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salems-hq · 3 years

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in-game dates included in this drop: september 11th-12th system hack: evening of september 11th, 6:47pm. town hall mob: immediately following the hack, reaching its peak at 7:26pm. warehouse: the morning of september 12th, 5:28am trigger warnings: violence, murder, dead bodies, gore, horror, and supporting themes, religious themes

setting: all across salem, affecting all powered televisions, mobile devices, PCs/laptops, and radios

it’s a normal saturday evening in salem. daily activities are winding down, transitioning into family dinners, game nights. businesses are booming as the sun begins to set, jaunting near the horizon for a final show before giving way to nighttime. main street is crawling with life. it seems as though the city has come to terms with its last jarring occurrence, and things are almost back to normal, even amidst looming threats- which have thus far failed to prove credible. birthday parties, retirement dinners, sport championships, engagement parties: there’s no lack of celebration on the street. this is what makes the interruption that much more memorable.

the sound of static alters the music coming from various speakers that adorn main street’s lampposts before pushing it to a halt. few people pay it any mind, until a voice chimes into the air, through the speakers on the street, radios, phones, laptops, and other affected devices. “good evening, salem.” the voice brings with it the simultaneous shutdown of all powered screens in the city. one by one, people cry in surprise as the single image of a skull appears in the center of their screens, the spoken words written underneath it. the disguised voice continues. “don’t be alarmed. i’m merely here to indulge you all with some secrets our dear mayor has decided to keep from us.” the skull vanishes, and the captions continue as video footage comes onto the screen. a single figure can be seen in the footage, standing near the edge of the recognizable forest river park.

FREDERICK B. FREEMAN stands center frame. unknown to the public, MIKKO THROMBEY is behind the camera, having recorded this incident himself after receiving an anonymous tip about the mysterious civilian. he stands in the shadows, having followed frederick all the way from downtown. mikko’s breath hitches, which can be heard on the video footage, as he watches the man double over, almost as if in pain. limbs can be heard cracking, shifting, as the man slowly morphs into an animalistic, hideous creature. the camera zooms in on the gruesome transition, catching it in its entirety before the creature’s head suddenly snaps up. its gaze points straight into the camera, holding there for a few moments before turning into the forest at full speed.

“this footage is from the computer files of none other than the dashing mayor JULIAN AUSTERE. how many things has our city kept from us? what other dangers do we not know about? what ELSE are they keeping from us? freddy here isn’t the only monster among us. where have all these missing persons victims come from? why are they here now? our city officials have known about these suspicious arrivals for weeks and have kept us in the dark.”

as the voice continues, various files are shared through the screens. official city hall documents, emails exchanged between officials and contracted employees, and images of the mentioned ‘returned missing persons’. “have these demons come here to infiltrate us? why are we still in the dark?”

a smiling image of MAYOR AUSTERE appears on the screens, followed by the edited effect of invisible claws slashing diagonally through the image. “wake up, salem. we deserve the truth.” the same skull appears on the screens before the message disappears, and all devices are released from the hack.

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setting: town square

one would think images such as the video leaked to the public would shut everyone in their homes out of fear, but then again...salem has never been known to follow the meek mentality of fear. instead, hysteria rises. as if driven by a hive mind, the majority of the city has taken to marching down the streets, headed for the same location: city hall.

julian austere had been in his office at the time of the hacking, wrapping up a day’s work. he had been on his way out the door when the radio in the upstairs accounting department suddenly switched channels, playing the hacker’s recording through the second floor. as expected, the mayor heads to the city hall’s tech department, where the employees are doing their best to counteract against the hack- to no avail. the hacker’s message comes to an end, and it isn’t long before the all too familiar sounds of a mob reaches the building’s steps.

the mayor exits the building to meet the growing crowd, narrowly dodging garbage and other such articles that are thrown his way. he comes to a stop at the top of the stairs, looking down at the crowd, at a loss for words. how can you call yourself our mayor?! why are you keeping secrets?! what else is there what else don’t we know are you even on our sidehowcanwetrustaliaryoudon’tdeservetob-

“people, people, please!” his voice cuts through the shouted questions that threaten to crumble his already wavering psyche. the worst possible case scenario has just shown up on his doorstep- and he finds himself struggling to deal with it. “i assure you it was never my intention to keep secrets from you,” he continues, brows furrowing over a sincere gaze. however honest he’s being, the mayor is clearly not in top condition to deal with the situation. he opens his mouth again to stammer out his explanation, when a heavy hand lands on his shoulder.

“your mayor neglected to inform you all per my instructions,” the figure booms from beside mayor austere. the crowd seems to silence at the sudden arrival, entranced by the stranger. to them, the man seems to be glowing with an unsourced light. “i am the archangel GABRIEL,” behind gabriel stands MICHAEL, who is known around town. “joined by my brother Michael. we asked your mayor to investigate a breach in hell’s gates for us, and report directly to us to avoid a panic like the one we have now. please, be still.” incredulous mumbles scatter through the crowd, but they are quickly dispersed when the two angels standing by the mayor unleash their wings. to many, it might be too difficult to stare directly at. the light they resonate is celestial. “but now that things are in the open, we can assure you that this creature you saw on your devices is on your side. they are a select few who have been allowed to return to their human forms. they protect the town in exchange, per our orders. mayor austere hasn’t lied to you. dark threats loom over this city, and i fear the worst is yet to come. please, go home for now. continue your lives as you have been. my brother and i will be available to you from here on out, but for now...get some rest.” the angels ignore the questions being thrown at them and usher the mayor back into city hall. the last thing the crowd sees before the double doors close are michael’s large, blindingly white wings, which sends a gust of wind into the crowd strong enough to push people a few feet back.

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setting: the old lumber mill warehouse, just between salem and eastrath 11:51pm.

“that makes 13.”

“i count 14.”

ANTHONY LORENZO and ORION GREYSON stand amidst 14 bodies, protected from detection and watchful eyes by azrael’s own blessing. the imp raises a bloodstained hand to his mouth. a tongue hovers near the ruby red substance when a crash comes from the other side of the warehouse, earning the interest of both men. matching grins, sharper than an assassin’s knife, stretch as eyes full of bloodlust meet each other.

“you know what’s better than 14?”

claws unsheathe from the imps hand, the sound slicing through the still night air. the sound of bones cracking follow as the siren cracks his neck. the two are in the outer hallway immediately, allowing tony a glimpse of a new victim fleeing out the back door, into the woods outside. they expertly dodge each other as they rush through the hallway and out the door. it would be clear that this is not their first massacre together, were anyone watching.

“15.”

shadowy figures move out of the warehouse and into the night, their supernatural speed causing them to look more like electrically charged figures bounding from spot to spot. it doesn’t take long for them to catch up to the fleeing civilian. they follow him into a clearing in the woods, where he stops in the middle, out of breath. “please! i have a family! i can get you money!” in unison, the boys chime. “oh, shut up.” the last thing the man sees is red: the color of his own blood staining tear-filled eyes.

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the police are at the warehouse the following morning, responding to a 911 call at 5:22am from a warehouse employee. the warehouse’s main hall is covered in blood, and a few dozen of the bodies have been posed in the center of the floor. torsos, severed heads and limbs, are littered on the floor in the shape of a pentagram. the pentagram’s shape is lined underneath the bodies in blood. found in the woods, half a mile from the scene, is old farmer abernathy, strung on a pole in a fashion similar to that of a scarecrow. his throat has been slashed and stuffed with some of the dry grass that covers the clearing’s floor. his hands are purple from the ropes tightly wound around his wrists. surrounding the figure on the pole is a much larger pentagram, this time made of fire.

the fire crew are the next people on the scene, soon followed by local news stations. the story is broadcast on the first news of the day, the 7am session. headlines read: MASSACRE AT THE MILL. a moment of silence is given on the news for the following victims:

Melody Pearson, Katrina Brock, Patti Cooper, Isaac Hernandez, Jaime Greer, Janie Briggs, Austin Hammond, Valerie Bradley, Lee Grant, Betsy Fletcher, Carroll Schneider, Clayton Abernathy, Gordon Delgado, Mindy Chandler, Sylvia Summers

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PLAYER NOTES: players may post threads surrounding/involving the events of this plot drop. if you want your muse to have known any of the listed deceased, go ahead and add it into your interactions! if you would like your muses to have plot specific interactions (i.e meeting with the mayor, any of the exposed angels, etc), or have part in any upcoming plot drops, events, etc, please approach any admin.

tldr; first of all :’) ow. second of all, ANGELS have appeared in salem, specifically the archangels MICHAEL and GABRIEL 15 bodies have been found with no suspects thus far. NEWS ANCHORS announced an 8pm CURFEW following the murders, effective immediately.

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zmediaoutlet · 4 years

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in support of wildfire relief, @theactualpiemaker donated $50, and requested Laurent/Damen, with sub!Damen. Thank you for donating!

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A month before Laurent’s official coronation, there is a brief but bloody revolt in Barbin, and Damen thinks for a brutal and world-greying hour that he’s lost him.

The Veretian contingent, with a full complement of an Akielon ambassadorial party, had sailed from Ios many weeks before. Ios was more-or-less stable; the kyroi had reassembled, under Damen’s kingship and Nikandros’ steady honesty, and the seeds had begun to be sown. A peace, made between two kings. An alliance, forged from trust and the love-story that couldn’t be kept quiet, considering how many had been witness to Laurent’s trial, and to how Damen had rather aggressively ignored sense to try to save him. To try to save them both. In meetings of their very small private council—Vannes and Laurent for Vere, Damen and Nikandros for Akielos—Nikandros had despaired. No one, he said, will trust now that it is a true alliance. Gossip, he said, and stories that grew bigger with the telling. Like Laurent somehow besting forty men alone on a mountainside, except that now it was somewhat to do with how Damianos’s cock must be mighty enough to win over a frigid northern princeling.

Vannes had laughed, at that. Laurent had looked as cool and remote as a mountain peak. Let them tell it, he’d said, while Damen had his face in his hands. But let’s give them a few more details, to tell.

In every situation, Laurent found an advantage. There were whispers—from Pallas, from Lazar. To Akielons: the blond prince smiled for Damianos when he would not smile for another. To Veretians: the barbarian king protected Prince Laurent with his life, even with his own kingdom on the line. The long enmity between one country and another dissolved, in their two heads bent close together, in the gentle words they exchanged. To the smallfolk, and the servants, and the soldiers low in rank—was it not something to hope for? Love, they said it was. Love that could stop a war.

Not as easy to sell a love-match to the lords of Vere, to the kyroi of Akielos. That had to be done with diplomacy, with displays of advantage. Look what we gain by having the barbarians on our side. Most of Damen’s conversations became about trade routes. Wiser heads understood there was more to be gained from diplomacy than from war. A whisper, passed from servants to Vannes to Laurent, who lay half-dressed in Damen’s great bed at Ios and whose mouth curled, recounting it: if wheat tariffs will go down as Damianos goes down, then all hail the ice-cock of the Prince of Vere.

The Council of Vere had returned home after a chilling and deliberate series of meetings, in which they were closeted with Laurent and Laurent alone. Laurent said little of them, except that he had made his points clear. Damen kissed his jaw, when he said it, and didn’t ask. When Laurent left later with the Veretian ship Damen held him, on the harbor, in front of anyone who cared to look, and Laurent gave him that small unexpected smile and touched his cheek, and when the ship left his bright head was visible for a long time, glinting gold in the sunlight.

Damen’s ship followed, after a month. Time for each of them to rule, for a little while. To be seen as competent, apart. An official invitation was extended for the King of Akielos to attend the coronation of the King of Vere, and it was all the excuse he needed to get Laurent back in his arms. It was also a very public journey, with public stops publically planned, and they were—Damen can’t believe it—too confident.

In the spirit of that first allied campaign, they were to meet on neutral ground. Barbin, with its rolling hills, its farmland, the orchards heavy with apples. A festival in the Veretian style, to greet a visiting monarch, but away from the shadow of the looming castle at Arles. Damen moved more slowly, as king. His entourage was small, but he’d brought advisors, diplomats. Guards, and he never knew relief as he did when he remembered the decision to ride ahead with half of them, to get to the meeting grounds early. That they were there when the fighting started. If they’d been later—if they’d stopped—

The melee wasn’t brief. A planned attack, in three stages. Damen understands the details later, through a fog. What’s stuck in his mind, the detail that matters, is the way he’d seen Laurent’s pennant, the starburst on blue, stagger in the distance and then fall. He’d stood in his stirrups and shaded his eyes, and when he realized—when it was happening—

He’s told that he killed—many. Many. He stands in a tent, one of the brightly pennanted gaudy Veretian things that hadn’t been destroyed in the fighting. He’s attended by a low-ranked soldier who’d been a servant, he said, before he joined the army. He lets the boy remove his armor, carefully, and lets the boy wash the blood from his hands and arms and face, and he stands with his eyes pinned to the blue-silk wall and thinks of Laurent. Riders have spread throughout Barbin and the second there’s word he will be told. He knows this and can’t think past it. He’s waiting, to receive word, that after all their trials and the cruelties of the last year, that here in this godforsaken stretch of muddy farmland, the prince—his prince—

A noise, at the tent-flap. A muffled discussion. The boy-soldier disappears, reappears. “Exalted,” he says, softly, and Damen closes his eyes.

He can’t make the words come out of his mouth. The boy seems to understand—he’s clever, Damen thinks, the thought very distant as though it is all the way back in Ios, and when they finish here he will recommend that the boy be promoted—and there’s a pause, while Damen stands with his clean empty hands, half-stripped to his leather skirt, waiting to be told that Laurent is dead.

“Not how I wanted our reunion to go,” he hears.

His heart’s cracking, in his chest. He sways and there are cool fingers on his wrists, a strong grip, keeping him upright. Blue eyes, above a half-scarf of rough grey wool, and a wink of gold, on the hand matched with his.

“Steady,” Laurent says, his voice gentler, and Damen grabs him, crushes him close. His name is on Damen’s lips but he can’t say it. It’s—it was too close. The pennant falls, behind his eyes.

“I thought,” Damen says, finally, and Laurent says, “I know,” very softly. His fingers curl against Damen’s throat and Damen presses his lips to Laurent’s hair, the foolish disguise of the scarf pulled away. Damen says, “I can’t leave you again,” and Laurent’s slower, that time, to respond, and Damen pulls away to find Laurent’s eyes somber, and he says, “No,” but of course Laurent says, “Yes, you must.”

A plot, he explains. He’d seen shifts. A lord, loyal to the Regent. Whether because he believed the lies the Regent had told or had helped to sow them, Laurent doesn’t yet know. The love-stories and the wisdom of the alliance hadn’t swayed him and he’d thought to lop the head from Vere, to blame the visiting barbarian king. The timing of the attack was a surprise but the fact of it wasn’t, and he’d hoped they would have more time. Still, it could be fixed. But: “This time,” Laurent says, and Damen’s chest aches to hear how carefully he says it, “I really must go alone. I must. You’re too important now to scramble under the trees with me. If the King goes missing, at the same time that the Prince is dead—”

It’s logical. Damen hates it. “Take a guard,” he says, and Laurent shakes his head. “Please—please, for me. I can’t—”

“You can,” Laurent says, with a ruthless sort of compassion. “And you will trust me, and I will be back. Two hours. I swear it.”

It is a genuine, physical pain to end their embrace. Laurent’s hair is mussed from where Damen had gripped it, too tight. Longer, now—to his shoulders, nearly. He tucks it behind his ears, pulls the scarf again over his head. He’s in stolen clothes, somehow—grey woollens, like a farmhand. The jacket makes him shapeless. He lifts the scarf over his face, and then pauses, and lifts on his toes to grip Damen’s hair and pull him into a kiss—a kiss, their first kiss in more than a month, and it’s hard with Laurent’s teeth behind it but Damen clutches him, breathes him, before Laurent wrenches away and turns his face to the side, breathing out, the air shaking. “Two hours,” he says, after a moment, and tucks the scarf over his face again, tucking it back so the only way to recognize him are those remote, cold-sky eyes. Damen clenches his jaw, and lifts the tent flap for him. He watches Laurent disappear between the soldiers trying to organize themselves in the churned-mud battlefield that had been a parade ground, and then closes the flap, and settles to wait.

It rains. Damen listens to the patter on the tent, watches the brazier with its dark orange coals. He has left Meniados and Lycaeus to manage the camp. Everything is paused. The only order he gave was that no one was allowed to leave—no riders for distant forts, no word sent back to Arles. He lies on the pallet made for him in the tent and is alone, to think. To hope.

When he comes it isn't through the flap. There's a rustle, against the other side of the tent, and when Damen turns his head he sees a knife slice through the thick silk, a slice carving through just enough to admit a slim body. Damen sits up, heart in his throat. Laurent slips through and in an instant pins the flap of fabric back into the earth with his knife, and crouches there on the far side of the tent, just for a second, breathing hard.

"Is it done?" Damen says.

