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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Hello 👀❤️

So... I don't know if this will work or not, but I thought why not, I send it in... And if you don't like it, that's completely fine ❤️🔥

I really like how you write the characters' mind... What they are thinking or how they act... I was thinking, maybe a new mechanic (Reader) at Ferrari (yes, it's a Niki Lauda fic, you know me❤️🔥) who is really shy, but very good at their job, and Niki likes them and he is an asshole with everyone (which is normal from him) EXCEPT with the Reader... And like... Maybe at first he doesn't realize this, but then he does, and gets all conflicted like why is he getting soft suddenly, out of nowhere... (It is obvious, but not for him)... I'm curious how you would see this, write this... The ending of this story is up to you ❤️❤️

Love you ❤️🔥👀

What Is This Feeling [Niki Lauda x Mechanic!Reader]

Word count: 2.5k Warnings: lot of swearing by our favourite Rat King Author’s note: Niki is quickly turning into my comfort character to unleash my sass, thank you for giving me the chance to write him!

Part 2

On your first day at Ferrari nobody took you seriously, but to be a mechanic wasn’t exactly typing letters, it was not a place where somebody high up in the ranks would set a lover to give her some benefit and a free pay check.

You didn’t talk a lot, you stood your ground from the moment you put hands on any part of the car, but you weren’t exactly the chatty type and, being the only woman, it took you time to be allowed to the after work beer, to the birthdays and all the balancing that came with a good team spirit.

In a world full of bias about women, you were spared thanks to your abilities and knowledge. Or maybe, because the mechanics team had someone bigger to fight: Niki Lauda.

To work with him was thrilling, but stressful.

He would walk in at any hour of the day, break some egos, pile up an amount of changes that to make a brand new car would be a faster option.

You sat on the floor beside the baby, yes baby was the car, it wasn’t like you had to stay on the floor, there were more than plenty working stations, but it felt more comfortable for you: it gave you the chance to stand and look at things from afar, you were in need to touch, to understand, to put things together. It was your skill, but also your curse, because it was hard to gain yourself a space on the floor in such a fast paced environment like the one at Ferrari. You were working on the ignition when he stormed inside, the soft chats died fast and the noise of the radio was the only thing left, but he didn’t seem to mind the effect he had on people.

In a couple of long steps he was in front of one of your colleagues.

“What is this?” The man looked down to his sandwich like it was self explanatory, but the following silence brought him to answer “my lunch”

“Nice” Niki said, his lips curling downward in a very sarcastic amusement “well, take your lunch out of my garage because I don’t want your crumbles in my engine” he hissed picking the crumbles that effectively fell on the working table and sprinkling them like salt on the man’s face.

The man frowned and left to eat outside and avoid to punch him as Niki proceeded to his next victim.

“And you call this a design development? I call this dog shit”

“If this is a well done job, I’d better retire already before I get your good job to crack my skull open”

“Just begin again, don’t even ask”

“Are you sure you don’t work for McLaren? Because by the quality of your work I am starting to wonder”

One after the other all your colleagues fell under the axe of Niki’s commentary.

Nobody was spared, it was a butchery.

“So? What is this?”

You looked up at him as he towered over you, Satan himself would be less scary, and probably less attractive, to your eyes. His standing figure with rebel curls and his Ray-ban glasses in his left hand, the polo shirt under the fancy jacket, even his bad character gave him the edge so many men more conventionally attractive lack.

“I am working on the ignition” you said as he bent down crouching beside you as you showed him, his cologne filling your nostrils like the best smell your nose ever encountered.

“Okay, in what way?” He asked resting his elbows on his knees.

You gulped softly “Well, I am trying to experiment if I change this in here” and you pointed to a section in particular “maybe the car will have a better performance at the beginning of the race”

“Have you considered that it could over work the battery?”

“I did, but I wanted to see if I make here something like this” and you took a little tube showing how you lace it around the section “if I use this to push the cooler to work into this part as well, we might avoid over heating”

He listened touching his chin with the edge of his glasses thoughtfully.

“Give it a try”

He just said standing up.

Your colleagues looked at you shaking their heads as he turned around and everybody looked down to their tasks again, so then he left.

______________________________________________________________________ This wasn’t the first time, he wasn’t letting you do things he didn’t approve, but he always listened to you, he advised you, and the harshest thing he said was probably “I think you’re not looking at the bigger picture”

Nobody commented on it and beside some joke here and there, the little preference he had over you seemed to pass unnoticed mostly by him.

“You know, you really need a girlfriend” Clay, the other driver of the Ferrari alongside him, said during some tests.

Niki looked at him.

“Why? Do I look like one that has to fuck a woman to be fine?”

He laughed as Niki was always so overaggressive “No, but you treat everyone like bullshit beside the new girl, so you either can be an asshole only with men or your seduction technique needs a real check”

He frowned, eyebrows furrowing together as his lips parted in disbelief

“You nuts”

“Maybe, but I haven’t heard you complain about her as much as you complain about the rest of the world”

He shook his head “You are just letting you Italian genes getting your head stupid”

Clay laughed at him nodding knowingly “Sure, sure” he patted harshly on Niki’s back knowing how much he hated to be patted around like that as he moved to talk to one of the mechanics working on his car.

Niki crossed his arms resting against the wall of the garage, his eyes instinctively looking for your figure finding you to one of the working table writing down some notes over the changes applied while looking at the projects.

His eyes dropping on your ass like it was the first time he checked it, realising it wasn’t the first time he mentally noted it.

Well, he couldn’t really say you were unattractive, or not his type, or a good mechanic.

His thought process was suddenly interrupted as Clay himself approached you and you moved on side showing him the papers you were just writing on.

He nodded and said something to you, his hand casually resting on the small of your back making Niki’s jaw almost snap for how much he was gritting his teeth.

You shuffled on side avoiding the touch with a casual smile, but Clay kept talking to you and from afar Niki saw him say something and wave his pointed finger between himself and you. You shook your head and smiled turning down whatever he just offered with all the politeness you had, Niki pursued his lips slightly in amusement for his best girl’s behaviour.

Wait a second. Best girl?

He glared at Clay that smirked at him from afar, a big ‘I knew it’ smirk on his lips.

Niki bit the inside of his cheek not liking it.

He was with you like with everybody else, what the hell.

Niki ignored you all day, when you showed him something he himself requested to be shown, he shuffled away, when you handed him something he was looking for, he looked for it somewhere else, he just wasn’t meeting your eyes and hell and thunderstorm fell upon anyone that even tried to engage a talk with him on that day.

“I can’t with your boyfriend anymore, I swear” one of your colleagues muttered to you.

“He is not my boyfriend”

He looked at you “Then he’d better be soon, maybe he’ll chill out”

“Are you even paid to stand and do nothing?” Niki shouted from afar and you two parted ways faster than two kids smuggling candies during class. ______________________________________________________________________

The next day was the judgment day for all the changes done on the car, your nerves were cracking as Niki arrived in his driving suit and your eyes immediately snapped a mental photo on his figure.

Did you ever went home wishing to have his company? Yes.

Did you ever wondered if he was so aggressive ever in the intimate times? Way too much.

Did you have any chance? Probably no.

You let out a big sigh as your colleagues reassured you “Hey, if it doesn’t work we either get rid of the rat or have some more time to work on it” he joked but you didn’t feel any better.

Niki looked up as he noticed your worried look, your lips nibbling down on your lips, your foot tapping rhythmically and nervously, the sudden instinct to lean his hand on that waist of yours, to rest his leg beside yours to make it stop that nerve wracking dance, to forbid your lips any more damage not caused by him.

All of that crowded his mind and he growled tiredly.

Stupid Clay, with his stupid theories.

He finished getting ready and put on his helmet settling down in his spot rolling his shoulders back, he needed to focus.

The head mechanic came over him repeating all the changes and just annoying the hell out of him, he is not always around the car only to check you out.

“When you're done telling me what I know, tell me something I don’t, I beg you”

The head mechanic did a big effort not to spit into his face and just left him waving his arms in the air.

You touched on your forehead nervously, if you failed it would show in the timings or maybe the car won’t even start.

You looked at him, seconds before he pulled down the dark lid of his helmet, his dark eyes so focused a shiver creeped over you.

You gasped as the signal was given and the car started.

Your fingers finding their way to your mouth as you nibbled your skin.

The car was fast, that was sure, you leaned beside the head mechanic that was taking the time. You breathed heavily, your mind going through all the changes you did, all the small settlements, the little details.

An eternal list that kept repeating itself.

Then the question as he was halfway through the leap, what if you disappointed him?

What if he asked you to be sent away?

Then you looked down to the chronometer, he was already almost two seconds earlier than usual.

A smile started to grow on you, the excitement filling your veins.

The sound of the engine roaring beautifully, you made it!

Then it happened, some smoke raised up to the sky, one of the wheels snapped, the breath died in your throat.

The car flexed on side but Niki controlled it and guided it against the sandy side of the track that slowed it down until it stopped.

“He was breaking his record” the head mechanic sighed “now he is just going to break our balls”

Niki moved out of the car throwing his helmet on the ground pushing off roughly anyone that tried to help him or check if he was hurt, some of the mechanics moving to the tow truck to recollect the car, Niki moving past you, his face tense and his posture of someone ready to snap some necks. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day, nobody talked about him, nobody mentioned anything as the storm will fall on all of the team the next day.

Now it was the head mechanic to face it for all of you.

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That night you stayed over time, the other colleagues told you to just go home, to not let the thing sink of you, to look at it with fresh eyes and all those circumstantial phrases people gift you when they try to cheer you up.

As always on the floor, you had now the chance to spread the pieces out, collect them into branches of types and use. You pulled closer your notebook writing down the ideas and things to remember to check, the image of Niki almost crashing gutting you even if you soon realised it wasn’t your change that set off the wheel, but it was part of the cause, the car was now too powerful and the stress on the suspensions was deadly.

You yawned lightly pulling a catalogue of replacements parts trying to find the best mix you could manage, but you surely had to make up something about it. You didn’t expect to solve the problem or to find the solution for everything with a creative twist, but to, at least, plan a sequence of possibilities to present to your chief the next day.

A hand slowly leaning a mug of steaming coffee beside you.

You looked up to find Niki there, another cup in his hand, those messy curls calling to be touched, his impeccable style always winning you over with a dark turtleneck and his tweed jacket.

“Found the problem?” He asked sharply as always.

He was surprised to see you there, he spent the rest of the afternoon after the malfunction with the head mechanic and some of the administrators as he needed a solution in time for the upcoming race.

So he decided he couldn’t trust their promises and reassurances, but take the matter in his own hand, for a change. But when he arrived he saw the lights still on and you there. He was almost tempted to leave, it wasn’t a good moment to screw things with one of his most talented mechanics.

But you, again, were so into it, you looked so beautiful with your working jumpsuit and the hair messed up nibbling on that pen like it was a matter of life and death.

He couldn’t just let you stay so beautiful and alone, who knows who could approach you.

You nodded “I think so” you said showing him the piece, he leaned his head on side studying it

“May I?”

You nodded as he took off his blazer before joining you on the floor, he crossed his legs, your knees touching as he stole those papers from your hand.

“Signal to the administration this night shift, or they won’t ever pay you” he muttered without looking away from the papers.

You smirked “I know, but it is more a matter of principle than money, I didn’t like the heart attack you gave me today”

You were surprised by your own words, maybe it was because you really were over caffeinated or just realising how it was the first time you were alone and how you felt comfortable around him. No, not comfort, it was trust, you trusted him.

He looked up from the papers up at you, he didn’t replied to your comment straightaway, he let it sink in, he let your presence sink in.

A one-sides smirk appeared on his lips

“It is going to be a long night, then” Tagged @cazzyimagines @lieutenantn @handmaiden-of-mischief@thesunflowersutra Let me know if you want to get added <3

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lesbianrobin · 4 years

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hello em i have a request. can u please rate mr harrington's looks/outfits i just feel like u have the best takes and i'd LOVE to know how you'd rank his choices 👀

this is the single greatest ask i’ve ever received. i will be ranking the outfits, not steve’s moral alignment or actions in each scene. in order of appearance:

The Introduction

4/10

hair is tragic

steve copied this entire fit from a mannequin in the ralph lauren polo outlet store

would honestly be a 0/10 except for the obvious valiant effort being put forth by his lower half to resist the sexless curse of khaki pants. the devil (st costuming department) works hard but by god steve harrington (joe keery’s body) works harder

nice brown watch that certainly came from a department store

also gains points for being next to nancy’s anemic librarian fit, thus looking better by comparison

The Rich Bitch

8/10

thank god he ditched the khakis

hair looks much less demonic

it’s a simple look but the sweatshirt rides up when he shotguns the beer

he also gets wet

solid 8 for sluttiness alone

The Whore

10/10

wet

please note that his chest is waxed. keep this in mind.

The Heterosexual

2/10

hair looks like he dipped his head in glue

bold choice with the grey pants. unfortunately that choice was wrong

matching outfits with your comphet girlfriend isn’t as cute as you think it is stevie

you only get points because despite that ungodly pastel stripe pattern the polo’s decently fitted and makes your arm look kinda nice

The Dickhead

3/10

glue head pt. 2

at least the stripes aren’t pastel this time

The Cuck

6/10

hair slightly less glue-y

yet another striped polo is peeking out unfortunately

but! it’s green and green looks good on him

finally wearing jeans like a normal fucking human instead of weird slacks

pivotal moment in steve’s fashion evolution from preppy male model to sexy morally upright king

his morals are stored in the denim

The Final Girl

9/10

an outfit with a character arc to rival steve’s own

pretty fucking good hair if i do say so myself!!

it’s fluffy!

that shit looks like if you touched it it’d be soft... no glue here!

finally not copying from the goddamn l.l. bean catalog

iconic green slut sweatshirt? check! jacket and nikes? check! fucked-up gorgeous face and baseball bat full of rusty nails? check, baby!

looks good on its own OR with some blood on top

overall a very solid look

The Darling Little Drummer Boy

7/10

babe no... please don’t go back to the khakis... they won’t treat you like jeans do...

not quite glue head but not his best

apparently steve owns a single green sweatshirt, a thousand striped polos, and one very precious christmas sweater

almost makes up for prep-related khaki crimes by being really fucking cute

The Simp

8/10

glue head is DEAD

further evidence that steve harrington’s entire closet is just striped polos

this is his fifth unique striped polo

most of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

actually all of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

he’s finally let go of the fucking pastels thank jesus

and you can’t see it but he did wear jeans with this fit i just forgot to make sure they were pictured and it’s 4:15 am so i don’t feel like going back to remake this collage

cannot tell if this is a lighter blue version of the jacket he wore three times in s1 or if it IS the jacket he wore three times in s1 and the color grading is just that different

either way he loves jackets and i think that’s very sexy of him

The Intellectual

9/10

i’ve been waiting for this one... turn it up!

literally invented vests

excellent hair

loses a point for unfortunately introducing steve’s SIXTH unique striped fucking polo

i can’t see the collar but i know it’s there i know you’re wearing another fucking polo steve you can’t hide from me

can’t decide if he looks gay or just really preppy but either way he’s got some repression going on

still a very solid look

The Oh No Oh God It Hurts I’m Looking Away I Can’t Watch This

10/10

yes that middle picture is absolutely to show off the texture of his blazer and not at all me making sure that if i have to see his heartbroken little face then you all do too

anyways i Know that blazer cost at least $100 like i Know that shit’s expensive

excellent gorgeous soft-looking hair that someone ought to run their hands through but only people who haven’t dated him for a year while pining after someone else

emotional devastation... but make it unbelievably fucking sexy

stevie baby i know you’re a colorful guy but please wear more black

The Meathead Jock

9/10

aw christ whatever happened to standards?

introduction of the blue nikes <3

god his hair looked fucking good here

could have gained that final point by using tube socks with blue and GREEN stripes to tie together the shoes and the gym uniform :/

shorts could be shorter but are an altogether appropriate and enjoyable length

fun sweatstain to customize the look <3

The (is there a word for victim of bullying?) Serious Athlete

8/10

the yellow stripe was more fun

still cute though

The Sudsy Boy

11/10

wet

suds indicate that he’s washing his hair, presumably with faberge organics. is this why he’s being bullied?

steve brings his faberge organics shampoo and conditioner and his farrah fawcett spray to school with him whenever he has basketball practice

steve either has shampoo, conditioner, and hairspray in his backpack at all times, or he has a separate gym bag that’s mostly haircare products

just need to make sure we all know that

excellent freckle showcase

his chest is still waxed. please, i beg, keep this in mind

one of his strongest looks

The Babysitter

10/10

his most versatile look to date

a different jacket than the one(s) he’s worn before but it still has the same kind of collar. steve found a jacket he liked and bought it in at least three colors

the whole thing fits So fucking nicely! shirt, jacket, jeans... baby boy is TAILORED

return of the white nikes with the red check indicate that they are his fashion nikes, while the blue nikes with the white check are his sport nikes. interesting.

this fit lasts like 48 hours and steve simply looks sexier as time goes on which is a testament to its quality as well as his inherent power

every new accessory elevates his appearance. roses, nail bat, rubber gloves, blood, sweat, band-aids, bandana, goggles... each element complements the look in its own way!

an overall win

The Chauffeur

8/10

we can’t really see the whole fit but he’s not wearing a striped polo so i’m calling it a win regardless of what’s on his bottom half

cannot give him a 10/10 though because he might be wearing khakis

red is such a nice color on him when it’s not just from his blood

i lied when i said he should wear more black he should wear more colors

that plain sweater absolutely cost $85 or more

hair looks very nice and soft

excellent look!

The Sailor Man

9/10

very precious

absolutely the best hair i’ve ever seen

baby boy got highlights for his hot girl summer!

bright colors make his very red lips pop

shorts could be shorter

love the little accents! especially the white pockets and belt

excellent color coordination on steve’s part with the blue sneakers (notably different than his s2 blue basketball nikes) and the red bruising/blood

i hope you remembered that steve’s chest was waxed. as you can see his chest is now unwaxed. some change between s2 and s3 drove this decision, presumably either his breakup with nancy or the fact that he no longer showers in front of other guys at school. up to your interpretation

shock blanket at the very end is a nice touch so we don’t forget he’s traumatized

The Drowned Rat/The Man Overboard

10/10

wet

shorts could be shorter

the decision to purchase and wear a hoodless raincoat is absolutely ridiculous and stupid

however it is also very steve harrington and i value self-expression

The Chick Magnet/The Flaming Homosexual

100/10

what can i even say about this fit?

the absolute best pants he’s worn thus far. amazing fit, excellent classic wash. i say this as a former american eagle outfitters associate and the winner of my freshman year dorm’s “best at folding jeans” award

manages to make blue jeans with a half-blue denim vest work effortlessly

bold primary colors make him stand out without being too gaudy

excellent pairing of t-shirt with simple stripes and vest with simple color blocking to create a complex yet cohesive and flattering look

simple brown belt gives the look a put-together yet down-to-earth vibe

hair has only gotten better

still wearing that same brown watch that he’s had since the introduction

this man looks like he waxes his chest

this is steve in his final form

thank you for your time

#em talks #asks #long post #steve harrington #stranger things #battleonthedeathstar

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essaysbyciara · 3 years

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Old Habits Die Hard | Part Nine: Stuck In My Ways

Warnings: Language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations, mention of marijuana use

The penultimate chapter of Old Habits Die Hard! Whew, this has been a long one but we’re down to the final two parts of a story that kicked my ass lol. Taglist is STILL OPEN for the finale if you want to get in while it’s hot! Love you all, you beautiful people.

STUCK IN MY WAYS

“Aye, yo shor- how long you in the city?”

Maleek’s -- or Leek -- introduction last summer was a scary one. Standing outside of papi’s, draped under Dave’s arm, Dave and his crew stopped their conversations as a midnight blue Caprice classic creeped up to the edge of the corner. Everyone, including Dave, grew on guard, their demeanors ceasing to exist at the drop of a hat because a never-before-seen whip with barely-legal tinted windows came to a complete stop. As the passenger’s side window dropped, Dave whispered to you to go inside of the store to grab him something to eat, his favorite: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You could hear the growl in his undertone as if it was an order. You obliged out of a fright only to hear laughter mere seconds later once Leek’s solid body came bouncing out of the sunroof to one of his latest tracks.

Leek was the neighborhood rapper. He spent thirty minutes or so showing his videos on YouTube the one night you were in the studio with him and his crew. He was dope, you couldn’t lie. Built like a linebacker, Leek’s full ahki beard and super tatted-up upper body was a bad one. You caught yourself fantasizing about how bad Leek could really be but quickly remember that Dave got to you first. Thank God.

“Only for today, Leek. I’m heading back down tonight.”

“Damn. Dope of you to come up for your mans.”

You’d small talk Leek except he’s cutting into your homework of trying to figure out your getaway from this party to wherever Dave wanted to take you. Dave still lingered upstairs as you bobbed and weaved through the party to find Yahya. You were hoping that in the time it would take for you to get through Dave’s extended-extended family, you could come up with an excuse to get away for a few hours.

You could fake a run to the beauty supply store for some braiding hair but the stores back home were good and hood enough to find the yaki you needed. You promised to take Yahya to papi’s for that hoagie, so no store run could be in order. Your entire family is at Pardi’s house so no “run up to my cousins house right quick” would work. You keep thinking of what to say as Dave rips another message through your DMs. It’s an address and an agreement to meet in thirty minutes.

“Oh, Dave? Yeah. I’m happy he’s home.”

“Who else you think I was talking about? Y’all still down, right?”

Leek’s inquiry throws you off guard. You knew he had a lightweight crush on you -- Dave once joked that he could see Leek’s mouth hit the floor when you walked into the studio that night -- but now the boldness to ask your status in this moment is taking you back to a DM from Leek that you deleted but never told Dave about.

“Dave and I? We’re cool. We ain’t down like we were but we’re cool. My fiance’ helped Dave with his case. That’s why I’m here.”

Leek notices the blinding engagement ring you ignored up until this moment and suddenly, so do you. It’s the first time in hours that you remembered your man at home and like Chante’ Moore said, “he’s been good…” to you. Your conscience hurries you to dead your quest to find quiet time with Dave. You wouldn’t be on your best behavior; there would be no guarantees that Dave would stand on the right side of history. Upstairs, for that brief moment, your lips touched Dave’s neck and almost caught a bite. Dave used to love that move, digging deeper into you as you almost broke skin so he could commence to breaking your back. You fell into his body by mistake but his hands knew what they were doing. Tracing your stripes down to the seam of your panties was intentional. You pooled at the idea of him taking them off.

