#if he's not cassidy then oops

[vestathenervous]

Cassidy

[hey-heigo]

what if. we were both ponies. but also still haterss

damon and eva | grace and wolfgang | toshiko and ulysses | diana and kai | desmond and eloise | jett and mark | ingrid and cassidy | jean and wenona

design notes vvv with prologue spoilers

had a hard time incorporating an animal into grace's cutie mark so in the end settled on using negative space - an awkwardly shaped golf course sharing an outline with a rabbit

tried to put sporty/athletic wear style markings on the legs and ears but something kind of like a golf course on the haunch?

i dont know how grace is going to hold a golf club but i think if anyone could manage it it'd be her

i tried to pattern wolfgang like a jacob sheep, which is a sheep breed whose name comes from the bible, and also kind of reflective of his weird duality. but the pattern came out looking more like a cow instead. oops

his cutie mark is a set of scales with a sword overlaid. if you look at just the outer outline the top half is supposed to look somewhat like a sheeps head (with 2 sets of horns). it's also only in black and white bc of how divisive he is about right and wrong

he gets wings because he's kind of 'the leading' character and everyone in the cast (sans damon and eva) trust him...angel imagery etc... also to further emphasize the difference between him and damon despite their similar talents

[mellowswriting]

HELLLLOOO sinful sunday (monday) is back?! ok with javi p - javi having his way with you infront of a mirror when y'all are newlyweds and the seeing your rings in the mirror together turns him on (idk does that make sense?)

married man

pairing || husband!Javier Peña x f!Reader

word count || 1k (oops)

summary || the sight of you with his ring on your finger, so proud to be his little wife, does something to Javier.

content || SMUT, unprotected p in v, ring kink (is that a... thing??), wife kink, mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, praise, unbeta'd

a/n || this got... out of hand. this was only supposed to be a few hundred words, yet here we are. i swear you're gonna give me a heart attack with these asks one of these days, cassidy. love u for it tho

sinful sunday | Javier Masterlist | Main masterlist

Four days have passed since Javier swept you away to a little tropical paradise. Four days since his shaking hands slipped that ring onto your finger. Four days since he made you his wife. 

It still doesn’t feel real to him. 

Javier watches you at the little bar on the beach. You’re waiting for the next round of drinks, a whiskey for him and something sweet and fruity for you. The woman next to you couldn’t help but compliment how beautiful you look - he can’t blame her, either. You’re simply radiant, especially in the glow of the sunset over the water. The smile on your face as you chat with her blows him away, as always. It’s the first thing he noticed about you all those years ago. That sweet smile as you held your hand out and introduced yourself has stuck with him every waking moment. 

A small movement catches his eye - your thumb carefully rubbing the set of rings on your left hand. It sends an unexpected thrill up his spine. Javier shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly together than before. The woman asks you about the rings and you happily tell her that you’re just married the love of your life a few days ago. You point him out to her and he tries his best to give a polite smile, despite the way his cock aches against his zipper. Her eyebrows raise as she returns her gaze to you, clearly admiring. 

The conversation ends on a note of what a beautiful couple you make. Javier couldn’t agree more. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to let you finish your drink. All he wants to do is whisk you back to your little bungalow of wedded bliss, but he bides his time. He can’t help but keep his hands on you, though - his hand squeezing your thigh, his lips brushing against your cheek, his fingertips tracing your wedding band. 

The moment he has you alone, Javier strips you out of that pretty little dress and drags you into the bed. The sound of your playful laugh only makes him even more ravenous. His hands wrap around your thighs and force them open, his knees hitting the hardwood floor so hard that they’ll bruise. The taste of your cunt blooms across his tongue, all salt and woman. Your hands dig into his hair, wrenching his curls in your fingers and pressing him closer. 

He eats you out like a man starved, all messy tongue and slicked fingers. He watches you take them, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. The sight of your slick drenching his wedding band ignites something inside him, something possessive and greedy that he just can’t rein back. His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot over and over, his tongue swirling around your clit until your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head. 

He doesn’t care. If he suffocated right here, he would die a happy man. 

Javier doesn’t bother giving you time to recover. He manhandles you to the edge of the bed and onto your knees. The huge mirror on the wall gives him the perfect view as he sinks into you in one easy stroke. The pace he sets is devastating. He pulls almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt all over again, his fingers digging into your hips. Every thrust forces the sweetest sounds from your mouth. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you hide your face in the soft fabric. Javier can’t have that. 

His bicep curls around your throat and he pulls you up, his chest pressed against your back. Careful not to restrict your breathing, he supports your body with his other arm wrapped around your waist. His pace doesn’t falter. His eyes never leave the sight of you in the mirror. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he can hear those precious cries, sung right into his ear. Your hands find purchase on his forearm, little red lines following the rake of your nails. The light glints off of your wedding ring, the diamond refracting shimmers on your fingers. 

It damn near sends him over the edge. 

“My pretty little wife,” He grunts, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Takin’ it so good for me, aren’t you? That’s it… that’s my good girl.” 

The praise ignites something in you. He can see it in your eyes. You work your hips back against him, meeting every thrust with a greediness that has fire singing in his blood. Goosebumps follow his touch as his hand skirts down your belly. You whimper his name as his fingers brush your clit. Every swipe of his fingertips makes you jerk and shudder against him. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm. He isn’t letting you out of this until you’re so fucked out you can’t remember your own name. 

You can barely choke out a warning that you’re close, but he doesn’t need it. He can tell. He knows your body better than his own. Every quiver, every hitched breath, every sharp moan tells him he’s almost got you there. He fucks you through the crashing wave of euphoria, reveling in the wet gush that coats his thighs. He buries himself deep, his hips flush against your ass as he fills you with his cum. 

Javier holds you there for a moment. He can feel the rapid flutter of your heart where his arm is pressed to your throat. You cling to him as your breathing evens out. 

“I love you, Mrs. Peña.” He murmurs in your ear. 

You huff out a laugh, a teasing lilt in your voice. “I love you too, Mr. Peña”

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Puppet girl wanted her to get to know the other ghosts in the pizzeria. To help her "adjust." To prevent corruption from taking over her soul.

Well fine. Cassidy could do that, even feeling the rage boiling under her skin as she considered the thought of anything other than plotting her revenge on their killer. Did the puppet even care? Probably not.

Still, Cassidy could handle it. She could make friends with that quiet kid who never left the suit. Puppet girl hadn't even had a chance to have a conversation with him yet since she was too busy babysitting everybody else to prevent them from corrupting.

The golden suit was crammed far back in the corner anyway. Nobody really seemed to acknowledge it, and Cassidy knew that the puppet girl only knew about it because she'd put Cassidy's soul there. Unintentional companionship, Cassidy thought to herself, squatting down in front of the suit to examine the eyes.

Sometimes there was a faint pinprick of light when she did this. Other times, there wasn't hardly anything to spot. Today was a bad day. She squinted intently, trying to make out the spot of light that she knew was there constantly, but there was no sign.

Resigning herself to actually talking to this kid was maybe not a good idea. He was hard enough to communicate with on a good day, and today was definitely not one of those. Still, Cassidy dove straight into the suit, knowing she'd have to go deep to find the quiet kid who shared the suit with her.

"Are you down here?" Cassidy called, looking around the eerily red space. "Hello?"

She heard a faint sob in response and hurried over to it, seeing him curled up in a ball on the weirdly colored grass.

"Okay," Cassidy sighed, pulling him upright. "What's the deal?"

The boy had his face buried in his hands still, something that continually frustrated Cassidy. They'd encountered each other briefly before, and he never tended to speak. She knew there was the lingering mark of death on his face, a flag of red spilling down an otherwise monochrome appearance.

In life, Cassidy might've even said he was cute, but she didn't have time for such things anymore.

Her fingers looped around his wrists as she adjusted herself to sit in front of him. "Look, I'm not typically the pushy type, but you're the person I know best out of anybody here, and I'm supposed to be making friends so that I don't get corrupted or whatever. Which means you gotta deal with me."

He didn't respond, even as she managed to peel his hands away from his face, revealing thick, oily tears that spilled all the way down his face and coated his hands. Corruption, Cassidy thought suddenly, a chill running through her.

"Okay..." Cassidy exhaled slowly as he peered at her through his eyelashes, briefly distracted from his emotional turmoil.

She swiped at the substance, hoping it was easy to remove, but she ended up smearing it across his face more. "Umm, oops?"

He only blinked at her, seemingly unbothered by the mess.

"Look, I gotta be honest here. This is way out of my range of knowing what I'm doing. And uh... puppet girl says corruption is bad." Cassidy gestured at their hands, coated in corrupted something or other. "And this stuff looks like corruption."

"Oh," the boy answered softly. He glanced at his hands and then at hers. "I'm sorry."

"What? No, you don't need to apologize. We just need to-" Cassidy took a deep breath, something she wished was still helpful. "Okay, why were you crying?"

The boy's mouth thinned, trembling slightly.

"Never mind," Cassidy said quickly. "Could you tell me your name?"

"I... I guess..." he replied, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm... Evan..."

"Okay, Evan." Cassidy tried to smile at him. "I'm Cassidy. I possess Golden Freddy."

"That's not his name," Evan said immediately, his mouth turning down in a frown. Something flickered in his eyes, a memory of some kind. "His name is Fredbear."

