#I am so fucking sorry that riot FUCKING games is what it took to bring my inspiration back

[ghostlykeyes]

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN: HEADCANONS ♡ TW : Drug mentions/Usage ♡ TW: Food mentions ♡ No pairings/ not reader-insert

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KAYN 

Ever since joining Heartsteel, Kayn's 'Rhaast' outbursts have lessened in frequency and severity. Of course, his alter-ego makes regular appearances, but being with a group that encourages and accepts him rather than holds him back and tries to get him under control has made it so that Kayn feels less need to express his feelings in such an explosive, reckless way. Of course, he'll never admit that his newfound friends are the reason for his recent (very, VERY slight) stability.

Kayn is extremely choosy with his jewelry. He fronts like he doesn't want to wear "cheap, lame shit"—but actually, he just reacts to most metals. If he doesn't check to make sure his earrings are hypoallergenic, he ends up with a massive rash. Why the excuse? He is NOT about to admit he has sensitive skin.

Probably not a surprise, but Kayn breaks his phone CONSTANTLY. With all his reckless antics, it's rare for a new phone to last him more than a few months. The silver lining is that he at least has his emergency contacts (the Heartsteel members, of course) memorized from entering them into his contacts list so often.

Kayn also has a burner phone he uses for Rhaast.

Maybe you'd expect Kayn to have an enormous rager for his birthday, but the truth is, he doesn't actually like that many people. Instead he invites a handful of his actual friends to the shared Heartsteel apartment for a joint Halloween/birthday party. Costumes mandatory, noise complaints expected. Kayn will tell you to your face if he thinks your costume is stupid.

Kayn's got a lucky guitar pick. Somehow, he’s never lost it.

Wherever Kayn goes, property damage often follows. For Heartsteel's sake, he's cleaned up his act a tiny bit, mostly because he's scared of respects Yone, who gets pissed whenever Kayn breaks too much shit. But come on, you can't deny a man all of life's simple pleasures—you gotta let him graffiti the side of a water tower every once in awhile, or blow up the occasional car.

Notorious for social media rampages, Kayn's been banned from using the Heartsteel twitter. (The last straw was him using the account to threaten a member of his old band. Apparently, Alune didn't think "I'LL FUKKIN DOXX U LOL" an appropriate use of the official twitter account.) He's still semi-active on his personal accounts, but only in sporadic bursts.

Kayn knows how to tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue.

Like most rockstars, Kayn dabbles in cocaine. His drug use is pretty limited, though, mostly because he doesn't really need drugs to be high-energy and unhinged. When clips of his erratic behavior surface or Kayn goes on a twitter rampage, newer fans often speculate about Kayn being on drugs. Veteran Heartbeats know that he’s just Like That, though. 

Kayn says he doesn't have a favorite bandmate. (He does. It's Ezreal.)

A lot of the time, Kayn has to be reminded to eat. When he's busy writing songs or hanging out with the band, stopping for a bite never crosses his mind. Thankfully, Sett's on top of his meal schedule (gotta hit those macros!) so he'll remind Kayn that lunch is a Thing That Exists.

Kayn spends a ridiculous amount of time on his nails. Cuticles? Trimmed. Polish? Immaculate, and always black or burgundy. Topcoat? Applied and glass-smooth. Of course he'll deny that his nail routine is so precise because it doesn't fit his devil-may-care image, but come on. Chipped OPI and hangnails? Couldn't be him.

Kayn hates nothing more than the passenger seat. Let him drive! Yes, he knows that he's gotten two speeding tickets in the past three months. Yes, he's completely aware that K'sante got violently carsick the last time Kayn drove everyone to Taco Bell. He does not care. He will NEVER care. Driving is fun and driving recklessly is really fun.

You won't catch Kayn in a salon. He dyes and cuts his own hair in his bathroom. (How is it still so perfect?!)

Kayn is way too eager to help Aphelios pull pranks on people. Unfortunately, he can dish it out, but he can't take it. A prank on Kayn has a 50/50 chance of putting him in a sour, bitchy mood for the next hour.

Of all the band members, Kayn's the one that spends the most time alone. He doesn't have many friends outside Heartsteel. And, even though he knows his band has his back and he appreciates them, he needs frequent social breaks.

Kayn's the ultimate night owl. It's rare for him to go to bed before 4 AM. Despite this, he's always up before ten. Maybe it's Yone's rigorous recording schedule that gets him up. Maybe he's so high-energy, his body can't stand staying still for more than six hours. Maybe, though, it's just all the Monster energy drinks.

Consider it a sign that he likes you if Kayn spam-texts you. If he doesn't, he won't even bother responding. (But, if he suddenly stops texting you out of the blue? Don't worry. He probably broke his phone. Again.)

#Kayn #Sheida Kayn #league of legends #heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel headcanons #I am so fucking sorry that riot FUCKING games is what it took to bring my inspiration back #shadow assassin form is like finish your wips but rhaast is in my ear screaming POST LEAGUE TWINKS #sorry 4 being a gamer on main #tw drugs #tw drug use #these are general HCs but if there's interest I'm super down to write more romance/ reader insert themed ones !

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k  i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:  

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

#cobra kai #cobra kai season 1 #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #ck #tag game #binary boyfriends #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip

[givemeonebreath]

A big, messy Linked Universe playlist

Link for Links

Heavy on the angst, because of who I am as a person. (At the same time, don’t take it too seriously, man.)

Influenced by canon, manga (TP Link is really Going Through It™ ), my personal perceptions, and popular fandom canon.

A pretty wide variety of genres, with a bias towards metal and prog rock.

I kept snippets of lyrics for most songs, also because of who I am as a person. (Some were particularly hard to narrow down to just one verse or chorus.) Those - and a little more rambling - are under the cut if you really want, in the order of the playlist. But. It’s long.

I didn’t initially make this with the intent to share, but hey. Throughout my past year+ of listening, I’ve been haphazardly adding songs to a playlist I very creatively named Links. If something reminded me of them, whether through the music or lyrics or both, I threw it on the playlist, so some songs might seem odd or vague. Some are really on the nose, as subtle as a sledgehammer. (Sky for Sky? Dude. Sorry.) Some are there because of a fitting line or two that stuck in my head. Ultimately, music - like any form of creative expression - can be interpreted in a multitude of ways. 

My listening habits and tastes are erratic, which is why this is one big, jumbled playlist and not separated for different Links. Not to mention if I did that, some (Wild, Legend) would have a lot and some (Wind, Four) would have none, both because of my own familiarity with them, and because of the general themes of the music I tend to listen to. Most songs are a general ‘hero’s spirit reborn’ mood, anyway - those are the first part of the playlist. The second half is more nuanced to specific Links, plus a few Ganon vibes.

1. Deep Purple - April (Koji Kondo, composer of the original Legend of Zelda theme, was into Deep Purple as a kid, and it shows.)

2. Kamelot - Regalis Apertura

3. Au4 - So Just Hang On, Beautiful One (I’ve posted this here before. I can’t hear it without thinking of LU now.) So I slipped in through the gate almost unknown. All my border stamps were late. Seven days old. Cold hand griped my shoulder blade, broke the bone. Bloody nose and turned away, all the way home.

4. FC Kahuna - Hayling Don’t think about all those things you fear, just be glad to be here

5. Glass Animals - Youth Boy, when I left you you were young I was gone, but not my love You were clearly meant for more Than a life lost in the war

6. Pain of Salvation - Restless Boy A restless boy in a world too slow A flame born into cinder, ash, and glow I've given everything I gave it all Yet find myself alone

7. Haken - The Endless Knot Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line our cycle starts to fail. Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line we die to live again.   We need a story to believe in. We need a hero to prevail. We need a challenge we can overcome, it takes a tragedy to make us one 

8. Kamelot - Memento Mori (I particularly associate this with Time and Twilight) I am the god in my own history The master of the game I may believe if she would come to me And whisper out my name Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone If life has ever been Sometimes I wonder how belief alone Can cut me free from sin

9. Katatonia - Fighters Look I told you so We never stop If we said that We'll back it up For sure You know We're fighters

10. Megadeth - This Day We Fight! (I mean, all Links, but particularly Warriors) For this I was chosen, because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of the night Off to another war-torn, faraway battlefield Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde

11. Moon Tooth - Igneous Well, the spirit took me And this old broken body leapt up and danced Settin’ out Settin' out with all my heroes in a bundle at my back Hawk am I More wings span in my shadow than overcast Yeah, you know what they say Always need something to look up to, ha

12. Samael - Moongate Destiny, tomorrow is today Destiny, without boundaries How many nights will we spend together traveling infinity back and forth and again How many times will we go together questioning eternity about us about our wonders...

13. TOOL- Parabola This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion

14. Lunatic Soul - Blood on the Tightrope No matter how hard you try To shut down your feverish thoughts They hunt you down with no regret Cause you have to fix it all

15. Hybrid - Keep It In The Family

16. Soul Savers - Unbalanced Pieces Gone, now carry on Through violent seasons I call you mother, mother, mother In vain, absent chain The twilight's bleeding And the playing board has two unbalanced pieces

17. Steve Von Till - Valley of the Moon All she gives is a stone facade Like ill-given flowers at a dead man's wake Here we slave for the dreams of another And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

18. Ludovico Einaudi - Experience

19. Lunatic Soul - Summoning Dance Three stones on the right side Three stones on the left My vicious circle of life and death   “Oh you want it” I hear it again “Oh you want it” My burden Curse to break

20. Lunatic Soul - Through Shaded Woods Run through your shaded woods Run through your shaded mind Run through the night Run away Run through the darkness Run

21. Lunatic Soul - Naavie

22. David Bowie - Nature Boy There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he

23. The Dandy Warhols - Sleep Well, I could sleep forever But it's of her I dream If I could sleep forever I could forget about everything 

24. Au4 - Everyone is Everyone (and Everything is Everything) Tripping and tumbling, Flipping and fumbling. Flowing on the rivers of sadness That have been forever rumbling.   But from dawn until now Of all the paths that I could have gone down Of all the valleys That I could have been flowing through.   In spite of all the chaos And all that has come between us, How is it I still find myself Here with you. 

25. Kingcrow - Everything Goes Your hands again upon the ground Falling rain for hours and hours As you learn the game Time dispels the fog ... Ever been there? Ever felt like prey? Ever thought your mind was feeble? Lot of things that don’t make sense

26. Pain of Salvation - Icon As a child I felt too old And now when I'm grown-up I feel too young A different kind so I've been told Just slightly out of reach and out of time

27. Sophia Loizou - Divine Interference (I got spooky dungeon vibes. Also, the title.)

28. Carpenter Brut - Fab Tool Runnin Gunnin Forward in the phantom shatter so grand Splatter grand, arcanum fuel Wrought iron out of the sky Over me, tells no lie

29. Blue Stahli - Death Will Have to Run All on the open road Where none will ever grow A journey toward the known With countless miles to go

30. Gyroscope - Mistakes & Ladders I am the first? No I can't be the first A continuous nothing, destined for something Tell me who you are and why you trapped me here

31. Queens of the Stone Age - Run, Pig, Run Run, pig, run Here I come

32. Chali 2na & Krafty Kuts - Guard The Fort The swords are drawn and odds are stacked And we clash the impact's a thunderous clap Calm demeanor Even though we are under attack [...my turn to guard the fort ready for combat]

33. The Great Discord - Army of Me (lol)

34. Kongos - Terrified I think I'll start again and change my name You only live once or twice, what a shame Somebody fucked up when designing this game

35. Woodkid - Run Boy Run Run, boy, run! This ride is a journey to Run, boy, run! The secret inside of you Run, boy, run! This race is a prophecy Run, boy, run! And disappear in the trees

36. The Beta Machine - The End A million miles away from you this time I'll do what it takes I'm on my way If lines are in the sand I'll go under If I can make it in time I will bring you back with me

37. Devin Townsend Project - Gump When we last met who was I? I'm sorry we no longer see eye to eye The energy to keep you in while keeping myself out I'm sorry how you'll take this  But I just don't have the patience anymore 

38. Arrested Youth - Riot! I can't get much satisfaction living in this cave It's tough to breathe, I'm in the belly of the beast Can't sleep with all my rage With me and all my generations living in this cage Pick up your guns and tell your sons, tonight we break the cage

39. Led Zeppelin - Friends So anytime somebody needs you Don't let them down, although it grieves you Some day you'll need someone like they do Looking for what you knew

40. Faunts - M4, pt 2 (Wild) Fight your foes you're not alone Holy war is on the phone Asking to please stay on hold Bleeding loss of blood runs cold And I need you to recover   Because I can't make it on my own

41. Faith No More - Ashes to Ashes (Wild) I want them to know it's me, it's on my head I'll point the finger at me, it's on my head Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain

42. Devin Townsend - Jupiter (Wild) I know you At least I think I do Everything's changed But in the days that are so dark It's wonderful

43. Katatonia - Neon Epitaph (Wild) Shadow of my shadow Cling not to my grief I am long left behind now You are free

44. The Smashing Pumpkins - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (Wild) Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us No one can separate us For we are all that is left The echo bounces off me The shadow lost beside me There's no more need to pretend Cause now I can begin again 

45. Katatonia - Lacquer (Wild) My voice travelling Soaring bird above your head The house we lived in Ridden with disease ... The levee breaking I can't live to fight once more The road to the grave is straight as an arrow I'm just staying around to sing your song, baby

46. Eskimo Joe - This is Pressure (Wild) There is no romance in suffocation  The walls fall down like your expectations You want to scream  And you want to shout But you've built up steam  And you can't let it out This is pressure 

47. Portugal. The Man - 1000 Years (Wild) We'll wait 1000 years  Until the end of time We'll wait 1000 more Dressed up in gold and white We'll climb the mountain sides  To find what's in the sky We'll dig through mountain sides  To find what's deep inside

48. Au4 - An Ocean’s Measure of Sorrow (Wild) Forgot my name and who I was. Memories of nothing floating up. All of the sorrow we once knew, Colours the ocean's water blue.

49. Band of Skulls - Carnivorous (Twilight) I am corrosive and cohesive Like a chemical bond I'm all together undone I am the broken kingdom I'm just so, so, so  So carnivorous

50. Glass Animals - Flip (Twilight) I wanna go back with a club and attack I wanna take to my guns and break you I gotta make my little foe take his own

51. TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me (Twilight) My mind has changed my body's frame, but, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained, but, God, I like it

52. Kamelot - The Spell (Twilight) All my demons cast a spell The souls of dusk rising from the ashes So the book of shadows tell The weak will always obey the master

53. OSI - Radiologue (Legend) I was dreaming I was heading west thirty days faster Had a fever woke up in a sweat bailing out the water  Can't go on Can't go back   Heard your voice coming through the noise wrote it in the radio log Hurt my head, wondering what you said so I threw it overboard  

54. Katatonia - Don’t Tell A Soul (Legend) I have been destroyed by the perfection that is a lie see I'm moving soon see my feet are already on the road and if you know where I’m going don’t tell a soul

55. Haken - The Mind’s Eye (Legend) The shape of things to come are closer than they seem Changing your design every time you disappear I'm planning my escape through portals of your mind Where people seem to drop like flies

56. Pain of Salvation - Species (Legend) Sometimes I hate my fucking species Yet most days I'll do anything to please it  My generation was fooled to pursue our dreams But it is not what it seems You never need what you want And you rarely want what you need

57. Euringer - Do You Kiss Your Mama with That Mouth? (Legend) All my life, misunderstood I'm fuckin' too smart, too smart for my own good The last question, before I go is "Hey motherfucka, do you kiss your mama with that mouth?"  Yes! I kiss your mama with this mouth

58. !!! - Pardon My Freedom (Legend) Like I give a fuck, like I give a shit Like I give a fuck about that shit Like I give a fuck about that motherfucking shit

59. Team Sleep - Ataraxia (Legend) Froze asleep Coma deep I dream I'm out with you Alone at sea

60. Oliver Tank - Embrace (Legend) You're in my dreams The world is torn apart at the seams And I don't wanna leave Wearing my heart on it's sleeve

61. Machine Gun Fellatio - The Girl of My Dreams (Is Giving Me Nightmares) (Legend) The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares I don't know what it means but she's got multi-coloured hair When she stands in the sand I dream of peaches And I'm not sure what that means either

62. Earl Greyhound - Shotgun (Legend & Hyrule) I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a traveler on this land And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands

63. TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun (Hyrule) You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me

64. Echo & The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon (Time) Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

65. Sufjan Stevens - Sugar (Sky) Don’t break my heart, don’t break my flow now And all this rage has got to go now Let’s take up this lifeline Come on, baby, gimme some sugar Don’t make me wait Don’t make me wait too long Don’t make me sing the sad song Come on, baby, gimme some sugar

66. Obsydians - Ascension (Sky) Rise above the hardships you’ll face I will sign and keep on rising As long as you are giving me your soul and keep me awake Feel like home and spread your light around I will listen and just be there As long as you are giving me your love I’ll give you my soul

67. Sonique - Sky -_-

68. Enter Shikari - The King (Ganon) Watch your back, my friend I'm about to kickstart a cycle Of never ending revenge And this time it's primal, it's tribal

69. Saul Williams - WTF! (Ganon, Hylia) "You've been polluted, uprooted by time You have been muted, computed but I'm A living vessel of the one, of the moon, of the sun" Hey! You ain't as dead as you seem, what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies

70. These New Puritans - We Want War (Ganon/ Dark Link/ any nemesis I guess) Shadows dance back up, it's happening again If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: "We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; But they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know" Can't you see them Floating like black ash? Can't you feel them Crawling down your back?

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #listening to music while I stare blankly at nothing is legit my number one hobby #and then shit like this happens #linked universe playlist

[morgan-n-cheese-91]

Rant while I’m watching

This is all season 10 the end of 9 and the begninng of 11? I think. This is copied from a chat of mine so I’m not gonna deal with the times. Please just read around them.

