#anyways jean where u at lad

[killa-trav]

PETE DAVIDSON AND MICHELLE YEOH AT THE 2023 MET GALA

📸; DMITRIOS KAMBOURIS

[1kook]

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this is part of my netflix & chill series takes place directly after vickey & hickeys !

SUMMARY See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do.  WARNING smut, kissing, unprotected sex, missionary, a love for cum/precum, mentions of hickeys, uhhh idk what else lol MISC valentines day, jk cute housewife tbh, jk being in love again u know the usual, jk clean freak  RATING m (18+) WC 1.4k

NOTES its not proofread bc im lazy but i love them... doesn't that amount to something.... YES! we move lads 

Jungkook has been living by himself for about four years now, give or take, and in that time he has come to understand the dire need for order when maintaining a home. He never understood why his mom was such a stickler for rules until he began living on his own. Those first few months had been awful, just the mere memory makes him shiver. His kitchen counters had been littered with an array of stains. His laundry basket seemed to fill up faster than usual. He never envisioned his adult life would start off with him polishing each and every inch of his hardwood floors. But because of that experience, Jungkook has finally followed in his mother’s footsteps and composed his own list of rules, eponymously titled Jeon Jungkook’s 5 Rules for a Happy Home.

He liked order and peace, liked when his coats were lined up from lightest to heaviest, when his glass plates were all stacked according to size and collection. He’s generally a neat person, prides himself in maintaining a clean personal environment. But of course, because the universe just loves him so, they repay him for all his efforts by giving him an absolute wildcard of a girlfriend. 

See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do. 

The list goes like this:

1. Shoes must always come off at the door; this keeps them clean and allows the hardwood floors to retain their glossy sheen for as long as possible.

The plan is to spend Valentine’s Day at his house, watch some Netflix, maybe chill. You had been giggly the whole drive back from the store, brandishing your repaired phone screen like it was something incredible. And because Jungkook had so graciously paid for it, he is reimbursed with a flurry of kisses that have the two of you stumbling into his house. “Baby,” he pants, hand at your waist. He hears rather than sees the loud thump of your sneakers against his hardwood floor. But Jungkook has long since mastered the careful art of distracting you, and it only takes one twirl and careful push until you’re pressed against the door, his hardwood flooring saved from your outside shoes. 

Of course, you misread the action. “Are you gonna be mean to me again?” you purr, throwing your hands over his shoulders. Your breathing is a little shallow now, lips kissing against his jawline as he helps you out of your shoes. You surge forward once more, press those satin lips against his. But this time, it’s your sock-clad feet that step onto his flooring, a soft whimper falling through your lips. 

2. Return everything to where it belongs; coats should go in the closet, keys on the key rack, etc, etc. 

“Take it off,” you husk out, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, and then rather mindlessly tossing it against the base of the stairs, where it was certain to be a safety hazard. Jungkook doesn’t even have time to protest, because then your coat follows. And then your top. And then your bra. 

He’s a weak man. 

He kisses down your throat, makes sure to glide his tongue over the bruises from last night. Not because he wants to see them heal, but because they ignite this sort of possessiveness in him that has him pushing you against the wall once more, guiding your leg over his hip. “So pretty for me,” he mumbles, letting you manhandle him out of his own shirt. And when your pebbled nipples press against his chest, the blood rushes down to his nether regions. You whimper, an airy little sound that sends him to the brink of insanity.

3. Always hold the stair railing; the steps can be slippery sometimes, so it is best to be safe. 

Just as predicted, his discarded coat ends up being the safety hazard it was destined to be. One blind step backwards sends him tumbling onto his behind, the edge of another step digging painfully into his back. “Fuck,” he groans, but not at his blossoming bruise. You shimmy out of your bottoms, present him with this stringy little thong he doesn’t think he’s seen before. “C’mere, baby.”

You’re his good girl, always, so you climb onto his lap with ease, slot yourself over him where you belong. “Right here?” you ask in the soft voice, look at him with this sinful gaze that sends shivers over every inch of his body. 

“Right there,” he confirms, wrapping an arm around you, uses it to pull you flush to his chest. The other slides over the curve of your ass, along the length of your thigh. His gentle touch makes you arch against him, a soft sigh escaping through your lips. “Gonna be good for me?” Jungkook murmurs, pressing a kiss to the tops of your breasts. You nod, and he slips his hand just behind your knee, uses it as he hauls you into his arms. He can’t even see his own two feet as he stumbles up the stairs with you in his arms. 

4. Don’t slam doors or unnecessarily swing them open; you can damage the walls or the door itself. 

It’s a joint effort; you twist the doorknob and Jungkook kicks it open. It slams against the wall, but Jungkook doesn’t really care, not when you look like that sprawled over his sheets. He can’t get his pants off fast enough, eyes trained on you as you slip out of your thong. You’re already so wet, gliding your fingers through your arousal as he stumbles out of his jeans and boxers. Always a tease. 

“Open,” you murmur. It’s what he should be saying to you, hand lingering on your knee, but he does it anyway. Jungkook parts his lips and savors the sweet taste of your arousal on your fingers, sucks and licks until you’re pulling away with a whine, spreading your legs for him to slot himself in between. He has half the thought to reach for the lube in his nightstand, the warming one that you love so much. But Jungkook is desperate and impatient: he spits in his hand and calls it a day, grips his cock in one hand and gives it a harsh tug. Unexpectedly, it’s an action that impresses his audience. “Me too,” you beg, tugging at his forearm. 

And Jungkook complies. He revs up his throat and leans over you, spits in your mouth like you wanted him to. But he’s off today, not completely sane, and half of it splatters against the corner of your mouth, over your cheek. You flinch, eyes squeezing shut. A moan slips past your lips.  And then Jungkook watches in awe as your tongue peeks out, licks at the corner of your lips like you’re trying to save it from going to waste. “Oh, baby,” he groans, and it’s with that final thought that he guides himself in. 

You’re so warm, tighter than usual. He hopes it doesn’t hurt. By the sound of your cries, it doesn’t seem to. Still, despite his concern, Jungkook can’t bring himself to hold back and begins thrusting after only a couple seconds. You claw at his shoulders, probably leave bright red marks all over him. You’re exceptionally needy today, cross your ankles at the base of his neck and make it impossible for him to get too far. 

Jungkook isn’t any better. He can’t let go of you even if he tried. If he’s not holding your waist, then it’s your breasts. If not there, then it’s your throat. There’s something so sexy about you today, so needy for him. He just fucked you last night, made you cum until you cried, and yet you always want more. More and more, just like him. 

Neither of you last that long. Normally, he’d be embarrassed about that. But today, one press of his thumb against your clit has you spasming around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cum coats his cock. So he’s not embarrassed, mostly proud. It’s a new record. 

5. Always say I love you. 

“I love you,” he gasps, holding your leg against his chest as he follows in your stead, vision fuzzy as his orgasm overcomes him. A hand touches his abdomen, gentle and encouraging. “I love you, I love you— I wanna marry you,” he shudders, before the pleasure eventually subsides and he’s slumping over your equally tired, equally sweaty form. 

That he’s embarrassed about, hiding his face in your neck as you card your fingers through his hair. “Me too, sweet boy,” you hum, pressing your lips against his forehead. 

Jungkook isn’t sure which of those two confessions you’re addressing.

(He hopes it’s both.)

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Episode 6: Killing Butterflies (Part 1)

(Disclaimer: I don't own any character, except for Albert, the host for this. Everyone and TD belong to their respective creators. There will be some mature scenes, but we can guarantee no NSFW here, as some of the campers are minors. If there is a (==)(==), it means that a confessional or a transition is being used. The confessionals will be in italic. If I portray a character improperly, please tell me! I have little knowledge about some of the campers, so please correct me if you can! Now, let the show begin!)

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Last time, the Angelic Axes ended up in the elimination and they ended up sending Velma and Demoman into the elimination challenge. Velma cheated by shooting Degroot (Demoman) and ended up losing.

This time, hope and despair grow in balance, but when one important person is gone, despair surrounds the air. Wait… are we killing someone?

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(Axes Boys Cabin)

“Demo! You’re back!” as Raihan noticed.

“Heheh! It was easy, until she shot me. Luckily, I was able to get payback, though I kinda regret it a little…”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, congratulations.” said Sergei.

“Ah! You're starting to talk now, lad?” as Degroot turned to Sergei.

“U-uh…”

“Oh.”

“Say, do you know the next challenge is, hombre?” asked Don.

“Nope”

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The Silent Swords get a note from an unknown person.

“It said…

-It’s time to spice things up. Two of you will be eliminated after this challenge. You guys will be scrambled only for this challenge, so some of you better bond with opposing teams-

“What the…”

*cue intro*

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*beep beep*

“Hey campers, please meet me at the campsite”

“Well, that’s… different…”

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“What’s up with Albert today? They aren’t being themself…”

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Everyone woke up and went to the campsite.

“So yeah, new challenge today-”

“Hey, Albert, is everything okay there, lad? You called someone when I left.” asked Degroot

“Oh yeah, just an old friend of mine.” they replied.

“Anyway, what’s the new challenge?”

“That… It takes place in virtual reality. I won’t be in it because I’ll be busy. So meet this… bear thing…”

“Huhuhuhu!”

“The hell?”

“That’s right~!” the bear said “I’ll be hosting this challenge!!”

“Who the f//ck are you?” said Irina

“Now missy! Don’t use that language with me~! My name is Monokuma!!”

“Wait a minute, as in the bear from… Danganronpa?!” said MacCoy.

“Yep~!”

“Oh no, nonononononono-”

“Are we going to kill each other?!” asLena

“Correct~!” he responded

Fear grew in the group, as they panicked and freaked out.

“Guys, listen, you’ll all be in virtual reality, so you all won’t die in real life.”

*beep beep*

“Uh, wait in 5 minutes? Ok ok.”

“Bad news, I gotta go soon.”

“So when will you come back?”

“After the challenge, sadly”

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“Oh boy, we’re screwed, ALL OF US ARE SCREWED!!!” as Jean raged

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“So come with me.”

Everyone goes to the library, but it actually has a secret in it. Albert pulls a book down and reveals a hidden room where they can access the game.

“Before we do this, the note said to scramble, right?”

“Yeah.”

The screen pans down and shows the batches.

Group 1

Sergei

Raihan

Irina

Jean

Asuka

Lena

Anna

Link

Thomas

Shermie

Group 2

Demoman

Millia

Celty

Cassandra

MacCoy

Don

Giulia

Gromit

Sebastian

Luigi

“Those are the people you’ll be with in the game, so no switching~!”

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“We got an assassin here…” said Giulia

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“Batch 1 will go first, got it? All in Batch 2 must watch everything that happens.”

“W-what?”

“You can’t leave, or you must automatically go to elimination.”

“Yikes…”

“Batch 1, come with me.”

The first 10 followed Albert and Monokuma to the room where they’ll play. Once ready, everyone is taken to a simulation of the game itself. After that, a screen pans down, revealing Monokuma.

“Huhuhuhu~! I hope you guys enjoy this game and good luck!”

Everyone was given an e-manual and they read the rules and regulations.

“It said…

Everyone is forbidden from leaving the simulation without a valid reason. Anyone who leaves will automatically get killed and will be in the elimination challenge.

If you've been killed, you can leave, but you are not allowed to reveal the killer to the rest, that’s unfair.

You are free to explore the school. 

You can basically do whatever you want, except escaping of course.

Once a murder happened, everyone must go to the class trial. No exceptions.

A body discovery announcement will play when 3 or more people find a corpse.

During the class trial, if the jury figures out the culprit, then they automatically go into elimination. The class must choose one who seemed unhelpful to go against the rest of the losers. The victim/s will receive immunity.

If the jury accuses incorrectly, the culprit will be immune and the victim/s and the accused will be in the elimination.

Please respect Monokuma.

There are secrets to find, so roam around to find them.

“Are you all ready?”

“Y-yep…”

“Have fun!!”

Everyone goes around to do whatever they want at the school.

“Monokuma, thank you very much for doing this,” said Albert.

“You’re very welcome, Al! Now go, do what you need to do.”

Albert leaves the library and gets on the helicopter, leaving Monokuma to monitor everyone else.

Thomas POV:

-Ugh… my head hurts a little.-

(It looks like we’re in a school setting here. Strange.)

“Hey, Thomas!”

-I see Lena, my teammate calling my name-

“Dude, you good?”

-Yeah, I’m good-

“Dang, this school’s huge, ain’t it?”

-Yeah… it's rather… unsettling..-

(Why did they make it huge?)

“Anyway, where do you want to check out first?”

-Hm… we can try the gym first.-

“Good idea.”

General POV:

The duo went to the gym, along with the rest of the group. Monokuma appears in the game to give the motive for them to kill each other.

“What do you have for us, bear?” asked Sergei

“Huhuhu! Glad you asked, cause I got a motive all of you!

-Motive?-

“Motive for all of you to kill each other, duh!”

“Then what is it?”

“I’ll give the successful killers an advantage in the next challenge! You all need to get a headstart right?”

“Yeah, but it seems too good to be true…”

“I’m serious about it!

“…”

“Anyway! You know it’s a killing game, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well good! That’s pretty much it. Now scram!!”

Thomas POV:

-Geez, he’s quite a tyrant for a little bear-

“Yeah, I can’t stand him”

-So, where to now?-

“I don’t know, but let’s hang out at the cafeteria. Bet they got snacks there.”

-Yeah, I haven’t ate for a while…-

(I wonder what is there?)

General POV:

The duo enter the cafeteria along with some others. They talked about how they can prepare themselves for other challenges in the near future with others. They eventually ate and went on their new day here in the simulation. 

Thomas POV:

“Psst, Thom, come here!”

-Jean? What’s up?-

“I got something to show you!”

-What?-

“Listen to Link!”

“H-hey…”

-Wait… you can talk the entire time!?-

“Yeah…”

-Why didn’t you say stuff from the start?-

“Yeah dude, why?”

“Well… I am uncomfortable talking because of my voice. It sounds weird to me…”

“Dude, you sound fine to us. There’s no need to be silent all the time. Plus, well… at least now we know what you really sound like.”

“Jean, look. I know you guys now know what I sound like, but please, don’t tell others about it.”

-Why not?-

“I just think that it would be embarrassing for me.”

-Oh.-

General POV:

The trio were chatting about various things before leaving each other.

*later*

Lena and Thomas looked at the garden in front of them along with Asuka, Shermie and Raihan but all of a sudden…

*BOOOM!!!*

“WHAT THE!?”

Everyone who had heard of the explosion ran to the source, but when they entered…

*cue the body discovery theme*

They find 2 bodies, a male and a female. 

“No… it can’t be…”

TO BE CONTINUED

Author’s notes: sorry again for the delay, I still have sucky motivation but this challenge will have possibly 4 to 5 parts due to the trial and the stuff needed. Either way, enjoy.

[titaniumblender]

Irrational rant ahead, you have been warned. I hope to delete this on June 9th and for the leaks to be completely wrong 🤡 Anyway don't come for me I know I'm a fucking spaz and BELIEVE ME I WISH I WASN'T. My shipper heart is just upset 😒😪

Y'all I'm really out here trying to be a mature young adult but SORRY I DON'T HAVE THE EMOTIONAL MATURITY TO DEAL WITH A JK ENDING RN. I was so happy with how it ended originally and now I'm up here 🤡🤡 because I defs did not want my girl Mikasa to end up with my boy Jean who I thought was going to fucking slide into Pieck's pants. AND I KNOW ITS IRRATIONAL AND I KNOW THEY'RE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS BUT IT UPSETS ME!!!!! For me this seems unnecessary, the ending was open to interpretation before and I think that way everyone could kind of be happy.

