#BUT IT WASNT MY FAULT like. i was turning right i signalled i slowed down. and i got rear ended. like. screams

[legobatjoker]

ARE YOU OKAY

YES YEAH IM FINE it was very ironic tho bcuz. it was my first time driving w my mom and it was to prove to her that im a safe driver .:)/(-(<]>\>|%|%

[geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde]

A Melody (Ch 4/?)

“A Melody” is the sequel to this one-shot, you should read it first.

Previous chapter

Summary: After saving Eskel from certain death, Jaskier travels alongside the witcher to Kaer Morhen.

Warning: canon typical violence, blood, vampire drinking blood, injuries

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Eskel grunted at the impact of his blade meeting the creature’s claws. Katakans were strong and fast and vicious and Eskel knew he wouldn’t come out of this fight unscathed.  Eskel pushed forward, one hand around the hilt of the sword, the other resting on the flat of the blade, sending the katakan stumbling backwards with a hiss. Eskel wasted no time, taking the opportunity to send a blast of aard toward the vampire, blowing it back a few more paces, giving Eskel time to ready himself for the rest of the fight.

The katakan stood back up and disappeared from view, fucking vampires. Eskel slowed and zeroed in on his hearing, listening for the katakan’s movements so that he could cast yrden, rendering the vampire visible again. A rustling sound to his left made him jump into action, casting yrden. The katakan growled as it came back into view, rushing at Eskel.

Dodging to the side just in time, Eskel was able to slice the katakan’s arms with his silver sword. The katakan whirled around, far quicker than Eskel could move, one of it’s claws slashing Eskel’s side. He let out a low groan and backed away, watching the katakan lick his blood off of its claw. Black blood sure would be handy right about now, he thought to himself.

“Eskel, catch!”

The witcher spun around just in time to grab hold of a small bottle flying through the air, black blood. The bard was more clever than Eskel had anticipated. Spinning back around to face the katakan stalking forward, Eskel shot a blast of igni at the monster, making it screech. While the katakan was distracted Eskel downed the bottle of black blood, throwing the now empty vial to the side.

Stalking toward the katakan, Eskel snarled, holding his blade at the ready. The katakan lunged forward, hissing, and managed to dig its claws into Eskel’s arm as the witcher slashed it again with his sword. Eskel retreated, watching the katakan lift it’s claws to it’s mouth, tasting Eskel’s blood.

Eskel smiled sharply as the katakan made a gagging noise, Eskel’s blood now poisoned thanks to the potion. The katakan screeched at Eskel, making him laugh, “Doesn’t taste good, does it?”

Screeching again, the katakan surged forward but this time, Eskel was ready. He dodged to the left just before the katakan could grab him with its outstretched claws and cast aard, hitting the katakan in the side, unbalancing it and knocking it to the ground. The witcher was over it in only a second, stabbing through the neck.

Kneeling down over the vampire, Eskel severed the head before looking back to Jaskier, signaling it was once again safe.

As Jaskier crept closer, Eskel remained hunched over the monster, breathing hard, “Are you okay?” Jaskier asked softly.

“I will be.”

Jaskier frowned at Eskel’s answer, “Do you need anything?”

Eskel groaned softly, sitting up, “Just to get this bastard’s claws out of my gut without losing anything important.”

Jaskier’s eyes grew wide as he finally saw the wound in Eskel’s stomach, the katakan’s claws still in it. He circled the vampire and dropped to his knees at Eskel’s side, “Can I-”.

“Don’t touch anything,” Eskel cut off Jaskier sharply, “my blood is still poisoned from the potion, best not to get any of it on you.”

Jaskier nodded, swallowing harshly, eyes still glued to the wound, “Okay. What can I do?”

“Grab my potions. I’ll take white honey to get rid of the poison and then swallow to help close this up.”

Hurrying back over to Eskel’s potion bag, Jaskier quickly rifled through the contents, finding the two bottles, and rushed back to Eskel’s side, kneeling again, carefully avoiding any blood spilt on the ground.

Eskel drank the bottle of white honey, waiting a few seconds as the effects took hold, and the drank the bottle of swallow, finally pulling the katakan’s claws from his gut with a wince. Eskel stood up, clutching at his wound, and swaying slightly, making Jaskier reach out to steady him.

Eskel dodged the bards outstretched hands, “The blood on me is still toxic. Let me get these clothes off and rinse off the wound and then you can check on me.”

Jaskier nodded, following close behind Eskel.

The two are quiet as Eskel slips off his clothes and starts wiping the drying blood off of him. Jaskier fidgets on the log he’s sat himself upon, itching to be useful, to help clean and bandage the witcher in front of him.

Finally, Eskel turns back to Jaskier, wearing just his small clothes, “Help bandage up my stomach?”

Jaskier shoots from his seat, urging Eskel to instead sit. Following the bard’s lead, Eskel sits down on his bed roll, allowing Jaskier to kneel on it next to him.

Jaskier is quiet while he works, his fingers deft as they wrap bandages, his eyes focused, his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips as be concentrates. Tying off the bandages, Jaskier presses a soft hand to Eskel’s side, “All done.”

Eskel looks up, his eyes meeting Jaskier’s, “Thank you, for everything. That was quick thinking, throwing me the black blood.”

Jaskier blushed, “Geralt always says it’s best to go into a vampire fight tasting as disgusting as possible.”

Eskel snorted a laugh, grimacing and clutching his still healing gut through the bandage.

“I’m sorry I distracted you.” Jaskier finally said quietly, his eyes were focused over Eskel’s shoulder and his jaw was tense.

Eskel cupped Jaskier’s cheek, drawing Jaskier’s gaze back to his, “It wasn’t your fault. I let myself get distracted. Thought we were safe. It was just an accident.” Eskel’s eyes flickered down to look at Jaskier’s lips before he made eye contact again, “It’s probably best we don’t get quite so distracted again until we’re somewhere with a door, though. If you do want to… get distracted again.”

Jaskier nodded fervently, “I think getting distracted sounds like a good time. But… it does sound better behind a locked door.”