His voice sounds strange, thick. Laurent looks at him, sharply, and there's a pause while he pulls the scarf from his head, his hair tumbling out pale and shining in the glow from the brazier. "Yes," he says, simply, but he's frowning.

Damen has one foot on the bare earth but can't seem to stand. Laurent drops the scarf to the ground, slips off his wet shapeless jacket, and comes across the tent to him, and puts his fingertips to Damen's jaw. His eyes searching, his brow furrowed. "Damen," he says, and it's soft, and Damen turns his face into Laurent's palm, hiding himself. Behind his eyes the pennant falls and it isn't enough, that Laurent's here in front of him. These two hours—three, nearly, because Laurent is a liar—they haven't—he's trying to drag up words, but he—

Laurent's other hand touches his hair. "Quiet, now," he says. Calm, but firm. That tone, when he's giving orders and is confident they'll be obeyed. Damen sits, quiet, and Laurent drags his fingers through Damen's hair, gently untangling the curls. "Let me," he says, and Damen nods, his eyes closing. He'd agree to anything, if Laurent's hands stay on his skin. If he just stays and doesn't leave, again.

Laurent unpins the chiton Damen had half put on as a ward against the Veretian chill. The cloth slips away, to lie with Laurent's jacket. He unbuckles the leather skirt and Damen lifts his hips just enough that it can be dragged away, too. He's left naked, other than his golden cuff, and Laurent urges him down to his back with soft touches, and when he's flat on the pallet Laurent sits beside him, and leans over, and kisses him on the mouth, very gently.

Nothing like their kiss, before. He opens his mouth and Laurent licks inside, his hand on Damen's jaw, but when Damen lifts a hand to touch Laurent's hair it's stopped, and pressed slowly but firmly back against the pallet. He's left to lie there, to be kissed. Laurent kisses as he always has, with simple affection, and it's making the heat rise behind Damen's eyes, his chest slowly turning into a complicated, sore tangle.

A shift of weight, a slide. Laurent straddles Damen's hips, still wearing his damp trousers. His thumbs drag over Damen's cheekbones and Damen's fingers curl against Laurent's thighs, holding. He's allowed that, at least. The warmth of Laurent, through the damp wool. The flex of the slim muscle, the confident seat of a rider, as he leans over, carefully shielding Damen from anything outside the heat he's so-slowly stoking between them, here on their shared pallet.

The rain beats hard, above. He can still hear Laurent's breath. A slow touch, over his shoulders, his chest. Massage, he realizes after a moment, his brain working at some lower speed. Laurent carefully working the muscle, gentle circles. His hands frame Damen's ribcage, his thumbs smearing slow over Damen's nipples, which were half-budded but tighten further at the touch. Not as sensitive as Laurent's, not nearly, but he breathes out heat at the tent's canopy when Laurent's mouth touches one, liquid furl, and then the other. His abdomen, then. His hip. Laurent's weight and touch shifts, easy, and when he moves away enough that Damen can no longer hold his thighs his hands curl empty on the pallet, waiting. He feels—drugged. His heart thuds slow and heavy in his ears as a drumbeat.

Laurent's mouth, on his cock. His thighs are spread, easy confident hands on his knees. He drags in air and somehow it isn't even a surprise, when always before Laurent had approached this act as a challenge. Damen had been honored by it, before. Now he melts, into the thin down pad, his mind swirling away. His cock had been half-roused, just by Laurent's presence and the fact of his touch; he rises fully, now, and Laurent's easy, meeting it. Not teasing, not the practiced skill of before. He licks into the slit at Damen's cockhead and then sinks down immediately, sucking steadily, his head bobbing. Damen's thighs flex and his hips lift, thoughtless reaction, and instead of pushing him back down Laurent allows it. Encourages it, one hand under Damen's arse and the other holding his balls, rolling them soft and warm, the touch tender. Damen's fingers curl against the mattress and his hips lift, and again, and Laurent makes the smallest sound, some chest-noise, and stays still while Damen fucks helplessly upward, fucking into the wet liquid heat of him, his mind drained away and all that's left this simple physical pleasure, this knowing that Laurent is here with him, has worked him to this place, has opened himself so that Damen's cock smears the back of his throat. Laurent doesn't choke, doesn't move, only holds Damen's hips in the lightest grip and makes himself soft, and when Damen comes he doesn't expect it. His balls clutch, his heart thudding. He grips the mattress and makes some sound, says something he hardly hears. Laurent's mouth holds him, through it, suckling softly to prolong the pleasure, and prolongs it far enough that Damen's cock hardly softens, just pulsing gently against Laurent's tongue, in his throat. A minute—longer—Damen doesn't know. Time is something outside of him. He drags in air and it feels cold, inside his overheated body. He pools empty, on the pallet.

When Laurent finally pulls his mouth away Damen's heart has slowed, quiet as a sprawling sluggish river. A kiss, to his hip, to the stretch of stomach under his navel. He feels the sensation of Laurent crawling upward, his body stretching out over Damen's, and he expects to be kissed but instead Laurent lies on him, and draws his fingers through Damen's hair, and tucks his face in close, by Damen's ear. He's talking, Damen realizes, after too long. Very quietly, but he's talking.

"You did so well," he's saying, when Damen finally hears him. "You did just as I wanted. You're perfect. I'm so glad of you."

He's speaking Akielon. His accent better, but still with that exotic lilt of Vere. Damen never wants him to smooth it away. "I," Damen says, and feels Laurent's attention sharpen, his body shifting. Damen licks his lips and yet no more words come.

Laurent lifts up, enough that they can see each other. His hair falls over one shoulder. In the low light from the fading brazier his eyes are very dark, enough that Damen can hardly see the blue. "You're here," Laurent says. Damen blinks at him. "Damianos. Here, with me. We're safe. The danger has passed."

Damen comes back to himself in stages. Laurent waits with him, patient. He lifts a hand, at last, and brushes his knuckles against Laurent's fine ivory jaw. "I saw the pennant fall," he says. His voice sounds as rough as if he hadn't spoken in days. "I thought…"

Laurent doesn't answer. His eyes are enough. He holds Damen's neck, his throat, very gently. Damen could lie here for a week, just like this. With the fact of Laurent's heart, beating in his chest. With the body-warm press of the gold they share against his skin.

The rain slackens, against the roof of the tent. The world turns. Damen licks his lips and tries to be a king, and not just a man whose world nearly ended. "What happened?" he says. There are dead to deal with. Orders to be given. He touches Laurent's chin. "Can we—"

"Later." Damen's mouth shuts. Laurent's mouth curls, just a little, at how quickly Damen obeys. He slips slightly to Damen's side. Damen immediately misses his weight. "There's—half an hour, perhaps. We have time, for this."

Damen turns his head and Laurent's looking at him with a tenderness he can hardly bear. He knew that Laurent could hold his heart. He hadn't known, until that moment when Laurent ordered him so gently to be quiet, that Laurent held his body, too. His mind. Every part of him, surrendered. It will be a joint kingdom, he thinks, but really, there will be only one ruler. It is calming, to think it. He bows his head, when Laurent touches his jaw, and lets his forehead settle against the soft rain-smell of Laurent's hair, and sighs. Laurent says they have time. They have time.

#fffr #theactualpiemaker #captive prince #damen/laurent #spent a little longer with this one since it's my first fic for this fandom #and since it was a request from such a steady kind reader :)#my writing

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nooneactuallyasked · 3 years

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Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 11

Requested: It’s a series, enough said-

Word count: 1,845

Warnings: No that I know of, but please let me know if there is anything!!

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: So, I didn’t intend to have a 3-month break but here we are-

I am so sorry but at the same time I needed to put my mental health, schoolwork and future first, so I’m also not sorry? Anyway, I’m back with a new part so my exams can actually try me- Enjoy! (Can’t remember if I’ve used this gif but who cares)

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

Part 6 here Part 6.5 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here

Part 10 here

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Y/N sat on a stool at the counter in Le Paradis du Chanteur, a broom leant against the edge. She played with a pen whilst staring down at blank pages of her notebook, her whole body felt heavy and she couldn’t will herself to do anything, the truth had hit her full force like a bright red truck with flashing neon signs that read ‘Caution! Heartbreak!’. She knew she didn’t love him; it was too soon for that but it didn’t stop the aching feeling of knowing all of her options were really only one option: let him go. No matter how selfish Y/N wanted to be she knew that it wasn’t fair to any of them, she wasn’t heartless or ignorant, she knew what accepting Caleb’s offer would do and she refused to take the easy way out.

She would much rather a future alone and without Reggie in it, knowing that he’s safe and happy than condemn him to a life he never wanted, well afterlife but the sentiment stayed the same. Plus, it wasn’t just Reggie, there was Luke and Alex too and they would have to suffer through the consequences of her choice just as much as Reggie would. It wasn’t fair. Y/N sighed and put the pen down on the paper, her chair scraping against the floor as she got up and walked over to the office, staring at the drawer that withheld her chance, her hope. With a slight sigh, she found the courage to open the it and hold the contract in her hands.

Reggie would rip it for you if he were in the same situation.

So, she did, she closed her eyes and did it.

She ripped it.

A blinding light filled the room, a warm sensation wrapped itself around her fingers, growing until it was so unbearably hot that she dropped the ripped pieces of paper, almost instantly the light faded and the heat from before waned into a fuzzy tingling in the tips of her fingers. Y/N hesitantly opened her eyes and saw the contract on the floor, singed along the rip lines. A dark purple mark was burned into the paper, the lines disintegrated and spread across the paper until there was nothing left but thin streaks of ash on the floor. She did it. She really did it, she let him go. All that was left was to wait until the end of the Friday event and then live out the rest of her life as if she’d never heard of Julie and the Phantoms.

Easier said than done but Y/N was determined. If she could take on an evil ghost magician, she could handle pretty much anything.

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“And that’s kinda what happened, I guess…”

“Y/N, you’re like one of those really cool superheroes whose origin story is like, the saddest but coolest thing of all time: A waitress who was looking for more in her life than just scrubbing tables comes to find she can communicate with ghosts, specifically three incredibly handsome, cool and charming musicians who teach her there’s more to life than work. Then, the bad guy comes in and messes everything up, though we do have to mention he has amazing food at his ghost joint, but because the waitress is so cool, she saves herself and the three ghosts. But the hero always has to have someone die or sacrifice something, like Cal, sad really. The end!”

Y/N slumped, a terrible sludge-like feeling eating her up inside. She had totally forgotten about Cal, assuming the boys hadn’t found Cal a way out, she had pretty much just sacrificed any chance at freedom he would ever get. Sighing, Y/N looked up to meet Reggie’s questioning gaze who quickly turned pale with realisation, “Oh- sorry, I guess that would still be a sore subject, and you know what, I’ll just stop talking now…” She forced out a chuckle which quickly faded into a sad smile, her gaze turning toward the floor “It’s okay, Reggie. I know you didn’t mean it like that, I just wish there was more I could do…I feel useless, like I can’t save him, I can’t even get credible information sources to even start to help him. I just, I wish I could do more.” Y/N let out a breath, looking back up at Reggie, “Sorry, that was a lot, huh?”

Reggie bit the inside of his cheek, his brows furrowing, “I just had an idea, I’m not sure if it would work but it’s the best I’ve got.” Y/N’s eyes widened, “Well anything is better than nothing, I’m all ears.”

“Right, so when we performed at the Orpheum we were marked by Caleb, we would either have to join him or disappear for probably forever. After the show we went back to Julie’s garage and she hugged Luke, they started it glowing, it was really weird but awesome too, and so we joined in and we glew, glowed? Glowed, glew? Whatever, we did it too and the marks just disappeared. What if she could do that for Cal? Sorry it’s the best I have, I’m not all that great at-” Y/N wrapped her arms around him in the tightest hug she could muster, “You’re a genius, thank you so much!” Reggie chuckled awkwardly, “It might not even work, and even if it did, I wouldn’t have done anything much to help, it’d be all Julie.” She shook her head, a slightly watery smile on her face, “Leather Boy, you’re the humblest person I know, and that’s probably not a good thing. You’ve helped me so much; you’ve done so much more than I ever could, I don’t think I would even have had the courage to rip the contract if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much, Reggie. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Thanks, Diner Gal, that means a lot.” She grinned, desperately trying to get rid of the depressing atmosphere, “Everything I say means a lot, Leather Boy, it’s what happens when you reach your peak as the edgy, ‘not like other girls’ girl in middle school; everything you say becomes wisdom.” He slowly nodded, a small, confused smile plastered on his face, “I’ll pretend I know what that mean s and go ask Julie later after I’ve convinced her to help Cal, see you, Diner Gal.”

“Right back at you, Leather Boy.”

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Y/N tied some balloons together before attaching them to a weight and strategically placing them around, okay she was just putting them down randomly but whatever, who needs strategy when you have a night full of music and, hopefully, possession free Cal’s in the near future.

“Wow, this is really starting to take shape. Love the balloons, I do hope they don’t pop whilst we’re performing though.”

She spun around to face the group behind her, “Hey, Firecracker, good to see you. And of course, I can’t forget, Leather Boy, Lover Boy, Boomer and my favourite marketing team, how are you all?”

“Great, it’s nice to see you again since Reggie’s been keeping you all to himself.”

“I have not! You and Luke are just busy pretending to write lyrics when you’re actually staring into each other’s eyes and Alex is with Willie pretending he’s gonna learn to skate when he’s actually just gushing over Willie.”

“Uh…” The mentioned parties turned as bashful as the Disney dwarf whilst Y/N and Flynn doubled over in laughter at their expressions.

“Man, Jules, what did he say back to mad you that flustered?”

“Don’t talk to me or I’ll egg your house.”

“Hey, I didn’t even go through with it, I don’t get why you’re still mad about it.” Both girls glared at each other for a second before bursting out in a second bout of laughter. Y/N turned to Reggie with an amused expression, “This is your fault, you know that, right?” A sheepish smile crosses his lips, “I realise that now, yeah.”

“Good, I was just checking.”

“Anyway, Y/N, Reggie was telling us about some ghost magician troubles you may or may not have, how can I help?” Y/N nearly cried in relief, there was a chance she was getting her self-appointed uncle back, “Uh, if you know how to get rid of Caleb’s mark that would help, from what I’ve been told that’s how he gets control or least has influence; since he can be outside of Cal’s body it’s probably less possession and more influence or control, if you get what I mean.” Julie nodded along, a thoughtful look on her face, “Yeah, I tried reading up on what happened more but most of it was just people trying to make a buck of off other people’s desperation…Actually, hey, Alex? Do you think you could get Willie this short notice?” He shrugged, “Maybe, I’ll see if I can get him, see you guys in a minute.”

Immediately after Alex poofed out Luke started grumbling, “Not even a question as to why, just so desperate to see his boyfriend…” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I bet you’re the same with your dearest Julie though, aren’t you, Lover Boy?”

“Tell that to Reggie.”

“Okay, setting up time, positions everyone!” Flynn flitted around, ushering the air into different positions before pushing Y/N and Julie to different ‘awesomeness-in-progress stations’

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After about 15 minutes of blowing up balloons, hanging up bunting and banners and moving tables away from the enlarged performance area, Alex finally returned with Willie. “Took you long enough, jeez.”

“Okay, Romeo, I’ll remember that for next time, but let’s focus on saving Cal and tonight’s performance, yeah?” Willie quickly stepped in, “Hey, I’m Willie, Alex told me about you guys. Julie and Y/N, right?” His gaze turned to Flynn who was sorting through a pile of ribbons on the floor, “Can the other lifer see me? Or is that a no-go?” Julie smiled, “Nice to officially meet you, and no, she can’t see you, but she does know you’re here since I dragged her into this mess, so if she randomly starts talking to air or addressing you please try to ignore my loveable and not at all exasperating best friend.” Flynn looked up form the pile and flashed a smile at Julie, “That’s me! I’m also the only one setting up right now? Come on, guys, there’s still an event on tonight.”

“Right, I still have to set up light, sound, make copies of the setlist and make sure all of our performer’s resting spaces are prepared. Not to mention getting the staff ready. Would it be okay if I did those while you discuss? I’ll be here for the main event; I just have a lot to do.” Julie laid a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “Relax, we got this. You sort out the diner, I’ll fill you in later.” She received a tired smile in return, “Thanks, Firecracker. It was nice meeting you, Willie. I’ll see you guys in just a bit.”

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Peter/Roman Christmas headcanons tho~~

Christmas Headcanons { Peter/Roman | accepting )

• 🎄 Roman asks Peter, “have you ever seen Krampus...?” 👀 Roman rents it on his SmartTV. Peter and Roman proceed to decorate an absurdly tall Xmas tree while Krampus plays extra loud and violent in the background. And that’s the story of how they got a “fucking metal” Christmas tree—Peter’s words. 🤘🏻

• ⛄️ Snow ball fights are ruthless. When Roman gets home from work, he has to carefully slip out of his car, looking both ways ANXIOUS as he walks up the driveway. If he doesn’t watch his back, Peter EMERGES from the tree line and pelts Roman’s broad back with tightly formed snowballs that cause Roman to double up and curse out, “ASS-HOLE!” 😤 When Peter runs out of ‘ammunition’, Roman gives chase and—with his long legs—eventually gets Peter back, tackling him in a pile of snow deep enough to mush Peter’s shaggy head in. “You deserved it,” Roman pants, straddling Peter’s back. Both Peter and Roman’s clothes are caked in freezing snow. Roman’s nose begins to dribble from the cold. He sniffles as he helps Peter up. The boys dust each other off. “I can build you a snowman tomorrow?” Peter offers, grinning in the half-moonlight as the two trudge on back towards Roman’s house. “There are... o-other ways to get me to tackle you,” Roman shivers, pulling his jacket closed tighter.