"Uh huh." Cassidy didn't know what to make of that. She really did need to talk to the others, didn't she? Clearly, there were many things she didn't know. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that. I just kinda gave him a nickname, I guess."

"It's alright." Evan clasped his hands together in his lap. "That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, yeah..." Cassidy looked down at her torso, still unimpressed with the fact that the bloodstains had carried through with her death. "It's a symptom of death, I guess."

"Do I... Do I have one of those?" Evan asked, his mouth creasing in worry. "Is it on my face?" His voice seemed to get higher with every realization.

"I-" Cassidy didn't know how to respond as he crumbled into tears again. "Yes? I mean, we all have those. It's okay, don't cry."

Her reassurance didn't seem to get through to him.

"Hey," Cassidy pulled him into an awkward hug, making him tumble half into her lap. "It's not a big deal. Even puppet girl has some bloody marks on her face too. And her neck."

Evan hiccuped. "Really?"

"Yeah, it's something we all deal with. I mean, it still sucks because that's so invasive to just know how other people died, but-"

"At least we're all in it together?" Evan asked, the tears spilling from his eyes no longer dark and inky.

"Yeah." Cassidy tried to smile at him. "We've still all got some stuff we can keep private though, like what we were like when we were alive, but as far as dying and our killer go, we got stuff in common."

"Our killer?" Evan seemed horrified. "He killed other people? Besides me?"

"Yeah? He killed all of us," Cassidy's mouth twitched. "Did you not assume that?"

"I thought it was an accident. He said he was sorry and that it was an accident," Evan started muttering to himself, hyperventilating.

"Okay, I think you need to calm down a little bit-"

"Calm down? We're dead because of him!" Evan's eyes flashed, and the hysteria in his voice increasing as he spoke. "He lied to me!"

The black inky substance was leaking from his eyes again.

"Evan, we all had that feeling of hopelessness that you're feeling right now, and I know it hurts, but please. You'll be corrupted if you don't calm down!" Cassidy felt pressure rising behind her own eyes as she spoke. The threat seemed much more likely now that she was witnessing it happen.

Evan shuddered in her arms as she tried yet again to wipe away the tears. "I'm so bad at this," she said to herself as she continued to make it worse.

"Join the club," Evan whispered, gripping his elbows with what would've been bruising force in life. "I can't ever seem to get anything right, either."

"It looks like I made a finger painting on your face," Cassidy admitted, wrinkling her nose.

Evan huffed out a small laugh. "Probably an improvement to how I looked before."

"Nah, I think you're cute, but I made it worse." Cassidy scoffed.

Evan froze. "You... what?"

"I made it worse?" Cassidy answered with a questioning tone. "Like, I made you cry a bunch, and then I smeared it all over."

"Oh, right. Yeah, that makes sense." Evan shook himself out of something.

"Did you always used to cry this much?" Cassidy asked, suddenly curious. She'd never heard him talk so much, and he was going to probably never do this again.

"Always," Evan said regretfully. "My family hated it. Mikey and Lizzie said I was the crybaby of the family, and they were right. It was so stupid. Mikey told me to 'man up' all the time and be a better older brother to Lizzie, but I just..."

"Your brother sounds like a jerk," Cassidy said.

"He's worse than a jerk, since he killed all of us," Evan huffed, peering up at Cassidy's face.

"Wait, what?" Cassidy frowned, suddenly confused. "Jeez, how long ago did you die?"

"Like... four years ago?" Evan answered, sitting up.

"But..." Cassidy was even more confused. "You seem too young to have died so recently. Like, your brother is a full-grown adult."

"No he isn't." Evan's face wrinkled up. "He was only fourteen when I died, so he wouldn't be older than eighteen right now."

"That makes no sense." Cassidy replied, shaking her head. "I died two years ago, and he killed me while wearing that stupid yellow bunny suit."

"Rabbit suit?" Evan echoed. "No, that wouldn't be Mikey. Mikey hated Spring Bonnie. Father kept trying to convince him to have more interest in the animatronics, but Mikey only cared about Foxy."

"Then..." Cassidy's throat tightened. "We weren't killed by the same person. We couldn't have been, not if you were killed by your brother."

"You were killed by my father," Evan told her, his face twisted in a different kind of sorrow.

He's trying to tell me without making me cry, Cassidy realized. How could anyone end his life like that? Evan was too sweet for his own good, and clearly some people hadn't appreciated him the way they should have.

"How do you know that?"

"He never let anyone else wear that suit, Cassidy. Not unless something changed after I died."

"Oh..." Cassidy didn't know how to feel about that. "So, your brother killed you, huh?"

"It was an accident." Evan stood up. "I don't..."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Cassidy said quickly. "I was just curious."

Cassidy stood up and glanced around a bit. "Do you ever wonder why everything down here is red?"

"Sometimes," Evan shrugged. "I don't see anything in any other color anyway."

"You... don't?"

"No."

"Have you ever left the suit?" Cassidy asked. "I only ever see you down here."

"I didn't know I could leave." Evan blinked at her.

"Come with me." Cassidy said suddenly. "You have actually been living under a rock, for real. Come see where we are."

"Oh. Okay..." Evan reluctantly followed Cassidy as she made her way out of the suit and back into the real world.

"So, this is Parts and Service." Cassidy gestured at the grungy room filled with broken animatronics.

"Who is this?" Evan asked softly, having walked away from Fredbear to trace a line down Foxy's snout.

"That's Foxy," Cassidy answered, coming to stand by his side. "Fritz doesn't tend to hang out around the suit much, not during the day anyway."

"Wow," Evan said, his voice wavering. "They actually made them all into animatronics?"

"Yeah, there's Freddy, and Foxy, and Bonnie, and Chica. They're a bit rusted out, and now they're just used for parts, but..." Cassidy shrugged. "I mean, the kids go around and have fun during the day, pretending to still be alive."

"You say that like you don't," Evan turned to her, clear tears running down his face. Does he ever stop crying? Cassidy wondered.

"I don't tend to join in. I'm a bit too aggressive for the things they like to do."

"What do you like to do, then?" Evan asked, his hand still resting gently on Foxy's head.

"I don't know. I just don't feel like playing anymore. I don't feel like pretending to be alive when I know we were all murdered, you know?"

"I guess..." Evan blinked. "What if you could help kids who were still alive?"

"Help how?"

"I don't know. Cheer them up when they're down or something, I guess. Like you did with me."

"I wouldn't say I cheered you up," Cassidy scoffed. "You're still crying."

"These are good tears," Evan replied.

"Well, I don't think that would work, in any case. Nobody can see or hear us."

"They can't?" Evan sounded disappointed. "Well, that's..."

"They can see the suits moving, at least," Cassidy offered. "It's just that you can't really communicate, and I've only ever used the suits to scare the security guards."

Evan stroked the fake fur on Foxy's head, not seeming to really be listening anymore. His shoulders drooped and the tears were darkening again.

"Hey, what's up?" Cassidy asked, finding herself reaching for Evan's face yet again to clear up the corrupted tears.

"It's nothing."

"Clearly that's not true," Cassidy pointed out, holding her inky hand in front of Evan's face. "Tell me what's going on."

"I want to see my family again. I guess I was just hoping that I could tell my brother that I forgive him and miss him and-" Evan cut himself off with another sob. "It's stupid."

"It's not stupid," Cassidy replied stubbornly. "I bet we can find a way."

"What if he doesn't even come here, Cassidy? What if he-"

"Foxy's his favorite, you said, right? Well, if that's true, we need to find a way to get him back in commission so your brother comes back. And then we can try to find a way to get communication between you two again."

"Why are you helping me?" Evan asked. He looked so silly with his face all squished like this, but Cassidy couldn't help it.

"Because I'd like to do something good for once," Cassidy whispered. "And I think it'd be nice to see you smile."

"Oh," Evan answered as Cassidy stretched his cheeks up to force his mouth into a makeshift smile. "Hey, stop it!"

Cassidy laughed. "Make me."

Evan swatted at her hand, a short huff of laughter escaping his mouth. "I can't!"

"Then you're stuck! Oh no, how terrible it is to smile again!" Cassidy grinned in his face, finally relenting in time to see him naturally smiling.

He giggled. "You're ridiculous, Cassidy."

And you're adorable, Cassidy thought fondly, surprised by the sudden protective urge that washed over her. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I dunno. Depends on if you're ticklish or not," Evan replied, the silver of his eyes gleaming menacingly as he dug his fingers into his sides.

Cassidy gasped, surprised that the same jolt of nerves she'd always felt when she was alive was still possible as a ghost. "Hey!" She laughed, even as she crumpled forward, tucked into Evan's shirt as she continued to struggle.

"You want to know the best part about this?" Evan asked, grinning down at her. "I don't even have to stop."

He was right, Cassidy realized. She was laughing so hard she couldn't draw breath, but since they were dead, it didn't make a difference. It's crazy how much joy there still is, even after dying, she thought, still struggling to squirm free.

Maybe the puppet girl had been right after all. Cassidy just needed to make some friends.

Or a friend, she thought looking up at the laughing boy who shared the suit with her.

There was still joy after death.

Especially with Evan around.

Thank you to @pixlokita for this adorable piece of fanart for this, by the way!

[peydawgz]

COLE CASSIDY X FEM!READER || TANGLED AU!

For @resident-cake-anon !!!