“Well then, it’s settled. We’ll have to find a room with a door.”

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[krabmeat]

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎?

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: c!Quackity, c!Techno, c!Tommy, c!Tubbo, c!Schlatt 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: violence, fighting, threats, weapons, panic attack, manipulation, yelling

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:

another lore fic for my dsmp persona, this wasnt a request just something i wanted to post! enjoy! :]

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CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The molten and glowing netherite dented into the ideal shape that Krabs had in mind. Currently she was in her smithy at home working on a dozen netherite tipped arrows. She hadn’t tried making arrows before but when Techno asked her for a commission for it, how hard could it be, right? By the looks of it, it seems to be turning out well. She managed to make a strong, dense metal fit the characteristic requirements of an arrow that should be light and steady.

On about her 5th one, 4 steady knocks come from her door. 

‘I’m not expecting anyone today…?’

The same knocks rumble from the spruce wood. Krabs puts down her welding tools and goes to put on her worn and ripped navy trench coat. 

“Yeah, hold up! I’ll be there real quick!”

Grabbing Axe My Beloved and heading for the door, she places her weapon next to the door out of view in case she needs to use it at all. Opening the door, she realizes she needs her weapon in her hands once she sees the man on the other side.

“Ah, Krabs! Just the lady I wanted to see!”

Krabs furrows her brow and gets in a defensive position, grabbing Axe My Beloved and holding it in front of her.

“Why are you here? How the hell did you get past the forest and what do you want?”

Her words are like venom, the hostility practically oozing out of her body. Quackity takes a casual step back and holds his hands up in surrender.

“Relax, relax! I’m not here to hurt you, maybe- just here to discuss some…business.”

He can see the confusion on Krabs’ face along with how dumb she thinks he’s being. Deciding to humor his request, she pretends to think about what he said and acts like she’s taking it into consideration before dropping her expressions that made Quackity hopeful.

“I don’t think you see how much of a contradicting dumba$$ you sound like right now. We have nothing to discuss so get off my property, you’ll lower the property value.”

She walks away and waits for the door to slam shut after swinging it closed, but it never happens. Instead the door is met with Quackity’s foot as he opens it and lets himself in without warning. Krabs turns around and he’s already right behind her.

“What the- QUACKITY WHAT THE F*CK?! GET OUT!”

Krabs swings her axe at Quackity, making them easily dodgeable as to not hurt him but more so to scare him away. 

“Well you let other people talk to you about what’s on their mind! Cmonnn, how is this any different?”

“Man, I have no clue! It couldn’t possibly be because you always want me dead whenever I see you! You tell me Quackity, why is it any different?” Krabs says.

He then gets a small smirk grazed across his lips. He knows that she’s being sarcastic, but pretends to play dumb.

“I have no idea what you're talking about! You're really just gonna ignore someone who needs to talk to you? Wow...I thought you were better than this.”

Krabs stops and rolls her eyes, sighing as she walks to a door expecting Quackity to keep up, which he does.

“Leave all your weapons outside the room. I’m keeping mine next to my chair because I still don’t trust you but other than that I won’t have any weapons either. This is the best you’ll get from me.”

The room contains 2 small navy couches across from each other, 3 black leather stools along the wall and a small coffee table between the 2 couches. A big window with open, white shutters is on the right wall and the rest of the walls are a plain grey tone. Sure enough, Krabs grabs a stool and sits down after leaning Axe My Beloved against it while instructing Quackity to sit wherever he wants after he places his weapons outside the door. They are both seated when Krabs nods at Quackity, signaling him to start speaking.

“Well it looks like you’ve got a nice place here! I have to say, I saw some of the weapons you’ve made in your workshop and your work is amazing!”

He’s seated on the couch, looking around at the small room and taking it all in. He can sense the uneasiness from Krabs and it makes him smile.

“Yeah...I was working on a new commission before you came knocking at my door. Some netherite tipped arrows for Techno.”

Krabs starts fidgeting with her hands, scratching her thumb against her index finger. She’s reluctant to make eye contact with the scarred man in front of her. She knows he’s staring her down and it makes her wanna shrink down into her seat, but she won’t. Looking vulnerable isn't exactly up her alley, so she takes on a more casual look but still avoids eye contact.

“Hm...look, we’re both busy people so I’ll cut to the chase. I’m sure you've heard of the new country I’m starting up, Las Nevadas. Everything’s built, there’s a bunch of casinos and it’ll be one of the most economically prosperous places you’ll ever see. I’m asking you to join my country Krabs. Join me.”

“Um...excuse me, what? Out of all people, you’re asking me to join your country? Man, how desperate are you? Of course I’m not joining! Let alone a country led by you, Quackity.”

Quackity tilts his head to the side in amusement as if he was expecting this response. Which he was. He’s not surprised that she reacted that way. I mean, one of your worst enemies who’s always out for your throat asking to stand side by side with you? That’s practically asking to be labeled as suspicious!

“You’re still holding onto the past, I see. Krabs, you need to stop looking back. L’manburg is f*cking gone and there’s nothing we can do about it. I don’t care anymore that you helped blow it up because I moved on. You should too.”

Krabs lets out a long, aggravated sigh and tightly clenches her hands together to relieve pressure.

“Maybe if you would take the f*cking time to listen for once, our sh*t could have been resolved a long time ago! I tried telling you why I had to help build the detonator but YOU decided to not let me speak and instead shoved me to the damn ground and made stupid false accusations. Why the hell do you think Tommy isn’t mad at me for helping? Or Tubbo? Because they had the common sense to let me EXPLAIN, QUACKITY! Our issues with each other are all on you, so quit trying to shove it all down my throat. Either way, I’m not gonna join you. I’m not Techno, Quackity. I don’t team with my enemies, you’ll just stab me in the back later.”

“Your ‘reasoning’ for why you helped is for another chat. It’s funny how you bring up Technoblade, though. You guys seem to work with each other a lot, right? I mean, he trusts you enough to let you live in the same area as him! But...what else is there to you?”

