#now i know how people keep it those pastels paints without ruin it they use a spray for that

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#pokemon #jirachi #squirtle #latias #latios #traditional art #my art #me trying to use those pastels⭐ is a cool material buuut~ is very messy😑💧(my hands got very dirty making these images) #i really don't know how people maintain thoses pastels paints one little touch and you ruin the whole art💦 #*update(this text was made by me from the past)* #now i know how people keep it those pastels paints without ruin it they use a spray for that #humpf💨this the media never show😒

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STUPID CUPID | 01

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | ongoing

→ pairing: jimin x reader

→ word count: 3,309

Prologue Summary; You and Jimin have been neighbors since you were four years old and hated each other ever since. It isn't until the two of you head off to college that fate, or rather, a certain baby with wings, decides its time to teach the two of you a lesson.

→ warnings/genre: bodyswap au, enemies to lovers, slight smut, eventual smut, slow burn

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It's not always in the dead of the night, or the middle of a downpour, that the people we love decide to leave us.

A splash of yellow paints across the canvas of a blue sky, wings fluttering against a cool breeze. Curious little things - butterflies that is - the way they flutter about and land on anything colored brightly, your windowsill for example.

The people we love often leave during ordinary days, just like this one.

Holding your breath you inch the tip of your index finger towards it. Of course, you know butterflies aren't meant to be touched. Though, what four year old is going to pass up something as pretty as this? As you itch closer it startles, but not from you. An abrupt slam of a door shakes your walls and you turn a cheek to the retreating insect. You stare at your bedroom door. Pushing yourself off the windowsill, you make your way over, feet brushing against the carpet floor, and out the door.

"How could you!" Another slam ricochets through the house and you flinch back, nearly retreating to your room, "How dare you!"

After that moment in life, you were no longer the type of person to let serendipity rule you - so, it's only natural that you ignore it when it falls into your lap - turn and walk away as if it'd never been there, to begin with.

A week before the Switch

It hadn't been long since the sun peeked out from the horizon, but the warm body next to you is what stirs you awake, limbs stretching and contorting. Going against your better judgment you let a heavy lid peek open, only to snap it shut again. 

"I saw that." An arm snakes around your shoulder and pulls you into a toned chest, his sun-kissed skin warm against yours.

"Then you should apologize for waking me up." You try wiggling out of his hold, but he follows you, nose nudging the crook of your neck while his slender fingers press into your hip bone. 

"Stay."

You sit up, "Let go," Pushing the blankets from your sweaty skin you realize you wouldn't be getting any more sleep with him beside you - the literal sun himself. 

His sleepy gaze follows you as you move towards your dresser drawers, "Come back. I'm sorry for waking you."

It takes only one glance to determine his motives, almond-shaped eyes flickering up and down your bare skin. He lays on his side, an elbow propping up his head, fingers combing through dark messy hair. You can't help but let your gaze wander down over the thin cotton sheets draped across his lower half. A smile ticks up the edge of your lips. More often than not, this guy has a way of forcing you to convey urges you push down. It's one of his many endearing qualities that annoy the living hell out of you.

"Come here."

Rolling your eyes you push your drawer shut again and make your way back to the bed. As soon as you slide back into his reach his hands are on you, tugging you to his lap as he rolls over. He looks up at you - eyes lowering to your exposed chest then waist, where his hands begin to wander up. When he reaches the swell of your breasts his fingertips graze along the supple skin, eliciting a sharp intake of air from you, "Say it."

Your eyes flutter open, annoyance coming full force, "That's a little cliché, don't you th-" His thumb and forefingers clamp down on your nipples and a submissive whine falls from your lips. 

"I said, " He hisses, lips pressing against your sternum, "say it."

You let out a sigh, "Hoseok, "

A satisfied smile lights up his face and he releases you, letting his hands fall to your thighs, "Good girl,"

You snort, trying to distract from your flushed cheeks, "What are you getting at?" You nudge the fingers that caress you, "Don't tell me you want more this early in the-"

"I do," He leans in, speaking between slow and teasing kisses that he places along your neck, "but," He sighs, "I do need to ask you something first."

"Ask me what?" You pull away.

"Ah, " He groans, "won't you let me soften you up first?" Hoseok has always been like this, avoidant of serious topics and more than active during the sexual or unimportant ones.

"No."

His eyes shift away from yours, finding your pastel sheets more interesting, "I don't want to ruin this."

"Oh, yeah?" You begin to pull away from him again, only his grip on you tightens.

"Alright," He hums, snaking his arms around your waist, "will you be mine then?"

You freeze against him, staring with wide, unmoving eyes, "Excuse me?" 

"I know, but I care about you. I even-"

"No." You shove his arms off to crawl out of the bed.

"You don't have to say it back. We can just-"

"No, we can't just. We had a deal. You were supposed to tell me if you ever developed feelings. I'm not the slightest bit interested in a relationship, or you for that matter."

He rolls his eyes as you put your clothes on, "I've always had feelings for you. I only said I didn't so I'd have a chance."

You freeze, turning to look back at him as he sits up, "Seriously?"

"I'm in love with you ____." He smiles as if he's just said the simplest thing in the world. Like it's easy for him to just give away everything he is to someone else - someone like you no less. A person who couldn't give a rat's ass for his so-called feelings.

You let out a dry laugh and turn towards the bathroom, "Love, huh?"

"Give me a chance to prove it and I'll have you falling for me in a week."

"I have no interest in love, Hoseok."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, "So cold, you won't even budge an inch?"

"What is it with men and not knowing what the word no means?" You pick up your toothbrush only to feel hands smooth over your hips and enclose you in a pair of strong arms. Where your skin meets him, a flame blooms, though you choose to ignore it to instead squeeze toothpaste onto your brush.

"Say you'll think about it."

You turn around to face him, your chest touching his, "If I say that, will you get out?"

He nods with satisfaction.

You place your toothbrush in your mouth and push him away from you, "I'll think about it."

"Good, " He smiles, "I'll be going overseas to visit my sister this weekend. By the time I get back, you'll have decided. Right?" 

"Sure," You feign interest and begin brushing your teeth.

"'Think about it', as if." You scoff, "I've told him a thousand times over that I'm not interested. After this, we're done. I've already blocked him."

"I mean, I can't blame the guy. You've been going at it for over a year now."

"Jin," You grab the finger his pointing at you accusingly, "he knows next to nothing about me."

He hums, taking his hand back, and passing you a paper bag that's filled with your favorite breakfast pastry, "I just saying, maybe you should give him an actual chance this time."

"Why?" You raise an eyebrow as you take the bag from him, "So he can prove me right?"

"You haven't been in a real relationship since high school. You can't act like you know what it's gonna be like."

"How much different can relationships be now? They're nothing but trouble. I fail to see how that can change just because I'm older." You furrow your brow while picking at your food.

"Relationships aren't trouble, they're work. You're just too lazy and cold hearted to see that."

You groan and take a drink from your coffee, "Whatever, as if you'd understand. You fall in love with everything with a pulse."

He nods at you, unashamed, "Love is the seasoning of life - to live without it is to be dead."

"You're so melodramatic."

"Alright, change of subject. I've been hearing whispers from people." Jin smiles brightly at you.

"Oh? And what's that? More gossip?"

"Gossip?" He scoffs, "I'll have you know that this is top-quality news I'm gathering day to day and I ought to be running an article for this school."

"Tch, " You take a bite out of your breakfast, willing yourself to ignore your elder.

"Anyway," He huffs dramatically, "as I was saying, this Valentine's Day there's going to be a big party at the Jjang house-"

"There's always a big party at Jjang."

He narrows his eyes at you, "If you'd let me finish I was going to say, they're making it so that everyone who shows up has to wear red and a mask, or you're not allowed in."

You swallow your food and cough, nearly choking, "Huh?"

"Yup, they finally got sick of all the hate the art department dishes out on them."

"Can you blame us?" The booth cushion dips beside you and you turn to see another one of your friends now leaning over you to steal a piece of your breakfast, "My grandmother could throw a better party than those guys and she's dead."

Jin chokes on his drink, "Jungkook! Your poor grandmother!"

You snort, "Hey, Kookie."

Jungkook gives you a goofy smile as he chews before turning back to Jin, "My grandma is alive and well, Hyung. It's only a metaphor."

"A metaphor?" Jin sputters, "Do you even know what a metaphor is?"

Jungkook shrugs and smiles when you pass him a bag of donut-holes, "Not exactly."

"I think what he said can be implied as a metaphor."

Jin's eyes cut over to you, "Yeah, well, you're as much of an idiot as he is, if not more so." A sack of donuts slaps against your chest and you catch it before it falls into your lap, "You two need to go before you're late to that practice again."

"Alright, but before that how'd it go with that girl Yuna?"

Jin's eyes snap back in your direction as he sucks in a sharp breath of air, only to choke on the egg sandwich he'd been chewing. Coughing profusely, he lets out a croak, "What the hell?"

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, watching as your friend wipes the egg off his face, which is more than you can say for Jungkook. He's cackling so hard that people in the cafe are starting to turn their heads.

"Honestly, I bought you both breakfast and now you're harassing me in public," Jin grumbles under his breath.

After a bit more "harassment" you and Jungkook leave Jin to head to your practice. As strange as it is for an art major you've had an obsession with sports since you could remember. So, you joined one of the few sports teams available at your university your freshman year. You also convinced Jungkook to join alongside you. Convincing him wasn't that difficult either, seeing as both of you are extremely competitive. All it took was a bit of taunting.

"Early as always you two." A hand pats your shoulder and you laugh nervously.

"Sorry, Irene."

"Whatever," She drops her sarcastic tone, replacing it with a cheerful laugh, "just hurry up and get changed. I swear you do on purpose."

You turn to look at her,"Do what?"

She glances at Jungkook, who's already left you behind to get changed, "Oh, nothing." She pats your shoulder again with what you might call a forced smile, "I wouldn't want things to be awkward."

You raise a brow as Irene leaves you be to start warm-ups, "Okay?"

Irene is the team captain and a good friend of yours. It's hard not to be her friend when she's so easy to get along with, although you've shared a few weird moments with her that suggests something to do with Jungkook. You've suspected for a while now that she may have a crush on your best friend, but being unsure you refuse to help her or get involved in any way. Jungkook hates when you meddle with his love life, which you learned from experience when you tried to set him up with a girl in your anatomy class. Long story short, Kookie was forced to turn that girl down and was upset with you for a week about it. Ever since you've refused to help any of the girls that have approached you to get to him.

Once in the dressing room, you quickly change clothes and lace up your shoes after tying your hair up.

Love just isn't something you should involve yourself with. Whether it's for yourself or your friends. Who knows, maybe bad luck with love runs in the family.

You leave the dressing room and approach where Jungkook waits for you on the court, "Warm ups?"

"Yeah," He nods, "Irene wants us to catch up with the others. So, she's probably going to give us more to do once everyone is finished. Let's get this done as fast as possible."

"Alright, full speed ahead." You playfully bounce on your toes a few times before making your way to the other side of the net across from Jungkook as he tosses the volleyball from hand to hand, "Show me what you got, virgin."

He laughs, "I think you have the wrong idea about me."

"Then you shouldn't have a problem proving it, right?"

"Just ask your sister."

"I don't have a-"

"Wait nine months."

"Huh?"

With that Jungkook tosses the ball up and jumps for it, landing a harsh slap on it that sends it hurtling through the air toward you - only, you're caught off guard when someone suddenly shouts at you and your head whips around. The ball slams into your chest, knocking the wind out of you with a dramatic 'oof'. And stood there, at the entrance of the gym, is a group of dance majors that you can't stop yourself from scowling at. Especially, when you notice him silently avoiding your eyes at the center of the group.

The one on his left laughs, having seen you land firmly on your ass, "Did you both see that?"

"Glad we came in late today. We could've missed it, right, Jimin?" The other nudges him.

He hums in response but doesn't look in your direction, just continues toward the dance studio.

Sixteen Years Before the Switch

"She's pretty isn't she, Jimin?"

The boy shifts his gaze before hiding behind his mother's leg.

"Why don't you go play? I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Can I?"

She nods with an encouraging smile, "She won't bite."

Jimin was only five at the time, you four and typically, when two children are neighbors they become friends, sometimes best friends for that matter, but that just wasn't the case with you and Jimin.

"Hi, I'm Jimin. Me, my mommy, and daddy live next door."

You didn't respond, just continued playing with your blue toy truck, quietly ignoring the boy next to you.

"I like the color of your truck."

You glanced over your shoulder at him, only to quickly look away again when you met his eyes. His presence was making you nervous, you only wanted him to go away. But, he didn't take your rushed gaze as a sign to give up and go away, if anything it only made him think to try harder and that's when he reached for your hand, "Let be friends-"

"Leave me alone!"

Sure, you didn't necessarily bite him, as his mother had suggested, but you sure as hell pushed him away and ran. Admittedly, it wasn't Jimin's fault. Moving to Busan had been the beginning of the end for you. Your Mom hoped that maybe Jimin and you would hit it off. After so much change in your lives, she wanted at least you to be happy, even if she wasn't. Though, the similar interest in sports and sweets made no difference. The bickering never ended between Jimin and you. Coaches were forced to put one of you on the bench, while the other played, or someone was getting hurt. If your families ever had dinner together, you fought over dessert.

"You'll only get hurt."

"Me being a girl makes no difference in my abilities to plow you into the ground, Jimin!" You throw the soccer ball at his face, landing a satisfying thwack.

You think Jimin grew to hate you for it. Not that it mattered at the time, since you disliked him first.

"But that's the last piece, Momma."

"Jimin is our guest ____. Don't be rude."

"But-"

"No buts."

You glared at Jimin across the table, wishing your legs were long enough to kick him from where you sat.

The older you got, the worse it became.

"What did you say?"

Your teammate scowls back at you, "I said, you're a girl and outta act like one."

"And who are you to say what a girl outta act like?" You shove him into the lockers just behind him and he yelps in surprise.

"Hey," 

You pause, head-turning to the left where the entrance to the hallway is.

"Don't you think you're being a bit reckless?"

Stepping back from your teammate, you sigh, "Great, just what I need."

Jimin has always been the popular type, loved by everyone for acting like someone he isn't. That's probably what annoyed you the most about him when you got older, he was never himself. He always lied about what he thought or how he felt to please others while acting completely different when no one else was around.

"Leave him alone and go to class, ____."

"Or what?" You laugh dryly, "You're talking as if I'm bullying this guy when he's the one who-"

"Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

Your glare sharpens, "Oh, I heard you, Park."

Long story short, that was the first time you'd ever been suspended. Your mother was pissed, to say the least, and you quit the soccer team that year.

A week before the Switch

Jimin eyes you from the entrance of the gym, expressionless as his friends cut up on either side of him. You can't help the scowl that contorts your face, nor the tension that builds up in your shoulders. It's been a few months since you've seen him on campus and you'd almost forgotten about him, until now.

"You alright?"

You take Jungkook's hand and stand back up, "Fine." You dust off your bottom with a sigh. Another thing, none of your friends know about Jimin. Seeing as he is someone you wish you never knew, it makes sense that you avoid even the subject of him like the pledge.

"Let's start over, you hit this time." Jungkook passes you the ball then turns to head back under the net.

With a solid nod, you force yourself to relax, putting all your tension into your fingertips that now grip the ball.

Jimin just so happens to also have a love for the arts, which has lead to the two of you attending the same university - him being a dance major and you, art. Luckily, you rarely see each other since dance majors normally reside on the opposite side of campus. On the off chance, you do see him it's always because of volleyball practice or one of his friends, who just so happens to be an art major.

"____, earth to ____?"

"Sorry," You toss the ball up and slam your hand against it, sending it through the air and over the net.

"Nice," Jungkook bumps the ball back to you. You run for it, the feeling of eyes following you.

You have a sinking feeling that something super annoying is in the works.

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okay!!!! so!!! i guess it’s kind of a prompt, but like steve goes to an art college thing. and he’s suuuper talented, one of the best in his class. and the prof. says that they have a guest to come in for some modelling. and steve is super excite ‘cause he loves doing projects like this. and then the model comes in, covered in a bathrobe, it’s billy. he goes to sit on the stool at the front. drops the robe, he’s completely nude. looks steve directly in the eye and winks! just an idea i had! -🎨

Dear anon, !!!!!!! This took SO LONG, but then again I was flagged and unavailable for like two weeks, and I did not write at all in that time, but as I woke up today to find myself back to normal, I quickly finished what was left, and now 11 pages long, I will post some of it here, then link the rest on my AO3!

My mind went off on this, and I hope it’s as good as I believe, especially what with all the teasing I’ve been doing!

Now, enjoy~

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An arts scholarship is not something everyone can brag about, well, almost everyone, or so Steve thought when he got approved for one after his high school teacher encouraged him to apply.

He’s not dumb, or unintelligent, as most people around him will say - the words on the pages just don’t connect right, as if he can’t see what any other person might perceive, and it is reflected on his grades. Math is… fine, the only issue there is a general unwillingness to learn, because rather than doing algebra and figuring out trigonometry, Steve’s talents lie in the stroke of a brush, in the graphite of a pencil, in the black of charcoal.

His mother always encouraged him with a loving hand and a wondrous appreciation for every single little drawing Steve came up with as a child, fueling this intense fire inside of him that only felt relief against paper or canvas. She showered him in materials; endless chalk, a rainbow of watercolors, acrylics, oil pastels, pencils in all shapes and hues, stacks of papers, piles of canvas, even let him paint the walls of his bedroom as far as he could reach.

His father… simply stood and scowled in the doorway. He’s old fashioned, wanted an heir to the Harrington Construction Empire his own father built, not some… artistic little fairy. Steve stopped counting how many of his parents' fights were about him years ago.

And now he’s here, in California, attending college of all things, surrounded by students who, just like him, have devoted their entire lives to the arts. He feels less special, less talented, amongst his peers, where it seems that a third of them have arrived on scholarships, too.

But his teacher, Mr Reynolds, an old man with a long goatee and suspenders, always assures Steve that he is, without a doubt, the star of the class. That he will go far in his life, become world renowned, famous for his works, that in the future art classes will teach about his techniques and colors and soul.

Steve likes to believe it; spends his spare time thinking about what painting of his would be displayed in museums, what the critics will say, what he will wear to the reveal party, what his speech will sound like.

All those thoughts course through his overactive mind whenever he looks at a blank surface, just waiting, begging to be filled with his inspired soul. Perhaps he’s a bit too immodest and vain and arrogant, but he doesn’t really put up a fight against those ideals; never bothered trying to be humble about what is so obvious to any eye, and when every teacher has never offered up anything besides praise, is he to believe they’re all liars?

He looks around at his classmates as they set up in the arranged circle surrounding a single stool in the middle. They all smile at him, greetings exchanged as always, the friendliness of people who you’ve had a few beers with, attended some parties and gatherings together, but never really gotten to know past the surface.

Steve’s just not as social as he used to be, and moving halfway across the country didn’t really help that either. Something changed in him during the last year of high school, but honestly he can’t complain. He goes whenever invited, otherwise he keeps to himself, focuses on his studies, does his homework, a scholarship can only get you so far, and if his grades dip too low, it’s bye bye future.

“All on time for once! Impressive!” Reynolds says with a cheery tone, clasping his hands together with a wide smile as he moves to the center of the classroom. “For today’s live figure drawing practice, we’ll continue working with models and volunteers from all parts of life, and today I’ve managed to convince a hard working, blue collar of a man! William Hargrove, you may take the stage!”

Everyone turns to the stained room divider over in a solitude corner, the usual spot where their models change in and out of clothes and robes, and from behind steps a man dressed in a dark gray bathrobe, adorned with the most gorgeous crown of golden curls, his stubble is scruffy with a more accentuated mustache, and his eyes are of the clearest blue waters Steve has ever seen before.

His breathing pauses for just a moment as he stares at the broad shouldered stranger, caught in a trance - a willing subject to be ensnared by this man’s confidence, walking like he owns the room. Steve doesn’t even realise that he’s staring till he’s met with those heavenly eyes.

Who then winks at him, grin mischievous and aware of what thoughts surge forth in his presence.

Steve’s heart beats like a drum, ramming against his ribs, a heated flush rushing up to tint his ears red, spilling into his cheeks. He can’t help but whip his head back towards his easel with a stare that could burn a hole in the pages before him, restraining himself from gawking further, trying to calm down some.

It’s not that he hasn’t paid attention to other guys in the past, it’s just that he hasn’t cared for that kind of stuff before. Even when he was dating Nancy back in high school he didn’t care enough. But now? This guy? This man? 

Nothing more than one simple, flirty look, and Steve’s interest tiptoes over the line of professional into personal, dipping in, testing the waters there.

And when he reaches the middle of the circle, everyone here far too interested in seeing what he’s hiding beneath the robe, he slowly slips it off, clearly revelling in all the attention if the smile he carries is any indication.

Unfortunately, much to Steve’s inconvenience, this William Hargrove is ripped. Jaw strong like a cliffside, biceps akin to perfectly carved marble, formidable pecs covered in chest hair lush like a forest that spreads down abs like rolling hills, Steve’s eyes travels smooth like a stream across the landscape of William’s body, down to his-

He refocuses on the easel in front of him, invitingly barren and pleading for him to ruin the stillness with his own inappropriate curiosity.

“Thank you once again for agreeing to this, Mister Hargrove. You may use this stool here to pose with, or without, it is entirely up to whatever you’re most comfortable with,” Reynolds explains, unhooking a thumb from where he fiddles with his suspenders to accept the robe that William has removed.

“Yes sir,” sounds the response, his voice husky and charming, throaty from years of use.

It tugs further at Steve’s intrigue, oh to hear him laugh, read a book aloud, sing along to whatever reckless music he listens to, probably rock or something abrasive. Steve’s wild imagination goes through it all in the matter of seconds, just to be pulled back when his teacher speaks again,

“We’ll be taking things a bit slow today, six poses with 10 minutes each, let you all get a good feel for Mr Hargrove’s body, really focus and pay attention to how the shadows fall.”

Steve’s convinced the way he swallows hard must be audible, the lump in his throat making a loud splash in the pool of boiling nerves gathered in his stomach, breaking surface tension and stirring up thoughts he hasn’t really bothered with for months, if not a year by now.

Yet here’s this stranger with such undeniable magnetism, taking a seat, naked on a stool, aiming straight at Steve, staring at Steve, smirking at Steve.

Who nervously rakes fingers through his hair, pushing it back and away as to more clearly see his model, noticing how the muscles flex and tense as Hargrove decides on his first pose. The human body is phenomenal to look at, nothing in the world deserves grander appreciation than it, and it’s easy for Steve to convince himself that that’s what this is, an accentuated form of gratitude for the very same shape that Michelangelo used for his David.

Finally William gets settled, on the edge of his seat, one foot on the ground, the other up on the bar between the legs of the stool, elbow raised and bent to bring a hand behind his head, the other relaxed on his thigh. Exposed and raw and muscular and brilliant.

Steve could truly go on and on and on about this Adonis posed all nude before him, face turned slightly to the side, but it is unquestionably clear that the rest of him is aimed directly at where Steve sits, and he doesn’t realise he’s staring again till Reynolds says,

“Ten minutes, everyone! You may begin!”

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Favorite Fantasy 

Let me put on a fashion show for you. The text is accompanied by a picture of a couple bags sitting on the edge of their shared bed. 

Calum grins, fingers tapping at the keys. I’ll be home soon. One more meeting. 

There’s no immediate response and Calum doesn’t think too much about it. He knows now that she’s back home from her small shopping adventure, she might be relaxing, or playing with Duke. Though Calum didn’t normally work this late on the weekends, he had to be in the studio for the Skype meeting. They were meeting a couple people about merchandise. The timing didn’t work out too well during the rest of the week and on a Friday evening was the first time it wasn’t a mess trying to get everyone near a computer. 

Regardless, after settling in thanks to letting the buffering sit for a solid five minutes, they are able to begin their meeting. Ashton taking the piss looks to Calum. “I guess we gotta make a bucket hat too.”

“Damn straight,” he returns, readjusting the one on his head. “Leopard print.”

“And a fucking pink vinyl,” Ashton tacks on. 

“We don’t know. Pink’s a hard color to pull off. We might not have enough to put a lot in production.”

The warning falls on defiant ears and as Ashton presses on that they need at least a limited edition run of pink vinyls, Calum feels his phone vibrating. He lets it shake for just a moment before slowly pulling his phone out of his pocket. 

You can say I’m impatient. It’s a series of videos that follow it. He shouldn’t press on the first one. Not just because he’s in a meeting but because if it’s particularly lewd, he’s leaving immediately. Instead, though, this one is tame. She struts in the bedroom, far enough from the camera that Calum can see the purple polish on her toes as he takes in the pastel mint sundress. It’s cute and he grins, biting his lips as he brings his attention back to the screen. 

He thanks the heavens he’s angled off to the side. He nods along to Michael’s comment and then scrolls without looking to bring up the second video. She’s dressed head to thigh in checkerboard print crop top and shorts. The shorts are definitely short he notes as she twirls in front of the camera. At the end, she leans into the lens, tongue sticking out with a peace sign. Her go to pose for photos. 

Underneath that is a photo. White sunglasses rest on the end of her nose and she’s still in the shorts and crop top outfit from the second video. Her lips are painted red. She throws up a peace sign with one hip cocked. Her eyes look over the edge of the glasses into the mirror. Calum does not miss Duke wondering around her feet. 

Calum’s quick to turn his attention back up and the conversation has flowed nicely since his distraction. He gives himself a couple more minutes, even throws out a quick comment. “New ideas for merch? I’ve been burning a lot of candles lately. Think we can put together one of those?”

Everyone nods in agreement and the conversation dials towards what kind of scent they want. But they just spitball some ideas, getting everyone’s input. Calum throws out a couple scent profiles at the beginning and then turns back to his phone. A third and final video and picture duo follow. His eyes see the text beneath it but they don’t focus on it before he taps on the video. She’s in just a simple white skirt and a denim drop top. 

He sees the peak of her thigh in the slit. He wants to witness that skirt in person. And just as he goes to respond to her videos he notices her hand creeping down. She runs the tips of her fingers over the edge of the slit before pulling the fabric away from her body. His breathe catches as the sight of the emerald green panties. Those are new. Definitely new. 

With his veins thumping against his skin and a small prickling of heat rushing his body, he continues to watch, gripping the phone a little harder. She grins, bottom lip tucked between her teeth and lets the skirt fall back into place. As she approaches the phone, she unbuttons the front of the shirt. A lacy and unlined bra stare back at him. Her nipples are erect, dark but still noticeable in the design of he lace. 

The video ends and Calum exhales harshly, snapping his head up again. No one seems to be watching as he gives a quick glance around. His blood thumps in his ears. You’re going to get it, he responds without looking at the keys and praying autocorrect saves his life for once instead of ruining it. If you’re not still in that last outfit when i get home, there will be words. 

The phone shakes in his hand. Of course. 

Calum can’t ignore the immediate bulge forming in his pants and he can’t ignore how hard it’s getting for him to breathe. But he can tell the meeting’s winding down. The bounce in his leg let’s him know that he’s not going to make it too much longer if they don’t call it quits for the day. 

As they inch towards another ten minutes of everyone droning on, Calum swears he’s going to explode. He’s waiting, praying for someone to call it done and soon, Andy chips in. “I think we all have our work cut out for us. Chat again in two weeks?”

With a sigh of relief, Calum finds the door as quick as he can without coming off rude. In the car, he thinks about calling. But no, he wants her to sweat it out. Just like he did. That’ll serve her right. As he rolls down the highway, watching the beach pass by, he curls his fingers around the steering wheel. Fuck, he can’t wait to get home to her. He had no idea lingerie was on the shopping list but if he had, he would’ve found a way out of that meeting. 

Cracking open the door to the house, Calum looks to the couch. Only Duke is on the couch and he gives his little man a kiss on the head after shutting the door and locking it. “Tell me, where’s mama dukes?”

“Over here.”

Perfectly backlight by the glass doors of to the backyard, she sits at the dining room table. There’s just enough light from the lamps that Calum can tell she is wearing the same outfit from the video. The front is still undone. The top of her thigh is exposed as she sits crossed legs thanks to the slit. A glass bottle rests on the table next to her glass. He’s sure what was in it, watching her down the last drops of it. 

“It was one more meeting,” Calum reprimands. The closer he gets the more the resolve breaks. Her breasts rise and fall so gently as she breathes. 

“I was bored,” she returns simply. 

Dropping his keys into the small basket nailed into the wall, one that she insisted on having so they didn’t have to play where are my keys game in the morning, Calum leans into the wall to watch her. Her lips are still painted red. From when she left this morning. The first time she’s properly put on makeup in a few days. “You were looking to get fucked,” Calum quips. 

“And if I was? What about it?”

Calum pulls the hat off his head, running a quick hand over the not quite curls length. He gives it a gentle toss, sliding onto the table in front of her. He’s kidding himself if he tries to say that he doesn’t love this side of her. When she’s coy about what she wants but not too subtle about it. He loves it when she makes a little game out of it. 

She blinks up at him but doesn’t crack. Her face remains neutral, the natural pout on her full lips taking over. God, they feel so good against his skin, wrapped around him. “I would say you know exactly how to get what you want.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me.” She uncrosses her legs, letting them fall open just a little. No panties. Calum groans at the sight and he can’t help but cross the room to her. God, he really does love this. 

When his hands slide around her waist, he pulls up and situates her right on the edge of the dining room table. Their kiss is soft. Almost like forbidden lovers knowing they can only steal a moments peace. He trails his lips down her neck, following the collar bone to the strap of the bra. He then grazes his teeth down her chest and pulls one of the cups down with his teeth. 

“Careful,” she hums as his lips suck at the supple skin. His tongue twirls around the bud. 

“I can afford to ruin this,” he mumbles. But he keeps the warning in mind before kneeling in front of her. His tongue is quick to take a swipe at her core. She tastes heavenly on his tongue. He hikes the ankle length skirt up and she holds it open for him. 

Her fingers are digging into his hair, at the nape of his neck as he continues to lap at her. He hums when she gives it a particularly hard tug in response to him. And they feed each other. His fingers dig into the meat of her thighs and he loves how soft she is against his palm. 

If he could relive this moment, hearing her whine and pant above him, he would. It’s all he dreams about. It’s all he wants. He flicks his tongue over her clit and she knows she can’t hold out for much longer. He’s pressing all her buttons and her body is buzzing. 

Calum doesn’t let up either. Not even as her breathe catches and she shouts above him. His chin and lips are soaked with her release. But he can’t stop. Not with the way she overflows. He could cum just from this. She doesn’t even need to touch him hardly before his body is so lit with need. 

“Now you can’t tell me that I don’t eat enough at the table,” he grins, winking up at her. 

She laughs but motions for him to stand. “That’s not what I meant by that. But I’ll absolutely fucking take it.” As she speaks, her hands are already finding the button on his pants. 

“Huh, could’ve fooled me,” he grins, his cheeks puffing up with the action. The grin disappears when her palm wraps up his length. He drops his head into the crook of her neck. 

“Didn’t you mention something about me and this dining room table when we first bough it?” The purchase wasn’t even a week ago either. He nods, unable to speak as she squeezes him. It’s firm pressure but not too hard. Just enough to make his head spin. “Oh I’m going to need words from you, baby boy.”

“Fuck,” he sighs and sinks his teeth into a small chunk of her flesh. He digs his fingers into her waist. It takes a moment to find his resolve and pull away. “I did mention something about you and this dining room table.”

