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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 9 months

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Broken Doll

Red Leather and Running Mouths

Danger's Bitch

Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: top Dom, bottom Col, rough sex, insults, d/s undertones, overtones, and everything in between, bruising, bleeding, biting, fingering, anal sex, ruining furniture, feminization, spanking, MF hate, trying to put each other back together, Col being a brat, Dom being a slightly scary Dom (hopefully in a hot way), subspace 🚬 rating: explicit as fuuuuck 🩸

Dom took a breath as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He could feel his dick pulsing, barely contained by the thin soft material of his briefs. He hadn't been so hard in a while. He had always been a free spirit sex wise but there was something special about the rapper exposing himself on the floor. He always made the boy feel more than normal. No one pissed him off so much and drove him so wild. There was something about the Machine Gun that made him need to dominate. It felt as if he was in love with a sweet school bully or working out trauma from his childhood with the only safe person he ever met. His feelings for Colson never made sense but they didn't make sense together.

"I didn't come to fuck." He growled, reiterating what he'd already said as he watched the oversized stoner shiver and twitch with anticipation. Every note of his voice made the man jump, his beautifully painted nails tugging his cheeks open wider. It brought a smirk to the punk's face. "I came to take care of yas."

"You are! Fuck- you are! Only one who can give me what I need. Make me feel b-"

"Did I say you could speak or was I talking?" Dom's voice was flat and Kells whimpered, visibly sucking his lips between his teeth and biting down. "Tha's better." He sighed, crouching closer to run his finger slowly between the man's pink ass cheeks. "You 'urt me Cols. You 'urt me but I still came to take care of you. No one fucking works me up like you. No one. No one gets me like 'is. I don't bloody dom people." He huffed, resting his fingers on either side of the man's hole in a V and spreading him. It felt obscene and filled his cock somehow more. Everything between them felt obscene though. Colson was obviously tight but they loved it that way though he still hollowed his cheeks and sucked until saliva pooled on his tongue before he spit. His friend was so wound up he jerked at the feeling, grinding his dick on the ottoman. Dom's free hand slapped over his ass again, he hadn't given him permission to find pleasure yet. Fuck though he was a sight, the singer didn't realize how much he'd missed him.

God that was a lie to his own inner monologue- he knew how much he missed him because he thought about him every day. After everything he'd taken time off dating. Nothing measured up and he didn't want to risk himself. Of course he was more virile than most and he couldn't help but touch himself to thoughts and memories of that perfect ass. After spending a year in that mindset without the true relief of taking the bastard apart on his cock he was a little pent up. Maybe he was enjoying the squirming a little too much. "Is tha' enough?" He purred, leaning closer and spitting again before Kells could offer an answer.

"Fu-fuck me?" The rapper whimpered, his nails marking up his most sensitive skin and when he heard his lover chuckle he whined. Dom didn't do this for anyone else? He didn't do this for anyone else. No one could make him soft and pliant like the punk who owned him so easily. Women called him daddy and begged for his dick, he didn't even have to ask for sex let alone plead for it like he was about to if the boy didn't take him. No one gave him that sick needy feeling in his stomach. No one else would ever see him like he was. No, he was only Dom's bitch.

"You probably fink you deserve 'is. You probably fink I'm easy for you. I am. Me anger is easy for you. Me cock. Me 'eart." He sighed, circling the man's quivering hole with the tip of his finger. He teased until the man relaxed and then he pushed inside to the first knuckle. He knew his brat was fighting himself like a champ not to push back. "I should wear a fucking condom wiv yas. Who knows wha' ya 'ad ya filfy cock in. I mean it weren't much more 'an fucking a used pocket pussy so much of 'er were plastic."

Colson blinked slowly at those words and bit down on his lips again. He was pretty sure Dom hadn't meant to say that out loud but a part of him just loved him more. Catty bitch. His mouth popped free and he let himself moan before looking over his shoulder. "What was that?" He couldn't help but ask, a goofy grin on his face. It shouldn't please him so much but he knew how hard the boy fought to stay positive and kind. Hearing him angry made his cock jerk under him.

"Nuffin. Shut up. Do you 'ave one?" Dom asked with a blush on his cheeks but when Kells shook his head he arched a brow. "Bullshit."

"Maybe but… I'm safe. Please? Trust me?"

Jade eyes met blue and Dom knew he didn't realize how loaded that question was. He didn't know if he could trust him like before, the boy was too much a puppy and gave himself fully to anyone willing to show him love. "I shouldn't. I know better. Should wear one and make you suck it. Shite Kells you know you gonna bleed for me. You trust me? Wha' if I been fucking-"

"You haven't been." It was said so surely Dom almost spanked him again. He almost got up and left but… Colson was right. He hadn't. "You just said no one gets you like I do."

"Not sure tha' were a compliment." Dom whispered, surprised at himself he wasn't kicking the man's ass. The rapper smiled, proud of himself and all the suffering he'd caused. Not because he hurt the boy but because someone actually felt something for him. "Why you fucking grinning? You keep it up and you ain't getting fucked."

"Yeah I am." The man purred, letting his ass go so he could push himself off the ottoman and pull his shirt off.

"Oh?" There was a flip in Dom's stomach and a twitch in his cock. His balls felt so tight he thought he might bust just dry humping the bastard but that's not what either of them needed. Why was his brat being so… cute?

"Yeah." Col hummed as he wiggled out of his pants and crawled on top of the furniture. When he was settled on knees and forearms, naked as the day he was born, and presenting like some bitch in heat he looked back at his lover and slowly let his thighs spread until his dick hit the leather and his legs were parted slut wide over the footrest. His toes were curled against the floor, his body spread in a way that kept him vulnerable and off kilter. He knew his dom loved it best when he had complete control. "Cause you love me." He tried to keep his voice a tease but butterflies filled his stomach and his heart raced. If Dom said no he might break for good. Shatter like all the glass on the floor.

"Fuck off. Jus' fuck right off! Fucking wanker you is. Absolute bloody brat. Did I say you could move or talk?" He tried so hard to ignore the feeling in his chest. How dare the man be so… so… right. Dom could feel himself shaking with something between rage and lust and that was fucking it. He stripped his underwear off, stalking close to the man and he threw his leg over Colson's back, riding him to the ottoman. The rapper groaned, his arms going out from under him before his skin slapped the leather and Dom smirked at the sounds. He grabbed for his lover's arms, yanking them behind his back and he wrapped his briefs around his wrists and tied them tight. "You lucky I don't shove em down ya fhroat. 'Ow dare you fink you can talk to me like tha'." He growled, looking over his prone pet before he tangled his fingers tight in blonde hair and pulled his head back, tilting his face up for a rough and messy kiss. Everything felt filthy and rough and he had pent up aggression to work out on that pretty little ass but for just a moment he let his lips admit the bastard was right. Kisses weren't fucking, kisses were making love.

Colson whimpered against his lover's lips. The boy's tongue was filling his mouth like he needed his hole to be but he savored the softer moment and the feeling he knew the punk was trying to get across. He tugged at his restraints and tried not to buck down against the leather but he was getting more desperate by the second. He could feel the dom's cock leaking against his spine, the silky skin of his foreskin and pearly smears of precum just made his need worse. So much worse. There was a soft noise falling from his lips that Dom swallowed before it escaped but he still felt like the bitch he was. Only for him.

Dom pulled back, his chest heaving in the wake of such a dizzying kiss. He tossed the man down, shoving his cheek against the furniture before he crawled off and walked to stand between those spread lanky legs. He let saliva pool on his tongue as he admired the sight of Col's sweat slick shivering tatted back. Part of him wanted to keep berating him, maybe if he kept snarling he wouldn't feel the truth. He might have Kells a begging bitch of a mess but he was just as hard up for him. He hadn't just come running to help. The man didn't just bring out the good in him, he brought out something no one else could. For good or toxic he loved him.

Damn him.

Colson went silent as he listened for his lover's next move but Dom was quiet as a mouse. He tried to reach down to help spread himself again but with his hands tied he couldn't. He knew the punk was enjoying this but honestly… he wasn't as nervous as he used to be. Something had changed for him in that moment. He trusted Dom, he knew he'd be taken care of, he knew the boy felt more for him than he'd like to admit. His cock was pounding, his stomach full of butterflies, his need was so intense it was burning through him but it was almost making him feel at peace. Fuck he'd missed being spread out for the guy.

Dom spit in his palm and slicked his dick as best he could before gripping Col's hips bruising tight. He tugged him close, placing one knee against the furniture, the other foot finding purchase on the floor. It had been over a year since he felt himself surrounded by his favorite place and he was going to fuck the bastard silly until all he could think was of him. If he heard that bitch's name one more time for the rest of the day he would punish him. It was just that simple. He couldn't drive Dom so far up the wall and get away with it. "Are you done being a brat?" He huffed, grinding his precum and spit wet tip over Col's needy hole, his hips bucking hard enough he felt himself catch against him.

"Fuck yes- please? Be so good." The rapper whimpered, flexing his cheeks to try and tempt the boy more. Every thrust had Dom's cockhead hooking against his hole and tugging and the tease was driving him wild. He could feel his own dick leaking against the leather, probably ruining the furniture he picked out with- no. He wouldn't think about her but he did let himself grin that his lover's first move here was helping him ruin something she loved. "Just so you know she wants this shit." He explained offhandedly and he caught the boy grinning.

"I should take a bloody picture but I'll jus' 'elp ya stain it up." Dom chuckled darkly and the sound tickled over Col's skin like spiked silk. Something soothing with a shock of surprise to keep you on your toes. Dom would never let him relax completely. The boy with ADHD was Col's version of Adderall, nothing got him as wired. Nothing had him as addicted as those plush pillow lips and thick hard cock. "Now bite the fucking leather and 'old on."

"I…" Kells trailed off, flexing his hands under Dom's chest and the boy laughed as if to say 'exactly'. A soft whine escaped him but of course he obeyed, turning his head and closing his teeth around the edge. He knew before long he'd be moaning like the slut he was but daddy got what daddy asked for- not that he'd be caught dead calling him that.

Dom pushed himself up and watched as the tip of his cock disappeared inside his lover's rosey tight hole. He couldn't help wondering if there were tiny scars left from their first night together and if he'd make new ones in the tissue paper skin. His lip rolled between his teeth as his foreskin was forced back and precum eased his glide inside but fuck- his brat was tight. He could hear Kells whining already, the man was squirming and panting and trying to push back but he just kept riding him down until flesh pressed to flesh. He was home. Everything was right.

The pace he found was as rough as his kiss had been and he groaned at the way his lover clenched. Every pull out was a fight, every thrust deep felt like heaven. It was a nearly dry fuck but Dom was always wet as a girl, at least when he was dicking Col down. He could see pink coating his cock and he tried not to let that thrill him. He didn't want to hurt the man but… maybe he did. Kells didn't have a word of protest. "Filfy fucking whore you is. At least ya pussy still tight."

Colson moaned. He could feel his cheeks turning as pink as his asshole probably was but he loved when his dominant debased him. They hadn't really tried feminization before but he knew he started it. "Just for you." He repeated himself slurring and got spanked again for the effort. His hands fought to escape their binding, he needed to touch but he knew he wasn't allowed. All he could do was try to breathe and focus on the searing pleasure-pain and the way his hole throbbed in time with his racing pulse. Dom bucked too hard and his cock almost slipped free, the next thrust deep felt bruising as they squelched back together and he cried out, almost choking. Shit his lover was wet. Somehow he'd almost forgotten but that was his first thought when he felt the punk's dick down his throat. It always made him jealous.

Dom bit his lip until it was close to bleeding, he could barely control himself but he almost broke the moment he slammed back inside his brat. His strokes got shorter, their bodies slapping together with every thrust. They were sweat shiny and he knew he was drooling on the man, but nothing mattered more than forcing his bitch to that peak just on his cock. His hold on Col's hip tightened and he pulled him up, angling his next plunge down until the rapper was almost sobbing from need. He could feel his dick catching against that swollen spot and he knew he had the man broken and bleeding enough he was lost. He was floating. But Dom would prove himself damnit. Only he could take the bastard apart like that.

"Like tha' don't yas? Pretty little slut. You know you gonna be- fuck Cols- gonna be a mess. Want tha' don't ya? Be a broken fuck doll for me? Dripping me cum?" Normally he was quiet in bed but Colson brought something out in him. He could still remember demanding the man to watch himself in the mirror. "Tha's the real you." He growled, slowing his hips enough to aim hard and deep. Nails clawed at his stomach, long limbs spasmed under him, and Kells moaned and whimpered.

The man groaned, he was almost hiccuping he was so worked up. That golden coil was pulled so tight he was shaking but with every catch against that spot only Dom could seem to hit right; he was falling deeper into that floating warm headspace and closer to heaven. He tried to speak but it came out a gurgled cry, he was choking on spit and lust. He could still feel the burn but it was just heightening the pleasure and when teeth teased his shoulder he screamed. "Cum." It was short and to the point, a command not an offer and Colson obeyed as if he was just another instrument Dominic had mastered.

The rapper shook through his orgasm, his hole clenching so tight Dom could barely pull out but he didn't need to. No, just the man's reaction would push him over the edge. His teeth bit down as his hips rocked rough, his cock grinding deep inside his lover. He sucked a mark into Col's skin, claiming him in such a simple way but it soothed the anger inside him and he finally let go. Maybe this was Colson but it was him too and as he fell over that edge he let himself admit it. White heat filled and spilled out of that tight pink hole and he let himself silently worship his lover. His. "Mine."

Colson thought he heard Dom speak but he couldn't pay attention to anything besides the feel of cum getting fucked back out of him. It was like even after orgasm the boy couldn't stop but finally when they were both trembling from overstimulation Dom slowed and untied his wrists before he laid against his spine. He couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything besides shake and try to slow his ragged breaths. No one could fuck him up- or fuck him like Dominic. He certainly felt like a broken open doll and he loved it. For once he didn't feel like making a joke and dismissing everything that just transpired and when the kid rolled them to their sides and held him close he let him. More than anything he just wanted to float in the fuzzy pink cloud and be grounded by the arm around his chest and the growing soft cock keeping him plugged full. More than anything he finally wanted to fucking rest.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Hope this measured up to all you hoped it would be. I love writing these boys even if they're a little more messy and rough than my other versions. I'm not sure if I'll do more or go straight back to the other but maybe if y'all like it I'll do another. Let me know 🚬🖤

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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Roller disco night in the club at the beach

Can you imagine the absolute ✨flair✨ hatter would use to announce and participate in this soon to be beloved event?

Would participation be mandatory?

Would militants still be scary on roller skates?

You’re the only one with the answers we’re all desperate to know

Roller Disco

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Chishiya Shuntaro, Niragi Suguru, Arisu Ryohei, Usagi Yuzuha, Kuina Hikari (Not named, but she's there briefly)

Genre: Fluff. Roller Disco, baby!

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I have done it! I have made the rollerskating thing a thing! I tried my best to make it as fun as possible, and even if legally you can't build a whole rink in a few days or so, this is fiction and time is a construct! I am a Time Snipper! Hehe! >:3c!

Anyways I do hope you have fun reading this. :D

Being the higher ranking members to the Beach, the sole place that had a constant source of food, water, drugs, and electricity, they got the special privilege of having to deal with Hatter a whole lot more than anyone else in the Beach.

Sometimes that meant they were dragged into his silly schemes that Hatter would concoct on a sheer whim, out of boredom and the rule that stated they were allowed to do whatever they want whenever they want. It’s led to strange ideas and occurrences, but usually they were harmless.

Today was similar, Hatter rounding up the executives and militants to the meeting room, as well as Arisu and Usagi. The latter weren’t high ranking at all, left around the 40s in the ranks, but Hatter seemed to enjoy them nonetheless.

Everyone takes their usual seat around the table, save for Last Boss continuing to stand despite the perfectly normal seat, which was taken by Arisu instead. Usagi stood nearby him, everyones attention on the leader to this entire organization. Hatter grins at them, visually brimming with excitement and a new idea that he just had to get out to his inner circle, standing up and scanning everyones expression. It ranged from faces of neutrality, boredom, and slight interest from a few, nobody matching the sheer excitement that Hatter was holding in.

After a few moments of silence, Aguni speaks up, hands folded in his lap and eyes staring straight through Hatter’s favourite sunglasses. “ Mind telling us what this is about?” His voice was tired but inquisitive, Hatter grinning and straightening to his full height, holding his arms out like he was the next coming of a flying squirrel.

“ Yes, yes! Well, I have decided that we, as Beach members, should be allowed to have access to even more fun than ever before, and I hear one of the rooms here is perfectly empty and ready to be used as something that not every place has ever seen before! People here are allowed to do whatever, yes? But there is only so much you can do here without getting bored from the usual sights, so I thought of a brilliant idea!”

“ And that is….?” Aguni’s eyebrow raises up a little, overall not knowing where he was getting at. Hatter just continues to imitate a lowercase T while emitting his usual cheerful chaotic energy.

“ We’re gonna open up roller disco!”

There was several minutes of stunned silence, everyone looking straight at the still eager tomato waterfall, Chishiya’s lip quirking in a half-amused half-mocking smile. Niragi just squints at Hatter, a look of confusion clea on his face. The others were mostly just stunned to the point where their expressions didn’t really change much, give or take minute amounts of confusion.

“ Roller….. disco.” Aguni echoes, flabbergasted. “ You want roller disco." “ Yes! Yes! It’ll be a blast for the Beach! It’ll give them some extra steam to burn off, and it’ll be fun for everyone! Who doesn’t love a good disco?” “ Who likes dancing to disco nowadays? That’s fucking boring.” Niragi pipes up, his lips curled into a mocking sneer. He scoffs, leaning back in his seat. “ And think about it, not everyone would know how to roller-skate and not look like a fucking fool. Hell, I bet the cracked egg over there doesn’t know.” He snorts, glancing at Chishiya, who ignores his glare and keeps his attention on anything else of interest to him. “ Bet you’ll just eat shit and knock yourself out on the rink.” He imitates a person with a hand, crashing it into the table with an exaggerated noise from his mouth, ending it with his tongue sticking out and a bark of a laugh.

Chishiya glances at him, eyes flicking from his face down and back up again in a smooth manner, and his lips curl again, Niragi glaring at him. “ Perhaps it’ll be your fate too~” He chimes, Niragi narrowing his eyes at the smug vanilla eclair. Aguni has to wave him down before Niragi had the chance to leap over the table to strangle Chishiya, or even pick up his gun off the table and threaten Chishiya any more.

