#OH AND I HAVE TO START PACKING TO MOVE AHAHHAH

[c00pswhore]

after tmr i get approx. 3 days of summer vacation before i start doing shit again

[the-firebird69]

This would go in the center and he would simply have black straps and attach them to the material that's not the bladder and I think the whole thing is but he could also put straps that have velcro and strap it to the top straps and one that goes behind on the bottom and that's even better idea it's a lot less work and it just attach whatever those things are something that looks like those metal buttons and you can have one that goes over the face with the centerpiece or two and it would look pretty cool it would look very cool and he might actually work on it I make them out of foam and make it so it attaches and doesn't move around I think it's velcro idea is good and have that centerpiece in the tubes and everything with an actual functioning camel back like this. It's actually his idea and really it'd be quite simple they'll see all those tubes and they light up and inside of his cosplay styrofoam he can put batteries and he could put a switch and do a little routine leather it sounds like a lot of fun the news camelbacks can be like 20 bucks they last in a long time and he could take it off the thing with velcro and use advice clean it's also good for safety because if you land on it it's gonna break your fall. And it's good because you'll stay hydrated the rest of the costume is not really that complicated the mask you said you'd buy online because his would come out funny it's just a cutoff glove this he'll let it gloves everywhere and like in the last thing on the arm and it's just some khaki pants that are there the pants he can buy pretty cheap and the other thing looks like a dust and a vest he can buy it is actually for police but it's not armor it's just a regular vest and you can stick things to it it's pretty clever what he's saying with the backpack of the camelback and really that's all there is to the costume but having it lit and being able to turn it off and on would be awesome and he might put sound to it too that would be even better so you hit the button or two buttons and it shows it getting brighter and lighting up and flashing and there'd be a noise to it too it'll be a lot of fun. I'm gonna start getting into this this is going to rule and he said he would put like a velcro thing again on the belt and he'd find some silver containers and put a power virus in them.

Thor Freya

so basically you would be juicing right in front of us as Bain and he says really close but less fruit and we see and preservatives. lunch i guess lol but ok we say that a lot. lol. hahahh

jenna

oh my

ok

bja

hahaha

trump

i am giddy easy cool but need to be big or musce suit and latex ones are awesome saw them hot need the camelback and with ice a solution. fun too gotta go and pee and yes good. funt iimes.

dave

you ike peeing

trump

yes i do

dave

ahahhah lol the snesatoin

alicia

we all do

tricia

no shit

caa

hahaha

jen m you sure do

shut up you two we are having fun ok fun ok

alicia

we roll on this fun idea

trump and cosplay the pack velcro it on good. we do see it will work easy too. fun tmes. battery for the lights cool. no way fun stuff. good.

we do this too

bja

fun yeh but dangeorus no. good.

bill

we need this to move on

sarah alicia after we lose ok

and do

trump

we shll do this

mc daddy hahah fun ok wow nd he will fle and appear larger good

wow mean stuff

daneil

ok bats youi go back to the asylum now

Bain

no way wont ok you cant make me

batman

leave me out of it then

Bain

we shall and ok

bats

Olympus

[collecting-stories]

Dangerous | John Shelby

Request: request for a John imagine where you don't quite realise how dangerous he is bc you haven't been dating that long until your walking back from the shops one day and you see him beating up a guy because he said some bad shit about you and u run away cos ur scared but then John finds u and comforts you. Thank u X

Request: Can I ask one with John where he get jealous when someone flirt with reader? Something like really jealous ahahhah I love your fics you are amazing at writing 😍😍😍 - @buckybear-ivar

Dangerous | John Shelby

You had moved to Small Heath from Newcastle two months ago when your grandfather wrote to your mother to tell her that he was sick. He had left his dowry, which he had accumulated after years of work and saving, to you (his only grandchild) and your father felt it was important that you go down to be with him in his last months as repayment for his generosity. So you had packed a few belongings and travelled down to Small Heath.  

There were a few things that your grandfather was eager to tell you about Small Heath when you first arrived. It was his home and he was proud of it but he cautioned you against some of the neighbors. The Shelbys, according to your father, were devils. He told you to stay as far from the Shelby family as you possibly could but, if you were to see them, be polite.  

"Are they really that bad?" You'd laughed at the stories your grandfather told you.  

"Those gypsys are Satan's spawn."  

"How'll I know when I meet one then? Will he have horns or a pitchfork?"  

"You'll know by their absolute disregard for other lives." He answered.  

You took your grandfather's advice to heart and avoided the places where you had been told they hung around. You walked passed the Garrison on your way home from work everyday but you kept your head down and walked as quickly as possible. Usually you made it passed the Garrison without issue.  

It was almost a week into your new life in Small Heath when you made contact with a Shelby. It was purely accidental and you had no idea that he was a Shelby until later on in the evening. As for that moment you were walking like usual, head down, when you bumped shoulders with a man walking down the street.  

"Oi, watch where you're going!" He shoved you when you bumped his shoulder and you fell against the brick wall of the building, tripping on your dressing and falling into the dirt.  