• ☕️ After the boys go inside, they rummage through Roman’s pantry for a box of hot chocolate but find none. In the laundry room, Roman and Peter strip their snow soaked clothes off and put what they can in the dryer. Roman offers Peter some of his clean laundry but Peter opts for only pants, insisting he ‘runs warm’. Roman dresses and goes out into the living room to Peter. “Are there anymore horror-Christmas films?” Peter wonders aloud as Roman joins him on the sofa. “Oh I’m sure,” Roman sounds hopeful as he grabs the remote control and looks for something for the two of them to settle in with for the evening. Halfway through the movie, Roman notices Peter has fallen asleep. And to Roman, Peter looks... cold—Peter with his arms crossed tightly across his furry chest. Roman turns to reach for a throw blanket draped over the arm of the sofa. But before Roman can collect it, Peter’s sleeping form slumps against Roman’s side. Roman doesn’t want to move—he doesn’t want to wake him. Instead, Roman carefully lifts his arm so Peter can settle more comfortable with the side of his head pillowed in Roman’s lap. Roman watches the rest of the movie with his arm draped over Peter’s back and his fingers gingerly raking through Peter’s gypsy-long hair.

• 🎁 When the big day comes—Christmas, that is, Roman flubs Peter’s gift entirely. Roman pesters Destiny everyday to tell him ‘what Peter would want’. But Destiny would always insist, “Peter’s not like that—you can’t just ‘buy’ him with things.” Roman rolls his eyes at Peter’s cousin more times than he can count and winds up with NOTHING for Peter under their Christmas tree. 🥺 Luckily, at the last minute, Roman decides his gift will be a proposition: “what if you move in? Officially?” Roman shrugs and gestures to the great big place he has all to himself, “you can have a room... or.. share mine?” Roman seems a little nervous to ask but, he’s serious. He thinks it would be nice.

• Finally, 🎆 Christmas passes and Roman takes Peter to a New Year’s Eve party at The White Tower. It’s a little stuffy and not exactly Peter’s kind of party. “We’ll be overdressed, but Destiny and Andreas are having a party?” Peter tells Roman, hinting for a change of venue. Peter and Roman go and trade their champagne flutes for beer bottles. The countdown to the new year is exciting. People pair off but Roman and Peter don’t feel the need to stray from each other’s side. Roman and Peter, along with everyone crammed inside of Destiny and Andreas’ apartment, begin to chant the final ten seconds till the new year. Roman and Peter are pushed together and grip each other’s shoulders as the room feels smaller from the commotion. The clock strikes midnight and in the middle of the confetti, whirling noisemakers, and hastily popped champagne bottles, Roman and Peter share their first lip-lock, unnoticed and uninterrupted at the celebrations peak. It was one of the best nights Roman has had to date.

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The Report Card -- Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 1

Sophomores and Spring Break

Note: Hey guys! I decided to try something a little bit different and slightly more structured than my usual recaps for FH: Sophomore Year. I’m hoping this will be a little easier for me and a more useful tool for keeping up to date since there will be a lot more eps to keep track of and they’ll be easier to miss. Lemme know what you think and if you want raw, unfiltered opinions on anything specific, feel free to send me an ask. I’m always down to go off about literally whatever.

We’re back, baby! It is Sophomore Year at Aguefort and the gang is on Spring Break. A lot is going down so lemme break it down. The Bad Kids, having defeated Kalvaxus last year, are all entitled to a share of his hoard and all the red tape is finally cleared so they all get 20k gold each (which is an insane amount of money converted to USD if you use the WOTC conversion rate of a gold coin being around $145 (circa 2006 when they answered the question)--which would be close to $330 with inflation). Jawbone and Sandra-Lynn are moving in after less than a year into a profoundly haunted house and it’s kind of a Full House situation because Adaine, Fig, Kristen, and Tracker all officially live there (plus it seems that Zayn has also anchored himself to Adaine’s tower--btw, Adaine took the tower that the haunted house obviously has) and you know all the other Bad Kids are gonna be there on the regular.

More importantly, Aguefort gives the gang their big project for the year--finding the crown of the Nightmare King which was stolen at the end of last season--which is worth 60% of their grade (Adaine does a full Hermione at this information). Each of the gang has info about the NK but the trail has mostly gone cold. Luckily, Fabian just got a hot tip about where Falinel is keeping Aelwyn and she seems like a pretty good lead to start with since she was super tied up in the bad side of all the messiness of last year. Adaine is displeased to say the least.

Going off to find the crown is super exciting story-wise for two reasons. First of all, it means the gang gets to hire, well, hirelings to help them and temporarily join the party! They ping basically every cool NPC they can think of (except for Tracker for some reason which is BONKERS because (1) she probably would have done it for free and cutting her in would still be keeping the money in the family, (2) she’s dope as hell, (3) she’s a cleric and the party can always use more healers, (4) she’s a werewolf so presumably she has skills that would help in the woods, and (5) they’re t r a c k i n g down a crown and the girl’s name is literally T R A C K E R, but I will not backseat D&D) and eventually end up with Ragh (who has been without an adventuring party all year, poor guy), Sandra-Lynn (swayed by a nat 20 rolled by Fig), Cathilda (!?) ,and, for some reason, Gilear (which Fabian is happy about, mainly for the opportunity to maybe bump him off on the way). Second of all, if you recall, Elmville is a pretty modern town but the rest of the continent is less fantasy high, more high fantasy. Horses and lanterns and all that pseudo-medieval goodness. They are gonna stick out like a sore thumb. I am very here for it.

Everyone goes home to rest up but, after some ominous dreams, only four of them wake up. Riz and Fig are left asleep and then Brennan mic drops and ends the episode which is a power move and I am extremely upset about it but also, respect. Right for the jugular immediately. I heard Murph and Emily are on tour in the UK next week which probably has something to do with this but, in the moment, I did not know that and I really felt the hammer drop in my heart. It was wild. Cannot wait to see where we go from here. Plus, who doesn’t love watching characters freak out because their friends are in danger?

Random Thoughts

I have no idea what the title of this episode is or if it’ll even have one and not a number but I gave it a placeholder one for now. I also don’t have access to the stream yet so I didn’t get to include some info I wanted to (like a record of nat 20s, and nat 1s so I can track their stats for the school year) and I probably missed some stuff because my brain can only hold so much info guys. I’m not Brennan.

I mentioned this yesterday during the stream, but there will never be anything better than the pure D&D joy of everyone, in character, talking over each other to clown on each other. They get the friend-group banter that’s a hair breadth’s away from bullying so true to life and it’s so fun to watch. On the flip side, the opening scene with everyone introducing themselves and affirmatively claiming each other as their best friends was also peak D&D. Found family= best trope.

Fig and Adaine burn spell-slots at basically the same time to try and beat each other to the best room in the (Scooby-Doo ass) house--which is exactly the kind of thing that would happen in this world. It’s such an intuitive setting. I love it so much. (BTW, Fig ends up staying in the false space under the revolving grand piano because, of course).

Fabian and Gorgug went to recruit Ragh, who assumed they were propositioning him for a three-way. In his defense, they did do it in a super proposition-y way and they were in the middle of the LGBTQ student union.

Also, Gorgug gives Ragh an inspiring speech about thinking you’re your own dad which makes him burst into tears.

Speaking of, Jawbone offhandedly says he’s poly but, like, based on some of the stuff he’s said, I feel like that’s not really a reveal. He also gets along well with Gorthalax and would be down w/ a three-way if Sandra-Lynn wanted to which, again, totally checks out.

Arthur Aguefort uses Chronomancy to rewind time and catch a snide comment Adaine made under her breath, which is exactly the kind of frivolous use of God-like power I’d expect from him.

I really love Adaine’s energy coming into this season. She’s in therapy. She’s in a good home environment. She’s comfortable enough with her friend group to do stuff like prank Fig (love that they’re gonna be living together now). And she’s good friends with Zayn now which I want to see more of based on their one interaction in this ep which was very cute. I am already on record as saying I would be down with her getting a ghost boyfriend--I mean, for the aesthetic alone--but I’d be happy with just more friendship.

Fabian is also hilarious this season because you can tell he’s gone a bit soft from having friends and leaning into that (the friendship necklace with Riz) but also he’s fully aware that it’s happening so he’s, like, ping-ponging back and forth like, “These are my friends,” and, “What am I saying? I used to be cool,” and it’s very funny. Very happy the Aelwyn storyline is happening right out of the gate, both because I think Aelwyn is a very interesting character with a lot of potential for nuance but also because Fabian reacting to her and Adaine reacting to Fabian reacting to her is always gold.

Prompted by an offhand conversation from Fig about rock and roll, Brennan--earning another feather for his Cap of God Tier DMing--goes on an impromptu five minute long improved diatribe about a bard who played such a good concert that it instantly impregnated everyone in attendance (dudes too) who gave birth to kids with sick rocker hair and denim jackets and ascended to Rock Heaven on their 18th Birthday. You truly have to watch it to believe it. At a certain point I thought he was gonna drop it but that was the moment he doubled down and kept going. Amazing.

Watching Murph, in real time, make up a girl/boy/whateverfriend in Fantasy Canada was a gift.

I don’t have access to the stream yet but best quote of the night that I can remember is Kristen choosing her room: This is triggering and I’ll take it. (Her line about her lesbian starter kit and the one about wanting a horse were also bangers).

The group talks about what they’re going to do for transportation outside of Elmsville since they don’t really use cars out there and they somehow get from “disguise Fig’s tour bus” to “commission Aguefort to create a brand new animal that can hold six people plus hirelings, one of which is Fabian who is also riding his motorbike”.

I love that Sandra-Lynn’s Mom Powers work on Tracker.

Basrar doesn’t accept the invitation to come with on the quest, but he does give Kristen a bag of infinite ice cream sandwiches, which is basically just as good, IMO.

Oh Gilear. The man is sleeping in the Seacaster garage, being bullied by skater kids, and now he’s stuck on this quest with his ex and Fabian who actively wants him dead.

Speaking of, I’m psyched to see more of Sandra-Lynn. She was kind of a sleeper badass at the end of last season.

Ragh is keeping secrets which I hope the cast doesn’t forget because it could be nothing serious (like the high school drama happening with Skrank and the 7 maidens--maybe he’s just crushing on Gorgug who did full kiss him during Promocalypse) or it could be Serious Business that will blow up if the don’t stay on top of it. We’ll see.

Oh, almost forgot. Adaine wants an emotional support frog. Every time I think I can’t love her more.

Detention

Fig for Not Respecting Personal Boundaries

Fig goes full Emily right out the gate and, after finding out that Skrank (nerdy bird dude who apparently can get it) was not only dating Ostentasia (rich, popular dwarf) but also dumped her in pursuit of Danielle Barkstock (one of Ostentasia’s party members, the scandal), disguises herself as him with Danielle to figure out what’s going on. And, wouldn't you know it, when she gives herself away, Danielle immediately is shocked and appalled, as you would be, obviously. We also learn that she’s still catfishing Dr. Asha which is, how you say, for sure a crime. Fig, please, I’m begging you. Cease.

Honor Roll

Fig, Riz, and Adaine for Researching the Nightmare King

Fig made both lists, look at that. Wasn’t my plan for this to be a three-way tie (also didn’t expect to use the word “three-way” this many times in this writeup) but I think their contributions were pretty much equally valuable. Rainsolo on the Discord wrote up this summary of the lore dump Brennan gave them.

#fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #the report card #report card

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bottseveryflavorbeans · 5 years

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Masterpost of my fics on AO3

So I wanted to have a place to show off all my fics and I have finally gotten around to puttting them all on a list here so I can share it.

I hope some of you read my stuff and enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing these, especially the memoir-esque on (Harry Potter and the Sexual Awakening) and my current WIP, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in Strange Magic becasue it’s sort of detective-noir/urban fantasy.

If you read any and like them, stop by and say hi!

1. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in Strange Magic (37K WIP update weekly, M/E)

Summary: It’s been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry Potter is an auror, who catches wind of a series of magical surges that he thinks are linked to something insidious, but with a mildly tarnished reputation, he has a hard time convincing people of the problem especially so soon after the war. Harry joins forces with unexpected allies to help him find the source of the magical surges and save the wizarding world again, even if it means going against the very Ministry for which he works.

Main Tags: auror!Harry, potionsmaster!Draco, case fic, slow burn/slow build, lots of angst and sadness (be warned), some triggers like mention of past rape/abuse, mystery, suicidal thoughts, detrustive behavior, EWE, bi!Harry, gay!Draco

2. A Series of Unfortunate Ghosts (26K, E)

Summary: It’s sixth year and Draco Malfoy’s life is about to change thanks to some meddlesome ghosts who show him the path he is on is not the only path for him. Between their ghoulish advice and some deep soul searching, Draco regains some of the hope he lost.

Main Tags: sixth year au, Christmas carol themed, established relationship, angst, mention of past abuse

3. The Beginning of Something to Savor (5K, M)

Summary: Draco is out to blow off steam when he spots Harry Potter, crying, at the bar. He goes over, like a good partner should, to check on Harry completely out of a sense of what is right and not at all having to do with Draco’s little crush.

Main Tags: auror partners, sexual tension, post Hogwarts

4. Say it Again (9K, M)

Summary: After Yule Ball (in 8th year), Draco finds himself at an after party on the Durmstrang ship locked in the headmasters bathroom. He is trying to calm himself down, manages it, but then Harry Potter throws a wrench in things.

Main Tags: 8th year, second triwizard tournament, Yule ball, first kiss, drinking games

5. An Invite to Dance (3K, T)

Summary: This is a Western AU where Draco (Drake Mal) has stolen a gun, his gun, back from Harry ( Golden Harold Potts).

Drake has been on the run, trying to stay ahead of Golden Harold Potts, but each time he thinks he’s outrun the sheriff, he finds himself face to face with his foe. Golden Harold caught up to him and interrupted his drink, so they duel.

Main Tags: western au, auror partners, POV Draco

6. Pride and Prejudice and Mr. Harry J. Potter (6K, T)

Summary: Draco Malfoy is on the outside of society life after his family was tried for aligning themselves with Voldemort. The only thing that saved him was the intervention of one Mr. Harry J. Potter, the wizarding worlds most well-regarded man. Draco, who has been smitten with Mr. Potter feels rejected and when meeting him at a ball, decides to manintain his dignity and refuse to engage with Mr. Potter. *This is a Pride and Prejudiuce inspired piece*

Main Tags: pride and prejudice au, dancing, banter, angst with a happy ending, fluff, one shot

7. Snow Falling on Us (5K, T)

Summary: This is a (belated) Christmas fic...I hope you all are still in the mood for it. It is Christmas Eve, Draco has roped Harry into helping him break into Snapes potions stores for an ingredient. Harry agrees because he owes Draco for all his help in potions. So invisibility cloak in hand, they head off to Snapes stores, but things go wrong and they end up in detention on Christmas Eve.

Main Tags: Christmas Eve, fluff, snowball fight

8. Seeker’s Games (7K, T)

Summary: Harry and Draco met on the pitch to play a seekers game. It turns into a regular thing and while it started as a way to get out frustrations and play quidditch since 8th years weren’t allowed on the house teams, it grew into something more.

Main Tags: 8th year, one shot, flirting, quidditch, seekers, midnight meetings, friends to lovers

9. Threats and Promises (11K WIP, E)

Summary: This is the Voldemort wins AU that no one asked for, and yet...Voldemort wins the war and takes Harry, Hermione, and Ron prisoner because he has decided they are more valuable alive, at least for now. They are kept at Malfoy Manor since Lucius has proven to be a resourceful and reliable minion. The task of torturing the trio for information on the whereabouts of any remaining rebels falls to Draco. This duty is one Draco willingly accepts. His other duties are much less pleasant. At least in the cellar, Draco has control and power over his captors—it is especially alluring when it comes to Harry.

**This is a WIP that is currently on pause while I finish other things

Main Tags: au Voldemort wins, prisoner Harry, torture, hate sex, violence, abuse

10. A Night on the Town (1K, M)

Summary: This is a fun, short one-shot where Draco and Harry are on their way to a party being thrown in Harry's honor. And Harry doesn't know if it's the fancy limo Draco got them, or the excitement of officially becoming Draco's boyfriend, but he can't keep his hands off of him.