Hatter hums at the rebuttal anyways, taking it into consideration. “ Well, then they’ll just have to suck it up and learn if they want to roll with us! The more the merrier that loves roller disco the better! Say, who thinks this is a great idea!” He raises his hand in favour, and the others quickly discuss among themselves, Hatter still vibrating with sheer joy and the thought of going rollerskating with everyone and seeing how many people make a fool of themselves so he can talk about it later in his chambers.

Eventually, a few of them raise their hands in favour, taking the majority of the total group, Hatter’s lips stretching even wider as they agreed with him.

It takes a few days before the rink was ready, a few of them having to go around and look for people with any skill in architecture and craftsmanship to eventually renovate some old rooms into a large, functional rollerskating rink. It took a little bit, but eventually the rink was approved to be skated on. Hatter even took the time to make sure the aesthetics were perfect, setting up a real disco ball in the center and painting parts of the room with fluorescent paint and arming black lights everywhere.

Then came the announcement. It was during his usual game announcements, Hatter standing over the hundreds of Beach members with a proud grin. “ Hello everyone! I know we are all excited to go out and collect cards so that we may soon get out of the Borderlands as quickly as we can, but we have a very special announcement to make before I send you all on your ways to do your best in returning the cards!” Hatter throws his hands out to the crowd, a handful of confetti flying out of his hands, soon accompanied by Kuzuryuu and Aguni setting off the confetti cannons they had in their hands at the same time, raining confetti throughout the awed crowd.

“ Now, as people may have rumoured throughout our beloved Beach, there has been a special surprise coming to everyone for a while, down in the east wing! It’s been many days, many hours of long hard work done by a group of our hardworking people, but we have finally done it! As a gift to all of us, in celebration of still fighting onwards, I, Hatter, am proud to announce that we have built a rollerskating rink for everyone to enjoy at all hours of your time! And what’s more, it’s not just regular rollerskating, but the most greatest version of all: Roller Disco!” Hatter raises his arms out with a grin, people by instinct cheering him on and applauding, many getting excited off of one another and from the thought of a new place to hang out and play. Hatter looks down among his people, giddy from being able to reveal his newest thought baby, and starts his usual encouragement to the Beach about the games and collecting their cards, sending them into a positive uproar of pride and joy before everyone filed out the doors to their possible deaths.

By the time Hatter was back, having gone to a game with his good pal Aguni, people were already flooding the room for the new rink, people skating around in circles and having a good time. It settled a warm spot in Hatter’s heart, the man running off to snatch a pair for himself to try it. In the frenzy he lost Aguni for a bit, but when he comes back out in bright white skates with orange tips and black laces, he sees Aguni already on the rink slowly making his way around by himself. Hatter doesn’t hesitate to get inside and catch up to him, grinning at his long time friend. “ Having fun?” Hatter chirps through the disco music blasting through the speakers, Aguni slowly nodding as he gets comfortable and speed up, people trying their best to skate out of the way from Aguni skating past them with a rather concentrated expression. It only made Hatter laugh, watching Aguni scare off the more frightened skaters by sheer appearance. Hatter knew Aguni never means to, he just was a more serious guy and wanted to concentrate on not eating ass in the rink.

Hatter pauses, laughing to himself. He supposes there’s nothing wrong with that~

A bit later he spots a few of his cherished other high ranked members make their way onto the scene, a few missing from either him missing them entirely or not wanting to skate at all.

Among them was Niragi and Chishiya, of course, Hatter unable to hear the taller charred rock through the music, but still getting the feeling it was one of challenge. The smaller rock of the two apparently accepted as they speed off, trying to out-skate the other. From what Hatter got to see, Niragi was quite literally pushing everyone aside in his race around the rink in order to get past, Chishiya preferring the route of dodging and even disappearing straight form Hatter’s higher vantage point before reappearing meters away from where he was last seen. It was actually impressive.

That woman that Chishiya was always with was there as well, helping a very confused Beach member on the rink as they stumbled like a wee fawn with their proud and stable mother. Something like that, at least. Hatter chuckles, still cruising along as disco pounded in his ears and people laughed around him, some tumbling and others gliding as if one air. Hell, he might’ve even seen someone with bright pink Hello Kitty skates reading a book while they skated, which was fucking magnificent.

Yeah, he wasn’t regretting this idea at all.

Even when he sees poor Arisu immediately skate straight into a wall at hyperspeeds and flip over the wall while Usagi skates after him.

Yep, no regrets.

#aib #alice in borderland #aib fanfic #alice in borderland fanfic #hatter #takeru danma #morizono aguni #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #arisu ryohei #usagi yuzuha #kuina hikari #look at them go!! nyooming around!#hatter can say anything he wants and somehow he gets it done :D #who won the race? that's for you to decide :)#yes hatter's rollerskates are duck shaped what of it-#everything is so shiny yet dark in there and soooooo loud #remember to brace yourself when going in :3 #the laws of building no longer applies to me this rink is perfectly safe i swear-

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rwbyremnants · 4 years

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Hey everyone. This might be the last chapter I post for a while. Just have not had the headspace for writing of any kind the past few months. Wish I could blame it on the pandemic but I can't really, I think my brain's just broken haha. But I will try to do some more work on it soon, I promise. Until then I hope you all take care of yourselves and have a great Halloween!

=Chapter 22

Arriving in school on Monday morning felt quite strange to Weiss. Like it was somewhere she didn’t belong anymore. The hallways were the same, the teachers and bells to signal each class starting, the dreary atmosphere of students who wished they could be out having fun instead of toiling away. But she felt like a different person than she had been - as if she had outgrown that environment. Technically, she knew that was true in the sense that she would soon be going off to college.

Where would that leave her Dragons status? Where would that leave her and Yang? The future was generally something she never had to contemplate before. Given her father's relentless pushing, she expected to go to school for business and segue into a position at Schnee Communications - eventually taking over the reins when he retired. Now, that might not even be a possibility anymore if her parents wound up divorcing each other. Her father certainly wasn't going to have much interest in grooming her to take his place after all that had happened! For the first time in her life, the future was scary instead of exciting.

A hand on her shoulder startled her from her deep thoughts. Turning, she saw Pyrrha smiling at her, the picture of stalwart friendship.

“Did I lose you for a minute there?”

“Sorry,” Weiss whispered as they continued on toward class. “Feels like I'm losing my mind. How did my life turn into this? Did I really do something that awful to cost me my whole future?”

“Wow, those are deep thoughts. May I make a suggestion?” When Weiss didn't respond, she bowed her head very slightly as they walked. “Focus on the here and now. Don't worry about what you can't change because you can't. Do your best in school, check in on Yang. Help your mother through this difficult time. I… know I can't fully understand what you've been through, but driving yourself crazy about it won't solve anything, will it?”

“But my own father tried to hurt me! Tried to hurt both of us! How am I just supposed to get over that?”

Pyrrha's smile slipped away as if it had never been there. “You're right. Gosh, it's such a terrible thing… I'm sorry. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.”

“No… you're right. I should be the one to apologize. This whole situation is insane, and here you are, doing your best to help me through it and I'm just… ugh. Don't pay any attention to me.”

By then, they were in the classroom and needed to be quiet. Weiss continued to contemplate her life throughout the period, chewing on the end of her pencil while her mind raced around in useless circles. There was really nothing she could do. Eventually, she focused on her work, as Pyrrha had suggested; maybe she had a good point. At the very least, it made her feel as if she had purpose.

Between classes, she found Blake waiting for her at her locker. The Italian Dragon seemed to have a lot on her mind, as well.

“Is something wrong?” she asked immediately.

“Not really. Except… well, Mom didn't make it home until really late last night. This… never mind. Maybe that's none of my business to ask about.”

At that, Weiss couldn't help grinning from ear-to-ear. “Ohhhh. A little worried, are we? I didn't think you got worried.”

“Shut up, Schnee. Do you know what happened or not? She was tired and ignored my questions.”

“She was helping my mother. As it turns out, there were a lot of financial papers and things to sort through, but she thinks she might have a way to help us keep our house. Even if Father leaves us. Not that I understand all of it - or most of it, even. But it’s promising.”

That certainly shut Blake up for a moment. She leaned back against the locker, staring down at her boots and mulling that over in her head. Weiss expected her to reply eventually, but when she never did, she leaned against the neighboring locker alongside her friend.

“The two of them seemed to be getting along famously. It's… strange to think about your parents having friends, the same way we have friends. Is it kooky for me to hope they keep getting along?”

“Hmm…” Blake held her chin in her hand. “My mom is pretty… friendly. Oh well.” Trying to waft that subject away, she asked, “Heard from Yang?”

“Not yet,” she sighed. “Kali said she would escort me over there tonight, so her mother doesn't try to choke me again.”

“Wild,” she laughed, and Weiss smiled. After a few seconds of that shared moment stretched on, she said, “Hey. Sorry about being such a… I don't know. Whatever it is I am all the time. Annoying, negative, grouchy. Especially with everything you have going on at home. That’s terrible, and I probably wasn’t helping.”

She waved a hand to dismiss the sentiment. “It's alright.”

“It's not. You're pretty cool, Daddio.”

The unexpected praise only made her grin widen further. Blake rolled her eyes and immediately walked away, clearly not wanting to confront so many emotions in one day. But it couldn't erase the truth: little by little, the Dragons really were accepting her as one of their own.

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At lunch, Weiss only stopped by the table where her new friends congregated for a brief moment, to check in and assure them everything was alright. Then she made a beeline for the one up front where she expected to find…

“Ruby!”

The girl started again before flashing a nervous little smile. “Oh, hey, Weiss! Here you are again! Talking to me! For… some reason!”

“Because you're my friend,” she told her with a patient little smile as she sat down. “Listen… I don't know if you heard about it, but Yang…”

“Oh.” Her silver eyes pointed down at the table. “That. Yeah, Uncle Qrow told me. He still has contacts in that old crowd of his.”

“Really?” Penny asked, reminding them that she was also at the table. “What did he tell you?”

“The accident really wasn't that bad,” Weiss pressed in a quiet voice, reaching over to pat Ruby's forearm. “She got a bunch of bruises and scratches, and dislocated her shoulder. As long as she takes it easy on that shoulder for a little while, she should heal up right as rain in no time. I promise.”

Ruby breathed a sigh of relief. “That's good. I know she hates me, but I really do worry about her, y’know?”

“Don’t say that. Yang doesn’t hate you at all. She’s just…” How could she put this that wouldn’t make things seem worse than they were? Luckily, she had put a lot of thought into what she was going to say, even if she was second-guessing herself now. “I think - and maybe I’m wrong, so don’t blame me if I am - I think her mother has really poisoned her against you and your uncle. She seems to see everyone but Yang as the enemy. So even though she doesn’t hate you, I think she feels like talking to you or him is some kind of… I don’t know. Betrayal?”

“Yeah, maybe.” She sounded a lot smaller now. “Thanks for stopping by. I’ll… think about that, I guess?”

Why did she have the feeling she was being dismissed? “Oh. I, um, I can go if you want.”

“Don’t you want to? I mean, didn’t you come over here to tell me about Yang? You told me. I don’t want to make you hang around here any longer than you needed to.”

“What?” Her sullen demeanor suddenly made a lot of sense; she thought Weiss was only hanging around her to talk about Yang. Which was near enough true, all things considered, even though she had begun to think of her as a friend beyond that single connection. “Ohhh… oh, Ruby, it’s not like that. I just… I thought you would be concerned about your sister, that’s all.”

“Not really. She doesn’t like me, so what’s the point?” Her tone of voice betrayed her true feelings; she was trying not to care.

“Why do you think no one likes you? I do, and so does Yang. I’m really sorry if that didn’t come across.” Then she reached over to gently shake her by the shoulder. “Hey. Let’s go over to Yang’s tonight.”

Her eyes went round as she glanced up at Weiss. “Ohhhh that’s a bad idea. You thought it was bad when her mom pointed that gun at you - wait until you see what she’ll do to me! Ever since Summer stole Dad, she thought I was a waste of space!”

She wanted to argue against that mentality, but she couldn’t. How could she know Raven’s inner thoughts? Or Summer’s - especially since she was no longer alive? But she didn’t want to wait until she understood everything before intervening in what she saw as a grave injustice.

“No.”

“What?”

“Nope, those aren’t reasons to not visit your sister,” she said firmly, hands on her hips. It made her elbow gouge into Penny’s side, but the firmness of her stance was more important at the moment. “We’re going.”

“What if I don’t want to?” she said softly, looking away.

“We both know that isn’t true. And I know that Yang wants to see you, even if you don’t know it - even if Yang doesn’t know it. We’ll go with Kali; she seems to be pretty good at keeping Raven from roughing anyone up.”

Blinking, she whispered, “Who’s Kali?”

“Oh - it’s, um, it’s Blake Belladonna’s mother.”

“You call her mom by her first name? Wow… the Dragons really are crazy hep cats.”

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The minute classes ended, Weiss approached Blake and asked her if it would be alright if they went to her house after cheer practice let out. Though she was sneering very slightly at Ruby the whole time - who seemed to magically shrink from the attention - she relented. They had a little problem, now: how could they all get over there on a single motorcycle?

Pyrrha solved that problem. They followed Blake there in her car. Weiss opted to sit in the backseat with Ruby, explaining beforehand to her friend that the girl was nervous and would need more support.

“So,” Pyrrha began, glancing into the rearview mirror as they turned a gentle curve. “I’ve been wondering about something.”

“What?” Weiss asked.

“No, about Ruby.” The girl started at being addressed. “Why do you wear that hooded shirt in school? It isn’t exactly fashionable. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course! I’m merely curious.”

Her arms wrapped around the red cotton garment. “It used to belong to my parents. Dad gave it to Mom when they were in school, and she left it to me when she died.”

“Oh,” Weiss breathed.

“Oh?” Pyrrha asked. But she caught the sad look in Ruby’s eyes via the reflection and didn’t dare comment further.

Weiss knew her best friend would rather die herself than make someone else uncomfortable, so she tried to fill the void in the conversation. “It looks very warm. Does… it keep you warm?”

“Yeah,” Ruby breathed. Sensing they weren’t sure what else to say, she tried for a weak little smile. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s been a long time since we lost her. It’s just hard, having no parents; Uncle Qrow is great, but he can’t replace my dad, or my mom. But it only hurts when I really sit there and think about it, y’know?”

The other two nodded, not sure what else to say on the subject. Maybe it was best left alone.

Kali fawned over Ruby as much as Weiss expected. The unexpected bit was that she didn’t flirt with her. Flirting was such a prominent part of the woman’s personality that she had begun to suspect she didn’t know how to turn it off. Apparently, that wasn’t the case.

“She’s a girl,” Kali whispered back when confronted with that, while they were fetching drinks from the kitchen. Blake had been glaring at Ruby when they ducked out, but Pyrrha helped to distract her while Ruby called her uncle to let her know where she was and what she was doing. “Honestly, Weiss, what must you think of me?”

“Doesn’t seem to stop you from flirting with me, does it?”

“No, you’re a woman. A young one, but a woman nonetheless. That poor child out there is not ready for that kind of teasing and I wouldn’t dream of attempting it, even as a joke. Could use a mother as much as you could.” As she handed her the pitcher of lemonade and began to fetch tumblers, she said, “Besides, I’ve barely ruffled your feathers and we both know it.”

Stamping her foot, she snapped, “You said you would ‘make me see stars’!”

“Yes, but I didn’t actually do it, now, did I? Nor did I take you to any quiet, secluded spots at Lookout Point, nor did I offer a massage of dubious platonicness.” Her hand paused mid-movement. “Is that a word? ‘Platonicness’? Oh well, unimportant.”

Weiss supposed that was true. Even though she had been flirting fairly heavily, it never quite approached the level of seriousness that Yang's flirtations had. They were more on par with Blake’s - which she supposed made sense, since they were related. Rather forward compared to the few boys who had flirted with her, but also half in jest. If she had to put her finger on the reason it felt stronger from Kali, it was because the older woman was so much more confident than the girls her own age. Maybe she had been reading too much into those situations, after all.

And maybe it didn't matter anymore. Unless she had missed her guess, Blake's mother now had designs on her own. What an insane development! But again, she could just be seeing things that weren't there. Kali had also been very kind to Pyrrha and Yang, and any other young Dragon whom she deemed lacking in the parental affection department. She was a very warm and loving woman all around.

“I'm not really sure,” Ruby said between sips of her lemonade, once they were all seated comfortably in the living room. Although Blake looked a little bit less comfortable than the others - but then again, she always seemed on edge unless it was just the younger Dragons hanging out at Shopkeeper’s. “But I think he was already out by the time I went to live with him. So was Yang's mom.”

“That part, I know quite well,” Kali muttered, more to herself than anything. Weiss winced; none of them really wanted to dig into that topic too deeply at all. “I do remember what Qrow was like when he left to rejoin the Huntsmen, but completely lost track of him after that.”

The girl's narrow shoulders shrugged. “No idea. But this is pretty weird, being with people from my dad's old gang. Have… you heard from him?”

The anxiousness in Ruby’s features made Kali answer in a gentler tone. “Sorry. I wish I could say differently, but the last I heard of Taiyang was when he stepped down as High Dragon, and then when he and Raven split up.”

“I'm glad they did, or they wouldn't have been able to make me,” she joked feebly.

“That's very true. I think it was best for everyone involved - including making sure I got to meet such a little sweetheart.” Ruby's smile widened, and she laughed. “See?”

Blake rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. “Yeah, yeah, what a kitten. You still haven't answered my question, Mom.”

“Blake…” With a heavy sigh, she turned her attention to her daughter, hands folded in her lap. Apparently, she hadn’t wanted any lemonade for herself. “I did. Raven would probably only accept Ruby coming into her house because she's family. I thought you could glean from it that you coming along would be unwise.”

“But I want to see her! How is it fair that you guys can go check on my best friend but I can't? How?! Ruby's her sister, sure, but who the hell are you? Or Weiss? Or this other redhead?”

Holding up both of her hands in self-defense, Pyrrha flashed her a weak smile. “Oh, I agree with you; it's not my place to go in and visit your friend. I'll either head straight home from here, or wait outside.”

“Good,” she grumbled.

“But don't you think you're being a little unfair to Weiss? She and Yang have become very close. I know she would bring you along if it were up to her, but it isn't. It's up to Yang's mother.”

The irritation only seemed to deepen in Blake's features, but at least it had a new direction. “Damn her… who does she think she is, deciding who Yang can talk to? The Queen of England?”

“You really don't have to do all this for me,” Ruby put in with an awkward squirm, uncomfortable at Blake resenting her for her ‘spot’ on the guest list. “I'm nobody to you.”

