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wallwriterstuff · 4 years

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Anything You Can Do ||Demetri Volturi x Child!Oc||

Part 1: From The Doorstep

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Warnings: None, just the usual parenting troubles

Summary: Part 2 to From The Doorstep (you can read this on it’s own I suppose but for the full backstory of how Demetri became a Daddy click the link to read From The Doorstep first!)

Demetri has faced many challenges since becoming a father, fighting hard for his little one every step of the way, so separating himself from her for a few hours a day is a lot more difficulty than he’d expected it to be. In short, this is what happens when mother hen Demetri sends Astraea Volturi to nursery!

Demetri had never had a formal education like the kind the modern world provided youths nowadays. His education had consisted of lectures and practicing the practical elements of life; in so far as he remembered that often meant his father showing him how to knock an arrow or turn soil, then clipping his ear when he didn’t get it quite right. Still, it had served him well, and until the day Amun took him what little he remembered of his human life was successful. He had been healthy and his homestead was sustainable, he had done well for himself. Convincing him that sending Astraea to school was a good thing to do was therefore very difficult when he would have rather kept her home at his side, tutored by the Masters’ and other members of the guard.

He himself had degrees in geography, history and philosophy. Alec had degrees in all of the sciences. There was nothing in this world that she needed to know that they could not teach, but after reading through a few parenting books and websites (not that he was ever going to admit he’d scoured Mumsnet and various other mommyblogs – the torment would be never ending) he very quickly realised there was one thing he had failed to do as her father, one crucial element of growing up he had not provided for her in the five years she had been a part of his life.

He had not socialised her with other children.

At home, mixing with her found family, Astraea had no problems at all. She chattered happily with everyone that loved her and played nicely with the twins, but when they went out it was a different story. Demetri had noticed it more than once, her tendency to stay to herself when they went to the park or to cling to him until he pushed her to go a little further away to explore not something she shared with other children her age. After lengthy discussions about how much she had noticed about the coven and how much she might accidentally say to any school friends she might make, permission had been granted and Demetri had enrolled her in a local nursery. He hoped that meeting other humans from all walks of life might do her some good, but the first few weeks dropping her off in the mornings were hell.

Astraea’s first day had consisted of Demetri’s ears ringing as she sobbed and screamed at the top of her lungs, anxious about him leaving her in this strange new place with brand new people. He had held her close for most of that time, taking her around the room and trying to tempt her with some of the toys and activities on offer. No child had wanted to interact with the screamer clinging fast to her father’s hand and he had been forced to sit and listen to ridiculous, childish stories on a dusty floor surrounded by little humans all much more independent than his own Astraea was.

Day 2 was very much the same, the entire week passing by with little change until she surprised him by venturing a little further from him on the last day. They only spent a few hours at a time there but she knew the room well enough to know what she liked doing, and she’d sat at the drawing table on her own for a little while, checking all the while to make sure he hadn’t left her alone before she came back with a drawing for him. He felt awful that first week, like he had failed his daughter terribly, and it didn’t feel like it got much better for a very long time. She would traverse the room, but she wouldn’t talk to the staff running the nursery or the other children, selectively mute and never letting anyone but him hear her sweet voice.

It took a lot of slow progress, but after almost a full month, he was able to finally leave her for her first full day without him. Demetri had never felt anxiety like it. It clawed at the back of his mind, every minute dragged out into a small eternity as he waited for the moment he could pick her up, wondering if the other children were kind to her, if she was having fun, if she had injured herself with those oversized building blocks he had tried to steer her away from. It was a great relief to see her come streaking toward him when he came to pick her up, the venom stinging his eyes even though he could not cry as he cradled her close and pressed a lingering kiss to her hair.

“How was your day sweet girl?” he’d asked. Her answering smile was blinding bright, banishing his dark thoughts far far from his head – at least until tomorrow when he left her again.

“I think I have a friend now, but I missed you Daddy.” She’d replied. That was the first day that she had mentioned this friend, and it had been a welcome relief since it was what he had sent her to nursery for. Then one friend became two, and two became three, three became four, and suddenly there was a whole group that welcomed her every morning and said goodbye to her every afternoon. This is a good thing he told himself over and over, She is interacting with children her age, this is a good thing. So…why did it not feel like it?

Every night as the clock crept closer and closer to the dreaded time he would have to wake her and get her ready, a hollow would open in the pit of his stomach and it would grow and grow until it nearly consumed him whole. Demetri was forced to fake every smile he gave her as he helped her dress and tie shoelaces, and the hollowness was nothing compared to the bitterness that replaced it when he dropped her off each day. It was not jealousy, he was Demetri Volturi and he was not jealous of little humans, he was not! But she did seem to enjoy their company far more. She all but ran into the nursery room these days, desperately wiggling out of her coat to join her friends. Sometimes he had to chase her down just to get his goodbye cuddles. It took him a while to understand exactly what this horrible feeling was, and then it hit him.

She didn’t need him anymore.

The Astraea that clung to his legs when new people approached her was gone. She was more confident and smiled brighter. Even going to the park wasn’t the same as she actually got involved in other children’s games, and though Demetri wanted to be happy he had helped his daughter overcome the shyness he had accidentally instilled in her, he was quietly mortified by the whole process. He hadn’t realised preparing her for the world meant preparing her to leave him behind, and Demetri…wasn’t ready. Astraea didn’t even seem to notice his pain, his bubbly little girl far too excited about all of her new friends and school to register it.

School was another thing Demetri was dreading. How much less would she need him once she started to formally learn to read, to write? How many more new friends would take her away from his side? Goodness knows what would happen if she wanted to sleep at a friends house. He might just sit outside the place on an opposite rooftop to keep an eye on her if that happened, he wasn’t sure he could cope. He wondered though if maybe school might also be better in some way, more structure and less play. It might knock out some of the odd habits she’d picked up from nursery at least.

He’d noticed it first a fortnight ago, after she’d asked to take something of his into nursery for something called show and tell and he’d given her an antique compass alongside a well-rehearsed story about how he travelled for work. When he’d picked her up that afternoon she’d reverently held his compass in her hands and had a grand old time “reading” it, giving him directions about which way to turn as she rode on his shoulders in their mission to find her after nursery snack. He had played it off as some lingering excitement and a fun game to play. They’d been looking at pirates in the nursery after all and pirates did love to find buried treasure.

A few days after that, he’d found his shoes had gone missing, and the scent in his room led him right to Astraea’s door. His first instinct had been to immediately stop her clomping about in his polished, far too big shoes, but then he’d paused and amusedly watched as she slammed her feet down to awkwardly waddle down her line of teddy bears, pointing to each one in turn and giving them orders. It was something she had seen him do with the lower guard, he and Felix in charge of their combat training and often talking to them about footwork and rules of engagement. Hearing them come tumbling from her mouth had almost made him laugh until she had repeated a few choice words from Uncle Felix’s repertoire he’d had to have a stern talk with both of them about.

It was little things like that that had added up over the span of two weeks that had confused and amused him to no end. Poor imitations of his growling, standing with one little arm tucked behind her back. She’d even copied the way he greeted Felix and other members of the guard in the halls, nodding at them with a quick enunciation of their name. The strange habit of mimicking his actions had extended to Uncle Felix to, and Uncle Alec and Aunt Jane, though he had to admit it was hilarious to watch her glare the young boy who had accidentally crushed her artwork with his foot as he stood from the carpet into submission, Jane’s signature smile on her lips as she did it. She looked almost disappointed that she hadn’t been able to make him writhe in agony as she did so and Demetri had had a quiet word with Jane about ensuring she didn’t use her gift in front of Astraea anymore.

It had all culminated in one silly little argument one morning as they got ready for another day at nursery, one of the last coming up before the Christmas holidays. Demetri was feeling the same hollowness he always felt, not in the mood for her to push his patience as she was, and it was all over a stupid necklace. He was crouched before her, hand outstretched as he waited with all the patience he possessed for him to place her coven crest back into his open palm. She held it clutched tight in her tiny little fists, small knuckles turning white with the effort as she shook her head vigorously, holding it close to her chest.

“No! I want to wear it!” she repeated. This was the fourth time she’d told him as much despite his protests.

“Astraea Volturi I have been patient enough with you, you are not allowed to take it and that is final, now hand it back to me. Now.” Demetri ordered, curling his fingers for added emphasis.

“No!” she cried, lower lip protruding in a pout and trembling slightly. Demetri blinked, surprised by her reaction. He hadn’t expected his daughter to get this upset over it, but she looked genuinely distraught at the thought he might take it from her. He sighed, letting his hand drop and resting his forearms on his thighs, hands clasping as he studied her tight grip on the necklace. She hadn’t really worn it before, since it was rather large and she was still only small, so it would hang down her torso for sure and probably snag on things. He didn’t want her choking if the chain got caught on anything, or for her to lose it. It was a great honour to be part of their coven and she would cherish it in the years to come, but not at the tender age of five.

“Sweet girl, I worry you will lose it, or perhaps hurt yourself if it becomes caught on anything as you play. It would be safer to leave it at home.” He tried. Astraea shook her head again, turning her body away from him. He knew full well he could take it from her without any resistance but he had sworn to never use force on his daughter long ago.

“I’ll be careful!” she promised. Her small shoulders were all hunched up, so tense as she gripped onto her necklace tight. Demetri rolled his eyes skyward and took in a deep breath, mentally counting to ten before he exhaled slowly and checked his watch. They were going to be very late if this carried on.

“I am sure you would be, but that still does not mean it is safe to take it to nursery.” He reasoned.

“But I need it!” she whined. Demetri’s brows furrowed, mind racing as fear gripped him tight. She needed it? What had she said to the other children that required her to take in her coven necklace? Had she mentioned the crest? The Volturi?

“Why?” Demetri asked, keeping his voice as level as he could so as to not alert her to his underlying panic. There was a long moment of pure silence, neither of them saying anything as his anxiety grew till he was forced to press for an answer. When Astraea turned to face him, her puppy dog eyes made him falter.

“To be like you. You always wear yours.” She pointed to the golden ‘V’ visible against his chest, and Demetri subconsciously reached his fingers up to run them over the cold metal. His expression softened slightly and he lowered himself to the ground, gesturing for his daughter to come and sit with him. She hesitated for a moment before he motioned to her once more, her little legs carrying her right to his lap where she made herself comfortable. Demetri wrapped his arms around her, looking down at her inquisitively.

“Now why on earth would you want to be like me?” he asked. Astraea was everything to him. She was his happy, bright, gorgeous, warm, curious, sweet little girl, and he wouldn’t have changed her for anything in the world. To hear she wanted to be like him…well the most selfish parts of him relished in the news. She kept her crest in her lap now, looking up at him with a small frown.

“Miss Bellomo asked what we wanted to be when we were bigger, and I want to be a hero like you that protects people.” She said. Demetri felt his cold, dead heart shatter into a million pieces. For obvious reasons Astraea didn’t know the full scope of what he did, to her he was a security guard that protected the castle, and sometimes he had to go away to find people who had tried to get into the castle and give them a telling off. He was sure she’d be horrified if she knew the truth, that he was an executioner more so than a hero, but to see himself through her eyes was extraordinary and eye opening. Suddenly, all of the little things he’d caught her doing made sense.

Every gesture of his she had mimicked, she had done in an effort to be like him. Astraea had never left him behind at all; he was always in her mind, the protector and hero that was always with her. Demetri held her close, burying his nose in her hair to inhale her sweet scent. He didn’t care that it made his throat burn horribly. He simply needed to be close to his daughter and have a little time to compose himself. When he pulled back, he clasped her head to his lips and pressed a firm kiss against her hairline.

“Oh my sweet, sweet girl, no. Please do not try to be like me.” He whispered, voice raw with unshed emotion. Her little face fell into a frown again.

“Why can’t I be like you?” she asked. Demetri stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“You cannot be like me because I need you to keep being like you,” he replied, “Astraea, my sweet girl, there are so many people in this world who would seek to change you, the way you look or the way you act, but never let them. You are kind and strong, and smart and funny…to be anything other than yourself is taking away so much good from this world. Do you understand?” He knew she most likely didn’t, not fully, but after a minute to process it, she nodded, curls bouncing around her face.

“So…I have to be me?” she asked. Demetri nodded.

“Yes. You must always be you. I love you very much as you are. You are my hero, my sweet girl.” He kissed her forehead, the adoration he felt for his little girl ten times stronger than it had ever been before. She beamed up at him, throwing her small arms around his neck to hug him close to her. Demetri returned the hug whole heartedly, vaguely noting that hollowness that had plagued him was entirely gone now. She was certainly a hero, she’d saved him from himself.

“Will you keep it safe for me?” she held out her coven crest to him and Demetri stared down at it for a long moment before gently curling her fingers back around the metal.

“How about we compromise? If you promise to keep it in your nursery bag and not take it out for any reason, you can take it with you.” He suggested. Her eyes sparkled and she nodded vigorously.

“I promise I promise!” she cheered. Demetri chuckled.

“Okay then. Let’s put it in your bag now and go, we are already late.” He watched her bounce up from his lap, bounding over her to small backpack with all the eagerness of an overly excited puppy. Demetri had never expected that when he enrolled his daughter in nursery, he would be the one to learn something new. Sometimes parenting required you to step back, not too far, but just enough so you could watch your children thrive from a distance you could easily cross when you were needed, and Astraea still very much needed him, even if it didn’t feel like it all the time.

