#on the same fucking world i want to kick a trashcan if i were playing sdv rn i would go on a trashcan rampage

[mypondnow]

wow i popped off tongiht. anyway context is i have been writing journals about my daily doings for therapy and i am obsessed with 1 single thing that happened earlier that made me feel quite awkward and honestly a little pissed 

#i would love to fistfight anyone who claims to be silenced despite being able to post things and get so much attention #while things that actually matter get ignored because it ''doesn't fit the aesthetic'' or ''isn't from my country'' like come on we all live #on the same fucking world i want to kick a trashcan if i were playing sdv rn i would go on a trashcan rampage

[stark-strange-love2]

A Day at the Fair

My submission for the ironstrange fanfic challenge!

Prompt: 

Tony drags Stephen out on a date to the fair, despite Stephen insisting he doesn’t want to go. Tony spends the whole day trying to show Stephen how much fun it is until finally, Stephen breaks down and confesses the real reason he didn’t want to come today. 

Tags:

Omega Stephen Strange, Alpha Tony Stark, high school au

Tony grinned, practically vibrating with excitement as he rolled out of bed. Every year he and Stephen went to the fair, the closest thing their tiny town had to offer for fun. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand.

T: Heeeeeey Steph~

S: Tony? What is it?

T: Well I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the fair this fine day, as per our usual tradition

Stephen took a few minutes to reply. Tony set down his phone, brushed his teeth, dressed, and sat down for breakfast. Stephen still hadn’t replied. Then, as he was pouring cereal, his phone dinged.

S: Idk. I’m not feeling up to it rn

T: Okay… do you wanna come over and hang out then? My parents are out of town… I could even sneak a bottle of wine for us

S: Eh… let’s just go to the fair.

Tony smiled.

T: Great! I’ll pick you up in an hour?

S: Sure

The fair was loud and hot and crowded. It reminded Tony of every fantastic summer with Stephen he could think of. Tony squeezed Stephen’s hand, but Stephen didn’t squeeze back.

“Hey, Steph, are you okay? You seem a little off-color.”

Stephen bit his lip.

“Just tired I guess. I have a bit of a headache.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Tony leaned up and kissed Stephen’s cheek, then down to his unmarked scent gland. “Maybe we can sit down near the back? Have some lunch? I have Asperin too if you need it. We can even go back home if you’d like. Anything for you,” Tony said.

Stephen smiled softly.

“Lunch sounds good.”

He finally squeezed Tony’s hand back.

“Ugh, don’t they have anything remotely healthy?” Stephen bitched, scrunching up his face at the third deep-fried Oreo stand they passed.

“Oh? Are you doing another vegan kick or something?”

Stephen shook his head, cheeks pink.

“Uh- no. No, just trying to eat a little healthier, that’s all.”

“Can you take a break for today?” Tony asked. God knew he wasn’t planning on eating well today.

“Well… I mean…” Stephen worried his lip between his teeth. “I’d just feel better if I ate healthily, that’s it.” He didn’t meet Tony’s eyes.

They finally found something reasonably healthy- chicken tenders and lemonade- and sat down at a table under a large tree. Somewhere in the background, a band was playing. Stephen picked at his food while Tony happily munched away.

“After this do you want to go on a ride?” tony asked.

Stephen shook his head.

“No rides.”

“Why? Are you still not feeling well?”

Stephen didn’t meet Tony’s eyes, electing instead to look off into the never-ending distance, hazy with the feeling of the fair, a haziness that stayed in Stephen’s mind and mulled like a roiling, humid cloud of every problem that had ever graced him. The heat clung to his skin. His stomach turned and he looked down, his arms folded over his abdomen. Tony could smell the scent of unhappy omega from across the table.

“Yeah. Not feeling great,” he lied.

Tony’s eyes were so warm and comforting that Stephen’s stomach couldn’t help but crawling higher into his throat and nestling there like some sort of weak and defenseless baby bird. Stephen’s cheeks were hot with shame.

“Are you sure that’s everything? Please tell me if something’s bothering you, Stephen. I love you. I want to help.”

Stephen’s stomach churned and he ran to the nearest trashcan and threw up. Tony leaped to his feet and rushed over but Stephen waved him away.

“Oh God- oh God Stephen!” Tony cried.

“I’m- I’m fine,” Stephen coughed. He wiped his mouth and downed his lemonade, popping a few breath mints into his mouth. He let out a low groan and took a deep breath.

“Jesus Stephen, let’s go home. You’re sick. You need to rest.” “No. You brought me here on a date. We’re staying.” The resolution in Stephen’s voice felt strong and clear and hard and unwavering, the same way a freshly poured asphalt highway stretches on and on and on until it dissolves into a dazzling mirage. Endless and resolute in a way that made Tony feel tiny in comparison.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Stephen ate his last chicken tender and tossed the tray.

“Maybe we can try at one of those fair games,” Stephen offered.

“Aren’t they all rigged?”

“Well that makes winning more impressive,” Stephen said with a grin.

Stephen took Tony’s hand and they walked through the fair before stopping at a booth: balloons and darts. Stephen bent over, looking at the booth. Then there was a loud whistle and a squeak from Stephen that had Tony’s alpha growling in his chest. Tony turned and snapped at the fuck boy alpha that currently had his hand on his omega’s ass. Stephen turned and slapped the guy’s hand away, face red and furious. His blue-green eyes burned like two twin stars hovering above the ocean horizon.

“Hey sweet-cheeks, what’s a pretty little omega like you doing with a boring alpha like him?” the guy said with a thousand-watt smile.

“Not interested.”

“Aw, come on baby, don’t be like that.”

“He said he’s not interested,” Tony growled.

The guy rolled his eyes.

“Fine, tightass.”

He stalked away and Stephen’s resolve broke. His entire body drooped and he sank into his seat, the smell of pure displeasure and unhappiness radiating from him like a morning fog over a valley. Tony sighed and pulled Stephen to his chest, holding him tight.

“Fuck Stephen- I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Stephen mumbled.

But there was a flat sort of grey hanging in his eyes and Tony knew it wasn’t okay, but he also knew there was nothing he could ever do. Tony held him close, whispering gentle things into Stephen’s ears.

“Hey, I saw what happened.” Tony looked up to see the carnival stand girl looking apologetic at the two of them. “I don’t know if this would make you feel better, but would you like to play a few rounds for free? It’s on the house.”

Tony smiled and looked to Stephen.

“Does that sound fun?”

Stephen shrugged, laying his chin on the counter.

“You play. I’ll watch.”

Tony nodded, a plan in mind. He missed the first shot but nailed the next four. Then he aimed for the bright yellow balloon titled ‘10,000 points.’ It was tiny, underinflated, and unlikely to pop from elasticity tension. Tony ran a few trajectory equations through his head, nibbling at his lip. He had two darts left. Gravity was his best bet, if he could arc the dart so it landed into the balloon, he might stand a chance. All the other balloons were one point, and by now, he could maybe get Stephen one of those cute little teddy bears, but he wanted to get Stephen something bigger. Like that giant fluffy round hamster plushy the size of Tony’s body.

The first dart missed, bouncing off the board and falling to the ground. Tony took a deep breath and tossed the last dart in a high arc, watching as it fell and fell and fell and gained velocity until it popped the yellow balloon with a loud snap.

Stephen grinned and clapped and Tony did a little dance. The girl grinned.

“Congratulations! What prize would you like?”

Tony grinned and pointed up at the massive hamster. The girl pulled down the hamster and passed it to Tony who promptly passed it to Stephen.

“Hey, I know today hasn’t been great, but I’m really glad I got to spend time with you today. You never fail to make me happy, even when the whole world feels bad, and I want you to know I want to be there for you, on all the good days and bad.”

Stephen looked at the hamster, then back at Tony. He sniffled and broke down in tears.

“Oh God- Stephen? Was it something I said? Are you okay? Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Tony stammered.

Stephen whimpered, tears pouring down his face. Then he turned and ran, the hamster in his arms as he wove through the crowd and through carnival stands. Tony stared after him, heart sinking. He stood there for a second before taking off after Stephen.

It took him twenty minutes to find Stephen in one of the animal shows, surrounded by cages of fluffy baby bunnies. He was crying silently into the hamster, squeezed tight in his arms. Tony knelt beside him.

“Stephen?” His voice was soft. Something was very wrong. “Please… please just tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.”

Stephen looked away. His chest was so full of lead he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He felt heavy and dense, like an ancient tree rooted to the ground, bark worn by the elements but still there. Unmoving. Unable to move.

“Please.”

Stephen let out a choked whimper.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you.” His voice was cracking and frail. So weak. But it was the truth.

“That’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re safe… are you safe?” Tony asked, taking Stephen’s hands in his.

Stephen nodded.

“It’s just… I don’t know.” Stephen hung his head.

“It’s okay not to know,” Tony whispered. “Do you want to go home now?”

Stephen shook his head.

“I want to ride the Ferris Wheel. Like we do every year.”

Tony smiled softly and hugged Stephen, staying there for a second, the way a curling vine of ivy finds comfort in cracked bark, grey with exhaustion. They stayed there for a bit, nestled amongst the animal cages and beneath the flair of the crowded festival like the world was fog and they were the grass, rooted in place.

Stephen moved first, reaching up and pulling himself to his feet and then reaching for Tony to help him up.

“You know, you’re the best alpha I could have ever wished for,” Stephen said with a small, bittersweet smile.

“Well… I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to fall in love with,” Tony responded.

“Do you promise you’ll always be with me? Through everything?” Stephen asked, squeezing Tony’s hand.

“Of course. I love you, Stephen. And nothing can ever make me stop.”

Tony leaned up and kissed Stephen softly, sweetly. Stephen let his eyes drift closed and he savored every single saccharine second.

They found the Ferris Wheel easily. It was the center of the fair, after all. And one long line later they were sitting in a car going up and up and up. Stephen fidgeted quietly. It was funny how the second all you needed was time it seemed to twist and turn and go faster and faster so blindingly fast you can barely even remembered what you prepared to say. When the carriage got halfway up its arc Stephen bit his lip, letting out a little, tightly-wound sigh.

“Tony… I need to tell you what’s wrong. I’ve been avoiding it all day, but… I just wanted one last good day with you before it all changed.” Stephen looked over the edge of the carriage and let out a dry chuckle. “Although I suppose I ruined my chance at that, too.”

“What- what are you talking about?” Tony’s voice was on edge.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

Stephen stared at Tony full-on. He kept searching for something other than shock but it was like combing a beach for something that just wasn’t there. Stephen’s hands started to shake.

“T-Tony? Please say something.”

Stephen’s voice sounded so small. He felt so small.

“Am I- Am I the dad?” Tony finally asked.

Anger flared deep in Stephen’s gut and for a moment he wanted to slap Tony off of the stupid Ferris Wheel.

“Of course you’re the father!” Stephen snapped. “You fucking idiot- you really think I’m screwing a dozen alphas behind your back?”

His scent soured and he turned away, glaring. Tony stayed quiet.

“Whatever. You probably want to break up with me now anyways. Just do it. I don’t want to have you pretend to care about this. I’ll just… forget about my full-ride to Columbia. I doubt my parents will even let me go. They want me to stay on the farm and become a good obedient little housespouse omega.” Stephen let out an involuntary whimper. Tears were pouring down his cheeks and he hugged himself. “I thought I was going to be happy… I thought I was going to have a future, but I- I don’t know anymore!”

The whole world felt like it was collapsing, folding in an compressing into one invincible singularity stuck in Stephen’s windpipe. Everything was spinning and hot and his head hurt so so much… Stephen closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, sobbing.

Then, Tony gently wrapped his arms around Stephen, pulling the crying omega to his chest.

“Shh… it’s okay. I’m sorry, I just… I’m a father…” A small smile appeared on Tony’s face. “I couldn’t believe it. But Stephen, whatever you choose to do, this is your choice, and I will back you up 1,000%. I love you, and I meant it when I said I would stay with you no matter what. I know how much medical school means to you, and I swear that I can help you take care of our child so you can study if you choose to keep it. You don’t need to give up your dream, your dream can always stay. If you choose not to keep it, then I’ll be there for you too. No matter what you choose, we’re in this together.”

Stephen let his hands fall away from his face and his head plop on Tony’s shoulder. He was still crying and shaking, but this time from happiness. Tony wasn’t leaving him. He wasn’t going to be stuck alone on a farm his whole life. He would be okay. They would be okay.

He turned and tackled Tony in a hug, enough to rattle their cart. Tony laughed and held them as they reached the top of the Ferris Wheel, watching as the sun set over the fair and the town and everything surrounding it and turned it all to gold.

#ironstrange fanfic challenge #ironstrange fanfiction #ironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #omega stephen strange #alpha tony stark #iron man #doctor strange #avengers #supremefamily #marvel #mcu

[onechicagorpf]

Two Can Play This Game

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med ED doctor)

Summary: Y/N and Jay have a very undefined relationship, which causes problems when Jay decides to meet with Ally, his ex, for drinks. Y/N’s not one to take things lightly, so when Jay dismisses her jealousy she decides to give him a taste of his own medicine...

Warnings: Loud yelling-at-each-other arguments, which can be triggering, so please watch out! Swearing + dubious medical content, as per usual lol

A/N: I just needed a break before I got started on Not A Stranger Part 4, so this happened! Enjoy! As per usual, please leave comments if you really liked it - they mean a lot!

The sun is bearing down on you hard, and you feel a trickle of sweat go down the back of your neck.

“Need a drink?” It’s Ethan, tossing a cool bottle of water at you. Grinning, you catch it and quickly begin to empty it into your mouth.

Ethan’s frowning, looking up into the sky. “Some days, I just don’t get Chicago. It’s either freezing because it’s the polar vortex, or it’s boiling hot because - well. Whatever. I hate this.” Crushing the plastic bottle, you toss it into a nearby trashcan. “We’ve cleared everyone?” You ask, gesturing to the relatively less frantic movement of firefighters, cops, and doctors on the road. Ethan nods.

A gas explosion had gone off in an apartment, and it was bad enough that CFD paged ED doctors to come down and treat some patients on the scene. Natalie, Connor, Lanik and the student doctors opted to stay behind and hold down the fort, so you were dispatched out with Will and Ethan. For the last hour and a half, you’d been busy running triage and treating whatever burns, smoke inhalations, and other trauma injuries came your way. Luckily, the fire had been contained to just one floor, so there were only a few really awful burns. But of course, this is Chicago so there’s only so much luck going around.

The building was an old one, and that coupled with several structural defects meant that the south face of the building had partially collapsed. So in essence, for every burn victim CFD pulled out, there were about three penetrating or blunt traumas from falling concrete.

“Yeah, but I’d rather treat trauma from a falling object than burns any day,” Ethan comments and you raise your eyebrows. “See, if you’d told me that at the start I would’ve just taken all the burn vics and tossed the rest to you.” Ethan throws his hands up, as you start laughing. “Okay hold on, I didn’t say I wanted to take them all – ” “You guys good?” Cruz swings by, soot and sweat on his face. He takes off his helmet with a sigh, and his shoulders sag like he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Should be asking you that. Are you guys done with search and rescue?” You ask, kicking a nearby plastic chair towards him. Cruz thanks you and starts taking off his equipment. “Yeah, we’ve cleared building. CPD’s in there now.” You nod, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of the police - well specifically at the thought of one detective who you know is on scene…

Except you’re supposed to be mad at him now, so stop thinking about him!

“So they think this is arson? And that it’s related to some case Intelligence is working?” Ethan asks, and Cruz nods, “Seems that way, yeah.”

There’s a moment of silence, and your eyes scan the area, watching patrol officers lift up police tape for the last few victims being wheeled into ambulances. You get up, ready to check with Will if he’s ready to go back when Cruz kicks at your feet, a cheeky smile on his face.

“So what’s this I hear about you and the younger Halstead being on the outs?” His eyes light up, and you groan, swearing. Ethan laughs, and you shoot him a glare, to which he simply shrugs like as if he’s got nothing to do with this.

You turn back to Cruz, narrowing your eyes at him. “Who told you and what do you know?”

“All I know is that you and Jay were both at Molly’s last night and you didn’t even look at each other.” Cruz pouts, acting all sad. “What happened to my favourite detective-doctor duo, huh? Why the trouble in paradise?”

You roll your eyes. “We’re fine. We just…were hanging out with different groups of people last night.” Shrugging your shoulders, you lean against the nearby table of supplies, trying to look all nonchalant. Ethan raises his eyebrows, “So you’re definitely not pissed about the blonde chick Jay had drinks with 2 nights ago?”

“Okay, fuck you - ” You exclaim, unable to hide your rage at that memory. Which Ethan and Cruz find hilarious, apparently, because they’re throwing their heads back and laughing.

“You guys suck,” You punch Cruz in the arm as you walk away; the two men calling you back while still laughing. You flip your middle finger at them, which elicits an outraged “Hey!” Shaking your head, you chuckle as well.

The Med ED/Firehouse 51/Intelligence circle is a tight one and you love it - love having friends who are more or less in the same line of work, friends you can lean on, friends who don’t get pissed when you have to cancel on them last minute. But the flip side of that is the fact that nothing stays secret. Gossip is most the valuable currency in that social circle, so if Cruz and Ethan know, then it’s not a bad guess to think everyone knows.

“Dude, c’mon. You’re an adult. Just take the damn injection!” Severide’s voice catches your attention, and you turn. He’s standing at the back of an ambulance, with Will and Jay by his side (your heart, again, skips a beat, which only pisses you off because ugh, you’re so bad at being angry at him!). The three of them are crowded around a fairly attractive, topless blonde man sitting in the back of the ambulance, shaking his head vehemently. You start making your way towards them, listening in.

“Hell nah – I’m not letting you stab me with that shit – ” The guy’s eyes are wide, and he’s leaning back from Will.

“It’s just a tetanus shot,” Will explains, exasperated. He points to the guy’s side, where a bandaged piece of gauze has been stuck to his skin. “The rusty stairwell scratched you, so you need to get a tetanus shot.”

“I said, I’m not fucking doing needles!” Hot blond guy yells and Jay runs his hand down his face. “Okay dude seriously, I can’t question you about the fire unless you get treated first, so please just take the damn shot so we can all move on with our lives – ”

“What’s going on?” You interject, hands on your hips. All four men turn, and you’re very careful to not make eye contact with Jay. Will and Kelly both immediately shoot furtive glances at Jay once they see you, so obviously they also know that you and Jay are having an argument. Great!

I mean, it has to have been Jay’s fault, because you didn’t tell anyone…well except for Natalie…who might have told Maggie…who might have told April…who might have told Kelly - shit. Well, it doesn’t matter. The whole thing is only happening because of Jay. Technically the two of you weren’t really dating – it was just a couple of hookups, but then you also started hanging out a lot together, and it got to the point where everyone knew that the two of you were basically kinda sorta an item.

You liked that you guys never had to sit down and talk about what exactly the two of you were – all that meant was that you guys were strong and confident and that you didn’t need to have a discussion about where you stood!

Or at least that’s what it meant to you. Jay apparently thought it meant it was completely okay to go have drinks with an on and off ex from high school, who he’d admitted to you he’d hooked up with on multiple occasions in the past. When you (rightfully!) got pissed at him, he just frowned and said “What’s the problem? We’re not together.”

To which you responded very maturely.

So maturely!

In a very, very responsible way…

Okay, fine, maybe you screamed “FUCK YOU!” at the top of your lungs and left his apartment, slamming his front door loud enough to wake up all the neighbours.

You get that you’re maybe being a little over-dramatic, and maybe it is on you because you just assumed you didn’t have to have that conversation with Jay. But it hurt you immensely how he thought it was okay to go have drinks with an ex (an ex!) without thinking about you at all.

“Blake here tripped on his way down the fire escape and got scraped by a rusty stairwell, but he’s refusing his tetanus shot.” Will explains, snapping you out of your reverie.

You turn to the guy just in time to catch him giving you a very slow once over, smirking.

Okay…

“How come a big strong guy like you is scared of needles, hmm?” You tilt your head, putting on your best flirty voice. It’s just a thing that tends to work with unruly male patients, you’ve learned over the years.

And yeah, maybe it can be a side benefit that Jay’s going to be an audience to you flirting with someone else…serves him right!

“I’m uh, I’m not actually scared of needles. Just didn’t trust that guy – ” He nods towards Will, who throws his hands in the air, “ – to do a good job you know? Take a delicate hand for these things. Speaking of which…you look like you’re pretty good with your hands,” Blake licks his lips, flirting with you blatantly. You have to press your lips against each other to not burst out laughing.

“Dude…” Jay threatens in a deep, dark voice, but stops when you turn around and grab the tetanus shot pack out of Will’s hands. You step towards Blake, who’s looking up at you with lust in his eyes as he shifts for you. Wiping his shoulder down with an alcohol swab, you find a good spot.

“I’m pretty good with my hands too, by the way,” Blake supplies, winking and you nod. “I’ll bet,” You reply, as someone behind you scoffs. From the corner of your eye, you can see Kelly turn away, trying not to laugh.

You’re much closer to Blake than you really need to be, not that he minds – in fact you’re pretty sure he’s having a great time checking you out up close. He curses under his breath when you inject him, but quickly recovers. You rub on the jab site once done, and trash the used pack. “Good to go,” You shoot Blake a smile. “Oh, one more thing!”

You turn, looking at a very frowny, jaws tight, arms-crossed-over-his-chest Jay Halstead. “Let me borrow that,” You reach forward and take his notepad and pen from him, before scribbling down your number on the top most sheet. Ripping it off, you press it against Blake’s chest, winking. Blake’s hands come up to take the piece of paper, grinning, briefly brushing your fingers as you pull away. Jay’s jaw is on the floor when you return his notepad and pen to him, and you can see Will just shake his head at you, amusement all over his face.

