#crow's in a lee mood what's new

[cantsaythetword]

👏Thinking 👏 lee 👏 thoughts 👏 tonight 👏

#he speaks #crow's in a lee mood what's new

[lerknow]

Distraction~

Distraction Lee! Soobin Ler! Yeonjun

"Comfort After a Scary Movie" Week 3 of Crow's TickleTober

Synopsis: Soobin is made to watch a horror movie with his members in honour of halloween month. He doesn't do well but Yeonjun helps keep his mind off the film.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction, Scary Movies

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"No horror. I repeat, No horror-" 

"C'mon Soobin, It's October. You have to get into the spooky mood, at least a little,"

Yeonjun teases, trying to convince the Scardy cat of a bunny to watch the new Saw movie. 

"Yeah, just this once," Beomgyu pouts, trying his best puppy eyes on Soobin. 

Soobin huffs back, clearly not having whatever Beomgyu was pulling. Why couldn't they just watch it without him later? 

4 out of 5 members were waiting for free time to finally catch up with the franchise, with tonight being the perfect time. They finally had their well-deserved time off, and they wanted to use it wisely. 

"There is no 'mood' I want to be in other than calm. Let's just watch a Disney movie or something." 

"Booooring!" Kai chimes in, earning a few laughs from the group, which were easily drowned out by his own

As the leader, Soobin usually had at least a little bit of authority, but when it came to movie nights, everyone seemed to forget his position. Throwing it all away to be the first one to the remote. The youngest's always pulling the ‘maknae' card. 

"How about you just go make popcorn? I’ll pick a good one," Taehyun reaches over, snatching the remote from Beomgyu's grasp, which caused him to pout again with an exaggerated whine. 

Soobin nodded. Trusting Taehyun enough with the remote to honour his request, he made his way to the kitchen to make their snack. 

He took his time making two giant bowls of popcorn to be shared between the five of them. Being nice and mixing in extra melted butter. Soobin was getting excited; maybe they'll watch Encanto again or one of the classics. 

"Okay, so what movie did we-" Soobin stopped in his tracks, glaring at the tv screen in front of him. Against his wishes, Taehyun had put on, not the newest Saw, but the previous one. Soobin forgot how much Taehyun loved to mess with him too. 

"Before you get mad," Taehyun put his hands up in surrender. "It's all Beomgyu's fault." 

"NUH UH!" Beomgyu shouted, ready to argue. 

Soobin sighed, placing the bowls in the member's hands. He situated himself between Beongyu and Yeonjun on the couch, hiding his eyes in his hands. 

"Just... press play" Soobin mumbles to the group.

"Really?" Yeonjun gave Soobin a concerned look, as if to say 'are you really sure about that?' 

"I'll survive; don't worry." Soobin shoos them away with his hands, not wanting this discussion to go on any longer. The sooner they start, the sooner it ends.

The members were prepared to get chewed out by their leader for the suggestion alone, but that wasn't the outcome. They cheered silently and pressed play on their remote. Taehyun tosses it down onto the coffee table. 

Through the beginning of the movie, Soobin was determined to look anywhere but the screen. Pretending the half-eaten popcorn bowl was more interesting or how cool the ceiling was with all of those bumps. Every so often he would look up when he heard the member's reactions die down but every single time he regretted what he saw. 

Soobin sat in shock, looking straight down into his lap, refusing to look up if even something slightly unsettling was visible on the screen. 

"Hey Soobin," he heard Yeonjun's voice whisper close to him. It caught him off guard, almost sending the bowl into the air with his flinch. "You okay?" 

Soobin thought about it. Obviously, it wouldn't be good to lie and say everything was alright, but he also didn't want to make the members feel bad. He did originally say it was fine after all. 

"Yeah. Is the movie good?" Soobin reflected, focusing on Yeonjun instead of the screen. The flashing colours in his peripheral vision making him anxious.

"You don't look too okay.”

He could tell? He was the oldest; of course he could tell. With a sigh, Soobin nodded. They could all read each other like a book.

“I'm scared, but like… I just need a distraction; this bowl of popcorn is getting boring." Soobin moves the bowl to their coffee table. Immediately, being snatched by Kai from the floor.

“I can help; come here.” With a soft smile, Yeonjun let Soobin lay closer to him, hiding his view from the screen while a particularly horrifying scene played out. 

Soobin appreciated moments like this with his members. Not so much the movie, but how much they care for each other like family. 

Soobin was comfortable now, nearly too comfortable, almost falling asleep against Yeonjun's shoulder as he rubbed his back, almost on instinct. 

It was fine for a while, until the sounds of the movie caught Soobin's attention. Cringing in his seat, Soobin blocked his view with his hands again, making sure he wasn’t able to see whatever horrific thing the directors decided to add.

While he was focused on the sounds, Soobin was caught off guard by a new but familiar feeling. The firm hand he felt against his back shifted into softer claw hands. Nails gently scraping across the surface of Soobin's shirt. As much as it was calming, Soobin couldn't suppress a shiver at the now ticklish feeling.

Soobin was never the most ticklish member, but every single time, Yeonjun seemed to find his weak spots. Soobin melted into the couch, trying not to give away his reactions. Pressing his lips together firmly as he faced the back of the couch.

What Soobin didn't know was this was all on purpose and not an accident due to lack of attention. Yeonjun wasn’t lying when he said he would help with a distraction. He didn’t exactly say what kind of distraction, though.

Yeonjun continued his almost painfully slow tickling to Soobin's back, earning a few quiet giggles from time to time. Yeonjun kept switching between using his nails and the pads of his fingers to see which affected Soobin the most and kept his mind off of the now even worse noises coming from the speakers.

Yeonjun pretended to pay attention to the movie, now more entertained by Soobin's attempt at acting like he wasn't ticklish. He couldn't help but glance at him, shaking. To anyone else, it would look like he was that terrified by the movie but to Yeonjun, it was another story. He was trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him.

Yeonjun decided the subtlety was up, jabbing quite roughly against Soobin's ribs, which ripped a loud squeak from his throat at the same time as the movie played a terrifyingly loud scream. It was a successful attempt to distract Soobin into not being jumpscared by the movie instead. Soobin didn’t even realize it either.

A little embarrassed, Soobin covered his mouth while Yeonjun continued to pester him with pokes. Now knowing Yeonjun was doing it willingly, he felt 10 times more vulnerable to the ticklish feeling now trailing down his sides. 

Soobin was currently trying his best to stay still while Yeonjun squeezed him like a stress ball. Almost kicking Beomgyu, who was still beside him. Somehow, he hadn’t caught on. Maybe he did notice and was pretending as if he didn't. No, he knew Beomgyu, and Beomgyu would definitely not let a moment like this go by without playing along. 

"Are you doing good now?" Yeonjun checked in on Soobin, chuckling at the way he froze before nodding without looking up. Clearly not wanting to see either the screen or Yeonjun's pleased face,

"The movie's over, by the way," Yeonjun whispers to Soobin, stopping his ticklish distraction. Soobin untwists himself from the position he somehow wiggled himself into, blinking at the blank screen. 

"Finally, it’s over-" 

"Hey guys, do you wanna watch the next one now?" Beomgyu asks the group, looking towards Soobin as if asking for his permission only. 

Soobin sighs towards Yeonjun, knowing exactly what was coming next. 

"Fine, I don't mind." Soobin turned back around to ignore the screen yet again as Yeonjun started up his little distraction again.

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#tickletober #kpop tickle #kpop ticklefic #txt tickle #txt ticklefic #tickletober 2023 #LerKnowWriting:✍️

[emmadoodlewrites]

Concept/trope spill? Ooh, I have a few (read: like 8 or 9 lmao)

Dream having a ticklish face bc he wears his mask so much.

The trope that hybrids/other creatures in the SMP blush a diff colour to what we would normally expect from a blush. (e.g Foolish blushing gold)

3. A recent one inspired by this fic (hecking adorable) that hybrids can tickle one another or someone else with their non-human characteristics. (e.g, Puffy hair, Ranboo's tail)

4. Speaking of Ranboo... this new concept I was originally thinking of that he enderwalks while in a lee mood, but he doesn't know its enderwalk. This happens somewhat rarely where he keeps his original mind and memory, but he keeps wanting to touch soft things.

5. George mushroom blush (thank you @covenofwives), the longer he sleep, the deeper his blush.

6. Philza sends his crows (haha I knew chat was going to be in this somehow) on a "raid" if the person has annoyed Philza/chat a bit too much. (almost always Tommy or Wilbur)

7. Bad is nether demon. I like to imagine if he catches someone swearing or just being a bad muffin, he'll sneak around the SMP and set up traps for them to fall into. But these traps will just tickle like all honk, e.g feathers while being stuck in cobwebs, jumped by cats/dogs (tickled by furs) or trapped in a tickle hug by an Enderman.

8. XD's cloak being used by himself to cover his own face (yes, even with mask on lol) when he gets flustered by anyone for any reason.

*breathes out* Okay, I'm done. WAIT NO-

9. Foolish can change his height in canon (i think), so if he's in a lee mood, he'll lay in the path of whichever ler he wants to tickle him, and he'll shrink to their size, arms up and behind his head. How could any ler resist that? (they really do try, but its foolish - ha pun) if he in ler mood, he stays at a decent ish height (about ten foot), grab his (mostly shorter) lee off the ground and tickle them all he wants while cooing at how "small n cute" they are.

Okay, I'm done for realsies now <3

.....holy shit Rosa I don't even have anything to add to this all of this is top tier????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I'm so, you really went all out all of this is so good :(

My favorites are the Ranboo enderwalking thing like he's just kinda wandering and being all cuddly?! 😭 And then also the foolish one cause lee c!foolish is so underrated and I love him so so so much aaaaaaaa

Thank you for this I really needed it :(

#emmadoodle answers

[gothamslostboy]

Heartless Helper

SUMMARY: Zsasz finds an injured bird and tries to help it

!¡!¡NOT SHIPPING LEE&ZSASZ!¡!¡

CHARACTERS:

Victor Zsasz Lee Thompkins

Zsasz isn’t known to be a nurturing person. Infact he’s the exact opposite to every human he’s ever met, besides maybe his girls, but that’s only when they get hurt.

The general rule in Gotham is to avoid Zsasz, especially when injured, because he’d probably make it worse. But animals don’t follow rules set by mankind. Injured animals care about those rules even less.

Victor was on his biweekly dinner run: chicken tenders, fries, and a strawberry milkshake, and decided to take the scenic route back home. He strolled through the forest, taking his time to remise over the deaths of the people he buried in each shallow grave he passed.

He stopped to sit by a particularly fresh one, dug and filled just hours before, when he heard a soft caw. He turned his head and quickly found the source. A dark bird, by the size he guesses a crow, sitting on the forest floor. Though on second glance Zsasz discovered the creature had accidentally wrapped itself up in a piece of string. He was in a great mood today, already having his fill of torture, so he shrugged, why not free the stupid thing?

He moved even closer, freezing for a moment when its head swiftly turned. Instead of trying to escape like he expected, the crow limped toward him until she reached his feet, tilting her head up. A soft caw could be heard once again, eyes gazing up at Victor, and he swore he could almost feel it asking for help.

He picked the crow up gently, carefully inspecting it and trying to determine how bad she trapped herself. The string was tightly secure around the left wing, so much so even Zsasz felt bad for it, and went down to both legs. Now that he had the thing in his hands, it was obvious to see what really happened. The string was tied using knots that wouldn’t appear naturally: someone did this on purpose.

Poor bastard. While he spent his days gleefully torturing and killing humans, Victor Zsasz never once felt the urge to even hurt an animal, much less kill it. In fact, he found even more satisfied killing some one if he knew they preyed on a non human creature, no matter the species. He shook his head and breathed out a small “tsk” sound. The bird flinched away from his finger when it grazed the left leg.

He carried her back to his spot on the floor, careful not to touch the leg again. Okie dokie, how am I gonna free you? He looked the bird in the eyes again, for the first time in a while feeling pity for something. Hmm, ya know what Birdie? I think I might have to take you to someone else. You see, I’m not exactly great at helping injured things, actually I’m normally the one doing it. Chuckling to himself, Zsasz opens his to-go bag from the diner. He takes the last sip from his milkshake and pulls out the chicken and fries.

I don’t know when you last ate, but I’m starving. The bird watched him, comfortably seated in his lap as he tore one of the tenders into smaller pieces, adjusting her position approvingly as he placed it infront of her. The two ate in silence, and Victor figured by how fast she ate that it was the first meal the crow had in a long time. He finished his part, still racking his brain for a person he could get to free his new companion.

Ooh! The sudden exclamation startled her a bit, but a pat on the head calmed her back down. Sorry ‘bout that Birdie, but I just thought of a person. Lee Tompkins, she’s dating this loser Jim, but she’s a doctor too. Also seems like a real “every life has meaning blah blah blah” type, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, so I bet I won’t even have to threaten anyone to make her help.

Victor hopped on his feet, situating the crow, who he has definitively decided the name Birdie does suit, in his right hand while pulling his phone out of his pocket with the left. He still had her address in it, from a time penguin told him to scare Jim, and headed there, each stride with purpose now that he’d “gotten to know” his new buddy.

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Hello Lee, you’re home late. Victor smiled as the woman jumped, yelping in suprise. She put on a front of dismissal, but her shaking hands and voice betrayed her. What are you doing in my house? Did Penguin send you h-here? He stood from the couch, still holding Birdie securely in his arms. Nah, personal visit. You should really lock your windows, what if a murder crawled in? Lee stepped back towards the door, hand reaching out. First, I live on the fourth floor. Second it’s a little late for that isn’t it

If you leave this apartment I’ll have to kill you ya know. Besides I mean no harm, just need you to do your doctor stuff on Birdie. He smiled and lifted the crow up a bit, softly saying sorry when she flapped her free wing and struggled, moving the hand that just hit her leg again. Lee relaxes for a moment, confusion beating out her fear of the hitman in her living room now that she’s noticed the crow.

Birdie? Yes, Lee meet Birdie, Birdie meet Lee. Found her on my way home today. A bastard tied her wing and feet together then left her to die. You’re gonna free her and fix ‘er up. Lee moves away from the door, motioning for Zsasz to follow her to the kitchen area.

And you care about it why? Full offense but you seem more like the tying type then the savior. His face curls into a scowl. Ok wow! Full offense taken, I deal in the torture of people, not animals. Now what do we need to do to help her, and I can see you dialing that phone. Give it here. Victor extends his hand, nodding as Lee reluctantly places it down.

Hmm, she takes a moment to look over Birdie, amazed at how calm the crow was. I think it’ll need to be sedated so I can cut the string. Otherwise it’s gonna end up hurting itself worse. You got stuff here? Lee looked up at Zsasz with an amused grin, it’s not everyday a person gets to see Victor Zsasz care about a living thing, much less actively seek help for it.

Why would I keep sedatives in my apartment? I’ll help her-

Her? How ya know it’s a she? How do you know it’s not? He shrugs. Fair point Tompkins.

I’ll help her, but I need to take her to my office, which I’m not sure how you’d get in.

Not a problem! I break into places all the time! He motions around the room, before picking up Birdie again and strolling towards the door. Oh! By the way Lee, you try anything and I’ll make you watch me kill Jimmy. He smiles as he opens the front door, waiting for her to walk past him.

I’m not going to, the bird needs help, but that’s an odd way to say thank you. Let’s go, I don’t want to be near you longer than I need to.

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[themomsandthecity]

Maren Morris Proudly Describes Introducing Her Son to the "Magic" of Drag Queens

Maren Morris is defending the drag community. The singer recently performed in the Love Rising benefit in Nashville to protest Tennessee Governor Bill Lee's antidrag bill. Hayley Williams, Hozier, Sheryl Crow, and many local drag queens also performed at the March 20 event, which was hosted by "RuPaul's Drag Race" alum Asia O'Hara. During her set, Morris stopped to share a story about introducing her 2-year-old son, Hayes Andrew Hurd, to drag performers backstage. "It's just magic what drag queens do." "I brought my son here earlier today for soundcheck, and he's turning 3 this week, and we got to go in the room where all the queens were getting ready and doing their makeup," Morris said. "He freaked out when he went in there because it's just magic what drag queens do. There's wigs everywhere, and the smell of hairspray and wig glue; there's glitter; everyone's in a good mood. It's just like a room of love. And we went back to my dressing room and my son is like, 'I need the queens!' I'm like, uh, you're looking at her?" Morris then took on a more defiant tone, directly addressing the local government: "Yes, I introduced my son to some drag queens today, so Tennessee, f*cking arrest me." Gov. Lee's bill, which initiated a ban on public drag shows, is part of recent anti-LGBTQ+ legislation that also banned gender-affirming healthcare for minors. But given that the bill outlaws "male or female impersonators," some fear that this is really just an excuse to ostracize Tennessee's trans community. The state is the first to pass a bill of this exact nature, but according to NPR, at least nine more have similar legislation in the works. Celebrities who have already spoken out against the bill include Pedro Pascal, who posted a photo of the trans pride flag in response to the news. Jamie Lee Curtis, whose daughter is trans, labeled the bill "bizarre and abhorrent." Gabrielle Union, whose stepdaughter is trans, called it a "fascist rule." Morris is one of the latest stars to use her platform to stand with the LGBTQ+ community, and hopefully her story helps show that drag is meant to be celebrated, not persecuted. Related: How Martial Arts Helped Me Accept My Nonbinary Body https://www.popsugar.com/family/maren-morris-drag-benefit-tennessee-49123897?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[qyllenhaal]

Good Wives Club [2]

Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 4.2k.

Spin-off to American Pie

Chapter One || Chapter Three

Summary: It's been more than a year since she's escaped the ghost of her past but life is never fair to a girl like her. Lee doesn't care that she has a husband, a nice house, and sugary fake friends, he wants what's rightfully his.

Warnings (series): Cheating, smut, violence, housewife kink, period-typical misogyny, age gap (about a ten year difference), manipulation, dark themes all around.

A/N: If anyone wants to be added to future tag list just let me know!

Y/n woke up at 5am with a dry mouth and her head spinning. Her night has been plagued with restlessness and she couldn't stay still. When she did fall asleep, it was for small periods of time. Each time she woke up she was not aware of where she was for the first five seconds, panic almost setting in before she registered the sound of her husband snoring.

