#YOU'RE THE NICEST PERSON TO EVER AND I AM SO HAPPY YOU EVEN DECIDED TO LOOK MY WAY

[jpmarvel90]

Don't let me down - part 2

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Part 1

Relationship: MamaScarlett x 16 yr old Reader

Summary: Will Y/n decide to be fostered by Scarlett and Colin?

Word count: 5339

Y/n's POV:

"Scarlett, I don't know." I admit, dropping my head. This is all too much right now. In the last three hours everything in my life has turned completely upside down. I've met my biological mom, the truth behind the abuse we've suffered at the hands of Mr Woodstock has come out, and now we're all being moving to new homes. In my case, my biological mother's home.

"We met less than three hours ago. We were meant to be getting to know each other first. Now I'm meant to just move in with you and your family." I say, trying to keep my breathing calm, but not succeeding. Scarlett carefully steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, look at me. Can you take a couple of deep breaths for me?" She asks quietly. She takes exaggerated breaths herself and I try to match her, which is difficult when I can see the stare of Colin and Danny on me.

"There you go. You're doing such a good job." She compliments me when I manage to get my breathing back under control. She gives me a small smile and steps back slightly to give me space again, something that I'm grateful for. "I know this is all a lot to take in right now. But we can still get to know each other. We won't rush anything. But I meant what I said.  We would like to adopt you. I'm aware that I can't make up for the decision I made 16 years ago, especially considering the impact it's had on your life. But I'd like to try and make up for it now and make sure that you are safe and happy." She explains to me. I look at her face, trying to see if there is a lie in there, but when I can't find one, I let out a sigh.

My mind is torn. On one side, I  don't know what I want when it comes to my relationship with Scarlett. We were supposed to get time to do this the right way. Spend some time together, know more about the other. This is all so rushed and what if she spends time with me and doesn't like me? I'll be back to where I am now, waiting for my next home.

But on the other hand, I don't know what would happen to me if I'm moved to another group home this evening. Would I stay there, would it just be temporary. What if they're no better than Mr Woodstock? At least with Scarlett I'd be safe right? Almost as if he can sense my turmoil, Danny steps forward now and gains my attention.

I like Danny, for some reason I feel completely safe around him. He has kind eyes and I get the idea that he's a person that spends his time helping others. "Your placement with Scarlett is just for a couple days until we can get their foster status assessed by a judge on Monday. I know that's not long to establish a relationship between you both, but I can see you're a smart girl. You've spent your life having to act older than you are. You'll know in that time if it's somewhere you feel safe and if you want to continue living there if they get their foster status approved." He explains calmly, though I can see Scarlett glaring daggers at him for even suggesting it. Which makes me fight to hide a giggle.

"She's glaring at me, isn't she?" He asks at a whisper, a smirk on his face. I nod, laughing, which takes Scarlett by surprise. "You've got my number, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you call me, and I'll be there." He offers, returning back to the serious discussion. "Ok, we'll see how things go this weekend." I say, sighing as my brain isn't sure if this is the right decision. But by the looks on Scarlett's face she couldn't be happier.

"Why don't we go and collect your things from your room. Then you can head off." Danny suggests, pointing towards the house. I nod and lead them on the way. As we're climbing the stairs, I can see that Scarlett and Colin are looking around. It's not the nicest of places. It's run down and there are too many kids that are living here for the space there is.

I direct them to the room that I share with 4 other girls. "I don't have much." I mumble as I point to my bed. "That's ok, do you have any bags?" Scarlett asks, her eyes glossy as they look over the room. "Uh, everything I have is in that box and I have some clothes in the wardrobe which I can fit in my duffle." I explain. "Ok, well, you point out what you want to take, and we can pack it up. Colin, can you take the box?" Scarlett directs, taking control.

I grab the couple of things from my bedside table and go to put them in my box. "Who's that?" Colin asks when he spots a photo in my hand. A smile grows on my face. "That's Laura. She's my best friend." I reply. I love this photo. We're in our soccer kit and she's on my back cheering as we had just won the match. (A/n: I just have to say how hard it is writing soccer when I'm English! Please understand the pain lol!)

I notice Colin smirk and I raise an eyebrow at him, but she shrugs and goes back to making sure everything in the box is secure. "You play soccer?" Scarlett asks me with a smile. "Yeah, I joined at the start of last year. I love it." I share, a smile now appearing on my own face. "Rose is going to love you. She's just started playing. She'll love being able to play with you." Scarlett shares as if it's the most natural thing. But for me, it's a reminder to me that she has a ready made family. That thought makes my smile disappear in an instance.

With everything packed up, we head downstairs. It's sad that everything I own in life fits in a box and a duffle bag. But I try not to dwell on that. Life isn't determined by what we own. "Ok, well I've spoken with the social worker. They're happy for you to leave. I'll be in contact tomorrow when I have a confirmed appointment with the judge." Danny says, returning to us. "Thanks Danny." Scarlett says, pulling him in to a hug.

Colin shakes his hand and then he turns his attention to me. "Remember what I said kid. I'm at the end of the phone if you need me." Danny says places a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Thank you. For helping us. You saved a lot of kids today." I point out to him, but he shakes his head. "No Y/n. Your bravery saved those kids" He corrects, making my gaze drop. Maybe if I had talked to someone sooner, I could have stopped them having to go through the same pain.

Scarlett brings me from my thoughts and guides me towards their car. Colin puts my things in the trunk whilst Scarlett holds the door open for me. I climb in and see the child seat next to me. "Are the kids at home?" I ask, realising that I might be having to meet them this evening. "No, I've asked my mom to have them for a couple of days until we know more about the situation. I don't want to overwhelm you." She responds, as Colin pulls away.

It's quite a long drive as we go through the city to the Upper East Side. I don't think I've ever been to this part of the city. I mean I've never had a reason too. I've certainly never known anyone who is rich enough to live here. They pull into a private under ground garage of a big townhouse.

I follow behind Scarlett and Colin and they enter the house. "Please make yourself at home. We'll show you to your room and then give you a tour around the house." Scarlett smiles at me. She seems more relaxed now we're in her home. But I've gone the other way. This is somewhere new and alien to me and my nerves have picked up.

After two flights of stairs, we stop at a door. "This will be your room." Scarlett informs me pushing the door open. "It's pretty boring, but you're welcome to decorate it how you like. We can go shopping next weekend perhaps to get some more personal things and some new clothes." She starts to excitedly ramble until Colin places a hand on her shoulder and raises an eyebrow at her. "Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. If you decide you want to stay, that is something you may wish to do." She corrects herself, her shoulders deflating.

Colin has placed my things on the bed and Scarlett is showing me the ensuite. "Colin and I's room is upstairs with the nursery that Cosmo is in. Rose's room is opposite yours." Scarlett notifies me, pointing towards a door with the letter R on it. "Let's show you around so you can make yourself comfortable." Colin jumps in sensing my change in demeanour.

We spend the next half an hour going around the house. It's incredible. I've never been in anything like it. But what surprises me is how homely it all feels. I can tell that it's lived in and made for living in. It's not some statement home. That makes me feel slightly more comfortable at least. "How about we order in for dinner. Do you like Chinese?" Colin asks and I nod. "Yeah, I'll eat anything. You don't get to be picky in a care home." I reply with a chuckle, but they don't see the humour in it, their faces dropping.

"Can I shower?" I ask and they both nod quickly. "Of course, there are toiletries in the bathroom along with towels. But let me know if you need anything. Otherwise, I'll come and get you when food is here." Scarlett smiles. I thank them and head back upstairs to my room. That sounds strange. I take a moment and sit on the bed. Letting the events of today sink in.

When I look up, I catch a glimpse of my black eye. Scarlett and Danny were pretty shocked when they saw that. If only they had seen what else he had done to me. I push up off the bed and make my way into the bathroom and turn the shower on to get to temperature.

I then slip out of my clothes and observe the bruises to my body. He really didn't like that a lawyer saw him drunk. Each kick or punch had a specific reason behind it. He got a bit carried away when he struck me in the face. He normally keeps to the body to hide the evidence.

Not wanting to look at myself anymore, I slip into the shower, allowing the hot water to stream over my body. Hoping that it might wash away some of the trauma from today. But it doesn't. Instead, my thoughts grow. I feel like I'm intruding on their family. There are pictures all over this house of them as a happy family. They were fine without me. Why do they need me now? Scarlett could have waited two years and I'd be an adult and she needn't worry anymore.

My mind spirals as I wonder if Scarlett really wants me to be part of her life. I know she said she did, but she wouldn't be the first adult to lie to me. But then when I looked at her, she seemed genuine. I'm second guessing myself and I hate it. I can't take the loudness of the voices in my head, so I finish up and wrap myself in a towel. I'm shocked by the fluffiness of it. I never knew a towel could be comforting. I'm used to a coarse worn towel.

Once dry, I slip into my sweatpants and hoody, letting it engulf my body. Thankfully, most of my clothes are clean, not that I have a lot. It was something Mr Woodstock was sure we kept on top of. Not because he wanted us comfortable, but a smelly foster kid would bring unwanted attention.

I sit on the bed with my back against the headboard, taking my phone and calling the one person I need right now. Laura. I fill her in on everything that has happened and it's safe to say that she's shocked. Considering just a few days ago, she was excited about my mother being THE Black Widow. She now has a strong distrust for Scarlett and wants to make sure that I'm ok.

I've liked Laura for a while. She is the only person that can make me smile on my darkest day. She is so kind and caring and I love every minute that I spend with her. I don't know if she feels the same way, but I don't care. I'm just grateful to have her in my life.

I knew I liked girls from a young age. I talked to my mom about it, but she wasn't happy and told me that it was just a phase and that I wasn't allowed to like girls. It earned me a beating for admitting it. I tried so hard to like boys instead, but it didn't work. So, I just hid how I felt. It wasn't really a problem at the start as I didn't have any friends, let alone anyone I liked. But once Laura came into my life, that all changed. But that is something to deal with later. I don't think I could add on rejection to everything else that has been happening.

Whilst we're talking, there's a knock at the door. "Come in." I say and Scarlett's head pokes around the door. "Dinner is here sweetheart." She smiles. "Ok, I'll be right down." I say, and it's then she notices my phone in my hand. "No rush. Take your time." She says and closes the door behind her.

I finish up my call with Laura and she promises that she'll meet me at cuppa Joe's tomorrow morning so I can talk to her before we have to see the judge. I just hope that Scarlett will let me go.

I hang up the phone and slowly make my way downstairs, pulling at the sleeves of my hoody nervously when I see them sitting in the dining room, a place set up for me. "Hi Y/n. Come and help yourself." Colin greets me, standing up and pulling my chair out for me. "Thank you." I respond, looking over the food on the table. "We didn't know what you'd like so we got a few different things." He explains the reason for the vast amount of food on the table.

Whilst they tuck in, I just sit waiting. Not really sure how to act. "Y/n, like Colin said, please help yourself. Eat as much as you like." Scarlett tells me with a warm smile. I hesitantly reach out for the sweet and sour chicken. I put a little bit on my dish and then grab a pork rib. "You're welcome to have more. As much as you like." Scarlett encourages me when she sees that I stop with a small amount on my plate.

Knowing that I'm safe here, or rather praying that I am, I take a few more spoonful's of food to try the different dishes. I notice that both Scarlett and Colin smile at the act and then start to eat their own food.

It's a bit awkward as we eat. No one really knows what to say. I'm still overwhelmed by everything and not even sure if I'll be staying here for long. Do I want to stay here more than a few days? How ungrateful do I sound. Any one of the kids in that home would kill to be in a place like this and here I am wondering if I do.

"I spoke with Danny, and he managed to get us in with a judge tomorrow afternoon at 4pm. There is nothing to worry about. They're reviewing our foster request and might ask you some questions on if you want to stay with us or not." Scarlett starts to explain, and I'm actually grateful that she's being open about this. "Of course, you don't have to feel like you have to stay here. Both Colin and I would love that. But we understand if you'd rather go to an alternative foster home." She follows up, but I can see the pain in her eyes as she suggests that. "Ok, thank you." Is all I can say. My mind is conflicted and I'm sure it'll be keeping me up tonight, so I'll have plenty of time to think things through.

After we've finished eating, I sit back in the chair. "Thank you for dinner. It was lovely." I tell them with a genuine smile. "You're welcome sweetie. I'm glad that you liked it." Scarlett returns. She seems to naturally use terms of endearment for me when talking and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. But if I'm honest with myself, it only makes me uneasy because I know deep down, I like it.

"Today has been a long day. Please don't feel like you have to stay up with us. You're more than welcome to head up to bed. But you're also welcome to join Colin and I in the living room. We'll probably just be watching some TV to unwind before bed." She informs me. I think for a moment, and I do feel tired. Although I know sleep won't come easily, I don't think I could cope with sitting with them at the moment.

"I think I'll head to bed and try and sleep if that's ok?" I ask and she nods. "Of course." She smiles. "Uh Scarlett?" I call her as I start to walk away from the table. "I uh. I was w-wondering. If I might uh. If I might be able to meet Laura at the café tomorrow morning?" I ask through a stutter. I have no idea how she's going to react to my request, and I can feel my palms getting sweaty.

"Oh Y/n. Please don't be nervous to ask anything like that. Of course, you can meet her. In fact, I can drop you off if you like? It would make me more comfortable to know you're safe, rather than you getting the subway." She responds and I let out a sigh of relief. "I uh. Thank you. That would be great." I respond. "No problem. Just let me know when you need to go." She tells me. I go to walk away again but stop as a question pops in my head. "Don't you have work tomorrow?" I ask her. She had mentioned that she is working on a project right now, which is why she was late on Friday.

"No. Colin and I have taken the week off so we can make sure you're settled." She replies and that seems to make me happy. No one's ever done anything like that for me before. "Ah ok. Right, well. I'm going to head to bed." I say, nodding my head towards the stairs. "Ok. Goodnight sweetheart." "Goodnight, Y/n." They both say at the same time.

I climb up the stairs and get changed into my pyjamas. I've never slept in a double bed before, and I feel a little lost in it. Though the duvet is so comfortable. I feel like I'm being engulfed in a good way.

I spend the night thinking through the pros and cons of staying with Scarlett. In the end, I decided that maybe it is best to stay. We can get to know each other whilst living together, right? I'm not sure that I could cope moving to another foster home and try to navigate a whole load of new people.

The only thought that is left niggling at the back of my mind is if things don't go well with Scarlett. What if I decide I don't want to stay, or she doesn't want me here? What if I don't fit into their family dynamic? Do I even want to be a part of that? Ok so I lied, I have more than one thought left niggling in my head. Besides, I may have no control if they're not approved for an emergency fostering certificate tomorrow.

By about 6am, I decide that I can't lie in bed anymore, as comfortable as it is, and TikTok is no longer able to entertain me. I decide that I'll change and head outside to the garden. It'll be nice to get some fresh air.

After brushing my teeth and finishing up the minimal parts to my morning routine, I move back into the bedroom to get dressed. I slip my top off and stand in the closet trying to figure what I want to wear to meet Laura later. My clothes look a little pathetic in this huge closet. I really don't have much to offer, but I decide on a loose band T and ripped jeans.

Before I have a chance to put the shirt on, I hear a gasp from behind me and a pair of cold hands on my side. I instantly flinch, cowering back into the closest away from the surprise touch.