WAIT![7:54 PM]BITCH NO YOU CAN"T KILL CAS BITCH FUCKING NO[7:55 PM]OH SHIT[7:55 PM]OH SHIT[7:55 PM]Dean just made allllllll the mirrors frost[7:55 PM]that's nnot fucking good[7:59 PM]CAS WATCHED STAR WARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Ok Sam has stopped pretending he's not scared of shit. You can clearly see the fear in his eyes now. And frankly it amazing.[11:14 PM]That sounds horrible[11:16 PM]but I'm more saying that more about Jared's acting skills.  ma dude.[11:20 PM]Sam[11:20 PM]Bro[11:21 PM]Dude[11:21 PM]nah[11:21 PM]nah Sam was complaining about Dean liking killing these vampires to much[11:24 PM]JODY IS A QUEEN AND SHE IS A GREAT MOM! TRY AND PROVE ME WRONG YOU WILL FAIL!  IS that a monster club?!?!?!?!?!?![11:27 PM]Could you settle for JB's? Was that a were shapeshifter battle?  My dude your as dead as your gf your gonna bleed out[11:29 PM]shush  MONSTER TURF WARS[11:50 PM]MONSTER MOFIEA[11:50 PM]I CAN"T FUCKING SPELL[11:52 PM]"Godfather with fangs."[11:52 PM]uh yea[11:55 PM]FUCKING SWEEDY TOD! Dean I know your bf is in a comanding roll and you think that's hot but please stop hitting on him[12:15 AM]Dam Dean.[12:15 AM]The King is back in town the king is back in town.[12:15 AM]THE King is BACK in town[12:21 AM]To the King and Queen of hell:[12:21 AM]Are we in heaven?[12:22 AM]You must be angels[12:22 AM]wow[12:24 AM]Crowley sold his soul for a longer dick[12:24 AM]pfft-[12:24 AM]I-[12:25 AM]I can't-[12:25 AM]I-[12:25 AM]OMG DUDE WHAT THE FUCK![12:25 AM]HAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!![12:26 AM]his son is so disaponted[12:30 AM]Dam Crowley's son got flame[12:30 AM]holy shit   Dean I swear to god you go all Lord of the Rings on this motherfucking blade I will pull a Tony Stark and take it way.[12:52 AM]Is this the Cas is a little girl episode?[12:55 AM]or not  I'm laughing at Metron's discribtion of Cas[12:59 AM]Dean shush[1:01 AM]Dean Cas are having a domistic[1:01 AM]and Sam's trying to medate[1:08 AM]We hate men like you[1:08 AM]He's your Leader's bf  who's a little off his rocker right now so shush[1:10 AM]Dean like the Fiddler on the roof[1:10 AM]It's canon[1:12 AM]Why is 6 afraid of 7?[1:12 AM]Cas: Prime number?????[1:12 AM]Sam: The fuck? that's like a 2nd grade riddle[1:13 AM]CAS KNOWS LOTRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![1:15 AM]SENSEBLE SHOES![1:16 AM][1:20 AM]Heaven: Your lame spring fling  Cas is dead[1:29 AM]Cas is sooooo[1:29 AM]Dead[1:30 AM]R I P[1:30 AM]Punish him[1:30 AM]Both Cas and Dean go WHAT?[1:31 AM]WHAT! OMG OMFG[1:32 AM]Pfft-[1:32 AM]Oop[1:32 AM]Rip Dean[1:34 AM]He's in love[1:34 AM]with "humanity"[1:35 AM]Thanos quoted Metatron  God Fucking dam it Dean  Dean will be glad to know that the Cubs finally win[2:12 AM]Fuck you died again Dean[2:14 AM]"you put on the flag of heaven..."[2:14 AM]Nah he put on the pan flag and then rekt y'all[2:17 AM]Dean's dead for what the 809th time?[2:17 AM]He'll be back[2:17 AM]Time will tell[2:18 AM]Sam he's fucking dead[2:18 AM]D E A D[2:18 AM]But he'll be back[2:19 AM]Chuck can't answer the phone right now[2:21 AM]ok ngl the blade doesn't really look real. It's looks like a prop[2:21 AM]Also[2:22 AM]WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK DEAN?![2:22 AM]HUH?[2:22 AM]YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA?[2:22 AM]NO[2:22 AM]NOT A GOOD FUCKING IDEA[2:22 AM]DUMB[2:23 AM]Ok the way they played the opening of season 10 boi that was good[2:23 AM]OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[2:23 AM]New title card[2:24 AM]Ok so I saw this somewhere but[2:25 AM]Soulless Sam, Crazy Cas, and Demon Dean, (why the fuck are all these allterations?) all at the same time would have been a riot[2:26 AM]Cas has a cold[2:27 AM]Did I just get a read suggestion for Spn x male instert, twice in a row?[2:27 AM]YES! YES I DID![2:33 AM]THe look of relisation[2:35 AM]Cas drives like a grandma[2:36 AM]He got hannah carsick[2:36 AM]and now is also dying so[2:39 AM]Sam's gonna murder Crowley and Dean[2:39 AM]Slowly[2:39 AM]and painfully[2:40 AM]If Sam exrosised Dean? What would happen?[2:40 AM]Would he just drop his body?[2:41 AM]Or would he just straight up die?[2:44 AM]How do they keep the knives up their sleeves without stabbing themselves[2:49 AM]Dean your a fucking slut yes  Sam stays quiet.[1:15 PM]Gets punch[1:16 PM]grunts[1:16 PM]"Proof of life,"[1:17 PM]OMG[1:17 PM]OMG[1:18 PM]20 y/o Dean[1:18 PM]yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![1:18 PM]He looks so young[1:22 PM]Ignore me just skipping all the like odd sexual sences because either they're weird or I'm very embarressed by them[1:26 PM]cas is about to fall asleep behind the wheel and crash[1:31 PM]Cas is asleep on the couch  Words hurt[1:45 PM]YOU DON'T GET TO SAY SHIT  Hahahahahahahaha[1:55 PM]Omg[1:56 PM]Smoke bombb[1:56 PM]Sam has an asmatha attack[1:56 PM]Dean just looks at him[1:56 PM]like WEAK[1:57 PM]This is payback[1:57 PM]THis is dumb[1:58 PM]YES![1:58 PM]THE PRINCESS BRIDE![1:59 PM]just heals[1:59 PM]Sam just shows up and mauls him with holy water[2:03 PM]Where the fuck did you bring him Sam[2:03 PM]What is this?[2:03 PM]HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAW[2:05 PM]Garilla man gorilla man[2:09 PM]It's DEPRESSION DEAN but he's more homosidal  You went to fa[2:37 PM]*You went to far[2:44 PM]The music is like the Skywalker theme[2:47 PM]Lets play a high stakes game of hide and seek in the bunker[2:52 PM]HERE'S DEAN![2:54 PM]You don't want to play hide and seek anymore?[2:55 PM]Heal by hug[2:55 PM]-Cas[2:56 PM]Lillo and Stich?[2:56 PM]No[2:56 PM]Ey! IT WORKED[2:56 PM]IT WORKED[2:56 PM]IT WORKED!!!!!!!!!!!!![2:58 PM]Good plan Sam[3:01 PM]WEREWOLVES OF LONDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![3:01 PM]AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![3:01 PM]AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![3:05 PM]Bitcoin[3:06 PM]Obama[3:06 PM]the ice caps  Did I just skip a whole episode to avoid the cringe fuck yea[4:10 PM]The two of them with cougers is the funniest thing  Ask Jeeves?[4:21 PM]More like Knives out[4:25 PM]I'm lactose intolerant[4:25 PM]Sam nice[4:25 PM]nice[4:30 PM]These ladies.[4:30 PM]Complaining about dating this guy who's 'ugly' But has an island.(edited)[4:31 PM]but thristing over Sam.[4:31 PM]Who's like I live out of my car[4:31 PM]it's not even my car[4:32 PM]It's by brother's[4:37 PM]"Not to mention Homosexuals"[4:38 PM]Don't mind me just DYING![4:38 PM]omg[4:38 PM]THE FLANNEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![4:45 PM]Dean shush[4:45 PM]your fine she's dead[4:50 PM]The snap of someone's neck sounds like a torilla chip  Cas what did you do to Jimmy?[5:14 PM]I'm sorry your kinda hot but I don't like you Hannah[5:15 PM]Hannah just dropped her vessel[5:15 PM]rip[5:22 PM]ok sometimes I feel like I care more about the car then they do  Crowley's mum?[5:30 PM]Crowley's mum[5:32 PM]The RETREAT[5:32 PM]HOW MUCH I hAVE HEARD ABOUT YOU![5:37 PM]THE 2 QUEENS![5:38 PM]Jodie's got hunting sense ON[5:38 PM]THE BOIS NO![5:38 PM]They all are gonna know y'all and blow y'all's covers no[5:40 PM]Jodie's about to comit murder[5:41 PM]dang  CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![6:15 PM]YOUR VESSEL"S DAUGHTER"S IN TROUBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![6:16 PM]Claire's about to murder your ass[6:17 PM]Lucifer popped your head[6:17 PM]Cas your not making this any better[6:19 PM]Yes he owns a tie[6:19 PM]No he's not gonna wear it right[6:21 PM]Missionary[6:23 PM]Claire's a vibe[6:24 PM]I'm vibing with Claire[6:27 PM]Ketchups a fruit[6:29 PM]Cas she stole your wallet[6:30 PM]EARTH GRAPHIC[6:30 PM][6:32 PM]Yes[6:32 PM]No[6:32 PM]You had to roast Sam like that[6:32 PM]Dean and you would vibe with this girl[6:32 PM]JUST VIBE![6:33 PM]IT"S A FRUIT[6:33 PM]Ask Sam[6:33 PM]dean and claire are on the same wave lenth[6:33 PM]ask sam[6:35 PM]yes[6:37 PM]You're offended over you worth in pigs?[6:39 PM]Rowna thought he was worth anything from 180-300 $[6:39 PM]and Crowley thinks he was worth any were from 300-500$[6:45 PM]He's a teddy bear and you would get along with his bf[6:47 PM]All three have been there done that[6:51 PM]Really love?[6:51 PM]I feel like that would be a stretch for y'all  Charlie's coming back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![7:53 PM]go get ketchup[7:53 PM]it's hell of a lot better  i like your sword char  Bad Charlie and Meh Dean is not a good combo[9:10 PM]CHARLIE JUST TOOK THE IMPALA![9:15 PM]Charlie broke his nose[9:15 PM]DAM![9:15 PM]USE THE FORSE![9:18 PM]Can we pleasse give charlie bad charlie's outfit?[9:18 PM]PLEASE?![9:18 PM]She looked so hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Ok the impalas a bench seat[9:30 PM]there's a couple inches differance between the two[9:31 PM]I know from experance that my grandma and grandpa are only a little bit shorter than me but when I pratice driving by pulling out their car I feel crampted in the front seats.[9:32 PM]so either Sam's crampted the whole time[9:33 PM]or Dean has a little stretch to reach the petals[9:34 PM]Fuk dean just got taken too[9:35 PM]YO![9:35 PM]It's 13 y/o Dean[9:38 PM]Spit it out[9:39 PM]How have you lived this long?[9:39 PM]Huh'[9:39 PM]How are u 30?[9:39 PM]How are you alive?[9:44 PM]Doess teenage dean have the mark?[9:44 PM]I would think but?[9:45 PM]TOLD Y"ALL SAM GETSS SQUISHED[9:45 PM]Also Dean should not be driving he doesn't look legal  I’m watching you burn[10:03 PM]SHIT LITTLE SAMMY!!!!![10:04 PM]nvm[10:04 PM]You look amazing in a hoodie and nikes  Sam did you really use COBAIN as your name[10:16 PM]jesus dude  but they are listening to HOSTER!![10:36 PM]LIKE FUCK YEA[10:38 PM]Then they killed a guy  the impala has a crank[10:59 PM]i mean duh[10:59 PM]but  Charlie's not allowed to be dead[12:38 PM]she knew the rules and broke them  Dean's about to kill Sam but[12:45 PM]I'm laughing so hard  Don't mind me just refusing to watch 10 22 because Charlie died in 10 21 and I'm pissed[10:33 PM]like she knew the rules and broke them  I'm forcing myself to continue watching and Dean is getting pulled over[11:03 PM]I also just told him to be a lawful citzen even though you aren't[11:03 PM]and he's getting arsetted on non existent charges[11:04 PM]They found the id stash[11:04 PM]ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm[11:04 PM]dean used Freddy Mercury[11:04 PM]a known BI man as a cover[11:05 PM][11:07 PM]Sam has lured Crowley into a trap[11:07 PM]pfft[11:08 PM]Poor form even for you[11:08 PM]not my gun[11:09 PM]Petion to give Sam a hair tie[11:09 PM]Man bun that fucker man[11:10 PM]Dean's murdering a family and Sam's murdering Crowley[11:10 PM]What a world[11:11 PM]Die[11:13 PM]Bold words coming from you Sam[11:15 PM]Ginger whore[11:16 PM]Fucking Dean got captured by this fucking bitches[11:16 PM]you fucking dumbass[11:16 PM]both of you[11:17 PM]You can sorta see the camera in the relection of his eyes[11:18 PM]XXXXXDDDDDD[11:20 PM]I like that they stormed the bunker but no ones home because the ones who would be are DEAD![11:20 PM]and cas is where ever the fuck he is[11:22 PM]OH SHIT[11:23 PM]Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten, why for Can't take much more (Here we go, here we go, here we go now) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Push me again This is the end (Here we go, here we go, here we go now) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Skin against skin, blood and bone You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in and now you're here Driven by hate, consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Hey! Come! Hey! Come! Hey! Come! Hey! Come![11:24 PM]Don't burn the bloody photo I'm begging you[11:24 PM]Crappy taste my ass[11:25 PM]hes gay[11:26 PM]Dean's gonna raise holy hell on all because you burnt the pic of Mary[11:26 PM]Bringing holy hell on y'all[11:27 PM]Your dead buddy[11:27 PM]You killed Charlie and your gonna burn one of his only pics of his mom and Bobby[11:27 PM]Your fucking dead[11:28 PM]The man is covered in your family's blood and your mocking him about his sister's death[11:28 PM]not a good idea[11:29 PM]HOW MANY NIPPLES YOU GOT BOI?[11:29 PM]ttttttwo?[11:29 PM]Good   Head shot![11:30 PM]Dean[11:30 PM]Brother[11:30 PM]blood[11:31 PM]think[11:31 PM]Don't kill the boi[11:31 PM]please[11:31 PM]what the fuck[11:31 PM]-_-[11:32 PM]he was a human[11:34 PM]you're being a dick right now[11:34 PM]he just broke cas' arm[11:35 PM]DO NOT KILL YOUR BF![11:35 PM]HRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM[11:36 PM]wow you healed quik[11:37 PM]*quicke[11:37 PM]*quick[11:39 PM]I tend to read the summary of the up coming episodes and[11:40 PM]Shot interally from the inside of the impala[11:40 PM]Blah blah blah blah ghouls[11:42 PM]Sam hasn't completely fucked up a spell yet and Cas is an angel so[11:42 PM]you ain't either[11:43 PM]How about[11:43 PM]You give them the spell and they don't kill you[11:44 PM]I swear to god the fandom loves Baby more then they do

#spn #narration #new fan

[wizardwomenwisdom]

secret for a secret (or why jj doesn’t like seeing kie kiss other boys)

word count: 1,779

cw: mentions of racism, homophobia, and abuse

summery: jj doesn’t want to go home. kie wasn’t invited to sarah’s birthday. when the two of them commiserate at john b’s, two major secrets come to life. (this is a sucky description i’m sorry pls just read it.)

ships: like bromance jj x kie?

disclaimer: a lot of this content is based off two of my friends’ experiences at this country club near us. yeet.

*****

John B and his dad were off the island, searching for the Royal Mariner. Which meant that no one was home. And that’s just what JJ needed.

It hurt his lungs to try and inhale as his bike sped down the road, but he’d checked. Nothing was broken. He just needed to sleep off the pain on John B’s pullout coach.

That’s what he always did, but he never told John B why. He always had various excuses to employ about Kooks or bike accidents or a mixture of the two, but today he didn’t need one.

He hopped off his bike and started wheeling it up the walk towards the house. Then, he saw her.

They hadn’t talked since late August, and she’d gone full Kook in the meantime, but he’d recognize Kie anywhere. The last few times he’d seen her at keggers, her hair had been straightened just like all the girls she hung with; now it was up in a high messy bun. She looked like his Kie.

He thought about leaving her there, but his ribs hurt and he could already feel his cheek swelling. It was getting darker by the minute. So, he dropped his bike against the side of the house and headed up to the porch.

Kie flinched when the door hit the frame, but she didn’t look up. JJ planned to just move past her, but he realized that her feet were plainly resting on the mat that hid the spare key.

JJ cleared his throat. Nothing. “Hey,” He said awkwardly.

Finally, she looked up. “JJ.” She didn’t sound surprised: in fact, she said it like it was just a fact. “Are you meeting John B?”

She was so far off the radar that she didn’t even know they were gone. “He’s not home.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Why are you?”

Kie looked back down, and didn’t answer. He could’ve just grabbed the key and left her like that. But once upon a time, Kie was his everything: his best friend, his first kiss, his favorite person. He couldn’t leave her like this, even if she left him.

He settled down across from her. “What’s wrong, Kie?”

She laughed lightly. “No one’s called me that in awhile.” Then she glanced up. “What happened to your face?”

“Topper,” JJ replied smoothly, eyes on hers.

“You’re a good liar, J.”

“Maybe because I’m telling the truth?” She tucked a stray bang behind her hair, and didn’t say anything. JJ had the overwhelming feeling that she wasn’t really there on the porch with her. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“How about a secret for a secret?”

It was an old Pogue game, older than his friendship with her. John B started it and Pope instituted the rules and then Kie made them play it all the time when they first met. That’s how he got to know her. The old her. New Kie was different. And so that’s why he said, “Okay.”

“Who gave you the bruises?”

“My dad.” JJ said it just as he’d named Topper, all cool and collected. His brain felt a bit numb from it.

“Fuck.”

“It’s always him. Almost always.” The look on Kie’s face made him back pedal. He didn’t want her pity, he just wanted to say it. So he lied. “It’s never a big deal, just a slap or something.”

“J, that is a big deal. You need to tell someone—“

“And get put in the foster care on the mainland? Fuck that. At least here I have you guys.” He said it without thinking, because, until recently, “you guys” had included her. Maybe it still did.

“JJ, you deserve to be safe. And happy. With a family that loves you.”

“I am, most of the time.” JJ grinned. “Now, you’re turn.” He slid across the space between them, coming to join her on the couch. As he sat, he forced himself not to wince at the pain in his stomach. Maybe he needed to check again for broken ribs, but he couldn’t with Kie there. He didn’t want to scare her.

“Alright, ask away.”

“Why are you here?”

She glanced at him, then leaned back on the couch. “Sarah’s birthday party is tonight, and I wasn’t invited.”

“That’s it?”

She crossed her arms. “What do you mean, ‘that’s it’?”

“It’s a birthday party, Kie.”

“She’s my best friend.”

“I used to say that about you, you know.”

She frowned, and leaned forward again. Her arms rested on her knees, her eyes studied the floorboards. “Last week was her birthday, technically, so we went to the beach.” Maybe it was the pain in her voice, or the way she exhaled before she said it, but JJ could tell that this right here was the real reason. “It was just the two of us, ya know? It was stormy, so everyone was gone, and we didn’t even bring our boards. We just talked.

“And we got to talking about boys and she kept talking about how she hates them. And how they all suck.”

“Ouch.”

“I said I thought it was annoying that boys always roughhouse each other for no reason. And she tackled me. She was on top of my, kneeling over me. Right up in my face.”

“I’m lost.“

“We kissed.” Her voice was small, scared. JJ stared at her. “I kissed her, I guess. And I realized I wanted to. I really, really wanted to.”

JJ didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, he said, “So that’s why you won’t go out with me.”

She laughed quietly. “Something like that.”

“God, I told John B it wasn’t me. He’s gonna freak when he finds out.” A look of horror crossed Kie’s face.

“No.”

“In a good way.”

“JJ, you can’t tell him. No one can know.”

“What?”

“If my parents find out... If anyone finds out...”

JJ’s brows furrowed. He didn’t get it. It wasn’t like she had his dad. Hell, her parents were liberal. Her mom had photos from pride marches in her youth. “Kie, your parents won’t care.”

“My dad’s the only black man at the country club, did you know that?” She said suddenly. “I mean, there’s Kelce too, but his parents adopted him. They’re doctors. But my dad owns a restaurant. And my dad’s married to a white girl. We get looks at the club every time we’re there together.”

“Kie.”

“Imagine if everyone knew. Imagine the looks they’d give us then. In their eyes, it’s bad enough I’m not a pretty, smiley blonde. But if they knew I kissed her... If they knew that I’m...”

“Gay.”

She nodded. “They’d riot.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t tell your parents.”

“My parents always tell me to be proud of who I am, as if that does anything. If they knew I was pretending to be something I’m not for them?”

JJ realized, suddenly, that Kie was crying. And then he realized that he’d only seen her cry once before, when her grandma died in sixth grade. He awkwardly rested his arm around her.

“Promise me you won’t tell?”

“If you keep my secret, I’ll keep yours.”

“Deal.” She rested against him, her eyes closed just slightly. JJ smiled.

“I have one more condition: you come back to the dark side.”

“Fuck the Kooks,” She whispered lazily.

“Fuck the Kooks.”

They sat like that for awhile, arms wrapped around each other, until the sun had gone down completely and they’d retreated into John B’s house.

As Kie fussed around the kitchen, using the little food they had to produce something of substance, JJ leaned against the counter and stared out the window.

“What if we convince John B you’re into him?”

She looked up from the pot she was currently stirring, which smelled entirely too good to come from the Routledge house.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s the perfect cover. You like John B but you can’t get with him because rules.”

“Why John B?”

“Because he’s an easy target. Sure, he’d be into it, but it’s not like he’s gonna get attached. Pope’s the best of us. Hell, if he falls for you and you pretend to be into it? Game over. But John B’ll just move on.”

“What about you?”

He flexed his arms. “I will never be tied down, Kie.” She rolled her eyes and looked away from him, so he slid to the counter next to the stove. “And I couldn’t with good conscience pretend I like you.”

“Try this,” She held out her spoon for him, and he took a bite. “So, what are you gonna say to him?”

“We’ll hype him up slowly. Just get comfy, ya know? Act like a girl.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know, just, like, hug him and stuff. Maybe kiss him on the cheek, ruffle his hair. Isn’t that a thing you guys do?”

She elbowed him. “If I’m supposed to come back to you guys, then you can at least drop the toxic masculinity stuff.” JJ grinned. “What’d you think?” Kiara gestured with the wooden spoon, drawing his attention back to the pot.

“Little hot, but hell of a lot better than anything I’ve ever eaten.”

“Except my dad’s surf and turf special?”

“You don’t eat the surf and turf special, Kie.” Hands raised like a preacher, he paused for dramatic effect. “You experience it.”

“That might just be the worst thing you’ve ever said.” She pulled the pot from the stove, and grabbed two bowls from the cabinet. The way she moved around the kitchen reminded JJ that once upon a time, this was a normal night: Kie would make dinner, Pope would work on homework at the counter, JJ and John B would dance around the kitchen to bad country music. He wanted that back so desperately.

“You think we can do this more often?” He asked, as she spooned the thick liquid out. “Bring back Friday night dinners?”

Kie handed him a small metal spoon and a bowl. “If John B ever gets his ass out grocery shopping, sure.”

“And we’ll watch the full original trilogy?”

“If you agree to a John Hughes movie marathon after that.”

“Heathers, too?”

“Sure.”

Kiara started to eat, but JJ just pushed his around with his spoon for a bit. Finally, he said, “Kie?”

“Mmm hmm?”

“I can still flirt with you, right?”

“Eat your dinner.”

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[geist-fledermaus]

Get To Know Me!

Since I’ve received quite a few followers here and there, I might as well do this!

What is your full name?: Beryl (Sorry, I don’t like my whole name)

What does your name mean?: It’s a gemstone. 

Are you named after anyone?: My großmütter, Beryl Rae Jensen

Does your name make any interesting anagrams?: Not really?

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?: Fuck if I know. Probably something basic so I’m less easy to find. 