The end of her irregular sleep cycle ended because she saw the hallway light was on. She sighed when realized it must be time for her husband to get ready for work. She virtually got no sleep and she'll probably be tired for the rest of the day.

She gets up from their creaky bed and starts walking down the hallway. It takes a while for her eyes to adjust to the brightness as she slowly plods down the hallway. She follows the light to the bathroom where she can hear her husband getting ready for work. On the days he goes in this early Y/n is relieved that she doesn't have to get up and cook breakfast for him.

The door is cracked but she opens it to find him inside. She situates herself in the doorway, watching him shave his face through the mirror.

"Good morning," he spoke with a scratchy voice. Even though Y/n didn't marry Llewellyn for love, she's still attracted to him and likes his company most of the time. She feels an ache inside of her that wants him to take her, but after running into Lee last night she's afraid she won't be able to get Lee's face out of her mind while beneath her husband.

"Good morning. Going in early?"

"Yep. Dad wants to do inventory today since he put it off last week."

"Oh okay," she accepts quietly, ready to leave her husband alone so he can get ready in peace.

However he asks her a surprising question, "hey, did you enjoy last night?"

"Uh, it was fine I guess. Did you?" Her hope is that he at least enjoyed himself somewhat.

"You know I don't like that super fancy stuff like that, but I have to eat crow; it wasn't all that bad and Bodecker's not as bad as I thought. He's kind of a funny guy. I still think he's not as hard on crime like everyone claims he is, but personally, he's not that bad. Florence was nice too. She invited us to dinner on Wednesday night, apparently that's the only night Lee has off. I told her we'd be able to join them."

The turn of events was shocking. Y/n couldn't believe her ears and she thought maybe she indeed was still asleep. Lou was not fond of many people and his only "friends" were his two brothers so him warming up to Lee and Florence left her speechless. So speechless that she didn't register the fact that he accepted a dinner invite for them.

"What?"

"What do you mean ‘what’? You dragged me to that dinner last night and wanted me to be nice, and now you're confused when I do just that?"

"I-I'm not confused...just shocked," she admits truthfully, "I can't believe you want to go to someone’s house who isn't your mother house for dinner —are you sure you want to go?"

"We're going Y/n."

His tone of voice indicates that the conversation is done and over with and the decision has been made. Y/n didn't even get to contest his decision but Lou can tell when Y/n is in a defiant mood. Her folding her arms and walking away was confirmation for him. She stalks her way back to the bedroom where she takes to hiding under the covers.

Lee and Lou under the same roof — it makes her stomach churn just to think about it. They're wildly different from each other but the thing she hates about them is what they have in common.

All she can hope is that this nightmare ends and she wakes back up to a life without Lee's ghost lingering around.

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She decided to go with a floral dress again. She really wanted to take out the checkerboard dress that made her legs look good and showed off her arms, but Lou would have made her change before she had the chance to step out of the house. The floral print is dizzying, but it's the kind of dress that Lou likes to see her wear.

It's just a small dinner at the Bodecker's house but Y/n opts for kitten heels instead of sensible flats. She feels obligated to look her best despite there being less people to dress for. She's never been alone with Florence save for that day at the grocery store. Florence is always dressed to the 10's and Y/n needs to look just as good, if not better. She claims to hate Lee, but it would be so satisfying if she caught Lee ogling her breasts.

"Are you ready?"

Y/n thought Lou was too dressed up for a home dinner of four. He wore a pinstriped suit and those nice leather shoes he bought himself around the holidays.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she sighs in an attempt to let off some steam.

It was a shorter drive than Y/n expected. Florence hadn't disclosed where she lived before, but Brewer Heights wasn't that for them to live at a distance. The sun was nearly dipped over the horizon and the remaining light that hits their house makes it look like a model home. Everything little aspect and detail Y/n was going to compare herself too. She lives in a nice house, but Florence lives in a nicer house. It tears her up knowing she has the ultimate upper hand over Florence in the form of her own husband and she can't even act upon it. She would royally fuck up her life and their lives too if she decide to let her jealousy get the best of her.

As she walks up their stairs as another man's wife, she accepts that she is jealous. She's always been jealous of Florence even when she didn't know her name. What made her so worthy of all of these things? Lee used to act like he hates the woman so she must be a bitch behind closed doors. It wouldn't be surprising if she is because most people in this town will smile in your face and then gossip about you a minute later.

Lou knocks on the door and only a second later Florence is opening the door with a big smile on her face and Lee right next to her. He wore his police uniform without the jacket while Florence looked like a Lilly Pulitzer catalog girl.

It only took one millisecond of their eyes locking together for Y/n to feel the electricity between her and Lee. She drags her eyes away from his, but she can bet that he has a smirk on her face. He always liked to see her squirm; in a good and bad way.

"Y/n, Llewellyn! I'm so glad you could make it! Why don't you come on in," Florence steps to the side, nudging Lee over with her, to make way for Y/n and her husband.

Her eyes scan over every inch of their house. It's warm, cozy, and oddly comforting. Everything little thing was in its place; perfectly dusted and polished. Y/n is sure that Lee had no hand in decorating this place, it screams Florence through and through.

"Dinner is almost ready. I started the scalloped potatoes a little too late, but it should be done soon! Y/n, do you want to help me set the table?"

Y/n didn't want to leave her husband alone with Lee, but she also didn't want to be in the room with just them. She nods at Florence and follows behind her to their kitchen.

The house smells like Lou's parent's house on holidays. Y/n's stomach rumbles and she doesn't realize how hungry she was. She despises herself for wanting Florence's cooking, but she barely ate today because of how nervous she was.

"I already laid out the place mates, you can place the plates and silverware."

Y/n picks up the expensive dining ware that Florence points towards. She wonders if Florence cooks like this all the time, even when Lee works well into the night.

The walls of their dining room have an awful floral pattern. Y/n is beginning to become sick at the sight of anything that pertains to flowers. The cedar table is perfect for accommodating guests and Y/n wonders how many dinner parties they had in this room. Florence seems to put a lot of stock into being a good hostess. Y/n herself has yet to throw a dinner party at her home, but setting the plates on someone else's dining room table feels like practice. She silently imagines her house filled with Lou's family as she cooks dinner for them.

Florence enters the room and starts placing the dishes in the middle of the table. Her presence takes Y/n out of her fantasy, and when she sees how Florence made a 3-course-meal she feels worse.

"Does the food look good? I tried some new recipes from Julia Child's cookbook to try to impress you and Llewellyn," she admits, "I wasn't sure what you two would like, but Lee loves when I make those recipes from Julia Child and I bet Llewellyn would love it too! I could lend you the book some time!"

"Of course. I love her work!" Y/n lies straight through her teeth. She has no clue who the hell Julia Child is.

Florence grabs one last thing before calling the husbands into the dining room. She places one beer on the coasters designated for Lee and Lou. Lou has never been much of a drinker, but she knows that Lee can knock down a few beers in one sitting. He might be on his best behavior tonight in front of his wife and company.

"Dinner's ready!" Florence called out.

Y/n took her seat on the right side of the table and Florence sat opposite of her. Their husbands come walking in laughing as if they were young boys sneaking back into the house during a family get together. Y/n doesn't like it; she doesn't like it at all. They look too cheery with each other and she knows that Lee is doing it on purpose — she can see it in his eyes when he quickly glances at her. He takes pride in making her uncomfortable. Y/n wishes she had that same affect on him to scare him off a bit, but no matter how chummy she gets with Florence, Lee looks unbothered.

Florence stands up from her seat as if she's presenting the food on the table to an audience. Everything is placed perfectly with the main dish being the middle of the smaller plates.

"This looks great honey, you made a whole feast," Lee walked up to Florence's side and kissed on the cheek. Y/n's eyes are trained on his hand snaking around her waist and giving her a light squeeze before letting go. When she pulls her eyes away from his hands, she sees that Florence almost looks shocked at her husband's affection; Lee is definitely putting on a show for Y/n and it's a damn good one.

Lee sits opposite of Lou and the first thing he does is open his beer. The food isn't even on plates anymore and he's drinking.

"I hope you like Schmidt's, Llewellyn. Lee loves it so it's all we have in the house."

"I'm not one to drink beer often, but I'll try it. And call me Lou, Florence."

Lou was acting out of his normal character. Him only interacting with his family and Y/n left him a bit awkward in the presence of others, but around Florence and Lee he seems to be much...warmer. If Lee was someone else then Y/n would be over the moon, but because it's him she can't even force herself to even look happy about it.

Y/n takes note of how Florence places portions of food on Lee's plate. They were small portions too. She was always strict about what he ate and how much he drank. She's surprised Florence is letting him drink tonight, but she must be trying to look nicer in front of guests.

Y/n was not as controlling as Florence. She always let Lou fix his plate to his liking. She thought it made her a good wife for letting her husband make his own decisions. But Y/n felt a tap on her shoulder after she finished making her own plate. He looked down at his empty plate before looking back at her and nodded towards the food.

"Y/n," he tries to whisper but his tone is rather harsh.

"What?" She whispers back in true confusion.

"My plate."

He looked at her as if she was crazy, as if it was a common occurrence for her to fix his plate. She starts to scramble to save herself from further embarrassment, the sound of silverware against plates so loud. She can feel the stares coming from the other side of the table but she doesn't dare look up.

Her skin began to grow hot. Her husband had embarrassed her in front of Lee and Florence. The worst part was when Florence tried to change the subject to something lighthearted to pull the attention off of Y/n. She felt small and useless. Lou never expected her to fix his plate, but he looked at her as if she was crazy for not doing so. She didn't want to spend dinner almost in tears. This changed behavior in her husband is giving her whiplash and making her dizzy.

"So, Y/n, did you enjoy the other night?"

"It was really nice Florence," she replies sheepishly.

"Susie and I put so much work into planning it. You should join us next time! We're going to start working on the fundraising events for Lee's next campaign-"

"Let's not talk about that tonight Florence," Lee interrupts. It was a moment that would've left Y/n embarrassed if she was in Florence's shoes but Florence was much better at masking her emotions. Only for a split second can Y/n see Florence flinch at his interjection before she just smiles.

"Sorry Lee, you know how excited I get about those things," she masks her apology in a cheery voice.

Dinner basically became a probe of Y/n and Lou's relationship. Florence wanted to know how they met, when they got married, how long they had been together, and what their future plans together were. Y/n let Lou answer the last question by herself because she genuinely didn't know what their future plans were. Lou usually wakes up and decides what major life change they're going to undertake, that's what happened when he decided to move to Brewer Heights.

When the topic of work came up, Y/n thought the coast was clear. Lou talked extensively about the work he does with his father and what his plan is for the next five years regarding the business.

"Once my father retires I'll have to hire someone to do his job. I didn’t go study in school after high school so I can't take over his position, even though it would make things easier."

"I'm sure you can find someone. I know it's rare for someone to leave the city and come to this little town, but Brewer Heights is always a nice incentive!"

"It is nice here," Lou agrees, "and it's quiet. We were in Meade before which is okay-"

"But, it's nothing like Brewer Heights," Florence interjects. "So, Y/n, what did you do before meeting Lou?"

Lee had not looked her way since the plate-fixing incident but his eyes were sure on her now. If his mouth wasn't stuffed with food he'd be grinning from ear to ear waiting for her answer. He knows she's not a good liar, but she's going to have to come up with something.

"I helped my mom with her business. She used to sell fruit preserves out of the house before she passed."

It wasn't a complete lie. She did help her mother label her jars, but that became less frequent when her hours picked up at Tecumseh. Her parents didn't know about her job either; she told them she was a waitress and it was a safe lie seeing as they didn't go out to diners.

"I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sure she was a lovely woman if she raised such a lovely daughter! Have you ever thought of continuing her business?"

"Not really. It was pretty small. I still make the preserves sometimes for Lou and I."

"If you wouldn't mind, would you be interested in making some for us one day? You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's just so hard to find any good fruit preserves around town." Florence's social habits were very transparent once you were around her for long; she tends to make it impossible for people to say no to her by making them feel bad about even possibly saying no.

"I'd love to Florence. I have fresh peaches at home and I can make peach preserves."

"Oh I'd love that so much," she fawns, "a jar for me and a jar for Lee! He loves his sweets."

"I'm not too big on peaches, Flo. You know I like cherries more."

"You always have," she leans into him and pats him on the chest before straightening up again.

The audacity of Lee is astounding, however not only is he a cop, he's the sheriff. It's such a cowardly move to pick at Y/n when she can't react, but what someone would call cowardly, he'd call fun. She looks like she wants to disappear from her spot and it scratches an itch for him. He missed seeing her get flustered and if he'd known that it would be much more enjoyable to taunt her while his wife was around, he would have found a reason a long time ago to bring her around.

And as if the night couldn't be more humiliating for her, Lou finished his plate before anyone else. He devoured the food on his plate, like a starved man. Y/n felt embarrassed when her husband went for seconds. He never eats this much at home, even when she makes his favorite meals. It makes her want to reach across the dinner table and smack Florence in the face. She hates her; she hates that she has to smile in her face and be friends with her. It's her own fault for continuing this "friendship" with Florence, but her rage makes her blind to her own faults.

She could ruin Florence's life with one sentence: "I've been fucking your husband for years." She'd cause a scene but it would be so gratifying.

Instead she just shuts her mouth and lets dinner continue without anymore incidents.

-

Y/n thought it would show she was grateful for dinner if she helped Florence with the dishes. She was glad to accept Y/n's help and the two spent their time in the kitchen while Lee and Lou sat on the back porch. With Lee's influence, Lou took another drink out back with him. Y/n wondered what they had to talk about, but she would truly not like to know.

"Your wife cooks like that every night, sheriff?"

"Enough with the title. And she cooks every night, but she went a little overboard since she was happy with having guests," he tells him. If it was anybody else, Lee would just answer the questions and not have any for himself. However, he really wants to know what Y/n has been up to since she's adopted this new image. "How about Y/n? Does she cook for you like that?"

"Not at all. She tries, but she's not the good of a cook," he brings the alcohol up to his lips before pulling away and sighing, "she tries but it's just not her best."

"Her mother didn't teach her how to cook?"

"I don't know much about her family. Her mother was dead when I met her and her father doesn't seem to be doing so well. They're from the same area as my folks but moved when they had Y/n. Maybe she was just too spoiled considering she's an only child."

Y/n's past was a mystery to Lee too, but he's surprised to learn she hasn't opened up to her husband. All he knows is that whether it was her home life or not, something had messed her up and it was almost made worse by her time at Tecumseh. He isn't sure how she made it out, but so much of her old life still bleeds through.

"You know I thought I was getting a good girl. One that would clean and have dinner ready when I get home," Lou continued.

Lee wanted to laugh in his face. Lou is proof that you can come from a smart family and still be dumb as rocks. How could he not know what type of girl Y/n was when he first laid eyes on her? She'd dress just like his sister Sandy; shorts that suffered from mistreatment over the years and a sleeveless blouse that was always stained. He's sure her hair was mussed up that day too. Many people would mistake her for a whore (which many people did see her as one even though she didn't outright sell her body to anyone).

"It can't be that bad," Lee tried to vouch for his former lover. Even he can name some good qualities about her; they just don't include any wifely qualities.

"It's not, but things could be better. Anytime I tell her to shape-up she gets this timid look on her face and flinches a little bit. I try to be nice and gentle but I'm losing my patience with her. I’m not looking to leave her, but what’s the point of marrying a woman who can’t do anything? She won’t even talk to me about having kids — was Florence ever like this?”

“No. Her family is from here so she’s been primed to be a housewife. But I will say it’s not all that fun havin’ a doting wife…she’s overbearing at times and I can never unwind with her around. She’s always on my ass about somethin’.”

Lee felt the need to vouch for Y/n. Anytime he would go to Tecumseh, she would accompany out back or get into his cruiser whenever he told her to. All the gritty things he dealt with at work, everything he kept inside, he dumped it on her. Florence would never sit there to listen to his grievances. Lee would never admit it, but he was vulnerable around Y/n, he knew that she would always be there to listen and he attached himself to that. In the beginning she wasn’t willingly listening to his problems but by the end she was. She took care of him when he was too drunk to go home, or she would let him take his stress and frustration out on her body. However, it doesn’t seem as if Lou is budging; his mind is made up.

“I work long hours. My father is putting more responsibilities on me. I put Y/n in that nice home, the least she could do is not serve me burnt food. Hangin’ around Florence and that Susie woman should have at least influenced her or something,” he continued to complain.

Florence was the last person that would be able to influence a girl like Y/n. Lee didn't know why his wife was seemingly grooming that girl. If anything it was just another person for her to control since Lee started telling her to knock it off. The only time she can get away with controlling her husband is if they're in the company of others where Lee has to be on his best behavior.

Y/n is not the type to be influenced by another woman. The only woman she held in high regard was her mother. Y/n listens to male authority. She listens to a man that will rough her up a little bit but then be sweet on her afterwards. She’s a little fucked up and jaded from her former “profession.” Lee knows this, but not Lou. He seems to know nothing of her past and Lee isn’t going to snitch on her.

“I can talk to Florence and see if she can do something. I know she likes taking people under her wing and shit. She seems to really like Y/n too.”

“I’d greatly appreciate that Lee. I know I sound like I’m hard on her, but I do love her. It’s hard for me to show when she just doesn’t put any effort in.”

"Don't worry. I'll talk to Florence — I'll make everything right."

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x oc #lee bodecker fic #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x ofc #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker smut #the devil all the time #dark fic #fic #sebastian stan

[bellawritesnonsense]

That wasn’t a No?

 Fred Weasley X Reader. 

Takes place in Goblet of fire era

*Warning*  Swearing

Summary~ Basically Fred gets jealous when George ask’s you to the Yule ball.

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There was no denying your feelings for Fred Weasley. Everyone knew how you felt about him...except Fred of course. So you weren’t surprised when he told you about his plans to ask Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball. Yeah you wanted him to ask you, but you also didn’t want to ruin your friendship. 

You were hurt to say the least. It was hard acting like everything was fine when in reality, your heart was being shattered into a million pieces. 

“I think I’ll ask her sometime today!” Fred beamed. He had been telling you about his plans to ask out the girl since the beginning of lunch. 

“That’s great, Freddie,” you said with a fake smile. You had gotten pretty good at hiding your feelings. After years of watching Fred be with other girls it had become like a sixth sense. 