You aren’t naive. You wanted Dave and he wanted you. The moment was beyond brief yet beyond impactful. Leek’s unforeseen act as an impromptu guardian angel stops you from making the worst mistake of your life.

“Ahh, congrats ma!” Leek reluctantly goes in for a brotherly-esque hug. You give him a church hug in return, that side hug catching Yahya’s attention as he exits the backyard area to look for you. He grabs your wrist as you release Leek from your innocent clutches.

“Excuse me, brotha ... [Y/N], you ready to go?” You quickly nod your head up and down in the direction of your forever. Leek didn’t like the way your man cut into his moment but he hastily concedes after you tap your hand on his chest and send your well wishes.

“We still heading over to that hoagie spot, right?” Yahya tapping his stomach as he grabs the car keys from his left pocket. “I’m dying. And Ms. Gwen’s food looked smackin’. Took me a lot to not go in, baby girl…”

“You could’ve ate. We’ll be up here again.”

“Nah, nah. The way you were talking about this damn sandwich. I want a hit.”

Dave’s message feels like an afterthought as you jump into the passenger seat. Your meetup was only twenty minutes away but you broke the spell of Dave and tried to forget. A light tap on the passenger side window wakes you up.

“Y’all leaving already?! Damn.” Uncle Trace daps Yahya through the car window, a mix of weed and Polo Red wafting past your nose.

“Yeah, Unc…” Yahya’s salutation makes your heart smile. “...we gotta get back to homebase.”

“Aight, king. Get my niece home safe. Love you, [Y/N].”

As you direct Yahya to the cornerstone named papi’s, you couldn’t help but stare at the way he commanded the streets. The potholes that got the best of him the last time he came here are no match for him today. He’s even driving with one hand, something he never did before -- or that you never peeped. His level of comfort on the side of town that you also call home is reminding you right before your eyes that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. All from calling your Uncle Trace by a pet name.

You find a spot close to papi’s and walk in with enough time. Yahya commands for you to order for him and you obey: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You order a chicken cheesesteak, wrapping your arms around Yahya’s waist as you both small talk about the week ahead. You weren’t letting go for anything in this world. Yahya briefly lets go to grab two Tahitian Treats out of the cooler. His big hands grab the drinks, hoagies and you up to the counter.

“Let me get two vanilla dutches, please.”

“Yah- what you doing? You don’t smoke.”

“I usually don’t. Don’t mean I haven’t. I’m tryna finish this weekend out right. We still celebrating.”

“That’s fine but who the hell you get the weed from?”

“Unc.”

Unbeknownst to you, that dap between included an eighth of silver haze.

“Oh, this is it. You ain’t coming around my family anymore. Nope.”

“I’m Jerri’s favorite. You can’t do that…”

Dave doesn’t know what to do. It’s been some time since your message and you haven’t sent an “OK” or any signal of your arrival. He paces down the steps and out the door, running into Trace talking on the steps to Dave’s uncle, Clifford. He tries ignoring them both but Trace isn’t having it.

“Yo, you leaving your own party, man?”

“My bad, Trace. I gotta make a run up Olney real quick for something. I’ll be back though…” Dave’s last words trail in the air as he walks down the street toward papi’s. Somehow Trace’s old self catches up to him.

“Bruh, slow down. You just got home…” Somehow Trace’s reminder does indeed slow Dave down. He’s been moving too fast since you agreed to meet up with him. He can’t keep up with his mind.

Dave didn’t know what to do when you sent that message. He felt a semblance of guilt for touching your spot, for letting your body fall into his, for staring at you as if he wasn’t going to see you again. For all the thoughts he had as you both sat in the same room where he’d coax the devil out of your body night after night. He was willing to risk it all only if you wanted it. Your message answered his prayer.

“Yeah, Trace. I know. I just gotta get out the house for a second too…”

“Oh, no doubt. They think that once you out, you wanna see the world. You just want the world to know you good, that’s it.” Trace’s wisdom plummets Dave.

It’s been his truth since he got home from jail. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the people who didn’t check on him or his mother; the people who ignored Pardi’s angered Facebook posts about Dave’s situation. People who donated to the bail fund out of guilt, not out of care. The only people who cared to know his fate were his mother, Pardi, Trace, Yahya and you, even if you never reached out. He knew you to be the catalyst to his freedom even if you at one time secretly fought it.

You walked up those steps to his old room to see if he was okay. You knew that large crowds made him skittish. Something within you broke the rules to see if he needed a safe space to be. That summer, you were that. Dave unleashed his heart out to you in ways that even his mother would never see. Despite what seemed different about you, you weren’t afraid of his story. He felt close to you, letting you into a world that you didn’t know but could feel.

Dave wanted one more chance to feel you. Yahya be damned.

Watching Yahya yell salutations to him and Trace from his car window as he drives by gut checks Dave. And makes him wonder if you’re with him. That would deviate from the plan that you created and Dave was on his way to fulfill.

“This is the best shit I’ve ever had, [Y/N]. You weren’t lyin’. Bruh…” Yahya delightfully wipes the last of the mayonnaise from the side of his mouth.

“Told you!”

“They should cater the wedding. I’m not playing.”

The unseasonably warm evening meets you and Yahya as you stare across at Camden’s waterfront. The pier is popping with families enjoying the last bits of early winter before the clocks strike back and school gets into a full swing. It’s a bit of calm before you two hit I-95 back to what sadly isn’t Chocolate City anymore. Yahya caresses your right knee as you stare over the Delaware. You were beyond ready to get home. Your future husband breaks your gaze. “I meant to ask you. Who was bruh all hugged up on you in the house?”

“Heh. Why?”

“You were church huggin’ him to death but he wasn’t getting a clue at all.”

“Oh that was Maleek, a friend of Dave. No big deal.” You play off Yahya’s somewhat jealous disposition even as it humors you. You rather him ask about Leek than Dave. “Let me find out you jealous? Look at you.”

“Nah. I just know mad dudes are on you. I trust you though.” Up until an hour ago, he didn’t have a reason to do that.

“Dave was too, to be real.” You decide to break down all of the walls. The case was over. You think you’re over Dave. Yahya is minutes into a food coma.

“Well yeah, Jerri told me. Some teenager stuff. I saw those pictures. I’d be chasing you down the hallway too.”

“Boy, please. But no -- remember I told you about that lobbyist dude I dated who damn near ghosted me before we went to the Bahamas? I ended up coming up here for those weeks and Dave and I messed. Nothing serious.”

“You sure? Dude was eyefucking you real crazy at Jerri’s house last Summer.”

“Hold up? You saw that?!” What you thought you hid from Yahya, he saw in plain sight.

“Everybody could, damn. Heh. It’s all good though. So was I.”

You joust your fingers into Yahya’s side causing him to fall into laughter. Four words suddenly send you into an orgasmic-level of relaxation. Yahya didn’t seem to care. Once you ride off the orgasmic high, you feel insanely stupid. One conversation lessened the guilt of a relationship that lasted two weeks but imprinted onto you for what felt like forever. A moment of repentance overdue coaxes witty banter out of Yahya, not the dissolution of a relationship. It shouldn’t have been this easy.

That’s how u feel?

Your walk back to the car is broken up by a message from Dave. Your lack of a response to his earlier texts told him that you were in the car that Yahya yelled his love from. Your broken promise to break up a happy home slowly breaks Dave’s heart even though he knew better than to break the rules.

You don’t know what to say in response, turning your phone on silent not to alert Yahya’s attention. There’s nothing for you to say. Dave does all the talking for you.

Yo. I’m not some snake ass nigga. I wasnt doin anything with you that you didnt want

You came lookin for me.

I can’t be friends with you?

You wake up to see Dave’s last message sent hours ago. Before you walk into your front door and out of Dave’s life forever, you send your final goodbye.

I don’t think it’s best. I’m sorry.

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sincerelyella · 3 years

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RAMifications Chapter 7 - Kiss Me

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

A/N: This entire idea came from @burnsoslow and her unBEARable series featuring her OTP Drake and Alyssa. This is Ella’s backstory and how she met the love of her life King Liam of Cordonia and became his queen.

Catch up here

Big thank you to my beta reader/snippet looker-overer (?)/my biggest cheerleader @burnsoslow - always catching little details that my mind overlooks.

Warnings: Some swearing; hinting of 🍐 or 🍋?

Words: 2002

“Lady Ella. Might I have a word?”

Ella wasn’t sure about the protocol for inviting the King inside her bedroom … but this was his palace after all. She nodded and stepped back, allowing him to walk past her as she shut the door.

“Hello again, Your Majesty,” Ella put one foot behind the other in an attempt to curtsy when Constantine waved his hand in the air.

“There’s no need for that, dear,” he studied Ella for another moment before speaking again. “How are you feeling about Liam?”

“Your Majesty?” What the hell does that mean?

Constantine blew out a breath. “Are you here for wealth? Fame? A title? Why are you here? Liam needs stability above all right now, Ella. You … joining in the middle of the social season, having not been in Cordonia long and knowing nothing of our traditions … that concerns me. We have suitors that have prepared their entire lives to be queen. This could be potentially dangerous should our enemies see this as a weakness!”

Ella grit her teeth and clenched her jaw in an effort to hide her irritation. What the fuck? “Sir, if I may speak freely?”

He nodded and gestured for her to go ahead.

“Why are you trying to intimidate me?” She spat out.

The King was taken aback at her tone and could only blink as a response. He hadn’t expected this very small woman to behave this way. Ella continued speaking, not even waiting for him to respond. “I may not have prepared my whole life to be a queen of an entire country, but I’ve spent a majority of my adult life studying. Studying diplomacy, trade, investment … how to recognize when someone is going into cardiac arrest and bringing them back to life,” she said the last few words louder than the rest, unable to hide her aggravation. “I have no doubt that these other ladies studied hard to be queen. But did they study how to be a wife? How to console someone when they lost everything they own? How to be compassionate towards people of a lower stature? The people need a Queen that understands them. Liam needs someone that can be a queen AND a wife. I’ve embraced your country, as well as your traditions.”

Constantine gave her a questioning look.

“I know I have because instead of just being with the man I want to be with … I have to parade around with four other women trying to win him.” Ella’s eyes met his, not backing down from his stare.

He was momentarily speechless. No one had ever spoken to him that way, ever. Except maybe his wife, but he hardly paid attention to her and her ramblings anyway. This young woman was fiery, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. “I am not here to intimidate you, Ella,” he finally said slowly. “We will see how the rest of the season goes. I want what’s best for my country, that’s all.”

“What’s best for your country is a successor that has it all. If he’s happy AND can run a country with someone that loves him, then I don’t see the problem … sir.” She had forgotten that she was speaking to the king. He could have her gone and back to California in a hot second if he wanted to.

Constantine carefully took in her words and nodded. “Alright, Ella. We’ll see what happens. You have a good night.” He turned and let himself out of the room.

Ella walked over, locked the door and pressed her back up against it. My mouth might get me in some serious trouble here. She finally went to get ready for bed, slipped into the comforter and fell into a deep sleep.

Soft, constant knocks on the door woke up Ella the next morning.

“I’m coming … sheesh,” she mumbled, stumbling out of bed and tripped over her comforter that her foot was caught in. “Oh shit!” She shrieked as she hit the ground and the knocking stopped for a second.

“Ella?”

“Um, yes! Just a second!” Real smooth. Ella picked herself up off the ground, threw the stupid comforter on the bed and rushed to the door to open it.

There stood Liam, leaning on the door frame wearing a white polo shirt that outlined his chest and arm muscles perfectly. She roamed her eyes down further to take in the navy blue slacks and brown loafers. Ohmigod. It’s entirely too early to look that good. She inadvertently sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

Liam cleared his throat and tried to hide a smile when he noticed she was staring. “Good morning, Lady Ella. I wanted to stop by and see you before I headed in to meetings today. May I come in?”

Ella blinked and quickly nodded. She moved aside so he could walk in the door and she closed it behind him. “Good morning, Your Highness. I’m sorry if I-” She was interrupted by Liam’s mouth on hers. Ella strained on the tips of her toes to meet him so she could kiss him back with fervor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he groaned in response.

He could hardly control himself. As soon as he saw her open the door wearing a tank top - she wasn’t wearing a bra, dear God - and the shortest Hello Kitty pajama shorts known to man, his cock jumped in his pants and his mouth watered. She looked like a goddess, with all her dark hair piled on top of her head, and her sleepy disposition; he was so tempted to just take her right then and there. It took all of the effort he could muster to pull away from those soft lips. “I’m sorry, I … really just came to say good morning,” he said in between breaths.

“Sure … you did,” Ella panted and laughed breathlessly.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to see you much today,” he said sadly. “My father and I have meetings and things to take care of before we leave.” Liam gulped. “Remember, we have to be, somewhat secretive, just until the social season ends,” he gave her a guilty look. He still kept his arms around her, not wanting to let go just yet. “I’m so sorry about this.”

“It’s alright, I knew what all this entailed. And I know you have things to do today. I have some interview that Bertrand set up so … I’ll be doing that,” she smiled up at him.

“I … can text you though, right?” That sounded so pathetic.

Ella giggled. “You’re so cute. Of course you can.”

Their intimate moment was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. “Ellaaaaaaa! Wake up sleepy heeeeead!”

“That must be Maxwell,” Ella whispered and they laughed. Liam leaned down to kiss her one last time before releasing her.

The door flew open. “Good morning sunshine!” Maxwell bounced into the room and stopped short when he saw Liam. “Hey buddy!” He grinned wide at the both of them.

“Good morning Maxwell,” Liam chuckled. “I need to get going, I’ll see you two later.” He grabbed Ella’s hand and squeezed it before walking out into the hallway.

“He came to … visit you huuuuh?” Max wiggled his eyebrows at Ella and she blushed.

“He just came to say good morning, that’s all.”

“Mmmhmmm. Is that what you crazy kids call it these days?”

She rolled her eyes but ignored his question entirely. “Okay, so I’m assuming you’re here to take me to get breakfast?”

“You are correct! Breakfast, the boutique, and then I’m also supposed to prep you for the interview. Bertrand will be here later to prep you some more!”

“Alright, let me get dressed really quick.”

45 minutes later, Max and Ella were eating in the dining hall. “So, what are they going to be asking me anyway?”

Max bit off a piece of bacon. “There’s only one person coming from Trend, her name is Ana de Luca. She’s pretty cool actually, the royal family and the nobles trust her with their interviews. Sometimes she brings Donnie Brine with CBC, but I don’t think he’s coming. She will most likely ask you about where you came from, what you did there, how you met the prince, how you feel about the prince, what would set you apart from the other suitors … things like that.” He shoved another piece of bacon in his mouth and washed it down with some coffee.

“Did you guys want me to be truthful or do you have some script for me to follow?”

Maxwell shook his head. “No, no, no, there’s no script. I’m sure Bertrand will want you to say things about House Beaumont … but, just be yourself. They want to know about Ella! So tell them,” he smiled reassuringly at her and continued eating.

A few hours later, after spending an hour in the boutique with Maxwell throwing all kinds of dresses over the fitting room door, she finally found a dress she loved. A black chiffon midi length dress with purple flowers on the bottom, it had an A-line silhouette and short sleeves. It was elegant enough for a daytime interview with the press, and was also Maxwell and Bertrand approved.

Ella sat in her bedroom with Maxwell, listening to him chatter away next to her about his new awesome playlist that he made. She was feeling her stomach twist with nerves, her hands clasped in her lap and she could feel her palms getting sweaty. She heard footsteps come right outside her door and knew it was Bertrand. Ella took a big breath in and let it out slowly. “You ready, Ella?” Max took her hand and squeezed it. “You’re going to do great!”

They both stood and walked out into the hallway meeting Bertrand and a petite woman with blond hair. “Hello,” Ella smiled.

“Hello, Lady Ella I presume?”

“Yes, Ana, allow me to introduce Lady Ella of House Beaumont. Lady Ella, this is Ana de Luca from Trend Magazine.”

Ella and Ana shook hands. “It’s a pleasure, Lady Ella. We are all very curious to know more about you.”

“Wonderful to meet you, Ana. Where are we having this interview?”

“In one of the ballrooms, I’ve had the crew set up already. Follow me.”

The four headed towards one of the open ballrooms, smaller than the other one Ella had seen a week ago. As they rounded the corner, Ella spotted two women coming towards them. One with jet black hair and the other with flaming red hair. The woman with the dark hair just looked at Ella curiously, while the other woman gave her the death stare. As Ana, Bertrand and Maxwell walked into the ballroom, Ella looked back at both women. The redhead walked up to her and snickered. “Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

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faeriescorpio · 4 years

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Whumptober Day 22 Fic

The Host whump- Poisoned- Warning for someone getting poisoned, also fire, a person sort of catches on fire? A house burns down but it’s okay

Sweat dripped down the Host’s forehead. Everything felt hot, too hot, but the last two attempts to remove his trenchcoat revealed his pale arms, immediately breaking out in goosebumps. So the Host kept the coat on. He liked the comforting weight of the clothing anyway, it helped him, mentally at least.

Physically? The Host was suffering. He felt absolutely ill and he blamed those fans of his. If that particularly devoted fan hadn’t recognized him when he dared to leave the mansion the other day, then they wouldn’t have posted about it on their social media and he wouldn’t have been absolutely swamped with fans of his show, not a particularly large number but enough to make the Host wish he hadn’t gone outside. He was terrible with people. And now they had passed their germs along to him and his compromised immune system.

Dr. Iplier wouldn’t be pleased, the Host knew, but as a headache started to form and his head began to pound, the Host knew he would help the Host feel better if he could just find the energy to get up. But he was exhausted and he felt terrible.

With a heave, he launched himself to his feet. Immediately the world around him started to spin, and he held his arms out futilely to keep his balance as the ground seem to buck and churn like the ocean. But the ground was not moving, the Host was. He swayed for a moment, trying to catch his balance, before heading towards the living room, and beyond that, the doctor’s office. The Host hoped the doctor was there and not in his room, further away.

“Hey, Host!” Another ego greeted the blind ego as he made his way through the living room, but the Host wasn’t paying attention. The Host was entirely focused on walking forwards, keeping his balance as his visions starting to tunnel. Standing up was feeling like a monstrous mistake, but the tantalizing concept of the doctor making everything feel better propelled the Host along.

The door appeared to be closed, but as the Host leaned against it, he learned it was unlocked as it swung open with a bang under his weight. The Host stumbled inside, unbalanced. Dr. Iplier looked up from the other side of the room as the Host barely managed to catch his balance with the desk by the door.

“Host?” Dr. Iplier asked, standing up.

“Doctor,” The Host slurred, leaning against the desk for desperately needed support. “Something’s wrooonnggg-” His grip slipped and the Host fell forward, cracking his head against the desk corner.

Everything went black.

Someone was talking.

“Serious... Poison… Who…?” Dr. Iplier was speaking, voice filtering in and out of the Host’s ear. The Host couldn’t muster the energy to listen or to care.

Dark- Dark? What was he doing here?- asked something sharply, but the Host didn’t hear. He was hot again. He tried to move his arm to remove his coat, but moving his arm was like moving a boulder. It felt heavy and impossible. With a grunt of effort, he managed to move his hand onto his chest, only to find his coat already missing. What…?

“Host?” Dr. Iplier asked, voice sounding closer. “Are you awake?”

The Host grimaced, feeling drained and still as miserable as when he entered the office, only now his head hurt more.

“Wha’ happ’ned?” Talking felt like a chore. The Host tried to get his bearings. He seemed to be laying on the bed meant for the patients. The Host didn’t remember getting on the bed.

“Who did this to you.” A voice interrupted the Host’s thoughts, angry and commanding. The Host lolled his head to face Dark.

“Wha d’ya m’n?” The Host slurred, confused. He frowned. Did Dark suspect some form of foul play? “Ah’m jus’ sick.” The Host’s mouth felt dry.

“That answers our question,” Dr. Iplier said grimly, then reached forward to place his hand on the Host’s forehead. It was cool, and the Host felt ridiculously grateful for it.

“Host,” he said slowly. “You were poisoned. Did you eat or drink anything suspicious?’ The Host frowned. All the food and drinks he had had were from the manor’s own kitchen. When he went outside yesterday, he hadn’t gotten anything.

Wait. Outside yesterday.

“B’mp’d ‘to f’ns y’sterday,” He mumbled, pushing the words out his dry lips. The Host sensed Dark lean forward.

“Fans?” He demanded, and Dr. Iplier tried to answer for the Host.

“He went outside yesterday and got mobbed by a few fans of his radio show.”

The room seemed to groan threateningly.

“I’ll be back,” Dark growled, voice glitching. “Hopefully soon.”

The room went suddenly quiet, and the Host became aware of the ringing noise that had grown while Dark had talked only because it stopped suddenly, presumably signifying Dark’s exit.

Which was fine. The Host felt exhausted. His entire body seemed to ache.

“Host, I’m going to run a few tests,” Dr. Ipleir informed him, picking up a needle. “I don’t know how serious this is, it might be lethal.” He took a deep breath. “God, I hope not.” He turned to the Host. “Relax your arm, I’m going to take a bit of your blood.”

But the Host was already unconscious again.

He was on fire. Flames licked the walls of his cabin and he ran for the bathroom.

“Make it stop,” he cried, batting at his sleeve as it threatened to catch fire. He turned on the sink and splashed his face. He glanced up, face relievingly wet, and froze. His reflection grinned back at him from the mirror, dressed in a black polo shirt and holding a lighter. The Author seemed to mock him as the light of the fire danced in his luminous eyes.

“Aww,” The Author teased. “Is it getting too hot?” The reflection flicked the lighter on.

“What are you doing?!” He yelled at the Author. “Are you crazy?! We have to get out of here!”

“No,” The Author grinned. “I have to get out of here.” The ego reached towards him and the Host scrambled back as the Author’s hand passed through the glass towards him. He was too slow, and the Author gripped the collar of his trenchcoat.

“If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen!” The Author laughed, climbing out of the mirror. “But wait!” The ego in black tilted his head, still grinning. “You aren’t in the kitchen, are you?” The Author’s voice was falsely sympathetic. “That’s too bad.”

The ego grabbed the Host and pressed the lit lighter against the Host’s purple shirt, on his chest over his heart. He screamed in pain, and the Author stepped back toward the door.

“Bye-bye!” The Author waved, the flames parting for the ego as he headed to the front door. “You should’ve been dead, Hosty-Toasty. Get it? Toasty?” The Author cackled. “It doesn’t matter. You’re in deep trouble now!” The Host gasped in panic, batting at his shirt where it still burned, but the pain didn’t let up. He reached for the bathroom door but the flames started to close in. He coughed, tears building up as the smoke threatened to choke him.

