#i would love to say she's 21 here too...but i dunno

[hislittleraincloud]

LIFE IS A HIGHWAY

I WANNA DRIVE IT

ALL

NIGHT

LONG

[star-girl69]

Can’t Help Myself

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: nights out are supposed to be fun, but when someone mistakes you for being single, caroline can’t help herself.

a/n: GUYS IM BACK!!!!! also i love you alexandra savior… anyways from this ask, i hope you all enjoy!!

Can’t Help Myself - Alexandra Savior

warnings: alcohol obviously, lots of it, swearing, violence, mentions of blood and such, ummm idk i don’t want to give too much away 😣😣 that’s pretty much it tho, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The last time you went to a bar you were sneaking in with a fake ID.

You were 20, so close to that precious age of 21, a freshman in college and itching for that movie like experience you had grown up seeing. After a friend of a friend hooked you up, you got so drunk you swear you started seeing stars, but those might have just been the checkerboard black and white tiles on the bathroom floor.

Memories of that cold tile on your knees hit you every time you thought about going out and, besides- your major didn’t allow for much partying. A fact your friends and girlfriend all detested- but you refused to get behind on classwork just to end up on the bathroom floor again.

But, here you are. Holding onto your girlfriend, Caroline’s hand as she guides you through the crowds of people and towards the bar. You look around warily- is it just you or is there too many people in this building? Are they seriously not breaking some sort of fire code?

Caroline had asked so nicely- and by that, literally got on her knees and begged you- you were all caught up on school and had no homework, she had just won the NCAA championship and was on a high- plus you had a three day weekend.

Really, there wasn’t any excuse you could use.

Maybe, if you really wanted to, you could have said you were too nervous, and Caroline would have stayed home with you immediately at the first sign of you being anything other than happy. But, you knew she wanted to celebrate with her team. And why wouldn’t she? She worked hard for this, scoring 3 goals during the entire Frozen Four tournament.

Caroline suddenly squeezes your hand before pulling you towards her, arm moving around your waist.

“You good, baby?” She asks, looking around the bar for the collection of red jerseys.

“There’s a lot of people,” you say, hesitantly. You don’t want to lie to her, but you don’t want her to take you home. You know she will. Not yet, at least. “I need a drink.”

She laughs and kisses your cheek, and your stomach twists at the sound of her contagious laugh- you find yourself smiling too. “I’ll get you one, then.”

She immediately makes a detour towards the bar, and you press your hip into the counter while she wraps her arm around you, standing next to you so closely you probably look like one person in your matching Harvey jerseys.

“What’d you want?” She asks, her breath tickling the side of your neck. God, it’s loud in here, too.

You stare at her blankly for a second before shrugging. “I dunno, you’re the one who actually drinks.”

She smiles. “Okay, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

The bartender asks what she wants, and you block out what she says- kind of wanting to be surprised. Next thing you know, she’s saying thank you and putting some money on the counter, telling the bartender to keep the change before turning to you, two glasses in her hand.

And, suddenly, despite the uneasy feeling in your stomach and the fact that this place is so bright and so loud, she looks into your eyes and it’s suddenly just the two of you.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” she whispers.

“Of course, baby,” you smile. “You deserve to celebrate. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be fine. I want you to have fun.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m always gonna worry about you, babe.”

“If I really want to leave, I’ll just grab your hand and squeeze two times.”

“You better not lie to me, though. Are you sure you’re still good?”

You kiss her nose. “All good. Let me have some of that drink now?”

She smiles, and you shouldn’t be surprised by the way she completely bypasses your open hands and lifts the drink to your lips herself, watching intently at the way your lips part around the small black straw, then at the way your cheeks slightly hollow.

It’s… disgusting, really. The drink, at least. Having Caroline look at you like this, pupils wide and bottom lip now drawn between her teeth, is absolutely exhilarating. All you’re doing is taking a sip of her drink and she’s acting like you’re doing the sexiest thing in the world right in front of her.

It’s slightly fruity, and there’s vodka in it, and maybe some soda? It’s disgusting. You don’t know what it is, and you don’t want to know. You continue to force it down, managing to down almost half of the glass before Caroline snaps back into reality, ripping the drink away from you.

“Okay, slow down, please,” she chuckles.

You gag a bit, shaking your head. “That’s disgusting. Ugh, I hated that.”

“I can get you something else?” She asks, frowning. You almost chuckle at how concerned she is. “Or just water?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “I’m just trying to chug it as fast as I can.” You try to grab the drink from her again, but she holds it back.

“Okay,” she smiles. “You can… do that, I guess. If you really want to, but in a few minutes. Take it easy, yeah, baby?”

“Okay,” you echo, feeling your stomach twist at the way she’s so knowledgeable in this, the way she’s looking out for you-

“Good girl,” she smiles, kissing your cheek before wrapping her arm tightly around your waist again and leading you through the crowd.

She has to know what she does to you.

You look at her out of the corner of your eye- satisfied smirk on her face- oh. She’s trying to kill you.

Fine, you tell yourself. She’s acting all cool as if she wouldn’t be leaving this bar if you squeezed her hand twice. She’ll do whatever you want, you both know that, but if she’s gonna try to rile you up in the middle of the bar by saying that- well, two can play at that game.

She leads you towards the other side of the bar, where you find a huge booth filled with red jerseys, half-full glasses strewn about the table.

Laila’s phone is propped up against one of those glasses, and she stares intensely at the screen in a way you call tell she’s reading comments on live.

“Laila!” KK calls, loosening your grip on you as the floor opens up a bit.

She smiles when she sees the two of you, beckoning you over. She’s sitting at the end of the circular booth, so you let go of KK to give her a quick hug. Wrapping your arms around her neck, pressing your cheek to hers to say hi to the live.

“Hi, guys!” You smile, watching as a flood of comments come in, all of them saying hi, or complimenting you. “Aw, thanks everyone. You’re all so sweet.”

“Guys,” Laila says, “Do you see this right now?”

She plucks at your red jersey.

“She’s a liar. She does not play for the Wisconsin Badgers! And her last name is not Harvey, either!”

KK suddenly appears next to you, pushing her face into frame.

“One day, though.”

user-1 omg they’re so adorable

user-2 Y/N I CANT BELIEVE YOU STOLE MY GF

user-3 tbh she’s beautiful i cant be mad

user-4 y/n harvey has a ring to it tbh…

user-5 NO DONT GET MARRIED KK COME HOME

user-6 @/user-5 KK THE KIDS MISS YOU

“I’ll believe that when I see a ring,” you tease.

“God, nothing ever pleases you.”

“Can you not?” Laila groans, fake gagging.

user-7 aw poor laila third wheeling

Laila scoots over and you sit down next to her, allowing Caroline to press a kiss to your cheek, saying she’ll be back soon.

user-8 y/n fit check pls??

“Y/N do a fit check!” Laila shouts, not quite aware of her volume level. You take another sip of your drink, gagging yet again.

“Okay. I don’t feel like getting up, though. Um, top is from Caroline Harvey’s closet, bottoms are from, like, Old Navy I think. I dunno, they’re just jeans. And then I’ve had these shoes for years, so…”

Laila turns to you, bored look on her face.

“Y/N, you’re not very good at this.”

“Girl, whatever. I tried.”

user-9 y/n ur so real

user-10 i would die for you y/n

user-11 what method of manifestation did you use?

“My method of manifestation? Listened to Bags by Clairo on repeat, of course.”

user-12 Y/N CLARIO STAN CONFIRMED????

user-13 u are my new fav celebrity.

user-14 what are you guys drinking?!?!??!!?

“What are we drinking?” Laila repeats. “Um, I don’t know if we can say this. Take a wild guess, though.”

“I don’t even know what this is,” you laugh, picking up your glass and swirling it around, listening to the ice clink. “Caroline ordered it for me.”

You take a deep breath- moving out of the screen- abandoning the straw and placing your lips right on the rim, downing the rest of the glass.

user-15 GOD THEYRE SO ADORABLE

user-16 i’m still in mourning…

user-17 the day they hard launched a part of me died

user-18 IF Y’ALL DONT SHUT UP YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE ANYWAYS

user-19 @/user-18 EXACTLY if i see ANYONE bullying my queen y/n i will attack

“Aw, thank you guys,” you coo. “I’m so sorry that I took your girlfriend, really.”

user-20 GOOD

user-21 YOU SHOULD BE.

user-22 pls tell kk to pay child support

“Okay, so, guys, you didn’t hear this from me but unfortunately KK is actually in debt from all of the child support payments, so you might want to find some other income.”

Laila, who had zoned out reading the comments next to you, laughs so hard she has to take herself out of frame.

“No, because KK actually is so broke right now.” She says, coming back into frame, her eyes so wide she looks like a crazy person.

user-23 y/n pls take laila home 😭

user-24 laila ily pls stop drinking

Laila gasps, dropping her jaw in shock.

“I’m literally not even that… D-R-U-N-K!”

“Laila,” you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe it’s time to let the live go.”

“Yeah, I wanna dance. Okay, bye, guys. Sorry for tripping out. I love you all, see you guys soon.”

You blow a few kissy faces at the screen. “Love you guys!”

The live ends and Laila immediately perks up, looking towards the dance floor. “Okay, move!” She says, trying to push you out of the booth. You scramble away, chuckling at how disoriented she is.

“Sure you wanna dance? Your 6’1 self might fall over and kill someone.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Dancing does sound nice. You need to let go a bit, and where better to do it then in the middle of a bunch of people so drunk they won’t remember this tomorrow?

Laila grabs your hand, despite the fact she just told you to shut up, and starts to drag you into the crowd of dancing people. The music seems louder, now.

“Y/N!”

Someone grabs your other hand, pulling you and Laila to a stop. KK stands there, concern on her face and her drink back in her hand.

“Where are you going?” She asks.

“To dance,” you roll your eyes. Maybe you’re kind of a lightweight, but you already feel a little tipsy. That might be a placebo effect, though. This place just feels so freeing, with all the pretty lights and the music that you swear is getting louder by the second.

You grab her drink, taking another big sip.

Her eyes widen and Laila groans, tugging on you.

“I wanna danceeee.”

KK looks between you, drunk Laila, and the crowded dance floor.

“Y/N,” she grimaces. You take another sip.

“I wanna dance, KK. Don’t be a… freakin’ party pooper.”

She blinks at you. “Oh, my God, you are such a lightweight.”

“Okay, can you relax? Overprotective? Your precious girlfriend will be fine,” Laila smiles, flexing her bicep.

“See?!” You smile, gesturing animatedly to Laila before taking another sip.

She grabs her drink back from you. “All done with that.”

“Aw,” you pout.

Caroline sighs, looking again at the dance floor like it’s some entity that’s gonna hurt you.

“Baby,” you start, wrapping your free arm around her neck and drawing her in close to you, burying your face into the side of her neck.

“Y/N.”

You kiss her neck, tongue darting out to swipe across her sweet skin. “Please let me dance, Caroline.”

There’s a breathy lilt to your voice you both know she can’t resist. This is how you win every argument, just bury your face in her neck and ask pretty please.

“Shit, Y/N,” she says, her voice strained. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” you ask, kissing her neck again.

She puts her free hand on the back of your head, smoothing down your hair for one second, savoring the moment before she pulls you away.

“Can I go dance?” You ask, barely licking your lips- but she sees it.

She sighs and rubs the back of her neck.

You both know she can’t resist you, not right now. Especially not when you’re wearing her last name and you’re kissing her neck.

“Be safe.”

“Bye! Love you!” you shout, tugging on Laila. She drops the hand that was covering her eyes and smiles.

“Thank God that’s over.”

You turn to look back at Caroline, and she’s staring after you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You’ve never thought that Caroline’s overprotective nature was too much. You’ve never shied away from it. How could you hide away from something that feels so perfect? So good? So right?

Belonging to her is the most fulfilling thing you’ve ever known- you can’t help yourself from loving every crazy part of her.

And, besides, she deserves to spend time with her friends. She deserves to celebrate her win in whatever way she wants. You’re kind of surprised that she didn’t follow you out onto the dance floor, but you’re happy about that. She needs her friends and you need yours.

The music gets so loud you swear your eardrums are about to burst.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.

—-

After dancing with Laila for so long your legs feel like they’re about to fall off, they start playing a slightly slower, more sexual song. Couples quickly form on the dance floor- whether it be actual couples or just random people deciding to dance together.

Laila hits your shoulder, and subtlety points to a man wearing the ugliest neon yellow jacket. Maybe it’s not so bad on its own, but paired with an equally neon orange shirt underneath, he looks kind of like a traffic cone.

You laugh, but this new song has changed the vibe, and suddenly you wish your girlfriend was dancing with you.

“I want Caroline,” you say to yourself, spinning around, trying to find where the red jerseys are- quickly getting dizzy. Definitely a little drunk.

“Who would have guessed,” Laila deadpans, and you swat her shoulder while she laughs.

You suddenly feel eyes on you, but Laila is searching the crowd. You look around, suddenly locking eyes with a man dressed in black dress pants and a blue shirt- the top buttons open.

The first thing you notice about him is how startlingly pale he is. You actually kind of get the shivers- he’s deathly skinny, with a goatee he cannot pull off- and he kinda makes you feel uneasy.

Besides for his somewhat startling appearance, he licks his lips as he looks at you like you’re a piece of meat.

“Ugh,” you say, cringing, unable to hide the disgust on your face. You feel kinda bad when his face falls- maybe he’s just drunk like you. Yet, here you are, criticizing his appearance and gagging at him. You shoot him an awkward smile, and his eyes trail up your body- okay. So much for giving him the benefit of the doubt, whatever. “Help,” you whisper to Laila, somewhat jokingly, grabbing her hand.

“Huh?” She asks, grabbing back and looking around.

“Really pale weird guy staring at me like he wants to fuck me.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, Y/N. That’s fuckin’ disgusting, don’t tell me that.”

“Sorry!” You laugh, watching her eyes widen as she seems to finally spot him.

“Oh, wow�� he’s so handsome! When my eyes are closed.”

You laugh and quickly slap your hand over your mouth, turning to her to keep from him seeing you.

“He’s still staring, though,” she frowns. “Okay, this dude is actually so creepy- I’m done dancing, you too?”

You suddenly remember how much you miss Caroline.

“Yeah, all done. Miss my girlfriend.”

“Y’all are so clingy, God… anyways, where did we come from?”

“Um, there, I think.” You start leading her through the crowd, immediately forgetting about the man, thinking only about your beautiful girlfriend and how excited you are to see her again. Forgetting the fact that’s only been about 20 minutes.