The man who shoved you looked back to see who bumped him. He stopped when he saw you, trying to pick yourself up off the ground. He came back over and grabbed your arm, he had assumed you were some drunk idiot so he was surprised to see a young woman.  

"Fuck, I’m sorry!" He pulled you up, not as gracefully as you'd hoped, and dropped his cigar in the process. 

"It's okay," You kept your head turned to the ground. Your grandfather had obviously cautioned you against the Shelbys but he'd also told you to keep away from anyone frequenting the Garrison. They weren't nice men, he had told you.  

"Like hell it is!" He laughed, "I'm John by the way." 

You introduced yourself to him, holding your hand out for him to shake. He put his hand at the small of your back instead and led you into the Garrison. You were going to protest but you didn’t want to upset him, as he had just shoved you to the ground a moment ago. He stopped just inside the door and left you at what looked like the entrance to a private area.  

"Let me buy you a drink alright?" He asked but he was already walking to the counter.  

He came back with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses that he was somehow carrying in one hand. It was impressive but you wouldn’t admit that to anyone who asked. He led you into the empty private room and took a seat in the booth. You sat at the edge of the booth and watched as John lit a cigar. Your own family was very conservative, no alcohol, no smoking, no swearing. This was the first time in your life you had been alone with a man and you were fascinated watching him smoke.  

John glanced over to you, catching you staring at his mouth and the cigar lit up between his lips. "You don’t mind if I smoke do ya?"  

"No, not at all," you blushed and shook your head.  

"I think I got a cigarette on me," John muttered, patting his pockets, "you want it?" 

You thought it must be some higher skill to be able to speak and balance a cigar at the same time. You watched as he pulled it away from his mouth and blew the smoke out.  

"You think I could try your cigar?" You asked. The words had just tumbled out, "I mean, I've just never smoked one and it looks rather interesting." 

John slid closer to you in the booth, putting his arm around your shoulders and holding the cigar in front of you with the other hand. "Alright, just put your lips round the end and inhale, then just blow the smoke out."  

When you inhaled you started to cough and John's arm dropped, his hand rubbing your back and instructing you to 'just breathe'. Once he was assured you were breathing well and your coughing had subsided he placed the cigar back in his own mouth but kept his arm around your shoulders. 

In the weeks to come John Shelby seemed to make it a point to walk you to and from work everyday. He'd be a block away from your house, waiting for you to round the corner every morning and in the evening he'd wait right outside of the hospital for you. You were studying to become a nurse and right now you worked behind the desk as a secretary until your studies were finished. The other girls on your floor had teased you for days when they caught sight of John Shelby standing across the street smoking a cigar and waiting for you.  

"I can't believe you've been here a month and you've snagged a Shelby!" One of them had joked. 

"I didn’t know he was a Shelby." You commented. It was the first time you had heard the last name.  

"John Shelby, the third youngest." One of the older nurses replied, "he's quite handsome, got a babyface." 

You peeked out the window to see him standing there. He was dressed to the nines, as usual, and he did look rather handsome standing there with a cigar in his mouth. Even if you had known he was Shelby on that very first day you would've had trouble saying no to him. Now, a few weeks in, it was too late, you were completely smitten. 

"My granddad told me not to associate with Shelbys." You mentioned one night a while later when he was walking you home. 

"Oh yeah?" He laughed, "why's that?"  

"Says that your family is dangerous." You shrugged. 

John laughed but didn’t give you any reply that indicated your grandfather was lying or telling the truth. You didn’t mention it again because it wasn’t that important. Your grandfather probably could have told you that John murdered someone with his bare hands and you'd still be head over heels for him. Aside from the first day you never saw any of John's more violent behavior. He left you out of any business that might have swayed your opinion of him.  

About two months in to your relationship with John he asked you to officially go with him. Then  it seemed everyone but your grandfather was aware of the fact that you were John Shelby's girl. Except, apparently, the doctor on your floor of the hospital. He seemed to have missed the Birmingham wide news that you were going with John Shelby. Or he just did not care.  

It became increasingly uncomfortable for you to be at work because of the doctor. He'd stop at your desk more often than necessary and every time he did it seemed he felt the need to touch you in some way. He would lean over your desk and rub your back or he'd rest a hand on your shoulder. You tried to stay quiet and polite about it but the advances bothered you. He made you feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. You hadn't told John about the doctor because you didn’t want him to get upset or to think that you were somehow encouraging the behavior.  

In fact, the first time John heard of it was from the older nurse who first told you that he was a Shelby. While you were still filing paperwork she left, going outside to John who was waiting across the street.  

"Mr. Shelby." She crossed the street and stopped beside him, lighting a cigarette. 

"Can I help you?" John asked, eyeing the woman curiously.  

"I thought you should know," she stepped a bit closer so no one walking passed would hear and told him about the doctor at the hospital that was giving you a hard time. She promised John that she would point the doctor out to him.  

John walked you home that night and said nothing about the nurse or the doctor. Neither did you. She was honest in telling him that you were embarrassed he would be angry with you. John wasn’t angry with you though, he was angry that someone would even think of touching his girl without her permission. John kept his anger at bay though. He walked you home and kissed you before sending you off.  