I see a lot of ppl being like well u know Mikasa should have moved on its what she deserved blah blah blah, you know what good for you lads for being mature young adults who want the best for my girl. BUT I AM NOT THAT PERSON AND I REALLY WISH SHE COULD HAVE JUST BEEN A HAPPY SINGLE BITCH, because to me her and Eren's love isn't something one just 'gets' over, its the kind of thing that transcends to the next life. There wasn't any need to add an additional love interest for her here, none at all. And to everyone else who feels this way but also feels kinda garb about it because its like yeah, maybe she should logically move on or whatever but its okay if you don't want that as well. Every time I consider this I think of Chrissy Teigen who I think in an interview somewhere that she said she would leave a note in her husband, John Legends pocket saying he was her killer if she ever died or something because she'd rather he go to prison than ever remarry. AND FUCKING MOOD ABOUT EREMIKA. I'm selfish like Eren and I don't want her to be with anyone else either!!

And don't even start me on why I hate this for Jean omg. I used to fucking HATE Jean but I grew to slowly like him more over time and now I vibe with him and his general douchiness, that's my ladies man right there. Him ending up with Mikasa kills me for a lot of reasons, most obviously because I think he settles for second best. In no world where Eren lives, does Mikasa end up with Jean and I think that's just disrespectful. I'm a little biased because I was waiting for some JeanPiku because I think their relationship would just be awesome, the glimpse I saw of suave thinks he's a ladies man Jean in SNK Junior High hooked me and I was hoping that would play out for him or I could at least head canon that. This takes that entire possibility away and I'm left to think about him pining after moping Mikasa because don't tell me my girl didn't undergo so major fucking depression after everything she went through. Not what I wanted for him. And next on my list of grievances is just the fact that we don't ever see any development between them or at least on Mikasa's part. Like obviously I strongly dislike the ship but I might have been more partial towards it if I had seen some more real development of it but there was really no opportunity for that. IDK the whole thing just feels disingenuous to me almost, I'd rather it be another farmer-kun than Jean.

UGH anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk, I'm going to go write revenge Eremika porn now and thats that. But if anyone is like me and kind of feels bad about feeling Mikasa should have ended up alone, don't ur totally valid, they're fictional characters and u can feel however u want to!!

[multibug]

i'm out of my head and i know that you're scared (because hearts get broken)

chapters: 19/? (chapter one is a prelude from my love square fluff series and is included) words: 51,441 relationships: adrien agreste/marinette dupain-cheng, alya cesaire/nino lahiffe   tags: Alternate Universe - No Kwamis, Chatting & Messaging, Long-Distance Friendship, Identity Reveal, Slow Burn, Influencers, Aged-Up Character(s), Human Kwamis, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Lila Shakes Things Up summary: ren from ren and stimpy: think its the opposite u furry lookin ass

right chat: Rena, nooo!!

ren from ren and stimpy: rena yes

or, Adrien is a streamer on top of his modeling job, with the help of his long-distance friends Ladybug, Carapace, and Rena Rouge. Shenanigans ensue, and the masks they’ve hidden behind for years begins to break.

“You’re telling me that some bitch—”

Nino sputters out a mildly horrified laugh. “Alya!”

A strand of hair is tucked behind her ear by said snapback-clad boy and she huffs loudly. “What, Nino? It’s not as if I’m wrong. As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, she stole my identity?!”

A strand of hair is tucked behind her ear by said snapback-clad boy and she huffs loudly. “What, Nino? It’s not as if I’m wrong. As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, she stole my identity?!”

“Yeah, we only realized she wasn’t you when the two of you returned from your trip and messaged us,” Adrien supplies helplessly, shifting to tuck a leg under him. 

Alya gives both him and Marinette the stink eye, though Adrien’s sure it’s just a test if he knows her well enough. “How could you ever think someone like that was me?” 

“To be fair, Als,” Marinette starts off, voice gentle as she scooches closer to Adrien to lean against his arm. “We didn’t really get to talk to her. I tried messaging her on Discord and on Twitch, but she kept claiming she was busy anytime I reached out. I figured you were just upset over the breakup originally and needed your space, you know? I didn’t want to push it.” 

The redhead’s harsh exterior fades, and they’re left with a sad one instead. “Yeah, it’s just bizarre that she’d even want my account? Is she that obsessed with sunshine over here?” 

“Hey! Don’t say that.” Adrien’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red, which has Marinette pinching them. He grabs her hands and huffs. “Hey to you too!” 

Marinette’s laughter is contagious. “Hey, what’s up?” 

Alya raises an eyebrow in Marinette’s direction and leans in to whisper into her ear. Whatever Alya says has Marinette’s cheeks burning a bright shade of pink that travels to her neck and parts of her shoulders. She quickly removes her hands from Adrien’s, yet stays tucked against his side.

Both of them blinking over in Adrien’s direction has him believing it had something to do with him. 

“Whatever the case may be,” Adrien begins, flicking his hair out of his eyes. He’s not thinking about those last few seconds. Nope. “We need to be smart about this, Ren—Alya. She has your account right now and has all of our subscribers like putty in her hands.” 

“Adrien’s right. If we go about this the wrong way, they might think we’re lying, and we do not want for that to happen,” Nino chimes in, resting a reassuring hand on Alya’s shoulder as she begins to close in on herself. 

“It’s weird seeing you be reasonable,” Marinette comments idly, her hair splaying out over Adrien’s arm and shoulder. 

Nino hums. “Only when it’s needed.” 

“That’s a good way to live.” 

“Yeah, I try.” Nino flips his non-existent long hair over his shoulder. 

“So what do we do?” Alya’s voice is soft, nowhere near as confident as the girl they know. 

Marinette sends her a reassuring smile. “Max is working on getting the account back as we speak. Going through the conventional means won’t work, but if anyone can do it, it’s Max.”

“He said he’d call once he has the account back, so instead of sitting around all day like plebs, I’ve planned us a little adventure.” Nino’s lips curve into a smirk that excites Adrien. “Get dressed, lads and ladettes. We’ve places to be, things to see!” 

“Do you have any idea what he’s got planned?” Marinette asks both Adrien and Alya as Nino disappears into the guest room to supposedly finish getting ready. 

A light breeze travels in through the screen door of the balcony. It’s chillier than it’s been the last few days, though not nearly as cold as Paris is during this time of year. Birds still flock regularly on Marinette’s balcony, a few residing today with the leftovers of what she’d given them earlier. 

Adrien loves it here. 

(Marinette definitely isn’t the main reason, no. He wouldn’t admit it to himself if he was paid to.) 

“No idea,” Alya replies with a shrug, a far-off look in her eye. “I’m going to go get dressed.” As soon as the look had appeared, it vanished, and she follows Nino to change. 

“We have to keep an eye on her,” Marinette whispers, a bit too close to constitute a reasonable amount of personal space, but Adrien isn’t complaining. “I don’t like seeing her like this.” 

His heart warms at how caring she is. “You’re too nice, Bug. She’ll be okay, but we’ll be there for her if she needs us, okay?” 

He hopes his reassurance is enough to quell her worries. 

It does seem to be enough, and a huge smile breaks out on her face. “Thanks, Adrien. You’re the best.” She leaves him with a quick, slightly wet kiss on the cheek and scurries out of the room with a giggle, much to Adrien’s amusement. 

He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, shaking his head fondly. If that’s how she wants to play, then so be it. 

Game on.

— — — 

PANINI: gamers im taking the ladies out today if you guys want to come, let me know and i’ll dm you the details

Banana head: NINO, YOU IDIOT. I’M NOT A LADY. Who changed my name? I will end you.

chlo: rmbr u rmbr right?

Banana head: Chlo, I swear to all that is holy. Don’t tell that story. 

chlo: how much?

RENegade: is sHE ASKING FOR SEX???

marimba: SEX???????? wheRE?????

chlo: GOD NO I’M A LESBIAN WHAT THE FUCK

Kagami: Lesbian, huh? ;) 

chlo: kagami stfu is2g

Kagami: ;)

chlo: ANYWAYS how much money, adri

Banana head: You want another Louis Vuitton bag, don’t you?

chlo: IT’S THE NEWEST OF THE SEASON AND THEY WON’T LET ME HAVE IT

Banana head: Sigh. I’ll see what I can do. 

chlo: thanks bitch! you’re the bomb bomb dot com bomb diggity someone take away my phone

Alix: hey, @Carapace, what time are you guys going out? rose, juleka and i are about to see a movie but if it’s after that, we can meet up

PANINI: we were gonna head out before the rain hit so in like five minutes

Juls: drat we can just hang out another time then :( have fun guys!!!!

marimba: YOU TOO JULES I LOVE YOU BITCH

Juls: I AIN’T EVER GON STOP LOVING YOU

Alix: BITCH

Banana head: Best meme. 10/10. 

luka: how can you say that when the chicken nuggets meme exists

marimba: I ONLY HAVE 69 CENTS!! GOOD MEME!!!!!! 

luka: see even marinette knows

marimba: haha it has 69 in it haha haha ha 

Banana head: You’re such a child!!!! 

marimba: COMING FROM THE MAN WITH THE NAME BANANA HEAD WHERE’S CHLOE I’LL GET HER THE LOUIS VUITTON BAG IF IT MEANS HER TELLING THE STORY

Banana head: I’M KIDDING. I’M KIDDING!!!!

marimba: that’s what i thought :) 

PANIN(o)I: y’all better be ready we leaving now let’s GO 

RENegade: I’M COMING BITCH CHILLLLL

marimba: wITHOUT ME????

Adrien’s been ready for a bit, but he doesn’t mind waiting. 

He decided on wearing a pair of black jeans instead of shorts, just in case it rains while they’re out, and a black sweater with a thick jean jacket. His hair is a dark brown shade, still lightening at a slow rate, though he doesn’t mind it much at this shade. 

He wouldn’t dye it again to match, but he’ll let it fade as he’s enjoying the brunet life.

Marinette’s bedroom door squeaks open and she appears through the door, dressed and ready to go. 

And wow. No one should look that good, and she pulls it off so easily. 

Her bangs frame her face like curtains, her hair just past shoulder length from being straightened. Her bright blue eyes blink amusedly at him, lips arching into a smile.

The only makeup he spots is on her lips, a lip gloss that makes her lips look super kissable. “Problem, Agreste?” 

Laughter bubbles out of his lips, and he averts his eyes. “None, Dupain-Cheng. Just admiring your beauty, is all.” Lying won’t help his cause, so he might as well be honest. 

She rolls her eyes, hard enough to hurt, yet her cheeks give her away. “Sure, whatever you say!” 

His eyes flash over her attire. While she’s not dressed up by any means, the outfit she chose suits her so well. 

Wait. Is she trying to kill him?

With the impending rain and whether they’ll end up caught in the crossfire, she’s chosen a black baggy sweater, denim jeans with large holes around the knees with fishnet stockings underneath, and black old-skool vans. 

And to top it off, she’s wearing his merch. His Chat Noir sweater that’s completely black, with white lettering in the center that says, “I’m the Chat’s meow”. He hadn’t noticed at first, been too preoccupied with, er, other things—her lips—and he’d lie if he said his face didn’t get slightly hot at seeing her in person in his merch. 

“I thought you only bought the sweatpants, Bug?” He asks offhandedly, eyes averting from her for a second time. 

(He has no idea the nickname brings another bout of red to her cheeks.)

“Shut up or I will take it off right now—” 

“Oh, please d—”

She’s in front of him in a second, her hand firmly covering his mouth with a menacing look in her eyes. “Adrien Agreste, if you continue with that sentence, I will murder you and I won’t tell anyone where I hid your body—”

Adrien bursts out laughing the best he can, and it sounds so bizarre with her hand muffling it. His own hand finds her wrist and wraps around it, gently prying it away from his face. “Bug, please, you’re going to kill me!”

“You’re not wrong about that,” she affirms with her eyes narrowed. She allows him to keep hold of her wrist.

“I was kidding,” he murmurs, eyes locking with hers as he brings her wrist to his lips and presses a light kiss to her skin. With how close she is, he can feel her breath hitch, so he sends her his best smile. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Marinette’s head tilts to the side, face softening. Her free hand finds his cheeks and she squeezes them gently. “You’ve never made me uncomfortable before, and you haven’t now. I was kidding as well.” 

His eyes brighten. “Oh, so that means you—”

“You’re absolutely hopeless!” Her forehead drops to his shoulder as she whines loudly. 

“There, there,” he says, hand wrapping around her to pat her back. “You’ll be okay, Bug, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” 

She’s warm, so warm against him that his jacket feels stifling, and he tugs her closer, enjoying—savoring this moment with her. He doesn’t have many days left in Nice, and he wants to cherish every second he can. 

There goes his heart again, pitter-pattering away, following hers like a lost puppy. 

If only she knew.

[billdenbrough]

your band au has left me insanE i can't take it i'm going INSANE please write more abt it Please I Beg You

jkfhsdjhkls ok i just woke up half an hour ago and have to leave for work in ten minutes so we’re going quick and raw, babey (eddie vc: that is a TERRIBLE song title, guys, what the fuck, half our fans are virgins who will think it’s meant to be sexy and not in fact you explaining your terrible sexual misadventures)

richie is a tambourimbo (thank you @dykeeddie for the concept/@benverlesbians for the iconic name/@chaoticbisexualalien for assigning richie tambourine)

@heylilyhilily said on the tags of one of char’s posts that he puts glitter in the tambourine and when he hits it on stage the crowd fucking loses it and? they’re right

but anyway there’s this whole antoni-type conspiracy theory from some fans in the fandom like, ‘can richie even play music?’

and it’s not for months, until a late night interview where eddie is fucking sleepy and just throws out offhand that richie’s, like, classically trained in three different instruments and has fucked around enough on all of them that when someone’s sick during rehearsal or song-writing sessions, richie can just take their place when needed

and it blows twitter’s fucking minds

one day for a charity event people pay money to make richie try an instrument to see if he can play it a la penelope and he pretends he can’t play the triangle but then when he manages to play the bagpipes everyone loses their fucking mind, yet again

an early theory was that bill and richie write all the songs bc they’re straight and need smth to do, and the whole band was quick to take instagrams of richie’s butt and be like, ‘he literally has a bi flag on the ass of his jeans’ and anyway that’s the first time they get a scathing review from a conservative magazine

(the first time they get suspended on instagram is when their band account flashes some Female Presenting Nipples (bev’s) on one of their album art options they’re showing on insta, and it makes all the others so mad that they spam their instagrams with pictures of their nipples or each others’ like “guess the nip! who’s who!” (richie adds the tag #suckmyteatinsta and it trends) until instagram gets so annoyed they suspend richie and mike too, which leads to a twitter uproar and instagram is shamed into giving them all back their accounts and someone tweets shark puppy like “let’s get shark puppy tattooed on our TITS LADS to say thank u for saying fuck the patriarchy!!” which like they appreciate but also leads to eddie giving a non-angry but impassioned thirty minute monologue in an interview on conan the next night about what organisations are having real informative impact against misogyny and facts abt the patriarchy bc yeah they hate the patriarchy but also these organisations are dedicated to that and deserve your support & half the fanbase falls in love with him)

[ghostnebula]

autumnal asks 🌙

I was tagged by @blueeyedrichie! Thank you ily <3

1. what is your favorite autumn scent? apple-cinnamon, caramel, the smell of hot chocolate, that sharp kinda grey cold smell that starts to settle in over everything at some point, cold rain, dead leaves. all of them?

2. would you rather go through a corn maze or go pumpkin picking? joke’s on you i can do BOTH those things because every pumpkin patch around here also has a corn maze! 

3. what is your favorite halloween candy? cruel. how can you make me choose? i really like reese’s peanut butter cups but i also really like the fuzzy peaches in the lil fun-size pack and also rockets? also coffee crisp oh my god. fun-size coffee crisp is where it’s at.