“Hm, well as you know I’m a welder, builder, blacksmith, redstone intelligent, pretty good at PVP and the general therapist of the Dream SMP. I also have my fair share in historical events, so there’s quite a bit to me actually.”

A long sigh and a slow head shake of disapproval comes from Quackity. 

“And yet, you’re still as significant as a grain of sand.”

Krabs doesn’t get offended or angry, but rather curious and suspicious. Her eyes squint at him, tilting her head slightly to the side waiting for him to continue.

“Krabs, what word have you built for yourself? What title? ‘The Laborer’? ‘The Therapist’? You block out everyone from yourself, you’ve made yourself dull and boring. You have nothing to hide if you join me, Krabs. You’ll be someone!”

“Did you just completely ignore everything I just said?”

She finally looks up at Quackity, squinting at him. Accepting his request to chat is something she regrets now.

“I’m not ignoring anything, I’m telling you the cold hard truth. All of the sh*t you’ve been a part of was never you. All you are is an asset to peoples victory, and since you jump around so much your help isn’t as respected anymore as it used to be! You’re just Technoblades assistant. You’re just Tommy’s assistant. You’re just your ‘fathers’ assistant. And sooner or later they’ll realize your worth and drop you. They’re going to leave you, Krabs.”

The last phrase sends chills of anxiety and paranoia down Krabs’ spine. Was that really true? I mean, she had always known that she was less than her friends but pushing those kinds of thoughts away were a normally practiced thing for her. Her vicious shaking proved why she always tried to shove away the thought. Tears threatened to dump from her eyes as she downcasted her gaze to try and hide her sorrow, her breaths shallow and shaky. 

“Shut the f*ck up…”

Quackity is a bit taken aback by her current state, but quickly tries to recover and recoil with an answer.

“It’s not my fault you’re too much of a p*ssy to-“

“I SAID SHUT THE F*CK UP! SO F*CKING HELP ME QUACKITY IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SLICE YOUR TORSO IN HALF-“

Krabs’ yells, sobs, and threats choke to a stop as her neck is held at knife point with her axe kicked away from her reach by Quackity.

“Try to kill me and I’ll slit your throat right here with your own f*cking finger, Krabs.”

Both of them know what he means by that. He snuck in the knife he made after chopping one of Krabs’ iron fingers a while ago. She welded a new one back, but he got it made into a pocket knife just to spite her. And now here she is, being threatened with her own material. Her head is tilted upwards exposing her neck more but not wanting the knife to be in more contact with her skin. It feels like time stands still for a couple of seconds. With Krabs trying to fully process the situation while also trying to not look as weak and shattered as she does, and Quackity feeling both prideful yet slightly shocked that he has one of his longtime enemies finally backed up into a corner. Tears are running down Krabs’ cheeks but she can't wipe them away in fear of the blade being pushed further into her skin. But the silence gives her time to calm down and recoil.

“So, you're gonna take a life? Go ahead. Attack when your opponent is at their weakest, like always. Pathetic. Killing me wouldn't do anything, it would be a dishonorable kill and you would lose a precious member of Las Nevadas.”

His thoughts linger on the first part of what she said, when he realizes the last part. The knife hesitates and releases pressure from Krabs’ skin, giving her the chance to slowly back away from the knife. Once she's leaned back into the stool enough, Krabs dives for her axe but Quackity reacts before she can get to it and slams her stomach into the wall harshly with his shoulder. He crouches down in front of her aching body as she hisses in pain, cradling her stomach with her right arm.

“This is a dangerous f*cking game you're playing here, Krabs. Repeat that last thing you said.”

But no words come out of her mouth. They're all stuck in her mind. Her eyes are squeezed shut and hard breaths are escaping her nose. The words in her mind are ping-ponging all over the place and it feels like everything is both in and out of her grasp. Both her thoughts and her body are shaking- she's having a panic attack. An event that Quackity is all too familiar with from his Manburg days. The way Schlatt was like during their partnership in running Manburg, the abuse was both mental and physical so panic attacks aren't a foreign thing for Quackity. After he realizes this, he waits. Obviously he's not the person to help Krabs with this, and he doesn't think she would want help from him after what he did, so he lets her calm down on her own before engaging in a preferably more calm conversation.

“Are you able to listen to me now?”

A genuine question, no sarcasm, annoyance or malice laced in between. Krabs nods her head while keeping her gaze on the spruce floor in front of her. Quackity takes on a less menacing tone and instead speaks casually to not bring attention to Krabs’ current state, as well as to make things easier and less tense.

“Look, I heard you say something that hinted you were joining me. Were you telling the truth?”

Krabs takes a deep breath. Her voice is quiet and raspy, but she manages to mumble out a response.

“Admittedly, I said that to throw you off guard…”

Quackity chuckles quietly. Of course she would do that, how did he not realize? Still though, he's gotta admit it was pretty clever. 

“You’re really hard to convince, aren't you?”

“Considering I'm your enemy, of course I'm gonna be difficult.”

“Well, then how about we make a bet for it then? It is a casino dependent nation, after all.”

Krabs looks up at Quackity, her eyes bloodshot but still wanting to know more of this bet Quackity has in mind. Her right eyebrow raises in wonder.

“We duel. If I win, you join me in Las Nevadas and capitalize off of the plot of land I'll be giving you. As well as pledging loyalty to the nation, following our laws, etc etc.”

“And if I win?”

“Straight to the point I see! If you win...not only will you not have to join Las Nevadas, you will also have immediate connections to me- the owner of the nation- if you ever get into any sh*t and you won’t need to owe anything in return, and I'll also keep the little episode you just had completely under wraps. Deal?”

Quackity holds out his hand to Krabs, waiting for her to seal the deal. She stares at his hand, thinking about the offer.

‘Seems fair enough…wouldn't want news spilling out anyways.’

“Hm, deal. When is this duel of yours taking place, and where? What are the rules?”

She shakes his hand then lets go, listening closely.