“Remind me again what it was.”

Calum doesn’t need another warning before he slides her off the table and flips her skirt up. He takes a handful of each cheek before swatting her left one. She falls into the table with a whine. His fingers fall to her core, feeling her drip onto him. “Seems like it was a fantasy of yours too,” he hums.

She laughs, cheek resting into the cool wood. “Maybe.” She wiggles her ass for him just a little. He paints her right cheek with a heft swat. 

“You’re going to be a masterpiece when I’m done.” 

-H

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~{Unfortunate Events}~𝑨𝒛𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓  𝒙 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒚 ---------------------------------------------- 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓤𝓔 •·················•·················•

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“Faithful Encounters”

   Part Two

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Aziraphale x reader x Crowley

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢: Good Omens

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:??

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: She was just the new angel that day, only to be casted out on the spot, like a baby bird being thrown out of its nest to learn how to fly on its own against its will. She was an outcast and had no place or purpose there or even in the pits of fire. Now she finds herself reliving her traumatizing nightmare when she was child, as she counts the final days of the world’s demise as she plans ruining ‘The Lady Above’s Great Plan’.( I do not own Good Omens or its characters only the ones I create.)

𝑲𝒆𝒚𝒔 :

(Y/N) = Your Name

(S/C) = Skin Color

(B/T) = Body Type

(H/C) = Hair Color

(H/L) = Hair Length

(H/S) = Hair Style

(Y/A) = Your Accent

(F/C) = Favorite Clothing

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TOM HIDDLESTON  as 𝘼𝙯𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙡

I walked down briskly as I looked at my watch.

“No way in hell that was Crowley”, I whispered to myself harshly hoping no one could hear me, as I walked through the crowded streets.

‘But then again he was literally from hell’ I thought with quite the reasoning but shook my head from those silly thoughts, and kept walking until I saw the Ritz.

‘Seriously what are the chances I was gonna meet Aziraphale as well’, I thought with a nervous chuckle,’ I’m pretty sure its very low and if it were to happen it will be from complete coincidence. Besides as far as I know, does not leave his bookshop on busy days and this day is no exception from that.’

I then opened the door to the Ritz and looked around to see if a spotted a certain friend of mine and surely enough from all of the people that were either talking, chattering , simply sitting in a calm fashion there was only one of the rest that had there arm raising as they waved excitedly at me in a likely childish way.

Almighty, I thought with a sigh as I walked towards the smiling lady at her table.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, she said in a cheery voice as she welcomed me.

“Hello, Elizabeth how are you doing?”, I asked a bit bored yet happy tone to see her.

“Good, well don’t just stand there have a seat!”, She said as she gestured to the seat across from her as I gladly made myself comfortable,” I’m so glad to see you didn’t keep me waiting like the last time.”

“Well, I was planning on doing it again, but I rather prefer this side of yours than the other as much as I hate to admit it.”, I replied with smirk as 

“You are such a meanie you know that”, She replied with playful expression as she slapped my hand lightly.

“Only when I want to, of course.”, I replied with a small chuckle as I fixed my seat,” So what was this ’Oh So important gossiping thing’ you had to tell me anyways, that you apparently dragged me here for.”

“Well, if you’re insisting then I guess I should tell you”, She replies,” Anyways..”

After we ordered our food and waited ,a whole 20 minutes passed of her telling me how her day was, she then started to ask me how was my day.

“Oh nothing really”, I said trying to keep my face neutral but failed as I lied.

“Oh Big Bullocks, tell me because from the looks of that face you’re making it seems you saw something interesting all right and I wanna know.”, She replied clearly not buying my lie for a minute.

“I sort of ran into a guy ,an old friend of mine, who I was very close friends with-”, I responded midsentence but was cut off by her to continue.

“You what?!”, She said her eyes wide as saucers with a excited grin as she misinterpreted what I just said,”(Y/N) do you know what this means, what you just said?”

“Um, sort of... I”, I responded in confusion as my eyes squinted at her slightly.

“You are in love!”, She said as she smiled widely and squealed like nails on a chalkboard.

Catching on to what she was saying I immediately declined.

“Oh no no its nothing like that, believe me your getting way ahead of yourself,” I responded in a bland expression as I tried to hide meekly blush appearing on my cheeks.

“Of course it is, you’re only making it more obvious by denying it you know”, She replied trying to pry out the information out of me.

“No there isn’t any love indication with him and I’m sure of it. I’m serious”, I replied trying to think of a way to change the subject.

I then spotted the food tray on our table.

“Oh wow would you look at that the food has arrived!”, I said in a cheerful tone as I thanked the waiter for bringing our food.

“Mark my words, (Y/N) (L/N) I will find out your secret, you so cravingly hide.”, She said as she pointed the spoon at me as she squinted her eyes at me.

“Speaking of cravings. Let’s eat.” I said suddenly successfully changing the subject.

After we finished eating and payed for our delicious food, we headed outside for a walk.

“So were would you like to go?”, I asked her as I walked beside her.

“Well there is this bookshop, I’ve been wanting to go to, maybe look at some books.”, She said thinking out loud as she paced through her mind,” It’s a few blocks away I believe if I’m correct.”

“Well, I’ll go if you go. Lead the way”, I said as I followed her 

It took us a few moments to get there but when we did reach the bookshop I couldn’t help but have the feeling I’ve seen this before.

“A.Z. Fell & Co. Bookshop”, I read as I looked at the sign, the store’s outward appearance was a bright red and had two signs one that said ‘OPEN’ and other had an Opening hours that was surprisingly and oddly long. It read:

Bookshop Opening Hours

"I open the shop on most weekdays about 9:30 AM. perhaps 10AM. While occasionally I open the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1. Except on Tuesday. I tend to close about 3:30 PM, or earlier if something needs tending to. However, I might occasionally keep the shop open until 8 or 9 at night, you never know when you might need some night reading. On days that I am not in, the shop will remain closed. On weekends, I will open the shop during normal hours unless I am elsewhere. Bank Mondays will be treated in the usual fashion, with early closing on Wednesdays, or sometimes Fridays.

(For Sundays see Tuesdays)

A. Z. Fell, Bookseller"

“Well from the looks of it it’s opened,” I said as I ignored the long opening hour sign in front of me as it was far too tiring to read,” After you.”

I opened the door for my friend while I followed behind her as the door closed causing a ‘ding’ of a bell to sound on the shop, alerting that someone had entered.

I awed in amazement as I saw the bountiful of books in the shelves, 

‘This place looked stunning, even more than my library at home’ I thought as I scanned the bookshelves that held many marvelous and classical books.

“Oh no! I have to leave”, I heard Elizabeth say in panic,  As she looked at her watch with wide eyes,” I’ll get fired if I don’t hurry, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay for long.”

“It’s Okay, besides we’ll meet some other time”, I said giving her a small smile.

“Thank You for understanding”, She said giving me a small smile of her own,” Well, I’m off. Bring me a book as well!”

Just like that, she left the shop leaving me and the peaceful silence to myself. I went back to scanning the room in the shop and the books.

I came across a bookshelf and started dragging my fingers across the books embroidered and well- defined spines. I came across one that read “To Kill a Mockingbird A Novel by Harper Lee.”

As I was about to take the precious book from the shelf I heard a clear cough from someone behind, causing me to flinch and startling me as I backed away causing my back to hit something as I felt it touch my shoulder very delicately but the. As I was about to take the precious book from the shelf  

“U-Umm Excuse me, sorry to inter-”, I heard a voice say behind me, after it cleared its throat awkwardly.

Startling me, I jumped and backed away causing my back to hit something as I felt it touch my shoulders very delicately but then disappear as I heard footsteps back away from behind me. 

“Oh Dear, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” The masculine voice said in a soft tone.

I then turned around quickly locking eyes with two bright and beautiful ocean ones. The man—I had now confirmed—seemed to fit right in with the rest of the shop. His clothes had a very vintage feel to them, and although it was highly unlikely, something in myself told me that they were all original. He was not terribly tall, but he wasn’t short, either. He had such a kind face, that was currently frowning in embarrassment. All of this was topped off by some extremely blond curls—so blond in fact that they may as well have been white. Although he would not be considered particularly handsome by most estimates, something about him was drawing me to him like bread to butter.  the person did had some gained weight on him that had stood out very adorably with his nifty pastel suit and brown shoes that perfectly matched his cute little white bow tie on his neck. There was this sense of peaceful aura circulating around in a radiating way when I was near him. There was no denying in my mind that this person looked oh so gorgeous and undoubtedly out of a masterpiece painting. Purity and dainty was marked and sculptured in his beauty like an angel with perfection. Exactly like an angel. No, He was an angel. It was Aziraphale without a doubt in mind.

“You just looked so happy and so focused, I just thought it would be rude and no good manner of mine to interrupt your concentration.”, He said as he looked down in a meek and shy manner a nervous smile planted on his plump rosy lips.

“U-Um no worries...its Okay”, I started to say in a stammer, as I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment as I stared at him. ’Why am I stammering’ I thought in my head as I have never had occurred to have done this before.

“Oh really, well that’s good to hear, Crowley said that I had a tendency of sneaking up on people.”, Aziraphale said a hint of relief in his voice and with heart-warming smile along with chuckle.

I laughed as well feeling my heart skipped a beat and beating out of my chest repeatedly as if the sound I just heard was the most perfect sound ever created. ’Seriously what’s going on with me’ I thought in my mind thinking I was probably sick or coming down with something

“Good Heaven’s, where are my manners? I’m Aziraphale and the current owner of this shop. And you are miss...?”, He said as he held out his hand in a welcome fashion

“Mrs. (L/N), but my friends call me (Y/N) and its an honor to be standing in your bookshop”, I replied as I shook his warm hand gently in mine. 

“Oh, Thank You and its great to meet your acquaintance...”, He said with a happy grin on his face as he shook my hand happily.

“Have you come to purchase a book here by any chance.”, He asked as he let go of my hand and put both of them behind his back, his face changing in a neutral expression,” Because if you were so happened to be here for that matter, I’m afraid it’s closed.”

“Well, I- Um, had a friend who so happened that wanted to come here, but she left moments ago and I’m afraid she won’t come later,” I explained in a nice manner,” We were planning on looking about around your shop and see what books you had in here, and maybe buy one not completely sure. You see this is our first time at your bookshop. The sign outside said it was “OPEN” if I remembered.”

“Oh I must of forgotten to turn the sign at the door! I can be really so forgetful at times,” Aziraphale said in realization with a hint of horror, then his face was wearing a small smile that was adorned prettily with his rosy cheeks as he rambled with excitement, ”Well then, my dearest of welcome to you and U-Um you are free to look around the shelves in the shop and pick your book, you can also come to me if you have any trouble if you’d like or need any assistance in picking one, of course there’s that one-- Oh goodness me ”

“Well now that you mention it, I actually don’t even know what book to look for, I hope it wouldn’t be a bother if I could ask for some help from you, Aziraphale?”, I replied as I smiled slightly at him saying his name in a soft tone.

He looked at me with those captivating eyes of his and hastily replied, ”N-no it wouldn’t be at all, on the contrary I actually enjoy helping people and its my job, especially with finding a good book to read. I like reading myself, you see and in terms of working here I pretty much know all of these books from top to bottom. You never know when someone needs a good night reading or any literature for that matter. ”

“Wow you mean, you work here all by yourself and do everything around here.” I said in complete amazement as I looked at this person with utter most respect as I followed him at his side.

“Y-yes I do in fact, but its never a bother for me ,really. It keeps me more motivated to do things around and it keeps me busy, despite how hard it is. It does get quite lonely here, but the silence hear is lovely and perfect for reading-- I’m rambling again aren’t I? ”

“Oh its okay ramble away if you have to, its quite entertaining. You weren’t joking about the shop being quiet though,” I said as I let out a joyful chuckle, trailing behind him.

“You are too nice and yes it is quiet indeed”, He agreed as he laughed along, he then went and carried a big stack of books towards, ”I’ll be back, once I’m done organizing these over on that shelf”

The books looked pretty heavy and there where piled no more higher than him and it worried me that it was going to fall as it wiggled and the carrier holding the mount of books was having a lot of trouble.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help with that?”, I asked with concern as I watched him trying to look were he was going by peeking slightly at the front of the pile of assorted books.

“Uh No no need, Dear. Just having a bit of trouble carrying them that’s all, they are quite heavy.”, He said with a bashful chuckle as he kept walking towards a hallway his lips forming sounds of struggle.

Not buying a bit of his excuse, I decided to take it upon myself to follow him and as I stood in front of his view, grabbed half of the stacks that were above the pile as many as I could until I had the same amount of books in Aziraphale’s hands. Startled and now being able to see clearly as there were no more little than 7 or 6 books in his hands, he looked at me shocked and with softness in his eyes.

“You do know it’s okay, to ask for help, Right?”, I said with a smile, as I carried the pile of books in my hands.

“O-of course ....Thank You”, He said as he looked at me with slightly wide eyes in pure shock, a hint of shyness in his voice.

“Your welcome”, I replied with a small grin.

A few hours passed as I helped Aziraphale with sorting his books on the shelves, and he talked about many things and books as well as I did, the only sound in the shop was the clock ticking by. But as we did there was something that has been bothering me since we first talked. ‘Why didn’t he remember’, I thought with worry.

‘It has been many years since I’ve seen him so maybe it wouldn’t have really jogged his memory for me to appear, but then again I did kind of expected him to at least remember me’ I thought quite angrily yet understanding as I thought of  the angel,’ Couldn’t really blame him though with upstairs and all of that involved it wouldn’t surprise me for him to forget me, too many years of paperwork I guess. Shouldn’t that be a good thing though? I mean for all I know as much as an angel of a principality he is and may seem he could be working with heaven to execute me and he is danger to me if it does seem that way.

 “Well, now that the books are in there proper places”, Aziraphale said as he looked at the books he had just stocked with glee,” I’m ready to help you with finding the perfect book for you. So what do you like to read in your spare time?”

“Mostly about Paris or anything really that captures my attention, but to save your time after sorting all those books with me...,” I said as I paused for a moment to look at the bookshelf and analyzing each book, then later spotting one that caught my curious eye,” Aha! This one.”

I took it out and the embellished cover read, “Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.” 

“Hmm its seems like a good read and exactly what I’m looking for”, I said as I pondered, looking at it for a moment,” Is it okay if I just borrow it?”

“I can tell and know how much these books mean to you, and besides I already have a library of my own at home. I do keep promises, when I say that I will return it as soon as I have finished it.”, I added knowing fully well why he seemed hesitant to reply to my question on borrowing the book.

“Well you did help and I appreciate it a bunch. As a matter a fact you can keep it,” He said almost a bit hesitant, but nonetheless very kindly and with a small smile, ”As a gift for helping me and all.”

“I couldn’t, I only helped because I wanted to not for something in return. I really can’t accept this”, I replied as I stubbornly declined his generous and absolutely kind offering.

“It’s a gift between friends”, He said softly as he looked at me,” I enjoyed your company very much, and It would make me very happy if you would accept it. I have an extra copy of that same book anyways”

Geez he really is an angel. He really lives the name up to its potential and meaning.

“Okay, but I’ll only accept it if you agree to let me help you around if you need any.”, I said as I held the book tightly in my hand,” and to let me come to your shop every once in a while. If you’ll let me that is?.”

“Since you insist, Of course and you are welcome to my shop whenever you can.”, He said in a friendly manner as he kept that smile on his face.

“Is it okay if I can read it in here for a while?”, I asked him half-wishing and half-hoping he would say yes,” That’s if you are fine with it.”

“There isn’t that many customers coming in today and I was about to sit down and catch up on my daily reading as well. Of course you can stay”, He responded with a glowing and beaming grin as he went to put on his reading glasses that looked very good on him.

“Thank You,” I said as my heart beat in excitement and with happiness mixed together.

“No need for that, I actually enjoy your company very much,” He responded waving off my “thanks”,” I’m afraid, its not every day you get to enjoy a nice book with someone else who likes them as much as I do. Glad to see, that I could share it with you.”

 “Would you like some tea?”, He asked me as he carried a tray with two cups.

“Oh yes. Thank you very much,” I replied as I took the cup he had placed in the small table in front of me.

I then remembered something important that I had to do today and quickly declined as I made up an excuse.

“Um, now that you mention it I can’t stay...”, I replied in a hurry as I rambled in explanation with embarrassment,” I had this thing going on  that I left at home and should be waiting for me ...”

“Oh really?”, He said in a surprised tone at my sudden outburst.

“Yes and I better get going, so have a nice and wonderful day.”, I said as I hurried for the door outside, before the man outside could open it. As I heard Aziraphale say ‘Come Again!’ behind me. I replied with a “Will do!” as the door to the shop closed swiftly behind me. Feeling blue and guilt for the angel I so much adored for not staying, as I thought of a way to repay him. I  sat down on a abandoned bench with no people walking in plain sight. I then grabbed my “Divine Comedy” book I had in my coat and looking sideways I mentally miracled some sticky note out of thin air with a pen and with my best calligraphy writing, I wrote:

“𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝔃𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓮,

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌  𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒

𝐿𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐵𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈,

               (𝒴/𝒩) (𝐿/𝒩)

𝓟.𝓢. 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 ��𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔!”

I then put the cap on the pen and laid it down beside me. Taking out the written sticky note, I paste it on the front of the book’s cover and  miracled it to the shop with a snap of my fingers. I then grabbed the pen and sticky note box as I placed them neatly in the pockets of my coats. Whistling a tune, I couldn’t ignore the growing happy grin on my face, as my heart grew wings and did a happy dance as I would if I was alone and not in the public streets.

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{Nighttime}

I walked in a brisk pace as my feet hit the pavement on the ground as I made my long walk, As I approached my home and opened it. I then closed it and just when I did, I saw a silhouette of a man sitting in my chair in the moonlight as everything surrounding him was painted dark and pitch black.

“Home sweet Home”, The demon, Azazel said in a bored and mysterious tone as he looked at me with his piercing eyes, with a glint of curiosity behind it,”(Y/N)”

“What are you doing in my home?!” I asked startled and angry as I grabbed the vase next to me,” How many more times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before I resort to violence.”

“No hello? How nice of you. Well then, all greetings aside,” The demon said as it  approached quietly with each footstep, only to see  clearly as it stood in the light’s view, the demon looked and dressed decently in his black coat that he wore with his tie, hands clasped together behind his back and long black hair slicked back as he looked at me with a bored face,” I’m here to talk about business. I believe you know what I’m talking about.”

As I heard a thunder clap from outside, the pitter-pattering of rain resounding outside as it fell, covering the windows like a cascade or waterfall, I looked at the man in front of me with fury and disgust.

“Yes quite frankly, and no I’m not joining your side if that’s what you are offering. Neither you or them for that matter”, I said in irritation as I looked at the demon with a glare as I tried my best to be polite in the most hateful way as I pointed up and down to signify ‘Heaven and Hell’, I then pointed towards the door that leads to the outside,” There is the door, so you can show yourself off now.”

“Yes I know and I’m afraid, I won’t be doing that.”, He said with a dead and irritated tone obviously not bothered by my way of speaking,” I didn’t came here for that, I came because my Highness has sent a message for you.”

He then took something from his pocket and there was a letter with the name “Lucifer” burnt and imprinted on the front of the envelope with seal symbol of a pentagram.

“I don’t want his bribing or anything from him. I’m not some product or weapon to be bought with or to mess around ”, I said in a stern strict voice not wanting anything to with the demon or his poor excuse of his so called Highness, Lucifer, as I kept a confident posture, and not taking the envelope or so as to touch it whatsoever from his hands.

“It is not my place to say this, but the sooner you cut this weak and rubbish act of bravery and join our side, the easier it is for the both of us and this war,” He responded as he put the letter on the table,” In the end you don’t really have much of a choice, anyways.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”, I asked in anger and irritation in my voice as I stood still in my spot in front of him somehow confused with what he said.

He then walked past me towards the door rudely, and not answering my question as he turn the doorknob and left not caring for the rain that pouring down from the star covered night sky, I followed after him in frustration as I yelled at him,” Answer me!”

“Oh I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise of the ‘Great Plan’, you’ll soon see yourself,” He responded as he stopped dead in his tracks, his back turned and facing me as drops of rain covered his body. He then turned his head towards me and said the sentence that I feared the most with a devilish-eating grin,” After All,......”

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽”

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{So what did you guys think?

I made Tom Hiddleston as my character Azazel because he fit the characteristics pretty well as he did for Loki. 

I hope you liked it 

and stay tuned for the next chapter}

#aziraphale x reader #aziraphale #crowley x reader #good omens crowley x reader #good omens #michael sheen #david tennant #tom hiddleston

[locria-writes]

Omg do you have a snippet of MCs cherry pop with lothar??

i actually do

(also the first chunk was already posted here as a different snippet, but i never posted the ending, so here’s the full thing)

For as long as he can remember, Lothar never liked other people looking at what he thought was his. It was negligible at first, for his mentor made certain to destroy anything that could be deemed his own.

Maybe that’s why he feels the need to protect and hide away his belongings – including yourself.

It was too easy to convince you to shy away from the world. It took some carefully engineered incidents to terrify you, some creative use of his magic to pretend as though there were those out to harm you, and a few words to convince you to stay at his home. From there, it only got easier and easier to persuade you to stop your visitors, then to stop all social functions, and then to simply stay within your shared quarters.

But Lothar isn’t a heartless man. It pains him to hurt you in any way, but it’s the only way to keep you safe, hidden away from all that can possibly harm you.

Even if that means hurting you himself.

To the outside world, he merely tells them you’re ill, suffering from constant fatigue and dizziness. Nobody thinks to doubt him – the perfect gentleman, the kind and well-mannered dog of the court.

“My darling, were you all right without me?” There’s a rush of relief when he sees you in your chambers, as always. He knows it’s foolish to expect you anywhere else, but the fear is still there. He still remembers the panic when you went to visit your brother and weren’t back when he was.

He thought you’d left him, just like everyone else.

You’re sitting by your vanity, brushing those lovely locks of yours, as you turn to him. Your face lights up as you rush over to him, flinging your slender arms around his waist. “My lord…”

He chuckles, running a hand through your hair. “Did you miss me, my sweet girl?”

“I did.” Your voice is muffled as you nuzzle your face into his chest. “It was scary again today.”

“My poor girl is so brave.” Lothar leans down and kisses your cheek. “I’ll make it all better.”

He picks you up, cradling you close to his chest, and sits down your shared bed, with you on his lap “You must have been so scared.”

“Not while you’re here.” Your gaze is still fractured, and it hurts him to see you like this.

It hurts him more that a part of him is thrilled to see you like this.

He smiles wanly, brushing your hair once more. “Before that, I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

“Mhm.” He reaches into his pocket for the small jar he bought earlier. “I heard that this is popular with the young ladies.”

You take the ornate jar, examining the floral patterns on it. “What is it?”

“Rouge.”

You take off the lid, and the aromatic fragrance of it fills the room. The colour is a rich and deep red, not the colour you normally wear. “This must have cost you a small fortune.”

“It’s nothing compared to you.” Lothar takes one of your hands – so delicate and untainted – in his gloved ones, dipping one of your fingers into the pot. “Try it on. The colour might be deep, but I think it will suit you wonderfully.”

The bashful flush that dusts your cheeks wipes away the day’s fatigue. How wonderful it would be if he could spend the rest of his life only coaxing such adorable expressions from you. Forget everything and everyone – that would be his heaven on earth.

He gently uses your finger to paint your lips with the rouge. It’s a bit too heavy for someone as fresh-faced and innocent as yourself, but it’s a good match nonetheless, at least aesthetically. He’d much rather you only wear the light and pastel colours of youth, not the dark and mature colours of the jaded.

“You look lovely, my sweet girl,” he murmurs, raising your dirtied finger to his lips. “Absolutely stunning.”

Your shy expression as he licks your finger is bliss. The trembling of your lower lip when he begins to suck on it is almost too much for him.

He really wants to push you down and take you right then and there, but he’s a man of patience. You’re the most darling girl he’ll ever know, and you deserve to be worshipped thusly.

“M-my lord…” you murmur, voice quivering ever so slightly.

He hums around the digit, dragging his tongue from the base to the tip of it, relishing the quiet whimper that escapes you. He pulls away, purposely allowing for a trail of saliva to form to see your flushed cheeks grow darker. “Nothing should ever mar your beautiful skin, my dear girl.”

“Nothing but you, my lord.” The soft smile you give him feels like it can absolve him of all his sins.

“You’re absolutely adorable.” He pushes you down onto the bed, golden eyes flashing crimson for a second. “You make me feel like both a terrible man and the most blest.”

“You’re not a bad man.” You reach up to cup his face, but he grabs your wrist, and leans down to kiss you.

It starts off soft, lips moving against each other, breaths mingling together. Lothar drags his tongue against your bottom lip, almost reverently as though he seeks permission, which he knows you’ll grant without fail. You moan when his tongue touches yours, and your free arm grabs onto his hair, lightly tugging it.

He groans into the kiss, releasing your hand to reach for something under his pillow. You heed little attention to it as the kiss grows more and more fervent. It isn’t until you feel a prick of pain that you realize he grabbed a dagger and was slowly cutting off your dress.

He breaks the kiss first, smears of rouge left on his lips as he gives you a saccharine smile. “It seems I’ve ruined your rouge.”

“It’s fine if it’s you, my lord.” Your breath hitches as he tears off your dress, thin trails of blood following his blade. “What are you doing?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your skin is?” he whispers, dragging its tip along your stomach. “I want to keep it unblemished, but at the same time, it’s the perfect canvas.”

“I’m afraid… It hurts…”

“A love as grand as ours will always hurt.” His dagger digs into your upper thigh, your whimper of pain makes him chuckle. “How can there be love if there isn’t pain?”

“Please, my lord – “

“I understand.” He sets the blade down as he moves down to your leg. “It’s a shame for such beautiful skin to break, for such precious blood to be spilled.”

Your moan is of pain and bliss as his lips press against the cut. His tongue darts out, greedily lapping away at the blood that escapes from your wound. Your blood has always been special to him – it’s the only thing he’s ever been able to taste, and it tastes of heaven and innocence.

He wonders if it will still taste like that when he’s done with you.

Your trembling and whimpers all feed into his joy. Only he can hurt you like this, and only he can bring you such pleasure. It’s his utmost honour to be able to do so.

“My lord…! It hurts, it hurts!” He ignores your cries as his tongue digs into the cut. Your blood is just so intoxicating, so alluring…

“Please stop! Please…” You’re openly sobbing now, fingers tangled in his hands. “I can’t…it’s too painful…Lothar…”

The sound of his name leaving your sweet lips pull him out of his reverie. Lothar pulls away to see tears streaming down your face. He feels conflicted – on one hand, he wants to kiss away your tears and tell you everything will be all right, that he won’t hurt you, but on the other, he wants to hurt you. He wants to spill your blood and drink it all; he wants to wrap his hands around your dainty neck and see you struggle for breath; he wants to see your sweet face twisted in pain.

“Did it hurt?” he asks softly, licking his lips for any residual blood. “Did it scare you?”

You nod pitifully, eyes wide with fear. “That’s what I always dream of – of those shadows hurting me like that.”

“Ah, that sounds awful, my darling girl.” It’s too easy to feign a sympathetic look. He has no intentions in helping to allay the nightmares he’s so lovingly crafted.

When you’re awake, he’s there to soothe you, to play the part of the concerned lover. He’ll cradle you gently in his arms, kissing away your tears, and coaxing you to calmness with soothing nothings and by feeding you his blood, citing it as a way to keep any bad magic away from you.

When you’re asleep, he makes those dreams happen, twisting whatever pleasant ones you may have into nightmares. He longs to see you truly defiled like him, so you’ll never leave him. He longs to see the light in your eyes diminish, to see your innocence wither away by his hands so you can stand with him on equal grounds.

Lothar runs a gloved hand along your thigh. “Do you want me to make it better?”

“Please…” He loves hearing you whimper.

He smiles, lowering his head to between your legs. It’s a delicious sight, to see you already so wet for him. “You seem quite excited today, my darling. Maybe it didn’t hurt so much after all.”        

He doesn’t wait for your response, licking along your slit for your wonderful moans. It’s a shame he can’t taste for he’s certain he would love the taste of your honey. Instead, he settles for those seductive sounds you make as he pushes his tongue inside of you. Your hands are gripping his hair so tightly that it hurts, but it’s a satisfying hurt. It’s not like the pain he used to feel.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against your folds. “So wet, and just for me, darling girl.”

“Please…don’t tease….me…” You moan loudly this time as he gives you a few nips, feeling the pleasure spread throughout your body.

It only adds to his feast, luckily. He begins licking and sucking, determined not to let a single drop of you go to waste. How heavenly you must taste. “You’re…just overflowing…” He continues, ignoring the slight ache in his jaw. Your sweet moans are reward enough for him as you come for him over and over.

You’re a trembling mess by the time he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking that off. The sight of you -- legs splayed out, slick with sweat and your own honey, ruined rouge, and a flushed with teary eyes brings his attention to the uncomfortable strain in his trousers.

“Are you all right?” He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head, though he figures you’re lying. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“It’s…it’s not fair if only I get something…” Your eyes dart away from his, and it’s so cute he almost laughs.

“I can take care of it myself.”

“No!” You grab his arm, albeit rather weakly. “I…um…I want to help…”

He almost believes he misheard you until you reach for his trousers with a red face. “My dear rose, you needn’t do this.”

“But I want to!” You pout, and his heart melts. “We…um…we still haven’t….m-made love…”

Your sentiment is so adorable, but he shakes his head. “We just did.”

“That was just you loving me though.”

“That’s enough for me.”

“No, it isn’t.” In his lowered guard, you somehow manage to undo his trousers.

“Please, my lord, Lothar – “

That’s all it takes for him to indulge you. He tugs off his clothes hastily but loses his nerve as his length touches your entrance. “Are you absolutely certain?”

“Yes, please.” Your voice is breathy as you stare up at him. “Please make love to me.”

He pushes inside you, slowly to gauge your response. You wince at first at the unfamiliarity, and your arms start to wrap around his back, but his holds your hands down instead, lacing his fingers through yours. “It hurts at first, my love. But it’ll be over soon.”

“You’re so warm.” Lothar groans once he’s fully inside, reluctant to start moving as your walls tighten around him. “So tight, so soft.”

“It…hurts a little…” You’re squeezing his hands tightly and he can see the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“It’ll hurt more if I don’t move.” He makes a few shallow thrusts, and your moans are slightly pained. “It’ll feel good later.”

You slowly nod your assent, and he slowly begins to move, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust, and your moans growing more and more pleasured.

“You feel…so good…” The words almost get caught in his throat. “I love you, my darling…. I love you so…so much…”

“I…I love you too…Lothar…”  

Somehow, that ruins him entirely. The measured pace he so painstakingly maintained is gone now, replaced by a wild and erratic one. He pulls out of you, smirking at your needy whine.

Gone now was the fear of hurting you, and now he only wishes to see you in pain.

He lets go of your hands, gripping onto your hips with bruising force as he lifts them off the bed, changing the angle so he can hit deeper inside of you.

“Does it hurt?”  

You don’t respond, instead, crying out as he re-enters you.  

“You’re…a lewd girl…aren’t you?” He pounds into you with such fervour that it almost seems angry. “The sweet…innocent girl…likes being fucked like this…”

Your arms wrap around his back, fingernails digging painfully into his back, but it feels so wonderful with your lovely sounds.

