#i finally did it kaity

[antsyandpantsy]

FINALLY IM DONE (im saying that like this took like days on end.... i just don't take breaks ever asjdask)

literally havent posted any other attacks but I will.... one day

anyways this is an attack for @ghosthoodie!!!! literally such a cool artist please check her out!!!

I love your agents and hcs so much so once I saw your artfight I KNEW I had to attack you sometime during the month

also heres an extra lil doodle that I did before coming up with this idea

ALSO NO WE ARE NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT HOW BAD I AM AT DRAWING FEET JHDKJADHD oh and also pretend kaity's arm is there ajshdaskj I never finished the sketch so its just. nonexistent

#hi mutie hiiiii #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #agent 8 #captain agent 3 #captain 3 #sicily(3) #fanart #kait(8) #agent 24 #art fight #woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[creacherkeeper]

lost township: the homegame

howdy yall :D i made a post like this a while ago that very much needed to be updated and i simply talk about and tag characters from lost township a lot so i wanted to have an easy place to reference for what in the hell im talking about and something to throw at people when i want to infodump. so!!

the game:

lost township is a d&d homegame set in a fictionalized, magical 1880s wild west. its set in the american-equivalent country the democracy of silver and includes all of the magic that we know from typical d&d games. it's based in the town of lost, in the state of undersun, sandwiched between harsh deserts and the mountains

the pcs:

cass bluebell - she/her - human drunken master monk - played by @strangetorpedos

cass is the owner of the saloon in lost and mother to adopted 6 year old davey. she's stoic, fair, and always just a little too weary for all the things on her plate. she took over the saloon about 5 years ago after the murder of her mother by the mysterious assassin the brownbird, and spent years trying to solve the murder to no avail (until recently). middle aged repressed lesbian on main, didn't sign up for this shit - art

divine shook - she/her - aasimar eloquence bard + oath of the bear paladin - played by @masculinepeacock

divine is the schoolteacher in lost and lives with her wife sarah and brother-in-law hawk. former southern belle of the rich intervention family, now barely scraping by as the breadwinner of the household. chronically babygirl coded, ultimate bambi lesbian. is the angel of the deer god of poetry but currently follows the bear god of fire and families and talks to her god like she's her mom (she is in their hearts). currently dating(?) sheriff lizzie - tag

maeve marigold - she/her - kalashtar psychopomp sorcerer - played by kaity

maeve is a former sex worker turned recently hired psychopomp of the raven queen, soon to be doing the psychopomp thing full time. she always has the most insane response possible no matter what the question was and does not know how to read. she also did not know what a psychopomp was when she agreed to be one. is currently under the tutelage of latrowe, the raven queen's current psychopomp, and has been being plagued by dreams and nightmares she knows aren't her own

morel - they/them - firbolg knowledge cleric / spores druid - played by @floralprintshark

morel is the local witch doctor and prophet of the god of fungi and decay. lived on the outskirts of lost for many years, providing free healthcare to the vulnerable townsfolk who weren't safe with the town's stuffy doctor. after pining for years, finally in a relationship with cat after the "unfortunate" murder of her former husband, and jointly raising her daughter kitten and their mysteriously delivered baby juniper. goth sad cow - tag

onion - they/he/she - fey shepherd druid / fey wanderer ranger - played by @paladinbaby

onion is a smuggler and deliverer of changelings who was introduced to the party with the task of safely transporting them from lost to the neighboring state. he's Fey Neurodivergent and a bit of a grumpy messy dyke (gender neutral) who doesn't have a ton of connections but cares about his people very deeply. chosen family with waylon squad and best friends with brandi - tag

will orville - he/him - werewolf gunslinger fighter - played by @punkbarbarian

will is an "investigator" (mercenary) who was brought to town under instructions to find and kill the brownbird and then ended up staying because he is a big old sad puppydog who needed to learn to love again and is. he is so so autism dad on main and cries at the drop of a hat (affectionate). currently dating scruggs, the first relationship he's been in since his husband was killed 13 years ago - tag

the npcs:

brandi carlile "the brownbird" - she/he - aasimar wild card rogue + arcane archer fighter + vengeance paladin

white hat assassin and angel of the jackalope god of chaos and death. her father was the singular prophet of her god who was responsible for raising the jack to godhood until he was assassinated when she was a young child. now she kills mostly bad men, mostly other followers of the jack. despite that he's both very excitable and very wet n pathetic babygirl hours and pretty much just wants to be cared for. long-time best friends with onion and in a Situationship (derogatory) with lizzie - tag

sarah shook - she/they - human wildfire druid

divine's wife and hawk's sister, golden retriever wife guy on main always. excitable, loving, intensely adhd, spends their time gardening, talking folks ears off at the market, and reading smutty books with her wife. refuses to process any of her childhood and she's so normal about it. has a bear cub made of fire named honeysuckle that she was gifted by the bear god. currently making eye emojis at morel and cat - tag

hawk shook - he/him - human wild magic artificer

sarah's brother and divine's brother in law. trying his best but unfortunately his best is not great, fiercely protective and caring but not good at the whole adulting thing. so far unsuccessful at holding down a job but is now working (hopefully long term) for cass at the saloon. slutty, gay, too autistic for his own good. was the originator of the plan for him, sarah, and divine to leave their homestate and find a new place to live after working for divine's awful parents for years - tag

cat clyde stevens - she/her - orc life cleric

former wife of bobby clyde, now partnered with morel, mother of half orc kitten and newly adoptive mother of baby juniper. married bobby and had kitten very young, and was mistreated for years before developing a relationship with morel and finally gathering the courage to call the brownbird and have her kill bobby. shy, nervous, very caring, new to the cleric thing - tag

lizzie no - she/her - coyote shifter crown paladin

former big city reporter, currently the sheriff of lost. protective, prickly, observant, and more than a little neurotic. bitchy dyke fr fr. religious trauma on main. managed to make it to lost after getting shot and got adopted and taken care of by waylon. now sister to kelsey and scruggs. has been in love with divine for Years and is not quite sure what to do now that theyre A Thing. in a Situationship (derogatory) with brandi, and is former friends, almost lovers, enemies, to somethings, queerplatonic idiots with onion (they'll figure it out,,,) - tag

earl scruggs - he/him - orc tundra storm herald barbarian

former child criminal and enemy of the state turned refugee, now waylons "bodyguard" (read: gets paid to do fuckall). big burly russian man, chronic big brother disease, gentle giant who loves to cook and be silly. tboy swag. has to keep up a reputation around town for being mean and tough but is way more emotionally intelligent and caring than most people give him credit for. currently in Some Sort Of Relationship with will (read: they uhauled and haven't talked about it) - tag

kelsey wilson - they/them - changeling inquisitive rogue

delivered to waylon at age 5 by onion after their parents died, now his secretary but actually just professional babiest sibling. so incredibly autism creature, goth lolita stan always, very anxious about interacting with anyone outside their family so simply Doesn't. does not want to grow up because of The Circumstances TM and so keeps themself young using fey magic which is unfortunately giving them chronic fatigue. kind of a bitch - tag

waylon jennings - he/him - zombie, former lore bard

former professional muse, now the benefactor of lost. bitchy old gay man, doing his best to take care of his kids even if isn't always a peaceful house. got turned into a zombie during an outbreak but somehow managed to keep his consciousness and a little of his magic. has been friends with onion for decades but as he's gotten older has come to view her more like a daughter - tag

latrowe - he/him - coyote psychopomp

used to be just a regular coyote, got chosen by morel's god to be a gift to the raven queen and become her psychopomp. showed up in maeve's dreams for a while and is now in the process of training her to be the new psychopomp cause he really misses being. just a dog. very formal and stoic when he's not eating out of your trash, fights with a cool glowing dagger

roo panes - he/him - tiefling scribes wizard

a religious researcher who was supposed to be cataloguing the pantheons of the democracy but ended up parking in lost for a while to study the jack (autism special interest alert). ultimate nerd, way too talkative, twink who's one stiff breeze away from having his bi awakening. currently has a puppy crush on kelsey and hasn't put together that's why scruggs is mean to him

the gods:

ama - she/her - bear god of fire, families, and the home - worshiped by divine and cat, divine is her paladin ata - he/him - bison god of food, families, and the home - worshipped by sarah dakota - he/him - deer god of poetry, beauty, and magic - divine is his aasimar the jack - no pronouns - jackalope god of death, chaos, trickery, survival, and alcohol - worshiped by many townsfolk in lost, including cass's late mother, brandi is the jack's only aasimar kathairein - they/them - vulture god of fungi, decay, and disease - morel is their prophet nidaash - they/them - salmon god of sex, transformation, and journeys the raven queen - she/her - raven god of life and death, knowledge, divination, and the moon - maeve and latrowe are her psychopomps sidewinder - he/him - rattlesnake god of protection, safety, medicine, and the sun - lizzie is his paladin

ship tags:

divine/sarah divine/lizzie lizzie/brandi lizzie/onion will/scruggs + 2

#hi dont ask me how long this took me #lost township #dnd #dnd 5e campaign

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Girlfriend V.s Immortal Cherry Rose

Drugfriend: Okay guys, this is it, we're almost at Darklands. We just need to get past-

Shirozu: Papa!

Penelope: Wait, is that-*gasps*

Everybody: SHIROZU!

Shirozu: Papa! *hugs Drugfriend*

Drugfriend: Shirozu, oh thank god you're okay! I was so worried, wait, Where's Sick Boyfriend?

Shirozu: Mama still in the castle, the portal was too small so he lead Shirozu go first.

Drugfriend: Oh man, so Sick Boyfriend is still in there? Oh this is bad

Sick GF: Well what are we waiting for? Let's go save him!

Then Immortal Cherry Rose appeared

Immortal Cherry Rose: Going somewhere?~

Sick Pico: AH! It's the rapist witch!

Noah Files: Let us through, Cherry. You and Lila Sky's plans are about to be ruined! So get lost!

Immortal Cherry Rose: Oh I don't think so, I'm not leaving with the brat right there.

Shirozu: *shaking*

Drugfriend: You're not getting anywhere near them!

Penelope: Yeah, You gonna have to get pass us first!

SMG4: And trust us, We will take you down!

Immortal Cherry Rose: Oh we'll see about that! *uses her dark powers to rise up* Hahaha

Everybody was shocked to see that Cherry is very powerful.

Sick GF: Oh boy.....

Sick Sky: This can't be good

Immortal Cherry Rose: (shoots firballs) take this!

Drugfriend: take cover!

Everybody took cover and hid behind the tree while Cherry gives attacking them.

Friendboy: Now what do we do?!

Sick Kaity: Yeah, She's way too powerful, it's like she's immortal or smth

Sick Babefriend: I think she is.

Sick Kaity: She is?! Oh man, we're fucked.

Girlfriend: Not yet *turns into her demon form*

Boyfriend: Girlfriend, what are you doing?!

Girlfriend: I'm gonna take down Cherry myself

Sick GF: Are you out of your mind?! She can kill you!

Girlfriend: She can't kill a pure demon like me, trust me, i'll be fine

Drugfriend: O-okay, good luck

Girlfriend teleport to behind Cherry rose.

SMG3: I have a bad feeling about this.

Boyfriend: *shaking* Oh god, I can't look!

Girlfriend: *punches Cherry hard* Surprise attack!

Immortal Cherry Rose: Ow! Who did that?!

Girlfriend: I did.

Cherry Rose turned around to see Girlfriend face to face.

Shirozu: *peaked a little bit* Oooooo!

Drugfriend: She's really gonna do it

Sick GF: I know

Penelope: She's gonna win for sure

Everybody agreed.

Girlfriend: (demon form) Cherry Rose Lynn, Blonde rapist, Next to die~

Immortal Cherry Rose: Pfff-Who the fuck are you?

Girlfriend: (demon form) Girlfriend, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.....I'm about to end your FUCKING LIFE!

Immortal Cherry Rose: Ha! Really cheesy, Don't you know pop music is for Loser! (tries to attack but she missed)

Girlfriend: (demon form) Missed me~

Immortal Cherry Rose: Grrrrr (tries to attack again but still missed)

Girlfriend: Missed me again~

Cherry Rose kept attacking and Girlfriend keeps dodging her attacks.

Immortal Cherry Rose: Stay still, damn it!

Girlfriend: (demon form) No way, you just too slow to keep up with me~

Immortal Cherry Rose: Ugh! You think you're so special huh? You're nothing but a dratty copycat! (attacks but missed again)

Girlfriend: (demon form) Oh am I now? Ha ha ha ha

Immortal Cherry Rose: Grrrr (tries hitting Girlfriend but she kept missing the target)

Girlfriend: (demon form) I gotta say Cherry, I'm quite disappointed in you, You lack beauty, you lack charm, patience, kindness and furthermore......YOU'RE SLOPPY!

Immortal Cherry Rose: AGH! You dumb bitch! You think you're so much better than me huh?! Thinking you can get any guy you want all because you're the daughter of an ex-rockstar and more powerful than me, you-damn- fucking-fuck-fuck-SHUT UP!

Girlfriend grabs Cherry Rose and throws her to the wall of a building.

Girlfriend: (demon form) *laughs* Gee and I thought you were just being a barbie brat but nope, You're worse than a spoiled brat, You're a Karen Jr~

Immortal Cherry Rose: GRRRRRRR!!!!

Everybody laughed.

Boyfriend: Good one babe!

Immortal Cherry Rose: Oh i'm gonna wipe that stupid slutty smile on your face, cause funk is fucking dead!

Cherry Tries to kick her but Girlfriend caught her leg.

Immortal Cherry Rose: WHAT THE-

Girlfriend: Nun-uh-uh, I wouldn't do that, that's not very lady-like of you, here let me help you~ (throws Cherry to the ground)

Immortal Cherry Rose: WOAHHHHHHHH OOF!

Girlfriend then flies down to see Cherry defeated.

Girlfriend: ( de-transforms) Had enough yet?

Immortal Cherry Rose: Grrrr.....*grunts* You think you beat me? I'm not.....*grunts* Done with you!

Girlfriend: Hmmm I think you are, so now you're gonna show us where Demon Lila Sky is keeping Sick Boyfriend.

Drugfriend: Woah, That was Sick!

Sick GF: Yeah, that was awesome

Penelope: Specially the part when you roasted her

Girlfriend: Heh heh, well I'm always best at every type of fighting

Immortal Cherry Rose: *grunts* (tries to get up) You...you think you've won huh?

SMG3: Oh man, She doesn't give up does she?

Drugfriend: Yeah, What do you expect? She's immortal

Girlfriend: *sighs* Girl, get over it. You lost, just tell us where Demon Lila Sky's location is. Evil people like you and her deserve to be dead, so just tell us.

Immortal Cherry Rose: ....Heh....heh...heh heh....HehehehehehehAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!

Shirozu: *whimpering*

Girlfriend: What? What's so funny?