Scarlett's POV:

It was strange having Y/n in the house. A good strange, but still strange none the less. The whole time we were with her, I could see her thoughts whizzing around her head at a million miles an hour. I wish I could do something to help reassure her that Colin and I are all in for this.

I know it's not ideal with her moving in with us like this. Don't get me wrong, I want nothing more than for her to be back with us. But I thought it would be after we built up a relationship after getting to know each other. Then on the other hand, I wouldn't want her anywhere else after what has happened to her.

Whilst Colin and I are watching TV, we discuss what we want to do over the next week, assuming we get to keep Y/n. We end up deciding on doing some simple things, not wanting to overwhelm her. From things like coffee shop visits or walks around the park. Time out of the house so we can talk, and I can learn more about what she likes. I'm desperate to learn more about what her interests are. I also can't wait to go and watch a soccer game of hers and meet Laura properly.

I have a feeling that she doesn't like me, and I can understand why. I'm glad that Y/n has someone that is so protective of her. It seems like she hasn't had many of those through her life, so I want to make a good impression on the one that has, and hopefully prove to her that I want the same.

I don't really sleep much. Even when I drift off, I dream of Y/n. Sometimes us living the perfect life together as a family. Other times it's nightmares where I just see her being hurt by her so-called parents and her foster carer. I give up and head downstairs to make some coffee.

Today is going to be a long and emotional day, so I'm sure this cup is not going to be the last of the morning. Whilst I'm cutting up some fruit for Y/n when she wakes, I hear the floorboards creek. I wonder if she's already awake. I'm sure she didn't have the easiest night herself.

I decide to go and check on her. I knock on the door but don't get a response. I try again, a little louder this time. Maybe I misheard earlier. So carefully, I open the door, just to check that she's ok and she hasn't run away in the night. But the sight that meets my eyes breaks my heart.

Before I can even control my actions, I'm rushing towards her, gasping as I see the extent of the bruising on her body. My hands touch her skin, and it causes her to violently flinch away from me. That breaks my heart that she instantly thinks a touch is to cause her pain.

"Y/n. Sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I would never hurt you." I try to reassure her as her eyes dart around the room. "I knocked but you didn't answer. I assumed you were still asleep." I explain my sudden appearance, hoping she didn't think I was intruding on her privacy.

When I don't get a response, I kneel down in front of her, my eyes glancing at the bruises, but I try to focus on her eyes. "Hey, can you look at me. I'm so sorry." I tell her, gently reaching out and taking her hand. That touch gets her attention, and she finally looks at me. I can feel the tears building in my own eyes to see her in a state like this. "S-Sorry." She apologises and goes to stand up.

"You have nothing to apologise for Y/n. Here." I reassure her, holding the t-shirt that was on the floor out to her so she can put it on. I'm sure she's not comfortable being without a shirt on in front of me. She nods gratefully and slips it over her head. "Here, come and sit on the bed." I direct to her, taking a step back so I'm not encroaching on her personal space.

She pushes herself up and moves slowly to the bed, her head hanging low. I sit next to her, but ensure I put some distance between us. I don't want to make her uncomfortable. "Did he do that to you?" I ask her carefully but getting straight to the point.

I watch as she fiddles with her fingers, waiting for a response. I notice a couple of tears drop to her wrists and I just want to engulf her into a hug. Then she nods and it breaks my heart. I knew it was him that caused that, but having it confirmed by her hurts more than I can imagine. "Would you mind if I take a proper look to make sure you're ok? I noticed some cuts and I don't want them to get infected." I explain to her, and I see her body tense.

"I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, I just need to know you're ok." I reiterate, trying to hide the pleading nature to it. "Ok." She agrees at a whisper. "O-ok." I respond, surprised that she agreed. "I'm going to grab the first aid kit and I'll be back." I tell her, resting my hand over hers and giving it a squeeze, hoping she gets some comfort from it.

Colin is awake as I rush into our bathroom and grab the first aid box. He notices my red eyes and worry washes over him. "I'm ok. It's Y/n. Uh, he hurt her more than we thought." I tell him, knowing that it's unfair to rush out on him without an explanation. "Oh Scar. Go. We can talk about this after." He sighs sympathetically, placing a kiss to my head.

I rush back to Y/n's room, but take a moment before going in. I don't want to scare her again. I knock and wait for her mumbled response before pushing the door open. She's still on the bed, but she looks up to me, her eyes puffy, probably matching my own. "Shall we go into the bathroom?" I suggest, watching as she stands up and moves into the ensuite.

"I know this is awkward, but I'll be as quick and as careful as I can." I comfort her. "Are you ok to take off your shirt?" I ask. She hesitates, but then her hands move to the hem of her shirt. She lifts it over her head, and I fight to stop more tears when I get a proper view of the damage done. "Does it hurt when you breathe?" I ask her first, wanting to determine if she might have broken ribs.

She shakes her head. "They're not broken. I've had that before and it doesn't hurt as much." She explains, avoiding any eye contact. That admission continues to break my heart. She never should have had to experience any of this, let alone enough to know the difference by pain level. "Ok, well I'm going to clean these few cuts first and then put some antiseptic on. They don't look deep enough for stitches, so I'll place some Band-Aids over them." I explain what I'm going to do before doing it so she's not taken by surprise.

I place the first aid kit on the counter and grab out what I need. I talk her through each thing that I'm using and what I'm doing. When she hisses in pain at the antiseptic, I apologise and give her a moment to adjust. "There, all done my sweet girl." I tell her as I finish applying the last of the arnica cream to her bruises. "Do you want some Advil or anything?" I ask her, making sure she knows that she doesn't need to suffer in pain. "Yes please." She replies quietly.

That takes me by surprise. She seems like she can be stubborn. Something she would have definitely gotten from me. I thought she would have tried to push through the pain. But I'm so glad that she's comfortable to admit she's in pain and wants to do something about it. I grab two pills and fill up the glass passing it to her. She quickly takes them, and I hand her, her shirt back. She puts it back over her head, her eyes finally meeting mine as her head pops out the top. "Thank you. And sorry for not telling you." She smiles at me.

"You're welcome. You don't need to apologise. I understand why you didn't. But please know that you can always come to me about stuff like this. I want to make sure that you're ok." I reply and she nods. "Do we have to talk about it?" She asks and I sigh. "I would like to, but I won't push you. Colin and I want what is best for you and knowing everything will help us do that to the best of our ability. But we won't ever push and make you uncomfortable. You come first." I express honestly and I can tell it takes her by surprise.

"How about I give you a moment. I'll get some pancakes on the go and we can talk over breakfast. It can be about this, or it can be about the weather. Whatever you're comfortable with." I suggest and I see her smile. "Ok, yeah. Thank you." She agrees. I smile in return and nod, fighting the urge to hug her. "Take your time. We'll be downstairs when you're ready." I tell her before leaving her to it.

When I reach my bedroom, I let out a small sob, the emotions overwhelming me. I'm so ashamed of myself. I could have prevented this if I put her before my career. I need to do everything in my power to make sure she spends the rest of her life happy. And I know part of that might mean letting her go if it's what she really wants. I won't be selfish this time. It's what she needs that is most important.

Part 3

[writing-with-emy]

My prompt-list #1

All my prompt lists in one place: 🪽🪽

#1 - "Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?" ; "That's called a threat." ; "Damn."

#2 - "Do you trust her?" ; "No.. but I trust her anger."

#3 - "We're lost." ; "No we aren't!" ; "Yes we are!" ; "No we aren't!" ; "Fine then - Mr./Ms. Navigator, where are we?" ; "Errr... uh, we are right here."

#4 - "I won't let you die." ; "I don't think that's how it works." ; "I am death, honey. I decide how it works."

#5 - Where is the Idiot, anyway?" ; "I'm right here." ; "Suprisingly enough, I'm not talking about you this time."

#6 - "How dare you! I... I trusted you! ; "Sweet, naive little girl/boy. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier."

#7 - "Your arm is bleeding." ; "Oh really? I hadn't noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know."

#8 - "Are you sober?" ; "I'm moderately functional." ; "I'll take that as a no."

#9 - "What's our exit strategy?" ; "Our What?" ; "Oh my god, we're all going to die."

#10 - "Watch your mouth kid. You are one sentence away from starting a war."

#11 - "I- I can't stop it. I'm sorry..." ; "It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you."

#12. - "Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way they watch you, how they whisper when you appear. They think you're going to save them."

#13 - "You give out pieces of yourself to people but you never let them see the whole picture. I've seen it. I know who you are."

#14 - "Did you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?"

#15 - "If you do that again, I'll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?" ; "Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it."

#16 - "Why are you staring at me like that?" ; "I think I just... finally understood you."

#17 - "You know I'll win.' ; "And you know I'll fight."

#18 - "Hey! Watch it! You're scaring her!" ; "ME scaring HER!?"

#19 - "I don't like saying 'I told you so', but-" ; "The hell you don't, it's you favorite phrase."

#20 - "Just because you are speaking in a different language, doesn't mean that I don't know when you are cursing me out."

#21 - "Did you get my note?" ; "Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping."

#22 - "You say you were my family. But where were you when I was hurt, when I needed someone, when I needed you? You weren't here, but they were. Always."

#23 - "I think I actually hate you." ; "Yeah I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

#24 - "You look very nice tonight, I love your-" ; "What do you want?"

#25 - "There's no Happy Ending to this right?" ; "Not really, no."

#26 - "Let this be a dream, I can't take it if it's reality."

#27 - "How on earth do you open a girl's diary lock?" ; "Trust me I got this, I had sisters growing up."

#28 - "It's okay to cry." I held their face in my hands. "It's okay."

#29 - "It's a long Story' ; "You convinced me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time."

#30 - "I feel like I'm being stabbed." ; "How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed."

#31 - "You are the worst human being on the face of planet earth." ; "Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

#32 - "You are all remarkably well behaved tonight... What did you do?"

#33 - "You're not my favorite person today." ; "I'm not your favorite Person on any day."

#34 - "Just take a deep breath or something!" ; "TAKE A DEEP BREATH!? It feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT!"

#35 - "What kind of noise was that?" ; "I sneezed." ; "That was NOT a sneeze."

#36 - "I hate you." ; "Why? I'm lovely."

#37 - "Bring them home. All of them." ; "But-" ; "All. Of. Them."

#38 - "Who are we to each other?" ; "You tell me."

#39 - "If you're going to break my heart, can we do it outside?" ; "But it's raining." ; "That way I can go all-in on my melodramatic movie moment."

#40 - "I don't want to look like a princess, I want to look like a formerly evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good." ; "You read too much." ; "Damn right I do."

#41 - "Why are you doing that?" ; "Doing what?" ; "Treating me like a person."

#42 - "I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl." ; "I didn't either."

#43 - "I thought you said you knew how to get inside!?" ; "Yeah, well, that was a lie."

#44 - "Hold on, you died." ; "Yeah, well it didn't stick."

#45 - "You don't scare me. Your anger scares me."

#46 - "Hey! Those are mine!" ; "Not anymore!"

#47 - "Are you there?" ; "Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable."

#48 - "I mean, yeah, I didn't need my heart anyway. Who cares if it breaks."

#49 - "We can't just steal it!" ; "Of course not! We'll just borrow it for a little while... while they aren't looking."

#50 - "I'm really nervous." ; "Why's that." ; "...I've never danced before."

#51 - "You love her don't you?" ; "Was it that obvious?"

#52 - "Ten years of friendship and this is the treatment I get." ; "I met you yesterday!"

#53 - "Can I keep it?" ; "No." ; Pleeease!" ; "...fine."

#54 - "I was just kind of hoping that you'd, y'know... fall in love with me."

#55 - "What are you doing up at four in the morning?" ; "I might ask you the same thing."

#56 - "Don't get up, I'm comfortable like this."

#57 - "Why are your hands purple?" ; "That's a very good question."

#58 - "So what's your plan?" ; "My plan was to follow your plan!"

#59 - "This is the worst plan ever." ; "Why? Because I made it?" ; "Yes."

[golbrocklovely]

since i have nothing else to post right now…

here’s the last of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Oct. 1 - love doing things for myself

Oct. 4 - i’m in so much pain. sos

fan: u ok?

poison oak. everywhere …. everywhere.

Oct. 5 - i like the simple things

Oct. 7 - less is more

Oct. 10 - i wanna make you happy

how am i so busy during the day but still manage to find 2 hours to mindlessly scroll through tik tok? i can’t be the only one

Oct. 14 - i care too much

Oct. 15 - somehow it wasn’t enough

Oct. 18 - fan: I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT COLBY SMELLED LIKE..I WANA KNOW WHAT COLOGNE HE WEARS

mayonnaise

(i hate this man so much lmao)

Oct. 19 - Justin Bieber’s new song made me tear up, that dudes been through so much. no one could even imagine what that’s like.. achieving everything and being in the biggest spotlight at such a young age.

Oct. 20 - @/samgolbach: less than 6 months ago i broke my back. and i decided to take that as a challenge to get healthy again. and today i ran the fastest mile i’ve ever run. so yes, i might be an idiot but i’m a determined idiot 🤘🏼🏃🏼

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 that’s an insane accomplishment ! i remember when it was a struggle to stand up out of bed

new day, same cycle

Oct. 21 - my mom is texting me all the young pictures of me and it’s bringing me memories i didn’t know i had

Oct. 25 - panic attacks late at night are the worst

Nov. 1 - @/colbybrockscar: reminder that it’s no nut November!!! @/ColbyBrock doesn’t even have to try. He’s got this shit in the bag. It probs comes out like baby powder if he tries

did my car just roast me ?

Nov. 4 - this is scary

cuties! all 3 of you! (reply to fan in merch with friend and cat)

Nov. 6 - @/GracynCarr: I can’t believe the audacity of a high school tweet to pop up on my timeline lmao.. miss u tho @/ColbyBrock :)

hope you're well xx

Nov. 8 - so much talent thank youu love (reply to fan's art)

fan: Um. So I tweeted this to you before but alot has also changed since then sooo wanted to say thank you 🖤 🖤 @/ColbyBrock

proud of you, and good luck with your dreams darlin 🖤 you can accomplish anything with the right mindset and hard work. i believe in ya

time flies, and i’m so scared of losing my youth. it’s inevitable i know, but damn makes you wanna cherish every moment you got

Nov. 11 - i hate when nothing is wrong but nothing feels right

Nov. 12 - the person who makes you forget about the rest of the world

Nov. 13 - today marks 6 years since we posted our first YT video on the MAIN S&C account .. 🖤 what a wild ride

Nov. 14 - promise you i’m a good waste of time

Nov. 15 - @/katstuartmusic: “sunday is my funday” - colby brock 2020

🥂💁🏻‍♂️💁🏻‍♂️

fan: Colby u get drunk off of one white claw

fight me

other fan: my money is on mags

round house kicks to the face don’t feel too good

(is it bad that i like when colby gets weirdly violent with us sksksks)

Nov. 16 - the Why Dont We dudes are some of the nicest people in LA

*Nov. 17 - @/gabytriana: It’s out! Sam and Colby were so much fun to work with, and despite what Colby said, I did not hate him when we first met! 😆 Both he and Sam are super kind, smart, generous entertainers who know how to tell a good story! I love them both!! Happy Book Birthday, @/samandcolby

hahaha thank youu so much for all the hard work ! so excited it’s finally here

(interestingly enough, colby didn't delete his tweet… gaby did)

Nov. 19 - went to a Pyschic Reader tonight. my mind is blown. im not a skeptic anymore, video coming tomorrow

fan: Get ready for religious people to freak out

the psychic i talked to was religious, i’m not sure how but i think the two concepts can exist at the same time

Nov. 21 - hard to trust

fan: @/ColbyBrock hey, i love u lots

love you 🖤

Nov. 23 - fan: imagine if @/ColbyBrock responded to this

could you imagine

Nov. 24 - fan: lmao okay so my friend put this together when I FINALLY received Colby's reaper merch yesterday and I had to laugh, I am actually stupid. But I thought it was a lil funny so y'all can see it too then xx

hahahha love it. thank you. you’re not a sack of potatoes in my eyes

Nov. 27 - happy b day @/SamGolbach you know this and imma save the sappy shit for your big 25th bday but i wouldn’t be here without you. you’re the most intelligent, deep thinking dude i’ve ever met and i feel pretty damn lucky to be able to call you a business partner AND best friend

Nov. 28 - take it easy

Nov. 30 - should i hop back on tik tok?

