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Til the Summer Comes Again: Prologue

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'" — Lewis Carrol

Summary: Bob was a winter spirit who loved what he did. He loved making individual snowflakes. He loved the way the snow sparkled in the winter sun. He loved the laughter his creations brought to people around the world. What he didn't expect, was to fall in love with a human girl from a small town. He has until the summer comes again for her to reciprocate his feelings if he wants to remain on earth, but will the shadows that haunt her get in the way of happily ever after? (JackFrost! AU)

Trigger Warnings: Language, Talk of the supernatural, Winter spirits, Winter themes, Bob watches reader from afar, Demon-like entities, Fluff, Pining, Yearning, Father Winter, Talks of death. I think that about covers it.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: And here it is! The prologue that I've been so excited to write for weeks now! I really hope you all enjoy this one because I already know it's going to be a personal favorite of mine. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where all of my works will also be published! If you enjoy my work, please consider sending me a tip!

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Bob didn’t know why more humans didn’t like the wintertime. It was his personal favorite, and he wasn’t just saying that because he was a literal embodiment of winter. Bob loved everything about this time of year. He liked the untouched snow as it rested softly against the ground, and he loved the children who would clamber out of their warm houses to play in it. He liked how soft and fuzzy everything felt as the snow fell from the sky, and he liked watching people stick their tongues out to catch the flakes. He liked watching people dance across the ice of the ponds, sliding unseen alongside them. He liked the laughter of the children as they got the day off from school. He liked winter.

But he always wondered what warmth felt like.

He wondered what it would feel like to be snuggled under a blanket with a loved one. What it would feel like to wear a cozy sweater. What it would feel like to sip on a cup of hot chocolate. What it would feel like to embrace a lover by the fireplace.

“It’ll do you no good to dwell on it,” Tom had told him one day, eyeing him knowingly as Bob sat perched on a branch by the pond. He had been watching the children play a game they called hockey for quite some time now, his mood growing more sour as the want to join became stronger. But he couldn’t. Because they couldn’t see him.

“I know,” he grumbled, his knees pressed close to his chest, the lower half of his head buried in his arms, muffling his words. “But I still want to join them. Why can’t they see us?”

“Because humans lost their ability to see and use magic a long time ago,” Tom explained patiently, resting a hand on Bob’s shoulder. “And it would do you no good to grow attached. You’ll live as long as there’s winter. They’ll live as long as they can. Count your blessings, Bob, for there is no joy in losing that which we love.”

It was moments like those that Bob remembered why Tom had been deemed “Father Winter,” having been nicknamed “the iceman” by the sprites his own age. The younger sprites, however, viewed him as a father figure.

“But how can I know what love is if I never get to hold it?” He mumbled. Tom let out a long sigh.

“Love is not something you can hold, Bob. It’s something you feel. It’s the feeling of never wanting to part from someone, of wanting them to be happy.”

“I feel love for you,” Bob mused, thinking about the man he would call father if he had one. He thought of his fellow winter sprites, running around the woods and through the streets. “I feel love for the other winter sprites too.”

“That’s because we’re your family,” the older sprite smiled. “We love and care for each other. Now, come on, Bob. There’s still work to be done.”

Bob thought about Tom’s words often, wondering if the feeling of something missing inside of him would ever go away. Was there something wrong with him? The other sprites didn’t know what he was talking about when he mentioned it.

“I feel just fine,” Ellie would say, looking down at herself.

“No missing parts from me,” Ivan confirmed.

So Bob stopped talking about it, and years passed. It wasn’t until one winter day years later that he realized what it was that he had been missing.

You were a tiny thing, old enough to walk and talk, but still young enough to discover the world. Your eyes were wide as they watched the flake fall from the sky, breath coming out in small clouds as you gasped.

“It’s snow, Mommy!” You grinned, tugging on the older woman’s hand. She chuckled, crouching down to meet your eyes.

“That’s right, baby. The winter sprites are working extra hard this year!”

“Winter sprites?” You asked her, head cocking to the side in curiosity. Bob leaned in to hear better. It wasn’t every day that the humans talked about his kind.

“Yes, honey,” your mother smiled. “The winter sprites work hard every year to make sure that we have snow. Without them, we wouldn’t have winter at all.”

And then she had stood, walking off to talk to a neighbor. Bob floated down from his perch on the tree branch, eager to see your wonder at his work. You dug your tiny feet into the snow, kicking up experimentally. You paused as you watched the snow settle, a grin breaking out onto your face. You leaned down, scooping as much snow as you could in your tiny arms. You sprung upwards, jumping as you scattered the snow about you, giggling with so much glee that it pulled a laugh from Bob himself. You stopped, eyes wide as they zeroed in on him, an act that took Bob completely by surprise.

“Who are you?” You called out to him, eyes wide as they took him in.

“I’m,” he started, glancing around. “I’m Bob.”

“Bob?” You hummed. “Why are you dressed like that? It’s cold out. Mommy says we have to dress warm or we’ll get sick.”

A smile tugged on the corner of Bob’s lips. “I don’t get cold. And I don’t get sick.”

“You don’t?” You gasped, taking several steps towards him. He crouched down so that he was eye level with you.

“That’s right,” he smiled. “I’m a winter sprite.”

Your eyes grew so big, Bob worried that they would fall right out of your head.

“You are?” You exclaimed, smiling excitedly. “You made the snow?”

“Some of it,” he nodded. You grabbed his hand with both of yours, and Bob gasped at the feeling. Was this warmth? How could a creature so tiny create such a wondrous sensation?

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes wide as they stared up at him, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Y/n! It’s time to get going!” Your mother hollered from over by her car. “We’re going to be late for your dance lesson!”

You glanced back at Bob, smiling softly as you let go of his hand, dashing off towards where your mother stood.

That wasn’t the last time Bob saw you, but it was the last time you saw him. He wasn’t sure why you had been able to see him that day and no other after that. But, he had sat back and watched you. He had watched you grow as a dancer. Had watched you go to school. Had watched you blossom into a beautiful, young woman. Every time winter would come, he’d be right where you were, clinging onto you until Spring forced him to let go.

The colors of the leaves had just turned when Bob appeared again, waiting for the time when he could stick around longer than a couple of hours as the autumn sprites finished their work. His visits this time of year were limited to the bitter cold nights and the frosty days that were becoming more frequent as the months went on.

“Son, it’s time to let go.”

Bob jumped, turning to see Tom standing behind him not too far away, a gentle smile on his face. He felt his cheeks turn red as he turned back to watch you through the window. You were curled up on your couch underneath a blanket, a mug of what he assumed was tea sitting on your coffee table as the fire crackled in the hearth. You looked content as your cat, Harlow he had heard you call it, dozed away on your lap. He imagined that was what cozy looked like, and he wished with everything he had that he could be curled up next to you, holding you in his arms.

“I don’t want to,” he murmured, eyes shining as he fought back tears. He heard Tom sigh, drifting up and sitting down next to him with nary a sound. “I want to be with her.”

Tom said nothing as Bob thought back to what the older sprite had told him almost twenty years before. He certainly didn’t want to part from you, and he certainly wanted you to be happy. If that was what Tom had called love, then Bob wanted to know what he felt for you because there was so much more to it. He wanted to hold you, to celebrate with you when something good happened, to dry your eyes when you cried. He wanted to press his lips to yours, spending a life together with you. For the first time in his existence, he felt envious of the men who grew up and grew old. He wanted that with you.

“Is there no way that I can stay with her?”

A beat passed before Tom sighed, sitting back on the branch.

“There’s one way,” he admitted reluctantly. Bob perked up, eyes widening with hope as he looked at the old sprite. “But I can’t guarantee that it’ll work.”

“I’ll do anything, Ice,” he pleaded.

“I can use my magic to cast a spell,” Tom started, staring at Bob thoughtfully. “It’ll turn you into a human temporarily, but it’s up to you to make it permanent. I have a friend who lives in town. He can see us, and he’ll be able to get you settled while you work on making the spell permanent.”

“And how do I do that?”

Tom turned to face him fully now, blue eyes serious.

“She has to return your love by the first sign of spring. If she doesn’t, then you’ll turn back into a winter sprite for good.”

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pinkbrries · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

➞ SUMMARY. Maybe making new friends wasn’t that bad at all, right?

↳ TW: nothing? as far as i know

↳ WORD COUNT: 1.7k words

➞ ERA: PRE-DEBUT

↳ [a/n: here is full scenario for june!! we love to see it<3 finally we know who is the best friend june was referring to👁👁 hope u enjoy this one !!] // bold words are in english // this is not proofread

SUMMER OF 2012

“Can you please hurry up, Junnie? We’re gonna be late!” A scoff is heard and then, the woman part of the staff gasps in feigned shock, “ya! don’t give me that attitude, young lady!”

One small chuckle can be heard, followed by the sound of light steps making their way to the front door: a ten-year-old june appears on the sight of the woman, the usual bright smile she always wears is adorning her face.

“Sorry unnie! I was just trying really hard to make my ponytail look good,” she pouts as she walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, seeing that her friends were already walking towards the elevator and pressing the button to call the metallic box over. “You know how ugly can get after the dance class!”

The woman slightly laughs, patting her shoulder and nodding. “You’re right, Minjun.”

Entering the elevator and hearing her friends talk, June starts wondering what she was going to be learning in today’s class, a tingle of excitement spreads through her tiny body and she can’t help but smile again at the thought.

This was her second year as a trainee, but she was the youngest out of the selected group to travel to Los Angeles and train there for a month during summer to refine their skills.

Minjun always wanted to go on a summer camp just like her friends back in England, and even if the experience wasn’t even a close one (because her friends would play around and Minjun would have to train from early morning until seven p.m), it was good enough for her.

Stretching has always been the easiest part for June, it was as if she was born to do this.

People around her that would also take the class were always nagging about stretching, but to her, it was her favorite part.

It allowed June to think about stuff like, how the weather was so hot in Los Angeles and how she preferred the cold season because it reminded her of the white-ish snow falling on the green, pine trees outside her house back in London, or how people here didn’t say ‘pardon’ and instead said ‘sorry’ if someone accidentally crashed with you on the busy downtown streets.

Or how there was a boy sitting on the other side of the busting room, a slight older boy that she hasn’t seen before (and well, it’s not like she has been in LA for a lot of days, since they had arrived like, four days ago) but it definitely sparked curiosity in her since… well,

He looked like he knew what he was actually doing.

“Okay, perfect! Let’s take a break,” the choreographer claps while turning around to face the class, “we’ll start filming in five, okay?”

She hears humming and more affirmative responses around her, the choreographer walks away and June takes this little time given to steal some more glances at the newcomer without getting distracted.

“—He looks korean,” she hears one of the trainees sitting beside her whispering and nodding, “I think Yoonah said she heard him talking in korean.”

“He’s a trainee… and I think he’s the only one from his company, I saw him entering with two persons, they told him they would be waiting outside—“

“How do you know that, Minkyu!?”

The boy raises both shoulders, a cheeky smile adorning his face. “I don’t know, maybe I just overheard a little.”

“Maybe you’re just nosy,” Moon, another girl there, rolls her eyes. And while the group of trainees starts discussing and laughing, June decides on taking mental notes about the lonely boy sitting in a corner of the crowded room.

He looked like he was kinda the same age as her, maybe a little bit older like the trainees that were with her, he had dark hair and kind but shy brown eyes, and he looked pretty tall.

Pouting in thought, she glances at the group of people beside her, and then she returns her eyes towards the stranger.

Yeah, June liked the other trainees, but they were… not her type of people at all. Sometimes they were a little too competitive with each other, and while Minjun tried to keep it friendly with all of them, she knew she couldn’t trust them since they always bad mouthed each other at their backs, as if that would make them debut or something.

Sigh. Maybe making new friends wasn’t that bad at all, right?

Standing from her seat, she makes her direction towards the stranger that captivated her curiosity, smiling a little when he looks up and locks eyes with her.

