#and then to charge fucking $13 for one drink and some candy
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whoever invented a members only "fast pass" line at movie theater concessions deserves to burn in hell forever
#what do you mean you ONLY call people up from that line until its empty and then go to the main line#and then to charge fucking $13 for one drink and some candy#tbh i dont even gaf if theres a fast pass as long as you're still calling people up from the other line#literally me and my friends were at the front of the line for 10 minutes. because people kept joining the fast pass line#10 minutes waiting to pay for overpriced snacks#because some rich asshole wants to charge a subscription fee.....to buy concessions#arent you sick of it???#arent you fucking tired??
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Phoenix sat down with his parents and told them everything. He didn’t call it abuse because he didn’t know that’s what it was. Until he talked to Brad. What did they do to him? Through tears, he told them about the mental abuse and how his boyfriends enabled his drinking. One of his boyfriends threatened to hurt himself if he ever left him. He also threatened to tell them about his sexuality. They would get angry or jealous. Then, they would belittle him, degrade him, call him names, and insult him.
When he got upset, they would give him what he thought was love. It was a cycle. They told him he was worthless, stupid, a fucking idiot and they told him to go fucking kill himself. He would beg them to stay with him. His father put his arms around him and held him against his chest. He let him know he was safe. Nobody could ever hurt him again. They let him cry.
They had no idea that he had gone through that. It wasn’t his fault.
“David, it wasn’t your fault. I am so sorry. Thank you for telling us”, his mother said.
“I know. I’m going to get help when I get back home. I don’t want to start drinking again.”
“What about your girlfriend? Does she hurt you?”
“No, she is the reason I realized what happened to me. She holds me accountable while also cheering me on.”
Everything about her was perfect. He wiped his tears. How did he meet her? She was signed to Warner Music. They met her after she was signed and they invited her to hang out with them. She was the kind of girl who could keep up with their sense of humor and six different personalities. But, she was also the kind of person who never looked down on anyone.
She was extremely wealthy, but she treated everyone equally. There were so many great things about her. They wanted to meet her. He would see if she was willing to do that.
Phoenix and Jon were hanging out with Bria at the studio. She, Mike, and Brad described the accident from their perspectives. Brad witnessed everything. What happened to the driver? She was arrested for driving under the influence. They found out that she was Bria’s biological mother, who had been in and out of jail and hospitals for years.
She was currently in the hospital because she was determined to not be competent enough to stand trial. They didn’t know how long she would be there. There was a chance that the charges would be dismissed against her. They all wanted her to face some type of punishment, but they also had sympathy and compassion for her. He agreed. It was her fault but legally, it wasn’t. It was just a sad situation all around. If it was anyone else, they would want them prosecuted.
But they were willing to give her some leniency. With that, Jon asked what they were working on. They were working on finalizing her album. It had taken over a year. Why? What happened? They were just fighting with their label to have creative freedom. The album was going to be experimental country. They then changed it to pop.
“Now Jeff wants to sell her as kind of a punk rebel. It’s just been so frustrating because nothing we do is good enough. We have ideas but they get shot down”, Brad said.
“Don’t give in. If they drop you, that’s about them. Not you. Other labels will let you do what you want”, Jon said.
“Mike and I are starting our label, where we will have more creative freedom. It’s just in the beginning stages right now.”
Good. Every artist deserves to be in control of their music. They agreed. Could she play the guitar with one arm? Yes, she could. They laughed. She got her guitar out of its case, along with her pick. What song was she going to play? Brad got the camera. When they were ready, she played Crash Into Me by the Dave Matthews Band.
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
There was something about her voice when she sang. It was perfect. They would never get tired of hearing it. She could sing any kind of genre because she was that talented. Joe, Mike, Rob, Chester, and Mark came in while she was singing. They listened quietly until she was done. They then clapped for her before putting their instruments down. Brad also turned the camera off.
They then introduced themselves to Jon and said hello to Phoenix. How was he doing? He was up and down. How long was he home for? He had a month before he was back on the road. They invited both of them to join them. What song was she singing when they walked in? Crash Into Me by The Dave Matthews Band. Joe jokingly asked her if she was going to go up on stage and break her guitar. She thought that might be a little too punk rock for Jeff. He might fire her.
They laughed. A girl with long blonde hair poked her head in looking for Dave. He invited her in with a smile before introducing her as his high school friend, Linsey. They all said hello and introduced themselves. She was invited to join their party, so she took a seat next to Joe.
Brad decided to play the song Jeff wanted for Bria’s first single to get Jon’s professional opinion. It was called, Wild Child, and it was supposed to be influenced by Joan Jett. He listened to it before joking that maybe he was too old, but what the hell was that? They laughed and agreed. He would have to talk to Jeff then because they were out of ideas.
Who was Jeff? He was their A&R guy. Jon would do that for them. Thank you! They would appreciate that! He found him in his office after being shown where it was. They had a polite but honest conversation about letting them have more creative freedom with their music. Jon had sixteen years of experience in the industry with multiple awards, so he knew what he was talking about. Linkin Park and Bria knew what the kids were listening to.
They knew better than they did about what would be popular. Because he was polite, he decided to take him up. They walked back to everyone. He started by apologizing to them. Jon was able to convince him to give them creative freedom to do whatever they wanted with their music. How much? Complete. Rob asked for that in writing. He found a piece of scrap paper and a pen.
I, Jeff Blue, give Linkin Park and Bria Michelle complete control over their music. – Jeff Blue
He then signed and dated it. Thank you. After he left, Joe thanked Jon. They were very welcome. He then ordered them to erase the song they just played and forget it existed. They laughed. Brad hit the delete button, erasing its existence from the computer. Fuck yeah! Joe joked about having a party at Bria’s house. That sounded like an awesome idea! They laughed again.
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thank you for your patience. This week was pretty crazy distracting with the elections lol The ride’s gonna get rough for a while....
It had become a pretty routine idea for the couple whenever a new and interesting movie hit the theaters to check it out. They could relax and cuddle, letting the stressors of school and work melt away onto the big screen where actors made them laugh or cry and laugh again. The theater that Saturday afternoon was busy with the line for the concession stand long but moving at a decent pace. Natsu and Lucy weren’t too worried about getting a good seat because they’d arrived early enough.
“Do you think Pets 2 will be as good as the first one?” Lucy questions Natsu.
“I don’t know. I mean the first one was okay I guess.” He pokes her side in a teasing manner. “You’re just excited cause Mamoru Miyano is dubbing a character again.”
“He’s hot, what can I say and if he was single, well...” she shrugs with a devious grin, “who knows.”
“Pfft, I’m a much better catch, plus he’s old.”
“I’m just teasing,” Lucy giggles. “But he is not that old!”
Natsu is still laughing over the protective behavior she shows for her favorite voice actor, just as they finally reach the front of the concession stand. “Should I just grab a big tub of popcorn and we share?” He double checks with her.
“No way mister,” she laughs, “I want a small one for myself cause last time I barely got any.”
“Okay that’s true, what about a drink? Share or no?”
“Hmm, yeah, that’s fine. Ooh, and don’t forget my arare this time.”
It takes only a few minutes for the worker to put their order together. Natsu grabs the two containers of popcorn and their candies, while Lucy holds the carrier with the drinks. They then head towards the hallways leading to the theater rooms. It was a pretty big lobby area with three hallway branches to choose from, so they check to make sure they take the correct one. But just as they’re about to turn in that direction, something or someone bumps so hard into Natsu’s back that he stumbles and the food he was holding flies forward all over the ground. Lucy who was walking right beside him is also hit, though managed to keep the drinks from being thrown too.
“What the fuck?!” He yells from the impact and Lucy cries out too.
The whole event was seconds in the making, like a blur of food flying, gasps around them, and immediate questions needing answers. Natsu moves to spin around to confront the person, when arms are quickly wrapping themselves around his body. Meanwhile, Lucy is sent into an emotional tailspin from the sight. Anger and frustration topping the list.
“Touka?!” Lucy screams.
“Touka?!” Natsu parrots his girlfriend since he can’t see behind him. He claws at the arms around him. “Get the fuck off me you crazy bitch!”
A crowd of gawkers gathers to see what was going on, and employees from the concession stand get on phones to call for security.
“Natsu! I can’t believe you’re cheating on me!” The woman retorts and digs in, holding on as tight as possible. “I’m your girlfriend not her!”
“You are not my girlfriend!” He screams as he tries desperately to untangle her arms from his body. “Let me you go you crazy nut case!”
“Touka, let Natsu go!” Lucy shrieks too, digging her nails into the woman’s arm. She didn’t care if she drew blood at this point because she’d had enough of Toukas antics. For months and months, the woman has harassed them. Always showing up and spying on them, approaching them with this same rhetoric. But it was the first time she’d become this physical, latching onto Natsu and not letting go. “Touka, you’re crazy! Leave us alone!”
“He’s mine!” The woman screams back. “Natsu’s mine and you stole him from me!”
“She didn’t steal nothin’ you demented freak!” Natsu finally pulls her locked arms away and flips her over his shoulder. Touka lands hard on her back to the gasps and murmurs of onlookers, but Natsu didn’t care at this point. He was too fed up with the stalker behaviors that’s been driven him crazy for almost three years now! “I can’t take it anymore! I’m pressing charges Touka since you won’t leave us alone!”
Sobbing on the floor but undeterred, Touka grabs for his ankle. “No! I’ll never give you up! Never!”
Natsu kicks her hand away, then grabs Lucy by the waist and pulls them both out of reach from the crazed blonde. “Stay away from me and Lucy, Touka! I mean it! This has gone too far!”
Lucy immediately turns and buries her face in his chest as he holds her close. Her mind was reeling and on the verge of tears. Why couldn’t she leave them alone! It had been frustrating until now, but this was getting scary. It felt like they didn’t have the freedom to be in public together without constantly worrying if Touka would show up. Usually, if there were people around, she was less likely to, so her actions this time showed an escalation in behavior.
In that moment, security arrived and takes charge of the situation. Two of the men secured Touka and haul her away to the building’s security office, while another questions the couple along with witnesses in the lobby. The pair tells them what happened and Natsu insists on pressing assault charges on Touka. Once witnesses confirm their story, the guards take all of the contact information and allow them to leave. Theater employees offer to replace their food for free, but Lucy is so shaken that she just wants to get out of there. It was nice of the staff to give them free vouchers for their next trip.
“I’m so sorry I ever doubted you, Natsu.” Lucy clung to his side as they walked the short distance to his apartment. “There’s something seriously wrong with that girl.”
“Shh,” he kisses her temple, “it’s okay. You were just protecting yourself. But I promise you, we’ll get through this.”
“Are you really gonna push the charges?”
“Hell yes, I should have done it long ago. Maybe then she would have taken it more seriously.”
“I hope so too. Maybe they’ll give her counseling in jail.”
When they arrive at Natsu’s apartment, Gray was home but napping in his room, so they set up in the living room. Lucy makes them drinks and microwave popcorn, then they put on a movie. It wasn’t the same as a theater experience, but at least it was cozy. She cuddles up on his lap with the bowl of popcorn on hers, trying to focus on the movie rather than the events of that day. He in turn keeps his arms around her body to hold her close.
Stuff like this was exactly what she feared in deciding to date Natsu, but she never thought it would go this far. She was too deeply attached to him to give up now and aside from dealing with Touka, he was everything he’d promised he would be, which was such a rarity that couldn’t be given up lightly. Lucy was comfortable with him, as if they’d known each other forever. Natsu was sweet, caring, affectionate, smart, handsome, funny, respectful of her no matter what. She could tell it pained him whenever stuff like this occurred, frustrated as if he was failing somehow. But it wasn’t all his fault. While yes, he could have been blunter with the woman in the beginning, Lucy had to admit that his caring nature was one of the reasons she loved him for. She couldn’t very well fault him for it now. Natsu also couldn’t control the fact Touka was just crazier than normal.
“You’re thinking about things, I can tell cause your brows are furrowing.” Natsu’s voice is soft as he speaks. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
Lucy shakes her head. “No. I’ll be okay, I promise. It’s just so hard to rap my brain around how some people can behave like that.”
“It would kill me, but I’d understand if you’re tired of having to deal with all this... or me.”
She turns slightly in his lap. “I’m not leaving. I’m— scared, but I’m not gonna let her win either. You’re just too good to give up.”
Natsu’s face softens further, slightly embarrassed at such an affirmation. He cradles her cheeks and kisses her lips gently. “It’s me who’s the lucky one.”
*Note: arare= shoyu flavored rice crackers. It's makes a really good snack, but if you add it to popcorn with some furikake omg so oishi, delicious!
For those that don't know who he is, Mamoru Miyano is a popular voice actor in Japan for both anime and he's done dub work for American movies like Pets/Pets 2, etc. He's also my favorite Japanese singer :) I love him so much, OMG.
Last note, the story does take a majorly angsty turn at this point. I swear this ends happier if you can handle the drama lol.
#nalu#nalu fan fiction#nalu fan fic#nalu Au#angst#Natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#strangers on a train#ch 15
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oh boy this looks really lengthy
but thanks nevertheless aamna and vish for tagging~! (⺣◡⺣)♡* @yibobibo @vishcount
1. What is the colour of your hairbrush? mine’s a comb, and it’s dark blue
2. Name a food you never eat. CHILLIS. CHILLI PEPPERS. EGGPLANTS. LADY’S FINGERS. BRUSSELS SPROUTS. and so on.
3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm TnT I live in a place that’s one degree above the equator the temperature 365 days a year ranges from 25-35˚C and the only seasons we have are hotdamnfuckinghotsun and raaaaaaiiiiinnn (this one now)
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? scrolling through taobao while lying on my bed _(:3」∠)_
5. What’s your favourite candy bar? no favourite, I rarely eat candy bars
6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game? uhhhhhh... the only one I can remember is the equestrian event during the youth olympic games in 2010
7. What is the last thing you said out loud? I can’t remember HAHA probably something during dinner last night
8. What is your favourite ice cream? cookies & cream, strawberry cheesecake
9. What was the last thing you had to drink? green tea
10. Do you like your wallet? yes! I got it in shanghai in 2011 and have been using it ever since. it features an patterned cat illustration by this taiwanese illustrator called 幾米 (jimmy liao) I LOVE IT
11. What is the last thing you ate? papayas after dinner last night
12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope
13. What’s the last sporting event you watched? UHHHHHHH
14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? sweet/ caramel
15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to? @stebeee screaming over the art she commissioned
16. Ever been camping? yes when I was 15 and I absolutely hated it
17. Do you take vitamins? sometimes
18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship? tumblr
19. Do you have a tan? nope
20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza? okay I really don’t know how to answer this one. there are so many different types of “chinese” food and I love some and hate others, and I’m guessing the same applies for pizza too. how do I choose?? which chinese food and which pizza is this referring to??