Immortal Cherry Rose: heh heh, gonna have to disagree with you there, Evil is not DEAD but is ending this battle, we will fight again very soon *teleports away*

SMG4: She's gone!

Drugfriend: yeah for now....*sees Shirozu shaking* (sighs, picks them up and hugs them) Don't worry, little buddy. I won't let anything try to get you, and we're gonna save Mama okay?

Shirozu: Okay, I feel safe now

Drugfriend: heh heh, that's good

Penelope: Guys, look *picks up a map* Cherry dropped a map

Sick GF: Where does it lead to?

Penelope: the castle....

Everybody: Oh......

Drugfriend: then we better hurry, who knows what Lila Sky might do to him!

Everybody: Right!

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf au #fnf headcanons #fnf mod #revenge arc #fnf gf #cherry rose

[writersfearofrecognition]

Ignorance is bliss

Summary: Jacob and his childhood best friend slowly realise their feelings while trying to survive the quarry.

Pairing: Jacob Custos x nameless/female!OC

Warnings: jealousy, cringe dialogue, miscommunication trope, pure ignorance

TW: none i think (i hope, please tell me if there are i will gladly tag them)

Chapter 4:

we ended up against the lodge wall next to the storm shelter. Jacob right in front of me, staring into my eyes and me staring right back with an angry frown.

„Jacob…“ i threaten but he hushes me.

„you know what the kid told me right?“

„no.“ factually i didn’t….the other thing doesn’t matter that much...

„why are you, the queen of ‚facts before feelings‘ blushing at me behind my back?“

„it’s hot.“

„me?“ he asks surprised and a smile threatens to escape me but i manage to contain myself. focus damnit.

„no, the weather, i was just hot…maybe a mosquito bite i dunno…“

he hums and looks out the opening, hearing for someone to catch us two.

„and why would i? you’re with Emma.“

„i’m not-," his head snaps back to me and he sighs, „i am not with Emma, that was a fling,“ he takes his hands off the wall to gesture around, „like you with Mike or Aaron or Ben or Kyle or-.“

„why do you know all their names?“ i ask and his face and hands freeze.

„be-because they were all in my team?“

now i hum with a weirded out look and he frowns. „don’t turn this on me, you’re the one blushing around,“ he points his finger at my chest, but stops right before it would touch it. „you’re stalking my dates.“ i say matter of factly with a small smirk. „excuse you?“ he asks and moves away a bit, but comes right back when he sees how i’m eying the exit.

i could not wait for this to be over.

„hey, we’re not done. i want to know why you were blushing.“

„no reason.“

„really?“

„yes. dips-.“ his hand plants itself on my mouth and i gasp.

„shhh, someone’s coming.“

the stairs creak and Abigail appears with a small smile on her face. she’s getting ready for the friendship bracelet workshop.

she turns towards the street but then notices eyes on her and turns back.

when she sees the scene in front of her she topples over laughing.

„wow.“ she whispers and walks away while still giggling.

„you stupid-.“ he shushes me again and i start to hit his chest instead until he finally steps away.

„now she thinks we were hooking up or something.“

„and?“ he asks, genuinely confused, „maybe Nick won’t have you on his mind then.“

„HUH?! Nick’s with Abigail you-.“

Jacob’s face scrunches in confusion.

„But you said-„

„hypothetically! i’ll never see him again after tomorrow. unlike you i don’t just jump on the next person i see.“ now my finger is hovering over his chest. „what?!“ he asks loudly, stepping even further away from me.

„the first time you’re out of your parents reach, you get on with a girl, which is okay, but don’t assume that i do the same.“ i hiss quietly, lowkey scared one of the kids is listening in on us.

„is it really okay?“ he asks instead and now my face scrunches in confusion.

„yes? didn’t i tell you to go for it?“ „no that was Kaiti.“

„who cares?“ i vividly remember how much i did not…care if he got with Emma or not, but in short i told him to go for it. somewhat. UGH. „i do. because that proves something,“ now he’s leaning his body from side to side again, as he always does when he’s confident.

„and what does that prove Mister Custos.“ i scoff and look towards the exit again. „that you like me.“ he states and my vision grows wide.

i swallow and look back at him, smiling like the fucker he is, ignoring how my heart is booming right now.

he actually said it.

„no.“ i squint at him and give a half-smile to really safe the deal.

„no?“

„no.“ i push past him and up the stairs.

he was an athlete but i’m a runner.

i lose him in the mass of kids at the entrance and jog further on until i’m somehow by the fire pit.

i sit on the floor leaning against one of the big logs as a stick breaks under someone’s foot and i sit up again, ready to run again if Jacob is looking for me.

but it was Ryan. with a paper plate of food in his hand.

„hey…i saw you run off, so i thought…yeah. if you want it. i can go if you want-.“

„thanks.“ i say, grab the plate out of his hands and drag him with me to the floor.

he stutters around while i eat and i laugh.

„i don’t know why Dylan likes you so much.“

„hey.“ he scoffs, „i brought you food.“

„sorry, and thanks. I’m sure you don’t stutter around with him.“

he huffs and looks into the woods.

„what’s going on between Nick, Jacob and you?“

„i don’t know. Jacob’s clearly jealous of Nick in every form. i’m just existing.“ „are you?“ „Ryan. i just came out of an interrogation from Jacob, can we not do another one right away?“ „right sorry.“ „it’s alright, you didn’t know.“

i waft down the food in silence and then sigh.

„thank you. really. you’re a great counsellor.“

he laughs.

„if you say so.“

„what do you want to know?“ i turn to him with an encouraging smile. i was angry at Jacob (and myself) not him.

„eh…what going on maybe. i thought Jacob and Emma had…something.“

„yeah, i thought so too. but Jacob and her deny that they had any type of feeling towards each other. so i guess not…what you need to know about Jake is that his parents aren’t…the most lenient when it comes to girlfriends. his only female friends are Kaitlyn and i because we’ve always been there. so i guess he just ran wild once he was away from them for the first time. which is logical. i don’t have a problem with that. if i…“

„if you?“

„if i didn’t not really know about my feelings. like with him. something changed…for the first time. like. i don’t know.“

he laughs at my defeated face.

„like you just notice the weird feeling in your stomach?“

„yes.“

he hums and looks up at the blue sky.

„i know that feeling.“

„with Dylan?“

„no when i noticed that i wasn’t straight.“

„oh right. sorry.“

he laughs.

„you guys are weird.“ „wow.“ i giggle and smile at him.

„you come to conclusions so fast. ‚Jacob had a summer thing with Emma so that means he never ever looked at me like i was…the sun.‘“

„the sun?“

„stupid analogy you know what i mean.“ „that Jacob gives me weird looks behind me back? that doesn’t really make me more confident in our strange relationship.“

he groans, „i mean loving look you idiot.“

„oh.“

OH.

„so i was right!“

he jumps at my shout and a few birds fly up around us.

„i- well i don’t know. maybe. was that why you were fighting?“

„no. i still don’t know why we were fighting. were we even fighting?“ „your face said fight.“

„hm. maybe.“ i groan and hit my head against the log behind me multiple times.

„this is horrible.“

he laughs quietly at my despair.

„where did Jacob go?“

„dunno. maybe the docks. i see him there most of the time when he’s not working.“

„because him and Emma always met there.“ „so you mean?“ „they fucked on ya docks Ryan.“ „fuck?“ „well i dunno. isn’t that what you do with summer flings.“

„i think that is a spectrum.“

„huh. well my spectrum is limited, i mostly had dates that went shitty and some short relationships that were also shitty.“ „because they weren’t Jakey-poo.“ someone yells behind me and we both jump.

Kaitlyn jumps over the log and falls down next to me with a grin. „hey there, sulkerbun, why so pissed? finally realised something?“ „fuck oooooooff.“ that nickname was what Jacob and Kaiti always call me when i’m confused with my feelings and hide away. which i do…quite often.

Kaitlyn laughs.

„maybe you should have realised sooner, since you can’t live out your romance at home.“

„ugh. it’s not a romance.“

„Ryan? it’s totally a romance right?“

Ryan nods slowly but hesitantly.

„fuck you both.“

„hey just because it’s the last day doesn’t mean that you can swear like a sailor. also Ryan is the sailor so he should swear.“

„i don’t…swear…“

„guyyyys.“ i whine and Kaitlyn and Ryan come back to me.

„let’s just ignore that issue until we go home, alright?“

„like you did for the last 16 years?“ „Kaitlyn i will strangle you in your sleep.“

„it’s the truth Hunbun. i should know, i’ve been watching you two dance around since kindergarten.“

„no. i’m confused since yesterday. nothing before that.“

„really?“ Ryan and her ask at the same time, „Yes? i should know? i know my feelings. you don’t.“ i cross my arms defensively.

„how come you go into hyper focus every time Jacob walked off with Emma?“ „because i was working?“

Ryan squints at me and twists his mouth like he wants to say something but doesn’t.

„you guys are not helpful!“ „we’re not trying to be. well i’m not. Ryan?“ „no…not…really,“ he smirks.

„ugh“. i try to stand up but Kaitlyn holds me back by my arm.

„i’m joking. just a little teasing. i earned that since you two have been idiots since at least high school.“

„no?“

„yes. because,“ she stands up and prepares for her monologue, while i give Ryan a helpless look which he doesn’t return.

„freshman year. first party. Jacob is a hawk, every boy that come into your perimeter is dead.“

„not really.“

„i’m speaking, (Y/N).“

i close my mouth again and cross my arms again.

„then, sophomore. you’re an established cheerleader. he gives everyone, that looks at you with a bit of lust a piece of his mind; everyone from his team that you date is on the bench until coach moans about it. he never dated anyone. how come?“

„because of his parents.“

„yes and. because his one and only is too stupid to notice him.“

„I’m not stupid.“

„yes. just blind.“

„Kait.“

„shush.“

i throw up my arms and point towards the herd of children on their way.

„we have to interrupt your monologue.“

Kaitlyn sighs and gives me one last, universally understood look before straightening up and welcoming the kids.

Ryan and I stand up before the kids fall all over us and Dylan with his guitar takes Ryan from me.

A/N: deny deny deny, what works with the cops surely works here too :)

#idk how to tag stuff #jacob custos #jacob custos fanfic #jacob custos imagines #jacob the quarry

[mayxthexforce]

@mutatiio said

his mind had been occupied ever since he received the comm - feral is hurt. badly. feral is receiving emergency care. feral has yet to wake up.  the mission couldn’t end fast enough. anakin cut every corner, rushed every interaction, irritated his own master beyond belief. then rattled him further with the speed of which he got them back to coruscant. anakin ignored obi-wan again when he rushed from the piloting seat, leaving the ship hovering, and jumped from the loading bay’s half opened door. it was a high fall, hadn’t quite lowered the ship as far as he thought, but he landed fine. then he was running - always running - into the jedi temple. he jumps over a group of jedi, slides around corners, almost smashes into a wall at one point. it’s as though he’s convinced that if he wastes a single second, it will impact feral. if anakin takes even a second too long then he would be too late. it’s not until he rounds the corner to the medbay that he finally stops in his tracks, chest rising and falling in quick succession, breathless. there’s a white, searing flash of anger when he sees master kaitis in front of the medbay. a fury he can’t quite grapple as his shoulders set and he marches towards her. “YOU!!” barely recognises his voice as his own, a cold venom creeps up his throat and infects his words. he points a finger, accusatory. “you’re supposed to protect him!!”

Feral is hurt. She hadn't been expecting to run into Dooku. He'd been taunting her, trying to get a reaction out of her and he would have, had Feral not been by her side reminding her that anger was exactly the reaction that Dooku wanted out of her, that she wouldn't have been the first Jedi he taunted into following him down his spiraling path in the dark side. One second Feral was beside her despite the fact that Eldra told him to stay back with the troopers and handle the droids while she engaged the Count, and the next Dooku was using the force to rip him away, throwing him to the side with such force. Any anger she felt was replaced by fear, terror, at the thought of losing her Padawan. It seized her focus to the point that she let Dooku escape.

Now, with Feral being tended to, that anger is back. Not just at Dooku, but at herself. The council members have yet to come to her about it, but Eldra knows that they will, sooner or later. They're just giving her time to deal with the stress of her Padawan being in the hall of healing.

She senses Anakin before she sees or hears him. It's hard to miss the chosen one's force signature, especially when he is as upset as she is, but not quite as good at keeping it hidden. His words irritate her, but she forces it down, pushes the fresh wave of guilt from where it threatens to wrap around her heart down to the pit of her stomach, where it's still uncomfortable but far more bearable. Only then does she look at Anakin.

"And he's supposed to listen to me when I tell him to stay back and out of trouble," Eldra retorts. "But just like you, he doesn't listen."

Hairless, furrowed brows relax slightly when she actually looks at Anakin and actually takes a moment to feel just how worried he is about Feral. Eldra forces herself to take in a deep breath, to put herself in Kenobi's Padawan's shoes and realize that, if their roles were reversed, she would have most likely said something even more insensitive than he did.

"And just like you, he would have run here the moment he found out about you being injured. He also wouldn't move from the medbay's entrance until he got news about you, so..." she takes a step to the side, making room for anything where she's standing against the wall just across the medbay's doors. "They said it's whiplash and a concussion, but they're checking him for nerve injuries because he couldn't move his neck too well. They had to put him under because he wouldn't stay still, so he's not in pain right now."

#may the queue be with you #||in character: eldra kaitis|| #& anakin #||verse: a master and padawan's bond; feral and eldra|| #||mail: eldra kaitis|| #mutatiio

[cherrys1lk]

Its 2 am at the gas station. I just left my friends after celebrating kaitys 18th birthday. I just need to get a couple gallons so i can get home. Im the only one here. Theres a car parked off to the side but i assume it must be the employee of the ampm. Im about to walk back to the drivers side of my car and a woman starts slowly shuffling over towards me. She looks normal. Shes holding a soda cup. She has a bunch of layers on. Its a cool summer night. And shes wearing a trucker hat. She looks like anyone else. But her face is captivating my attention. Apart from me being terrified of someone walking towards me, i cant stop looking at her. Shes staring back at me as well. Her eyes look so dark and zombie like. Expressionless. She maintains eye contact with me as i hurry to unlock just the drivers door, get in, close the door, lock it, start the car, and drive away not waiting to buckle up. Shes still slowly shuffling over but doesnt get in my way. She watches as i drive off. I think about her the whole drive home. Now my senses are heightened. Im not normally scared of people this badly, but its not normally 2 am when im out. Im worried now that theres someone hiding in my backseat. Im scared of every person i see walking as i drive past. Why are people parked on the side of the freeway? Why is this person turning on the same street as me? Who are these cars parked in front of my house? Did my garage close all the way? Is the front door locked? Did i lock my car? Why am i still shaking? I thought i wanted to die so why am i so scared of everything now? I guess i only want to die under my own circumstances. Not at the hands of others. But wouldnt it be easier if someone else did it? A random person, out of the blue, pulls out a gun and boom its finally over. Or a speeding car crashes into me and it ends in a split second. No pain. Please no more pain. So thats why im scared. Not for the end result but for the moments leading up to it. The more its prolonged the more it hurts. I dont want to be kidnapped and tortured. Just shot on the spot. Im home now in bed and still up questioning everything about that woman. I think her face will haunt my dreams tonight.