Where are you from?: North Pole, AK (I shit you not)

Where were you born?: North Pole, AK

Where did you grow up?: North Pole, AK

Who did you look up to growing up?: My father.

What are your best characteristics?: I can draw. 

What are your favorite things about yourself?: I can draw. 

Which of your parents are you closest to?: My dad.

Which of your parents are you more like?: My daaaad.

What relative was important to you growing up & why?: Tbh My dad was my super hero, he took care of me and my sister, worked 3 jobs, and took care of mom while she went through cancer. He’s the most important lmfao.

What is one thing that you’ve never revealed to your parents?: I’m Pagan.

What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?: Bert Raymond... 

What is your best physical feature?: Eyes or chest. :/ 

What is your biggest accomplishment?: Being locally recognized as an artist, especially on local TV. 

What is your biggest fear?: Being forgotten, being alone. 

What is your biggest regret?: Not pushing myself even more with art. 

What is your eye color?: Various blues with inner green circles. 

What inspires you?: Other artists. 

What is the most important thing in your life?: My fiance! @boywasgirl

What has required the most courage of you in your life so far?: To not give up. To not quit college and drop everything I’ve worked hard for. 

What is your favorite flower?: Sunflowers!

What is your favorite weather?: Rainy weather and thunder/lightning storms!

Who is your favorite actor?: I have a few, but I love Johnny Depp and Jason Momoa. 

Who is your favorite actress?: F u c k. I adore Emma Stone, Emma Watson.. uhh.. Emilia Clarke! That’s just to name a few. 

Who is your favorite celebrity?: Oh fuck. Idk. 

Who is your favorite musician?: They’re a band but I love Bring Me The Horizon, Oliver Syke’s voice and lyrics hit me hard. 

Who’s your favorite person in the world?: @boywasgirl

Who are your best friends?: @armageddonne @darkdragoonxiii @vixenchildxd69-blog and my bff Alisha! 

What is your favorite childhood memory?: My sister breaking the fucking garage door like a dumbshit. 

What is your favorite color?: Black or seafoam green~ I also love other greens and blues! It’s so damn hard to choose. 

What is your favorite cultural activity?: Uh. Axe throwing? Idk what counts as a cultural activity when it comes to me and my family haha. 

What is your favorite drink?: For waking up, Monster or pomegranate and orange redbull kickers, I love mountain dew, anything with peaches and mango as well. 

What is your favorite fairytale?: HAHA. I looove reading about the Tales of Grimm. I can’t just pick one. 

What is your favorite food?: Pizza or Taco Bell.

What is your favorite holiday destination?: Anywhere but Alaska. I love to explore. I REALLY want to travel to Germany, Norway, Ireland, England, and most of Western Europe. 

What is your favorite ice-cream flavor?: Strawberry Cheesecake or Mint Chocolate

What is your favorite music genre?: Fuck. I have so many. I love a lot of metal subgenres, alternative rock, punk, old 2000′s emo bands, EDM, rap, I don’t even know how to label all of my favorites but there’s a lot to unpack there. If you’re curious just shoot me a question ahaha! 

What is your favorite physical activity?: Swimming!! 

What is your favorite quote?: “Keep listening to music because it gets you through everything, I promise.” - Mitch Lucker, former vocalist of Suicide Silence. 

What is your favorite snack?: Peach Rings, Brightside Skittles.. Uhh. MY MOM’S CLAM DIP AND RUFFLES CHIPS? 

What is your favorite song?: Throne - BMTH or Mis//Understanding - We Came As Romans.

What is your favorite sport?: Swimming, Hockey, Volleyball and Fencing. 

What is your favorite time of the day?: Early afternoons or late nights. 

What is your favorite type of clothing?: Goth/Alt fashion. 

What is your favorite way to pass time?: Gaming or drawing. 

What is the name of your favorite restaurant?: Family Diner (It’s in my town. It’s really chill and laid back.)

What is your all-time favorite town or city? Why?: I really enjoyed Denver, CO. It was filled with really colorful, intriguing personalities. There was so much to explore, everyone was so open and sweet. 

What is your height?: ... 5′2″

What time period would you love to live in?: Viking Era. 

What did you do for fun as a child?: Drawing. 

Who was a role model in your life?: My dad! 

Did you have any childhood pets?: I grew up with 5 cats and 4 dogs! 

When you were young, what did you want to be?: A mortician. 

What family traditions were important to you?: I can’t even remember many.. I loved during gatherings how we’d play Spoons, wrestle, and be reckless though. 

What was your favorite childhood memory?: Ahah! Shenanigans with my “Twin” Kyle. 

What was your favorite childhood possession?: My Gameboy Color! 

What challenges did you experience when you were young?: Almost losing my mother, trying to speak English, being bullied heavily. 

What is a defining moment from your childhood?: My mother coming home from the hospital finally. 

What do you do for fun?: Play video games and draw. I’m pretty boring. 

What are your hobbies?: Drawing, Painting, Digital Art, Gaming, Dancing, Singing.

What is something that you’re really passionate about?: My art.

What is something you could spend hours doing?: Drawing

What is something you wish you did more often?: Draw. 

If you had to watch a documentary, what would you want it to be about?: Anything WW1/WW2 related or Forensics/Serial Killer related. 

What do you always have on in the background?: Lofi Hiphop or random videos on youtube that catch my eye. 

How do you feel about travel?: Fuck yeah, where are we going and for how long? 

What is a guilty pleasure you enjoy?: Fuckin’ watching Serial Killer documentaries. 

How have your interests changed over the years?: Nah, I’m still the same. I’m pretty bland. 

Which sibling are you closest to?: My sister, Erika! 

How close are you with your parents?: Close but not too close.

How has your relationship with your parents changed over the years?: For the worse.

What is one of the most important lessons that you learned from your family?: You cannot trust anyone. Not even your own family. 

When does your family cause you to stress?: All the damn time. All they need to do is send me a text and I immediately begin to dread. 

What does the word family mean to you?: Something that I never got to fully have but I experienced. It’s also something I can create on my own accord. 

When you envision your ideal family, what do you see?: Honestly me with my partner/partners, kids, animals, and friends. 

How vulnerable is your family with each other?: Everyone is always on guard and they’ll be mean if you even show some form of sensitivity. 

What is a family trait that isn’t necessarily the healthiest?: Being a snitch, gaslighting, gatekeeping, misogyny, yelling if you even show an inkling of emotion. I could go on. 

What relatives had the biggest impact on you growing up?: In a negative way, almost all of my family. The only two I really loved growing up were my dad and sister, Erika. 

What do you watch on television?: If it’s cable I go to MTV, Forensic Files, or Adult Swim/Anything with cartoons. 

What is one of your favorite movies?: To Hell And Back, Howl’s Moving Castle, Princess Mononoke, Dracula Untold (For some reason I just really like it, don’t judge). 

If you could have free tickets to any event, what would it be?: A BMTH concert PLEASE. Or anything that’s a EDM/Rave environment. ;_;

What is your favorite form of media?: Youtube tbh. 

What role does music play in your life?: A huge role, BMTH got me through a lot of hard times. 

What is one of your favorite books?: Corey Taylor’s Seven Deadly Sins. It’s a riot of a read and makes me laugh. 

How often do you watch sporting events?: Here and there, especially at bars if they have Hockey going. 

What would your ideal weekend getaway look like?: Road trip to Anchorage and staying at my mom’s cousin’s estate in the mountains. I only got to go there a few times and the view is absolutely captivating. You can see the waters, the city, all the lights.. fuck I’d love to draw that. 

Who are popular figures that you love to learn from?: Fuck if I know LOL. 

What celebrity/musician would you love to meet in real life?: Oliver Sykes and Maria Brink tbh.

If you wrote a memoir about your life, what would it be called?: “Well, That Happened.” A memoir of a dumb bitch LOL. 

What fictional world would you want to travel to for a day?: FUCK. I’d love to just be in a simulation like the girl in Porter Robinson’s music video of Shelter. Just being in a drawing simulation where I can run around and create anything and everything around me. But if we’re talking actual worlds.. I’d probably love to be in Avatar The Last Airbender’s world. I love that series so much. 

What room in your house most represents who you are as a person?: The Office. It’s got art supplies, our gaming PC, all of my schoolwork/homework, the drawing tablets.. 

How clean a person are you?: Tbh I am pretty clean, it’s just cleaning huge messes/unpacking that I hate. 

What is a pet peeve that you have?: STOP CHEWING WITH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH OPEN. 

What behavior do you do that is most likely a pet peeve to others?: Uhh. Idk. Nail biting? Loud laughter? forgetting to turn off lights? Idk. 

What phrase or word do you overuse when you talk?: “I’m so sorry” “I m a g i n e” 

If you could only eat at one restaurant for the rest of your life, what would it be?: Fuck. Hahaaaaa. I’d probably love to just sit and eat at the Family Diner. I love their Reubens. 

What is something about your personality that you like? Don’t like?: I like that people feel comfortable running to me when they need a friend. I don’t like a lot about me, though.

What would your friends be surprised to learn about you?: I am ambidextrous and I know German/Englisch and some French! I want to learn Norwegian even more and Gaelic! 

Where do you see yourself in a few years?: West coast where it’s rainy with those that I love, pursuing my career finally after all these years of hard work. 

Thanks for reading this if you finally made it to the end! If there’s other questions you want to ask, don’t hesitate! ^^ Hopefully you learned something about me! 

#Get to know me #Hi #102 questions better be enough #ask #ask me anything

[jooliargh]

Happy, NOW, like THIS

Not wishing put a downer on anyone’s Christmas any more than, y'know, 2020 has put a downer on everything in general, but I'm not the most Christmassy of people. I sometimes joke that I'm a bit "bah, humbug" but that's not quite true: I want everyone to have a great time, I get great pleasure giving someone a gift I know they’ll enjoy unwrapping, I just don't usually quite feel unbridled joy myself. I'm rarely actually unhappy, just sometimes a bit... meh. I don't have a tragic reason why I should be, in my case it's more that there's a limited, prescribed set of ways to be happy, and you have to do it on this one specific day (and then another kind of happy on this other specific day a week later and  by an accident of birth I have ANOTHER day I'm supposed to be happy slap-bang in the middle), and "be happy, NOW, like THIS" feels like a lot of pressure. Like... what if I don’t want to? What if I’d prefer to be just quietly content?

I imagine this is somewhat true even if the family you grew up in were like the OXO family, which most people's probably weren't. My childhood Christmases weren't awful, but they weren't like the ones you see on TV. At risk of launching into a seasonal version of the Four Yorkshiremen sketch, we were poor. Lots of people have it a lot worse - we had a roof over our heads and enough to eat - but for as long as I can remember, I was aware that my parents couldn't afford much, and any gifts I got were at the cost of sacrifices elsewhere.

My teenage Christmases... the less said the better. I got dumped in December three years running. (I volunteered for a few years at a hospital radio station, and one running joke was that any time I came to the studio in December, whoever was on air would cue up Lonely This Christmas by Mudd and leave the mic open so I couldn't loudly tell them to fuck off.) One of those Christmases I still lived at home, another I spent on my own, and one I was the charity case invited to my best friend's in-laws. (Which was actually pretty hilarious, and I am forever grateful. But nobody wants to be the charity case at their best friend's in-laws.)

So where were my family, you may ask? I grew up as an only child. For some reason people think that sounds tragic in itself but honestly it was fine. Or at least, the difficult things about my childhood wouldn't have been any better for having siblings living with me. Dad died when I was 11 (nope, that's not the tragic backstory either - happy to talk about it any time you like, but it would be a huge digression here), so for seven Christmases it was just me and my mum. I left home at 18 and while there was no bad blood between us, we just didn't see much of each other. She took to celebrating the solstice instead anyway. I have extended family on both sides and it's lovely to be in touch with them again the last few years, but we’d see each other a couple of times a year at most, then managed to go thirty-odd years without seeing each other at all, so clearly we're not a family that does family much.

Then just after Christmas, I have a birthday. Perineum birthdays (because that's the only description for the time between Christmas and New Year that ever seems to stick) are great as a kid - everyone comes to your party because everyone's parents leap at the chance to be rid of their spawn for a couple of hours, regardless of whether that spawn is even vaguely friends with the birthday child. For the price of a colouring book and some crayons it's a bargain. In the early 80s parties outside the home were for people with more money than sense, or nice things they didn't want kids to break. We had nothing worth caring about getting ruined so my parents were quite happy to let us run riot, and generally it was great fun.

As an adult, perineum birthdays are fine if you have modest expectations. There's no barb to that, I mean it quite sincerely. Most years I wouldn't throw a party if you paid me. Going to the cinema, having a wander around town and a meal out, seeing a few friends in the extreme case, is more than enough. The last big milestone birthday I decided to have my get-together in March just to save everyone the awkwardness of having to make excuses and myself the effort of making them feel better about having to make excuses. I like my friends; I'm not going to oblige them to celebrate with me when they could really do with a couple of days doing nothing.

And that brings us to New Year's Eve. One side of my family is from Scotland. I had one Hogmanay up there when I was about four years old and I think my general attitude of “could we just not...?” started there. I have the sketchiest recollection which consists of only: a real coal fire (a novelty having grown up in London), Andy Stewart on the telly, whisky, LPs of bagpipe music, and adults crying. To this day I associate bagpipes with crying. Sorry, Scotland. It may have also influenced my ongoing choice not to start drinking.

I have had some fun NYEs - generally the ones where a few of us got together at a friend's house and spent the evening on the sofa, playing games, talking and laughing. The shittest ones by far have been in pubs. Midnight was spent dodging either strangers who wanted to either kiss and hug everyone within range or strangers who wanted to fight everyone within range.

The one where my (then-)boyfriend went out and partied while I stayed at home with tonsillitis so bad I cried every time I swallowed was less awful than some of the NYEs I've spent in pubs.

I'm going to put it out there: any indoor New Year's celebration with over 20 people is shit. If you think I'm wrong, consider going to a massive New Year’s party, sober. I'm absolutely not the kind of person who abstains from alcohol and thinks everyone else should, drunk people can be very entertaining and I’ll happily spend an evening in the pub with a few friends any other time of year (except when there’s a plague on, anyway). But if you can't imagine having fun doing something without at least a few drinks, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the thing itself is probably not fun.

So why do we have this image that staying in on NYE is like the black mark of social failure? And why do I stay at home with my partner, having a perfectly lovely evening, and yet still feel like I should be out doing something more extravagant, even though experience tells me I'd rather have tonsillitis than go to a pub?

Truly, I don't know. But please don't think I'm having a miserable time because I'm a bit quiet, or I'm not wearing a Christmas jumper and belting out Slade for all I'm worth, or not partying on my birthday, or not going to a pub on New Year's Eve. I'm fine. Probably quite content, in fact. The thing most guaranteed to put a serious downer on the festive season for me is being told these are the happiest days of the year, therefore I should be happy, NOW, like THIS.

[meganshinsou-tm]

Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter thirteen: coming clean

❧ genre:  pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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You stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. It was humid in the bathroom so you opened the door to let in some cool air. Your hand wiped the fog from the mirror and saw your flushed cheeks, strands of your (h/c) locks sticking to your damp skin. Eyes rimmed red that seemed to glisten from your quiet crying in the shower. Your fingers gripped the edge of the sink as you looked down and got lost in thought.

You were falling in love with two different men. Two men who meant so much to each other.

However they were both falling for you in return, you weren’t blind to that but - how could that even work?

“(Y/N)!”

A raspy yet bright voice broke your thoughts and you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked back up at the mirror and saw Kirishima in it standing next to you. You looked at him with a blank expression from being pulled out of a daze.

“I’m sorry what?” You asked searching his handsome features.

Kirishima’s eyes widened and he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “Are you okay?”

“Oh, uh yeah I’m fine Red,” you faked a smile and walked past him, heading towards your room.

The hero grunted in aggravation as he followed behind you and grabbed your wrist.

“I’m sorry but I call bullshit, your eyes are red.”

You rolled said eyes, “ What a perceptive bastard,” you thought and jerked your wrist from his hold.

“I need to get dressed Eijirou, so can you just give me a moment?”

Your change in attitude seemed to set off the red-head, his sweet and calm demeanor now changed to upset and annoyed. You made it to your door, opening it and tried to slam it in his face but he hardened his foot and stopped the door, his hand hardened as well and gripped the wood, crushing it.

“Shit,” he murmured to himself, now opening the door wider as he walked in your room. “What the hell (Y/N)? Talk to me - what’s wrong?”

Kirishima questioned as you looked through your clothes and found some underwear and slipped them on under your towel.

“It's nothing, just forget it!”

You pushed past him again and went back down the hall to his room and started to look through his clothes.

"Look, either you tell me or I'll annoy the fuck out of you about it, I'm pretty damn persistent so make a choice!"

Turning to face Kirishima, you glared at him and rolled your eyes, making him growl, it was usually a cute thing but at the moment it was infuriating. Finally you gave up, knowing damn good and well that the red-head would in fact annoy the ever loving shit out of you until he got his answer.

"Look - I'm just tired of being turned down constantly lately alright? It - It doesn't feel great you know!"

“Babe, it’s not what you think, I swear. I’m interested - really fucking interested, if you haven’t noticed I’m fucking nuts about you and so is Bakugou!”

You heard what he said, but it was hard to believe at the moment with how emotional you were becoming, exhaustion was making you irrational. You sighed and found the shirt you were looking for. It was just a plain black shirt that said 'Red Riot' on it. You’d steal it every chance you got, especially to sleep in. It was big and comfy on you, hanging mid-thigh, and it smelt like Kirishima. The piece of clothing instantly soothed and calmed you as it fell down your body, the softness of the worn fabric feeling like a hug.

“Then tell me what the fuck is going on because I don’t know how much more I can take of it, of any of this. Kiri … I’m stuck in the middle here, I don’t know what to do! I want you both so bad, I don’t want to choose and I know it's my own fault and that it's wrong but … I - I just love you both so much. And then I see that neither of you really have any bitterness towards the other even though it’s very obvious the shit that goes on between all of us and it’s like it’s a game or something between you two.” You paused briefly, taking a breath and trying to gather your now jumbled thoughts as every single feeling and concern was bubbling to the surface and dying to be heard.

“A-And neither of you want to even have sex with me, I know it’s fucking dumb to bring that into this but fuck I’m really pent up here and you both flat out turn me down and at first I could take it but now, it’s like, is something wrong with me? Am I gross or something? This is all so stupid, I’m just trying to tell you my feelings because I don’t want secrets between us and I want to be open and honest. I - I’m sorry if I’m all over the place right now and being weird I’m just really fucking tired too and well you know how I get.”

You finished ranting, feeling lighter but also shitty at the same time. You wrapped your arms around yourself, wanting to be held but not wanting to ask for it. You couldn’t bear to face Kirishima at the moment, you hated confrontation and avoided it until it overwhelmed you and caused you to blow up like you just did.

The sound of Kirishima’s feet shuffling across the floor made your eyes move to watch them go towards the bed and disappear. You felt alone suddenly, regretful. Fuck - you shouldn’t have said all that dumb shit.

“Come here mama.”

That soft, warm voice finally spoke and you looked up to see Kiri sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard and his hands held out to you. He didn’t have to tell you twice, your body acting on its own, bolting towards the hero and longing for comfort as you crawled into his lap like a child and curled up into his chest. His strong arms towered around you, holding you close and tight. Kirishima pressed a kiss to your head and rubbed his cheek against your hair.

“None of this is a game to us babe and none of anything you said is stupid. Your fucking feelings matter to us and I’m glad you said something. There’s something we need to tell you but we want to do it together. I’m so sorry that we’ve let this go on as well, it’s not just on you, in fact none of any of this is on you. I’ll admit, we do get a kick out of teasing you and getting a reaction but we didn’t stop to think how it could affect you in the long run and that’s fucking shitty on our part, I’m so sorry.” Kirishima sighed and squeezed you tighter in a hug that was asking for forgiveness. “So - I called Bakugou while you were in the shower and he said something about taking you out on a date once he got back and I think we should use that opportunity to come clean but do you think you can wait until then for more answers?”

His hands rubbed your back and arms, warming your body and keeping you calm as you mulled over his words. Wrapping your arms around him, you nuzzled your face into his strong and warm chest.

“Y-Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

Kiri sighed and placed more kisses on your head, starting slowly before they picked up a faster pace, peppering loving silly pecks all over your head and face. You wanted to stay emotionless but you couldn’t help but crack a smile and giggle as his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck and his lips tickled your skin as he covered every single spot he could.

“Alright, alright! You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute Kiri!”

The red-head gleamed and hugged you tight, earning a hug back. He looked down at you and smiled, “How about we get some sleep mama? You need some rest.”

You nodded and agreed, he got up to turn off the lights as you crawled under the covers and waited for him. Kirishima removed his shirt and shorts before getting into bed beside you, you quickly snuggled up to him and brushed your face against him like a cat leaving its scent on its favorite toy, rubbing your nose to his and across his cheek. It made him chuckle as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. Your legs intertwined with his and your hands traced his chest.