21. Do you drink your soda through a straw? yep I am guilty of killing the planet
22. What colour socks do you usually wear? black/ grey/ ones with random cartoons that I got from korea in 2015 and that are getting loose
23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit? probably once or twice, but not intentionally
24. What terrifies you? change, uncertainty, and growing old
25. Look to your left, what do you see? charging cables
26. What chore do you hate most? sweeping + mopping
27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? chris hemsworth
28. What’s your favourite soda? sprite
29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? we don’t have a lot of drive thrus here so we go in lol
30. What’s your favourite number? 4, 9, 13
31. Who’s the last person you talked to? physically, probably my dad. virtually, @stebeee
32. Favourite meat? beef, mutton
33. Last song you listened to? fire and water (the opening of tsomd)
34. Last book you read? currently reading mo du (priest)!!! it’s so good!!!! READ MO DU
35. Favourite day of the week? days when I’m on leave
36. Can you say the alphabet backwards? nope lolol
37. How do you like your coffee? just like i like my men so,,, no. -STEALING THIS FROM YOU VISH BECAUSE THIS IS PERFECT for real though I avoid coffee like the plague, I hate the palpitations they gave me
38. Favourite pair of shoes? my doc martens <3
39. Time you normally get up? around 8am
40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets
41. How many blankets on your bed? 1 thick one (I sleep with air conditioning)
42. Describe your kitchen plates. white with floral patterns
43. Describe your kitchen at the moment. cluttered probably
44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I’m a beer person hoho
45. Do you play cards? nope
46. What colour is your car? I don’t have my own one (owning cars is fucking expensive in singapore), but my parents’ which I sometimes drive is silver
47. Can you change a tyre? hell no
48. Your favourite state or province? singapore has no states AHA we’re too tiny
49. Favourite job you’ve had? I’m in my first job and I like it so far ^^
this took a while but it was fun!
tagging if you wanna~ @paulyubin @candicewright @sarawatsaraleo @merelhyn @fenxing
and since I’ve already tagged you like two times @stebeee
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Thicker than Water Sneak Peek Ch. 13
Has not been edited nor put through Grammarly.
“Something’s wrong,” Marty muttered, talons tapping the back of his phone as he awaited a response.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Shard told him with a lit cigarette between his teeth.
“She hasn’t texted back . . .”
“In give fuckin’ minutes. She’s probably on the john or busy with somethin’. Give her time.”
“I need to go in there.”
“How? They aren’t going to let a chump like you in there,” Shard retorted, tapping ashes out the window. “Just be cool.”
“She’s in there with the Von Eldritchs.”
“Right and she’s with Angel Dust, the celebrated porn star. They’re probably just brushing elbows and tryin’ to chat ‘em up. Nothin’ to worry about.”
The car was parked in an alley, just a street down where they could see the front of the Midnight Song glowing like a beacon in the night. He should be in there with Liz. She didn’t know all the dangers Hell could pose for her and if she’s mingling with the Von Eldritchs . . .
“I can go invisible and . . .”
“You’re not going to do shit,” Shard replied with a dangerous edge in his voice. “A place like that has wards to keep out any magic or unwanted guests that go through the front door. And if ya do make it in there, what then? You gonna offend the Von Edritchs, one of the top noble families in Hell because they talked to your daughter? Give her away her disguise and paint a big fuckin’ target on her back?”
Marty wanted to argue, hell, he wanted to deck Shard for saying things that made too much sense. Taking a deep swig from his flask, he checked his phone for a response and his worry deepened when none came.
***
She returned to consciousness in phases. First she could feel the cold floor beneath her, then hear a voice calling her name, then smell a sweet candied musk.
“Hey, hey, Liz, baby, ya gotta snap outta it,” the voice was telling her.
Who was that? She recognized the voice, but not the name attached to it. Whoever it was, spoke as if they knew her. And why did her feet ache?
“Hey, wake up!”
A slap across her face made her eyes water, but she was able to focus on the source of the voice. A pink face with large heterochromia eyes hovered above hers and she was able to pluck a name from memory. “Angel Dust?”
“Yeah, doll, yeah, that’s me. Are ya alright?”
“I will be . . .I just need a few minutes.” Her head was pounding and she was very tired. “How long . . .how long did it last?”
“Too fuckin’ long. Jesus, maybe a minute?”
“That’s good . . .”
“What the fuck happened, Liz? You blacked out and began twitching.”
Sighing, she tried to sit up and her head swam. Nope, wasn’t quite ready for that yet. “I have epilepsy.”
“Shit . . .” Angel Dust breathed. “Does Marty . . .”
“No, he doesn’t know and you don’t tell him,” Liz shook her head and regretted it as nausea almost made her gag. God, she hadn’t taken her anti-seizure medication since the night the imps attacked her. That was two days ago so the medicine must have left her system by now, especially since its been in overdrive with all the stress of everything that's happened since she’s been in Hell. “I’ll tell him . . .but not right now.”
“What if you . . .ya know . . . black out again?”
“I shouldn’t black out again for a few more days,” Liz promised. “At least, I don’t think I will. Jesus, my head hurts.”
“I got some vicodin,” Angel Dust offered, snapping open his purse. “It’s great for hangovers.”
“You have vicodin? In Hell?”
“Oh yeah, you get all the drugs down here, doll.”
Hope rose in her heart. “What about gabapentin? Or phenytoin?”
“Never heard of those, but I ain’t never looked for ‘em neither,” Angel Dust shrugged. “If they’re prescription drugs or narcotics, then someone is selling it somewhere in Hell.”
She felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders at the possibility of controlling her seizures down here. It was a good feeling that her nausea ebbed away and she was able to sit up, but with some help from Angel Dust. After a drink of water from the sink to swallow the vicodin. She kicked off the stilettos as her legs were still wobbling and her sense of balance completely back yet.
While she recovered, Angel Dust began smoking a cigarette that gave off an oddly crimson line of smoke from the lit tip. It didn’t have that noxious smell of burning nicotine, but a sweet musk that send a pearl of desire through her lower belly. It must be a positive sign that the throes of the seizure was leaving her.
She checked her phone and saw over a dozen messages from Marty. “Shit, Dad, just calm down.”
“What?” Angel Dust asked, lowering his cigarette which continued to fill the air with its fragrance.
“My Dad is worrying about why I haven’t replied to each and everyone of his texts,” she muttered as she sent a reply assuring him that everything was alright. I’m fine. Angel and I went to the restroom.
Marty’s response was so quick, she believed he had been staring at the phone awaiting her reply. Did you get away from the Von Eldritchs?
She texted: For right now.
Marty texted: Stay away from them!
“Angel, can you tell me who those guys were?” She was tired of being warned without being given clear information of why. “I take it from how you handled them that they’re important somebodies that you don’t want to cross.”
“Got it in one, doll,” Angel Dust said, dropping the cigarette into the toilet. “The Von Eldritch Family is nobility and close to the royal family. So much so that prick Seviathan used to date the princess.”
“Really? That’s the one that said something about Hell being purer earlier.” She opened her purse and checked her makeup. It was a bit smeared around the mouth, but easily remedied.
“Oh, don’t listen t’ that bullshit,” Angel Dust said, rolling his eyes and fluffy out his hair and chest puff in the mirror next to her. “If it wasn’t for us Sinners, then Hell would be nothing more than fire and brimstone. Where do ya think the nightclubs, television, porn, and smartphones they enjoy so much come from? Oh, please, whenever the hellborn nobles got somethin’ to bitch about, it’s always about the Sinners and how we’re muckin’ up the purity of Hell.”
“So what do we do? They’re looking for Rathel too.”
“Dunno. If it was anyone else, I’d say get to work on Dorkon. That’s one who has loose lips,” Angel Dust said, checking his makeup. “He may be a little shit, but he’s the Von Eldritch’s little shit. They don’t exactly like others t’ make fun of their clowns, ya know what I mean?”
“Damn,” Liz sighed. “So we can either cut our losses and sneak out of here or take a risk and use them to find Rathel.”
“It’s your call, doll,” Angel Dust shrugged all four shoulders.
***
“Would you relax? You did all that panickin’ and they were just on the john like I said,” Shard groaned.
“Shut up, Shard,” Marty snapped, thumbing a text message to Liz. “I’m calling this whole thing off.”
“What the fuck, man!? They got a lead on Rathel!” Shard grabbed the phone from Marty’s grasp.
“I don’t want her anywhere near the Von Eldritch. I want her out of there now.”
“Jesus Christ, she said it herself they’re fine. What are you going to tell Tony Shark? Telling him that Rathel is connected to the Val Eldritch will not be enough and you know it.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
Marty didn’t know how to explain the sudden weight in his stomach that told him something was wrong, that something had happened to her inside. He hated this feeling of helplessness or this restraint that kept him from running inside and taking her out of there, even if it was over his shoulder.
With his attention on the Midnight Song’s gibbous glow, he failed to notice the street darkening as shadows crawled along the walls and pavement. A cane tapped the asphalt while tap-shoes clicked along while a low musical hum carried an old tune as the figure continued along the street, a pinstripe coat swayed with each step, catching a silent wind.
Oblivious to the sudden change in atmosphere and the figure strolling past the car, Shard was yelling at Marty. “Are you out of your fuckin’ mind, Marty!? Tony is going to bite your goddamn head off if you don’t pay your dues.”
“And I will! But not at Liz’s expense!”
“She’s the reason why you’re in this mess!” Shard hissed, baring his teeth in barely contained fury.
“Give me back the phone, Shard,” Marty growled, tail lashing his legs and floorboard.
“No,” Shard’s eyes were narrowed into yellow slits.
Marty’s eyes began to narrow, then suddenly went wide. “Shard . . .”
“What?”
“What’s going on over there?” Marty was pointing at something up the street behind Shard.
“You've been watchin’ too many cartoons,” Shard retorted sardonically. “If you think I’m just gonna turn around so you can punch me in the back of the head and get your phone back.”
“Goddammit, Shard, look at the club! Look at the moon!”
It wasn’t much as the ferocity in Marty’s voice, but the fear in them that made Shard turn around. The Midnight Song’s neon sign of the moon was blood red and people the people lined outside were fleeing for their lives in all directions.
A couple were charging down the street towards them. Shard rolled down the window and stuck his head out. “Hey! What’s going on? Why ya runnin’?”
A female demon with yellow fur stopped, but her boyfriend, a demonic horse, almost dragged her along in his haste to get away. She managed to shout before being towed along, “The Radio Demon just went into the Midnight Song!”
“Oh shit,” Shard breathed. “Marty . . .”
But Marty wasn’t there. He was already sprinting up the street towards the Midnight Song, going invisible as he went.
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Is there any characters that you wish you dranw or write more about?
God there is so much. I’m often scattered about with my projects because like an prophet, visions come before me and I must create them lest I be behelded at the punishment of an angry god. But lemme talk about some of my guys I’ve made and never deeply drawn again or discussed their background in length because not a lot of people have interest and that makes me sad so I don’t talk about them and I move on to something else- I’ll pick some at random I like a lot.
The following contents may reference child abuse, child murder, prisons, cults, abuse in general, I’m just trying to cover all the bases here etc.
Gummy is basically a giant cat made out of the stuff they use to make gummy bears and stuff (gelatin I guess) who eats pedophiles in a gorey horrible matter and makes his home inside an abandoned candy shop. I haven’t really elaborated on the fact that the reason he exists is because after a horrible child murderer was released on a lack of evidence, the victims families hired a traveling Chimera Maker to take the bone fragments of their children and make a creature that would protect the children still alive, but never harm them-thusly creating Gummy. He is also a part of Chimera like species found thru out north america referred to as ���Fish Eaters’ who all have the same similar job. Eat people who would hurt children.

Pavi is my first formal dnd character; he’s a half aasimar bard who at a young age was kidnapped because of his celestial blood line and drained of his blood on a black market until he was sold to be a servant to a prince. He later seduced the prince and then made off with his cash. His best friend is a tempermental Drow named Fae.
Beans is a Cleric Catfolk whose mother was also an aasimar-but her father a catfolk. He sadly died and since her mother wasn’t avaliable to take care of her, she was given to a local nunnary to be taken care of. She’s most commonly referred to as ‘Beans the Charity Cleric’ She loves everyone and everything.
Glasgao is a Kunnoichi woman who appears in Induction-she drives around in a Taxi cab and she honestly eats more of her fares than gets them to their destination.
Gazo is an angry sphynx cat assassin who hates everyone and everything-but he loves one bar wench named Wendy. He’s a part of an assassin guild and he’s the only one who does ‘humane assassinations’
Koschei (left) is a small town Mortition who roughly when he was 13, he killed his mother and was sent to jail until he was in his late 20s when some evidence surfaced up that implied it was in self defense. He’s actually been off and on possessed by a very protective undead god who has taken favor in him and wants to make him the new religious leader of the faith. I REALLY like koschei for a lot of reasons.
The god is pretty fun tho. So it’s less of a danger cult and more of a weird life style you can alternatively have instead of mainstream religion.
Strawberry Daiquiri is a ...daiquiri flavored slime who works at this sort of weird sexually charged bar for people with Slime creature fetishes along side other slimes flavored like boozy drinks. Their manager is a slime named Arsenic. You do not get to complain to the manager, the manager will kill you. It’s like a hooters. but you can fuck at. and they’re slimes.
