#GOD I love sport. I wish I could get into football but something keeps driving me away

[aeolianblues]

I’m only into football for my Scottish friends when they’re clearly enjoying an English team in agony. I’m only into football when my Welsh friends are experiencing untold euphoria seeing Wales qualify for their first major international tournament since 1958 (Euro 16). I’m only into football when I’m arm-in-arm with Canadian MNT fans in tears watching a team and community build around us in realtime. I’m a football fan when I’m on a plane back from New York watching a sea of red jerseys say, we never had a chance against Argentina, but I admire the way they hung on (Copa 24). I am into football when we see decades of advocacy finally give women a half shot at equal footing and create fans out of little girls and heroes out of the women on the field. I am only a football fan in the way Carlos O’Connell went on telly in the UK wearing his native España jersey the day after England lost the Euros. Icon and legend.

[allthingsfook]

Hii! Can I have a ship please?

I’m 5’5, curly brown hair, with light brown eyes :)

I love music, I love going to concerts even if they’re a small underground band. I love to hang out with my friends, I’m much more extroverted than an introvert but I also get a bit worn out after being with people for a long time.

I love sports, football, softball, golf, ice skating..you name it. I also love nature. Nature has always been something that means a lot to me, its a calming thing to me. sitting out in the park or in my vacation house in the mountains are some things that keep me completely grounded.

Currently I’m in school studying fashion, its my dream to be a fashion stylist for musicians

Also if you can, can you add an nsfw headcanon? :’)

Thank you!! <3

Hello!!!! Of course you can have a ship!!!

**Post Ship Notes** I’m sorry for how long winded this is going to be and I’m also sorry for any typos. I wanted to get this written for you, but also have to work in the morning!!!

I ship you with…

Danny ⭐️

This has nothing to do with the fact that you both have brown curly hair 😂 I struggled between Josh and Danny, but the sports comment ultimately made me decide on Danny!

So let’s just jump right into it!! How could you not enjoy music and end up with one of the boys?! So there’s the first step 😂 I think Danny is the most fond of going out to see bands at local spots/bars. At least he’s the one we see out to those functions the most. I think Danny would admire the fact that you enjoy listening to up and coming/underground bands. He’d go on to tell you that bands like that are so grateful for support, and often need people like you to give them that drive to keep making music. That’s how GVF got started: playing in dives and biker bars.

As sociable and sweet as Danny is, I think his social tank can run dry quickly, especially when being around the boys. He’d always respect your wishes and never initiate the conversation about wanting to go home… he’d just wait until you said something and thank you 🙏 ☺️

Once you arrive home, he’d crawl into bed; barely kicking his clothes off in time for his head to hit the pillow. You’d spend some time caring for yourself; removing your makeup, brushing your teeth, and putting on lotion. Once finished, you’d crawl in next to him. He’d snake his strong arm around your torso and pull you into his warm core. Pretty soon, you feel his stiffening cock push against your back. You smirk and ask him, “what’s going on back there?” He’d chuckle and blush, “nothing.” “I thought you were tired,” you’d tease. He’d grip your shoulder and roll you onto your back while he straddles you. “Not anymore,” he admits. His hands would disappear under your shirt, fingertips grazing your nipples. You’d gasp and flicker your eyes shut to completely sink into the moment. Both of you enjoy for a moment, before he gracefully removes your shirt, then turns his attention toward your lower half. He’d toy with the hem of your shorts then take the strings in his mouth, yanking them with his teeth. He’d shimmy them down to expose your weeping cunt. From between your thighs, he’d smile up at you and press two fingers between your folds. He’s not quick to put himself inside of you, he enjoys teasing you just as much as he loves getting off. He would often touch you for what seemed like hours before guiding his thick cock into you. God, he’d stretch you out each time he thrusts into you. You have never had someone so big that it takes you a while to adjust to his size, but it’s the most narcotic feeling.

No surprise Danny is a golf man, so I’m glad to hear you also enjoy golf, along with many other sports. I can see Danny lighting up the moment you tell him you like to golf. He’d have an outing set up like the next day 😂 Just to get what you want, you get all dolled up in that stereotypical sexy golfer fit; the short white skirt, and color coordinating shirt with him. No shock the breeze would flip the skirt up to show off your perfect ass in the built in spandex. Danny would gawk and whimper at the sight. After you get the ball in the hole, you dramatically bend over, hoping Danny will get hard in his pants…. Mission accomplished. As dedicated as he is to the game, he cuts it short and rushes you to the country club locker room so he can fuck the shit out of you!!! Hastily he will lock the door, instruct you to take off your skirt…as you do he’ll instantly pick you up and carry you over to the vanity. He drops you down on the cool counter top, whips his belt off and shoves his pants down just enough to reveal his throbbing dick. He spits on it and pushes into you with such need and lust. When he finishes inside of you, it will be another check on his bucket list…. Maybe a check one you didn’t even know you had 😉

All the boys are so inspired and find peace in nature, so no surprise Danny would love getting away to the mountains. I could see the two of you basking in mother nature; hiking, swimming, foraging, and sitting around the campfire. To close most nights in, you’d cuddle on the floor of a picture-perfect cabin…. Nestled in front of a gigantic stone fireplace. Although the trip was intended to escapee into nature and relax, you guys can’t help sorting through all the dusty VHS tapes. What classics! Especially the horrible 70s slasher movies. Danny would convince you let him put in Friday the 13th, and there you would cower in his arms…. Wether the movie scares you a little or it’s just downright laughable… you still nuzzle into him so he will grip your waist tighter.

Lastly, I think Danny would find it so interesting that you are going into the fashion industry; also would Josh. Your relationship with Danny would no doubt be a gateway into collaborating with the boys and other stylists when preparing for future tours. Danny would also encourage you to get up from behind your desk and try on the model’s shoes. He’d help you into a skimpy outfit you have designed and hype you up! Not only is he helping build your self confidence, but also giving himself an excuse to touch your curves!

Whew!!! 😋 I warned ya! It’s a lot 🤣 But I really do hope you enjoyed and per usual please please please let me know what you think! I always love to hear! I will also include a collage and song ship!!!!

[neshai-esper]

Hii! I just wonder if there is a "real karl" in a different plane, if i took the fact behind how a tulpa getting created.

God, we just had some deep and interesting chat about this exact topic last night on Discord! Rest of us have agreed (except those whom aren't the "fan" of metaphysics) that...

The intelligent, psychic being behind Karl Heisenberg's character is not a tulpa, but an egregore, and HE is fucking EXIST.

But I'm not quite sure if you are informed about what the word "egregore" actually means, what do we mean when calling something "egregone". The word itself came from the Greek word "egrégorol", and means "watcher".

An interesting fact:

Egregores are mentioned three times in the apocryphal texts of Lamentations, Jubilees, and the Book of Enoch. These books were removed from the Bible by the Roman Emperor Constantine, but contain a lot of Christian beliefs not found in the mainstream scriptures.

We can say that these beings are created by the crowd's mental energy, their attention or/and emotional bound to them (be it a political party, sport club, religion, a fictional character, brand etc), but then they do live independently from conscious human awareness, and often have an effect on the group's mind without being "detected".

Yes, this actually means that even Elsa, have a sentinent, psychic being behind the curtains (or your favorite football team), which got created, fed by the attention and love or the power of attachment from people. We can safely say that in 2021, thankfully to the internet and technology, we can create egregores even more easily without realizing it, because the existence of certain "things", "groups", "characters", "religions" etc. just flows even faster across the people mind, and have a higher chance to catch someone's attention, which will feed it.

I think I don't have to say that currently, mani Resident Evil Village character gettin' fed by the crowd, like crazy! Which means that the egregore behind these characters gaining strenght quite gast, and growing. No need to mention that none of these egregores are willing to let people to forget about them, so they'll try to find the way to keep come back somehow into the group of people mind, and not letting them to go so easily. The rest of the egregores are not evil or dangerous, but they are obviously, exist can suck people in, causing them to get into self-destructive habits, and influence the person to go deeper and deeper into them.

"Certain types of egregores created from incredibly disciplined and spiritually advanced groups can become incredibly powerful. They are generated with an abundant energized astral form and take on the image of godlike beings. Throughout history, many gods and goddesses were indeed egregores."

They can take form on the astral plane as well, and visually manifest before one of its members in certain situations. Esoteric groups can create powerful egregores and interact with them as one would a god or goddess in the days of old. Whether one is aware or not of the existence of egregores, it’s very seductive to get caught up in the morals of the entity, or the emotions that drive it. It’s tough to resist once connected to it, and anyone new to the group can get swept away in its energy, changing their entire outlook on life and making them obsessed with whatever the egregore is focused around. Ever had an annoying friend that got super into some new enlightening religion or philosophy (OR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER!? HM?) and never shut up about it? Yea, that friend is totally high on the egregore.

(Yes, we are fucking high on Heisenberg and HE fucking knows this! Because HE WANT this!)

II I could talk a LOT about this topic, since this is so exciting, fascinating in the same time, but I write even this post in hurry.

Dude, this question just amplified my intent to try to deal with modern time egregores. I've had some occult friend before whom actually worked with very famous fictional characters, but it sounded quite ridiculous at first hearing. But understanding the meaning of "egregore", the truth behind it and knowing that those characters are actually egregores too, sentinent, mostly intelligent, independend beings, it makes this less ridiculous (obv there are people who would and will call even this funny, but bitch, wish I would have more fucks to give?!).

O, and hey! DO NOT FUCKING STOP FEEDING KARL HEISENBERG!!!

Edit: There were people who actually asked about this whole thing. I can suggest you two subbreddit where you can read about egregores a lot. r/chaosmagic and r/occult .

[sapphiics]

Didn’t we almost have it

a/n: I heavily suggest listening to Dammit by Jana Kramer while reading this, it is where I got the entire plot from.

dt: to my dear @morcias because who else just loves morcia so much. plus I asked her a million questions to help me figure out details for this.

word count: 3k

content warning: it’s angsty(?) and quite sad but with a very happy ending.

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God did Penelope hate driving through Illinois.

The only reason she was coming back was for the bridal shower of a girlfriend from college, otherwise she would’ve stayed in California, where she was at least a good thousand miles away from this place.

All it did was make her nostalgic, almost painfully so. The entire state serving as a physical reminder of her old life. One she had not a chance in hell of getting back.

The urge to race her car to the nearest ‘Leaving Illinois’ sign coming over her yet again, Penelope makes a right turn onto Commonwealth avenue. Christina’s house was only five minutes from where she was.

It was the walkway that first drew her eye. A stone path, small flowers lining it. She could almost hear his heavy footsteps getting louder as he jogs to greet her, meeting Penelope in the middle with a chaste kiss as she hauls grocery bags under her arms, enough food for four. 

As she nears closer, her eyes travel up the length of the two-story building, it’s utter perfectness painfully pressing into her like a stab to the gut. It took every ounce of restraint that she possessed not to slam the brakes and just gawk at the vision in front of her.

That was the house.

The dream house. The one the two of them fantasized about back in college. Penelope can practically see the late nights they spent in her dorm, cramped together on her twin bed, their fingers intertwined. His free hand running over her head, pushing her hair back behind her ear and tilting her into his shoulder. Hushed planning of their happily ever after. She can hear his voice whispering in her ear, about how they would have two perfect daughters. He would be a FBI agent, and she would work for a nonprofit organization. He’d cook, she’d clean, he would take care of the lawn, she’d do the laundry.

That was the plan. Their own special, simple, linear plan.

Until real life happened, essentially taking those plans and throwing it off a cliff. That’s all it was now, a pretty daydream to keep Penelope from having to accept the fact that nothing in her life is going like she hoped, and she’s probably going to end up alone.

None of that stopped her from turning into the lot of the house, the door slightly cracked open. A large ‘For Sale’ sign hung on it. 

Giving her the perfect opportunity to see what she could’ve had. To spend a few fleeting moments dreaming of the life she would’ve had with him.

Finally found that dream house, and yet the dream guy was long gone.

Her hands shakier than she would’ve liked, Penelope slowly steps out of her car, the two story home everything she ever envisioned.

The path up to the house was lined with daffodils, she could see as she passed them. The front door was a smooth dark brown. Solid wood, contrasting with the otherwise creme exterior of the house.

That would’ve been his touch. He always liked that building and renovating stuff, she could almost hear him begging her to let him remodel the place. To really ‘make it their home.’

The entrance didn’t nothing to deter her, the arching ceilings and oak floors straight out of her most vivid dreams. The arches reminded her of college. Charles Deering Memorial Library, to be specific. She had always liked the gothic architecture, and even he could admit that the towering building’s medieval influence was well executed. And that chill day in March, the ninth, to be exact, when they first met. She was working there part-time, and he needed something from the football archives.

It was his smile that drew her in, his eyes drawn up real small as he flashed her two rows of perfect teeth. 

What she would give for one of those smiles right about now.

An embarrassingly loud gasp left her mouth as she walked in further. Ahead of her were a pair of large black couches, perpendicular to each other. A grand fireplace in front of them, an open space perfect for a nice big flat screen.

Hockey. That’s what would be playing. He was huge on the sport, and her mind drifted to an image of the two of them sitting on the couch. Him in a worn out jersey and his lucky socks, her in his beat leather jacket, feet propped up in his lap. She has headphones and her knitting, he has a beer she steals sips of and has a loose grip on her ankle, his fingers pressing against the small tattoo she got the day she turned eighteen. Just like old times.

Without even glimpsing at the side door that led to the kitchen, Penelope could already visualize him sitting on the counter. A soft white tee and some sweatpants, strumming on her ukulele and singing some old 90s ballad off key while she chopped vegetables. Later that night, after their girls went to bed, the two of them dancing together to her parents’ old record player. An old Bee Gees song softly in the background as they sway.

Her mind racing, she’s already thinking of summer barbecues. Her and JJ drinking margaritas in the shade, their children’s laughter bringing a grin to her face. Him talking it up with Rossi about god knows what as he mans the grill. The sun setting as he takes a seat next to her, tugging her into his side and placing a small kiss on the side of her head.

The overwhelming realization that Penelope is never going to get that future, never going to have the future she so desperately wanted with him, hit her harder than ever in that moment.

And next thing she knows she can feel tears running down her cheeks. Alone, in the middle of an open house in the one state, the one city she vowed to never return to, and she’s sobbing like a baby.

“Well Hello Miss!” ,a kind old woman steps out, shocking Penelope back to reality, “You here for the house?”

 “Yes,“ she says softly, hastily wiping at her face,  “Yes I am. Just a quick look around.” Her hands swipe at her dress, trying to regain even a semblance of composure, “You have a beautiful home.”

The woman casts her a sympathetic smile,

“Thank you. Me and Sarah have lived here for over forty years. We raised our five children in these very walls,” the lady beams, a smile coming over her face as she looks around the room, 

“We figured that with them all gone and us not getting any younger, we could downsize just a bit.”

Penelope let out a polite laugh, but stayed silent otherwise.

“You stay for as long as you like! My name’s Carolyn by the way. Let me know if you need anything!”

“Penelope, and thank you,” she smiles at her, Carolyn returning to the back of the house.

Penelope’s eyes catch onto the grand staircase, passing over the perfect crème walls and carpet flooring.

Her feet moved towards it, the view before her so accurate to her vision that it was like somebody reached into her brain and pulled out the design themselves. She needed to have this place.

Right before she can take a step on the stairs, she sees Carolyn return, a dimmed smile on her face.

“I’d like to buy the house,” Penelope states confidently. She couldn’t possibly leave here without having it.

It didn’t matter that she lived across the country, with decent enough friends and a steady job. This was the house, and if she had the chance to get at least one part of the dream, she damn sure was going to take the opportunity.

Carolyn winces, a regretful look on her face. “I’m so sorry Penelope, we just had somebody place an offer for it.”

“Oh,” Penelope’s eyes widen slightly, and she can feel the tears pushing their way to the surface. For just a second, she let herself get entranced by the home, and it hurt more than she was willing to admit that she couldn’t have it.

“Are you looking for a similar house ? There’s one just in Fullerton Road, and I believe it is on sale.”

“No I… I just got caught up,” Penelope waves her hand around the side of her head, her cheeks turning red, “It’s okay, an amazing family deserves this home.”

“Actually, the young man who purchased the place is with Sarah in the back right now. He’s already thinking of renovating the place.”

“Sounds great,” Penelope mused, wanting to be anywhere but here. At least a loving family is getting this house. She just hoped they were as happy as she once imagined she would be.

“Here they are,“  Carolyn announces, adding to Penelope’s discomfort. She had to leave, and fast. The last thing she wanted to see was the happy husband who bought this place to catch her, essentially a random stranger, crying in his kitchen.

“Is your family nearby? Why didn’t they come?” A woman, Penelope could only assume was Sarah, Carolyn’s wife, was talking to the new owner of the house. Penelope stiffened, the awkwardness of the situation palpable.

A deep laugh comes from the other person, and she could hear the two people approaching. “Nope, I’m a single man.”

“What the hell did you need such a big house for then?” Sarah quips.

“Just,” the guy takes a resigned breath, “Just wishful thinking I guess.“

Penelope could hear her heartbeats, the sound thrumming loudly in her ears. She shut her eyes, squeezing them to the point of something akin to pain. This couldn’t be happening. This could just be a terrible dream, and when she opened them, she would be waking up in her apartment. Back home, where she was away from her old life here. Safely away from the love of her life, whose voice she just heard for the first time in five years.

“Sarah, this is Penelope. She just stopped by to look at the house.”

Penelope reluctantly turns, peeling her eyes open. To her disappointment, she was still standing in the swept sold house. Still back in her college town.

Still right in front of her ex-fiancé, one she’s just as irrevocably in love with as she was the day he proposed.

“Derek,” she lets out quietly, drinking in everything about him. He’s only gotten better-looking, and Penelope has always been attracted to him.

It was his face, his eyes to be specific, that captured her in this moment.

Because instead of the resentment and anger she had expected, she had deserved, all that was there was a small shimmer of hope. A sliver of hope that she almost cried tears of relief at seeing. Hope she had given up on ever having until she saw it in his face. The same look reflected in her own eyes.

“Penelope.” 

His voice usually stern, she can hear the small waver in his tone. Like he’s just as affected by her as she is him.

Even after all these years, she can’t help but melt when it comes to Derek. It was like her innermost self just knew him, recognized that he, no matter how far apart they were, was always going to have a part of her heart. A power over her that she would never give to any other person.

