#not to be a hater but damn it its so hard to stay in your circle when people wont tag their ships

[pleafyistired]

can you guys tag your ship or something btw thx

Im gonna say something that gonna piss off a lot of people in the mo4 fandom sorry. I hope everyone have fun play with their toys!!! Do whatever you want I cant stop you but im gonna admit something I really dislike so just a warning im going to be a jerk

[seaformoon]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Soft spot

c/w: Nothing muchhh.. fluff.. slightest angst and age gap.. youre damn oblivious... bada has a soft spot for you..

a/n: hi, im here again. be kind.. i dont write much.. also didn't proof read hehe... yall, i dont ever proof read

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"dammit, full already?" you tried booking a slot to enter bada's dance class this week. it was summer break and you had nothing much planned.

besides, you don't feel comfortable traveling alone to far places from home. so you decide to enter a few dance classes. you weren't THAT good at dancing but you loved it. its hitting 2 birds with one stone.

"why is it so hard booking a dance class—"

"you seem troubled, honey." your bestfriend, Kirsten, chuckled seeing how frustrated you looked. "whats the matter?"

"booking bada's dance class is hard. i would go to yours but your punkass would just make fun of me."

"yea, I would actually."

you rolled your eyes, trying to look for other classes.

"if you want it that bad, maybe i could talk to bada to get you a slot."

wait what. you freeze for a second and slowly look at Kirsten with a cheeky grin.

"...PLEASE. I'D DO ANYTHING."

"why do you want to go to her class so bad anyways?"

you did look through other classes but every dance teacher was a man. not to be a hater but you felt more comfortable with a woman.

"i dunno... you said she was an amazing teacher and i could use it." you lied. for no reason actually. kirsten knows you too well but she doesn't push the topic further.

———

a day passed and kirsten got a slot for you. it was easy since she and bada are friends.

"girl. i got it. friday, 5pm, don't be late, yeah?"

you jumped in happiness and lunged at kirsten. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

"ew get off me." she feigned annoyance but still hugged you back with a smile.

"you owe me."

"oh. owe you what?"

"i don't know. but maybe you'll finally let me set you up a date for your single ass"

you blinked, tilting your head. you never really thought of dating since you were more focused on finishing your course.

"date?—"

"you know, im actually doing you a favor."

kirsten chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder. "you have a big heart, have a lot of love to give. trust me."

she kissed your forehead and left to go somewhere with her friends. you were left standing inside your apartment, your eyebrows raised with innocence and curiosity.

———

it's finally friday and you quietly enter the dance studio with your head down and you were just in time when your name was called.

"y/n?"

bada called out in the middle of people huddled for attendance checking.

"here." you mumbled. man, could you have said that any quieter?

"y/n? is y/n here?"

"here!" you mentally facepalmed at how weird you are. not a good start. bada turned her cold gaze on you. "you're late."

you winced to yourself and apologetically bowed before setting your things down. you stayed at the back, struggling a bit because you were sure you were quite short compared to the people in the room.

the class continued and an hour later, the class ended and you stayed behind after everyone left to apologize to bada. you slowly approached her and cleared your throat to get her attention.

"Hm?" she hummed in acknowledgement while packing her things up.

"im sorry... it's my first time going to a dance class and it was a bit far from my house– and it was traffic—"

"that's your fault. you signed up for this dance class and you were informed with the time. its your responsibility to go arrive early. am i right or am i right?"

you almost grumbled in annoyance. i mean she was right. but like??? where's the consideration? where's the kindness? you hated being called out or scolded and it took you every muscle to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

"sorry, bada." was all you could say. your voice strained trying to hide the irritation you were feeling.

she fought back the small smile forming on her lips. "im older than you, aren't I? I expect you to at least use honorifics." she scolded and left without batting an eye on you.

once the door clicked close, you stomp your foot, rolling your eyes.

"what the fuck? i was only 5 minutes late! how dare she? it's not she's never been late in her whole damn life! i dont understand how much shes fucking annoying and cold– and for what too!? and—"

before you could continue ranting to yourself, you freeze, hearing a soft chuckle behind you. you prayed to every God that it wasn't bada.

and it worked?

it was lusher. she eyed you up and down, looking at you with amusement.

"bada unnie is quite the tough one, isn't she? don't worry, she's always like that. dont take it to heart."

"yeah, but did she have to say all the shit? could've said it nicer. i hate being scolded and i know that sounds childish but you know i have a point."

lusher laughed and pat your back. "calm it. y/n, right?"

"... you aren't going to tell on me, right?"

she ignored your question and picked her things up. "nice meeting you. hope to see you next time." and then she left.

you hoped lusher would keep quiet.

.............

"—and damn! that cutie has a mouth. she was so annoyed with you, bada unnie, it was too funny actually."

bada snickered, picking up a piece of shrimp with her chopsticks.

"i know. i could feel it."

"she's cute though, right? your type, if im guessing. you'd look good together."

bada got caught off guard and choked on her shrimp. silence followed and team BEBE looked at each other before turning their gazes on bada. bada looked the other way, drinking water as she fanned herself with her shirt.

....

—"oh my god..."

——"she's your type isn't she!"

—"you like her???"

——"out of everyone, a girl who wasn't even trying caught your fancy?"

—"she hates you though."

"what??? no. it–... you just caught me off guard..." bada mumbled, looking down at her food.

"nah. don't hide it. its okay."

—"it's not your fault that you're so damn gay." sowoen commented, earning a flick on the forehead from bada.

"just- let me handle this, okay? ive never felt this way for anyone and I don't know how to react."

the girls started making cooing sounds, hearing their cold leader say such words for the first time.

———

you did learn and get better at dancing because of bada. so despite her attitude, you keep attending.

after a few weeks of attending bada's lessons, you start noticing how she's starting to pay more attention to you. i mean, it is her job to teach, right?

nah, you're just so oblivious, it amazes bada and the rest of BEBE. because so far, bada used every excuse.

every excuse to talk to you...

"do i look fine?"

...

"hey y/n, what's the time?" bada asks, with a watch on her left wrist.

to touch you...

"hey, there's something on your face." she proceeds to wipe nonexistent dirt from your face.

...

"y/n, your position is wrong." bada puts her hands on your hips, fixing your position.

to mark you as hers...

"y/n, that's the wrong color of shirt. its supposed to be white."

"but you said yesterday–"

"here, take my shirt." she then hands you a white shirt drenched in her perfume that she 'conveniently' had.

...

"do you need a hair tie?"

"no, im good. i have my own."

bada grabs your wrist and puts her hair tie around it. "just in case. dont lose it."

to see you...

"y/n, come here to the front, you're short. i need to make sure everyone does the right moves."

...

bada rings the doorbell to yours and kirsten's shared apartment. she smiles the slightest when you open the door, seeing you in your comfy clothes. you looked like the cutest morning kitten.

"kirsten told me to drop of snacks."

you nod and reach out to take the paper bag full of snacks but then kirsten speaks up. "no, i didn't? you were the one who asked what y/n's favorite snacks were—"

bada immediately grabs the doorknob to shut the door, her face flushed as she quickly walks away.

"dammit, kirsten." she groans.

needless to say, bada is hopelessly in love with you and with all those encounters with her, your dumbass is still oblivious.

you thought it was just her being nice for once. maybe too nice. but in your book, there's no such thing as 'too nice'

———

you put on last touches of your lipstick, checking yourself out in the mirror before heading out to your date that kirsten set up for you.

you come out and see haechi wang.

"oh, hi! are you my date?"

"yea, princess, i am. lets go?" haechi holds a hand out.

you smile brightly, taking her hand.

minutes later, the date was going well and haechi was nothing but a gentlewoman. you just dont seem to feel sparks or butterflies which from research, you're supposed to feel.

you knew better than to lead haechi on so you explained to her and you both talked it out and agreed on just staying as friends.

"hey, isn't that y/n?" lusher narrows her eyes to focus on you while she tugs on tatter's shirt.

they were about to leave, finishing their dinner date.

"oh, yeah. that is y/n."

...

"...with haechi wang."

"...with haechi wang."

both girls looked at each other, feeling sad for bada.

"we should tell bada..."

so they did. and bada took it well.

and by 'it', i mean the alcohol she's downing in her apartment.

———

tatter reached for the bottle. "bada unnie, wait– you shouldn't–"

"NO! let go of–.. of my hands.. don't touch me."

bada sobbed, a bottle of soju in her hand and the other on her eyes. you were the only one she ever loved, the only one she was desperate for, the one she wanted, the one she needed. and now you're in a date with someone else.

"fuckin haechi– sh' stealin my girl.."

she stood up, stumbling to the bedroom with her phone and alcohol.

"bada unnie, c'mon, give me that bottle."

"NO. let out.. let you gays out. want you not here..." man, how can someone be this drunk dumb. nevertheless, she managed to shoo lusher and tatter away.

bada opened her phone fumbling with it, seeing you on her wallpaper. she opened your chat and without the right mind she spammed your phone with drunken texts.

"why"

"why yo do thar"

"i love yoi and you date hazcchi?,?:("

"hste you so mch"

"npooo"

"i didnt mean that"

she sighed, covering her eyes with her arm. 'god, i look pathetic..' she thought

by the time your date with haechi ended, you only realized the text messages that bada spammed. you were one oblivious girl but you're definitely not that dumb to not know that bada is drunk.

you went back home and the moment you open the door, you immediately get bombarded with questions from kirsten. you didn't even have 1 foot in the apartment yet.

"HEYYY GIRLLL?? how was it? you guys kiss? you like her? you want her??? when's the weddin–"

"kirsten, where does bada unnie live? im worried.."

she looked confused, silent for a bit. she gave you a look that urged you to continue speaking and give her context.

"she's drunk. just please, drive me to her place?"

kirsten worried and had a lot of questions but decided to save them for later. she grabbed her keys and walked to the parking lot with you. you sat on the passenger seat, already impatient as kirsten went inside the car and started the engine.

a few minutes later, you arrived at a tall apartment building and you followed behind kirsten. she ringed the doorbell and lusher opened the door.

"y/n? kirsten?"

"where's bada unnie?" you asked. you were nervous and you kept fiddling with the hair tie on your wrist. bada's hair tie. but thats besides the point right now-

lusher's eyes darts between you and the bedroom door.

"uh, she's in there. in the bedroom... drunk."

"i know.." you mumbled and walked your way inside the bedroom, leaving kirsten, tatter, and lusher in the living room. they knew you were going handle it better than anyone could so they decided to leave and leave everything in your hands.

you were met by a drunk bada chugging on a bottle of soju while leaning her back on the headboard. "whoa whoa– hey, stop that."

before bada could make sense of anything, you rushed to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for the bottle which she had a tight grip on.

"you.. why you here." she huffed, pulling the bottle to her chest and you reached to get the bottle from her completely.

"stop that, you're drunk as hell."

she sniffled, turning her back on you. "why do you care, go to your haechi jang bang wang or whatever, i dont care."

that was adorable.

you couldn't help but chuckle at her. she looked like a big baby, sulking and pouting with her back turned on you. you put the bottle of alcohol on the nightstand and reached out to wrap your arms around her waist from behind, pulling her closer to you.

she looked down at your arms, dumbfounded. and damn the butterflies that swarmed in her stomach. no, she felt like its a whole damn zoo living in there. she didn't know how to react to it.

you caress her stomach and made her lay back on your front while you leaned back on the headboard. you placed gentle kisses on top of her head, "you're so cute when you're like this."

bada squirmed in your arms, wanting to pull away but she was too drunk to have any strength at the moment.

"no... no." she mumbled, her voice slurred and soft, "i dont want your comfort.. I'm mad.. I'm mad at you."

you buried your face on her back, sighing as you did so.

"why are you mad at me?” you asked softly. dumb question to ask actually.

bada sniffled some more and continued squirming, trying to break free from your arms. "because... because you... why with hae–.." she paused with a hiccup. “why were you with her?"

you tilted your head, confused as to how she knew your date with haechi but you just answered her question, "kirsten set me up with her.. but we're just friends. just friends, okay?"

she sniffled and turned to face you, her nose red and her face blushed with drunkness. "just friends bullshit.."

"unnie..."

"that's bullshit.. bullshit, y/n. bull-fucking-shit. bull-"

"cut that out." you said, cutting her off.

"...bullshit." she mumbled quietly and softly, looking down at her lap.

"unnie, just rest first."

god, she couldn't take it anymore.

"dammit, y/n, i like you. cant you see that?" bada blurted out her confession as if her mouth was a dam that no one could stop. i mean, you already put that together but hearing it from her felt fresh. it felt real.