#twilight fanfiction #twilight #demetri volturi #demetri volturi x oc #daddy demetri #demetri volturi fanfiction #jane volturi #alec volturi #felix volturi #they are all honorary aunts and uncles #the volturi

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teen-content-queen · 4 years

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Late Night Calls

Fandom: AFTG Ship: Neil x Andrew Synopsis: Andrew’s surprised to get a late night phone call from Neil while Neil’s away.

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Andrew blinked down at the phone a few times, confused. The name Neil Josten stared up at him from the caller ID. The boy who hated using a cell phone was calling Andrew. Flicking his book closed, he set it on the nightstand by his bed before flipping open his phone.

“Josten.” He said. He could hear Neil breathing, the only thing that convinced Andrew there was someone on the other end of the call. He was about to say his name again when Neil’s voice cut through the silence.

“Hi.”

His voice sounded a little breathy and cracked with disuse, but he sounded like Neil. Andrew relaxed a little, knowing he wasn’t in danger or trouble. Andrew sat up a little, moving to get comfortable. His adjustment caused King to let out an irritated sound by his side where she was already asleep. He shot her a look which she ignored in favor of curling up again, eyes already closed.

“Your cat is a demon.”

That got a little chuckle through the line, the sound tinny on the long distance call. He heard the sound of a car passing nearby. Neil must be outside. Andrew checked the clock on Neil’s side of the bed and did the mental math.

“Junkie, you’re not stupid enough to take a run in a foreign country at 2 am, are you?”

“What? Oh, no. Just couldn’t sleep. I’m sitting on the front steps, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t worried.” Andrew lied.

Gently this time, he shifted his weight in bed. Without stirring King from her slumber, he slipped out from under the covers and crossed the small bedroom to the glass door that revealed a small balcony.

He stepped out into the dark, plucking a cigarette from the pack always waiting on the small table they’d set up and took a seat in one of the two chairs. He lit his cigarette and looked out into the quiet night in front of him. He knew that across the ocean, Neil had a cigarette tucked between his lips, the smoke curling up towards his face.

“I can let you go, if you’re busy.” Neil said quietly.

“I just lit a cigarette.”

Andrew could have sworn he heard a small appreciative hum from the other end of the line. He flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette into the ashtray beside him. It needed to be emptied and he made a mental note to do that in the morning. He heard something rumble loudly through the phone speaker. He imagined one of those bright red double decker buses rumbling past Neil, interior lights displaying nearly empty seating.

“How’s jolly old England?” Andrew asked, giving Neil permission to say whatever was on his mind. He heard Neil take in a breath.

“Fine.”

“105, Junkie.”

“It is fine...I just…” Neil breathed into the phone, so clear that Andrew resisted the urge to turn to Neil’s chair on the balcony to check that he wasn’t there. Andrew didn’t fill the silence even though he could feel Neil pleading for him to. Even across oceans and telephone lines, Andrew knew Neil.

“I miss home.” He finally said. Andrew could hear I miss you in the static of the phone line. He sank into his chair a little, taking a deep pull from his cigarette. He blew out the smoke, watching it curl above his head and dissipate into the darkness.

“Home misses you too.” Andrew said, meaning I miss you too. He continued,

“King is sleeping on your pillow. It’ll probably be full of cat hair when you get back.”

Neil let out a hum, no doubt picturing their fat now.

“You’re remembering to feed them right?” He asked. Andrew let out an indignant scoff.

“Yeah. Although Sir is starting to live up to her name so I think she should go on a diet.”

“She’s a cat.”

“Doesn’t mean we should let her get fat Neil.”

“You could stop giving her treats all the time.”

“I’m rewarding good behavior.”

“Meowing isn’t good behavior. It’s just like cat talk.” Neil argued.

“You’re just mad that she likes me better than you.��

“Because you’re giving her treats all the time. It’s not really an earned respect.”

Andrew just clicked his tongue, not justifying Neil’s logic with an answer. He finished his cigarette and snuffed it into the ashtray, sliding down into his chair and bracing both feet on the railing in front of him.

“How was practice?”

“Junkie.” Andrew said. Of course Neil was thinking about Exy at 2 am while he was away visiting his crazy mafia family. Andrew shook his head.

“If you want to talk about Exy, call Kevin.” He added for good measure.

“He’s probably up watching the USC game…” There was a long moment of silence from the other end of the line, as if Neil was considering it but Andrew gave in. He wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t want Neil to go just yet.

“Practice was boring, but it’s Exy so that’s to be expected. The new striker tripped on his laces, so that was a highlight.”

“Did you have something to do with his untied shoelaces?”

“No. No fun that way.”

“Sure…”

“Coach said you don’t need to start this week. He knows you’re getting back right back a couple hours before the game and might be jet lagged or whatever.”

“Oh.” Neil said. Andrew could hear the strained panic in his voice and let it hang there for a moment as punishment for making him talk about the game to begin with. Finally he added,

“I told him if you didn’t start, I wouldn’t try. So sleep on the plane.”

Andrew could hear Neil let out a breath before he hummed appreciatively and Andrew could imagine the face Neil was probably making now.

“Stop.” Andrew said.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re smiling fondly at nothing, I can tell.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re a bad liar. You used to be better at it.”

Neil scoffed through the phone before they sank into a comfortable silence, each man looking out into the nighttime ahead of him. Andrew could hear Neil stifle a yawn on the other end of the line.

“Neil.” Andrew said, voice quiet now.

“Andrew.”

“Go to bed.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Don’t act like an idiot.”

“I’m not.” Neil insisted, unsuccessfully trying to hide another yawn.

“I hate you.” Andrew said, words lacking any bite.

“So you’ve said.” Neil said.

“At least go inside. If you catch a cold, you can’t play.”

Andrew could hear fumbling through the speaker as the city noises got quieter and were replaced by the hushed tones of a quiet house. There was the creaking of feet on stairs and the soft thump of a door being firmly shut. The next time Neil spoke, his voice was low and quiet, not much louder than a whisper.

“I’m in bed. Happy?”

Andrew just let out a grunt in response, pulling himself up and out of his chair on the balcony to go inside, sliding the glass door shut and locking it again.

He observed the bed to find that King still hadn’t stirred from Neil’s pillow and at some point, Sir had come in from the kitchen and was sleeping on Neil’s side too. They weren’t the same as Neil, but Andrew found he appreciated their presence in the bed. He’d gotten used to the weight of a second person.

“Sir is trying to crowd me out of the bed.” Andrew complained, moving carefully under the blanket, trying not to shake Sir.

“Sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not sleeping on the couch so that the cats can have the bed to themselves.”

“I would.”

“Well you’re an idiot so it makes sense.” Andrew said.

Neil audibly yawned, but Andrew knew better than to tell him to sleep again. Instead, he just stayed quiet and let Neil tell him about the weird bedroom he was sleeping in before moving on to talk about all of the extended family members he’d met while he’d been in England. Just as Andrew had suspected, his voice got slower as he went on, finally trailing out and going quiet. Andrew listened to him breathing for a couple minutes before hanging up and sliding his phone onto the nightstand.

Andrew pulled the comforter up a little, settling in and looking up at the ceiling. Just a few more days and Neil would be home. Andrew smiled a little to himself before sinking into sleep.

#fanfic #aftg #andriel #neil x andrew

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Boo!

Jameson Jackson has discovered his natural ability to walk quietly, and scare everyone around him. So...he takes advantage of this!

Recently, Jamie investigated a fact about himself that he was sorta familiar with: he’s really quiet. Now, Jamie was well aware of how quiet he is. But what he didn’t know, was that he could scare people with his quiet nature.

There have been moments where Jamie is capable of walking into a room, staying quiet, and waiting for someone to realize and freak out.

He remembered one time a couple months ago, when Jamie was walking into Dr. Schneeplestein’s office. He remembered Schneeplestein being focused on his doctor notes, when Jamie simply touched his shoulder. Schneeplestein let out the loudest squeal he had ever seen, before shouting “VÖGELN” right after. Jamie had bursted out laughing at the reaction, and wounded up forgetting what he wanted him for!

Another moment occurred, when he was grabbing a snack from the fridge. Chase was leaning on the island, looking at his phone as Jamie opened up the fridge door. Just from the sound alone, Chase gasped, dropped his phone and hissed the word “Jesus” before laughing in embarrassment. Jamie signed the word ‘sorry’ over and over again, and even though Chase forgave him and laughed it off, he still felt slightly bad.

One of the best reactions, was when he had walked up to ask Marvin something. He had been just sitting on a chair, watching TV. He was surprised that he hadn’t seen Jamie coming from the TV. One simple hand on the shoulder, sent Marvin flying! He jumped right off the chair, and yelled a mixture of giggles, mumbles and curse words. The only words that could be understood properly, were the words Jackie let out right after: “WHAT THE FUCK REACTION WAS THAT?!”.

The truth was, there was another fact no one really knew about Jamie: the dapper boy really liked hearing people’s laughs. So, Jamie’s ability to scare people, also made laughs come out of the reactions. So, Jamie decided to take advantage of this talent. Every time he would try to get someone’s attention, he would tickle them to get some laughter out as well. So, Jamie waited for the perfect day...

One day, it came! From the moment he woke up, Jamie knew: he wanted to tickle some people. So, he set off around the house, looking for his first victim.

The first person he had found, was Marvin in the living room. Jamie senses the magician would be here, as this was his favourite spot to hang out. He was currently reading a biography on what looked to be Harry Houdini upon first glance. So, Jamie snuck up behind his chair, and...

Squeezed his stomach on both sides!

Marvin let out a squeal. “EEEEEK! NOHOHO! MYHY BOHOHOHOOK!” Marvin shouted through a newfound laughing fit. Jamie didn’t remove his hands, but instead worked themselves up to the sides of his bony ribs. As soon as the first row of ribs was felt, they were pushed and scratched with a pair of curious fingers. “WHOHOHO’S TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE?!” Marvin shouted, before running forward right off of the chair and onto the floor.

After letting the 5 second giggle fit pass, Marvin looked up and noticed who it was!

“JJ...I should’ve known...” Marvin muttered.

‘Surprise!’ Jamie signed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, surprise and whatever...why?” Marvin asked.

‘Your laugh is cute.’ Jamie replied, signing the word ‘cute’ by placing the index finger and middle finger on his chin, and pulling his two fingers down into his hand, like a loose fist.

Marvin froze for a moment, unable to take the compliment at first. In an attempted reply, Marvin could only whine and cower in embarrassment. Though, he could only cower for so long, because Jamie had soon ran over, uncurled the magician and started tickling him further.

“GAHA! Hahahaha! Jahahahamie! Cohohohome ohohohon!” Marvin said through his giddy laughter. To help with the attack, Jamie took Marvin’s magic wand, and pulled the white lid off the top. Suddenly, a bunch of feathers popped out! This was supposed to happen, since the wand was designed that way. Jamie had decided to take advantage of this design choice, and wiggle it in the air for Marvin to see.

Marvin whined. “W-ait! Ple-please...not that...” Marvin begged.

Jamie tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy. Instead of asking the question ‘why’, Jamie started shaking it lightly in front of him, to check for a cat toy bell. Hilariously, there was one! Jamie giggled at a thought that went through his head, before deciding to try it. He tried teasing Marvin with the wand above his head, treating it like a cat toy.

“Dude, I’m not a cat-“ Marvin said, before falling into a curious trance. His eyes dilated bigger, as he stared intently at the feather toy. When Jamie moved it left and right, Marvin would follow it wherever it went. When Jamie shook it above him, Marvin would giggle with a toothy smile. When the feather was brought up and down, Marvin would follow it up and down as well. And, Jamie even booped Marvin’s nose with it! Marvin in response to the nose boop, ended up going cross-eyed to see his nose. This made Jamie laugh.

‘You’re a little kitty!’ Jamie reacted.

“No I’m not.” Marvin replied, obviously lying.

Jamie nodded. ‘Yes you are.’ Jamie told him.

“No I’m not.” Marvin repeated.

Jamie shook the wand. ‘You really are.’ Jamie reminded him.

“Am not- Hehehehey! EEEEK! Stahahahap thahahahat!” Marvin tried to argue, before bursting into more laughter. Jamie had managed to catch him in his argument by wiggling his fingers on his belly.

“Aww! Does the little kitty want a belly rub?” Jamie asked, pulling out his dialogue slides to tease him further.

“Whahahahat?! Ihihi’m nahahat aha kihihihitty!” Marvin argued through his giggles.

Jamie narrowed his eyes and smirked, before giving his mask a couple pokes.

‘Cat mask.’ Jamie signed, before grabbing and shaking the feather wand in front of his face again. Jamie pointed to the feather wand, and pointed at the cat mask. ‘Cat.’ Jamie concluded.

Marvin, utterly embarrassed that Jamie was calling him out on his cat-like antics, started looking away from him. Jamie, feeling slightly bad, tapped him on the shoulder, and grabbed his face lightly to get him to look at him.

‘You are cute.’ Jamie started with a smile. Marvin let a slight smile appear on his face as well. ‘Cute is good.’ Jamie told him, fluffing his hair before getting off of him. After helping Marvin back into his feet and picking up his book for him, Jamie walked away and looked around for his next victim.

After a bit of walking, Jamie soon found his upcoming victim: Jackieboy Man. Jackie was currently practicing climbing in the climbing corner, set up on the top floor of the house. The climbing corner consisted of different types of monkey bars, surrounded by nets and mats to save a person if they fall. Jamie hid behind a patted pole, and watched as Jackie climbed from one side of the room to the other, using ropes onto monkey bars! It was very impressive to watch.