4. favorite autumn holiday? halloween, duh

5. rainy, foggy autumn days or cold, sunny autumn days? cold & sunny

6. favorite horror movie to watch on halloween? not really. whatever’s on TV i guess. if halloweentown is on that’s gonna be the top pick, but that isn’t even horror lol

7. do you like raking leaves? only if i can jump in the pile after

8. do you have any special autumn traditions? every year i make my two (2) friends get together at one of our houses and we make those pillsbury halloween cookies that kill you if you eat too many, and we eat too many, drink hot beverages of our choice, and marathon over the garden wall and then watch whatever horror movies we feel like watching for the rest of the night.

9. do you like carving pumpkins? yes i unironically love the horrible cold feeling of pumpkin guts between my fingers and i truly enjoy tormenting all of the weak bitches in my family/friend group with handfuls of pumpkin goo

10. combat boots or cardigans? cardigans bby

11. yellows, reds and browns or purples, blacks and oranges? purples, blacks, and oranges. it’s gaudy and ugly or gtfo

12. favorite autumn drink? it’s a tie between apple cider and my special tim horton’s order of a white hot chocolate with an apple cinnamon tea bag (literally amazing, please try it next time you’re at timmies)

13. do you like pumpkin spice flavored things? not particularly. i’ll eat/drink it but i’m not a huge fan of pumpkin as a flavour.

14. favorite type of pie? apple, 100%

15. do you have any special halloween traditions? what are they?  yeah! i volunteer for a girls’ youth group which shall not be named but exists pretty much all over the world anyway (think cookie-selling children in uniforms). and every year our pack dresses up during the meeting before halloween and we go “trick-or-treating” at the local nursing home! i go in early to deliver bowls of candy to the residents and then once the girls show up we give them bags and take them around the building to collect candy. sadly we can’t do that this year :(

16. halloween parties or giving out candy to trick or treaters? giving out candy :’) that’s honestly my fave. i love seeing all the cute/cool costumes and seeing how excited the kids are and slipping extra candy into the bags for the tired parents who have been dragged all over the neighbourhood for this shit.

17. hayrides or campfires? campfires all the way. no force on this earth will stop me from singing camp songs at any fire i’m present for. i hope you motherfuckers are ready for the moose song.

18. describe your ideal autumn day? it was yesterday! apple picking with my sister + our friends & their kids, taking all the kids on a hayride, getting cups of hot cider, hanging out in the sun, tasting all the different kinds of apples, checking out the pumpkin patches, taking the kids on the rides and to the playground, buying candy for everyone. we all went out for dinner at one of the most popular locally owned “restaurants” in the area and it was just. really nice :’)))

19. coffee or hot chocolate? mmmm depends on the time of day. coffee is my fave but i will not drink it past 4 p.m. made that mistake too many times.

20. alcoholic or non alcoholic apple cider? non-alcoholic

21. what is your go to autumn outfit(s)? my comfiest jeans and literally any of my sweaters/hoodies. i’m not even picky. i just love the jeans & hoodie combo.

22. do you wear scarves? eh only in the winter tbh to protect my face from frostbite. 

23. describe your dream autumn date? apple picking/pumpkin picking and then either going home to make goodies with the apples or taking the pumpkins home to carve while we watch bad horror movies.

24. scary stories around a camp fire or getting lost in a corn maze with someone? scary stories around the campfire but make them all incredibly dumb because nothing is better than a scary story that ends funny.

25. black cats or bats? uhhh both

26. do you decorate for autumn? don’t really have time tbh. i try but i don’t always get a chance.

27. vampires or witches? this question needs more context. to fuck? vampires. to be? witches. which one is cooler? both, you fools.

28. do you collect crystals? no, but most of my friends do

29. do you like cold weather? to a degree. i can’t really stand the heat, but i’m also chronically anemic so the cold doesn’t quite do it for me either. already, my feet haven’t been warm in almost 3 days. send help. cold weather is only okay if your house is properly insulated.

30. what was your favorite autumn activity as a kid? uh def trick-or-treating and pumpkin carving (and watching halloweentown on the family channel)

My tags:

@stunt-lads @ull-float-too @fuji09 @letskillthisbitchassclown @princessdaddy @edtozier89 

Sorry if u already did this

[bonelesswords]

a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter one: Hi, June.

-synopsis -chapter two

Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Note: This is the first chapter!! It's kinda short but only for now. btw all this introduction is for you to understand the story 😁 tell me what you think hehe. 

  The summer in which everyone forgot my name, was over, the only ones who seemed to remember it were my brother and my grandmother, who called almost every day while I was on vacation to ask how I was. It was my grandma's idea to send me to the other side of the world, thinking that New York could heal a broken heart. I had said that no, that it didn't work like that, that she could send me to Japan, to a desert island, but the only thing I needed to stop thinking about my heart and how broken it was, was time. But she insisted, because she has been stubborn her whole life and she wasn't going to stop now; she sent me to New York, to the house of a friend that she had met in i-don't-know-where, don't-know-when. Who had presented me to his grandson because my grandma had told her in detail how the last person I had fallen in love with, had broken my heart.

I went and I came back, my heart didn't hurt like when I got on the plane, but it still hurt, and the pain scares me.

I would like to say that yes, that grandma was right, and that my heart actually healed after that trip. That I wasn't going to have to deal with insecurities again. I would like to move on with my life as if a man didn't rip a piece of my soul; but it isn't like that.

It still scares me, even if William left to never return, to never see my face again.

I'm afraid of waking up and see his face among the white sheets, laying on my pillow. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to move or speak, but I can see him sitting at the end of my bed, looking at me sideways and whispering that I must not forget him. Until after a few minutes, when I manage to move again, he disappears as if he had never been there.

Forgetting everything that happened is not as easy as throwing away a box with all the memories, it's like burning the box and that it appears every time on your doorstep .

William left and he's not going to come back. I'm sure that there's not a single drop of love for him in my body, but he left me a thousand of insecurities and he took my pride with him. He left me every bad memory, and how they torment during the night, reminding me how he played with me.

So I asked Rory, my brother, and grandma, for time. They didn't understand anything that night that I arrived home crying, they still don't understand everything fully, but they took care of me, and they were there with me every time I couldn't hold the tears anymore. I need time to assimilate things better: I had met William, a man older than me. I liked him and he lied to me saying he liked me too. When his lie went too far he got scared and left. He made sure not to see me anymore not even on the streets. He hurt me way more times that I had said out loud, in places that I still don't know how to describe.

I don't feel sad because he left, I feel sad for what he made with me after that.

But summer ended and autumn began in the city where I was born. In any moment I would get back to the university and perhaps I would make a friend.

It's already dark when I return home, the floor is wet from the rain that fell in the afternoon. The street lights up with orange lights and my nose is red from the cold. The only thing that I hear are the footsteps of my boots against the pavement and distant voices that come from inside of the houses. It's Friday and I feel it on the tip of my nose, when the air brings the smell of the dinner of the last house on the block; mine.

I know that Rory is inside with grandma, since I came back from New York he doesn't do anything else but staying at the house that I share with grandma for dinner, I also know that he feels slightly guilty for getting away from me lately. During our whole lives, ever since mom decided to leave us in charge of grandma, we had always hold on to each other, because we were the only thing we had left. And suddenly, after a long time, he didn't call like he used to anymore, he stopped visiting us like before. He is trying to get things back to the way they were.

When I step on the house, the warmth of the place embraces me, inviting me to take off my coat and my red sweater. From the living room I can hear the drawers opening and closing, the plates crashing and the voice of my grandma. I went inside to the kitchen, where Rory is sitting on a stool, his mouth is full of crumbs and a piece of bread is caught between his teeth. He looks as pale as ever, with messy black hair. Dressed in black from head to toe, he wears the same combat boots as me. Grandma looks at me and smiles in the only way she does when she sees one of her grandchildren.

The three of us sat at the dining table, talking about the day, work  and trivial things.

"The lady who lives two blocks from here stayed twenty minutes talking to me this afternoon." I comment "She told me all the gossip. I don't know why she told them to me, if it is because she has no friend or something, I mean, if she has no friends, how does she know everything?"

"Maybe because she does have friends, but she thinks you don't" Rory replies, shrugging his shoulders. I look at him with narrowed eyes as he takes the fork with food to his mouth. He caught me off guard.

"That's a lie, all my friends are on vacation, they don't come back until the university starts," I explain, for the thousandth time this summer. My friends at the university are not even friends, maybe I have the number of someone because from time to time I ask for the homework, we get along, but nothing else. I wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"Anyway" interrumped grandma "Rory has already told me that he's not staying to drink tea after dinner because he has plans with friends, I guess that we are you and me again, June. You and me and maybe a movie on netflix."

The two of them are mocking me, and suddenly, it makes sense. Both are pushing me to come out tonight. It's true that I don't   have any friends, and the old women that I talk to everyday while I work on the bakery aren't exactly the best company. They know that since William, I'm completely alone except for them.

"Well, I understand, I bother when I stay all day in this house. Maybe I want to stay here with grandma, watching movies until she falls asleep at ten. Unless that you, Rory, have other plans for me"

"It's the birthday of one of my friends, we are going to the pub, you come with me, you meet my friends and maybe you get along with them. I'll take you only if you don't talk about what the old lady told you today and if you drink at least two beers" He tells me and I share glances with grandma, as if I had fifteen and had to ask for permission to go out a friday night.

"I'm twenty one for something, right? To drink at least two beers with my brother. I'll go, but with two conditions" He nods with a smile, while grandma listens to the conversation with amusement."First, there must be at least one girl besides me. Second, if it's necessary, I can talk about politics"

"Don't worry June, that's the two things that i love. Girls and politics"

-

I haven't gone out at night in a long time and the only thing I do while sitting in the passenger seat in my brother's car is thinking if I had dressed well. What a silly thing, I think. I'm wearing light blue jeans and a dark black polo shirt under a yellow sweater. I realize how badly I combine the colors when I look at the yellow converse that I'm wearing

"So... are you friends.. friendly?" I ask and he laughs.

"That's a dumb question"

"And whose birthday is it?"

"Jack's" He says "You dont know him, I met him at the bar a while ago, Alex is the bar owner, along with his brother, his brother is more owner than him, but they both manage it. I'm not very close to Luke, Alex's brother, but he's nice. Jack is twenty four today."

"And what are you going to give him?" he points to the glove box, which is in front of my knees, I open it and I see a fat envelope, I take it out. "What is it?"

"A special edition of his favorite Batman movie, he's going to lose his shit, I'm sure"

I laugh and leave the bag in my lap and I stay silent, the only thing we hear in the car is the radio. It is the only station that doesn't put me in a bad mood and I only listen to it when I'm in Rory's car.

Rory parked on the street in front of the place, which had wooden chairs and tables outside and a row of lights under the roof that covered them. There were a few people outside and a lot inside. I looked at the ceiling of the place, in bright letters it said DUST.

My brother opened the door making sound a bell over our heads, almost inaudible due to the voices of all the people inside the bar. It was hot inside, putting our cheeks red immediately, the same tables that were outside were located all over the place and in the back were four U-shaped couchs with round tables in the middle. The lights of the place were all orange, making the atmosphere warmer than it already was. My brother took my hand and guided me to the back, in the other he had his friend's birthday present.

They all shouted things that I didn't understand when they saw my brother. I was behind him.

"Happy birthday, lad" he said to the guy who was at the end of the couch, a brown haired guy with a lot of tattoos on the arms, hands and some of them in his neck. He smiled at Rory and thanked him. "This is for you" my brother said and gave him his gift.

"What is it?" he asked, examining the paper bag."

"Open it, you idiot" said a redhead girl who was next to him, and for a second, everyone was silent. I felt like a statue in that moment.

Jack broke the paper and when he saw what was inside, his face lighted up and he looked at Rory with bright eyes. "No way, man"

"Nothing can top my gift now" Jack got up to hug him and thanked him again, putting him in a backpack he had on the floor. Rory turned to see me and I raised his eyebrows, indicating that he had forgotten about me for a second.

"Oh, right guys, this is June, my little sister. I brought her today because if she spends another friday night at home she is going to become an old lady. I hope that's not a problem" I looked at them, waving my hand. They smiled.

"That's not a problem" Jack announced "Any sister of Rory is sister of mine" He said and smiled at me, I smiled back. Then Rory brought two chairs to the table and we joined the round.

Everyone started talking animatedly; the round was made up of two guys and three girls. Jack, at the end of the couch, Julia the redhead who called him idiot before was next to him. On her right side was, who had introduced herself, Evangeline, a very pretty brown-eyed brunette, I had stared at her for a few seconds when she told me her name because of how beautiful she was. It seemed like she had just returned from the beach, but it was autumn and the shine of her skin was natural. I wish I could look like that without trying, she didn't seem like she was trying. Beside her, it was Travis, a skinny gray-eyed boy, as pale as paper, who was talking a lot and followed all of Jack's jokes, even though he was almost at the other end of the couch. Next to Travis, was Helena, a platinum blonde with red lips, who hadn't stopped talking with Rory since we arrived. And Rory hadn't stopped talking with her neither. I know when my brother likes someone, he behaves just like high school but I didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to make any jokes about it

Suddenly, a chair is dragged right next to me, in the middle of me and Jack, who was asking me about university with Julia. A man drops into the wooden chair and starts talking.

"I told Matthew that anything that this table orders it's on me. That's my birthday gift." He said with a strange accent to Jack, he turned to me and his blue eyes clashed with mine. Jack thanked him, and I didn't know what to say. Mainly because he had a black eye and several cuts around his face, like on the eyebrow and on his lower lip. I tried to hide my surprise, but he had already noticed. He stared at me, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't.

"Hi Alex" Rory speaks, making his eyes go towards my brother "This is June, my sister, I'm taking her out for a walk"

"Hi Ronald, we are going to take care of her here" He joked and then, looked at me again. "Hi, June, I'm Alex" He gives me a wide smile, almost amused. I instantly realized that despite his bruised face, he was handsome. But like all the boys sitted at the table, like Travis or Jack, but he was handsome anyway, and he has beautiful eyes. He doens't look like the kind of guy I see at university parties surrounded by lots of people, but he looks like the kind of guy the girls turn to see in the hallway.

"Hi Alex" I said, trying to smile at him.

"How old are you, June?" Alex asks.

"Twenty one" He nods, ready to make another question,  His brown hair seems freshly cut and his skin looks slightly tanned, which makes his eyes look bluer than they surely are.

"So why aren't you drinking anything, June?" It catches my attention how he repeats my name several times, as if he were getting used to the sound in his tongue.

I shrug without saying anything. He smiles sideways at me while shaking his head, then stretches his arm behind my back to reach Rory's head, hitting him with the palm of his hand.

"Go get your sister a fucking beer" Rory growled and looked at him annoyed when Alex interrupted their conversation.

"Language." Julia scolds and Alex rolls his eyes amused.

"She can go by herself" Rory replied, I did not say anything.

"Don't be an idiot" he scolded him again and my brother got up from the chair, sighing and going towards the bar.

"I can get my own beer" I said to Alex, he looked at me raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you look like someone who can get their own beer, June" he says with the same smile on his face "But Matthew, the barman, doesn't know you and he won't believe you if you say you are with Jack"

"I don't look like someone who would be with Jack?" I say trying to sound offended. Of course I didn't look like someone who was friends with Jack, I looked like someone who stayed to watch a movie on Netflix with grandma on a friday night.

"You look like someone who would be with me" He says and winks at me. Automatically starts a conversation with Jack, and Julia talks about the university again. I'm sure i'm  as red as a tomato.

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[abramowitzm]

axel auriant, cis-male, he/him. → look out, there’s NIELS O'HERRING. you know, the 22 year old BROTHER of GAMMA PHI EPSILON. you know, i overheard someone say that they were FLIPPANT, FOUL-MOUTHED, WAGGISH and QUICK-WITTED. but that’s just rumours. TURTLENECKS WITH T-SHIRTS, MEANINGLESS TATTOOS, MASKING YOUR EMOTIONS WITH AGGRESSIVE SARCASM come to mind when i think of them. what about you?