He doesn’t know how many times you come until he does. He almost forgets to pull out, and it isn’t until he feels himself over the edge. He spills himself over your stomach, and that snaps him out of his

It was close – too close. He just got you, how could he possibly lose you?

“Lothar…”  

“What is it, my darling?” He wraps his arms around, careful not to touch the cuts from before.

“Do you really love me?”

What a silly question. “Of course, I do.” He kisses your sweaty forehead. “I love you more than anything in this world.”

Your eyes tell him you don’t believe him, but before he can question you further, you snuggle up against him. Your breathing becomes even, and you’ve fallen asleep.

Lothar sits there, stroking your hair absently. If you’re questioning him like this, you must know something.

Whatever it is, he’ll destroy it and remove it from your memory. You should only remember the good things that he does, and the evil things of the world.

You should only remember that you are his, and he is yours.

The rest of the world can burn for all he cares.

#aab snippets #aab lothar #it's oooooold bruh this and he val one?? ancient #actually why is all of my aab smoot so old like wtf i guess i never upgraded #also yes lothar won't pop mc's cherry until waaaay after they're in a relationship and they've done other stuff #Anonymous

[love-and-anarchy-au]

Love & Anarchy: Chapter 25

well well, here we are. one chapter behind from the last one of the season part. ace, i’m so emotional right now  so i can’t say much (there’s many things going in my life as much as political as personal), however, this chapter does... calm me down (?) xd i swear this chapter was SO hard to write, as it is... heavy. there were many things going on in alec’s head and i had to portrait them all; i dont know if i did it well, so you’ll tell. warnings are down there, hope you have a nice wednesday; i’ll see you on 2021! <3

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

Masterlist

WARNING: this chapter includes death, violence, murders and infanticide.

Tag list: @healing-winston-pratt @honey-hippie-harper @obsidianfr3sk @nodrianbcyes @everyone-has-a-nightmare @magykaldealings @nobellrenaissance @cerenoya @cassin-the-assasin @cindersnightmare

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

17 years old Alec

    Make it rain all the tears a prodigy ever cried...

    A torrential rain lashed Gatlon, a rain so  unusual for a city like this. While Gatlon City was a seaside city, and ninety percent of the time it was cloudy and humid, with its famous ‘friday showers’ (sudden rains that ruined weekend plans), it had never experienced a storm like that. Just going outside meant drowning because of the terrible and excessive amount of water that the sky was crying. Liters and liters in seconds, like jumping to the ground and swimming in a river (a very dirty one, by the way).

    Just like he had asked Tempest.

    A week had passed since Gatlon’s Bridge fell; a week that had been stretched like gum, to tell the truth. Alec and his Anarchists had already taken responsibility for such justified (and poetic; destroying bridges to recreate them) destruction by taking the highest-rated channel on public television and introducing themselves as the liberators of prodigies: the Anarchists. They had advocated for the rights of prodigies and for stopping the slaughter that happened every day, but since the warning, society had only become more hysterical and bloody. They were looking everywhere for Queen Bee, Tempest, Flower Power, but most of all, Ace Anarchy.

    He was the one who had stood in front of the camera with his helmet covering his face and giving him an identity at the same time. He was the one who had exposed himself to all of Gatlon City, floating in the air as if he were the air itself, breaking a bridge like someone would crush a cookie until the only thing left were crumbs.

    So he was constantly mentioned in the newspapers and on television; the government offered a reward of a million to whoever captured him, like an animal.

    But no one knew his face, and he had been careful to wear gloves during the assault, like everyone else.

    Also, the people who called him ‘Ace’ were either dead or had agreed to call him ‘Artino’ until they brought that society down once and for all.

    That was the reason why it rained.

    For the second phase of the plan.

    Government.

    Henry Bleach and him were sheltering in an alley near Mayor Robert Hayes’ mansion. They were soaked to the bone, but they were so angry, so indignant, so vengeful, that when the water touched them, it evaporated and returned to the sky. Alec’s fists were clenched like presses, and Henry was holding his jaw. They waited for Margot's signal to proceed, as she would tell them when the mansion's telephone line and power had been cut off.

    Enjoy it, Ace.

    I will.

    Alec collected all the sadness he had been keeping to himself since he was five years old, and exchanged it for anger and revenge, like someone who exchanges a coin for a foreign one. He replayed Julieta’s death over and over again; how he had been unable to do anything, how they had not cared  about murdering a human being at all. He also remembered Alexandra, her screams, the insults from the crowd, the lack of mercy. Blood, blood, no individual in society was innocent. Mercy, mercy, no citizen had any mercy.

    He wouldn't have it either.

    Lightning tore through the sky like an electric cobweb.

    Henry groaned.

    It was their signal to proceed.

    They walked (swam) out of the alley, stepping in puddles so deep that their boots could have caught fish as they were filled with water. The street was deserted, like an ocean in the death of the night, and the lights were overshadowed by the amount of water. Henry and Alec headed  towards  the metal gate of the Victorian mansion. Alec could perceive cameras (metal, plastic, cables, glass, more cables) but his Anarchists had cut the power and the  telephone lines, so before the power cut off, the cameras had been deactivated without calling the police, unlike what would’ve happened if they hadn’t planned or thought about it. Henry melted into lava; one second he was a human and in the next one, he was a red, black, orange, very dense liquid. He  slipped under the bars, to reappear on the other side; he was so fast that there wasn’t a reaction when the cold water came into contact with the hot lava.

    Alec smiled and opened the lock with his invisible hand. He followed Henry out onto the porch, where they took a deep breath and shook the water from their bones.

    They looked into each other's eyes for a second and confirmed  they were indeed going to do what they had planned to. There were no doubts in either eyes, so Alec opened the door again and they found themselves inside the huge mansion. They were in a hallway, from where  they could see a larger room with marble stairs and another exit that led to the main dining room. Both Henry and him had memorized the map of the entire mansion.

    They looked at each other once more.

    Alec claimed the mayor.

    Henry conceded that to him.

    They went up to the second floor, being many times about to fall down the  stairs, since water and marble  were not a good combination if stepping firmly was what you were looking for. Upon  arriving, they realized  the second floor was just as pretentious, even in the dim light. There were gold mirrors and expensive pictures on the walls, the floor was so carefully polished you could see your reflection on it; only their shadows would be witnesses of what was meant to happen that night. There were ten rooms on this floor, but Alec and Henry were only interested in two, specifically.

    And they were in front of them.

    Alec gulped hard, bringing all of his anger up to his throat.

    He closed his eyes.

    He would have no mercy.

    No. Mercy.

    Kill them slowly, the voice in his head asked, and he thought it was more than fine, it was perfect.

    They entered the mayor and his wife’s room  without bothering about being silent; they didn't care about anything ever since they had destroyed Gatlon’s Bridge. It was too dark to see anything, but Alec knew where Robert Hayes and his wife were, covered in cotton and silk blankets. The Anarchist closed his eyes and, with his invisible hands, took the sheets, wrapped them around the monsters’ necks, and pulled like someone would pull a rope to strangle something, someone. If the two of them were sleeping so soundly that they couldn't hear their door slam open, the lack of air did wake them up. One second after that, they began  searching for air like fishes out of the water; they squirmed, tried to say something, put their hands around their necks to  unsuccessfully try to get rid of their murderers, but the sheets were tightening harder and harder...

    Their necks snapped, their skull collided with their spine, and they died.

    Just like that.

    It had been so easy.

    It had felt so good to experience power in his skin again.

    Alec's lips trembled,  trying to process all the fullness of using his powers as a demonstration that he was not weak, that he was not a rat, that he was much more than just a prodigy to free...

    Suddenly, Henry pulled a knife out of his pocket and started stabbing Mayor Robert Hayes corpse’s chest, over and over. He was rampant, avenging the death of his little brother, who had been born with wings; that same brother who had been ordered to be executed by those who had sworn to protect lives  instead of taking them. He had witnessed his death and had been unable to do anything at all...

    Alec left that room, leaving Henry to free his monsters in peace. He had already locked his own and they were safely in a cage deep within his soul.

    Two victims still remained.

    Across the hall were his next crimes, so he went in that direction. His feet hit the marble and as they were wet, they generated sounds similar to those he had caused when Gatlon’s Bridge collapsed; splash, a family drowns in the river, splash, a prodigy lives one more day. They were necessary sacrifices, since you couldn't grow without letting go. With his thoughts, he was every step more certain of the atrocity he was about to commit.

    Atrocity, no. Indispensable sacrifice, he corrected himself.

    He nodded to himself, and opened the door with his mental hands.

    The room was painted in pastel colors, vaguely distinguishable in the dark. There was a bed and a wooden cradle, with two children sleeping peacefully. Alec groped in his right pocket for the gun Margot had lent him (he didn't want to know where or how she got it); he wanted to commit these murders instantly, without turning, with one strike.

    He gulped hard.

    Think of Julieta.

    He thought of Julieta, and he was corrupted with sadness. He instantly changed it for anger, in the blink of an eye. His knuckles tightened on the gun’s grip; he had never used one but knew how to use it thanks to Margot's explanation.

    He did not think of Julieta's opinion of what he was about to do.

    Oh God...

    Think of Alexandra.

    He thought of Alexandra, and this time he was already filled with fury directly. Heat rose through his fingers, ran through the bullets, his blood, his eyes...

    He didn't think about what she had once said, on the river’s shore.

    Violence makes more...

    Think of James.

    He thought of James and a groan escaped from his throat. He unhooked the gun, loaded it roughly, and took aim, not knowing what he was aiming at; he would deflect the bullet with his mind.

    He thought about what James would say (and what his mind was saying), and it echoed back in his mind.

    At all costs...

    Pull the trigger, Ace.

    He didn't doubt anymore.

    He shot.

    The bullet reached its destination by art of his powers: the temple of one of Robert Hayes’ sons.

    The other woke up and tried to scream/cry/process what was happening, but Alec was faster and the next second he was dead. This time he did aim with the gun and not with his powers.

    Two more sacrifices to the count.

    They couldn't take the risk of letting the mayor's children live; they were innocent at the time, but until when? Also, if they lived, they might want revenge on Alec at some point in their lives and he couldn't risk that.

    He had no regrets at all for what he had just done.

    Every cause implies sacrifices...

    His cause was not an exception to that rule; rather, it was the motto of their cause. He would make all the sacrifices that he had to make to set prodigies free.

    At all costs...

    Henry came into the room and shook his head. Alec nodded.

    He left the bodies behind, and returned to the room of his third murder. He wrapped the bloody blankets around the container of who had been Robert Hayes, and made it levitate. He went down the stairs accompanied by a bleeding ghost and reached the corridor, where his friend even more covered in blood awaited them.

    Henry smiled.

    Alec did the same behind his helmet.

    Phase two was not over yet.

                                                               -

    They were all gathered in the Gatlon’s news building.

    Carrie Harper, alias Flower Power, in a jean bodysuit, which had a flowered chest pocket, her hair tied in a loose ponytail, rubber boots covering her feet, and a white face mask covering her face.

    Honey Harper, alias Queen Bee, in a yellow and black sequin dress, an anti-gravity hairstyle, and an impractical pair of heels.

    Margot Climat, alias Tempest,  was almost dressed as a pirate: beige pants to the height of her ribs, a white silk shirt, black leather buccaneers, a huge coat that could be buttoned up in a dress, her hair tied in a long, gray braid, and a wide-brimmed black hat.

    Bruce Chapman, alias Atomic Brain, in his coat, white shirt, tie, office pants, lab goggles and his ash blonde guidy jaff.

    Henry Bleach, alias Magma, with clothes dyed red, and hair billowing like raging flames.

    Leroy Flinn, alias Cyanide, in his dirty robe, frayed jeans, and faded gray T-shirt.

    And Alec James Artino, alias Ace Anarchy, in his black and gold uniform, with a long black robe on top, like a cape, and his gold helmet like a crown.

    They were all ready to spread panic, once and for all and forever.

    “Is the camera ready?” Alec asked.

    Leroy nodded.

    Because that's why they were there for: to publicly announce the murder of Mayor Robert Hayes, take responsibility for it, and finally start the anarchy that this world needed once and for all.

    “Let's do this,” Honey said, applying a little honey to her lips.

    The camera was ready. Alec touched ‘play’ with his invisible hands.

    A red light came on and the screens in front of them dimmed as they were in the dark.

    Alec leaned out, his golden helmet covering his face.

    “Good night, citizens of Gatlon. We hope you’re having a pleasant evening,  just like us. In fact, we are having the best evening of our lives, an historical evening.”

    He paused and Margot showed herself, covered by her dark hat.

    “We hope you understand our decisions tonight, and also that you can appreciate what we are doing (and what we’ll do) for you, only for you.”

    Carrie stepped into the light, her eyes gleaming from the spotlight.

    “We are talking to you, prodigies.”

    Honey and her sticky smile were visible for the camera.

    “Poor us! All of our lives living in the shadows, being burnt on the streets, being murdered with no shame,” Honey pretended to wipe away a tear, and frowned, looking at the camera. “Not. Anymore.”

    Henry continued the speech, now directed at non-prodigies.

    “We are prodigies, not rats, damn. We are humans, like you are. Then why do you keep treating us the way you do?”

    Bruce, with a sad but stern expression, demanded:

    “We demand rights for every prodigy. Justice. Equality. Freedom.”

    Alec spoke again.

    “You must know us as ‘the monsters that destroyed Gatlon’s Bridge’. In comparison to what we have done, to what we’ll do, that was just a warning, a tiny spark. For every prodigy you kill, for every prodigy you mistreat, we'll do the same with you. We warned you and you didn’t listen.”

    Alec brought the chair where the dead mayor was sitting to light.

    “May I introduce you to consequences.”

    The corpse of the mayor was shown before the cameras, giving a terrifying spectacle. His mouth ajar, his gaze lost, his chest full of blood, his skull hanging like a puppet without a puppeteer.

    “We will do this as many times as we have to, until us prodigies have the rights we deserve.”

    Leroy showed himself, finally.

    “Prodigy for non prodigy, as many times as we need to.”

    They paused.

    “I’m Cyanide, and I’m your poison.”

    “I’m Magma, and you won’t catch me.”

    “I'm Atomic Brain; I’ll destroy to create.”

    “I'm Tempest, and I hope you drown in my rains.”

    “I’m Flower Power, don't underestimate me for my name.”

    “I'm Queen Bee, the greatest queen ever seen by you.”

    “I'm Ace Anarchy, ready to leave only chaos and destruction behind my step.”

    “We are the Anarchists,” they chorused.

    Alec looked at the camera, though it couldn't see his eyes.

    “Join us in this revolt. Rebel against the one that pushed you. Break everything you have to break to be heard, to be seen. Burn what burned you, to ashes.”

    “Welcome to the Age of Anarchy.”

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Love Languages: Week Two

A little ficlet for @arthureamesmonth week two! Prompts: “You know you love me” and Love Languages.

Day 1: Receiving Gifts

“You know you love me,”

Arthur was frozen bent over his desk, fingers still on the keyboard, “Mr. Eames, what exactly about this situation is supposed to endear you to me?”

“I brought you waffles! You’re American, you love waffles!”

Arthur spun around in his chair to focus fully on the other man for the first time in their conversation. “Let’s run through the day’s events, shall we? I wake up, I shower,” at this Eames smirked lecherously, “I get a large, hot cup of coffee, I come into work, you spill that hot coffee all over me, you grope me while pretending to help me dry off, I work for five hours straight, and now you’ve brought me waffles. Waffles which are currently dripping syrup onto my paperwork.”

“Well it’s your fault for having paperwork in the first place, pet! I’m just conditioning you to give it up,” He leaned against the desk casually, sending even more paperwork drifting to the floor. “To save the trees, as it were.”

“Did it not occur to you to bring me another cup of coffee?”

Eames lit up, Arthur was frustrated to see, like he was somehow taking Arthur’s rebuke as encouragement, “Well I have now. Thank you for the tip! I’ll go and fetch you a cup of coffee.”

Arthur screwed his face up briefly in some combination of confusion and disgust, eyes squinted and lips slightly curled, and snagged Eames by the hem of his pastel monstrosity of a shirt. “What, no, get back here.”

Eames stopped promptly at the tug and grinned, “Well if you insist darling, I could never refuse you.”

“I mean, why would you do that? I don’t need coffee,” this was a lie, he always needed coffee, “I need you to do your job.”

“Why am I doing this? What do you mean why am I doing this? Isn’t it obvious that I’m wooing you?”

“Wooing me.”

Eames swept his arms in an all encompassing gesture to the warehouse around them, as if asking it to bear witness, “Like the fair maiden you are!”

“Good fucking lord.”

“Yes I am rather good, aren't I, but I beg you not to take my name in vain,”

Arthur spun back around to his work, decisively plunking the waffles on the floor—not in the trash, Eames took note, “Go back to your desk, Mr. Eames.”

Eames stuffed his hands in his pockets and started backing away slowly, “Alright, alright. So your love language isn’t gifts. I’ll try again tomorrow.”

Arthur glanced over his shoulder, startled and genuinely perplexed, “What? You know what, nevermind. Not important. Aren’t you scheduled to paint Ms. Chapman’s nails in 45 minutes?”

Eames checked his watch, “Ah, yes, look at the time,” and that was that.

Day 2: Words of Affirmation

Rain was coming down fast and hard and, unfortunately, sideways. Everyone in the warehouse, which was a gloomy and unfortunate affair already, was dripping wet and unhappy, trying to hear themselves think over the loud echo of the rain on a tin roof. It was on this unfortunate scene that Eames burst in, dressed in the most obnoxious of suits and yelling to be heard over the rain. “God is really pissing on us today, isn’t he? Arthur, darling, how do you cope?”

Arthur continued to shuffle through a file, “You’re late.” The effect of his unhappiness was diminished considerably by the fact that he had to yell as well, but he was trying not to think about that.

“Only a tad!” Eames dropped his coat on the floor and walked to Arthur's desk. “I bet you’re never late.”

Arthur glanced up briefly, “No. I’m not. And if you ever came in at a reasonable time you would know that.”

Eames grinned down at him boyishly, “Wow. You are so good at your job.”

Arthur glanced up and back down again, but quickly focused his full attention on Eames when he realized he was missing something, “Yes,” responded slowly, “I really am.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, “I’m sorry, are you fishing for compliments? Because I thought we had established this. Yes, you’re an excellent forger, I’m an excellent point man, Janie is—”

“No, no! You’ve got it all wrong, love. I’m just trying to give you a compliment.”

“A compliment.”

Eames bent over the desk until he could rest his head in his hands, putting him at eye level with Arthur. “Yes. A compliment.”

Arthur paused, “Yeah, alright.”

Eames closed Arthur’s laptop and attempted to close his file before Arthur yanked it back. “Darling. Arthur. Darling Arthur. Has anyone ever told you that you look like a god in those suits of yours? Or that the fact that you could kill a man without breaking a sweat is like something from a wet dream? Or that your ruthless competency gives me butterflies?”

“Not in those exact words, no.”

Eames pulled back dramatically, throwing a hand over his heart and gasping, “A tragedy! I’ll just have to make up for these years of neglect, won't I?”

“Eames, you’ve already wasted enough of the day already. I think that—”

“No, no, this is happening—”

“I think that everyone would appreciate it more if you actually did what you were being paid for.”

Eames put in an effort to look very hurt and offended, “But don’t you enjoy being showered with praise? Everyone enjoys compliments. For example, your arse looks impeccable today.”

“I’ve been sitting down this entire time.”

“Well I’m sure that it does, if it’s track record has anything to say for itself.”

“Mr. Eames.”

“Alright, okay, giving up.”

Day 2, Evening: Quality Time

The rain had ended sometime around four o’clock, but the clouds never cleared. Everyone had left at five—they didn’t have nine to five jobs, but everyone seemed to agree that it was a reasonable time to give up for the day. Everyone except for Arthur, of course.

He was the only one left in the warehouse at nearly seven. He always put in the most work at the beginning of a job, when everyone needed the information to get going and make a plan. After that most of his time was dedicated to working on the dreamscape, and sometimes not even that if someone else could do it better.

He only looked up at last when he heard the click and resounding slam of the door. Eames’ footsteps echoed in the empty space as he walked to his desk and sat down, pulling a battered paperback out of his coat and opening it to the first page.

Arthur’s voice felt too loud when he spoke, “What are you doing back here?”

Eames looked up with a smile. “Keeping you company through these long, grueling nights, of course. You know, you really work too hard.”

Arthur scoffed, “You don’t work hard enough.” He didn’t believe that, he and Eames actually worked together spectacularly well when they got the chance, but he wasn’t quite sure what their relationship would look like if he wasn’t disapproving. He finally caught up to what Eames had said, “You’re keeping me company?”

“Yes, do try to keep up.”

“But why?”

“Because otherwise you’d be sitting in this miserable place by yourself, and we can’t have that.”

Arthur paused in real confusion, “But… it’s my job. I don’t mind.”

“But wouldn’t it be better with someone else?”

“But you don’t have to be here.”

“Oh, please. What else would I do? Go to a club? Pick up a flexible young person to fuck into the matress for everyone to hear? Watch even more Star Trek on television?”

“Yes! Any of those things!”

“But what flexible young person in this city could ever compare to the flexible young person sitting in front of me?”

Arthur shook his head in exasperation, “Whatever. Do what you want.”

Ten minutes of very unproductive attempts to focus later, Arthur finally gave in. “So, what are you reading?”

Eames held up a finger, then dog-eared the page and closed the book. “I’m so glad you asked! It’s called The Hot Virginia Sun. It’s turning out to be an excellent read, and, just between the two of us, the reviews promise that the Virginia sun isn’t the only thing that’s hot.”

“And this is really entertaining for you?”

“One word: cowboys.”

Arthur snorted, “You’re a middle aged mother of three.”

Eames shrugged, “What can I say, middle aged mothers have great taste.”

“Okay, but really, this can’t be fun for you.”

“It’s fine, Arthur. I chose to be here.”

“But I can’t focus knowing you’re sitting there reading a shitty harlequin because I won’t leave!”

“It’s not because you won’t leave, darling—”

“Please. If I left you wouldn’t stay.”

“Well no, the main attraction would be gone.”

“But I’m not being interesting! I can’t entertain you like this! I’m just working!”

Eames held his hands up in surrender, “Alright, at ease. This was clearly a bad idea.”

Arthur groaned, “And now you’re leaving. You put in the time to come here to keep me company, which still makes no sense, by the way, and now I’ve kicked you out. You know what, I’ll be done too. We can head back to the hotel, maybe get takeout for dinner. I’ll come in early tomorrow, it’s fine.”

Eames hurried over and pushed Arthur back down in his chair by his shoulders, “While I will always jump at the chance of dinner and a stroll with you, the entire thing is rather ruined if I’ve guilted you into it. So I’ll go—”

“But—”

“I’ll go, and you finish up your night’s work.” Eames gave Arthur’s shoulders one last firm press and attempted to make a hasty exit.

“Eames.”

“Arthur. It’s fine, it’s really fine.”

“Eames!”

“Goodnight, Arthur!”

Day 3: Physical Touch

“Oh, Jesus, ow, ow!”

“Eames?”

“Yes, it’s me, let me up!”

Arthur got up from the sidewalk where he had Eames pinned, helping him scramble to his feet as people filtered around them. “What the hell possessed you to sneak up on a trained killer?”

“I’ll admit I didn’t quite think this through.”

“And then you grabbed me?”

“It was a companionable touch!”

“It was dangerous!”

Eames looked up hopefully from where he was brushing gravel off of his palms, “Well, can I put my arm around you now?”

“Fuck me, no!”

“I don’t know how we got from this rather violent encounter to fucking, but alright. Can I assume you like it rough?”

“You can assume nothing,” Arthur admonished with a sharp backhanded slap to his shoulder. Eames sucked a hissing breath in through his teeth. “Ah. Yes, sorry about the shoulder.”

Eames shot him a pained smile, “Yes well, I rather deserve it, don’t I? Not my smartest idea.”

Arthur fought back a smile, “Come on. There’s ice at the hotel.”

“Why Arthur! Is this finally a—”

“Don’t even think about it. Ice. And keep yourself to yourself this time, Mr. Eames.”

Day 4: Acts of Service

“Come on, love, we’re getting out of here.” Eames hoisted Arthur up by his armpits, hastily draping one of Arthur’s arms around his broad shoulders to keep him up.

Arthur’s head rolled on his shoulders, “What? Wait—”

“You’ve had a nasty reaction to the somnacin, darling, but everything will be okay.” Eames shot a murderous glance at Jason, their chemist.

Arthur shook his head drunkenly, “Nooo, I’m not aler— allergenic—” he screwed up his face in concentration, “all-er-gic… to anything.” His head rolled onto Eames shoulder, “Promise.”

Eames chuckled and gazed down at Arthur’s scowling face, “I believe you, my darling Arthur, but let’s head back to the hotel just in case, yeah? Have a nice nap.”

Arthur flung his head back, causing Eames to jerk his back in response in protection of his nose, “Ha! Yooouuu— you’re trying to sleep with me.”

Janie giggled, then did her best to turn it into a cough and looked away. Eames looked torn between giggling himself and defending Arthur’s dignity. “Not this time,” he grinned and parroted Arthur’s worlds back to him, nudging his face a little closer to Arthur’s teasingly, “Promise.”

Arthur squinted suspiciously, leaning his head away from Eames’ face in an effort to assess him from afar—unsuccessfully, his arm was still wrapped around his shoulders. “Hmmm. Fine.” He looked down, puzzled, at their bodies pressed together, then brought his unoccupied hand up to squeeze Eames’ bicep, “Wow.”

Janie let loose a short shriek of laughter, earning herself another glare, “O-kay, I think it’s time to go.” Eames turned his squint back to Janie and spoke in a low voice, “You know, for a criminal you have horrific self control. Can I trust your discretion is a little more operational?” He raised an eyebrow.

He was going for threatening, but Arthur ruined it by giggling and smoothing his fingertip clumsily along Eames’ raised eyebrow, “Oooh. Scary.”

Eames glared good naturedly at Arthur, who was snickering into his shoulder, “You are not helping your case.”

“I’m fiiine.”

“Alright, leaving now,” Eames dragged Arthur’s stumbling figure towards the exit, “Don’t make me carry you.”

Arthur gasped in horror, his voice fading as he was hauled further from the listening ears of the team,“Nooo! That’s indig— undignified. I am a gentleman!”

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Arthur was tired, exhausted really, but that was quickly being replaced by a jittery sickness as the drugs worked their way out of his system. Arthur groaned when they finally made it to Eames’ room (he wasn’t nearly lucid enough when they left to have taken his own key card with him). He slumped into Eames’ side, clinging embarrassingly, too shivery from the detox to care about his reputation.

“Will you be okay, darling?”

Arthur expelled the air from his lungs in one long breath, “No. Never again.” He stumbled toward the bed to the best of his ability, dragging Eames along as his crutch. “It’s fucking freezing in here,” he chattered, “Why are hotel rooms always so cold?” He reached the bed and climbed in clumsily, shaking too badly to pull back the covers without Eames’ quick assist. He tucked himself into a ball under the sheets, pulling the duvet over his head. His voice came muffled from beneath the layers of fabric, “Turn the heat up.”

Eames’ voice was softer than he normally allowed, “Alright.” Arthur heard the beeping of the thermostat being turned up several degrees, but continued to shiver violently. “Well, if that’s all, perhaps you would prefer—”

“Eames.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

Eames stared at the quivering pile of blankets, face uncomprehending, until Arthur pulled the layers down over his head enough to glare out at him. “Eames.”

His eyes widened at what he realized he was being asked, “I— yes, alright.” He took several halting stops towards the bed but stopped just short. “Um. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about just— it’s just that, enthusiastic consent, you understand? And”

“Eames. This isn’t sex.”

“Well, even so—”

“Oh, Christ, just climb under.”

Eames lurched forward, as if Arthur’s words had cut his strings, and lay down under the covers. He hovered across from Arthur for several seconds before releasing a long, slow breath and reaching out to touch.

Arthur stared at him with wide eyes as he slowly swept one broad palm down Arthur’s shaking arm. He repeated the motion several times, focused intently on the path he retraced, before finally letting his fingers curl over Arthur’s shoulder and drag heavily down to the small of his back. With one final scrap of courage he pulled his body into Arthur’s front, Arthur’s body uncurling under the warm press of him.

Arthur let his arms unclench and move around Eames’ sides, under his arms and tight around his back. He clutched Eames close, twining their legs together, his body shuddering at the heavenly warmth sinking into his starved skin.

Eames relaxed unto the embrace, carding his fingers through Arthur’s gelled hair and resting against his neck. “Better?” he whispered.

Arthur nodded against his chest.

“Are you going to be sick?”

Arthur laughed painfully before whispering back, ‘Probably. Eventually.”

“Okay then.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” They laid in silence, listening to their own breath.

“Eames?”

“Yes?”

Arthur paused, “I might. One day.”

Eames smiled into the crown of Arthur’s head, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “I would like that.”

#@arthureamesmonth #week two #love languages #cuddling #banter #fluff #ficlet #inception

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Just A Tentative Theory

So I'm new to the Larry and 1D fandoms -brought in by Harry and Loui's solo careers- and I've just binged so many proof videos in literally the two months I've been a part of this thing. Along with all of those I've seen a fair few proof vides of other ships within the fandom, some really biased and others that almost make sense.

Not hating on or discrediting other ships!! This is all just based off my own observations and what I’ve been able to piece together from all of the content I’ve gone through. And I'm sorry it's so rutting long and rambley at bits, I am running on so little sleep I wanna cry and caffeine fumes.

So... this is my babyfan theory and feel free to comment or run with it just remember I'm new to all this and had to get this idea out?

So what if in the beginning, when Louis and Harry met on X-Factor, you have these 2 sweet young boys who like each other but don't really have a lot of hope of anything working out because they're both contestants shooting for the same prize so they harbor these innocent little acquaintance crushes like you'd get on someone you sit down the row from in class in highschool or something right? But then they get made into a group and all of a sudden they're all up in each other's space and they're bunking together and they realize they really do like each other but neither have much experience in relationships yet or more intense emotions so they keep it fairly quiet. They figure that with the press they're getting with the show and the stress of wanting to do well and everyone feeling each other out as a group they really would rather their little romance be just theirs for a little while longer. And of course people in charge of publicity encourage this mindset, telling them that if they come out as a new/forming couple or let it be known they like each other (or just boys in general) that way there would be more attention on that (not all of it good either) than their actual talents or performance(s) and the other boys would be pushed to the sidelines in favor of them and that's just not fair to the other 3 now is it?

Then they don't win X-Factor and they think that's it until they get brought in to make a boyband even though they didn't win because they're just that f-ing popular. But this thing between them is still new and fragile and they haven't had time to work out just what it is or if it's something that's going to last and the label swoops in with a legal gag dressed up as a temporary fix. They don't tell anyone about them, don't do anything overt in public, maybe be seen/paired off with a girl or 2 as a red herring for the press, giving them time to just figure this all out and see if they really will work. And they take it because they're young and this is the chance they've always wanted and there are 3 other lads who will suffer if the two of them turn this down. So they sign and they try to follow the scripts and listen to what their handlers and managers tell them but they're cheeky kids in puppy love and it's almost like a game to see how far they can push it and just what counts as too much when all of the boys are so tactile and affectionate with each other.

And they really do fall in love. In the whirlwind that is the first couple of years, the song writing, the tours, the hours put in at the recording studio and every single press conference and public appearance in between, they fall in love. And it's great and it's good and somewhere along the way they think this might be it for them and they're ready to come out but then the label hits them with the gag they signed and they realize just what it means. They realize that they basically signed away their rights to talk about it or show their love or share it with their fans because it might hurt their image, affect their popularity and hurt their profits. But that's okay, because they have each other and they're in love and the girl Louis is 'dating' isn't so bad and she's cool about the whole thing.