Kirishima caught your lips as they brushed close to his and kissed you sweetly, making you melt and hum as your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back. Once the loving kiss broke you rested your head on his chest and nuzzled even more, burying your face under the covers. After a good cry in the shower, your tiny blow up and now being warm and cozy in bed with Kirishima, exhaustion was quickly lulling you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight Eijirou, I love you.” You softly and quietly spoke.

The red-head felt his heart swell in his chest from your declaration. He smiled and kissed your hair, resting his face on your head. “I love you too baby girl.”

Kirishima laid awake in bed with you still wrapped in his arms and bundled up in the blankets. He watched as your parted lips took in deep and slow breaths of air and how you’d crinkle your nose when a strand of hair would tickle it, making him gently brush it to the side. You made little noises in your sleep and your foot would twitch every now and then, making him quietly snicker. He observed you like this for at least the past ten minutes, he was so mesmerized and in love with you and wanted to stay in that moment for as long as possible.

Until the ringing of his phone decided to ruin the tranquility and he cursed under his breath as he quickly reached for the device, his eyes never leaving you. Your body stirred and you let out a tired moan, Kirishima softly pet your hair as he answered the phone, making the ringing stop.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, please go back to sleep,” he cooed.

You snuggled closer, your lips brushing his chest as you inhaled deeply and mumbled.

“Hello?”

Kirishima quietly spoke into the phone as he started to rub your scalp and play with your hair, a thing he knew would put you back to sleep and just like magic it did, making him chuckle.

“The fuck are you laughing at idiot?” Bakugou's brash voice rang through the speaker.

“Nothing, just watching her sleep, she twitches her foot like Thumper, and makes these grunts and sighs! You could’ve just text me asshole, you almost woke her.”

The blonde on the other end of the line was now jealous as he wished he could be there, he slept like shit the night before after the phone call he got from Kiri and since you weren’t with him; so maybe he had gotten spoiled to sleeping with you but he wasn’t going to let anyone know that.

“Tch, god forbid I wake the little brat. I just wanted to let you know, I should be wrapping this shit up tonight and then I’ll be headed home. So tell her we’ll take her out tomorrow but that it’ll be a surprise.”

Kiri’s eyebrows raised, Bakugou agreeing to take you out on a date was one thing, but the fact that he was actually putting in effort to make it somewhat special like a surprise shocked him but also made him smile.

“Aww Bakugou! Good idea man, what do you have planned?”

“Shut up shitty hair! And nothing yet, so text me what you think she might like and I’ll try to think of something too. Huh? – okay, hold the fuck on!” Bakugou screamed at someone in the background.

He growled into the phone and let Kiri know that he had to go and hung up. Kirishima shook his head and went to put his phone up until his text alert went off.

➥ BLASTY! : Don’t forget to feed the gremlin when she wakes up, you know how she gets hangry and stupid, and give her a fucking kiss for me!

➥ YOU: Roger that captain! Kick some ass!

You woke up and stretched, letting out a high pitched yawn as your fingers clutched the comforter instead of warm skin or red locks. All the warmth that you were so cozily nestled in suddenly vanished at the realization that you were alone in bed.

“Kiri?” You pouted with a tired voice and lifted your head.

Before your eyes could fully investigate, the smell of food assaulted your senses, making you perk up a bit and smile.

“Why do they insist on spoiling me so much,” you sighed and stood up in the bed before hopping off of it and made the trek downstairs. 

Upon entering the kitchen you could smell something sweet and salty and saw a shirtless Kirishima plating food. With a smile etched your face, you tugged on the front of his shirt that you wore and stretched as you walked over to him and poked your head under one of his arms.

“What are you doing Red?” You asked and gnawed on his side, feeling your stomach eating away at your spine.

Kirishima flinched a little at the sudden contact and chuckled as he lifted his arm, “Making you breakfast mama, I know how hungry you get when you wake up. So I made some waffles and bacon, there’s some strawberries and bananas sliced as well for you to top your waffles with at the table. Go sit down and I’ll bring everything else.”

You pulled back and kissed the back of his shoulder, let go of your shirt and went to grab a cup to make yourself some strawberry milk.

"You're an angel Kiri.”

The red-head beamed and walked over to the table you now sat at with the food, placing a kiss to the top of your head. You crossed your legs in your seat and salivated over the beautiful breakfast he cooked for you as you started to pile fruit on top of your waffles. Kirishima sat down next to you and did the same.

“So cuteness, Bakugou should be home sometime late tonight. He said that we’ll take you out tomorrow, that sound good?”

You nodded as you shoved a few slices of bananas into your mouth and poured syrup.

“Where are you two taking me?”

Kirishima crunched on some bacon and smiled, shaking his head.

“I can’t tell you that babe, it’s a surprise!”

Your eyes rolled but you decided not to press any further, you liked surprises. After swallowing a giant bite of waffles you turned to look at Kirishima who was staring and smiling as bright as ever, happy that he knew this ‘surprise’. Soon he felt the sticky points of your fork on his cheek, both of you giggling as you settled into a comfortable silence and ate together.

“Alright then Kiri, keep your secrets!”

The red-head snorted and shook his head, gently squeezing your thigh under the table as he leaned over and placed a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. You hummed and leaned into the hero, heads nuzzling together like a couple of loving lions. Turning to meet his gaze, your lips met in a sticky sweet kiss, sugar from syrup and the playful bite from sharp teeth, waking your still sleepy senses even more. The entire moment was sweet, calm and you could stay in it forever - at least until the red-headed shit decided to chomp on your cheek before swiping a long and slimy lick to it. What ensued after was a messy fight of fruits and other breakfast foods.

Yeah, you liked surprises.

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[galadrieljones]

The Lily Farm - Chapter 42

AO3 | Masterpost

Rating: M (Mature) - sexual content, violence, and adult themes

Summary: To help her process Sean’s death, Mary Beth asks Arthur to take her on a hunting trip, somewhere far away. He agrees, and on their journey to the north, they find quietude and take comfort in their easy bond. They’ve been friends for a while now, but life, like the wilderness, is full of uncertainty and complications, and as they embark on their desperate search for meaning together, they endure many trials, some small, some big—all of which bring them closer to one another, and to their future.

Chapter 42: Hello, Friends and Enemies.

1.

That night, Arthur had been summoned to a big, fancy room full of heavy furniture and mahogany bookshelves up on the river boat’s second floor. He had been asked to leave his table by a man named Jean Marc Mercier, who looked and seemed like a squirrel. Initially, he thought that it was because he had swept, suspiciously so—$11,000 in total winnings—but he was allowed to cash in his chips with little question. Despite some grumbling amongst the patrons as the games went on, he was frisked for aces up his sleeve only once, by a huge pit boss with one prominent gold tooth. Everybody believed that he had won fair and square, and by the laws of nature, he had. Was it truly cheating to outsmart the rich? He reckoned that, for this skill, he was thankful. It was about the only thing his piece of shit father had given him that he would not trade.

After a couple minutes of waiting and thinking he was perhaps being tested, Arthur finally learned who this boat belonged to, and whose party it was. Mayor Lemieux of St. Denis came in through another door, behind the long desk at the top of the room. The door had been hidden and just looked like part of the wall, and this did not unnerve Arthur but it did surprise him.

“Mr. Mayor?” he said.

“Mr. Kilgore,” said Lemieux. “Thank you for meeting me. And for attending the festivities tonight. It is...dare I say...an honor."

“What—I mean, how you keeping, sir?”

“I am well,” said Lemieux, his hands clasped judiciously. “I heard you made out quite impressively at the tables tonight.”

“Yes, sir.” Arthur patted his left lapel. "Quite impressively."

“Very good. It is about time somebody won around here who was not raised by the silver spoon.”

He had got the expression nearly right, thought Arthur. He nodded and went along. “So what’s this about?”

“I have a proposition for you, Mr. Kilgore,” said Lemieux. He was short and he wore a schlubby French-cut suit the color of sea water. He poured them each a little whiskey into a crystal high ball glass. “I hear you’ve got a child on the way. I thought you might be in the market for some…security.”

Arthur gave him a look. “Where the hell’d you hear that?”

“Evelyn Miller,” said Lemieux, his thick accent. “We had lunch the other day. He let it slip.”

“I see,” said Arthur. He felt weird. He looked around. The little squirrel man Jean Marc was gone, and they were alone. “What sort of proposition you looking to make?”

“I’d like you to take care of something for me,” said Lemieux, leaning against the desk, crossing one leg over the other. “Or, someone, rather.”

“You want me to kill somebody?”

“I prefer the term redistribute, but of course, I am French.”

“That, you are.” Arthur sipped his whiskey. It was Kentucky bourbon, but an expensive label. It was like warm weather, soaking his insides. “I ain’t a hitman, Mr. Mayor. You ought to know that before we begin the proceedings.”

“Yes, I figured you would say as much. Though I thought perhaps I could convince you otherwise.”

“How so.”

“I am close associates with Leviticus Cornwall," said Lemieux. "Though I despise him. He is a filthy fucker, but he is good to know.”

“Leviticus Cornwall," mused Arthur. "The oil guy?”

Lemieux gave him a wise look. “The oil guy, yes.”

“I hope you ain’t asking me to kill Leviticus Cornwall, Mr. Mayor.” Arthur chuckled. “Because even if I was a hit-for-hire, that sort of job is too big for me.”

“I would never ask after such crassness.”

“Well, good.”

“I am asking for you to kill Angelo Bronte.”

Arthur almost choked on his whiskey. “Angelo Bronte?”

“You heard me,” said Lemieux. He changed his tone then, but he did not change his posture. He was sharp. He did not show his hand, nor did he communicate any hint of it in his face. He was a nightmare sort, a politician. “I owe that guappo piece of shit far more than I care to repay, and I want him dead.”

“I ain’t sure that’s how debts work, Mr. Mayor. At least not in polite society. Then again, I sure ain't speaking from experience.”

“He has made a mockery of me and of my city,” continued Lemieux. “I am through entertaining mafiosi thugs in St. Denis. I want him out. Of course, I cannot ask him to leave. He must be…removed.”

Arthur swigged his whiskey. He felt warm around his collar. He wanted to get the fuck out of there and was getting annoyed. “That is quite the sob story, Mr. Mayor. I'm sorry to hear it."

“I thought, perhaps, you’d consider, given that you have now stolen from me, and from Mr. Cornwall. Two powerful men of powerful means. Given the trajectory of Cornwall’s Pinkerton attack dogs, and your...what is it called...outlaw gang? It is possible you wish to remain free, no? I can give this to you, if you are willing to reciprocate.”

"How the hell do you know I stole from Cornwall?”

“The men at the Heartlands run-off saw you,” said Lemieux, smiling. “And the Pinkertons, they know who you are, what you look like. You're a recognizable man. Plus, upon some questioning, Mr. Miller confirmed this for me. He is easily persuaded these days. All it took was for me to threaten further withholdings from his dear natives to the north.”

"Withholdings?"

"Vaccines. Surely, you've heard of them."

Arthur shook his head, disbelieving. "You ain't got that sort of power," he said. "You're a goddam mayor. Ain't no senator, no army general. I may be me but I wasn't born yesterday. You can't deny vaccines to a native tribe in Ambarino territory."

“Power by association is just as effective as power itself,” said Lemieux, adjusting his spectacles. “In any case, all that matters is what Miller was willing to believe. He sold you out. Granted, he felt badly about it.”

“I still don’t understand,” said Arthur. “Are you threatening me?”

“Of course not, Mr. Arthur,” he said, sipping his whiskey.

“Then what the hell is this about?"

“I just thought that, since there are Pinkerton detectives currently on this river boat, you might wish to slip away, in secret of course, with your pregnant wife, safely back to shore. Now, if you wish to be difficult, then that is another story.”

“Why the hell would there be Pinkertons here on this river boat.”

“Because they received a tip, from me.”

“What sort of tip?”

“That Dutch van der Linde was in St. Denis," said Lemieux, removing his hat, "and that one of his associates would be here, gambling, tonight.”    

Arthur stared at him, hard, trying to see if he was bluffing. “You got to be kidding me.”  

“All I need is for your word,” said Lemieux, still unmoved by the conversation, cold as a stone.

“My word.”

“That you will redistribute Bronte to a higher—or lower—plane. I have no interest in your religious or other affiliations per the aftermath of death, Mr. Arthur. Kill him. As soon as possible. And I’ll change my story with the Pinkertons. Off you'll go.”

Arthur set down the heavy-bottomed glass on the desk. He set it down so hard, the whole desk shook. He looked at his boots and where they stood upon the heavy wood of the floor. It had been a long time since he’d felt this sort of anger. He was sick with it, sick of people like this, threatening those and all he held dear. “I ain’t gonna do that,” said Arthur. “I kill Bronte, you got me on the hook for life. The answer is no.”

Lemieux sighed, blinked, almost startled, like he was waiting for Arthur to change his mind. “That is too bad.”

"Maybe. But if I’m the sort of outlaw who would kill Bronte, what makes you think I won’t kill you? Right here, right now. For threatening me, for threatening my wife. This is a very bad choice you're making, Mr. Mayor.”

“Because,” said Lemieux. “You’re not the sort of outlaw who would kill Bronte. I know this about you. I just thought, perhaps, with a child on the way, you’d be more desperate.”

“You don’t know nothing about me.”

“Clearly. You know, I meant for this to be Dutch,” he said. He straightened up off the desk, began walking toward the door. “I gave Bronte’s thugs that false tip about the trolley station. I thought Dutch would rob the place, and upon realizing the set-up…react. Poorly. Kill Bronte of his own accord, out of some ill-advised revenge. Of course, I underestimated him, and you, for that matter. I did not know outlaws conducted reconnaissance.”

“All due respect, Mr. Mayor, but fuck you.”

Lemieux shrugged. “How it goes, sometimes. I'll have to find another means."

When the gunshots broke out below then, both men looked at one another. Surprised. Arthur didn't know what the hell was going on, but it was nothing good. It was not happening this way. He took advantage of the uncertainty and put Lemieux's lights out with one single blast from his fist. It was satisfying. He swore, shook out his knuckles, left the mayor heavily unconscious on the hard wood.

Doing his best to evade the chaos, Arthur ran into LaBoeuf in the stairwell on his way down to the boiler room, and he nearly lost his shit with fear.

"Where the hell is Mary Beth?" he said, his voice echoing through the stairwell, collar loosened.

"She's safe with Woodrow," said LaBoeuf. "One riot, one ranger. They're getting off the boat as we speak."

"What's going on?" He was undoing his cufflinks, tossing them to the floor. "Did you see Pinkertons?"

"We did," said LaBoeuf, reloading his piece. "Though it's unclear who started the shoot-out in the ballroom. Either way, when them bullets started flying, Mary Beth would not leave you behind. A good woman, she is. In any case, we got to go, Mr. Morgan. There will be time for mystery-solving later. If you would be so kind as to stay behind me now. I am armed and ready to roll."

2.

Mary Beth felt her stomach dissolve into pieces as she followed Call over the rail on the far end of the deck where he and LaBoeuf had yoked their vessel in the dark water below. LaBoeuf had gone back for Arthur, had promised to do his finest to get him back safe. We will see you at the rendezvous point, he said. Keane's Saloon of Valentine, triangulated per their emergency protocol. As she and Call jumped ship now, some people called after them, wondering who they were. A man in a tall hat approached them aggressively. Call tossed him to his ass and threatened him with his pistol. After they were in that boat, he cut the rope with his knife and wasted no time. He proceeded to paddle, headed west.

Call’s efficiency as a Ranger was brute and akin to Arthur's. He spoke little as they went. He and Mary Beth were a ways off from St. Denis by now, tossing in the calm waters of the Flat Iron Lake. Call paddled them to their destination in about thirty minutes. The whole time he paddled in utter silence, Mary Beth perched with her back to him, glancing occasionally, but facing the river boat most of the time and watching it get smaller and smaller on the horizon. She kept waiting for it to explode, or for a meteor to come and drop them all from existence. Nothing happened like that, but she did take notice of how far that boat had got from the nearest shore. It must have been a couple miles. She didn’t think Arthur or anybody could swim that far, but she tried not to worry. She tried to remember what Arthur was, what he could do, all these qualities that once had enchanted her so, even just months before, when she seemed, in her own mind, to be younger and dumber to the dull edges of life. She prayed to god for his life.

They tied up the boat in a dusty little fishing complex south of Blackwater, called Quaker’s Cove. It was empty, though the jetty was stocked with barrels and nets and looked like it entertained serious fishermen on occasion. Up above the stars were obscured by a hazy overcast, and she imagined that soon it would give way to some light rain. As Call helped her to her feet on the pier, she looked around and wondered what was going to happen next.

“What do we do now?” said Mary Beth, realizing now how uncomfortable she was. Her dress was tight. She was tired and hungry and cold.

“We’ll wait out the night,” said Call. He lit a cigarette, smoked it, looking exhausted. He took off his hat, smoothed the thinning hair on his head, and then put his hat back on. “Get some sleep, maybe in one of these structures here. I’m sure we can make it work. Then first thing in the morning, we’ll paddle up to Blackwater, maybe get you some new clothes, something more comfortable.”

“Blackwater?”

“I am led to believe that you have no name for yourself there,” he said. “That it’s just Dutch and his lieutenants caught the ire of the law.”

“That’s true,” said Mary Beth, trying to smooth her hair in the back. “What are we gonna do tomorrow then?”

“We’ll then travel to the rendezvous point.”

“And how are we gonna get there?”

“We’ll take a train, Mrs. Morgan.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling stupid. “I suppose that’s sensible.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Mary Beth sighed. She hiked up her skirt and looked around. There were some huts and things. It didn’t look in total disrepair. She then glanced to Call who seemed very stressed out all of a sudden. The bags under his eyes were so defined, they seemed carved from stone. She had not known him that long, but still, she could tell there was something going on. "Thank you," she said.

"For what, Mrs. Morgan."

"For listening to me on the boat. For LaBoeuf going back for Arthur. I know that wasn't the plan."

"Plans change. You were right."

“Are you worried?” she said, staring at him.

Call glanced at her curiously. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes,” she said, bracing herself. “I been living my whole life in uncertain circumstances, Mr. Call. Please. Don’t lie to me. I ain’t a child.”

He smoked his cigarette, looking at her with one hand on his pistol. “I am mighty worried, Mrs. Morgan. Yes.”    

“Why.”

“Because I do not like Pinkertons,” said Call, wiping his head with a handkerchief from his pocket. “I do not like Pinkertons, and I do not like bullets flying. Now I trust that LaBoeuf will be able to find your husband and that the two of them will bust out of there. They are specialists and experts in the art of escape, but I do not know where escaping will find them. If they are able to commandeer a boat somehow, that is the desired outcome, but we have to assume that will not happen. We are mighty close to Blackwater, and I know your husband’s situation here. If they swim, Mrs. Morgan, any guns they got will flood and break, and god forbid one of them get injured in an exchange on the river boat—this is a precarious situation. We accounted for the possibility of a fast escape, but we are further from the harbor of St. Denis than I thought we’d get, and there’s weather up there in the atmosphere, and we still have no idea why the hell there was gunfire on that goddam river boat in the first place. Could be it was Pinkertons. Could be it was something else. Now, you are safe, and that means my mission has been accomplished, but my partner is back there amidst all that crass uncertainty, and so is your husband, and you are with child, and that, Mrs. Morgan, is why I am worried. Mighty worried.” He finished his cigarette, taking one last determined drag, and then he tossed it to the weeds.

She just stared at him. She remembered briefly how Arthur had told her once of his nightmares about waking up real old and alone inside the hollowed out carcass of a polar bear. At the time it had sounded strange and kind of ridiculous. Of course she didn’t tell him that, but either way now, she understood. "I appreciate you not lying," she said.

“Let’s find somewhere to sleep, Mrs. Morgan,” said Call, looking around. “It’s a big morning in the morning.”

They found a couple cots for sleeping in one of the huts right on the water. Mary Beth stripped to her underclothes while Call lit a fire in the stove and then sat outside, keeping watch and smoking cigarettes and cleaning his volcanic. She had a view of the full moon from her window. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest, listening for werewolves, staring up at the moon and how it glowed like a lazy lantern up there in the mist. Where were the werewolves? Were they coming? She did not have her books or her journal or anything to distract her. There was nothing to read in there but old cans of carrots and peas. She tried absorbing into her maladaptive daydreams. Knights in armor. But then she was just thinking about Arthur. The place reeked of freshwater fish and burlap. When she could no longer hold her head up she curled to a ball beneath the simple canvas covers and tried to sleep. Call still had not come inside. She understand why he didn’t come inside, but still, she wished he would.

All said and done, Arthur and LaBoeuf dragged to their salvation. They had jumped ship after escaping through the gunfire and swum east for a while till they hit a little island off the coast of Braithwaite Manor. There, they stumbled upon an abandoned paddle boat and got the rest of the way back to shore. Neither of them had any idea of what had gone down on that river boat. They didn't know who the shooters were. They knew there had been Pinkertons, but they didn't know when or how the fight had broke out, and there had been no time to talk about anything—the mayor, Bronte, it was just a blur.