“Help!” He shouted, the heat of the fire too hot against his face. “Help!”

But it was too late, and the fire closed in.

The Host flailed, screaming. Someone was holding him down.

“Host! Calm down, it was just a nightmare!”

“Put it out,” He sobbed hysterically. “Oh god, it hurts, put it out!”

“Shit, he’s burning up!” Someone said, and a hand landed on the Host’s forehead. He twisted away from the hand and threw up.

“Gross!”

“Bing, roll him on his side, don’t let him choke!” Dr. Iplier shouted from somewhere, and the hands holding him down helped roll the Host to his side. Someone snickered.

“Next time you get this duty, Google!” Bing yowled, and the snickering intensified.

“This isn’t a laughing matter!” A wet cloth landed on the Host’s neck, and he almost sobbed in relief.

“He seems to be getting worse,” A detached tone noted.

“Where’s Dark?” Dr. Iplier asked, sounding desperate.

“He hasn’t returned yet, so we can only assume he’s still looking for who did this.”

“He needs to hurry up! We-”

Someone was tapping his cheek gently. Their hands were calm, but their voice was panicked.

“Host, you need to stay awa-”

Someone was shouting. There was a pinch on his arm. He tried to pull away but something was holding him down. He felt so hot. His ears rang.

The darkness had never felt colder.

“H...t?”

Something was beeping. The Host groaned as noises filtered in slowly. A ringing noise. Someone talking.

“If things like this keep happening, I’m going to make a new rule. No one leaves the manor by themselves.” Someone growled, voice close to the Host’s ear. The Host grimaced, but the voice was just loud, not painful. He felt warm but not hot. His body ached but felt easy to move.

“How many of the egos will argue?” He asked Dark.

“None.” The ego replied, sitting on a chair by the Host’s bed. “You and Wilford are the only two stupid enough to go to town alone anyway,”

“What about the doctor?” The Host protested, turning to face the monochrome ego.

“He rides with Henrik,” Dark replied smugly.

“King?”

“He doesn’t go to town, he goes to the forest.”

“What about the Jims?” The Host asked, smiling smugly. No one knew where those two went half the time, and they were always technically together even if they were just as vulnerable as if they were apart.

“They don’t go into town without Wilford or Bim,” Dark sounded half-annoyed, half-pleased as the Host groaned in defeat.

“But the Host-”

“No buts,” Dark decided on annoyed. And worried. “This needs to be prevented from happening again.” Yes, the demonic ego must have gotten quite the fright.

“How bad was it?” The Host asked, seemingly changing the subject.

“Bad, Host.” Dark admitted. “Almost didn’t save you in time.”

“So I am one of the egos that can die,” The Host noted.

“We all have the potential to die,” Dark snapped, and his chair scraped noisily when he stood up. “But I’d like to keep that from happening!”

There was silence.

“Alright,” The Host allowed, sighing. “The Host didn’t go to town that much anyway.”

“Good.” The monochrome ego sat back down. “I have other news you’re not going to like.” The Host raised an eyebrow.

“Do tell.”

“The person who poisoned you wasn’t a fan of your radio show.”

“Oh?”

“They were a fan of your books.” The Host froze.

“Those are the Author’s books.”

“The Author’s books.” Dark corrected himself. “They also went through your old cabin.” The Host stiffened further.

“What did they do?”

“They burnt it down, it seems,” Dark said. He patted the Host’s shoulder. “I suppose the good side was that it needed to go anyways.”

The Host didn’t reply.

“Get some sleep,” Dark stood up again, heading to the door. “You deserve it. I’ll alert the doctor that you woke up temporarily. Bye-bye.”

Yet he lingered for a moment further.

“You should’ve been dead, Host.” He said softly, and the Host felt paralyzed with fear. Then:

“I’m glad you’re not.”

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forever--darling · 4 years

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not too far away - s.m. (part nine)

a/n: where they all celebrate the reader’s birthday to only hear some news they never were expecting

warnings: 9.6k words of fluff, birthday celebrations, and happy shawn

IX. safe pair of hands

him

Shawn was late. He knew he was but he had been stuck on a phone call meeting with Andrew and then afterwards changed his shirt three times. Even as he pulled up into the Y/L/N driveway he still wasn’t sure if he looked alright. He was in his normal black jeans with a white three-quarter button up polo that had light blue and navy blue detailing along the collar, the bottom of the sleeves, and down where the buttons were. A black watch adorned his left wrist and a black and orange beaded bracelet was on the other. A black ring was located on his ring finger on his right hand which he couldn’t stop fiddling with and his curls were muzzled with a little bit of gel.

Shawn was usually a confident guy, he knew he looked good, but at that moment all he could feel was insecure and nervous. Maybe it was because finally out loud he was going to voice his feelings to Y/N that night or maybe it was because for the first time they were going to be around people as more than just two best friends. Either way, he was a stuttering, red-faced mess.

The weather was fairly warm, the sun shining down, causing him to drive with sunglasses shielding his eyes. As he parked the car along the side of the street since the driveway was already full with cars, he taped his fingers against the steering wheel nervously as he eyed the house that appeared lit up from the outside. It was one thirty so Shawn was only an hour and a half late but still late nonetheless.

He took a deep breath before he got out of the car and headed towards the front door of the very large house, a bouquet of light pink peonies and a small rectangular wrapped box in his hands. Stood on the doorstep, Shawn didn’t even bother to knock but just went in. It was quieter than he expected with just a few voices coming from the kitchen along with clinking from pots and pans. He ventured in further and as he peeked his head into the kitchen he instantly caught sight of his mom, Katherine, and a few of their family friends slaving over platters of food.

After Aaliyah had proposed the idea of the party, it only took a day later for Shawn to be presenting the idea to Katherine and Bradley which they easily accepted. For days, he helped them plan the food, the decorations, and the invites. He even had created the invites onto a website and ordered a bunch before sending them out. The original plan was to have the party be a surprise but Shawn knew that it would be better if Y/N was able to tell him who and who he shouldn’t invite. I mean he hadn’t been around her for years so he didn’t have a clue who she hangs around these days.

At first, she seemed hesitant about the party and all the people that would be attending but warmed up to the idea faster than Shawn anticipated. Besides the guest list, Y/N didn’t know about anything else about the party. He took care of the rest with the help of her parents and Aaliyah who had begged Shawn to let her help. He was meant to be at the house early to help set up but his phone call had gone way longer than it was supposed to so here he was probably the last on there.

He took a step into the kitchen and instantly could smell all of the food. From cheesy potatoes to caesar salad, pickle roll-ups, meatballs, and cheese bread. It seemed that any kind of food that Y/N liked filled the kitchen which happened to be a lot. Also in the corner of the room, Shawn could see all of the desserts that had been picked. Multiple trays of cupcakes and cookies filled the white platter, all the way to the top. He figured that the food hadn’t been served yet and that Brad and his father, Manny were still grilling all of the meats outside.

“Shawn Mendes, it’s so nice of you to join us,” Katherine’s voice rang out as she stirred a pot of some kind of soup or maybe it was some sort of dip.

Stepping further into the room, he offered an apologetic smile, “I know I’m late.”

Karen sent her son a disapproving look, “You bet your ass you’re late.”

“I’m sorry, my meeting with Andrew ran long over the phone and then I couldn’t find the right shirt to wear and it took me at least ten minutes to find a bouquet of peonies because the guy had to look in the back of the floral shop for them and I’m just sorry,” Shawn rambled as Katherine approached him with a wide smile.

“Nonsense Karen, just be glad that he’s here,” Katherine smiled at the young boy as she pulled him in for a hug, whispering low in his ear, “Thank you for all of this. You’ve made Y/N so happy.”

“Well, Y/N makes me really happy too,” he replied back to Y/N’s mother gaining a soft kiss on the cheek from the older woman.

She released Shawn from the hug and wiped at her eyes that were starting to glaze over with tears as she took the bouquet of flowers from his hand, “I’ll put these in some water for her.”

Katherine walked over towards the sink where she began to fill a vase with water as Shawn’s attention fell onto his mother who was smiling at her son with bright eyes and so much love. Her hand landed on his shoulder and her voice was filled with so much honesty, “I’m so proud of you my boy.”

“It’s really nothing, Mom. I’m just doing what I can to make her day special.” Shawn shrugged as he placed the rectangular jewelry box into the back pocket of his jeans.

Karen stroked her son’s cheek, “You’re doing a great job at that, everyone seems to be having a great time.”

“Is everyone here already?” Shawn questioned the head craning out to get a look out the glass door towards the porch.

“Yes pretty much everyone,” Karen smiled, “All of Y/N’s family came at noon and most of her friends arrived a little after that. The only person I haven’t seen is Lauren.”

Shawn sucked in a breath at the name. He hadn’t talked or seen the girl since he had rejected her advances of getting back together. He never thought that when he was talking about the guest list with Y/N, that she would’ve wanted Lauren put on it. But Y/N’s reasoning was that for years as kids they had been really close friends and though their relationship sort of fell apart when Shawn began dating Lauren she wanted everyone she cared about to attend the party. Shawn knew there was a chance that for one day Lauren could’ve put her personal problems with him aside for one day, for Y/N but knew that there was a greater chance she would disregard the invite altogether.

“Oh well,” Shawn mumbled eyes meeting his mother’s, “Who knows maybe she’ll show later.”

“Yeah maybe,” Karen agreed trying to keep her hopes up as well.

Katherine had placed the flowers into a clear vase and had set them in the middle of the dark marble island before she motioned to the glass door that led out towards the porch, “Shawn, darling, everyone is outside and Y/N is playing a round of cards if you want to join.”

“Okay, sounds good,” he said sending one last smile towards his mom as he made his way towards the door.

As soon as he opened it and slid out onto the wooden porch the noise level had jumped. There were pink, white, and gold balloons tied in multiple places along the railings. Lights hung up around the porch waiting for the sun to go down to be turned on and underneath it all was a large glass table that extended over half the wooded area with six plastic chairs surrounding it. Every chair was filled with Y/N’s family members which Shawn instantly recognized from past gatherings except there was one guy who sat across the table next to Y/N’s grandfather and Demi that he had never seen before. They all sat with cards in their hands and there at the head of the table was Y/N with the smallest stack of cards out of everyone.

“Three Kings,” Demi said from across the table.

Instantly without a second to waste Y/N yelled from where she sat, “Bullshit!”

“You’re such a little bitch,” Demi exclaimed laughter lacing in her words.

Everyone at the table let out bellows and laughs as Demi reached towards the center of the table taking the stack of cards. She rolled her eyes towards Y/N who sent her a shit-eating grin. Shawn chuckled from where he stood in the doorway and one by one everyone began to notice his presence.

“Shawn Mendes, well I’ll be damned,” The voice came from the spot next to Y/N which happened to be Y/N’s Uncle John, “Look at you all grown up!”

Y/N’s head snapped up towards where her Uncle’s voice was directed to and as her eyes fell on Shawn, a large smile pulled at her lips. He sent her a small wink causing her cheeks to flush as the table chorused with multiple greetings.

“Why don’t you pull up a chair and get in on this,” Uncle John said placing his cards face down on the table.

“Actually it’s perfect timing,” Demi cut in standing from her spot at the table offering her cards to Shawn, “You can take my spot.”

Counting the cards in his hand he scoffs, “Oh I see how it is, leave me with the most cards.”

Demi pats his shoulder as she heads towards the door to go into the kitchen, “Well, sorry but can’t do much when you’re playing against Y/N.”

“Ah we’ll see,” Shawn chuckled as he made his way towards the seat Demi had been sitting in which happened to be next to James when Y/N’s grandpa who was sitting on the other side of Y/N stood up.

“Shawn, why don’t you take a seat here. Maybe ruffle some of Y/N’s feathers since I clearly am not doing the job,” Grandpa Arthur said teasingly, eyes set on the seat next to James.

“You sure?” he asked as the older man who was dressed in a light tan sweater vest and had his white hair gelled into place passed him giving a small pat to his shoulder.

“Yeah. Plus I think I’m going to go rough up on James a little,” Grandpa Arthur chuckled taking a seat next to the older Y/L/N sibling who had a large grin on his face.

“Bring it on old man,” James sassed back gaining laughter from his grandfather.

The whole table started to laugh at the bickering going on between the grandson and grandfather giving Shawn enough time to slip into the seat next to Y/N. “Hi,” she whispered towards him causing his whole stomach to flutter.

As he took in her appearance up close he felt his breath get stuck in his throat at how stunning she looked. A sight for sore eyes, for sure. Her short hair was down and in loose curls that were tucked behind her ears revealing her double pierced lobe and one diamond earring that was a cartilage piercing. That’s new, Shawn thought to himself as his eyes took in the rest of her. Y/N was dressed in a short white off the shoulder dress that had small sunflowers littered across it with a pair of small nude heels. Her fingers were painted in white nail polish and she had a golden delicate necklace around her neck that had a short chain and was covered with small gold stars all the way around. Her makeup was bronzed, light, and glowing in the sunlight as it hit her face. Her skin was golden and shiny and Shawn’s eyes couldn’t help but wander across her exposed shoulders to her legs. He was sure that she was an angel.

“Hi,” he whispered back, knee bumping hers under the table, “Sorry, I’m a bit late. You look beautiful by the way.”

Her face flushed like it always did when Shawn complimented her and he wanted nothing more than to lean over and place a soft kiss on the heated skin but knew better than to with all the people that were around. “Thanks, but we both know flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned closer to her.

“It means I’m about to beat your ass in a round of Bullshit,” she challenged with a smile on her face.

Shawn fell back against the plastic lawn chair, hand gripping his chest as multiple ooh’s surrounded the table at Y/N’s words. Sending her a cheeky grin, his eyes fell onto the blackboard that was rolled up behind his chair. That thing had been around for years and it built his ego every time he saw it. He bit onto his lower lip and instantly noticed the way Y/N’s eyes diverted to them. “Alright, whatever you say but maybe you should take a look back at the board again to see whose name is at the top.”

The chalk was starting to fade but it was still legible. There at the top in blue was Shawn’s name with a large star next to it. Y/N’s was right below his with fewer tallies next to her name than his had. Every game of bullshit played, the winner would get a tally, and after all this time Shawn’s name still appeared to have the most.

Silence filled the table as they watched the birthday girl’s eyes shift towards the board and back to Shawn who was now leaning back in his chair, legs spread open and hands in his lap organizing the set of cards he had. Y/N and Shawn were always competitive when it came to Bullshit and everyone knew that they were in for a treat.

Y/N’s sparkling eyes shifted back to Shawn’s full of determination and a hint of amusement. She smirked, “That’s going to change by the end of tonight.”

“Getting a little cocky don’t you think?” he asked with a smile on his lips.

Y/N shook her head, “Not at all.”

Shawn chuckled and was about to let out another smart ass comment when Uncle John’s voice broke through the air, “Alright easy there, kids. That’s enough for now. Okay, so we made it through the lineup which means we can start at the top.”

He looked through his cards and plucked one from the middle placing it face down starting a new pile, “One Ace.”

Then it was James’s turn who took two cards from his hand, “Two twos.”

“Four threes,” Grandpa Arthur mumbled, pushing four cards onto the pile.

“Bullshit,” Uncle John howled from his spot at the table.

Grandpa Arthur only chuckled, “Try again Sonny.” He flipped over the cards to reveal that he, in fact, had four threes.

Uncle John let out a small growl as he gathered the card pile from the center of the table into his hands. They were onto fours and it came up to the guy Shawn still didn’t know. Y/N must have sensed Shawn’s confusion because just as the guy went to play his turn, she cut him off.

“Oh, right,” she announced, “Shawn this is Demetrius, his aunt owns my favorite book shop in the city. She’s around here somewhere anyways he helps out around there. Working and all that so yeah.”

“Uh, it’s nice to meet you man,” Shawn replied sending him a smile.

“Yeah you too,” Demetrius replied setting down two cards, “Two fours.”

“Bullshit,” Shawn stated quickly.

Demetrius let out a displeased chuckle as he picked his two cards back up and shoved them into his hand. Fives, Shawn thought to himself. He looked to the cards in his hands and sent a glance towards Y/N who was peeking over her cards a small grin forming on her lips. Chewing on his bottom lip, Shawn took the three fives that were in his stack which happened to be the five of clubs, diamonds, and spades.

“Three fives,” he said shoving the face down cards into the middle waiting to see if anyone was going to think he was bluffing.

Y/N nodded towards him as her eyes glanced at her own cards plucking one of her own, “One six.”

“You know the key to this game is to get rid of your cards as fast as you can,” he teased causing her to roll her eyes in response, “That and being able to read people.”

“Three sevens,” Uncle John played his turn.

“One eight,” James mumbled.

Grandpa Arthur went, “Four nines.”

“Bullshitttt,” Shawn shouted without even glancing up and away from his cards.

Grandpa Arthur grabbed the cards and added them to his hand, “You got me there, boy. Got me there.”

Shawn smiled approvingly towards Y/N who just shook her head at him trying to hide the smile that was fighting its way onto her lips.

“What are we at?” Demetrius asked scanning through his cards.

“Tens,” Y/N responded foot kicking Shawn’s lightly under the table.

His foot kicked back at hers as Demetrius laid his turn onto the table, “Two tens.”

Jacks. Shawn instantly took his cards and put them into the pile, eyes once again finding hers, “Two Jacks.”

“Bullshit,” Y/N stated loudly. Everyone became silent and watched in amusement as Shawn’s lips pulled into a smirk.

“You think I’m bluffing?” he asked.

She nodded leaning forward in her chair lips pursed wrist settling under her chin hiding the cards in her hand, “Yeah, I do.”

Shawn pointed towards the cards in the middle of the table and leaned back into his chair once again, “Why don’t you take a look.”

Y/N took the two cards on the top and flipped them over. She shook her head, a small smile on her lips as she looked back towards Shawn. The smirk still sat on his lips as he watched a defeated sigh pass through the girl next to him, “Well, what do you have?”

“Two Jacks,” she admitted flipping them over to show everyone else at the table, who all began to laugh, before grabbing all of the cards in the middle and adding to her deck that was once getting smaller but now had doubled in size.

“I was telling the truth,” Shawn exclaimed cheekily, “So you think you can still beat me?”

Her eyes turned to slits as she tucked a piece of hair, that had fallen out from behind her ear, back into place. “Bring it on, Mendes!”

“Alright, well it’s your turn, hotshot,” he replied knee bumping hers again.

“Okay,” she said head held high as she scanned her cards, “Three Queens.”

Shawn smiled, “Bullshit.”

He watched as her expression unfolded. She let out a groan and in seconds her perfectly manicured fingers were picking up the cards from the center and after they were safely in her hands, she hit him in the thigh. “I’m going to hurt you.”

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It was now Shawn’s turn and since you had started you had managed to call him out on his bluffs in his last four turns. The cards in his hands had multiplied and he had at least twelve while you only had seven. You were on sixes and he was staring down at the cards intensely, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth. You were silent and watched him with a sweet smile on your lips.

On the other side of the table, your Grandpa Arthur was making small talk with Demetrius who had gotten quiet after Shawn had shown up. Leaning into your chair, your head leaned against the plastic backrest as Shawn rubbed his chin in concentration. That’s when you heard the pair of feet patting up the stairs. Looking over, your gaze met the younger Mendes sibling who had been down in the yard setting up the music in the time being. She came over and stood by your chair, chin placed on the back of your chair, head against yours.

Shawn glanced up at the new presence and sent a smile towards his sister as he reached out and gave her a small pinch in her side. She slapped his hand away causing him to chuckle. Aaliyah had her long dark hair straight across her back as she was dressed in a maroon dress that fell to above her knees and had a high neckline looking as beautiful as ever.

“Let me guess,” she smiled, “Bullshit?”

“You bet ya and Y/N is kicking the pants off of your brother,” your Uncle John smiled watching as Shawn just waved his hand at the older gentlemen.

Aaliyah’s eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah but not for long,” Shawn defended attention falling back onto his cards.

“Alright, Mendes, if you say so,” you said showing Aaliyah the cards in her hand.

He began to shuffle his cards around ignoring the comments going around the table, “Let me get back on track here. Three Sixes.”

He put the cards into the middle without another second to hesitate but you had him right where you wanted him, “Bullshit.”

You watched as Shawn’s head turned to you and his mouth opened in disapproval. His head fell back against his seat and a small noise of protest passed his lips.

“That’s right I said it. Bullshit,” you said again this time louder.

Shawn took the three cards from the pile and flipped them over revealing an Ace, Three, and a King. “Damn it!” He growled smiling over towards you.

You let out a loud string of giggles, giving him one more long look as you stand from your spot at the table. Handing Aaliyah your cards, you adjust your dress and start to head towards the glass door to head back inside to the kitchen when Shawn’s voice yells after you, “Giving up already?”

“Nope, just taking a break,” you called back as you opened the door and moved inside.

In the kitchen, you found your mother, Karen, Loretta, and Demi. They were making small talk and there stood by the counter was your best friend shoving a cookie into her mouth. At the sound of the door, all of the women looked up to noticing your warm cheeks and large contagious smile that was on your lips.

“Hi, hun,” your mom smiled, “How’s the game going?”

Taking small steps towards the island you nodded as your hands knotted in the bottom of your dress, “It’s going great, Mom.”

“Are you having a good time?” she asked taking a sip from the glass of wine that was in her hand.

“The best,” you said honestly, “Thank you for the party.”

Your mom nodded towards you reaching forward to rub your arm, “It’s nothing really. Just want you to have the best birthday you can.”

“Well it’s definitely high up there on the list,” you admitted inching your way towards the edge of the kitchen, “I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

You made your way through the kitchen and as you passed Demi sent her a look before exiting the room and heading down the hall towards the bathroom. Walking in, you closed the door behind you and stood in front of the mirror looking into your reflection. You carefully fixed the few pieces of hair that were out of place and let out a soft sigh. As you stared at yourself and the smile on your face you realized that these last few weeks had been the happiest you had seen yourself in so long. It was because of all those people who were outside. It was your family, your friends, all those people that cared about you so deeply, that made you smile so much that your cheeks would start to hurt.

They were the people that made your life worthwhile and you had gotten so lucky in the family and friends department. Most of all it was because of Shawn. He made you the happiest of all, in ways you didn’t know you were capable of feeling. Since your kiss, you two had been taking things slow. You hadn’t kissed since and hadn’t verbally admitted your feelings to each other but you were sure that you didn’t have too. That you both just knew how you felt about each other and words didn’t need to be said. He had been so understanding about your fears and wanting to go slow. It must have been hard for him, considering he was a guy but the last week had been crazy ever since your visit to the hospital.

