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rpmemes-galore · 3 years ago

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a few people wanted to know the story, so enjoy. fair warning, its a long, rough read, with a buncha triggers possible throughout. but hey, hey, enjoy, i guess? will probs end up deleting this later today and gonna work on memes. hope y’all are doing okay, take care.

My relationship with my older brother has always been really... rocky. Without going into too much potentially triggering detail, he hurt me a lot when I was younger, so there's a lot of fear surrounding him. Saying that now as the reason for why I could never stand up to him for this.

A few years ago, my family decided that someone should move into our late grandparents home to look after the place, and I immediately volunteered. I loved that home, that farm. There were a ton of good memories there, and I was so excited when my family agreed. But, then my health took a downward turn and it was decided I couldn't live alone due to safety reasons. Enter, my older brother. He was in his late twenties at the time, and parents wanted him to finally move out, so they said he was going to come live with me there to keep an eye on me in case something happened. I wasn't happy about it, but he was the only one who could, and the only way I'd get to live at my late grandparent's place, so I agreed to it.

Right from the start, things were not great. He didn't help unbox anything except for his own belongings... No kitchen stuff, no bathroom stuff, just his clothes and computer. As it was just me doing it, and with my fragile health at the time, it was taking me a long while to get it all done. And that's when my aunt thought it was a great idea to start doing weekly visits, i.e. inspections of the place. She got pissed when she saw things still boxed up after a week of being there, but told me she was willing to look past it if it got put away soon.

I busted my butt getting everything put away, then. But I was contending with other issues at that point. He'd started messing up the house. I would wake up to find garbage and crumbs across the kitchen counters and table, dirty dishes dropped wherever he was closest to, and his dirty laundry dropped on the living room floor. His room started getting bad, as well. From about a month of being there, it started to stink. I went in a few times and there would be dishes with rotting food on his dresser. The floor was covered in a layer of food wrappers and other garbage. Dirty laundry was thrown everywhere. His game discs, which we'll come back to later, would be laying unprotected on the floor.

It just got worse from there. At the start, he'd tidy up a little bit after himself. If I asked politely enough, he'd throw garbage away or bring his dishes out of the room... only if I asked him. Three months in. That changed. He started getting snippy at me, slamming and locking his door if I asked him to do anything around the house. His messes were getting worse, and it was just me trying to play catch-up everyday. It got to the point my morning routine was wake up, head out to the kitchen while picking up any dirty laundry / garbage on the way, gather up dirty dishes from around the room and put them on the counter to wash, wash a few of them just to get a headstart, wipe crumbs off all counters and table, wash the rest of the dishes (I still don't understand how he could use so many in a single night), sweep floors if the crumb situation was bad enough. All this before I'd allow myself to have anything to eat or drink, due to sheer panic of my aunt stopping by unannounced again and seeing the place in this state.

My brother was working a very part time job at the time and, as soon as he left for his shift, I would pounce on his room. I'd haul out armfuls (plural) of dirty dishes which I'd then hurry to wash, I'd carry out at least one full, heavy duty garbage bag of trash. I would try to make his bed after brushing off the crumbs. All this in the few hours I had before he'd get back home. And he would always get incredibly pissed at me for it, which I understand. I know it was an invasion of privacy and, if not for the aunt, I wouldn't have done it... But the state of his room was going to get us both evicted, so I felt justified doing it.

It went on this way for a year and half. During that time, he made me bring his game discs in to get them fixed, had me pay for them, and never paid me back. I wound up in the emergency room on three separate occasions, all due to working myself to the point of over-exhaustion and aggravating already pre-existing health problems. Once, when I was away for a few days, he'd turned my room into a storage room. Ie, he threw all his laundry and belongings on my bedroom floor because he didn't want to deal with them. I wound up having to sort through it and pick it all up. He moved the landline phone into his room, essentially cutting off my contact to the outside world behind a locked door as my cellphone barely had any service there. He took food money from me, against my will, to buy his own... Would eat part of it and let the rest rot in the fridge until I cleaned it out. (important note, I have a lot of dietary restrictions. So it's not like I could just snack on it or share it with him. I just had to deal with him basically stealing my food money, then wasting it on food I couldn't even eat.) He would lock himself in his room anytime the aunt came by, making me have to face her wrath on my own, because I had no lock on my door, and I wasn't allowed to put one on. He would barge into my room uninvited, but get pissed if I went into his. He would expect me to play video games with him and throw a fit if I said no, even after I explained that I had too much cleaning to do and, if he really wanted me to play with him, he would have to lend a hand so it would be done quicker and I might have energy to play. He never did. He wouldn't empty out our cat's wet food and would just let it go moldy if I wasn't there for a few days... and would 'forget' to refill her water.

The only jobs he was expected to do around the house were emptying the cat litter for our one cat and vacuuming, both things I physically couldn't do because of severe asthma. And once a week, he was supposed to bring laundry over to our parents place to wash, as we didn't have a washer or dryer. I remember him vacuuming once the whole time we were there. He rarely emptied the cat litter, which meant I would wind up having to do it once in a while and just suffer through a serious asthma attack afterwards. He also rarely brought the laundry over. I wasn't able to drive, so I would wind up having to ask my mom to bring it over with her when she visited. Three jobs. He hardly ever did any of them, but still expected the house to be clean when our aunt stopped by and would be upset if it wasn't. He just didn't want to have a hand in getting it that way.

On the subject of other family, I tried reaching out. My parents would visit on occasion. They both knew how bad it got, they'd seen it at the worst. I'd even called my mom in a full crying panic more than once, when the aunt called in the morning to say she she'd be there in an hour... And the house wasn't clean. Mom had to come over and help me speed clean it, with me working through a full-blown panic attack, scared I wouldn't have it "clean enough" by the time the aunt got there. Mom is also the one who drove me into the ER. She knew how bad it was, but he was her golden child. The "can do no wrong" child, and I was always the problem. She would tell me I was making it out worse than it was, that it wasn't that bad, that it wasn't his fault he was messy, that I should just deal with it and clean up after him. Dad would at least seem sorry for me. He'd tell me he wished my brother would clean up after himself, but that there was nothing he could do. Aunt just didn't want to hear my excuses. She would yell at me for the state of the place, after I'd worked myself half to death cleaning already. She blamed me for it, threatened to kick us out over every tiny thing wrong. Made passive aggressive comments. Took pictures and said she would show them to the rest of our relatives so they'd know how we were destroying the house, ect.

A year and a half of this. I lost a dangerous amount of weight. I hardly slept, hardly ate, anxiety spiked so badly I was having panic attacks at least once a week, especially toward the weekend when I knew the aunt was coming. All of my days were devoted to cleaning up after him. I dropped hobbies just to wash dishes or pick up his garbage. I even pulled an all-nighter just trying to make the house look presentable... After I'd been in the hospital and spent a few days at my parents place recuperating, so you can imagine the state of the house.

Toward the year and a half mark, I met my now husband. When we decided he should come spend the weekend, I was both happy and terrified. I worked myself to the point of passing out to make the place look decent. I asked my brother to help, told him we would be having company, and was met with a slamming door in my face while he went back to his video games. Now husband came up, we had a great time and chose to make it a weekly thing.

It was about a month into that when I went away for the weekend with my then bf. At this point, he kind of knew how bad it could get and just wanted to get me out of there for a few days. He'd even given my brother a piece of his mind for not emptying the cat litter and making me do it, because of my asthma. So brother hated him. Told me to break up with bf for being "rude" to him. Even called my mom to complain about it and it I got chewed out by my mom for "letting" my bf at the time talk to my brother that way. I was beyond sick of brothers bullcrap. I was exhausted. Had been in the ER just recently because of him, again, and needed to get away. Bf took me up to a cabin and we spent the weekend there, had an amazing time. And brought me home. From the second I stepped back into the farmhouse, I wanted to cry. It was an absolute disaster, like the brother had gone out of his way to destroy the place. So much garbage, laundry, dishes, ect. I said goodbye to the bf, who was horrified and reluctant to leave... And I started trying to make a dent in the horror show that was the house. It didn't take long for me to breakdown. When I called the bf that night to make sure he'd gotten home safe, I told him how bad it was. And he invited me to move in with him. I jumped at that chance for more reasons than one.

Brother took immediate issue with this. He threw a fit when I told him. Straight up told me I was being selfish, that I didn't appreciate all he did for me, that how dare I leave, how could I DARE to move in with someone who talked to him that way!! I just packed up a few of my things and went with the bf. Just like that. I was out.

It was three months before I went back to grab a few more of my things. In that time, brother had gotten an eviction notice from our aunt and was having to move back in with the parents. And I don't blame her one bit. Let me paint a picture for you of what I saw when I walked in the house: he'd run out of room for garbage on the counter and table, it was stacked too high, so.. he'd opened the oven, pulled the racks out and was piling garbage up on them, instead. Guess what the only place that didn't have garbage was... The pristine garbage can. The living room floor was covered in his dirty laundry. He had run out of clean dishes and resorted to using Tupperware lids as plates, with the dirty dishes covering the entire counter by the sink or stacked in his room. Speaking of, I caught a glance inside his room. The smell was worst in there. I could tell there was food in there from the time I left... Didn't try to take a step inside, obviously, not that there was a place to step. Keep in mind, this is AFTER the aunt had visited and demanded he cleaned up. She'd seen it this way, blew her top, and he still didn't give a crap. I, on the other hand, panicked. Call it ingrained at this point, but I started frantically cleaning. It was only my bf who stopped me. Had to actually grab my hands and hug me to get me to stop, with me hyperventilating and close to a panic attack. We got my things and got the hell out of there. But not before I noticed my brother seemed upset that I hadn't cleaned up while I was there.

Brother's living back with our parents and has trashed his room there. He's still pissy at me for calling him out on the way he treated me, and thinks I'm still required to be nice to him because mom says I should... and that he did absolutely nothing wrong with the way he behaved. He's also still holding a grudge against my hubby for him having the utter gall to tell him to be an adult and clean up after himself. Mom still denies it was bad (even though she's dealing with it now) or that I have anything residual from that time, despite the fact I told her that I get panicky and shaky when the place I'm living, now, gets even slightly untidy.

For me, I'm happier than I've ever been. I'm essentially no contact with my brother and limited contact with my mom. Just got married. Living with someone who loves me and actually helps with housework, even without being asked! Still dealing with the trauma of living in a place that felt THAT stressful and unsafe, but working on it. Not holding out much hope of brother realizing how entitled he was / is, but eh. He's not worth the time thinking about him.

#not a meme #long post #long post for ts

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sins-and-hubris · 3 years ago

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Good lord the camboy!Lurien post took me out. Both because of its concept and also fucking flukemarm as a pornstar!? W h a t ! ?

I was trying not to die in class reading that fkdndksnkdnskdnd

I also love how only Wl and pk could somehow wander onto porn accidentally while still trying to figure out these newfangled things. I also love that they both were able to clock him as Lurien immediately despite his best attempts to cover identifiable markings.

My question is how does lurien’s “studio” set up work? Is it just his bedroom that he adjusts so no one would recognize it? (Not that he lets many people in there anyways) and I’m snickering at the thought of him editing these videos in his post nut fall as he realizes this is what he’s spending his time on. But hey, hella money for nice fancy paints.

YEP Flukemarm is a pornstar, that's how she feeds all those babies she pops out. She's basically the lead actress of all those really weird but oddly popular vids that frequent pornsites- you know, the super oiled up, busty ladies screaming and jittering all over the place? That's her. And honestly good for her bc she's making a killer profit off of it, but you can also kinda see why Lurien shot up in popularity; not only is he a butterfly, which is super rare in Hallownest, he's also a quiet dude with an eye for pretty dildos, a need for bigger and/or spiker cocks, and he's got a lot of hella good roleplay scenarios after years of self-suppression (also his servant/master kink is hot as hell bc a good portion of the way he'd filter his feelings for pk to be 'acceptable' would be channeled through serving him and caring for him so like. yeah. he'd be into that).

And don't put it past PK and WL to stumble on porn when they're trying to figure out what the public was doing with computers! PK probably made the prototypes and had to scale them down significantly to allow them to be manufactured, so him fiddling around on the internet would 100% be something he'd do with WL when in bed after a long day as some sort of bonding activity. WL herself isn't much of a computer scientist, but she'd love seeing her husband be fascinated with how his bugs took his gift into their claws, and she'd be interested in how they socialized with one another without the help of pheromones or physical/vocal cues. It's inevitable that they would have stumbled across the pornsites, since sex is hardly taboo in Hallownest, and it wouldn't take much for them to figure out about Lurien by tracking people's recommendations. Plus they're two of the very few people who actually know what Lurien looks and sounds like, esp. when he's rapt with emotion, so it would only take a glance at him or hearing him moan for them to know it was him. WL would probably be delighted, honestly, while PK would cycle between being surprised, being supportive, and struggling not to be horny as fuck

As for Lurien's studio setup, I figured it would just be on the floor of the room by his bed, since almost nobody enters his bedroom anyways, and he has heavy curtains around the nook where he keeps his sleeping quarters to close it off anyways. Throw some pillows and towels down, drape some tapestries over the window and lumafly lights to change the colour of the room, and nobody would have the faintest idea where he was. His butler might with a little bit of squinting, but Lucien's more old-school with terrible written pornography so that wouldn't happen anyways

Also, y e a h, he would hate editing those videos sjkfdhgb. Still, there's post-nut mortification and then there's shiny paints that cost an arm and a leg to get otherwise, so he continues anyways. Not to mention he'd probs have to pay more for his dildos, straps, and fleshlights, because his internal anatomy isn't really suited to be pleasured by most commercial beetle dicks, and the strap-ons would have to be magicked in order for him to derive pleasure from them. I feel like prosthetics for trans men would be a lot more accessible in Hallownest than in our world bc of the no transphobia thing, but that doesn't eliminate the fact that casting the spells necessary to have them transmit sensation + finding one that fits right and doesn't chafe against your clit is still a problem

#anon #reply #camboy lurien #camboy!au #i love this au so fucking much its so fun #also hilarious by accident

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fics-for-my-heart · 4 years ago

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Broken (b.h)

Summary: After a bad breakup you go to the only person you know can help

Word count: 2332

Warning: The ex is a dick, some cussing, mention of getting sick

Requested: I love your blog so much omg! I’m not sure if requests are open but if they are may I please request something with Ben? Could you maybe do something where reader has just come out of a long term relationship bc the partner said they didn’t love her anymore? And she goes to best friends Bens house crying wth makeup all down her face and runny nose and it’s just the sweetest comfort he could ever give her? Maybe a sweet lil kiss if you could? I’m not having a great day as you can probs tell 😭❤️

A/N: I hate writing people who are dicks. Ugh. But I hope this is good. Honestly i was thinking of maybe making another part? Let me know please!

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“Russ will be here any minute. What if he doesn’t like my dress?” Your eyes widened as you met the green ones watching you through your phone screen.

“Y/N, you look beautiful. Take a deep breath. He’s going to love your dress.” Ben said, his reassurance calmed you down, like it always did. He’d been your best friend for ages, and was always your rock when your mind started getting too jumpy.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, centering yourself. “Okay. I think I’m ready.” After looking over yourself you picked up your phone. “Thank you Benny. I hope you have a good night. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Have fun tonight, but not too much fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you hung up.

“Y/N! He’s here!” Cordelia, one of your roommates called.

“Alright. Tonight is the night. It’s happening. Tonight.” You examined your left hand, the ring finger currently empty. But hopefully not for long if your suspensions are correct. All signs point to yes. He had lunch with his mother and grandmother a month back, and he’s been acting slightly nervous. After three years there’s really only one thing you can think of that could make him that way.

With one more glance at the mirror you were out the door, nervous butterflies fluttering around your belly.

