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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Yandere Rei Hurting Reader Pt2

Yes yes. Its out now. I won't delete this one. Enjoy!

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Yandere Todoroki Clan:

It had been so awful at first. So hard for everyone to adjust to the new change. Of course, it was especially difficult for you to adapt to the new circumstances.

When you had first woken up after the unfortunate incident, approximately 3 days later, you didn't expect to be home so soon. You expected- you hoped that you would wake up in the hospital and have them call the authorities. Then again, you also didn't expect never being able to use your eyes again.

Shotou was the first one to notice when you had woken up from your coma. He hadn't left your side since the accident. He jumped from his seat beside you and held the glass of water to your lips when you tried to speak. The family came rushing in when he called for them, announcing that you had woken up. You could hear Fuyumi and her crying tears of joy as Natsuo came to check your vitals. You knew your eyes were bandaged, which was expected because of the hot oil that was poured on them, but when you asked Natsuo when they were coming off, he went silent. Your heart sank when he told you what had happened, how your eyes were fucking fried to the point that the arteries supplying them were also destroyed, which meant they couldn't be replaced, ever.

You screamed a lot that day; you would've cried but you didn't have any tear ducts. You didn't let anyone touch you at first, especially Rei. You would scream, throw yourself away from her if you felt her come near you. Eventually, Natsuo put some sort of tranquilliser into your IV, finally calming you down.

Being blind was hard, you knew that. But you didn't know that it would also be this humiliating. After the accident, they had starting infantalizing you even more, doing the most miniscule things for you.

Shotou would be the first person who greeted you in the morning and usually the last person to put you to bed at night. He would carry you around everywhere you go, telling you its simply unsafe for you to walk on your own. Sure you bumped into the furniture a few times and it was a bit hard maintaining your balance, but that didn't mean you needed him to carry you around everywhere. You had asked him to get you a cane, but he only said "why do you need a stick when you have me? Just tell me where you want to go".

Each morning, Shotou would take you down the stairs to the toilet and more often than not, have Fuyumi come and help you, even for brushing your teeth. Then he would take you to the dining table where everyone is waiting for you. Fuyumi would give your breakfast to Shotou, who would cut it up and feed you. Once you're done eating, you would wait for Shotou to finish his food. During breakfast, everyone would make small talk while you remained quiet. After everyone's finished eating, Fuyumi and Rei would take dishes to sink. You would've helped, but everyone's pretty much forbidden you from entering the kitchen.

Shotou would then carry you either to his room or the living room, where he would turn on the TV and tell you what's happening. But since this always makes you remember how you don't have eyes, he would usually just read you some book. Somehow, they're always about princesses and fairytales. You were getting sick of hearing them.

Fuyumi would later come and fetch you, and take you to your bath. While you would be cleaning yourself, after politely declining help from Fuyumi each time, she would be out preparing your clothes for the day. She would explain to you what you're wearing and how you look, and how she's going to style your hair. As if any of these things mattered to you. But even if they did, its not like you'd have a say in anything.

You still remember the first time you were taking a bath, after finally convincing Fuyumi to let you have the "luxury" to clean yourself up. You finally had some time for yourself, alone and away from the rest of the house. You sank in the warm water in the tub, allowing yourself to relax. The privacy was comforting, but not long lasting, as you felt cold hands touch your shoulders. In an instant, you jumped away screaming. "GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!" Rei tried coming closer to you but you kept on screeching at the top of your lungs, alerting the whole house. "FUYUMI! SHOTOU! GET HER AWAY! SHOTOU GET HER AWAY!" At that point you didn't even care if they saw you nude, they just need to save you from her. The siblings rushed to the bathroom and upon seeing your huddled form in the corner and their mother sobbing, Fuyumi hastily covered you with a towel while Shotou took Rei out of there.

Shotou tried to make you understand that Rei was just trying to help you. That she just missed you and wanted to take care of you. He was basically telling you not to be afraid of her, and that your trauma is not valid. You stopped talking to him after that, only spoke when absolutely necessary.

Natsuo would pick you up after your bath while Fuyumi went to make lunch. He would check your eyes (or lack there of), put on some ointments and replace the bandages with fresh ones. Fuyumi would come with your lunch and after she'd fed you, Natsuo would give you your medicine. They always make you sleepy, so you'd be put down for a nap.

Dabi wasn't always around, but when he was, he was still the asshole he was before. He would move your things to different places, or place stuff in your way so that'd you'd trip (he always caught you before you face planted), all so that you would ask him for help he could get a rise out of you. But you would just sigh and move on.

Enji liked to take you to the garden and read you books and newspapers. It was alright you guess, but you wanted to do something yourself, especially since they still didn't take you out of the house. You had asked him for a Braille, but he only replied "You don't need to stress yourself with that. I'll always be there to read you whatever you want."

If Enji's running late, then Shotou would take you to the swings in the garden, pushing you as he tells what happened at school or with friends. After dinner, you’d be forced to spend some more time with your siblings, before you’d be tucked into bed.

That has been the routine for the past 6 months since your accident. And the family really felt like everything was returning to normal. It was, for them. This is how they always wanted things to happen: you, locked up in the house while they stripped you of all autonomy and infantalized you to the point where it was harming you, both physically and mentally. Your body was growing weak, your muscles got easily fatigued from their lack of use. And the pills Natsuo gave you didn't really help the case. They made you sleepy, and you think they even caused hallucinations since you felt like someone was in your room or someone was playing with your hair.

Even though you were stuck at home all day, you still never talked to Rei. Well she tried, but you would be the one to always flinch away. She wouldn't address herself when she entered your room, but you would still feel her lurking around the corners. And why should you acknowledge her? Especially after what she's done?

Enji wasnt ignorant of your condition. He could see how quiet you had gotten, and how scared you were of Rei. He was getting worried for you. What were you thinking about? Enji knew if he didn't talk to you, things will get worse.

You were sitting by the lounge window with Fuyumi who was telling you about her day. Fuyumi greeted him when he came in the room. "Hey, dad!" Enji nodded. "Fuyumi, would you leave us? I'd like to talk to Y/n." Fuyumi nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead before she left the room, only Enji noticing how you stiffened at her affection. He sat beside you and cleared his throat. "How are you?" "Fine. You?"you softly asked. "I'm good, too. I wanted to talk to you about something. About...your mom." "My mom's dead." Enji cleared his throat. "I meant Rei." "Oh. What about her?" "Why haven't you been talking to her?" You remained silent. “What happened was an accident-” “It wasnt an accident. An accident is spilling milk. Not pouring hot oil in someone’s eyes.” Enji knew this was coming.“She didn’t do it on purpose-” You cut him off again. “She did! She knew exactly what she was doing.” “Why would she do that?” “I don’t know. She hates me or something.” Enji grabbed your hand gently. “You know that's not true. Rei loves you very much and she cares about you a lot.” You didn't say anything. “Do you remember the day you came to our house?” You nodded. “Yeah. It was a few days after my parents funeral.” “Yes. And do you remember what Rei said to you?” You stiffened before nodding again. “She said that she may not be my real mother, but she’ll love me more than anyone ever has and ever will. Always.” “Yes. And has she not? Has she not loved you more than anyone?” You nodded slowly as Enji continued. “Between you and me, she’s always favoured you among all of your siblings.” You smiled at that. “So, are you willing to give your mother a chance?” You paused for a few minutes. “I- I cant.” Enji sighed. “Look. I know you’re scared. I understand. I know you want to blame Rei for what happened, but believe me when I tell you it wasn't her fault. It was an accident.” You shook your head. “And what if another “accident” like that happens again? And what if I dont survive this time? And what if-” Your voice broke down. Enji pulled you into his lap. “It won't. I promise. And if something like that does occur, I’ll be there to stop it.” Enji pressed a kiss to your hair. “I’ll save you. I promise.”

With Enji's persuasion, you had started mending your relationship with Rei again. Sure, you still flinched when she touched you and you were still hesitant to initiate conversations with her, but none of that bothered Rei. You were trusting her again, and she was more than happy to do more on her part to make you comfortable.

And you won't lie, but life was better with Rei. She knew when Dabi or Shotou were becoming too overbearing, or when Natsuo was fussing over you for no reason. She was there to stop Fuyumi from chatting your ear away, and knew when to stop Enji from feeding you too many sweets.

And Enji could see that Rei was sorry for what she did. He saw how she would often massage ointments on your face, her fingers barely tracing the charred area around your eyes before pulling away quickly. And other times, like today, as he stood by your bedroom door, he saw how gentle she was with you as she tucked you into your bed. He kissed his wife once she had left your room. "How are my girls doing?" Enji asked Rei in a hushed voice, not wanting to wake you up. Rei smiled. "Good." They slowly started walking back to their room. "Shes an angel, Enji. So sweet." Enji hummed in agreement. "Can I tell you something?" Enji stopped and turned to face his wife. He raised an eyebrow. "I'm kind of glad what happened...to her." Rei was smiling. "She's so much better like this. So docile now. I...I don't regret what I did, you know?" Enji's blood ran cold. "Rei... dont tell me- you didn't do that on purpose, did you?" Rei nodded, a bit too eagerly. "I know, I know. It wasn't ethical. And if I could, I would've taken away her pain in a heartbeat. But you must agree that its much better now, right?" Enji couldn't believe what Rei was confessing. "I mean, look at her now. She doesn't even try running away. She knows- she feels safer with us, inside." Rei sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I thought that maybe it wouldn't come to this. I thought that after Touya took care of her parents, she'd be a bit more scared to be outside on her own. That's why we told her they died in a car crash." Rei rested her cheek on his chest. "It scares me what I'm willing to do for her, Enji." Enji knew Dabi had something to do with what happened to your parents, but knowing Rei had a hand in it too, or more precisely, she was the one who told Touya to get rid of them. Enji didn't know what to do with this new side of his wife. But he did know he had to keep her hidden from you, so he ushered his wife to their bedroom, not knowing you had already heard them.

You had realised a couple of things that night. One, Rei and Dabi had murdered your parents. Two, Rei pouring the hot oil in your eyes wasn't some sort of psychotic episode. Three, Enji and the others were going to take Rei's side, no matter what.

A few weeks later, your birthday came around. The siblings had left the house to get some things for your birthday party, leaving you in the care of their parents. Rei was in the kitchen cooking up a whole feast for you, while you sat beside Enji in the lounge as he read the newspaper. Enji had already given you your present. It was giant teddy bear with chocolates from Belgium. They were utterly delicious. When you stood up, he asked you where you were going. You pointed at the box of chocolates in your hand. "I'm going to share them with, mom. Unless, thats not okay?"you asked meekly. Enji still wasn't all that comfortable with letting you and Rei be alone, especially after her confession. But... if he doesn't let you go to her alone, you'll always be afraid of her. And its not like Rei will hurt you again, right? Besides, the kitchen is just down the hallway. He's sure nothing will happen. He nodded. "Okay. Should I walk you there?" "No. Its down the hall. I think I'll be fine on my own." Enji then allowed you to go, telling you to call for him if you need anything.

Rei was chopping up some vegetables when she heard your footsteps. She turned around to find you standing just outside the kitchen. "Hey, angel! What are you doing here?" You remained outside the kitchen as you spoke. "I wanted to share these chocolates dad got for me. W-would you like some?" Oh, you're so kind. Rei quickly wiped her hands on a kitchen towel before walking towards you and leading you to the dining room in front of the kitchen. She helped you sit down before taking a seat next to you. "You want me to have your chocolates? But didn't daddy gift them to you?" You bit your lip as you replied. "Well yes, but I- I wanted to share them with you so that I could- I wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And for loving me. I would've gotten you something else but I'm not allowed to go outside..."you mumbled the last sentence, but that didn't matter as Rei quickly hugged you. "Oh honey! You're so sweet!" Rei took a piece of chocolate from the box that you had extended towards her. "And these chocolates are so delicious! Daddy really loves to spoil you, doesnt he?" Rei pinched your cheek gently. You smiled. "I'm glad you liked them. Especially, after all you've done for me. You deserve them more than I do, honestly." Rei stopped at that. "Honey...what are you talking about?" You smiled. "What? Am I not saying the truth? You deserve these chocolates, and all the sweets and flowers and medals for being the best mother." You popped a chocolate into your mouth before continuing. "After all, the criteria is very high. You need to not only have the intent to kill for your child, but you also have to commit murder. Then kidnap your child and force her to bide to your rules. And if she misbehaves, you must punish her as well, right? Because good behaviour gets chocolate," You popped another chocolate into your mouth. "And bad behaviour gets your eyes fried."

Rei just stared at you in disbelief. H-how did you- you didn't hear them talking last night did you? Or did Dabi tell you? Rei stared at you as you ate another piece of chocolate. "I wonder after you've killed me, will you be given chocolates or flowers?" "D-darling, w-what are you saying? I would never hurt you!" You chuckled darkly. "No no. You've done it before and I know you'll do it again. After all, it scares you what you're willing to do for me." You caressed her cheeks, and when you felt her tears, you wiped them. "I'm not saying you have the intention to kill me. No, you'll just hurt me again, another little accident, but this time I won't survive. I just hope you'll bury me somewhere where there's a lot of fresh air, maybe on a hill with a view?" Rei finally broke down at that, falling to her knees as she clung to your legs. "Please! Y/n please forgive me! Please baby, I- I just wanted the best for you. I don't want you to die, I- I promise I'll never hurt you again! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Please baby, I'll do anything. Just forgive me!" You sighed. "Anything? I don't think you mean that." Rei nodded her vigorously, tears falling everywhere. "I do! I do! Just tell me what to do!" You tapped your chin, pretending to think. "Bring a knife. A sharp one." Rei's eyes widened. "W-What?" "Well...its only right for you to be punished as well. To atone for your sins, right?" "O-okay." Rei went to the kitchen and brought a big knife with her. "Lock the door." She did as you told her. You extended your palm, waiting for her to place the knife. She did. You stood up, right in front of Rei. You told her to stand against a wall, and she followed. You played with the sharp end if the knife. "I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so bad. I want you to feel the pain, the hell you've put me through." This is it, Rei thought, you're going to kill her. For some reason, she was okay with that. "I want you to know you failed. I want you to know you're a bad mother. A selfish, bad mother." Rei was full on sobbing now. "Look at me. I want you to remember this." And with that you raised the knife before stabbing yourself in the gut, two screams ripping through the manor. Rei shot towards you, her hands trying to pull the knife away. "What did you do?! What did you do?!" Rei was crying. Enji was banging on the locked door for a few seconds before he burned it down and the sight he was met with...was nothing short of a nightmare.

There you layed on the floor, blood sputtering from your mouth, your shirt stained with blood and Rei. Rei, who was hunched over your body, with a bloody knife in her hand, crying out "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!".

Enji rushed towards you, pushing Rei back roughly. You were coughing up blood, your head turned away from him until you felt him touch your face. "D-daddy..."you whimpered out before your breathing came to a stop.

"No. No." Enji quickly gathered your limp body in his arms, running out of the house towards a hospital. He kept on chanting "no", because he didn't want to believe that he failed to protect you.

That he failed to save his daughter, again.

I had 5 different endings in my mind and Idc if this isn't your preferred ending (the ending I had in my mind was something out of Quentin Tarantino's movie). I'm just glad to be done with it.

Anyways, exams are coming up and I'm not going to be posting a lot.

And ill be taking up your follow up questions/asks for this part! I'll also be answering godfather hawks asks now that this part is out.

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dirt-str1der · 2 years

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Dyou have any insights on the EMPLOYERS!!! what are ur hcs for them..

Bites lip just one ...

Ok im kidding also dont come at me for the missing characters its because this graph excludes cissies ok i lied im not actually kidding but ive been looking for a reason to post my madness combat toxicity-presentation graph

But listen stygian ... is trans , and so is the auditor. I will say i dont know much about the employers due to not paying attention BUT i want to believe that theyre overhyped. (Note that a lot of these hcs are directly lifted from tumblr user bugsontoastt but hey whats new their brain is huge). Like yes of course these cool fire aliens can evaporate you if you get too close and they can summon items at will, but honestly i like to think most if not all employers stay in their own lane. They are not very hands on !! I like to think that the auditor is the only one who sticks around the surface and all the others kind of look down on her about it lmao theyre like ewwww grunt stench and shes like IM LITERALLY KEEPING THE WORLD FROM EXPLODING CAN I GET A HOO YEAH ????

