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zacc-attacc · 4 years

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Nature: A Javid Oneshot

A/N: My first ever oneshot on this website! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count- 1.2k

Jack loved the open sky. He loved the stars, the sounds of nature, and everything in between. But, more than anything, it calmed him, something that not many things were able to do. As a kid, he had always dreamed of falling asleep under the stars every single night. And when he was bounced around in foster care, the night sky had been the one common variable. Always there, like a blanket. Luckily for Jack, Some of the Newsies had put together a camping trip in the woods near campus. They had tents (from the Dollar Tree, probably), a bunch of marshmallows, some hotdogs, and a whole lot of energy. And Jack? Jack an invite and a limited will to live. At least Davey would be there, which, to be honest, had its ups and downs.

Ups, because Davey was single-handedly the sweetest human alive and a fun dude to hang out with. And downs, because Davey was Mom Friend Supreme™ and also had an annoying tendency to make Jack’s normally stoic heart do a tap dance in his chest. Which really was inconvenient because Jack’s last relationship had ended only four weeks ago. It wasn’t a nasty breakup, he and Katherine were actually still friends, but the boys still expected him to be depressed about it. But Jack didn’t like to linger. He was upset for a few days, but now he was over it. Katherine obviously was as well, since she was seen going on a few coffee dates with some girl.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, he could be whoever he wanted to be because that’s just how it was with the Newsies.

Tonight, he could eat bargain hot dogs and s’ mores, and avoid the fact that he was hopelessly in love with the only man he couldn’t have; because god forbid David Jacobs dated a mess like him.

Jack knew exactly where he lay in David’s mind. He was a close friend, maybe a sort of Uncle to his future children with his perfect little life with his husband in the suburbs. David liked him well enough, but he would likely never love him. And Jack had tried to accept that, even though, thus far, it had only made it much worse.

“Ay! Jack! You packed?” Crutchie yelled from his lower bunk. Jack was stretched out on the top bunk, staring at a half-finished political cartoon for his class.

“Yeah… What time’d the guys say to be there?” Jack sat up, hitting his head on the low ceiling. He wasn’t even that tall and it managed to injure him on a daily basis.

“...In five minutes.”

“Shit-” Jack muttered, scrambling to jump down the bunk, only succeeding in hitting his head yet again on the ceiling. After hitting the floor in the heap, all Jack could hear was Crutchie’s cackles.

“Just kidding, It’s actually in 20- I just wanted to see your reaction,” Crutchie wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye.

“Yeah, real funny, Crutch,” Jack mumbled, rolling his eyes and smiling. As much as he loved his little brother, he, unfortunately, knew exactly how to get Jack riled up quite easily, which normally ended in Jack running into a wall or stabbing himself in the arm with a pen in a panic.

“S’funny to me,” Crutchie choked out, still laughing. Jack pushed himself to his feet, brushing off the assorted chip crumbs that had migrated from the shitty shag carpeting of his dorm onto his shirt.

“I know, I know,” Jack muttered, grabbing Crutchie’s crutch from the wall and handing them to him. Looking at his laughing face, Jack couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Alright, let’s get a move on… You ready?” Jack shook his head while still grinning, snatching his duffle bag and Crutchie’s backpack from beside the door.

“Ay! I can carry that!" Crutchie protested, making a grab at the bag.

“Wow, brother dearest, won’t even let me carry a bag,” Jack joked, sticking out his tongue and popping into a dead sprint down the hallway.

“NOW THAT’S JUST UNCALLED FOR!” Crutchie yelled from the hallway.

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, STUPID HEAD!” Jack shouted back, slamming open the door for the stairs and sliding onto the railings down the flights. Once he reached the bottom, he pulled out his phone.

“Text RaceyBoi.”

“What would you like to say?” that stupid automated voice asked back, not fully human or robotic.

“‘Can you go walk Crutchie to the campsite? Left him for CPS reasons.’” CPS was not, in fact, Child Protective Services, but instead Crutchie Protection Squad.

Smiling to himself, Jack started walking towards the woods on the outskirts of campus. He thought he saw Kid Blink and Spot at one point, Heely-ing towards the woods. He couldn’t help but wonder how the wheels would hold up amongst all the vegetation, and quietly hoped he wouldn’t have to call an ambulance tonight.

“Hey, Jack!” came a familiar voice from behind him. His heart automatically deciding to kick into overdrive, Jack turned around to see none other than David Jacobs, grinning and clutching a duffle bag.

“Whaddup, Dave,” Jack grinned back, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder. Seriously, who gave him the right to be this tall? He was like a noodle with a head and arms.

“You heading down to the campsite?” Davey asked, falling into step with Jack.

“That’s the plan. Race is taking Crutchie so that idiot won’t try to carry his backpack again.”

“...You realize he can carry it perfectly fine, right?” Davey said, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, but I just feel like doin’ something nice for him, y’ know?”

“You may be stupid at times, but you are a good brother, Jack Kelly,” Davey chuckled, taking off his hat and flipping it backward.

“Ey, now don’t get to tellin’ the boys that, I have a reputation as a jerk to keep,” Jack couldn’t stop smiling. Why couldn’t he stop smiling? He felt like someone had turned him into the fucking sun from the Teletubbies.

“I don’t think you could pass as a jerk if you tried,” Davey shrugged, looking into Jack’s eyes so he could get the point across. God, his eyes were brown. Beautiful, chocolatey, perfect brown.

“You would be surprised,” Jack said, tearing his eyes away.

Don’t let yourself get attached, dammit.

“Hey,” Davey stopped. Jack stopped too, staring at him. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Don’t… Don’t talk like that. I know you, Jackie. Okay? And you aren’t an asshole.”

“Jeez, David, only a few minutes into the trip and you’re already on the late-night talks-” Jack turned away, hoping Davey couldn’t see that he was blushing.

“I need to hear you say it, okay?” He turned Jack around, forcing him yet again to look into his eyes.

“Fine. I… I ain’t an asshole. Ya happy?” Jack bit his tongue forcefully. That almost physically pained him to say.

“Yeah. I… I’m sorry Jack,” Davey said. Jack still wasn’t looking at him.

“Don’t apologize for caring, Davey.”

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It was late. The shitty fire that had taken them almost a full hour to make was burning low, and Jack had to keep prodding it with a random stick to keep it lit. Most of the boys had already retired to their tents and sleeping bags, and Davey was fast asleep on his chair. Race was the only one still out.

“Do you think we should wake him up?” Race said, tossing the remains of his s’more into the fire.

“What? Oh, nah, I’ll wake him up when I head in. Poor kid, being a pre-med student probably never sleeps,” Jack pointed out.

“How long do you think you’ll be staying out?” Race asked, standing up and stretching.

“‘Till I get tired,” Jack prodded the fire again, before throwing in another stick.

“Then he’ll be out here all night,” Race joked, cracking a smile.

“I’ll wake him up before then. Wouldn’t want him to get hypothermia or some shit.”

“It’s the middle of April, I highly doubt he’ll get hypothermia, Jack.”

“...Did Racetrack Higgins seriously just say an educated statement?”

“Goodnight-” Race turned away suddenly, seeming intent on changing the subject.

“YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT NOW, WE KNOW YOU’RE SMART,” Jack whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake any of the boys up (especially not Davey).

Race replied with his silence.

Sighing, Jack sat back in his chair. Not having any will to sleep, and nothing more to do, he grabbed out his sketchbook. Nature was always good for inspiration.

Well, it could’ve been nature, or it could’ve been Davey. Because, without even realizing it, Jack had started to sketch the sleeping boy’s figure. His right fist was supporting his cheek, his hat was half-tipped onto his face, shading it slightly. His legs were crossed, and his left arm was set on top of them.

Behind him was a backdrop of pine trees, and, even though that wasn’t the actual view, a full moon, and stars. So many stars. All spelling out little words of love in Spanish, Jack’s first language.

Precioso. Bonita. Perfecto.

His hair was mostly tucked under his cap. His eyes were softer when he slept. A ghost of a smile played at his lips.

Increíble.

Perfect.

Just as Jack was signing his name and dating the piece, Davey began to stir.

Quickly shutting the book, Jack simply stared up at the stars he could see despite the light pollution and thick trees.

“Hey, Jack, saw you drawing there,” Davey said, quietly.

“Oh- uh- yeah, just… lookin’ through some old pieces,” Jack stammered.

“Can I see?”

“Uh- no, this isn’t my graded stuff, it’s all just sketches-“

“Y’know, for an art student, you really don’t like showing your art.”

“Uh- Fine.” Jack gave up and strode across the fire to hand him the book. It was mostly drawings of the boys, maybe he wouldn’t look that far.

...Spoiler alert, he looked that far.

“...Is this me? Right back then, when I was sleeping?”

“Uh-“

“You really made me look better than I’ve ever seen myself.”

“Well, that’s how I see you,” Jack said before he could think about his words. Y’know, like a normal person who is trying to hide a massive crush that could end one of his best friendships.

“Th-that’s… how you see me?” Davey was blushing now. Blushing. Not disgusted.

“Uh… yeah. Y’see here, th-the moon behind ya, the way it… it focuses on you.” Jack said, kneeling by his chair and pointing to it.

You are digging your own grave, Jack Kelly.

“Jack, I… that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Davey was still blushing. He turned his face to Jack’s. He was so close…

“Well… I draw what I think, Dave, ‘cause words… they ain’t my strong suit,” Jack chuckled, pulling back. But Davey leaned forward.

“Your drawings don’t need words, Jack. But the artist of them… That is a man that deserves millions of words said about him.”

“D-Davey… Don’t. Please, don’t do this,” Jack shook his head, standing back up.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I- I’m sorry, I thought that we-“

“No, David. You didn’t. That’s the exact issue! D-d’ya really think I want to end up breaking your heart? We… We can’t do this, ‘cause it’ll end with me hurting you just like I have a million people! And you don’t deserve that fate! You’re too good for me, David,” Jack might’ve been crying. He wasn’t sure. But he sure as hell was ranting.

“Jack-“

“Don’t Jack me, don’t try to act like it could be any different. We know exactly how this is going to end, and I- I can’t stand losing you, Dave.”

There was a moment of silence. It was obvious Davey was picking his next words carefully.

“You won’t.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You won’t because I won’t let it, Jack Kelly. I won’t let you lose me as a friend, ever. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“Da-“

In two strides, Davey crossed the circle of chairs and shut Jack up with a kiss, half-crushing him with how tightly he was holding him.

He did this… this thing that made it obvious this wasn’t his first kiss. The way he moved his head up and down just a little bit. The way he seemed all in but ready to pull away if they needed to at any second.

But more than anything, there was a definitive Davey-ness to him that made it all perfect.

So Jack had found one more reason to like nature. It was where he shared his first-ever kiss with his boyfriend, David Jacobs.

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part five

summary: in the aftermath of hurricane agatha, the pogues are thrown into a mess none of them are ready to deal with. things that don’t exactly top sailor’s ‘fun things to do this summer’ list: surfing in the middle of a hurricane, getting punched in the face by a stupid kook, and stumbling upon a mystery that turns her and her friends into the damn scooby gang. when she said she wanted an exciting summer, she should’ve been more specific. 🙃

word count: 8.1k+ (it just keeps getting longer and longer 😅)

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings n stuff: mentions of abuse/neglect/gambling addiction, child abandonment, anxiety, self-worth issues, jj being both soft af and hot for his best friend, weed usage, underage drinking, unresolved sexual tension, sailor being thirsty, swearing, guns, fighting, blood, that one trope where two characters only call each other by their nicknames/last names until they don’t because of ~reasons~ that makes me lose my shit every time (like a lot of the obx fandom, i also headcanon that jj stands for jesse james), references to the three stooges (jj=moe, pope=larry, and john b=curly and that’s a fact lmao), to all the boys i've loved before, avengers infinity war, and david attenborough, and a line heavily inspired/influenced by taylor swift's "dress" (a song that happens to be on the playlist for this series)

a/n: we’re finally entering canon territory, y’all (with a few tweaks, of course!) but i’m determined not to make this a rehash/retelling word for word of the show ‘cause that’s just no fun, so expect smaller pieces (vignettes, i guess?) of storytelling as i expand on canon with sailor and the rest of the pogues. think of it like a mixtape of sorts, but with words instead of music if that makes sense lol. this part originally covered episodes one and two but i wrote so much that i had to split it, so we're just covering most of episode one for now (i still can't even believe how much shit actually goes down in the pilot lol). i was veryyyy excited to write the kegger at the boneyard 'cause some ~juicy~ stuff happens there lol. fun fact: the title of this part is a term used by surfers to refer to getting up at the ass crack of dawn to hit the waves. as always, this is unbetaed so any mistakes are mine. enjoy!

gif credit to @jj-maybnks

~Masterlist~

part five: dawn patrol

The next morning, Hurricane Agatha hits the island with all the force of a knockout punch; the sound of rain pounding against the roof echoes impossibly loud throughout the Chateau but Sailor’s bewildered shriek is even louder.

“You’re gonna what the what?!”

John B shrugs as the stunned redhead, lounging on the couch, looks away from watching the storm and fixes him with a wide-eyed stare.

“I’m gonna surf the surge.”

“Hell yeah, bro!” JJ yells from his spot as her footrest, punching his fist in the air and she sends him an exasperated look, both at his enthusiastic encouragement of John B’s downright moronic idea and the fact that she already misses the feeling of his thumb drawing circles on her bare ankle.

“Are you two insane?”

“Possibly.” John B states, grinning when JJ follows that up with, “Absolutely.” The blond boy pushes Sailor’s legs off his lap as he stands which earns him another displeased scowl from the redhead. “Come on, Sail. Live a little.”

“Oh, I’ll live alright, but you idiots won’t,” She takes his offered hand, letting him pull her to her feet and then down the hall after John B as she continues, “because this is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”

“See, this is why we keep you around,” He replies, laughing when she dodges his attempt to ruffle her hair and dashes forward to beat him to the spare room. “We do something stupid, you and Kie read us the riot act. It’s tradition.”

Sailor grabs her long-sleeved rash vest -if she’s going to sit on the beach to keep an eye on these fools in the middle of a damn hurricane, at least she’ll wear something that offers a little bit of warmth- and heads to the bathroom to change. “Yeah, and then I’m there to patch you up when you inevitably hurt yourselves.”

“Can’t help that you have that healing touch.” His cheeky response floats through the closed door and she catches herself smiling -wide and just a little bit sappy- in the mirror.

After a quick detour to pick up Pope, who’s already drenched from sneaking out his window, the pogues (sans Kiara who never answered John B’s text in the group chat and, knowing her parents, was probably on hurricane lockdown) head to the beach, where the rugged gray surf hammers against the shore with unrelenting brutality. Sailor trails behind the others as they grab their boards and make a break for the water, blatantly ignoring the barriers that read ‘beach closed’ in large, impossible to miss letters. A few hundred feet down the coast, she can barely make out The Sandbar all boarded up for the storm and she thinks of her mother, wondering if she's riding it out inside or at home; either way Carmen's all alone and Sailor's stomach twists with guilt, both for letting her phone battery die so she didn't have to answer her calls and for leaving in the first place, even though it was the right thing to do for her damn sanity.

“These signs are here for a reason, guys!” She calls over the howling wind, squinting through the rain at the rough waves with her hands tapping uneasily against her thighs. Watching John B run into the ocean with reckless abandon (Pope following with a little more caution, thankfully) immediately puts her anxiety on edge so she sits down heavily on the wet sand, wrapping her arms around the knees pulled to her chest and looks up at the blond boy who stayed behind. “Aren’t you gonna join the other stooges?”

JJ shrugs at her question, glancing out toward their friends before dropping his board to the ground and taking a seat behind the trembling girl, his chest to her back. “This one can’t just leave you hanging out here all alone, lookin’ all sad and shit. It’s kind of pathetic.”

“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, J.” She smirks and scoots back in the sand, lips curling into a full-fledged smile when he lifts his arms to drape them over her shoulders. As he tucks her securely against his front, the warmth of his body helps ward off the biting chill of the rain, and so does the fact that he knows her so well, that he knows this is exactly what she needs to help calm the panicking butterflies in her stomach.

He leans close, lips brushing against the shell of her ear when he whispers his next words like a secret, low and just for her even when there’s no one around to hear them. “Trust me, Sail, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

She suddenly finds those butterflies in her stomach fluttering for a whole different reason.

The Chateau sits in complete darkness, the power having been knocked out since they returned from dropping Pope off at his house that afternoon. Sailor thinks it’s about ten at night as she lies on her back on the mattress of the sleeper sofa, listening to the wind rip through the trees outside with Binx curled up at her feet. The spare room was way too hot without a working fan, even after she braided her hair off to the side and changed into a crop top and shorts, so she and JJ had returned to the living room where it was cooler, if only by a little bit.

John B has already retreated to his room for the night; he’d been acting quieter than usual since their little adventure at the beach but between a lantern-lit dinner of semi-stale cereal and passing a joint around, she never got the chance to ask if he was okay before he made his escape. JJ lies beside her with his limbs all askew and from the slow rise and fall of his bare chest she’s 99% sure he’s out like a light until, out of the blue, he mutters into the stagnant air, “Can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

She blinks heavily -that weed must’ve hit her harder than she thought because she hadn’t even realized she’d been staring- when he lazily turns his head to stare back, a halcyon grin on his face and in the dark, his pupils are blown so wide she can barely see the blue of his irises. Her hand itches with a longing to sweep that one stubborn strand of hair away from his forehead but instead she blindly slides it to the left until she finds his and holds on tight; his fingers automatically lace with hers even as the space between his eyebrows furrows and the smile falls from his lips.

“Sail?”

“I don’t think my dad’s ever coming back.” The redhead’s mouth blurts before her brain can catch up, heavy words lingering like a storm cloud ready to downpour. The thought had been weighing on her heart for a while now, from when she’d first suspected it two months ago, and it feels bittersweet to finally admit it out loud, even when she hadn’t planned doing it.

Her bedmate is silent for a long time as he looks at her through the shadows and she focuses on the touch of his palm against hers instead of the awful mounting pressure behind her eyes -hadn’t she promised herself she was done crying over her dad?- until he asks quietly, “Why? I mean, good riddance 'cause he's kind of the worst, but why?"

“A feeling,” She murmurs around the sudden lump in her throat, biting the inside of her lip hard enough that she tastes the metallic tang of blood on her tongue. “He...he usually comes back after a month or two but this time it’s been almost five.” A bitter laugh escapes from her chest and she shakes her head. “I guess he finally decided he’s done dealing with my worthless ass.”

JJ’s eyes flash like lightning as he rolls over to face her, the hand not entwined with hers reaching up to cup her cheek. “Sail, shut up. Don’t you dare say that.”

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true,” She says sharply, words acerbic and biting and full of a self-hatred that’s been poisoning her heart ever since she was old enough -eight and far, far too young- to discern the way her dad’s love for her was fickle at best, non-existent at worst. “I could’ve been a better daughter- a perfect daughter- and he might still be here and my mom wouldn't hate me. I should’ve tried harder-”

“Jesus Christ, Sailor!” He interrupts, calloused yet gentle thumb wiping away the tears she just now registers sliding down her cheeks and the shock of hearing her full name come from his mouth makes the rest of her vitriolic thoughts fly out the window. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

The image of him blurs through the darkness in shades of black and she closes her eyes, jaw clenched in an attempt to quell the tremble of her lip as he goes on in his low, soft voice, “You should’ve tried harder to do what, huh? What could you have possibly done better?”

She’s quiet for a long time, so long that her tears run dry and all that remains is smeared salt on her skin because she doesn’t have an answer. What could she have done? That terrible thought in her mind rears it’s ugly head again, the one that tells her she’s not good enough, that everything’s her fault because she doesn’t do enough, but when she asks it what more she can do, there’s no reply. There never is.

“Hey, look at me.” She hears the rustling of sheets and feels his fingers slip from hers before they come to rest on her cheek, both hands now cradling her face; she opens her eyes to find him hovering over her and the sheer lack of distance between them makes her heart skip a beat. “You...”

“What about me?” Her voice cracks as she speaks and in a mirror of her from earlier, JJ shakes his head, causing that stubborn strand of hair to once again fall into his eyes.