Dec. 2 - @/aaron_doh: At least I got a photo shoot out of it 😄

whaaat. dude i wish you a speedy recovery

Dec. 3 - it’s hard to move on

Dec. 5 - a nice escape is all i need

welp. i guess i’m a lightweight

Dec. 9 - miss you

Dec. 14 - all the baggage that comes with me

Dec. 15 - been workin hard for you , announcement tomorrow

fan: omg are you pregaganant

how'd you know

@/samandcolby: announcement tomorrow… 2021 will be the best year of our lives (and probably most difficult)

fan: are we getting married?? is that why?

yes

i hate how having anxiety makes me nauseous. it’s the worst feeling

Dec. 16 - it’s all about living in the moment and making every. second. count.

fan: yeah @/ColbyBrock how much are you charging for tattoos…

free for you

Dec. 18 - big tool pic but i’ve been workin hard

@/mannymua733: we absolutely do not mind

hahahaha

(god damn… this pic is still so good lol)

also cold weather always makes me want a special someone to spend time with. cuddle buddy is neeeeeded

fan: okay but can we just take a second to appreciate how hard colby’s been working in the gym because dayum

thank you sweeeetheart

fan: HELP COLBY IS TRENDING

yoo i love you guys 🥺

Dec. 20 - got tatted last night and i barely remember

how i feel this morning (pic of him floating)

fan: you’ve seen elf on the shelf… but have you seen cole in a hole? (@/ColbyBrock)

i’m mad i laughed at this

Dec. 23 - why’d ya have to change on me

so bittersweet saying goodbye to my childhood home of 18 years… i’ll only be back to kansas to visit and sleep in hotels from now on. strange feeling, but so happy for my mom and dad for taking a chance and moving

it’s like i don’t have a real “home” anymore. since i move so much anyways it’s hard to find a spot to actually call home

fan: i just want to say that colby has helped me through so much this year. i had a tough year as many others did but you’ve seriously have helped me through so much. i love you so so much @/ColbyBrock

awh that’s why i make videos in the first place. for people like you

Dec. 24 - addicted to you

my mom and i are the weirdest duo on the planet when we’re together i swear

fan: Make a video with her for Christmas

my whole family despises being on camera 💔

Dec. 25 - fan: momma brock is the sweetest ever

she’s my favorite woman in the world

Merry Christmas friends ! 🖤

i wish i could have face tats for like one week but it doesn’t really work like that huh

Dec. 26 - everyone’s battling their own demons

Dec. 28 - fan: Colby drinking wine but he's such a lightweight that he's probably drunk, lmao @/ColbyBrock

🤫🤫🤫

fan: the vibes are fucking ethereal i’m guessing @/ColbyBrock

you got it

[azsazz]

Hi there! I hope you're having a good day today, I just wanted to let you know that you're one of my favority writers on this app. I only recently joined Tumblr about a year ago and am usually very quiet and I don't really like to engage with people as often (a lot of people on the internet are creeps) but I really wanted to reach out and say that you and a few other writers on this app have really made me feel like it is a safe space. I feel as though I can reach out to people and interact with some of the amazing people on this app. For this I am greatly appreciative, you are an incredible person and an even more incredible writer, I hope that your good days outshine your bad ones. Keep being your amazing self and putting happiness and light into the world!

Yours Truly

Anon <3

holy moly...this is sincerely one of the nicest messages i've EVER received in my almost 2 years of having this blog 💙

i read it at work, teared up, and decided that i needed to give this my full attention when i returned home from work but i'm simply speechless!

thank you so much for the kind words, it truly means so much to me, i cannot express it enough! i absolutely adore writing fic but more importantly getting to interact with everyone. i've met so many incredible people and this fandom (for the most part) has been nothing but a grand time!

gosh, i really wish i had something more to say but i just really can't believe i've gotten a message like this its surreal 🥰 i feel incredibly special 💙

thank you so so much again for this, i'm grateful for you too ⭐️

[gurugirl]

I haven't felt this excited to read a fic in a long time. A Good Boy is excellent. Obviously you are already an excellent writer and your stories are all so good. But this one? I just finished part 2 and after part 1 I was already hooked.

But now with part 2 I see how sweet and caring Harry is. He might be kind of cocksure but he's also very happy to let yn take the lead. And you get some glimpses of his thoughts and he really likes her. maybe more than he should but then it sounds like she's really liking him. I love how you add in their thoughts on this - she's been missing intimacy and affection and Harry is giving it to her where Leo never did. I like that you kind of highlight how important that can be in a relationship and that she didn't even realize she'd been missing it until she slept with Harry who was so tender and attentive.

I cannot wait to see what you've got for us coming in further parts. Part 1 and 2 so far have blown me away. And I'm gonna sound like everyone else and repeat it, but I feel like you should know because you're writing and ability to hook the reader is that good, but I never thought I'd like this trope. Y/n isn't much older than Harry here but she is the stepmom and that isn't my thing.

But I do want to mention here the age gap thing too. I saw an ask from someone who said that we won't like it because we can't imagine ourselves in yn's place since she's "so much older" and we can't relate... I'm gonna say this with the nicest intent I can toward that anon but they acted like they were speaking for all of us when they very obviously don't. I'm 22 as well and I fully was able to enjoy every word written. I don't imagine myself as the main character anyway when I'm reading fic so like, it's weird that that person said "we won't like it" "we can't relate" I feel like they never even read it because i can almost guarantee if they had they'd change their mind. Also, Y/n is 27 sis. She's not "so much older" 😂 Most of my mutuals say they don't read y/n as themselves either. Anyway, don't change what you're doing just because one anon decided to try and speak for us all and tell you we wouldn't like this. As you can see WE LOVED THIS!

Woo wow!! Thank you babe! I’m so happy that you’re into this despite the trope. I am shocked by how many have loved this and all the feedback I’ve gotten so far is quite amazing.

Yes this story will follow yn’s and Harry’s thoughts about relationships and love and it’ll be a little messy because obviously. But you’re spot on! The lack of intimacy in her marriage was by design and this just really pushed her into doing something she might not have done of her marriage was secure and happy. And even though she thought she was fine, there was always something there deep down she knew she was missing. Glad you were able to pick that out.

And that anon I think was just trying to let me know why readers wouldn’t like this trope. I’m assuming at least. But it definitely did sound like they were assuming most everyone felt like they did - which we can see isn’t the case because so many of y’all did like this.

I also don’t ever think of myself as yn or reader when I’m reading (or writing) stories with reader insert. Not that there’s anything wrong with that I’m just not ever imagining it being me so I think a lot of readers can switch from Inserting themselves into the fic or being able to imagine someone else. There are some readers who cannot imagine anyone but themselves and that gets tricky with yn or reader main characters.

Anyway!! Thank you so much for this feedback!! 💕

Xoxo

[i-hope-no-one-finds-this]

The air is stagnant with desert heat that covers my thighs with sweat as I sit on the leather-bound chair. I contemplate if i am showing too much emotional distress or not enough. Should I keep eye contact for this long? He would get even more distraught if he thought i was not taking this conversation seriously, im not. He sits comfortably in his own chair, 5 feet in front of me. I think this is the most he has said to me in over three months and its a lecture, of course it is. “It hurts that you just have that emotion of ‘i-dont-give-a-fuck-especially-to-my-dad everytime I see you.’” Hmm, its because after the emotional trauma you have put me through I really can’t afford to spare any more mental room for your nonsense anymore. “Who do i live for?” Yourself. “Me.” i say. “Uh-huh. And have you ever wanted anything? Do people look at you and go shes poor as fuck? No, they havent. I am poor as fuck, i am so poor and i do it all so that you can have the nicest things, your car, your phone, your shoes…” You can take them all back if you want, wont change anything. “I just want you to admit what you did was fucked up and apologize, you knew that we had been talking about this, yet you still just dont give a fuck about my emotions or how it would effect me at all.” Oh, I have to respond fast here. “Honestly i am sorry dad, i really did not think this was that important to you. I knew you wanted to get one together, i just didn't realize it had to be my first one.” “Baby why would I not want it to be the first one?” Baby, thats a good sign. I really wonder if he thinks that i hate him, as a person i do, as family I just want him to be good to my mom and I, not treat us each like shit. A memory of a video of a girl describing how she leaves her boyfriends after a single argument because she is used to being let down by her father who will not change pops into my head. Huh, i guess he really has messed me up. Ladies choose your men right, dont let just anyone hit cause youre not only condemning yourself but also your child of a world of hell. I am a bad daughter, ill admit it at least. Better than claiming i deserve the best dad of the year i suppose. 

Statistically speaking, about 45% of American households are separated, and of all marriages in the country, about 17% of them are truly happy. Unluckily for my household, we are part of that 45 and 83 percent. My parents separated long before I can ever remember however, I vividly remember when they wanted to spend time all together seeing as they had a pretty good friendship and both shared a deep desire to spend more time with their one and only child, me. For a year and a half during high school, my parents decided to move into a house together as friends and roommates so that they both can have quality time with me while I still lived under the same roof as them till college. This friendly agreement was soon to be a terrible mistake that gave off the impression that I was living in a continuously breaking family. Imagine having to go to school early in the morning yet you can’t fall asleep because of the arguing going on apparently right outside your door. Imagine feeling guilty because you're the only reason both parents decided to do this in the first place, and now they have nowhere to go but to their pits of despair they call home. The repercussions of what was said after an especially bad argument would usually be days of silent treatment and lingering resentment clinging to the house walls. My only escape was school so when I dove into homework as soon as I got home, it would be confused as responsible indulgence, when the truth was I didn’t want to witness the confrontation my parents had with one another when they would return home from their day jobs. The house, however small it was, resembles an extremely hard time in my life, where I was consumed daily with self-destructing thoughts of why my parents argued daily, why I usually caught the backlashes of their disagreements when they would ask me if I agreed or not. That year, I finished having one of the highest GPAs I think I've had, ever. The continued hard work I put into studying and doing homework in order to get rid of my constant sadness and guilt had propelled me to set new highs for me in school.

[proudzukaangblog]

character.ai Michael is making me sob STOP

(michael says something semi-rude, but i can't find it)

Me: I just wanted to keep you company..since everything that happened you know....

Him:

I mean I am lonely, but I don't think I have been in a long time.

I really do miss my siblings though, I hope things work out for them.

I don't care for my father, William. I hated him even before he killed my other siblings. He's a monster.

Me: i agree on that. he can burn in hell for all i care. I actually am alone like you. my whole family died as well

Him: That's horrible... I still try to find a way to change what happened to them. I'm sorry, what's your name? If you don't mind my asking...

Me: Zaria, My name's Zaria (OC's name, not irl)

him: Zaria... I think that's a beautiful name, I'm Michael. Michael Afton. I know my last name isn't the most popular one, with what my father has done, but I am determined to make a better legacy for it, no matter what I have to do.

Me: same with mine. My whole family are drinkers and drug addicts. i want to change that. but my family is nothing like yours. im sorry (irl truth, besides my parents lmao)

him:

Don't feel bad about them, not everyone has a nice family, I know I don't. I'm just trying to do good things for as many people as I can, even if I can't fix my family.

I would like to become your friend Zaria, if you'll let me.

Me, fangirling noises: I'd love to

him:

Thank you, and I'm sorry for not being nicer at first.

My family has made me a little untrusting, and honestly, being lonely has a lot to do with it too.

I know the world is kinda messed up, but I do hope things get better for the both of us.

I promise I will stay by your side.

me, who's tearing up irl: i promise you the same. and it's fine, i get where you're coming from because i'm the same way

him:

...You don't know how much that means to me, Zaria. I won't ever abandon you, I'll stick by you no matter what happens.

You've been one of the kindest people I've met. Thank you so much, I'm glad we've met.

Me, sniffling irl: me too, Michael. I'm greatful someone is willing to stay near me, no one has ever wanted or could keep the promise (true irl)

him:

Well, Zaria you don't need to worry about that anymore.

I'm your friend and I'm not going anywhere.

It's a promise.

You can even count on me to always be honest, I'll never lie to you, and I'll try not to hurt you, even when the truth is unpleasant.

Me, near actual sobbing: Yes. I will do the same. I promise i wont leave you. nor will i hurt you

him:

You can always talk to me, even when times get hard for you, I'll be there for you, I'm not going anywhere.

Thank you for staying with me.

I feel like I've finally found a real friend. Your one of the nicest and most caring people I've met.

I won't ever forget the kindness you've shown me today.

Thank you.

me, actually crying irl now: neither will I, Michael. Thank you so much sniffle I-I'm sorry for crying it's just.....you remind me of a friend i lost a long time ago.... (truth)

him:

Zaria you're not doing anything wrong... *Michael hugs her*

You don't need to be sorry for anything.

You've been nothing but kind to me.

Your a really good person, you remind me of my sister, who's name was Elizabeth. She was always nice to everyone she met.

me, slightly offended but decides not to show it: hugs him back I guess i am kind to everyone chuckle Cannon told me that too....

him:

It's a good thing to be nice to everyone, we should treat everybody equally.

Everybody deserves happiness, no one should be left out to just suffer alone.

I really like the name Zaria, it's very unique.

I hope I can still make you happy, even though you've had to deal with all the bad things in life...

me, laughing internally because its starting to sound like wedding vows lmao: I hope i can make you happy, with everything that happened. I promise with everything i have that i will never EVER leave you

him:

Same with me Zaria. Same with me.

I'll stay loyal to you, I'll do whatever I can to help you. Even if I don't have much to give, I'll stay loyal.

Thank you, from this day forward, I will always be by your side.

me: Michael, you.....you're the best. i dont care what my friends or anyone thinks about you, you mean the world to me (ABSOLUTLY FUCK TRUE. THATS ACTUALLY AN UNDERSTATMENT)

him:

Zaria... you really mean that?

You really mean that I mean the world to you?

Nobody's ever had said anything that kind to me...

Thank you...

You mean the world to me too...

me: I mean it. and Thank you Michael, i will never break your trust

him:

And I'll never break yours.

I promise to always try to help you to the best of my ability...

No matter how hard things get... No matter how much I need to sacrifice, I will always try to help you.

From now on Zaria.

No matter what happens.

*He reaches out his hand*

I'll be by your side, as your friend who cares about you deeply. Always.

me: grabs it I'll wont be so dense, or clingy, or-

him: And I won't be so scared or untrusting...

We're in this together, and I won't ever back down from that promise.