I also want to believe that the auditor and the other employers have some hardcore tension with each other because they hold the belief that Nevada and The Other Place will eventually sort itself out and all they have to do is keep pulling strings while the auditor believes that theyre a bunch of idiots who sit with their thumbs up their asses. She was the only one who took the initiative to go up there and ............. okay i will be honest shes not doing much either but cut her some slack (whispering: shes not very bright)

That one wasnt a headcanon i do believe krinkels stated that the auditor is a bit of a dumbass so uhmmm bimbo queen !!! The only thing she is good at is numbers and being milfy , everything else is bad and stupid. Also sorry for being mainly auditor focused but i like to think that since they come from nevadan superhell , that place is absolutely saturated with dissonant reality (you know ... the energy that powers the absolutely methed up reality warping abilities that the employers have that are also utilised by improbability drives and possibly other folks from nexus whom i dont know about) anyway employers THRIVE on that shit it fuels them. However, after making the choice to become a low down surface dweller , the auditor doesnt have limitless access to dissonance anymore and has to sustain herself via other means. This is why i like to hc that her sippy cup is just filled with diesel ^_^ she needs the juice

The day hank and co actually manage to severely fuck shit up is the day all the other employers are going to come crawling to her like we are sorry and she is going to throw her drink in their faces and laugh nonstop.

Also employers have two modes, battery saving and power mode. The former dampens their flames so they just look like a solid mass of shadow , the latter activates their powers and thats when you start to see the black flame wafting and whipping and they glow their respective colours it is very cool to see them in action theyre really like gods <3 unfortunately / fortunately most of the time they think theyre above getting their hands dirty

#Thanks for the ask !#Madness combat #i dont have a computer so oh god its just going to be out there sorry.

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killrockabill · 3 years

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So, i just finished falcon and the winter soldier, and i gotta say i do t understand the extent of the hate for walker. Don’t get me wrong not a good guy, but honestly almost tragic imo.

He starts off as this kinda douche jock type who by no means would i enjoy an extended conversation with, but thats abt it at the start? With how strong the response was I expected him to be a bigot or something.

We see him EARLY on feeling the pressure of the title and admitting while its what he wanted he doesn’t know if he can be what people expect (hmm real life parallels)

He is polite enough to sam and bucky in the bulk of their early interactions and even points out that he gets why they don’t care for him. He overstep in a number of ways. He assumes that a smile and shield will automatically earn their trust and lashes out after it doesn’t work right away. He doesn’t just get that from them however he gets that on the job plenty too.

We bust his balls because he throws the title captain America around but like lets be honest its a badass title so in more casual convos can you really say you would t name drop here and there? Then the escalated situations at the end of the day hes trying to do a job. He’s like a new manager not getting taken seriously because hes new, yes, he does need to earn it but did he REALLY get an opportunity to? A job he’s not fit for and knows it. He talks about wanting to do the job ie be in the field because its what he knows and is good at. Hes steves monkey on the unicycle drawing at the earliest stages.

He mentions to Lamar that the medals they earned were for some fucked up shit. Which unfortunately isn’t uncommon in the military nowadays. He calls this out during his trial (is it a trial? Idk what youd call it) he wasn’t steve who disobeyed orders for the greater good he was a good soldier at the expense of being a good man. Is that ok? Does that excuse anything? No. Not even a little because of course not all vets are like that but its not like hed be the first and unfortunately not the last.

THEN his insecurities about not being able to measure up and do the job. He IS the job. There are plenty od people like that where the job is not just a job but a part of them and what do you do when thats slipping? How many of us were the smart or creative kid and found ourselves feeling inferior by running into set back after set back. What does he do to rectify this? He takes the serum. He takes it KNOWING it can change him. he doesnt just throw it back like a shot of whiskey. No, he passively runs it by his best friend and partner; his bucky. (The whole I’m the new cap and this is my emotional support bucky is a whole separate convo I’m not gonna get into) he mentions being afraid of how it could change a person. His friend who genuinely believes hes a good man and will do his best supports him (obvs not realizing this isnt just a hypothetical situation)

Then it happens, lamar is gone his rock the guy we see earlier in the show reigning him in when he starts to lose his temper or not see the big picture. Hes gone because john wasnt good enough. So his rock and best friend are gone hes pumped a chemical in himself that everyone knows amplifies everything good and bad. He was a time bomb that went off. From there he spirals we literally see a mental breakdown followed by an ass whooping. Hes fucked up at this point and fucked up is as fucked up does. Nothing during this time is acceptable but it was ...inevitable.

He is not a good person by default and it does not come easy. This issue is exasperated by his own inadequacy, the pressure of being captain america, loss both personal and professional. He doesnt have the luxury of fighting nazis eho are objectively bad. He’s fighting people who are themselves in a grey area. At the end we see a small embodiment of him where theres a truck of people who need saving and his target getting away, and what’s he do? Hesitate. Steve would never have hesitated but ultimately he chose tk try and save the people (and failed hmm more inadequacy. Personally i thing they should have given him the win but thats neither here nor there.) yeah he was out for blood and i cant say that if my best friend was murdered i wouldnt be either (also i wish they did more with “LAMARS LIFE DIDNT MATTER?!” Like maybe it would’ve been heavy handed but you know where im going with it)

Hes a man that the military failed. A good soldier at the expense of being a good man. He clearly wants to be steve but cant and if that aint tragic idk mang.

#falcon #falcon and winter solider series #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #fatws series #fatws spoilers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #john walker #us agent #character study #opinions #marvel #marvel comics #mcu

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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damie vibecca exes au part 21

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em: viola and becs love their lil hikes

em: oh actually did we already designate hiking as a damie thing

em: hmm.

em: yknow what damie and vibecca can both enjoy their weekend hikes

em: they bring isabel and she’s RUNNING up the path and tires herself out in 10 minutes and rebecca and viola swap out piggybacking her

obsetress: yeah it tracks because they both like fitness and viola likes her walks

obsetress: plus viola's like "it's good for isabel"

em: vibecca power lesbians love the challenging trails and damie just enjoy the sights

obsetress: dani venting to jamie one night: they don't even LIKE hiking, but they still had to do the blackjack loop, and WE won't even do the blackjack loop,

em: dani and her fanny packs... every time she sees isabel on a trail she like

em: stuffs her pockets w granola akdhdkfhdj

em: drives viola NUTS she’s like we packed our Own snacks

obsetress: dani gets SO excited

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obsetress: man i love these lil gay bitches

obsetress: no but um

obsetress: jamie gets in some fight w rebecca early on after they've reconnected

obsetress: prob about her dating vi tbh

obsetress: and jamie's so put off by the whole thing and is ranting to dani about it and dani's all like "you just need to have better boundaries, jamie, they're her choices, aren't they? not yours"

obsetress: and jamie just stares at her like.........................................

obsetress: "dani, you literally continued hooking up with viola for weeks after you broke up"

"oh, c'mon jamie, it wasn't weeks"

"no?"

"it was months"

em: dani shooting herself in the foot to like. correct jamie is so funny

em: not even ‘no that’s different’ or ‘no i’ve changed’ like ‘actually it was months’

obsetress: she says it w such a lil pleased smile on her face too

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obsetress:

obsetress: like who the FUCk gave her the right???

obsetress: a whole babe

obsetress: she didn't need to smirk like this

em: god she’s so Hot

obsetress: just think about all the times she and viola get into the banter

obsetress: and this exact face

em: i know we veered dramatically into soft territory w exes au but vi extremely stubborn lloyd and rebecca lawyer do no harm take no shit jessel truly. have some spectacular arguments

obsetress: they have absolute blowouts

obsetress: and then blowouts after the blowouts iywkim

obsetress: like dani's do no harm take no shit but she and vi also enable the SHIT out of each other

em: like dani tried but dani wasnt like. fully baked yet

obsetress: yeah! and then when she finally does and breaks up with her, she's back in her bed a few weeks later

obsetress: rebecca is the first person to not take viola's shit and to tell her no and viola can't fucking stand it

em: jamies convinced it’s a ruse for more make up sex

obsetress: dani's like "no, babe, trust me, i know what that looks like and this––"

"wot"

"what?"

em: dani (hushed) no she’s regular mad this isn’t fun mad

em: jamie (hushed but incredulous) FUN MAD?!

obsetress: please tell me how dani explains fun mad

em: a lil eyebrow waggle and a wink but then i like

em: thought abt her going to lift jamie up on a bench ‘well she kinda’

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obsetress: the way rebecca looks at peter when he is (seemingly) (unfortunately) good w the kids has me thinking about like

obsetress: rebecca seeing vi w isabel for the first time and just

em: turns out the evil landlord shes banging is also…… soft

obsetress: rebecca and jamie on the phone and rebecca's like "i know she's... a landlord and all, but you should've seen her with isabel"

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me, becs––"

"no, maybe you're too quick to write her off. maybe people can be more than one thing"

and jamie just groans

em: poor jamie and her class traitor ex gf

em: blows kiss to rebecca

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em: dani: i gotta go to the bathroom i’ll be right back

em: jamie: ok love

em: dani; (elbows jamie) ive Gotta Go To The B

obsetress: screamed

obsetress: dani trips over her own feet as she gets up to go

obsetress: then i just start thinking about dani absolutely pouncing on jamie the second they get into the bathroom and then i just start thinking about. how often that happens

obsetress: bathrooms or closets or wherever else

em: dani has this 6th sense for places to sneak off to

obsetress: god she DOES

obsetress: she's so good at it

em: she enters a new building and is taking lil notes just in case

obsetress: meanwhile rebecca and viola exchanging a look while they wait, knowing EXACTLY where they're going

em: viola leaning in like how much time do we have and becs is like vi. where’s your decorum

em: then she looks down at her watch and lists it down to the second

obsetress: she pauses

obsetress: then

obsetress: "and another six minutes if––" and vi's like "she'll want to go again"

em: viola buffing her nails on her blazer: she’ll want to go again

obsetress: rebecca rolls her eyes but she's grinning

obsetress: "you're all too smug" "me? smug?" becs just shakes her head and tugs her in by the lapels of her blazer

em: damie coming back to a fairly chaste vibecca kiss: BLEH can you guys GET A ROOM

obsetress: rebecca's just verly placidly like

obsetress: "dani, your zipper is still down, by the way"

em: dani; thanks :)

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em: dani clayton voice i’m braver and severely Weirder than ppl think

obsetress: she's a bit of a weirdo

em: see now i’m thinking about dani glancing away going dang i thought i was keeping it under wraps

obsetress: ngl i think about that a lot like

obsetress: she IS a weirdo but what does jamie know

obsetress: that she's like yeah she's a fucking weirdo

obsetress: like she's anxious and jumpy but jamie wouldn't call that weird

obsetress: what did she know and when did she know it

em: i’m thinking about jamie catching dani doing something like. idk eating a burger layer by layer or w a knife and fork and going

em: what a freak. i’m gonna marry her

em: dani tells jamie no this is a normal american thing and then when they go to vermont jamie realises no this absolutely is not

obsetress: she says something about it and dani doesn't even remember saying it in the first place

obsetress: "i didn't say that"

"you literally did say that"

"why would i say that"

(jamie taylor eyebrow raise) "you tell me"

(dani clayton flush and stutter) "i–– i..."

em: dani mumbles something like i didn’t think it’d pan out like this i just wanted the cool gardener to think i was. semi normal

em: jamie waggles her eyebrows like cool gardener???

obsetress: dani bumps her shoulder into jamie's "shut up"

"don't think i will, actually"

em: jamie starts to v seriously eat her burger layer by layer. danis like ‘ur taking the mick!’ and jamies like (sheepish) naw i just. wanted to see what it’s like

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em: every so often they’ll run into someone who went to school w jamie or knew her as a youth and they’re like ‘wow you’ve mellowed out heaps’

em: therapy queen

em: theyre in a pub and someone’s like ‘as i live and breathe! jamie taylor! i heard you died! someone told me you were arrested for (crime that becomes bigger and more outlandish w every new person)’ and jamies like ‘aye’ and they’re like

em: all sharing a beer at a quaint little pub n this old acquaintance from before has these v chaotic stories and danis like

em: jamie? my jamie? u must be confused. jamie goes to bed at 9:30pm watching antiques roadshow

obsetress: jamie just grins a lil

em: danis like haha jamie wow ur so mysterious and (she is already casing the joint for places to sneak off too)

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em: damvibecca sittin in a circle passing a joint around

em: a nice thought

obsetress: Wholesome

obsetress: dani falls asleep first, with her head in jamie's lap and they're all just kinda vibin and rebecca gets up to get her a blanket or smth and vi's just kinda like

obsetress: "you're really good for her, you know"

obsetress: all quiet and pensive

em: jamie takes a loooooonng pause and she’s like. i was sceptical but. you’re good for becs too

em: and then even quieter she’s like

em: thanks

em: the softest thank u from one jamie taylor

obsetress: rebecca gets back and looks back n forth between the two of them

"why are you two being weird"

"we're not–- what?"

"we're just sitting here, baby"

obsetress: rebecca narrows her eyes

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obsetress: jamie likes vi for becs because vi reminds her to live a little

obsetress: and can also keep up with her temperament because holy shit did jamie hate all of becca's bougie shit

em: jamie absolutely has um

em: like a repairs pile that shes gonna get around to Some Day re fixin clothes etc and

em: as much as i love 'rebecca and jamie worlds most calm and collected no drama couple' im defs toying with like

em: their ONE Big fight is beccs throws out the repairs pile

obsetress: "i was gonna––"

"no you WEREN'T, jamie!"

em: jamies like i The Tool I Needed is outta stock i had to- and becs is like? what, like you couldnt make do?

em: and even then when the heat dies down its still v calm and civil but like

em: FINALLY a lil dramatic angle to jamie rebecca

em: dani loves the repairs pile bc she loves a project

obsetress: she's also very content to let jamie have her silly little thing

obsetress: because it doesn't bother her and jamie is very good at keeping it in her space

obsetress: rebecca asks her about it one day and dani's like "oh i'm just glad she has a hobby :)"

em: couple times jamie's like. shes been tryna repair this one chair for months and eventually shes like

em: (swings axe) winters coming

obsetress: dani just watches with the dopiest grin

obsetress: jamie's all wot

obsetress: and dani's like

obsetress: :) you're hot :)

em: danis like hey i know its a brisk autumn but um

em: if u wanna

em: mimes taking shirt off

obsetress: jamie does it

obsetress: jamie rolling her eyes as she unbuttons the top couple buttons then tugs her shirt over her head

obsetress: but she's grinning

obsetress: dani sneaking up behind her as she's sorting the wood and just leaning into her bare back

obsetress: jamie jumps "oi!" and dani grins and nuzzles between her shoulders

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obsetress: been having so many becca feelings in our rewatch

em: oh gosh

em: i love her she truly is a tragic character

obsetress: same

obsetress: i just want her to live happily ever after in her lil power lesbian outfits with her lil power lesbian wife

obsetress: like she needs someone who can MATCH her

obsetress: her energy and her intensity and her passion

obsetress: and like she and jamie can push each other to be better but jamie’s just kinda like “lemme chill n do my gay little tasks” yknow

em: ya and like they Worked but they worked Much better as friends than anything romantic

em: jamies the lesbian best friend that’s like girl. stop settling for mediocre men with accents

obsetress: yeah!

em: jamie ‘how soon is too soon to ask out my good friend rebecca jessel after her v messy break up w peter quint’ taylor

em: and then rebecca ends up being the one like ‘have you ever thought about us?’ while jamies agonising over it like four months later

em: rebeccas a little go getter and jamie needs a little bit of a shove sometimes

obsetress: jamie, surrounded by three shovers,

obsetress: rebecca says it so casually over dinner like she’s talking about the weather and jamie’s like !?

obsetress: i can also see like

obsetress: rebecca says that bit about "have you ever thought about us" at dinner and jamie blanches and second guesses everything they do "is....... is this a date" becca just shrugs "do you want it to be?"

em: jamies motormouthing like ok but i cannot stress enough that i was comforting you about ur break up in a friend way no ulterior motives way i am ur friend first and foremost and rebecca just like

em: lets her get it out of her system

em: ‘well what about my ulterior motives’

obsetress: she WOULD

obsetress: "did you ever consider that maybe i had ulterior motives"

em: jamie: (pursing her lips, furrowing her brow that way she does) you had a messy break up with peter quint….. to seduce me.

em: rebecca: mmhmm

obsetress: jamie: me?

obsetress: rebecca: well, maybe a couple of reasons, but... yeah. you were up there

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em: after i asked out [ex] i spent ages agonising over when it would be appropriate to kiss her (i know...) and then one night at a party she’s like ‘so why haven’t u kissed me yet?’ and i’m like are u fucken. mate it takes two to tango

obsetress: oh my god?

em: drawing from that

em: jamie thinks they’re taking it slow (but not that slow) and rebecca is like girl what

em: ‘i never took you for old fashioned’

‘wot, me?’