Soon, Jamie’s opportunity arose when Jackie had grabbed a red, spinning, wheel bar. Jackie was currently spinning on it with his back (unknowingly) towards Jamie. The dapper boy let a smirk grow into his lips as he jumped out of his hiding spot, before taking off in a quick sprint. He sprinted as quietly, yet as swiftly as he could. With Jackie’s body getting closer with every step, Jamie took a risky leap and got ready to tackle the superhero down from behind.

Suddenly, Jackie felt a load of...someone hit him from behind! Completely unexpecting it, Jackie let go of the wheel bar and allowed himself to fall onto the mat. Despite not expecting the fall, Jackie still landed onto the mat, in the classic superhero landing. Jamie managed to land safely as well, but no landing could truly prove its elegance like Jackie’s did. Despite that though, Jamie grabbed his feet in one arm, and start untying the shoelaces.

“HEY! Who the hell do you think you are?!” Jackie yelled, attempting to kick and wiggle his feet out of the person’s grip. It didn’t take long for his shoes to come falling onto the mat. Soon, Jackie’s yelling was replacing itself with giggles, while his kicking was turning into squirming.

“Let go of me! Lehehe-AAHAHA! NOHOHO! Dahahahamn ihihihit!” Jackie yelled through his laughter. It didn’t take long for Jackie’s mat to be assaulted with his fists as he laughed and attempted to pull his feet away. But, Jamie wasn’t letting go. He knew how much strength Jackie was capable of, so he wanted to see how much he can weaken the man with tickles alone. So, he paused his fingers, placed his hand out and let his appearing magic do its thing. Suddenly, a cloud of dust filled his hand. Once the dust had faded, Jamie smirked at the item in his hand.

A tripod-shaped mini massager.

Jamie just knew that this was gonna tickle like hell! So, he clicked the button on the top and let it vibrate.

“OOOOOH GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!” Jackie shouted, utterly terrified to find out. Fortunately, Jackie was find out a lot sooner than he thought. Not even a second later, Jamie placed the vibrating massager onto his feet. “AaaAAAAAH! DOOOOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” Jackie shouted. Jamie’s smile grew wider as he moved the massager towards his heels. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” Jackie shouted further. After a bit more time spent at his heels, Jamie moved the massager up up up, to his toes! “EEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie shouted, completely controlled by his own ticklish laughter.

To top it all off, Jamie decided to bring one of the massager legs onto the big toe, and drag it down to the baby toe. When it reached the baby toe, he would drag it back up to the big toe, and start again. It was like he was playing the 5 piano keys C, up to G and right back down to C again. It was this action, that caused Jackie’s laughter to go silent. Jamie took this as a sign to stop. He turned off the massager and placed it aside, before laying himself down beside Jackie, to reveal himself.

“Hmm, it was you...you’re lucky I’m exhausted, because otherwise I’d be pounding you right now.” Jackie told him, laying down. Jamie gave him a crooked smile, and sat back up to walk away.

Now, he was onto his next target. He knew just where to go, to find him: the studio. Shawn was always hanging out there. He was always painting things and doing crafts in there. Jamie opened up the door as quietly as he could, and managed to get in without getting his attention. Then, Jamie slowly and quietly, started walking up to Shawn, in his chair and surrounded by his desk of supplies. When he got up as close as possible, he very quietly peered over his shoulder, and noticed him painting. Not wanting to mess up his painting, he decided to wait a bit till he took a break.

2 minutes passed

5 minutes passed

Soon, 10 minutes past. Finally, Shawn placed his brush into the water cup to soak, and laid back in his chair to take a break. He stretched his arms out, before resting his head on his hands. It was here, that Jamie decided to strike. He slowly reached his hands around the sides of the chair, and...gripped his sides.

“AAAAAAH! WHO-“ Shawn yelled, before turning his body around to see who was behind his chair. Shawn’s eyes locked with Jamie’s. It was only for a few moments. Then, Jamie gave Shawn a toothy smile, before wrapping his hands around Shawn and spidering his belly. “HEY! Nahahahaha! Jahahahahamihihihie!” Shawn said through his brand new giggles. Jamie’s toothy smile widened, as his ears absorbed the laughter and processed it excitedly. Shawn rarely laughs, so this was a rare treat!

Suddenly, before Jamie could stop it, Shawn pushed himself back, and made both the chair and his body come crashing onto the floor. The chair, surprisingly, didn’t break! And unsurprisingly, Shawn didn’t either. For Jamie, this was just a grand opportunity to cover him in more tickles! So, he did just that!

“Whyhyhy ahahahare yohohou tihihihihicklihihing mehehehehe?!” Shawn asked.

Jamie stopped his fingers for a minute, so he could answer him. ‘Your laugh is cute! I want to hear more!’ Jamie signed, before resuming his spidery tickle attack.

“Nohohohoho ihihihihihit’s nahahahat! Yohohohour lahahaugh Ihihis cuhuhuhuter!” Shawn argued.

Jamie froze. What did that man just say?

‘You...think my mute laugh is cute?’ Jamie clarified, unable to believe such a thing.

“Uh, ya! It’s so adorable!” Shawn reassured.

‘But-‘ Jamie signed, staring into space as he struggled to process such a thing. ‘...I don’t have a laugh.’ Jamie reminded him.

“Mmm...maybe not, but...you do have reactions. And those, are much more adorable than any laughter your voice could ever create.” Shawn replied. Jamie could feel his cheeks glowing a light red. It didn’t take very long for Jamie’s hands to come up and cover his mouth. In pure embarrassment, Jamie decided to give his hands something to do. He removed his hands from his mouth, and started squeezing and wiggling his fingers all over Shawn’s belly.

“Hehehehey! Juhuhust behehecahahause yohohou’re embahaharrassed, dohoesn’t mehehean yohohou get toho tihihihickle mehehe!” Shawn argued through some more laughter.

Jamie rolled his eyes with a smile, and stopped his tickling to continue signing. ‘I have the best visual reactions! But you! You have the best auditory reactions!’ Jamie declared, before continuing to tickle and squeeze.

“Nohohohoho Ihihihi dohohoho-AAAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! JAHAHAMIHIHIE NOOHOHO!” Shawn suddenly shouted amidst his protests. Jamie gave Shawn a little smirk as he began digging his fingers, specifically his thumbs, into the artist’s hips. Shawn’s giggles had turned into howling laughter, and his subtle squirming had become super frantic! He practically became a human-sized wiggle worm!

Jamie grew wide-eyed before hopping onto his friend. He didn’t quite expect the man to be such a squirmer! So, he steadied himself on Shawn’s waist, and started to squeeze one hip with his right hand, while squeezing his left side with his left hand.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!” Shawn shouted, attempting but failing to curl in on himself.

“Vhat’s vizh all zhe noise??” Someone said through the open door. Shawn paused his hands, and turned around. He recognized the accent. Sure enough, it was Henrik.

‘I’m tickling Shawn.’ Jamie explained. Henrik chuckled and scratched his forehead.

‘Vhy?’ Henrik asked both amused yet confused at the same time.

Jamie pointed at Shawn. ‘His laugh is cute! Therefore:’ Jamie said. Immediately after signing the last word, Jamie shoved his fingers back into Shawn’s hip and side, and started digging and squeezing once again. Shawn abrupted into even more laughter!

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MYHYHY LAHAHAHAUGH IS NAHAHAHAT CUHUHUHUTE!” Shawn argued through his laughter.

Jamie nodded his head, and looked towards Henrik for agreement.

“Oh my god...I mean, he’s not wrong. Your laugh is cute.” Henrik told him with a smile of his own. Jamie pointed at him in thankfulness. He agreed with him! His laughter IS cute! However, Henrik didn’t stay for long. He soon decided to walk away from the doorway and head back to his room.

Jamie lowered his arm and shrugged his shoulders, before changing hand positions. His left hand was now digging into Shawn’s left hip, and his right hand was now squeezing Shawn’s side.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIHIE! IHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEATH!” Shawn warned him.

Jamie could tell he was growing tired, so he stopped his fingers and hopped off the man.

“Heheheheh...th-thahahank yohohou...thank yohohohou...” Shawn said through some leftover giggles. Jamie smiled, and took the time to push Shawn’s messy bangs back in place. Then, Jamie walked away to move onto his next victim.

Jamie walked down the hall, looking at the door he was gonna open up. By now, the original idea of scaring everyone, was thrown out the window, and now this was just tickle attacks all around the house. Jamie opened the door to the Doctor’s room and looked to the left towards Henrik at his desk. He gave him a short wave.

“Hallo Jamie. Done tickling Shawn?” Henrik asked.

Jamie nodded.

“Great. I’m guessing it is my turn?” Henrik asked in a monotone voice, turning his head to Jamie. Henrik immediately noticed Jamie’s growing smirk, and started growing nervous.

“V-Vait a minute...I vas yust kidding! Ha ha funny Yokes?” Henrik asked, attempting to be cool and collected. But, Jamie was walking closer and closer to him. This drove him into panic mode. “Vait-VAIT!” Henrik begged, attempting to make up an excuse before it was too late.

Unfortunately for Henrik, it was already too late. Jamie had grabbed his reached-out arm with two hands, and pulled him into his arms.

“YAMIE! NEI-HIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NEHEHEHEHEHEIN!” Henrik yelled, bursting into hysterical laughter. Jamie began clawing and digging his fingers into Henrik’s ribs, and the spaces in between the ribs. “LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!” Henrik commanded.

However, Jamie was stubborn. He has refused to let go until he has heard a large amount of laughter from the man. Henrik was always so stressed. So, some laughter could definitely do him some good!

“ZHIHIHIHIS IHIHIS NUHUHUHUHUTS!” Henrik shouted further. Jamie tolled his eyes and shook his head with a smirk on his face. He paused his fingers for a moment and thought up a speech slide with dialogue on it. Then, he made it appear in his hand, before handing it to Henrik.

“‘This isn’t nuts. This is amusing’- Ey! Fuck you and your fuckin’ cards!” Henrik yelled, growing annoyed by Jamie’s antics.

Jamie let out a gasp. Jamie’s jaw dropped, and his eyes had narrowed to make a dramatic offended face. In reaction to such language, Jamie grabbed Henrik’s arms and lifted them above his head.

In one swift move, Jamie used his magic to tie Henrik’s hands together above his head. Next, he brought Henrik’s arms above Jamie’s head, and around his neck. Now, Henrik was stuck with his hands extended behind Jamie’s neck! And; arms in place and armpits exposed, Jamie skittered his fingers all over Henrik’s armpits.

“YYYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HALT! HAHAHAHALT! EHEHES KIHIHIHITZELT!” Henrik begged as much as he could through his laughter. His movements were somewhat restricted because of the position he was in. But, it didn’t stop the poor, ticklish doctor from squirming and wiggling as much as he could. “BIHIHITTE HÖHÖHÖR AHAHAHAUF! ICH FLEHE DIHIHIHICH AHAHAHAN!” Henrik yelled, reverting back to his native language.

Jamie’s eyes widened. That was A LOT more German than he actually knew! But thankfully, a translating dialogue slide managed to help him out:

‘Stop! Stop! It tickles! Please stop! I’m begging you!’

Jamie nodded in understanding, before moving back to the previous spot. Now, Jamie wanted to try the top, middle and bottom of Henrik’s ribs. Jamie moved down to the first couple ribs on the bottom, and clawed a couple fingers into it. “BAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VAHAHAHAHAIT!” Henrik shouted, reverting back to Jamie’s English language. Jamie soiled at this. Strange how Henrik will go from one language to the other. It was kinda cute, actually.

Next, Jamie moved his hands up to the middle of the rib cage, and squeezed them. Henrik let out a loud high pitched squeal, before giggling in that same high pitch. After that amazing reaction, Jamie reverted back to the clawing strategy, applying it to the middle ribs.

“EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA! ZUHUHU KIHIHITZLIHIHIHIG!” Henrik shouted, reverting back to German.

‘Too tickly!’ The dialogue slide read.

Jamie practically squealed at the adorable reaction! It was like he was tickling an adorable man-child!

To end things off, Jamie shoved his hands back into Henrik’s armpits for one more tickle.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHICH BRAHAHAHAUCHE EHEINE PAHAHAHAHAUSE!” Henrik shouted one last time, staying in German.

‘I need a break!’ The dialogue slide translated.

Jamie nodded in understanding and stopping his fingers. He allowed Henrik to breath in as much air as he could, before pulling Henrik’s arms over his head and undoing the rope. Though, Jamie should’ve gotten ready for the fall, because almost immediately, Henrik’s exhausted body completely collapsed onto the ground.

Surprisingly, Henrik didn’t react in pain. He...bursted into more giggles! Was some of the giggles in his lungs blasted out from the sudden fall? Or was Henrik growing loopy from all the dopamine going through his head? Jamie couldn’t tell you.

Either way, Jamie scooped up the giggly man bridal style, and started heading down the hall to take him to his room. But, halfway through the walk, Henrik started leaning his head against Jamie’s arm and cozying himself into Jamie. Jamie let a little quiet chuckle leave his mouth.