But even with the news of the cancer being back you had managed to smile through it. Days after you had gotten together again with Dr. Myers and gone through the plans of the surgery and everything. He was still hesitant about the fact that you were waiting to have it but you were a stubborn girl. You wanted it after your birthday and that’s the way it was going to be. In fact, you were having it in three days. A day after Shawn boards his plane and goes back to LA. You still weren’t sure how you were going to tell him or if you were going to tell him because he was still Shawn Mendes.

He still had a life out of your small town of Pickering and your apartments in the city. When you were sick the first time, he didn’t have a place or time in his life to sit at your bedside waiting for you to get better and things hadn’t changed. He still wouldn’t have time for that and you couldn’t be a burden to him. He had a life, a career to get back to you and there just was no place for you, and you could only hope that one day he’d understand that even if he never gets to hear you explain it to him.

A soft knock at the bathroom door interrupts you from your thoughts and in walks Demi with her long curls and yellow long sleeve romper. You don’t turn to look at her and keep your eyes locked onto your reflection struggling to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“It’s back,” you whispered turning to look at her over your shoulder.

At your simple answer, she looked at you confused but as her eyes met yours it’s like a switch went off in her brain and her face fell. She reached out to you and took your hands in hers. “Oh shit. Y/N.”

You nodded and gripped her hands tightly in hers. “How long have you known?” she asked.

“I went to the hospital late last week and I got tests and there is a small group of Mets where one of my ovaries used to be,” you explained.

The frown on Demi’s face deepened and you can see the tears that are forming in her eyes. You quickly pulled her into your arms and began to rub her back softly, “Hey, I’m going to be okay. It’s all going to be fine. I’m having surgery in a few days to get them removed. No chemo.”

“W-What are the risks?” she asked voice cracking.

“Well,” you paused trying to gather your thoughts, “There’s a few but we don’t need to worry about them.”

You were trying to calm her down because you couldn’t have other people finding out. The only reason you told her is because you needed to get this out of your system to someone without the whole day falling apart. She wouldn’t tell anyone, for you, you knew that.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Demi cried wiping at her eyes as you hugged her tightly.

“For what? You aren’t the one that gave me cancer,” you joked pulling back from the hug where you began to wipe her tears away.

She gave you a look that said that your comment wasn’t funny but somehow a chuckle still fell from her lips. Shaking her head she began to wipe under her eyes, “You’re awful.”

“No, I’m just sick,” you mumbled running your hands up and down her arms.

“How many people know?” she questioned grabbing some toilet paper to wipe at her eyes.

“As of right now,” you pretended to be counting on your fingers, “You.”

“Y/N!” Demi scolded.

“I’ll tell them,” you insisted, “I mean I kind of have to before the surgery anyway. My Dad’s my emergency contact person.”

You could tell that Demi was getting tired of your jokes and your sarcastic attitude. Clearly, it wasn’t working to lighten the situation at all. “I know, I’m not making this any better. I’ll tell them, Dem, but not today. Everyone is so happy and for one more today, I just wanted to be treated normal. Healthy even for one more day.”

“Then why would you tell me?” Demi asked voice straining.

“Because I needed to tell someone and you’re you. You’re my Demi. You were there by my bedside every day when I was in the hospital. You would always sneak in the best snacks that I wasn’t allowed to have and you didn’t tell anyone that I was sick. You’re my partner in crime. I can trust you. We’ve gone through everything together and this was something I needed you to go through with me too,” you smiled tucking your hair back behind your ear.

Demi forced a smile on her face and you knew that you had picked the right person to sit by at lunch on your first day of school at age five, “I got you.”

Sticking her pinky out towards you, you locked yours with hers and pulled her back in for another bone-crushing hug, “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, you hoe,” Demi said in response with sad chuckles sounding through the air.

Pulling back, her hands reached up to cup your cheeks and she stared into your eyes so intently, “How are you so calm about all of this? How can you be so happy when you were just told that your cancer is back?”

Your hands covered hers on your face and your lips curved up into a soft smile, “Because I was given the last almost week for it to all settle in. I’ve come to terms that life is unfucking fair and I have to deal with the cards I’ve been dealt. Plus how can I not be happy? I have the best family and the greatest friends. I have you and I’m pretty sure that the curly haired rockstar outside loves me. I can’t think of any reasons why I shouldn’t be happier on my birthday.”

��You are the bravest person I know,” she mumbled, causing your heart to ache because there was the chance that you might not make it through this and you were going to miss this girl in front of like crazy.

“I’m honored,” you laughed feeling tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, “Okay enough of all of this deep talk or I’m going to cry and having my makeup ruined is the last thing I need today.”

“Yeah you’re right,” Demi agreed, moving in front of the mirror to wipe at her face again, “Now get your ass out there before Shawn gets more tally marks on that damn board.”

You smiled and gave her arm one last gentle squeeze before you made your way back through the kitchen and outside towards Shawn Mendes, the champion, of Bullshit.

He was still sat in the same spot he was before, a bunch of cards still in his hands that he moved around every few minutes. His eyes glanced mischievously around the table like he had everyone figured out but you knew that it was just an act he used. With your hands behind your back, you moved across the porch stopping as you stood behind his chair. Your eyes scanned across his cards while you began to chew on your bottom lip. Glancing over towards Aaliyah’s cards she sent a look with a smile and you sent her wink back. Shawn seemed so sucked up into the game that he hadn’t realized you were back outside and standing behind him. Lifting your hands, you placed them on each of his shoulders feeling him tense for a second but instantly relaxing as soon as your voice fills his ears.

You gripped his shoulders tightly in your palms, “Oh, why so tense Mendes? Worried you’re about to be beaten by your little sister?”

He shook his head, “Nope. I’ve got this in the bag because there are very few things Aaliyah can beat me at.”

Instantly at his comment, Shawn had received a harsh slap to his arm from Aaliyah causing a laugh to fall from his mouth. You looked at Aaliyah’s cards again. “You might want to recheck your ego.”

“Not a chance, love,” he said looking up at you for a split second before he placed four cards onto the table, “Four Aces.”

Aaliyah glanced from her brother to you. You raised an eyebrow at her and began to bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes looked down at Shawn’s cards in his hands then back up to her. She smiled at you as her brown eyes fell back onto Shawn.

“Bullshit!”

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“You know I think you told Aaliyah, that I was bluffing,” Shawn said sending a raised eyebrow towards Y/N as he took her down the porch steps and into the backyard, hand intertwined with hers.

“No, I think your just upset that someone finally beat you in a game of Bullshit,” Y/N shot back as he stopped under the porch so they were out of sight.

It was just after dinner, and the sun was finally starting to set. The fairy lights around the yard were lit up along with a battery operated candles that lined the white tables across the yard that were covered in soft pink sheets. Wooden benches were around the tables and the music stand was set up on a small stage near the edge of the yard looking like it was meant for a DJ, though it was just a few speakers hooked up to someone’s laptop. The desserts had been moved outside to one of the tables and only had a few cupcakes and cookies left. There were more balloons scattered across the yard along with a large number 20 balloon that Katherine had bought on a wimp. It was beautiful. Everything had gone to plan so far and Shawn knew from the way everything was set up and how the lights sparkled across Y/N’s face just right that the rest of her night was going to be just as special if not more than her day had been.

“You want to know something,” Shawn paused leaning closer to Y/N as he lowered his voice like it was a secret that no one else could know, “I let her win.”

She let out a laugh shoving Shawn’s chest playfully, “No, you didn’t!”

He smiled down at Y/N and grabbed both her hands in his as they lingered on his chest. “What are we doing over here?”

Taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, Shawn let go of one of Y/N’s hands to reach into his back pocket and take out the rectangular box. It was wrapped in golden wrapping paper, that was slightly wrinkled, and a white bow. “Giving you your birthday present.”

Offering it out to her, she was hesitant to take it, as her eyes fluttered up to look at him, “Shawn you didn’t have to do this.”

He smiled, “Of course I did. It’s your birthday after all.”

“Shawn,” she sighed glancing down at the small wrapped box.

“Hey,” his thumb ran across her wrist soothingly, “Don’t worry about it okay. Just open it.”

She nodded, Shawn’s hands dropped from hers as she began to rip at the wrapping paper of the small box. The gold wrapping paper fell at her feet revealing a black box underneath. With a small breath, she lifted the lid off and as soon as her eyes fell down onto what was inside a gasp fell from her lips. It was a necklace. The pendant that hung from the thin golden chain was a circle, with the continents from the Western hemisphere on it. And right on North America, there was a small star right were Pickering was.

She sputtered lifting the necklace up and out of the box by the chain, “How much did this cost?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he responded taking the black box from her hands and setting it down on a nearby table.

“Yes, it does,” she whispered finger tracing over the star on Pickering, “It’s so beautiful.”

“I know how much you want to travel so I tried to fit as much of the world as I could on there without making the continents too small because you wouldn’t be able to see where the star was for Pickering. Anyways, I know that you want to travel and when you do start to explore the world and begin to fall in love with all these new places, I want you to be able to look down at your neck and remember about your place here in Pickering. It’s just in case you start to forget about all the love for you here,” Shawn explained eyes sparkling as he stared down at Y/N.

“Shawn-”

He interrupted her, “That’s not all. Turn it over.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she turned the pendant around to the backside instantly feeling all air leave her lungs as she stared at a date carved into the back. 04/21/14. April 21st, 2014. It was four years ago.

Her eyes locked with Shawn’s as his hand took one of hers in his. “That’s four years ago. The day, I left Pickering for the first time for my career. It was also the day that I realized how much you mean to me Y/N Y/L/N. That’s when I figured out that I couldn’t live without you in my life. Leaving you was probably the worst feeling I had ever experienced and every day I found myself missing your smile, and hearing your laugh. Most of all I just missed being with you and ever since that’s all I’ve ever felt. You’re my person.”

Shawn’s smile was so large and at his confession, he could feel his cheeks turning red but he didn’t care because there she was standing in front of him smiling up at him with so much admiration and happiness as her eyes threatened to spill tears of joy. Bringing her hand up to his face, he left a kiss on her knuckles and that sent her over the edge. A single tear slipped down her cheek and onto her neck.

A chuckle fell past her lips as she wiped at her eyes, words coming out soft and scratchy, “Will you help me put this on?”

Shawn’s smile widened and nodded as he took the chain in his hand. She turned around and he draped the necklace around her neck as she held her hair to the side for him. He clipped the chain in place and let it fall against her neck. Y/N’s hand dropped to her side and as she was about to turn back around to face Shawn, she stopped at the feeling of his warm lips connecting to the side of her cheek, leaving a small lingering peck. And almost in an instant, she leaned back into his touch like it was a natural thing they did every day.

her

You stood in the corner of the yard away from all the other guests near the spot under the porch where Shawn had given you your birthday present. Your fingers touched the pendant around your neck softly as you watched across the yard, where your best friend and the man you were pretty sure you loved, spun his sister around to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Both smiles were present on the Mendes siblings and it caused one to form on yours as well but it didn’t last long though.

You were instantly hit with the reality that neither one of them knew about your past years with cancer or now where you once again were presented with a sad fate. When they looked at you they didn’t see you as someone who was sick or someone who was healthy. They saw you as you. The crazy girl they grew up with who liked pineapple on her pizza and could sing the Canadian anthem from back to front. You could die and they would have no idea how or why it happened. And at the end of the day, it would be entirely your fault that they were left in the dark about the whole thing.

“Hey, what are you doing over here all alone,” you jumped at the hand that was placed on your shoulder as you came face to face with your mother.

“Uh, just taking a second for myself is all,” you replied, hand dropping away from the necklace.

“Is everything alright, hun?” she asked hand stroking your back lovingly

“Yeah, it’s just,” you paused hand flying back up towards your necklace, “Mom, how do you know if you’re really in love?”

“Oh, honey, I haven’t heard you ask me that in years,” your mother revealed watching as your eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, I’ve asked you this before?”

Your mother nodded a small chuckle falling from her lips, “Yeah, you were around five or six, and you had just came home from spending the whole day at Karen and Manny’s. You couldn’t stop going on and on about Shawn. You said he was the sweetest boy in the world and then you asked me how would you know if you were in love.”

Your gaze fell on Shawn as he dipped Aaliyah arms wrapped around her. Fingers grasping the necklace you looked back towards your mom, lip tucked in between your teeth. “Well, what’s the answer? How do you know if you are in love?”

“In all honesty, honey, when you know you just know. You get this sort of feeling around them like you don’t get around anyone else and all you can think about twenty-four seven is that person. When you’re together it just feels right and there’s nothing else in the world that feels better than being with them. If you’re in love, you’ll know.”

Your grip loosened from the necklace and your arm fell limp to your side, head turning towards the yard. He was pushing his curls back out of his eyes while he wrapped his sister up into a hug just as the song came to an end. Your mother was right. You just knew. It was the way your heart would swell whenever he was around and how your body would tingle under his touch. It was the way he could always make you flustered by his words and how he would do anything for you.

You wanted to spend every waking moment with him and when you weren’t with him, he’s all you pretty much thought about. He had been your best friend for years and all those sleepless nights you had at the age of fourteen thinking about him, you never thought had anything to do with love but now at twenty, you knew without a doubt that you had been in love with him for years. Some days you were sure and others you didn’t think you were but now it was real in your mind. No more doubt, no more excuses to deny the way you were feeling. You were in love with Shawn Mendes and there was nothing you could do about it except fall deeper into the reality of it all.

“Y/N, dear, where did you get that necklace?” your mother asked noticing the new pendant around your neck, “It’s beautiful.”

A soft smile formed on your lips, “Shawn gave it to me.”

him

Shawn knew which song would be playing next. It was her parents who requested it. It was their song and he knew how much it annoyed Y/N whenever it played. She thought her parents were adorable of course but the song had been played one too many times in her life and he knew it was inevitable that she would let out an irritated groan as soon as the starting few notes broke through the speakers.

That was exactly what had happened too. Shawn watched as Y/N’s mouth opened and a noise of displeasure fell out. “No, you let them play this song?”

She sent a pointed look towards him, who only chuckled in response as he noticed from the corner of his eye Katherine and Bradley walking towards the middle of the yard to begin to sway softly to the music. Soon Karen and Manny joined them and one by one Y/N’s grandparents and aunts and uncles stood up too. They were all dancing as Elvis’s voice flowed loudly and perfectly through the large speakers.

“Did you know about this?” she asked eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, now come and dance with me,” he demanded, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the crowd of the rest of the dancing couples.

She rolled her eyes as her hands looped up and around Shawn’s neck, “I can’t believe I’m about to dance to this song.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Shawn voiced eyes falling to her feet, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Her arms dropped from around his neck and an amused look appeared on her face. “Oh, I get it. You want it to be just like how we used to do this. Alright, if that’s what you really want.”

With that, she slipped off the nude hills and kicked them to the side towards a close table and moved back to where she had been before, arms wrapped around his neck and chest connected to his but now she was a little shorter. Shawn’s arms wrapped around her waist and slowly he began to move them back and forth to the song, she had said on multiple occasions that she despised.

His head dipped down and the smell of coconuts and vanilla filled his nose. Now, this was familiar. He could recall on multiple occasions during family gatherings, and summer barbecues where she would be in his arms, dancing with him, barefoot in the yard. He sighed happily but after a few minutes, he lifted his head at the feeling of Y/N’s arms tightening around him. Her eyes were locked on something else and as he followed her gaze, a low chuckle escaped from him.

There a few feet away was Demi wrapped up in James’s arms. They were dancing close, probably too close in Y/N’s opinion. She sent a glance towards Shawn and he knew she was going to try to make a move for them. “Uh, I should-”

Before she could though, his arms tightened around her waist and he held her still against his chest, “Hey, just let it happen on its own.”

Her eyes widened slightly and her jaw dropped too, “Let it happen. My best friend is dancing with my older brother.”

“Yeah, and you shouldn’t interfere. It’ll only ruin it,” he reasoned beginning to dance again.

At his words, she smiled teasingly, “Huh, when did you get so smart?”

“I always have been you’ve just been blinded by my striking good looks to notice.”

“Okay whatever you say, Mendes,” she laughed, head falling onto his chest and eyes fluttering to a close.

Shawn could feel the smile that was lifting at the corners of his lips because this was all he ever wanted and more. He wanted his best friend back and somehow fell in love with her in the process. She really made him feel things he wasn’t used to and he found himself learning something new every day. He still, of course, didn’t know about why they had a fallout but at the moment he didn’t need to know because they came back stronger than ever.

Someday he would know because it was something that he would need to hear. He would need to know the truth because if there was one thing Shawn knew it was that relationships couldn’t be built on lies and secrets. And if that’s what this was building up to be with Y/N, a relationship, then those were two things they would need to live by. He knew that sometime soon they would have to face this thing that seemed to divide them but at the moment his mind was too hazy from the smell of her perfume and the soft grip she had on him to care.

He was in such a state of peace, he hadn’t realized he had started to hum to the Elvis song and then that turned to him singing the lyrics in her ear, “Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Within minutes though, the song had started to come to an end and the last remaining notes traveled through the speakers until it went silent altogether. Shawn let go of Y/N and unwinded her arms from around him. She gave him a look of confusion as he let go of her arms and began to move away. Jogging over towards where the speakers were, he reached behind the stand and grabbed the neck of the brown acoustic guitar.

He sat down on the edge of the small stage with the guitar propped into his lap. Y/N still stood in the same spot she had been dancing with him moments ago, a small smile starting to blossom on her glossy lips. As the rest of the guests took notice of Shawn and the guitar they began to gather around smiling at the young star who had managed to make it big.

Every person was able to take notice of his rosy cheeks and pearly white smile that seemed to never disappear from his lips. He ran his fingers through his curls quickly as all attention fell on him. Strumming at the guitar to make sure it was in tune, he looked back up at at the small crowd that all had something in common with them. They all cared deeply for the girl in the white dress who stood barefoot in the middle of the yard.

Shawn licked his lips quickly as his eyes found hers, “Um, I know that you all probably want to get back to dancing as soon as possible and I don’t blame you but all I need is a few minutes. I just wanted to say that today is a very special day for me because it’s the day that my best friend was born. I don’t know if someone you know this but Y/N and I have been attached at the hip most of our lives and after all these years of being by each other’s sides I have no clue what I do without her.” He paused trying to gather his thoughts and control his racing heart as his eyes scanned over the yard again, “To put it, simply, she is one of my favorite people in the world and I’m sure that I care about her as much as you all do which is why you are here today. To celebrate her and her birthday.”

Smiles were forming on everyone’s faces at Shawn’s kind words about the young woman who had affected all the people there. He spoke with such admiration and love that everyone easily could see how much love he held for her. At every single thing that was coming out of his mouth, Shawn’s cheeks were getting more red and his mind more clouded. His eyes locked with hers and everything else seemed to fade. Her smile was so big and so bright, that Shawn swore he was getting dizzy. With one look, she was able to get a reaction out of him and he knew that he was in deep for his best friend.

He chuckled as he began to rub the back of his neck nervously, “Uh, Y/N I know I already gave you your birthday present but I guess I have one more.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief at him and Shawn sent her a wink in response. Dropping his head, he began to pick at the strings of the guitar, letting the familiar notes pass through the air. Lifting his head, his gaze passed by everyone until they were once again on her. Her eyes were wide and she was biting on the bottom of her lip as the song she knew all so well filled her ears. Shawn had opened his mouth and began to sing the oh’s that wasn’t in the recorded version but was included when he sang it live.

He could see the emotion pass across her face at the sound of him singing the very song she had been listening too for the past three years since he had left and they had their fallout. It was her first time hearing him sing it live and in person but what mattered most of all was he wasn’t singing for a large crowd that paid to watch him perform. No, he was singing for one person and one person only, her. And nothing could have been more special than that moment when a look was shared between them and the only thing there was complete and utter love.

“I promise that one day I'll be around. I'll keep you safe. I'll keep you sound.” Shawn sang, feeling the lyrics hit him deep in the gut, “Right now it's pretty crazy. And I don't know how to stop. Or slow it down.”

Sure, it was a vulnerable thing to do. Shawn singing his songs. It all felt the same though. Whether it was a whole crowd of his fans, a few friends, or now with this small group of family neighbors he had known most of his life. He was singing everything he felt, the words that he had spent hours in the studio trying to string together.

This song had been out for three almost four years now and he had gotten used to singing it and he felt more comfortable every time but now in front of her, he felt like it was the very first time. The first time he sang it live in an arena with a bunch of screaming fans. His stomach was turning and he was starting to sweat. His face felt hot and his heart was beating like crazy. That was just the effect she had on him.

“Hey. I know there are some things we need to talk about. And I can't stay. Just let me hold you for a little longer now,” Shawn smiled as he sung seeing the happiness that appeared on everyone’s faces. The biggest being on Katherine and Bradley’s besides their daughter who looked like she was going to burst from how overwhelming it all was. “Take a piece of my heart. And make it all your own. So when we are apart. You'll never be alone”

For the rest of the song, Shawn couldn’t look away from Y/N. Her reaction was all he cared about and he gained exactly what he wanted as he sang out the last ohh’s. She was almost in tears, he knew it. Just by the way she was biting into her bottom lip and how her nose kept scrunching up. Shawn strummed the last few chords and applause erupted around the yard. The guitar fell across his lap and he started to laugh lightly at Y/N. She was smiling at him as tears were starting to fall from her eyes. Shaking his head, Shawn grinned at her as she just shrugged and began to wipe at her tears.

He was about to put his guitar back and move back over towards Y/N but halted as he watched Brad take a step out of the small crowd. Her dad looked beyond grateful as he shared a look with the boy he had watched turn into a man. Brad’s brown eyes then moved to all the people who had come to celebrate his daughter’s birthday and show how much they all loved her and that’s when something passed across the older man’s face that Shawn couldn’t place. That’s when it happened, it all made sense in the worst way possible. The truth was out and he felt all happiness he was feeling moments ago disappear into thin air.

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best lekws of the party?

after a long six months, here it is: a ranking of my top five favourite outfits from each member of the party. hope it was worth the wait.

mike:

5. snow ball

i went to three formal events in all thirteen years of schooling and all five educational institutions i attended so middle schoolers having a random winter dance is VERY funny and weird to me. i don't think anyone i knew at thirteen would have had a good outfit for this kind of event but mike wheeler continues to be ahead of us all.