“You're my friend,” Weiss insisted. “I know we've only talked a few times, and… that's my fault. There's just been so much going on, and I've been neglecting Pyrrha…”

The minute she was named, the Greek athlete giggled nervously. “Hey, I haven't felt neglected! Well… not much. And I know you can't help it; you never asked for your father to be such a- that is, for what's happened to happen. Please don’t think my feeling left out means I actually blame you for it, especially when we still see each other fairly often. Things will settle down soon; I’m sure of it.”

Her hand went to the bandage covering the welt on her cheek. “I hope so. Still, it's no excuse to forget about my friends - all my friends.” She stood with her hands on her hips. “Ruby Rose!”

“U-uh, yes? What?”

“You will come with Pyrrha and I to my house after we visit Yang!”

The silver eyes went wider in surprise. “I will? I mean, um, y-yeah! That sounds… great?” She glanced at Pyrrha as if for support, but the taller teenager only shrugged. “Yeah! Though I'm not really sure… why?”

“Didn't I make that clear? You're my friend, and I want you to start feeling like it. We could go to the malt shop instead, if you would rather. I just…” She swallowed hard before she continued. “You were right; even though you didn’t say it, I’ve only been talking to you because you’re Yang’s sister, and that isn’t fair.”

“Oh, no, I never-”

“So we’re going to be real friends from now on. That’s final!”

This time, Ruby was a little bemused along with her confusion. “Um… okay. Okay, good! Sounds neato keen - let’s get a malted after we visit Yang!”

“Or - we could go get one now, and then bring it to Yang! Couldn’t we?” Looking unsure, she turned to Kali. “Could we?”

Chuckling at Weiss’s enthusiasm, Mrs. Belladonna stood again and began to shoo the girls toward the kitchen. “I’ll show you how to make them right here, so we won’t even have to steal the diner’s glasses. I’m afraid they’ll have to all be chocolate; I don’t have any strawberries on hand. But I always have plenty of Ovaltine.”

That made Ruby’s face light up even brighter. “Oh my gosh! I love Ovaltine! So rich and chocolatey! I always imagine that I’m sharing a glass with Little Orphan Annie herself…”

Though Weiss could just barely catch the words “What a square” from Blake, muttered very quietly, she also noticed the hesitant smile on her lips. Ruby could probably win just about anyone over.

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Fighting their way into Raven’s home went a lot smoother than it had the last time. She still threatened them with a butcher knife, and they had to wait for her and Kali to finish their staring contest before they could be let through. Ruby’s insistence that the malts were melting seemed to help, against all reasoning. After an even more sour glare pointed down in the younger girl’s direction, the woman lowered the knife and stomped into her kitchen without so much as a word.

“That’s going to keep being a problem,” Kali sighed as they walked through.

“Yes, it is.” Weiss perked up slightly and stopped. “Is that… Johnny Mathis coming from the kitchen?” The instant she mentioned it, the music stopped. “Never mind.”

As they kept moving again, Kali whispered, “Raven’s a lot more sentimental than she wanted anyone to know. I’d always catch her singing old standards when she thought no one was listening, like ‘The Way You Look Tonight’, ‘Cheek To Cheek’ - and all the Dragons loved Billie Holiday in those days.” Her eyes softened. “I thought that sentimentality got bled out of her, but maybe…”

Then they were edging into Yang’s room. The bedridden Dragon looked morose, gazing up at the ceiling, but more or less the same in terms of her physical health. Seeing them leaning in through the doorway changed her face completely, and she lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Weiss! Mrs. B., what’s- how did you get in here?”

“Through the front door, silly,” Kali laughed. “You have another visitor, too.”

“Really? Where?”

They both ducked back out and found Ruby had hung back. She looked about as terrified as she had facing down Raven with a knife, which really said something. Kali wrapped an arm around her and nudged her into the room.

“U-uhh, I, uhh…”

Yang’s face changed again, and this time not for the better. The best way Weiss could think of to describe it would be that all the light faded; she wasn’t angry, or upset, but her enthusiasm for their visit was gone. “Oh. Hi, Ruby.”

“Malted.”

“What?”

“Oh, I, um…” She brought the chilled glass out from behind her back. “We brought you s-something to cheer you up. It’s chocolate! I… I don’t know, do you like chocolate?”

“It’s fine,” she answered shortly. Behind Ruby’s back, Weiss motioned for Yang to keep going. “Thanks, I guess.”

Disappointed in that being the best she could do, Weiss could only look on hopelessly as Ruby squeaked, “Here! Y-you can have it and I’ll get out of your hai-”

Boy, did she let her have it.

In hindsight, they should have been able to predict it would happen. Ruby tripped over her own clumsy feet and dumped the entire chocolate milkshake onto Yang. Her face, hair, clothes, the bedsheets beneath her, all became coated in frothy, sweet dairy. There were even a few splatters on the wall behind her. Yang could do nothing but blink, stunned beyond words.

Time stood still for a second or two before Ruby blinked herself, kneeling on the floor with the now-empty glass between her hands. Then she squeaked, “OH! Oh no! What- I didn’t- oh no oh no oh no, I’m sorry! Gee whiz, what’s wrong with me?!”

Yang’s finger swiped through the chocolate on her cheek and drew away to look at it. As she did so, Kali commented in a somewhat urgent voice, “Now, Yang, be reasonable. This was clearly an accident.”

“I’m such a spaz! Yang, I… I’m sorry!” That seemed to be as much as she could do before she started scrambling to leave, stumbling again to headbutt Weiss in the stomach.

“OOF! Ruby!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, everybody! Super duper sorry! Oh, just kill me now! This is the worst thing I’ve…”

Her voice faded when she began to hear the laughter. It started out a little low, and then began to build until Yang was guffawing and slapping her thigh, sending yet more little droplets of chocolatey shake everywhere. Her cheeks turned red from lack of oxygen, and the other three women stood by and gaped at her for a moment, unsure how to take this development.

“Oh my GOD, the look on your face! Priceless! Really tickled me!”

Still snorting and falling over onto her side, Yang couldn’t seem to catch breath, she was laughing so hard. A little at a time, Kali and Weiss began to join her, the sight too funny to be resisted. Ruby didn’t, of course; she was still too mortified at her own actions.

“I’ll clean it up!” she squealed over the others. “Honest, I- I will! Promise! Where’s your, um… mop? Washcloth? Rug shampooer? Where do I start?”

“Get over here!” Still terrified, Ruby obeyed - and Yang grabbed her and pulled her into a headlock, rubbing her fist against her crown. “You little germ!”

“AH! You’re getting the malt all over me!”

“You’re damn right I am - if I have to wear it, so do you!”

Little by little, Ruby began to giggle as she was gently manhandled by her big sister, including a few pokes to her ribs, which got her legs windmilling off the edge of the bed. Kali and Weiss could breathe a sigh of relief at last; even though it wasn’t ideal, maybe this had been exactly what those two needed.

#princess and the dragons #weiss x yang #freezerburn #freezerburn fanfic #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #naughtybutweiss #fixed it lmao

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stydiaeverafter · 4 years

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ABC, it’s as easy as 911

Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Characters: TK Strand, Carlos Reyes

Tags: children, career fic, school, fluff & humor, established relationship

Words: 2K | Rating: G | On AO3

Summary: “I cannot believe I got roped into this,” TK said as he looked up at the entrance of Cedar Elementary School.

TK and Carlos are going to face their biggest challenge yet: A classroom full of children.

A/N: I’m a teacher so this fic was bound to happen eventually. Every year we have police officers and firefighters come to talk to the children, and their questions are always too darn good. But they’re always so happy and excited. They look up to these careers. So naturally, I had to write it and add some Tarlos. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks as always to my Junkyard Fam for the endless support!

ABC, it's as easy as 911

“I cannot believe I got roped into this,” TK said as he looked up at the entrance of Cedar Elementary School.

“It’ll be great, mi amor,” Carlos replied reassuringly as he rubbed TK’s shoulder. “We’re inspiring the faces of tomorrow. Think of all the good they’ll do someday.”

“Did my dad tell you to say that? Because I’m sorry to tell you, it’s not working.”

“Nope.” Carlos laughed as he maneuvered his way around a child zipping past on his bright blue scooter, “This is where it starts, you know?”

“Where it starts is with their sticky fingers.”

“What?”

“Kids,” TK said shaking his head and scrunching his nose, “they’re somehow always sticky.”

“I highly doubt that,” Carlos laughed. “My niece isn’t sticky.”

“Your niece is a baby. She’s not quite there yet.” TK squinted as they made their way inside, “You’ll see.”

The 126 and the Austin precinct were collaborating to teach the different schools in the area for Career Week. Their hope was to inspire the children so they could start to create goals for their future. Something to work for.

TK thought it was a wonderful idea, but he didn’t understand why his father made him come to the station. Mateo would’ve been way better at this than he was. The guy was a natural with kids. But his father knew he didn’t like children and that that was the reason for it.

The only thing that made this whole experience worthwhile was having his man by his side.

He looked over at Carlos as he spoke to the principal. The guy was beaming. He clearly loved children. He was just a natural with people in general, and they gravitated towards him as if he were a shining jewel. Which he was. A rare find that TK would be thanking his lucky stars for till the end of time.

He still didn’t want to be here.

Thinking of how excited Carlos was though, it did put the thought into his mind… Did Carlos want to have children? Was this the future he saw for himself? For them? Because the future TK saw had Carlos in it. He just didn’t know if that would involve children.

TK was saved from his inner monologue as the shrill bell started ringing in his ears. He proceeded to follow Carlos and the principal down the long hallway. The walls were covered with bright construction paper. One door looked like a jungle; the next one was the ocean.

“Here we are,” the principal said with a smile. “This is Ms. Carter’s classroom. The children are kindergarteners. They’re really excited. Thanks again for coming down!”

What kind of warning was that? TK thought. She was about to leave them to the wolves.

“It’s no trouble at all, ma’am,” Carlos replied with a kind smile. He was always so polite. A true gentleman. Which was how he always was with TK… with a few exceptions within the bedroom.

The principal opened the door, but as she introduced them, all TK could see were the mousy eyes staring back at him. His back hit the wall without realizing he had moved. It must’ve been the fear inside. They were going to eat him alive.

“Good luck,” she now warned without any actual help at all as she left them to the sticky little aliens. That’s what they were after all. A different species with whom TK would never understand.

“Boys and girls,” the teacher said walking towards them from the front of the room, “Please welcome Officer Reyes and Firefighter TK Strand.”

As they all said hello with a wave of excitement, one little boy with wavy blonde hair laughed, “What kind of name is TK?”

“That’s not very nice, Tommy,” Ms. Carter replied with a stern look. She looked apologetically at TK.

“The name I was born with,” TK replied with a glare. “What kind of name is Tommy?”

Carlos got closer and nudged him in the arm, mouthing the words be nice.

Dammit. He made a promise to his father, and he didn’t want to look bad in front of his boyfriend. He cleared his throat and tried to control his fiery temper, “My name is Tyler Kennedy. Which stands for TK. TK Strand.”

They all just stared at him. Well, this wasn’t awkward at all.

“Um, yes,” the teacher interjected with a nod, “We’re learning about keeping safe, so we were hoping you could tell us a bit about what you do and some helpful tips so we can stay safe!”

“Yes, of course. I’ll start,” Carlos smiled as he walked closer to their desks. “Can anyone tell me what they think police officers do?”

“They shoot bad guys,” a little boy in front said, making a gun with his fingers. “Pew pew pew.” Of course, there had to be sound effects.

“Well, it’s a bit more than that,” Carlos replied with a head tilt, his fingers tapping on the wooden desk in front of him, “My job is to help you and your families feel safe at your home or when you’re out in the world.”

“By getting the bad guys!”

TK felt his face break out in a grin. He had thought the same thing as a child. TK tried to hide it, but it was too funny. He wanted to see his boyfriend’s calm exterior falter a bit.

But it never did. “We also make sure people are driving safe and following the law. We want people to be kind to one another. But sometimes there are people out there that aren’t very nice. So we want to make sure you are safe with your family. That’s why it’s important to never go to strangers. It’s important to stay with someone you know. Don’t wander off.”

TK’s humor shifted into something else. He was amazed once again by Carlos’ demeanor. The man had a way of lighting up the entire room. He was fun and animated, making the children giggle and clap, but could also teach about the serious stuff in a way they understood but wasn’t scary. TK knew the information was now soaked up into their little spongy brains.

They had loved every word, but they especially loved it when he let them see and try on his handcuffs and then got to observe his other tools up close.

They clearly looked up to Officer Reyes as he finished up, TK could see it in their eyes as they literally looked up at him. He could see why. The man was perfect. TK felt a sense of gratitude once more.

Now it was TK’s turn.

TK had been through a lot in his life, the good the bad and the ugly, but standing in front of them...these little aliens, well it was a challenge for sure. Things were going to get crazy.

He cleared his throat for what felt like the millionth time and felt a bit dizzy. But here goes nothing he thought. “Thank you, Officer Reyes.” Carlos smiled at the children then turned to smile at TK, one that was just for him. “Now I’m going to talk a bit about firefighters and what we do.” He looked around, “Does anyone know what firefighters do?”

They all started blurting out excitedly, and the teacher had to remind the little ones to raise their hands - one at a time they’d be called on.

TK called on a little girl with pigtails, “Can you tell me what firefighters do?”

“They put out the fires!”

“That’s right,” TK said with a small smile. He circled around a few of their desks the air smelling of syrup. “Anything else?”

He called on a little boy with glasses who kept sneezing, “They save cats from the trees. Like my cat. My cat’s name is Whiskers. They saved Whiskers. He jumped up so high! And Whiskers couldn’t get down. So my mommy called them and they came over. They had to climb real high, but they weren’t afraid. They got Whiskers. Whiskers is fluffy and nice. Do you want to meet him sometime?”

“Sure,” TK nodded looking over at Carlos who was clearly holding in a laugh. The response was cute, but TK would never admit to it, “We do often save animals you’re right. Do you remember the number they called to save Whiskers?”

“Oh, of course: 911!”

“That’s right! You call and the dispatcher will connect us to you. It’s very important. We can help if there’s a fire, or if it’s an animal,” he nodded to the little boy with glasses and the boy beamed brightly, “we can help you if there’s a car accident! Any emergency.” He paused, “Does anyone know what we ride around in?”

“A firetruck!” The children yelled out in a chorus some clapping their hands in excitement; the desks shaking on the floor.

Wow. What a reaction. But TK understood it. He used to ride around on the truck with his father when he was younger. It was such a cool experience. Memories he’d never forget.

“Yes, we often call it a ladder truck, because it has a high ladder. Does anyone know why we would need a ladder that could go up way high?”

“To save people in buildings!”

“To save cats like Whiskers. That’s my cat!”

One child with something clearly stuck in his bright red hair asked, “Do we get to go for a ride?”

“Not today, sorry,” TK grimaced. They all groaned and whined. Oh no! He upset them. “You can stop by the Firehouse anytime though. We love visitors.” When it seemed to help only a little bit he tried a different tactic, “But do you want to hear a cool story about when I got stuck up on the ladder once and almost fell off?”

When his diversion had successfully changed the mood as they all cheered, he grinned. Maybe he wasn’t too bad at this after all.

TK suddenly began to lose track of the time. He went over the procedures if there was a fire and taught the children the moves. He showed them a few tools as well. They were really excited to learn about the hose that puts out the fires and the ax of course.

When the little girl with pigtails asked if girls could be firefighters too and the hellion Tommy said they couldn’t, TK stepped right in, “Of course they can! I’ll tell you this. There is a girl on my team named Marjan and she’s the bravest of us all. It’s true.” He knelt down by the little girl, “You can be anything you want to be. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. You were clearly born to save lives!” What happened next was something unexpected but it melted a piece of his heart forever. The little girl hugged him and said, “You’re my hero!” The little boy with glasses ran up and said as he joined in on the hug, “Mine too! Whiskers loves you.”

They all ran over to him. They told him they wanted to be a firefighter when they grew up. Ms. Carter rang a bell and finally asked them to return to their seats.

TK stood up and looked over at Carlos who clearly had tears in those beautiful brown eyes. Their future was looking clearer by the second.

Who knew that being around all these young children would impact him in this way? Damn, his father and Carlos had been right all along.

As their presentation came to an end, they both said their goodbyes and the little girl with pigtails handed him a picture she had colored of the fire truck. It was perfect and he was going to hang it up where everyone could see it, especially his father.

What they did mattered, both himself and Carlos, especially in the eyes of children.

“Not as scary as you thought?” Carlos asked as they made their way to his car.

“Nah, your boyfriend is brave, babe.”

Carlos nodded as he put some of TK’s tools into the trunk, “Don’t I know it. That’s why I knew you could handle them.”

TK just laughed and looked back at the school. It had been a good day.

“You were right by the way,” Carlos said with a laugh of his own as he walked closer to TK.

“Oh, about what?”

He grabbed TK’s hand and winked, “They are sticky.”

#tarlos fic #carlos x tk #tarlos #911 Lone Star #my fic #911 lone star fic #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes

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shitty-tf2-headcanons · 5 years

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Mercs and s/o watching a scary movie together?

Scout-

Aww you wanted to watch a scary movie with him? Did you want your big brave Scout to protect you from any monsters that came after you? That’s cute. But sure, he’ll watch one with you. Just hold him tight if you ever get scared, babe!

The both of sat on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table while your legs sat under you. His arm lay across your shoulder and your head rested on his chest, his chatter light but endless as you watched the movie. He leaned in close to your ear, “This ain’t even sc-”

His words were cut off by a jumpscare and his own petrified screams. He flailed wildly before practically throwing himself into your side and holding you as tightly as he could. His wide panicked eyes remained planted on the screen and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, you could feel the tremors of his body.

After he calmed down from his mini attack, he straightened up and tried to play off his major scare. Though judging by how tight he held you to his chest, he was still a bit shaken. In an effort to comfort him, you gave his cheek a kiss. His eyes flickered over to you and a sweet if shaky smile spread across his lips.

Soldier-

A scary movie, huh? Why watch that crap when you could go out with him and fight a real wizard! Oh, you don’t want to fight? Fine, he guesses he could watch one with you. But your ass better be ready for some strong American cuddles!

He laid behind you with his head propped up by his hand, his other arm thrown over your waist and keeping your body pressed close against him. He watched the film with childish wonder, occasionally leaning down to your ear to ask what happened again. His hand would stroke your belly as you quietly spoke to him.