“Mmmm...so comfyyyyyy.” Henrik mumbled in a baby voice. Jamie smiles genuinely, and turned the corner into Henrik’s room. There, Jamie slowly placed the man down onto the bed and tucked him in under the covers. But right as Jamie was tucking in the other side, Henrik decided to pull a Buddy Elf move and start a revengeful tickle fight right there.

Jamie squealed and curled away, as Henrik jumped out of his blanket and started tickling Jamie on the bed. Jamie only laughed, kicked and occasionally attempted to wiggle himself away. But, there was no escaping that doctor.

To make matters worse, Marvin and Shawn had followed Henrik’s laughter and finally found the pair in Henrik’s room. Noticing that Henrik was getting revenge on Jamie, they decided to join too! Shawn hopped up onto Jamie’s hips and started squeezing his sides, while Marvin came up to his ears and started lightly scratching the back of his ears.

By now, Jamie was squirming absolutely everywhere! He couldn’t get away from any of them! If he tried, he would be pulled back in and tickled again! And the crazy part? Soon, Jackie had found them and joined them. He ended up seeing if Jamie’s feet were ticklish. Sure enough, his toes were really bad!

And so...Jamie’s tickle fight was long-time overdue...But, it happened and that’s all that matters.

#ticklefic #lee!marvin #lee!jackie #lee!henrik #lee!shawn #switch!jj

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rainbow-robin · 5 years

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nancy wheeler - ronance

prompt number: seventeen - “there is just something about them/her/him.”

fandom: stranger things (robin buckley x nancy wheeler)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: none whatsoever.

word count: 1.4k

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the doorbell rang, audible from almost every corner of the harrington house. it was sunday, and steve had asked his parents if he could have a friend over when robin called him on the phone a half hour ago. they'd seemed okay with it at the time, but once they'd answered the door to a smiling robin buckley, they were absolutely outraged.

"you never told us this 'friend' of yours was a girl!" his mother yelled. robin had been greeted politely and invited into the house. she lingered in the living room, now, while steve's parents scolded him.

"mom, she's not- it's not- it's not like that! we're friends! nothing more, nothing less!" he assured her. "i mean, if we were actually together i would've just snuck her in through the wind-" mrs. harrington raised her eyebrow, causing her son to quiet down.

"you can have her over here, but your father will be checking up on you every thirty minutes, so don't get any ideas! isn't that right, honey?"

"huh? yes," mr. harrington looked up, giving his son a stern look after realizing what was going on. steve rolled his eyes, looking away.

"we're not going to be doing anything!" he insisted.

"i know you won't, because your dad will be telling me when he checks in,"

"whatever," steve said, walking around his parents and back out into the living room. robin looked from him to his mother, who was now smiling pleasantly. "let's go," steve said, motioning for her to follow him as he jumped up the stairs.

robin sat on the floor as steve closed his bedroom door. he sat down next to her. "what did you want to talk about?" he asked her.

robin took a deep breath, before calmly reciting the following sentence: "i think i have a crush on nancy wheeler,"

"what did i tell you!" steve jumped to his feet immediately, a huge grin spreading on his face. "not a priss, right?"

"not at all," robin stared longingly into steve's wall, the corners of her lips curving ever-so-slightly into the subtlest smile. "she's just so... badass,"

"i know!" steve said excitedly, the smile on his face continuing to grow. "that's what i've been trying to tell you!"

"well, you're not exactly the brightest," robin said, focusing back on her friend. "it wouldn't have been smart of me to trust your judgment. especially on girls,"

"what's that supposed to mean?" steve's smile dissipated, and was replaced with a feigned look of hurt. "i'm steve 'the hair' harrington! king steve! i know everything there is to know about girls!"

"is that farrah fawcett?" robin giggled, pointing to a bottle of hairspray that was left carelessly on the top of steve's dresser. the boy hurriedly grabbed it, fumbling to get it into a drawer as quickly as possible.

"no. no!" he said, nervously laughing at the absurdity of such a question. his hand flew up to his head, and he ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back on his dresser in what he thought to be a casual manner. "why would i, a m-" steve looked behind him to make sure there were no more discarded hairspray bottles littering his room- "a man have a spray bottle of farrah fawcett?"

robin was rolling on the floor now, laughing like crazy. she hadn't heard a single word of what steve had just said. "you use farrah fawcett! king steve's swoop isn't natural!"

"shhh, shut up!" the boy said, throwing a glance at his door. he lowered his voice, moving closer to her as he joined her on the floor again. "fine. i use farrah fawcett. but tell anyone, and you're dead,"

robin was trying to answer, but kept stopping to laugh. "steve- steve 'the hair' - harrington-" she was wheezing, entirely unable to finish her sentence.

"i liked it better when we were talking about nancy," steve remarked, his expression entirely blank.

robin wiped under her eye, finally containing herself. "okay, fine," she said with one last chuckle. "she's so pretty,"

steve perked up at this, nodding his head eagerly. "super pretty. my favorite thing about her is that she's not afraid to fight back," he smiled fondly, remembering the days when they were together. "what's your favorite thing?"

robin looked deep in thought. "i don't know... there is just something about her." the girl grinned down at her lap. "she's amazing,"

"i know, i know," steve said proudly. "you've gotta start listening to me more often, buckley."

robin gave him a look, causing both of them to laugh. "surrre. the thing is though, i've only talked to her for ten seconds. i'm pretty sure she doesn't even remember my name," steve nodded, listening. "remember when she cocked that gun? god, that was so hot,"

steve agreed, staring at his shoes. "you know the only thing i don't get?" robin said, looking up at steve with a small smile. "why would someone as totally awesome as nancy wheeler ever date a dingus like you?"

"i don't know," steve said, almost sadly, looking down into his lap. the smile fell from robin's face as she realized she'd poked a soft spot in him.

"hey," she reached for his hand, taking it in hers. steve looked up at her. "i'm sure you were a great boyfriend." she smiled at her friend, watching the frown disappear from his face. "even if you are a dingus,"

"yeah, i am pretty great," steve reasoned, grinning once again. "nancy deserves someone better though. and that would've been jonathan, but now that he's gone-" steve stopped talking, a look of utter shock and excitement dominating his face.

"what?" robin asked worriedly, she let go of his hand, giving him a light slap on the cheek. he remained grinning like an absolute maniac. "steve? steve, are you okay?"

"we need to find a way to get the two of you together," he concluded, positively beaming as he stood. "yes! you're perfect for her! and since jonathan left, i'll bet she has a bunch of free time, and will be looking for new frie-"

"steve," robin said seriously, taking him by the shoulders. she was standing now too, staring directly into his eyes. "that's insane,"

steve made a face. "no it isn't? did you not hear anything i just said?"

robin laughed. "i couldn't have picked a bigger dumbass to be my best friend if i tried," she thought to herself.

"i heard everything you just said, harrington. that's what makes it crazy!" steve threw her a puzzled look, and she sighed in exasperation. "no way am i dating nancy wheeler! she doesn't even know my last name!"

"alright!" steve shrugged, wiggling out of robin's grip. "so there's a couple of obstacles in the road! we can work through them! the robin i know would never give up that easily!"

"well the robin you know is looking at you right now, and telling you- it's not happening," the girl looked dead serious as she plopped down onto his bed. "ever,"

"uhhh... yeah it is," steve said defiantly. "i bet nancy has a crush on you too!" he moved to sit next to robin.

"yeah," she scoffed. "because the girl whose boyfriend just moved away, she's totally into girls!"

"bisexual people exist, robin," steve said, tutting his tongue. "that's very exclusionist of you,"

robin perked up at this. "you think she might be?" the girl asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. her eyes were wide, and full of hope.

"definitely," steve said. "i bet she's writing in her diary right now, how much she loves you! how she just wants to kiss you, and hold your hand, and-"

as steve was talking, his bedroom door opened. his father peeked in suspiciously, eyeing the two kids. they couldn’t have been placed farther apart, steve standing in one corner of the room, and robin about six or seven feet away, seated on the edge of the boy’s bed.

the two of them made eye contact with each other before bursting into a fit of giggles, much to the confusion of mr. harrington.

"don't... don't get into any trouble kids," steve's dad warned as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "i'm... coming back soon,"

the man walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, and leaving two kids cry-laughing on the floor.

when the both of them had finally settled down, robin slid off of the bed, reclaiming her seat on the floor. "so, harrington..." she fiddled with the aglet at the end of her shoelace.

steve smirked. he was pretty sure he had an idea of what robin was going to say next. "yessss?" he taunted, looking at her expectantly.

robin sighed, finally looking up at him. "tell me about this plan for nancy and i,"

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littlelittleticklishboy · 4 years

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4 Every bully has his weakness

(Pre story:)

Lucas and I grew up in the same town. After years of being separated we were once again in the same class. But this time was different. He chanced, in a bad way. Alongside others he bullied me every other day. But Lucas had a weakness. He was extremely ticklish. When i got older and we passed our exams i was having a fantasy about one thing: Tormenting him until he begs for mercy. )

PLEASE NOTE: This scenario is a fantasy that i came up with. The story plays when we both passed the age of 18 all characters in my stories are boys over the age of 18+

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March 27 2027

*I was just cleaning up the attic and came across an old photo book of middle school.”Class of 2016” I flipped it over and saw the face of Lucas Madison. He and his group of friends tormented me everday. Calling me gay, stealing my stuff, beating me up. I became angry and i trew the album away. I layed in bed and fell in a deep sleep. Thinking of the one thing i always wanted to do with Lucas.

Into the dreamworld:

*I was driving in the street were Lucas was living. We both lived in the capital of our city and by complete luck we lived about 10 minutes apart. Lucas had very rich parents and got his own house when he reached the age of 18. I parked my car next to his driveway and got out. I opened the trunk and hid inside. I knew Lucas had a meeting every friday with his college friends and he left everytime at 5 pm. While waiting i was thinking: “After all these years i’m finally getting my revenge.” i’ve made the perfect plan to give my old bully a piece of his own medicine.

Wait untill he gets outside

Ko him with sleeping powder

Take him to my house and start having fun.

*at home everything was set. This plan couldn’t fail. I still was exited and my heart was beating out of my chest*

*At 5pm i saw Lucas leaving his house. I couldn’t see much because of my hiding spots so i was listening very carefully when i had to strike. When he went passed my car i jumped out of the trunk and smacked the sleeping powder in his face. He fell down right into my arms and i dragged him into my car. Now the fun will really start!*

Payback time!

*We arrived at my house and it was time to put my plan into action. I opened the backdoor and lifted my victim up *Lucky for me lucas is very small (155 CM) and not very heavy. I took him into my house and walked up the stairs to my bedroom i layed him down on the bed and put his hands and legs into the cuffs that i installed before his arrival. I also blindfolded him and gagged him with a piece of crap paper and ducktape. I then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my old sleeping Classmate. I had some time to think back about how he was in high school

My history with lucas,

*I Knew Lucas way back before high school. We met at the age of 5 in first grade. We both lived in a small place where everbody went to the same school. Quite frankly he and i, alongside a few other boys were bestfriends. It was in 4th grade that my parents took a divorce and me, my mom and my brother moved to the big city, leaving everything behind. When i went to high school we came into the same class. But everything had changed. He was now a populair kid and he, alongside the other boys started tormenting me everyday. He made my life miserable. It was by pure accident that i discovered Lucas was by far the most ticklish boy in our school. The girls gave him a lot of tickle attacks and he was always crying for mercy in a few seconds. I always dreamed of tickling the crap out of him*

Lets begin:

*And now i have him all for myself. It was time to get started. I grabbed one of his shoes and untied the shoelaces. I pulled the shoe of his feet revealing a blue socked foot. I dragged a finger across the sock to wake him up. Lucas started to wake up and first went bonkers. I heard him screaming but after a few seconds he stopped and went dead silent. I could feel that he knows he’s fucked. I dragged a finger across the feet resulting in a shock reaction. I pulled the sock of his feet revealing a perfect sole. . He had a size 7 and very clean feet. I spidered some fingers across his feet. At first he didn’t move an inch. But when i tickled under his toes i released a different kind of scream. I hear the sound of muffled “Stops, fucks, and laughter” and i was very exited to explore the rest of this tickle toy. I pulled of his other sock and starts tickling both feet. Lucas was yelling from laughter in his gag. His face was hot red en wet from his tears. After 10 more minutes i gave the poor boy a break to catch his breath*

*after he catched his breath i grabbed a pair of scissors and with 4 cuts lucas was shirtless. He has a nice tan and a very soft skin he had a slim posture and no hair at all. I circled one of my fingers against his nipples making him freak out at first. When i started to rub the other one i heard that Lucas was holding back a moan. I stopped teasing for now and grabbed a bottle of oil. I gave him a massage while spreading the oil. Lucas was silent. I put the bottle away and started a full attack on his upper body. The room was again filled with gagged screams. After a while Lucas screamed so much the ducktape fell of his mouth. He spat out the gag and he is back to his old self. He immediately started yelling at me: “What the fuck are you doing!!” Let me go you perverted fuck!!!” yooooooooou caaaaant do this” I switched places from sides to armpits releasing a bigger reaction than ever. “If i were you i would back that tone up little boy” i sped the tickling up and very soon after that the demands turned into begging and apologies. He was screaming and tears were flowing down his eyes. After another 20 minutes i stopped. “Time to move you” *I said* i untied my victim and as i suspected he was to weak to resist. I lifted him up and carried him to the basement*

Round 2

*i arrived into the basement and already had a setup for the next part of my revenge. I had an installation to train my uplifts and attached cuffs to the bottom and top. I spread his legs and tied him up. “Lets make things more exiting” *I said and i blindfolded him. “Hmm something is still not right” i said. “Aaah you are still wearing to much clothes” *referring to his jeans* he was wearing a nice black levis jeans. I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled it down, revealing a black calvin clein boxer. “YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME! YOU ARE SICK!” “I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT IF I FIND OUT I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!!” *He continued to insult me and i gagged him with a sock of him and a piece of ducktape.