“Hi, hello!” Minjun says with an excited tone, standing in front of the boy and waving her hand in enthusiasm.

The boy went from confused, to nervous, to confused again, the timid boy blinks twice and mutters a greeting back, his hesitant hands doing an awkward gesture, making June smile.

In less than five seconds, June decides that she likes him because he seemed kind enough for her, and yeah, she might be ten and maybe she didn’t not know a lot about life, but this young stranger seemed nice.

Sitting in front of him and crossing her legs, Minjun beams brightly at him, extending a hand to greet him.

“Hi! My name is June, what’s your name?” Before the boy can answer, June gasps when she suddenly remembers something, “oh wait, do you speak korean? Because I do. Do you want us to speak in korean or english?”

Stunned by the sudden words coming quickly by the shorter girl’s mouth, the dark haired boy can’t help but let out a giggle.

“Uhm—,” he smiles slightly, extending his hand too so he can answer the greeting. “Yes, I’m korean, I don’t know a lot of english, so—“

“It’s okay! I’m korean too!” June interrupts again, and just like that, she starts making small conversation with the boy.

To the boy, there was something peculiar about how the girl talked with him with so much emotion: as if the both of them have been friends of each other for years and they just met after so long. It was a pleasing feeling; it made him feel comfortable and like home.

That afternoon, Minjun spends her time getting to know someone new, and when her time of training that day is almost over, she realizes that maybe she just found someone that really understands her.

The dark haired boy is four years older than her, he’s from Busan, and he’s also a trainee (so the information she overheard by her fellow company trainees was right) from a small company, the company’s name not really sticking to her.

“So, you’re debuting in a year?” June asks, eyes widening at the new information she just discovered. The boy nods.

“Yeah, I started training some months ago but my dance skills are… not that advanced,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment, June giggles at that. “So my company decided on sending me here to take some lessons.”

June hums, pouting, deep in thought.

Walking together to where their water bottles were located, June grabs her drink but doesn’t open it, instead, she just admires the object between both of her hands.

“Debut”; a word that every single trainee gets prepared to hear, and it usually means good news. It means that your hard work has finally paid off, that you’re going to show the world what you’re capable of.

A word that Minjun only has heard, but it was never directed to her.

He’s debuting in a year, and he just trained for months… must be nice.

“What about you, June?”

“Hmm?”

Taking her out of her deep thoughts, the boy gulps down the rest of his water and cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, a sheepish smile adorning his lips.

“What about you?” he repeats the same question, tilting his head a little, “when are you debuting?”

“Oh–“

Yeah, “oh.”

“–Uhm,” the girl hesitates for a second, shrugging and trying to smile again, “I don’t know, uhm, actually this is my second year as a trainee, but— but I’m sure that, maybe when I go back to Korea, I’ll get put in a line-up!”

The boy nods excitedly, giving her a thumbs up. “I’m sure your company will debut you soon! You’re really talented!”

June lights up upon hearing this, and before she can answer, a call of her name makes the both of them turn their gazes to where the voice is coming from.

It was Minjun’s manager.

“Minjun-ah, it’s time to go!”

She looks up at the clock hanging up on the wall, widening her eyes at seeing that her lessons are already over. She sighs.

“Coming!”

“We’ll be waiting for you outside!”

She just nods, looking again at the taller boy in front of her. He gives her a toothy grin, nodding.

“I guess we’ll keep seeing each other, right?”

She giggles, “I come to this studio three times a week, tomorrow I have lessons on a different one,” she adds, the boy’s shoulders dropping at hearing that. “But! wait, does your company let you use a phone?” He nods, “give me your number and your kakaotalk id! We can keep communicating there!”

“Of course!”

Minjun runs towards her bag, takes out a tiny notebook and her glittery gel pink pen and hands it out to the boy, making him laugh.

After the exchange of numbers, she waves goodbye to the boy and high-fives with him, making a promise on seeing each other again.

Minjun starts walking away, eyeing the boy’s cute handwriting and— wait.

She doesn’t even know his name!

“Hey!” She runs back quickly, taking out the pen, the boy looking at her in expectation. “What’s your name?”

The boy can’t help but start laughing, realizing that he never gave her his name, but they spent all day talking and laughing together.

“Jungkook. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

Scribbling it down, she nods and gives him a thumbs up.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook oppa!” Minjun says enthusiastically, walking backwards while waving him goodbye, “hope we can meet again soon!”

And just like that, the girl turns around and starts running towards the main gate, a 14-year-old Jungkook watching her disappear with a smile adorning his features.

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In Our Favor

Part 337

McCoy

McCoy floated on his back in the pool and looked up at the stars he could barely see through the slightly fogged windows. Somewhere nearby Scotty and Robbie were splashing and Leah was swimming a lap.

“How do you think Jim is liking Vulcan?” Robbie was asking when McCoy straightened himself back up in the water.

Scotty shook his head. “Hope he isn’t getting up to trouble.”

“Jim? Ha!” Leah snorted as she joined them. “That’s practically his middle name.” They all grinned.

“I do worry a bit about…,” McCoy trailed off, looking uncertainly at Robbie.

“About T’Pring?” Robbie finished the prince’s thought. “Leah told me ages ago. I wondered about that too when they said Jim was going.”

A small wave of relief went through McCoy. He was glad he didn’t have to explain to his brother in law. Though— he glanced at Scotty— they knew a bit more than Leah and Robbie. Spock’s ‘illness’ early in the semester had taught them more about Vulcan culture than they really needed to know.

“I just hope none of them get hurt,” Scotty said firmly. The rest agreed with nods.

“This is going to be fun!” McCoy said as he pulled a heavy coat from his closet and tossed it on the bed. “I wish it could be like last year and just be us up there, but having everyone will be great too!”

“Last year was fun,” Scotty agreed. “And I’m sure Mum and Granddad will love it.”

“I’m glad Father is taking a break. A good break, not just a day.”

“I know.” Scotty came over and put an arm around McCoy. “And ye know Leah will be right there watching if he works too hard.”

“Thank you,” McCoy said softly, turning his head to kiss his husband. He did still worry about the king working too much and harming his health. McCoy dreaded ever getting another phone call like the one he’d gotten two summers previous.

“How much snow do ye think there is?”

McCoy smiled as he slipped away from Scotty to finish pulling out cold weather clothes.

“Enough to get you back for that snowball fight last year,” he grinned.

“Maybe, maybe,” Scotty smirked. “But I’ve been taking self defense and ye haven’t yet.”

“I learned when I was younger,” McCoy retorted. “I probably don’t need to take it.”

“Ye say, but how often have ye used it?”

McCoy began to frown. “Haven’t needed to. Hopefully won’t.”

“See? Ye’re talking a big game, but ye haven’t put it to use. I’ve been sparring with Aporal every week.”

“You think I can’t fight back?” McCoy stopped packing to look at Scotty. His husband had a twinkle in his eye.

“I think ye can,” Scotty mused slowly. “But maybe I was just looking for a way to pin ye down on the bed.”

McCoy let out a bark of surprised laughter, and Scotty grinned.

“If you wanted to get me in bed you just had to say,” McCoy smiled.

“Fine,” Scotty said. “I want ye in bed.”

“Ok,” McCoy nodded. He picked up the coat he had laid down and dropped it to the side, followed by the bag he had been working on. A moment later Scotty was kissing him and another breathless moment after that Scotty had pushed him backwards onto the bed.

“Aren’t we driving?” Robbie asked Leah as the four young people got out of the car in front of a small shuttle.

“No,” Leah replied. “With all of us it’s easy to just take a quick flight.”

“Too many cars if we drive,” McCoy added. “Security for everyone and all.”

Robbie nodded. “Makes sense.”

“And we’ll be there sooner,” Leah said, as she took Robbie’s arm and snuggled into his side.

“Gross,” McCoy teased and grabbed for Scotty’s hand.

Leah stuck her tongue out at him.

“Behave yourselves,” Eleanor called from the shuttle ramp.

“We are,” McCoy said quickly. He pulled Scotty along to get in front of Leah and Robbie.

“Let’s have a nice vacation dear,” Eleanor said as McCoy reached her. “Be nice to your sister.”

“Always am,” McCoy grinned and led the way into the private shuttle.

Part 338

Scotty

"It's so nice to be back here," said Scotty as Leonard and he entered their room in the chalet and put their things down.

The Scotsman looked around the beautiful, huge room with fascination. For him, it was always like walking into a newly refurbished hotel room, but he knew that living like this had been part of Leonard's everyday life. With staff and personal chefs and all the trimmings. A luxury that not too many people were allowed to enjoy. And yet Leonard had never let his royal origins show, had always been down to earth. It was probably because of his family. Nobody in the royal family of Georgiares was arrogant or snobby. And that was precisely the reason why Scotty loved them so much and was glad to have become part of this family.

"I just hope this trip doesn't end up like the last one." Sighing, Leonard stepped over to the window and looked down the snow-covered slopes. Scotty followed his example and joined him, wrapping his arms around his husband from behind. He placed his head on Leonard's shoulder.

"Aye. I hope so too."

The couple remembered their last trip to the chalet very clearly. Leah had had an accident while snowboarding and some reporters had taken photos of her and a very worried Robbie. There had been a lot of rumors afterwards and it had been a really stressful time not just for their siblings, but also for themselves.

Leonard sighed once more before turning in Scotty's arms and giving him a kiss.

"Best not to even think about anything bad happening, right?"

Scotty nodded with a smile.

"Right," he agreed. "We'd better unpack our things and then join the others. I'm sure the tea will already be made and the cookies baked."

"Hmm." Leonard leaned forward to breathe the next words into Scotty's ear. "And I was hoping we could spend some time in bed."

A mischievous smile tugged at Scotty's lips, but he just shook his head.

"Later, mo ghràdh, later. After all, we've got all night."

The whole family had already gathered in the cozy, large living room to enjoy a nice hot tea together when Leonard and Scotty joined them. Only one person was missing. Scotty looked around searchingly.

"Where's Robbie?"

Leah just shrugged her shoulders.

"He said he'd be right over. He just wanted to put a few things in the closet. I told him it could wait, but he insisted on doing it right away."

"If the lad doesn't hurry, the tea will get cold," Alasdair muttered and Scotty, who was still standing anyway, said he'd go and check on Robbie. Putting away a few things couldn't be that important, could it?

"Robbie, whats taking ye so –" Scotty had only knocked briefly on the door to Leah and Robbie's room before he opened it and looked in. The sight that greeted him took him by surprise and his eyes immediately widened.

Robbie was standing in the middle of the room, a small casket in his hand. When he saw the look on his brother's face, he immediately turned bright red.

"What the– Monty! Close the door! Now!" hissed the younger Scott brother energetically and Scotty quickly stepped inside and followed his brother's instructions.

His eyes remained glued to the casket.

"Is that what I think it is?"

Robbie just sighed and nodded. Scotty couldn't believe it.

"Oh my– Robbie, ye're far too young!"

The response the older brother received from the younger one was a snort.

"Ye're one to talk. Who got married at 18?"

Scotty blinked in surprise, but he had to admit that his brother was right about that.

"It's just... are ye sure? I mean... that's a very big step and–"

Robbie nodded firmly.

"I am. I've never been more certain about anything else in my whole life, a bhràthair. And... I hope that ye will stand by my side."

Slowly, Scotty walked over to his brother and grabbed him by his shoulders. A soft smile formed on his lips as he looked at the lad who had always been someone he had wanted to protect and take care of. His wee brother had really turned into a grown young man. But that didn't change anything about the fact that Scotty was his big brother.

"Aye. Of course I will. If ye think it's the right time... then it is. And I will do anything in my power to help ye."

Robbie smiled back. His lips were trembling, but he didn't cry. Instead he hugged his brother tightly.

"Well then, how about ye help me find a hiding place for this casket?"