"for months, y/n, for months! and I don't fucking know if you're just that goddamn oblivious or if you're just playing dumb to avoid hurting my feelings but fucking hell, y/n.. i can't take it anymore..."

you just stared at her in silence, trying to put your thoughts in order. you knew those feelings you pushed down for months were crawling their way out of the depths of your head.

"say something... please." she looked up from her lap and down at you, tears flowing down once again.

you pulled her in your arms with ease as she had no more energy to do anything else but to succumb into the feeling of being in your arms. even if she knew that it might not last for long.

"there's.. there's no other way to say it so I'll just put it out there.." you paused for a bit when you felt her move closer, half of her body on top of you as she buried her face into the crook of your neck.

"i like you too."

she froze but before she could react, you kept talking. "I don't want to talk about this when you're drunk. not when there's a possibility that you could forget everything the next morning."

you caress her head, your arms wrapped around her body. you felt her body tense from all the feelings and information she was getting right now. she was drunk, but she knew better. i think.

"...then stay with me. stay with me, y/n. i wont forget this. but if i do, you being here with me will remind me of it. that's all i need."

bada pulls back from your neck, enough to look up at you. "...please, y/n."

her eyes glistened as she looked at you, searching your eyes for any sign of acceptance while her arms pulled herself closer to you. you knew your answer from the very start but you didn't mind the sight you're seeing right now.

"i'll stay with you, okay? i won't let you go."

she hid her face by nuzzling it up your chest which was hella cute. "...promise me." she mumbled, her voice muffled.

"i promise. now sleep, bada unnie... you need to rest after all that."

she nodded, letting out a cute sound and you could only hold her close, caressing her head and body... running your fingers through her hair. it was weird. you were younger, much younger. and you never really saw this side of bada.

"damn, i feel like im babysitting." you muttered under your breath but you weren't really complaining. suddenly, you felt her arms and legs squeezing you more as a soft whine escaped her throat.

"mmnnhh.. hey.. that's not a nice thing to say..." her voice pouty.

you chuckled and kissed her forehead, resting your chin on top of her head. "just sleep. 'ts been quite the night."

she huffed and just rubbed her cheek on your chest, letting out adorable sounds here and there.

there was a comfortable silence but then your eyes landed on something on the wall infront of her desk.

"...hey, are those pictures of me?"

oh fuck.

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a/n: thoughts?

[raveneira]

Friendly reminder these are feats Sarada was pulling at 11-12, this isnt something new or groundbreaking & definitely doesnt scale her to Otsutsuki. If that were the case then that'd make her stronger than B0ruto who had to flee from them 😑 which your crazy if you think she is

A Chidori is not hard to dodge if you have the sharingan and reflexes to match it which Sarada does, why I bring this up is because yall were the same ppl who attacked me and anyone else who said she was more than capable of fending for herself against Kawaki both here & here

Yall said he was too fast, that she would've died, and my favorite 'what did you expect her to do?'

I dunno, THIS?

Dont even try to argue that base Kawaki without karma, and V1 karma Kawaki was stronger and faster than a 10 tails Rinnegan amped Sasuke.

Also just wanna point out yet another glaring power scaling flaw, which is why the hell is her chidori weaker than it was when she was 12? she grabbed a whole chunk outta Boro but 3 years later she just gives bee stings? Hidari should be missing part of his abdomen.

For the record heres the damage Chidori typically does if you think Im just nitpicking no, this is a literal power scaling flaw.

Dont get me wrong Im glad shes doing something, but she was always capable of doing this all along so its not really impressive but more of why'd it take yall so long to show her actually use her arsenal & fend for herself like she always could? where was this in 58? 78? 81? 82?

It took 4 years, 4 YEARS for her to do what shes always been able to do again, shes done this since Gaiden, Sasuke has done the same at 12, yet for 4 years all she did after Boro was stand there or cry and yall response was 'what could she do?' stfu.

THIS is what she could do, if a 12 year old Sasuke could dodge a semi Kurama amped Naruto then Sarada can handle a base karmaless Kawaki and a V1 Karma Kawaki.

And before anyone mentions, the only reason Sasuke stopped being able to dodge is because Kurama had a mind of his own, he could predict Narutos movements and dodge accordingly but he couldn't predict Kuramas.

Now yall wanna gas when yall didnt even believe she could do THIS much, the bare damn minimum, DODGE, yall didnt even think she could do that but now all of a sudden when she does its this incredible feat? but I thought we were the haters for sayin she was always able to do this?

Isnt it ironic that the ones who were called haters are the ones who were saying Sarada was better than that, and the ones who were called 'real fans' were the ones saying she was too weak and slow to even dodge with her 3T sharingan? funny how that works.

See how fast ppl switch up and forget their own narratives they put out there. Be honest, you knew she was always capable of this, you just made excuses either because of a ship or because it made your goat look good.

I already know Im still gonna get branded a hater for literally saying she's always been this strong and capable of fending for herself, but Im not gonna pretend this is some impressive feat when it isn't, 3 years ago yea, but 3 years later? this SHOULD be light work for her now.

If next chapter we see some MS abilities then we can talk about impressive feats, but this? thats how I know yall didn't think much of her and still don't if you think this is a big moment just dodging an attack and doing a low damage chidori 🤦‍♀️

This is what yall clowned Naruto for when he came back in the timeskip still using his same arsenal he left with, so lets not pretend this is any different for Sarada, everything shes done in TBV so far she was doing in part 1, there's no difference YET but hopefully in 11 we'll finally see her growth, OR a dodge and chidori is all she gets and will immediately need saving now.

As long as Boruto stays outta the way then the odds are higher for her to actually hold her own, but if Boruto is coming back to the scene its game over for her so here's hoping his ass has to take a back seat the entire invasion so everyone else can actually do they thing without him draggin them down.

For context, what I mean by that is whenever Boruto is involved everybody else gets dragged down to make him look good by comparison, for example in 58, 78, 81, and 82 Sarada for some reason completely forgot how to move, dodge, react, or activate her own sharingan, but as soon as Boruto has to stay away hiding, suddenly she remembers she has the sharingan, reflexes to dodge, and defend herself. I used Sarada as the example but this is a problem with the entire cast not just her, but since this post is about her thats why I used her for reference, but everybody immediately got better as soon as Boruto was written out of the way.

I said it before and I'll say it again, HES the problem, not from any fault of his own, but because the writers cant seem to make him shine and stand out on his own without draggin everybody else down so he looks cool and badass by comparison, rather than him just standing out on his own merits.

Think about it, name one 'cool' or 'badass' moment he's had in the timeskip that hasn't been handed to him at someone else's expense

His win against Mitsuki came with Mitsuki was already wavering and feeling doubt and willing to die

His win against Code came after he just rescued Sarada who just stood there

His win against Kawaki came after he had spent the last 8 chapters being easily knocked out and knocked down

The entire invasion everybody was getting sneaked, caught off guard, barely holding their own, and needed saving, while Boruto was just casually beating Code and his grimes with zero effort.

Now? with Boruto removed? Inoshikacho holding their own against Jura and Hidari, the strongest two clones

Shikadai done restrained Jura and pulled his branches apart to free Himawari

Inojin saved Himawari and bought them time to get away from the village

Chocho pushed Jura out of the way to make his bijuu bomb miss and expanded herself when Inojins bird was hit to cushion everybodies fall.

Himawari awakens Kuramas power

Sarada remembers shes an Uchiha with the sharingan who can dodge and react accordingly

Kawaki got his brain back and prioritized Himawari's safety over hunting down Boruto.

The difference between when Boruto was involved and when he wasn't is night and day. Again its no fault of his own, but it seems like the writers cannot make Boruto shine without dragging everyone else down, and the only way everyone else will shine is if Boruto is FORCED outta the way.

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.

tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.

#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there

hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.

y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn

gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them

“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.

Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.

“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.

“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.

“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.

you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.

Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.

sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.

frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?

“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.

you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.

“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.

he noticed it too, should he tell you?

“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.

“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.

you sit up, “isn’t…?”

Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.

you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?

you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.

3:09 pm, central London.

London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.

you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?

“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.

“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.

Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.

you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.

it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.

“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?

an actual child.

“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.

“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.

“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”

“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.

see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.

“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.

well this isn’t bad.

you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.

you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.

apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.

to be honest, fair enough.

but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.

do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.

on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.

“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”

then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.

“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.

oh, for fucks sake man.

you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.

the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.

you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?

too much.

Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.

well, well, well.

“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.

Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?

“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.

“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.

who the fuck is we?

“we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.

“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.

what the hell was that interaction?

“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”

“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”

“fine.”

it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.

“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.

“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”

“you drove the whole group here”

“I gave you my food”

“you’re always giving someone something”

“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”

“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”

you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”

“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.

“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.

“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.

“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.

“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.

jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.

“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.

“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”

“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.

Shawn gulps, no way.

“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.

his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!

he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.

yes way.

he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…

ding!

you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.

“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.

8:20 pm, dressing room.

you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.

“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.

“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”

your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.

Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.

bingo.

if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.

“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.

she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.

you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.

not today.

“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.

“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.

“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”

jesus wept.

Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.

the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”

“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.

“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.

you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.

“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.

“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”

“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.

“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.

“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”

<<9:19 pm>>

“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”

you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?

pig shit.

you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.

“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.

“…right”

you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!

“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”

“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”

“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.

10:23 pm, Raw <Live>

“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.

the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.

you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.

this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?

making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.

Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.

after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.

“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.

“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”

suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.

what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.

just what she deserves.

before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.

“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”

[kamorth]

Just as an intro, yes this post reads VERY white. Unfortunately a lot of recent history is only accessible through white lenses and as I myself am about as white as it is possible to be, I don't have another viewpoint that I can write from with any kind of authority. My lack of experience does not negate anyone else's experiences or views.

In the 80s, being punk was how you showed disdain for conformity. NO, I DON'T Want to be Like You THE WOLRD IS SHITTY AND I AM ANGRY. They were the trash that you warned your kids to stay away from because they were dangerous and violent.

Grunge quickly followed suit with Yeah the world is shitty why do what the boring conformist bougies tell you when you can just do your own thing over here instead. They were the trash you hoped your kids got sick of but the worst parents ever suspected of them was maybe a bit of weed and some clumsy make outs, not that big a deal.

In the late 90s (my teens) it was goths. We are so sick of you and your church and shoving it down my throat with pushing for prayer in schools and Christian Pop Rock all over the billboard top 40. That kid is a witch now and You JUST Don't Get It. Depression is my baseline and the idea of being like you is the cause. We were the trash that were just indulging in a phase and would grow out of it, so we could be humored but mostly ignored (unless your parents were hard core Bible bashers, in which case you would get sent to something akin to conversion therapy - since you were also probably Queer it often was just outright conversion therapy).

Then the emos showed up and people started getting annoyed, partly because suddenly there were goths that you COULDN'T ignore for two reasons, they were LOUD about being sad and THERE WERE SO MANY OF THEM. Since they couldn't be ignored out of existence, the Western world decided to collectively bully them instead. They were the trash that was Just So Damn Cringe!

And now poverty is skyrocketing. Homelessness is a plague that has struck so many people who have committed no crime outside of bad luck. Actual fascists are in positions of power. Planned obsolescence and decades of lobbying by the oil industry in favour of petrol and plastics is destroying everything beautiful about this planet.

And Punk is back. Be ANGRY at your politicians who don't listen. Let your anger be heard so that they know you will not accept these ideas. Grunge is back. It doesn't have to be new, it just has to be functional. Work together to make a community you WANT to live in. Goth is back. Mourn for the world we were promised but never saw. Learn about belief systems that are different to the one you were raised in, ESPECIALLY if doing so pisses off your parents. Emo is back. Fuck haters. Cringe is dead. Being comfortable in your own skin means being allowed to do what YOU want, not having to exist for the benefit of someone else.

Before us it was hippies and beatniks and flappers and dadaists and before them there were the coffee shop philosophers and the point is there have ALWAYS been people who want the world to see its own flaws and fix them. I know other cultures had the same sorts of groups, like the Japanese Subekan gangs (who created the original lolita fashion trend as a way to take femininity back from being sexualized) and Islamic Sufism (an Islamic sect who practice things forbidden by stricter groups, such as singing and dancing) but I'm an armchair scholar, not an expert.

When society is broken, our numbers surge.

We are surging.

Society needs us.

[aoyama-division]

Wara Osaka! ~What a OSAKA! (Jet Set Trio Ver.)