The Wraithlings in general? They’re a sort of race of sentient armor creatures that live on a mountain side and are often poorly sterotyped because they view their sort of chaotic nature as normal. While they are these big brutes of violence-they actually greatly value romantic ideals, poetry, literature, music and admire creatures who can create such things
#TSB ask#Child abuse#Cults#Murder#Prisons#I just need to cover all my bases here#Slime Monster#Wraithlings#Cannibalism#relgion#assassins#blood#horror#violence#Anonymous
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Which Avenger?
I was tagged by the lovely @snoopy3000. Thank you, love! <3
1. Which avenger would you recruit to help you plan your birthday?
I’m gonna go with Tony, because he has the cash to take me and my friends out to a fancy dinner and buy us drinks all night long...or just throw us a party at his place since I’m sure his bar is stocked.
2. Which avenger would you switch suits with for a day?
I’m terrified of heights, otherwise I’d say the Iron Man suit would be fun to play around in...I’d love to look like a badass for once in my life and put on Bucky’s murder outfit, mask included. (omg now I want a fic where reader walks out wearing his gear and he just immediately springs a boner and has to ravish the hell outta her)
3. Which avenger would you want to train with?
So long as he didn’t stab me to “teach me a lesson about protecting myself properly”, I think Loki would be the best for this. He’d teach you how to fight crafty but dirty...also I just want a reason for him to pin me to a mat over and over again.
4. Oh No, you need help! Which avenger would you call if you’re in trouble?
Probably Steve or Tony, because I feel like neither one of them would hesitate to drop everything and come running. They love playing the hero lol
5. Uh oh, you got arrested, which avenger were you with?
I’m thinking I got way too drunk at the club with Nat and Clint, and some shenanigans ensued...possibly some bro got too grabby and Nat beat the crap outta them.
6. The Avengers are playing basketball, which avenger would you pick first to be on your team?
I feel like either Peter or Sam would rock at that sport, so I’d pick one of them.
7. You’re trying to make your ex jealous, which avenger do you pretend to date?
Thor or Loki. I mean, what better way to make a mere mortal man jealous than to walk around with a literal god as your arm candy.
8. You’re out for a good time, and need a wing man/woman, which avenger do you pick for the job?
Definitely Wanda. Her mind reading skill would be so handy!
9. You woke up with a hangover, which avenger were you drunk with?
If it was party-drunk then definitely Tony. But I’m also leaning towards Bruce, because I could see having this low-key all-night convo with him about both some deep psychological shit and also lighthearted nerdy topics while throwing back drink after drink and then bam, you’re both drunk before you realize it.
10. You’re going on a road trip, which avenger do you ride with?
Tony. Mostly because of the sight of him driving one of his fancy cars with the top down, sunglasses and smirk fixed on his face, rock music blaring...lordy, I’d be wanting to pull off constantly for a backseat quickie.
11. No way! You slept with one of the avengers. Which avenger did you wake up next to?
I would hope either Tony or Loki *crosses fingers and prays fervently*
12. Your favorite band is having a concert, which avenger goes with you?
I’ve never really gone to any concerts except as a kid (I know, I know) because socially awkward me wouldn’t know what to do (I don’t dance unless I’ve had some drinks in me), so I actually think Clint would be a fellow chill attendee who wouldn’t make me feel dumb if I wanted to just sit/stand and watch without dancing.
13. You’re going shopping, and need second opinions, which avenger do you trust to help you pick out outfits?
Definitely Wanda; she’d be honest and helpful with finding what clothing styles work best. I also get grumpy as hell while shopping (bc I haaate it) and I feel like she’d be really patient.
14. Your parents want to meet one of your new friends, which avenger do you take to meet your parents?
If I actually brought any type of man home, even if I said he was just a friend, my family would be ready to plan the wedding. So I’m gonna go with Shuri or Wanda, because they’d be a lot of fun but also probably wouldn’t rock the boat toooo much (hopefully).
15. You get injured on a mission, which avenger would you trust to be in charge of your care?
Stephen Strange totally makes sense with him being a surgeon AND having strong magical abilities.
16. Your room is a mess, which avenger do you pick to be your butler, and clean your room?
I can see this happening if it was a lost bet or in exchange for me owing one of them a “favor”...so of course my mind just went into the gutter and totally imagined Loki or Bucky.
Also I could see Thor doing this, because he can be pretty gullible and you could probably convince him to do it under the guise of it being some Midgardian friendship rite of passage XD
17. You wanna play a prank on the team, but need help. Which avenger do you pick to help you prank the rest of the team?
Loki’s trickster abilities would be perfect for this! So long as he didn’t get too carried away and try to kill someone.
18. Time to buy Christmas presents, which avenger is the easiest for you to buy for?
Thor - just get him one of the popular new video games and he’ll be thrilled.
19. You’re going on a mission but only one other person can go. Which member of the team, do you choose to go with you?
Tony - he’s intelligent as fuck, has the suit, and he’d sacrifice himself to keep you safe if things got dire, so I’d be most likely to make it home alive if he’s involved.
This was so fun!
I’m tagging @kellyn1604 @sherrybaby14 @saiansha @letsby @because-imma-lady-assface @opheliadawnwalker3 @ericuhlorain @hannibalssweaters @fvckingavengers
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Is that (EIZA GONZALEZ)? NO, it’s (MIA PEREZ). She is (24) years old and a (HUMAN). She is + CONFIDENT, + BRAVE, + INTELLIGENT, but she is also - STUBBORN, - HOT HEADED, - WARY.
TW: Abuse, Murder, PTSD, Childhood traumas,
❤ D.O.B. 18th of September 2009 ❤ Is currently in 2007 after being brought back by an unknown force ❤ It’s been a few days for her ( though she went missing in January 2033 ) ❤ Used her skills to get by. Aka, credit card fraud ( so much easier in 2007 than 2033 ) ❤ She comes from a tragic background ❤ An abusive father who tormented her mother since she could remember ❤ When she was old enough to notice this ( 8 or 9 years of age ) she would constantly defend her ❤ Jump in the middle, try to stop him from hitting her in his drunken rages ❤ When she wasn’t doing that? She was grabbing her little sister by the arm and making her hide in her closet. A closet Mia had fixed to have a lock from the inside. She’d tell her sister to lock herself inside and not to unlock it until she told her to ❤ Mia was 14 when everything turned sour. Her father knocked her mother down the stairs & the fall broke her neck. Dead in a split second ❤ Her little sister witnessed the whole thing, it was her screams that woke Mia from her sleep ❤ By the time she’d ran out to look and got down the stairs? Her dad was choking her sister to death ❤ Instantly, she jumped on his back, trying with everything she had to tear him off of her ❤ She managed, but it was too late ❤ The little sister had died from lack of oxygen ❤ The neighbours had already called the police so they arrived within the minute, bursting through the door and seeing the aftermath ❤ Her father was charged with murder, life in prison ❤ She was shipped to her Aunt’s in San Fransisco ( because her homeland is Mexico City ) ❤ Lucky she already learned how to speak English and speak it well, but that’s not to say she doesn’t float into Spanish sometimes. Often on tangents, in fits of rage or panic ❤ She finished off school there, went on to college/uni and studied Art & Design ❤ Typically kept to herself, though she did make some friends, aka her bitches who she loves ❤ Mia will absolutely rock her leather jackets, red lips, skin-tight clothes and heeled boots. Why? It makes her feel powerful and confident ❤ She’s lowkey insecure. You would literally never guess unless you stick around to know the girl behind that aesthetic ❤ She knows how to fight and defend herself. Se enjoys sparring in boxing clubs and in the last two years of her life often attended @stupidcupidxhalliwell Parker’s fight club ❤ At first, @outxofxashes wasn’t going to let her in, but she put up a good argument. Humans should not be assumed as lame fighters. So she let her in and Mia kicked ass ❤ Naturally got her ass kicked on occasion too, but overall she wins more than she loses and it’s because she’s skilled, crafty and willing to make her knuckles break just to land a good punch ❤ She hides her trauma well, but what she can’t hide? ... ★★ The scar that spreads across the base of her spine ( on her back, hip to hip ) she was thrown into their glass coffee table by her dad at 13, the way it broke under her pushed the break into her skin. it’s an even scar, but it’s noticeable as it’s naturally lighter than the rest of her skin ★★ Near her hairline on the right side of her forehead is a one-inch scar where she had her head glued together after her father shoved her away ( she was trying to stop him hurting her mother ), she collided with the shelves and cracked her head open ★★ There’s a scar on the inside of her left thigh - this has nothing to do with her family trauma. When she was 17, she climbed a tree to get a kids kite and missed her footing, tumbled down and slit it open on a sharp branch ❤ For a girl who sometimes cries so hard, she has panic attacks and needs to sit under a cold running shower just to breathe? She is very organised ( in public ) ❤ She shows people the girl who is fearless, brave, strong and compassionate ❤ She has made some good friends from Parkers fight club but... ❤ She only discovered the existence of supernatural beings during a time she was hanging out at her place with @mitchellshadow and @pjhalliwellx quite literally beamed in, in front of her ❤ Jay was kind of pushed to explain everything to her from that moment and once he did? So much made sense, things she never could put her finger on before that. The type of people at Parker’s club, for example ❤ Mia handled it surprisingly well but that was probably a lot to do with the calm and informative way Jay explained it to her ❤ She is very much none bias, species wise. She’s a live and let live girl but she will fucking FITE you if she has to, ok? Do not be fooled by her human status, she can and will kick your fucking ass ✹ She is a candy addict. You’ll nearly always see her with a lollipop or a boiled sweet, bonus points to you if you actually give her said candy ✹ She collects key rings. Any, all, no real reason why other than the fact she just simply does ✹ She loves short PJ’s and fluffy blankets ✹ Her fave drink is fanta lemon
I could go on and onnnnnnnnnnnnn, but I won’t... If you actually read this far? Thank you! xx
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I was tagged by the awesome @rogers-wateringcan also... what kind of medieval torture method is this?
50 (yes fifty!!) Things You’ve Never Been Asked…. Let’s lighten the mood & have some fun! I always enjoy reading these and seeing a quick glimpse into my friend’s lives. (Just copy this & change the answers 😁)
1- What is the colour of your hairbrush?
Red... metallic red.
2- Name a food that you never eat.
Turkish
3- Are you typically too warm or too cold?
*sighs* This is weird but I'm typically too cold because I have to, I'll explain: If my hands are a bit warm or too warm means i'm dying of heat... but if my hands are as cold as ice, I'm perfectly fine... yeah weird.
4-What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
Playing acoustic guitar.
5-What is your favourite candy bar?
I don't know, maybe all
6-Have you ever been to a professional sports game?
I stinks in sports
7-What is the last thing you said out loud?
'Sorry' to my guitar because I accidentally hit him.
8-What is your favourite ice cream?
Cookies and Cream
9-What was the last thing you had to drink?
Coke
10- Do you like your wallet? (What kind of question is that??)
I don't have one... I use backpacks and pockets.
11-What was the last thing you ate?
Brown rice
12-Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?
No... obvious reasons
13-The last sporting event you watched?
Last Boca Juniors match (Is an Argentinian football team)
14-What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?
Sweet
15- Who is the last person you sent a message to?
my sister
16-Ever been camping?
Never
17-Do you take vitamins?
Yessss
18-Do you go to church every Sunday?
Nononono I mean, I tried because I used to have religious friends and I wanted to be good with them but with the time I discovered that I was such a satan-rebellious thing
19-Do you have a tan?
No, 'cause I have a very fragile skin and I burn every time inested of tanning.
20-Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza?
No, I prefer Pizza and I prefer Japanese food.
21-Do you drink your soda with a straw?
Who in the world does that?
22-What colour socks do you usually wear?
A pretty ones, with Disney characters.
23-Do you ever drive above the speed limit?
No, but my boyfriend does.
24-What terrifies you?
Fail... and the darkness.
25-Look to your left, what do you see?
My guitar and a ghost... I'm joking.
26-What chore do you hate most?
Emmm I don't know... all :)
27-What do you think of when you hear Australian accent?
OHMYGOD MARRY ME AND TALK TO ME ALL DAY...
28-What's your favourite soda?
All... with flavour
29-Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive?
Fast food.
30-What is your favourite number?
I don't have one... It used to be 6 but since Ginger's death is not anymore.
31-Who's the last person you talked to?
Mom
32-Favourite cut if beef?
All >:)
33-Last song you listened to?
Hard Lovin' Man- Deep Purple
34-Last book you read?
Le Spleen de Paris- Charles Baudelaire
35-Favourite day of the week?
Ruby Tuesday
36-Can you say the alphabet backwards?
Yes
37-How do you like your coffee?
*Steve Marriott singing in the background* blAAAAACK COFFEE
38-Favourite pair of shoes?
Texan boots or boots in general... Converse boots, Vans boots etc.
39-The time you normally get up?
9:00 and 10:30 am
40-What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?
Sunrise... it's always better
41-How many blankets on your bed?
Just one
42-Describe your kitchen plates.
White with name of foods in the edges
43-Describe your kitchen at the moment?
Clean... surprisingly
44-Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?
Whiskey and Rum... it's like water for me.
45-Do you play cards?
Of fucking course... my life is based on playing cards
46-What colour is your car?
I don't have
47-Can you change a tire?
Yess yesyes (ironically i don't have car but I know how to do it)
48-Your favourite state?
Mmm i don't know I never remember them
49-Favourite job you've had?
Oh well, In Argentina I used to work in a company named Lalo y Cia. They do entertainment (Magic, fancy dresses, birthday parties, weddings etc) and I used to dress up in a Fox costume or a Bird and play with the kids and make them laugh. And that company, every year, does an expo for kids and sometimes I was in charge (in a high charge) so I dressed up like a dark princess or something like that to sympathize with the kids, drawing with them... a lovely job.
50-How did you get your biggest scar?
My wrist got caught in a sharp wire and I cut myself from the palm of my hand to the wrist.
I'm sorry @lovely-menza @thespiritofvexation @loveisaburningthing @missus-beastly
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all the asks jared. do all of the asks (or pick ur faves, whichever u want ;3c)
DSHJFGSUHG you got it boss
1. do you have a crush on anyone?
uhhh kinda ? maybe ? nothing serious fr anyone rn
2. what’s your favorite candy?
ohhhh sour patch watermelons... or kit kats...