But then it gets hard. The press is making Harry out to be this womanizing sex symbol and pushing for Louis and the girl he's with to start getting serious because supposedly they'd been together while Louis was on the show and really it's about time isn't it? And during all of that the Larry Stylinson fandom has been born and they're putting the pieces together and the lads are cheeky things who are hurting because they can't tell the world they're in love and while Niall supports/ships them (at least from how he acts in proof videos I've seen) Liam agrees with management about not being open about it while Zayn is an odd mix of the 2. So they push it and they let things slip and they give the fans enough to put it together without violating their contracts and yeah management pushes back and takes measures so they don’t seem as close and to hopefully quiet the rumours but overall it's okay again for a while.

Then Harry starts figuring parts of himself out. And he wants to start wearing pretty shirts, bright colours and flashy patterns and painting his nails but they tell him he can't because those are girl shirts and it's too femme to paint his nails and wear bright colours and pastels and it hurts because he just can't be himself. And he wants out. He's tired of being scared he's going to mess up on stage or people won't like their songs enough for the label's liking and he just wants to be able to love Louis without worrying about what everyone else thinks and their little codes and touches just aren't always enough anymore.

So they start to fight. Louis is too scared to leave because he doesn't think he's good enough without the band and they're both still so young and have only been in this world for a few years how can they be sure they'd make it? How do they know that they won't just crash and burn and that will be the end of it? So they fight and they hurt each other and they're already living apart and barely seeing each other outside of work related or group functions because of management and Louis kind of lets himself fall into the illusion of the relationship he's being made to partake in and Harry finds himself growing closer to the other lads and pushing his limits with his wardrobe and public persona.

Now the next bits are where my theory starts to get a little more wobbly because like I said I'm new and my info digging skills are not as good as others in the fandom. A lot of it is based off of videos by freddieismyqueen (before she took them down), larrystylinson 28, Larry Stylinson's Utopia, s e p t e m b e r 2 8 and FireproofLarry.

So in the midst of the fighting and the hurting and both being so scared for so many different reasons they kind of fall apart. To Harry, Louis has chosen his career over their relationship and Louis is hurt and upset that Harry can't/won't see where he's coming from on all of this. And this is where Zarry comes in.

Throughout the Larry jealousy videos one of the things that stuck out to me was that there were a lot of Zarry moments and they seemed closer to the end of the 1D timeline. Before that most of them were just the references to Harry with girls, him being 'flirty' with interviewers or fans or just general cheeky sort of passively possessive moments probably played up to irk management and give the fans more to go off of. But then we get to the points where Harry and Zayn interact more on stage and Louis starts to look right pi**ed and just watches without doing any sort of possessive holding or touches or cheeky little looks and whispers like we're used to. No, Harry and Zayn start flirting on stage or being closer during interviews and Louis is angry and passive aggressive. And in the background Niall looks like he has no idea what the heck to do about all of this and Liam is just done with their cr*p.

So Louis gets his head out of the dirt and tries to make it up to Harry. And it works because this lad is head over heels for Louis and Zayn is left behind. But maybe Harry doesn’t realize that things were a little more on Zayn’s end. Maybe it hurt a little more than expected when the two lads finally figure themselves out. Or maybe Harry and Zayn really were just friends and the ‘Zarry’ moments just ruined his friendship with Louis and he felt it ruined his friendship with Harry too because Louis sees Zayn as a threat now so there’s bloody tension and such all over the place. (personally I’m leaning towards the last and that Louis’ jealous streak probably came out and he had a few a**shole moments because come on guys, he’s only human and they went through a lot as performers in the public eye and if you listen to a lot of his interviews there’s a lot of insecurity issues he’s dealt with over the years)

Then that blessed September 28th happened and it helps their relationship because honeymoon phase yo. But that’s 2013. Life goes on and it gets hard again and they’re pushing it again and life happens. Zayn leaves and it hurts the band because they’re in the middle of a tour and from what I’ve gathered he kind of just shut them out of his life. And so Harry is hurting because losing a friend is hard and Louis is upset that the band is falling apart and the media is having a heyday with the story and they’re in the middle of a blasted tour and that good old jealous streak comes out with Harry being so upset over Zayn leaving. So he’s scared and hurting, and mistakes are made.

Now we know that Liam confessed to a drinking problem at one point and there have been references of Louis having his moments as well. And Louis and Harry still have to ‘date’ girls and Louis is always the long-term one so it would stand to reason that he would have a decent rapport with the girls he’s seen with, that these would be people he learns to be comfortable with. And overindulgence in the presence of someone you trust or are familiar with when you’re hurting can lead to lapses in judgement. Which is probably how we got little Freddie. (And that is all being said of him because we don’t need to drag a child into all this drama people)

Louis being unfaithful, even if it wasn’t intentional, right after Zayn left would put a strain on their relationship and would cause another off period. But they’re still fools in love and married at this point so they try to make it work and they kind of come together again and they figure out how to move forward. But Louis is going to be a dad and their contracts are almost up and Harry still wants out.

So the band splits and Louis is so scared of what comes next and he’s trying to make it all work and the songs he’s released get good responses but not as much as he’d hoped and X-Factor doesn’t pan out and the other 4 are off living their lives. Zayn’s music career is a success and Niall waits awhile but his music is popular fairly right off the bat as well and Liam at least is still in the public eye and Harry is making waves. He’s wearing clothes he couldn’t before and he’s wearing all of the bright prints and flashy colours and those pearls happen and he’s in a movie ya’ll and he’s good at it.

And it takes Louis awhile but he finds his sound and he starts to make music he’s happy with and proud of and he’s finding himself. But he’s still with that old label and the same management.

So here’s where it gets closer to the present. Harry has a thing with Kendall but they part on good terms and I’m guessing it has to do with he tried for appearances sake and she gets it and probably low-key ships them but understands being discreet and giving them time to work it out.

So Louis wants Harry. Harry wants Louis. Louis is probably bound by another form of that dratted legal gag. So Harry waits. Because Harry isn’t scared anymore and he’s figured himself out and he’s happy with himself and he’s in a place where he can be himself and can encourage others to do the same. He gets it now that he’s older and seen more of the industry outside of their 1D bubble and he’s had to handle stuff on his own and he’s killing it.

Louis writes songs about them and being young fools and how love hurts and you have to be either young and dumb or just f-ing brave to go through with it. Harry writes songs about the stages a relationship (specifically theirs) goes through and they have their little rendezvous and Harry fosters this community of love and acceptance of others and Louis talks about finding yourself and being happy with yourself. And Harry has found himself, is happy with himself and Louis is almost there and he’s got that pesky legal gag anyway.

So Harry waits and he’s okay with that because in the end they love each other and he knows where Louis’ heart is and no matter what they have each other, He’s waited this long he can wait a bit more to tell the world just how much he loves this stupid wonderful man.

#larry stylinson #larry is real #larry theory #larry stylinson theory #harry styles #louis tomlinson #treat people with kindness #only the brave

[petersasteria]

Memory - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested? Nah

Inspired by “Memory” from Cats and “Memories” from the OST of Spiderverse

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Peter had been working part time at his aunt's flower shop across their apartment building. He loved to see different people buying flowers for different purposes. He loved to arrange them. He especially loved them whenever they'd get a special request to arrange flowers for a wedding. He loves everything about the shop and the flowers.

Peter thinks that flowers are classic and it never gets old and it never goes out of style and it never disappoints. He vividly remembers his uncle Ben giving flowers everyday to aunt May and it never failed to make his aunt smile.

Now that his uncle has met his untimely demise, his aunt is now leaving flowers everyday on his uncle's grave. She said it gave her peace and it made her happy.

So it was no surprise that the moment Peter saw you at school and wanted to get to know you, he wanted to give you flowers... or at least just one flower a day, because he didn't want to scare you off with a bouquet. He would tape the stem of the flower to your locker and leave a sticky note that says: "have a great day! -your secret admirer"

He gave you different flowers everyday, because he didn't know what you liked. But thanks to MJ, he found out that you loved tulips.

"I know about you giving Y/N a different flower everyday." MJ told him one day at the cafeteria. Peter looked at her and played dumb, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I literally saw you sticking it on her locker this morning before she arrived." MJ smirked.

"Wow, congrats! You caught me. Want a cookie for that?" Peter said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

"After what I'm about to tell you, I think I deserve a cookie." the girl smiled at the brunette.

Peter looked at her with curiosity, "What are you going to tell me?"

"She loves tulips."  MJ told him before paying attention to her book again. Without looking at Peter she added, "She loves pink and yellow tulips. I know, because I caught her drawing them in class today with pastel colored highlighters. She told me she painted those all the time. She's really talented in painting. I asked her to paint me a dahlia and I'll pay for it. My room is kinda empty, so her painting might bring life in my room."

Ever since he found out, he'd alternately leave pink and yellow tulips everyday on your locker. Until one day, Peter finally had gathered enough courage to hand the flowers to you personally. He stood in front of your locker with six tulips in hand. Three pink tulips and three yellow ones. The second he saw you, he swore you took his breath away.

You looked at him and smiled. You walked closer to him until you were standing in front of him, "I didn't expect you to be the type of guy to give flowers, Parker." Peter just chuckled and handed you the little bouquet he arranged for you. You gladly accepted them and smiled, "I really love these. Thank you for giving me flowers everyday."

"Y-Y/N, will you be my-my girlfriend?" Peter stammered. You beamed and nodded, "Yes!"

Present Day

You and Peter have been together since you were sixteen. Both of you are now twenty-three years old and you guys have never been happier. Although recently, you've been arguing a lot and it seemed easier to argue with the other person now that you live together.

"She's literally just a girl from work, Y/N!! You're my girlfriend! You mean more to me that she does!" Peter shouts.

Both of you are currently standing in the living room of your shared apartment as you continued your screaming match. It started thirty minutes ago when Peter got home from a photo shoot. He's a professional photographer and while you supported his job, you didn't like the way his assistant looks at him. You knew she liked him, but Peter was too blind to see that.

"You do know that the word 'more' is used for comparison, right? So, when you say that I mean more to you, that means she still means something to you but I'm a step ahead." You sass, putting your hands on your hips.

"Oh, don't act smart with me now. You know what I fucking mean!" Peter scoffs, crossing his arms.

"Actually, no I don't because you spend more time with her than you spend time with me!" you accusingly point at him as you raise you voice.

Peter's jaw drops and pulls his hair, "Are you hearing yourself right now?! I only spend time with her, because she's my co-worker and assistant! You don't see me hanging out with her after work, do you?? I go straight home after work and I hang out with you! How am I supposed to know that you're not cheating on me with that guy from your work?"

"Who?!" you ask, confusion written all over your face.

"Jonathan!" Peter throws his hands in the air and falls to his side. You throw your head back in annoyance before looking at him, "Here we go again with Jonathan! I'm not cheating on you with him and don't you dare turn this on me!"

"That's totally unfair! You're allowed to think that I'm supposedly cheating on you with Becky, but I'm not allowed to think that you're supposedly cheating on me with Jonathan??? FUCK YOU, Y/N!!!" Peter yells, showing you two middle fingers.

"FUCK YOU TOO!!" you yell.

Peter puts down his hands and looks away from you to calm himself down. He looks at the tulips, nearly dying, in the vase on the coffee table. You calmed yourself down too.

"I can't do this right now." Peter whispers. He grabs his backpack from the couch and his keys. "I'm sleeping at May's. I'll see you in the morning when we've both cooled down." You didn't get a chance to say anything, because he left immediately, slamming the door in the process.

To say that you were sad the following morning was an understatement. You knew you messed up and you desperately want to apologize to Peter, but he's not home yet. You wanted to hug him and kiss him and tell him how sorry you were for starting that stupid argument. Your thoughts were interrupted when you hear your phone ringing. You grab your phone from the night stand and your heart races when you see May's caller ID.

Something's wrong.

You immediately answer the phone and gasp at the news May just told you. "I'll be right there." you quickly get dressed and drove to the hospital where Peter was.

You arrived there and asked the reception where his room is. They tell you and you quickly make your way to Peter's room. You knock on the door before entering. You see the love of your life laying down with his eyes closed. His head is bandaged up and he has a few scratches here and there.

"Y/N!"

You look over to see May sitting on the chair next to Peter's bed. You didn't notice her there before. You sit next to her and ask what happened.

"Well, he was on his way back to your shared apartment. He said you guys had an argument and that maybe resolving it in the morning would make it okay. Before leaving, he got you a big bouquet of pink and yellow tulips. There were twenty-four tulips and I know because he said he wanted twelve of each. Then when he was crossing the street, a truck came out of nowhere and hit him. Thank god he's okay, though. I don't want to lose him too." May sniffs. She hands you the slightly ruined bouquet of flowers and you gladly accepted them.

"The doctors said that he'll wake up soon. We'll just have to wait. He's not suffering anything serious, though." May gives you a small smile.

"That's good." you smile. "He'll be okay. He's strong."

May eventually had to leave, because she needed to open the flower shop. You stayed and called your boss to say that you can't come to work due to an emergency. Thankfully, your boss said it was okay. Around lunch time, you leave Peter's room to buy some food.

What you didn't expect was the moment you came back, Peter was already awake. You smile and put the food on the table and you sit on the chair beside his bed.

"Peter, you're awake!" you says in a hushed voice, not wanting to startle him. He looks around before his eyes land on yours. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you smile at him brightly. "May and I were so worried about you! And-"

"Who are you?"

Your smile drops. Is this some kind of sick joke?

"Where am I? Why am I here?" Peter questions as he tries to sit up. You immediately pushed the button to call the nurse and they came in with a doctor immediately.

They check up on him and the doctor turns to you, "We'll run some tests and we'll come back to tell you the result. In the mean time, just calm down." They leave and you pull out your phone to infrom May about the situation.

"So...who are you?" Peter looks at you warily.

"I'm Y/N; your girlfriend. We've been dating since we were sixteen." you tell him as you hold his hand. Peter nods, "How old are we now?"

"Twenty-three."

"....That's a long time." Peter says in shock.

"Yeah, but we're happy, so it doesn't matter." you give him a tight-lipped smile. Peter just nods and looks out the window. The doctor comes back and clears his throat, "I have the result back and Peter is suffering from memory loss."

"Will he get his memories back?" you ask.

"Yeah, eventually. Telling him some significant things will help him remember easier." the doctor smiles. "We'll keep him here overnight for a few more tests and tomorrow, he can go."

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It's been a week since Peter got home and you and May thought it was best for him to stay with her for a while until he gets his memories back. Your apartment without Peter was lonely, but it's near your workplace so, you didn't really have a choice but to stay there.

May kept you up to date with Peter's progress and he could remember small things like what school he went to, where he lived, his birthday, uncle Ben's passing, etc.

It's a slow progress, but at least there's something.

Peter wasn't allowed to work yet until he regains his memories so, Becky, his assistant has been doing his job. You've been helping out too, because there are some things where Peter's decision was needed and only you can answer for them. Of course while you were there, you confronted Becky.

"Thanks, Y/N!" Becky faked a smile before she turned around to leave.

"Becky!" you called out. She turned to you once more with a bored expression, "Hmm?"

"I know you like my boyfriend. Can you do me a favor and, like, fuck off? He's taken and if you think that he'll leave me; if you think he'll end our 7 year relationship for you, then you're wrong, sweetie." you sneered.

Becky scoffed and left. You smirked to yourself, "Thank fuck." you muttered.

May suggested that helping around the flower shop might regain some of his memories. So, Peter started helping out even though he didn't really know what to do. May didn't mind teaching him again.

Peter is busy arranging a bouquet of flowers when he hears the bell chime, a sign that a customer has come in. He didn't pay attention to it, because May was quick to handle it.

"I'd like twenty-four tulips please." the customer says.

Peter stopped what he was doing and holds his head. May takes notice of this and gives him a questioning glance. Peter gives her a tight-lipped smile  and mouths "I'm okay."

May nods before turning to the customer again, "What colors do you like?"

The customer hums in response as they take a second to think, "I'm kind of torn between the pink and yellow tulips. I love them both, but I can't seem to pick one color."

"Why not both?" May suggests.

Peter knew she didn't mean it, but something in him got triggered and his head started to hurt even more. He closes his eyes in pain and as soon as he did, all his memories came flashing back.

He quickly opens his eyes and turns to May, "I remember everything now." May smiles and opens her mouth to say something, but Peter cuts her off, "I have to go! Thank you so much, May! I'll see you soon!"

Peter rushes out the shop and makes his way to where you are. He remembers that you're not in your office and that today is your day off. He smiles at the thought of seeing you again and soon enough, he's knocking on the door of your shared apartment.

He hears footsteps coming to the door and smiles when you open it.

"Peter! What are you doing here?" you ask in shock and happiness. You didn't expect him to be there, because you usually visit him and not the other way around.

Peter engulfs you in a tight hug and nuzzles his face on your neck. You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around him, "Are you okay?"

Peter nods before pulling away and smiling, "I remember everything now."

You smile widely at him and say, "Oh my god! I-"

Peter cuts you off with a kiss filled with love and longing. You kiss him back and smile through the kiss. He pulls away after a while and says, "I love you. I don't want us to fight like that again."

"I love you more, Pete. I don't want us to fight like that too." you smile at him as you let him in and close the door.

Having Peter back home made you really happy and you didn't feel lonely anymore. You spent the whole day talking about what he missed and he told you about how he remembered everything until both of you fell asleep on the couch and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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thank you @lovingsiriusoswald for the help <3

Tagging mutuals: @myblueleatherbag @fanficparker @sweetdespairbarnes @tommysparker @lcvelyparkers

#peter parker #peter parker one shots #peter parker one shot #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #in-a-lot-of-fanfoms-tbh

[residentanchor]

A Lesson in Practicality 17

<<Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Summary: Thomas sends Patton a rather interesting photo... speaking of, they probably should meet up and catch Thomas up on things, huh? Warning: It gets a bit dark at the end of this one. Word Count: 5919

Roman had a firm grip on Patton's hand while they sat on the living room floor. With a determined look on his face, Roman was fully concentrated on his work.

"Sit still, Patton!"

"Sorry, I'm just getting antsy." Patton held up his right hand and looked at the drying polish. "It's so pretty, you did a great job!"

"Of course I did!" Roman never broke his gaze away from Patton's hand, carefully tilting the fingers as he applied polish. "I'm a master artist of course!"

bzzt bzzt

Patton looked over at the coffee table next to him as his phone lit up just out of his reach as Roman still held his hand. He looked back over at his drying hand. "When did you learn how to paint nails?"

"When I was a kid, I loved doing my sisters' hair and nails. I got picked on for it but it made her happy, and eventually, I just stopped caring and did it on my own."

bzzt bzzt

Patton looked back at his phone as it lit up once more. He leaned over as he tried to read it before Roman tugged gently on his wrist. "Sorry, Roman!"

"It can wait a minute, Patton, I'm almost done!"

bzzt bzzt

"Oh, fine!" Roman sat up and reached for the phone, holding it up. "What's your password?"

"Hold on!" Patton leaned over and used his ring finger which Roman had yet to get to, typing in a few random numbers. "There!"

Roman clicked on Patton's phone as it lit up. "It's just Thomas, he sent some picture of a poster about..." Roman's brows furrowed and he pulled the phone in closer. His eyes lit up and he gasped, rereading it again and bouncing in his spot. "Oh my goodness, this is the most epic thing!"

"What? What is it?" Roman flipped the phone around, showing a closeup of a bulletin board at some store. It was filled with business cards and advertisements but was focused and centered on one in particular. Patton leaned in and squinted, keeping aware of his drying hands. "It's a poster about... Oh my goodness!" Patton perked up and looked at Roman. "You have a fan club!"

"I have a fan club! And apparently they meet every week to talk about how awesome I am!"

"They probably make cute little snacks and everything! Oh, I love those kinds of meetups! I never get to go to any!"

"Well, obviously we have to go!"

"Yes, oh my gosh that would be so cool! Wait, but..." Patton's frown fell a bit. "What if someone recognizes you? You probably shouldn't go."

"What, no! W-what if I wear a disguise?"

"Roman. They only know you while you wear a disguise." Roman groaned and his shoulders fell. "I'm sorry, buddy."

"No, you're right. I should be smart about this. Wait! That gives me an idea! You should go and bring Logan with you!"

"Not that I'm not on board, but why Logan?"

"Virgil will say no, and if he did go he'd just make snarky remarks all night. However, if Logan went, he'd be all smart and gather data and stuff. Besides, that nerd needs to get out way more!"

Roman placed Patton's phone back on the table and reached for his hand to continue his work. "You're right, that is a good idea! Oh, this is so exciting! It's like we're spies or something!"

"Spies helping a hero help the people! I must know what they talk about when they gather! Now sit still or I'll ruin your nails, I'm almost done!"

"Sorry!"

With a bit of convincing by both Roman and Patton, Logan found himself walking into a cafe one night with Patton, totally uninterested and wondering why he had agreed in the first place.

Patton raced ahead eagerly to the counter. "Come on, Lo! Let's get some snacks!" Logan sighed and slowly walked up, looking at the board of specials. "I'm still upset I didn't get to make anything."

"It is in a cafe, Patton, there would be no need to make snacks when they are provided." Logan gazed around the cafe, finding a group of tables pushed together in the far corner and two people sitting at it, talking amongst themselves. Both were fairly average height, one being a bit taller than the other. The shorter man had dyed his hair a light blonde, however. "Perhaps that is where we shall be gathering?"

"Oh, let's find out!"

"Patton, you haven't ordered you--and he's gone." Logan rubbed his eyes briefly before walking over, wondering why he agreed to come out at all.

"Logan, you were right!" Patton spun around. "These are the people who started this little club!"

"Kind of surprised you showed up so early, to be honest. We just got here."

Logan adjusted his glasses and stared the two men down curiously. "Punctuality is important."

Patton smiled and shrugged at the two. "I was just really excited!"

"Well, it's nice to see some new faces around here! My name's Sam!"

"I'm Patton, and this is my roommate Logan!"

"Salutations." Despite his slightly sour mood, Logan gave a kind smile out of courtesy.

"My name is also Sam." The other, shorter blonde man said. "I know, and yes, it's confusing, but people call me Sammy."

"Well, it's nice to meet ya!"

"I must ask, what caused you to create such a frivolous group?"

The two looked confused at the word choice but chose to ignore it. "Well, isn't it obvious? The guy is a walking comic book hero." Sam shrugged.

Sammy rolled his eyes. "I keep telling you, he's more like a cartoon prince than something out of a comic book."

"Hey, we don't know his backstory! We don't know if he's a Peter Parker or a Clark Kent!"

"I understand none of these references, remind me to talk to Virgil when we arrive back home." Patton nodded, looking at the two Sams' as they debated with each other. Logan tugged on Patton's sleeve and gestured back to the counter, where Patton got a muffin and a cocoa and bought one for Logan despite the complaints. The successful smirk on Patton's face when Logan took a sip and seemed to enjoy his drink was enough to show that Logan wasn't actually upset.

They returned to the table and took their seats as only a few other people ended up joining them.

The taller Sam stood up and smiled. "Alright everyone, let's get this started. We have some new folks here, so let's just quickly go over why we are here."

Sammy stood up this time. "We seem to have a superhuman being in our city, running around at night and stopping crimes. We go over the reports and news over the past week and continue to discuss if he is an asset or a threat to the city."

"Also we still don't have a name for him." Someone mumbled.

"Hey, I offered Mister Doctor Electricon!"

"Electricon?" Logan mumbled to himself. "That's not even a thing. A name for a convention about electronics perhaps..."

"I still vote Tuxedo Mask!"

"He doesn't even wear a tuxedo, and not original!"

"I thought he was just... The Prince?" Patton asked, confused.

"No, we can't call him that," Sammy replied. "There's already a celebrity named Prince, it won't work."

"I'm still up for calling him Prince Harming if he ever turns evil!" A man called out.

"Evil?" Patton cried out. "B-but he's helping people and stopping them and-and... why would he turn evil?"

"Evil is merely a concept given by society to justify-" Logan watched as Patton became physically more upset with his words. "... if the news reports he is bad, then people will believe it and make him seem bad."

"He's not bad though!"

"Patton?" Sam leaned in over the table. "Have you met him?"

Patton looked around the table, all eyes eagerly awaiting his next words. He bit his lip, not wanting to lie but telling the truth certainly was out. He stared down at his pastel blue nails. "Kinda?"

"Our roommate Virgil has had an experience with this... vigilante I believe would be the best word to describe him?" Patton smiled at Logan as he took the attention of the group. "The store he works at has a break in, but they were chased off pretty quickly based on security footage, assuring our roommate's job and safety."

"Woah, that's so cool."

"Which store was that, was it in the news?"

"Did he get to see the guy?"

The two jumped in surprise as the questions came flying out.

"They say he doesn't use a taser, but actually can control electricity!"

"Oh, he can!" Patton cried out before catching his mistake. "I-I mean... the footage was kinda static-y but he definitely just shot out a bolt to scare the guys away!"

"Oh, I wonder if it got all fuzzy because of his powers?" Sam cried out. "That would make sense!"

"I suppose an electromagnetic field created by such energy would distort the footage, yes," Logan replied, deep in thought. "I had thought of that myself when I saw the footage."

"You saw it?" Sammy practically jumped over the table. "Do you have it? Can we see?"

"Well, Virgil had it, but I don't know if he still does..." Patton shifted in his seat. Virgil was pretty paranoid, while he did have a copy of the footage, he probably had gotten rid of it by now. "He's not very social, which is why we came."

"You have to bring him next week, this is so cool! He's the only other person we know who's seen the guy!"

"Really?" Logan perked up. "You know someone else who has?"

"Yeah, but she doesn't show up here every week. She's kinda hoping we find him so she can thank him." Sammy shrugged.

"Thank him?" Logan questioned.

"Yeah, from his first ever news reporting, it's the woman who was mugged and assaulted before he came out of nowhere and saved her." Logan and Patton stared at each other in shock at the news. "She was in the hospital the day after but she swears she'd be dead without him. She's been searching for him since. Calls him Prince Charming."

"More like Prince Charging, am I right?" Patton joked. "Because of his static 'charm'."

"Patton, please," Logan swears he felt a headache form because of the joke.

"Prince Charging, how is that the best name we've come up with so far?"

"Patton!" Sam stood up. "I want to thank you, I think we have a name! I don't care if the news doesn't use it, it's better then what they have been calling him."

Logan huffed out a laugh at that, having heard Roman complain about the name numerous times. "The Masked Prince," Roman said it made him feel too much like the Phantom of the Opera. While he appreciated the reference, it was terribly bland and unoriginal.

"So, tell us more." Patton leaned in. "What else have you all heard about this guy?"

"So, I heard the other night, he stopped two guys trying to break into this car..."

----

Patton hummed cheerfully as he drank his cocoa he grabbed before he left, despite Logan's protests. While Patton happily marched on, Logan had his hands shoved into his pockets and walked along silently.

"Well, that was a fun night, huh?" Patton broke the silence, glancing over at Logan. Logan responded with a soft grunt in agreement as he walked along. "Did you not have fun?"

"It was an experience and we did learn a bit from it I suppose."

"So you didn't have fun." Logan saw Patton's smile drop a bit and he straightened out bis back, not realizing how much he had been hunched over.

"No, it was fun, I apologize for my sour mood." Patton still had that look on his face, silently wanting to ask but refusing to let himself push for information. "I suppose it was not what I had in mind when you asked me to join you at a cafe tonight."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't clear about the whole Roman fan club thing, huh?"

"It was a learning experience and I am all for learning new things. Everyone's been telling me to be more social."

They walked along in silence, Patton no longer humming and Logan was regretting saying anything, already missing the distracting sound. "So." Logan looked over at Patton who stared down at his styrofoam cup. "What did you have in mind when I asked you to join me?"

His mind flashed back to his talk with Virgil, about the perfect day he imagined with each of them. Roman's had been interesting, watching Roman play out Logan's favorite scenes from movies and talking about possibilities behind certain meetings. Virgil's had been sitting there discussing theories and possibilities about their abilities and other things, Virgil even mentioning how he had been wanting to show Logan conspiracy theories they could talk about, but Patton...

He couldn't imagine anything because simply sitting down in a quiet cafe and talking, doing nothing special, was more than enough for him. He remembered telling that to Virgil, his eyes still shut. He remembered Virgil asking how it made him feel, but then Patton and Roman walked in, breaking his attention before he could speak. It didn't make sense, it was illogical, it was a feeling he had felt something similar to in the past but nothing quite fit. He felt...

"Aww, come on, tell me!" Patton perked up, hopping up and down. "Whatever you're thinking of, it's making you all happy and junk, I can feel it!"

Logan had nearly forgotten Patton was an empath.

"Simply a night talking with you in a warm environment would have been enough, Patton. I just didn't expect the conversation to be about Roman."

"Oh." Logan had immediately regretted his decision to be truthful. "Ohh, I get it." Patton stopped walking and started smiling brightly. "It makes so much sense, it's all over your face!" Logan reflexively reached up and touched his cheek, feeling how warm it was, wondering how badly red his face might be. Patton leaned in, smiling even brighter and Logan could hear his heart beating as he leaned back slightly. "You have a crush."

"What?!"

"I can tell, you have a crush!" He had a crush? No, not possible. Logan had dated in the past, surely he had felt something like this before? Not quite like this, though. His mind raced, thinking back to every time someone had approached him, every date he went on, every failed attempt at romance in his life... Logan had never once approached someone himself, they had all come to him. He stared back at Patton with the new information in his mind, was it possible? Patton, who stared back at his eyes shined bright with the new information. Who always went out of his way to make sure Logan spent some time every day out of his room and sometimes out of the apartment for his health. Who cleverly tricked Logan and took him to an arboretum, his favorite place in the city, to talk to Logan about something Patton felt unsure and a bit insecure about? Who cared enough to use his empath ability to try and help Logan understand his emotions better?

Who wouldn't stop smiling at him right now?

"M-maybe... I am unsure as of right now." He muttered out quietly.

"I know who it is," Patton whispered back. Logan suddenly became aware he had been leaning away and accepted his fate. If anyone knew emotions, it would be the person who wore them on their sleeve every day proudly like Patton did. He stood up, bringing himself closer, accepting his new fate. He quickly took in a breath and closed his eyes, before nodding slightly, giving Patton permission to speak. "It's Roman, isn't it?"

"Yes-wait." Logan looked at Patton who brought his hands up to cover his face. "No, no it's not!"

"Yes it is, you just admitted it! Oh, that's why you didn't want to sit there talking about him!" Patton reached over and pulled at Logan's arm. "You could have told me, I can help! Oh, this is so cute! I can get him to join us and then have Two call me and duck out and leave you two lovebirds alone!"

"Patton, I do not harbor romantic feelings for Roman."

"Logan, I know these feelings can be a bit scary but-"

"Patton!" Patton was shocked by the rise in his voice, and Logan was a bit surprised himself. He sighed and took his arm out of Patton's grip, reaching out and grabbing Patton's hand. He placed it on his chest and stared him down intently. "You can feel emotions. Do you feel what I feel when I think of Roman?"

Patton looked up sheepishly at Logan and let his eyes fall down to his hand. He focused and smirked up, shy and soft as he spoke. "You know I don't need to be touching you to feel your emotions, right?"