“Alright, let’s go!” You say to Will, and the two of you plus Kelly leave Jay behind with Blake.

“Jay’s going to murder that guy, you know right?” Kelly asks, once you’re out out earshot from Jay. “Like, he’s going down for a homicide. You just got an innocent man killed.” You chuckle and Will lets out a low whistle.

“I’m not gonna say he didn’t have that coming, but damn that was harsh.” The older Halstead says, still laughing.

Shrugging your shoulders, you act innocent. “I don’t know what you guys are talking about – I was just making friends!”

Will and Kelly both look at each other before looking back at you.

“Oh, yeah, of course – ”

“Obviously, what else could that have been – ”

You punch them both in the shoulder at their faux-agreement, the three of you laughing. Ethan comes over, saying there’s an ambulance ready to take them back to Med. You and Will say your goodbyes to Kelly, and take your leave.

***

It’s almost midnight when you finally get home. Hip-checking your door close behind you, you start undoing your scarf and carelessly toss it onto your coffee table, before collapsing onto your couch. Your hand roams the crevices of your couch, finding the plastic remote and turning on your TV. Rubbing your eyes while yawning, your TV comes alive to the news of the day. As if on cue, the screen is filled with videos of the building from earlier this morning.

“…while the gas explosion was first assumed to be an accident, it was later proven by CPD Intelligence that it was started by Derrick Henderson, a 35 year-old construction worker from Englewood, who…”

There’s a knock on your door, three loud raps. You blink, confused, and there’s another three. Frowning, you sit up, and you hear: “Y/N, I know you’re in there, c’mon just…just let me in, please,” Jay’s voice is muffled from the other side of your front door, but you know it’s him. Groaning, you get up and make your way over, unlatching your door.

“What do you want.” You intone, seeing him standing there in your threshold. He grabs the door with his hand, like as if he’s afraid you’re gonna shut the door in his face.

“I think I owe you an apology,” Jay starts and you hum, agreeing. “And then I think you owe me an apology,” He finishes, and your mouth falls open.

“What the fuck did I do!” You yell, shoving against his chest. Unfortunately for you, he doesn’t even budge - which is kinda hot, actually, wait, dammit - focus!

Jay’s eyes go wide, like he can’t believe you’re claiming innocence. “Are you kiddi – that whole thing! With – with Blake, the fucking moron, who was basically stripping you with his eyes! That was so unnecessary – ”

“You literally went on a date with your ex and you’re telling ME what’s unnecessary?! You – ”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Your neighbour from down the hall yells, and both you and Jay shut up. “NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS YOU FUCKING MORONS!”

Jay scoffs, and turns to step down your hallway to your neighbour’s apartment when you reach out, grab him by his tee and unceremoniously drag him into your apartment. Slamming the door behind you, you turn to give him a piece of your mind.

“You’re the asshole who told me that we weren’t really together so it didn’t matter if you went out with your ex-girlfriend! So why the fuck is it a problem if I give my number out, huh?!”

Jay throws his hands in the air. “I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t fucking – I wasn’t thinking when I did what I did and I can see know that it probably really hurt you, but I swear I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t want to hurt you; I just fucked up. But you – you went out of your WAY to piss me off – ”

“ALL I DID WAS GIVE OUT MY NUMBER – ”

“IN FRONT OF ME! TO SOME OTHER GUY! WHEN I – ”

The two of you jump when there’s loud banging on your door. “I’M CALLING THE FUCKING POLICE ON YOU TWO!”

Jay wrenches your door open and you see your pissed off neighbour on the other side. “I’M HER BOYFRIEND AND I’M THE FUCKING POLICE, SO YOU’D JUST BE CALLING ME!” He slams the door shut and turns, running his hands over his face.

“Okay, okay, we gotta stop yelling. Anyway, my point is – what?” Jay asks, as you stand unmoving, mouth slightly open.

When you eventually find your voice, all you can say is - “You’re my boyfriend?”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you – ” Jay smiles, reaching for you but you just step back.

“That you just decided you’re my boyfriend? Because this relationship is an autocracy?” You glare at him, getting angry again. The nerve of this guy!

Not that your heart didn’t practically soar when he called himself your boyfriend, but…

“No, no, we’re very democratic, and we should talk about this more, once we’re done with all the yelling.” Jay announces, and then he smiles. “I’m just saying I love you.”

“See, no, this is exactly the kind of issue with you - you just make decisions and act like you’re right and you can do whatever you want and you can go out with your ex if you want and that’s all supposed to be fine but the moment I – as a joke – hand out my number to some guy to give you a taste of your medicine, I’m the one who crossed a line and – wait, what?” You cut yourself off, confused if you’re hearing things.

“There we go,” Jay laughs, a fond smile etched on his face, as you finally process what he said.

“Did you just…did you just say you love me?” You ask, your voice soft as you step up to him.

“Yeah,” Jay’s grinning now, right in front of you. “I’m sorry it took me a while to realise it, but…I love you.”

You just blink at him for a couple of seconds, eyes starting to tear up. And then you punch him in the chest as hard as you can.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Jay asks, eyes wide as he frowns, wholly confused.

“You fucking – fuck!” You whisper angrily, not wanting to piss off your neighbour again. “You had to fucking go out on a date with your ex-girlfriend and piss me the fuck off and make me make you jealous before you realised that you love me?!”

“I’ve been hit in the head multiple times…?” Jay shrugs apologetically.

“You’re an idiot.” You say, before cupping the back of his neck with your hand and pulling him down to press your lips together.

You can feel Jay smile through the kiss, bringing his hands up to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss, parting your lips. You’ve kissed each other many times before, in many ways – good morning pecks, in-the-middle-of-sex makeouts, teasing neck kisses – but something about this kiss is entirely new. It’s just…warm, and loving, and delicate and beautiful and just – just perfect.

When you pull apart, the two of you rest your foreheads against each other, smiling like dumb idiots.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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Starcrossed Losers 2.V (Josh Wheeler xF!Reader)

A/N: Now that I have more time on my hands expect a whole lot more of this baby coming your way :) -Danny

Words: 2,243

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Listen to me :)

Listen.

I'm not trying to defy my boyfriend's authority around here, can you really blame me for what I'm trying to do?

I don't get how the others aren't freaking out about this, like, those kids have eyes everywhere and now there's some freaky cult controlling them, right out of a dystopian story! Though I guess our whole situation may seem dystopian in general, I mean look at us, bunch of kids pretending to know what we're doing.

Either way, I'm just doing a quiet field trip, Nathan will come back with news of whether Sam will help or not, and we'll just look around the place... nothing more.

I don't have a death wish. I promise. Katie's death isn't weighing on me, I don't want to join her anytime soon, I'm actually quite happy, all things considered.

Then why am I here, the first hour in the morning, waiting for Nathan to come back?

Maybe I'm feeling like I have some adrenaline here that wasn't used and after going to one place and another now I can't stay still. And also because those AV kids might really need our help.

I find Nathan halfway to the school, he's not alone, Sam, Mona and Maya are with her. I groan a little at the sight of my former friend, and I can tell by her expression she wasn't expecting to see me either.

"Goodmorning, my queen," I smile at Sam, bowing a little just to make the ambience lighter.

"L/N," She bows back, her mocked solemnity making me grin in return. "Nathan has told us the issue, but only the basics. Care to tell us more?"

I tell them everything I know, I even play for them the last minutes of the newest episode, I see my worry reflected on Sam's eyes and I know I came to the right place.

"I knew Melissa," Sam said grimly. "She had the talent to see the positive things out of everything...  You have the map?"

"I memorized it."

"Cool, then let's go."

"What?" I blink. "Hold on, Sam, we can't just show up."

Sam frowns. "Why not?"

"Didn't you hear the recording? I don't know what the fuck happened there but it sounded like they were heavily armed, or at least that they are very violent."

"Well, you have a sledgehammer, Nathan has his crossbow, Mona has..." She looked over her shoulder. "Mona has herself. Maya has a pocket knife..."

"What about you?"

She shows me a taser and winks. "Think we're good to go."

"I don't know..." I bite my lip.

"Okay, here's a suggestion," Nathan starts. "Let's not fight yet? I know for a fact that Alex would kill me if you die."

"And?"

Nathan looks at me with this truly confused glance.

"I don't want you to die, Y/N."

I beam at his comment, however, Maya makes sure to ruin it right away.

"Yeah well, you haven't been around her enough lately, have you?"

"Neither have you, Maya," Sam gives her a warning look. "Y/N, we won't force you to go with us if you feel it's too risky, just tell us where to go."

"I won't let you go alone! It was my idea!" I exclaim, then pinch the bridge of my nose with a little exasperation. "Fine, we go. But we have to be quiet and we won't attack unless we really have to."

Sam and Nathan agree right away, Mona and Maya grunt and scoff, but I guess that's a yes.

We start moving then, only to stop five minutes later.

"Do you guys hear that?" I lift my hand so everyone stays quiet.

"Hear what?" asks Maya.

I hush her again, and turn to my right, recognizing the bright backpack peering from a trashcan.

"An!" I hiss in annoyance.

I quickly skate to the trashcan and lift the lid, revealing the tiny figure of Angelica looking up to me with a guilty smile.

"Surprise?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same," She frowns. "Josh told you to leave it alone."

"Since when do you listen to Josh?" I scoff.

"Since I realized a bunch of nerdy weirdos aren't worth risking my tribe!" She rolled her eyes. "They're probably dead already, Y/N! We should go back to the mall!"

She whines and pulls my arm as if to trying to drag me, I snatch my arm away and glare at her.

"I can't leave more people behind, not again."

Well, maybe this is about Katie a bit.

"You think those kids will thank you?" Angelica insisted. "They're losers! As soon as they find a better place they'll squirm away to the safest cave, there's a reason why rats survive longer than heroes, Y/N."

"I swear to god, sometimes what comes out of your mouth doesn't make any fucking sense," I reply. "Go back to the mall and stay there, if Josh asks, tell him I went to the school to finish my negotiations with Sam."

"I won't lie, he'll kick me out with you!"

"He won't kick me out!"

"Why not? You think he'll stop just because you make out a few times during the week? He could easily do the same with any other girl– No offence, but if he got over Sam Dean he can get over–"

"Stop!" I say, really not looking forward to hearing the end of that sentence. "You're already in trouble by knowing where I am, so you either come with me or you get lost but choose now because we don't have time for your temper tantrums!"

Angelica stares at me with that little frown she does before taking down her backpack and grabbing her taser.

"Fine," She growls. "But you better move your annoying ass faster, you're way easy to follow even while wearing those stupid roller skates."

"I was trying to be quiet," I argue.

"Wait, she's coming too?" Mona frowns. "We can't be babysitting while we search for a cult."

"I don't need a babysitter," Angelica rolls her eyes. "I could kill you in a heartbeat if I wanted to..."

"I'd like to see you try–"

"Okay!" Sam interrupted. "Let's just... keep going..."

As we keep going Nathan and I engage in a comfortable chat, it's weird to see him again, but not as weird as with Alex, I guess that by now I'm just used to find random people from my past. I'm not trying to avoid it, I don't mind being reminded of my past now that I have things to look forward to. I'm not sure exactly what, but I know I have a future, and maybe that future lies here or somewhere else, but as long as I stay alive I have one, and that's enough.

Nathan and I kinda have the much-needed talk about the elephant in the room, how we were an almost something, surprisingly enough, there are no hard feelings coming from either of us.

'Well the wind it brought my sails to you And my course was true We talked about the lovers we had How they never followed through Oh they never follow through'

"I still regret leaving you like that though," He tells me. "It's not that I was sick of you guys, I just... I don't know, felt like I was wasting my chance somehow?"

"Your chance?"

"Yeah, I mean during high school I was just the 'nice guy', you know? After the nuke I thought I would find something else to be but I'm still the nice guy, I let you escape when you stole half of our weapons, and now I keep Maya from doing fucked up things with the tribe when she thinks no one's paying attention..."

"That's a good thing to do," I try to cheer him up.

"I wish I could be more like you," He smiled fondly at me.

"What do you mean? The artsy girl?" I snort.

"You weren't the artsy girl– I don't know, you were just... you. I never felt like you had to belong anywhere to be worth something... I'm not like that."

"Maybe I never tried to belong, but I was lonely," I sigh. "I obsessed with reading of other worlds, imagining alternate lives that my actual real-life just felt... out of place. I always felt something was missing. The only time I had the feeling that my life was going somewhere for the first time was when... when you asked me out."

Nathan smiles at me, and even though I feel a little guilty about it, I can't help but feel glad that I can witness such a breathtaking smile from so close.

'You told me how the life you lead Is a made up thing How you wish you were as interesting As half the things you read Oh as half the things you read'

"Ah, I don't know," He sighs, looking away from me. "I guess I wasn't made to be part of a tribe, I really liked my time as a loner, you know?"

"Then why did you stop?"

He smiled again. "Because I also really liked you."

I blush at his statement, but I try to remain as neutral as possible.

"Well, if I'm allowed to say it, love is a really stupid reason to quit a good life," I admit.

"What?" He laughs. "Didn't you join your tribe because of Josh?"

"Not only because of Josh!" I defend myself. "I also joined because I had a purpose, I take care of them."

"Well, but most of them can take care of themselves now, don't they?" He teased. "C'mon, the only reason why you stayed is that Josh has you wrapped around his finger."

I frown a little at that.

Nathan kinda has a point, right? Alex already has my notebook filled with first-aid treatments and indications, most of the kids now know how to fix a broken bone. Do they really need me?

"Hey, not that it's bad," He adds, nudging my arm. "If I had what you have with Josh I would stay too, you guys seem happy."

Are we happy?

'I'm a wanderer I've always been undone And the shadows cast upon my soul Are clawing from the sun'

How much of this happiness will last once we get used to each other? And how much of that happiness is what it's keeping us together right now?

Are we really done with running away from places and being alone? I said I was, Josh said he wanted to stay with me. We said we'd be together. We are together.

Angelica's words come back to me in full force: 'If he could get over Sam, what makes you think he wouldn't be able to forget about you too?'

'I'm sure it's nice to think I'm something that you need But I promise when the sun ascends you'll see that's just a dream I'll never come around'

Do I really trust in love enough as to let it build the rest of my life? My future depends on whether Josh and I stay as a couple, and out of the two of us, I'm the one who'll lose the most if we break.

I obviously enjoy my time with Josh, and I really like him... but is liking him enough reason for him to stay? Or he'll leave as soon as I push the right button?

Just like with Sam...

'I must admit that the faith I had Is fleeting fast Cause you told me how you never let go And how that keeps you in the past'

No. I won't start this again. Josh already proved himself thousands of times. He chose me, he stayed with me. More yet, he came back for me when I left.

"It's here," I say abruptly, stopping dead in my tracks.

Everyone stops behind me. Ahead of us, there's a huge mansion, not too far from where Josh's old safe place is. It looks empty, but there's a security camera that luckily isn't pointing our way. I signal the group to give a few steps back and we hide around the corner.

"Okay, we need to get closer, we need to make sure they're–"

"Psst!"

I stop and straighten in my place.

"Did someone just 'pst' at us?"

"Psst!"

"Oh shit," Nathan looks up to the window above us and quickly prepares the crossbow. "Don't move!"

"Hey hey hey, it's fine!" The girl's voice says from the second floor. "You guys need to get out of the street right now, they're going to be here soon."

"What?"

"Come in!"

"Yeah, like we're going to listen to a stranger," Maya scoffs. "How do we know you're not with them."

"I know you," She says simply, then she turns to look at me and smiles. "I know your boyfriend. I talked to him once."

"What?" I tilt my head. "You mean after the nuke or..?"

"When you left the mall, he came to see me," She adds calmly. "Come in, I won't hurt you."

Her words make something inside my head click:

"Mavis?"

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Is This Embarrassing Chapter 2

PAIRING: KEVEDD (Kevin x Edd) [Ed, Edd n Eddy]

Rating: T (for cursing and violence)

Chapter two is here!!! before you read it please read the first chapter here: 

https://xx-autmnlvr-xx.tumblr.com/post/629007052968214528/is-this-embarrassing-chapter-1

I hope you enjoy!!!!

  Edd woke up on a couch. The couch was a grassy green with plaid markings and smelled of lavender. He smiled at the warmth and tried to go back to sleep until he realized that it wasn't his couch. He jerked up into a sitting position and looked around. The living room was nice and clean, save for some dirty cleats and his own shoes by the door. The clock by the window said 9 pm. He looked up at the wall and made a surprised noise, his cheeks turning pink. There was a family picture hanging on the wall and in the middle of his parents was Kevin.

  "Oh my. H-how did I end up in Kevin's home??" Edd whispered to himself, gripping his hat tightly around his head. He jumped when he heard a voice.

  "Dork! You're awake! I was starting to think you died or something." Kevin walked around the couch shirtless, wearing sweatpants and rubbing a towel on his hair. He smiled at Edd and sat down beside him.

  Edd blushed redder, looking away, "hey, Kevin. What happened?"

  "Well I don't really know. When you didn't show up to the game, I got worried since you always watched. So, I looked for you on my way home, thinking Eddy got you to do another scam. That's when I saw your legs hanging out of a trashcan." Kevin started rubbing the towel on his shoulder.

  "So, I carried you here and tried to clean your wounds." That's when Edd noticed the band-aids all over his arms. He smiled, thinking of how Kevin was thoughtful enough to patch him up.

  "Thank you, Kevin. That was really kind of you." Double D looked at him and noticed his concerned look.

  "Double D, what happened back there? Those looked serious."

  "Oh, it was just Ky--" he suddenly remembered that Kyle and Larry were football players. If he said anything they would find out. He bit his lip.

  Kevin raised an eyebrow, "who?"

  "It... It was... umm I can't remember. I must have bumped my head." He stammered, fake chuckling. Kevin lowered his arms and towel onto his lap and watched Edd carefully.

  He shook his head, "you're weird, double-dork. Well, be more defensive next time you see them. I don't want this to be a fad." Edd nodded, his eyes catching onto Kevin's abs that was starting to show. His eyes trailed up to the defined pecs and collarbone. Edd hasn't seen Kevin without his shirt since summer so it was intense for him. His eyes drifted up to the Jock's lips and his mind immediately started imagining kissing them. How would they feel against his own? Would he taste like mint or coffee? He locked eyes with Kevin, the same emerald green eyes that started it all. They looked deep and captivating, like they could swallow him up.

  Kevin cleared his throat and Edd snapped out of it. He looked down at his feet as his blush came back. 'fuck. How long was I staring? Did he notice?' he thought to himself.

  Kevin's smirked, "what's up, dweeb? Cat caught your tongue?"

  Edd bit his lip, "sor... Sorry, Kevin. I just got lost in thought there. Err... Was the game alright?"

  "You kidding? The cobblers KILLED it like always!" Kevin laughed, flexing his muscles a little. Double D saw this and giggles.

  "Yes, I know of your talents on being captain. I'm glad to hear the team won!" He smiled at the jock.

  Kevin turned a little red and rubbed his neck, "aw it's just nice to play for my school. I'm very proud of my teammates. Some of them are lazy but it's okay I guess."

  Double D nodded, "good! I'm most delighted of your accomplishments!" They smiled at each other and Edd felt like, for a moment, that it was just the two of them in the world. It was intoxicating and he never wanted it to end. He longed to kiss Kevin, to feel his hair between his fingers. The urge grew and Edd knew that if he didn't say something, he would end up acting on it.

   Double D patted his own lap, "well I thank you for your hospitality, but I must get home so that you can rest in peace." He stood up and felt his knees buckle a little. He took one step before the dizziness set in. He began to fall but Kevin caught him.

  "Woah, dude, you nearly bumped your head again. Come on." The jock lifted him bridle-style and began walking down his hallway. Edd felt his whole face turn red. He was being carried by Kevin of all people. His mind was running a million miles a minute. Kevin kicked open a door and walked into a clean and neat room with a full bed covered in a blue comforter. There was hardly anything in the room except a single nightstand, a dresser and a living chair beside it. Kevin sat Edd down in the seat and started turning down the bed.

  "This is the guest room. You're too weak to walk home this late so I want you to sleep here tonight, alright?"

  Double D fiddled his thumbs. He wanted to deny the claim of weakness, but he knew it was true. Kyle and Larry must have stomped on him while they were kicking. 'thank goodness I worked to stop my obsession with labels.' he thought to himself.

  "Thank you, Kevin. I do apologize. I didn't mean for this to happen."

  "Don't mention it. I might call you a dork, but you're still my friend. Now here." He reached his hand over. Edd bit his lip, taking the hand. Kevin helped him up and led him to the bed. Edd eased onto the bed and pulled the covers over himself.

  "Hey, double-dork, are you really going to sleep in your hat?"

  Edd looked up at Kevin, "oh yes, I mean, I don't really feel comfortable taking it off."

  "Hey, that's okay. Just wondering." Kevin shrugged and walked to the door, turning off the light.

  "Goodnight, dweeb."

  He smiled, "goodnight, Kevin."

  The next morning Edd woke up to birds chirping. He eased so he was sitting on the side of the bed and noticed major bruises on his thighs and arms. He sighed, not looking forward to the embarrassment he'll face in school. He stood up slowly and tried to walk. He didn't feel dizzy anymore, but he was in pain with every step. He made his way to the door and to the kitchen. Kevin was sitting on top of one of the counters eating a pop tart while wearing his sweatpants and nothing else.

  Edd jumped at the sight, "hey, Kevin. Did-did you sleep well?"

  "Yeah! How about you? Are you feeling better?" Kevin asked, pointing at Edd with his pop tart.

  "Heh. Yeah I am. Thank you very much for last night." He smiled at the jock happily.

  Edd noticed Kevin go red and look away, "it's whatever. Just thought you looked pitiful or something."