“I wish you’d see yourself the way I do.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “And how do you see me?”

“Fucking amazing.” He says simply and in the dark, she can barely see the flush slowly starting to creep up his neck. “Smart, brave, and loyal as hell. A beautiful badass who doesn’t take shit from anybody. A girl who listens when someone needs to be heard.”

The redhead stares up at him with wide green eyes as he goes on and on, listing all these wonderful little things that her traitorous mind has a hard time processing, let alone believing; he really thinks about her like this? “You care so damn much,” “You’re kind but not afraid speak out,” “You’re the one I trust the most.”

Her hand slowly releases its tight grip on the sheets and slides up his bare arm, feeling the heat of his skin under her palm as she touches his face, not trusting herself to speak because she’s so afraid of saying something dumb or stupid and ruining everything ('like I always do,' her mind echoes).

“You’re my best friend, Sailor, and yeah, you’re not perfect. You drink and you smoke weed and you don’t get straight As in school but fuck, you’re real and so not worthless.” He says each word with such conviction that its impossible not to believe him, as much as her brain screams at her not to. “And I want you to know that what your parents think of you doesn't matter at all, got it?"

Without warning, she flings her arms around his neck and JJ loses his balance, falling onto her with a soft oof of surprise but Sailor doesn’t even feel the extra weight as she rests her face against his shoulder and finally finds her voice. “Thank you.”

He takes her with him when he rolls onto his side, arms wrapped tight around her waist and nose buried in her messy braid. “Just...trying to do the right thing, I guess. For once.”

She pulls back at his words, then leans forward and slowly presses her lips to his flushed cheek, just missing the corner of his mouth. She lets them linger for a beat longer than necessary before leaning back -not too far, just enough- and looking him in the eye. “Thank you, Jesse.”

He usually hates being called by his first name (she found that out pretty quickly into their friendship, “never call me Jesse” being one of the first things he ever said to her) but he just looks at her with a soft, endearing smile on his face as he leans back onto the bed, once again bringing her with him. “Promise me something, Sail?”

She glances up at him from his shoulder and meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

His fingers tuck an escaped red curl behind her ear. “Just...be you. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks.”

She wishes it were that easy, that she could just step inside her mind and flip a switch and she could stop all those thoughts that’ve plagued her for years but it’s not. It’s gonna take time -time and a lot of patience and maybe even a miracle- but damn it, she’s gonna give it her all, not just for herself but for him and the rest of the pogues, too, the best friends she's ever had, so she nods and settles back down at his side. “I’ll try my best, J.”

“I know you will.”

"Sail, you're the best swimmer out of all of us. Think you can dive down there and check it out?"

The redhead peers over the edge of the HMS Pogue and into the water, where the murky shape of the sunken Grady-White sits thirty feet down on the bottom of the marsh, then nods at the rest of the pogues, an excited grin on her face.

"No problem," She answers John B, hopping up onto the very tip of the boat's bow with practiced ease before diving headfirst into the water to JJ's yell of "diver down!" It's dirtier than usual because of the hurricane but she doesn't let that stop her as she swims down and down until she reaches the top of the boat and pulls herself the rest of the way onto the deck, carefully scanning the area for...fuck. Honestly, she's got absolutely no clue what she's looking for but she assumes she'll know when she sees it.

'It' turns out to be a motel key, resting all alone on the floor by the steering wheel and she quickly reaches out to snatch it, sliding the silver key ring around her finger securely. When she pushes off toward the surface, she leaves the ghostly Grady-White behind with more questions than answers.

The rest of her friends are lined up in a row along the boat's railing, all staring at her with near identical expressions of anticipation as she breaks through the water and holds the key aloft with a triumphant smile.

"The Summer Winds Motel called, they want their key back!"

A little later that evening, Sailor would really regret finding that damn key but right now, she's having a great time dancing at the Boneyard with Kiara at the traditional post-hurricane kegger, second refill of beer in hand, spiked with Fireball from the flask tucked in her back pocket. To her, dancing's a lot like surfing -steady feet, swiveling hips, snapping shoulders- and she thinks that might be the reason she's so bad at it, anticipating the fluidity of water instead of the solidness of dry land. Or it could be that she just doesn't have rhythm when she's a little buzzed. That works, too.

"Ow, Sail!" Kiara winces as the redhead steps on her foot again, rolling her eyes fondly when she throws her head back with a loud, tipsy giggle.

"My bad, Kie!" She twirls in the sand, hair dancing around her shoulders like fire, and finds herself spinning right into a herd of dancing tourons, all too drunk to care that she's spilling her beer all over their feet. Large, olive-skinned hands grab her waist to spin her again and she laughs, smiling over her shoulder at a cute dark-haired touron as he slides one palm over to settle against the bare skin of her lower back. She pushes one hand on his shoulder with just enough resistance that he doesn't get too close into her personal space as he leans in to speak in a low Southern drawl, brown eyes turned a pretty bronze in the glow of the nearby bonfire.

"This probably isn't the best thing to say to a beautiful girl but you kind of dance like a giraffe."

Sailor bursts out laughing at that. "Hey, I think giraffes are very elegant creatures so I'll take that as a compliment!"

The boy grins and she smiles, too, letting him take her free hand and pull her into the throng of dancing bodies. He's almost as bad a dancer as she is but he's fun to talk to and together they gleefully show off their worst moves until their feet hurt -she's lost count of how many times she stepped on his toes- and her solo cup is empty. "Come on," She says and this time, she's the one to grab his hand and lead him over to the closest keg, where John B's dishing out beer with an expert flourish.

"'Sup, Sail," He lifts his chin in greeting as he fills her cup, smirking when she immediately pulls out her flask and adds a long pour of Fireball on top. "Who's your friend?"

"JB, this is Adam, he's visiting from Tennessee. Adam, meet John B, one of my best friends and a total moron," She makes quick introductions, smiling into her drink as he scowls and playfully sprays some beer at her feet before filling another cup and holding it out to the other boy with a jab at her expense.

"Be careful around her, man. She's a handful."

The touron accepts the drink with a shrug and a quick wink in her direction. "Good thing I happen to like 'em a little crazy."

Ugh. More than a little miffed at that, she rolls her eyes and takes a long sip of beer to hide her annoyance when Adam laughs and slings his arm around her shoulders. Calling her a giraffe was actually kind of cute in a very weird, endearing way but he instantly lost whatever points he had with her the second that 'c' word came out of his pretty mouth. She glances around the Boneyard while the boys start talking about surfing (she scoffs to herself, what does a farm kid from Tennessee know about that?), scanning the crowd for the rest of her friends and a chance to ditch him. Kiara's sitting on a big piece of driftwood, chatting up a stunning, deeply tan girl with glossy black hair -she waves when their eyes meet and shoots Sailor a cheeky grin before returning to her conversation- while the ever awkward Pope seems to be stuck in the middle of one of his rambles about autopsies as he stands around the fire, the willowy blonde beside him looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. She'd deliberately lost track of JJ a while ago, after she watched him getting a little too close to a tiny brunette, his hand low on her back as she passed him a drink and ran her fingers up his bare arm, coaxing that killer smile of his onto his face (that girl may have gotten his smile but Sailor got his eyes and they watched her until she pointedly turned away).

Honestly, she's a bit -okay, a lot- peeved. Here she is, thinking that they're the closest they've ever been before (they've always been close, ever since that day in sixth grade, but this is a whole different kind of close), and just when she feels like she may finally be ready to admit some things, some feelings, he's off doing who knows what with another girl; to be fair, she's off with another guy that she'd, until a minute ago, fully planned on kissing, but that's only because of him! Him and some weird need she has to keep him looking at her, to make him jealous -she shakes her head and takes another swig of her whiskey-spiked beer. Nope, nope, not gonna think about that.

Poor Pope looks like he's really struggling so Sailor pushes all thoughts of her blond best friend from her mind and goes to rescue him, ducking out from under Adam's sweaty arm and walking away without a backwards glance, ignoring the confusion in his voice as he calls her name. She pushes through the crowd to her friend and steps right in front of the girl he's trying to talk to, grabbing his hand with her free one.

"Come dance with me?"

The smile of pure relief that breaks out over his face makes her own widen as he lets her pull him back through the mass of bodies to a less-crowded part of the make-shift dance floor, the tension bleeding out of his hunched shoulders with every step.

"You're an angel, Sailor."

She laughs and wraps her arm around his shoulders, leading him in a carefree twirl across the cool sand. "Tell me something I don't know."

Like a leaf caught up in a whirlwind, he's helpless to resist her infectious joy as they dance, grinning like fools and poking fun at each other; for a while, the redhead tries to forget about stupid, clueless boys and focuses on Pope who, while still a clueless boy, doesn't expect anything from her but pure, unconditional friendship that she's all too willing to give (although she did have a teensy little crush on him when they first became friends, she got over it pretty fast the second he started talking about the bodily functions of dead bodies in explicit detail). She shares her drink with him, giggling at the way his face morphs from curiosity to disgust to delight at the taste of her cinnamon beer concoction and lets him down the rest while she drinks straight from the flask that she pulls from her back pocket.

"You've got a shadow." Pope says, slightly nodding his chin over her shoulder and she takes his hand again, slowly spinning herself under his arm to take a quick glance, rolling her eyes when she spots Adam staring at her from the edge of the crowd. "You know him?"

"Unfortunately. Thought he was cute, then he called me crazy." She tucks the whiskey away with a shrug at her friend's sympathetic wince, then steps closer to him and raises a conspiratorial eyebrow. "Wanna help me tell him to take a long walk off a short cliff?"

"Uh-"

"I think I can help with that," A familiar voice cuts off Pope's reply as JJ suddenly appears at her side, slipping his hand into her back pocket to spin her right into the circle of his arms before he plucks the flask from the other and takes a big sip in one smooth kinda sexy move. "Straight Fireball? Damn, Sail."

The redhead carefully schools her features into a blank mask but her body has other ideas, one hand instantly settling on his chest like it's second nature and her face flushing from more than just the alcohol as she casually replies, "You know I like things a little spicy." Completely aware of the way he's watching her every move, she snatches the whiskey back and downs the little bit that's left, trying and failing to ignore the thrill that shoots through her at those bright blue eyes of his darkening when her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Pope rolls his eyes at them both before muttering a quick 'see ya' and hastily melting back into the crowd.

"So, who're we telling to fuck off?" His voice is just a little strained and she feels her cool facade start to crack as she scowls, subtly tilts her head toward where Adam's still staring at her with an expression that looks like he ate a sour lemon. JJ spins her around to take a very conspicuous peek and her mouth curls into a grin, mask breaking completely when he shoots the touron a glare that screams 'try me, I dare you'; the heat from his hand still in her pocket burns as he leans in until his forehead rests on hers. "Let's give him a show."

Sailor hums and pretends to mull it over even as she coyly snakes her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, the harder panes of his body sliding almost sinfully against her softer curves as they sway together, "I don't know, you looked pretty cozy with that other girl earlier..." Is it kind of petty to bring it up? Yes, yes it is, but she can't resist toying with him like he did to her, just as she can't help the breathless gasp that escapes her lips when his fingers press hard into the toned flesh of her ass through her shorts.

"Why, Flynn, are you jealous?"

"Please, I saw that glare you gave him. If anyone's jealous, it's you, Maybank." She fires back while carding both hands through his hair and the pure gratification she feels at his slight shiver is nothing short of euphoric. Out of the corner of her eye, she barely takes notice of the frown Adam sends their way before he turns and stalks off toward the other side of the beach; honestly, she's so caught up in JJ and everything about him -the slow swing of his hips, the hands burning hot against the strip of her back exposed by her crop top, the darkened look in those ocean eyes- that she'd completely forgotten about the touron she danced with earlier in an effort to forget the boy she's dancing with now. She should've known it wouldn't have worked: Sailor could never forget JJ, no matter how hard she tries. He's like a permanent mark on her, a tattoo inked in gold, a beautiful, wonderous scar that she never wants to fade away.

"Seems like we scared him off so I don't have to worry about that anymore." His flushed face is so close she can feel his breath on her lips as he speaks and her eyes quickly flick down to his mouth on their own accord.

"And what about me?" She asks, twirling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, heart beating fast in anticipation as he smirks wickedly at the way her own face turns cherry red.

"Sail, babe, you don't have to worry about a damn thing."

All one of them has to do is tilt their head and everything will fall into place and she can once again know what it's like to kiss him-

"Let it go, Topper!" A sudden, annoyed shout breaks the two apart before they can close that final distance (Sailor's not sure who would've made the first move and she's both relieved and disappointed they won't get to find out), turning away from each other in tandem toward the gathering mass of bodies chanting 'fight, fight!' at the shoreline.

"JB, he's not worth it!" At the sound of Kiara's voice, they take off running across the sand and shove their way to the front of the crowd just in time to see Topper Thornton in all his frat boy glory get absolutely slammed with a hard punch to the jaw, courtesy of John B. The kook barely hits the ground before he's back on his feet and lunging forward to tackle him into the water, landing a hit of his own square in the eye.

"What the hell happened?" Sailor grabs Kiara's elbow and the dark haired girl looks at her with wide eyes as the boys continue to roll around, exchanging brutal blows while a stunned Pope watches from her other side.

"I don't even know, they just started wailing on each other!"

JJ stands silent to Sailor's right, jaw clenched and hands curled into fists as he stares at the brawl and she reaches over to wrap her fingers around his wrist, thumb calmly running circles on his skin.

"Top, seriously! Stop it!" Sarah Cameron stands in the sand just before the crashing waves, yelling furiously at her boyfriend and throwing her arms in the air when he ignores her. "What is wrong with you?"

The moment Topper lands three punches in a row on John B's battered face, Sailor decides she's seen enough. She rushes forward without thinking to grab the blond boy's arm, pulling as hard as she can in an attempt to get him off her friend and barely has time to register what's happening when the fist he was aiming at John B suddenly swings at her. It connects solidly with her left cheek and makes her stumble back, her hand flying to her throbbing face before she goes down hard onto her butt in the surf.

"What the fuck, Thornton?"

"Did you just punch a girl?"

"Ohhhh shit!"

A cacophony of voices yells from the shore as the kook boy stares down at her, momentarily stunned when he realizes who exactly he hit, and it gives John B an opening to wrestle him back into the water and land a solid punch right to his nose. Everything happens so fast after that that the redhead, still reeling in a wide-eyed daze, has a little trouble keeping up. First, Kiara and Pope splash through the waves to her side, kneeling down to help her to her feet with their arms around her waist. Second, Topper gains the upper hand and straight up tries to drown John B, holding his head under the water while Sarah screams at him to stop. And third, JJ -reckless, bold, protective JJ- pulls out that damn stolen gun, effectively bringing the whole mess to a grinding halt when he stalks forward and presses the barrel to the side of Topper's head.

"Your move, broski." He threatens and the beach is so quiet everyone can hear the click of the safety being switched off. The kook slowly raises his hands in the air and John B emerges from the water, stumbling forward onto his hands and knees with a horrible wet cough.

It's all too much for Sailor's poor tipsy self to take. The world spins beneath her feet as her head starts to pound and her shaking fingers fail to find purchase on Kiara's and Pope's shoulders.

"Guys, I don't feel so good," She manages to whisper and their looks of concern (the former) and panic (the latter) are the last thing she sees before her legs give out and everything goes black.

The first thing she registers is the pain that radiates from the left side of her face, her whole head throbbing with every beat of her heart and the sound of loud whispering right by her ear isn't helping at all.

"That's the best you can do, J? Seriously?"

"The power's out! I can't exactly pull ice out of my ass, Kie."

Something semi-cold gently rests against her cheek and she audibly sighs at the little bit of relief she feels, her hand sluggishly rising to hold it a little closer as she mumbles, "I wouldn't want your ass ice anyway." At least she tries to: her mouth feels like it's full of cotton and she's pretty sure the only thing that comes out is unintelligible gibberish.

Sailor opens her eyes and finds herself lying on her back on the sleeper sofa at the Chateau, a passed out John B to her right. Pope sits on the edge of the mattress by his side, holding a beer bottle to his friend's black eye and he sends her a relieved smile when he notices she's awake.

"There she is," JJ says from her other side and she turns to face him, not at all surprised to find him already looking at her, and the unabashed concern in his eyes sends a golden warmth through her whole body. Her fingers slip down the hand that's still holding the bottle to her cheek so she can run her thumb over the delicate bones in his wrist in a silent thank you.

A different, softer hand rests on her knee and she tears her gaze away from his face to smile at Kiara as she says, "Good to see you're okay, Sail."

The redhead sinks back into the pillow in embarrassment and covers her eyes with her free hand. God, she really passed out, didn't she? She passed out after taking one lousy punch to the face by a fucking kook, no less. How completely mortifying. She swallows thickly and sounds like a chain smoker when she says, "I'm so sorry, guys. I'm a total idiot."

The other three conscious pogues start protesting all at once -apparently there's many, many, different ways to say she's not an idiot- and the resulting volume of their combined voices is enough to make her headache even worse. She sits up and scoots back until she's propped against the couch and sets the now warm beer on the side table before massaging both of her temples.

"Will you please shut up, I can feel my brain beating in my skull."

For a second, there's wonderful, blissful silence and then:

"Holy shit, thank you," A groggy voice says to her right and she turns to watch a bleary-eyed John B claw his way back to consciousness. "You guys are fucking loud."

"He lives!" JJ shouts, ignoring the four glares sent his way and reaching over to clap his hand against the brunet boy's shoulder. "Welcome back, dude."

"Ugh," He suddenly rolls onto his stomach -Pope deftly catching the bottle when it nearly falls from the bed- and his muffled voice floats out from the pillow he shoves his head under like an ostrich in the sand. "Knock me back out."

"Aww, poor baby." Sailor gives his back a sympathetic pat and chuckles softly when he blindly feels around for her arm, pushing it away with another deep groan and a 'fuck off, Sail' that lacks any type of venom.

"Okay, now that you're both kind of conscious, let's agree that neither of you will ever fucking do that again. Got it?" Kiara addresses John B and Sailor as she stands from the bed and crosses her arms, fixing the latter with a piercing look that makes her feel like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar; she opens her mouth to defend herself but before she can say anything, Kiara turns her furious gaze to JJ and points an accusing finger at his face. "And you! What the hell were you thinking pulling that damn gun out, huh?"

"Jesus Christ, Kie!" He suddenly rockets to his feet and throws his hands in the air. "Sail got socked in the face and JB was getting fucking drowned, I wasn't really thinking much at all!”

The dark haired girl can't seemed to think of a response to that and looks away, staring at the floor with her jaw clenched as Pope, ever the mediator, rises to his feet, too, and rounds the bed to step between them placatingly.

"Let's just drop it for tonight, okay? They need to rest." He says, nodding toward the two still on the bed before wrapping his hand around Kiara's elbow and turning her toward the front door. She immediately pulls her arm from his grasp but still nods in agreement, the hard look in her eyes softening when she glances at her injured friends.

"Yeah, okay." She says and glances down at her watch, wincing when she catches sight of the time. "My parents'll kill me if I'm not home soon, anyway."

"Come on, I'll take you guys home." JJ says with a conciliatory look in her direction as Pope tosses him the Volkswagen's keys from his pocket and when she nods back, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, Sailor knows that all is forgiven, at least for now.

"Are you sure you're good to drive?" She asks and immediately rolls her eyes at his sarcastic reply of "Yes, Mom," and the obnoxious wink he shoots her.

The trio leaves after a quick round of goodbyes and John B waits until he hears the sound of his van driving away before finally emerging from under the pillow and rolling onto his back.

"Sensing the immediate danger has passed, the ostrich cautiously pulls its head out from the sand..." She says in her best David Attenborough impression, laughing when he tosses the pillow at her head with an amused grin.

"Ha ha. I was trying to avoid getting a Kie lecture," He explains, running both hands down his face with a heavy sigh. "It feels like my head's gonna explode."

"You and me both, dude." She carefully probes at her swollen cheek and is more than a little surprised to feel the beginnings of a scab forming near her eye. She knew Topper landed a solid punch but she didn't realize how solid that hit was until now as she catches sight of the tiny bit of drying blood left behind on her fingertips.