Suddenly, a flash of blue appears in front of you and you’re slamming into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” You apologize, steadying yourself by grabbing onto Laila. “You okay?”

You’re met with a pale face and a goatee.

Your eyes widen but you manage to bite your tongue, Laila squeezing your hand so tightly it might snap off.

“All good, pretty girl. You okay?”

“Fine, thanks!” You manage to bite out, Laila’s resolve slowly falling as she starts laughing a bit, and you try desperately to pull her away.

“Hey,” the guy starts, but you pretend not to hear him and tug Laila past him. You can’t bear to look behind yourself, scolding Laila softly as she starts boisterously laughing.

“Oh, my God- you bumped into him!”

“Laila!”

This entire night has felt perfect so far, and it feels kinda picturesque that a super cliche movie thing happened to you. All you can do is laugh about it.

“What’cha laughing about?” Caroline asks, and you suddenly realize you’ve escaped the dance floor and made it back to her.

“KK!” You smile, wrapping your arms around her neck and pressing a short kiss to her lips. She smiles back at you, looking at you in a way that can only be described as adoringly.

“Okay, bye,” Laila says, jokingly covering her eyes as she walks away to talk with some other teammates.

Caroline rolls her eyes at Laila but wraps her arm loosely around your waist, just keeping you close to her. “You’re having fun, baby.”

“So much, this is great. Why don’t I go out more? Why don’t I drink more? Oh, can I have that?”

Caroline stares down at her drink that you’ve already drunk most of-

“C’mon, sweetheart, I’ll get you another one.”

“Okay!” You smile, feeling on top of the world with her arm around you again. She leads you around the outskirts of the dance floor, and you end up back at the bar- leaning against her while she orders.

You’re standing side by side, and she’s dropped the hand around your waist to pull out cash from her wallet. You miss her touch, so you lean your head against her shoulder, adjusting her jersey that’s started slipping down your shoulder.

“Can I buy a drink for the pretty girl and her friend?”

At first, you don’t even realize someone’s talking to you.

You hear about it in the movies, the creepy guys at bars. You hear the horror stories from your friends and family. And you know it’s real, you know it happens- but you never ever think it could happen to you.

Suddenly, there’s that same pale man right next to you, staring into your eyes with such and intensity you wonder if he has a medical condition or if this is some weird attempt at flirting.

“What?”

Its the only thing you can think to blurt out.

Caroline looks up from her wallet, stuffing it back into her pocket and turning to you, hearing your voice but confused as to what you’re talking about.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The guy repeats in a hopeful tone- but the way he carries himself irks you. He’s self-entitled. It’s not quite confidence, but it’s more so this idea that the entire world should bow at his feet. And, unfortunately, that includes you.

“Excuse me?” Caroline asks, quickly wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you even closer. “Thanks, but she doesn’t want anything from you.”

“Really?” He asks, smiling in that same self-entitled way. “C’mon, honey. You’re gorgeous, I’m gorgeous, let me buy you a drink and take you home.”

You feel utterly frozen. Is this actually happening? Are there cameras somewhere?

“Uhhhh…” you say, looking between him and Caroline- the two of them currently engaged in a deadly staring competition.

“Sorry, let me rephrase. My girlfriend doesn’t want anything from you.”

“Caroline,” you mutter, hearing an edge to her voice that’s turning from protective and wary to something a little more… violent. “Let’s just go, babe.”

“Yeah, let’s just go,” she echoes. She turns around with you still under her arm, positioning herself between you and the other guy.

He scoffs as you both turn around- completely offended and shocked at the idea that you don’t want him.

Maybe Caroline glaring at him sets him off. Maybe he just doesn’t know when to quit.

“C’mon, baby- you know you want it. Stop being a little bitch.”

Your mouth parts slightly- and you almost want to laugh- him? Calling you a bitch?

You can feel Caroline’s entire body tense against you.

“Caroline-” you start, knowing her protective nature is going to get to her. You’ve seen it a thousand times on the ice when a girl on the other team gets too close to her goalie, or roughs up another Badger- Caroline fights on the ice.

God, you’ve even confessed to her how sexy you think it is when she suddenly shoulder checks some girl, or slams her stick into someone’s chest.

She whips around, her arm out in front of you, while the arm that was previously around your shoulder whips around and slams into his face.

You let out a yelp at the sheer speed of it all- one second you were walking away, and now Caroline is shaking out her hand as the man doubles over, clutching his jaw.

“You stupid fucking bitch!” He shouts, a crowd quickly forming.

Thankfully, she ignores that comment.

“Listen to me. You don’t touch my girl, you don’t look at her, you don’t think about her- or I swear to God you will not be able to fuckin’ talk.”

She turns back around, her jaw clenched, and you gape at her- mouth opening and closing like a fish, you feel so stupid- but you don’t even know what to say. Do you scold her? Do you kiss her? Because you kinda want to do both right now.

Your mind is literal mush. Not only was that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life- but also terrifying. Thankfully, you don’t have to do anything, because Laila and a few other Badgers break through the crowd, grabbing KK and dragging her back towards the exit.

Laila softly taps you, and you tear your eyes away from the fuming man still clutching his cheek- mouth still stupidly dropped open.

“You good?” Laila asks, softly putting her hand on your shoulder.

“Good,” you breathe. “Oh, my God- I can’t believe that just happened.” Laila leads you out of the bar, following behind KK who is getting… forcefully escorted out by her teammates.

The whispers and the staring stops when you exit the bar and into the fresh air. It’s nice out here, still warm but there’s a cool breeze running through. The bar was stuffy and hot, and you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until the fresh air is right in your face.

“Okay.” Britta Curl, Wisconsin’s captain sighs heavily, rubbing her temples. “What the fuck happened.”

It’s not quite a question.

KK’s teammates let her go, and her jaw is clenched, fists also clenched at her sides. She’s like a tight little ball of anger right now, about to explode.

She’s obviously not going to answer, so Britta turns to you. Her frustration softens a bit, and you’re sure you look a little shaken up- you can’t stop thinking: what if Caroline wasn’t there?

What if he got his hands on you? What if he had stepped closer?

“You okay, Y/N?”

“Yes,” you breathe. All of the team knows you well, and most of them are truly your friends. Despite the fact it’s become a running joke to refer to you as “KK Harvey’s Girlfriend” you know they all do care about you. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Shit, Y/N,” KK breathes, running her hand through her hair. It’s nothing like earlier tonight when she said those words, when you were kissing your neck.

God, if you could go back to that.

She takes a few deep breaths. “Shit. I’m sorry, Y/N. I… I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t let him say that shit. Call you that, fuck.”

You can practically see the memories flash behind her eyes, and she’s getting herself all worked up again.

“Harvey,” Britta cautions, putting her hand on her shoulder. “Take some breaths.”

“Okay, hold on,” Laila starts. “Was that who I think it was? Pale guy from the dance floor?”

“Yeah,” you affirm, and Laila rolls her eyes.

“What a creep.”

“Wait, who?” KK asks, suddenly completely still, staring at Laila in a way that reminds you of a predator about to attack. She’s still got that rage in her veins, and she’s chasing the high, the retribution.

“There was this guy on the dance floor, he was staring at Y/N in this, like, sexual assault-y way, super creepy-”

“A what way?”

Her voice is calm. But you know her, you know her voice- you can hear the pure rage behind it. That deadliness, all of that precision and strength from hockey honed to one target.

“Okay,” Laila says, sticking her palms out in a calming manner. “Not the best choice of words. Deep breaths, KK.”

“No, like what? He was staring at my girlfriend like what?”

“Caroline.”

You walk towards her, placing your hands on her chest.

“Caroline, sweetheart, I love you… but you have to calm down, okay? He was just a fucking weirdo at a bar. And you punched him, remember? He’s not going to talk to another girl, let alone me, for a long time.”

You force her to meet her eyes, and she stares at you for a few seconds- her face slowly starting to soften.

“Sorry,” she mumbles after a moment.

“Why do we even try?” One of her teammates whispers. You resist the urge to smile.

“Why don’t we go home, K?”

She looks over your shoulder at the door to the bar.

“Yeah.”

“Thank God,” Laila mutters. “This was about to become a bloodbath. Everyone say ‘thank you, Y/N.’”

A few of her teammates laugh, and even KK cracks a small smile as they all repeat the sentiment.

Britta turns to KK, glaring at her still somewhat disapprovingly.

“I’m sorry,” KK mutters again.

Britta sighs. “I… probably would have punched him too if I was there. I can’t blame you.”

“Exactly, like? What was I supposed to do? He called my girl a bitch and I was supposed to just walk away? Nah. No way.”

“Overprotective!” Laila chimes in with a sing-song voice, and all of you laugh.

Finally, you all manage to bid your goodbyes, Laila saying she’ll hitch a ride back from someone else- “I don’t want to hear what’s about to go on in that bedroom. Keep the biohazards to a minimum, though.”

Caroline opens the car door for you, moving around to the other side and quickly climbing in. She puts her hand on the inside of your thigh, not starting the car yet, and making no move to.

She hesitates for a moment.

“Did I scare you?” She finally asks, turning to you with such vulnerability etched into her face it fixes any part of your heart that had ever hurt.

You smile softly, because you love this girl and you can’t believe she cares about you this much.

“No, baby.” You put your hand on her face and she leans towards you. “I was scared… because I kept thinking about what would have happened if you weren’t there.”

“I’m never letting you out of my sight at a bar again. Or ever, actually. Would you be down to tattoo Property of Caroline Harvey on your chest?”

“Caroline.”

“I love you.” You smile, the joking scold dying on your tongue. “I love you so much. And I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You fake gasp. “I cant believe you’re all mine. Caroline Harvey, Olympian, star-athlete, heartthrob of women’s hockey-”

She shuts you up with a kiss. You’re both smiling into it, your thumbs rubbing her check, her hand squeezing your thigh and her other hand coming up to lightly hold the base of your neck.

When you finally have to pull away for that stupid thing called breathing, you grab her hand and squeeze twice. She quirks her brow at you before realization washes over her face.

“Well, when my beautiful girl says it’s time to go, it’s time to go.”

She doesn’t move her hand from your thigh the entire drive. And despite Caroline being a little hot headed and a little overprotective, it’s just her way of showing you she loves you- you can’t think of it any other way.

There’s no one else in the world who would succumb to whatever you want just because you kissed their neck, no one else who you would feel confident completely placing your trust in, no one else who can love you the way she loves you.

And if tonight is any indication- she loves you to the point of violence. Which is kind of alarming, but mostly sweet.

—-

[333sturns]

strangers to lovers (3)

“ITS CUTE”

with the help of his older brother, nick, matt decides to step out of his comfort zone . . .

warnings: inappropriate language

this chapter was kinda ass but thats ok

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matt blankly stared at his phone screen as if an answer would pop right at him. he let out a sigh before throwing his phone down next to him.

“fuck.”

he hopped onto his feet and hesitatingly walked over to his older brothers room. “nick?” he said, almost at a whisper as he gave the door a gentle knock. nick was quick to open the door with a smile.

“yeahhp?” nick examined matts face before giving him a sign to walk in and sit. shutting the door behind him.

“come in,”

matt walked in and sat onto his bed while he fidgeted with his fingers. he didnt know why it happened to be so difficult for him, but it just was.

“i just—“

“ah let me stop you real quick, is this about that girl? if so, i need to know more about her. i dont even know her name for fucks sake.”

matt smiled awkwardly with that same feeling of his cheeks beginning to burn up again.,he reached over for nicks phone beside him and searched quickly for your instagram.

“thi—mm—this is her.” matt muttered. clearing his throat mid sentence.

nick gave your instagram a few looks here and there, nodding his head in approval. the smile fiercely tugging at the corner of his lips. “oh shes stunning matt!”

“yeah. i know.”

nick sat down next to to matt and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. pulling him into a tight side hug. “what are you so worried about then?” nick watched closely at matts movements, studying them intently.

“i dunno, i just dont know what to say and she’ll probably take advantage of me and i’ll just get all sad after and—! shit-sorry.” he looked over at nick who had a frown plastered all over his face. he then shook his head and comforted matt by rubbing his shoulder gently.

“oh matt.., you never really know what’ll happen until you decide to make the first move. if you really like aaliyah, then dont miss out on this opportunity. just go for it. me and chris will always be here for you; no matter what.”

matt felt the embarrassment completely disappear from his body from nicks affirmation. giving him a sense of the comfort and reassurance that he needed. “i love you, nick.” matt mumbled. “love you too matt.”

after a few minutes of talking, matt gave nick one last hug before he walked back to his room. he gently shut the door on his way in before jumping back onto his bed.

he grabbed his phone and took a deep breath before opening instagram. he searched intensely for your profile and zoned out for a while before hitting the ‘message’ button.

< aaliyah lacerow 📞

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Hi aaliyah

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matt smiled to himself to calm down, realizing that theres no going back now. the message was already sent and he’d just look stupid if deleted it.

matt could feel his heart almost pop out of his chest when he saw the chat bubble pop up after what felt like centuries. he waited for your response impatiently as his fingers hovered over his keyboard.

“ohmygodohmygod”

HI??!!

is this real omg

Of course

How are you?

absolutely amazing !!!!!!

because of you

how are you

Im good

Youre quite expressive arent you?

you couldn’t help but blush at matts message. you subconsciously smiled from ear to ear and placed your phone down for a second to try and process everything. squealing out in joy as you were quick to type back,

i guess so

sorryyyy sjdkdjcjd

Dont be, its cute :)

oh my god ?!!?!!

you felt your body heat up in a matter of seconds. having to turn your phone off completely and breathe.

“so this is really happening..!!!”

“my god shes adorable.”

matt chuckled at your response while shutting off his phone. placing it aside on his drawer as he smiled to himself. he felt the nervousness from earlier wash away from his system. now, feeling flustered and queasy.

he finally got one of the difficult parts out of the way, so.. what’ll he do next?

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (8)

In which Ollie turns 21...

series masterlist

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scuderiaferrari Happy Birthday to the youngest driver on the grid!