Logan jumped and pulled back, his face flush once more. He quickly spun around and started walking down the street, continuing their trek back to their apartment. Patton quickly jogged up, walking in step with Logan once again, staring back down at his almost forgotten hot cocoa.

"I'm sorry about that, Patton."

"No, I get it. You said you weren't sure and I just got all excited and jumped to conclusions."

"I don't think of Roman romantically."

"Yeah, I get that. You don't have to tell me, just know that I'm here for you."

They walked silently as cars flew by, the bustle of the city the only noise. "I shall continue understanding my emotions-"

"Lo." Logan hesitated before sparing a glance over at Patton. He was bitting his lip, battling himself and planning his next words carefully. "You're good at understanding your emotions, you just don't know how to express them. I mean, no one is perfect at understanding them, sometimes they just contradict each other and make no sense!"

Logan let out a quick laugh and shook his head. "Truer words have never been spoken I'm sure."

Patton jogged ahead and spun around, facing Logan. "Well, when you do understand them, I will be supportive of whomever it is! You can count on me!"

Patton spun back around and continued walking as Logan's gaze turned to the sidewalk. Wondering why he had decided against telling Patton, before his head filled with a million reasons why he will never say a word about his crush on anyone else. Patton had been supportive, he had been eager to help, he had... not even considered himself to be an option, to be in a relationship with Logan. He wasn't going to ruin something so precious for something so selfish.

---

Patton and Logan were hardly in the door before Roman came charging up from the couch where he had undoubtedly planted himself when they had left.

"So? Do they love me? How did it go? TELL ME EVERYTHING!"

"Woah, Roman, you're at a Twelve, I need you to settle down to a six, buddy. We're just walking in the door." Logan quickly squeezed through and headed to his room. "You okay?"

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, a small smirk on his face. "I just spent the night talking about Roman, why would I want to subject myself to that torture further?"

Roman gasped loudly as he watched Logan turn and walk out of the room. He spun to Patton and huffed in annoyance. "I don't see how bad it could be. You just spent all that time talking about how awesome I am!"

Patton laughed and put a hand on Roman's back. "Sit, I've got so many cool things to tell you!"

---

"So, how was it?"

Patton smiled over at Thomas before turning back to the field, watching the dogs run around. It had quickly turned into their meet-up spot and neither of them complained.

"Roman was so excited! Honestly, it was so cool to hear people talk about him from an outside perspective, you know? Oh, and the first person he protected sometimes shows up because she wants to thank him, isn't that super sweet?" They turned from the field and started walking out of the park and down the street. "I'm so glad you were okay with meeting up with him."

Thomas shrugged and smirked a bit. "Hey, you all have been very accepting of how badly I've been handling all of this."

"We had to live with it every day, you have the choice to kind of be normal."

"Yeah, but being normal is boring. Besides, then I wouldn't get to know you guys better." Thomas saw Roman standing and waiting just outside the park a bit. He looked over and perked up immediately at seeing them, dramatically posing and causing Thomas to shake his head at his antics. "You guys definitely are quite the characters, huh?"

"Thomas, it's been a while." Roman smiled, reaching his hand out for a shake before quickly sticking it in his pocket. "How have things been?"

"Dull and boring. How's the superhero life?"

"Surprisingly repetitive after a while, though I must say." Roman flexed an arm a bit. "It's the best workout."

"I hear intense fear and panic is a good motivator." Thomas chuckled.

"Aww, that's something Virgil would say." Patton cooed, chuckling to himself.

"Yes, I must admit, you fit into our group of misfits quite well."

Thomas smiled as they continued walking down the street. "So, what did you guys wanna talk to me about? Seemed kind of serious."

Patton forced a smile and looked up at Roman who grew serious. "Thomas, I apologize, but we are willing to tell you only what you want to hear. At any moment, you can walk away from this."

Thomas stopped walking and held up his hands defensively. "Okay. Is everything alright, because I'm worried now."

"There was... an incident a while back."

Thomas looked at Roman before flickering his eyes to Patton, neither comfortable with continuing. "What kind of incident?"

Patton cleared his throat a bit. "Do you remember Virgil's powers?"

Thomas thought back before shaking his head slightly. "Time-space powers or something?"

"He can freeze time," Roman spoke up. "When he does so, the last thought he had will create a portal to that place where he broke away from."

Thomas nodded in understanding, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And?"

"He kinda had... a panic attack last week."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Roman rubbed the back of his neck and glanced away. "He broke away from time when he did."

Thomas looked at the two as they looked away ashamed. He contemplated just walking away and leaving this headache alone, but ultimately perked up. "Is Virgil okay? Did something go wrong?"

"Virgil is just fine, if not with a bit of a wounded pride, I suppose." Roman sighed and perked up, staring Thomas down with determination. "This next part is a bit intense, however." Thomas made no move to stop Roman from talking. "It seems, in his terrible mental state, we aren't quite sure where his portal led. However a, uh, creature I guess... kind of slithered out."

"A creature."

"Yeah."

Thomas bit his bottom lip and tried to muffle his panic. "So what does it do? You said this happened a while ago, where is it?"

Patton looked over and Roman and shrugged. "We aren't quite sure actually." He spoke slowly. "It kind of ran off after Roman trapped it in a cooking pot and threw it out the window."

"You threw it out the window?"

"I was panicking, okay, and my instincts told me to get rid of it so I did!" Roman shouted in his defense.

"Oh, Thomas, it was terrible! My poor pot, it never stood a chance! It ate away at it and broke free!"

"Wait-"

"I told you, Patton, I'm sorry! I'll get you a new one with my next check!"

"Guys-"

"No, you don't have to, Roman! That thing should buy me a new one, they were the one to ruin it!"

"Could you just-"

"I doubt the thing got a job while it's been out, Patton."

"Really, can I-"

"You don't know! None of us know, it just vanished!"

"Guys!" Roman and Patton turned to Thomas as he shouted. He held up his hands and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout but you weren't listening. You just kept yelling at each other." He looked back up at the two after a moment. "So, this thing appeared and got thrown out a window and you haven't seen it since?"

"Yeah."

"Yep."

"Okay then. So, what did it look like?"

Patton shrugged and pointed at Roman. "He was the only one who saw it."

"It was like a dark cloud. Snake. Thing." Thomas waited before nodding, rubbing his eyes for a minute.

"Okay, well. I suddenly could go for some pizza, what do you say?"

Patton quickly pulled out his phone and searched for the nearest pizzeria nearby. Thomas was tense at first, upset by the news no doubt until Roman started belting out a few musicals. Thomas, also being a fan of theater, couldn't help himself and Patton got a lovely chorus of music while they ate. They all relaxed and chatted and finished an entire pie by themselves, joking and laughing the whole time. Thomas even accidentally touched Roman's hand and sent a spark flying out, where they quickly paid and abandoned the place before bursting out into giggles and laughter.

While he still didn't understand his abilities, Thomas didn't seem to be too afraid of them anymore. They walked Thomas to his bus stop since it had started to get dark out, discussing plans to meet up once again before Roman subtly grabbed Patton's wrist and tugged him in a different direction. Thomas, lost in his conversation, didn't even notice and kept talking while Roman kept quiet.

After a block, Thomas raised a question about where they are, only to be quickly shushed by Roman. They all shared looks and he leaned in. "We're being followed."

They both turned and looked, spotting a man in a jacket and jeans walking behind them in a bit of a daze. "Are you sure?"

"It's been a while and I started focusing on negative energy like I do when I'm trying to find criminals. It's not giving me the same vibes but they're letting off something weird." Roman walked them into an alley he knew let out around a corner, ducking in with his friends quickly. As the figure followed and made no attempt to stop them, Roman's patience wore out and he stopped at the opening to the end of the alley that led into the street. "Okay, friend. I know you've been following us, what do you want?"

The man stopped and looked up at Roman before smiling. "It's you." Roman jumped a bit but hid it with a confused expression. "It's you."

"I'm afraid you may have mistaken me for someone else. To who are you referring?"

"It's you!" He cried out, approaching slowly.

Patton reached out and grabbed Roman's arm and tugged it a bit. "I don't like this, Ro, we should just leave."

Roman took a confident step forward and puffed out his chest. "Who are you and what do you want?"

The man smiled and tilted his head back, dropping his jaw. Patton covered his mouth and Thomas grimaced, looking away completely. Roman watched as a near black mass made it's way out of the man's mouth before he dropped to the ground completely, the mass sitting in the air. "I-is that..." Patton muttered behind his hands. Thomas slowly looked back and gasped at the creature in the air.

"Yes, it is, Pat. Looks like it's been looking for me."

"It was inside of the guy?" Thomas quickly covered his mouth with his hands, hoping to prevent the same fate.

Roman didn't bother to look around before his hands lit up in sparks. "Patton, take Thomas and go."

"Wait, no, you're coming too!"

"I'm stopping this thing once and for all!"

Roman brought his hands close, trying something new he hadn't gotten to use yet. Slowly he pulled his hands apart, an electrical net forming between his fingers. He grabbed the sides and ran up, tossing it at the creature.

As he approached, the sound of static increased as it emanated from the monster. Roman watched the net land on it and he held his breath, swearing as it slowly fell through the monster, disappearing as it hit the ground.

Roman felt his arm being tugged back and risked a look, meeting eyes with Patton. He glanced up and saw four other Patton's standing there, one leading a panicked Thomas away as they ran, the others watching cautiously on.

"Roman, I know you're the hero, but we are going. Now!" A second Patton came up and they both tugged on his arms, causing him to run and flee. He turned back quickly and shot out a bolt, just to be sure, but grit his teeth as the creature remained unaffected.

They sprinted out the alley and the two Patton's let go, a flash of light behind Roman showing that either Patton made more or some formed back. He stopped and turned, realizing that meant the real Patton was still back there. "Patton!"

"I'm trying to distract it, go!"

Roman shook his head and ran up, tugging on Patton's arm. "You're a hypocritical idiot if you think I'm leaving you!"

Patton spun around and ran, looking up at Roman. "We can't leave, Three checked that guy and he isn't breathing!" Roman stopped and looked down at Patton in a panic. "Can't you do CPR or, I dunno, be a human defibrillator? We can't just let him die!"

"He could be dead for all we know, Patton, and we're next!"

"I-I want to try! If Virgil found out-!"

He'd blame himself.

"Fine!" Roman spun back around. "Distract it, I'll see if I can help!"

The smoke monster was hovering around a Patton Pal who had covered his mouth, preventing the thing from taking over, but it was determined and hadn't given up. Roman ran passed and slid on the ground, checking the man that had followed them. He listened for a heartbeat and took a deep breath as he pulled away. Roman held up his hands and closed his eyes, praying that this would work. He shocked the man and checked again, huffing and panicking as nothing changed. He did it once more and the man's eyes shot open as he gasped, spooking Roman who crawled back, giving him space. The man rolled to his side and started coughing as Roman smiled and laughed. He saved someone's life!

He froze as a cry ran out, turning and watching as Patton held his stomach and fell to his knees. He didn't know which one but he didn't care, watching his Patton's face fall into a near emotionless state before he gasped. There were only two other Pattons, one leaning against a wall, seemingly in pain while the other watched horrified.

The now possessed Patton looked up and glanced around before meeting Roman's eyes. He blinked and straightened up, slowly starting to smile. "It's you." It spoke in a soft whisper. "I've been looking for you."

Roman spared a quick glance to the poor fool who got roped into all of this, waking up to the middle of a mythical showdown completely confused couldn't have been fun. He looked back up at the not-quite-Patton and curled his fists, full of anger. "I've been looking for you too. Mind letting my friend go?"

"T-three." The Patton against the wall in pain cried out. "Let Three go!" He cried out again, starting to slide down the wall, glaring at the creature. "You're hurting him, and I'm not going to let you do that!"

"Fine, you want him, you can have him." He turned to Roman and smiled. "Deal?"

"What deal?" Roman stood up carefully. "What do you want?"

"Power. Which you have."

Roman froze, looking down at the ground before shutting his eyes. He looked back up and over at Patton, mind racing. 'If Logan or Virgil were here-' But they weren't and Roman had to think quickly on his feet. Amidst his panic, he saw movement and looked back over at the original Patton, watching him nod with a determined look. He spared a glance over at the creature possessing his copy and back at Roman, trying to tell him something.

His stomach dropped and he felt his throat tighten up before nodding back. "Okay." He whispered. "Okay, fine."

The creature huffed out a laugh before walking forward. Roman stared him down and took a few steps forward himself, meeting the creature half way. He raised his hand up for a formal handshake, causing the possessed Three to look in confusion before smiling and taking the hand himself.

Roman gripped the hand tightly and shut his eyes. "I'm sorry." He looked up and met the copy's eyes before biting his tongue. Roman grabbed the hand with both of his and squeezed his eyes shut, sparks slowly shooting out from his hands. The copy screamed out and tugged away but Roman knew he was stronger. "LET HIM GO OR YOU BOTH DIE, THAT'S MY FINAL OFFER!"

"Roman!" At the sound of his name, he looked up and over at the real Patton as he stared on in shock and terror. He looked back to Three and watched the creature finally threw his head back in an attempt to escape. Roman immediately stopped and pulled away, watching the smoke creature flee into the skies, disappearing once more.

Patton and his only other copy rushed over, checking on Three as Roman kept his distance, sick to his stomach at what he had just done. Patton watched, unable to touch Three, as the other leaned down and listened before smiling and looking up. "He's breathing!"

"Oh thank goodness!" Patton leaned down and Roman shot forward, grabbing his wrist.

"Patton, wait!" He looked over at the other, kneeling down to meet him at eye level. "He's hurt, we don't know how that will affect you."

"He could die if I don't, I'm not willing to risk it."

Roman nodded and let go, watching as Patton reached out and took in Three. He gasped in pain as the other Patton reflexively reached out, disappearing as well, leaving Roman to catch him and pull him close. Patton looked up and smiled a bit, his breathing already evening out.

"Sorry. The sudden pain was a surprise."

"Are you hurt?"

"No." Patton slowly pulled away and looked down at himself. "I'm a little sore but I'm okay."

"Good." Roman took in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. "By the power of Zeus, Patton! You scared me there for a second!"

"Me? You looked like you gave up on the thing!"

"I am an actor!" Roman reached over and helped Patton stand up. "However, I think there are more important things. We know what it wants now, so we need to get a plan to capture it and get rid of it before it tries this again." Chapter 18>> Tag list: @cyberpunkjinx @phlying-squirrel  @equipodeleo @ace-anx

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Beer and Chocolate

Chapter 1: Different, but in a good way 

It has been a few rough weeks. College was kicking his butt, assignments made it impossible to hang out with his friends. Instead, he buried himself in work, work and even more work.

His only time of solace was when he visited a café not far from his shitty apartment. They made incredible coffee there, not to mention all waitresses (and waiters) were eye candy. Especially one guy stood out. He had bleached fluffy wavy hair to his shoulders, he wore fashionable clothes, his shoes were stylish and trendy, not the regular employees shoes his colleagues wore. And for some reason, he was painting his nails, also let’s not forget the amount of rings he wore. It was a wonder to Smitty how the man used his hands with such elegance and grace.

In words of his nosey friend Craig, he was ‘smitten’ by that man and it wasn’t simple quiet artist’s appreciation, but something more. Smitty wasn’t sure he liked what Craig was implying. That guy just stood out so much. He was different, but in a good way, like he didn’t give a shit about what other people might think of him. In a sense, he was what Smitty wished to be one day – able to express himself without caring what others might say about it.

Smitty wanted to talk to him; he would lie if he told himself he didn’t have hidden ulterior motives, but he had the urge to draw him whenever he saw him, just walking around the café or delivering the orders to customers. He knew his name. John. So simple, he liked it. Smitty saw his name tag when they first met approximately three months ago. It was shameful to admit, but in that moment when their eyes met – greenish blue stared into chocolate brown; he felt a deep connection. Everything on John stood out, even that beauty mark above his lip.

After first month of silently ogling John from distance, on one stormy afternoon after classes he brought out his sharpie and notebook and began sketching him. Smitty made sure no one from staff (and especially not John) saw him and after several such ‘secret drawing sessions’ he got five sketches properly redrawn on a tablet and shaded. He did them between classes and when he was sleepy, but couldn’t sleep due to insomnia. Drawing John was a challenge he welcomed with an open mind, since he never really drew men before in art or design classes.

More than ever, he wanted to just sit and talk with John, about anything really. He was his inspiration (his muse even) and he looked forward to going to that café every Thursday, knowing John will be there, with that stoic, strangely professional expression.

On a windy Wednesday on his day off, Smitty wandered into the café, taking a look behind the counter. The man was there, currently as cashier. Becoming self conscious when he felt those eyes upon him, he picked a vacant booth and sat down. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he had shifts mostly on Thursdays and Saturdays. The fact he knew when John was working and when he wasn’t made it out to be like he was quite a stalker, but in truth he passed by the café every day and simply stared across the glass to the interior.

Seeing as he was already there, he could order a nice cup of coffee or perhaps latte to warm him up. He glanced over at the counter, where John was making a conversation with another guy, his only features standing out were those baby blue eyes and slight scruffy beard. From what he gathered, he and John were close friends, not just co-workers. Their casual banter was out -shadowed by the jazzy bass drop, drowning out their last words, but Smitty saw the look and head gesture directed at him. He quickly looked at his phone, pretending he was busy.

Long steps shortened the distance and with peripheral vision, he saw the man with baby blue eyes standing next to him, bearing somewhat of a cheeky smile. Smitty noticed his name tag. Scotty, huh. “Hello and good afternoon. What can I get you?”

Before Scotty could give him the overhaul of their drinks, Smitty who had it memorized spat out his order without thinking. “A latte please.”

“Alright. It’ll be done in a jiffy.” He said, walking away. Relieved that it wasn’t John who came up to him, he let out a sigh. He wanted to talk with him, but at the same time he didn’t want to ruin it. Behind their waiter/customer relation they had nothing. If John knew he used him as his model for drawing, he’d be most likely be disgusted. And he wouldn’t be able to visit this café any longer. But then again, they never talked.

His train of thought was interrupted by soles tapping on the floor near him. Thinking it was Scotty who brought him the latte, he looked up with a faint smile, that froze in a semi – worried frown. John raised a brow at him. “Your latte, sir.” He set it down, all the time his greenish blue eyes were darted on him. Smitty shifted on the cushioned seat under John’s gaze.

After setting down his cup, he didn’t go back. John glimpsed at the counter where Scotty winked and pretended to polish some glasses. John knew he was spying on him, that ‘polish & shine’ move won’t fool him. Diverting his attention back to the man sitting in front of him. He looked awfully stressed out, to some extent also... hopeful? That spark of hope in those brown eyes as he silently waited was alluring. “Can I see them?”

“S-See what?” He stuttered, thinking that maybe his drawing technique wasn’t so sneaky at all. “I mean the drawings. I know you were drawing me. You weren’t exactly subtle dude.”

Now for sure he was sweating, being caught wasn’t on his To Do List today. His eyes dropped onto his lap. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Let’s not dwell on that, okay? I just wanna see those pictures before Scotty gets yelled at by the manager for stalling. So, do you have them with you?” John asked again and Smitty nodded, his hands went inside his bag, where he fished for his graphic tablet. He pulled up the pictures and an unfamiliar heat pooled into his face. It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the way how close they were, head to head as John silently evaluated his works.

After gruesome twenty or so seconds (but it seemed so much longer to him), John chuckled. “Your style is flattering, I like how everything is so pastel. Also...,” he paused, turning head directly to his Smitty’s ear. “I absolutely like bold and cute guys like you. Do you want to go on a date? I’m free this Friday.”

John said he was bold, but he just asked him on a date, didn’t he? Smitty stashed away his tablet and drank some of the delicious latte to calm his nerves. Meanwhile, John waited for a reply, seemingly collected and calm on the outside, but he was itching for a positive reply. He found him interesting, just like he was interesting enough to be drawn.

He downed half the cup in two gulps and set it back down on the table. “I’m free on that day, too. By the way, my name’s Smitty.” He acted it out cool, like he wasn’t emotionally overwhelmed by the moment. “And my name is John, but you already knew that.”

Smitty might have fooled a lesser man, but John was anything but ordinary. He widely grinned, showing off his smile. “Alright, then it’s a date. Now gimme quickly your phone, Scotty is reliable, but I have to go back to work.”

Oh. John can’t stay and chat. He handed him his phone and the man simply typed in his phone number and saved it under name John ;)

With one last wink, he strut back to the counter, back to preparing beverages, leaving rather flustered Smitty behind.

He still couldn’t believe this was happening. A date with John. He had a date. The imminent truth of it began to seep in. From the corner of eye he caught a glimpse of John’s bleached mane floating in air as he served other customers.

Maybe he shouldn’t linger. Smitty realized his presence in café might mess up John’s concentration. He chugged down the remnants of his latte and paid the bill (this time a middle aged woman came up to his table) and he stood up, gathering his things.

Before he left they shared a look and he left the café, the bell above chimed and he was outside on the street. Like in a haze, he walked back to his shitty apartment.

                                                  ~♦~

When he got back, he went immediately to studying, leaving his phone to charge. Sometime around 10 pm he got a text. He suspected it to be from a teacher or classmate. Smitty’s eyes hovered above the name. He must be tired, why is he messaging at this late hour?

John ;) – ‘sup babe, I’m tired and about to expire. Idk where I’m going with this message, I just hope my direct approach didn’t scare you off. I’m not one to dance around the fire. You like me, I like you so why not give it – give us a chance.

Smitty – Damb. I’m at loss of words. I can’t say I dislike direct people like you. Saves us both time if one party is assertive. I’m glad you asked me out on a date. I hope to learn more about you.

John ;) –  And I’m glad you agreed. Fuck I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. Sorry to cut this short.

Smitty – It’s alright. We can talk more tomorrow, rest up. Also John?

John ;) – Yeah?

Smitty – Goodnight ♥

John ;) – omg so gay, jk xD nighty night Smitty <3

With a chuckle, he locked his phone screen and placed it on the bedside table, laying down. Splayed on the bed, he stared at the ceiling, smiling to himself.

He was looking forward to this Friday.

Chapter 2:  If you’ll have me

Telling Craig was a bad idea. His friend nearly spat all of the soda he was drinking on Smitty’s face. He missed the fruity water fountain sprout by ducking.

Lucky they weren’t inside, but out in the open. It was after classes.

“What the fuck, Smit. You’ve been swooning and day dreaming for three months and he just waltzes up to you and asks you on a date. Am I getting this right?”

He sighed, internally wishing this topic was over and done with. “You heard me, you cucklord. I’m still in awe because of tomorrow. I’ve got a date. That’s a first in... a while. God, I’m beginning to get anxious just thinking about tomorrow.”

Craig rolled eyes. “Boo – hoo. Poor you going on a date with a hot guy that you’ve been ogling. Chin up, it’ll be alright.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re the school fuckboy, you have no problems with relationships. I on the other hand...”

His friend patted him a few times, winking. “Well, if that’s what’s troubling you, let me help you. As the infamous school playboy, I can relay my wisdom and pass it on.” He said ceremonially to which Smitty grunted, but didn’t turn down the offer. At this point he’d take any tips. For a reason unknown to him, Smitty really wanted this thing with John to work out.

Seeing as he didn’t outright decline, Craig smirked and threw away the empty can in the trash bin, then threw his arm around Smitty’s shoulder, dragging him away. “Well then, let’s get started.”

In that moment as he was being abducted to his own apartment, he realized how much he cared about John. And how crazy it all was.

                                                 ~♦~

“I don’t know. This hoodie is so plain.” Smitty commented, standing before mirror in his room. Craig’s voice boomed from the phone on his nightstand, he had him on speaker. “Did you really call me for that? I am about to fu--- have a dinner with that upperclassman Tyler.”

Caught up by in his own little world, he missed on the hint his friend dropped, too occupied with spinning and doing poses. “Hm... yeah... Craig I need your opinion. The plain grey hoodie together with the skinny ass black pants or dark navy skinny tight pants with pink, flashy hoodie?”

“Seriously, go for the flashy pink gay hoodie and black pants. Trust me on this. Also, don’t drink too much, it’s better to remember furious makeout on the couch than to wake up the next day naked with a hangover. Speaking from personal experience.”

“I swear to god, if you tell me to ---“ Smitty got cut off, his cheeky friend couldn’t resist poking fun at him. “Don’t forget to use a condom! Practice safe sex!”

He rolled eyes, his mirror reflection expressed how absurd it was. Getting sex advice from a well known playboy. “Yes, mom.”

Craig chuckled, albeit his voice sounded strained as if he was holding back from laughing. “If that’s how you perceive me as, then I await you home by midnight, young man. And your date better be a gentleman. Now if you'll excuse me, I got something to do.” He chuckled some more on the side, while Smitty quickly changed clothes, as per suggestion he donned the pink and black. It was a good combination, it also brought out some other assets.

Satisfied with his attire after gruesome twelve minutes of matching up different outfits, he smiled to himself. Oddly enough, suspicious small moans filled the room and he had to double check his TV and computer screens if he didn’t leave them on. His only logical conclusion was the sounds came from his phone.

...He didn’t need to know this about his friend, who supposedly hung up, but didn’t. But first, he’ll teach him a lesson for teasing him so much. “Hello there, mysterious upperclassman Tyler! Be sure to practice safe sex! Byee!”  Before he hung up, he heard exasperated gasps, ‘oh shit, I left it on!’ and ‘fuck!’.

Alright, that’s that. Now onto the matter at hand... He dialled up John’s number for the first time, sitting down on his bed to calm his anxiety. He picked up soon, as if he was waiting for a call. “Hey, good thing you called. I was worried you changed your mind.”

“And miss on a date with such a handsome man?” John softly chuckled.

“If your aim is to flatter me all day, then please by all means, continue. Anyhow, I am not one for traditional dates in some fancy restaurant, you’ll be crashing by my place if that’s okay with you.”

Smitty knew John could be forward, but they skipped date one all the way to date four, where they hang out at home. This was risky. Too dumbstruck to reply, he stayed quiet revaluating his next words. “Smit? Did I go overboard, I know it’s our first date and –“

“No, no. John, it’s a wonderful idea. We’re hardly conventional. I’d like to come over to your place. If you’ll have me.” He didn’t want to make it sound too eager ( like a desperate teenage girl for instance who just wanted to get laid), meanwhile from the other side he heard barely audible little cute snicker. “We can meet up by the café. I don’t live so far away, it’s within walking distance of twenty minutes. Are you ready? No need to dress up fancily for my sake dude, but I won’t lie; you’re good on eyes Smitty.”

“I’m supposed to be flattering you John, you’re undermining my scheme to make you flustered.”

“Aw, my bad.”

His lips curled up in a smile. “Are you heading out?” Distant doors closing made Smitty stand up and head towards the front entrance, where he left his keys and wallet. “Yep, I’m en route. See you there.”

“Can’t wait.” He replied with mirth and John hung up. The Canadian jovially put on shoes and left his apartment, locking it up. Smitty took a deep breath. “You can do this, it’s just a date.” He psyched himself up, bravely walking forward.

                                                    ~♦~

John was already there, skulking in front of the café he worked at, casually strolling back and forth, checking his phone every two minutes. He was a bit antsy. It’s been some time from the last time he went out with someone.

In a way, his work fulfilled him. Until a few months back, when he noticed a cute guy staring at him, even went ahead to draw him. Gradually, the guy came in almost every day, looking like he wanted to say something to him badly, but just couldn’t. Of course, his colleagues caught on. Scotty was the first and teased him about the ‘cute guy who comes to see him’ and how they totally would make a good looking couple.

He gave it some thought. Maybe he should try going out with him. One bad experience can’t deter him from trying dating again. He asked Scotty for little help (his friend wore that smug, knowing grin as he agreed to step in and set his bro up) and now, here they were. About to meet up and have their first date.

John pulled out his phone for the twelfth time, when he saw Smitty ran up to him. He stopped to catch his breath and then he grinned. “Running late is my specialty, I hope you didn’t have to wait long.”

“I’m usually the one arriving late, it’s refreshing to see someone else be late for a change. But I digress, you’re here. Ready to head out?”

“I was born ready.” Smitty replied, while John turned and waited for him so they could walk side by side. They passed by crowds of people, but neither paid attention to the stream of faces around them.

They walked past two streets and finally reached the resident area of tall buildings. The younger man eyed the complex before them as John strut towards the stairs. “We’re here. My apartment is on the far left side, over there.” He pointed and Smitty’s mind only came up with ‘nice place’ as he walked up behind John who was pulling out his keys.

He stiffly walked after John, trying to clear his head of dirty thoughts. No, he wouldn’t. As straightforward as John was towards him, he didn’t seem the type to have sex so soon. Not to mention Smitty wasn’t mentally prepared for that yet.

Becoming aware of their impending closeness, Smitty saw John turn the key and opened the door for him. He traipsed in, his heart was caught up somewhere in his throat. Standing at the entrance mat, he quickly took off his shoes, waiting on John.

“We can go to living room if you’d like.” John propositioned, taking off his shoes. Stiffly, Smitty’s body moved on its own, he shuffled to the living room, his eyes taking in everything. The shelves full of games and DVD’s that lined up against the end of one wall, the couch placed in the center of room, alongside with a decent sized TV. He even spotted some old school consoles.

“Alright...”  John said, standing beside him all of sudden. His heart picked the pace considerably, feeling the blood rush to his face.

This was a bit too soon, he wasn’t ready for anything beyond a kiss... and it was just them in one room. Unknowing of the thoughts racing through Smitty’s mind, John approached him and the younger man instinctively took a few steps back, now blushing furiously, ducking from his reach.

A bit confused, John looked down at him, pressing the light switch. “What? Is something on my face?”

Snapping his head, the Canadian gaped at the hand still on the light switch. “Oh...”

John knelt down, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Why are you so nervous?”

Smitty put a hand up in his hair and laughed anxiously to hide his transparent embarrassment. “This is your first time, isn’t it?”

Flabbergasted by the words that left John’s lips, he was rendered speechless. “Don’t worry! I’ll lead. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

Flushed and still very much flustered, he just gaped at John like a gold fish. His other hand was slowly reaching, and he himself was coming closer, closer, closer... Smitty’s eyes were fixed on his lips. He closed his eyes, ready to surrender to whatever John wanted.

But then John made him stand up again. He walked to the couch and turned on the TV, along with an old Playstation One console.

Smitty was none wiser what just transpired, approaching the couch. John plopped down, palpating a spot next to him.

Oh. So he meant to play an old school game together...

“You meant gaming...”

“Huh, yeah what else? We talked yesterday about games, figured you’d enjoy playing something together. Was it a bad idea?”

The Canadian shook head, a huge smile crept on his face. “Quite the opposite.”

“Good, now sit down and join me. First up we’ll play good ‘ol Gran Turismo, then Crash Team Racing and then maybe Tekken 3.”

Smitty shook off the embarrassment and sat down, taking the second controller.

The game booted up and their long gaming session began.

                                                     ~♦~

Spent after playing for over four hours, they only stopped because they were getting hungry. John ordered some pizza for them and while they waited, he brought out beer from the fridge.

Smitty was somewhat relaxed now, but still he couldn’t shake off the previous awkward moment from his mind. He stood up and paced along the carpet, stretching his legs.

From the kitchen John’s voice called out to him. “Smit, you want some chocolate? Scotty gave me some expensive brand, said he's got lots more. He got it from a... very close friend.”

Frowning, Smitty glanced at the beers on the coffee table. Beer and chocolate? That’s a rather odd combination.