Bring the Beat!

[Tomi:]

(Yeaaaahhhh!)

[Karada:]

Jet Set Trio, comin' atcha!

[Tomi:]

(That's good, that's good!)

Ladies and gentlemen, bring your attention to me!

Prepare yourselves for something you may only see once in your meager lifetimes!

Enjoy it while it lasts!

We are Aoyama!

[Jet Set Trio:]

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Yo, take a look here

The rich and powerful are gonna take over the world

Well, watch and learn

The rich and powerful are gonna knock you all dead

[Karada:]

Go get 'em, Tomi!

[Tomi:]

Well, well, well

Time to show you peons exactly how it's done

You can hate all you want, but we're still #1

I really don't know how many times I must say

The rich and powerful will always stay that way

The influence that the three of us brings

Even a minuscule is worth more than any of your things

I hear you lot constantly complain that it isn't fair

The lifestyle you live is simply too much to bear!

Well, should I really care?

[Karada:]

No, you shouldn't have to care!

It's not our fault that we were born into wealth

It's physically impossible for you chumps to try to stop us

We've lived this way so long, we won't ever adjust!

Aoyama, our city, is a jewel of its own!

Glistening every day, just like the sun

And standing guard is the Strongman of Japan

And to you haters complaining, FYI: we don't give a damn!

[Jet Set Trio:]

Yo, take a look here

The rich and powerful are gonna take over the world

Well, watch and learn

The rich and powerful are gonna knock you all dead

[Karada:]

You're up next, Lu!

[Luis:]

Yeah, yeah...

First, let me say, I don't think that I'm the best

Being better than the next, it would make me stressed

But I work hard to prove that I'm not like the rest

As long I'm satisfied where I am, then I'm blessed

That's why I keep my head up high to the sky

For any answers to questions that may arise

And a word to the wise, it gets hard at times

But just remember: always keep your eyes on the prize

[Karada:]

Fly high!

[Tomi:]

Think big!

[Luis:]

Go far!

[Karada:]

Stand tall!

[Luis:]

Yeah, that's right!

[Tomi & Karada:]

Give it your all!

[Luis:]

And if you ever fall...

[Tomi:]

...then get back up on your feet

[Karada:]

Don't just sit and bawl!

[Luis:]

Fire burning hot!

[Karada:]

Just take your shot!

[Tomi:]

We're the JST, and you will never take our spot!

[Jet Set Trio:]

We're Aoyama!

We won't be bought!

Think you can beat us?

No, you cannot!

We are the true upper class

Run all you want; we won't be passed

The distance between us is too vast

Our place is first and never last

Our moment has just begun

The bonds we have won't be undone

What division can beat us? There is none!

And that's why our number is one!

[Tomi:]

You peasants should all revel in our glory!

[Karada:]

Come on everybody, just clap your hands!

[Jet Set Trio:]

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Okay, now everyone!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Listen what we say!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Clap your hands, clap your hands!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Yeah, that's it!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama!

Yo, take a look here (Take a look at us)

The rich and powerful are gonna take over the world (Take over the world)

Well, watch and learn (Watch and learn!)

The rich and powerful are gonna knock you all dead (Clap your hands!)

Yo, take a look here (Take a look at us)

The rich and powerful are gonna take over the world (Take over the world)

Well, watch and learn (Watch and learn!)

The rich and powerful are gonna knock you all dead

(1, 2, 3, let's go!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Raise your voice!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (We're not done yet!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Keep it going!)

Wara, Aoyama

What a Aoyama! (Last time!)

Wara, Aoyama!

[imthebadguyyy]

maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

[tainted-wine]

Oh wow first of all please let me congratulate you on your skill and good taste. I absolutely adore all of your hawks writing. It's so good and also hilarious when you want it to be. I especially love how annoyed he seems to get with song birds, and that low-key makes me wonder how he would be with a reader w a songbird quirk. Like he wants to find her annoying so badly, and in some ways he does? But at the same time he knows they have a lot of shared experiences as ppl with bird mutation quirks and that's kind of nice for him? To have someone to share that with, you know? Idk.

You're super sweet, anon. ♥

(This turned into a messy ficlet thing)

I don't know why I decided to make Hawks a songbird hater; it’s just a headcanon I decided to stay consistent with for whatever reason.

I've actually gotten similar asks like this and I'm currently hoarding them all in the hopes of one day making something out of it, because I love this idea very much. Hawks views songbirds as obnoxious hopeless romantics. Do they really need to be that loud about their love? It's like having the top 100 love songs playing all at once.

He already admitted that you were pretty cute when you both first met. Your wings were smaller and required frequent and rapid flaps, the opposite of his large and soaring pair. Very cute, along with your shyness in approaching a bird of prey such as him, but he promises that he doesn't bite. Then your singing began...

It’s instinctual, you say. Once your fondness for him grew strong enough, the urge to vocalize your love in the form of a song specially made for him became impossible to fight. He’ll predictably tease you at first. Creating a melody straight from your heart, the sound of your voice perfectly simulating the strength of your bond, giving other listeners a mere taste of a relationship they could not have. It’s corny, it’s sappy...

It’s so freakin’ sweet.

He blamed your quirk at first. It had to be some secondary ability that attracted whoever you decided to sing about, like some bewitching siren. It’s a dumb accusation; he trusts that you’d never manipulate him like that. It may even ignite a petty argument or two, but in the end, Hawks will accept it. He loves your song.

As wonderful as it is to just listen, he feels that he needs to reciprocate, but what is he gonna do? Sing back?? He doesn’t know how to do that. His instincts were telling him to show his appreciation in another way. 

It’s instinctual, he says. He expresses the joy he feels around you by performing an amazing aerobatics show. It’s quite nerve-wracking at first. So many daring maneuvers — twirls, turns, dives, and flips — all just to impress you. And he has the gall to call songbird traditions excessive? So many of these moves could have killed him if he didn’t time them just right! It’s so dangerous, so reckless...

So spectacular.

As exciting as it was for the two of you to flaunt your natural skills, both of your rituals felt incomplete. You wanted Hawks to sing back. Hawks wanted you to dance beside him in the sky. One discussion later, you both decide on...a cultural exchange of sorts.

You want Hawks to sing? You want him to sing? Even after he promises you that his voice sounds more unsettling than the screeching of violins in a horror movie? Fine. You even protest when he mentions practicing. “Just sing from your heart,” you say. Ugh, whatever. He warned you.

At the crack of dawn, Hawks does everything as instructed. He joins your side at the top of the Fukuoka tower, and sings his heart out. He sounds terrible, he’s certain of it, but he ignores his blush of embarrassment and keeps going, letting his passion guide him like you told him. 

His song is everything you could’ve asked for. His voice was shrill, unsteady, and had absolutely zero technique. But it was so...him. So Keigo Takami. The melody carries his courage and compassion. His tone reveals uncertainty in his singing, but it also reveals the raw confidence in his love and devotion. It leaves your heart melting, and before you knew it, you were joining him in a duet, trying your best to harmonize with his...erm...unique vocals. The song went on as the sun rose, prompting several noise complaints about a ‘dying bird that needs to be put out of its damn misery already.’

You give the flustered hawk a hug and kiss for that beautiful masterpiece. You also make sure he doesn’t see those complaints. He already feels awkward enough about his performance.

Alright, now it’s your turn to feel anxious. Very anxious. As Hawks led you to the seaside park, he reminded you once again that he doesn’t expect you to pull off any expert moves in the air. “If you’re really not sure what to do, then just follow my lead. I won’t do anything crazy up there. This is about trust.”

You trust that he’ll save you if anything goes wrong, whether it be during the warm-up or during the....oof, you shudder just thinking about it.

The first act has you taking off over the water, warming up your wings before your own little stunt show begins. Knowing your body’s limits, you focus on flight patterns and speed, pushing your flying abilities further than you ever have before. It doesn’t even compare to Hawks’s amazing moves — you were too scared to even attempt any of those flips — but at least you pulled off a couple spins, and Hawks looks captivated while watching from below.

You tried not to look out of breath already when it was time for act two. Hawks took flight, passing you and heading upwards. You followed, mirroring every single one of his little tricks (he thankfully kept his promise of not doing anything crazy) as you both flew higher and higher until the air became uncomfortably thin. You’ve never been this high up before.

Reaching the desired altitude, Hawks took your hands and locked them in his, bringing you in close. He gives you a few light pecks while praising your skills. “I’ve never seen you zip around like that. Such a quick and clever little bird.” The flattery almost distracts you from the final act, the part you’ve been dreading the most.

The very idea of the Death Spiral still sounds utterly insane, even as you’re about to attempt it yourself.

All you do is hover and hold each other for a minute or two, then Hawks gives the unspoken cue. His wings fold in, you quickly follow suit, and you’re both plummeting down headfirst toward the water. You did end up screaming halfway down, but at least you were still able to remain fairly focused until the end. You were just a few meters away from impact when you and Hawks simultaneously released your grip, just barely righting yourself before you could make an embarrassing splash.

Hawks tackles you hard into the ground the second you’ve recovered, hugging you tightly and attacking with rapid fire kisses. 

“You did it, baby!” Kiss. “That was so intense!” Kiss. “I never thought I’d find someone to do the Spiral with!” Smooch. “You’re so brave. Thank you for trusting me!” Mwah. 

You’re shaking too violently and need to go find a bathroom immediately.

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And that’s how you and Hawks became mates and learned to better respect each other’s bird traditions. Hawks now owns a songbird calender that hangs in his bedroom.

[whisperswithin]

About me:

I want to live in a world where everyone is loved and treated fairly, I know it can't happen in my lifetime but I love Tumblr for the inclusivity and my mutuals refusal to put up with racists, bigots, homophobes and bullshit.

This is my safe space, where I can pretend that the world is inclusive to all; all living people on this planet; no matter the anythings in their life. Deep honest connection, and the ramblings of all of our deepest darkest thoughts with no fear or worry.

I want to live in a world where we dont even have to fight or acknowledge equality because it will just be so normal ♡ I dream for unity so pure that everyone can be safe in what their spirit trully is.

I am so tired of fighting to just be treated as a living being ...tired of educating the ignorant in my real life.

Im so flippen sick of hate, so fucking sick of titles, sick of the ideology that success is based on your acquired assets , or your postal codes, sex, colours, sizes. Like fuck off.

Tired of lateral violence, tired of systemic racism, annoyed as all fuck with micro aggressions.

How people are categorized like clothing in some shit ass store; we are all fucking incredible, powerful,beautiful, worthy of love and I dont give a fuck what anyone has to say about that.

EVERY single human being is pure, radiant , and beautiful. Fucking B E A U T I F U L

Love is love , if you are a hate filled fuck, get up off of here and take yourself into nature and root yourself into something bigger than yourself. Find some deep connection that moves you deeper into yourself and into others. Start asking questions not only to yourself but to the very people you hate for no damn reason other than societal conditioning from colonization days. Where did those beliefs even come from? Have you actually taken the time to talk to the person you are spouting nonsense about ?

Society has conditioned so many haters to be just that; haters.

Be bigger than hate. Be bigger than what they manipulated you into believing.

Going to say that again : Be Bigger Than Hate. You were manipulated into hate, wise up and educate yourself.

I will never understand judgemental people, I will never understand how ugly and easy it is for people to be terrible to others.

Choose love; always

Everyone with privilege, check yourself , advocate , and ally for those with less privilege.

Things don't change when we stay silent.

Everyone deserves to be safe ♡ to live their calling without fear in a work place, school, or city. Teach your children love, and acceptance. Your morals may be different than others but it doesnt make you better or another any less than you.

Its not hard to not be an asshole, fuck.

Unless you're just an asshole ?

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 8-13 thoughts! again, under the cut bc I blew through 6 episodes in one go...

-LOVE THE WAY THE GHOST ZONE LOOKS. but theres fucking ghost cops??? ghost jail??? that SUCKS imagine dying and going to jail in your AFTERLIFE. danny going to JAIL WAS NOT something I expected. but seeing all the enemies together and work with danny to bust out. SO ICONIC I love that actually. and the thing about real world stuff acting as ghosts in the ghost zone is very cool.

-'there are some things more important that hunting ghosts!' mrs fenton says, about her husband forgetting their anaversary (FOR THE 18TH YEAR IN A ROW?? CHRIST) and not about, idk, their son clearly freaked out. she didnt even notice he was gone into the ghost zone!!! he might be a bad husband BUT shes not the best mom. they suck and I don't care about their relationship problems I care about these kids. danny doing his best to clean the house to keep his mom from getting mad at his dad?? hes such a good boy I want to cry, this is not his place, his dad should be cleaning his own shit up!!!