George gave you a sympathetic smile, knowing how you really felt about Fred asking Angelina out. “Shut up Mate.” George flicked a baby carrot at his brother. “Nobody cares about the bloody ball.” 

“OI! Watch where your flinging those!” Fred shouted,dodging the small vegetable. 

You gave a small chuckle at the boys argument as they played with their food like young children.

The day dragged on as you waited to hear Fred brag about how he had asked Angelina to the ball, but surprisingly it never happened. You were feeling quite hopeful as you walked into the library for study hall with Snape. You sat down next to your friend Alicia.

“Hey.” she whispered, not wanting Snape to hear. 

“Hey.” you said in the same tone, taking out your potion homework.

You worked on your homework silently until you heard two familiar voices.You looked around the table until your eyes landed on three red heads. 

You saw Fred throw a piece of paper at Ron. He gave a confused face and looked back up at his brother. 

“Who're you going with, then?" said Ron.

Fred looked around the table his eyes landed on you, and for a split second you thought he was finally going to ask you...you were mistaken. 

He quickly looked away and crumbled up a piece of parchment, throwing it at an unsuspecting Angelina. 

“What?” she whispered. 

Fred smiled and mouthed “You want to go to the ball, with me?” he made a dancing gesture as he spoke. 

“Sure, alright.” Angelina gave a small smile and turned back to her work. 

Fred gave Ron a wink and turned to George, a huge smirk on his lips. 

You felt your heart shatter as you watched it all unravel. He asked her out right in front of you. You quickly looked down, at your now finished potions essay, tears threatening to fall. You stood up and walked over to Professor Snape, handing him your work, and walking out of the library.

“What’s wrong with,Y/n?” Fred asked, noticing you walking out. 

 George hadn’t realized you were there, his heart hurt for you. He hadn’t wanted you to see the interaction. 

“I’ll go check on her.” he said, standing from his spot next to Fred. 

“I’ll come too.” Fred tried to follow, but George quickly stopped him. 

“No!” George nearly shouted. “I mean, Snape will think were up to something if we all leave at the same time.” 

Fred gave an unsure nod and watched as his brother went after you. 

“Y/N!” George jogged up next to you as you hurriedly walked up the moving stairs. 

“Oh. Hey Georgie.” you smiled, trying not to show how upset you were. 

“You alright?” he uttered. 

“Never better.” you joked. 

“I’m serious Y/n/n,” George pulled you aside. “want to talk about it?” 

“No.” you said bluntly, pulling away from George and walking up to the portrait hole. 

“Come on, your obviously upset.” George stopped you again. 

“Of course I’m upset George!” you cackled. “Fred just asked another girl to the ball. Right in front of me! Plus I don’t have a date to the ball. Lee and Alicia are going together, Katie is going with some 5th year, and now Angelina is going with Fred!” you huffed, letting all your frustration out.  

“Go with me.” he said nonchalantly. 

You were taken aback by his words. “W-what?” you stammered. 

“Go to the ball with me.” he smiled. “We could go as friends. Besides I don’t have a date, and wasn’t really planning on asking anyone.” 

“Really?” you smiled. 

“Of course! Your one of my closest friend, Y/n.” 

A sudden wave of graduated ran through you, you wrapped your arms around the red head. 

“Thank you.” you beamed, your mood lifting greatly. 

“I’ll take that as a yes than.” George laughed, hugging you back. 

“I guess.” you teased. 

“OH! YOUNG LOVE!” The Fat Lady squealed as the two of you pulled apart. “HOW WONDERFUL!” 

The news about George asking you to the ball spread like a wild fire. Alicia and Angelina were gushing over the fact that you all had dates. Fred on the other hand didn’t seem to happy. When he had found out, he marched up to the common room and dragged George into their dorm, without saying a word towards you. 

“What the fuck mate!” Fred roared. “Since when do you like Y/n!?” 

“What?” George said confused. “I don’t like Y/n? What are you on about?” 

“Then why’d you ask her to the ball?!” Fred was getting angry now, crossing his arms like a small child. 

“Because she didn’t have a date, and neither did I.” George answered like it was the most simple thing in the world.

“You could have told me!” said Fred. 

“Why, your going with Angelina?” George raised an eyebrow. 

“Well- I- she’s my friend to. I would’ve liked to have known.” 

George rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, Fred not far behind him. They made their way down to the common room where you sat with Angelina and Alicia. 

“Hey.” you smiled at the twins. 

George smiled and sat next to you while Fred just nodded and sat down on a nearby chair, not saying a word. 

This went on for the next week as the Yule ball approached. Fred was being awfully distance with you and George, which wasn’t like him at all. However, you didn’t let that spoil how exited you were for the upcoming party.

 You were currently sitting in your dorm getting ready with Hermione, Alicia, Angelina, Katie, and Ginny. All six of you listening to music as you did your hair and makeup. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fit you just right, your makeup was done in a natural look that made your eyes shimmer, and your hair was done in a way that suited the whole outfit. 

“Wow!” Alicia exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes. “You look amazing Y/n!” 

“Gorgeous!” squealed Angelina. 

“George is going to lose his shit!” Ginny shrieked  

. “Ginny!” Hermione scolded. “You look lovely Y/n.” she smiled. 

“Thank you, you all look gorgeous as well.” you smiled at all the beautiful girls in front of you. “Shall we head down?” 

“YES!” they all squealed, opening the door and walking down the spiral staircase. 

Once you were in sight of the boys, who were waiting for you in the common room, you started feeling butterfly's as you caught sight of Fred. He was wearing velvet black dress robes with a dark green waist coat over his white button up shirt. He look incredibly, his silky red hair was messy, the way you loved it. 

“Wow!” the boys gasped as all the girls came into their view. You saw George’s ears turn a bit red as he looked at Angelina, you couldn’t help but smirk at the boys obvious feelings for her. 

“Hey.” you smiled. 

“You look great.” he beamed. 

“So do you.” 

George smiled and laced his arm with yours. 

“Shall we?” 

“We shall.” you joked, laughing slightly as you walked out of the common room. 

Fred watched the whole interaction. His mouth was slightly opened as he looked at you. They way your hair was done in a way that showed your smile, the way your dressed hugged you in all the right angles, the way you look absolutely stunning. 

Once everyone had made their way down to the great hall, that had been trans formed into a spectacular ball room, you found a table and sat down. 

“Want to dance?” George offered his hand to you. 

“Please.” you smiled taking it. He lead you onto the dance floor, the two of you jumping around and head banging to the song that was playing. Fred watched as you danced and smiled with his twin, he folded his arms in his seat, glaring at the pair of you. 

“Will you quit it!” Angelina groaned, shoving his arm slightly. 

“What?” Fred snapped out of his trance and faced her. “Quit what?”

“Come off it Fred.” she laughed. “You fancy Y/n.” 

“W-what, no I don’t!” he argued. 

“Really?” she made a face that said ‘do you think i’m dumb’. 

“I- I mean, I- FINE!” he groaned,sliding lower in his chair. “I fancy her.” 

“I knew it!” Angelina squealed. “Wait? Then why would you ask me to the ball if you fancy Y/n?” 

“Well, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Fred confessed. 

“Are you kidding me! She’s been in love with you since third year!” said Angelina. 

“Really!” Fred’s face brightened up at the news. 

“It’s obvious.” Angelina laughed. “I’m surprised you never figured it out. Even George knows.” 

“Wait what!” Fred asked alarmed. “George knows?” 

“Yeah, that’s why he asked Y/n to the ball. He didn’t want her to feel left out.” Angelina gave a fond smile.

“Oh.” Fred looked back down. He felt awful, knowing he caused you to feel bad about yourself. 

“So stop sulking and go get your girl!” Angelina pushed Fred off his seat and watched him stumble towards you. 

“Hey, Y/n?” Fred muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Yeah.” you smiled, turning around and found that his was mere inches from your face.

“Can we talk?” he asked. 

You looked towards George who nodded and went to dance with Alicia and Lee. 

“Sure.” 

The two of you walked away from the crowed and into the deserted hall. 

“Whatcha need Freddie?” you smiled. 

“I- um” Fred fiddled with his hands. “There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to let it out. I love you.” he blurted. 

Your face fell as the words left his mouth. He loved you, you had waited years for those word to leave his mouth. And now that he finally had, you didn’t know what to say. 

“This is when you say something, Love.” he gave a shaky laugh, rubbing his neck once again. 

“I- I,” you were a stammering mess. 

“It’s fine.” Fred looked away. “I get it, you don’t feel the same.” he turned to walk away, but you grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. You lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Fred eagerly wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly lifting you off the ground. You wrapped yours around his neck and kissed him harder, the kiss never breaking as your lips swayed together. Only when you had to pull away for air did you break apart, Fred had a huge smile on his face, as did you. 

“So you love me then?” Fred teased. 

You rolled your eyes and pulled him back in for a quick peck. 

“That wasn’t a No.” Fred smirked, pulling into yet another passionate kiss. 

#fred weasly x reader #harry potter #x reader #fred weasley #george weasley #yule ball #hp and the goblet of fire #fred x reader #george wealsey x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #golden trio era #fred and george weasley

[comfortwriting]

Maniac - G.W

George Weasley x Reader one shot/imagine inspired by the song ‘Maniac’ by Michael Sembello

About: George admires his crush (the reader) flourish as she discovers who she is and what she wants as she recovers from the toxic, abusive relationship she’s broken free from, her life takes a very interesting turn.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, partying.

This time last year you thought you found the love of life, despite all the warnings you collected from other girls in the above years - you ignored them and followed your heart. At first, he was kind, romantic, very chivalrous, especially in front of said friends and family; but behind closed doors he became a monster. 

George Weasley, your close friend fell for you the very moment he laid eyes on you. He too warned you about the guy you were seeing, but you didn’t want to believe it “he isn’t like that” you defended him.

Within months your relationship turned sour, you weren’t the same girl anymore, your lover - this monster - had complete control over you. He picked what you could and couldn’t wear, eat and study, he chose who you could and couldn’t be friends with and if you were to go against him you would turn up to class the next morning covered in bruises. The abuse got so bad you had to wear layers under your robes, you were never around for meal times and for lack of a better word, 

George felt like he was losing you.

He tried confronting your partner but there was little to no proof that he was the one responsible - after all, the monster pulled the wool over your eyes with his lies, he could do the same with everyone else and use magic if he felt at risk of exposure. 

You were failing all of your classes, losing friends, your hair dropping out, your weight plummeting but worst of all, George didn’t look at you the same anymore; his eyes usually flickered on like Christmas lights - but when he looked at you during the worst time of your life, his eyes didn’t light up, they screamed at you, begging to break free.

Exactly one year later you gathered all the courage you had stored inside of you and it burst out like a balloon filled with too much air, you weren’t afraid of him anymore, you weren’t afraid of anyone, you wouldn’t be controlled anymore not by him or anyone, you would be living YOUR life the way YOU want; no matter what other people have to say or think.

Returning to Hogwarts without the presence of the monster, everyone's jaws dropped but not as big as the boy who always longed for you; George.

The lights that went out of those beautiful eyes of his lit up for the first time in so long but now they were as bright as the moon on a dark and cold winters night, illuminating the sky.

Cat-walking through the great hall to join the first great feast everyone turned their heads following you.

Your hair now long, thick and silky reached your lower back swaying with every move. You weren’t withering away anymore, your cheeks now filled with colour and there wasn’t a bruise in sight on your body. You smirked at the lads gaping at your skirt length but you took the compliment - you finally realised your worth and you wanted to flaunt it. You were the dove in a room full of crows.

Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night Lookin' for the fight of her life In the real-time world no one sees her at all They all say she's crazy

“Where's y/n?” George asked a few familiar faces sat at the Gryffindor table.

“Don’t know” his friend Lee Jordan replied, smirking “she went out last night to Hogsmeade all dressed up, she’s probably still partying!”

“She’s mental that one” Ron chipped in, earning a glare from George.

Speaking of the devil you strolled up to the table sitting down next to George, he could smell the booze on your breath but didn’t say anything. 

“What's up guys?” you smiled brightly fighting sleep, drinking Harry’s pumpkin juice.

Fred gave George an amusing look “Where have you been all night?” he asked.

You had got yourself dolled up for a house party in Hogsmeade someone was throwing, you didn’t know who but you wanted to go wild and have fun after being unable to mutter a word to your friends or even step foot in that area for a year, you wanted to take the bull by its horns. 

George watched you, star struck by your presence. Your long hair tied up in a high but messy pony tail, your tight fitting velvet emerald dress (more than enough to impress the most uptight Slytherins) outlining the best your body before it’s length ended at your mid thigh. You put on crimson red lipstick and blushed, spotting George taking you in through his reflection the mirror. 

Arriving to the small house in Hogsmeade you shared drinks with the strangers, dancing and having a laugh playing the most ridiculous drinking games they learnt from Muggles at a pub in London. You crashed out on the sofa and awoke just before breakfast, you took off your high heels and ran as fast as you could to freshen yourself up before class. 

“I went out” you breathed out, wiping the pumpkin juice from your lips with your sleeve “thanks Harry!” you smiled at him, putting the glass down and running off to your first class. 

George sat there speechless, amazed at your transformation and happiness. 

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart Changing movement into light She has danced into the danger zone When the dancer becomes the dance

You took your new found freedom with you everywhere, you felt on top of the world and capable of anything. You were over achieving in all the classes you previously failed, causing Snape for the first time in his teaching career to award Gryffindor House points. 

When you weren’t in class or studying in the library being followed by a swarm of fan boys and girls, you were always in Hogsmeade; attending house parties or going to the pub with a group of eager college boys. 

George felt jealous of the attention you were giving these boys but he didn’t utter a word, no matter who you were with or what you were doing, as long as you were happy and safe that’s all that mattered to him.

You were upbeat and incredibly impulsive, professors often joking that if they poked you hard enough you would burst out into confetti stars. 

Fred and George took advantage of your new found energy when it came to pulling pranks and inventing items for their business, you had managed to upstage them and somehow even outdo them on a handful of pranks, George felt amazed that after all this time someone was so close to stealing his and Fred’s thunder.  

However, with all of this madness and adrenalin chasing you, strapped under your belt you started being followed by consequences. You were spinning out of control but you were happy, you were starting to get incredibly intoxicated on your freedom. 

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

Minding your business on the Quidditch pitch watching George practice, sporting your blackeye from the night before you heard a familiar screech yell out from below. “There's that bitch who snogged your lad last night!”

You went to yet another house party, stupid on your part as it was a Sunday and you were itching towards your exams. You noticed that these so called ‘fan girls’ you gained had turned nasty, since your flourishing they weren’t able to get dates. 

You accidentally had everyone, both men and women wanting a piece of you; but a group of girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw surprisingly fused together, vowing to bring you down.

You drank way too much with a college guy who had ginger hair, you thought it was George and you made a move on him - you believed he was single because that's what he told you; he lied.

His girlfriend, a Ravenclaw paid a girl in Slytherin to follow you, to see how you were able to gain such a following, she became furious when she realised no magic spell or potion had been used - people liked you for you.

Catching you kissing him gave her just what she needed to cause your fall from grace, storming into the pub she pulled you off him and punched you, you were too drunk and embarrassed to stand your ground then but now you were waiting.

“Oh fuck off will you!” You yelled down at them, you stood up from the stands and walked down, pushing past them. 

The group of girls followed you, the Ravenclaw getting closer grabbed you by your hood, smacking you around the head repeatedly. “Don’t you ever go near him again!” 

George could see the commotion and flew beside you and dismounting his broom “what the fuck is going on? Bore off!” he yelled at the girls, pulling you away from them.

“He told me he was single!” you screamed at her “and I thought he was someone else!”

“You dirty liar!” she screamed back, turning to George staring him down “she’s turned into what wrecked her in the first place, stay away from her!” 

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac on the floor And she's dancing like she's never danced before

“I’m telling the truth George, I promise.” You sighed laying back on his bed, waving your wand in the air. 

George stared at you, your face now bruised more than the previous night. “I believe you but...” he sighed trying to find the best way to word what he wanted to say “you need to be careful, I don’t want you to keep getting hurt”

You closed your eyes trying to hide your tear filled eyes, the dorm rooms door swung open and Fred burst in excitedly “Y/N I need your help, wait until you see this!” 

Your mood instantly lifting you bolted up and jumped out of bed, following Fred. George stayed still and rubbed his face with his hands, having no choice but to follow the two of you. 

On the ice-blue line of insanity is a place most never see It's a hard-won place of mystery touch it, but can't hold it You work all your life for that Moment in time, it could come or pass you by It's a push-shove world, but there's always a chance If the hunger stays the night

“What do you mean I’m not right for the job?” you questioned the interviewer, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him “I want to see what that says!” 

The academic part of your life came to a close, finishing with perfect grades you were job hunting - each and every time you were able to make an outstanding first impression and you were even hired on the spot. Within days and weeks before you started your new job you received letters of regret informing you that after second thoughts you weren't suitable for the job. 

“It’s confidential information, I cannot do that.” The man replied firmly.

You shook your head at him “Not if it involves me” quickly snatching the paper from his desk, before he could retrieve it you read the recorded information about you that had been documented, breaking your heart.

You burst through the shop door and stormed upstairs to find your boyfriend George, your face red and hot, tears spilling down your tender cheeks. 

“What's the matter sweetheart?” he asked upon your arrival, his face dropping at the sight of your distress. 

“Those bitches lied!” you cried out “They’ve lied to everyone, they’ve ruined every possible chance I have at succeeding in life!”

George dropped his pen, putting a hold on his tax filing he got up out of his chair and brought you into his arms, he looked confused at your statement. 

“I can’t get hired anywhere because those girls from Slytherin and Ravenclaw lied, they managed to get Rita Skeeter to write about me, contacting everywhere in the area I applied to, telling the owners that it would be irresponsible and a irreversible mistake if they were to hire me!” you were hyperventilating beyond control, choking on your tears “they’ve painted a picture of me that doesn’t exist, George! That I’m a threat, a danger to myself and others, making it out like my past defines me for who I am now!”  

There's a cold kinetic heat, struggling, stretching for the beat Never stopping with her head against the wind

You stared at your paintings hanging on the wall at your local art show, ones of George on his broom, others of all the creatures Hagrid raised. After failing at being hireable, George encouraged you to find something you were passionate about, to run with it and earn money from it. So you took up painting and added a bit of magic to impress the muggles more than those with talent you believed you couldn’t compete against.