Now, when they paddled up to the shore, they were wrecked, exhausted, soaked. It was the dead of night, and they lie on their backs, heaving. When LaBoeuf sat up and made a long, groaning sound, Arthur rolled over to see. LaBoeuf peeled his jacket off, and they both gazed then what had become of him—shot in the side. The wound was dark and must have happened all the way back on the river boat, and either he had just now noticed or he was just now saying something. He was clutching himself and breathing with his eyes closed, and he was whispering over and over again, Sweet Jesus. Sweet Jesus. Sweet Jesus.

“Shit,” said Arthur. “You’re bleeding, LaBoeuf.”

“I know.”

“Let me see.”

Arthur helped wrestle him out of his shirt so he could get a look at what was going on. It was just a graze on the flesh, but deep enough. The bullet had come and gone elsewhere.

“How bad is it,” said LaBoeuf.

“You’ll live,” said Arthur, assessing the damage, “but we need to close this up, lest it fester.”

“How shall we do that.”

“I got my methods, but you ain’t gonna like it.”

“I been in the field fifteen years, Mr. Morgan,” he said, breathing heavy. “I believe I can hack most anything.”

“I need matches and gunpowder. The gunpowder can be got from your volcanic there, but everything I’m packing is soaked through, matches included.”

“We ain’t far from Rhodes,” said LaBoeuf.

“That is true,” said Arthur. He got to his feet, looked around with his hands on his hips. “But they pretty much hate me in Rhodes. Plus, if I leave you here, you’re dead meat. There’s panthers in these parts.”

“What about the manor,” said LaBoeuf. “The Braithwaites—they’ll have matches.”

Arthur chuckled to himself. “They don’t much like me neither, Mr. LaBoeuf.”

“I thought you mentioned you had helped one of them once, not long back. When we was up in the Roanoke Ridge. A woman.”

Arthur thought on it. He had forgotten about Penelope. “Can you walk?”

“I reckon,” said LaBoeuf.

Arthur took his hand, hauled him up and dusted him off. LaBoeuf leaned on him heavily. The bleeding wasn’t life threatening, but LaBoeuf was beat up, and the wound needed help closing or he was gonna lose too much blood. Arthur removed his coat, used the knife he kept at his side to rip the seams, then he split the back panel in two and tied the pieces together to make a strip long enough to wrap around LaBoeuf’s ribs. The graze was just along the bottom two, on the left side. “This’ll stay the bleeding,” said Arthur. “You been shot before?”

“Only once, in the leg,” said LaBoeuf. “A long time back. Call’s old lady, she dug out the bullet for me, stitched me up good.”

"His old lady, huh,” said Arthur. “Would that be the one who died?”

“Yes, sir,” grunted LaBoeuf. “She had been a prostitute, but they was on track to get married. They had a baby out of wedlock, sixteen years ago.”

“I think I remember him mentioning that.”

Arthur took many deep breaths as they got to trudging. He had no idea where Mary Beth might be. He tried not to think of it. The night was pretty, not too cold, but the stars were covered like it might rain. The moon was muffled, too, and so the land was dark.

3.

Along the gleaming shoreline, Arthur and LaBoeuf soon began to close in on the Braithwaite property line.

“I should say,” said LaBoeuf as he limped along and looked up at the sky. “I would like to get married some day, Mr. Morgan.”

Arthur found this amusing. “You got a woman?” he said, steadying LaBoeuf. “Anybody in mind? That would be a good start."

“No, sir,” he said. “Never thought much for it. Until now.”

Arthur smiled at this. “You scared of dying? You ain’t gonna die, LaBoeuf.”

“I know,” he said. “Or, I mean, I do hope so. And it ain’t so much I’m scared of dying, it’s just that now I think I’d prefer not to die alone.”

“Nobody has to die alone,” said Arthur. He wished badly for a cigarette, stopped to reach down and pluck a willow from the earth, which he proceeded to chew. “That is something I have learned very recently.”

“I get that,” said LaBoeuf. He was earnest. He moved slowly, but he was doing okay. “Mary Beth is���I’d be lucky to do half so good as that. She sure is something.”

"Yes, sir. She is,” said Arthur. His boots were wet. His feet were sloshing around inside them, and as they walked, their feet made squishing noises. He was not used to being the envy of men. He wasn't used to that at all. “Goddammit," he said.

“She’s okay,” said LaBoeuf, nodding. “I told you. They got off okay. This was her idea, and Call don’t make mistakes.”

“I know,” said Arthur, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. His head was pounding from all the gunfire. “I know.”

Some egrets took off up ahead of them then, which put Arthur on his guard. But it was only a stray coyote.

When they finally got to the back end of the Braithwaite property, Arthur stopped them both. He still had all his money, the winnings, half stuffed down the front of his pants, half in his right boot, since he had torn his coat to shreds. He was not letting this fucked up night go to waste, no sir.

“This is it,” said Arthur, sensing the gazebo up ahead. They took a knee. LaBoeuf was winded, and they were both dirty and covered in mud. He glanced back to the moon. It was almost eleven. Still too many hours to sunrise, considering. He wondered if it was too late. He wondered if maybe she was out there. “She likes to hang out in the gazebo,” he said, scrubbing at his chin, still chewing that willow.

“Who does?”

“Penelope Braithwaite,” said Arthur. "Otherwise known as our only hope."

“Oh, right. Penelope."

“She reads out here, all day sometimes she said once.”

“You think she’s out there now?”

“Maybe,” said Arthur. He took a deep breath. If she wasn’t there, he was not yet sure what he was going to do. Raid some of the fishing cottages down on the water. Kill one of the guards, or maybe just knock him out, but killing would be safer. “You stay here.” Arthur got on his tip-toes. He couldn’t see the inside of the gazebo from here. It had high walls. He’d have to get up close. “I’ll be back.”

"Sounds good."

Arthur nodded and made his move. He had to wade back into the water up to his waist, and once he got out again, he could see some of the Braithwaite guards idling in the distance with their lanterns, way back by the manor, which was half-burned to the ground. There were wagons of timber everywhere and it looked like work was already being done on restorations. He snuck up alongside the gazebo and went around and climbed up and entered over the side. When his feet dropped, he heard her gasp. She was there. He heard a man’s voice, too, and then he saw both of them, locked up in an embrace: Penelope and Beau, stealing time together. Arthur sighed with relief, shook out his hair and his shirt and was dripping wet. But they didn't recognize him at first. Beau was on his feet in an instant. He didn’t have a weapon or anything so he just sort of stood there in a funny kind of stance with his fists up, ready to fight.

"Stand back!" he said. It was almost comical.

Arthur eyeballed him and put his hands up to surrender. “You got me,” he said.

“Arthur?” said Penelope.

Beau looked at her, and then he looked back at Arthur. “Arthur?”

“Yes.”

“What the heck are you doing here?” Penelope seemed ecstatic. She was happily surprised. She got up from the bench and rushed him, but she paused when she saw how wet he was. “Good heavens,” she said. “Do you know how soaked you are?"

“Believe it or not, I do."

“What happened to you?” said Beau. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” said Arthur, clasping his hands in front of him. “I’m afraid it is not. I was on a river boat, playing cards, and it got raided by the law. My friend and I had to jump ship. We swam to shore, and he is shot in the side. Needless to say, I came here, looking for assistance.”

“Oh my god,” said Penelope. “That’s terrible. Where is your friend?”  

“He’s back on the shore,” said Arthur. “I might need some help getting him here. You got anywhere safe we could bunk up for the night?”

“Yes,” said Penelope. “Ever since you all burnt the place to the studs, everybody but the guards and the farmhands’ been staying in our second home in St. Denis.”

“Your second home?”

“It’s dreadful,” she said, dramatically. “I'll tell you where it is, maybe you can burn it down, too." She looked at Beau then and batted her eyelashes. “I sneak out every night to meet Beau. We are still so grateful for that time you helped us.”

"Well, you're welcome."

“The fishing cottages are all vacated," said Beau. "A little rundown, but you’ll be safe till morning.”

"That will do fine. Thank you.”

“How are you, Arthur,” said Penelope. She put her little bird hand on his arm. “Are you doing all right?”

Arthur smiled. “I’m real good, Miss Braithwaite. Current circumstances aside. Thank you for asking.”

She noticed then, the ring on his finger. “Mr. Morgan. Is that a wedding ring?”

“It is,” said Arthur. He kind of fit it to his finger, a reassuring touch. “And I will tell you the whole story, I promise, once we get my buddy to safety.”

“Oh, of course,” she said, like she had forgotten. “Beau, go with Arthur and help him bring up his friend. I’ll prepare the cottage—go to the red one, just over thataway. It’s by far the nicest. I used to play jacks out there with my cousin Lucinda. Before they shipped her up the river to Minnesota of course. For gallivanting with a woman.”

Arthur gave her a funny look. "Minnesota?”

“She preferred the company of girls.”

“No, I got that part. But why did they ship her to Minnesota?”

“Weren’t acceptable, I suppose," said Penelope, fluffing her dress and proceeding to lead Arthur down the stairs to the foggy lawn. "Of course we marry our cousins by the Braithwaite family way, but girls kissing other girls, that’s where the good lord draws the line.” She spoke angrily. But she dropped her anger as quickly as it had come and smoothed her smoky gray dress with her hands. “Oh well. You know my family, Arthur. Animals. Every last one of them. And hypocrites to boot.”

"I got no argument there," said Arthur, thinking back to Lemieux. "Now just lead the way, Miss Braithwaite."

"I owe you my life," she said. "I mean that. Anything you need, you just ask. You're a good man, Mr. Morgan."

He looked away. "I try."

That night in the fishing cottage on the Flat Iron Lake, Arthur fixed up LaBoeuf, not dissimilar from how he had fixed up himself while incarcerated by Colm O’Driscoll. The pain was bad, but it was over fast, and LaBoeuf was stoic. Plus, there was an abundance of moonshine out here. Beau had brought them some dry clothes stolen from the guard barracks, and he and Penelope hung out for a little while, catching up, until the hour got too late. Once they were alone, and cleaned up and dry, LaBoeuf had drunk himself to a right stupor, leaning against a table leg by the fire and slurring his words poetically by the orange light of the flames.

“We gonna get you back to Mary Beth real soon, Mr. Morgan,” he said, his head lulling, his body bandaged and his eyelids heavy like lead. He was swigging off the moonshine from a glass flask, sounding heroic and Arthur was thankful for him and for all he had done and sacrificed that night. “Miss Mary Beth, and your unborn baby. The two of you will be…will be just fine. Where you gonna get to, by the way? When this is all over? By the—by the way.” He smiled, real lazy like. "Where you gonna get to?"

Arthur smiled. He was poking the fire on the stove, loosening the embers. The little red cottage made him think of Deer Cottage. “Wisconsin,” he said. “That’s where we’re aiming.”

“Wisconsin?” said LaBoeuf.

“Yes, sir. You ever been?”

LaBoeuf did not clearly answer. He did not seem to know. He just continued to smile and sway. He said, “Mighty pretty country up there, Mr. Morgan.” He was dropping into sleep as he said it, the flask tipping from his hand. "Mighty pretty."

"Thank you," said Arthur. He meant for everything. He did not know what else to say or to do, but without LaBoeuf, he would probably be dead now. In any case, LaBoeuf was sleeping. He had not heard. Arthur could not sleep. He stayed awake, too keyed up and hardened to his resolve, tossing things in the fire, smoking cigarettes gifted to him from Penelope.

***

Side note:

My take on Mayor Lemieux is based on his real-life historical influences. Quoted from the fandom wiki:

Henri Lemieux likely takes inspiration from the real-life mayor of New Orleans at the time of the game’s events (1899), Walter C. Flower. Flower himself had been a member of the 1891 lynch mob that executed eleven Italian-Americans accused of killing the city's police chief (an event alluded to in the Saint Denis Times), whose murder was long-rumored but never proven to be a Mafia-directed assassination.

Though it's not overtly addressed in-game, Bronte is clearly meant to communicate as a high-ranking member of the Sicilian Mafia, which, along with Lemieux's period-typical anti-Italian sentiment and king pin levels of diabolical corruption, is something I wanted to explore. Personally, I always believed that Bronte was harmless at best, a red herring, and Lemieux was behind it all.

Thanks for reading ^_^

-gala

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x mary beth gaskill #arthur x mary beth #the lily farm #rdr2 fanfic #this one is a little long #hence the numbered sections #so if you gotta read in chunks #you can keep track!! #^.^

[prorevenge]

We didn't help but hOW DARE YOU REMOVE US?!

I'm in 11th grade and boy, oh boy, I thought my classmates from the previous school years were stupid but God, my classmates this year takes the cake.

We have Research ( something like thesis writing ) as a subject this year. Our teacher grouped our class into three groups. Mine ended up being the unluckiest. I was stuck with the 5 most entitled shit heads in the class. They were known for not doing shit in group activities yet when you try to remove them from the group they'd start shit.

And that's exactly what happened.

They basically did nothing the entire time my co-leader and I begged them to help. It was annoying and we decided to kick them out of the group if they don't help anything in Chapter 3.

Surprise, surprise! They didn't do shit. I kept messaging the group chat asking them to help or else but were they scared? Threatened? Nope! They just left me on read, every. Single. Time. My co-leader and I then did the most logical thing; we removed them from the group.

By the way, we kept reminding them that if they don't help out in any of the chapters, they'll get removed.

Last Saturday (Mar. 16), my co-leader and I revised our paper and we asked the select group members ( who actually did shit ) to send their dedication. On Sunday, my co-leader asked those who haven't sent in their dedication to send it since it was supposed to be passed the following day. This alerted one of the five shit heads.

Let's call him Jack.

Jack: What about me?

Co-leader (CL from now on): ask Gayle.

Me: Those who were mentioned gets to send in their dedications.

This alerted another shit head ( let's call her Mimi ).

Mimi: What about me?

I repeated what I said.

Jack: So we don't have to do anything?

Me [ in the most passive aggressive way ever ]: Hmm, I don't know. You might have to do another Research Paper?

Jack and Mari (another shit head): Why?

I then proceeded to explain that they didn't help one bit even if it was as easy as sending one link.

I was enraged that night and I was ranting which alerted another shit head who oh my god is the worst, most entitled piece of shit out of the five of them. Let's call her Kae.

Kae was livid when she found out she & her precious group of friends got kicked out for not doing anything. She began ranting about how she doesn't deserve to be disrespected like this and how she deserves to get an instant reply. The other three shit heads were hyping her and saying all these inappropriate things (i.e., how they loved to grind in a bar just to earn money).

Kae: I can't believe it! You guys just left me on read!

Me [ again, passive aggressively ]: [[ cough ]] you guys also left me on read when i ask you to do something [[ cough ]] i'm sorry, my throat's itchy.

Kae: WOW! How could you say that? You only notice a select few ( I don't. I've said it over & over again that if anyone has any questions, i'll happily answer it).

Me: uhmm... Remember the sub groups chats from a month ago?

Mimi: Gayle, you said that you'll handle everything and we'd just pay.

Me: I never said that. I said that you'd have to pay if you didn't get to help out.

After that it was all chaos. I was ready to kill a bitch or maybe 5. The shit heads kept saying over and over and over about how "you could've approached us," "you could've said something," and a bunch of other shit. I was shaking due to the rage I was feeling. I've done everything to make them help. I begged, asked, and they didn't comply. I started replying to them in all caps, saying on how they're removed and that there was no way of them being ever included in the group again.

Mimi then said something about family.

Mimi: I thought we were family? I thought we were supposed to help each other out.

Kae: There is no FAMILY! ONLY GREEDINESS!

CL: It isn't our fault if you weren't active. We aren't always family.

Me: Stop it with your family bullshit cause we never treated nor saw you as family.

I removed the from the group chat, thinking it was all over. God, was I wrong. My co-leader informed me that they were mentioning me in the class group chat. They were causing an uproar. They kept saying shit like, "it's finally time to see their true personalities," or about how bad of a leader I am or about how much they paid for our research paper ( they paid 13 pesos, which isn't much honestly), and they even compared me to our class president.

Now, in our class, I'm a respectable student being both the top 1 and the class vice president. I'm a nice leader and I definitely do my part but I'm no push over. Unlike our class president who is a giant push over and that's why they said she was the better leader cause they can abuse her kindness. ( The class president and I are very good friends so no one took the comparison to an offence ).

There was a riot in the group chat and my emotionally inept classmates just kept adding fuel to the fire. It was ridiculous and immature. My co-leader and I kept quiet and decided to let them feast on their stupidity. It was 12:07 AM when they finally shut up and I decided to get some sleep too.

Here's where the fun begins. I woke up at 5:30AM in a cold sweat. I had a plan and I was absolutely ready to go through with it. Those shit heads were "exposing" me with screenshots ( because I replied to them in a passive aggressive way ) then two can play at that game. I've got all the necessary shit to expose them too. I still have the sub group chats from Chapters 1 & 3 and the entire group chat for our Research.

I borrowed my grand dad's phone, opened my Messenger account and began taking screenshots. I posted them all on MyDay for everyone to see. I added a few passive aggressive notes on the pics.

The screenshots proved that they didn't help nor gave one single reply. But my petty ass wasn't done there just yet, nope. I planned on making a portfolio with all the screenshots plus an essay. I gathered all my money because the screenshots were a hundred plus.

I told my co-leader about this. She thought it was over the top but our other group members told me they were on board.

When I got to school that day, my classmates were either asking for details or saying good luck. It just pumped me up to go through with the plan even more. CL and I went to the nearest computer shop to print the screenshots. Once CL & I entered the room, we were both shocked.

The 5 shit heads were there. They actually went to school. That was a fucking miracle to be honest. I rolled my eyes as I hid the printed screenshots from their view. They left the room but not before making a few comments about me. Those comments only fueled the fire.

Once they actually left, I began sorting the screenshots out. The class president noticed & asked about it. I told her my plan and she cheered me on. Another classmate asked when the fight was gonna start. I laughed and told him that this was the way I was gonna bring them down by ruining their reputation in the faculty room.

Nobody likes the 5 shit heads. They always started shit and a few of my classmates have confronted them but it wasn't successful due to lack of necessary evidence. I was ready to be the one that took them down.

While I sorted out the screenshots, the shit heads came back. Before they could see what I was doing, I quickly hid it all. They stayed in the room for 10 minutes or so, loudly talking about the incident the night before or how Class President was the better leader. I rolled my eyes at them again. After they said their comments, they left the room with their bags. They only went to school to talk shit about me and CL.

Classic.

After I finished sorting the screenshots and finished writing the essay, it was all set. The only thing missing was the Research Paper itself. My friend and I went back to the computer shop to print the Paper. On the way there, we crossed paths with the shit heads and they said something about grades or something, I'm not sure.

Once the paper was printed, we set off. We reached the faculty room. We saw our teacher and signaled him over. I handed our Research Paper plus the portfolio. We didn't say anything and our teacher flipped through the pages. He was silent then he went back to his desk.

Mission Accomplished.

But the story doesn't end there. Tuesday ( Mar. 19), our adviser confronted us.

Adviser ( A from now on): What's this about?

Kae: Gayle removed us from the group without us knowing.

Me: Well, you guys --

Kae: She was rude to us and I was asking nicely.

Me: [ towards our other classmate ] Ren! Let me borrow your phone.

He gave me his phone and I logged in my Messenger account.

Me: [[ handing the phone to A ]] here's the group chat Ma'am.

A: [[ takes the phone ]] okay! Everyone take the exams while I read!

And we did. After the exam, she asked us ( the shit heads + the rest of the group) to come over and talk. We came over and she said a little something that made me smirk.

A: Call Sir John!

The shit heads looked unfazed. They were tight with our adviser. They were thinking that she'd side with them but nope, she never sided with them when it came to arguments like this.

Kae was staring daggers at me while our classmates called our Research adviser. The other 4 were smirking and laughing amongst themselves. CL was rolling her eyes and the rest of the group were doing other things. I was neutral. I had no expression on my face.

After 5 minutes or so, Sir John ( SJ from now on ) came into the room. He had his class record and a familiar purple sliding folder with him. He brought the portfolio. SJ sat down on one of the chairs and the meeting resumed.

A: Start talking.

Kae: Well, it happened Sunday night. Jack messaged me on Facebook telling me we got removed from the Research group. I messaged our group chat and no one was answering --

Me: We're sorry we didn't get to reply early.

Jack: But you were online.

( Anyone who uses FB on mobile would know that you don't actually have to be on the app 24/7 to be online, you just have to be connected to a data/internet connection. I was on YT when they messaged.)

Mimi: We were mentioning you.

Me: I'm sorry but mentions don't work for me as I don't have Messenger installed on my phone. ( i have a Samsung Galaxy V btw )

Kae: That isn't the point. You were online yet you weren't responding. Shows how much of a bad leader you are.

I. Was. Baffled. I knew these shit heads were entitled but god damn, their level is wow.

Mari: You left us on read.

A: [[ slams her palm on the desk ]] enough!! Move on to the actual problem.

Kae: Gayle removed us from the group without our permission.

Me: I have a valid reason. You didn't help out.

Mimi: But you told us we only have to pay and you'd handle the rest.

Me: What else was I suppose to say? You'd only ask what you can do when it was time for passing? Plus, I only said you'd have to pay if you didn't help out.

Kae: Where tf did you say that?

Me: The group chat you love to leave on read.

They were accusing me of lying but luckily SJ stepped in.