3. favorite love song?
good old fashioned lover boy by queen !!
4. what was your first kiss like?
sweet, pretty casual. me and my friend were walking in the woods and i asked her to kiss me bc i wanted my first kiss to b over with. i dont regret it !
5. what was your last kiss like?
uhhh i think it was me kissing oliver. if it was then it was v casual and friendly. bro activities...
6. sexual/romantic orientation?
im technically bisexual but prefer to identify as gay : )
7. do you prefer poems or love letters?
ohhh.... as someone who has written and received both hmmm. i think poems ?? but there is something rly special abt getting a love letter in the mail.
8. favorite fanfic trope?
v general but luv some good ol fashioned hurt/comfort. also mutual pining (especially in the way that both characters know attraction is returned but just havent made the first move so theres lots of tension and v charged Looks and Touching)
9. have you ever been in love?
yes !!! many times !!!
10. favorite milkshake flavor?
theres this one like. hazelnut chocolate shake from red robin that is *chefs kiss*
11. dinner dates or brunch dates?
brunch !!
12. favorite flowers?
honeysuckles !!
13. favorite perfume/cologne?
idk !! nothing too strong. i have a lavender perfume i think is nice
14. favorite candle scent?
whatever my friend bunny usually has lit in her room sdjhfsdifh. v earthy and cozy vibes.
15. what’s your ideal first date?
something fun and chill !! doesnt have to b anything big, i like just walking around and talking to someone. maybe end with some kisses ; 00
16. favorite love story?
read Having A Coke With You by Frank OHara about his lover Vincent Warren bc THAT. that is love.... also freddie mercury and jim hutton make me ache...
17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?
ohhh idk.. just something that theyre v comfortable and confident in. like i will think someones hot in their pajamas if theyre obviously feeling good abt themself in them you know ??
18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?
ohhhh red velvet,..... chocolate is a close second.
19. snow, rain, or sun?
sun !! or rain : )
20. sweetest romantic memory?
oh god uhh every moment with connor ?? connor was extremely romantic. i also went on a date with a boy and as we were walking down the street we just like. very naturally ended up kissing and he was cupping my cheek and was like ‘ive been waiting all day to do that’ it was VERY sweet.
21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?
dsjhfsg,dhfgsdh its like. very furbait but i genuinely had a lot of fun playing lovers of aether !! the art is so cute and its v funny and clever and i love wrastor and orcane they were rly fun !
22. fictional crushes?
uhhh hawkeye (aja comic version).... daphne from oceans 8... poe dameron.... baze malbus.... magnus burnsides..... im sure theres more im very gay.
23. what’s your dream wedding like?
oh jeez idk dude. simple n pretty and intimate ?? id probably be fine getting married in a courthouse if i was rly happy with someone but i wldnt mind a nice small thing with friends.
24. what makes you blush?
EVERYTHING. i blush v easy. catching attractive ppl looking at me definitely makes me blush. also just like. rly sincere compliments from someone i like.
25. do you believe in love at first sight?
i believe u can look at someone and know u want to / will love them.
26. do you believe in soulmates?
yes ! i believe there are many types of soulmates too.
27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?
ohhhh... bomber... or leather
28. what’s your sign?
sagittarius !
29. are you single?
yes !
30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?
i want someone to WOO ME dammit. but i do like flirting with ppl.
31. guitar or piano?
guitar !
32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?
uhh the only on i can think of is To All The Boys Ive Loved Before
33. do you fall in love easily?
yess i think so.
34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?
yay ! its cute : )
35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?
ive imagined it both ways !!
36. cloud gazing or star gazing?
stars !!
37. do you like to dance?
yeah !
38. what’s your OTP?
uhhhh mick rory & leonard snart from the cw shows ?? i dont think about otps alot idk.
39. kittens or puppies?
ohhh.... kittens....
40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?
coffee !
41. favorite soda?
i dont drink a lot of soda but i like root beer ! and cheerwine
42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?
oh i luv a good window gazing
43. favorite ABBA song?
mamma mia.
44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)
45. favorite pajamas?
i sleep in just boxers jdsdfdh,j
46. favorite liquor?
jack daniels. im a trashy hick.
47. do you think about love a lot?
yeah !
48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?
beach !!!
49. hand kisses or nose kisses?
hand !! they are so intimate....
50. what’s your dreamhouse?
cozy. not too big. lots of natural light. just v comfortable and loving. somewhere i enjoy being.
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(31) Question For Your OTP - SeroKami
Is it SeroKami? KamiSero? Idk man. @tenseii told me to post this so they could read it so here you are!
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1. Who in your OTP is the serial butt-slapper and who is constantly getting their beautiful butt slapped?
You would think it's Kaminari? But it's actually Sero. A good slap on the butt after a good training session amongst bro's that leaves Kaminari flustered and red faced mayhaps?
2. Who wants to be immortal and who wants to die before they’re old?
Kaminari is ready to go okay, but Sero is like “death? Nah.. not, yknow, feeling that..”
3. Who smokes and who pulls the cigarette from between their lips every time they try to light one?
Kaminari tried to smoke once in high school to look cool, and Sero would put up a big fuss, which Kaminari actually appreciated because it gave him a perfect excuse to stop and, thank god, he actually hates smoking.
4. Who always has cold hands and who is always warming them up for them?
Sero is a skinny tol boi with zero circulation who always has freezing hands. Kami 'warms them up' (i.e Sero puts them up his shirt and uses his lower back for warmth while smiling as Kaminari shrieks)
5. Who plays candy crush in important meetings and who elbows them in the ribs to make them pay attention?
I'd say Kami, except for instead of candy crush, it's the minecraft pocket edition.
6. Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed?
I empathize with this cuz?? thats me af?? but I'd say Sero during exams. He probably stays up all night and crashes right after so Kaminari piggy back carries him back to the dorms, but not before drawing on his face.
7. Who is the genius procrastinator who wings every test but still comes away with straight As, and who takes preparation and conscientious work very seriously?
They both kinda stupid lol. But Kaminari is by far the one who tries to 'wing it' the most.
8. Who takes their coffee black and who likes it with milk and two sugars, getting called a pussy by Person A?
Sero doesn't even really like coffee, however, when he has it he takes it b l a c k because unlike SOME people,, hes not a pussy
9. Who initially seems shady but turns out to be a cinnamon bun, and who initially seems like a cinnamon bun but turns out to be shady?
Everyone in 1a thinks Sero is soooooo soft and sooooo friendly, and they almost don't believe the “one time he filled my shoes with whip cream at a sleep over” stories. And then Kaminari is just trying his best over here, drinking his respecting women juice, staying in his lane (most of the time).
10. Who moans and talks with their mouth full whenever they eat good food, and who tells them to stfu but can’t help laughing?
Kaminari is loud at everything he does and just doing that teenage boy thing where they moan and Sero is like “dude stop” and they make a bunch of over-exaggerated sex moans with a mouthful of cheeseburger and Sero is laughing and trying to cover his mouth like “OHMYGOODNESS, DUDE, STOP WE'RE IN PUBLIC!”
11. Who gives the bear hugs and who is always sidling up to them and snaking their arms around their waist?
Kaminari just like.. hugs.. okay.. like, he and Kirishima are chronic platonic cuddlers, but that doesn't mean he's had his fill of boyfriend hug time so
12. Who still buys juice boxes and fruit snacks to put in their lunch?
Kaminari FOR SURE. He may be a 22 year old pro hero with a real job, but fuck you fruit-by-the-foot still go just as fucking hard as they did when he was five so yes he's still going to eat them
13. Who packs the other’s lunch and who repays them in sexual favours?
You know Sero does the shopping, so that is def where the fruit snacks in Kami's lunch come from so, y'know, Kami has gotta show his appreciation somehow? ;) ;) ;)
14. Who leaves notes in the other’s lunch and who tells them they’re dumb (but secretly has a collection of every note Person A has ever written them)?
They both do! But not just in lunches, also on laptop screens, on the bathroom mirror, on the microwave, etc. Being pro heroes mean it's hard to find time to see each other even when they live together, so little notes get left out to show they were still thinking of the other.
15. Who unconsciously holds their breath the first time they kiss, and who pulls back and says, “Breathe…”?
Ohhhh def Kami, cuz lets be real, its 100% his first kiss, and he's really scared of fucking it up.
But it's short and goes fine, and is so much more perfect than he imagined, and he thought all first kisses were supposed to be awkward but? It wasnt? And all the emotions build in his chest and he's not quite ready to open his eyes yet because it's kind of a lot right now. And he can feel Sero's breath ghost over his lips as he run's a hand through the buzzed blonde hair at the back of his neck and tells him to, “Breath” with a little laugh.
16. Who gets arrested for a petty crime they committed by accident and who bails them out?
They heroes so probably no criminal records BUT Kami did get detained y police after a drunken fist fight with Mina in a denny's parking lot (long story, but she won).
17. Who grabs the other’s hand just as they’re getting out of bed and pulls them back under for cuddles?
Sero is def the “5 more minutes” kind of guy, and his boyfriend has, yknow, actually fat on his body, so hes w a r m, and so knew apartment law is he can't leave right now its officially illegal because Sero would freeze to death and that'd be murder
18. Who gets mad about something unrelated to Person B and punches the wall, and who patches it up and kisses it better?
Neither cuz thats a unhealthy habit yo, but have they taken blow's for each as pro heroes? Yes they have! Sero is probably more likely to take a hit, and shrug off any injury though.
19. Who has the plain black phone case and who ordered one with cat ears off ebay?
Kaminari thought the sleek black would be cool and edgy, but hes also clumsy, and has almost dropped it a LOT. So Sero buys it for him and Kami uses it just to spite him.
20. Who likes to drive with the music blaring and who is too shy to sing along?
They both blast their music, and when alone will sing along with each other (power ballad duets?) but with others Sero will usually only hum along as he's not the most confident in his voice.
21. Who’s the fantastic kisser and who has the beautiful eyes?
Sero is probably the better kisser, but they both think the other person has the prettier eyes. And yes, they have fought about it.
22. Who has the sunshine smile and who has the seductive gaze?
Sero has that smil, you know the one okay. And Kaminari “sex eyes” Denki doesn't have the most perfect teeth, but he has a whole lot of libido to make up for it lol.
23. Who gets offended by the intensity of the other’s crush on a celebrity?
Sero logically shouldn't be jealous of Briteny Spears but like.. how can he compete with that? It's Briteny Spears, she is far superior than him, he wouldn't stand a chance! So yeah he's a little bitter about it, and kinda wishes his boyfriend would pick a less pretty celebrity to crush on.
24. Who is embarrassed that they have to wear glasses sometimes and who wants them to wear them in bed?
Kaminari is that kind of guy who's mark's go up like, 20% after he gets glasses because “Wait, the write the notes on the board too?” or some shit. But glasses are kinda lame in his books, so he wears contacts, and tells literally no one about it at first. Sero likes them though! He thinks they’re cute.
25. Who cheats on the other then immediately begs for their forgiveness?
Sero: I dont want to hear it
Kami: BABE IT WAS JUST ONE NIGHT! I PROMISE!
Sero: Go cry to Briteny, cuz i honestly dont care
Kami: It was one concert! How could I pass up Britney Spears LIVE in concert?
26. Who is the jealous one and asks why the other was being so flirty all night, and who is oblivious to their own charms?
Sero is just nice okay? How was he supposed to know that girl at the side bar was flirting with him, he just thought SHE was being nice? He legitimately doesn't notice anything is wrong until he has a possessive hand around his waist and a lapful of his boyfriend to help him clue in.
27. Who orders a milkshake with their food and who orders a soda?
Tbh they broke, so they go splits and get a rootbeer float, because compromise
28. Who runs their battery down to 1% and who feels the need to charge theirs at 80%?
Kaminari is a walking power outlet so he is fearless when it comes to phone battery like “yeah I can make a phone call with 3% it's fine” and Sero over-charges his phone so know the battery drains super fast now.
29. Who has the excellent singing voice and is always singing around the house (and for Person B), but has no interest in going professional?
Kaminari actually has an amazing singing voice, probably because he has been singing for as long as he can remember. The pro hero life has always been the life for him though, so he'll stick to small 1 person concerts for his boyfriend while making eggs.
30. Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)?
Kaminari may be a fashionably challenged preteen but he glows up okay? So he has WAY to many shoes than he needs, and Sero does not care for it. Sero has like, 5 pairs of shoes tops, and ofc he doesn't wear shoes in the apartment because he's not an animal.
31. Who takes their liquor on the rocks and who likes it neat?
I feel like after the 'fighting mina in a denny's parking lot' thing Kaminari isn't much one for hard liquors anymore anyways. So Sero is way more the kind of high class scotch guy.
#serokami#my writing#mine#kamisero#kaminari denki#sero hanta#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#alcohol tw#smoking tw
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Losing my Nana
3 March 2019.
This was the day I lost one of, if not THE most important person in my life.
A little backstory: 👇
I had been living with my fiance in a rental trailer. Our landlord had admitted that he had been going into our house when we weren't home, which freaked us out because that is an insane invasion of privacy, not to mention it really creeped me out because there have been several "incidents" at that house and due to work shifts there were days that I was home alone... So we really wanted to move. Before this my fiance had lost his job and then after that I ended up losing mine. So we knew we WANTED to leave... and then we HAD to leave anyway because we couldn't pay rent anymore.
My Nana has always been my biggest supporter and has always made sure I knew that she loved me (she would tell me 200 times a day) and would always let me know she was there for me and that she understood. We had a really deep conversation about life and things before she died. She took care of me when I had the chicken pox at 19 years old. She was the first person I ever smoked weed with. She actually gave up doing any kinds of pills so she could be around me.
She asked us to live with her. She had been asking for a while, and now my fiance and I had nowhere else to go so she was super excited about us moving in with her finally.
I was kind of happy about it too because she didnt live in the best neighborhood and I liked that I would be there to make sure she was ok and I could do things for her (like cook for her and take her to her appointments and things like that).