*unlike Lucas i did made quite a change growing up, which was the reason he didn’t knew who i was. It was almost 10 years since middle school and at that time i was short, chubby and nerdy. Now i was a long, grown, classy man who was sick of being the victim.

*I grabbed some baby oil and started to massage my victim. Spreading the oil over his whole body. I grabbed 2 feathers and started circling the tips over his nipples. Again I noticed that i was fighting the sensation but after a few minutes i heard soft moans and his body started swinging from left to right. I put the feathers back on the table and started spidering my fingers over his upper body. First the sides i went up and down and adjusted my speed every time. He tried to hold in his laughter but i saw that his face was turning red. I moved my fingers to his armpit. I started with one finger, poking inside the armpit, still no reaction, i added 4 more fingers and focused on his left armpit, still no reaction. I then stopped and waited a few seconds. I then surprised attacked him with all my fingers at the same time and he bursted into laughter.

He shook his arms and legs into the cuffs but was going nowhere. I moved one hand to his left side and started to attack it. I saw tears rolling from beneath the blindfold and his laughter turned into hysterical screams. I grabbed 2 electric toothbrushes and flipped them one. I started from the bottom of his feet and went up slowly. When i reached his groin i placed the toothbrushes on both sides releasing a scream of fright. I removed the gag and he immediately started to beg. “Please mister, i beg you” *He was gasping for air and words* “I cant handle this anymore” “whatever i did to you i am sorry for but please please release me” *I stopped tickling for a second and replied with “I Appreciate your apology but its far to late for that. In the past you had your fun tormenting me and now the tides have turned” *I stopped talking for a second* “but since your are sorry i’m rewarding you with a short brake. *I Saw that he was relieved*

The test

*I grabbed a glass of water and gave Lucas a sip of it i cleaned the sweat, tears and oil from his body with a wet towel and looked at him again. I knew Lucas was homophobic but i also noticed a small bulge in his underwear. I knew the tickling turned him on in a way and now it was time for a little game* “Now for your reward im testing how much you can handle” *I saw a mix of confusion and fear on his face* I grabbed the scissors and sliced his boxers away for his height he had a pretty big cock, it had no pubes and was a little bit erect* “No Please dont do this.... Im not gay or whatever” “i fear that you dont have a single thing to say about this” *i replied* now you can make it stop by begging me to cum. Untill that moment i’m non stopping teasing you. Lets see how much this big boy can handle. “NO WAY” *He screamed* “IM NEVER GOING TO BEG YOU TO LET ME CUM PERVERT” “We will see about that”

*I grabbed a feather and started to stroke up and down his shaft. Accelerating my pace. Lucas tried with all his power to fight the sensation but i wouldn’t stop till i broke this boy down. I replaced the feather with an eletric toothbrush and starting rubbing his balls. Moving up and down and between his legs. He was still fighting but his cock started to erect slowly knowing that my methods were working. I moved the toothbrush back up and paused it on the tip of his cock. The vibrations of the toothbrush was very intense for Lucas and finally i heard a moan, and another one, and another one. “Just give in Lucas, i Know you are enjoying this. I doesn’t matter. “I oooh.. i aaaaaah.... I dont like it..... please staaaahp” “You can say what you want but im not stopping till i hear you confess and beg” With my other hand i grabbed a second brush and started to stimulate his nipples. Going from left to right and in circles changing the speed* i saw that the fighting has stopped and saw him Relaxing his body. The moans intensified and his dick was now rock hard, I grabbed some lube and started to jerk him of. When he reached his climax i stopped. “Why..... Why.... are you stopping” “Say it” “Never” Okay we try again in 20 minutes. I gagged and blindfolded him again, started a timer and continued to tease the fully erect boy to his limits

20 minutes later

*after the the timer went off i stopped and removed the gag and blindfolds. “Well?” *I said* *he was dead silent. His whole body was covered in sweat and he was leaking pre cum* “okay lets try again in 30 minutes this time” i grabbed the blinding tools again when suddenly i finally heard it “Okay you win... I like what yoy doing” *he stopped for a second and with a face of mercy he begged: “Please finish it and let me cum” *I smiled and said “Good boy was it that hard?” *I grabbed some lube and continued jerking him off. The moans became louder..., and louder..., and louder, he then widened his eyes and shot a massive load in the air.” He then passed out. From all the exitement

*I was thinking he had enough. I untied him, cleaned the cum of his body and did some new clothes on his body. I grabbed his backpack and looked for a house key. I grabbed the boy and carried him to my car. I drove him home, layed him on his bed and left.

The next day

*Lucas woke up and was in a state of confusing. He had a very unusual dream in which he was kidnapped, tickled and jerked. He jumped out of bed and saw some clothes he didn’t recognized. It was a very expensive daily paper training suit and quite frankly, the one Lucas always wanted. He checked the pockets and found a note. He read the note saying.

“What happened tonight is our little secret. Even you will never confess it i know you liked what i did. If you ever want to have more fun text this number .....” See you soon

Regards TA”

P.S You didn’t change one bit after high school :)”

*He couldn’t believe his eyes. It wasn’t a dream at all. He was kidnapped by a strange man. He thought back at middle school and he thought Of all the nerds he picked on. He then grabbed his phone, dailed the number and texted “Hey.... its Lucas.”

This was a blast to write. Im now looking for a way to make the layout of my stories better. Work in progress

#boy #tickle #tickled #ticklefic #tickleforever #tickling #boytickle #twinktickled #ticklerevenge #endurancetickling

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unholyhelbig · 5 years

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Knock, Three Times

A/N: Okay, so you guys know that horror is kinda my element. Which makes me sad that I missed out on the first day. I did actually write something but didn’t like it- so I might post it later!

Fic Title: Knock, Three Times.

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Day #2: Accidentally Summoning a Demon

The hospital’s corridors were bleach white. There was no color to the hallways or even the rooms. Just an undeniable white that countered the fluorescent lights with a brightness of their own. Walls were devoid of posters telling patients to keep their heads up and instead were replaced with chain-locked doors. Deadbolted and impossible to move.

Beca Mitchell chose not to look at those doors, the numbers painted in black and chipping away to reveal even more white. She could still tell that they counted up in even numbers. A little window carved out of each metal slab to give the patient, the prisoner, a better view of the world. Which just happened to be a blank nothingness.

“Don’t’ feel bad for them.” The guard walking with her snapped her from her haze. One of those women who had probably gone straight from the military into a psychiatric hospital. She wasn’t like the nurses dressed in a sunny yellow. She had a gun attached to her belt and her features were stoic with knowledge. “They made choices that threw them in here, just like you made the choice to visit your friend. Most of them are killers and crooks just trying to seem insane.”

“Do you ever believe them?” Beca took to asking instead of denying what the woman had said.

“You can’t believe anything other than what’s in front of you in my line of work, honey.”

Beca decided to leave it at that. It was a cynical way to look at the world, but she understood. Women who drowned their own kids, and men who had purposely driven a van through a campground without stopping. All claiming insanity and sticking to the guilty plea. She didn’t strive to make eye contact with any of them, caged and desperate for an ounce of human contact.

They walked a few more feet before a long stretch of windows let in some natural light. It soothed Beca, seeing the stretch of barbed wire and chain link fence wasn’t the same as a beach view, but it told of a world further from this one.

The guard fumbled with the keys on her belt before pulling one covered with masking tape to the front. Room 113 was written in sharpie sloppily. “Right, well, I will be right outside of this door. You feel uncomfortable, or in danger at all, then you just pound on the wall three times and I’ll pull you out. Handle her.”

“What will you do?” Beca’s voice was tight, scanning over the baton she had on her leather belt, and then back to the gun that was a few inches away. “I mean, you won’t hurt her, will you?”

“Relax, sweetie, It’s a sedative.”

Beca didn’t’ know if that soothed her nerves at all but she again let the words hang in the stale air. She had the nervous instinct to play with her keys that she usually kept in her jacket pocket, but they had stripped her of the whole coat. Took her belt, and her shoelaces too. The tongues of her shoes flopped as they walked to their destination.

The metal door creaked open and the hinges groaned in exhaustion. She was hit with the instant scent of rot, not so much as fruit that had succumbed to the elements- more like an old library that was filled with leather-bound books, pages disintegrating the second gloveless fingers touched the print.

Her room was bigger than Beca would have guessed, not large, but more than a classic jail cell. It was white too, but some letters were tacked to the walls and a small window rested on the far wall, barred and then barred again. There was a metal desk and a bookshelf that was occupied to its capacity. They had started to pile on the floor next to the raised cot that had a folded blanket and one bare pillow.

Beca jumped when the door slammed behind her. The girl who was huddled up on the windowsill didn’t so much as look up from the novel in her grasp. Pale and slimmer than she remembers- Emily Junk looked dwarfed in the grey sweatpants and stained white t-shirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and her features were shadowed by the outside light. Maybe it was a better view than the barbed wire on the other side.

“They didn’t’ tell me you were coming.” She finally said after a long bout of silence. “I would have tidied up a little bit.”

Beca scanned the girl with wide eyes, those greenish-brown ones finally finding hers with an uncharacteristically simple smile. Too simple for the girl that was trapped in a mandated insane asylum, though, she had read somewhere that they weren’t supposed to call it that anymore. Something about rehabilitation. She had a feeling that Emily was never going to find her way back into society.

“Lighten up a little, it was a joke. It’s okay to laugh.” She spoke again, putting the book down on the nearby desk and adjusting her position so her feet were hanging off her perch. “You look good, California has made you tan.”

“I never went. I put the album on hold for a little, until the trial-“She swallowed thickly, trying to gauge a reaction, but she never got one. “Things need to settle down at home before I make a new one.”

Beca thought she registered a look of guilt from Emily, but she was standing before the other girl was completely sure. Crossing the room to set the book down on the cot and then herself in the corner. Beca could feel the chill of the metal door on her back, almost through her t-shirt. She was pining for that jacket that they had stolen and housed in a plastic bin.

“You know, the only people who visit me in here are my lawyers. And Aubrey that one time. That was in the beginning though.”

“You killed someone, Emily, can you blame them?” A type of fire licked at her stomach. She was told not to say anything, not to bring up why Emily was in here in the first place, that it could damage her recovery process. Beca quickly clenched her jaw shut and looked away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“You don’t’ have to tip-toe around me, Beca.”

Emily was standing again, directly across from her in the small expanse of blank space not occupied by an item of furniture. Her hands were slack in the pockets of her sweatpants. “What’d they tell you, that I’m liable to snap? To forget everything they’re trying to do to me? Not likely. You can’t erase something like that, no matter how pokey they get with their sticks.”

Beca’s eyes hardened “Why’d you do it, then? Because I’m not buying this whole demon excuse.”

It had all been so fast, raining the night that Beca got the call from Aubrey. Aubrey who had found Emily covered in black syrup in the center of a salt drawn circle. She had panicked, thought it was the younger girl's blood. That’s when she found the neighbor in the bathtub, draining slowly and meticulously. Beca never questioned the design the salt was in or the book that was opened beside her to a blank page. None of it made sense.

“You of all people should be the most willing to accept that as an excuse.” She lifted a brow. “After all, Beca you were the one that told us to stay out of the basement. Said it was haunted. I thought it was just a prank on the new girl- a hazing of sorts.”

Beca’s jaw clenched as she watched the girl meander back over to the desk with hard eyes. She ran her fingers over the dusty surface until they reached the spine of the book. Emily’s stare was filled with longing.

“What exactly were you doing down there all those years?” Emily glanced back up, stray hair falling into her eyes. “raising the dead was my first guess. But then I found that book of yours. It was naive to leave it out in the open like that. Though- I must admit, it was a bit of a challenge to translate all that Latin.”

She was still for a moment, who body rigid as if it were frozen in place. Emily wasn’t as washed as she had thought. It was a simple clean up, hide the book and she looked like nothing more than a girl in the middle of a salt circle covered in someone else’s blood.

Beca let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. What do you want, then?”

Emily looked taken aback by the question. What did she want? Beca was hoping deep down inside that the weight of something like that would puzzle her- the start of a smirk crept against her upper lip. It was unfortunate Beca thought, that someone as sweet as Emily had stumbled upon her book and had read from the darkest page of them all. A cruel trick. Beca almost felt sorry for her in the aspect.

“you’re going to get me out of here,” Emily said.

“Now, I think that’s asking a little too much, don’t you? I mean, you sealed the deal the second you opened your mouth about demons and some ancient spell to summon them. It’s called a secret art for a reason, Em.”

“I’ll tell them about you,” Her voice was flooded with panic. That was another mistake Emily made, confusing hope with the reality of one of her storybooks. “Your book, and your sacrifices, and your… your magic.”

“And who exactly will believe you?”

Beca could smell the bubblegum medicine that they made Emily swallow twice, maybe three times, a day. She was that close. Could see the paleness in her skin and the timid flow in her stance. She had bruises from IV”s in her hand and equally as dark ones around her wrists from straps Beca had failed to notice before.