“It'll be in The Needle in Las Nevadas in about an hour or so. Bring as many weapons or materials as you wish, but no armor to make things more interesting. The first one to put down their weapon and surrender loses the bet,”

He gets up from his crouched position and heads for the door. 

“See ya in about an hour, Krabs. Start preparing! I know I will.

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Krabs looks down at the small piece of paper with the coordinates sloppily written on it. Quackity had placed it on her workbench before leaving, so she followed it after packing everything she thought she needed. A huge red and white sign stood proudly next to the concrete walkway.

Las Nevadas

read the sign. This was the place, she knew it. Not only from the obnoxiously bright sign, but also because of the golden winged man sitting just below the sign. Krabs whistles at Quackity, causing him to spot her walking towards him.

“Alright then, let's make this quick. Follow me, we're going to The Needle.”

To say the country was impressive was an understatement. Casinos, food joints, gathering places scattered all across the roads. The sun started to slowly set about a minute ago, making everything a beautiful golden orange hue. Krabs keeps her comments to herself, but looks around in wonder. She hadn't seen such a beautiful place ever since before the detonation of L’manburg. Krabs didn't say anything, but Quackity could see the look of amazement on her face and felt his ego boost a bit.

“Yknow, we don't even have to fight if you already like it here-!”

“Now who said anything about that?”

The elevator dings, and the two exit the small glass room into the highest and most spacious level of The Needle. The view is like nothing Krabs has ever seen before. The sky started taking on a darker hue, meaning that lights were being turned on throughout the country. And man, what a sight it was. 

“So, are you ready?”

She snaps out of her trance, only to be met with Quackity standing in a fighting position on the other side of the room, sword in hand with potion effects floating around him. Krabs nods and proceeds to take out Axe My Beloved and eats a gapple. 

And with that, the duel starts. Quackity is first to react, lunging at Krabs and slicing his sword at her. A swift move to the left and she evaded the attack and hacks her axe into Quackity’s torso. Dislodging it, blood drips from her weapon, yet he hasn't dropped. Instead, his skin has woven back together leaving not a scar behind, only a tear in his shirt. Time feels slow but is moving fast when their weapons strike each other, they both reposition their weapons to a flatter angle to try and shove the other away. 5 distinct seconds are gone, Quackity takes a potion from his inventory and quickly down the bottle, smashing the empty glass to the side while overpowering Krabs with one hand on his sword. 

‘Regeneration and strength potions…’

Quackity managed to push her to the ground on her back, his sword striking against her axe she's using to block. His strength potion hasn't worn out yet so his sword is getting closer and closer to Krabs’ neck before she swipes her foot at his legs, making him fall over but getting a light cut on her arm.

Both of them are breathing heavily. Quackity’s regeneration potion has worn off but his strength potion hasn't. It's become clear to Krabs that he's relying on potions to win, which is perfect for what she's been saving. Clang after clang from blocked attacks, they've been going at each other for a good 10 minutes now when suddenly Quackity disappears after downing another bottle.

‘That f-cker had an invisibility potion!!’

His steps are quiet and he's making no noise, making things almost impossible to locate him. Krabs orbits around the center of the room, being cautious of any noise she hears or any potion effects she spots. Her eyes catch the familiar colorful potion effects rushing for her, she takes out a splash potion bottle filled with milk and smashes it in the general area of the potion effects. She wasn't sure if this experiment was gonna work, so she was surprised when all of the potion effects Quackity had wore off immediately, making him both visible and weaker. His sword gets a few inches stuck in Krabs’ metal arm that she had used to block herself with. It's wedged in enough that Krabs can yank the sword away from his grasp, dislodge the sword from her arm and throw it out the window. Glittering, clear shards scatter everywhere, and Quackity has been disarmed. The perfect opportunity open to her, Krabs rushes Quackity, holding her axe to his chest. The only thing behind him is the velvety sky, a cool breeze dancing through the few hairs exposed from under his beanie. 

“Well, this has been a good fight! But you should have been more precautious, after all-”

For what seems to be the millionth time, he downs a potion from his inventory and tosses the bottle out of the already shattered window.

“-I am a gambler!”

He leans back into the night sky. Krabs expected an immediate death until she saw him slowly float down from the top of the building, laughing in overwhelming pride and satisfaction- he got away.

“HAH! GOOD FIGHT KRABS, BUT I HAVE A COUNTRY TO RUN AND I CAN’T RUN IT IF I’M DEAD! THE OFFERS STILL OPEN THOUGH, HIT ME UP IF YOU WANT THAT PLOT OF LAND!”

Quackity’s feet softly hit the ground, picking up his sword and walking away from the building with his own little victory. Krabs scoffs as he walks away, but not in pure hatred or anger. More so amused. Maybe she would just take the plot of land. What could go wrong, right?

[johnnysnostril]

You’ve Always Been Mine

chapter 13

`nori

i instantly gasped and threw my hands up, as wonho hit the floor.

“what the hell are you doing?!” i yelled at jooheon.

i had never seen that look in his eyes before. it was almost as if he turned into someone else.

the music felt like it was coming from my chest and everything was moving in slow motion. i felt the bass in my heart, and my breathing became short- as jooheon had moved himself ontop of wonho, punching him in the face.

“oh my god- they’re fighting over a girl!” someone from the crowd shouted.

i didn’t know what to do. my feet were glued to the floor as people started to move and gather around the two boys. phones were now being pulled out, and videos were being recorded. wonnho was trying to block every punch that jooheon was throwing, but unfortunately- it wasn’t working.

all i could think to do, was run.

i started running back to the table, crying and shouting for misun. hyungwon was the first to notice me. he stood up immediately and reached out, grabbing my arm. “what happened?” he shouted. i fell into his embrace and wrapped my arms around him.

“w-wonho..” i mumbled into his chest. i was starting to have a panic attack.

misun quickly made her way over to me, pulling me away from hyungwon and cupped my cheeks.

“nori- it’s okay. breathe, honey.” she said calmly.

“what’s going on?” shownu questioned. hyungwon looked out towards the bar and shook his head. “those two idiots-“

the rest of the members raced over to the scene, with shownu following behind.