At this point we had just started moving into the room that previously belonged to my meth head cousin. Yea... it's as bad as it sounds. He had been in and out of prison for many MANY drug, weapon, and theft charges. He would break into houses (including my dads house when I lived there) and steal all kinds of collectables and valuables and then go pawn them for meth money.
My Nana hated him. She was constantly kicking him out. But... she had a really big heart and if you apologized enough then she'd forgive you. So my other cousin Candy (the meth heads mom and my Nana's Niece) was constantly abusing this fact. She knew my Nana was a pushover. But there were times Nana told her no as well and then Candy resorted to threatening.
She'd tell Nana that she would "cut her off" which meant Nana would have no one to take her to her doctors appointments or to the store or things like that. Nana didnt drive or have a car, so she relied on Candy for these things. Nana had actually been asking my Uncle to buy her a car so she wouldn't have to deal with Candy anymore... but Candy was always pretending to be Nana's best friend and spent time with Nana when it was convenient for her. (One of Nanas sons had a lot of medical issues, the other lived 13 hours away, and my dad was just an asshole. So my nana relied on rides from Candy almost every day.)
The last time that Nana kicked out my meth head cousin he had hit her (which I didn't know about until after he landed in prison once again... otherwise he'd be dead and I'd be in prison). But Candy brought him back over there while Nana was gone and made him take a shower and get comfortable and everything... and then when Nana raised hell about him being there and told Candy that he had hit her... Candy literally threatened my Nana and told her "Well you better not ever hit him back! I'll be done with you if you do! Touch him and see if I ever help you again..." She literally didn't give a shit that her meth head son had hit my Nana... the woman that she "claimed" was her best friend and she cared sooo much about.
She didn't give a fuck about my Nana... she was just using her and I realize that now.
Candy also got my Nana started on drinking. Candy has been a drunk for as long as I can remember and a lot of my family have told me she used to be on meth and cocaine and has probably tried just about every drug. In the end she just turned to alcohol because it was legal and she thinks no one can say anything about her drinking since it's legal.
She was constantly trying to get my Nana to drink, despite knowing Nana had an addiction problem in the past and Nana telling her she didn't want to drink because she knew she shouldn't. For a year I watched her slowly water Nana down to it... for a year Nana kept saying no and then on a bad day Candy made her a mix drink and she finally accepted it.
This started Candy constantly buying Nana bottled and jugs of Jim Beam whiskey and me watching Candy come over already buzzed in the mornings and making mixed drinks for herself and Nana.
Should also mention that Candy has a really rich husband. He owns a huge shipping corporation in my town and would give Candy anything she asked for. He bought her 2 cars (a brand new Mercedes convertible and a Jeep Wrangler), a nice house that he let her remodel, and a huge swimming pool and hot tub. He takes her on trips wherever she wants to go... but they CONSTANTLY argue and fight because Candy won't let her sons deal with their own shit. Both of them are thieving meth heads who are in prison and she bends over backwards trying to get them out and works just so she can send them money in prison. She has bailed the younger one out more times than I could tell you... he has a whole list of charges and arrests. But she keeps acting like he's done nothing wrong and gives him whatever he asks for. This is something I had a problem with long before any of what I'm about to tell you happened.
(There are also accusations that Candy stole from her husband and gave the money to her sons after she bailed them out once. And she has made jokes herself about how he wouldn't even notice anything was missing and made jokes about how much money she could get if she divorced him. Which her stupid self doesn't realize wouldn't be that much, maybe her 2 cars, because everything else was his inheritance from his dad who originally built the company and she legally isn't allowed to touch his inheritance.)
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My fiance and I had moved our bed and some of our stuff to my Nana's and spent one night there. It was peaceful and comforting. That night Nana came in our room and joked about how we needed to put our big TV in the living room for her to watch. (We had plans to buy her one at Christmas).
The next day we got up and went and got donuts from my favorite place down the road. After we ate my fiance and I fell asleep watching a movie. At this point we didnt even know my Nana was in the house... we hadn't seen or heard from her since we had been up and assumed she had gone somewhere with Candy like usual. (Turns out Nana had already started to cut Candy off and had called and told her not to come that day, telling her she was just going to rest.)
My Great Aunt Pat had been staying in the living room for a couple of nights because she had been staying with Nana. Nana hated being alone in her apartment, which is why Pat was staying there with her until we got moved in.
My fiance and I got woken up just as it was getting dark out by my Aunt knocking on the door. She came in and said she was worried about Nana because Nana told her she was just going to rest today and had went to her room to lay down. Pat was worried though because that had been 3-4 hours ago and she hadn't seen Nana since.
This is when I knew. And you might find that crazy because how could you know?
Nana never slept that long. She slept that long at MOST on a really GOOD night. Otherwise she would sleep an hour, maybe 2 and then at least get up to go to the bathroom or turn on a movie if she couldn't go back to sleep. 9 times out of 10 she would be awake through any hour of the night that I got up to go to the bathroom. We both had terrible sleeping habits and would often be in the kitchen at 3 am making breakfast...
So when Aunt Pat said she hadn't seen or heard from her in that long... I knew something wasn't right...
I sat on the bed for a second and just leaned back against the headboard while my Aunt walked back to the living room... I think she knew what I did but she didn't want to be the one to... find her.
I didn't want to get off that bed... but my fiance (who didn't realize what my Aunt and I did) said "You should go check on her. I would but she's probably in a nightgown and that might be kind of weird."
So I took a deep breath and went to her door.
- (Warning: GRAPHIC)
I opened the door slowly and the bed was empty... and I felt my heart stop.
In the floor I could see her hair fanned out around the foot board of the bed.
I walked over... not knowing what to expect, but just hoping like hell that maybe she just passed out...
Her lips were blue... but I didn't let that stop me from shaking her and calling to her and begging her to wake up. Her skin was cold and her body was stiff and ungiving, nothing like the warmth and love that I always felt from her.
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I fell back on my ass and leaned against the dresser... so in shock that the tears hadn't even come yet. I couldn't breath. My chest felt like it was tight and my lungs wouldn't work anymore.
But I finally made myself get up and I called for my Great Aunt and fiance to call 911. My fiance called them and I heard him in her room telling the operator that he was trained in CPR but there was no point. She was gone. She had been gone for too long.
The first tear didnt roll down my cheek until I heard my Aunt screaming at Nana's body and crying for her to wake up. That's when I realized she was actually gone... it wasn't just a bad dream.
I got up to ask my fiance to call my mom and family and broke down in the hall while he stepped outside to do that. They wouldn't have been able to hear him over my Aunts painful sobbing. I sat in the hallway floor, staring at the 30+ pictures she had hung up all through the hallway...most of them were me. Her one and only grandchild. I remember crying silently and thinking "this can't be happening."
My fiance came back in after calling my mom and he took me to the living room and made me sit in my Nana's recliner. She had broken it a while back when my uncle came to visit and he sat in her lap and it flipped over with them in it. Nana had told me the story so many times, she didn't care about the chair being broken, she just thought it was a funny memory.
Minutes later... I don't really know how long because it was like my brain stopped perceiving time... the paramedics and the coroner came in. They asked us some questions after they examined her and the coroner pronounced her dead. I can't even remember what he asked other than about her medication and him telling us that she had been gone a while and there was nothing any of us could have done.
After this my mom came in and I called my Uncle and tried to tell him what had happened but couldn't get the words out so I handed the phone to my fiance who stepped outside and came back in later to tell me my Uncle had booked a flight and would be here in the morning.
After that more of my family showed up, my other Uncle and Great Aunt and then I called my Dad... who I didn't think was going to come for a second...
And finally everyone was there and everyone was crying and confused and asking what happened. And then Candy came in.
She ran straight to me and started screaming and bawling "Is Aunty dead!? She can't be dead! This isn't real!" And fell back in Nana's recliner and started kicking and screaming and crying like a 5 year old throwing a fit.
Now I know everyone reacts to things differently and grieves differently... but you could smell the alcohol on her and could tell she was out of her mind. And here she was throwing a fit and showing her ass while the rest of the family cried and talked amongst each other. I didn't really think about it or say anything at the time because I was so out of it, but my fiance brought it up later how just batshit crazy she seemed and how stupid she made herself look.
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It was at this point that the coroner had us all in the kitchen and told us she had been gone for a while and that he believed she fell after she got up and the way she hit her head on the brick wall instantly killed her. He said she was gone before she hit the floor.
So she had gotten up, probably to go to the bathroom or something like usual... and just lost her balance, cracked her head on the wall... and was gone before she hit the ground.
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After giving birth at 15 to my dad, and then having my younger uncle by surprise in her 30s. After fighting ulcers and stomach cancer and 2 knee replacements. After defeating her drug abuse problems... that's how she goes. Something so fucking simple!? Something that could happen so... easily...
Candy proceeded to tell the coroner that Nana had been put back on Neurontin at her last doctor visit. Candy and Mom both said the last time she was on that shit she had loss of speech and balance. Mom said she had been on it before and knew that it could mess with people really bad sometimes and that Nana had told her before about how bad it was last time they put her on it.
It's crazy how quickly drama ensued after that...
Our crazy landlord called my fiance and told him we needed to get our cats and the rest of our stuff out of "his house." Even though it had only been 2 days since we notified him that we were leaving. He threatened to throw our cats out to the neighbors dogs if we didn't have them out by morning because "his house wasn't a kennel." And that statement is what pissed me off the most because we hadn't even moved half of our stuff out of that house yet and here he was threatening us to pretty much move out over night, even though he legally had to give us 60 days.
So we had to go out there with my mom and dad and pack all of our stuff into their vehicles and move everything THAT NIGHT. We literally left to do that as the funeral home pulled up to get my Nana's body out of the house...
And my psychotic ass cousin decided for some reason that SHE should be the one to take Nana's purse. Candy literally grabbed Nana's purse and went and put it in her car before anyone even noticed and then told everyone that she had a key to the apartment and not to worry about it. (At this point I should mention that Candys meth head sons stuff was still in Nana's apartment, we had just started moving it the night before. Even though he had been in prison for several weeks at this point.)
The next day I got called to the funeral home with my dad and Uncles. They made the funeral arrangements with my input and said that everything should be left to me because I was the only grandkid and was so close to Nana.
The funeral was set to the next day, March 5, because one of my Uncles had to have surgery on the 7th and wanted to have it before then.
I held it together at the funeral pretty well, I only started crying when they played the song she used to sing to me all the time. I had smoked a blunt before going in Nana's honor and to make it a bit easier for me... Nana loved weed. She said it helped with her mental state as well as her arthritis and other physical pains. She always loved it more than any pills she ever took. Her and my Papaw used to smoke all the time before I was born. They gave it up to make sure they were good parents to my youngest uncle and great grandparents to me. And they were... despite the fact that I think they'd have been even cooler if they had kept smoking weed.
But the next day hell began all over again. My favorite Great Aunt called me and asked me to come to my Nana's apartment because Candy and her crackhead friend were over there packing up whatever they wanted. My youngest Uncle who had flown in said it looked like a couple of rats running in and out of the apartment...
My Aunt kept making little comments to Candy about how greedy she was acting and Candy kept getting bitchy with her and claimed all she was getting was her sons stuff. She tried to say she hadn't touched anything that was Nana's because she knew that was mine.
What bullshit. She had already packed up and taken all of Nana's collectable stuff that was on top of the cabinets in her kitchen, including an eagle set that Nana told me herself were hers and that she was pissed at my cousin because he kept stealing them off her cabinets and putting them in his room.
The next day my Aunt and I showed up to get some clothes for my other Aunt (Nana had like 5 sisters, so I have 5 great Aunts)... I had to climb through the window that Candy stupidly left open even though she deadbolted the door to keep me out...
While we were there Candy came flying up in her jeep (the neighbors had called her and told her we were there). And she barged into the apartment and immediately walks up to me in the hallway accusing me of stealing her sons TV and telling me I better bring it back... literally catching an attitude with me and accusing me of stealing something that WAS my Nanas. And I know the TV was my Nanas because my Uncle told us he and his wife bought it for her at Christmas!! But here this bitch is claiming she's not a thief or a liar... while lying and accusing me of stealing something that was NOT her sons. She was trying to get a free TV out of me because she thought I was too sweet and naive to tell her no and disagree with her... and she learned real quick that that wasn't happening.
She turned to my Aunt and started cussing her and telling her she had no business being in MY NANAS apartment that was left TO ME by my dad and uncles... telling my Aunt to leave her own sisters apartment.
I went off on the bitch, I had had enough. I told her my aunt wasn't going anywhere and that it was MY apartment and that SHE was the one who needed to get the fuck out. She finally left when my Aunt dialled the police.
So we went back to getting what we were there to get (some clothes that I had already been through the day before and was now taking my other Aunt.) When my Uncle pulled up. I had put Nanas plant in the trunk of my great aunts car and had walked out with a box in my hands. Candy jumped out and made a b-line for the trunk and tried to grab the plant so I rammed the box in to her and said "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" And she went off on me about how that was "her" plant and nana would have wanted her to have it and then... then she told me... that my Nana would be disappointed in me...
She's lucky I had a box in my hand or I really and truly would have beat the shit out of her in that moment... I rammed the box into her harder and shoved her back towards my Uncles car (who had just got out and was trying to get between us) and I started yelling "Take your drunk ass home you stupid fucking bitch!!"
And honestly... I know a lot of people will say that's childish and I shouldn't have done that... but she needed to hear it from me. She needed to hear it from someone she thought truly loved her and would never say something like that to her. She needed that truth shoved down her throat to get it through her head. She is a drunk no matter how much she denies it. She shook her head at me and got back in the car and my Uncles Wife took her home.
She posted all over Facebook after that about "karma" going to get someone. And then called me a couple times and left a voicemail crying about how she wanted to talk to me and wanted me to come see her. But never once said sorry... never once admitted that what she did was fucked up.
And the best part... I wanted to save this for the end.
Candy blamed me.
The day after Nana's funeral... she came in Nana's room while I was packing some things and crying into Nana's pillows and told me "Well if I had been here Aunty wouldn't be dead! I even talked to (methehead son) and he said if he had been here she wouldn't have been dead!'
The coroner said she was gone before she hit the floor and that there was nothing we could've done. Candy had been the one buying Nana alcohol and making her mixed drinks even when she knew Nana was put back on that medication, that the doctor specifically told her not to drink alcohol with.