4. denim vest

people will say to me, "but how can you think mike is a lesbian?" and i will remind them of the time she wore a denim vest and bullied a twunk into giving her what she wanted. and that will close the case without a second thought.

3. pastel polo

thinking about the text i got from a friend that just said "okay yeah this shirt is kind of a lesbian look"

2. yellow button up

i have made many jokes at the expense of stranger things and will continue to do so as long as i am alive but i must say. the talent the wardrobe team has whenever they put any character in yellow...maybe the smartest people on the crew. anyway. here's another shirt that i wish that i owned.

1. s2 sweater

could it be anything else? the sweater that immediately went to the top of every lesbian's "Fashion I Need" list. mike wheeler was NOT going to let her trauma and fear and confusion from being far more fashionable than i ever was in 7th grade.

eleven:

5. bitchin’

she said it best herself

4. denim overalls and grey sweater

i kind of completely forgot about this until i was making this list and like, how the fuck did i manage that? i would wear this outfit now. i may not be a fan of jim hopper or his wardrobe but he really was doing some good parenting when he bought his daughter this outfit

3. paint splatter shirt

oh to be a fourteen year old psychic in 1985 hanging out with my lesbian best friend at the mall and stealing some really amazing pieces of clothing like this shirt and the fun romper and hat it can be paired with.

2. yellow shirt and black pants with suspenders

see above re: my comments on yellow shirts. did you know that a store was selling this outfit for FAR too much money but i still considered buying it? kinda upset that a 14 year old has my dream wardrobe

1. colourful romper

there is a reason i've seen about 50 people in their twenties wearing the knockoffs that target and hot topic made of this: because it's GREAT. probably my favourite piece in a season full of a consistently good wardrobe. el has been wearing stuff that isn't flannel for all of one hour and still has a better eye for fashion than i do. also the fact she probably stole this is a plus.

max:

5. intro outfit

max arrived in hawkins and was like. time to prove i am the superior sibling in my family when it comes to personality, skateboarding skills, and outfits.

4. halloween costume

not only did she outshine the party when it came to halloween scares, but she also kind of outshined them when it came to outfits. how were their matching ghostbusters outfits ever going to compare?

3. braids

at fourteen, max mayfield has managed to work out something that some people spend their whole lives not knowing: when you go to deal with a demon that has possessed your shitty older stepbrother, you need to wear a memorable outfit. and where can you go wrong with purple and blue stripes on a shirt and fun little braids?

2. yellow shirt

they’re all rocking great outfits honestly, but max still wins because she’s got that great shirt and those fun denim shorts. the boys never stood a chance.

1. rainbow shirt

as someone who has been a fourteen year old lesbian with messy red hair, i can confidently say i never had the ability to rock an outfit like this. godspeed, maxine.

will:

5. dnd wizard

will byers said You Guys Are Going To Ignore My Campaign So I Am Going To Force You To Care By Wearing The Most Theatrical Outfit Possible And Yelling At You To Wake Up. and was he wrong for that? no!

4. s2 flannel

imagine mike wheeler showing up in the best sweater of all time and everyone else at your school is like Holy Shit, Cannot Compare To That Outfit. and they would be right but my GOD did will put a valiant effort in. LOVING the colours here truly.

3. girls don’t play video games

will byers is allowed to be a misogynist because he will wear a great outfit while doing it

2. s1 outfit

i think we've established that i'm a fan of vests. but really, if you're going to be trapped in another dimension for a week, you'd want to have an awesome outfit while doing it.

1. mindflayer (0) vs a great outfit (1)

the shorts are fun! the shirt has nice colours! this is probably the least his hair has looked like he's a beatles reject! i know everyone was busy being "traumatised" or "dying" but that's no excuse for nobody complimenting him on this absolute look

lucas:

5. final s3 outfit

lucas went to say goodbye to the byers family in this great shirt to make sure they’d never forget him. and who could, in a green like that?

4. blue stripes

there’s so many stripes on this list, but none of them hold a candle to this shirt, if i’m honest. blue is my favourite colour, so i’m a little biased, but it’s a nice range of shades paired with a great jacket. 10/10. the only reason it’s not higher is because he just has consistently has a great wardrobe.

3. red turtleneck, hidden by even cooler clothes

do you know how hard it is to wear three layers and make every piece count? apparently not hard at all for mr sinclair. he always has such a coordinated outfit and i think he might be the true fashion icon of this show for that...the colours here are perfect and every piece is just nice on its own. get lucas on project runway and he'd WIN.

2. summertime style

my notes for this look just say "fun hat" which i think is all that needs to be said

1. camo bandana

he looked up Outfits To Bully Jocks In and honestly? he was successful on both fronts.

dustin:

5. three great items to create a masterpiece

cards on the table, i forgot about this outfit until now. but i never will again. we’ve established i like yellow shirts, but combined with his iconic hat and the fun jacket i talk about later? he made his point. i’m sorry dustin.

4. vest

another vest! like, if it works, it works, and this definitely does. also, i appreciate his ability to keep his hat on despite being trapped in a secret underground russian basement, for like, three days. he knew it completed the outfit. he was NOT letting that go.

3. purple hoodie

steve, how does it feel to have an outfit that doesn’t measure up to the looks of not one, but two middle schoolers?

2. spy outfit

i’m kind of annoyed we didn’t get a good look at this outfit. both of the shirts are such fun and the kind of thing that i would probably wear today. it was good of steve to wear the scoops outfit and allow dustin to have his moment. although, really, what could top those patterns?

1. snow ball

like, i’m a 22 year old lesbian, i’m not going to fight a bunch of middle schoolers for not appreciating this outfit. but c’mon. i’ve been through 8th grade. this is absolutely a step up from what the guys i knew would wear. he manages to make it work without the blazer and with steve’s ridiculous hair tips. give a king a little more respect.

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fivegoldpieces · 5 years

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Talks Machina at Gen-Con Q&A Highlights

Note: This only has the audience q&a portion. Cast answers are transcribed, side-comments and banter are only included if they are relevant to/answer the question posed. Apologies in advance to mobile-users if the read-more doesn't work - this is tagged as #long post if you want to blacklist it.

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Q: For Matt; might we expect any possible homebrew releases coming out in the next year or so, like dunamancy?

Matt: I have plans. I can't say anything because I want things to be cool and surprising. But I have plans don't worry. It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't have time, but I'm working on it.

Q: For Taliesin; what would make Caduceus really angry?

Taliesin: I will say that he can get angry. It does happen. Juvenile disrespect does eventually get to him. Not a fan of pranking. I mean, you know, everybody's got some layer - there's some stuff. No one's that serene all the time. No one.

Q: For Taliesin; at the end of the Call of Cthulhu oneshot, you mentioned that you had a lot of mouse traps set up. I was just wondering, were the shadow people the most dangerous thing they could've released, or was there a more dangerous horror waiting that they managed to avoid?

Taliesin: I mean, if the cats had been released first, that would have definitely been an interesting thing. The cats would have been a problem. Also, if somebody had died really early, I was setting up a series of rules for dead players to continue to interact, which would have been really really unhappy and bad. And terrible rules for the things that were living behind the glass, and if you were stuck behind the glass, you were right there with them and they could really mess with you. Thankfully none of that happened.

Q: For Matt; you have the Tal'dorei Campaign Setting - I was wondering if you were going to do one for The Mighty Nein campaign?

Matt: I don't have a lot of time. Campaign settings are extensive. I'd like to eventually do something like that. I have materials, it's just assembling them in a way that can be legible by a non-crazy human being that I am. Hopefully! We'll see as time goes on. At the moment, we're consumed with this animated series that you guys helped make happen. Super excited about that. Keep an eye out as time goes on, because hopefully I'd like to get around to that. That'd be awesome.

Q: For Matt; what the hell was up with the undead vibe on Jamedi Cosko?

Matt: Yeah, that's crazy huh? That's a pretty weird thing. Yeah, there was something about him that gives off an undead vibe. Wonder what that means? I appreciate the question, but I don't know if that'll come back into play in some time. Let's see if it gets explored at some point, and if not at least I could tell you at the campaign wrap-up.

Q: For Travis; for the animated series, a lot of the characters have iconic catchphrases so I was wondering how you're going to translate "I would like to rage"?

Travis: Are we going to "translate" that? I think he's just going to say "I would like to rage". Yeah, we are definitely keeping iconic lines, moments, interactions, all those things will be there just as they were.

Taliesin: I'll also add to that - if you want to see somebody doing that and taking things that shouldn't actually work in-game and making them work in-game, Jody Houser is doing a great job in the comic book series of making you feel like somehow Matt is intertwined in everything that happens, it's kind of cool. Check it out!

Q: For Taliesin; a lot of comparisons have been thrown around between Fjord and Percy, and something that I noticed was Uk'otoa is being much more insistent than Orthax was - do you think if Orthax was as insistent and as keen on punishment, Percy might've gone a similar direction as Fjord?

Taliesin: Honest to God, and this is just from watching, I don't think Percy had nearly as strong a will as Fjord does. Watching Travis play Fjord was definitely like, "I did not have the balls to pull that off, oh my God." Percy was never about the hard choice, it was always about "what's the option C that I haven't figured out yet, there's a way to game my way out of this, if I just keep talking I can get everything to work" until the very end. Like chicken? Percy doesn't play chicken.

Laura (using Vex's voice): From firsthand knowledge, Percy does curtail very easily.

Matt: If you actually recall, Percy didn't even make the choice. Scanlan did for him.

Q: For Laura; when can we get a Caduceus tea set?

Laura: Oh, I heard a lot of "ooh's". Who would buy a Caduceus tea set? [audience applause] Well, shit, maybe I should look into it.

Sam: That's so many more people than who voted for me.

Brian: Not to be That Guy, lets just see how long his character lives, before we start making merchandise around him.

Q: For Sam; you are kind of the king of over-the-top and ostentatious whether it be with your character design, or your flasks, or things like that, and especially your outfits at the live events - how do you come up with these over-the-top creations and also how on earth do you plan on topping last night?

Sam: That last part will be hard. I think next year, I'll either come out totally naked or I'll just be so basic - pleated khakis, a polo shirt, I don't know. That outfit last night, it was pieced together from several different stores, I'm sure CritRoleCloset will figure it out at some point. But it was a challenge putting that together. And then, my fellow cast members, like two weeks after I bought all that weird stuff I wore, they were like, "hey let's go goth". So. Fuck you guys.

Q: For Travis; with Fjord's recent decision, do you see him changing outfits to fit his new or old persona?

Travis: I don't think so. Most of Fjord's armor was very piece-mail stuff that he got either from working on the docks, or stuff that he got from Vandren, or items that he was given just as he sort of accrued time and responsibility where he worked. I think that stuff's very dear to him, especially coming from an orphanage where he didn't have any possessions, so all those things that are actually his are very dear to him. He might add to those things, but I think underneath they'll stay there. He might augment them or change them a little bit, in the same way you would draw on your jeans in school or whatever, but that stuff's his so it means a lot to him.

Q: For Travis; after Fjord severed his pact with Uk'otoa, was there a larger fear in telling Beau and Jester what had happened, since he had been traveling with them the longest out of the Nein, or did his journeys with the Nein make that fear equal across all of the party?

Travis: I think actually he was worried about telling Beau and Jester the least, and maybe Caduceus in there as well. He knew he would hear about it from Nott, and Caleb had already sort of started to call him on his shit and saw through a lot of that stuff. He also regards the group as very powerful, so I think a lot of it is turning to his very powerful and talented friends and saying, "I don't have any of that anymore, I hope I can still play with you guys." Legit though, the response was amazing. It was absolutely incredible. Jester is so gregarious and loving and joyful and exuberant that I don't think he was worried about that, I think he was actually looking forward to telling her as one of the first people to know. And Beau is second-mate, so like ride-or-die or right?

Q: For Taliesin; I can totally be wrong for this, but just reading body language and facial features, there do seem to be moments where you're kind of just like, "I'm done with this" - I just kind of want advice, like how do you keep playing when your energy level might be low or you don't like where the story is going?

Taliesin: Oh, that is never "I'm done with this", what you're seeing is the "I'm trying to make sure no one notices that I'm reading my backstory notes". That's me reading, frantically. I'm a big believer in terror, terror is a great way to keep me up. "Oh God, I don't remember anybody's name, oh God how many siblings do I have oh God."

Marisha: Well, also you write your backstories like the Silmarillion, it's like, so intense. I'm like "my dad was mean to me" like that's my backstory.

Q: For Sam; based on the amazing reaction we've had to your DnDBeyond theme and the Critical Role theme, when can we expect a parody version of the 2010 hit "Like a G6" by Far East Movement as "Like a d6"?

Sam: Oh wow, that's good.

Marisha: Not to be that person, it already exists. The Library Bards did it. So, you should check it out. I mean, do a cover, Sam, I don't know.

Sam: There are more songs incoming, just so you know.

Q: For Matt; you say dunamancy can alter the reality and the fate of the person that wields it - is this an affront to the Raven Queen?

Matt: I would say, given the fact that elements of dunamancy deal with the manipulation of probability, destiny, things like that, the Raven Queen is probably not that cool with dunamancy. Just throwing that out there. One of the few things she's probably like, "Really, guys?" So yeah, I'd say you're on the right track.

Q: For Laura and Travis; do you talk to Ronin about your campaign?

Laura: So, Ronin, every Thursday night he stays with a babysitter at home, but he watches the opening of the show. Like, he loves the theme song so much. I sing it every time I change his diaper.

Travis: Same, like I know there's songs that parents sing to their kids - he's heard the damn theme song every day of his life.

Brian: But do you guys change the lyrics though, like "You shit your pants, I'm cleaning it up now", you know what I mean?

Liam: My kids bust into that song constantly. We cannot play a board game or anything. Someone goes "it's your turn" "TO ROLL" every time.

Q: For Marisha; I'm a huge fan of Jocks Machina and hopefully we'll get to see them on the channel one day - will Beau ever join Jocks Machina?

Marisha: What are the requirements, are there prerequisites for joining Jocks Machina? You're kind of the authority on this.

Travis: Guns. Abs. Likes to lift heavy things. Likes to break a sweat. Likes to whoop that ass.

Marisha: Check. Check. ...Check? Check. Hell yeah.

Q: For Matt; this is a rather involved conspiracy theory question, so excuse me - last year when the party was in Shady Creek Run at the Landlocked Lady Inn, they first arrived and there was a doorman named Champ who Keg knew. The next morning, they went down and there was a new doorman who said he'd been working for the Marduns for a few months and had bright red curly hair and vibrant green eyes and acted rather enigmatic and shady and shifty and was saying they should listen more and that he hoped that whatever they were after, they were on the right path. Later, once they recover everyone, Jester is asking the Traveler where he was, and he says he was always there. So my question is this: was that character the Traveler in disguise?

Matt: [several moments of silence]

Matt: That'd be pretty interesting, huh? That's a unique observation. I will confirm nor deny.

Q: For Matt; now that Fjord has effectively broken up with Uk'otoa, what do you think would be a more compelling storyline, or what are you most interested to see: him continue to take levels in warlock, possibly with an Archfey patron, or paladin...?

Matt: Part of what I really enjoy about this game is how the players continuously surprise me. I'm down to see what journey Travis wants to take. I'm curious to see how he takes this next path in his journey and which elements he wants to maintain, what direction he wants to go - he seems to be really finding interest in the Wildmother and talking to Caduceus about that, and that's kind of been an element of breaking that pact at the time, so I'm curious if he's going to continue down that path or see this as a blank slate to continue to grow. I'm interested to see the different decisions that Fjord takes, and Travis does through Fjord, and kind of adjust and build the narrative for that character around that. I can't say I have a specific path that I'm hoping for, because I have no idea what Travis's direct interest is, beyond just the actions he's taken in the game. Yeah, I'm just excited to see where it goes. I really love the idea of not knowing that as the Dungeon Master. As much as it's me building and world-planning, many of you out there who run games as GM know the most exciting part of the game is after all that prep, coming to the table and the players completely surprise you, and you kind of have to think on your feet and go with it. That's the best part of the game for me.

Q: For Marisha; what inspired you to play Beau a bit more shaken about her near-death than some of the other characters?

Marisha: Well, I was at 2 hit points the whole time - Liam can attest to that. So you know, I was kind of role-playing that. Shit's crazy man.

Q: For Liam; so you play your characters, both Vax and Caleb, very emotionally without any hesitation, and you're an experienced actor. What I wanted to ask was, something that people who try to emulate Critical Role don't realize that can happen when you try to put yourself into the character and get emotionally invested is character bleed. I was wondering how you deal with that, if you do at all. Like, if something really emotionally devastating happens to Vax or to Caleb, how does it affect you and how do you deal with it?

Liam: These feel like synthetic memories, so any time the superimposed fantasy friend gets killed or has to leave or whatever happens - that shit we carry around and get upset about. Every time we leave on a cliffhanger and someone's gonna die, we think about it constantly. Vax helped me sort through things, but made me more loyal and determined and willing to take chances - which in life I generally try to avoid conflict. Caleb, I still kind of drive around and think about him and still go, like "why did you do that?" He's really messed up, if I just think like, fireballs and cats like it's fun, and we can make dick jokes and it's fun. But if I really take a minute, I just go "Oh". I feel bad for him, I feel really bad for him. I have fun playing the game, and I love these guys, and I feel bad for my character.

Follow-up Q: Do you have ways that you learned to process that, like if you're at home feeling bummed about something that happened on a Thursday night, and you're like "man I need to get out of this funk"?

Liam: Yeah, I pull my head out of the game. I'll play a game with my kid, or watch a movie with my wife, or go running. Running is great. Not for your knees, but everything else. Or spend time with these guys out of the game. There's lots of ways. We're really invested in their stories, so it sort of drags along like coattails wherever we go.

Matt: To give you examples too, when he says "hanging out with friends", the group that's there, your friends that are in this game that you trust enough? You should all also support each other when those dark moments happen outside of the game. Whenever we lose a character in the game, we have like a wake. We go to an Irish pub that we go to often in Burbank, and we all get drinks and we have a wake for that character. And it's part of that process too. Even though it's imaginary, there's a part of that experience and journey that's come to an end and that deserves its respect as well, and we're all there to support the player. As a playing group, be there for your friends who may be going through that experience, because even though it is make-believe and it's a game, that is still a loss. And that's not a bad thing either. Loss is an important thing to process, because life comes with loss. Part of the wonderful experiences of role-playing games is that it allows us a safe space to explore very positive and very negative emotions in a healthy way and make us better people for it. So just be there for them, be supportive, and be the best friends and co-players you can be.

Liam: Part of the reason, I think, that we get upset when these fictional characters are killed is because we're playing this game of imagination together, and we form a chemistry together where we're like "we get to do this together, and it's always like this, and you're always funny like that, and you're always intense like this" and we really love that chemistry. Then somebody gets killed and they're gone, and that chemistry, which is something that we're like addicted to and love, that chemistry is gone. Like, when Molly was gone. Beau and Molly had this great "fuck you" "fuck you" butting heads thing - that's gone. We're actors, but anyone who plays this game extensively, you love the sort-of second life that you create for yourself and then when the character is gone, you don't have that unique mix anymore.

Q: For Laura; I really love how you play Vex and Jester, even though as two characters, they're pretty different from each other. But sometimes, you have an instance where like, your Laura shows. So I actually just wanted to ask, what was the biggest disconnect you've ever experienced between player versus character? If you've ever felt like, you as a person, as a player, would never ever make a choice in a situation versus what your character would do in that same situation.

Laura: I feel like everything my characters do, I wouldn't do in real life. Like, especially Jester. Travis and I have had these conversations: the joy of playing a character like Jester or like Grog, where you don't have to filter yourself - everybody, I assume, has these random really stupid things that pop up in your brain and you don't say them because everyone would judge you, and they're weird - and as these characters, you just embrace it, and it is so much fun. Talk about character bleed - it is an issue that I deal with now, because Jester has had that effect on me, and so I tend to say stupider things in real life now. No, but I would never deface anything in public, I would never steal anything.

Travis: You're not gonna attach any dicks on the walls.

Laura: I would not attach a dick to a wall in public. Or anywhere. I do eat a lot of donuts though, that's on me.

Q: For Matt; we've explored several places in the multiverse in your games, like the City of Brass, the Feywild, places like that - are there any places in the multiverse like the Astral Sea or somewhere that you, either as a player or as a GM, would have liked to have gone but have never had the time or resources to do?

Matt: Interesting. I do have some places that I really would like to explore, whether in this campaign or campaigns down the road. Astral Sea is interesting, it's a really weird amorphous plane, and I just love the prospect of one day throwing an Astral Dreadnought at these poor guys. He's my second to the Tarrasque. Oh they're fun, they're a good time. I've always loved Planescape. The City of Sigil would be great for obvious reasons of course. So I can be like, "no guys, this is where I learned my wrong pronunciation". But the City of Doors is awesome. Lady of Pain is a great element. Those who watched the Search for Bob oneshot, there was a Lady of Pain reference dropped in there. If you missed it, you can go back and look. Maybe there's a few doors in Sigil that lead to Exandria, who knows. Think about that for your home campaigns, huh? I want to go into some deep Abyssal planes too. We've been to the City of Dis, we've seen a little bit of the Nine Hells of Baator, though maybe not the harsher places. There's so many to explore!

Q: For Sam; Matt has said on Twitter that one of the ways you guys handle the pressures of the Kickstarter and the intense dramatic moments in the campaign is by checking in with each other and checking in on each other's mental health. I know you take on a lot of responsibilities with doing the DnDBeyond ads and the songs that you write and also your characters are often joking around with other characters and giving them a hard time so I was wondering, from your perspective, if you could give some details, without giving away anything too personal, on how to properly mentally check-in with your fellow players and just help everybody and check that everybody is doing okay.

Sam: Well, I'm learning from these guys, as we go, how best to do that. I'm weird in that, as weird as I am on-screen, I don't really talk very much when we're off-screen, or I keep my stuff to myself, more than some of these guys do. But they have, in the last few years, helped me sort of connect more with my best friends here. You know, we do check in a lot with each other, thanks to Matt and thanks to all of us. For instance, yesterday morning we all had breakfast together. It was really nice - we just talked about stuff, and it was just great to just sort of reconnect with everybody. I'm not an expert at this in any way, and in fact, on this stage, I am the least good at it, but I have endeavoured to become better at it. Opening yourself up to your friends and feeling comfortable enough to share your past or your worries for the future with your friends and not getting any judgement back is like, the greatest gift. If you have that with one person, it's amazing. If you have that with all of these people? Holy moly, it's the greatest thing in the world. I've tried to be better at sharing my stuff with them and being there for them. That's all I can do.