'mmhm’

‘old fashioned?!’

‘well, you haven’t kissed me yet-‘

‘you haven't kissed me! i figured you wanted to take it slow after p-‘ and then rebecca like full on dips jamie and kisses her

em: rebeccas like always wanted to do that at least once lol

em: jamie is speechless for a couple minutes

obsetress: rEBECCA

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obsetress: thinking thoughts rebecca jamie same height but rebecca heels

obsetress: jamie looking up @ her all

obsetress: rebecca in her heels and is chilly and jamie getting up onto her tip toes to wrap her big coat around rebecca's shoulders

em: softtt

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #featuring soft jambeccas...#one more!#when im done editing it!#would u believe we go on a lot of tangents also i edit a bunch of keysmashes out jshabfkas

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years

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A.R|Just Cry Already

Summary: did arvin fuck up? Oops.

Warning: disapproval and idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/n: unfortunately unedited- oof ✌️AND THIS SHIT IS TURNING INTO TRASH- IM NOT GIVIN UP THO

Chapters -> one ✨ two 🤠 three ✨ four 🤠 five

As the week past, you found out that cloudy has anxiety- you guessed the shot caused a trigger for him and just wanted to pull him closer in your arms and hold how you did when he was just 5.

Arvin on the other hand was worried- his sister getting sickness and people still not liking him was just stressful. He seen you around and you guys talked- wanting to put a label on it but just in private. You both went on plently of dates to know that now it should be official- but this time when arvin comes to see you it isnt about kisses and personality- its about help.

He parked in the back of the store, you on his right silent and having a sweet smile on your face that was gonna fade away soon.

“I need your help, y/n” he says simply, but weakly. You turn to him with your eyebrows furrowed asking him whats wrong. “Something with lenora.. shes been sick and ive been doing the best i can but-“

“How so?” You ask, taking his hand and intertwining it with your own, brushing your thumb on top of his knuckles.

“Like every morning she uh- vomits and shes been all over the place- she doesnt want anyone to know but i just need some type of answer” he explains, you hum as you go through your memory digging to find something. And thats when it hit you.

“Morning sickness and her mood is changing?” He nods, you dont know if youre right and if you should say it but-

“Sh-shes pregnant” you hesitated- he looked at you as if you were crazy, shaking his head he bit his lip.

“Please be serious” arvin said sternly. You say your serious and he roughly lets your hand go- pursing his lips in a thin line.

“And how would you know if she’s pregnant?” He asks looking out the window as he wipes his hand that was in yours on his jeans.

“My momma, i took care of her and im pretty sure i know what im talking about. But if you dont believe me then you dont” you shrug, he only turns back to you and shakes his head in disapproval, he then starts the car as you both ride in silence.

“She told me she doesnt need to be picked up from church anymore” he whispers, hoping you didnt hear.

You only hum and ask him to take you home, avoiding anything else except for that topic, he only sighed and continued to take you home.

“I honestly dont give two fucks- i tried being honest with his dumbass but that didnt work” you say, rolling your eyes about the thoughts of yesterday.

“Yeah fuck him, he doesnt need you anyway-“ cloud got cut off by a car pulling up- the sheriffs car. As you both started to walk slower and come to a end he stopped the car- looking exactly at you.

“Get in- both of you” he says sternly now shifting his eyes at cloud, you turn to cloudy and see his breathe is quickened but you nod at him and go to the car.

“You front seat” he says, you sigh and open the passenger as cloudy enters the back.

You both knew better to fight a white man- it was no use.

“Hungry?” He asks, you only nod not wanting to piss him off, he quickly drives to a restaurant.

Cloudy is smackin on the buger avoiding contact and filling his cheeks while you sat there playing with the french fries- waiting for the sheriff to say something-

“Look- im not here to you know- hurt you but i do need to talk” he simply says easily, you only say what is it and sit up straight.

“I know you both were at the river- what happened?” He asked looking at you while cloudy almost choked on his food. It caught both of your attention as you both looked at him.

“My mouth is full...” he have a weak smile and lee nodded turning his attention to you.

“We didnt really hear anything honestly- we were talking about his school and how hes doing. We walked on the concrete slightly near the river but not close enough to see or hear anything really” you simply lie, not to fast but not to slow, just enough to seem to be telling the truth.

“Oh... uhm- are you sure you didnt see anything?” He asks again, you simply shake your head no- cloudy silently thanking god that your a good lair.

Lee stared you in the eye intensity trying to tell if you were lying or not, but of course you didnt get caught- you learn from your mistakes.

After the chit chat with the sheriff you learned that he wasnt that bad of a person- he offered to talk to the school about the problems and the un fair treatment but you both declined- it would only get worse.

He took you both to the car and you both just sat- the sheriff gone as you and cloudy look at each other, he suddenly pops up the question.

“Didnt you guys just confirm?” He tilts his head, you smack your lips and roll your eyes throwing yourself back in the seat as you only nod.

“Well then talk to him or something, we gotta get home anyway” “like i said before- fuck” “him” you look at cloudy as he finished your sentence, he gives you a smile when you grin and start the car.

“FUCK!” Arvin yells kicking the bed- you know when you think back on something and you wanna kill yourself for it? Yep- thats arvin alright.

He then sat in his bed, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood- cursing himself out for his anger issues.

But then he thinks about it- ‘what if shes pregnant?’ ‘Nope y/n is just lying’ he only went back and forth with himself, it only ended up for him falling asleep.

Taggie! @jeyramarie

#tom holland x reader #arvin russel x reader #tom holland x black!reader #arvin russel x black!reader #tom holland series #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #arvin russell #tdatt #jb writes

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clumsyclifford · 3 years

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can’t believe you thought you could get out of getting a prompt from me by saying it after i’d gone to sleep again? well jokes on you i’m still lurking so if you’re so inclined please can i have “I noticed.” with... i mean you know who don’t you

now go study and good luck!!!!! 💖

kgjfkjslkdmj it wasnt on purpose and thank you for the well wishes, i love you. also sorry that i keep writing the same thing for you but as you said you do have a brand so i think i’m justified

tw for quarantine times i guess??? still not sure if people need a tw for that. more specific tags on ao3 of course

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It’s days like this Calum wishes he worked from home.

Of course, if he worked from home he wouldn’t have even had a coworker for whom he was expected to bake birthday cupcakes. (Cupcakes that, admittedly, he’d volunteered to bake and promptly forgotten about.) The whole situation could have been avoided by Calum going virtual, the way Luke has.

Realistically, he knows he would hate working from home. He’s uniquely susceptible to going stir-crazy when stuck indoors for too long, and even if it means waking up at six in the morning on a Thursday to bake cupcakes for a coworker he only kind of knows that he’d entirely forgotten about until he’d already been in bed the night prior, the regular change of scenery is good for him. As is the change in company.

Calum loves Luke with his entire heart and then some, but he thinks it’s for the best that they don’t spend every second of every day together.

Unfortunately, the kitchenware casualties of Calum’s cupcake endeavours only add to the piles of unwashed dishes at home in their kitchen. The reason they’re unwashed is simple: Luke has been away for the last week, visiting his parents, and with no one to hold him responsible, Calum has become the king of negligence. At this rate, the used mugs in the sink are going to develop abandonment issues for how long they’ve been left there.

Every morning Calum thinks, I’ll wash the dishes after work. And every evening after work, like clockwork, he finds himself thinking, I’ll wash them tomorrow.

It’s not like he believes himself anymore, but it’s a fun little ruse.

Thursday is a long day at work. The cupcakes only barely take the edge off (though they are delicious, especially for the rush job they’d been). He’s so busy that he barely gets a chance to check in with Luke, who’s driving home today. There’s really no time to call, but Calum texts him before he clocks in to make sure he’s left on time. In a spare minute in the middle of the day he catches Luke’s reply, an affirmative that yes, he’s heading out and he’ll be home before Calum is home from work. The text is from several hours ago. Calum doesn’t bother responding, only puts away his phone and returns to his task.

By the time Calum’s finally able to leave — almost an hour late — he’s practically dragging his feet.

Only the thought of Luke at home keeps Calum from taking a power nap in his car before pulling out. That, and he doesn’t want to spend any more time here than strictly necessary. He can always nap at home. With his boyfriend. Cuddling, ideally.

Steeling himself (and slapping his face a couple times to wake himself up), he twists the ignition and drives out, turning up the volume on the loud, guitar-driven song that starts playing on the Bluetooth.

Several songs later, he’s home.

There’s already a small smile on his face as he turns the key in the lock and pushes the door open. “Luke?”

“Calum?” comes Luke’s voice, from the direction of the kitchen, and some of the tension melts out of Calum’s shoulders. He follows Luke’s voice but Luke meets him in the entryway to the kitchen, arms already open to wrap Calum in a tight hug. Calum doesn’t hesitate before throwing his arms around Luke’s neck.

“Fuck, I’m happy you’re home,” he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut and inhaling deeply. Luke smells familiar — like nothing, but in the way Calum’s used to; like he could close his eyes and breathe in this scent anywhere in the world and know it was Luke.

“I’m happy to be home,” Luke responds, a quiet murmur in Calum’s ear. “You seem like you’ve had a long day. I barely heard from you.”

“Yeah, it was busy. Incredibly. And on top of that I was up at six making— oh, fuck, no, I have to wash— these…” Calum’s eyes fly open as he remembers the hurricane of dishes he’d left in the kitchen and his sentence trails into nothing.

The kitchen is spotless. Not a dirty dish in sight. “Wh— what happened here?” he asks, freeing himself from Luke’s grasp.

Luke’s face breaks into a smile. “I cleaned the kitchen!”

“Yeah,” Calum says, somewhat dazed. “I noticed. You— you drove almost four hours and then you got home and…cleaned the entire kitchen?”

“It was a mess,” Luke says. “That plus the fact that I figured you were having a busy day. You shouldn’t have to come home to a messy kitchen.”

“You shouldn’t have to come home to a messy kitchen.”

“I just spent a week with my parents, where they did all the cooking and cleaning,” Luke says with a little laugh. “While you’ve been working. And alone. This is the least I could do. I don’t blame you for putting it off, I’d have done exactly the same.”

Calum stops scanning the kitchen in disbelief and moves his gaze to Luke’s face instead, bringing his hands to Luke’s cheeks and drinking in the sight of him. There’s a new light in his eyes, lifting his whole face. Luke always brightens considerably after spending time with his family. However far he travels, Calum knows Luke is a homebody at heart. His Home Battery is now fully recharged, and Calum can see it in his eyes.

“Hi,” Luke says with a smile.

“Thank you,” Calum says, pulling him into a kiss. Luke is sweet and his hands settle exactly where they belong, palm warm on Calum’s waist, fingers fanning out over the fabric of his shirt. He tastes familiar in that same indescribable way. Fits exactly right in Calum’s hands. All week Calum’s been returning to his flat after work, but only now can he truly call it coming home.

With a smile, Luke pulls away, tugging Calum closer and linking his fingers behind his back. “That was a disproportionate reaction to me doing a normal thing, but I’ll take it.”

“Good, you should. If it’ll motivate you, I’m happy to keep giving disproportionate reactions as rewards for household chores.”

Luke laughs. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Well, I’d really hate to do any damage to this pristine kitchen,” Calum says, quirking a smile. “Also, I don’t feel like cooking. You wanna get takeaway for dinner?”

“You read my mind,” Luke says, kissing Calum’s nose before stepping away. “You can go change, I’ll order. What do we want? Pizza? Chinese? Sushi?”

“Yes,” Calum says. “Any of that sounds amazing. Whatever you want. You be in charge of dinner and I’ll be in charge of putting on a hoodie and doing absolutely nothing.”

“That seems like a fair division of labour.”

“Yeah, I think it is.” Calum steps back, turning away to go change, but then he turns back and gives Luke one more smile. “Seriously, thank you. I should’ve cleaned but I appreciate that you did it.”

Luke shakes his head, a wry smile on his face. “Seriously, it’s no big deal and I’d do it anytime. Go.”

Calum presses his lips together, which does nothing to suppress his smile, and he finally retreats to their room to pull on a hoodie he will definitely steal from Luke.

Maybe they shouldn’t spend every second of every day together, but it’s been a week since they’ve spent any days together at all, and Calum intends to make up for it by clinging to Luke’s side until they fall asleep. Somehow, he doesn’t think Luke will mind.

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kota-bee · 3 years

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moony

a/n: hey look a new series because i got overhwhelmed by in the dark. this will be a self indulgent story so its ok if you dont like it. im trying a new writing style so let me know if its any good. this isnt really edited so read at your own risk. shout out to anyone who can figure out which part of this chapter i inserted after it was done.

chapter 1/? word count: 1628

warnings: none i think. a weeny bit of blood.

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towering trees and bright flowers are all i can see for miles, it was the most beautiful thing ever. mother held my hand, swinging it as we walked along the dimly lit dirt path. "happy birthday my love! how does it feel to be 6 hm?" mothers words are soft and full of love as she looks down at me fondly. "not much differnt, i think im taller maybe?" i screw my face up trying to think if i felt taller or not, i *felt* taller. mother laughed heartly as she looked around us. "youre almost past my hip now! youve definitely gotten taller." mother cooed still looking happily at me. i smiled, i *am* almost past her hip now! i swung her hand even more as we contiuned on our walk. "dad doesnt like to go on these walks does he?" i questioned, looking up at mother. "he doesnt like to get his fancy shoes dirty, Alexander has always been that way" she reasured me softly. the bush in front of us rustled, mother excitedly pulled me down to crouch so we didnt scare the critter moving towards us. i wiggled excitedly, hoping it would be a bunny. "stay still. maybe its a deer" mother whispers into my ear. the rustling get louder before a dirty tired looking man stumbles out. mother pulled me up harshly and hid me behind her. i tried to peek out at the man but she shoved me behind her again. i suddenly remebered what day it was, the full moon. i clutched to mothers shirt as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"can i help you sir? you look ill" mothers voice is shakey but firm. "now that you ask... i do need help"

im on my back on the floor, its uncomfortable and bumpy. my hands are wet and warm, it feels gross and sticky.i raise my hands to my face, theyre red? i turn my head to see if mother knows whats happening and... the man is on top of her, his teeth digging into her neck. shes screaming, crying, "m-mom?"

"mom?" i whisper but im not in that forest anymore, im on my bed in my room. i look around my room, at the posters and drawings on my wall that i made myself, at my trunk and bag near my door. it takes me a second to register the knocking at my door. "andi we need to go" a sandy haired man says softly as he pushes through my door. its just remus, im safe. i push myself up to sit on the edge of my bed and run my hand through my messy curls. "are you alright sweetheart?" remus- dad, asks me softly. "nightmare" i mumbled sleepily. he sighs and sits down next to me. he rubs circles against my back. "its always worse after the full moon, give yourself some patient love" dad said softly, he knew i wouldnt actually give myself time to bounce back. it was frustrating to admit i needed time to heal, i didnt like admitting i was differnt. dad sighed and kissed my forehead gently "get dressed, you can eat at the weasleys, molly will have plenty of food for you"

i pull my t-shirt and worn jeans on and try desperatley to make my hair less of a mess. i dragged my trunk downstairs towards dad who was waiting patiently at the door. "ready? molly will have some ointments for you when you get there."

"i double checked this time" i chuckle, more than once ive forgotten something important, my school supplies werent exactly cheap so that wasnt exaclty ideal. dad chuckled and looped his arm through mine and, with a loud pop, we landed at the burrow. my second home! i live here as often as i do at dads house. it was the most brilliant house ive ever been too.

the door flew open and two lanky twins came flying towards me. fred and george collided with me, hugging me tightly. i giggled squeezing them tightly. Remus put his hand on my shoulder “I’ll see you at the train station, be safe” and with a pop he was gone.

“He never comes inside” a sweet voice came from the doorway. A plump woman was looking fondly at the three teens. She opened her arms wide, beckoning me forward. i smiled and wrapped my arms around molly. “Hello dear” she cooed into my hair. Molly pulled back and looked me over, cupping my face and turned it side to side, examining the new cuts and bruises i donned. She hummed

“Ginny! Ron! Come here!” Molly shouted as she pulled me inside, the twins following.