Main Tags: smut, limo sex, dirty talk, established relationship

11. When Desire Comes Calling (3K, M)

Summary: This is a one-shot based off of a prompt. "I'll be right back with your drinks," Harry mumbled, avoiding Draco's gaze and thanking the gods that he pretended not to know him. He wasn’t ready to acknowledge Draco just yet anyway. Almost getting caught & biting.

Main Tags: post Hogwarts, past relationship, Harry is a bartender, exhibitionism, public sex

12. Always Some Madness in Love (9K, T)

Summary: This is a collection of conversations that Harry has with people. I wanted to try and write a story from Harry's perspective, but only focused on one person at a time and have the story unfold that way. So each chapter is a just Harry and that person talking about his situation with Draco, in one form or the other. Harry is in love and doesn't know what to do, but when Ginny figures it out, he realizes he is in deep and needs adivce on how to deal with the fact that he loves Draco Malfoy, whom he get's reaquanted with two years after The Battle of Hogwarts because they both play recreational Quidditch.

Main Tags: slow burn, angst, fluff, post Hogwarts, auror Harry, unspeakable Draco

13. An Unrelenting Hunger (Under 1K, T)

Summary: Just a small, slightly erotic drabble about our favorite neighborhood wizards, Harry "I am so suave" Potter and Draco "I am so oblvious" Malfoy.

Main Tags: seduction, flirting, one shot

14. The Bet (1.5K, T)

Summary: It's eighth year and house unity is at it's peak. After an evening of drinking firewhiskey, Harry and Draco get into a disagreement about which of them is more seductive. Draco claims that Harry wouldn't know what to do, even if he tried. However, Harry knows there is at least one person who cannot resist him; Draco Malfoy. The bet is on. Who will emerge the victor?

Main Tags: 8th year, bets, dirty talk, seduction, drinking

15. Girls Just Wanna (6K, M)

Summary: This takes place two months after Harry and Draco get together (See: Harry Potter and the Sexual Awakening). They are throwing an engagement party for Neville and Blaise, but Draco is still in "I want Harry all to myself" mode, so when Ginny interrupts Draco littering kisses all over his new boyfriend, he convinces Ginny to go flirt with Pansy. After all, Ginny did say Pansy had a nice arse.

Main Tags: bathroom sex, spin off from series, female slash

16. Harry Potter and the Sexual Awakening (33.7K, M)

Summary: Harry Potter gets outed by Rita Skeeter in a recent Daily Prophet article and decides to take matters into his own hands. He decides to write a tell-all that everyone wants, the story of how he came to terms with his sexuality. What no one, especially Draco Malfoy, expects is this book doubles as a love letter to someone Harry calls, L.B. In the midst of being assigned to read and review Potter's new book, Draco realizes that some of the stories Potter tells in his book seem a little too familair. Thus, bringing up old feelings about the man.

Main Tags: slow burn, angst, lots of sex, past relationships, new relationships, memoir esque, POV switches, Draco pines a lot, Draco is shy

17. Hot for Teacher (15K WIP, M)

Summary: The students at Hogwarts are playing a dangerous game with Love Potions. Harry Potter is the Auror assigned to deal with the recent thefts from Hogwarts' Potions Professor and find the person behind the Love Potions. What Harry is not ready to deal with is his resurfacing feelings for none other than Potions Professor, Draco Malfoy.

**This is a WIP that is currently on pause while I finish other things

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18. Professor Malfoy Likes it Dirty (2.2K, M)

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Main Tags: slow burn, 8th year, romance, talent show, anonymous love

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Main Tags: fluff, Valentine’s Day, one shot

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Main Tags: drinking games, 8th year, seven mins in heaven, slow burn

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pokeshippingflashfic · 5 years

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One word prompt: Tabloids

“It looks like they’re on to you, Mr. Pokemon Master.”

Ash Ketchum nearly choked on his too-hot coffee, whirling around to face the redheaded young woman who’d just relayed such a cryptic truth to him in confusion.

“Wha… what’re ya talking about, Mist?”

Lacking any delicacy whatsoever, Misty Waterflower of Cerulean City unceremoniously tossed the paper she’d found outside before him on the table, where it lay flat with the headline: Kanto Champion Heartthrob Enters Tryst?! Details inside… staring boldly back at him.

“What the…? he muttered with a scrutinizing glare, haphazardly replacing his coffee mug and picking up the newspaper instead. That was, until he noticed the logo… “Kanto Canvasser? Misty, this is garbage! A tabloid! They’ve been calling the league for months trying to write some fake or over-embellished story on me and I kept saying no so they probably got fed up and wanted revenge. Lance told me it would happen eventually but since the last half a year’s been so quiet, I thought…” he ended in a ramble, looking like quite the guilty party.

“They say they have pics though,” his brunch partner pointed out, tapping the paper from her side of the small round table, then paused almost too patiently while Ash straightened up in his seat in a moderate panic, flipping through the pages until he stumbled upon the details and the photographic evidence against him.

It wasn’t a very good shot of him but even he could definitely tell it was him thanks to the telltale Pikachu perched on his shoulder and the official league cap on his head. What’s more, even though the whole thing was taken from a rear point of view, he could make out the urban strip of Pallet Town in the background and… what looked like his mom’s restaurant in the direction he seemed to be walking.

“Holy… When was this even taken?!” he yelped, eyes squinting before going wide in horror. “And wait…”

It was time to take in the other party of the so-called tryst he’d been rumored to have engaged in. Straight, somewhat thin dark hair that fell halfway down the young woman’s upper arms; a long, clingy darker dress; her skin contrasted drastically both with her attire as well as his own complexion in the photo, which was easier to tell since they were holding hands as they walked.

Again, considering it was from behind and clearly taken stealthily at night, it wasn’t a very good photo of him… but it was definitely him, which meant he’d been caught going to dinner and holding hands with a woman.

“Misty,” he told her firmly as he breathed deeply in through his nose, “I know… what it looks like but I’m telling you it’s not what it looks like.”

“Well, Mr. Pokemon Master, you can’t be telling me that’s not you, right? I mean, Pikachu is right there!”

“No, no, I’m not talking about me! That’s definitely me! I’m talking about her!”

“Her?” the redheaded young woman blinked bemusedly at his scandalous and suspicious tone, eyeing the picture as he turned the open paper around for her to get a decent look. Ash couldn’t help noticing the odd twinkle in her eye despite her more obvious stiff upper lip.

“This is the picture?” she asked after a few seconds of examination, and she seemed much less amused than she did at first. “Ash Ketchum, are you kidding me?” she gaped up at him with a slightly furrowed brow.

“I - I’m not but, like I said, I swear it’s not what it looks like! Maybe they edited her in or something? I dunno! I mean, you gotta know me well enough to know I wouldn’t step out on you, right?”

“I would have said this morning that I knew a lot of things! I thought I knew you well enough to know you didn’t even have the audacity in you to cheat, first of all! I thought I knew we felt the same, were on the same page, and that that,” and she paused just long enough to point it out on the page laid before her, “was our special spot! Your mom’s restaurant, ya know? I thought I knew what we were doing, and that we still had some time before we were exposed…”

“Uh…” the champion trainer responded, both somewhat guilty and much more baffled. What was she on about now? But it was best to let her get it out of her system first. If he tried to interrupt her now, chances were she’d just talk over him in order to be heard.

“… And, lastly, I thought for sure that you knew me well enough to recognize me from the back after all this time, you - you dummy!” she finished in a timely manner, up on her feet with hands on her hips as she stared him down with pursed lips and blotched red cheeks.

“I… wait, what?” he replied, gaze jumping repeatedly from her to the photo in the tabloid. “How is that you? Her hair is too dark; almost black!”

“Ash, c’mon, the photo is in black and white! It’s timestamped underneath as being from two nights ago when we went to your mom’s restaurant for dinner together! You’re literally holding my hand there! Don’t you remember doing that earlier this week?”

“Well, truthfully, I’ve held you a lot lately and definitely more than just your hand…” he muttered somewhat begrudgingly, or perhaps it was the shame hitting him full force for not realizing the truth sooner.

Misty’s somewhat dark expression softened at the tender memories, having the decency to blush at his forwardness as she regained her seat.

“It’s goo - great to have been able to spend some of my vacation from the league together,” he went on, staring avidly her way from across the table, “with you. I didn’t think someone would finally catch us though, ya know? Now what do we do?”

“Well, there are really only two options. We can step up our game - ‘cause you know they’re gonna step up theirs now they’ve gotten a peak - and keep acting discreetly. Or you - er, we - can just… come out. Tell ‘em everything. It might be a good time to do it. I mean, there’s no way your mom was gonna let us elope anyway and I doubt we’re good enough to keep an entire wedding secret.”

“And you’re okay with that? Aren’t you the one who said it was too much hassle to spend your whole time with your love life under the press microscope?” he asked her concernedly.

“Well, I don’t like being harassed… but I guess… I’ve been thinking on it some lately and I know I’ve been unfair to you. I’m not trying to reject your lifestyle or your choices. I’m proud of you for becoming a champion level trainer, Ash. I know it means everything to you…”

“Well,” he told her, pointedly reaching across the table and covering her hand in his own, “it does mean a lot. Mostly everything, I’d say,” he added, allowing her to interpret what he meant.

“… Anyway, I originally had a lot of reasons to keep our relationship - and our engagement - hidden… but most of them have lost their value in comparison to what we’ve been trying to build up these last two years. I’ll be joining you at Indigo Plateau soon enough and we can’t be obligated to keep everything under wraps while we’re there. So I guess what I’m saying is that I’m ready if you are.”

“Ready?” The shock was so overwhelming that Ash hadn’t actually said the word, more exhaled it from between his lips while remembering to breathe. “Mist, I’ve been ready since the day we started this relationship! This is great ‘cause my mom has been hounding me about wedding planning details! Now I can tell her to hound you instead!” he guffawed to his fiancee, leaping up and around the table to throw his arms around her enthusiastically.

“… Ooh, good,” was the far less energetic response. Nevertheless, she wrapped her arms around him too and smiled softly into his neck.

It was finally time to take on the world, she thought, as she remembered the ring sitting on her dresser back home. Together.

(Since I haven’t posted for a few days, I thought I’d crank out a couple at once to make up for it so here’s this.)

#pokeshipping #flash fic #fanfiction #aaml #ash ketchum x misty waterflower #ash x misty #requests #1wordprompt #word count: 1360 #Anon

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5-secondsofcolor · 5 years

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The New Year

Note: This is one of the first fics I’ve ever written and the first one I’ve ever published anywhere. I’m far from an amazing writing but part of my new years resolution is practicing and gaining confidence in writing. It’s a little clunky so, please, feel free to leave me feedback! K, thank you for reading.

Warnings: Some swearing? None really.

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Calum’s family decide to stay through New Years; David’s freshly retired, Joy is more than happy to spend more time with Cal, and Mali’s just along for the ride this year. They tell Calum not to fret, to enjoy his new year as he planned but he can't leave them.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, he realizes what he's got to do. Introduce Laura to his family. It's not like they weren't friends before, he's known her more than a year, and she's not a secret to anyone. The issue is that they still find themselves in an in-between. What've they got? Monogamy? Yep. Sleepovers? Yeah. Weekends away? A few here and there with a final one planned to close off the year. A New Year's cabin trip just for two. Well they had to reschedule that one.

Joy quickly throws together a dinner, inviting Ashton, Luke, and Michael and his parents, of course. She’s happy to get them together for dinner again, anytime with the boys together is special for her. Knowing they’ll be there has also brought some relief to Laura; she’s still getting to know Luke and Ash but Michael and her get along like a house on fire. Rapidly pairing together at parties and clubs they're dragged out to, there’s a comfortable understanding that they’ve got one another’s back.

Nervousness grips Laura on December 30th, a full day before it needs to. She tries on outfit after outfit trying to find something good enough to meet his family in. Suddenly there's an issue with every item in her closet, it's either too small or too large, too formal or too frumpy, long story short it's all fucking wrong. Then she finds it, a maroon wrap dress buried in the back of her closet. It’s not perfect but it'll work. Now, what in the world does she bring to this thing?

“Laura, this is Mali. Mali this is Laura, we've..umm been dating.” Calum says quickly introducing them.

From the corner of her eye, Laura sees a shit eating grin break out on Ashton's face; he's rooting for them, she knows it, but he also finds it extraordinarily amusing that Calum's found someone so similar to himself. both of them said “fuck love” until they found one another. Ashton can see the change in Calum, the way he's stopped saying it in interviews, so now he's just waiting for the day they announce its official.

“It's great to finally meet you.” Mali says ignoring Laura's extended hand and going in for a hug. “I love this dress. The color looks amazing on your skin.” She notes.

“It's great to meet you, too. Calum talks about you so much, it's great to put a face to the name.”

Dinner starts without a hitch. Laura can see why Calum told her to bring drinks; Joy has covered the table in food, cooking every dish she could. After a quick speech from Calum and Joy, everyone digs in. The boys dominate the conversation, Ashton and Luke fighting to give Joy updates of their lives in-between bites.

Luke’s also met a girl this year, he tells Joy all about her, unfortunately, she’s away for the New Year but soon they’ll go to Australia to meet his mom. Ashton goes off about his new project, something about photography or was it film? He’s got so many it’s hard for everyone to keep up from time to time.

“Laura, what do you do for a living?” Joy asks trying to bring her into the conversation.

“Ma, I'm sure she doesn't want to talk about work.”

“It's ok, Cal. I work part-time conducting demographic research at a marketing firm and I work freelance for a few local companies, setting up their online marketing and consulting. I like to write a lot on the side but it'll be a while before that's making me any money.”

“If you keep writing the way you have with Calum, you’re gonna be a songwriter soon enough,” Michael adds hardly lifting his face from his plate.

“Are you a singer?” Mali asks.

“Oh no," She shakes her head. Laura's tone-deaf at best but editing runs in her veins. "I write more poetry than anything but I give feedback to Cal’s writing sometimes.”

Joy gives her a soft smile before Luke grabs back the attention. For once, Laura's grateful for his and Ashton's larger personalities. They feed off one another as they continue telling stories of their last tour and their new album. They miss Joy almost as much as they miss their own mothers. Laura can see why, Joy’s genuine pride at all they've got going on is infectious.

Laura feels herself relax as dinner goes on. All the dialogues slowly bleed into one, allowing her to sit and observe for a moment. Her favorite pastime, watching how enthusiastically people speak about things they’re passionate about. There’s always a glimmer in Luke’s eyes when he speaks about love. Ashton’s smile never breaks from his lips and his gestures get even larger. Mali, much like Calum, smiles wide when she’s happy making her eyes small as happiness takes over her face.

“So how'd you meet?” Mali asks as she finishes a story.

The table falls silent as everyone pauses. Joy and David look inquisitively as Michael snickers. He swears his phone call set their entire relationship in motion.

“I lost my phone outside a coffee shop and this one found it,” Calum explains briefly. Laura nods in agreement but everyone turns to her, waiting for her side.

“Honestly, that's it. I found his phone, held onto it until he came to pick it up, and we kinda just started having coffee together. It had to have been almost a year ago? Right after your birthday. I didn't let him buy me a coffee the day I found it so he came back a week later, and he bought me a coffee then. Let's be honest, he just wanted an excuse to grab the best coffee in this area.” Laura teases rolling her eyes in Calum's direction. “He started joining me while I worked once or twice a week and we unintentionally started a little writing club.”

The entire time Laura speaks, Joy’s eyes are trained on Calum. He holds her hand under the table while he listens attentively, his eyes never leaving her. For years she's been worried, they haven't heard a peep out of Calum about anyone until Laura. There's hardly a peep about her but the few times she's come up there's been excitement in his voice. A little peace comes to her seeing him try in love again.

Ashton and Luke are off after dinner, heading out to some parties. Laura and Calum are up first to volunteer go do the dishes. Laura starts a quiet playlist before taking her usual spot of scrubber beside Calum. Joy runs in occasionally, finding random dishes to hand them. They work slowly on purpose. Calum sings to her and places gentle kisses on her temple as they bask in the silence, enjoying the small amount of time stolen away in the kitchen. The dishes hardly feel like a chore as they playfully lean into one another, a gentle reminder that the other is there.

There's no questioning the feeling they have; it's love but logic says it’s too soon. Neither of them can fully wrap their head around it. There's something different about their love. There's no madness, no crazy proclamations are needed, nobody will be shouting it from rooftops. Much like them, their love is silent, it's found only by those who'll take the time to observe.

“Want to break open that Christmas whiskey and have a quick drink in the backyard?” Laura dries off her hand on a kitchen towel.

“I'd love to,” Calum says grabbing two glasses and a bottle Laura's gifted him as they sneak into the backyard.

Calum hands Laura a drink and watches her in the soft light. She's got a way about her; from the day they met it's kept her coming up in his mind. The girl in the coffee shop with her work scattered about, a simple way of romanticising everyday, and her smile? It's out of this word. The only reason why he left that day was a phone call. Had Michael not called him, where would the conversation have gone? Two, three, four times she came to mind the weekend after they met and Calum knew he had to befriend her. He wasn't sure what she'd be but it wasn't a “What if?” he was going to live with. With nothing but hope, he showed up to the same coffee shop a week later, sat at the same table, and for once let fate take the reigns.