George smiled at you through the window and nodded as a rich muggle lady walked past, stopping in her tracks as she eyed up the painting of the Cornish pixies mid air showing off their mischievous grins. 

“How extraordinary” she beamed up at your art, the pixies beady eyes twinkling at her. “How much?” she asked “my son will love this!”

You scratched the back of your head, forgetting that muggles didn’t have the same currency and you weren’t exactly the best with pounds and pennies.

 “Uh-” you stuttered, until the lady cut you off, noticing your other paintings.

The one of George made her laugh and Buckbeak took her breath away, shaking her head in disbelief “I’ve never seen such magnificent works of art in my life... forget how much, I’ll buy them all!” 

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Walking out of the art show you felt your heart skip beats, running towards George you jumped into his arms. “She bought the whole lot!” You squealed.

George spun you around in his arms, cheering for you with all his pride. “You’ve bloody done it, darling!”

The two of you celebrated with the rest of the Weasleys over family dinner at the burrow, Arthur fascinated by the rich muggles and what they spend their money on and Fred begging you to paint him for your next piece. 

After finishing the celebrations George took you out for a night stroll under the stars, the two of you swinging your laced hands with every step. He stopped under the moon, it’s bright light beaming down on the two of you as if you were in the spotlight on a large stage. 

Getting down on one knee George pulled out a small wooden box branded with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes on the front, you chuckled thinking he was going to pull out a magic ring to trap his and your fingers so you couldn’t part.

Upon opening the box George pulled out an incredibly sparkly and flawless amber ring which matched his beautiful hair, you realised that this wasn’t a new wacky invention or a perfectly plotted prank. 

“Y/N, from the moment I first saw you on the Hogwarts Express I fell for you and over the years my love for you has only bloomed all the more... will you marry me?”

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire On a wire between will and what will be

You scowled down at the negative pregnancy test in your hands and threw it into the bin adding to the collection of negative tests you had accumulated over the years since your wedding night. 

You fell to the floor and shook your head feeling frustrated and cheated, your husband George walked into the bathroom and frowned at you with sympathy knowing what the outcome was. 

“I’m so sorry” you cried.

George sat down next to you and held you hand, kissing it softly. “We’re in this together Y/N, okay?” 

You nodded and wiped your tears, letting out a shaky breath “yeah, we are.”

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before

You heard a massive thud above you, followed by a scream next door. Feeling annoyed you snapped your fingers, your paint brush and palette hovering in the air.

“Georgina, get down here right now!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, your husband George laughing behind you “don’t encourage her!” you scolded him. 

Your daughter with curly ginger hair and a cheeky grin just like her fathers thundered down the stairs, pulling out an earphone. 

“What?” she asked sheepishly, sending a look to her father causing him to laugh. 

“All because your brother has moved out it doesn’t mean his room is your magic practice room!” you told her off “this is the third time this week you’ve frightened next door, you’ll get expelled from Hogwarts before you’ve even started!”

Your youngest of four put her hands up in defence “okay, okay, I’m sorry” she smirked, giving her dad a thumbs up before running back upstairs. 

You shook your head but laughed, walking over to your husband who stood against the kitchen worktops with a brew in his hand. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. “I can’t believe this is my life” you muttered, pulling away and going back to painting your brother in law, Fred. 

Maniac, maniac, I sure know And she's dancing like she's never danced before She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know (I sure know) And she's dancing like she's never danced before

#george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #HP #harry potter #hogwarts #Weasley #fred weasley #imagines #one shots #weasley x reader #weasley x you

[oliviaischillin1204]

Do you take requests? If so, would you consider doing an Intruality fic? Both as switches, preferably, but i just think it’s a really underrated and cute ship, and you’d do such a good job at it

the one where Remus bugs Patton

Pairings: Romantic Intruality

Word Count: 2,661 words

Warnings: references to bugs being used to tickle the lee-- no actual bugs are involved, but there’s a lot of talk about them

ok. this has been a WIP since May 30, 2020, so if it feels disjointed... that’s why lmao. ALSO i’m using this as a response for a prompt from September 17, 2020, which was not my plan, but hey, why not! 

also, please don’t comment about how long it’s taking me to write again, even as a joke. thank you!

It’s one of Patton’s favorite games to play with Remus.

Well, it’s not really a game, technically, because they both end up as winners, in Patton’s opinion. Whenever either of them wants some affection, they just have to go up to the other and request whatever kind of kiss they want. Sweet one, gross one, funny one-- part of the fun was coming up with increasingly random kiss requests, and seeing what the other one would respond with.

It was especially fun to play their game in front of other people (whose reactions range from overdramatic catcalling to overdramatic gagging), but then there were moments like this-- late at night, cuddled together in Patton’s bed, perfectly comfy and warm and content-- that it was just another way for the two of them to shower each of in love.

“Quick one?” Patton asked quietly, not wanting to break the calm spell they’d found. Remus immediately responsed, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Patton’s lips. Even that short touch felt electric to Patton, and he squirmed his legs happily at the feeling.

“Slow one,” Remus requested next, wrapping Patton even tighter in his arms. Patton smiled, tilting his head upwards and recapturing his boyfriend’s lips in a deep kiss. He could feel Remus’ smile against him, his hand coming up to brush through Patton’s hair.

The kiss left Patton feeling a little lightheaded, but that certainly didn’t stop him from continuing the game.

“Soft one.”

The two connected again, their lips just barely grazing each other before coming together in a gentle touch. It stayed like that for an indeterminate amount of time, and Patton thought there was no better feeling in the world than Remus’ warmth against him.

They pulled back, and Patton sighed happily, gazing up at Remus with a content gaze.

Remus’ eyes gleamed. “Sexy one!”

Patton blushed. He sighed fondly, but he still craned his head around to better face his boyfriend. The two shared a just-this-side-of-decent kiss before they pulled away, Patton giving Remus’ lower lip a quick nip as they parted.

“You always ask for that one,” he said, hoping his flustered state wasn’t too noticeable.

Judging from the way Remus’ smile turned teasing, he wasn’t so lucky. “Only because you blush so pretty when I do, creampuff!”

Patton giggled, turning away to hide his deepening blush. “Oh, hush, you--”

“What? It’s true, dumpling! It makes you look sweeter than candy! And you taste better, too.”

“Shush!” Patton insisted, bapping Remus’ chest and fighting the urge to hide his face in his hands. Remus merely laughed, shifting a little so he could hold Patton with his back against Remus’ chest.

“You’re blushing ‘cause it’s true,” he crooned in Patton’s ear. The moral side huffed a giggle at his boyfriend’s antics. He turned to give him the stinkeye.

“Meanie.”

Remus shrugged. “You gonna take your turn, or what?”

Patton humphed, but as he watched Remus smile in profile, he got a new idea into his head.

“Butterfly kiss!”

He craned his head to the side, getting as close to Remus’ face as possible, and rapidly fluttered his eyelashes against his cheek.

Immediately Remus squeaked, jerking his head away. He shot Patton a wide-eyed look.

“What the-- what? Butterfly what?”

Patto blinked, surprised by Remus’ confusion. “A butterfly kiss?”

Remus quirked his head at him. “Do... butterflies kiss people?”

A beat, and then an amused laugh escaped Patton’s lips. “Oh my goodness, you’re adorable.” He caught one of Remus’ hands in his own, and slowly lifted it up to his face.

“This is a butterfly kiss.”

Patton quickly fluttered his eyes against the back of Remus’ hand, gently grazing his eyelashes along the skin. Remus’ fingers twitched on reflex, but he seemed to be trying to stay as still as possible.

“Who the hell came up with that?”

Patton shrugged, kissing the back of Remus’ hand before dropping it. “I don’t know, butterfly scientists? I think it’s just because it tickles a little.”

Remus hummed noncommitally, and Patton let the comfortable silence overtake them again. He was only slightly surprised a few minutes later when Remus announced, “My turn!”

Patton smiled, sitting up slightly in Remus’ grasp. “Ready!”

“Bumblebee kiss!”

Patton paused, tilting his head in confusion.

“I haven’t heard of that one,” he admitted, but fell silent as Remus lifted his hand and extended one pointer finger.

Patton stared at the finger. It wiggled in a friendly manner.

“Remus--?”

“Bzzzzzzzzz...”

Patton cut himself off as Remus began making a quiet buzzing noise, changing pitch and volume as his finger began floating closer and closer to Patton’s stomach.

Patton’s eyes widened, and he tried to wiggle out of Remus’ grasp to no avail. “Wait!”

Remus didn’t wait. “Bzzzzzzzzz-- mwah!”

All in one moment, Remus’ buzzing cut off as he poked Patton’s tummy pudge with his buzzing finger, pressing a quick kiss to his neck at the exact same time. Patton gasped, letting a shocked snicker escape his mouth.

“You’re so silly--” he started, but Remus merely lifted the finger yet again.

“Bzzzzzzzzz...”

The finger began to spiral, this time heading towards Patton’s ribcage. His giggles began building up in his chest, but Patton felt frozen in place as he watched the finger drift closer.

“Bzzzzzzzzz-- mwah!” Remus darted into Patton’s ribs, wiggling his finger for a few seconds as he gave Patton another tickly kiss.

“Nahaha!” Patton protested at the extra tickles Remus was giving him, shoving his torso in the other direction to escape his wiggling finger. “No no no, don’t!”

He had very little hopes of his boyfriend listening to his request (not that Patton minded-- he loved how fun Remus’ silly moods were) but his expectations were confirmed as Remus pulled his hand back, only to begin swirling the one pointer finger ominously slowly.

“Bzzzzzzzzz...” he sang directly into Patton’s ear. The teasing inflection of his voice was so much worse now that Patton was already giggling, and he couldn’t stop himself from sucking his stomach in as far as he could.

“Remus!” he squealed, wiggling side to side and knowing it was pointless.

“Bzzzzzzzz-- mwah mwah mwah!” And with that, Remus let his ‘bumblebee’ land right in Patton’s bellybutton, wiggling rapidly and making Patton’s stomach jiggle. At the same time, he dove in to smother the back of Patton’s neck with kisses, letting his mustache just barely graze the sensitive skin.

Patton gasped and squealed at the same time. Dazed and giddy, he arched his back on reflex, only for his peals of laughter to heighten as he pushed Remus’ buzzing finger further into his tickle spot. He squealed even louder as he finally remembered-- oh, yeah, he has arms.

Immediately Patton’s hands shot down to push Remus’ tickling hand away from his stomach. Remus acquiesced easily, pulling his hand gently out of Patton’s tired grip and loosening his hold. He leaned back against the pillows; Patton couldn’t see him, but he knew his boyfriend had a very amused look on his face.

“Was that a good kiss, honeybee?” he asked sweetly. Patton giggled; now that the tickles were over, his face was flushing at how silly his boyfriend was being.

“No,” he said faux-petulantly, flopping back against Remus’ chest and crossing his arms (very casually protecting as much of his ticklish torso as he could). “No bug tickles.”

Behind him, Remus pretended to gasp indignantly. “Excuse me, I did not mean to tickle you! It’s not my fault you got all squirmy from a simple bumblebee kiss.”

Patton giggled again. In his still flustered state, the only retort he could find was, “I’m not that squirmy.”

Again, he could perfectly imagine the look of amused disbelief Remus was giving him now. “Uh, yuh huh you are, puddin’. You were wiggling all over like you had ants in your pants--”

His voice cut off, and although it only took Patton all of three seconds to catch up to his train of thought, it was too late.

Still, he whipped around as best as he could, making his voice as stern as possible as he said, “Remus, don’t you dare--”

“Too late!” Remus crowed gleefully. “Ant kisses for you!”

Right away his mouth was back against Patton’s neck, and Patton made his gasp-squeal noise again. He scrunched his neck to defend himself as much as possible, but it wasn’t until he felt fingers tappin the tops of his thighs that he realized what he should have been trying to defend.

“Oh, look at all the happy little ants here to give you kisses!” Remsu cheered, skittering and scratching all over the tops and sides of Patton’s thighs. “They just love to hear your sweet little giggles! Sweeter than ice cream melting at a picnic!”

His hands began alternating from fluttering against the outsides of Patton’s thighs, to haphazardly yet efficiently squeezing the insides. Patton kicked his legs madly against the tickling sensations, until Remus trapped one of his legs between his own and began running his leg hair across Patton’s calf and shin.

“Ants in your pants! Ants in your pants!” he sang quietly in between kisses. Patton rocked forwards as he weakly tried to pull Remus’ hands off of his thighs, but he was just a bit too distracted at the moment to manage it.

Luckily, he had the best boyfriend in the whole wide world, because Remus soon pulled back once again, letting Patton catch his breath as he rubbed away the phantom tingles from his skin.

“Mean, rude, evil...” he muttered under his breath with a voice full od love. Remus snickered, poking Patton once in the back and making him shoot ramrod straight.

“You liked them,” he teased. “You loved the ant kisses.”

Patton sighed, falling back against Remus’ chest once more.

“Maybe so,” he admitted. “Butterflies and bumblebees and ants-- they’re all very cute, but--”

“But just no spiders, right?” Remus finished immediately, wrapping his arms around Patton’s chest and placing a kiss on the back of his head. “I’ve got you, Pat-Pat.”

He fell back into a comfortable silence, but Patton was lost in thought. It was true-- whenever the two of them had some tickly fun together, the word ‘spider’ very specifically never came up. Patton had never asked, and he hadn’t had to: Remus was just sweet like that. Still...

He turned his head and nuzzled under Remus’ chin.

“Reemie?” he asked softly. When Remus hummed in response, Patton continued carefully.

“How would... how would a spider kiss go, do you think?” he asked, craning his neck up to look for Remus’ reaction.

A beat, and then he got it: Remus’ face shifted from confusion to elation in less than a second.

“Patty-bear!” he crooned, bouncing both of them in excitement. “You do love me!” He rocked Patton side to side, shocking another barrage of giggles out of him.

Then his voice shifted a little lower, leaning a little closer as he cooed, “And I know someone who loves you...”

Already patton could feel his heart seeding up again. He turned away from Remus, only to catch a glimpse of it: Remus’ right hand, in a perfect claw formation,

Patton made a choked noise, flapping his hands in anticipation. “Re-mus!”

“What?” Remus asked casually. “It’s not me! It’s just my friend, Mr. Spider.”

‘Mr. Spider’ waved at Patton, fingers wiggling mischievously in the air. Patton squeaked and covered his face, and immediately Remus tsked.

“No hiding, Mr. Mom...” he chided gently. “Mr. Spider just wants to show you how much he loves you!”

He gently grabbed Patton’s left wrist, and pulled his arm out straight to the side.

“Look at how many kisses he’s giving you!” he cooed, leaning over to smack a quick kiss onto Patton’s wrist. Then another, a little bit further up his arm, until he was pressing a row of tiny kisses all the way up Patton’s forearm. It wasn’t really tickly, but it was silly enough to make Patton laugh anyway.

Until Remus’ other hand, the one known as Mr. Spider, began spidering just above his left hip. Patton squeaked, jerking his arm in on impulse, but it stayed firm in Remus’ grasp, leaving his entire left side exposed for Remus’ spidering fingers.

“Remus-- Remus!”

Remus hummed in response, his mouth now pressed against the crook of Patton’s elbow while his fingers congregated on the dip of his waistline. The scratchy, fluttery feelings sent tingles all the way through Patton’s body, and he curled his toes on instinct as he exploded with giggles and squirmed as much as he could.

“Mr. Spider just loves you so much, Patty-doll...” Remus murmured into his elbow, nibbling just slightly enough to make Patton squeal. “He wants to give you so many little kisses all over!”

Faster than Patton could track, Remus’ hand moved up and down his side, nails tracing and crazing across the skin as delicately as possible. Patton squealed and squirmed and threw his body as farto the other side as possible.

“Nohohoho!” he begged in delight, bouncing his legs desperately. “Not thehehehere!”

He reached around with his other arm to belatedly block Remus’ spidering fingers. Of course, the move ended up being a very bad (or very good) idea: Remus easily grabbed Patton’s other wrist, and in one swift movement flipped them both around until Patton was flat on his back.

“Any lasts requests?” Remus questioned, staring him down from above. Patton blinked, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

“Spider kiss,” he asked breathlessly, smiling up at Remus. “Please?”

Remus’ grin was bright and dangerous. Patton loved it so much.

And then that grin disappeared as Remus yanked up Patton’s shirt and dropped to press kisses against every inch of Patton’s stomach-- every inch where he wasn’t spidering all ten of his fingers across the hyper-sensitive skin, at least.

Patton’s shriek was immediate, back arching and stomach sucking in at the same time. Remus used both hands to spider from the center of Patton’s stomach, out to the sides; from there he let his lips fall to press kiss after tickly kiss against the skin, even blowing a raspberry or two (or three or five or eight) against the skin.

“Rehehehehe-mus!” Patton begged as Remus focused on one specific spot on his sides. “Plehehehe--”

“Please?” Remus asked, blowing another tiny raspberry against the spot. “Please what? Please more? More spider kisses?”

He paired each sentence with another wiggle of his spidering fingers; after each question, there was another tickly kiss against the softest parts of Patton’s tummy. His fingers crawled from his ribs to his sides to his tummy to his hips to the little bit of his back that he could reached.

Patton didn’t even know how long he was screaming in laughter and squirming in delight. All he knew was that Remus was eventually sitting back on his haunches, watching fondly as Patton’s laughter fell back into quiet giggles.

“All good?” he asked softly, patting Patton’s knee comfortingly. Patton coughed, nodded, and sat up until the two were sitting face to face.

“I think we need to call an exterminator,” he said hoarsely. “We’ve got a lot of bugs in here.”

Remus stared at him in silence. Patton stared back.

And then the two fell into laughter, leaning forward until their foreheads knocked, which only sent them further into laughter. Remus reached out and grabbed Patton’s hands, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles.

“True love’s kiss,” he murmured softly, ducking his head as if he could hide the blush that was forming on his cheeks at the request. “Please.”

Patton hummed in consideration. “Well, normally I’d say yes right awya, but you did just get finished tickling the snot out of me--”

“And I’ll do it again,” Remus interjected, looking back up as he wiggled his fingers teasingly. “Unless you give me true love’s kiss right now.”

Patton smiled, leaning forward to give his boyfriend exactly what he asked for.