#ranting #poetry #storytime #girlhood #life as a teenage girl

[aeternallis]

A rant against the “Reylo In Depth” video on Youtube -- Mini Meta on Ben Solo’s Redemption

So I was watching the newest "Reylo In Depth" video on Youtube that the Den of Nerds had released about a week ago. I have to admit, while it was fun and somewhat interesting listening to both Vincent and Josh talk, there's this one idea of theirs near the end of the video that I just...totally and completely and fundamentally disagree with, to the point that I now feel compelled to ramble into the void that is this hellsite.

But before I get into that, let me just say right now that I'm honestly surprised that the video is called "in-depth," as the content of what they talk about in regards to the pairing is pretty much a surface level rehash of the beautiful and incredible metas written on here, and may I just add, but not nearly as eloquent. Lol

But for what it's worth, it was an interesting watch to pass the time while I ate my dinner and washed the dishes afterwards.  

Anyhow, this idea of theirs that I have decided (on a whim, mind you) to wholeheartedly fight against until the release of EP IX is the notion that, and I quote:

"...it would be super unfair if A, Kylo gets to rule the galaxy and then B, gets to be redeemed without dying, like--who is this guy? Y'know what I mean? He gets to do the Anakin without the Anakin."

First off, I do understand why these guys would think it's unfair for Ben to live after all this drama with the First Order and the Resistance is over and done with, I do. Ben has killed many people, whether by his own hands or by his direct orders, there is undoubtedly blood in his hands, least of all Han Solo's.

However, be that as it may, I don't really think Josh and Vincent understand the fact that redemption isn't done overnight, or even two or three years down the line of someone's life. More often than not, fictional characters who go through a personal redemption arc usually spend the rest of their lives atoning for the crimes they've committed.

We don't know at this point if JJ Abrams will redeem Ben's character or if he will be killed off as the main villain of this franchise, but I can say without a doubt that should Ben Solo return by the end of the sequel trilogy, his "happy" ending will not be what most people consider in the truest sense of the word.

For the rest of his life, Ben will have to bear the painful memories of what he's committed, and without a doubt, there will be more than his fair share of individuals who would be more than justified in hurling their grudges against him. Because for all the unseen atrocities he's done so far and during his tenure as Kylo Ren, he does still have a conscience.

We see glimpses of it throughout TFA: choosing unconsciously to spare Finn when the latter hesitated in participating in the mass murder of the village, his gentleness with Rey during the interrogation scene, and his unwillingness to kill her during their fight in the forest.

Hell, even with his act of patricide against Han, we see his conscience coming into play when he thanked his father after plunging the lightsaber through his chest. If anything, the crime of killing his father wasn't done out of hate or bitterness, but rather out of desperation.  

In TLJ, we see the after effects of his mind tearing itself apart from what he'd just done. We see it again when he couldn't pull the trigger against his mother, and once more when he, without hesitation, chose to save Rey from Snoke rather than "fulfill his destiny."

And, forgive me for going off on a bit of a tangent here, but personally, Ben Solo's trajectory towards redemption reminds me a lot of a character from an anime/manga series called Rurouni Kenshin.

Just as a quick summary, RK is a series about a fictional character named Himura Kenshin in his late twenties who murdered hundreds of people during the end of the Bakumatsu Period in pre-Meiji Japan. He bears a cross-shaped scar on his face, which in essence is the metaphor and visible reminder of his bloody past. After the war ended and the country began to westernize, he disappears from historical records, and for ten long years, atones for his past as the "Battousai" (his nickname when he was an assassin during the war).

How does he atone, you ask? He wandered the countryside all over Japan (in the series, he calls himself a "rurouni", meaning a vagabond or wanderer, hence the title of the series) helping and protecting people. He does this by wielding a reversed-blade sword (meaning, the sharp end of his sword is faced away from his opponent), with a vow never to kill again. 

It isn't until he meets a young woman, a kendo instructor by the name of Kamiya Kaoru and other new friends that he begins to value his own life once more (because he had killed so many people before, this subsequently caused him to no longer care about his own life), all the while still continuing to repent for his crimes.

Throughout the series, Kenshin reflects about his past crimes a number of times, as well as the life lessons he's learned during his ten years of wandering and helping people. However, one particular line from the series specifically jumps out at me, and I believe, totally and completely applies to Ben Solo, if/when he is redeemed:

"You can die at any time, but it's living that takes true courage."  

If we're talking about what Ben Solo deserves and what's fair or unfair in his course to return, then on the contrary, he doesn't at all deserve to die at the end. For him to die would be the easy way out, and quite frankly, lazy storytelling, imo. Rather, his repentance would come in the form of atoning for what he's done, in whatever way that may be and living for the people he had killed, for his family who had sacrificed their own lives for him.

In essence, to bear the pain of living.

Of course, just because he has to endure this for the rest of his life it doesn't mean that he has to be alone in doing it. Loving Rey--and having Rey by his side won't ever erase the crimes he's committed, nor is it her job to atone with and/or for him--but what she can be is his pillar of strength, his beloved whom can lend him her support, loyalty, and her love (as she's already shown in TLJ), his rock, his inspiration to become a better person.

How beautiful would it be if in essence, through Reylo's love story, Disney sends out the message that you can make so many mistakes in your life, but don't ever be afraid to take a second chance to atone for those said mistakes, and more than anything else, take strength and inspiration from someone you love in order to accomplish just that?

From a storytelling perspective, Ben Solo’s death would accomplish nothing. His death wouldn’t bring back the people he’s killed, nor will it bring Luke and Han back to life. It wouldn’t move the story forward, and perhaps I’m being too arrogant in saying this, but it would be detrimental to the overall plot. 

So to conclude this mini-rant and go full circle in going against what Josh and Vincent said: no, it's not that Ben Solo will "get to do an Anakin without the Anakin," that's not it at all. 

Rather, Ben Solo will get the chance to do what Anakin Skywalker couldn't: atone for his mistakes.    

#Reylo #kylo ren #ben solo #ben solo redemption #bendemption #Star Wars #The Last Jedi #The Force Awakens #Rey of Jakku #mini meta #meta analysis #Rurouni Kenshin #in which i compare ben solo to himura kenshin #lol #i finally did it kaity #i did my meta on ben solo using RK

[itsamendesmadness]

Jacob Elordi x reader (female) part 2

“Up in the sky”

Summary: first date kind of nervous haha

a/n: I’m so excited for where this is heading. Hope y’all like it as much as I do. As always, let your imagination fly.🪶 part 3 is up

Warning: strong language, as fluff as it can get, sex talk, grammar error(maybe)

Wc: 966

A week has passed since the not so terrible date. The sensation of his hot breath near your ear keeps lingering in your brain. You reach for your phone and think “maybe I should just text him”, but you don't want to sound desperate. It's only been a week. Now that you think about it he doesn't have your contact nor know your socials. You go to his contact “Elordi” and open the text messages. You start to type in just a simple hey, but think to yourself “fuck his not gonna remember me”. As you start to type in an explanation of who you are, the phone dings. You put your phone face down on the table and start pacing around the apartment. “Shit shit shit” you say repeatedly. You put your phone face up and peek at the message. You shake your hands nervously and answer.

*Phone conversation reads*

Y/N: hey.

Jacob: “Hey, I didn't think you would text.”

Y/N: It was just a brief pause for dramatic effect. How are you?

Jacob:” You know I could stand here and talk to you all day, but I prefer to have this conversation in person. Can I see you?”

Y/N: Okay… send me the deets.

You quickly walk up to your best friend's apartment, which happens to be next door. And hysterically start knocking at the door calling her name. Until she opens the door looking as gray as a corpse.

Kaity: “What- what is wrong with you? What happened?”

Y/N: Remember the guy from last week?

Kaity: “The jackass?”

Y/N: You set me up with that guy. I’ll never let you forget that. Anyways, it 's Elordi… Jacob Elordi.

Kaity: Shut uppp!! Yessss babeee! I love that for you!.

Y/N: You need to help me find something to wear.

Kaity: I’m kind of in the middle of something, but I’ll help you when I’m done.

Y/N: Is there somebody here with you? You bitch! Go get it Kit Kat!

A man shouts, lurking his head from the bathroom “babe come on!” as you walk out the apartment feeling proud for Kit Kat. You get to your room and start looking for something to wear. You start getting frustrated because you don’t even know where you're going and don’t want to look overdressed for whatever it is you're doing. You decide to do what you always do when you have a fashion crisis, go on pinterest. You find the perfect happy medium, a black high rise bodysuit with an open back, paired with medium rise ripped black jeans and Air Force One. Your best friend walks in the room with the after sex glow on her face. She slowly sits on the bed.

Kaity: “Okayyy , I love the outfit you have on. Especially how your skin peeks out the waist cut outs.” You look literally stunning. He’s gonna be speechless .”

Y/N: I think I’ll be speechless. Do you think I should do a low bun or low pony?

Kaity: ”Low bun for sure and chunky gold rings. That 's classy af.“

You sit next to her and start wondering what’s taking him so long. Does he not want to see you tonight? Did his phone uncharge? Is he filming today?. You check your phone and notice three unread messages from him.

*Phone messages reads*

Jacob: pinned location “California State Fair”

“ Hope you’re not scared of heights 😉”

“ Meet me at the hot dog cart at 7:30pm “

You show the messages to Kaity.

Kaity exclamates: “fuck y/n you hate heights!”

Y/N: I’m not gonna say anything. I’ll just have to get over my fear today. You say to her laughing nervously. You lock your phone and grab your bag. I’m gonna head out now, lock up when you leave.

You finally arrive at the fair just in time. You parked near as usual. You get out of the car and start walking. Your heart starts racing as you see Jacob in the distance. He looks so hot in that plain black t-shirt with the gold chained wrap around his neck like a ribbon on a new car. When you get to the hot dog cart he’s playing with his chain, moving it from side to side with his fingers. He bends down to greet you with a soft warm hug. “You look stunning,” he says, bringing his moist lips together. You turn your head looking at the rides to not seem so nervous and answer to him politely “So do you.” He sees you looking at the rides and thinks you want to get on the ferris wheel. “I got tickets for the ferris wheel,” Jacob says excitedly. You don’t want to rain on his parade so you decide to go. “Sure” as you start walking. ”He’s so tall” you think to yourself.

It’s your turn to get on, but you wait for the ride to come to a stop. Jacob lets you get in first holding your hand so you don’t fall on your face. You can tell he can feel your sweaty palms on his cold skin. Jacob turns to you as he sits down and says ‘are you nervous?’. You look him straight in the eyes and just smile nervously. “Umm.. you can get closer if that 'll help” he says. The ride starts to take off and the cab starts squealing. “Oh- that doesn't sound right” you say. He leans in on you and puts his arm around your shoulders. You slowly place your head on his chest and he places his hand on your head. Somehow you forgot the height the cab was at. It felt like his heart was singing to you with soft harmonies.

#jacob elordi fluff #jacob elordi #jacob elordi x you #jacob elordi x y/n #jacob elordi x reader #jacob elordi fic #jacob elordi imagine #jacob elordi smut #jacob elordi angst #nate jacobs #euphoria

[lovelyirony]

prompt: “this story’s getting old/the homewrecker with a heart of gold” w/ tony going through his town bicycle phase?

Tony would like to announce that his cardio game is off the charts. He’s pretty sure he’s going to live until he’s 112 and he’ll still look better than Linda down the street. 

But the fact of the matter is, it is time to slow down and find someone that he likes and will support his endeavor to play mind games on the PTA board. 

In moves a man named Jim Rhodes. His arms are defined, he cooks, and he greets Tony wearing an apron and has flour on it. So he bakes for real and doesn’t rely on store-bought goods. (Neither does Tony, this is a good sign.) 

The only problem: Tony has been branded The Neighborhood Whore (trademark pending). He helped market it, by the way. Put it on his address stickers when he mails things. He regrettably has used those stickers on official bills. 

But he brings his best homemade dinner, which is lasagna, made-from-scratch garlic bread, and he also brings dessert. 

“Thank you so much,” Rhodey says, taking the pan from him. “I’ve been moving in, and I really didn’t want to resort to going out to eat or getting one of those frozen dinners.” 

“Any time,” Tony says, smiling in that soft way that makes most he wants to sleep with a little weak at the knees. “I’m Tony, you’ve either probably heard about me from the moms or you will.” 

“I’ll look forward to making my own judgments,” he says. “Call me Rhodey. I’ll see you around.” 

Over the following three weeks, Tony observes Rhodey’s behaviors: 

6:00 a.m. is a brisk run or walk around the neighborhood, lingering at the mailboxes to make sure everyone that gets a newspapers has it and delivers it to the front. 

(Tony starts getting the newspaper. Harley’s having a collage phase.) 

7:00 a.m. is when there’s movement for breakfast, although Tony’s busy waking Peter and Harley up, with more focus on Harley because the kid sleeps like a fucking tank. 

7:45 is when Harley and Peter are driven to school. 

A month in, Rhodey needs a favor. He has a meeting that he can’t miss at 3:45 p.m., and this coincides with picking up Lila. He doesn’t know anyone well enough to trust them with Lila, but–

“Just have Tony pick me up,” Lila says. “You know I’m friends with Peter.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Rhodey asks. “Because I could try to postpone it–” 

“It’ll be fine,” Lila says. “It’ll give you a chance to go over and finally talk to him. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you looking out the kitchen window.” 

“It’s a nice window!” Rhodey says defensively. “Not my fault the view is Tony’s kitchen.” 

“View,” Lila snorts. “Go look up his number in the directory. Or return the favor of dinner and go give him some dessert and ask.” 

Rhodey decides a dessert would be too overt for a ride to school. 

So he does call him by phone number. 

“Hello, this is Tony speaking.” 

“Uh, hi!” Rhodey says. “I need a favor to ask of you, if it’s not too much.” 

“Ask away,” Tony responds. 

“Lila needs a ride home from school, and I was wondering since we’re neighbors and she wouldn’t have far to go, if you could…?” 

“Say no more,” Tony responds. “Just tell Lila to follow Peter to the car and I’ll take it from there. It’ll be just fine.” 

Of course, the PTA moms are having none of it. 

Rhodey is Eye Candy. He has nice arms, he smiles when he walks past you, and he is thinking about getting a dog from the shelter. 

He’s good. 

And he’s neighbors with Tony Stark, PTA Nightmare and Neighborhood Whore (trademark pending). 

So when Karyn notices Lila walking with Peter towards Tony’s Car (god it’s not even a family car model, YUCK) she has to take it upon herself to tell Lila that she would be happy to take her home. 