Q: For Marisha; in campaign one with Vox Machina, there's a lot of powerful badass lady NPCs, so if by chance, it all worked out timewise, who do you think Beau would be most likely to have a crush on?

Marisha: Kima. Yeah. Keyleth very much emulated Allura, and really looked up to her and kind of looked at her as a powerful female figurehead and took notes for leadership through her. Beau would just wanna fuck.

Q: For Liam; what do characters do in the campaign that you find funny no matter how old it gets?

Liam: Everybody throw in on this one. I'll never get over Laura waggling her eyebrow every third word in the game.

Taliesin: Slow snicker every time there's even vaguely a possibility of a dick joke.

Travis: I'd say every time there's a pain reaction out of Nott. It is hysterical to me.

Liam: I like any time, just the concept of death comes up or Molly - anywhere, in the game, out of the game - one of these people would be like, "Like you, you're dead!"

Laura: Uk'otoa.

Q: For Laura; do you think the volcano would be a good spot for Traveler on?

Laura (using Jester's voice): Okay here's the thing. Like, I totally did at first and I need to talk to him, because I think that now it's probably not, because it wasn't very expansive really, as big as I thought it would be, and there wasn't like a lot of beds, and like, no real good food. So, I don't know how many people are coming, but like, even just getting to the nearest hotel was really difficult, you know?

Matt: I love the idea that half of your sketchbook is Jester's tiny Yelp reviews of locations in Wildemount.

Q: For Laura; with all of the throwback to Vox Machina and Whitestone in the week before, how are you feeling with all of it?

Laura: I'm feeling very nostalgic.

Laura (using Vex's voice): Also, I would love for everyone to come visit.

Marisha (using Keyleth's voice): Me as well.

Laura (using Jester's voice): And also, if we did, I think we would cause a lot of problems.

Marisha: New pitch - Travelercon at Whitestone. We know the food is good, lots of lodging and room and board, no dead people in trees anymore.

Laura: All of the residuum that you could ever hope for.

Brian: And endless booze.

[Panel end]

#critical role #talks machina #long post #my hand is now broke #transcript

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Shepard meets Gansey

| Carry On Countdown | Day 22 | 16 Dec 2019 | Fandom Crossover | ao3

AN: after meeting shepard in wayward son i literally couldn’t let go of the thought that he and gansey would make interesting pals, because in some ways they’re so similar. so, even though i feel like this is a very niche topic to write a fic on, and i feel like not many ppl would care about reading this, i couldn’t help but write a fic of shepard going to henrietta in search for magic and meeting gansey there. so that’s what this is. this clearly contains wayward son spoilers, even though it takes place before wayward son, it does have an actual spoiler in it revolving shepard. when it comes to spoilers for the raven cycle i feel like it only has mild spoilers for the first book? i honestly don’t know where in the raven cycle timeline this fic takes place.

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300 Fox Way, Henrietta, Virginia. That’s where Shepard was headed.

Henrietta was a name that often came up when speaking of magic. It was a location known for the high magickal energy radiating off of the town, and its strange supernatural happenings. It also turned out to be a hotspot for the appearing of peculiar magical artefacts, though that was a business Shepard preferred to stay at a distance from.

Henrietta, though. Henrietta he wanted to give a closer look.

When doing his research on the town, he quickly stumbled on the address 300 Fox Way. The address being home to an abundance of psychic women, well known for their accuracy. If there was anyone able to point Shepard towards the magic of this town, he figured it must be them. Or at least that they would be a good starting point.

He didn’t know what to expect from the psychic’s home. When he’d called for an appointment, it had taken him quite some time to cut to the case with the lady who answered the phone. She kept trying to give him predictions over the phone, when really he wanted to talk with the women of 300 Fox Way in person. He hadn’t minded much, though. Regardless of most of the conversation being inapplicable to Shepard’s search, he was still very intrigued by all the lady had to say.

Shepard, perhaps, had expected a rather large house, as it was supposed to house many people, but he found the size of the house to be very average. What he definitely had not expected was the bright orange 1973 Camaro parked in front of the house. It seemed quite out of place in front of this average looking home. The general aesthetic of the car was also one he didn’t associate with psychics. Though, who was he to make that judgement?

The surprise didn’t stop at the orange car. When he knocked on the door, he was quickly greeted by a young man who couldn’t be older than Shepard, though his actual age was hard to pin down. The white boy whore an expensive looking, yellow polo and khaki shorts. Everything about him, from his clothes, to the way he held himself, to the way his hair his hair was perfectly in place screamed expensive.

“Hello, you must be here for an appointment,” he said, allowing Shepard in.

“Sure am,” Shepard said cheerily. He held out his hand and the guy shook it. “I’m Shepard, from Omaha, Nebraska.”

“I’m Gansey,” he said, his head tilted a little as he took Shepard in. “You’ve come a long way, Shepard.”

“Ah yes, I consider myself an explorer of anything magical, and will allow my search to take me anywhere” Shepard said.

Gansey perked up at this, “Do you perhaps know anything of supposedly long dead Welsh kings, asleep on ley lines?”

“I know of ley lines, I don’t know anything about what might be asleep on them.”

A glint of excitement showed in Gansey’s eyes. “Well—” he began, but he was cut off before he could start his story.

“Gansey!” A woman shouted from inside the house. Her voice so loud and intimidating that it fully filled the air around Shepard. Had Shepard not already been acquainted with actual furies, he might have been slightly frightened of this one. “Stop holding up our clients with your king!”

Gansey seemed to take no offence in this command and lead Shepard into what Shepard guessed served as the living room—though, later he discovered it also worked as the reading room.

Here he was greeted by a rather large company. This company consisted of three women: a very short one, one tall and willowy and weirdly faded around the edges, and the one woman who, by the looks of her, must be the one who’d shouted earlier. There was also a short girl, must be in her late teens, with hair that could act like a birds nest—it being just as chaotic, yet just as precisely put into place the way it was. She looked curious and fierce, like a true daughter of the house Shepard found himself in. Besides the female company and Gansey, there was also another young man. He had a shaved head, and was all sharp edges. He had a raven perched on his shoulder, which somehow didn’t look strange or out of place in this environment. Shepard was practically beaming at the peculiar picture that the six of them made.

“Hello, I’m Shepard from Omaha, Nebraska. I’m here for a reading.”

Everyone in the room stared at him. The three teens (were they teens?) seeming rather relaxed as they eyed him curiously—except for the guy with the raven, who looked cold and brutal. Though, Shepard decided that that must simply be his way of being. The three women, though, all gave him intense stares. Shepard couldn’t decide what exactly to make of their stares; they eyed him with a caution that he felt was very unnecessary. After all, he was only a simple guy coming by for a reading. How was he different from any other client they would have over?

“I called in for an appointment,” Shepard said, in the hope it would ease some tension in the women, but none of them loosened up.

“What are you?” The blonde woman asked, her voice was light and airy, yet there was an alarmed tension in it. This question raised suspicion from Gansey and the other two youths in the room.

“Uh, just a human guy,” Shepard answered. Shepard didn’t understand what he’d done to raise suspicion. Normally, he’d be ready for a cautious reaction like this one, while meeting various magical creatures. In this case, however, he hadn’t done anything that he would assume to be anything but normal procedure for these psychic women. Gansey had greeted him normally, knowing he must be here for an appointment, why didn’t these women act the same?

“Liar,” the fierce one of the three hissed at him, but the short lady interrupted her before she could start threatening him. “No, Calla, I think he’s telling the truth.”

“I am. I’m here because I have an appointment. Shepard’s the name. I’m just a guy, curious about magic.”

“He is telling the truth,” the blonde one says, her tone puzzled. “But then why is there something dark in you?”

Oh. Right.

Something must have shown in his face, because the woman who he now knew was named Calla snapped, “So there is something off about you.”

“There is, yes. But it’s something I’m willing to tell you all about if you’re willing to hear me out. It’s really not as bad as you might think.”

All of the company except for Gansey and the blonde woman kept their looks of suspicion, but Shepard was nonetheless invited over to the reading table. The blonde woman introduced herself as Persephone, and then introduced the shorter woman as Maura, and the scary one as Calla—though he’d already fingered her name out.

“Start talking,” Calla said, bluntly, as soon as the four of them were seated, the three teens looking on at them from the sidelines.

“Well, as I said, I’m Shepard from Omaha, Nebraska. I’m perfectly human, though I am possibly more aware of the magic in this world than the average human is. I go on journeys to find magical creatures, simply just to get to know them, if they’re welcoming enough.” The guy with the raven snorted at that. “If not, I leave them alone. I promise. Though—um, I did once come across a demon, who didn’t want to let go of me so easily.” Shepard took off his jacket, under which he was wearing a t-shirt. He held out his arms to show the women the black markings there. “So, you know, I’m cursed. That’s probably the darkness that you’re sensing.” Shepard tried to read the expression of the three women as they examined his arms, but failed. All their faces were focussed, but besides that it was impossible to tell what they were possibly thinking. Calla looked angry, perhaps, but she’d done so from the moment Shepard had entered the room. The three teens had moved closer to the reading table to get a look as well.

“Shit,” said the one with the raven, though he sounded more amused than concerned.

“Blue,” Maura said, gesturing to the short girl, “you might want to move back a little, I don’t know if you’d be amplifying anything wrong here.”

Without a question, but still with a curious look in her eyes, Blue moved backwards. Shepard gave her a curious look back. Amplifying?

Calla snapped his attention back to the three psychics by asking “So you’re here because you think we can help you with that, then?”

Shepard leaned back in his chair, surprised. “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to involve anyone else into this messy business,” Shepard said, gesturing at his marked arms. “I’m really just here because Henrietta is often talked about when it comes to magical energy. I came here to explore and figured that the house of highly acclaimed psychics would be a good place to start.”

“You just want to know about magic?” Maura asked, voice flat.

“Yup.”

“And none of this has anything to do with the possible involvement of a demon?”

“The demon has no involvement in this,” Shepard clarified. “I do this out of my own free will, purely because it’s a hobby of mine.”

“The dark presence within you will likely affect any reading we’ll do with you,” Persephone said.

“Oh, it’s fine. I don’t really care about the outcome of the reading, I’m aware that most stuff doesn’t actually work on me. I only booked a reading because I figured that it would be the most fitting thing to do if I wanted to talk to you about the magic energy of this place.”

Both Maura and Calla gave him raised eyebrows, while Persephone nodded solemnly.

“And you say you have actually met magical creatures before?” asked Gansey. Shepard turned his gaze toward Gansey, who looked like he couldn’t possibly keep himself from asking for any longer. From the corner of his eye he saw Calla roll her eyes.

“Yes,” Shepard said, brightly. “I’ve met and befriended plenty.”

“Befriended,” the guy with the raven echoed in a mocking tone.

Shepard looked at him, over Gansey’s shoulder. “Yup. Befriended. See, most magical beings live in hiding. If you’re just honest and friendly with them, most of them are very happy to finally be able to tell you all that they have to share—most of them are just glad to finally have someone to talk to—or someone to boast about themselves to.”

At this, Gansey turned around to look at the guy with the raven, a grin on his face. The guy with the raven, however, returned both Shepard’s and Gansey’s looks with a flat stare, his amusement from before gone at once.

“I think,” Maura said, “that maybe it’s not us you should be talking to.”

Shepard looked back at the three women sat before him. “What do—?”

“We have nothing to offer you, but our psychic abilities. And those will be likely misled due to the… curse. Gansey, however, will literally never shut up about Henrietta and the magical potential of this place. You’ll find that he’ll be much more use to you.”

“Besides,” Calla interjected, “I’m not in the mood to deal with another one like him.” She jerked her head towards Gansey at the word ‘him’.

“Yes, that too,” Maura agreed, which Blue made chuckle.

A bit confused, Shepard looked from the women to Gansey, who looked nothing but delighted about getting to tell Shepard everything he had to share. “Uh—alright then,” Shepard said, his face slowly transforming into a brilliant smile.

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Shepard soon discovered that the bright orange Camaro in front of the house belonged to Gansey. Gansey allowed Shepard to ride shotgun, while Blue and the other boy and his raven—who’d gotten introduced to Shepard as Ronan and Chainsaw (Chainsaw!)—rode along in the back of the car.

Shepard had asked Ronan how he’d gotten the bird. “Took her out of my dreams,” Ronan had answered, in such a tone that led Shepard to believe that Ronan had been screwing with him, and that further questioning wouldn’t be appreciated.

After that, Gansey took over all conversation by monologuing for the entire length of the car ride about his search for an ancient Welsh king who was supposed to be asleep on a ley line, and will grant a wish to the one who wakes him. Even though it didn’t sound like the type of magic that Shepard was normally on the lookout for, he found that it was a pure joy to listen to Gansey tell his story.

After a drive long enough for Gansey to tell his tale, Gansey parked his car in the middle of nowhere.

“Here we are,” Gansey said, and the lot of them got out of the car.

Shepard must have looked confused because Gansey started explaining. “I’m taking you to the ley line. We’ve only discovered it quite recently.”

Ronan didn’t look all too excited about the idea of letting Shepard in on their discovery, but clearly wasn’t in a position to speak up against Gansey. Blue, however, did speak up. “Are you sure we can just trust him?” She asked Gansey, sounding awfully judgemental.

Instead of answering her, Gansey turned to Shepard. “Can you promise me that you won’t cause harm to whatever I’m about to show you, and that you won’t just lead everyone straight to this place after leaving it today?” he asked.

“You have my word,” Shepard replied. “Like I’ve said, I’ve met many—and I mean many—magical beings before. All of them still live hidden in uninterrupted peace.”

Gansey seemed satisfied with that answer. He turned to Blue and said, “I trust him, Jane. Do you?”

Blue (Jane?) shrugged, and so they began their walk to the forest that lay ahead.

Ronan muttered something under his breath, but all Shepard managed to catch was “Parrish wouldn’t,” which went ignored by both Gansey and Blue.

As they entered the forest, something in the air around them changed. Shepard knew about magic—about Speakers, about dragons, about faeries—but the magic of this forest was something unlike anything he’d ever seen or experienced. It felt like the forest was an entire beast of its own. He held his breath as he looked around the ancient trees; as he listened to them whisper.

“Welcome,” Gansey said, his voice overflowing with pride and excitement, “to Cabeswater.”

#the reason that adam's not in this is because i'm scared of writing him because he means too much to me and i can't handle the thought-#-of doing him wrong so yEa #he's a busy boy he's just got work or homework or something ajsdhsakj #also this was my first time writing any of these characters and it was kind of terrifying #idk if i'm satisfied with the outcome but oh well #carry on countdown #carry on #wayward son #shepard #coc 2019 #carry on fic #the raven cycle #trc #carry on fanfic #trc fic #richard gansey #anna writes

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Drinking it till you’re making it

A/n: So it's been a long since I didn’t post nothing, huh, but guess I’m back with a LatinBlack!Reader. I never give so many details about skin and hair in my pieces, cause I think it’s easy for all my readers to feel represented (at least this is how it works when I’m reading something here), but somehow I felt like I should this time, cause we’re always so so consumed by some stereotypes that even if the story doesn’t have details we imagine it like the cmon ones: skinny, blonde, north american etc. So I hope we can change that with time and create a place where everyone can feel home <3

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‘Gotta raise a little hell’

The strong beat keeps going. It was a tough day for him at the studio, everything that Shawn wanted was to take a good bath and rest as much as possible in his king size bed.

Well, it sounded a little impossible once his neighbor started listening to loud music, he took his time, took also a bath waiting for by the time he ended she was done with songs, but it only got worse.

She went from Rihanna to some kind of rock bass that was eating his patience.

He checked his clock three or four times before giving up and putting a white shirt, walking to her door.

And don't get him wrong, Shawn is very very patient, but man all he wanted to do was rest. Does she know that there's someone besides her on this damn floor?

And there she was. Shawn remembered her name, but he didn't remember how beautiful she was without the black makeup.

Y/n was what Shawn would call soft gothic. She used to look cute into the ripped black jeans and oversized 90’s band shirt. Her curly hair sometimes on top of her head in a messy bum and sometimes all over her shoulders catching people’s attention.

She definitely didn't listen to his music. Does she know who I am?? That was the question hovering above his mind the first time they bump into each other in the elevator.

And somehow she knew or at least knew that he was famous.

They never really talked too much, she was always late and he was always busy.

They were very distinct polos. Never on the same page of the book, if possible never even in the same book.

He rang the bell one, two, three, four times before she opened the door. An oversized shirt, just like always, but this time no ripped jeans.

Is she even wearing something underneath??

A glass of wine in hands and a tired look.

“Hey, y/n...” he smiles when she raises her brows. Somehow Shawn couldn't bring himself to just ask her to turn the music off. He wanted to stare a little more, see her curious and tired eyes studying his figure. “How you doing?”

“I’m doing hella bad, what about you, boy-next-door?” she takes a sip of the red drink and he can't take his eyes off of how her lips get wet and slightly pink.

“I’m ok, I guess..”

“Are you sure you're okay, cause it's like 3 am and you're at my door. I would say there's something going on”

“I was just curious about the song name...the song playing” he points to the inside of her house. She laughs, clearly seeing that it was nothing about the song title.

“It’s too loud, right?!” She shifts her weight to only one foot. “I am sooo sooo sorry, I thought you were traveling again, you always out. Plus, I had a really shit day...I mean, this guy that made pair with me in one of our calculus class he just took the project that I did all by myself and told the professor that it was his idea”

“Wow, what a dick” Shawn comments not knowing what he was really supposed to say.

“I know right?!! And then I went to work and somehow someone manages to spill coffee in my clothes, it was damn hard to keep the patient”

“Oh, you work at a coffee shop?”

“Something like that, it’s a library and a coffee shop altogether, I was going to try a place relates with engineer since I'm at the appropriate year of my studies, but this bastard just took it from me by saying that it was his own project”

She sights trying to keep cool, her right hand was already clenched into fists.

Did she beat him up?!

Oh, Shawn wishes she did.

“It’s the equivalent of you writing a really good song but there's this new singer and he took it all for himself, he got the credit, the fans and he even creates a fake story to seem real. Wouldn't you be pissed?!”

“One hundred percent” Shawn nods.

“I’m sorry, you came up to ask me to turn down the music and I'm rambling about my damn day”

“No, it's okay, it’s fine.”

She knew he was the typical educated Canadian, he wouldn't be rude or say something that could possibly sound like.

“I’m gonna turn it off, so you can sleep better. Sorry for the mess.” she apologizes and Shawn smiles with the way her eyes faced the ground like a puppy.

“’S okay”

“Good night, Mendes” he stops for some minutes appreciating the way she pronounced his last name. Men-diS. Shawn swears he could hear her accent slip like that for all day long.

“Good night, y/n, hope you have a better day when you wake up today.”

She nods and the last thing he sees is her lips parted in a smile before the door closes.

Shawn went back to his own door that night, the music turned off and the silent night taking his sleep.

After that day they would exchange more than a ”good morning” in the elevator and every time her sound was too loud he knew that it was a bad day, so he would knock her door and let her tell about, seeing how much she felt better just by putting all the bad events out.

Now they were more than just y/n and Shawn, they could call each other friends, not really close friends but still friends. The kind of who makes sure you feel better when they can.

It was a Friday night, probably around midnight when Killer queen started playing. Shawn instantly knowing it had been a harsh day for her. After all this time he manages to know that once she’s listening to Queen she really needs to rest, she had told about how it is her favorite band.

So the Canadian decides that it wasn’t a door-talk day, he slips his feet in the flip flops and goes straight to his kitchen, looking for one of his favorite bottle of wine. Shawn then makes his way to her door, ringing the bell. Y/n answers after the fourth ring.

‘Dynamite with a laser beam’

She shows up, just like the other nights wearing only an oversized shirt. The Queen symbol in the black fabric, her hair hanging curly in her shoulders making a perfect contrast with her dark skin.

“One of those days?” he asks and she smiles before nodding her head in a negative response.

“No really, it’s just tiredness in a whole new level.”

“I brought the wine”

“I’ll only let you get inside because of that” she jokes before both explode in laughs.

Her apartment, for his surprise, looks a little like his, besides the paintings hanging on the wall. Very colorful paintings. And even tho he would put her in the ‘soft gothic’ box, the colors and the decoration looks like her.

“You seem really tired too” she comments plotting her body in the sofa and pointing to the kitchen, so he could take a new glass for him.

“I am, in fact” he answers once he comes back from the room with the glass already full of red wine.

He fills y/n’s cup before letting the bottle in the coffee table. She hugs a pillow in from of her body giving him a long stare.

“And whys that?”

“My best friend broke his arm so I was with him in the hospital all day and night long.”

“Damn, is he alright now?”

“Yup, he will get better soon, hopefully,” Shawn sips his drink facing the fireplace and how it brings a comfortable atmosphere to the room. “and what about you? Are you tired because of the university?”

“Yeah, sometimes I wish to be a rockstar just like you, bro” she sighs making her best drama face, Shawn laughs.

“Woman, it’s not that easy. Some days I wish to be a college student just like you” he repeats her sentence using it for his own.

“We can change life whenever you’re cool with it, do you think you fans would be okay with me on the stage? Would they like me?”

“Who doesn’t?” He asks in a moment of slip. Her brows furrowing and her lips curving a little after processing what he just said.

“Well, sometimes I can’t even handle myself”

“I know, these are the days that I knock in your door and we talk and talk till you feel tired enough and go to sleep”

She smiles with the memories. Tiredness and sadness have never been healed in a better way. Y/n sits up, taking her glass in hands and sipping the red wine. It’s a new kind of sweet for her palate.

“Damn, Mendes, this is a whole new level. Where did you take these?”

“I know right?! It was from one of my travels to Italy,” he responds, happier than ever about how she was so comfy around him.

“What do you have from my home country?” she lets the glass in the coffee table and takes the popcorn bowl in hands, walking to his side on the sofa.

Shawn gazes at her naked legs, the skin there seemed so soft.

“I- uh...I have this book, it’s called ‘Love in times of cholera’ I bought it even tho I’m not too much into reading, but it seemed a nice name and when I googled it I saw that it was from an important Colombian author.”

“El amor em los tiempos del cólera” she sits by his side with a tooth grim. “It’s from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, such a damn well-written piece”

Y/n extends the popcorn bowl to Shawn and he takes some in his big hands.