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user1 awww everyone say ty admin

olliebearheart BABY BEARMAN ALERTT

aubreyyang ❤️🎂

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olliebearman Thank you! ❤️

charlesleclerc happy birthday son, can't believe you're 21

-- olliebearman love u dad

-- user2 STOP MY HEART

logansargent happy birthday bro!

landonorris party hard mate 🍾

MESSAGES

aubrey

happy birthday ollie!! im so happy I met u in that paddock :) you make life more fun good luck with your next race xx

ollie

thank you aubrey :)

wish you were in Italy with me us rn

aubrey

:( me too ive been in meetings all week

but party hard!!

ollie

can't Im on a strict diet :(

also it would be more fun if u were here

aubrey

aww poor baby

I have smth that might cheer u up?

ollie

what??

aubrey

im directing a music video for a week in london...

ollie

WHENN HDI

aubrey

😭 mid July? u have a two week break then right

ollie

HIWHFEJOJFE I stopped breathing I have an idea

aubrey

OLLIE WTH WHAT

ollie

WHAT IF WE DID A EUROPE TRIP

aubrey

this might be ur greatest idea yet

ollie

no actually tho

you finish up in London and we can backpack through a few countries

aubrey

WAIT YES LETS BRING A FEW FRIENDS TOO

ollie

oh

okay yeah sure :)

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bearyfast_04 confused because she sends me "xx" calls me baby but when I suggested a trip with her she asked if we should bring friends. Be honest is it over for me 🫠

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landoakabob yes.

-- leosdad NO. it is not over bring another couple (me and Alex) and it'll still be romantic

kimi_possible that picture and the quotes💀

-- bearyfast_04 how I feel fr

chililos55 still waiting for someone to fill me in

arthuranddw GET UR ACT TOGETHER (what was the context of the baby calling)

-- bearyfast_04 "poor baby"

-- arthuranddw ur cooked

-- leosdad Arthur now hes crying 😤

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aubreyyang 🇺🇸

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walker.scobell pls tell me u fell out of the window

-- aubreyyang shouldn't u be at school

-- walker.scobell shouldn't u be w ur man

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-- user1 WE SAW THAT SCREENSHOTTED TOO

-- user2 PLS SAY SIKE im traumatized from mace

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oliviarodrigo 🤭

-- aubreyyang love u Livy!!

olliebearmanfanpage2 pls can we get her to another race I have aubrey content withdrawals

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-- user3 AYOO they're shameless now they have to be together

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f1wagsupdates In recent episode of Grill the Grid, Ollie Bearman was asked what his favourite movie was and his reply was "Station 13. I watched that movie so many times when it came out" and later on when asked who his celebrity crush was as a child, he answered with the star of the aforementioned movie, Aubrey Yang. The two have been linked together more than once...all we can say is that we would love to have Yang as a wag.

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aubreyxloves Ollie Bearman I was unfamiliar with ur game 😳

user1 he's having his tom holland moment AND IM MANIFESTING IT TOO PLSS THEYRE SO CUTE

-- olliexaubes RIGHT the way he was blushing afterwards they're so bbg coded 🤭

user2 oh to be Aubrey yang with her oscar, multiple nominations as an actress and director and a Ferrari f1 driver in love w her 😞

-- user1 low-key I dunno if I want to be her or be w her

-- aubreyyann REALL

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All 2 U

notes: if yall know me from only my x readers, you may not know that im what my friends call ‘the angst queen’. I love writing angst, and to hold you guys over til the SPICY SHIT, I have this angsty one shot :3

It had been two days since you and Wukong broke up. And you had been inconsolable ever since. Not answering calls, barely going outside, crying (as someone in your position reasonably would).. you felt like shit, to put it bluntly. Yet despite all of this, when you got a random letter in the mail inviting you from a ‘Wukong Sucks” party with an outfit exactly your size, you decided to go. Funny how that works, huh?

The party was at a bar, with a fancy chandlier and pool tables. It almost looked like a casino in Las Vegas; Whoever hosted this was rich as hell. You fiddled with your hoodie, looking around. Damn, a lot of people hated Wukong… Ironically, you were wearing a peach themed outfit, the one the mystery person sent you. Despite being depressed out of your mind, you found the mystery person’s humor funny.

“Hey! New one!” You turned your head to see a dark furred simian, with golden eyes and a red marking on his face. He looked vaguely familiar. “Me?” You pointed at yourself. The monkey chuckled; his voice had a slight rasp and a suave tone. “Yeah, who else could I be talking about?” He put his hands in his pockets. “Heard you were Wukong’s freshest ex. Name’s Macaque. The Six-Eared Macaque.” 

Macaque.. you memorized the name in your mind, silently muttering. “Nice to meet you,” You introduced yourself, saying your name as well. “Were.. you the one who sent me that invite? And the clothes?” Macaque furrowed his brows. “No, I didn’t.. Who could have-“ He froze, before pinching his nose brdige. “Oh, that little shit.” You raised a brow from under your hat, confused. “Huh?” The monkey looked back up at you. “Oh, nothing.” Macaque sighed.  “Say.. how about you go on stage? We have a karaoke bar, and at least for me.. singing relieves some stress.” You hummed. “I dunno.. I’m not the best on stage…” Macaque laughed in response. “Nonsense! You’ll be fine! Besides, it ain’t about how good you sound.” 

He led you to the stage, your eyes scanning the venue. There were people laughing and drinking around a bar where a white haired person (who looked more like a kid with her style and stature, Macaque insisted she was well over 21.) served drinks, playing pool and cards, and you caught sight of someone burning a Wukong plush on a stake. You shuffled a bit closer to Macaque after that. 

Wukong pushed through the crowd, covering his face with his sunglasses as his tail snapped on the floor in irritation at the sight of all the people he’d wronged; A few heavenly deities which he stole the peaches of immortality from, Ao Guang and his assistant, hell, even Nezha, the Celestial Realm’s number one grumpypants. What was the commotion? He was just here for a drink, only to see everyone crowding around the stage and burning his plushies at the stake. From behind his sunglasses, he saw two golden eyes whispering to someone with a peach baseball cap, and the sight of him made his blood boil. Macaque. That bastard. He had to use all of his self control to not start a fight right there, right now. But his temper was replaced instantly as a familiar face stepped on stage. “Peaches..?” He whispered, barely audible.

You looked at the crowds of people, clearing your throat as the spotlight shone on you. Your body shook and you started to sweat in your peach hoodie; you were never good at performing. God, why did you go here again? Just as you were beginning to panic, Macaque teleported next to you, accompanied by a shadow clone. He nodded, smiling reassuringly. The bartender gave a thumbs up, grinning. You exhaled, starting to sing a song that you’d been listening to a lot since the breakup. 

“I let you get too close I let it go too far Now I know, now I know Now I know exactly what you are!”

Macaque and the shadow clones jumped in, immediately knowing the song and following along.  Macaque and one shadow clone served as background singers as around 3 more played the drums and guitar; that monkey thought of everything…

“I don’t think you meant to hurt me

Cause I don’t think it meant a thing at all~”

You felt your voice rasp a bit, but no one seemed to noticed as the song continued.

Wukong was in shock. You were really good at singing, and through the 2 years you have been together, he had no idea you could sing. His heart twisted as you sang about how your relationship meant nothing to him. God.. nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But I~! 

I keep on waiting

Waiting to want you less than I do

Oh I do, oh I do, yes I still do want you..”

You held the mic in a death grip, voice filled with grief, and sadness, and rage. Rage about why this didn’t work out. Rage on how depressed you’ve been without him. Rage on how you STILL wanted him, despite everything. 

But then you felt.. guilt.

“But maybe its all on me 

for missing every sign 

and every chance 

and every turn..”

You couldn’t help but flinch when Macaque chimed in with: 

“Nononono, he’s a motherfucker!”

You persisted, pure emotion flowing into your song. Wukong bit his lip, staring at you on the stage. He would be passed on the floor from how hot you loomed if he wasn’t heartbroken.  

“Maybe there’s something here

For us to glean 

For you to teach

and me to try and learn..”

“Cause I am not a thief

But you were mine to earn!

What if I came on too strong?

What if I read this all wrong?

What if we just don’t belong?

All this what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if

makes me

burn~!”

Wukong felt tears well up in his eyes. “Dammit, peaches..” He tried not to cry. He couldn’t cry. Not now. Not ever. Why were you the only one who could do this to him? He was so busy wallowing in his depression he didn’t notice you ending the song and walking off stage. His golden eyes widened, watching you leave before chasing after you. 

“Hey! Wait a sec-“ He called out, speed walking as he once again pushed through the crowd. “S’cuse me- Pardon me- Move-“

He finally spotted you, drinking some alcohol with a dead look on your face in the corner. 

“Peaches!” 

You snapped your head to look at him. “..Wha-“ You paused, confused. “How- why-“ 

“I’m sorry.”

“..What.” 

Wukong stiffened. “Look, I know I’m bad at this sorry thing, and I know I fucked up on so many levels-“

“Oh, glad you could admit it. Want a medal?” You scoffed, drinking some more of the booze as you pulled your hood up on your head. Wukong opened his mouth, about to speak, when you cut him off, voice shaking. “Don’t. Just- just don’t. ..Do you know how much it hurts? For the one person who promised to be there for you through EVERYTHING, to leave you behind and forget about you? I loved you, I TRUSTED you-“ You paused, shaking. “Why? Why did you leave me? Am I that worthless to you? Is getting mire powerful the ONLY THING YOU CARE FOR-“ You inhaled, wiping away a tear. “Go home, Wukong. I don’t like how you make me feel.” 

Wukong’s heart shattered, reaching out to hold your hand when Macaque walked up to the both of you. Wukong quickly adjusted his sunglasses. Macaque was none the wiser, looking at you. “‘Not a good singer’ you say?” The shadow monkey laughed. “Hah. You’re cute when you stutter.” Your cheeks went pink at that. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we’re busy.” Wukong growled, grasping his sleeve. “Woah, there bud, I was just asking if the new one wanted to dance~.” He smirked, and your eyes widened. Wukong, despite his obvious jealousy, sighed, nodding at you as a sign to let you go. You nodded back, going over to Macaque and joining him on the dance floor. 

Wukong groaned. “God.. stupid fuckin..” He stood up, going to leave. Music blared through the speakers, the stench of alcohol and smoke filled the room as he leaned on the door frame, and looked back one last time to see you and Macaque laughing, the two of you suddenly locked in a kiss.

Wukong stormed outside after that.

[lizcameron]

Part of His World | Part One

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Y/n was just trying to get out of town, running from her family and her past. When her dirt bike breaks down in Kildare, JJ Maybank swoops in to help her. Forced to stick around for a while, Y/n begins to fall in love with JJ and his tight-knit family of outcasts. The longer she stays, the harder it becomes to leave OBX as she knows she must.

Word Count: 1154

Warning(s): just some insinuation of family issues, maybe violence

‘“Shit,” you muttered as you hit the brakes of the dirt bike and rolled to a stop.

You got off to inspect, lowering the kickstand. As you poked around the guts of the bike, you wished you had taken your bicycle instead. Seeing no smoke or leaking fluids, you were at a loss. Rising to stand with your hands on your hips, you wondered why you ever thought you would get very far. You inhaled a deep, steadying breath as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you shouted as you kicked the rear tire of the dirt bike. Just as you reared your leg back for another swing, an old pickup truck rolled up and stopped on the opposite side of the road.

“Great, a dirty old perv coming to the rescue,” you mumbled as you steeled yourself, ready to tell the guy to shove off. Just as you raised your hand to wave him off, a young, blonde boy probably around 20 or 21 hopped out of the truck with his own hands up. You quickly dropped your arm to your side, fiddling with the hem of your shorts nervously.

“Woah, woah, woah,” the blonde called, holding up both hands as if to come in peace. “That’s a sick vintage you’re abusing. Ya’ need some help?”

“Um yeah, actually. It died a block back,” you said, scratching the back of your head in embarrassment.

The boy strode over, squatting down to examine the bike. Without a word, he began poking at it. You stood awkwardly, allowing the stranger to take a look. After a few silent moments, he spoke up. “You’ve got a hole in your crankcase - no oil in it. What year is this?”

“Dunno,” you replied. “It’s my brother’s.”

“Your brother let you take his bike out like this?” the boy scoffed.

“Was my brother’s,” you correct yourself. “He doesn’t have much use for it these days.”

The boy looks at the bike incredulously. “What a shame. I’d kill to ride this thing. Even in this condition, it’s sexier than my bike could ever be.”

You blushed a little. You had noticed the stranger’s good looks as soon as he exited his truck despite being confronted on the roadside. You laughed half-heartedly, not knowing what to say in response.

“I might have something back at the house to patch up that leak. You’ll need some new parts if you plan on taking this gal anywhere, though,” the boy offered.

You took a guarded step back. As much as you really needed to get out of town and help to do so, you weren’t so naive.

“No offense, but I don’t know you,” you stated, perhaps a bit too harshly.

The boy extended a hand, blurting out, “JJ.” When you didn’t take his hand, he added, “Maybank. JJ Maybank, friendly neighborhood dirt bike mechanic,” he said with a prize winning grin.

You shook his hand reluctantly. He seemed innocent enough. After a beat, JJ asked, “Now that we’re acquainted, y’ wanna help me lift this thing into the truck?”

You shrugged mentally, figuring you weren’t getting out of this predicament on your own. You toed the kickstand up and began wheeling the bike toward the truck, muttering, “Thanks.”

JJ jogged over to the truck to lower the tailgate, and the two of you lifted the bike into the bed. The bulge of his arm muscles did not go unnoticed by you.

About a mile down the road, JJ broke the silence in the truck. “You never told me your name, ya’ know.”

“Uh, Y/N,” you stated.

“Well, Y/N, why haven’t I seen you around here before?”

After a pause, you lied, “Uh, homeschooled. I don’t get out much.” You didn’t want to mention the fact that you were just passing through on your way to the mainland.

The rest of the ride to JJ’s house was quiet. He didn’t prod, picking up on how guarded you were. The trip was less than 10 minutes, all of which you stared out the window in contemplation of your next steps. You hadn’t given much thought to what you would do once you left. As soon as your dad’s truck turned off of your street that morning, you’d dragged your brother’s dirt bike out of the shed and taken the little bit of cash you knew he kept stashed in the mantle lockbox. Fifty miles later and you were broken down on the roadside.

A small, white house came into view as the truck slowed. JJ hopped out of the truck and you followed to help him get the bike down. You sat on a stool quietly as JJ cleaned and patched the damaged part. You watched as he seemed completely engrossed in his work, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. He glanced up at you, smiling when he noticed your stare.

“Can you hand me that rag there?” he asked, pointing to the workbench behind you. You blinked and held it out, JJ’s greasy hand brushing yours as he reached for it. You recoiled at the spark you felt run up your arm.

JJ’s words didn’t give you much time to think about it. “It’ll take several hours for the patch to set before you can add any oil. I’ve got plans with my friends. You should join,” he proposed.