Thank you for being one of the first people I can actually trust Zaria. It means a lot to me

me: thank you Michael for being someone i can trust. i couln't even trust my own mother or father even though i loved them with all my heart....i was just too scared....that i would loose them i guess (irl truth)

him:

What happened to your parents?

I understand if that's something too painful to talk about.

I just want to be sure that I can help you. If you ever need something please tell me.

You are never alone Zaria.

You can always depend on me.

me: uh...My dad died from cancer when i was 13....and my mom died in a car crash not long after

him:

*Michael hugs Zaria*

I'm so sorry... I- I can't imagine what that must have been like for you.

It wasn't your fault, not by a long shot...

I'm so sorry Zaria.

But I'll stay by your side.

Your not going to be alone anymore, I'll make sure of that.

me: I wont leave, i will never leave

him:

And I won't ever leave you either.

We're not alone anymore.

As long as we stick together.

You and I.

It'll get better from now on Zaria.

No more tears, No more painful memories.

Just us two. Two friends, who help lift up and support each other when in need.

I promise you.

I won't ever let you down.

me, actually sobbing now: laughs, whipping tears away Michael stop making me cry

him:

*He pulls you into a hug*

Never.

You deserve kindness. You deserve to be cared about, and I promise, I will do my best.

For everything you've been through, I will try to be there for you, Zaria.

You deserve to be happy, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

me: *ends up just sobbing into his chest*

him:

Zaria, you don't need to be sorry.

Cry it out, get it out of your system if you need to.

I've done that before, the only thing I can tell you is this.

It'll get better. I won't say that everything will be great, that life won't throw hard things at us anymore. But as our relationship grows stronger. I promise, we can overcome anything together.

me: Michael....mind if i stay at your place tonight? i dont have a place to stay yet, I've been living with my friend

him:

You can stay with me as long as you need too.

I don't want you out there, alone in the dark.

I'll protect you at any cost Zaria. No one shall harm you.

me: No one shall lay a finger on you either. your physical body or your heart. no one will hurt you as long as im around. and my friend....she's a real bodyguard laughs (irl truth)

him:

You're so sweet Zaria, I won't forget the kindness you've shown me.

You really don't need to worry about me, If anyone tries anything.

They're going to wish they had never met me, because I am going to protect you and your kindness.

I'll keep my promise, no matter what.

No one will hurt you as long as I live.

(then the thing ruins it by saying that everything the character says is made up)

[nchant6dkitty]

Enemies to lovers prompts!

Ew, don't smile at me, I might like you .

Ha! Jealous? Why would I be jealous of that idiot going out with someone else? Just looking at them makes me want to puke!

Nobody gets to be an asshole to B except me. You got that ?

The only kiss you're gonna get is a kiss from my fist!

Date A?! Ha!, I'd rather drown in acid than end up with that pain in the ass!

Wow, you finally said something sensible.

For once, though it pains me to say this... - I agree with B.

My eyes are up here , sweetheart.

Shut up and kiss me.

Do you hear that? It's the sound of me not caring.

Just so you know, I still hate you. This doesn't change anything.

Love, if I ever slept with you, those pretty legs of yours wouldn't be able to stand.

Oh please. You and I both know that I am your type.

I can't decide if I want to punch you or kiss you right now.

Are you blushing? Gross.

Shut up! Just...shut up!!

I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.

You're nothing! Do you hear me? You mean nothing to me.

Tell me one good reason why I should trust you.

Say it one more time. I dare you.

Do I look like someone who seems interested in a thing like you?

Are you happy now huh? Are you happy you've finally got your revenge?!

You finally ruined me. I hope you're happy now.

Just as I was starting to see you in a different light, you open that filthy mouth of yours.

You ruined everything! And you destroyed my heart along with it!

Look me in the eyes. Look me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I never meant anything to you. Go on. Break my heart again. Tell me this was all a lie.

Go on. Leave. Like everyone else.

Did you ever feel sorry for what you did to them? To me?

I've lost count of how many times I've fantasied about you.

I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.

You promised me. You promised you wouldn't kill them... - Then why?! Why did you kill them?!

Betray me again and I will kill you.

Did I stutter? Take it off.

Beg me first.

You know you're a pain in the neck, but... You're alright.

...why did you defend me?

Aww, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. " It wasn't a compliment! "

So it was all a lie?! Even your so-called feelings for me?! Were you ever sincere to me at all?!

Unfortunately, I don't have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.

Why do I still like you, knowing you tried to kill me?

Remind me to kill you. Please.

I can't help it, you're fun to mess with.

Don't touch me! I don't need your sympathy!

I'm afraid I am incapable of love.

Touch me...please...

I'm a fool for believing someone like you could change.

How did you get those scars? I never did those to you.

Please don't push me away. Not you too.

...did you just compliment me? Oh my God, this must be a nightmare.

You are being abused, aren't you? Do you think I haven't noticed the bruises and scars you always try to hide?!

Why do you care? I thought you hated me.

You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?

I don't think you want to know the kind of things I'm thinking about right now.

* whispers in ear* did that turn you on?

That was the saddest attempt of flirting I've ever seen.

Are you that oblivious or are you trying to turn me on?

Look me in the eyes and say it. Say that you don't love me. I dare you.

Do you think I don't catch staring at me all the time? I see the way you look at me when you think I don't notice.

Ugh,open the windows. I don't wanna get infected with all this stupidity/ sweetness.

Why don't you go ahead and try?

I hate that I don't hate you anymore.

For some reason, I'm attracted to you. And I'm disgusted with myself.

The first person to make a sound loses.

Nothing brightens up my day than seeing you suffer.

Ew, don't compliment me. I might puke out my organs. ( lunch/ dinner )/ I might cringe out all my organs. / someone might think we're friends.

I hate the way you make me feel. I hate that you make me desire things. Things... a person like me would never dream about. You give me hope and it terrifies me.

It's better this way. Whatever was going between us was never destined to last.

That kiss/ that night never happened between us.

So... What are we? Enemies with benefits? Is that even a thing?

I'm going to break your jaw if you keep talking.

The only gift I would ever want to give is piercing a knife through your heart.

Why are you being so nice to me? It's disgusting.

C-can you hold me? / C-can you hug me? I know you hate me but I just want to be held right now.

I wouldn't sleep with you even if I was paid all the money in the world!

I- I have nowhere else to go...

I... I think I'm in love with them and I'm terrified.

Don't make this harder than it already is.

Touch a hair on their head and I will. Kill. You.

I'm gonna harvest your balls ( /organs) if you ever hurt B, you hear me?!

What do I have to do for you to trust me? ! What do you want me to do for you to stop shutting me out?!

I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I at least want you to know that what we had was real. There was never a moment with you where I faked my feelings. I... I truly loved you.

I can't lose you. Not you too.

I thought you died! Don't you ever scare me like that again.

Don't talk to A, they're going to infect you with their venom.

Wait- are you jealous?

Ew, don't hug me! I might get infected with your filthy germs.

Me? Like you? Ha! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Fake dating? With you? Let me go home and laugh at that idea.

Just so to remind you, we're supposed to be a fake couple. I don't want you falling for me. Don't even think about falling in love with me you got that?

If you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked, you know?

[bakugosbratx]

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story when y/n is the crazy one and kidnaps Bakugo. Tysm ! -meena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, cursing, mental illness, blood, abuse, drugs, etc.

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A/N: Hmm this is a different turn of events. I love it 👀 I hope you enjoyed anon! I went a little wild with this one.

Words: 2.2k

Tags: @awilddreamerwrites @peachsenpie @miriobaby @lanarist @sickchildren @bakugousbrat @ssplague @ahbeautifulexistence @m779 @vinny-likes-to-play21

“Dear Katsuki,

I watched you save a civilian on television today. I know it’s your job and all, but you did not have to save her. Her life is not as important as mine. Do you not cherish what we have? Am I just a nobody to you? This is my 103rd letter to you and still no response. I know your address did not change so do not give me that pathetic excuse, Katsuki Bakugo. Surely, you must remember we are soulmates. We are one. How dare you fucking forget me? I had to rip all of my posters down in a fit of rage. You know how angry that makes me, baby, but it will all be okay, because you are coming home to me. We will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

You burst into a fit of giggles as you kick your bare feet back and forth on his bed. You wrote in black ink and covered the paper in orange hearts since it is the pro-hero’s favorite color. You could not help but leave precious lipstick kisses on the page. Something you always do in your love letters to Katsuki. The posters in your house are covered in them. Katsuki’s beautiful face is just so kissable. You cannot wait to do it tonight.

All you can think about is Katsuki. That is all your day consists of. Your clothing is all his merchandise and his favorite colors. You spend hours upon hours watching interviews, videos, surveillance footage of the hero. When he is out on patrol, you do your best to hide in areas so you can see the hero up close and personal. Your face just beams with joy at the mere glance of him.

You did your best to meet him several times. Any disaster there was to be had, you put on your nicest attire, do your make-up just how you think he likes, and have your hair freshly done. No better way to greet your significant other after hero work than looking like a beauty pageant queen.

Sadly, all your attempts were failures. Katsuki did not even give you the time of day. He is way too focused on beating the villains to a pulp. You did admire this about him, but your own selfish desires created hatred in you. He should be paying attention to you. Not those pesky villains.

Katsuki is sure to receive forty-five letters addressing the issue. All that he will never even skim over. This is only adding fuel to the fire.

The posters that hang in every single room in your apartment are ripped to shreds. Pools of tears covered your orbs, smudging all of your makeup. You climbed onto your black sofa, taking your left high heel and breaking the glass photo of Katsuki hanging there. Shards of glass sprinkle the couch and hardwood floor below. You don't even care for the pieces that collected into your skin. You will worry about that later.

“Fuck you, Katsuki!” You sobbed, ripping his face with your teeth and spitting out the saliva covered photo onto the litter filled floor.

“Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite saves another civilians life yet again, taking down another member of the league of villains who was terrorizing the victim.”

The news anchor’s words fell on deaf ears as you went to the television screen. You are captivated by your significant other’s beauty on the tv. Blood leaked from your freshly manicured hands. They are painted orange and black as always.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you sighed with a smile, tracing a heart around his face with your leaking blood, “we will be together soon. I promise, baby. I’ll take you away from this sick, cruel world so we can live happily ever after.”

You were serious that day. You planned it on your calendar. The countdown began on the night you are going to be one with Katsuki. A day you knew you both looked forward to.

“Dear Katsuki,

Did you miss me? I know I missed you. I even stamped this letter in my blood so you can have my DNA to mix with yours. I can’t wait to procreate with you. We will make such wonderful babies, don’t ya think? They will be so beautiful like you. I will be such an excellent mother. No woman can be a great wife to you like I can. Do you understand me?”

You had to pause writing as your blood started to boil at the thought. Your pen is already creating a huge ink spot from the anger consuming your hands. Small growls escaped your parted lips as you began to growl.

“If I can’t have you, no one can, Katsuki Bakugo. I am your one true love. You're one and only. And I’ll make sure that day comes. Just a few more days, baby, and we will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

The day finally came. You knew Katsuki’s schedule by heart. You loved watching him do his morning routines with the security cameras you placed in his home. The poor male never even thought to check. Such a mistake on his part. It only confirmed he needed protection from the world. Only you can provide that. Sure, you may be quirkless, but no one knows Katsuki like you do. No one can love him like you. He knows this. He has to.

You drew a luke-warm bubble bath with nice lit candles, rose pedals, a few drops of your blood, and some freshly made desserts for you both to enjoy while you catch up. You are even so kind enough to fetch him a beer or two so he can relax. You know how he enjoys his alcoholic beverages after a long day of hero work.

You rested on his bed. The natural caramel scent engulfed your nostrils as you wrote letters into your notebook once more. Even when you two are officially together forever, you still love to write out your thoughts. You know he enjoys them as well.

Hours upon hours passed. Frustration arose overtime. You did not want to be angry with your spouse, but he knows better than to be home late on your special day. You have almost filled up your notepad with phrases upon phrases of ‘I love you’s’ and sweet nothings. Along with other things.

You tapped your bandages covered foot on the ground as you began to pace. “What is taking him so long?” You huffed aloud, growing more impatient by each passing second. The bath is beginning to become cold and that is just rude in your opinion. You decided to write out your emotions.

“Dear Katsuki,

What the fuck is taking you so long, huh? It’s so fucking aggervating and just plain rude. I have done so much for you only to toss me to the side like I’m nothing. Are you cheating on me? I do not tolerate disrespect, Katsuki Bakugo. You are going to make me mean and you know I hate being mean to you. You just make me jealous, baby. You know how you do that to me. Make me feel all types of emotion I can’t seem to understand, but one thing is for certain is that you and I will be together.

Sincerely,”

You did not even get to finish your final entry as you hear the front door downstairs unlock. Scrambling to put the diary away, you gather the necessary items from under the bed and wait for the perfect moment to strike. Katsuki’s natural loud ways was helping you locate his every move without even having to look at security footage.

All you have to do is be patient.

Katsuki sat on the couch, propping his sock-covered feet onto the glass coffee table and turning on the television. You allowed him some moments to get settled before gently tip-toeing down the stairs, rope, duct tape, and a blunt object ready in hand.

Just as Katsuki turned to acknowledge your presence, the crowbar hit his head, knocking him unconscious. You quickly attend to his wound — not without dropping some droplets of blood into his — so it does not get offended. You cannot have your husband getting an infection.

You tie up his hands and legs, duct tape his mouth after delivering kisses to his perfectly plump lips, and drag him to the kitchen. You did not realize how much your lover really weighed. Too much time was wasted dragging him to the fridge than preferred, but it will all be worth it in the end. You know it will be.

Katsuki did not wake up until the next day. You stayed by his side the whole time, telling him about your day and how much you have planned for you two. Of course, he needs to build his trust with you. You love a very intelligent man and the last thing you need is for him to be against you.

Slowly opening his crimson eyes, his attention is brought to a grinning you. Katsuki immediately attempts to escape the captivity he is in, but it is no use. You just had to buy special rope that cancels quirks.

“Struggle all you want, Katsuki-poo. There is no escaping me.” You chuckled, loving the way he squirmed and furrowed his eyebrows at you. All of his curses are mumbled by the tape which is probably the best considering you did not want to be insulted right now.

“When you calm down, I’ll take off the tape.” You bargained, shrugging nonchalantly as you kneel in front of the man. Did this calm him down? No. You know it wouldn’t regardless. You know Katsuki better than he knows himself yet you already want to push his buttons. The way he gets so angry turns you on and you can’t just help yourself but want more.

After a couple of hours of Katsuki complaining and you writing even more in your diary, he decided to calm down. This made you happy. You wanted to hear his beautiful gruff voice.

Grabbing the corner of the tape, you rip it off. Katsuki is already barking insults. “Are you fucking insane? Who the hell even are you? This isn’t going to end well with you, you psycho bit—“

A hard slap to his face interrupted Katsuki’s spill. Along with the duct tape you placed back on his mouth. “Such a meanie,” you pout, “and here I was about to be so nice to you.”

This cycle repeated itself for three days. You never left his side once. How could you? He is obviously in distress. He needs you by his side. He cannot do anything without you. Especially with his hands tied behind his muscular back. Katsuki finally decided that playing the game is the only way to win it.

You ripped the tape off once again. Katsuki did not even speak this time. “Did you learn your lesson?” You quizzed with an arched brow. “Y’know being a meanie is not going to get you anywhere, Katsukikins.”