No warnings!!! Just cute and fluffy!! A little bit of blood here and there though oops! I also wrote this at 5am sorry oops!!!

You had only known life in the tower. A woman you thought you could call mother was all you knew, and she was the one keeping you locked away from all the other people. “Traitors, judgements, robbers, thieves, criminals they all are out there!” She told you time and time again, but it seemed to you that all she cared about was your magical hair, that glowed as you sang a beautiful melody she’d taught you when you were young.

No, she didn’t care about you, or the beautiful paintings you drew on the walls of the interior of your room. Your only friend wasn’t even a human, but your little pet that you loved dearly.

The only thing you had to look forward to were beautiful lights shining in the sky each night of your birthday…

Deep down, you wished for someone to come take you away from all of this loneliness. You would make a wonderful bride to anyone willing to stumble upon your tower, you thought. You’d learned so many hobbies over your many years kept here, and so many chores you did every day just to have something to do.

Just as you’d hoped for, it happened after all.

Your “mother” had gone off to scavenge for supplies, you begged each time for her to take her with you and and this time was no different as she instantly denied your pleads. You tried to ask for permission to see the lights on your birthday, but she repeated her statements again as always, how cruel the outside would be to you, all because of your magical locks of hair…

And so, as you did your morning routine lineup, something different happened today. Somehow, without letting your hair down, some kind of thief had broken into the tower! You feared for your life, only knowing what the wicked woman told you…

You didn’t even react or look at him, just swung the nearest thing you could grab, a frying pan, right against his head, sending him falling to the floor, unconscious.

Curious, you poke at the cowboy hat that covers his face, and it falls to the floor beside him. He’s so, ruggedly handsome. He has weapons on his belt- a gun- you quickly take that off of his person and mark him as very dangerous, no matter how cute he is! You drag his body, settling him into a chair after bonking his head several more times, and tie him up there. You find the bag that he’s got on him, taking a peek and instantly regretting it. ‘Oh my god… he’s stolen this crown…’

He comes to, and you’re standing there threatening him with your frying pan. “How did you get here?! Who are you!?” You demand.

He doesn’t budge, in fact he’s smirking at you with a cocky look on his face. “You don’t scare me with that. You’ve got my gun, scared to use it?” He bickers with you. He’s testing you. But he knows you’ve got the upper hand, with him tied up…

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll turn you in for this little crown you stole.” You threaten, though you’re clueless to how you would, it still seemed to scare him. You dangle the precious little thing in your fingers, and he breaks.

“Cole Cassidy. I climbed, how else would I get inside?”

“Why are you here, though? What do you want from me? My hair?“ you ask him.

“What?? Why would I want your hair, darlin’? No, I’m… hidin’ out. I need that crown, don’t turn me in, please.” He sounds defeated, and you almost feel bad for him. For him, this crown could mean everything. And for you, the lights are everything. So you strike up a deal.

“I’ll tell you what. You will take me to see the lights in the sky in two days, and you can have your crown.” You take his bag, throwing it over your shoulder.

He looks confused for a second, and you try to explain how special these night lights are to you, you see them every year on your birthday, it must be something special calling you there!

He agrees, and you hope he’d follow through with the plan, and take you where you needed to be.

The second your feet hit the grass, you were scared. You almost wanted to climb back up into the tower, terrified by all those words you’ve head a million times. But then the butterflies hit you, and when you looked up and saw the forest, how beautiful and green everything was… you jumped, rolled around, and ran as you were overjoyed to be finally free for once, and Cassidy watched you in amusement. Was this really the first time you’d ever been outside? He wondered.

He took you to a wonderful little pub, that scared you at first, but you warmed up to each and every one of these criminals, sharing your love of following your dreams. You soon find out, Cole is still being chased, as you two suddenly have to stop your happy moment and duck under the bar with him. Who were these people? Authorities? They held up posters plastering a badly drawn photograph of him, saying WANTED.

The barkeep helped you two escape into some type of underground tunnel, and you moved fast as you prayed those bad men were not going to get in your way of reaching your dreams.

As you are being chased, you become trapped in the tunnel, slowly filling with water and you start to really believe that your dreams won’t come true. Cassidy pounds at the walls around you two, trying to desperately climb out somehow. His hands are bloody…. He searches for any kind of opening between the rocks within the darkness as you start to feel uneasy and cry out for your life. “There’s no light…. No way out… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you follow your dream, Y/N…” he sadly holds your hand, trying to comfort you as the water reaches your heads.

Suddenly, you remember the magical properties of your hair, making you laugh at first from how stupid it seemed, such an easy fix. You raise your head in the last air pocket, singing your harmony as your hair begins to glow around you.

At first, Cassidy’s eyes are wide in disbelief, almost frightful of your magic, but he understands your goal, and follows the trail of your illuminated long hair to push the rocks out of the way for an exit.

You cough and gasp for air as you laid on Cassidy’s chest after he’d pulled you from safety. You both start to laugh a little from the crazy situation, just happy to be alive…. With each other.

“What was that? That was amazing!” Cassidy says excitedly, and you start to explain to him as you sit up, moving off of him in embarrassment.

You notice that he is hurt, and to demonstrate your magic you start to wrap your long hair around his wounded hands, singing softly to him as you did so.

He looks comforted for once, not running away from anything and just sitting with you, listening to your beautiful voice. Was he falling in love with you?

Too soon your song stopped and his hands had been healed by you. He bashfully looked away, muttering a thank you. Not so interested in your hair, just… you. And how much you seemed to care about everything and how kind hearted you were.

You two set up a little camp in the woods, drinking coffee and watching the stars. He told you a little about himself, his life of heists and gangs, but also how he’d just always been a troublemaker. He didn’t know any better. The same as you didn’t know anything but your tower, his tower was a prison cell.

The next day, your birthday, you two approached the city. Bright suns were patterned all around, and you admired them. You were bright with joy, just wandering around the streets and playing with all the small children. She little girls decided they loved your hair, tying it up in a beautiful braid for you with some flowers. They tell you a tale of a lost princess from their kingdom. You danced with them, drew little pictures with their chalk on the pavement and let your inner imagination come out.

Cassidy adored you, staying back for his own good and his reputation but admiring you from afar. You were so good with the kids,, your kind heart was infectious. Could you turn a bad guy,, into a good guy?

Just as he promised, you gave him the crown, and he took you out into a little boat on the lake to watch the lights fly out into the night sky. You were so entranced with those beautiful things that you longed for,,, you hadn’t noticed how lovingly Cole had been staring at you.

You didn’t mind his cigar smoke, or his funny accent, or even how he tried to be sarcastic. Maybe you loved him, too?

“Y/N… I gotta tell you something.” He speaks up, and you look up at him adoringly. “Yes?” This is it… what you’re hoping to come out of his mouth doesn’t get to happen, because he noticed something in the corner of his eye. He starts rushing back to the shore, paddling with all his might as if he is in fear for his life. Not understanding, you try to ask what’s wrong, but he can’t seem to tell you.

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I just have to take care of something…”

You watch as he disappeared into the wooded island, leaving you alone. Before even minutes pass, you’d been caught.

Your “mother” stood behind you, a sickly hand on your shoulder as she points with the other,,,, a boat is slowly floating away, with Cassidy at the helm.

“He never cared about you… I told you so~ why don’t you come back with me and we’ll let these big boys handle him for us?” She tries to persuade you, but you can’t believe your eyes. He would just leave you? So soon? And how did she get here, how did she know?

Before you can answer, she is already getting you back on the boat, moving towards your old tower. You weren’t even home until you realized. Suddenly it hits you. The sun patterns you loved to draw so much, the missing princess… your magic hair…. Why your “mother” looks so old and why she’s always so protective of your hair. The way she manipulated you and worked with those men to get you and Cassidy back into your prison cells.

You bring this up as your “mother” grotesquely brushes your hair, asking you to sing for her like you used to. “You aren’t my real mother, are you? I’m… I’m the stolen princess. You stole me.” You were seething with rage, how she could just mold you into her own little deaging serum… how she could pretend to love you.

At first, she almost seemed to care, but her true colors showed as she locked you away in your room to suffer in silence, tired of hearing you argue when she could just keep you here forever whether you liked it or not.

You don’t know how he escaped, but somehow,, you hear Cassidy, calling your name from your towers window, arms outstretched as he asks you to let down your hair. Your one way out was here to rescue you… he really did love you.

As soon as he climbed to the top, the evil woman has you here, bound by chains as she wickedly attacks Cole, injuring him through a stab wound, and you cry out as he hits the ground.

“ANYTHING! I’ll do anything! I’ll stay! Please! Please just let me save him!” You begged as you watched the last moments of his life begin to tick by, blood draining out onto the floor.

The cruel woman had something left in her heart, for she could not bear to see you suffer so greatly from how he was affecting you… she unchains you, hoping you will oblige. You rush to his side, crying softly as you stammer, trying to cover the giant hole in his chest with your hair.

“No….” He whispers, and you see a shattered piece of glass in his fingers. You make eye contact with him, still crying, and he winks at you. He raises his arm and grips your hair, in one swift motion your hair has been cut to your shoulders, leaving your golden locks falling to the ground- already beginning to loose their shine.

Screams and shrieks escape your kidnapper as she quickly turns into an old hag, hiding her disgusting body with a cloak before stumbling out the window, falling and disappearing into dust.