Yet looking into Derek’s eyes, the only man to ever capture her heart, Penelope could’ve sworn he was feeling the same way she did.

“So, um, we’ll just leave you two for now,”  Carolyn’s eyes clearly wide as she drags her wife outside of the kitchen, leaving the pair alone together.

Derek walks a couple steps closer to her, the smell of nice cologne wafting to her nose as he moves near.

He opened his mouth, almost as if he were about to start speaking, but Penelope catches his small sigh and the twitch of his hands.

They were so close, closer than they had been in years, yet that short distance felt wider than the thousands of miles she had made sure to have between them for the past half a decade.

The lack of touch. That’s what was halting them.

They were always touching one another. It was an unspoken language, just for the two of them to understand. 

To be so close yet not touching, it felt so inorganic to Penelope, so abnormal.

Penelope looks just a little off to the right of him, his presence too overwhelming. He was examining her, and the quiet was anxious.

“Why didn’t you take the ring?” Derek spits out, his low voice subdued by the hurt she could just hear in his voice. “ I could handle how you left, no note or calls. But you left me your ring Penelope.”

She thought she was prepared for this, the anger he would have for her. But hearing the words in real time, from Derek himself, made her stomach turn. A ball of nausea tossed in her stomach, Derek’s pain something that never failed to physically wound Penelope.

“Derek...,” her heart breaking at how much she affected him.

“Did I,” he pauses, sucking in a shallow breath, “Did we mean that little to you?”

“No.” She locks onto his eyes at that, holding his stare. “You- us, that was everything to me.” A fierceness was in her voice that shocked her, and at the look of his slightly widened stare, she wasn’t the only one. The idea that Derek for a second could fathom the idea that he wasn’t the love of her life, her soulmate, was a stake to the heart.

“Was it marriage? Was it not wanting to be married? Because you could’ve told me.”

Surprising her own self, she moves in a half-step, her hands enclosing one of Derek’s clenched ones. Her fingers act on instinct, sliding through his, rubbing her thumb on the back of his index finger. Five years and his fingers still naturally close around hers .

Her teeth firmly sunk into the flesh on the back of her lip, she peers up at Derek, his expression unreadable. He was always better at the reading people thing, it was like second nature to him.

“I promise you, Derek Morgan, there is nothing I have ever wanted more than to marry you.”

Feeling his hand tighten around hers, glancing up to see his brows pulling together, she pushes on, needing to express to him her every feeling. “ You didn’t deserve what I did, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by when I didn’t feel like the luckiest person in the world to have such an amazing guy.”

“ I am so,” words that she’s been practicing for years suddenly getting clogged in her throat, making every word come out like a croak, “ so sorry for ever hurting you.”

Tears burning behind her eyes, nothing stuns her more than when Derek cups her face, his large palm enclosing her cheek as he runs his fingers lightly through her hair. 

“Is it the house?”

Taken aback, Penelope jolts her head upward. “What?”

His hand now on her shoulder, he turns her to the right, giving her a wider view of the home.

“Is it the right house?”

“It’s the perfect house.” Her voice trailing off at the end.

She faces Derek, his lips pressed together like he’s trying not to say something.

“We could- we could still have it.” His eyes looking at their hands, in a way that was so unlike him, Penelope didn’t dare try to assume anything about what his words meant.

“Have what?” her attempt to keep her voice even failing miserably. Averting his stare, her eyes land on his neck, where a thin gold chain rests.

A chain that had something that looked dangerously similar to a ring hidden under his shirt.

He looks to where she’s staring, a bald-faced look on her face, and his fingers pull out the necklace to reveal a gold wedding band. The one she bought for him, with the special engraving on the inside.

Through the tears rapidly coming to her eyes, she could see Derek’s face. And the vulnerability and love that shined from him to her 

Because he kept it. Even in his clear anger and hurt, the heartbreak she put him in, he kept her ring. 

“The plan.” Derek reaches behind his neck, his fingers reaching to the clasp of the necklace. “The big wedding, the two girls,” He slides the ring off of the chain, twirling it round in his hand. “Our dream.” He finally places the ring in her hands, gently closing her fingers around it.

Her mouth falling slightly open, Penelope slowly blinks three times. The words that just came out of his mouth so unbelievable that her brain was taking some time to catch up. She pulls her lip sideways into her mouth, too nervous to say anything.

His hands come up on each side of her face, a tender clasp that lets him turn her head up towards him.

“I never gave up on you, on us.” He lets out a sad laugh, “ Hell, I’m here about to buy a house just to try and get a piece of that dream.”

Penelope bobs her head slightly back, the shock of what’s happening still getting to her. “You really still want it?”

And Derek, bless his sweet soul, just looks at her with a small smile resting on his lips. “There is nothing, absolutely nothing babygirl,” the sound of his old nickname for her better than anything she’s heard the last few years, “that I want more than to be with you for the rest of my life.”

A matching smile coming to her mouth, she brings Derek’s left hand down to her own, and slides the wedding band on to his ring finger.

A soft cry breaks from her lips, and she feels nothing other than pure joy when he leans down, taking her lips in a sweet kiss.

Maybe, just maybe, they can have it after all.

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[ellewritessometimes]

It’s a Gift

Summary:  Cas and Dean have become very close. Dean develops a crush and is afraid to say anything. He continues to fall harder as the days go on. As the Valentine's Day party approaches, Dean wonders if he'll share the secret he's been harboring.

Ships: Dean/Cas, Crobby

Word Count:  3,552

TW: Mentions of violence and Homophobia, Swearing

Notes:  This is a work from an abandoned Valentine's Day group writing project. I decided to post it still because I worked hard on it and I wanted the original intended recipient to get their fic as planned. I want to thank Luc for allowing me to reach out to them and @kermit-drinking-tea-dot-jpg for betaing this fic.

Link to read on AO3

The smell of greasy tater tots and dry nuggets wafted through the cafeteria as I walked in and took my seat at the table. The rest of the team sat down as well.

"Does anyone have a date for Valentine's party tomorrow?" Garth asked.

"I'm sure Sam will be my date," Gabe smirked. The guy was kinda obsessed with my brother.

Garth rolled his eyes and continued to take a bite of his chicken patty. I turned the page of my notebook, trying to decode my notes from last week. 

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath.

"What?" Gabe asked with a mouth full of french fries.

"I can't read my notes, and the test is next period," I said in frustration. I had scrawled them down distractedly during the class.

"Would you like to borrow mine?" Cas asked. 

Of course, I would like to borrow Cas's notes. He was a great student, always crazy organized.

Cas slid a spiral-bound notebook with perfect notes written in blue gel pen. The lettering looked like a font. I could never be like this. I could never sit still for that long. Oh, to be like Cas; Quarterback, Captain of the Football team, debate mentor, NHS, he really had it all. I was just a linebacker struggling to remember physics. God, Dad, is gonna kill me.

"Thanks, man," There was relief in my voice. Maybe I'd pass. A.P. Physics is not the move when you're a dumbass.

Cas smiled and picked up his book, On the Road. I've never seen him eat during school. He's always reading, helping us with homework, or keeping Gabe and Garth out of trouble. 

The bell rang, so I handed Cas his notebook back. He winked, and I felt my heart pound. I'm sure he was just saying ‘you're welcome’.

* * *

Mr. Crowley handed out the test, and I inhaled deeply. I can't do this. I can't do this. 

Cas looked toward me and mouthed, "Are you ok?" 

I shook my head. The little shit winked again and raised his hand.

"Mr. Crowley, I think Dean is going to be ill," Cas fibbed, "I should take him to the nurse just to be sure."

"We wouldn't want that. Take him to the nurse," Mr. Crowley gave him the ok.

Cas and I walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. Cas gestured to me to follow him. He led me into an empty classroom and shut the door.

 He set his notebook and pencil down on a desk and bluntly said, "Sit."

I did as I was told. I watched him write a kinematic equation on a fresh sheet.

"What do you know?" Cas asked.

"Nothing."

"I don't believe that."

"I'm a dumbass," I shrugged.

He tilted his head, and I noticed a change in his eyes. 

"You don't believe you deserved to be helped," He stated and quickly changed the subject in an attempt to take what he said back. "Let's start easy."

I leaned my head over to see the problem he wrote. A hair fell on my face, and Cas pushed it away. I jumped. Cas jumped as well, startled by my reaction. His disposition changed.

"I'm sorry, I…" His voice trailed off.

"It's fine, Cas." I made an attempt to reassure him.

We moved along with the problem like it never happened. But it did happen. I would feel the touch on my forehead the rest of the day. The way his hand felt, soft and warm against my rough skin. 

We must have done at least 20 problems until I finally felt comfortable doing it independently. The bell rang, and I thanked Cas. He really didn't need to do that. I wasn't shocked that he did though, he always tried to help the guys somehow. The dude's a friggin angel.

* * *

I was distracted all of the football practice.  I was preoccupied thinking about Cas.

"Winchester, get your head in the game!" Coach Bobby yelled out.

I had known Bobby my whole life. He'd been more like a dad than my own blood. He was always there when Dad was deployed, on a hunting trip, or just drunk, unable to take care of Sam and me. Dad was never the most stable person. 

I nodded to Bobby and tried to focus. I'd been meaning to talk to the school counselor about getting me to see a therapist or something to get diagnosed. Bobby and I suspected I had ADHD but we wouldn't know for sure. Unfortunately, I knew that Dad didn't believe in therapy. And anyway, the doctor can't fix it if I'm distracted by Cas. God, the dude can move. His passes are perfect, he makes almost every goal, and his touchdowns are so impressive. God, I sound like I have a crush.

Practice finished, and we all headed to the locker room. Bobby gave a speech.

"We've got an away game tomorrow, folks. I expect the best behavior from you all, or you will not go to the sports Valentine's Day party. I mean it." Bobby continued, "I know that this year has been hard with the Superbowl being delayed due to extenuating circumstances, but I still need you idjits to be good."

"Yes, coach," We deadpanned in unison like cult members. We started exiting the locker room.

"Dean, I would like you to stay," Coach said sternly.

Oh shit. 

Bobby led me to his office and motioned for me to sit in a chair.

"What's up with you, son?" Bobby questioned, "You've got that look, is it a girl? You're not back with Jo, are you? Lisa? Or is it a guy or an enby? You know that I don't care…"

"No, it's no one," I'm such a liar. I've had a crush on Cas since he moved here in fourth grade, and Bobby can see right through my bullshit.

"Bull," Bobby raised his eyebrows.

I shrugged. I couldn't even imagine what dad would say. Actually, I could. It would be to get out of his house and never come back.

"So that's it, you just wanted to be nosey? Besides, it's no one, and dad would never let me." I sighed.

"Don't worry about your old man. I'd take care of it. Mr. King and I always have a place for you and Sam anyway." Bobby was dating Mr. Crowley, no one but Sam and I knew.

I thanked him and left to go pick up Sam from the middle school. Boy, he had grown up so fast. I remembered when he was born. And when mom died.

* * *

I pulled up at the school, music blaring. Sam rushed to my car and opened the door.

"Can you drive me to Jess's house?" Sam asked.

"No, tonight's family dinner night." Dad's A.A. sponsor told him that it was a good idea to start trying to be more of a part of our lives. That started with dinner, I guess.

* * *

Dinner with Dad was painful. Sam and Dad bickered back and forth about every single little thing. Sam wanted to go to college, Dad wanted him to keep up with the family business, then Sam said that hunting and the military don't count as a legacy. I hate it here.

"Sam, give it a rest." I dropped my fork into Cambell's chicken noodle with stars.

"You're not siding with him, are you?" Sam's face was defensive.

"I'm the adult here." Dad slurred.

"A half of one at best," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that, boy?" Dad's face had that look I didn't like.

"Nothing, sir," I was trying not to get killed.

Creak. Dad slid his chair back and walked over to me. As he hovered over my head, my heart dropped to my stomach. He held his hand out and swung. 

I could feel the tingling on my face as he said, "Say something else, and it's gonna be somewhere else."

Sam got up from the table and ran to his room. I hated when Sam saw this. I knew it would hurt him more, but I still spoke anyway. It's hard. I knew Dad loved us. He just didn't know how to express it.

I walked away from the table as Dad drank more beer.

"Sam, you know that…" I couldn't think of an excuse, so I said, "Open the door, please."

Sam opened the door. His eyes were red, stress hives had formed on his arm. I wanted to hold him and tell him I would get us out here. I tried to protect him. I wanted him to always be safe. I just wish he knew Dad before Mom died. 

"Why?" Sam asked, "Why do you just sit there and take it."

So he won't come after you, I wanted to say. Instead, I just shrugged as he closed the door in frustration.

* * *

I woke up early to go on a run to clear my head. As I ran, I saw a familiar face. It was Cas, walking a fluffy golden retriever. There was a redheaded girl next to him. I didn't know her, but she was pretty. I stopped jogging and stared for a moment.

"Hey!" I waved.

"Oh hey, Dean!" Cas's face brightened. He turned to the girl, "Anna, this is Dean Winchester."

Anna threw up a hand shyly. I smiled in response. 

"Catch you later, I guess," I said as I walked away.

It was nice to see Cas, and he looked happy to see me. His sister was nice as well. I thought of the interaction as I strolled to the abandoned house on the end of the street. Sam always asked why I liked that place so much, but I don't know why. I just like creepy things. The house feels almost supernatural. 

* * *

"Hey!" Someone hit me in the back. Jo.

"Hay is for horses," Jo grinned. "Got a date for the party?"

I shook my head. I was planning on asking Lisa but Jo was a fun party person. This could pose an issue, but I decided to ignore it.

"Well, you do now, silly goose," Jo said snarkily. 

I always took Jo to parties. She was indeed the life of them. We'd go, she'd flirt, I'd scope out the crowd, we'd both be disappointed, then drunkenly make out in the Impala. Maybe grab a milkshake. It was tradition, but I had never taken Lisa before. Jo and I were more like flirty friends; I really had something with Lisa.

"Same as always?" I asked.

"Yup, come get me at five, and I'll bring the refreshments." She was referring to the whiskey she would steal from her mom's bar.

Jo walked away, and I turned to see Lisa standing at her locker. She was grabbing a math textbook and a copy of Gatsby.

"Hey Lis," I started.

"What do you want, Dean," She seemed annoyed.

"Are you ok?"

"I thought you've been ignoring me," Her voice had little emotion.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't realize how distant I was," Now was not the best time. I decided to say nothing about the party.

"Also, I'm not going to the party. My mom is making me watch my sister." Lisa was disappointed.

"Aw man," Score. This would work out.

We departed from the hallway, and I went to class.

* * *

School could not end fast enough. I couldn't wait for the game.

"Winchester, come see me," Mr. Crowley ordered me to his desk.

I hesitantly got up. He seemed pleased. I could not think of what this could possibly be about.

"Dean, your make-up test is perfect," His voice was enthusiastic. "I'm very proud."

Wow. I could not believe this. I thought for sure that I had flunked. As I breezed by, Cas gave me a thumbs up. I would have to thank him later.

* * *

The rest of the day flew by like cake. 

The team gathered in the locker room before entering the busses. Coach Bobby gave us one last speech.

"Alright, boys, remember what I said yesterday. Be polite and respectful but kick butt," The team cheered as soon as he said it.

We filled into the bus like sardines. This would be unpleasant on the ride home. I made sure I sat next to Cas to talk about science.

"Hey man, thank you so much," I patted his shoulder. 

"Of course," He didn't even look up from his book.

"What's it about" I pointed to On the Road.

"Oh, it's not your kind of book. You wouldn't like it," Cas muttered assertively. 

"I'm sure I would"

"When I finish, I'll let you borrow it," Cas clearly was uncomfortable.

"Ok," I decided not to press.

We sat in awkward silence. It was painful. I tried not to stare while he read his book, but he's all I wanted to pay attention to. I noticed the way his eyes glowed, the way his lip curled when he read something funny, the way he brushed his fringe away from his face.

"Dean...Dean...Dean," I finally noticed that Cas was talking to me.

"Huh?" Shit.

"You're staring," 

"You're a pretty picture," I tried to laugh it off, and I guess it worked because he smiled.

He titled his head in surprise at the comment, but he didn't say anything about it, just turned to his book again. I stared more this time, making it very obvious. He looked up again and grinned. This time, I scooted closer. Now, we were only inches apart. Without looking up, he put his head on my shoulder and continued reading. His hair was soft against my cheek. His arm fit perfectly next to mine. I felt so warm and fuzzy. I never had this feeling before.

* * *

"Hut, hut, 67," Bobby was yelling out commands, "Let's go, boys!"

The bright lights lit up the dark field. It was the fourth quarter, and things were looking good. Tried to keep my head in the game as I made a pass to Cas. Cas fumbled the ball, and another player tackled him.

"What are you doing, Novak?" Bobby yelled. Fumbles were out of character for Cas.

I noticed that the opponent was on top of Cas. This was more malicious than just a tackle. 

"Hey!" Gabe tried to break them up but got lost in the mix. 

Finally, a ref noticed and threw up a flag, "Fifteen-yard penalty!"

Cas stumbled up, his lip was bleeding, and a bruise formed around his eye. We cleared the field to regroup. Cas would most-likely be evaluated, and that player, Azazel, would be suspended. Bobby took Cas to the medical station and, after, walked to the refs and the other coach. You could see them conversing. Bobby's face was solemn.

"So, after talking to the other coach and the refs, we've decided to end this game. The behavior was unacceptable, and we want to prevent any other incidents from happening." Bob said, disappointingly. 

"Ugh, I want to kill this kid!" Gabe yelled. His face was red hot.

"Exactly," Cas spoke up from the bench. No one even noticed that he walked over. "This is what we want to prevent." 

Gabe crossed his arms. He's quite the drama queen.

Bobby told us to gather our stuff and meet him outside to get on the bus. Most of the team was able to grab their belongings quickly. I was about to leave the locker room when I heard someone grunt. They sounded frustrated. 

"Dean! Are you still in here?" Cas called out.

"Um...yeah? Why?"

Cas walked out from behind a row of lockers, shirtless. I tried to contain myself, but the sweat against his skin, the ruffled wet hair, the smile, he looked hot. I must say.

He looked defeated, "I can't find my bag."

I nodded, and Cas continued, "Can you tell Coach Singer that I'll be late? I need to find my bag."