But Candy blamed me.
And as far as her son goes... if he had found Nana dead he would have packed everything valuable in that house and ran. He was already being searched for and had several warrants in several states... no fucking way would he have helped her or called the police.
Fuck Candy and her son. Nana was done with both of them anyway... but Candy was so delusional she didn't even realize it. She didnt realize Nana wanted me there so she wouldn't HAVE to have rides from Candy and Candy couldn't use her anymore.
Candy has since then tried to tell the whole family that my Aunt and I were bullying her and being mean to her and accusing her of shit. And at this point... I don't give a fuck if they believe her. I'll cut them off just like I did her.
(Sorry for not giving a lot of names, I'm not really comfortable doing that on here.
Hope you enjoyed a story from my crazy, fucked up life.)
Ps: Crazy Candy also took flowers off her own mother's gravestone because it was my Aunt that shes pissed at that put them out there. So, my Aunt put flowers on her sisters headstone and Candy took them off because she's pissed at her right now... took flowers from her own mother like that did anything but make her look like the piece of shit she is.
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Interlude 13×21
A/N: Post Gabriel and Rowena. Fyi, this is not meant to be ship hate. I just needed a fix it for my own OTP because I'm selfish. :P
“Alright, so we have our plan, right?” Dean looked at everyone gathered around the table and nodded at every one of them.
“A little rickety, but we don’t have much of a choice,” Gabriel sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
“Do you have any better ideas?” Sam sneered.
Gabriel narrowed his eyes at Sam. The hunter had been acting super salty ever since the golden trio had walked in on him and Rowena. Yeah, it was awkward, but that still didn’t account for how aggressive Sam was being. “No. I don’t.”
“Then, let’s just get what we need and get it over with,” Sam stood up and walked to the kitchen.
“What’s his damage?” Gabriel asked Dean, who was double checking his backpack.
“Maybe you should ask him,” Dean huffed. “Hell if I know.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes and stood up, following Sam into the kitchen. He was probably just nervous about facing Lucifer again, which was understandable. Maybe since Gabriel had gone through some of his own torture-trauma, he could help ease Sam’s mind. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw Sam pouring himself a glass of whiskey with a few cubes of ice in the glass.
“Wow, day-drinking without me? Rude,” Gabriel teased.
Sam ignored him and took a drink. “You weren’t invited for a reason.”
“What’s that?” Gabriel walked forward and grabbed the bottle off the counter, taking a swig without a glass.
“You just…” Sam frowned. “How could you do that? With Rowena?”
Gabriel’s brow furrowed in confusion. “That’s what this is about? Kiddo, we were bored. You guys were taking forever.”
“I just thought that…” Sam trailed off, shaking his head and staring at his drink.
“You can’t really blame me,” Gabriel shrugged. “Last time I got laid was seven years ago before Loki sold me off, and Rowena is a tight piece of witchy a—“
Sam slammed his hand down on the counter, interrupting Gabriel. “What about me?!”
Gabriel stared at Sam, jaw hanging slightly open at the hunter’s admission. “What?”
“Ever since you came back it just seemed like you…” Sam looked up and ran a hand through his hair. “You know what? Never mind. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Hey,” Gabriel came closer and pushed Sam’s shoulder so that the hunter was facing him, “don’t you dare give me that passive aggressive bullshit. Spit it out.”
Sam glared at Gabriel. “Fine. I like you, Gabriel. A lot. I’ve been dropping hints the past couple weeks, but obviously, you aren’t interested.”
“I…” Gabriel’s face reddened. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Is it so hard to believe that I’m queer?” Sam huffed.
“No, it’s hard to believe that you’re such an oblivious idiot!” Gabriel shouted. “I called your face pretty, for fuck’s sake!”
“Yeah? Well, I stood up to Dean for you!”
“I stepped in and killed Narfi because he was hurting you!”
“I told you I needed you!”
“I came back because it was you that needed me!”
Sam and Gabriel stopped shouting and stared at each other, chest heaving and faces flushed. The air in the kitchen was charged, Gabriel’s grace causing their surroundings to have an added weight and scent of ozone.
“Do you still need me?” Gabriel asked softly.
“Of course we do,” Sam sighed. “For Michael and—“
“No, Sam,” Gabriel stepped forward, into Sam’s space. “Do you still need me?”
Sam’s breath hitched for a moment. “I—I don’t know. You slept with Rowena.”
“So what?” Gabriel asked. “We’ve both slept with lots of people. You can’t actually believe that hooking up with her really meant anything.”
“Maybe?” Sam shrugged. “It’s just that I don’t really do that. I can’t just…fuck people cuz I’m bored or something. Maybe it makes me weird or whatever, but I need to have that connection with the other person. I thought maybe you and I might have that.”
Gabriel reached out and grabbed Sam’s hand, stroking the top of it with his thumb. “You’re not weird. Meaningless sex isn’t all that great, honestly. It’s like playing a tap-tap game on your phone. Something to pass the time for a bit, but not really fulfilling in the slightest.”
Sam gave Gabriel a small smile. “How many have you gone through since I got you a new phone?”
“Oh gosh, at least fifty,” Gabriel replied, causing Sam to chuckle. “Point is...you’re not a tap-tap game for me. You’re way more than that.”
“So, I’m…what?” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Candy Crush?”
“Only because I’m gonna invest a shit ton of time and money into you,” Gabriel grinned. “If you’ll let me, that is.”
Sam bit his bottom lip, and looked down at Gabriel’s hand holding onto his. “It really was nothing, then?”
“I promise,” Gabriel used his other hand to draw an ‘x’ over his heart. “You can even ask her.”
“No, I believe you,” Sam nodded. “I wanna do this. With you.”
Gabriel smiled. “Good, because I do, too.”
Sam pulled Gabriel to him and hugged him tight. He was glad that the tryst with Rowena was nothing. There were already strong feelings developing inside of him for Gabriel, and he couldn’t ignore them anymore. It was even more incredible that Gabriel felt the same way.
“So, how much have you spent on Candy Crush?”
“You know, it’s not about how much I’ve spent, but the enjoyment, right?”
“I have to apply for a new credit card, don’t I?”
“Yes, maybe.”
A/N: Sam Winchester is demisexual fight me
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Story Time
So, as a lot of you who've ever seen my family posts will understand, they're pretty messed up. Like, there's lighter things from just bad jokes, to things like full-on bigotry and abuse.
I wanna lay it all out, because I was thinking about it and wanted to get it off my chest.
So, there are 3 kinds of messed up with my parents, all their own special brew of abusive and neglectful.
So, you have my mother. She seems like a typical Southern mom on the surface. You can see her at church. At Wal-Mart. Dresses kinda trashy. Big & loud hair, and bad teeth. But if you knew her for longer than a week, you started to get this vibe from her you couldn't quite put your finger on until you REALLY knew her.
She's one of the few people I genuinely hate in this world. Growing up, she called me names (to my face) like "fat," "stupid," and other such names, and constantly verbally demeaned, bullied, and abused me (she'd constantly "joke" about things she disapproved of, sometimes even so far as to physically do things to me I'd rather not discuss publicly; she'd withhold information from me constantly, the list goes on. When my parents were talking about getting divorced, she took me to the Taco Bueno/Raising Cane's parking lot shortly after my birthday and told me and made me choose right then and there who I wanted to live with (which is a whole other emotional experience.)) She'd do things from her "jokes," to the "punishment" she came up with where every time I said something she didn't like, she'd slap my face.
Point blank. Didn't matter where or when it was, she did it. More often than not, it was whenever she felt like.
And then there was the privacy invasions. At first, it seemed logical (for someone who's grown up like that) that she saw everything. All my game accounts were linked to hers, and she knew my school-assigned email address (they used it to help teach us about "the real world".) I wasn't allowed to have a phone until age 13, which she could go through any time she wanted.
She'd punish me for whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, however she wanted. One summer (and this was in Texas, in an area where it gets particularly hot/humid) she locked me out of the house all day (from 9 until about 6 or 7 at night, whenever she decided to get back,) and told me I wasn't allowed back inside (she would contest that because she only forbade me from entering, and told my older sister and two stepsisters I was allowed exactly 1 five-minute bathroom break all day and to tie me down outside if I needed to be, that she "technically" didn't lock me out) until she got back. I wasn't allowed any food, and had to drink from a dirty ass hose. I wasn't allowed to accept help from anyone, and my sisters weren't allowed to take food outside to me. She got home that evening and made me go straight to bed, then said I "hadn't learned anything" and made me do it all over again. I literally went 48 straight hours without food during that time.
The thing she was "punishing" me for? My dog had decided it wanted to lay down while I was taking it for a walk and got his belly a little red and some dirt on it.
Point is, knowing my mother, she was out-right abusive. Case #1 for abusive parents. From her, trust issues and paranoia got amplified, but those are whole other stories.
My dad and stepmom, on the other hand, were more into the manipulative side of things (my dad resorting to getting physical "if need be.")
My dad looks like a quirky guy on the outside. Tall, bald, tattooed. If you meshed with him, you'd get along swimmingly. Otherwise, you were me.
At first, I didn't notice his bigotry (I mean how could I? I was basically a smaller version of him, but not quite.) It wasn't until I'd gotten on Tumblr (about 2010 ish was when I first got on? If I remember correctly) and started questioning basically everything about myself when I started recognizing the subtler things, and it was definitely apparent when my older sister moved in with us.
At the time, she'd left my mom's house (because she'd gotten to her, too) and I was about 14-15. I found out before my parents did that she was actually transgender (and went by he/him pronouns, had a support group, etc.) I was like "oh cool I've always wanted an older brother" but the condition was I not tell my parents until it had already been brought up.
Now... Especially with my dad, he'll say he'll support someone he cares about unconditionally, but if you do something he doesn't agree with, he'll either get... Apprehensive, or just straight-up drop you. When he found out about my older brother, he basically bullied "the phase" (as my dad called it) out of him. It officially ended with a Christmas story that actually involves my stepmom.
Anyways, that's where I started finding out that even though he claimed to be unconditionally supportive, he wasn't.
Long story short, had a Tumblr and a support group, they found out about it, literally took everything away from me and invaded my privacy on literally all my accounts, told me I was "being enabled" because I had friends who'd sent me positivity during a barage of Anon hate, wouldn't even listen to me when I tried to explain how I literally didn't know how some of the stuff that was on there wasn't me (someone has gained access to my account and basically started up a sideblog that let's just say a 14-year-old shouldn't even look at, much less have,) tried to get me to tell them "the whole truth" and when I came out about my sexuality had to bottle it up again and act like it was "just a phase" because of how they reacted, and over the course of the next 5 years tried to invade my privacy as much as they possibly could. (Hell, even today, my dad still has my old email account on his phone to "check on it")
He's the kinda guy who would physically restrain me from doing something, then claim I voluntarily didn't do it. The list goes on.
My stepmother was arguably one of the most manipulative people I ever knew. Anti-vaxxer (to the point that she signed a consent form saying neither of my little sisters could get immunization shots from their schools and when asked about it, shrugged it off and was like "they don't need them," but there was more), terf bangs, the whole shebang. Would constantly goad people, then when someone called her out on it acted like she was the victim. Got my dad to yell at me/restrain me because I was "being too aggressive" trying to not have a panic attack because she was yelling. Got the word "ridiculous" banned in the house (yes, literally banned.) So, so much more.
She'd constantly demean me and talk down to me and about me, tell my sister's they didn't have to listen or pay attention to me, and when I brought it up to my dad/publicly, she'd simply act confused and say she didn't know what I was talking about, or that I was misremembering (a common tactic my mother used that my dad and stepmom hated.) One time, my dad actually asked me if she turned into my mother when she was gone, and I paused for a moment and was like "I mean yeah." (Don't ask how that resolved.)
She was the kind of woman who would slap you in the face and then talk to you long enough to try to convince you that you were never actually slapped in the face (unlike my mom, who would and would just tell you you deserved it.) This was the woman who, when my older sister's friend asked how her son was doing, almost caused a scene by loudly stating that her "daughter was doing just fine and I'll let her know that you were thinking about her." (Mind you this friend didn't know that my older brother was trans. This friend only knew him as he, and once even when I slipped up they didn't seem to notice it.)
All my parents would constantly demand someone access my email, messages, and history at any given point. I had friends who I talked to about this that I was scared shitless my parents would find out about because I didn't wanna lose them. I made so many accounts to cover my tracks I've literally lost access to a lot of them because I just can't remember the login details. My parents constantly told me "if you're hiding something that means you know it's bad" out of the blue, keeping me in a constant state of paranoia.
One time, I'd accidentally left my phone in my room and my dad walked in and stayed in for an abnormally long amount of time. I didn't go in because I knew they would definitely see that as a sign something was up, and just rode out my anxiety until my dad walked out, a hand in his pocket. He made this dramatic deal of calmly saying "Now... You know the rules... I'll forgive you this time, but next time will be worse... Especially after what's happened before..." And I was freaking the fuck out. He looked at me and laughed as he pulled a candy wrapper out of his pocket. He said he chose those words specifically because he wanted to see what kind of reaction he'd get out of me.
There are so many other examples I could bring up that I don't have the time or emotional energy to all in one post, but it breaks my heart there are still people who don't believe there are people like this out there. I once had a guy ask "well if your mom's that bad how come she's not in prison?" And my reply was simple: "Because she can cover herself up well." Parents like this are out there. People like this are out there. Please don't let this be your relationships in any fashion because you don't deserve it.
tl;dr: parental abuse and violations take many different forms. If you have any parents or people you know like this, as soon and as safely as you can, get the fuck out. They may only damage you permanently even worse.
The post that got me thinking about all this over the last emotion-charged hour and a half: https://freckledfemme.tumblr.com/post/169530766178/omgwhy-bpdcalvinfischoeder-staar84
#that's my rant for the night#ok to rb#ask to tag#child abuse#child neglect#my parents tag#i don't want to see anyone end up where i was#long post
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Day 8 Bleach fic Grimmichi
Still going with the 30-Day AU Challenge
Day 8: Horror Movie AU
UGH This was the hardest day so far because I’ve never seen an entire horror movie, so I wasn’t going to do anything for this one. Then I got the humorous mental picture of Grimmjow actually trying to be scary which morphed into Halloween. And then I realized that I just really wanted the two of them to get it on.