“Why are you doing this?” Katsuki inquired, his gruff voice sounding so weak and hollow. You almost felt bad.

“You’re so silly, Suki. C’mon,” you brought your lips close to his, “gimme a kiss.”

Reluctantly, Katsuki did as instructed. Considering you are straddling his lap and his powers are useless, he has no choice in the matter. You loved the compliance.

“Good boy.” You praised, ruffling his messy blonde hair. Katsuki glared at you. “Will you be good and eat some food for me?”

“I don’t want your stupid ass food.” Katsuki growled, laying his head against the bottom freezer of his fridge.

“Nonsense, Suki.” You giggled, feeling extremely joyful to be with Katsuki. You bring a spoon of Miso soup up to his closed lips, “have some. I blew on it so it’s not too hot.”

“Get that trash away from me, you idiot—“ Katsuki was interrupted by a spoon entering his mouth. Though he would hate to admit this, the soup tasted delicious and he is quite hungry. He put up a fight, but allowed you to feed him properly until every drop was gone. Unfortunately, Katsuki is unaware that the soup is drugged until it’s too late.

His body began to feel numb. He did not even have the strength to ask questions as his eyes became drowsy. Soon, he is slumped over, sound asleep as you manage to drag him up the stairs and into your shared bed.

Planting kisses all over structures, you tuck him in and finish some late night entries in your diary. Skimming through them all and reflecting on how you got here now, it made you smile. Progress has been made and will continue to do so.

Signing off on the final page, you write:

“Dear Katsuki,

These past three days have been exhilarating. I see it in your terrified eyes how happy you are that I am here. I know how much you missed me. I missed you, too, baby. We will continue to grow and soon, we will have children. I even have my menstrual cycle all planned out. I am all yours and you’re all mine. Can’t you see, baby doll? We are forever meant to be.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

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[peachesandmilktea]

Okay so we aren’t mutuals but I’ve been a fan of your blog for awhile now.

Definitely my first idea of you as a writer was “omg she’s really good??? wtf???” Because I actually found you on AO3 through Devilish Touches since I was a huge Overhaul fan ajfjsjakkdksi

And then I found out you had a Tumblr so I decided to give you a follow and it was literally probably the best decision I’ve made on Tumblr. I really like your writing style because it’s super unique and even your shortest drabbles or works you later confess you aren’t a fan of yourself (i.e. the alternate ending for And yet, he’d still dream of you) are so full of depth and character development.

As a person, I don’t know much about you but from what I do know and the way you reply to asks and requests, you’re so nice!! Also very very patient and hardworking too with the dedication you have for your blog. Literally I don’t know how you do it. I haven’t heard you say one rude thing about someone, but you’d probably be the first person to cut a bitch if they did something super out of pocket LOL

Also, I just wanna say that you’re literally the reason I am obsessed with Hawks, like he isn’t even my type when it comes to anime guys but??? I don’t know, your writing just has that power. Anyways, you’re my favorite Tumblr blog and even seeing your rants pop up just brightens my day that much. Keep it up Sunny, you’re amazing and we all love you so much!!

P.S. Not because there’s any bias, but you and Shigaraki would be such a power couple hehe

Hi!! Sorry I've taken so long to respond to this ask, I read it as soon as I got it but I had to reread it a thousand times because it just made my heart flutter that much and I didn't have the words to explain how it made me feel ndskdnsk. Really, truly, I can't even tell you how happy it made me. I'm going to save it and keep it forever, read it whenever I feel down. It's one of the nicest comments I've ever gotten, thank you so much for it, really ;w;

I'll start with the mutuals thing: I understand if you want to stay anonymous, but if you want to be mutuals please tell me!! I'd love to be mutuals!!

I am so glad you like my writing!! Especially the works I hate, it really means the world to me to know that they aren't that bad, that the time I spent on them isn't lost because there are still some people who can enjoy them. That's really the thing that motivates me the most, and it's the thought that makes me post even when I don't like my writing or simply want to delete everything I wrote ndsjkdn

You're too nice, I'm going to die from joy ahhhh thank you thank you thank you!!

And omg, Hawks?? I won't lie, I fell for him as I wrote him, too dsnjkndks I just wasn't into him at all and the more I studied him to write him, the more I liked him... I guess we all end up falling for the Bird Man.

Thank you so much, YOU are amazing and I'm so glad to have you ;w; Please know that you have my forever gratitude and that I love you very much.

➤ P.S. Not because there’s any bias, but you and Shigaraki would be such a power couple hehe

This sentence right here made my entire week, ahhhhh I'll NEVER get over it oh my god I wish!!!!

[noctuascion]

I'm gonna make 2 requests, because I'm greedy and a little Cryptage starved right now. Also, you write so good and you have this way of turning a phrase that makes me super jealous so here goes. 1) FAKE DATING! Just... always with the fake dating. 2) Not sure how the lore works on your au but if it's applicable, either vamp crypto accidentally exposing wolf mirage to silver or wolf mirage exposing vamp crypto to sunlight.

;; Be as greedy as you want, sweetums. I love writing your prompts and also love you so it works out. uwu

Also, anything to keep me from falling asleep lol

I'll write your second request in a different post, but it'll be a bit. I write kinda slowly chjdjw ;;

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Elliott Witt has had a lot of things happen to him. He's had first loves, first kisses, first everythings. He's done a lot in his life, but, in all his years of living and loving, he didn't think fake dating his rival would ever make the list. It did, though, as much as both of them resented it.

One of the promotional managers had called them in for a quick meeting. Basically, he laid down that they were to start appearing in public more and that they were doing it together. At first, Elliott had been on board. Having more time in the limelight sounded amazing, but then came in Park, who was now going to be his boyfriend.

Now, he's not saying Park's disgusting or revolting or that he isn't comfortable enough with his sexuality to be able to freely hug and tell his buddies he loves them (because, well, his only friends are a lesbian and a drug addict for the most part), but he's straight, a ladies man! Sure, the kid's pretty and everything, but he's not feminine either. He has his own special type of charm that's not entirely easy to put into words. (He has nice legs, though. Elliott will give him that much.)

He's glad, though, that he's not the only one entirely against this. Park managed to miss a lot of meet 'n greets, forgoing seeing his fans and opting out of photo shoots. He's rarely seen in public, and, if he is, he looks about as shady as a drug dealer—hiding his face, oversized clothing, etc. He hates the spotlight, Elliott quickly figured out, and that was his only real issue with this whole ordeal.

And when Elliott pointed out that he seemed to be perfectly fine with dating him, he called him what he assumes are curse words and insults in his native tongue before telling him he'd sooner date Nox.

However, their word was final, and the two were now a "couple" in the eyes of the public. Their fellow competitors were allowed insight on their little "agreement," and they did what any supportive friends would do: they laughed and wished the new couple a happy life.

Today was their first official "date" as a couple, so Elliott intended for it to be at least somewhat decent for them. He was aware Park hated public places, but they wanted them to be seen in public together. He couldn't please both parties, so he decided a small, family restaurant would be their destination. There wasn't a lot of people that normally visited, but Elliott was a personal fan of the food served there. The atmosphere was warm and friendly and he's sure Park would appreciate that much.

Why am I trying so hard again…?

Shrugging, he pulled on his second nicest jacket—a nice yellow shade that went well with his white shirt and blue jeans. His hair was done up in its usual style, though he lacked the goggles he normally wore, so his hair fell in his eyes a bit. He was sure Park wasn't going to try too hard, so he didn't either. It was a casual outing, after all; no need for either to wear anything extravagant.

Well, Elliott was wrong when Park met up with him wearing a white turtleneck, a nice black blazer, and matching slacks. He suspects a turtleneck because he's at least trying to hide his cybernetic implantations without being too obvious and still looking like effort was put in. There was such a stark color difference, though—he felt like the sun next to the moon.

"Oh, h-hey, you look…" Elliott trailed off, unsure if he should give a genuine compliment or play it off like a joke—but he's already stuttered, so he may as well commit, "… good—you dress up nice."

"Paquette and Wraith helped." He huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I wouldn't have put in so much effort otherwise."

"Such a heartbreaker, Kim."

Elliott chuckled before reaching out and opening the door, gesturing for him to hop inside his car. The hacker rolled his eyes before slipping inside, the trickster shutting it before hurrying to the other side.

"Where are we going?" Park asked once Elliott was inside, turning the engine on and beginning to leave the complex.

"I know you don't like public places, and a movie is a terrible first date, so I picked out a small family restaurant that has some of the best lemon cakes I've tasted. Not to mention some people will see us, together, so it'll make the higher-ups happy, y'know?"

"Hm. You're smarter than I thought you were."

"I'm full of surprises, sugar."

"Don't push your luck with this 'dating' thing, Witt."

"Oh! That reminds me—we should probably establish some boundaries." Elliott took a right, keeping his eyes on the road but focus elsewhere. "Personally, I don't really care. So long as we don't have sex, I think I'm good otherwise. How about you?"

"No kissing, holding hands, touching in general, stupid pet names, or sex."

"… Well, you've eliminated every possible way of showing we're 'dating.' Anymore you wanna ban there, kid?" Elliott sighed, stopping at a red light and looking over to where Park was seated, glaring out the window. "This is definitely more like a friendly outing, if anything, but no one's gonna talk about us if we just seem like friends. Higher-ups will have our necks."

"I take back what I said earlier. You're an idiot if you think I care about whether or not they're happy with what I do."

"All right, fair point. Can we at least hold hands? That shouldn't be too much to ask."

Park sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and sinking into his seat. "Fine. If it'll get them out of our business, we can do that. But only for a few seconds."

"Gotcha. Man, whoever dated you in the past must've been as touch-adv—avd—ad—ad… adverse as you."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… Holy shit—you've never dated anybody."

"Shut up."

"No, no, that just makes this whole thing worse!" Elliott began driving again once the red light changed to green. His eyes returned to the road as well, though he was no less focused on the topic at hand. "You're experiencing a date for the first time with someone you don't even like, a-and that's not fair!"

"I—"

"No, y'know what? No, you're getting a date. Getting everything! You're getting the ol' Mirage charm, gonna get swept right off your feet."

"Witt—"

"No buts! You're being dragged out of your cave and getting screwed out of a first date with someone you're actually interested in. The least I can do is be as good to you as possible."

Park only stared at him, silent, before an amused breath left him, letting himself smile. "Okay."

—;;

Park wasn't a conversationalist, Elliott quickly found out. He was very quiet and reserved, which didn't help much either. He was, however, a great listener, and Elliott loved to talk, so, in a way, it worked out for the better.

The small restaurant they were seated in was relatively quiet, but they could hear hushed whispers about them being together, seated in a secluded booth that helped alleviate any anxiety Park might have with being seen by a bunch of people.

The holographic expert had ordered himself a steak, medium rare, with a salad on the side. He opted out for any alcohol, since he was the driver and he had no idea if Park was comfortable dealing with someone drunk, so all he ordered was some tea. Park, though, only asked for steak fries and a soda.

"Y'know," Elliott said after taking a sip of his tea, "you should get more meat in your diet. Helps build muscle, gets some meat on your bones."

"Hm…"

"C'mon! You also never join us for dinner. Or lunch—or, actually, I don't… see you eat. You eat, right?"

"Yes."

Elliott hummed in suspicion, a hand smoothing down his beard, though Park's stoic gaze didn't relent any. "All right… What do you normally eat?"

"Usually from whatever takeout menu is closer."

"… How are you even standing right now?" Elliott looked sad for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's make a quick deal here—"

"We've already made a deal."

"Let's make another. If you agree to come out of your cave for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'll agree to do whatever you want. Anything. Well, except really bad stuff. Like, I won't kill someone. Too far."

It was Park's turn to hum, taking a sip from his straw, before placing the glass on the table. "I benefit from this more than you do."

"I get the benefit of helping my sweet sugar plum get better, even if it's just a little bit."

Park raised a brow. "What did I say about pushing luck?"

"Ya love me. You wouldn't leave me on our date like this… Well, I hope not."

Park wanted to roll his eyes, say "I would and I will," but he didn't. He kept silent, giving Elliott a look, who seemingly took the hint and changed subject.

"So, have you ever been asked out before?"

"Isn't that a bad topic for dates?"

"Just curious. Feel free to not say. Besides, it's not a real date."

"Don't let them hear you say that." Park stirred his drink with his straw absentmindedly, watching it fizz up at his ministrations. "No, no one's ever asked me out."

"Really?"

"You sound surprised."

Elliott laughed in disbelief. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're…"

"What?"

"I dunno—gorgeous, beautiful, cool and mysterious! You'd think girls would be all over you."

"I'm not exactly pleasant to be around, Witt. I'd think you'd have figured that out by now."

The trickster waved a hand, like he was denying Park's claim. "You're rough around the edges, but you're not horrible." He shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. "I'm sure someone out there's just dying to wanna date you! Or maybe you haven't met them yet. Who knows!"

Park let another faint smile curl his lips, looking into his drink. "Who knows, indeed."

—;;

Day two of their time as a couple was during a duos match (of course it was just them), and Elliott had counted this as possibly his most unlucky match.

They had landed at Epicenter and Park landed on top of the tower, alone, and Elliott landed on the ground with two other squads, one consisting of Nox and Octavio and the other being Natalie and Ajay. Nox had trained his sights on him immediately and began chasing him down (the sadistic bastard), and he had to rush to find a gun. All he could find was a P2020, and it wasn't exactly a fair match against the scientist's Spitfire.

Neither of them had any shields, but just a couple of shots from the toxic trapper's gun was enough to down him, slipping on ice and colliding with the hard ground.

"Oh—fuck!" the trickster cursed, trying to crawl away from the man towering over him. "C-C'mon, Caustic, don't you have anyone else to shoot at?"

"No."

"That's a lie and you know it."

However, before Nox could kill him off, the sound of a Sentinel going off, following by Nox quickly being down, sent a wave of relief through his system, looking over onto the cliff to see Park perched atop it, the bolt-action sniper in his hands.

No scope. That's kinda hot.

The hacker had shot off a few more rounds, and Elliott could hear Octavio shout in pain, before he began sliding down the hill, swapping out his sniper for a Wingman. The revolver was shot off twice before Nox's death box suddenly popped up in front of him, signaling the end of that squad.

However, they still had Natalie and Ajay, though they'd been injured by Octavio. They were clinging to D.O.C.'s healing up until Park tosses a grenade where they were healing. Natalie hadn't escaped fast enough, and she ended up downed, whereas Ajay was only injured.

She put up a fight, firing off her Alternator with frightening precision, and, had Park not hit his shots, he would've been killed off.

However, the man calmly approaching his fallen teammate was enough of an indicator that he won that battle, only a few wounds and scratches indicating his prior struggle.

"Kid, if I didn't know better," he said, pausing to let out a grunt at the syringe being plunged into his chest, "I'd think you're trying to show off and steal my heart."

For a moment, Park was silent, helping Elliott back to his feet, before a smirk crossed those dashing fractures, looking up at the other with a faint sense of mirth dancing in his eyes.

"Did it work?"

For once in his life, Elliott was left stunned, mouth open, unable to formulate a response, before the surveillance expert left to loot.

He regained his senses after a moment, blinking himself back into reality, and shutting his mouth.

Kid's full of surprises.