I ran to Bobby, "Cas can't find his bag. I'm gonna stay and help him. I'll call for you to pick me up later."

"Sounds good, kiddo," Bobby gave me two thumbs up.

I ran back to Cas just to find him with his head between his knees on a bench. I didn't know what to do, so I just placed my hand on his back and left it there. 

The room smelled of old sweat and mud. The smell was so overwhelming, I don't know how I didn't notice it earlier. There are lots of things I haven't seen, I start to think about what I've actually paid attention to.

"Cas?" I question. "Are you ok?"

He shook his head. He didn't even move from his position, so I got up to look around. The lockers didn't have locks, so I opened all of them. Nothing. I checked under benches, in stalls; I even looked by the toilets.

"Man, I can't find it," I sighed.

Seconds after I said those words, the lights went out, and I heard the twist of a key.

"Damnit!" I'd never heard Cas curse before, "What are we gonna do?"

"Cas, I don't know," I said as I tried to think. 

I opened my phone to see that it was dead. I couldn't use the flashlight, and if Cas didn't have his bag, he didn't have his phone with him. Thankfully, I had a charger in my pocket, but it would take at least an hour for my Motorola to charge. Damn, that phone takes forever.

"We're gonna miss the party, and it's all my fault," Cas started sobbing.

"No, don't cry," I don't do well with tears. I sat back down on the bench.

"Dean…" Cas scooted away from me.

"What?" I moved closer so I could hear him through the sobs.

Cas turned and kissed me. His soft lips against mine felt like heaven on a platter. He ran his hands through my hair as he swung his legs over onto my lap. I lay down on my back as he leaned into me. I began kissing back but still letting him lead. This is what I wanted. I've been yearning for this. He moves from my lips to my neck, and I run my hands across his muscles.

"Dean?"

"Cas?"

"God, I love it when you say my name," He says as he undresses me faster.

* * *

After we finish, I check my phone to see if it is charged. The time says 7:15. It's only been an hour since the game ended, so we're not too late.

"So what do we do now?" Cas was lying on the bench, looking at the ceiling.

"Call Bobby to pick us up, I guess?" I ran out of solutions, "I think someone stole it."

"You're probably right, but how do we get out of here?" Cas questioned.

I did not think about that. We were in a locked locker room after school hours with no way of getting out or seeing.

It took me a moment, but I came up with a solution. There's a window high up in the back, so I slid another bench towards it so I could reach it. I flicked the lock on the window, and it budged. It was a small window, but I could climb up and slide my torso through without issue. 

"Cas!" I yelled as I slid downwards out of the window, back into the locker room.

"What?"

"I found a solution."

* * *

Bobby arrived quickly to pick up a poor freezing shirtless Cas and me.

"No bag?" Bobby questioned.

We shrugged and told him we couldn't find it. Bobby said that we were never playing this school again. Cas and I were content with that. I looked over to Cas and smiled. He smiled back and giggled. I held out my hand, and he took it. I felt the warm sensation through my body again as he touched me.

"What's up with you guys?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing," I smiled but quickly pulled my hand away from Cas. I wasn't ready to tell Bobby yet.

* * *

We arrived at Valentine's party, and Jo was the first to greet me.

"Did you forget about me?" Jo wrinkled her nose in annoyance.

"Sorry, I was looking for Cas's bag." I'm not lying.

"Well, I found another date." Jo turned to a girl, Lisa.

"Hey Dean," Lisa waved and pointed to a redhead, "Meet Charlie!"

"Hi! I'm Jo's girlfriend!" Charlie stuck out her hand enthusiastically. 

I laughed—what a wild night. I strolled over to the drink table and grabbed some punch. Cas found me through the crowd. He was shy now.

"Dean? Are we going to talk about this?" Cas insisted.

"Sure."

"I like you."

"I get that." I wondered what the problem was.

"And?" Cas seemed unsure.

I moved closer to Cas and hugged him. 

Cas told me that Gabe had grabbed his bag from the locker room because he knew that Cas was hurt. Gabe was goofy but kind at heart. Cas was thankful that he did, and no one stole it.

That reminded me that I had something to give Cas. I opened my bag and handed Cas a mixtape with some Zeppelin favorites.

"Dean, I can't take this," Cas was in awe.

"It's a gift; you keep those." I smiled and took his hand to dance.

[lovemesomesurveys]

[found at: --rainboweyes--]

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? I’ve never done that. 

Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it?  I’m not artistic or creative myself, but I enjoy art.

If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12 hours or sharp for 2?  I have chronic pain, sooo.

Koala or Kangaroo?  I’ll go with koalas.  Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? Yeah.

Is your country ruled by a president, prime minister, queen or other? We have presidents.

Does blue occur in your national flag?  Yep.

Talking of flags. Do you like football/soccer?  I don’t care for sports in general. <<<

If yes, do you play and what position? If not, leave blank.

Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? Out of those I’d say singer. I can’t sing, but in this scenario pretend I can.

Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? Crime stuff interests me from a psychology aspect, but I wouldn’t want to be a crime scene investigator, but also I don’t have any interest at all in the other 2 options, sooo.

Does making others happy really make you feel happy?  It’s a good feeling. I don’t feel I make others happy, though. 

What color literally doesn't appear in your wardrobe at all? Brown.

Do you actually read the answers others give to your surveys [I do]?  I keep up with several of you through your surveys.

Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? No.

Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another 'sharp' plant? No.

Speaking of Holly, do you adore Christmas or does it bug you?  I absolutely love Christmas.

Have you ever wrote your own short story? Yeah. I used to write short stories all the time when I was like 12/13.

What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn't finish? No.

Either of the above, if this was the case, place short synopsis here: I wrote several.

Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? Are we still talking about books? For the past couple years I’ve read a shit ton of murder mystery/psychological thrillers. I’ve been really into those. I like YA/NA as well.

What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]?  God.

Think of a material thing you want. Name it here (material, made or bought] I just ordered the book for my next Bible study, a set of nice journaling pens, a new notebook, and white-out tape.

Would $100/$60 be enough for this item? It would.

How about $1000/$600?  Uh, yeah. I’d have a shit ton of money leftover.

Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? A big house. It doesn’t have to be mansion big, just big enough to comfortably fit 4 adults and a doggo.

Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? No, but I watch a lot of videos about abandoned places on YouTube. I find stuff like that really interesting.

What did it look like and what were the circumstances? This one channel I watch, BrightSunFilms, has found actual abandoned homes that still have all the stuff in there but no one has lived in in like a decade. It’s wild. They found home videos in one! Like that just boggles my mind. I need to know what happened. What’s the story? Why did they just leave everything behind? They look like whoever lived there had to quickly get away like there was a zombie attack or something. Super weird. This guy has been to abandoned malls, stores, amusement parks, hotels, and other random places. It just always trips me out when stuff is left behind, like photos, paperwork, etc. Like why?? Some of the hotels still have the beds.

What's your favorite dip? I’ve been really into spinach and artichoke dip with sourdough bread lately.

Chocolate Cookies or Fudge Brownies? Oh, fudge brownies all the way. 

I give you a little baby puppy. What do you name him? I’d have to see him first and see what seems fitting. See what vibe I get.

Is crime a big problem in your area? Unfortunately, yes.

What's your town/city most well known for? Nothing good.

Do you know a Jack? What's he like? Nope.

How about a Lisa? What's she like? I don’t know a Lisa.

Are most your friends older, younger or the same age as you? No friends.

Do you subconsciously hang out with those with the same star sign as you or as each other, perhaps due to certain personality traits? Think about it: No. I don’t believe in astrology, but there was only one other Leo in my former friend group. It’s possible there were others at some point, but I didn’t pay attention to that kind of stuff.

Name 5 objects that you don't have but would like right now? Right this moment? I don’t know, it’s almost 5AM I’m not wanting anything really right now.

When you have children, would you like twins?  I don’t want to have children.

Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? I do; Aleksa and Maci.

If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you?

What instrument would you love to learn how to play?  I wish I could get into the piano again.

Does the sound of knocking/tapping startle you? Yes. I’m such a jumpy person.

What's the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard?  One that just came to mind is the one where a girl is driving alone at night and a car behind seems to be following her and they flash their headlights and whatnot and the girl is really creeped out. She drives to a police station or somewhere and the person following them gets out and alerts them that they were trying to get their attention because there’s someone in her backseat and skjsklfjkds that always gives me the chills. It was a story in that “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” book, which I read as a kid, and it always stuck with me. It was a good lesson to always check your backseat before getting in your car!

Do you miss someone currently? I’ll always miss my loved ones who have passed away.

When was the last time you were in hospital? What for [if comfy saying]? Back in 2012 because I had to have intestinal surgery.

When was the last time you went to the dentist? It’s been awhile. :X

Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? I like my primary and the wound specialist doctor I see, but I have issues with my pain doctor.

What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? I think we all have a good sense of humor.

The survey’s ended. I hope you enjoyed it. :) Thanks.

[something-tofightfor]

I would like to know what Logan's most prized possession is (let's use HCTS Logan), if Ryan ever played any sports, what is Caspian's favorite book about (and what does reader think of his choice?), and what Billy's most embarrassing moment was. And I wish you well on your laundry quest.

OH MY GOD THESE WERE SO DAMN FUN. 

(Under a cut because it got long)

Logan’s most prized possession… you might think it’s one of his many pieces of artwork (Right, @its-my-little-dumpster-fire?) … but it’s not. His most prized possession is a picture of him, Juliet and his mother from when Logan was eight.

Jim’s in it, too, but he’s not the focal point of the image - he’s off in the background, on the phone. The three of them are sitting on a deck chair in their back yard; his mom’s wearing a white cover-up and a giant, floppy sun hat, seven year old Juliet’s sitting on the left side of her blue bathing suit, wide open and cheeks scrunched up in a smile as she stares at her brother, and Logan’s on his mom’s  lap, in a pair of batman swim trunks and a huge grin on his face. He’s got the same smile as his mom - same eyes too, and when he looks at himself - skin a little browned from the hours that he and Juliet spent by the pool, freckles visible on his nose and chest, his hair curling around his ears and falling over his forehead, he remembers how simple his life used to be - how happy he was, what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. (He knows again because of you, but… there were a lot of years in-between when this picture was the only thing he had to pull him out of his own head).  

The picture is his most prized possession because it shows him that it wasn’t anything that he did per se to turn Jim away; it was always like that, Jim thought work was more important than family… but he had one supportive parent, one sibling that loved him, one reason to fight. He fought for himself, sure, because he wanted to prove that he wasn’t lying, that he deserved Delos and all of the things that he worked hard for… but he fought for Juliet, too - for that little girl that looked at her brother like he had all the answers, was the only thing she could see.  

 And Logan fought hard.  

 *** 

Ryan and sports… he’s never been on a team - even as a kid, because his mom didn’t want her tall, skinny kid to get hurt… But as a teen and adult, Ryan has found himself playing sports more and more. He’s athletic - has to be, to jump the trains, to keep his breathing even and his body from getting too thin while he’s sleeping on the ground and not living an otherwise “healthy” lifestyle, so whenever he can, Ryan enjoys playing team sports, just to keep himself in shape. 

He’s not particularly fast, but he’s strong, and Ryan can throw a ball like nobody’s business. He and Cowboy would join baseball games in parks whenever they could starting in Ryan’s late teens; he knows how to throw four different pitches well - two different kinds of fastballs (a cutter and a two seam), a curveball and a changeup - and his top speed, which he tested at a state fair in Iowa one summer, and was able to hit two out of three times - was 86.  

He practices - not with ball or anything like that, but sometimes with rocks or pieces of coal he finds on the trains, while they’re speeding through the night, even though they’re not the same weight or size as a baseball. He won’t play a sport that could result in him hurting his hands, so hockey and football are out. He likes to swim, but doesn’t get to as often as he wishes he could.  

 ***

Caspian is an avid reader. When he said that the library was his favorite place, it’s not just because it gave him a place to hide from the responsibilities of being a King and being responsible for literally all of Narnia… he likes learning, too.

 Caspian’s one of the people that enjoys hands on experience because he feels that it helps him to learn and to grow as a person - but he knows that he’s not going to be able to experience everything the world has to offer, no matter how much time he spends on the Dawn Treader or traveling with his men and/or his bride … so he has to rely on books. But his favorite book isn’t an educational book, not like you’d think: Caspian’s favorite book is one of Narnian myths and fables… because he knows all too well that just because something can’t be seen or hasn’t been experienced by the masses, that doesn’t make it impossible.  

He found the book hidden in the library when he was ten or eleven, after a particularly hard lesson by his teacher that resulted in an assignment for Caspian to write a paper on the two most common types of currency, and Caspian was hooked from the moment he pulled the hard-backed volume from a shelf. It had been filed incorrectly; the library custodian was very lazy, but that worked out well for the young Prince.  

He flipped the pages open, front and back covers held tightly in his hands, drawn in by the image of the golden lion on the spine and within only a few moments, his paper was forgotten and Caspian lost himself in long-forgotten stories and legends. He read the book from cover to cover in one sitting, no one coming in to tell him to go to sleep, and the next afternoon, Caspian had taken the book to his teacher, excited and wanting to know if any of the stories could possibly be true… and that was his introduction to the Kings and Queens of Old, of the White Witch, of Narnia’s true history … and of so much more.  

And as for you? You love that Caspian’s beliefs in magic and the possibilities of other places and other people began from a young age. You love that he can tell you stories of his own - and that they align with the things you’ve read, the things that you’ve been told are impossible … that makes them much better. You appreciate the fact that even as King, Caspian won’t ever brush off something that he doesn’t understand just because he’s never experienced it. The two of you have lots of places to go and things to learn together, and you know that with his experience, Caspian will be there every step of the way… and it’ll be your turn to learn something instead of being the one to teach it.  

 *** 

Billy has a lot of embarrassing moments, but he uses them as learning experiences whenever possible. The failed loss of virginity to his teenage girlfriend is one of them, but he knows now that that was just because he was a dumb kid and he was overeager (and he’s never had the same problem with a woman since). 

But another one?  Billy knew that as soon as he turned sixteen, he wanted to get his license, even though he didn’t own a car and didn’t know when he would be able to get one. He wanted to have one just so he had it, so he could pull out his driver’s license and show it off to the girls. So he saved up the money that he earned from recycling cans and bottles and from delivering newspapers, and from helping one of the elderly women that lived near the group home with household chores. 

Mrs. Natkins was actually the woman that took him to the DMV, helped him fill in his information, and quizzed him on his driver’s ed manual. Billy passed the written test in the fewest number of questions possible. He got his learner’s permit on his first try, and was patient when it came to practicing (again, Mrs. Natkins helped him out here, as did another neighbor - a slightly younger woman that was also teaching her daughter Cami how to drive) and even though Billy was a little shit and a typical teenage boy, he wanted his license, so he studied hard.  

But the embarrassing part? When the allotted time had passed and Billy completed his pre-test, taking the driver’s ed course in his high school classes, he went ON THE FIRST DAY HE COULD to take his road test. Mrs. Natkins took him, because she saw how excited he’d been to get his license and how hard he’d worked… Billy stayed in his lane. Billy kept his speed where it needed to be, and he signaled when appropriate. Billy did everything properly except parallel park. Things were going great up until he went to put the car in park, perfectly in between the two other cars… and then he got overexcited, jerked the wheel and took his foot off the brake before he could get it into park… and hit the curb.  

The instructor, regretfully, failed him. Even though it wasn’t a huge thing, it stuck with him - and told Billy that no matter how hard he worked, how well he did something, it isn’t over til it’s over… and while it was an embarrassing thing, having to tell people that he’d failed for such a dumb thing, he didn’t let it deter him from practiciing more and more so that he was sure to pass the next time he took the test … and he passed. Years later, Billy’s parallel parking skills are unmatched - precise, smooth - He could park the Wraith in a too small space with his eyes closed if he needed to… and he did - often.

[galaxy-whiskers]

I was tagged by @bailandonorris, thanks!

1. what is the colour of your hair brush? 

I have a silver paddle brush which I don’t use very often, a transparent and purple swirly coloured (honestly don’t know how else to describe) afro comb, and a regular black comb.

2. name of a food you never eat? 

Tuna, can’t stand it. To be honest, I eat most things if they’re warm, but VERY fussy when it comes to cold food

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? 

Definitely too hot! I still have a fan on in the winter at night time

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? 

Playing Animal Crossing, tried to catch some tarantulas because Flick is on my island but the dodos don’t seem to want to send me to any decent islands so my mission was unsuccessful

5. what’s your favourite candy bar?

That’s a hard one... probably either Cadbury’s marvelous creations with the jelly beans and popping candy, darkmilk, or the one with oreos. Snickers are pretty great too, also Kinder Bueno and just Kinder chocolate in general. Basically, what I’m saying is I love chocolate

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? 

Yes, I went to the London 2012 Olympics to watch show jumping, football and basketball! Have probably been to others? Really want to go to Wimbledon at some point but not sure when I’ll be able to do that. Does dog agility count as sport? Seen it at Crufts multiple times

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? 

‘Night night curly shoes’ - a goodnight wish for my sweet doggo Ivy

8. what is your favourite ice cream? 

I’m a fan of coconut ice cream it has to be said, also honeycomb, and your standard Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough is high up there. Really specifically, the vanilla ice cream from the waffle shop in Cirencester. To be honest, don’t eat much ice cream, not my go-to food choice because I’m lactose intolerant and a lot of it makes me feel sick just thinking about it. Has to be good!

9. what is the last thing you had to drink? 

Some water, absolute health right here (she says drinking her first glass of water all day after about 4 cans of Pepsi Max whoops)

10. do you like your wallet? 

I guess so, yes. Could probably do with a slightly more efficient one but it’s decent

11. what was the last thing you ate? 

A jazz apple from the fridge. We have no pink ladies which are the favourites but jazz are pretty tasty too

12. did you buy any new clothes last week? 

No, only virtual ones in Animal Crossing. I haven’t been clothes shopping in so long and doesn’t look like that will change anytime soon

13. last sporting event you watched? 

Honestly no idea, since all the sport has been cancelled for a while I can’t think what the last thing would have been. Probably Cheltenham races on the telly back in February or March or whenever it was?

14. what’s your favourite flavour of popcorn? 

The classic, salty cinema popcorn. Honestly the best

15. who was the last person you sent a message to? 