-maddie's butch lesbian sister is living my best life in her lil cabin. also being a snarky bitch to jack. queen. and her getting a 10th anniversary of her divorce. LOVE IT.

-mr. lancer being a cheerleader in his younger years makes perfect sense to me. king shit.

-dr. spectra's cat ears/mullet hairstyle?? sooo cute. I also just love the concept of a ghost just. sucking out people's positivity and feeding on emotions. a great villain. she put danny in a fucking diaper what the FUCK. and keeping it cold so no one would suspect shes a ghost??? INCREDIBLE. and her gay little blob sidekick. wlw mlm evil solidarity.

-JAZZ FOCUSED EP. YEAAAH!!! her first thought when she saw the ghosts was like 'omg i gotta tell danny :)' and her going to the teacher and also councilor trying to get help for him...shes just 16 but shes trying so hard to help him out :( watching this when youre younger I can imagine ppl are like omg annoying!! but watching this when im older im just like :( jazz baby im SO sorry </3 SHE BODIED THAT GHOST THOUGH. and the fact she didnt tell danny she knew surprised me. like, shes patient and waiting on him to tell her when hes ready!! thats so so sweet.

-christ the parents talking about 'PEELING IT LIKE AN ONION. AND EXAMINING REMAINS' of ghosts RIGHT INFRONT OF DANNY.

-'why am i so depressed and angry all the time!!' DANNY YOURE 14. i mean it IS a ghost this time, but...

-579$ top?? VALERIE NO ITS NOT EVEN CUTE IT DOESNT EVEN GO WITH THAT OUTFIT AAAA. tho this ep is called shades of gray..VALERIE FOCUSED EP FINALLY????! *THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE* I already knew about red huntress from my redesigns, but I didn't exactly know what that entails or how/why, so, it's fun to see the Origins.

-ghost pubby! ghost pubby!!!!! why is the dog a ghost?? the implication that the company had guard dogs and got rid of them...what did they DO. is it just the unfinished business?? of not having that toy it was looking for?? god I hope so.

I feel SOOO bad for valerie tho, my god. her friends are shunning her for what, because her dad lost her job and she had to move??? horrible. (and the fact the dog wrecked the moving van too...) I also love how 'from wisconsin' on the package was an IMMEDIATE RED FLAG FOR ME. WISCONSIN=EVIL NOW. vlads so petty.

-it took valerie like 5 mins to get the hang of hunting ghosts and shes already a much bigger threat than his parents tbh. who've been trying and studying this for years. and a more valid reason <3 love her shes so cute and cool. new daughter alert.

-'i should do SOMETHING to help valerie' no shit danny???

-'who is that, awesome outfit!' -top gay sam moments. i was going to say. before it immediately cuts to sam kissing danny LMFAOOO. don't think I like that, it puts tucker in a weird third wheel position... the next ep involves them holding hands and blushing when danny's cold...URGH No. not a fan ngl. the trope of 'if theres a girl in a trio she has to end up with one of the two guys!!'

-right as I say that they take it to extremes!! and ember shoots him with a love ray gun that makes him OBSESSIVE OVER SAM. AND SHE TAKES HIS HANDS AND SAYS 'YOU DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT ME, I DONT FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT YOU' and her saying she doesnt want to be together like this. and tucker saying 'i always knew you two would get together!!' dont manifest it tucker please. the show pushing for it so hard makes me not want it KSHKJKJD I KNOW its probably canon. it sucks though. im a hater.

-vlad just LURKING AROUND THE SCHOOL GIVING VALERIE GIFTS ASJKDHKJ YOU WEIRD PETTY OLD MAN GO HOME!!!

-EMBERRRRR YOU WILL REMEMBERRRRRR . this is the one thing I kinda remember from when I was a kid EMBERRRRR ilu. top 10 cartoon bops. sams being a hater. popular things are popular for a reason. mr. lancer also being a hater. also everyone wearing her color scheme ..its a really good look, the purple, black, and minty color...

-penguins exist in the ghost zone. confirmed.

-EMBER JUST SHOWING UP AT A RANDOM HIGHSCHOOL TO PLAY?? UNANNOUNCED, MID DAY??? girl get a tour schedule. make some money or smth damn. I know shes probably doing it for the power boost but. lord. anyway if your show doesnt have a concert scene/ep, is it even valid.

-fellas is this gay. (she uses a GRAPPLING HOOK TO SHOOT OUT THE WINDOW AFTER SEEING AN EMBER VAN GO BY RIGHT AFTER THIS SHOT)

-hey, she had an undercut at some point!! my redesign!!! was accurate!! in..a way

-I feel like danny has a lot of pent up aggression ngl, him being heartbroken about sam and immediately going IM GONNA GO TAKE IT OUT ON EMBER. I mean she needs to be stopped I guess But. jazz has the right idea he needs therapy and a HEALTHY outlet.

-tucker singing > my singing

-girls cant be gamers -tucker and danny sexist moments. her being chaos in the game OWNED.

-TUCKERS HAT IS A BERET??? I THOUGHT IT WAS A BEANIE. SAM CALLED IT A BERET. WH.

-it was actually nice of lancer to let danny retake the test, and he go to play games again. smh. epic cringe gamer moments compilation. and driving him home!!! I actually like him as a character. anyway teachers like lancer are SO appreciated. I was failing middle school because of mental problems, and felt so dumb and got embarrassed by teachers who would just get onto me instead of bothering to ask what the real problem was, but when I was taking my ged classes I had a wonderful teacher who kept reassuring me that I was smart, and I got honors!! danny is SUCH a little shit to him (understandable, 14, but) but seeing them getting along better and danny putting in effort. SO CUTE. THATS MY SON, STUDYING HARD!!!! and being so PROUD OF HIMSELF!!! 91!!! BITCH!!! A- is STILL AN A!!!

-'why dont they ever realize thats me in a dress' mr lancer i am CRYING. i realized.

-technus being my ghost grandpa who cant game asking tucker for help. bless his heart. his out of date old ppl lingo circles back to being endearing <3 tucker not recognizing him despite the like, lack of any kind of serious disguise...I do love their lil in-game outfits....sam being the tank rules. I like technus' spider design also. more characters need to be giant freaky spiders, imo.

-finding your gf a new host because she cant maintain her ghost body outside the zone? amazing. using jazz as the host? ILL KILL YOU. jazz immediately accepting a ride home from a guy she just met and letting him know where she lives. letting him IN THE HOUSE??? nooo girl no lets use common sense </3

-sooo cringe the parents were like 'good job for spying on your sister' tho wtffff. doesnt matter if hes a bad guy, thats fucked. everytime these parents BREATHE im like. these are MY kids now <3

-BAD LUCK BEING A THEME OF THE 13TH EPISODE. thats super fun. johnny 13 being his name is so. iconic. your last name is a NUMBER? also goth tucker. I actually love the look. everyone looks good goth. 'the ladies love the eyeliner and onyx nail polish' sam you are sooo right every man needs to at least try those two things. im a lesbian and I agree. same, danny, your bff is gnc af

-LOVE kitty's design. and just, the concept of a ghost with a bike. couple goals, except yes stay away from jazz.

[calypsoff]

Ninety. Part 3

Everyone pretty much left the hospital besides Mel, stroking my chin hair looking over at Robyn and Mel just whispering together, they look so deep in conversation, and I wonder what they speaking on, I am nosey so I would like to know. Mel looked over at me and looked away quickly, so it makes me think are they speaking on me and then Robyn looked so now it’s official that they are. Looking back at my daughter, I hate this so much, I’ve not even really cared about anything. Besides chasing after Robyn like a dog but I generally not cared about shit else, I just want my daughter to be better and to be just staring into my eyes, probably judging me thinking why did I fuck up because we had to stay with Mel, I am an idiot. Rubbing the top of my head “I shall leave you both to it, don’t murder each other now” Mel said laughing “he’s sleeping on the chair anyways, we good” Robyn slowly made her way to us with her arms crossed, she thinks that “sure Robyn, but thanks. For coming also and caring so much” Mel smiled at me “that is fine, y’all my family anyways. Bye, I hope to see my niece awake and lively” we can all hope that, my whole heart just on that bed “bye” sitting back on the chair “thank you for coming” Mel and Robyn hugged “lesbians are at it again” I mumbled “jealousy is ugly Chris” Mel spat “he is ugly” Robyn added, them two are terrible together “two ugly sisters” they both laughed as they finished off just hugging and whatever, now watch Robyn she’s going to be all over me like a bad smell but if I touch her it’s a no. Not complaining actually because she’s a feign, I can sense it. Looking over at Robyn “I don’t see what you are smirking at” Robyn sat next to me “here we are, alone in this room” watching Robyn sit down “and I’m hungry” she turned to me “that’s life?” Man Robyn is so damn beautiful, I am too damn lucky in life to have her “get me some food, if you get it right you can” she dragged out, oh she got my attention. Robyn is actually very close to me “touch any part of my body, using your lips. Just a kiss but you need to get food I want, it’s easy really” she shrugged, I am not even waiting I am gone. I got up from the chair, Robyn snorted laughing, I am whipped.

I don’t know what game Robyn is playing but it’s got me by the neck like a dog anyways, Robyn is not dumb because she knows I will be here at Giorgio Baldi “thank you brother” the waiter came over to the car with the food “no payment, it’s on us. We are so sorry about your daughter, we hope she gets better” they are really refusing to take payments from me but it’s nice of them “thank you” I smiled, placing the bag on the front seat “oh my god, Chris. Can we take a picture with you?” Some females came over to the car “really?” I laughed “yeah, if you want” I never understand why these people want pictures with me, leaning my head out of the car “you are so sexy” she turned the camera to us “that’s a recording” I pointed licking my lips “oh yeah sorry” she said, then stopped recording to change it to picture. Putting two fingers up as she took the picture of us “thank and me next” this is painful “there is no Rihanna here” they are looking into the car searching for her of course, smiling as the next girl took the picture “you are actually so fine, thank you” saluting her as she walked off, this puts my confidence so high. Like I am just that nigga, nobody can really tell me anything because I am just that nigga. Putting the car window up as I got ready to drive off and give this food to Robyn, she’s going to let me do anything so I can’t wait for this, talking about kiss her anywhere, nasty ass knows I am going to be nasty on her, I can’t help it.

Walking into the room, Robyn is still sat next to the bed with Rylee “daddy’s home” closing the door behind me, Robyn got up from the chair “so” turning to me “oh wow, Giorgio Baldi? But I really wanted chicken?” She cringed, mean mugging her “deadass, don’t play in my face like that” Robyn pulled a face “nah, don’t want it” she waved me off, I am about to blow because this is ridiculous. She loves this shit “don’t play in my face Robyn!” I spat, she shushed me “I want chicken, I don’t want it. Stop being abrupt” I am going to have a tantrum right this second, I can’t even. This is so unfair “I am joking with you, looking like you’re going to blow” she giggled “thank you boo” she took the bag from me “but was I right?” I questioned “of course you were right Chris, come on now” watching her walk off, oh I can’t wait to play this little game she started “was she good?” I pointed at Rylee “yeah, just watching her little flinches she does when she is asleep, changed her diaper. I just miss her interacting with me so badly, pains me. But come, let’s eat” making my way over to Robyn, as long as Robyn is happy so am I “win win situation here, you got my favourite food and you’re able to touch me, just for a moment” I sat down laughing “how long for?” Robyn sat across from me, her eyes her so flirty, I don’t know “how long is a kiss for?” I shrugged “can be a long time?” She shook her head “a kiss! That is a whole passionate kiss, we ain’t on that level, right?” She is sneaky “I should have heard the terms and conditions before anything, man. I’ve been played!” I am so dumb; I just ran off.