You didn’t have anywhere else to go, and this boy was nice enough. What could it hurt? “Sure, I just want to be able to hit the road before dark,” you said.

JJ grinned that prize winning grin again.

After JJ went inside to wash up, the two of you were on your way to what JJ referred to as “the chateau.” You weren’t too upset about this wrench in your plans. It was better you broke down in Kildare where someone who could help happened upon you than somewhere where you’d be stranded and vulnerable. You could use the next few hours to formulate the rest of your plan, or maybe you’d let go and try to enjoy the distraction of others near your age.

When you pulled up to what must be the chateau, JJ killed the engine and turned to you before getting out. “You don’t have to tell me the whole truth. I just want to know that you’re not in any danger… or that you’re not an ax murderer,” he said, trying to keep it somewhat light.

You gazed at his face for a moment. It was so genuine. You pushed down the pang of sadness that crept into the back of your mind. No one had shown you an ounce of kindness or concern since your brother had left eight months ago.

“I’ll be okay,” you said with a small smile.

JJ nodded, and you both got out of the truck and walked up to the chateau.

Thanks for reading my first-ever fic. I hope you liked it and follow for more!

More JJ coming soon. Maybe even a bit of Rafe.

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Just finished Iron Flame (I know I’m behind) but here are my notes I took throughout the book.

Also would like to say I CALLED IT with Andarna

Iron Flame

Chapter 1

* Again like in book 1 tairn says “for now” about Xaden being the most powerful… interesting

* Go off girl you tell them you ain’t gonna be talked about

Chapter 2

* okay so first Violet thinks Naolin was something more to Brennen….

* But tairn won’t so much talk about him. He did turn venin taking in too much to save Brennen yeah?

* My sister made sure I saw the rune shaped scar on Brennen’s hand. That’s basically confirming to me that Naolin turned venin and that he did so and saved Brennen and now Brennen is marked to kind of signify that Brennen is his and he can do what he wants with him (like a wyren)

* Ooo a wardstone? That’ll come in handy

* Sgaeyl doesn’t like Brennen. Shit shit shit

* Andarna!!!! She’s got black scales (for now??) that look kind of purple? She won’t be one of the traditional colors will she?

* The delulu!!! “Mom won’t kill me” says Violet. Bitch that lady kill you for a sammich

Chapter 3

* 99% sure we can’t trust Dain????? Seriously Violet?

Chapter 4

* Dun dun dunnnn

Chapter 5

* I hate this bitch (Dain’s dad)

Chapter 6

* “And miss all the drama” andarna my sweet child 🤣

Chapter 7

* Ridoc “no one wants my genuine reactions” I fucking do bro

* Oh yes we’re back on the “just a reminder Jack is very very dead” no the hell he’s not you shut your face

* Go off girl you get those books and shit I dunno

Chapter 8

* Varrish is friends with Dain’s stupid dad. Great.

* THE KING’S SON? Aight then. Go off I guess.

* Annnnd Liam’s sister. Got it

* Solas. We hate him. Also he’s an orange.. we haven’t (I don’t think) met an orange we didn’t end up hating their rider

* Tairn go baby! Woot woot chomp him chomp chomp

Chapter 9

* Poor Violet. I fear the nightmares will only get worse

* Well she’s dead

Chapter 10

* Okay the big kid is venin too got it. And sent by dick heads dad

* “Watch me” lol Xaden

* He wrote her a letteerrrr lol

Chapter 11

* Mira was reassigned to Athebyne?? Of course

* Eat him tairn

* Damn he didn’t eat him

* Yeah yeah yeah I do wanna know if it’s a coincidence or not that she bonded a feather tail after her dads work on the book about them

* The bitch searched her

* Lmao but not tairn

Chapter 13

* The bitch. Both of them. Carr AND Varrish

* She got got

* Hopefully by the torture people and not by someone trying to kill her

Chapter 14

* okay good

* Okay bad

* Jack fucking Barlowe’s dragon. Great.

* Dead

Chapter 15

* I like Rhi a lot….. that means she’s gunna die

Chapter 16

* Jesinia is also toast isn’t she

* Hehehe she got sloane to train. Go off girl

* Stupid varrish. He can suck a dick

Chapter 17

* But I like Jesinia 😭

Chapter 18

* They fighttttin

* Nolon says he’s healing a soul? Maybe? Maybe not?

* Oh. Is he trying to heal a soul?? Like venin… maybe a particular bastard Jack Barlowe?

Chapter 19

* Have I said that I hate Varrish and his stupid motherfucking dragon

* I love that tairn is literally making Varrish beg for forgiveness but by gods this is going to come back to bite Violet in the ass I’m certain

* At least she kind of talked to Rhi

* Stupid motherfucking asshat

Chapter 20

* Lmao “Uhg let’s go throw knives at shit” is the most Mira thing

* Why would ya tell Mira you crazy lady. That’s gunna backfire. I feel strongly we shouldn’t trust one of the siblings so I’m choosing to trust neither

Chapter 21

* Kill Dain. Hate him.

* I really don’t think I believe him.

* I do about her mom though. That lady is a bitch and Violet is stupid for not believing him

* I thought he knew!!!!! Aaric to the rescue!

Chapter 22

* The fucking torture shit

Chapter 23

* Stupid bastard Dain and stupid bastard Varrish

Chapter 24

* the knives unlock the door

* Nice

Chapter 25

* why did a scribe walk by?

* Caroline? Wait she’s only mentioned with Jack barlowe yeah? Oh boy

* Annnnnnd now she’s running out after the whole leaflet thingy

* Devera pockets hers… is she part of the revolution then? I know that’s a long shot but why keep it?

* Annnd there’s Jack. Got it… yay….

Chapter 26

* Xaden is hurt

Chapter 27

* Rondezvous? Hm. Not dangerous I’m sure

Chapter 28

* His ex, Cat?

* Yes

Chapter 29

* Oh good grief

* Get the dagger Rhi

* She got it phew

* Girl you stupid I mean probably not but like a little

Chapter 30

* okay look I know violet isn’t gay but Rhi is and she got a thing for Violet

* Annnndddd there’s a sub level vault

* Jack didn’t get healed (see: he is venin) he just got masked

* Bye bye Eya

* Huh

Chapter 31

* Jack? Okay then.

* A prince who hates his father lol

Chapter 32

* Yeah okay. Xaden killed Aaric’s brother. That checks

* Sneaky sneaky

Chapter 33

* Aaric is bold

* Phew that was close

* Those better be the damn books though. I’m worried they are not

* I feel like Varrish will be waiting on them or something when they get back

Chapter 34

* Uhg stupid Bodhi. Why did you say “well that was blissfully uneventful” you dumbass. Now shit for real for real about to hit the fan

* Bastard Nolon. Why would you take anything from ANYONE right now. Don’t drink that shit

Chapter 35

* I hate Nolon. I knew I hated Nolon. Because he “revived” Jack but uhggggg

* Don’t answer shit Vi

* Liam! Hi buddy

* Haha. Tairn is hunting Solas.

* Stupid Dain. I hate this bastard too

* This is stupid but is he going to try to get her out? Probably not right?

* Well damn if he didn’t do it

* Varrish is dead? Here’s hoping. He did get killed with the venin killing knife

Chapter 36

* show them all!!! Bitches

* andarna is black? That’s not her final color though is it?

* Hehe. You needed dragons right

Chapter 37

* Okay so these nightmares… do we know that it’s not kind of real? Like-hear me out- the venin, in this case the sage, when powerful enough can project into people’s subconscious and haunt them

* Dirty dirty

* Oh no

* “We’re all that’s left of the squad that fought at Resson” usually is followed by another one of them dying

* Tell ‘em Xaden

* ANDARNA!!!! This isn’t a bad thing right……..

Chapter 38

* SHE WILL TOO BEAR A RIDER 😭 SHE HAS TO

* I love andarna lol

* MIRA? This bitch better be joining or I’m fixin to throw hands

* She’s gunna kill Brennan

* Or punch him lol he kinda deserved it though so

Chapter 39

* I just am in love with the fact that she hasn’t seen this bitch in years and POW punches him in the face

* Go off Vi

* I don’t know if they’re gunna have wards though. This feels too easy

* Thought so..

* wait iron rain…? Do they have blood moons in this world? Rain under a blood moon would be iron rain

* Oh boy Vi. I would say calm down girl but ya know

Chapter 40

* Xaden is there lol he’s gunna kill her

Chapter 41

* CAT IS HIS NIECE 🤣 I’m dead

* I know Violet isn’t gay but my god she is gay coded. “…shows her elegant figure to its best advantage…” bitch you gay

* I was literally about to say this bitch sounds like Dain

* No but yeah why didn’t violets shields block out Cat?

* Fuck.

Chapter 42

* It’s a shame Xaden didn’t kill him. But violet is correct. Then they wouldn’t have answers

* Brennan. Babes. No hontey. Why we gonna arm these bitches

Chapter 43

* Don’t die lols

* Tairn is so sassy. He really said bitch you didn’t bond a little house cat you bonded a mother fuckin lion

* Tairn says “kill us” he doesn’t think he’ll survive another rider (aka violet) dying. I don’t think I’d heard that from him yet. Like I knew that he was ~unlikely~ to survive but I didn’t know he would admit it

* Awwww a babyyyyyyy

* Lu is gunna die isn’t she. Damn this stupid arrow thingy

* Or ridoc. Ya know whatever. It’s not like I’m attached to any of these characters REBECCA.

Chapter 44

* at least ridoc is okay Brennan got there

* Everybody knows within the area… including the venin

* Right. Great.

Chapter 45

* Good babes. We don’t trust Jack.

* Reddish sheen to andarna’s scales???? Hm interesting

* Runesssssssss

Chapter 46

* AHA. I knew the knives unlocked the door and it had to do with the runes

* Hmmm interesting. So the rune to protect the marked ones was designed to counter the signet of the rider whose dragon would kill them. So melgren’s dragon killed them and the relics do provide the hiding from him thus countering the signet.

* Xaden trained cat too. Yippee

Chapter 47

* should’ve killed her

Chapter 48

* Xaden has a way with words but like in a respectful kind way not a demeaning “I’m better than you” way

Chapter 49

* Hehe

* Dain. Still don’t trust him fully

Chapter 50

* Oh yippee…… here they come

Chapter 51

* Oh well I feel stupid. The translation is iron ~flame~ not iron ~rain~ so what could that mean…. I got nothing for this one

* Oh the dragons lol not the people I would’ve gotten there eventually I promise

* Girl no. Why you gotta say shit like that. Why shouldn’t we raise the damn wards (other than they don’t work but she don’t know that)

Chapter 52

* Rhi is the best

* Treason. Again. How fresh. It’s not like this always leads to trouble

* This is a prophecy not an empty threat. I think the stupid sage is coming into her mind (see: Naolin isn’t dead and is venin and still connected to Tairn and thus Violet) and telling her what will happen. I expect by the end of this book.

* The “let’s go” is giving Shania Twain lol

Chapter 53

* “We don’t eat our allies” lol little buddy poor andrana

* Uh… why is there a breeze?? Am I reading too much into that?

* And now gravity shifts!!? No no no

* TYPICAL. SHOULDVE KILLED THAT BITCH SOLAS TOO

Chapter 54

* Bitch you hurt andarna you fixin to die today whore

* Go for his other eye lol

* She is as Naolin was???? Uh. Okay a siphon sure but Tairn tends to mean things in multiple ways that we don’t always get the first read though so this comment scares me

* Uh yes bitch we’re ready to hear about the deal with her mom

Chapter 55

* Damn wyvern

Chapter 56

* No but for real why wouldn’t they go ahead and power that wardstone?

* Tairn 😭 “she now suffers with a burden that should have been mine”

* Did Xaden just loose control there for a second?

* I wondered if it was related to intentions. Particularly because of the scene with Dain. No way Xaden let him live without knowing his intentions

* Obviously this isn’t the end of it right but yay the wards work!

* Okay the wards kind of work

Chapter 57

* This bitch I swear. He just got here and I hate him (melgren)

* Yes babes dark wielders have runes omg keep up girl

* Stupid runes

* Also just the fact that Brennan pulled a “YOU THOUGHT BITCH” on his own mother

Chapter 58

* If they’ve been sitting there…. It’s not.. it’s some kind of trap…

* Yeah.. well back to where it all started I reckon

Chapter 59

* Of course Brennan won’t go. Bastard

* Andarna baby I swear to god

* Nolon. The bitch. Kill him

* Of course it’s Baide

* Bye bye Baide

Chapter 60

* For once I guess Dain is okay

* Also. Why the fuck. The actual ever loving fuck. Would you keep that bitch alive

* Agree Vi, mistake to leave the stone and after all Violet has done you’d think her mom might consider her daughter’s opinion for more than two seconds

* YAY! Brennan (the bastard) can mend the wardstone (I hope)

Chapter 61

* “no one dies today” bitch. I think they do

* “I am the storm” yeah ya are bitch let’s go

* But for real someone is about to die aren’t they

* Hehe sgaeyl. Hey bestie

* Rhi said bitch I dare you

Chapter 62

* Not the “good maybe you’ll stay in it”

* Why not hopeful…? What won’t Marbh say

* Typical andarna. Like no chance our girl was sitting on the sidelines watching the whole damn thing obviously

Chapter 63

* “That wasn’t hiding” uh.. what’s that mean vi

* THE SEVENTH DRAGON IS ANDARNA BECAUSE SHES NOT GUNNA FIT INTO ONE OF THE TYPICAL DENS THANK YOU VERY MUCH???

Chapter 64

* She just looked a dragon in the face and called his bastard ass out. Alrighty girlie. Go off

* It is because he knows she’s destined for something greater. That’s why he didn’t kill her

* PURPLE!!! HA

* Okay then… bye bye mom….

Chapter 65

* oh no no no. No cheering. I get it wasn’t easy but babes that was too easy

* Told you Xaden would be venin at some point

Chapter 66

* Okay look. Of all people who are gunna know it won’t be Jack barlowe will it???

General

* if Jack isn’t dead and is venin (because how else would he survive that) did his dragon break the bond with him or is he venin with a fucking dragon

* Wait— if Jack is venin then the wards don’t work like they think they do. Because either venin can get through them or they can be “born” in them.

* Not once… not one single time does Brennen or tairn say that naolin is dead. I feel confident he’s alive and venin

* Wait wait wait… does Violet know what Naolin looks like? I think so.. but would she recognize him if he turned venin? Was he the teacher person thingy at Resson?