“Emily, you know how much I adore you and your naive nature, but it’s just that, isn’t it? You say anything about me and they’ll just up your dosages. I think you got confused by my visit here. But if you stick to the program, maybe they’ll let you out one day.” Beca took an even step back. “I’ll keep visiting you, don’t worry.”

She swallowed thickly and tucked her arms closer to her body. Beca couldn’t tell if it was anger or something more. Stirring in her usually placid nature. “Can you at least stop the nightmares?” She asked.

Beca lilted her head with a dark smile and banged on the wall three times.

#hw192 #Pitch perfect Horror week #Beca Mitchell #Emily Junk #bemily #bemily fanfiction #spooky

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castawxayaway · 6 years

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not your average night

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just to make this clear as otherwise, it might be a bit confusing- this is set in 1920′s during the prohibition. I’m aware there was not a prohibition in the UK, so interpret it how you want. there is a lot of slang used that I believe is predominantly American. but I’ve been wanting to do something like this for ages and am pleased with how it worked out!

(also I might as well include translations for some of the words that are less than obvious to figure out to save confusion- also they may not be 100% accurate but all the words came from one website so good as we going to get!)

bluenose: killjoy Mrs Grundy: uptight hotsy totsy: attractive/ pleasing to the eye don’t take any wooden nickels: don’t do anything dumb eggs: wealthy people with extravagant lifestyles zozzled: shitfaced Oliver Twist: extremely good dancer Iron my shoelaces: be excused Four-flusher: gold digger handcuffed: engagement ring dewdropper: wallflower ossified: drunk jake: okay/fine gasper: cigarette Sheba: sexually desired woman wurp: buzzkill

All I could hear was the roaring jazz play from inside, the place where secrets were kept hidden whilst the sun slept along with most of the city. But, there were those invited along, or in my case had many connections to events like these.

“You sure it’s sl’right?” I grab onto my brother's arm, causing him to turn and face me. He smiles softly, fixing my diamond headband into its place and brought my curls forward, framing my face.

He glances behind him and I watch as girls in flapper dressers of golds, blacks and silvers walk by, a fur wrap around their arms as their small heels click almost in sync along the pavement to the descending staircase. “Why wouldn’t it be? Stop being such a bluenose.” I scoffed at his response and punched his arm lightly.

“I’m no bluenose! I’ll show you.” Walking ahead of him I straighten my dress as the frills sway around my knees and wear a small, but inviting smile on my face. Ought to show him, calling me a bluenose that Mrs Grundy.

Walking down the stairs I can hear him calling my name, but I focus solely on the music as it fills my ear. The sax that blends with the trumpet and the occasional piano. My feet can’t move quick enough as two large men stand either side of the doors. “Aren’t you a hotsy tosty.” One of the guards speaks up, and I laugh it off as they open the door.

“Bet you say that to all the ladies.” I wink at him and he pulls on his suspenders, making them snap against his large chest. Another man inside pulls back the beaded doorway and I politely nod, unaware of the sight before me and how vast it could be compared to what I had pictured.

Before me down the entrance was a large stage where the band performed, all in white suits and red bowties playing their instruments as a ground danced below. Yet in centre stage was a microphone, vacant of a singer leaving the gold curtain backdrop exposed. “Where is the performer?” I turn to ask my brother, sensing his presence to my left.

He links my arm with his as we walk down into the crowd and I look around, allowing myself to take in my surroundings. To our left is a wall long length bar, nearly every set is occupied as I see various bottles being lifted from behind on the glass shelves. My eyes follow the bartenders who mix various liquids and shake them before pouring it with grace into the glasses. “You wouldn’t even know it were the prohibition here.” I joke to my brother and he manages to crack a smile.

“I’m going to get a drink, want one?” Nodding in response his arm slips from mine, “Don’t take any wooden nickels!” I roll my eyes at his remark, what bad can I cause by standing on the spot? Glancing to my right to see a series of red velvet booths with gold lining the fabric with wooden tables in the centre.

In one booth, rather blatantly sit six eggs. You could sniff ‘em from a mile off based on their choice of suits and their suit vests that match their jackets and trousers along with their hats as they smoke. Clouds of grey disguise their faces and I turn away, not wanting to be caught staring and giving off the wrong impression.

“Wanna dance?” Someone places their hand on my forearm and I turn around to face them, assuming it were my brother with one drink in his hand from having drunk his at the bar. He’s always eager, coming home from these places completely zozzled.

Facing the stranger I was pleasantly surprised, and without a second to spare I pulled his arms towards mine and backed into the crowd of couples dancing. As we begin to dance the music becomes more lively, “Time to Charleston.” He laughs and everyone positions themselves and we all dance in sync.

Watching the stranger dance he moves his feet with some agility but lacks the finesse I see others perform with. We join hands and dance together, and now I get a better glimpse of the stranger. Bright brown eyes and blonde hair with one of those suits on from earlier. “I mean you aren’t much of an Oliver Twist I’ll say.” I half-joked, wanting to dance with someone else as my dress’ frills swing from side to side, never remaining still.

Looking around as we danced I saw a young gentleman sat at the bar, watching the crowd dance. Unlike this egg, he seemed less dapper in deep blue trousers as opposed to black with a creased suit shirt and suspenders. Watching him eye the crowd I saw him take his glasses out, covering more of his face and I smile towards him, hoping for this stranger to avail me of this situation.

Zoning out from my dancer's chatter I laugh along, smiling to him as we dance all the whilst trying to gain the attention of the cat. “Excuse me, I just gotta iron my shoelaces.” The egg pardons me and I walk off slowly, slightly more sultry and in the fashion of a woman as opposed to the child my brother deems me as being.

Once the man is out of sight I find a vacant spot, conveniently next to the onlooker at the bar and order myself a drink. As it is presented before me I take a swig, feeling the burn slowly crawl down my throat and I resist the urge to cough forcefully as I wipe my mouth with the white silk gloves. “That’s a pretty dress you got on.” Placing my glass down I shift my focus to the gentleman next to me.

“Never worn it before, got it for tonight.” I tell him as we both look in different directions. He observes the dancing and I focus on my drink, not wanting to risk ending up zozzled like my brother on my first night out since the prohibition. “Do you dance? Or just watch everyone?”

I can see his feet bounce along to the beat of the music, “I can’t dance, no Oliver Twist like those guys.” He motions to the dancers who dominate the floor, the girls twirl and the frills of their dressers fly exposing their thighs for the short while as they laugh giddily.

“So you come for the drink?” Looking down a drop of whiskey fills his glass. “Or perhaps the music?” This time I see his eyebrow rise and he turns around, his knees clumsily knock mine.

Getting a better look at him I smile, behind his glasses he has warm blue eyes that wear hardship in his gaze. His jaw is lined with stubble and some marks of dirt whilst he continuously brushes his dark brown hair out of his face as it hangs down. “Don’t get a lotta music like this at the docks. Nights like these, take every chance to listen along.” He picks up his glass, taking the last sip before sighing as he places it down. No sooner is it cleared and replaced. “Gotta name doll?”

“Might do, how ‘bout yourself?” I ask as I sip my own drink and one side of his lips rise, a half smile forming playfully.

“Name’s Dan.” He picks up my hand, kissing my glove lightly and I chuckle at the action. “Not a lotta guys do that? You used to eggs I suppose.”

I shake my head, “Far from it. Don’t mix with what you aren’t worth.” Words my Mother always battered into me. “I keep on finding upstage guys, once a four-flusher who my brother highly disagreed of.” Thinking back I remember how my brother forced him out of the house as he eyed up our decor rather than me. “Short-lived relationship, no handcuff which I expected it’d end with.”

“So, you aren’t engaged? Single then?” He straightens up, a smile now being displayed.

“Do you see a handcuff on my finger?” Slipping my glove off he picks it up, his nails slightly dirty, but I don’t mind. He’s different from the guys I meet on my way to see my brother at work. He hasn’t thrown himself at me or called me names, he’s just sat here like a dewdropper. “There you go then.” I remark and take my own hand back, placing my gloves in my bag.

Whilst he stares at me with a smile I tell him my name before I take another more confident sip at my drink. “You gotta beautiful name.” He huffs and I smile in response. “So, what brings you here?”

“I wanted to come out, heard all about these places from my brother. Got a dress, used my Mum’s headband and here I am.” Motioning to myself I chink my drink to his, feeling less constricted and more free with him. “So, any of your dockers with you tonight?”

He begins to look around, pointing three others out to me as they remain dotted around the club. “We’re pretty tight, grew up with those guys. They’re always complaining ‘bout me, I wanted to sing you see.”

“So why don’t you? Ain’t too late to try.” He shakes his head in disagreement.

“See me?” He stands up, motioning to his attire and pulls on his suspenders and lack of tie. “I don’t fit the part. Can’t ‘ford such a thing anyway.”

Sighing in disappointment he turns around, back to face the bar whilst I stare aimlessly at the stage. Something clicks and I lightly smack his arm, “Dan, you, you should sing!” My eyes wide with excitement he laughs it off.

“Yeah, you sure are ossified.” He comments and returns to drinking.

“No, come on.” I stand up, a light buzz running through me as we make our way through the crowd and I approached the sax player. “How’re you doing handsome?” Working with what I’ve got Dan stands behind me, allowing me to take lead. The saxist glances down, clearly eyeing my attire I turn to face Dan. “We’re dancing, right now.” Taking his hands we begin to move, him with less ease but I focus on the saxist.

“What’re you after toots?” I move closer to the stage until we are next to it.

Pushing my hair out of my face I twirl one of the ends, “My friend here is a singer. And I’ve noticed your lacking one tonight. Come on, give him a chance?” I bat my eyes to him, knowing it’s one way to swoon a fella.

He rubs his lips together and Dan remains silent. The saxist turns around and Dan holds my waist, spinning me into him and I rest my hands on his chest. “What’re you doing? I can’t perform in front of all these people.” I can hear the fear mixed with the haziness.

“All they want is something to dance to, they’re not gonna focus on you that much. Everything’ll be jake.” I try to convince him, but worry swarms his blue eyes.

“Miss?” Glancing up the saxist motions to the mic. “Ready for ’im.” I face Dan and give a supportive smile.

“You got this.” I tell him, and I can see a spark grow from eye to eye.

The music continues to play and he tightens his grip on my waist, bringing me closer. He lightly kisses me before walking away onto the stage, standing in front of the mic with his eyes up, focusing on the entrance.

I laugh at what has just happened but remain slightly stunned. Touching my lips I can feel the roughness of a dockyard worker, the lust and desire he held in his kiss. He exchanges a few words with the musicians, and they begin to play another upbeat song. His hands grip the mic stand and he begins to move his feet. Around us everyone continues to dance, no one completely aware of the vacant spot being filled.

My eyes remain on him, and he glances down with a smirk on his face as he begins to sing. In that moment, it all comes to life. The entire room is ecstatic with life like a wildfire as the dancing becomes more excitable, the music has more thrill to it and I even see those in the booths nod to the stage.

As I dance along I feel a tug on my arm, and I start to be pulled out of the crowd and away from Dan. I watch his eyes follow but he can’t stop singing now, it’s his chance. Pulling away I see my brother and sigh loudly. “Really, now?!” I groan angrily to him and try to release his grip on my arm. “I know the guy on stage, I was getting along with him.”

My brother half laughs, “I know what getting along is with you. You think I’m going to allow that under my nose tonight?”

“It weren’t like that tonight!” Walking up the stairs we exit the club, the bitter chill hanging outside as I can feel the life draining from the music the further away we get.

Standing still with my arms crossed he begins to smoke, “Wanna gasper?” I shake my head as he continues to smoke and I simply pay attention to the music in the background. “I know you think I’m being harsh,” I scoff at his comment, but he continues needlessly. “but to him, I know you’re just a Sheba. You’ll have your fun tonight and then he’ll go back to his home in some alleyway an’ never see you again.” He takes a long puff and blows it to the left of us, “I’m just looking out for you, doll.”

“No.” I state and he removes his gasper from his lips. “You aren’t. I’m not a little girl anymore you can boss around. If I met some egg and introduced you, I bet you’d be happy. But because I met some fella who works in the docks and has dreams I’m not allowed to see him?” He remains silent, and I begin to walk away.

My brother angrily calls my name, “Don’t you walk away from me!” He yells and I stop.

Turning to face him he throws the fag on the ground, crunching it beneath his foot. “Dan has more of a personality, a sense of humour and bigger dreams than any egg I could meet. Earlier I danced with one and he was lifeless like a dewdropper so stop being a wurp and let me have fun.”

He sighs in defeat and I turn around. As I lift my eyes Dan stands there, the music continuing to play inside but he’s here. “So, I’m better than some egg, eh?” A smile forms on his face as he keeps his hands in his pockets, his sleeves now rolled up exposing more dirt on his arms.

Walking towards him I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, this time I can taste the whiskey on his lips and savour it. Pulling away I smile, “Now we’re even. And you owe me a dance.”

He takes my hand in his and we head back down the stairs, back to where the life and fun are held. The music returns to my ears happily along with the warmth and excitement of tonight.

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locksmiththings · 5 years

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I Left My Keys Inside My Car! How Do I Get Back In?

Do not be discouraged when you hear the words "I left my keys inside my car" coming out of your mouth. For some of you, this may be an unknown territory, so it makes sense if you are a little confused and in panic, but I assure you that there is a remedy for your problem and that you will return to your car in a short time.