Once you were safe inside John headed off in search of the doctor. He found the man as he was leaving the hospital and John followed him a couple of blocks before making himself known. John put came up behind the doctor, slinging his arm around the man's shoulders and leading him into an alleyway.  

You would've been in bed at this point but you realized you'd left your purse at the hospital and decided, against your grandfather's wishes, to head back and pick it up. It was a quick walk to the hospital without John by your side. You went in and took your purse, ducking out again before anyone could ask you to do something for them. You left a different way, the way you used to walk passed the Garrison, thinking that if John was there you'd stop in and surprise him.  

Instead as you walked down the street you were distracted by a sudden scream. It startled you and usually you wouldn't have bothered but you swore you heard John's voice. You moved closer the sounds, coming up to the edge of the alleyway and squinting into the darkness.  

In your whole life you'd never seen anyone beaten up. Your parents had never even raised a hand against you or each other. Physical violence was something you had never been exposed to before. And while you would probably have to go to confession tomorrow to repent, you felt oddly drawn to watching brutality of your boyfriend. John had no idea you were there and if he had he wouldn’t have been continuing his assault on the doctor.  

He had cornered the doctor in the alley, demanding to know why the older man was harassing you at work. When the answer he gave wasn’t to John satisfaction was when John started punching him. At some point his cap came off and he swung at the man's face, cutting him in various places. John got him on the ground and was punching him repeatedly when you finally intervened.   "John!" You shouted for him. You had broken yourself out of your apparent trance, realizing that John was practically killing a man.  

John looked back at you like he had seen a ghost. You were the last person he expected to see tonight, he had walked you home, you should've been tucked into bed at this point in the evening. He moved quickly away from the unconscious body on the pavement and closer to you. The blood on his face and hands was not his own and your first thought was to run as far away as you could. And you did just that. You had stood and watched him beat someone, even feeling attracted to him in that moment, but when he came towards you with blood on him you had bolted.  

Too much had changed since you'd moved to Small Heath. Your grandfather had told you that you were different. You weren't the same pious girl that had moved down to take care of him. It was mostly true. Before Birmingham you'd never had alcohol. Just last week you'd been so made at John for teasing you that you'd said 'fuck off' to him. You had apologized profusely to him but before that moment not a single curse had ever passed your lips. You had even started skipping church on Sundays to spend time with him in the Garrison's private room or at his house. It wasn’t the shock of the blood that had made you run, it was the realization that you were becoming accustomed to a life that would not make your parents proud.  

John searched for you all night, finally deciding that you must have gone back to your grandfather's house. Knowing this he went home and cleaned up before returning to wait outside for you. When your grandfather saw a Shelby taking up residence on the sidewalk across from his house he hurried up the stairs to rouse you.  

"What's that gypsy boy doing outside?" Your grandfather, who was suspicious of everything, was even more suspicious of the Shelby's.  

You dressed quickly and went to the window to see that John was in fact, waiting across the street with a cigar lit. He was changed out of the previous night's attire.  

"He's waiting for me." You answered. It was Sunday today, your one day off. Even on days off John knew not to wait by your house where your grandfather could see him. You didn’t want the old man writing back to your parents and telling them you were associating with a Shelby. No doubt they'd send for you to come home immediately and you would be cut out of your grandfather's will.  

"Waiting for you why? You know what kind of man that is?" Your grandfather followed you down the stairs and to the door.  

"I know exactly what kind of man he is granddad." You answered honestly.  

You walked outside to meet him across the street, aware that your grandfather stood at the open door of the house, watching you closely. It was Sunday morning and church was starting soon and you were choosing John Shelby over God.  

"About last night," John began. 

"I was startled is all," you cut him off, "at first I mean, I wasn’t startled at all. It was quite invigorating. But then I realized what was happening. Not what you were doing but what was happening to me. I'm not the same person I was when I moved here. I've made a lot of choices to do things I thought were terrible."  

"I'm not going to smarten up and go to mass with you or quite swearing all the time. Or any of it, it's who I am." John was unapologetic about himself, though he knew the consequence of that was losing you. He was trying to have confidence in you. "I'm not sorry for last night either, that doctor was a dick for touching you." 

"That was Doctor Williams?" You felt knots in your stomach, "I didn’t do anything with him John, ever. He just started making advances and I turned him down constantly." 

"You think I beat the shit out of him thinking you wanted him to bother you? One of the nurses told me he was giving you trouble, why didn’t you tell me?" "I thought you'd be mad that I couldn’t handle it myself. I don’t like to confront people John, I was worried you'd be upset I wasn’t more outspoken with him." You replied.  

"I don’t give a fuck if you're outspoken or not. You tell me if someone bothers you from now on alright?" John pulled you close to him, kissing the side of your forehead, "and I like that you cough after every sip of whiskey but you still try acting like you can drink it, that doesn’t make you a terrible person." 

"My family is fairly certain it does." 

"Well fuck them, we'll make our own family then."

It’s finally done...it’s like 2987 words....

@weirdnewbie