"That looks like it hurts. You okay?" John B asks and she looks up from wiping her hand clean on her shorts, stiff from dried saltwater, with a wrinkle of her freckled nose.

"I'm alright. How about you? No offense but your eye looks like shit."

"I'll live." He answers with a shrug as he pulls himself upright on the mattress and leans his head against the back of the couch. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?"

He sluggishly turns his head to look Sailor in the eye and shrugs again. "For trying to help me out. Sorry I got you punched."

She smirks and reaches over to give his hand a brief, friendly squeeze as she replies, "It's not your fault I got myself punched. I'm sorry your ass almost drowned."

He snorts at that and she's relieved to hear it, knowing that he can still joke around and he's not, like, completely traumatized or something. Poor guy's already got enough to deal with without adding a mental breakdown to the list. She swings her legs over the edge of the mattress and slowly stands before taking a tentative step forward; when her knees hold and she doesn't fall flat on her face, she makes her way to his side and holds both hands out to him with a small, lighthearted smile.

"Yeah, you're delirious. Near death experiences do that to you." She says, helping him to his feet and, after looping his arm over her shoulders and sliding hers around his waist, the two teenagers carefully shuffle down the hall in the dim light of the emergency lantern on the kitchen table to his room, where she unceremoniously dumps him onto his bed. "Sleep it off. And for the love of God, please change. You smell terrible."

She goes to leave as he laughs again, tugging his shirt off and tossing it into the growing pile of clothes near the closet before saying, "Hey, Sailor?"

The redhead pauses with one foot in the hall and leans against the doorframe. "Yeah?"

"You know you're a badass, right?"

She laughs and sends him a wink but her heart is oh so light as she turns and heads to the spare room, calling back over her shoulder, "Nice to see someone acknowledge it. Now go to bed!"

The sound of the Chateau's front door opening and closing startles Sailor awake and she blinks heavily, wondering when exactly she'd fallen asleep. Last thing she remembers she was staring out at the fireflies through the open window as she steadily ran her hand down the length of Binx's back and their ethereal glow, combined with the breeze dancing around her shoulders, must've pulled her right under. Down the hall, she hears a loud thump, followed by JJ cursing as he runs into something and she giggles to herself, rolling onto her side to face the hall. He appears in the darkened doorway a minute later, rubbing his knee with a scowl on his face and she laughs louder at his quiet, venomous hiss of "fuck that fucking chair."

"Rude. It's not the chair's fault you always run into it." She teases and he shoots her a flat, unamused look before turning to glance down the hall toward John B's room, his fingers holding tight to the door frame.

"He's okay, you know. Told him to get some sleep." His head swings to face her when she speaks with soft words and even in the dark, she can see the way his tense shoulders slowly relax and his hand loosens, falling back to his side as he nods, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"And you?" He asks, his eyes never wavering from hers as he kicks his boots off and pulls his shirt over his head; the sight of his messy hair and the muscles in his arms make it a little hard for Sailor to breathe, the gentle wind she once thought of as cool now doing nothing to help calm her flushed skin when she scoots over in bed to give him room to lie down next to her. Binx looks as disgruntled as a cat can look as he loses his comfy spot and jumps down from the bed, only to immediately leap onto the windowsill and stretch out.

"What about me?"

JJ rolls over to face her, reaching one hand up to cup her injured face and runs his calloused thumb under the cut on her cheekbone. "Are you okay?"

Nodding, she shifts closer and lays her head on his outstretched arm, covering his hand with her own and effortlessly fitting her fingers into the spaces between his. "I'm fine. Even better, now."

He leans forward to rest his forehead against hers. "Good, 'cause I don't know what I'd do if you weren't."

When those pesky butterflies come raging back with a vengeance, she realizes she's fighting a battle she hopes to lose.

The sound of a conversation in the kitchen, low voices drifting through the closed door of the guest room wakes Sailor early the next morning. Sunlight filters in through the windows and she squeezes one eye shut against the painful brightness, the other still squished into JJ's shoulder. His arm is a welcome weight slung over her hip and his deep, even breaths are soft against her forehead as he sleeps on, dead to the voices down the hall. With the corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile, she smooths his fine blond hair away from his face and runs her fingers along his jawline before carefully sliding out from under his arm and quietly heading toward the kitchen.

Pulling her hair into a messy ponytail, she rounds the corner and stops short when she catches sight of the person standing by the table, her cheerful 'good morning' getting stuck on her tongue; she was expecting Pope and Kiara, not the goddamn sheriff! Shooting John B a wide-eyed look that makes him shake his head (what the fuck did that even mean?!), the redhead forces a smile and hastily offers her a wave.

"Uh, good morning, Sheriff. Sorry to interrupt, just, uh, grabbing some water."

She just nods in acknowledgement before turning her attention back to the brunet boy and Sailor breathes an inaudible sigh of relief. Holy shit, is that woman scary. She heads to the sink and keeps one ear on the conversation as she quickly fills a glass with water and pops two aspirin, the headache from last night made even worse by the addition of a whiskey hangover.

"I didn't realize you had company, John B. Wild night?" The sheriff asks and Sailor meets her friend's eyes again, her anxiety rising when she sees his thinly veiled panic. Her back to Peterkin, she silently implores him to say something, anything -hell, she even tries to subtly mime surfing with her hands to help him out- but he stays silent, so she gathers her courage, plasters a smile on her face, and twirls to face her.

"Busy day, actually. We went surfing all day after cleaning up the yard." She says, jerking her thumb toward the heap of broken branches piled by the fire pit visible through the living room window; when the sheriff turns to look, she quickly elbows John B in the side, ignoring his huff of surprise as she nods her head in her direction.

"Yeah, surfing! All day." He blurts out, sending Sailor a lukewarm glare when she quickly mouths 'what the fuck was that?' before they both straighten up and spin back to the older woman just as she turns to face them again.

"Right." Peterkin hums and arches one eyebrow as she glances back and forth between the two teenagers. "Now tell me, how'd you both get those bruises? They look pretty painful."

"Oh, this?" Sailor asks, pointing at her cheek with a casual shrug, "I tried to hang ten and bit it pretty hard. My board caught me right in the face."

Peterkin looks at her for a beat longer than normal and the redhead does her best to keep her expression neutral as her palms start to sweat. "Surfing, really? Thought you were pretty experienced in that department."

John B adds, offering some much needed back up, "Even the pros wipe out every once in awhile, you know?" He crosses his arms and leans back against the counter. "My board got me good, too."

"Yeah, it just was not our day," She says with a nervous chuckle, refilling her water and slowly starting to back out of the kitchen, pretending she doesn't see the dismayed look her friend sends her way; her anxiety can't take another second of the sheriff's piercing gaze and she needs to get away fast, lest she start recounting every single second of their activities both legal and not so legal- from yesterday in explicit detail. "And I'm still pretty tired so I'm just gonna go back to bed for a bit. Nice talking to you, Sheriff."

After disappearing around the corner before either of them can reply, she creeps down the hallway, keeping her footfalls as light as she can, and she's so focused on trying to listen in on what Peterkin's saying that she runs smack into JJ, standing in the doorway of the spare room. His arm instantly darts out to wrap around her waist and pull her close, keeping her from falling right on her butt as he says, "There you are-"

"Shhh!" Sailor hisses quietly, covering his mouth with her hand, "The damn sheriff is here!"

He mumbles something into her palm but she she holds a finger to her lips, pushing him back into the room and softly closing the door behind them before pressing her ear against it and dropping her hand from his face. He mirrors her position with a question clear as day in his wide eyes, 'what the fuck?', arm still looped around her lower back.

"She's grilling him about yesterday," She says simply, then turns her attention back to the faint voices floating through the door. The duo listens in silence, trying and failing to discern what's being said until they hear the sound of the sheriff's boots on the front porch and her squad car tires crunching through the gravel as she drives away and they exchange a worried look. JJ had it right: what the fuck, indeed.

"Holy shit, guys," John B's voice suddenly says from the hallway. The door opens before they have time to back away and it sends them sprawling to the floor in a twisted pile of limbs; the brunet boy -who'd usually find something like that hilarious- barely reacts to their position and sends them both a tense frown, his next words dropping like a damn anchor in the marsh.

"We need to go check out that Grady-White again, and fast."

Sailor groans and lets her head fall back onto the floor with a thunk. "Here we go."

let me know what you think! fun fact: ostriches actually do put their heads in the sand, but it's not because they sense danger. female ostriches bury their eggs to keep them safe from predators and they'll occasionally stick their head into the sand to check on them and give 'em a lil turn 😊

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polaris-thehunter · 4 years

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SNK 133 Key Takeaways

First of all, reading text leaks really downplays the emotional impact of every chapter. Like, oh yeah Eren calling them in the paths, etc. But it’s actually more nuanced than that. I hope by next chapter i’ll have the strength to stay away from leaks 😂

That said, I think the chapter was really good. Yams really be a genius in hurting us with just a few interactions, and even with just a transition chapter. Damn, I can’t wait to see the bombs he about to drop on us in the succeeding chapters.

Okay, so my key takeaways because SO. MUCH. TO. UNPACK. I LOVE IT. Spoilers ahead, srsly.

Armin taking charge and being confident is so hot. Sorry not sorry. 🤣

How ironic (?) that in the alliance, Pieck’s the only one wearing the SC uniform 🥺 I love her. She got frizzy hair like me so I can relate

Bert be lookin down from heaven and smiling at Reiner, Connie and Jean’s short but sweet bonding. They really be out here mending broken friendships and who knows, maybe they’ll be able to get that drink after all this 🤞🏻

Please stop hating on Levi wanting to kill Zeke. He actually makes sense, if not for the fact that we know Zeke doesn’t have anything to do with the rumbling. And did u just see how broken he is in the subsequent panels, him kneeling on the sand and all? 😭

Lemme just quote @fevversinherhair here when we were talking about Eren sending the alliance on the paths, because I cackled so much: “he just made an announcement and put them back on the plane, eren is a drama queen sending a group message confirmed lol” sorry eren but we just gotta clown you

YMIR (and kid!Eren) really be out here giving us nightmares (thanks Yams). I wonder what her role is in all of this chaos, and I know I said Eren is doing all of this in his own volition, but her recurring appearance makes me wonder about the extent of her influence on Eren’s actions.

Jean, Connie, Armin, Levi and Mikasa begging Eren to talk to them was really so fucking sad. It must be so painful for them to witness a precious friend’s descent into madness, and them acknowledging their role in it (arguable). Armin’s “we were always together, i don’t want to be further apart”, and connie saying that eren must have been grieving too over sasha’s death really had me teary eyed 😭

Everytime Mikasa cries, a puppy dies. Yams really took the time and effort to draw her devastation with what’s happening to Eren. She just wants to be by his side, and she keeps on failing at that 😭 at this point, I’m counting on her Asian and Ackerman blood because it might prove useful if Eren and Ymir tries to manipulate her. I cant wait for Eren to be dumbfounded like “what the hell?” AND NO, i still don’t like the theories of mikasa killing eren

Kiyomi and Annie’s interaction was so precious, annie be talking about eating fish probably for the rest of her days really sent me LMAO. and annie being the scary big sister to falco and gabi?! 🥺 and falbi’s “EEK!” 😂

Aruani really be winning like BAM BAM BAM every chapter. Annie is in a very interesting position right now because if she chooses to be selfless and return to the Alliance with Falbi, she’ll be rewarded with possibly seeing Armin and her father again.

Falco’s Titan being able to fly is not really a surprise, I think. I mean, he’s named Falco haha and when we first saw his Jaw Titan, his hands/feet literally looked like that of a bird, so I don’t think this is out of the blue. And wow, a flying Titan, huh? Now I got my answer from last chapter that Gabi and Falco’s narrative continues. But i also think that beast titan memory thing was a bit out of the blue.

REGRETS. So much regrets. Kiyomi regretting, even willing for the ship to sink if she can help stop the rumbling; some of the warriors’ parents regretting (i think, judging by Mr. Finger and Karina’s faces) the fates of their children 😔

The panels showing the trains remind me of the audio that was played during the final exhibition. It just made me look forward a lot more to the next chapters, but i’m also so scared and excited at the same time.

HOPE. Assuming that the blimps were other nations fighting back, it gives me hope that the alliance is not alone in stopping eren and the colossal titans. After all, humanity will continue to fight back and survive.

I think the general burnout that some in the fandom are feeling is probably because the manga is about to end, and one month is just too long waiting for the next chapter, and one chapter is JUST. NOT. ENOUGH. WE NEED. MORE, YAMS. GIVE US TWO CHAPTERS! 🤣

Done rambling. Love reading others’ thoughts too

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feverinfeveroutfic · 3 years

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chapter eight | crab society north

Billy was a bigger guy, one who dwarfed not only both Frank and Scott, but Dan and Charlie as well. The kid had shaved his head and put on a raggedy aged shirt that looked as though it was about to fall right off of his heavy body. And yet, the very second he met eyes with Sam as she stepped out of Frank's car once again, his face lit up and he showed her a little grin; he wore that shirt as if the frigid winds from Lake Ontario did not exist and it was just a regular day.

“Don't see a lot of you 'round a bunch of guys like us,” he remarked in a striking, deep voice.

“Why's that?” she asked him; she held down her dark hair against the cold upstate winds and she shivered a little bit under her coat.

“Not too sure,” he confessed with a squinting of his eyes, “well, and we don't really imagine a bunch of guys like us havin' groupies, either. But anyways—c'mon in. We're all friends here.”

The studio was small and cramped, about the size of someone's living room plus a tiny kitchen that looked to be out of a school cafeteria. A drum kit had been crammed into the far corner of the kitchen; right next to that stood a little amp about the size of a coffee can. Sam and Frank stood on the edge of the room as Charlie, Scott, Dan, and Billy congregated in the kitchen; she shut the door behind them and she caught the sound of a soft click on the inside of the wood.

“If this goes anywhere, we should let Sam I am over here have one of the first copies,” Scott suggested with a flick back of his thick dark hair.

“First copies of a record of a brand new band,” Frank remarked, and he showed her a smile and a twinkle in his dark eyes. “That's like a friendship bracelet of sorts.”

“Or a safe keep of sorts,” she added as she adjusted the strap of her purse. She held her journal underneath her other arm: she still thought about that photograph Frank and Charlie had lent her. She considered drawing it while sitting there on the far edge of the room next to Frank: indeed, there were three small brick red chairs pressed up against the wall. Billy said something from the other room and Charlie scurried into there to tend to something.

“Where's my bass,” Dan muttered.

“It's back here, Danny,” Charlie called out.

“Amazing they can fit a bunch of stuff in here,” Sam commented in a low voice.

“There's a couple of closets back there,” Frank told her with a gesture to the right side of the room. “We've got some instruments stashed in there just in the event of recording. They're kind of crappy, though.”

“Crappy li'l instruments and some cheesy little amps?” she chuckled.

“Exactly! Our label is kind of strapped for cash and other things after all.”

“Do you guys get any other bands through here?”

“Do we ever! You know that one band you kept seeing a couple of times back in Manhattan, Legacy?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“They're an example of one of them who come through here. There's a bunch down in New York City, like Danny's band plus Overkill—and I guess there's a shitload of them over in California, too. Legacy is just one of them.”

She followed his gaze to the wall on the left. There was a little flyer right in the middle of the wall with a line of spiky text reading “METALLICA” in all capital letters. Something about that name caught her attention in particular.

“You lookin' at Metallica?” Frank asked her.

“Yeah.”

“They're badass. All I know about them is they started out with a tape goin' around New York City, called No Life 'Til Leather. I'll have to share it with you at some point—it's pretty rough around the edges but it's powerful, though. They've already got two records out now.”

“Wow, really?” Sam raised her eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, Kill 'Em All and they put out Ride the Lightning just this past summer. They've gone on tour already and everything.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, they're gonna go places. They're gonna take over the world at some point.”

“And you guys are gonna be right there with them?”

“That's our hope. That's Jon's hope, too. We've started building friendships with them.”

“I hope Aurora and I can get to meet them.”

“They live over in San Francisco so we'd have to—make a few phone calls to those guys. James, Kirk, Lars, and Cliff. There was another guy with them—Dave, Dave... Mustaine, I think is his last name? Scott and Charlie both know more about him than I do. All I know is he got fired.”

“For what?”

“Drinking.”

“Must've been a lot,” she quipped.

“Eh, again, you'll have to ask the two of them about it.” The sound of distortion caught their ears, and thus Frank gestured to the chairs over on the other side of the room.

“Have a seat,” he said to her in kind fashion.

Sam took the one on the left, right underneath the Metallica flyer. He took the one right next to her which left the one on the far right vacant. They were given a view into the kitchen, where Scott and Dan had slung their guitars over their shoulders, and Charlie had disappeared into the far corner of the room to tend to the drums. There was a bit of clicking behind the left side of the doorway.

“You gonna set that thing up to record ourselves on?” Scott asked, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, it's all I can find in here,” Billy said, nonplussed. There was a blowing sound, followed by a soft muttering noise.

And then Sam realized he had found a microphone in there for himself. All she could see from him was his elbow and his right leg below the knee, but she could in fact hear him.

“I am the law! I am the law!” His voice was hoarse but strong at the same time. Nothing like Joey's operatic power, but more like a fierce snarl combined with a violent growl. There was something about his voice that entranced her: it was something different and the complete opposite of the clean lovely vocals that came out from Joey's mouth.

Their songs were strangely short, like only a few seconds: the longest one was about a minute, and they all seemed to bleed into each other.

She shuffled her feet underneath her chair.

“So noisy,” she joked to Frank.

“This is the life we chose!” he proclaimed with glee. Scott tried to say something over his own riffing; Sam could hardly hear his own words, except for a few little snippets of his sentiments.

“By the way—Dan—let me say one thing—this doesn't leave the room—not to talk about Anthrax but...”

“But what?” Dan called out to him once he rested his fingers across the fret board of his bass. Scott held onto the pick with his thumb and his index finger and strummed it all over the strings.

“That!” he declared, which coaxed a laugh out of both Billy and Charlie. Frank looked over at her with a twinkle in his eye and one hand inside of his jacket.

“Want a piece of gum?” he offered her.

“Oh, yes please!”

He took out a small pack of gum that made her think of a pack of cigarettes with its red and white lid; he popped it open and gave her a little piece. Even against the musty smell of the room, she could feel the burn of the spearmint on her nose.

“Holy—” she sputtered and coughed a couple of times.

“Yeah, it's strong,” he said, unfazed; he slipped in a piece and she was met with that fresh aroma of spearmint from him.

“Jesus—” Her eyes even began to water a bit.

“I have a little bit of a problem with halitosis,” he confessed. “I've had it for a long time.”

“Why's that?”

He shook his head. “No idea. Charlie thinks it's from genetics, but who knows, really.”

Meanwhile, every song Storm troopers of Death whipped out into the open went onto something that Billy had set up on the counter top in there. Every so often, he leaned over to adjust the thing.

“So there's Crab Society,” Dan remarked at one point as he held one finger across the second fret of his bass. Charlie twirled the drum stick in his right hand and almost let it fall onto the cymbal next to the wall; he caught it by the skin of his pinky and ring fingers and then gripped onto the bass.

“We've got time, though, Danny,” Scott assured him.

“Time for what?”

“Time to name this—thing.”

“What are they even recording on?” Sam asked Frank; he leaned over to look into the room.

“I don't really know,” he confessed in a low voice.

“We kind of are the Crab Society now,” Dan declared with a clearing of his throat: he tapped on the largest string of the bass with his first two fingers.

“Yeah, but we can't really use that name, though,” Charlie pointed out.

“True. We're—Crab Society—North? Given we're upstate and all.”

“North, south, east, and west,” Scott chuckled.

“Which of us is north, south, east, and west, though?” Charlie asked as he attempted another twirl of the drum stick.

“I'll be east,” Scott volunteered, “Danny'll be west.”

“Guess I'll be south, then,” Billy said with a sniffle and a clearing of his throat.

“Why do you get to be south?” Charlie scoffed.

“'Cause you're from the Bronx, Char,” Billy pointed out.

“So I'm north, then!”

“Exactly!”

Sam looked over at Frank and couldn't help but laugh at what she was hearing several feet away from them.