Russ was leaning against the door with his phone in his hand as you came down. He looked handsome as always, his suit tailored to him, his white button down chrisp against the black of the jacket. His blond hair was quaffed just right while still looking slightly ragged.

The butterflies intensified as you drank him in. Smiling about just how lucky you were.

“Hi.” You whispered once you hit the bottom step.

He hadn’t looked up until you spoke, his soft smile didn’t quite meet his eyes as he pecked your cheek. “Hello dear. Are you ready?”

“Yes! I’m starving. I already checked online at their menu so it won’t take me long to make a decision.”

He chuckled lightly as his hand met your back, leading you out to his car.

Russ was quiet through most of the ride, which was weird because normally the two of you had a good flow. But he was probably nervous about what was about to happen. You sure were. And bless him he just let you talk and talk the entire way there, and part way through the meal. Reminiscing on some of your favorite memories together.

“Do you remember that time we got snowed in at the cabin?” You sighed, remembering how nice it had been. Just the two of you for three days. “We should definitely do that again.”

“I want to break up.”

“We can go aft...wait.” Your heart stopped, but was also making your ears ring. You must have heard him wrong. “What?” The squeak was almost too soft to hear.

Russ rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger, and gave a heavy sign. “I said I want to break up.” He wouldn’t look at you as your mouth gaped like a fish.

The world got blurry as you silently started crying. “You. You’re not.” Your chest shuddered. “You’re not proposing?” Again, barely a whisper.

A look that could only be described as disgust crossed his face, becoming stronger as he spoke. “Proposing? Why would you even think that?”

You started picking at a thread in the napkin on your lap. Still crying. Still hardly able to speak. “I told Cordelia you went to eat with your mom and grandmother and she said that you must be asking for your great grandmother's ring.”

He sighed, again. “Oh my god.” You glanced up just as he was shaking his head. “No, Y/N. I’m not asking you to marry me. I,” again with the sighing, like he has better things he could be doing. “I met someone else, and I just don’t love you anymore.”

You were going to puke. Yup, bile was definitely burning your throat just like the tears burning your eyes. “Som-someone e-else?”

“Yes. That’s who I was with when I told you I was with mom and gran.”

“That was.” You shook your head, a new emotion starting to build in your gut. “That was a month ag..how long?” You weren’t sure you even wanted to know. Dread. Sadness. Anger. To many emotions at once. Your hands were shaking as you looked at him. Waiting on his answer.

Finally guilt flashed across his face. “Eight months ago.”

Suddenly you were on your feet, chair knocked over and your voice the loudest it’s ever been. “EIGHT MONTHS? You’ve been cheating on me for eight months?” Your voice broke at the end with a full body sob. “Ei-eight fucking months? After almost four years!” Everyone was looking at you.

Again, Russ sighed, he really must have better things to be doing. Or a better someone. “Look Y/N. We had a great time together.” His voice was the low one now, trying to not be overheard. But everyone in the restaurant was quiet. Even the chef and line cooks had come out to watch. “I’m sorry. I just needed something new. We’ve got lots of good memories together, as you know since you talked about a lot of them tonight. But I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner? Why fucking stay with me?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone else. The embarrassment only added to your nausea.

Russ shrugged one shoulder. “Since I’m being honest, you’re really good at a..few things. And I wasn’t quite ready to give them up.”

“You fucking dick! You piece of sh..” Your own body cut you off with a wretched sob that had firm, but soft hands wrapping around your arm.

“Shh.” A gentle breath hit your ear as the hand turned to an arm, wrapping around you. “Come on dear, let’s get you out of here.” Russ moved to get up as you finally looked at the women at your side. Her hard stare was enough to send him back on his butt. “You better sit your ass down and don’t move.” She turned you, grabbing your bag on the way to the door.

“Here hun.” Another soft voice said, as a phone was placed gently in your hand. “Enter your address, I’m paying for your Lyft home.” It was the hostess who had taken you to your table. Her face saying she heard everything.

There was only one place you could think of to go, and it wasn’t home. With shaky hands you typed in the address, thanking the hostess. Then waited, still in the arms of the nice women who had come to your rescue.

“Thank you.” You whispered, eyes finally drying enough.

She tisked. “No need dear. I couldn’t let him talk to you like that. Howard, my husband, is making sure he doesn’t come out here while you’re still here. I’m Wanda by the way.” She reached in her pocket, pulling out a business card. “My husband and I are realtors. If you need anything. This number is my cell.”

You nodded, spilling the card in your purse as a car pulled up.

“Lyft for Y/N?” The female called through the window.

“That’s me.” You turned to Wanda, “thank you again, really. I. I don’t know what could have happened if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“I’ve got girls of my own and a son too. I couldn’t sit back and watch it go on. You go home and get some rest.” She opened the door and you climbed in, thankful for the quiet of the car.

The ride wasn’t long, but it felt like forever. Your mind was reliving the past 30 minutes over and over. Your jaw was hurting from trying not to cry in a strangers car. It was taking everything in you not to lose it, but the moment Ben opened the door you collapsed.

“Fuck.” He gasped, reaching for you before you were all the way down. “Y/N? Y/N what happened?” He was pulling you inside as you shook with sobs, clinging to him as if he might disappear.

“Shit.” You heard him whisper as he wrapped an arm around you, using the other to lift you. “Y/N. Talk to me what’s going on?”

You still couldn’t speak, just sobbed more and pressed your face into his shoulder as he carried you to the living room, keeping you in his lap as he sat.

And he let you cry. Gently rocking side to side, a hand softly rubbing your back as the other kept you against him. His breath was warm as he shushed you. His lips occasionally pressing against the crown of your head.

“Russ broke up with me.” You finally whispered against his chest, hiccups causing your body to jump. His entire body froze as you kept talking. “He’d...he was cheating on me. Has been for..for a while. Then, said the only reason he stayed with me was for the sex.” Another hiccup had you gasping for a moment. “Everyone in the restaurant heard him….I think I’m going to be sick.”

You jumped out of his lap, running to the bathroom under the stairs and dry heaved. The tears started again, as nothing came up, but Ben’s general fingers were pulling your hair back just in time.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.” His voice was general as he stood there. Then once you were flopped on the floor, he handed you a glass of water.

“Why me, what did I do? Why wasn’t I good enough?” You sniffed. How many tears could someone cry? “I’m sorry.”

“No. There’s no need to be sorry. Here.” He extended his hand. “Let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up.”

The only sound in the house were your hiccups and both your feet walking up the steps. He led you to his bathroom, handing you a toothbrush. As you brushed your teeth he went back to his room, returning with one of his hoodies and shorts.

Your face was a mess, and you almost started crying again looking at how different you looked now compared to just two or so hours earlier. Eyeliner and mascara streaked your face, eyeshadow was smeared everywhere, and your hair was all over the place. Not to mention how red and swollen your eyes were.

“Up.” Ben said, patting the space beside the sink and pulling out some makeup wipes. “I want you to know something.” His voice was a whisper as he gently started removing your makeup. “You are so strong and amazing, Y/N. I know it hurts now, but I promise it’ll get better. And I’ll be here through it all with you.” He placed a soft kiss on your now clean forehead. “You are beautiful, and smart, and funny. Russ is a moron for what he did.” He finished with your eyes and pushed your chin up to look at him. “But that’s his fault. He’s the dumbass who fucked up. Not you. It’s not your fault. Okay?”

Tears were threatening to fall again as you pinched your lips and nodded. As you looked away you saw the mess on his shoulder from your makeup. “Oh. I’m s-“

He put a finger to your mouth. “It’s a shirt. It’ll wash out. Please, Y/N, stop apologizing.”

The two of you were silent as he finished wiping your face. Then he gently brushed out your hair, braiding it behind you.

He stepped away, letting you get off the sink. “Alright. You, bed. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

You just nodded, exhaustion weighing every movement down as you buried yourself in his bed.

Ben's bed was always one you preferred over your own. It was the perfect amount of softness and firmness. His duvet was light as a cloud but still warm. And his sheets always smelled like him.

“Y/N?”

You grunted in response, moving the blanket down.

“Tea, love.” Carefully he joined you, passing you the tea once you were sitting up comfortably. “It’ll help with your stomach.”

Ben turned the tv on to a movie you'd each seen a few times as you sipped the tea that was made just how you liked it.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” You whispered to your empty tea cup. There were so many thoughts swimming in your head, yet you felt empty. Drained physically and emotionally.

Ben took the cup and sat it on the nightstand before gently placing both hands on your face. His green eyes unyielding at his seriousness. Yet his voice was just as gentle as it was all night. “Please stop apologizing. I’m serious. There is nothing you need to tell me sorry for.” His thumb swiped at a tear as you nodded. “Your feelings are valid. You have every right to be upset and to show how upset you are. And I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here through all the tears and for anything you need.”

Your body relaxed, his hands the only thing holding you up. After another nod from you, he pressed his lips against your head, holding them there for a bit before pulling you to lay with him.

The gentleness of his hand rubbing your back, and the rhythm of his heart beat relaxed you more. And you knew, even if it was just for tonight, that you were safe and that he was right, even if it’s not okay right now it will be. That was the last thought you had as you drifted off to sleep, thankful to forget the events of the day even if only for a few hours. Knowing Ben would be there when you woke up to keep you grounded. Just has he always had been.

#ben hardy #ben hardy fic #bff ben

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Steak out

A/N ANOTHER ONE enjoy this thirst text theme I've got going on. Probs the last one for awhile BBs. Hope yall enjoy this one. Somehow I involved my husband again...

Deku sits hunched over his notes muttering in the confined space of the car.

A slam on the dashboard has his sole leaving his body.

"Would you shut the FUCK UP?!" Bakugou yells, steam rising from the palm that struck the cheap dashboard. Scarlet burns hot, hot enough to cut into emerald.

After a long moment Bakugou readjusts himself, slumping further in the driver's seat but still having a good view of the building ahead.

"It's bad enough the director wants me to steak this shit out let alone with your mumbling ass." Bakugou snarls, hating that he is stuck in this claustrophobic space that only gets heavier with every uttered whisper. The car sits in a shadowed alley facing what seems to be an abandoned warehouse.

Even in broad day light the broken glass and tattered boards gave Izuku the creeps. He sighs, staring at his partner before going back to his notes.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out.

*"The pictures I asked for are late, little Prince."*

Deku swallows thickly, he had been in the car all night and half the day. There was no way he was going to be able to get them to you.

*"I'm still on a job."*

He sweats before frantic fingers dash across the screen to add

*"My Mistress."*

But he believes he sent it too late, three dots in a bubble disappear and reappear several times before a message comes through.

*"I don't tolerate excuses or attitude little Prince. Send the pictures now or expect punishment."*

*"Mistress please!"*

*"Now!"*

Izuku's palms sweat, he clearly cannot afford to piss you off anymore. You had given a specific deadline and with plenty of notice.

But he thought he could get away with not sending them, it's not as if the two of you were dating.

More like fooling around, testing boundaries.

Plus he had just been avoiding it, not liking the way he has been looking lately, which is exactly why you assigned it. Izuku squirms in his seat earning a glare from his partner.

"If you've got to fucking piss use the alley damn it!" Bakugou shoves him into the door and for once Izuku is glad for the roughness.

Bakugou gave him a good idea.

"I'll..I'll be right back."

"It'd be okay if you weren't..."

Izuku takes his phone with shaking hands down the alley way just enough to be out of sight.

He lifts his shirt just a tad sending you a picture of himself showing off only the bottom two abs, sure to have his pants up over his light V.

He frowns, wishing he hadn't sent it before a message from you pops up.

*"Good first step but I want more."*

He leaves it on read for a moment before another comes in with a picture attached.

Izuku instantly blushes, cheeks burning with embarrassment and hot desire.

You're sitting on the edge your couch, skirt pulled up past your thick thighs and nice ass, tights ripped open, showcasing your fingers stroking your heavenly form.

*"Come on little Prince. Mistress isn't going to use her imagination to cum."*

*"You want to be a good boy and help me cum right?"*

He palms himself at the thought, hardly ever getting to touch you except when you decide to use his face as your throne.

He tries another picture only pulling his shirt up a bit more still avoid his V or showing his face.

*"I know you can do better...Don't my pictures make you want to cream your pants wishing it were me?"*

This time a selfie of your own fingers in your mouth, clearly tasting yourself for him.

He can taste it now, the sweetness on his tongue does have precum forming.

"Nnngghh." He groans, frustrating himself trying to get any good picture, angling his phone this way and that.

Only for you to encourage that you want more.

You send another dirty photo of you, two fingers spreading yourself.

*"Only good boys get to taste this. Very good boys get to fuck it. Now where is your confidence prince?"*

He has half a mind to be disobedient, ignoring your last order to not cum without you present, whether it be video chat or in person.

He has half a mind to just ignore your text messages and ease the ache in his pants. He palms himself again.

"OI!" The shout behind him causes him to jump, enough that he tosses his *unlocked* phone.

The very same phone that lands unharmed at the feet of a hot head.

Fuck

"Bakugou wow, so funny seeing you here with my phone! I'llbeneedingitbacknowthanks!" He strings the last part together rushing to snatch it but its too late.

Bakugou must have seen what you've sent, especially since his mouth is twisted up in a deadly smile.

"Fucking around with Y/LN huh?" He asks before noticing something.

"Do..do you not know how to send a nude or semi nude?" He scoffs and when Izuku turns beet red Bakugou comes up with an idea.

"Why don't we show your *mistress* how good of a boy you are okay Prince?" Bakugou asks, cornering Deku against the wall.

The nick name coming from his friends lips is doing something odd to his chest.

The same feeling he got when you first called him that.

"Ah Kaachan what are you?"

"Trust me." He says lifting his shirt all the way before putting it into his mouth, biting it while angling his head up slightly.

His scarlet eyes look into the camera and the gaze he is giving it even has butterflies in Izuku's stomach. He watches Bakugou hit send.

You open your phone to see a sinful picture of Bakugou.

Your core melts further as your eyes flutter over the image. The hard V points to mouth watering sin, a faint ash blonde happy trail further guiding you before your eyes finally travel up.

Slowly over each perfectly sculpted ab, one nipple is covered while the other is exposed thanks to the hot head securing the fabric between snarled teeth, eyes leaded heavy with lust.

Your heat clenches on it's own, you've always had a desire for Bakugou as well.

A message comes in.

*"Are you playing with another Dom, little one?"*

Bakugou smirks wildly as the idea forms. He had played with you before and he loved the idea of you painted with jealousy. Whether it be from his hands touching another or because his hands were touching your current toy.

He blasts the wall across from the two of them, removing a brick to hold Izuku's phone perfectly before pulling his shirt over the top of his head.

"Ka..kaachan." Izuku stammers and damn did he look cute. Flustered and stuttering Bakugou's nickname, his smirk becomes deadlier.

Two birds with one stone.

"Hush, *prince*." Bakugou snarls, ripping open Izuku's shirt right down the middle. Pulling it slightly off his shoulders, a deadly hand popping with anticipation before smoothing it over abs, feathering over Izuku's soft V before letting his fingers settle just beneath the band of his boxers.

The timer should go off any second and Bakuou needed Deku to make the perfect face.

Bakugou drags his capable tongue up the side of Izuku's cheek, sure to keep his eyes trained over his shoulder at the camera.

He can feel Deku's rapid pulse before removing his hands from such warm smooth skin, grabbing onto the phone more than happy with the shot.

He sends it with a Kingly caption.

*"Yes this little Prince is my toy now, Brat."*

"Ka..kaachan you're going to make Mistress upset. You need to address her appropriatly." Izuku defends your honor only to be seized by the throat and shoved agaisnt rough brick.