I really sympathize with what's going on because I know that even the most typical car block can be stressful. I would like to assure you that you will not be locked out of your car or in your trunk throughout the day because there are solutions that will help you get your car keys from inside your vehicle.

Before we get ahead, you should know that saying "I left my keys inside my car" does not, in any way, make me an irresponsible driver. It just makes you human, since this is something that can happen even to the best of us. Now let's start exploring how this situation occurs and how you can navigate it successfully. It always helps to explore the causality of a problem in order to reach the correct solution.

What do I do if I leave my keys inside my car?

First, it is useful to take some time to assess how it ended in this situation. Similar to the way a home safety assessment helps you resolve any security flaw, evaluating your vehicle will help you handle the situation fluently.

Essentially, you should not immerse yourself in trying to remove the keys from your car without knowing how or why you locked the keys in your car. This not only helps you choose the best solution to get your keys, but also helps you avoid repeating the same mistake in the future. It is very easy to finish leaving the keys inside your vehicle, all you need is an unforgettable moment to get rid of the whole day.

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For example, suppose you are unloading food from your car and put the keys to carry something. There is a great chance that you will end up leaving your keys in the seat and locking them inside the car.

It is important to keep in mind that not all of the solutions discussed below are the most suitable for unlocking your car and giving you access to your car keys. For example, if you are saying "I left my keys inside my car", in the middle of an emergency, a slow DIY approach will not necessarily benefit you as much as communicating with the police or a qualified emergency locksmith. These are some of the solutions you can take advantage of.

Simply put, once you realize that your keys have been left inside your car, you should immediately start looking for a solution that will help you get back to your car and get in touch with your car keys. Ideally, when faced with this, you should actively avoid leaving your car unattended, especially if your car keys are in a very visible place. Now let's analyze firsthand how you can return to your car after leaving the keys inside your car:

1. Make sure there is no other way to get back inside your car

The last things you want to hear right now is that you should double check your car and make sure you leave the keys inside. As if you need a reminder of the current state you are in? Trust me, I understand. However, don't let the frustration of leaving your keys inside your car take your best from you. Sometimes the answer to your problems may be closer than you think. Drivers often overlook the simplest solutions because they look for great and comprehensive solutions that can be applied to their problems.

In this case, taking the time to verify that your vehicle is completely inaccessible can save you a lot of time and money. Ideally, you should ensure that there are no alternative entry points that you can take advantage of. This is always the first thing you should do calmly when you find yourself saying "I left my keys inside my car." If your car keys are locked inside your car or if the keys are locked inside your trunk, check if all the doors of your car are closed. If so, direct your attention to the trunk of your car.

If your trunk is unlocked and your key is there, then you have reached the end of your trip (this is unlikely). However, if the key is in the main compartment of the car instead of the trunk, you will have to work a little more. For some vehicles, the main compartment of the car can be accessed through the trunk. If your car is built this way, you can get access to your keys. If not, you will have to continue reading until you reach the right solution for your vehicle.

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More modern vehicles will likely present drivers with some available alternatives that will allow them to unlock their vehicles remotely to gain access to the locked key inside. The use of services such as Viper or OnStar gives drivers easy access to their vehicles in case they accidentally block their car keys. These services are usually offered by subscription.

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Take the time to check your vehicle for alternative entry points.

Viable alternative entry points often include unlocked doors, rolling windows and unlocked logs.

Keep calm and composure so as not to escalate the problem in question.

2. See if you have access to a set of spare keys.

Every driver needs a set of spare keys for their vehicle. In fact, replacement keys are also beneficial for homeowners, and for almost anyone who uses them in some way or form in their daily lives. If you have a spare key on hand, it should be relatively easy for you to access your car and your original key set. However, it is generally unlikely that most drivers will have access to a set of spare keys in this scenario, because spare keys are often left in the vehicle.

For those drivers who prefer to keep their spare keys in separate locations, this could be the solution you need. In this situation, it would be helpful to call someone you trust to bring your spare key set so you can return to your vehicle. However, this solution depends on your spare key being close and that someone you know is near you, as well as your willingness to bring your spare key.

It goes without saying that if you don't have a spare key, this solution will not be the best one for you. However, you should seek to obtain one after returning to your vehicle and obtaining your original set of keys. It should also be noted that if you are in a remote location away from your spare key, there are other solutions that will help you return to your vehicle in a more convenient way.

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If you have a spare key on hand, use it to gain access to your vehicle and retrieve the original car keys left inside. In this context, by hand you will refer to a bag, wallet or other form of mobile storage

When you don't have a spare key on hand, see if there are trusted friends or family members you can call to give your spare key.

Access to your car's spare key simply means that you can return to your car without having to ignore the car door locks or inflict any damage to your vehicle.

3. Use some DIY tips and tricks to unlock your vehicle

There are many DIY tips and tricks that drivers can take advantage of to get back to their vehicles when they find themselves repeating the phrase "I left my keys inside my car!". Leaving the keys in your car can be a difficult experience, but there are always ways to solve this problem and get behind the wheel again.

In terms of DIY solutions that you can use to get back to your car, there are some practices at your disposal. The scope of success for each of these DIY tips and tricks will depend on the state of your car, as well as the type of vehicle you have. This will make much more sense as we go.

Drivers can use anything from common shoelaces to professional tools such as probes and thin jims. Some of these solutions can be found within walking distance of you, while other tools can be purchased at a local hardware store, some of which may not be close to your current location. If you leave your keys in your car and are stranded in the Home Depot parking lot, then you are lucky, more or less.

The extent to which these tools can be used depends on the nature of the locks on your car doors, as well as how accessible the other elements of your car door are. Any attempt to unlock your car to gain access to your keys will involve trying to bypass your car door locks in some way.

That is why the nature of your car door lock is important. If you have pole locks, using shoelaces will help you unlock the door, but the same method will get different results when you try to open a car door with a sliding lock or push lock. Keep in mind that DIY methods often take time to master and implement successfully. This generally means that they are not the best solution in emergency situations.

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DIY methods are quick and sometimes easy if you have the method for the process. However, it takes some time to get the right tool, and then even more time to perfect the process required to open your car.

The type of tricks you will use to unlock your car to get access to your keys will vary depending on the style of your door locks, as well as the security of your own vehicle.

4. Call a professional for assistance in getting back into your car

There are some professionals whom you can contact for help in the current scenario in which you are. These professionals have the necessary skill set and tools to help you unlock your car door and get the car keys that are locked inside your car. These professionals range from full-service locksmiths to police officers and companies that offer roadside assistance to their qualified subscribers, such as AAA roadside assistance.

Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it because sometimes this is the only way you can get your keys from inside your car. Asking for professional assistance is very different from simply calling someone to bring your replacement keys.

Some drivers often hesitate to ask for help because of the additional cost that may be related to this, as well as admitting that they actually left their keys in their car. If you're wondering how much it costs to unlock your car, you should know that using a professional service will rarely be free.

As previously stressed, there is nothing to be ashamed of if you find yourself, for some reason, saying "I left my keys inside my car." If you need help, do not hesitate to call to get the help you need, especially if the situation is an emergency. In this case, assistance refers to professional assistance, which usually comes in the form of help from an automotive locksmith or other related professionals who can help you unlock your car and recover your set of work keys.

If you think you are in a life-threatening situation because your keys are locked inside your car, then your first point of call should always be the police. On the other hand, if you simply need help getting back to your car to retrieve your keys, you should call an automatic locksmith who handles car locks, or you should contact a roadside assistance service provider.

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Ask for the help of a locksmith who specializes in car locks, a police officer or a roadside assistance service.

If you are in the middle of an emergency, you should always dial 9-1-1 for help, especially if you feel that your life or that of another person is in danger.

Final thoughts

It is easy to think that there is nothing you can do when you realize that you have left the keys inside your car, but if you keep your head level and look for the appropriate resources, you will return to your car in no time.

Remember, do not hesitate to ask for help if you need it. If you are locked out of your car in the middle of a life-threatening emergency, call 9-1-1. However, if you simply need the assistance of a 24-hour locksmith, contact Alibaba Locksmith, and we will be there shortly to help you and help you get back to your car.

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shalnarkonice · 7 years

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Nobuvoshal week jan 11/ day 6. prompt: Letting go or cliches (about love)

Something was wrong.

Like the sound of nails trailing over a chalkboard, or like the grit of teeth on a peice of metal, or like the way a shoelace felt when it was tucked up against a foot, or even like the sight of plants drowning out in the rain, something was wrong.

Whatever it was, it didn’t have a name, or a smell, or a taste. Shal realized that he couldn’t hold whatever felt off, nor was he able to tell uvogin about whatever was bothering him. he couldn’t place the feeling, but it made him feel almost a little sceptic, as if he was being torn away like a bandaid, or left like a peice of wet cloth out to dry.

Perhaps the term he was looking for was disposable, he realized.

It wasn’t a comforting thought, seeing how shal had spent years feeling as if he had meant nothing to no one, especially seeing how his family had only wanted to use him as a figurehead. even then, he wasn’t considered to be worthy because half of his blood had been from a yorknew escort.

Ironically, no kurta dared to insult shals father, despite having been part of the reason he had a bastard son, while his second child pairo was full kurta.

regardless of the implications, shal knew full heartedly what it was like to be left behind, and right now he felt that way. a part of him almost dared to ask uvo if he felt the same, seeing how the man had been uneasy for quite some time.

part of the reason, or actually most of it, was caused by nobunaga. something had changed with the oldest member of the trio, seeing how had had been off putting and bitter as of late, without his usual gusto for more lively experiences. it almost appeared that nobunaga had been experiencing his own difficulties, although shal couldn’t guess for the life of him of what they were.

Nobunaga was currently in his room, where he had been for the last week, only slipping out to work or prepare himself a meal before isolating himself once again. seeing how Nobunaga was one who was to always inhabit the dining room, even when there was no one around, it was difficult to process why nobunaga had the sudden change of heart. shal had thought it had been his fault for trying to bait nobunaga into playful arguments, realizing earlier on that nobunaga reacted violently to almost all cases and that talking to the man wasn’t worth the effort.

Uvogin had noticed the change too, seeing how he often came to shal with a look of a lost child, confused and feeling partially upset at nobunagas stubborness.

“Give him time.” Shal had suggested, hoping that whatever was going on with nobunaga would leave by the oncoming week.

Quite frankly, it didn’t, and whatever damp mood had dug it’s claws into nobunaga was here to stay, and shal was at the point where confrontation was the only thing he could think of doing.

“We can’t just barge into his room shal, you know how he is.” Uvo sighs, shifting heavily from on the couch, just waiting for a good reason to jump up and bolt in there.

“he’s ignoring us.” shal barks out, having spun around from the computer chair in the main room, turning to face uvogin. “and I can understand why he’d ignore me, but I can’t even begin to comprehend why he would ignore you.”

“maybe he’s sick?” Uvo asks, “although, he’s still going out every other night with that bartender owl, or those zodiac people, or that girl he’s interested in…or razor and ging…”

“he’s ignoring us.” shal says slowly, “what did we do wrong this time?” annoyance mingles with his words, and shal can’t even convince himself that he doesn’t sound petty.

“did he fight with klin again?” Uvo ponders

“I’ve been taking all of Klins calls. nobunaga won’t even touch the phone anymore. ”

“You think he’s mad that I made his face the icon for my bowling team the Nagas?” Uvo purses his lips, “although that was kind of hilarious, the guys cracked up when I showed them.

clicking at the mouse, shal ignores uvogins musing, having tried to find answers to this phenomena online, only to realize that someone had been on looking for one person apartments in the area to buy.

“aw come on shal, it’s funny!” Uvo chuckles, “you should come see us play one night”

whipping his head around, shal gives uvo an unusually pointed glare, “was it you looking for a new apartment?”

“an apartment? me?”

Shal points at the screen, “come here and see for yourself. I’m almost one hundred percent sure it’s nobunaga who’s been looking for places. look how many sites he’s been on, the technologically inept fool didn’t even delete his browsing history.”

Uvogin gets up and walks over, “Why would nobunaga need to find a one person apartment if we live here? sure it’s a little cramped sometimes, but we spend most of the time outside or even going to work. nobu wouldn’t just leave us without having said anything.”

Shal leans back in his chair and glances up at Uvo, who was frowning as his eyes bore into the screen. one of uvogins hands move to clutch at the back of the chair, and shal slowly stands up. it was clear that nobunaga had been planning on dissapearing, which may have been the whole sense of unease that shal had felt for the past few weeks. the fact that he and nobunaga hadn’t been able to have a proper conversation for weeks might have been one of the biggest signs.

grabbing uvo’s hand, shal squeezes it in an attempt to comfort him. “let’s ask nobunaga about it before we get angry. maybe he has a reason. maybe it’s for a friend.”

Uvogin squeezes shals hand back, and offers a rusty smile, “thanks for trying to make it easier, but we both know that nobunaga did that for himself.”

Shal nods and watches as uvogin crosses the room and knocks on nobunagas door, waiting a moment and getting nothing. with an open palm, uvo slams it down, his patience running thin. “Nobu either you open this door or I break it down. I’m gonna give you three seconds. one. two…” Uvogin hesitates, “Alright, I’m coming in.”

The door opens with a click and nobunaga pulls it open, a bemused look on his face, “don’t break the door, I don’t feel like replacing it.”