Now that he thought about it more, the beer and chocolate were like them. An odd combination.

“Sure, why not.”

John came back, sat down ridiculously close to him as Smitty held back from scooting a bit away. No need to be shy around John, he’ll be his boyfriend soon. Or maybe is already. This inner chitchat was hurting his brain, so he stopped fretting and tried to appear relaxed.

He got a huge chunk of dark chocolate from the blond. “Thanks.” Smitty said.

The older man tentatively bit into the chocolate and then took a sip from the beer bottle. His face immediately scrunched up in a semi – disgusted grimace.

“Oh my god, this wasn’t probably a good idea. Don’t try what I just did.”

But he already biting into the chocolate, appreciating the taste on his tongue as he bathed his taste buds in beer. It was... an experience to say the least. “Oh my god.” He gasped, putting down the beer bottle. John followed suit shortly after, but his gaze lingered on the bottles, pondering.

Smitty felt the mood shift considerably. “Sweet and bitter.” He murmured, locking gaze with the Canadian. “I haven’t dated since I started my job. It’s not the lack of time, but I had no interest to invest time into a person. There was simply no one of substance... until you. This will sound so fucking cheesy, but you’re the chocolate to my beer.”

He couldn’t stop it, he laughed out loud, eventually tears came out at some point. Smitty smacked his knees, wiping the tears away. John waited until he stopped laughing, a bit red in the face. “Oh, I don’t know if you’ll laugh after this...” His voice trailed off as he slanted, placing both his hands on his waist.

Smitty was mesmerized, he was waiting for this...

His own hands snaked on John’s back, wrapping around him. Their lips touched, the bitterness was drowned out in the sweetness.

It was nothing like they ever experienced. Smitty withdrew as first, his cheeks were positively burning up from blushing so madly. “That was...hot.”

John’s fingers ruffled his hair, which brought new sensations to him as his stomach did flips. “I knew if I kept on searching, I’d find you. My sweet half.”

Smitty cackled. “This is too gay even for me, just say you love me and kiss me some more.”

John’s smirk could rival that of Cheshire Cat. The blond held his hands, looking him in the eyes. “I love you, Smitty.”

“Damb, I love you, too John.”

Both men laughed, as John was pushed down and Smitty kissed him.

Suffice to say, the pizza delivery guy had his fill for today after he saw John and Smitty looking as if they battled a long, merciless war against each other. Which they did and they called it a tie.

#bbs #bbs squad #krii7y #barista John #graphic design student Smitty #fluff and feelings #cute meet #blunt John and shy Smitty

[dcmissionaries]

Dying Historic on Nudist Road

Sun, sweat, beach babes, and caaaars. Daten Beach was hyping up their biggest auto show yet and they're going to do it in style. By inviting Angels of course! The Abbey had received a bunch of fliers to the auto show along with an invitation that marked them as "special guests." Strappon didn't find label appealing. Last time they were special guests anywhere, an idol and boxer attacked them on separate occasions. But these are cars, what could go wrong? A man eating car? HA that's a good one. But now the Templar was worried that he may have jinxed it. Despite his caution, he decided it wouldn't be too bad to go to the auto show. It totally wasn't because some Angels came in and got excited about cars, nope. As the Angels and Heavenbents arrived at the beach there was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, this auto show looked fun! Food and nice cars, this is something you couldn't pass up. But something still felt off... Lo and behold, it didn't take too long for Demons to arrive and claim territory of the beach by impaling a sign into the sand. Proof of their ownership of it. These damn rich people. But the Angels weren't going to let this day be ruined, nor were they going to square up with the Demons. At the request of Strappon, of course. Let's just see what cars the auto show has to offer!

DIE HISTORIC ON NUDIST ROAD Are y'all ready for the Auto Show? --------

HITAGASHI:  Excited whispers in the air, the smell of metal and oil, and Daten  sunlight all set the stage for the Daten Auto Show.  An extravaganza  to end all spectacular extravaganzas!  Or, at least, that's what the  papers said.  The fliers all around town vouched for this as well and  the hype seemed justified.  There seemed to be nothing that could  possibly go wrong today.  If you didn't count the fact that angels  seemed to be cursed with bad luck but moving beyond that the cars were  beautiful and so was the feeling of being there at the show.  Except  for the demons but the angels were doing their best (after being  ordered) to not start a fight.

 Although, if you asked Abbie, the place was sorely lacking in  motorcycles.  She did, however, finally seem to not have a game system  with her.  Today should be good, providing she didn't need to kick  some butt.  Ugh.  She hated being in Daten some days.  She looked  around and saw Cammy blatantly walking in the beach sand with a camel  following her, still wrapped up tighter than a mummy.

KR-O:  A worried expression was hidden behind Shades' namesake. He managed to  loosen up after Angels obeyed orders, but he couldn't help getting  worried. Daten Demons sure did love to provoke them.

KR-O:  Massie patted Shades, telling him that everything will be alright.  It'd be too risky for Demons to pull anything without getting sued by  insurance companies. Perhaps the girl had a point. Before Shades could  thank her, Massie went off to admire some vehicles. She ended up  complainjng about the lack of motorcycles. This is lame.

NAPDRAGONN:  Sunny looked around. He didn't know much about cars, but they sure  were cool, so he had covinced Newsie to bring him along to the show,  as long as he stayed close by. Everything was shiny and polishe and SO  COOL, and if you looked close you could practically see the sparkles  in the young boy's eyes. Newsie, for his part, was playing the role of  caretaker very well, keeping Sunny's hand in his own as he idly looked  at automobiles himself and listened to his younger brother figure's  chatter intently.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt and Wristband walked into the show room. Although they came  together, the two had their own reasons for showing up. Undershirt  actually wanted to look at the cars. Wristband on the other hand was  looking for some hot action.

TIMERIFTS:  Overalls sauntered around idly, the cars were all very fancy and cool  but she didn't really have a lot of interest in who made them what  model they were ectera. She didn't touch any of them as she walked  down the isles of cars that seemed endless. She hoped to find other  demons to chat with so it was less lonely

NAPDRAGONN:  "Newsie, look at that one!" Sunny said excitedly, tugging on Newsie's  shirt sleeve, "It looks like a beetle shell!"  And it did, Newsie noted. The coat of paint was an iridescent purple  and the shap was sleek and aero dynamic. He hummed and smiled down at  his bug loving little brother, ruffling his hair. "Probably not a real  beetle in disguise though, short stuff." He remarked, and Sunny  giggled a little in response.

TJ:  It almost seemed like Cufflink was the only very irritated and  miserable one; with a harsh frown and glaring eyes he almost scowls at  the cars. Another normal day for him. The cars made no impact to him  and he was just trying to waste the time staring at the ceiling or  refining his schedule until his usual migrane forms

OSCARK9:  Today is going to be a good day for Gloves to see the new cars in the  Daten Auto Show. When he walk inside, he couldn’t believe how many  cars they were. All shiny and sparkly. So shiny that he could see his  face on the cars.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle had arrived a bit late but that was normal. She was never one  for punctuality. Noticing the section of the beach dedicated to  motorcylces, she pulled her chopper alongside the rest and pulled off  her helmet. Her hair fell on her face and she pushed her hand through  it a few times.

 "Wonder where the others are," she thought to herself as she scanned  the horizon of cars and people.

GAMER-GODDESS:  A small smile lit up Thigh High's face as she glanced around at the  cars, she didn't much care for them but they sure did look pretty  awesome. More in love with soaking up the sun she decided to take a  look at every model she could before the day was done.

 Meanwhile Brassiere had a seemingly permanent frown on her face,  likely due to the sun beating down on her pale skin. Hoping to make  the most of the day before she was burned to a crisp she jogged over  to Overalls to engage in some friendly banter.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  The two of them scanned the area before Undershirt looked at her  sister. "Now remember, we're here to look at cars and bikes, not  screwing everyone in sight. Just behave yourself" he said.  She stuck her tongue out at him. "You have no room to talk Mr. 'I want  to punch everyone'" She said.  "Whatever" he said folding his arms.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Bowtie arrived on the beach and scanned the area. She noticed that the  Demons were out numbered by the Angels. "Those little pests" she  thought, "I could burn them all to a crisp if I wanted to." She  sighed. But that wouldn't be proper would it? Oh well, maybe this car  show would be fun.

TIMERIFTS:  Overalls smiled at the girl approaching her, waving at her "hello" she  called in a sing song voice to her, stopped walking to let the girl  catch up. She admired the car she stopped by while she waited, though  it wasn't a very long wait

GAMER-GODDESS:  Bra stopped running and bent over to catch her breath, giving a "Hey"  in between gasps. Standing up straight she offered the demoness a  smile. "How's it going?" The young girl quietly shaking her head for  not having thought of something better say.

HITAGASHI:  There was a point in a young Irish lass' life where she should say no.   However, considering she loved cars and could now drive them  comfortably, Pastel tugged on the suit she wore as she considered  which ones to buy.  She refused to settle into the beach scene, trying  instead to find a better way to not shoot someone getting in her way.  Anger seemed to be a problem lately.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls waited patiently with a smile as the girl caught her breath "not  too much, just admiring these brilliant cars, what about yourself?"  she asked, not exactly sure why the girl wanted to talk to her but  would not turn down her conversation because she was kinda bored and  didn't want to be rude

KR-O:  "You should listen to your girl, Shades. Enjoy the show! Because this  is the most expensive showing any one of us is gonna be at."  Jokki popped up behind Shades to try to get him to loosen up a little  more. Well if this was coming out of a Demon's mouth, he may as well  take his word for it.

 "Yeah, You're right. Maybe I should go around the owners to see what  recommendations they have for my car. I think I see some people I  know? May as well hang out with them."

 Jokki smiled at the Angel as he left his side. Good. Now the perfect  umbrella space was all his.  Shades waved over at Newsie, ruffling Sunny's hair once he approached  the both of them. "Hey guys! How's it going?"

NAPDRAGONN:  "Hi mister Shades!" Sunny said enthusiastically at Shades, always  happy to see his older friend, "We're just fine! I was showing my  brother that care over there- look, it's like a beetle!" That said,  Sunny pointed the iridescent car out again, hopping up and down.  "He's been all about this place today." Newsie drawled, "I had to drag  him away to get some water because he was gettin' flushed and  dehydrated. Nutty kid is way too excited about this shindig if you ask  me. Least he's havin' fun, though. Nice to see you."

KR-O:  Shades looked at the car in question and chuckled, "Well, it is a  Volkswagen.../Beetle/." He winked at Sunny as if he made the best pun  ever. It was not. It was terrible.  "Well, can you blame the kid when they have really nice cars this time  around? Kind of intimidating if you ask me. These all look like  exports too."  All Shades could think about was their cost. They must of been in the  millions. He shuddered at the thought.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "I'm doing pretty well, have you seen any nice models yet?" Brassiere  asked, motioning towards the seemingly endless display of beautifully  glossy cars.

NAPDRAGONN:  sunny still laughed, though. He was a child, after all, and corny  jokes were about his level of humor in that point of life. Newsie was  rolling his eyes and groaning, though. Still...  "I wouldn't know much." Admitted the newsstand worker, "I'm not super  interested in rides. I mean, i can see they're juiced up and  expensive, but that's about it. Sunny just thinks they're cool." He  shrugged.

TIMERIFTS:  "They are all wonderful, but I saw one I really liked down there"  Ralls pointed in the direction to show where the car was, keeping it  friendly. She started to walk down the isle to look at more of the  cars, brushing her hair out of her face, starting to feel the heat a  little

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt looked up from the car he was inspecting and saw Shades. He  also over heard the bad pun that made him die a little inside. "Well,  well, well, if it isn't Mr. Uptight" Undershirt said as he walked over  to the group that was gathered. Wristband looked up from another car  and followed her brother over. She recognized Shades, but not the  others. She hadn't really met many people in the Abbey so this could  be a good way to break the ice and make some friends.

TJ:  Cufflink quickly adjusted his tie as he walked over to the exit. He  noticed the rising amount of Angels that were appearing and if there  was a fight, he'd rather not get overpowered.  "I'll just stay here for a little... Think I got work back in the  office anyways..." Cufflink mumbles as the heat slowly created a sauna  in his suite.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat walked in with his arms over his chest and a visible annoyance  on his face. He peered at the almost endless line of cars and within  the sea of metal, reeking of oil and gas, he spotted Overalls. He made  his way towards his personal assistant and called out to her once he  was just a few feet away from her and whomever she was talking to.  "Overalls. Did you pick up my dry cleaning? I feel like I'm going to  need a change of clothes after this."

 A blurred figure rushed through the air, jumping on top of the tallest  vehicle in the area near the majority of the people here. The figure  landed with their scarf starting to blow in the wind. The figure stood  up to reveal the greatest hero that no one knew, Buckle! She took her  usual pose and called out. "Fear no longer, the hero Buckle has  arrived!"

NAPDRAGONN:  Sunny looked up at the two new additions to their conversation group,  unsure who they were. He was still young and sometimes shy, so most of  his friends at the Abbey were people who had taken initiative and  spoken to him first, like Shades.  Newsie squinted his eyes at them both, not liking the vibe he was  getting, but he bit his tongue. Picking a fight in front of his little  brother would set a bad example. He'd have to just wait and see what  their attitudes amounted to.

KR-O:  "Yeah, they are. I sorta came down here to ask about parts since I  wanted to beef mine up-" Shades turned with a finger raised up, "  _Listen_ " He said. "...You're not wrong, especially right now, BUT  LISTEN."  He didn't continue after that, giving a smile to Undershirt.

OSCARK9:  Gloves smiled at the new cars that he been seeing passing by him. By  looking at the new cars and seeing his own reflection. Which makes him  distracted. He said to himself, "Man, I look good on these cars. Too  bad that I can't ride one of them." Which makes him feel down just for  a minute. He give it a good smile on the car's reflections and move on  to the next one.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle stopped guarding her motorcycle from passersby when she heard  her name called from across the lot. She gazed over and saw what  looked to be an angel doing some pose on top of a car.

 "The hell? She could ruin the paint," Buckle said quietly to herself.

GAMER-GODDESS:  Bra watched Ralls walk away before deciding to obtain a some type of  beverage to rival this heat.  Thigh High was enjoying the cars before she spotted a certain angel.  Bounding up to the girl she called out quick "Hey, Massie!" to catch  her attention

TIMERIFTS:  Overalls perked at the voice of her boss, twirling around to face him  "Yes, it's in my car at the moment" she smiled, her posture  immediately getting better as she stood at attention to him, glancing  over at the other girl she was talking to as she walked away

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Wristband's eyes lit up when she looked at Sunny "Hey sexy...OW" She  said before getting elbowed in the stomach by Undershirt. "I mean hi"  she tried again.

 "Sorry about that" he said as he glared at her. "That's kind of her  way of saying hello."

KR-O:  Massie stared in disappointment of the lack of certain vehicles and  shrugged, admiring what was available right now. She turned to whoever  was caller her out and smiled in return. "Oh, hello there."

 "Well, I'm used to that with my other friends, so no big deal with  me." Which was a big understatement for Shades to say but you know.  "But hey, nice to see you guys out here too."

NAIVESPACEMAN:  "Good. Seems you've managed to earn your paycheck for this week." He  kept his arms folded over his chest before looking around at all the  cars around him. The potential for him getting dirty was immensely  high at the moment. He cringed a bit. "What exactly are you doing  here?" What was HE doing here?

GAMER-GODDESS:  Offering a quick nod "Haven't seen you for a while," Stretching her  arms above her head before asking "What have you been up to?"

TIMERIFTS:  She watched where he was looking "thank you" she smiled "I came to  admire these vehicles and get some sun, what are you doing here?" she  wondered, him being here was something even more out of the ordinary  because of the risk of getting dirty

KR-O:  "Ah well, making sure some new fallen are getting situated. Making  sure to keep my swords clean. Nothing too eventful." Massie responded.  "How about you?"

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat shifted his weight slightly, leaning to the side on his left  leg. "I was on my way back from a voicing job and saw that you were  nearby." On a GPS system he had put on her without her knowledge. He  has to know where his assistant is at all times, of course. "I decided  to come in and see if you were really doing your job."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Yeah, you too man" he said, still a little upset at Wristband. "It  feels like it's been forever since we've left the Abbey."

 Wristband agreed in that sentiment. "Yeah, I was beginning to get stir  crazy. I needed to get out of there for a while." And get some action,  is what she wanted to finish with, but she felt that it was best if  she just kept her mouth shut.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls smiled weakly, how did he know she was nearby? She let the  thought slide "how did the job go?" she asked him, keeping the  conversation on him to stroke his ego more, which she had learned was  an essential part of the job "I am always doing my job Sir" she  assured him, not really sure what her job consisted of anymore but  whatever he needed was it

KR-O:  "It has been a while. Kinda glad that tensions aren't high with both  groups being in the same area. I guess we can relax for once." Shades  looked around quickly to make sure of his words, but it was about the  same.

 Meanwhile, HP was getting something ready for the auto show. Of all  people to provide something for this show. Armlet, however, was a  little grumpy child. The sand was making him 'see' fuzzy, constantly  asking when HP was going to be done with his the thing he was working  on.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  He let out a small laughing huff. "It went splendidly, of course. You  know I am practically incapable of failure." He gave her a smug smile,  closing his eyes and putting his hand on his chest while speaking.  Furcoat opened his eyes to look at her again. "So the list of errands  I mailed you is done?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Bowtie looked at Cufflink. So many new recruits lately. She decided to  talk to him. Walking over she noticed the apparent nervousness on his  face. When she reached him, she put on a smile. "Hi, I'm Bowtie, I  take it you're new here?" she asked him.

TIMERIFTS:  She smiled "of course!" she replied to his being perfect, he was kinda  charming in the fact that he was so confident, but it was testing in  the waters of cocky. She watched his body language as he spoke "almost  all of them are done, the one shop was closed today so I will get that  done tomorrow but everything else is complete" she assured him,  meeting eyes with him to make him know he had her full attentions,  that would help him feel even more important

GAMER-GODDESS:  "I'm doing great actually." Pondering for a moment. "Tell me about  yourself, I feel like we don't really hear that much about you." Thigh  High subtley faced palmed herself for sounding so creepy.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Yeah I noticed that" Undershirt said looking around. There were a few  Demons that he could spot. It was a really weird feeling that they  were just coexisting in this space, that no one wanted to kill each  other. "It just feels weird to me"

TJ:  Cufflink glances at her and nods. "Yes... My name is Cufflink.  Pleasure to meet you..." He bows slightly since his asian teachings  still follow him.

KR-O:  Shades shrugged, "I'm used to this. Demons and Angels coexist up North  and that's where I worked a good chunk of my life." He motioned both  Wristband and Undershirt to follow him. He wanted to look around while  chatting.

 Massie stared at Thigh High for a bit, sweating nervously, "O-Oh.  Really? I don't know. I don't have much to offer."

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle had made her way over to Furcoat and butted in on his  conversation. She glanced back at her motorcycle to make sure no one  had put their hands all over it while she was gone.

 "Hey, Furry. Did you see that angel dancing around on the tops of cars  a few minutes ago?" She hit punched the palm of her hand. "I'd like to  beat some sense into her. I mean, vandalism is fun and all, but you  should never disrespect someone's ride."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Bowtie was taken aback a bit by the bow. "You don't have to be so  formal with me, after all we do work together. So how are you liking  this show so far? I personally don't have much of an interest in cars,  but I heard that a few people were going so I thought I'd might as  well go too."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Really? I haven't heard of that before." He said as he and Wristband  followed Shades.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  The demon peered at the woman as she agreed with him. That was a good  call not disagreeing with him. That's how his first assistant ended up  spending the rest of his life as an inner-city kindergarden teacher.  He narrowed his eyes on Overalls when she admitted that she didn't get  one thing done. That was grounds for firing. But.. he was feeling  merciful. Odd. Before he could say something, someone else butted in  on his conversation. He turned look at Buckle for a second, before  looking back to Overalls. "Who is this and why is it talking to me?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Yeah, I thought that they wanted to always tear each other's throats  out" Wristband agreed. She was never one for geography or schooling,  but she was surprised that she hadn't heard of this before.

TJ:  "...Formal...?" His eyebrows raised in surprise and his eyes widen.  Then caught himself and realized the difference in manners here.  Clearing his throat and regaining his posture he calmly replies,  "No, in fact I was planning on leaving and heading for the office to  see if there was any work for me there."

GAMER-GODDESS:  Crap, you made her uncomfortable, think harder Thigh High, "Uh, I mean  do you have any hobbies?" Nice save!

TIMERIFTS:  Overalls smiled at him, noticing his displeasure in her not being able  to force a shop to open to run the errand, noting to do better next  time, glad he spared her "This is Buckle I believe" she introduced the  demon to him, letting that conversation take the front lines

OSCARK9:  Gloves was starting to get a little tired from seeing the new cars  that he pass already. He said to himself; "Walking around in the Auto  Show can make a person drain." So, he decided to get some cold  beverage and finding a place to settled down.

KR-O:  "Yeah. The North has both groups working together. They have kind of a  long history together and it's pretty chill up there." Shades paused  for a bit. "...They also have dragons and dinosaurs, which was kind of  cool."

 Massie began getting shifty-eyed, trying to think of something. "Uuuh.  I don't really do much aside from Abbey work if you ask me." Wow, her  life was boring.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Oh great I made him uncomfortable. Good job Bowtie" she thought. "Oh,  come one that's no fun" she said. "You're already here, might as well  stay and try to have fun. We don't get many chances to take a break.  Besides, I'm sure whatever work is there can wait."

TJ:  "...What does 'fun' mean?" Cufflink's curiosity was peaked at this  word, he heard so many people say it and had no time to look it up. He  looked at Bowtie straight in the eyes with a softened look and awaited  a response.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  "I can see someone at least had the decency to read my file." She  glanced towards Overalls. "Now, you gonna help me beat up that  exhibitionist or what?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  "You don't, that's a shame." Snapping her fingers as a lightbulb went  off inside her head "I've got it, maybe we could hang out sometime!"  Thigh High exclaimed, "Is there anything you'd like to do in your  spare time?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Wait, you mean ACTUAL dinosaurs and Dragons?" he said stunned. HOW  DID HE NOT KNOW THIS?! "Can you like, ride them?"

 "How are the angels up there? Are they hot?" Wristband asked.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  "Buckle. Doesn't ring a bell." He spoke out before looking to Buckle  once more. He huffed when hearing her ask him or Overalls for help  with fighting someone. He wasn't sure who she was asking, but he  responded anyways. "I am not about to allow a fight in here. You could  destroy a car and get oil all over my clothes!"

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls nodded in agreement "Yeah, I am not really up for a fight today,  you know being peaceful and stuff seems kinda alright for the time  being" she smiled weakly "sorry though, hope it goes well though" she  nodded to the girl, even if she did want to fight she couldn't risk  losing her job because she got oil on his coat or something She smiled  at Buckle then looked at her boss, not sure how to end a conversation  like this

KR-O:  Once again, Massie just stared. She didn't know how to respond to her.  Honestly, she just didn't know how to socialize well with strangers.  "I don't know what I'd like to do in all honesty. I've been keeping  busy with work for a good while now. I don't know what to tell you."

 "YEAH!" Shades responded. "Like actual dinosaurs and dragons! And even  giant birds! They give them to you if you're gonna be a knight and  they're your life companions. I have one! But mom keeps it." Which was  unfair to him.  "Depends on your aesthetic." He said to Wristband.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  "Well, damn. I'd sure hate for your clothes to get dirty," she said  sarcastically. "I guess we can just let her keep jumping all over the  hoods of cars and breaking all the rules." Buckle shrugged her  shoulders in an exaggerated manor.

HITAGASHI:  Tiara, like the little brat she is, did her best impression of a  Jack-in-the-Box the moment the mention of dragons appeared.  She shot  up from seemingly nowhere behind Undershirt and slammed her hands onto  his shoulders from behind to hoist herself up and look at him from  above.  "DRAGONS?  I'M A DRAGON."  She turned her attention to Shades  with an almost sparkle to her eyes.  "Dragons are GREAT."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Bowtie wasn't sure how to respond. How the fuck do explain to someone  what fun is? How do you have to be raised to not know what fun is?  "Uhh, fun is the feeling you get when you do something you enjoy." she  said. That was pretty a pretty good definition there Bowtie.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Dude, I want a dinosaur to ride! That sounds so cool. Why does your  mom keep it? Too much to have at the Abbey?" Undershirt asked. If he  ever had the chance he'd go to the North and get him a Dinosaur.

 Meanwhile Wristband conjured up thoughts of knights in shining armor  riding on dragons coming to save her. She smiled at that thought. "You  know the big strong Knight type" she responded.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  "Well. She isn't bothering me. Whoever she is." He huffed lightly  folding his arms over his chest once more. "Besides. She doesn't seem  to be doing anything now." He shifted his shoulders a bit and groaned  slightly. "I need a massage."

HITAGASHI:  Cammy slowly made her way into the show, humming softly to herself as  she passed by Abbie who seemed to be scanning the crowd.  She seemed  to find what she was looking for as she practically stomped over to  where Massie was.  "How ya doin', yo?"  Because saving her friend's...  kid (she still didn't believe that) from discomfort was very  important.  Maybe they could talk about bikes.

TJ:  Cufflink's eyes harden once more as they go back to his usual cold  expression and only replied with, "Oh. I see, Thank you." It was a  familiar word... He shook his head and looked in the car show again.  Pursing his lips he slowly mumbled, "I suppose I can try having this  'fun'."

GAMER-GODDESS:  Thigh High was determined to open Massie up "Well, what if we  experiment with different activities. We could try sports or movies or  one of the various arts or, or..." Trailing off as she attempted to  think of anything, looking around the large expanse of cars "Or,  collecting cars!"

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt and Wristband jumped at the sudden appearance of the demon  child. "WHOA, where the hell did you come from?!" Undershirt yelled.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls kept to herself, but noted to book him a massage soon. She  watched the conversation between the two demons, wondering why he was  still talking to her, she wasn't important enough for him to know her  name so why was he?

KR-O:  Shades almost screamed from the sudden child popping up behind them  but recognized her almost immediately.  "Oh hey, you're Hairpin's girl, right? Excuse me, Hairpin's dragon? Am  I getting it right?"  He wanted to humor the kid as best he could because that's what HP  requested.  "On, no. My Ziz is far too big to keep it anywhere. It's like. Huge.  And I mean HUGE. Think of like, half of the height of a giraffe."

HITAGASHI:  Tiara grinned wide, pretty much catapulting herself over to Shades and  bouncing when she landed.  "Yeah!  That's Meema!  I'm Tiara!  What's  your dragon's name?  Is it a boy or girl?  Is it grown up?"  Shades  seemed to have opened up a can of worms.

KR-O:  "I don't know, I have to focus on these issues that have been popping  up as of lately. I don't want my dad too stressed about them-" Massie  felt herself shrinking when Abbie approached them.  "Oh, miss Abbie.Hello." She did a slight bow, beginning to fiddle with  her fingers.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat eyed Overalls after he spoke out that he needed to get a  massage. "You don't know how to give someone a shoulder massage?" He  asked out to her, having expected her to give him one right on the  spot.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls looked at him "I was going to book you a professional one for  later this afternoon but I could give you one" she smiled, trying to  remain 'perfect' to please him. She walked up to him, to get started  working on his tense muscles

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "That's the spirit" Bowtie said. "So, what's your story? Where'd you  come from?" She asked. She felt that this was going well. He appeared  to be warming up to her, might as well keep the momentum going.

 "That's awesome man!" Undershirt said excitedly. "I have to get one  for myself. I could have so much fun with one of those!"

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  "I'm gonna leave you to your pampering, Furry. Besides, my bikes been  left alone for a while now." She motioned towards the cycle section of  the show. "And if that angel gets anywhere near it, there's gonna be a  throw down."

KR-O:  Shades laughed at Tiara's enthusiasm about the dragons. "Well, I don't  have a dragon. It's more of a big bird. But she's grown! And feisty.  You know the cat man? I can ask him to show you a baby dragon one of  these days, he breeds them."

 Shades looked at Undershirt, "Well, they're only native to the North  so you'll need connections to obtain one. Which I can count as one. I  got a few buddies that have Ziz as well."

NAIVESPACEMAN:  "This stiffness isn't letting me wait on one." He huffed lightly,  shifting his shoulders before she started giving him the massage he  wanted. He was started to loosen up a bit before hearing Buckle speak.  Hearing her call him 'Furry' caused him to sneer. "The name's  Furcoat." He stated.

HITAGASHI:  This information sent the little demon for a loop, eyes wide and hands  clapping together rapidly.  "You mean Mister Jokki has __dragons__?!  Why didn't I know that?  I thought he just had cats!"  She seemed to  be ignoring anyone else talking to Shades as he had her complete  attention.  Well, unless Jokki showed up and then he'd have to deal  with Tiara.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt smiled. He had no idea where he could ever put one, but  that doesn't matter. "Hey, maybe you could pull a few strings for an  old pal huh?" He said nudging him with his elbow.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls held her breath, he was not happy with that name. She continued  to work on his shoulders, trying to help him relax, them. She felt  weird touching him since he never usually let her even get close  enough to touch him since she was a 'peasant'. Usually she would be up  in arms about being treated inferiority but she kinda needed this job  and didn't take it personally since everyone else got treated like  that too

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  "Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Furry." Buckle turned, put her hands in  her pockets and started walking back to her bike.

KR-O:  "I'll consider it." He said. It sounded so half-hearted from Shades,  but hey. He wasn't one to deny a request that doesn't hurt anybody. "I  just hope you're ready to research in taking care of those things."  Now his attention was back to Tiara.  "I thought he had cats too until he brought over a hatchling- Wait."  He removed his namesake and stared off into the distance."I have a  baby dragon at home." He completely forgot.

GAMER-GODDESS:  "Well, if you ever change your mind."  Thigh High sighed. "I heard  there were refreshments, and I intend on finding them!" She said while  clenching her fist. And with that Thigh High proceded to just stand  there staring around the room with a hand stroking an imaginary beard.

OSCARK9:  When Gloves got his beverage. He was finding a place to for him to  settled down in. He decided that he will go outside and settled down  their. Inside the Auto Show was getting a little muggy and making him  have a headache from the oil fumes. So, outside is a best choice for  him.

TJ:  Cufflink flatly stated, "My Atunie Grace black mailed me to come work  here and to abandon my company for a few years." He glanced over at  the scene and stared at a car with interest.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat furrowed his brow when hearing the woman calling in that name  again. He huffed, almost hissing in annoyance with the disrespect he  received. He was a celebrity! How dare she treat him like a joke! He  waited until the woman had walked away before he spoke again. "I don't  like that one."

HITAGASHI:  Tiara's attention seemed caught until she spotted something in the  distance.  Eyes wide, she shifted her attention around and jumped up  to pat Shade's on the face lightly.  "I gotta go I saw Faust but I  wanna meet your dragon baby soon!  Bye Mister Ironee!  I'll tell Meema  you're super nice!"  And with this she ran over to what she seemed to  have spotted in the distance.

 As this happened, Abbie seemed to be glaring at the person in front of  her in confusion.  Why were they talking to Massie?  "Hey, Massie,  who's this?  Actually, wait no, you."  She pointed at Thigh High.  "Who're ya, yeah?"

TIMERIFTS:  "noted" Ralls tried to speak quietly, so the girl had no chance of  hearing her. She knew it would aggravate Furcoat to hear himself be  called something like that, she was getting pretty good at guessing  what his reactions would be

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "What was that?" Undershirt asked. A baby dragon? How do you forget  that? "Wonder if he'd let me have it?" he thought.