#Anonymous #my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #the one where remus bugs patton #lee!patton #ler!remus #prompt #requested on september 17 2020 #this is not proofread aside from being half written for 10 months #also i definitely wanna do a reblog dump tomorrow ajsdhhsj i have so much stuff from the past couple weeks lmao

[walkerwords]

“The Savior Sessions” Part 5 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Jackson Lee Davis/AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: With a storm approaching, you offer to house Negan for the duration and maybe in the process deal with all the nagging thoughts that have come up during all the sessions so far.

Word Count: 2232

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Keeping Your Head Up” by Birdy

Note: This one is more like an intro to the next one, but I thought I’d post it cause I’m posting these in between some angsty stories!

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The constant arguing was finally getting on your nerves. 

Sitting in the meeting hall, you listened to the council and other key members of Alexandria argue about the same thing as always: Negan. This week’s issue was that there was a storm coming in that would most likely bring lots of rain, at least that’s what Eugene was thinking. Whether he was right or not, there was still the question of where they were putting their prisoner so he didn’t drown in his cell. 

There were those such as Aaron and Rosita who couldn’t care less about what happened to the man, but then there were people like Gabriel who were still mildly concerned. They had locked him up, kept him fed, and Gabriel didn’t think it was fair to keep him in such a vulnerable position during the potential downpour.

Nobody wanted to leave him alone in an empty house and Aaron had even suggested tying him up in the watch post, but Michonne had shot that down immediately. 

You sat in the back row of the hall, waiting for them to stop hollering at each other. The last conversation you had had with Negan hadn’t ended well. You were tired, he was curious, and you were not in the mood for his...negan-ness at all. The realization that you and the former leader were similar had rocked you a bit. You weren’t sure what to do with the information. 

There was a part of you that wanted to just walk out the front gate and not look back. Running away had once been a pattern for you before the world had ended, but you had fought to break that streak once you joined up with this group of survivors. However, spending a few days in the woods alone seemed not too bad right now. Daryl did seem to have the right idea at times, you thought. 

The hum of arguing continued and you fought against everything you had not to yell at them. If Alexandria didn't have strong walls, you were sure the Dead would have been called from miles away with this volume.

"I'll do it," you said, more to the wall than anyone. The yelling continued so you stood up and projected your voice louder, "I'll do it!"

Everyone in the room turned to look at you, Michonne pausing mid-sentence. "What?" Aaron asked.

"I said, I'll do it. Negan can stay with me at my place for the duration of the storm." Nobody knew what to say as you offered your home to be Negan’s temporary cell.

"(Y/N)," Gabriel began, unsure how to continue.

"I have an extra room," you explained, "my fireplace works, I live alone, and I'm already his therapist, might as well be his warden too."

"It's not your job to...house him," Rosita said.

"No, it's not," you agreed. "It's probably Michonne's considering she's head of security, but she has two little ones. Now, I doubt Judith and RJ would care if Negan stayed in their living room, but this way I keep him from all of you and y'all can stop bickering like a PTA meeting." 

"And if he tries to leave?" Aaron asked, but you rolled your eyes.

"He won't," you assured him, "though, if he managed to sneak past me, all the other houses, and get over the walls in the storm, then hell, he would deserve the escape." 

"Let's try not to let that happen," Michonne said and you nodded. "Are you going to need extra supplies?" She asked simply. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at how easy it was to take on the responsibility. You knew it was just a matter of time before someone spoke up and you also knew that person was going to be you.

"I think we'll be okay. I'll wait until the sun goes down and then drag Alcatraz on over.” 

You didn’t wait for a response before grabbing your jacket and exiting the hall. All around Alexandria, people were prepping for the storm. There wasn’t much they could do considering there was only a few hour warning. These were the days when you missed The Weather Channel the most. Since the world had ended, it was the small things that you missed about the old world rather than the big ones. 

Waving to Gracie who was sitting on the steps of her house, you continued on your way to your small home near the South wall. It wasn’t much and it was smaller than the rest of the homes, but you preferred it. Rick had once called it your “crows nest” which was appropriate considering your time as a sniper. 

Rosita’s house was locked up tight as you passed it and jogged up your front steps. There wasn’t much more to do as you tended to keep your house secure most of the time.

You spent the next couple of hours taping down the windows, grabbing firewood from the communal supply, and taking inventory of your food stock. The whole thing was becoming...odd. It was as if you were a kid again, making sure the house was clean for company so your parents didn’t feel embarrassed.

The thought alone made you chuckle as you finished off your chores by grabbing extra blankets from the hall closet. Glancing outside, the sun began to dip and droplets of rain were already spattering against the windows. With a sigh, you grabbed your coat and began the walk over to the cell. 

There were very few people out on the streets and you had a feeling Gabriel and Michonne had spread the news that public enemy number one would be lead out on his leash tonight. Walking by the Grimes’ house, Judith looked at you through the window. You sent her a wink and she grinned back, giving you a thumbs up. 

You often wondered where her constant optimism came from because it definitely didn’t come from being raised by Rick or by her biological father. Shane was never one to see the glass as half full for as long as you knew him. However, now that you were thinking about it, Lori did have that little spark deep down...very deep down. Perhaps Judith Grimes was one of a kind after all.

Pulling the keys from your belt, you shuffled down the steps and unlocked the large door. Stepping inside the cold room, you were surprised to be met with silence. You stepped closer to the bars and then you understood why. 

Negan was fast asleep. 

You took a moment to watch the sleeping man. There was something so innocent about the way a person slept. It was like a reset button for a night and right now he didn’t look like the monster Alexandria and others feared, he was just a man trying to get some rest in a screwed-up world. Rest that you felt bad about interrupting. 

Pulling the right key, you inserted it into the cell door and pushed it open. Negan remained asleep as you crept forward. Leaning down, you gently shook his shoulder, trying to wake him. Negan’s eyes flew open and his hand tightly gripped the arm that was resting on him. “Ow,” you grunted at the pressure, trying to pull your hand back. 

“What’s going on?” He muttered, blinking in the darkness. 

“I’ll tell you if you let me go,” you hissed. Negan finally focused on you, his brows furrowed. 

“(Y/N)?” he asked.

“Negan, hand,” you reminded him.

“Oh, right,” he said, releasing you from his grip. You stepped back, rubbing at the skin that was sure to be bruised later. He slowly sat up and glanced at the open cell door before looking back at you. “What? Has the Queen of Alexandria finally agreed to a public execution?” he asked bitterly.

With a roll of your eyes, you reached over and grabbed the thick jacket Gabriel had gotten for him a few weeks ago. You threw it at him. 

“There’s a massive storm rolling through and Eugene thinks it’ll flood some areas. You’re staying with me until it passes. No more than two days,” you explained, crossing your arms. Negan was silent as his fingers played with the thick material of his jacket. 

“Why?” he asked. 

“Why what?” you asked, exasperated.

“Why would anyone care if I succumbed to the elements?” he asked with narrowed eyes. 

“You don’t want to come? That’s fine. I don’t mind being alone,” you said with a challenge in your eyes. Negan quickly stood, shaking his head. 

“No, no, a warm house sounds very nice,” he quickly said. “I’m a great house guest.”

“Right,” you said, still feeling the awkwardness that remained between the two of you from your last conversation. Negan shrugged on the jacket and then you walked to him, producing a pair of cuffs. 

“Seriously?” he asked, staring at the chains with disdain.

“Either this or learn to swim,” you said, dangling the cuffs. Negan huffed but offered you his wrists anyway. You quickly fastened them and then took hold of his arm. “Come on, it’s already started to rain.

Negan followed you out of the cell, hesitating on the threshold for a moment. You squeezed his arm briefly and he kept walking. The two of you pushed out into the damp air and you let go of him for a second to close up the room tightly, trying to reduce the amount of water damage that was sure to come.

Turning back to Negan, his attention wasn’t on you, but on the overcast sky. His head was tilted back as he breathed in the night air. A look of content was on his face and you almost thought he was smiling slightly. It was then that you realized this was the first time he had been outside in...you didn’t know how long.

Taking his arm again, you pulled him away from his thoughts and tugged him after you. Negan kept pace with you as you began the walk home. The streets were completely empty now, but it didn’t stop Negan from looking around with those curious eyes of his. 

You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you easily slowed your pace, letting the walk take twice as long as usual. Looking up at Negan who was completely focused on Alexandria, you let yourself feel a bit sorry for the man. Obviously, Michonne had her reasons for keeping him locked up. You knew them and so did Negan, but you thought that perhaps he should be let out a bit more often. 

Michonne had asked you to start visiting him because she thought all the isolation was bad for him, but she also didn’t realize that it wasn’t just being alone that wasn’t good for him. He needed to be out and even if it was starting to pour, you were going to let him have this moment. 

Sliding your arm off of his, you let him wander ahead of you a bit, keeping him close, but not so much him being a dog being lead on a leash. He took the paths with grass on them and ran his hands down light posts and across fences. It was like watching someone rediscover the world and it made you oddly happy. 

“This way, genius,” you called when he began walking down another street. He quickly walked to your side with a grin on his face. “What?”

“I just never imagined you’d be taking me home so soon,” he joked and you rolled your eyes. 

“Well, I didn’t think you would enjoy spending the night in the stables,” you explained, kicking at a loose stone on the road. 

“And Michonne and Gabe probably told you that I needed a babysitter.”

“That too,” you agreed. You finished the walk in silence. There were moments when you had to steer Negan in the right direction, but overall, you let him walk on his own without a guard. Arriving at your house, you pulled him up the steps, ignoring Rosita who was glaring at him through her window. Negan didn’t seem to notice or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

“Home sweet home, huh?” Negan said as he stepped into your house. The fire was already burning as your pulled of your jacket and lay it across a chair near the flames. Negan was looking around at the warm room when you walked to him and grabbed his wrists, the key to the cuffs in your hand. “Really?” he asked, surprised. 

“Did you expect me to keep them on?” you asked, removing the cuffs.

“Kind of, yeah,” he admitted. 

“Well, this is not the cell, it’s my house. My house, my rules, and I say that nobody needs to wear handcuffs. So, here you go. Two days of whatever you want. The kitchen is stocked, there’s decently hot water, and the spare bedroom is the final door on the left. However, you touch my weapons and I will put the cuffs back on, deal?” Negan stared at you for a second before nodding. 

“Yeah, no problem,” he said and you gave him an awkward thumbs up before leaving him be in your living room. Walking into your kitchen, you wished for whiskey, another small thing you missed from the old world.

“This is going to be a long two days.” 

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[cantsaythetword]

Sometimes my lee mood gets so bad I'm 🤏 this🤏 close to messaging my friend and being like HEY I NEED YOU TO POKE ME MULTIPLE TIMES IN QUICK SUCCESSION FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME

I'll never do it, but fuck I'm tempted sometimes

#he speaks #crow's in a lee mood what's new #i really want twords from him #i love him so much and i just want to muck around like we used to when our work schedules matched up #i barely see him #and when i do he's working #difficult times 😞

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The Crow (1994)

Alright Cult of Cult. Do I really need to introduce this one? Let's get all 90s and gothy and maybe brace ourselves for a bit of cringe, but like in a fun way. It's the Holy Grail of Hot Topic, 1994's the Crow Starring Brandon Lee.

Sermon

Apparently before the auto industry totally crashed Detroit was already a total fucked to death pile of burning shit, or at least that's what the crow would have you believe. Sorry Bruce Campbell, and other people from Detroit, but mostly Bruce Campbell. According to the Crow the city of Detroit is the kind of place where gangs of warlock anarchist arsonists will bomb buildings, and murder and rape whoever they feel like and then walk around bragging about it the next day with absolutely zero consequences. Funny then that if Detroit was so bad they had to go to film this movie in Wilmington North Carolina which is definitely a fucked to death pile of burning shit. I can say that, I'm from there and I got the fuck out. My brother is going to kill me if he ever reads this. (It's okay, these are all jokes people). Did you know they also filmed the Super Mario Bros movie there ... also cuz they needed a really shitty looking distopia. Moving on ...

The ludicrous criminality of the Crow's Detroit is particularly on display on Halloween. In Detroit (apparently) Halloween is known as Devils Night and it's legitimately just a night of pure lawlessness and chaos and kids aren't even safe to get candy, except later when we do see trick or treaters. Eric Draven, hunky goth rocker who sort of looks like he could be Bruce Lee's Kid and his fiance are murdered by a gang of vicious criminals. One year hence, Eric is resurrected by a mystical crow (that is actually a Raven), to exact his revenge on the gang that murdered him.

He paints his face like sad Alice Cooper and refuses to listen to Joy Division, just covers. He murders Tin Tin (a knife guy) just for his long gothy duster, he murders Fun Boy and forcibly ejects heroine from her arms and tells her "Go be a good mom now" which actually works. (have I told you about our Lord and Savior Sting? He gave me the strength to get off drugs), he blows T Bird up dick first, and then comes for Skab? Scraap? Scooby? in a meeting of all of Detroits villains and just about kills them all.

He is supported by the most 90s little girl to have ever graced the screen, and I am here for it, and Officer Albrecht, who's played by Ernie Hudson but I like to call him Zeddemore: The Most Underrated Ghostbuster. The leader of the bad guys, who I cannot beleive wasn't played by Brad Dourif or Tom Waits, is pretty interested in the occult. He keeps his witchy girlfriend around and she makes him fun dishes like smoked eyeballs, and her main use is that she knows that the Crow is the Crows weakness. They set Tony Fucking Todd on the bird, and I guess you just have to hurt the bird and not kill it, and Eric loses his healing factor and other macabre undead powers.

The Crow, Jimmy the Raven, pecks out Dr. Girlfriends eyeballs, I honestly forget how Tony Todd gets offed, and Top Dollar gets Gargoyled (that is impaled on a gargoyle). Funnily enough that is more Gargoyle related impaling on screen then in the actual movie Gargoyle: Wings of Darkness where a Gargoyle is supposed to have impaled a guy.

The Benediction

Best Feature: Injustice League

In the Crow we have not only a set of super memorable villains but they are played by the bad guy all stars. John Polito as the most lowly of the bad guys as a kind of sleazy pawn shop owner who buys ill gotten gains. Tony Todd, who's size is really on display here, the freaking Candy Man is in this movie. T Bird is the head of Top Dollars goons and is played by David Patrick Kelly, you might know as the "Warriors Come Out and Play!!" bottle guy from the Warriors, or as Jimmy Horne from Twin Peaks, and of course Top Dollar himself is played by Michael Wincott. Wincott is not a particularly celebrated actor but has played villains effectively in Robin Hood, the Three Musketeers, and Dead Man.

Best Set Piece: Detroit Style Hot Dogs

The Set design of the Crow is perhaps one of it's most fantastic features. It's very moody and ethereal. It's just real enough to not take you out of the film, but fantastic enough to set mood and theme above realism. From Eric Draven's apartment, to the church where the final battle occurs they are all fantastic. I think that's why I really wanted to shine the spot light on a very minor set piece that would get nary a mention but just as effectively represents the qualities I was just talking about and that is the Maxi Doggs Hot Dog Stand, where a lot of the films exposition for audience surrogates takes place.

Worst Effect: Freeze Frame

At a few points in the movie the film makers made a strange decision to do these freeze frame transitions. I only noticed it twice in the movie where it was particularly stupid. I'm sure the film makers at the time thought it was a moody and atmospheric choice that highlighted the suffering that Eric Draven was going through, but it didn't age well. If you don't have the sensibilities of a goth girl from 1994 then it's very very hard not to laugh at just how self involved the movie is about it's super sadness.

Worst Feature: Tragic Accident

Solely based on the film itself, it is that very gothic and dated sensibility that hurts the Crow. The little sarcastic dance he does when he flees the police, quoting Edgar Allen Poe, and bowing to Albrecht. These affected behaviors that I'm sure seemed snarky and right on to the target audience only serve to make Eric Draven seem like an unbearable neck beard edgelord and not the troubled dark soul he's supposed to be. I'm sure at the time it seemed unique and gothy but that shit went out of style for good reason, people could see through it. It's a shame that the Crow himself was some of the cringiest parts of this movie now that I'm seeing it as an adult and not a 13 year old middle class boy with no real problems.

This however is not the low point of the movie. It's not news now and if you're reading some dudes review of The Crow on Tumblr then you probably already know the story. The worst thing about The Crow is that Brandon Lee was horrifically killed on set while filming this movie due to some negligible prop malfunctions. A series of unfortunate events that lead to the actor spending 6 hours in surgery fighting for his life before eventually passing. It was not a quick or painless death and it's really impossible to watch the movie without an appreciation for the fact that this kind of fun dark adventure was going to be a vehicle for Brandon Lee's career wound up taking his life. He was 28. I really wish I could have just bitched about the goofy goth stuff and moved on, but that's not the world we live in.

Best Effect: The Gargoyling

Maybe I should have called this best kill. But I'm not sure which it is. The slaying of Top Dollar at the Climax of the film was just super effective. The pointed wings impaling his chest and that horn coming out of his mouth, it was morbid and excellent and just fit the tone of the movie perfectly. I mean how many other movies can you say Cause of Death: Impaled on a Gargoyle.

Best Bird: The Raven

I tried very hard to look up the name of the bird that primarily performed in this movie and could not find anything. There was a Raven once upon a time called Jimmy the Raven, but that was in the 50s and I don't think birds live that long. There was a team of Ravens performing as the crow, they were chosen over crows for their larger size, and more imposing silhouettes. I just think it's so wonderful to see these often maligned birds get a chance to show off their talents. Corvids of all kinds are incredibly intelligent creatures. Im a sucker for animals, if you haven't already figured that out. I really liked seeing the ravens hit their marks, particularly the one whos job it was to drop the wedding ring into Sarah's hand at the end of the film. You can see that greedy little bastard do his trick and then look of camera at his trainer like "treat please!". It's very cute.

Best Actor: Top Dollar Performance

I'd love to take this opportunity to just put praise upon Brandon Lee, he truly gave everything for this role, but unfortunately with what was put to film we actually have very few character moments with Eric Draven. Stuff happens to him, and he does killings and fights. There's definitely some personality, but I felt like I walked away knowing almost nothing about who Eric Draven was. He was clearly a good dude but that and a few hobbies and a relationship and you don't really have a character yet. He's unfortunately not given a lot of acting to do, instead just relegated to stunts and action sequences. That were notably cool.