You can only continue to sob as your one and only love interest is dying in front of you, and you have no way to save him. You’re still desperately trying to place dead hair over his wound, singing a song with no more meaning…

“Y/N….” Cassidy breathes heavy, lifting his hand to hold your face. “I… I love you.” He smiles at you weakly, so charming even in his last moments as you sob harder, lips connecting with his in a passionate kiss.

A single, golden tear falls from your cheek, sliding it’s way down until bursts of glowing flowers and sun rays emit from Cole’s bloodied chest, instantly healing him somehow through whatever magic was left in you.

Now, you cry in happiness as you hold each other, laughing for your own freedom, for a new chain is linked, holding only you two together.

The next thing you know, you return to the kingdom, overjoyed when you get to meet your real parents, and you are coronated as the returned princess of your kingdom. As your first royal demand, you pardon Cole Cassidy from any and all offenses. After the ceremony, he takes you aside from your new royal duties, back to the little sea side where you thought he’d betrayed you and left forever.

“Y/N, I never loved you for your hair, or any of the magic that you had before. I love you for being you, for always makin’ the best of things and takin’ a chance on me. You’re so beautiful and so nice to everyone around you, you bring so much happiness to my life I thought i didn’t deserve… will you marry me?”

And you lived happily ever after :)

[nori-writes]

Sweet Country Lovin’

Cole Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 750+

A/N: Oh? Another one? This soon? Does this mean I’m fully coming back? Idk either. Sorry :’) But hopefully it’s a yes. It’s currently 1:20 AM while I type this and I need to be up at 5:50 AM so, I guess I’d better hurry up. I also just realized how many requests I have….. I don’t know what I’m doing here writing my own shit…. I should be doing requests- 😭

Also, I haven’t proof read this. Oops.

The sun rose, the same as every morning. There was nothing particularly special about today except the fact that both you and Cole had the day off. It wasn’t a common occurrence but a nice one when the time came.

These days were never spent doing much except staying around the house. A load or two of laundry would’ve been the most to get done on those days, not that it was a bad thing.

Days where you were both off consisted of you two lying around the house together, whether you two were doing the same thing or separate things you still typically sat in each other's company. Anything but work.

Thank god that today was one of these said days, it was much deserved and needed, missions felt like they had been running longer recently with less rest time in between, leaving you and Cole almost no time together except the typical meals that the two of you tended to share.

As your eyes opened slowly as you sat up, your vision blurry and you rubbed the sleep away you went to turn to meet your boyfriend who usually occupied the spot next to you to find that he had already made his way out of bed. Unusual for him.

You pulled the covers off of your body and got yourself out of bed fixing your hair with the brush that sat on your nightstand before opening your bedroom door. When you opened the door you were hit with the smell of pancakes, sausage and maple syrup.

Following the smell you found yourself in the kitchen where Cole looked to be setting a tray with the food he had made, god how lucky you were. It was obvious that he was going to bring you breakfast in bed but alas, you were awake now. So instead you slipped behind him, laying your head into his back, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Well, mornin’ sweet pea,” he spoke in a soft voice, his body melting into your touch as he still put food onto the tray. There was a small moment of silence before he spoke again, “I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed but it looks like you’re not sleepin’ anymore.”

You nodded and you spoke for the first time this morning, your voice coming out groggy, “Well, why are you still putting food onto the tray then?” You questioned curiously.

The cowboy turned his body all the way around so now he was actually facing you, he stopped for a minute to take in your morning state. It was something Cole would tell you he loved about you. How it was you, completely unfiltered. He loved the way your hair wasn’t perfect and how his shirt was a little too big on you, the way you were extra clingy in the mornings, the way that he could just stare at you for hours in the morning and be completely content. Though, you’d usually brush it off everytime he said it, telling him he was going crazy.

Finally he spoke, “Well, I was thinkin’ we can both get cozy back in bed with some breakfast and turn on a movie for a lazy mornin’. How’s that sound?”

You nodded, that sounded amazing right now, “Please.”

“Well that’s all the answer I needed darlin’. Why don’t you get back into bed and pick out a movie for the two of us to watch? I’ll be back there in just a minute, alright?”

“Will do.”

You gave a small smile before Cole leaned down to leave a kiss on your lips, “Now don’t go fallin’ asleep on me while I’m out here doin’ this.”

You returned the kiss, the taste of the coffee and a cigar he had this morning stained onto his lips, “I would never.”

Some minutes passed and you had made your way back to the shared bedroom while you picked out a movie Cole finished up getting breakfast together for the two of you.

Not so soon after your lover made his way back to the bedroom with a tray of food for the two of you to share, unfortunately, you had fallen back asleep.

All the cowboy could do was set the tray of food back in the kitchen before coming back into the bedroom, slipping into his side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.

Sometimes things didn’t always go as planned but that doesn’t mean the outcome isn’t always as good, and this was one of those things. Perfect in its own way.

As always if you enjoyed I’ve got the good ol’ dandy Masterlist is here.

[skyblueartt]

Yall…I should yap about my fuckin Fnaf alive au. Im 23 with a fnaf au I n my head. And I love it <3 tbh tho????? It’s not even Fnaf in my head whatsoever tho😭🙏 I learned Fnaf lore and said “what if Elizabeth Afton and Charlie Emily were close in age and then they grew up together. And even tho they became very different people they remained besties and they’ve got each other’s back. And they go through shenanigans sitcom style. And also Evan (or whatever his name is lol) Afton is 15 and anxious but super creative like his brother, Mike. And he’s best friends with a girl, Cassidy. They are an almost a year apart in age (like 9months) but she gets him like nobody else. She’s a homie. And Michael Afton is in his mid 20s and is an art school dropout, who rents an apartment with his buddy Jeremy who is a stoner. And their dad, William, is an eccentric but super charming guy who DID NOT murder any kids here. And was actually a father (if not sort of absent cuz he’s busy oops) to his children. And they have a close enough bond to him” HMMMM what IF

[lakesbian]

it's a little evil of me to get an ask about what the undersiders would play in overwatch and immediately start thinking about the lambs instead but the problem is that the lambs are just so much better to imagine playing video games together than the undersiders. the lambs are by nature of their existence a Gestalt, a Team, meant to go into combat together. the undersiders are like. coworkers who happen to work at a job called Crime, and who could play video games together, but don't really, because they're not super compatible like that. you just get so much funnier dynamics by popping the lambs into video games.

anyway that said the last time i thought about the lambs in overwatch was when i hadn't really played it since 6v6, because i was being a hater. i still think the game used to be better but now that i have played ow2 significantly ive had a series of 3 updated realizations. they are called

sylvester lambsbridge is perfectly built to be one of those overwatch coaches that coaches teams at an incredibly high/professional level, but is significantly lower rank when they actually play the game themselves. with most coaches it's, like, they coach at the professional level, but they're only (a respectable) diamond when they play themselves. sy would be Embarrassingly low sr when he actually played though. he would perfectly simulate 500 different game outcomes in his mind to coach the lambs thru a tourney sweep but his own personal rank is, like, mid-silver. because his mechanics and reaction time in-game are just Dog Shit he gets overwhelmed So Easily and he cant do Anything. and it's so embarrassing for him that he pretends he hasnt played comp in years and cant remember his rank anymore "but it was probably masters" if anyone ever asks.

2. out of the ow2 heroes jessie would definitely be one of those sojourn players that just insufferably dominates a lobby. i already said that she would be a high-ranked hitscan dps player & i picked mccree/cassidy as her main before, but sojourn might even be a little better for her, bc shes got the classic gunslinger 'just shoot things with precise accuracy at mid to long range until everyone is dead' playstyle, And shes got a zoning ability that i think would appeal to jessies intellect.

3. this lead me into the train of thought that. sy would probably ask/beg/bribe jessie to play with him to carry him into a more respectable rank than silver. and you know whats a crazy popular duo right now? sojourn/mercy. like, you know those horribly heterosexual duos that are higher-ranked dps player man + mercy player girlfriend who is kind of overwhelmed about being here and is going to spend the entire match Only healing/rezzing/boosting her boyfriend? folks i think this could be sy and jessie but jessie is the dps and sy is her mercy pocket. like it's just so real. you dont have to aim mercys staff for it to work. she can go an entire match without fighting anyone. her job is to avoid enemy sightlines and hold down rmb on a dps player. i KNOW sy is pissing everyone else in a match off infernally badly by only helping his girlfriend even when his girlfriend is actively telling him to stop doing that over group voice chat. "ill rez you" "no sy rez zarya she has ult" "oops i died ." "...it's okay, sy." jessies username is probably literally just Jessie. sy's username is some dumb shit like "WYVERN" in all fancy font. hes probably using the green dragon mercy skin. jessie is having to play protect the president to keep his dumb ass alive. i know this is real. and the beautiful thing is that when jamie is alive he would be the biased pocket mercy to sy's shitty genji. so it rhymes. now that jessie is here sy will be the biased pocket mercy to her non-shitty sojourn.

[thatrandyalexfroma03]

Can I crash at yours?

One day I will stop writing about Zach. Today is not that day.

Tommy does in fact have a spare room. Technically two, although one has been converted into a home gym since the garage has a car jack. This is information that Tommy tries to keep as close to his chest as possible to avoid. The problem was…

“Yo, Yo T-Bone! What’s new bro?”