I actually enjoyed that wack ass pasta food she likes “oh yeah, they gave it for free. They said they are upset to hear about Rylee, they hope she gets better” Robyn cooed out “they are so sweet, I’ve closed my doors right now. On the outside, it’s about me and my family. I need that to be better before I proceed with that, you know” she shrugged as she ate, it’s like she is eating for two, I mean she’s eating my leftovers too “what was you and Mel speaking about? I know it’s not my place but you both looked at me and I felt a type of way” Robyn chuckled “erm, she was really telling me that to be strong, Rylee will get better. She is a fighter and Dolly is looking over her. That she hopes this is what makes you both see what is the main focus, and then she asked if you were ok and how we both getting on. Just that and I said that we need to look forward for Rylee and then we can work on us while that is happening, she just wants me to be ok. She knows I can get depressed so that is why she asked” licking my bottom lip nodding my head, I believe Robyn and what she said. I did think that they were being sly, but Robyn was straight up about it “cool, I was just thinking that you was both being sly, that is all” Robyn smirked “and if we was, what you going to do nigga?” rolling my eyes at her “don’t play in my face so you happy yeah? Content” staring at her lips “I am thank you” I want her so bad, it’s so bad “sleeping naked tonight?” Robyn crossed her leg over “I am sleeping how I want in the bed; I don’t know about you. As a man you should say you have the bed alone, I will sleep elsewhere” waving her hand about “sat there like you holding wine, if you don’t quit playing. I will be in the bed ma, you can’t stop me” Robyn giggled “shut up, I am missing wine with my food” I can tell she is.

I gave Robyn time and space to just get ready for bed, I think she has had enough time now. I just sat with Rylee “I love you so much pookie, you get your rest” leaning over, pressing kisses to her forehead “love you” pressing another kiss before moving back, I wish the bed was closer but of course it can’t be. Making my way to the room, the door is open of course “we leaving this open” I said, Robyn is already in bed with her hair wrapped “that is my tee for tomorrow!? I bought one tee, are you serious” Robyn biting on her nail smiling, she shrugged “I think you need to leave me alone; I sleep inside the covers you sleep out. Divorced parents don’t sleep together” she is terrible “I swear” I dragged out “swear what” annoying ass “so can I kiss whatever? I was right” she crazy if she thinks I ain’t going to do it “fine” she sighed out, licking my lips walking around the bed “this bed is small by the way” I just realised “Chris, please don’t” she pleaded knowing damn well I am “Chris!” she screamed out, I yanked her leg to me and bringing her foot to me “please” she pleaded “I haven’t had a shower” tilting my head to see her panties, Robyn yanked the tee down “hurry up” pressing a kiss to her big toe “you are something else” she shook her head, placing my mouth over her big toe “Chris!” she yelped yanking her foot back, I laughed walking off.

Stretching my body out, my arm under the pillow as I laid onto my side. Robyn is awake, as I knew “glad you put sweatpants on, nobody needs to see your ass in boxes now” Robyn is a hater “you know I was joking about you sleeping outside of the covers” look at her, now she is joking “oh now it’s a joke?” I questioned “well I didn’t mean it, you can sleep in the covers. I am actually so happy to be in a bed, those chairs were breaking my back” my smile grew “you know what I mean, shut up” I didn’t even need to say anything, she is the one laughing “you’re laughing too, the hell” she lightly hit my shoulder “aight, I mean you should be used to that” I said it, she was waiting for that “see, I knew you going to say that” resting my head back on the pillow “show the six pack then?” Robyn asked, moving back a little. Touching my stomach “what you think?” she is staring at me mad hard “how, what do you do that you end up like this?” moving back into my position “using all my upper body strength to move around, it’s hard you know. Like you think the bathroom was a mess on purpose, like ok I could have done better but I struggled. So yeah, that is why really” I shrugged “true, but you still need to clean that. On a real what did you do? Like let’s be real, I know what a tour bus is like, I have spent a lot of time in those. Where did you sleep, spending hours on there” she is really stuck on that “yeah I know, its very intimate. I noticed that, but truthfully there was two buses, I was on the one with the Jewish man. I get annoyed after a while, because there was no privacy, so I was not liking it” I admitted “you mean to tell me you didn’t like it? But you lasted” nodding my head “I was determined but it was like boring, go to the city, sat around, watch his show, sat around, leave. I was like this is wack, then you were here and there having so much fun, I was jealous of you. So I had to look like I was having fun” Robyn and I pointed at each other and then laughed “you are stubborn” she can talk “be quiet, you’re the same but yeah it was wack” shaking my head “but there were girls there, big tits and ass?” I chuckled “you right, there was. And yes they came up to me, but I wasn’t interested, actually one of them did say you’re married to Rihanna, you’re so lucky and stuff but I really wasn’t interested, you’re my type” I grinned “me?” Robyn pointed to herself “yeah, you’re my type. It’s crazy how you have been beautiful your whole life” Robyn snorted “nigga” she shuffled up on the bed.

“Actually, erm. It’s funny because I had well have so many men in my inbox thinking I was getting a divorce, even when I was working and I met people on the god, I was getting offers” pulling a face “but do they know your sleep with your mouth open? That you take in all the air” Robyn back handed my arm “shut up” she is always abusing me “let’s be nice, let’s talk about nice things. I have a question; do you regret getting married to me or is there something you would change?” Robyn paused, she did mention it, so this is interesting to know or hear on what she thinks because she mentioned it “regret is a big word, I think I would like to explore the Chris that came out of jail. I based my feelings and likes and what I know on what I knew of you, and I blindsided myself so I didn’t have that clear vision so I feel I should have waited it out, so I figured out what makes you tick and makes you be the way you are. I should have waited but I don’t regret marrying you, there is nothing we can never not overcome unless you cheated” nodding my head “how does that make you feel?” she questioned back “it’s not good, it’s not good to hear anyways because to me I would marry you in a heartbeat you know?” Robyn nodded her head “but that’s because I am still Robyn, I treat you as I did back then, I mean yeah I have Rihanna, the other side but I don’t bring that to you” she has a point “you’re still my poppa, just a pain in the ass” I laughed a little, I just hate that she feels that way with me.

[found--family]

We were waiting so many years for something to happen between Dean and Cas, for something to prove we are not imagining this and all those people who abandoned the show years ago now are shitting on that scene because Dean didn’t immideately said it back?! 12 years of incredibly complex relationship and they really think it could be resolved with usual hetero “I love you” - “I love you too”? If that has happened they would be the first to tell how unrealistic it was. I’m so done with antis 😤

(sorry this got so long, also sorry for my lack of links! if anyone's after something in particular i can probably help you find The Thing.)

Your anger is valid nonny 💙

A lot of the hate going around and the jokes being made at the expense of these characters and their journey is coming from people who have never watched the show or who don't ship Dean/Cas, but that doesn't bother me much. It's frustrating but haters gonna hate so best to just ignore the outsiders.

What does bother me, just as you mention, are the shippers who either stopped watching years ago OR who are up-to-date with season 15 but they view That Scene in a negative light and are bitching into the digital void, dampening the celebratory mood of shippers who view That Scene in a positive light.

I feel sorry for the shippers who feel disappointed or angered by the dialogue in That Scene, Dean's reaction, and Castiel's "death", because honestly what show have they been watching? TBH i think if they were more involved in the fandom they would've come across informative content (in its multitude of forms) that would help them see there's So Much to be positive about.

Let's work backwards:

We will see Cas again. afaik Misha has one more episode on his season allotment contract (possibly 2? which would probably mean a brief cameo in 15x19) if you want some hard facts - i don't have links but Google is your friend here. Also, the entire cast + crew have been pretty damn quiet in the wake of 15x18 (bar a few Twitter interactions and the DarkLight Convention livestream), which is a Big Damn Clue that they're holding back because Something More is yet to come; even Misha has refrained from posting about it on his social media accounts - i think there was 1 post? - which is very unlike him (plus we hear he's written an essay about Cas' coming out which he's yet to share, possibly waiting until after his Real final episode airs, ie. 15x20). Then there's Castiel's story: it's not over. We know The Empty is compromised due to Jack's cosmic implosion, we know there are ways into and out of The Empty, and with cosmic Entities meeting their end this season maybe The Shadow will too? Plus, Cas being left in The Empty isn't a peaceful ending for him (as Ruby mentioned, those trapped there relive their greatest regrets on a loop) and also: Been There Done That In That Place so it's not a good ending writing-wise. Not to mention what we've seen of grieving!Dean means he won't find peace either as long as Cas is in The Empty/dead. 15x18 was exclusively Castiel's love confession, so Dean's is surely on it's way, which means More Cas!

Dean’s reaction was very much in-character for him. Dean's a volatile smelting pot of Anger and Too Much Heart, especially this season, and while we've seen him blow up about some matters (Chuck's machinations, failing, losing people, etc.) and be honest and vulnerable about how he's feeling (with Sam, with Jack, with Cas - usually in regards to Chuck's BS, although I'm not just talking about season 15) Cas' love confession was something else altogether, something personal just for him, for them, something Brand New: Dean's best friend reveals he's in love with him, which is unprecedented for Dean on both counts. Losing people and losing battles and suffering because of trauma and his upbringing and The Ongoing Hunter Life - that's not new. But he has zero experience with receiving genuine love confessions, which also happen to come from his best friend (who he is also in love with if the past 12 seasons are anything to go by). So his shock/tongue-tied reaction is justified, it's expected really, because like you say an "I love you, too, Cas" just wouldn't feel organic for Dean or his years-long relationship with Cas (plus it's too soon, story-wise). While Misha gave us a stellar emotional outpouring for Cas (appropriate, since he was spilling his heart) Jensen did what he does best: micro-expressions, the nuance acting he's imbued into Dean's character since season 1 and one of the top reasons He Deserves All The Awards. Anyone who complains about Dean's "lack of reaction" isn't taking into account his shock and are apparently not fans of the show because again, that's Dean/Jensen, the subtle emotional shifts in his expression that have (skilfully) conveyed Dean's state of heart and mind through the years (when his contrasting emotional outbursts weren't on display). I understand wanting more from Dean in that moment, that folks feel cheated because they didn't get More, but.. we did: Tears steadily filled Dean's eyes as the scene progressed; Fear added to his Shock as Billie and The Empty showed up and as Cas was stolen away; and OFC the curled-up-and-freakin-sobbing moment at the end as everything sunk in, as he realised he couldn't even answer Sam's call (even if something else had gone wrong) because he would've broken down - which he did.

@ the folks who wanted more from Dean in That Scene: It's There. It's in the micro-expressions, meta, parallels, subtext, symbolism, callbacks - because this show has always needed more than a passing glance; it's about the layers, the story which every cast and crew member has always had a hand in enriching by giving the audience Something More to think about, More to feel. It's in the 15 years of Dean's character journey. It's in that closing scene. It's in the 2 whole episodes we're yet to see. It's there, you just gotta look for it. You're watching Supernatural, after all.

Once again, I encourage folks to read the brilliant meta that's been coming out in the wake of 15x18 (and all of season 15) as well as the insightful thought-posts of shippers who understand the layers and the journey of Dean and Cas' relationship and manage to sum-up canon happenings so beautifully in a hundred words or less.

And you're 100% right nonny 💚

We deserve this love story because we know Dean and Cas deserve this love story, because those involved in making the show have been building towards this for 12 years, that The Slowest Burn To Ever Slow deserves acknowledgement, closure, and a happy ending.

I know it can be hard to stay positive when your dash is littered with negativity, but remember you control the flow: use that block function for tags and post content. Unfollow and block the blogs you need to. If others get their rocks off criticising and hating The Things You Love, just ignore them. They're gonna live mad about Stuff but you don't have to. Pity the haters, but don't let them get you down. Also, post/like/reblog as much positive content as you can find; drown the haters in love.

You deserve happiness just like our beloved OTP.

[a-hidden-weeb-an-open-queer]

MHA but it's a wattpad werewolf fanfiction. P1.

As a werewolf wattpad author myself, I am taking the library to mock this strange culture phenomenon.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and abusive fathers, nothing super graphic. Slut shaming. Possible hints at beasality (???). And no spell checking. Read at your own risk.

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A/N: omg guyz!!!!! im so excited to share this story idea ahhhhh but I'm also super nervous please b nice :)))))))) also to all the haters I'm sorry you're peanut butter jealous of me >:}

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Hello, my name is Izuku Midorya! I am a 4'1 greenette with wide beautiful jade orbs and a slim body. Sadly, I'm very ugly :( because I wear glasses and enjoy comics and other geeky things that other people don't.

Today is my first day at ForestWood High school and I'm super nervous. Everyone at my last highschool hated me because I was super ugly and shy.

"Izuku, sweetie, get up you're gonna be late to school!" My mom whispered yelled through my door.

I gasp, my jade eyes blinking open in panic. I had another nightmare about my abusive acholic dad beating me :(

"C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-Ccoming mom." I stuttered.

I slip out of the soft comforters of my bed and quickly made my way to the mirror. My messy, green hair and beautiful jade orbs staring blinking at me. I frown. My ugly freckles are ugly against my super smooth and milky skin. God, I hated how I looked.

"Honey?" My mom whispered yelled again.