The bad guys in the Crow have a lot more character and among this who's who of character actors, Michael Wincott takes the cake. Hell he was standing next to Candyman himself, Tony Todd and still stealing the scenes.

Best Character: A Few Good Apples

Is the best character in The Crow really going to be the cop? The commissioner Gordon stand in? yeah, it is. Not to be political, but I don't like cops, but I guess in a world with magical birds and eyeball smoking I can suspend my disbelief and let Ernie Hudson be #1 cop dad. His character is really the heart of the film, since all Eric can do is brood and fight, we have to care about someone in this movie.

Best Sequence: Halloween Party

The best sequence of the movie is of course the scene where Eric Draven busts in on the Devil's Night party planning commission. I think Top Dollar brought Scrappy Doo there just so he could lure out the crow, knowing the baddest assholes in all of Detroit would be gathered it was likely that somebody was going to kill the beast, or if they couldn't at least Top Dollar could get a feel for his enemy. It's a bullet flying action sequence with a ton of weight. I can't put my finger on this all to common weightless third act problem that big budget super hero and action flicks have nowadays, but whatever that issue is, the Crow does not have that issue. From this point on the Climax feels earned and I am invested. For that reason, The Crow is honestly better in spite of its awkwardness, than many of the super hero movies out today.

Worst Sequence: My Guitar Gently Weeps

Speaking of brooding or fighting. The best sequence was fighting, the worst is brooding. I get that Eric was in a band or something, but didn't he have shit to do. It seemed like it was a cool idea for a shot, but for like a whole seen, watching somebody play an 80s guitar solo, that stood out so brazenly from the choices of music in the rest of the movie was extra corny. It felt like someone's( dad trying to relate to their kid. Oh you like Music. The Dresden Dolls eh? Oh man, then you're going to love Slash's Snake Pit!

Summary

The Crow is dated. It is iconic but I wonder how many of the people that hang that poster on the wall have watched that movie since they were kids. It's interesting how what i've liked and disliked about this film have changed so much sense I was a kid. It's a cheeseball fiesta. If you have matured at all beyond thinking that being sad is the same as being deep then you're going to like it a little less than you did when you were younger, but it is still solid. There's not much to hate on. I'd watch it over and over again. I was really afraid it would not hold up at all, but returning to The Crow was a completely positive experience.

Overall Grade: B

#The Crow #1994 #90s #94 #B #Grade B #Superhero #action #goth #hero #adventure #crime #undead #eric draven #draven #raven #bird #90s superhero #emo #brandon lee #lee #hudson #ernie hudson #todd #tony todd #(b)

[august-anon]

Tickletober Day 6 - Kiss [LATE]

Fandom: Witcher

Ship(s): Geraskier

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Geralt/Ler!Jaskier

Word Count: 1863 words

Summary: Geralt's a bit weird about having his neck touched. Turns out, it wasn't for the reasons Jaskier thought.

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If they’d never gotten their heads out of their asses and started courting, Jaskier never would have realized it. It wasn’t as if his hands lingered around Geralt’s neck, normally. Sure, he slung an arm around his shoulders now and then, and it didn’t go unnoticed how Geralt would shiver and hunch up when Jaskier was helping him bathe and washing his hair, but it wasn’t something he actively thought about.

Geralt was… weird about having his neck touched.

He never outright told Jaskier to stop, if he went to stroke a finger across the skin or tried to place a little peck there to help Geralt relax, but he wasn’t exactly welcoming of the touch, either. He would jerk away, or scrunch up, or make a little disgruntled sound, like an put-upon cat (which was adorable, but Jaskier would never say so, seeing as Geralt could and would fight him on that, and the Wolf would likely take offense to being compared to a cat).

So Jaskier decided that the safest thing would be to back off. Geralt wasn’t great with communication (though they were working on that), and he often got twitchy when problems were brought up out of the blue, so Jaskier figured it would save them both some stress. Geralt was nonverbally trying to set a boundary, and Jaskier was listening and respecting that.

But then, one night while they were leaned up against a log, campfire warming the air around them, Jaskier leaned up to kiss Geralt’s cheek. At the same time, Geralt seemed to hear something off in the woods and craned his head to try and see. Jaskier’s lips unfortunately wound up on Geralt’s neck, instead.

Jaskier let out a breath and hummed in surprise, too startled by the change in position to realize what had happened and pull back immediately. Geralt make that little noise in the back of his throat again and jerked away, scrunching up and rubbing at the spot where Jaskier’s face had been. Jaskier’s growing guilt was halted by the strained, yet slightly-goofy, smile on Geralt’s face.

Jaskier was rather confident that he knew that look. It was a look that he had caused many times, but mostly recognizable thanks to the fact that he himself had made that face time and time again. Mostly when his lovers before Geralt had been to gentle with their trailing fingers or lips, leaving Jaskier to bite back his giggles to try and avoid ruining the mood.

“Geralt, my love?”

Geralt hummed, looking over while still rubbing at his neck.

“I have a couple questions, if you don’t mind.”

Geralt quirked a brow. “Depends on the questions.”

Jaskier grinned and crawled closer to settle himself in Geralt’s lap, so they were facing each other. It was both insurance, so that Geralt couldn’t try and escape the conversation without communicating that he wanted it to stop, and so that if Jaskier got permission, he could get his lips all over that ticklish neck.

“Well, our relationship has taken a very new turn recently, and I figured there were probably still some things we needed to talk out. We’re very different people, after all, we need to have healthy communication and set boundaries to help make this work.”

Geralt said nothing when Jaskier paused to let him speak, so he continued.

“Let’s start easy. I know I, for one, am a very physically affectionate man. Would you say you’re physically affectionate Geralt? Do you enjoy an influx of cuddles and kisses, holding hands as we eat our meals, tangling into a knot as we fall asleep.”

“I’m letting you sit in my lap, aren’t I?”

Jaskier smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Geralt’s ear.

“You need to answer the question with your words, dear heart.”

Geralt’s mouth twisted in that way it always did when he had to make an effort to communicate. Feelings really weren’t a witcher’s forte, especially when it came to Geralt, but Jaskier would be patient while he tried to find a way to express them.

“I’m not-- good at it,” Geralt forced out eventually. 

“That’s okay,” Jaskier said, keeping his voice soft and understanding. “But do you like it?”

“Yes.”

Jaskier beamed and ran his hand through Geralt’s hair. “Wonderful! Next question, do you prefer softer or firmer touches? I know that I enjoy both, but the former can get a little, ah, ticklish,” Jaskier accentuated the word with a little wiggle of his fingers in the air. “Not that I mind that, it can be quite fun, but sometimes it’s oh-so-hard to not give into the urge to laugh and squirm.”

Geralt cleared his throat and glanced away. Jaskier could tell that the jerk of his head was intentional, trying to bring down some of his hair to help shield his face. Unfortunately for him, he’d let Jaskier do his hair earlier, and his half-up, half-down style was much cleaner than usual, preventing himself from shielding his face.

“Darling?” Jaskier prompted after the silence stretched even longer than it usually did, when Geralt was trying to find words.

“Both are fine.”

Jaskier nodded. “Good, good! Ah, now this next question is a little more specific. I noticed that you tend to shy away when I touch your neck. Is that a no-touch-zone? Or is it just that little issue with soft touches that I mentioned? It’s totally fine if it’s a no-touch-zone, by the way!”

Geralt’s hands came up to rest on his waist, and he stared at Jaskier like he was trying to see through to his very soul. After a few moments he hummed and briefly massaged his thumbs into Jaskier’s bottom ribs. Jaskier jerked with a startled squeal and doubled over a little, giggling and pressing his head into Geralt’s chest.

“Was this whole conversation an elaborate plan to ask if I was ticklish?”

Jaskier sat up again, giggling. “Only partly.”

Geralt sighed, but sent a fond smile his way nonetheless. “My neck is not a no-touch-zone.”

That was all Jaskier needed to hear.

He dove in, starting to pepper kisses around Geralt’s jawline before slowly moving down his neck. Geralt tensed and jerked and made those angry-cat sounds, but he never deliberately moved out of the way. He also didn’t tell Jaskier to stop, which meant that Geralt was most certainly having fun here, too, even if he was holding in his laughter.

But that just wouldn’t do. Jaskier pulled back, an obviously fake pout on his lips, and gave Geralt his biggest puppy-dog eyes. Geralt’s stern (if slightly constipated, holding in laughter tends to not make the most attractive of expressions) facade wavered.

“What?”

“You should laugh,” Jaskier said, blinking his eyes rapidly to add to the pleading look. “You’ll have fun, I promise.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, his expression finally starting to fade back into something more natural. “Maybe you should do something actually worthy of laughing at.”

Jaskier gasped. “You dare accuse me of being unable to make you laugh?”

Geralt shrugged, giving him a smug grin.

“Oh, absolutely not.”

Jaskier dove back in, warming Geralt up with a few ticklish pecks to his neck, before blowing the biggest raspberry he could against the skin. A startled yelp and strangled chuckle escape from Geralt’s lips and Jaskier couldn’t help but crow victoriously. Jaskier blew three more raspberries against Geralt’s neck, just to make absolutely sure he’d broken the dam, and relished in the deep, rough laughter that followed.

But, as fun as the raspberries were, Jaskier had planned for this night to be a bit softer. He could wreck Geralt whenever now, and he certainly would be making a regular routine out of it from here on, but right now he wanted giggles. He wanted the sounds that would make Geralt blush, if witchers had still been capable of such things. He wanted something light and bouncy that would end in them both falling asleep with smiles too wide to even hope to smother them.

So Jaskier switched back to ticklish little kisses against Geralt’s skin, making sure to utilize his breath where he could. Geralt squirmed under him and squeezed his waist as his laughter got sweeter and more high-pitched and Jaskier couldn’t help letting out an involuntary giggle of his own.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) that seemed to just create a feedback loop of tickles and giggles. Jaskier giggling sent his breath fanning out over Geralt’s sensitive neck, which in turn made Geralt shiver and giggle himself. In his shivers, however, Geralt kept twitching and squeezing Jaskier’s waist (though Jaskier couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not), which sent Jaskier giggling again and started the cycle all over.

It took a few rounds of this for Jaskier to be able to get a hold of himself well enough to start mouthing at Geralt’s neck again. He trailed breathy, giggly kisses from Geralt’s collarbone all the way up to his ear. When Jaskier started to focus his kisses around and behind Geralt’s ear, Geralt let out a startled noise that Jaskier was even tempted to call a squeal. His giggles switched from being bouncy to bordering on hysterical. And now, he was squeezing Jaskier’s hips instead, which only made Jaskier laugh harder into his ear.

Geralt’s feet were scrabbling at the ground, digging trenches into the dirt, but Jaskier could feel the tension in his upper body. It was like he was having to hold himself back from tossing Jaskier off as a reflex. Despite that, Geralt’s head had slowly tilted further and further back, giving Jaskier more access to the sensitive skin, and he hadn’t even noticed until now.

Slowly Jaskier pulled back, both of them caught in panting giggles even though the tickling had stopped. Geralt reached a hand up to rest against Jaskier’s neck and jaw, gently pulling him in until their foreheads were pressed together and they were sharing air. Jaskier’s heart pounded at the intimacy, but he didn’t dare pull back, not when he finally got Geralt’s walls low enough for him to initiate the affection.

“One day,” Jaskier said, whispering in fear of a louder voice breaking the moment, “I am going to rip your shirt off you and do that all over your body. Just to hear that beautiful laugh again.”

Geralt huffed out a small chuckle against his cheek, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on his lips. “I wouldn’t be entirely opposed. However, there is one condition.”

Jaskier’s eyes fluttered open, though he wasn’t entirely sure when he’d closed them. “Oh? And what would that be, my darling witcher?”

“I get to return the favor.

Before Jaskier could get a word in edgewise, he felt Geralt’s arms bar across his lower back and pull him in even closer, until they were flush, chest-to-chest. Jaskier didn’t even hesitate before tipping his head back to give Geralt access, giggling before his lips even touched down. His giggling only got higher when Geralt’s lips (and scruff, sweet Melitele did his scruff tickle something fierce) touched down. 

One thing was for certain after that night. This was absolutely becoming Jaskier’s new favorite passtime.

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[moonandstars]

beautiful : yuta

Plot : yuta is a underground boxer and somehow you work there too.

details : underground boxer! yuta

words : 4.9k

a/n : fucked around and made a mood board wbu

You start to dress up fast looking at the time. It was 8:30 PM. You had to be there at nine. You texted Johnny that you will be on your way soon. You pulled your black jeans and some t shirt and pulled over hoody. It was best to dress as simple as possible for the place you were about to go. You called your mother and told her you'd be going to sleep early today as you had an early shift tomorrow. The lies tasted so bitter on your tongue.

"Ah yes, sleep early and don't take too much stress. Also don't miss your meals. Otherwise I will come down there."

"Don't worry mum, I am perfectly fine." You said trying to sound as cheerful as you could. There was a little pause.

"You can tell me everything honey okay? I love you so much. You're my everything."

"I love you too mum, good night." You took a deep breath and went out of the apartment.

It was a little cold today , so you called a cab. You dropped off a block away from your destination. You walked there, it was shabby place. Not too crowded specially during the night. You walked to the gate and knocked.

"Who's it?"

"It's me,___" You said lowly. The gate opened and you walked in.

"Hey, you're on time. People have started coming in and they're gonna place bets now." Johnny said walking towards you.

You worked in a underground boxing matches, allowing people to place bets on the players. Not a dream job, not even an acceptable job for a girl like you, but it paid and that's what you needed. You only took bets on Taeyong, your friend and classmate. He was the one who introduced you to this place.

"Listen, I will never encourage you to take this spot. I did not even wanted to bring it up to you, but you told me you needed to make money but honestly I know you, and that place, that job is not for someone like you." He had told you. Looking guilty and anxious.

"It's okay. It's only for a short time and I'll find another one soon. Besides you will be there."

"Yes, yes of course."

Your whole day was spent in the uni and then your job at the cafe. You worked there till evening and then went home to rest a little and then you were here. You were thankful that matches only happened once or twice a week, during the weekend, so you could be here as less as possible. The only reason you could even make it here was because of Johnny and Taeyong. And they both always made sure you were safe and as comfortable as you could be in a  place like this.

You stood near Taeyong's spot near the ring and everyone started handing you money for the bets. He never lost, but still it was hard to see your friend end up bruised up at these nights. He was a monster in the ring. At first you were surprised at the sudden change because he was a whole different personality during the day, a shy friendly person, and here in this ring, he is ruthless.

"I am betting on Lee Taeyong." A man said and handed you the money. You tried to take it but he took your hand and grabbed you. You already knew what kind of man he was, you had enough of them here.

"And how much for you for the night?" He said with a smirk eyeing you. You jerked your hand and pushed him against the wall.

"Listen here you bitch, place your bet and get your fucking ass away from me." You spat in his face. A few months ago, you would not even imagine about being this brave but this place has sure taught you to be rough.

"Or what huh?" He started coming to you again. He was a stubborn one. As he tried to speak again, he was pushed back against the wall harshly by someone.

"Or I will make sure that even the street dogs won't  be able to find your fucking ass. Now move." You could only see the back of the person who tried to save you but his voice sure sounded compelling. The man backed away and walked off looking petrified.

The person turned around and smiled at you. And the only thing you could think was 'beautiful'. He has dark brown hair, almost too dark.

"You're okay?" His voice, his accent sounded different, he was not from around here.

"Oh yea, I am fine. Thank you." You said, still surprised. It was not usual for people to help someone here, it was dirty ruthless place after all.

"This place is full jerks." He chucked a little and it made you smile. His little laugh really sounded cute. It was like a dazzle in a dull place.

"Yeah that, I am used to it." You said and looked down. He was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans. His muscles moving has he used his hand to push his hair back.

"You should not be." He said, still giving you a small smile.

"Hey,___, Yuta? You're here. You're up next after Taeyong. You should go back there." Johnny said making his way towards you.

"Yeah sure." Yuta told Johnny and turned towards you. " Hi I am Yuta."

"___ and thank you again." You smiled and watched him walk away. You were numb for a minute. You felt a little warmth inside you and clenched your fist softly. For the first time in this dreary place, you felt something vibrant.

"Did something happen?" Johnny asked leaning against the wall and lighting his cigarette.

"No, he just helped me with some old jerk. Who's he?"

" Nakamoto Yuta. He's going to start fighting here from today. And I want you to take bets for him." He spoke, blowing out a puff.

"ME? What about Taeyong?"

"You can take for both if you want. They're friends so they won't fight with each other. Or I can help you out with Taeyong from time to time if you want."

"Why don't you take him?"

"I already have a lot and besides I want an honest one for him. You know others are just corrupted." He stated offering you the cigarette. You took it.

"Fine. I will do it." You responded with a puff and gave the cigarette back to him. "Seriously how many friends you have? As much as the people in the city?"

"I got more than that darling." He smiled. "Definitely more than that."

After Taeyong's match, he came up and sat with you and Johnny at the front. You all were waiting for Yuta's match. Somehow you were really keen for it. You already saw a little dangerous side of him when he helped you out before but you had no idea how was he going to fight. The matches here were not the ethical ones, the basic rules are to not kill anyone or do anything that will make the hospitals suspicious or get cops involved. Apart from that, it was whatever you do to win. You saw Yuta walking out as the crowed cheered, was he famous? why would the crowd cheer for a new guy? You saw him bending and going inside the ring and you could not focus on anything but him. His whole demeanor changed from before. He hair a little sweaty and falling down on his forehead. He tank top off him and he was only in his jeans, showing his abs. You watched as his knuckles were covered in tapes. You were confused as to why you were even paying so much attention to him. You never watched the fights here except for Taeyong's and then leave, but something about Yuta made you fixated on him.

The fight began and Yuta landed the first punch. You did not have much idea about fighting but it was clear that Yuta had experience and was very strong. His defense was sharp and rapid with hardly getting any blow and constantly punching out his opponent. It was an easy win and the crowd cheered. Johnny and Taeyong looked very confident about him.

"Told you he was gonna own. Come let's meet him." Johnny exclaimed and you all went to meet him.

"Hey man. Piece of cake was it?" Taeyong said and hugged Yuta. You handed him his amount and stood back.