“She’s going to coddle you” Fred whispered into my ear with a little chuckle. i rolled my eyes as i followed molly into the kitchen where Ron and Ginny had just rushed in.

“Andi!” Ginny bounded towards me wrapping her arms around me and hugged me like it had been years since the last time she had seen me. Ginny had always looked up to me like an older sister ever since she could speak. i hoisted Ginny up and into my arms spinning her around. god i loved the weasleys, every one of them, including percy.

“I’m a little offended you didn’t do that for us” George huffed feigning hurt.

“Yeah come on andi, I thought we were your favourite” Fred added, mimicking his twin.

“Now when did I say that boys” i teased as i plopped Ginny back on the floor. The twins rolled their eyes before throwing their arms over my shoulders. the twins did this to me so often, we were always joined at the hip in some way.

“I dunno I just have a sneaking suspicion that you like us” the boys said in unison. i snickered and gave Ron a happy “hello”

“Now now boys don’t be too rough on her” molly scolded shooing the twins off of me. i sighed, Molly always had a tendency to treat me like i was fragile. “Oh come on mum it’s not like we’re throwing her around” Fred whined. “We could if you wanted” George whispered. The trio had learned early on that the best way to annoy the younger groups was to mock flirt with each other. After awhile it became an inside joke that the three found hilarious. Much to everyone’s dismay.

“Come on andi let me clean you up” Molly’s words are sweet but insistent. i know better than to argue with molly over this stuff. Molly is a excellent healer and it would be stupid to deny her help. i looked over at the twins who are grinning ear to ear, they did warn me i suppose. i rolled my eyes once more before following molly to the living room. i sit down on the sofa the twins and i often crowd. It was far too small for three lanky teens. Molly began rustling in a little bag near a bookshelf. She was humming a song and shaking to a tune only she could hear. Ah ha! Molly exclaimed as she pulled out a little jar full of white paste.

“This will help it heal a little faster, it won’t keep it from scarring unfortunately” molly starts excitedly before mumbling off the last part. i knew this, magic was wonderful but it couldn’t prevent scarring in most situations. i had more scars than i cared to count. Molly cupped my face as she smeared the paste over my wounds, i winced slightly. no matter if it had numbing ingriedents or not, this part always hurt

“I know it hurts, just breathe” molly humed. “Do you have anymore?” Molly questions looking me over. “You know the answer to that question” i chuckled dryly as i stood pulling my shirt up with me. Revealing a bandage stretching across my stomach.

Molly sighed, she hated seeing her kids hurt, not that Andi was her kid but it certainly felt like it. Molly peeled the bandage off slowly trying desperately to keep it from hurting too much.

i shuddered biting back tears as i felt the bandage pull healed skin with it.

The twins were watching from the doorway as molly tended to Andi. They knew what Andi looked like after full moons but they never got used to the gashes and bruises she dawned afterwards. Fred turned away, he felt sick to his stomach, he loved Andi, he wished he could take this from her. She didn’t deserve it.

Molly patched andi's stomach up once more and pulled her shirt down over it.

“Put this on your face twice a day and I’ll help you with your back until you go to school then then ask one of your friends to help” molly instructed waving her finger at me to enunciate her words.

“Yes ma’am” i mock soluted, i knew how much that annoyed her. i turned towards the door way and gave George a lopsided grin and peeked past him at Fred who was leaning against a counter.

“Want to show me what your letters talked about?” i said my tone dripping with mischief. The twins faces lit up as they grabbed my hands and dragged me up the stairs, giggling like kids the whole way to their room.

“What are you three planning??” Molly shouted up the stairs. She knew those three were troublemakers at heart. They had been since they met when they were 7. Remus needed help with Andi after a rough full moon and the rest is history. The three of them managed to turn rons teddy bear into a spider once.

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vynefiendfyre · 3 years

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ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔹𝕃𝔸ℂ𝕂 𝔸ℝ𝕄𝕐 𝕎𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 ℝ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℙ𝔸𝕊𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕆𝕌𝕋 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔼𝕏ℍ𝔸𝕌𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ

Ray • he probably wouldnt notice • I'm sorry • slap him • he'd be too busy with his duties to notice you wobbling around • he would notice your shaking but just think it was his imagination since hes pretty exhausted too • that is until you set his tea down and then disappear in front of his desk • he calls out your name a couple times before standing up from behind the Mountain of paperwork • "Y/N? Y/N?" He calls before going around his desk and finding you in a heap of skin and muscle • "oh shi-" he covers his mouth and rushes over to you • "wake up, come on..." he mumbles, trying to get to to wake up • when you dont, he drags you to his room and sets you on his bed • he assigns a lower ranked member to watch over you and make sure you dont get out of bed • will force you back even if he has to physically restrain you • he'd try to cook something for you because he's a worried boyfie • almost burns the building down • sets the oven on fire • he also makes luka panic • got banned from the kitchen by luka • got banned from touching hot things from sirius • he cant really take a day off so he just checks in on you periodically when he has a couple minutes • luka has to make him tea now • honestly wouldnt make you do crap for the next couple days • just worries about you a lot "No more kitchen." Sirius and Luka collectively agree on that. "Fine... No more kitchen." Ray pouts softly as he goes up the stairs. He knocks on the door to his room to make sure he doesnt startle you and closes the door behind him. He sits on the edge of your bed and sighs. "I tried to make some food for you but I messed it up and now I'm banned from the kitchen." You sit up and chuckle, shaking your head slightly. "You know you can't cook, silly." He blushes and scratches the back of his head. "I just worry that you arent eating enough sometimes and I wanted to do something nice for you." "You being here for me, although I could get up since it's already been two days, is enough for me. Thank you though." You open your arms for him and he slides in, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Sirius • wouldnt notice either • too busy • slap him pt.2 • doesnt even notice you're shaking • just thinks its normal and goes on with his day • it isnt until he goes to take care of his horse and he finds you face down in the dirt mixed with horse poo • it stinks • he low key screams loud enough the whole building can hear it • luka, seth, and fenrir come running out • he picks you up like you're a moldy cloth and takes you inside • the rest are low key laughing at his face but are worried about you • he doesn't let your feet touch the ground the whole time • puts you in your bed after putting down a towel • you wake up and freak out then realise you're in your room • "wash yourself off" • "but I cant" • "why cant you" • "sirius I cant move my arms" • *throws washcloth* • "suffer alone." • but the moment you fall asleep hes cleaning you off • you stink and he cant handle it • would worry • are they okay • are they eating • forces you to eat if you havent • would keep you in bed for like 2 weeks • worried about you constantly • kinda snaps because hes so worried • yells a lot but doesnt know it • assigns someone like luka or seth to take care of you • trust issues to the max • he most likely assigns luka because they can cook together and sirius can bring up your meal while luka cooks and after they're done sirius can put the stuff away and luka can look after you • would tie you to the bed if you dont want to stay in it • did I mention hes worried "You still smell like horse poo." Sirius sighs as he sits on the side of your bed with your portion of dinner on a plate. "It's because you wont let me get up and take a shower without someone watching me." You grumble, taking the plate and utensils. "I just don't want to find you face down in the horse stable again." "Then let me take a shower." "Fine... But I'm going to be

standing guard in case something happens." You blush a bit at the thought and rub his hand. "Stop being such a worry wart." You smile at him before beginning to eat. "I'm not worried." He adverts his gaze and looks down at his hands. "I-I'm gunna let you eat in peace." He stands and leaves. "He's so worried." You mumble with a fond smile. Luka • he's the most • um • blunt I guess • so he would notice the dark circles under your eyes or how you wobble around while baking and just blatantly ask you • "are you okay?" • if you answer yes, he knows something's off and hes going to get answer from you one way or another • unfortunately hes too late and he finds you passed out in the kitchen after going to grab something from the pantry • he'd panic at first and think you're dead • he'd rush over to you and try to shake you awake but you wont budge • low key starts to cry • big sigh of relief when you finally wake up • he'd hold you close and not let you go • he's strong so good luck getting out of his hug for a while • the food goes cold and you're like "Luka the food's gunna get cold." • he's like "I don't care I thought I lost you." and then blush because he didn't realise he said what he said and you started to laugh • "I wasnt gone forever." • "I know..." • cue more blushing • he'd make some food and tea for you to munch on after • he'd be really clingy and Stone would definitely notice and squeak at him in a teasing way • would pin you down to the bed if you tried to leave the next day • insists that you need rest and wont let you go until hes satisfied • sneaks back hugs and kisses to make sure you're feeling well • presses his lips against your forehead to check your temperature • hes amazing Arms wrap around your waist as you mix the batter for Ray's muffins. "Hey, Luka." You say, concentrating on mixing. "You feeling okay?" He presses his lips against your temple, pulling back before resting his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Yeah, what's up?" "Just makin' sure you're okay." His voice comes out muffled as he presses some kisses against your shoulder. "Luka, I have to finish these." You try to shake him off but he just holds you tighter and whines. "Nooooo." He groans before you slither out of his arms, his blushing face left for the world to see. "I need to get these in the oven and make the tea. I promise I'll hug you when I'm done. You can make the tea if you want." "Fine." He mutters and gets the stuff for the tea. Fenrir • this man • slap him pt. 3 • not really • but pls slap him • he wouldnt notice and he'd just be like "huh what's up?" if you seemed really tired • he'd probably have to listen to the queues of Ray or Seth to even get a thought that you're exhausted • honestly I wouldnt blame him though, he has a lot of stuff on his plate as the Ace • hes probably just as overworked as you are but hes too charismatic to show it • he thought that you'd get through it because you're tough but freaks out when you pass out on the way to Ray with his tea • he decided it would be best to walk you from the kitchen to Ray's office after Ray pretty much ordered him to • he would've done it anyway • boyfriend material smh • when you came crashing to the ground the last thing he was worried about was the tea • he panicked inside and cursed himself for not letting you rest enough • he'd resituate you so that your back is leaning on the wall as he cleans up the mess of the tea • I love him • he'd bring the tea to Ray before rushing back to you • you had woken up and were lowkey scared about how you ended up in that situation • he'd hug you really tight to hide the tears forming • hides in the crook of your neck • drags you into bed and makes you lay down with him • he'd take the next day off and coax you back into bed and cuddle with you • good luck getting away from him • he has an iron clad grip on your hips so you arent moving anywhere • would probably put you on his chest and wrap his arms

around you because that's how he feels most comfortable • would take the next day off too just to make sure you're okay before going back to his duties • would keep a close eye on you from then on "Babe, I'm fine." You say as you climb the stairs to Ray's room for the first time since you passed out. "I just want to make sure you don't pass out again." Fenrir says in his usual go-lucky voice. "But babe, I got a full nights rest last night." "I don't care, I'm still worrying about you." He rubs the back of his head. "You know, my duties as your boyfriend and the ace is to keep you safe from harm. And I failed to make sure you were doing okay, so I won't slip up again." He looks at his feet as you both turn to Ray's office. "Look at me, Fenrir." He locks eyes with you and you lean up to give him a peck on the lips. "I'll be fine." You nudge open the door with your foot before stepping in. Seth • girl good luck being exhausted around him • he'd notice immediately • would not let you go • files for a couple days off to releive stress • makes you go out no matter how much you object to it • takes you to a bakery since he knows you love to bake • let's you buy what you want and then buys for himself • drags you to a dress store to get a new outfit for you • he notices how you begin to get sluggish and let's you sit down while he brings dresses to you • panics when he sees you slumped over when he comes back with a cute white dress • thinks the red army did something and drops the dress to rush over to you • shakes you a bit until he realises you passed out • "you silly girl/boy... you should've told me if you were this tired..." he mutters to himself • puts the dress back and hoists you on his back • he walks through most of the central quarter with you on his back before you wake up • you're really confused as to what's happening and why theres so many people • and you're tall?? when did you grow? • then you see the blue hair of seth and realise you passed out • "sorry if I scared you..." you mumble in his ear so he can hear you • he just looks back and smiles and it says it's fine • he gets you back to the black army base with a little retaliation from you to set him down • he just keeps a strong grip on your thighs and keeps you held up no matter how much you squirm • he sets you down on his bed and settles in before you can leave, practically tying you to the bed and not letting you leave • insists you need your beauty sleep even though you dont think so • will make you sleep one way or another • takes at least 3 days off to make sure you get rest • would give you back hugs and kiss your neck or shoulders more often just to check up on you • super teasing about it • slap him pt. 4 • golden retriever bf • 10/10 would reccomend "Aliiiiiceee..." Seth whines in a high pitched voice. "What is it?" You ask over your shoulder from folding laundry. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head on top of yours. "How are you feeling today? Have you eaten?" You think for a moment before you realise you haven't slept in a while and you haven't eaten today. "Uh... no..." "Your bags say you haven't slept in a while either." He drags you to his bed and throws himself on top of you, making sure not to crush you. "Seth... I was in the middle of doing something..." "I don't care. Now sleep." He puts his hand over your eyes and flips over so you're on top of him, resting on his chest. His heartbeat is soothing and strong, indicating that this isn't a dream or hallucination, this is reality and you have such a wonderful lover. His hands are still wrapped around you and prevent you from moving, so you decide to just lay there. You drift off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat and slowed breathes.

A/N This is a request from @Chaosangel767

hope you like it!!

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aestheticsuwu · 4 years

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🛋 I Wish I Didn't Care All The Time 🛋

F.W.B AU! Klarker

Clark Barker x Jack Kline

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Many people have many opinions on F.W.B , but one opinion that is mainly seen and heard is that at the end it tends to blow up at your face .

Jack wasn't one to get involve into some shit that he will regret . On the other hand , his best friend Clark has done some shit that have gotten both of them in trouble .

Keep in mind half the time Jack wouldn't be involved and he somehow get caught red handed . He blames it all on Clark , well that's his excuse cause he doesn't want to get the wrath of his parents .

Sure he can ignore the raven man and hang with his other friends and live a simple , relaxing life . The problem is that Jack doesn't quite have other friends . He just has his older sister Claire . And her friends only talk to him out of pity .

He met Clark in high school when the guy tried to convince him to do the class project all by himself . From then on they sorta clicked , they were inseparable. Many people thought they were dating .

He wasn't blind , his friend was attractive and by all the times Clark had told him he was hot . He could see why people thought that they were a couple , the latter was quite touchy .

And it wasn't like it never crossed his mind , but the thing was Clark is basically fuck boy . He doesn't do relationships , the only thing he can commit is to drugs, food , and music .

On the other hand he didn't have a problem with commitment issues , but all his relationships just never seem to work out . The problem mainly being Clark , that's what his exes would tell him .

" Fuck them , they dont know what their missing out , And being honest she was annoying . "

That was always his response , pointing out what he didn't like about the person .

" you don't like no one " it was like a relative

thing . He wasn't lying when he mentioned about his failed attempt at love .

" I like you , don't I " Rolling his eyes , as the raven haired holds him close . All he can do is take in the somehow soothing smell of cigarettes and cologne .

.....

Being in college is frustrating , mainly being filled overload with homework , essays , projects , and you can't forget anxiety . Jack was just overwhelmed , he just wanted to go home to his dad's and listen to them bicker . Have a fight with Claire about anything , help his father with his garden and watch the bees .

He wants to spend time with his uncle Sam maybe playing football , even he's terribly bad at it . Laugh with his aunt Eileen, when Sam and Dean get competitive over who's actually winning . he just wants to be with his family .

Thank God break is coming soon , if not he would've exploded . When he mentions it to Clark, he just say he's probably frustrated because he hasn't gotten any action . He usually just throws his pillow at him .

..... ...... .....

It wasn't the first time he seen his friend drunk , it was after all was a constant thing he would do . Watching as his friend struggle to take of his jacket and stumbling to go lay down , it wasn't no surprise when he had fell down . He also couldn't help but laugh along with Clark.

" seems like you had a fun night , here let me help you " Helping him stand up , he starts to remove his jacket .

" Fuck yeah I did , you should've have gone . You could've released some of your pent up frustration . " Clark spoke as he looked at the blonde .

" can you not , just be glad you did . God you reek of ciggaretes . I don't know when your gonna learn when to stop smoking .

Hold on I'm gonna help you change , please try not to fall . "

removing the other boy shirt , he walks to the drawer taking out what he needs . returning to the now slighty naked drunk .

" I missed you "

" i missed you too . you should lay down. " turning around to lay down , he was stopped .