`jooheon

all i could see was black. i dont even remember what happened, or how this all started.

the next thing i felt, was being pulled up by my arms and thrown back against the bar. a few security guards surrounded the area and blocked it off- pushing everyone back. i blinked a few times, then saw wonho getting up from the floor, with a bloody nose and a busted lip.

my eyes widened at the scene.

did i really just do that?

shownu grabbed hold of my shirt and balled his fist up. “are you insane?” he snapped. “look what you’ve done.”

minhyuk was wiping the blood from wonho’s nose as i looked over at the rest of my members. they all had this disappointing look on their faces.

“where’s nori?” i said pushing him back.

everyone’s phones were out and shining with the flash. all i could see were people pointing and pushing their cameras closer to the scene.

shownu wasnt too fond on that gesture. the expression on his face was serious, and i thought there was going to be a round two.

“you better pray to god, that manager hyung gets to you before i do.”

with that, shownu turned his back to me and the rest of my members left- leaving me to stand in my shame.

`misun

leading nori out to the getaway car, i wrapped one arm around her waist as we walked. she had one hell of an emotional night. and if shownu didnt beat jooheon’s ass- then i was definitely going to do so.

her makeup was ruined from all the crying she was doing, and her dress was completely trashed with liquor stains.

i shook my head as i helped her into the car.

“misun!”

i turned around and shownu was running in my direction. it felt good to see his face. i wasnt even mad at him anymore. i ran to him and hugged him tightly.

“are you guys okay?” he said squeezing me.

i nodded and pulled back a little. “what’s going on? nori hasn’t talked yet.”

shownu sighed and shook his head. “i’ll tell you later. for now, i need you guys to go to a hotel. it’s not safe. everyone has seen you guys with us and im sure all this drama will catch wind, at any moment now.” he said rubbing my shoulders.

“what do you mean it’s not safe for us?” i said afraid.

“misun, just trust me okay?” shownu said firmly. he turned me around and pushed me into the car, handing me the seat belt to strap in.

he glanced over at nori.

“im so sorry, for all of this. i’ll meet up with you guys later.” shownu leaned in a gave me a quick kiss before shutting the door and giving the driver the address to the hotel.

as we pulled up, the driver got out and escorted us inside- as he was instructed to do. he checked us in, and lead us up to the room.

“just to insure your safety, there will be a bodyguard outside your door. if you ladies need anything, just knock twice and they will get whatever you need.” he said smiling warmly. he bowed then opened the door for us, revealing the suit.

i stopped for a moment, admiring the beauty of this place.

“wow- thank you.” i announced. nori went straight to the couch and cuddle up with the pillows.

he bowed once again, then took his leave- shutting the door behind him.

i folded my arms as i looked back at nori- feeling more sorry for my bestfriend than anything. i didnt even know how to confront her.

i tossed my shoes off, leaving them on the floor- then joined nori on the couch, laying down next to her.

“wanna talk about what happened?” i asked softly.

she gently shook her head, not saying a word.

“we’ll talk when you’re ready then. no rush- how about i start a bath for you and make you some tea? yeah?” i said patting her cheek.

nori surprisingly agreed and i hoped up quickly, running to the bathroom

`nori

i thanked misun for the bath and tea, then she made her way out- shutting the bathroom door behind her.

i stripped myself of my clothes and shoes, along with the makeup and threw my hair up in a messy bun.

stepping into the water, i grabbed the teacup from the counter and sunk right in. i sighed and closed my eyes, taking a sip from the cup then setting it down.

i couldn't believe tonight. this entire thing was all seulgi’s fault.

jooheon and i would have never fought at the studio, if she didnt show up. which would have meant that we would’ve been talking before the stupid award show- and he could’ve invited me instead of her.

i didnt understand his obsession with her.

all of a sudden, kihyun’s words replayed in my brain.

“we all knew.”

how could shownu have known about jooheon taking seulgi- and not tell me. i wanted to be upset with him, but i just couldn't. he basically saved us from being mobbed by crazy fans tonight.

i leaned my head back and looked up towards the ceiling.

i wonder how wonho’s doing.

`shownu

i sat in the waiting area of the emergency room, with my head leaned back against the wall. my phone had been blowing up all night. from the rest of the members calling about wonho, to my manager, then misun. it was non-stop.

i knew i was going to get in trouble for this. this was going to be everywhere and everyone was going to know about it.

i let out a frustrated sigh and ran my palms down my face.

shortly after, wonho came walking around the corner- all patched up. i stood to my feet and walked up to him.

“how bad is it?” i asked.

“not that bad, just a fracture.” he said shrugging.

“im glad you’re okay man. everyone’s worried about you.” i said giving him a quick handshake.

wonho shook his head and released a soft laugh.

“im fine. really- i just know we’re about to get in a lot of trouble.”

during the car ride back home, manager hyung called as said he was meeting us at the dorm. which wasnt good.

wonho and i hopped out and walked upstairs, opening the door to silence.

everyone was sitting on the couch, and our manager was standing right in the center of the living room.

he obviously wasnt happy with us.

“have a seat.” he said angrily.

wonho sat next to changkyun and just as i was about to sit- manager hyung stopped me.

“when i made you leader of this group, i expected you to take care of everyone on the team.” he said yelling.

i stood tall with my hands clasped behind my back- military style.

“this is your fault, shownu. you’re the oldest. this should have never happened in your presence.” he continued.

i bowed and agreed.

“i sincerely apologize- it was not my intentions to embarrass you or the company, sir.”

he shook his head in disbelief as i bowed once again. he signaled me to take a seat, and i did as i was told.

“everyone else is dismissed- shownu, wonho and jooheon- stay.”

the rest of the members filed off to their rooms and quickly shut the door.

“would anyone like to explain this?”

our manager pulled out his phone, revealing a picture of me kissing misun before she left- a picture of wonho and nori holding hands, and one of many, of jooheon and wonho’s fight.

“i thought i clearly told you that your plus one, was supposed to be in the entertainment business. i have NEVER seen these ladies before. explain yourselves.”