"Thanks." He said and smiled. You noticed his eyes crinkled from the side. Even with a bruise on the jaw and blood on lip, all you could think was how beautiful that smile is.

"We're going to leave. See you tomorrow." Taeyong added. "Thanks for helping out ___." And you had expected this because Johnny can't keep his mouth shut. While leaving you mouthed a 'fuck you' to Johnny and he mouthed a 'you wish' back at you.

You sighed and leaned back in Taeyong's car. He always dropped you off after these nights, and you were glad that you had your friend with you.

"You should call me or Johnny if someone tries to bug you like that. I am glad Yuta was there." Taeyong said,making a turn. You did not wanted to tell him. The first time it happened, Taeyong was near you and he saw everything. He beat up the guy to pulp and caused a scene. You decided it then you had to handle your own fights.

"It was nothing. I told him off." You said smiling. "I did not know Yuta was your friend."

"He's Johnny's childhood friend. I have known him for quite some time but we have hardly time to meet. Now that he's here, I can see him more."

"He sure made an impression tonight." You said showing the cash to Taeyong.

"This was nothing to him. He used to fight in a different place before this and he's been a champion there."  Taeyong chimed.

"Ah that explains his popularity."

"You have never asked so much about anybody else before." Taeyong smirked and you decided to look out of the window. The sky was clear and with little stars scattered across it, the moon was lighting up the entire night. You never really wanted to know so much about anybody else before.

--

The next time you see Yuta is surprisingly is outside that boxing ring at the cafe you work at. He had a head band on, but still his hair were falling on his forehead. The football was dangling in his hands and the jersey hugging his chest. He was with Johnny, he turned around and noticed you, giving you an instant smile. You could not look away. The sun rays were falling on his face from the glass windows, and he was making his way towards the counter. You smiled, because confusingly his presence was so calming, you could  not help yourself.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked, his football by side.

"Yeah, of course. So you're on team?" You inquired, motioning towards the jersey.

"The captain." He said proudly.

"Well what would the captain and his friend like to have?"

"My friend would have whatever his regular is, and the captain would like to have the waitress's favorite drink and her number." He smirked. So you exchanged numbers, after all he was part of your group now.

You started seeing him more often on the campus, in the library, in the park ,cafeteria and he would always smile at you. Sometimes you would watch him from afar, you noticed he hardly ever talked to anyone apart from a few close friends and was mostly with Johnny or Taeyong. It was weird, he was the captain of the football team, one of the most handsome guy on campus, he should have been everywhere, but he avoided everyone. He was like a boat, trying to sail opposite of the waves.

It was Yuta's fifth time when he faced a nasty opponent and you knew things were not good when even Johnny looked concerned and not his usual snarky self. He won but with multiple wounds and his face and knuckles covered in blood. It was not new, you have seen Taeyong in this condition before but looking at Yuta, leaning on Taeyong, limping towards the car made your heart feel heavy. It was like somebody was injecting thrones in your chest.

"My match is still left, you take him, you know what to do." Taeyong said, and you knew exactly what to do. Going to the hospital was not an option for him, you learned it the hard way.

Taeyong was grunting, clutching his jaw with his hands. Your hands shaking trying to constantly wash the cloth and dabbing his blood.

"Please, let's go the hospital. It doesn't look good, I don't want to see you hurt. Please Tae-"

"And what huh?" Taeyong hissed. "Let the doctors see this. They will fucking know from where I got this. The cops will get involve. Bloody hell why can't you just dab it?" So you just did.

"I am sorry ___. I really am."  Taeyong said, after a long silence.

You helped Yuta inside and started grabbing out all the first aid kit. You have watched tons of medical videos specially for these nights.

"Alright, this is going to hurt a little." You said while putting the cloth against his face.  He didn't flinch, maybe he was really used to it. You quickly patched him up and applied the bandages.

"You will need to replace these for a couple of days." You stated, patting the bandage.

"Would you?" He asked, looking at you intently. "I suck at doing these stuff, and I don't have anyone else to do it." He whispered.

"Yeah, I would." You smiled. Lately you were finding it hard to say no to him. "I will pull out an extra mattress for you, you can stay here tonight."

"I see even these bruises can't tame my charms huh?" He smirked looking down at your lips. You were in the bathroom, beneath a bright light glowing over you, the smell of disinfectants and blood around you. It was always Yuta who was making you feel something vibrant when everything else was dull. He leaned in and you kissed him. Cautiously and softly. When you were breathless, he was resting he forehead against your shoulder.

"Thank you___." He whispered.

--

It was bright afternoon when you were sprawled in the university garden, with Johnny by your side, still a few minutes to start your cafe shift.

"You know Yuta is single."

"You know Mei is out of your league."

"Well darling  we both made if official so you can take your ass off me and stop directing the topic." He chirped. Of course he would end up with Mei, it was about time.

"How is he single? He's like the most desirable person out there, no offence."

"I said single, not a virgin. And offence is taken." Johnny said, lying next to you. "He has never clicked with anyone before, to have something serious. One night stands, meaningless sex, that's all I have ever seen."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I have known him forever, and for the first time I am seeing something different." He ruffled your hair and got up. "Time for work."

--

You sighed. You were supposed to meet Yuta after your shift, agreeing to replace his bandages and hang out you guess. Yuta left that night after the breakfast and you both carried on like usual. Surprisingly, it was not uncomfortable at all. He was still Yuta, the handsome guy who makes you feel like you could see the stars even in the darkest nights. You never had a serious relationship either, you wanted to tell Johnny. Not because you did not wanted to, but because you never had the time, always burdened with responsibilities, feeling like you will slow down if you tried to ever enjoy yourself.

"It's a clear weather today. Looks like there's going to be lot of stars." Yuta stated, standing next to you,  startling you.

"You almost gave me a heart attack Yuta." You gasped.

"There's a fair nearby, I heard it's cool and they're going to do fireworks tonight? Want to go?" Yuta asked, smiling like he always did.

So you went, your bag in one hand and Yuta's hand in another. There were indeed a lot stars today, sparkling continuously, like they were giggling at you both. The wind was cold but sweet, it constantly flew, like laughing in your ears. You looked at Yuta, the lights shining across his faces, his eyes glowing, lashed casting a shadow on his cheeks, you did not realize he was looking at you too.

"I loved it, thank you for taking me there." You said as you stood outside your apartment building, looking at Yuta.

"Thank you for coming with me." He responded. And you kissed again. This time it was sweet and nostalgic. You did knew what you both were, and you were scared to know. This was new, and exciting, a whole lot different from the life you have been living. So you thought it would be okay for a while to let things stay just the way they are.

--

You were cleaning a few tables when you saw Mei grunt a little while bending down. You took her to the counter and helped her sit. She also worked with you at the cafe.

"You should go home. I will talk to the boss." You said, noticing a few marks.

"No I am fine."

"What are you not telling me?" You asked, and she knew it was useless to argue.

"I fell from the pole. This guy was giving me a hard time constantly being on nerves about sleeping with him, so I was trying to avoid him and got distracted and fell. Awkward." Mei worked as a stripper. Works in a club not far away from the boxing place. She was an orphan, and was here on a scholarship. It's funny how you always found broken people like you.

"Anyways, how was your date?" She said winking.

"It was not a date. We just hung out."

"What? You guys are not like together? But I always see you guys together so I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong Mei, we are not together and we are not dating. I don't what it is, he's just my friend like every one else and you know I don't have time for anything or anyone right now. There's nothing special really." You said, flinching at the lies coming out of your mouth. You just wanted to not talk about it, until you made up your mind and talked to Yuta first. And looked up and saw Mei looking scared, staring past you.

You looked around and saw Yuta. Looking at you with a blank expression, the same one he has on while he is in the ring. You noticed a little flicker in his eyes. Anger, disappointment, hurt. His sweaty jersey and black jeans on. And he was out without saying anything.

"You fucked up." You heard Mei whisper.

--

You hurried up the stairs of Johnny and Yuta's apartment building. You had to see him, talk to him, yet you did not knew what you would say if you met him. You felt yourself getting out of breath. Just as you were about to take your next step, somebody pulled on your hand.

"Huh?Johnny?"

"You should not."

"I just-have-" you enhaled "have to see him. I think he-we"

"I get it. But right now is not the time."

"Why?"

"He got pissed off and drunk, bought some girl home. "

"Oh yeah." You said, sitting down on the stairs. You felt dull, numb, it was like the temperature dropped suddenly. You touched your throat, your neck, there was nothing but then why  you couldn't you breathe.

"There's match tomorrow. You can talk then. Come I will walk you down." The night was so cold. You looked up, no stars in sky tonight. It's like your darkness engulfed them too.

--

The match was horrible. Taeyong won. But all you could remember was his body in blood, with Johnny grabbing him and taking him away. It was all a blur. You were choking, crying, shouting how this time he needed a doctor. Yuta was holding you back, your tears falling on hands.

"He will be alright. He will be back." He kept chanting.

You were sitting in your room when Yuta bought a glass of water for you. Still frustrated, annoyed, at Taeyong, at Johnny, at Yuta , at yourself. Your anxiety was eating you up. You could feel everything was piling up on Yuta's nerves too.

"Here drink this."

"I don't want to." Silence for a few seconds. You heard Yuta inhale.

"Then what do you want? I told you he will be fine. We have connections to doctors who deal with his stuff. Johnny said it's nothing. What else is fucking wrong then?" He sneered.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IS WRONG?" You got up " You wanna know what's wrong? Huh? It's wrong that Taeyong has to end up being bruised every week so that he can pay his dad's bills. It's fucking wrong that Johnny has to deal with these shady people to make some money. It's-It's wrong that Mei has to deal with these perverts to survive. " You ranted. "It's wrong we all ended up here being so miserable. That we have to constantly compromise on this road in order to get the destination. And what I want? I want to stop feeling like I am choking all the time. I want to breathe. I want to be brave enough to tell you how much I fucking feel for you. Brave enough to allow myself to love, to feel, to actually live. " You crashed on the floor and closed your eyes.  You heard some footsteps and then some warmth. You felt the heaviness leaving you. You both sat there for a while, when he started getting up .

"Don't go." You spoke, pulling him towards you close, your nose brushing his.

It was the first time you actually felt his muscles, after seeing them from afar for so long. It was awkward, hot and passionate. It was like you both were trying to say something but could not find the words. So you used your hands, your lips. His grunts filling your ears. It was long after when he was asleep beside you, you looked around your discarded clothes on the floor and realized how you haven't seen him smile for so long.

The morning after was not awkward, not comfortable, just calm. You looked at Yuta, his face towards you, staring. His hair ruffled on your pillow, your finger tracing a scar on his shoulder.

"How did you meet them?" He whispered.

"Taeyong is childhood friend. We were neighbors, same school and now same university. He introduced me to Johnny. We all hit it off." He hummed. "You're not from here huh?"

"No. From Japan. Moved here in school, my dad got a job here. Met Johnny. Everything's a history since then."

"At what point it got fucked up?" You mumbled. He laughed, the voice ringing in your ears, it was like the warmth of ear muffs in a cold winter.

"It was a car crash. Both of them gone, just like this. No goodbyes, no love you's, no 'go to sleep, enough stories for today', nothing. Just silence. It was a like a black and white silent movie since then. I stayed with Johnny's family until my grandmother moved here to take care of me, helps me all she can. " He spoke, like a dream.

"You must really love her."

"I do."

"Your turn." He said, turning an imaginary mic towards you.

"My father was an abusive jerk. My mum suffered a lot, but one day she left. It was hard you know, she did not had a job. But still she raised me the best she could. I can't ask her for any more financial help, she doesn't tell me but I know how hard it was for her to send me here. So that's that."

"Your mother is a very strong woman."

"Seeing her work so hard, taking so much for me, I thought about dying so much. But I just could not. I am all she has."

"It's nice. To know you. To be able to understand you."

"Why would you want that Yuta?"

"Is it weird that there's a guy out here who's hobby is to try to understand you?" He spoke, barely a whisper, like a complaint, like it was unfair to him.

He was gone when you came out of the shower. You called Taeyong and he told you he was fine.

"A cast on the hand, and some bruises. Other than it's fine. Some rest and I will be fine."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"Never___."

A part of you was hoping Yuta would stay, after the morning you spent, talking about everything. You constantly replayed the conversation in your head. It felt unreal how he was just beside you just few hours ago, now he was gone. You wanted to talk him but what words were you going to choose. You looked at the bed, still unmade, the room still had a faint smell of his cologne. Even though he was not here, his memories still made you feel the stars were twinkling inside your heart.

--

"I love this smell after the rain." Mei spoke, as you both walked towards the park near the cafe, as you watched the evening disappear and the stars coming out . Johnny decided it was long time since the group hung out together and Taeyong wanted some fresh air after so many hours of sleep and pain killers. You knew Yuta be there too, after all Johnny said the whole group.

You saw Johnny and Yuta passing around the football and Taeyong sitting on the bench, laughing. You all talked, laughed and played. After a while, Johnny and Mei sat together, just looking at park fountain and Taeyong was writing something in his diary. Yuta was sitting under a tree, football by side. You went and sat beside him. His face covered in moonlight, his eyes closed.

"You left without a goodbye." You spoke softly.

"I thought you needed some time, you were upset last night."

"Do you think I slept with you because I was upset?"

"Should I think that?"

"No. I slept with you because I wanted." You sighed. "I did not mean what I said that day, in the cafe."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because I was afraid, I still am. I saw my parents marriage crumble, I saw people change, I feel like you're too good for me. I am used to being alone, being responsible. I am on a journey and yet you feel like a destination." You spoke. He took your hand and held it.

"I have lost so much, I stopped feeling anything for a long time. And then I met you, and you I started seeing splashes of colors in white and the stars glowing in black, I could hear the voices again, people laughing, shouting, calling out each other. I am not your destination, but I want to be your journey. I want to be with you, beside you, I want to walk with you." He spoke.

"I want to be with you too. Being with you makes me feel the most vibrant, you make me feel like I can breathe, like I can stand up on my own. I used to feel like I was not supposed to feel happy or loved until I had everything, after meeting you, I know that the journey can be beautiful too."

"I used to see you in the university, always with Taeyong, Johnny and Mei. I wanted to approach you, but you looked just so happy with them." Yuta turned towards you and then smiled, his smile, the one that could light up the sky. "Then I met you this winter on a cold night,  and my life started to change since then. I miss you, I need you and I love you."

"Nakamoto Yuta, I love you too."

The kiss was sweet, full of longing, patience and love. The wind blew your hair, the stars were blinking at you, like they were laughing, the moon was bright, beaming at you, like it knew. You saw Johnny and Mei walking standing up and Taeyong closing his diary and smiling at you. You felt vibrant, not only on the inside but the also on the outside.

"You look beautiful." Taeyong said.

"Thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't let anyone else to be here."  Taeyong added. "Quite wonderful how all of us reached the destination huh, I am proud of us."  You hugged him.  "You have and will always be my little sister." He whispered.

"Shall we?" He asked, giving you his hand.

"Yes." You took it and walked down the aisle. You saw your mother at the front, Mei being your maid of honor, Johnny as the best man and then you saw Yuta. Standing at the alter, smiling at you, and all you could think was, so beautiful.

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alright so i don’t know underground boxing scene works. knowledge is limited to the fanfics. this was supposed to be kinda slow or slice of life kinda thing. Also it doesn’t look like it but i’d really appreciate comments or ask, it’s a side blog so i can’t reply personal DMs.

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Field of Poppies Part 4

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 4: The Shelbys go on holiday to the summer fair. 

             With school on summer holiday, Polly was at her wit's end with the children. While they mostly played outside, they’d always be in and out of the house banging around, tracking mud on the floor, coming in with scraped knees, or crying about something being unfair. Meanwhile, Finn was starting to walk and was also wreaking havoc, pulling on everything not tied down and making quick getaways.

            So, it was decided they would spend some of the holiday on the road with the Strong family. Of course, Tommy and Arthur weren’t exactly pleased. Seeing as the betting shop was just getting up and started, they couldn’t afford to lose out on money. Polly insisted and said Danny and the other men could handle a few weeks.

            Going on seven months pregnant, Amelia was a bit apprehensive about traveling out to the Welsh countryside. However, Tommy assured her that if she were to go into an early labor, she was in capable hands, probably better than any doctor in Birmingham. It was enough to sway her. They all needed a break from the city’s smoke and mud. Some fresh air was bound to do them good.

             And oh how sweet the air smelled once they were finally away from the city limits. Amelia had been to the countryside before but had never joined Tommy’s family to see their kin out on the road. Her parents would never allow her to be near other Travelers, especially ones who tended to be more nomadic in nature than the Shelbys were.

            But Tommy had told her enough stories as a child to make her interested. He tried to scare her with the stories they would tell around the fires. Try to explain the excitement of spring and summer fairs. It seemed like another world when he described it all. To be out in the Welsh wilderness, sleeping under the stars, riding horses all day, spinning yarns about fairies, it seemed to be a child’s dream.

            Now, Amelia was much more aware of the struggles Tommy’s extended family faced. The prejudice and poverty. None of those issues mattered as a child. They had blinders on so they wouldn't see the ugly side of life. All they saw was the fantastical magic the world still held onto. She yearned to have that innocence back but there was no going back.

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

            On the second day of traveling to the Black Mountains, Tommy was steering the vardo with Amelia sitting beside him. He held the position naturally, letting the reins be an extension of his arms as he guided the two horses along. Arthur was on another horse, riding along while Polly and the other three children stayed in the back of the wagon.

            “Good to be outside, aye?” Tommy struck up a conversation as a lull in the muggy afternoon settled on them.

            “Oh yes.” Amelia nodded. “Good to see the clear sky instead of smoke.” She joked. "I forgot how blue the sky could get sometimes." 

            “Get used to it. ‘Cause when we’ve got everything going with the shop, m’gonna buy a house out in the countryside.”      

            She smiled. “Is that right?” It wasn’t the first time Tommy made bold claims. Once money started rolling in from the betting shop, he started promising things that sounded outlandish even to Arthur. He promised a brand new luxury car to John, a new five story house for Polly, as many horses as Ada could want, and now a house in the country.

            “Like a cottage. Mum, dad, and I used to rent one for the holidays out in Wiltshire.” She recalled. “Cute little place.”

            “No.” He shook his head, the cigarette in his mouth practically just a bit of ash. “One of those fucking big ones. Like royals have. Dukes 'n whatever they are.”