“Nah, thanks though,” Lila says. “I told my dad I’d ride home with Peter and Tony today, and that’s what he’s expecting. I’ll tell him it was nice that you volunteered.” 

(Lila will be doing no such thing because Karyn looks like she got her highlights done by a back alley has-been-hairdresser.) 

“Lila dear, before you go home would you like any snacks to take home?” Tony asks. “I have some cookies baked before school ended, fruit snacks, cheese sticks…” 

Lila supposes she can stay for a few cookies. And maybe take fruit snacks to go. 

This ends up taking an hour because no one told Lila that Tony Stark was a stay-at-home engineer/inventor/coolest person ever. 

“He’s awesome,” Peter says. “Right now we’re taking apart a motorcycle in the garage. Wanna see?” 

“Yeah,” Lila says, looking to Tony to see his reaction. “If that’s okay.” 

“Of course,” Tony says. “Peter, show her the works. But don’t stay out too late Lila, your dad is still expecting you.” 

Tony has sent a text to Rhodey that explains that Lila has decided to spend a little bit more time, feel free to collect her whenever needed. 

-

Rhodey decides he’s in love with Tony. 

Especially after he laughs in his car reading a text from Karyn explaining that if he wanted someone more “suitable” picking up Lila, she’d be more than happy to have Lila and her daughter Kaity spend more time together. 

(Lila is not a Huge Fan of Kaity. For multiple reasons. Including the spelling.) 

He knows he’s in love with Tony when he knocks on the door, Harley answers it, and he finds the man bent down over a bike helping his daughter and Peter take apart an engine. 

“Dad!” Lila says, smile brightening. “Look at this cool bike!” 

“Harley Davidson,” Rhodey observes appreciatively. 

“Hey sugar, how was the meeting?” Tony asks, leaning over to catch his eye. 

(Okay that is unfairly attractive. Too attractive.) 

“Went well, thank you,” Rhodey says. “Cinched a deal with a client. Glad to see everything’s going swimmingly over here.” 

“Did you know Tony’s an inventor?” Lila asks. “I didn’t know that!” 

Rhodey looks at Tony. 

“I’m impressed. But then again, I shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re smart as a whip.” 

Tony blushes. 

Harley makes a retching noise and says he’s going upstairs to do homework. 

- 

Tony sends Lila and Rhodey home with more than a dozen cookies and promises that Rhodey will bring back the Tupperware containers. 

“Thank you,” Rhodey says, eyes lingering. “For everything.” 

“Always happy to serve,” Tony responds, winking. “See you soon, Rhodey.” 

Plan A is complete. 

Plan B has to wait until Saturday, when it is supposed to get Spectacularly Hot and Tony will have an excuse to water his hosta plants shirtless. 

(Heaven help Rhodey.) 

#i would like to thank not only god but also jesus for this prompt #jess delivers and i hope i've done it justice #tony stark #rhodey #the fact that this whole entire thing is me going 'what would jess write about' and it's not Me Jess but Other Jess #it truly is bisexual privilege #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #TONY'S A THOT. AND PROUD OF IT. #lovelyirony writes

[lightbulb77724]

Here is a short story I made for school

While walking down the street isabela and katie came across a group of six teenagers that look close to their age. Kaite ran towards them, Isabela just stood there and assumed they knew each other so she decided to join them. When she got closer she felt that they had met before.

“Hey issy” a short girl in a bright orange hoodie called over

“Oh um hey?” isabela was confused; she didn't know how they knew her. Her sister never said anything about them and she wasn't one to go to parties or anywhere for that matter so how is it that they knew her. Then she saw that the girl wasn't human. She had the ears of a fox and a tail to match. She also noticed how much she tried to hide them constantly trying to pull the hood up and keep her tail tucked in. She then noticed her face was wearing an eye patch covering her right eye.

“You don’t remember us do you” a girl with long black hair next to the short girl. She kept pulling her back to her side every time she tried to run. She also had an eye patch on her right eye and a pentagon on her left wrist holding the girl. “Ahh always the forgetful one am i rite kiki” a blond girl said “what did i say about calling me that” the short boy said next to her. The girl was wearing an olive green jacket drinking coffee. The short boy had white hair and hoodie clearly annoyed with the girl's nickname. A boy with black hair stepped up holding the hand of a girl who looks similar to him which isabela assumed to be his twin “can we get on with why we are here please kaity” he said looking at the blond “o o ya sorry. Isabela we are here to help you find your group we will explain everything but first can everyone say your names i know we all know each other but she forgot” kaite said gesturing to her older sister and back at the group. She then pointed atthe boy with white hair “i’m-” “hey im cora but you know me as fox my aillis” the short one said “that's not your aillis it’s you last name.” the girl next to her said “i'm valkyrie vince valentine nice to see you again isabela” valkyrie put her hand out and isabela took it. “Hey can i speak now” they all nodded and he shighd “good, im kio hey” she nodded in return “clara nice to see you again” the girl looked at isabela “i would say the same but i still don’t remember” clara said it was fine next was the twins “ max and this here is my sister daisy, she’s shy so you won't hear much” cora and clara stifled a laugh and hid behind valkyrie who pushed them away not wanting to be apart of there jokes.

“Ok now that we all know each other we can talk about how they know you……...there your extras” isabela stared at her shocked and confused. “How i thought i got rid of you and your real people” “ok one ow! Don’t forget I'm one too. And two yes we are how do you think you're things go missing, a brownie no this isn't spiderwick chronicles this is real life be realistic” kaity said making isabela slightly mad “you lied to me for all of my life all of you did” isabela pointed at all of them remembering her past “i needed help and you all new it i trusted you now look most of them are missing and assumed to have died three ran away and who knows what happened to the rest” isabela started to cry so she looked away from them. She heard footsteps and someone hugged her from behind “ don’t forget everything happens for a reason that's what she told you right and that's why we're here let's bring them home”. After she calmed down, Cora let go and ran back to her spot next to valkyrie. Isabela turned around and asked for the time “3:04” clara looked to cora who looked back at her like they had just got the best idea “because its late how about we all get a motel room together like the old times and in the morning we can look” the blond stated kaity seemed to like that idea and happily clapped her hands “yes yes yes get in my car now who is driving” they all looked to each other “ME!” everybody except kio,val and daisy said. “Ok then how about the oldis drives” after valkyrie said that they heard cora giggling “ok no” isabela said sternly “ w-what why im 22” cora pouted “you never got your driver's license” katie said walking towards the car “and who’s fault is that” she said joining the blond “you crashed the car” a soft voice said “he was screaming daisy” cora said as she helped the girl get in to the back of katies seven seater ascent “because you hit a stop sign in front of a preschool” kio said walking away from them.

“Kio, where are you going?” Max said following him “I'm not joining you on the little treasure hunt” he said as he waved to his friends but stopped when Clara said she would tie him up and put him in the back. “ Clara, that's kid-naping” he said as he looked at her. “You're not a kid kiki” then he saw it. In her hands were rope he went to run but she was faster and tied him up. “Ya but if you my extras dissent that means he can turn into a child like the rest of you” she said as she helped Clara drag Kio back. “Solution: tie him up and put him in the front seat” and that's what they did. “So how are we all going to fit in the car” isabela counted the seats Max and Daisy are in the back with starfire isabelas alaskan malamute. Katie and Kio are in the front seats leaving the three middle seats with four people. “Solution:i’ll turn into a kid” and that's just what cora did. Isabela picked her up and sat next to Valkyrie who was next to Clara as they drove to a motel and started their search for 22 people with no leads.

The next morning cora went out to find leads with valkyrie at her side. Max and Daisy went to the store to see if they heard anything and for food. Katie and Kio stayed back while Clara and isabela left.

Isabelas perspective

Clara and I decided to take Katie's car and just drive around to see what we find. “Hey i got a question” i looked at her then back at the road “what job did lan have again”. I smirked remembering the reason she got the job for “she was a detective, said she was going to put me away if she found me why whats up ``''we should break into her office” i took a left heading straight to her place. I looked over and Clara looked confused. “She keeps the important ones at home” she nodded and we continued.

Once we got there Clara went in to get the file. I waited in the car listening to music when Clara opened the door handing me the file. “Ok now let’s see” we were going through the pages when Clara stopped me “what does that mean” i looked to where she was pointing and i was shocked. “That's the hospital record for poppy, it’s the one me,Em and some of the others were working at” she looked at me and i continued reading “poppy left the hospital and Em went after her, this was after the incident she and Em are still alive” i smiled. Something fell out of the file and Clara picked it up. “What is that?” she looked at it then back at me shocked “it’s a letter… from Kristena to Lan.” I looked at her surprised. Clara asked me if she could read it and I nodded in response. As she got closer to the end she read a part that made me happy “while i was looking around the woods i found poppy hope we can all get together again”. I looked up at her and saw she had a smile “there looking for each other, not only that but we got a lead there in the woods” we started up the car and noticed a police car coming our way so we had to just go.

We got back to the motel and Clara filled everyone in on the situation. Turns out Max and Daisy heard something at the store just a rumor but we take what we need.

We pulled up to the abandoned hospital and got out of the car. “ Leave my dog cora” I said as I saw her trying to get her out of the car. I got out my flashlight and the rest followed. The building was dark. It was destroyed on the inside and there was also graffiti everywhere. We all split up into groups of two. I was with Cora. Cora had a duffel bag to carry whatever we found. I just had a flashlight. The hallway we were going through was dark and disgusting. It seemed to connect to the other hallways and a staircase. The rest of us met in the center of the building when Cora ran into a room throwing something in her bag. We heard a creak and Clara looked up. Right above Cora there was a light that started to fall on her. Lucky Clara was faster and pushed her out of the way. I went to check on Cora who was slammed into a boiler. “ Wow Clara I get she is loud but you didn’t have to go that far” Valkyrie joked and started laughing until Max hit her in the back of the head. Me and Katie helped her up. Whail Katie was checking her I looked around and heard a whistling sound coming from behind me. “ Um, what's that sound?” I turned to look at them and saw it. Cora broke the boiler and it's about to explode with the heat. “Run!” I grabbed Clara and Kio and the rest followed.

We were running as fast as we could when we heard an explosion. I turned around to check on them when I saw fier. I let go of their hands as they all ran ahead. I just stood there staring at the fire getting bigger and closer. Cora noticed I didn't join them and when to get me as she was still oblivious to the fier. “Hey what's that smell” as she looked up her eyes widened in fear. Cora started to shake her head over and over again repeating “no, not again”. Valkyrie came to get us “if you stay longer you’ll burn come on, cora”. I might not remember much of them but I do remember Cora is afraid of fire from past trauma and so was i. Cora transformed into a five year old but still didn’t move. Valkyrie picked her up and took my hand, dragging me out.

Once we were outside I could finally breathe. I looked over and saw Cora crying as Valkyrie concerts her. Just because they act like they hate each other doesnt mean they aren't there for one another. “Good your ok i don’t know what i would have done with your dog if you died” clara said but i can clearly tell she was going to cry. Katie came and hugged me while Max was holding his sister.

“I'm sorry we found nothing, “ Daisy said as we walked back to Katie's car. I looked at her and smiled “at least we made it out alive”. I looked at all of them and when I got to her she was smiling like a mad man. “What's wrong with you, you almost died,” Kio said when he grabbed her hoodie. Cora started to laugh “we can’t die remember” Kio looked back at her and smirked “wanna go back and test that”. Cora looked at him shocked and I started to laugh. Max cleared his throat and we all stopped and looked at Cora . She opened her bag and pulled out a camera giving it to me. As I looked at it I saw the name MAC was carved into the side. “Hey max who did you say was there?” i said pointing to the building on fire “ Em why what’s up?” he said looking back at me. I opened up the compartment and read the tape. I was about to speak when I heard sirens. “Get in, I know where to go”. When i was driving cora kept trying to grab the camera. Once she successfully grabbed it with her tiny arms Katie showed her how to play previous tapes.

“Heyyyy welcome to the mother tree” a girl with blue and pink hair said as she sat on a rock with a tree growing on it. “What about Fort rose?” a asian girl with black long hair said. Walking next to her was isabela and a short tan skinned girl all holding sticks. “Apparently things i make don’t matter” isabela said with a pout the short girl pushed her and laughed. “Nana, I was looking for you” the camera focused on two girls both with medium length brown hair. “Ahh what can i say everyone loves me, calm down D and B it was a joke” the one known as nana said to the girls rolling their eyes as she followed them. The camera then focuses on a blond girl holding a baby star fire “ashy what do you hate about fort rose?” mac said to the blond. “They can’t keep things neat” she said as a tall dark skinned girl came from behind the huge old house “o.c.d” she whispered pointing at the girl. “That's not a seacret nole” a girl with her brown hair in a side pony said, scaring the two girls. “Holy- jessy don’t scare people like that, what is it?”nole said staring at the girl. “Have you seen Nia,Em or Emilia?”Jessy said, looking at all of them. Mac then got up and walked to the back of the house. When she got there she saw all of her friends. The rest of them went to sit down for a group photo. “I just want to say tha-”

I took the camera away not wanting to hear what else i had to say thou i remember it like if it was yesterday. “W-what day is it” I yelled at myself for stuttering and started to get out of the car not wanting them to see me like that. We stopped outside the woods. I heard everyone get out of the car. Star fires coller got closer to me till she was by my side. I smiled at her then walked into the woods.

After hours of walking we made it to the mother tree still the same as all those years ago. The old tree was standing tall. The top half broke off years before they found it but it was still surrounded by flowers planted by poppy and some of the rest. It still looked beautiful to me. Carved into it was the sibule we used for fort rose. A small circle with nineteen in it, around it was a bigger circle with four loops connected to the smaller one. Behind the tree was a huge old house. The red paint worn down from harsh weathers and been unattended for years. We all built the house together with rooms for all of us. It was our get away. It belonged to us and no one else. It’s the only home where people like us could go that kept us together. I walked around to the back there was a bonfire in the middle of flat ground by the eave of the roof are folding chairs for everyone. There were five picnic tables. Attaching the tree’s together were fairy lights none of which are plugged in.

I went to the door and noticed one of the lights was on. I stuck my arm out telling them to stop moving. I then opened the door and in front of me was a short girl with black hair. She was shocked and so was i. “BB?” she ran to me and hugged me close. “It's good to see you again,” she said as she let go. “How are you, how did you get here i have so many questions”

She nodded and looked behind me “I will explain later”. She pulled us all in and sat us down in the living room. It was the same as a few seating places: a fireplace,tv,bookshelves,plants, and the group photo. Only thing is that the people aren't here making it really sad and lonely. “I'm happy your back, but there is something or rather some people that need to see you again”.