“Happy almost New Years, guy I’m dating,” Laura says taking the glass.

“Happy almost New Year, phone sitter.”

They clink their glasses together. Does she make everyone feel that way? Like they're the center of the universe. She says something but all he can focus on is the need to hold her in his arms, to run his fingertips over her beautiful brown skin. He takes her drink and places it down before pulling her into him. She'll bring up the lack of attention later but, right now, he just wants her close. She wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder, as they sway to the music pouring into the backyard. Unbeknownst to them, Mali and Joy are peaking into the backyard from a window.

“Dad, look. They're absolutely precious.”

“Window’s open, Mal.” Calum says. Laura hides her face in his chest, her face warming quickly.

“Shit. Sorry, guys!”

“Y'all want some whiskey? It's fancy stuff I got Cal for Christmas.” Laura calls into the house.

With that, David’s off the couch and joining them in the backyard. They all settle outside together. Laura dipping her feet into the heated pool and Mali joins her after a moment. They talk about living in London for a while. Laura recalls the winter she spent abroad in London and Mali adds her own humid summer horror stories. Soon Joy joins them too. She takes the cake telling them of the Australian summers of her youth. Summers hot enough that the pavement would melt the soles of her shoes. Her children call her a liar but Joy presses on. David and Karen corroborating her stories until the kids concede.

The stories continue, everyone sitting around listening to David, Joy, and Karen reminisce on years passed. Memories of the kid's childhoods are traded back and forth until they intersect and begin to overlap. Karen and Joy meeting for the first time, the boys starting the band, having their sons follow insane dreams, and the bouts of sadness that can be found in all the joys of their success. Karen and Joy give Laura the whole story or at least they give it a shot as midnight approaches.

Midnight comes and brings with it hugs and kisses, the sounds of clanking of crystal, and explosions off in the distance as they ring in new opportunities. All of them stay outside watching the fireworks go off and chatting for a little longer.

The whole world’s alight but Calum can only see Laura, the world doesn’t matter. This is the New Year but the only thing that makes him feel any different is standing beside him, staring up at the night sky. The whole year came down to a few points and it’s taken him until now to realize the fateful day he dropped his phone was a one. Fate making sure he took pause long enough to see her and, now, he knows he’ll keep an eye out.

“Ok. Ashton had told me you two were cute but she's amazing. Please tell me you're taking her seriously.” Mali says the second Calum returns from walking Laura to her car.

“Mal… please no.”

“Calum, are you serious? You're in love, she's in love, there's basically turtle doves hovering around you.”

“Mali, that's enough.”

Giving her a stern look, he takes the last of the leftovers into the kitchen. He settles onto the kitchen island, helping his mother tidy the kitchen. She sworn by the superstition for years: a tidy house at New Years means a tidy house all year.

Calum knows Mali’s right but fear is louder. Laura terrifies him. Even when they were simply friends, there was so much that began to lead back to her. Writing, happiness, home -- all began to lead back to her and he doesn't want to fight it. He wants to share them with her and it's a feeling that's only gotten stronger in the last few months. But it all boils down to a game of risk. What if he gets too comfortable and she leaves? What if this leads to nothing but new heartbreak? Will this become another reminder to not fall in love?

“Baby, what’s on your mind?” Joy asks, seeing Calums face twist as he runs through all his thoughts.

“How’d you know dad was the one?” Calum asks, settling on the kitchen island as she packs away the last of the leftovers.

“Dad is the one. I know because, in the harder moments, he always stays. It’s easy to love someone through the good but when things get hard and people pull away, when life wedges in all the reasons to leave, and he chooses to stay, that’s when I know he's the right one.”

Calum nods and stays silent for a moment.

“Laura’s something special isn’t she?”

“She is. It just all came so suddenly, I wasn’t expecting it, mum.”

“Sometimes it’s not about what you’re expecting but about what life knows you’re ready for.” Joy says packing away the last of the leftovers. “Goodnight, baby. Happy New Years.”

“Goodnight, mum. I love you.”

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The next morning Calum’s hardly slept, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He grabs Duke before going out for a cigarette. He's surprised to find Mali already in the backyard with her writing journal.

“Good morning.” She coos down at Duke.

“Good morning." He settles beside her and thinks for a moment, "I'm sorry I was short with you last night.”

“It's fine, Calum.” She tries to wave him off, figuring the issue wasn't her.

“No, it wasn't. I'm sorry. It's just… I just don't know how to speak about Laura.” He shrugs unable to find the words even hours later. “Mali, I don’t want to get ahead of myself but I feel stupid not rushing in. It's like when we started the band, my gut’s just saying it's right.”

“Then what's holding you back?”

“I can't… I don't think I could make it if this…isn't real.” Calum says slowly. Unsure of how to voice his fear.

“Cal, I know it's scary to take a leap but if the feelings that strong, listen to it. Just from what I saw yesterday, I think she's on the same page as you Remember, you'll always have Ash and I, too.”

It's the final push he needs, the most important women in his life have his back. With a sigh, he finds the resolve to see her. He doesn't have a plan but he can't hold all the emotions in any longer. Calum pulls up her contact and dials her number. Knowing full well she's not a morning person, he hopes she's already awake.

“Bueno?”

“Morning, beautiful.” Calum says, rolling his eyes as Mali holds her heart and gives him a silent ‘awwwww’.

“Hola, cariño.”

“What're you doing?”

“Umm writing.” Laura admits, her cheeks burning. She's been caught in that act. In a mad attempt to capture even the smallest part of the way he's making her feel, she's spent the morning writing about him. She's hoping to silence the ruckus in her mind, so much so that she's up early. She's unsuccessful, truthfully, it seems that the only thing that truly silences her thoughts doubles as their source.

“Mind if I come over? Just for a little.”

“Yeah, I have something for you.” Laura admits, rolling her lips between her teeth.

“Do you? Well then I can't show up empty handed, how does some Nautical Bean sound?” He can't help the smile breaking across his face.

Laura laughs lightly, “That sounds freaking amazing and that way I'll hopefully get this done before you get here.”

“Mm, I can't wait to read it. I'll see you soon. Bye.” Calum says as he hangs up.

“Mal, tell-”

“Tell mum and dad you'll be back soon. Yeah, yeah. Go on now!” She shoos.

Before he knows it, Calum's got their coffees and he's running up the steps two at a time. He knocks softly before letting himself in.

“Hi.” Hey says breathlessly.

Every bit of nervousness leaves his body as he sees her sitting on her couch. A large blanket drapes around her shoulders while she works on her laptop. These are his favorite moments to share with her. When both of them quietly working on something, happy not to go at it alone. He settles in beside her, waiting for a moment while she finishes her work.

"G'morning, bub." She says with a smile, placing her laptop down on the coffee table. “Thank you for the coffee”

“Ok now I gotta hold up my end of this deal,” Laura says opening to a page in the small journal before handing it over to him. “I know I said you aren't allowed to read my personal journals but today's an exception,” He wants to say something but the words stick together, creating a lump in his throat. They share a knowing look, her journal is everything to her. It's her best friend holding the pieces she's afraid to share. He's holding a piece of her heart. She gives him a nervous smile as he starts to read an entry from the night previous.

“These hands have held me in another lifetime.

I can't explain it. Not fully, not even in parts.

I don't understand it, yet it is.

The same way birds fly, it looks impossible, improbable, yet they take flight every day so it must be.

I see it just the same with us.

Neruda’s poems make sense, they're clear in a way I've never known.

Paths are simpler as the future comes with one piece set.

I am not afraid to get my heart broken by you.

Maybe it's foolish, stupid, reckless but something in these hollow bones of mine tells me to take flight.

Tell me, do I sound insane?”

Calum reads the paper twice over; his heart feels ready to burst. He clears his throat, finally finding words to say.

"Well, that makes things a lot easier,” Calum says quickly closing the distance between them and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. He feels a smile grow on her lips as she pulls away. He shakes his head, knowing he can't possibly top her writing, "Last year, your friendship alone meant the world to me. You were there patiently through the worst parts of it and I don't think I could've asked for anything else from you. I hope I returned the favor through your rougher moments. Through the good and the bad we fell into something more that has been an absolute gift to me. I know it won't always be this smooth. I know there'll be days where things are off, when I'm gone and we both feel alone, where we'll both struggle but that's ok. Even in the bad days, I'll still hope it's you I get to love. I don't want any of this, the bad or the good, with anyone else but you. Te quiero mucho. Did I say that right?”

“Yeah.” She whispers, eyes brimming with tears. Without a second thought, she takes back her journal, and careful tears out the page and hands it to him.

"How does the first of the month sound to you?" Calum asks folding the paper carefully before placing it into his wallet.

"For what?"

"To start celebrating anniversaries?"

"Sounds good." She says pulling him in for another kiss.

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celestial-hotty · 5 years

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Go easy on me, it’s my first one lol

Authors Note;

I am writing this novel because I am a fan of Borderlands. However its become clear to me that the creators of it have got some things wrong and clearly don't care about making it good. I am talking mostly of "the problem" with Gaige and Serenity Darkmoon Raven.Also a lot of the sex is censored with many of the intercourse's that happened edited out completely.(ie, You and Jeb having flimp-flopping, that time with You doing it with Serenity Darkmoon Raven and Serenity Darkmoon Raven watching, etc.)

This fic is my attempt to correct that.

By supporting this fic I hope to get a group of elite Borderlands writers working with this new canon and to establish this as the truth of what actually happened. Hopefully the original creators will see the demand and make this official. Perhaps even pay us because we are fixing their mistakes.

If you wish to join my new canon, feel free to write your own story but you must submit it to me for approval. You can use my email ;

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You can also send constructive reviews there, but no petty criticisms. If I get motivations muddled,its because my cat distracted me.

Also, if you don't like my story you don't have to have read it.

Anyway, and now on with my superior story of how things actually happened;

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Meanwhile, Your mind was wondered back to the past.

It was Handsome Jacks birthday party, which everyone was invited too.

The party was awesome as always, because You was hosting it.

You was pretty drunk that day. He had already punched a bunch of people. Jeb a few times.Because He is stupid.Blood was spilled. But that was normal in this sort of party.As was the pile of bodies.

If You was honest, He couldn't remember much that happened.

Only something about a mammals,a goat and a pair of scissors.

There was one thing that stuck in Him mind though. Something He would never forget.

Jeb.

Jeb was wearing a Handsome Jack mask that night (it was a fancy dress party btw - A/N).

Everyone had come as something or someone else.

JEB WAS DRESSed as SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN.

SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN WAS DRESSed as GAIGE.

GAIGE WAS DRESSed as You.

You were dressed as Handsome Jack.

And Handsome Jack was dressed as a lazergun.

You was instantly attracted to Jeb in Him costume. The way He moved. The way He talked.The way He flicked His hair.

Jeb was doing a Karaoke number.

It was "let it go". And He was awesome.

He sung like they were possessed.The audience was transfixated by Jeb.

Underwear was chucked at Jeb.

You was soooo turned on.

(and He didn't need that underwear anyway)

You got up and sang too.

When Jeb was singing let it go it was like the words spoke to Him. Jeb seemed to be addressing each word of the song just to Him. The room faded away and it was just the two of them. No one else in the world.

They gazed into eachother eyes as Jeb put His soul into the last lyric.

Then silence.

Suddenly, You was woken out of the flashback by current events!

---

In the beginning there was the ..

---

The next time they saw eachother Jeb winked at You, remembering what happened at the party.You blushed.

Some of the others giggled. Did they know? You didn't care.

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Serenity Darkmoon Raven was taking a shower this hot day.

She was naked, enjoying the water dripping over her wet, naked body.

She was washing the blood off her body from the recent monsters she had just killed.

...the water smoothly rolled over her firm breasts.

The blood driped off like whipped cream in the ocean.

...the water dripping down her Camel toe. "OwwwhhhOwwhhh" she said from the pleasure;

She had just finnished doing One�s banana peeled using a hoverboard. She was dreaming of your manly lance pulsating inside her.

Then, suddenly, you walked in..

"Sorry I have to interupt you, naked in the shower, but we must go!"

"What? im taking a shower, Im naked, cant you see that?"

"yes, I can see that you are naked, in the shower" you said.

"But we must go...Handsome Jack is back!."

"What not Handsome Jack!!!" she punched the shower head out of anger.

"Yes!"

"Oh!"

Serenity Darkmoon Raven got out of the shower and put some clothes onher hot steaming naked body.

After she was no longer naked, they left to defeat Handsome Jack.

Along the way they ran into Jeb, who joined them on their quest.

"I will join you on your quest to defeat Handsome Jack said Jeb.

"Thanks for joining us on our quest," you said;

"Yes, we need your help to defeat Handsome Jack" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven.

So, Serenity Darkmoon Raven you and now Serenity Darkmoon Raven left by trike for their epic quest to defeat

Handsome Jack!

"You know, I think Handsome Jacks naphew would be better bustier dont you think?" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven.

"Dunno, you see he is smarter than some g-strings." replied you.

"True."

"What ARE you talking about?" you said.

And they all laughed.

Because they knew you would kill them if they didnt.

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You had some time before he had to do anything, so He decided to have another flashback.

It was just after the Karaoke. They had stepped of the stage to loud applause and were now looking at eachother.

"Hi" You said, meekly.

"Hay" Jeb said, also meekly. Their confidence from moments ago had evaporated like alcohol.

"Do you want too..."

"maybe.."

"ok then."

So they walked to the cloakroom.

It wasn't long before their lips were together. You couldn't remember who made the first move.

He did remember the taste though. The taste of Jeb.

Jeb tasted like satsuma on a summer noon.

Refreshing and salty but also a bit sour.

What had they been eating? You tried to work out it. It took much tung work.

After a few minutes mouth to mouth pot holing, Jeb guessed what You was doing.

"I had feijoa for lunch."

"oh"

"you dont have to stop though"

"oh. Good!" You said, with great relief.

They finally drew away after what seemed a whole july but was only mere minutes.

The taste of Jeb's lips (and other things) still lingered in Your mouth as they finally looked upon each other with new eyes.

Relieved sighs came from both of them as both embraced, Jeb snuggling against Your neck as he snuggled upto Jeb's torso.

Jeb went further by clutching You with his fingers, pulling at the fabric of His slacks to feel what was underneath.

The telltale shape in His leggings stood out between them, especially with the weight it had against Your thigh.

Jeb moved over Your body like a serpent and lovenly nuzzled at a peaked abbs.

You liked this a lot and started making a lot of noise. Jeb joined in. "Owwww...Ahhh...MAHAhhhEEkkk...aakk"

It got pretty noisy from that point on. Both of them had a lot of fun and made a lot of noise!. You sounded like Trike ! Jeb sounded like a heard of Armadillos on drugs. They had a lot of..."fun".

"My groinal area are hurting...can we stop? 12 times is enough surely?" Jeb said, pleading.

"No...MORE MORE MORE" you said, with apparently an insatiable apatite

Jeb finally head butted You to get Him to stop.

"Sorry about that, I got a little carried away" you said.

"Thats ok I.....enjoyed it." said Jeb blushing in the way they always did.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes" said Jeb.

"I'll bring some of my toys next time for us to play with" you said.

And with that they left the cloakroom and returned to the party. The months that followed were fun but eventually they broke up and became enemies.

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So they snuck into the Handsome Jack's lair. It was dark and there were horrofic things on the walls like drawings of skulls and suffering people who were beaing tortured in lava and beaten with hot pipes.

Through the dark and dank corridors of the lair's dungeons they went with outmost silence and skill. They sneaked past all the guards who had been turned into horrible demons by Handsome Jack's new invention. And this would also happen to the whole world if they wouldn't be able to steal the from Handsome Jack's hands!

They went down the corridors and up the large majestic stairways made of bones and jewls of all shapes and sizes sprinkled with saffron.. One of the corridors led towards a great hall where in the middle of the hall stood a pedestaldripping in blood and guts and kidneys (and other organs) with a treassure chest on top and on that a red velvet pillow upon which laid a white silk finely woven cloth. And on that laid the .

You knew that you had to use all of the to get the but it would backfire if you wasn't careful enough. Serenity Darkmoon Raven inhaled firmly and wondered if you could pull it off. Quentin stood ready with his weapon in his hand and Serenity Darkmoon Ravens boobies in the other. You concentrated firmly and then carefully but powerfully unleashed your .

It worked! The protections around the vanished like wood to a woodpeaker. It was amazing how your use of was effective against Handsome Jack's godly powers.

Unfortunately for our bravegang, it wasn't enough

"Halt!" echoed a sinister voice. Everyone slowly spun around to face the entrance of the hall where the voice came from.

It was Handsome Jack! And he looked even less humane as before. He had used the power of the to transform into a ghastly corpse of a human.