            “Oh, Thomas, please.” She giggled and nudged him.

            “I’m serious!” He chucked the last bit of his cigarette. “Big place, dozens of bedrooms, proper kitchen, riding stables, maids, cooks, everything. We’ll live there with the baby. He’ll have room to run ‘stead of being cooped up in Small Heath.”

            It sounded wonderful to Amelia, like the stories he used to tell about traveling. But it was so far-fetched. “Can we focus just on what we’ve got now?” She wondered. “Tommy, I’m okay with making do with what I’ve got…and what you and your family have given me.” She touched his knee.

            He glanced over at her, his blue eyes so bright in the summer sun. “You don’t think you deserve more than this?” He wondered. “Wouldn’t you rather a nice big house, proper holidays to places like France?”

            “All those things would be nice but if I never get those things then I’ll be fine. I’m okay with what I have now.” She smiled at him to reassure that there wasn’t anything he needed to prove to her or promise.

            Tommy sighed and his eyes returned to the grassy path ahead of them. “I know the baby’s not mine but…I don’t want any other kid to go hungry like we did. Ain’t right how we were brought up. And if I can change that for my family and for the baby then, why not?”

            Amelia felt she wasn’t in a place to tell if he was right or wrong. So, she leaned over to kiss his cheek affectionately. “You’re a good man, Tommy Shelby.” She said softly. “A very good man.”

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            They met up with the Strongs at their camp and together they moved North to go to the Appleby fair. Ada chattered on to Amelia the whole ride there about how fun the fair was. There were crafts and fortune-tellers and horses, horses, horses. She would see all of her cousins and other distant relatives that they only got to see once in a blue moon. They’d race horses, swap stories, share laughs, and her brothers would box with the Lee boys.

            Although the trip took a little under a week, Amelia was in good spirits the whole way there. Tommy was practically a different person out in the countryside. He knew how to survive in Small Heath and knew how to survive outdoors just as well. He let loose a bit, not bothering to dress up and going barefoot a lot of the times. He smiled more and played with his siblings. It was as if he had left all his worries back in the city.

            Amelia thought he was so beautiful in the sun. His smile brightened ten fold, his eyes sparkled, and he moved as if he didn't have any stress on his shoulders. It warmed her heart to see him play-wrestling with John, riding horses with Ada, and picking up Finn to spin him around. For a moment, she pictured her child in the scene. A little boy or girl toddling after Tommy, looking for his attention. Tommy scooping them up and holding them close, just as a father would.

            All she could do was smile and keep her wide-eyed fantasies to herself. But it was so easy to get caught up in the magic of the forests and fields. It was so easy to get caught up in the smile of Tommy Shelby.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

            Ada was right, there was a lot to be said about the fair. Intricately and brightly painted vardos lined up and many people were milling around. There were people washing their horses in the rivers as children played and splashed one another by the banks.

            After a long journey, Amelia wanted to stretch her legs. Tommy walked with her along the river as the rest of the family prepared camp and watered the horses.

            “Pol said your feet might be hurting these days.” Tommy’s aunt was his go-to to get any pregnancy answers.

            “They’re a bit swollen, the heat doesn’t help,” Amelia admitted. Although getting to walk was nice, she was starting to get flushed in the heat.

            “And uh…any word from home?” He kept his eyes to the ground, kicking a stone along their way.

            “While we’ve been on the road for over a week?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I haven’t gotten any messenger birds.”

            Tommy chuckled. “I meant when we were back home. I mean, we haven’t talked about it much.” He pointed out.

            Her smile faded. “No, I haven’t heard from them. I don’t know if they know where I am but I figured…well, I figured they would’ve thought to try and find me in Small Heath. I don’t know where else I would’ve gone with nothing in me pockets.

            “And the father?” They hadn’t broached the subject before because Polly insisted that he leave the matter be. But curiosity was just too damn tough to ignore.

            “Tom, I told you…”

            “Tommy Shelby!” Someone crowed out ahead of them. Three young men about Tommy and Arthur’s age stopped them.

            His face soured when he saw who was calling him. “Will.” He muttered obviously not in the mood to talk to them.

            “I heard the Shelbys were coming, how the hell are ya?” Will appeared to be the oldest of the three, a tall, broad-shouldered man with dark hair.

            “Fine, fine.”

           "And he's got someone up the duff." Will smacked a hand to his forehead when he saw Amelia. "Shelby, Shelby, Shelby. What a shame! You have to learn how to pull out or these things happen, Tommy."  He tutted in Shelta. "She is a sight though."

            Amelia suddenly felt very self-conscious about the baby bump showing. Of course, she ought to be showing at her stage of pregnancy, but she wasn’t keen on embarrassing the Shelbys. Especially if Tommy wasn’t actually the father.

            “Watch your fucking mouth.” Tommy spat venomously.

            The Lee brothers jostled each other, pleased that he was fighting back. “Still got that mouth on ya, Tommy Boy, haven’t ya?”

            “Fuck off.” He wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist to steer her away from the brothers. “Fucking lowlifes never know when to shut their mouths..” He muttered under his breath.

            “Still got a fight in ya then? Or are ya too scared to step into the ring with me?” Will taunted after him.

            Amelia felt Tommy’s arm stiffen and he stopped in his tracks. Her eyebrows knit in worry. “Tom…” She warned.

            But he slipped away from her and turned to face the brothers again. “Name a time.”

 ~~~~~~~~~~

            “Ah, it’s never too long ‘til Tommy gets into it with one of the Lees at the fair.” Arthur punched his brother in the arm. “Lucky you got practice with those Birmingham Boys, aye?”

            Tommy avoided Amelia’s questioning glance even though he could feel her eyes on him.

            Polly didn’t even look like she wanted to get into the matter. Men fought at fairs, that was only tradition and it was in good fun most of the time. Besides, Small Heath was much more dangerous than a bout of boxing.

            Around the Shelbys’ camp, there was a buzz in the air of excitement. Music could be heard in a couple of different directions, people laughed and joined each other for a good time around the roaring fires and lanterns. Some girls some yards away were dancing in a circle, their long skirts illuminated by the flames.

            “When can I fight, Pol?” John asked hopefully. “I can take the Lees too!”

            “Hush.” Polly scolded. “When you’re older and you’ve learned how to box properly. I don’t want to bring you home with a broken hand.”

            John grimaced. “I’m old enough.” He muttered.

            “Men don’t pout or slouch.” She said and stood up to tend to Finn who was stirring in the vardo.

            “You gonna kill ‘im then, Tom?” Arthur smirked. “I heard he was…” He made a subtle gesture to Amelia who was talking softly with Ada. The eldest Shelby wanted to mention about how bad Tommy had it for Amelia. It was blatantly obvious to everyone. But neither of them seemed to want to admit it. 

            Tommy tossed a twig into the fire mindlessly. “He’ll learn to keep his fucking mouth shut.” He mumbled.

            “Shelby!” Someone called.

            Arthur grinned and clapped his brother on the back. “Let’s go then.”

            “Tom?” Amelia looked worried when they stood up. “Where are you going?”

            “Gonna go fight, Mel. Tommy’s gonna show them Lees how to throw a good punch”

            “But…” Her stomach went into knots. “Maybe you could stay here and-”

            “Won’t be long, Mel,” Tommy promised.

            “Fine, then I’m coming.” She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders and followed them.

            “Not really for women.” Arthur tried to show opposition to the idea but Tommy didn’t seem to mind. Maybe if she saw him fight, she would know he could hold his own and she wouldn’t have to worry about the betting shop. No longer was he the stick-thin little teenager who was sometimes more bark than bite. No, he’d found his anger and learned to use it to his advantage.

                       The makeshift ring was lit by lanterns and nearby fires. A group was already forming to watch the show. The Lees were riling Will up who was already there, waiting for his opponent. But they all seemed to be in good nature, passing drinks and cigarettes, laughing, and cussing.

            Tommy pulled off his undershirt and handed it to Amelia to hold. She was a bit stunned to see he had a tattoo on his chest. The sun-like lines were certainly new as far as she was aware. But she didn’t mention the ink.

            Arthur was handing his brother a flask, Tommy downing the contents before ducking under the rope.

            The crowd of onlookers was a bit rowdy, pleased to see young blood fighting like real men. Bare knuckles, no weapons, how it was meant to be a Romani man. A good show of tradition.

            Amelia felt her palms start to sweat. Will was a good head taller than Tommy was and seemingly more muscular by his build.

            However, Arthur, standing beside her, looked less than concerned. “He’ll be alright, Mellie. He’s taken down bigger fuckers than this one.” He promised.

            Amelia had seen Tommy fight before, but the last time must’ve been when they were only thirteen. The wiry boy had a habit for picking fights and never staying down even when he was bleeding or had a broken bone. She never seemed to mind seeing him fight while they were in school. But seeing him in the ring with someone bigger than him, it made her stomach flip-flop.

            And Tommy drew out the suspension. He allowed Will to get in a couple of swings, but he dodged them. His size allowed him to be quicker and more agile on his feet. The two circled around each other, fists up by their faces. Will looked smug with himself, confident that he would win. On the other hand, Tommy had fire in his blue-eyes. He wasn't fighting to have a few laughs. 

            “Hit ‘im, Tommy!” Arthur roared after his brother dodged a couple more blows.

            Something changed in Tommy’s eyes as he threw a punch. Amelia could hear the blow land even over the boisterous crowd. She winced and ducked her head a bit. When had she ever been afraid to watch a fight? She must’ve egged on a few scuffles in her day. Goading Tommy to kick in the teeth of the school bully. But when Will landed a punch and she saw Tommy’s head jerk back, she cringed and hid her face in Arthur’s sleeve.

            She could still hear the contact of punches, the sound of the men spurring them on, and the grunts from Will and Tommy as they fought. But she couldn’t bear to watch it.  

            It only took a few minutes before someone was shouting.“Oi, oi! Get ‘im off!”

            “Tom, c’mon, that’s enough!” Arthur moved from Amelia and got into the ring.

            She looked up and saw Tommy on top of Will, pummeling his face. Arthur ripped his brother off.

            "Got fucking devils in them. Those fucking Shelbys are rabid." Someone nearby remarked.

             "Aye, get it from their father. Murder in their blood."

             "Do not let me hear you talking about her again." Tommy threatened in Shelta before he finally let his brother steer him away from the ring. He spat on the ground, leaving the Lees to help an injured Will off the ground. 

            Coated with a sheen of sweat, Tommy was breathing hard. Even in the dim light, Amelia could assess the damage. It seemed Will had taken the brunt of the fight. Tommy only walked away with a bloody lip, a bruise forming on his jaw, and some dirt sticking to his torso.

            “Go wash off and calm the fuck down,” Arthur ordered before heading back toward the camp.

  ~~~~~~~~~~         

            Amelia followed Tommy to the river so he could wash the blood and dirt away. She lingered behind as he knelt down on the bank and splash cold water over him.

            “What did you say to him?” She wondered.

            “Nothing.” Tommy shook the water from his hair and wiped his hands over his face.

            “Well, you said something, Tom.”

            He stood and took his shirt back, using it to dry off a bit. “It was nothing.” He said again.

            They stood in silence for a bit. Music still hung in the air as the night wore on. There was an uproar from the crowd, signaling the start of another boxing match.

            Curious, Amelia stepped toward him and splayed her fingers out over his tattoo, following the direction of the lines. “This is new.”

            Tommy felt like his skin was on fire even after the cold douse of water. He couldn’t find the words for a long moment, simply watching her slender fingers trailing over the inked lines. “I-uh…you can’t tell Pol about it.” He tried to hide his stammer. “She’ll fucking kill me.”

            Amelia laughed softly and withdrew her hand. “Alright.” She agreed. “Your secret is safe with me.”                    

            He smiled and threw on the shirt to conceal the tattoo. “C’mon.” He murmured and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

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Connecticut (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1

“Is everything OK for you Mr Reeves”

 “Yes, it’s all fine, I’m fine thank you. I’m just going to get some shut eye thanks. I’ll push the button if I need anything”

 The air hostess smiled and walked away and Keanu leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. The “Secret Lives of Pippa Lee” script lay on his tray table but he felt too weary to pick it up. A two week promotional tour for Street Kings, involving some serious globe-trotting, had just come to and end and he was on his way now to Stamford, Connecticut to join the crew for his next film. He was excited to work with such a great bunch of actors but anxious that his jet lag and general fatigue from the tour would hinder his performance. Still, he’d had some great reviews for Street Kings and that had buoyed his confidence. Oh yes, he always said that what the crits thought didn’t matter and he was his own worst critic too, but he had to admit that this recent acclaim for his performance was truly gratifying. He felt he could stand tall and proud in front of Rebecca, Robyn and Alan, like he’d really earned his stripes.

He fell into a restless sleep on the 2 hour flight only stirring as the countryside around Stamford came into view. Everything was a verdant green, May’s fecundity bursting forth and Keanu relished the fact that they would be filming on location so there would be opportunities to spend time outdoors and explore a new place. He didn’t feel quite so weary now, the memories of the repetitive interviews with the press (“so how was it reprising your role as a cop?”, “Do you really think you’re cut out to play the bad guy”) fading. Time now for some more intelligent conversations, with people who knew what they were talking about when it came to art and acting.

 Once in the airport, Keanu was met by a young rep named Tom from the film company. He was jittery and clearly rather overawed to meet a star of Keanu’s calibre.  Keanu tried to put him at ease as they made their way to the baggage zone, asking questions about him to give him something easy to talk about rather than worrying about what he should and shouldn’t ask. Keanu saw his bag come into view and stepped forward to grab it.

 “Let me take that” Tom offered but Keanu would have none of it even when Tom protested that he’d been told to do everything he could for him.

 “Look, you’ll make me feel like a sissy girl if I let you carry my bag Tom so you can achieve their requests by letting me have my way OK? He smiled to reassure Tom that he wasn’t mad.

 “OK, OK” Tom muttered, slightly embarrassed but realising there was no way Keanu was going to play the role of pampered star.

 “As they headed down the interstate, Keanu asked Tom about how things were set up for the shoot, where everyone was staying, what the town was like and so on. The journey wasn’t long and they were soon pulling up at the Marriott where all the actors and the director were staying. Keanu assured Tom he could handle checking in himself and  breathed a sigh of relief to be nearer the point when he could just kick back alone in his room for a while before meeting with Rebecca Miler, the writer and director for dinner.

 There was only one receptionist on as he approached and she was dealing with an enquiry from a woman in gym gear. Keanu didn’t mind the wait since he got to feast his eyes on the woman’s tight ass which was covered snugly by a pair of grey shorts. She had her blonde hair up in a girlish, perky pony tail, her slender neck revealed as she tilted her head on one side whilst signing some papers. He felt his balls contract as he watched and shook his head to try and dispel his lustful thoughts. The woman turned to leave having finished her dealings and at that point, Keanu let his bag fall to the ground with a loud clatter

 “Grace ………….oh my god!”

 “Keanu! Hi! Wow long time no see eh?”

 Keanu could feel the flush creeping up his face as he remembered what he’d been thinking just moments before when he didn’t know who it was. He moved quickly and gave Grace a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek which gave his face time to resume its normal colour.

 “Wow! Wow! how amazing to see you, hey are you on this movie?’ he asked excitedly.

 “Yeah, yeah, that’s right. I haven’t been on a location shoot in so long and I thought it was about time I did. I was so glad when I saw you had signed on. She beamed.  Keanu beamed.

 “Gosh, what has it been , like 15  years since I saw you. And I don’t think I’ve heard a peep out of you for like 10!”  Keanu exclaimed.

 “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry about that, just life and stuff getting in the way, you know!”

 Now it was Grace’s turn to flush. She felt guilty for not keeping in touch. Maybe he’d understand if they got a chance to talk some time on the shoot.

 “Listen, I’ve just got here this minute as you can see and I’m having dinner with Ms Miller  at 7 but maybe we could meet later for a drink. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to and just catch up.”

 “Yeah, yeah sure that would be just lovely – shall I meet you in the bar around 9?”

 “Yeah that should be fine – see you later”

 Grace walked to the lift and Keanu returned his attention to the receptionist to deal with checking in.

 Ten minutes later he was in the lift riding up to his room still shaking his head in mild disbelief at seeing Grace here. They had met on the set of “Speed” which seemed like an absolute lifetime ago. She was a make up artist and her task on set was to ensure Keanu was consistently oil and grease splattered between takes.  Her side job, and the reason they had got on so well, was to help him learn his part for “Hamlet” which he had done on set during the many breaks there were whilst setting up the buses for stunts. She had asked him one day what on earth it was he was reciting as he strode around the freeway loudly proclaiming the lines. There was often so much time to kill for everyone not involved with the stunt set up that she’d offered to help him with his practice and so a friendship began. They’d had a mildly flirty relationship but Grace was married so it was a kind of safe flirtation. She was only 23 compared to Keanu’s 29 at the time and he’d marvelled at how happy and comfortable she’d seemed in her relationship with Jim. She was already talking about starting a family and was not the least bit phased by the idea despite her youth. He was curious to find out what had happened in her life sine then – he guessed she probably knew the high (and low) lights of his life in the intervening period – hell didn’t everyone?

 The only word to describe Grace’s mood between seeing Keanu and meeting him again at 9, was “antsy”. She scolded herself

 “You knew he was in the movie, so surely you should have prepared yourself and you should have known he’d wonder why you lost touch” The truth was, she’d been avoiding confronting what it would be like to see him again. The strong attraction she’d felt at the time had been all but extinguished by her love and commitment for Jim. Now Jim wasn’t here and “boom” the attraction she felt but repressed hit her right between the eyes and then took a collision course straight down to her groin. My he’d aged well! And the crows’ feet around his eyes only enhanced rather than diminished his gorgeousness. Of course she knew all that from watching his career over the years. Since meeting him on “Speed”, she’d made a point of seeing all his subsequent movies, marvelling at how he’d developed his craft over the years. So she knew exactly how he looked these days but somehow seeing him in the flesh, being genuinely rather than vicariously on the receiving end of his mega- watt smile as he’d greeted her was a whole other matter. Grace took a shower and ordered room service for her evening meal and mused while she ate over all the things she’s need to fill him in on. Some of it would be hard for her to talk about and she had no doubt hard for him to hear but she was still glad that they had second chance to enjoy their friendship. Nine o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

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