“tell me something. did you really put her liver in the mailbox? because i heard they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas.”

he’s, like, one-third scandinavian, but born in belfast. raised in the uk, his family moved from ireland to essex when he was six.

his mom’s a huge business lady, dad was an interior designer. his parents divorced when he was thirteen, and two years later he lost his dad in a house fire.

and everything kinda just went downhill from there? niels’ life became a series of unfortunate events, changes that he could do nothing to prevent and this constant feeling of emptiness. niels was a huge daddy’s boy. they bonded a bunch, shared love for film. the loss of his favorite relative was devastating, and living with his mom and her new lover only made things worse.

a year later, when niels is sixteen, his mother marries the new dude and they decide to fuck off to america. of course, homeboy is dragged along, very much against his own will.

they start an illusion of a big, happy family. his mom, this rich prick thomas, his two shit children and then niels. they buy a gigantic house somewhere in seattle and.. that’s just their life from now on.

the two years of high school suck ass and that’s the truth. in between eating lunch in the bathroom stall and attending way-too-wild-for-his-liking parties, niels also finds himself thinking there really, really must be something up with him. now while all of his lads are getting laid somewhere, he gets high on the living room couch, hoping maybe that will help him find all these girls at least slightly… arousing?

has had like two girlfriends, but it was all very forced and way more friendly than romantic. for a while he kinda just assumed he was either asexual or fucked up, but then he developed a lil crush on one of his mates and that was like ??? red flags ??? hello , what !?

had a hard time accepting his sexuality bc.. being gay wasn’t really an option in his household?

was teased by his step siblings and didn’t get along with his step-dad, at all. the mood around the dinner table was always tense. at some point, he stopped coming home until v late, when everyone was asleep.

graduated high school and moved right the fuck out. applied for college in fuckin’ arizona bc he rly jst wanted to get away??  majors in film!! 

became a full on sardonic asshole at the age of 20. that’s when boy decided that nothing rly matters and he can just do things… his way??

personality:

he’s a bitter lil dude, however doesn’t take himself too seriously. sarcastic, blunt, always got this real displeased look on his face? looks like he’s ready for death, but that’s just his resting face, tbh. tad pretentious, but that’s legit all of my muses ever, doesn’t trust easily, bit of an outsider but way more outspoken than he appears.

constantly high. catch him 420 blazing it all round the town, buddies!

got a stupid sense of humor, lots of dumb jokes that don’t rly make sense and sentences that are basically just random words thrown together?? ridiculous, but at least he’s aware of it.

doesn’t like to take stuff seriously and covers up all emotions with uncalled for sarcasm and one-liners that feel absolutely off the bat.

sometimes feels sad but it’s ok cuz he got pills for that. has been on anti-depressants since he was seventeen. sometimes he takes a bit extra and gets bit.. weirder??

majority of the things he does, he does out of spite. likes to think that in the end?? nothing really matters.

love and romance?? never heard of him. basically, has a hard time processing feelings, would rather chop off his fingers than admit to someone that he loves them.

doesn’t stop him from occasional hook-ups, but he really likes to think of those as meaningless.

additional info no one asked for but you’re getting it anyway cause i got high and now i’m fucking babbling. enjoy:

huge horror movie nerd!! he grew up watching friday the 13th and halloween and now he has a bunch of little stick and poke horror movie tattoos. did some of them himself bc guess what? turns out boi can also kinda sorta draw a bit. got a bunch of stupid, drunk tattoos as well lol.

his basic outfit consists of some striped turtleneck and an oversized t-shirt with some mom jeans, mismatched socks and these shoes, i’ve decided.

some of his fav bands are the killers, gorillaz and the ramones.

used to deal drugs for the lols but then got kinda bored of it? still, he knows where to get shit so if u need anything … hit him up. he knows ppl.

i imagine he’s pals with a lot of band kids and lowkey.. would love to be in a band himself but? he can’t play any instruments and singing is a huge no-go. instead he just shoots music videos for the lads!

likes to paint his nails sometimes. usually it’s just two on each hand or smth tho.

looks like the kinda guy who’d think of himself as hella edgy but ?? he rly doesn’t. like, at all.

insomniac.

got this weird british/irish/american accent bc living in different places and talking to bunch of different ppl has messed him up a bit ok.

wcs: pls gimmie some pals, maybe a trouble squad that’s got this kinda like skins/derry girls vibe?? lolol some ex flings, current flings, ppl he gets stoned with, ppl he gets drunk with, ppl he can have a laugh with on the roof at 3 am when neither of them can sleep, film buddies, something angsty, something sad, pls i’m here for it all!

[aaaaagaronia]

T E L L M E A B O U T T H E N E W O C S

ok sO 

i was going to answer this with my new dinosaur sitcom oc bUT i ended up making a new story so instead!!

imma share that instead

aNYWAYS

the story goes is theres this child and like they dont know what theyre doing or like where they are rjfgvkhfdjvfd and like they find their way to like this farm house that's home to a shit ton of big ol lizards :) 

so now its 7 lizards and a child in a farm house

and sometimes currently unexplained situations come up and the kid ends up caught up in whatever it is and their 7 chaotic lizard parents have to go and get them fjkgbvhfdjbgvfd

and now for the characters! :3

Cesarine (Cesa): leachie gecko, nonverbal, communicates through sign language mostly, grows strawberries, actually owns the farmhouse, likes to give hugs, makes patches for jackets in free time, c h o n k y, a tall lad, can and will pick everyone up 

Isaias: marine iguana, very long, lowkey has a resting :^) face, very chill though, legally cannot shoveltime anyone, likes a nice rock to lay on, every time he comes home he tracks sand inside 

Iago: blue anole, medium, very!! energetic!!, has braincells but is very impulsive, always hungry but never has any food on them, lanky, appreciates horrible jokes

Cam: borneo earless monitor, medium but on the shorter side, tail is dummy long, has the :3 face almost all the time, has the baybee gene, a nerd, really likes to crunch oranges, can be found trying to fit in the washing machine for reasons unknown

Akuchi: uromastyx, smol but feral and stupit, spends most of her time outside trying to track birds just to see where they go, unironically apologizes to trees when she bumps into them, almost burnt the farmhouse down trying to make toast

Sari: blue monitor, lanky, the most functional adult of the bunch, likes to sit on the roof of the farmhouse a lot, falls asleep up there too sometimes, can and will eat nothing but chips if given the chance

Xavier (Xavi): thorny devil, tiny, looks scary but is actually just a babie, doesn't like to get wet, very organized, always has snacks on them in case anyone needs food, picks up worms to put them back in the grass

Deirdre: a 12 year old, the only human actually named in this story jkgfvbfd, a rascal, likes big jean jackets and long socks, likes snacks, sells custom lanyards to make money, used to steal small amounts of crops because they didn’t have a stable source of food but now they dont do that because they have 7 lizard parents making sure theyre fed properly

[judesstfrancis]

Rules– answer questions and then tag people who you want to get to know better

tagged by @gingerwerk (thanks bud!!! 💛)

(most of the q’s and who I’m tagging will be under the cut to save space! bc I talk too much lmao)

Nickname(s): well gabby is a nickname for gabriella but my brother calls me shabby and maya used to call me brad and bon jovi in high school lmao

Zodiac sign: scorpio! (and sagittarius rising/leo moon but we just say scorpio bc it’s what I feel most in my heart)

Height: 5′7’ 

Last movie I saw: god I think the last movie I sat down and Watched was dear sidewalk?? how unfortunate for me

Last thing I googled: the conversion from nanocoulombs to coulombs (my professor is a bastard who just expects us to Know so he never gave us converting factors)

Favourite musician: not to be an overly predictable gay but it’s hozier

Song stuck in my head: before he cheats by carrie underwood

Other blogs: bold of u to assume I have the mental capacity to run more than one blog at a time

Following: 142

Followers: 2,092

Do I get asks: like maybe twice a month LMAO it depends on if I’m actively Doing Anything, really u know

Amount of sleep: usually right around 8, sometimes 9 hours a night

Lucky numbers: 57! I generally take that to mean that 5 and 7 by themselves are also lucky numbers

What I’m wearing: ripped jeans, a ua hockey tee, and my old choir trip hoodie

Dream trip:  robin @a-company-of-heroes and I have been planning what we call the “easy company world tour” since like...…..2014 tbh we're gonna hit up all the most notable sites

Favourite food: okay my mom makes this thing called italian pie and it’s basically like lasagna filling without the noodles and with a crescent roll crust and Lots Of Cheese on top it’s so good guys

Instruments played: I used to play violin and clarinet and I’m pretty okay at guitar rn I don’t keep up with it as much as I’d like but if I have enough time on my hands I can eventually teach myself how to play a song on guitar

Languages: english and spanish mostly (although I’m better at understanding/writing spanish than I am speaking it at this point bc I don’t have a lot of room to just Use it anymore beyond when I’m texting robin to talk shit about someone and I don’t want them to read over my shoulder) but I also know a little bit of both russian and german! my russian is like 3 year old level rn and I’m getting pretty rusty in german now bc I’m getting out of practice, but I could like...….read a cookbook still and that’s my metric for most things

Random fact: like five years ago I broke one of my toes and tried to set it myself but I didn’t do it quite right so now it’s not really attached to the rest of my foot like it should be anymore and I can bend it fully in all directions. also when I got my wisdom teeth taken out they kinda screwed up and now for some reason I have a sinus pocket in my jaw where there shouldn’t be one!

Aesthetic: oversized shirts and short shorts, bright colors, reading outside in the summer sun, glittering jewelry adorning the hands and wrists, and dancing around the kitchen to music pumped loud on bluetooth speakers while you prepare a meal

cool cool thanks for sticking with me lads!! I know I never shut up but like....kudos if you made it anyways here’s who I’m tagging: @thatharpist, @nataliarommanova, @sutoribenda, and anyone else who wants to answer these questions!

[rockinthebeastmode]

Sleep II

A/N: Here’s part two! I’m not sure how much longer this will be but we’re moving right along. Hope you enjoy!

You can find Sleep I here.

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Sleep II

Finn snapped awake, his hand going to his wrist and rubbing the skin. He shook his head, blinking rapidly and trying to regain his breath.

He could barely differentiate nightmares from memories lately. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take--he couldn’t sleep, he could barely eat. Why wouldn’t she leave him alone?

“Get out of my head,” he moaned lowly, both hands running over his face. He looked at the clock and sighed. Just under three hours.

He got up and shuffled across the room to the armoire, yawning into his fist. He opened the doors and his mouth twisted as he looked over his sparse wardrobe. He tried to keep his eyes off the far end where his leather jacket hung but they strayed over and he pulled it out, examining it with a grimace.

The sleeves were in bad shape, patches of them singed. The collar was almost ripped at the seams and the back was covered in deep scratch marks. It had barely made it out.

He had barely made it out.

Finn hung it back up and pulled out a long sleeve henley and jeans. He changed quickly, wincing as the clothes brushed over the burns on his arms and legs. Once he was ready, he leaned out of his door, looking both ways down the hall before leaving. He set off towards the side door leading to the pond and shot a smile at the nurse sitting at a desk near it.

“Mind if I go for a smoke, love?” He breezed past the desk, grabbing for the door and the nurse stepped out into his path.

“Y’know you’re not supposed to go out without supervision,” she asserted, raising a brow at him. He huffed a laugh and looked to the side. In his periphery, he caught her nametag and he turned back to her with a crooked grin.

“C’mon, Julie,” he said smoothly, leaning closer and meeting her eyes, “Don’t deprive a man of his only vice.” He repressed a smirk when her eyes softened and she bit her lip.

“You get five minutes, Nelson,” she proposed, “I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“Cheers, sweetheart.” He chucked her under the chin and winked, sliding past her through the door.

Once outside, he went to the wall and looked around the corner, immediately seeing Chop and Archie standing by their bikes. He caught Archie’s eye and waved them over, checking behind him as they walked.

“How’s it, lads? I’ve got five minutes,” Finn said swiftly, holding out a hand. Chop gave him a look and handed him a rollie and lit his own. Archie crossed his arms with a frown and Finn raised a brow at him.

“What’s up, Arch?”

“How long are you gonna be here?” he directed, rolling his eyes when Finn snapped at Chop for his lighter and ignored him, “Why’d they lock you up anyway?”

Finn took the lighter to the rollie, his hand shaking as he opened it and lit the end. His eyes locked on the flame as he pulled it away and he forced his thumb to extinguish it. He held it in his fist, sucking on the cigarette deeply.

“I dunno, mate. I’m stuck ‘til they get what they want from me,” he answered, smoke streaming from his lips. Archie’s brow furrowed.

“Well, what do they want?”

“If I knew, I wouldn’t still be here, would I?” Finn quipped, Archie cuffing him around the shoulder, “Just tell me how it’s going for fuck’s sake.”

“Your house is still standing if you cared to know,” he snapped, Finn scowling at him.

“And Stacey asked after you,” Chop added, shrugging a bit. Finn smirked around his cigarette.

“Brilliant news, guys,” he sighed, exhaling roughly. Archie stepped closer to him, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“Be honest, Finn. You didn’t start it, right?” he asked, almost hesitating. Finn took a final drag and tossed the smoke before running a hand through his hair.

“Did you do what I asked?” he diverted, raising his brows. Archie nodded, his mouth twisting in annoyance.

“I dropped the flowers at her stone yesterday,” he said, “Answer me, mate.”

Finn avoided his eyes and looked behind him, catching Julie about to open the door.

“I’ve gotta go. Laters.”

He waved them off and jogged back to the building, shoving Chop’s lighter in his pocket.

***

“Let’s talk about your childhood.”

“Wow,” Finn mumbled, still settling in his chair, “You don’t waste time, do ya?”

Kester smiled mildly and shrugged.

“Where should I start?” Finn scoffed, raising his hands. Kester looked to the side, pursing his lips for a moment.

“You’ve said your father wasn’t around, and your mother…” he trailed off, Finn’s jaw clenching, “Did you have anyone else you were close to, other family or friends?” Finn licked his lips and nodded.

“I’ve got my best mates, Archie and Chop...we grew up together,” he said, keeping his eyes low, “My nan was there a lot but she stopped coming ‘round when I was younger. She got sick a few years back and snuffed it six months ago,” he finished monotonously.

“Was anything going on around the time she stopped?”

“I dunno…” he murmured, his brow wrinkling, “I remember hearing her and mum argue a lot,” he rolled his eyes, “I reckon the bitch warned her off or something.”

“What makes you say that?” Finn gave a hard laugh.

“Mother knew best,” he replied, a bitter smirk forming, “She had a hand in everything.”

“Most of your childhood was spent with her then,” Kester confirmed, steepling his fingers. Finn nodded, a bit warily.

“I’m not talking about her.”

“I’m not asking you to, Finn.”

“What are you asking me?” he demanded, leaning forward in his chair, “Why should I tell you anything? I haven’t done anything to be here.”

“You know exactly why you’re here,” he said, his voice remaining level.

“Right--I’m here because they want a confession,” he argued, going to his feet and to the window, “By any means necessary.”

“They just want to know what happened.”

“Oh, but they know what happened, Doc,” Finn sneered, starting to pace the side of the room, “They know that the Nelson’s aren’t doing so well. They know Dad’s clueless and not around. They know Mummy dearest’s a bit mental and hard hitting. They know the kid’s a firestarter.” Finn stopped and faced Kester, his eyes wide and blazing.

“They know I hated that cunt,” he hissed, his teeth gritted, “But they can’t prove I offed her...and I’m done talking.”

***

Finn shoved his hands in his pockets, biting his lip when his arm brushed Rae’s.

“Y’know what I miss about home?” Rae mused, looking up at the clouds as they walked.

“Not a damn thing?” Finn retorted, smiling when she laughed and bumped his arm with hers.