"Ha! Are you surprised by my new looks?" he said. "It is amazing! The powers I have now are beyond your comprehension!"

"My comprehension is really good," retorted you and your friends looked proud.

"Hahaha of course yours is. But are you able to comprehend the future of this world? I bet you aren't that smart after all. I will rule the world now, you see and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

"But," said Handsome Jack with a lower tone, "even though you are not as smart as I am, you are surprisingly capable so I wish to make this offer: join me and we can rule this world together!"

"Never in a million billion years!" sobbed you!

"Think about it, you, you can now still save your friends! Make them stop mutate ebefore I release my powers!"

you were now . You wanted to keep Serenity Darkmoon Raven, Jeb, Gaige and Quentin alive for sex but he could not get Handsome Jack get away with it! But then you remembered: Handsome Jack no longer had the ! He was powerless!

But as if Handsome Jack could read his mind, Handsome Jack spoke: "Oh and your scheme to steal the ? I no longer need it! I have gained all the power from it that I need in order to mutate everyone in the whole world! But not that you even considered going against me, I will destroy you. Such a shame, we could be such good...friends." (A/N by which he means sex mates)

"you would never be friends with you!" said Gaige

you thought she was right, but then again, Handsome Jack did look mighty sexy.

"It is too late now anyway, said Handsome Jack, my plan is active now and I will give you the best place to enjoy it: from your prison cell!"

Handsome Jack laughed and said to his guards: "lead them to my sex dungeon where you will suffer for all eternity in agony and pleasure.

But you had not forgotten your . With the speed and might that you learned from your previous adventures, you held his breath and unleashed the .

Handsome Jack had not expected that. He thought he had trapped you and your friends and managed to demoralise them so much they would not resist.

"Argh!" Handsome Jack said. His guards did not know what to do. Their leader was too weak against this onslaught. What could they do against that sort of might? So they all fled!

"Argh, noooo!" Handsome Jack extrapolated, "I was soo close to ultimate power!"

Seeing you succesfully attack Handsome Jack, Gaige and Jeb also attacked Handsome Jack!

"Arigh, no, noooo!"

"I will unleash my final power!" Handsome Jack said and raised his arms to the sky and started chanting an evil incantation.

But you were too quick. You ran towards Handsome Jack and hit Handsome Jack in the chin. He was knocked out instantly. Everyone was happy and everyone was cheering for you who had avoided the apocalypse! And now they all went home and wait until their next adventure!

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Dangerous Animals || Chapter Two || Tom Holland/Reader AU

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: Two bodies were found at the local lake, and somehow you and your best friend have managed to find yourself in the middle of the investigation. Meanwhile, your boyfriend, Tom, has a few things he wants to talk to you about.

Warnings: Death, murder

A/N: He looked so angsty in “Edge of Winter.” But sidebar, this chapter is still setting up some things. Can’t wait to dive in some more. (And this is all coming in a day early!)

Word count: 2.7K

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The ride in the police cruiser wasn’t thrilling. You always thought that riding in a police cruiser in some way was different, but after actually riding in the backseat, you realized how bland it was.

Zendaya shot you a meaningful look next to you. It was silent in the car, except for the occasional chatter from the radio.

The female officer, whose name you learned was Detective Hazel Swain, had asserted the fact that you and Zendaya were both people of interest, but in no way suspects. More so, you were two people who could have potential information. You weren’t sure why the Leawood Police Department would think so, but Hazel stated they’d explain later at the police station.

The two detectives let you sit in a conference room in the back. You sat silently in the chair, your best friend next to you as you waited.

“I’m worried,” you confessed. “Why aren’t they telling us anything?” Zendaya bit her lip.

“I don’t know, but just keep it together. Let’s see how it goes, and we’ll make the lawyer call as soon as we notice something is off,” she stated. You nodded your head.

Within a few minutes, the door propped itself open. A woman, different from Hazel and the previous officer walked in. She looked at you both meaningfully, as she plopped in the chair across from you. You knew immediately who she was, you’d seen her plenty of times in local newspaper clippings. You glanced over at Zendaya, who also held the same look of recognition.

The expression on the woman’s face was confident and determined. You knew she was the type of woman to get shit done. If you weren’t so nervous at the moment, you probably would have looked at her with more admiration.

“Hi ladies,” she greeted. “I’m Alina Delos.”

“Hey chief,” Zendaya greeted. Alina let a small smile perk up on her lips.

“So you two know of me,” she stated.

“We’ve paid attention to your work over the past year since you’ve taken over,” Zendaya explained.

“You completely changed up everything in the department,” you added, and the bit of admiration snuck its way into your voice. Alina looked at you both with appreciation.

“Then, I’m sure you can understand why us meeting at this moment is so vital for a variety of different reasons,” Alina stated. “We’ve built a lot up this past year, and we can’t afford to be losing it now. I need you guys to work with me here and tell me everything you know.”

You and Zendaya both looked at each other and shrugged. “There’s not much we can say,” you admitted. “We barely know anything. We just saw the article from Lancaster and my boyfriend called me because he was worried when he got the news alert. Then Officer Swain showed up and now we’re both here.” Alina nodded her head.

“Have you gotten any weird messages lately?” she asked. “Anything strange in your inbox?”

“We get hundreds of emails per day,” Zendaya answered. “It’s not really easy for us to say also whether anything is weird. We get odd messages all the time. I haven’t checked for a while, and I don’t think Y/N has either. Usually Tom is the one to kind of look over that.”

“Sorry, but who is Tom?” Alina asked.

“My boyfriend,” you answered. “He’s also our producer. We all do our different things on the show, but Tom edits the show for us, helps with our microphones, and usually is the one to go through our tips.” Alina nodded her head and toyed with the manila folder in her hands.

“I suppose I should let you to know how you got roped into this. We got a 911 call at Kinakee Lake this morning from a mother who was going on a late night hike with her kids, and they’d found the two bodies on the outskirts of the lake.” You winced at the image. While death itself was gruesome, it was even worse when children found their way into the mix.

“So they were officially murdered?” you asked.

Alina nodded her and responded, “Above their bodies, someone signed it, AOM, which is the initials to your show.” And while Zendaya was about to cut in, probably to say that was a bit of a reach, Alina held up her hands and continued, “And one of the victims was Samuel Hodges, who you two specifically mentioned in your episode on the Glendale ripper.”

Zendaya’s face scrunched up, “Wait, hold up? When did we mention–”

“He’s the one everyone thinks who did it,” you spoke quietly. “Who was the other victim?”

“A Jane Doe currently,” Alina answered. There was a brief pause in the room. Alina watched both your faces temporarily and then proceeded to ask, “Where were you early this evening? At around 5:00 p.m. or so?”

“Zendaya came over so we could record our show. Harrison Osterfield was there, too,” you replied. “We were together up at my house until the officers came.”

Alina jotted your response down on a notepad in front of her. She then lifted her head up and asked, “And what about your boyfriend, Tom?”

“At his place. He has a deadline tomorrow, so he’s been working all day.”

“And Tom was the one who called you worried right?” she asked. You nodded your head. “Do you know where he is now?”

“He was on his way to my home right before your officers picked me up. I don’t know where he is now, maybe with Harrison?”

Zendaya gave you a warning look with her eyes. You bit your lip as you started to realize that Alina was taking more notes as you were speaking about Tom, then while the two of you were talking about your own alibis.

“So, if we gave you a ride home now, it’s possible we’d be able to get Tom in for a questioning easily as well?” You and Zendaya nodded your heads.

“Tom wouldn’t do anything if that’s what you think,” you blurted. Zendaya shot you the warning look again, and you knew it was time to stop speaking. Alina gave you a knowing smile and shrugged.

“It’s just procedure,” she stated nonchalantly. “I think we’re done. One of the officers will take you home. We’ll both be in touch.”

She moved over to the door, propping it open for you both. You practically scurried out, cursing at yourself for putting Tom in the position of being a possible suspect, but also acknowledging that you only said the truth. As you both moved into the hallway, you saw Harrison’s head peak up from the front of the police station. He nudged a body next to him and mumbled something, then stood up with a big smile.

But your eyes immediately moved over to the person standing next to him. The curly haired brunette, whose coffee eyes were wide with concern as they stayed steady on you. You practically leaped to the end of the hall, nearly jumping into Tom’s arms. You relaxed as you felt his firm grip come around your waist as he tugged you into his chest. His face buried itself in your neck.

“Fuck, I was so worried,” he mumbled.

“Tom,” you spoke urgently, slightly pushing back to where you were still in his arms, but you could at least look him in the eye. “I think they’re going to question you.” Tom raised an eyebrow, glancing around.

“Who is?”

“Chief Delos. I told her about how you were gone and she got suspicious and—“

He cut you off, “Calm down, darling, it’s okay.” He started rubbing your arms. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Tom, I’m worried,” Zendaya added. You both turned over to your other two friends who were with you. In the midst of your reunion, you’d briefly forgotten they were also there. “These police departments, they’re good but sometimes just telling the truth doesn’t cut it. Sometimes, they’re just desperate to pin it on someone.”

Harrison nodded his head. Quietly, he suggested, “I might start lawyering up, mate.”

Tom didn’t know how to respond for a moment. He glanced over at you, as if seeking some reassurance that they were just exaggerating, but you bit your lip again, concerned.

“Lawyers don’t make you look guilty,” you tried to comfort, but there was no use. Tom moved away from you, plopping into the chair and burying his head in his hands. You looked at Harrison and Zendaya, feeling at a loss for what to do and Harrison nudged his head in Tom’s direction, almost as if silently saying go on over. You sat in the seat next to Tom and gently rubbed his back.

“There was an email,” he finally said. “I saw it right before I called you. It said that you and Z had a surprise at the lake. I thought that maybe for a second that you and Z may have gone and then the headlines came up and…” His voice drifts off as he looks up at you. You gulp, knowing what he was about to say, but thankful when he doesn’t finish the thought.

“Why don’t you just go in and see how it starts out?” Harrison suggested. You all nodded your heads in agreement.

“You definitely should tell the police that they were trying to contact us,” Zendaya said. Tom lifted his face out of his palms.

“Yeah, I know,” he agreed. You pushed back his hair with your hand and gave him a small smile.

At that point, Hazel Swain came back over to your group. She blinked as she saw the two additional members to your party.

“I’m assuming one of you is Tom?” Hazel asked, holding out her index finger to quickly gesture in between Tom and Harrison.

Tom raised his hand and quipped, “That would be me. Uh, you need me for questioning?” Hazel nodded her head.

“Follow me to the back please.” With that, Tom followed her to the conference room that you and Zendaya were previously in.

You were anxious as you waited for him. Zendaya and Harrison both plopped on the left side of you, and started making small talk about a lot of the events in the town. For the most part, you were tuned out of the conversation; your brain was only focusing on Tom.

Finally, he sprung out of the room, a neutral look etched on his face. You gave a quick glance at Harrison and Zendaya then promptly stood up.

“What did they say?” you asked in a rush as Tom approached you all.

He glanced back and whispered to the group, “Well, I forgot I had cameras in the house, so I was able to confirm my alibi that I was working when it all went down. But I brought forward the evidence I had, so they’re currently working with that.”

“That was it?” Zendaya asked. Tom nodded his head.

“She asked some other stuff about my relationship with the podcast, but it was short. I don’t think it’ll turn into anything more. Or at least, I hope not.” His voice, though quiet, remained energetic throughout the statement. You felt yourself inflate with pure relief, knowing he was off the hook. But then, Tom gave you a meaningful look — the look that he usually gave you when you had to talk about something, and you knew that there was a lot left to unpack this evening.

You all piled into Tom’s SUV on the way back. It was mainly silent in the car, though not uncomfortably so. Everyone in the car had different worries coursing through their heads. When you all stopped at your house, you all went your separate ways. Zendaya strode off to her car, with promises to call you when she got into her apartment. Harrison lingered for a minute, but then Tom seemed to have a silent conversation with him through eye contact. He quickly waved a quick goodbye to you and told Tom he’d meet him up at the house.

It was quiet as you approached your front porch, with Tom following shortly behind you. You both stepped into your home, but you were a bit surprised when he didn’t take off his shoes at the front door as he normally did. You glanced down at his feet briefly, frowning, and then asked, “What’s going on?”

He let out a long sigh and then leaned against your wall. He fluttered his eyelashes, and his eyes looked at you almost solemnly. “I’m worried, Y/N. About all of this. You know that the last thing I ever want to do is lose you and tonight scared the shit out of me, because for a second, I honestly thought I did.” He stepped off from the wall and grabbed your hands. “Please promise me you’ll stay out of this. I know it’s interesting, but just please. I’m worried that if you do something it’ll provoke whoever killed that couple.”

You gulped and whispered, “Tom, I’m already in it.”

“I know that, but after this, if we can in any way, let’s please just avoid this situation.” You thought about it for a minute. Internally, there was that instinct to find the truth. Your whole podcast was all about ensuring victims of cold cases were never forgotten, so their families could find truth. Yet, Tom was also right. Doing so could come at the risk of your own personal safety. As much as you wanted to get involved, to out more of what was going on, anyone who tangled with someone bold enough to murder was probably going to end up dead themselves.

So finally, you nodded your head in agreement and stated, “Okay, I will.”

He then cleared his throat. “Do you feel comfortable staying here, or would you like to come to mine tonight?”

Without hesitation you said, “Yours. Without a doubt.”

Tom let out a long sigh of relief. “I was hoping you would say that.” He pushed back your hair from your face, and your lips curled up at the edges for a small smile. “Do you want to maybe grab just your things for tonight? And then tomorrow, we bring over more, yeah?”

You slowly nodded your head. “Yeah, I’ll get started.” So you moved to your room, and shoved some clothes and toiletries into a small gym bag. Before you left, you filled your water bottle and went with Tom out to his car.

He was more careful than usual throughout the drive. He was cautious and slow as he approached stop signs, and his eyes darted around a bit more than usual. Even stranger, the town was almost completely empty at this point. Usually, you would see a few people oddly walking around the streets this late, but tonight, there was no one. By this point, everyone had probably heard the news and quickly darted into their homes.

When you pulled into Tom’s garage, he stopped the car and looked at you for a minute. “Are you okay?” he questioned quietly. “I never asked earlier.” You shook your head.

“I’m freaked out, Tom.”

He moved his hand to squeeze yours comfortingly. “We’ll found out who did this, okay? This will be over soon.”

And God, you hoped so. You really wanted Tom to be right, but something inside you knew that this whole incident was only the beginning.

When Tom took a quick shower that night, you scrolled through Twitter, seeing a whole batch of tweets from Colton Lancaster. You cast a quick look at the the door, then opened his first tweet to start reading the full thread.

At that point, the shower stopped running. You quickly typed out a tweet from your podcast account. You’d already agreed with Zendaya to start recording the episode again tomorrow.

Within seconds of posting, Colton Lancaster retweeted, and you soon got the notification that he sent you a DM.

You bit your lip, reading the message over and over again. You glanced at your bathroom door, remembering your conversation with Tom earlier. And then you typed, “Yes.”

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LGBT Community

First and foremost, being gay is not a choice. Just in the same way that heterosexuals like the opposite gender, it is not because they were raised to be straight, it is just the way their brain is programmed. Sexual orientation can be defined, by the LGBT Communication Manual as, “each person’s capacity for profound emotional, affectional and sexual attraction to, and intimate and sexual relations with, individuals or a different sex/gender/ or the same sex/gender or more than one sex/gender” (LGBT Communication Manual). With each person’s preference to sex/gender, there comes a title so that within their community they can distinguish each other and know what each person prefers. For example, they use terms like bisexual, gay, lesbian, heterosexual, pansexual, transgender, intersexual, t-lover, and drag king or queen to name a few.

The LGBT community wasn’t always accepted for who they were, and it took much courage to come out into the nonaccepting time of the 50’s post-war. This is thanks to a man named Harry Hay because he found the first gay rights organization, that he called the Mattachine Society. Its founders, to the surprise of many, were former communists and radicals. Their goal with creating this group was not only to change the way that people looked at gay men and what they stood for but for men to start being comfortable in their skins. In a matter of three years, the Mattachine Society had grown to the point that you could attend a meeting every day for the rest of your life if that is what you desired to do, claimed Dorr Legg. At this point, the Gay community was peaking and not stopping with tens of thousands of people joining in the Los Angeles area. (Roscoe, accessed 20 October 2018).