“the woman in my picture is actually a photographer for one of the companies you own, sir. her name is misun” i voiced.

“and you were kissing her, why?” he questioned harshly.

“we just started dating today. i didnt get a chance to tell you before the event.” i lied. it was the only way to save her from this mess.

manager hyung was quiet for a moment as he thought.

“you’ll be releasing an official statement tomorrow, so prepare for that. you better hope you dont lose any fans over this. now- wonho.” he said turning in his direction.

“her name is nori- she works at a coffee shop.” he said in an honest tone.

he shook his head and sighed.

“well, not anymore. you ruined that for her. do you understand why i’m so upset with you guys?” he questioned.

we all nodded.

“misun, she might be okay- but nori? she wont be able to go back to her normal life.”

we sat in silence as he tried to calm himself down a bit.

“shownu, why dont you take wonho to go check on your dates. see that they’re safe. i dont wanna see your faces until tomorrow.”

wonho and i got up at the same time and quickly left the dorm.

`jooheon

i rolled my eyes at wonho as he left with shownu. that was supposed to be me. how in the hell was wonho just snatching nori away from me like that.

the door closed and the room became silent, once again.

“you’re suspended from all activity until further notice.” my manager said angrily.

“what?!” i said jumping up from the couch. “how is that even possible, we’re getting ready to go on tour!” i shouted.

he lifted his brow and pointed down at the couch, signaling me to have a seat.

i sat back down, pushing the pillows off the couch.

“the rest of your band mates, are preparing for the tour. you, will not. you’ll be lucky if you ever perform on a stage again.” he said leaning forward.

“pictures from the event will be released tomorrow and im pretty sure some videos will be involved. i dont wanna hear a word from you, until this is all cleared up. once i find out more about what’s going to be released- i will handle everything with the lawyers. i dont need you on any social media. and i mean, NOTHING. you will not be allowed to leave the dorm without an escort and your exact location must be provided at all times. when im not around, im still there. my eyes and ears will be everywhere, so dont even THINK about pulling a fast one. do you understand?” he shouted.

i clenched my jaw together and snickered.

“yes, i understand.” i said looking off to the side.

turning on his heels, he left- slamming the door behind him.

[keenerparkerstark]

All I see is green (5/?)

All I see is green (4/?)

Ship: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker feels on top of the world! Getting good grades in high school, spending time with Tony Stark (!!!) on his weekends, and at night, he roams the city as the hero known as Spider-Man! Everything changes when a new student shows up at Midtown who seems determined to take it all away from him.

AO3 | FF.net

“Slow your roll, asshole, unless you want some extra holes in that body of yours.”

Harley put up his hands, immediately without turning around, and stopped walking, remembering what Tony had told him about the dangers of walking around on your own in New York. He couldn’t help but glance down at the, most likely, ridiculously expensive jacket he was wearing, which Tony had insisted on buying him. Combine this with his lithe, youthful appearance, and you basically had a bright neon sign over his head that says: ‘Rob me, please!’

“I don’t want any trouble,” he states for good measure, and turns his head slightly to try and catch a glimpse of what his attacker is doing. He barely caught sight of a figure with a hoodie drawn over his cap, casting an impenetrable shadow over his face, with a black-clad arm reaching out to the back of Harley’s head, when he felt a harsh cold pressure to the back of his head, and flinched away when he realised that it was the barrel of a handgun.

“No funny games,” the figure behind him grunted. “Just slowly reach down, take out your wallet and phone and hand them to me. Don’t even think about turning around, screaming, fighting or running away, because I will put a bullet in your brain before you can finish the thought.” Harley shivered, a lump in his throat making it difficult to breath. His hand trembled as it reached into his jacket pocket, and took out his phone, reaching back to hold it out for the figure to take. It was yanked out of his hands without warning.

“Your wallet,” the voice pressed urgently behind him, “and hand over your watch too.” His watch… Harley’s heart skipped a beat as he was reminded of the elaborate smart watch that sat on his wrist, equipped with all kinds of applications and gadgets, and a panic button that sends a distress signal straight to Tony. Of course!

“M-my wallet is in my backpack,” Harley stuttered out, raising his hands up again. “Let me take off my watch.” Keeping his hands in the air to show that he wasn’t taking out anything else, Harley started fidgeting with the claps of his watch. With as much subtlety as he could muster, he pressed the tiny red knob on his watch, which vibrated gently in acknowledgement. Just as he finished unclasping the watch, another voice echoed through the alley, this time from up high.

“You know, most people don’t really appreciate being held at gun point. You might want to stop that.” Harley let out a sigh as relief washed over him, making his knees buckle under him. He knew that voice… He had heard it hundreds of times before in YouTube videos and the like. Immediately, an arm wrapped around his neck in a choke hold, his own hands involuntarily flying up to desperately grasp at the grip, and he was drawn backwards until his back met the figure’s chest. The cold pressure of the gun has shifted to his temple, and he squeezed his eyes closed in fear as he gasped for breath.

“Get the fuck out of here, Spider-Man, or I’ll put a bullet in this fucking kid!” Harley heard a thud as Spider-Man landed in front of them, but didn’t dare open his eyes, his world narrowed down to the metal against his temple and the arm around his throat. He felt the chest behind him rapidly moving up and down as his attacker takes in one panic breath after another.

“Okay, hey, slow down, there’s no need for that.” Spider-Man’s voice had lost its earlier lightness, and sounded almost stern. “I ain’t looking for trouble if you’re not making it. You got what you wanted. Just let the kid go, and walk away.” Suddenly, Harley felt the gun being taken away from his temple as the figure behind him shoved him aggressively, and he stumbled forward, eyes snapping open and only seeing red and blue as a pair of spandex clad arms caught him gracefully. He looked up at Spider-Man’s mask, but it was facing forward determinedly, as he helped Harley stay upright.

“Stay here, Harley,” he spoke firmly, and he was off, a web slinging him to the furthest end of the alley, where, as Harley now noticed, the perpetrator was making a quick escape. He did not get far, however, as Spider-Man made quick work of webbing up his feet, and dragging him by his lower body towards the wall, continuously shooting webs at him to make the robber stick to it.