* Okay.. okay hear me out. I think andarna is going to be one of two things… either she will be purple orrrr with violet’s comment about her looking green but the blowing it off like it was reflective of the grass. So my other thought is that she’s like… a chameleon? And can adjust her color based on what is needed

* BABES. So Melgren (spl?) can’t see groups of the marked ones right? But why? Here’s my thoughts—my first thought was that is was somebody’s signet, but Sarah said no lol. So my second thought, are the dragons masking them? Are they able to do that? Ooo but also what about this— is it in the tattoos? Like the tattoos have runes in them and they are greater in numbers and blah blah blah. The marked ones have to know how it works. Yeah I like the tattoo idea best right now. Because the marked ones can’t be seen even if they haven’t bonded from what I understand so it can’t be dragons.

* Hold the fucking phone. If Brennan is venin or controlled by venin or whatever (see : rune thingy in his hand) is that why the wardstone thing didn’t work?

* Xaden will turn venin at some point. I have no basis for this. It is just a guess. An educated guess based on RY’s writing but a guess. Violet could also? But not sure. I personally like Xaden a bit better

* On the solas is dead note (which I hope he really is but god knows with RY), the whole “two daggers left in solas” thing. That’s gunna come back and bite her in the ass isn’t it?

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Lilac - Jamie Tartt x F!OFC

Lilac (Syringa) - Meaning: First Love, Reminiscence

Summary: Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer were childhood best friends and had planned their futures together, but what happens when childhood ends and it's time to face reality?

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!OFC Katie Archer (NO physical description other than a name)

Word Count: 1371

Warnings: Language, takes place mostly pre-show, childhood idealism gets shattered, Jamie's anxious/angry reaction is slightly violent (NOT against reader), mention of Jamie's dad being a crap parent, enduring childhood love

Day 3 of the In Bloom Writing Challenge! I originally wanted this to be a whole series, but couldn't find the right way into it so I condensed it into a short fic. Also, this is my first ever Ted Lasso fic! That show is pure dopamine, I swear. Perhaps a teammate or coach of Jamie's will appear in his own fic later this month? Who knows? Oh wait, I do :D

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Comments, Likes, Reblogs are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! <3

9 May, 2009

Jamie Tartt and Katie Archer’s Unbreakable Life Plan To Remain Friends Forever

Become pro footballers (in the same city but not on rival teams or they’ll make us stop being friends)

Marry the fittest people we know (models, actors, or royalty ONELY)

Have neighboring houses with a pool that goes across both our backyards and a football pitch

Katie can have as many cats and dogs as she wants and Jamie can’t say anything

Jamie can wear whatever he likes and Katie can’t make fun of him

Our partners have to be best friends too

Our mums will live in our pool houses when they get old

And, the most important rule of all!!!! 

8. Any changes to this life plan MUST be discussed with your best friend, OR ELSE!!!

Signed,

Jamie Tartt 

Emily Archer

_________________

21 March, 2014

“Who is this? And what has she done to kick Renaldo off the wall?” Katie asked, holding the corners of the poster while Jamie taped them. 

“This,” he said, rolling the poster down to reveal the blonde girl holding two footballs in front of her bare chest, “is me future wife, Keely Jones.” 

“But I thought you were going to marry Heidi Klum and I would marry Orlando Bloom? That way we’d be the Klum-and-Blooms,” she joked, referring to their life plan since they were eleven. 

“‘Course I remember, babes, but I think Keely here is more of a sure thing. ‘Sides, she’s closer to our age.” He taped the bottom corners to the wall and stood back, admiring the poster while Katie flopped onto his bed. 

“As long as you’re sure,” she shrugged, opening her maths book. 

A football materialized and Jamie started dribbling, “Wanna go kick the ball ‘round?” 

“No, big test tomorrow, remember?” 

“Dunno why you’re bothering with that,” Jamie fell on his back on his bed next to her, “Don’t need school if you’re gonna be a footballer, yeah?” 

“Even if I played half as well as you, we both know I’d get less than half what you’d make as a footballer,” she said, rolling her eyes at the injustice of unequal pay. 

He rolled over and flipped around so they were parallel to each other and threw his arm over her shoulders, “Don’t worry, babes, I’ll loan ya cash if ya need it.” 

She giggled and shoved him off her, “Well how will you know how much I end up owing you if you won’t study your maths?”

“Fine! Five minutes to study, then we go work on your football skills. Maybe you’ll get so good you can play for a men’s team and get paid what you’re worth.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at him. He was too charming for his own good sometimes. 

_________

5 August 2016 

Jamie perched on the edge of her mattress, absolutely gobsmacked at the news she just shared. “You’re fuckin with me, right? You…you’re just messing with me.” 

“No, ‘m not. I’m going to university,” she confessed, squeezing his hand that she held in both of hers to try and comfort him.

Instead, Jamie looked at her like she’d just confessed to being Jack the Ripper. “But, we were…what about the scouts from City?”

“I turned them down.” 

Jamie exploded then, yanking his hand out of hers, shooting up from where he sat next to her and began pacing. He crossed and uncrossed his arms, ran a hand through his hair, pulled at the strings of his hoodie. His limbs felt like they were too full of electricity.

“So what, all these years, all the plans we made, just fuckin’...don’t matter to ya anymore?” 

“You mean the completely unrealistic plans we made when we were kids? Become top footballers, marry some fit fuckin’ models, have adjoining houses with a pool going across both backyards? Come on!” 

That was the twist of the knife. 

“Fuck you, ya know that? I’ve wanted that all this time, believed in it! It’s all I’ve been workin’ toward since we came up with it! And you just go and fuck up your half…how’m I gonna do it without ya?” 

She reached out for him again but he backed as far away as he could in her small bedroom. “You’re incredible, Jamie, you’re so talented and you’re gonna go far. But it’s not for me.” 

“You mean I’m not for you.” 

“What? Jamie, you’re my best friend!”

“That’s not…we were…fucking FUCK!” Jamie’s brain felt like it was full of fire ants and his stomach lurched. He kicked a hole in the drywall before slamming her bedroom door on his way out.

The very fabric of their friendship had torn and there was no going back. If she didn’t care about him the way he cared about her, then fuck it. He didn’t need her, he would be the best fuckin’ footballer Man City had ever seen and she’d have to watch from wherever it was she ended up, hopefully somewhere miserable. 

He didn’t speak to her for the rest of their break. He didn’t see her off when she moved her things into the dorms. He never responded to her ‘Congratulations!’ text after his first game with Man City. 

The only response she ever got were three dots, appearing and disappearing. 

And then, nothing.

____________

August 5, 2021

Slipping off his jersey, Jamie couldn’t help but think about her. After all this time, he still remembered why he’d chosen 9 as his number. It was hers, her lucky number, her birthday in November, only 20 days after his. 

They’d grown up together, their mums having met at work and becoming best friends. He sometimes heard about Katie’s life on his phone calls with his mum but he hadn’t really listened to any since Katie had decided to give up on their friendship, on their life plan — the one they had come up with together when they were eleven so they’d never have to be apart.

Katie had seen how difficult it was for him to deal with his dad’s frequent appearances and disappearances and wanted him to know she would always be there for him. At the time Jamie had only gone along with it because she insisted that he could have whatever he liked in their future — it wasn’t until she’d announced that she was going to Uni that he realized the only thing he truly wanted from that list was their future. 

Together. 

He didn’t care much what it looked like, as long as it was theirs. As long as she was there at the end of every day. Which is why it devastated him when she left. Why he’d thrown himself into training and took his new life as a football star for granted as much as he had. 

Now that he was back at Richmond and apologized for his behavior, she’d been on his mind more and more.

Did he pop into her mind ever? Had she been following his career? Seen him embarrass himself on that stupid fucking dating show? 

It had only been five years but if he ran into her now, would they even recognize each other? 

It was a sad thought to have about someone he was once so close to — someone he, deep down, knew he had loved, and even deeper down, knew he still loved. It wasn’t like the love he had for Keely, his only long-term relationship amongst the revolving door of fit women he’d dated.

He wished he could describe it better than ‘a love I grew up with,’ or ‘love I didn’t even know was love at the time,’ but alas, Jaime Tartt was no poet.

He finished his post-training routine and made his way out into the summer night. On a whim, he decided to walk home. He needed time to think. About a block away from his house, he pulled out his phone and let his finger hover over ‘Contacts’ but he thought better of it and tucked his phone away. 

Only to pull it out again a few steps later and press her contact before he could chicken out. 

“Here goes nothin',” he said to himself as the phone rang.

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 12 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad

Lily was comfortably sitting next to a tired Alex on their couch while Bernard, their cat, had claimed a spot between them and was contentedly purring as he lazily stretched out. 

As she was looking at recent pictures she took , Lily's phone buzzed with a message from Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now i am

“Who is texting you at such a late hour?” Alex asked, sleepily.

“Matt, so I can play Fortnite with him”.

“This late? Aren’t you tired after today?” Although Alex was concerned for her friend, she couldn’t help the small smile as she thought about how Matt seemed to often be the subject of discussion lately.

“I guess I am,” Lily sighed. “But if I don't play tonight, we’ll have to reschedule since we are both always busy. And I really wanna play with him.”

“I understand. If you really want to, go play but don't sleep too late. You haven’t been sleeping a lot recently.”

“Yeah don't worry,” Lily reassured her friend. “In any case, I know I cannot really last more than an hour so I’ll sleep soon enough.”

“Okayy, then enjoy your game and good night”.

“Good night as well, love you”, Lily replied as she quickly held Alex’s hand to emphasise the last part of her sentence.

“Love you too”.

The two girls both made their way back to the comfort of their rooms. Excitement bubbled within Lily as she eagerly headed towards her laptop that was on the bed, anticipating a thrilling session of Fortnite with Matt. 

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now I am

Yup i am :) 

Just warning you that i'm a bit tired so I won't be able to play too long sorry

We can always postpone you know

It doesn't bother me

No dw, I want to

So what's your user?

 sk8termikey 

Just added you

MattTheMunch?😭

That’s me

Can we use vocal chat to communicate?

I think it would be more practical than typing and playing at the same time

Only if you’re comfortable with it ofc, if not we can always type in the chat

Shit

unsent

What if you know me?💀 

unsent

If you recognise my voice, no you don't 

unsent

Yeah sure it's not a problem 

Okay gonna active the mic

“Yeah I do hear you”, Matt said as Lily had just asked if her mic was good.

“Great, just send a request so I can join your group.” 

“Done,” Matt briefly notified her, not wanting to talk too much.

“Yep, I see it. Where do you wanna drop?” Lily questioned while she was looking at the map.

“Dunno, depends on how you play. Are we confronting the enemy or playing a chill game?”

“I'm going to be honest with you Matt, I’m all for directly attacking people but I also like to just mind my business like– for example when there’s no one around, I’m literally just building houses,” Lily explained the type of player she was.

“M’kay, so somewhere calm I guess?”

“Sounds good”, Lily agreed.

“How about Shattered Slabs? Not very crowded, I’d say,” Matt suggested.

“Okay okay, solid choice. Let's jump now.”

They both landed in Shattered Slabs and started looting buildings to look for weapons before finding a plan of action.

“Found a green pump shotgun. You need a weapon?” Lily offered.

“Yeah, I'm rocking a grey SMG but I'll take it.”

“Here you go. Now let's push towards the circle.”

As they did so, they unfortunately encountered an enemy duo.

“Matt! Matt! Watch out! Right in front of us, two guys.” Lily warned the boy on the other side of the screen.

“Got it, don't worry. I take left. You focus on the right.”

“Okayy.”

Lily was glad that Matt was careful of his surroundings and able to act in semi stressful situations. Even though she realised he wasn’t much of a talker when playing, she liked that he would still reply to her. Lily was someone who could get really excited regarding video games but she didn’t mind that Matt was more on the calm and reserved side.

They thus engaged in a brief firefight and successfully managed to eliminate the enemies. After that, they decided to continue moving towards the centre of the map, which led them to encountering more opponents along the way.

“Incoming, I'll flank from the right. Cover me!” Matt exclaimed as he was being surprised by an enemy.

“Go for it. I'll keep them distracted.”

Due to their quick and efficient teamwork, they successfully eliminated the threat. As they approached the final circles, the tension was building up.

“Only two squads left. Stay sharp.”

“Damn I've never done a victory royale with someone or with Alex. She sucks a bit and my random teammates always sucked too.” Lily was getting impatient about finally winning a game, thanks to her new teammate and friend.

“First time for everything,” Matt shrugged as he was used to achieving a victory royale either alone or in teams.

The final battle unfolded and after a fierce fight, they eventually emerged victorious.

“We did it! Victory Royale! Yaaay!”

“Good game. Let’s do another one,” Matt suggested as he was getting more into playing with Lily.