My abusive acholic dad used to beat her whenever he spoke higher than a whisper so now her voice is permanently damaged and she can't speak higher than a whisper ever again. Damn him!!!!!!

"Sorry! I'll be down quickly!" I gasped.

I totally forgot it was my first day at ForestWood High school - i hope the other kids don't bully me for my super ugly glasses and totally weird hobbies like reading comics or listening to Panic At The Disco!

I quickly pull on my vans, my best pair of jeans, and the cutest long sleeve shirt I have. It has to be long sleeved cuz my abusive acholic dad left burn scars all over my arms.

I look at myself through the mirror and nod happily - I am still super ugly tho.

"Hmmmm, it feels like I'm missing something....Oh!" I pulled on my glasses, almost forgetting them. Wow I'm such a klutz!

Laughing to myself, I climb down the stairs and find my mommy in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hi sweetie! I hope you aren't too stressed out about moving in the middle of sophomore year. It's just that we needed a new start after your abusive acholic father was arrested for a DUI." She whisper yells.

I nod. "No I understand mother."

She smiles. "Okay sweetie, so long you are happy. Do you want me to drive you?"

"No thanks" it's so lame to have your mom drive you too school, I think to myself.

My mom lays down a plate full of eggs, bacon, cheese, pancakes, sausage, and beans. I smile and take a piece of toast "thanks for breakfast mom" i say as i run outside.

"You're welcome honey!" She whisper yells back.

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Everyone is staring at me as I walk into the door of WoodForest High School. They all stare wide eyed before turning around to gossip to each other.

I nervously look down, clinching the schedule my student console gave me. Already the weirdo :( it must be the Naruto shirt I'm wearing.

Since I was looking down nervously, I didn't see the slut in front of me. I let out a gasp, body falling backwards as my papers are all scattered to the floor.

"Omg I am sooooooooooooo sorry!" I cried out, head snapping upwards.

Across from me sat the slutties person I've ever seen!!! With a skin tight, thigh high dress, super long heels, and a face full of makeup, he looked like a low-end prostitute.

"Omg! You better be sorry! My father just got me these heels! Ugh! Stupid human!!!!!" He said, beautiful blonde hair shining and gray eyes twinkling with anger.

"I-I-Im-" I stuttered.

"Just fucking shut up you stupid fucking whore omfg this is why i wanted Alpha Todorki to fucking kill all the humans and shit but nooooo that was genocide and bad. Ughhuuuy stupid ass fucking bitch." He yells down at me, standing up from the floor.

Around me the whole student body stares, most laughing or throwing in their own insults. Tears fill my jade orbs as I sniffle.

The slut huffs, spinning on his heels as he marches down the hallway. Everyone watches his ass as he goes because damn.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A kind and gentle voice calls out. I turn to see a beautiful brownette standing before me and I blush - she's so cute and nice!

"You must be the new guy! Hi! I'm Ochako~ and the person who just rudely left you sitting on the floor is Momoma - he's sorta the Queen Bee around here. And a mythic bitch" (A/N: if you got that reference plsssssssss be my friend 😭)

Ochako helps me pick up the single piece of paper I dropped when I ran into Momoma.

"Wait, how do you know I'm knew?" I ask confused.

Ochako laughs, sounding suspiciously nervous. Weird...

"Uh....its a small town and every one sorta knows every one hahahaha! OH! It looks like you have Mr. Aizawa first period, so do I! He's sorta of a hardass but is also super kind!"

I nod, "okay!" We walk down the hallway together.

"Hey, do you think you can tell me more about this school?" I ask, not wanting to repeat the same thing I rid with MoBitch.

Ochako nods, "sure! Well this school isn't like most because we have two packs right next to each other -" ochako's eyes widen as she looks my way. I am confused. "-I mean! Not packs. No. That's weird. Wolf like. I meant...families. Two different families and we don't like each other and we don't have many outsiders hahahha"

I blink before nodding, "that makes sense. Who are these families?" I asked like a good main protagonist.

Ochako continues with the NPC dialog. "Well first you have the Todorokis - Alpha, i mean, leader Todoroki is a real hard ass. His son is unmated, I mean, is currently not in a relationship. He's weird but nice. Then there are the bakugos. Alpha...leader Bakugo is real nice! I love her cooking but her son is super mean and is a bad boy so stay away from him. He's also single."

I nod as we come up to a science classroom, "thank you."

"Well, here we are! First period of the day! Ready for hell on earth?" She asks me with a wink.

I take her arm in mine, "only if you're ready to talk along side with me."

She laughs, "of course we're best friends after all."

"I've known you for five minutes."

"What?"

"Nothing."

We step into the classroom, arm in arm. I feel ready to face any weirdos or bad boys.

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A/N: omggggg that was so much fun 2 write and i feel like it was really good. Please comment and like :))))) it makes me happy and I'm very sad :(((((( love you alll!!!!!!! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxozoozz

[uenodivision]

The Champion (Sakurai Clan Ver.)

[Aranai:]

This is Ueno's Sakurai Clan!

[Kisouna:]

It's Verdict

[Shisuta:]

I'm The Saint

[Aranai:]

Ride or Die, bitch!

[Sakurai Clan:]

Let's go!

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

[Kisouna:]

Yomi baby, your mommy's at the top And from here, its a one-way stop Yes, I made it, and it's all because of you You're the inspiration for everything that I do It was a hard-fought battle, but we won in the end And I could not have made it without my friends Three badass women standing on the peak And from up here, everybody looks so meek The full power of the law is on my side With a vicious right hook and a screaming line drive Crushed all opposition in our way And at the end of the war, we seized the day So to all the Divisions, listen what I say Sakurai Clan is here, and here we will stay If you mess with one, then you mess with all And if you try to reach the top, you will only fall

[Sakurai Clan:]

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

[Shisuta:]

Dear Heavenly Father, let me start off and say Thank you ever so dearly for paving the way You helped us get to the light and out of the dark And now that we're here, we made our mark Many people said 'no', but You said 'yes' We had nothing to fear. Why? Cause we were blessed. The future was white, and oh so bright When we claimed victory, it was our right Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be here Alongside friends that I hold so dear Many bumps and bruises and scrapes and tears It was hard, but it was my Cross to Bear Trials and tribulations made us strong They put us on the right course where we belong To all of Ueno Division, you helped us grow So from me to you, I say Arigatou

[Sakurai Clan:]

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

[Aranai:]

Sakurai Clan, #1 rappers! Sakurai Clan, #1 group! Sakurai Clan, at the top! Sakurai Clan, never gonna drop! (Stop!) First and foremost, to all the haters out there Here's a big 'thank you' from here to everywhere Without your "support" and without your "praise" We'd probably be stuck at the bottom for days To the youth of the nation, it's time to rise up! Get on your feet, and raise a cup! This bitch right here just made a breakthrough! And I dedicate it to all of you! Tonight's drinks are gonna taste so damn good! We could buy the whole bar and throw a party in the hood! So before I depart, let me leave you with this Don't mess with the sakura, says the HBIC (Bitch!)

[Sakurai Clan:]

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

We are number one Yes, we are the champions When we go rap-pap-pan If you’re hearin’ this everybody jump around

[lokilickedme]

Well today was a shitshow.  Sit down and lemme tell you a little story about trusting your gut when someone seems too fakey-nice to be real.

Actually you know what? - it’s a long story so let me just give you a quick rundown.

(under the cut because my quick rundown ended up slightly longer than “quick” - this is a massive vent with trigger warnings for dog attack, injured children, animal bites, police, and hospitals.  Yeah, it’s been a goddamn HELL of a day)

Neighbors moved into the house next door maybe a year ago (it’s the house that inspired Hammer Of The Gods, just as an interesting side point) and the mom has always been one of those chirpy sunshiny waving-over-the-back-fence “call me anytime, I’ll bake cookies!” good neighbor types that make you feel a little bit unsettled, like, nobody can be that cheery and be for real, you know what I mean?  But we’ve never seen any dark side peeking out so we’ve always just accepted it at face value and waved back and gone about our business, happy in the belief that we got a real good neighbor this time.

So - neighbor lady has this rotten little shit of a dog that we have hated since day one.  We’re not dog haters, this is just a hellspawn beast that even Steve Irwin would want to euthanize.  It barks constantly (sometimes all night), and it gets out of their yard and comes into ours to either 1) take a shit in Little’s sandpit, or 2) snarl and chase Little while he screams and cries.  The kid is scared to go in his own back yard to play because he’s afraid of this shit dog even seeing him.

Neighbor knows this, has seen it happen, and always blows it off with a chirpy “Oh he just likes to roughhouse and play rough, you’ll be fine, he won’t hurt you!”

Yeah, no.  You don’t let your animal come into MY yard and terrorize MY children.  I have chased that beast off with rocks, the water hose, my own shoe more than once, and I stg if it hadn’t run off before I got back with the baseball bat there was one time when I likely would have killed the damn thing.  My child is terrified of it and it goes out of its way to come onto our property to snarl at him and chase him.  I’m not cool with that.  But we haven’t complained because we’re scared to death of making enemies of this neighbor.  Trust me, after the last people who lived in that house, we’re very anxious to stay friends with the ones in there now.  So we did the good neighbor thing and kept the peace by keeping our mouths shut.

Well.  Fast forward to tonight, after a year of putting up with that yappy vicious asshole.  Little is out in the front yard, playing right in front of the front door of our house.  He’s nowhere near their house or the fenceline to their yard, you can’t even see their front door from where he is.  Two steps and he would be inside our house, that’s where he’s at.  Absolutely ten THOUSAND percent nowhere near them or their house or their dog.  Neighbor opens her front door to leave and this shithead comes tearing out of their house on a straight beeline for Little.  It has to go all the way to the end of their front yard and around the end of the fence to even get into our yard, which means it had full intention of coming over here from the minute it got out of their house.  And it’s snarling and barking the whole way, which scares the everloving shit out of Little, because he’s been chased by this hellhound countless times and he knows what’s coming.  He immediately starts screaming and loses his damn mind to the point where he can’t think straight enough to turn around and run into the house, and he starts running in circles because, yeah, he’s a complete idiot when he’s scared, like most 8 year olds when being attacked by vicious animals.  And this stupid dog is right behind him, snarling and barking like a rabid goddamn demon, and Little is screaming that horrified deep-chest kind of scream that stops mothers’ hearts.

I hear it all the way at the far end of the house, over the loud music I have playing.  I’d already heard the dog but had assumed it was just barking through the fence like it always does.  But that scream - god, I hate that scream.  That scream is like a nightmare, you don’t want to hear it while you’re awake, ever.

So I run through the house and tear out onto the porch to see this dog straight up attacking my child.  My child is trying to run but the dog has hold of the back of the calf of his left leg, and Little is practically dragging the thing and screaming his lungs out, but it won’t let him go.  I slam the screen door open and scream BABY GET IN THE HOUSE!!!!! and bam, his brain kicks back in and he heads for me.  I grab him and he’s trembling so hard I thought he was having a seizure.

Now comes the kicker.  The neighbor lady is standing at the end of the fence, watching all this happen.  She yells for the dog to come to her, but that’s all she does.

Now for an even bigger kicker.  The teenage daughter is actually standing less than two feet away from Little and the dog when I get there, meaning she followed the dog into the yard but stood there and didn’t stop it when it started attacking him.  She was simply standing there.  I mean, I can sort of understand where she’s coming from on this, because she’s afraid of the damn dog herself.  But if I were watching my dog attack a small child, you better bet your ass and everything attached to it that I would be putting myself between that dog and that child - or at the very least kicking the dog or trying to grab it by the collar, anything to protect the child.  At least make a fucking effort.

Nope.  She stood there.  In my yard.  Watching her dog attempt to maul my child.  While the mother watched as well, from the safety of the end of the fenceline, while making one feeble attempt to yell for the dog to come.

Fuck them both.

So at this point I’ve grabbed Little and slammed the screen shut to keep the dog away, and the girl says “I’m so sorry!” and then just stands there looking at me like she’s expecting me to say it’s okay.  I’m inspecting my still-screaming child and I find that his leg is bleeding and has fucking HOLES IN IT.  I look through the screen at the teenager and say “IT BIT HIM!!!”

She just stands there.  She obviously doesn’t know what to do, she keeps looking over at her mother.  The mother never steps foot into the yard.  Not a damn step.

Again, fuck her.  I can forgive the teenager...but not the adult.