Harley let out a shaky breath as all adrenaline seemed to rush out of him simultaneously, and he could barely make it to the wall before his knees gave out entirely, dropping down on the concrete below, which emitted a strong stank of urine. He felt tired beyond belief, and wanted nothing more in that moment than to close his eyes, and fall asleep, be unconscious for a while and wake up in his bed in Tennessee by his sister jumping on his bed, and the smell of freshly fried eggs. He didn’t notice when the tears started falling, but soon enough there were wet patches on his jeans where his face was pressed against his knees, which he had drawn to his chest in an attempt to make himself as small as humanly possible.

A sudden presence beside him startled him, but he calmed down when he realised it was none other than New York’s wallcrawler, sitting on a urine-flooded alley next to a crying teenager who felt home sick. He didn’t even say thank you… Harley started furiously wiping at his eyes, and sniffed a few times before he managed to find some form of composure. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but was cut off by Spider-Man, who spoke first.

“I got your phone back.” It was then that Harley noticed the hand that was holding out the phone to him. He took it with a grateful smile, and an unreadable mask with white lenses glared back at him. Say thank you, say thank you, say thank you…

“I’m sorry.” Wait, what? Spider-Man’s head cocked in confusion.

“What are you sorry for, Harley? None of this was your fault.”

“I know, I know, but I should have known better than to- Wait a minute… How do you know my name?” Harley suddenly remembered Spider-Man calling him ‘Harley’ earlier as well, although he had been too out-of-it to notice at the time. Suddenly, the mask was not as unreadable as it had seemed earlier when the white lenses gave away the widening of the eyes underneath. “Uh, I mean, I know all the names of the citizens of New York!”

“What, like Santa Claus, or something,” Harley laughed incredulously, both curious, worried and amused about the situation.

“I mean, would you believe me if I said yes?” Harley just raised an eyebrow in return, slowly feeling the weight on his shoulders lift some more. “Yeah, I figured as much. Okay, so, here’s the truth. Mr. Stark told me about you.” Of course!

“That makes sense. Tony mentioned you to me before too! But don’t worry, nothing about your identity, or anything. Just that you had needed his help.” Spider-Man let out an awkward laugh at that.

“Yeah, Mr. Iron Man and I are what I like to call co-dependant. He needs me as much as I need him.”

“I really don’t, Underoos,” a voice from beside them spoke, uncharacteristically quiet. Both Harley’s and Spider-Man’s heads snapped up at the sound of Tony Stark’s voice, and stared at him as he stood before them, the Iron Man armour only a couple steps behind him, opened up. “I think of it more as a mentor-mentee relationship, where you screw up sometimes, and I try to help you not screw up.”

“Mr. Stark,” Spider-Man laughed, but he was cut off by Harley getting up and launching himself at Tony, trembling from head to toe, the impact of the evening hitting him again at full force at the sight of his pseudo-dad.

“Shh, it’s okay, kiddo,” the older man whispered in his ear, as he pressed him close to his chest. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.” As Harley stood there, tightly wrapped up in Tony’s embrace, a soft thwip was the only thing indicating Spider-Man’s quiet departure from the scene. Distant police sirens could be heard approaching.

“You, my friend, have had the craziest week ever, and that including the one where you were bitten by a radioactive spider and gained superpowers.” Peter groaned pathetically from his position on Ned’s lap, the latter of whom simply ignored him for the sake of stealthing his way across whatever video game he was playing, his hands holding the controller resting on Peter’s chest.

“Tell me about it,” Peter whined. “At least getting bitten by that spider and everything that followed was just facts, you know? This all involves feelings and social behaviour and puberty-”

“As much as you’re my best friend, and I truly sympathise with you,” Ned interjected, as he casually took out at least four other players as he was talking. “I think you’re overthinking this. Be honest with yourself! The answer to all your current problems is right there: just talk to Harley! God knows he could use some friendship after what he went through, and by the way he was hunting you down in school today, it seems he’s really eager to talk to you too.” Peter groaned again, opening his eyes and absentmindedly glancing up at his best friend, who’s full focus seemed to be on the TV screen in front of him. “Something’s holding you back from talking to him though, am I right? What is it?”

What was it? Honestly, Peter wished he could answer that question. Harley genuinely seemed to want to talk things out with him, and after his conversation with Mr. Stark, there was no real grudge that Peter found himself holding against the other teenager. It sounded like the boy was going through a lot, and in his own way, he was standing up for somebody he loved, or, at least, he thought he was. What had happened that evening was intense, much more than anybody should ever have to go through. Peter had been held at gun point more times that he could count, a job hazard, you could call it, but he never got used to the feeling that the person holding the gun could end everything in a split second, no questions asked, no going back. All they had to do was pull the trigger, and it would all be over. Peter squeezed his eyes closed again as his mind flashed with memories of his uncle, lying there surrounded by a puddle of his own blood…

“I don’t know, Ned,” he responded, a slight tremor in his voice giving away his current emotional state. Ned, ever the graceful friend, did not look away from the screen, but dropped one hand away from his controller, and onto Peter’s chest as a sign of comfort. “I want to talk to him, especially after what happened tonight… Mr. Stark will be there for him, but I just want to know if he’s okay, you know? But then again, I wasn’t there. Spider-Man was. And Spider-Man didn’t get into a fight with him about Tony Stark.”

“Having a secret identity is not easy, Peter.”

“I never thought it would be,” Peter sighed in response. “I just want to know what’s holding me back from talking to Mr. Stark and Harley. I want to, I really do, but every single time I think about it, I feel like some freaky disembodied hand is trying to choke the life out of me.”

“Of course, you’re going to feel anxious about it, Pete,” Ned responded, his hand pressing down slightly. “You feel hurt by both of them. But the only way to get rid of that anxiety is to communicate. Hell, even telling them that the idea of talking to them makes you anxious is already better than the radio silence you’re giving now. Harley’s not stupid: he knows you were avoiding him yesterday.” Peter nodded in understanding, letting his friend’s words sink in.