You can’t really explain what happened next. All you know is that the monster popped up on the screen and Solly let out a startled shout behind you. Next thing you know, you’re on the floor and Solly is standing over the now destroyed TV. He was screaming about how the monster won’t hurt anyone anymore.

Once his TV rampage ended, he plucked you off the ground and ran off with outside, screaming about hunting down all the monsters so none could hurt you. All you could do was hold onto him tighter as he barreled towards Merasmus’ home. Congratulations, movie night became fight Merasmus night.

Pyro-

O-Oh, you wanted to watch a scary movie? They don’t really like scary movies but…as long as you’re there then it’s okay! Can you snuggle them, please? And give them kisses? Oh, oh, can you make some hot chocolate too!? Please!!

They were sat across your lap, their mask nuzzled into your neck and their arms wrapped around your waist. Your hand stroked circles into their back as they trembled and mumbled quietly. They tried their best to pay attention to the movie but it was pretty hard to when they were constantly on the lookout for scares.

A pained scream burst forth from the screen and Pyro gasped and jolted violently. They buried their face away in the crook of your neck and cried as their fingers dug into the fabric of your clothes. Their whimpers were muffled by their mask but you could still clearly hear them. Their body pressed closer to you.

The next hour was spent holding them close and peppering their mask in kisses, reassuring them that it was just a movie and no monsters were coming for them. They only really calmed down when you made some hot coco and played a family friendly movie. That still didn’t stop them from clinging to you though.

Demo-

Oooh you wanna watch a scary movie? Sure thing, lass/lad! Just, don’t put on anything involving eyes, okay? And hey, if the movie isn’t even that scary then maybe he can share some of his famous ghost stories to give you a real scare.

His arms rested on the back of the couch and his feet rested on table, your feet resting in his lap as you lay across the couch. Following his command, you did put on something that didn’t involve eyeballs but that did nothing to stop the boredom he felt. He spoke to you the entire time in order to keep himself awake.

After yawning for the 100th time, he finally moved your feet off of him and claimed that he was gonna get some popcorn. You let him go and continued watching the film. It’s only when you briefly wondered where Demo was is when he sprung in front of you and shouted “BOO” in your face.

You would’ve shouted at him for laughing so hard but you were busy trying to calm your racing heart and find your breath. He was doubled over on the floor and wheezing when you finally glared at him and told him to get you some apology popcorn. He gave you a kiss on the nose and went off to get your treat.

Heavy-

You want to watch scary movie? Hmph, alright. If movie is too scary, don’t be afraid. He will crush any monsters or people who try to hurt you. Will keep you safe and warm. Now, let him make some movie snacks in case you’re hungry.

You’re sat on his lap with a giant bowl of popcorn sat in your own. His chin rested on top of your head and his large broad hands lightly held your hips. As expected, he was silent as you both watched the film but he occasionally did quietly ask you to explain certain plot points. You, of course, obliged.

You were in the middle of explaining why the victim chose to run upstairs of all things when a violent screech rang from the TV and caught you off guard. You jolted in place and let out a startled squeak, dropping the bowl of popcorn and tensing up in place. Heavy flinched below you and was quick to pause the film.

Despite your insistence that you were fine, you were just a little spooked, that did nothing to stop him from turning you to face him and cupping your face. He repeatedly asked if you were alright and assured you that you were safe with him. He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead and held you close to his chest.

Engineer-

Oh, you want to watch a horror movie? He would’ve preferred to watch a romantic comedy or maybe a light drama but whatever makes you happy, darling! He’ll set up his sentry in the corner in case a spooky monster comes in.

The both of you sat side by side, your hips touching and his hand holding yours in his lap and letting his thumb stroke along it. It wasn’t hard to hear his little scoffs or snickers when a victim did something particularly stupid. You squeezed his hand and asked him what was so funny. He chuckled and smiled at you.

He looked at you and told you that there is a easy way to stop the killer, just use a gun. You gave him a look and asked him what if there was no gun. His smile drops and says that they can just grab a makeshift weapon and attack the killer. What if the killer is invisible? Congratulations, you just opened a flood gate.

The movie was all but forgotten as the both of you began to debate the most effective way to stop a horror movie killer’s murdering spree. Engie was on the brink of shouting when a sudden surge of playful aggression came over you. So you tackled him and peppered his face in kisses, effectively ending your debate.

Medic-

You want to watch a horror movie? Oh how delightful, he was hoping to get a good laugh tonight! Make sure to pick the bloodiest and goriest movie you can find, or else it won’t be very fun. Oh, maybe you can get some cuddles too!

His elbows were propped up on his knees and his hands cupped his face, his eyes wide and glazed as he watched the film. You rested your back against his side and your feet were propped up on the couch’s edge. He was silent. Completely enthralled by the film and blind to his surroundings and you.

Suddenly, a surge of laughter burst out of him and he doubled over, holding his sides and trying in vain to wipe away the tears that pricked his eyes. You shot off of him and gave him a questioning look. He noticed your stare and tried to explain what was so funny, but he always fell into a fit of giggles.

After he calmed down, he told you in great detail about how unrealistic the effects were. I mean, look at how fake that corpse is! You and him spent the duration of the time laughing uncontrollably at the corny film, your laughter drew some of your concerned teammates out. Overall, it’s a morbid but fun night.

Sniper-

Scary movies ain’t as scary as being trapped in a jungle with a broken arm and leg, with nothing but a flimsy little pocket knife and a bag of jerky, alone and surrounded by hungry animals who want to eat you alive. But sure he’ll watch.

You sat back on the couch with your legs spread apart, he sat on the floor in between your legs with his head resting against your inner thigh. Your hands rested in his shaggy brown hair and softly stroked his scalp as you both watched the movie. As to be expected, he was silent…and motionless?

You quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward to take a peek at his face. His eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted, his breaths light and faint. Ah, he had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful. You smiled and leaned back against the couch. You continued to softly pet him and lightly scratch his head.

Though the moment was completely ruined when a jumpscare managed to scare you and you nearly ripped out a handful of his hair as you jumped. He awoke with a start, bleary and confused, the pain in his scalp only registering after a few moments. He gave you an annoyed look and you smiled sheepishly.

Spy-

Really, ma amour, a horror film? There are much more entertaining and romantic ways to spend a night with him. But he guesses he could watch it with you. But remember, he’ll hold you if you ever get scared of the scary monsters or killers.

Your head rested in his lap and your hand stroked along his knee as you watched the film, his hand softly running along your neck and ear, his other hand was busy holding his cigarette. He puffs and smokes, openly mocking the corny film and chuckling at the actor’s expense. He seemed to enjoy himself after all.

He was enjoying himself up until a particularly loud bang from the other room scared the living daylights of him. You fell from his lap and onto the floor as he leapt off the couch with a scream. Scout ran into the room, asking if someone was just stabbed or something. You just mumbled something into the floor.

Spy was nice enough to carry you to the kitchen and hold a bag of frozen peas to your sore face, apologizing profusely and asking if you were okay. Through his concern, you could sense his embarrassment and moodiness from his less than perfect display earlier. His mood only worsened when you chuckled.

Miss Pauling-

Eh, horror movies don’t really scare her anymore, considering she’s shooting people in the face and burying corpses on the daily. So she’ll pass…wait a second…if she watches with you will there be cuddles? If so, then hell yeah.

You laid back on the couch while she laid on top of you, your arms wrapped around her waist and your hands resting on the small of her back. Her arms were wrapped around your neck and her face was snuggled into your neck. She was trying her best to watch the film but she found that she really couldn’t.

Your hands stroked along her back and her fingers lightly brushed along your neck. The screams and blood shed that played on the screen did nothing to her. She just sleepily called them idiots and criticized the killer for being so sloppy in their work. You just hummed softly and muttered your agreement.

It wasn’t all that surprising when she closed her eyes and snuggled further into your neck, sleep having finally claimed her despite the chaos that played out. You tried your best to watch the rest of the movie through bleary eyes but her weight and warmth soon pulled you under too.

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simp4cas · 4 years

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It Was Never Us

Dean Winchester × Reader

Chapter 0 | Prologue

Characters: Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Charlie Bradbury and some dick angels :)

Summary: Dean visits the Acopalyptic Universe in search of Mary and Jack with Arthur Ketch. There he sees someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years.

Warning: Death

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Dean walks ahead of Ketch, ducking under the dead branches of trees and plants as he passes under the bridge, the stream beside him flowing quietly. Apocalyptic world was definitely no party- there was hardly anyone there and it gave him an odd feeling. He sighs at the decayed body tied to a tree with barbed wires, the rotting smell invading his lungs. This world wasn't as dark as his nightmares but it was scary enough.

The Winchester looks sideways at Ketch, already wishing Sam, his brother was here with him. Especially since Ketch was wearing a black tactical suit that made him look like an idiot.

"Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?" Ketch says and walks up to stand beside Dean as the two of them looked at the expanse of the forest before them, not knowing the way around the world. They didn't know where to go- Dean was hoping they would have seen someone- anyone to ask for help but it was barren.

"Yeah, if you had your heart set on Mai Tais, well," Dean pauses, taking a breath, "sorry." He turns to Ketch. He freezes for a second when he sees a few people walking on the bridge.

"Is this everyone?" The leader asks and another man answers with a, "Yes, commander."

"For high crimes for fermenting rebellion against the archangel, Micheal, these humans shall be executed."

Behind a few men dressed in camo, there were four people with black woolen cloths pulled over their heads and shackles around their wrists. "Down, down. Get down," Dean whispers and pushes Ketch back, them both hiding behind some dead bushes. He looks back up, noticing that each hostage had a man dressed in camo holding their arm. Finally, they come to a stop in the middle of the bridge and stop, the hostages forming a line in front of who seemed the leader of the men.

Angels. Obviously, it would be those dicks. The angel who looked like the 'commander's' assistant, walks towards one of the people.

Since the woman who's bag had been pulled off her head was standing the furthest from where Dean was, he could only see above her shoulders through the railings of the bridge. It was enough to see the angel place his hand on her forehead and burn her eyeballs out.

The woman's shouts makes something click inside Dean and he moves to stand up from his kneeling position and to open up the duffel bag at his side to get his angel killing bullets out. "Freakin' angels," Dean grits out. He had come to this world before but didn't think things would be that...bad.

But executions like these? He wondered what else angels- Micheal had done to them. Ketch's hand flies to Dean's arm, pulling the Winchester back down and shaking his head he says slowly, "Not. Smart." Gritting his teeth, Dean looks back up, his hands aching to kill the angels.

Another person's bag was pulled off and he was dead in a matter of seconds. There were only two left on the bridge now. Both women by the looks of it. The angel moves to the second last person, pulling off her bag too.

"No," Dean mutters, taking in the red hair, the cheekbones. It couldn't be. Dean looks on with wide eyes and heart thumping in his chest as the leader angel stops the other one from killing her. "Charlie?" Dean asks to no one in particular.

"I know you," the leader angel says, taking a step forward towards Charlie. "You're not the usual human scout."

Human scout?

"Not the sickest hookup line, Captain Charm," Charlie says back loud enough for Dean to hear. He could see the small smile playing on her lips.

"You're with the Resistance," the angel remarks again, enunciating his words carefully. "Inner circle." The angel turns back to look at his second-in-command, only removing his eyes off Charlie for two seconds. "She's met with the Nephilim and the other worlder- Mary."

Oh shit. She met with them. For some reason, Dean's heart soared with the words- maybe cause it meant that Mary and Jack were safe and alive.

"Micheal will want her at the Northern Camp for interrogation."

"Champ, when the Resistance crushes you, I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers and grind them into dust," Charlie grits out and Dean notices the woman standing next to her struggling with her shackles slightly before the angel lunges forward and chokes the red-head. Dean gnashes his teeth together, trying to get up again and make that son of a bitch regret touching Charlie when Ketch pulls Dean down again and says his name to him in a warning tone.

"Looking forward to it," the angel replies and looks to the last hostage on the bridge before turning to one of the angels standing behind her and saying, "Kill her." With that, he and a few more left with Charlie, leaving behind only the last woman and an angel. Dean needed to save Charlie. He would save her this time. But he also had to save the woman on the bridge.

The dark-skinned angel pulls the bag off the woman's head and Dean's heart stops. The whole world seemed to stop as he took in who was standing there. Someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years. "Y/n?"

"Do you know everyone here?" Ketch whispers irritatedly but Dean ignores him. He takes another breath in.

"He's going to kill her," Dean grits out and this time, Ketch doesn't stop him from getting his gun out and standing up.

"Hey, I'm part of the Resistance too," Y/n says, taunting a reaction from the angel with his hand a few inches from her forehead. "Inner circle." Dean took a step forward, not wanting to let the angel know he was there but to get close enough to get a clean shot at the man and not at Y/n.

The angel didn't react- didn't have a chance to before Dean shouted, "Y/n! Duck!" Not even questioning it, Y/n drops to the ground, as if she knew someone was going to save her- shout those words.

Three bullet shots echo in the air, the loud bang making Dean's ears ring slightly. He sees the angel fall down and without waiting for Ketch or turning back to get his duffel bag, he ran. He ran, clawing the barks of trees to run up the steep slope to get to the bridge. If it was actually Y/n who he saw then...

Taking a deep breath, he takes a step forward onto the concrete bridge, steps faltering when he sees Y/n standing up, the chains on her arms restricting her movement. She immediately spots him standing there and takes a step back from him. Dean knew his mouth was hanging. He knew it yet he didn't close it. He knew his eyes were widened yet he made no move to narrow them. He didn't know what to do except for looking stupidly at her. A part of him frowned at how she didn't say his name in the way he loved, soft, and happily. But she didn't know him. Didn't know about them. How they were before...

Meanwhile, Y/n was assessing the situation. She looked between the gun in the man's hand and the dead angel's body sprawled on the bridge along with the other two people. "Who are you?" she finally asked, taking a deep breath when she realized that the man had saved her. But the way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable and she took a small step back, suddenly feeling weak and vulnerable with no weapons and handcuffs on her wrists.

"My name is Arthur Ketch." Dean turns back, breaking away from his trance to see the ex British Man of Letters walking towards them, hands up to show he had no weapons. Dean turns back to Y/n, frowning when he sees she was standing further away from them, face showing fear but her posture straight and almost dominating. "Do excuse my friend," Ketch resumes, helping Dean since he'd forgotten how to speak. "His name is Dean Winchester. Gets quite shy around women," Ketch sighs and Dean rolls his eyes, not bothering to turn back and give him his bitch face.

Y/n glances warily between them, taking another step back when Dean steps forward. She wasn't completely facing them as she took a defensive stance. Knees bend slightly, feet firmly planted in the ground. He widens his eyes, forgetting that she didn't know him. She looked the same as she did all those years ago. The way dug her nails into her palm to calm herself down- as she or Dean's Y/n had. Her lips were parted as she breathed out, eyeing the Winchester.

"Let us help you," Dean says, turning his lips into a small smile to show her she could trust him. She looked frightened though, like prey surrounded by predators.

"Help with what?" She asks and her voice was strong and loud, her eyes slyly looking to the side towards the forest behind her.

"We'll help you save Charlie," Dean answers with no hesitation.

"Dean-" Ketch starts off but Dean puts his hand up to stop him from speaking. He looked as Y/n's eyes widened and she frowned. That meant that she knew Charlie- might've been friends with her too.

"How do you know her?" Y/n asks, taking another small step back.

"We know you too," Dean says before thinking, wincing inwardly when Y/n's eyes narrow. "Y/n Y/l/n. Your parents were Y/m/n and Y/d/n Y/l/n."

Y/n blinks several times but Dean still saw them shining. She licked her lips- once, twice. He wanted to take a step forward and hug her but the situation was to delicate to pull stunts like that. Finally, after what felt like forever to Dean's thundering heart, Y/n meets his eyes, distrust and vulnerability flashing in them.

"How?" It was all she asked, her voice breaking slightly. It was just one word but Dean knew what she meant.

The Winchester turned back to face Ketch for a second before looking back at Y/n, not knowing where to start.

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teamdoubleoh · 4 years

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What fits in Men’s Pockets

Or five times Q had exactly what they needed

Q-branch always has in stock what an agent may need - Q is not so different.

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Q branch had been all but deserted when James returned from Bangkok that night, leaving him and Q alone at Q’s desk. Bond had just returned lost some equipment and Q had made him sign some document, confirming the loss. Apparently that lost gun had been one gun too many.

"Do you have a pen?" He asked, looking the desk over. There was Q's laptop, the desk lamp, the mug of earl grey that had been cooling for ages now and the papers themselves, but nothing else. Without looking up Q pulled a single pencil from his pocket. "There you go."

"Dear Quartermaster, you astound me! Who would have thought you even knew what a pen is. One could think you had gone full digital by now."

"Please Bond, leave the banter for times when I'm haven't been working for two days straight. Everyone knows that you don't have to fix what isn't broken. Pencils are an essential, I will admit."

"What are you doing here anyways. Everyone else is at home with their families."

"...I wonder why. Usually we have a skeleton crew over night...."

"Q. It’s Christmas."

"Huh. Merry Christmas Bond."

“Merry Christmas. You know what could be your gift to me?”

“You’re not getting the Aston.”

"Thats not what I meant. I have a first name, you could use it sometime. If you stop calling my Bond, I'll take you out for dinner."

“Was that supposed to be a compelling argument?”

***

Bond Eve and Q were on a mission.

It sounded like the start of a terrible joke, but was really just a rather annoying affair.

Bond was supposed to seduce someone who knew something, and he had, spectacular so. Now the woman was head over heels for him.

"I told her I wanted to break up but she woudn't listen!"

"Honestly, I was wondering why that as never happened before."

"Not helping Moneypenny."

"Just act like you’re cheating on her. That should do a great deal." murmured Q from behind his laptop. He was working on something and only here in the first place because they had needed a tech expert at the location. Eve was only here to his protection.

"Great input Q, how do I convince a woman I have know for two days that I'm cheating on her? We aren't even in a relationship!"

"... You know you could just kiss Eve in front of her of her or wear a shirt with a lipsticks stain. That should work beautifully."

"Well, I'm not kissing you." Eve stated, voice laced with disgust.

"What, too old for you?" Bond lifted an eyebrow.

"Too male." retorted Eve.

"You know what Moneypenny? That explains so much--."

"You should be trying to find a lipstick right now 007."

"Oh right yes. Eve, may I borrow your spare lipstick? I seem to have lost mine."

"Why would I carry spare lipsticks around James."

"I don't know. Why shouldn't you."

Q looked up from his laptop. "What seems to be the problem?"

"James thinks all women carry around lipsticks all the time."

"Well. Dont you?" Q asked adjusting his glasses with his spare hand.