“Fuck I love when you speak something in Spanish, it’s so cute”

“Oh, gracias, mi amigo”

“Amigo” he repeats slowly and she nods, holding back a smile. “It means friend, right?”

“Sí” she keeps teasing with that amused look on her face.

“So you just friend zoned me?”

“What?! No, bro”

“Oh, so now you just ‘bro’ me”

They exchange glances at each other and start laughing.

“We’ve been having these wine drunk talks, that’s the kind of thing that I imagined to do with a lover, not a friend if you want to be a friend that’s okay for me, bu...” Shawn stops her rambling by placing his lips on hers.

Y/n smiles between that touch before deepening the kiss, feeling his soft and wine taste lips. Shawn’s hands hold her body close, practically molding her into his hands, but once the song changes y/n departs.

“This playlist is from my Spotify suggestion, is that your voice singing Under pressure?” She looks at him with wide eyes and this curve in her lips, almost a smile.

“That’s what I was going to tell you”

“You’re definitely in my lover zone”

“Hope I’m the only one” he teases approaching again, she grins.

“Since the first knock on my door” She kisses his lips again, not ready to let go of the feeling that he brought to her whole body.

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jiilys · 6 years

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i need a userjiilys take on a royalty au omg

petunia renounces the throne and lily finds out via times news alert while in bed eating a biscuit, and then twenty-seven people burst into her room all talking at once.

yeah. she’s sitting in rooms for hours and her mother won’t stop crying. then james rings and she sneaks to the loos, picks up and he says ‘we can’t hang out anymore. i don’t know how to curtsey’ and it’s the first time she’s laughed in sixteen hours.

marlene and remus send long, nice sympathetic texts, mary several heart emoji’s, peter pokes her on facebook, and sirius texts her a poorly edited picture of her head on julie andrews’ body from the princess diaries. she’s got good mates.

the thing is, they’re the british aristocracy. or, as sirius says, ‘incest distilled’. everyone’s either related or may as well be. they’ve all known each other since the dawn of time

well, with the exception of james, who on account of being the son of a lord and that lords maid, no one knew about until four years ago

(lily, sixteen, met him first at a charity brunch. james thought she was pretty and lily thought he was standing on a toilet blowing cigarette smoke out the air vent because he was, in fact, doing that)

lily goes from doing charity brunches and the occasional tour to being on the cover of every paper, headlined ‘FROM SPARE TO HEIR’, and sirius says that should be her first rap single

james rocks up one day and lily’s mother hears so he’s trapped in security for an hour before someone accidentally tells lily and then he’s in her room.

‘i brought shitty beer for us but they took it’ he shrugs, hands in his pockets. ‘country’s gone to the dogs’ she says. he grins.

sirius, who is a literal prince, takes money from remus for cigarettes and then lies about it

lily pushes james into a water fountain and its proper funny only then he has an allergic reaction to a lily-pad which is less funny but its not serious or anything so she puts a photo of his swollen face in the group chat and its back to being funny

some olympics thing where marlene and remus go out a fire exit to eat shrimp they stole and cause a mass evacuation

bbc interview where she has to consciously try call petunia’s new husband vernon and not vermin which is what they all call him in the group chat

lily in the loos at a fundraiser making corrections to her speech and james, who was not invited and in fact told explicitly not to come, telling her to drop the adverb in the third line

mary, marlene and lily at someone’s wedding and marlene drunker than is acceptable for cameras so they lock themselves in the bathroom for an hour talking and feeding mar bread and only threatening to dunk her in the loo on eleven occasions

sirius nickname in the group chat is ‘metaphorical bastard’ and james’ is ‘literal bastard’

james walking round lilys enormous room, tie loose, shoes off, talking about anything at all

lily and remus have long involved talks about who is the superior chris bc lily thinks its pine and remus is all ‘not everything is about the princess diaries’ and lily says ‘that’s treasonous’ and googles if a monarch can revoke someone’s citizenship while mary dies laughing

james doing a handstand to prove marlene wrong and there is his abdomen and his back and the bones of his hips, right here in front of god and everybody, and lily is red all over

lily running in a charity race with children and she loses on purpose For The Children so sirius immediately turns to the nearest reporter and says ‘she never could run’

at a dinner for the king of belgium and lily is on her third bread roll, purposely not telling sirius he has a milk moustache and wishing james was there to also not tell him

marlene gives lily fifty dollars to knight her and lily takes it and then doesn’t

james and his father never talk but when they do lily knows because he rings her at ungodly hours and doesn’t say anything, and after forever lily says ‘he’s an asshole’ and james says ‘yeah’ and then he says ‘tell me about your day’

marlene, mary and remus all having secret instagram accounts while sirius’ plugs his twitter in interviews and calls his dad a bitch outside a club when a reporter asks for his opinion on the euro

sirius is the closest to lily in rank so he’s the only one at the polo match where she eats bad salmon and throws up in a bush. he mocks her for ten minutes and then goes for paper towels

petunia off living the quiet life she always wanted and lily sat on her bed, ugly sobbing actually, because she was never meant to do this and she’s letting everyone down

‘not possible’ james says, crouching in front of her, arms resting on her legs. ‘it’s – i mean–“ he coughs, hand through his hair, breathes in,

‘you couldn’t do a shit job. It’s not in you.’ eyes on hers, voice sure, ‘you’re as good as it gets.’

he hands her a tissue and reaches out, hand hovering for a moment, before wiping the damp hair out of her face. christ alive lily thinks, staring at him, aflood with knowing

sirius and lily in the corner at another dinner full of drunk diplomats, popping olives like tic-tacs and eavesdropping

lily, walking the freezing street with all the people behind the metal fences and a little girl tells her she looks pretty and lily says ‘not as pretty as you’ and the girl grins so wide her lip splits

remus and sirius are photographed playing strip poker at some model’s birthday and that’s all there is to say about that

lily travels a lot now and so late at night, on the phone with james, she’ll tell him about belarus and he’ll describe the new sainsbury’s ad shot-for-shot

james’ voted the second most attractive lord’s son by the sun and is chill about it. andrew fowler has syphilis but whatever. journalism is dead.

middle of the night party where her and sirius are on a balcony and she’s a bit drunk and can’t stop thinking about that time they were fifteen and everyone thought they were going to get married because the daily mail wrote that thing

‘sirius’ she says, he blows smoke out his mouth, looks at her, ‘i’m really glad we’re not married’

he laughs ‘me too.’ he says, and she keeps looking at him. ‘glad you’re here right now though’ she says, and by right now she means all the time and she knows he knows.

he blows smoke in her face. ‘me too’ he says again

lily and james sat at a wedding reception while everyone’s dancing and she doesn’t notice he’s staring until he says ‘a big part of me likes you’ out of nowhere and lily says ‘christ, what a line’ and kisses him

marlene, mary, sirius, peter and remus all at some art gala and while peter’s in the bathroom they all leave and forget about him until he texts asking where they are

remus kicks sirius out of group chat for saying that the ‘h’ in jesus h christ stands for hella

james and lily in james’ room eating chips and then lily has a phone call and so james pretends to have a phone call and lily’s on the phone to her secretary, snorting, as james is pretending to organise a meeting through the chip bag and then his hand is very high up her leg and she isn’t laughing anymore

mary, remus, sirius and marlene at a polo match and sirius nicks a hat while remus eats an orange and the girls actually watch the game

marlene and lily, who have definitely not forgotten the name of the earl of york, are googling something entirely unrelated to that at the back of his child’s christening

james is in the paper with lily again and her mother sits her down and says it would probably be for the best if she was photographed with him less because they don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea

and lily, who’ll die if james’ doesn’t marry her and she has to do this without him, tells her quite politely that she’ll think about it

later, on the phone with james: ‘so i’ve had a think and decided that if she asks me again i’ll just run off with you and we can run a bed and breakfast in siberia, or something’

james smiles into the empty room, phone pressed to his ear, ‘can’t be a lot of people looking for either a bed or breakfast in siberia’

she grins, wiggles her toes inside her shoes. ‘yeah well, didn’t say it would be successful.’

james laughs. lily, up in the air on a plane headed for somewhere a million miles away for some reason she can’t possibly think of, shuts her eyes, listens to his voice, and can do this after all

#yeah sorry this is long and never gets good im in a weird mood and for some reason am done?? trying with this so have it sorry 2 let u down #jily #james potter #lily evans #brotp: the lot #caroshorts #sirius black #Anonymous

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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when tomorrow comes (i’ll be on my own)

rating: mature

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier

summary: Richie pushed himself up on his elbows and smirked. “You know, Eddie my love, we suddenly have great potential right here. Don’t you remember what it was like? Back in Derry… all the sneaking around, the thrill of getting caught all the time? What an adrenaline rush!”

“What a constant risk of anxiety attack you mean,” Eddie corrected, but he was grinning too. “But yeah, it was pretty exciting. What’s your point?”

“What if… and really hear me out here, Eds… we just let them think we were broken up?”

chapter count: 4/7

Eddie trailed the tips of his fingers down Richie’s bare back, smiling to himself as his boyfriend shivered in his sleep at the touch. Eddie hadn’t originally planned to actually spend the entire weekend hauled up in Richie’s dorm room, but it seemed that Richie had know him better than Eddie had expected. Aside from Richie occasionally taking a walk around to campus to find food or drink, Eddie and his boyfriend had effectively been turned into experimental rats that pressed the pleasure button instead of the food button until they died.

Thankfully enough, they hadn’t died but Eddie had truly waited until the very last possible second to leave the warmth of Richie’s arms. If he didn’t walk out of this room in the next minute or so, he greatly risked running into Stan and Patty are their ways back to campus. Heart hanging heavy in his stomach, he tugs on his same pair of jeans from Friday afternoon and mourned that this was the first time in two days he’d been wearing something more than a pair of boxers.

Knowing it was a risk, but not being to hold himself back, Eddie reached out and scoop up one of Richie’s soft white Ts with a terrible puns on them from the floor and pulled it on instead of his salmon polo that he’d come over in. Bill would immediately recognize the shirt as Richie’s, and it did little to cover the purple bruises that danced up from chest and over a long part of his neck. Eddie was ducking out of Richie’s room while Richie slept, feeling utterly like he were bailing after a one night stand, and he couldn’t bare the only thing he be leaving with being those marks.

To King Trashmouth <3: hey sorry i didn’t wake you figured you needed the rest after this weekend ;) i love you see you soon

Shoving his phone into his back pocket and wiping at his damp eyes, Eddie didn’t see the people walking down the hall towards him until he nearly collided with them. Stepping back, Eddie cursed himself for taking the short walk. In the week or so since he and Richie had told everybody they’d broken up, Eddie had seen very little of Stanley Uris and Patty Blum. It was the same, Eddie figured, for Richie with Bill and Audra. What had been a tight group of friends since the first week of freshman year was now fractured, and Eddie was suddenly floored by the realization that this was like a sneak preview of what life would be like if he and Richie ever truly broke up.

It took every inch of self restrain he possessed in his entire body not to turn and run back to Richie. To toss himself back into the bed and curl up in his boyfriend’s arms. But he noted then, the way Stan was looking at him, looking at his shirt, at his marks and the urge to throw up over come to the urge to return to Richie.

He watched the expressions dance over Stan’s face; confusion, then realisation, then anger. The clench of his jaw, the flash of his eyes. Patty shifted awkward on the heels of her feet, seemingly avoiding meeting Eddie’s gaze. “Eddie,” Stan said, voice shift. “That’s Richie’s shirt.”

It’s not a question, but Eddie nods in response anyway. Out of everybody he’d met in college, Stan was the friend he was the least close to. It was funny in way, considering how often Richie would constantly tell Eddie that he though he and Stan were so similar. “Not in like… sexy fun times with Richie way but kind of like… if I got dirt on shirt you’d freak out kind of way.”

“Eddie…” Stan said slowly, jaw clenching for a moment. His eyes burned at the marks leading up from the collar of Richie’s shirt. “You can’t pull this shit, okay? Richie can’t handle you jerking him around. He’s a mess.”

Eddie crinkled his brow, licking his bottom lip in lieu of giving a response. There wasn’t anything he could say without completely exposing himself and Richie, and while he knew that at this point their stupid bet had turned deeply into overkill, but Eddie was too dedicated by now. He was also more than a little interested to hear just how Stan figured Richie was a mess.

“He barely leaves the dorm room except for classes,” Stan continued as Eddie knew he would if Eddie didn’t speak up to defend himself. “When he finishes Brooklyn Nine Nine, he just starts it over from the beginning! And he takes really long showers.”

“He what?” Eddie blinked, shaking his head slightly. Stan looked highly put-out, like he was moments away from stomping his foot, if he wasn’t so aggressively mature. “

“He takes really long showers, he never used to.” Stan said slowly. “I think that’s where he cries, because he doesn’t want to do it where I can hear him.”

Eddie’s face suddenly burned at the thought of the amount of times in the past few weeks that he’d snuck into the wet space to share Richie’s shower with him. Of course Richie’s showers were longer than usual, but there wasn’t a whole lot of crying going on.

“I think you’re seeing whatever you want to see, Stan,” Eddie said lightly. “You don’t know what Richie’s feeling.”

“And you do?” Stan laughed almost bitterly. “You dumped him for no good reason, you’re already going on dates with other people and now you’re crawling into his bed the first chance you get and fucking with his head even more? I thought you were better than that, Eddie.”

As Stan stomped off down the hall and Patty gave a sympathetic smile, Eddie gave himself a short moment to feel bad for himself. The last thing he wanted was anybody to think he was some sort of arrogant bastard just looking to get some good dick, or that he was using Richie. He, of course, knew that neither of those things were true and Richie knew it, too… but it still made Eddie feel a little sick that anything would lead Stan to believe such horrible things of him.

It did, though, leave a small warmth in Eddie’s chest to know that Richie had a friend like Stan who was go willingly to go toe-to-toe for him over a break up. Eddie’s best friends’ idea of helping was trying to get him laid with an almost scary amount of passion.

“I hope you know I absolutely did not agree to this.” Eddie said, leaning against then wall in protest as the party raged on around him. “I didn’t agree to this in any way, shape or form.”

Bill rolled his eyes. “You refused to download Tinder, we’re compromising!”

“A compromise requires consent!” Eddie shot back, eyes trailing over to where Richie was trying fruitlessly to tug Ben Hanscom up onto a table with him. Eddie fought back a grin, knowing his boyfriend was the furthest thing from drunk, just simply a menace to society. “Not sure why you thought this was going to be helpful in getting me to move on.”

“It did not occur me that Ruh-Richie would be here,” Bill said mildly as Audra arrived with a drink in both hands. Bill reached out for one only to be greeted with an unimpressed smirk as Audra took a sip from both in succession of the other. “There’s uhm.. somebody we wanted you to meet, actually but if Ruh-Ruh-“

“If Richie being hear makes this too awkward then don’t worry about it.” Audra finished for him, placing a reassuring hand on Bill’s shoulder and squeezing. Eddie pursed his lips, glancing over his shoulder at boy who was clearly standing a safe distance away. His brown hair was pushed into a ponytail, giving the hint of curls, and his eyes were hiding behind thick rimmed glasses, prompting Eddie to hide an eye roll.

Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and didn’t bother to hid in his interest in texting. To king trashmouth<3: your knock off by the door. bill wants me to chat him up

Richie had Ben’s head between his thighs now, shouting something about going for a ride, when he struggled to yank his phone out of his back pocket without sending both himself and Ben tumbling to the ground. He glanced up, eyes finding the boy then moving through the room to land on Eddie. He grinned, then winked.

from king trashmouth<3: do you want me to cause a distraction

to king trashmouth<3: will this distraction get you arrested?

from king trashmouth<3: no but it will be very embarrassing for you

from king trashmouth<3: but it will get billy boy off your back for a while i say

to king trashmouth<3: i mean youre going to do it anyway aren’t you

from king trashmouth<3: mmmmm you know me <3333

Eddie sighed, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Fine. I guess it won’t hurt to meet him.” Bill absolutely beamed at Eddie’s response, taking hold of his arm and pulling him over happily.

“Justin, this is Eddie.” He said, stutter all but gone while Audra stood off to the side, frowning lightly. “Eddie is the hottest guy I know and just got out of a very serious, long term relationship and is ready to let loose.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie said, not bothering to whisper. Audra pressed both hands over her face and walked away shaking her head. During their freshman year and a large chunk of sophomore year- the PRE-Audra ear- Bill had a pretty well deserved reputation as fuckboy throughout campus. Eddie wouldn’t have been able to count the amount of times he was kicked out of his dorm room so Bill could fuck some girl Eddie knew he’d never see again. From the beginning, Audra had been different from that and from the moment Bill referred to them as “going on a date”, Eddie had known the girl was going to be sticking around for the long run. It seemed now, though, that Bill was trying to pawn off his fuckboy ways onto what he thinks is a newly single Eddie.

“I’ll let you two… talk,” he waggled his eyebrows at Eddie and leaned in a whisper about spending the night at Audra’s so Eddie could have the room to himself. Eddie made a disgusted noise, but made a mental note to text Richie about it later.

Justin reeked of weed and he was even less attractive up close. He slouched and their was mustard on his shirt. It was looking at a fifteen year old Richie Tozier, minus the braces. It made an uncomfortable feeling appear in Eddie’s throat, and he was already completely over this interaction.

Justin just leaned closer, Eddie resisted the urge to gag as the smell got stronger the closer Justin got. A hand came out to rest on Eddie’s wrist and Justin face was almost touching Eddie’s cheek. “So.. hear you’re looking for a good time?”

“Good time but not a long time?” Eddie asked breathily, closing his eyes. Come on, Richie…. Distraction any time now. It would be FUCKING LOVELY.

“Oh, baby boy, it can be as long as you’d like.” Okay, Eddie was going to throw up now. Right all over this guys’ ugly, mustard stained-

“Ay-yo, what the fresh fuck is this?”

Oh, thank fucking God. Eddie exhaled harshly, shoving away from Justin and trying his hardest to look like he’d been caught doing something wrong. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shifted around nervously, looking everywhere but at Richie. I love you, I love you, I think I love you like never before, he thought desperately, wondering if Richie knew.

“Who’s this, Eds?” Eddie watched Richie bite down on his bottom lip as the nickname slipped out. Their was crowd surrounding them now, Bev and Ben whispering frantically to each other. “It looks like you went out and tried to buy me at Wal Mart.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. How original, Richard. Eddie and Richie made eye contact, and Richie gave him just the slightest hint of a wink. It could’ve been a blink, to a mind less trained in the ways of Richie Tozier as Eddie’s was.

Richie only made one singular step towards Justin before Mike Hanlon seemed to appear out of nowhere, arms coming out and scooping Richie up above his shoulders as though he weight nothing. Richie responded as though nothing had happened as well. “I hope you drown in a bathtub! I hope you have aneurysm after aneurysm after aneurysm!”

Eddie bit down on his bottom lip and pressed himself up against the wall, eyes stuck on his feet. If he made eye contact with even one person right now, he’d burst out laughing and blow everything.

“Your ex must be fucking wasted,” Justin laughed, face bright red.

Eddie walked Richie being carried from the party that was already loosing interest. “Nope.” He said, smiling fondly. “Just a menace to society.”

to king trashmouth <3: bills spending the night at audras? see you in my dorm?

from king trashmouth<3: you know it bby 8======D

to king trashmouth<3: youre disgusting jfc

#reddie #reddie fic #it fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #when tomorrow comes

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rosenwrites · 4 years

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Lost Son

Character(s): Trieu

Suggested Music: A King of Apathy

“Kevin! I finally found you!”

Trieu turned around to find an elderly Asian man in a red polo and khakis facing him. Everyone else walking down the street passed the two by. Trieu looked around for the Kevin that this grey-haired man was looking for. Nobody. He then looked back at the old man.

“Who the hell is Kevin?” Trieu asked.

“Stop fooling around, Kevin! It’s me, your father!” Kevin’s dad fired back.

“Wait, what???”

“And what are you doing, dressed like that? Are you trying to become a fashion model or something?”

“You got the wrong gu--”

“Do you have any idea how much your mother and I have worried about you?”

Trieu paused to assess the situation. “Okay, clearly this old geezer thinks I’m his son.” Trieu thought to himself. “Is he trying to pull a fast one on me? Or is there another reason he’s doing this? Either way, I’m sure I can duck out if things get too hairy.” He sighed and scratched his head. “I’m sorry about that, dad. I was just taken aback by you showing up out of the blue.”

Kevin’s dad smiled and patted Trieu on the shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Kevin. Anyway, all this searching for you made me hungry. How about we stop over at Pho Hung? It’s your favourite, after all.” Trieu nodded and the two walked down the street together. As Kevin’s dad was an old man, Trieu made sure to match his slow walking pace. “Seriously, what have you been up to? You should’ve let your mother and I know that you were back in Toronto.”

“Uhh...sorry about that, dad.” Trieu muttered. “I had some urgent business to attend to as soon as I returned. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you two sooner.”

Kevin’s dad chuckled. “It’s all good now that you’ve apologized. But I’m curious what this business was. Let me guess: You were helping to organize a charity fundraiser.”

“Wow, good guess, dad! How did you know?”

Kevin’s dad burst out in laughter. Some passersby gave him weird stares but continued on their way. “Oh Kevin, you haven’t changed a bit. I always said the only thing bigger than your brain was your heart. Of course, your mother always worried that would get you in serious trouble. She said that putting others before yourself would lead you to an early grave. Oh hey, we’re here!”

Trieu looked up at the sign. Sure enough, they arrved at Pho Hung. “It’s just as I remembered it.” Kevin’s dad and Trieu walked into the restaurant where the waitress greeted them.

“Good afternoon! Table for t—K-Kevin?!?” The waitress stammered out. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Uh...yeah. It’s been awhile.” Trieu answered.

“Isn’t it great, Christine? Kevin’s back after so long!” Kevin’s dad has the biggest smile on his face.

“Uh, sure! Right this way, please!” Kevin’s dad and Trieu followed Christine to their table. They took their seats and Christine prepared to take their order. “The usual for you two, Uncle Liem?”

“You got it!” Liem replied.

“Two large beef pho coming right up!” Christine left their table with her ponytail swishing behind her and soon came back with a pot of tea. Liem nodded his head in thanks as Christine left to tend to other tables. Liem reached for the pot, but Trieu beat him to the punch.

“Here you go, dad.” Trieu said as he poured him a cup of tea.

“Ah, you’ve really grown into a fine man, Kevin.” Liem said with pride before taking a sip of his tea. “I’m glad I was able to find you and spend time with you after so long.”