  Double D didn't pay no mind and looked outside, "I'm going to head home since I'm feeling alright so I can clean myself up. Thank you for your kindness." Edd walked to the door and was about to leave but Kevin piped up.

  "Hey dork, wait!" Edd turned around as Kevin walked up to him. Double D felt what happened last night happen again as they looked in each other's eyes.

  "Y-yes, Kevin?"

  "I... I was wondering..." He started, rubbing his shoulder, "I was wondering if you wanna hang later? I mean, of that's alright."

  Edd blushed and bit his lip softly, "I would really enjoy socializing with you. Is there a time you can think of?"

  "4 pm?"

  "That's satisfactory! I'll be here!" Edd nodded.

  "Awesome- I mean. Yeah that's cool I guess." Kevin said nonchalantly, putting his hands in his pockets.

   Edd smiled, putting on his shoes and opening the door, "well then. I'll see you then." He left the house and closed the door behind him. He made quick work to reach his home and unlock the door. As he entered the safety of his house he fell to his knees and hugged himself close.

  "My word! Oh, my goodness. Sweet fuck it's really happening. Me and Kevin are going to spend time together! Maybe this is the time. Maybe he likes me too!" He smiled, hugging himself tighter in happiness. He checked the time.

  "Okay it's 12 pm. I have time to get a shower." He whispered to himself.

  Edd spent the next few hours cleaning himself and trying to calm himself down. He made his way out the door and noticed the red head in front of his home buffing out dirt from his motorcycle. Double D smiled and made his way toward the other.

  "Hey, Kevin!" He greeted, doing a small wave. The other looked up and smiled back.

  "Hey you made it! How are you feeling?"

  "Much better after my shower, thank you for asking. I see you installed new grips on your handles." Edd motioned toward the bike.

  "Oh yeah! The old ones were a little rough on my hands. Plus, the brown looks better against the metal." Kevin patted the headlight of his motorcycle. Edd leaned against his heels, smiling softly at his crush talking about his ride.

  "It does look good. Do you want to talk about your bike? I would love to learn about the mechanics of a ride such as this."

  Kevin beamed at Edd's words, "uh. Sure! Well to start, when I got it, I had to tune the exhaust because the last owner didn't take care of it and it used too much gas as a result. So, what I did was--" Double D nodded and listened intently. He loved learning new things. Especially if that new thing was Kevin's pride and joy. He moved and sat on the sidewalk and the jock joined him while still talking about his bike.

   They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Edd looking at Kevin lovingly while they discussed the properties of mechanical engineering and Kevin talking about his motorcycle. Edd never wanted it to stop but Kevin's door opened, and his mother appeared on the porch.

  "Hey, Kevin sweety, it's time for dinner. Tell your friend goodbye."

  Kevin groaned and stood up, "yes, mom!"

 Edd stood up, "when did your parents come home?"

  "My mom came home from grocery shopping around one. Dad's still at work." The jock explained. Edd nodded and looked down at his shoes.

  "Well... I had a lot of fun. I enjoyed this." Double D said softly, looking up in the other's eyes.

  Kevin did the same, "I did too. You know, you really grew out of your dorkness, dork." Kevin rubbed the back of his own neck and Edd chuckled softly.

  "I'm taking that as a compliment." Double D smiled and backed up a little.

  "Well I hope you have a wonderful dinner and be sure to study for that big test this week." Edd said and started walking away.

  "Hey!" Kevin called to him.

  Edd looked over his shoulder, "y-yes?"

  "Wanna... Help me with that sometime this week? I could use some help."

  Double D felt himself turn pink, "sure! Yeah. Yeah, I'll help you, Kevin!"

  "Thank you, dude." The jock said, smiling and going to his home.

   Once Kevin entered his home, Edd twirled in place and almost floated toward his own house. That's when he noticed Eddy 'psst'ing him from a bush. Double D made his way to the bush, Eddy and Ed crawled out if it.

  "Were you two eavesdropping on us the whole time?" Edd asked, folding his arms.

  "Noooo of course not! Why would we do that?" Eddy said innocently, shrugging.

  Double D looked at the taller of the two, "Ed, were you and Eddy listening to me and Kevin?"

  Ed nodded, smiling, "yes we were, double D! We wanted to make sure everything went smoothly!" Eddy glared and slapped the back of Ed's head. Ed exclaimed 'ow'.

  "I wondered why neither of you tried to butt-in." Edd smiled, "thank you both for letting me have this moment."

  "It's nothing. Don't get used to it." Eddy said, kicking a rock.

  "You're welcome, Double D! Did Kevin say he loved you yet?" Ed asked, nudging Edd a little roughly.

  Double D blushed, "not yet. It takes a while. Plus, I haven't... Confessed yet."

  "Sockhead, you know that if you don't make a move soon someone else will and then what are you going to do?"

  "I know that, Eddy! It's just hard to know when it's like this."

  Ed piped up, "well you know what they say in my comic book: 'you love--" he was cut off by a loud screaming voice.

  "ED! MOM SAYS GET YOUR BUTT HOME BEFORE YOU'RE GROUNDED!" Sarah screamed from their house.

  Ed jumped in fear, "uuh guys, I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

  "Goodnight, lumpy." Eddy said.

  "Farewell, Ed." Double D joined in.

  "I better get home too. Just remember what I said. Sleep well." Eddy elbowed Edd and walked to his own home.

   Double D looked up at the growing night sky. The sun disappearing over the houses and the slight hint of stars scattering over his head. The twinkling of the distant suns made Edd feel as if tomorrow was the day. That it was going to be a good day. He smiled and made his way into his home.

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The Origins (Chapter 1)

Summary:  Before the Renegades put an end to the Age of Anarchy, they were six kids trying to survive day by day in a city ruled by chaos and desolation. Is there a space for hope and kindness somewhere in Gatlon City? Maybe.

Sooo i’ve been playing around in my head with this idea for a six part fanfic that i have about how i think the OG renegade’s lives where during the age of anaychy and how they were as kids. we don’t really know a lot about their early years, so i saw this as an opportunity to experiment with some headcanons. i’m not an english native speaker, but i hope i’ll improve my writing skill with time (renegades fandom is non-existant in spanish). 

here’s the link to the story in ao3, if you rather read from there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25123756/chapters/60870652 

but anyways, enough about me. hope you like it! :)) 

The world that’s waiting up for me

Age of Anarchy

Year 2

He was running at full speed. The air was cold and burned his throat each time he needed to breathe. His legs had started to hurt two blocks ago because of the hits he received during his fight with Fred, but Simon wasn’t going to stop now. He was leading the run.

He turned what he believed to be a corner, and ran into a dead end. Then, he looked around, hoping to realize that his brain was fooling him into seeing that, but no. There were four boxes full of rotten fruit, an enormous closet, and dozens of black bags…

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was obvious Fred had seen him get into that alley. Surely he was already fantasizing with the one hundred ways he was going to torture Simon as soon as he got his hands on him.

Simon heard his haunter’s fast and threatening footsteps. He analyzed his options once again. Boxes, bags, closet…

He stepped into a little puddle in his way to the closet. Closed its doors so fast, that he almost hurt his fingers. The closet wasn’t that large, so he had to remain still, so that damn old piece of furniture wouldn’t fall into pieces.

His socks were wet. Those were his best socks.

There was a minuscule space between the doors that allow him to see Freud running into the same dead-end Simon had.

But, instead of being confused, Freud grinned. The blood coming out his nose had dried and, with his crooked teeth, his appearance was even scarier than normal.

Simon still didn’t fully understand where he had gotten the courage to turn around and punch him right on the face. Laura had told him not to do that.

“Never hit the nose, Simon. You could kill someone.”

But Simon had done it. He had disobeyed Laura.

Laura had also advised him not to hear what Freud had to say about him. It was simpler than what he expected; Simon could bear with dignity all the comments about his ragged clothes, his old shoes, or his not so good looks. He could even bear when Freud started calling him “rat” and all his classmates followed the trend.

Laura would be so disappointed at him for using brute strength before words. His mother would be too. His father probably would say something between the lines: “My boy finally is starting to turn into a real man”, and the baby… well, she wouldn’t say anything. She was a baby.

But what Fred had said to him…

It comforted him knowing that if Laura had heard what Freud said, she would have hit him too.

“Where are you, little rat?” Asked Freud with a trace of mockery in his words. “Look at you. Running. Like a rat. Like your whore sister.”

The day was gray. A faint ray of light illuminated the blade of the jackknife Freud held. The image of that blade stabbing Simon in the chest, was enough for him to not get out of his hide spot and broke Freud’s nose.

“They said she tried to run,” Freud keep saying while he looked for him in a big trashcan, “but I don’t think so. I think she even enjoyed it.”

Freud kicked the boxes. Yeah, because Simon was hiding between that old fruit.

“And even if she hadn’t, I say it again: she deserved it,” Freud sentenced, disgusted by the stench that the fruits emanated. “Prodigies like her had always been freaks. Dangerous freaks. I don’t fucking care how many Ace fucking Anarchy appear to defend you and try to scare the shit out of us, we won’t bow before you. Do you hear me? WE WON’T BOW!”

Simon wasn’t a prodigy. Laura’s powers were creating bubbles. Since when bubbles were dangerous? Since when being able to make them out of thin air was an excuse to kill someone the way they killed his sister?

Before he realized, Freud’s eyes met his.

He had found him.

“No one humiliates me and lives to tell the story, rat.”

Freud opened the door wide, and Simon was ready to be stabbed when a third figure appeared behind the older boy.

“That wasn’t a nice thing to say.”

Freud frowned. He cleaned the blood off his face, and slowly turn around to see the face of the one who dared to defy him. Simon couldn’t help but poke his head over his bully’s shoulder.

He was a blond kid, not older than him. He wore black frame glasses, attached with a piece of tape. His blue eyes looked at Freud with disapproval with which no one had ever dared to look at him.

“Do I know you?” asked Freud after laughing his ass off.

“I’m just saying that, if you have a problem with someone, you report that person with the school’s authorities,” the blonde boy kept saying, ignoring Freud’s question. “It’s not good taking justice into your own hands. It just causes more trouble.”

“Shut up!” Freud screamed as he pushed the blonde boy into the same pond Simon had stepped in a few moments back.

The most surprising thing, however, wasn’t how calm the boy looked when he was facing Freud. It was that he never stopped talking.

“Is that a jackknife?” he asked. Freud looked at the object he carried “Do you take it with you to school? Sharp weapons are not allowed inside school grounds. I’m afraid I’m going to tell a teacher about this.”

Freud cried with hatred and lunged at him, the jackknife ready to kill him. However, the blade broke as soon as it made contact with the blond boy's side.

Before he could process what had just happened, a silver stake sprang out of nowhere and narrowly pierced Freud's shoulder. He managed to move just in time for it to only leave a deep cut.

Simon wouldn’t deny it: Freud almost getting pierced by a stake gave him a morbid sense of satisfaction. His scared, hurt, and confused gaze almost made him cry of pure happiness. How blissful (and relieved) he felt when Freud ran away from the scene.

Just like a scared rat.

The blond boy had dropped shoulders and glasses on the tip of his nose. From his looks, he looked like one of the sons of those businessmen, who lived in those big houses in the northwest of the city. However, his clothes were as old as Simon's. He looked apprehensively at the stake as drops of blood stained his gray sneakers. He didn't see that he had it while he was reading Freud about good behavior, and it was too big to keep in his pockets. It was as if he had created it out of nothing.

And maybe he had.

Immediately, he regained composure and smiled.

“You can go out now!” he exclaimed animatedly. “He's gone”

Didn't he see him standing in that old closet? He was literally in front of him.

As if hearing his thoughts, the blond boy turned to the closet and his face lit up. Simon wanted to run away when he saw him approach with abnormal enthusiasm on his part, but there was nowhere to move.

“Amazing!” the boy yelled. He looked in all directions and muttered, “You are like me.”

“Sorry?”

“Don't be scared, I'm with you,” he whispered. “My name is Hugh.”

He held out his hand. Simon accepted it out of sheer courtesy.

“How old are you?”

“Eight.”

“I had never met a prodigy my age.”

“I am not a prodigy,” Simon clarified.

Hugh's smile froze.

“But I just saw you use your powers.”

“I run very fast to run away from the gangsters,” he said sarcastically. “It comes naturally.”

He gave a loud laugh. Making him laugh was not his intention at all.

“No, I am talking about the other power.”

“What other power?”

“That you turn invisible!”

Hugh quickly covered his mouth and Simon released his hand. He hadn't realized all the time he had been holding it until now. Hugh had a very strong grip.

“Sorry, it was not my intention to shout it,” he mumbled. “I know that sometimes it is better to go unnoticed.”

“Have you stabbed someone else?”

His smile disappeared for a moment.

“I usually don’t do that.”

He did not believe him. There were times when people sometimes had to do things to survive that they were not proud of. But, well, Hugh could continue lying to himself. It was not his job to get him out of his bubble.

“Freud deserved that and more.”

Hugh looked up to protest, but instead said:

“You’ve done it again!”

To hell with this.

Simon raised his arms to push him away, just to realize he was wrong: Hugh was not crazy.

His hands... his entire body was completely invisible.

He moved his fingers and felt the movement. Then his legs. The atmosphere seemed to distort slightly every time he moved. He blinked hard, hoping that when he opened his eyes again, he would realize that it was all a dream, and he was lying down, with his sister preparing to take him to school.

However, he opened them and his sister was not there. He guessed then, neither did his mother.

It was just him and Hugh.

This can’t be true.

His mother and Laura were the only prodigies in the family. They always knew that there was a possibility that Simon was a prodigy too, but after a certain time, they began to realize that he wasn't. Before she died, his mother said she hoped the baby wasn't a prodigy, either. It was best for everyone.

Now, his family's worst nightmares had come true. How was he going to explain to his father what had just happened? How was he going to react? Was he going to kick his son out of the house? If that happened, where would he go? What was to become of him?

He was panicking, and Hugh wouldn't stop looking at him like he was a Christmas present under the tree. That didn’t help.

His hands appeared.

“Your power is so cool,” said Hugh.

“I swear to you, this is the first time I've done this,” he whispered.

Again, the frozen smile.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely serious.”

Hugh adjusted his glasses, shocked.

“I'm sorry,” he said awkwardly.

“Why?”

“Because ... this is not how origin stories should be,” he replied.

Oh, that.

“It doesn't matter,” he replied. He wasn’t lying, the topic never concerned him. However, now he had the feeling that he should be concerned.

“I've seen you at school,” said Hugh, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, I am the rat,” he blurted out angrily.

Hugh shook his head.

“I wasn't going to say that. You're Simon Westwood,” he corrected him. “You're Laura Westwood's brother. She worked at the pawnshop.”

“I was her brother,” he corrected.

“You are her brother.”

Simon did not want to continue arguing. He had already realized that it was not worth trying to win an argument over that guy.

“Did you create that stake?” he asked. “I mean, out of the blue?”

“Yes…” he replied showing him the stake. “I'm not proud. It's just that sometimes when someone attacks me like that, they just... appear? Like a defense mechanism or something. But I'm working on it.”

“What is it made of?”

“Chromium. That’s what my auntie says.”

Simon looked at the stake. There it was again, that morbid feeling…

“I've never seen a prodigy using their powers for good,” said Simon thoughtfully.

“I didn't do something good,” Hugh replied. “I almost killed someone”

Laura would have said, “Please, a shoulder injury doesn't kill anyone.” But Simon said:

“You would have done the right thing killing him.”

“What did he do to you?”

Oh, boy, what he hadn't done to him.

The insults, the teasing. Although, the beating was something new. Freud must have been bored of not receiving any reaction with the verbal attacks, so they evolved into physical attacks. The first was after Laura's funeral.

How crazy do you have to be to do that to someone who had just lost his sister?

That had been going on for two weeks now, and Simon put up with it, just like before. But he was never going to allow anyone to mess with her family.

“He said Laura deserved it,” he replied.

Hugh went silent.

He heard a pair of thunder in the distance.

“We should go to our houses,” Simon said.

He stood up and went to the street. Freud's jackknife was on the ground. The blade was next to the red, plastic handle. He took both of them very carefully and put them back together. It wasn't tight at all and surely was going to break in the slightest attempt to cut something or attack someone, but it was still menacing.

Without much thought, he picked it up and put it in his pocket. Just in case.

“Hey,” Hugh called out, still sitting in the closet. Simon turned to see “Where do you live?”

“Over there,” and pointed to his right.

Hugh smiled again. He hadn't realized he had dimples on his cheeks. Surely they had formed it after giving away so many smiles.

“What a coincidence,” he said. “Me too”.

Then Simon smiled back at him. It was an honest smile.

When was the last time he had smiled like that?

#renegades #renegades trilogy #archenemies #supernova #simon westwood #hugh everhart #fanfic #ao3 #the origins

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" I fucking hate you " 

He almost spat it at her, stumbling to keep her footing on the concrete in front of him, nose gushing and eyes wide with terror, terror he had made her feel with a particularly well placed punch she hadn't been expecting. He had lured her here with a note and now he had her caged in the alleyway behind the school, his to play with. His to use. The idea made his jeans feel uncomfortably tight, even as he told himself that he hated her, that he took no satisfaction in this other than revenge for how she'd embarrassed him with her little stunt. 

Apparently he wasn't the first to be the target of those condescendingly pitiful looks and kind little acts. ' you don't seem like the kind to have breakfast. You should eat this though, its not a healthy habit ' the greeting had him off guard from the second he met her. Who greeted someone like that? Who gave the toughest looking guy around a damn cookie? She did. She fucking did. She always did. 

It was always little things like that. He had learned she tried to be nice to everyone, something that had gotten her hurt more than once, not just because of the gestures, but because she seemed to…. See right through people. She could always pinpoint what was wrong, a skill that had gotten her into trouble. She had even gotten the shit beaten out of her by a very angry senior her first year of school by asking about his home life. Apparently he even had to hurt her a few more times for her to get the picture. Billy almost hoped she wouldn't learn her lesson, there were very few people he enjoyed asserting power over as much as he enjoyed seeing people with that look of ' you're weak ' replaced with ' you have so much power over me I'll give anything to escape. '

The boiling point had been the beginning of the day, first class of the day, where she did the same damn thing she'd done every day of the month he'd known her. He did what he'd done the entire week, slam that damn tub of stupidly lovely cookies closed and yelled at her to fuck off and stop bothering him, but this time, he'd asked 

" why do you keep trying to offer me these damn things? " 

He'd expected a lot of answers, but not that one. Not that terrifying honestly he'd heard she always had, that ability to see through everything, as though the world were made of glass. 

" you deserve someone being kind to you. " 

Her tone was so firm, the most assertive and determined thing he'd ever heard from her and that distant look of pity she always had replaced by some kind of self righteous anger at whatever she was talking about. He had almost punched her right there, her words essentially spelling out his entire past in a way he'd really rather no one, especially not these dumb fuck small town idiots, knowing. Instead he took her stupid box and threw it to a friend, playing with the thing while she chased it before dunking it into the nearest trashcan. He told himself he didn't feel bad about the tears pricking her eyes, but that strange ache in his chest wouldn't go away whenever he thought about it, and he was damn near ready to puke. 

Somehow, it was even more exhilarating than usual, watching the blood pouring down her face from her newly broken nose. He almost felt pride from that. He broke her nose. He left a mark on her forever, something she could never escape, a brand. He was part of her, and she would always be reminded of that. The idea of owning her wormed its way into his mind as he thought about the terrified little doe in front of him bled, and fuck he could feel his cock twitch at the idea. 

“ Billy… “

The sound snapped him out of his dase, his pupils dialated at the intoxicating sound of his name on her tongue. He wanted to make her scream it. He wanted to watch her cry. He wasn’t even sure of the context he wanted it in anymore and the idea of it made him want to beat her to a damn pulp. 

“ Who the hell do you think I am? “ 

She swallowed as terror lit up every inch of her body and she began to shake slightly. Cute. Cute. Cute. he took a step toward her as she stumbled back so fast she almost tripped over herself. Every move she made was intoxicating.

“ Do you just think you can say shit like that to me? Think you can just spout bullshit about me in front of the damn school? “

“ I'm s-! “

“ Shut the fuck up. “ 

He interrupted her terrified squeak before she could even finish her pathetic apology. His hand flew to her head, catching a fistful of her soft hair before she could escape him. Her hands flew to her head, grabbing his arms with some kind of soft panic, not even digging her nails into his arm. It infuriated him. How dare she see him as anything other than her worst nightmare. How dare anything else fill her dreams. His other hand grabbed one of her arms in a bruising grip, removing it from her head. She followed the action with her other arm in terrified submission. He released her arm and she awkwardly hovered them at her chest height, looking ready to try grabbing for his arm again.

“ Arms down. “

The order was more an experiment than anything, testing his control and her unrelenting submission. She lowered her arms to her sides slowly, as long contained tears began to roll past her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for whatever came next. He kicked one of her unsteady legs out from under her, her entire weight quickly transferring from her other leg to the hand tangled in her hair as she lost her footing. Her eyes widened and her teeth bit into her lip as the pain shot through her head. The only sound she let out was a pained whimper, her arms remaining at her sides, even as her nails dug so deeply into her palms that blood began to drip from her hands. She let out a choked sob as she got back on her feet. Obedient. She was being obedient. The realization flooded him with a sensation he could only describe as dizzying as he lost his damn composure and slammed her into the wall as his lips met her blood soaked ones in the most possessive and needy kiss he could physically muster. She squeaked in surprise, her lips locking firmly shut until he growled and tugged on her hair, an unspoken order that did not go unheard as she parted her lips. The sensation was intoxication, like a drag of a particularly strong cigarette. He released her and she looked at him with terrified shock, like a deer caught in the fucking headlights. 

“ get out of my fucking sight. “ he growled at her, her confusion heightened for a second before she bolted, running like her life depended on it. 