“I miss my mum’s cooking,” she said, shaking her head, “Most of it wasn’t even good but...it’s better than what they give us here.” Finn’s brow lowered, a flash of the stove burner appearing across his mind. He lightly coughed and bit his cheek.

“I’d murder for hot pot right now,” she moaned, kicking at the gravel path. Finn chuckled and she turned to him, “What about you?”

“Sorry?”

“What do you miss most from home?”

Finn’s eyes widened and his lips flattened. He wasn’t sure he missed anything from home. He wasn’t sure he even considered it to be ‘home’.

“I dunno...I can’t think of anything,” he answered, running a hand through his hair. His other fisted around the lighter in his pocket.

“There’s nothing?” she asked, frowning a little. At Finn’s silence, she continued, “What about your records? Your bed? Your favorite porno?”

He barked a laugh, Rae scrunching her nose at him with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah, all that,” he chuckled, shaking his head at her, “I guess….s’pose I miss the garage.” He half shrugged at Rae’s raised brow, “It was completely packed with rubbish from my dad’s childhood, my Granddad’s old shit...it was a good hiding spot.”

“Hiding spot?” she echoed, biting her lip. He stayed quiet, his face lifting to the clouds.

“What d’ya reckon that one looks like?” Rae followed his gaze and hummed.

“That one looks like Danny’s hat,” she said, Finn nodding thoughtfully, “Doesn’t that one look like Kester? With his ears?”

Finn laughed and tried following her eyes but couldn’t see it. She leaned into him, linking their arms before pointing to the right. He shakily inhaled and nodded, a fluttering starting in his gut. They continued their walk, starting to come up on the pond.

“There’s something I wanna show you later,” she said suddenly, Finn swallowing hard. When they reached the bench, she stopped them and faced him, stepping closer. “You can keep a secret, yeah?” she continued, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at him. His neck snapped back in surprise and he nodded.

“Good. Meet me tonight in the common room...when the shift changes after curfew,” she voiced, starting to back away from him, “You know how to sneak out right?”

He scoffed with another nod and she gave him a Cheshire grin and raised her brows.

“Laters then, Nelson.”

She turned and walked away just as the nurse waved them back.

***

Finn entered his room and closed the door behind him, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. He stumbled to the bed and fell to it with a groan, his eyes closing instantly. If he couldn’t sleep at all before tonight, he’d go completely around the twist.

He tried to level his breathing and keep his mind blank. He turned on his side, stiffening when he felt the lighter pressing against his thigh. He bit his lip, his eyes squeezing shut tighter. He kept his hands under his pillow, a mantra spiraling through his mind.

You don’t play with fire. You don’t play with fire. You don’t play with fire.

Behind his lids, a wall of fire appeared and his mother’s smile stretched across, the teeth sharpening.

“Fuck!” he growled, sitting up quickly. The lighter was in his hand a moment later, his thumb flicking it open. His thoughts cleared as the flame appeared, moving slowly with his labored breath. He eyed the smoke alarm on the wall nearby and gritted his teeth. The metal became hotter and he held it tighter, his hand starting to sting. His other hand hovered over the top on the flame, waving his palm closer and closer.

A knock on the door made him drop it, the flame catching on his jeans. He snuffed it out with his hand and winced, barely repressing a cry. He hid the lighter just as the door opened.

“The doctor wants to see you, check your injuries,” the nurse started. She sniffed and looked around and at him curiously, “Everything alright in here, Finn?”

He hastily nodded, rubbing at the singed spot on the leg of his jeans. The denim scratched against the developing burn and he attempted a smile as he stood from the bed.

“Lead the way, Jules.”

*** Finn walked on his toes across the living room, biting his lip as he passed his sleeping mother on the couch, her pale face relaxed with her eyes red and puffy. He reached the back door and when he got outside, he ran to the garage, checking behind him before sliding the lock open and slipping inside.

Today was a good day.

After what seemed like forever, his mum was finally in that phase of her lifecycle that Finn liked to call her downward spiral. She’d spend days on end stalking the house, obsessively cleaning or cooking, ranting to herself or whoever was nearby...whatever suited her mood. He tried to stay out of her way for the most part during this period but with only the two of them in the house, he could only hide for so long.

His dad was on a trip abroad, not that that mattered--Finn knew he wouldn’t be home even if he was here. He couldn’t remember when his nan had last shown up but he didn’t blame her for buggering off. His mother seemed to have that effect on people.

She’d eventually run out of steam and would subsequently fall into a crying slump, barely moving and staring lethargically at the walls. Silence would take over the house and he was free to roam, given he stayed out of her line of sight. These lows were his sweet escape. His only escape.

He crouched low and made his way through the clutter of the room, sliding between furniture and boxes. He hissed as he sucked in his gut to pass through a hidden opening in the back, the massive bruise on his ribs twinging sharply. He shakily drew a deep breath and closed his eyes when he stood fully in his hideout.

It wasn’t much--just a corner of the garage that he’d cleared over the years, gradually smuggling things to it through the maze. He’d widened a hole in the ceiling into a makeshift skylight and kept a sleeping bag directly underneath. Last year he’d managed to carve an alcove into the wall for smoke to filter out of where he also kept a metal bucket, filled halfway with ashes and debris. Not only was it the perfect spot to hang out, it made for a good place to hide his fires; the last time she caught him lighting up, he was limping for a week.

He dropped down to the sleeping bag and reached for a backpack to the side. He rifled through it and shortly pulled out a bag of crisps, a book of matches and his walkman. His earbuds went in and he pressed play, My Name is Jonas starting after a few seconds. He struck a match and his lips quirked at the heat between his fingers before he tossed it in the bucket, the flame catching on bits of paper inside. He laid back onto the bag, his hand going behind his head. He popped a crisp in his mouth and watched the clouds move through the skylight.

Today was a good day.

[thecreaturecrossroads]

👨‍👩‍👦 Keeva!

Keeva sat back from being hunched over the tome she was making. Setting down the mallet she was using to pound the leather into place where she wanted it and so the glue would do it's job.

"Me GranDa was a great man. I love him an miss him everyday. He taught me Carpentry, an I watched his sheep when I was a wee lass. He liked tae go fishin, an before he passed through the gates he an me brother in Law would go fishin taegether. He loved me nieces and nephews an was the most patient an lovin man I've ever known. (Aside from Infe >u<) Me Mother, Jean, is a fine Clan Leader jest like me GranDa before her. She's fair, an honest, an would give the cloak off her back tae help anyone. Especially her kids an grankids. She's a very active Lady an keeps a farm like I do. Where she farms as much as she needs for herself and the excess goes tae those in her community that need it. She's also a Ferrier an raises Fae Horses. She's excitable like I am and we look a lot alike." She goes back to pounding, but raises her voice a little to speak over it.

"Me Eldest Sister Wynne has wavy golden hair. Is Quiet and calm like me GranDa. She's a peacemaker an is very wise. I'm thinkin she'll be the next Clan Leader once me Mum steps down. She grows flowers fer all the parties an all the weddins an handfastin ceremonies feature her arrangements. She and I were both trained in Healin and midwifery taegether. She's currently bein courted by a Lord a the Hunt. He seems like a nice Lad, an she seems happy. But I've me eye on him jest in case." when she gets the leather covers all pounded into place she get's up for a second and stretches.

"Me older sister Frangag is shy, but she's also stubborn. She's beautiful, Honey brown hair she keeps in a braid an slim an could dance beautifully even fer a Fae. She get's upset when things she's workin on don't go how she wants. She plays the Fiddle and she an I are both seamstresses. She an I learned how to bake together. And her Weddin cakes are amazing! She's a mother of 3 adorable wee lassies who are the light of her an her Mate's lives an keep 'em on their toes.

Then there's me Brother. Seamus. He's got hair a shade darker than me Sister Frangag. He's a musician too an a blacksmith. He's got the goofiest laugh that makes ye want tae laugh too. He an I used tae be at odds a wee bit when we were children, but I always had his back when he was picked on when we were in schoolin. All of us were at some point except fer me Sister Frangag. Ye'd think we would'nae be but.." she shrugs.

"Anyway he's married tae a nice gryphon Lassie an they've two lovely wee boys.... eh... did'ye want me tae talk about me uncles and aunts as well??"

[hearteyesuris]

I’m with the band - Stenbrough AU

Here I am with an ACTUAL FIC OMG!!! anyway this is stenbrough meeting au at a concert because I’m a sucker for night life meeting stenbrough, apparently. 

( @trashmoutheds look i actually wrote something) 

Words - 0.9k

Warnings - swearing, mentions of injury and blood

Stan stood by the bar, holding his first drink of the night, still, and watching the local band play on the stage. He didn’t come to see the band, rather he was here to wallow in self pity with a drink or two, and the rowdy band turned up.

They were loud, brash and played really, really well - Stan was annoyed to admit this, but they’d actually improved his night a bit. 

‘Alright, lads and ladies!’ Shouted the bold voice of the singer and guitarist, ‘Here’s one to go fucking mad to!’

Stan rolled his eyes as he felt a headache at the back of his eyes, but as soon as the music had began, he felt compelled to go forwards into the sea of people jumping madly - it couldn’t be too bad, right?

So Stan edged his way into the audience, trying to make his way to the front. He’d rather his head hurt from loud music rather than a hangover, after all. 

Stan was not disappointed by what he found. The bass was making the floor beneath his feet vibrate, and made the hairs on his neck stand on edge.

Stanley Uris let lose. He’d been to his fair share of concerts, sure, but never one as reserved as this local one. He’d never really been to a punk concert either. He supposed this one wasn’t too bad, and was glad it was his first proper one.

As he lost himself in the people around him, he felt a sharp pain in the bridge of his nose and stopped as soon as he’d started, gripping his nose and wincing at the blood. 

‘S-shit! I’m s-s-sorry, that was an a-accident,’ spoke a voice to his left, a hand resting on his shoulder and guiding him towards the toilets.

Stan was confused. His eyes were glued shut so he didn’t have to look at the blood trickling down his face, but he assumed the stranger guiding him was the one who’d delivered the elbow to his face.

‘Where are we going?’ He asked, voice muffled from the hand cupping his face.

‘T-toilets are t-taken, so m-my car,’

‘What?!’ 

‘I’m g-g-going to clean you u-up. I h-have m-my friend’s f-f-first aid,’

Stan sighed in relief at that statement. At least he’d be clean.

He let himself be guided by the stranger, finally opening his eyes once he felt the nighttime air hit his face.

He saw the stars in the sky twinkling, and heard the rustle of leaves in the wind. He could taste the metallic tang of blood, but most importantly, he saw a literal angel.

The boy who had lead him out was easily six-foot-four, towering over Stan’s five-foot-eight. He had red hair that fell to the right hand side, and the most piercing blue eyes Stan had ever seen. He wore a flannel and ripped jeans, but what caught Stan’s attention the most was his The Cure shirt.

He was beautiful. 

‘H-Hello?’ 

Stan was knocked out of his evaluation of the boy as he spoke up.

‘Yeah?’

‘I-I’m B-B-Bill Denb-brough. I-I’m sorry,’ 

Bill. Bill and Stan. Stan and Bill. 

‘Stanley Uris, and it’s fine! It was my first time doing that, so,’ 

Bill stifled a laugh and patted the bonnet of his car, indicating where Stan should sit. He warned Stan that it might hurt, but Stan just nodded, fixated on Bill’s concentrated face. 

He wiped away all the blood and disinfected the cut on Stan’s face from his metal button colliding with him. 

After cleaning up the curly haired boy on his car, Bill climbed on to the bonnet and sat with him. He shifted closer to Stan, making the smaller boy blush, and his fingers tingle.

‘S-So, Stan. W-What made you g-g-go in the p-pit?’ 

Stan looked back at Bill, face slack.

‘That was a pit? I went in a pit? And got injured?’

Bill nodded in response, humming a confirmation too.

Stan just laughed. Into the night air, he laughed. He let loose all the stress that had consumed him for the past few weeks, and heard the songbird laugh of Bill behind him. 

The two boys remained on Bill’s car, too content to return inside the bar, despite it being Bill’s best friend’s band. They talked about themselves, family, friends, music and everything in between. 

And were only interrupted when the band who had been playing came out. 

‘OHHHH BIG BILL, WOULD THIS BE THE REASON YOU LEFT OUR GIG?’ shouted the one with coke bottle glasses and unruly curls.

‘Shut up, Richie. We’re gay, too’ deadpanned the small boy with a fanny pack, carrying a bass case with the taller boy’s leather jacket hung over his shoulders.

Stan sat up on Bill’s car, confusion and pain from earlier fogging his brain and making all coherent thoughts disappear. 

He looked at his wrist watch and saw it was late, and he should be getting home. He jumped off the car, and walked to Bill. 

‘Bye, Bill. It was nice to meet you,’

‘B-Bye Stan,’ 

Stan leant up on his toes and kissed Bill’s cheek, feeling the skin beneath his lips flush up. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket and, feeling brave, wrote his number on Bill’s hand.

With that, he walked out to his own car, hearing cheers behind him and a soft feminine voice shout ‘Go get ‘em, Bill!’

He smiled to himself and began his car.

Punk bands were his new favourite, he decided. 

[lovely-qualms]

Royed Gift Exchange 2017

Hello all! So, this is my secret santa gift for @stargazerlilith for @royedgiftexchange ‘s 2017 Gift Exchange! This was my first year participating in the exchange, and I had a lot of fun coming u with an idea for my gift, especially since they gave me very broad parameters! Basically, when I recieved my partner, my class was reading Herman Mellvile’s Moby Dick, so I was inspired to do a nautical/ age of sail AU. I hope you like it, stargazerlilith!

Plight Aboard The Match-stick

by: lovely-qualms (on AO3 by the name Zozo0_219)

rating: T (language)

relationships: Roy Mustang/ Edward Elric; Maes Hughes/ Gracia Hughes

Summary: On a late- 18th-century cruise ship with Al and Winry, Ed falls out and is rescued by a notorious pirate crew aboard The Match-stick. Drawn to the slightly rag-tag crew, Ed finds himself especially drawn to the Captain, Roy Mustang.

Hark: whalers, merchantmen, and militia vessels! Gaze towards the setting sun, then a mite to the left. See there, a ship- cousin to the rest, but invariably different. Many have perished under the flags of red; even the most hardened of sailor men wish not to see the ghastly animal of a figurehead, less mermaid than the warped ancestor to a mermaid.

Now, just beyond eyesight opposite this ghastly roving tar glided a true Amestrian beauty. The orange glare of sunset glinted off of her shining metal walls and monstrously large steam pipes. Smoke roared out of these pipes like air from a popped balloon. One of the very first steam-powered ships to carry leisurely passengers across an ocean, The Plight (as she was christened upon the end of construction) cut through the waves as if it were as easy as taking a lovely stroll on a paved trail.

On the vast main deck of The Plight, many men and women strode about, having just dined in the lavish dining rooms (or having avoided the dining rooms in sea sickness). It was on this deck that two young men and a young woman sat about a pristine white table, discussing several papers strewn about betwixt them.

The oldest of the two men was rather violently gesturing to a few of the pictures, which depicted several different alchemical arrays with one hand; the other arm in the clinical grasp of the young woman.

“… And that,” He exclaimed, slamming his free hand down on the small table, “Is why plant alchemy is, by a significant degree, lamer than metal alchemies.”

The younger man raised a skeptical eyebrow, “Brother, your entire argument was, and I quote, ‘plants are lame, metal is cool’.”

“So?”

“So, it’s a weak argument! Plant alchemy is super interesting, as well as a specialization open for a lot of research!”

The older brother rolled his eyes and tried to shift in his seat, but was prevented from doing thus by a screwdriver jabbing him in the side.

“Stop moving, Ed. You’ll make me mess up.” The lady huffed.