Katuski applies just enough pressure to Izuku's rapid pulse, careful to avoid his fragile larynx.

The same thing Bakugou used to do to you. Izuku's eyes flutter and the blonde can tell that he is close to sub space.

A text rings out on Izuku's phone that is still in Bakugou's hand.

"I'm her master so that makes me *your* master. You'll address me as King just as that brat should." He squeezes before letting go, "Don't let that little kitten corrupt you, prince. We have a mission to finish."

Izuku watches a broad back with mixed emotions, he trails slowly behind.

"K...king Katuski. What do you mean you're mistress's master? She said she was single."

Katsuki sighs before opening the door for Deku, make sure that when he steps into the car he does not bump his emerald head. The blond leans into the car, close to Deku's face.

"Fuck..." He hisses as he studies Izuku, "You're like fucking truth serum. She technically is single but she's my bratty ass Kitten. She can be your mistress too."

Bakugou shuts the door glancing down at the bright glass in his hand, a smile returning to his lips before he settles in the car.

*"Guess who just came without your permission King. I should be rewarded though I found us another play mate."* 👅😜

You pant, not believing your luck. The last picture sending you over the edge in seconds with blurred vision of black stars.

God damn he was too good.

Teasing you with your own toy, you slam your head agaisnt the head of the couch. Hating that you have a need to be a brat and a need to dominate/ help build the confidence of another.

You bite your lip in anticipation for a reply.

Your phone chimes and you unlock it at super human speed.

"Guess you'll have to see whether you'll get rewarded or punished tonight. Be on time. I'll have our little Prince waiting, Kitten."

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years ago

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Overgrown Metal

Series Summary: Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the veil with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Now eight paths cross to right the wrongs on both ends, working to uncover secrets that would have rather stayed hidden

Chapter 4: Snarling Dogs

Trigger Warnings: caps lock for yelling, swearing

Remy tried not to breathe in too deeply as he dodged and weaved around people and stalls alike in the crowded marketplace. Sellers shouted out their wares and prices for everything from the rare pilfered canned goods to...less than sanitary goods. Metal, body odor and sewage from a nearby line made opening ones mouth a less than favorable option making him extremely grateful he lived and worked with Remus and didn't have to earn a living up here. Adjusting his hold on the grocery pack slung over his shoulder he dodged a family looking through a selection of warmer clothes, the girl trying her best to swipe a pair of gloves unnoticed. He silently wished them luck. A family of thieves lasted only as long as their latest trainee failed to get caught.

Nearing the exit to the marketplace his shoulders sagged with relief, quickening his pace as he stairs came into view. Old and cracked as they were he was always surprised their little city lasted as long as it had; hastily made and as ramshackle as any other put together out if the desperate hope for a safe haven, the underground establishment boasted three levels all separated by concrete slabs taken from surface buildings and steel bars that were about the only steady thing about the place.

He had almost made it to the first flight of stairs when he heard a short cry coming from an alleyway close by. Whipping around he gripped the groceries tighter and wandered over in the direction it had come from. He knew he'd be chewed out by Remus for this but he always hated leaving anything curious alone, whether it be for gossip or guilts sake. Just a quick peek, he thought as he rounded a corner. Scope it out and then either let it be and have something juicy to tell his husband later or help someone who needed it and have something juicy to tell his husband later. Win win either way.

Finally spotting two figures at the end of a dim alley way between two storage buildings he squinted harshly as he set the groceries down and crept forward. One of them was saying something, and the closer he got the less he liked it.

"...be fine sweetheart. It'll be quick and easy and then they'll take care of you for the rest of your life. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"I don't want to." Remy's vision flashed red at those words, the taller man clearly leaning closer to the woman, caging her in his arms. He tried to be as silent as possible, debris scattered around making it hard to place his feet quietly. He had gotten only a few feet away when it seemed like the man was done playing whatever game he had going on, taking something out if his pocket and sneering down at his prey.

"I'm not so sure you have a choice." Remy had seen and heard enough, standing up and running forward quickly he brought his left arm up and swung back before pitching forward, throwing all of his weight to clock the man just right in the side of the head.

The woman shrieked as the man crumpled instantly, not without Remy wincing as a couple of his fingers starting sticking in place as the knuckles fought to adjust to the now bent frame. Shit, now Remus really would be mad. Though it hardly mattered at the moment, turning to the terrified woman with what he hoped was a friendly smile. He froze for a moment following her line of sight to his shining hand.

He flexed his fingers in a mock wave, mechanical digits creaking a bit from the impact they had barely endured. He chuckled nervously and put it in his pocket. "You like it? My husband got it for me"

Trying for humor seemed to be the key as she let out a nervous giggle, flicking from him to her attacker and back again. He looked down and nudged the prone man with his foot, an odd device that he must have dropped catching his eye. A stylized snarling dog insignia was engraved at the side of what almost looked like a dart gun, eyes widening as he realized what it was.

"He was going to chip you?" The other startled as she bit her lip and looked away. Putting the peices together he supposed it made sense. Society members sometimes came to lower settlements to scope out fresh meat for whatever it was they did to the people they indoctrinated. He had heard scant details from Remus from his own time spent in one as a child. He looked down his nose at the man. Hopefully he hadn't gotten a good look at Remy's face.

"Do you need an escort home? I promise I have better manners towards people who aren't trying to attack someone."

The woman shook her head, carefully stepping around both him and the man. "I'll be fine now. Thank you, for what you did."

With that she turned and ran, which Remy couldn't blame her for, you didn't really make friends in this particular city. Sniffing indignantly nonetheless he turned on his heel and made his way back to his groceries, hauling them up with his good hand and making his way home.

Niether of them had noticed the small, blinking red light at the end of the chip gun.

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"You're sure this will heal?" Remus huffed as he tied off another stitch, the gaping wound in his patient's arm finally closing and ready to be bandaged.

"If you keep it clean and don't fuck it up again it'll heal just fine." He ignored the soft "language please" from across the from and focused on slathering antibacterial ointment over the wound before getting out a roll of gauze. "I'm the best in the business, you'll live. And if your arm does fall off I have plenty of replacements!"

He grinned as his patient paled somewhat, taking in the rows of neatly arranged mechanical limbs the small office was most known for in the black market. "Do you- do you get all that metal from the fairies?"

"Mmm, technically I guess. We get some of it from Hunters that come by and trade the metal for supplies, sometimes we trade for aluminum or dig around scrap vulture packs for odds and ends. One man's trash is another man's polished trash, and I'm the best there is!" Tying off the gauze with an of finality he turned as the door opened. "Remy you're- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND?!"

The unholy screech that left Remus' mouth left everyone in the room and a mile wide radius wincing from the volume. Remy, for his part, had the presence of mind to look at least a little ashamed, scuffing his toe along the floor and hiding the mangled, twitching limb behind his back. "I uh, fell?"

Remus' eyes darkened as he stood up. "Everyone out! We are now closed! Emile, the baggy!"

Scrambling around the desk Emile grabbed the patients to go bag which was swiftly grabbed up and thrown in their face. "Out! My husband is more important!"

"Remus!" Despite Emile's chiding the office was cleared relatively quickly as Remus stalked forward with his hand out.

"Groceries down. Walk and talk. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt anywhere else? Where did you go? Wh-"

"Babes!" Remus snapped his mouth shut as Remy's protest and the lankier man sighed. "I got curious when I heard someone scream and ended up punching some dude in an alleyway for trying to chip a woman. Probs a Society member. They didn't see me, I just fucked my hand up."

Remus looked up as his hand was squeezed. "I'm okay."

Huffing he turned back to inspecting the ruined prosthetic, wincing as the other hissed in pain as he tried moving the digits. "Okay. Okay we'll...wrap these for now. You're damn lucky Emile and I have been working on something better for you."

Remy raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Well now I won't tell you because I'm pissed that my husband's an idiot without one brain cell to rub against his skull for some self preservation!"

Remy grinned and leaned back, accepting the pain killers Emile offered with a grateful nod as his fingers and hand were carefully wrapped to keep them relatively still.

"How much did you get for the scrap?" The question snapped him out of his thoughts and he pursed his lips as he looked over to the abandoned groceries.

"Enough." He didn't want to mention prices were starting to drop and it was getting harder to negotiate for fair ones. Food and materials were starting to get scarce and a lot of people were starting to talk about leaving their little society for more promising ones that didn't operate with such delicacy. He always knew it would happen eventually, but he figured their little family would be long gone by then.

Remus grunted in response and Remy closed his eyes tiredly. Navigating his way through all the levels and people for hours was always exhausting, he couldn't wait to go upstairs and slip into their bed for a quick nap before dinner.

"The bags under your eyes are big enough to hold the groceries themselves, go to bed. I'll be up in a few minutes." Remus punctuated this by flicking the tip of his nose, to which he only recieved a lazy grin in return for his thoughts being answered so quickly.

"Yes sir." Despite his exhaustion he winked playfully before getting up slowly and giving Remus a peck on the lips, waving quickly to Emile before turning and heading towards the stairs.

"And actually go to bed! No coffee!" Emile called after him as an afterthought, to which xe recieved a few low grumbles that xe hoped was in agreement. Neither xyr cousin nor cousin in law had the best sleeping habits, and their constant caffeine consumption did nothing to help it.

"We did actually finish that right? I forget if we did that or another project." Emile turned and smiled wryly.

"You really need to start using to do lists. We did them both at the same time, so yeah, Remy's hand is done. It's in the bottom drawer in the filing cabinet."

Xe started tidying up the office as Remus rummaged around in the cabinet. Biting xyr lip xe voiced a growing concern. "Do you think it's a bad sign Society members are starting scope this place out? We're pretty far away from the closest ones and those arent nearly as dangerous as some can be."

Emile almost wanted xyr words back as Remus stiffened, but the other only shrugged as he waved the hand he found back and forth. "It's fine. Those dogs go sniffing around everything they don't have their teeth in already. Probably just some recruitment that I'm very happy my brave and dashing husband discouraged."

"Right." Emile rolled xyr eyes and placed xyr hands in xyr hips. "Well, everything's cleaned up so I'm gonna head downstairs to file whatever papers you left."

"You're such a doll! I'll have dinner ready soon yeah? Remember to lock the door!"

"Already did!" Returning the kiss blown in xyr direction xe headed down to the basement quickly, blueprints trapped safely against xyr chest to sort through with all the others. Xe knew xe shouldn't worry but...with xyr cousin's history-

Xe shook xyr head quickly. It would be fine. It had to be. Xe had finally gotten a little bit of xyr family living under one roof for quite a few years now. No Society member was going to make xem fear that being taken away from xem. With determination burning xyr veins xe flicked on the light and turned towards the worktables.

Groaning xe set the stack xe was holding down with all the other and dragged xyr hands over xyr face. ADHD be damned xe were still kicking Remus' butt come dinnertime.

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fallen029 · 5 years ago

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Untitled Miraxus AU

You guys tell me before I go any further with this; do you want more of it? AU isn’t usually my taste, but I was playing around with something today, but I dunno if anyone wants it.

Laxus yawned some as he awoke, eyes bleary and a bit out of sorts. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up in, well, unusual situations. He wasn’t exactly the most...straight and narrow guy around. He could find himself in some seedy situations, sure. He traveled a lot, for business, and found himself rather committed to being, well, uncommitted. If the situation arose, while he was out far from home, to partake in, well, just about anything, then he was all for it.

But that was the thing. He wasn’t far from home. Or at least he hadn’t remembered being so. In fact, he knew he had to be. He’d come home specifically to see his grandfather. Gramps. And the old man at the bar he owned, but then didn’t even show up. The old coot. But Gramps had apparently told the bartender that Laxus could drink his fill, to make up for the mix up, and that’s what he spent his night doing.

Drinking up at the old bar, Fairy Tail, while flicking through his phone, hoping that one of his friends were hanging about and could join him. But Freed and Bickslow were swamped with their own jobs and Evergreen seemed to be avoiding Laxus, as of late. He was sure it was his own fault, but couldn’t recall doing anything explicitly horrible to the woman, so he chalked it up to nothing.

Yep.

Nothing.

That’s what he declared it when any of his typical associates were upset with him. Laxus saw himself as a big, important man. Perhaps a bit conceited, it didn’t help that he was the creator of one of the hottest gadgets of the past half decade. His brand of headphones, Slayers, were putting the Dreyar name on the map. More than his old man, inventor of fuck all, or Gramps, the biggest boozer that frequented his own bar, Fairy Tail, ever had done. Laxus Dreyar was quickly becoming a name synonymous with quality and as his tiny company was expanding into further advancements in technological entertainment.

So no, Laxus didn’t see himself as having to apologize for slights. Ever, really, but especially now. He was an important man with important plans and fuck anyone who tried to get in the way of them.

But anyways, he could recall, at least, being a bit miffed at the three of them, his closest friends since childhood, for not returning his calls. Just quick texts form Freed and Bickslow explaining that they couldn’t afford to go out during the middle of the work week and drink until they passed out. Nothing from Ever. But it’s not like he really wanted to hang around her anyways. So there.

That meant he was flying solo though, that night at Fairy Tail. And, like ti seemed to be recently, the bar was pretty much dead. A dinky little nothing tavern, it did relaly good business some years back. Laxus remembered when he as a boy, sneaking drinks while his grandfather and father squabbled a new this or new that that Ivan, his father, had tried to introduce at the bar. His old man, heh, he’s where Laxus got it. Always tinkerin’ with somethin’. But Gramps, he used to be much more serious about the bar, it’s upkeep and all.

Somethin’ changed though. When he and Ivan had that falling out. Makarov, his grandfather, started drinkin’ heavily and, by the time Laxus took off for college, the man was just a shell. A shell with a not so profitable business any longer.

Laxus figured that’s what his grandfather wanted to talk to him about. Needed a loan or something or other. It would be humiliating for the old man to ask such a thing of his grandson, the younger man knew, and figured he’d drank too much in preparation.

Which was fine.

Laxus wasn’t quite in the mood to tell the old geezer flat out to buzz off.

So he drank his fill of the failing bar, planning on paying his tab regardless of the man’s instructions, with only the bartender as company. Well, there were a few other patrons, but they all seemed lost in their own worlds, scattered across the tiny building, and it was best to just speak to her anyways. The bartender. Mirajane.

Laxus figured he knew her pretty well.

They’d gone to school together. At least partially. He didn’t recall knowing her before high school, but couldn’t quite remember when she turned up there either. She just...was one day and they hardly ran in the same circles anyways. She knew Freed more than she knew him, honestly. But right out of high school, she’d conned the old man into hiring her own as bar staff, and, well, while Laxus went away for college, she stayed. When he dropped out to invest all his time and effort into his company, she was still there, the head bartender now. And here he was, back in town as a local success story, while she watched the bar crumble around her.

He didn’t blame the woman for slinging back a few beers of her own.

Laxus never knew Mirajane was so...funny. And maybe she wasn’t. Maybe it was the intoxication, on his end or hers. But did she always look that nice? No. No way. But her bangs were down today and he liked that, a lot. She looked less like a woman in her twenties trying to pretend to be younger, and more like a woman, a real woman, a serious woman, and there was something dark. In her typically warm, blue eyes. Cold now. It felt like.

And when they tripped over their feet out of the bar that night...when they tripped over their feet into her bed last night…

“Fuck,” Laxus remarked as he laid there, a pounding in his head, turning his head not to look at the bartender beside him. No. She was nowhere to be found. Instead, it had been the opening of her bedroom door no doubt that awoke him and, as he blinked now, he was looking into some pretty similar blue eyes. But they belonged to someone younger. Much younger.

“I thought,” the little girl standing at the side of the bed, staring at him with with heavy interest, “you were dead. I’s gonna go get my brother. To take bets, but… You’re not dead? Are you?”