Strangely, someone from my secondary school who I haven’t ever spoken to over message before. She posted our leavers video on her Instagram and thought I’d message since I’d been looking for that video for  y e a r s  and sparked a conversation! She never liked me much back in school I don’t think, she was popular and I really wasn’t so I never properly spoke to her. One of my friends had a bit of drama with her, absolutely hated her, but they eventually became best pals. Also her best pal during most of school really didn’t like me for some reason... anyway, had a nice chat, strange how friendly she seems these days

16. ever go camping?

Uhh well... I’ve been 4 times, 2 of which were for D of E and I can safely say I’ve never had a good experience. First time, the people in the tent next to us got arrested at 3AM for drugs or something, second time was my dad’s 40th birthday and my brother didn’t know he was allergic to nuts so eating a cake with mixed nuts on the top didn’t go down well for him... also went to a restaurant on the way there with my granny and got a caterpillar in my salad. Third and fourth times, let’s just say D of E was one of the worst experiences of my life, I’ll leave it at that... would really like to go camping again though to have a good experience, maybe change my mind on it? I don’t know, willing to give it a try

17. do you take vitamins? 

I go through phases, sometimes I take them every day, other times I don’t take them for like 3 months

18. do you go to church every sunday? 

I used to, but as I got older I slowly went less and less until I didn’t go at all. I lost faith I guess? Kind of didn’t feel I belonged there or believed anymore. I loved singing the hymns and our vicar was an absolute lad, we also got biscuits at the end of each service, but over time I decided it wasn’t right for me to keep going. Pretty much all the people that go to ours are your typical white, posh, probably homophobic and hate children type so that put me off. Also after everything that’s happened in mine and other’s lives, I slowly lost the belief in God. If all of it was true, why would these things happen? I guess also my scientific mind was constantly telling me there’s no proof. I think the only reason I went to begin with was because it was a family thing and as a child I believed pretty much everything that was said

19. do you have a tan? 

No, certainly not... used to when I lived in the Caribbean but now I’m pretty much white as a sheet

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? 

A very difficult one... probably chinese? As much as I love pizza, it’s the same issue as the ice cream

21. do you drink soda with a straw? 

Nah not a fan of straws, they taste weird

22. what colour socks do you wear? 

ALL THE COLOURS! I own a pair of socks for every outfit to colour co-ordinate, my sock draw is overflowing

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? 

Strangely, I drive under by quite a bit when no one else is around. It’s the other cars that stress me out and make me go too fast. Also I have a black box so not allowed

24. what terrifies you? 

Good question, lots of things... the sea, pools, tbh water in general, heights, rejection, the current impending doom, large open spaces with no walls I can be against, losing everyone I love, the fact that anyone might be secretly talking about me behind my back because they actually hate me, the list goes on but I won’t continue it

25. look to your left what do you see? 

An empty Pepsi Max can, a glass of water, some crocodile scissors, my Switch, a cranberry scented candle, and some tiny balls of wool

26. what chore do you hate? 

Got to be changing my bed, or washing up when the things have got cold food left on them

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? 

A throwback to year 8

28. what’s your favourite soda?

Pepsi Max

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru? 

It depends who I’m with

30. who was the last person you talked to? 

My mum about a meteor shower and satellites

31. favourite cut of beef? 

A random question... I do like a good rump steak

32. last song you listened to? 

You Make My Dreams by Hall and Oates because I’m using it in my animation project

33. last book you read? 

I’m like part way through Good Omens and have been for quite some time... I have learning difficulties and find reading a lot of effort so don’t read very often

34. can you say the alphabet backwards? 

No, it’s the kind of thing I’d have expected myself to learn at some point but never did

35. how do you like your coffee? 

I don’t like coffee so in the bin

36. favourite pair of shoes? 

My multicoloured Vans, got them in the second week of uni and I’ve loved them ever since

37. the time you normally go to bed? 

Well, currently it’s around 1AM to go to bed, 3AM to sleep. Used to be around 12/1AM sleep but the lockdown has ruined that

38. the time you normally wake up? 

Again, currently it’s around 11:30AM to wake up then 12PM to do things but used to be around 9:30/10AM. To be honest I still sometimes wake up then but I go back to sleep again because I have no reason to exist more than I need

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? 

Sunrise is always nice to watch, but I don’t like getting up early so definitely sunset, especially when you’re at a restaurant or sitting outside somewhere in the countryside

40. how many blankets are on your bed? 

Just the one duvet, but I have a soft fish patterned blanket for when I want something to cuddle with

41. describe your kitchen plates? 

We have some plain white ones and some that are white with leaves around the edges. The edges have a ridged pattern and the rims are gold

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

I don’t drink so no

43. do you play cards? 

Yes, love a good card game! 

44. what colour is your car? 

It’s very nice Caribbean sea blue. Used to be my mum’s car, it’s her favourite colour

45. can you change a tire? 

I probably could if I had to but can’t say I’ve done it before

46. your favourite province? 

I guess that’s counties? Hometown of Gloucestershire is up there, also a fan of Devon. My favourites may have to be Caenarfonshire and Anglesey though after the road trip last year

47. favourite job you’ve had?

Not sure really, I guess it would have to be doing my art commissions

48. how did you get your biggest scar?

The biggest scar I have these days is on my right knuckle between my index and middle finger, it’s very small. I got it from when I was holding a horse still before untacking and he decided that hay was more exciting, caught my hand on a splintered wooden fence and that was that

49. what did you do today that made someone happy? 

Nothing, I’ve only seen my family and even then it was for a short time. Don’t think I make anyone happy these days ahah

It’s now 3:22AM, that took longer than I expected. ‘I’ll go to sleep early today’ I said but I say that every day. Don’t know why I keep lying to myself. 

Anyway, I guess I have to tag someone now, so I tag @duckingpunches !

[standfortheangels]

Instructions: Always repost with the rules, answer the 11 random questions left for you, and leave 11 more for the people you tag!

Tagged by: @illicreatxm

This got long so I’m going to stick it under a read more ^^

1. If you could write any canon character, which would it be and why?

Hm. I’m not sure. I have roleplayed a couple of canons before, but I find it harder to keep the muse for them. I could probably do Elsa okay, I could jump between her locked in the castle personality and her open, welcoming character post-film, which might help, but the inconsistencies in her Over-powered Powers annoy me, so I think I’d add a few limitations in there.

2. Favourite Disney movie?

Maybe Aladdin because Robin Williams is of course amazing and so perfect in that role~ Ohh but there’s also Atlantis.. And Dumbo! Aw no... Let’s just call this my top three before I get carried away >w>

3. Least favourite MCU character?

I haven't seen the more recent ones, so, I can't take into account characters like Thanos or Dr. Strange or, whoever else they've been bringing in. So out of what I've seen, I'd have to go with Bruce Banner/The Hulk.

It seemed in the earlier films that they didn't give much attention to Banner. They were all over using the Hulk to make bits interesting, but Bruce was boiled down to "quiet smart guy who CaN TuRN inTo THE HULK" so, yeah.

And the hulk himself later did like a 180° change for me. In his stand-alone film I think Hulk says like 3 words, maximum. Then rarely talks in his appearances in the other avengers brand films. Cool. We had "Puny God" and that was a-okay. One short, memorable, funny quote seems perfect.

But then what was all that when Whedon got his hands on it? (I mean don't get me started on that, I am really reigning myself back here but) They start off needing ways to calm Hulk down enough to get him back inside and give control back to Bruce, fair enough. But then like... He winds up not letting go of Bruce's body even though he isn't enraged anyway? And suddenly he's emotional enough and smart enough to take- what was it a plane? And seperate himself off from everyone and look all solemnly at Natasha before he does it or something?

Obviously my memory of it isn't great, honestly I stopped paying attention after Natasha's "I'm a monster- not because I was raised in a heartless environment full of violence and raised to literally kill people, that bit's whatever- but because they took away my fertility and now I can't have babies." speech. And that's the last MCU film I watched. I didn't want anything to do with them after seeing what Joss Whedon did with the characters and the overarching plotline and... Everything. x') So I might have gotten some of the hulk stuff wrong.

(I did watch Deadpool though, that I enjoyed~)

4. If you had to create any new character, what occupation would they have?

Ooo good question.

I think something proactive, where they could seek other characters out, but.. I'd kinda like a bad guy~ Someone who lies so much for their job, they have a dual personality to work with. They can be your smiling friendly neighbour, wishing you well on your holiday, then turn around and grit his teeth because this poses a major problem for his mission, and he can't lose his target, so now he has to follow, but he can't do that as your happy neighbour, no, you know he isn't going on holiday, certainly not today, not on your flight, not to the same ski lodge you're going to. No, he has to make a new cover- maybe say his neice phoned him with a family emergency and he'll be leaving to go be with her a while. Then shed this identity, find out where his target is going, quickly pose as some other tourist who blends into the background and get to the lodge first, all the while planning out some plausible skiing accident he can set up.

Wow that got more detailed than I expected x'D I think I just reinvented hitman, whoops.

5. Favourite sport?

[Image ID: Kiki from Kiki’s Delivery Service, laughing hysterically.]

My biggest concern when I'm on my feet is not falling over so, obviously sports aren't really my deal. x')

I used to swim a lot when I was a kid, I loved that, but, don't do it now.

And I'm not really into watching sports either tbh. Most of it seems over-hyped. Most football teams (real football, it is not soccer. The hint is in actual football, the ball, is hit, with your feet. Picking it up and running with it and then sometimes kicking it does not qualify as football, come on USA. Your thing is closer to Rugby than Football.)

Anyway most teams aren't much better or worse than any other if you actually watch objectively, which makes it look like they both suck because they're too well matched to score goals more than once in a blue moon.

Rugby I don't really understand the appeal of either. Scrums are weird and it wouldn't be entirely bizarre to see a guy walking away from the game with blood down his face and an ear in his hand. You'd almost expect him to stick the ear on ice and be back in a few minutes with his bandages on.

Really the only sports than interest me are the gymnastic types. Ice skating is good for a while but it can start getting dull if you don't have people willing to break the mould a bit. (Which is why I absolutely love the free skate bit. Where they aren't being scored and they just do whatever the hell they want, omg I live for that)

Floor routines are awesome, the pommel horse and rings are usually a little samey for me but the one with those two bars at different heights, that's fun to watch~ there's a little more variety there.

(And I don't wanna hear anyone in the replies saying these aren't sports, every example there including figure skating is a separate event in the Olympics, so. There.)

6. What’s your dream car?

I don’t really have one. At this point in my life I don’t actually have the option to learn to drive so I haven’t really thought about it. My only criteria is, it has to have a nice face. x)

Since I was tiny I have always seen cars as faces. The headlights would be eyes, and usually the number plate would be the mouth, but some cars have other stuff like a grill that might be the mouth instead. So like...

This would be a grumpy car with a pig-like nose and frown.. Actually those look like jowels either side of the mouth part. It looks kind of like a bulldog. X’)

And this would be a happy car. That black part around the number plate it wide and smile-shaped, and the headlights- rounded on top and straighter on the bottom, like the little creases we get when we scrunch up our eyes laughing~

This car looks like someone just said something really stupid to it, and it is not impressed, and lets the silence hang not knowing what to say.

Happy car

Terminator car

Happy car but in a mean way.. Like it’s on its way to cause mayhem or poking fun at someone. You get the general idea -w-

7. A movie that you think should have a sequel?

Hmm... this is a toughie.

8. A movie sequel that you think should be deleted from existence?

I don’t remember which number it was or even the title, but the Shrek sequel where Shrek like, hates having kids so much he makes a deal to change time? And Fiona winds up as like a vicious warrior leader because no-one ever saved her from the tower, and rumplestiltskin is in it? What even was that...

9. Design your dream outfit using this game ?

I wouldn’t say this really is my dream outfit, but from the options on offer~

(also discounting the enormous hair bun >w>;)

10. Favourite fairytale?

I’m not sure if this actually counts as a fairytale, but I love the story of the jolly roger. That classic skull and crossbones flag has a story behind it that a lot of people don’t know.

In a nutshell, a man (i guess a pirate) develops an intense crush on a young woman, who is about to get married. But just before her wedding, she dies. She is buried, but the man doesn’t take death for an answer. He digs her up and has sex with her body. When he’s done, a disembodied voice speaks to him, telling him that he has basically impregnated this corpse, and to come back in nine months.

For some reason, he does. He digs up the woman again. And sat below her pelvis is a small skull and two bones. The disembodied voice tells him to take these bones with him on his ventures, and they will bring him luck.

It’s bizarre, and kinda gross, and.. I dunno if being rewarded for sexually desicrating a corpse is the best moral? x’) But I was amazed when I heard this story, because I’d had no idea there was this whole tale behind the flag~ and I still love that it exists~

11. Create an avatar of your favourite muse using this creator? ?

First, it’s so cruel to ask me to pick my favourite child how dare you >w> haha

I went with Chester though because he’s the one I’m usually most connected to.

I can’t think of anyone I want to tag right now (at least not anyone who hasn’t probably done this already), but I’ll put the new 11 questions for anyone who does feel like doing this~ :) __

1. What’s one thread/plot you really want to do that you haven’t had chance to yet?

2. What is the reason for, or meaning behind, your blog icon?

3. Do you have any pets? Tell us a bit about them!

4. What is one thing you would never want to change about your appearance?

5. There is an ultra secret spy group, and you’ve just uncovered their existence. Now they say that you must either work for them, or they’ll find a permanent way to keep you quiet. What kind of work would you offer to do for them?

6. If you met your muse in real life, how do you think the two of you would get along? (multi-muse blogs, pick one of your muses at random.)

7. You have been given a huge budget to remake one film in your own vision. You can change anything, add anything, choose the cast, you have no limits. What would you do?

8. What is one skill you wish you could automatically master?

9. A genie offers you a deal. An unlimited lifelong supply of one food of your choice... But, you have to sacrifice your ability to chew. Does any food still tempt you?

10. What do you think is the funniest animal?

11. Share one memory you have that makes you happy to think about~

[welllpthisishappening]

Hi! So, I have a promt for u, but first a little backstory: I’m from Spain, and I remember when I worked at my parents shop and there were this bracelets everybody was CRAZY about one summer, as in every day ten people would come in asking for them, because Sara Carbonero -sports reporter and Iker Casillas, goalie for the football national team, gf - wore them. It was after Spain son the word cup in 2010. Look into them, there was a very cute kiss. So, prompt: Emma starts a trend with her laces?

Hey, hi, hello there! This has been sitting in my inbox for a millennia and I am so, so sorry for that. I am also so, so sorry because this is not exactly the prompt you asked for. There are laces involved and some dad!Killian feels and, like, New Year’s Eve somehow? It’s a mess of fluff, honestly. 

Anyway, 2018 has been some kind of something for just about everyone and I can’t say I’m not excited to see it go. I’ve spent a lot of time stress-writing fic, particularly, hockey fic and I know that there are other hockey stories out there and other Rangers stories out there, but it genuinely warms the cockles of my entire soul that you guys continue to have thoughts and feelings about these Rangers and this ridiculous hockey team. This is (clearly) my favorite ‘verse to write in and it’s kind of my spot to write when everything else is nonsense. 

It is a joy to write these stories and a thrill that anyone wants to read them. I wish you guys nothing but the absolute best in 2019 and maybe the Rangers can keep winning in regulation. 

“Hit him, hit him, hit him.”

Killian leaned back, resting his head against the door as it closed behind him and the voice on the other side of the apartment was barely audible. It was, however, fairly determined.

Or as determined as a voice could be when, presumably, watching a replay of the game he’d finished playing in a few hours before.

“C’mon, hit him,” Emma hissed, and he liked to imagine that there was some hand flailing going on as well. Of course, he’d be able to confirm that if he moved, but every single inch of him was sore and tired and he had, in fact, played a hockey game a few hours before. “Oh my God,” Emma continued, a thump that might have been most of her body weight dropping back onto the couch. She’d been pacing.

Killian moved.

The floor creaked underneath him, toeing out of his shoes and kicking his equipment bag further into the corner. He didn’t take his jacket off.

And Emma was slumped in the middle of the couch, hair splayed out behind her and a distinct lack of pants on.

He felt his eyes bug.

She didn’t stop watching the game.

“Why do you not know how to get the puck out of the zone?”

Killian tilted his head. “Me specifically?”

“You in the general sense of the entire New York Rangers franchise,” she amended. “But mostly Phillip. Especially Phillip—God, get it out.”

“They don’t score here, you know.”

“Hey, c’mon, don’t spoil it.”

He scoffed, loosening the tie around his neck and glancing at the rather impressive arrangement of only recently-built baby furniture in the corner of the room. “Sleeping,” Emma mumbled, answering a question he hadn’t asked. “Only just. Which is why I don’t want you to spoil the game for me. We didn’t see, well, much of any of it, honestly.”

“Wasn’t interested in watching in real time, huh?”

Emma made a noise – not quite dismissive, but slightly exhausted and it may have had more to do with the Rangers inability to clear the puck in the opening minutes of the first period than the sleeping habits of Margaret. Who, it seemed, in her first few days of existence was bound and determined to drive both of her parents crazy.

And, maybe, terrify them just a bit. That may have just been Killian. Because he’d been the one who’d spent most of the night pacing in a hospital hallway and they’d only just gotten back from D.C. and he wasn’t sure he’d taken a deep breath the entire time, several medical terms bouncing between his ears and around his heart and—

“Shoot!”

His eyes flickered back towards the screen, the puck on his stick and he didn’t shoot. Emma mumbled several rather impressive curses under her breath.

“Where did you expect me to shoot there?” Killian asked, and Emma rolled her eyes. And shrugged. And made that noise again.

“I really have no idea,” she admitted, nodding towards the few inches of space to her left. And it only took a moment for the metaphorical light bulb to go off over her head, a few blinks and a quirk of her lips that never failed to make his heart sputter just a bit against his rib cage and it was fine.

She was fine.

Margaret was fine.

They were fine.

It was New Year’s Eve. He wasn’t sure how that factored into it, but he was certain it had to mean something good.

They’d won the game.

Killian didn’t say that. Spoilers or something.

“You don’t have to watch this, love,” Killian said, another laugh when Emma mumbled something that sounded distinctly like take your coat off, God under her breath. He nudged her up slightly with his shoulder, shifting until he was almost comfortable and he wasn’t really surprised when she curled against his side, head on his thigh and arm draped across him.

He let his fingers move through her hair. She sighed.

“I want to. I’m just—when’s the last time I showered?”