Not too much after the Mattachine Society was created, the Daughters of Bilitis was formed. A lesbian group based in San Francisco, the founders Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon, were the first same-sex couple to be married after the legalization of same-sex marriage was passed. Initially, this group was created so that lesbians could meet other lesbians so that they could start socializing and dancing at the clubs together. Eventually, this secret club at the time had realized that many laws were “anti-gay” and instead of partying and having a good time, they needed to start making a change in society for the well being of their futures. Soon after this realization, they began to focus more on educating the public about lesbians, they started to participate in research about lesbians and started to repealing anti-LGBT laws. (Anti-Defamation League, 2011)

Coming out in the 1950s was a very bold act considering that the United States government targeted the LGBT members because politicians strongly and wrongly believed that homosexuals were infiltrating the U.S. poses a threat to national security. The leaders of the U.S. in this time believed that those who were declaring themselves as homosexuals were both weak and mentally ill, and this posed a threat because the U.S. was sure that anyone in these conditions would reveal state secrets to undercover spies if they were blackmailed. Because of the government creating this illusion to citizens, the “Lavender Scare” was created. A time where LGBT members were fired on a daily bases and were forced to go through police raids at gay bars, parties, and places that weren’t even morally okay… their homes. It was a hard time for those who were coming out in this era because laws started being made that would prohibit wearing the clothes of the opposite gender and dancing with someone of the same sex. As a result of all these laws and unfair judgment, many members of the LGBT community went into hiding. (Anti-Defamation League, 2011)

Coming out can be defined but the LGBT communications manual as “a process of self-acceptance which may take an entire lifetime. A person builds their identity as a lesbian, gay man, bisexual, or transgender person, at first keeping it to themselves. Later they may or may not reveal it to other people” (LGBT Communication Manual). In modern day today, coming out is not as hard as it used to be 60 years ago, but it is still and always will be a big deal. Coming out isn’t just about telling people what sex you are interested in, but about finally getting to show your loved ones whom you are and hoping that there is still a way that they will accept you for who you are. Depending on where these people live is and what goes on in their household depends on if their family and friends would accept them for who they are. For my mother coming out was not an easy thing to do. Her father and mother thought she was utterly disgusting and to this day don’t accept her. When she came out to her brother and sister they were not accepting at first, but in my family, there is one thing that will always be important, and that is you only have one family it can grow, but it will never change. Over time, both of them came to accept her and love her just for who she is. My second mom, Lu, has passed onto another life, but if it wasn’t for her I know that my mom wouldn’t have been strong enough to come out on her own to our family, and for that, I will be forever grateful. For two people my age, I have come to find out they don’t have coming out stories because they always knew and acted on being just who they were, which has to be the most beautiful change I have seen throughout society.

A big factor that has played a role in many people coming out is what religion they are. Almost all religions have an accepting or nonaccepting truth to it considering the LGBT community. The Christian faith does not approve of homosexuality but preaches that we must love and accept everyone. Which is why over time the Christian community has some who support the LGBT community and some who do not. Judaism sees the LGBT community as not natural and does not accept it, although there are Jewish LGBT groups. (LGBT Communication Manual)

Although many people in today's society accept those who are a part of the LGBT community, there are still those times where people who don’t accept these people start to harras these members, which does have its title and definition: Homophobia. This is described as the fear and irrational hatred towards homosexuals. Homophobia can be seen almost anywhere but is slowly dissipating as time goes on. Familiar places we can see this kind of hate is in areas of extreme religion, the workplace, and school.

In Bogota, Colombia nineteen people were interviewed as being a part of the Colombian LGBT community wanting to know their stories and what it is like for them living where they do. For Carmen, a 46-year-old transgender woman, her upbringing into this community was an extremely rough case. Before completing the gender reassignment process, Carmen had finished her military service, and here sadly she was taken advantage of because of rumors going around that she (he at the time) liked other men. Even though he had said no to this sergeant, he started touching her and forcing himself onto her and speaking to her “Lie down, I am going to be good to you.” After this experience, Carmen had started to have consensual relationships with other men in the army. As Carmen did eventually leave the military, she moved around and became successful again (Zea, Reisen, Biachi, 2013). However, moments like these are what people think is okay, to be able to experimental and force another person to try something that they do not want. This is a clear and horrific example of harassment that has happened, there are many other stories like these and to fix this we need to fight against it and bring attention to what is happening.

Furthermore, completing the process of a transgender person is not an easy process. There are multiple steps to getting to where they want to be, starting with the said person needing an official confirmation from a qualified mental health professional that they suffer from “gender dysphoria,” which refers to the distress that comes the wrong fit of expressed gender and one’s assigned gender. Next, they must undergo twelve months of feminizing or masculinizing hormone therapy, administering more testosterone or estrogens into the body to have the body change more into the desired one. Following, those undergoing this process must go through a most important part of their transition, the “real life” experience. Here they must see the importance of coming out to partners, friends, community members, and family here they must also see all the challenges that are going to be up ahead of changing their sex, such as family, educational, vocational, economic, and legal problems that they will be facing every day. The final step in this years-long process is finally the surgery. For male-to-female they must undergo breast augmentation, facial feminization surgery liposuction, gluteal augmentation, reduction of Adam’s apple, hair reconstruction, penis and testicle removal, and creation of neovagina and clitoris. For female-to-male, they undergo removal of breasts, create of a male chest, liposuction, voice surgery, removal of the uterus, fallopian tubes, ovaries, vagina, and the construction of a penis and scrotum, and finally the implantation of erection and testicular prosthesis. (Bracanovic, 2017)

As you can see it is not easy to get to the end for the transgender community, and once it is all done, things can get harder. For the LGBT faculty in S&E fields, they claimed they felt that “gayness” was invisible and that everyone was just assumed to be hetero. This is assumed because in the Science and Engineering community it is all that what should matter seeing that everyone would fit the “norm” of being hetero. However, this has caused problems for those who have come out in this community, some peers even coming to the point of saying “I think she’s lesbian; I’d never trust her date.” This is a precise moment of work hostility. Those who are part of the LGBT and S&E community have been faced with many difficulties of how their peers feel around them. Some even reported that they knew of peers who were even uncomfortable and anxious to be in the same room as them. These conflicts have created many consequences for them in and outside the work climates. Internally the participants in this research reported that there is a fearfulness with being a part of the LGBT community because those who are not gay have become rude and not approving of them and their work. This created an environment that pushes members to not come out because of being afraid that their action will not be taken seriously. Externally, participants made it clear that they have not gotten jobs because someone had outed them before them receiving the position. Other participants even claimed that have tried to ruin their research and collaboration with others by outing them. (Bilimoria, 2009)

To continue the discussion of harassment that transgenders must face, it is commonly known among Portland, Oregon that public transportation is not a safe place for them. Public transportation is offered throughout the city, for all and is protected under Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, that prohibits discrimination on race, color, and national origin. What it doesn’t protect yet is the discrimination of the LGBT community. Several participants in the social science literature on gender, public space, and urban mobility, had told of many stories of being not being harassed anymore on these public transportation sites. Even a white transgender man (most unlikely to receive hate because of white privilege) could say that he experienced hostility almost on a daily basis when he was a female. This goes to show that until someone looks more “correct” with societies norms that there will always be a hostility accountable for. (Lubitow, 2017)

Thanks to the Pew Research Center, we can come to see that there has been an 18% increase from the decade before in the acceptance of the gay community. There has also been a 19% increase in acceptance for the lesbian community (Drake,2014). Eventually, this won’t even be a number or a thought that will cross the mind, but how can we help to ensure that the LGBT community is more accepted quicker? A few suggestions would be to speak out against any bullying you could see going on towards an LGBT member, being accepting of those around you who come out to you, and most importantly be nice. Being a part of the LGBT community is not an easy thing but with the help of everyone we can change the way people view them and accept them.

Among those who are apart of the LGBT community, there are many ways that they are able to communicate with each other in today's modern age. Like most communities, the LGBT community has a strong online form of communication. By online communication, they communicate when events are, have hotlines, and so they can express who they are. They also have holidays that mean the utmost to many members of the LGBT community. Such as LGBTQ Pride (June), International Drag Day (July 16th), National Coming Out Day (October 11th), etc. Another form of communication that can be seen throughout the LGBT community is the LGBT rainbow flag. For the LGBT community, this is an unspoken form of communication that stands for being apart of this community. Usually, those who are apart of the community have found some type of way to incorporate the flag into a part of their social media or what they wear on a daily basis.

Although with all the hate and unnecessary hostility there are great and wondrous things that come with being a part of the LGBT community. This is also known as, PRIDE! The LGBT Pride march is a celebration of the LGBT community as a whole. If you don’t know what pride is, it is a giant festival where people from all over come an celebrate what it is to be a part of the community. Coming to these events, you can expect a gay version of the Macy’s day parade. There will be people dressed in fantastic costumes, dancing, singing, rejoicing, and have a phenomenal time. The point of gathering in these festivities is different for everyone, but it can be a place where the LGBT community can stand up to the political troubles they are going through as a whole. What is most important to understand when attending one of these events is that everyone will be accepted no matter what because it is supposed to place respect and mutual understanding. As well with visiting one of these events, it is critical to know that there will always be those who are going to protest but they are not the point. What is most important to understand and take away is that no matter what your choice is and what you decide to do with it you can love anyone you would like to because LOVE IS LOVE

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jolie-in-the-underground · 6 years

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You decide my next UT fic!

Okay, so since I've finally finished with the main run of Winter in your Bones, I need a new background fic project to work on! I've got a few that I'll be working on and updating as I finish individual chapters, but one thing I also like to do is work on a story until it's about 90% done before beginning to post it so I'm able to have something with regular weekly updates! Winter was that, but now it's ‘done’ so I need something new!

That said, I'm not looking for random ideas, heh, I've actually got a veritable catalog of fic concepts that are in various stages of development, which I am going to list here, and then provide a link at the end of the post so you can go and vote on which one you think I should work on next! Obviously it'll be awhile before you actually SEE the story, but I thought it'd be fun to get ya'lls input instead of just deciding myself since, honestly, I wanna work on ALL of them, but that's a bit beyond me XD

That said, options are under the cut!

1) Living History

Pairing: Sans/Reader Universe: Post Geno-run set in the 1930s Genre: Adventure/Romance Summary: Reader is an archaeologist in the 1930s who ventures to Mt. Ebott with her team to do an excavation of the Monster ruins that can supposedly be found there. An accident leads to her falling into the Hall of Judgement where she is attacked by Sans, who thinks she is Frisk at first glance. He realizes she is someone else, however, and she realizes that he is only a head. Rather than killing him, Frisk tore him apart and scattered his pieces across the Underground. In exchange for helping him pull himself back together, Sans agrees to give reader a guided tour and answer any and all of her questions. Status: Rough concept with idea notes, no outline Estimated Length: Uncertain. Probably middling?

2) Papyrus de Bergerac

Pairing: Frisk/Papyrus Universe: Post Pacificst Genre: Romance Summary: On their first and only date, Papyrus turned down Frisk’s romantic overtures in favor of friendship. Two years later, he’s still dead set on keeping his promise to help her settle for second best, but in the process of helping another man woo his best friend, the skeleton realizes he might have made a terrible mistake. Based loosely on “Cyrano de Bergerac“ (with a happy ending!) Status: Detailed concept, loose outline Estimated Length: Relatively short and fluffy. Probably shorter than ‘Winter in your Bones’.

3) A Monster's Penny Dreadful

Pairing: Reader/Sans Universe: Post Pacificst in a Victorian era magicpunk AU Genre: Mystery/Adventure/Romance Summary: You are a detective for the Ebott city police department who also owns one of the few apartment buildings in town that caters to monster tenants. It’s been a few years since the monsters returned to the surface, and interspecies relations have been tense. When your tenant and co-worker, Officer Papyrus goes missing, you take on his case yourself, only to find that it appears to tie in with a series of other missing monster cases that have gone largely uninvestigated by your department. In undertaking this growing case, you find yourself joined by Sans, who has returned from a long absence abroad when he hears that his brother has gone missing. The mystery only grows when the pair of you discover that his ‘business’ overseas might tie into your missing person’s case in unexpected ways. Status: Completely planned out but final outline needs completing. Three chapters already done, though in need of editing. Estimated Length: Long, for sure. Very plot driven.

4) [untitled] (KingdomFell fic)

Pairing: Frisk/Fell!Sans Universe: Medieval Fantasy setting where the monsters free themselves Genre: Adventure/Fantasy/Romance Summary: When the princess of the humans and the prince of the monsters were killed, both kingdoms blamed one another and war was declared between the two races. In the end, humanity won out and banished monsterkind into the underground where magic was a limited commodity controlled by Asgore and Toriel. Time passed, and eventually seven souls were gathered, allowing the monsters to return to the surface once more to start their war against humanity once more. Sans is one of their most powerful knights, formerly known as the Wolf of Ruinheart in the Underground, but on arriving topside, he abandons his duty in pursuit of the freedom he’s always craved. He doesn’t get far, though, before he’s captured by humans behind enemy lines, and it’s only through the interference of a Noblewoman by the name of Frisk that he escapes execution. In exchange, however, he is oathbound to serve and protect her. She commands him to accompany her to the capital to report everything he knows about Monsterkind and their plans for the war to the king. The war escalates quickly and mysteries about the past come to light. Status: Detailed notes, needs official outline Estimated Length: Definitely on the long side, lol.

5) [untitled] (guardiantale fic)

Pairing: Frisk/Sans Universe: Timeline where Frisk falls into the Underground as a child and decides to stay there with Toriel. Genre: Mystery/Adventure/Romance Summary: Having grown up in the Ruins with Toriel, Frisk becomes their guardian, an expert tracker and fighter that protects the monsters that still live there from strange, shadowy aparitions that appear on occasion. They begin to appear with greater frequency, though, and eventually once escapes her notice and finds it’s way into Snowdin where it is discovered by Papyrus and Sans. Recognizing it for the void beast it is, Sans and his brother track it back to a secret entrance to the ruins where they meet Frisk and learn about her life there, though thanks to the disguise she wears at all times, neither realizes her identity as a human for some time. Together they work to find the source of the strange monsters in an effort to protect all of the Underground. Status: Loose ideas, probably the one I have the least amount planned for. I just got a mental image of Frisk running around the ruins a la princess mononoke and had to roll with it XD Estimated Length: probably middling unless things get crazy.

6) MonSTAR [working title]

Pairing: Reader/Swapfell!Sans, Frisk/Swapfell!Papyrus Universe: Post-Pacifist Swapfell Genre: Drama/Romance Summary: Pure chance lands you with a job as Frisk’s personal assistant in managing a monster band (band name undetermined) made up of Sans, frontman and lead guitarist, his brother Papyrus on bass, and Undyne as their drummer. It’s not an easy job keeping up with this lot, and Sans is anything but easy to get along with, but it’s a challenge you wind up relishing, especially once you’re invited to join the ban proper as a keyboardist. High energy shows, raucous after-parties, and long periods of time spent together on the bus wind up slowing pushing you and Sans closer together, allowing you to see the battered but kind heart beneath the prickly exterior. Status: Lots of notes, but no solid ending yet. Might be similar to Winter in your Bones, no major overarcing plot beyond chronicling the process of these two getting together. Maybe a battle of the bands or something...hm. Estimated Length: Probably middling.

7) Message in a Bottle

Pairing: Frisk/Sans Universe: Little Mermaid AU Genre: Adventure/Romance/Drama Summary: Frisk is the princess of a seaside kingdom where Monsters and Humans live in peace. Long ago, however, there lived a third race of merfolk whose magic allowed them to walk on land to mingle and trade with the others. A tragic accident drove Gaster, king of the merfolk to withdraw his people deep beneath the surface of the waves, never to be seen again. When Frisk begins to find messages written in a strange language on bottles washed up on the shore, however, her interest is peaked and she does not rest until she is able to translate them. On doing so, she finds they are notes from Sans, the prince of the Merfolk, chronicling his daily life beneath the sea under the oppressive rule of his father. As the note become increasingly despondent and hopeless, she resolves to find a way to visit him, and finds her answer with the seawitch Toriel, who gives her a spell to transform her into a mermaid so she can visit this mysterious merman she has grown to care for. The price, of course, is not only her voice, but her secrecy. Should Sans discover she knew of his letters or him, the spell will come undone. Frisk finds her way to Sans and the pair quickly become close friends, and then perhaps more before a careless slip reveals the truth and Frisk is forced to return to the surface. Sans pursues her and strikes a deal of his own with the seawitch that brings the wrath of his father down on the human kingdom, and it is up to him and Frisk to unite the three races once more. Status: completely planned out, outline partially complete. Estimated Length: Middling to Long

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abnahaya · 4 years

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EDance

Once an EDancer, always an EDancer!

This is gonna be a long, heartfelt post with loads of pictures!

Okay, so this kinda happened at the same time with the previous post. Due to the merger, my old dance team had to merge with FBS’ dance team, too. It was actually more convenient since we shared the same coach, and FBS’ dance team was super famous at the time that you gotta go through auditions first! We were given the opportunity to join the team without audition since you know, everyone wished students from FBS would be friends with the ex-STiBA.

Long story short, my original team mates fell back one by one, I never knew the real reasons —I was the outcast, remember?- but they just gradually stopped showing up at the practice, leaving me and one other girl. Well, I have always had the personality when I’m kinda reserved and shy at first before opening up and be a total lunatic. But honestly, I stayed for the dance. I didn’t know any of these guys, we weren’t “friends” yet, the people I knew started disappearing, yet if I wanted to follow them (later, they revived the old dance team as an independent group), like, I didn’t get along with them anyway? So I had nothing to lose, and I just had fallen in love with streetdancing —eventho my hip-hop sucks ass!