Laxus felt even more confused, but still only shook his head a bit at the question, thinking that maybe, if he just answered, he could wake up. Because this was a dream, right? Pale, white haired child? Bright blue eyes? Sounded like a fucking nightmare.

“No,” he got out, but his throat protested and fuck, why had he drank so much.

The little girl looked about ready to pose another question, but didn’t seem to have the chance as there was a shout then, from the other room. A woman. Mirajane.

“Lisanna!” came a yell and the little girl’s interest was drained immediately as she looked stricken, almost, before running from the bedroom. At least Laxus thought that she’d left. It felt like he just blinked and boom; she was gone. Had she ever been there?

Where even was there?

He could hear Mirajane now though, or at least he thought it was her, berating the child no doubt somewhere else, and since when she she have a fucking kid? And that kid was, at least, like...well, Laxus didn’t know nay kids, but certain a good median kid age. So what? Eight? Nine? Ten? What did eleven-year-olds look like? What had he looked like at eleven? Ten? Nine? Eight?

“You have to get out of here.”

She was popping into the bedroom to berate him then, Mira was, walking at a brisk pace into the room with a dark glint in her eyes. As Laxus only laid there, nude it felt like, beneath a thick quilt, she went around the room, gathering up his clothes before unceremoniously throwing them at his face. Laxus was just thankful it was his fluffy coat that covered his face and not his gross boxers.

“Now,” the woman insisted as he only sat up sluggishly.

“You gotta give me a minute,” he groaned. “I-”

“You don’t have,” she compalined, “a minute.”

“Look, your fucking kid already saw me, so I really don’t think you’re getting out of this one squeaky clean.”

“What?”

“You want me out ‘cause some man’s showin’ up, eh? Your husband?” Laxus stretched then, as he sat on the bed still, hoping it helped the banging in his head. Nope. Still there. Blinking as his crumpled clothes all tumbled off him and onto the quilt, he said, “I dunno how you’re gonna get outta this one, to be honest.”

“She’s my little sister, for one, you moron. And there’s someone coming, but believe me, they’re not my… I’m not married.” She’d been speed cleaning, it seemed like, picking up the random thing on the floor of her bedroom here or there, but stopped suddenly to make a face over at the blond man as she said, “And how many married women are you sleeping with that you’re so cavalier about it?”

“Would you be more impressed by a high or low number?”

“I’m not impressed by- And do not lay back down. You have to get out. Now.”

“What is your prob-”

“I made a fucking mistake, okay?” She was back to cleaning. “I...shouldn’t have brought you here. But I just got a call that the social worker is stopping by for a new check in and I’m just freaking out because you’re here, for one thing, and-”

“I don’t blame ya,” Laxus told her as, finally, he moved to tumble out of the bed. “I’d smack that kid around too. Like a fucking ghost or something. Just popped up and-”

“What? Get out.”

“I’m tryin’,” he complained as she was glaring at him now, apparently not appreciating his humor. Most women didn’t, once they sobered up. As his hand came up to his head, he only groaned. “What the fuck did we drink last night?”

“Too much,” was all she remarked and, well, yeah, probably.

“Big sis,” came a call from somewhere else in the house, but it wasn’t the little girl. No. It was a strange voice, one Laxus probably hadn’t heard since he was about eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. What did a thirteen year old sound like? That. A strange combination of falling in and out of a deepness not yet ready to be wielded. “I think they’re here.”

“Shit,” Mira was cursing under her breath though, loudly, she called out, “Alright, Elfman. Just let them in for me, okay?”

She was disappearing then though, Mirajane was, but not out the door that led into the hallway. Rather another one, an adjoining bathroom it seemed like. Before she did though, she did glare over at Laxus as she hissed, “Get dressed. Now.”

And well, gosh, it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying.

He was, thankfully anyways, in the short few seconds before she came out of the bathroom looking a bit better. She’d splashed water on her face or something, straightened her top. Ran a comb through her hair, maybe. Something. But she didn’t even speak to Laxus then as she was rushing right back out of her bedroom just about the same time there was a knock at the door and that voice again, the boy, Elfman was it, greeting whoever he opened the door for.

Laxus thought that maybe it was best if he just hid out in the bedroom, honestly. Not only because he had no idea what was going on, but also because, well, he also didn’t give a fuck. At all. He had a meeting in the afternoon, a conference call, really, and he really needed to get to that. Not deal with whatever...this was.

It was as he was spinning about though, in the room, making himself more ill honestly in an attempt to find some sort of clock, that he started to take notice of them. The little picture frames adoring the woman’s nightstand and dresser. He could see her, the creepy little girl, and what he assumed to be the boy in some, but in most they were with others. Older people. A big, burly man and a tiny woman, with silver hair and the bluest of eyes.

Their parents, no doubt.

And he felt a bit like a creeper, maybe, or at least felt himself blush some as he found lying in front of a picture of just the parents, on the dresser, two separate little funeral programs, each with a face of the corresponding parent on them, the dates only separated by a year or so. He recognized the year on his first one easily, because he saw it so much, as all kids would during their high school days. Their graduation year.

Oh.

The next was the following year and-

Oh.

He sighed some, Laxus did, not ready for more headaches, and he was kind of annoyed at Mirajane, for dragging him into all of this, but at the same time, he ego allowed him no other option than to go out there and fix things for her.

After slipping on some shades he found in his coat pocket (it made him look like a douche, maybe, being in doors, but hid just how hungover he was, at least somewhat, hopefully), he strode out into the hallway and promptly ran smack into this stupid little table out there, with a vase, which almost fell and broke. So now, with something of an entrance, he found all eyes on him when he came limping into the living room, where Mirajane was glaring at him with blazing eyes, no doubt having hoped to keep him hidden away, the little girl was giggle into her palms, the older boy was, well, staring in a bit of shock, maybe at him, while a slight woman with a sharp gaze only eyed him from behind her glasses before jotting something else down on a pad of paper she clutched tightly in one hand.

“Uh, good...morning,” he decided, eyes finally finding a damn clock, there, a bit one, hanging on a wall. Striding across the living room, he held out a hand to the woman who, tentatively taking it, only continued to eye him up and down. “Laxus Dreyar. You might know me from the insanely popular and all the rage Slayer headphones? Completely wire free, studio level quality? Here’s my card.”

But as he pulled it with ease from his pocket, the woman only withdrew her hand, not taking it.

“You didn’t inform me of an updated living situation,” the woman remarked simply to Mirajane with, making a face, only took to nodding.

“I was going to, but-”

“He doesn’t live-” the little girl, Lisanna, started, but Mirajane threw a hand over her hand, feigning it as a hug, maybe, as she turned her eyes with something of adoration, maybe, but there was that dark glint there, again, in them as well, onto her little sister.

To the woman though, Mira only said, “She was going to say he doesn’t really live here. He’s a business man, you know. Like he said. He travels.”

“A,” Elfman echoed as his gaze had turned to a glare, over at where Laxus stood, “lot.”

“A strange man then?” the woman countered, but Mira was quick to shake her head.

“N-No! Not at all. He...we...”

“We dated,” Laxus lied easily. He was a businessman, as he loved to say. Lying was second nature. “In high school. For a long time. And rekindled. Just recently. These kids. I’m hardly a stranger. Was over every day, when they were growing up. Me and Lasagna.”

“Lisanna,” Mira whispered with a defeated sigh.

“Lisanna?” he repeated, for some reason more receptive of what he’d said, as at least it was a word. A weird word, for a name, but at least a recognizable one. Still, at the bartender’s nod, he looked at the social worker. “Lisanna.”

“Uh-huh,” the woman sighed, going back to her pad of paper. Around it, she questioned, “I take it my concerns last visit have been addressed? Yes?”

“Yes,” Mirajane said with a sharp nod. “Lisanna has been going to school every single day. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

She’d have loved to responded, little Lisanna would have, but her sister was still clasping a hand over her mouth and, well, the best she could do was nod. It’s what Mirajane wanted, anyways, probably.

“And Elfman,” Mirajane kept right up, “has been doing wonderfully in therapy. Really opened up. Haven’t you? Elf?”

“Yeah.” The boy was still busy glaring at Laxus though. “Opened up.”

“And the issues,” the woman was saying then, “that you were having with the kitchen?”

“All fixed. Wanna check?” Releasing Lisanna, Mirajane turned to walk the woman through the house. “It was a bit of a hassle, with the pipes being so old, but I got it all fixed up and I’ve been really keeping an eye on making sure the cleaning gets done...”

As she disappeared with the woman into the kitchen, this left Laxus alone with the glaring boy and giggly girl who, free from her sister, just took to spinning around a bit as she stared up at the man.

“Who are you?” Elfman asked rather darkly as he took a few steps towards the man, voice soft as not to be overheard. “You said your name is Dreyar, but-”

“Elf! Can you come here?” Mirajane was calling from the kitchen then. “Please?”

Of course. Whatever his sister wanted. But as the teen slank off, Laxus found himself alone with the creepy girl again which, ugh.

“So you live here now, huh?” she giggled as he only scowled.

“And you go to school, huh?” he retorted right back, but the girl only stopped her spinning, a bit wobbly at first from this, to address the question at hand. She didn’t recognize it as a rhetorical retort and instead thought he was waiting for such.

“I always went to school,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes. “But sometimes, after Elf would walk me to the corner- Cause his school’s on a different street, so he goes to the corner and then says, ‘Bye, little sis’ and I say, ‘Bye, big bro’- But after he’d get to the corner, then I’d run into my friend Natsu and, cause, well, Natsu don’t gotta go to school, like me, ‘cause he’s home-schooled by his dad- His dad’s a dragon, too, kinda-”

“Okay, okay. Stop talking to me.”

“You asked.”

“It was my,” he replied, “mistake.”

But no the worst one. No. Certainly, the worst one was ever walking into the Strauss house.

Mirajane’s voice overtook them again, however, as she was coming out of the kitchen with her younger brother and the social worker, leading them right over to the hallway, though she did make some glaring eyes at Laxus as she went. As if any of this was his fault.

“Are you really dating my sister?” Lisanna asked finally, staring up at him with the same interest she’d found him there, upon arriving home from her sleepover, there in her sister’s bed. “Mr. Slayer?”

“It’s,” he grumbled, “Dreyar. My company is called Slayer.”

“That’s a dumb name.”

“You’re named after a pasta.”

“I am not!”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m not!”

She she kicked him then, in his shin, quite hard, causing Laxus to growl while she only stuck her tongue out and oh, Mirajane was back.

“Lisanna!” she hissed as she came rushing over, the social worker and their brother not far behind. As she came to snatch the girl away from the man, she only made something of a face at the other woman as she said, “Kids, you know?”

Laxus sure didn’t, as he resisted the urge to reach down and rub at his shin. The woman didn’t seem to either as she only made one last note in her report before informing Mirajane that she’d be getting in touch with her in the next few days. Laxus tried to shake her hand again, give her a card, but the woman only hurried out the door and, well, then it was just the four of them.

There was an awkward tension hanging about in the air and Laxus felt like he was the odd person out. Mainly because, well, he kind of was.

“Who is he, Mira?” Elfman asked his sister, but she was very busy scolding Lisanna who was arguing her case quite plainly that she was not named after a delicious noodle, but rather a beautiful princess, maybe, probably. There were a bunch of princess, at least, throughout all of time, and she always guessed that at least one had to share her name. Right?

Right?

“Don’t matter.” Laxus had walked over to the window, waiting until the slight woman’s car had pulled away before announcing this. “I’m outta here.”

“Good,” Mirajane retorted, hardly even glancing over at him, “riddance.”

And he felt much the same. It’s not like the pair had been friends or anything. And, at most, she’d been the moron to have a man over while she was going through...whatever she was going through. If she wanted to be pissy at him, that was fine.

Wasn’t like they’d be seeing much of one another, he figured.

#Unfinished #AU #Miraxus #Fairy Tail AU #Laxus Dreyar #Mirajane Strauss #Lisanna Strauss #Elfman Strauss #Should this be a thing?

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westallenfun · 6 years ago

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Before the Hood - 1/6

For @jade4813 from @backtothestart02 -I’m not going to lie. This gets pretty angsty pretty quickly and ends on a bittersweet note. But it’s meant to be the prequel to my Robin Hood westallen AU that I plan to write eventually (yes, this is a Robin Hood AU, you got me), and that fic will end very happily, so if you’d like, you can consider that your fic too. I hope you’re able to enjoy this fic though!

I so appreciate you as a person and a shipper and a writer. I am always so inspired by you and your talent and appreciate so much how kind you are. So I was unbelievably excited when I received your name as my giftee (you write such incredible AUs!). Hopefully you will enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it and be hopeful about what comes after instead of in a puddle of tears. I hope I can do your masterpieces some justice and that you have an amazing Christmas and holiday season!!

Merry Christmas!

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(All of these chapters have been lightly proofread, so feel free to do a re-read once I post them to AO3 & FFnet, b/c I’m sure they’ll be in much better condition then.)

Fun Fact: I did some medieval research for this story that I did try to incorporate. (1) People were not meant to be educated unless they were upperclass/royalty/clergymen. (2) Women were rarely educated period, unless upperclass and then very little. They were expected to marry and raise children. (3) The Crusades and everything according to the Robin Hood legend that I googled I tried to incorporate to some degree, since I did keep the story set in the Middle Ages. (There’s prob more, but I can’t think of what at the moment.)

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Chapter 1 -

Collin Woods.

A place thick with trees, alive with wildlife, and far from any central city on the map, two hundred miles away from the literal Central City. Within the woods contained the small town of the same name, the only structure cresting above the trees being the stone castle of the royals. Previously residing there was King Richard – a loyal, good king who took care of his people and flourished the town with bountiful riches and a thriving population. But within the past several months he had left the town and its people to embark on the noble quest of fighting in the Crusades. In his place, he left his younger brother, Prince John, a selfish, spoiled, adolescent fool who little by little drained the small town of its resources until the only thing rich and satisfying to the eye could be found within the castle grounds.

Many of the young men of the town had gone off to fight in the Crusades with their King. Not all could go, because work needed to be done that could not only be sustained by older men, women, and children. But some left not only for the cause itself but to escape the death trap that had become their once thriving homeland. War with all its drudgery, pain, and rate of death on the battlefield was still a welcome reprieve. To those that survived, they only hoped their king would return with them and so sustain the lands they used to call home and create a small paradise once again for themselves and those they loved.

Beside Prince John was his wise and yet often taken for granted advisor, Sir Hiss – not his actual name of course, but his natural born lisp that often affected his speech had granted him the title. The superficial prince did nothing to correct it. Since he relished as well as mocked his only true friend – if he could be called that – the name suited him in the latter case. Trained guards were at Prince John’s disposal, as well as the particularly greedy Sheriff of Collin Woods, Clifford Devoe.

Amongst the townspeople was the West family, but with the father, Joseph, and the son, Wallace, off to fight in the Crusades, and the mother, Francine, passed many years ago, the daughter, Maid Iris, was ordered by Prince John to live under the care of Sheriff DeVoe and his wife, Marlise. Iris was rarely seen after that, except for at festivals hosted by Prince John. And by one other, who she risked everything to see night after night by moonlight, hidden amongst the trees lining Silver Lake.

Barry Allen.

Bartholomew was his given name, but hardly rolling off the tongue, his best friend, Cisco – who’d also shortened his name – decided on a nick name for the young Allen. To those around him, it had stuck.