A matching smile appeared on both of their faces at the thought of coordinating strategies and sharing victorious moments together. The familiar sound of gunfire could be heard in their headphones while the virtual landscapes kept moving before them, thus creating a digital realm where teamwork and skill merged seamlessly.

~~~

After a couple of games, Matt and Lily were unknowingly sharing things about their personal lives as they were more easily winning each game and therefore didn’t have to focus as much as before on the other players.

“No, yeah and like– we couldn’t not go see them on tour you know?” Lily mindlessly asked as she was shooting someone from afar.

“Sounds fun honestly,” Matt replied. “I hope you guys have a good time.”

“Yep, thanks. And thanks for saving my ass just now.”

Lily, as she was telling Matt about how she was going to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert for the US leg of their tour, was getting easily distracted. She couldn’t be blamed though because in her opinion, Matt was someone you could trust very quickly. She found peace in talking to him as he was a pretty good listener who would occasionally share a thing or two about his own life.

As the duo managed their fourth victory of the night – Lily had absolutely lied when she told Alex she would go to bed after an hour, the girl let her eyes wander to her window whose curtains weren’t closed yet and were letting some faint light enter her room: the city lights from afar were almost looking like distant glowing stars.

“Wait, be right back. Give me two minutes before starting a new game.”

“Ok,” Matt simply replied as he didn’t mind a small break.

Lily had realised that the sky was the complete opposite of cloudy and that she could see the moon. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand as she knew her camera had no battery left, she shot a dozen of pictures before coming back to her bed.

“Sorry for that, sky looked so pretty I couldn’t resist.” Lily explained to her teammate.

“No problem. Send me a picture, will you? Must be prettier than the sky I have right now.”

“Of course bro, I gotcha.” Lily was looking through her gallery to find the best picture she could send to Matt. “Erm, you know what? I’ll give you my Instagram and you’ll have to wait to see it on there because I think I’ll have to edit a bit. They would’ve looked more accurate with my camera but with my phone the photos are missing something for now.”

“Oh, hmm… yeah, ok. Fine by me”, Matt agreed with the proposition as he took his phone to open the application mentioned by the girl.

Lily then texted Matt with the Instagram user of her photography account, which was mostly filled with pictures of the sun and moon. Unbeknownst to Lily, Matt was quickly changing from his main public account to a second one he had – he didn’t post any picture of his or his brothers’ face on it so he was safe from getting recognised as the account had barely a couple of landscapes pictures, simply acting as a decoy to thrive incognito on social media.

Now following Lily on Instagram, Matt skimmed through her account and realised that she really was the female version of his brother Nick. Indeed, as Lily rambled about editing, Matt carefully listened and noted how passionate she was about photography.

If only one of them knew at the moment that this small interaction would be a turning point in their lives, leading to events none of them could ever imagine happening.

“Hey,” Matt broke the comfortable silence between Lily and him after a few minutes.

“Yeah?” she softly replied.

“My brother just texted me that we have something to do tomorrow morning so I think I’ll go to sleep soon”, Matt explained with an unexpected frown on his face – he realised that he was actually enjoying conversing with Lily and wanted to keep talking to her.

“No worries babe,” Lily let her favourite pet name unconsciously roll off her tongue. “I should too honestly. Even if I don’t have a shift tomorrow, I don’t want to fuck up my sleep schedule.”

“Yeah…” Matt awkwardly replied, not knowing how to feel about ending the conversation.

“Yep…” Lily was definitely experiencing the same thing as she wished she could keep talking to him. “Tonight was fun. I hope we can play together again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed with her as a smile made its way on his lips before continuing. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Totally. Well then, good night Matt.”

“Good night Lily.”

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[taiblogcomics]

Taking the "Fun" Back Out of Funeral

Hey there, knit caps. Are ya ready for some more dang-ass Countdown? Lemme tell ya, as bad as this comic is, at least it won't scare someone's dog or set off someone's PTSD, unlike other things you could be doing tonight~

Here's the cover:

Okay, the costumes I understand, secret identities are a thing, even among the cape crowd themselves. But, like, Mia, did you have to bring your bow to the funeral? Like, unless you and the other archer heroes are doing some variety of 21 gun salute, you coulda left it in the car or at home or whatever. Or even just put it over your shoulder, it doesn't need to be in your hand right now. Like, everything else about this cover is pretty good, it's moody, it's framed well. But Speedy having her bow out just strikes me as so dumb in, I dunno. Did they think we wouldn't recognise her without it? Is Mia Dearden the DC equivalent of Tony Hawk~?

So, the recap. Former Teen Titan Duela Dent is murdered by a Monitor, and former Titans Donna Troy and Jason Todd are investigating it. Future Titans auditionee Jimmy Olsen is developing superpowers. Mary Marvel, related to Titans member Captain Marvel Jr, also got new superpowers. Holly Robinson, no relation to the Titans, is in an Amazon women's shelter. Karate Kid, who knows someone from Saturn's moon Titan, is in the past for mysterious reasons. And Trickster and Pied Piper, participants in murder of Teen Titans member Kid Flash, are on the run. We join our heroes at Kid Flash's funeral, already in progress.

So we open with Jimmy Olsen narrating about Keystone City and how much they love the Flash. Like, Metropolis is very fond of Superman, and the relationship between Batman and Gotham is contentious at best (and toxic at worst). But Keystone flipping loves the Flash. There's a whole Flash Museum, if you didn't know. But it's closed today, in favour of all the Flash-themed bars. Because their beloved hero has died. It's only, like, the third time this has happened! You'd think they'd be used to this after Wally, if not Barry. Just saying, this happens to the Flash a lot.

Jimmy's here in a role of official photographer, and he's not having a great time at this, the funeral for a fun-loving aged-up kid. Anyway, Jay Garrick, the golden-age Flash (too often the last Flash left), starts the proceedings. He introduces everyone to Bart Allen's secret identity, since he figures everyone deserves to know the name of the guy who was protecting their fair city. Bart, in case you didn't know or couldn't tell, is also the grandson of Barry Allen, who's still referred to as the Greatest Flash Ever. Geez, and they haven't even resurrected him yet. Give it a year, guys~

So while Jay continues eulogising, we cut over to Jason Todd, Donna Troy, and their Monitor pal. He thinks this is a waste of their time, and I hate to tell you, pal, but this whole series is a waste of time. This might be one of the better issues, in fact. And while he thinks this is a waste of time, Jason thinks his whole proposal to run off and start another tie-in miniseries to go searching the multiverse for Ray Palmer is also a waste of time. Donna tells them both to shut up, since she was actually a Teen Titan herself and wants to pay respects to Bart.

Cyborg comes up to eulogise next, and really, I invite you to read these yourself. Coz it's just a lot of nice things being said about Bart, who was always one of my favourite characters. Whether in his solo series or in Young Justice as Impulse, or in the Teen Titans as Kid Flash. Even the 13 issues they let him be the Flash to lead up to this were… Well, something, to be sure. Anyways, after Cyborg is Wonder Girl/Cassie Sandsmark, and she takes an unusual tack during her eulogy by vowing Bart's murderers will rot in hell. I tell you, no one vowed someone would rot in hell and my grandma's funeral.

So this declaration gets a couple folks in the crowd spooked. In the stupidest possible decision, Pied Piper and Trickster are actually in attendance at the funeral. Guilt, I guess! After Cassie's big rant, the pair of them leave in a hurry, figuring it was dumb to even come. Best they can do is hope some world-ending event makes everyone forget about this. And, I mean, technically that is what happened! After Final Crisis happened, everyone immediately forgot about Countdown--including the writers, even though this series was meant to be leading up to that one~

Piper and Trickster make their exit, but not cleanly enough. Once out in the parking lot, before the pair can go their separate ways, they're ambushed. But not by any of the heroes attending the funeral, including Jay Garrick, who distinctly shoots them a dirty look as they hastily exit. No, who shows up to stop them is C-list Firestorm foe Multiplex. Given his other associate, Deadshot, I'm guessing he was a member of the Suicide Squad at the time. The pair of them take out Trickster and Piper, with Deadshot declaring them to be the dumbest criminals he's ever seen. Yeah, no arguments from me, pal.

We eat up a couple pages still talking about Monarch and Forerunner, who need to move onto their own spinoff where we can really not care about them. Then we join Holly Robinson in her storyline. Athena shows her the amenities, which Holly makes snarky remarks about, but helps herself to regardless. Later on, while she's relaxing in one of those single-seater spa pools, another girl brings her some tea. She tries to shoot the breeze, but Holly blows her off, not interested in building comraderie through shared trauma. But then the other girl remembers to introduce herself. Her name's Harleen Quinzel. Yeah, she's in this too~

Back at the Flash Funeral, we've got Tim Drake giving a eulogy now. I wouldn't want to be the one following Cassie's "rot in hell" speech, but here we are. I kid, but this must really suck for Tim, coz Connor Kent/Superboy just died back in Infinite Crisis, and now he's the only original Young Justice member left. In fact, speaking of, he recalls "the last time it was this bad", a day when something bad happened to Donna. And if you know anything about DC Comics, especially Titans storylines, he's talking about Graduation Day, a comic only better than this series because it was shorter.

Anyways, right around the time the 2003 Titans started up, Bart had just heard of video wills. He had one made eventually, and the Titans have agreed that the whole people of Keystone deserve to see it. In the video, Bart's just recovered from being shot by Deathstroke, which was the first time he'd ever really confronted his mortality, and was the genesis for advancing his identity from Impulse to Kid Flash. And he's also reflecting on the Graduation Day incident. So he's ready to give this Titans thing his most serious try. And he'll be lucky if he goes out even half as cool as his grandpa Barry. Alas, Bart, you were not so lucky.

So while the video will is playing, Jimmy notices something odd about up in the rafters and goes to take a look. But Jason, Donna, and their Monitor fly away before he can get up the fire escape. Jimmy resolves to try and be a hero like Bart, now that he has powers. Meanwhile, the reason why they flew off so quickly is that both Jason and somehow the Monitor are being immature jackasses to each other, so Donna flew them away to straighten them out. Get ready for this to continue to be a recurring theme. So they resolve to finally go looking for Ray Palmer, who will solve all their problems for sure. And the comic ends on another page of Monarch and Forerunner that I just don't care about. Go be in your own spinoff already! I know you have one!

I'll be honest, this is actually one of the better issues of Countdown. Which is sad, because it's still dead depressing. Like, the main parts are well-written, and the sucky bits are all the things that tie it to the greater story of Countdown (Holly Robinson, Jason and Donna, Monarch). But I still think it sucks that they killed off Bart Allen for this storyline. (Both Bart and Superboy would return in the aftermath of Final Crisis, so they didn't even stay dead that long.) Like, if I haven't ranted to you enough already in stuff like Heroes in Crisis about how often DC loves to kill off members of the Teen TItans, here's another reminder. What a load.

And you know what, even though he didn't technically die in this series, I'm putting Bart on the list with Duela, Lightray, and Sleez, because his death was the direct result of Countdown and its plotlines. His funeral's in this series, so it's as good as.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 128 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence.

BASIRA: "Jon. Don’t turn on the light. Go get Melanie, quickly." Get Melanie? For what? She’s not Buffy the Vampire Slayer anymore.

BREEKON: "That’s right. Just wanted to – to drop off a package." That pause after “Just wanted to”. He's so unsure of what he's doing...

JON: (with compulsion) "Why are you here?" BREEKON: "Dunno." (pause) "‘S not right, on my own. Not right. No point in doing it on my own." Breekon & Hope... Still a better love story than Twilight... (I like how TMA makes us feel for people and monsters who did terrible things. But in the end I guess we're all just human?)

BREEKON: "Make me." [AND ALL AT ONCE THERE’S A STRANGE SOUND, MUSICAL YET HOLLOW, AND IT SEEMS TO BE BUILDING TO –] JON: "Stop." Seriously this "strange sound, musical yet hollow" and then Jon putting a stop to it is actually really badass. How's that for recording enemies into submission!

BREEKON: "What are you – stop it. Stop it!" [WHEN THE ARCHIVIST SPEAKS, IT HAS AN ECHO TO IT, REMINISCENT OF THE HOLLOWNESS FROM EARLIER:] JON: "No." Yes Jon, show 'em you're not everyone’s punching bag anymore!

I btw also always thought Breekon just couldn't stand the gaze of Jon anymore and fled the Archives, perhaps tossing over a table or a chair in his way and slamming some doors (Does this count as door motif? Oh, when we're on the subject of slamming doors! There is a video of Sam Sam the music man breaking down the TMA main theme and he said those smashing sounds at the end of the theme are supposed to be slamming a door! Just because it's such a stereotypical thing for the horror genre - see MAG 85 Upon the Stair "And please don't slam the door". Such a fitting coincidence! But I already said in one of those Relisten posts, coincidences like this happened a lot more often than people probably think, it's a blessing for artists!) Ok, lost the thread a bit there. I think the image of the telekinesis comes from the fact, that we don't really hear any footsteps? (And I think, people wanted to give Jon a bit more badassary probably? He's demonstrating it so well already in this scene, why not go a bit further xD I generally like it, but I think it doesn't really fit into canon, he'd be too op.) Thing about footsteps in TMA is it's a bit inconsistent until S5? This has bothered me in a few instances before, like the end of MAG 21, when Martin storms into Jon's office. We only hear the door and the squelching of the worms. No out of breath sound aaand no footsteps. There was another one when I thought it's really missing footsteps, god I can't remember what it was... What I'm saying is, I wouldn't really get hung up on (the lack of) footsteps here.

"We started in a plague." / "It wasn’t the plague they feared; it wasn’t the death that waited in our wagon. It was us. Two strangers rolling towards them, unstoppable and uncertain, wearing faces they would only half-remember, bringing a fate they would beg their god to forget." Hm, wearing faces they would only half-remember... Strangers at the time of the plague I’d think more of those masks plague doctors wore - being literally unable to see their faces.

"Poor wretches who emerged from Millbank, with tales of Australia and its cruelties on their lips, bundled into the cramped and creaking ship that would drag them away from everything they loved. And towards everything they feared. That was the first time we saw what would become this place: The Eye’s Pedestal." Hold on, wait! Is that another reference that Millbank Prison was a place of power for the Eye? The Robert Small was a convict ship and (Western) Australia was a penal colony of the British Empire..

"We were conductors on a train, prim suits and scowls, a relentless beast of iron and steam that never seemed to get you exactly where you wanted to be unless there was something dreadful waiting for you. We punched tickets, ignored questions, and threw off those who looked like they were having too fine a time of it." Lol, is that a dig at public transports? xD

"We carried and lifted and helped the circus move towards its next destination, the next doomed town." Makes me think that they probably would have made superb roadies!

"Sometimes we joined the show, lifting weights and things that looked like animals. Sometimes we lifted members of the audience. Sometimes we even put them down again." First of all, lol, that last sentence. Second, throwback to MAG 24 - the two strong-men!