"Of course not. Assuming that I do that is mysogynistic Q."

"Why would that be mysogenistic? Don't people carry around stuff like that all the time? You know lipsticks, breath mints, that sort of thing?"

Eve rolled her eyes. "Do you happen to have a breath mint for me then?"

Q hesitated. "...No."

"There you go."

"But I do have a peppermint gum. And a lipstick, if you still need it." He fumbled around his parka and pulled out a small black and gold container. A lipstick, Eve realised. James eyed him with interest.

"Now I want to know why you have a lipstick. Because thats a good one. Mac isn't exactly cheap and that colour isn't for everyone."

Q sighed and handed the Lipstick to him. "Bond, please refrain from commenting my appearance. I know I look young for my age, you've told me before."

"Only when you stop calling me Bond. I have a first name you know."

"I know. I read your file, remember?"

Eve sighed and pinched thuebridge of her nose. “Fellas, if you'd be so kind. We need to ruin James’ shirt before his girlfriend finds him."

***

Q was pissed. His brother had come back from the dead.

Bond hadn't even know the Quartermaster had family, let alone a brother who knew how to fake his death and had to use his knowledge.

Yet here they were, at 2am I a dingy back alley in inner London.

The street sign read Bakerstreet and the brass lettering on the front for of the building they were about to break into informed pedestrians that this was number 221B.

Bond wasn't ignorant. They had been in Q branch, when a notification had popped up on one of the monitors. Q had grabbed his parka and James’ arm and off they were. On they way the Quartermaster had explained.

His brother had come back from the dead, had neglected to inform Q of his continued existence - something he apparently should have done ages ago - and now Bond was standing next to a furiously calm Quartermaster in the back alley of a house Q apparently knew well enough. There was only one way this night could develop.

The Quartermaster was currently looking up at the darkened windows of the first floor, obviously trying to decide between two, as his eyes flickered back and forth between them. "Alright. Bond, give me a hand will you?" he gestured up at the fire escape that was tugged away to the left side, ladder secured at the corner of the small iron balcony.

"If I'm helping ou break into your dead brothers flat you should at least start calling me James first."

"James, a hand please."

"What do you want me to do?"

"You need to lift me up so I can reach the ladder." Q pushed his glasses up his nose. If he was lucky the darkness would hide his blush. "Before you say anything, I am aware you could jump high enough to reach the ladder. Sadly that would be extremely noisy, so if you'd be so kind--"

James folded his hands together and Q put his left foot in them. "On the count of three I'm going to push myself up and you're going to throw me as hard as you can. I'll let the ladder down from above."

James nodded in confirmation. If breaking and entering was what it took to get Q to stop calling him Bond he would take it. He started to count. "One... two... three." he hoisted Q up, effectively pushing Q to the height of the balcony, where he grabbed onto the steel bars of the railing.

Q pulled himself up and climbed over it, making almost no noise. Slowly he walked to the far end of the fire escape and carefully let the latter down, until it was within James’ reach.

Thirty seconds later everything was back in place again, with the slight difference that Q and James were now standing in front of a small, milk glass window with a white painted wooden Frame. There was no lock.

Q eyes the frame for a second.

"How exactly did you plan to get in? I would lend you my lock picks but if there is no lock that doesn't exactly help." asked James, voice low.

"Don’t be silly James. I have my own lockpicks."

"Why didn't we go in trough the front door then."

"That’s tasteless. Everyone knows doors are or people with no imagination." He bent down and untied his shoelaces, slipped his shoes off and then handed them to Bond. "Hold this."

"Q what-"

Q shushed him and proceeded to pull a small crowbar from one of his parkas’ many pockets.

"Why-- " James sighed. "Nevermind."

Q smiled sweetly and patted him on the shoulder. "Now, that’s the right attitude."

Within two minutes of careful and almost-silent meddling the old frame gave in and Q and James were standing in a small bathroom.

The tiles were white, the walls olive green and there were two toothbrushes sitting in a glass on the sink next to a small container containing some kind of hair product. Next to ancient looking bathtub that doubled as a shower there was a bootle of shower gel and shampoo. It was sparse.

Q stepped towards the door, which was only halfway shut.

James followed him, careful to make no noise, as he was still wearing his shoes. They made their way to the kitchen and living room.

Q took his shoes back and sat them down near what appeared to be the front door of the small flat. Then he gestured towards the couch. James took the hint and sat down while Q made his way to another door, which was shut completely. He knocked.

James rolled his eyes and slumped into the couch. After a few seconds there was the dry rustle of fresh sheets being pushed back, then steps. The door opened and a tall man appeared in the doorway.

Standing there, in the doorframe of a bedroom at 2 am, they looked eerily similar. Q held out his hand and the other shook it.

"Sherlock."

"Q. What a joy to see you well. What is your SIS agent doing on my couch?"

***

Everyone was ecstatic. They had just completed an important mission and It was Friday night. Where else could they have ended up but a pub.

The entirety of Q-branch as well as the double-ohs, Eve and Tanner had cramped into the closest establishment, celebrating the success of the day.

Q and Eve had taken over an entire table at the very back of the pub. After half an hour Tanner had sat down too and a few minutes later even Bond had joined their small circle.

Q and Eve were arguing about someone while Bill and James were trying to understand what was going on.

"Q wants to introduce me to someone, even though he knows I'm not interested in dating right now."

Bond frowned. "Didn't you say just yesterday you were forever in love with the scary one, what’s her name --"

Q sighed. " Morgana Pendragon, Duchess of Sussex, drama queen extraordinaire. Yes. But hear me out --"

"I don’t want to date."

"Unless its the duchess, yes. But please give her a chance? I'll give you her number and you guys can text, I bet you'd love her."

"Q, unless you have Morgana Pendragon’s phone number hidden away in that ridiculous parka of yours, I won't text anyone tonight, alright?"

"...uhm." Q looked uncomfortable.

Eve stared at him. "You’re kidding."

Bill raised his eyebrows gaze flickering between the two. "Wait, what’s going on."

"Q. Please tell me you didn't hack the Buckingham palace’s wifi and stole the phone number of the King’s daughter." Eve asked, suddenly very tense. Bond couldn't tell wether it was from nervousness or excitement.

Q didn't say anything.

Bill tapped his shoulder. "Q, you didn't do that right?"

"I didn't. Why would I do that?"

Eve shrugged, a bit disappointed. "I know you've done worse things for less."

"No I mean, why would I hack the wifi."

James laughed. "Moneypenny, how much exactly has he had to drink? Because I don’t think we should be explaining tech to the quartermaster of MI6."

Eve eyed Q suspiciously. "Not that much. Q are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. But why would I hack the palace’s wifi?"

Bill rolled his eyes. "According to Eve that’s how you would get Morgana Pendragon’s number." "

I don't need to hack the wifi for that! Has all this time working with me taught you nothing? --- I have Morgana's number on my mobile. She gave it to me ages ago.”

The others stared at him in disbelief.

“Why are you looking at me like that! I have lots of numbers -- Bill, first person that comes to mind, who is it.”

Tanner, looking not at all convinced, if a little intrigued, thought for a second before blurting out. “The Prime minister.”

Q rolled his eyes. Then he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and began scrolling trough the contacts. After a few seconds he turned his phone around to show it to the others. The display showed the name ‘A. Holmes’ and below it a Londoner number.

Eve sucked in a shaky breath. Bill and James turned towards her, clearly confused. Just because the name matched didn’t mean that it was actually the number of the Prime minister of England. She exhaled slowly. “Thats his number. It’s in M’s contact list.”

“Told you so.” Q huffed.

Bond seemed exited. “What about normal people! Do you know a John Hamish Watson? He saved my life in Afghanistan, few years back.”

Q scrolled trough his contacts until he found the right one, then showed it to James. “To be honest, I didn’t know his name was Hamish.”

“You know him Personally?”

”Why else would I have his number? He’s married to my brother.”

Eve took a large gulp of her drink. Bill just muttered something about a small world before emptying his beer.

James was smiling like a child on Christmas. “What else do you carry around! Do you have a knife? A screwdriver? Ohhh -- a flamethrower! Please tell me you carry around a flamethrower.”

Q looked pained but pulled out a metal cylinder. “We developed it some time ago. Can reach up to 500°C, depending on handling the reach is approximately 4 to 6 meter. Happy?”

James nodded vigorously stood, walked around the table and lifted a fumbling Q up from his chair.

“Wha--”

James smirked, carrying Q towards the door. Everyone who wasn’t entirely drunk by now stared at them in confusion. “We’re going to test out that flamethrower. Now.”

“But why do you have to carry me!”

“Because you’re the adult supervision, and because I want to.”

***

Q was in the field. He didn't like it one bit.

Contrary to what every double-oh seemed to believe he was trained as an agent, which at the time had been a simple issue of security. He was important and powerful. He had to be able to defend himself.

Now he was sneaking behind Bond trough the special security sector of the biggest gene-manipulation company on the planet. Unofficially. Officially it was the third biggest seed producer on the market.

Q was slowly getting tired of the whole sneaking thing. Due to a week of planning, mostly filled with programming and some hacking he was now able to remote control the cameras in the building via his phone.

He had originally wanted to bring his laptop but together with the special equipment but there had been no space left in his bag what so ever.

He pressed a sequence of keys on his phone screen and the cameras in the next hallway over went dark. He gave Bond the signal for go and they went in, enabling the cameras behind them as they went.

Q searched the signs on the doors for the right one. If his calculations were correct it would be in the optimal position, laying almost at the centre of the building right below the high risk laboratories. Finally he spotted the right door and pointed, so Bond knew where they were heading. Q walked up to the door - non descriptive, generic, off-white - and opened to it and stepped inside.

The automated lights went on.

Bond, who was directly behind him stared. "Q are you sure --"

They were in the loos.

"Yes I'm sure. now help me." Q had sat down his messenger bag and was fumbling with the zipper of his black, MI6 issued tactical gear.

"My, my Quartermaster, how am I supposed to say no to that?"

Q flushed. "Not with my clothes 007, with the sink! We're going to steal it!"

"First of alI, am so coming back to that first thing later. Secondly: What?"

"The sink on the far left. Deinstall it."

"I don't have any plumbing gear, Q. I have a Walther and a com. And the com is pretty worthless when you're not on the other side."

Q’s complexion grew even darker at the flattery. "I have plumbing gear." He had finally managed to take of his jacket. He laid it out on the floor and opened a zipper at the top inner lining.

Inside there were two wrenches - apparently exactly the two sizes they needed - as well some other gear couldn't have named to save his life. They were all neatly held in place by rubber bands. Q only grabbed the jacket by the sleeves and dragged it to the very end of the room.

Q got to work, James assisting where he could, and within seven minutes the sink was laying on the floor. "What now? I'm assuming were not just here to steal this beautiful sink."

"Well we can't just leave it, can we?"

“We can't just take it either. They’ll notice it’s gone by tomorrow morning. Which is in three hours."

Q rolled his eyes and scoffed. He picked up his bag and opened the latch. There was sink inside. It looked exactly like the one they had just deinstalled. “It’s explosive.” Q said matter-of-factly, as though that would explain anything.

James nodded offhandedly. “You know what? I’m not even surprised.”

“Good. We have 2.75 hours left before the first shift arrives, so if you’d be so kind?”

“Of course.” James sighed.

***

James was sitting in Q branch. This was not unusual. He often hung around during off time to spend time with the minions, or so he claimed.

In reality he just shadowed Q.

It was an average Thursday night in one of the top secret services on the planet and James was tired.

Not hallucinatory tired though. He was pretty sure the blue police box had actually just appeared out of thin air.

He shrugged. This as Q branch. Q had everything under control.

"Q. A blue box just appeared out of nowhere. Should I be worried or get the kettle going?"

Q, who had just stowed away some paperwork in his desks drawers, appeared in the doorway. "Neither. He’s just here to pick something up."

"Of course love."

Q blushed and walked up the box instead. He knocked twice and waited. James stood and walked over.

"Q, love, please tell me there isn't someone inside the box."

Q rolled his eyes. "Only if you stop calling me love"

"Only if you agree to go get dinner with me."

The door opened. An old man with a shock of white hair stepped out. Behind him was a girl who appeared to be in her early twenties.

"Doctor please tell me we're not-"

"We're not."

"Then where-"

"MI6."

Her eyes went wide but she only uttered a quiet ‘Alright’ and closed the blue door behind her.

The white haired man who had just appeared out of a box which had appeared out of thin air extended his hand towards Q.

Q took it. "Nice to see you again." He said conversationally. "Bond. Meet the Doctor. Doctor, meet Bond."

The doctor nodded at James.

James nodded at the doctor.

The doctor scoffed. "I thought you Englisch were supposed to be polite." His accent was thick and clearly Scottish.

James smiled thinly. It was his I-am-amused-but-i-don’t-show-it smile. "I'm Scottish." He let some of his accent shine through.

Q turned to the girl. She wore a leather jacket and jeans and her coily hair was braided down the back of her head. "I'm Bill. I’m just tagging along."

James put his head to one side. "Nice to meet you Bill. I'm Bond. James Bond."

Q Rolled his eyes.

"And this--" James continued, "--is the lovely Q. He won't go on a date with me, although he clearly want to, so I call him love until he agrees." Bill nodded and turned to the doctor. "Why are we here again?"

"Do I need an excuse to visit some friend and-" he looked Bond over, "-friends of friends?"

"Yes. We were in the middle of something, remember? The puddle? My trapped girlfriend?"

The Doctor rubbed the palms of his hands together. "Ah yesss. Q if you could?”

Q handed him a small pen-like device. Except it wasn't a pen.

"Thanks. You'll get it back in one minute. Well one minute for you. We'll be off!" He turned around and strutted back into the box.

Bill followed him.

The doors closed and the box disappeared.

"Love, that was the single most weirdest thing that has ever happened to me and I'm a literal spy."

Q sighed. "I'll explain over dinner."

#007 fest 2020 #team00 #005.Vi

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apharine · 4 years

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The First Annual Staff Party of the Castle That Never Was

Chapter 2: The Freeshooter

Pairing: Reader/Organization XIII

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Rating: M

Read on AO3

Summary: [Reader-insert Seven Minutes in Heaven with Organization XIII] When you woke up, you were expecting a quiet day off from missions, shared with no-one but yourself. But your day off went terribly, almost predictably, wrong, and by that evening, you'd been roped into contributing towards a potluck dinner and playing some mashup of Seven Minutes in Heaven and Spin the Bottle with your Organization XIII colleagues. Kingdom Hearts help you.

Notes: Saturday night update time! Xigbar is awful and I love him so much. He is for sure in my top 3 favorite Nobodies, and a lot of the time is my actual favorite (sometimes dethroned by Saix, Axel, or Xemnas). As always, I always follow back! Requests are open on my main page!

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The bottle was pointing to Xigbar.

You let out a breath you hadn't even been aware that you'd been holding. Seven minutes in a closet with the Freeshooter wasn't intimidating at all; heck, you needed both hands to count the number of times the two of you had spent over an hour in various cramped, obscure spaces, waiting for the right target or intel on reconnaissance missions. This was nothing.

“Looks like you're stuck with me, sweetheart,” the Freeshooter joked, elbowing you playfully as he stood up from his seat next to you.

“However will I survive?” You grinned, giving his shoulder a playful shove in return. Much to your surprise, the Freeshooter’s ever-present smirk softened, and he offered you a calloused, un-gloved hand. You raised your eyebrows at him in suspicion; it wasn't often that the devilish man actually tried being considerate. Xigbar raised his eyebrows back at you, moving his hand closer in what appeared to be a genuine desire to be gentlemanly for once. Who’d have thought he had it in him?

With a tentative smile back at the man, you placed your un-gloved hand in his palm, noticing how strange it felt to actually be touching skin-to-skin. All the Organization clothes normally prevented much direct contact, after all. If you were being totally honest with yourself, Xigbar's broad hand felt nice in yours. Reassuring, almost.

The Freeshooter pulled you up to your feet, and you motioned to pull your hand away now that he had done his job. But Xigbar’s smile quickly returned to his usual shit-eating variety as his grip tightened, nearly crushing your hand and preventing your escape.

“Look at them, holding hands!” Axel jeered, while someone else – Luxord? – wolf-whistled. “Told you they were more than just friends!” The redhead elbowed Demyx, his seatmate, with a knowing wink in your direction.

“Go Xigbar!” Demyx laughed, clapping amusedly. “I always knew you’d score with her eventually!”

You very suddenly felt like punching Demyx. Hard.

If you didn't punch Xigbar first.

The impossible man was laughing that downright impish laugh of his, dragging you off to the closet amidst more jeering, still clasping your hand tight enough that you couldn’t get it out. Why were you friends with him again?!

As soon as the closet door was opened, you stumbled in to the darkness and away from your atrocious colleagues, finally wrenching your hand away from Xigbar. You were blushing so badly you could feel it in your cheeks and hear it in a roaring in your ears. Xigbar paused before entering, yelling something out to the partygoers – you were sure you didn’t want to know what, and actually felt grateful you were too flustered to make it out – before finally closing the closet door behind him.

“You're probably the biggest jerk I know. I hope you realize that,” you growled, sliding down to a sitting position against the far wall of the closet. Xigbar laughed, and you couldn't help but smile just a little bit too. As much as you didn't want to admit it at the moment, his antics always did amuse you.

“Yeah,” Xigbar agreed in a lazy drawl. His shoes softly pattered on the ground, and you figured he was walking over towards you by the sound. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the closet, you could make out his silhouette approaching, illuminated by the crack under the heavy closet door. “You don’t even know the half of it. But hey, I keep things lively around here, and nobody really gets hurt. Most of the time.” A soft swish met your ears as Xigbar pressed his back against the wall, sliding down until he was sitting by your side. Ever confident and casual, he draped one arm, surprisingly heavy with lean muscle, over your shoulders.

“Most of the time,” you echoed, a tinge of amusement leaking into your voice. You were pretty certain that you'd never again be able to convince Axel or Demyx or Luxord or…anyone, really…that you and Xigbar were just friends. The rest of your nonexistence would probably be spent enduring their teasing. The thought was a little bit less than appealing, but you just couldn't stay mad at Xigbar for it somehow.

“You're pretty lucky you only got stuck with me, though, sweetheart,” Xigbar laughed, giving your shoulders a friendly squeeze. “Imagine if you had to be in here with Vexen?”

“Hey, he's not that bad,” you said, aware that the Freeshooter would probably always be at odds with the Academic.

“Whatever. The point is, you coulda been stuck in here with someone like Xemnas or Saix. I know I'm not Marluxia -”

“Ugh,” you interjected, wrinkling your nose at the thought.