“Welcome to our world, Sam I Am,” he said with a chuckle and a lopsided smile.

“Just a bunch of guys willing to kick back for a little bit while the real thing gets taken care of,” Scott called out with a raise of those thick dark eyebrows.

There was low thump outside the door.

“There he is,” Frank quipped; he climbed to his feet. Whoever tried to come into the building jiggled the doorknob.

“Guys?” Joey's voice rang through the wood of the door.

“Hang on, Joey,” Frank called out; there was another click in the next room there. He tugged on the doorknob but the door itself wouldn't budge.

“Want some help?” Sam offered.

“Please.”

She stood to her feet and set her journal down on the chair in order to assist him: Frank lifted the doorknob itself while Sam clasped her hands onto the backs of his and gave the knob a good yank. The door flung open and Joey stumbled into the room right then: they were met with bright sunlight but a chilly gust of wind as well. His chest was right in her line of sight, but she pressed herself against the wall behind her to let him in there. He took off his mirrored sunglasses to better look at her with those big brown eyes. Stray strands of his jet black curls sprawled down his brow so she could better look into his eyes. Frank shut the door behind him and the wind settled in the room.

“Oh, hi,” he breathed out at the sight of her.

“Hi,” she returned the favor, and she held the journal up to her chest even though they were a foot apart. “How you feelin'?”

“Better—kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, it's—it's gonna be a bit before my body gets back up to right temperature. But I ain't miserable anymore, though.”

“That's good.”

“I had cannoli courtesy of my mom and my grandma,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk on his face.

“Sounds good,” she replied as she ran her hands atop the crown of her head.

“Speaking of goodness, you smell good,” he remarked with a look at her chest.

“Thank me for that!” Frank proclaimed.

“Joey!” Scott declared; he strode out of the room without the guitar over his shoulder. “How'd you know we were here?”

“My dad and I were driving past here and I was like, 'hey, there's Frankie's car,'” Joey replied as he tossed a pocket of his black curls over his shoulder.

“Were you with your dad?” Sam asked him.

“Nah, I was driving behind him. When I pulled over, he pulled over with me and I told him what was going on. I'm a big boy—I can do stuff.” He turned his head for a look over at Scott and Charlie.

“So what'd I miss?” he asked them.

“Kinda doin' our own thing for the remainder of studio time,” Scott replied. “We're callin' it Stormtroopers of Death.”

“Sounds badass and nerdy at the same time. I like it.”

“They were just putting together a demo tape,” Frank told him. “A li'l demo and then maybe something else after that if Jonny gives 'em the green light.”

“And I guess I'm going to get my paws on a first copy of it,” Sam followed up with a tone of excitement.

“Well!” Joey folded his arms across the chest. “Consider it an honor, li'l one.”

“I already do! I hope they go places with the whole thing, too.”

“We're all hard workin' boys,” Charlie declared.

“All workin' hard and then some more,” she added.

“Speaking of more,” he said with a raise of a finger. Charlie doubled back into the kitchen there for something. Billy, who was partially behind the wall, looked over his shoulder at him all the while. Charlie rummaged through the fridge in there, and then he came back with a pair of brown glass bottles of beer, one in each hand.

“Care for a drink?” he offered her, and she hesitated for a second. She was under the drinking age, but it was an offer from him and with a soft look on his round face all the while.

“Thank you,” she said with a little smile and a taking of the bottle in his right hand for herself. The glass was cold and the edges of the cap were sharp against her hand.

“Want a little bit of help?” Frank offered her.

“All I can get.”

“Here—” Charlie handed him his bottle for a second so he could pry off the cap with two fingers. That strong aroma of hops flooded out of there, and made her eyes water more than the spearmint in her piece of gum.

“You want a beer, Joey?” Scott offered.

“You know I do,” Joey chuckled, “I was wantin' Irish coffee this morning when the three of them came to get me, so you know it.”

Sam took out her piece of gum and held it between two fingers. She tipped the bottle back for a sip: the contrast of the spearmint and the hops clashed and she grimaced at the taste.

“That gum, right?” Frank laughed.

“Yeah—” Her stomach turned a bit but she persisted. Indeed, the contrast went away within mere seconds and she was able to take another sip from the mouth.

“Let's go outside for a bit,” Billy suggested.

“Yeah, it's sunny out,” Joey said as he pried off the cap from his bottle. “Kinda windy but at least the clouds've cleared out a li'l bit...” He took a hearty swig from the bottle and followed Billy and Scott out the kitchen. Meanwhile, Frank turned to Sam, who was trying to keep it down but the taste of the beer was so strong and in her face that it was hard to even bring the mouth of the bottle to her lips. He eyed the gum in her fingers.

“You wanna know a little trick?”

“For what?”

“The piece of gum. Kinda roll your fingers a bit so it turns into a little ball. It's a little hard because it's all sticky—” She tried it out regardless, and it stuck to her skin at first. “—keep going, keep going, keep going... there you go. Now put it behind your ear like Violet Beauregarde.”

“Don't forget it's there, either,” Charlie advised her as he took a swig from his bottle. “One of my sisters did that once and my mom had to cut it out with scissors.”

She tossed her hair over her head, and then she stuck the little wad of gum behind her right ear for safe keeping. It stuck to her skin and she knew she could go back to it within time.

“So we wanna go outside?” Frank asked them.

“If you wanna,” Charlie told him, “I'm actually kinda cold right now.”

“Cold, even after pounding away on those drums,” she remarked as she tilted her head to the left to keep her hair off the side of her head.

“I'm pretty sure Charlie was born with drum sticks in hand and without pores in his skin,” Frank joked, which brought an eye roll out of Charlie.

“So d'you draw something?” he asked Sam.

“I haven't been able to,” she confessed as she held the bottle closer to her chest. “I've just been so—enthralled by what was going on in here. You're a natural!”

“Me? Well, I dunno 'bout that...”

“I also don't know what I did with that picture of you guys, either.”

“I think it's out in the car,” Frank recalled, “I'll be right back.” He doubled back to the front door, which had been jammed stuck again. “Help me out here, Charlie.”

Charlie himself met up with him to lift up the door.

“Yet another thing this place needs,” he muttered as he held onto the knob with his free hand, “among other things. It's one thing when Billy gets it open, though.” The door swung open and Frank stepped outside.

Sam meanwhile, caught the sight of something out of the corner of her eye. She stood in the kitchen doorway to find a small cramped space, crammed full with Charlie's drum kit, those dusty guitars and bass, and that microphone the size of her hand, the latter of which Billy had placed on the counter top right next to a walkman. That was what they recorded the demo on. She turned her attention to the door on the other side of the room, which hung open even with the cool upstate winds. She made her way over to it to see the back of Joey's head: he had taken a seat on the back step there.

His hair was lush, and looked even more so there in the hazy afternoon sun. Sam could make out the sight of little glints of gold embedded in the curls at the back of his head. Combined with the darkness of his roots, his hair was thick and swirled like a psychedelic drawing. She imagined it being like a dense forest, a whole stretch of thick shrubs coupled with those tall slender dark trees in the dark earth. She tried to picture it soaking wet following a shower, all sweet smelling and delicate.

Joey gave his hair a toss over his shoulder, which only accentuated the coarsest of curls on his back. Sam thought of vines dangling down from tree branches.

He leaned over his slender thighs and rested his elbows on his narrow knees. She eyed his slim waist from behind there. He was almost delicate, especially since she got a better look at him there: he did not have his microphone in hand that time, and he was at an odd angle to boot.

She hung there in the doorway with her free hand on the edge of the threshold and she kept her eye on the gentle shape of his shoulder and his upper arm. The fingers of his left hand curled around his right elbow and he shivered from the incoming fog. Joey bowed his head a bit and she could make out the shape of the bottle in his hand.

“Sam?” Charlie called out. She returned to the main room to find him with the photograph in hand.

“Ah! Thank you!” She took the photograph for herself and crossed the floor to the chairs. She tucked the photograph into her journal and returned to them.

“Not really the best place for drawing, though, from what I can see,” Frank pointed out.

“Yeah, talk about uncomfortable,” Charlie nodded his head. “By the way, Frankie and I were just talking a little bit out there—if Stormtroopers of Death go anywhere, we oughtta give you something to do, seeing as you sat in with us on the recording process. The whole entire hour and whatnot.”

“Oh, wow, I wouldn't know the first thing of what to do,” she confessed as she took another sip of beer. A little better that time: the hoppy taste wasn't so pungent and in her face, but it still hit her tongue more than the spearmint.

“You could sit in with us on tour dates for Anthrax and Storm troopers.”

“How does one open for themselves?” she asked him.

“You've—got to be on top of it all?” Charlie raised an eyebrow at that. “One state of mind versus the other, I s'pose. Something we'd have to figure out. And it can be something to show your school counselors, too!”

Scott burst out laughing right then and Billy said something.

“Hey, Frankie!” Joey called out from the kitchen doorway.

“What's up?” Frank hurried in there to see what was the matter. Charlie returned to her.

“By the way, Joey was right—it is nice outside. Kinda chilly but not a cloud in the sky now. Wanna take a walk?”

“I'd love to take a walk,” she said, and without another word, the two of them filed out of there into the bright, crisp afternoon: the sun was beginning to hang low over the horizon before them. He walked at a slow pace so they could be side by side on the little dirt pathway along the side of the street. Lucky for her, the wind kept her hair on the side of her head, thus off of the piece of gum behind her ear. Charlie pushed a thick lock of his own hair off of his face in the meantime.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked her at one point.

“Um—sure? Is it important?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Okay.”

He then cleared his throat, but he never said anything after that. They reached a curve in the road, one lined with a series of tall trees that blocked out some of the more intense of the winds.

“Sam, we've only known each other for a little more than a week, but I feel like I've known you for years,” he confessed at a quick clip.

“It's funny, I—feel the same way about you, too.” She turned her head to look at him; the orange light from the late afternoon sun washed over the side of his face.

A gust of cold wind sent a chill down her spine, and he inched closer to her.

“I mean, think about it,” he started again. “We're both artists. Artists look out for each other and stick together. It only makes sense that we officially call ourselves friends for each other.”

Sam had no idea if it was the alcohol talking or the fact that she came to New York with a fresh new slate and it all started happening so fast, but her head began to spin a little bit from the feeling. She even had to stop in her tracks to gather herself.

“You alright?”

“I'm a little bit dizzy—this is all starting to feel like a dream.”

“I assure you it's the real thing.”

She lifted her gaze to his face, partially obscured in shadow courtesy of the sun: the light made it seem as though he had a halo around the crown of his head. She had a friend in Aurora and now, a friend in Charlie.

“Friends forever,” she said with a raise of her bottle.

“Friends forever,” he replied and he brought his bottle to his for a toast. The bottles made a clink noise and they took a drink in unison: she took another sip compared to his hearty swig. “I'm sure Frankie'd wanna join in on that, too. And I think it’s just the heat of the moment, but I really wanna watch you draw now.”

#fever in fever out #fever in fever out fanfic #chapter 8 #fanfic #fanfiction #anthrax fanfic #anthrax #stormtroopers of death #charlie benante #frank bello #scott ian #billy milano #joey belladonna #new chapter #also on ao3 #ao3 fic #writing #text

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splendidshinobi · 3 years

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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST 2003 LIVE REACT: EPISODES 21-25

almost halfway done lads how we feelin'

episode 21: the red glow

ah yes barry

"i'm alphonse elric!!!!!" yes u r baby!!!

who just popped over the wall

scar im assuming

"i kill therefore i am".....barry spouting descartes rn

it was scar haha

hi greed

thought i saw you earlier

WHY DID THEY DRAW HIS ARMS THAT LONG

ope he found the chimera crew...

jerry jewell's evil laugh gets me every time lmao he's so great

ed has deep philosophical talks bro

also ed is chaotic but his personal morals are unshakeable

who are these prison guards gonna release

oh hey kimblee

oh hey squad

ed take out ur pokeball

um wth is that

OH MY GOD TUCKER WHAT

I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIANT YODA OR A SWAMP MONSTER

he looks FUCKKEDDDD

bro of all the things i was not expecting him

oof ishval flashbacks

young scar why is your hair brown

why is it white now

WHY IS HE NAKED

whos her

lust 1.0 im assuming

ew omg tucker is literally so fuckin nasty lookin idk

idk why but he's worse than rod reiss titan for me

wait a damn minute

wait a damn fucking minute

goddamnit

what is GOIN ON

i need tucker to stop whispering he sounds like fucking voldemort on the back of quirrells head

jesus

episode 22: created human

hughes' pajamas look like armin's futon from aot junior high

the bad place???? was that greed's prison gluttony was lookin at?

im still shook af over tucker and tbh its been like 24 hours since i watched episode 21

STOP WHISPERING TUCKER

driving me up a wall

my poor son looks so tired :(

those moral principles at it again

bradley.......

ewww the way tucker walks STOP

hi envy!!!!!

so all of those prisoner guys gonna get flattened by some alchemy

hey kimblee!!!

so did greed escape with the homies???? cause i feel like he would have made his presence known already....

i feel like im missing a lot because im a ding dong

musty prison kimblee is kinda...hot....physically speaking..oops..personality wise obviously there's MUCH to work on

so envy knows hohenheim

ED BABY

he won't do it

oh no alphonse

oh god memory implants

al's identity crisis CONTINUES

they wanna become humans??? huh....doesnt really make sense for their characters...(maybe envy but more on that at 11)

is ed gonna kill these guys for al

some1!!!!!! hold!!!!! me!!!! im so stressed

is he pretending to do it and he's got another plan up his sleeve!!!!????

honestly he's so depressed i cant even tell

those unshakable moral principles at work again i see

the red water can turn ed into a god???? wtf ed doesnt want to be a god he wants to punch god

oh theres the greed squad! i found them!!! is kimblee joining up with them

maria girly!!!!!!!

THE HOMUNCULI IN THEIR STUPID UNIFORMS I--

who's the lady. i need 2 know.

episode 23: fullmetal heart

alphonse is destroyed again

poor kid

"edward sir" brosh pls!!!

oh excuse me--- ***Bloch

The Ross Slap™

winry <3

pinako takes no prisoners

ed didnt you JUST tell brosh and ross they might be right that you needed to trust adults with more shit and now youre blowing off hughes

ed's DRAWINGS im-

hi sig hi izumi!!!

al is so sad over there in that corner

poor baby son

sometimes i feel like hughes and mustang are ed and al's divorced dads

the little arakawa avatar cows in the back im CRYING!!!!!!!

“bean”

snappy al

ooffffffff

omg hughes plz

elicia is precious though we love her

"dad's friend the bookworm" omg sheska

awwww gracia made edward a cake!!!!!!!

god catch me cryin in the club

CONGRATULATIONS

"whatever" al im crying he's so sad

AL MADE BROSH OR WHOEVER CARRY HIS DESTROYED ARMOR TO THE ROOF IM ACTUALLY YELLING

"you goof"

yes winry you are correct boy is a goof

sir you are being so dramatic

give that baby a hug

"so called brother"

so we all know that was a knife through the heart for ed

al just jumped off a FUCKING ROOF and ED TRIED TO FOLLOW

so im crying

i liked this better when they HAD A CONVERSATION ABOUT AL'S FEARS AND MADE THE FUCK UP

episode 24: bonding memories

guess we're gonna play w my emotions again

sometimes like....one bit characters talk...like villager b ya know? and im like who are you i know that voice

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again

and barry for some reason

aww poor al

youre real you are!!!!!!

i just feel like people would know people that wear sunglasses in the rain would be ishvalan

but what do i know

obviously they dont have the white hair thing in this version

poor ed is so sad

these boys need a hug

let me just *pulls out adoption papers*

well if scar doesnt have queen mei to adopt in 03, he’s got this little toothless boy

dont lie al you do care

ew i dont like her

the drama of this boy

so the nasty military has come to ruin some lives again part 2

apparently they are *mercenaries??? excuse me

i have some questions regarding this kid’s mom

well you know i can see why this kid feels this way about his mom

it does look like she ran off...

al and scar dream team up

HEY ED!!! HEY WINRY!!!

bout time

yall gonna have this talk now????

barry STOPPPPPP

brotherhood barry is the true king there i said it

damn scar you baddie

barry like....you already knew him

anyway

WHAT THE HELL

NO RICKKK!!!!!!

someone save this boy!!!!

oh good his mom “saved” him

ah damn thats pretty tragic

she didnt know they were right in front of her

well my questions were answered

so she attacks with grape fanta. thats one way to do it

ed looks like such an angry gremlin right now this is a heartwarming moment sir please

why are ed and scar being so civil right now this is so weird

bye scar

we’ll see him again

see you later scar

episode 25: words of farewell

maes who let you buy that awful pink suit

gracia please it better not have been you

mustang ew please

dont open the door lookin like that

what the hell are you doing in here

so hughes WASNT in ishval here?

i think that takes a lot away from his character but anyway

bradley hangs around like a creep at every possible instant

why would bradley care about ishvalan refugees like hughes cmon

“unspeakable crimes” BRADLEY YOU LITERALLY CANNOT TALK

juliet douglas is this lady’s name

only took me 1000 episodes to figure that out

ED AND AL??? NOT DEALING WITH DANGEROUS THINGS??????? dont make me laugh assholes theyre lying thru their teeth

izumi time lets go

wow we’re still going to rush valley? wasnt really expecting that tbh

elicia i LOVE you!!!!!

ew kimblee “hi”

how did he lightning himself like that

if i were ishvalan i would not go to the south....yet ANOTHER war torn region of amestris but ok

okay

an amestrian desert biker gang rolled up to wreak havoc

HUGHES AHAHAHA

tbh i wouldnt want to tell roy anything either stupid bitch

anyway

um why do i feel like its hughes’ death episode

he would not be shown tucking elicia in to bed otherwise

please im not ready to be hurt again

oh no

yeah he just learned something about our girl juliet

ive been waiting for this information

he’s gonna die before we learn anything helpful

yupppppp

hey lust figured you’d show up sooner or later

i too wish i could look that sexy pulling a kunai out of my forehead

SLOTH????????

did girly just say SLOTH

i- nothing about her seems particularly slothy but ok

u know what!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENVY HEYYY

DUMBASS ROY JUST HAAAAAD TO LEAVE

haha famous last words

oof it hurts every time

not the FUNERAL scene no!

time for me to go

peace out homies im dead inside

yes my brigadier general

NOT THE RAIN

COME ONNNNNN

hughes is sneezing six feet under

was ed supposed to be looking at hughes’ ghost

um....right

#carol watches fma03 #carol's remaining brain cells #fullmetal alchemist #fma 03 #zoo wee freaking mama #thoughts i have THOUGHTS

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jedi-mabari · 4 years

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Greene Acre Chapter 4

Word Count:1852 Warnings:Genre typical violence. A/N: Wow, 9 months is way to long, but I finally got the 4th chapter done, and boy howdy am I excited about this one. Hope y’all like it! I’m tagging @dreaming-about-the-dead because I know your love for Black Belle knows no bounds

Summary:After putting Ashley to bed, Black Belle returned to the saloon, and sure enough, trouble rolls in. _________________________________________________________

“-but by the time I got there, the son of a bitch had up and died of cholera,” Belle explained, getting a sympathetic nod from Franklin.

“That’s just piss luck,” he said, wiping out the inside of a glass. “At least he isn’t out there tryin’ to kill ya.” Belle laughed and took a drink from the whiskey in her hand.

“I shoulda killed him back when he first turned,” she said, half a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. Belle sat in contemplative silence as Franklin did his job, but he slowly made his way back to her.

“You got anyone left in the gang?” Bella laughed and shook her head.

“Naw. They’re all in the wind. Ain’t seen any of my boys in near on a year now.” Franklin nodded and leaned against the bar.

“But now you got the kid,” he said, and Belle nodded.

“Yeah. She’s a good kid. Knows how to handle a gun, good with Ol’ Jake. Seems to have a good head on her shoulders.” Franklin nodded and smiled. He opened his mouth to speak when the swinging door burst open, and a young man with greasy brown hair stepped in, out of breath and looking panicked.