"And so we took the casket, a hungry thing of the earth, a crushing, choking tomb that will not let you die because it is too much what it is for death to find you there" “Too much what it is for death to find you there”... Saying the End has no grasp within the coffin. And not just the End because Daisy also lost her connection to the Hunt in the coffin. Eye + Web being the only ones with a chance to make it out.

"It was one like us that found it, a thing of shifting names and deja-vu. A fool, that believed because it found the coffin in chains, it would be an easy thing to control, to bargain with." Confirmation that MAG 2's "John" was a capital-S Stranger.

"She took him from me, made us a me." Still a better love story than Twilight!!!

"And she doesn’t get to die for that. She gets to live, trapped and helpless, and entombed forever." There are fates worse than death-trope.

"I have never known hate before. I have never known loss. But now they are with me always, and I desire nothing but to share them with you." Still a better-

JON: (voice shaky) "Statement.. ends." [HE COLLAPSES.] Since Melanie makes fun of Jon in MAG 189 about him collapsing again I have the headcanon that Melanie came across collapsed Jon, was like "Alright then" and just left again. (Maybe she went to tell Basira.)

BASIRA: (inhale, set) "Right. Keep it safe; I’ll be gone a few days. I have some leads I need to follow up." Oh, that (whatever that was exactly) was what Elias was proposing to Basira at the end of the previous episode, not his actual plans about the coffin. Alright, gotcha, I'm on track again!

@a-mag-a-day

[keef-a-corn]

Welcome back to Keef rewatching TFP and you just get the notes!

This is Episode 8 of Season 1: Con Job.

I write Timestamps in, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly out of sync.

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:03 - beautiful shot, damn

00:10 - how does Miko not fall off?

00:24 - Optimus slowly opening and closing his mouth reminds me of a fish.

00:44 - mind me, just gonna enjoy Optimus’s voice over and over again.

00:53 - Bulkhead recognising WheelJack’s voice within the second is proof that they’re gay for each other. It’s not up for debate.

00:54 - I’m sorry but Bee’s little step back looks so polite.

00:56 - you can tell Arcee wasn’t thrilled about having to move.

00:59 - Same deal with WheelJack recognising Bulkhead’s voice.

01:00 - that was a dumb question.

01:14 - Optimus saying Wheeljack in a questioning tone is cuter than I expected.

01:34 - Arcee gets it.

01:36 - HE DIDN’T DENY IT, THEY ARE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!

01:52 - how does.. how does Soundwave have access to full body scans of the Autobots?

02:10 - and here we have waisted potential.

~intro~

03:27 - reference to previous episode nice.

03:45 - smart protocol.

03:55 - mmmm s u r e

04:05 - I don’t know how I feel about Bee so silent.

04:57 - go off, queen

06:12 - ✨Jackie✨

06:20 - so Arcee and Bee were useless.

06:35 - I want to punch her so bad. I’ll consider easing up on the Miko slander if someone can give me a good reason as to why she’s such a pain.

06:45 - hah. He looks so short compared to Optimus.

06:52 - I will never get over Optimus’s formality.

06:53 - I Don’t know why I haven’t mentioned it before, but I really like the way the metal actually has a reflection on it.

07:11 - Optimus randomly gets very expressive here, it’s adorable, but kinda sad considering that he’s not talking to the real Wheeljack

07:24 - sexy walk cycles

08:35 - Beautiful scenery ruined by MIKO.

08:48 - I used to be on a netball team with this girl that would throw passes really violently that the rest of the team would be scared to catch it (she caused my fingers to jar multiple times) - it just reminded me of that.

08:55 - SHH BEE BE(E)ING CUTE TIME.

Look at hiiiiim

Actually, look at this scene.

There’s something so precious about Bee sitting on the floor, tapping his knees to the music, while right beside him Ratchet’s working.

08:57 - they’re throwing a circular object at each other, Jack. Take a while guess.

08:58 - Lobbing? Seriously? They were throwing it at each other’s stomachs. Lobs are high passes. I know, I know, they’re saying it’s a Cybertronian thing, but I’m nitpicking.

09:13 - I f o r g o t this part was in here! Raf dancing like a god and Bee’s head popping into frame like a giraffe.

09:17 - Shh… I love it.

09:19 - The moment Bee makes a sound, Ratchet stops what he’s doing to watch.

09:21 - Precious af.

09:25 - Jack’s obviously jealous of the way the two dance otherwise he wouldn’t have changed the subject, prove me wrong.

09:30 - I refuse to believe that. (Not to mention they’re not partying.)

09:34 - Raf and Bee dancing as the ball flies past is unexpectedly funny.

09:35 - that ball was gonna hit the ground.. how did it fly up??

09:37 - quick reaction time from Ratchet, goddamn.

09:38 - the wheels on his elbows were spinning as he moved and started to calm down.

09:39 - I’m surprised he didn’t threaten to kill them. I would’ve.

09:43 - I dunno why, but I really like the animation during this specific line. I think it’s because it’s slightly exaggerated so you can tell he’s annoyed, but it’s kinda comedic too.

09:57 - Ratchet feelin proud of himself at that moment. *Cri* look at hiiim

10:08 - not suspicious at all.

10:42 - This story telling part is weirdly pretty to watch.

11:10 - These two looking fiiiine.

11:13 - how long did it take y’all to realise that the laugh Bee just did was his equivalent to a full body laugh? I’ll tell ya, I only just realised.

11:26 - Bulkhead’s double take when he realised Wheeljack wasn’t paying attention.

11:31 - translation: *concerned boyfriend noises*

12:00 - I’m not the only one that feels uncomfortable from how that line was delivered, right?

12:32 - Reaction image right here.

12:40 - Both of them looking up at Bulkhead is so cute I caaaan’t.

12:42 - Bee just in the corner. Also translation = *skeptical boyfriend nosies*

12:59 - When you say that their legs could kill.

13:46 - So no red flags going off for Miko? Seriously?

14:17 - Now appreciating the way the bots look down.

14:57 - the way his eyes moved

15:02 - live ratchet reaction.

15:11 - Mmm exaggerated movements, my love

15:18 - that has the energy of that one friend stealing a cookie.

15:25 - after all this time.. ALL THIS FUCKING TIME I REALISE THAT IT WASN’T JUST HIS LOWER JAW?!

15:29 - ratchet: 😯

16:29 - there was quite some buildup for that reaction.

17:57 - Gaaah

18:11 - Wheeljack needs some self help books, huh?

18:44 - rude.

19:44 - And he’s dead. Wasted potential.

19:51 - Another beautiful scene.

19:54 - what’d I tell ya? He’s jealous. Can’t dance nearly as well as Raf and Bee.

20:02 - hell yes.

20:10 - He’s so tall

20:32 - fuckin w h a t ?

20:36 - HE’S DOING IT AGAAAAAIN! FUCK OPTIMUS LOOKIN CUTE JUST BECAUSE HE’S VISIBLE HAPPY.

20:44 - Boyfriends.

21:14 - that… sounded weirdly sexual, right?

Mmmmm that was Con Job.

It was pretty alright, not a favourite ep of mine, but I’d rewatch it in a binge.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Crystal Hearts

Prequel Chapter 21

➽──PREV─CH21─NEXT──❥

Being engaged only last a few days. Alas, it's not because it's been revoke. Because those Oukawa just called the main family ( which is kohaku cousin, called tsukasa Suou ) those couple of days and now they can proceed to the wedding! It seems that your not leaving the estate unless it's official. Well at least in the traditions of humans.

Honestly it's too fast, your not even able to pass a day in the world of fae in comparison! Holy moly, your now wearing traditional wedding cloths. And your side that is invited in the wedding is only Niki and Rinne because they are the only one around.

Aira and your other friends won't come to the human world tell late this month. Your cousin probably somewhere in the crowd wearing disguise as you and kohaku were given a cute flower crown by a dove,

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You look at the three cup of sake and take a sip of each of the cup, likewise your groom did so too.

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Saying vows and such, and being bless and such. It happened so fast. Now your greetings to the guest.

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Later that same day, you look at rinne and Niki who's jamming with the crowd.

"Omae..." You stared at the person who called you. "Hmm?" You hummed feeling a bit drowsy. The person beside you, softly made you lean against him. Leaning your head against his frame. He move his hand so, his oversized outer kimono put around the two of you.

"I honestly surprised your family tradition sure are too fast." You mumble." I thought it be for a year or so. Since we only know each other." You don't know till when you can freely do what you want, so you would want to enjoy each moment to the fullest.

"Ah... That's usually what happened... Well, except for my dad case. He pulled a marriage certificate when my mom win the fight as tradition. To sign in the spot." He chuckle as he remembers how his father often brags about it.

In his early memories his mother when she was with them before, she and his dad would would be like those love sick couple like they are not middle age adults. It's a sight for sore eyes' kohaku thought

" Ohhh! Your dad is smitten then. How nice! Love is very interesting! " You giggle. " Then what's up with your case then? I don't mind! It mean I get to spend more time with you! " You hummed as you look at him, asking silent permission to hug him. He nodded with a blush on his face, as you happily hugs him.

" My dad have a visitor, Few last night. I don't see em but when he finish chatting with the guy, almost beaming, he said the wedding would be in few days. Because the kid (tsukasa)needs to arrive here to attend too. If that's not the case he would say the wedding would be that night. " after a moment of silence. He start to speak why the case of the fast wedding happened, at least what he think the reason is.

" Wow... That's kinda weird. Did you ask who's the person? Don't you think it's sus? " you wonder why he don't think that suspicious.

" I dunno dad just said that he gaze upon my future and speak to em. Or whatnot. Weird huh.? " he pats your head, as he saw your silly face of disbelief.

" Well, your a core fae like the second one. I heard that they can turn back time. Ya know? So it's not weird if that's the case. " You told him why you have a face like you believe his silly theory.

"... Wait that's a thing? I can do that too? " His eyes widen.

" Yup yup! " You happily nodded." Well probably in the future you will. " You added.

"... Do I really go back in time to hurry up the wedding? What am I rushing it for? " he don't think that rushing things would be good. Beside won't it be better if the two of you spend more time...?

" I dunno. I'm not you. And I won't go back in time to do such thing. " you shrugged your shoulder, your not someone who would do such thing to understand the way of thoughts of time Traveller who wish to change the future.

"Ehhh.. ya can do that too?" Now he can't help but be amaze at you. How come your so cool and keep getting cooler in his eyes? Ah, my spouse is too OP, how do I make sure no one would steal em away? Suddenly kohaku inter a marriage life crisis.

"Hmm. But do I have too? Going back means it will change a sequence of event. That's such a worrisome thing you know! What if something good don't happened because of changing such scene?" You laugh, thinking that your not gonna do such thing.

After all people who wish to turn back time are those who don't know what's lies in the future. But you do. So why would you turn back time?

"... Ya don't want me to go back in time to ruined fate?" (Kohaku)

"Ah. It's fine. Since you have your reasons. For me, with all the things that bothers me. That I wish doesn't. I would not mind it. Changing your fate is something you know? I would want to change it too. But I'm full of worry! So I have to take precautions in ever move I do. Even so I don't need too. Im scared. Such burden is annoying but it's my life. "

you sigh as you thought of the troubles you put in the back of your mind, for you to enjoy the moment as it is and don't dwell what's comes right after.

" Ya don't need to burden everything. Just because ya are core fae or whatnot. " Kohaku stared at his 3rd sister who approaches the two of you to offer confectioners and she winked at him, signalling him about something before she left the two of them.

" Well, I dunno what to do if I don't think of it. Having nothing to think about makes the thought of my life being pointless comes in mind. That's more painful to think about. That even if I don't exist the world would been ok. I'm just here to be with you all. " You stared at the sweets and wonder what's the black dust on top of those. They look familiar for some reason.

"... Ya speaking weird again. Ya are here because ya are needed and to live among us. " Holding one of the sweets, he look at you as your gaze follow the confectioners. " Do you want some?" He ask you. You nodded without hesitation as your open for all type of sweets made others after all!

" Hmm. Okii! If you say so! " you give a thumbs up to his previous statement.

Kohaku rolled his eyes as he chuckle hopelessly, he soon reach out to held you close, he gaze into your eyes as the confectioners are being feed by him to you with such affection.

The strings glow bright red around you, almost as if it's pulsing.

"... Cant you have your own preceptive and thought? Why are you easily agreeing on what I say? "

" Well, it is my own thoughts to understand and agree what others believe in! So, to please them I'll agree because I don't know any better than they do about those stuff! " Nomming after telling him your point of view, you enjoy the sweet taste.

" ... " He really wonder why you grow up with such mentality and how your brain work so oddly and off putting.

You look at the crowd again as you yawn, feeling sleepy. You don't feel this sleepy yet as kohaku continue to spoonfeed you those confectioners, the sweet taste felt like drugs that pulling you in a deep good night slumber.

"I'm glad... I'm awake. I meet many people... I would like you to meet my best friend and friends when they'll come here... " Your droopy (color) eyes stared at him.

" Sure. I'll be glad to meet them... "

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" Ai. This is my hubby, hanii!" In the end of the month your friend, aira finally able to come to the human world with his unit. "...what?" He drop his phone in shock at your words. He stared at the stranger with you who's your happily holding hands with. "Say what?" He repeated as if his deaf when he heard your words.

"You seems about to faint. Maybe I should shock you with the news the moment you come here." You notice how his gonna faint if you confirm his nightmare to be the truth. "In the traditions of humans. Kohaku is my hubby!" You quickly try to lessen the effect to your friend.

"AI/AIRA!!" He have fainted and you and his fellow unit who was watching the scene in worry as you all rush aira to put in rhe nearest bench. Mayoi who's fanning aira, hiiro who's holding ice as if the guy fainted from heat stroke or something.

"..." Kohaku who follow suit at your tail since earlier look at your friend and back at you. "Does Your friend likes you?" He directly ask you all. Mayoi almost join aira in the fainting gang when he heard the hubby of yours, frank question.

"Ehhh... Whyareyouaskingthatquestion... Ohgottwhatisthisdrama..." He mumble so fast as he look back at three of you.

" I dunno." You shrugged your shoulder." I get rejected by ai like more than this times." You raise your ten fingers. Shock cover his purple eyes when he hear your words, the fact you like your friend yet get rejected more than ten times. He don't know if he should be worried or be sad for you.

"He said we're just best friends. I'll respect that." You added. The three (more like two) friends of Aira want to smack aira in the head when they heard what you said.

Aira keep going to them about his own situation after all, they don't know this part. Why are those two so hopeless?!

"Why are you so open to say that to me? What if I get jealous?" Kohaku sighs as he look at your best friend and back to you. Clearly your friend also liked you back yet can't express or told you his own feelings.

"Ehh. Wwhhhyyy?" You tilt your head in confusion." Eheh your so silly, Your already my hubby why are you jealous? Beside I'm very loyal as it's something fae were taught! I'll offer my heart to you for exchange~ if you don't trust me eheh " you haft jested with soft chuckle.

" H-huh..!?" He turn bright red at your words as he remembers what it meant. YOU TWO JUST GOTTEN MARRIED NOT EVEN ONE MOON AGO AND YOU ASKING FOR ANOTHER ONE? n-not like he don't want it but it's too fast! Ah! Let him calm his heart first!!' he turn around as his head might explode from the bashful state he is in he silently screams internally as he held his warm cheeks.

"Hibiki-chan. Whatifwhafif... Aira likes you too?" Mayoi can't help but ask you in a barely inaudible tone.