" can you lay with me tonight . please . "

Clark asked still holding on to his wrist . as they both layed down , he didn't know why his heart was beating so fast . Maybe it was the way his friend was looking at him or how all he can think of how was to kiss him . But there was that warning bell

going off his mind warning him to not cross the line . but by the time he was gonna acknowledge it , Clark had started kissing him .

He wasn't the one to be blamed , if you were being kissed by the same person who was incredibly a good kisser you would also ignore all the warning signs .

His lips tasted like beer and cigarettes. Clothes were thrown across the room . Darker hands roamed gently across soft pale skin , Holding him down firmly . As he racked his nails down the ravens back from the pleasure he was receiving. And he should've known everything wouldn't be the same after that night .

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The morning after , Jack got his ass up from the bed and quickly left as he could . Scared he had to face him . cursing himself for being so weak , he shouldve have stopped . He knew he should go back to his dorm and got talk to Clark, but it didn't mean he couldn't avoid it for a few more hours .

walking in the dorm , he expected to see the latter in the room but he was nowhere to be seen . So he sat down and waited . minutes after minutes then turned to hours . Might as well get started with his paper that was due this week .

It was dark when he heard the door open . looking up from his computer , watching as Clark walk in . Obviously ignoring him , he went straight to bathroom . They didn't spoke at all , just Jack watching him change . but he didn't once look at him .

Right he was about to step out , he just quickly spoke and left .

" I'm going out , don't wait up "

The silence didn't quite helped him feel better .It made him feel like shit , it just made it worse when he started to cry .

.... .... ....

All he can see was darkness , he kept glancing at the clock . The time was just there mocking him as if it knew he was waiting for someone that might not come . checking again it was still 2 : 00 AM like it was two seconds ago .So he just turned on the lights .

Coming to the conclusion that the raven haired was probably in someone else's bed . He gets out of bed to turn off the lights , the door opens .

" your awake , I thought you were asleep already ." a surprised look coming across his face .

" I was going to , I was just ......... " silence overtook the conversation . they just standed for a good minute until Clark spoke but didn't even look at his direction .

" alright . night . "

Shame crept up in his skin , he knew he should've kept his mouth shut . but the words just tumbled out his mouth .

" you had fun ? I mean by looks of it . "

finishing getting undress , he responds by shrugging . not being able to stand the cold shoulder , he tries again but unfortunately that's when his tears started to come in .

" Jack , are you crying ? "

startled by the voice , he looks up. He didn't even notice when his friend came closer. He latches on to the older boy ,not wanting the other to leave him . feeling Clark hold him tight and giving him a kiss on his temple made him calm down .

Later that night they talked and both agreed it was an amazing beautiful mistake but both knew it would affect their friendship . So they agreed to move on , keep going with their life's.

Unfortunately , Clark haven't been able to sleep with anyone else after night. It seemed nobody was good enough for him . It just seemed pointless , and he doesn't want to remember when he try to have sex but he couldn't get it up .

So it lead him to masturbating and smoking . But he couldn't do it because he didn't have time to do so . And it seemed both him and Jack were playing a game that they didn't even know the rules to .

All broke loose when he saw a guy try to give Jack his number in front of him . HE was just boiling and it was like the blonde knew what it was doing to him . He started flirting back with that dumbass .

When they both got back to the dorm , they locked the door .

The next day they both went to find the guy and jack had to explain to the guy he wasnt interested , not because what had happen in that same day .

And if Clark had a smug smirk all day nobody mentioned it

.... ....

They agreed on a Friend with benefits agreement . There were rules that had to be followed so at the end their friendship wouldnt get ruined .

* 1 . Don't tell anyone

* 2 . once feelings start to form they had to call it quits

* 3 . They're aren't allowed to sleep with anyone else

( Jack agreed with that one right away , he wasn't trying to catch a disease or something . well that's what he kept telling himself .)

* 4 . They can stop whenever the other doesn't want to continue .

* 5 . Always ask consent !

Jack was really proud he came up with that , even if Clark retorted

" I think when your all over me it should be more clear that you want me to F- "

covering his mouth he ends the conversation to point out their first time .

" you were the one that had asked me the first time .:

And well they couldn't quite finish the list , because one kiss lead to another and well how can you blame Clark when the blonde was smiling at him like that .

When both come to the conclusion that had fallen way before they had come to the point they were . The blonde tries to show the other , how maybe they didn't have to be just friends . While the other pretends , it all just distraction like playing a board game .

Even if it broke Clark's heart having to remind himself , it was just that and nothing more .

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there should be more klarker fic

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she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do? throw herself onto a pyre? is she not allowed to feel lousy that this whole thing blew up in her face? because she's an adult and she made a mistake, she's not allowed to be sad or stressed? she's still an imperfect human. apologizing immediately usually means people are still sensitive to their own hurt of being called out because it's fresh and on their mind so it tends to slip into their apology, but if she had waited any longer to compose herself, you guys would probably have an issue with how long she took. also, in aaaaaallll of this, I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic? I've read her fic and I personally can't see anything wrong, although I will admit that yes, I'm a white ciswoman but I'd like to think I'm aware of negative tropes. but the only thing touted is "it made an mlm uncomfortable" but HOW??? honestly, I want to know! if anything so I can avoid doing the same thing! how is anyone meant to learn when you're not bringing up these points as often as you're explicitly laying out the problems in her apology and whatnot. I've seen 6 posts about how shit the apology was and for why and I've not once seen the original comment detailing why the fic was problematic, and I've been looking on twit, tumblr, insta, and ao3. if it's been deleted, why isn't anyone stating again and again what's wrong? also, if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it. there's one artist that's pretty popular on Twitter and I personally really hate they way they draw klance but it's all over my tl. I respect that person's art style and creativeness and keep on moving. other people enjoy it, good for them. and if I start reading something and get surprised with something I dont like, I leave! find people who write things you like and stop engaging with creators who's things you don't like, as far as I know no one is holding a gun to your head making you read problematic fic. also for as much as you rag on her for the words she used to apologize, you don't seem to be considering your own words when offering criticism. if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully? lastly, no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way (like you should do when it come to kl content creators you don't like). people sending hate in Taylor's defense are in the wrong I agree, and this isn't hate its critism its a discussion, but Taylor isn't responsible for, how many people did you say? 16k on twit? even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense. I see so many younger fans expecting perfection in their fandoms and that just isn't going to happen. yes we should be striving to be better but no one is ever going to be perfect. not you, not me, not the mlm person, not Taylor, not anyone on any side of this argument. the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.- 🦛

she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do?

im pretty sure i said its good that she realizes she handled it poorly. but she makes the whole apology about this, doesnt directly talk about the issues and i know someone went to her to talk about it. also, it took her a day to say something about it so it wasnt exactly immediate (in the sense people had already stopped talking about it but that doesnt mean they werent still bothered). the apology was directed at mlm, and i havent seen one saying it felt genuine. of couse she can be hurt but when you apologize to a marginalized group the focus shouldnt be your feelings, but the feelings of the ones you have hurt.

I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic?

she admits to be projecting on lance. so she makes him very femine and keith very masculine. and ok, gay couples like that do exist, but she is a woman projecting in this situation so this bothers people. putting mlm in this position is a harmful steriotype, bc it feels very heterosexual. this is a trope, it unfortunately happens a lot and its harmful. women need to be aware of what they are representing when drawing/writing mlm because well, real mlm are going to see it, and no one likes to feel like a fetish to others. and its not our place to question if the criticism is right or wrong when we are not mlm, so if you read this and think “but thats not a problem thats not a fetish etc” well, its not your place to judge that. theres more to it and you probably could get a better answer from a mlm sorry.

if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it.

please, lets not compare a minority pointing out harmful tropes with. something fucking illegal.

as you said, you are a cis woman, of course its not going to hurt you in this case. but if people are making harmful content its not a simple matter of “dont interact with it” because they will still be promoting it, other people are going to read it, and media influences how we see minorities so of course people will not like when they see bad portrayal of them. also, tumblr sucks so even if you want to just “dont interact with it” its hard because even after blocking you can still cross the content of someone. not sure how it works on twitter but anyway this discussion started on tumblr and tumblr doesnt stop people who were bothered by her to avoid her by blocking.

if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully?

i think she deleted the ask by now, but i dont remember the ask being hateful. i remember someone asking if she was a fujoshi, and another person mentioned that mlm didnt like the way she portrayals klance. i dont remember it being hateful. but again, she apologized for handling it badly. its just that she stops there.

no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way

ignoring world issues is a privilege. if someone is able to turn off from all the problems in the world, its a privilige. yes no one should talk aobut it all the time thats not even healthy, but to never talk about it is a privilege. thats what black people are saying, they cant just turn off from racism, so yes they are going to expect white people to do something. online honestly i cant do shit, i dont think anything i reblog here does a difference and i do what i can in my own country, but she has a plataform that could help bring awareness. again, its a privilege to be able to curate your social media to be a perfect happy place.

even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense.

maybe they wouldnt, but if people were doing this type of thing in my name, in my defense, i would at least say something about it idk. she cant control them but she makes nothing to show that she disagrees or look for the people being harassed to say something about it.

the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.

when it comes to simple things like “i prefer taller lance and i dont like taller keith” yeah, its fine to ignore people who draw taller keith and move on with your life or something like that. but we are talking about mlm, a real group of people, being upset for being portrayed in a harmful and steriotype way. its everywhere in fandom, and in real life. they cant escape from real life, and then they come to fandom where everyone wants some escapism and have to deal with more issues. its tiring

#well. good morning #anon

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wolferals · 4 years

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🌟HIM AGAIN🌟

arón piper preference

-it was a totally normal Saturday for you

-you got up around 9:30, took a quick cold shower to cool down since its been really hot lately

-afterwards you had some breakfast, just some toast with strawberry jam and a glass of chocolate milk

-it was around 11 when you had decided to have a day just for yourself

-you‘ve made a little plan of what to do today

-just some general ideas what you could do

-first on your last was going to the grocery store

-quickly you grabbed your keys from the living room and put the rest of your stuff like phone, lip balm, a bottle of water and a scrunchie in your backpack

-then you hopped in your car and drove as close to the center as you could so you were able get all your stuff without walking long distance

-all the stores were in your reach

-on your way to the grocery store, which was only like a 5 minute walk you first put on your sunglasses due to the bright light and then checked your phone for a second

-then you looked up

-and a guy walked past you

-he was handsome you thought but didnt really pay attention until he sent you a cute smile

-you smiled back and kept walking

-u‘ve never seen anyone in Madrid who just passes you on the sidewalk smile at you

-especially not a guy

-but you didnt think anything of it, you just wanted to concentrate on yourself today

-it was officially you-time

-very well deserved after the last project you had to do at college

-it had been stressing you out for weeks

-but now it was over and you needed a break

-at Mercadona you just wandered around the aisles for a while and eventually got everything you wanted

-the usual

-some bread, milk, eggs, some juice, pasta and some rice and a bunch of different candies for your soul

-you really needed this right now

-after paying for your stuff you put all of it in a tote bag and left to bring all of it back to your car

-since your car wasnt parked anywhere far away it took you only a couple of minutes until your bag was secure on your backseat

-quickly you checked your phone for the next destination

-which was getting your eyebrows plucked

-your friends sister did that for you for a great prize and you really liked the way she did it

-so you headed there real quick

-„hey girl!“ she greeted you as you walked in

-„hey nice to see you.“ you spoke and hugged her for a second before she had to go back to her customer

-„looks great.“ you complimented the girl who‘s makeup she was working on right now

-she smiled at you and thanked you

-„just sit down, I‘ll be done in a minute.“ Ella told you and you did as she said

-so you just spend a bit of time scrolling through your phone but that got boring soon so you just looked around

-out the window mostly

-not to sound like a creep but you liked watching people

-more like observing characters

-its so weird how different people can come off as just by walking by

-you saw two girls together

-one of them blonde, wearing super girly clothes like a crop top and a cute dotted skirt

-the other one had black short hair, bangs in a bright purple color, wearing more like emo-clothes

-you liked how people showed off who they were with their clothes

-and then a guy walked by

-he looked familiar

-you had passed him before, you had remembered his blue shirt with the little picture on it

-weird you thought but forgot about it the second Ella told you to sit down at the chair

-after your eyebrows were in a good shape again you went to the next store

-you‘ve been looking for a knitted top for a while and your friend had told you you could find it at Zara

-so off you went

-the walk was a bit farther but not like a challenge

-as you walked past a busy street

-you noticed a very cute dog sitting in front of a store

-he wasnt on a leash

-must be a very well behaved dog you thought

-you went up to him, you just couldn’t resist

-you pet him carefully and looked around to maybe see the owner

-„naw who do you belong to?“ you asked the dog in a cute voice

-he just looked at you and obviously enjoyed you scratching his head

-„me.“ you suddenly heard a voice and stood up from the ground

-„he‘s mine.“ a tall handsome man spoke and put his phone in his jeans pocket

-it was this guy again

-the one who you had seen twice in one hour already

-„he‘s really cute.“ you just spoke and kept on walking

-all you heard was a laughing „thanks.“ as your back was turned to him

-it did feel very strange to see this guy all the time

-considering that madrid is huge

-it was probably just a coincidence

-to bluntly summon this, you didnt find the top you were looking for because it had been sold out in your size

-unfortunately

-so you decided to go to another store to check

-but they didnt have anything close to it either

-after another hour you quickly grabbed a sandwich at a bakery nearby and wanted to head back to your car

-while eating your sandwich on the way you got a little bit distracted by your phone

-so you dropped a piece of tomato on the ground

-but before you could pick it up to throw it in the trash can nearby someone was faster

-well not quite a person

-a dog

-and you had seen this dog before

-you were weirded out by now

-„oh.“ was all you could say in this situation

-„paco.“ someone yelled and you looked up to see this guy, the fucking same guy AGAIN, jogging up to the both of you

-„i‘m sorry he‘s young and...“ he stopped and looked at you as if he had recognized you as well

-„its okay, i would’ve eaten it anymore anyways.“

-the guy laughed a little

-he had a gap between his front teeth

-your first boyfriend had had one too

-well, you were 12

-„sorry, he keeps bugging you.“ he said and grabbed the dog at the collar

-„no dont worry! He‘s just playful I understand that. But my full respect that he doesnt need a leash.“ you spoke impressed

-„yeah my dad taught him that. He‘s a good boy.“ the guy smiled down at his dog

-you smiled back

-„yeah he seems like it.“

-„anyway I have to go. But I‘ll probably see you again today.“

-you started laughing

-he joined you and then added a:“Im sure. Have a good day!“

-„you two as well!“ you replied and smiled one last time before finally reaching your car and driving home to have a nice afternoon all for yourself

*2 days later*

-your friends had invited you to a game night at their shared apartment

-you were super excited

-Sheila just told you her boyfriend would be coming too

-and that he might bring a friend so that you guys would be an even amount of players

-you were just sitting at the dining table sipping on a glass of wine as the doorbell rang

-„oh finally.“ Sheila groaned and ran to open the door

-you heard them greet each other and someone took off their shoes and their jacket

-„Guys, thats Jorge, but you‘ve met him before. Like once? And that’s Arón, his best friend.“

-you looked up

-and you couldnt fucking believe it

-„No.“ was all you said and stood up

-this wasnt true, man

-that dude again

-„You.“ he started laughing

-Sheila looked around all confused

-„You two know each other?“ she asked

-Arón and Jorge sat down

-Arón then eventually spoke:“Funny story.“

-you couldnt keep his eyes off him

-other than the other day he was wearing a flannel and jeans not the sweats and the oversized shirt

-and he smelled good

-„Yeah really weird.“ you added to his comment

-„Tell us!“ your other friend encouraged you

-arón kept staring at you

-and when sheila responded:“maybe its destiny“ you knew it too

-and judging from his face, he did too

#elite #cute #preference #aronpiper #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences

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hiccstrxd · 4 years

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One Shot

Post second movie.

Prompt: “I think I love you”

This is a very cute drabble that was inspired by the phrase above. This wasnt proofread so there might be a few mistakes. Also, im sorry if the characters are not actually in character.

She had been searching him for hours and still there were no signs of his whereabouts. She let out a sigh of frustration, while marching towards Raven Point hoping that would be the last place she would have to go for the day.

She knows that it hasn’t been easy for Hiccup this last few days, having to deal with all of these new chief’s duties, while also supervising the training academy with its new recruits, keeping a village full of stubborn vikings satisfied and dealing with hard tasks such as renovating and signing new peace treaties and teaching the archipelago more about dragons. He doesn’t have time to just be.