“No?” Xigbar drawled. “Here I was, thinking that Flower Boy was your little crush all this time, what with that face of his…”

“No!” You laughed, shaking your head vigorously at the thought. “He’s so not my type!”

“Then what is your type?” The Freeshooter asked, his voice suddenly very serious. In the dark, you could see his golden eye watching you with alarming studiousness; you’d seen that look on him before, when he was sizing up a target on a mission. You were vaguely aware that alarm bells were going off in the back of your mind; Xigbar was an easy-going jokester on the outside, but you knew that at his core, he was clever, cunning – conniving, even. The Freeshooter was planning something, and you had a feeling he was going to make sure you would play right into his hands.

“Man, I don’t know,” you sighed, tipping your head back against the wall, trying to choose your words carefully; the slightest slip could be what Xigbar was looking for. “I guess…I’m more into guys with more of a rugged handsomeness, you know? Don’t get me wrong, Marluxia is definitely handsome,” you added, stopping Xigbar before he even started. “But his face is so perfect it’s almost, like, scary. I want more of a manly man, who’s a little less…”

“Pink?” The Freeshooter offered, a pleased grin spreading across his face again.

“I guess, yeah,” you admitted, unable to restrain a giggle or two. You changed the topic abruptly, wanting the focus off yourself and that dangerous gleam out of your friend’s good eye. “But okay, what about you, Xig? What’s your type?”

“Well,” Xigbar murmured, the hand around your shoulders sliding down to your waist. “If you really want to know, little lady…” His breath was in your ear, whispering conspiratorially as it had so many times in the past, but this time, there was more than simple scheming in his tone. “I’d say my type is you.”

“C’mon, Xig, quit joking around,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. He could be such a tease. Ordinarily you found his ragging amusing, but this time, it irritated you. Xigbar certainly had his own sort of devilish charm, even despite – or maybe because of – his scar and eye patch, and you’d be lying if you were to say that you hadn’t noticed your attraction to him the moment you met him. Hearing him joke about being interested in you only stung.

“Joking?” Xigbar scoffed. “As if.”

The hand around your waist tugged you just a little closer, and you found yourself turning towards the Freeshooter, watching his face carefully – suspiciously, even. Your eyes darted down to his mouth – that attractive, always smirking mouth of his – and back up to his golden eye, which was fixed on you with an intense gaze.

Maybe he really had been serious.

You barely had time for that thought before Xigbar pressed his lips to yours gently. Your breath caught, your head swam, and you did the only thing that made sense. You kissed him back.

The Freeshooter pulled away too soon for your liking, and you made a small sound in the back of your throat, immediately hoping against hope that it had gone unnoticed. Xigbar heard it, though, and laughed.

“I'll take that to mean that you want more.”

The strong arm wrapped around your waist pulled you onto the Freeshooter’s lap so that you were chest-to-chest with him, your legs straddling his. The position seemed undignified to you, somehow, and you were about to protest when Xigbar's lips covered yours a second time. Instead, you melted into the kiss.

Xigbar snuck one hand up the back of your shirt, teasing your bare skin and fiddling dangerously close to your bra clasp. His other hand traced circles on your inner thigh, making you shiver.

And then, just as you let out a quiet moan, a sudden flood of light overwhelmed the room.

"Time's up, lovers!” Axel jeered, a camera in his hands.

“Out of the closet, Xiggy. You two will have to finish things up later,” Demyx added with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

“As if,” Xigbar grinned, wrapping one arm around you more tightly, shifting you out of the way just the tiniest amount. An arrowgun appeared in his other free hand; the Freeshooter waved it lazily as he spoke. “Let’s get something straight here, kiddos. I’m Number Two in this Organization.” A single bullet tore out of the gun, finding its mark in Axel’s camera. The device fried in the Flame’s hands, electricity crackling as it short-circuited. Xigbar’s grin widened. “And I don’t take orders from you. So I’ll be finishing things up whenever my little lady wants.” You didn’t miss the way he had deliberately called you his, or the triumphant gleam in his eye as he said it. So this was what the Freeshooter had been plotting…well, you had to admit, you didn’t mind playing into his hands on this one.

“Well?” Xigbar murmured to you, keeping his gun fixed on the figures in the door. You had a feeling, somehow, that they wouldn’t be harassing you about your relationship with Xigbar anymore. “Just say the word and I’ll teleport us out of here to somewhere more…fun.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you nestled closer against Xigbar, wrapping your arms more tightly around his lean-muscled shoulders in anticipation of his use of his space powers. Planting a kiss on his scarred cheek, you whispered in his ear.

“Let’s go.”

#kingdom hearts #organizaiton xiii #reader-insert #xigbar/reader #xigbar x reader #xigbar imagines #xigbar imagine #apharine #the first annual staff party of the castle that never was #fanfiction #kh fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction

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wellthatjusthappend · 5 years

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Can we have a continuation of Family and the mess, where Roy gets back to jason explaining to the bats everything and dick being pissed at him and overprotective whilst holding his daughter.

Sounds good!

Roy had been told more than once that he was needlessly paranoid. Especially when it came to his new family. Roy hadn’t even known Lian existed until months after she was born. He was as new as Jason at taking care of a newborn and they both fretted over every little thing.

He was quadruple checking the alarms on the house when he saw them all turn off at once. He tried to manually reactivate them, but nothing happened. The cameras weren’t picking up any unusual activity, but if the alarm system had been hacked the surveillance feed would be easy.

“I need to run back to the house to check on something, cover for me?” Roy said urgently.

“Sure, call me if you need backup,” Conner said looking concerned.

Connor Hawke was a blessing from above.

“Will do,” Roy said smiling absently.

Fortunately, getting back to the house only took a minute. He could see from outside that several lights were turned on- which was wrong for this time of night- but the private line for his comm pinged before he could crash in guns blazing.

“Little busy,” he snapped trying to get a good sightline into the house and of course not being able to because Jason had been the one to arrange their furnishings for just this purpose. He was an intense nester.

“Daddy?” Lian said sleepily.

“Baby, you alright?” Roy said quickly, his tone shifting immediately.

“Yeah, but Uncle Dick and the others are here and they’re making J-Daddy mad,” she reported.

“Oh,” Roy said, his shoulders sagging with relief. Bat’s invading their house in the middle of the night and upsetting his mate was still not okay, but his family wasn’t in danger and that was most important, “Thanks for telling me princess, I’ll be right in.”

“‘Kay,” said Lian hanging up.

Roy heard them long before he saw them.

“We’re your pack! It’s our business if you suddenly get married and have a baby!” Dick was saying, obviously upset.

“Well maybe if you all weren’t such controlling knot-heads, I’d actually tell you shit!” Jason spat back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what it means, Dick-head.”

“A-hem,” Roy said leaning on the doorway. It was extremely intense to 4 Bat’s glare at him the same time and his inner 19-year-old would have bulked under the scrutiny, but Jason looked relieved to see him and that was enough to summon up some strength to stand his ground.

He’d known what he was marrying into. He also knew that Jason desperately needed people to side with him in arguments against his pack. Too often it was everyone else against him.

That didn’t mean it was any less scary to have Batman himself advance upon him.

“Did you use Jason’s pregnancy to coerce him into bonding with you?” he went straight to the point.

“What?! No,”

“I already told you-” Jason started to snap.

“Shut up Todd, we already know this plebeian hasn’t been letting you contact us,” Damian said drawing his sword.

“What?! I wouldn’t do that!” Roy recoiled.

“He should have at least contacted the Pack when he started courting him,” Tim was sizing him up.

“What are we in the 16th century?” Jason glared, rubbing agitated circles on their daughter’s back. Roy saw Lian peaking worriedly out from the hallway, emergency comm still in her hands.

“You did at least court him, didn’t you?” Dick was glaring at him, “Some friend you are. I can’t believe you went after my little brother-”

“All of you shut up,” Roy ordered, starting to get pissed and knew he was giving out the challenging scent of an Alpha, “You’ve broke into our home at night, frightened our children, and continue to disrespect Jason. You will get out of this house right now.”

Damian looked like he was going to say something, but Bruce held up his hand. The other Bat’s looked to their leader as well.

“We’re not done talking about this,” Bruce warned.

“Out,” Jason growled, lower and more threatening than most Alpha’s could even manage.

Surprisingly, they went, though not without a few more menacing glares at Roy. Dick was going to blow up his phone with texts after this, Roy was sure.

“Daddy!” Lian dashed out to meet him as soon as they were gone.

“It’s okay baby girl, you did such a good job calling me when people came into the house,” Roy praised, scoping his girl up and holding her close.

“They were being so mean,” Lian said, rubbing her face in his neck and getting his scent all over her.

“They were,” Roy agreed, walking over to Jason who was looking a little lost now that his pack was gone, “Hey, you okay?”

“Sorry… I didn’t realize we’d woken her.” Jason said looking away, bouncing the baby lightly in his arms. That didn’t really answer the questions, except for the ways that it did. Roy peered around Jason’s shoulder to see that their other daughter was wide awake and watching everything with big murky eyes. Jason smelled stressed and upset, Roy was wasn’t surprised the baby hadn’t been able to settle down again.

“C’mon,” Roy shifted Lian to his hip and grabbed Jason’s hand, “It’s late, we can talk about this in the morning.”

“Can I sleep with you guys?” Lian asked worriedly.

“Course, princess,” Roy gave her a kiss on the forehead. Honestly, he was on edge enough that he felt much better about having his whole family where he could see them and he had a feeling Jason felt the same. Jason still stayed quiet though.

Roy frowned. He’d always hated the way Jason’s pack could just shut him mate down with a small encounter.

Once they got back to the bedroom, Roy set Lian down and let the girl toddle excitedly over to the bed and clamber up. Apparently the fun of getting to sleep with her dads far outweighed and anxiety having an angry unfamiliar pack in her home had caused. Roy was immensely grateful for that. Jason paused at the doorway though.

“I should walk around with her a bit more,” he mumbled, gesturing towards the baby, “She’ll start fussing if I try to lay her down right now.”

“I’ll take her,” Roy said reaching out softly, “You go snuggle with Lian; she was worried about you.”

Jason hesitated before handing their daughter over and walking over to help Lian from overturning all the pillows onto the floor. Roy smiled a little tightly and instead took his other daughter in a walk around the house, turning off lights and humming softly. He was grateful to get to move around a little. It gave him a chance to re-check that all the alarm systems and security were back online.

He needed to put a little more thought into Bat-proofing their house. It was hard when he couldn’t set up anything too lethal in-case Lian somehow got into it.

Eventually, the baby dozed off and Roy returned to the bedroom.

He wasn’t at all surprised that Jason was still awake and brooding.

“I think she takes after you,” Roy joked as he laid the baby down in the center of the bed by a drooling Lian, “Faaar too awake in the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said staring at the ceiling. Roy knew he wasn’t apologizing about their daughter’s sleeping habits.

“Hey,” Roy said softly, propping himself up on an elbow and reaching for his mate, “You have nothing to apologize for. Like you said: they were being huge knot-heads. They didn’t have the right.”

“I should have told them,” Jason mumbled.

“Probably,” Roy agreed with a shrug, “I understand why you didn’t though.”

“They just never listen,” Jason said, his face scrunching up in frustration, “They’ve never approved of anyone I wanted to have a relationship with and I didn’t want them to mess things up when we decided to bond. And then I got pregnant and I knew they’d freak out about it and then-”

“And then there was just one thing after another and it got harder and harder to tell,” Roy said sympathetically.

“Yeah…”

“It’s going to be okay, Jaybird,” Roy promised, leaning over their girls to kiss him quickly.

“Yeah…” Jason breathed out some of his tension, “Thanks for backing me up out there.”

“Of course,” Roy said, “I only ordered them out a little sooner than you would have.”

“Might have scared the children if I chopped off their dicks,” Jason cracked a half smile.

“Eh, Lian needs to learn sooner or later. Gotta give her practice for when all the boys and girls come courting,” Roy grinned back.

“Shh, no, I can’t think about that,” Jason shuddered.

“We’ve got time,” Roy snickered.

The look Jason was giving him was thoughtful and almost soft.

“What?”

“I’m glad you’re my mate,” Jason said, “I’m just… really glad.”

Roy felt like his heart just overflowed with affection, “Yeah, you too. Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“Crazy Bat-pack and all?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“Crazy Bat-pack and all,” Roy confirmed, stealing another kiss, “I love you.”

“Yeah… you too.”

Roy settled back down, reaching over their girls to entwine his fingers with Jason’s. He was close to dozing off himself when a thought hit.

“Wait, if you didn’t tell your pack, who have you been sending all those baby pictures to?”

“Alfred, duh.”

#I freaking love Red Fam #JayRoy #story requests #fic: Family and Mess #Anonymous

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mindcontrolinformation-blog · 5 years

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Electronic Harassment & Directed Energy Weapons

Electronic Harassment and Mind Control

Public Disclosure Notice

Directed Energy Weapons

Sonic Weapon Warning

[email protected]

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcDslisL3C9pbGmkKIl0tcA

Certain groups have the ability to monitor your thoughts, speak to your mind remotely, and apply energy to your brain in an effort to make you feel a certain way or motivate you in a manipulated direction. All of this is done wirelessly from a distance with directed energy.

A great deal of people have complained to authorities about this only to be turned away without a report or documentation, or direction to go for assistance. In fact, they have been made to look delusional to legitimate law enforcement organizations and doctors, and mocked by them for seeking help and warning them and the public of the existing dangers.

The attacks begin and are disguised with the symptoms of a “Mental Illness”. People that are targeted are provoked, informed they are being targeted and then left helpless to explain to family, friends, law enforcement and doctors that they are the victim of a psychological attack with a weapon the public is not aware of.

Intelligent targets look to the internet for answers to discover they are the recipient of “Electronic Harassment”. EH is an attempt to describe the attacks as harassment, when in fact it is an attack with mind control exercises embedded. Involuntary subjects are manipulated with directed energy weapons from afar to achieve unbiased results. Their intentions are disguised by appearing like a nuisance, Electronic Harassment, which distracts and misinforms the target and public that they hope to achieve total control of the ability to manipulate your mind as they please.

In an effort to further disguise the intention of Mind Control, some of the source of the attacks are attributed to “Gangstalking”, which is the false belief that a group of individuals is stalking, sabotaging and terrorizing your life. It is a good example of misleading or false information. Gangstalking is a major subject on the internet, when in fact it is a perpetuated falsehood. They have the ability to mimic voices and create sounds and use these abilities to construct uncomfortable scenarios with people within earshot, usually neighbors. They instigate disagreements and perceived conflicts, that cannot be resolved because they are an implanted figment of their imagination. Anybody that has access to a weapon of this ability, would never risk getting caught and exposed coming anywhere near someone they are targeting. The targeted person is unaware of the capabilities, and assigns blame to gangstalking.

Electronic Harassment and Gangstalking serve to misinform the public and the Targeted Individual of the intention and source of the harassment. This prevents medical professionals and law enforcement from adequately addressing and assisting in the Targeted Individual’s needs. Furthermore, the disinformation keeps the people responsible, the source of the crime, from being exposed, stopped and prosecuted.

Electronic harassment disrupts the flow of society and can incite violence. The number of domestic terrorism incidents has increased exponentially recently and are being conducted by American citizens rather than religious fanatics. The only thing capable of aggravating a person to a point where they would want to incur so much damage are Directed Energy Weapons. These people, in essence, have been stripped of all that is important to them, their lives, are being held hostage and are going out in a blaze of glory because they have no place to turn. They have had their lives and dignity taken from them, and no one is available to help them.

As a result, the best and only defense against these attacks is a thorough awareness, sound understanding of the capabilities, a reliable supporting network and a free flow of information. Unwitting people can be rendered unstable, making society less safe for everyone.

What needs to be done is a coordinated effort to organize the victims into a group to rally lawmakers to make a difference and bring about change. People have tried long enough to individually bring about change to no avail. The people capable of making a difference will not do so until they are approached by strength in numbers, a group they cannot ignore.

Furthermore, the medical community is not appropriately educated as to how to address the needs of the people that have been targeted. Medical professionals are not trained to distinguish between mental illness and a simulated mental illness, so they end up incorrectly treating their patients.

One easy way to test for the difference between Electronic Harassment and mental illness, is to simply ask the person whether the number of different voices they hear at any given time varies. Mental illness can vary from one to five. Electronic Harassment victims, or targeted individuals, always hear 2 different voices constantly at any given time.

Should you encounter any of these issues, I have conducted a review of the related websites listed at the end of this blog. They provide as much information and advice as possible, but beware, in some cases way too much information. There is not much assistance available. Some of the information available on the internet is misleading, incorrect, intimidating and scary. It is important to read verified information, rather than speculation.

There are also online petitions and newsletters that can be signed up for to start getting involved. Please develop your own independent opinion by verifying what you hear before taking anything for granted. A web of disinformation and misinformation exists to confuse, terrorize and mislead. Some of the owners of the sites may be unwittingly spreading the wrong information and some may be planted to lead readers in the wrong direction by enabling misinformation through peer pressure.

What you need to know before proceeding:

Electronic Harassment is another term for attempted Mind Control. They are disguising their objective with harassment.

Gangstalking and Organised Stalking is not real, a constructed perception, and an implanted figment of the imagination. No one comes remotely close to your physical location. Voices and noises are mimicked and odd occurrences are claimed by your harassment.

Microwave burns are a ricochet off your brain and not a microwave potato gun hitting you through a wall next door. They trigger your brain to heat your body in strategic locations.

Any implants found are not necessarily associated with the harassment because everything is wireless. Not enough is known about the science to convince anyone effectively that an implant is related to electronic harassment.

Intelligence Agencies and the Government are not responsible for electronic harassment because of the liability. The blame or fault lies with private entities or contractors. The government may be complicit by ignoring complaints made by harassed citizens.

Terminology

Associated Terms

Here is a list of associated terms to research to familiarize yourself with the issue:

Electronic Harassment

Targeted Individual

Gangstalking

Perp or Perpetrator

Mind Control

Redefining Associated Terms

A better way of understanding the the terms are shown below. I would change the terminology from:

Perps to Stalkers or Twerps

Electronic harassment to Wireless Harassment

Gangstalking to successfully directed paranoia or Electronic or Wireless Stalkers

Targeted Individual seems to be the best description

Sonic Weapon

The American consulates in Cuba and China were hit with the same type of weapon used or associated with “Electronic Harassment”. They complained of non-verbal attacks with a high pitch ringing in their ears. They classified the weapon as a Sonic Weapon and then backtracked by saying it wasn't a weapon at all, but rather an insect.