“Hey, what was that for?” Ed asked the young woman, affronted. “You and Al are just out to get me today, huh. How much longer is that going to take anyways, Win?”

“You should have asked that before you punched a wall, maybe I’d want to give you an answer then.” Winry snapped.

Ed scoffed, throwing his flesh arm up in exasperation, “How was I supposed to know that there was a screw loose?”

Both of his comrades looked at him blandly, saying in unison, “Daily maintenance.” They broke down into chuckles while Ed grumbled and pointedly looked down at the arrays laid out in front of him.

All three looked up as, from the dark clouds quickly moving towards the setting sun, thunder rumbled. Several people looked up similarly and turned to head back into their living quarters, but the trio stayed outside, content to ignore the thunder for the time.

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As the deep, bruise-like clouds rolled ever further in, it almost made the foreboding ship, The Esperanza (re-christened The Match-stick by much less artful minds), lose sight of The Plight, were it not for the few rays of sun that glinted off of her gargantuan metal sidings.

From the prow of The Match-stick, a woman stood fixedly, squinting at the clouds with cold eyes. She held back her burgundy skirts and thick front-lock of blond hair with her hands, arm looped around a rope as to keep herself from being knocked overboard by the turbulent storm. Despite the wild rocking of the ship, the lady stood seemingly effortlessly, never blinking from the clouds that built up in the sky.

Suddenly, she turned and, using the ropes as steadying forces, brought herself down a steep staircase to the main deck, and then through a door to the Captain’s Quarters.

“Sir,” She said, drawing the attention of a silhouette that stood in the middle of the small room, in front of the only lantern present. A curtain was drawn over the one small window, which surely only showed the various tumultuous waves outside.

The silhouette turned at his address, waving down her military salute, “Riza, what do you have?”

Riza entered the room and sat at the table across from her Captain, noting from the new angle of him how the lantern light made him look much more tired than he probably was. “She’s The Plight, sir. I don’t think it wise to go after her.”

The Captain raised the eyebrow not hidden by a dark eye patch and replied, “Why?”

Riza stared at him blankly, “Sir, have you been outside today?”

“…”

“There’s a thunderstorm a’ brewing, sir, and The Plight is sided with metal. That’s all not to mention that The Plight is about two times taller than The Match-stick.”

The Captain scoffed, “Miss, I’ve watched you raid voyagers five times taller than our lovely Match-stick.” He waved his gloved hand up and down to signify the irrelevance of the comment.

“Captain Mustang, sir, that doesn’t discredit that the ship is made out of metal, and there’s a storm approaching.”

Mustang crossed his arms, “I say we go for it.”

“And I say we don’t kill ourselves for extra supplies.”

Roy scoffed, “We only have half a year’s worth of stock left!”

Riza replied, standing from her seat, “We just raided The Meriwether for her limes, armory, and fresh water so we are very well set on the essentials at the moment. Also, we quite literally have ten fishing nets and an ocean’s worth of fish to fry! And don’t even think about saying that ‘we don’t have the means to fry fish’ because there is always fire on this ship, sir.”

The Captain and First Mate locked gazes for a minute, as if in silent competition. Eventually, Mustang looked down with a sigh, and Riza knew she’d won.

“Very well, Hawkeye, but tell the lookouts to keep The Plight in their eyesight. I don’t want to lose her because of a damn storm.”

Riza saluted again with a “Sir,” before turning and leaving Roy to his business. She tugged her thick brown coat tighter over her loose burgundy bodice as she stepped outside, the wind having gone cold during her time in-quarters.

She smiled just slightly over her victory and headed towards the middle of the ship, to where oil vats used to stand, as the Esperanza was once an Amestrian whaler. The carpenter’s table and blacksmith’s forge were still in place, but held less distinct uses than before, as this crew was not interested in hunting sperm whales.

The main deck was very expansive, and it took very careful footing for Riza to not get tossed side to side as she made her way to the old carpenter’s bench. There, Third Mate Jean Havoc sat with a mug of liquor and a smoking pipe, apparently not keeping an eye out on the distant luxury voyager.

“Jean,” Riza called, receiving a short wave from the redhead, “Inform the crew that Captain Mustang has ordered us to keep The Plight in sight, but not to move forward until the storm has passed.”

Jean mock-saluted Riza with a lazy smile before standing to bid her orders. A large wave promptly knocked the side of The Match-stick and caused Jean to spill his liquor onto his baggy blue shirt and grey coat. He cursed loudly in embarrassment, shuffling past Riza to avoid looking at her, which made the blonde woman almost chuckle. Almost.

Riza heard Jean’s commands of, “Oi! Don’t lose The Plight, we’re aiming to raid her when this weather clears!” and “Lads, lower the red flags until we’re ready to go at ‘em!” which were followed by various affirmative shouts.  

The night was nearly completely upon The Match-stick, with just a glimmer of sunset behind The Plight. Riza looked about, signaling to a few sailors that it was time to show the sea what The Match-stick was really capable of. Holding her skirts up to her mid-shins, Riza made her way back to the prow of the ship, fishing from her pocket a jar of whiskey. Up the spray-wet stairs (for it had not begun to rain quite yet) Riza carefully strode, cautious of her heeled boots on the slippery old wood. Once she reached the top of the prow, she came to a contraption that, on any other ship, would raise confusion.

Roy Mustang had an infamous flair for the dramatic, and the line of pipes that ran down the outside of the ship’s equally metallic bulwarks was proof of such. If one cared to take a closer look, they would notice many slots along these pipes, and from these slots, they would see whale-oil-tempered wood chips or rope (depending on that month’s raid). The pipes extended from either end of the ship, making a loop at the prow and further out, ending cupped in the hands of the ghastly mermaid.

At the prow, where Riza now stood with her large jar of alcohol, a spout of sorts was crafted which ended at a capped-off funnel. Riza uncapped the funnel and uncorked the jar of whiskey with her teeth.

“Aye! Away from the bulwarks!” She yelled, receiving shouts of ‘aye aye’ or ‘yes ma’am’ from the other sailors. She pulled that night’s length of rope a bit closer to the entrance of the funnel and poured half of the whiskey onto it for good measure, downing the rest with impressive ability. The blonde woman stomped very hard twice on the floor, as beneath her resided the captain’s quarters.

Despite the wind, Riza was sure everyone in immediate proximity of the prow could hear a distinctive ‘snap’ from inside the Quarters just before the metal piping burst into flames. The fire trailed in a snake’s path down the piping, bursting out of the many slits until the entirety of The Match-stick was surrounded in snaps of fire but for a few three-foot gaps for the small chance that one needed to grab the bulwarks.

This fire show is what gave The Esperanza the new, feared christening The Match-stick. In the night, Mustang’s crew had no fear of invaders or losing their sight, just as other ships doubly searched the ocean for a glint of flames, in order to steer clear in the opposite direction. It would seem that the fire was a poor choice, but the crew never alighted the flame on raiding nights, and the heat provided useful for cold stormy nights such as the one Riza and her comrades faced at present.

Done with her duties for the evening, Riza turned on her heel, striding down the top deck’s steps and onto the main deck. At the Captain’s Quarters’ door, she turned back to look at the sailors in her direct proximity. They all saluted with a sharp, “Ma’am!” She nodded, saluted back, and opened the door to the dark Captain’s Quarters.

“Sir, I’m going to light more lamps in here, this is ridiculous.” Riza commented to Roy, who remained a silhouette.

As she held a match to one of the oil lamps right in front of the Captain and the spermaceti oil in the wick flared up, Roy whined childishly, “Hawkeye, it’s bright!”

“Sir, you were the one who wanted to raid The Samuel Enderby because, quote, ‘Sperm whale oil is damn well brighter than the vegetable swill we have right now’.” Riza said with an eye roll, “Also, if you’d stepped outside at all today it wouldn’t hurt your eyes to look at lamp fire. You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”

Roy groaned, pulling his coat up over his face to block the light, “You’re worse than my mother was.”

Riza quirked an eyebrow, heading to another lamp, “Well, did you sleep?”

“…Not last night, no.”

“Well, then my mothering is justified. Clear off a spot on the table.”

Roy bade her order, pulling various sketches of arrays and maps, as well as some mathematical tools and a compass away from the spot in the middle of the table at which he sat. He deftly sorted the papers into a box that was nailed to the table as Riza set out a couple more lamps around the room.

“The last ship we ‘met with’ held quite a few alchemical texts, but they’re all in code. I’ve spent a lot of time this week decoding it. Luckily, the code is centered around geographical locations, and I happen to have an affinity to collecting maps from ‘meetings’.” Roy explained.

Riza moved to sit across from Roy. She wasn’t able to sit for half a second before Cain Furey, one of the Sailors closest to Riza, burst through the door, glasses askew and eyes frantic, “There’s an unconscious man overboard and Jean’s jumped in to save him.”

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To say the least, Ed was surprised to wake up at all, much less to realize that he was no longer floating in frigid ocean water. If not for the meager lantern light, Ed probably wouldn’t have realized that he was below decks in a definitely-not-cruise ship. He didn’t hurt in any places except the usual automail port ache, nor did he feel particularly sick.

‘Wait,’ He thought, ‘I’m not on the cruise ship anymore.’ His stomach dropped. He had no idea where he was, nor whose company he was in, in the middle of an ocean and separated from his only friend and family member by who-knows-how-far.

“Just typical!” He said gruffly, punching the air in frustration. That was a bad move, as it displaced his weight on the hammock, and it tipped him over onto the slightly damp floor. “Shit!”

Ed heard a bark of laughter come from behind him, and he quickly stood and pivoted towards the sound. There stood a snickering, scruffy, redheaded man and a blonde woman who was looking disapprovingly at the redhead.

“Do you feel well?” The woman asked, not sounding entirely concerned.

Ed said, “Yeah, I’m doing alright, considering I fell out of a damn cruise ship.”

As the woman beckoned him to get up and follow, the redhead asked, “Were you on The Plight?”

“Yeah,” Ed replied. They exited the dark room, and after a short hallway, climbed up a ladder and through a hatch onto the ship’s chilly deck.

The sun stung Ed’s eyes a bit after the dark, but not enough that he couldn’t get a good look at his surroundings. They were on a large wooden ship, not unlike a whaling vessel, except all of the mechanisms for oil-extraction and harpoons were gone. At the remaining blacksmith’s furnace stood a brunette lady and a blonde man who looked around Ed’s age, both in grimy white button-downs and overalls. Behind them, a large table was filled with metal scrapings and paper. A man with glasses and a brunette lady in gypsy silks sat at a clear spot at the table, playing cards. High above, Ed could see two men in the lookout stands. Several other men ran bout the deck, doing various sailors’ duties.

It wasn’t the barrel of swords, excessive rope and whiskey, nor was it the generally loose garb of the crew, but the blood-red flag and black flag depicting a flaming skeleton that struck Ed as odd.

He turned around, finding the first blonde woman looking at him with slight amusement. He just now noted the intricate pistol tied around her red dress at the waist by a thick leather belt. “You’re pirates. I’m on a pirate ship.”

The redhead chuckled, “Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out, eh Riza?”

“Be quiet Jean.” She said back, prompting a smirk from Jean. She turned back to Ed, “You’re right. I’m First Mate Riza Hawkeye, that it Third Mate Jean Havoc. You’re on board The Match-stick.”

Ed snorted, “What kind of a name is that for a pirate ship?”

“You’ll understand come nightfall if Heiderich can fix the bulwark rigging in time. We set the sides of the ship on fire.” Riza said nonchalantly.

Ed balked, “I’m on a pirate ship with a bunch of lunatics.” He said, almost to himself.

Jean broke into laughter at the comment, “Not a bunch, just the Capt- ow! You’ve got a sharp elbow!” Riza nudged him quickly in the side, looking a bit over Ed’s shoulder.

“Captain Mustang, sir,” she said to the person she was looking at, gesturing to Ed, “The man we pulled from the water last night.”

Ed turned around to see the new arrival. The Captain didn’t look quite like Ed would have expected a ‘lunatic pirate captain’ to appear. He looked a bit older than Ed, but not OLD old, as most sea captains appeared. He had shiny black hair, one lock of which just barely covered a thick silk eye patch over his right eye (the other eye, Ed noted, looked at him rather smarmily). He wore a (rather gaudy, in Ed’s opinion) long, embellished, dark blue military coat, which was open to reveal a pristine white frock and leather belt like Riza’s, which held a sword as well as a pair of durable-looking gloves.

Ed didn’t quite know what to do as the Captain approached them, for he wasn’t quite versed in Pirate manners, so he simply stood there until the man was upon them.

Captain Mustang addressed the Mates first, “At ease, Havoc, Hawkeye. Continue with your duties.”

They replied with a sharp, “Aye aye!” before retreating to the top deck, gathering with a tall dark haired man next to the large steering wheel.

The Captain turned to Ed, extending his hand, “Captain Roy Mustang.”

Ed eyed him warily for a moment before shaking the hand with his automail one, “Edward Elric.”

“I trust you’re not too hurt?” Roy asked, releasing Ed’s hand.

Ed looked at him blankly, “I fell out of a cruise ship.”

To his surprise, Mustang laughed loudly, “You fell out of The Plight? How’d you manage that?”

Ed thought back to the evening previous, explaining on the way:

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The thunder began to pick up around The Plight as Al, Ed, and Winry continued to sit at their round table.

“We should go inside.” Al said, eyeing the sky.

Ed waved him off, “We’ll be fine,” as Winry finished up on his arm and began to wrap her tools up in a durable canvas bag. As she was doing this, an exceptionally loud crash of thunder sounded very close by, causing her to jump and let go of the bag. It slid to the end of the deck.

Al, bless his soul, stood and ran to fetch the bag, but as luck would have it, a gigantic wave and wind hit the other side of the ship, throwing the younger Elric almost over the end of the ship.

“Al!” Ed shouted, running over to him. His foot caught a slippery patch of deck, and Ed went over the railing.  Instinctually, he managed to grab a lifesaver float that was tied to the railing, but the rope was loose, and it simply came down with him.

As he fell, Ed could make out Al and Winry looking over the side of the deck, screaming, and then his vision went black as he hit the freezing water.

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“I was knocked out because of the force of the water on my head, and I didn’t wake up until just about now.” Ed finished his explanation. “You can fill in the rest from there.

Roy was silent for a moment before saying, “We’ve been eyeing The Plight for days. Once the storm lifted, we were going to raid her, but we lost her in the storm and subsequent chaos when Havoc lifted you out of the water.”

Ed made a frustrated noise, lacing his hands in his hair, “Damn.”

Roy turned on his heel, still looking back at Ed, “You hungry at all?”

Without blinking, Ed replied, “Starving.”

Roy chuckled at Ed’s quick response, “Go sit at the old carpenter’s bench behind the furnace.” He turned to the aforementioned table, calling for a ‘Noah’. The girl in gypsy clothes stood, coming towards them.

“We have leftovers, if that’s what you want.” Noah said to the Captain.

Roy nodded, “Just for Edward here, thanks.” Noah looked Ed up and down with a kind of mooned-out look, before retreating down the hatch. “She’s our cook and local telekinetic.” Roy explained lightly. “Come.”

They walked to the old carpenter’s bench and Roy pushed most of the metal and paper into an old basket before sitting down across from Ed. Ed was beside a dark-haired man who looked not incredibly older than he. The man put some cards he’d been playing with Noah back into a pile.

“Furey, care to play a round?” Mustang asked the man.

“Sure!” Furey replied, dealing some cards out. “Should I deal you in too?” he asked Ed.

Ed shook his head, “I suck ass at cards.”

Roy laughed, “Suit yourself.”

“Stop laughing at me, will ya? I’m grateful and shit that you didn’t leave me to die and all that, but it’s getting annoying.” Ed snapped.

Furey paled a bit at Ed’s gall, but Mustang just smirked behind his cards, “What can I say? You make me laugh, it’s not my fault.”