Billy licked the remaining blood from his lips.

Sweet. 

#yandere billy hargrove #yandere x reader #billy hargrove #oh i hate this! cringe #yandere stranger things #i know i wrote this but im still like. hm. bad #yandere

[chloca-cola]

Bear Witness Chap 4

So, I know I said that I wasn't gonna update until after Thanksgiving, but here I am with this 😂😂 I just cant make anyone wait for this. Thanks to @imagineleonkennedy for helping and giving me helpful ideas!

TW: Angst and fluff

Pairings: LeonXReader

Word count: 1,830 ish

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Leon was startled awake by the sounds of your terrified screaming coming from your room next to his. He jumped out of bed quickly, grabbing his gun as he did, sprinting as fast as he could, nearly kicking your door down to get in. Gun trained and sweeping the room, he found nothing but your thrashing form in your bed. You were having a nightmare. He sighed, trying to calm his heart rate as he placed his gun on the nightstand next to your bed.

         He easily crawled in beside you, touching your sweat dampened shoulder gently, only to have you jump away from him. Your eyes were glazed in fear as you tried to focus on his face.

        "Easy, (y/n). You were having a bad dream. I'm here.  You're safe now." Your face twisted, a sob threatening to sound from you, but you swallowed it down, sitting up and rubbing your face with your hands, the soft red blinking from the new monitor pulsed steadily on your wrist.

        "Shit, sorry for waking you, Leon." You say, voice raspy from your screams, and you give him a weak smile. He then opened his arms to you, motioning for you to lean on him. At first you hesitate. Heaven knows how touch starved you are after everything you've been through, and the invitation proved to be too tempting. You bury your face in his neck, your body still trembling, as he enveloped you with his arms.

         "I'll keep you safe. For as long as you want me too." He promised, he felt your warm tears dampen his neck, and he hugged you tighter to him, as you wrapped your arms around his midsection.

       "Don't let him get me, Leon." You sob, body fully shaking now, your fingers balling his shirt into your fists, holding onto him for dear life. "I can't go back there." Leon stroked your hair, soothing you, not even trying to imagine what all you've seen while under Alan's control. 

        After about 30 minutes, you finally cried yourself back to sleep, Leon was still holding you protectively, watching the sunrise. He laid his head back on the headboard, deciding that he would take you out today. You deserved to sightsee, and if he was there with you, at least you couldn't get into any kind of trouble. He gently eased you onto your back, before scooting down further under the covers, laying on his side, watching you sleep. Watching your facial muscles twitch periodically, listening to your soft breathing, reaching out and brushing some of your hair from your face, he smiled softly before finally letting sleep claim him too.

        "(Y/n)." Leon called as softly as he could, shaking your shoulder gently, having already been up and taken a shower. You stir, groaning slightly, before slowly cracking your eyes open to be met with his handsome face, smiling at you. You felt your heart stop, and your cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink, suddenly very self conscious over how must look right now. "Good morning. I have a surprise for you. So, get up and take a shower." You blink rapidly, sitting up and stretching.

       "A surprise, huh?" You ask, voice still heavy with sleep as you rub your eyes. "Do I need to fetch those condoms from the kitchen?" You tease, placing your feet on the soft carpet and Leon laughed.

       "Glad to see that humor is back." You look up at him, face serious again, and you reached out and took his hand in both of yours.

        "Thank you, for last night." Electricity flowed up your arms, feeling his warm hand in yours, sending shivers all the way down your legs. You were hopeless, feeling a slight pressure in your chest, knowing you shouldn't feel the way you do about him because he could never like someone like you. He squeezed your hands with his.

        "Anytime, now, go get in the shower, we've got plans." He said, ticking his chin in the direction of the bathroom and you nod.

        "So, what's this big surprise?" You ask, bouncing into the kitchen, and hopping onto a barstool, cradling your chin in your hands, looking at Leon like an overjoyed child going to Disney World.

       "We are going out." You lift your head, mouth falling open and your eyes lit up. A high pitched squeal erupted from up causing Leon to jump slightly  "Is that a good noise?"

        "You're not fucking with me, are you?!" He shakes his head in answer, and you jump up from the barstool, rushing to put your shoes on, tripping lightly as you did, quickly regaining your balance. A dreamy smile tugged the corners of his mouth upwards as he watched you excitedly finish getting ready. You were talking to yourself about how excited you were, and that you didn't have to leave him behind this time.

         Once you're finished getting ready, you join him by the door, eagerly linking your arm with his and pointing at the door.

       "Let's get this party started!" 

       The weather outside was a beautiful spring day, the sky clear and the most gorgeous shade of blue you've ever seen. You stood straight, arms outstretched at your sides, eyes closed just letting the breeze calm you. Leon watched you, amazed that you are so enamored by something he regularly takes for granted. The sun glittered off your hair, and he stepped towards you, his hand brushing against your lower back to get your attention. 

       "We aren't gonna get anything done with you standing around." He teased you, his hand subconsciously trailing up your back to ghost down your arm. You turn your face to his, smiling shyly, tucking some hair behind your ear, your fingers playing with his when you felt them brushing your own.

       "What have you got planned first?" You ask as you both began strolling down the sidewalk and he chuckled.

       "Well, word on the street says there's an ice cream parlor just around the corner." He offered, pointing and you snort at his phrasing.

       "Word on the street?" He gives an almost boyish shrug of his shoulders.

        "Sounded like something you would say, (y/n)." He admits, and a pleasant heat filled your chest at the thought of him using your own mannerisms with you, like he was trying to make even more of a connection with you.

         "Well...you're not wrong there, my dude." You laugh as he opened the door to the parlor for you, watching you with a look that was hard to capture with words, a mixture of tranquil and tender, a look that-if you had noticed it-told you that he was, in fact, all yours.

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       You both laughed as you left the ice cream shop with your cones, trying to not lose the cold creamy treat as it had already begun to drip. You talked about mundane things, something's other people would find boring; the color of the flowers on the nearby tree, the sounds of the finches chirping as they hopped around on the ground looking for food. Things that meant so much to you because it had been so long since you've gotten to fully experience it.

         "Oh!" You exclaimed suddenly, gripping his forearm with your freehand, stopping Leon in his tracks, following your excited gaze to the little pond where he had the encounter with the goose. "Let's go sit on the bench!" You were already making your way to it, holding his hand, pulling him along behind you, looking over your shoulder quickly to give him an affectionate smile and a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through he his chest as he gripped your hand more, allowing you to lead him wherever you wanted to go.

         Finishing your cones, you both toss your napkins in the trashcan as you pass it on the way to the bench, Leon studying your movements as you dragged him along behind you, adoring how the wind tossed your hair around your shoulders. As he watched you, what he hadn't noticed, was you had stopped walking. He bumped into you, causing you to stumble forward.

        "(Y/n)." Leon whispered, breathlessly, causing a shiver to shoot down your spine, your eyes widened at the sensation his voice caused. Letting loose your hand to snake his arms around your waist, as you began to turn towards him mid fall. Leon pulls you close to him quickly enough to cause your foreheads to bump together, your noses brushing, both briefly sharing the same breath.

        You pull back, looking up at him, your eyes still wide and mouth agape from what just happened. Leon's arms were still around your waist, his eyes on yours intensely, and you felt him pull you even closer to him. Your eyes fluttered shut, softly gasping as he held you, his hands slowly smoothing up your back, he dipped his head down, feeling his lips brush against your neck gently. He breathed in your scent, his lips trailing up along your jaw edging closer to your lips. Your heart felt like it was going to explode in your chest, a warmth you had never felt swelling inside you, your legs shaky beneath you. His bangs tickled your cheek as he continued to tracing along your skin with his mouth. His phone rang.

        "God dammit." He growled roughly, placing his forehead on yours, his jaw muscles bunching and flexing in his annoyance, very ready and willing to kiss you. Reluctantly, he released you to dig his phone from his pocket. "Hunnigan, you have the worst timing." He complained gruffly, holding up and index finger to you, signaling he'll just be a moment, looking at the jacket he had in his hand, confused, but shrugging, assuming it had come off during the stumble. He turned from you, walking to stand under a nearby tree.

        "Leon, you're outside?" He rubbed his forehead, nodding.

         "What do you want?" Hunnigan blinked at him, confused by his harshness.

         "Chris just returned from his mission, says he got word along the way that Alan has been spotted in town." Leon froze, his instincts telling him something was wrong.

         "LEON!" The sheer terror in your voice caused the blood in his veins to turn into icy gutter water, he spun quickly to see a heavily muscled man hauling you into a black SUV. You had your hand outstretched towards him in vain, willing yourself to be able to reach him. His eyes opened wide, not willing to believe what he was seeing at first.

         "(Y/n)?" Came his soft confused reply, until it fully hit him in the chest. "(Y/N)!" He shouted loudly, and he felt like his world was shattering like glass around him. He ended the call with Hunnigan to give chase, drawing his weapon, aiming it at the vehicle. Firing off several rounds, bullets pinged and wanged off the backside of the Escalade as it squealed tires, taking you away from him. He cursed again, shoulders slumping, gazing down at your jacket, the only thing he had left of his perfect day. He pulled it up to his face, breathing in your scent one more time, before feeling his anger rising. He WILL get you back.

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[idea-garden]

oneshot #7 - dirty bathroom fuck - pt.2 | @minseoks-personal-trashcan

pt. 1 | pt. 2

Baekhyun/OC

Sequel to a request from @minseoks-personal-trashcan​

Written by @idea-garden​

This has been requested since I posted the first part, and we all know that was forever ago...

SMUT / 18+ / car sex / angry sex? / public sex / oral / orgasm denial / dirty talk / d/s / bdsm

3,800 words

SooRi left for a six-month internship. SooRi will never leave Baekhyun again...

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This is trash.

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SooRi stood outside her apartment door waiting for her rideshare to pick her up. The cool autumn breeze had picked up some and it made her shiver slightly in her nude bodycon dress. Finally, her ride came, the car’s lights cutting the dark sky. Collecting herself in the car, she gave the address, then sat back to observe the scenes outside the window. Everything she passed by looked so foreign and so familiar at the same time. Each place holding a different memory, giving her both nostalgia and nausea.

After a slow cruise, she reached her destination. It was her favorite restaurant. Ugh. She missed this place. She turned her eyes up at the bright place, took a breath, and slapped a few crumpled bills in her driver’s hand.

SooRi couldn’t believe it’d only been six months since she was last home. It felt good to be back. Of course, there was no place like home.

The fine dining establishment was set for dinner. Its floor-to-ceiling windows giving a beautiful view of the harbor. The decor was set in warm lighting. Cream carpet, cream chairs, off-white tablecloths, and various shades of gardenias were just a few aesthetic notes she observed.

This place was fancy. Too fancy. But, since she wasn’t buying, she had no issue eating there.

--

SooRi stood at the front of the restaurant, only waiting for a brief second before a hostess in a cute cocktail dress appeared before her. They exchanged brief smiles, as the hostess asked for a name. The restaurant was so exclusive that you could only eat there by reservation only. Apparently, according to her friend, you had to book at least six weeks in advance. SooRi appreciated the gesture. She was never one to want a big fuss to be made over her, but she had to admit it felt pretty great to be in the middle of the fanfare.

She stood for a second as the hostess scanned the seating chart, then guided her to a semi-private table set for six. Menus and neatly folded napkins were sitting on white plates that covered gold chargers. The hostess pulled out her chair and wished her a pleasant dining experience.

She was the first one to arrive to her own welcome back dinner. Typical--considering her immediate friend group. Jessi and Junmyeon were either doting on each other or having car sex in the parking lot. SooRi was convinced that Jongin and Chanyeol didn’t even know how to tell time. And Baekhyun… well he didn’t give a shit about anyone’s time except his own.

SooRi pulled out her phone, shooting a text to Jessi and noting the time. She was a little early, so she wasn't too irked. A response returned within two minutes. Her friend was on her way there--delayed traffic. SooRi told her it was no problem. She had the aching suspicion she and Junmyeon were definitely fucking in the car. However, SooRi knew her friend would never intentionally keep her waiting.

After about ten minutes, she saw Jessi and Junmyeon in lockstep carrying balloons and what looked like a neatly wrapped gift. Jessi passed her things to her boyfriend and enveloped SooRi in a tight hug.

"I missed you so much! I'm so glad you're back!" The pair teetered side to side as the hug continued.

SooRi had to chuckle, they talked every single day of her absence. There was a good chance Jessi knew more about her day than she did, but nonetheless it felt great to see familiar faces again.

"I'm glad to be back! It's good to be back with friends again."

Just as the words left her lips, Jongin walked up with Chanyeol in tow.

"There are my boys," SooRi pulled them in one after the other.

She noticed them dropping off little gift bags where Junmyeon had been previously.

"Have a seat guys! I guess we can get started," SooRi urged them to get comfortable.

She looked around the table with a smile, until her eyes rested on the empty seat.

SooRi knew she shouldn't have expected much from him, but she still wanted to see him.

"Where's Baek?"

"He just messaged me. He's on his way. He wanted us to start without him." Junmyeon reassured her.

He was probably still upset with her. She knew he had every right to be, but being on the receiving end of a cold shoulder was never pleasant.

--

The group eventually ordered their beverages and a palate cleanser. Meanwhile, Baekhyun sat in his car, deliberating whether or not he was ready to see her.

His thumbs twisted around the key fob as he was deep in thought.

She left him. She left him without a word. He didn't owe her anything, and she didn't owe him anything, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her.

"Fuck it. I'm here now." Baekhyun slammed his car door on the way out, pissed he missed her as much as he did.

He spent no time waiting for the hostess to lead him to the table. He walked through with a confident stride. Dressed in fitted black jeans and a navy button down. The shirt, top two buttons open, gave a sinful hint of the body underneath.

In true Baekhyun fashion, he greeted the table with an off-handed comment before plopping down in the only empty seat.

Of course, it was the seat in front of her.

SooRi's mouth nearly went dry when she saw him. She hadn't seen him in six full months. Sure, she'd been stalking his Instagram, but nothing compared to the real thing.

Involuntarily, she clutched her dainty, gold necklace, rubbing it--most likely praying for the strength to make it through this dinner without crawling across the table to get on top of him.

He gave a smirk and reached across to her wine glass, taking a sip from it, daring her to react to him. He was truly a piece of work.

‘Lord, give me strength,' she mused as a strong breath filtered through her nose.

--

Drinks were scattered around the table and appetizers were spread and half-eaten.

“So, did you meet any cute guys during your internship?” Jessi snickered.

“Yeah, SooRi. Did you fuck them until they wanted to stick around, then hop on the next flight out of there?” Baekhyun grit his teeth under an annoyed stare in her direction.

“Baek, chill out!” Jongin rested a hand on his shoulder, while Baekhyun took a sip of his alcoholic beverage.

He was going to need to get drunk to make it through this damn thing.

“No, I didn’t have to do that. It turns out that most men are mature. They are upfront about what they want and don’t play games, then pout when they don’t get their way.”

“Now that I think about it, having you stay with a man is punishment enough. Perhaps, you’re doing us all a favor when you run away.” Baekhyun slammed his glass down to punctuate his malcontent.

“I think this is a good time for dessert.” Chanyeol piped up.

“God Chanyeol. We haven’t even had our entrees.” Junmyeon murmured under his breath.

“Well, it’s a better suggestion than watching a fucking cage match at our table!”

No one could argue with that.

“Let’s all cut Baekhyun a break. It’s difficult for us to see things from his perspective, because none of us can get our heads that far up our own asses.” SooRi winked at him and Baekhyun rolled his eyes damn near out of his skull.

“You just don’t know how much I’ve missed you, SooRi, “Jessi smirked at her boyfriend before the rest of the group had a hearty laugh at poor Baekhyun’s expense.

--

Before long, the main meals had come and gone. Now, the group sat around trading stories to catch each other up on the happenings of their life over dessert.

"I'm so glad to be back. I just want to settle into my old routine again."

Baekhyun scoffed, partly in disbelief.

"Which part of your routine? The part where you beg me to fuck you in every position known to man? Or the part where you act like you aren't interested in us being 'us'?"

Eyebrows shot up around the table. This was news.

SooRi cast her head down. This was one of the few times in her life she wasn't feeling too combative. Normally, she would've ripped Baekhyun a new asshole, or exsanguinated him with words sharper than knives, but not tonight.

"What's the matter, SooRi? You still haven't told them about us keeping up fuck buddy-status since Jongin's party?"

That cheeky bastard beamed at the chance to put her in her place in front of everyone.

"You know, just because your parents never gave you hugs as a kid, doesn't excuse you from being a complete ass." SooRi didn't want him to think she cared about anything he had to say, but enough was enough.

She took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'm sorry guys. I don't think I can stay here any longer." SooRi stood, reaching for her purse and phone.

"Don't leave your welcome back party! We'll kick Baekhyun's sorry ass out of here," Chanyeol snickered and stuck his tongue out.

"You're the best, Yeol. It's getting late anyway, and we've had such a nice time. I'd hate to ruin the night with an attempted murder charge."

--

SooRi hugged her friends one last time, before she departed. Her heels clicked with a soft echo in the concrete parking lot. She tapped her foot out front, waiting for her rideshare.

A strong hand gripped her waist without warning.

"You've got a lot nerve, walking out on me like that."

"I don't know if you were at the same dinner that I was, but you were the one acting all butt-hurt."

"When the going gets tough, SooRi gets going." Baekhyun shrugged, "If you want to get home you might as well let me take you. I canceled your ride. You're still on my account, remember?"

SooRi glared at him, fighting her instinct to curse him out.

"You'd have better luck asking Carmen Sandiego where in the world you lost your damn mind!"

"Get in the fucking car, SooRi. Let me take you home."

--

The tension was palpable as they rode in silence. Baekhyun cut his eyes over her frame. She looked amazing, as always. Since he'd had her, there was no one else he wanted.

"It killed me when you left." He spoke never looking in her direction.

"W-What?" SooRi tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You just left me. I thought that we were, kind of, building something. Then, I find out through Instagram that you're on your way to New York for an internship."

"You always knew I had to go...," SooRi trailed off in a whisper.

Baekhyun's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles white and fully-flexed.

"That is not the point, dammit! You can't make people fall for you, then just leave them high and dry!"

SooRi's eyes widened, mouth partly agape, a series of questions ready to flow from her brain to her lips.

"Baekhyun-- W-Where are you going?!" She watched as he peeled off the path to her home and down some dark street.

Both of their bodies lurched forward as he came to a stop in the desolate alleyway. Putting the car in park, he turned to SooRi with a dark glint in his eyes.

"I wish I could get you out of my mind. I wish I could hate you."

--

Baekhyun pressed his lips against SooRi's, gently at first, gradually his force increased. She weakly tried to push him off, but she missed the feeling. His tone arm pulled her closer to him, SooRi's side digging into the center console.

"Ouch! Not so rough!" SooRi shifted uncomfortably around the console and his unrelenting grip.

"I think that's the least of your problems tonight, SooRi-ah. Someone needs to teach you some manners. It's not polite to leave your boyfriend without so much as a word."

"Boyfriend? Really, Baek?"

His hands grabbed her hips as best they could. "Ah, ah, ah! Tonight, I think you should address me as 'Sir,' don't you think? I am teaching you a very important lesson. Now, crawl into my lap, baby girl."

Against her better judgement, she shifted over his lap, "I bet you've missed this, huh?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Baekhyun."

He took no time to swat her ass quickly a few times. "What did I tell you to address me as?"

"...Sir...," SooRi looked off to the side. She'd be damned if she was going to make eye contact. Besides, she already knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Good girl. Lift up your dress."

Baekhyun watched as she wriggled around to lift her dress around her waist. He eyed the microscopic piece of fabric that was her lacy, white thong. His tongue slithered out from between his lips, eager to have and taste her.

She gnawed on her bottom lip in anticipation. She could feel his fingers ghosting over her entrance, before a cool gust of air hit her skin. He clenched his teeth, snapping the panties at the waistband.

SooRi glowered down at him, but stifled a moan when he shoved the underwear in his pocket.

"Looks like someone missed me, too," he dipped two fingers inside SooRi, while his thumb massaged her clit. "How thoughtful of you to keep it nice and wet for me."

She released a hoarse, needy groan at his delicate touch. He always knew which button to press to keep her reeling.

"Feel good, sweet girl?"

She nodded erratically, bucking her hips up to meet his fingers. "Uh huh. Y-Yes, Sir."

His digits quickened as they curled to tease her g-spot. Baekhyun was quite amused watching her face contort in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Her shallow moans broke up the silence between her delicious wet sounds and the leather squeaking against their active bodies.

Baekhyun slapped SooRi's inner thighs when her hip rolling became too eager. "There is so much more fun to have, baby."

"I'm close, Sir." Her nails dug into his shoulders, body twisting as her orgasm neared.

Her whimpers were the sweetest music to his ears. He could feel her warmth pulsing around his fingers.

As she found herself teetering dangerously on the edge, Baekhyun withdrew his fingers, opting to taste her.

She whined, watching him savor her unique flavor, "Put them back, please...Sir. I want to cum on your fingers."

"This wouldn't be much of a lesson, without some form of punishment."

Wiping his wet fingers on SooRi’s inner thighs, Baekhyun gripped her face in a deep kiss. Their tongues danced around in desperation for one another. Mouths still connected, he tugged at the thin straps of her dress, all too impatient for it to come off.

SooRi wriggled out of the top half of the dress, rolling it to the middle of her stomach where the rest of the dress was. Baekhyun’s tongue dragged a fiery trail down her neck to her uncovered breasts.

His tongue flicked at her nipples, before he alternated with a light suctioning pressure. He pulled the soft skin through his teeth, gently biting her and leaving her chest covered in maroon bruises.