I experience the same high pitch noise, except my symptoms go far beyond that. The difference, is that they actually speak to me in an effort to create maps and get my brain to be more receptive to further attacks. They can apply energy to my brain to manipulate any part of my body to do whatever they want. It is miserably synthetic!

Furthermore, they can and have made my eardrums rotate in circles, scraping the sides of my inner ear as they went around. It was excruciatingly painful! So painful that they called it “one of those times” attacks. I usually threaten to go to the emergency room and complain of a Sonic Weapon when they mess with my ears which seems to calm things down most of the time.

Recently, the news tried to blame the source of the attacks on crickets. The Asian governments have come out with an effort to utilize the technology to assist the public and their country. Our government, or the people responsible for the news, hides the technology and blames the attacks on an insect, which is very disappointing.

Overall, the unwanted attack on the American consulates and myself is not a Sonic Weapon or a cricket, but rather a Directed Energy Weapon that moves and operates at sonic speeds. They can pry into your mind to see what you are thinking, communicate wirelessly with you, and apply or deprive your mind of energy to manipulate it as they see fit.

How to Stop Electronic Harassment

In order to stop Electronic Harassment, follow the web of disinformation and track the financial support. Then, connect the patents to the groups financing the flow of misinformation. Every website is full of misguided or misleading information to protect those that are responsible and make people appear delusional. Moreover, the conference calls are scripted and controlled by the moderator to monitor the subject matter and mislead targeted individuals. Hire private investigators to investigate the people moderating conference calls and website owners responsible for the false information. They promote useless and intimidating information, exposing themselves and leaving a documented path to the source of the harassment.

They are designed to act as a net of disinformation to keep those that are targeted helpless and confused. Track the bank accounts to monitor outside deposits and connect the patents to the people making the deposits. Investigating the sites and moderators can be done properly and successfully by a good private investigator or uncorrupted public administration.

Furthermore, the “TI Community” is set up as a peer pressure group to reinforce the false notions of gangstalking, implants, shielding and unconfirmed conspiracies. The conference calls and forums are full of people who are voraciously concerned and adamantly insist that gangstalking is real, implants are the source of the harassment and shielding actually works consistently over time. They quickly and viciously attack anyone who disagrees, and when all else fails, insist people with different opinions are working for the people responsible for the harassment.

The people responsible for Electronic Harassment work for private contractors so tracing the flow of funds generating the web of disinformation would give a clear and documented path to the structure of their program and people paid to harass innocent citizens and ruin their lives. I look forward to the day that the intelligence agencies stop turning a blind eye, turn on the independent contractors and use them as an example by prosecuting them publicly.

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fhujami · 6 years

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O - Ouija | Alphabet challenge [Sam Drake x reader]

Alphabet Challenge Masterlist

Tags: @dragonjedihobbit @shambhalala @fluffy-marshmallow-nerd @missdictatorme @samsassinparvismagna @unchartedterritoria @mynameismono @souls-rain

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I am struggling a lot with my writings because I feel like that all I do in my writings is that “He did that. Then he went there and did that. And blinked, while doing that.” I feel like there is no deepness or anything in my writings, especially after reading other stories which describe things so well.

Sam’s voice echoed in the apartment when he yelled at you after stepping inside. He had a bad feeling, somehow the air felt thicker and the place was more silence than usual.

Silently he put the groceries down to the floor on his feet, his hand already grabbing his gun from the holster on his back, when he finally heard you answer to him.

“I’m in the kitchen!”

With a relieved sigh, Sam put the gun back and grabbed the bags from his feet, following your voice to the kitchen.

“You scared me, princess.” - he watched as you stood next to the table, wooden board on it. Putting down the grocery bags, he walked behind you, kissing your hair and peeking over your shoulder to see what it was.

“What is that?” - seeing beautiful calligraphic letters and numbers on the board, he had a pretty good idea what it was.

“It’s Ouija board, I found it from the basement.” - you said, letting your fingers ran over the letters which had been craved to the wood.

“I don’t like that kind of things.” - sam told as he walked back to the bags, starting to empty them.

“I always want to try one of these, let’s try it, yes?” - You turned to look at your masculine boyfriend, a soft smile on your face.

“They are not real you know that? Is people who themselves move the thing.” - Sam mumbled as he put the milk cans in the fridge, along with his six pack of beer’s, only to take on of them right away.

He opened the bottle as he pushed the door closed with his hips, and when he gulped down the warm beer and looked at you, he saw how you already were closing the curtains in the kitchen.

He almost choked to his beer, coughing and spilling the liquor to his stubble covered jaw, wiping it away with the back of his hand.

“Seriously babygirl? You want to try that?”

You walked another side of the kitchen, turning the lights to be dimmer.

“Of course! It will be fun!”

You sat down at the table, waiting for Sam to join you, who hesitates for a while, before he grinned smugly, choosing to fool around with you little.

He placed the beer bottle down to the table, sitting next to you, while you landed your fingers over the planchette.

Sam shook his head a little, before he out his fingers on it too before both of you were quiet for a long time.

You bit your inner cheek to avoid smiling before with a determined and strong voice you asked;

“Is there anyone with us?”

Soon the planchette slowly moved over the word ‘Yes’, as you licked your lips to moisten them, excitement filling your body.

“Are you friendly?”

The planchette moved fast to over the word ‘No’, and you left a shocked gasp from your lips.

“Seriously babygirl, this is waste of ti-” - Sam started with an amused tone, but you cut him off immediately with shout whisper.

“Shut up Sam, this is not a joke!”

You took a shaky breath: “Have you ever killed someone?”

The planchette started to shake a little, before it rushed over the word ‘Yes’ again, while there were hearing steps on the upstairs of the house, which made Sam spook and jump on his chair a little, looking up to the ceiling.

“Is there someone visiting us?” - Sam asked before he turned to look at you, but your eyes were fixed to the board.

“Babygirl?” - Sam leaned a little closer, seeing how your eyes were glassed.

“Are you going to kill me?” - your voice was like a robot, the words coming out from your mouth steady and slowly.

Sam’s brows knitted together while he took his fingers away from the planchette after it started to move on the board quickly, while at the same time the lights in the kitchen started to flicker.

“Holy shit!” - standing fast up from his chair, making the chair to fall back down against the floor, leaving loud thump to echo in the room, as he looked up to the ceiling, the flickering lights making scary noises.

His heart beats fast, as he looked down at the board, as it stopped to the word ‘Yes’ again, his breathing heavy and heart beating rapidly to the fact he agreed to this stupid thing with you.

And if there, in fact, were some ghost or demon in the house, it was going to kill you.

“Baby girl! Is not funny, stop that!” - Sam grabbed your wrists and pulled to make your fingers to leave the planchette, but the moment your fingers left it, a loud crack and a blinding light filled the room, making Sam cover his ears and shut his eyes.

When he was able to open his eyes again, blinking hard to get the moment of blindness out of them, he saw you laying on the floor, throat covered with blood, as it slowly started to paint the floor to red.

Blinking his eyes harder, shaking his head, he couldn’t believe what he saw, so he tried to shook the image away to see your beautiful smile to show him it was all just a trick.

But when he landed his eyes on you again, the blood was still there, your eyes were closed and the floor slowly was flooding with blood.

“Baby?!” - his heartbroken scream filled now the quiet house as he kneeled next to you, his shaking hands cupped your cheeks as tears flew down his cheeks.

“Shit, shit, baby? Please baby!’ - his words got mumbled by his sobs while he touched your throat to feel how deep the cut was, but when his fingertips felt no cut there, he was filled with confusion.

The laugh started to echo from the living room, Sam’s head snapping up as he saw his brother and Charlie standing in the doorframe.

When he felt your body shaking in his hands, he looked down at you, as his tears had stopped pouring but his cheeks were still filled with them as he looked how your eyes were open and you were laughing.

He pulled away, looking at you with disbelief, as Nathan throw you a blanket, your hand catching it from the air and you started to clean your throat with it.

Sam sat on the floor, unable to realize what was going on, when he looked at how you sat up, cleaning your throat and relieving no cut on it.

“I’m sorry honey, but I needed a revenge after your little dying trick in Thailand.” - you crawled little closer to him, as his eyes moved from you to Nathan and Charlie and then back at you.

“You should have seen your face!” - Charlie shouted and pushed Nathan on his shoulder; - “I told you we need to videotape it!”

“I know I know!” - Nathan whined and rubbed his shoulder as walking past the kitchen, to open the fridge and took two beers from there, throwing the other one to Charlie.

You crawled closer to Sam, who’s cheeks were still covered with his tears, as you gently cupped his cheeks and wiped those already dried tears away.

“I’m sorry honey.” - you whispered and placed a soft kiss to his lips, but you were fastly pulled against his chest, as his strong arms circled around you, his face hiding in the crook between your neck and shoulder, as he hugged you tightly.

You felt bad for him, you didn’t realize he would react this strongly, and you gently entwined your fingers into his brown hair, hugging him back, whispering over and over again into his ear how sorry you were.

“I thought I lost you.” - his weak whimper made you feel even worse, sighing long you promised you won’t do that again.

“I’ll make up that to you okay?” - you pulled away, looking deep into his red eyes, as he nodded slowly, and you started to get up.

“Yeah you better,” - he said as he started to get up from the floor too, holding your hand still, and when you were about to walk away, he pulled from your hand, and when you turned to look at him, you saw him on his knee, looking up at you.

“By marrying me.” - he said smugly, a laugh escaping your lips as you knew Sam was not a marriage person.

But when you saw how he reached his jean pocket, popping up a ring box from there, your eyes shot wide open when he opened that little box, relieving a beautiful silver ring in there.

“Will you marry me?” - he asked and you looked at Nathan and Charlie - who had walked next to Nathan, both of them smirking like assholes to you.

“You two were in this!?” - you screamed at them, making their smirk only get wider as you couldn’t believe Sam was still able to trick you even you tried to trick him.

“That was not the answer I was hoping for.” - Sam caught your attention again, your eyes snapping down to him, where he was still kneeling in front of you, ring in his hand.

“Yes! I will marry you you fucking idiot!” - you screamed at him as you landed down on his neck, kissing him hard as Sam circled his hands around you again to keep himself in balance.

#fhujamiwritings #alphabet challenge #sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake #shit will do

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schostakowitsch-remade · 6 years

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it’s just more fucking goddard shit

miranda pryce has zero (0) people skills

she doesn’t even know most goddard employees’ names; she keeps mixing up jacobi and kepler

she refers to kepler as cutter’s pet and they both hate it

jacobi is “the loud one with dr. maxwell”

“miranda, at the very least you need to learn my favorites’ names”

“why”

“so...so you can talk to them, miranda”

“why”

“miranda please”

it’s gotten to the point where she will Adamantly Refuse to address anyone who isn’t cutter, rachel, clark, or maxwell by their actual name

cutter is pryce’s only and best friend but damn does he really test her patience sometimes

like she has no goddamn clue why cutter chooses to hire the people that he does

“miranda, miranda, i made a new friend today!”

“i’m your only friend, marcus”

“that’s not — hey, you acknowledged that we’re friends! i’m so touched, miranda!”

“shut up, marcus”

“aaaanyway, this is rachel! or she will be rachel. right now she’s andrea nash; HR is still coming up with a last name for her. i pointed a gun at her and she laughed at me!”

“why are you like this”

when cutter told her that he hired someone straight out of prison, she threatened to scramble his brain into something easier for her to deal with; she is so fucking done

cutter has weekly meetings to go over progress and such and each one is just fucking chaos

they’re basically free opportunities for cutter to terrorize his subordinates one by one

cutter usually asks kepler a few shallow questions about work before viciously attacking all of the smallest flaws in every single one of his choices, thus figuratively ripping him to shreds

he interrogates jacobi to hell and back about anything and everything to do with work guidelines and the SI5 handbook and the dssppm, going as far as to make him recite pryce and carter tips off of the top of his head in rapid succession

if he isn’t satisfied, which he never is, jacobi is rewarded with an extra tall stack of paperwork, delivered very joyously by rachel

cutter saves maxwell for pryce to tear into and let me tell you, pryce isn’t just vicious, she’s spiteful and maxwell suffers every single day of her life because of it

he and rachel tend to just go back and forth threatening each other since she’s not scared of him anymore

rachel has really come to master the part of the polite and terrifying superior and cutter couldn’t be prouder

rachel is cutter’s favorite; let’s be completely transparent about this

oh, the meetings are also for tests of homicidal intent between coworkers!

spoilers: there’s a lot of it

the way that goddard, especially cutter’s little inner circle, works is that pretty much any behavior, any threat, and any active assassination attempt is, by an unspoken rule, permitted so long as it is personal rather than discriminatory and you don’t get caught

if you want to come to a questionable compromise with your superior in order to be promoted? well, that’s just fine as long as no one else finds out

do you want to organize an assassination of one of your coworkers? go on ahead! just make sure it doesn’t lead back to you

there are only two rules:

what you do cannot disrupt the work of others,

and you must be ready to face the biased and possibly fatal consequences in the event of getting caught

it’s not illegal if you don’t get caught!!!

once rachel is through with cutter’s How To Be A Scary Superior lessons, she usually zeroes in on kepler to insult him with her newly-expanded offensive dictionary

kepler takes it in stride about as well as when he was promoted to major aka Not Well

they typically go back and forth for ten-ish minutes before rachel makes an underhanded personal attack on kepler’s character

to which kepler cuts it all short by insisting that a man of my caliber does not answer to middle-management bureaucrats like you

after fucking murdering kepler and giving him a good reason to inflict the whiskey speech on anyone unlucky enough to be near him, she does the same thing to clark and good fucking lord

these two have quite the...tumultuous relationship

read: they want each other dead, stat, and have ever since they first met

maxwell and jacobi have a bet going on who’s going to eventually kill the other first

jacobi thinks that rachel will snap first because she’s scaaaary, lana!

she is scary; one time he snarked at her because it was two in the morning and he still had work coming to him that had to be finished by the start of the following workday and she slammed a letter opener between his fingers and into his keyboard

maxwell is deadset on it being clark because that man is five feet and five inches of pure, concentrated spite, jacobi

one time early in her employment, maxwell found clark sifting through her files, unaware that pryce had told him to do so, and she called security on him and he has never let her live it down

give him some credit, lana; i think at least 30% of his bloodstream is coffee now

also heights:

pryce is 6’0” flat

cutter is 5’11” and three quarters of an inch and he loathes every second of it

clark is 5’5”

rachel is 5’4” and three quarters of an inch and she loathes every second of it

anyway! despite his very nice paycheck, clark really is not paid enough considering the staggering amount of effort it takes to restrain himself from actually throttling rachel in front of everyone

“david. tell me. how does it feel?”

“how does what feel, miss young?”

“how does it feel to be left behind?”

“i have...no idea what you are talking about, miss young.”

“oh? then i’ll be blunt. how does it feel to be second to me?”

“.....you are being...ridiculously childish.”

“am i? i didn’t realize.”

“.....do you think that i hate you, miss young?”

“i’d like to know that myself, david. do you?”

“..................not :) in :) the :) least :) :) :)”

this one is cutter’s favorite show because clark knows he can’t kill rachel or it’ll immediately be traced back to him so he just Suffers and Dies

honestly, they could be like pryce and cutter successors with how goddamn scary they could be together, but they just try to kill each other whenever they’re stuck in the same room for more than fifteen minutes; neither of them can wear ties or scarves anymore because they’ve tried to strangle each other with them too often

they hate each other So Much good god children stop it

enlil low-key tries to kill everyone when cutter uses his plane; he just wants to see what will happen

he doesn’t actively dislike or actually want anyone on the plane dead; he’s just a very experimental pilot and he likes to see what he can get away with

hence why he’s so passive-aggressive about the mandatory safety video

cutter finds it absolutely hilarious and he likes to threaten to recode enlil’s personality just because he likes to be scary

pryce fucking hates him though so whenever she’s onboard he’s on his Best Behavior

marcus, why would you give him such a big personality; marcus, this was not necessary; marcus, his voice is too lilting and cheery; yes marcus, that is an insult against your voice as well; marcus, i hate him; marcus —

this entire company is so fucking corrupt i hate it

#wolf 359 #marcus cutter #miranda pryce #daniel jacobi #warren kepler #alana maxwell #rachel young #david clark #enlil #goddard tag #silas.txt #they all SUCK and i HATE them!!!

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the-energon-hole · 6 years

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It's me again :-) can you write sfw headcanons of bayverse optimus, ratchet, ironhide, jazz, and bee with tsundere human s/o? They're all cool and tough but the second the bots get hurt, the human runs up to them kiss their boo boos~

((A/N I am actually not 100% thrilled with how this one turned out, so I apologize if it is a little sub-par, I am not very familiar with Japaneses Arch types, I haven’t watched anime in a very long time- I have quite a few issues with it a whole lol.

I hope that this is at least ok and a little bit of what you asked for, anyway

Optimus Prime

-There were a lot of rumors that were circulated around the top secret military base, which is a really funny thought when it is said out loud, but when you sit and actually think about it- it makes a lot of sense. The soldiers here have nothing to do here in the middle of nowhere but their job, and on their down time have very little things to fill the void of boredom. It was natural for rumors to begin and spread through close-quarter living like this, you just wished that the rumors weren’t revolving around you and your “personality problems”. You had quite the reputation of being a hardass, someone who is unnecessarily cruel for absolutely no reason- and honestly what was the point of fighting those rumors? Not only did it help maintain some semblance of power you had over some of these soldiers, it also helped keep the troops a little more entertained telling horror stories about their encounters with you. It was alright, you didn’t mind being the bad guy all the time, because those in your inner circle know you aren’t the hard-ass that everyone keeps painting you out to be- and really, that was the only thing that mattered in your book.

-Once, when your friend Optimus Prime returned to the base extremely dinged up and damaged, let’s just say that day your reputation for being a hard ass was wiped clean and you became the subject of a new rumor mill- “I’m a jerk, but only when my wubby bubby Prime isn’t hurt in the infirmary”. It was a weird rumor, and it made some of the soldiers no longer respect you, but you just couldn’t help yourself feeling such strong emotions that day when the Prime came back looking like he was kicked around and stomped on by some bot bigger than him- and that is saying something considering he was a very big mech. You were nearly in tears as you sat and watched Ratchet work on returning the Prime back to his full health- and that was the start of the crack in your hard perceived personality. The proverbial nail in the coffin to your facade was when you thought you were alone in the infirmary with the Prime, and you let it slip how important he was to you and how you wouldn’t know what to do without him- which is an ok thing to hear on its’ own, but as it turn out they were also watching and saw you give a small friendly smooch onto Optimus’ faceplate. You just wish the soldiers were a little more creative, as again, “wubby bubby Prime” did nothing but make you mad, and you ended up yelling at the ranks until they came up with some better insulting names… It turns out they aren’t exactly the best at being creative- but that’s ok, yelling was enough to make them not only think you were a hard ass again, but now you were a crazy hard ass. Optimus knew you were a big softie, but he would keep it to himself all the other times you broke apart and were a sweet and kind person.