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I was goin thru ur blog n i saw a poll about who draco bullies n ron won but doesn't ron always start first whenever draco comes? isnt dracos focus only on harry n draco only focus on ron if he started on draco i read it from another blog long ago

also i saw ur answer to anons ask about ron deserving better n reblog about percy i also dont get how ron deserves better if compared to better friends maybe he does but overall ron is bad too lyk w how he treats percy despite percy caring for him the most, displays bout of jealousies n belittles others n hypocritical w muggles n pure blood beliefs

Hey anon. I don't want to be a jerk but please improve your writing expression. Reading this gave me a headache.

Anyway, let's get into it.

doesn't ron always start first whenever draco comes? isnt dracos focus only on harry n draco only focus on ron if he started on draco

Nope. I love Draco but I can't excuse his sins. While I believe Hermione and Harry are not as victimized by Draco as fandom claims, I can't say the same for Ron. I am struggling to think of a time when Ron attacked Draco first unprovoked, except for the scene in DH where Ron punched a defenceless Draco.

If you want, here are some examples of Draco provoking Ron and not (solely) focusing on Harry:

Book 5, Ch 21

“I’m surprised so many people could see them,” said Ron. “Three in a class —” “Yeah, Weasley, we were just wondering,” said a malicious voice nearby. Unheard by any of them in the muffling snow, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were walking along right behind them. “D’you reckon if you saw someone snuff it you’d be able to see the Quaffle better?” He, Crabbe, and Goyle roared with laughter as they pushed past on their way to the castle and then broke into a chorus of “Weasley Is Our King.” Ron’s ears turned scarlet.

Book 4, Ch 11

“We saw him right up close, as well,” said Ron. “We were in the Top Box —” “For the first and last time in your life, Weasley.” Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer. Evi- dently they had overheard the conversation through the compart- ment door, which Dean and Seamus had left ajar. “Don’t remember asking you to join us, Malfoy,” said Harry coolly. “Weasley . . . what is that?” said Malfoy, pointing at Pigwid- geon’s cage. A sleeve of Ron’s dress robes was dangling from it, swaying with the motion of the train, the moldy lace cuff very obvious. Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled. “Look at this!” said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Ron’s robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle, “Weasley, you weren’t thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean — they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety. . . .” “Eat dung, Malfoy!” said Ron, the same color as the dress robes as he snatched them back out of Malfoy’s grip. Malfoy howled with derisive laughter; Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly. “So . . . going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There’s money involved as well, you know . . . you’d be able to afford some decent robes if you won. . . .” “What are you talking about?” snapped Ron. “Are you going to enter?” Malfoy repeated. “I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?” “Either explain what you’re on about or go away, Malfoy,” said Hermione testily, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4. A gleeful smile spread across Malfoy’s pale face. “Don’t tell me you don’t know?” he said delightedly. “You’ve got a father and brother at the Ministry and you don’t even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago . . . heard it from Cor- nelius Fudge. But then, Father’s always associated with the top people at the Ministry. . . . Maybe your father’s too junior to know about it, Weasley . . . yes . . . they probably don’t talk about impor- tant stuff in front of him. . . .” Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared. Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered.

For all Draco is obsessed with Harry, there are several times where he ignores Harry and focuses on making Ron miserable.

also i saw ur answer to anons ask about ron deserving better n reblog about percy i also dont get how ron deserves better if compared to better friends

I literally don't understand what you are saying.

maybe he does but overall ron is bad too lyk w how he treats percy despite percy caring for him the most, displays bout of jealousies n belittles others n hypocritical w muggles n pure blood beliefs

I never said Ron was not flawed. Yes, Ron treats Percy badly and he has moments of ugly jealousy. But it does not lessen my opinion that Ron is a better friend to Hermione and Harry than they are to him. I wish he had another love interest and another best friend. To me, Ron is the most lovable of the three. He's also pretty relatable to me. Not sure how Ron is hypocritical about muggles?? Yeah, the Weasleys have their own prejudices, such as their scorn for squibs but Arthur is the main culprit for treating muggles like zoo animals, not Ron. Ron does not hold any major bigoted pureblood beliefs that I can recall.

I like Ron a lot, he's my favourite of the trio. And I doubt anything will change that.

#pro ron weasley #ron weasley #ron weasley deserves better #draco malfoy #harry potter series #anon ask #anon

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Broken Toys - Johanna Mason x fem reader (Chapter 21)

Chapter 1

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“How's Johanna doing?”, Katniss asked me during training.

The others could not keep up with our shooting skills.

“She's mostly asleep”, I enlightened her. “I feel guilty. I should stay with her instead of training and going to war. She trained so hard to join the battle and now she's not allowed to and to top it all I leave her behind again to fight alongside you. The last time I did that, she ended up in the Capitol”, I burst out and missed my shot.

Katniss took my gun from me. “Maybe you should put that aside when you're upset”, she advised me. “Did you talk with her about it? Honestly is it possible for you to talk to her without it ending in a discussion?”

“Johanna can be considerate. But the sedatives are suppressing her emotions. She can't think clearly. I barely recognize her right now.”

“I know what you mean”, she mumbled.

Peeta.

“You were right when you said that the 76th Hunger Games would be different”, I stated.

She sent me a questioning look.

“We're up against more opponents and not against children. Everyone has decided to fight and hasn't been forced to. There can be more than one survivor and this year we can turn into true victors not just survivors.”

“And Snow is a tribute too”, Katniss added with a smile.

“Exactly. He may have won all the previous games, but his torments have only strengthened us more. It's like he trained us himself to beat him in the end.”

I grinned at that thought and continued training.

My group was actually really good.

Katniss was almost as skilled with her gun as she was with bow and arrow.

Gale was using a special crossbow and Finnick had gotten a special trident from Beetee. It had several special functions. One of them was allowing Finnick's trident to fly back to him, when he pushed a button on his wrist cuff.

Jackson, a middle-aged woman and Bogg's deputy, was able to hit targets we could not even see with the target tube.

The sisters Leeg, both in their twenties, who we called Leeg one and two were looking so similar in their uniforms that I had difficulties identifying them.

Two older men, Mitchell and Homes, did not talk much, but they could shoot everyone the dust off their shoes within a fifty meter distance.

Though other groups were good as well and I was not sure why we were called a special unit, until Plutarch announced that we had a special task of getting filmed.

Three victors in one group. It made sense now. That Katniss did not really protest made me suspicious and I suggested that she was not going to stay with the star unit, how we were called now.

Katniss had always had troubles with taking orders and preferred to act on her own. With her in my unit, I would definitely participate in the battle. So I did not bother myself too much with this special task.

At dinner I noticed that Annie was even more clingy toward Finnick than usually. I could not blame her.

“Don't worry, Annie. We'll look out for each other. After all we're still allies, right playboy?”, I used Johanna's nickname for him.

“Sure, newbie”, he teased me back.

“Will I ever lose that status?”

“When whole Panem is enveloped in summer and the snow has vanished”, he joked making me roll my eyes with a smile.

After dinner Annie stopped me to talk to me alone.

“I won't stop Finnick if you want to ask me that”, I clarified.

She shook her head. “No. I'm … pregnant. You're the only one who knows.”

I enveloped her in a hug. “Congratulations!”

We smiled at each other.

“I can't tell him. It would hold him back. But since the last meeting a few days ago, he seems so unsettled. He tries to hide it, but it only worries me more. Do you know anything?”

I took a deep breath. What was I supposed to do now? Lying to her felt wrong. I had not told Johanna yet, too.

“We volunteered for the next Hunger Games”, I burst out before I could change my mind.

“What?” Annie became pale.

“If we win, this will be the final games. Snow is a tribute, too. Katniss, Finnick and me. We're still allies. We're a great team and experienced. We'll figure a way out of this. Annie, we can all win”, I tried soothing her.

“But you should talk to him”, I added. “Finnick should know that you're pregnant, but still support his determination to fight. It'll motivate him even more to return. And I promise you to look out for him.”

She nodded. “Thanks, (f/n).”

When Annie left, I felt exhausted. Telling her had worked out pretty well, but Johanna would be a different story. Due to the sedatives I did not even know which reaction to expect. And telling her the truth in her state only to leave the next day appeared cruel to me. But to keep it a secret was not fair either. Honestly I was surprised that I had not broken down yet.

“Hey, Jo”, I greeted her.

For once she was awake and she was looking better rested.

“Tomorrow's the day”, she mumbled back, her eyes locked on the bundle of pine needles she was holding in her hands.

“I'm sorry.”

“You know that I hate pity”, she spat out glaring at me.

But I simply shook my head. “And you know that I don't pity you. I'm sorry because I didn't tell you the whole story.”

She cocked an eyebrow at me.

I closed the door and sat down on the chair. “The streets in the Capitol are covered in pots triggering different attacks. It's like the arena. Therefore Katniss, Finnick and I are calling it the 76th Hunger Games.”

I could not read the expression on Johanna's face. It looked like she was about to cry. “Another round of games, huh?”

She started laughing like a maniac. “If I weren't a victor myself, I'd be shocked. But Snow's always surpassing our worst expectations.”

“Jo, I ...”

“No, it's alright. I'm bloody angry, but I won't hold you back. I heard them calling you the best sniper of Panem. Make Snow pay!”

I mirrored her grin and leaned in to kiss her.

To my surprise the nightmares left me alone this night. Probably because they could not keep up with reality anyway.

The next morning I said goodbye to Johanna, Annie and my family.

I had not told my family what I was about to face once again. The fourth Hunger Games with a family member participating in only five years. I did not want to provide these news to them. It was worse enough that I was going to war.

A hovercraft brought our group to district 12. Then we were transported by a freight wagon stuffed with countless soldier in gray uniforms.

It took us several days until we arrived at the tunnels, which led through the mountains toward the Capitol.

Six more hours of marching later the field camp of the rebels was finally in sight. The rebels had dispelled the peacekeepers, who had regrouped more at the center of the city leaving countless temptingly empty streets between them and us. At least seemingly empty. After all we knew about the pods we had to overcome.

After three days our group threatened to die out of boredom. We had nothing to do but to film more videos of us shooting at random things. After all we could not purposely destroy the pods in front of the camera if we did not want Snow to know that we had the holo.

Whenever an actual sniper was needed the raised hands of Katniss, Gale, Finnick and me were completely ignored.

On the morning of the fourth day Leeg two suddenly hit an unidentified pod triggering an arrow rain. One of the arrows hit her head killing her before the paramedics could reach her.

Plutarch promised us a quick replacement. It infuriated me how he was talking about the death of a person like a destroyed part of a machine. But he was always keeping the end result in mind and was ready to sacrifice lives for that. A person without such a determination could have never been a gamemaster in the first place. So I could not blame him.

But when I heard Leeg one crying inside her tent at night, it broke my heart.

I made my way over to her and got inside without waiting for approval.

“I know how it is to lose a sister”, I whispered.

Her teary, broken eyes bored into mine. Was that how I had looked after Rue's death?

I hugged her the whole night in a desperate attempt to comfort her.

Plutarch had not lied as he had promised a quick replacement. On the next evening Peeta arrived earning a mixture of shock, confusion and rejection from our group.

What was Plutarch thinking? Instead of chains Peeta was wearing a gun!

Boggs immediately took Peeta's weapon and called the command center.

“It won't change anything. Coin sent me here herself. She thinks that the propos need more thrill”, Peeta declared.

Suspicion filled my entire being. Did Coin want to kill us, especially Katniss after all?

I thought back to the memories I had off her. How she had saved my family to make me concentrate on the riots in 11. Back then she had appeared as my savior, but actually she had just used me due to my role as a victor and Rue's sister.

Then the fact that she had threatened Katniss that the deal of sparing the captives would be off if Katniss made one mistake.

And when I had requested, almost pleaded her to rescue the captives, she had proclaimed it as too risky and dangerous. But it had not been a problem to rescue them when Katniss could not keep up with her role as the mockingjay anymore.