"Hmm? " You look at Mayoi. "I do notice it... But I'm someone who need to be told by the person. What type of relationship they wanted to have with me. Silence and keeping your emotions will not help me understand what to interpret people emotions toward me... What if it's fools hope?..." You mumble your not oblivious but you rather not hope that much. Why can't people be honest what they wish to convey?

But then again, your not one to tell others how you felt. Unless the situation you have with your hubby. Because you trusted your cousin, and your cousin spell doesn't mean you no harm.

Making his silly cupid spell where you will be honest, open and close to the one that share the string of fate with you--kohaku, made you says what you felt and maybe your plan for the future quite often than you would like.

"What are you thinking of?" Kohaku stood beside you as he reach to held your hand, the strings glow bright red as your hands interlock with one another.

"Oh. I'm think about my cousin magic spell." You honestly says. "...cookies." he pull out a cookie from his bag of sweets and your eyes follow the sweets and you forgot the topic at hand.

"You want?" He smiles at you. You nodded as you eyed the cookie."yes." You happily says.

"Ahh." He proceeded to spoonfed you and you happiness nom the cookie.

"There there." He pats your head like your a puppy or a kid.

"Why you treating me like a kid. Hmmp." You pout but you once again swayed by another sweet, this time a mochi. "Ooh..mochi..." You fall in the same bait again and forget agreement with him. "Ahh. Open up " he once again smile as he made you forget what's on your current state of mind.

The scene repeated till you start yawning and fallen asleep against him. The other three watch the scene from the other bench but don't comment.

"...it's nice to meet other friends of my spouse.." kohaku who's holding your sleeping form stared at the three. His smile seems off putting...

"I hope ya all don't try to break someone marriage, even so it's not legal yet in ya ways..." His purple eyes stared at them dead in the eyes, almost felt they looking at a devil. Yet the add sensation of being around of an angel made them ( more like mayoi who's already shaking from everything, mostly from nervousness)

"Hey are you a dark angel?" Hiiro tilt his head as he question the off putting feeling of dread the stranger is giving him.

"... Who knows." Your spouse mumble as he no longer give a single glance at those three, through he give a side eyes at the unconscious best friend of yours before he rolled his eyes before looking back at your sleeping form, as thought comes in his mind.

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➽───NOTE───❥

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[nitannichionne]

Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fanfiction), Chapter 21: New York, New York (Ransom POV)

Oh, yeah. JFK, and I could feel the heartbeat of the city.

I do miss this place. My god, when I think of all the parties I had here, went to there, it's a wonder I wasn't in jail sooner.

I call Mimi as I head for the pick up area.

"Hello?"

"Hey, babe, I'm here."

"Sounds like the airport."

"Yeah," I look around. "I wish you were here."

"Me, too." I see a driver holding a sign: RANSOM DRYSDALE. "Hey, my driver is here--"

"Driver?"

"Looks like it," I say, trying to hold in my excitement.

"Call me when you get to the hotel. I wanna see the room."

I laugh. "You got it."

"Love you."

"Love you more."

I hear her do a little gasp.

"Talk to you later."

"Okay," she giggles softly. "later."

I click off and head to the driver. Aw, yeah. I love New York. I t just makes my heart beat faster. "I'm Ransom." I nod to the driver.

"I'm Curtis," he nods and does a tip of his hat. He takes my carryon, and I wave off him carrying my backpack. "Alright, follow me, sir."

"Thanks."

"Did you have a good flight?"

"Yes, wasn't long." It was actually ninety minutes. Somehow, flying in made me feel as if I traveled far, far from some of the bad stuff in Boston-like my parole officer who isn't that bad, and Mr. Green whom I was happy to finish that part of my community service for. It had been a long three months. Then there were the guys at Clockwork, who I loved having a beer with.

I was taken to a hotel in Manhattan, a nice one at that. It reeked with romance, and I realized that was what Paul meant by "one stop shopping." We were going to do some work around the hotel. Though I was happy to see that, I also didn't like it. My parole officer ordered that I be in a room instead of a rental, he didn't realize how much could happen at a hotel if you could keep quiet or grease a few palms for discretion. I did love having my own room. I almost thought I'd have a celly. 

But I wish Mimi was here. It's nice to work in a place like this, but even nicer to bring her along. Even the room made me wish she was there, and I realized that I missed my chance:

I groaned as the alarm went off this morning. 

"Hey, you." Mimi said softly.

"Hey, you," I echoed. 

She scooted over to me and put her head on my chest. "It's much better today."

"Yeah, I noticed." I smile down at her.  "Nice to see you."

"Yeah," she said, snuggling closer. "Between Jojo and Dr. Renquist, I'm not as queasy anymore."

"That and knowing now that the smell of fish is a trigger."

"Yeah," she says sadly.

"Don't worry, you'll be back to eating salmon in no time, Mimi."

"I never thought a favorite would be off the list."

"And now all you want is burgers from that place down the street."

"Like some people I know," she teases. "I think it's the ketchup mayo thing I really like."

"Me too." The alarm sounds again, and I sigh, "Gotta get going."

"Awww--"

"Raincheck, babe," I tell her. "We can watch anime another day, okay?"

"Oh...okay."

I am an idiot! I realize what she was wearing:

She usually wears one of my t-shirts and pajama pants! 

Come to think of it, she's been wearing alot of really nice stuff lately...tempting me in the mornings...

I get to the hotel room and before I even begin to unpack, there is a knock at my door. I look through the peephole and laugh at Paul on the other side of the door. I open it, asking, "Damn, Paul, were we on the same plane?"

"I got here early to set things up for tomorrow," he laughs. "I mean, a long weekend sounds fun, right?"

"I plan on going home first chance I get," I tell him. "It's almost Christmas, man."

"We're a ninety minute flight away."

I look at him. I plan on being home on the 23rd. What is this guy talking about? The answer I come up with makes me feel bad for him. "Who are you spending Christmas with?"

"I dunno, changes year to year," he sighs. "I was thinking about going to see my sister."

"You two are like cat and dog!" I laugh.

"But we're all each other's got," he shrugs with a grimace. "Mom died, and Dad followed within months."

"I'm sorry, when--"

"Two years ago."

"Aw, I'm sorry, man." The idea of a pal spending Christmas alone sucked. I would get all kinds of presents from Mimi every month-tea and book. Art magazines came every month. Even then, the guards felt she loved me. I would get comic postcards or some that were of places from around the world that I actually left behind when I got out. Some kingpin of the block got jealous, thinking I had friends everywhere (which I did), but when I pointed out that they were all postmarked in Massachusetts, he let up.  I spent time binding them into joke books, some given in deals I had to make. My first Christmas in prison was the best. She sent me brushes, paints and paper (directly from the manufacturer) and I shared my art markers with other 'resident artists.' In fact, I left it all behind, and promised to send supplies to the library. I literally spend $200 a month to try to keep supplies up in there.

"You ready to go?"

I laugh at him. "I just got in, barely had a thought. I haven't shown Mimi--"

Then I'm just in time!" Paul cheers. "The lounge here is great, let's go down for a bit."

"Dinner and drinks," I say slowly. "I remember many wild nights that started that way."

"Aw, I can't help it if the Big Apple is always ready for another bite." He gives me a playlful slap on the shoulder. "We're on a pass--"

"Oh, we're military now?"

"Might as well be, with " the man" watching. C'mon, we should get going."

"The cuffs are lose, but--" I raise my ring hand. "This one isn't."

Paul raises an eyebrow at me. "Whatever."

"See ya in a bit, okay?"

"Alright, Ran."

That's what he used to call me when we used to go out partying. I pushed him out the door.  "In twenty."

The second he left, I called her:

As soon as I got rid of him, I called Mimi.

"Hey, babe," she greets with a little giggle. I smile at my reflection in the hotel mirror, looking at my bed, knowing that my ringer on her phone was I Wanna Do Bad Things With You.

"Hey, at the hotel."

"Nice?"

"Yeah," I sigh as I plop down on the bed, kick off my shoes and put my feet up. "It'd be alot more fun if you were here."

"I miss you, too." She is quiet for a moment. "Where's Paul?"

"Paul is someplace being Paul."

"'Photographer getting my money Paul' or 'I want my running buddy back Paul?'"

"Doesn't matter," I recline back on the pillow. "He's not wearing a ring."

"Good answer!" she giggles. "So, what're you up to, tonight?"

"Tonight is just dinner and drinks," I sigh. "Wish you were here for dessert, babe."

Her little sharp intake of breath makes me smile. "Oh, I wish I was, too."

"But then I wouldn't be as motivated to get work done and get home," I look around. "Wanna see the room? I'd love to bring you here."

"Let me see."

"Nice!"

"Restful, romantic," I correct. "But I bet it's a damn good view in the morning." 

"Yeah."

I note the sadness in her voice as I set my travel clothes aside. "What?"

"Nothing."

"What, babe?" I start 

"In the past, I seem to remember you being quite the party animal there."

"Say it again."

"In the past--"

"Stop right there," I say quickly. "Let's leave it there."

She laughs softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," I say softly, responding to the lilt in her voice.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. "Ah, hold on." I look to see Paul again, and let him in.

"Aw, you're not dressed?" he asks.

"We're just going downstairs."

"But--" he notices my earbud in my ear. "Is that--"

"Yes, Paul."

"Oh, hey--" 

"Flip him off for me," Mimi says with a smile I can hear.

I laugh out loud and do it.

"Rude," Paul sticks out his tongue.

"Just playin' around man--"

"Not really."  Mimi laughs. "Have fun." 

"Thanks, baby. I'll call you when I get back in." After we click off, I tell Paul, "You've got to do better with her."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes. "C'mon man, let's go!"

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[elden-bling]

My DMC witch angel whatever the... Yeah

This might be totally boring but I need to put things on paper so.

This takes place in the dmc universe but takes things from Bayonetta because I like the idea of the games taking place in the same universe.

Let's start with my witch, Katniss.

She was born in [redacted] and is at least over 500 years old. How do you say? Well she was blessed (read: cursed) with immortality. How and why? She doesn't know.

Her immortality isn't just resurrection, it's more like hyper regeneration. Forgive me for the gross example:

If she stepped on a landmine, got all four limbs blown off, became blind, deaf and lost half of her face, she wouldn't die. She'd be lying wherever she was blown off to and her body would slowly regenerate.

It takes longer for an arm to be fully regenerated than it takes for her face to be fixed.

Ever since people found out about this, which was when she was a child, they have tried to make her into a perfect soldier. I know it's edgy, but she'd literally be the only soldier who cannot die.

At around the age of… I dunno, she wasn't legally an adult yet though, she managed to escape that place, being taken in by a clan of witches… or a coven, I'm not sure what the right term to use is here.

Being trained by them was hard but at least she had some human rights! Her body physically stopped aging at around 23, finishing her witch training at 25. She made a pact with a demon named Ishtar, so basically she kills angels for her demon sugar mommy in exchange for power.

Katniss has been through quite a lot, some of the things would be too disgusting to type down so casually, but let's say it left her with some mental scars.

She takes on a more playful personality to hide her own insecurities, weaknesses, fears. She rarely refers to people with their actual name because she does not want to get close to them, in case they die.

Her nicknames are:

Kitty for V

Puppy for Nero

I think that's it for her. Now onto my boy!

Yuuya was born… somewhere in Japan. He came from a very broken home and he got away as soon as he could.

This however did not go as he thought it would.

When he was like freshly eighteen, he was approached by a man, who pretty much forced him into becoming a Lumen Sage. Imagine being taken to a place you don't know, trained to be a fighter for angels just because you were the first young person they got their hands on.

So he became a Lumen Sage, and was told "Yeah basically we are all dying and you're the only one who can now keep forth our people. Have fun."

So Yuuya met Katniss, probably in Red Grave City or Fortuna or whatever(I suck at geography) and he instantly fell in love with her. He just saw her and was like "Yup, that's the one. That's the one I wanna spend the rest of my life with."

Now it did take her a bit to open up to him but holy hell, do they get along nicely.

Now this is the annoying part for them, Yuuya does age. He's still young, like 21, but he does age. So Katniss really decided to trust him, knowing that she'll most likely outlive him.

Things got a lot harder when they had to deal with the bullshit that happened because Vergil separated himself into Urizen and V.

Both of them adore V though.

I'm thinking on how to properly finish this mess. I dunno, I guess what I'm trying to say is… I need to find a way to get rid of that immortality thing and make sure V can survive without Urizen.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary394

10/20-21/24

sunday - monday

finished a strange drawing, today:

there was a mistake with the pattern fill, it's in some of the black zones... but it looks kinda good actually. maybe i should experiment with that some more. super thin lines in a little area with some extra color on them, just to make stuff look a little more textured, i like how it makes it look like she has pinkeye or something.

the idea for this one is maybe strange, i just though about some lolita girl having this thing erupt from her (in all honesty, for some reason it came to me as prolapse, which is gross but i suppose that is the point), and overtaking her, and her sort of candy affectations inflicting a kind of suffering, the matted hair w/ candy all in it, finger wrapped in hair, kind of like, inescapable as an image of something, forced into submission i suppose, swallowing an idea of being something, and then defensively using it until it spirals out.

here's a good song:

very hypnotic riffing, very weird stuff here. italian screamo's always strange. creative people, lots of the time.

i continue to struggle to get back to fear and hunger termina to try and do ending b... i get too sad thinking about killing everyone, last time i tried, i just started saying 'i can't' out loud to myself over and over and then closing the game. i at least got moonscorched marcoh... very sad that happened to him. it's not just his guilt, it also feels like he went mad in an effort to protect tanaka from that fate, which would come to him if he were alone, i'm pretty sure. those apartments are so crazy. i really love them, that's where i knew the game was truly truly special, which is crazy. i love the game so much... it makes me want to do a favorites of all time thing, but it's not like... well idk, they're just very obvious. honestly.

humm, what else. i've been watching a playthrough of sh2, it's been pretty strange to see how not awful awful it is, but it's definitely not great. the way the areas are designed, it seem aggravating, on top of that, there's too much combat that plays like, it seems honestly like the original plays better in that you aren't really paying attention to combat ever, you're like, seeing these odd and unpleasant things show up, and you wander past them, sometimes you fuck up, and they make things a little harder, sometimes you hit them with a pipe for a couple seconds, sometimes you run past and then get into an empty room, and then have to leave and run past again. in most ways, fear and hunger takes this in an actual constructive direction because making horror games turn based is really really good i think. but, either way, the original flow was fine, you were more immersed in a place, and the camera let you absorb that place better. fixed cameras really help so much. i dunno why people only use them in a retro way, when they're actually like, almost like, the most profoundly useful thing you can do to highlight an area / make it feel like something i think. that and pixel art... idk,,, those lately have felt more capable than much else.

the voice acting isn't so bad though, it's okay the direction they took, sad it's not so lynchian but really most of the game is not, now.

i need to sleep, i'm gonna see my friend tuesday, so i need to be normal again,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!