Barry was the only child of Henry and Nora Allen. The former was the only doctor in the town. He had taken a young pupil under his wing, a girl – which was most unheard of, Caitlin Snow. He’d tried to lure his son into the teachings of medicine. There were few things greater than the ability to heal, he would say. But young Barry would have none of it. And being a friend of Caitlin himself, Barry encouraged the union. There should be more than two doctors in one town, should one fall ill, heaven forbid. But it wasn’t going to be him. Most of the time when he wasn’t home, he traveled into town to offer his skills – that of repairing homes and entertaining children – as proof of his servitude. His mother, Nora, who was a seamstress to nearly everyone found this to be a great addition to the work force. And since she needed to do little to win over her husband, most of the time he relented.

But Barry didn’t spend all of his time tending to the needs of the townsfolk. His favorite pastimes were narrowed down to three: fishing with his best friend, Cisco, practicing archery from his handmade bow and arrows, and visiting Maid Iris by moonlight.

One late afternoon in June, finished with his tasks for today, Barry idly leaned against a tree and carved himself some new arrows, preparing to get some practice in. For the Crusades he would tell his father if the subject ever arose. But it hadn’t yet. Only his friends knew of his hobby, and it was kept amongst them. It was no secret Barry didn’t want to go to war.

“Hey!”

The disgruntled voice pulled Barry out of his reverie, and he saw an unamused Cisco standing inches beneath where his arrow had landed, a hole piercing his new hat as it stay pinned against the tree behind him.

Barry had the decency to blush.

“Sorry, Cisco.”

Cisco carefully pulled the arrow free and his hat with it and placed it back on his head.

“Watch it. My mother made that.”

Cisco’s mother was not the greatest seamstress – as was evidenced by the seams falling apart of the hats she made for her son, even without arrows being shot through them. But his parents looked down upon the Allen’s for Henry’s audacity to train a young girl in medicine, to educate a peasant girl whose duty it was to marry and raise children, not attempt to heal people. And also, because Barry’s parents were not stricter with him. As a result, they forbid their son from being friends with Barry – an order he ignored fervently.

“My mother could make you a new one,” Barry offered, not for the first time, as he turned his full attention to his friend.

Cisco snorted. “My mother would know. She knows she can’t sew. It has never been her talent. And if she saw how neatly the seams were sewn, she’d know where I had been.”

Barry nodded. He knew. He just couldn’t help but offer.

“Did you see Caitlin today?” Cisco asked casually, leaning against the tree beside Barry.

Barry shook his head. “I left early this morning. Ralph was off with Sue again, so he wasn’t around to watch his younger brothers and sisters. I offered my services.”

Cisco’s lips turned up in a smirk. “Of course you did.”

“It is my contribution,” Barry said, picking up another arrow and shaving down the sides so it would fly more smoothly.

“You don’t sound happy about it.”

He shrugged.

“Maybe you’re just jealous Ralph can spend time with Sue in broad daylight when you have to sneak around with Iris by moonlight.”

Barry froze, his eyes wide as he turned to look at his friend.

“What? You thought I didn’t know?”

Barry turned his body fully.

“I’m your best friend,” Cisco said, offended.

“You’re not- You didn’t- Does anyone else-”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course no one else knows. At least not because of me. I won’t tell a soul.” He paused. “At least not until you do.”

Barry snorted and returned to his arrows.

“I’ll never be able to do that,” he muttered under his breath.

“You never know,” Cisco said, softening.

Barry picked up his bow and arrow and aimed for a farther tree.

“As long as King Richard is fighting in the Crusades and Iris is cooped up with that awful Sheriff DeVoe, there’s no way we can be together openly. She’ll probably marry that awful knight Julian,” Barry said, scowling.

“I thought he’s planning to leave for the Crusades,” Cisco said, his brows fusing together.

“Not before obtaining a marriage proposal, I bet.”

“And why would the Sheriff say yes to him? He gains too much by keeping Iris locked up. He feeds off her inheritance.”

Barry lowered his bow. “Because Julian is a knight, and his father is in Prince John’s royal guard. He probably thinks Julian won’t return from the Crusades and he won’t have to worry about it.”

“But if he does return…”

“He’ll have to own up to the promise. And Maid Iris will have no choice in the matter.”

Cisco shoulders slumped, and then he gathered himself together, determined to let them not both be burdened down by this possibility.

“It might not happen,” he offered. “Julian’s thirst for war might overcome his desire for Iris.”

Barry looked at him. “It does.”

Cisco’s brows furrowed again.

“Julian wants her because I have her. It’s his petty jealousy for everything I have that is greater than his thirst for war. All the medals and glory in the world would mean nothing to him if they didn’t also crush me into the ground in the process.”

He shot off another arrow, this one recklessly into the air at a distance. Someone could trace it, find him, discover his hobby and somehow use it against him. But he didn’t care. Few things stifled his hatred for Julian Albert, son of the guard, knight in training, who gloated about all that he would receive on his return from the Crusades. More than once Barry had wanted to retort bitterly, ‘If you return.’ But he’d held his breath. He wouldn’t sink to his level.

“And what do you have that he doesn’t?” Cisco asked, though he knew at least some of what his answer would be.

“Both parents, friends, the right to choose what I want to do, and a father who is willing to bend the rules for the sake of the people.”

“And the love of Iris,” Cisco added, which made Barry’s anger finally fizzle out.

“Yes. And that.”

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In the quiet cottage just off the edge of town, Nora Allen sat in her rocking chair and picking up a new color of yarn to add to her nearest quilt. She hummed quietly to herself, a melody to harmonize with the blue birds chirping outside the window. The sun shone through it, warming her face, and with the scent of biscuits wafting out of the oven, she knew dinner would soon be at hand. The chicken was ready, and the corn. With the prepared food would come her husband, her son, and the young girl Henry had taken under his wing, Caitlin Snow.

Caitlin was a quiet one. With long brown locks and the same purple, cotton dress she wore day after day, only changing the ribbons in her hair on occasion, Nora had taken to mothering her. She’d never had a daughter, and there was much about Caitlin that appealed to her. From her determination to chase after her dreams to her polite refusal of anything that might inconvenience anyone, Nora welcomed having her in their home and at their table. A few times she had studied her son’s interactions with her to see if there was any spark. She certainly wouldn’t mind having Caitlin officially part of their family.

But Caitlin, it seemed, was in love with a slightly older boy, Ronnie Raymond, who had gone off to fight in the Crusades. And Nora’s boy, Barry, she had begun to suspect, still fancied Maid Iris.

It was a star-crossed romance she’d hoped her son could avoid. Not because she held anything against Iris or her family, but because it would be nearly impossible for them to find happiness together in a practical sense with Iris being elevated in her father’s and brother’s absence. In addition, she knew the feelings had not been one-sided before Joseph and Wallace had left for Crusades. That made the young romance even more devastating.

But Iris lived with Sheriff DeVoe now, who was snide and arrogant and in line with that terrible Prince John who was constantly raising the taxes. She hoped Marlise DeVoe, who while loyal to her husband, didn’t appreciate his tactics, had taken Iris under her wing and protected her. Heaven only knows what kind of atmosphere existed in that house if she hadn’t.

With Prince John’s almost constant raising of taxes – and demand in paying them being more frequent – Nora worried that soon Henry would allow appointments without pay. He tried to be firm and decisive on the outside, but on the inside his love for her and his son and the townspeople had turned him to mush. After all, once Barry had made it clear he would not be following in his footsteps, Henry had sought out a pupil and had no qualms whatsoever about taking on Caitlin Snow.

The sound of the heavy wooden door being opened interrupted her thoughts, and the sound of her husband’s warm voice made the sadness of her thoughts all but disappear.

“Something smells good,” Henry said, walking through the door. “You smell that, Caitlin?” The young girl nodded beside him. “It smells wonderful.”

Nora smiled to herself, set aside her tools and yarn and walked into the entryway adjoining the kitchen.

“You’re home,” she said, to which her husband crossed the distance between them and placed a kiss on her cheek. “It smells so good.” He pulled back. “Is it biscuits?”

She nodded. “Yes. And chicken and potatoes.”

Caitlin’s eyes lit up. “You have potatoes?”

“Yes. And I’m going to mash them. Would you like to help?”

Caitlin nearly bounced up on her toes. It never ceased to amazing Nora how this girl could go from being shy to eager and excited when new opportunities presented themselves. She wondered what that meant about her home life but decided not to think on it.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she chuckled. “Come on.” She nodded her head towards the hot pot over the fire and grabbed some pot warmers so as not to burn herself. “Grab a bowl from the bottom shelf. We’ll put them in there first.”

Caitlin did as she was told and used the large spoon to transfer the vegetable. Nora looked over her shoulder at her husband as she did so.

“Have you seen Barry today?”

“Not this morning,” he said on a sigh. “But the Dibny’s informed me he spent all morning with their rambunctious children, so he must’ve done some good today.”

“Henry.” Her voice lowered, and he reined himself in.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s a good thing what he’s doing. It’s better than just lying around this place all day. I’m glad he’s getting work in and that he’ll help out with the harvest in the fall.”

“Oh!” Caitlin interjected, spying the individual in question walking passed the distant window. “I think I see him.”

Moments later, the door opened and Barry walked in, a basket of freshly pulled carrots in his arms.

“Carrots,” Caitlin said, awe-struck by yet another delicious food being added to the menu.

“What a brilliant idea, Barry. Thank you for thinking of it,” his mother said.

He forced a smile that matched his father’s until Henry felt the glare his wife was delivering to the back of his head.

“I thought it might…add something,” Barry added lamely, avoiding his father’s gaze.

“I talked to the Dibny’s earlier today,” Henry said, pushing bitter feelings behind him for the sake of the meal and the company. “It sounds like you were very helpful to them this morning.”

Barry looked at him, then glanced at his mother and Caitlin and knew he had to do something to release the tension.

“Well, someone had to be, what with Ralph running off with Sue just as his brothers and sisters were waking up.”

Henry softened, a proud smile gracing his features.

“I’m glad you stepped up, son.” He gripped his shoulder. “It’s good to know what’s important in life and not go running after a lass before you’ve found your place.”

He glanced over at Caitlin.

“Nothing against you, of course, Caitlin.”

She grinned sardonically.

“Of course not. I’m special.”

Barry shook his head at the comment, but it had the whole family laughing, and so the tension was broken.

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Night descended over Collin Woods about an hour after dinner. Caitlin had returned home, promising to meet Henry at his clinic the next day as early as she could. He promised to bring food with him and Nora insisted she come home with Henry for dinner again. Caitlin was reluctant to make that promise, so she just smiled as a goodbye and waved her hand on the way out. Barry watched her from the front window and thought about the impact she made on their home. He was glad to have her in his life, and glad even more so that she’d provided an escape for him from his father’s profession. But he worried some about her home life. Whenever he saw her about in town, there was no light in her eyes. She looked sullen, almost like a young child. And he saw the tight grip her mother always had on her even though she was three years into adulthood at age fifteen. It just made him more aware of the destruction Prince John had brought upon their little town.

Barry lay in bed until he could hear his parents’ snores drifting down the hall. Deeming it safe to slip out, he pushed open his window and carefully climbed over the ledge to the other side. He closed it after he’d landed in the grass, keeping it open a crack so he wouldn’t have difficulty going in, and then slinked away from his home, taking off as fast as one of his arrows as soon as he’d reached the cluster of trees thickening like a swarm of flies on the way to Central Pond.

He got to the edge of the water, looked up and saw some hazy clouds crossing over the moon. He worried for a moment that she wouldn’t come. They had always said that if it was a cloudy night, maybe it was a sign they shouldn’t meet up that night, that there was somehow a better likelihood of them being caught, even if logically that didn’t make sense. They should be harder to see with no grand moonlight making figures known amongst the trees.

But he didn’t have to worry long. Because mere moments later, a tap came on his shoulder, and he nearly fell into the water because of it.

“Barry!” she quietly shrieked, pulling him back by the fabric of his shirt, and then dissolving into a fit of giggles when she did. Putting a hand over her mouth, she tried to compose herself. “I’m sorry.”

He was flushed, breathing heavily for a few moments, but then a silly grin stretched across his face.

“No apology needed,” he said, then took her hand and led her away from the water into the woods. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”

“So was I,” she said. “The clouds were so much thicker from my bedroom window.” She came to a stop and held both of her hands in his, swinging a little on the balls of her feet. “But I thought I’d make a try for it. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.”

In truth it had been two days, and the only reason they hadn’t met up was because of storms, rain that poured hard and for hours. But it still felt like an eternity. Every moment apart felt like a lifetime.

“I know,” he said, intertwining their fingers together. “It’s been forever.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled on her hands with his own, instantly bringing her closer, and met her lips with a sudden kiss. She melted into it, and so did he. His arms moved to settle on her waist as hers wrapped around his neck. And for a while they stood there in the filtered moonlight, just ignoring the world around them.

“Oh, Barry,” she murmured, eventually pulling back enough to lay her head on his chest. He swayed them gently. “I wish it could be like this forever.”

He rested his cheek on the top of her head and shut his eyes, listening to the sway of her long dress in the night breeze.

“So do I.”

“I dream at night about us, you know.”

He smiled to himself. “You do?”

“Well, don’t you?” She lifted her head to look up at him.

“Of course, Iris. I dream about you even when I’m not sleeping. I almost shot Cisco with an arrow today because I was so distracted dreaming of you.”

Her eyes sparkled. “You wouldn’t have hit him.”

“I don’t know…I was pretty distracted.”

“You never miss,” she said. “Not even when you’re distracted.”

“I might’ve made an exception for Julian,” he joked lightly.

She smirked. “I might’ve let you.”

He didn’t know if her not liking Julian any more than he did made their situation even more tragic, but he decided he liked it. Better the knight not be his competition when it came to Iris’ heart. In any other way, he could deal, even if he didn’t want to, but if he was unsure about where her heart lie, he was sure he would die.

“Come on,” he said, stepping back enough to just hold her hand. “I want to show you something.”

Iris bit her bottom lip and ran with him through the woods until they came to a large tree. She stopped before he did and looked up at the spectacle before them.

“It’s amazing,” she said, awestruck.

“It’s old,” he responded. “And probably shouldn’t be climbed on.” He bent down to pick something off the grass just around the old oak. “But it’s unlike any other tree in the whole forest, and I think we should make it our own.”

He came back to her and handed her a rock, sharp and narrow at the end. She looked at it strangely and met his eyes with a quizzical expression.

“What are you thinking, Barry?”

He grinned and pulled her to the large, oak tree. Then she watched as he used his own rock to painstakingly carve his initials into the wood. He made a small cross beneath it and stepped back. He glanced at her when she didn’t move.

“Your turn,” he said.

Excitedly, though she tried to contain herself, Iris stepped forward and carved her own initials in. Then, without any prodding, she drew a large heart around their letters and stepped back, looking at their masterpiece proudly.

“I love you, Iris,” he said, softly, and she turned to find him staring at her, so much love in his eyes. She didn’t doubt his declaration for a second.

“I love you, too, Barry,” she returned, taking both his hands in hers as they’d been before.

“I don’t know how long we can be like this,” he admitted. “But I’m going to treasure every moment.” He brought their clasped hands to his heart and held them there. “You’re my home, Iris. And that’s one thing that will never change.”

Her heart aflutter, and all words fallen away from her memory, she smiled softly in response. Then she tilted her face up, closed her eyes, and waited for him to kiss her.

#the flash #westallen secret santa #westallen #barry allen #iris westallen #iris west #backtothestart02 #fanfic #fanfiction #the flash fanfiction #submission

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flameontheotherside · 6 years ago

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Finally A Female

.... At least what I think. 😅 I told her I sensed she is a galactic guardian.... But didn't get in to it because she's always working. She also said she knows I am too. But what bothers me a little is while talking to George today, I think he's hiding something. He knows more than I think I know. Especially about being Bragi.