#creepypasta #oc #la la land

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Off Day: Eight

Breakfast was fun. You were very quiet and unobtrusively helpful, chipping in the kitchen. It’s sweet, watching you work with his ma, but he realizes what you’re doing. 

if you’re being helpful and most importantly quiet, it’s really likely no one is really going to notice you. Even if it’s just a handful of people. Still, his Ma is on her best behavior. She keeps up a running stream of chatter and doesn’t press on things that make you look uncomfortable to answer.

“I still can’t believe Jack and Judy let you run off to Vermont,” she said, taking a plate from your hand to dry and put away. 

You smile a little sadly, “I think,” you tell her, “Kaity is the reason they let me go. After my mom died and my dad went back to jail, she reminded them that there were worse things that could happen to me here.”

Winnifred stops and stares at you for just a moment and you sigh, “I didn’t stay in Vermont long. Just long enough to build a portfolio for school and then I got a bachelor’s in Art History and Design. Couldn’t get a job then fucked off with the Peace Corps. Once that Contract was out I took a job in Alaska, teaching. But I didn’t stay there long either. Kaity called me so. So I came home.”

She takes the pot you’re holding out and smiles a little, “Well,” she said finally, “I’m sure they’re glad you’re home.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly. Winnifred doesn’t say anything after that. She doesn’t miss the hurt look on your face. The overbright look in your eyes.

“How is Kaity doing?” she asked after a long moment.

“She has her good days and her bad days,” you answer. Bucky winces at the detached tone of your voice and he catches his mother’s eye, quietly pleading with her to back off of it for now. He’d already told her Hospice had been called in. That it wasn’t looking good. That you were clinging to the last fragile hope you had that there was a miracle out there somewhere for her, but every day that hope got more and more brittle.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she said softly.

“I’ve called a few more doctors and sent her file,” you say taking a deep breath, “hopefully I hear back this week.”

“Ma,” Bucky said clearing his throat, “If you’re done putting my girl to work, I kinda want to take her out for a little while.”

Winnifred sighed, “Fine, Fine,” she groused, teasingly, “I suppose I can let you have her.”

Bucky smiled and kissed her cheek, “Thanks, ma. Breakfast was delicious.” She tugs on his ear, “Get a haircut,” she scolds, “And you take good care of her.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said kissing her cheek again and going to get your coat. He watches as she pulls you into a hug and chucks you under the chin, “Don’t be a stranger, hear me?” she said. 

You nod and she smiles a little, watching Bucky help you into your coat, glad that he hadn’t forgotten being taught good manners. She’s be lying if she said her heart didn’t melt a little watching him kiss the tip of your nose as he wrapped your scarf around your neck too. 

She watches the two of you leave and watches out the kitchen window as he helps you into the truck, taking just a moment to smack you on the ass, chuckling when you yelp at him. She shakes her head and smiles a little as he steals a kiss before shutting your door. He was so soft for you. 

He’d always been soft for you. It was nice to see him actually going out of his way to be soft. On purpose. She’d been afraid that the Army had beat all of that out of him. It had scared her for a long time. He’d always been her wild child. His father’s son. Hard-drinking. A daredevil. Not a soft bone in his body for anyone. Except for his ma and his kid sisters. You, but only if you knew him as a kid. When he came back from the Army, he’d lived like he wanted to die and didn’t have the will to pull the trigger. Then he and the others had founded the shop. He still wasn’t himself. Not like he should be but, watching him now, she could see glimpses of the boy he had been. And of the man he could be for the right girl.

________

In the warm cab of the truck, Bucky takes your hand and kisses it softly. “Where are we going?” you ask, smiling a little. 

“I thought,” he said softly, “That I’d take you back to my place for a while. We could just snuggle up I could kiss you a few dozen more times.” He smiled, “Next time I take you out, we’ll go out out. But I thought you could use a break.”

“That sounds good,” you murmur shyly. 

Bucky grins at you and you feel your heart skip a beat, making you look away trying to get control of the butterflies bursting into life in your stomach. Bucky feels his smile soften a little, “Baby girl,” he says gently, “nothing you don’t beg me for.” He winks at you and kisses the hand he’s holding, “No pressure. I just want to have you to myself for a little while. Maybe get you another nice nap.”

You nod and he kisses your palm. “Besides,” he said teasing, “Pretty sure my ma couldn’t take another pregnancy scare after this last one.”

“What wound up happening with that?” you ask, tilting your head and Bucky shrugged.

“It’s not my problem, Doll,” he said, “Not till I get a DNA test that proves the kid ain’t mine.”

You nod, “Is that likely?” you ask. It isn’t judgemental. It’s just a question. 

He sighed, “At least a little,” he said. “I don’t remember every time we had sex. I thought I used a condom every time.”

He glances at you, “I got tested not long ago too,” he added, “I’m clean. I have the papers if you want to see them.”

You smile a little, “It’ll be okay.” You wish you had a pet name that you liked for him. That’s how you always kept Kaity from worrying. 

Bucky pulled up in his drive and smiled at you a little, “It ain’t much, but it’s home, doll.” he said. Before you could answer he was out of his truck and hurrying around to open your door for you and help you down.

“It’s cute,” you tell him, kissing his jaw. “You’re cute, but I think I might like you better scruffy.”

“Oh?” he chuckled, kissing your nose.

“Your dimples are distracting,” you murmur, cheeks getting pink.

“Well,” he rumbled, “I always did like you distracted. That seems like a good incentive to stay clean-shaven.”

You pout prettily and he lifts you up gently, “Sorry darlin’,” he rumbles, “I haven’t gotten to carry a pretty girl over the threshold yet.” He opened the door easily and relishes the feel of you nestling close, your head on his shoulder and your breath tickling his neck, “I don’t mind,” you murmur.

“Good,” he hummed, setting you gently on his kitchen table to help you get out of your coat and scarf, taking the time to feather light, sweet kisses on your cheeks. “You’re chilly,” he says frowning softly, “Lets get you warm again, huh? I’ll make some coco if you wanna go get the comforter off my bed.”

The wide, soft look in your eyes when you look up at him makes his heart stutter, “Go on, baby girl,” he hums, “go get snuggled in. I’ll be there in a minute.” He helps you down off the table and watches you go setting about heating up milk for coco. He listens to you rattling around in his living room, the thud of your boots hitting the floor. It’s nice. Usually girls don’t spend much time anywhere but in his bed. He doesn’t make them coco. But this. This is nice. He doesn’t even want to add alcohol. All he wants is to get you warm and cozy again. Lost in a haze of comfort for a little while. You’ve lost weight. He can tell. You always lose weight when you’re down. He doesn’t know why you don’t really eat when you’re stressed. Maybe because eating costs money.

When he came into the living room, mugs in either hand, you’d already found a movie on Netflix. Something low stakes and animated. It looked like Disney. It was probably Disney. He settled next to you and put a mug in your hands, pulling you close. You look up at him, steam clouding your glasses with a shy smile. You really are a baby. He kisses the tip of your nose and smiles, “How do you feel, baby girl?” he asks.

“Better,” you answer. 

“Good,” he hums, basking in the feeling of you nestled into his arms. You’re looking at the line work on his arm with interest. It’s a tat he wanted covered. And impulse decision. One he regretted. “Can I have my bag?” you ask.

Bucky grabs it and hands it to you, “Why doll, you got a tattoo kit in there?” You shrug, “I got sharpies. And I apprenticed for a little while in art school. Got all my certifications and shit just... sold my kit for my plane ticket.”

“Have at it,” he says smiling a little. You pull sharpie markers out of your bag and set your mug on the coffee table, surveying his arm carefully. Your touch is light as you feel for raised skin and check out the linework. He watches you, watching you work out a design carefully. Incorporating his good tattoos to make a cohesive image. It’s nice. Maybe not what he had in mind but he likes the focus in your eyes. Your glasses are sliding down your nose and you don’t even notice as you color in your work. He settles back and relaxes, happy to have you here. Happy you’re happy. 

When you sit back and let go of his arm he inspects your work and grins, “This is beautiful work, doll,” he praises. He pushes your glasses up and steals a soft kiss, “I’d definitely walk around with this on my arm.”

You flush at the praise and press another kiss into his lips, “Really?”

“Really,” he says, “It’s not something I would have picked myself but it works. I like the flow. How’d you cover it all with sharpie? That’s some pretty thick line work.”

“I followed your muscles. And played with some contrast and shading... It’s just sharpie so there are places where you can see the black if you squint but... It’s not bad.”

“Beauty and brains,” he hummed, pulling you into his lap and stealing a slow kiss that made you sigh as you tangled your fingers in his hair. “Aren’t I lucky?” he hummed, kissing softly down your throat and listening to the hitch in your breath. “Bucky,” you sigh, “I- I- that’s nice.”

He grins and nuzzles your collar bone, “It’s supposed to be, baby girl,” he murmurs, his fingers finding the hem of your sweatshirt to tickle your belly with soft touches. He really wants you giggly and squirmy. 

What he finds is raised skin and scars. Lines that he knows are self-inflicted. What he gets is you vaulting off his lap looking scared. Scared and backing away from him slowly. “Hey,” he soothes, “It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, backing towards the door.

“No,” he said holding his hands out for you to take, “ I’m sorry. I promised snuggles and kisses. I just. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Or hurt you. Did it hurt? I’m sorry baby.” He glances down at his hand and there’s blood. Not much, but enough. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, “Let’s get you cleaned up okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“I’m not mad, I’m gonna go get the kit, okay? I don’t want then getting infected. You just sit down. Or lie down. Laying down is probably better if it’s your belly.” He goes to get the kit and comes back. You have your arms wrapped around your body, for comfort, he thinks. 

He puts the kit on the coffee table and pulls you close very gently. “Let me see, baby girl,” he soothes, “Let me help you. I just want to clean things up.”

You nod, mutely and he pushes your sweatshirt out of the way gently, shifting you onto the sofa to kneel in front of you. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a little bit of a shock. A myriad of scars left precious little unmarked skin. There were new marks, seeping a little. Like scaps had broken open. He cleaned it gently and kissed your belly lightly, nuzzling gently. “Baby,” he murmured, “Why’d you do this?”

“It’s the only way I feel better,” you whisper. 

“Are you feeling suicidal?” he asked.

“No,” you answer, shaking your head, “I don’t want to die. I just...”

“You just what?”

“I just wanted to feel okay.”

He nods and kisses your stomach a few more times, nuzzling into the warmth. He doesn’t know what to do. All he knows is that he can’t pull away. He can’t let you think he’s less in love with you now. That’s he scared. 

“When did you do it?” he asked carefully.

“Last night. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept laying there. Listening to Kaity’s breathing. I just... I’m. What am I supposed to do?” you say softly. 

Bucky tackles you gently onto the sofa, pinning you under him, “What you’re going to do,” he murmured, “Is call me when you need someone.”

He kisses you softly and nips your lip, “I don’t care what time it is,” he said, “You call me. I’ll find a way to make it better. I’ll kiss you stupid. You can draw on my arm. I’ll find something for you to eat. Anything, okay? Just... Just call.”

“But-”

“No,” he said, kissing you quiet, “Let me help you, doll. I can build bikes half awake. You can’t keep healing while you’re coming apart under pressure.”

He kisses you again slowly, keeping you pinned under him, when your arms wrap around his neck and your hips roll up to meet his, he kisses you a little more insistently. “That’s good, baby girl,” he panted, “Real good.” You smile a little shyly, cheeks coloring at the praise and he kisses the tip of your nose, “You need me to stop, or can I keep going?” he asked softly.

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper.

“Your wish is my command,” he chuckles, kissing you again, tickling your side and making you giggle.

Tags: @lancsnerd, @stevieang @etherealwaifgoddess, @thorfanficwriter, @blameitonthecauseway

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky x reader #soft bucky #biker au #biker!bucky #self harm #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #makeouts

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Sick Daila got beheaded

Sick Daila: Now I'm gonna-

Sick Babefriend: GRAHHHH! *uses power to break Sick Daila's bullwhip into pieces*

Sick Daila: *gasps* NO! MY BULLWHIP! GRRR NOW, I'M GONNA-

Sick Kaity: HEY YOU ABUSIVE BITCH!

Sick Daila: Huh?

Sick Kaity charged at Sick Daila with an axe on her hand and she was angry.

Sick Kaity: HERE'S PAYBACK FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY BIG BROTHER!!!!😡😡😡😡AHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Sick Daila: Oh shit! 😰

And then Sick Kaity swing her axe to Sick Daila's neck and chopped it off.

Sick Daila's head got chopped over and it dropped on the floor. Blood was coming out from Sick Daila's neck. Sick Kaity wasn't done yet, she continued to stab Sick Daila's chest with it.

Sick Kaity: DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!!!!!!!

Everyone was shocked, they never knew Sick Kaity would take this much anger on Sick Daila.

Penelope: Oh my god!

Roxanne Angel: She's really anger and wants Sick Daila dead.

Sick GF: I mean, can you blame her? She found out what Sick Daila did to Sick Boyfriend and she wanted revenge on her for years.

Noah Files: Damn....

Sick Kaity: *kept swinging her axe at Sick Daila's decapitated body* DIE YOU STUPID ABUSIVE BITCH! DIE! 😡

Soda Cola: Should we stop her?

Drugfriend: Yeah we should.

Sick Babefriend: I'll stop her

Sick Babefriend walked to Sick Kaity and grabbed her by the waist.

Sick Kaity: WHAT THE?! HEY!

Sick Babefriend: Sick Kaity, that's enough.

Sick Kaity: NO! I'M NOT DONE YET! SHE NEEDS TO DIE!!!

Sick Babefriend: Sis, look at Sick Daila *points to the body* She's fully dead! You can stop now.

Sick Kaity looks at Sick Daila's body which was fully dead.

Sick Kaity: *tears up* Y-You're right, she's dead, she's finally dead!

Sick Babefriend: Need a hug?

Sick Kaity: *nodded yes*

Sick Babefriend: *sighs* C'mere Shorty.

Sick Babefriend hugged Sick Kaity while comforting her.

Sick Babefriend: There there sis.

Everyone: Awww

Sick Pico: i don't whether I should be happy that Sick Daila is dead or scared of what I just witness.

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf headcanons #revenge arc #sick daila

[confetti-bones]

Don't leave me 8

Genre: Hybrid Yoongi, fluff, future Smut??

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Warning: none

Summery: You lived a normal life, with a normal office job, everything felt boring but nice and safe to you. One day while working you couldn’t help but to over hear an annoying co worker of yours bragging about her hybrids and her money. So you decided to take a lunch break out of frustration from having to listen to her brag for so long. On your way back from your lunch break you notice a hybrid getting beaten up and awfully handled by hybrid catchers so what did you do?

 parts- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

 It's been a few days since Jimin stayed the night, and your and Yoongi's relationship is at an all time low. Yoongi refuses to speak, eat, or even be in the same room as you. 

      At first you decided that he'll just have to get over it. Hoping that in a few days he'd come talk to you or have a meal with you again but nothing.

    So at this point you're about ready to apologize, but you weren't even sure why you should.