“Franklin,” he said, his eyes finding the burly bartender with ease, “it’s the law. And there’s a lot of ‘em.” Franklin grabbed the shotgun behind the bar and shared a look with Belle.

“Everybody remain calm! They ain’t got a reason to raid Clearwater, so let’s not give ‘em a reason.” Franklin stepped out from behind the bar and Belle grabbed his arm.

“Do you want me to back you up,” she asked, her other hand hovering over her revolver. Franklin smiled and looked her up and down and shook his head.

“No offence, Ms. Colter, but you are wanted in seven different states, so, I doubt you bein’ there would actually help me.” Belle smiled and let go of his arm.

“If you need back up, just call out,” she said, and Franklin nodded. He walked out of the doors, shotgun ready as he prepared to greet the lawmen, and Belle slipped through the crowd, taking up position by the window to keep an eye on her long time friend.

A large group rode up on horseback. Belle could count twenty, but there were sure to be more throughout the town. The man in front had his rifle laid across his lap, a smirk hidden underneath an overly large mustache. He leaned forward in his saddle, resting his arm on the saddle horn.

“Good evenin’, Mr. Boyd,” the lawman said loud enough that everyone inside the saloon could hear him.

“Mr. Faulkner,” Franklin said, his voice matching volume with the lawman. “What calls you down to Clearwater this fine night?”

“We’re lookin’ for a fugitive from the law.” Belle grabbed her revolver and pulled it from its holster. She didn’t know if they were talking about her, but she wouldn’t be going down without a fight.

“Anyone in particular, or are you just fishin’,” Franklin asked, and Mr. Faulkner chuckled.

“I have always admired your sense of humor, Franklin,” he said, removing his hat to run his hand through his thick, grey hair. “We’re looking for a young man, one Christopher Jones. He’s wanted for the murder of a young lady up in Gangridge.” He rifled around in his saddlebag and pulled out a folded scrap of paper. He extended his hand out to Franklin, he cautiously took the paper. He unfolded it and took in the drawing on the page. He shrugged and passed the page back to Mr. Faulkner.

“I’m sorry, if he’s been through Clearwater, I haven’t seen him.” Mr. Faulkner chuckled and took the paper back, tucking it away again.

“And of course you’re gonna see everyone that slips through your town.” Franklin glared at the lawman and shrugged.

“Yes. I am.” Mr. Faulkner sat up again and shook his head.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll have a look around myself.” Franklin cocked his shotgun and shook his head.

“I do mind,” he said, taking a protective stance on the boardwalk in front of the saloon. “I’m going to have to ask you to take your posse and leave.” Mr. Faulkner shook his head, and Belle saw the corner of his mouth fall, and his expression darkened.

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Boyd?” Franklin’s only answer was to raise the shotgun. Mr. Faulkner shook his head and grabbed his rifle. “I’m not leaving this town without Mr. Jones.” He glanced behind Franklin, and Belle felt their eyes meet, and his mouth twisted into a wicked smile, though his expression remained dark. “Or someone of greater value.” Franklin followed Mr. Faulkner’s gaze, and spotted Belle in the window.

A shot rang out, and Belle dropped low to the ground. The window above her shattered, and she moved away from the glass. The saloon was chaos, people running around, flipping tables for cover. Belle snuck behind the bar, careful to keep low so as not to get hit by flying bullets. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar and the rag Franklin had been using the clean glasses. She ripped the cloth and shoved a strip into the bottle, tipping it upside down to soak the wick in alcohol.

“Franklin, get your ass in here,” she shouted just as he stepped backwards through the door. He was staggering, but managed to make his way to the bar, crawling over it to take cover.

“What do you need,” he asked as Belle shoved the makeshift explosion into his hand. She looked him over, her hands patting down his arms and chest, checking for bullet wounds. As her hand passed over his ribs, he let out a groan.

“What the hell, Franklin,” she said, pressing her hand down to try and keep the blood inside of him. He chuckled lightly and pushed her hand away, digging into his pocket.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Colter,” he said, “you well know that I’ve had worse.” Belle gave him a look and he shrugged. “You need to get you and that girl out of here. Faulkner’s a son of a bitch, but eventually he’ll get bored. But not so long as you’re here.” Belle nodded and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna need a-” Before Belle could finish her thought, Franklin pulled a matchbox out of his pocket and pulled out a match. He lit the wick of the molotov cocktail Belle had placed in his hand and stood, hurling it out of the broken window. He knelt back down next to Belle, clutching his ribs where he was bleeding.

“That’ll buy you enough time to slip out the back. The door lets out into the back alley. You get that girl, and you two get out of here as fast as you can. Hopefully, we’ll be able to keep these assholes distracted long enough for you to slip out of town.” Belle handed him another bottle and nodded.

“Don’t get yourself killed,” Belle demanded. “Otherwise I won’t have a place to get free whiskey.” They both laughed, and Franklin took Belle’s hand in his, holding it firm.

“Good luck, Ms. Colter,” he said, releasing her hand. She waited for him to throw the second molotov cocktail before she ran for the backdoor, keeping low to the ground. She checked the back alley before slipping out into the darkness. She waited to see if she could hear anyone in the alley over the gunfire from the street. She slipped down to the hotel, climbing the back steps to the top floor. She ran down the hall, bursting into the room where she had left Ashley to sleep off the whiskey.

Belle stopped when she saw the empty bed and Ashley’s shoes on the floor. She looked around the room quickly, letting out a frustrated noise when she couldn’t find Ashley. Belle quickly grabbed the bags and Ashley’s shoes. She hoped the girl had enough sense in her head to go to the stables and avoid the mess in the street, but the uneasy feeling in her gut had her on edge. Belle ran back down the backstairs and hurried down the back alley. She stopped when a man stepped around the corner, his revolver drawn and aiming at Belle.

She caught the glint off the badge on his chest from the lamp that hung off the wall of the last building of the row. She saw him smirk and, without thinking, she threw Ashley’s shoe at him, knocking him in the head. The deputy staggered back and Belle threw Ashley’s other shoe at him just as he steadied himself. With her hand free, she pulled her revolver out and shot at him. She watched him drop and ran for the stables.

The stable’s lights were on, and Belle took that as a good sign. She looked over her shoulder, and luckily, the fight was still going on, giving her the cover she would need to slip away unnoticed. As she slipped into the stables, she ducked just as a rake swung towards her head. She turned and caught the rake, ripping it out of the assailants hands, pulling it back to attack in turn.

She stopped when the stable boy raised his hands to defend himself, but he didn’t cower or try to run. It wasn’t until Belle realized he didn’t actually pose a threat that she realized her was standing protectively in front of Ashley. Belle dropped the rake and walked over to Ol’ Jake.

“Saddle up, Miss Gallagher,” Belle ordered, and Ashley poked her head over the young man’s shoulder.

“What’s going on out there, Ms. Belle,” she asked, and Belle laughed as she threw their bags over the horse, tying them down.

“I owe you $100, kid,” Belle said, stepping into her saddle. Ashley looked between Belle and the young man, but it only took her a moment to get to Chinook. She climbed on, and waved for the young man to follow. Belle held her hand up to him as he stepped towards them.

“I’m sorry, but we have enough liabilities,” she said, and the young man swallowed hard.

“I can pull my weight,” he promised. “I’m excellent with horses and can hold my own in a fight. I promise I won’t be a burden ma’am.” Belle looked out of the stable doors, taking a deep breath and thinking it over. Belle turned to the young man and nodded once.

“Well come on, I don’t got all night,” she said, and the young man grabbed a small sack and quickly jumped onto Ashley’s horse. Belle and Ol’ Jake stepped out of the barn first, careful to make sure it was safe for them to leave. Chinook carefully followed Ol’ Jake and the three of them set off into the night, the glow from the fires behind them lighting the sky. The three of them headed south, with Belle throwing glances behind them to make sure they weren’t being followed.

#red dead redemption fanfiction #RDR2 imagines #Black Belle Colter #Black Belle #Ashley Gallagher #Greene Acre #Jedimabari writes

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 030 [Scavenger Hunt]

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〈“So we’ll keep on starting the fire, thinking we’ll smoke out the liars. We don’t give up when we’re tired, that isn’t the way that I’m wired. Someday, we’re gonna rule the world.” Zayde Wolf, “Rule the World (Generdyn Remix)”〉

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“Hey, kid!” Shimatsu grinned as I approached. “You were awesome in the cavalry battle!”

“Thanks,” I smiled softly. “Can I get three?”

“Coming right up!”

I glanced around at the spectators, chatting excitedly about the first two events of the sports fest. Several pro heroes were stationed around the stadium, keeping an eye out on the off chance some villain was dumb enough to try attacking. I spotted the chick from earlier, making a face at one of the food stall guys to get free food while the Woodsman scolded her for doing so.

Heroes… what does that word even mean, really? From what I remember from the TV shows and movies back home, the definition of a hero is someone that saves or helps others without ulterior motives and without personal gain. But in this world, being a hero is a job, one that young people across the globe aspire to have. People want to go pro for the fame, the fortune, and the power… If you have the title of hero, you can basically do whatever you want if Endeavor is anything to go by.

I wonder… why did my mother become a hero? Surely she got paid a lot more being a villain, so it couldn’t have been about money. She was already famous as an assassin, too. Was it the power she wanted? That doesn’t make sense, either. The world of villains makes it ten times easier to gain power because there are no rules or laws. What was her reasoning for changing her life? Did she have a dream? A goal she could only accomplish as a hero? I wish… I wish I could ask her.

“Kid?”

I snapped my attention back to the old man.

He wasn’t smiling, his brow furrowed. “Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

I took the box from his hand, staring down at the individually wrapped tacos. “Nah, I don’t think I am. But… I will be. So don’t worry.” I grinned at him. “Thanks for the food, Ojin.”

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“Get those foam fingers in the air, it’s almost time for the last round! But before that, good news for everyone that didn’t make the finals – since this is a sports festival, we’ve prepared some super fun side games everyone can participate in! We even brought in cheerleaders from America to get your blood pumping! Hold up…”

“What are they doing…”

“Looks like class 1-A is going full-on fanservice!!”

The fuck is that cockatiel going on about now? I glanced around, my eyes landing on my female classmates. Uhh, why the fuck are they cosplaying as cheerleaders? Ain’t our class getting enough attention already? Sparky and Mineta look awfully happy about this… I swear if they are responsible.

“What?! You tricked us?!” Momo cried, glaring at the two boys. “You’re gonna regret this!!” Fucking called it. I sighed, approaching Momo as she sunk to her knees. “Why is that I always end up falling for that little pervert’s stupid schemes? I even used my quirk to make these outfits…”

I scratched my cheek. “Haven’t you learned not to believe anything those two dopes say? You’re too naive, Momo, and they keep exploiting that.”

“Ugh!” Punk threw her pom-poms down, face completely red. “I hate those guys!”

“Well, we go have a little time before the finals start and I kinda like these uniforms, so~” Invisigirl started frantically waving her pom-poms and I could hear the smile in her voice. “How about we just roll with it?!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“Wow, Toru, you’ve got skills.”

Momo glanced up at me with a defeated expression. “I tried looking for you to let you know. I was worried that you might get into trouble for not participating, but now I’m glad I wasn’t able to…”

“I would’ve happily gotten in trouble,” I deadpanned. “I would die before wearing that shit.”

“R-Right…”

I smiled, patting her on the head. “Thanks for lookin’ out, though, Momo.”

She smiled back, nodding her head.

I turned toward the two boys, who were too busy watching Toru as she jumped around to notice my advancing toward them. I grabbed both of them by the back of the neck and slammed their faces together. They cried out in pain, wiggling in my grasp, but my hands started to heat up and they stilled, not wanting to get burnt. I smiled brightly, my voice low. “The next time you fuckers mess with the girls, I’ll give you a taste of pure hell, mkay?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!” They cried as I threw them to the side, scurrying away with their tails between their legs. Fuckin’ idiots. I felt a tug on the back of my shirt and I turned around, raising a brow at Punk.

She shifted, her face still red in embarrassment. “Thanks for that.”

I hummed. “No problem. Sorry about that day in the locker room, I was kind of a dick to you.”

She smiled, “It’s no big deal. Water under the bridge.”

I scratched my cheek, a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek. “So, uh, what’s your name again?”

She sweatdropped. “You’re just like Bakugo, jeez. Kyoka Jirou.”

We shook hands, exchanging a grin. Huh, maybe this socializing shit ain’t as bad as I thought it was.

“Have fun competing in these side games, everyone! After they’re over, the twenty students from the top five teams will be duking it out one-on-one in a tournament-style fighting competition! I promise you’re not going to want to miss these match-ups!”

You’ve got to be kidding me. First, we gotta run around like chickens with our heads cut off, then we gotta work together and socialize, now we gotta beat the shit out of each other? Maybe I shouldn’t have dissed the idea of playing a game of golf…

“Ah, yeah! Finally getting a chance to show what we’re made of!” Kiri grinned brightly. “I watch these finals every year and now I’m actually in them!”

“So wait, is it always a tournament?” Alien asked curiously, bringing her finger to her chin.

“The final’s always a one-on-one competition, but they switch it up every time.” Flex Tape answered. “Last year, it was a foam sword-fighting match.”

I started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Kiri asked in confusion.

“I just… I pictured hitting Bakugo with a foam sword on the head…”

He paused, lifting his head as he imagined it. Then he started to laugh with me.

“Come closer and draw lots to see who you’re up again!” Midnight announced. “And then enjoy the pleasure of the recreation games before we start. The twenty finalists have the option of participating in these activities or sitting out to prepare for battle. I’m sure you all want to conserve your stamina. I’ll start with the first-place team.”

“Um, excuse me…” Tail raised his hand in the air, looking sad. “Sorry, but I’m withdrawing.”

“Ojirou, no way…”

“But this is a rare chance for you to get scouted!”

“It just wouldn’t be right,” he responded. “I barely remember anything from the cavalry battle until the very end of it. I… think it was that guy’s quirk.”

I scratched my cheek thoughtfully, closing my eyes. Who was he partners with again? I don’t even remember seeing him once during the battle.

“I know this is a great opportunity,” he continued. “I wish I could take advantage of it but my conscious won’t let me.”

“Just think about this,” Izuku spoke softly.

“I have, okay?!” Ojirou’s brow furrowed as he held up his fist. “Everyone gave their all in round two, but I was just someone’s puppet. No way. I don’t want to advance if I don’t even know how I got here. It wouldn’t fair.”

“You’re making way too much of this!” Toru said cheerfully. “Just kill it in the finals and prove you should be here!”

“Yeah, what she said!” Alien added. “I didn’t do much in the battle, either.”

“That’s not it!” He covered his face with his hand. “I’m talking about my pride here. I refuse to give that up!”

Ah, men and their pride.

“Also… why are all the girls except for Winchester dressed like cheerleaders?”

“Because Mineta and Sparky are perverted dipshits,” I answered.

“Right…”

“Nirengeki Shoda from class 1-B,” A short boy with soft blue hair stepped forward. “I think I should withdraw for the exact same reason. Regardless of how strong I am, this isn’t how I wanted to get here! It would go against the values of the festival to advance without earning my spot!”

“Listen to these guys, they’re so manly!” Kirishima cried, making me sweatdrop and pat his back.

“Well now, here’s another weird turn of events.”

“We’ll have to see what Midnight has to say about all this, she’s the one in charge.”

Because letting the R-Rated hero be in charge sounds like a banger of a plan. What could possibly go wrong.

“This sort of talk is incredibly naive, my dear boys. That turns me on!”

“What the fuck, man.” I groaned, smacking my forehead. Thinking of Midnight being turned on is the last fucking thing I want burned into my skull.

“Shoda! Ojirou! You’re both withdrawn! Now, let’s see… We’ll move four students from the sixth place cavalry team so we have enough contestants.”

The orange-haired girl from class B spoke up. “We were frozen most of the time. Honestly, we barely did anything in the cavalry battle. Isn’t that right, girls?” She looked at the three standing on either side of her, who nodded in agreement. “You should choose from the group that kept fighting the whole time – team Tetsutetsu.”

“Kendo!” The silverette spoke up, surprise lacing his voice.

She smiled. “I’m not doing this as a favor. It’s just fair.”

“Seriously, you guys… thank you!!”

“And so, Tetsutetsu, Shiozaki, Honenuki, and Reggian have advanced to the finals. Take a look at the bracket, my dears! These are your opponents!”

Let’s see, I’m fighting some bitch named Regina Reggian? The fuck kinda name is that, fam? That’s almost as bad as Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu…

“Hey, you’re Winchester, right?”

I glanced over my shoulder to see the black-haired guy with the air chain. “Depends on who’s askin’.”

“I’m your opponent,” he grinned. “The names Regina Reggian, but you can just call me Red.”

“Isn’t Regina a chick’s name?”

He sweatdropped, rubbing the back of his head. “Ah, well, my creator thought it would be funny. Pretty sure they hate me.”

“Right…” This bitch is definitely nuts.

“Listen up!” He pointed his finger in my face, pink eyes flashing as he grinned. “I’m gonna beat your ass like Jotarou beat Dio!”

“I don’t know who either of those people are, bro.”

“Whack.”

“Okay! Let’s press pause for a momentary interlude! Before the battles begin, it’s time for some pulse-pounding side games! First, how about a scavenger hunt?!”

Cards were handed out to those wanting to participate.

I flipped mine over and my eye twitched. Where the fuck am I supposed to find this shit? I glanced around the field, eyes stopping on Bakugo who was leaning against the wall looking pissed off at the world. Oh… Well, then.

I grinned as I approached him. “Oi, Bakuhoe. I need you for somethin’.”

“Huh? What for – What the fuck are you doing, bitch?!”

I ignored his protests as I threw my arm around his upper thighs and hoisted him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Fuck, you’re heavier than I thought. Go on a diet.”

“Fuck you!” He smacked the back of my head. “Put me down or I’ll kill you!”

“Quit squirming, you fuck.” I scowled, coming to a stop in front of Midnight and dropping him onto his ass, holding out my card that read ‘犬 Dog’.

“I’m not a fucking dog!!” Bakugo screamed.

I scoffed. “You sure fucking yap like one, chihuahua.”

“Die!!”

Midnight smacked the top of my head with her whip. “Denied!”

“Che, that ain’t fair, Midnight!” I scowled. “Where the fuck am I supposed to find a dog, huh? Am I fucking game to you?” I pointed at Bakugo’s face. “This is the closest fucking thing to a dog in this stadium! I demand a different card.”

“Denied!”

“Son of a -”

Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets, glaring at the side of my head. “Instead of doing this stupid shit, you should be getting ready for your match! I won’t fucking forgive you if you lose to anyone but me!”

“Yeah, yeah, whateva.” I sighed, deeply, turning and walking away from them. I was a few feet away when I heard a high-pitched voice.

“Hey! Miss!”

I glanced up at the stands, seeing a young boy about nine or ten leaning over the railing and waving frantically. “Uhh…”

“Catch me, ‘kay?”

“Wait, what, OI -!” He jumped over the railing, making the nearby spectators cry out and try to grab him. His aim was pretty on point, not gonna lie. His body slammed against mine and I lost my balance, falling back onto my ass with him in my lap. “What the fuck were you thinkin’, huh? You coulda got seriously hurt, kid!”

He grinned brightly, showing off a gap where he was missing a top tooth. “I had faith that you’d catch me, big sis!”

Sis? What, is he a fan of James Charles or somethin’? “You shouldn’t be down here, your parents are gonna be mad.”

“Mom’s at work and dad left us when I was three.”

I sweatdropped. “Who brought you here, then?”

“My big brother! But he’s too busy getting rejected by Mt. Lady!” He giggled.

“For fuck’s sake,” I slapped my forehead. He giggled again and I narrowed my eyes. “Do not repeat anything I say. Clear?”

“Kay~” He grinned. “You need a dog for the scavenger hunt, right?”

“Yeah.”

His body started to shift in my arms, getting a bit smaller as his skin and clothes were replaced by fur. The boy was now a dog, his legs and belly white while the rest of him was a soft orange. Now, I’m not a dog person at all, but he’s pretty fucking adorable. What is that, a corgi?

He licked my cheek, making my eye twitch in annoyance. “Sorry, I can only talk to people I’ve licked!”