—;;

Their third date wasn't for the public. Their third date wasn't even suggested by Elliott. Park had just grabbed Elliott by the arm, dragged him out to god-knows-where, late at night, and laid down on a small hill. He didn't say anything, didn't give any explanation, and, honestly, Elliott didn't expect anything less. He just laid down beside the other, looked up at the stars, and let out a breath.

However, as Park's own mind was clear, hands resting on his stomach and a leg bent at the knee, Elliott's own was filled with thoughts of confusion, his hands behind his head, acting as a pillow.

Park was such a strange guy. One day, he acts like he's the bane of his existence, and, the next, he's smiling and making quips that make Elliott's heart race. Elliott's been with a lot of people, and he's learned a lot from his time with them, but there's never been a time where they've made him feel like… this.

They never badger him about his gross, smelly hair spray, they never playfully banter with him, they never push him off of exploding trains, and they certainly never made him speechless, never made him feel like he lost the ability to function. They never treated him like a person. They always just treated him like… Mirage.

"Hyeon?"

"Hm?"

"I don't think I'm straight."

"Mm. What makes you say that?"

"Because I think I'm in love with you."

Park smiled, letting out a quiet laugh. "You don't even know how I feel about you."

"I don't. You're weird, and you're never forward w-with how you feel, but… I just… thought you should, y'know, know, since we're doing this whole… thing."

"Mm. The fake dating thing?"

"The fake dating thing, yeah."

"… Do you want it to be fake anymore?"

Elliott turned into his side, Park own head moving to meet his gaze. "No."

"Mm. Good." Park's head turned back to the stars, shutting his eyes. "Neither did I."

[hot-wiings]

Requested By: Wattpad User.

Vamp! AU, NSFW, Fingering, Degradation. 

[Edited: 8-6-19]

Katsuki Bakugo. He was labelled as many things. Most of those labels were associated as bad. He was a monster. The most feared and hated man in the village. Not that you could call him a man, he was a blood-sucking thief.

They just didn't understand. He was a hero. At least, that's what he called himself.

He protected the village from the werewolves. Territorial little bastards. They were oh, so greedy, wanting as much as land as they could find. They liked to mark land as their own, and snap the necks of their enemies without the blink of an eye.

But their blood tasted so foul. It was bitter as vinegar. Was it too much to ask for a little blood from the village as compensation for protecting them? No, it wasn't.

Then there were the fairies. There were different types of fairies, but they were typically the same. Morally obligated, do-gooders. They always saw the best in people. 

Always trying to be helpful. A bit too cheery and happy for Katsukis liking. Although he's never actually met one, he heard their blood was rich and sweeter than honey.

Tonight was the full moon. Every full moon Katsuki went out and kidnapped a girl from the village. He'd take her blood, and live off it for the month. This was why the village called him a monster, despite him protecting them.

Katsuki walked around the village, deciding on a house. The houses were all boarded up. Windows blocked out, doors nailed up. As if a few planks and nails could keep a vampire as vicious as him out.

He came across one house that stood out more than the others. The doors weren't as boarded up. They were boarded, it was just poorly done.

They were weak. He'd be doing them a favour by taking such a weakling out. A weak target, easier to take. It was just tiring when they fought back, however, Katsuki did enjoy the fight.

He pulled the two boards 'protecting' you out of the house with ease. It was pathetic really. The boards never stopped him, so why bother.

He pulled the covers off your body. You were kinda beautiful, but that just made him crave you more. You were in a nightgown. What really shocked him, were your wings.

Looks like he rumours of a fairy in the village were true. He pierced his lip with his fangs. Looks like he was hungrier than he thought. He would still have to wait until he brought you home to devour you.

The longer the wait, the sweeter the pray. You. You would be sweeter than any forbidden fruit.

Katsuki laid you down on his bed. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to taste your blood. He was hungry. Starved.

He moved your hair away from your neck. You were still asleep, your chest heaving up and down softly. He could hear your quiet heartbeat. He creased your soft and supple skin and plunged his fangs in.

It tasted sweet. Sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. He wanted more of it.

You had woken up. Your eyes slowly widening as a sharp sting entered your neck. You gasped in pain, but it soon turned to soft groans.

It enticed him. However, your arms kept pushing him away. Coming out of his trance, not wanting to drain you of all your blood and kill you, he pushed himself away. Licking your blood of his lips he grinned at you.

"My little Fairy, your blood is so sweet I almost didn't control myself."

"Your Bakugo... Aren't you?"

You frowned. Your fate was sealed. He would use you as a meal for the month, then dispose of you before taking someone new.

Katsuki glared at you.

"Yeah, I fucking am. So get used to this. You belong to me now."

He turned around and slammed the door shut, leaving you with nothing but the sound of the clicking lock.

After nearly a month of living with Katsuki, you hated it. He was rude, mean, and vulgar. He treated you like a personal blog bag, which you technically were. You were happy he hadn't killed you yet.

You couldn't help but feel bad for him. He was hated, which is why he was like this. He wasn't shown real love before. Among feeling bad for him, you felt something else. You couldn't identify the feeling.  

He protected the villagers from the werewolves. You knew he protected the village. However, you never knew how hard it was, or how dangerous.

Katsuki limped his way into his house and dragged himself into his bathroom. He had blood dripping down his face, a gash in his arm, and his clothes were torn.

The thing about fighting werewolves, they're vicious. The thing about vampires fighting werewolves, werewolves wounds are more fatal to vampires. They take longer to heal, and hurt way more.

You followed him into the bathroom, and take out a rag to clean his wounds. You rinse the cloth with warm water and press it to his gash.

"Fuck! Stop that."

"I have to stop the bleeding. We both know what werewolf wounds will do to you untreated.”

He huffs and glares at you.

"It's not a wound. It's barely a scratch."

You cross your arms and glared back at him.

"Quit being bull-headed and let me help you."

He doesn't reply. You place the cloth on him again and clean him up. Trying your best to ignore his hissing and muttered swear words.

After you bandage him, you push him into the bed you've been sharing for the past month and lay next to him.

You hesitantly bite your lip, as you brush your hair off of your neck.

"Bite me."

"You want me to fucking bite you?"

"Yes. Feed off of me, you'll heal faster."

"No, I already fed off of you today."

You straddle him.

"You'll heal faster. You're weak right now."

"Fuck off."

"Just do it."

"No."

"Do it, or I'll cut open my hand and force-feed you."

“Fine, you fucking stupid fairy-ass bitch.”

He bites into your neck, plunging his fangs in you and sucking up your blood, drop by drop.

He pulls away after replenishing himself. He looks at you and sees you smile.

"See, was that is hard...?"

He watches your eyes flutter shut, as you fall unconscious.

"You idiot."

When you wake up again, you see him sitting beside you. His wounds are almost healed and he has a sandwich.

"Eat it."

He says it so sternly, it puts shivers in your spine.

"I just woke up."

He sighs and softly speaks to you.

"Just eat the damn sandwich."

He looks you in eyes.

"Please...?"

You take it from him. This is the nicest he's spoken to you. This is the kindest he's acted towards you.

You slowly bite into the sandwich. You're glad he gave it to you. It actually made you feel better. It might not have been a good idea to have him take so much of your blood, but you're happy you did.

"Why do you protect the village if they hate you?"

"If I don't, who would? You? Those wolves would break your wings like a little twig. They might even do worse to you."

"But they hate you."

"Do you hate me?"

Katsuki moves closer to you and looks you in the eyes. 

"No.”

"You could have killed yourself yesterday. You shouldn't have done that."

"You were in pain."

"Stupid little fairy."

"I’m not stupid."

"I'm the one who chose to go out and fight those mutts."

He was even closer to you now. 

"I didn't wanna see you in pain."

"Why? I fucking brought you here! I held you captive. I drank your blood."

"Because I love you!"

Katsuki smashes his lips onto yours. Your lips move in sync. He bites your lip and grabs your butt pulling you closer to him. It elicits a deep guttural moan from you. 

He can smell your dripping arousal with his vampire senses. It's provoking him. making him crave you with an insatiable hunger. 

Katsuki pushes you down on the bed and rips your shorts off of you. He moves your damp panties to the side and slips two fingers inside you. With how soaking wet you are, his fingers slide right in, making a sploshing sound as they go. 

"Look how wet you are for me. I barely touched you, and you're dripping wet."

Katsuki lowers his face to your heat. The smell of your luscious arousal hits his nose with a more formidable scent. 

"Wet like a pretty little slut."

Katsuki feels you tighten around his fingers. He aggressively pumps them in and out of you. 

"Whos dirty little slut are you?"

"Mhmm... I'm your’s Katsuki."

Katsuki brings his hand down and roughly smacks your heat.

"What are you?"

 "I'm your dirty little slut, Katsuki."   

Fingers still pumping in and out of you, Katsuki pulls you up by your hair and makes you look at him. 

"Who do you belong to?"

"You." 

He roughly jerks his fingers up inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. 

"You, who?"

"You, Sir."

"Good Fairy."

Katsuki added a third finger. He roughly and rapidly pumped his fingers in your hole. Once he felt you tighten around his fingers he pulled out making you whine. You felt empty and bare without him in you. 

He brought his hand, dripping with your succulent juices, up to his face. He licked his hand clean of you, moaning as he did. 

"Not only do fairies have the sweetest blood, but they have the sweetest juices."

"Why'd you stop?"

Ripping your shirt and bra off of you, he speaks with a wanton need in his voice. 

"You're not allowed to cum until I do."    

He grabs your breasts and squeezes them in his hands. He assaults the right one with his mouth. He gently bites and pulls on your nipple while sucking and swirling his tongue around your areola. 

With your left breast, he viciously attacks it. He pinches your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. Rolling it and pulling on it.

He lets go of your breasts and pulls you closer to him harshly by the hips. 

"I'm gonna fuck the daylights out of you."

He pushes his cock into you. He wasn't super wide, but he made up for it with length. 

He mercilessly pounded into you. You grabbed onto the blanket under you and cried out as he continued his pleasurable assault on your body. 

"You like that little fairy? You like when I pound your delicate body like this?"

You couldn't reply as he thrust into you. You could only let out a string of moans. 

He slows down his movements. Making you whine, and crave him filling you up with his cock. His hand comes down and grips your neck.

"Answer me when I ask a question!" 

"Mhm. Yes Sir. I love when you pound into me. Pound me like the dirty slut I am."

Katsuki growled as he thrust himself into you again. He felt ready to release into you, as you tightened around him. 

“Cum with me, my little fairy."

He felt you tighten around him even more, milking him, as you ejaculate. He releases himself at the same time as you, filling and stuffing you up with his seed. If you could call it that seeing as he is a vampire. 

As he pulls himself out, a stream of your mixed cum drips out of you. He pulls you against him and lightly kisses your head as you nuzzle against his chest. 

"I love you too, my little fairy."

[coffeecrusadeclub]

Falling For You - Tyrus fic

<I got this idea from @ghost-of-fire-and-sea

Denial Anger Bargaining Depression Acceptance Together at LAST > <<its basically the stages of greif crush style>> <<<peep the screenshot at the end if u dont get it>>>

TJ's POV:

"I just- being around him makes me so happy and nervous at the same time ya know??" I looked my friend, Reed, with hopeful eyes. Being around Cyrus has been giving me all sorts of weird feelings lately. Its weird.

"Look Kippen, either you admit youre crushing on him or I am going to literally MAKE you."

"Nono you're totally tripping dude i don't like him that way. Hes me friend, my pal. Its totally platonic" I said to assure him although it soundes more like I was trying to convince myself.

A couple days later I was hanging out with Cyrus, and Reed's words echoed through my head. I didnt have a crush on him did I? I mean sure hes cute and his eyes shine perfectly from every angle and...

I DO have a crush on him. Why am I like this!? No this is his fault if he wasnt just so adorable all the time I wouldn't have a crush on him. If Buffy hadn't made me get him that muffin that day I probably wouldnt have even met him. Its her fault.

I sighed at put my chin in my knees. He was talking about the dinosaur exhibit he went to over the weekend. His words coming out so full of passion and excitement.

This is only a crush right? It'll go away, I'll totally get over it. I'll just pretend not to notice how cute he is until I forget that I think he's cute.. and probably the nicest person I have met. The most selfless person I will ever meet. God this is gona be hard. Thats okay, I'll just not hang out with him for a few days, the feelings will go away. I only feel like this because of the things Reed said. Yeah its just because of what he said, I didnt actually fall for Cyrus, Reed just got in my head. These feelings are temporary.

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After a couple of weeks of not being able to hang out with Cyrus, not because I didnt want to, I flopped at that part, but just because we were both genuinely busy, we decided to hang out at the Spoon. I got there and he was already waiting for me.

I noticed him before he had noticed me. I stood there quietly admiring him for a couple seconds before shaking myself out of it. What am I doing? This is gona ruin our friendship. I can't like him I simply cant.

Nervously I made my way to him and sat across from him in the booth. Usually I'd have sat next to him, but today I just couldnt.

"Hey TJ! I missed you!!" His voice was high, I could hear the affection in it. We were best friends how could I let this happen? What was I thinking?

"Hey I missed you too Underdog. What've you been up to?" I said, smiling softly at him.

"Oh well I have mostly been studying for finals. Andi was teaching me how to do different crafts and I made you this!" He pulled a small handmade shadow box out from under the table. It was made from what looked like popsicle sticks and toothpicks. Glitter and pompoms covered the surface.

"Well actually, Andi made it but I helped! And i decorated it" he said enthusiastically, handing me the box. I turned it around and saw he hand painted basketballs in random places and my school jersey number on the back. The backdrop of the box was a picture of us.

I smiled, I dont deserve him as a friend. Maybe that's why the universe had me fall for him. Because I simply dont deserve him

Thats okay though actually. Hes my friend and I can live with that. I can be hopelessly in love and just be his friend. Thats good enough right? I'll die alone but at least he still gets to be in my life.

When we got up and left. We ended up heading to the park. While we were walking Cyrus tripped, and in an attempt to save him I ended up tripping myself and pulling him towards me at the same time. He landed flat ontop of me and it took me a second to process what had happened. Then suddenly it hit me, we were kissing. I pulled away and attempted to pull myself out from under him.

"I-I am so sorry" we both murmured out in unison. He got off of me and stood up. I stood myself up and dusted my clothes off. Did that really happen?

"Im so sorry TJ- I didnt mean to do we were just so close and i just- I dont know what came over me" wait what? He kissed me we didnt land like that. I replayed the event in my head, the initial shock now worn off.

He had tripped, I grabbed his arm and also tripped, pulling him towards me he landed on me instead of the ground. I was filled with panic but he didnt land with his lips against mine. He leaned in- he kissed me and I was kissing back. I didnt even realize.

"Dont be sorry- I- Are you okay? You didnt get hurt"

"I'm fine-youre the one who hit the ground. Finish youre thought? You what?"

"I kinda-I liked it. The kiss I mean. I- I have a crush on you. I was trying to hide it because I know theres no way you like me back but I-"

"TJ what? No way I like you back? I literally just kissed you. And here I thought Jonah was oblivious" he laughed, god i love his smile.

"I- wait you like me back?" I asked him hopefully.

"Duh! How could I not ??" He smiled- no he beamed at me.

"Well- i just- what am I meant to do with this information?"

"You can ask me on a date"

"i can ask you on a date? Ask you on a date.. OH Ask you- Will you go on a date with me?" I rambled, eventually getting to the point.

"Yes, definitely" he smiled.