SJ: [[ handing A the portfolio ]] Here's all the evidence you need, Ma'am.

A: [[ takes the portfolio and starts reading through it ]]

A read through Exhibit B which contained the conversation where I was asking for links regarding classroom discussion yet none of the shit heads could send any.

A: Why couldn't any of you send just one link? One link and it would've been fine!

A was mad. The shit heads were speechless for a second then began spewing out bull shit excuses like, "We don't have internet," "The internet cafe's too far," and, "I don't have any money."

I rolled my eyes. These shit heads could afford to drink at a bar-esque place every single day but couldn't afford to take 5 minutes out of their time to send a link.

Weird flex but okay.

A read through a few more pages. She was now on Exhibit C, D, and E which were all the sub groups where I was messaging and messaging and messaging for at least one of them shit heads to help.

A: Kae! Mimi! Why didn't any of you reply?

Kae: We thought we weren't needed.

Mimi: They just told us to pay.

SJ: They were messaging and kept asking for help.

A decided to stir the topic away from payment for a while.

A: Gayle, did you tell them when the deadline was?

Me: Yes, it's in th--

Kae: SHE NEVER DID! She never cared about us! She's always focusing on CL. CL this & CL that.

Me: I did and you left me on read and she's my co leader, what tf were you expecting? Plus you would've known when the deadline was if any of you just attended Sir John's classes for once.

Mimi: We do!

Bold of her to lie inbfront of SJ's face.

SJ: You don't. I have my class records and almost all of you are either Late or Absent most of the time.

Kae: We're late? What can we do about that?

Mari: Yes! What can we do about that?

Me: I don't know. Maybe make an effort to actually go to class early.

Joy: Classes start too early.

Our class start at 10 fucking 30.

SJ: Classes start at 10:30. You have enough time to be on time for classes.

The shit heads were silent. They had no come back now. It was silent till Mimi opened her fucking mouth.

Mimi: It's still unfair that we paid and now we aren't included.

Joy: I know right?!

A: Did you even help out?

SH ( shit heads ): No.

SJ: What do you even think Research is?! Do you pay for it?!

It was silent again and I was so glad I was wearing a face mask because I was smirking so wide that time.

Jack: [[ chuckles ]] Class President's group is still much better. Her group members don't have to pay and don't have to do anything to get included in the Paper.

A: Are you her group mates? No, so disregard her and the other group.

SJ: You are her [[ gestures to me ]] group mates so you are under her authority.

A: How much did you even pay?

Me: 13 pesos. Total.

SJ: [[ stares at the shit heads with an eyebrow raised ]]

A: [[ asking the SH ]] did you pay for Chapter 1?

SH: Yes!

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: Yes.

A: [[ to SH ]] How about for Chapter 2?

SH: Yes!

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: Yes.

A: [[ to SH ]] Did you pay for Chapter 3?

SH: ... No...

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: No.

A: See! They included you when you paid! What are you getting mad about?

Kae: It's still unfair that we aren't included anymore.

Mimi: wE PAID!

A: Not everything can be done through money. Now, don't depend on your group leader to do everything.

SJ: You now have to do your own Research paper. To be passed tomorrow.

Jack: Fine! Class President said she's gonna help us anyway.

SJ: No, she won't. I'll tell her to not help you as there will be consequences if I ever found she helped you or you asked for help.

Mimi: But sir! We don't know what to do.

SJ: What a shame. You should've attended my classes then. By the way, I've done what you asked me to do.

SJ got up from his seat with the class record and portfolio in hand and left.

The shit heads were speechless and I was amused. I knew exactly what Sir John meant, he made the entire faculty read the portfolio so now the teachers now what shenanigans these shits were up to.

I was happy that day. We won the case, the shit heads have to do their own paper.

Kae was glaring at me whenever she saw me that day and some say she's still glaring until now.

I celebrated by treating myself to McDonald's.

(source) story by (/u/AGryffindork)

#prorevenge #by /u/AGryffindork #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

[bxnesof92]

gift for bmc summer gift exchange!

a fluffy boyfs as requested by @riot-meme for the @bmc-summer-gift-exchange 

 Pairing: Boyf riends (Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,098

Warnings: None, but Jeremy does have a bit of a crisis

Read on Ao3!

It’s not beautiful, Jeremy thought, staring a little too long at Michael’s hair. The dim light above the sink silhouetted and lit it perfectly, and it had been tousled from a night of flopping and moving on basement floors. It’s not... He’s not… 

– –

The last thing Jeremy needed at the moment was a sexuality crisis. The world, being as cruel and sadistic as it was, begged to differ.

The night had started the same way most others had. The two would meet up after school, jam all the way back to Michael’s house, conveniently ignore the likelihood of his car falling apart with them in it, raid the Mell’s fridge, and disappear into the basement. Easy plan to follow, easy plan to execute, and rest assured, Jeremy and Michael were experts in the field. 

Nearing the end of their twelfth failed round of Apocalypse of the Damned, Michael flung himself backwards into his beanbag with a sigh.

“Too hard… Too fuckin’ hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Jeremy I am going to run you over one of these days, I swear to God.”

Despite the emptiness of the threat the two boys decided not to push it further, and instead fell back into a comfortable silence. November air outside and poor insulation in their shitty basement dwelling forced the two to create an elaborate blanket fort and lay closer than was heterosexually acceptable for two teenage boys (despite the lack of heterosexuality from at least one member of the party). 

Giving up on the game, Jeremy watched as Michael began to scroll through his movie collection. “Mmm… Wargames? No, too involved for this late… Stand By Me? Nah, I’m not in a Stephen King mood. Wait, why the hell do I only have eighties movies?”

Jeremy laid upside down on his beanbag in a daze… Were his eyes always that dark of a brown? They were kind of beautif-

“-eremy? Jer? Yo space cadet, how do we feel about Ferris Bueller?” Jeremy shook his head a little and rubbed at his eyes.

“Sounds good,” flipping right side up, “Wait to start it, I’ll be right back.”

Jeremy struggled his way out of their fort and stumbled toward the stairs a little. He filled a glass with water and sat on the kitchen counter, careful to stay quiet and not wake Michael’s sleeping mothers on the second floor. 

He gripped the glass tightly and closed his eyes, trying to rationalize his thinking. Bros can totally love each others eyes. Totally. Why was he struggling with this? Jeremy loved Michael’s moms, and was his biggest supporter when he came out as well, but couldn’t bring himself to admit that maybe he wasn’t the straightest. It would explain a lot, really, his fixation on Marty McFly and Duran Duran and Wow, did he and Michael watch and listen to a lot of eighties.

He had always admired those with exorbitant amount of pride, and never understood why he felt so insecure and longing around them, except, now he did. Jeremy Heere had just had a sexuality crisis and internal exploration session in Michael Mell’s kitchen at one in the morning. Fuck.

Jeremy heard footsteps behind him and refused to open his eyes. He had recognized Michael’s gait. “You good, Jem? It’s been half an hour…”

“I-” Jeremy opened his eyes and took a minute to gather his thoughts, “I’m good, better now, I think, but fine. Sure.” Michael, ever the saint, said nothing about the feet on his countertop, and instead hopped up to join the other boy.

He ran a hand up the shaking, Wait, when did that start?, boy’s back and into his hair. It was a soft moment of silence in the kitchen. 

Jeremy loved how Michael never rushed him to speak. Jeremy loved how he knew how to comfort him in moments of rampant and abrupt crisis. Jeremy loved Michael’s hands running through his hair, and his comforting weight against his side, and his voice softly calling,

“Jem?”

He turned his head to look at him, hand falling from his hair. Still not completely back to normal, Jeremy’s eyes fell on Michael’s hair. Michael raised his eyebrows,

“Ready to go downstairs?” Jeremy nodded in response, but wasn’t paying attention to what he agreed to. Taking Michael’s hand, he slid down from the counter. 

It’s not beautiful, Jeremy thought, staring a little too long at Michael’s hair. The dim light above the sink silhouetted and lit it perfectly, and it had been tousled from a night of flopping and moving on basement floors. It’s not... He’s not… 

Oh…

So maybe it wasn’t little things about Michael he loved, it was all of him. He stood frozen on the floor, gaze dropping to meet the other’s. 

“I think… I think I just had a sexuality crisis.”

– –

“Joining the Not Straight Gang?” Michael asked after coaxing Jeremy back into the basement and to a less anxious state. His head still rested in Michael’s lap as both hands threaded through his hair,

“Yeah… Yeah I definitely think so.”

The answer seemed unfinished, yet still they lapsed into another comfortable silence.

“Hey Micah?”

 “Hmm?”

“I think I’m like… Totally gone over you.” The hands moving through his hair paused for what felt like hours, and resumed after seconds. “You wanna, like, grace me with an answer? Or can we leave it there so I can drown in anxiety once it sinks in?”

“Shit, yeah, no, sorry, just processing.” Michael began to connect the dots in his head. 

When enough dots were connected to satisfy him, he looked at the boy in his lap, and brought a hand from his hair to trace his cheek. “Yeah… Yeah I can roll with that, I’ve been waiting a while for this.”

“For what?”

“You to realize you liked me back, like a lot, but I knew you had shit to work through that you didn’t see yet, so I’ve been waiting to tell you how much I love you.”

“You knew? I didn’t even know?”

“You’ve been giving me looks like I stole the moon just for you for a while now, and it makes me feel like I’m on top of the world, how could I not notice? But I’m so glad that we both know now.”

“Hmm, me too,” Jeremy took a breath, the dead of night wasn’t the ideal time for things this hard hitting. “Guess now would be a good time to tell you that I think you’re beautiful?”

“Well, just as long as I get to return the favor.”

#bmc summer gift exchange #for @riot-meme #boyf riends #fluff #BMC #bmc fic #jeremy heere #michael mell

[the-marvel-wars]

I need to talk about GoT 8x02

My thoughts on Game of Thrones 8x02 (grab a glass of wine because it’s a fucking ride and a half)

This will be moved over to my new blog for nerd reviews, Sounds Like Nerds.

WARNING: THIS WILL BE VERY SPOILER-Y AND FULL OF SWEARING!

PLEASE, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIS EPISODE, DO NOT READ THE SPOILERS!

IT’S SO HARD TO STAY AWAY WHEN YOU’RE CURIOUS AS HELL, BUT PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT THESE SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE EPISODE!

SPOILERS WILL BE BELOW THE CUT, SO IF YOU DON’T TURN AWAY NOW, I CAN’T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SPOILERS YOU WILL SEE.

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE.

ALRIGHT!

Let me be very clear that this episode brought about a slight meltdown for me. The little moments these characters had with one another broke me in half, and next week, I’ll be dead entirely. Resurrect me only to watch these episodes because life will mean nothing after “Avengers: Endgame” and GoT 8x03. I’m tired, dazed, very confused, and on the verge of a complete breakdown. While I still have some energy, here we fucking go.

That opening STILL gives me goosebumps after all these years, not gonna lie.

I lost my whole uterus when Daenerys stared down Jaime and was like, “yo, I always thought of how I would kill you. Here you are” (rough translation). I was like, “BiTcH nOoOoOoO”

ALSO, DAENERYS, HOW DARE YOU QUESTION TYRION! I FELT LIKE I WAS HALLUCINATING! Someone get me some water!

Sansa, a fucking goddess, the QUEEN IN THE NORTH, A RED WOLF. I DON’T GIVE A HOLY SHIT. I LOVE HER. I WANT HER IN MY LIFE FOREVER. TOUCH HER, AND I WILL BURN THE WHOLE WORLD TO THE GROUND!

“The things we do for love” -Jaime, 1x01

“The things we do for love” -Bran, 8x02

Me, during that scene:

Brienne standing up for Jaime the way she did is not helping my desperate need for them to get together. I’m trying to put OUT this fire, not add fuel to it, ffs.

When Sansa began speaking to Brienne after that, I was terrified that Sansa would be like “you vouch for him? You would fight beside him? Then you will suffer the same fate as him.” I was like, are they gonna get fed to the dragons? TaKe Me InStEaD!

Sansa giving Jaime a pass because of her respect for Brienne cleared my skin up, and I will breathe easier until I see Endgame on Thursday night. help.

LISTEN! Here’s my issue! Daenerys’ look at Sansa infuriated me when Sansa gave Jaime a pardon of sorts. Then, she’s like, “UH, JON! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS?!?!?!?!” like she’s just magically gonna get what she wants because they’re having………….the sex. Jon’s not gonna turn on his sister/cousin. I’m sorry, but don’t.

Bran just keeps staring at people. Just get that kid a blindfold, he’ll be less of a creep.

Me at Bran the ENTIRE episode:

Let me say this, I knew from the moment Arya did that little eyebrow lift at Gendry in the beginning of the episode, that they were gonna sex by the end of it. I’ve shipped it since they first met, and I will ship it until I die.

“It’s gonna be safer down in the crypt” -Gendry, totally oblivious to the little assassin Arya’s become.

“I know death. He’s got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.” -Arya, giving me goosebumps while throwing dragonglass at a post. What a little fucking queen. Oh, God, take me away.

I lowkey want Arya to stare right into the face of the Night King, right into the face of death, and I just want her to say “not today” as a callback to season 1 and her training with Syrio Forel. Ugh. SHIT.

“Bran looks like a coconut” -my friend, 2k19

“At least Cersei won’t get to murder me” -Tyrion, giving me goosebumps because Bronn’s got that fucking crossbow of poetic justice, and I WILL NOT HAVE IT! TOUCH TYRION, AND I WILL RIOT!

Podrick has also gotten so much better with the sword, and I AM JUST SO PROUD!

“I’m not the fighter I used to be, but I’d be honored to serve under your command if you’ll have me” -Jaime, giving Brienne the credit she has always deserved, but that’s not even the best part. What happens later is what truly had me weeping.

I just want Jorah and Daenerys to kiss one time in a ship-fulfilling way. I just want him to be happy. I NEED him to be happy. Jorah fighting on behalf of Tyrion made me love him all the more, and if he dies, I WILL RIOT AGAIN!

The Sansa/Daenerys interaction had me quaking. I was literally sitting on the couch, head in my hands, shaking. I was both angry and relieved. While I’m upset they’re being pitted against one another, I’m relieved that they’re staying true to their characters. Sansa is true to her home and her people, Daenerys just wants to take what is rightfully hers (I mean, as we all know, it’s not TECHNICALLY hers *cough* Jon Snow). They’re both such headstrong women, and I hope they come together at some point. The women of this show would bring the entire population of Westeros to their knees.

Theon and Sansa reuniting had me in tears yet again. This episode was so fucking emotional for me, but I know that next week will break me even more.

“I want to fight for Winterfell, Lady Sansa, if you’ll have me” -Theon Greyjoy, reformed.

Those two have been through so much together (too much, really), and so much on their own. The fact that they are together again makes me so emotional. JUST KILL ME!

That little girl that Davos served made me cry AGAIN! He was reminded of Shireen. He wants to protect the little girl he couldn’t save.

Tormund TACKLING Jon like a quarterback was hilarious as shit in such a touching scene.

“The big woman still here?” -Tormund Giantsbane, the man who just wants some fuq

Seeing my favorite characters gathered around the command table made me shake with pure fucking fangirl excitement. It’s what I’ve wanted from the beginning.

“I took this castle from you. Let me defend you, now” -THEON GREYJOY oh my god, just bury me at this point with my collection of Marvel comics, my Star Wars pajamas, and my replica dragon eggs. Just put me to rest because I can’t. I cannot. I have been unable to can. No.

“We’re all going to die” -Tormund, putting it all out there like it’s no big deal. It’s a VERY BIG DEAL

Missandei and Greyworm having their little moment just drove home my fear that one of them is going to die before the end of the season, perhaps by the end of the next episode. WHEN YOU MAKE PROMISES IN THIS SHOW, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO KEEP THEM! YOU FUCKING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS SHOULD KNOW THIS!

Ghost just chilling in the background of that scene with Sam, Jon, and Edd is a whole 2019 mood. He gets no attention, barely any screen time, and others may not even notice him. But not us. Not us.

I’M BEING SO SUPER SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, IF SAMWELL TARLEY DIES, I WILL FUCK EVERYONE UP IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY! I SWEAR TO THE WHOLE UNIVERSE! SAM IS THE LAST GOOD, PURE, INNOCENT CHARACTER IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN WORLD, AND IF HE GOES DOWN, I’M GOING DOWN, TOO! I WILL HAVE A COMPLETE AND UTTER MELTDOWN, AND MY THERAPIST WILL BE GETTING A CALL AT 10:30 AT NIGHT! IF HE DIES, YOU’LL CATCH MY WHOLE ASS PICKETING IN A WALMART PARKING LOT, WEEPING.

*ahem*

sorry.

The scene with everyone around the fire was such an incredibly beautiful scene.

Also, Tyrion pouring Podrick a full cup when Brienne clearly said “HALF” is a wholeass mood.

I’m scared that the characters by the fire are the ones who are going to bite it in the next episode, and I’m not ready. I’m just gonna blackout.

TORMUND TELLING THE STORY OF HOW HE GOT THE NAME “GIANTSBANE” MADE ME CACKLE. A BEAM OF PURE LIGHT IN THIS SAD, TERRIBLE UNIVERSE! I’m still laughing.

Arya and Sandor drinking together. Leave me alone, I’m weak. I can’t talk about this right now. I’m too emotional about it still. One of these little shits is gonna die in the next episode, and I just cannot.

“I fought for you, didn’t I?” -Sandor Clegane, coming in at the last moment to rip the soul from my body. Thanks.

HeLp!

“I’m not spending my final hours with you two miserable old shits” -Arya, about to go get her freak on with Gendry ;)

When Arya started talking about Gendry’s experience with women, my friend and I both looked at each other, knowing exactly what the shit was gonna happen. It was gonna be weird, but it was gonna happen no matter what.

When Gendry finally admitted that he had been with three women, I was like, “Arya’s gonna say some smooth shit, like “want to add a fourth?”” but I was gonna be happy no matter what because these two are cute as shit together.

Me, when they were doing...the...sex:

Also me:

“Women can’t be knights” -Brienne, laying down some realness

AND THEN JAIME KNIGHTED HER, AND I CRIED LIKE A LITTLE BITCH! I TURNED INTO A PUDDLE ON THE FUCKING GROUND BECAUSE I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SO LONG! BRIENNE DESERVED THAT TITLE MORE THAN ANYONE I’VE EVER KNOWN, AND THIS WAS SO INSPIRING TO WATCH!

I cried, babies cried, my dogs probably fucking cried.

“ARISE BRIENNE OF TARTH, A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS”

oh my HOLY ASS!

I’m crying for my giant baby right now.

LYANNA MORMONT BEING A BABY QUEEN!

“I pledged to fight for the North, and I will fight!” -Lyanna Mormont, a little beast.

I PLEDGED TO FIGHT FOR THESE CHARACTERS, AND I WILL FIGHT FOR HER!

Sam gifting Jorah his family’s sword just drove home my suspicion that they won’t see each other again because ONE OF THEM IS GONNA DIE! SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL BURN IT DOWN! I’M GONNA FUCKSTART MY TV NEXT WEEK, AND I’M GONNA THROW UP!

Jenny’s Song.

Jenny’s Song.

Jenny’s Song.

shit.

Jon telling Daenerys about his lineage had my heart POUNDING in my chest. I DO NOT want this to be a rivalry. I don’t want it. I do not...want it. Not at all. I want it a negative amount. None want. Will not support.

I’m not ready for next week.

I’m not ready for any of this.

I will never be ready!

MY LITTLE, GROWN UP BABIES ARE GOING TO DIE! I’VE WATCHED THIS SHOW FOR LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT NOT EVERYONE IS MAKING IT OUT OF THIS SHIT ALIVE! I’M GONNA GO DOWN WITH WHOEVER DIES NEXT WEEK. I WILL BE BURIED WITH THEM, SO HELP ME ASS! I’M GONNA PUKE!

Honestly, this episode made me so fucking emotional. I think it sunk in that these characters I’ve been following for so many years through the books and show, are likely to meet their end so soon. I’m just having a hard time grasping this concept, and it started to sink in tonight. I’ve read these books since I was a young teen, and I started watching the show when it was coming out (against my father’s wishes). I’ve followed these stories for such a long time, and a lot is going to happen this week for me, between Endgame and this upcoming episode. I’m experiencing too many emotions, and my body may just decide to shut down altogether. Who knows?