“…alrighty then.” I returned to Midnight, holding the kid up like I was holding Simba.

She raised a brow but didn’t question where I had gotten him from. “Approved!”

“Dope.” I brought him back to my chest. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Riku Reigen!”

“Alright, Riku. Let’s find that idiot brother of yours.”

He tilted his doggy head to the side, ears flicking. “But what about the other events, big sis? You’re gonna miss them!”

I shrugged. “I was only doing it because it was easy and I had nothing else to do. Plus, I’m in the finals so I don’t have to participate.”

“Okay, if you’re sure!” He barked happily. “Let’s go~!”

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Electric River - Part One

Pairing: Rami Malek x OC

Summary: Vic is in a band. Not the most famous band, but you could hardly tell by the way she acts. She gives no one the time of day, and her band is her family. She loves her life, and the rush of performing, but she meets someone who may change the way she sees the world.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol

A/N: So I had this idea awhile ago and have finally got around to writing it. If it doesn’t do well then I won’t continue it. If you like it let me know because I love feedback! Enjoy!

Victoria stood in front of the mirror studying her outfit. She turned every which way, checking every bit. The tight black long sleeve shirt she wore made her look sleek and enticing in a way she loved. The jeans she wore were just as tight and just as black, and she wondered if it was too much black. Preposterous. She ruffled up her short, choppy hair and smirked in the mirror at herself.

“Vic! Come on, we’re on in five!” Alex, her guitarist called from the doorway of the very small dressing room.

Vic was in a band. It wasn’t a very well known band, but it fueled the fire that burned inside her. The need to be loved, to hold a room at attention, to feel the hot desire coming from the crowd as she strutted around on stage. They wanted her, wanted to be her, and she couldn’t get enough of it. But of course that only took over when she grabbed hold of that mic stand and the lights came on, all focused on her.

She had known Alex for almost five years now. They had started the band together in high school and wrote songs together. It didn’t take long for the two of them to realize that Vic was going to be the singer. She had the perfect alto range to sing the kind of music they wanted to make, and as for Alex, the things she could do with that guitar were ground breaking.

A few years later they found Audrey, who would become their bassist and keyboardist, and James, who would become the drummer. They were now known as Electric River, and had officially been playing together for about three years and things were going pretty well. They mostly played at local bars and clubs and sometimes festivals, but when they did the room was theirs. As soon as Vic stepped onto the stage it was as if she’d hypnotized the whole room, and they couldn’t look away. They would sway with the music like it was a profound religious experience, reaching their hands up towards the sky.

Vic took one more look in the mirror.

“Go get ‘em, baby.” she said out loud to herself, and jogged out of the room.

The band stood to the side of the stage and waited for their name to be announced. Everyone was filled with adrenaline already. Alex kept cracking her knuckles, Audrey had her fingers laced together behind her head, James was shaking out his arms vigorously, and Vic jumped up and down in place.

“Wow, Vic you could be a tambourine with all those fucking necklaces.” James laughed and she flipped him off, flashing a wide grin.

Suddenly the sound of someone tapping a mic could be heard. “Hello? Alright everyone we have some live music for you tonight by a local band called Electric River! Let’s welcome them onto the stage!” Everyone clapped and cheered.

Alex ran out first, then Audrey, then James. Vic stayed behind as the lights all went out. She slowly stepped up onto the stage. That was when James came in with a heavy drum beat and Audrey followed with an almost xylophone like tune on the keyboard, her bass hanging from her body. The lights brightened slightly into a deep blue and Vic stalked up to the mic stand like a predator to it’s prey. Just before she began to sing, Alex came in with her guitar and just like that, the hypnosis began.

The music was heavy and deep, the lights were dark and eerie, and a thin fog filled the room. Vic grabbed hold of the mic stand with passion and leaned into it. Her hips moved perfectly with the beat James was laying out and her eyes closed as her head rolled back. Her head came forward again and her eyes opened slowly, meeting with a strangers in the crowd.

He had dark curly hair and a set of eyes that could melt even the coldest heart. He watched her as the lyrics fell from her lips effortlessly.

When Vic performed she never really focused on any one person for too long. She may have exuded an enormous amount of confidence, but deep down anxiety had a hold on her. But tonight was different because when she met those eyes it was suddenly as if he was the only one in the room, and the rest of this performance was a ritual only to draw him near. She was too deep in this trance to question why this night of all nights was different, and why these eyes of all eyes had captured her so quickly.

So she threw caution to the wind, pulled her mic off the stand and walked to the edge of the stage. She knelt down on one knee reaching into the crowd and let them grab at her arm slowly. She looked down at them smirking as she sang, and then her eyes made their way back to his, looking up through her eyelashes. The now purple lights lit him up like an angel. He starred back at her, something shining in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. She stood up straight, slowly stepping backwards. This was definitely a ritual of some kind and they were both giving it everything they could from this far away.

The band finished the rest of the set and gathered at the front of the stage to take a few bows. They took their last and Vic broke eye contact with the man in the crowd before jogging off stage with everyone else.

“Hey Alex did you see the guy Vic was eye fucking?” Audrey jokingly questioned.

Vic came into the dressing room last, hearing the tail end of what she said.

“Yeah what was that, Vic? You never usually do that. I mean I’m not complaining because you gave a hell of a performance, but it was just a little uncharacteristic.”

Vic rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah I uh, I’m not sure. He just kind of grabbed my attention.”

“Well from the looks of it, he might be grabbing something else later.” James chimed in from the corner.

“Hey, James. Fuck off.” Vic stated matter of factly.

He just laughed and fell back into his chair.

Vic sat down in front of the mirror and began to fix her makeup. Alex walked over and sat next to her.

“Are you going to go find him?” Alex inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“No, dear, but I am going to have a drink.” She turned to Alex and winked as she stood up, making her way to the door.

Vic made her way through the club to the bar. As she walked through the crowds of people, some reached out to pat her on the back, complement the show, and some guy tried to ask for her number, but the look she shot his way told him to stop talking if he wanted to live to see the morning.

She knew the bar tender by now and he had already started making her favorite, a vodka soda.

“Hey Vic! Good show tonight.”

“Hey thanks, Luke!” he handed Vic her drink and leaned an elbow on the counter.

“In fact some guy came asking about you.” he shot a glance over to a ‘C’ shaped booth in the corner.

Vic turned slightly and saw the man from the crowd sitting alone in the booth looking down at his phone.

“Oh yeah? What’d he ask about.” She turned back to Luke, taking a swig of her drink.

“Just what your deal was. If you come here a lot, and if you ever talk to the people here.” he explained.

“And you told him?”

“Told him to not even bother. That you don’t just talk to any old average joe.” he laughed and so did she.

“Always lookin’ out for me, Luke. Well I guess today’s theme is uncharacteristic. Wish me luck.” she stepped away from the bar, making her way towards the booth.

She slid into the booth leaving plenty of space between them. He had to earn fewer space.

“So I hear you were asking about me.” Vic said, resting her arms on the back of the booth.

He looked up from his phone, somewhat startled and then a little embarrassed.

“Uh yeah. I guess you caught me.” he laughed nervously, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m not here to kill you. It’s simply pure interest. Not many people ask about me.” she stated.

“I find that hard to believe.” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“That may be, but it’s very true. I mean yes I look like this,” she gestured to herself, ”but I assure you that they know not to bother.”

He looked taken aback at her very confident comment on her appearance, but also completely amused.

“Yeah that’s what the bar tender said.” he sat back and crossed his arms. “So why are you talking to me then. I mean if I am just any old average joe?”

“Oh but you aren’t, dear. I saw the way you watched me with those eyes.” she smirked. “Nobody catches my attention the way you did.” Her bravado began to dissolve slowly as she realized it was unnecessary with him.

“I’ve never seen anyone do that to a crowd of people. They were all in slow motion. They were yours. You moved as if nothing could touch you, and for a moment I believed it, but then you looked at me and I could see you.”

As he so eloquently explained this to her, she felt something that she only ever felt when she was alone. Vulnerability. It scared her, but she had to explore this.

“And what did you see?” she asked, fiddling with one of her necklaces.

“Beauty. You are beautiful.” he smiled sweetly.

It took her a moment to respond, as no one ever spoke to her this way. She shook her head and cleared her throat, sitting up straight.

“Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?” she asked, letting her walls down a little.

“I would love to.” he beamed. “Oh and I suppose you should know my name is Rami.”

“Vic. But you probably already know that.” she chuckled softly and so did he.

#rami malek #rami malek x reader #rami malek fic #rami malek fanfiction #rami malek x oc #electric river fic

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koopaspiderofdarkness · 6 years

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So last night I finally had a dream that I remembered in a while so let's hear about it shall We?

So I was living in a shelter from what I can tell, the beds were wooden and poorly made, and I was sharing a room with my mom and brother. This defiently wasn't the shelter I was in before but in my mind it kind of felt like it was? Also the beds were elevated with another piece of wood and it made a bit of a gap in the center of them.

So one day my mom comes in with this GIANT spider. It's like Lewis the spider if he ate 10 cheeseburgers a day and had a low metabolism. This lad was the size of a basketball and, I don't think spiders can have rolls but, THIS GUY HAD ROLLS. You know those videos with the really obese cats and when they run they jiggle? Like that. The level of chub only a fat fetish artist can draw.

So for some reason I guess I thought it was someone's pet? But it turns out it wasn't and was just a spider that hung around the shelter and ate people's scraps. I also remember thinking it was an ant mimic spider and first but now that I look back a it I'm 90 percent sure it was some sort of tarantula. Also it had a species name, fluffy paws spider. I don't think that's and actual species of spider though.

So we kinda play with the spider a bit, it's very friendly but it doesn't like my brother much. (Probably cause he is afraid of spiders) It's really soft and fluffy. My mom seems concerned about it though. She said she saw it do something gross that only she witnessed.

So spider buddy starts spewing some orange juice lookin web stuff on the carpet and makes a square with it. I remember seeing an artsy buisness card next to it and thinking 'oh hey! It wants to draw!.' It didn't wanna draw.

Also quick note, I'm video taping all this for my gf in my dream.

So spider lad hops onto the gap between my bed and starts spewing orange juice again, and then he makes a nest and starts laying eggs. Wow! Egg bed. Anyway, the spider gets really tuckered out and now is about the size of an ant, doing all that must have drained a lot outta him. Anyway, my spider now.

So a few days later spider boy is looking back to normal and is his chubby self again. The dream ends with the weather channel coming on and the weather guy saying, 'looks like today we're gonna have a lot of wiggly eggs.'

#i speak #dreams

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kimonobeat · 6 years

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aiko bon “Profile Interview” Chapter 4 (3/3)

ーWhat kind of fashion did you wear outside of school?

aiko: In elementary school I was always dressed like a boy. I almost always wore jeans. I started gradually wearing girlier clothes since middle school though. I started wearing a lot of culottes and denim skirts. I used to love the clothes at BETTY’S BLUE. Then in 9th grade, I started wearing Hysteric Glamour. There was this T-shirt I used to wear that had Mickey and Minnie doing something dirty on it. (laughs) That and skinny black pants, skate shoes, and a polka dotted zip-up hoodie. I wore more ‘lolita’-ish clothes in my later high school years. Oh, and in middle school I used to go to Armani fashion shows.

ーWait, you watched Armani fashion shows in middle school? What kind of middle schooler does that? (laughs)

aiko: My older cousin took me with her because she worked in the fashion industry. Sometimes I would copy her and wear perfume. I’d put on Dior, or Chanel, or Poison, and people would tell me, “Ew, you STINK!” (laughs) My favorite fashion style in high school was mod clothing. I also loved psychedelic, hippie-looking clothing, so I used to wear dresses from thrift stores. The fashion I liked around that time had a lot to do with my favorite bands. Like, I loved THE COLLECTORS, so I wore mod clothing, y’know? I also kept my hair in a mushroom cut. Here I was wearing gigantic glasses and vintage dresses… Definitely a cringe-worthy look now. Like, just YIKES. (laughs) Now when I look back on it I just think to myself, “Well, at least I got to do the things I wanted to do. Oh well!” But not too long ago I wanted to eliminate all traces of those outfits.

ーDid you always have long hair up until you decided to chop it off for the mushroom cut?

aiko: Yeah, it was always long except for when I did the mushroom cut. My hair was sooo pretty in high school that anytime people couldn’t remember my name, they’d just call me “the girl with the pretty hair”. It was straight and black, with no split ends to be seen. You can thank my dad’s seaweed dishes for that. I had such healthy hair even though I didn’t take good care of it.

ーYou didn’t really need to do treatments or anything like that?

aiko: Nope! I went to the beauty salon about once a month though. I went to the same hair stylist my aunt went to. They cut my hair and let me pay later. I’d always tell them, “Just the ends, please.” (laughs) I didn’t do anything to take care of it but got my hair cut often.

ーHow was the coursework at your high school?

aiko: Hahaha! I… didn’t study.

ーWhat about when you had exams?

aiko: I did for those… (quietly) But that was the only time I did.

ーAnd your grades?

aiko: Eh, well, they weren’t great. Just average… No wait, a little worse than that probably. (laughs) I had a lot of points taken off. Like, less than 40%. That all depended on which subject, though.

ーSo what classes did you have GOOD grades in?

aiko: Music. I was #1 in our music class. I remembered a pretty good amount of music history, so I got 100 in that class. That and the skills tests we did put me at #1. The other person in my class tied with me for #1 was this guy named Yamamoto Poppo (Coo). We gave him the nickname “Poppo” because he was a lot like a pigeon. I was really good friends with Poppo.

ーaiko and Poppo.

aiko: Yeah, yeah. When it came to music, we had a lot in common. When everyone else was listening to bands like BOØWY, LUNA SEA, TRACY, KATZE, PRINCESS PRINCESS or JUDY AND MARY, we were like, “Hey, you heard Kaji’s new stuff yet?” We also traded each other CDs in secret, and listened to stuff like Harada Tomoyo’s albums, Spiritual Vibes, and Summer Vacation together. I also listened to indies music, something I’d been doing since I was in middle school. I didn’t have any money back then, so I just borrowed CDs from TSUTAYA to listen to. Indies artists didn’t make their music available as rentals though, which meant that I had to buy indie releases to listen to them. And of course, I listened to the radio all the time, same as always. I wasn’t in any after school clubs. I was in a band though.

ーHow many bands were you in during high school, all in all?

aiko: Just one. Oh wait, I was in another band too. The band I formed in 10th grade was entirely made up of girls. A girl named Tomo played the drums, and her older sister played the bass. Another really serious girl named Shimamoto played the guitar. She was the kind of girl who played guitar because she loved, like, B’z and Aerosmith, y’know what I mean? That band only lasted for about 3 or 4 months. We’d say, “Let’s practice!”, fumbled around for a while, then we sorta just fizzled out without even coming up with a name for our band. The real reason that band fell apart was that the bassist lost the scores of the Shonen Knife songs she had. She went through the effort of asking Shonen Knife herself but still lost them. That was too bad.

ーThe members of Shonen Knife sent you guys the band score to some of their songs themselves?

aiko: Shonen Knife wrote their contact information in their indies CDs. There was a “Contact” section that listed their personal address and phone number. (laughs) I don’t remember much, but we wrote them a letter or called them about it. “We wanna cover Shonen Knife’s songs. Would you mind giving us the sheet music?” we asked. They were gracious enough to send it to us, along with a message that said “Good luck!” I was so touched. “Wow, what nice people,” I thought to myself. And then we practiced it. Now that I think about it, the sheet music was pretty simple. They only thing they had written on it were the chords. Just, “Here’s where you strum.”

ーAnd that all-girls’ band fizzled out after only 3 or 4 months.

aiko: I started my first real band in 11th grade. We had 5 members: a guitarist, bass player, drummer, keyboard player, and me. We were all in the same grade. The keyboard and bass players were girls, and the drummer and guitarist were guys.

ーYou were the vocalist, I’m guessing?

aiko: Yup, just the vocalist, no instrument. We said, “Let’s be a band!” and that was that.

ーDid this band have a name?

aiko: Um… (laughs) Let me think. We were “The Pinsaka Knife Orchestra”. The name was based on the names of all our favorite bands. A three-piece indie girl band called The Pinkies, another band called Hanasaka who was passing out cassette tapes they hadn’t even released yet, and Shonen Knife. We covered those 3 bands a lot, so we decided to use them all in the name of our band. Then we tacked on the word ‘orchestra’ at the end, because we wanted to add a bunch more people. (laughs) Not that we needed anyone to play any other instruments; we just wanted them as members of the band. Y’know, members of the band who help us out by making copies of tickets, that sort of thing. The whole shebang sorta felt like Sharam Q. (laughs)

ーBut if you weren’t covering those bands, doesn’t that make the name kind of… wrong? (laughs)

aiko: I thought the same thing.

ーSo were you pretty similar to those 3 bands, at least?

aiko: We were completely different from them. I don’t really feel like those bands had anything to do with each other either. Shonen Knife’s a rock band, right? One of those ‘hit it and quit it’ punk rock kind of bands, y’know? Hanasaka was your average pop group, although they used similar instruments to BO GUMBOS. You see, the drummer played the bongos instead of drums. Visually they had this BO GUMBOS psychedelic vibe going on, but musically they were a pop band. The Pinkies were, what would you call them… Honestly, I only know one of their songs. I used to listen to this song of theirs that was on an indies omnibus release. It was the kind of song you’d do the monkey too, I guess? It went something like, “My cute lil’ baby~ Cha cha cha! My boyfriend’s over there, lookin’ so fine~ Cha cha cha!” (laughs) Well, our band just wanted to have some fun. We covered a lot of pop bands.

ーDid you write any original songs for this band?

aiko: Nah, none at all. No one wrote any songs so we only did covers. We covered Japanese bands like The Pinkies (which I just mentioned), Hanasaka, Shonen Knife, and THE COLLECTORS. People mistook the indies songs we covered for original songs, though, so when we performed at our school festival, we did a bunch of songs everyone already sort of knew. We knew we’d definitely draw a crowd if we performed Mr. Children or JUDY AND MARY. We performed some of Mr. Children’s songs from around the time they released the songs “Kind of Love” and “versus”. There I was, singing, “One of~ these days~ We’ll be together~” I asked the keyboard player to pitch the song up to C for me. The song’s about being in love with a girl who’s older than you. I was actually dating a guy who was younger than me at the time, and he came to see us play. Everyone swooned. (laughs) We also did JUDY AND MARY’s song “LOLITA A-GO-GO”. I wore lolita-ish clothes for it. (laughs)

ーHow long were you in The Pinsaka Knife Orchestra?

aiko: Up until just before I graduated, I think. We practiced in a studio, performed live at school festivals… It was a blast. It’s just, we were all headed down different paths. We stopped after about 2 years.

ーBy the way, when did you decide to apply to a music college?

aiko: Sometime around June of my senior year. (laughs) I didn’t really care where I went to college. I would’ve been fine with a vocational school too. I just sort of thought it would be nice to be part of a music college. When I told my dad, he said, “I ain’t lettin’ you go nowhere unless it’s a music college.” So I was like, “Really!? Guess I’ll go to a music college then!” and asked my teachers for advice just before summer in 12th grade. They said, “Really!? Well, if you don’t turn things around, you’re not gonna get in!” And yeah, that was true. I ended up doing just fine, surprisingly.

ーThere weren’t any particular subjects on the entrance exam of your music college?

aiko: Well first of all, there were the subject exams. Like, I think I did a Japanese exam. There was that, and a ‘composition’ exam where they quizzed you on music history: “Beethoven is ___”. There was also a music theory exam where they asked you questions like, “What interval is this? A minor third.”

ーWere there any practical exams in addition to the subject exams?

aiko: There were! I majored in popular music vocals, so my practical exam was singing a song. They gave you a couple of set pieces to choose from. I chose the song “Yesterday Once More”. I had another exam called ‘solfege’, where they have you transcribe a song, then sight-read the music.