Unconsciously, she slowed down her pace while her eyebrows creased slightly. No, it hasn’t been easy and he deserves better than a few hours of sleep and a tight schedule every week.

Astrid let out a sigh of relief when she reached the narrow entrance to the cove and saw him laying atop of Toothless’ underside, near the pond, his prosthetic resting over his right leg and staring at the sky above. She couldn’t help but admire the sight for a little while, a relaxed Hiccup is not something that you get to see so often nowadays.

She slowly made her way towards him, careful as to not disturb him. Unfortunately for her, as steady as she was during battles and raids once upon a time, she couldn’t have foreseen the cat-like reflexes of a certain jet black dragon, whose eyes snapped open and head shot upwards when he heard her approaching steps.

“Good evening, milady.” He said while sitting up and glancing towards a very sheepishly looking Astrid Hofferson.

“Hey.” She said, smiling when Toothless excitedly came over to her, offering a gummy smile and purring when she gave him a light scratch under his chin. She swears that dragon was like an extremely big house-cat.

“I’ve been looking nonstop for you, you know. I almost thought that you were ignoring me.” She said, giving him a side-glance and a playful smirk, obviously showing him that she was kidding. She walked towards him and sat next to him, giving him a light push on his shoulder while doing so. He laughed at her antics, scooting closer to her and throwing his left arm over her shoulders, pulling her even closer.

“Hey you, I have missed you.“ He said, sounding near as a whisper.

Her heart skipped a beat. Simple, heartwarming confessions such as those are still a part of their relationship she is yet to get over soon, although she believes she will never grow tired of them, even after years of a committed long term relationship and meaningful kisses. More so if they are not exchanged as much as they both will like to, though neither one of them would ever admit it.

“I missed you too.” She said eventually, looking at his vivid green eyes.

He clicked his tongue before saying, “And just to let you know, I have wanted to spend some time with you but all of these new duties that I have to do, plus the dragon academy that still needs to be supervised since the twins are not doing a very good job at what I ordered them to do, and Snotlout that it’s also not helping with-“ She put a hand on his chest, which unsurprisingly stopped his rambling at once, and signaled for him to slow down.

“Hey, it’s okay. I understand. You have other things more important to attend to, just know that I’m here if you ever need me.” He gave her a gratified smile, his eyes showing nothing but love. He still couldn’t believe how he got this lucky, that after all this time he knows that he counts with her for anything and everything, that no matter what happens nothing will ever break them apart because, as he had mentioned to her before, there always will be a Hiccup and an Astrid, always.

He interlaced his fingers with hers, and put one hand on her cheek, slowly caressing her cheek with his thumb, “I think I love you,” he muttered, ever so lowly, almost as a whisper, perhaps if she hadn’t been so focused on him and on his lips that were so near her, she would have missed it.

She let out an inaudible, unintentional gasp. His confession had left her with eyes shot open, mouth agape and a racing heart. As silly as it sounds, they haven’t exchanged those three little words to each other before, despite being in a relationship for quite some time.

She thought that he had realized what he said the minute his eyes became as wide as hers and in one swift motion, he stood up and started to pace back and forth, mumbling a few excuses and apologizes while his arms flung unstoppably from one place to another.

“Oh- Oh Did I say that? I’m sorry what I really mean was that I-I think I owe you. Yeah! Since we haven’t seen each other that much. That’s what I meant to say!” Hiccup screamed, in a failed attempt to undo what he had done in his dazed state just a few minutes ago. “I-I definitely didn’t say that I love you! No way! It’s too soon for that! Is it too soon for that?” He asked to himself, furrowing his eyebrows.

Astrid rolled her eyes at her boyfriend trying to correct himself multiple times and stumbling over words another handful of times. She stood up from where she was sitting, oblivious to Hiccup, who was still rambling about how sorry he was for messing up their relationship. He was such a dork.

She marched over to him, took him by one lose piece of leather of his flying suit and kissed him, with all the might that she had, and she tried to desperately convey all her emotions and feelings into that kiss, to somehow make him realize that she feels the exact same way and to let him know that no matter what, she does. Gods, she does.

It definitely took him by surprise, but not too long after she kissed him, he relaxed onto the kiss, his hands slowly made the way to her waist while hers interlaced themselves behind his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. One of his hands was placed under her chin, bringing her forward. The kiss deepened after she bit his lower lip, and he let out a groan of pleasure, which they both took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even more.

She was the first to pull away, panting as she did so, the kiss having left them with no air. “Listen, oh great dragon master,” She let out a short breathy laugh at his overdramatic nickname. “I love you, more than you can imagine, don’t you ever doubt that.” She said, smiling lovingly at him, who also gave her a lopsided smile of his own. One of those that she adores very much.

“I love you, too.” He confessed, “More than you can ever imagine.”

#hiccstrid #hiccup x astrid #hiccup #astrid #httyd #im sorry if this sucks #im new to this #dont judge me #ok bye

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edgewoodrp · 4 years

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Spencer’s Birthday || Indoor Festivities

Date/Time: July 14th, 2020, 6:00PM -- 2:00AM

Location: Two Old Crows

Participants: @spthorne, @dominic-kingsley, @maxinebeauchamp, @charlottexkingsley, @darklighterxdemitri, @heatherpayne, @julietxhawthorne, @logancree, @valeriebianchi

Summary: Spencer’s birthday kicks off with a small gathering of his friends, but an uninvited guest tries to spoil the fun. At least there’s cake. 🍰

Maxine stood near the table they'd reserved to make it a bit more obvious. She'd invited her friends, Spence's friends, and Nic's friends so it would be a fun mix of people. "Hey there, so glad you could make it!"

"Of course!" Charlotte exclaimed as she approached the table, card in hand. "And what a throwback--I haven't been here in ages! Was this your doing or the birthday boy's?"

"Me either," Maxine commented, moving in to gave Charlotte a quick hug. "Oh, it was a combined effort. Spencer picked the place, I sent out the invites, and Nic picked the gift."

Dominic confirmed the initial order for appetizers at the bar and then headed back to the table to greet the first few guests. "Hey Charlie, I'm so glad you decided to come," he joked, as if he begged her to come.

Charlotte grinned and hugged Maxine back. "Teamwork really does makes the dream work, doesn't it?" And to her brother, she sighed dramatically before moving in to hug him. "Of course--I'm just glad I found an opening in my busy schedule to swing by."

Spencer walked back inside from the terase and spotted the three next to their table. Smiling, approached them to greet their first arrival of the evening. "Charlotte, great to see you," he said and extended his hand to shake. "Hope you don't mind that it's an air-kissing evening for me." Spencer shrugged before glancing at his partners to say jokingy, "You two might get actual kisses."

"In our case, it sure does," Maxine commented, releasing the younger woman. "Actual kisses? Well, aren't we lucky," she teased her partner, winking at him. "Alright, I'm going to get something to drink, does anyone else want anything from the bar? I think Nic already secured some appetizers, but not drinks."

Juliet smiled as she saw everyone coming in for the party. She was working and while she would have attended even if she wasn’t, she felt like this was a better opportunity. “Did somebody say drinks?” Juliet asked as she walked over to the table. She recognized mostly everyone and then offered Spencer a warm smile. “Happy birthday. Your drinks are on me tonight.”

Valerie glanced down at her phone after sending a message to Charlie saying she was here and wondered if a gift card was the right call. She knew Maxine but her partner Spencer, well not really. She had received a quick message from Charlie talking about her brothers partner having a small birthday gathering and when it came to parties, Valerie never said no.

Releasing her brother, Charlotte accepted Spencer's hand to shake and passed him the birthday card. "You too, Spence, happy birthday!" She smiled at his comment and watched her brother's partners flirt back and forth. They were adorable together, she loved it. She recognized the bartender and smiled; she almost waving her down to order something, but her phone buzzed at that moment. Looking around, she saw Val lingering by the door and waved them over. "Val, hey! Glad you could make it!"

Spotting Charlie, Valerie smiled wide and made her way over. “Hey Charlie!” The shifter turned her head then and looked at the two men besides Maxine. “So who’s the lucky birthday man!” She said, wiggling out a little bag with a gift card.

Seeing Juliet a quick flash of displeasure appeared, since Maxine had reason to believe the woman was a vampire and too curious about her partners. "Yes, I said drinks. If you want to cover Spencer's drinks, you can, but we'd already arranged to do so," she commented, indicating to Nic. She was quickly distracted by Val appearing. "Val! Glad you could come. It's Spencer's birthday. Now does anyone else want a drink from the bar?"

Dominic smiled as he hugged his sister and then turned to the birthday boy. "Its your birthday, so maybe I'll give you the kiss." He didn’t know the bartender well, and wondered how she knew Spencer.

Releasing Charlotte's hand, Spencer grinned widely at his partners. “I wouldn’t say no,” he said in Dominic’s direction. Before he could tell Maxine his order, Juliet walked up to them. “Oh, hello Juliet. Thanks you and for the offer, but it’s like Max said. We’re throwing the party, so let me offer you a drink instead.” He was then distracted by the new arrival and with a slightly awkward posture raised his hand. “That would be me, thanks for coming. Val, is it?” he asked and extended his hand. “A local beer for me, Maxine.”

Val smiled wide putting a name to the face. “Well happy birthday Spencer!” She reached out and shook his hand also while saying, “Valerie is the full name but I go by Val too!” Handing over the small bag, she playfully teased as she said, “Spend it wisely!” Turning over to smile and look at everyone else, she decided to hold off on the drinking for now. Maybe later, she thought.

Waiting for a beat to jump in, Charlotte said with a laugh, "I'll have a drink, I don't care who's paying." She looked toward Juliet. "I'll have a Moon Man--ooo wait no, let's do a Spotted Cow, please. Do you want some help carrying everything over?"

Maxine gave a nod hearing the drink orders and turned to Juliet again. "Alright so a local beer, a spotted cow, and I'll take a glass of whatever petite sirah you recommend."

"Thanks, Valerie," Spencer responded with amusement as he accepted the present. "Alright, so, drinks," he pointed at Juliet, "and food," now he pointed at Dominic, "are checked off the list," he said. "There are darts if anyone is up for a bit of a competition?" Spencer glanced around with a raised brow.

Heather easily found the group in 2 Old Crows and approached. "Hi everyone," she greeted, relieved to know all gathered so far, though Valerie was only barely and not quite friendly. "Did I hear competition? I got you a gift Spencer, but I can also give you defeat."

Dominic leaned over and gave Spencer a kiss on the lips. "Happy birthday," he wished as he pulled back. "Good luck." He'd already secured a beer while ordering the food.

Juliet opened her mouth and then closed it. So many people, so many drinks. Thankfully, she had a good memory. "Unfortunately, I'm not going to drink while I'm working, Spencer." She smiled at him. "Please allow me to buy at least one of your drinks. For I didn't get you a birthday present." She frowned slightly, wishing she had. Maybe she could make it up to him?

The Vampire then turned her attention to Charlotte and offered her a smile. "I can bring them over tray by tray. I don't mind." She began memorizing every drink order, nodding as they told her. Her eyes then moved, Dominic kissing Spencer catching her attention. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, a bit confused, but it was not the time to ask any such questions. "Alright. I'll go make these drinks and be back in a jiffy." She smiled and walked back to the bar.

Valerie gave a nod to Heather and drew her attention back to Spencer and Dominic smiling wide. They really were a triple power couple. The shifters eyes then shifted over to Juliet and tilted her head listening to her words. Thats not typically how people talk, she wondered. “I’ll pass on the darts...last time I played I was this close to hitting someone who walked by. But I’ll be your guys cheerleader on the side!”

Charlotte perked up at the sound of darts, and waved at Heather as she joined the gathering. "You know that's my game, Spence, count me in!" She nodded to Juliet and let the woman get back to her job (even though she wanted to grill her about how house hunting was going), but the look on her face momentarily stunned Charlotte. Whatever friendly interaction they had before was about to go out the window if she opened her mouth about the boys--

But fortunately she didn't. Charlotte's pleasant demeanor returned as she looked to Valerie. "Yeah that's not terrifying, or anything," She said, letting out a laugh. "You're definitely rotating in if we bring out bag toss. Maybe then we can work on your aim."

When Juliet offered again, Spencer conceded. “Alright then, later? And thanks, Juliet.” As he heard a new voice join their group, he turned towards Heather with a smile. “Glad you could make it, Heather, can’t wait to see if that’s only talk,” he said with a laugh.

Spencer grinned widely at Dominic as he leaned back from the kiss and stared at Valerie with a mildly scared expression and chuckled as Charlotte spoke. “Every game needs some cheerleaders. So, are we playing in teams or everyone for themselves?”

Okay, now Dominic was really concerned about this bartender. She seemed most interested in Spencer, and not just because it was his birthday. He caught a glimpse of her expression after the kiss, and felt his worries confirmed that she was jealous. Well, he wasnt going to cause a scene at the party. "I'll be your cheerleader."

Heather gave Valerie an odd look at her hitting people with projectiles comment, but she didnt seem to be accusatory. "Let me just set this down and then I will crush that attitude," she joked at Spencer. She set down the bag with his present--it was very obvious if wrapped--and then started dramatically doing some arm and shoulder stretches.

Maxine also caught the glance from Juliet. It wasn't like the woman didn't know about the three of them, Max had mentioned it to the woman when she asked, but there was something very suspicious about her. She would be keeping a keen eye on her through the evening. "Oh yeah, we definitely should not use darts after everyone has had a few drinks. But for now, I say we do teams."

“Aw, thanks babe,” Spencer replied looking up at Dominic. His eyes crinkled in laughter as Heather put down the bag and started to stretch. “Oh-oh, it’s on.” Then he proceeded to flex his fingers just as dramatically. As Max spoke, he broke his staring competition with Heather to look at her. “You’re right as always, better not play live targets or we’ll be banned for life.” He pointed over his shoulder at a bag next to their table. “We got the volleyball for when that happens,” he offered.

Now Val’s eyes lit up at the mention of volleyball. “Volleyball! Ohhh now I’m in!” She smiled wide glad she was in an outfit she wouldn’t mind getting dirty in.

"Teams are fine," Heather commented. "How are the numbers. We have 3 so far, but is that you saying you are in, Maxine?" She laughed, a maniacal look in her eye. "Do you offer live target darts at the Underworld?"

"More importantly, are we playing for anything other than bragging rights?" Charlotte inquired seriously as she pulled her hair back into a short ponytail.

Spencer smiled in Valerie’s direction and said, “The somewhat drunk volleyball game is on.” At Heather’s words his brows shot up. “I really hope we don’t, the paperwork alone would be nightmarish,” he said with a shudder. “Since Heather here practically challenged me, obviously we cannot be on the same team,” he said with fake seriousness. “Bragging rights are the highest honor. Unless?”

"Unless the winner gets free drinks for a week at the Underworld?" Charlotte suggested, grinning at Spencer, Maxine and Dominic encouragingly. "But bragging rights are good, too; Birthday Boy gets the final say. I could take take Heather on my team, but if Max is in the game, you two on the same team are going to be a solid challenge."

"I'm definitely down for this volleyball later." Dominic said. He raised an eyebrow in Charlotte's direction. "That's a pretty hefty offer from someone who doesn't own the place."

Juliet had memorized all of their drinks. She took her time making them, seeing as they all were conversing with one another and already having a fun time. She'd rather take a little bit longer with drinks if it meant not messing them up. She hated having to redo things; she was a perfectionist.

She gathered the drinks, putting them on two separate trays and slowly carried both of them to the table. Being a vampire definitely had it's perks when it came to strength and agility. "Here you all are." She said with a warm smile as she placed the two trays down on the table. "Is there anything else I can get for you guys at the moment?"

"Bragging rights are more than enough for me," Heather declared. She wouldn't abuse the free drinks enough, but she loved to brag. "I promise that I am enough of a challenger myself, but I'll take Max with that attitude," she teased Charlotte. She moved out of the way for the bartender as she set the drinks down. "Oh, excuse me, I missed you on your last round, but can you please bring me a coke when you have a chance?"

"Well yeah, that's pretty much in my job description. Where's the fun in my brother being a club owner if I can't give away inventory on a whim?" Charlotte teased back, wiggling her eyebrows. "Alternately, here's another one: the loser--or losers, since we're doing teams--jump into the lake?"