#game of thrones #game of thrones spoilers #got 8x02 #got #got spoilers #game of thrones 8x02 #8x02 #daenerys #daenerys targaryen #sansa stark #arya stark #gendry baratheon #jon snow #rhaegar targaryen #lyanna stark #samwell tarly #jorah mormont #lyanna mormont #tormund #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #got review #review

[distant-rose]

The Wolf in the Door

Notes: I have three prompts for Little Pirates, a chapter of Once and Future Thing to work on and not to mention cleaning up my Law School AU but what the fuck do I do? I make this little one-shot because I’m a cranky bitch and having a terrible day. This was actually inspired by @katie-dub when we met up and had a chat last week about how everyone seems to forget that Killian was once a villain and a very violent man and while he might be sweet and act all lovely with Emma, if his family was threatened, he would literally burn an entire city to the ground and kill everyone without so much as blinking an eye. I think it’s very easy forget that so we, as Captain Swan shippers, tend to focus more on the more heroic elements of his character and completely ignore that he’s done some pretty shitty and horrible things. I love Killian as much as the next person. He’s my favorite character but I also think it’s important to address he’s got quite the dark side and I don’t think that just went away post-Dark One saga. Summary:  Killian always knew it to be true. He knew it the moment they placed his newborn son in his arms, a suspicion that he had since he found out Emma was pregnant but had solidified when Harrison was alive, red, screaming and still covered in vernix. He knew that he would snap a man’s neck with his bare hand if anyone so much looked at his son the wrong way. And he would do it without a second thought or a hint of remorse.  Word Count: 2,500+ Rating: T+

It is only upon feeling the gentle weight of his son’s body in his arms that Killian feels a sense of calm. He cradles the infant close, a steady relaxed breath leaving his chest as Harrison nuzzles his face into his father’s neck. The riot in his brain that had been buzzing since his son was taken quiets now that he’s back in his father’s arms, safe and unharmed. 

He’s mindful to keep his hand directly on the blanket Harrison is swaddled in, knowing that his mother-in-law will be less than keen if the cute duck onesie she bought gets smeared with blood. It’s something that’s special to Snow in a way that Killian can’t fathom, he doesn’t quite get some of the niceties that his mother-in-law follows. However, Emma humors her and always put their son in that particular onesie whenever they see her parents and Killian isn’t going to let the shenanigans of the day get in the way of that tradition if he can help it. The fuzzy blanket that was a gift from Ruby, however, is a lost cause at this point, dirtied beyond recognition and ruddy smears stretched across the pale blue material. 

(Not his son though. His boy is clean. 

Frightened perhaps. But clean and untouched.

And that’s all that matters.)

Harrison’s small whimpers threaten to turn into full out cries as he starts squirming in his arms. Killian makes soft shushing noises, bracing him tighter against his chest as he attempts to make his way through the obstacle course of slick blood, corpses and uneven floorboards. 

He only pauses for a moment by the door, squatting down slowly and attempting to hold Harrison while pulling his favorite dagger out of some poor bastard’s chest. The slain pirate is young, more boy than man like most of this crew, and Killian wagers he’s not much older than Henry but none of this garners the dead much sympathy.

His death warrant was signed the second he agreed to help kidnap his son on Blackbeard’s behalf.

As Killian pulls the dagger out of the man’s sternum, there’s a cough behind him. He turns in surprise. He didn’t think he had left any survivors. 

One of the men by the makeshift cradle is still alive, pulling himself up and clutching his still bleeding side. A sense of dissatisfaction fills Killian as he turns to face him. Holding his son tighter against his body, he walks towards the wounded man with his hook raised. It’s only when he gets closer that he realizes it’s yet another young boy, but this time no older than thirteen or fourteen. A cabin boy by the looks of it. 

“You will pay for this...” he coughs.

“Highly unlikely,” Killian replies lightly, surveying the remnants of his bloodbath. “As you can see, boy, there isn’t a soul left but you and me and judging by that wound, probably not you for much longer…”

“Captain Blackbeard will make sure you pay for this.”

“Old Eddie isn’t going be living much longer than you. You see, the second you took my son, each and every single one of you were marked for death.”

“We weren’t going to hurt him. We would have given him back to you if you had given us the ship. That’s all we wanted. It’s not like you’re even using her. You’re supposed to have gone soft.” His words are petulant, almost whiney. It’s a childish argument and Killian finds himself even more annoyed.

“Do I look like I’ve gone soft to you?” 

“You’re supposed to be a family man. Captain Blackbeard said so. Said you had a woman who made you weak. And that you gave up your ship for her twice. He thought you would do the same for the baby.”

“That was never going to happen,” Killian replies, tone growing hard. “You didn’t threaten to take my ship. If you had gone just for the Jolly, maybe, just maybe, your crew would still be breathing but you didn’t do that. You didn’t threaten my ship. You didn’t even threat me. That would be almost forgivable. No. Oh no. You didn’t do that. You threatened my son. That’s not forgivable. That’s death…” 

The boy looks up at him, pale faced from blood loss or terror Killian doesn’t know nor does he care. Harrison starts whimpering again and he runs his hook gently down the boy’s back in hopes of soothing him. He quiets after a moment and Killian licks his lips before he speaks again.

“Being a family man doesn’t make you soft. If anything, it makes you even more dangerous…you see, if anyone so much as touched him, I would slaughter them and their entire family. I would burn this realm and any other realm, entire civilizations, men, women and children alike for just looking in his general direction…”

The boy swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m sorry. We didn’t know.”

“You should have. I am not a man to be trifled with. Just because I’m retired, doesn’t mean I’m less dangerous…less of a terror…less Captain Hook. I should gut you like a fish, take your innards and use them to string you up by your balls and leave your corpse as an example of why you should never cross me. But I’m not going to do that.”

“What are you going to do to me?” He whimpers, and the familiar pungent smell of piss fills the air. Killian doesn’t even need to look down to know it’s the cabin boy and not his five-month old son who has made a mess of himself.

A dark smile crosses Killian’s lips and he draws his hook against the boy’s cheek, scraping just hard enough to split the skin, blood blooming and beading almost immediately from the fresh cut. Another pathetic whimper leaves him.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Israel, sir. Israel Hands.”

“Captain,” he corrects, holding the hook just under his jaw. “You will address me as Captain, Israel.”

“Yes…Captain…”

“Good. You’re a good listener. This is good…Now listen to me carefully, Israel. I’m going to let you live, that is if you survive the blood loss…you should probably put some pressure on that... Not because I feel sorry for you or because you’re a pathetic dumb slip of a boy, the second you joined this crew you forfeited your right to my generosity…No, I’m going to let you live because I need a messenger…You see, sooner or later, Old Eddie Teach is going to find you after this debacle and he’s going to see the lovely mess of bodies I left behind for him…and when he does, I need him to know that he’s dead. I have no black spot to give, but he can consider himself marked…I was entirely happy to stay out of the game and leave you lot be so I could live a happy and fruitful life with my wife and our children, but really you left me no choice…you see, I will not stand for threats against my family, you so much as even think about my wife and our offspring, including my wife’s oldest boy who I consider to be like my own blood, I will not just take your life…I will do more than that…I will do every depraved thing that can be done to humiliate your corpse before bleaching your skull and drinking from it like the days of old….do I make myself clear?”

Israel nods his head fervently, looking like he might piss himself again.

“I’m going to need you to speak, lad.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…Captain.”

“Good lad,” Killian replies with a razor-sharp grin and a brush of his hook against the boy’s cheek again before pulling himself up and turning on his heel. He doesn’t bother to look back at Israel. As far as he’s concerned, the boy doesn’t exist now that he’s out of Killian’s line of sight. He’s more focused on getting off this blasted ship and getting his son back home to Storybrooke and back to Emma where he belongs.

Harrison starts a round of crying, and Killian immediately lifts the boy higher, unafraid to give the boy’s bottom a good sniff. He breathes a sigh of relief when he smells none of the foul signs of a soiled diaper. He’s not sure what he would have been able to clean himself well enough to handle a diaper changing situation. His blood on his hands is dried, but it’s thick layer that’s also made its way until his fingernails. It will be a bitch to get rid of. 

(His wife is going to murder him.

He can’t bring himself to care.

Harrison is safe.)

Killian always knew this would happen. He knew this simple truth to be true the moment they placed his newborn son in his arms. It had been a suspicion that he had since he found out Emma was pregnant but it had solidified as soon as  Harrison was alive, red, screaming and still covered in vernix.

The simple truth was, is and would always be that he would snap a man’s neck with his bare hand if anyone so much looked at his son the wrong way. And he would do it without a second thought or a hint of remorse. 

He places a kiss across Harrison’s forehead, closing his eyes and breathing in the boy’s scent in attempt to drown out the smell of death that surrounds them. An itch of violence crawls underneath his skin, still riled and unsatisfied. 

(It’s been awhile since Killian has let loose and ran his sword through another human being. He’s forgotten that all human beings are is walking bags of meat and liquid; easily broken, easily killed. He’s forgotten the rush that comes with ending another human being’s life; the ultimate permanent act of destruction.

He’s been on the side of angels long enough to have forgotten just how dark he truly is.)

David and Snow’s faces go pale as they make their way onto the ship, horrified by the carnage they find on deck. They relax only slightly when they catch sight of him with his son. David reaches forward to touch Killian’s shoulder but almost immediately he recoils, his fingers pulling away red. He stares hard at Killian, taking in the blood soaked hands, the rips and stains in the leather as well as the dark purple bruise forming high on his cheek. He knows he looks what like - a man who just cut down thirty men on his own.

“Harrison okay?” He asks quietly.

“Cranky but relatively unharmed. He’s okay. They can’t hurt him or anyone else anymore.”

“I can see that...” David’s eyes scan across the ship, drinking in the massacre. “You certainly went out of your way to ensure it.”

“They took my boy. The punishment fits the crime.” 

“No, no, no, I understand,” David responds quickly. “I get it. In your position, I would have done the same.” 

Killian presses his lips to his son’s dark-haired crown in order to fight the sneering question of “Would you?” that threatens to leave his lips. It’s not his fault. David is a hero, a good person, someone who feels remorse when taking a life, someone who has completely forgiven a litany of people who have wronged him and his family including Killian himself.

But Killian isn’t David. He isn’t...domesticated. David’s a sheepdog, a herder of people, a source of guidance and civility. Killian is a wild thing. He was raised in darkness. It took root in him young, when his father sold him and Liam into slavery and grew inside him with each lash of a whip, each time he was denied food, each time someone was taken from him. It’s a part of him, always has been and always will be. He’s a wolf that’s joined a pack of dogs, pretending he’s one of them.

But Killian isn’t docile. 

Not by a long shot. 

He’s merely been humoring his in-laws, playing the part of a good man while the savage violence inside of him still lingers just underneath the surface. And it’s this very moment that makes this even more apparent.

Because the truth is while the kidnapping of his son was catalyst of the slaughtering of Blackbeard’s crew, it’s merely an excuse. And if he’s honest with himself, an excuse he really doesn’t need but he’s no longer a pirate captain who pillages and plunders as he so chooses. He no longer, by his own violation mind you, plays by his own rules. 

He’s a husband, a father, a deputy on the side of the law. Some might even think he’s a hero, but he will never be a saint.

(He wonders about the boy in his arms, still developing, still a pup. Will Harrison be more wolf or more dog? He hopes beyond hope that its dog; Emma’s goodness and light trumping his wild darkness.) 

“Killian?”

Emma’s voice pulls him from his reverie and suddenly his wife is in front of him, looking as frazzled and out of her mind as Killian had been when he discovered Harrison had been taken. There are tears in her eyes as she approaches him, trying very hard not to run over the bodies littering the deck. She throws her arms around him and Killian can feel her entire body shake against his, from relief or hysteria he’s not quite sure.

Harrison lets out a loud squeal of protest at being squished between his parents, plumb fists swinging wildly in the air. Emma pulls him out of Killian’s arms and into her own, raining down a shower of kisses upon his crown. Killian’s not quite prepared to let them both go however. He wraps his arms loosely around her waist, pulling her to stand between his legs and leaning forward so his forehead is pressed against hers. He moves his hand gently up and down her back in hopes of soothing her. She hums in response.

“Is he alright?” He doesn’t miss the slight fear in her voice.

“I think he’s going to be okay. I got to them before they do anything.”

“Fuck them,” she spits, holding Harrison so tightly to her chest that Killian’s almost afraid she’ll squeeze him in half. “Fuck Blackbeard and every single one of his crew.”

“Well, I’m ahead of you darling,” he replies quietly, taking a lock of her hair and twirling it absently around his fingers.

“You killed them all, didn’t you?” It’s not really question.

Killian squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to see the look of horror on her face, the same look that David and Snow had given him when they had seen the carnage that he left in his wake. He doesn’t want to see the same judgment and fear in her eyes.

“Aye, love. I did.”

Just as everyone seems to forget that he’s Captain Hook, the villainous terror of the high seas, Killian sometimes forgets that Emma isn’t nearly as domesticated as everyone else. Like him, she’s lived in the darkness, held it inside of her. She’s got some wolf in her too. She’s just better at hiding it than he is.

Which is why he nearly jumps out of his skin when it isn’t fear in her voice but steel when she responds with just one single word that sends a shiver down his spine.

“Good.”

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fic #cs fanfiction #cs fanfic #little pirates #little pirates fic #the wolf in the door #dark killian #harrison jones #my fic #my shit

[anninhiliation]

Not Good Enough Part 1

A/N me again :) so yea I'm babysitting an elderly lady so why not put out imagines and smut of my men (Sweet Pea and Fangs) (Thirsty bitch for both) In addition, I own nothing except for my words. Gif belongs to the rightful owner.

Masterlist

Part 2

Y/N = Your Name

Warnings: cursing, sad precious baby Fangs, blood, mention of anxiety.

"(Y/N), I am so fucked." Fangs dolefully said.

You and Fangs met because of the merger. Since there were so many new students, Riverdale Highschool literally copied your schedule to make his. Being in all the same classes had made you two to become friends. In fact, you had even developed feelings for him but never said anything because of how positive you were that he only saw you as a friend. Yet, in your defense, he never showed you any signs that he was interested in you.

"Fangs, you are not going down for the murder of Midge! There is no way I will let that happen." You cheerfully said hoping to lift his spirits.

His saddened, and scared expressions killed you inside.

"(Y/N) I don't expect you to understand cause of how privileged you are, but people like me always go down for shit we didn't do." Fangs replied coldly. “And people like you get to do whatever the fuck you want, and Daddy's always there to fix whatever fucked up shit you decided to do.”

"Listen, Fogarty," you snap back hurt that he would ever snap at you. His usual friendly smiles and flirtatious comments had been destroyed lately due to all the stress. "My privileged ass will not allow you to go down for anything. I may not be a serpent, but I fucking know loyalty. I am loyal as hell to the people I care about."

You snapped back at him with full sass inches away from his face. If it weren't for the bars separating the two of you, Fangs might have kissed you from all the sexual tension that was building up. The sassy comeback made Fangs regret snapping at you. Softening his features he leaned against the bars, fingers curling around the bars and almost whispered,

"Sorry (Y/N). It's just stressful cause I got one of those free lawyers and he's shit. Doesn't care how long I rot in jail or why I am even here in the first place. And I can't afford a good lawyer, which leaves me with a moron."

Seeing Fangs regretting snapping at you, you softly smile and reply, "That's why I came to visit you during school! I hired McCoy to represent you! Shes really good and will have you out in no time!"

With that, you waved Fangs good-bye strutting away in your maroon mid-thigh skirt. Fangs was left shocked, as attorney McCoy appeared from the hallway ready to take over.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attorney McCoy had worked her magic, making Fangs once again a free man.

"I don't want to die." Fangs spoke scaredly. 

You hear the serpents speaking trying to form a plan to safely get Fangs back home safely. The mob outside had grown dangerously large and the police seemed to not care. For they only saw it as one less gang members permanently off the streets. As you walk up to the core four serpents, Sweet Pea noticed you first and growls

"What are you doing here North Sider? Lost? This is none of your business so turn around and walk away."

Being 5ft and having a 6ft 3inch man growl at you while staring you down did frighten you, however, you could not let that show if you wanted to help Fangs.

"I am here to help Fogarty." You state confidently. Standing up straighter as if you were going to match his height.

"Why should we trust you?" Sweet Pea lashed out.

Sweet Pea looked like if he was given the chance, he would murder you in a split second. Fangs steps in before things get more out of hand. The tension outside was bad enough, but Fangs` friends fighting only made him feel worse. 

"Dude shes the reason why I get to leave and I'm not rotting in prison right now." Fangs says as he pulls Sweet Pea back.

Jughead, being the leader of the younger serpents formulates a plan to leave the building with everyone surrounding Fangs. Before leaving everyone forms a huddle and chants

"In unity, there is strength!"

Being the short girl you are, forces you to protect Fangs' back. The riot that had formed outside was petrifying. No matter how many people Sweet Pea would push away they kept coming. Like a swarm of angry bees. You were really grateful that the Serpents were just a huge family and that more joined in as you walked through the irate crowd. People had been pulling your hair, spitting at you, screaming in your face, yet all you could focus on was protecting the boy you secretly loved. Yet, Fangs never safely made it home. Everything happened in what felt like slow motion. You saw from the corner of your eye Reggie Mantle with a gun. Sending you into a panic, as you think to fast you push yourself in front of Fangs but its no use because he just shoves you to the ground as the sound of a gun goes off.

Fangs fell to the ground next to you with a pool of blood forming around his upper abdomen. Sweet Pea began to yell for someone to call 911. Tears form around your face as you apply pressure against the wound. You were outright petrified, you felt your heart break into millions of pieces.

"Fangs stay with me!" You sob "You are going to be okay."

You sob so hard your makeup runs down cheeks making Fangs weekly smile.

"I'm not dead yet." Fangs choked out as paramedics came and took over. Pushing you out of the way.

In all the stress you push your hair back with Fangs' blood all over your hands. Watching the love of your life being placed in an ambulance. You pull out your car keys ready to follow the paramedics, still crying when suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder. You turn around and its Sweet Pea, with Jughead and Toni behind him.

"I'm driving you're a mess right now." Sweet Pea states prying the keys out of your hands.

Toni gives you a weak smile as she gets into the car sitting next to Jughead in the backseat. The drive is silent minus the sounds of your weak sobs. Until of course, Sweet Pea breaks the silence.

"You know you should just tell Fangs you like him more as a friend." Sweet Pea states bluntly.

You suddenly stop sobbing to choke out, "I don't like him like that! Why would you even think that?"

"Oh, yea?" Sweet Pea answers in amusement. "Than why did you pay for his lawyer? Put yourself in danger by coming here to help escort him out of an angry mob, and freak the fuck out the second he gets hurt but not even notice the grab marks, bruises, and cuts that have formed around your skin? Oh, and you couldn't even drive because of how emotionally wrecked you are."

Shocked you quickly answer "Yea well- uh- well ya know you- hmmm- I- that's what friends do?" You finish with more of a question than a thought.

"Thought so." Sweet Pea says as Toni cuts in before he can add anything else "Sweet Pea leave the poor girl alone. Feelings for Fangs or not, nows not the time."

You turn your head slightly back to mouth "Thank you."

As Toni nods with a soft smile. The car suddenly parks as Sweet Pea gets out. Everyone else follows as you are at the hospital, but you stay back to take a deep breath. You are the last one to enter the hospital emergency waiting room, as Fangs suddenly appears on a gurney.

Seeing Fangs in what looked like a worse condition made your tears pile up all over again. You sit in the waiting room, leg shaking and your anxiety has clearly risen up. You got up from the chair you sat at with your purse to go outside to smoke. The fresh air always helped you calm down. Mixed with the tobacco from the cigarettes was a way you copped with your mental illness. It was a way for you to clear your head.

It doesn't take long for, you feel a presence behind you. 

“If you are here to talk to me about feelings and Fangs I will punch you. I might be small but I can pack a punch.” You threaten already knowing its Sweet Pea. 

“Can I have a cig?” Sweet Pea asks. 

You were taken back a bit, but nod as you open your camel menthols and offered your lighter along with a cigarette. After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, Sweet Pea speaks up once again.

“Fangs likes you too.”

You looked up staring at Sweet Pea in the eyes trying to see if he was joking or not. But to your surprise, he was not kidding. 

"I'm going to ask you a question and I expect you to cut the bullshit and answer me." You replied. "Fangs is dying. We don't know if he is going to make it through the night. So why the hell do you think its okay to bring up feelings you know nothing about. Even if I did have feelings for Fangs it's not like I can do anything with them. So whats your game? Butter me up with shit like "Fangs likes you." An-" you didn't get to finish as Sweet Pea cut in,

"Fuck you." While throwing his cigarette butt by your feet and storming away with your car.

You threw your cigarette butt by his, and gingerly walked back into the hospital. You sat back down in your seat. By the time you made it back, FP had sent everyone home. However, luckily for you, FP didn't know you, so you got to stay After all the serpents had left, you deemed it safe to fall asleep, without anyone messing with you. It was around 9am when Toni woke you up with a cup of coffee. 

#fangs fogarty x y/n #fangs fogarty imagine #fangs fogarty #fangs #riverdale #riverdale imagine #fangs fogarty x reader #fangs in jail #fangs fogarty in jail #attorney mccoy #sweet pea #angry sweet pea #jugghead #jugghead jones #reggie mantle #toni topaz #toni topaz imagine #not good enough

[ryouverua]

Panic! At the Killing Game

Starting off with a bang, I see.

PEW PEW PEW

also, holy shit K1-b0 that escalated quickly

Have we, uh, just not noticed the fact that K1-b0 flying around the school like the most violent firefly in existence?

“Look! It’s the DRV3 budget!!!”

NO SERIOUSLY WHAT PROPORTION OF THE BUDGET WENT TO THIS I NEED TO KNOW -

How powerful are his lasers and why did it take you this long to use them?! I thought you weren’t stronger than a senior citizen!!!