THEN I wrote 3,500 words of dirty, filthy sex only to realize in HORROR this morning that this is Tumblr and yeah, I probably shouldn’t post real porn on here lest I be banned or blacklisted or whatever is going on these day to censor folks.
THAT made me think that I maybe I should actually post this entire Dumpster fire worth of fic on AO3 so it’s somewhere safe. So I just did that.
ANYWAY, the beginning of this story is under the cut RATED MATURE and then here’s the link to AO3 where the graphic sex is. If you like that sorta thing. No judgment here.
While making regular visits to Earth after the war, Grimmjow learned just enough about human culture to be mightily confused by it and its nuances (learning mostly from TV and Urahara’s insane crew didn’t help), but when October 31 rolled around, he knew exactly what to do.
He used Urahara’s Amazon account to order what he needed and got ready in the alley behind the shop where no one could see.
At sunset, he drifted up to the Kurosaki residence and rang the bell, waiting and ready.
Isshin opened the door, took a long look and slammed it in Grimmjow’s face. “Ichigo, it’s for you!” his shout was loud enough to barely be muffled from the door.
Grimmjow didn’t move, rang the bell again, and the door opened with a pretty young girl cheering out, “Happy Halloween! Oh. You’re big. Do you want some candy?”
Grimmjow ground his teeth but didn’t answer.
“What is it, Yuzu?” another girl joined the first and looked up at him. “Ha. Nice. Ichigo!”
She slammed the door shut again.
Grimmjow was sorely tempted to just cero the door and maybe the entire house when the door opened the third time.
“What the...ah!” Ichigo actually jumped back and Grimmjow lost it. He doubled over laughing so hard he couldn’t draw a breath.
“Oh fuck you!” Ichigo said, immediately recognizing the maniacal laughter.
“You. Really. Thought.” Grimmjow couldn’t talk from laughing so hard.
“You’re a hundred feet too short to be a real Menos,” Ichigo snapped and Grimmjow hooted.
“Then why did you jump? I saw you!”
Ichigo muttered something under his breath, but Grimmjow grabbed the door before it could slam again. “I thought this was the stupid human tradition, to dress up and frighten each other.”
“Well, yeah, sorta.”
“And I did frighten you,” Grimmjow leaned forward then remembered he was still wearing the mask. He pulled it up and grinned at Ichigo.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Ichigo informed him then reached out and grabbed his hand before Grimmjow could ask what that saying meant. “We’re ready to start the movie.”
“With your family?”
“Annual tradition. You might as well meet them sometime,” Ichigo said, leading him in. “You ever heard of Friday the 13th?”
“The day?”
Ichigo grinned n an expression that Grimmjow knew mirrored his own usual mad smirk. “Oh, you’re in for a treat.”
If Grimmjow had been wont to worry, he might have been nervous finally meeting the family of his … Ichigo but the fact that he didn’t think about it long enough to even define their … thing they had going on meant that he didn’t care. Or whatever.
Still, there was something a little unsettling when Ichigo led him into the family’s living room and didn’t drop his hand.
“Everyone, this is Grimmjow. He thinks he’s funny. Grimmjow, this is everyone,” was all Ichigo said before pulling him toward the couch.
Grimmjow pulled off the mask completely and dropped the hood before sitting beside him. Isshin was looking—glaring?—but didn’t say anything other than, “Snacks are on the table. We’re all out of souls but there is pizza.”
The dark-haired girl ignored him as she ate, but the lighter-haired girl smiled brightly. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Grimmjow. I’m Yuzu, that’s Karin. Sorry our brother has no manners.”
“He was raised in a barn. By wolves,” Karin said with her mouth full.
Yuzu wrinkled her nose. “So were you. Gross.”
Grimmjow looked at Ichigo who just picked up the plate next to him and went back to eating. Well, if he’d built up any kind of picture of what meeting the … Ichigo’s family was like, this was way more low-key than he could have hoped.
Then Isshin dimmed the lights and put in the movie. Grimmjow would never admit to a fascination with TV and movies, but it was something that he enjoyed in the human world more than most things.
But the film they watched in the quiet darkness was something else. It was funny and terrible. It made him want to laugh and when the fake blood flew, he did laugh. Loudly and so suddenly that Ichigo choked on the soda he was drinking.
“What the—shut up,” Ichigo hissed, wiping at the sticky drops on his shirt.
Grimmjow just grunted in response but kept grinning. Ichigo elbowed him and Grimmjow pushed him away.
“Shhh,” Yuzu ordered, her eyes glued to the screen, her arms hugging a cushion. They obeyed.
Until the next gruesome murder on screen. Yuzu jumped and Karin swore when Grimmjow let loose another raucous laugh.
Ichigo slapped him in the face with a couch cushion then held it there. “Whaaat?!” Grimmjow grabbed at Ichigo’s hands to break free from the smothering.
“Shut up! We’re trying to watch the movie!”
“But it’s hilarious!” Grimmjow wrestled the cushion away from Ichigo and propped it behind his own head.
“It’s not supposed to be funny.” Ichigo’s outstretched hands looked like they were trying to decide if outright strangling would be more effective.
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s scary,” Ichigo said and Grimmjow burst out laughing again.
“This? This is what you call scary? Ulk—” Ichigo’s hands found their target.
“Shhhh,” the other three hissed at them.
Grimmjow broke Ichigo’s hold and gestured to the TV. “You actually think this is scary? I can show you three ways of killing them easier unless you’re actually looking for more blood spray and then I can tell you—”
Ichigo’s hand slapped over his mouth to quiet him. Grimmjow huffed through his nose and licked the palm. Ichigo glared but didn’t move.
“Ichigo, take your—” it was good to see that Isshin was struggling for the right word too— “guest away if he can’t be quiet. I don’t need his suggestions on more efficient ways of slaughtering the innocent right in front of my young, flowering blossoms of—”
“Shut up, Dad,” Karin said as she smacked Isshin’s face with Yuzu’s pillow.
“Ugh, come on,” Ichigo stood up and moved his hand to pull Grimmjow up too. “We’ll go to my room since you can’t keep your big mouth shut.”
Grimmjow wasn’t sure what he’d done to piss off everyone, but he wasn’t about to complain about the chance to be alone with Ichigo in a bedroom. Ever since they’d started doing … whatever it was they were doing, it was a rare treat to be completely alone somewhere private. And comfortable. Much nicer than an alley somewhere.
As soon as Ichigo shut the door behind them, Grimmjow crowded close. He was held off by the firm hand on his chest. “Don’t even think we’re going to—”
“To what?” Grimmjow breathed right in his ear as he brushed his lips along Ichigo’s cheek. He kissed his way down along Ichigo’s jaw.
Ichigo helpfully tilted his head as the kisses trailed down his neck and said, “We’re not going to do this or you’ll think it’s a reward for your bad behavior.”
“Bad behavior?” Grimmjow scoffed and pulled Ichigo’s hips closer by his belt loops. “What’re you talking about?”
“Weren’t you being obnoxious on purpose just so we could ditch my family?”
Grimmjow planted his hands firmly on Ichigo’s ass but pulled his face away to say, “How was I obnoxious?” He couldn’t quite muster up the irritation to be truly angry when Ichigo’s hands were running up his chest and his breath was warm over his lips.
Ichigo’s chuckle was a warm gust. “Nevermind,” and he pressed his lips to Grimmjow’s. Grimmjow opened his mouth eagerly but Ichigo kept the kiss light, tracing his lips against Grimmjow’s top lip first then outlining the bow with the tip of his tongue.
The teasing touch made Grimmjow shiver and tighten his hands on Ichigo’s waist. But Ichigo didn’t hurry. He paid equal attention to Grimmjow’s bottom lip as he slid one hand up into Grimmjow’s hair and wrapped the other around his back to hold him close.
Grimmjow was breathing as hard as he would in battle when Ichigo finally finally licked into his impatient mouth. Grimmjow responded so fervently, he felt Ichigo’s back hit the door. He growled what might have been an apology as he slid his tongue against Ichigo’s to get him to play.
Battling Ichigo Kurosaki in this way had soon almost equaled the joy that fighting him gave Grimmjow. It was another way to enjoy the passion and energy that Ichigo put into everything he did.
Now Ichigo used the hand in Grimmjow’s hair to pull his head back. Grimmjow didn’t want to break the kiss and dove back in before Ichigo pulled him back again.
“The fuck’s wrong?” Grimmjow said, but Ichigo was pushing him then, and when Grimmjow felt the bed against his knees, he sat. Ichigo crawled right onto him and continued the kiss as if they’d never parted.
Grimmjow had two wonderful handfuls of Ichigo’s ass and he squeezed appreciatively before he encouraged Ichigo to grind down against his growing hardness. Then he moaned when Ichigo found just the right undulating motion and broke off with a gasp.
“Not laughing now, are you,” Ichigo said, looking down at Grimmjow and grinning his rare sincere grin.
“Nothing funny about this,” Grimmjow agreed and before Ichigo could get any ideas about taking charge without a fair fight, he flipped Ichigo ass over teakettle onto the bed. While Ichigo was still mid-bounce, Grimmjow climbed on top, his black cloak spread out over them.
“What the hell, I was trying to take things slow for once, you assmunch.” Ichigo pushed at his chest but it was like trying to roll a boulder off of him.
“You like it when I munch your ass,” Grimmjow leaned down to kiss him but Ichigo’s face was doing some kind of contortion he’d never seen.
He pulled back while Ichigo covered his eyes with one hand and said, “You can’t just say something like that.”
“What? I only said—”
“I know what you said! I’m saying don’t say it again! It just doesn’t sound...right.”
Grimmjow rolled his eyes because Ichigo couldn’t see it. He pulled Ichigo’s hand away and smirked down at him. “So I’m allowed to do it, just not to talk about it?”
“Yes. No. Oh my god, I don’t know, just shut up and kiss me.” Ichigo’s face was alight with a blush that Grimmjow was sure he could feel. He tried it, kissing Ichigo’s warm cheek and then the other before taking his lips again.
Ichigo seemed to take out his frustration through his kiss now, and bit at Grimmjow, writhing under him while he pulled at Grimmjow’s hips. Grimmjow didn’t have any interest in taking things slow either, but he did realize they needed to get unclothed somehow.
He slipped one hand down and under Ichigo’s T-shirt and palmed the tight abs he found. He tried to take the shirt with him as he slid his hand up to the flat chest, but it got stuck. He sat back on his heels and tugged at Ichigo’s shirt. “Off.”
“You too,” Ichigo agreed, sitting up far enough to pull his shirt off.
Then Grimmjow opened the fasteners of the cloak and let it fall off his shoulders and bundle at his hips. Ichigo immediately clamped his hand over his eyes again and blushed. “You’re naked!”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t that the point?” Grimmjow rolled his eyes again. “Why are you blushing? We’ve been naked together before. A lot.”
“I know,” Ichigo snapped and glared at him. “But I can’t believe you were naked under there the whole time that you sat downstairs with my sisters. It’s like you’re...more naked.”
“More naked,” Grimmjow smirked. “That’s a good one.”
“Why didn’t you wear something under there?!”
“What do you think that Menos wear under their cloaks?”
And Ichigo covered his eyes and groaned again. “Ugh, why did you have to say that?! Thinking about Menos isn’t sexy!”
“Doesn’t feel like you have a major problem with it.” Grimmjow’s grin grew as he circled his ass a little. Ichigo’s hardness didn’t feel like it had flagged much.
“You’re a freak,” Ichigo grumbled.
“That’s what gets you off,” Grimmjow said as he leaned over and kissed him breathless. Ichigo’s hands worked and pulled the cloak away completely so he could touch all of Grimmjow’s smooth skin and hard muscle. He stroked up and down his back as Grimmjow stretched back out over him.
“Jeans,” Ichigo reminded him breathlessly.
Grimmjow grumbled but finally sat back so Ichigo could open his belt and fly. Then Grimmjow took over, pulling the jeans and briefs together over Ichigo’s slim hips, and down his long legs. He whipped them off dramatically with a snarl that made Ichigo roll his eyes, but Grimmjow knew it was amusement.
“Socks,” Ichigo commanded and Grimmjow parroted back “socks” sarcastically, but he removed them too. Then he looked at the entire naked body spread beautifully before him and could have thanked whatever deity looked out for Hollows for the gift he was given.
Ichigo was apparently waiting for Grimmjow to just pounce on him as usual and braced himself. That made Grimmjow want to be contrary.