The return of Juliet dampened her joviality somewhat; she accepted her drink politely and watched the woman as she went around the table again. Charlie's silence broke when Heather spoke. "Ouch, alright, betrayals are starting early tonight--that's fine, Spencer and I can take you both with our hands tied."

Valerie smirked at the suggestions and thought why not go back to old high school dares. “Why not add a little more to it Charlie?” Looking around at those present, she wondered who all would be game. “Losers jump into the lake....naked! We can do it until it’s dark-you know, in case there’s children present or we want to be away from any other strangers walking by.” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully as she added, “You know, make Spencer’s birthday a night to remember!”

Charlotte was very glad she hadn't taken a sip of her beer yet because it most definitely would've been spit out and all over everyone else at the table. "It's only Tuesday night, I'm not risking getting naked in front of my brother over a game of darts." The witch exclaimed with a spluttering laugh. "I mean you do you, but my ass is staying fully clothed tonight, thank you very much."

Brother? Something clicked in Heather's head. "Oh, you're Charlie Kingsley." She had heard of a Charlie from Bridgette and the Underworld trio, but had assumed a Charles and never put the pieces together. Any clarification on the odd comment was cut off by Valerie's ridiculous suggestion. Heather scowled at her. "Most of us can make memories just fine with our clothes on."

Valerie laughed and shrugged. “I was meaning whoever lost after the volleyball game. I’m a cheerleader for darts.” A smirk played on the woman’s lips still as she stared back at Heather and raised an eyebrow. “Fine fine....ignore my suggestion. Let’s have a PG party tonight.” Her shifter temper suddenly shifting and on edge. Relax Val, she told herself. “Think I’ll go for a drink now.”

Juliet paused, waiting to see if anyone else wanted anything to drink. She offered Heather a smile. "Of course. Anyone else?" She asked, her eyes flickering between the others. She was listening in on the conversation, noticing one of the girls suggesting losers get naked and jump in the lake. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but laugh. Oh what it was like to be young. She thought and then the last name Kingsley was said. It was a family name she would never forget. One that she was more perplexed by now that it seemed as though her family and theirs got along. Honestly, Juliet didn't understand. She lifted a hand to her temples, rubbing them softly as the others continued to speak. "Yes, a drink--" Juliet turned towards the woman who had suggested getting naked. "What would you like, sweetie?"

Demitri had been watching from the bar, listening and smirking at the suggestions of what the group should do and how they should punish the losers. "I think Valerie is the only one here that knows how to really party." Demitri said as he walked over to the table and took a seat. "What's the saying now a days... you only live once." Demitri said with a smile. "Why not live a little?"

"Me? Yes, I'm Charlie," Charlotte responded to Heather before turning back to Val. She patted the shifter's arm and smirked. "You're a party animal and I love it, but I don't think this is the right venue to free the nipple. Points for spirit, though."

As Demitri made his presence known, Charlotte cringed inwardly. Having had a few run-ins with him already, she was glad she wasn't alone with him. "I've got the living part covered, but if you would like to strip for my brother, go right ahead." Looking down the table at Maxine, she thought 'Please tell me you didn't invite this guy?'

Dominic frowned as the strange man inserted himself into the party. He looked around to see the other's reaction to him. Finally tired of the stripping talk--that was fun but not now and not with this crowd-- he held his hands up. "There will be no stripping at this event. The only ones stripping for me will be my partners, and that can wait until I'm home without my little sister." He glared a warning at the man who was egging this on. Valerie had at least been invited.

Heather flinched at Demetri's voice. Oh no. Whipping around, she snapped, "Who the hell invited you?" Damn why was the creep egging on skinny dipping? "And for fuck's sake I am still not swimming with you."

The shifter chuckled and still smiled. “It’s your guys party. I second Charlie’s idea of free drinks at the Underworld then!” Val then looked at Juliet and said, “A rum and coke please.”

Charlotte's gaze shifted to Heather as she silently raised an eyebrow. Still not swimming with him? There was a story there, and she made a mental note to ask the other woman about her... relationship with him later. "Or, if not drinks," Charlie said, suddenly enlightened with a new idea, "How about loser gives a tarot reading to the winner?"

Maxine snickered at Heather's comment. "It definitely means I'm in for darts, and no, live ammo is not a typical thing at our club." For a moment, she could only watch the exchange in amusement. Getting drunk and jumping in a lake naked was something she used to do, but not at Spence's party. "How about we do that next time you through a party, alright Val?" Maxine winked at Nic, given his comment, but she frowned seeing Demetri approach and caught a certain glimpse from Charlotte. 'No, I didn't invite him at all. Dude acts like a total creep,' she projected the thought back. "I do have some tarot cards in my bag."

"Okay then, Maxine and I versus Spencer and Charlie," Heather concluded, "even though you are breaking my heart about the darts." She fake pouted. The image of throwing a dart at Demetri fueled her though. Accidents happen.

When Juliet returned with their drinks, Spencer turned towards the table to help move the glasses off the tray. "Thanks," he said towards Juliet before turning to watch the conversation unfold. He snorted, shaking his head when skinny dipping was suggested and was glad that the others shot it down, maybe another time and without any siblings.

As the new arrival just lounged on the chair, he frowned momentarily before smoothing his expression, turning towards Max and Dominic with a raised brow 'who's he?'. "Looks like we're on opposite teams, may the best one win," Spencer grinned at Maxine. He leaned forward to peck her on the lips and then turned to their guests. "A tarot reading it is then. I hope you won't let me down tonight, Charlotte." He grinned at her.

"Those teams sound great, and, ha, maybe you should try hunting or something. Sounds like that’s what you're needing." Maxine glanced back at Spencer and heard his thought, projecting back an 'I don't know him well, but last party he was kind of a creep -- I didn't invite him.' But her skeptical look disappeared as Spencer placed a peck against her lips. She wanted to pull him back in for deeper kiss, she would at home. "Alright, we have red darts and blue darts. Anyone have a preference?"

Charlotte grimaced at Maxine's response. It was a little unnerving how he managed to keep showing up out of nowhere, but as long as he didn't cause trouble... maybe it would be an okay night. She did perk up when Max mentioned the cards, though. "Oh good! So you're ready for your inevitable defeat, perfect." She grinned, saying nothing of the deck she had stashed in the car. "Don't worry, Spence, we got this," Charlotte grinned back. "This is my game." At Maxine's question, she deferred to Spencer--it being his special day and all.

As Max’s response echoed in his mind, Spencer wondered if Dominic was the one to invite the stranger. He turned his attention back at the game discussions and hummed for a moment as if deep in thought about which color to choose. “I think... that red will bring us victory tonight,” he said and went to gather the darts, handing the blue ones over to Maxine and three of the red ones to Charlotte. “Since it’s my party and all, I say we go first.” Spencer stuck out his tongue at Maxine before turning to face the dartboard. “Oh, we playing 301 or 501?” he turned to ask.

Dominic shrugged as he caught Spencer's eye, trying to relay his confusion. Heather and Val clearly knew the man, though it didn't seem either of them invited him over. He had just been sitting at the bar watching as far as Nic could tell. "Sorry Max, but I've already promised my cheers to the birthday boy. This did turn out nicely though where no outcome can disappoint me."

"No, I don't want to be a hunter," Heather said a bit defensively. She shot a glance at Demetri. "Blue works fine for me." It was her favorite color, after all. She held her hand out for Maxine to hand her her darts. She frowned at Spencer's question. "While I am good at throwing these things, I will admit that I don't know what that means. Are we playing by some sort of tournament rules?" While Heather was super competitive and loved rules, she knew that learning a whole new game at a party would get complex and make her a bit intense. Others have not enjoyed her in that state.

"Thank you, why don't we start with 301?" Charlotte suggested as she accepted the darts from Spencer. She spun them idly between her fingers as she looked to Heather. "As for rules, throw from the... professionally done, grungy taped line on the floor and don't hit anyone. Optional house rules include: take a drink every time you miss the board?" It seemed like a safe suggestion; the night was still young and no one was drinking anything hard yet.

Spencer chuckled and shook his head with fondness at Dominic. “Sorry, it’s just what score we start from to deduct our points from. 301 is shorter,” he explained and went to pick up his glass of beer. “I second Charlotte’s rules additions.” He took a sip from his beer before going to stand behind the line, aiming his first dart and hitting the 5, 15 and 1. “That’s 21, so we’re left with 280,” he stepped aside to let Charlotte have her turn.

Valerie simply smiled at Maxine and wondered if she even wanted another party. But that would be a thought for another time. Right now, her phone rang and after taking it out of her bag, she watched everyone start getting ready for their game. Now would be a good a time as any. "I'll be right back! Gonna go get my drink and take this." Turning around and heading to the bar, she answered her cell and told Logan where in the area she was for him to drop off a costume she'd need for a photoshoot of hers.

Demitri let out a sigh, rolling his eyes at everyone. I swear each generation gets more boring. He thought to himself as he leaned back in the chair and listened. At Heather's remark, Demitri barely even gave her a glance. "I came without an invite. It's not exactly hard to figure out what's going on in this town." He answered her. "And, surprisingly, not everything I do is about you, Heather. I just thought I'd give my thoughts on it considering it is someone's birthday. But of course, you guys just like keeping things boring."

Juliet waited, listening to those that said they'd like drinks and nodded. As she walked away to the bar, she kept her focus on what they were saying. And she had definitely heard right. Spencer was involved with the Kingsley family. It caused a cold chill to radiate down her spine. Times must have changed if this was even allowed between the families.

Heather nodded in understanding. Okay good, this was going to be casual...as she could manage. "Now that we got the rules down I know exactly how to crush you," she returned to her trash talk. She only had a coke to drink, but would just drink it in the spirit of things. She glared at Demetri. "Thank god. I would prefer that nothing you do concerns me but you just keep popping up, as you have admitted, uninvited."

Logan had the outfit, one that Valerie thought was a costume instead of the real deal, shipped to him from his other residence outside of the states. Sighing, he stood in front of Two Old Crows. The vampire had told Val he had an outfit that would work for her client’s themed photoshoot and in exchange Val would sing at his lounge a night or two. But coming and interrupting a birthday was not his intention. They might already be too busy to even notice you Logan. Quietly, Cree stepped inside and looked around first.

"Bravo, bravo," Charlotte applauded Spencer's first round of points. She stepped up to the line and took aim, landing on 19, 20, and 1. "And that brings us down to 240!" She announced victoriously as she went to retrieve the darts. But of course Demitri opened his mouth again and now she was even more concerned. Uninvited and, thus far, having no friendly interactions with anyone present, what were the odds of him having found the party? Out of all the bars in the city and the town? Was he... was he stalking someone here? Her grip tightened painfully on the fistful of darts as she addressed him. "We do like to keep things boring, thanks for noticing. And since this clearly isn't your scene, feel free to hit the road, Jack."

Spencer turned to face the stranger, he might have let the attitude slide when thinking someone was friends with him, but after seeing the reactions he elicited that was quite enough. “Right. Seeing as it is my birthday, either leave or go lurk in another corner. A far far away corner,” he demanded and turned away with a tight smile in Max and Heather’s direction.

After his sister's outburst, Dominic's mind was made up. But Spencer beat him to it, and he couldn't help but whistle in appreciation at his telling off. He still moved towards the man to intimidate--and decidedly between him and his sister. "Thanks for coming, but this is a private party," he said tensely. And now he finally recognized the interloper as the strange man who approached him at Riverfest. Nic hadn't dwelled on that encounter much, but he had been kinda rude then too.

The corner of the plastic fletching began to bite into the palm of Charlotte's hand. Loosening her grip, she nudged three mostly unharmed darts into Spencer's hand. With her free hand, she reached up and squeezed Dominic's shoulder. The last thing they needed was to start a fight on Spencer's birthday...

Maxine was on board the rule additions and was about to step up and take her round when Demetri openly admitted to not being invited. "As my partners have stated, this is private. This whole room is reserved just for us, so I highly suggest you leave," she practically demanded, using her charm ability in hopes to be more effective in shoo-ing the creeper.

"I may be uninvited but this is a public bar." Demitri said bluntly to all of them. He honestly could care less about the party. And it thoroughly amused him that so many people were even paying attention to what he was saying. "Who said it wasn't my scene?" Demitri asked, tilting his head at the other woman that was talking to him. "So the birthday boy tells me that I can stay in the room, and as you say 'lurk' in a corner." He used quotations around the word. "And all of you are going against that?" A smirk formed on his lips as he shook his head back and forth. His eyes flickered towards the darts as one of the girls passed them to the birthday boy. And then another girl steps forward, giving him a demand.

Demitri took a step towards the dark haired girl. He wasn't afraid of her and if she thought he could scare him off, she was sorely mistaken. His eyes flickered up to glance between her partners. "She's cute when she's demanding, isn't she? A little feisty one you have here." He smirked and then lowered himself slightly, just so his 6'5 self could be eye to eye with the woman. "All I'm hearing from your mouth is suggestions. Doesn't mean I have to leave at all." His voice was eerily calm as he talked to her. "It's gonna take a little more than a couple of suggestions to get me to leave this public bar, sweetie. So why don't you turn back around and go play some boring dart games with your friends? I'm sure they are a little worried by the fact that you're so close to me right now."

It was Heather's turn at darts, but how could she play when this asshole was threatening her friends? Her hand tightened on the darts as he just kept talking. Did he take a course in this creepitude? Before she knew it, Heather was across the room and shoving Demetri away from Maxine. "Learn to take a fucking hint." She pulled the darts up and pointed one at his face, held more like a knife than a dart. "Or I will relieve you of your eye."

Ah, Heather. Demitri thought to himself as he was shoved backwards and threatened. He watched as she held the dart up to his face and he chuckled. "That thing isn't sharp enough to take my eye out, Heather." He lifted a hand and placed it around the metal end of the dart.

As Juliet walked back over to the table with the drinks, she noticed a small scuffle happening and she frowned. She slowly placed the drinks on the table, eyeing what was happening, but she didn't do anything about it. Yet. She placed herself near Spencer and Preston, just in case.

When Logan entered, his ears heard 'this is a private party' and automatically he cringed. Great, it's clear they don't want any new faces mate. Make this quick. Without delay, the vampire quickly made his way over to Valerie who stood by the bar with a drink in hand waiting.

Valerie smiled wide, thanking and accepting the garment Logan had lended. "Why don't you come on over and say hi to everyone! There are some people from my birthday. Come on!" Without waiting for a reply, Val tugged on his arm and the vampire didn't argue. Especially not when his eyes landed on the tense scene.

Cold dread trickled down Charlotte's spine as Demitri made his stand; the honeyed words of Maxine's charmspeak seemed to roll right off him (even if he did technically adhere to them). As the incident escalated, she noticed he didn't hardly flinch as Heather held a dart to his eye. "Okay, this is getting out of hand," Charlotte started, forcing her feet to carry her forward and squeeze between the bodies blocking her from the action. "Everyone's eyes are staying where they belong--" She said behind Heather, willing her to back down. "--and those giving unwanted opinions on parties they weren't invited to can find that corner to lurk in." She added, staring as neutrally as she could at Demitri as she neared them. "Now, how about we all take a deep breath and calm down, and not start a bar fight over a game of darts? Because that's just embarrassing for everyone."

"Oh, I'm calm, darling. You don't have to worry about that." Demitri winked at Charlotte before glancing towards Heather. "See now if you were more like your friend over here..." Demitri jerked the dart out of Heather's hand. "We might be able to get along." He spun the dart in his hand as he took a step back from the two girls and glanced over them towards the boys. "It's interesting to me that you guys let girls fight for you." He ran his tongue over his front teeth, sucking on them for a moment. "But I know weak men when I see them."

At that, Juliet pushed through everyone, not caring if she had to move them out of the way to get to the man. She was not about to let him ruin her decedents birthday like this. "Come on. You're not a paying customer and you are obviously not here to cause anything but trouble." Juliet quickly grabbed the man's arm and jerked him towards the door.

Demitri rolled his eyes, turned and threw the dart at the board. It hit the 25 area, just outside of the bullseye. "Valerie has my number if you actually want to play nice and invite me for a game sometime." He offered Valerie a smile before jerking his arm out of the woman's hand as he neared the door. Juliet quickly shoved the man out the open door and stood in the opening, arms crossed, making sure he didn't try to come back. She watched as he walked off and then finally closed the door behind her. He didn't even wait until he was further away from the bar. He used his power to orb away just as he left.