Coin had not once acted out of kindness or sympathy. She had always done everything to achieve her goal, no matter what. She had pushed us to our breaking point without a sense of empathy. We were mere pawns to her.

Why had I not realized that sooner? I had jumped from the game board of one person to another.

Katniss was unpredictable. Due to Katniss all victors had become a threat to Snow and now Coin considered us a threat as well. Because she could not control us. Because we were desperate. Because we knew what it meant to take risks. That you could only win that way.

I had never wasted a thought on what would happen after the war. Like I had never wasted a thought what would happen after my previous games. In the end I would have never been able to foresee any of that anyway, but now I could not help but wonder.

Coin would declare herself as the leader of the rebellion, the supporter of the mockingjay who had done everything to free the country. I did not like the thought of her as the new leader of Panem. She was manipulative and reckless like Snow. She had achieved it that we had supported her.

Were we jumping from one misery to the next right now?

The whistle announcing dinner ripped me out of my thoughts.

The atmosphere was terrible. Katniss was extremely hostile toward Peeta. I could not blame her for that. After all her gentle and caring fiance had tried to kill her and insulted her the whole time after that. But it was not his fault either. It had not been him talking and acting.

After dinner the temperature decreased and we were all freezing. Autumn was not the best time for camping. As our tents were not keeping the cold outside anyway, I decided to sleep under the stars.

Finnick trotted over to me and opened his sleeping back with a bright smile. “Come over”, he encouraged me.

“You want to share your sleeping bag?”

“I want to share both of our sleeping bags and our body temperature. I know that you're also freezing.”

I hesitated.

“Come on! Johanna isn't here and Annie wouldn't mind. I'm a happily married man”, he persuaded me.

I laid down next to him and put my sleeping bag over us. Honestly it was comforting.

“Did Annie tell you?”

“Yeah. I still can't believe that I'm becoming a dad.”

“Hope you're not mad at me for telling her the truth.”

He shook his head. “She deserved it just as much as I deserved it. But we should sleep now. We're in the arena again, remember? We have to guard over Peeta in the early morning”, he reminded me making me smile slightly.

“At least we don't have to worry about food and water supplies”, he added.

“And now that Peeta is here I don't think Katniss will leave us behind”, I noted. “And she can be sure that we're her allies. So hopefully our alliance should not crumble this time.”

These games would be different. It was either win or die. Though I was not sure who the true enemy was anymore.

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Get to know me ask game

@pandasmagorica and @waitmyturtles both tagged me with slightly different versions. I'm going with @waitmyturtles' version, but as @pandasmagorica pointed out, bolding alone doesn't show up with screen readers, so I've added "bolded" to the ones I've bolded (and sometimes a modifier).

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair (no, but did as a child) // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (bolded) // I have one or more piercings (bolded - but I only have them in my ears) // I have at least one tattoo (bolded - three) // I have dyed or highlighted my hair (no - but did previously) // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces (bolded, though I'm unsure if the removable kind I had counts as "braces" or if it's called something else) // I sunburn easily (bolded - my only available skin colours are boiled codfish or boiled crabfish) // I have freckles (bolded - but my other moles/beauty spots are more visible, I'm a freaking star chart) // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards (bolded - sometimes! It depends on which side of my head I need to protect from the sun)

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument (bolded - several, but not well) // I am artistic // I know more than one language (bolded - I have studied about a dozen, but am only fluent in two) // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition (bolded - but not any impressive ones *g*) // I can cook or bake without a recipe (bolded) // I know how to swim (bolded - I love swimming) // I enjoy writing (bolded - though perhaps it's more true to say I enjoy having written *g*) // I can do origami (bolded - sure, simple things like boxes) // I prefer movies to tv shows (bolded - but honestly, it's both, and as much of both as I have time for) // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing (bolded - I used to be in choirs back when I had the time) // I could survive in the wild on my own (italics - yes, I know it's cheating, but... how long are we talking here? Which wilds? What's the weather? I was a girl scout, but I was never a very good one.) // I have read a new book series this year (bolded - not a whole series, but I read the two first books in Jenny Jägerfeld's series about Sigge just last week) // I enjoy spending time with friends (bolded - not every day, though) // I travel during work or school breaks (bolded - a little bit, not very far. This summer, I made it to the next county over.)// I can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year (bolded - sooo much longer than that!) // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years (bolded - I have known most of my friends longer than ten years. It's what happens at my age.) // my parents are together (bolded - 54 years of marriage and counting) // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (bolded - I guess I do sometimes? Not as a habit, I don't think.) // I have made an online friend (bolded - several) // I met up with someone I have met online (bolded - more than once, including that time I went across the Atlantic for it!)

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell (bolded - but it was a long time ago) // I have watched the sun rise (bolded - I remember especially Easter mornings in my youth) // I enjoy rainy days// I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach (bolded - but I like the forest even more) // I know what snow tastes like (bolded - though the first thing that came to mind when I saw this was "never eat yellow snow") // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms (bolded - I do rather, as long as I'm inside!) // I enjoy cloud watching (bolded - but I don't do it habitually the way I did as a teen) // I have attended a bonfire (yes, but it's been a few years, I really should go out for Valborg next year!) // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths (italics - sometimes, if the weather's nice and it's not longer than four or five miles) // autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle (bolded) // I am the mom friend (absolutely not, which is why it's unfortunate that I work in a school. I hate telling people what to do.) // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities (bolded - though that doesn't really exist as an adult, does it? But I volunteer for OTW translation and for a local film festival, I guess that counts.) // I enjoy Mexican food (Italics - I don't think I've ever eaten genuine Mexican food. I like tacos well enough? Don't usually cook it, though.) // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep (bolded - and at all other times) // I sing in the shower (bolded - and at other times too) // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

Tagging some mutuals who have appeared in my notes lately, apologies if anyone has already been tagged by others: @lena221bee @ryfkah @birdisland @shampoot @naapurinkissa @beccaelizabeth315 @pocket-elf @vierran45 @twiceturned

#tag game #get to know me

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hey-michael-young-history · 2 years

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The girls try to figure out who this mysterious boy is 🤔

“Soooo… you hit a robot with your water and then he came out?” Makaira asked, crossing her arms and blowing a bubble as she stood over the unconscious boy in the bed.

“That’s what I remember,” Lì-Yán whispered, sipping from her thermos. That whole thing happened a few days ago, but she was still so dehydrated. “That’s what Bófù said happened.”

“That’s weird. Everything is so weird lately,” Makaira sighed.

“I know. I think it’s because my powers—”

“It’s not you, Li-Li, it’s just a coincidence. I mean… That’s what we’re here to find out, right?”

“Maybe this is a bad idea, Kai…” If Takeda or Jacqui or Bófù or Uncle Jax or worst of all, her parents, found out that they were doing this, they might not get to do the summer apprenticeship with the Special Forces. Makaira was really looking forward to that and she’d be so upset if they couldn’t do it.

“They’re never gonna tell us what’s actually going on,” Makaira complained. “Yesterday Mama and Papa were talking about something big going on in Seido. I asked them what country that was and they told me to stop eavesdropping.”

“What is Seido?” Lì-Yán asked.

“I looked it up but it’s like knives and karate. They were definitely talking about a place. Sometimes Uncle Johnny thinks about the time they went to a place with a purple sky. Out of this world, or something.”

“You’re not supposed to use your powers on people without permission,” Lì-Yán gasped.

Makaira sighed and touched the boy’s head as her eyes glowed. Lì-Yán was her best friend, her favorite sister, but God, she could be such a baby. If she didn’t read this boy’s mind now, they’d never know who he was. She’d already heard Aunt Cassie talking about moving him to the Special Forces before he woke up.

Her fingers trembled as they touched the cool skin of his forehead. She had never seen a boy her age asleep. She scowled as her face heated up. He was no different than all of the other dumb boys she knew. Especially Alpha boys. Alpha boys were the dumbest. All they wanted to do was fight, especially when they found out who she was. And this dumb boy had attacked her friend. So they needed to know who he was.

It was her duty, since he had attacked her Omega friend. Alphas had to protect Omegas. So she had to read his mind and see what he wanted. Since she had to stand here and do this… at least he was okay to look at.

His face moved a little, towards her touch. She squeaked and snatched her hand back.

“We should go,” Lì-Yán urged.

“No, he just surprised me! I can do it!” Makaira insisted.

She reached forward again, this time brushing the loose bangs from his face and pressing her hand over his entire face.

“He has to breathe!” Lì-Yán whispered.

It would be for just a second. Makaira’s hand began to glow as she concentrated her energy on this boy and who he was.

He had lived fifteen years but she couldn’t see the years in a straight line. That was weird. She had only seen that once, when Pop Pop Jax let her read his mind.

And his mind was so empty. Usually, it was hard to navigate minds because there were so many. At least, the first memory was usually the easiest to find but Makaira could barely find any. His mind was dark and disorienting . Was it because he was unconscious?

He must be a Beta, Makaira reasoned. She still had a hard time reading Betas. There was no scent to follow, she couldn’t concentrate on grounding herself in their minds.

The memories she could see… she recognized some of the places as cities in Japan, just kind of old. Then everything was clouded and dark until she saw snow. And buildings like… like the Lin Kuei Palace. But really, really old and really, really ugly.

Then she saw a boy that looked like Uncle Bi-Han. No, he was Uncle Bi-Han. Really young. But… how could this boy know Uncle Bi-Han when he was small—

“Makaira! Help! Help!”

“N-no,” Makaira gasped. She couldn’t feel her body, couldn’t find his. But she was falling now.

Until she felt a force grabbing her shirt and yanking her straight.

Hi. Wow, you are a nice face to wake up to.

Makaira blindly grabbed for something to steady herself as she blinked away the blinding light and the dizziness that had disoriented her. She growled and swatted at the hands grabbing her.

Nice try, psychic girl.

Who are you? Makaira thought desperately. She wasn’t leaving until she had some kind of answer.

MAKAIRA VERA TAKAHASHI

She listlessly turned her head, but she was still blinded.

WAKE UP WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU WAKE UP PLEASE WAKE UP PLEASE STOP THIS

The frantic call was punctuated with a familiar scent, fiery and fresh, like wood.

She followed the scent and slowly regained feeling in her body. When she was finally able to see, her vision focused on the man clutching her tightly. There were other people around them, trying to check on her. Her pulse, her oxygen saturation, her blood pressure - like they always did when she used her powers without supervision and got trapped.

But this time, when the Lin Kuei medical people tried to touch her, she heard a ferocious growl surrounding them and pheromones so intense, she wanted to sleep.

“Kai, Kai, Kai.” Over and over, in her ear, the oxygen in her blood, filling her heart.

“Papa, Dad— Daddy,” she said hoarsely.

Finally, he loosened his hold and looked at her, anger still all over his face, tears rolling down his jaw. “What the hell were you thinking?”

She tried to speak but he pulled her into another tight embrace and she could feel him sobbing.

“Takeda, she’s okay.”

Now she could see Mama. Mama was trying to pry them apart, but it only made him hold on tighter.

“You can’t just— you have to—” Do you know how dangerous that was? You don’t know what his state of mind is— his vitals started dropping while you were there. If he died, you would have…

His pheromones were still so intense, hostile to everyone around them and heavy with relief. His anger and grief were paralyzing her. She had never seen him like this. Mama got this mad sometimes and her father got worried but she had never seen either of them get this scary.

“Daddy,” she said again, patting his back.

He was so upset. But she was fine, he was worried about nothing. That boy, he wasn’t going to die.

Because she could see him sitting up and staring back at her.

#mk omegaverse #Makaira Takahashi #Lì-Yán Hasashi #mk hydro #takeda takahashi #jacqui briggs #dad mode takeda #ALL OUT WAR!?

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Day 11: Brucenat on holiday with the Bartons

“Bruce!” Natasha called. She was tugging on her shoes, hair falling into her face, when she collided with her husband. She laughed as he steadied her. “Hey.”