It would have been absolutely impossible to kiss her – a ridiculous twist of his body that would have infuriated Ariel when it inevitably did something drastic to his back, but Killian made an effort and Emma burrowed further against him, a solid weight of warmth and certainty and fine that he kept reminding himself of.

Even when he was on the ice.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t taken the shot.

“You can do that now, Swan,” Killian muttered, fingers still moving as his gaze darted from the game to the somehow-still sleeping infant on the other side of the room. “I promise I’ll be able to tell you what happened in the game.”

She laughed softly, the sound pressed into his pants and, like, his entire soul. He knew he couldn’t actually feel her smile, but it was comforting to imagine, particularly when Emma tugged her legs up under her, a bundle of limbs and that distinct lack of pants.

“How’d you get out of post?”

“Where are your pants?”

“I promise, your story is way more interesting,” Emma said, and he could hear the smile. “Seriously though, did Phillip just—forget how to pass?”

“Arthur broke a whiteboard on that one.”

“Maybe you’re too fast, honestly.”

“I think that’s a compliment,” Killian pointed out. “Don’t put pants on, ok?”

Her answering laugh had a distinct air of exhaustion to it, but there was a hint of something that may have been happiness and two kids and he did eventually take a shot that went into the back of the net. He kind of wanted to watch Emma watch that.

What a weirdo.

Margaret made a noise in the crib – both Killian and Emma’s head snapping towards the sound. He dug his teeth into his lip, barely daring to blink, let alone breathe and—

“Nothing,” Emma mumbled after five seconds that felt like five impossibly long lifetimes. “You going to answer the question though?”

“About Phillip’s inability to pass in the neutral zone?”

“And the board work. God, tell Arthur to practice that tomorrow. There are drills for that, right?”

Killian nodded. “Several thousand, I’d imagine. Was that honestly the question?”

“How’d you get out of post?”

“I did not totally get out of post,” he said, clicking his tongue when Scarlet was whistled for slashing. “They score here.”

Emma groaned. “Oh my God. What did we say about spoilers?”

“I’m really not sure you’re going to make it to the end of the game, Swan.”

“You doing are an absolutely horrible job of deflecting this conversation, you know. I’m going to tell Rubes.”

“I think she’s a little preoccupied with some other things.”

Emma lifted her head, an awkward twist to her neck that Killian would have mentioned if he wasn’t admittedly distracted by the pull of her eyebrows and whatever she was doing with her mouth. Twisting it or something. It was probably because of the pants thing, honestly. And the baby. He was a mess of human emotions and feelings and come-from-behind victories.

And blowing off post.

Kind of.

“Did Ruby sneak you out of post?”

“There was no sneaking involved,” Killian promised, groaning softly when Emma swung her legs over his. She kissed his cheek. “Ask Lucas. We just walked out.”

“Sticking it to the system and the NHL’s player policy, huh? Did you see Mattie?”

“That was part of the reason for leaving.”

“Ah, you can’t say stuff like that, I’m definitely still all hormonal.”

“I mean if you’re going to swoon over my paternal tendencies, I’m not going to stop you.”

“Did he go in the locker room?”

“Nearly ran me over to get in there,” Killian grinned, and it was easier to press a kiss to her temple now. “Told me I played really fast—“

“—I told you!”

Killian hummed. “Wait until the second period,” he murmured against Emma’s hair, laughing slightly when she swore again. “Anyway, he ran me over, nearly broke several sticks, charmed the whole place and presumably left with Locksley, according to the plan.”

“Presumably.”

“I’d imagine it took some time to get out of there. He had several thoughts about Phillip as well. Although yours are a little more coarse, love.”

“Yeah, well, if the three-year-old starts swearing in Norwegian, we might have bigger problems on our hands than whatever fine you’re going to get.”

“I’m not going to get fined.”

“No?”

Killian shook his head. “Lucas was certain it’d work. Plus, I didn’t even score the game-winner.”

“The spoilers,” Emma growled, swatting at his chest and scrunching her nose when he wrapped his fingers around her wrist. She exhaled when he kissed her knuckles, quick presses of his lips across the back of her hand and towards her wrist and that was part of the reason too.

Her very bare wrist.

“It’s almost the second period,” Killian reasoned, nodding back towards the TV.

“There are ten minutes left in the first.”

He groaned when Emma dug the hell of her hand into his stomach again, snapping up as soon as the announcer’s voices picked up and it was ridiculous. The whole goddamn thing – because there was a three-year-old with incredibly pointed hockey opinions and a baby that he’d been calling Peggy when they were by themselves and he’d been so goddamn nervous, terrified, a pacing, frustrated mess who’d only sat down because Regina had told him, somewhere in the realm of four in the morning, that he was going to do permanent damage to both of your hamstrings. But there had been so many machines and everything kept beeping and—

“Hey,” Emma muttered, tugging lightly on the tie he’d forgotten he was still wearing. “What just happened?”

“What?”

“You got all distant. Were you also thinking about how shitty Phillip is playing in this game.”

“No.”

“Oh, that was a much quicker objection than I was expecting,” Emma said, one side of her mouth tilting up into something that was almost a smile. It probably would have been if the bags under her eyes weren’t quite so obvious and there wasn’t still a slight tinge to her skin, not quite grey, but not quite flushed and Killian pressed his lips to her forehead before he considered all the reasons he didn’t have to.

“I really love that you think that,” Killian mumbled. He didn’t move his head. He was totally going to keep calling the baby Peggy.

“Think what? Are you speaking in tongues? Because I really can’t remember when I showered last and the pants thing was this whole disaster, so it’s not—“

“You really don’t have to put pants back on.”

It was a real smile that time. “Noted. What do you love? And seriously why did you walk out of post?”

“You.”

He hadn’t meant for it to sound quite like a promise or a pledge or several thousand statements on the record that would spark several more thousand internet clicks, but that’s what it was and what it always had been and Emma’s tongue darted between her lips.

“Always,” Killian added softly, brushing his thumb over the curve of her jaw. “And on both fronts. I, well—it’s a little late, but…”

It wasn’t easy to shift both of them – exhaustion and post-game bumps and bruises, but Emma moved as soon as she realized what was going on, a hint of curiosity in the pinch between her eyebrows. “We were kind of busy around Christmas,” he added, tugging the laces out of his pocket and Emma might have gasped.

Her hand flew to her mouth, so it was kind of hard to tell.

“No way,” Emma mumbled into her palm, and Killian had to blink so he didn’t feel as if every single human emotion he was currently feeling overwhelmed him entirely. “Oh that is so…stupid.”

Killian’s whole body moved when he laughed, loud enough that his eyes darted towards the crib again. Nothing. “Stupid?” he echoed, Emma nodding before he’d even finished the word.

“So stupid. It’s—I can’t believe…no, that’s totally a lie. I knew you were going to do it, as soon as Mattie broke the last ones.”

“That’s kind of disappointing, honestly. I don’t want my game to be so one-dimensional.”

“Far too confident in your own humor.”

“That was funny, Swan, admit it,” Killian said, nosing at her cheek until he felt the end of her lips tick up. “And I didn’t really think about it after Mattie broke ‘em.”

“No?”

“No.”

It had been an accident – a few months before and a very enthusiastic kid who was very excited at the prospect of camp and trying to get on the ice and Emma had lunged, doing her best to keep him off that very same ice when there was an actual practice going on and the second pair of laces snapped in rather dramatic fashion in Tarrytown.

She’d promised there was some kind of relationship irony to that.

But then there’d been a season and Emma had been pregnant and there’d been games and skates and the thought of replacing laces hadn’t even occurred to Killian until he was pacing out a small semicircle in a hospital room, a dozing infant in his arms and mumbled words falling out of his lips and he stopped as soon as he saw the distinct lack of anything on his wife’s left wrist.

So a plan was formed.

Kind of.

There were still games, after all. And a baby.

“I wanted to have it for Christmas,” Killian said, voice dropping of its own accord and the first period was over. “But that got—“

The words caught in his throat, lips suddenly dry and eyes far too wide to be healthy. Emma shifted, twisting until she had either one of her legs on the side of his hips and he refused to be held accountable for whatever sound he made as soon as her fingers moved through his hair.

He closed his eyes.

“You know you keep calling her Peggy when you think I can’t hear you.”

He smiled. “Are you stalking me, Swan?”

“Only because I’m super attracted to your paternal tendencies. It’s almost getting ridiculous.”

“Seriously, do not put pants on for the rest of the night.”

“I don’t think any of them are clean, so…”

Killian laughed, some of the inexplicable tension that had been lingering between his shoulder blades for the last ten days dissipating. He ducked his head, catching Emma’s lips with his own and it wasn’t anything more than a bit cautious and a little hopeful, but it felt like coming home and scoring the game winner and settling back into a skating rhythm that could maybe make some kind of playoff run this season.

“I really like Peggy,” Emma whispered against his mouth. “Did Rubes help you steal laces too?”

“Nah, that was all Banana.”

“Naturally. Are they from—“

“Yeah,” Killian nodded when she trailed off, and the tears on her cheeks were somehow almost, kind of, sort of nice. “It was a very impressive goal. Lots of speed up the side of the ice and a ridiculous angle.”

“You sound very confident, Cap.”

“Got me a star.”

Emma beamed. “Yeah?”

“Second, but you know it wasn’t the game-winner, so…”

“I don’t care. I—“ She took a deep breath, tongue flashing between her lips again and shoulders shifting slightly and he wasn’t really surprised by the kiss that time either. Or the way her hand cupped the side of his face, like she was trying to memorize him or keep him and he would have willingly sat there in the corner of the couch for the rest of his goddamn life.

Fines be damned.

“I love you,” Emma said, no trace of anything except honest and a slightly distracting lack of pants. She twisted again, moving her arm in between them and flipping her hand over. “And I know—well, it was kind of terrifying there for a second, huh?”

“A little.”

“A lot. I…I know if I try and apologize you’re going to tell me—“

“—You don’t have anything to apologize for, Swan.”

“See, this is the interrupting I was prefacing,” she grumbled, another quick kiss that left his stomach slightly knotted. “But, well, it was…God, I’m so tired, I can’t come up with another word except terrifying. I just—I knew, I hoped it would be fine and I was fairly confident in modern medicine, but I started thinking about not being here for you and the kids and—“

Emma sighed again, more tears and lips pressed together tightly. “I love you,” she shrugged, as if that weren’t the single most important sentence the world. “And that angle is ridiculous. It’s…I don’t even understand how it works.”

“I’m a very talented hockey player.”

“And a really, really good dad.”

“I hope.”

“I know,” Emma promised, wiggling her fingers. “Plus, it’s stupid attractive when you score.”

“That so?”

“Like every single time. It’s good Peggy’s asleep, I don’t want to scar her for life this early.”

“She’ll get used to it.”

Killian didn’t mention that Emma used the nickname either, but the glint in her eye made it almost too obvious she knew. “That’s definitely the right approach,” she laughed. “You going to give me my laces or, like, what’s your plan here?”

He slid the laces on her wrist.

And Emma did, actually, see the goal, mumbling ridiculously fast against him as soon as he crossed the blue line, but it only took a few more moments for her eyelashes to flutter and her breathing to even out and Killian tried not to wake her when Peggy fussed midway through the third period – a few minutes before midnight.

“Hey little love,” he whispered, pulling her out of the crib and rocking back and forth, a quiet rhythm that felt a little bit like being back in skates. “You missed the goal, you know. That’s ok. We’ll get some more later this week.”

She didn’t answer, just squirmed against him and twisted towards the TV and that was hardly playing fair.

“Yeah,” Killian continued. “Tie game. It’s gets very dramatic at the end.”

More squirming. And blinking. And a rather impressive attempt to yank on his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s at least be comfortable when Phillip makes up for all those turnovers from before.”

And Killian barely noticed the clock ticking past midnight, far too preoccupied with the baby in his arms and the feeling in his chest and Peggy did, eventually, stop squirming – enough for a few more moments of sleep that ensured neither one of them saw the game-winner.

They watched it in the morning, Emma’s hair still damp from the shower and the laces on her wrist sticking to her skin.

[frost-queen]

Baby Serpent (Pregnant!reader x Sweet Pea)

Requested by @laurastrutz

Your life had changed so much in the past months. Ever since Hiram Lodge bought the Southside you had to be transferred to Riverdale High.

First days are always hard but being pregnant didn’t make it easy, thank God, your boyfriend Sweet Pea always did his best for you.

You were awoken from your thoughts when Sweet pea placed his hand on your knee “You alright love?”

You faintly smiled at him and nodded. You then stared again through the car window, watching the houses pass by.

Sweet Pea often looked over at you while driving to see if you were doing okay. As the scenery of the houses changed you sighed.

“It’s just for a while” – Sweet Pea said, knowing why you sighed.

“I just wished we could stay at our school” – you said disappointed, still looking away.

“I know sweetie, I know” – Sweet Pea replied soft.

“What if everyone calls me out” – you said getting more frustrated.

“They won’t” – He said, “because If they do, they’ll have to deal with me”.

You smiled faintly and looked at him “What would I do without you?”

He chuckled and as he stopped in front of a red light he gave you a quick kiss.

You noticed you were getting closer to Riverdale High and placed your hands around your stomach, trying to feel the baby.

“We’ll be fine Y/n” – he said more to himself to encourage him.

Finally, you arrived at Riverdale high and you noticed Jughead and Toni were waiting in front of the building.

As Sweet Pea got out they rushed towards him, you kept sitting in the car for a moment.

“Hey lovebirds” – Toni said as she stood next to Sweet Pea who was taking out his backpack from the car.

“Hey Toni” – he replied and closed the trunk.

“Is everything alright with Y/n?” – Jughead said as he noticed you were still in the car.

Sweet Pea frowned and walked over to your door. He knocked on the window, startling you.

“Is she okay?” – Toni asked concerned “Not something with the baby, is it?”.

Sweet Pea shook his head because he knew exactly what was going on.

“Why don’t you guys go already, I’ll take care of Y/n”

They both nodded and before Toni left she said, “Make sure my princess is taken care of”.

As they left Sweet Pea opened the door and kneeled in front of you “You alright Y/n?”

“Sure” – you lied but you were terrified of their reactions.

He grabbed your hands and placed a soft kiss on them “You know I won’t let them hurt you”.

“I know” – you said smiling faintly “I just wish I could disappear”.

“But then I can’t show my beautiful princesses to the rest” – he said laughing.

You giggled and Sweet Pea placed a kiss on your forehead “Let’s get inside” – he said gesturing his head towards the entrance.

You took one last deep breath and got out of the car. Immediately you could see people looking over at you and whispering.

Sweet Pea grabbed your backpack and placing it over his shoulder, he then grabbed your hand and lead you inside.

In the hallway the eyes and whispering got ten times worse. You tried to look confident but it was getting harder and harder for you.

Sweet Pea gave everyone a mean look if they ever gave you a wrong look.

Still holding your hand, he sometimes held it tighter to make sure you were by his side.

Jughead and Toni joined the two of you and together all of you walked the hallways if they were yours.

At the end of the hallway some North-siders stood waiting for you: a red-haired boy, Another boy and Hiram Lodge’s daughter.

You all stopped in front of them as they welcomed you.

“I want to officially welcome you all to Riverdale High, I am Veronica” – she said cheery.

Jughead rolled his eyes and Toni looked unamused.

“to ease this transition, I’ve put up a registration desk where you can get you classes, locker assignment and a list of sports and after school events”.

You were kind of hiding behind Jughead because you were worried what they might say about you being pregnant.

As she kept babbling about the school spirit and stuff Sweet Pea looked at you and gave you a quick wink.

You eased a bit and relaxed your senses, just as you felt comfortable some students came down the stairs.

“Stand down Veronica” – the girl with Ginger hair shouted, while the whole football team paraded next to her.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” – Jughead said knowing exactly to what this might lead.

Cheryl” – Veronica said, “No one invited fascist Barbie to the party”

“Wrong” – Cheryl said back “No one invited South-side scum to our school”.

You noticed all the serpents were getting tenser.

Veronica tried to calm everyone down “Look let’s just be nice to each other okay”.

“I’m sorry but I won’t sit next to trash”.

“You wanne say that to my face” - Toni said getting all defensive.

Everyone started to move and you were in sight now.

“Ohhh” – Reggie said holding his fist in front of his mouth “She’s pregnant”.

Everyone immediately turned their attention to you.

Cheryl laughed and a devious smile appeared on her face “Everyone look at this south-sider, she’s knocked up I always knew you people were animals.”

Jughead had to hold back Sweet Pea or he would have punched her in the face.

Everyone started to laugh and you felt ashamed.

Toni stepped closer to Cheryl “You wanne say that again”

Jughead was now holding both Toni and Sweet Pea back.

“You think her baby will be as ugly as her?” – Reggie asked Cheryl, taunting you.

Sweet Pea was getting more defensive but Jughead still held him tight.

“Calm down” – he said to him, but he just growled.

“I bet the father is a Jingle Jangle addict since that stuff comes from them” – Cheryl said answering Reggie

“That’s it” – Sweet Pea yelled waving his fists in the air.

“Looks like we found the father” – Reggie replied laughing.

Sweet Pea got free from Jughead’s grip and stormed towards Reggie “You son of a b*tch”.

He then punched Reggie in the face. Reggie fell and Sweet Pea jumped on top of him, still handing out punches.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you started to cry and made your way through the serpents who were on edge and ready to fight.

As you squeezed yourself between the serpents you started to cry even more. Jughead looked back at you and saw you run away.

He quickly rushed towards Sweet Pea and tried to pull him of Reggie.

“Sweet Pea get of him Y/n needs you” – he would yell at him as he tried to release Reggie from his grip.

All the students watched the fight and called each other out, North-side against South-side.

You pushed open the doors and ran outside, you didn’t care anymore.

Jughead was still trying to talk sense into Sweet Pea as the Principal arrived and started to yell at everyone.

Sweet Pea finally let go of Reggie and Jughead held him.

“All south-siders Detention!” – he yelled at everyone.

Sweet Pea quickly looked around but he couldn’t find you.

“Where’s Y/n” – he yelled desperate.

“She ran outside” – Jughead said calming him down.

He wanted to run outside but the Principal started to lead everyone to detention.

Jughead winked at Sweet Pea and he created a diversion so he could escape and look for you.

Sweet Pea quickly ran outside as all the others went into detention.