SooRi tangled her fingers in his hair, head dropped back and body still tense with the desire to cum.

“Unzip my pants,” Baekhyun smirked at her attempts to grind against him for any kind of sensation.

She didn’t have to be told twice.

In a matter of seconds, Baekhyun’s dick was stiffening in SooRi’s manicured hand.

“Go ahead, princess. Ride me.”

She lined him up with her entrance and sank down with a satisfying sigh. He filled her up so nicely. She fit around him like a glove.

SooRi wrapped her arms around the driver’s headrest, slapping her hips up and down wildly. Baekhyun broke up the monotonous sound with a few sharp ass slaps.

Kneading the tender flesh, he grunted, “Damn, I’ve missed this ass.”

SooRi leaned back to roll her hips, narrowly missing the horn. Her knees dug into the soft leather around Baekhyun, frustrated by the lack of space. His hands ran up the sides of her waist and settled on her bruised tits.

Palming them roughly, she mewled as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She hissed watching him pinch and tweak the hard nubs.

He pulled on her nipples as if they were the reins of a horse--tugging them mercilessly enjoying her whinnies for release. When he felt he'd done enough, he closed a broad hand around her throat.

"I'm about to--," she was barely able to breath out.

They were both well aware of the fact that whenever his hands clasped around her throat, she would be drenched. It was like she was straddling Niagara Falls.

"Not yet," Baekhyun swiftly opened his door and scooped her off of his length.

--

She wobbled to find her footing as she stood right outside the car--totally exposed.

"Baekhyun, what the fuck?!" She tried to shield her nude form and scurry to the passenger's seat, only for Baekhyun to stop her in her tracks.

"That's 'Sir,' to you. But, since you want to be a mouthy little slut, I'll give you something productive to do with your mouth."

Baekhyun eyes gleamed darkly as he stared her down. He towered over her to drop his jeans more comfortably, before resuming his seated position.

"Let's see those pretty lips on my dick, hmm?" Baekhyun blew a kiss in her direction, meanwhile SooRi returned the evil eye.

If she felt that her knees were in an uncomfortable position in the car, the cold asphalt was certainly no improvement.

SooRi kneeled and looked up to him, teeth gritting as she gripped him at the base of his cock. Her hands glided up and down his glistening shaft, pumping him faster and faster.

She swiped his tip quickly, cleaning a clear drop of precum. Her tongue drug a sloppy trail up from his balls to the tip, before swirling around the head.

SooRi shivered at the cool, night air, smirking at the thought of being so naughty. The lonely, flickering street light cast a shadow over the pair. The sounds and faint lights of cars moving on the highway made them very aware of their daring deed.

Baekhyun sucked in a jagged breath as her warm mouth worked its magic. He stroked her curly hair with great care, easing her down on his needy, aching member.

His voice strained as she expertly handled his girth. She always knew exactly what he needed in exactly the right moment. It wasn't long before he had her lips motioning at the base of his member.

"Fuck, baby...," he eked out with a clenched jaw.

After a few muffled gags, SooRi bobbed up for much-needed air. She lapped at the new precum leaking from his head. She eyed him with sliver of rebellion, as her hands pumped him faster and faster. One hand massaged his balls, while she tongued his tip.

"Is it good, Sir?" She'd picked up his signature smirk with no practice.

Baekhyun lifted SooRi from his length by her chin, "Ah, ah, ah. I want to pump that pretty pussy full of cum."

Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red as she stood in front of him, lips glistening in the brief flashes of light.

"You think if I put a baby in that tight little stomach, you'll have a reason to stay with me?" He whispered roughly in her ear.

She nearly lost her breath at the new side he was revealing.

He stood up, leading her to the hood of the car with one hand and holding his pants to help his waddle with the other.

When he found a comfortable spot, he cupped his hands under her ass, lifting her on the hood of his sedan.

She landed with a soft thud, tensing at the cold metal beneath her.

"Spread those legs, baby," he took a few seconds to kiss her inner thighs and pass his tongue over her slick opening.

Baekhyun lined his shaft up to her entrance, rubbing her clit with his thumb and parting her wetness with his tip.

"Mmmmm, don't tease," SooRi panted, hips moving at the slightest sensation.

Her body was on fire and no amount of air could cool her down. She needed release and wouldn't be denied. Not this time, anyway.

He pecked her lips, pulling her bottom lip through his teeth, just the way she liked it. Within a moment, he shoved hard and pushed his entire length into her in one thrust, holding her hips to pull her against him.

"You. Never. Fucking. Leave. Me. Again. Got it?!" He blew through his teeth, each thrust more powerful than the last.

It was her turn to grunt, grit, and moan, feeling his length tunnel into her. His thickness stretched her more than she remembered. She dug her hands into the hood of the car, frustrated that there was nothing to grab and hold onto for dear life. SooRi felt like she was losing her grip--not only on Baekhyun’s car, but reality--as he started moving, drawing back, and thrusting his length into her again and again.

"Oh, fuck! Keep fucking me like this, Sir! I'll never leave you again, Baekhyun!"

His mouth dried before a broad grin covered his features, "Learned your lesson so soon?"

SooRi could barely respond when her eyes shut tightly, riding the wave of pleasure flowing through her body. An onlooker would have described her as possessed, the way she writhed, convulsed, and shuddered. She rocked back and forth, still sliding on his dick, moaning unintelligible, incoherent strings of words.

The rocking BMW didn't have much of a chance to still as Baekhyun tipped over the edge. He felt his balls contract up towards his body, anticipating the muscle contractions start that would send him cumming inside her, and he grabbed her hips with both hands again to pull her back into him.

The spasms lasted for what seemed like forever in those moments of release. He bucked into her erratically as his ejaculation subsided, slowly coming down from the high.

--

Baekhyun rested inside her for a few minutes, before slipping out, gradually softening while SooRi adjusted her dress.

He pulled his pants up and hopped back in the driver's seat, waiting for SooRi.

When she closed the door behind her, they buckled up and peeled out of the alleyway.

"Maybe, I should leave more often?" SooRi winked as they headed to her place.

"Maybe, you need another lesson?" Baekhyun gripped her thigh, as he sped off into the distance.

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For Family

Title: For Family

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary:  The reader is a hit-man for the mob.  The boys get into more trouble than they can handle.

Warnings: Swearing, descriptive violence, making a murder look like a suicide

Note: Italics mean it was in the past

It all started when you were ten years old, the sweltering heat of an Arizona summer sun was hot enough, but you being left in the car with the windows up and doors locked while your mother, Darla was trying to score more drugs for her and her moron boyfriend  Lucas.  Said moron was waiting outside the car, making sure you couldn't get out and ruin the deal was laughing at you.  Sweat was pouring down your face and you could feel yourself grow weaker every passing second. You eventually passed out, sounds of a skirmish reverberating in the back of your mind.

It was the sound of shattering glass that momentarily woke you from your heat stroke induced stupor, a big fat man with greying hair carrying you to a cool place.  "To the hospital, Henri" the man said to the driver and the smooth motion of the car eased you back into a deep sleep.  When you awoke, you were in the hospital getting fluids and the fat, aging man sitting beside you with all the love of a father in his eyes.

"Hello, Little One" he greeted in accented English  "I am Enrico Gatto.  From this day, I will be your father" he kissed your hand and you nodded in respect and accepted his hospitality with grace.  "What is your name, Little One?"

"Y/N, L/N" you answered weakly.

"No" the old man shook his head "From this day, you will be Gatto.  My daughter" you didn't argue with him even if you could.  You had heard of the Gatto crime family and what they'd do to anyone who disrespected them.  You'd much rather live by their rules than end up in a filthy, battered orphanage with the thousands of other parent-less bastards the family left in their wake.

Your eyes were getting heavy again, and when you felt the gentle caress of his hand on your forehead, he said "Rest now, when you are well again, your training begins..."

In the world of 1981 at twenty years of age you were already the most successful hit-man in the Gatto family.  Your father had ordered you to go to Los Angeles and keep an eye on his biological son there, and if he acted against the family to take him out. For the past ten years of your life, you were trained in business practices, hand-to-hand combat and all the different ways you could fuck with people's minds and lives.  Only a select few of The Old Man's men knew your real purpose there, and they reported directly to you the goings on of the son, Gino.  The only person you answered to was Don Enrico himself.

But to keep up appearances of being a shy, weak damsel in distress, you were told to dress modestly, keep your head down and your nose out of drugs, and use your former name when people asked about it.  Other than that, you could do whatever you want.  But if you ever saw a crow with a messenger pouch on its leg, you had to drop everything and do exactly as the note said, then send the bird back with a white rose petal stuffed in the pouch to tell The Old Man that the job was done.

In your spare time, you rented out a shitty apartment in a filthy building where the renters directly below you were always loud and rehearsing their rock music.  To be completely honest, you knew next to nothing about rock music at all-the only music the Old Man would allow was opera.  The first time you heard them play, you had an epiphany-you actually liked their kind and went down to ask if you could listen to them.

The drummer leaped over his drum set and ran up to you, with a big grin on his face "Fuck yeah you can!"

The bassist and guitarist looked at each other in utter annoyance, the consternation clear on their faces.  Finally the bassist said "Okay, just be quiet and sit on the couch.  You're so lucky you're cute" the guitarist just rolled his eyes.

"Fuckin' teenagers and their fuckin' hormones..." he grunted.

The singer eased his way over and sat down on the couch next to you and said "Hey, cutie!  I'm Vince what's your name?"

You internally rolled your eyes at the word "cutie", you hated pet names like that and if you ever got the chance you would teach this blonde surfer punk some manners.  "I'm Y/N, L/N.  I live right above you!" you added the most annoying valley girl giggle you could muster, to which you saw the guitarist's eye twitch in rage.

When the other three heard where you lived, they kind of looked down in mock shame.  "Sorry" the drummer said "our rehearsals and parties must be so loud it's hard to think up there..." he extended his hand and said "I'm Tommy!  Nice to meet ya!" you shook his hand firmly.

"Nikki" the bassist said, raising his hand and a weak smile.  He seemed to be warming up to you slightly.

In a barely audible voice the guitarist added "Mick" without as much as looking up.

"We're playing at the Whiskey A Go Go tonight!  You should come!" Tommy said and added "we always have parties afterward!  Come to that too!"  It was as if the tall young man was one of those 'Love at first sight' assholes.

"That sounds great!" you said in excitement "What time do you go on?"

"10:30" Nikki said, not at all perturbed at the addition of another fan. 

"Cool!" you then saw a crow with a message pouch in the window, not skipping a beat you checked your watch and said "Shit I'm going to be late for work!  See you later!"

They all waved good bye, some more enthusiastic than others.  You went back to your apartment and opened the message.  Only a single word was written on it "Gino".  You swallowed it right away,  and prepared for a fun time.   You hated that prick ever since The Old Man bought you back to his house.

You knew by now, the few men who knew of your whereabouts had their orders to subdue Gino and wait for you to get there.  They would chloroform him during breakfast and keep him drugged until nighttime. 

When he woke up, you were the first person he saw.  "You have been a bad boy, Gino" you said in a condescending tone "Prostitution and drug trafficking?  Really?"

"Hey!  I'm bringing in cash for the family!" he protested, but with great satisfaction you swing the butt of your handgun across his face, blood spurting from his nose and mouth.

"You know the Old Man's rules" you said "No hookers, no drugs and no kiddies" you cocked the gun, rolling the bullet in the chamber and placing the gun to his temple "When you get to Hell, Gino tell em Y/N sent you" and pulled the trigger.  A reddish pink cloud erupted from his skull, brain matter and bone littered the floor of the warehouse.

You were wearing latex gloves of course, and put it in Gino's dominant hand.  You then placed a typed suicide note at his feet.  When you called it into the police you stripped from your work clothes and tossed them into a burning trashcan along with the gloves.  Underneath you were wearing a tank top and Daisy Duke shorts, waking towards the Whiskey.  One of the other guys had already sent the crow back to The Old Man with the white rose petal.

You came in the middle of a song, the whole place was rocking out and you were genuinely having a good time when the song ended and Tommy saw you front and center. Apparently it was the last song of the night and he ran up and hugged you like you were old friends.  You were taken aback but you returned the gesture, saying "Sorry I was so late!  I was stuck at work!"

"What do you do that takes more than eight hours?" Mick asked suspiciously.

"I work at a nursing home as a house keeping lady" you said, having procured a name tag from Sunnyside Nursing and Retirement Home, complete with your name, picture and job title.

"That's cool, sweetheart" Vince said, another tack on your tally for utterly beating the shit out of this blonde bimbo.

"It's a job" Mick smiled softly, finally taking a liking to you.

"So let's go to that party you were talking about" you winked at them, and they all smirked with knowledge of what they were about to partake in.

When morning came, you were crashed on their couch wearing one of their shirts.  The smell of burning eggs wafted to you and made you cough.  "Who taught you how to cook?!" you shouted as you opened the widow to get the smoke out.

"Julia Child" Mick answered sarcastically, as the toast began burning as well.  "Eat, I wanna talk to you" he slowly sat down across from you.

"It's black" you said "I'm not eating that" you pushed the plate away in disgust.

"Fine" he scoffed but then got serious "Your last name, my sister married a man with that same name" your stomach dropped from its place into your feet.

"What are you getting at, dude?" you asked.

"What are you're parents names?"

You wouldn't answer him, feeling yourself getting tense "I don't like talking about them"  the one thing that got under your skin quicker than anything else was talking about HER.

Mick did his best to try and stop you physically but his physical limitations stopped him from doing more.  "I might be your uncle" he said quickly.  A million thoughts came flooding your head, clouding your judgement.  You were about to say something, but the training you received from the Old Man kicked in so you just walked out in a huff.

You still hung out with the younger members all the time but Mick kept his distance, though from his facial expression it was rather painful for him to see you.  A few weeks went by without hearing from the Old Man, but one day a crow with a message tapped on your window.  You let it in, petting it's head.  The message was some random druggie business associate of the Old Man's, who apparently didn't pay his monthly protection fee and narc'd on the Old Man.

You sighed and got his address from the note where you were also instructed to make him suffer.  But imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find some of the Old Man's fingermen with the dude right here in the apartment.  One of the Old Man's most important lessons was to never bring your work home with you.  Its like shitting where you eat.  You don't do it.

It was late on a Saturday night, the party was raging downstairs with its loud music, people so fucked up that they could barely walk so nobody would notice.  You immediately knew what was going on.  Some men loyal to Gino wanted revenge, but if you were to die today, you wouldn't go without a fight.  You reached for your handgun but shot were fired before you could even get a round off.

Bits of plaster went flying through the air, the impact making the paper thin walls crack and see into the apartments next door.  You dove behind your couch for cover, praying that it was thick enough to stop the bullets.  Sounds of people running and screaming from the whole floor flooded your hearing and you were bought back to your training-imagine an aria.  Soon you couldn't hear anything but said aria, and your focus was reached. 

Almost as if you were a robot, you pulled your gun and fired five shots, three hitting the targets and two missing.  Now that the playing field was more evenly matched, you saw that the remaining two were trying to re-load.  You took the opportunity to push forward the heel of your palm and break a nose, then you grabbed the elbow and immobilized the whole arm.  The man cursed as you performed a perfect hip throw and locked his arm in an arm bar.  With a swift jerking of your hips, you heard a sickening snap as bone went through the skin.

The other guy had re-loaded and a slug went into your hand.  You let out a scream of rage as you rolled the guy with the broken arm on top of you so he could take the bullets meant for you.  You then heard a shotgun blast and everything went quiet.  You pushed the man off you to see Nikki, Vince and Tommy in stunned silence while Mick was expertly holding the smoking shotgun.

"What the fuck..." Nikki started but you shut him up.

"Quiet asshole" you barked, all of your false sweetness now gone.  You peeked out of your window and saw three more cars with armed mobsters pull up and run into the building.

You pushed past them yelling "If you dipshits have enough sense, you'd hightail it out like I am!" you hauled ass down the back stairs and into the alley.  You knew that if they found you here, that your other hideouts were likely compromised as well.  You were about to dash to a manhole and into a sewer when someone pulled you back.  On instinct you ducked and threw the person over your back and rolled into a camel clutch, stretching the person's back beyond what is humanly possible and grasping the head.  The mixture of blonde hair and incoherent screeching of cuss words let you know it was Vince. 

You let him go and said "If you're gonna follow me then hurry up!" you easily lifted the manhole cover and slid it aside, climbing down.

Tommy grabbed your hand and pulled you up "Not without a fucking explanation!" the footsteps were getting closer, shouts of :FIND HER!" were heard.

"If you REALLY want to get blown to hell today then by all means, stay here but I have no intention of dying!  Let me go!" you roared to him.

"NO!" he yelled back, pulling you up.  You pulled a bowie knife from your belt and slashed his hand with it, he reflexively let go and you dropped into the most foul smelling liquid you'd ever inhaled.  You took a few limping steps and vomited.  You heard splashes when more people came down the ladder, and you honestly thought you were done for.

You were shocked when Nikki and Tommy hoisted you in between them and began walking.  You were soon on the very edge of town when you three emerged from the sewer, all smelling like a fucking toilet.  "We're here..." Nikki said, letting his side down and knocking on the door "Marty!  Get the iron ready!  I got a gunshot victim!"

Marty was a pimple faced teenage medical master, having graduated as a doctor at age 12.  He was also a stoner who would take people who didn't have insurance and treat them in his little shack.  He was 18 now so it was his very own home, one that his parents couldn't leech off of.  "Got it!" he helped the others bring you in and laid you down on the floor.

"Jesus what happened?!" Marty said as he was applying some ointment to your scratches you got when bullets whizzed by your head.

"Fuck if I know!" Nikki said "We were having a party when we heard her" he pointed to you "fighting with a bunch of guys then gunshots and people running" when the iron was good and hot, Marty sat you up and handed a dirty dish rag to Tommy.  The tallest young man in the room knew what he had to do, he got behind you and gagged you.

The pain of burning flesh was something you felt before as part of your training but it was always so painful.  As soon as the hot iron came down on the raw, bleeding meat of your hand, you let out a muffled scream and for the first time in years, you l"et tears fall down your face.  Tommy kissed your hair and said softly "It's okay, Y/N...only a little longer..."  when they let you up, your good hand swung out and punched Marty right in the face.  He fell back and cursed you, his eye already swelling.

Nikki turned you so he could look directly at you and said "What the ever loving fuck is going on Y/N?"

"I'm a hitman for the Gatto crime family" you told them plainly.  "The Old Man adopted me when I was ten after he killed my mother and her boyfriend" you were beyond pissed now and looking for blood.  You got up, but a jolt of pain from your legs prevented you from moving.

Nikki and Tommy pushed you back down and said "You're not going anywhere.  You need to heal up and get better before you get revenge" Marty was now icing his eye and about ready to wrap your burnt hand.

"Why are you admitting this freely?" Nikki asked.

"My fuckin' cover's been blown, my apartment's shot to shit and if I cant get in touch with the Old Man, he'll come up here and look for me.  That puts you all in danger too" you said.  "Get me the phone..."

Marty was hesitant, but after looks from the others he relented,  You called and explained the situation to the Old Man, and he promised to come get you the next morning.  He did as he promised and got you in the car, looking as disappointed as a father scolding a wayward child.  "What's the matter?" you asked, taking out a cigarette.

"You've failed me, Little One" he said as he pulled out a revolver and handed it to you.  "Take your own life to atone for your transgressions, or I will torture you when we get back to Arizona..." his voice was full of malice and you simply put the gun beside you and looked directly at him.

"You dishonor your family by refusing a direct order?" he was growing incredulous as you stared him down.

"Family? No" the driver turned around and put a bullet in Enrico's head without a word "You? You bet your ass I would"  the blood pouring out of his nose and mouth was like a fountain, staining his upholstery an ugly burgundy

"Nice shot, Uncle Mick" you smirked as you admired his handiwork.

"That's Pumpkin" he replied.  "You get your love of firearms from your mother's side of the family" you laughed at that.  You knew when you talked to the Old Man on the phone the day before, from the sound of shock in his voice that he was the ones who sent those men to kill you, not people avenging Gino. 

The others met up with them back at the apartment and you apologized for playing them like cheap banjos, to Vince and Tommy for injuring them.  "So how did you change drivers without the Old Man noticing?" you asked them.

Nikki chuckled "I've got some buddies in the mob too.  I called in a few favors people owe me" that was all that he'd say about the subject and you knew better than to ask.

You turned to Mick and said "It seem like we have A LOT of catching up to do..." you decided that you'd let him in your life if he wanted it.

"That we do Pumpkin" he smiled warmly "That we do"

#motley crue #mötley crüe #the dirt #the dirt movie #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #vince neil #motley crue imagine #mötley crüe imagine #the dirt imagine #nikki sixx imagine #tommy lee imagine #mick mars imagine #vince neil imagine #motley crue fanfiction #mötley crüe fanfiction #the dirt fanfiction #nikki sixx fanfiction #tommy lee fanfiction #mick mars fanfiction #vince neil fanfiction #imagine #fanfiction #submission #submitted

[cloudywithachanceofwatering]

the galtean tattoos and piercings [ mostly for the brave , pt3 ]

you might be wondering - cloudy , wtf is that username and where is the tattoo shop - i wonder that too but you shall see soon

p.s - anything with a bracket has a cm behind it unless it's not numbers . then go ahead and assume it's not height-related .

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the rest of the afternoon , they went full blown matchmaking mode . " listen man , if we want them to do the deed , first they have their needs , " lance slammed his hands on the table , a customer walking in and widening their eyes a bit before backtracking and walking back in , albeit further from lance .