And there was Zach, Harbour’s least house-trained probie, leaning against the bonnet of his blue Subaru WRX like he was posing for a discount fragrance ad. Arms crossed, branded sunglasses perched on top of his baseball cap that was on backwards (because of course), and that infuriating little smirk like he was auditioning to be the face of ‘Oops! All Red Flags - L.A.’

Tommy gave him a flat look. “Zach. You ready to go home?”

“Funny you mention that, big guy,” Zach said, pushing off the car like he was in a music video. “Sooo, about that spare room you pretend doesn’t exist…”

Tommy shut the passenger door with unnecessary force. “No.”

“Tommmmyyy…”

“I’m not having some associate of yours crash at mine.”

Zach raised a hand like he was swearing in at a courtroom. “Okay, fair bro fair, but plot twist right, it’s not some random dude I met at a rooftop rave or a girl who thinks I’m fit as fuck, which I am, of course.”

Tommy stood there stunned. “...What?”

“It’s me, dude,” Zach said, with all the grace of someone who’d absolutely caused this entire mess himself. “I kinda, maybe, definitely need a place to crash for, like… a minute.”

“You have a room in a perfectly good apartment”, Tommy said slowly, pinching his arm to see if he was asleep or, better yet, in a coma. 

“So, about that.” Zach winced, looking guilty as sin. “Uh, so my mate Cassidy may have overreacted a smidge this morning…” Judging by the look on Zach’s face, it may not be an over reaction. 

“What did you do?”

Zach pulled a face, wounded in that overly dramatic, twenty-something way. “Wow. Why do you always assume it’s my fault?”

Tommy, already over it, opened the driver's door of his truck. It had been a long day, and the brass was still watching him like a hawk just because he had now borrowed two helicopters. 

Zach scrambled to block him. “Wait, T-Bone, just…hear me out!”

Tommy was not impressed, so he repeated, this time slowly in the hope that Zach would understand. “What. Did. You. Do.”

“Nothing!” Zach said far too quickly, the universal language of definitely something.

“Zach.” Tommy’s tone dropped into that low, lethal register that made most grown men rethink their choices. Zach just tilted his head, confused but still hopeful, like maybe he could charm his way through this.

“You know I know where you live, right? Like, literally? If you drive off, I’ll just follow you home.”

Tommy gave him a deadpan stare. “Stalker.”

“Hey!” Zach protested at the accusation, “I’m not a stalker, huh, well… not really right, like we’re friends, so it’s like different right?” 

“And what is it called if I don’t want you to follow me home?” Tommy questioned. 

Zach huffed in frustration. 

“What did you do.” Tommy asked for, let him count mentally, uh, yes, the third time. 

Zach finally caved. “Fine, I might have, accidentally, slept with his girlfriend, and he’s all upset about it, but like it’s not my fault.” 

“Not your fault that you put your dick inside his girlfriend.” Tommy clarified. 

“Well when you put it like that it sounds bad.”

[glowsticks-soda-and-magic]

Not even one teeny little stab? -Aiden

I just found out you're going on a date with my sister. Who are you? What's your full name and you have anything? I should know before that. You go on a date with my sister.

Ps I have more dangerous animals than you can think of.

Well I should probably let you know that the date is over, I'm her boyfriend now and several of your siblings have already threatened me with a painful death.

My name is Ellis Wakefield and I'm a son of Ares.

[officeobject]

People like you make me want to support Scott Cawthon even more just out of spite

Acapella, but for those who can’t/don’t sing acapella 

Description: 2025 6 April because I’m now a household name and also, lmao. TW for some of the links (but I’d recommend checking some out, anyway). Includes references to me actually being xenogender (but not saying it at the time), and alternating between who "you", is. Feck Trump supports and shit like that - feck zionists, feck pro-Israel folks, feck whoever takes away trans rights and denies trans masc's health, feck pro-lifers, feck people who force surgeries onto intersex babies to "correct" them and who deny their existence, feck people who thought that the prices of eggs were a bigger priority than the rights of Native Americans and POC and all, feck people taking away children's rights and who are mean to them, feck fatphobia and commentary on weight that no one asked for, feck ableism/saneism/mentalism being so normalized and them not being seen as human, and just in general, feck you, Scott, I do NOT wanna associate MY precious religion, with YOU.

🎶Used to be your fankid,

Used to be FNAF-xip, 

Thought you were the perfect, homie.

You voted their rights away,

Rich Scottie’s gotta pay,

Now you gotta make your own simps.

AREN’T YOU JUST TROLLING,

SAYING THAT YOU SHAPED ME,

LIKE I WAS YOUR ANIMATRONIC?!

You and I are through though,

Watch me dine with Gerald,

Imma be that FNAF-salter … (YEAH) …

(Imma be that FNAF-salter … yeah - YEAH) …

Starting up the game,

Made by that “Christian” man -

He had that kindness and fun - office work-shirt ‘n’ tie -

The Bible also said, “it’s hard for rich folks to get in … you better be good beyond money for Heaven!”

You better DAMN believe me,

Yeah, I watched ALL the theories -

My favorite here was Phone Guy - no wonder Scottie killed him!

The Christian God, he thinks, 

Forced pregnancy is shit … prioritize real health and life, trans AND intersex -

OOH,

And what a lucky girl you say I’ll BE … but no, it didn’t do SHIT for ME …

I want a man with integrity …

And if he’s got none, 

I’m gone more than Cassidy!

Used to be your fankid,

Used to be FNAF-xip, 

Thought you were the perfect, homie.

You voted their rights away,

Rich Scottie’s gotta pay,

Now you gotta make your own simps.

AREN’T YOU JUST TROLLING,

SAYING THAT YOU SHAPED ME,

LIKE I WAS YOUR ANIMATRONIC?!

You and I are through though,

Watch me dine with Gerald,

Imma be that FNAF-salter … (YEAH) …

(Imma be that FNAF-salter … yeah - YEAH) …

And on Dawko’s stream,

Which was for Palestine,

Scott did not show up ‘a sudden -

Lil’ king of privilege -

My homie there would say,

“That game stresses you out, eh?

I can see why, since he talks shit about the furries that give money.”

I see his bad intentions,

He just don’t wanna talk -

He hired a zionist COMPANY (OOPS) -

Those crying kids not enough?

And I really say:

“I’m arolovic anticarnal apothiaroace.

I don’t know to, nor care to,

Suck his crisp burnt dick away.”

OOH … 

And no I guess it wasn’t meant to BE …

Because it didn’t do SHIT for ME …

I want a man with integrity …

And if he’s got none, 

I’m gone more than Cassidy!

Used to be your fankid,

Used to be FNAF-xip, 

Thought you were the perfect, homie.

You voted their rights away,

Rich Scottie’s gotta pay,

(So), now you gotta make your own simps.

AREN’T YOU JUST TROLLING,

SAYING THAT YOU SHAPED ME,

LIKE I WAS YOUR ANIMATRONIC?!

You and I are through though,

Watch me dine with Gerald,

Imma be that FNAF-salter … (YEAH) …

Imma be that FNAF-salter … 

Watch me bite like 90-feck-ya!🎶

Nevermind, bring the beat, boys!

🎶Used to be your fankid,

Used to be FNAF-xip, 

Thought you were the perfect, homie.

You voted their rights away,

Rich Scottie’s gotta pay,

Now you gotta make your own simps.

AREN’T YOU JUST TROLLING,

SAYING THAT YOU SHAPED ME,

LIKE I WAS YOUR ANIMATRONIC?!

You and I are through though,

Watch me dine with Gerald,

Imma be that FNAF-salter … (YEAH) …

Imma be that FNAF-salter … (YEAH) …🎶

Anyways, gotta go get ready to possibly eat breakfast with my friend, who is everything I hoped Scott would be, and more - I'm sure you enjoyed this song parody!

[tdutb]

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[ruvviks]

hiii bones i desperately need to know more about the time seb and cassidy got chased by the NCPD and then hit by a car in front of the hospital i'm sorry i ended up getting obsessed with a small detail

HIII RENA THANK YOU SO MUCH it's honestly one of my favorite encounters of them all 😭 for context, there's a total of 28 encounters between january 2077 and december 2077; this encounter is the 13th encounter and it happens in the end of june 2077 (which, if you're interested, lines up with the in-game events in my canon with vincent and would happen around the same time of the parade; so while all of that serious business is going on you got these two clowns getting hit by a car SBHGFDJGDFJGD)

basically what happens is that for once, cassidy is not out to kill seb; he's having a moment in a bar and seb happens to show up at the exact same place, then believes that cassidy did in fact show up there to kill him (which usually is indeed the case) and this prompts a fight between the two which ends up escalating rather quickly into a full-blown bar fight. fun!