It's not my forte to outright say feelings. I rather do things for people.... But I was forced to basically tell George that I have feelings for him. Yep... 🙃 I regret it. I regret giving him my fucking number. Knowing Erik would never steer me wrong, I still think maybe I'm misunderstanding. Maybe George is a different one? Maybe he's not one at all. No, I know he is one. 😒 Im just highly skeptical he's really my "future husband"... Got to be fucking with me. For fucks and coconuts I wish for once in my life as a single women that I didn't give as much shits and giggles about some other dude that is just going to fuck me over anyway. I have zero trust and patience. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I only assume because I sure know how to pick them. I said I just want to be friends. Clearly I fucked it up by saying I caught feels.

🔥🔥🙃EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINNNNNEEE!🙂🔥🔥

*Mini Rant*

... Even more bothersome is I don't know all the things. I don't know what he's hiding, IF HE IS HIDING ANYTHING AT ALL, I donno very much about him. 🙄 Well other than him being Bragi supposedly...then of course I can't get a straight answer or anything from ANYONE including Erik, God, and granny. Wtf am I supposed to do?! Anxiety is through the roof. Oh and George told me not to get hung up on him. 🙃 Okay no probs. Since I hardly know the guy, it's easy to just believe he's an asshole and nip it. Sure. No problem. Cool story. 😎 It's all Gucci.

🤦🏼‍♀️ No, I want to just give this all up...

... Anyway I think it's cool that girl a couple of beds down knows she's a galactic guardian too. I want to know more about her but at the same time, my hands are kind of full. Just happy that she knows and wish her well. 😅

Yes, I'm not supposed to know EVERYTHING. However a few months ago there was this hype about meeting Bragi and this and that. Then when I need help understanding, I get nothing. It's like seeing an advertisement over and over. Then you go to the fucking store, the item is recalled or not sold anymore. Permanently. Like not made at all.

Sorry for the tangent you guys. Just needed to get it off.

😘💕💞❤️ Have a good night!

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arsynn-writes · 6 years ago

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Let me VENT for a moment. (Ok complain really)

You take one sick day. ONE. And this is what it leads to...

I have to read an entire graphic novel by tomorrow. I have to make up a quiz as well... who knows when! Which may interfere with my therapy appointment (which I only get once every 3 weeks if I’m lucky). My paper I’m writing for CDA SUCKS ASS because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing and I’ve hardly revised it because I’ve been too sick to get help on it. Then I remember there’s an entire different part of the assignment I haven’t even thought of yet that’s also due tomorrow.

I don’t own any printer paper. (I know. I’m a fucking English major who doesn’t own fucking printer paper!!!)

I can’t go to work because my boss has no immune system and even if I’m still a little bit sick I can’t go until I’ve been well for at least 24 hrs and I’m broke as fuck as is and since school started I’ve had to take off a lot.

Every time I feel better, the migraine comes back, as well as the nausea and the fever (oh joy!)

I don’t have time to take care of myself recently. I feel like bleh. I’m dizzy as fuck and hot and exhausted.

Don’t even get me started on my relationship probs... there’s a lot of jealousy involved when you’re poly and dating a monogamous partner.

The house is a fucking WRECK. My room is a fucking WRECK. There’s no groceries in the house. There’s no litter so the cat box smells like ass. We’re damn near out of toilet paper. I haven’t even unpacked my suitcase from a week ago. We’re basically out of laundry detergent. My sheets are not clean. I can’t find any clothes. I have had 0 time to fucking wash my hair this week so I look like a chalky sludge ball.

I defeated acne years ago and now I look like I’m 13 again with red zits fucking EVERYWHERE. I had a test and a paper due today. I can’t find any clean underwear... the sky decided to fall on me as soon as I got out of my car.

Still missing my left mirror on my car! So that’s a bunch of butt. My car is basically a garbage truck (oh yay).

My girlfriend just had surgery and I can’t help her Bc she’s 3 hrs away. And my boyfriend gets jealous of her super easy and it makes me sad Bc I love them both so much.

Next week will be the anniversary of my Papaw’s death and my ex husband leaving me.

My dream has had to be put on hold because of school. And I have no fucking clue what I’m gonna do with my degree ....

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chronostopped · 7 years ago

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— ✧U.LRIKKE FALCH?, NO, THAT’S JUST SINEAD JAIME MILLER-MADROX ! THEY’RE THE TWENTY-THREE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER OF JAMIE & LAYLA MADROX. THEY'RE ALSO A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. I HEAR THEY’RE WITTY & DETERMINED BUT TEND TO BE SELF-DESTRUCTIVE & AGGRESSIVE. HER FILE SAYS THAT HER POWER IS CHRONOPROHIBERIS + PSYCHOMETRY.

info after cut + pinterest !

trash dottir short intro !

- sinead, named after terry cassidy ( and sean cassidy ) - old teammates who both passed away, as well as a homage to muir island which looked after jamie after his parents were murdered. - for like ... 2 years, sinead had a normal life with her parents in their barn in kentucky. until jamie got a call from muir island, went to check it out, and died because of the terrigen mists in the area -- killing him, and all his dupes. - even though sinead doesn’t remember her dad from her own memories, his death really upset her and she did everything she could to try and become more like him growing up. - layla ... took it even worse than sinead did. her knowledge of the future was already pretty split, but jamie’s death was never supposed to happen like this so the future multiverses she saw split so badly she could hardly tell what was happening in the present any longer. - she’s not great as a single mum but boy do they try !! except sinead really raises herself. - when she’s 10, layla sends her to an x-school and bc she has to do super hero/fate stuff/probs off resurrecting her dead husband. - at this point her powers of basically stopping time, and seeing memories through touch begin to develop, she starts wearing gloves so she’s not all in ur fucking business at all times. - a lot of her god-parents and stuff are x-men, and shes basically been raised by them. it kind of helped with her attitude problem, but now, she basically hates all adults that aren’t mutants and especially inhumans bc she blames them for how her family fell apart yikes !! - she never went to paragon rlly, she tried but she dropped out hella quick - instead she started interning for lorna as a pi bc of her father, lorna basically mothered sinead in the place of layla growing up ( and is basically her godmother). -she still often fell in with the wrong crowd, a very edgy kid, a lot of problems - she likes to pretend she ‘knows stuff’ like her mothers’ powers, by using her ability to see the past on items to find out stuff she shouldn’t know but it’s just her pissing about. - she also draws an m over her eye like her parents’ tattoo, bc a) mutant and proud, b) she just wants to be a cool noir detective like her dad. but not dead like her dad. except she kind of wants to die too.

WC : - her first failed job, you had a simple case that she was allowed to work on. but she couldn’t crack it, the result didn’t really mean anything, but she feels bad about it and constantly tries to make it up. - x-kids, pretty much she knows all of them from growing up ! - friends with vices, the people she knows from the wrong side. one night hook ups, out back smoking and drinking, the bad influence kind of friends. - you gotta case i maybe can solve it, sure she’s an intern and stuff, but she wants to tackle more cases. aka. she’s snooping in your shit. - she’s probably in a girl gang or smth ! or a squad, adopt her into a squad fairy squadmothers! - exes !!! any gender !!! proper relationships broken off for one reason or another. ( sinead doesn’t believe in love, blames it for her mothers state, maybe someone tried to change her mind, and it worked for a short while, but it completely combusted -- whether they’re on good terms or not !! ) - anything pls send help

#sidekick.intro #here she is the mess !!

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stcvic · 7 years ago

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hello, my dudes ! i’m lauren, i’m twenty years old, i live in the est, i use she/her pronouns, and i make up 1/2 of the dynamic duo that brought newcastlehqs to a computer near you ! honestly, i would tell you about myself but i don’t want to bore you so i’ll keep it short and sweet: i spend all of my money on movies and concert tickets, i could live off of coffee ice cream and cool ranch doritos ( a fitness icon ), and i love you. now that that’s over, i’d now like to introduce you all to this little devil, STEVIE ADLER.

( zoey deutch, 22, she/her. ) – hey, jagger’s pub ? it’s me, stevie adler, y’know the town’s hoyden. listen, i’m not going to make it to work tonight because i’ve got a gig with my band, saturdaze. i’m the keyboardist / bassist and they really need me even though they keep denying my request to cover electric feel by MGMT.

background !

stevie adler was born in newcastle, vermont to marcus adler and andrea adler.

she has three brothers cooper (25), axel (20), and graham (16).

her interest in music came solely from her dad who used to be a sound technician for very famous groups like aerosmith, the stones, and fleetwood mac ( how she got her name ! ) but he decided to hang up the passport for a while and now he’s visiting sound tech professor at the university of vermont and occasionally works the soundboard for the red light lounge whenever there’s a show.

she doesn’t have a relationship with her mom at all seeing as she left marcus, stevie, and her siblings because she claims she was ‘fed up with the fact that her husband was always traveling and leaving her to raise the kids on her own.’ that wasn’t the case though, she was just being dramatic and needed an excuse to leave. the real reason, which was later disclosed, was that she was pissed marcus’ career could flourish while hers was on the back burner. so in short: stevie’s selfish mother left her family to pursue a career and spoil herself while stevie’s dad was pursuing his career to foot the bills and provide for his family.

her dad never remarried or fell back in love with anyone else so it was just him, cooper, stevie, axel, and graham.

because she grew up around all boys, it was only a given she’d pick up on some of their ‘tendencies’ for example: as opposed to picking up a barbie doll and playing dress up like some girls and boys, she picked up a baseball and a bat instead. there wasn’t a day that went by where she wasn’t outside playing getting bruised up or scabby knee’d. she was apart of several different sports teams as a kid and even through her teenage years, but ( this is kinda cheesy ) she always managed to keep her interest in music just as relevant.

personality !

okay, so her label is the hoyden which is basically just a jazzy word for a tomboy and carefree, boisterous girl and that’s exactly what stevie is: a carefree tomboy.

i pretty much shaped her off of a few of my favorite characters –– nick miller ( new girl ), ilana wexler ( broad city ), gina linetti ( brooklyn nine nine ), blake henderson ( workaholics ) !

she might be off-putting to some people because they think she comes off as ‘mean’ and ‘intimidating’ but really they’re just mislabeling her sarcasm and her resting bitch face. but tbh, she is kind of intimidating at first glance, she can’t help it though.

did i mention she’s very sarcastic ? a true Smart Ass™

she isn’t a serious person whatsoever, i know this is bad but she’s the type of person to start laughing at the most inappropriate times. she has no idea how to handle serious situations either so if she sees someone crying she’s just like ... um ... yikes ? i gtg.

SHE IS LITERALLY THE EMBODIMENT OF THIS VINE, THIS IS LITERALLY STEVIE WHEN I SAY SHE ISN’T SERIOUS AND DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE SERIOUS SITUATIONS ! I AM YELLING !

she hates showing any form of emotional vulnerability and hardly ever cries in front of anyone or ever for that matter because her daddy didn’t raise no bitch ! that’s probably why she doesn’t know what to do when she sees people cry ? she might come off apathetic because of it ?

growing up around all boys, she developed a really thick skin and tough exterior that’s pretty hard to cut through. it takes a lot to set her off when it comes to something that’s targeted towards her. however, if someone crosses one of her friends or someone she cares about, she will not hesitate to throw hands.

certified queen of impetuous decisions and running away from her responsibilities !

in short: she’s just a very sarcastic, rather comical person who is careless almost 99%, but she tries and she’s a true ride or die homie !

CHECK OUT HER MUSINGS PAGE BECAUSE IT’S BASICALLY HER AND I’M JUST SHIT AT EXPLAINING THINGS !

possible connections !

wifey for life(y) ! lmao this title is kind of dumb but basically i want a connection where stevie and said muse are basically like abbi and ilana from broad city ! if you don’t watch the show then don’t worry, honestly, i’ll give you the run down: they’re basically two peas in a pod ( some people probs think they’re dating ) and there isn’t a day that goes by when they aren’t getting themselves into some sort of situation that you pretty much only see on a movie screen or just ... trouble. when they aren’t wreaking havoc, they kick back and smoke weed, drink, talk about life, etc. if someone tries to come for one of them, the other will be the first in line to throw hands and defend their ass.

the yin to her yang ! just another way of saying polar opposite and although they might not be carbon copies of each other and probably wouldn’t been seen together ever had it been in a societal norm situation, the two of them somehow click ? maybe it was their similar taste in music that brought them together or the fact they bonded over something similar. maybe they could’ve met back in the day at a party or a concert and they were the only two people who knew every word to every song/certain song ? we can definitely talk it out more if you’re interested !

friends with benefits ! think mila kunis and justin timberlake circa friends with benefits. no emotions, just sex. i would say maybe they’ll start catching feelings, but stevie is pretty emotionally shut down so it could be an unrequited love thing – who knows ? regardless, their dynamic is far from awkward. they aren’t afraid to blatantly text the other to come thru, bang a few out of their system, then end the night tossing back shots at the pub, catching a movie, clubbing at the red light lounge or grabbing a bite to eat.

are we hating, are we fucking ? ( shoutout childish gambino ) because i live for the drama and the thrill, i kind of want a dynamic where they literally cannot stand each other but the sexual tension is there. like they’re constantly at each other’s throats and throw shade at one another just to get a rise out of one another. they act like the can’t stand it, but they’re lowkey into it and enjoy the playful, cut-throat banter ! maybe it’s lead to a few hookups, maybe it hasn’t happened yet, who knows ?

trivia buddy / competitor ! okay this is so random, but i figured it was pretty different ? since stevie grew up playing a lot of sports with her brothers and being on different teams as a kid, she has a very competitive nature about her. if someone challenges her to do something, she’ll most likely drop everything to do it. she loves a little friendly competition. so, since astro’s has a trivia tuesdays night, i was thinking maybe her and said muse could either be on a team together or they go head to head every tuesday and they make a deal, whoever loses that night has to buy the other person a round of drinks or something ! i don’t know i thought this was cute !

good influencee / bad influencer ! someone who’s constantly worrying about stevie while she’s trying to get them to worry less, to let loose and actually experience life for a change rather than being so ... cautious and hesitant, rather than sticking to the same old shit different day sort of thing. while she’s trying to get them to worry less, they’re constantly trying to get stevie to think things through before making impetuous decisions.

the crushee ! listen... someone who has a crush on stevie, someone who’s insistent that they’ll pierce through that exterior and show her that not all love is bad. someone who’s drawn to her but she can’t understand why ( or maybe she doesn’t even know that they are ).

ALSO HERE ARE MORE I JUST THOUGHT OF BUT I’M TOO EXCITED TO ELABORATE SOME ARE SELF EXPLANATORY THO

regular / favorite customer at the bar !

one of her brother’s best friends !

drinking buddy !

salt sibling !

confidant / cornerstone !

roommate !

#ncvt:intro #LISTEN I AM SO EXCITED #ALSO SORRY IF THIS IS LONG #lSJDLSAJDLSJD

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haramheathen · 8 years ago

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Sorry i haven’t replied to your messages..for so long. I’m just so overwhelmed with everything going on in my life. When I get so overwhelmed I feel so defeated and just withdraw from everything and avoid everyone which isn’t the best. There’s a lot I feel like I need to get off my chest.

My aunt broke her arm a few weeks ago and since then I’ve been doing a lot of her cooking, cleaning, laundry ect. Buying extra groceries. Coming home from work, cooking dinner..which is hard because I’m focusing on my own weight loss journey it’s hard finding meals that both my aunt and I can eat, specially since I have a low carb diet and her diet has always consisted heavily of carbs and not so healthy foods. It means it’s hard for me to please us both. Regardless I’ve been doing my best.

Despite how much I love and care about my aunt and out of love am doing these things for her, it has been really stressful. I’ve been trying to save hard for my own life goals and it’s like all the money i’m earning is going into buying all the extra food and it’s like I hardly have time to myself anymore. I don’t have as much time to work out and even when I do I just feel so mentally and physically exhausted I just can’t make myself. It sucks because I tend to feel better in general when i’m doing regular exercise and it helps with my mental health a bit.