" no lance , you aren't listening ! " pidge pressed her fingers against her temple . " we need them together first , then we set the plan into action . " lance threw up his hands , " listen babygirl , i know you cute and all but this attitude ain't it . boo , they need to go on a solo trip first and we stalk them , then we head out with your plan . "

the full-blown chaos at the table for two continued , as allura and romelle calmly took orders . " mmmhmm , aight , i need to dip soon before anyone from class sees me - " " well what about me ?! " " shit i forgot you weren't twelve , " lance snickered playfully as pidge leaned over the table to punch him . " fuck you ! "

quietly , they snuck out the moment shiro and matt walked in during their lunch period - yes , the ' double trouble duo floopers ' - i swear i'm only the narrator - were intense stalkers . they hid behind the counter , staring right at the ' #shatt ' couple as they sat at the table the duo was hust at . " ⁰⁰⁰k s⁰ l¹ke wh⁴t'⁵ the p¹⁴n , " lance whispered , pidge scrunching her eyebrows at him . " what the fuck did you just say ?? " she whisper-shouted , cause lance to roll his eyes and nearly stand up , if it wasn't for pidge . " i said ok so like what's the plan - " " no yer fokin did nawt ! "

their under the counter bickering continued , until pidge's ass was met with a rough kick from allura , allura's face with a desthly sweet smile . " hey matt ! hey shiro - since when did your lunch breaks fit together so nicely ? " allura teased , hearing matt snicker a bit . lance and pidge , from behind the counter , physically f e l t shiro's blush as they scrambled to sneak out .

" th¹⁵ ¹⁵ ⁰ur ch⁴nce , " lance hissed , trying to hold back laughter . pidge pinched his cheek , " ⁵top talking in goddamn ... superscript or the ... fuck math . " lance pushed her by the booty out as they crawled , " i said this is our chance !! move !! "

as romelle blocked the display on her left so the duo could slide on out safely without being notice - " pidge ? " matt squinted at the display case , " oh no , pidge is in class , isn't she ? besides , she never comes to our shop unless it's lunchtime , " romelle diverted matt's attention , the crawling duo quickly falling over themselves on the slippery tiled floor as they walked on all fours - more correctly , struggled and slipped and mopped the floor -

" ... pidge never comes alone ? she's never seen here without me , lance , hunk or keith ... ? " matt raised a eyebrow suspiciously , shiro's mind turning and turning and - " she's here with lance , isn't she ??? i didn't mark her attendance this morn - " matt flung his head around towards shiro on his left his face half scrunched up with confusion . shiro blushed a bit and he told himself this was the wrong time to feel this sinful way .

matt looked at romelle's nervous face , looked back at shiro and looked to the gorund on his right as he heard some knocking noises . he blinked once , twice , opened and closed his mouth , " so you played truant with lance ? mom's gonna - " he paused abruptly , wincing as pidge's face crumbled a bit .

shiro blinked at least five times , looking around . " ... your mom's gonna what ? i-i didn't see her contact number on the list in the ' call in case of emergencies ' column , " shiro squished matt's shoulder , confusion intensifying as allura and romelle cringed physically , the line of customers backing away a bit as they formed a new line so allura could take their orders .

matt , in all his 5'2 glory [ 161 if you're like me and had to use google to figure out because america doesn't work the same way as pretty much the rest of the world ] - not including his shoes and hair though , in that case he's 5'10 - immediately threw shiro's hand off him and dragged pidge and lance out , throwing them harshly on the curb and shouting bloody murder about truancy and that they should've have skipped class and all the things that shiro would've said but in a much softer voice and even softer use of language . " uhm . t-two caramel fraps with no whipped cream ? " shiro itched the back of his neck , handing allura his credit card as romelle went outside for damage control . " c-coming right up ??? " allura swiped his card , gave it back to him and shiro smiled nervously before heading outside for damage control part 2 .

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so here shiro was , trying to stop matt from pulling the troublemaking duo's ears and saying sorry to the passerbys . " l-look matthew , you don't have to - " " stop calling me matthew , just call me matt , and yes i have to ! " shiro blinked a blush as he opened the door to the tattoo shop .

a few heads turned as the bell on the door rang , the windchime in the shop right next to the door clinging ... sweetly , as weird as it is - albeit on the softer side as well . not what you'd expect from a typical windchime .

lotor smiled painfully as he finsiehd up some paperwork and handed it to the nervous client , whispering assuredly to them - " don't worry , our reputation as a shop is that it's mostly only for the brave , so y'know ... ya gotta have some kind of balls to come here . " the client just sucked in some air , refusing to turn around .

" matt , stop please , i'm literally 6'2 [ 190 ] and you're bringing me down to like , 7'4 [ 225 ]- wait no i meant 5'4 [ 164 ] - ouch ! " lance whimpered , pidge just getting dragged upwards since she was 5'2 . i'm not kidding here , she's like , the bare minimum of 159 . she likes to say 159.5 just to make herself feel better so she can round it up to 160 .

matt psuhed them down at his work station and closed the curtain , sitting down on the swivel stool and sighing , hands covering his face . pidge and lance sat close to each other , lance gulping a bit at the sight of a cotton ball with dried blood on a tray with piercing items . shiro had taken notice of the cart's tray and out of sheer terror , dropped it into the trashcan next to the cart , pitying the poor person who had to sit through that .

matt breathed in deeply , proceeding to stand up and make the swivel chair taller , before sitting back down and taking off his shoes and hearing them drop against the floor . then , quite unnervingly , looking directly at pidge and lance in the eye . " miei amici , mi amigos , 我的朋友们， my friends . how many languages do you need til you understand ? what has gotten into you ?! especially you , katie - la mia famiglia, il mio girasole [ i'm sorry , i had to google translate , hopefully it means ' my family , my sunflower ' ] ! mama and papa trusted me to take care of you since we were little kids - " matt cut himself off , putting his head on shiro's bicep as he sighed , squishing it a bit . " stress ball , " he whispered quietly as shiro patted his other shoulder .

pidge and lance were trying not to ship it too hard in misdt of the end of their life . shiro breathed out , hoping he wasn't blushing too hard . " listen , please ... " he did a dad sigh , matt following along . " i know that it's ' oh-so-hard ' to sit down in a classroom and listen to a teacher drone on and on and i get it - i was a student myself quite a while ago . but it doesn't mean you can simply skip like this , " shiro scolded gently , petting matt's hair as matt clung to him increasingly more .

the recievers were just quietly staring at their hands , starting to feel bad . " we're s⁰rry , " lance said quietly , his voice cracking a bit . pidge held back a badly timed laugh , shiro shaking his head as he watched pidge struggle to hold back .

#cloudyhadachanceofwatering #plance #vld pidge #vld plance #voltron plance #vld lance #vld shiro #vld allura #vld #voltron #voltron matt #vld matt #weeeeeewoooooooooo im finally done with this xoxo it got real long and its been in my drafts for years now lol #galteantattoosandpiercings

[korean-hellhole]

Everything.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Christmas/YouTuber AU

About: You receive cute bunny plush from one of your viewers for Christmas.

Word Count: 2k.8

Date: 11 December 2017

A/N: This is the first story for my BTS Christmas Masterlist which is being updated throughout December! I hope you like this story I’m crying over how cute this guy is. ;-;

“I still can’t believe so many people send you so many Christmas gifts every year. Honestly (Y/N) …your viewers are so fucking devoted, I can’t even. Look at this! Somebody got you something from fucking Swarovski!”

You giggled at your friend’s astonishment before turning to continue stacking up the Christmas presents that had piled up in your room.

“Remember not to open any of them Lexi!”

She huffed, slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to see what was inside the fancy blue jewellery box and walked over to you with another wrapped present. “Yeah yeah I know, you open all the gifts during the filming of your video.”

You nodded, smiling as she groaned playfully every time she saw an expensive gift. “I swear I would become a Youtuber just for the sake of receiving this many presents in Christmas…”

Lexi grabbed a heavy package from the floor before turning around to leave it on the heap of gifts on top of your bed when she bumped into another present.

The gift box fell from the presents tower, tumbling into the ground and you watched as the lid slid towards your bedroom’s door before rushing to pick up the box.

Kneeling down next to the package, you couldn’t help but shyly peek inside the topless container and your breath hitched. Your friend’s apologies fell silent to your ears as your eyes landed on the grey bunny soft toy resting on top of a velvety surface.

Before your mind could even process what you were doing, you had picked the soft rabbit from the box so you could hold it closer to you. The bunny’s ears flopped beside its face in an endearing manner and the two large black eyes shined innocently back at you.

You tugged at the bright red bow tied around its neck marvelling at the rich smooth texture of it and glanced back to the box to notice a rectangular shaped card lying where the bunny once lied.

Picking up the cream coloured card with your free hand, you smiled as you read the neat handwriting written.

His name is Kookie.

“Kookie huh?” Your eyes lit up at the cute name and Lexi chuckled while smirking at you. “What happened with not opening any gifts before filming (Y/N)?”

“Well you were the one who knocked the present.”

She puffed her cheeks indignantly when she couldn’t think of anything to counter your argument but grinned at the bunny in your hands. “It is pretty cute. Who’s it from?”

You looked for the name of Kookie’s last owner and shrugged when it was nowhere to be found. “I don’t know; they didn’t leave their name.” Your friend gasped dramatically, her eyes glinting mischievously. “What if it was a boy? Oooh (Y/N) you have a secret admirer ~~”

“Oh hush.” You smiled at her antics and placed the last present on top of your bed before resting your hands against the curve of your hips and admiring the pile of gifts your precious viewers had sent you. Just like Lexi, you were extremely surprised when your followers had started sending gifts, it had started three years ago when one of your fans had given you a Christmas present. You had been so excited, you uploaded a video thanking the sweet girl for the package and to your dismay, the following year you had found a pile of Christmas gifts from your viewers on your doorstep that seemed to increase during the whole month of December.

So, you had decided to make it a tradition to open all the presents in annual video you posted mid December. The gifts ranged from cute cartoon drawings of yourself to luxurious and sparkling jewelry and despite adoring every single present, you silently wondered if you were worth all this affection from people you’d never even met before.

You looked away from the heap of presents, your gaze setting on the white scenery outside your house. Small snowflakes sat around the edges of your window and they seemed to slowly melt away with the late afternoon winter sunlight. “I should start filming before the sun sets.” You muttered softly, hugging the bunny close to your chest before glancing at your friend with pleading eyes.

Lexi rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to get kicked out and walked out of the bedroom, waving as she left. “I know when I’m being asked to leave, text me when you finished (Y/N)!”

You waved back before closing the door and rushing to set up your film gear and camera out and sat on your bed. Hiding the bunny behind your back, you smiled and faced the the camera just as it started filming and smiled sweetly, waving enthusiastically at the lens.

“Hi guys, Merry Christmas!”

Jungkook stumbled into his room in a hurry, groaning as he bumped into the walls and furniture and flopped onto the bed to reach for his laptop desperately.

After receiving a Twitter notification from your account informing your followers that your new ‘Opening viewers’ Christmas gifts’ was being released today at 8 PM (PST), he soon realized that was exactly in 5 minutes and immediately rushed to wait for the video.

Struggling to plug in his headphones, his mind went into frenzy as he watched the time on the top corner of the screen.

12:56PM (KST)

“Fuck.” He muttered, noting the video was 4 minutes from being uploaded. The YouTube page popped up and he typed in your name hurriedly in the search bar. Your smiling face appeared on the bright screen and he clicked on it, his cheeks flushing at how cute you look in that picture.

His finger tapped the cool surface of his laptop and his leg bounced impatiently as he stared at the time intently. The raven haired boy silently willed for time to speed up, cheering loudly when the digits on the clock shifted.

12:57PM (KST)

The boy’s eyes darted around the room, trying to find a distraction and spotted the trashcan which was filled with cream coloured cards with the phrase: ‘His name is Kookie’ written on them.

His heart pounded loudly against his chest at the thought of watching your adorable expressions and hearing you giggle at the crazy gifts your viewers had bought.

Jungkook had been watching you for exactly 2 years now, your cheerfulness and endearing clumsiness capturing his heart, and it had taken him exactly the same amount of time to get past his fear of rejection and buy you a Christmas present. It had started out as spark of curiosity when a classmate of his introduced your channel to him, he found amusement in how embarrassed you could get at small insignificant things, until he soon realized that the interest had grown into affection while he wasn’t looking and all of his thoughts were gradually occupied by you, your smile, your laugh… everything about you made his knees weak.

The raven haired boy had been taking a walk down the streets of Seoul with his friends when a grey bunny soft toy sitting on an armchair in a store window caught his eye and the boy immediately rushed into the shop.

He remembered Taehyung and Jin asking what was wrong as the six boys awkwardly walked into the girly store to stand behind their maknae. Jungkook gingerly took the rabbit and he couldn’t help but imagine you holding the grey bunny, playing with its long floppy ears, snuggling with it while looking outside the window with sheets wrapped heavily around your body and his heart sped up in excitement.

12:58PM (KST)

“Is it for your girlfriend?”

Jungkook turned to see a girl staring at him expectantly, when they made eye contact she grinned and gestured towards the name tag on her shirt. “I work here.” She explained and the boy nodded in understanding before looking back down at the bunny.

“Hyungs! What do you think of this for (Y/N)?”

The boys groaned, realizing what this was all about, except Jimin; who grinned and gave him thumbs up. “Are you finally getting her a Christmas present Jungkookie?” Jungkook smiled fondly and nodded, before gulping nervously when he read the price tag.

“She’s worth everything.” He whispered after a while and handed the bunny plush to the girl.

She beamed and took the grey rabbit over to the cash register, the boys following, snickering at the love struck expression on their maknae’s face.

12:59PM (KST)

Min Yoongi sighed as he watched the young boy walk cheerfully with a small skip on his step and wondered loudly. “Jungkook-ah I don’t want to question your judgement but in what fucking world do you think 150,000 won on a soft toy for a girl you don’t even know is a good idea?”

Jin smacked the blonde boy, worried he might have angered Jungkook. He knew how sensitive the youngest was when it came to the famous American YouTuber: (Y/N) but was shocked when all Jungkook did was chuckle at Yoongi’s bluntness and swing the bag cheerfully.

“Like I said before…(Y/N)’s worth everything.”

1:00PM (KST)

The moment the digits shifted once more, Jungkook snapped from his daze and before he knew what he was doing, his finger had tapped on the refresh button and your new video popped up.

The boy’s fingers guided the mouse clumsily towards the most recent video and and clicked with so much force he was sure the trackpad would crack.

Your smiling face appeared on screen and Jungkook swore at that moment, he had never been more in love with anyone else as he was with you. He stared at the cute red antlers sticking up from your glossy hair framing your face and the way your large baby pink sweater sleeves engulfed your hands in the most endearing manner as you raised them to wave at the camera.

“Hi guys, Merry Christmas!”

Jungkook blushed heavily at the sight of your sweet smile and gentle eyes that seemed to twinkle under the Christmas lights hanging on your bedroom wall. He yearned to be sitting next to you on the bed, to wrap his arms around your waist and have you lean against his chest fall asleep, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and to wake you up by showering your adorable face with light kisses until you were giggling uncontrollably.  

The raven haired boy tore his gaze from you to look at the presents neatly stacked on your bed and tried to find that familiar cardboard box with the huge red bow he’d spent countless hours making and tensed when it was nowhere to be seen.

Had the present not arrived to California yet?

Did it get lost in the way?

Did you even know it existed?!

Fear and disappointment washed over Jungkook as you slowly started opening each present with care, your eyes lighting up at every gift before thanking the person with a bright beam. He watched you with a sad smile on his face, even though he had just lost almost half of his savings on a gift that was never going to reach you…even though his heart ached at the thought of you never being able to hold the soft bunny he had picked out for you with so much fondness, just watching you grin and giggle brought a smile into his face.

Deep inside though, he was slightly relieved you hadn’t gotten his present. Compared to the expensive crystal necklaces and earrings you had received, a simple grey rabbit seemed so small and inferior. The boy gazed at your figure longingly as you turned your head to look for more presents to open before twisting back to the camera, your grin lighting up your entire face, arms hidden behind your back.

“Well, I guess we finished opening all the gifts!”

Jungkook sagged, his head hanging low. So his present really hadn’t arrived…

“…Well...all except for one.”

The raven haired boy tensed, looking back at the laptop screen to watch you giggle nervously. “I know I always open all the presents so you guys can see my reaction, but my best friend, Lexi, was here and she bumped into one of the boxes while we were organizing them and I just couldn’t help but peek inside when the lid fell off the package!” You avoided looking into the camera lens as you confessed what you had done in shame.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as you brought your arms from behind your back, holding a grey bunny plush in your hands and his breath hitched.

Is that…?

“The person who gave this to me never wrote their name on the package but I really want to thank you mysterious gifter! His name is Kookie, isn’t he just the cutest!”

The boy read the Korean subtitles as fast as he could before glancing up at your face and he was sure at that moment, he had never felt to happy. You had the bunny hugged against your pink sweater, your cute nose nuzzling the top of his head making Jungkook’s heart feel like it was about to burst from his chest.

He was in love with you. He was sure of it. He loved you so much it physically hurt him to watch your grin on the screen, to know that your bright laughs and warm smiles weren’t directed to him and him only, he was so close yet so far away from you, before he knew it, a tear had slipped  onto his pale cheek, followed by another and another.

“Anyways, before I finish this video I just wanted to let you guys know I will be travelling to another country for the holidays…In fact, by the time I’ve uploaded this video I will probably be already there! I’m not telling you guys where I’m headed but I’ll keep you updated so make sure to not miss any of my travel blogs!”

You winked playfully at the camera and waved goodbye before the screen went black. With that, Jungkook closed the lid of his laptop and lied on his bed, eyes fluttering shut, an involuntary grin stretching across his lips.

He was right…You were worth everything.

The raven haired boy stuffed his hands into the pocket of his red hoodie and shivered at the cold. It was snowing in Seoul and as much Jungkook enjoyed the beauty of the first snow slowly falling into the city streets, he definitely did not appreciate the the crude cold it brought with it.

As he turned around the corner, a flash of pink caught his eye and the boy’s gaze fell on a girl standing a block away from him. Her fingers clutched a map of the city as she looked around the streets in confusion. Jungkook could only see her back but he was sure that large pink sweater looked familiar and those glossy locks that enticed him like a moth to a flame could only belong to one person.

“I just wanted to let you guys know I will be travelling to another country for the holidays…”

Realization hit the boy like a ton of bricks as Jungkook continued staring at the back of her head… Was he dreaming? Of course, he had imagined scenarios where the two of you would meet someday but he didn’t think it was possible!

…

Could it?

There was only one way to find out.

With his heart pounding so loud he was sure the girl would be able to hear it even from a block away, Jungkook gulped and walked towards her, his hands shaking as he stopped, his dark eyes never leaving the girl’s figure as she turned her map sideways, oblivious to the nervous wreck behind her.

“E-excuse m-me?” The raven haired boy tapped her shoulder lightly and held his breath as he waited for the girl to notice him.

As soon the boy spoke, you froze and stopped fidgeting with the paper map you had bought after leaving the airport. His words were heavily laced with Korean accent but you clearly recognized them as English and you turned around to face him, a relieved smile stretching across your lips at the thought of speaking to someone in a language you actually understood.

“Hello…Can I help you?”

Jungkook felt his heart stop when you turned on the heel of your boot to glance up at him, those dazzling eyes he could recognize anywhere meeting his, and a warm smile lighting up the entire city that was dedicated just for him and him only.

No fucking way.

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[thewinsisterchronicles]

What You’ve Done (P7)

Trigger Warnings: some language, some violence, car incident (reference), angst

see bottom for a/n and tags

Sam didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. He just stared at Dean.

“Y/N...” Dean tried. He swallowed hard before looking right at his brother. “Sam, I had to.”

Sam looked at him quizzically for a second before Dean watched it click together in his eyes. His body drooped in a despaired realization.

“Sam-” Dean started.

“You let them take her-” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut. “And you- you just- did you just-”

“I had to-” Dean tried again, leaning forward in his chair.

“Dean,” Sam snapped, “just- just shut up. Okay? Just shut up.”

Dean leaned back in his seat again, lowering his gaze to the open trashcan. In his peripheral vision, he watched Sam shift and shuffle constantly as he tried to sort out the scene before.

“What were you thinking?” Sam started quietly. His voice was low, angry; Dean knew what was coming next.

“I had to keep you safe,” he said, rubbing a hand down his face. “You heard Y/N; if that stuff Clyde had on you had gotten out, you wouldn’t’ve been able to leave the bunker.”

“Y/N trusted us, Dean.” Sam’s voice rose. “We promised she’d be okay.”

“I know-” Dean tried.

“No,” Sam interrupted, “you don‘t get to speak. Y/N was... she’s family, Dean. Our family. How could you even think about... about doing that to her?”

“Clyde was going to put out a hunter APB on you,” Dean snapped, glaring up at his brother. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk to me,” Sam burst out, exasperated. “Or even just stop and think for a damn second about what the hell you’re doing. We could’ve handled Clyde! I- I just can’t believe it,” Sam laughed heartlessly, “we’ve beaten Amara and Lucifer and been killed more times than I can count on both my hands, and yet you’re scared of some other hunter we’ve only met once before.” Every sharply-enunciated word was accompanied by a jab of Sam’s finger at Dean, whose only reply was a clenched jaw.

“This is Y/N we’re talking about!” Sam was yelling at him now, eyes rimmed red and burning as he took out his anger on Dean. His nose twitched as he seethed with rage. “Y/N, Dean: the same Y/N who saved both our asses more than we care to admit; the one who kept you from bleeding out in Wichita a few months ago; the same one who never raised a hand to anyone who didn’t truly deserve it. She was the one who settled every damn fight between us, when we were too fucking stubborn to fucking fix anything. And I know that you checked on her every damn night because she meant so much to you, because she was the one who calmed you after nightmares. Dean, she got you to stop drinking ‘till you were numb for two whole weeks.”