“It is your fault when you’re being damn annoying about it.” Ed muttered.

The Captain’s smile grew, “This is how you talk to one of the ocean’s most feared pirate captains?”

Ed looked at him blankly, “You are the ocean’s most feared pirate captain.”

“I said ‘one of’, Edward.” Roy commented nonchalantly, taking out a card and slapping it over Furey’s.

Noah appeared back on deck, and she set a plate of food in front of Ed, “Deal me in, please.” She said before sitting by Roy.

Ed dug into the food, commenting as he ate, “Still, I’d picture one of the most feared pirate ship’s crews to be, like, huge burly guys who punch sharks in their free time or some shit. Not some pretty-boy Captain and a generally happy crew, by the looks of it.”

The furnace sputtered in front of them as Roy’s smirk grew. Furey slapped another card over Roy’s, followed soon after by Noah’s own card.

“I, Edward, have something the other captains don’t.” Roy said simply, browsing his cards contemplatively.

Ed took another large bite of his food, “If you’re talking about setting the damn boat on fire every night, there’s a reason the other captains don’t do that.”

“Close, but not quite.” Roy responded. Slapping down another card, Roy quickly reached down, grabbing his gloves from his belt and tossing them next to Ed.

Ed was surprised to see matching red arrays on each glove, “You do fire alchemy. You know, that makes the whole ‘ship on fire called The Match-stick’ thing even dumber and more gimmicky. That’d be like if I went around telling everyone to call me ‘Full-metal’ or some shit because I have two automail limbs and do general elemental alchemy.”

Roy looked up from his hand of cards, “You’re an alchemist?”

“Yeah, that’s why I was on The Plight. My brother and I were going to a university in Munich to specify our alchemical talents.” Ed explained.

The blonde boy at the furnace turned around, pooling blue eyes surprised, “You said Munich? That’s where Gracia and I are from!” He commented, gesturing between himself and the woman next to him. She looked up and smiled, pushing back a bit of her short hair, and smudging soot along her temple in the process. The two were busy hammering away at some long curves of metal, which Ed could guess belonged to a part of the bulwarks that was missing some sheeting.

“Me too.” Noah said simply, not looking up from her cards.

“Really?” Ed asked, “Why did you all leave it?”

The blonde boy shrugged, “The city’s landlocked; I feel more at home surrounded by water than soil.” He and Gracia turned back to the furnace.

“Edward.” Roy said, drawing Ed’s attention back to the Captain, “Would you care to help me decode a few alchemical texts?”

This piqued Ed’s interest, “Well no shit I would; it’s not like I can be of any other use here.”

Roy stood, “Right then. Furey, Noah, take Breda and Fallman’s lookout posts for the time being. Edward, follow me.”

Ed stood as well, “You know you can just call me Ed. That’s what everyone else calls me.”

Roy stood, a look of contemplation on his face. Then he smiled, “Right then, Ed, let’s go.” The two walked across the expansive deck towards a door under the top deck labeled ‘Captain’s Quarters’. Roy stopped Ed at the door. “Wait here.”

The Captain went inside and came back out with an armful of papers. They then went in the opposite direction, back down the hatch and through the small hallway. Instead of going into the hammock room, they went down another ladder and into a decently sized room. There were two tables and three bookcases nailed to the floor. The cases all had locked glass doors, and books and papers filled most of the shelves.

“The Match-stick was once a whaling ship. This was where sailors would hang the blubber and stab at it until it separated from the skin. Now, I use it like a library of alchemical texts that I collect during various raids.” Roy explained, setting the papers down on one of the tables. They sat across from each other, Ed already picking up papers with interest. Mustang laughed, “Shall we start then?”

Ed looked up at him quickly, “Yeah, lets.”

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Two weeks passed, and those two weeks turned into two months before Ed realized it, and he felt like he’d finally gotten used to life aboard The Match-stick.

He found himself more often than not bickering with Mustang about the coded notebooks or playing cards with Furey and Noah (who was much wittier once she became more familiar with Ed).

Despite being feared pirates, Ed found himself warming up to the rest of Mustang’s crew, as well. The three mates Riza Hawkeye, Maes Hughes, and Jean Havoc respectively were pretty decent company, but they were often busy with various responsibilities. The blacksmith Gracia Hughes (Maes’ wife) and her protégée, Alfons Heiderich, were always willing to talk to Ed about their home and trade. Heiderich was also skilled in automail, which Ed was happy to hear, as his arm had taken a beating-to by the waves. The lookouts, Fallman and Breda, Ed didn’t get to see as much, as most of their days were spent high above the rest. There were a few more men on board, but the rest of the sailors didn’t talk to Ed in favor of getting their work done to return to their hammocks to sleep.

At nights, Ed found himself up by the prow of the ship, losing himself in his thoughts and worries about Al and Winry, or burying himself in Mustang’s alchemy library.

Ed also found himself taking up a kind of repairman role aboard, as he wasn’t bogged down with work, he could easily transmute items back to their newest conditions. He refused to simply dwaddle around and be in the way of everyone while he was still an honorary crew member, so he took the job in a heartbeat. He usually took all of the work that Gracia and Alfons weren’t already able to blacksmith back to perfection, but they would also give him some of their work if they were ever feeling particularly lazy.

Ed found himself living a life he’d never have thought he’d live two months ago.

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On a warmer, cloudless night, Ed hung-sat from one of the rope ladders near the prow of the ship, staring up at the countless stars that dappled the sky. Because of the warmth, the crew had decided not to light the bulwarks that night, so Ed had a completely unobstructed view of the sky. On top of his usual thoughts about whether or not he’d ever see Al and Winry again, Ed’s mind was clouded with some confusion.

He had, as of recently, found himself looking at Roy Mustang more and more frequently. If it were just that he was simply seeing the Captain more, Ed wouldn’t have been confused. However, with every hard look Ed snuck at Roy, he had begun to notice little details that he’d somehow missed before.

For example, Ed had been helping Heiderich re-adjust parts on the furnace, and Roy had walked up to them just for a standard check-up. It was a warmer day, so Mustang had neglected his jacket and rolled his white frock sleeves to just above the elbow. Ed hadn’t been able to shake just how damn good Roy looked like that, and throughout the entire day he would catch glimpses of this very casual take on his Captain, and- ‘it’s warm and sunny that’s why my face feels like a damn volcano, yeah that’s it’.

Another time, Ed was talking to Roy at the prow one night, and they had eventually fallen into a comfortable silence. Ed made the mistake of peeking over at Mustang and nearly lost himself to how beautifully the stars reflected back into the Captain’s eye, and how incredibly deeply serene Roy looked in that moment.

Edward thought about these moments, the accidental bumps and touches that almost made Ed jump, the catches of light in Roy’s hair, everything that was clouding Ed’s mind and making it so damn hard to think about anything but fucking Roy Mustang.

Ed closed his eyes, focusing on the creaks of wood, the splashes of the ocean on the ship, and the rustle of wind in the sails that had become staple sounds in his current life. He chuckled, muttering, “Al, Winry, what you two wouldn’t give to see what I’ve turned into; I’m by all rights a pirate in love with my own damn Captain.”

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Meanwhile, the three mates (plus Gracia) were below in their barracks, sitting around the lantern with bottles of whiskey and cards. They’d been playing poker for a good while and had since settled into a bored, almost sleepy daze.

“Hey,” Jean piped up, “Do you guys think Capt’n Patchy and Ed…well…”

Riza finished for him, “Have a thing for each other? Yes, I do. Undo my hair, will you?”

Jean reached out to fiddle with Riza’s intricate bun, and Gracia spoke, “I definitely see it on Edward’s side. He’s become really blushy recently.”

Maes nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, Roy’s been acting weird, but I kind of summed that up to not having a raid for months. You know he gets antsy when we stay put for too long.”

They resumed their silence, Jean still working carefully and diligently on Riza’s hair.

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Two more weeks passed, and in those two weeks, there was a raid. A merchant ship, The Grande Celeste, had been spotted just west of them one early morning, and by a dark and cloudy night, The Match-stick had snuck slowly in right beside the ship and had tied fast-lines to her sides. The next moment, The Match-stick was alight at the bulwarks, and the crew aboard The Grande Celeste stood no chance.

Roy boarded the merchant ship, followed by his mates and Furey, with great ease and demanded of them six month’s stock on any food and fresh water. They got their loot, and all but Mustang were back aboard The Match-stick when one brave young merchant-sailor took out a pistol, hitting Mustang in the arm.

Ed, who was waiting halfway up the lookout tower, went lightheaded when he heard the shot, having to grip the roped doubly to keep his balance.

Riza took the young man out cold with one shot, but when Mustang got back aboard, it was clear that his injury required some serious attention. The ship’s doctor, a reclusive man named Marcoh, had repaired the wound supremely, and Roy was out of the old man’s den in just a few hours.

When Ed saw Roy reemerge from the hatch, he had wanted to cry, scream at, hell, even kiss that damn bastard, but he remained in the ropes in hopes that when he came down he could keep his emotions in check.

He stayed in the same spot for the entire day.

At sunset, he felt the rope ladder shift, and another form climb up next to him.

“Hey.” Noah said simply, “I have food for you, you know. Come down so I don’t have to throw it out to the sharks.”

Ed looked into her concerned gaze, and he remembered that Noah was both telekinetic and incredibly sensible. She knew exactly why Ed was up here all day, but would never broach the subject until Ed mentioned it first.

He nodded, “Okay, I’ll be down in a bit. Thanks.”

Noah smiled, “Of course,” and carefully backtracked down the rope. Two plates of food awaited them on a barrel at the bottom of the ladder. Ed took one, and was about to turn and retreat below decks when Noah stopped him. “Edward, can you take this plate to Captain Mustang? He hasn’t come out of his Quarters for a while.

In honesty, Ed didn’t want to see Mustang at the moment, as he really didn’t know how his emotions would play out and he wanted to just hide away until he calmed down more (even if it took a damn century). However, he nodded and took the second plate, balancing both against the rocking of the ship as he walked the short distance to the Captain’s Quarters.

Ed paused outside of the door, still not really wanting to go in. Despite how close he and Roy had become in the past months, Ed had never actually stepped into the Captain’s Quarters. Now it seemed weirdly personal to Mustang himself, and Ed felt like he was breaching the Captain’s privacy (although he knew that was dumb, as Riza barged in all the time). Nevertheless, Ed followed through and was inside the dark room in a heartbeat. There was one lantern dimly lighting up the room, so it took Ed’s eyes a second to adjust.

“Ed?” Roy’s voice spoke from a silhouette standing near the lantern.

“Food.” Ed replied, lifting one plate in explanation. He quickly brought the plates to the table where the lantern sat, fidgeting around in his pocket for a matchbox, “I’m going to light some more lanterns in here.” Was he simply making excuses not to bring up his suppressed emotional turmoil? Yes. Was it working? Almost. His words thus far had come out a tad harsher than he’d intended, and he was sure Roy was suspicious of how little Ed was talking as he groped around the dark room to find lanterns.

When Ed had struggled around the room in silence for at least five minutes, only lighting two more lanterns, he felt two hands grab either of his arms and turn him around. Ed looked pointedly to the side, noticing that Roy’s sleeve was still drenched in blood. It made the blonde’s heart ache.

“You haven’t changed your damn shirt since the morning?” He asked in his best attempt at a measured tone.

“Are you angry at us because we shot the man on the merchant ship?” Roy asked, taking Ed completely by surprise. In honesty, Ed hadn’t even shed one thought over the poor soul, as he’d been so worried and upset over Roy’s injury.

“What?”

“Listen, I know you didn’t become a pirate by choice, per say, and maybe we should have just left you on some shoreline a while ago and let you rejoin your brother. We can still do that, by the way. But either way, a lot of people don’t take raiding ships all too well, especially when there’s bloodshed, so I’m sorry you had to experience that.” Roy said, his hands tightening just slightly around Ed’s arms.

Ed looked at Roy incredulously, “Roy fucking Mustang, do you really think I’d abandon ship because of one gunshot? Of course I miss Al and Win like shit, but I’ve had two limbs blown off, idiot, I can stand gunfire. I’m upset because your arm got gouged and there…” Ed stopped himself, though he knew it was far too late to turn around and just fucking run out of the room. ‘There was nothing I could do to stop it’.

“There what?”

Instead of finishing his thought, Ed let his emotions get the better of him. He reached up, holding onto Roy’s shoulders, and brought his lips up to meet his Captain’s. Ed was so surprised that he was actually kissing Roy Mustang that he froze up for a second, but then Roy was kissing him back, and- shit- he felt like he was floating.

Roy pulled away from Ed, and the blonde was afraid again, but that went away when, instead of moving away, Roy pulled Ed into a loose embrace.

“And here I thought you didn’t want to boot my ego, Edward.” Roy mumbled.

Ed let out a loud laugh, “Don’t make me take it back, bastard.” Sure, Ed missed Al and Winry to the moon and back and he would never not miss them, but Ed was damn happy on The Match-stick, and with Roy, he figured he’d stay pretty damn happy.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Stepping Up: Part 2

Pairings: Chibs x Reader, Past Jax x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4,105

Stepping Up Masterlist   Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

Part 1

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You had only seen Jax Teller cry a handful of times. When Thomas and his dad passed away, when Tara left for San Diego; when he came over to your house the night he got patched… but you had never seen him cry as hard as he did when the nurse laid his baby girl in his arms for the first time.

“She’s so beautiful.” He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose to wipe his tears away. “Look how beautiful she is, babe.” He came over to you and crouched slightly. You smiled through tear filled eyes as you looked at the most beautiful baby girl you had ever seen. You let out a sob as you ran your finger tip down her tiny nose.

“Kelsi…” You whispered as you gave her a kiss on her forehead, unable to even come up with words to say, before the nurses had to take her from Jax to get her cleaned up and weighed.

“Thank you. Thank you so damn much.” Jax said as he came back over to sit with you for a minute. “I didn’t think I ever wanted kids but… Jesus Christ, she’s perfect. Thank you for putting up with my shit and giving me the greatest gift in the entire world. I don’t deserve this, especially from someone as good as you.”

“Of course honey.” You said as you reached up and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “You’re a good man, Jax. You just have to believe in yourself a little more. You’re gunna be a great daddy.” He nodded as he took your hand in his and laid it against his cheek.

“I never told you… but I’m sorry for that night…”

“No, none of that now. Go be with our baby girl. We can have that talk another time.” He nodded as you wiped away more of his tears with your thumb.

“I love you. You know that, right.” You smiled and nodded your head drowsily.

“I love you, too, Jax.” He gave you a chaste kiss before standing up and scrubbing the heels of his palms across his eyes.

“Hey, baby girl.” He said gently as the nurse handed Kelsi back to him with a smile. “I don’t know how to break this to you, princess… but I’m your old man.” You heard her fuss slightly as he walked her back over to you so you could hold her and he laughed. “Yea, I know. Scary, right? This is your mommy.” He said as he laid her gently across your chest. He crouched down next to you with a smile. “Now your mommy here is gunna make sure that your daddy doesn’t mess you up to bad.” You smiled as tears of joy ran down your cheeks. “And so is your da and your pop and all your uncles. You are already so loved, princess.”

“She’s gunna be the most spoiled child in the world because of the MC.” You teased as you ran your fingertips over every inch of available skin you could get to.

“Oh, speaking of…” Jax reached into the pocket of his scrubs with a smile. “Daddy brought you a present.” He reached purposely in front of your face and pulled off the hospital issue hat Kelsi had on. He chuckled to himself as he replaced it with a new one.

“Really, Jax?” You giggled as you pulled down the new pink hat that had the club’s reaper and Sons of Anarchy patched on to it.

“Absolutely. She’s the first Reaper baby in 20 somethin’ years. Next generation.” You rolled your eyes as you flattened the slightly stiff top a bit.

“Alright, I’ll allow it. But she’s not getting a motorcycle until she's 30.”