ーDid you do any interviews?

aiko: Oh, I did that too. I talked pretty briskly through the whole thing: “Yes! Yes, that’s right!” But… I don’t remember a single thing I talked about. (laughs) That whole time period when I was applying to music school is a fuzzy memory to me. Honestly, I really don’t remember anything that I don’t really care about… That’s why it’s all kind of a blur to me. I sometimes forget about people too. For example, let’s say you’ve got two people, and they both get teased and bullied in the exact same way. One person might remember how they were bullied, and what people said to them down to the letter, but the other person might not remember anything at all. I guess that’s the difference between people who give a damn and people who don’t. Music school was one of those things for me. It’s not really that I didn’t care at all about music school, I just don’t remember anything about it because it was never really a goal of mine to get into a music college. Even when I was in school, it wasn’t the kind of college experience that made me feel like, “I’m in a college for music!” That’s why I don’t really remember a whole lot about it.

ーWasn’t it hard, going through all those entrance exams? Normally, students who apply to music colleges spend years preparing. You’re not supposed to study for everything a few months before.

aiko: Definitely, because of the specialized subject exams and the practical exam. I studied for those in a huge hurry starting in June. My music teacher gave me very intensive lessons. For singing lessons, I went to this place my music teacher introduced me to and told them I wanted to be a musical major. “You’re not meant for musicals,” they said, so I decided to apply for the popular music department instead. I definitely wasn’t cut out for being in musicals, that’s for sure. At the time, I couldn’t really hold out a falsetto note. “I’m definitely more of a ‘pop music’ kind of vocalist.”

ーEither way, when you decided that you wanted to go to a music school, it really meant that you wanted to sing. You didn’t want to play an instrument, or just compose music.

aiko: Right. That was already set in stone. It felt like the only option to me.

ーYou never wanted to go to a music-focused middle school or high school before you started applying to colleges?

aiko: Not one bit. It had nothing to do with music, I just didn’t really feel like going to high school. I basically went because my dad said I had to. I never felt like studying music when I was in school either, though. It never occurred to me that music was something you could study because it was everywhere: it plays on the radio, you hear it while walking around, you hear it playing in stores, you hear it on TV… So when I got accepted, it was… honestly, I had mixed feelings about it. Even my teachers said, “You don’t seem all that happy about it!” I didn’t desperately wanna go in the first place, so whenever I talked about it, all I said was, “I got in…” When I enrolled it was almost like, “I got in… So I guess I should go after all, huh…”

ーYou weren’t totally sold on studying music yet, were you?

aiko: I was, a little bit. Every time I went to singing lessons, I found myself thinking, “Wow, what IS this… ?” You know how you start off voice lessons doing that ‘ma ma ma ma ma~, ma ma ma ma ma~’ exercise? You’ve gotta practice that sort of stuff to make singing fun. I have to say though, there’s gotta be a more fun way to learn the basics. They are lessons after all, so they’re not that much fun. That was all I was doing, so after a while I thought to myself, “I don’t know about music school anymore…” The field day we did my senior year of high school was SO, SO much fun though.

ーWas that when you were the captain of the pep squad?

aiko: Yup! (laughs) Apparently the kids in my class who decided I would be captain of the pep squad got scolded by the teacher though. At that point I’d already decided to apply to music school. The teacher said, “I hope you all know by doing this that if she ruins her throat, it’s all YOUR fault!” I wasn’t even thinking about my throat. (laughs) My voice was so powerful I was actually kinda curious what would happen if I did hurt my throat. I’ve never once lost my voice, no matter how much I scream and shout.

ーDid you ever think about applying to a regular college as a back-up?

aiko: No, I didn’t. I had zero interest in going to a regular university. Everyone was always talking about how difficult it was to get into a private university in the Kinki region, which I don’t really understand. Someone would say, “Isn’t it amazing that so-and-so got into ABC University?” And I’d just have this blank look on my face. Like, “Huh?” I know about Tokyo University, of course. I know of Waseda and Keio too. I used think Doshisha was a company or something. (laughs) I honestly don’t know anything about colleges. Like, NO idea what’s so great about one university, or what the class curve is. My school was the ‘smartest’ in one of the top school districts, but I stopped there.

ーIt didn’t rub off on you at all, did it?

aiko: Not one bit. You might say they were really focused on skills. Like, “Wow, you’re really good at frisbee!” Because of that, I never really looked at the grade curves when applying to music school. My dad said, “If you’re going to school for music, that means you can only go to a music college!” I said, “What about an art school?” He said no. I probably would’ve found a bunch of other schools if I had looked at the music departments of women’s colleges.

ーIn spite of all that, it’s pretty amazing that you managed to get accepted into a music college with such little time to prepare.

aiko: No no, not at all. Everyone gets lucky every now and then! I’m sure they just went a little easy on me during the exams. (laughs) Classical music is so much harder. I basically had to practice for a couple hours every day. The school I went to had a ‘popular music vocals’ department. We were known around campus for being the ‘delinquent’s major’. They wouldn’t even let us use the opera house. “Popular music isn’t music,” they would tell us. All of the older professors refused to acknowledge pop music vocal students.

ーBut now that you’d been accepted into a music college, I bet you were thinking about having a career in music in the future, weren’t you?

aiko: I definitely did. I had sort of thought about becoming a singer before that, so I had already thought about starting my own career once I’d graduated from high school. Getting into a music college helped me make up my mind, I think. Part of me wanted to become a singer, so I definitely had the feeling that I wanted to cling to whatever would help me head towards that goal.

ーSo when you graduated, were you already hoping to work really hard towards that goal?

aiko: Sure. When I graduated from high school, one of the underclassmen said, “I’ll be sure to buy your CDs when you debut!” Everyone had written stuff like “I’ll be rooting for you when you debut as a singer. Good luck!” in the back of my graduation yearbook too. Seeing people write stuff like that to me definitely helped lock in those feelings, I guess you could say. They said those things to me like it was totally obvious too. “I’m definitely gonna buy your CDs when you debut, Aiko. Good luck to you!” And when they did, it made me think, “Geez, I have to work hard on it now!”

ーWould you say that that’s when your childhood dream of becoming a singer finally felt real to you?

aiko: Yes. It suddenly became reality between the summer of my senior year of high school and graduation. It hit me that I needed to get things going on my own. I couldn’t just wait around for it to happen.

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plussizeappreciationfics · 6 years

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One shot: Perfect

Requested by anonymous: Can I request a black reader with Dave East (he's a rapper) to his song perfect ft Chris Brown

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x Dave East

Warning(s): NSFW, 18+ only, protected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

Word count: 1778

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Oh, we ain't friends no more? Why you won't listen no more? Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world and I've been lookin' for you, searchin' You deserve it 'cause you're perfect (perfect)

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? (Can you?) Don't be shy, no, up and down (nah) You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it And bring that ass right here (right here, right here) Ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down (I'ma go down) Ooh, I'm doin' freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round (nobody) And don't be actin' fake when you see me out You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why?

“Dave!” you moaned and arched your back while gripping tightly onto the sheets. Dave hummed and buried his head deeper in between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit while sucking at it. The pleasure you felt was indescribable.

You let out another high pitched moan before opening your eyes and looking at him going down on you. Dave looked up and stared intensely at you while releasing your clit from in between his lips.

He replaced his tongue with his thumb on your sensitive nub, drawing soft circles on it while pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh. “I know what you want baby, but I need you to cum for me one time okay?” his hoarse voice softly instructed while he admired you.

You nodded your head and whined when two of his fingers began stroking up and down your wet folds, “Mhm” you whimpered as you felt your inner walls fluttering.

Oh, we ain't friends no more? (Why?) Why you won't listen no more? (Listen) Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world and I've been lookin' for you, searching (I've been lookin') You deserve it 'cause you're perfect

You deserve it 'cause you perfect (perfect) You make every moment worth it (every moment) I'm flyin' down Collins, I'm shirtless (skrrt) Just thinkin' how you might've curved it (might have curved it) I knew you a minute, don't act like you don't know the business I've been tryna get all up in it Gave you my card, I don't know 'bout no limit (swipe) They can't see us in it, that foreign was tinted (oh) Nowadays they get too borin' with niggas In love with that pussy, adorin' these women (I love 'em) Bring out some Molly, bet all of them with it If I take you shoppin', make sure it's expensive (cash up) Nothin' feel better than knowin' that pussy for me (mine) I've been a wolf in these streets I hold my own in it, ain't nobody took it from me (nobody) I get women you wouldn't believe Eye that money, I'm gon' get high with your honey Might take a trip out of the country Know I got hoes, she not findin' it funny Her brain is so good, I can't ride with no dummy I only see you in Prada, not bummy I'm from the streets, but your momma gon' love me I told her, "I never run out of this money" Fall back on your homies, a lot of them love me It's 'bout to get ugly

“Beautiful” Dave whispered as he sped up the pace of his stroking while applying more pressure on your sensitive clit. “Oh!” you cried out as your toes curled themselves, “Yes!” you moaned as you felt the delightful coil form in the pit of your stomach.

Dave couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you gloriously fell over the edge, a loud high pitched moan falling from your lips as your hips began grinding against his hand. You clenched your eyes shut as the pleasure crashed over you “Dave” you continued whimpered as he never removed his hand from your sex.

“I’m here baby, I got you” he reassured and bit his lip, his longing for you becoming too overwhelming for you. Finally, you began calming down, heavy breaths leaving your mouth. “Wow” you croaked and tried your best to catch your breath.

Dave removed his hand from your sex and kissed and caressed his way up your body, loving the way you sighed at his sweet touches. “You are so beautiful baby. I can never get enough of you” he whispered before capturing your lips in a slow and sensual kiss, his tongue slipping in between your lips and moving against yours.

Oh, we ain't friends no more? Why you won't listen no more? Damn, I let a good girl go Away, away, away, I've been All around the world and I've been looking for you, searchin' You deserve it 'cause you're perfect

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? Don't be shy, no, up and down You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it And bring that ass right here Ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down Ooh, I'm doin' freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round And don't be actin' fake when you see me out (don't be actin' fake) You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (Better not, ha)

“I want you” you whispered and wrapped your arms around Dave’s neck, pulling him closer to your body. “And you don’t know how much I want you [Y/N]” he hoarsely replied before reaching his hand out to the nightstand an quickly taking a condom.

“I want to bury myself deep inside you and forget about everything” he whispered and ripped the foil packet open. You took the condom and rolled it onto his hard length before wrapping your hand around it and slowly stroking it, “Mhmm” your boyfriend moaned before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss again.

You removed your hand from his length and wrapped legs around his waist “Look at me “ Dave instructed and smiled once you did so ,”You’re all mine” he said. You lost yourself in his eyes while slowly nodding your head, “Yours” you whispered.

He positioned his length at your entrance and slowly pushed the tip in, making you moan. You tried your best to keep your eyes open as Dave slowly pushed his whole length inside, stretching your inner walls in a delicate way.

He clenched his jaw at the feelings of your inner walls clenching tightly around his length. Soon enough, he began moving his hips at a steady rhythm. “Dave” you whimpered as the pleasure rushed through your body, you were still sensitive from the previous orgasm you had so every thrust made your legs tremble.

Perfect, that might not describe you (it might) I need a word, that's much better I'm tryna get back up inside you (oh) Know they gon' hate on the way that we slide through I don't know nothin', I know 'bout survival (survival) Why the hell women only fuck with lames? (Lames) Used to the trains, ain't been on no planes (nope) Really thinkin' all these niggas the same After I hit it, I'm pickin' your brain (I'm in) I wanna know what you like I wanna know if you smoke, am I strokin' tonight? (Oh) Picture us both gettin' low on a flight Love is a gamble, I'm rollin' the dice When you Snapchat, you takin' pictures with my chain on Club rockin', but I ain't goin' (no) Your shit get wetter than the rain pourin' I'm tryna splash (splash) I'm wonderin' why we not friends? (Not one) If you ask me, it kind of depends I done got nasty with lots of her friends I keep it a hunnid, don't gotta pretend (no) I be so blunted, I got to go in I'm here for women, won't acknowledge no men (no) Was kind of drunk, but shawty got in the Benz (ooh) Promise, stick with me, you probably gon' win

Dave lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulders before increasing the pace of his thrust. The new position made his length brush against your sweet spot. “Oh my god” you cried out and threw your head back while arching your back. Sweat began covering your bodies as the bed creaked at every harsh and deep thrust that came from Dave.

The sweet tension began to build itself in the pit of your stomach, Dave’s length twitched and he let out a deep moan. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, bending your leg more and making him thrust deeper inside you.

You weren’t able to make a sound as you reached your high again, your inner walls clenching tightly onto Dave’s length as short puffs of air left your body. Dave groaned loudly and began chanting your name as he released himself into the condom, he gave a few last thrusts before he rolled off you.

The two of you were breathing heavily, the sound echoing through the room. You closed your eyes and felt the aftershocks of your intense orgasm flow through your body. You weren’t able to move your legs, they felt like jelly when you tried to do so.

“That was amazing” Dave whispered and turned to you. The only thing you could do was nod your head and open your eyes to smile at him. He chuckled, “Get some rest baby” he cooed while covering your bodies, you nodded your head again and closed your eyes, already drifting off to sleep.

Baby, baby, yeah, you perfect Gotta compliment your tits (yeah, yeah) All that ass up, love how you twerk it Can you do that on the dick? Don't be shy, no, up and down (don't be shy) You know what it is (yeah, yeah) Concentrate, baby, get it, get it And bring that ass right here (right here, uh) Ooh, I'ma go down, I'ma go down (I'ma go down) Ooh, I'm doin' freaky shit 'cause ain't nobody 'round (nobody) And don't be actin' fake when you see me out (better not) You don't wanna hear me out, how you gonna play me out? Why? Why? (No, no)

Perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect Perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect You deserve it 'cause you perfect

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-Emma

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innalheid · 6 years

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Anni’s ridiculously long OC post that two (2) people asked for

Okay y’all (by which I mean @gman2888 and @bailheart ) asked for it here are my OCs from my dnd style book(under the cut cuz holy SHIT there’s a lot of details).

The first set are my current short form notes that I just did last night, and the second set are my old, more detailed notes which have like, backstories n stuff

but here I will give you their names n classes

Abrielle - human fighter

Tìm - elf/human wizard

Craig - dragonborn cleric

Sammy - elf/gnome bard

Cora - gorgon rogue

Marin - elf barbarian

Maia - halfling paladin

also - I tried to keep most of the physical descriptions vague cuz I wanted ppl to put their own headcanons on them so they can look like however they want! so like, if it’s not written in the second set of notes, it ain’t canon (it’s just my headcanon I guess)

Abrielle (the blue harper) Abrielle "Abri" "bee" Harper human trans girl fighter short pale medium build dark, straight, medium length hair dark brown eyes - wears contacts freckles feminine - loves 50s babydoll dresses ADD af tim's cousin

Tìm Tìm shit he needs a last name dammit elf/human born male, non binary tho wizard tall pale thin dark hair - dyed, og hair is bright ginger and the undertone won't go away grey-green eyes style - seniors hs kids/uni kids during exam week woke loves NUTZ and TEA fUCK coffee abri's cousin

Craig Kaldar "Craig" Kib Sonadyu III dragonborn male cleric tall blue bitch he's a dragon big n buff no hair he is a dragon pretty yellow eyes c: - wears contacts usually style - ransom and holster lifeguard total bro the chillest diplomat ever

Sammy Samuel "Sammy" Oswald Chyanma elf/gnome male bard shortish eh medium skin? not important build of a bard likeee i guess blond hair?? has eyes tacky shakespeare gay style a mcelroy (griffen) loves cookin fresh n lookin fresh and drawing (he is good) Anxious tm kinky apparently plays a billion instruments (goals)

Marin Marin Lamar elf female barbarian p tallish darker than yetman lithe, sporty medium brown hair w lots of beach blonde highlights - thin, long, usually up green eyes ive just decided sporty clothesssss does all the sports ever uses sports n barbarianism as anger management hell yeah lets get laid hell no lets never see each other again lmao super smart and amazing wow

Cora Cora Renfrew gorgon female rogue 5'9 greyed out brown skin chubish, emily's build grey green snakes for hair green eyes wears p plain clothes oh my GOD she has a lot of backstory jc yeah thats all you're getting lol wait no crush on Maia (gay) (nice)

Maia Maia Botnick halfling female paladin short (duh) prolly black hella chub (nice) short (curly?) probably brown hair probably dark brown eyes cute witchy style cat named polio sells witchy stuff crush on cora (gay) (nice)

Cora Renfrew Gorgon girl rogue Very greyed out brown skin Grey green snakes - used to have bright shades of green eyes Her eyes are p green tho She's a lil chub Like Emily build ish P tall like 5'9" Two of her snakes still have sunglasses on - one of them wants to look cool, one of them is scared he's gonna stone someone Rogue Grew up in a community of sneople like her Like a little village It's a little closed off from the rest of the world Except that they would trade with people they would trade stone statues made out of things their snake hair has frozen And fish n jewelry n shit Rare plants To trade they had to put a headscarf on their snakes to keep people from like, turning to stone This always pissed her off She didn't think they should hide their snakes so they shouldn't even trade with anyone they got all they need But then her mom and her uncle got into some trouble with the village leaders and so they took her and fuckin left And she HATED IT because now in the city the three of them had to wear these headscarves all the time As she grew up in the city, she understood the purpose of the headscarves and that other cultures were actually, like, cool, and that killing everyone with their snakes was actually not cool And so she got really into languages actually But, she did find out that there was a surgery/magic thing to make all her snakes not have eyes anymore Which is what turns people to stone it's looking the snakes in the eyes But like She thought that was unethical So she tried giving all her snakes tiny pairs of sunglasses but they kept falling off and accidentally turning people to stone Then she met this little boy at the candy store, and he was buying gourmet lollipops and rock candy And like, all ironies aside, she loves rock candy So she struck up a conversation with this kid and she'd see him from time to time in the candy shop And then after awhile he said, "Yknow I can help with that" And she was like kinda embarrassed (he was talking about her snake sunglasses) and she's like "oh? what dyou mean?" And he's like "I've been working on a spell-" "nono I don't want to remove my snakes eyes, they deserve better, but thank you" and he's like nah this'll just give them like a dark filter over their eyes so they won't turn people to stone but they won't be blind And she's like ".........you can do that?" And he's like "probably yeah I'm pretty smart" And she takes a long pause And then is like sounds lit I'm in and they meet a couple days later and he's got on like, a blindfold, and tells her to take off all the little sunglasses Which takes forEVEr But anyway the spell totally works She was like "...are we gonna test this in you first to see if it worked...?!" And he's like lol are you nuts nah here's a spider and the spider didn't turn into stone so yaaaaay And these two remain good good friends and she's like kid I'll buy you all the damn lollipops and rock candy you want for this And he's like actually the lollis are for my older sister c: Cuz plot twisT it's fighter girls little brother man ANyway Her and her mom and her uncle lived in a group apartment with witch girl n her mom for awhile too when she was younger She has a stone and a little plant from her actually that she still has now That's kinda where she started to change her mind about other cultures Anyway She's super hot She acts like she's really "been around the block" as it may but she's actually a virgin lol She fucking LOVES cheesy dancing She actually did a lot of dancing and drumming back in her village but then she got to the city and it kinda went away But the area of the city she was in was really shitty, and she didn't have the greatest rep with her mom n uncle so she spent a lot of time just kinda hanging around the city Picked locks for fun Pick pocketed people also for fun to see what kinda hidden treasures she could get but also for like money n shit She has this huuuuuge collection of weird little trinkets now and sometimes she'll give one to the kid just cuz And then bigots would get into fights with her cuz they think her snakes should be covered even though they're harmless So she fuckin beats them up Nice Has an ex wife I have yet to name Not. A good,,,relationship But they both know this And like.....they both miss each other a ton but they would neeeeeeeever get back together Her ex wife actually accidentally killed coras older brother when they were little But Cora didn't know this until their wedding day It went downhill from there lol They didn't meet until ballet school actually