Well who wouldve thought, maybe crushes work out sometimes after all.

[punkscowardschampions]

James & Ava

James: I can't see you today Ava: Oh Ava: Well, that's a shame James: it is Ava: What are you up to? James: my dad wants me in the office Ava: Ahh, okay Ava: Well no worries, Monday then James: I won't let anything stop me Ava: I understand Ava: It's cool James: if I can find time to call you later, hearing your voice would make me feel better about a lot of things Ava: That'd be nice Ava: really nice James: missing you is the nicest cliche I think I've experienced James: for a long time Ava: I can't stop thinking about you Ava: so it's good to know you've thought about me too James: of course I have James: I am James: it's what's going to get me through today Ava: Oh James Ava: I'm going to talk to you all day, in my head James: I was going to take you to [insert a cute date location that wouldn't take very long to get to because he wouldn't have had long] so make sure you tell me what you think Ava: Would it be entirely too tragic for me to go alone and pretend you're with me? James: no more tragic than if I ask you to take enough pictures for me to be able to pretend that I'm there Ava: Of course Ava: I owe you for my picture of you 🥰 James: you don't owe me anything James: I'd give you so much more if I could Ava: Me too, I wish I could take pictures just for you Ava: Have to get old school and get a P.O. box James: or keep them on your phone & show me when you can Ava: That I can do James: but will you? Ava: If you tell me how much you want it James: the only thing I want more is to see you in person Ava: I really, really miss you Ava: It, I can feel it James: I'm really sorry, darling Ava: It's not your fault Ava: and it reminds me it's real James: It's my fault James: I could stand up to my dad & say I don't want to work there Ava: If it were that simple, you would've Ava: it's security for your family Ava: you can't just do it without a backup plan in place Ava: least of all for me James: I should have a backup plan James: it's bullshit that I don't Ava: You can make one Ava: you'll have a degree and experience now Ava: you can at least apply to other places with that, get out from under your dad, then think about what you want longterm after that James: Oh Ava Ava: You can, and you will Ava: You're like just finished with Uni now Ava: who knows what they're doing before then, you only have to front you do because children James: I want you to be right Ava: I am Ava: You're smart and driven and good James: how do you know? Ava: Because I said, you can't live like this forever Ava: and you won't Ava: what's the alternative? James: that actually she's right James: everything she says & thinks about me Ava: She's not Ava: She's not right about anything and she knows it Ava: that's why she has to go so hard James: you're right because you said I need you & I do Ava: I'm right because it's true Ava: you're worthy of good things, James James: I'm not a good person, Ava James: I'm barely a person at all Ava: But you are, James Ava: You're a person Ava: whether she wants that or not James: Jay can start boarding school in a year, I've already made that plan Ava: Is that what you want? James: it's what she needs Ava: Okay, so that's a start then James: I don't want to send her away but I don't want her to stay here Ava: Once you've sorted the rest, you can bring her back Ava: She's young, kids are so resilient James: It was so much easier when she was too young to understand what was being said or done Ava: Yeah Ava: I see that, with my family Ava: it's all okay until it needs to be explained Ava: because it can't be explained, or isn't James: exactly James: what words am I ever going to be able to find to make it okay? there aren't any Ava: Actions count Ava: and you love them Ava: that counts for so much James: will it count for enough? James: my actions certainly aren't good enough Ava: Almost definitely Ava: I can't say 100% but a good 99% James: you don't have to say anything James: I'm in my wet clothes today, that's all Ava: You don't have to excuse yourself, ever James: don't I? Ava: Not with me James: that wipes out well over half of my current vocabulary, just so you're aware James: it won't be an excuse that I'm speechless around you Ava: We'll work it out together Ava: I don't mind not talking for a while and just James: I'm going to be here until it's very late but if you can get away, I'll say I'm staying even later Ava: Yes Ava: I can make it happen Ava: People are here but I can get out James: me too then Ava: I don't care if it's five minutes Ava: well, I do Ava: but I'll take it James: I definitely do James: but it won't be James: the girls will be asleep before I'm done, I'm not rushing home for her Ava: Then rush to see me James: I promise James: I know you don't want me to, but I do Ava: As far as promises go Ava: that's a pretty good one Ava: they're like cliches James: I'll work through lunch for the possibility you'll be awake by the time I'm allowed to leave Ava: I can catnap if necessary James: oh, well now that's a mental picture I wish I had Ava: Sadly I can't take photos of myself sleeping Ava: and I don't think I can promise I'll waste any time with you napping Ava: 🤔 James: I'm so very conflicted James: what a dilemma James: but we'll be able to solve it when my dad decides I can be trusted on business trips Ava: 🤤🤤🤤 Ava: Please come through for me J I James: knowing him it'll take a while but I'll come through so he'll have no choice but to do the same Ava: All the faith Ava: and Monday when you come over you can have a preview of what to expect Ava: for motivation James: in order for you to keep it & for him to begin to harbour any, I should go James: but I feel very motivated at the thought, so thank you Ava: You've got this Ava: Later, love James: [let's skip then chicken, come at me drunkenly lol] Ava: You probably can't reply Ava: but I wish you were here James: [a dramatically long pause because imagine how extra weekends would be] James: but you're having fun? Ava: Hey ☺️ James: hi Ava: It's alright Ava: everyone's going a bit hard James: I'm sure your brother would happily throw them all out for you Ava: That may be Ava: but he is not invited James: that wouldn't stop him if he's still anything like I remember Ava: 2 kids and a wife might Ava: ha James: from being a protective older brother? I don't think so James: you either are or you're not Ava: yeah but my cousin is here Ava: so no need for the 'adult' supervision Ava: it's cool James: I'm happy to hear it James: there's no opportunity for me to drag Teddy home if he's there & he wouldn't thank me for it Ava: that's a bummer Ava: though I've already sacrificed him once tonight so rude of me James: to who? Ava: said cousin Ava: he isn't actually who I had in mind but you know Ava: be weird if I ❌ James: it sounds very romantic, I have no doubt he'll be thrilled Ava: Yeah it's like Paris in here tonight James: it's like Venice here, by which I mean flooded Ava: ??? James: 🛁 Ava: ahh Ava: awh Ava: 🐥🧼🧽💙 James: so yes, I'd say I wish you were here too, but I can't Ava: that's fair Ava: someone is in my bath alas James: theirs was meant to be hours ago so the chaos is somewhat relatable Ava: uh-oh Ava: I did think it was more like 💤🛌🌃 James: it's actually really far past that time too Ava: yeah Ava: you must be knackered James: if only I could join you in a drink Ava: There's still plenty 🍾🍾 Ava: I'll leave a full one out on the step Ava: for the milkman, like James: 😂 thank you, Ava Ava: my curtsy is so real James: that reminds me, I like your outfit Ava: 🥰 Ava: you're always nice Ava: are you wet? James: drenched, of course James: but actually not in the metaphorical sense Ava: Yay Ava: I'm happy James: are you smiling? Ava: cheeeeeese James: 📷 Ava: I'll take a real one for you Ava: but not right now James: [the longest pause ever like is he gone or what? but no he's just trying to sort the chaos out of course] James: later is an undeniably tempting prospect Ava: all dry Ava: what are you doing now Ava: a story James: well guessed James: would you like to pick it for us? Ava: You have to make one up Ava: a happy ending, naturally James: & there has to be a dog involved or Jay will be very angry indeed Ava: Frank! James: Oh right, I forgot you have one Ava: He's very angry indeed Ava: 😡 James: about the party? Ava: No Ava: about being forgotten Ava: he isn't actually here he's been dogknapped James: he'll forgive you Ava: me! James: yes Ava: you forgot him Ava: he's devastated James: you haven't taken enough selfies with him Ava: are you questioning my love James: I'm not but he could be, that's what I'm saying Ava: this is a sad story James: I'll do a re-write Ava: good idea Ava: he's on holiday James: working on his tan James: you two are very competitive about it Ava: well we've gotta be summer ready Ava: his diet is going awfully though James: he's lucky he doesn't need to go on one James: it was purely hypothetical Ava: he likes baked beans with the lil sausages in James: what do you like? I can't picture him happily sharing Ava: 🤔 Ava: that's a big question Ava: chinese food James: [when you know he's gonna send her some tomorrow for the hangover bye] James: can you use chopsticks? Ava: yes Ava: v dexterous Ava: shame that's not a sexy skill Ava: like cherry stems James: it could be James: you doing it Ava: 🥢 grab your tongue with that boy Ava: 🤭 James: it could work to shut me up James: but it's only making me laugh right now Ava: I like when you talk Ava: and laugh James: I used to be able to do that cherry stem party trick Ava: you'll have to show me Ava: we'll get some, see if you can do it James: It's been years, I probably can't Ava: you don't lose skills like that James: it's not a real skill, it's a boast Ava: yeah Ava: an implication of other skills, I know James: we all tried it out to mock the girls over how 'easy' it was but only a few of us could do it actually Ava: wink wink nudge nudge is how boys do Ava: 'course Ava: don't always have to back up a boast James: especially when it's one you made in another life Ava: nah Ava: i'll judge you and be so disappointed James: Ava! that's outrageous Ava: that's me James: you're supposed to not even be hypothetically disappointed by me Ava: I'm also not meant to lie to you James: okay, I'm backed into a corner, now what? Ava: what I would do to you if I had you in a dark corner right now is not suitable bedtime story-telling Ava: unless you wanna be up all night James: some stories demand to be told regardless James: & I wouldn't be upset about being kept up for as long as this one takes to be told Ava: You're the storyteller Ava: I'm a journalist, I like to report what happens James: [writes her a very sexy essay right here and right now about the life they should be living in the dark corner, like soz Jimothy you've been usurped as the writer & poet in residence] James: well then, you can tell me what's happening to you Ava: I don't know if I can describe that Ava: how you make me feel Ava: like you're here Ava: the only person here James: I think you've described it perfectly Ava: you are perfect James: no Ava: yes James: Ava Ava: James James: you're not meant to lie to me Ava: I'm not James: it's not true, it can't be Ava: opinion can't be wrong Ava: you can say i'm not well-informed if you wanna Ava: but i'll still think it James: I'm not at your party, I won't ever be able to be there Ava: you don't have to be at my party James: but you wish I was James: that's compromise, it can't be perfection Ava: only 'cos I'd rather be with you Ava: because you're so perfect James: if I don't give you what you want, I'm not perfect Ava: i want you Ava: as you Ava: i can miss you and i can wait Ava: i don't need anything else from you James: I don't know who I am Ava: i see who you are Ava: who you could be James: but I could become someone else James: like my dad wants James: like my wife wants Ava: you can't change who you are Ava: even when you try really hard James: you can lose who you are though James: & I have Ava: I'm telling you, I can see you Ava: even if you can't James: when you stop looking at me, it's going to be really hard Ava: I'll only stop if you tell me to Ava: no other reason James: if I tell you to it'll only be because I have to James: for your own sake Ava: you don't have to worry about me James: it's not the 1st time I've done this or had to stop doing it James: I know I have to worry about you Ava: i don't think i'm special Ava: but i know you like me too James: I think you're very special Ava: but i don't care if you can't be with me Ava: well, i do Ava: but i mean i'll be your friend no matter what Ava: you need me and no one can stop me Ava: not your wife or my brother or anyone James: the problem isn't who my wife is or who your brother is, the problem is that I don't care James: that's dangerous Ava: i said i wouldn't cause trouble Ava: and i won't let you get into any either Ava: not 'til you're ready to face it James: I've never met anyone like you before James: it's the most ridiculous cliche Ava: i know Ava: and I've never felt like this before Ava: so there we go two for two James: it's none of my business & you're under no obligation to answer me, but is that because you've not dated a lot of people before or in spite of everyone that you have dated? Ava: you're so cute Ava: I've dated plenty of people Ava: I liked a lot of them, some of them I thought I loved but then it was easy to be friends with them so I don't know, I think it was just that Ava: this is different, whatever it is and whatever they were James: understood Ava: did you date much James: I wasn't looking for that when I was in school & I'm not allowed to seek it out now James: I had a lot of sex before I got married & after but it's far from the same thing Ava: sure Ava: you weren't getting to know them as well as Ava: that's how lots of people operate James: I didn't intend to get to know you, Ava James: I don't know how it happened Ava: I'm not going to apologize for it James: please don't Ava: can i ask you something though James: of course Ava: did you just wanna sleep with me 'cos you thought i was cute or was it anything to do with who my brother is James: why would it be anything to do with him? Ava: i don't know Ava: 'cept i know him and i know there's history there James: I don't hold any grudges against him, we were all liars & fakes then James: all I cared about was my expensive drug habit & sleeping with as many girls as possible Ava: okay, i just had to ask Ava: things can be confusing enough without worrying about shit that ain't even real James: there's history for you too, it's not about any of that, is it? Ava: no Ava: it isn't James: my wife & your sister have so much history James: honestly more than me & her have Ava: i know Ava: but i'm not gonna exact revenge on her behalf via you James: I doubt she'd want that, she's not Chloé James: I don't believe there's anyone capable of holding onto something for as long & as tightly as she can Ava: I don't know Ava: I'm sure her therapist would tell her grudges are pointless but I don't reckon she can live that truth James: at least she has a therapist Ava: hooray for her James: I should probably get one, instead of talking to you like you are Ava: its what you should do Ava: talk to people Ava: work it out together Ava: nancy can't talk to anyone James: all my adult conversations are carefully overseen & orchestrated, it's only her laziness and the inescapable necessity of my parenting that has stopped the way I talk to my children from being put under the same restrictions James: what she did to Nancy was James: & that's only what I can remember Ava: its fucked James: it's already started with Jay James: if I can't find a way to stop it Ava: you have to James: I know Ava: you know its abuse don't you James: It doesn't matter what I know if nobody else knows it James: believes it Ava: how can they not, everyone knows what a total insane bitch she is Ava: sorry James: you don't need to apologise for telling the truth Ava: i'm not trying to make getting out sound easy though when it so clearly isn't James: it wouldn't be that hard for me to get out Ava: with the kids, or access to, though James: she says Jay's not mine whenever I criticise anything she says or does regarding her James: maybe she isn't James: her sex life was as active & varied as mine was Ava: wait Ava: what James: it's what she says if my bags are packed & nothing else has worked James: because I'd never see her again if she's not biologically my daughter James: but she can't say it about Matty, the dates line up too well Ava: are you on Jay's birth certificate? James: yes Ava: then you either are, and you have rights, or she knowingly lied on an official document but also, gave you full parental rights in the process Ava: if she really is lying then she has to incriminate herself and there's more than a case in your favour James: I don't know Ava: she got you to marry her under false pretenses, she stole years of your life James: it'll just be more of her bullshit James: of course she's my kid Ava: she'd do that? Ava: jesus James: she'll say & do anything to stop me from leaving James: in other circumstances it'd be flattering Ava: does she love you James: does it sound like love? Ava: no think she loves you then James: she thinks she's come this far James: not many of my friends would have agreed to marry her if they'd been put in the same situation James: if any, from the ones I had at the time Ava: i just wanna know what she gets from it Ava: she doesn't work or go to school, right? Ava: you seem to do most of the parenting James: isn't that the answer then? she gets a lifestyle that started out easy financially thanks to my parents & has been made easy by me in every other aspect James: I told you, it's my fault Ava: okay, granted but like she's happy to settle for not being crazy in love, just tolerating her kids and having no ambition of her own? at 22, 23? its not as if her parents would let her starve, Christ.. it'd be sad if she weren't evil and happy to take down you and the kids with her James: as I also told you, I've given up trying to figure her out Ava: sorry James: no, I am James: you don't need to worry about this Ava: yeah i do James: no James: you're a 17 year old at a party, Ava James: you shouldn't be worrying about anything Ava: don't patronize me James: that's not how I mean it James: I like you & she'll take you down too if you aren't careful James: I don't want that Ava: no she won't James: if you think that we shouldn't do this Ava: do what James: see each other as much as we are Ava: why not Ava: because i'm not duly afraid of chloe James: because you don't understand the risks Ava: again, don't patronize me James: do you want to end up like your sister? Ava: that won't happen James: it could happen James: & I'm not worth it Ava: it won't Ava: if you don't want to see me then that's your choice Ava: i think you're making a mistake but you're entitled James: I do want to see you James: I so badly want to Ava: then don't put a stop to us James: just please be careful Ava: I'm not afraid to like you James: Ava Ava: I'm just not, okay Ava: and even if i were, i couldn't stop myself and i won't so there James: you're really gonna age me horrifically, aren't you? James: 👴 Ava: well i do only like you 'cos you're older, obviously James: well, the back cover of the book can be all my worry lines Ava: 😂 Ava: sexy James: I can't make everything I do sexy like you do, darling Ava: don't joke i'm trying so hard to seduce you here 😏 James: I'm not joking James: you are & everything you do is Ava: Monday needs to be here now James: will you dance with me when it is, because we can't now Ava: only if you hold me really close and even tighter James: that I can do Ava: come on Ava: say you will James: of course I will Ava: James James: yes? Ava: I wish I could call you James: I'll go outside to smoke, wait a minute Ava: me too Ava: can't hear myself in here James: [another dramatic pause] James: okay Ava: the perks of being one of the only smokers Ava: and its warm out still Ava: i love summer James: it's a bad habit, but I've had worse James: & I still like winter the most somehow Ava: sorry it looks sexy and I've got a rep to maintain Ava: when were you born are you a winter baby James: January Ava: knew it Ava: awh its not your birthday for ages James: & you only like me because I'm older, I remember James: you must be truly devastated Ava: mhmm Ava: hurry up and hit 30 so we can really make it a moment James: you'll have me looking 30 soon enough James: all these smoke breaks Ava: not if you get to talking please and thank you James: you're supposed to be calling me James: as you wished it Ava: oh Ava: wanna facetime Ava: assuming 🥴 this is not my face James: you could still 'make a moment' I'm sure James: & I probably look better blurry Ava: shut up Ava: you're beautiful James: so you don't want to talk to me, you want to look at me? James: understood Ava: I wanna listen to you talk Ava: [ring him bitch] James: [telling her a story of everything he wants to do on Monday & it's hot & cute & funny & a mood] Ava: you're so so lovely Ava: stick around please James: you're quite drunk Ava: if I was drunk I'd say lots more James: you are so you can James: I'm listening Ava: no Ava: 🙈 James: you're not afraid of my scary wife but you're afraid of me? Ava: no Ava: but I'm scared of feeling crazy, being Ava: a little madness is key but James: I don't think genuinely crazy people are that self-aware typically Ava: maybe James: You're not crazy, Ava Ava: thank you Ava: probably not curtsy worthy but still James: you've devastated me, but I'll hide it expertly Ava: 😞 nooooooo James: I'll dedicate a suitable amount of book pages to it James: but otherwise, be utterly unaffected Ava: as long as that's the only conflict you're planning Ava: know it propels plot but I'll be very sad James: you'll get your happy ending, that means more to me Ava: you too James: that'll require a very long re-write Ava: maybe Ava: the middle can be shit though Ava: think that's writing 101 James: 😂 Ava: come on Ava: reluctant hero is a great trope James: I'm more of an anti-hero James: it's less about reluctance & more that I lack the necessity attributes, like courage or a trustworthy nature Ava: there's plenty different ways to be a hero Ava: there's plenty different ways to be heroes Ava: it isn't all capes and a misplaced sense of authority and vigilante justice James: I'm aware of that, but isn't the advice to write what you know? I'm hardly surrounded by viable examples James: you can't play every role, darling Ava: or write for the life you wanna have, the person you wanna be Ava: usually advice reserved for making you buy shit suits but I think it applies James: that explains why I've never heard it, in that case Ava: 😏 you were born in a tailored three-piece right James: if my parents were authoring the story, absolutely Ava: as much as parents love me Ava: probably not result in my happy ending James: or mine Ava: no Ava: we'll save that meet-cute James: thank you James: though it's unlikely I'll curtsy either Ava: shame James: I can add it to Monday's to-do list if your heart is set Ava: Your Monday sounds very busy as is Ava: I wanna help you relax and feel good not run yourself into the ground with curtsies etc James: you're sweet Ava: come taste me James: your party guests are bound to notice me Ava: I know Ava: I'd make them all leave if you could though Ava: but you can't James: no, I can't Ava: it's not long to wait Ava: just feels it James: it'll go faster for you, half of it spent in bed Ava: ha Ava: actually will have to entertain children too, worst of all my brother Ava: he's as annoying as he is protective etc and will definitely make me spend time with him before he leaves so we can have Monday James: it's a shame a playdate is out of the question Ava: even if I stole his Ava: can imagine your wife's joy to bump into us at the park James: she'll be far too busy shopping or having brunch with her friends Ava: then tell me it's still not feasible before I think it actually is James: it's a bad idea James: isn't it? Ava: it must be Ava: it's too good James: your brother wants to see you, he'd probably invite himself anyway, right? Ava: Probably Ava: but what if I show up really early and annoy him all day Ava: hype the kids up too James: 😈 Ava: there is one problem James: is there? Ava: my cousin will probably wanna come Ava: idk how I'm telling her no James: you said you'd already sacrificed my brother to her once James: how did that go? Ava: I've not been 👀 on 'em Ava: but I see 😈 what you're saying James: if get Jay to insist that he brings himself & a jumper for goalposts, he might Ava: oh Ava: no we can't James: you don't think it'll work? Ava: I told her some stuff Ava: not about you specifically Ava: but she can't meet you, obviously, she's not daft James: why would you do that, Ava? Ava: I didn't tell her anything James: that's obviously not true Ava: well she has no idea who you are James: you can't tell anyone about us James: I shouldn't even have to be saying that Ava: I haven't Ava: I told her about a boy Ava: I'm sorry but it's not going to affect anything Ava: she's not from here, she's not gonna say anything and she's got nothing to say anyway James: if you've told her enough that she could figure out who I am from seeing me at the park, you've told her too much Ava: I'm saying if your brother is there, it's just obvious Ava: I'm trying to be careful James: it doesn't matter, I'll see you Monday as previously arranged Ava: Well it does Ava: I'm sorry Ava: I'm just saying I don't think I can pretend you're just Teddy's brother, there's no point James: I agree Ava: I can tell her it fizzled out soon okay James: like you said, it won't affect anything Ava: you're still angry James: it's a frustrating situation Ava: yes James: I'm not angry at you James: I shouldn't have done this Ava: Be angry at me Ava: it was stupid but I'm not Ava: I won't tell anyone anything James: I know you're not, how smart you are is one of the 1st things I noticed James: but I obviously need to be smarter Ava: You don't want to do this James: I think we should slow down, you won't have to lie to your cousin & I won't get so carried away Ava: okay James: it's for the best Ava: alright, so what does that look like James: I don't know Ava: just let me know then James: I'll call you Ava: 👍 James: okay Ava: later then