Ratchet

-You were a little hard to get along with, due to your harsh words and your prickly personality, but you really were a good person underneath. You believed in the goodness of man, and you believed in people’s good spirit and will. You really did- but over the years your tough life and hard endeavours had caused you to be a little bit cynical and bitter than you would like to admit. People actually actively avoided the infirmary where you worked mostly throughout the day because they just didn’t want to deal with your bad attitude. It wasn’t your fault that most of these soldiers and politician did stupid things to put themselves in unnecessary danger, and if you were being honest, you hated all this conflict and war between humans themselves in the cybertronians you find yourself caring for. War was stupid, and if people just took the time to sit and talk then maybe they wouldn’t feel the need to put people’s lives in danger for absolutely no reason. Life wasn’t that simple though, things weren’t always black and white, and sometimes you wished that they were.

-Ratchet was a little sick of your bad attitude sometimes, and didn’t understand why you called him a close friend yet you continued to treat i as if he were nothing. Humans were a strange species- their biology was the easy part, but their psychology makes no sense to him. Also their need to build small structures, even in the presents of bigger and hardier life forms, they refuse to build things up to cybertronian code- he couldn’t count how many times he has scraped and scuffed his frame on narrow hallways and small door frames. You always seemed to get angrier ad angreier every time he would come back with a small nick or cut, but it wasn’t until he made himself bleed energon did you change your tune about his injuries. He came into the infirmary holding his side rather tightly, and as you passively asked what happened, he noticed your demeanor change once he declutched his side to weld the small wound shut. It looked like you weren’t really listening to his words- which wasn’t all that uncommon between the two of you but his sensors indicated that there was a big emotional shift in your body. Before he could ask, you began to do something he never thought you would, you asked if he was alright- and if he was in any major pain from his wound. He said that he was fine, but you didn’t believe him- you have never seen the old fool bleed before… it was a little scary to know these giant titans are actually vulnerable to physical attacks. After that situation, it was easy to say you got even more upset with Ratchet if he injured himself, but you were a little more gentle on him when he would bleed a little bit of his life fuel.

Bumblebee

-There was a lot to be said about what it takes to be someone who has to deal with politicians all day long- spoiler alert, it isn’t very fun and you always have to believe the one fact of life, that someone is always lying about something. Politicians are absolutely the worst kind of people, and will do or say anything to save face, needless to say it has caused you to become a rather bitter and angry person- your cynicism makes it a little hard for anyone to get close to you- which is honestly ok with you most of the time. You had a soft spot, at least for some people- and most recently some bots, but it was rare to be seen. You believed in tough love, it was a way for you to be strict to those around you- to prepare them for the real world of disaster known as the game of red tape and gaslighting, basically dealing with real people and real power. Bumblebee was no exception, you really liked the bot, but boy was he too naive for his own good- too trusting and relaxed, he needed a big dose of reality, and you really don’t want to be there when that happens… On one hand he needs a good slap in the faceplate to see just how conniving and manipulative humans are, but on the other hand it would be a real shame for him to lose his sense of what is good and right- to many people in power lose sight of what is important, and that is what makes this world truly bad.

-You never really saw much of the combat side of things when it comes to your job and how you are involved in the Autobot cause, but the one time you saw the outcome of the real war these bots were facing, you had a big dose of reality slap you in the face. It was ironic really, you were the one getting reality checked for once, and you don’t think you have ever felt this way about anyone in a very long time. You saw poor Bumblebee injured and waiting on a medical table built for the bots, and you couldn’t help but gush a little over how happy you were that he was ok- it made him question you a little bit, but the attention was much appreciated. After that moment though, it was back to being your cold and hard self, and Bumblebee wasn’t afraid to say outloud how much he missed the softer side of you which was followed by a joke about how he should injure himself again just to see it. That wasn’t funny at all, and you made sure you let him know how gross and irresponsible that was and would be.

Ironhide

-Sometimes it was just easier to be mean than it was to be nice- not to say that you don’t like being nice, it was just hard to let your real emotions shine through when all people do is judge and hate you for it. Your appearance doesn’t help the fact that most people perceive you to be a brute rather than a lover- it was probably why you went into military work in the first place, it just sort of matched your personality and appearance. You learned long ago that people whom are willing to break down your barriers and find that soft squishy center underneath, those are the ones that you should be keeping around and trying to impress- not all these phoneys who put ona happy face and pretend to like you only to get something out of you. No, anyone special enough to see past your hard appearance and even harder personality was well worth keeping around, even when they are few and far in between.

-You would have never thought that the somebody whom could break through your hard exterior skin could be a big robot from outer space, especially if that robot was a trigger happy fiend like Ironhide was. He was a one of a kind bot who took your abuse with a grain of salt and simply laughed at you for being so bitter and angry all the time, saying things like you need to let loose and shoot more guns and to stop being such a downer all the time. It was always a back and forth between you twom but it was a back and forth you looked forward to everyday- that is until you heard about that bit ol’ bot getting hurt in a shooting range accident. When you went to visit him he was playing it cool like nothing ever happened, but he had his arm blasted off and he was leaking energon everywhere. The way Ironhide tells it, you basically melted into a pile of a sobbing mushy mess as you told him to be more careful and that you wouldn’t know what to do without him. He was kind of glad things went back to normal between the two of you when he was all fixd- he liked the harder personality you a little bit better than the crying mess in the infirmary.

Jazz

-You went into your elected seat promising all of your constituencies and voters that you would bring about great change o their area ,and that you would do everything in your power to make the world a better place- even if that meant becoming a liaison to a bunch of giant robots from space, aliens essentially, it wasn’t what you had in mind but it was what you had to work with. You had a reputation for being rather hard and cruel, and you had to be in your line of work, everyone always lied and everyone is out to get you, that was how the world worked. You didn’t hate the bot you were supposed to be working with everyday, but his lazy demeanor and his go with the flow vibe bothered you quite a bit- you have to have a plan for everything, you can’t just sit back and watch life go by without a plan. It was mostly you yelling at him, and him laughing about how stuck u you are, but there was a sense of trust between the two of you, as you knew how each other would react and function to new ideas.

-You didn’t think your soft spot for Jazz was all that big, until he came back to base badly wounded and leaking all kinds of strange fluid. He was going to be ok, but out of commission for awhile- and you made sure he was as comfortable as possible. He would make all those stupid jokes about how he has never seen you so sweet, and how you should be like this more often. You just huffed and told him to stop being stupid, and to hurry up and feel better do that you two could get back to business doing work to harbor peace between mankind and Autobots. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he laughed as his own processor said to get hurt more often, maybe you would learn to relax a little if that were to happen- he doubted it though, because as soon as we was well enough to leave the med bay, it was back to business as usual between the two of you. It was ok with him, and it was ok with you, and in the end that was all it took to help patch up Autobot-human relations.

#Bayverse #Optimus Prime #Bumblebee #Ratchet #Jazz #Ironhide #Long Post #Headcanon

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“2014...Friend Or Foe?”

December 23, 2014 at 3:08pm

Well, another year has come and gone. And what can be said about the year that bought usThe Ice Bucket Challenge, Lumberjack Beards and The Battle of Celebrity Silicone Parts. 2014 cemented history for some and unraveled it for others. We watched the product of racism grow into an epidemic of police brutality and learned a lot more about ourselves than we wanted to know. So, let's jump right in and do a recap!

I can't think of anyone else who deserves this cover more than President Obama.

Politics is one of those subjects that we are told never to discuss at a dinner party, but this year I don't think any of us could escape this topic. In the United States, President Obamahad a roller coaster ride that I don't think any otter president has ever had to face. His uphill battle with the Republicans just got nastier as they continued to be "The Party Of No". It amazed me that their hatred for the first Black President would drive them to put in place rezoning laws to secure the elections later in the year. Republicans cunningly said "no" to many ideas just to later blame Obama for things not getting done. This hatred and racism would spill into other areas later in the year.

Here in Toronto, we started out the year with Mayor Rob Ford being defiant by not stepping down after admitting that he smoked crack on The Jimmy Kimmel Show. His arrogance would make him believe that he would win the next election. But as my grandmother used to say….."God don't like ugly (and he ain't too fond of pretty either)." Health issues would eventually take him out of the mayoral race and have his brother take his place in the running. But the good folks with common sense had the good taste of send the message to the Ford brothers that they are not welcomed in City Hall anymore. And although the gay community were really hoping that Olivia Chow would have been our next mayor, the inner core of downtown could not out voted the conservative suburbs and John Tory was voted in.

It was really interesting to watch the blogs and twitter-sphere talk about what was going to happen and what should have happened. I was surprised to see how many conservative acquaintances I had on my facebook friends list. I even had someone in my circle who is super-gay and a Ann Coultier fan. Talk about a walking contradiction…..I mean….who knew we had gay republicans in Canada? And one of my favorite things (….this is sarcasm), is watching some Canadians who only know what is sensationalized on the internet and on TV talk and post about life in the states. As if what they read or heard is the only life for Americans. Everyone has guns, everyone voted Bush in office in both elections and all Americans are stupid. That's no different than the Americans who think Canadians live in igloos and say "a-boot". I guess that's why many Canadians believe that the racial problems that happen in the states are not here in their own backyard. I often joke with my husband that I now know why Canadians get mugged and shot in The Big Apple. They go in with preconceived notions and carry their Canadian philosophies with them when traveling (like walking directly behind New Yorkers instead of giving a little breathing space while walking down the street…..definitely a good way to get shot or at least cursed out).

2014 could be described as history repeating itself. With the re-election of President Obama came more racial divide in the world. Remember….what happens over here effects over there. In his first term, the Republicans accused him of going on an Apology Tourthrough Europe. But Obama realized that in order to fix the US's standing in Europe, he had to repair relationships. Recently he began speaking about fixing things with Cuba. As an American (especially from Florida), I was surprised when I came to Canada and saw commercials for vacationing in Havana. This would never happen in the states. But with the Democrats' big loss in the Senate election this year, Obama lost any power in Congress. And try as he might to reach out to work with the Republicans……they are not having it.

The Ebola Crisis, Russia, North Korea, the Israeli-Palestine Conflict, the missing Malaysia aircraft, Healthcare Enrollment, "The Interview"……..whatever Obama said or did was not good enough or was not soon enough. But I guess the Republicans were not counting on him to remain so level-headed. Just once I wanted him to explode and show full anger for all the shit that he has had to endure as the first Black President. But he knows that he has to remain focused and stay on course. When it is all said in done after he leaves office, his legacy will out live the assholes who tried to sabotage him every step of the way. Let's just hope that Hillary Clinton really does throw her hat in the ring for the 2016 election (I wanna see the US make history again as Bill Clinton becomes the First Husband). So far, the Republicans have not presented a viable candidate.

Unfortunately for Obama, his presidency has brought up the old "Jim Crow" mentality. Just as the US took two steps forward, bias crimes and hatred slowly started to rise and knocked us four steps back. We are still recovering from the Zimmerman Verdict. Paula Deen andDuck Dynasty are still on the air (and I just got back from a trip to Florida where I was surprised by how many Redneck reality shows are in production). Chick-fil-a became the fast-food headquarters for homophobia while some gays tried to turn the situation into black people and the n-word situation nothing changed.

In July, I heard a report about a mentally challenged black man named Milton Hall being shot 46 times in Detroit. And then we watched on YouTube as Eric Garner died in a police choke hold because it was believed that he was selling loose cigarettes (known as a "lousy" on the streets) on Staten Island. Shortly after that came the news of Michael Brown being shot and left in the street in Ferguson. The reports of 12 year old Tamir Rice being shot and killed by police in Cleveland left me stunned. Earlier in February, I wrote a blog called"Hunting Season Is Open In The U.S." which talked about the rise of hate crimes against black youth. Little did I know that this blog would become a prelude to a summer of killings by the police. And all of these shootings would open a huge debate about what is excessive force. Of course we want to support the law enforcement officers who are really out there to protect our communities, but something has to be done about the percentage of cops who are hunting down people of color while the judicial system seems to not be holding them accountable. Yes….there are bad people and bad cops. Out of all the names I mentioned above, there were no cigarettes found on Eric Garner. The rest had probable cause to be stopped…..but not killed.

And while the internet can be the perfect place to see the world and learn new things, it can also be the breeding ground for hate and misinformation. It's scary to think what and who is lurking behind the keyboards out there. Agendas to start a race war and spread propaganda is at every turn. Folks writing sensational articles and blogs to get hits to their sites (without regard for who they hurt or discredit). For every positive article or blog there are probably hundreds to counteract that message. And unfortunately, many people don't check the sources or credibility of these sites and articles and then just accept them as truth. Look before you leap, people.

With the rise of cyber-bullying, teen suicide is slowly becoming common place. Many deaths happened in 2014 (including the death of Bill Cosby's image). And although we lost quite a few celebrities and icons this year (Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Robin Williams, Joan Rivers, Jan Hooks, Maya Angelou, Ruby Dee, Casey Kasem, Shirley Temple) there was one particular non-celebrity death that struck me really hard. It was the suicide of 16 year old Sergio Urrego. His story really got me because he did not kill himself because of bullying by classmates. No…he killed himself because of the faculty at his Catholic School in Colombia found a photo on his cellphone of him kissing his boyfriend and began harassing them both. Forcing the boyfriend to out himself to his parents about his sexuality then forcing him out of the school. Then they went as far as not releasing Sergio's records so he could not transfer to another school. The poor child posted the lyrics and the YouTube clip of Pink Floyd's "Goodbye Cruel World" on his facebook page on August 4th and then killed himself.

This is the danger of allowing religion into politics. People kill in the name of religion. And now people are killing themselves because of religion. And with idiots like Andrew Caldwellproclaiming that he is not gay no more and dancing around with the holy spirit on YouTube, it's hard to believe that in this same year Pope Francis in the vatican declared that "homosexuals need to be welcomed…..and have gifts and qualities to offer the Christian community." But the majority of black churches are not following the Pope's words. In the communities of color, there remains homophobia (which is completely silly because there are plenty of gay people in the church). When will everyone understand that we are not free until everyone is free. It is hard to break down the years of institutionalized hatred, racism and homophobia. We must first look at ourselves and ask the question…."how would I like to be treated?"

Another topic that has risen since the summer is the appropriation of Black Culture. One of the great things about the United States is the concept of making something out of nothing. Ideas being turned into reality fuel the imagination and the economy. So, the concept of Hip Hop and Ballroom Culture being repackaged and marketing under white artists has come under fire. Since the Eric Garner choke hold, many of the black community have asked where is the outrage from folks like Miley Cyrus, Robin Thicke, Justin Timberlake, & Iggy Azalea. And it seems that since Iggy's sales have been through the roof and she has been deemed the new Elvis of Urban Music, she has been the subject of complaints. Rivals Nicki Minaj and Azealia Banks have voiced their distain for the gal from down under. Because I am leery of most things I read nowadays on the internet, I don't know what to believe about Iggy. I like her music and her flow, but is she really stealing thunder from other black artists? I mean….Kendrick Lamar seems to have moved on since the Grammy's. And it's funny that we haven't heard very much from Macklemore since all his accolades. The argument is that "everybody wants to be black to sell records", but when it comes down to actually being down for the cause of fighting for justice no one is around. Don't use our music and culture for record sells and then turn your back on us when we need your voices as much as ever. And don't think because you adopt black children that it gives you card blanche to say the word "nigger"….I'm talking to you Madonna. Even though you are about to drop your new album, I haven't forgotten your Instagram comment on your son, Rocco back in January.

And the continuation of Ballroom Culture appropriation continues as many gay white men love to ki-ki and duck walk to RuPaul's "Sissy That Walk" (which is another kind of appropriation since Ru was never a Ballroom kid either). But the funny thing is watching"Paris Is Burning" and seeing all the appropriation of the 80s rich Republican Culture as they aspire to be all the things they watched on "Dynasty". And today's Kardashians don't help either. Getting rich off of poor people's lust for power and fame. So, who's wrong and who's right. Should we take this opportunity to adapt and accept each other's culture instead of pitting black women against white gay men? I mean….we can all be "Gone With The Wind Fabulous" if that's what we aspire to be. We are all guilty of admiring something about another race or culture. Some imitate it and others try to destroy it to make themselves look superior. Everyone wants to point the finger, but no one wants to look in the mirror.

So, as this year comes to a close I am grateful for a few things. One of the things I am most proud of for 2014 is that I received the 2013-2014 "Friends Of The Foundation Award"from the Toronto Peoples With AIDS Foundation for my fundraisers, POZ-TO andSUNDAY NIGHT FEVER. My husband and I have worked really hard to create a space for the HIV+ Community and raising awareness. My "HIV/AIDS IS EVERYONE'S BUSINESS" Campaign has brought a lot of people together to raise their voices in the fight. And we celebrated our second year anniversary of the POZ-TO event on World AIDS Day(December 1st). Another is the sense of community that rallied together to help me after my bicycle accident in October that left me with a fractured cheekbone and jaw accompanied with a chipped tooth. It was amazing to see how many people cared and came out to perform, donate and support me in my time of need. I am also grateful for reconnecting with my family. I know too many gay people who do not have the support of their biological family (and there is nothing wrong with our adopted family, but there is something really special about being connected to those who are in our blood line). And lastly, I am forever grateful for my loving husband, John Richard Allan. I have never met anyone who has understood me or supported me as much as this man. I am truly blessed.

I don't know what 2015 will hold. But I do know that our conversations and debates about justice and racism will probably be more intense until we change some laws and outlooks in the United States. I know that Bill Cosby needs to address all of the rape accusations against him. It's tough watching the death of another black man. I know that not all cops are bad. I know that not all black youth are bad. I know that shooting police officers just because they are cops is not going to help the solution of fixing what is wrong with the relationship between communities of color and the law enforcement. I know that there are still some good people out there who are working to make their immediate worlds better (and honestly….that's all we can do on a personal level). I know that if you can't see passed the bubble you live in, you are not gonna go very far in life. And as for me….I am looking forward to seeing what else I can do to make my immediate world a better place.

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