SCI-FI GENRE HIMIKO, YOU’VE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE.

Has he fired anywhere near you guys or is he at least firing everywhere besides that general area?

They were doing this out in the grassy area near the gazebo, right? So he can see them and is avoiding them? Maybe?? .... I hope?!

 DO YOU HAVE BAZOOKAS IN THOSE ARMS TOO OR SOMETHING HOW POWERFUL IS THAT DAMN LASER ARM OF YOURS

I can’t decide whether Kokichi would be excited or terrified if he was here to see this.

here he comes, here comes speedracer

Red eyes take warning!!! Though, erm, I feel like K1-b0 might win the fight between you two if it came down to it - just saying. 8′D Unless you’re willing to fight to protect again....?

Some artist had the time of their life rendering K1-b0. Also has Shuichi always been this tall??? Or is - wait, Maki is only 5′4? K1-b0 is 5′3?! WHY IS EVERYONE LEFT ASIDE FROM TSUMUGI AND SHUICHI SO SMALL

I MEAN. OKAY. But could you give us a bit of a heads-up first?! We’re still flesh-and-blood people who could easily get hurt from th - wait why are you aiming that laser at me -

WAIT SERIOUSLY IT WAS ALL IN THERE?! JUST LAYING AROUND?! JUST FUCKING... THERE?!

I cannot believe Miu didn’t try to sneak some mods in while she was doing maintenance and upgrading the other parts of you. Though now that I think about it, maybe... she did do the upgrades? And K1-b0 knew about them, but just never used them before this before his antenna or ahoge or w/e got knocked off? look at me blatantly ignoring him saying he got this from his lab lmao

Oh??? Really??? Did you??? I COULDN’T TELL.

MY GOD IT WAS OUR FAULT ALL ALONG. THE RAMPANT ROBOPHOBIA. WE FINALLY PUSHED HIM OVER THE EDGE.

Oh holy fuck, okay, there it is.

“Is this because I took so long to do your FTEs? Because I never got your underwear in time? Because I’ll be more than happy to finish it now! Hell, give me your underwear right now and just skip the formalities entirely!”

“You did Korekiyo’s FTEs before mine, Shuichi! You completed his before mine!”

Are the concepts of ‘no murder’ and ‘explosions’ not mutually exclusive, K1-b0?!

“AND IN THIS FRIENDSHIP SPEECH LACED WITH ENOUGH MENTIONS OF ‘HOPE’ TO QUALIFY IT FOR THE DANGANRONPA ENDGAME, I WILL -”

“So therefore, mass suicide. You’re welcome.”

Honestly, how many people have attempted to kill everyone now in their own way? Kirumi may have killed to escape, but she pushed forward and attempted to cause a riot which was actively trying to get them all killed in her place. Kokichi and Gonta had their trial in 4 and now, fresh off of Maki killing everyone in his effort to take Kokichi down, we’ve got K1-b0. 5/16 people took direct actions to take the entire class out! 5/16! And I mean, that’s outside of the mastermind, so could very well be 6/16!

THIS ENTIRE CLASS NEEDS - WELL, NEEDED - SERIOUS THERAPY

“Yup. Bye.”

- pew -

Ooh, and it looks like the usual arguments aren’t working - like the classic ‘the classmates died so we need to live for their sake’ line.

OKAY K1-B0 CAN YOU DEFINE DESPAIR FOR ME OR IS THIS SOME KIND OF KOMAEDA 2.0 AWAKENING RIGHT NOW

the game tried to pretend Rantaro Kokichi was the Komaeda expy but it was me, K1-b0, the whole time!

“Also I got a new hairdo, but that of course is an entirely different subject. Btw do you like it? I know it was hard to see when I was shooting indiscriminately earlier.”

CAN SOMEONE FIGURE OUT WHERE THAT PIECE OF HAIR WENT ASAP

AGAIN CAN YOU PLEASE DEFINE WHAT ‘DESPAIR’ MEANS TO YOU?!

Anyway Shuichi still has Kaito’s wind in his sails because he is not willing to back down on this. Are you watching, Kaito? 8′)

LMAO YOU, UH, REALLY ARE GETTING HEAVILY INSPIRED BY KAITO, HUH.

Not that we’re going to name anyone in particu -

Shuichi.

Simulation??? Still survivors on earth??? Watching simulated personalities interact with each other as a trial run for the real thing???

.... I know the setting is practically solidified as sci-fi sorry Himiko but man there’s a part of me that wishes I could extrapolate the supernatural theme from Chapter 3 to the overall mystery of the game and apply it to a theory here. 8′D sorry that’s my own taste shining through

“IF YOU CAN USE THE ‘D’ WORD AS A WEAPON, I CAN USE THE ‘H’ WORD AS MINE!”

So that’s what we’re going to do this chapter? That’s good at least - I don’t think we can afford to let our numbers dwindle any more at this point. 8′D

OH HE’S THINKING ABOUT IT

Well, K1-b0 was one of the people who respected Shuichi’s title the most during most of the game outside of Kaede, Kokichi and Kaito. It does make sense for this argument to work better than the other ones.

Yeah, we’d have a difficult time progressing if you didn’t let us -

.... uh. What.

WHELP. HE’S HERE.

ARE WE ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING THROWDOWN RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW -

well shit he’s not exactly wrong

DAMN K1-B0, DAMN!!!

Do the others just not notice that huge chunk of hair missing??? I mean I guess no one commented on Shuichi’s lack-of-hat hair so maybe it’s not as noticeable in the game as it is to me outside of it. >>

“I AM LITERALLY GOING TO EXACT MY REVENGE ON EVERY PERSON WHO HAS EVEN LOOKED AT ME IN A MILDLY ROBOPHOBIC WAY!”

This is so brazen that I couldn’t bring myself to delete the cap but I FEEL VIOLATED ALL THE SAME

K1-b0 are you seriously going to go 1 v 5 against them?! .... I say that despite the fact that he was literally blowing up the school five minutes ago with giant-ass lasers and rocket-boosted flight. Hm. What are those on the exisals, machine guns? I guess depending on how sturdy the rest of his body is (CONSIDERING HIS HAIR GOT KNOCKED OFF BY FLYING DEBRIS) he might be okay. ... Or maybe he’ll just have to not get hit. Yeah, he’ll probably rely on agility then, huh.

There, at least now Sweetcheeks is showing extra concern for K1-b0. 8′D

K1-B0 YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING DIE WE LITERALLY HAVE ONLY 5 PEOPLE LEFT AND A TRIAL STILL TO GO

nice marvel reference

NGL I really like the pictures and the 3D rendering of K1-b0. Some anime-style games can have some issues translating the art style to 3d rendering but they really did a good job.

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

thank god komaeda never had a gun.

........ Oh wait he totally did in that final dead room, didn’t he?

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

thank god komaeda never had a giant laser gun

PEW! PEW PEW PEW!

SO HOW EXACTLY ARE WE GOING TO INVESTIGATE WITH K1-B0 LITERALLY DESTROYING THE EVIDENCE AROUND US -

Oh okay we’re just not going to. GG everyone!

#Kiibo #Keebo #Shuchi Saihara #Ryou plays drv3 #Tsumugi Shirogane #Himiko Yumeno #Maki Harukawa #spoilers #drv3 spoilers

[sushigirlali]

Lollipop (Reylo Fanfic)

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or anything that relates to Star Wars.

Rating: E

Continuity: Modern AU

A/N: This one-shot is dedicated to @saturnine-stardust for her adorable take on the Aria Grande lollipop meme! She’s a great artist and you guys should definitely check out her work! Somehow this fic ended up being super dirty, so mind the rating! 😀 Enjoy!

Master list –> sushigirlali’s Reylo fanfiction 

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Lollipop By: sushigirlali

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“I can’t believe you made me leave the house like this,” Ben grumbled, automatically holding the door open for his girlfriend as they exited the local corner store. “I can barely walk straight!”

“You promised me breakfast,” Rey reminded him as she stepped onto the sidewalk, absently tugging down the hem of her oversized baby blue sweatshirt.

Ben eyed the black logo emblazoned across her left shoulder with a wry smile. Although they hadn’t attended school at the same time, their respective colleges held a long-standing rivalry that went back to their founding over a hundred years ago.

Having thrown on his favorite collegiate shirt after getting out of the shower this morning, he was pretty sure she’d worn the old hoodie just to annoy him. Among the many things Rey and Ben had in common, ribbing each other about their choice of university was a favorite pastime of the longtime couple.

“And you promised to protect me from those hooligans you call friends!” he shot back playfully, yanking the hood of his jacket over his baseball cap to block out the early morning sun.

“Hey, blame your own competitive streak, not me,” she replied dryly, pressing the crosswalk call button. “You didn’t have to play fifteen rounds of beer pong with them.” 

“How are they so good at handling their alcohol anyway? Do they both share the same hallow leg?” Ben chuckled at his own joke, taking a swig from his water bottle while they waited to cross. After the ridiculous amount of beer he’d imbibed the night before, hydration was key to a swift recovery.

“Finn and Poe were in the same frat, so they’re total pros at the whole drinking game thing,” Rey reminded him. “So, maybe don’t challenge them next time?”

“That’s probably wise,” Ben sighed. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“Nope!” she sang, reaching into the front pocket of her sweatshirt. “Here, this will make you feel better!”

Ben watched as she unwrapped a lime green lollipop.

“Go on, take it,” she cajoled, holding up the brightly colored candy. “It’s green apple, your favorite.”

“I’m not really in the mood for—mmph!” he broke off as Rey shoved the round ball of sugar between his lips.

Giggling at his miffed look, Rey popped a cherry red lollipop into her own mouth. “Well?”

“It’s good, I guess,” Ben mumbled around the sucker, the crisp apple flavor making his taste buds sing.

“Just good?”

“Okay, better than good,” he grudgingly admitted. If nothing else, he was honest to a fault. “How’d you know green apple is my favorite, anyway?”

“I’m a mind reader,” Rey teased, smiling when his fingers slid through hers despite his harried tone.

“Yeah, yeah, but—”

“No buts!” she interrupted, tugging him into the road as the little walking man signaled it was safe to cross. “I’m starving!”

Allowing his lady to pull him along to the public parking lot across the street, Ben helped her into his huge black Suburban before coming around to the driver’s side and climbing behind the wheel.

“Since I’m not getting out of breakfast and back into bed,” Ben bantered, holding the paper stem of his lollipop between his fingers like a cigarette as he started the engine, “where would you like to go?”

“Maz’s, of course,�� Rey said, idly crunching on her cherry treat as she buckled her seatbelt.

“But that’s all the way out in Takodana!” he complained, smoothly backing out of the parking lot and into traffic.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make it worth your while,” she promised.

“Oh, yeah?” Ben raised an inquisitive brow, already turning down a side street that led to the road out of town.

Teasing aside, they both knew that Ben would give Rey anything she asked for, especially when it came to food. He was forever trying to make up for her desolate childhood in the foster care system, even taking up cooking lessons and buying a subscription to Blue Apron just to make homemade meals for her, much to Rey’s amusement and not-so-secret pleasure.

“Yeah,” Rey smirked, prying the long fingers of his right hand off the steering wheel and bringing them to her breast. “It’s a thirty-minute ride to Takodana, so I thought we could have a little fun.”

“What are you—?” Ben stuttered, dropping the sticky lollipop onto the black floor mat in surprise. “Rey, where’s your bra?!”

“On our bedroom floor where you tossed it last night,” she purred. “We were too drunk to do much more than undress at the time, but I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I woke up naked in your arms this morning.”

“Jesus, Rey,” he breathed, instantly hardening at her whispered words; he loved it when she talked dirty to him. Fingers contracting around her soft mound, Ben zeroed in on her hard-tipped nipple, rolling and pinching it between his thumb and index finger until she was squirming in her seat.

Sighing prettily, Rey stretched like a cat under the tantalizing pressure. “I love the feel of your hands on me.” She waited a beat, savoring his touch, before dragging his hand down her body. “Would you like to see how much?”

“Did you…did you leave your panties at home too?” he said in a strangled voice.

“Hmm…I don’t remember,” Rey said coyly. “Can you check for me?”

“Rey, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re in a moving vehicle?” Ben said gruffly, trying to fight against his baser urges. “We could crash.”

“No, we won’t. I trust you,” she assured him.

“Rey…”

“Please touch me, Ben,” she tempted, caressing the back of his hand. “I know you won’t let anything happen to us.”

“Dammit, Rey, this is so dangerous…” Ben said roughly, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from slipping his hand between her smooth thighs; that pleading look on her face was just too enticing.

Glancing nervously at the road every few moments, Ben sucked in a harsh breath as he delved under her sweatshirt. Finding her bare beneath the garment, Ben tunneled his fingers through her neatly trimmed thatch of curls, tracing the seam of her pussy with calculated restraint.

“Oh!” Rey gasped in response, spreading her legs wider as he toyed with her. “Ben!”

Separating her tender folds, he massaged her tight opening lightly. “Is this what you want? Or do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Yes to the first question or…?”

“Ben Solo, I swear to god!” she growled threateningly.

Grinning at her heated reply, Ben gently penetrated her slick entrance, groaning as her wet flesh parted for his thick middle finger. “You’re so wet!” he said appreciatively, twisting his wrist as he pushed deeper.

“I can’t help it!” Rey confessed, clutching at his sleeve. “We haven’t been able to make love in days and I’ve been going crazy!”

Maintaining a death grip on the steering wheel with his free hand, Ben added a second finger, curling them in a come-hither motion while his thumb found her pulsing clitoris. “Did you touch yourself last night? Wishing I was coherent enough to satisfy you?”

“Yes!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Ben said sincerely, gliding in and out of her with practiced skill, “but I’m here now.”

Traffic was thinning out as they neared the exit to the expressway, so Ben chanced a longer glance at his lover. Body tense, head thrown back, eyes shut firmly against the blinding pleasure he was giving her…damn, she was beautiful. She was everything he could ever ask for in a partner and more, and somehow, she loved him. Sometimes he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it.

“Ben! I’m so close!” Rey said excitedly, sitting up straighter as he continued to finger her, bending her knees and lifting her feet to rest on the edge of the seat.

The position opened her up to him ever more as the sweater fell away from her thighs, and Ben was suddenly, exceptionally glad for the illegal tint on his windows. He’d been working on his possessive tendencies over the last few months, but the thought of anyone else seeing Rey in such a vulnerable state was disturbing.

“Baby, please,” Rey begged, lifting her hips in time with the motion of his hand.

“What do you need?” he rasped.

“Harder! Faster!”

Ben redoubled his efforts, vigorously rubbing her clit as he thrust a third digit into her honeyed depths, enjoying the way her voice cracked as he filled her. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “fall over the cliff; I’ll catch you.”

Rey began to shake as she neared completion, tossing her head from side to side against the headrest, simultaneously trying to pull away and get closer to his searching fingers. And then she was tipping over the precipice, screaming his name in a riot of pleasure before collapsing against his side.

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Ben curved his arm around her shoulders as she came down, pulling her closer. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” she whispered, nuzzling against his bicep. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Ben said. “Now that you’re—ah—Rey?”

“Yes?” she said innocently.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…” Rey said, skating her fingertips up his broad thigh to the tie of his gray sweatpants.

“Rey.”

“Hmm?” she murmured, already sliding her hand into his pants and under the band of his black silk boxers.

Ben managed not to jerk the wheel as she grasped his hard member, but only just. “Fuck!”

“Oh, baby, you must be in so much pain,” she baited, gently stroking him from tip to hilt.

“You have no idea,” he gritted out.

“No?” Rey pulled back, hooking her fingers in his waistband. “Let’s see what we can do about that then. Lift your hips.”

After a brief hesitation, Ben carefully took his foot off the gas and lifted away from the driver’s seat, allowing Rey to tug his pants down far enough to free his arousal. He was too far gone to deny her at this point, regardless off his misgivings, and they both knew it.

“Good boy,” she said approvingly, wrapping both hands around him this time. Rey let out an appreciative whistle as he grew impossibly harder in her grasp, adrenaline mixing with their natural chemistry to create a perfect storm of love and lust. “Damn.”

“Like what you see?” Ben murmured.

“You know I do.” Rey licked her lips, stealing his focus away from the road again.

Hell, who are you kidding? Ben thought fondly. She’s been districting me since day one.

Having grown up as the son of a prominent politician, Ben was used to minding his manners in public. But the more he made love with Rey, the more he wanted her; regardless of the appropriateness of time or location. If fanciful things like soulmates and kindred spirits really existed, Rey was definitely his.

“Don’t miss the entrance,” she reminded him wryly when he continued to stare at her.

“Shit!” Snapping back to attention, Ben quickly boarded the on-ramp and merged onto the empty freeway. “Wow, that was a close—oof!” he grunted as Rey suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt and scrambled over the middle console to straddle his lap.

“Rey!” he protested, caging her in as he grabbed the steering wheel with both hands to avoid running off the road.

“Keep driving,” she said huskily, lifting up to align their bodies. “I’ll do all the work.”

“Rey, I don’t think—oh, fuck!” Ben rumbled as she impaled herself on his thick erection.

“Ben!” she whimpered, rocking back and forth until he was fully seated inside her sticky heat.

Knuckles turning white on the controls, Ben barely resisted the urge to close his eyes as Rey made love to him. “You feel so good!” he choked.

“So do you!” Rey bit her lip, shifting so slowly that Ben could only classify her movements as sensual torture. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too!” Ben palmed her left buttock, needing to touch her despite the risk.

Rey moaned as he kneaded her supple skin, bracing her knees on the seat and her hands on his broad shoulders so that she could rise up and down more quickly.

“Do you know why green apple is my favorite flavor?” Ben asked, recalling the lollipop now taking up residence on the floorboard.

“No!” Rey panted, grinding down against him.

“It’s because you tasted like green apple the first time we kissed,” he said hoarsely, shockwaves rocketing up his spine as she twisted her hips. “You had just downed an appletini at—”

“Mos Eisley Cantina,” Rey supplied, looping her arms around his neck. “Wow, I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Ben said tenderly. “You mean everything to me.”

Rey froze for space of seconds, staring at him with her heart in her eyes, and then she was kissing the breath out of him, melding their lips and bodies and souls together with a fervor that scorched him. Pulling over before he lost his mind altogether, Ben quickly threw the car into park and discarded his seatbelt.

“Baby, baby, I need you to—ah!” Rey gasped as he dragged her sweatshirt over her head and half-swallowed her right breast.

Suckling her plump nipples in turn, Ben circled her waist, matching Rey’s rhythm and driving her toward a second climax with every powerful thrust of his hips.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he urged, starting to lose his grip as her sheath clamped down on his cock so tightly he thought he might faint from the pleasure of it.

“I’m almost—I—”

As Rey’s exquisite body danced before him, it finally dawned on Ben that he was still mostly clothed while she was completely nude. Enthralled by the dichotomy, he reached between their bodies to caress Rey’s sopping core, strumming her clit and sucking her nipples until her back arched and she was crying out in supplication.

“Ben!” she whined. “I’m—I’m coming! Oh, god! I’m—Ben!”

Her release triggering his own, Ben crushed her against him, burying his face in her sweetly scented hair as he floated on a cloud of physical and emotional satisfaction. There was no one else like her in all the world, no one else who could match him. After years of fending off debutants and gold-diggers, Ben knew that he had finally found the one.

Damn, he was lucky.

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“Are you okay?” Rey queried, running her fingers through his hair in the aftermath. “Still feeling hungover?”

“Between you and the car horn I’m a little deaf now, but other than that…” he teased, trailing his fingers up and down her smooth back. “I feel right as rain, sunshine.”

“Oh my god! I didn’t even realize I was pressing against it!” Rey laughed, impishly pecking him on the lips. “I guess things got a little out of hand.”

“A little?” Ben said sardonically, indicating their state of undress. “The party last night was a little out of hand. What we just shared was out of this world.”

“Cosmic,” she agreed happily, snuggling against his firm chest. “And you know what I want now?”

“More?” he leered.

“Breakfast!”

“You’re still thinking about food?” Ben said in mock indignation, leaning down to pry the dirty green lollipop off his pristine floor mat and pointing it at her accusingly. “I give you all I have to give while trying not to crash the car and—”

Rey silenced him with a kiss, taking the sucker out of his hand and tossing it into an empty cup holder. “Feed me and we can spend the rest of the day in bed.”

“Well, if that isn’t the best deal I’ve heard all day,” Ben grinned, helping her back into her own seat before setting their clothing to rights. “It’s a shame you have to put that old hoodie back on though, you look so much better without it.”

“I’m sure,” Rey retorted, rolling her eyes. “Now, let’s eat!”

Later, when they were finally seated at Maz’s diner and Rey was diving into a mountain of pancakes and bacon, Ben couldn’t help but think that burnt toast and runny eggs had never tasted so good.

-FIN-

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A/N: First of all: don’t have sex and drive, friends! Cause you will crash and you will die! Second of all: thanks for indulging me and reading my little smutty fic! I have a tone of other Reylo fics, so please check them out as well! 

#reylo #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #reylo fanfic #rated e #saturnine-stardust #inspiration #my fanfiction #lollipop #sushigirlali