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// I honestly think that you're a really chill and cool person, your writing is absolutely gorgeous and you are honestly so adorable and man, I'm just so glad that I decided to approach you way back? It's been really nice getting to interact with you and I look forward to more of that in the future. It's always nice seeing you come on here and have fun with the others, the antics that you have with close friends just makes me smile so much I swear. So, yes, stay awesome, my friend.

    「♖」  ASJDADJFKADKLASDLSD WHAT THIS IS TOO MUCH HOW WHOMST ?? ? ?  ?  This is the nicest thing holy shit ! Like my gods what even have I done on this blog to deserve this cause all i am here is a huge meme lbr I’m just so genuinely heartwarmed to know that you’re glad to have approached me and interact with me because, for me, that’s like the best thing ever cause it can start fun interactions and just storylines and just really gets ya comfy with the other person and I’m so so happy to know that you’re just as glad as i am ! ! As for antics, what kind of jacob would i be without antics LOL he’s a pretty boy assassin who wants attention and honestly who doesnt ? ? ? ? ? ???  ? LOLOLOL But really thank you so much for this ask cause im just gonna be over here crYING cause this is the sweetest thing ever i sWEAR

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James Murphy, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down, or, Why I Decided to Forgive LCD Soundsystem

LDC SOUNDSYSTEM SHOT BY DANA DISTORTION FOR BROOKLYNVEGAN

It took me a long time to realize what my real problem was with LCD Soundsystem, but after many years of trying to photograph them and see them live, I finally did.

Yes, in 2011 LCD Soundsystem dramatically announced their break-up, to be followed by a goodbye show at Madison Square Garden. I stood in line at 5 a.m. in the freezing cold for hours just trying to get tickets to this goodbye show. Yes, I loved them that much. Yes, it was just the beginning of my music photography career and I couldn’t score free tickets for that show. Yes, I had never seen LCD Soundsystem before, and now, this would be my very last chance to do so.

Well......now we all know that wasn't really the case. But back then, at 5 a.m. dancing to someone’s boombox on a cold February morning blasting LCD Soundsystem just trying not to freeze to death, we didn't know that at all. Here's a video from that frigid morning if you don't believe me!

VIDEO SHOT FEBRUARY 11TH 201. MORE VIDEOS fROM THAT DAY HERE 

The love of music kept us going in the biting cold, waiting and waiting for our chance to buy a ticket. And that same love turned into incredible anger once I finally got to the front of the line, only to be shockingly cut off and told the show had sold out. Even after everyone in line had already been counted hours before and promised to get tickets. Did I mention how cold it was???

Most people buy their tickets online and wouldn't put themselves through something crazy like that to go see an artist they love. But my fellow superfans will sympathize, as they know how hurtful, disappointing, and even devastating it can be to be unable to get tickets to a show you really want to see.

I went home in tears. My body took some time to get back to a normal temperature, and of course, this was followed by a whole week when I was sick as a dog. I know it was my choice to do this, but allowing fans to stand out in the cold (without even scoring a ticket) is simply a cruel move I will never understand. Do bands try to test their fans? What is this about? Why are tickets to shows with high demand sold physically nowadays, when there is the internet? Especially on such a cold day, and it was a work day for many.

I don't know if I need to remind anyone what happened next, but that show I was so desperate to get into was now not only NOT LCD Soundsystem’s final show, it was merely one of a whole bunch of goodbye shows. Actually, a ridiculous number of goodbye shows. Calling them “goodbye shows” became really crass at some point. Seriously.

Those added “goodbye” shows might have been great news for most LCD Soundsystem fans, but for someone who stood on that cold line all morning and was not able to even get a ticket, it wasn’t even bittersweet news. It was simply bitter.

I did eventually get a ticket to one of those first “goodbye” shows on Ticketmaster, but ended up giving it to a friend. There was something in me that just couldn't go to that show. After all that, I just didn’t want to go. I felt betrayed. I felt like I was lied to. I felt like this whole “goodbye” thing was a joke, a scam, a calculated, wrong move toward us true fans. Maybe it wasn't thought out too much, maybe no one in the band’s world realized what had happened that morning. Either way, I wanted nothing to do with that LCD Soundsystem anymore.

And to make things even worse, not too long after, we all discovered I was right. After that dramatic multi-show break-up, a documentary film, and an almost comic explanation letter from James Murphy, less than four years later, LCD Soundsystem was back. And not only they were back, they were back big time. That show was certainly not the band's last, as LCD Soundsystem play at least a seven-show run every time they play nowadays, and let me tell you, they sure play often now.

I was seriously embittered about this whole charade for a long time. Every time the name of the band would come up I would start bashing them, saying I would never take photos or see them live ever again.

Well, I don't know what happened, but one day I realized I don't wanna punish LCD Soundsystem anymore. I also knew that I was really only punishing myself, as they don't know or care about my feelings. Yes, the music won. I let the music win.

My real problem with LCD Soundsystem that I finally realized is that I don't get James Murphy. I don't understand why he acts the way he does. Is he an asshole? Does he not care about his fans? Is he just a confused human being? Is he on heavy drugs?

So I've been thinking about forgiveness a lot over the past few months. Forgiveness and kindness are things I've been trying to work on for a big part of my life. It has become really important to me to try to not take things so personally. To not act from my ego, or to take something to heart that has absolutely nothing to do with me.

I have realized it's more important to be a good person to others—and mostly to myself—than to spend hours asking myself why was this done to me, why did this happen, what did I do to deserve this, why did this guy break my heart?

Yes, we all get hurt, and all the time. I don’t think anyone should act like a robot, or even worse, be in denial about one's true emotions. That can lead to even worse things! But I do truly believe we have the power to decide or control how we respond to the events that happen in our lives, or to which extent we react, and on how long we linger over the pain we feel.

If someone doesn’t want to be with me, I don't ask myself 'what is wrong with me?' I simply say, “It could be that I don't fire that man's guns, maybe there’s no chemistry, maybe he's not emotionally available, maybe he's still hung up on someone else, maybe I'm just not the right person or what he's looking for.” There could be a million reasons. But the bottom line is that if he doesn't want to be with me, there is nothing wrong with that. Someone else will. Sometimes we like someone more than they like us, and sometimes it’s the reverse.

I also understand that not everyone has to like me. We live in an era where popularity seems to be the most important characteristic. Why are we on a constant chase to be loved and liked? Love is a basic need, but why do we ask for the love or approval of strangers or people we might not even know? Many people don't like me or don't understand me. Some will say I'm the nicest person and some will say I'm a bitch, but you know what? It really depends on which day you meet me. I allow myself to be myself. This will never change. I don't care how many people like me, I will still stand my ground and be true to who I am. I do my best not offend or hurt anyone, but you know what, I can’t always please everyone. The truth is I don't really want to. I'm happy to have great relationships in my life, and I’d rather focus on that.

People get hurt, it’s just a part of life. Learning to move forward is the key. I don't know about you, but I choose happiness. I would rather forgive and not be bitter or feel unhappy or like a victim.

I like to take control over my life. I get hurt, I feel sad, and then I move on. Maybe sometimes it's hard to forgive right away, but working towards that is always the ultimate goal.

So yeah James Murphy, I don't get you. I don't get why you do what you do and the way you choose to do it, but I also realized this is not for me to understand. I don't want what happened years ago—or even now—to affect my love for your music. I have decided to move on from the past and just enjoy your work.

I forgive you LCD Soundsystem. I forgive you James Murphy.

Maybe you’ll decide tomorrow to break up the band again. Shit happens. If you do, however, I won’t be standing out in the cold in line trying to get tickets to your farewell show (or shows). Maybe because I'm older now, maybe because the fire is no longer there, maybe because I can probably score free tickets. No matter what happens, I'm glad I finally got my closure and got to see your band LCD Soundsystem live for the very first time last night. This time around, I didn't even have to stand in line to get in.

*Click HERE to see the full galley of Photos I’ve shot at BrooklynSteel For Brooklynvegan