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When you were pregnant, everyone who had had kids told you that time would fly by faster than you could even imagine. You didn’t want to believe it; didn’t want to believe how quickly days blurred into months but before you knew it, your little baby girl was turning one.

“If I stay in bed and keep my eyes closed can she go back to being tiny again?” You asked Chibs as the two of you laid in bed. He laughed as he traced the c section scar across your lower abdomen with his fingers.

“Doesn’t work that way, darlin’. I told ye I’d go by sharpish.” You groaned as you threw your arms over your eyes in protest.

“Nope. Find me a reset button.” You wiggled back and forth for a moment before a thought came to you. “Shit… this means she's one year closer to dating.”

“Betta get m’guns tagetha cause that’s never ‘appenin’. I’ll kill a man comes near ‘er.” You laughed as you looked over at him.

“She’s gunna be sneaking out and getting in all sorts of trouble, ya know. Little spawn of Satan we got on our hands.”

‘Da. Da. Mumma.’ You arched your eyebrow and pointed toward the door as Kelsi began talking away in her room.

“Chatty Kathy called you first.” You giggled as he rolled out of bed, used to the drill by now.

“Ye got the coffee?” You nodded as you rolled out of bed and grabbed a discarded shirt from the night before off the floor.

“Gunna need it today. We got a long day ahead of us.” He nodded as he pulled on his jeans and headed out of the room to get his little girl. You hung back for a moment, just to listen to Chibs over the baby monitor.

‘Well g’morn’ my little birthday princess. All ready ta start yer day?’

‘Da up.’ You smiled as you pictured her standing in her crib, her dirty blonde hair sleep fanned out around her head, with her arms in the air, grabbing at the air to be picked up and loved on. Because she totally didn’t get enough love all day, everyday at the club as is. You grabbed your phone off the charger and glanced at it. You flipped through the three notifications you had; the email from a parenting website you were a member of wishing Kelsi a happy birthday, a text from Gemma about the birthday party she was having that day at her house and one from Jax asking if he could come over for breakfast.

“Jax wants to come for breakfast.” You called out as you walked past the nursery and headed toward the kitchen.

“Jax got impatient waiting for you to wake up so he came over anyways.” You yelped at the unexpected sound of his voice and jumped back from your living room.

“(Y/N)?!”

“It’s fine!” You called out as you stormed into the living room in a playful rage. “Just Jax being typical Jax.” You grabbed a pillow and whacked him with it as he laughed.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance.

“I need to move that damn hide-a-key.”

“Won’t matter. I made a copy.” You groaned as you headed into the kitchen to get breakfast started.

“Daddy!” You turned back to the sound of your little girls voice and smiled. She stretched toward Jax; her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled with joy.

“There’s my little birthday girl. Jesus Christ, what do you feed her? She gets bigger every time I see her.”

“Ye see ‘er damn near ev’y day.” Chibs laughed as he passed off Kelsi.

“Language da. We’re repeating words, remember.” You said over your shoulder.

“Oh no. What did we repeat?” You spun in your spot with your eyebrows raised as the coffee began to percolate behind you.

“Apparently, gramma likes to say f-u-c-k a lot.”

“Oh, she did not.” He laughed as he set his daughter down in her highchair.

“Oh, she most definitely did, boyo. I was jus’ waitin’ for (Y/N) ta lose it.”

“And it wasn’t like a stumble into the word either. It was a full blown, no hesitation ‘fuck’.”

“Fuck.” Kelsi repeated. You pointed to her as Jax started laughing hysterically.

“See? That’s the freaking Teller in her.”

“That’s the greatest thing ever.” Jax said.

“Not in the slightest. Ye want the other ‘alf of this, love?” Chibs’ asked as he grabbed a banana to cut up for Kelsi. You shrugged as you grabbed a sippy cup of milk and the carton of eggs out of the fridge.

“If you don’t, sure. Pancakes good for you two?” You got two mumbled yes’ and you nodded as you flipped on the CD player you had in the kitchen for meals. As the opening guitar and violin of ‘Wagon Wheel’ by Old Crow Medicine Show softly filled your kitchen, Jax scoffed.

“The hell is this?”

“Music. She loves this song.” You pointed over your shoulder to Kelsi who was bouncing, bobbing her head and kicking her legs off beat to the music as she took a banana slice from Chibs.

“It grows on ye when ye listen ta it for a few meals in a row, lad. Trust me.” You laughed as you got everything ready for pancakes and eggs.

“Shut up, you love this song.” You teased as Chibs put his hand on your hip. He held the other half of the banana in front of you and you took a bite before he popped the other half in his mouth with a smile. With a returning smile, you gave him a chaste kiss before going back to get started on breakfast.

“You two are gross.” Jax claimed as he got up and made himself a cup of coffee.

“’s’what love looks like, Jackie boy. Gross.” You laughed as someone knocked on the front door. “I got it.” Chibs said as he squeezed your hip and gave it a small pat.

“It’s prob Gem. She told me yesterday she was thinking about coming for breakfast.” You flipped the small pancake in the pan as you started in on the eggs when a chilling voice set the hairs on the back of your neck on end.

“Oh… I saw Jax’s bike…”

“No!” You snapped as you shoved the two pans off the burners. “Sit down!” You snapped at Jax as you stormed through your kitchen. As you rounded the corner, Tara looked a little stunned to see you. “You don’t get to be here today. Get back in your car and go back to San Diego or where ever the hell you came from…”

“(Y/N), I…” You shook your head and held your hand up as Chibs mumbled something about the pancakes.

“No, you don’t get to come back like this and expect everything was gunna be OK again.” You heard Jax say your name and you whipped around. “Get back in there. You’re absolutely not leaving your daughter on her birthday.”

“Daughter…? What…?”

“And you don’t get to ask questions. Tara, you left us! You didn’t even bother to let me, your supposed ‘best friend’ know that you were going. You just picked up and left Charming to ‘get away from the small time life’. Wasn't even a year after you get his crow. You broke his heart, T! It took us 10 fuckin’ years to get him to see real happiness again and I will not let you come in and ruin it today.”

“(Y/N), I’m…”

“Yea, you’re sorry, I know. I don’t wanna hear it today, I really don’t. It’s my daughter’s birthday and I won’t let you be the rain storm on a good day. Find Jax at the club tomorrow if you want to reconnect but do not come anywhere near me if you plan on sticking around. I’m just as hurt as he was.” You watched Tara’s tear filled face drop as she realized that your daughter and Jax’s daughter were the same little girl as you closed the door in her face. You locked it and headed back into the kitchen.

“Why did you do that?” Jax demanded as he glared at you across the short expanse of white tile.

“Because I love you, Jackson. Because you haven’t been this happy since we were in high school. Kelsi brought out a love that I know you thought was never ever coming back. Her coming back today just puts a dark cloud on something that is really good in your life. Talk to her tomorrow and figure out your issues then if that’s what you want to do. Today is your daughter’s first birthday, focus on that today and deal with Tara tomorrow. Just know, I want nothing to do with her right now and I don’t want her around my daughter any time soon.”

“You’re unbelievable…” With a shake of his head, he crossed the kitchen and jogged to the door. You heard him call out to Tara over Kelsi saying ‘bye-bye Daddy’ as he slammed the door behind him without even saying goodbye to his birthday girl. With a huffed, humorless laugh and tears in your eyes, you bit your tongue and shook your head.

“Am I wrong in this?” You asked Chibs as he flipped off the burners and put pancakes and eggs on two plates.

“Ye ‘ave the right ta say who can come ‘round our daughter. Ye ‘ad the right to tell ‘er to wait a day ta talk ta Jax. Ye don’ ‘ave the right ta tell ‘im not ta talk ta the woman ‘e loves. I do agree that ‘e should’ve waited but… that’s ‘is call, m’love.” You sighed and plopped down in the chair Jax had just vacated.

“This just made shit so much more fucking complicated.” You said as he handed you your plate.

“Fuck.” Kelsi said happily as she kicked her feet.

“Eat yer pancake, ye little monsta.” Chibs said as he scrunched up his face at the little girl and handed her the small pancake you had made her. She took it in one hand and whacked her other on Chibs’ face before peeling into a fit of giggles. He growled and pretended to eat her hand as you smiled and ran your hand through your hair.

“God, what did I do to get a guy as amazing as you?” He smiled as he took a seat across from you and turned the high chair toward the table more.

“Ye didn’t ‘ave ta do anythin’ m’love. Ye jus’ exist.” You scooted your plate to the side a little bit and leaned across the table to give him a chaste kiss. He reached up and brushed his thumb across your cheek as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love ye, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too Filip. So, so much.”

“Wuv oo!” Kelsi shouted, not liking the fact that she wasn’t the center of attention at breakfast like usual. You laughed as you moved over and gave her a big kiss.

“I love you, my little birthday girl.” She giggled as Chibs’ gave her a kiss as well.

“‘take mumma?” She said as she offered you her pancake. You laughed as you pulled your plate over and grabbed your fork.

“No that’s Kelsi’s pancake. Mommy’s pancake is here.” You pointed at your plate. She stretched to see it with a slight look of confusion before completely ignoring you.

“‘take, da?” She said as she offered him the pancake. You laughed and shook your head.

“Now that she gets from you, mum.” You laughed as he pretended to take a bite of her pancake. She giggled and ripped it away from him as she picked up a banana slice and ate it instead. You sighed contently and ate your breakfast with your family, forcing yourself to not let Tara and Jax ruin a perfect day.

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“Where’s Jax? He told me yesterday he was…” Gemma asked as you walked into her house for the birthday party. She took one look at your face, stopped talking and physically took a step back.

“Tara’s back.” You said as she reached for her grand daughter.

“I’m gunna kill that…”

“Lovely individual.” Chibs said, trying to help you enforce the ‘no swearing’ rule until Kelsi got out of the ‘repeat everything she hears’ phase.

“Yea… ‘cause that’s exactly what that woman is.” Gem said sarcastically before turning her full attention on the birthday girl. “Look at you in your pretty princess dress!” She exclaimed as she headed toward the yard where everyone else was gathering. You followed after her only to get stopped along the way by Bobby.

“Hey, mama. Happy ‘thanks for giving us our niece’ day.” You laughed as you gave him a hug. “Hey, where’s the boy Prince? Wasn’t he…”

“Tara’s back in town.” Chibs said over your growl.

“Awe shit…” Bobby grumbled as your boyfriend gently pushed you toward the pool and the party. Your now sour mood didn’t even get a chance to lighten up. As you stepped outside, Piney came over to say hi and of course, asked where Jax was. You closed your eyes and sighed as you simply walked away, letting Chibs and Bobby fill in the gaps. When the third person, poor Juice, asked; you snapped.

“You know what? I don’t fucking know where the fuck Jax is. I’m not his Goddamn keeper. I’m just the poor bitch he fucking knocked up. If you assholes want to know where my current piece of shit baby daddy is, why don’t you call him yourselves… or better yet, call Tara because he’s probably diving face first into her pussy at the moment. Couldn’t even say bye to his daughter when he chased after that piece of tail out this morning. Now, can I fucking celebrate my little princess’ birthday with my family or are you more fucking concerned about his Goddamn whereabouts?”

Not a single person said a word as you turned around and stormed into the house as tears welled in your eyes. You grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off a table and headed toward your old room. You held yourself together as you climbed the stairs but the second you slammed the door behind you, the dam broke. You walked over and sunk down on the window seat Clay had made you when he first moved into the house. You pulled open the window that overlooked the back of the house and lit up a cigarette.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting yourself in this position. You hated that Chibs was drawn into the mess simply because he loved you. You hated that Kelsi wasn’t his. Yes, you absolutely loved your daughter, there was no denying that. You wouldn’t do anything to change having her in your life. But you would most definitely change Jax as the one who fathered her. You sat in that window seat, self loathing for two whole cigarettes before someone finally knocked on the door. You called out for them to come in as you wiped your tears away.

“Someone wants her mama.” Gemma said over Kelsi’s crying ‘mumma’ as she walked into the room. You got up and headed over to take your baby girl as she reached for you. With a sigh, you walked over to your old bed and sat down.

“You and I both know he’s gunna choose Tara over Kelsi in the end…”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Gemma said as she closed your room door and sat down next to you on the bed. She wrapped her two girls in her arms and rocked you both back and forth. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“It’s like… it’s one thing to treat me that way. I’m an adult, I can handle it. But Kelsi is one. She’s not gunna understand why d-a-d-d-y is running in and out of her life because of Tara.”

“And that is why I am so glad she has her da.” Gemma said as she looked down at you. She sighed as she brushed your hair out of your face. “I love my son but Jackson doesn’t use his head. He’s an act first, don’t think about the consequences until it’s too late kind of guy. Which is how we got this cutie.” She said as she bopped her finger on Kelsi’s nose to make her smile. You smiled as you looked down at your pride and joy, who was peacefully laying on your chest and playing with the charm on your necklace.

“So, I’m willing to guess that that gash is gunna stick around for a while and you know I like her about as much as a murderer likes a confessional box…” you couldn't help but giggle at her comparison and she smirked at you. “But I can tell you right now. If Jax dares to put that bitch before Kelsi ever again, I will see to it myself that he signs his rights over. You are just as much my child as he is and I won’t see my baby girls get hurt because of his inability to step up and be a man.”

“Thanks, Gem.” You laid your head on her shoulder as she took a hold of and squeezed your free hand.

“I love you, baby. Now, we have a little princess to celebrate.” She said as she kissed your forehead and got up off the bed. “You wanna go down stairs with gramma?” She asked in a sing song voice. Kelsi shook her head and hid her face in your neck, causing both of you to laugh. “Thomas used to do the same thing to JT at morning nap time so that right there is a Teller thing.” You laughed as you kissed your daughters head and stood up with a sigh. You looked over in the mirror, thanked the part of you that thought to put on waterproof mascara that morning and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the seat.

“I don’t know who I stole these from.” You laughed as you handed them to Gemma so you could shut the window.

“You snooze, you lose when it comes to cigarettes around here. If you put them down and they disappear…” You turned around as she opened the door to leave and your smile dropped when you saw Jax with his fist raised to knock. You watched Gemma’s face flash through fifty shades of rage before she could say something. “Get in your room. You and I need to fucking talk, now.” He rolled his eyes and tried to take a step past her to get to Kelsi but she grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Let go…”

“Jackson, do you know when you went running out of (Y/N)’s house after that gash that your daughter said bye to you and you didn’t even look at her?” His eyes left his little girl to find yours for confirmation as Gemma forced him back into the hall. “Get. To. Your. Room.” You put your hand on the back of Kelsi’s head as Gemma forcefully moved Jax out of your way. You quickly slid past them with a small ‘thanks’ to Gem before quickly heading down stairs.

“I won’t let him hurt you any more, baby girl.” You promised as you made your way back outside. You didn’t make it two steps outside before Chibs stepped in front of you. “I’m alright…”

“Jax is ‘ere. No Tara.” You nodded as you took your hand off Kelsi’s head and reached out to cup Chib’s cheek.

“I saw him. Gem is talking to him. I’ll fill you in at home.” He nodded in understanding as you leaned in and gave him a kiss.

“A’right, let’s not fret anymore and celebrate our little princess, yea?” You nodded as he kissed Kelsi on the top of the head. She looked up at him and decided she would much rather be held by him instead as she stretched away from you to him.

“We’re getting close to ‘sleep on someone for half an hour before running around like a mad woman’ nap time.” You said as you fixed her dress in the back so it laid nicely.

“Looks like that someone’s me t’day.” You looked down as Kelsi yawned once and passed out. You laughed and shook your head.

“God, she’s just too damn cute.” With a gentle kiss to the top of her head, you headed over to grab a beer. You only had to force yourself to actually enjoy your daughters birthday party for a few minutes before your family made your day so much more enjoyable that it had been a little while before.

Part 3