“I’m sorry to worry you like that.” Trieu expressed as he poured his own cup of tea.

“No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. It’s part of the reason why I invited you here, after all.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until we’ve eaten our food. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a meal together. Let’s enjoy it.”

“Thanks for waiting! Here are your two large bowls of beef pho!” Christine returned with their order sitting on her tray. She placed them on the table and disappeared in a flash.

“Ah, I’ve been waiting for this.” Liem said as he prepared his chopsticks.

“Me too. Let’s not waste any time and dig in.” Trieu picked up his chopsticks, picked up some noodles from his bowl, and started eating. Liem did the same, and the two ate together in comfortable silence. The pho noodles were nice and thick while the beef brisket was chewy and delicious. The hearty aroma enhances by the green onions kept them slurping up more and more. Once they were done with the pho, Liem and Trieu drank down the all the soup. Both their bowls hit the table with a clang as they leaned back in their seats, satisfied with their meal.

“Ahh, that hit the spot.” Liem sighed before taking another sip of tea.

“I never get tired of eating pho.” Trieu remarked. “Thanks for inviting me, dad.”

Suggested Music: Quiet Talk

“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. This makes apologizing a little easier.”

“I don’t know what you need to apologize for, but you didn’t need to go as far as inviting me out for pho.”

“No, I needed to do this. I wasn’t going to have a heartfelt talk with you on an empty stomach. I’m not that mistake again.” Liem sighed. “I’ve had some time to think ever since you disappeared. It goes without saying, but your mother and I always wanted the best for you. We wanted you live a better life than we ever could. But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of the fact that you’re your own person. We tried to force you down a career path that you didn’t want. That’s probably why you disappeared, isn’t it?”

“Shit, he’s coming at me with some real heavy stuff!” Trieu thought to himself. “I guess I have to keep playing the part of the dutiful son to answer this right.” He cleared his throat before answering. “I’d be lying if that wasn’t part of the reason. It’s just as you said: I left because I needed to be my own person. But my time away gave me insight. It made me realize that you two did the best you could to give me a fighting chance in life, despite all the hardship that came with starting a new life in a new country. Whatever arguments and disagreements we’ve had, at the end of it all, I’m glad you’re a part of my life.”

A smile formed on Liem’s face. It was a smile Trieu had never seen from anyone in Liem’s position. He thought it better to stay silent and not ruin the moment. Plus this was a foreign experience to him. He would not know how to respond even if he wanted to.

“I’ve waited for so long to have this talk and I’m thankful it finally happened. Thank you, Kevin. I feel like now the two of us can take the next step in our lives. Now, for the bill...” Liem reached into his pocket for his wallet.

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Trieu also reached for his wallet.

“No, I insist.”

“I said I can handle this.”

“I’m your father, it’s my responsibility.”

“I’m an adult now. I can afford to pay for this.”

“Listen, I invited you out here so it’s only natural that I pay for the meal.”

“Alright, you win.” Trieu sat down and put his wallet away. Liem stood up from his seat and made his way to the cash register to pay. Trieu poured himself one last cup of tea and drank it down while he still could.

“Okay, everything’s paid and we’re ready to leave.” Liem said upon returning. Trieu nodded and stood up from his seat and the two left the restaurant. Liem hailed a taxi and it pulled up in short order. “Well it’s time for me to head home. Take care of yourself, Kevin. And good luck with whatever it is you do.”

“Thanks, dad. You take care of yourself now.”

Liem waved good-bye as he hopped into the back seat of the taxi. Trieu waved back. The taxi merged back into traffic, turned the corner, and disappeared. Trieu stopped waving and sighed. Just as he was about to walk away, someone grabbed him by the collar from behind and dragged him into an alley beside the restaurant. He turned around and found out it was Christine, now in her street clothes.

Suggested Music: Unreleased OST 19

“Uhh...Christine?” Trieu blurted out.

“You can drop the act already.” Christine answered. “You...you’re not actually Kevin, are you?”

Trieu sighed as he fixed his collar. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only now, yes. When you showed up with Uncle Liem, I almost had a heart attack. But after I calmed down, I pretty much had an idea of what was going on.”

“Well, can you explain it to me, then? I was minding my own business when he showed up claiming I was his son. I tried telling him otherwise, but he was having none of it. I figured there was a reason for it, so I played along.”

“Well, as you can probably tell, Kevin is Uncle Liem’s son. Kevin and I grew up together as childhood friends, so that’s we know each other. Man, even looking at you now, it’s still so mind-blowing how much you look like him.”

“Liem mentioned that I disappeared for awhile. What was that about?”

Christine’s face turned sullen. “About that...Kevin volunteered for disaster relief in a war-torn country overseas. He always was the humanitarian type. That’s the reason why he pursued a medical degree. It just so happened to be what his parents wanted, too, but for different reasons. From what I’ve heard, they got into a big argument over whether or not he should go through with the volunteer work. Kevin stormed off, got onto the plane, and disappeared.”

“But I bet there’s more to this story.”

Christine nodded. “Kevin would still keep touch. He sent photos and videos of his work overseas. Maybe he was trying to prove that he made the right decision. But then he went missing, the correspondence stopped, and none of us heard from him again. Realistically, you can guess what that means. Uncle Liem probably could, too. But he probably wanted to believe that Kevin was still alive. They parted on such bad terms, the guilt ate away at him for so long.”

“So that’s why he latched onto me...”

“I can’t even imagine what it was like to be in his shoes the moment he saw you. There you were, just out of the blue, looking just like Kevin. Just for a little bit, you gave Uncle Liem his son back. You gave him a chance to make amends. You allowed him to erase his regrets. And most importantly, you renewed his hope. Thanks, Not-Kevin, for reuniting us with Kevin, if only for a short time.” Christine left the alley and headed home. Trieu stood alone in the alley to reflect on what happened.

“I should be thanking you, Christine.” He thought to himself. “I thought it was just a case of mistaken identity, but you provided some much needed context.” Trieu looked up to the sky. “Kevin, I know it’s a long shot, but I hope you’re still alive, and I hope you make it back home to the ones you care about.”

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By Louise Westie Twitter

No kinky? No party! East!

I want to see those little pinkie’s in the air because this special article is on one of my favourite Insane Championship Wrestling tag teams – The Kinky Party!

The Kinky Party always bring the fun factor into ICW and they always me make me smile and this article will show you why. So, like The Kinky Party, grab a chair (or in The Kinky Party’s case a beer or a keg) as we take a look at the history of The Kinky Party!

Jack Jester

“The Hardcore Icon”, “The Devils Favourite Dirty”, “The Big Ride Machine” or my personal favourite… “Big Kink” as he’s well known as. Jester is one of the ICW icons and a former heavyweight champion and is normally accompanied by his favourite toys – “Big Shiny” (a giant chain metal dildo) or a giant screw (a corkscrew). Jester is an ICW legend; former heavyweight champion, tag team champion and a hardcore wrestler. I’ll be honest, when I first saw Jack Jester in wrestling action live in ICW, I was a wee bit scared/unsure of him. Back then he was a very heavy Black Label heel and it was the eye contact lens, which me made me either nervous or something back then (it doesn’t now). I couldn’t look him in the eye, but then again, I like a bad boy. He plays a heel very well and I love winding him up.

I used to give Jester such heat for being in the Black Label. However, after meeting him properly and speaking to him in Box after the show, I shook his hand to be polite and say hello then I automatically relaxed. Over time I’ve taken quite a shine to Jack Jester as he’s really good with me.

Sha Samuels

“The East End Butcher,” or the “LuSha Butcher”, everyone’s favourite Londoner Sha Samuels. When I first saw Sha Samuels wrestle, he was a heel in The 55 alongside Kid Fite and had been beaten by Polo Promotions. I wasn’t 100% sure of Sha, as he was loud, had a big scary voice and looked scary. He looked like he could literally beat the shit out of me.

However, over the past four years, I’ve also taken quite a shine to “Shamuel” (as I call him now) as he’s so lovely.

A History of The Kinky Party

Now in the ICW history books, The Kinky Party weren’t always on the same side, quite the opposite. In fact, for the latter half of 2016 they were, in a sense, enemies, because Sha Samuels was drafted into Team Dallas and Jester was in Team Black Label. In 2016 it was the year’s big storyline for control of the company. After Jester went face following his Black Label run and Sha’s feud with his tag partner at the time Kid Fite had ran its course, The Kinky Party was created.

The Promos and Segments

If you listen to the episode of Wrestling Daft featuring Jack Jester, you’ll learn that when it comes to promos and segments of The Kinky Party, that is all Jack Jester’s mischievous handiwork – Sha knows absolutely nothing as Jester never tells him as Sha lives in London, while Jester handles it all in Glasgow. He simply tells him “just walk out and see what happens.” So, Sha is basically freaking out backstage, as he is a nervous wreck before it (bless him). Always pacing up and down and is terrible at segments (not terrible, but he is a nervous wreck before them). Jester tells him that he doesn’t really need to know anything, because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen and just react (for example when The Kinky Party has their launch party in Newcastle, which is discussed later).

The Kinky Party Merchandise

I love buying wrestling stuff (who doesn’t) and The Kinky Party bring out some good merch. I think I have two/three shirts, hoping to buy more at some point. The Kinky Party also produced new snapback hats. The shirts that come out are very cleverly designed and based on their favourite styles. For example, I know how much Jester loves the artist Prince and Purple Rain and that was fabricated onto a shirt.

The Creation of The Kinky Party – 2017

This was not the first time that Jester and Sha had tagged together, the first time they had ever tagged together was the 19th of March 2017 (my 24th birthday) against Kid Fite and Wolfgang. Then in April at the ICW Fight Club Tour: Birmingham, they faced Drew Galloway and Stevie Boy, which was their first ever win as a tag team.

In that year, they have had nine matches in total; facing the likes of, The Marauders, Kings of Catch, Polo Promotions, Joe Hendry and Leyton Buzzard, and The Filthy Generation.

The Kinky Party’s first official match was against Legion (Mikey Whiplash and Chris Renfrew) on August 13th 2017. The match ended in the first ever win against Legion, which ended with Jester on top of Sha, kissing him on the cheek (the shock on Sha’s face though!). After the match, Veronica Le Strange cut a promo with the newly created Kinky Party and Jester said he thought The Black Label was big, they’ve got nothing on The Kinky Party and went out to celebrate, with Sha insisting there was nothing kinky about him.

The Kinky Party Launch Party!

When ICW came to Newcastle, it featured The Kinky Party – launch party.

Jester came out first wearing a ‘Sha Life’ shirt with a carry out, on his way into the ring, he also got a motorboat off Tits McGee (who we shall discuss in a minute).

As Jester took the microphone, it’s Kinky Party time. Jester was ready, but the question was are the fans ready? Are we ready for a party? (always) Are you ready for a Kinky Party? (who the hell wasn’t?!) It was what he was waiting for, it’s what the fans were waiting for, it’s what the boys in the back had been waiting for, it’s what everyone had been waiting for (except Sha because he was shitting himself!). He was honestly dreading this too much. So, to make him feel welcome, after a chant of three everyone started chanting “East” and Jester motioned for Shamuel to get his arse out to the ring.

So, Sha came out, and when he came into the ring, Jester had given him a captain’s hat to wear (and he suited it). Sha wanted a pint, but Jester got him the best beer in the world – Newcastle Brown Ale or Newcastle Brown Nose, according to Sha and that he wasn’t drinking that. According to Big Kink, it was lovely and was a mixture of Tipp-Ex and damp. He tried (bless him) to down it in one, but downed it in two instead. While Sha also poured it into his hat and then tipped it all over himself.

Sha went on to say that he wasn’t a boy, he was a man and asked if that was all he had for him. Calling him a mug and that it was only a couple of cans and he could drink cans all night. Jester then scolded Sha for destroying a perfectly good Kinky Party shirt, but that wasn’t all Jester had got. Jester had also sacrificed his entire Saturday to prove to him that this team is worth it. Jester knows that Sha is quite unsure and that he was nervous, but he had something and asked for a chair because Sha was going to have to sit down for this. He wanted him to be comfortable, so he got him some stuff Sha liked. As the Jägerbomb chant started, Jester told the crowd that the Jägerbombs had mixer in them and he didn’t drink that shit. Sha asked for two as long as that made him happy. As he sat down, Jester gave him what was in the carry out – and gave him some Scampi Fries, and his favourite pork scratchings. Jester tried, but since in Glasgow they didn’t sell jellied eels, all Jester could find was a jellied snake instead (which caused the crowd to shout “down in one”). As Sha waved it about and nearly caught Jester, he was told to watch his eye as he’s only got one good one.

Jester asked Sha to sit down and for everyone to get the tissues out as it was gonna get quite emotional. Jester had made a video featuring a highlight of their match and other moments including their lads’ trip to Benidorm and it ended with “The Kinky Party 2017 – FOREVER”. Sha thought it was pathetic as they were a tag team and they were not getting married. Jester thought it was nice while Sha said that they were a tag team and not husband and wife. Who makes videos at a party and that it was sad and pathetic. Jester expected this to happen and there were sudden chants of “Sticky Vicky RIP” (she wasn’t dead as they saw her last week). It was going to go one way or the other and it never floated his boat. Sha demanded the shots and insulted the Newcastle staff by saying that they wouldn’t have had it in Glasgow.

Just in case that never worked, Jester did have a Plan B; after all this was The Kinky Party Launch Party. There was no chance that the show was gonna end without Sha’s very own stripper. As Jester’s second surprise was a sexy goth dominatrix style stripper that Jester had organised, who was armed with duct tape! Sha was jumping up and down as she stood at the top of the ramp, and as Jester beckoned for her to come to the ring, he ran up the ramp and lifted her down to the ramp and used a member of ring crew as a stool to help her into the ring.

The stripper started winding Sha up and Jester told him to be nice, this cost him money. As he sat down, the stripper tied a duct tape strip around Sha’s mouth as the kinky party theme played and she began to give him a lap dance. While she blindfolded Sha was his own scarf, Jester brought this fan in that they call “Tits McGee”, who apparently used to tour with The Stranglers (her man dressed up as Jester at shows). They helped her into the ring and she motorboated Sha while Jester danced with the stripper. The party ended when Jester took her place and Sha fell on his back (he thought it was Jester) and he jumped out of the ring and kicked off saying that he’s got kids, he didn’t want them seeing that.

Grabbing the microphone, Jester told him that he went to all that effort, he made a video, he can barely turn on a DVD player, but he sussed it out. This was also the very first time The Kinky Party crowd surfed! Although the crowd surfing was cut short by Menzies and Josh “Turbo“ Terry – two graduates of the Johnny Moss training school. However, The Kinky Party left them Tor Atterhagen instead and went off with the stripper!

Outside, Veronica tried to cut a promo with Sha (who was steaming and without Jester) he thought there would be midget trannies, and animals getting shoved up places, but there were scampi fries, there was Sambuca and a lady stripper, and pork scratchings. Then Jester turned up to ask him what he thought, Sha’s response was that he was pissed and that’s what matters. When you have a party when your pissed, and that the video was a bit camp, but he can deal with camp, and didn’t mind it giving Jester a wee slap and a kiss on the cheek, claiming that the party was normal, no trannies and that his kids would love it.

Jester agreed, apologizing to Veronica, who asked where do you man a friend like that? Jesters response was simply by tapping his nose and saying “You know me. Ask no questions, tell no lies. It’s drinking time.

”No Kinky, No Party! East!”

Feud with The Kings of Catch

The next feud was with The Kings of Catch (Aspen Faith and Lewis Girvan). Their first match was the 1st of October 2017. It started with Sha claiming that he can’t believe that he’s got to wrestle, and that it took him 20 minutes to get his boots on. All he wanted was a Jägerbomb and a pint. This was also where Sha caught the pint perfectly that was thrown into the ring. The Kinky Party unfortunately lost, but the feud with The Filthy Generation wasn’t over. In fact, this would lead up to a bigger match at Fear and Loathing (which we shall look at later).

After the match, they hugged it out. Backstage Sha and Jester were talking about the outcome of the match and Sha needed a hug, but he didn’t want one from Jester, he wanted one from Jennifer Louise, after he got his hug, Sha stormed off.

When Jody Fleish had a match with Stevie Boy (which Jody won), The Filthy Generation jumped him and The Kinky Party made the save. Afterwards, backstage Jody cut a promo, and The Kinky Party came in and Sha said that The Kings of Catch don’t respect people who paved the way, calling them soap dodging bastards. Jester steps in by saying that he can speak for everyone when he says that he hates people coming into ICW and leaving on a downer, and not to let those little rats ruin his experience. And that there was only one thing for it – to join The Kinky Party. When Jester left, Sha asked Jody if he liked anal beads and Jody said not so much (because Jester does!).

When ICW debuted in Edinburgh, The Kinky Party made the save on The Purge during their match between The Purge and The Filthy Generation. Getting the microphone, Sha hasn’t slept a wink since they mugs beat him, and he was embarrassed, that they got beat by The Kings of Catch. Calling them “Kings of Jobby” and stating that his eight-year-old is a better wrestler than Lewis Girvan. Anyway, he can’t sleep a wink knowing that they beat them and wondered what they were going to do about it. Jester stepped in and told Sha to relax and didn’t know why he insisted on getting so wound up over those two fucking arseholes. This was a classic example of two boys trying to prove a point, trying to prove to us (the fans) that they should try to fill the spot that they got. Jester didn’t have to prove a point, Sha didn’t have to prove a point, let’s face it, who else could walk out there and with their legs spray painted black, wearing the shiniest trainers, in the history of the fucking planet, and still looked like a sexy bastard, the answer – nobody! He wishes he could say that they were two peas in a pod to make a name for yourself was to beat the guys who were already there. The reason they beat Sha was because he was fucking steaming (as per usual – JJ’s words). So November 19th , the Hydro Glasgow, Fear and Loathing X, it’s Jester (The Devil’s Favourite Dirty, The Baron of the Ball Gag, Jack Jester) and The East End Butcher and world renowned alcoholic Sha Samuels, versus soap dodging bastards. With the challenge set, The Kinky Party set off to bar, being crowd surfed into the audience.

Backstage with Veronica, Sha admitted he was shattered, and that they were the same age, and that the only reason they came out was because they wanted to teach a lesson to The Kings of Jobby thinking they were the fucking bees’ knees. Jester jumped in by saying that any chance he’s got so that he shove his giant ring right up The Kings of Catch nostrils, and Sha finished off stating that November 19th they’re getting mugged off by Big Kink (Sha hated that phrase) and “The East End Butcher”. Then they went off to get a drink.

Road To Fear & Loathing – 2017

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As the ICW Road to Fear & Loathing Tour 2017 kicked off, we started in Sheffield, the match between The Kinky Party and Polo Promotions ended in a no contest after some inference from The Marauders (Mike Bird, Wild Boar and Iestyn Rees) and The Kings of Catch (This would not be the last time that Polo Promotions and The Kinky Party faced each other – more on that later).

Backstage, Polo Promotions and Kinky were checking over Mark Coffey and Sha insisted he take part in one of the matches, but ICW owner Mark Dallas said to them that they’ve got a match.

The next show, in Bristol, The Kinky Party looked hungover as they cut a pre-match promo with Veronica and as she was about to start, Sha was like “what’s the point?” and she lowered her voice as both boys were a bit delicate. Sha said that he didn’t care about the match due to the state of him with Jester telling him to talk the other way and Sha went onto say that he was 33 years old not 22, he takes him to all these boozers and that he was in a state and how where they gonna win this match as they hadn’t won a match and Jester wanted a bit of distance as Sha was making him sick.

When asked about the match, Jester stepped in to say, tonight is the night for a win and Sha had been moaning and Jester needs to deal with this and put a smile on his face. Later on, The Kinky Party defeated Leyton Buzzard and Joe Hendry.

The next show, in Liverpool, The Kinky Party faced The Marauders (Mike Bird and Wild Boar) for their first ever tag team title shot (which The Kinky Party lost due to some interference from “The Alpha Male” Iestyn Rees).

On the last ever leg of the tour in Cardiff, The Kinky Party faced The Marauders (Mike Bird and Wild Boar), in a tag team street fight (which The Kinky Party lost).

After Triple H appeared on the show, The Kinky Party done a brilliant promo on The Kings of Catch and Triple H’s appearance on the show.

France ’98

At France 98, The Kinky Party and Jody Fleisch faced The Filthy Generation, which they sadly lost.

Fear & Loathing X

At Fear and Loathing X, before the match, The Kinky Party promo was that they were chilling in their dressing room and Jester was asleep on the couch and he was running around looking for Sha who was on the toilet reading the Metro. Jester told him to move his arse and for god’s sake, wipe it! They legged it from the dressing room, Jester kissing the Prince poster and Sha hadn’t even got his straps complaining that he couldn’t go for a shit in piece, forgetting his scarf. As they got out of the lift, they accidentally ran into opposite directions, as they raced through the Hydro to the giant clock “time to meet the best fans in the world.” With both boys looking into the camera as they ran out the entrance. The Kinky Party defeated The Kings of Catch and celebrated crowd surfing to the bar.

Backstage they cut an excited promo with Jennifer Louise and Sha was happy as a clam as they mugged off them soap dodging bastards and it would be the first of many. Jester told everyone that would not rest until The Kinky Party crowd surfed in every building that ICW ran. They surfed at the Hydro, the third busiest building right behind the O2 in London and Madison Square Garden. But now it was time to party.

The Last Fight Club Taping of 2017

At the last Fight Club taping of the year, The Kinky Party had another tag team title match against the reigning champions Polo Promotions, they didn’t win unfortunately, but both teams’ handshake it out claiming that Polo Promotions were the best in the world.

The Kinky Party then cut a promo backstage with Veronica, with Sha telling Jester that he wasn’t sure about them, he didn’t like Jester’s ways, what he did in his spare time (which caused a Jester eye roll) and what kind of scene he was into with his fruity ways, that was fine and dandy, no offence, cause he learned to like him, but tonight was the first time he wanted to be his tag team partner. It felt like a team and Jester could see it as they were so close. Polo Promotions, they had them by the palm of their hands and the short and curlys, and Sha just wanted to be the tag team champions so bad, he didn’t give a fuck about the Square Go, the world title, he wants to be the tag team champions and Jester agreed raising a can to that.

The boys came out at the end of the main event, Sha now dressed in his Christmas gear for a Christmas celebration…

Part two in our Kinky Party story right takes you from the start of 2018 till the conclusion of their tag team reign at Fear and Loathing XI.

No Kinky? No Party! The History of The Kinky Party [Uncensored] Part One

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