“Y/n!” – he called out, sweat manifesting on his forehead “Where are you?”.

He kept looking around and running to any possible place you could go.

“Y/n!” – he called out again, slightly panicking “Y/n!”

He was at the brink of losing it, desperately running his hands through his hair.

He then heard soft whimpering and he ran as fast as he could towards the sound.

You were sitting against a wall, crying.

Once he saw you, he let out a sigh of relief that he had found you.

“Y/n thank God, I was so worried” – he said as he kneeled in front of you, placing his hand on your knee.

“I knew it” – you said crying “I knew they would make fun of me”.

Sweet Pea was still breathing heavily from running but he pulled you close and comforted you.

“It’s alright Y/n, I’m here”.

You kept crying and Sweet Pea felt anger come up again “I should have protected you more”

You buried your face against his chest and he placed his head on top of yours.

“I’m sorry you have a girlfriend like me” – you said soft.

“What …” – he said in confusion “You are the best girlfriend ever and I can’t live without you Y/n”.

“I don’t belong here” – you said burying your face deeper into his chest.

“I know …” – he said soft “None of us do”.

He pulled you away to face you “But just so you know, that other guy is pretty messed up”.

You smiled soft “My hero.”

Sweet Pea pulled you up and kissed you passionate.

“I love you my princess”

“I love you to” – you replied.

As you wanted to walk back you felt a pain in your stomach, you reached to it.

“You alright Y/n?” – Sweet Pea said desperate.

The pain became more painful and you pulled on Sweet Pea’s shirt.

“Y/n!” – he yelled as he tried to support you.

“I think the baby is coming?” – you said scared.

“What … What do I do?” – Sweet Pea said trying to stay calm.

“Get the car!” – you shouted in pain at him, pulling his shirt hard.

He didn’t hesitate and picked you up and ran with you towards the car.

Sweet Pea drove as fast as he could to the hospital as you kept screaming in pain.

“Y/n sweetie, Breath” – Sweet Pea would say to calm you down “Just breath”.

You tried to do your breathing exercises but the pain was to overwhelming.

Sweet Pea kept manoeuvring between cars and keeping an eye out for you.

Quickly parking his car, he jumped out the car and called out for a nurse.

Someone quickly came to you side and placed you in a wheelchair rushing you towards the delivery room.

Sweet Pea ran next to you, holding your hand.

As you came near to a huge door the doctor stopped him from entering.

“No I need to be with her, I’m the father” – he quickly said as they moved on with you.

The doctor nodded and leaded Sweet Pea to the delivery room.

After a time of pain and sweat you could hear a little baby cry.

Sweet pea started to smile and he stroke your forehead “We did it”.

You laughed with tears as the doctor placed your baby girl in your arms.

Sweet Pea kissed your forehead and then looked at his new baby princess.

You were overwhelmed with joy to finally hold your baby girl and Sweet Pea couldn’t wait to be a perfect father and husband.

He wanted to ask you to marry him after the birth of your baby girl and you would gladly accept.

Other Riverdale imagine:

Hold my heart (Reader x Sweet Pea)

Taking the blame (Reader x Sweet Pea)

Fire meets Gasoline (Reader x Jughead)

You are my everthing ( Reader x Archie)

[barchiefanfiction]

Guilty Hearts - Chapter 7

by keiraknighted

AO3 // ff.net

By Monday, word has spread about Veronica and Archie’s break up. Betty assumes Veronica told Cheryl and Cheryl told everyone else.

She and Archie don’t walk to school together. She’s not sure if there’s sides in the Archie/Veronica break up, but if there is, she’s definitely supposed to be on Veronica’s. So they decide it’s best to keep their distance at school.

She locks eyes with him at lunch as he crosses the cafeteria to join Reggie at his table with some of the other guys from the football team.

Betty’s own table consists of just herself, Veronica and Kevin. Betty hastily drops her gaze lest anyone notice the two of them eye fucking across the cafeteria.

Veronica appears to be doing better. At least, she’s not bawling her eyes out anymore. But she goes a little pale when she sees Archie and she quickly starts talking about the lack of healthy lunch options at this school. Something Betty knows Veronica has never given a shit about. But anything to distract herself from her heartache.

After lunch, Betty finds Archie waiting for her at her locker. She slows when she sees him, looking around nervously.

“What are you doing?” she hisses when she gets close. Archie gets out of the way so Betty can open her locker. “We’re supposed to be avoiding each other.”

“I just wanted to ask you something,” he says.

“Which is?”

Archie leans close and Betty shivers, feeling his hot breath against her cheek.

“Are you wearing that short skirt just to tease me?”

Betty stops suddenly. She glances at him. “And what if I am?”

“I wish we didn’t have to keep this a secret,” Archie groans.

“I’ll come over after school, I promise,” Betty whispers.

Archie nods. He clears his throat. “Thanks, Betty,” he says loudly. “I’d never pass math without you.”

He gives her a wink and Betty rolls her eyes before watching him leave. She pulls her books out of her locker and slams it shut. She almost jumps out of her skin when she sees Jughead standing there.

“You must think I’m a complete idiot,” he says. It’s the first thing he’s said to her since their break up. Hell, it’s the first time he’s even looked at her.

“What are you talking about?” Betty asks.

“You and Archie are together.”

Betty stares at him. “No, we’re not.”

“My dad said you were at Archie’s Friday night and basically all of Saturday,” Jughead says. “Right after he broke up with Veronica.”

Betty glances around. She grabs Jughead and drags him into the nearest empty classroom. “Archie and I are friends,” she says, once they have their privacy. “I can stay at his house.”

Jughead snorts. “Come on, Betty,” he sneers. “Show me some common decency. You owe me the truth.”

Betty bites her lip. He’s right. Doesn’t she owe him at least that? And if he’s already figured it out, what’s the point in denying it? “Fine,” she sighs. “You’re right. We’re together. Are you happy?”

Jughead shakes his head, looking at her like she’s lost her mind. “Happy?” he scoffs. “Not even close. “But at least I’m not as crazy and paranoid as I thought I was.”

“I’m really sorry, Jug,” Betty whispers. “I really did love you, and I never cheated on you.”

“Whatever, Betty,” Jughead shakes his head. “You know, I was on my way to forgiving you. Now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

Tears well in Betty’s eyes. She hates that she hurt him. Hates that they’ll never be able to go back to the friendship they had before.

Jughead turns to go.

“Wait, Jug,” Betty calls after him. She hates that she has to ask him this. She knows he’ll hate her even more. “Don’t tell Veronica, please?”

Jughead gives her a look of disgust. “Like I said. Whatever, Betty. But if you think she’s not going to find out some other way, you’re an idiot.”

Betty nods. Jughead gives her one last scathing look before he leaves the classroom.

  Betty is pretty sure a secret relationship is supposed to be exciting. And it is, sometimes. It is when they get home from school and she can finally get her hands on him. It is when they share a look across the classroom and her heart speeds up. And it is when she walks past him in the hallway and they brush hands just for a moment and she knows no one can tell how much they yearn for each other.

But other times, it’s just terrifying. It’s like she’s walking on eggshells, trying not to look at him too long, or talk about him too much, in case someone figures it out. She’s worried Jughead is going to tell someone and Veronica will find out. She can’t relax while she’s at school because she might slip up, and life as she knows it would be forever altered.

She wonders how long they’ll have to keep this up. Weeks? Month? Years? She would, if she had to. But she’d also love to scream to the whole world how much she loves Archie Andrews.

Cheryl Blossom’s pool party is definitely not the place to do it, though.

She doesn’t even know why she’s going, except that everyone else is, and it’s kind of hot, so why not?

She and Veronica show up together, and upon seeing Archie already in the pool, Veronica grabs Betty by the arm and leads her to the pool house.

“We have to put our drinks in the fridge,” Veronica says. It’s a valid excuse for avoiding Archie, except that their drinks are in a cooler full of ice and they don’t really need to put their drinks in the fridge, but Betty is happy to go along with it. It’s probably best if she avoids Archie too. She’s already well aware of how attracted to Archie she is when he’s all wet and half naked. She doesn’t need everyone at the party to see her drooling over him.

When they exit the pool house, it looks like the boys have started a game of pool basketball, complete with little plastic basketball hoops at each end of the pool.

“Betty!” Archie calls, swimming to the edge. “Come and play. The other team could really use you. They’re getting thrashed.”

Betty laughs. “Is that right. Who’s the other team?”

“It’s Kevin and Moose vs me and Reggie,” Archie says.

Betty is about to agree. She glances at Veronica.

“You should play too, Ronnie,” Archie says, hesitant.

Veronica shrugs. “I don’t want to get my hair wet,” she says. Betty watches as Veronica stalks away to sit on a lounger next to Cheryl.

“If I play the teams will be uneven,” Betty points out.

“Midge will play,” Moose says. “Won’t you, Midge?” he yells.

“But we get Betty!” Kevin says.

“Screw you, Kevin!” Midge laughs, but she slides into the pool anyway.

Betty looks down at Archie in the pool. He grins at her as she tilts her head. She sighs. “Okay, fine,” she agrees.

As sweet and accommodating as Archie is in everyday life, he’s competitive when it comes to sport. As are Reggie and Kevin. Moose and Midge don’t seem to care as much. Playing basketball in a pool is much harder than Betty would have thought, even playing without a proper basketball. She’s not that competitive when it comes to sport, but something about the way Reggie and Archie crow about their impending victory makes her play harder.

Kevin passes her the ball and she swims for the hoop. She’s almost there when Archie grabs her around the waist and pulls her back, spinning her around. She tries to hold onto the ball, but then he’s tickling her and she can’t hold onto the ball any longer. Archie laughs as he grabs it and throws it down the pool to Reggie.

“Hey, no fair!” Betty complains. “Basketball is a non-contact sport!”

“I don’t know… ref?” Archie calls.

Reggie, evidently, is the referee. “I’ll allow it!” it yells as he shoots the ball through the hoop.

Archie laughs as Betty splashes him, advancing on him. He grabs her and pulls her towards him. She swears for a second he’s about to kiss her, and Betty is about to let him. Nothing matters except the feel of his skin on hers. He remembers himself at the last moment and swims away.

Betty’s heart pounds, and she looks around, wondering if anyone had noticed the interaction. She meets Kevin’s eyes and he raises an eyebrow. Oh god. Had he seen?

“Well, I’m done playing if you guys aren’t going to play fair,” Betty announces, swimming for the edge. Truthfully, she doesn’t want to risk another close call.

“Yeah, I’m done too,” Midge agrees. The girls get out of the pool, and the game seems to end after that, Archie and Reggie claiming the win.

Betty grabs her towel, wrapping it around herself as she heads to the pool house to get a drink. She opens the fridge and stares into it for a minute, focused more on her indiscretion with Archie than actually getting a can of soda.

She looks up when the door of the pool house slides open and Archie walks in, still dripping wet from the pool. He gives her a smile and her heart races. She smiles back, shutting the fridge.

“Hey,” she says as Archie approaches. She’s about to comment on the fact that he nearly got them caught, but the second her mouth is open, his tongue is inside it. Betty’s arms slide around his neck and she closes her eyes, unable to stop herself from kissing him back, though someone could walk into the pool house at any moment.

The towel drops to the floor and Archie’s hands are on her waist, burning into her skin. She gasps as he breaks the kiss and lets his mouth press against her neck instead.

“Someone could walk in,” Betty manages to choke out.

“I’m getting everyone drinks. They’re all too lazy to come in here,” Archie murmurs. Betty’s head rolls back as he continues to kiss her neck. He lifts his head and begins to toy with her bikini top. “You’re driving crazy wearing this thing,” he groans. The words send a pang between her legs.

“That’s the idea,” Betty smirks. She guides his hand to her breast and he pushes the material of her bikini top aside, exposing her pink nipple. He thumbs the hardened peak softly, before bringing his head to her breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth. Betty gives a soft whine, his ministrations having a direct effect on her clit. Her head swims.

A voice cuts through her desire, a voice that doesn’t belong to Archie. “I changed my mind, I do want—” Kevin says as he walks into the pool house.

Betty shoves Archie away hurriedly, covering herself up, but it’s too late. Betty feels her face burn, and when she glances at Archie, he’s looking bright red and sheepish.

“Are you two…?” Kevin looks between them. Betty can’t even look him in the eye. “Together?” Kevin finishes.

“Yeah,” Archie says. There’s not much point in trying to deny it. They could pretend this is just some one-off hook up, but somehow that would be worse. Betty doubts Kevin would believe it anyway.

Kevin shakes his head. He looks at Archie. “You’ve only been broken up with Veronica a week,” he points out. Betty doesn’t like his accusatory tone. She would’ve thought he’d be happy for them. For her. He always used to root for them.

“Yeah,” Archie nods. Betty’s tongue feels like lead. “We’re in love,” he says. Betty’s heart lurches. The words don’t seem to have the same effect on Kevin. He looks to Betty.

“Don’t tell Veronica,” she whispers.

Kevin sighs. “Fine,” he says. “But I can’t promise she won’t find out anyway. Especially if you two continue to make out in public places.”

Betty cringes. Kevin leaves the pool house. Betty picks up her towel and follows him, Archie right behind her.

“Where are the drinks?” Reggie yells. Archie stops. Betty glances at him.

“Right,” he swallows, going back into the pool house. Betty looks around for Veronica but she doesn’t see her. Instead she locks eyes with Cheryl, who purses her lips, eyeing Betty suspiciously. Betty adjusts her bikini top subconsciously, and heads for a lounger.

She lies back, closing her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. Kevin knowing isn’t the end of the world. Maybe he’s judging them, but he knows she’s always loved Archie. How could he blame her?

She thinks maybe she falls asleep for a minute or two. When she opens her eyes again, Cheryl is gone. Archie is talking with Reggie by the pool, both holding a drink. Veronica is still AWOL.

Betty takes the opportunity to check Archie out while no one is looking at her. Her attention is diverted when the back door of Thistlehouse swings open and Veronica marches out, Cheryl right behind her. Betty sits up, watching as Veronica makes a beeline for Archie.

Archie looks up at the last second.

“You asshole!” Veronica spits, pressing her hands against his chest and shoving him, sending him flying backwards and splashing into the pool.

“V!” Betty says, standing up and making her way over. “What the hell?”

Veronica whips her head around, shooting daggers at Betty. “Fuck you, Betty.”

Betty feels like she’s been slapped. She swallows. “V…”

“Are you, or are you not, fucking my ex-boyfriend?”

Betty opens her mouth, flailing, trying to think of anything to say. She feels sick to her stomach. She glances at Archie, who has surfaced again.

“Ronnie…” he tries.

“Don’t,” she snaps. Betty looks to Kevin, silently asking if he told. He shakes his head. Veronica looks back to Betty, her expression changes from one of anger to one of betrayal. The hurt in her eyes causes Betty physical pain. “How could you?” she says, her voice cracking.

“Veronica, I’m so sorry—”

“Save it.” Her expression hardens again. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were my friend.”

Cheryl chooses this moment to interject. “Feel free to leave the party anytime, backstabber,” she says, smirking.  

Betty collects her things, feeling hollow. She feels like everyone is watching her. Archie appears at her side as she leaves, and everyone else goes back to the party. Except Cheryl who grabs her arm as she’s going.

“I know you think I did this just for the drama,” Cheryl says. “But Veronica deserved to know the truth.”

Betty seethes. She hates Cheryl with every fibre of her being. “How did you even know?”

Cheryl shrugs, looking pleased with herself. “You’re not subtle, Betty,” she says. “Veronica didn’t want to see it. But she wasn’t hard to convince.”

“I hope you’re happy, Cheryl,” Archie snorts.

“Ecstatic,” she says, smiling a joyless smile.

Archie puts his hand on the small of Betty’s back and leads her from the party. Betty’s stomach churns, her head throbs. She has no idea how she’s going to face school on Monday.

[evergilmore]

His Sunshine (J.J x reader) (II)

Request: lost-trans-boi: sOOoOOoOoooOoO I saw that you're doing requests and can you do a Jughead x Reader? I know im terrible XD OooOoOOoO also can you make it angsty?

Ahaha I love angst whoop! Nahh you're not terrible, love :) No worries. I hope you like this! I wasn’t sure what type of angst you wanted so I pretty much did romantic angst with some fluff at the end xx

Pairing: Jughead x reader, (mentioned) Jughead x Betty

Genre: Angst, slight fluff near the end :)

Words: 1.954

Summary: Jughead may not have been a typical girl living in Riverdale’s kind of guy, but he was always yours. That was until Betty came along.

Part 1, Part 2

          Y/n sat on the bleachers, “watching” the Bulldogs and river vixens practise. They didn’t really want to be here, but one of her friends, (y/f/n) had a huge crush on Reggie Mantle and didn’t want to seem awkward sitting there alone on the bleachers, so she somehow dragged them into this. y/n wasn’t really watching them, y/n was mostly doing their math homework.

          “Y/n!” Jughead comes running towards y/n. He stopped halfway through the field with his hands on his thighs, trying to catch his breath. He’s not much of a runner, after all, gym class is his least favourite sport. y/n lets out a small giggle. They closed their textbook and walked the small distance to their best friend. Y/n may be Jughead’s best friend, but Jughead is so much more to them.

         Jughead positioned himself properly, giving y/n a quick smile. Oh, that smile.

          “What’s up, Jug? Aren’t you supposed to be writing for the Blue And Gold?” y/n curiously asked.

          “Actually no, Betty isn’t there and I don’t want to risk doing something wrong” He insisted. Y/n’s heart dropped a bit. Jughead has been bringing Betty into lots of his and y/n’s conversations. It was like he cares about Betty more than y/n, to the fact that Betty barely knew Jughead that well, it upset y/n. They tried not to show that it bothered them as much by wearing a fake smile, but it did hurt a little inside.

         “Alright, well where are you off to now?” Y/n asserted. Jughead’s cheeks started burning with light pink. Jughead doesn’t blush, at least, y/n hasn’t seen him blush in front of them, so this must be something special.

“Actually, I was going to hang out with you for a while” He anxiously stated. Y/n heart skipped a beat for a second but soon came to a realization. Since when did Jughead stay after school to hang out with them? He’d usually be at Pop’s after school or writing for the Blue and Gold. Y/n decided not to question his sudden remark and made their way back to the bleachers followed by Jughead. Jug grabbed y/n’s hand, kind of like he was leading her towards the bleachers. The little spark of electricity between them made y/n blush like madness. Did he feel the same? By the time they got there, (y/f/n) was nowhere in sight, but neither was Reggie.