Sam was nearly panting by the time he reached the end of his tirade. Dean just glared sullenly at him, red eyes matching his brother’s.

“If you even fucking cared about her,” Sam continued, his voice so low he didn’t think he’d keep it, “you’d have found another way.”

“You think I didn’t want to?” Dean lashed out, standing. “This wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, Sam. If you’d gotten the text-”

“What text?” Sam stopped him. Dean looked to the side. “Dean, what text?”

“A couple nights ago,” he admitted, “I got a text from Clyde. I don’t know how, but he got my number. Said that if he didn’t... get her soon, that I’d be burning your body before next year. Between what we know and what Y/N let on...” Dean sighed, looking at Sam for a moment before continuing on, “Clyde’s dangerous. He knows how to work on our playing field and a monster’s. He’s dominated both sides of the board; I don’t want to take any chances.”

“I can fend for myself, Dean!” Sam yelled, throwing his arms out. “I’m a damn good hunter and you know it. I can survive on my own, believe it or not. We could’ve figured something out if you’d just talk to me."

“Talk to you?” Dean echoed harshly, taking a step towards him. “Sam, I’ve tried talking to you. You’re always being optimistic and hopeful and all that crap, but you refuse to see the world how it is. It’s always sunshine and rainbows with you, while I’m stuck trying to figure out what the hell to actually do.”

“Don’t you turn this on me, Dean,” Sam shouted. He took a step towards Dean, hands raised in the air. “I didn’t let Y/N go; I wasn’t the one who let her down. I know you knew that we were her first real family, whether you were going to give up on her or not. You were the one who turned her away, who said she wasn’t good enough-”

Crack.

Dean’s fist collided with Sam’s nose with such animosity that it only took half a second before blood began to pour out of it. His brother stumbled back a bit from the strike. Sam looked at him, almost like he was unfazed by the blow. Dean heaved, glaring at his brother in fury.

“Hit me all you want,” Sam panted, looking straight at Dean. “It doesn’t change what you’ve done.”

They both stood there in silence, for a full minute, before Dean turned out of the kitchen and left. Sam was still panting when he heard the impala’s engine rumble.

Y/N stood, arms crossed over her chest, under the bus stop awning. The rain pounded on the tin roof as she glanced in Clyde’s direction subtly. She saw him, a ways into the forest across the road from her, pointing a gun in her direction.

Aimed at her, more likely.

It was pouring outside, with the occasional crack of thunder, but nothing else could be heard for miles. Not that the bus was supposed to be picking her up.

She was glad to be outside. Even with the pounding rain that stung her open wounds. Even with the knowledge that Clyde was near her, aiming a gun to her head. Even with the lamia that was going to try- and hopefully- kill her.

“Damn it,” she muttered, shivering violently. Her breath formed small clouds in the air when she spoke; it suited her shuddering figure.

“Hey, missy?” a voice drawled from behind her. She tensed. “You okay there, lady?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N clenched her teeth to keep from shivering in the cold.

“Don’t look like it,” the raspy voice continued. A haggard figure appeared in her peripheral vision, smiling strangely. Her eyes were sunken into her skull, large and brown and observant. Her hair was wiry and grey, wisps flying in the wind. She was wearing an old raincoat, galoshes on her feet well used and reaching past her knees. Her fingers twitched in an odd manner, and she was so hunched over that Y/N had no idea how she stayed upright.

“I’ll be fine, thanks.” Y/N shifted subtly. She changed the subject. “Do you know when the bus stops around here?”

“Not for some time.” She swayed in her spot. Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips hungrily. “Not for some time at all.”

Y/N sighed when the bag pulled out a knife.

The blade made way for Y/N’s stomach half a second before she caught the handle, stopping it from catching on her shirt. The old lady hissed. Y/N responded by raising her arm to hit her, but the bag caught her before she could inflict any damage. Both of them fighting for dominance with no hands to fight with, Y/N improvised.

She threw her head back, crashing it into the lamia’s skull with such immense force that the lamia fell to the ground in surprise.

“I should do that more often,” she surmised before nearly collapsing on herself. Her head pounded, but she ignored it. She kicked the knife into the ditch before turning around and picked up a jog into the woods, trying to lose her in the dark that Y/N had already accustomed her vision to.

The lady jumped onto her back with a mangled cry, scratching at Y/N’s face.

“What the-” she sputtered, choking on the fingers she felt poking around in her mouth. Biting hard, the lamia wailed in pain. Y/N felt something crunch beneath her fingers. Shifting, she flipped the woman over her shoulder. The lady screamed again on the ground.

Before she could drag in another breath, Y/N drew her leg back and kicked the lamia’s face as hard as she could before sprinting to the road again.

Something hard hit the back of her head- a rock, she decided- and caused her to stumble. Another rock flew at her, hitting the top of her head this time.

Her vision was clouded over with a mixture of pain and sweat and something else that tasted metallic in her gasping mouth, but she could just scarcely make out two bright headlights on the road ahead. Making a split second decision, she wiped whatever the hell was in her eyes with her flannel and raced to the road. The car was speeding, blinding her so she couldn’t tell the make of it. She heard the lamia crashing through the forest, running towards her.

Y/N made out the license plate KAZ 2Y5 before bracing for the impact.

A generator hummed somewhere in the recesses of Y/N’s mind. The faint murmur of voices gradually became clearer as she slowly gained consciousness. Ever so subtly, she stretched her fingers out to feel the soft fabric underneath her hands. She was laying on something… soft. Like a mattress. There was nothing restraining her, she found, while she shifted slightly enough to feel her immediate surroundings.

If she was on a bed, and free, then she wasn’t with Clyde.

She wasn’t with Clyde.

Her first instinct was to get up, hotwire a car, and drive until the tires gave out. A second more of that fantasy and she probably would have done it, were it not for the sound of something like footsteps on the other side of a wall. Settling down, Y/N regained her focus. She tried to recall something, anything, that might have helped her.

Think. What happened?

The voices became clearer; they were male, murmuring a few words in exchange, speaking with what sounded like a drinker’s drawl. The smell of alcohol filled her nostrils as she took in a shakey breath. She opened her eyes just enough to get a blurry glimpse of one man sitting on the bed opposite from her, while one stood in a kitchen-looking area. Neither of them looked in the other’s direction.

She took in a deep breath, steadying herself. Her hands clenched into fists as she opened her eyes.

“Y/N?”

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Star Wars, the trilogy of ur choice for the ask meme!

I am indecisive as Hell and couldn’t pick and as such just did all three of them, ooops?

original trilogy

my all-time ultimate fave character: um. I have loved Darth Vader since I was five and decided that he was my husband now and this meant that he was going to hold my stuff while I ran the galaxy and also buy me a puppy, because my parents wouldn’t let me have one but he’s the head of an evil empire, so I assumed that he had enough credits to buy me a puppy. Anyway, my answer hasn’t changed. He’s garbage and I love him.

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: Lando is a sort of complicated answer, because it was never that I disliked him?

But when I was younger, I bought into all of the nonsense about him, “betraying” Han, Leia, and Chewie (which is ridiculous, because: 1. he was trying to save his entire city,

and 2. Vader turned the tables on Lando and sprung a bunch of shit on him that Lando cannot be held responsible for, because Vader is the one who made it an issue and it’s not like Lando didn’t read the fine print because there was no fine print for him to read)

—and yeah, basically, I never disliked him, but have come to appreciate Lando more.

a character I used to like but now don’t: …well, it isn’t that I dislike Yoda or Obi-Wan (though the latter benefits from the prequel trilogy a lot here, since Ewan McGregor kinda saved the character from the gigantic dumpster fire of GLucas’s bullshit retcons and Alec Guinness being a huge tool), but when I was a kid, I took everything they said at face-value and have since learned that both of them are totally bullshit unreliable narrators, at best.

a character I’m indifferent about: idk, the Emperor, probably. Like, my biggest feelings about him in the OT are, “Excuse me, you’re in my seat. Trophy husband, please be a hunny and murder him for me so I can get back to my ridiculous power-fantasy daydream of being an overpowered evil overlord with no chill and an OTT evil laugh like a bad girl in a late 90’s anime.”

a character who deserved better: Lando Calrissian, full stop.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: uh. ……pass?

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Han/Leia remains one of the only m/f ships worth caring about, for me, but ijs, Han/Luke is good, too.

a cute, low-key ship: Luke/Wedge, Luke/Lando, or Luke/Biggs.

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: Han/Lando (it’s not unpopular in my particular corner of tumblr but for most people out there, it’s Not A Thing that they can see happening). ……but come on, they act like exes! If they aren’t secretly married (probably under questionable circumstances, for pretty ridiculous reasons) in at least two star systems, I’ll shave Jean-Ralphio’s head.

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: —technically, my answer never did. But when ROTS came out back in 2005, there was a commemorative issue of Rolling Stone that I stole from my Dad because it had a special feature about Darth Vader, and in it, Kevin Smith proposed the idea of Vader/Leia (which he apparently kiddie LARPed with a girl he liked before they knew that Vader is her bio-father), and…… ew, Kevin Smith, what the fuck. Like, even without the parental incest factor, ewww.

my favourite storyline/moment: if it happened in Empire, I will probably never be over it because I am a human cliche and Empire is my favorite (but in my defense: it was not written by George Lucas, and that has a lot to do with why it is noticeably better-written than the other two OT movies). If I had to choose? “I love you” / “I know,” or the final confrontation between Luke and Vader.

Because I am a human cliche, that’s why. …Also, fun fact: when they originally shot the Infamous Scene, the big reveal about Luke’s parentage was kept so under-wraps that even David Prowse (the guy who physically portrayed Vader) thought that the twist was that Obi-Wan killed Anakin.

a storyline that never should have been written: Okay, it isn’t that I object to how the parentage twist meant that GLucas had baited sibling incest with Luke/Leia. What I object to is that GLucas acts like this was intentional, and wants to erase and retcon real-world history (there’s a whole book about it, documenting what actually happened and how GLucas tried to retcon reality), all to make himself look like a genius Auteur™ when, actually he is a fucking hack who stole the credit for the movies’ success from the actual creative people involved.

my first thoughts on it: “pew pew pew, i love star wars, i want a lightsaber, i want to rule the galaxy, pew pew”

my thoughts now: “pew pew pew, i love star wars, i shouldn’t be allowed to have a lightsaber at all bc i would totally mishandle it, fuck george lucas with barbed wire, pew pew”

prequel trilogy

my all-time ultimate fave character: *points above* …like, I have never had it in me to hate the prequel trilogy — the closest that I got to it was, “Okay, it’s not the OT, and it’s kind of silly, but it’s not bad” — and I could never hate it because it’s primarily about Anakin Skywalker, and that’s my trophy husband. He’s space trash and I love him.

I also never hated Hayden Christensen. Like, most of my friends in high school did, but I loved him, and I said things like, “Maybe he’s not the greatest actor but he’s not exactly working with a great script here” but that was the worst he ever got from me (and if I’d known then just how shitty a director GLucas actually is to the actors in his flicks, I would’ve been even more generous).

He was definitely one of the guys who I “had crushes” on, back when I was still trying to convince myself that I wasn’t into girls at all, and all of the lingering fondness for him was a huge part of my, “okay, but were any of my crushes on dudes legit or was there a lot of compulsory heterosexuality that I didn’t get because I was a teenager with homophobic parents who went to a high school where we couldn’t even talk about the homophobia that went on because everybody wanted to think that we didn’t have a problem with it just because nobody got, like, physically assaulted or anything that we assumed happened at other high schools in the area, regardless of how we had almost no evidence one way or the other”

……In retrospect, a lot of the, “crush” that I had on Hayden was that he was a soft-featured pretty boy who was, “like… almost pretty enough to be a girl” (—all I have to say for myself is that I was an ignorant teenager), and I found him attractive because he was: 1. soft and pretty; 2. playing my favorite space trashcan; and 3. hella famous and therefore unavailable

anyway, I love Anakin and…… well.

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: …uh. I have no idea?? The closest I get here is that I went from not caring about Palpatine in the OT to thinking he’s actually an interesting and well-done villain in the PT.

a character I used to like but now don’t: can I pass on this one, too? I don’t have a lot of characters like this in any of the Star Wars movies tbh???

a character I’m indifferent about: Count Dooku (the late Christopher Lee was always amazing but Count Dooku just… really doesn’t interest me as a character), and General Grievous.

a character who deserved better: Padmé Amidala, Mace Windu, and I want to say Anakin, but not in the same way as Mace and Pamdé (who got the shit kicked out of them unfairly and got robbed of some of the moments that they deserved).

Where Anakin deserved better is in how the narrative handled his fall and the issues of agency, responsibility, how he was manipulated and how it affected his ability to be held responsible vs. all of the ways in which he was responsible for his actions and where, how spending his formative years as a slave affected everything, the ways in which the fucking Jedi Order was also culpable for some of this and how their approach to literally everything is emotionally unhealthy, and so on.

Because GLucas handled all of those issues with the grace and tact of a drunk rhinoceros. Which I feel is an incredible insult to both alcohol and rhinoceroses.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: any Qui-Gon ship that isn’t Mace/Qui-Gon, and I will fully admit that that is just my headcanon and my feels of, “Oooh, that could be cool.”

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: Anakin/Obi-Wan and Anakin/Padmé because I am a human cliché.

a cute, low-key ship: Obi-Wan/Dexx (or however you spell the name of his smuggler friend from AOTC).

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: well, these days, Anakin/Obi-Wan and Anakin/Padmé are apparently on the Shipae Non Gratae list in this fandom, to the point that people who ship them will get harassed, dehumanized, bullied, and suicide-baited for shipping them, all because a small but vocal contingent of assholes don’t like them and want to enforce their own ideas about the morality or lack thereof of whatever ships they like or not on everyone — but they weren’t unpopular until very recently, so

otherwise, basically all Mace Windu ships are unpopular by default but come on, Mace/Qui-Gon and Mace/Obi-Wan would be cool

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: uh. Padmé/death, Mace/death, and Star Wars Fandom/suicide baiting people over ships when they’re doing everything that they can reasonably be expected to do in terms of tagging responsibly and respecting their fellow fans.

my favourite storyline/moment: I’m sorry but actually not, but… I love ROTS, and I love the game of torturing myself by watching it like, “Maybe Anakin won’t make all the wrong choices this time. Maybe if I lovingly yell at him loudly enough, he won’t break my heart.”

Also, fuck everyone, his, “I don’t like sand” thing is endearingly doofy, and I can’t flirt any better than that so it is not unrealistic (not least since he hasn’t exactly grown up or come of age in an environment that’s conducive to developing decent social skills or learning the social scripts that one uses when doing things like flirting without saying, “I don’t like sand, but you are very not like sand, and I appreciate that you are dissimilar from sand because sand sucks”)

—I mean, I’m not saying that Luke Skywalker: actual gay space autistic has a father who is also an actual space autistic? ……But, see, I’m totally saying that, and that I also believe the borderline!Anakin headcanon that I’ve seen around

a storyline that never should have been written: idk, I just want my space babies to be happy

my first thoughts on it: “…pew pew pew, i know it’s not the OT but it’s still fun can everybody like stop hating on it, wouldn’t it be more fun to LIKE things, i love star wars, pew pew”

my thoughts now: “pew pew pew, fuck everybody, the entire prequel trilogy deserves better than it got and fuck george lucas especially, but also fuck the jedi order what the fuck, that life isn’t healthy, fuck the haters i love the prequels, i love star wars, pew pew”

new trilogy, inasmuch as i can say with only one movie (since rogue one isn’t in the trilogy and i still haven’t seen it):

my all-time ultimate fave character: Finn or Poe or Rey, it depends on how I feel at any given moment

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: *shrugs*

a character I used to like but now don’t: Well, it’s not that I outright dislike KyBen, but I was so excited for him when the first trailer came out, with his lightsaber that looked so cool, and him being all, “*aggressively fanboys Darth Vader*” — and then we got the actual canon, and like? It’s impossible for me to completely hate him when he’s so fun to make fun of, and he loves his grandfather almost half as much as I do? But…… wow, have you ever met someone who is like a letdown in human form? Because I have and his name is Kylo Ren.

I will say, he is moderately less of a letdown in the novelization of the movie (though I haven’t gotten a copy of the YA novelization and there are apparently some major differences between that one and the “adult” novelization), but: 1. only moderately; and 2. he is even more over-the-top ridiculous and dramatic and kind of asinine in the book. Less of a letdown for various reasons, but still.

a character I’m indifferent about: Phasma, I guess. Like, I am certified lady villains garbage, but she doesn’t really DO anything? She has no discernible personality beyond being the token girl with KyBen and the Annoying Fascist Space Ginger, which could actually be a cool thing — I mean, Gwen Christie is a tall, white, blonde, and physically intimidating as fuck, and it would be super interesting to use Phasma as a Star Wars style reflection of the white women who get involved in the real world movements that inspired the First Order — but?? So far, all she’s done is be an abusive shit to Finn and get shoved in a trash compactor.

a character who deserved better: #Protect Finn Stormbreaker At All Costs.

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: Phasma/anybody — like, I know it’s usually misogynistic to say, “she has no personality” about a lady character…… but Phasma genuinely has no personality, so far, because she has done a grand total of bugger all in actual facts canon.

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: …I feel like it’s too early to say this because this trilogy isn’t even fully out there, yet? But solely in the sense of, “this is my favorite”… Finn/Poe/Rey, because it means that I don’t have to choose between Finn/Poe or Finn/Rey when both of them are so good.

a cute, low-key ship: I am literally only putting Rey/Rose and Rey/Jessika here because we know nothing about Rose yet, aside from how she works in maintenance with the Resistance and is adorable, and I love Rey/Jess, but it’s objective fact that Finn/Rey has more to work with, because Finn is a major character and Jess isn’t.

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: eta: okay, I forgot to do this one, because all I could think of was, “idk I’ve read some Ky*lux fic that didn’t suck because I wanted one of my kinks satisfied and I wanted Star Wars and the only game in town was Ky*lux so I read it, and… eh, it didn’t suck?” — but Ky*lux is objectively not unpopular (it’s unwelcome among some fans and that’s their prerogative but the numbers don’t lie and they say that it’s not unpopular), so idk

Also, the nicest thing I could say is, “those fics didn’t suck” but in fairness that’s probably less a function of them being Ky*lux and more a function of how they’re for one of my kinks, and the writing that exists for said kink is largely pretty…… Not Good.

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: I’m waiting for the reveal that Rey and Kylo are cousins or something, because I’m expecting it to happen, and then a lot of the people who ship it, “because Kylo is totally better than Finn because of reasons that have nothing to do with racism because the shippers said so” will jump ship and I will go, “I told you so, did you not pay attention to Luke and Leia or what.”

Note: I am specifically only talking about that particular kind of Rey*lo shipper, because in fairness, there are plenty of people who ship it in ways where they don’t actually want Rey and Kylo to be together, and in ways where they don’t bash Finn, and yes, it’s a pretty fucked up ship, but there are people who ship it in fucked up ways and tag all their shit responsibly, and I will have nothing to, “I told you so” about at them, in the event that Rey*lo gets jossed by them being blood relatives.

my favourite storyline/moment: the one where KyBen is all, “*ACCIO GRANDPA’S LIGHTSABER*” and Finn is all, “NOT TODAY JACKASS” and then Kylo tries it again and the lightsaber is all, “NO I LIKE REY BETTER” and the theme music swells and FUCK IT YESSSSS

a storyline that never should have been written: … *shrugs*? the trilogy is still being played out, we don’t have a lot to work with here yet

my first thoughts on it: “pew pew pew, i love star wars, i love the theories that kylo ren is actually jacen solo, zoom zoom fights in space and flying in space, whoosh whoosh shiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnng lightsaber noises, i love star wars, pew pew”

my thoughts now: “pew pew pew, i love star wars, lmao i am so glad that kylo ren is not jacen solo, jacen sweetie i am so sorry that i ever wanted that you deserve so much better, finn and rey and poe and rose and jess should all be happy and like adopt a puppy, also luke is gay now because fuck george lucas, i am so proud of my gay autistic space son and how he now wants the jedi to end because he has realized that the only way for the force to have balance is if there are NO jedi and NO sith, whoosh whoosh shhhhiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnng lightsaber noises

“like seriously how has it taken this long for this idea to make it to the main canon (since lbr most people don’t know jack about the EU or KOTOR or anything), i mean wow it is almost like the jedi and the sith are both totally fucked up beyond all hopes of salvaging either faction not least because having either faction in the first place makes humans more likely to fuck up everything with the force because people suck, WHOOSH WHOOSH SHIIIIINNNNNNNG MAKES SAID LIGHTSABER NOISES EVEN MORE LOUDLY TO PISS OFF GEORGE LUCAS AND HE CAN’T DO SHIT TO STOP ME BECAUSE HE DOESN’T OWN THE EXCLUSIVE RIGHTS TO THE UNIVERSE ANYMORE HA HA FUCKEDDY HA HA HA, #KreiaWasRight #TotallyVindicated, i can’t believe that rey and luke are going to be queer autistic space icons together #blessed

“i love star wars, pew pew pew”

#sikenesque #memes for ts #mine: asks #ask box tag #opinions for ts #star wars #longish post// #mine: star wars

[apsbicepstraining]

5 Harsh Truths That Will Make You Less Of A Jerk

Humanity is principally defined by its is no way to seize the obvious. So, let me ask you this TAGEND

What is the most obviously wrong shit that beings feel on a daily basis that — wait for it — you too believe ?