So my husband finally comes in from the back - up to this point he’s assumed the kids were just playing noisy and the neighbor’s dog was being a yappy little bitch from its own back yard like usual, but when I got Little into the house he finally realized those screams were serious and came running.  I told him the dog bit Little in our yard, and he runs outside but the dog and both women are gone.  He comes back in, confused about what’s happening, and I look him straight in the eye and say “That dog bit our kid, you do something.”

To his credit he snaps to action and runs out, heading straight over to the neighbors’ house to ask what the hell just happened.  She’s trying to get in her car and leave in a hurry, so he stops her and she starts laughing and saying how the dog loves to “roughhouse” and she wished Little wasn’t scared of him so they could play.  And husband, still not knowing what’s going on, has no choice but to let the woman get in her car and leave, but he asks her if the dog is current on its rabies shots and she says something to the effect of “I think so, we lost his tag” (husband was confused by the whole situation, bless him he’s no good at all in a crisis...that’s why he has me) and then she says she has to go and quickly gets the fuck out of Dodge.

When husband comes back in I tell him what I saw.  Little recovers his wits enough to start talking and tells us everything.  I clean the wound and hold him while we try to figure out what to do.  ER?  God, we were just in there a month ago when my eyeball exploded, we just got the bill for it a few days ago and have no idea how we’re going to pay it.  We’re not even sure they’ll see us again with that visit still on the books unless we pay them something on arrival.  But we’re going anyway, because this is our kid and we know we at the very least need to get this situation documented by someone official and make sure the bite doesn’t need care beyond what I can provide...but I need to know what to tell the ER crew when they ask if the dog has had its shots.  I start texting the neighbor, I send her pictures of the bite so she knows this is serious and she needs to work with me, I ask for information on the dog’s vaccine status, and she...straight up ignores me.  I text her again, making it clear that I need her to answer me ASAP because we’re likely going to the hospital and if I can’t tell them what they need to know, they’re going to be calling her.

A half hour goes by, and in the meantime I’m calling TeleHealth and googling shit as fast as I can, waiting for this woman to reply so we know what to do next, and when she finally responds she -

REFUSES TO GIVE ME ANY INFORMATION.

Yeah.

Two tries later - all I want is to know if the dog has had its shots, I even tell her she can just text me a picture of the dog’s collar tags or let me take a picture of its vaccine papers - and she comes back with “I don’t have any papers and his collar broke so the tags were lost.”

I realize at this point that there’s a reason why she won’t give me an answer and keeps evading.  I text her again and say “Ticia I need you to tell me right now HAS THAT DOG HAD ITS SHOTS”

She waits a while, then replies with “My friend does the vaccines for me.”  So I ask for the “friends” name and phone number so the hospital can call and get the information they need from them.  She makes me wait a long time again, after which she finally comes back with “Tell the doctor to call me and I’ll tell him what he needs to know.”

Okay, this is pure bullshit now.  One more try.  “IS THAT DOG VACCINATED OR NOT, YES OR NO?”

She finally replies one last time, with just a single name, “Hubbs”.

I google it - it’s a vet clinic, Hubbs is the doctor.  Wait, I thought she said her “friend” does it and there are no papers...?  So I call the vet clinic, but by this time it’s after hours and they’re closed and my only option is to leave a message and beg them to call me first thing in the morning.  Now I know why she waited so long in between replies...she was watching the clock.  I give husband a quick rundown of what’s been happening and he says “That’s it, I’m calling her.”

He calls her.  She doesn’t answer.

By this time I’m starting to cry and we’re both getting frantic.  I get the kiddo calmed down enough to leave the room and I call my mother - yeah, I know, I’m supposed to be on Active Shun status with her, but this is an emergency and she has experience in the legal field (I do too, but her know-how is far more recent than mine) and there’s no way in hell she would refuse to help her grandbaby.  She’s also the only level head I can think of at the moment.  So I suck it up and make the call.

In spite of everything, she comes through for me.  Lists off everything I need to be doing as far as documenting, getting him to the ER, filing a police report afterward if the neighbor decides to pull a vanishing act (the woman is out of town VERY frequently, sometimes we only see her once or twice a week so we know this is likely).  While I’m on the phone with her, my husband is on the phone with his friend, who is a veterinarian in another state.  Equine vet, but hey, they all have the same basic knowledge under their specialties.  Vet friend says get him to the ER tonight, as in right now, and starts a massive spiel on the danger of waiting since rabies is a possible factor in this equation.  Full panic is setting in now and I’m crying fullblown and vet friend is telling us to take him in NOW, we’re operating on a tight timeframe and rabies is something you don’t fuck around with and we do not want to cut it even remotely close.

So.  We grab our masks and get gone.  On the way to the ER I call the neighbor in one last ditch attempt to get something remotely useful information-wise from her.  She answers on what had to be the fifteenth ring, I was just about to hang up when there’s finally a terse “Hello.”  And while I’m breathlessly telling her we’re in the car on our way to the emergency room and I need to know if her damn dog has had its damn shots or my sweet little 8 year old boy is going to have to start a horrifically painful series of shots for something that likely isn’t even going to happen to him, she has the unmitigated BALLS to calmly and coldly say to me, “If I had that information I would have given it to you.  I can’t do anything until tomorrow.”

Again...say it with me.  FUCK. HER.  She doesn’t even ask if he’s okay.  Her attitude and tone make it clear that she’s considering this whole thing a waste of her time and she’s annoyed that I keep contacting her about it.

I hang up.  Not gonna let that bitch hear me cry.

We get to the ER, I run inside with Little, husband and Big have to stay in the car because Covid regulations.  We get temperature-checked at the door and then do the front desk check-in thing; it’s a quiet night and a small town thank god so we get taken to a room immediately, ER nurse asks what’s happened and I tell her.

She is PISSED.  Informs me that they’re going to be calling the police and that I won’t have to do anything, the Sheriff’s Department will handle it all.  She takes all Little’s stats, checks him over, then leaves to make the call.

Doctor comes in, super nice man, Dr Khan.  He’s not happy about the situation either, tells us they’ll get the police involved on our behalf, verifies that the bite will be okay with some careful tending and a ten day round of antibiotics.  He says since it’s highly unlikely a domestic pet is carrying rabies and this dog has a history of just being a bad tempered bitch, he’s not going to start Little on the horrific preventative treatment for the virus because it’ll likely be unnecessary - but that damn mutt IS going into quarantine and the CDC is being notified of the situation.

Husband texts me from the parking lot: COPS JUST PULLED UP.  About three minutes later Deputy Bishop walks in and he’s ready to rumble because he’s already mad about the call being for a dog attack, and when he sees the victim - all 48 lbs of tiny skinny little blue-eyed blonde haired angelfaced Little - he’s furious.  Takes all the information, asks a lot of questions, spends a lot of time with us, listens to Little, and then as he’s closing his notebook he tells me that he’s headed to neighbor’s house to inform her she’s in some shit now and she should have just cooperated with me from the start (yep I told him how she gave me the runaround).  But since she didn’t extend even the slightest bit of human decency, her dog is being put on the “problem animal” watch list and I’m to call him immediately if she gives me any trouble at all, ever, about any of this.

She not only has to quarantine the dog for ten days, she has to report to the CDC.  If she doesn’t comply, the dog will be taken by the authorities.  She’s also in trouble for not maintaining proper records on the dog’s vaccinations (which I think is because the dog ISN’T vaccinated - why would she have given me such a yank job about it if it was?  I straight up asked her FOUR TIMES “is the dog vaccinated” and she refused to give me a simple yes or no).

So it’s finally finished and we’re released from the hospital, and as we’re turning at the end of our street headed home we pass Deputy Bishop leaving neighbor’s house.  Neighbor is out in her front yard, dragging her trash cans to the corner in the dark as we go into our house.

She never looks at us, never asks how Little is doing.  Nothing.  Pretends we aren’t even there.  Her dog just fucking MAULED my kid, we’re literally just now home from the hospital because of it, we’re going to have an astronomical hospital bill, she could likely get SUED THE FUCK INTO OBLIVION AND BACK, she’s standing less than 20 feet away from us as we’re carrying the injured baby into the house...but she doesn’t even ask if the kid is okay.

This is where the learned lesson comes in.  Remember that fakey-sunshiny-chirpy-friendly “I’m a great neighbor, you’re so lucky to have me!” shit I mentioned at the beginning?  Yeah, we thought this lady was a super great person, we had nothing to make us think otherwise.  Now we do.  From the very first contact after the incident she attempted to make it our fault - said to me in one of the first texts that if we had a problem with her dog’s behavior we should have said so from the start (I had told her that the dog chased Little and snarled at him a lot, that this wasn’t the first time, and that she needed to make sure it was the last time).  She immediately got uppity with me and turned it into our mistake for not saying something every time the dog acted up.  Oh, okay, forgive us for trying to be good neighbors who don’t complain about everything.  That’s where we went wrong here!  Yeah it’s all our fault, sorry!  You’re completely within your rights to keep a dangerous animal that hates children next door to a family with children and not do anything to keep it under control.  Our bad, sorry to waste your time.

For the nth time...fuck her.  People show their true colors when they feel threatened, and I feel like she knew she likely has a lawsuit coming...and if she felt threatened by the possibility of a lawsuit, that means she knows she’s guilty and deserves one.

So anyway...Little is going to be fine, physically.  But he’s made it clear that he’s never going outside again.  (Say it with me, class...FUCK HER).  The shitty little dog has to be locked up for ten days, yay.  Personally I wish they’d taken it away, but at least there’s 10 days where Little can go out in his own damn yard without fearing for his life - if I can convince him it’s safe and talk him into it.  (Say it again...)

Tomorrow I talk to neighbor’s vet and get the truth, finally, about the damn thing’s shots (or lack thereof), and then I have to call our homeowner’s insurance and file a claim through them against neighbor’s insurance to try to get our hospital bill paid by her.  Which, you know, probably wouldn’t even have been necessary if the woman had cooperated with me from the start.  And then I get to start the long process of getting Little through his trauma and fear of ever going outside to play again.  And in 3-5 days I get the joy of going down to the police department to pick up a copy of the report.

And, of course, we get to deal with the cold shoulder from a suddenly not-such-a-nice-person uncaring next door neighbor who obviously thinks we’re assholes because the hospital called the police and reported her while our son was bleeding in the emergency room with holes in his leg the size of her precious pet’s teeth.

I won’t ever fall for that fakey-nice act again, from anyone.  My gut never truly believed she was as good as she pretended to be, and now I know my gut was right.  She’s a mother...yet she couldn’t even muster up that fake sunshine long enough to find out if a child was going to be alright.  A child whose injury and trauma were due to her negligence.  To me that makes the deception a thousand times worse.  She’s a goddamned mother and she flat doesn’t give a shit.  She didn’t even pretend to.

Words can’t even go where my feels are at the moment.  

[yandere-ac]

Can you do rosie..........

Yandere Rosie X Reader

In the spotlight

Cherished, beloved, adored. These are your typical descriptions of Rosie , the purple cat. She was a very popular pop artist, ranking in tens of thousands of views and listens to her songs every day. It was a simple fact, the cat was loved by many people. Now of course, she wasn’t as big as K.K. Slider. She was more of an “underrated artist” in a way. Still, she had her dedicated fans, adoring fans and even a fare share of creepy fans. However, something she didn’t have that much of, was haters. She had rarely seen people hate on her or her music. It was sort of an anomaly since she thought she would get more by now.

Yet, somehow, she managed to live on an island where one of her avid haters lived.

Chichi Ryder. A name which brought a frown to Rosies face. She was the island representative of I/N. Yet her description of the island was very misleading. She and Tom Nook advertised I/N as a nice island, full of support and relaxation. However, Rosie thought the opposite. Everyday, she would walk outside and see Chichi running around talking to everyone. Yet once she got to Rosie, she would scoff and run off. Rosie felt targeted, she felt outcasted. She didn’t have a lot of reasons to stay, she could move out easy as that. But there was one thing that kept her from packing her bags and leaving.

And that was you.

Y/N L/N. You were the one who found her on that deserted island. Running up to her, asking for an autograph, it was pretty obvious that you were a fan. She found you to be very adorable and sweet. And so, when you asked if she could move in to your island, she happily accepted. That day she went home, stomach full of butterflies. However, her momentary joy soon faded once she realised who ran the island. Not you, but Chichi. Not only that but she soon found out something even WORSE! The fact if the matter was, you were not only friends with Chichi, no, you were in fact DATING Chichi!