Oh god

Y/n tried to ignore the image that came in their head as they watched vixens do their routine. As much as they weren’t interested in cheerleading or football, it was better watching it than picturing an image of (y/f/n) making out with Reggie.

Jughead seemed to be watching the vixens in awe. This facial expression didn’t go unnoticed by y/n, so there was definitely something different and off.

“Betty’s cheering is amazing” He quietly stated. This wasn’t intended to be heard by anyone else, but y/n still caught on to the words. They felt a small sting in their heart.

“What’s up with you and Betty?” Y/n finally got the courage to ask. As much as they regretted asking that, they were curious after all. They noticed the deep red crimson colour on Jug’s cheeks. This made y/n feel that stinging sensation again.

“We may or may not have had a moment” He lightly announced.

We may or may not have had a moment.

Those words were already enough to make y/n stomach drop. Hearing and knowing that the feelings she felt for her Best Friend and crush of a year weren’t returned. What does Jughead see in Betty? Was it because Betty is prettier? skinnier?? Smarter??? Y/n watched Betty as she took a sip of her water, chatting along with Veronica Lodge. Betty is a pretty girl, there’s no doubt in that. She was perfect. The way her blonde hair was pulled back in an adorable ponytail, and how she looked so amazing in just shorts and a shirt. Betty aces all her classes, making her the perfect girl next door. The kind of person y/n wanted to be.

If only I was just like her, then maybe he would return his feelings for me.

Y/n could already feel the tears in her eyes, trying as hard to keep them in. They realized that if they stayed any longer, they’ll end up breaking down in front of the person they loved the most. They pulled out their phone as an excuse to leave the uncomfortable situation.

“Jug, I’m sorry but I have to go. My mom just texted me” Y/n tried to not let their voice crack or sound shaky. They held back the tears as they swiftly gathered their stuff to leave. They didn’t even want to spare a second glance at Jug or hear his goodbye, because the love in his voice wasn’t real. Every time he spoke to them, they felt like there was possibly some feelings in the way he spoke or the look in his eyes, but thanks to Betty. It’s confirmed that it was all fake. They couldn’t blame Betty though, she was perfect for anybody. She could have any guy she wants, but she chose Jughead, and Jughead chose her.

I’ve been there with him for longer than she has though.

Y/n was always here for Jughead when he ranted about missing his sister, Jellybean on her birthday. How he still remembered it and misses her. He’s cried on y/n’s shoulder when the twilight drive in closed, which was his home away from his addict of a father. Betty wasn’t there for him during those moments, so why did he still choose Betty over y/n? Y./n had noticed him staring at Betty in class and across the Cafeteria, but tried not to think about it so their feelings aren’t affected, but they are now because her love doesn’t love her back. Y/n  didn’t even know where they were going. They just wanted to get out of there, away from Jughead. Anywhere is better than Jughead. Is home a place, or a person? They’d often ask themselves, deep down knowing that home is Jughead, but always trying to deny it because of the fear of falling deeper in love and ending up hurt, even though that’s exactly where they’re at right now. But everything was more clear now, and it really did hurt. That night, y/n walked around the city for the longest time in their lives. It felt like 12 hours had passed by, when in reality, it was only 2. The tears were falling down freely in the October breeze. It was getting dark, and y/n’s (g/n) will probably start getting worried about them. So Y/n made the long journey home, with no one by their side but their tears and long lost love. Most would start drinking to get rid of their problems, but y/n knew not to drink OR smoke since it will only make matters worse. Sure it’s good to numb the pain, but what if the pain is already so numb you feel like you’re on the edge of breaking?

It’s been a week since y/n last started talking to Jughead, They were trying to avoid him as much as possible, ignoring his messages and calls. After All, it’s the only good way to let go of the so long-buried feelings. No one really ever knew about their feelings but themselves. Y/n was very quiet when it comes to the topic of crushes’ and boys. Y/n was currently laying on their bed, staring at the ceiling, no source of light but the moonlight. Curling up the sheets beside them, wishing Jughead was here to hold them and love every bit of them. Why do we try to be good enough for the ones that hurt us the most? He was probably with her now, holding her like she’ll drift away any second, mumbling how much he loves her and those cheesy love words. Why couldn’t it have been me?

If only Jughead did love me, I will always be a second choice, never the perfect one.

As they sat down burning in their sorrows, there was a slight knock on the window. Y/n looked over at the window, finding no one other than Jughead there. Even looking at him hurts, everything hurt. Y/n ignored him and didn’t bother opening the window for him. The last time he snuck through the window, he brought them chocolates for Valentine’s Day, since y/n was upset because she didn’t have anyone to share the day with. Jughead was a sweet boy under all that mystery, but it’s weird how the kindest eyes can hurt the most.

Jughead knocked again on the window. This time, y/n decided to go over there to open the window. They rolled out of bed and silently walked over there, trying not to wake their parents up. They unlocked the window and lifted it up. “What is it now, Jug?” Y/n bellowed. They tried to avoid his gaze, trying not to break in front of him. Remembering that those eyes have looked at Betty with such love and empathy, are the same ones looking at y/n with such concede.

“I came to apologize” Jughead confessed. Y/n met his gaze, scanning his rare features of sadness. 2 lovely human beings were hurting because of each other. Seeing him so miserable made the tears sting in their eyes. Y/n moved out of the way to let Jughead in. He gently made his way into the bedroom. He grabbed Y/n’s hand and sat them down with him on the bed. Even after all the hurt, he still managed to make y/n’s heart skip a beat at the simple gesture. There was a silence between the two, neither of them wanting to speak first. Y/n didn’t want to speak first, knowing their voice will come out as weak and trembling, but they knew that Jughead won’t be the one to start the conversation, so they gave in.

“What do you need to apologize for?” Y/n croaked. They knew their voice came off as shaky, but there was no time to think of that right now.

“For hurting you” Jughead confided. Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Jughead wasn’t finished.

“That moment I had with Betty, it wasn’t much. I thought we’d be something, but she said that she didn’t feel anything, and neither did I. I realized that, I’ve been trying to hide the fact that I had feelings for my best friend”

Best friend? Is there another person?

“Point is” Jughead exhaled a quivering breath as he gently squeezed y/n’s hand. “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, so I always tried to ignore my feelings for you and tried to gain feelings for someone else. I knew you felt the same way when I noticed you leave that day on the bleachers. I tried to contact you, but you never really answered. You’ve been ignoring you at school, and that’s when I realized you were the light and happiness in my life, not Betty. I’m sorry for hurting you, but I hope you know that I’m ready for you”

Hearing all that felt like a dream. The boy y/n’s been silently pinning for months had loved her all along. Without y/n, Jughead was broken and devastated. You could hear the want in his voice, wanting y/n back in his life. His sunshine. The weight of the world feels like it’s been lifted off of their shoulders. Now, it was y/n’s turn to accept him back.

“I want you back too”

With that, y/n fell into Jughead’s embrace. Maybe 2 broken souls can help mend each other.

[banesbottombitch]

Headcannons of the bowers gang as single parents?🤔 btw, love your writing!

Fuck it, lets do this. I’ve got so many feelings about this. For disclaimers sake, the boys are 20-25, so college age. This is long.

Henry “You are my Sunshine but you’re also a Pain” Bowers

First of all, he was’t ready. Nothing prepared him to end up alone, with a baby that was his newest and most precious responsibility.

The mothers either DIED, or straight up left the baby in his arms and was  like “your problem now” either way, he does not consider adoption. 

Called Vic first, actually crying, because how the fuck does he do better for this kid than his dad did for him? He has no idea how to nurture, to care, to help something grow and thrive. He confesses his fears, and Vic gets Belch and the three of them drive to the closest department store, picking out baby shit.

Has no idea how bottles work. Gets the cheapest kind possible, and is so upset when the baby wont drink from them (texture might be off, his dumb ass didnt warm the milk, his dumb ass gave the baby COWS MILK, the list goes on) and screeches in frustration when they leak because, yet again, he got the cheapest fuckers possible

He’d be out of his dads house by this time, probably college age (about 20-25) but he has made a point to not let his dad know of his child’s existence, because lets face it, Butch would wanna see his grandkid (especially if its a boy). So, Henry keeps the information that he’s a new dad on lock down

Calls Mama Huggins weekly for advice, and actively looks at parenting hacks online. He’s trying his best to be a good dad, and would take extra shifts for work to make ends meet. His kid would probably go into daycare sometimes, but he doesnt like leaving them with strangers and just tries to get one of the guys (or Mama Huggins) to take them for a few hours.

Uses his kid as a chick magnet. Goes to parks and hits on the single moms while he helps his toddler roam around. Gets a lot of ass because of this, since he comes off as a very caring dad (he is, surprisingly).

Dresses his baby girl up like bad asses. His daughter wears his old bandanna with her princess outfit (claiming she is a cowgirl princess, because of course she is) or gets a jean vest with decently kid friendly patches on it, and parades her around when he gets the chance. Insanely protective of her, and follows her when she plays at the park and later as she gets older, he makes her text him where she is at all times. Low key helicopter dad. The type of dad to clean a gun in front of her new boyfriend, 11/10.

 His son’s hair gets styled into a fohawk daily and he’s encouraged to wear cool printed shirts his uncles (the rest of the gang) get him that have various metal bands on them and stuff. Teaches him sports, and drags him along to baseball games when he can. Was a bit torn when he heard his son was causing trouble in school, but decides that he cant have his kid doing the same shit he did and nips the bullying in the bud. His son got his temper, and it upsets Henry sometimes how easy it is for them to snap at each other once he gets older.

Takes his kid fishing, hiking, rides on motorcycles, ect. Lots of out door activities. His favorite is to take his kid out fishing, because they’re TRAPPED with him and he gets to spend the day with his mini-me, making crappy jokes and teaching them how to do proper techniques, like he always wished his dad would have done with him.

Gets really stern with his kid though. Takes no fucking bullshit from them, and lives the line “because I said so”, expecting his kid to listen. He loves them, he would NEVER raise a hand to them, but he’s not above a sit down and heavy glare if they mouth off to him or act up in public.

Lives his life better to make his kid’s life better. Goes to anger management if he thinks he’s starting to emulate Butch, and he’s explained to his kid why they’re so distant from his family. Doesn’t articulate what Butch has done to him, but makes it a point to focus on the fact that they Do. Not. Talk. To. Butch.

Makes a point to take his kid to school every day. Tells his kid how much he loves them. They do not go a day without a clap on the shoulder and a small little smile that he wears just for them.

Reggie “GET THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH RIGHT FUCKIN’ NOW” Huggins

He was a little shocked when he ended up with a baby. Dazed, confused. He just sat there with this bundle, all soft and small, and held them close. He didn’t know what to do, but does anyone when they become a single parent without word?

If his s/o died, he would be heart broken, but pull through for the kid. If his s/o dumped the baby on him and ran, he’d be fucking furious and vow to never let them within arms reach of HIS child.

The best at easing into parenthood. He told his mama that adoption wasn’t an option, and that he was going to take care of the baby. “I can do it,” he told her, “I’m a man, and men take care of their kids.”

Mama Huggins is overjoyed to be a grandma, even if she claims shes a little young to start being called Nannie, but she spoils that baby rotten. Reggie has to fight to keep her from buying the kid so many different outfits, as she goes overboard and buys too many, and they grow out of them before they can even be tried on.

Leaves the kid with his mom to work, which is fine for Mama Huggins, but Reggie feels like he’s ghosting his kid when he does it. So he works harder and advances in his career as much as possible, wanting to get to  place where he can maybe get extra days off to be with his kid.

Wakes up early to make them breakfast. Every morning he sits down with them, from infancy till they leave his house (read as, his moms, he never moves out lets be real). He wakes them up gently, or flicks on the lights and heaves a great big “UP AND AT ‘EM, KIDDO!” But its all with love.

Doesnt seem interested in dating for the most part, but ends up meeting someone with kids at some point in time, and is happy to have his kid get a new sibling. He always wanted one himself.

Gives in too easily if his kids misbehave. If they cry, it HURTS him, and he just lets them do as they please. Had to nip this in the bud before they got into school though, because he wasn’t going to deal with a spoiled brat for 12+ years.

Straps his kid into the backseat of the Trans-Am, and has a Dad Bag under the seats for bottles, toys, and general baby shit. Patrick likes playing peek a boo with his kid, and Vic only complains a little bit of he has  to feed the baby.

Stops going out with the guys, and is worried that it will dampen his relationship with them It doesnt, they just start  coming over to his house and hanging out. Henry was scared to hold the baby at first, but Reggie eased him into it, and now Henry’s the first one to grab the nugget and bounce them on his knee to calm them down.

If he had a daughter, jesus christ. Jesus H Christ. His most precious gem, his princess, the light of his life. He spends free time doing tea parties, letting her “help” him with fixing Amy, and lets her run wild in the neighborhood. She is fierce, she is the wilderness- NO, HONEY, DONT PICK THAT SNAKE UP PLEASE- DROP IT. DROP IT. NO, DONT ARGUE WITH DADDY. DROP IT!

His son would have a very healthy and loving relationship with him. Everything is open for discussion, and he tries to lead his son into a better light than bullying or the like. Lots of sundays are spent in the front yard, tossing around a football while his son asks the craziest, but most wonderful shit he has ever heard. “Dad, whys girls gotta be so.. weird?” “Dad, do you think Luke Skywalker would have been cooler if he was a sith?” “Dad, if we die, do we meet god, or do we gotta wait in line with our guardian angel?” Loves his boy, cherishes him. He can do no wrong.

Goes to every single parent/teacher conference, and puffs up in pride when they praise his kid. Because, of course they’re praising them! He raised them right!

Victor “Pinterest saved my life” Criss

Legit hid the baby from his parents/bros for a good week before he ran out of excuses as to why they hadn’t seen him for days. He’s at a loss of what to do, and considers adoption. He isnt a paternal guy. he thinks, this wont work out.

Already moved out, like, come on. He’s a rich boy, his parents set him up in a nice apartment/condo in Bangor for school.

If his s/o was still alive, he’d have given the baby back to them. This only works if they ghosted town, or are dead. Otherwise, he’d have been like “fuck no”

Finally figures he’ll give fatherhood a shot, and quickly realizes how much he did NOT bargain for.

Reggie turned up to help one day with Vic holding his baby and sobbing back at the baby while it shrieked and squirmed, the poor guy having no idea what to do. Vic was escorted to the bedroom, and given a nap whole Belch attempted to get the baby to sleep.

Buys all the nicest shit the baby could ever need or want. Lots of sleepless nights are spent with him rocking his baby and scanning amazon, thinking that yet another Sophie the Giraffe is exactly what his demon spawn needs to keep from sobbing through the night

Turns to online archives and pinterest for advice, and slowly becomes a better dad. Lots of trial and error, trips to the emergency room from Patrick convincing a half-dead Vic that his baby’s cough is from the baby black plague, and some angry sobbing of his own leads to a decent routine that makes him and his kiddo happy.

Instagrams his kid, because to be fair, he made a gorgeous baby. Sends lots of photos of the kid to the guys, and Patrick uses some of the most unflattering ones as reaction memes, because he is a dick. Vic has laughed at them, despite being furious Patrick would dare to make his baby a meme.

Literally cried when his kid called him “Dada” for the first time. On the floor. Sobbing. He called Reggie and made him come over. Henry and Patrick came around and tried to get the bay to say swears. They got them to say “sheet” which is pretty close to “shit” so they called it a win.

Throws the biggest birthday parties for his kid. Confetti? Everywhere. Cake? Three layers and professionally made. Presents? Out of this world.

Most stylish child of the group’s kids. Sunglasses, designer clothes. That kid dresses better than you do by the time they’re five. They own it too, and flaunt it for the camera, because Vic takes 89,005,467 photos of his child on the daily.

Taught his kid Beastie Boys songs, and there are videos of his kid rapping along to “Intergalactic”. Vic is so proud of his kid.

Friend dad. Has a hard time punishing his kid if they do something wrong, and sometimes makes up for his own mistakes (raising his voice, getting to upset) by giving them gifts. Its not an amazing system, but his kid is humble…ish.

Having a daughter, that boy is her best friend. She can tell him anything, it wont phase him. Willingly talks about boys, clothes, music. Loves to take her to the park and watch her knock the boys down a peg or two. she inherits his sharp tongue, and its scary how fast she goes from 1 to 101. Blunt child, that one.

A boy? Vic’s son is given the coolest shit, there is no need for want with this boy. Probably some awful mix of fuck boy and wanna be rapper, but Vic loves him anyhow. Shows him off to the gang CONSTANTLY, and shows up in almost matching outfits without realizing it. Its cringey, but it could be worse. Teaches him how to throw a punch and encourages him to kick ass if people step up against him.

Puts his kid in after school tutoring, and thinks bonding time is shopping or watching TV together. Fills their schedules with sports, dance, and music. Expects a lot out of them, academically.

Loves his kid, even if they’re being an asshole, not matter what.

Patrick “You’re Demon Spawn and I adore that” Hockstetter

Was not here for this dad shit. Considered chucking the baby into the system, and would have done it too, if his mother had’t made him face the music.

Total “This is what you get for having unprotected sex, Patrick” rant from her. It ended with him being forced with a baby and his mother’s watchful eye on him. Shes not going to have another Avery on her hands.

Hates the baby the first few MONTHS. No love. Nothing there. Lets it cry itself hoarse, barely remembers to feed it, the type to forget an infant in a shopping market. Considers the possibility of it being real, since it came from him in one way or another, and feels a little threatened.

Drops the baby off with his parents 99% of the time. the 1% is when his parents force the baby back with him.

The first time he feels a little something for the kid is after getting them back from his parents and sitting in his apartment, with him screaming at the kid to shut the fuck up, (the baby is sobbing, lets be real) and they just stop. Right then and there, silence. 

They lock eyes, and Patrick swears he sees a flash of something behind their little baby eyes, almost as if they are betrayed he’d treat them that way, before they quietly sniffle. And then Patrick Hockstetter, the man, the myth, the self proclaimed Literal Satan, feels guilt for the first time.

He picks them up and calms himself down, bouncing them on his hip and softly talks to them. No hate, no love really, just apathetic words that a baby couldnt understand. He does that for hours, until the baby is sleeping, and even then he keeps going. Pours out every thought he’s ever had to this little version of him, and the next time he puts them in their crib, he does so gently. 