that is until the ncpd shows up and starts to arrest people left and right but naturally so, since this is night city, the cops end up getting dragged into the bar fight as well. at some point seb and cassidy manage to stumble out of the bar (well. one of them gets flung through the window and the other stumbles out of the bar) and one of the few still standing cops in the midst of the chaos and panic ends up arresting them?? sort of??? but also needs to call for reinforcements and he ends up just. handcuffing them together. oops

and then they need to run the fuck away from the cops because cassidy is wanted dead or alive by maxtac and kang tao and lowkey militech as well and seb is wanted very much dead by arasaka so if either of them were to get captured by the ncpd they'd be in a bit of a pickle. a big one

so! cue to a chase scene through night city (i feel like it's important to mention once more that seb is 1.99m tall with silvery gray hair that stands out in a crowd and cassidy is 2.01m tall with peach pink hair that. you guessed it. stands out in a crowd) in which they're mostly trying to outrun several ncpd vehicles but also around every corner they try to kill each other. while still being handcuffed together. on more than one occasion they would also end up falling into each other's arms and touching hands and all the other gay shit you'd expect from me and andy in our writing but that's not important right now

the chase ends pretty abruptly when they've managed to outrun the ncpd but they're still trying to fuck each other up which results in them running into traffic and then getting hit by a fucking car right at the entrance of the hospital =D obviously the driver is very worried and checks them in at the hospital so they can get looked at. they're still handcuffed together. no one questions it it's night city. they're now stuck in a waiting room for about 45 minutes with crying children, arguing couples, staring elderly people, etc etc, WHILE handcuffed to their arch nemesis. and they can't even kill each other about it

as funny as this whole idea is, the scene ends with them outside the hospital and amanda (seb's best friend and another member of the cobras, his gang) unlocks the handcuffs for them. and cassidy makes eye contact with seb very briefly. and then starts walking backwards and quickly turns around and leaves. and that's where it ends

because despite the fact that yes he does really need to kill this man, at that point it's become much more than just that contract that he signed with his mysterious client. with both seb and cassidy the other is fascinating to them and it's kind of become a game; they're each other's equal in combat which has RARELY happened before, it's kind of like enrichment?? obviously it's also infuriating and they're both going insane but at the same time it would by then have become something that they both rely on. creating intricate rituals to be close to another man etc etc

it's kind of like. violence as a love language honestly. like knowing what the future holds for them and all this is just. slowly but surely transforming into something entirely else than just two guys trying to kill each other because they both know that it's never gonna happen. they know the other isn't gonna kill them and they know they'll never be able to kill the other so really what does that all mean then? what's left? they could easily stop but that would mean they won't ever see each other again because well they're enemies. they can't suddenly become friends. they're both just kind of. waiting i guess?? to see where it goes. because maybe one day things will be different... not that they would ever admit to anyone let alone themselves that they would like for things to be different but like. it's about the subconscious yearning of it all. do you see the vision

anyway this got very long but i could've gone on for longer because. as you could probably guess. andy and i wrote out shit like this for every single encounter SBHGJMKFDGBFDJGKDF and then!!!! we have entire LISTS of jobs and targets for the later eras (this here is what we call killing era on account of the. well. there's a significant lack of killing but it's about the attempts i guess) with again. so much detail. THERE'S JUST SO MUCH WE HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY

[underratedandoverit]

You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (3/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction. Also tagged this from now on with manipulative Kip.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters on-screen include Penelope Ford, Orange Cassidy. Rest of Best Friends are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 1 || part 2

On AO3

Finishing this took way longer than I intended. Oops. Mental illness and whatever be damned yada yada. But it's over now. And I am content. It's a whole fic and ended just as I wanted and had planned, surprisingly no surprises during writing lol. I hope it makes sense, there's a little bit there that doesn't get explained, but I have convinced myself that people can put the pieces together considering the mental state Kip is in and how the hanahaki disease works so. Yeah.

If you have read this far, thank you so much, I really appreciate you and your patience if you have waited for this to finish since I originally posted in early September. I see all the kudos and subs attached, they mean the world to me. Would love to hear your thoughts of this now that it's over, as there was a lot of time (obviously lol) and love put into this, so it would mean a lot ;; But I appreciate you all so much either way, thank you for sticking by and reading!! 💜💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Kip tried to keep his eyes on the television, but he wasn’t registering anything he saw on the screen. Even if he was technically interested in watching the game that was being played, Kip would have much rather been looking at something else. Or someone else. That someone being the man sitting on the couch next to him, being much more into the activity of playing a video game that he was partaking in that Kip was.

While he was glad that Chuck was coming over far more often these days, at the same time it did grind Kip’s mind that they had fallen into this false routine of a casual friendship. Chuck would appear on his doorstep, bring a movie or a game with him for them to busy themselves with that day, maybe some snacks and energy drinks, and the rest of the day they would just hang out, consume the media of the day, and that would be it.

Same talking points every single day. Sitting in the silently designated spots on the couch just far enough from one another that even by accident their hands wouldn’t brush against each other unless they were passing the food and drinks around. Eye contact was brief, almost uncomfortably so if it managed to exist in the first place, and only when one got up from the couch and asked if the other needed something or something similarly surprising happened. Maybe a laugh could gather a quick glance, maybe a sneeze, a cough. And even then it was more often Chuck doing that to Kip, while Kip was trying to steal looks into his direction any chance he could, hoping Chuck would catch a hint.

It had been days, weeks even, maybe. How many, Kip had lost a count somewhere after the first few days, partially because of the pain he was going through, partially because he still found the whole situation so absurd. But the thing he knew for sure, was that it had been too many for comfort.

Every time Kip watched Chuck walk out the door of his house again at the end of the day, his breathing became a little bit tighter, the stabbing pain in his chest more prominent, the sleep during that following night a little shorter.

He was so tired of it all, and with every day that passed him by, it was pushing Kip closer to the realization that he finally had to do something about things. Before the pain was too paralyzing, before the thoughts became too much. Before he just couldn’t do anything about it anymore, before it was all too late.

“…Hey? Kip?”

The Brit blinked blankly a few times, finally registering the voice calling out to him after the words had been repeated a few times. His eyes slowly dragged away from the television screen, facing the brunet sitting on the couch next to him, Chuck looking at him with worry and concern. It was almost adorable to Kip how his brows furrowed and eyes darted around his facial features in clear worry. Almost.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

Chuck sighed, Kip trying to offer him an apologetic smile as he watched Chuck running a hand through his hair, eyes turning away from the other man again as he shook his head a little. Kip had been too deep in his own head, with his own thoughts to notice Chuck had even tried to talk to him, the guilt almost immediately gnawing on him at the mere thought. He was supposed to try to pay attention to him, to try to make Chuck realize the situation, how close they were, to understand his feelings, to close the gap, to --

“I just wanted to know if you were hungry. We could order something in, maybe. If you’d like.”

For once Kip was thankful that Chuck wasn’t looking straight at him, his cheeks flushing red for a brief moment as he registered the words. Ordering food? Together? At his place, like this, out of the blue? For the first time?

It almost sounded like a date night proposal in Kip’s ears.

He quickly shook the thought from his head, turning away from Chuck to make sure he didn’t even by accident catch a glimpse of the blush decorating his face, desperately trying to not have the words caught in his throat, only partially succeeding.

“Ye-yeah that would be great.”

Chuck was so sincere about this question, just like he always was about everything, he was probably just hungry himself, and Kip was overthinking it all. Once again. But also, what if…

“Great. What would you like to eat?” Chuck’s words cut Kip’s thought process off again, his eyes slowly returning to the other man, watching Chuck pull his phone out of his pocket, eyes landing onto it, seemingly to avoid eye contact with Kip, who just shrugged a little. “I don’t know. Whatever sounds good.”

Chuck’s brows furrowed, suddenly looking back at Kip, making the Brit jump a little. This wasn’t the kind of reaction Kip had expected to his words, swallowing a little surprise lump in his throat as all of a sudden he was very unsure again where this was going. He hated nothing more than the unpredictable nature of their relationship, not being able to read Chuck at moments like this, mostly due to his own emotions and thoughts clouding his judgment and understanding of what the situation called for from him.

“…Okay, I’m going to be fully honest with you.”

The suddenly rather serious tone of Chuck’s voice made Kip’s eyes widen a little, he could feel his whole body tensing up at the sudden shift. Chuck offered him a small smile, most likely in hopes of trying to calm down Kip’s very obviously surprised demeanor, but seeing that smile just made Kip’s whole mind skip another beat instead.

“I’ve been worried about you recently. I actually talked with Penelope yesterday after I left, and she feels much the same way as I do.”

Chuck? Worried? About him? Chuck? Kip’s head was spinning, but he just nodded his head, not even acknowledging the fact that Chuck was also talking about Penelope being involved in this. All Kip cared about was that Chuck was thinking about him, outside of this room, outside of this couch, when he wasn’t around.

Chuck was thinking, and talking, about him.

“You’ve been… Seemingly getting worse each day I see you. You lack sleep, you lack food, you lack energy. I understand you are in a lot of pain with the shoulder and all, but you need to take care of yourself, Kip. Mine and Penelope’s help will only get you so far.”

Kip just looked at him quietly, trying to process the statement in his head, but all his thoughts retracted back to the overall realization that Chuck was worried about him. Thinking about him. That Chuck at least seemed to care more than he led on directly to him, at least before this very moment at hand.

“If there’s something wrong that you need help with, other than what we have been providing so far, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask, you know?”

Kip felt his head nodding itself, despite not approving of the movement in his mind. He was running on a practiced autopilot, still afraid that one casual movement might fuck all this up for him, not being the kind of response that Chuck wanted. This seemed to be enough for the brunet for now though as Chuck nodded back at him, eyes slowly returning to the phone in his hand. Right, he was ordering food. Right.