Heather held her death stare as Demetri ripped the dart out of her hand. She had held on tight, but he was quite strong and the fletchings dug uncomfortably into her hand. "I'm pretty sure that the problem I'm this relationship is you." As he was dragged out of the bar, Heather intentionally put herself behind Spencer to make it a bit harder for herself to rush after him. After his sexist comment, she was tempted yet again to throw a dart at him, and most likely would have if there wasn't the bartender near him.

Dominic scowled at the man when he called them weak. "We would all appreciate if this didn’t turn into a fight, but if it comes down to it, trust me that these girls are a lot stronger than me. I think your comment says more about your opinion of women than it does our "manliness"" Once Dominic was sure that the intruder had left, he visible relaxed. "Thank you miss for taking care of him," he said to Juliet.

Every word out of Demitri's mouth seemed designed to grate on Charlotte's nerves and goad the others into joining the fray, but fortunately, no one took the bait. Her glare hardened, but she kept her eyes on him as he snatched the dart from Heather and threw it at the dartboard. The tension visibly evaporated from her limbs as Juliet escorted him outside, but her hands trembled. She looked out the window in time to a dark mass fizzle away in the evening light. What...? Returning to the fold, Charlotte leaned (heavily) against a table and tried to calm her racing heart. She, too, looked to Juliet and gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, thanks for that. Talk about a real party foul."

Val was very confused and clearly had missed a lot in those few minutes away from the group. But when Demitri said what he did, the shifter froze with wide eyes and mentally groaned. No.... Lifting the drink in her hand eagerly to her lips, she took a long sip before speaking and gesturing to Logan. “So, Uh, anyway, Logan stopped by to giv-“

Logan quickly interrupted Val’s words. He knew she only meant well but he felt the sooner he was away from the tension the better it was for everyone. “I came to drop something off and I’m aware it’s a privet party but I’ve just come to wish you well on your birthday mate. Enjoy the rest of your evening everyone.” The vampire offered everyone a soft smile before nodding and turning back towards the bar.

Heather tensed as Logan, another man she found a bit sketchy, approached, but he proved once again that at least he had manners. And after what just happened, she was feeling more strongly that Demetri was not an ordinary human. Was the eye piercing comment a bluff, or a admittance of power. As she calmed down slightly, she was glad that she hadn't tested poking out an eye in her rage, but she still very much wanted to punch him in the face. And the fact that he had shown up at a party with so many witches concerned her. Maybe he wasn't stalking her, but someone else here could be in danger.

The whole thing happened so quickly, but Maxine's charmspeak having no impact on the man made it even worse. However, before she could even get a word in edgewise, Juliet was escorting Demetri out - a move that surprise her. ‘My charmspeak did nothing to that creep, what the hell is the deal with that man?’ she projected to both Charlotte, Nic, and then Spencer. "Jeez, who the hell tries to start a fight at a birthday party? Well you almost had your opportunity for a live dart board, Heather...Thanks for interjecting, something about that creep nearly froze me for a second." She waved her thanks to Juliet as well, taking a long swig of her drink before Logan walked in. And thankfully walked out. "Alright, I think it's my go now." With that she stepped up to the board and threw her darts, one landing on the twelve, and another on the triple ring on the 10, totaling in 42 points.

Spencer was about to step up next to Heather when Charlotte took the place next to her, but he knew that if push came to shove he would get between them easily. At the stranger's next words Spencer rolled his eyes dramatically, 'typically fragile masculinity'. Seeing Juliet pull the guy and throw him outside was actually quite impressive on her part and he really hoped to never face the man again. "That would be a pass," Spencer called out after the stranger's last remark before he was out the door. "Thanks, Juliet." He gave her a genuine smile. When Max's thought reached his mind, Spencer turned to frown in the direction of the door, 'that's odd'. As they settled back in, Spencer cleared out of the path to the dartboard and went to pick up his glass of beer."Good throw, love," he said with a more relaxed smile as the tension left his body.

Valerie stood quietly holding her drink in her hand watching everyone's reaction-none of which were directed towards her. Thank goodness, she thought and took a larger sip then she should have. The shifter smiled and quietly cheered for the team which she was on.

'I don't know, but it can't be anything good,' Charlotte thought back grimly. She picked up her beer and took a long drink, almost enough to empty it. After what she saw, she knew she was going to have a long night of reading ahead of her--just maybe not tonight. Her nerves were shot, and tonight was about Spencer. She perked up a little at Logan's familiar friendly voice and waved at him before he turned back to the bar. "Alright, Max, nice shot!" She cheered, perhaps a little too loudly.

Heather stomped up to the dart board to yank out the one Demetri had thrown into it. He sure had gotten a lucky shot. She snorted at Maxine's comment. "Yeah, I really lost my chance there." She turned to Spencer. "I'm sorry for almost starting shit, but I've ran into that guy multiple times and he's always like that." Heather then leaned in to whisper to Maxine. "We need to talk later about that guy, Demetri. I suspect that he may be more than your average creep."

Heather cheered as Maxine hit a triple and went in for a high five. "Best round so far, let's up that!" She steeled herself and lined the darts up. She hit a 7, then an 18, and then the triple ring of 12, totaling 61 points. She whooped in excitement. "I am the champion, and now we are at only 198 points!"

Spencer faced Heather and shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I’m not one for violence but I would have totally punched that guy,” he said with a chuckle. “The things he said were pretty creepy,” he took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, “let’s see if tonight wasn’t completely ruined?” He looked around with a grimace. As Heather scored her points, Spencer whistled. “You’ve got a good arm on you,” he said before walking to the board to pluck out the blue darts and handing them over. “Let’s see,” said and took his place. Throwing the darts, they landed on a tripe 6, 7 and double 4. “That’s 33 so we’re at... 207,” he added while walking to the board to pull out his darts.

"Ooo, brava, brava, very nice Spence," Charlotte applauded her teammate. "You guys better watch out, looks like we're catching up!" Despite her bravado, she rolled the darts in her hand nervously. They were still shaking, and that wasn't doing her aim any favors. While Spencer cleared the board, she picked up her bottle and downed what little remained; once he was clear, she stepped up to the line and threw. None of her shots went where she wanted, but they at least hit the board--that was enough. "13, 10, and 2 brings us down to... 182, I think?" She counted as she removed the darts from the board. "Back to you, Max!"

Maxine had been about to project into Heather's mind out of instinct but just remembered not to. "We definitely can. He's more than a little unnerving. And he stepped on my toes tonight," she whispered back. The woman backed up to let Heather aim and cheered at the shots before Spence took his turn. "Nice shots, babe," Maxine winked at Spencer. When Charlotte hit the 13, she gave a small clap before taking the darts. The first shot hit a 4, the second an 11, and the final a double 12. "Alright, I think that takes us down to 159."

Heather entertained the idea of Spencer fighting. It definitely didn't fit her picture of him, but it was nice to know he had her back. She smirked and bowed dramatically at the compliment. She couldn't admit that it was mostly luck. These things were deceptively hard to aim precisely. "It's not gonna be enough, Charlotte!" she yelled, but still gave a sportsmanlike clap. The witch gave Maxine a nod to acknowledge their plan, and once Maxine did her turn she gave a whoop. Taking aim, she managed to hit a double 15, but then her luck flopped with a 5 and a 3. "Oh, looks like we have only 121 points. That's gonna take a miracle for you to catch up."

Dominic frowned at Maxine's message. Her charmspeak having no effect may mean that he wasn't human. There were plenty of supernaturals in Edgewood, but an unknown antagonistic one could become a problem later. Pushing that from his mind, he returned his attention to the dart game. "You got this Spence and Charlie!" He cheered, seeing them falling behind. Despite his professed allegiances, he cheered for every person playing, enjoying the friendly competition.

Spencer bowed at Charlotte's cheering and threw a grin in Max's direction. "Not bad yourself," he said after her throw and confirmed her subtraction. "Glad to see it wasn't all talk, Heather," he teased her after they finished their round. "Not let's try and catch up and then some." Spencer took his place and after aiming for managed to hit the triple 8. "Okay, not bad," he said mostly to himself. His next two throws hit 12 and 17. "Okay there might still be a change for us, Charlotte," he turned to her, "we're at 129, I'm counting on you now," he said with mock seriousness, his expression morphing into a grin a second later.

"Ooo, how's that look for a miracle!" Charlotte exclaimed with a laugh, grinning at Heather. Now all she had to do was not fuck it up. She schooled her expression into one serious enough to match Spencer's and gave him a salute. "I won't let you down." The tremor in her hands had subsided considerably since her last turn, and it showed in her throws--all landing near to the center. "14, 18, and almost-bullseye makes 57, which brings us down to 72!" She counted, clearing the board for the next team.

Maxine let out a low whistle as Charlotte almost hit the bullseye. "Impressive." Once the darts were out, she lined up making her shots. The first hit a four, the second hit a twenty, and the third a triple ten. "Hell yes," she cheered to herself at the last hit. "I believe that's 54 total, bringing us down to 67."

Heather conceded and let out a cheer at Charlotte's near-bullseye. She was grinning wildly back. This was some fun competition, but she wasn't about to let them win. "Damn, you guys are really gunning hard, but I think I will manage the 5 points to keep our lead." Her first dart hit the 14 quite close to the bullseye, and her correction attempts still didn't hit the mark, earning her 9 and then 20 points. "Shit, still at 24. That round could have gotten us to zero."

"Could have, better luck next round," Charlotte replied, still applauding their point gain. She rolled the darts in her hand again as she stepped up to the line and took aim. The shots canted to the board's right side, landing on 4, 6, and the inner ring of 13. "Down to 18!" The witch counted gleefully, spinning to face her teammate. "We're so close, Spence, you've got this!"

"Charlotte, I knew you'd make me proud," Spencer said with. hand over his heart. With a grin he turned in Max's direction. "Let's see if you can catch up," he teased and stuck his tongue out. "I'll be right back, Charlotte go first if I'm not back," he said and sprinted to the bathroom. Spencer returned just in time to see his teammate hit the 13. "Ooh we might just win, if I don't get slippery fingers now." He aimed for the 18, dart goes flying and lands on the 13. 5 more. Trying to hit the 5 got him a miss as the dart got stuck just outside the circle, but at least it was on the 5. Spencer groaned. "I could do with some cheering, Dominic," he glanced at his partner with a pout before aiming again, going for the 5 again, but instead landing on 12. "Minus 7, does that count?" he asked, arms spread.

As the last few darts hit the board, Maxine couldn't even be angry with the results. "I'd say it counts, good job, babe." She leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. Then turned to Heather. "Well, we put up a good fight anyways, but, come on, time for a reading." With that she moved back to the table and pulled out her deck. She first passed it over to Charlotte so she could shuffle the deck, before pulling out the cards. "As you shuffle, think of a specific question you would like to ask the cards," she informed, before taking the shuffled deck back.

At the desperate pout of his partner, Dominic resumed cheering in earnest. "Just one more dart babe, you got this!" He cupped his hands around his mouth even though they were in a small space. He let out a whoop at their victory and gave his sister a hi-five before giving Spencer a peck on the other cheek. "You won, and it's all thanks to my superb cheering. Congrats!" He moved back to the table with everyone to watch the tarot card readings.

Tragically, Heather found herself on the losing side. "Damn, that was a close game. Good job guys, but be ready for my revenge." She made the 'watching you' gesture with her fingers. She was surprised at how little she was disappointed at the loss. It seemed that maybe playing with people you like could be just as fun as winning. "We'll crush them next time," she told Maxine, going in for a high five. Heather followed her back to the table and stood behind her to watch the first tarot reading. The witch knew how they worked, but didn't put stock in the actual predictive properties of tarot. Magic like active powers and potions could be seen and proven without being left to vague interpretation.

“If the audience is in favor, it’s good enough for me. Good game, guys!” Charlotte grinned, applauding the ‘victory’ Spencer secured them. She returned Dominic’s high five with gusto, patted Heather and Maxine’s shoulder, and stuck her tongue out teasingly at Heather as she returned to take a seat at the table. “Any time, any place, I’ll be ready.” With the cards literally on the table, Charlotte accepted the deck delicately and began shuffling and thought about what she might want to ask about. It had to be... “Okay, let’s hear it.” She said, passing the deck back.

"I'm doing a three card reading, so this indicates past, present, and future." Maxine placed cards in each representative spot. In the past: ace of wands, present: death, future: the tower. "First, the past - ace of wands. This card signifies potential, movement, and activity. Your past often effects your present, and there was a major decision in your past that you may have shied away from, or taken that is where you should look to now for some questions you are having."

Next, she indicated the death card. "This card means change is happening - not actual death, but some part of your life is undergoing a major shift and you may have an opportunity to do something over again. It could be putting an end to something you've never had closure on, or a chance to restart something else. Lastly, the tower. Like the death card, it also indicates change. Typically this is change that you are more resistant to or surprised by. It will shake you at your core, but the message of this tower is change or be changed."

“Interesting...” Charlotte leaned over the table to study the cards carefully, letting their images and Maxine’s words wash over her and sink in. The results weren’t unexpected--she pulled those exact cards during a self-read this morning. It certainly solidified some... thoughts, and notions she’d been considering as of late. The image of the Tower card drew her in; she carefully ran her fingers over the artwork. A rueful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Very insightful, thank you Maxi.” Leaning back in her chair, she reached for her her beer bottle, only to be reminded it was empty. She'd grab a refill after Heather gave Spencer his reading.

Spencer shook his head with a laugh at Heather's gesture and returned his partners’ cheek kisses. "It was really that last cheering that brought us the victory," he said with a teasing smile in Dominic's direction. He followed them to the table as Max pulled out the tarot cards for their punishment reading. "Well, that was deep," he raised his brows glancing as Charlotte for a moment before turning to address Heather, "it's my birthday so let's not go too gloomy, eh?"

After Charlotte was done absorbing her reading, Heather reached across the table and grabbed the deck of cards and put the three back in the stack. Handing it to Spencer, she said, "I have no control over the cards," and then raised her hands in surrender. "Like Maxine said, think about what you want the cards to answer."

Spencer accepted the deck and started shuffling. “Alright, alright, no negative thoughts in sight,” he replied and concentrated on what he was most curious about. There was something he has been contemplating recently and maybe the cards would help him move forward. He closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the weight of the cards in his hands as he shuffled them, stilling for a second before handing them back to Heather. “Done. Let’s see.”

Once Spencer was done shuffling, Heather took the deck back and drew the three cards, laying them down as she named them. "Okay, here we go: for the past we have an Ace of Pentacles, the present is a King of Swords, and for the future we have the 2 of Wands." She thought for a moment about what these meant and how to present the results poetically instead of just the standard meanings.

"So, Aces are about potential, and this particular card refers to potential in money or your career. So, you've had some big opportunity in the past for money. Next, we have the King of Swords for the present." She leaned forward to look at it and smiled, the image resonating with her. "That's a cool design there. Anyways, it represents motivation, and being present it means you have a lot of power now to change things, make a good decision. Well, technically the court cards could refer to you or someone else close to you, because why not be ambiguous. Um, and the card also reflects a stern but compassionate nature." She moved her hand to point at the final card. "And finally for the future you have the 2 of Wands. The 2 refers to a choice, but the 2 of Wands gives a good outlook."

Leaning against the table, Spencer looked down as the cards got uncovered and tried to remember their meanings, but he never truly put his attention on studying them and their interpretations slipped from his mind. Spencer nodded slowly as Heather started her reading, frowning slightly as he made sense of her words. At the second and third card together his brows shot up, he didn’t think he’d get such a direct reply from them, but he knew better than to question the ways of the cards. “Believe it or not, that was actually pretty helpful,” he said finally and looked back up at the group. “Anyway, I think it’s time to refill some glasses, right?”

“Yesssss!” Charlotte nodded in agreement and began collecting the empty bottles and glasses on the table intending to take back to the bar. Before she got far, Juliet ( sensing her favorite patrons were in need ) materialized at the tableside to replace the empties with another round of drinks--and kept them coming as the night wore on.

Somewhere between their third game of darts and tipsy attempt at a volleyball showdown, the collective of party-goers returned to their table to catch their bartender delivering a homemade cake to the table adorned with a handful of skinny, vibrant-colored candles. It’s a sweet gesture made sweeter yet by their altered state of mind (and the perfect amount of buttercream frosting) that none of the party guests think to question it.

Surrounded by friends and loved ones, in the bar at the table or under the stars by the lake, Spencer can’t imagine any other way he’d want to celebrate his birthday. Rocky start aside, there’s no place he’d rather be.

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