Marin Lamar Yoga elf girl barbarian "Lithe" Medium brown skin - like Maddi's, but a little darker Medium brown hair, thin, long - has beachy highlights Usually wears hair up Usually in sporty clothes Lives in the same apartment complex as bard guy Drinks like a thousand smoothies a day Super fucking smart All about that healthy lifestyle she runs every morning she swims every afternoon She eats like kale n shit When she was a kid she had serious rage problems at the other kids' stupidity and her parents were like what the fuuuuuuuck are we gonna do Then a super cheery woman showed up at their door claiming to be part of a summer camp for kids with rage problems that has an 100% guarantee to help tremendously Her parents were at their wits end and sent her Her parents are two lovely ladies btw they are performers in a prestigious acting company Anyway This camp teaches kids to channel their rage into barbarianism and fighting instead It. Works. Wonders. She learns how to channel her rage, and take care of herself and hone her body and be healthy She comes back from camp a completely different person Ever since then she's been practically a model person Kind, smart, quick witted, takes great care of herself She does have a RAZOR sharp tongue tho And enjoys sex quite a bit but haaaaaates commitment She's afraid that bringing someone else into her life and home will screw up her very carefully balanced life But she's good good buddies with lifeguard dude She swims at his pool and also they're gym buddies and boxing buddies and pass each other on their morning runs They are like bffs man They met pretty much as soon as she moved into the neighbourhood cuz she found his pool on like the first day And he lives in the apartment complex across the street from her and Bard Boi Speaking of bard boi She swaps recipes w him yes but they also frequently do spa n movie gossip nights where she talks about all the stupid people she's talked to today and he tells her about all the weird people who passed him while busking that day Whenever she passes him while he's busking he'll tell her he saw this super weird looking elf lady with ratty blonde hair and she'll smack him She has her own little veggie garden on her balcony but it's not as impressive as bard boi's They compete with it actually lol Oh yeah she left her parents to pursue a career as an adventurer, hoping to put her barbarian skills to use But she doesn't actually go looking for adventure cuz she's nervous about losing her balance in her life So she always says she's looking and she'll be off on the road soon but she never does Bard boi and lifeguard man know better than to bug her about it They did once and it did not end well she skipped swimming for two days (which for her is quite a lot) Right now she's working in a market for a fruit farmer as his saleswoman - they are also good friends he's a kind old ish man with a sharp tongue as well This also gets her tons of fresh fruit and jam n shit and also some bottles of wine from his wife You KNOW she's a wine drinker Loves that wine

Kaldar "Craig" Kib Sonadyu III Dragonborn lifeguard cleric Blue scales Big n buff Pretty yellow eyes c: Male Also wears contacts but will also occasionally wear glasses he looks so fucking nerdy in them oh my goodness Total. Bro. But like a nice bro He's the lifeguard to a local pool (obviously) He's super nice to kids He also works out and boxes and wrestles and plays football and all that jazz He comes from a pretty high family in the dragonborn kingdom with like a shit ton of siblings, he was one of the younger ones And like Most of his family thought he was fucking weird He literally did not notice His parents thought he was odd but they loved him anyway They could see his caring nature for fucking everything and his mom taught him clerical shit cuz of it and his dad taught him history and ethics of the world The elders of the kingdom thought he was odd too but they thought he would make a great leader someday They suggested to his parents when he was of age that he should go out into the world to aid and as an ambassador of their kingdom He didn't want to get strapped down with political responsibilities but he said that he would be a representative as he went about his normal life in the world And he agreed to be part of the emergency world council when the time may come This is how the interaction went "We want your son to be an ambassador and have a seat on this super important council that could decide the fate of the world in dire situations and be a positive representative for our kingdom as he explores the rest of this world" "Yeah that sounds like a lot of work I'll tell people we're cool if they ask and I'll be part of your end-of-the-world council cuz that'll never happen dude" And they said gr8 And so he left to go live a life full of bro-ing and working out Saving the world by helping kids with their magical sand castles

Maia Botnick Halfling paladin Short Hella chub Short hair Paladin witch girl rly cute style Has a cat named polio that the fruit stand man is currently taking care of cuz she can't rly afford it Short n chubby Heyyyyy she's a halfling Worships ALL the gods Literally She's got alters fucking everywhere Little herb gardens and sigils and candles (she hates incense) Lots of essential oils Has like, several quests from the gods She has a mom in another city that she's keeps in contact with Her dad left when she was a baby tho She sells charms and mini alters in boxes and potions But her and her mom had a chill childhood ish They stayed in group homes a lot just like as roommates with other small families So that rent is cheaper She moved out when she was 20 to get to know the world She tries to convince herself that that's what she's doing but she knows she's lying to herself But at least she can send money back to her mom But she feels like she has done nothing with her intelligence and her devotion

Tìm something elvish Half elf wizard Dark hair (their hair is actually naturally bright fucking ginger, but they dye it dark - the red is so bright tho, they can't get it to black, so in the sunlight it shines a rly pretty dark brown w a copper sheen) Pale Tall Thin Tim is constantly tired. Like they always acts like they just woke up Lovesssss playing with elements. Loves it. Doesn't like coffee they are a tea nerd tho Fighter girl's cousin Nb Taught fg's little brother magic til he honestly got better at it than them Tim's parents are actually really nice and cringe at fg's parents Tim's mom is fg's dad's sister So tims a big LGBT advocate actually and their parents as well Woke af Has a strangely small set of food they've ever actually eaten like Except nuts They know. ALL. The nuts. Loves the forest and cool rocks They are not suree what they wanna do in life thank god for supportive something

Sammy Oswald Chyanma Half elf, half gnome bard Blue eyes A McElroy™ Bard dude Plays like 83637483 instruments Has the humour and personality of the McElroy brothers p much He hangs out on the street corners and busks in the same city that medusa girl is in Rn he lives alone He is A half elf half gnome So he's p short He's lived alone for awhile He left his dad and his brother who were trying to "pressure" him into doing things that would be more beneficial to his future He's got like crazy depression tho and is very introverted so he kinda took it harder than it was meant His dad was actually super gentle about it and like was just worried that he wouldn't get out enough to make it as a bard He worries about him allllllllllll the time Loves cooking fresh shit Loves skin care and nail care Also draws lots n lots he's a good artist Mostly draws plants n landscapes And random strangers he sees while busking and thinks are pretty Anxious™ Had a chill childhood w his rambunctious older brother but his other dad died after getting into an argument with gnome dad and then leaving to go on a walk late at night and was killed by a rogue horse Brother became a hell of a lot less rambunctious after that Elf dad was the one who taught him all his instruments Which is also why he took the comments about not being able to make it as a bard quite hard Anyways He's really kinky actually Well More so he's up for anything but he's so damn shy that when does he ever get laid But girls think he's sweet and guys think he's an adorable twink He is both of those things Maybe he's not as much of a McElroy as I thought lol So yeah after awhile of being at home with everyone being sad and all that jazz he moved to a different city And has been in like an apartment complex ever since Quietly living next to loud neighbours and this one nice elf lady who swaps recipes with him Nice

The Blue Harper, AKA Abrielle Harper Human fighter Trans (transitioned/transitioning) female Dark, straight, medium length hair Pale Freckles Dark brown eyes Fairly short Medium build (Kinda like aubree tbh) Wears contacts Fighter girl Trans She is the 50's babydoll dress Cuz she loves dressing up cuz she's feminine af Would looooooooooooooove twitter but also hate it Human She has a younger brother who's a hella skilled magician Her parents don't like her cuz she's trans :/ But her brother loves her lots So he meets her and helps her transition with magic And she's so so so grateful but she's also a little embarrassed it makes her feel not strong Would steal dirt She follows birds rights activist religiously tbh Loves gourmet lollipops In fighter collage rn and she's good but she's also super ADD and her teachers love her but she's exasperating Her classmates don't like her at all lol Also she can't...pay... And doesn't have a job She's trying to get into an underground fighting ring as a job but they're sexist and don't think she's good enough Cuz it's run by a couple seniors from the school and none of the students like herrrr

enjoy

#mine #im.............sorry #ocs #my ocs #innalheid's ocs #the crew #i love my kids

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magical--imagines-blog · 7 years

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hey i wanna request something where the reader gets called a mudblood behind her back multiple times and fred weasley like always gets back at them because he actually likes her a lot? but at one point she gets into a fight with one of her bullies and fred saves her and takes the hits for her and after that like fluff and her taking care of him because he doesn't want to go to the hospital wing? does this even make sense? i love love love your writing so much!!!

WOW, this ended up being longer than I anticipated. I’m a little rusty since I haven’t written in a while so I hope you like it!

(A/N: So, for this made up Daniel character, I just looked up a random name generator and just took a name from there! Sorry if any of you are named Daniel! I’m sure you’re all wonderful people! Enjoy!)

=Protective❀Fred Weasley imagine=

You sadly dragged yourself into the Gryffindor common room, dropping your books on the floor, and slumped yourself into the couch in front of the fire. Your best friends, Fred and George Weasley, shared a concerned look. The two of them immediately came to your side and sat down with you.

“What’s got you down, sunshine?” Fred asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” you answered quietly, keeping your gaze on the fire.

“Nice try, (Y/N). We’ve known you for years,” George chimed in, placing his hand on your other shoulder.

“Yeah, we know when something’s wrong,” Fred added.

They were right. You’ve been friends with the twins for as long as you can remember. Your father worked with their father, Arthur Weasley, and became good friends with him. You remembered all the holidays spent with the Weasleys and how much fun you always had with them.

You hit it off with the twins the moment you met them. They were both just as mischievous and fun-loving as you, and the three of you have been friends since childhood. You all told each other everything. They were your best friends.

A sigh escaped your lips. “It’s Daniel,” you revealed.

“Daniel Paisley?” George questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“That pompous creep who acts like he’s better than everyone?” Fred commented.

“That’s the one…” You brought your knees up to your chest. The twins shared a look once more.

“What did he do, (Y/N)?” George asked softly.

“He called me a…” you closed your eyes and took in a breath. The thought of the word alone made you want to cry.

“He called me a mudblood,” you choked out. “In front of everyone! A-and this isn’t the first time he’s done it! Every time I walk by, or I’m near him, he’ll shout it out at me!” you were fuming.

Fred and George were silent for a bit, unsure of what to say.

“Want us to sneak some of our test products into his morning tea?” George asked.

A smile crept its way onto your face. “No, don’t do that. I just… I don’t understand what I did. I’ve never spoken to him, but ever since he found out that I’m a muggleborn… It’s been non-stop…”

The twins sat with you and comforted you, cracking jokes every now and then to try and get you to smile.

No doubt, George was upset about it, but although he didn’t show it, Fred was seething with anger.

Fred loved you. Not only as a friend, but so much more than that. He fell in love with how adventurous you were and how you always laughed at his jokes, even if they were bad. He loved how happy you’d get when the three of you would plan a prank, and it would make him smile watching your eyes light up as the prank would be executed.

He loved you, and hearing that Daniel hurt you made his blood boil.

+++THE NEXT DAY+++

You were walking back to the common room with Fred after dinner. George stayed in the Great Hall with Lee for a bit. As the two of you were walking, Daniel crossed your paths.

“Well, if it isn’t Fred Weasley and (Y/N),” He sneered.

“What do you want? Run out of first years to bully?” you scowled, crossing your arms.

“No, I just saw you two walking, and I’ve always wondered why a pureblood wizard is associating himself with the likes of you.”

“The likes of me?!” you shouted, angrily drawing your eyebrows together.

“I think you need to take a step back, mate,” Fred growled at him, stepping in between you and Daniel.

“Ooh, is Weasley here your little boyfriend?” Daniel mocked.

You felt your face heat up.

“You know what I want to know, Daniel?!” you paused, stepping out from behind Fred. “What is it that makes you think you’re somehow better than everyone else?!”

“I don’t think I’m better than everyone else. However, I know I’m better than you, you filthy mudblood,” Daniel spat in your face.

Those words hit you straight in the chest.

But as those words left his lips, you saw Fred punch Daniel straight in the face.

Your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped.

You thought that would be the last of it, but this began to turn into a full out fight. Students began crowding around Fred and Daniel, trying to see the action. You tried to reach in and hold Fred back, but you felt someone grab and pull you into the crowd. You turned around to see Ginny with a worried expression on her face.

“Fred! Stop, please! You’re gonna get hurt!” you cried out, but he couldn’t hear you over the roaring students.

“Out of the way, all of you!” a voice boomed.

Everyone turned around and immediately moved out of the way once they saw Professor McGonagall approaching. Students began to scatter to avoid being lectured by her and knocked you out of Ginny’s grip, giving you the opportunity to yank Fred away from the fight.

You looked over at Daniel. He looked like a mess; his face was red, covered in cuts, and he had a busted lip. Then you looked at Fred.

He had only gotten two cuts.

“Weasley! Paisley! Come with me, now!” Professor McGonagall demanded. You let go of Fred and the two boys immediately followed Mcgonagall. You watched as Fred walked behind her. Suddenly, he turned around, and his eyes locked on yours.

In that moment, you felt your heart leap.

+++

You sat in front of the fire with George in the common room, waiting for Fred to come back.

“I can’t believe I missed Freddie fighting that git. I bet that was a sight to see,” George said.

You nodded, but didn’t quite respond back. You were too distracted.

Your mind was racing with questions. Why did Fred fight Daniel? Why did he get so protective of you and put himself between you and Daniel?

Why?

As you gazed into the fire, you heard footsteps approaching. You quickly turned your head to the source of the sound, and felt an overwhelming feeling of relief when you saw Fred standing across the room.

“Fred!” You shouted, running over to him. You immediately threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. He smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

“Are you okay?” you asked once you pulled away, looking at the injuries on his face.

“You’re lookin’ pretty rough, Freddie,” George joked, walking over to the two of you.

“Yeah, but I’m still better looking than you, Georgie,” Fred smirked at his brother, and then looked back at you. “I’m fine, (Y/N).”

“Good,” you began. Then, you smacked him hard on his arm, causing Fred’s eyes to go wide. “What the hell were you thinking, Fred?!”

“I was thinking Daniel was running his mouth too much and that someone had to shut him up,” he shrugged, placing a hand on the spot on his arm where you hit him.

You looked down, rubbing your temples before looking back up at Fred. You locked eyes with him again and felt your heart leap again.

George noticed something was up.

“W-why aren’t you in the hospital wing?” you stammered, breaking eye contact with him.

“Well, McGonagall told me to go there, but I’d rather not have Madam Pomfrey poking at my face at this time of night, so I just came back here,” Fred answered, getting a small smile from you.

“You’re lucky my parents sent me to this school with a first-aid kit,” you chuckled. “I’ll be right back.” You then walked up to your room to find it, Fred watching as you left.

George narrowed his eyes on Fred, searching his face for an answer.

“You’re hiding something from me, Freddie,” George crossed his arms.

“What?”

“You fancy (Y/N), don’t you?” a grin began to form on George’s face.

“What?! No! We’re friends, that’s all!”

“Mhm, sure. I knew something was going on! Admit it, Freddie old boy, you’ve got the hots for (Y/N)!”

“Shh! Okay, fine! I do,” Fred whisper-shouted.

George’s eyes got wide. “Oh. I was actually joking with you.”

Fred rolled his eyes.

“You really love (Y/N)?” George whispered.

“Yes! Why do you think I got into a fight? No one deserves to be called what he called her, and (Y/N) definitely doesn’t deserve to be attacked by some creep like Daniel! She’s so good to everyone she meets and she’s funny and bloody brilliant and…” Fred sighed.

“She just doesn’t deserve to be unhappy, George. She’s such a wonderful person and just… Hearing what Daniel did-”

“It’s okay, Freddie, I get it. You did a good thing.” George placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder. “You have to tell her.”

“You’re barking. I’m not telling her that I love her, she’ll be freaked out,” Fred walked over to the couch and sat down.

“I found it!” you shouted from upstairs. You began to run back down to the common room. George walked by Fred and quietly said:

“If you don’t tell her, nothing will happen.”

And with that, he went up to his dorm.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and saw only Fred sitting on the couch.

“Where did Georgie go?” you asked, making your way over to Fred.

“Oh, he-uh-went to bed.” Fred stuttered, staring into the fire.

“Okay…” you set down the first-aid kit, pulled out everything you needed, and sat down next to Fred. You grabbed a cleansing pad and slowly began to disinfect his cuts.

As you cleaned his wounds, Fred didn’t take his eyes off you. You pretended not to notice, but you did, and your heart was racing. Your faces were so close.

You’ve always loved Fred. He was always there when you needed a friend, he made you laugh even when you didn’t want to, and he always knew how to make you smile.

But you were never sure of how he felt towards you. Sure, the two of you had moments where you thought there was something between you both, but they were just moments.

Right?

You finally finished cleaning his cuts and placed band-aids on them. You put everything back in the bag, and sat back on the couch.

“Don’t get into any more fights, Freddie,” you sighed, looking over at him.

“I’ll try. But if I do, at least I’ll know that I have someone to look after me,” Fred smirked, sending a wink your way. You felt yourself smile and your cheeks heat up. You turned back to the fireplace, but Fred’s gaze lingered on you for a bit before he looked away.

Silence filled the air between you two. The questions in your mind from earlier began to swarm your head once more.

“Fred?” you asked, breaking the silence.

“Hm?’

“Can I… Ask you something?”

“Of course. What’s up?” Fred turned his face to look at you.

“What happened today? You were just… Really protective and when Daniel called me a… Mudblood… You snapped.”

Fred took in a breath and stood up, running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s just… I hated how he talked to you. When you told us about how he was hurting you… I was already angry about it. And seeing him actually talk to you like that… I couldn’t stop myself. It all happened so fast and I didn’t even think. I just hit him.”

“Wait.” you got up and stood in front of him. “You did that because he was upsetting me?”

“…Yes.”

“Fred, why-”

“(Y/N), you don’t deserve to be hurt. You’re kind-hearted and funny and beautiful and the fact that Daniel is so close-minded and can’t see how amazing you are just boggles my mind.” Fred blurted. His eyes became wide once he realized what he said.

Your face turned red. “Do you really mean that?”

“I do.” Fred paused, letting out a breath. “I guess now’s a better time as any.”

Fred took a step towards you, making your heart speed up. You felt him gently take your hands in his, confusion taking over every fiber of your being. His hands were soft and warm.

“Fred, w-what are you doing?” you squeaked softly, gazing up at him.

“I need to tell you something…”

“Say it, then. You’re making me nervous,” you chuckled. Fred awkwardly chucked back and looked down at his feet.

“Okay…” he breathed. You anxiously waited for him to speak.

“(Y/N), I love you.” He said.

In that moment, every question you had about Fred was answered.

You felt your eyes widen, heat rising up your face. Your heart was racing, but you felt relieved. A smile began to form on your lips and you let out a little giggle.

“What? Say something,” Fred looked nervous, but tried to hide it with a smile.

“Fred, you’re so thick sometimes,” you laughed.

Now Fred looked confused. “Come again?”

“Fred, I love you, too.” you brought your hand up and rested it on his cheek.

“Yeah?” he placed his hand over yours.

“Yeah.” you smiled.

He let out a loud sigh of relief, causing you to laugh again.

“Why didn’t you say anything, Freddie?”

“Because… We’ve been friends since we were children. I thought that you’d only ever see me as friend,” he paused to slowly put his hands on your hips. “I didn’t want to ruin that.”

The two of you gazed at each other in silence for a few moments. Suddenly, you saw Fred’s eyes flicker down towards your lips. He saw you do the same.

There was no speaking. The two of you just slowly started leaning in towards each other. As your faces got closer, you felt his breath against your lips. You saw Fred smirk.

“What?” you murmured.

“Now I know why you were so upset that I asked Angelina to the ball last year,” He whispered, moving a strand of hair away from your face. “You looked gorgeous that night. I mean, you always do, but-”

“Fred, just kiss me.”

A wide grin formed on his face. He then immediately crashed his lips into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Fred snaked his arms around your waist, closing the remaining space between you two.

Everyone always talked about how they felt fireworks when they kissed someone they really clicked with.

You were feeling more than just fireworks.

After what seemed like forever, the two of you broke apart, completely breathless.

“Wow,” you breathed, resting your head against his chest.

“Yeah, wow,” Fred smiled to himself.

“Thank you, Fred,” you looked up at him.

“What for, love?”

“For sticking up for me. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t there today…”

Fred cupped your face in his hands, gazing at your features.

“I want to make you happy. I want to be the reason for that gorgeous smile of yours, and anyone who wants to do the opposite of that is an idiot.” Fred rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

❀THE END❀

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