     You explained to the hybrid that your friend was drunk and couldn't take care of himself. So it's not like its your fault.

    When you first adopted the panther hybrid you were hoping that you would have bonded and been friends, by now, but it feels like the only people that have been getting close to you are your coworkers, Jimin and Jungkook. 

     Ever since the bar incident Jimin has been flirting with you and trying to get closer to you. At first you took it as him just be nice but at this point it seems pretty obvious. Not to mention Jungkook even told you what Jimin was doing, and you honestly had no idea what you should do about it. 

      Jimin's attractive and you'd love to go on a date with him, but what if things got serious? How would Yoongi take it? He could barely deal with Jimin staying the night so he surely wouldn't be happy about you being in a romantic relationship with him.

   You sigh as you cook food for you and the panther hybrid. You were cooking steak and salad for the two of you.

     The past few days Yoongi's food would either sit in the fridge or on the table. 

    You honestly did try to get him to eat with you; but he just wouldn't leave his room; and your not about to give up either. 

   So once the food was done you put plates full of food down on the table and walked to where his room is and knocked on the door. 

     "Yoongi dinners ready…" you say, already knowing he wasn't going to respond. You sigh and look down contemplating if you should apologize or not. You just wanted to eat with your hybrid and bond with him. You still haven't had the chance to pet or cuddle with him and at this rate the two of you would never.

      "Yoongi, I'm sorry please come out." You say. Still no response from him.

    "I shouldn't of let Jimin stay the night without asking you first. I wasn't being very considerate and I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable. Can you please come out and eat dinner with me? I made steak." Once again no response. 

     At least I gave it a shot you think as you walk over to eat your food.

     After a minute or two of eating you finally heard a door open and watched Yoongi walk into the room taking a seat with you at the table. The two of you glanced at each other but didn't say anything, and ate your food. 

    Once the two of you were done eating you flash Yoongi a small smile and grab his plate so you can start cleaning up.

    As you started to wash dishes in the sink you hear a sigh and see Yoongi stand next to you grabbing a plate. 

     "Let me help" Yoongi mumbles. You smile and nod feeling happy about Yoongi wanting to help. 

………………………………

   The next day you were sat at your desk at work, working on some documents that your boss Seokjin asked you to fill out.

    As you were working you felt a presence behind you and turned around to see Jimin staring at you fondly. 

     "How long have you been standing there?" you ask before giving Jimin a small smile. Jimin smiles back at you and leans against your cubicle wall.

    "Not to long. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to have lunch with me but you seemed pretty absorbed in your work." You nod your head and quietly giggle,

    "Yeah I guess I was super concentrated; and yeah I'd love to come to lunch with you. Is Jungkook coming too?" You ask. Jimin shakes his head.

    "Jungkook wanted to get some work done so he's skipping lunch today, it's just me and you" Jimin says while wiggling his eyebrows. You laugh at his behavior and nod your head before standing up and stretching your arms out.

     "What are we eating?" You ask as the two of you start to walk to the elevator.

     "I was thinking Korean Bbq if that's okay." Jimin says. 

     "Yeah that sounds pretty good."

   The two of you eventually end up at the restaurant. As soon as you walked in you got a table and we're able to order your food. 

       "So how's it going with that hybrid of yours?" Jimin asks as he starts to cook the meat the two of you ordered.

      "Yoongi? We're doing fine. He was mad about you staying the night the other day but we managed to make up." You respond. Jimin nods his head.

      "It's good you two made up ...but-" Jimin says.

     "But?" Jimin sighs and looks down, before looking up at you again,

    "(Y/n)....do you want to go on a date with me?" Jimin asks. You feel yourself grow surprised from his sudden question. 

     "Where is this coming from?" You ask. Jimin nervously bites his lip and responds,

    "Well I've been wanting to ask you on a date for a while, like before I even started talking to you. You can say no if you don't want too." You smile at Jimin, feeling happy but surprised that the handsome man had feelings for you.

     "Sure I'd love to go on a date with you." You say. Jimin instantly smiles at you, before the two of you smell something burning. You look down to see the food burnt to a crisp.

    "Yah Jimin you burnt our food!" You say. Jimin instantly takes the burnt food off the stove and puts it on a plate.

     "Whoops, do you want to ask for some more?"

   Eventually the two of you are done eating and head back to the office with your stomachs full.

   Jimin walked you to your cubicle and gave you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek causing you to have a tiny blush before walking away. 

     Once you sit down you pulled out your phone to check if you had any notifications only to see one from Yoongi.

   'I want whatever meat lovers pizza is for dinner, an add showed up on the tv'  you smile and respond,

     'where do you want the pizza from?'

'I want it from the place with the blue and red rectangle with the white dots' you quietly laugh at Yoongi's response, and tell him that you'll order pizza from there before putting your phone down and starting to work again.

………………………………

    Once work was done you ordered the pizza Yoongi asked for and went to pick it up.

     When you got home you set the pizza down on the table and shouted for Yoongi to come and eat. You then grabbed plates from the kitchen and put them out on the table.

     Yoongi walks over to the table, his tail swishing lazily as he sat down.

     "You got the pizza human?" He asks. You nod your head and smile before sitting down at the table with Yoongi,

     "Yep! and I got it from that place you wanted" Yoongi nods his head and gives you a small smile before you open the pizza box and grab a slice. 

     Yoongi grabs a slice and puts it on his plate before sniffing the air.

    "You smell like that man again" he says while making a face of distaste.

     "I work with him…" you respond. 

  "Yeah but you really smell like him, has he touched you human?" Yoongi asks. A small blush pops up on your face from the thoughts of what happened over lunch break.

     "Your face is also getting red human" Yoongi says pointing out the obvious.

     "I know I know. We just hugged so that's probably why you smell so much of him on me" you say while taking bites of your pizza. Yoongi quirks his eyebrows at this but doesn't ask any more questions and silently begins to eat his pizza. 

   Once the two of you were done you went to the kitchen and started washing dishes only to feel two arms snake around you. You raise your eyebrow and turn to see Yoongi who was now resting his head on your shoulder.

     "I want a hug too human" he says with a cute pout. You feel yourself blush slightly and nod your head turning around and giving Yoongi a hug. This is the most physical contact the two of you ever had and you can happily say that you enjoyed it.

      He's starting to warm up to me you think with a smile.

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[calpalirwin]

Still Into You

Summary: True snippets of a girl (me) in love with her best guy friend (Mr. Hubs) and all their sometimes depressing, but always dorky life together.

A/N: So @carebearofriddles​ and @baldcalum​ LOVE my stories of me and my hubs, so I decided to share this with all of you lovely people. Obviously it’s been tweaked into an Ash fic, but all the following stories are 100% true. This is Part 1 of that story. (remember, if this reads weird, it’s because it’s like... real actual shit.)

Content: Uh... it’s kinda dark, not gonna lie. Let’s see... mentions of sex, mentions of abuse, and abortion. Yep, that covers it! Oh! And cussing.

And away, and away we go!

Part 1

~2008-2012~

Ashton and Shay had been friends since a random encounter at a high school football game when Shay had leaned over the railing to spit, just as Ashton was passing by underneath. 

“Missed me!” Ashton sneered up at her playfully. 

“Oh yeah?” Shay said, taking aim and spitting again. 

Ashton laughed as the spit splattered next to him. “You’re bad at this.”

“Oh, fuck you, Irwin,” she laughed. 

The two had become fast friends after that encounter. Well as close as boys and girls could be without things being weird. 

When other boys snatched Shay’s highlighters out of her backpack, Ashton chased them down for her. 

When a friend got cold because she forgot a jacket, Shay swallowed the uneasy feeling as Ashton shrugged his off and offered it to the other girl. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was. Ashton was just being friendly. And Shay had a boyfriend.

~~~

“Hey, Irwin, we’re going to the waterpark tomorrow, wanna come with us?” Shay asked. 

“Who’s we?”

“Me, Meg, and Zack.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Cool.”

~~~

“Well if you’re gonna flirt with every guy you see now that you’re single, I’m leaving!” Zack shouted at Shay. 

“Fine, leave!” Shay shouted back at her now ex-boyfriend. “Ugh, he’s such a douche!” Shay muttered to herself as Zack left in a hurry. 

“And down we go!” Ashton said, plunging the girl underwater as they floated in the Lazy River. 

Shay stood up gasping for air. “You jerk!” she laughed before tackling Ashton in retaliation. 

The two friends continued their war, with Meg joining in until the floated their way to an exit. 

“Food?” Shay asked. 

“Food,” Ashton and Meg agreed. 

When Ashton got up to clear the food away after lunch, Shay pulled Meg to her. “I think I like Irwin…” she whispered. 

Meg gasped at her friend, “I think he likes you, too.”

“Yeah? How do you know?”

“Well when I hug people, I hug them really close. And he had a boner when I hugged him earlier. Right after you hugged him.”

“Oh. Cool.”

~~~

“I dare you to kiss Shay!” Kaity screeched at Ashton. 

Shay looked up at the mention of her name, not paying attention to the game her friends were playing. “What?” she asked. 

“She dared me to kiss you,” Ashton said, his gaze ducking down, a hand resting at the back of his neck. “We don’t have to. It’s fine.”

“Nah, you’re my friend, Irwin,” Shay told him. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Alright then.”

The two 15 year olds closed their eyes as they brought their lips briefly together. It was short. It was awkward. It was life-changing. 

~~~

“So, you still think Irwin likes me?” Shay asked Meg. 

“Pretty sure. He kissed you right?”

“Well yeah. But it was a dare.”

“Oh. Well, doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna make things weird.”

“It’s Irwin. It’s already weird.”

~~~

At break the day after the kiss, Shay pulled Ashton in for a hug. “Will you be my boyfriend?” she mumbled low and fast into his ear before pulling away. 

“What?” Ashton giggled.

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” she repeated a little bit louder. 

Ashton shrugged. “Yeah, alright.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah.”

~~~

“And I kiss your cheek,” Ashton said, kissing Shay’s cheek.

“And I kiss your nose,” she giggled before kissing his nose. They had been together for a week now, both afraid to kiss the other one on the lips again. 

“And I kiss your lips,” Ashton said suddenly before placing his lips on hers.

“And I kiss you back,” she murmured against his lips. 

~~~ 

“Whoa, check this out!” Ashton said, stopping suddenly and bending down to grab something off the floor. 

Shay peeked over his shoulder to see what he had found: a 3 tiered necklace with hearts on it. “You just found that?” she asked. 

“Swear,” he told her. “Looks like it’s your lucky day.” He unclasped the necklace and Shay lifted up her hair and turned so he could secure it around her neck. “Cool,” he said, admiring it. 

“Cool,” she smiled back, fingers toying with the chain. 

~~~

“What did you get me?!” Shay asked. 

Ashton laughed. “It’s a secret. I’m not telling you until your birthday.”

“You told everyone else!” she protested. She hated surprises. 

“Yeah. It’s a secret from you, not them.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re a jerk.”

“Still not telling you.”

Two days later, she found out what the present was when he gave her a small box holding a small golden locket. “Oh, it’s beautiful. Thank you,” she told him, kissing him.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t get a picture. Sorry.”

“No, it’s great. Thank you.”

~~~

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Ashton told Shay, passing a small box across the table at her.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she told him back, handing him a small bag.

“Oh, cool,” they both breathed as they revealed their presents. Shay had gotten another necklace, while Ashton got an iPod.

“Oh! I’m gonna go get the movie tickets!” Shay said suddenly, getting up.

“What? No. I’m paying for the tickets,” he protested as he placed cash down to pay for dinner.

“Nope! If you’re paying for dinner, I’m paying for the movie!” she told him before dashing out of the restaurant and across the way to the movie theater.

~~~

“Did Meg disappear?” Ashton whispered to Shay as he wrapped his arm around her in the theater. He could see Zack’s head a few rows up, but the other girl was nowhere to be found.

“Um… I think she’s…” Shay whispered, her cheeks flushing as she realized their friend was giving the other boy a Valentine’s Day present.

“Oh…” Ashton said, understanding.

~~~

“I lost the locket…” Shay mumbled into his chest at lunch.

“What?”

“I lost the locket… it slipped off the chain during PE, I think… I tried to find it… I’m sorry,” she told him, looking tearfully up at him. God, she was the world’s worst girlfriend.

“It’s okay,” he told her. “I didn’t even notice.”

~~~

“Happy 6 months!” she cheered, handing him a heart shaped card.

“Happy 6 months,” he said, ripping off a piece of notebook paper and scribbling on it. “Keep it safe. That’s important.” he told her, placing the scrap of paper in her hand.

She looked down at the piece of paper that had “Irwin’s soul’ hastily scrawled across it. “You’re a dork,” she giggled, thinking how absolutely adorable it was that he had her heart and she had his soul.

He shrugged.

~~~

“I’m so sorry!” she wailed softly into his chest. “I didn’t want to, but I didn’t know what else to do. I kissed him. I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged, holding her in his arms.

“It is? But… I…”

“It’s not like you were rolling around making out with him, right?”

“Right,” she nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. How was he so understanding? Any other boyfriend would be dumping her on her ass.

“Then it’s fine. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

~~~

“Vote for me in the student elections!” a classmate grinned, handing her stickers to both Ashton and Shay.

“Can’t vote, I’m Canadian,” Ashton deadpanned, handing back the sticker.

“You’re Canadian!” both Shay and the other girl asked in bewilderment. Shay had been Ashton’s girlfriend for 7 months, and his friend for almost 2 years, how did she not know he was Canadian?! Never mind the bold-faced lie that his Canadian heritage prevented him from voting in a school election. Ashton was Canadian?! What?!

“Yep. Good luck, though,” he told the other girl.

“Bullshit… You’re not really Canadian, are you?” Shay asked, once the girl had wandered off.

He laughed. “God, no! I just don’t want to vote for her.”

“You’re such a dork!” she laughed.

~~~

“God! You’re such a jerk!” Shay was screaming at Zack when Ashton showed up. “I see you all the time! I haven’t seen Irwin all summer and he’s my boyfriend! Not you! Just leave!”

“You can’t just ditch your friends for your boyfriend, Shay!” Zack screamed back at her.

“Yo, leave her alone,” Ashton said.

“Stay out of this!” Zack turned his aggression to Ashton. “It’s your fault she’s ditching me anyway!” Then, he swung a fist at Ashton. Twice his fists landed on the other boy.

“Zack! Leave!” Shay screamed, completely distraught.

“Fuck you, Shay!”

“Dude, just leave,” Ashton said, completely calm and unfazed. He was amused even.

“Do you want me to hit you again?” Zack threatened.

“Please,” Ashton said, holding out his arms. “Please. I’d love to get you arrested for assault. Go ahead. Make my day.”

“Fuck this,” Zack muttered, and finally he left.

“You okay?” Ashton asked Shay, wrapping her in a hug.

“Are you?” she countered, still shaking with both fear and rage.