Bruce smiled at her. “What did you call me for?” he asked.

“We are going to be late,” Nat reminded him. “Not that Clint or Laura cares, but the kids do, so–” she looked up and fastened her scarf around her neck. “It’s Christmas.”

“Yeah.” Bruce stood by the door. “I’ve got Bob and everything in the jet. It’s warmed up. We are going to the mountain house, where we’re meeting our proteges, the Barton family, and Clint’s protege, plus Yelena. Sounds like it?”

“Yes.” Natasha drew her scientist in for a kiss before leading them outside and locking the door. “Let’s go.”

The two (plus their dog, Bob) arrived at the house in the mountains that Tony gave them a few years ago. It was a huge log cabin-esque mansion complete with a frozen-over lake in the back, whether for swimming in the summer or skating in the winter.

Every time Natasha went there, she had to stop herself from pausing to marvel at the place before her. It really was a beautiful house, especially with the snow blanketing the building and the fairy lights twinkling in the early sunset.

Natasha grabbed her bags as she smiled at the Hulk’s short visit out to help haul in the presents. To think this would all have been impossible at some point… she shook her head and went inside.

“Natasha!” Laura smiled as she greeted her friend. “I missed you. Can I grab your bags?”

“Ha. No.” Nat rolled her eyes as she navigated her way up the stairs. “Our usual room?”

“Yep.” Laura followed her up. “You and Bruce are in the yellow room. Clint and I are taking the white one, Kate and Yelena are taking the purple one with Lila, Nate and Cooper are sharing the green room, and Peter and MJ are taking the blue room.”

Natasha glanced at Laura with a smile. “Those two are rooming now? A big step,” she commented.

“Yeah,” her friend agreed. “And to think they used to be squeamish about hugging each other.”

“Now they’re sharing a bed.” Nat sighed. “We are getting old.”

“Oh, come one, Nat,” Laura said. “I’m so much older than you. You’re what, 40? I’m 57! You’re not even the age I had Nate!”

Natasha sighed, toting her bags through the doorway. “Fine, Mom,” she muttered.

“Nat!”

She turned and grinned at her friend. “Yes, Mom?”

Laura threw up her hands. “I give up.” She walked out to the hallway as Natasha followed her. “You’re impossible.”

Natasha grinned and hooked her arm through her friend’s. Once she got downstairs, she was immediately ambushed by Nathaniel Barton, who was being pursued by his two siblings, Lila, and Cooper.

“Dad’s making cookies,” Lila informed Natasha. “Kate and Yelena are in there probably hogging all the good ones so we just came here to say hi. Now we have to go.” She tapped Nate, who was still hugging Nat, to get him to release his godmother and return to the cookies.

Nat watched them go. “Are our MIT students here yet?” she asked Laura as they went into the living room.

“Oh, no.” Laura shook her head. “They phoned ahead, said that they had to finish up their stuff. They’ll be here in an hour or so.”

Natasha shifted to face her friend on the couch. “Hey, thanks for inviting us.”

“It’s your house, Nat.” Laura laughed.

“Yeah, but still.”

Natasha’s gaze drifted to the huge tree in the foyer, where Bruce was lying on the floor next to a pile of presents. She went over to her husband and squatted down beside him. “Hey, doc,” she teased.

Bruce chuckled lightly. “Hi.” He sat up. “Back problems.”

She smiled and sat down next to him. “Peter and MJ aren’t here yet.”

“Sad, I was hoping to see them before the Hawkeye family demolishes all the cookies.”

An hour later, Natasha and Bruce were jolted awake by the students they were talking about.

“Hey, Ms. Romanoff,” MJ said with a smile. She looked over to Peter, who was in a rapid discussion with Nate about… something. “Peter, come back here.”

He finished his conversation with Nathaniel and walked over, slinging an arm around his girlfriend, the other hand holding a mug of hot chocolate. “Ms. Romanoff, Dr. Banner,” he greeted happily. “Nice nap?”

Natasha rolled her eyes and helped Bruce get up. “Are you two sleeping together?” she asked the couple.

Peter choked on his drink. “What– no–” he spluttered. “Of course not!”

MJ frowned at him. “You make it sound like a bad thing,” she said.

“MJ–”

“I meant sharing a room,” Natasha interjected. She saw the relief on Peter’s face. “Relax.”

He smiled nervously. “Right.”

Bruce took Nat’s hand gently and guided her to the living room. “Let’s sit down and catch up,” he suggested.

The four of them sat down on the couch.

“So how’s MIT treating the two of you?” the scientist asked. “Everything going well?”

Peter glanced at MJ, who nodded. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s been great.”

“Just…” MJ shrugged. “Exams.”

“Right,” Bruce replied.

Kate came running in. “Clint’s getting chased down by Yelena!” she yelled. She ran out the other way as Clint himself came rushing in.

He had a look of panic on his face as he addressed Natasha. “Nat, your sister’s crazy.”

“I know,” she replied.

Yelena jumped Clint out of nowhere. “More cookies,” she demanded. “Now.”

“They’re in the oven!” he yelped. “Just wait a bit!”

Kate stuck her head back in. “You were just going to put siracha on it anyways, ‘Lena.” She laughed.

Yelena frowned. “And?”

“Never mind.”

“Dad!” Lila’s voice came through from the kitchen. “Cooper stole my bow!”

“Coming!” Clint huffed as Yelena let go of him. He jogged slowly back into the kitchen.

Laura passed her husband as he left the room. “Anyone want more hot chocolate?” she asked with a smile, even as one of her children screamed and a fire erupted in the kitchen behind her. “We have cinnamon and nutmeg if you want to add stuff. No peppermint though,” she added.

“Clint Barton, the cookies are burning!” Yelena yelled.

“I don’t care anymore!” said the grown man.

“Care or I will make you care, you arrow-toting mudak!”

“You beat me up last year!”

“Take the cookies out or I will do it again, Barton!”

Natasha sighed. “Never a dull moment here, huh?” she said.

Laura smiled. “Nope.”

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sailor-aviator · 11 months

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Til the Summer Comes Again Teaser

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Series CW: Magic, Winter Sprites, Past Trauma, Talks of Death, Winter Themes, Demon-like Entities, Violence, Torture, Sacrifice, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Smut, Age Gap (Bob is centuries old). Think that about covers it. Chapters will have individual warnings.

A/N: Here is the project I'm most excited for!! As always with the teasers, this scene and subject matter may change once I actually get around to writing it. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are encouraged and appreciated! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I will be updating my fics as well!

Masterlist || Robert "Bob" Floyd Tag List

"It's going to sound dumb," you mumbled, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Bob didn't think he'd ever get tired of the site. Warmth was such a new concept to him, and he was addicted to the way it radiated off of you.

"Humor me," he murmured, reaching his hand out to brush the hair out of your face. You smiled sheepishly at him, shifting in your spot on the couch.

"Well," you began, fingers fidgeting in your lap, "The nightmares started a few years ago. They weren't anything horrible at first, but recently they've just been getting worse and worse."

"Worse how?"

"Like," you hesitated, "like they seem so real now. Like the shadows that chase me might actually hurt me."

"Shadows?" Bob questioned, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

You nodded. "Yeah. They were just flashes in the beginning, but now there's a man who seems like he's made of shadows himself. He watches me, always appearing no matter how far I run."

You paused, chewing on your bottom lip.

"He scares me," you admitted quietly. Bob felt anger swell up from the very depths of his being. He had a pretty good idea of who or what it was that tormented you, and he swore to himself that he wouldn't rest until you were safe.

"I don't know what this means," you continued. "I'm not even sure it means anything, but..."

You pulled back the sleeve of your sweater to reveal a large, dark bruise in the shape of a handprint. Bob saw red, the lid on his temper barely holding. Your fingertips ran lightly over the mark.

"This appeared the morning after you left," you frowned. "He was so angry in my dream, and he just grabbed me."

The hold snapped, and a gust of frigid wind raced through the room, the glass on the coffee table freezing before shattering. You jumped with a yelp, staring at what was left of the glass. You scrambled to clean it up, and Bob felt the unforgiving power of ice flow through him as he tried desperately to control his breathing. How dare he lay a hand on you.

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everlyjanewrites · 2 years

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Nothing to Fear

Shower thoughts this morning came to me in the most forceful way. I couldn't turn them off as I was trying to wash the last two weeks of depression and anxiety out of my hair, literally. I kept a secret from my niece this summer, and I didn't realize how soon it would be until she realized it. I talk freely and openly about my love for horror. My entire living area is adorned with posters from Friday the 13th, The Exorcist, IT, Blood Diner, you name it, with various homages to the Universal Monsters and there are clown dolls everywhere. It sounds like a nightmare, but horror has always been an escape for me, and what might be a nightmare to some, is a reminder that I'm not alone in this world that feels like it branded "TRAUMATIZED" across my forehead from the age of seven years old. Over the summer, my brother and his family, which include my three beautiful elementary-aged nieces, came to town for their bi-yearly cross country visit. My middlest niece wanted to explore the room I call my "horror cave" and wasn't entirely excited with some of the findings. "Auntie Jane?" she asked; I could see the cogs turning in her mind, behind her eyes, hazel, reminiscent of that first autumn morning when you wake up and see the hint of leaves beginning to change, forests draped in a cloak of gold, green, and orange. "Does ANYTHING scare you?" I stopped in my tracks. I hadn't expected such a question from this 8 year old who, up until this very moment, would take every opportunity she had, to interrupt and talk over everyone because she just saw a bird in the sky, or remembered a dream that she had six months ago. The curious minds of children will never-not fascinate me. Does anything scare me? I pretended to think really hard for a minute or two. She kept nervously glancing over at a Michael Myers Halloween figure. No. I said no because I wanted this precious and innocent little mind to stay as pure as freshly fallen snow. I said no because I wanted to be that invincible, indestructible hero. I said no because I couldn't bring myself to vocalize the thoughts that eat at the pit of my soul, 24/7, save for the blissful few minutes I'm waking up in the morning, and when I'm toeing the line of wake and sleep at night. I didn't tell her that the monsters in movies are real. Only they don't have bolts coming out of their necks, eight feet tall with green skin. They don't arrive in UFOs, beamed down to return us to some unknown planet. Monsters are alive and well on this earth and you can so much as hold their hand without realizing it. You can go to the doctor and find that you have a monster inside of you that will dictate how you live your last years, months, days, of life. One day, your heart can just stop, and it takes a bunch of people you don't know yelling strange numbers at each other, to bring you back to earth again. I didn't tell her that one day, I pray that she isn't, but that she could be in the position that I am, watching someone she loves, approach the finish line of their time on this earth, after a battle with one of those previously mentioned monsters.

Creatures in movies might not scare me, but the monsters that have the potential to live within any of us...at any time... they keep me up at night. But we have to keep moving forward. Living with them, within them, living beyond them.

#may be triggering #writeblr #cancer #death and dying #trauma #real life

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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Ghosts

Tim Drake x reader

Warning: grief, maladaptive grieving strategies, alcohol, smut, ghosts

I wrote this probably 3 months ago and just now edited it.

You met Tim Drake at the graveyard. It was a blustery early February day. The snow was on the ground but hadn’t snowed in a few days. A short dry blessing for Gotham. Graveyards were the few places that were treated as sanctuaries that they were. Most people in Gotham knew more than their fair share of loved ones residing in multiple across the city.

You walked down the stone path. In the summer the lazy shade of oak trees covered the path but right now, the bare branches just hung mockingly as they protected only a little from Gotham’s frequently bad winds.

You pulled your coat a little tighter and wished you had grabbed a scarf too. Nevermind, your visit was going to be short. You moved with practiced ease through the tombstones. You knew exactly were they were buried. A delicate iron fence surrounded a small spattering of stones. His family plot.