“So, again: what do you want to eat today? You can get anything you want, as long as it makes you eat. We just want to make sure you take care of yourself.”

At the same time it was endearing that Chuck was doing this for him, but Kip also knew he had to put a stop to this, all of it. While yes his current and constantly worsening condition was making him neglect his own basic needs, both which directly as a result affected his appetite and energy levels, Kip knew that trying to eat some proper food one day wasn’t the answer to his problems. Above all else, his condition was making it not only difficult to breathe, but the pain in his chest and particularly in his lungs made eating at this point a near impossible task.

As the silence from the Brit continued, Chuck glanced towards him, spotting Kip just looking back at him. Whether he was deep in thought or just staring, Chuck wasn’t quite sure.

“Kip?”

“I’m not hungry.”

At least it wasn’t a lie in a sense. Chuck raised a brow at him, slowly lowering the hand holding his phone onto his lap, eyes narrowing a little. Chuck’s eyes lingered on him just a little bit too long, forcing Kip to look away, back towards the television with the frozen game pause screen on it.

“You need to eat something.”

“Food can’t fix this.”

Kip could feel the confusion radiating from Chuck’s face, probably his entire being at this point, but he just couldn’t look back at him. It was so much easier for Kip to process his thoughts if he wasn’t looking at what he was sure was a very worried expression on the brunet sitting on the couch a few feet away from him.

He heard Chuck sigh. Not a very good sign.

“If you eat something, you get energy. You feel better. I shouldn’t need to explain all this to you. Kip, please --”

“This isn’t about food.”

Chuck fell silent as Kip cut him off, probably a bit more aggressively than necessary, but he was tired of this. All of this. Both his inability to do anything about the situation even though he desperately, so very desperately needed it, and the way they both seemed to just dance around the topic and the issues at hand. To Kip, Chuck offering to order him food was nothing but a detour that he couldn’t afford to wait to take to where he eventually needed to be. Kip had suffered long enough, mostly due to his own faults, yes, but Chuck jumping in to push his buttons like this, while a step in the right direction, wasn’t a fast enough track to where they needed to be.

Where Kip needed to be if he wanted to make it through all of this, it seemed like.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, but he still didn’t turn to look towards Chuck. All he heard was another quiet sigh.

“I don’t know how many times I can apologize for what happened. You know it was an accident. I’m sorry --”

“I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t care about that.”

If something, it was supposed to be Kip who apologized for everything, and he knew that painfully well.

“Then what is it?”

Kip swallowed thickly, being absolutely certain that Chuck could not only see it but also hear him do it. Kip’s eyes slowly dragged back to him, watching the confusion all over the brunet’s face. If the situation wasn’t so dire and heavy, Kip would have found the look on him endearing. Right now though, seeing Chuck not put the pieces together so easily, filled him with dread instead, along with the knowledge that Kip knew exactly what he needed to do next and the can of worms that he needed to open if he ever wanted to have a shot at things getting better again.

“I need…” Kip stopped, the confusion on Chuck’s face slowly melting into a more expecting look. Both of them were still clearly hesitant, Chuck not knowing what to expect out of him and Kip not being so sure how he was going to phrase this so it made even some sort of sense.

Just say it.

“I… I need you to kiss me.”

The silence that fell into the room felt like it was knocking all the remaining air out of Kip. The longer he looked at Chuck and the unreadable look lingering on his face after the words slipped out of Kip’s mouth, the worse he felt about everything. For once he was being honest about this entire situation and what he wanted out of it, and yet it felt like a worse mistake than anything he had lied to Chuck about so far.

He wanted this. He needed this. This was the trigger Kip had been so afraid to pull for so long now, but he knew that if he didn’t finally say those words, no matter the reaction, it would have terrible consequences for him. He was already suffering, the roots of his problem crawling deeper into his lungs every single day he put it off without even trying to make anything out of it. Kip was tired of it, he was suffering immensely because of it, he just needed to do something. Anything.

After what felt like forever of Chuck just staring at him, Kip was snapped out of his thoughts as Chuck took in a sharp breath, the only way Kip was able to describe his expression being polite confusion.

“You, uh… You what?”

Not sure if Chuck was just making sure or if he really hadn’t understood the statement, Kip bit his lower lip as he turned away from the other man. He inhaled slowly, preparing himself to say those words again. Kip did it once, he could do it again. It was a necessary step forward.

“I-I need. To kiss you. You to kiss me. So-something like that.”

As Chuck didn’t reply for a while, Kip stole a quick glance towards him, trying to gather an overview of the situation. Much to his surprise, Chuck looked like he was in deep thought for a second, as if he was pondering over the request. At least he wasn’t outright denying it from Kip, which in turn as he realized it, made his heart jump back into his throat.

The burning as Kip nervously waited for an answer was worse than the thorns poking inside of his lungs at the moment.

“Would that help? Make you feel better?”

Kip nodded almost instantly, the motion almost frantic, something he couldn’t control. Still clearly in his thoughts, Chuck nodded as well.

“I mean,” he muttered, a hand slowly reaching closer to Kip, the Brit’s focus turning on it with slightly widening eyes, “If… If it helps. I guess.”

Kip watched his hand stopping to hover close to him, slowly his own hand reaching for it. He could feel Chuck’s fingers gently wrapping around his hand, giving it a little tuck, an invitation to come closer. Kip followed suit, shifting over on the couch to slowly make his way to sit down right next to Chuck. For the first time since they had started doing this, for the first time since Chuck had started to spend the days over to keep him company. There had always been a cold, untouched gap between the two of them on the couch, but this was the first time it had been broken, filled, fixed.

And all it took was a small request that Kip should have been able to do in the first place, but it took him weeks and actual concern from Chuck to get to this point.

But there he was now, Chuck still gently holding his hand, running this thumb over his knuckles. A soft, still kind of unsure smile crossing his lips as he was looking Kip straight in the eyes. Chuck clearly wasn’t budging back on this, honestly much to Kip’s surprise, as his free hand slowly crept up to the Brit’s face, palm pressing against his cheek. Chuck’s hand was surprisingly cold against his flushed skin.

“…You sure?”

It was almost as if Chuck was asking that from himself more than Kip, but he pushed the thought aside, just nodding his head again. Without another word, Chuck leaned closer, finally closing the gap that had been antagonizing Kip these past few weeks without remorse, locking their lips together.

The kiss was awkward and hesitant at first, but slowly it felt more natural as they both seemed to relax into it. Soft and homey, but Kip could taste his own desperation in it despite all of it. He knew how badly he not only wanted, but needed this. While he could have joked that it was the matter of life and death, to him it was actually no joke, but merely the cruel reality he barely understood himself at all. Feeling Chuck’s lips finally against his, after the excruciatingly long amount of time of craving and needing nothing more than to taste him so desperately he was suffering from the withdrawals more and more every day, Kip’s mind went blank. He could feel Chuck close, hear his breathing, slowly allowing himself to enjoy it, running a thumb over Kip’s cheek.

Kip had been waiting for this moment for so long, craving for this so badly, that he needed more now that he finally had it, pushing the boundaries first as he found himself without a single coherent thought giving a small bite on Chuck’s lower lip, a silent, desperate request for a deeper kiss. A deeper meaning.

A request that was granted to him, but was also almost immediately and far too fast ripped away from him as Chuck suddenly jolted away, as if he had suddenly in the midst of all of this realized what he was doing and thought better of it.

Eyes opening as Kip felt the hand disappear from his face, he leaned slightly back, watching in emotions swimming in disappointment and confusion as Chuck’s eyes were suddenly on his phone again, the piece of tech buzzing on his lap, suddenly demanding his attention. Almost as if it was mocking Kip and how close he had finally gotten.

“So-sorry, I have to take this.”

Kip just nodded, feeling the body heat of the other man disappearing from around him as Chuck’s hand left his, grabbing a hold of the phone before he stood up, answering the sudden call. He could still salvage this, it wasn’t all lost. Chuck hadn’t denied him this, by the way he was acting it was obvious to Kip that this wasn’t just all in his head. Maybe the kiss had been brief, but there was compassion behind it, he was very gentle about it, there --

“What do you mean that was today?”

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled up to Chuck, watching the brunet run a hand over his face as he sighed. “Yeah I know, I know you need me there for that, just… I was kinda in the middle of something…”

The silence that followed that statement and the way Chuck couldn’t look back at Kip made a familiar lump climb its way back in his throat. Kip tried to cough it out quietly, not to attract attention to himself, just watching as Chuck stepped a little bit further away from him.

“I can be there in twenty minutes, I guess. …Alright, I’ll see you then.”

As he hung up the call, Chuck didn’t even need to say anything. He was sure Kip had heard most of it, and the apologetic eyes and the small smile he offered to him as he finally turned back towards the Brit really didn’t help the case.

“Sorry, I completely forgot we had a photoshoot to do today, I… I gotta go.”

Kip nodded his head, but remained silent as he stood up from the couch. At least this was a start, they were going somewhere. He had put at least part of his desires out there, for Chuck to reach out and react to, if nothing else. This was a beginning, hopefully for the better. Kip wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed to be feeling the effects of his love and affections being returned to him, but so far he was blaming the sick feeling in his throat on the sudden change of pace in the room rather than Chuck not returning his feelings like before.

Maybe he had read all of this wrong. Maybe the sickness had caught up with him just because he didn’t know this was mutual. That had to be it, right?