I wish she would make more of an effort sometimes to be more independent. I understand she has a broken arm and i’m not trying to compare her with every other injured/sick person out there but I work in a medical centre and I’ve seen people who have been hit by cars who make more of an effort to help themselves, and i feel awful for saying this but some of it just comes down to my aunts laziness. I came home from work yesterday and asked her if she had lunch and she said she just had a cup of tea and it’s like..... She’s at home all day and mainly naps and watches tv and talks on the phone and still can use her good arm to make a simple lunch like a piece of toast or crackers or heat up leftovers in the microwave or put something in the oven. I can’t be at her house to make her lunch if i’m at work. Then i end up feeling guilty when she says she hasn’t eaten. I wish she would just take some responsibility for herself and be an adult.

It’s not fully her fault a lot of the blame is the religion and culture we were raised in. Where women are groomed/conditioned to just submit to the men of the household and just cook and clean and the men are meant to provide. But it’s fucking 2017 that dynamic isn’t always going to work and especially if you’re not married and live alone. For years she’s been complaining that she wish she had someone or a ~man~ to take her grocery shopping or to do this or that for her or drive her somewhere and it’s like...... Just do it your fucking self?? Take a fucking bus or cab or uber to the supermarket and shop what you need then come home the same way?? No lie I live within a 10-15 min walk from 2 supermarkets and I always buy my groceries after work and carry them home even if it’s heavy because it means i don’t have to rely on other people. Heck, you can even get groceries delivered to your door now. The religion has really given her a warped idea of a marriage and I don’t think it’s healthy to view a potential husband as someone who’s just going to do everything for you.

I didn’t go to work today because I had such a bad day yesterday I completely broke down last night, felt incredibly depressed, finished the remains of my stash. Ate bad food til I accidentally threw up all over myself, cried my guts out and fell asleep and I just woke up this morning feeling awful so called in sick to work because i really need to just look after my mental health today and I fainted last night prob because i’m anemic. I just don’t think I could cope being around people today and i’m not going to my aunts house during the day because I can’t dedicated this whole day to looking after her because I can barely look after myself.

I went over there this morning to eat breakfast and wash the dishes and after I just finished washing the dishes she asks if i’m going to wipe down the insides of the kitchen sink.. and it’s like..dude I feel like fucking shit just let me go home and lie down. She doesn’t like drops of water inside the fucking kitchen sink.. DROPS OF WATER INSIDE THE KITCHEN SINK. I’m not that fucking pedantic. Like she should be just fucking grateful I even come around and to give her food, cook, clean her toilet, shower, do her laundry, help wash her hair.. Like fucking hell. Like sorry I can’t be fucked wiping water droplets out of the fucking sink, but that’s not a huge fucking priority to me??? The sink is going to get wet again water anyway??

I also got offered more hours at work, which is great but it means i won’t get two days off in a row and i know that’s going to hit my stress levels hard because i never feel like I've had a proper rest and it means i’m going to have to rebook so many upcoming appointments and hold off making any appointments to see my counselor because everything is so uncertain. And the idea of working full time hours while looking after my aunt and trying to keep myself together makes me extremely anxious. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just feel like a mess and everything feels so bad. My struggles with body dysmorphia are getting worse. I’m just going to spend today making sure I eat, drink fluids and i’m going to try and keep my mind busy with the internet, video games and sleep. Maybe I seem like a selfish bitch but fuck it, I just need today to be alone.

#personal

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stealingstarsandbandmembers-blog · 8 years ago

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RYDEN THEORY™ - what happened in cape town?

*THIS IS A LOG ASS POST, IT WILL CONTAIN A SHIT TON OF MISTAKES GRAMMAR AND FACT WISE - IT'S JUST A THEORY, REMEMBER* During Nothing rhymes with circus Tour Brendon and Ryan were extremely touchy in a pretty sexual way, touching each other, stroking each other's hair, kissing, pushing eachother ect. During that era and tour, Ryan met Keltie, and as you may know they were in a relationship. But, Ryan and Brendon still continued with their touching/and gazing dreamly into eachother's eyes. But, i somehow noticed that it eventualy became more discrete, they stopped interacting so much on stage and during interviews. (tears) So, with that fact in mind, let's get onto Cape Town. My theory is that Ryan met a special someone in Cape Town that screwed up the band and his relationship with Keltie (they broke up in 2009). Not really screwed up, mostly made him realize he isn't living his life the way he wants to. That someone is, in my perception, not a person, more a thought, a conclusion, something that you don't touch but rather feel. "Took you in the vineyard A couple hours after I met you Didn't need my passport Said I'd let you keep it forever" His decision. That's who he met. A decision that he doesn't like the way he's living. They actually played in a vineyard in Cape Town. He took the decision to the concert, he knew it was his last concert with Panic! He didn't need his passport - he didn't want to go anywhere with the band anymore. He needed rest. He needed change. "I hardly knew a thing about you I got lost in Cape Town In Cape Town" I like to believe this is actually Ryan talking to himself. He didn't know himeself. And something made him realize that ans that something was in Cape Town. It may be a girl/guy, a tree, a cat, a dick, i don't have a darn clue. He got lost in Cape Town. Preferably caught himself beibg lost as fuck in Cape Town. "I saw you I met you I loved you I left you in Cape Town" This one is probably about the band or some shit. I don't have a clue. Ryro is a shady motherfucker so i think i'll never know. And that's why i'm looking for clues trough eyes of an philosopher. Ryan is literally such a fucked up motherfucker. "Woke me in the morning Asked me if I meant it, I didn't Asked to be her husband She already had one in prison" Shady ass motherfuckers probably had a fight. And he probably spilled some salt all over the floor which Brendon collected and sprinkled all over Vices when he was writing it. For real tho, Ryan probably said some mean ass shit because he was angry. Why was he angry? I don't have an idea. And the husband thing is probably because being in a band is a commitment. But the prrison husband shit is probs about how he was a replacement or about how Brendon and Spencer could work out without Ryan and Jon. Not sure tho. I'm not sure about anything i just shat on this screen with my fingers. "Ran all out of paper Lost it all in pontoon When I was in Asia I forgot how to call you" Didn't have any ideas or will to write pop songs that suck ass. He's a beatlesfucker not a pop star. Way to go, George. And the second part is probably about how he had to give up his personal life for the band. Uncomfortable "Went out to a graveyard To bum a couple of flowers To give to you When I got back to Cape Town" Don't know what this means. Shady George. This was shit. Help me. #ryden #ryan ross #george ryan ross #george ryan ross the third #george ryan ross iii #panic! at the disco #p!atd #brendon urie #jon walker #spencer smith #what happened in cape town #cape town #the young veins #tyv #ryden theory #afycs#a fever you cant sweat out #pretty.odd.

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I currently have USAA and back in Nov 2005 I hit a piece of tire on I-25. The tire ripped out my wheel well cover and took the electrical system with it. I made a claim that came out to 1K including my deductible. When trying to change insurance this claim came up and uppped my 6 month policy by 300 dollars. It is not on my DMV driving record, can I still get the cheaper insurance thru progressive.com? Thanks a bunch.""

Help on car insurance - very urgent!?

I have recently noticed that the address on my car insurance is completely wrong. From the house number to the last digit in the postcode. I have had an accident which was apparently my fault, and now I have realised my address is wrong. I have made multiple phone calls where I've had to confirm my address too. Is there any safe way I can change my address without arousing any suspicion? Please help me because it is a genuine error, and I do not want to be accused of being fraudulent. What are the best options to take at this stage? Thank you""

Would you let me collect on your life insurance?

What would I have to do to collect on your life insurance? If I bought you life insurance and paid the premium on it and paid your funeral costs and paid your family 20% on the insurance policy would you let me collect on your insurance?? This is considering that you cannot afford life insurance yourself.

How much does a broken wrist cost after insurance?

I have a paper from school and in it I must in include all details of a situation. My story line includes a child breaking their wrist. I was wonder what someone would have to pay after insurance? If you could help me be detailed as much as possible like how much would it be for like x rays, doctor visits, medicine, etc. I've never broken anything so Im a bit lost. Even just a average estimate would be appreciated.""

""What is a sporty, efficient, nice looking, affordable small car?""

My fiance has been looking at cars to buy. We plan to buy used and pay cash with about a $7,000 price range. First she liked the Pontiac G6 but we read tons of terrible reviews and decided against it. Aswell as the G5. She says she wants a sporty yet classy car. She likes the Cobalt alot. I have read mixed reviews about it and also questioned fuel mileage and insurance costs. Please help! She is getting discouraged and I really want to make her happy in looking for another car. I know theres one out there somewhere...""

I am looking for a second hand HOT-HATCH for around about 1250 (not worried about insurance cost)

Which cars in this price range do you recomend. Thanks

Which insurance company is best ?

im 15 going on 16 and i need car insurance im getting either geico which is my mom's insurance or farmer's which is my dad's my mom had farmers but farmers is too expensive the car i will be driving is a 2000 Nissan Sentra SE (automatic) http://www.edmunds.com/flipper/do/MediaNav/styleId=9585/firstNav=Gallery it looks exactly like the red one except its green and it has brown leather seats and a new radio system :]] its my brothers old car he hardly uses it since he has a brand new 2008 Nissan Altima so my Sentra is free :]] my dad will probably pay for my car stuff .or they will split it . i live in a city around the houston area . p.s can you give me your guess of how much i will be paying a month for insurance or perhaps every 6 months ? and which insurance company should i get ? p.s idk if this helps but my mom drives a 2004 Infiniti G35 Sedan and my dad drives a 2001 Jaguar XJ8 .

Car hit me but i have no insurance. What will happen?

I was hit by a car, and it was the other drivers fault, but i didnt have insurance when this happend. Can the others drivers insurance still pay me for the damage on my vehicle? Or what will happen?""

Car insurance question....?

I had full coverage on my 01 honda civic coupe. Fixed up but i know insurance wont give a rats. ***. My question is, if it is totaled and my car had full coverage. How much would i get from them? i tried going to kelly blue book. But i don't know if insurance goes by retail, or dealer quote or what... If u can answer give u all the pnts for best answer.""

Whats wrong with affordable healthcare?

republicans are ruining this country with their fear mongering. The healthcare is optional, you can still use anthem or whoever you have. Plus this creates competition for the insurance companies to start lowering their prices. republicans are obviously being paid off by the big insurance companies to stop affordable healthcare""

Gap insurance on new auto?

what is the cost for gap insurance for honda acord 4 door sedan 06 year

Baby insurance?

whats a cheap and reliable baby insurance? any advice? my sons a month old

Help with Car insurance?

My mom pays for my car insurance. I pretty much moved out, and I'm living at my boyfriends house. (we have been together 3 years, not the point here though). I want to get my car insurance in my own name, going towards the point of being independent and taking care of myself. Problem is, everyone I confront my mother about it she's either too drunk or just avoids the topic. Is it possible to switch my car insurance brands without having her approval?""

Recommended Car Insurance Coverage?

I'm 18 years old and have to buy car insurance for the firsr time on my one. I don't know what level of insurance to get... what's the recommended car insurance coverage amounts?

How much would insurance be for a 1999 Ford ZX2 Escort?

I'm 17, a boy, and I live in maryland just 5 miles from DC. Im getting my first car next saturday and its gonna be a Black 1999 Ford ZX2 Escort. How much can I expect to pay for insurance? I have a clean driving record. Also, my parents dont have car insurance so they have to start a separate account for me. Thanks!""

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Whats the best life insurance.?

i am looking for a good life insurance but the market is so full and confusing.

Why do we care about the people who have no health insurance?

they chose not to get insurance... they chose to by 200 dollar shoes over health insurance.. why do i have to pay for them?????? why am i responsible for someone elses well being? i thought adults were good on their own. i would pay taxes for sal healthcare for ALL children but the adults can go **** themselves who dont have it. its not my problem. i dont have many things that i want to get... i dont see anyone else buying the things i want...

Quick question about car insurance?

I've been with a car insurance company for 3 years now and have been lucky enough to not have to file any claims with them, I just had my policy renewed and the premium went up about $100 from the previous year. Prior to this it had always gone down and when I called to ask why it went up they said because of an increase in claims in my area, now I know insurance has many factors such as the area you live in, and even if that is true I feel as if I should call and mention that I've had no claims in my three years with them, no tickets on my record and always pay my 6 month premium at once, would this be a useless attempt at getting them to lower my premium or could this possibly help me? I just don't want to seem like a fool on the phone.""

What would my annual insurance be on a 2007 Honda Cbr 125?

I just turned 16, recieved my M1, Got a bike (125 cbr), going for my M2 in acouple days. Havent placed insurance on the bike yet. Im wondering what my annual cost will be with low coverage ect (lowest possible)""

How much does it cost to insure a 2003 hyundai accent 4 door?

Category 1 Cars To Insure? Also Insurance Tips?

Hi everyone. I am a 20 year old driver who is 21 in March. I have my test on the 17th Feb and I am hoping to pass, obviously! I would like to ask for a few tips to make driving as cheap as possible. I have been looking at category 1 cars for insurance prices. Like a Citroen C2 or a Corsa, and I would like to know, before I buy, if anyone knows any tips to keep my insurance down. I currently have my own small business, and I live in the Midlands, which may class as a high risk area.. But I would like to know, what is the cheapest cars to insure, and tips to keep the insurance as low as possible. Also, will it help that I will be a little bit older than the 17/18 year olds who start driving? I am a male also. Thanks for anyone who can help me out!""

Volvo S60 insurance for 20 year old new driver? UK?

I am looking to insure a Volvo s60, I'm a new driver and 20. I understand this car has a large engine at 2.5 litre diesel. However it is not deemed a racing car and it has many things positive - It's a very large and safe car (much safer than your Clio, Corsa or Saxo), It isn't a racer's dream, it's big in all ways - And is viewed as a family vehicle. It's robust, chunky and it's a car I would feel very safe in and it would be driven sensibly. Would they insure me and for how much? (UK answers please, thanks)""

How to Find Quickly Best Term Life Insurance Quote?

How much woul motorcycle insurance cost if.........?

45 years old, driving for 29 years have all other liscenses exept m, suzuki gs550""

Can i insure my UK car with ROI insurance?

Hi, I am looking to insure my UK registered car with ROI insurance. I travel to and from Ireland but spend the majority of my time in Ireland. I would like to know which ROI insurance companies will insure my UK registered car and if the insurance would be valid for driving in the UK, if so, for how long ?""

Can someone with a DWI that is 5 years old get non-owners insurance and legally drive someone's car?

Or better yet, if they get their own insurance in the state of NC male, 28, employeed part time get a insurance that is not at a high rate even with the DWI?""

Can I Drive without Insurance? I have a license and my car Is Insured under my parents name?

Okay so I really need your help.. well help from whoever has the correct Information.. So I'm 19 about to be 20 In May, I have my driver's License, and I have my own car that I got as a present for my 18th Birthday, but It's under my parents name, but anyways my question Is, Can I drive without Insurance? I mean My Car HAS Insurance just not for me. It's under my parents Name, and I mean I Need the car for school, It's not for anything more than that? what can I Do? I know I can get Insurance but It's like expensive for me that I Don't work, and I have to be making payments for my school every month, and I know I Should have a Job, But I'm a full-time student..so yeah you can Imagine.. so yes.. who can answer this?""

So what are the pros and cons of life insurance?

Cheap health insurance for college students?