 "Oh that's rough" Bowtie said. "I know how that feels. I got sent here  after burning down my school with fire magic. It was terrible."

OSCARK9:  Gloves was outside taking a deep breath from the fresh air and said to  himself, "(exhaling) Ah! Now that's better. It's nice to smell oil  once in a while, but air is where is at."

KR-O:  After many "Are you done yet?"s from Armlet, HP finally finished on  what he was working on. To him it was purely elementary, but he  basically made a beefed up GTR from scratch.  "Nothing to it!" He said in a smug tone.  "Finally!" Armlet called out, throwing his hands up in the air."Are  you gonna announce the competition?"  "In a bit," HP responded, "Or right now, actually." Grabbing a PA  microphone, HP announced that the car competition for their special  was about to begin and that everybody make their way to other parts of  the beach.

 Tiara left a big smile on Shades face and waved her goodbye as she  left. "What was what?" He asked Undershirt. But before he could ask  something else, the announcement caught his attention.  "Competition between the special guests? That wasn't anywhere in the  invite...And we're the special guests.." Something didn't feel right  here. Were these Demons up to something?

 Massie could feel some hostility coming off Abbie and decided to  answer herself anyways. "Oh, this is Thigh High. She's another Abbey  resident. Anyways, should we make our way to this competition?"

GAMER-GODDESS:  Freezing mid stroke, Thigh-High glanced up at the person disrupting  her mission. "I'm sorry, what'd you just say?" Glancing at Abbie in  confusion, only to hear Massie clear it up.

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat grumbled something about ruining lives and making people get  stuck in dead end jobs, but he quieted down after a moment. He started  to relax with the help of Overalls' massage. But that stopped when the  announcement blared over the PA and caused him to jump. "What the  hell??"

TIMERIFTS:  listening to the PA ralls sighed a little "you wanna watch that?" she  asked him, not stopping his massage, she was glad to of helped, even  if only for a short time before the loudness that blared across the  area

TJ:  Cufflink jumped the sudden noise and looks over to Bow tie.

TJ:  "Competition...?"

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat gazed up at the PA, but still stayed in place for her to  continue the massage. "Watch it? Only if I get a box seat. I'm not  going to get soaked in smoke and smell like exhaust for two weeks." He  grumbled. "Is that what you're here for? A competition?"

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt and Wristband jumped at the sound of the PA. They listened  to the announcement and when it was finished, Undershirt turned to  Shades. "I KNEW something was up" he said. Wristband nodded her head  in agreement.

 Bowtie just finished her story when the PA went off and made the  announcement. "What the hell?" she asked in confusion. Today might  prove to be much more interesting than she thought.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle got back to her bike just as she heard the message.  She  grabbed her helmet and noticed a scratch on her bike. "Really," she  shouted. "I was gone for maybe two minutes!" She angrily jumped on to  her bike and sped off towards the competition.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls continued to massage his shoulders, even working on his upper  back "I see," she stayed put "nah that was not on the flier, Seems  kinda interesting though" she shrugged, she kinda wanted to watch, but  now that he was here she was back on the clock and all her decisions  would be based around him

OSCARK9:  While he was outside. He heard from the announcement that there's  going to be a Competition. He said to himself, "Competition? Sweet! I  don't know what it is, but I hope it's fun." So, he head off towards  the competition.

TJ:  Cufflink stretched a bit and wondered whether to back out now or not.  "I'll just sit in the back..." He whispers to himself and walking over  to the competition. "Are you coming?" He glances back at Bow tie and  tilts his head.

HITAGASHI:  Abbie considered it, shrugged, and stared at Thigh High for a moment  more.  "Yeah, sure, why not, yeah?  It's bound to be fun."  She stared  at Massie and waved an arm in a way that indicated she go first.  She  vaguely noticed Cammy actually tearing ass to the competition from the  corner of her eye.

 Having heard the announcement, however, made Tiara beeline straight  for her Meema and the PA system.  Pretty much skidding to a stop, she  reached to grab it from HP and narrowed her eyes.  "Give it."

NAIVESPACEMAN:  He shifted a bit, leaning back into the massage while listening to his  assistant. "Do you want to take part in it?" He asked out. He seemed  to be in a rather generous mood today. "If so, you have ten minutes to  find me a seat away from the smoke, if not a box seat."

KR-O:  HP didn't hesitate and handed Tiara the receiver. "Knock 'em dead. Not  literally, though."

TIMERIFTS:  She blinked, not used to him being so nice to her "uh, sure" she  smiled, trying to keep the surprise out of her voice "I will do that  for you" she wiggled out of their situation to find them seats,  checking her watch to make sure she would be back before her 10  minutes was up

GAMER-GODDESS:  Bra had finally gotten a drink and was about to take a sip when the  sudden noise from the PA caused her to drop it a little too close to  one of the displays. The young lady practically sprinted away from the  incident, she did not want to deal with whoever was supervising the  cars. Making a mad dash to beach, Bra scanned the crowd for any good  spots to spectate.

 Thigh High was still thinking about food but decided to tag along with  Massie and Abbie to avoid being abandoned. She shoved her hands in her  pockets and matched the girls' pace as they walked towards the  competition.

KR-O:  Jokki had been asleep for a good majority of the auto show and was  abruptly woken up by the PA speaker going off. His poor ears. Shaking  his head, trying to wake up, he started walking towards the  competition. "Why can't we enjoy a simple beach day..." He groaned.

HITAGASHI:  Taking control of the PA like it was her birth right, she grinned  broadly and let out a victorious hissing noise when she finally turned  it on.  "Is everyone ready?!  Get jumping and pumping gas because  we're about to race!  Burn the tracks and get going to your cars if  you've got 'em!  The winner gets uh..."  She paused, trying to think  of a prize.  Looking at all the cars, she shrugged.  "The winner gets  a car!"

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle was first to pull up to the starting line. She flicked down her  helmet's visor and revved her engine, ready to go.

KR-O:  HP got up on stage to explain Tiara's terms for the competition.  Seeing as he was a tall bean pole, he knelled down to her level and  spoke into the receiver, "This competition is to see which species has  the most powerful vehicle to offer. We will race 12 cars and whichever  side wins, gets the loser's most priced car." Ending his speech, the  curtains retreated to show of the GTR he had just finished. "This will  be one of the cars representing the Demons. Wonder what will Angels  offer."

 Shades stared at HP in pure disbelief. This guy. "That wasn't in the  terms of service you asshole!"

TJ:  Cufflinks watched the commotion and leans back in his seat. Racing  wasn't really his thing but with the raised stakes, it could be  interesting. Although with the surprise they brought up... Cufflink  cautiously shines his cuff links.

OSCARK9:  Gloves could not believes what he just heard. "Were going to have a  race and the losers will lose their car? That's crazy! However, I do  like to race against somebody." By thinking his thoughts for a minute.  He made his decision. "Ah, why not. Let's do this!" He said. He rushes  back to his green motorcycle and drove down to the starting line.

KR-O:  "Nothing's ever in the Terms of Service, that's how some businesses  work." HP said. "Anyways, I'll be driving this lovely car. I hope you  all have something to accompany the bike that just entered, because  against a GTR? Oof."  He had a point. Those cars take off faster than you can blink.

 As Massie arrived she looked at Shades and then to the car, then back  to Shades. "Why don't you enter your car, father?"  Shades nearly choked on his own spit, "ME

KR-O:  Shades nearly choked on his own spit, "ME? WITH MY CAR? __ABSOLUTELY  NOT!__ " He's not made of money, you know.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt gave Shades a nudge. "Dude, it's a car show, there are  plenty of cars to choose from" he whispered. "While you look around,  I've already got my car picked out" he said out loud. He walked over  to a car a little ways out. "The Hennessey Venom GT, worlds fastest  car. No one will be able to touch me" he said as he slipped into the  seat of the bright orange supercar. Wristband followed her brother and  got into the passenger side. Undershirt pushed the start button and  the car roared to life.

 Bowtie looked around for a suitable vehicle for her. Eventually she  landed on one. The McLaren P1. "Fast and stylish, I like it" She said  as she circled the car before getting in to the black car.

KR-O:  Shades followed Undershirt, then compared the chosen vehicle to the  Demons' chosen one. "I don't think I've seen a model like that before.  So it must be custom. If it is, we're screwed."  Massie followed along and when Shades made that inspection, she  squinted at the vehicle, "You could be right. The actual specs? We may  have to ask if those were imported or custom made too.."

HITAGASHI:  Like she had been, Abbie followed Massie and stared at the car.  She  then turned to stare at her friend and pulled out her wallet.  "Do you  need me to buy you a car?"  Because this is obviously how things work.   As she said this, Cammy was hopping into the car she was actually  debuting at the show because of all her custom changes to it.  She pet  the wheel and kissed it, grinning wide as she ripped off her mask,  jacket, and turtleneck and left herself in a tank top as she revved  her car to life.  Her Ferrari wouldn't fail her and if it did at least  they'd go out in a blaze of glory.

 As all this went on the little girl holding the mic grinned.  "Ladies,  gentlemen, and everyone who is neither, both, or some combination  thereof!  Please remember we aren't reimbursing you for losses!  You  enter at your own risk!  If you have the money, buy a car on display  that isn't custom!"  She jumped a bit in place and then turned to her  guardian.  Eyebrows furrowing, Tiara stared at HP intently.  "Meema,  if you get hurt can I light people on fire?"

KR-O:  HP winked at Tiara and patted her head. "That won't be necessary when  they get burned by the nitro boost. But, please take care of your  brother. He doesn't like sand, remember?"

KR-O:  Shades backed off from Abbie with his hands raised defensively,  "Nuh-uh, I ain't taking that much money for a car that's gonna get  wasted. You can't make me, yo."

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  As Buckle was driving in and out of the crowd towards the starting  line, she noticed the demon she had met earlier and steered her bike  towards her.

 "Hey! Coveralls right?" Buckle shouted over the crowd of people.  "Where'd your boss run off to?"

HITAGASHI:  Ignoring him, she turned to Massie.  "Please pick a car, I have the  money to spare."

 Grabbing Armlet's hand was Tiara's response as well as a big grin.  "I  know!  I can spook him but sand's bad.  It's gross anyway!"  She  turned to her brother and squeezed a little with her hand to let him  know she was talking to him.  "We can stay on the sidewalk!  'Kay?"

TJ:  Cufflink had been walking along the board walk, wandering with no  destination planned.  "With all the commotion at the race, it's like the whole beach has  been desserted..." He thought while walking slowly.

KR-O:  "What." Massie stared in disbelief. "I don't know how to drive,  though."

 Armlet nodded, "The sidewalk sounds good. Concrete is so much more  appreciated than sand, really." He waited for her to move, he's not  taking any chances of touching something gross on this sand.

TIMERIFTS:  Overalls smiled "I was actually here finding a spot for us to sit and  watch" she didn't bother correcting her on her name "nice bike by the  way" she smiled

HITAGASHI:  "Just pick a car for him to drive.  Whichever one looks coolest to you  I guess."  The girl shrugged and grabbed Shades by the collar.  "I  have money to spare, you moron."

 Bouncing, Tiara lead him over to the sidewalk.  "People do a lot of  gross stuff on beaches.  I don't like all the water either."

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  "C'mon really? I mean do you really just want to sit and watch?"  Buckle scooted forward on her seat. "I need a partner. Hop on. I'll  deal with your boss later."

KR-O:  "Why not buy the competition and make ourselves the automatic  winners?" Massie suggested. It was an auto show.

KR-O:  Shades stared at Massie,  "...That's so stupid it's genius."  "Just like you, I guess." She replied. OH SNAP.  Conveniently HP called out to them saying the custom GT wasn't for  sale. There goes that plan.

 "Fine, we'll get the car next to Undershirt. I'll be a driver I  guess." Shades said reluctantly.

 "Pretty sure at one point I stepped on something gooey. Litterers are  gross." Though, Armlet was now contemplating if he could lift a car up  or not with magic. It would be pretty cool.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls gave a nervous laugh "I would rather not lose my job, so maybe i  can ask him right now" she looked at her watch, she had like 5 minutes  to find him a spot and get back to him "give me a few minutes" she  smiled weakly spotting a place that Furcoat would approve of and went  to find him "I would love to join you though!"

TJ:  Within in a few minutes Cufflink found himself completely lost.  Looking around confused he quickly spots Tiara and Armlet. His cheeks  light up a pale pink as he asked them, "Sorry to bother, but do you  know where we are?"

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  "Can't even find a seat himself. What a pushover." She flicked her  helmet's visor down. "Meet me at the starting line." Buckle sped off  before she could hear whatever response Overalls would have given.

KR-O:  Armlet turns around in the general direction of Cufflink's voice. "Hm?  We're at an auto show, are we not? I know dad announced a race  happening in a bit. Uh, I can't exactly point out the direction but  Tiara can."

HITAGASHI:  Coming up behind Shades as she was investigating a car, Pastel looked  over at someone she knew as a human and heard what the person next to  him said.  Eyebrow raised, she smirked beneath her mask.  "_Dia duit_,  Mister Shades.  Ah'm 'fraid Ah'd 'ave t' buy 'er ou', aye?"

 Pausing in her excited thoughts of how to announce, Tiara regarded the  person that had approached.  "Meema said we're on the beach at the  Daten Auto Show and I made sure me and Armlet were on the sidewalk  because we don't like sand!"  Not very helpful, Tiara.

TJ:  "Ah I see... I must've walked all the way back...And I have no idea  how to get home." Cufflink ended his thought out loud as he scanned  the area. His cheeks flush into a dark red as he gets more and more  flustered from getting lost.  "Damn it....!" He mumbles as he grits his teeth,

TIMERIFTS:  Overalls walked up to her boss "I found you a spot" she hesitated  "also someone asked me to join them in the race" she added quickly  hoping he was alright with her doing that, then realized why did she  care what he thought about what she did in her free time, but kept her  mouth shut because she liked having an income. Right that is why she  cared

KR-O:  Well there was a voice he hadn't heard in a long time. He turned,  somewhat excited to meet up with Pastel after so long. But he was  caught off guard by her current form. "Whoa...Sorry, but. You kicked  the bucket?" Changing the subject real quick in terms of the car,  "Well it's not like we can buy it off HP since he told us no.

 Armlet tilted his head, "Man, you feel tense. Is everything okay?" He  scratched the back of his head, not sure what to make of this Demon.  "All I know is that the entrance to Hell is in the offices, so maybe  try to go back to the Mayor's building?" He said that, but he doesn't  exactly know where that is either.

TJ:  "Ah... That

TJ:  is a good idea! Thank you!" Cufflink's mood seems to imrpove for 3  seconds until he starts to chide himself for not thinking that. "Have  a nice night." Bowing again he quickly sprints off to who knows where.

HITAGASHI:  "Aye, kicked th' bucket, got on th' news, e'en 'ad a funeral.  Fasc'natin', that."  Scratching at the horns protruding from her head,  she grimaced.  "Wishin' I coul' figured ou' tha' disguise shite.  An'  th' fact's tha' Ah've go' bets on this race, aye?  Gotta win i' good.  So Ah'd nae le' 'er buy 'em all."  Abbie glared at the blue lady, eye  twitching hardcore.

 Tiara waved at Cufflink as he left, yelling out directions for him to  follow to get to Hell Corps faster.  She turned to look up at her  brother.  "Why do people ask me stuff?  I thought everyone knew to  talk to Meema or Papa."

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat was in the process of a yawn when Overalls walked back up to  him. Well, she was back before the ten minutes were up. That was a  good sign. "Good." He replied, about to tell her to lead the way  before she mentioned that someone wanted her to join them in the race.  "The race? Well. If you get dirty, you aren't allowed to touch me or  my clothes until you clean yourself." He spoke sternly. It was wise  for her to not mention Buckle as being the one who asked. He would  have likely not allowed her to go out of spite. "Now, show me to my  spot before you go."

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls nodded, leading him to the spot she found, hoping so badly he  liked it, since she actually did look and stumble upon it before being  interrupted  "Will do sir" she smiled at him, happy to get more of a  longer leash so to say, she looked at him, watching to see his  reaction to the spot

KR-O:  "Wow, it made the news? Now I feel like an asshole for not seeing  that. I'm sure you'll figure things out with your new powers. Maybe  ask HP? He's an expert on that. Just how do you think we have perfect  cosplays?" He was pretty much ignoring anything that had to do with  the race, he was just wanted friendly banter.

 Armlet shrugged, "Probably because they may not know who dad and  father are." I mean, that's a safe bet.

 HP spoke into the receiver again, "Alright, if you have your cars  ready, make your way on to the track and we'll begin shortly!"

NAIVESPACEMAN:  Furcoat followed after her, stopping when she showed up to the spot  she found for him. He stepped forward and looked over the spot. It was  a decent spot, far up into the stands. Far enough that the smoke  shouldn't cover his face and body. "Wonderful." He walked over and  took a seat, laying one leg over the other. "Go on. And you're not  allowed to lose."

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls nodded, heading down to the track, looking for Buckle, not  exactly sure how Fur would take her riding on the bike with the person  that disrespected him, but to her she was just excited to get invited  by anyone to join them in this.

OSCARK9:  While Gloves was waiting for the others to show up. He turn off his  green motorcycle and plays his favourite music; "The Other Side" by  Jason Derulo, before the race starts. "Man, I love this song." He  smile with the music.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt heard the announcement and laughed. "HAHA Finally! Let's  kick some ass Wristband!" He yelled as he revved the engine. Peeling  out from where the car was parked, he drifted around a bit as he made  his way to the race track.

 Bowtie heard the message too. She however was much less flashy. She  casually drove over to the race track and took her time doing it. She  did get very annoyed by Undershirt's showboating.

OSCARK9:  When Gloves saw the others coming to the track. He cut his music short  and put his phone away in his pocket and starts his engine. "Alright,  lets do this." He said to himself happily and roaring his engine  loudly.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle was at the starting line fiddling with something on her bike  when she saw Overalls walking onto the track.

 "So Furry let you race with me after all."  She shouted from the  starting line.

HITAGASHI:  Laughing, Pastel shook her head.  "Aye, breakin' news.  Got pumped  full o' lead.  Ain't so fun, ye ken?  Messy an' all tha'.  An' agains'  th' rules.  Nae guns 'llowed."  She shrugged, shaking her head once  more.  "Ye'd think some'n who borrowed money from me would ge' tha'  bu' sadly tha' ain' 'ow thin's wen' a' all."  She seemed to give  thought to his suggestion and nodded.  "Bu' aye, might 'ave t' do  tha'."

 "Meema why didn't you tell him where to go?  We don't know and you  were __right__ there!"  Tiara pouted up at him but spoke once more to  her brother.  "They're dumb then, right?"  Cammy grinned from her  position in her car, helmet firmly in place and heavy duty seat belts  ready.  She was definitely ready.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls walked up to the bike, kinda shrugging "he doesn't exactly know  I am racing with you, also he does not like being called Furry" she  shrugged, trying to defend him

KR-O:  "Yeesh, sounds rough. At least you're doing fine right now." At least  she wasn't DEAD-DEAD. But ok, I have to go and. Participate in this  race. Massie you're being my passenger." Shades got into the car and  started it. Massie shrugged and went into the passenger's seat bucking  up. Safety first and all that.  "Laaaater!" Shades called out as he left.

 HP looks up at the sky trying to think of something, "Well, Tiara. I  guess since I'm not wearing the black suit, they don't know. Don't be  too hard on them. Now, you two be good, I'm gonna gonna have a little  fun." He walked to his car before running back to the children, "And  _NO_ Earth magic shenanigans!" As soon as HP turned around, Armlet  stuck his tongue out. He was SO doing Earth magic shenanigans.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle chuckled (badumtss). "You didn't tell him? He's gonna have a  fit once he sees us in the winners circle with the angels' car. Oh,  and take this." She grabbed a helmet off of the ground and handed it  to her racing partner. "Safety first or something like that."

TIMERIFTS:  She laughed weakly "yeah, he is gonna have a fit if we lose" she put  the helmet on "thanks" feeling like a bit of a badass climbing onto  that bike, she was gonna race with a buncha other people which was  pretty cool, right?

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle put on her own helmet and hopped on the bike in front of  Overalls. "Race should be starting soon. Might want to get your weapon  out." She put a hand on her belt. "I can always use mine in case  things get too hairy."

KR-O:  HP drove up to the starting line and checked to see if the other  competitors were ready to go. Well, he didn't actually care. He was  not playing by the rules, he just wanted to show off this cool car he  made. "Alright, if you're not by the starting line in a minute  well...You'll have to catch up!"

 Shades put down his phone once HP rolled in, "About time. Hopefully I  don't turn this car on its wheels." Last thing he wants is to wreck an  expensive car that isn't his.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls looked down at herself "I would have to get off the bike to  summon my weapon" she laughed nervously "yours would probably work  better" she stated, as she climbed on the bike. She looked at the spot  she picked out for Furcoat, hoping she doesn't disappoint him.

HITAGASHI:  Tiara turned her attention to Armlet.  "Is it earth magic if I light  rocks on fire and have you throw them at people?"

KR-O:  ". . ."  "Yes." Armlet replied. "It does.That could make the race interesting,  huh?"

HITAGASHI:  "We'll call it dragon magic he can't argue because if he does I'll  light his shoes on fire."  She nodded to herself, pulling the mic up.  "Drivers get ready!  We've got less than a minute before the race  begins!  No cheating and by that I mean if you play it safe you play  it lame and you're a cheater cheater pumpkin eater!"

KR-O:  Jokki walked into the starting line, in a position he thought he  wouldn't get run over by cars... Hopefully. He had a flag in hand,  looking at a watch before he picked it up. "On your marks.."

 Meanwhile, Armlet began to compress some of the sand into stone.  "Let's start out small. Like if this was hail...But aflame."

 "Get set..." Jokki continued. " ___GO!___ "  Right before the drivers could hit the gas pedal, Jokki launched a  sand pillar into the air for his own safety.

CURIOUS PYROBIRD:  Buckle gunned her engine and sped past Jokki's pillar. "Here, take  this." She unfastened her belt and it transformed into her  trident."It's got quite a reach, so don't let any angels scratch up my  bike, alright," Buckle shouted over the wind as she passed it behind  her.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt put the hammer down and rocketed off the starting line.  going 0-60 in 2.5 seconds made it easy to pull out front for the  moment.

 Bowtie put the pedal to the metal and peeled off the starting line.  She did spin her tires a bit, causing her to not get quit the jump  Undershirt did. But none the less she did get a good start.

TIMERIFTS:  Ralls took it, nodding, readying it. She decided as they were moving  to turn around, so she kicked her legs over so she was facing  backwards, all in one smooth movement. She was ready to push away  anyone who got close to the bike. Her heart was suddenly beating  faster as she got super excited to be doing this

KR-O:  HP hit the gas pedal, causing the tires to kick up ridiculous amounts  of sand into the competition behind him. It didn't take him to long to  be up to par with Undershirt who looked like a good first target.

 As Shades sped off, Massie unstrapped herself from the car and  summoned two swords form her namesake, merging them to summon her  electric guitar. "Uh, Massie, I don't think that's safe!"  "That's the point, Massie replied, putting on some goggles to protect  her eyes. "If we're gonna get wasted, we will do it historic on the  fury road!!"  Shades has never been more mortified in his life.

 "Besides, I don't think a lot of cars can handle sonic booms." She  added before she climbed outside the car.

OSCARK9:  Gloves summoned his gloves into gauntlets and drove his motorcycle  like there's no tomorrow. Excitement was in the air and catching up to  the other racers. "Yahoo!" He scream in excitement.

HITAGASHI:  Swerving out of the starting line to distract those behind her, Cammy  tore through sand to catch up to Shades and Massie.  A manic grin was  on her face though it looked more like rage than anything and her  Ferrari tore its way up to the angel pair.  Bring it on, lady, she  could definitely see Massie.  This was gonna be fun!

OSCARK9:  He was catching up to the racers and as he saw at his first racers. He  saw 2 demon girls driving on a same bike and one of them was holding a  trident.

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SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt looked over and Saw HP closing in on him. "What the hell?"  he asked in anger. "Hey Wristband, take care of this guy will ya?"

 "You got it boss" she said as she jumped on to the roof of the car.  She transformed her wristband into he butterfly swords and jumped onto  the roof of HP's and plunged her blades into the cockpit roof. She  lost her balance a bit and had to bail back to Undershirt before  falling off.

 Meanwhile Bowtie set her sights on Gloves. She speed up and rammed  him. But she miss judged the speed and didn't do as much damage as she  would have liked.

HITAGASHI:  Wild grin firmly on her face, Cammy swung her car about, whooping and  hollering loudly as she slammed the side of her car into Shades' and  sped forward a bit to set her sights on the end.  Man, if only this  were Mario Kart, she'd get a Blue Shell for sure.

KR-O:  As the sword pierced the roof of his car, HP hit the breaks to try and  tried to get Wristband off her balance. Setting the car on autopilot,  he climbed out of the window to get the sword. It should come in  handy.

 "What the hell!?" Shades swerved a little to get away from Cammy  before getting back on track. But this may have cost him something....  Massie fell of the car and he saw that via the side mirror.  "That's what you get for not wearing a seat belt, pendeja!"

 Massie lay there in the sand for a bit before lifting her head up and  spitting out sand. "Gross...."

OSCARK9:  "Why you..." Gloves set her sights on Bowtie and rammed her. She took  some damage the way that he liked it.

KR-O:  Armlet got a decent sized rock ready. He got Tiara to light in on fire  and tried his best to see through all the fuzziness the sand offered  him. "Alright, hopefully I don't blow up dad.." He threw the rock  before launching it with a strong kick enhanced by Earth magic.

 Quite a kick too because it SMASHED through the hood of Bowtie's car,  taking out the motor.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "What the hell" Bowtie said as she regained control of her car. "Why  you...." She started before she looked up at the sky and noticed a  giant fire ball hurtling toward her. "Well fuck" she said as the ball  of fire exploded her car. After the explosion faded away, Bowtie was  sitting on the sand charred black and some of her hair on fire as she  held the steering wheel in her hand. She coughed some soot out of her  lungs before collapsing on her back.

(( OOC: The roleplay will be continued at some other time. Thank you for participating today! ))

LAST TIME ON DCM: Angels were invited by an anonymous individual to come and look at Daten's annual Auto Show by the beach. All was going well until Demons showed up. Despite Demons coming off as provocative to Angels, they decided to call it truce after both sides were asked, nicely, to not make a mess of all these cars. But Demons always have their ways, they own the damn beach! Deciding that Angels can't have fun on the beach for one day, they call for a sudden race against a custom made Nissan GT-R made by your's truly. With the race underway, the first competitor is out. Will the Demons reign supreme in the auto world? Will Angels??? Or will both suffer heavy losses in good cars!?

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KR-O:  Seeing he had a good chance to get back at the pair of Angels in the  lead, HP readies the weapon left behind by Wristband. His grin widens  as he inserts the weapon into something that looks like a cannon  mounted on the passenger's seat. Putting the car on autopilot, he aims  carefully. Then he fires, popping one of the tires successfully. He  cheers to himself before going back to the wheel where he presses a  button. Some tricked out tumbaburros appear, probably spiked. Hitting  nitro boost, he catches up to Undershit before ramming the front of  the GT-R with the back passenger's seat, taking out the other back  tire.  "That's what you get for thinking you're hot stuff!"  HP then hits reverse before speeding off back into the lead.

 Armlet readies another stone with Tiara setting it aflame. He's  aiming, but that won't do him any good. It's not like he can even  "see" properly. Taking a gander he launches the flaming rock into the  air before giving it a good kick to send it off. He can't tell if it  missed or not, but judging by no exploding noises, he assumes he  missed. No big deal, he's got more stones where that came from.

KR-O:  Massie is picked up by Jokki who immediately starts to dust her off  and see if her injuries are treatable with a simple first aid. She  tells him she's fine and Jokki brings her along to find any others  that may have been stranded on the track.  Massie points out a charred part of the racetrack, as if some  meteorite came by.  "Yeesh," Jokki started, "Hey, you. Are you ok?" He asked Bowtie.

HITAGASHI:  Tiara grinned wickedly following her brother's failed launching and  proceeded to switch her namesake into a hammer, light the hammer on  fire, and then hurl it into the race.  Mostly to avenge the miss.  But  also because her Meema never said she couldn't throw her hammer.  She  watched as it sore upwards and then came down, smacking into one of  Shady's doors.  Not hard enough to destroy it, but definitely enough  to stick into it with a spike.  "Oops."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt saw HP fire one of Wristbands swords out of some kind of  canon thing and popped one of his tires. "That dirty bastard!" he  yelled as he struggled to regain control of the car. When HP popped  the other tire, he lost all control and the fact that Wristband was  trying to strangle him as she held on for dear life. Undershirt was  sent into a wild spin out before hitting a dune and flipping over. The  two of them flew through the windshield and both ended up getting a  mouthful of sand. The two of them spat out the sand. "Ow, my pride"  Undershirt said before yelling at the top of his lungs "YOU CHEATING  BASTARD!"

KR-O:  Shades was starting to feel pretty safe after Massie's blunder. He may  be dead last, but that was alright. He glanced around for a bit and  then something caught his eye. What the hell was....oh shit that was  coming in right for him. With very little timr to react he hit the  breaks, letting his car take the hammer's impact. There may or may not  have been a high pitched yell. It's a mystery.

TJ:  Cufflink suddenly appeared in HP's car out of thin air.How he got  there, he doesn't know. And honestly it doesn't matter because it  looks like he's having three mini heart attacks at once.

KR-O:  HP didn't know how this kid got in his car, but might as well make it  worth it.  Putting the vehicle on autopilot (again) he grabbed Cufflink by the  collar and brought him close. "I don't know who you are. But I have a  particular set of skills.... Anyways I have no fucking idea how you  got in here but don't go about doing any funny business."

TJ:  "Wasnt planning any!" Cufflink promptly said and made a slight choking  sound. He was at the office one minute about to open a file and now he  was in a car at an insane speed with a chance of death.

KR-O:  "That better be the case. Anyways, you don't look familiar. I'm  guessing you're a new employee. If that's the case, I hope you're  ready for your first real job. You're going to help take down the rest  of the competition from getting the lead!"  He let go of Cufflink, getting back on the wheel.  "Don't worry, though. We're not in any immediate danger." HP said  confidently. Hopefully he didn't jinx himself.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Bowtie walked over to Undershirt slightly charred and her shoulders  slumped. "Holy shit, what happened to you?" Undershirt asked with his  arms folded. "Shut it" Bowtie said. "Wow, what a bitch" Wristband  thought. "Hey is that Massie? HEY OVER HERE!" he yelled as he waved  his arms.

TJ:  He nods and gulps; he was really hoping that he could avoid all of  this.  But it looks like he has to be useful. Cufflink looked back at  the other cars and immediately felt a lump form in his throat; close  range weapon plus cars racing equals him either losing his name sake  or falling out the window.

KR-O:  Massie waved at Undershirt and started to jog her way over with Jokki  to them.

 "Wow, you all look like you've seen better days..." Jokki remarked as  he looked over to Undershirt's wreck. "Anyways, no broken anything for  medical assistance?