This absolutely broke Rosie. She had been genuinely interested in you, so to find out that someone like Chichi was not only the island’s representative but also your girlfriend, it stung. It was like salt in the wound, someone punching her while she’s down, kicking sand in her eyes after destroying her sandcastle. Let’s just say, she was bitter about it. But she told herself she wouldn’t let it get to her. No, she was above this sort of drama. People like Chichi were simple worms trying to get a bit of light from her spotlight after being downcast in the darkness for so long. She wouldn’t let it get to her.

“Rosie!!!” She knew that voice. She would recognise that voice anywhere. It was the voice that would bring her the little happiness she felt while living on I/N. It was you. “HIIIIII Y/N!!! What’s up!” Rosie exclaimed as she looked over to you. You were running towards her, a pep in your step, looking very excited. Once you were near her you gave her a big hug before taking out something from your pockets. It was a gift! Neatly wrapped in pink wrapping paper and swiftly tied together with a cute little bow in a darker shade of pink. She looked at the present in amazement before looking over at you. You extended your arms, holding out the present for Rosie. “For me?” She asked, a soft smile gracing her lips. You enthusiastically nodded as you gave her a wide smile. Rosie happily took it, staring down at it for a few seconds. It looked so pretty, she didn’t want to ruin it by unwrapping the paper. But curiosity and temptation was shaking her to the core with anticipation. She wanted to rip it open. Tearing into the paper, destroying its beautiful exterior. But she couldn’t do that, she had to hide away her animalistic instincts from you. If she didn’t... you might hate her...

So she carefully unwrapped the present. Having to forcefully push down her want to rip it into shreds. Looking inside she saw a cute pink bow. Hey eyes when wide and she let out an audible gasp as she looked at the present in her hands. It was beautiful. “Oh my god! Are you like, for sure I can have this?” She felt herself getting all flustered, you knew her style so well. “Of course! You’re my friend! And I got this just for you!” This statement made Rosie choke up. It felt like her breath was caught dead still in her throat. Thrashing to escape but ultimately stuck. Friend. That word conflicted her. On one hand, she felt the affection of you actually considering her a friend. She felt very accepted and loved while she was with you. But on the other hand... friends?! Is that all you’ll ever be??? Just two gal pals? She didn’t want that. She wanted to kiss your beautiful face. Embrace you, feel you soft skin against her fur. She didn’t want to be friends, she wanted something more, she wanted for you to be hers. And only hers.

“Thank you Y/N! I love... it... I love it so much!” And with that she put the bow on and gave you a big hug. You felt so nice in her arms. Right where you belonged.

“Sweetkins!” The tender moment was interrupted by the one person Rosie DIDN’T want intervening. Chichi fucking Ryder. But of course she of all people would interrupt you two. Breaking the hug, you looked up at your girlfriend and quickly letting go of Rosie all together. You seemed to get a little more nervous. She embraced you lovingly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around for a few seconds before finally putting you back down again. You planted a kiss on her lips and Rosie had to resist the urge to puke. Chichi turned from you and looked over at Rosie. “Oh... hello Rosie...” Chichi said as she gave Rosie a stern look. She hid behind a smile, but it was easy to see all the hate and resentment behind her eyes. “Hello Chichi, how are you?” Rosie said, almost in a sickeningly sweet tone. “Hmph. I’m doing fine. Anyways, Y/N! I wanted to tell you that I can’t make it to tonights movie night” She said as she turned to you, a small frown forming on her face.

This made you sulk as you looked at her with puppy eyes. “Oh don’t do that sweetie...you know how stressful it’s been.” “I know I know. But it’s just... you never have time for me anymore...” Rosie couldn’t help but smile to herself. One thing that made this whole situation better was the fact that yours and Chichis relationship wasn’t the most stable at this time around. She was hoping you two would break up soon.

“I know sweetheart. The island rep work has just been a lot lately...” you let out a big sigh at this. “Okay, I get it...” in response to this, Chichi graced Y/N’s hand slightly. “But hey, I have time now. So why don’t we do something?” Y/N’s eyes lit up as she said this. And so, Chichi grabbed ahold of her partners hand and ran off. Just before the three departed, Rosie could swear she saw ChiChi shoot her a glare.

God she hated Chichi!!! Such a disgusting and hateful individual did not DESERVE to be with someone like you! She wish she could just disappear!!! Then she could have you for herself. Yeah. All to herself... with nothing to take you away from her...

“Why do you like her so much Y/N? She’s just so...annoying” Chichi told her you once you two were far away enough from Rosie. She had her arm wrapped around your waist as you were calmly walking throughout the island. You frowned at your girlfriend as she said this. “Chichi, we agreed on this. I would get to invite 3 villagers while you got to invite the other 7. Why do you have to question my choices? I don’t judge you for the islanders that you choose...” This statement made Chochi roll her eyes. “I’m not judging you Y/N. I’m just wondering what you find appealing with her. God you don’t need to be so dramatic.” You hated when she did this. She would always do stuff like this! She was always so insensitive to your feelings and every time you would bring this issue up with her she would ignore it. “I just like her okay! She’s really sweet and she’s given me more support then you’ve ever-“ You stopped yourself mid sentence, realising what you were saying. “What? What had she done Y/N?” Chichis voice was filled with spite. Your gaze was fixated to the ground, refusing to look into her eyes. “Look at me Y/N!” As she said this she grabbed ahold of your chin and forcefully yanked your head to her so that you would face her. “That’s better. Now, what did she do?” You were thrashing in your grip but it only tightened as you did this. “....nothing...she has done nothing for me...”

1 am. That’s how late Chichi stayed up to terraform the island that night. Rosie had to admit, she worked very hard on the island. Too bad after she’s done there would be no one left to terraform or decorate this place. As she approached, Chichi turned her head around to see who was there. “Oh...it’s you...what are you doing here?” She turned back around to her work, she was currently making a heart pond. “I wanted to discuss something with you.” When Rosie said this, Chichi let out an audible laugh. “Oh yeah? I don’t care what you have to say Rosie! I don’t care about you in the slightest.” Rosie walked closer to her, her face was dead serious. “It’s about Y/N.” This made Chichi stop what she was doing completely.

“....what about 'em” Rosie was now coming even closer, backing Chichi up into the two curves at the top of the heart, effectively trapping her. “I’m gonna cut to the chase Chichi.” As Rosie said this she put her hands in the pockets of her dress. “I know what you did to Y/N.” Chichis eyes went wide as her breath hitched up. “I...I haven’t done anything to-“ “bullshit! You know damn well what you did! I know what you did this afternoon, I know what you’ve done when you two were alone, or at least, when you thought you were alone...” Rosie was now coming even closer to the girl, and chichi was backing up slightly. Seemingly unsure of what the cat was doing. “I know every horrible thing you did to her...but like I said. Let me CUT-“

Chichi could feel a sharp pain in her chest, crimson red blood pouring out of the freshly formed wound. She wanted to scream but Rosie tackled her to the ground, or more accurately, half of her body to the ground. The upper part of her body was now under water as Rosie sat on the lower half of her body, forcing her head under water. Chichi thrashed and struggled, trying to get out. The heart ponds water was slowly becoming redder and redder as Chichis struggles became weaker and weaker. And after about one minute, the struggling stopped, just like the bubbles coming out from Chichi did. But Rosie was a careful cat. She made sure to give one or two extra stabs to the gut, not just to make sure she was dead, but truth be told, she was really enjoying it.

Now to get to work.

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. That of course was your breathing pattern as you were sleeping. Rosie on the other hand was barely able to control her heavy breaths as she looked at your peaceful form. Not only because of how breathtaking you were but also because of the adrenaline that was still coursing through her veins. Maybe...maybe if she just. Rosie took her paw and stroked your cheek slightly, caressing it with her thumb and feeling her pulse slow down. That is. Until you started to let out a sting of groans and you opened your eyes slightly. It was still very dark and judging by the look of your face you might not have realised that it was Rosie.

“....Chichi? What are you doi-IMMHHPH!!!” Rosie has draped a cloth over your mouth. She knew that she had to do this, it was the one thing she came here to do. But she had her fun now, time to get to work. She pressed the cloth against your mouth and nose harder, you were struggling and panicking. Meaning you are going to breathe in more and more as you hyperventilate. Your eyes looked at hers as they filled with tears and pain. You probably thought she had betrayed you, that she was going to kill you or something. Silly you, of course she wouldn’t! She loved you! ...she had avoided doing something this drastic, she had hoped that you and Chichi would have broken up by now but you seemed to be to scared of her to do anything. And she simply could not let her sweet sweet baby go through any more abuse than they’ve already gone through. My god was it gonna be great to see your face when she showed you her surprise! Whether your screams would be of joy or horror, she was gonna get immense pleasure.

She had tried to act normal around you for so much time. She had tried to get a normal relationship with you. But temptation ate at her, it consumed all sense of logic or reason inside of her. Until all that was left was a hungry animal. A hungry animal that craved for one and only one thing.

You.

“Yoyhoo...time to wake up sweety...Y/N? Could you please open your eyes for me? Could you do that?” You heard a distance voice call out to you. Was that Rosie. You tried to open your eyes, slightly wincing at the newfound light that found its way into your vision. You tried to rub your eyes but once you lifted your arms you noticed two things. They felt heavier and they made a little jingle as you lifted them. What in gods name... you tried to force your eyes open only to feel something grab your cheek. It was a soft paw, stroking your left cheek slowly in a loving manner. After a few seconds you finally managed to open your eyes just to see Rosie, sitting besides you.

“Oh you’re awake now! Great!” She said as she clasped her hands together! Looking around your surroundings you quickly became horrified with what you saw. You were chained up in what appeared to be a basement of some sort. But the true horror was right in front of you. Rosie, the cat you loved so dearly, had blood all over her. And a deranged look in her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in god knows how long and her breathing was very spastic. “R-Rosie?! What the hell are you doing?! Why am I here?! Who’s blood is that?!” You citied out, the strong feeling of dread growing stronger and stronger.

“Oh why my sweet little Y/N! You’re here because I’ve had enough. Enough of watching her abuse you! Enough of waiting by the sidelines! Enough of letting her play around with something that’s not hers...” Rosies voice got more and more serious as she spoke. Voice dripping with venom. She stared off at the wall for a few seconds before looking back to you. Her face now completely normal. “Oh! That reminds me! I almost forgot your gift!” Rosie said cheerfully as she hopped off into a different room for maybe about two minutes, leaving you all alone. You could feel yourself starting to hyperventilate. You had never told Rosie about what Chichi did to you, so how did she know?! Did she stalk you!? It could very well be possible since she kidnapped you!

But you didn’t get much time to think as you heard the sound of footsteps approach you. Rosie was now back in the room, holding a present box. It was wrapped in pink wrapping paper and a darker pink ribbon. Just like the one you gave her yesterday...Rosie looked at you with anticipation. “Go on open it!” You didn’t know what you should do...the present had an thick oozing smell lingering around you. It made you gag. It smelled like something and died in there. But with the last drop of courage left in your body, you took the present and started to unwrap it. God what a mistake that was. Once you opened the box you let out a scream and dropped the present on the floor. Out of the box, fell a heart, splatting in the ground as it let out a disgusting sound. You looked trembled at the horrific scene in front of you.

“What the fuck!” That was the only thing you could say. Rosies face turned from a happy excited smile to a sad and disappointed smile. “Do you not like it? But I spent so much effort carving it out for you! Whatever...maybe you’ll be happier to know who it belonged to.” Rosie said, walking closer to you. You backed up, trying to get away only to be met by the cold wall against your back. As Rosie leaned closer to you, you felt tears well up in your eyes simply because of the fear you felt. “Can you guess?” She asked, now a mere inches away from your face. “N-No...ple-ease...I don’t-“ “oh Y/N. It’s Chochis heart of course! When you gave me that bow I thought, how could I possibly repay you. And so I though, what better way then to give you my heart! Sadly, I can’t really do that, so I had to settle for the next best thing. Chichi! Now she’ll never lay a finger on you again.”

Your trembling was now growing more violent. What is wrong with this cat, no, this monster! She killed your girlfriend! Sure you hated Chichi down to your core but you didn’t want her to die!

“Why?” Why was the only question that came into your head. “Why me? Why her?! Why would you do this! What did I do to deserve this!?” Tears were now pouring out from your eyes. Rosie simply dishes you as she crawled you next to you, wrapping her arms around you. “Because I love you...I wanna spend my life with you Y/N. You don’t understand how unbearable life alone in the spotlight has been. I wanna share that spotlight with you by my side! Chichi was in the way. So I disposed of her. But you don’t have to worry about her...”

“You’ll never have to worry about her again”