Honestly, knowing that Harley probably wanted to talk to him about something was both dauntingly terrifying and infinitely comforting. The situation was a chip on both of their shoulders, and they seemed equally eager to move past it, but Peter had no way of knowing how. After all, Harley still seemed awfully friendly with Flash, who hadn’t let up on bullying Peter constantly since their last year of Middle School. He doubted Harley could change his mind about that. But not giving him a chance to redeem himself seemed wrong too, and he could almost hear his aunt in his head, telling him to ‘never write of strangers at first sight, because strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet’. Naïve, but not necessarily wrong.

Tomorrow, Peter promised himself. Tomorrow, he would set aside whatever was holding him back, and talk to Harley.

[spotted-demonp0n3]

Bits and Not Bits:

Preface: I was having fun watching horsey vids on the TubeYou and literally every video I watched had a "bits vs no bits" type of fight. Which got me thinking about bits and the types I use and dont use anymore, the ones you find in my tack room, and the ones I'm interested in trying. Also, I wanted to give a condensed version of my history with bits: up until I was 14 (so young, so naive) bits were evil, 100%, cant change my mind. Hackamores or halters or GTFO. So in keeping with the condensed soup version, I learned bits are not evil, bitless can cause just as much damage, learn to ride and you won't hurt your horse.

The Bit-Bits:

FULL CHEEK SNAFFLE

When the Spotted Demon Pony and I trained in the Appalachians our trainer had us use a simple Full-Cheek Snaffle (this where I where I learned to stop worrying and love the bit). I liked that it gives me that extra pull when turning. I dont use this one like I use to, because of the next but I found, but first let me talk about...

D RING FRENCH LINK:

I liked the mouth piece, the French Link part, more than I like the D-Rings. I think they look nice and dont pinch like a loose O-Ring, but I wasnt ever in love with them.

I wished I could combine the big moving O-rings with the non-pinching full cheek with a French link mouth piece, oh wait...

FULMER FRENCH LINK

Oh look! I was so excited when I found this existed, this Frankenstein of convenience. It gives me that gentle but firm stopping power I needed, along with ability to turn off and on the forehand like I needed. This is probably my favorite bit 💕

TOM THUMB

I feel like this is gonna give me the most hell. How I got started with this bit was sort accidentally, bought a whole bunch of tack and this was in with. So I experimented one day after having a hell of a time with Spotted Demon Pony being a Spotted Butt-Butt at our new barn. So I used this. Using it helped me develop a softer hand and him to respond better on his neck reining. This another bit I haven't used in a long time, but you'll find in my tack room.

KIMBERWICK

My favorite thing about this bit is its versatility. I can change the severity of leverage (depending on Spotted Demon Pony's mood) or I can even use it as a D-Ring. Mostly I've used this one for jumping cause my boy can get a little heavy right before lift off and right after landing. So with my riding style, I can be softer in hand and the small pressure I give signals enough for him to slow TF down. I've used it on occasion for trail, but its definitely not my go to trail bit.

PELHAM

This is another bit I got in a tack haul and had no idea what it was until (thank god) I pointed it out at a show barn I was working at and one of the ladies explained it to me. I literally thought it was a gaited horse bit so I hadn't used it.

Out of all the bits I own, this one is the one I probably use the least. I love the idea of it, instead of two bits having one, but I just dont have need or training to use it as much as I would like to say I would. And everytime I have used it, we've kept it super simple. Though I get a great working walk outta him.

HACKAMORE WITH TWISTED GAG BIT

I almost didn't put this one on the list cause it's my least favorite and I haven't used it in over a year, but it's one of the few bits I've used under suggestion from a trainer. And talk about needing soft hands! I used it when I was looking for something to help me regain control after my Spotted Demon Pony decides to bolt like a Spotted Bat Outta Hell, but I first used it when I forgot to pack my normal bit (at the time was my Tom Thumb) for trail I had never been on with people and horses I had never met. So, I decided to use it. Nothing bad happened and I got good response from him (again, them soft soft hands). I used it a couple more times when we trail road by ourselves (cause barn sour is a thing). It definitely got the point across of no means no.

GERMAN HACKAMORE

This. This right here. I dont know how I made it this far riding in this thing. For almost 2 years if I wasn't riding in a halter I was riding in this. Which sounds magical and wonderful that a 12-14yr old riding on her young stallion (for those unaware, Spotted Demon Pony was Spotted Stud Muffin til he was 15, and that was for medical reasons) but dear god we almost died so many times. I still have our o.g. hack along with a custom one but, for whatever reason I have the absolute worst time stopping him in this type of hack. Dunno. It's most likely my fault, but I switched it up.

'INDIAN BOSAL'

This is a weird one. So I dont have an actual picture of mine, which is custom made, but this is a decent idea of what it looks like. I have seen soooooo many of these on sites like Etsy and what not, and thought I would try it out. For the most part it worked pretty good, my only issue was when Spotted Demon Pony really wants to fight it it takes more effort than I am comfortable with to get him to listen. I still have it, cause you know. Custom tack. But I probably won't use it anytime soon.

ENGLISH HACKAMORE

So this is my current go to for riding right now. Been using this particular one for about a year now and I absolutely love it. I had expected it to be less powerful than the German (which it's supposed to be?) but have had so much better success with than anything else. I use it for trail, jumping, everything. I get great turning and stopping ability. Its probably Spotted Demon Pony's favorite. Plus I paid like $5 for it.

In conclusion: I have used a lot of bits, including a few not mentioned here, have found, for my particular (and peculiar) pony I have have found his bipolar spotted ass may need a different bit for different occasions. I love my English hack, but sometimes he can be too strong (or too much of a Spotted Butt-butt) that for both of our safeties I need something a little stronger to get the message across. I'm not a professional trainer, this is just me talking about my horse.

Lookout for a mini-follow up showing him wearing some or all of these bits and hacks.

[argyllsteffanreagangothic]

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