I’m talking about something that you know on an intellectual level is incorrect, but five minutes after being reminded of it, you forget again. If you can’t think about one, well, I gamble I can. And it comes back to burn you in the proverbial ass method more frequently than you think …

# 5. We Are Privately Sure Everyone Feels The Same Pleasure And Pain

When you’re a toddler, you acquire everyone and everything in your world are similar to you. That’s why you used to think your thrust animals get lonely if you didn’t play with them and that your parents would love your cartoons if they would just give them an opportunity. It’s a normal chapter of a kid’s proliferation and as this much smarter guy points out, we never certainly germinate out of it.

I mean, you probably recollect being a boy and hearing an amazing new song that shaped you want to punch-dance through a brick wall … and then you played it for a couple sidekicks and they just got that gross look on their faces. You know, the watch of nervously pretending to enjoy something loathsome? What follows is more awkward three minutes of your life, during which you find yourself going steadily angrier( “Why are they claiming not to like it? ” ). But eventually, you grow up and realize that not everyone likes the same things.

Years afterwards, you get the flu but ability through production anyway, rather than miss season. Then, a co-worker catches it and takes three sick daytimes. You roll your eyes and announce him a pussy, automatically assuming that the two of you two are find exactly the same indications, but that one of you was tougher.

The obvious concept you’ll be missing is that standing is at least as subjective as music. Hell, discipline even is indicated that redheads tend to feel more ache than everyone else, due to a genetic quirk. It appears that it’s the same for women, due to how pain signals are communicated to the girl intelligence. Meanwhile, people from colder parts of the world literally stop feeling the cold the method the rest of us do. Some beings almost never appear fear — not due to firmnes, but due to a collapse of certain types of contacts in the intelligence( they’re called sociopaths ). All of the hotshots that motivate us to haunt specific actions and avoid others actually feel totally different from person to person.

She can snow angel for hours on end, but needs an ER trip and three months of rehab after a snowball engage .

You’ll shrug and say, “Of course, everyone known to be, you turdthinker, ” but five minutes after reading such articles, you’ll act in a way that substantiates you don’t. I’ve had fit acquaintances get annoyed with me when I say I’ve never experienced the “runner’s high” euphoria that comes with hard exercise. They say it’s because I’m not pushing myself hard enough, while science says some people are just physically incapable of appearing it. So, are my friends fit because they’re more dedicated than I am, or do they just enjoy the “high” of employ? They clearly want the former to be true. My thin acquaintances don’t like to admit that there’s a hormone that moves you starving and that some people simply have more of it.

That’s because formerly you accept the idea that it rightfully would feel completely different to live inside another person’s form, everything changes. After all, at what point can you safely accuse person for, well, anything?

# 4. We Don’t Realize The Battle Inside

I know what you’re saying. I ever know. “Oh, so you’re one of those buttholes who say nothing is anybody’s blame, because those poor souls are helpless to refuse their caprices? So, when somebody tortures a child to fatality, we’re supposed to give him a hug and say he couldn’t used to help? Is that it, butthole? You are the hole of a butt.”

No! You altogether are defined by how good of a position you do opposing your pernicious exhorts and overcoming hurting. Maturation is an issue of getting better at it; success is an issue of mastering it. Beating back the urge to procrastinate, to cease, to be lazy … that’s how you reach the top, child! Buy my notebook !

But …

You know that person at the part who’s ever furious? He blew up last month because soul lost an invoice. Last Christmas, he lost his shit because he thought somebody stole his lunch out of the fridge. You check him throw his outbursts and marvel at how immature he is. After all, you get angry, very, but you ensure it! Hell, you’ve had people plagiarize your lunch tons of periods, and you’ve never kicked a trashcan so difficult that it left a dent and realise the secretary cry.

Sure, you’ve fantasized about shitting in the culprit’s yogurt and blaming it on the apprentice, but you’ve never actually done it .

However, here’s the thing: From your outcome, he’s “always” angry. From his culminate, he’s had two blowups spread across several months and, in between those incidents, he successfully resisted the recommend to explode 162 experiences . His anger urges come more frequently than yours, and he experiences them more strongly. For him, every “normal” day is the result of a hard-won duel … but, you merely see when he loses. He find himself as the hero of his own life, battered and bruised by his personal demons. You envision him as a ridiculous manchild who loves to discover himself yell. You detest his unstable, feelings ass.

Or, you witness the space your depressed sidekick goes residence from operate and immediately clangs on the sofa, refusing to go out or do anything recreation. You dislike the acces she merely … affords up and refuses to even talking here it. Invisible to you is the merciless attempt she exerted precisely to make it through wreak. So, you get annoyed. Or, you find your marriage “feel like i m cheating on” you. You didn’t investigate all of the dozens of hours he had the exhort and fought. You merely encounter the moment he lastly demonstrated in. And you want to fucking kill him for it.

Basically half of all country music jobs are started this way .

And because you exclusively established up in the consequences of the these combats, they believe your grumbles to be the equivalent of some bureaucrats intimidating Arnold Schwarzenegger’s character after the events of Predator . “Why did you blow up a whole jungle, asshole? Your whole gang is dead, and it’s your flaw! No, I don’t want to hear your apologizes! Whose arm is this? “

“Fuck the chopper, your ass is getting to the unemployment path! ”

# 3. … But We’ll Usually Forgive Ourselves For The Same Failure

Here’s a question I bet you’ve never stopped to ask: Why is it an insult to allege officers of adoration doughnuts? Or to joke about how black people affection fried chicken or watermelon?

And simply clearly stated, those are reviles( in the U.S ., at the least ). If a officer plucks you over and you tell him, “Hey, you know the doughnut shop shuts at 8 p. m ., you better move, ” you know you’re pee-pee him off. If a grey buster moves up to groupings of black people standing on a street corner and says, “What, did somebody sag a barrel of fried chicken? ” he knows he’s trying to start a fight.

One that’ll end with him complaining online that nobody but him has a sense of humor anymore . But, why is it an offend? It’s not like the behaviour itself is vile — right now, there’s some grey buster sitting in a Popeyes Chicken restaurant snickering to his friends because a group of pitch-black guys trodden in. “Ha, how did I know they’d be here! I potted they’d rioting if this neighbourhood closed down! ” — literally taunting their desire of fried chicken through a sip of fried chicken. Well, what you’re find is a ritual we all go through in order to reassure ourselves. “Theres” two steps to it TAGEND

For the first, imagine a group of friends sitting around and sharing embarrassing fibs. As many of you know, during filming of the TV present Nashville , I was accidentally captured in the backdrop of a shot urinating into a fountain. So, I will tell that storey among friends, because I know someone else will immediately try to top it( “One age, ” says John, “I was pissing in the lavatory during a White House tour, and the president strolled in and I inadvertently turned around and pissed on him! I think some of it got in his lip! ” ). The aim is to reassure each other that our lives are screwed up in exactly the same way.

“For the record, John wholly plagiarized that storey from me.”

But, then comes the second largest part of the ritual, in which we’ll jest at somebody else’s screw-ups in a completely unforgiving and mean-spirited room, strictly to reassure ourselves that their failures aren’t like ours. “My family went to India a couple of years ago. All of the streets reek like piss! Merely a disgusting people — they’re like swine! “

This is why I invested my first got a couple of decades of life stimulating gay laughs with my small-town peers. For a cluster of guys scared of what their hormones were doing to them( “they can never know I jerked off to a Sports Illustrated article about beach volleyball! ” ), it was very reassuring to sit around and say, “Man, are you able dream going turned on by buster laughingstock ? ” It’s the same reason we would laugh at a friend’s messy copulation legends( “So, then I wake up and roll over — I’m like, I don’t even know this chick! She looked like fucking Richard Belzer! “) and then immediately talking here what worthless sluts those cheerleaders are. The theme? Our uncontrollable compulsions are lighthearted recreation, theirs are a signaling of weakness and degeneracy.

“Can you believe Richard Belzer just takes these pics that guys like us is likely to be masturbate to? God, what a Hollywood closet case.”

Thus, the “fried chicken” gags. The consequence is that, where my consumption of deep-fried chicken is just a ordinary buster gobbling an incredibly favourite American bowl, their uptake is due to a atrocious cultural failure to control their pushes. It shifts them into cartoonish gluttons, with no more self-control than pups. It’s the same reason my high school gay parodies often implied that homosexuals are ravenous rapists who can’t control their immorality( “When you’re in the cupboard chamber with Kevin, don’t deflect over for the soap! ” ).

But, in addition to causing us to be dicks to other people, this double standard too symbolizes …

# 2. You’re Constantly Getting Blindsided By Your Own Weaknesses

There’s this thing everybody does the first time they have to sit down and write up a budget. They’ll plan everything down to the penny — the really smart ones will even set aside some fund for disaster gondola restores and those sorts of things. But, they are able to also completely fail to plan for one important category TAGEND

Fucking up.

I’m talking about the weekend when you’re so depressed that you only buy a shitload of day-old grocery store donuts and eat all of them yourself. I’m talking about the eBay auction you acquire thanks to a drunken late-night offer, or the expensive talent bought for a special a person who has you detect doesn’t looks just like you back, or the dumb impulse buys you’ll inevitably become when you’re get over the breakup and want some kind of shining spot in their own lives( maybe it’ll be a puppy next time !).

“I’m not going to name you, so I’ll feel less guilty when you have to be returned.”

“Well, I precisely won’t do those happenings, ” you’ll say, “now that I have a fund! ” See, Future You goes tagged with the same ludicrous belief we make about strangers: All motivations can easily be overcome with a little effort. Future You won’t oblige dumb purchases to deaden desolate moods! That shit is what Old You did — from here on out, it’s smooth sailing!

And when you start dating mortal new, you never envisage, “This will be a good person to handle my alternating irritation outbursts and emotional cold spells six months after now! ” You’ll instead suppose yourself being awesome and stable, eternally. And when job opportunities comes up to take on a second place, one that would eliminate both sleep and your social life? “No problem! Future Me doesn’t get sleepy or lonely! Future Me is a robot that works with absolute precision and reliability! “

“Ho Hos from the vending machine are the only Christmas dinner I need tonight.”

Oh, sure, there are parties out there who run the opposite room, who joke about how they’re precisely a loser destined to wind up old and drunkard. But, frequently, the precise reasonablenes they’re down is because they’re repeatedly disappointed by how they screw up in the same roads again and again. Their own weaknesses continue to astonish them, since they are refuse to be realistic about how strong the desires are by comparison. Here’s a relevant time for those of you who want a brief YouTube snap TAGEND

It’s hard-handed, if not impossible, to make peace with the fact that we are always going to fuck up on occasion. And, at health risks of going taken out of situation, I’ve got to say that this has really facilitated me realize Satan.

That concept of a tempter who can work from inside your very mind, offering up short-term gratifications in exchange for long-term destruction … it prepares feel. I don’t mean as a literal being, but as a course to facilitate step outside yourself in those critical time. You get an urge and you stop to say, “Is this the devil, tempting me? ” It realise you suspicious of your short-term indulgings — the starvation, the rage, the selfishness — all that shit that will devastates your relationships and health in the long run. When someone else screws up, you can see them as a fellow casualty of the Dark Lord himself, deserving of sympathy.

But, you know, there’s a intellect Christians still cheat on their spouses and booze themselves to fatality. All they were required to do is change the focus to other people and keep it there( “Gays are just heterosexuals who’ve been invited into sin by the Devil! ” ). Hey, be talking about which …

# 1. We Give Clueless, Bullshit Solutions … And Then Get Angry When They Don’t Work

That last thing is probably the most perfect portrait of what I’m talking about in this article. Why do Christians seem so obsessed with homosexuality? Why have they decided lesbian marriage is the one issue capable of exterminating the light of the righteous from the universe eternally?

Because it’s the ultimate exam of the “Everyone knows the same temptations” fallacy.

If you sit down a cluster of anxious and tired people and start proclaiming to them about their fragilities( desire, gluttony, petty savagery, adultery ), you get lots of vexed folks altering uncomfortably in the pews. But, when you take that same mob and preach against lures they never find, if you rail against the “gay agenda” and Muslims and the depravity of Hollywood, now you get some ovations and “Amens” flowing your room. “Let us all congratulate ourselves for not succumbing to the push to change our sexual orientation or transformed into Islam! We are truly badass fighters of goodnes! “

“Like Jesus before me, I genuinely have the eye of the beast! ”

And obligate no mistake, having grown up in an evangelical church, up until my 20 s I knew exactly how to solve the lesbian wedding act: Simply give them the same rights as everyone else. And by that, I signify the right to marry the opposite fornication. I swear it built appreciation at the time and, because you presumably did not just start reading the clause right here, you already know why. Everyone, I was told, is actually a heterosexual — God said so. Thus, “gay” people simply have a funny fetish for the same fornication that they can get over with a bit tradition. If you’d told me that my homophobia was itself the result of my own bad caprices( including an overdeveloped gumption of disgust that’s common to social reactionaries ), I’d have gazed at you like you’d precisely puckered your cheeks and realized one steady fart noise. ” My behavior isn’t due to uncontrollable impulses! I’m a fully functional human being, with a person, who constitutes moral selects! “

And if you’d told me that not only is what they’re doing not immoral, but that if I swopped organizations with them, I’d be just as gay , if not more so? Hopeless. For me, at the time, the implications would have been shattering.

You’d have gotten a similar mind from me considering anyone outside my own group, in fact. If you’d driven me through the projects, I’d have calmly explained that if I was born there, I’d get a part-time job, save up some money, and move the hell out! I stepped around every day patting myself on the back for overcoming counsels I didn’t even detect, to make myself feel right about the ones I was giving in to on a daily basis. My years of asshole know-how are probably why I’m so fascinated with the Internet’s fat-hating obsession today. I return it up a lot, and it’s because each time some clueless 20 time old-fashioned says, “Losing weight is simple: It’s calories in, calories out! All you need is a little self-respect! ” I smile and nod and think, “Yep, that was me! I thought that same condescending bullshit! “

Spoiler: I was incorrect .

But, I attest that even experts acquire the same damned mistake, and always will. Pick any theme. Like the obesity stuff — we’ll listen a new possibility every month about whether fighting obesity is about cutting carbs, or paunch, or sugar, or precisely dismissing it all and cutting calories. They rarely seem to factor in the only thing that really subjects: which diet doesn’t leave you starving. Because if you’re getting pummeled with emptines insists, you will succumb. This is why exercise doesn’t induce you lose weight — exercise ignites calories but also clears you hungrier. And exactly 100 percentage of humans have a doorstep at which they no longer have the force to repel an exhort. I don’t care who you are — if the president himself got thirsty enough, he’d be begging John to pee-pee in his lip. It’s science.

It would also be a great style to choose who in the field really wants to be president .

Or what about violation? Statistically, if you grew up under certain circumstances, you’re far more likely to turn into war criminals. Now, cue the anecdotes: “Well, I grew up in the rough part of city, and I never so much as got a rushing ticket! ” See, because their impulse to commit crimes is surely no more powerful than ours, and our clean register is, hence, proof that we’re Gandhi. So, why lift a finger to improve those Ferguson “thugs” change “peoples lives”? None helped us! Better to retain a handgun under the couch and imagine about filming them when they break in.

“Well now, wait a second, ” you say, “that simply draws us back to the blame question that “youve never” got around to reacting. If we can’t genuinely know how hard individual pushed the motive to do the shitty happening he only did, then how do we know when it’s okay to call him an asshole ? “

Hmmm. Good subject. Here’s someone babying a minuscule owl.

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I decided to fire up Sims 2 to check its specs and see if anything further needed to be seen to. Other than texture bugs that are par for the course on Sims 2 UC, everything else is cool. It displays all the resolutions and there are no black squares underneath my sims. My sim is current Veronica Vashi (i have a theme of alliterative names lately with sims. My neighborhood is going to turn into a Stan Lee comic book). No mods, so she's face one as a motherfucker. I didn't even bother changing her face. I plan on going to ModTheSims and going through my downloads. I think I can tolerate a vanilla game, but after a while, I get really sick of sims wearing the same clothes and having the same hair. Or using the same faces because most of the default ones are disgusting. Veronica is living in my favorite neighborhood, Riverblossom Hills. Sometimes I will play in Deserata, but I always end up going back to Riverblossom. If I make a custom neighborhood, I will use Riverblossom as a template. Usually when I play in Riverblossom, I will evict the Premade sims and build all of mine. This is always so no matter what neighborhood I use. But this time I decided to go with everything as it starts and try my best to avoid corruption. Her first neighbors are Jason Greenman, Pam Wan, and Leod McLeod. As far as vanilla goes, Jason is extremely attractive. But as those who like playing Premade sims know, he's married to Rose who is a plantsim and they have a plantsim baby. After sending Veronica off downtown to check out the meat market, I decide that Rose would not be an issue for me or stop Veronica from getting Jason. I load up their household to see if there was anything I could exploit to ruin their marriage. I decide not to control anyone to see what happens. Will she neglect him, their baby? No. She's a very good mom and they love each other dearly, and... damn it. I like her. While watching her, she gets a phone call from Gabe, who lives in the O'Mackey house. He asks her downtown. I figure it's a date and maybe she's runnin around with this Gabe guy. Bingo! So I accept. Come to find it's a group outing. However... upon closer look at Gabe, I see he is quite attractive and has one of Veronica's turn ons. Glasses. After the outing, I get this idea. Veronica knows Jason. The group is still together. I buy a poker table and Jason invites Veronica over as a means to set them up. She arrives and I see there is no option to introduce the two (It's been a while since I played, shaddap!), but Jason has some influence. So he influences Gabe to talk and play with her. God bless University! Now they're acquainted. Even better, Gabe is displaying attraction to her. I thought he might've been a townie, but during a phone call, there was an option to invite the household. That means he's living with someone and is likely a playable. I find his house in the hood and see he has a teenage daughter and while not married, is in a relationship with Pam Wan. Shit. I know sims 2 isn't like sims 3, in that sims in relationships need to be extra woo'd to get them to break up, and they have to break up with the other in order to have anything else with yours. But i also knew that if Veronica stole him, I would have to deal with Pam constantly kicking trashcans, getting into fights if she and Veronica showed up on the same lot, or potentially wrecking dates. I had to get her out of the picture. Since she was playable, that would be easy enough. I went to her lot where she lives with her sister. The sister had no part in my evil scheme so I sequestered her off safely to meditate outside while I set Pam up. I saw the house had a fireplace. So i laid a rug in front of it. As if destiny sided with me, Pam lit the fire place. The whole thing would have worked itself out, and I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that meddlin smoke detector! I failed to get rid of them and her stupid life was saved by stupid firemen. Ok, trying again. Failed. Rug didn't catch and the fire went out. Attempt number 3. The old tv dinner. I place a tv dinner in the oven. She walked off herself as sims are wont to do. But when the action to check it queued, i just deleted it. As expected, the stove caught fire. As expected, she panicked and danced in front of it with no clue what to do. Took a while and most of the kitchen, but she finally burned to death. Ahh hahahaha... Ahhhhh hahahaha... AHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! #sorrynotsorry. Now that Gabe was free to pursue, I sent Veronica after him like a hungry baracuda. The first date they were supposed to be on, Veronica was just a moment too late making because god forbid she try to knock the stank off her ass. Being stood up was apparently not one of Gabes fetishes. So he's furious with her. In order to get rid of fury, you can wait it out or get strawberry juice. But in the time it would have taken to grow mouthwatering strawberries if even possible, the fury would have disappated on its own, and a great deal of friendship. Since community gardens are a staple in my sims games, and I had a plantsim at my disposal, I switched back to greenman, had Rose buy a small property and spent the better part of a seaon turning it into a garden of delicious produce that my sims can access at leisure. I then sent Gabe to pick strawberries, sent him back home to make juice, and get the fuck over it. I switch back to Veronica, and invite him over, where i discover those two are super attracted to each other. 3 bolts. They become infatuated that night, and fall in love a few days after. I moved them in as both now want to marry. Only with the two of them and a teenager, the house is cramped. So I left to build them a house. I think I got a little carried away. I wanted them to have a big house on a big lot to be a generational house. But it's over 100,000 simoleons. And I didn't even include a basment or attic. I think it's the furniture and decorations. I may go back and remove most of it, leaving only the essentials. Besides the community garden, another thing I like to do is have a few essential businesses. Like a flower shop, robot and toy shop. A library that uses the bookcase reward item for the teaching profession. This way I don't have to cheat to get that in my households. But I need community skilling unlocked. I also like to make my own dorms at colleges and improve the community lots there by getting rid of the goddamned grills that designers love to place in every fucking lot in the game. Unless it's a park, I don't know why they have to be there. Why does a flower shop need a grill? Or a grocery store? All grills do is create headaches as sims cook up hot dogs and burgers and then proceed to serve them all over the place, killing the environment in the process. Instead of grills, I use vending machines that make way more sense. I also like to have public pools that cost money to swim in, and even nature spas just for getting sims to chill out. I built this one lot called Nirvana once that was surrounded by snap dragons, rewards statues, hot springs, massage tables, and meditation areas that were covered in snap dragons. Plus, I put out a juice bar using the juicer that was stocked with strawberries and lemons. If my sims mood was bad or they were stressed out and their aspirations waning or red, sending them to the retreat would get them right as rain. Since Jason and Rose were the gardening types, I decided to have him purchase the flower shop and stock it with flowers. I usually make these for the snap dragons but i like to provide all the flower types for decoration and gifts as well. And last but not least, a beautiful retirement home for my elderly sims. This may come in two flavors. A retirement center with a single sim who runs it, and is like a dorm for elderly. I have a rich common area, individual rooms with double beds should they be married, and an activity place with hobby items. The sim who runs it does the cooking, the repairs, pays service sims, and all the money comes from merging households. The second flavor is retirement communities that take place in custom subhoods, where retirees live in private apartments or rented houses. Whichever one I go with depends on how many playables I juggle at any given time. I also play households by season and then switch to the next. While not open world like Sims 3, I prefer it that way. Sims still grow up together for the most part. This will my first experience playing premade sims.