You walked through the gate to a grave on the right side. A small stone vase was attached to the tombstone. You placed a single white daffodil before standing silently. You had nothing to say. Funny when you miss a final goodbye, you often run out of things to say afterwards. You couldn’t cry. It was too stiff. Too odd. All you could do is sigh deeply before walking out of the yard.

You swiftly walked down the path as you hoped to escape the place that caused so much pain. In your hast, you hadn’t bothered watching for others. People very rarely visited on such cold days. You ran into someone.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped. You’d ran into a man that was clearly grieving. How terribly rude.

“I’m okay,” he said steadying you with a hand on your elbow.

“I’m so sorry to bother you. I’ll let you be,” you said, flushing even in the cold weather.

“Are you alright?” He asked looking at you carefully. You nodded but didn’t move. “Grief is odd, isn’t it? I had to come down here but feel nothing. Not a damn thing.”

You froze. Most people weren’t this honest. “I get it. Grieving sucks. And it never makes any sense, hu?”

“No. It really doesn’t. I think that I’ll come down here and have a deep conversation with him but nothing comes out. I get over here and feel silly talking to a stone,” he said with a sigh. You looked at him. He was about your age and wore a long black peakcoat and a red scarf that whipped in the wind. His clothes were impeccably tailored but looked almost too mature for him. Something a man closer to 30 would wear rather than a guy around 20. Black hair, icy blue eyes. A little bit of a natural sarcastic smile.

“Sometimes the words come when I sit for a while,” you offered.

“Do you- do you mind if I ask who you were visiting? Not their name but who they were to you? You don’t have to. I just wonder,” he said. You hesitated before speaking.

“My boyfriend. He was my boyfriend. And you?”

“My best friend,” he said. “I don’t visit enough. Not near enough.”

“I understand. I’ll let you be then. So you can talk to them instead,” you said carefully. Most people wanted quiet alone time with their dead loved ones. Unlike you. You felt a sense of relief. At least your ghosts weren’t speaking to you when there was someone there.

“Please don’t,” he said quickly. Perhaps not. Maybe you weren’t the only one haunted by ghosts, even if his was more metaphorical. “I just hate being here alone. You don’t have to stay. I’m just a weirdo asking you to hang around a random grave.”

“It’s okay. I really hate being here alone too,” you said barely over a whisper. He nodded. “Do you- do you want to talk about them?”

“Him. Not really. He was just so young. To be dead already,” he said. You looked at the headstone. Yes 22 was far too young to be in the ground. You didn’t say anything.

“I’ll wake up and forget he’s dead sometimes,” he said playing with his fingers roughly. “And it’s like he dies all over again.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll have a dream so vivid that it’s like he’s back. Sleeping can be so cruel, can’t it?” You said, feeling your throat tighten a little.

“It’s the worst. I just see his death over and over. I think my mind hates me sometime,” he admitted before gulping. You nodded again. You didn’t trust your voice not to break and you could bear to cry.

“You’re freezing,” he said suddenly, looking at you. “Here,” he offered you his scarf and put it around your neck before you could truly protest. His soft cologne invaded your senses. “Do you want get a drink? Or a coffee?”

“I could use a drink,” you answered and he nodded. He kicked the dirt with the tip of his shoes.

“There’s a little pub around the corner. They play cliche Irish music but it’s pretty quiet with good drinks,” he said.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Tim. Yours?” He asked back and you told him your first name. “Drinks? It’s cool if not.”

“Yes. I’m half frozen at this point,” you admitted.

“I can tell. You need to wear more layers,” Tim said with a small smirk.

“Is that Gotham’s version of ‘you’re not from around here?’” You asked. He huffed in amusement.

“Basically. You’re from somewhere warmer,” he said. You shrugged in agreement. “Let’s get going before you freeze.”

“It would be the most ironic place to die,” you responded. He shook his head but didn’t seem upset at your dark humor.

The pub was Irish themed in a way that made you wonder if they did anymore research besides the color green and putting on Flogging Molly which isn’t really Irish anyways. But it was warm and smelled like fried food. You sat in a cramped booth in the back and you couldn’t help but notice just how out of place Tim looked. Everything about him screamed rich and this was a working class bar. Tim didn’t seem to mind though.

“Are you hungry,” he asked and you realized you had a rumbling in your stomach. When was the last time you ate?

“Yeah. I wasn’t hungry until just now,” you commented.

“Yeah I usually force myself to eat,” he said waving over the waiter, a tall skinny guy that looked about 14 with almost white blond hair wet with sweat. You both ordered food and drinks.

“What do you do for a living,” you asked Tim as the food arrived. You were finally warm.

“My job is really boring. I work in investment in a technological corporation,” he said and your eyebrows rose. Tim shedded his coat. “I told you, boring.”

“Sounds... serious,” you said with a little smile and he chuckled. His smile was handsome and he had pretty blue eyes.

“Well, yeah. What do you do? Is your job fun?” He asked in a teasing voice. Even as you smiled back at him, you felt guilty. How could you be happy right now?

“I’m a painter. Or I’d like to be. I mainly design advertisements for companies right now,” you said.

“Painting? That actually sounds fun,” he said a little surprised. “Sorry. I haven’t really been around people since...”

“Yeah. It’s hard to be there when their happy and you’re...” you said. Great. You just made it dark again.

“Yeah...”

“Hey pretty lady,” a drunk man said, sitting next to you in the booth, pushing you closer to the wall. “Have I seen an angel on a star, or whatever.”

“Okay, let’s get going,” Tim said standing up and putting his hand on the guy’s shoulder and the guy shrugged him off. “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“How do you know, rich boy? Maybe she wants to talk to a real man,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t,” you breathed as he leaned towards you. You pulled back against the wall. Tim pulled the man out of the booth. The guy growled and sized Tim up. He must have thought he had a good chance, being at least 4-5 inches taller and 50 lbs or more heavier.

He took a drunken swing at Tim who easily deflected away from him. The man didn’t stop but tried to punch Tim again. When he deflected another attack, the man grew even more red faced and tried to tackle Tim against the table. Before the gasp you made could fully come out, Tim had slipped out of the way and grabbed the back of the man’s neck and popped his face on the table. The man slid down unconscious to lay on the floor.

You stared with your mouth slightly agape. What the hell just happened??

“Are you okay?” Tim asked and you stuttered before assuring him you were. “Then we should probably get going. The bar won’t like this.”

“It’s a pub,” you corrected.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said and you snapped out of it as he grabbed your hand and left out the building before the owner could throw you out. He instead screamed out the door that neither of you could come back. You and Tim ran down the street before stopping at the next block. You laughed loudly and after a confused second, Tim joined. He was still holding your hand.

“That’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” you said loudly before Tim shushed you. “How did you? He didn’t even get one hit in,” you breathed.

“Luck I guess?”

“Not a chance. You do karate or something,” you said, standing way too close to him. He grinned at you.

“Some Krav Maga. A little Jui Jitsu,” Tim said almost shyly and you nodded.

“I’ll pretend to know know what those are,” you said and he chuckled. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem,” Tim said staring at you. You caught him looking down at your lips. He was really handsome and had just saved you. Cliche? Totally. Did you care? No.

You put your arm on his other shoulder, Tim’s free hand slid to hold your waist. He bent until he was just short of kissing you. All you had to do was lean up to kiss him.

“Can I?” He breathed.

“Yes,” you whispered. He pressed his lips against yours. The kiss started gentle but before long Tim’s hand held your jaw as he pushed his tongue in your mouth. You made a little breathy moan. Tim pulled back to catch a breath but still rested his forehead against yours. You grabbed his collar and pulled him back in. He grasped your back and pressed your body against his. You were panting when you finally pulled your lips apart.

“My place is a few blocks away,” you breathed. He gave you a questioning look. “If you, if you wanna come back.” He nodded before giving you a dizzying kiss. “Through this alley and we’ll be there in 2 minutes.”

“You shouldn’t walk through alleys,” he said before giving you another kiss. You pulled him along.

“I think I’m fine with you.” You said kissing him before walking some more.

“Okay but still. Alleys are dangerous.” He answered before you placed another kiss on his lips.

“Yeah, and we’re out of the alley now,” you said. “And here’s my building,” you said suddenly shy. You didn’t want your neighbors seeing you kissing some random guy. Especially one obviously rich like Tim. He probably didn’t even know he stuck out. You pulled away from him.

You unlocked the door and quietly offered for him to walk in. Where did your boldness go? Tim stepped in and you thanked your stars that you had cleaned up that morning.

“Do you want a drink?” You asked as you shut the door. Tim hung his coat on a coat rack that had come with the places. He shook his head and walked over to you. His eyes looked over your body like he wanted to eat you.

“What do you want?” You whispered. He looked down at you with dark eyes. His lips were red from your kissing.

“You?” He said more as a question. Can I have you?

“Hmm,” you said with a little smirk before pulling him down by the collar to kiss more. Tim’s hands roamed your body, gentle at first and then more aggressive.

You knew you shouldn’t bring a man home. Not a one night stand. Especially because you were grieving. Emotional. But as dusk fell outside your window and his hands held you firmly, you couldn’t help but be grateful that he was chasing your ghosts away. He leaned over your in bed, his lips pressed against your collarbone as he fingered you.

“Do you have condoms?” He breathed against your skin in a rough voice.

“Bedside table, top drawer,” you answered. Tim reached over to grab one. “Are you sure? Do you want this?” He asked, holding it in hand.

“Yes,” you said taking the condom to roll it on yourself. Tim breathed out quickly as you jerked a few times before sliding it on. He leaned over you and carefully looked over your face before sliding in.

You arched into his touch as he moved. His touch was soft, sweet, cautious. But not in the way anyone in your life treated you. There was no pity. You weren’t a broken doll to be tiptoed around. He was grieving too. His movement sped up as you both got closer and you got out of your head.

You softly moaned his name as you came. Tim groaned before resting his forehead against yours as he finished. He pulled out and threw the condom away. He pulled on his boxers but didn’t seem to know what to do next.

“Stay,” you said and he looked at you surprised.

“Are you sure?”

“Just-just tonight. I hate sleeping alone,” you said, feeling small. The idea of him leaving had the place feel colder, darker. Tim seemed to deliberate in his head before nodding.

“I can stay just tonight,” he said and you weren’t quite sure if he was telling you or himself. He climbed in bed and you scooted closer. He laid on his side and you slid closer to spoon. It was comforting to hear another heartbeat and feel the warmth of a body. It’d been months since you’d had that. Even if it was just one night, you didn’t feel alone. It felt secure and you quickly fell asleep.

You woke up to the unfamiliar but pleasant sensation of laying on a man’s chest wrapped up tight in blankets. A steady heartbeat and warm skin was soothing in the early morning light. You almost drifted off to sleep to the sounds of his breathing when you saw her.

A ghost. A woman in her late 30s or early 40s in conservative upper class women clothing that wasn’t too out of date. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she looked down at you both in disapproval. Her nose looked like Tim’s and she had the same black straight hair as he did.

You gulped and tried to blink her away. That worked some times. Not today. It was weird to see her anyways. Wasn’t it his make best friend that died? Who was she? She stepped closer and you stiffened. She was self-aware and was trying to speak to you. A very determined ghost indeed.

Tim moved in his sleep as if he could sense her presence. She reached out her hand as if she wanted to push the hair back on his forehead. You gasped as she moved closer. What kind of fucking ghost...? Tim woke up and she disappeared with a pop.

“You okay? You look scared or something,” he said in a rough pretty morning voice. You debated answering him truthfully that he was haunted by a mean looking woman but decided against it. He was a one night thing right?

“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” you said and he nuzzled closer.

“Hmm I’d rather have breakfast,” he muttered kissing your neck. You flushed. You hadn’t bothered shopping in a while.

“I don’t really- my fridge is-“

“Not the kind I’m talking about,” Tim said gently pushing you to your back.

“Oh,” you said as he slid beneath the sheets. You certainly weren’t complaining as he kissed down your body. He was good at it but it was also a great tactile distraction. Ghosts weren’t there when you were far to busy to see them.