~~~

“Oh, photo booth!” Ashton said, as he pulled Shay through the crowd. “Should we?”

“Yes!” Shay agreed happily. Photo booth photos with her boyfriend at the county fair? Hell yeah!

They snuggled up close in the booth, making faces at the camera, before sharing a kiss for the last picture.

“This is great, thank you,” she smiled, clutching the pictures and the small stuffed purple lobster he had won her to her chest.

“Good. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“I always have fun when I’m with you.”

“Good.”

~~~

“Happy anniversary,” he told her, handing her a single rose.

“Aw, happy anniversary,” she smiled up at him.

“I gotta say, I didn’t think we’d make it this far.”

“I know, right?” she laughed. A year long relationship in high school? Damn near unheard of.

~~~

Shay opened her English book and found a sticky note from Ashton. It was a hastily drawn heart. She smiled and slipped it into her pocket before setting out to do her classwork.

“You used my book!” she laughed at him during lunch.

“Yeah, couldn’t find mine,” he shrugged.

“That’s cuz yours is on the shelf for your period.”

“Hmm, yeah, you’re probably right.”

“You’re such a dork!”

He just shrugged.

~~~

“What are you DOING?!” Shay shrieked as her guy friends lifted Ashton off his feet, a roll of duct tape and a knife in one of their hands.

They dropped him. “It was his idea!” they all said, pointing at Ashton who stood there with a grin.

“What the actual fuck, Irwin?!”

“What? I wanna see if I can get myself free.”

“So, they’re gonna duct tape you to the playground?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“You are the stupidest man alive…”

“So…?”

“Well, go on then,” she said, giving them permission to tape him to the playground.

“Alright, here ya go,” one of the boys said, tucking a knife in Ashton’s shoe and placing a toothpick in his mouth. “No one help him. He wanted this.” Then, he snapped a picture of Ashton, who did his best Jesus-on-the-cross impression for the bit.

Shay rolled her eyes while Ashton grinned wickedly around the toothpick and set out to work.

Ashton let out a scream as an arm finally got free. “FREEDOM!” he screamed before using his free arm to rip at the duct tape until pulled enough off to fall from the bars of the playground. “Didn’t even need the damn knife!” he grinned proudly as he continued to pull pieces of duct tape from his body, screaming in agony as he ripped the pieces off his legs, pulling leg hair away with the tape. “Whew! That was fun!”

Shay shook her head at her idiot of a boyfriend as his hazel eyes danced around in his delight.

~~~

“Ah, fuck!” Ashton yelled as he tumbled off the table and onto the concrete.

Shay bust up laughing. He had been jumping across the table tops and finally got snagged by a backpack strap. She kept laughing, waiting for the daredevil boy to pop up laughing himself, only he didn’t.

“No, Shay,” a friend said. “I think he’s really hurt.”

The laugh got stuck in Shay’s throat. “Oh, shit!” she said, rushing over to where Ashton was still crumpled up on the ground. “You okay?!”

“No,” came the whimpered response.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I thought you were messing around!” The apology flew from her mouth. God, she was the actual worst!

“Nope. Actually hurt. Fuck…” Ashton continued to whimper.

He would be on crutches for the rest of the week while he healed the torn muscle in his ankle.

~~~

“Happy birthday,” he told her, placing a piece of paper in her hand.

“Aw, thanks!” she said, reading the small poem he wrote for her:

“Dear Babe,

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I don’t know how to say this is so many words, but

I love you

It’s the color of your eyes

The beautiful brown

And the gigantic brain

Resting beneath your crown

And without all these things

I would be at a loss

I would be so confused

Because I was lost

And I still don’t know

Why you are with me

Even with all my stupidity

So yeah, I’ve run out of rhymes so I guess I’ll use this:

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

You look like a

Um… (I forgot the rest)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!”

She laughed. “This is awesome, thank you.”

~~~

“Hey! I was wondering where that went!” he said, noticing her wearing his black and white beanie with the ear flaps.

“I’m cold,” she pouted.

“Good thing you stole my hat.”

“It’s not stealing if it’s my boyfriend’s.”

“Nah, pretty sure it’s still stealing.”

“Do you want it back?”

“No. Then you’d be cold.”

~~~

“Ice skating?” she asked, raising her eyebrows as he pulled her into the ice skating rink.

“Yeah! Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“I can’t ice skate!” she laughed.

“So? C’mon, I won’t let you fall.”

“Wow, you’re smooth…”

“I try.”

So he grabbed her hands, and skated backwards as he pulled her in circles around the rink.

~~~

“Put me down!” Shay squealed as Ashton carried her around on his shoulders.

“Here, I’ll take her,” their friend Chris said, holding out his arms.

Ashton stopped to look at the other boy, his eyes shifting to Chris’ truck parked by the curb. “Truck keys first,” he said, holding out his hand.

So Chris dug out his truck keys, handed them to Ashton, and then put Shay on his shoulder.

“Did you just trade me for a truck?!” Shay screamed at Ashton.

“It’s a stick, he’ll never get it started,” Chris laughed.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Ashton grinned, running off to start up Chris’s truck.

“You better run,” Shay told him. “He will take your truck.”

“Hey!” Chris shouted, realizing the couple was being serious, and running after Ashton.

“HEY!” Shay shouted herself as her body got jostled. “Put me down! And give Chris his truck back!”

“Damn, so no trade?” Chris joked.

“No trade,” Ashton said as Shay was finally set on her feet.

“I hate you both,” she huffed while they grinned at her.

~~~

“Mmm, what are you doing?” she murmured as he slid her pants down her hips and adjusted himself over her.

“Having sex?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Honestly, I’m surprised you waited this long.”

“What?! You mean I could’ve been having sex this whole relationship?”

She laughed. “No! But you could’ve gotten handsy with me a hell of a while ago.”

“I was trying to respect you.”

“You’re sweet,” she said, kissing him and then gripped the bedsheets as he pushed his way into her.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

“Yeah,” she nodded, grimacing in pain.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Little bit.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I want to do this.”

“We don’t have to. I can stop.”

“No, it’s fine.” Finally, she was in control of her sex life. She was making it happen rather than it happening to her. She wasn’t going to let a little pain get in her way. Although she was really regretting have thrown out the free condoms she had gotten because psh, she wasn’t having sex, what would she possibly do with condoms. Oops…

~~~

“God, it’s like I never see you anymore,” she whined. She had been living with her dad for a month, and the start of school was still a month away. A month still stood in the way of seeing her boyfriend 5 days a week.

“It’s fine,” he told her. “Now, what did you want to tell me?”

She felt tears well up in her eyes and wanted to run. Her ex had been abusing her throughout the entirety of her relationship with Ashton and she needed to come clean about it. But, she was so scared of losing the boy sitting next to her. “Um, it’s there on the computer,” she said, nodding to the letter she had typed out because if she had to physically say it out loud, she was going to shatter. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling the laptop to him and began to read her confession.

She took her time in the bathroom, peeking her head out to gauge his reaction. Unfortunately, Ashton had an annoying knack for keeping a straight face. It was part of what made him such a believable liar. “Hey,” he said, when he realized she was watching him.

“Hi…” she mumbled, coming out of hiding to sit next to him. “So…?”

“So, what?”

“So, that,” she said, pointing at the computer screen.

He shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Really?” she choked. She had fessed up to a nearly two years worth of shady behavior due to a manipulative asshole, making herself sick with guilt over what Ashton’s reaction would be when he found out, because she ultimately felt responsible for her actions, and he was shrugging it all off like it was nothing? What?!

“Yeah. You love me, right?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

“Good.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Zack’s a douche. This isn’t news.”

“But… I…”

“Made a mistake and are sorry. And I’m okay. Just don’t do it again, okay?”

In what world did she deserve a boy like him?

~~~

“Why are you wearing a skirt?”

“I thought you’d like it…” Shay said, looking down shyly. She had wanted to look nice for their 2 year anniversary.

“I do. But… it’s cold. I’d rather if you were comfortable.”

“I am,” she said, crossing her arms. She was lying. She was cold.

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his jacket and draping it around her.

“I’m already wearing a jacket. And now you’ll be cold.”

“I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, are going to freeze your ass off in that skirt. So, wear the damn jacket.”

“Happy anniversary,” she smiled, twirling in his jacket that dwarfed her small frame.

“Happy anniversary,” he chuckled at her. God, how did he manage to keep her for 2 years? He was just some nobody and she was going to be somebody. What on Earth did she see in him?

~~~

“What do you want for your birthday?” he asked. It was her 18th birthday so whatever he got her had to be perfect.

“Mmm, a ring?” she hinted. She’d known for a while she wanted to marry this boy. A ring seemed like a perfect place to start making that dream happen.

“Okay, what size are you?”

“Wait, really?!” she asked, her eyes going wide. No freakin way he was going to get her a ring. They were seniors in high school. This was real life, not some movie.

“That’s what you want right?”

“Yes.”

“Then why wouldn’t I get it for you?”

So, on her 18th birthday, he presented her with a ring: a two-banded thing with a gap in the middle, stones decorating each band. “Wow, it’s pretty,” she breathed as she put it on. “Thanks. Does it mean anything?”

��Uh… it means happy birthday?”

“Irwin…” she pressed.

“What?”

“Is it a promise ring?”

“A promise ring? What do I need to promise?” he scoffed

She rolled her eyes and ignored the sinking feeling in her heart. Was he just a dense teenage boy? Or was he growing annoyed and bored with her?

Whatever his feelings, it didn’t stop him from giving her a second ring for Christmas- one that fit perfectly in the gap of her birthday ring. 

~~~

“I think I’m pregnant,” she whispered to him in the alleyway by the movie theater.

“What?” he choked. She was 18, he was 17. She couldn’t be pregnant. They were in high school. They had real lives to start living after graduation. They couldn’t be parents. Oh, God… her parents were going to kill him...

“When we had sex… and the condom broke… and I think I counted the days wrong…”

“Well, are you late?”

“No, I start in a few days.”

“Then let’s not worry until we have something to worry about.”

~~~

“No… no, no, no!” she cried a week later in her bathroom, looking at all 3 positive pregnancy tests in front of her. “No!” She rubbed her eyes, praying she no longer knew how to read. “No!”

“I’m pregnant,” she told him the next day at school.

He slumped back against the wall, hands covering his face. “SHIT!”

“What… what do we do?”

“I don’t know…”

Later that afternoon, he texted her: You have to get an abortion.

What? No! I can’t!

Well we can’t have a kid!

Irwin…

Do it to prove your loyal to me.

She gasped at her phone. She knew she had her faults, but did he really just say that to her? She was already distraught, and now he was making her angry. She had her fingers ready to type an angry, hateful message back when her phone pinged.

Shit! I didn’t mean that! I’m so sorry! I just… I dunno what to do here. We aren’t ready. I’m sorry. Please. Do this now and I promise you next time. I’ll give you all the kids you want when we’re ready. Just… please…

She cried at her phone. Okay, she typed back, clinging to the hope that this wouldn’t break them wide open.

~~~

“I can’t believe you’re letting him do this, Shay!” Zack screamed at her as he drove her home from making her appointment for the abortion. “You told me you wanted to wait until you were married before you had sex! You told me you were pro-life! He’s changing your morals!”

She stared out the back window, wondering what fucked up life she must have lived in the past to deserve this hell. “Shut up!” she snapped, the stress finally making her lash out. “This is my life! You don’t get to lecture me on how to live it! You’re just jealous because you can’t get your own girlfriend pregnant! So, shut up!”

The pure joy she felt coursing through her body for finally standing up to him was nothing compared to the sheer disgust she felt the next day when Meg came up to her and whispered, “I’m pregnant, too. And we’re also getting an abortion.” God, Zack was such a fucking hypocrite, she could puke.

~~~

In desperation, Shay told her other friends about her upcoming abortion, praying for understanding, support, and a ride that wasn’t from Zack. Their response solidified her faith that these were the type of friends worth keeping.

“C’mon, it’s okay,” Ashton whispered as he wrapped a protective arm around Shay and walked her into the building amongst the protesters handing out pamphlets. “We’ll be right here when you’re done,” he assured her as he took a seat with their friends in the waiting room and she was taken into an exam room.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Ashton asked, once she was out.

“Hungry. And sleepy.”

“Okay, we got you some chicken tenders in the car. C’mon.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

They spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on a friend’s couch watching movies until Ashton’s mom came to pick him up. “I love you. Get some rest,” he said, kissing Shay before waving goodbye to the other friends.

“Love you,” Shay mumbled.

“You know, Shay,” her friend Stasia said. “I’ve never really liked your boyfriend.”

“You don’t say?” Shay said with an eye roll. Stasia had a strong dislike for Ashton and didn’t bother hiding it.

“No. He’s annoying and an idiot. But, he loves you.”

“I sure hope so,” Shay said with a weak chuckle.

“No. He’s fucked up, Shay. He was crying in the waiting room. He’s really torn up about this.”

“But, he…” Shay said, confused. This had been his idea. She had agreed. She knew her decision was going to have repercussions she wasn’t sure she was prepared to handle. But that would have happened with any decision she made. Why was Ashton upset?

“He hates that he did this to you. It’s just a shitty situation, Shay. And while I may not particularly like the guy, I definitely respect him. He cares about you. A fuckin lot.”

“It’s true,” Chris said.

Shay smiled. Her situation sucked start to finish, but at least she had Ashton Irwin as her boyfriend.

~~~

“I’m sorry,” Shay said into the phone. “I’m a mess right now and I just… I’m not trying to fight all the time with you. I just…” She stopped to find the words. She felt like she was constantly fighting with and then apologizing to Ashton these days and it sucked. It didn’t help that the boy had become distant. Was he finally fed up being the boyfriend to the girl who just constantly fucked up? “I’m scared. My parents are divorced. What if I’m destined to make the same mistakes they did?”

“But we’re not your parents. We’re gonna make our own mistakes. We’re gonna be fine, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~

“Irwin still hasn’t asked me to Prom…” Shay whispered to her classmate. 

“Well, you guys are going right?” the girl asked. 

“Yeah. We got the tickets, the limo, I have my dress. Everything. But, I kinda wish he would actually ask you know?”

“Yeah, that sucks. Sorry…”

“Can you help me get him to ask? Like when we play charades in Drama Club today, make him play and turn it into a bit where he asks me?”

The other girl’s eyes lit up at the idea, “Oh that’s cute! Yeah, I’ll do that for you.”

“Thank you!”

So, Shay waited in anticipation until lunch. It wasn’t that she needed to be asked necessarily. But it would be nice for Ashton to put in more effort than scribbling “yes” and “no” on either of her boobs like he did last week. 

“What are you doing?” Ashton asked, playing along with the improv game even though he was visibly uncomfortable. He had taken Drama so he and Shay could finally have a class together. He hated acting. He much preferred to work backstage. Participating in this stupid improv was killing him. But he played along because the faster he got through it, the faster he could hide in his seat. 

“Asking my girlfriend to Prom!” the girl told him, shooting a wink at Shay. 

Ashton held back the eye roll as he dropped to his knees in front of Shay’s desk as the class erupted in cheers and laughter. Ashton Irwin doing a Promposal? This was pure gold his friends were never going to let him live down. “Will you go to Prom with me, Shay?” he mumbled. 

“Yes,” Shay told him with a smile. 

Ashton took his seat, his face red, and didn’t say a word the rest of lunch. 

“Oh, what’s wrong?” Shay asked, knocking playfully into his shoulder as they walked to 5th period. 

“That was embarrassing…”

“I was just having fun…”

“Well it wasn’t fun for me. It’s not like I’m not taking you to Prom. I was going to ask…”

“When? Prom is literally tomorrow.”

“Just forget it…”

But Shay couldn’t forget it. Something had been off in their relationship for a while. The end was coming, she could feel it. And she wasn’t ready. 