#my fic#my 30 days#grimmichi#bleach fic#PWP#i finally posted all my days so far on AO3#ugh#i suck#i cut this story well into Mature territory#just so my Menos joke would make it in there#i'm shameless#like Grimmjow
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The boy who owned the world NOVEMBER 26, 2017 · FRIENDS The boy who owned a world By Josh Maynard Intro April 2020 People are dying. 2/3s of the worlds population has succumbed to an unknown virus. All humans above age 19 are dead. Corpses lie still in their cribs. Elderly lie eternally asleep in their beds. It all started 3 days ago, the flash. Children are waking up from their coma. Milk is sour. No power. Mommy and daddy smell bad. This is the new beginning. Adults have desecrated the Earth. So, the virus only attacked fully developed brains. Chapter 1 0810 Hours “Everything is fucked man, so fucked!” Eric mumbled as he pulled his red flyers wagon down the street. He stopped at a street light and out of habit looked both ways. Warily he crossed the street. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. the familiar pops that would resemble fireworks brought only death. “Damn kids” he spat in the direction on south Freetown. Eric would be turning 15 this year. Like it mattered, he thought. No more birthday candles. They were too valuable. After a few brisk minutes he reached a partially looted liquor store. He silently laughed at the broken registers and lotto machines. Damn kids. Curiously he made his way down the aisle pulling cans off the shelves. First aid and medical supplies went into the wagon as well. Candy bars, ramen noodles, and even pet food all came off the shelf. He suddenly stopped. He stopped right in front of the huge beer cooler. Shrugging a “what the hell” he grabbed a few cases. Eric managed to haul over 100lbs of supplies back to his house. His dads truck still in the garage. His moms eco friendly hatchback was still in the driveway. After putting his wagon away he grabbed his .22 rifle and his fathers .38 special tucking it in his waist band. After grabbing some pretzels and 12 pack he made his way to the front porch. While sitting in the rocking chair he began to whistle one of his fathers favorite bands songs. Eric solemnly took out a pack of malboros and lit one. While exhaling a large cloud of smoke he screamed “FUCK THIS” taking a final swig of his beer, he threw the bottle into the street. Not shedding a single tear. 3 hours later Eric awoke to the sound of screaming. No, laughter? He lazily opened his eyes to see a few kids playing soccer in the middle of the street. A few boys and girls his age while toddlers watched from the curb. The twins were team captains. Obviously, Eric snorted. Grabbing another cigarette he made his way to the street. The automatic gates didn’t work so he used a manual gate next to his mother’s rose bushes. Earlier he had wrapped all of his bike chains around the gate to further secure it. If he at 10 years old knew how to pick a lock then he could count on other degenerates knew too. After undoing all the chains several kids noticed Eric. “Eric! Finally the master of disaster wakes up!” one of the twins piped up. It was Harry, the boy, all long flowing locks of fiery red hair. “What’s up fire crotch?!” Eric replied. Soon all the little ones crowded Eric squealing and hugging his legs. “We rescued a lot of kids today” Sara mentioned as he made her way through the small crowd. “While you were shut in your castle”. Sarah gave him a peck on his cheek. “We thought…..” her gaze fell low “We thought you were fish food man!” Harry exclaimed “But look at you! Smoking AND drinking. Wow. Hey wheres all the warm beer?” Eric put his thumb behind him “I put it in the pool”. At the mention of a pool the kids all stopped playing with the ball. “Well fuck this! Me first!” Harry yelled pushing past all the little ones “Take him hostage sis, hes all yours!” he screamed just as an army of children began to run behind him. Eric smiled, my little army, he thought. “So hot shot, what’s the plan?” he turned to see Sarah in white shorts and a yellow blouse. The wind was whipping her hair across her shouders. She and her twin brother were 16. Sarah and Eric swapped their V-cards together just that summer. “Well Darling” he said between puffs “I guess we take over the world” laughing he locked the gate and slid his arm around her waist. Together they made their way to the pool. “Don’t drink it all asshole!” Eric yelled as Harry grabbed his another beer. “Relax bro, ill go get you a whole store!” Harry replied. They both fell back in their lawn chairs laughing. “Is this the life or what?” Harry asked “Despite the fact I forgot we have no parents, its been alright” Harry whistled a somber tune. “Yeah, our dad was an ass so we put him in the county dump” Harry replied gleaming “ Fuck-em” he whispered as he took another swig. “So captain whats the plan? I mean, how do we live? Obviously we cant take care of all these little bastards” Harry mentioned while he waved his hand at the pool. The pool was filled with more then 50 screaming and laughing kids. They all had forgotten for the time being that they had awoken to dead parents days before. Eric smiled at Harry “I guess we can drop them off in the woods somewhere—OWWW” “Sarah punched Eric in the shoulder “Well? Do you have any ideas princess?” Eric said turning towards her. She was rubbing her temples while in deep thought. “We need them…” she finally said “We need an army” Harry began to laugh but quickly fell silently, no one else thought it was funny. “Your serious?” said Eric, she turned to him “ Its time babe. We’re taking over”. Eric lifted his beer and chugged the rest in one gulp, “Si vis pacem para bellum” he whispered. Chapter 2 A few months later Cars had now been parked to block the ends of the street. After Eric dispatched Harry to the local hardware store to get generators. The wall was being built. Tony was named head engineer. Tony was 13 and still in love with legos so to Eric it was a no brainer to charge him with building a wall. He now supervised 8-15 year olds as they cut and nailed new sections. Eric drove by in his Hummer. “Hey Tony the tiger, hows the progress?” he asked stepping out. Tony grimaced, “ Im not gunna lie Er, we are way behind. That last attack from the Baron’s set us back. We are now using fire retardant wood and aluminum roofing to cover the wood. At least the gate anyway. The vulneralbities are the alley’s and the sewers”. Eric was writing in his notebook. “ Anything else to report?” Tony looked sideways “Well, one of the new recruits is causing some trouble” At this Eric looked up “Trouble?” Tony sighed “She causing some dissention with the younger ones, he goes by Striker” Eric spat at the ground “Son of a bitch” he pulled out his radio “Base 1, this is golden eye over” his radio crackled “Golden eye we read you, what’s your 20? Over”. The kids had raided a police station armory and found radios with code books. “Find out who is in charge of our new guppies (recruits) and bring them all to the hall of justice, over.” Eric said “Roger wilco sir, over and out”. Eric kicked a rock “To the torture chamber we go”. He climbed behind the wheel of the truck and sped off grinding his cig mouth. “Attention on deck!” Lt Gaby screamed. “ At ease” Eric barked. The whole room sat at Eric’s command. “ Lt, give me the list of guppies” Gaby promptly handed over a list of this week’s workers. Striker was last on the list. “Guppie Striker?” Instantly a frail blonde girl stood. She was about his height with green eyes and a very extenuating bust. Shit, Eric thought, he assumed it was a male. “Seize her” 4 guards responded and cuffed her. “Bring her here” Eric commanded, the guards led her without protest to the front of the hall and sat her in the Truth Chair. “Guppies DISSMISSED!” Eric bellowed, Lt Gaby began to bark orders and led them back to work detail. As the last recruit left Eric told the guards to wait outside. “Id rather blow you then get raped” Striker spat in rebellion as he walked behind her. “Who do work for?” Eric simply asked ignoring her provoke, “What?” Eric slapped her hard “Argh, I don’t WORK for anyone you jackass!” Striker screamed. “Why all the bullshit on the wall then!? Your speech is a cancer” Eric retorted as he began to lose his cool. He stayed behind her “I was only talking shit!” She screamed, she smelled good Eric thought as he leaned into her ear “Liar liar pants on ….” He then proceeded to lift a can and pour precious gasoline all over her body “….Fire”. Pity, she smelled so nice. She was screaming and thrashing but chains held her down. He circled her and took out a cigarette, light it and inhaled. “Look ill do whatever you want ok? Ill do whatever you want, please!” she was crying hard now, it gave Eric a thrill to hear her beg. “Tell me, who…..do….you….work….for” He breathed out his smoke so thick she began to cough “Fine FUCK, FINE! Fuck! Ill tell you! But I cant go back there! Please! They will kill me!” She screamed as Eric lit another match. “Who will?” Eric whispered as he slowly circled her. “The fucking jackets!” this puzzled Eric. The Yellow Jacket football team, he thought. Shit. “Guards!” Eric sat down, hands in his lap patiently studying Strikers face. She looked like an animal caught in a trap. The gas worked every time. If she only knew it was a cup of gas poured in a gallon of water for the smell. He smiled as moments later the Hall’s door was filled with guards. “Put her in solitary” He nodded to Striker “Brig, bread and water 3 days. That’s it.” Just as he finished his command Sarah burst through the front double doors with her honor guard trialing her. Oh shit, thought Eric. Sarah walked right up to Striker and punched her in the throat. Striker, still tied in the chair, fell gasping for breath still attached to the Truth chair. “Why wasn’t I notified immediately? Shes a fucking spy?!” Eric looked like he was actually 15. He then looked her straight in the eye and told her the truth “I didn’t want to risk it over the radios” Sarah kicked Striker in the stomach “And that’s for soliciting yourself on my man bitch!”. Between gasps Striker managed a weak “Fuck you..” Sara scoffed and began to try and stomp her face but Eric quickly intervened. “Stop Sara!” She looked back at him incredulously “We need her!” He urgently whispered. “Shes from a new gang, that football team from Glenbard High? Yellow Jackets apparently. That school is a fortress! Fuck a wall. That place could be our capital! We are close to 800 strong and climbing everyday….we need to expand” Eric then lightly kicked the now unconscious girl on the ground. “Shes our golden goose” It took Sara a few seconds to contemplate this and then suddenly jumped on Eric “ Oh Darling this is why I love you!” She blurted in between kisses. “Ahem” a cloaked figure appeared in the Hall’s doorway. “Come now children, daddy’s home!” a familiar Harry swept off his cloak in a kingly manner. “Scary Harry! My man, how goes it?” Harry lit a cigar and dragged a huge toke. “Well, the campaign is going well, we brought an additional 76 guppies in. But even better are our raids. I put the preliminaries on your desk Governor, ill tell you this, we hit em hard” Sarah released her grip on Eric “How hard?” She breathed slowly. Harry took his time “Uhhh…about 10,000 gallons of fuel” Eric’s cigarette fell from his mouth. Sarah ran to her brother and picked him up in a excited embrace. “You little devil you! How!? A transport?” she set him down “Of course my horse! We were raiding the airport when our scouts spotted a few Baron’s guarding a jet and a truck. Our snipers took out the gurads and when we searched the plane. Nothing but this white powerdy stuff. Looks like coke?” “Celebration?” Harry asked his lifetime best friend. “Its time to kill the fatted calf” Eric said with a smile. It was going to be a very good day after all. “Governor! Eric wake up!” Eric opened one eye, it was Lt. Gaby. “Yeah yeah im awake, whats the matter?” Gaby gave him a report “Is this true?” Gaby nodded “Ever since Sparrow (Stanley) put out that radio signal our radar is picking up thousands of kids and vehicles alike”. Shit, he thought, too soon. “Get me my gun and hail Cmdr Sarah and Cmdr Harry NOW!” Gaby quickly saluted and ran barking orders. Within minutes Sarah and Harry had Alpha Teams swarming the banisters. “I want snipers on every fucking roof damn it!” Eric yelled into his throat mike “And someone bring me some coffee!” Eric reached in his pocket and sniffed some sugar, he was floored. “Gaby, get processing teams down there now!” Eric knew first hand what could happen if close to 2,000 kids got riot worthy. Processing teams pushed through the huge make shift camp. Gaby got a p.a. “Males on the left side of the street and females on the right” Medical teams were then dispatched to triage the new kids. “We cant let them all in Eric, there’s not enough supplies” Harry said as he looked at the huge crowd. Reports were coming in that thousands were being added. “Then we build more walls. Send out more raid parties.” Harry looked away in anger “You have no idea what its like out there do you Er? How many good guys and girls ive lost trying to feed these outsiders” He spat as he waved his hand over new guppie crowd. “You and Sarah are living in this fantasy….you CANT save the world.” Eric knew Harry was right. They couldn’t keep on taking in every new guppie that they found. They were already at max capacity. They needed to expand. And he knew just the place to annex. Now was his chance. “Sarah, call the council together and Gaby?” “Yes, capt?” “Make sure these migrants have bread and water. Keep em happy” Gaby then replied a few seconds later “ Uh sir, theres a leader here who calls himself Josiah, he would like a word” Sarah looked at him with conern but Harry volunteered “Ill go baby sit the prophet” Harry said laughing as he climbed down the banister. “He’s a tough SOB that one!” Eric said as he watched Harry entreat this leader to succumb to his world. They both entered the gates minutes later arm over each others shoulder. He was a red head. Damn irish, Eric thought as he chuckled. “Well, you have your army Darling, whats next?” Eric pulled another cigarette from his almost empty pack. “We are gunna take that fucking school” Chapter 3 “8 days later” *Eric and Harry are on a hill ½ mile from Redwood High. Eric has a spotters scope & Harry is staring down a Barret .50. Both are dressed in camo. Its been two says since last relocation. Eric cant stop smoking. He worried about his young sniper team. Most of his team consisted of teenagers trained on video games of violence and gore. Bravo and Alpha teams consisting of 5 guppies contained a comms, medic, assault, and sniper team were stationed in the North and Charlie and Delta were moving in from the East & West. An entire storm trooper army was stationed just outside the Yellow Jackers radar about 2 clicks south, about 2k strong in the FOB* “There he is…” Eric, alert and hyperviligant, whispered. “The queen bee himself, range?” Harry asked “400 yards” Eric whispered. “Fuck man I cant make that shot!” Harry said setting down his rifle. “This is way different then COD bro, we got wind and drop to factor in” Eric whipped out a compass and wind navigator and ran the numbers. “Shoot 8 inches to the left and 5 inches above your target” Eric said to Harry. “Seriously?” Harry spat incredoulous. “Dead serious, simple calculus my friend, x is always moving” Whispered Eric. He watched through his spotters lens as the Queen Bee drank some hot liquid on the roof. “All units prepare for execute, on my mark, fire fire fire……” Erics words were muffled by thunderous crack of lightning. “WEAPONS FREE!” Eric yelled into his throat mike. Infantry units on dirt bikes, ATV’s, and trucks with .50 came barreling from all units and entire buses full of grunts began to appear on the horizon. The siege lasted 45 min. Multiple units began to engage the Yellow Jackets on the 1-4 floors of the school. Tear gas and smoke filled the courtyards. The ill prepared YJ did not stand a chance against riot gear and gas. Many young militants fell in the first few minutes. Medics were dispatched to patch up the wounded. Enemies were captured and rounded up in a make shift camp. After the intial stages of the invasion, the battle was over. A white flag was shown from the Gym of the school which served as HQ. The Gym was full to the brim with over 1,500 kids. “Cease fire!” Harry commanded over his mike. “Infantry, secure the perimeter, Flood the tunnels and seal the gates. No one in or out. Process all citizens of the YJ colony and get medical teams to triage the survivors.” Eric barked into his mike. “Sniper teams, your on overwatch duty, if you see a weapon in the hands of the enemy, terminate them” CRACK Harry slumped over. His face hit the cold ground with a sickening thud. Everything happened in slow motion. Eric’s initial assement assumed his wound was fatal. Crawling over, he deduced that the round had grazed his ear and rendered him unconscious. “FUCK EVAC ON MY POSITION NOW! I need artillery on that roof now! Mobile units, put suppressive fire on those banisters! SOMEBODY PUT A FUCKING BIRD IN THE SKY!”
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