Lowering them down and tucking a blanket in around them. He decides they’re worth something to him that day, and everyone in his life see a drastic turn in his reactions towards his child.

Kind of a distant dad, but his kid knows that Patrick is their father and that he, yes, loves them. He’ll still drop his kid off with his parents sometimes on weekends, but as the kid grows up and he starts seeing more and more of himself in them, he’d be more attentive.

Goes on philosophical rants with his kid, and expects them to keep up. Raises his kid to question everything, and they grow up almost just as creepy and weird as him. He’s proud that they’re a little freaky, otherwise he’d be worried they weren’t his.

Patrick wouldn’t do too well with a daughter. He’d make it work, but there would be some issues. He has no idea what common ground to go off from, and would force his daughter to be more tom boyish and enjoy the same shit he does. Wouldn’t care if she was a bully in school, actually encourages it. Hands her cash, shares his weed stash with her once she’s older, and bids her good day. Doesnt see reason to punish her for misbehaving hopes she doesn’t end up dead in a ditch somewhere from her smart mouth. Grades are the least of his concerns. Will kill anyone who hurts his daughter though, and makes good on his threats too.

Patrick thrives with a son. A mini-me, that is almost indistinguishable from himself. Same creepy little smile, same predatory tilt of the shoulders and with eyes that pierce your damn soul. Praises his son to the high heavens, calls the boy a genius, and 100% thinks of him to be the Jesus to his God, if you feel me. The promised one, type of shit. Think of a young Trick from Black Mirror, and thats the kind of son Patrick hopes to have, if not MORE edgy.

Halloween is his favorite holiday as a dad, because he takes his kid out and scares the shit out of other children and teaches them to steal the candy.

The family photo of him and his kid is them out with the gang, with his kid (about 7) wearing his jacket by a bonfire and flipping the camera off, him squatting beside them and doing the same damn thing with the biggest shit eating grin. Ah. Parenting. Patrick’s a natural.

[lovewhatyoudodolan]

Unfinished Business || Ethan

Prompt: You’re dating the star player on your schools football team and as the season comes to a close tensions between opposing teams increase dramatically.

Word Count: 1824

A/N: Multiple people have messaged me asking for an Ethan version of LAX Bro so I’m making a Football!Ethan imagine!

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Ethan gripped my hand tightly as we strode down the cramped halls of our high school trying to get to class on time. People continuously greeted us as  Ethan silently pulled me though the mounds of bodies clustered between the walls of lockers. 

The tension between us was pretty obvious as we silently stopped at our lockers to grab the textbooks and notebooks we’d need for our first set of classes. Students were whispering among themselves, watching us like hawks in order to find the next string of gossip to begin spreading around the school.

Last night Ethan was over at my house and an argument instilled when I questioned him about hanging with Melanie Garrett. She was our schools golden girl; straight A’s, head of the cheer squad and so much higher on the social hierarchy than I’d ever be. 

In my defense I just wanted some reassurance from him that everything between us was okay. Instead world war three ensued and Ethan stormed out of my house without another word until this morning.

I glance down at my shoes and sigh as we arrive outside of my classroom. I was expecting Ethan to walk off to his class, but the brunette caught me off guard when his hands gripped my waist. “Are we okay?”

“What?” My voice was weak from having not talked through the entire drive to school and walk to class. Ethan looked down at me and I felt my heart swell when I noticed a familiar speck of worry in his hazel eyes. 

“I shouldn’t have walked away like a pissed off teenager last night and I’m sorry,” he sighs and pushes a few stray pieces of hair away from my face.

“Ethan...” I bite my lip and lean into his palm, “We can talk about this later okay? I don’t want you to be late for class.”

The boy just nods before handing me my backpack, “I’ll see you at lunch.” He leaned in and quickly pecked my cheek before darting off to keep from being late. Of all days, he did not need a detention today. I watch as his number eight jersey disappeared around a corner before entering the classroom and taking a seat in my usual spot.

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“So where’s Ethan?” My best friend asked as the two of us scanned the cafeteria silently in search for my boyfriend or his twin brother, Grayson. The football team was huddled up in the back, but there was no sign of Ethan having been there. 

I shrug and place my tray down on the table next to us, “Should I go look for him?”

“You don’t need to,” my head turned in the direction she was looking only to find Ethan walking in with none other than Melanie at his side. Both were laughing and her hand was resting on his shoulder as they stalked towards his teammates. 

My stomach dropped as I looked her over in envy. Her platinum blond hair was curled to perfection and her curves were accented perfectly in her tight cheer uniform. I’ve never been this type of girl, and of course Ethan Dolan has to bring this side out of me. 

When he asked me out a year ago I thought it was all a prank, so maybe he was bored of me now... 

“Hey don’t worry about it,” I stare in my best friends eyes shaking my head. “They aren’t-”

“We don’t know that for sure,” I visibly gulp and push my chair back so I could make a quick escape. Leaving my tray sitting on the table I silently stalked towards the cafeteria exit. As I reached the door I felt someones eyes on me, and when I turned around Ethan was standing up at his table watching me. An unreadable expression covered his face, but as soon as Melanie grabbed his arm and his attention shifted to her I exited the large room. 

I’d made it a point to avoid Ethan for the rest of the afternoon and it didn’t go unnoticed. Rumors were beginning to spread that he cheated on me or that he broke up with me for Melanie; I don’t know how I made it through the school day but here I am.

I silently filled water bottles for the football team while having small talk with our schools athletic trainer. Ever since freshman year I’ve volunteered to do this. Not only to get into our games for free, but to gain some experience before college. 

“You seem frustrated today,” she could read my like an open book and I sighed as my eyes caught sight of the cheer squad warming up to our left, “Is it Ethan?”

I bite my lip and nod slowly, “These past two days I haven’t been able to look him in the eye.”

“Why’s that?” a confused expression covered the older woman’s face. She was the reason I gave Ethan a chance in the first place. The day he asked me out I asked her for advice on what to do and she said to give him a chance and I wouldn’t regret it. Right now though, I was questioning if it was the right decision.

My eyes caught sight of the boys huddled in a circle around Ethan outside of the locker rooms. He was commanding, a natural leader when it came to sports. This was the only place I saw that side of him. “I’m just starting to question if this is all really worth it anymore...”

“Did he do something?” She asked glancing at the boy who was now jumping and screaming along with his teammates. 

“That’s the thing...” I sigh and shake my head, “I don’t know if anything happened. I asked him if something was going on with him and Melanie and he rushed out on me. That’s never really a good sign.”

“I think your questions will be answered soon enough,” she sighed and nodded at the blonde cheerleader making her way over to me. “I’ll be setting up the table.”

I stand to my full height so I could look down on the shorter cheerleader who was smirking up at me, “Now I see why you and Ethan haven’t broken up after fights.” She winked and I felt bile rise in my throat.

“What do you want Melanie?” I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest trying to seem intimidating.

She glances down at her perfectly manicured nails before back at me, “I was just going to let you know Ethan and I are going out after the game so you don’t need to wait up for him. He’s threw with you.” 

“Yeah well I’ll let him tell me that himself,” I say trying to keep my composure but inside I was breaking. Did he actually say that? Ethan wouldn’t send someone else to break up with me right?

Melanie rolls her eyes and takes a step closer to me, “You don’t scare me y/n. And Ethan did say that, so if I were you I’d drive myself straight home after the game.”

With that she turned on her heal, strutting back to her minions. I was in a haze as the game began; silently doing my job, and keeping my head down the entire time. Ethan grabbed my arm at one point but I just snatched it away before continuing down the bench. Right now I didn’t want anything to do with him; I needed space. 

I pushed myself up on the work table and silently watched as the timer ticked down in the fourth quarter. The game flew by right before my eyes, and I hadn’t even realized it. My eyes caught sight of a familiar white number eight jersey making its way down the field, but my eyes widened when I saw one of the opposing teams linebackers suddenly rush up behind him.

It all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to warn the boy. Ethan turned to catch the ball and ask soon as it was in his arms, the larger man brought him straight to the ground. Ethan landed right on his side, and when he didn’t get up I knew something was wrong. He has a high pain tolerance and has constantly played through small injuries like broken fingers and sprained wrists. 

My feet reacted before my mind did and before I knew it I was at the boys side holding his hand. “Where does it hurt E?”

“It’s my rib,” I cringe and squeeze his hand. He broke his rib at the beginning of the season and was out for a couple weeks, only to come back before it was fully healed. 

I sigh and unbutton his helmet, pulling it off his sweaty head slowly. “God you’re such an idiot.” My eyes were watering slightly and I chuckled at the boy next to me. 

His hand squeezed mine as the paramedics rushed our of the ambulance and towards his injured form, “There’s nothing going on with me and Melanie. I’m sorry that I ran out. I know it made you worry, and I know walking into the cafeteria with her today didn’t help.”

“She told me to go straight home after the game,” I sigh and watch as one of the paramedics dropped a backboard on the other side of Ethan. “Said you two were going on a date after the game.” He let out a breathy laugh only to cringe due to pain, “Don’t strain yourself E.”

“We need to get off the field,” The man said as he began shifting my boyfriend from the turf to the board.

“Wait.” Everything instantly stopped and he turned his head back to me, “I’m not leaving before I know we’re okay.”

“Ethan...”

“No,” he sighs and closes his eyes, “Melanie has been following me around all week trying to cause issues between us. When I tried to go after you at lunch she started a conversation with the guys about the game where they needed my input so I had to wait. I couldn’t find you after that and I literally looked everywhere.”

“Babe-”

“I love you y/n. Not her, not anyone else.” Tears fell from my eyes at his confession and a small smile formed on my face, “No one can ever replace you. I love you so much and I just wish I could wipe your tears away...”

I lean forward and his thumb gently brushed the water away, “I love you too Ethan now let these men do their job so we can get you to the hospital.”

The entire time I stayed by his side and I held his hand as the ambulance made its way to the hospital downtown. Ethan and I were going to be fine and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Well, that and figuring out what he broke this time...

[yeolkisses]

All the evens

Wkbpwbjpe Maddy you’re trying to kill me I swear (but thank you this kept me busy lol and it was fun to do)

2 - do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Yessss I love it. Cold air is a blessing.

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

For coffee, I put a ton of creamer in. Tea is just a no for me.

6- do you keep plants?

Yes! A bonsai, a couple cacti, and an aloe vera.

8 - what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Does writing count??? I’m not very artistic 😅 but I consider myself a decent writer and poet. I feel like words are the easiest way to explain yourself so others can understand you better. It’s specific. Painting and drawing, etc. are also good too of course, I’m just not any good at them 😂 and I feel like they’re a bit more questionable. They have different meanings to people. But that’s what allows people to connect over them; seeing different viewpoints of the same thing. It kind of shows what type of person you are.

10 - do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

My side or my back. I can’t do stomach 😂 it’s just too uncomfortable for me.

12 - what’s your favorite planet?

Hm. I don’t really know. I guess Neptune or Uranus??? They’re pretty.

14 - if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

TBH I don’t even know who my best friend is anymore lately Well it would probably be a bit of a mess 😂 but messy in an organized way??? We’re pretty tidy people, at least when it comes to our rooms, but we (or I, at least) am still a little bit cluttery. I think it would look nice. Not necessarily modern, but just kind of homely.

16 - what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Spaghetti & meatballs OR chicken alfredo. Probably spaghetti and meatballs though.

18 - tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

God they just brought it up today. I swear I’m not as stupid as they make me seem though!!!!! So one time at lunch (like YEARS ago) they were talking about sports and I wasn’t really paying attention (because I’m not a sports person) and they asked me something and I think I said, “I’m not into baseball.” And of course with my luck they were talking about football. So :)))) There are always exaggerations about how I must think a homerun is in basketball, etc.

20 - what’s your favorite eye color?

I mean…it doesn’t really matter to me?? I don’t like thinking about eyes which you already know, so I’ve never really considered a favorite eye color. But I hateeeee the colored contacts people wear, especially when they wear two different colors (one of my friend’s ex-boyfriends used to wear one silver and one bright green one and it was hideous). Anyway, if I had to choose a color, I guess I’d say brown. It’s under-appreciated sometimes 🙂

22 - are you a morning person?

It fluctuates. Sometimes I am, sometimes I’m not. Especially if the reason I’m waking up is to go to something I don’t want to do, then I am NOT a morning person at all.

24 - is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Honestly, probably not. I just really don’t trust people to keep their lips zipped or to not judge me.

26 - what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My oldest pair of shoes rn are probably the ones I’m wearing (or at least they look the oldest since I wear them pretty much daily). They’re black and white cheetah print converse, with cheetah eyes on the side. They’re super comfortable.

28 - sunrise or sunset?

Both are nice, but I like sunsets better. It’s the end of the day, time to rest, and it just looks cooler imo. More fiery.

30 - think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

In all honesty, I don’t think so. I get scared easily, but I wouldn’t say I’ve been truly terrified.

32 - tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Already done~

34 - tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

Done~

36 - which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

Oof I don’t know. American Authors maybe? I feel really happy and free rn.

38 - tell us about your pet peeves!

Oh boy. I could go on and on. One: the sound of people chewing. It’s awful but you can’t tell them it’s annoying because that’s rude but it makes me. Want. To. Hit. Someone. It is SO irritating. Another thing: my brother doesn’t flush the toilet :)))) and that drives me insane. Another one: people who spit on you when they talk. People in band who, rather than not playing on the parts they don’t know and working on them later, just play whatever they want and mess everyone up. People who don’t put things back where they found them. People who nitpick every little thing about something that someone else did. I could just keep going on.

40 - think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

I’m just gonna choose the ring I wear all the time. I got it at the fair, it was only $12 😂 it doesn’t really hold much meaning, I just like having it so I can fidget with it when I’m nervous or something.

42 - do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

I actually haven’t gotten to experience any coffee shops :/ just Starbucks lol. But once I’m on my own I think I’ll check more places out.

44 - when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

I honestly don’t know. It’s been some time.

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I’m not good with punssss! I don’t know. I can’t think of anything.

48 - what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

Hm I was afraid of a lot of things and I still am. I’d say pretty much the same things, more or less. Things that aren’t even closely real, things that my mind just comes up with. And now I’m actually scared of more things, I think. Realistic situations and whatnot.

50 - what’s an odd thing you collect?

I collect rocks, but I think that’s pretty normal, right?? I also collect piggy banks and hedgehog knick knacks.

52 - what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

God I don’t even know. I guess maybe the spongebob ones, the Patrick ones.

54 - who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

Oh wow. Hm. I really don’t know. I really, truly, do not know.

56 - what are some things you find endearing in people?

Hmm…it differs from person to person I suppose. But I guess, like…the way people smile, the different ways people laugh when they’re truly laughing (even if they find it obnoxious it’s a part of them and it’s just kinda cute and funny), when a person who doesn’t usually dress up dresses up all fancy and gets all shy about it. I don’t know. Just little things I guess.

58 - who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

Oof I don’t really know. I think Morgan would be the vodka aunt. But wine mom…I don’t know.

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

Yessss I do. Hm, favorites…it depends on the mood I’m in, I suppose. When I was little though I really liked Shel Silverstein’s poems.

62 - do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

Nopeeee I don’t really like juice 😕

64 - what color is the sky where you are right now?

Kind of a soft baby blue? Idk but it’s quite nice.

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

Baby blue eyes and daisies, I think. Just blue flowers in general would be good enough for me 👍

68 - what’s winter like where you live?

Not cold enough!!!!!!!! Although this year it snowed more than I expected it to. Still, it’s not very cold and we don’t get much rain 😕

70 - have you ever used a ouija board?

No, and despite my belief that it’s absolute bull crap, I would never use one because I’m a wuss.

72 - are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

It depends, some things I remember and some things I don’t.

74 - describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Oof well I’ve pretty much mentioned all my IRL friends and they’re kinda predictable 😂 so I’ll choose an Internet friend. They’re extremely sweet, and do so, so much for other people, even when they’re already so busy with their own life. They’re always caring and genuine, and put others before themselves (even though I wish they wouldn’t sometimes). They’re super patient, which is good because sometimes I can be a bit slow 😂 and just so, so amazing and beautiful and talented and hardworking and they deserve to go far. I hope they’ll keep holding on strong and keep on fighting. And I hope they truly know how much I admire them. (Damn I kinda described all of my internet friends there?????? I had a specific one in mind though I swear)

76 - is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Yes 😂 homework

78 - are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

I’m on the fence actually 😕 it’s not like I hate them with a burning passion or anything but I think they’re kinda milking it for all it’s worth at this point, which usually happens with movies.

80 - what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

3 white walls and a light bluish tealish wall (with a border of music notes in silver paint on the teal wall). I got to redecorate my room a couple years ago for my birthday and I love the color blue but I didn’t want something that would darken the room (although I keep my curtains mostly closed lol). The music notes were from a piece I played that year in the school band, it was my favorite.

82 - are/were you good in school?

I’m a procrastinator but I do get good grades 😁 I’ve never had an -A or lower. And I’m kind of a teacher’s pet 😂

84 - are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

Definitely not. I don’t see the point in basically paying someone to stab you with a needle over and over again. If I did get one, I think it would be a clef heart or 아리엘.

86 - do you like concept albums? which ones?

I can’t really think of any specific ones (???? maybe I’m just being dumb ????) but I do like the idea of them.

88 - are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Ehhh, I’m not exactly an art buff, so idk what to say. I think that as long as it carries emotion and makes the viewer feel something or think of something, then it must be pretty good. The style doesn’t define what story it tells, it just helps set the mood.

90 - talk about your one of you favorite cities.

I haven’t really traveled so I’m gonna have to skip this 😶

92 - are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

Honestly I prefer just butter on my pasta but if I’m putting on cheese then I’m going all the way.

94 - who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Well I mean idk if it counts since I know her online so I’ll go with the closest one that I know irl. My aunt just had her birthday, it was a couple days ago.

96 - do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

I usually procrastinate them 😅 because it always asks me when I’m in the middle of doing something and I don’t wanna stop what I’m doing.

98 - when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

I don’t remember…but probably not 😂

100 - if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

The past. I’d like to do some things differently. Be a better person. Make myself become a better person and have better habits. The future can still be changed but my past is set in stone. Although, if I go 5 years back, I might not end up on this site, so overall I’d rather just stay in the present 😂