OSCARK9:  While Gloves was still in the race with his green kawasaki motorcycle.  He saw Shades and his car stop on the side of the road. Gloves was  wondering to himself why Shades stop his car. So he slow down for a  bit and drove his bike besides Shades car to see what's going on.  "Hey, sir. I was wondering why..." he was about to finish his own  question until Gloves saw a hammer on his car's door and switch his  own question to a different one. "Why do you have a hammer on your  door?" he asked Shades.

KR-O:  Shades stared absentmindedly into the abyss. He shrugged and sighed as  if this was something normal.  "Cause Demons' ain't shit." He pointed to the hammer stuck on the  door, "Them's Demon colors. Someone's playing dirty."  He wasn't sure if he was to keep going, he already did lose Massie  somewhere back there.  "Anyways, aren't you participating in the race?  You should try to catch up to others. I'll be fine."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "We're fine" Undershirt said as coughed out the last bit of sand.  "Just a little scraped up. Yeah, HP really screwed us over."

 "Freaking cheater is what he is" Wristband said.

 "Speak for yourself, I had a giant meteor come out of nowhere and blow  me up" Bowtie remarked.

KR-O:  Before Massie could say anything, she stared at Bowtie in disbelief.  "A...meteor?" It was strange. The news said nothing of a meteor shower  hitting the Earth.

 "Well at least you lot are fine." Jokki said, "And you should expect  Demons to cheat all the time. We're never honest with our games." He's  not wrong.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt raised an eyebrow. "You guys are admitting to your own  cheating?" he asked with a laugh. "That's a new one."

 "Yeah a meteor. At least that's what I think it was. I only got a  glimpse of it before it, you know, blew up my car" Bowtie said,  clearly pissed off by the whole thing. To be taken out by another  competitor was one thing, but to be taken out by a freak of nature was  another. At least she thought it was a freak of nature.

OSCARK9:  "Yes I am." He answers him. "Well okay, sir. Just be safe and hope to  see you on the road again." He said to him. "See ya!" He shouted at  him while he drove off and waving behind his back to him.

KR-O:  Shades waved back before looking at the car with his hands on his  hips. "Like hell am I going back on that road. I'm too old for this."  He did try to pry off the hammer but to no avail and decided to walk  off back to the auto show, hoping to catch up with anybody else that  lost the race.

 "The things Western Demons do is anything but noble, you should know  this." As if Jokki himself was an honest man.  "That's pretty rough," Massie commented to Bowtie. "I'm still not  buying that it was a natural occurrence. I'm investigating this." Then  she started off back to the auto show.

HITAGASHI:  While all this chaos happened, Bifocals had been poking around at  cars, taking pictures for her brother's boss, and vaguely observing  the situation over in the race.  Well, until she heard mention of a  meteor?  That was odd.  She looked up at the sky, blue eyes trying to  track anything being there.  Nothing.  That thought in mind, she  stepped closer to Jokki and his group in time to hear him talk about  Western Demons being, well, the way they were.  "Oh trust me, they  used to be noble.  And then technology happened and no one seemed to  grasp what truces, cease fires, and peace treaties were."

KR-O:  "Western Demons used to be nice kids," Jokki said in agreement with  Bifocals. "But then everything changed when Frock started  infrastructure in the West. Might as well give the cherry the West if  he wants to keep it as a colony.."  Massie squinted her eyes at Jokki. She was hearing history she never  heard of or Jokki's metaphors were getting...too out there.  "I can't tell if you're serious or not.." She said, only to be  responded with, "I'm being both."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "All Demons are the same to me. But you're the first I can actually  tolerate a conversation with. So congrats bud!" he said with a cocky  smile.

 "IF YOU FIND THAT A PERSON DID IT, LET ME BURN THEM ALIVE!!!" Bowtie  yelled as Massie ran away.

KR-O:  "You sound like the whitest motherfucker I've ever come into contact  with..." He grabbed Undershirt, opening his mouth, "Hello, is Donald  Trump in there?"  Massie snorted, trying not to laugh.

 Shades managed to find the group, tilting his head at what's going on.  He wasn't going to ask questions, curious to see where this was going.

HITAGASHI:  Bifocals felt her mouth open and close a few times at both the  statement from the angel in front of her.  Undershirt, she thought his  name was, had just said something stupid.  And the demon he was  speaking to had said something weirder.  "I don't think I've heard a  statement that stupid since World War II.  And there was a lot of  stupidity then."  As she said this, Abbie cracked her knuckles from  right behind where the group was.  Yeah.  Undershirt, why?

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Undershirt was taken aback by this, though quickly grew pretty pissed.  "I take back what I said about you being tolerable. When was the last  time you brushed your teeth?" he asked plugging his nose and  pretending to gag.

 Wristband and Bowtie just looked at each other and shrugged. "Does he  always get like this?" Bowtie asked.

 "Unfortunately" Wristband replied.

KR-O:  Jokki let go of Undershirt laughing, "Says you, I am very hygienic.  You are questionable at best!" He widened his grin to reveal his  pearly whites, all nice and sharp. "You Western Angels are so easy to  anger." He added in.

 "Oh come on, Jokki, you said you'd stop teasing people." Shades said,  resting an arm on the Demon's shoulder.

 Seeing as she had nothing to contribute to the conversation, she  continued her investigation of these meteorites. She checked all  possible places, but she hasn't exactly gone behind the stage where  the race was announced. "Hmm.." It was vacant at the moment, so she  should be allowed to head back there, right?

HITAGASHI:  Shaking her head, she rubbed the bridge of her nose as she felt a  headache coming on.  "Seriously?"  Turning to Jokki to give him her  full attention and to dismiss Undershirt as, well, not worth her time,  she held out her hand.  "I'm sorry these modern day angels are stupid.   This guy," she pointed at Shades, "doesn't count.  I'm pretty sure  he's an oddity."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "Well my mouth would be a lot cleaner if I did just receive a mouthful  of sand" Undershirt said said. before turning his head the other way  and folding his arms.

 "So, what happened to you Shades? I thought you were still racing?"  Wristband asked. She tried to do a mental count of who that would even  make left in the race.

 "Yeah, get hit by random Meteors too?" Bowtie asked. Mostly because  she didn't want to be the only one taken out by nature.

KR-O:  Jokki stuck out his tongue at Undershirt before teasing Shades about  being called an oddity. "Hear that, you're SPESHUUUUL." He said,  piking at Shades' cheek.

 Shades let out a weird noise, smacking Jokki's hand away. "Anyways...  I would be racing it if weren't for the fact that a flying hammer  wrecked my car's door. The car is operable, But Demons ain't playing  fair."

 Jokki looked around the auto show, "Come to think of it, none of the  demons here so far have done anything suspicious. Everybody's pretty  tame so far."

HITAGASHI:  There seemed to be a distinct pause, the pa system seeming to come to  life.  "Sorry, Mister Ironeeeeeee!  I didn't mean to throw it at your  car!  I was trying to hit the motorcycle!"  Crackling noises came from  the other end of it as well.  "Can I have my tiara back?"

KR-O:  "Dern kids," Shades said. He looked back at the distance he walked.  "I'll get the tiara later."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "I told you man, Demons are always up to something" Undershirt said  turning back around to Shades.

KR-O:  Well that totally didn't give Massie people to suspect. She let  herself into the backstage where she caught Armlet and Tiara preparing  another flaming rock. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot. She  cleared her throat to announce her presence.  "So I guess this explains the 'meteorites.' "

 Armlet froze in place at the sudden voice. Feeling caught, he was  ready to start crying and beg for forgiveness, but he wasn't going to  submit so quickly. He felt a tear or two fall from his face, but it  could have been the sand.

HITAGASHI:  Turning around quickly, Tiara hissed loudly at the intruder.  "GO  AWAY!  You're not allowed to upset my brother!  LEAVE."  With that,  she spit a fireball at Massie's feet, more a warning than anything  else.  She thought it had to be a rule to not sneak up on Armlet.  It  was rude, after all, since he couldn't see.  "We're playing, you go be  stupid somewhere else!"

KR-O:  "W-We're not going to be in trouble, are we?" Armlet said with a meek  voice.

 Massie backed up from the fireball and went back to her initial spot,  standing her ground. "Depends. But I don't think making rock fire  balls is something you two should be playing with." She tapped her  chin and shrugged. It's not like an Angel was hurt so she couldn't  instigate anything against the children. She just let them be.  She arrived back to the group, with her hands behind her head. You  know, the usual anime elbows up pose.  "Well, they weren't meteorites, just some shenanigans by kids."

 "Well at least you Demons kept it fair for once," Shades said to Jokki  and Bowtie.

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  "WHO THE FUCK WAS IT I WILL DESTROY THEM!!" Bowtie yelled as flames  emanated from her eyes. Chill Bowtie, damn. Undershirt and Wristband  just stared at her

HITAGASHI:  A hand came down on Bowtie's shoulder, grip firm as the person held  her in place.  "Miss, I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it.  Now,  I know you're likely upset but even demons have to have some standards  about not harming children."  She grinned, rather coldly, Bifocals'  eyes narrowing on the demon in her grasp.  "Right?"

KR-O:  "They're all spoiled rotten if you ask me," Jokki chimed in. "I know  who the children are and will report them to their parents if you want  that Bowtie. They'll take it from there."

SUPERSAIYAN5100:  Bowtie exhaled slowly, the fire slowly disappearing from her eyes.  "You're right, I guess my competitive nature got the best of me" she  said as she relaxed a bit more.

 Undershirt and Wristband were relieved that the situation was defused  without any damage.

OSCARK9:  While Gloves was back on the road and catching up to the other racers.  He was thinking of what Shades had told him right before he left him.  "Them's Demon colors. Someone's playing dirty." Shades said to him.  "Someone's playing dirty? Why would they do something like that?" He  question himself. "Well, whatever it is. I better finish this race as  fast as possible." He said to himself and he drove his motorcycle  faster than before.

(( OOC: Due to lack of activity and other general things (such as one of us mod people being sick), this RP will be postponed to a later date! Thank you for participating and sorry for the inconvenience. ))

(( OOC: I do apologize for joining late ,I've been a tad busy as of late ;3; ))

#DCMissionaries #angel rp

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I dunno if this is too mich but: 3, 26, 43, 46 and/or 49 +Sand sibs 2.0

holy fuc k okok dw i got this yallbetter go get yourselves a cuppa this is gonna take a while

Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do theydespise about their siblings?

well obvs all these kids love the hell outta each other! Theyhave a very close bond, almost on thesame level as the Sand Sibs Classic Flavour, there’s a lot of unspokencommunication between them and understanding that even their bestfriends/partners/dad don’t have with them, bc of their shared history

none of them really have a ‘favourite’ sib, they all likeeach other equally, but in very different ways; while Araya and Yodo are thetwo who hang out more often and do more stereotypically sibling stuff, that’smostly bc Shinki just isn’t interested in those sorts of things, he’s happy tojust sit and watch as he’s working on a puppet or something, generally though,Araya is the best at comforting, Shinki gives great advice and Yodo is always ready to give bullies a goodass-kicking

as for what annoys them.. well Yodo does love her pranks andcan be quite exhausting bc she’s so much more hyper than her bros, Araya is abit of a forgetful ditz, so he’ll often need to be reminded about a promiseseveral times and Shinki still has some trust issues – even with his sibs whohe trusts more than anyone else – he’ll often try to solve his problems withoutgetting them involved which can cause arguments between them. fights betweenthe three don’t usually last long though, as soon as someone apologises they’llforgive each other pretty much immediately

What does your character’s home look like? Personaltaste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

the sand fam home is mostly quite simply decorated, the sameway it was when it was first built, but the few rooms that are actuallyused tend to be a terrible clash of Every Style Under The Sun, with each personhaving a small area of the main rooms that’s basically all their shit clusteredtogether, from Gaa and Shinki’s minimalist practicality, to Araya’s cutesy nicknack’s, Kank’s Paint It Black and random puppet limbs everywhere and Yodo’s chaotic mess of video games, electronics and band posters (after so long nobody even notices how weird it looks anymore, visitorsare always very alarmed/amused though)

Shinki: don’t let his ninja outfit fool you, this boyis a Fashionista to the core, while he favours neutral colours he LOVES avantgarde shit, especially the look of mixed textures and bold, postmodern silhouettes,neo-punk is so much his thing it’sridiculous….. unfortunately he also has hypersensitive senses due to his autism,which makes certain textures and types of clothing physically uncomfortable forhim to actually wear, he’s a bit annoyed by that, but he’s into dressmaking andembroidery, so he just makes things for his sibs and lives vicariously throughthem

Araya: PASTEL PRINCE! loves anything cute, bright and feminine,he wears lots of ruffles and glittery makeup, loves over-sized jumpers and sweetpatterns (especially animals and plants!), sometimes he’ll ask his bro to do areally detailed piece of embroidery on a plain jacket, which he always wearswith so much pride! experiments with hair and makeup a lot, with help from hisuncle Kank, his ninja gear is totally different to his preferred style – so muchso that people often don’t recognise him when they first see him out of it –but that’s just bc he doesn’t wanna ruin his nice stuff during battle

Yodo: punk rock to her soul, she loves grungy,distressed, androgynous clothing and goes to great efforts to look like she’s not put in any effort at all. shelikes a lot of variety in colours, while most of her outfits are built aroundblack staples, she’ll throw all sorts of different colours on top (her favesare dark/rich shades of purple and blue though) and she loves bold,intimidating makeup, she mimics Gaara’s eye-rings bc she’s such a fuckingdad’s girl and rocks the heck outta dark lipstick

Does your character have any secrets? If so, are theyholding them back?

Shinki: he does have secrets about his past beforeending up at the orphanage, secrets that not even his siblings or dad knowabout, though they all have their suspicions, but he would rather not talkabout that time in his life and they all respect him enough not to go digging. ingeneral he’s a very open and blunt person – perhaps a little too much, but since he doesn’t talk oftenit’s not a huge issue

Araya: cannot keep a secret to save his life, if askeda question, he will almost immediately cave and tell the truth (unless it’s somethingsuper important, like.. national security level important), he’s not allowed inon pranks and surprise party organisation anymore, he’s honest person bynature, he just really doesn’t like feeling that he’s deceiving someone, or withholdingsomething from them

Yodo: has a metric shitton of secrets, of varyingimport, from exactly how all thosebiscuits went missing, to some of the more illegal things she had to resort towhen living on the streets, mostly kept bc she finds it difficult to trustothers, or bc she’s a forward-thinking person who doesn’t want to be dragged downby the past, so, outside of her family and closest friends, she doesn’t sharemany secrets. unlike her bros, she is a practiced and enthusiastic liar; thougha little clumsy at it as a child, she quickly learns how to hide them once shestarts living with Gaara and Kank (much to their dismay) though she mostly justuses the skill to get out of trouble

Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight?Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

Shinki: average height and weight, he wouldn’t standout much in a crowd. he holds himself quite straight and formally though, in asimilar way to Gaara actually! he doesn’t have many thoughts about his body,either positive or negative, so long as it can get what he needs done done hereally doesn’t give a fuck

Araya: TALL! TOO TALL! he was always a little on the lankyside as a kid, quite skinny and with those awkward spider limbs, but he didn’tget really tall until his late teens(the day that Kank realised Araya was taller than him now, he locked himself inhis room for a whole week), he used to be very self-conscious about himself,but as he grows into his body and stops feeling so gangly he starts to quitelike it! he tends to slouch a lot though and habitually bends over slightlywhen he’s indoors (after one knocked head too many)

Yodo: an utter fuckin short arse. she was short and skinny as a kid, she was short andskinny as a teen and she’s short and skinny as an adult (though she’s stillsuper buff and toned, just built more like a sprinter than a weight-lifter), afact which she loathes, her only comfort is that she’s still taller than herdad by like.. half an inch (a fact that she lauds over him at everyopportunity). even though she wishes she weren’t so short, she still loves thefuck outta her body and will show off her muscles constantly when around hergf, she also tends to stand and walk in a way that makes herself look biggerthan she is, all wide stances and swinging arms

What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm ofspeech? Pronunciation? Accent?

Shinki: low and surprisingly soft, he doesn’t talkmuch, but has the kind of voice that draws attention when he does! his speech tendsto be quite halting and slow though, since he likes to think very carefullybefore saying anything, doesn’t outwardly emote much, has a typical Suna accent,as do all the kids (which i generally imagine as like.. Iranian-ish, orsomething??)

Araya: he has a very sweet and gentle voice, not very high,but not low either, just a relaxed mid-level tone, it’s the kind of voice youcould easily fall asleep to bc it’s just so calm and soothing! whether it’sfast or slow depends mostly on Araya’s mood, he’s very expressive, so when he’shappy/excited he talks quicker and when he’s sad it slows down, even though hepretty much never shouts, you can tell when he’s really mad when he starts giving very short, abrupt sentences

Yodo: in the words of Shikadai, ‘Yodo sounds like whatyou’d get if you gave a hamster speed, put it in a blender and then put theblender in a washing machine’ (Yodo cackled about that analogy for three hours),her voice is high, squeaky and generally pretty grating, though how much of thatis natural and how much is put on to annoy everyone around her is debatable,she does speak in a much lower, calmer way when she’s relaxed and around herfamily though. talks super fast and loud, sometimes with a song-like rhythm andif she’s feeling something, you’re gonna know about it

#ictoan answers #shinki #araya #yodo #team shinki #naruto #boruto #sand fam is best fam #MY PRECIOUS KIDSSS #thank you for asking! #Anonymous #ask meme

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My Sun & Stars

a/n: Did a thing. A Jamilton thing. With Greek Mythology.  w/c: 1888  next

‘Don’t look so glum, Thomas.’ 

“I can’t help it. I miss you…” Thomas kept his eyes closed. To the humans, Thomas was also known was the God of the Moon, Hunt, and Chastity. He was Artemis. He was the maker of the night sky, the keeper of the moon rays and the protector to the virgins and huntsmen alike. On Earth, he had a cult like following of youthful hunters who came out during the hours of darkness to stalk game. On rare occasions they could catch glimpses of Thomas among them, it was hard to not spot the man. Even in a mortal form gods held a certain unimaginable beauty to them. Unique in their own right. Thomas was depicted by his followers as a tall, still, handsome man. With hair thick and cloud like held back by a silver, wiry wreath and strong, muscular limbs made for enduring long hunts. Physical appearances aside he was a reserved and almost gentle like soul. Gods of Olympus were known to frequent Earth, some more than others. Thomas fell somewhere in the medium or use to… The human followers of the moon wondered if they would ever catch sight of their patron God. There had been many of nights the hunts have gone without gain and more so the moon seemed farther and farther away from Earth. It was true, Thomas had been avoiding Earth. The mortals meant little to him, as of late even more so. He actually despised them these days. ‘Don’t be like that, it's not their fault…’  Thomas grunted, he laid back on the cloud he was sitting on and continued to keep his eyes closed. ‘Thomas...look at me’  his eyelids quivered a little. He didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew what he was going to see. Under his lids he could see her face perfectly. She was an image of sweet perfection. Her eyes like dewy pearls, round, wet, gleaming and for some reason, beyond his own Godly knowledge, they stared at him. Her smile, that smile was brighter than Alexander’s sun. He couldn’t disobey her even if the voice was coming from his own mind. His eyes opened slowly and found a lamentable sky staring down at him. A bright cluster of stars, his eyes connected them, traced a shape of a figure holding a shield and a sword. A huntress, a human, unparalleled in her hunting prowess. From the moment he found her in mid hunt, Thomas was hunting her. Several nights of silently stalking and watching, perhaps a few times placing stags in her path so she would feel blessed by good fortune. All to lead up to the night he mustered all his godly courage to speak with the mortal. Now she was gone. Like every mortal, her time on Earth was short. Shorten even more so by the fact mortals were so terribly delicate. Now he spent his nights staring up that cosmos for as long as he could. Drawing out the nights for as long as he could.

“Seriously?” Alex growled leaning against his golden chariot. “What is he even doing out there?” He motioned from a nearby cloud, a stable built up along Mount Olympus where he kept Helios, the sun chariot, the very embodiment of the sun itself. Alexander was not amused that Thomas pushed the night on so long. It was clear nighttime was inferior compared to his brilliant days. It was his days that people woke up for, worked during, longingly stared at his sunsets. What happened at night? Nothing, so why did Thomas feel the need to torture the humans more? Making them wait to bathe in his brilliant light. John zipped around Alex chuckling a bit, “Be patient, I’m sure Thomas is just...hunting or something.” “Are you as blind as you are swift Hermes?” Alex grabbed Laurens’s ear and yanked him down from his fluttering stance. “He’s just...sitting out there, looking up! What is he looking at? What does he think is worth prolonging my beautiful arrival? Honestly I’ve never met a God more self centered in my life!” “I can...think of one…” John winced, once he freed himself from Alex’s warm pinch he stared at Thomas. Unlike Alex he tried to assess the whole situation. “It seems to me he’s looking at the stars...perhaps he is star gazing. Many mortals do it, they enjoy the faint glows of the multitude fractals of light.”

Alexander let out a small snort in response. John wasn’t sure what was so comical so he waited for Alexander to speak, since...there wasn’t a moment he wouldn’t speak. “My sun outshines those puny dots in the sky. The moment I raise Helios; night is but a distant memory~” He fanned himself, basking in his own glory. “You are aware your sun is also a star, correct?”  “That I am…” Alexander rubbed the stubble under his chin. His eyes lit up with an idea. “If Thomas wishes to gaze at a star then I will give him a star to truly gaze upon! That way he can stop his insistent tardiness of the daylight and we can all move on with our merry eternity!” “Alexander...I do not think that is what Thomas is after…” John went to touch his shoulder but as if Alex had the winged sandals of Hermes he was as fast as lightning. He ran to the stable and mounted his golden sun chariot. He slapped the reins and the two white horses that pulled the sun with Apollo started to gallop off the cloud that sat on the horizon line. “...I should get Zeus, this cannot end well…” John paused then pulled out a small, bronze telescope. “But first, I’m going to enjoy the show.” Thomas laid back against the highest cloud, the highest peak along Olympus. His hand outstretched to the the constellation Orion. “I wish I could stay here forever…” He knew that night could only be drawn out so long. Eventually he would have to say goodbye...it was hard. For a moment he wondered what an eternity of feeling this empty longing would do for him? Thomas stared up at the cluster of beautiful stars, his fingers tracing bridges connecting her dots. He was just about finished when suddenly the stars began to fade before he was ready. In truth he was never ready to let her go, but more so unexpectedly. It reminded him of how swift she went the first time, how one moment she was there, then like what was happening right before his eyes, she was gone. “NO!” He stood up watching the stars subside, his night going with it and instead the pastel hues of morning painted over the sky.

Yes, the sun was here. The warm tones of pinks, oranges, and yellows melted over the icy, cool undertones that was night. It shooed away the moon and its subservient stars. Here came the sun, in all its bold glory. When it rose the humans of Earth rose with him. “Aha! Thomas, what do you think?” Alexander leaped from his chariot in the sky having rode the heavens to deliver the ever favored sun to the humans. “Don’t worry, I know you’ve been waiting to see a real star so I did you the favor of bringing it for you. Isn’t it marvel--” He was cut off by a very sound punch to his gut. The smaller God’s body hunched over as the fist twisted into his stomach. “You RUINED it!” Thomas took back his hand and went for a kick, knocking Apollo to his back. “You think I want to see your over-saturated waste of a flame? You ruined it! I wasn’t ready for her….” His face twisted in sadness then in a second filled with unbridled rage. “R-Ruined?!” Alexander found the strength to inhale once the wind was knocked out of him. “I brought you day! If anything I fixed this dreary sky and have given you and everyone else something to look at.” He slowly got to his feet. “You should be grateful” he found the urge to fight back. (For now) “Grateful? You cast my night away.” “It was long overdue” “...You interrupted my star gazing” “Stare at the sun it will do your complexion better.” “I wasn’t ready for the night to go!”

“Who cares about your night anyway!” Alex crossed his arms, his eyes looking away as they bickered. When a lack of response came out of Thomas he glanced back at him. His brown eyes were met with a very frigid face. Alex opened his mouth but before he could, Thomas crouched down and jumped off the cloud. He landed on the mortal ground and assumed a more human like appearance, leaving his godly glow behind. Alex’s mouth turned down into a scowl watching the god mix among the people who were now waking up to begin their days. “Fine. Act like a child, run off and cry over your silly stars!” “Alexander…” John fluttered by having witnessed the whole ordeal. It took everything in him not to say ‘I warned you’ or ‘I told you so.’ “Can you believe him? I bring him the best star in the sky early so he may take a chance to gaze at it and he claims I ‘ruined’ his night. I enhanced it” motioned with a thumb to his chest. John have him a weak smile. “Perhaps you should have spoken to him first before taking action? I swear, you and Thomas were made from the same sky but …” John gently ran his hand through Alex’s brown hair. “So different.” “We are opposites, I am great and he is not.” Alex shrugged. “It's not my fault I was created as a blessing to the heavens and Earth.” John blushed, there it was, that ego that enticed so many. “...we should tell Zeus about Thomas.” “What? No, Thomas will return so he can bring back his precious night. He’s fine.” John shot Alexander a look that was no longer red with admiration of his ego but disappointed at his lack of sympathy. “Look, he needs time to calm down, clear his mind, it is why we often live among the mortals. He’ll return and all will be well between us once again.” John kept his hardened stare. “Things have NEVER been good between you, it's why you’re separated by night and day. “Alexander you could...go down there and..” “And be among my dedicated followers! Good idea, all this negativity was beginning to dim my shine.” Alex dove head first to the cloud. “Send a message to the Muses to join me!~” And just like that Alex, too, was gone among common man. John crossed his arms and sighed, so much work to be done when he was simply a messenger to the gods. John had managed to pass along the message to the three Muses, he was ready to head down to Earth himself and enjoy a moment of flightlessness when a large hand came down on his head. “There was some unease amongst the sky at dawn, is everything alright?” The voice was low in volume but the timbre of it resembled a grumbling storm cloud posed to roar.The fatherly figure slowly turned John around. The freckled boy looked up and smiled nervously. “..well…”

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What kind of bipolar do you have? What is like being medicated? Manic? Sorry if this is intrusive but I don't know anyone to ask. You spoke about it before so I hope it's OK.

Sorry it’s taken me so long to answer, Mous.  I am open about being mentally ill, but I don’t usually go into a lot of depth about it. 

NAMI and DBSA have some general info on bipolar disorder.  They explain the differences and criteria for the types without a ton of technical jargon. 

Uncomfortable personal details and real talk about mental illness behind the cut. It also got kinda long.

I’m bipolar type one with psychosis with rapid cycling.  I also have a lot of secondary diagnoses, but let’s stick to the BP for now.  A lot of people tend to freak out over the psychosis thing, but it isn’t like you see in the movies.  In my case, it means I tend to have a hard time figuring out reality if I am having a particularly bad episode.  BP one means that I have full blown manic episodes, compared to BP two which has hypomanic episodes.  The main difference between one and two is the severity of mania.  I can still have hypomania, but I also get the full ride.  Rapid cycling means that sometimes these episodes - manic or depressive - come and go fairly fast. It can get exhausting.

Mania is sort of a pet peeve for me.  People see a hypomanic episode in some TV show where the BP person is full of energy and having a great time, and then they tell me they wish they could be manic too.  No, trust me, you really don’t.  I mean sure, hypomania can be fun if it works out to be a mild euphoric hypomania.  It doesn’t always work out like that, though. 

There are different types of manias.  There’s euphoric, and the opposite end of the spectrum is dysphoric.  Ask five different BP people about them, and you will get five different descriptions, but right now you’re stuck with just me.  With either type, you have a lot of energy and get very little sleep, your eating habits will change so odds are that isn’t helping, and you have a lot of reckless behavior.  You also get a lot of intrusive thoughts.  The best way I can describe that is imagine standing in the middle of twenty people.  All of these people are yelling at you, wanting your attention, wanting you to do what they say and listen to them and they want it all right fucking now. Except all of these voices are inside your head, and there is no way to turn them off or make them stop.  That’s mania.

Euphoric mania is on the happier end of the spectrum, but that doesn’t mean it is fun.  This is where that reckless behavior really comes into play, because everything is interesting and fun and you do not ever think of the consequences.  Hypersexuality is a common symptom, and I don’t want to admit to some of the one night stands I’ve had.  Or I’ll pick up a guy while manic and date him until the mania goes away.  When he figures out that I am not the party girl he met, he breaks up with me - that’s what happened to my last long term relationship.  Euphoria also means that I get all sorts of great ideas like painting my house, or putting in a garden, or some other big project, except I can’t stop and concentrate long enough to actually finish it.  I have all this energy, but can’t ever get anything done because I am exhausted, can’t focus, and literally cannot stop moving.  So when people laugh and tell me how they wish they could be manic so they could clean their house, I just roll my eyes.  Trust me, your house won’t get clean, and you will probably ruin any relationships you have and lose your job while you are at it. 

Dysphoric mania has the same problems, except instead of everything being fun, it just pisses you off or makes you cry.  A doctor told me that a dysphoric mania is the most dangerous to a bipolar person because you can get suicidal and depressed, and you have the intrusive thoughts yelling that you don’t deserve to live, but because you are manic you have the energy and recklessness to act on those thoughts.  It’s not uncommon for a BP person to attempt suicide during a dysphoric mania.  It’s also common for them to do things that, while not an overt suicide attempt, may still result in death.  When I am having a dysphoric mania, I flip between being angry at everything and depressed and angry at myself.  This is where that psychosis can come in, and I get really paranoid sometimes, too.  Is that person in the store staring at me?  They are on their phone, are they calling the police?  Do they think I should be locked away?  Is that person driving behind me following me to my home?  When you add in a couple of my other dx like panic disorder and PTSD, life can turn into a real shitshow. 

No matter what type of mania you get, it is draining both emotionally and physically. 

Bipolar people have a complicated relationship with medications, and I am no different.  It’s usually a cycle. 

Realize that life has become intolerable and you cannot function as a human being anymore.

Find a doctor who prescribes you medications.  This is usually complicated by having to try several different meds and combos before something starts to work.

The meds are working, and you feel like a real person again.  Huzzah!

Get tired of having to take handfuls of pills every day, and having to see that doctor, and having to get your blood drawn every couple of months because the meds have side effects like liver failure and diabetes. 

You’ve been doing just fine for a while.  Maybe you are cured?

Stop taking your meds, usually without a doctor’s supervision.

Coast for a little bit, but then you start feeling bad.  This is where a lot of people start to self medicate with alcohol or drugs. 

Have an episode.

Go back to the beginning.  Rinse and repeat. 

There’s also a little secret that a lot of BP people won’t admit to someone who does not have it.  We get used to the crazy ups and downs, and the intensity and drama.  Being medicated, being stable and ‘normal’ and just like everyone else?  It’s safe, predictable, and boring.  I know there were times when I felt like I was going to scream if I had to keep doing the same old routine for one more day.  There were other factors that fed into that, but I blamed it on the medication and quit taking them.  Bipolar might be miserable and dangerous, but it is anything but boring. 

I’ve heard people describe being medicated as feeling like they are wrapped in cotton, or feeling like a zombie.  I don’t know if I agree with that totally, but I can understand it.  When you are medicated, you don’t feel emotions as sharply as you do during an episode.  Things aren’t as important or urgent.  It can make it feel like your emotions are muffled.  Don’t get me wrong, because that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  Crying in the grocery store because they are out of your favorite yogurt isn’t exactly healthy behavior.  But having everything be dulled down can be awful if you are not used to it being like that.  You know there are bold, vibrant colors out there, but all you can see are pastels. 

I hope this was of some help, Mous.  Feel free to hit me up if you have any more questions.

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