~~~

“Shay! You’re boyfriend’s being dumb again!” a friend shouted and she could hear the laughter from the living room as she peeked her head out of her bedroom. It was Prom and she had offered her house to be the designated go-to spot.

She looked over at her boyfriend who was in his tux, sitting on the couch, grinning stupidly at her. “I handcuffed them the wrong way,” he explained, showing her the predicament he was in. On his right leg was a set of handcuffed, one link right above the other, with the lock facing inwards towards each other, making it impossible to get the key in the lock. 

“Seriously?” she laughed. “One day! You can’t be normal for one day?!”

“Anybody got bolt cutters?”

Bolt cutters were found, courtesy of a friend’s dad and Ashton leg was set free from its prison. “My handcuffs,” he pouted.

“You’re an idiot,” all his friends told him.

~~~

“Night’s almost over,” Shay said, finding Ashton outside. 

“Yeah, sorry. My head’s been killing me all night. Are you having fun?”

She wrapped her arms around him. He admitted to having a headache the minute they got to the dance, so he’d been sitting out all night. “Yeah. But I’d have more fun if you came and danced with me.”

“Last dance, okay?”

“Last dance,” she agreed, heading back inside to dance with her friends. 

When the DJ announced the last song of the night, Ashton headed inside to find Shay. “C’mon, let’s get this over with.”

She laughed and let him sway her back and forth in time to the music, grateful that for one night she felt like they were on the same page again, happy and in love.

~~~

“Oh, wait, let me put on my shoes,” Shay said, noticing the puddle in between her and the limo. She’d rather take the time to slip on her heels than risk putting her dirty barefeet in equally dirty curb water. 

“C’mon,” Ashton said, scooping her up instead and placing her in the limo before crawling in after her. “You’re holding up the line,” he told her while she smiled at his thoughtfulness. Was there a way to always be this in love with a boy forever?

~~~

“Well?” she demanded, tears streaming down her face. “Are you planning to break up with me, yes or no?”

“Damn it! I wanted to wait!”

“You wanted to wait?! How long have you been planning this?!”

“A while…” he admitted. “Look, this has just been hard. But I wanted you to have a good Prom and end of school year. You deserve to be happy.”

“I’m happy with you!”

“Look. Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna hang up the phone. You’re gonna call the girls to come hang out with you. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Don’t do this! Please!”

“Hang up the phone and call them, Shay.”

“No!” she sobbed. “Please! What happened?! What went wrong?! YOU PROMISED!” she was screaming now, hurling everything she had at him, hoping to break his heart the same way he was breaking hers. 

“I’m sorry. Call the girls. Let them be there for you.”

“No! Please!”

“I’m sorry,” he said again before the line went dead.

Shay stayed where she was on her bedroom floor, sobbing. It hurt to breathe. How was she going to survive this? She had chosen to go to a community college to stay close to home for him. She was making plans for her future that included him. And now they were gone. In 1 fuckin phone call. Phone. Call the girls. Let them be there for you. 

“Shay?” Stasia’s voice said, surprised her friend was calling instead of texting. Shay hated to talk on the phone. 

Shay answered in a heart wrenching wail. 

“Stay put, we’ll be right there.”

Her friends came into Shay’s apartment to find her sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly at nothing. 

“Shay, what happened?”

“He… broke… up with… me!” she said, and started to cry again. “He promised me!”

“Promised you what?”

“That we would have kids!”

“Oh, honey!” Three pairs of arms held her together while her world fell to pieces. 

Then, when it got a little easier to breathe, Shay sat in a chair in her kitchen and handed Stasia a pair of scissors. “Cut it off,” Shay said, showing the other girl how short to cut her hair. 

“Shay, that’s a lot…” Stasia said, uncertain about her friend’s ability to make sound decisions. 

“Do it,” Shay whispered. “It grows back.”

#still into you #part 1 #ashton irwin #5sos #shayton #galcal irwin #it has a happy ending I PROMISE!!!! #welcome to my real life love story y'all

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Pub Meetings

Queen x reader 

American Reader lives in London, meeting new people, awkwardness

For my lovely @picking-up-the-glass​ as part of @borhapparker​ ‘s secret Santa. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it!

Ah Christmas, the greatest time of the year. Or is it? Nah I’m just kidding it’s great! The lights, the department stores dressing up their displays like Santa’s workshop, the music no matter how catchy and annoying it may be at times. Family…

Christmas used to be like that. Before I moved to England. I had fallen in love with this beautiful dreamy, cloudy and most certainly rainy city. Christmas in London is so picturesque just like the movies. It’s already my fourth year here and I am still not over it. I pinch myself every morning. I love to walk down the endless rows of merchants in Covet Garden, looking over the endless goods some more exotic than others. I came to a stop at one stall that wasn’t there last year. No one was to be seen inside as I looked around. There were clothes of every colour and pattern, nearing a rack in the back I could hear voices.

“Bloody hell Rog. I’m telling you we need a mirror for our customers.” I hear one voice exclaim.

“I’m telling you Fred, I don’t think we do. It’s enough to carry all the clothes every week. I don’t want to carry a mirror. What if it breaks in the van?” The other voice sounds rather done with the conversation. I hear shuffling and move back to the front near the dresses.

“Hello love, if you need any help us know.” I turn to see two men, a blonde and dark brown almost black brunette. I smile at them and grab a dress that I was keen on and would go with my style.

“Thank you, I was wondering if you had a mirror. I would like to see this on.” I smile at the dark haired man who looks back at the blonde with a knowing look.

“Most unfortunate darling but we don’t have one. But I believe it would look splendid on you.” He gives me a closed lip smile that was genuine.

“Oh that’s quite alright. I do believe so as well. If you don’t mind me asking, I didn’t see your stall last year. Why is that? You have such beautiful clothes.” I ask and the blonde pipes up from the back making me move farther into the stall. There’s just something about these two that makes me feel at home. I’m not sure what it is.  

“You see we’ve been on a waitlist just to have a stall at Covet Garden. It’s very highly sought after. Every year we put in to be here and this is the first year, we’re very lucky I would say.”

“I would say as well.” I agree. I pay for the dress and learn their names. Freddie and Roger. I head back to my dorm after some more shopping around. I am greeted by my lovely room mate Kaitlyn who as I came into the flat was in a messy rush.

“Kait, what’s going on?” I called at her as she flitted from the bathroom and her room.

“There’s a band…. at the pub…. popular... we’re going.” Was all I heard as she finally settled in her room looking through her jewelry box.

“Say that again?” I manage to find a spot on the bed since it was a war zone of clothes everywhere.

“I said, there’s a band that I heard was amazing from Janet and are playing at the pub, anyone that’s popular is going to be there and we’re going.” She put on her final touches and I continued to stare at her.

“Well, aren’t you going to get ready?” She looks at me from her mirror as I am snapped out of my day dream.

“What, oh yeah. Be ready in a shake.” I leave her be to get ready. I wore my new dress and large overcoat since it was snowing out. I kept my hair the same as earlier that day, light curls with my signature bumper bags.

We arrive at the pub and it was packed. Normally there’s maybe forty people at max on the weekends, this was definitely not forty people. I manage to find us a table while Kaity goes to get us a drink. The pub is buzzing as I look up to the stage which is adorned with a drum set and some other instruments.

“It’s pretty packed aint it?” Kaity says as she sets down our drinks. Lemonade for me and a pint of beer for her.

“Yeah more than usual. What’d you say the bands name was?” I ask her and she pointed to the drum set.

“Ah, smile? Funny name.”

“Funny name good band.” She smiles and then the pub is in an uproar. I look back to the stage and four men have taken to it. I don’t recognise them at first, until the lead singer addresses the crowd.

“Hello lovelies!” I immediately smile as I see both Freddie and Roger. I don’t know the other two. Freddie scans the crowd and he stops when our eyes meet. He smiles even bigger and starts to perform.

Oh my God they are amazing! Their energy, Freddie’s energy. He just commands that stage, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his for a second. The way he plays off of the others like a well oiled machine. When they finish and leave the stage I feel sad.

“Oh wow they were amazing!” Kaitlyn exclaims as people start filing out of the pub. We stay seated at our table.

“Yeah they were. So amazing!” I agree with her as more people continue to leave.

“Y’know I did see a certain singer keep looking at you.” Kaitlyn says. I look at her like she’s lost her mind.

“You’re joking! Besides I don’t think he’s my type.” I smack her arm.

“Who’s not your type?” My head couldn’t have turned faster. I look up to see none other than Freddie standing over me and Kaitlyn. She is beyond shocked while I am now more amused.

“Well, you. I would say you’re not my type. But maybe your Kaits type. Huh Kait?” The mention of her name has her attention as she starts blushing and giving me the ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Freddie simply laughs and grabs a nearby chair to join us.

“May I?” He asks before he sits with a beer.

“Of course!” Kaitlyn exclaims and I scoot my chair to make room, “By the way I’m Kaitlyn and this is Y/N.”

“Pleasure is all mine Kaitlyn, Y/N I told you that dress would look lovely on you.” Freddie takes a sip of his beer. I nod in agreement. Kaitlyn however looks confused.

“I feel as though I’m missing something.”

“Oh, I met Freddie earlier today when I was out shopping. They have a stall over in Covent Garden.” Kaitlyn simply says ‘oh’

So what did you think of our show?” Freddie asks both of us to try to break the air I go to answer but Kaitlyn beats me to it. We sit and talk for what seems like hours. We notice that the pub is trying to close.

“Well ladies this has been an absolute pleasure.” Freddie kisses both of our hands after we step outside.

“Agreed.” I say.

“Maybe we can all meet up again. I’ll even bring the boys for you to meet. We could go get coffee?” Freddie asks hopefully. Me and Kaitlyn both look at each other then nod.

“That sounds great. How about next week?” I ask.

“Sounds amazing” We part ways and I could tell that this was the start of something wonderful.

#borhapparker’s borhap secret santa #queen #Roger taylor #freddie mercury #Brian May #John Deacon

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ONE OK ROCK, Waterparks & Stand Atlantic – Ram’s Head Live – Baltimore, MD – March 06, 2019

Eye of the Storm

It was a sold-out night at Ram’s Head Live in Baltimore for Japanese band ONE OK ROCK, just one of many packed shows on this tour. Fans piled into the multi-level venue with ease, thanks to the unique layout of the room, and did the last bit of their waiting before bearing witness to an incredible performance and light show from all three bands on the line-up. It was a much calmer show, crowd-wise, compared to others of similar genres I’ve attended in the past. But the crowd was happy and sang loudly the entire night, with a mini mosh pit forming somewhere in the middle.

Australian natives Stand Atlantic took the stage first with an upbeat, typical pop punk performance. Their on-stage presence was a bit awkward, but it came off as part of their appeal while they played through their set and chatted with the crowd between songs. Part-way through, lead singer Bonnie Fraser changed things up by introducing a saxophone player to the performance. It was a fun little spin on the usual pop-punk sound that we’re all familiar with. Shortly following, the room was beautifully lit up by cell phone lights while the band slowed things down, but they quickly bounced right back into their high energy hooks.

Second in the touring line-up is Waterparks, who have gained quite a name for themselves due to quirky lead singer, Awsten Knight. Lighting-wise, their set was dark and harder to see, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind one bit as Awsten stepped out with a toothbat (something he’s recently become obsessed with and a fan finally gifted to him). The following surrounding this band tends to be high-energy and intense, which is definitely noticeable in the crowd as they power through their set while the venue continues to fill up.

ONE OK ROCK, also sometimes stylized as 10969, rounds out the night with the most spectacular light display I have ever seen by a band, especially in a smaller venue. They’re obviously seasoned performers who don’t fail to impress. For some of us in the crowd, it’s the first time seeing them since they opened for Australian band 5 Seconds of Summer back in 2016. While they were great back then, they’ve really stepped up their game since. Their thirteen-song set, with a one-song encore, was a pretty equal mix of songs of their new album Eye of the Storm and songs from their previous album Ambitions. They opened with “Push Back,” which starts as a chant and was near-mesmerizing to hear everyone in the room join in.

The set is full of an electrifying energy that can be difficult to capture, but provides a different experience, depending where in the room you’re standing. Those in the upper levels of the balcony were able to experience the entire atmosphere. There is a little extra magic, being above the rest of the crowd and hearing the songs sung in unison. While those in the lower levels and on the floor are privileged to a more intimate and personal show as lead singer Taka interacts with the crowd as best as he can from stage. He thanked everyone several times, explaining that they enjoy being back on the east coast, before jumping into another series of songs that feature more chants and fewer instrumentals than some of the earlier work.

About mid-way through the night, things slowed down. It’s interesting watching how the crowd reacts when they aren’t asked to light the room up. A few phones go up, but mostly people look around them and take in the moment while ONE OK ROCK performs “Head High” and fan favorite “Take What You Want.” The harmonies are beautiful to hear in person and Taka sure knows how to nail a high note, earning gasps and cheers from even the hardest-to-please concert-goers. While he jumps around the stage, it’s a wonder how he manages to keep his breath. Then they roll right into another chant, which is unique to their sound. It allows for maximum crowd-interaction and even those who are new to the band can easily learn the words.

There’s a portion of the show that purely focuses on instrumentals between Toru (guitar), Ryota (bass), and Tomoya (drums); switching between solos and battling each other before Taka (vocals) re-enters the stage. It’s an unbelievably epic display of all their individual talents just before the night ends with an encore of “Wasted Nights” off their most recent album. The fans wait around long after the music has died down and the guys have left the stage. There’s a sense of belonging and community in the room that’s hard to find anywhere else besides the live show of your favorite band. Everywhere you look, friends are reconnecting after being separated and someone is giving final hugs before saying goodbye until their next show together. It’s a pleasant end to a wonderful night.

Kaiti Fleeger

Copyright ©2019 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: March 8, 2019.

Photos by Kaiti Fleeger © 2019.

#ONE OK ROCK #Waterparks #Stand Atlantic #2019 #Concert Reviews #Ram's Head Live #Baltimore #Kaiti Fleeger