I live in Orlando, FL and i'm a non-smoking college student. Does anyone know of any cheap health insurance or even health discount plans that I could get on just to cover the cost of my Bipolar disorder meds and possibly a couple of visits to the psychiatrist? Yearly physicals and examinations I can handle, but this psychiatrist that I see is $200.00 a visit PLUS the cost of all of the perscriptions he prescribes to me. HELP!""

Insurance on a 2010 Scion Tc?!?

Is there any way to estimate this?? What would be more for Insurance? A Scion TC or a Toyota Camry? I have never been in an accident before and It would be under my fathers name anyway, who has no accidents or violations""

Can my father get iterm insurance ?.?

My father's DOB is 2 May 1947. he is retired from Gov job. i want to have a insurance in name of him bcoz i have two sister dependent on him . so can i get or can he get iterm plan for 20 laks for 20 years.

Should I keep my insurance while lending my car?

I will be out of the country for 6 months and would like my friend to borrow my car. She is a licensed driver and stay at home mom. I called my insurance company and they said adding her to my policy would be no extra cost to me. However she told me that since she and her husband already own a car, it would just cost $20 for them to add the car to their insurance policy and I could just cancel my policy while I am out of country. But she is not on the title. So is she right? What should I do? Thanks!""

When you first get your drivers permit do you have to have car insurance to drive with adults?

When you first get your drivers permit do you have to have car insurance to drive with adults? Or are you automatically covered by theirs?

I have a 1987 Honda Elite. How many cc does it have? What is a cheap insurance co. to go thru.?

Vehicles with lowest insurance rates?

I live in Ontario Canada. I'm needing a car for work now. I have three tickets about two years ago; two running red light tickets and one for driving ten over the limit. I'm looking for a car that is good on gas and easier on the wallet for insurance. Thanks

How do college students pay for car insurance ?

I have always been curious since it cost so much.

Why is car insurance so expensive??? Help!!!?

Can anyone help me find cheap car insurance? I'm 17, I live in texas, I own my car.""

How many people committed life insurance fraud on 911?

Where is the cheapest place to get motorcycle insurance?

I am 21 have a clean driving record and have a motorcycle permit. I got a quote of $30 a month that's with comprehensive with a deductible of $100. Is this probably as cheap as I can get?

What is the diffrence between an 2007 Mustang and a 2007 Mustang Premium?

Another question is how much will insurance cost for a 16 year old with a license and driving certificate

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How much does your insurance go up after you have caused an accident?

I was in a car accident on Jan. 16th (yes, my fault!) and my car was totalled. I am buying a new car and need to know by about how much my insurance will go up. It was $270 a month (full coverage) before. I am 19, by the way. The car I am (hopefully!) buying is a 2000 Ford Mustang.""

What should i do about car insurance?

In my last question i mentioned that i am no longer insured. I do not have a car, so i cannot just go out and buy car insurance. so they said i need to be covered under one of my parents policy or something... My mom refuses to do it, Because i missed one month payment while i was on hers before.. And i have no one else who wants to... Is there a no car insurance that i can get that covers me regardless of what i drive, so im not uninsured. I cant drive without insurance.""

How do i find out the laws of car insurance policies in the state of RI?

If my insurance company in ri has totaled my car can my sales tax be refunded

Why are liberals comparing health insurance with car insurance?

When has the government forced people to drive or buy cars? The best way to avoid car insurance is by not owning a car, but with Obamacare if I refuse his wonderful medical care I get fined. I don't understand liberals, first they complain about the big bad pharmaceutical companies, but now they are cheering a law that forces people to buy insurance from those same companies. What if the companies can't afford to give everyones insurance? will Obama bail the out with borrowed money...again?""

I have a WA state license and got a speeding ticket in NY state -- will my insurance rates go up?

The officer who issued the ticket in NY said that it was a 3 point violation (14 mph over the speed limit). But WA state does not have a points system. Will my insurance premiums go up? I have a bare bones Geico policy.

Health insurance and pregnancy?

Could someone help me with finding an AFFORDABLE HEALTH INSURANCE which would include all maternity benefits [cover labor delivery, visits...] What is your experience with insurance companies at this point? Thank you very much. Michaela""

Car insurance help in NC?

If your insurance is canceled will I have to pay to get the tag legal again,if so how much.Thanks in advance :)""

How I get discount on car insurance?

I am from Liverpool and wanted to have good discounts on Car Insurance.. Can someone please suggest.

What kind of car insurance can i obtain?

I am 20 years old and i live in California. I have a driver's license but no car. I have heard that there is a type of insurance policy that can cover any car that I drive that is not of my own. Does anyone know which policy that is and from which agency is it from. Also if its an expensive one.

Can I buy a used car without insurance?

I'm only 18 and I got accepted for a car loan. It's about $200 a month but I can afford the car insurance rate now. I'm buying the car from a dealership. Can I buy the car then drive it home and let it sit till I get insurance? Or can they deliver the car? If I drive it home rate away wouldn't it be like a test drive for the used car?

Auto Insurance Company?

How long dose it take for your insurance company to paid lost wages. Do they paid lost wages once a month or every two weeks,also in the state of michigan how much can you receive for lost wages.""

What kind of license do you need to sell auto insurance?

Financing a new car and with no insurance?

could I finance a new car then have it sit in my drive way with no plates or registration to avoid paying for insurance ontill I pay the car off

Motorcycle Insurance?

Ive been trying to find online quotes but am unable to (don't know why, but they cant give me a quote online). Anyways I was just wondering what insurance company would you recommend for motorcycle insurance? I want to buy a bike, I don't have my M1 (because I don't want to take the test before getting the bike), and obviously I've never taken the motorcycle course. Yea I know it would be hard to get a quote given that I have zero riding experience or licensing but cmon do you really expect me to get my license only to have it expire in 90 days without even having a bike yet? Anyways when you started out what kind of insurance were you paying and with who? Also is 600cc pushing it? will that screw me over for insurance? I was looking into getting a honda 600. Thanks!""

Cheap basic health insurance for 21 year old?

I am currently with National Health paying $408 a month for I don't know what. I've been on this insurance by my parents since before I was 18 and I just can't afford it, plus it doesn't cover me for things I need most! I have tried filling out applications but since I was not responsible for my medical records before, I have no access to dates, doctors names prescriptions names, etc. to fill out the forms. I am looking for coverage that would include generic prescriptions & annual exams. Since I don't have access of my previous medical history, I'm looking to see if there is anyone that can help me with insurance WITHOUT that information from me. I'm not sure if this is true but I've heard that some people can just pull your medical records and and see what you qualify for, so if you or anyone knows anything about this I would really appreciate your input.""

Insurance for motorcycle rates.?

Since others said there are to many variables i'll list out as many as I can that they stated . Kawasaki Ninja 300r 2013 will be parked in a small garage, I will be getting a BCR licence to go with it, and I live in Zion, Illinois. The use of the motorcycle will be to get me from home to school which is only a mile and to get me to a job that is within 10 miles. I'll be 16 when I buy it and I don't plan on doing any sport racing or stunts so whats a rough estimate, once again without the referral of a website quote.""

If i am a truck driver will my car insurance be cheap?

i am thinking of becoming a truck driver but the problem is i will be in my truck 5 days a week the only time i will drive my car is on the weekends so will my car insurance be cheaper because i use my car on weekends only and i work for a truck company?

Car insurance wrong information coverage upon car purchase..?

i bought a new truck, i am a first time car buyer and got the independent insurance agent the dealer had.... the agent told me that he was informed by the insurance agent that i will have a one (1) year coverage for the auto insurance as well as the amount of my monthly premium.. when i got the policy i was shocked to find out i only got six months coverage for the insurance and my monthly premium increased... they got PROGRESSIVE as the insurance company. i have already paid the required first six months (according to the agent) insurance premium and have to pay monthly for the remaining 6 months... which is not the case when i got my policy... is there a way how to handle, change this car insurance that i got? if not how could i send any complain to certain authorities/agencies for this kind of activities? any help is appreciated""

Is a moped or motorcycle better for a college student?

I am currently a junior in college and contemplating whether to get a moped or motorcycle. I know a few pros to both. They both have high fuel economy and don't emit dangerous gases like cars do. They don't cost most insurance wise. The cons is that a moped can't go on interstates and a motorcycle is pricier and mechanics for motorcycles are pricey as well. Luckily, I can get to school and work with and without the interstate if I wanted to. Thing is that I don't want to spend over a thousand dollars on a motorcycle and deal with the maintenance. So which is better price wise? Is a moped or motorcycle more beneficial?""

Any affordable health insurance?

i am trying to look for health insurance right now and im trying to look for one thats good any suggestions?

I am trying to get a 2006 Dodge Charger R/T. I am worried that insurance will be to high?

I am worried that insurance will be too high. I am 16 years old and my Dad is paying for it. What is the average insurance that someone pays. Do you tihnk insurance on this charger will be a lot?

How much will car insurance be for me?

Im 18 and in college with a gpa of 3.5 or so. And i am driving a honda s2000 convertible. I live with my parents and have a clean record for everything. And i also took drivers ed

Good student discount for car insurance?

so...i just completed my first year of college, and quite frankly i finished up poorly. my GPA is like a little over 2.4-2.5 and my dad is asking if i'll be able to send my transcript to the insurance (my dad is unaware of my grades). no chance of getting some discount or any at all??...i've kept my grades from my dad for quite some time, and now this is totally gonna blow my cover. i'm screwed aren't i? i'm a full time student and the insurance company is american family. so i guess my question is, do they discount % based on intervals of GPA, or is there just a minimum requirement and it's either you get a discount or not?""

I have a 19 y\r girl who needs insurance (hasnt found job as no ones hiring here). Not in school. i need names?

We moved to Al to a smallnd no ones hiring and she isnt in college because we cant afford it. So turning 19 means shes no longer under hubbys ins. So we need affordable monthly payments for her to be able to go to dr, hospital etc...without us paying a LOT a month. I would like some insurance company names to check them out""

Do all car insurance companies need a deposit?

Im getting a car this weekend, i havent passed my driving test yet and im 18. But all the insurance quotes i have looked at need a deposit, can i get one that doesnt need a deposit, because at the moment i cant afford that one of payment for the deposit. HELP PLEASE!!!""

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If i have insurance on my driver s license do i have to have insurance on my car in Maine?

I am now told that it is mandatory for me to have insurance ON my license... does that mean I need it on my car as well?? I could use all the help I can get on this. THANK YOU!

Geico Car Insurance Refund.?

My uncle purchase a car insurance on April 13th, 2010. Now he does not want to keep his car or his insurance anymore, can we get a full refund for two payments of Geico?""

How much is the insurance for having an average motorcycle?

I'm 19 years old and living in Santa Monica, CA. I have driver's license and sometimes I drive my parents' car but i don't have an insurance and car yet. I just want to know how much it will be payed for a year for like Harley Davidson or something.""

What is the best life insurance company in the the USA?

what is the best life insurance company in the USA?

Car insurance in the uk?

in the uk do you have to pay for car insurance if your car is on the driveway or off road

How do i get affordable health insurance in new york?

I make 40k a year but i live in nyc so i cant afford a standard plan. Just need for myself 37 yr old male Thanks

Car accident now what? insurance question?

I was in my first major car accident, my car was totaled. I was waiting at the light to make a left turn, the green arrow came on and i went and some one coming from the opposite side of the lane in the opposite way ran a red light and hit me, he claims on the report he doesn't know how the accident happened. I just wanted to know what do you think will happen? A witness was talking to the cops but his information is not on my police report. It has to go through his insurance what are the odds that they will know that he was in the wrong and not me??""

Where can I get low cost life insurance for my parents?

My parents are getting older now and I was wondering where was a good reliable place I can obtain low cost life insurance for them in case something happens to take care of their bills and wishes? I've seen ads on TV and the internet, but I can't tell who is a reliable company and it would be great if they don't have to go through a medical exam. I'm not looking for a million dollar policy or to get rich, just something reasonable to help take care of their bills and stuff should the worst happen.""

How much will car insurance cost me? a 18 yr girl in PA no violations or accidents on my record?

How much will car insurance cost me (est.) ? a 18 y/o girl in PA no violations or accidents on my record

Car insurance question?

I am 16 years old and I will be getting my liscence soon. I am really excited to be able to drive and not to the bus to clas anymore and be able to meet my friends whenever but my parents are making me pay car insurance on my own and they will get me a car. Probably a toyota or something like that. How much will it cost I do have a good amount already saved up but i would like to get an idea of how much it will cost me thanks

""Learner drivers, what litre is your car and how much do you pay insurance?""

Learner drivers, what litre is your car and how much do you pay insurance?""

Is there a health insurance in PA that covers pre-existing conditions?

I just moved currently, from where my previous employer covered my insurance, now that I have moved, I need a insurance policy that covers immediately as I'm trying to figure out what is wrong. Please help.""

Will a bike licence bring down car insurance?

Ok, so I'm 18 and am looking to learn to drive. I know that insuring a car is going to cost a bomb anyway, but will the fact I have passed a full motorcycle test (A2) help to bring my insurance down? Or will the fact I will have access to two vehicles (car and motorbike) increase my insurance? By the time I pass my car test I would have had my A2 licence for a year and have 3years no claims discount. Also I am looking at getting a 1.1 Citroen Saxo. Will a two door be more expensive than the four door to insure or doesn't it make much difference?? Thanks.""

Car insurance?

i live in northern ireland , just got a really good quote for car insurance from a company called endsleigh, i have never heard of them does anyone know if this is a good reliable company""

How much to lease a car (WITH insurance)?

How much is it to lease an economic car (in Canada please), with insurance calculated into the mix? I am willing to pay 4-500 altogether, is this enough? Practical examples from people who lease their car, with how much they pay, etc, would be most helpful. (I am a recent graduate at the verge of starting an entry-level position). I am looking into VW golf and honda civic (hatchback).""

Will my insurance go up if my son gets his license?

Will my insurance go up if my 16 year old son gets his license? He wants to get his license this week but he's not going to start driving alone until June. Will my insurance go up right when he gets his license or only when he starts driving alone in June?

What is a good insurance I could get for my mom? She's bipolar and schizophrenic.

Medicines are at ridiculous prices for mental illness... we're paying over 1,500 a month in medications. Is there anything that could help? Aside from medical(might get denied). We live in california.""

GAP insurance vs Full Coverage?

Im getting ready to buy my first car. I live in Indiana. I am being told getting GAP insurance is suggested, but from what they say. I don't see a difference in GAP and Full Coverage. So What is the difference between GAP insurance and Full Coverage. In Indiana, and what is recommended to do or get""

How much is insurance for a honda rebel on a 15 in a half year old boy in missouri?

How would I go about trying to lower my car insurance?

I know after so many years of having car insurance, paying it on time, and having no accidents, that your car insurance is lowered every so often. When I first received car insurance, I did it online, received a quote and payed it. I've been paying that amount ever since. How would I go about trying to get it lowered or at least seeing if I can lower it? I'm with Allstate. Thanks!""

How much can I expect from an insurance settlement for a minor injury/no fault car accident- car was totaled?

How do i find my previous car insurance providers?

all the different car insurances details how can i track them?

WHAT COMPANY PROVIDE THE MOST AFFORDABLE CAR INSURANCE?

IM PAYING ABOUT 350 EVERY 6 MONTH I WAS WONDERING IF THERE MIGHT BE MORE AFFORDABLE CAR INSURANCE OUT THERE.

Student auto insurance?

I'm currently a college student and would like to purchase my own auto insurance in Ohio (and no longer be included on my parents insurance). Does anyone have any tips on how/where to get good, affordable auto insurance? Are there any companies that you would recommend? Or ones that offer student/good student discounts? Thanks!""

Do you think insurance policies are a waste of money?

i dont mean the ones we all have to have like motor and house insurance. I mean, small insurances for electical goods etc""

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