It’s a little different so let me know what you think.

#batboy x reader #Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin smut #Tim drake angst #Red Robin angst

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rekrappeter · 4 years

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looking at the moon, but seeing you

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself drawn to draco malfoy, an october evening welcoming something you never expected

warnings: mention of feeling numb, swearing, typos

notes: please let me know what you think of this, feedback would be amazing thank you - if there’s an inaccuracy of the wizarding world in this, please don’t let me know, I’m not interested <333

I had originally started writing this for @bricksatanakinswindow ‘s wc and had a prompt in mind, but then I went on a tangent and finished it forgetting to use the prompt oops but anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it either way <3

It was your favorite time of the year. Orange and brown leaves scattered the grass, the sound of them crunching when students trampled over them to get to class, and it was always dark before the final class ended. The ghosts seemed to be more present during mealtimes and the flickering of the crimson fires above the four tables created shadows around the dining hall. There was an eerie, yet wholesome atmosphere that Hogwarts welcomed during the month of October. But the thing you loved most about October in Hogwarts was the Annual Halloween Feast.

You were staring wide-eyed at the mounts of food that appeared in front of you, your mouth watering at the sight of the freshly trimmed turkey and the pumpkin pies that were making your stomach grumble with hunger. It took everything in your power to not reach out for your first servings, knowing that everyone was waiting for Professor Dumbledore to finish up his annual Halloween speech. The moment he gave you permission to start eating, your hands reached out for the first bowl of vegetables closest to you.

“Calm down there,” Ron chuckled, his red hair brushing across his forehead, “It won’t disappear right away.”

“You’re one to talk,” you snapped back, a playful smirk tugging on your lips as you eyed his plate already half-filled with chicken wings and mash potatoes.

Ron scoffed, his cheeks turning red, “Quidditch practice makes me hungry.” You rolled your eyes as the boy rambled on, trying to plead his case but as you looked over his shoulder towards the Slytherin table, his voice was just a mere whisper amongst the eyes staring back at you. Cold, dull blue eyes were on your figure from across the room, his porcelain face rested in the palm of his hands and his pink lips were a spark contrast from his snow-white hair.

“Is Draco Malfoy staring at me?” you whispered softly to Hermione, ignoring the confused glances from the red head boy that thought he was having a conversation with you. Hermione peaked over Ron’s shoulder strategically, pretending to scratch her nose in the process. The creasing of her fluffy brows confirmed your suspicions and you both stare at Draco, it wasn’t until the taller boy beside him, Blaise, nudged his shoulder with his that Draco was pulled out of what seemed to be a daydream. His eyes widened for a second, his tongue darting from his mouth to wet his lips as he raised a brow in your direction.

‘What?’ you mouthed to him, and he shot you an annoyed, almost hateful, glare your way before tearing his gaze from you. A scoff passed your lips, it was so typical of Draco to make it seem like it was your fault that he was staring at you. “That was weird,” you murmured, shrugging your shoulders and the grumble of your stomach remembered that you had forgot to feed it all day.

When the Feast had come to an end, the magically thundering and lightening lit up the Great Hall causing students to erupt into discussions of thrill and excitement. The tables disappeared from underneath you, as the room transforming into it’s annual Halloween afterparty. Pumpkins that Hagrid grew himself were huddled in the corners, big enough to fit three full adult males in them, and orange and black streamers were dangling from the ceiling. The table that the teachers occupied was gone and replaced with a stage, instruments scattered around on top and you could spot a skeleton tuning a guitar.

A grin was unfaltering on your face, the excitement bubbling inside you. You glanced at Hermione, seeing her face in complete awe at the sight in front of her and you hated the fact that your eyes found themselves travelling across the room to the platinum blonde. Despite his foul demeanor throughout the entirety of the feast, an amused smile was rested on his lips as he watched the band of skeletons take the stage. As the music started, people began shuffling onto the makeshift dancefloor, still draped in their house robes. Your stare constantly kept finding it’s way to Draco, and no matter how much you scolded yourself, you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

This started towards the end of last year, these growing unwanted feelings that you held for the Slytherin Prince. The summer break couldn’t have come quick enough, Hogwarts was a big place but you kept finding yourself bumping into him or walking in the same empty corridors as he did. Throughout the summer, you hadn’t thought about him once - you labeled it as a stupid crush, the inevitability of falling for the ‘bad boy’ of your year. Of course, he had ladies falling all over him, but you’d never seen him with anyone other than Pansy Parkinson and even at that, you weren’t sure if they were exclusive. You tried not to dwell on it much, the thought of the two doing things together in the dungeons brought a wave of nausea each time. You thought the feelings that developed were gone, but the moment he walked onto the platform at Kings Cross, time stopped and it was just him there amongst the bustle of people bidding goodbye to their families. You scolded yourself the whole train ride, feeling yourself falling into daydreams and fantasies of what could be. But you were a Gryffindor, and he was a Slytherin. It wouldn’t work.

“You’re staring this time,” Hermione smirked, an amused glint in her eyes. She twirled you around so that your back was to Draco, and you silently thanked her. You had confided in Hermione about your little crush on Draco, hoping she’d be able to smack some sense into you and help you remember all the cruel things he’s said to you in the past but the thing was… you remembered all those things, you repeated them in your head but it still wasn’t enough to stop you from wondering where he was and letting your eyes linger after him.

The night was drawing to an end, a night filled with endless laughter and dancing. You were on your way to the common room, arm linked with Harry as he swayed with you, drunk on happiness. Passing the courtyards, somehow your eyes spied a figure making it’s way to the black lake, and if it wasn’t for the hair that gleamed under the moonlight, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But you detangled yourself from Harry, him giving you a puzzled look. “I-I think I forgot my bookbag by the lake earlier.”

“Do you want me to go down and look for it with you?” Harry asked, his hair tousled and sweat beading on his forehead from the amount of dancing he was forced to do.

“No, I’ll only be a second,” you said, stepping backwards onto the grass, “I’ll follow you up.” Harry was hesitant to leave you behind, Ron calling his name from inside the castle but he nodded reluctantly. Hogwarts was after all the safest place you could be. You scurried down towards the bed of water, your eyes adjusting to the darkness until you spotted his figure sitting underneath a tree that was naked of leaves.

“Following me, y/l/n?” you could hear the ennui in his voice, and it made you halt your steps. Maybe it was the glee from the October evening that led you to follow him, or maybe it was the dissatisfaction of not knowing how it felt to feel his lips on yours that made you come down here. Pursing your own lips, you took a step back hearing the crinkle of leaves under your foot as you twirled to march back up the hill you practically ran down. Draco sighed, “you can stay.”

You were thankful that it was dark outside, the grin on your face practically glistening at his words. You sat crossed legged in front of him, feeling the October chill kiss your cheeks as his eyes gazed at the stars above you. While his eyes were lost in the nature that surrounded you, your eyes were on his face, taking in every fraction of it up close. How the eleven year old boy with an innocent smirk you met a number of years ago had morphed into the exhausted looking seventeen year man sitting in front of you. His pale face was separated with dark circles hoovering beneath his eyes, his pink lips were chapped and the speck of blood on his bottom lip indicated that he must have been nibbling on them recently.

When the oddly comfortable silence became too much for you, your fingers digging into the grass underneath you, you breathed out a sigh gaining his attention. It was as if he forgot you were there. “Did you have fun tonight?” you asked.

Draco scoffed, his eyes rolling, “I hate Halloween.”

“How can you hate Halloween?” you questioned, your jaw dropping, “It’s practically a holiday dedicated to us!”

“It’s a holiday dedicated to pretending to be someone you’re not, how incredible,” Draco drowned sarcastically.

“Have you never wanted to be someone that wasn’t you?” Draco was stunned at your question, and he so eagerly wanted to scoff and question why would he want to be anyone else, but when he caught sight of your curious eyes, he became speechless. He stared at you like he did in the Great Hall previously, but instead of the lifeless stare that you were accustomed to at this point, his eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness. Of course he wanted to be someone else, the more he thought about it, he’d began to accept the fact that he wanted to be anyone but him. At the mere age of seventeen, he had so much responsibility resting on his shoulders, missions and tasks that he wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone about. He felt as if he was drowning.

“Draco..” you breathed out, your breath fogging underneath the moonlight. Draco barely heard your face, he only came back to reality when he felt your soft, warm hand rest on his cheek and he jumped back in fright. “Hey, it’s just me..” you whispered, wiping the stray tears that were leaking from his eyes without him realising.

Draco scrambled away from you on the grass, and you let your hand drop from his face. The spot you touched tingled as he stood up from the ground, fixing his robe that was draping off his shoulders. “W-why are you here?” he spat at you, his eyes twitching.

You remained on the grass, looking up at his worried expression. You wanted to have an explanation as to why you were suddenly drawn to him, but you didn’t even know. “I-I don’t know, Draco.”

Draco. Draco. Draco. His name that barely passed his ears lately felt like butterflies and fireworks falling from your lips. All he heard these days were Malfoy, no one addressed him as Draco anymore and he didn’t realise how much he needed to hear it, it grounded him. “Say my name again,” he mumbled, barely audible but from the raise of your brow, he knew you heard him.

You stood up from the grass, taking a hesitant step towards him and you waited for him to jump away from you but he didn’t. You closed the gap between your bodies, his breathing racing as he watched every move you made. Lifting your hand to his face again, he let himself relax underneath your touch and his eyes fluttered closed. “Draco,” you said softly, the twitching of the corner of his lips motivating your next move. His stature was slightly taller than you, making you put all your weight on your toes as your lips touched his cheek, “Draco,” you repeated, your lips moving down to his jaw, “Draco..”

You gasped as his hand suddenly gripped the wrist of your hand resting on his cheek. He opened his eyes, a confused look swirling beneath the blue but you never got the chance to see beyond the confusion before his lips crashed against yours in a breathtaking kiss. You stumbled back at the impact, but he wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you. Your lips moved in sync, the kiss rapid and intrusive. He pushed your body up against the large tree trunk, your head hitting the bark and your breath hitching in your throat. “D-Draco,” you stuttered against his lips, trying to push him off you to catch your breath, “What are you doing?”

“I… I just wanted to feel something,” Draco mumbled, almost feeling guilty for kissing you and his eyes casted downwards. He tried to step away from you but you clasped your fingers around his wrist and stopped him. He glanced up at you, the swollen lips a reminder of seconds before.

“How did it feel?” you asked, a smile twitching at the corner of your lips.

The overly confident and obnoxious man that you once knew was nowhere to be found, seemingly lost in the October breeze. When Draco resulted in silence as his answer, you closed the gap again and connected your lips in the second kiss of the evening. This one was more delicate and you could tell he wasn’t expecting it, it took him a moment to kiss you back. Your hands slipped into his, your fingers intertwining as you lost yourself in his touch. He broke the kiss, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent, “It feels like a new life,” he finally answered, his heart hammering against his chest, “but please answer this, will you forget about it in the morning?”

“Never.”

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sugdenlovesdingle · 3 years

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Robron week christmas special

day 6: snowball fight

Team Robert and Aaron (AO3)

Teen AU

A/N: I've taken some creative liberties with everyone's ages. Robert, Aaron, and Andy are all roughly the same age - around 16/17 and Vic is about 8/9.

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“Robert! Andy! Look! It’s snowing!” Vic yelled, running into her brothers’ bedroom.

Robert groaned and covered his head with his pillow while Andy turned around in his bed to face the wall and ignored his sister.

“It’s snowing!” Vic said again and climbed on a chair by the window to open the curtains. “Look!”

“Vic it’s early. Go back to sleep.” Robert tried, giving his sister a bleary look.

“But it’s snowing!”

“It’ll still be snowing later.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I promise you the snow will still be there in a few hours. Just go back to bed.”

“But… I want to build a snowman.” Vic said, sitting down on Andy’s bed, making her brother sigh and turn around.