Kip walked him to the door, Chuck turning back to him again as he rested his hand on the door handle.

“Look, I’m really sorry I have to go, I just completely forgot about this. You know, with having to worry about you and all.”

Kip could feel a smile tucking the corner of his lips, allowing at least a part of it to show. As sad as he was having to watch Chuck walk away yet again without a resolution to this whole problem, at least there was hope. Chuck smiled back at him, leaning closer to press a quick little peck on Kip’s lips, catching the Brit off guard, leaving him looking back at him with wide eyes as Chuck opened the door, stepping outside.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, alright?”

Kip could only nod before Chuck closed the door, leaving him standing there, heart racing and beating loudly between his ears. Kip leaned against the closed door, inhaling deeply before he sighed, the content smile on his lips only wiped away as he coughed softly, eyes shooting open to witness the handful of purple tinted rose petals he let out of his mouth.

No.

Chuck Taylor still didn’t love him.

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“…Are you sure it’s him?”

Cassidy shrugged his shoulders a little. “I mean, who else could it be? Besides, he has photos of himself that he signs and hands out and a big board on the table with the name ‘Kip Sabian’ on it, so…”

Chuck sighed, running a hand over his face before rolling his eyes. “You could have led with that information, you know.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, just observed the brunet on the couch through his sunglasses. “I thought you would have known. Aren’t you two friends or something?”

Chuck avoided looking directly back at him, trying to make it seem like the question didn’t sting. He hadn’t seen Kip since that day, he never opened the door when Chuck came over the following day or answered any of his calls or texts since. He had been living in complete darkness over what had actually happened with Kip, even Penelope refused to tell him anything apart from a general ‘he’s fine’ every time Chuck asked her something.

“I told you, that was months ago.”

Cassidy just nodded, stopping to observe Chuck as the other man just tried to focus back on lacing his boots. After a long, lingering silence the blond broke it as he spoke up again.

“Do you want to go see him?”

Chuck stopped, eyes slowly dragging up to Cassidy again. He seemed sincere in that question, and if Chuck was being honest, that had been the first thought in his mind since Cassidy had waltzed into the locker room with the news that Kip had been sighted inside the building. The premise seemed rather odd to him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have put something like that past Kip. A silent man with a suit and a cardboard box on his head, doing a signing that hadn’t been advertised for anyone beforehand. Sounded like it was just down Kip’s alley, in some really weird way, to him.

“Is he still there?”

“Probably,” Cassidy shrugged again. “He seemed to be just setting up when we went into the cafeteria like twenty minutes ago. I doubt he has left yet.”

While he wasn’t quite sure how to take any of it, let alone how Kip was going to take it if he showed up, Chuck nodded a little, still a bit hesitant. Cassidy mirrored the movement, before nodding his head towards the locker room door, asking Chuck to follow him. Not that he didn’t know where the cafeteria was in the building, they had walked past it when they had entered earlier, but maybe his hesitance was on the surface enough that Cassidy thought taking the lead was going to make him regret this less. Make it easier for him.

Chuck followed Cassidy outside, tracking through the hallways for a moment before they arrived at their destination. It was extremely easy to spot the individual not belonging into the group of people in the big, bright, well-lit room, the man standing in the middle of it all by a large table messed up with multiple scattered photos around it, hands behind his suited back as he was observing the room through the eye holes poked on a box over his head.

Chuck swallowed thickly. It didn’t matter if he didn’t see his face, all that was enough for him to recognize him immediately, no matter how many months it had been since or how much things had changed between now and then.

He was so focused on reading the words on the front of the box that Chuck didn’t notice the eyes inside of it land on him. The distance made it a bit harder, sure, but the lights were bright enough and the dark circles surrounding the eyes made them pop for Cassidy to notice the stare at first, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

“Hey,” he muttered, carefully elbowing Chuck to the side to get his attention. “He sees you. I think you should at least go say hello.”

Blinking himself back to the situation, Chuck glanced at Cassidy on his side, the blond just shrugging at him a little. Maybe Chuck’s nervousness was obvious, maybe Cassidy quickly put two and two together from what Chuck had told him before about how their last meeting had ended, but he only sighed, once again leading the way towards the man in a suit and the box, Kip’s eyes never leaving Chuck as they approached. Chuck on the other hand tried to look at everything except him, until he was stopped to stand right in front of the other man he hadn’t seen in months until now.

Through the eye holes of the box Chuck could see his vacant stare just blankly staring back at him, saying it all without saying anything at the same time. Kip looked at him briefly, before providing a photo from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling a marker seemingly out of nowhere along with it. He scribbled something quickly on the photo, handing it to Cassidy, and walked away without looking back or acknowledging either of them further.

Cassidy looked at the photo for a moment before handing it over to Chuck. It was an old promo picture of Kip, in his Superbad gear, with his face crossed over with a red marker and some messy text scribbled next to him.

‘Time changes us all. Embrace the change.’

[dallmustdie]

made the fatal mistake of selceting a funny mcr moments compilation without skimming through it first and one of these comps opens up with gerard saying, "there is one big difference between me and david cassidy...I SUCK WAY MORE DICK THAN THAT GUY!"

IN TEARS

AND THEN IF THAT DOESN'T SEEM BAD, IT GETS WORSE.

THEN I TURN ON ANOTHER ONE I REMEMBER WATCHING AND OOP- IT'S THAT ONE CLIP WHERE GERARD IS SAYING "SECOND BASE" OVER AND OVER AND SLIDING HIS HAND DOWN TO HIS PANTS AND OMG GOING TO KMS.

LITERALLY TURNED OFF THE COMP AND LEFT MY PARENT'S ROOM I WAS SO EMBARRASSED.

he also had no reaction to either of these clips so i doubt he was actually paying attention (or he didn't care idk).

[shortystack75]

Hey its been a year girlypops I'm play lis2 again

Pot farm and im bonding with the guy...? Hes got a daughter!

My Sean sitting in silence as Hannah and Cass fight like his moms are beefing

Finn!! Stop flirting with me 🥴 how is Sean supposed to function when you're flirting with him 🙄

Helping Hannah peel potatoes she feels like my sister 🥺 God this feels like such a good talk for sean

Sean being a little freak when Cassidy snatched his drawing 😭 i wonder what she would've said if I drew her but I drew finn

We are little wolves 🥰

BBG STILL TRIED TO TAKE A PUFF NOOO 😭

Sean this is NOT how I would've taken this convo- HES NINE!

Oh shit thats a big trunk hey dude

"I'm not a kid. Anymore" bbg you are NINE.

Mmm normally id say fuck it sure to weed but I feel this would be a bad decision with my son next to me

Finn wants to get a beach house...? Hey hey finn. Hey finn. WERE maybe going to a beach...

...... I have to make the choice to romance finn rn huh 🤨 go to bed or get a haircut....... UGHHHH in sorry Daniel 😔

"Don't look at me boy. I only cut weed ☝" Hannah i love you. FINN PLS SONT BUTCHER HIS HAIR. ..... ITS NOT GREAT. Ill say he likes it to like finn but Its meh

Sean's little "erm. How long have you to. Been together 😳" bbg thats not the vibes, they're sweeties

"Would you consider yourself bi-" "Horny 😌" BROTHER-

I love finn calling everyone sweetie btw 🥺 have I mentioned that?

I was not expecting this music but okay pfft.

Daniel,,, Daniel you be getting us all fired 😑What. WHAT DO YOU MEAN TEAXH HIM A LESSON im gonna kill 😤

Also they all know about Daniel powers now and Sean has a black eye.

Jake sweetie pie do not make this about religion.

SIGH. I really don't wanna go along with the heist but I Google it and its the only way to romance Finn 😑 Is Sean getting dick worth it? Obviously Daniel will be fine in the end but surely this ONE thing won't be a giant setback for Daniel right?? Right??? It'll be okay to be selfish and get Sean a bf right???

Sigh this is a bad decision but OH A KISS OKSY- 😭 SORRY DANIELS MORALITY BUT I WANT ONE NICE THING FOR SEAN

"Secret girl talk" I'm gonna guess its about their fight about where to go next

Bbg tattoos don't hurt THAT bad my first tsttoo was on my finger

Oop i forgor to catalog but I was inching around like such a pest to find all the cameras and it took me like 45 min bc I kept rechecking 😭

Bro still came out after we opened the safe tho 😔 finn and Sean are down for the count and my DON GOT SHOT!!

Oh fuck wait SEANS EYE! HELLOW?!

Okay well obviously Sean's not dead but damn. My bad 😬

Choice overview: (bad quality bc im taking pictures of it on my phone instead of ssing it)

God ibremeber Cassidy being like "i can stand up for myself sea " like yea I know girlypop I'm just trying be supportive 😔

I only just found out I didn't need to get the haircut 😭 I COULDVE WENT TO BED WITH DANIEL??? FR??? GOD I WOULD HAVE I PROMY!

She can't be angry if she doesn't know ☝

Eugh boy 4 %.. it was that back camera right? That shitter just would not let me destroy it i had to reload twice

0%?? I mean I guess they just don't be shooting ppl, fair!

Guys why is he so mad at all of you?? 60% didn't help??? Crazy

The preview!! I knew he'd be fine. But also... toast? WHERES DANIEL- ERMM! ☝

Dunno when I'll continue again but tataa!