I think it started to come together when one of the senior on the team asked me to join them to enroll in a competition. I was very excited. Although, honestly speaking, I had lots of difficulties catching up. This team was the team, you know, the people that just blended so well with good chemistry and all? I was an outsider, both to the team habits and choreo. I remember we only had about a week to train for the competition, and I was working my ass off so hard that I didn’t have time to think about being an outcast again. I just wanted to give it my all and not making the team looked silly on stage!

That was my very first competition with EDance. I hated the picture back then (because I was still white-washed and despised my tan skin) but now when I’m looking at it, fuck, I look alright! I mean, there weren’t any high-quality phone camera back then so we couldn’t do the tone justice, but right now all I can think about is how proud I am of myself. I started gotten into make up (and because I didn’t have many friends, I had lots of time practicing make up in my room) and it helped me bonding with the other members. I’m very grateful for the people in the picture: Ninit & Tepi who gave me the chance, Ko Allen who kept dancing with me until he graduated, and even Hezky who became a really good friend and still danced with me until when we both lived in Bali. Oh, and we won the thing! Not bad for a first-timer, huh?

As the official dance team of the faculty, EDance also performed in every single faculty party (re: the opening/closing celebration), including LoVED and EDO. It was my first time performing with such a big crew —EDance had twice the numbers of my first dance team- and it was such a different experience! I wasn’t particularly a fan of a megacrew performance but holy cow, there are things that can only look good when performed with a big crew! I’m beyond blessed to learn it with EDance.

On my second year dancing —third year in Uni- it was time for my generation (re: batch) to take over the leadership in the organization. I wasn’t elected or something, but by that time, I have grown so close to Elevernes that we basically became a whole squad, and we kinda have big influence on each other, and to the team. That year, our coach stepped down because he wanted to pursue formal career, so we found a new one. It was my best friend's boyfriend —then, ex now- The new coach brought a whole new flavor to our dance team, we went from full-blown hip-hop to more of girl’s hip-hop and then, slutty (LOL!) depending on the personality of the team.

I’d say it was the beginning our my golden era of dancing. I moved out to the same boarding house with my best friends, which were also my dance team mates, and we spent many hours practicing for fun, watching dance videos, and basically just being excited for performing and enrolling competitions. EDance was at the peak of its time, we had the best dancers in the University, having the same vision and mission, the crazy fearless attitude, and just the same level of passion for dancing. We basically invented the trend of sexy and fierce girls-style dance in the city (it was a small city, so it wasn’t that great, but also because it was such a small city and everyone knows everyone else, it was pretty cool) because the core team of the crew were the same students from our batch, Eleveners, who just had the same vibration for that particular dance style.

Sadly, all good things must come to and end. And I regret that my end at EDance wasn’t a pleasant one. I started dating this guy and he gradually become very toxic and abusive that I was utterly gas-lighted and was too scared to leave his side.He told me he didn’t like my friends from the dance team and wanted me to hang out with them less (I ended up spending 24/7 with him for more than a year!). There were some moments when I felt like I gotta choose between dancing and my boyfriend, and my insecure-stupid ass chose the latter. I grew distant from my friends, and eventually I neglected dancing.

The turning point was when I, as a member of the “core” team, was offered to join a competition, and I had no hesitation to refuse it. But along the way, my boyfriend was getting more and more intimidating that I was too scared to leave him alone (coz I felt like he’d cheat on me if I didn’t stick around), and I ghosted my friends. I kept justifying my action telling myself —and some other friends- that I couldn’t join the competition because I had a final exam. It wasn’t entirely a lie, because I did have final exam, but deep down I knew what pissed my friends off was my ghosting, the fact that I ignored them and let them freak out on the last minute. It was one of my life regrets.

After that incident, I only showed up for one more project, a dance video produced by the faculty’s filmography club. My relationship with my friends was already bad, most of them stopped talked to me, and I even got unofficially “kicked out” from the core team. I was in a weak mental state — from both the dating abuse and the guilt- and I thought to myself that I couldn’t go on like this. So the next semester, on the last year of my university life, I stopped coming to the practice.

I truly wished things went differently from how it was. EDance was the first true dance family that I had, it will always be the highlight of my life, and sometimes I’m so angry at myself for being so unreasonably stupid at that time. But you know, we all struggle with different demons inside, and I’m just the kind of person who needed to be thrown down to thrive, so I guess I deserved that. I am now in good relationships with all my EDance friends, time indeed had healed us, however, I think I do owe them a huge apology for my actions. Although I was hurting, I had no right to ruin their joys either.

So yeah, that’s how my EDanceperience went by, it’s been eight years since I first found by this family, but I will always be an EDancer at heart, forever.

#perfomerchallenge #dance #uksw #edance #rambling ruthie #abnahaya

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livelongandpawsper-blog · 7 years

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Creepypasta:The Return of Headmaster

A/N: I got this idea from another story I was writing, so I thought Id use it here as well. Please read by other story too! Its fun and angsty!

--- Meanwhile, Serenity Darkmoon Ravens mind was wondered back to the past. It was Ruzus hogmanay party, which everyone was invited too. The party was awesome as always, because Headmaster was hosting it.

Serenity Darkmoon Raven was pretty drunk that day. She had already punched a bunch of people. Serenity Darkmoon Raven a few times.Because She is stupid.Blood was spilled. But that was normal in this sort of party.As was the pile of bodies. If Serenity Darkmoon Raven was honest, She couldn't remember much that happened. Only something about a security gaurd,a goat and a pair of scissors.

There was one thing that stuck in Her mind though. Something She would never forget. Pip. Pip was wearing a Headmaster mask that night (it was a fancy dress party btw - A/N).

Everyone had come as something or someone else.

RUZU WAS DRESSed as SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN. SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN WAS DRESSed as ZABBA. ZABBA WAS DRESSed as Aris. Aris was dressed as Headmaster. And Headmaster was dressed as a ming vase.

Serenity Darkmoon Raven was instantly attracted to Pip in Him costume. The way He moved. The way He talked.The way He flicked His hair. Pip was doing a Karaoke number. It was "i will survive". And He was awesome. He sung like they were possessed.The audience was transfixated by Pip. Underwear was chucked at Pip. Serenity Darkmoon Raven was soooo turned on. (and She didn't need that underwear anyway) Serenity Darkmoon Raven got up and sang too. When Pip was singing i will survive it was like the words spoke to Her. Pip seemed to be addressing each word of the song just to Her. The room faded away and it was just the two of them. No one else in the world. They gazed into eachother eyes as Pip put His soul into the last lyric. Then silence.

Suddenly, Serenity Darkmoon Raven was woken out of the flashback by current events! --- This is the story of a time long ago..... --- The next time they saw eachother Pip winked at Serenity Darkmoon Raven, remembering what happened at the party.Serenity Darkmoon Raven blushed. Some of the others giggled. Did they know? Serenity Darkmoon Raven didn't care. ---- Aris and her friends were killing

They always enjoyed killing to relax when things were getting stressful.(Things were a bit stressed at the moment due to a unhappy love affair between Headmaster and Serenity Darkmoon Raven) They thought nothing killing all the time - it was just a way of life. But things were different today. Someone was watching them enjoy killing, and it was starting to get creepy. "The creepy guy is creeping me out", said Serenity Darkmoon Raven. "Yes, me too. Especially how he keeps licking his lips and stroking himself as he watches us" Just then the man walked over too us. "I am a talent scout" "Owww...THAT explains it" "Aris, I have been watching you while you did some killing. Your skilled. VERY skilled." "Oh, yes, Aris is great at it" said SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN.

"INDEED. maybe the greatest. Look at Ariss body. Her shoulder! Her torso! Her foot! Its like she is built for killing! Every aspect of her perfect physique built for that one divine purpose. " "I thought she was built for loving!" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven "I am thus going to officially invite Aris to the killing championship!" continued the talent scout.

"We are going to the championship!?" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven "Yes, the ticket has a +1. And you both go straight to the final!" "Awesome!" "But you will be fighting against someone else that made it to the final...someone you know well....Headmaster!" "Then its settled" said Aris. "We go. We cant let Headmaster win at anything. Even killing."

So they left for the stadium.

The next day, Aris was nervous. She was good at killing, some would say the best. But was she really the best? The best at killing on Netherrealms? Aris was about to find out, as the contest started soon.

Aris thought back to a few years ago.

Happy times, before all the the troubles with Headmaster got really bad. Breaking out of his deep thoughts, Aris decide to go to the Arena early, perhaps do a few laps as a warm up.

Aris casually strolled to the Arena while practicing killing. As Aris walked out she was surprised to see Headmaster already there! Headmaster was clearly upto something. Aris had to find out what it was! "What you upto Headmaster?" yelled Aris. "You will never find out!" yelled back Headmaster, who wanted to keep her plan a secret. Frustrated, Aris started practicing killing, never taking her eye of Headmaster as she did so. Ruzu joined them a few minutes later. "Hi Aris!" he said with a sexy wink. "..and hello.....Headmaster" with a even more sexy blink. "yes. Hello Ruzu. Good to see your in the contest too. For now" But before Ruzu could hear what villain had said, it was time to start!

They walked to the start line, and bent down ready. (A/N - but not for THAT. You have a really dirty mind!) The crowd was getting big. Many fans had banners saying stuff like 'Go Aris Go Aris Go Aris' or 'Go Go Go Headmaster your the best!'

The starter pulled their bazooka out and got ready to fire. Ruzu, Headmaster and Aris all waited with anticipation. 3 Ruzu started breathing heavily 2 Headmaster tensed. Ready to go. 1 Ariss skin glowed sexily with excitement 0. BANG! The starter fired the bazooka.....at RUZU!

RUZU COLLAPSED instantly. Headmaster started killinging, laughing manically as she did so.

Aris was in shock, and raced over to Ruzu. "She shot you!" but why? "Owww...I am shot bad" The starter stared at their weapon. "I didn't mean too...my bazooka acted weird!" Aris looked at the bazooka.

"Yes....this bazooka clearly has been sabotaged to shot at Ruzu." "Typical" said Ruzu. "What now?" said Aris. "You have to go on" said Ruzu, still bleeding blood and guts and other bits everywhere.

But just then the clack-son went off! It was half time! As Ruzu was carried taken to hospital by jaguar, Aris and Serenity Darkmoon Raven retired to the locker room. Headmaster was already there, still grinning.

"Oh what a shame. Ruzu isn't going to compete any more. Even doing nothing I'm going to come second. You know...I might just let you win..out of my....generosity... " Headmaster sniggered again.

With that Headmaster left out the backdoor.

"Gosh darn-it" Serenity Darkmoon Raven said. "Headmaster drives me mad! " "You know, I think she had something to do with Ruzus accident "

Aris was thinking. hard.

"Headmaster is never generous. Lack of generosity is his number one defining characteristic. Well, that and evil" "That means..." said Serenity Darkmoon Raven, her slow cogs working. "...She wants to come second!" said Aris, thinkingly. "Do you think thats..." "....because she wants the second prize medal!" said Aris, winning again. "It must be because the second prize is really sword " "Yes, now that Iook at the second prize I notice it now. Its clearly the sword" "That explains why someone would want to become second!" "Exactly!"

"So we have to beat Headmaster by being the best at coming second? How are we going to do that...you have never lost before! " "I know" said Aris. "I am not sure I know how" "You got to though. Just this once you got to come second!" "No I cant. But I have an idea....you could compete!" "Me?" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven, surprised. "Do they even allow girls like me to do killing? "Yes, its a modern contest, a few girls like me have already competed. I'll win the contest as normal, and you will come second. You can do this!" "Ok Aris, I'll do it. I'll do it for you"

Then the Gong went again, the final leg of the killing contest had begun!

--- Serenity Darkmoon Raven had some time before he had to do anything, so She decided to have another flashback.

It was just after the Karaoke. They had stepped of the stage to loud applause and were now looking at eachother. "Hi" Serenity Darkmoon Raven said, meekly. "Hay" Pip said, also meekly. Their confidence from moments ago had evaporated like alcohol. "Do you want too..." "maybe.." "ok then." So they walked to the cloakroom. It wasn't long before their lips were together. Serenity Darkmoon Raven couldn't remember who made the first move. She did remember the taste though. The taste of Pip. Pip tasted like honeydew on a summer noon. Refreshing and salty but also a bit sour. What had they been eating? Serenity Darkmoon Raven tried to work out it. It took much tung work. After a few minutes mouth to mouth pot holing, Pip guessed what Serenity Darkmoon Raven was doing. "I had satsuma for lunch." "oh" "you dont have to stop though" "oh. Good!" Serenity Darkmoon Raven said, with great relief. They finally drew away after what seemed a whole october but was only mere minutes. The taste of Pip's lips (and other things) still lingered in Serenity Darkmoon Raven's mouth as they finally looked upon each other with new eyes. Relieved sighs came from both of them as both embraced, Pip snuggling against Serenity Darkmoon Raven's neck as he snuggled upto Pip's torso.

Pip went further by clutching Serenity Darkmoon Raven with his fingers, pulling at the fabric of Her slacks to feel what was underneath.

The telltale shape in Her leggings stood out between them, especially with the weight it had against Serenity Darkmoon Raven's thigh.

Pip moved over Serenity Darkmoon Raven's body like a serpent and lovenly nuzzled at a peaked abbs. Serenity Darkmoon Raven liked this a lot and started making a lot of noise. Pip joined in. "Owwww...Ahhh...MAHAhhhEEkkk...aakk" It got pretty noisy from that point on. Both of them had a lot of fun and made a lot of noise!. Serenity Darkmoon Raven sounded like Bus ! Pip sounded like a heard of Rabbitss on drugs. They had a lot of..."fun". "My groinal area are hurting...can we stop? 12 times is enough surely?" Pip said, pleading. "No...MORE MORE MORE" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven, with apparently an insatiable apatite Pip finally head butted Serenity Darkmoon Raven to get Her to stop. "Sorry about that, I got a little carried away" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven. "Thats ok I.....enjoyed it." said Pip blushing in the way they always did. "Tomorrow?" "Yes" said Pip. "I'll bring some of my toys next time for us to play with" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven.

And with that they left the cloakroom and returned to the party. The months that followed were fun but eventually they broke up and became enemies.

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Serenity Darkmoon Raven and Aris walked boldly into the World Championship Killing-ing Arena. It was time for the final part. But first Serenity Darkmoon Raven had to be registered.

"I, SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN, WOULD LIke to compete!" she shouted proudly all ready for her big day. "I am sorry but afraid its not allowed" said the contest judge. Devastated Serenity Darkmoon Raven started sobbing. "But I have wanted to compete in a killing-ing contest all my life! " "Its not in the rules I am afraid." Aris took Serenity Darkmoon Raven in their arms. "I'm sorry I thought you would be allowed" "Its not fair...I have every right to compete." "Its probably just because you are a girl" "Probably. that's just typical!" Serenity Darkmoon Raven sobbed some more. The floor was quite wet now. "I know, I'll have to lose now" "Its so unfair, why should you have to lose? Why should you have to come second?" "I'll...be ok Serenity Darkmoon Raven, I can do this." said Aris holding back her emotions. "*snuff*" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven "Its so unfair on you! They will all make fun of you for coming second!" It was true, the other killing-ing fans would make fun of her. "I'll take it" said Aris manly. Serenity Darkmoon Raven was already so upset that Aris would have to lose, Aris didn't want to make her even more.

With that Aris stood up and went to the starting line next to Headmaster. "So its just you and me" "As it should be" "Lets end this" Headmaster gave the contest judge and nod and the contest started once more.

Aris and Headmaster did their killing-ing intensely. Aris tried to control himself but it was hard. Every instinct in him made him want to win. She could not be put on a leash.But She had to control it! Aris struggled "Could he do it?" "How could he not win?" "She Loved killing!" "This was not possible" "But he had too" "For the sake of the Netherrealms" "He needed too" "But how?" Finnally defeating his inner monologueing she overcame her bloodlust for killing-ing. She could lose now.

Aris stopped. A calmness washed over her and they entered a zen-like state. They did nothing. Headmaster didnt see this and rushed ahead killing-ing like Aris was still going. Before they could see what happened they had won! Aris had come second by default!

"I....won....?" said Headmaster confused. "Yes..you see we knew your plans to come second and get the sword as it was the prize. So Serenity Darkmoon Raven and me planned to come second!"

"But I won!!!" "Yes" "I never won anything before! I was always bitter and evil because I never won anything!" Suddenly Aris realized that Headmaster was a good person and they just did evil because they never won anything before. "Now they I have won this prize I feel all my evil thoughts leaving me, I dont need the sword now...I am sorry I did anything bad" Aris and Headmaster forgave eachother and the crowd cheered. "I forgive you!" "Yayyyyyyy!!!!! Horrrraaayyyyy" said the crowd.

And then everyone went home together and lived happily ever after and there were no more problems.

-The End

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