“We’ll build a snowman with you after breakfast.” Andy promised.

“In a few hours.”

“But why not now?”

Robert sighed and checked his phone for the time.

“Because it’s only just gone 5 AM. Dad’s not even up yet to feed the animals.”

“And it’s still dark out. We wouldn’t even be able to see what we’re doing.” Andy reasoned.

Vic considered his words for a moment.

“Ok. So after breakfast we’re making a snowman?”

“The biggest one ever.” Robert promised. “Just go back to bed now for a few hours, yeah?”

Vic got up from Andy’s bed and the two boys got comfortable in their beds again, thinking their sister would just go back to her own room.

“Can I sleep here?”

“What’s wrong with your own bed?”

“It’s cold.”

“Because you’re not in it.”

“Pleeeeaaaase Robert.” She begged.

“Ugh, fine.” Robert moved over to make room for her and pulled back the covers. “Come on then. But you better keep your cold feet away from me!” he warned her.

A few hours later, Vic woke her brothers up again, this time fully dressed.

“Robert, Andy, come on!”

Robert opened his eyes and realised he hadn’t even noticed her slipping out of his bed to get dressed.

“What time is it?”

“Time to build a snowman! Mum said we can go out before breakfast.”

“Why don’t you build a snowman with mum then?” Robert suggested. “We’ll come help later.”

“Mum is busy making your breakfast.” Sarah appeared in the boys’ doorway. “Which is ready now by the way, so get yourselves downstairs and eat something.” She turned to Vic. “The snowman can wait a bit.”

Breakfast wasn’t the usual toast and tea, but everything from scones to croissants and more flavours of jam than Robert even knew existed.

“Christmas isn’t until tomorrow, mum.” He pointed out.

“I know. But Marlon gave me the recipe for scones and I just wanted to try it before the big day. So tuck in. It’s all for you.”

“Don’t I get anything?” Jack jokingly asked.

Their parents had been through a rough patch, the house more often than not a battleground, but for now at least, things seemed to be back to normal.

Sarah gave him a look like she’d just noticed him.

“Well I suppose you can have a scone too… if the kids don’t want it.” She joked and sat down after pouring both herself and Jack a cup of coffee.

“I rang your nanna earlier,” Jack said a little while later “And told her we’re not coming over for Christmas. I’m not driving all the way to Spain in the snow and the ferry will be a nightmare.”

“Did it snow in Spain too?” Vic asked her dad.

“No, it didn’t. But it did here so that’s why we’re staying home. So you three can play in the snow.” He gave her a smile. “Nanna will come stay with us in the new year. And maybe you can go see her in the summer.”

“That’s better. We can go to the beach every day.” Andy told her and the two of them started excitedly talking about what they were going to do in Spain in the summer.

Robert however was distracted by his phone.

He’d sent Aaron a text they weren’t leaving for the holidays after all, but he hadn’t replied.

They’d been friends ever since Aaron had come to live with his mum a few years ago, but lately Robert had started to feel more for the other boy than just friendship, and he desperately hoped Aaron felt the same.

He knew Aaron liked boys, everyone in the village and at school knew. He’d gone out with a lad called Ben for a few months until the idiot had gotten himself kicked out of school.

Officially he’d just moved away and transferred to another school, but there were all kinds of stories going around about him screwing up in some way during a school camping trip.

Aaron hadn’t exactly been heartbroken when he left and when Robert had tried to find out more he’d just shrugged it off and said it was nothing.

That was months ago now and Aaron hadn’t had another boyfriend, and had been very happy when Robert confided in him that he liked boys as well as girls.

And wasn’t interested in his cousin Debbie or Katie Addyman.

“Robert! Hello, earth to Robert!” Andy waved a hand in front of his face.

“What?” Robert bat the hand away.

“Are you done? So we can go outside.”

“Right. Yeah. Just a sec.” He downed the last of his tea, shoved the last bit of croissant in his mouth and with a final glance at his phone, got up from the table to put his coat and boots on.

The village looked magical covered in snow and apart from some footsteps to and from the barn, the snow was still untouched.

“Ok we need three balls for the snowman.” Andy ordered. “Vic, you can make one for the head. But not too big or we can’t get it up on top anymore. Rob, you do the bottom, I’ll take care of the middle.”

Robert rolled his eyes but decided against arguing with his brother for the sake of keeping the peace. He checked his phone again and when he still didn’t see a reply from Aaron, he just went to work on creating the biggest snowball he could.

Some time later they managed to get their snowman assembled, and Robert had to admit he’d enjoyed working on their snow project with his siblings.

“It needs eyes. And a nose. And a hat!” Vic decided.

“We can just draw those in the snow can’t we?” Robert said, taking his glove off and poking two eyes, a nose, and a mouth in the snowman’s head.

“No, it needs real eyes. Buttons!”

“We don’t have buttons though. We can just look for rocks.”

“But the rocks are all under the snow.” Vic replied. “And he needs a nose too. And a mouth. We can’t make those from rocks.”

Robert shared a look with Andy over her head.

“Alright,” Andy started. “Why don’t you go ask mum and dad if they have anything for a nose.”

Vic smiled.

“Ok! I’ll be right back! Don’t finish it without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Andy promised and Robert nodded in agreement.

“Ask dad for a hat too!”

“Ok!” Vic yelled as she disappeared into the house.

“Maybe we can make the whole family in snow?” Andy suggested. “This one can be dad. And we can make a mum and kids too.”

Robert scrunched up his nose.

“How long were you planning on staying out here?”

Andy opened his mouth to answer him but was hit in the face with a snowball, and before Robert could turn around to see where it came from, one hit him right in the middle of his back.

“Hey!” he turned around and saw Aaron standing by the fence and laughing, with his cousin Debbie halfway through climbing over.

“Hey.” Aaron replied, mischievous grin still plastered on his face. “Nice isn’t it, this snow.”

“Oh yeah, really nice.” Robert replied, noticing his friend kept his hands behind his back. He tried to move behind the snowman but Aaron caught on to what he was doing and threw another snowball at his head. Though luckily for Robert he missed.

Next to him he suddenly heard a high pitched scream and saw Andy had dumped a handful of snow in Debbie’s coat and she was trying to get it out.

While he was distracted Aaron threw another snowball at him, hitting him in the arm.

“Oi! That’s not fair, I wasn’t looking! Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Aaron asked innocently.

Robert bent down and quickly scooped up some snow and pressed it into a ball.

“You’re going to pay for that.” He vowed and threw the snowball at Aaron’s head.

Though unfortunately he ducked at the last second and it went flying over his head.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Aaron taunted and Robert scooped up another handful of snow and ran towards him.

Aaron laughed and took off running down the road while Robert climbed over the fence.

Before they knew it, they were involved in a big snowball fight with almost all villagers participating.

Robert and Aaron however, only had eyes for each other. Eyes and snowballs.

Thought Robert couldn’t resist the temptation of throwing a snowball at Cain. It hit him on the back of the head and the boys could practically see the anger radiating off him when he turned around.

They laughed as they ran away and ended up in the fields near the cricket pavilion outside the village.

“He’s going to kill us.” Aaron said laughingly, leaning against a tree to catch his breath.

“Yeah, we better stay out of his way for a while.” Robert said, using the fact Aaron had his back towards him to his advantage. He scooped up some more snow in his hands and crept towards his friend.

They’d both gotten in some direct hits and the snow was starting to soak through their clothes and gloves but neither of them cared. They were both having more fun than they had in ages.

Or at least since Katie Addyman’s Halloween party where they’d almost kissed.

Robert moved even closer to Aaron, only the second he was about to dump a load of snow onto him, Aaron turned around and grabbed his arm.

“Did you really think I didn’t hear you coming?” Aaron asked, trying to keep Robert’s snowy hands away from his face.

“I told you I was going to make you pay!” Robert replied laughingly.

They laughed and squirmed and tried to get away from each other but suddenly Aaron tripped over his own feet and landed on his back in the snow. Robert grinned and pounced on him. He straddled his hips and shoved a hand full of snow into his face.

Aaron sputtered and tried to shove Robert off of him.

“Surrender?” Robert asked, leaning forward, eyes flicking between Aaron’s lips and his eyes.

“Never!” Aaron vowed and managed to roll them over and pin Robert down in the snow instead. “See? I always win.” He said triumphantly.

“I let you win.”

Aaron grinned and shook his head.

“Just admit you’re a sore loser.”

“No I just let you win to spare your feelings. Because I’m nice like that.”

“Oh yeah, you’re such a nice guy.”

“I’m glad you agree.”

Aaron laughed and leaned forward, pinning Robert’s hands to the ground next to his head.

“You’re such a prat sometimes.” He said and hesitated for a moment before muttering something to himself and pressing his lips against Robert’s.

It was a quick brush of lips and over before Robert really realised what was happening.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” Aaron said and let Robert go, getting up and brushing the snow off his clothes and turning around to leave.

“Aaron! Wait!” Robert called out as he sat up. “Please don’t go.”

“No, I… I’m just going to go home… I shouldn’t have done that. I thought you felt the same… but you don’t so… let’s just forget about it.”

“What makes you think I don’t?” Robert got up and took a few steps towards Aaron.

“Wha-what?”

“I like you…”

“You… do?”

Robert nodded.

“I… I didn’t think you liked me. I thought you liked that prat with the hair.”

Aaron frowned.

“Who?”

“That guy from Katie’s Halloween party that kept telling everyone he’s going to be a doctor.”

“I have no idea who you mean…”

“He hung around you all night!”

Aaron shrugged.

“I was kind of preoccupied at that party.” He said and reached out to take Robert’s hand. “I would have kissed you if Katie hadn’t walked in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well… for what it’s worth… I would have liked that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They stood smiling at each other for what seemed like hours, until Aaron moved his hand up to Robert’s cheek and leaned in to kiss him. Properly this time.

“Was… was that ok?” he asked when they broke the kiss.

Robert gave him a dopey smile and just leaned in for another kiss.

They got so wrapped up in each other, they completely forgot about the world around them, until a snowball hit Aaron’s shoulder.

They jumped apart just in time to see Andy and a few of their friends from the village running towards them, armed with more snowballs.

“Quick! Run!” Aaron shouted but Robert grabbed his hand and dragged him with him behind some bushes.

“We’re a team now, you and me.”

#robron #robron fic #rwxmas #robert sugden #aaron dingle #my writing #happy belated christmas everyone #and happy early new year

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montrealmadison · 3 years

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drink deeply

or, as they say at samwell, “penitus potes.” shitty gives the toast at jack and bitty’s wedding. for @zimbitsweddingofficial and day two of zimbits wedding week: the wedding itself!

just for fun, a draft version of the beginning of this fic with lardo, ransom, and holster’s “helpful” edits can be found via google doc here. hope y’all enjoy! <3

Good evening, everyone! On behalf of Jack and Eric, thank you all so much for being here tonight, and welcome to what could very well be the most highly anticipated wedding reception of 2019. I mean, this party was planned by the likes of Suzanne Bittle and Alicia Zimmermann. We are in for a treat, folks.

Before we get to all that, I’d also like to extend a particular welcome to those in attendance who are part of the playing, coaching, and/or office staff of the Providence Falconers. Glad you could all make it this evening; I know this past week was a little bit busy for you guys.

[Insert appropriate pause and gesture to the punch bowl, which on closer inspection is actually—oh yeah—the Stanley Cup the Falcs won three days ago. Hold for inevitable applause, general hysteria, and/or hooting/hollering from Tater.]

For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been trying to decide whether I should introduce myself by my first name, which will inevitably get me mocked by my friends until the end of time, or by my nickname, which will definitely scandalize anyone who has not spent a significant amount of time around twenty-year-old guys who play hockey. However, as I look around the room, I’m realizing that most of you probably either raised, spent significant time around, or were once a twenty-year-old guy who played hockey. To the rest of you, I am profoundly sorry.

So, hi! I’m Shitty, and I’m Jack’s best man.