Peering over the mans head, uvogin gets a quick glance into nobunagas room, seeing nobus tablet paused on an old episode from one of their previous flower competitions, as well as a plug in kettle sitting on one of the counters in his room, steam still billowing out.

“Is this what you’ve been doing while you’ve been ignoring me and shal? keeping yourself locked up like a hermit.”

Nobu yawns and moves to close the door, “sure. anything else or can I go?”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Uvo growls, stopping the door from being closed when Nobunaga attempts to pull it shut.

“there’s nothing wrong with me, other than you yelling in my damn face.” nobu snaps, “happy?”

Shal purses his lips and moves towards the two, “nobunaga are you planning on moving out? we saw the apartments, why would you keep the a secret? actually, if anything, why have you been avoiding us for three weeks straight. you didn’t think we’d notice the fact that you no longer sit with us for dinner other then when we already catch you eating by yourself? or maybe the fact that every time me or uvo walk into the room you go instantly to yours, or make an excuse to leave?”

“I haven’t done any of that,” Nobunaga scowls, “im going out for a smoke.” He grunts as he walks back into his room, shutting off the tablet, the kettle, and grabbing his cigarettes.

“look you’re doing it again!” shal almost feels ridiculous at pointing out the obvious. “youre not even staying long enough to hear out the rest of this conversation. you’re just running away!”

Uvo crosses his arms as he boxes the doorway, trapping nobunaga in the room, “did we do something to upset you? the fuck nobu? we go from chatting like normal to suddenly feeling like strangers in our own house.”

Nobunaga pauses and runs a hand through his long locks, “sometimes I think it’s better that way,” he mumbles, before standing tall and facing the two, “maybe this is the end of us. and the end of tree and shrub. I think we’re burnt out uvo; we should stop doing this.”

Shal is the first one to gawk, completly baffled by the selfishness of nobunagas words. he couldn’t even imagine how uvogin was feeling, being told by someone who he considered to be a brother that they should cut their losses and head their own ways in life.

“Nobu….what are you…?” Uvogin tries to wrap his head around the statement, finding it difficult to believe.

Nobunaga pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it loosely in his mouth, “Uvogin, I’m letting you go.”

A bitterness in the throat, shal finds that the words are downright degrading, considering how much the three had gone through, to throw it away on the basis of nothing was absolutely ridiculous.

Uvogin shakes his head, breaking the silence. “letting me go? and where the fuck am I going, nobunaga?”

“I’m leaving, so you don’t have to worry about it or me anymore. you don’t need to worry about tree and shrub.” nobu bites into the stick, “it’s time to call the quits.”

“if you don’t start explaining yourself right now I’m gonna punch you, and I’m not sure how hard it’s gonna be.” Uvo snaps, raising a balled up fist. “is that fucker hisoka coming after you again? was it something to do with feitan or phinks because I’ll kill them if I have to. don’t tell me the zodiacs are relocating you for something, what the hell is going on nobu! you don’t just throw away a thirty year friendship because you don’t feel like it. it doesn’t work like that and you owe it to me, and shal, to a say it to our faces!”

Nobunaga spits out the cigarette and steps forward, his eyes narrowed, “you persistent fucking asshole. that’s exactly the reason why I’m leaving! because i have to say it to your faces, and not just you, uvo! don’t you see what’s happened?” He points at shal, “you’ve become an item! whenever you say our it’s no longer nobu and Uvo, but Uvo and shal. and before you fucking say I’m jealous, I am damn sure I’m not, but I’m tired uvogin. I’m tired of being a third wheel on your happy love story while you two drag me after you day after day.”

Shals lips press together tightly. never had he thought that nobunaga would react so violently to their accommodations, seeing how he had always seen nobu as very passive when it came to all things regarding uvogin.

“One time we use to be uvo, shal, and nobu. But now, now everyone just sees us as uvoshal and that other guy nobunaga.” nobu rubs his eyes tiredly, “and there’s nothing wrong with that, which pisses me off. you’re supposed to find happiness in life, and if you found it with the twunk then I’m glad, but I can’t keep tagging along on your story uvogin. you took me under your wing as a kid, and have been looking out for me ever since my father died. it’s time we break apart.”

Uvo reaches out to grab nobu, only to have his hand slapped away. “who put these thoughts in your head?” Uvo snarls.

Shal leans heavily against the door frame, a laugh bubbling from inside of him as he looks directly at Nobunaga, “this is a joke right? this is probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever said nobu. you being a third wheel? to me and uvogin? if anyone has been tagging along its been me, the bringer of bad luck on your friendship. it’s always been uvogin and nobunaga; tree and shrub. you two don’t see it, but people would kill for a relationship like yours. a friend who you can put your whole trust and faith into? someone you’d consider close enough as family? I wish I had someone like that in my life! it’s always been you and uvogin! haven’t you realized that people are drawn to the both of you? everywhere people know you as the duo and I’m the tag along, so if anyone should leave, it should be me.”

Nobu whirls around and grabs shals shirt, “You’re not going anywhere, I’m leaving! that’s the whole point you idiot! so you and Uvo can actually be together without me being here!”

“nobunaga, shal and I are still together even if you’re here or not,” Uvogin says softly, “and you’re still my brother even if shals around. there’s never been a problem, especially not with the three of us. and if it’s anything, I always feel like I’m the one following you two, because you’re both so damn stubborn someone needs to make sure to catch you if you fall. just because I love you two differently, doesn’t mean you’re not both important to me, you sappy bastards”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard all day.” nobu grumbles, embaressed by uvogins words.

“I agree.” shal sighs, feeling uvo’s arms tug the two into an unwilling hug

“I told you to stop doing this!” Nobu groans, trying to tug away

“Uvo, let go!” shal whines, both he and Nobu being squished up against uvogins chest in his version of a hug.

Laughing at the two, uvogin tugs them into the living room, “say you’re both staying or I’m not letting go!”

“Uvo for fucks sakes!” Nobu yells

“say it!”

Shal gives up and taps uvo’s arm, “Alright I’ll stay, I’ll stay.

After a few seconds, nobunaga sulks and does the same, “fine…I won’t go anywhere, as long as you’re glad to have me.”

Uvogin releases them and grins brightly, “you idiot, even if you were to leave id follow you anyways, just like always.”

for the first time in weeks, shal finally felt that everything was in perfect alignment.

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wayneooverton · 6 years

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My favorite travel shoe: the magic of merino Allbirds

This is probably the most obviously and in-your-face sponsored post I’ve ever written, and I am unapologetic. Read on, dear ones, read on.

So I received my first pair of Allbirds merino wool shoes a few months after watching them creep in and pop up on my newsfeed amongst friends and influencers this past year. These simple wool shoes caught my eye mostly because everyone who wore them raved about them.

Personal recommendations go a long way with me.

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I don’t think I’ve ever written a product review before in eight years of running this blog, so do tell me if I’m doing this wrong. Considering I’m sitting at around 1500 words as I publish this, I imagine I am. Oh well.

Also, I didn’t intend to write it this way. I was going to do a very length narrative piece about me wearing these lovely merino sneakers on a merino farm in New Zealand. Inception.

But I realized I loved these so much, and I absolutely put them through their paces in New Zealand and in Switzerland, and decided on my own that they deserved more attention than that, so here we are. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that merino stations here in wintertime are covered in either snow or mud up to your knees, both of which are not ideal conditions for cute wooly sneakers.

Barring that, my conclusion is that Allbirds shoes are amazing, I’m obsessed and they are the best travel show. I dare you to read on, consume all my words, and not leave with the same conclusion.

The magical power of merino wool

It didn’t take long after moving to New Zealand to learn the magic of merino wool. After all, we are famous for our sheep here, with around 30 million wooly souls to only four million decidedly un-wooly humans, unless you’re in hipster Wellington where beards reign supreme.

Between spending a lot of time in the backcountry and on farms in often rather intense and unforgiving environments, you quickly learn the only true fabric to be worn on an adventure here is merino wool. Hands up if you are a fan.

But it ain’t cheap, and New Zealand wool is even pricier thanks to the strict rules here around the treatment of the merino sheep and thread quality of the wool that is used, which makes it some of the best in the world.

Why? Merinos are much tougher and hardier than you’re average fluffy white sheep, born and bred in the rugged high country of the Southern Alps in New Zealand, they live in super hot dry summers and freezing cold winters and their incredible fleece supports them in both climates.

Merino wool keeps you warm when it’s cold and keeps you cool when it’s hot, wicking away moisture and drying fast. Also, it doesn’t smell. I repeat, MERINO WOOL DOESN’T SMELL. In fact, I’ve even seen it advertised as 10 day underwear. NZ kills at marketing.

This also means you don’t have to wear socks with Allbirds shoes because they are, in fact, wool socks, and you can just chuck them in the washing machine if they get dirty. However, they aren’t really the best outdoor adventure shoe, not to replace running shoes or hiking shoes.

I wear them on my travels, in the city, and on mellow walks. I’ve found the bottom isn’t grippy enough for harder terrain and hikes.

Allbirds use only ZQ certified merino wool, that means the wool used in these sneakers come only from New Zealand farms that adhere to these exceptionally high standards for wool production and quality, and are committed to sustainability and ethical practice around the treatment of the sheep.

They’re like hugs for your feet

A friend of mine replied to one of my Instagram posts raving about Allbirds, describing them as hugs for your feet. And let me just say, a more accurate shoe description has never existed.

They are like walking on clouds. It’s like wearing slippers all the time. In fact, I’ve converted my grey loungers into slippers because that’s what they look like and they’re so damn comfortable.

And if you don’t believe me when I say they’re the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever owned, you can try them and if you don’t feel the same, you can return within 30 days. Boom.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate how FREAKING good my calves look here

Allbirds are a solidly decent company changing fashion

Last year I openly discussed my commitment to working on more sustainable travel and trying to work with brands that are deeply committed to sustainability too. Even just bringing it up in conversations and building momentum around the movement. And honestly, is there anything more wasteful than the fashion industry?

I won’t go into it here, but I am deeply disgusted by many Instagram “influencers” who never repeat an outfit and waste clothes like there’s no tomorrow. But I digress.

The point of my mini-rant is that at Allbirds shoes, they were constantly questioning whether there is a better way; there must be. But by looking at natural materials, like wool, and other things that exist right in front of us, instead of synthetics, they were able to build a successful business that is committed to using sustainably sourced, all natural materials.

Quick powerful facts:

Allbirds’ manufacturing process uses 60% less energy than materials used in typical synthetic shoes.

Each pair of shoelaces is made from one recycled plastic bottle

The packaging is made from 90% recycled cardboard

The shoebox uses 40% less materials than normal shoe packaging

They’re a certified B-Corp, meaning they meet rigorous standards of social and environmental performance, accountability, and transparency

World-famous in New Zealand

Ok, I get really excited when New Zealand has a major international success story.

After all we were the first country in the world to give women the right to vote, the first nation to put a man on Everest, and the first spot the split the atom. New Zealand is nothing if not kickass and innovative.

Should I even be surprised that Allbirds was started by a kiwi? Nope.

Ka pai, bro!

Simple and cute sneakers

As an American, I moved to Europe when I was 19. Wait, I have always been American, when I was 19 and now. You know what I mean. Why am I so confusing?

As an American in fashion forward Spain, where you do not leave the house without mascara EVER, I quickly learned that rule #1 was one does not wear sneakers in Europe. Like running sneakers. Trainers. Runners.

Those only belong inside the gym, not even to walk to the gym. Us Americans and our commitment to sporty footwear had no place in stylish Europe, and even now I can easily spot my brethren abroad when traveling solely by their soles.

I quickly accepted that I would have foot pain, and invested in all sorts of cute flats and wedges that would wear out after a few months of long commutes on cobblestones. When I lived in Córdoba for a year, I even developed a heel spur from my favorite beige Mango flats.

You’d think now that I am 30 and I travel for a living, and my long walks in Europe (and elsewhere) exploring require me to carry a heavy bag of camera equipment along with the 20 extra pounds I’ve gained since I was 19, I would begin to resign myself to wearing more comfortable shoes.

But guys! Allbirds has saved me! They are cute and comfortable. With their simple design and penchant for neutral colors (minus the bright Kea Red loungers I’ve been rocking) I can get away with wearing them while I work on my feet filming and not be crying on the inside in pain.

Natural, practical, simple. No flashy logos. No flair. Quality but unpretentious. I love it. it’s the Scandinavia of the shoe world.

Limited edition Kea Red wool loungers

Join the cult

Honestly, I haven’t met anyone who owns a pair of Allbirds and doesn’t rave about them. You’ll find yourself always discussing their attributes and forcing other people to buy a pair.

When I began wearing and talking about them online, literally every single message was positive and people constantly thanked me for pointing them out. They are gamechangers. I’m obsessed. Everyone’s obsessed.

Once you fall for Allbirds, you’ll start to notice when other people wear them, and if you’re like me, you make awkward eye contact and give a little chin nod, like yup, you get it too. While growingly popular, there are still many people hadn’t heard about them (yet) and you don’t see them all the time, lending them a lovely air of mystery.

It’s like you’re part of a secret club or something. Or cult. A sheep cult. Does it get any better than that?

Are you an Allbirds fan? Do you find yourself drawn to brands like theirs with a good story and care about sustainability in the things you buy? Have you discovered the wonderful magic of merino? Share!

Many thanks to Allbirds for all the shoes and love and turning me into a fanatic. Like always, I’m keeping it real. All opinions are my own, like you could expect less from me.

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