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My barbie doll <3<3<3 It's Wilma if you know her you love her and if you don't know her. Well. Love her anyway <3

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Home (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry for @maggiescarborough​‘s 400 Followers Challenge. Congrats again, love 🌺

This is another silly, fluffy thing. It’s probably boring, sorry 😔

Since Ivar is undoubtedly a Scorpio, this story takes place in November 😉

The prompt: surprising the character on their birthday.

@geekandbooknerd​, thanks for beta reading this for me ♥️ And @inforapound​, thanks for helping me out ♥️

Thanks to google translate too 😉 jeg er allerede begyndt at lære dansk: I've already started to learn Danish.

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Summary: On his birthday, Ivar is in a very bad mood. The only present he wants is you, but there is an ocean between you two.

Warnings: Ivar’s bad temper (is that ever a warning??); soft, soft Ivar; fluff+++.

Words: 3209

When his phone rings, Ivar's first thought is to throw it across the room. Looking down, he then sees the name on the screen and closes his eyes. Snippets of his days run through his mind: how he had snapped at Ubbe – I don't give a shit about what you're saying, brother; how his outburst had brought to tears his new personal assistant – if you don't even know how to make a fucking coffee, I should probably fire you; how Harald, his longtime business partner, had hung up on him, angering him even more – you may be smart, Ivar, but when you're such in a bad mood, you're worthless. I'll call you tomorrow.

 Ivar knows he needs to calm down. He's so pissed off – at everything – that his right quadriceps is constantly spasming, his thigh as hard as rock. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, he sighs loudly, pinches the bridge of his nose and eventually grabs his phone.

 "Mor?" He's sure his mother won't fail to notice the hint of sharpness in his voice. She won't acknowledge it, though, used to his temper.

 "Hello Darling." There's a tremendous amount of love packed in those two little words, yet it doesn't bring a smile on his stern face. "I just wanted to let you know that Sven is on his way. He left Kattegat forty minutes ago. He is going to take you home."

 Clenching his jaw, Ivar stops himself from telling his mother that Kattegat, for him, is no longer home. Not anymore. The truth is, he doesn't know where home is. Home isn't his luxurious loft in in the very center of Copenhagen either. Home should be where you are. But you're so far away…

Ivar clears his throat. "I still don't get it, Mor. Why should I go with your chauffeur? You do know I can drive, don't you?"

 "Oh, honey, of course I do. But we've been over this, remember? You had to work the whole day, on your birthday, and I just want you to relax. Traffic can be brutal this time of day. Just let Sven bring you home. Maybe take a nap in the backseat, or just allow your thoughts to wander. I want you to be rested tonight, sweetheart." His mother pauses for a few seconds, and when she speaks again, her words are careful, her tone almost hesitant – so unlike her, his heart softens a little. "You did pack a bag, didn't you?"

 Ivar can't help but roll his eyes and then settles his gaze on a brown leather duffel bag right next to his mahogany desk. He knows that whatever his mother might expect, he won't stay the night. And if she doesn't allow Sven

to drive him back to Copenhagen, he will just call a cab. He won't argue about it right now, though – everything in its own time.

 Letting out a small sigh, Ivar nods uselessly, a hand running through his hair. "Yes Mor, I did."

  Sven knows better than to talk to him and, in the backseat, as the car speeds down the highway, Ivar closes his eyes and tries to relax. Anger still coursing through his veins, it turns out it's a nearly impossible task. It seems as if everything has gone wrong since he woke up and he's therefore mad at the whole world. He's mad at all those stupid, infuriating people he had to interact with. He's mad at Sven for taking him to Kattegat. He's mad at his mother for inviting him for his birthday. He's mad at himself for accepting. He's even mad at you, for not being here; for not making the impossible possible. For leaving him alone. And no matter if deep down he knows how unfair it is to you; because of course, you'd be here if you could. But he can't help it. He's mad at you because he misses you, every day a little more, to the point where the ache in his heart is far worse than the pain in his legs.

 And today, he misses you like crazy. To the point where sadness floods his mind. To the point where anger takes control. Because today may be his birthday, but it's also the anniversary of your first kiss, first and foremost. And he wants you here, right next to him, for now and forever.

  Fourteen months ago, after yet another surgery, and because even if he knew all too well that he couldn't stay by himself while recovering, the mere thought of his mother's overprotective presence made him nauseous, he had flown – fled – to Canada, to Floki's. The old fool had welcomed him with open arms, turning one of the many guest rooms of his house into a high-tech physiotherapy space. That's where he met you. At first, you had been just his physical therapist, then his date, his girlfriend, and now you are his lover. And if he's back in Denmark for nine months now, you're still in Canada. He had thought he could handle a long-distance relationship. He couldn't have been more wrong. Your absence just kills him.

 As a boat whistle can be heard, Ivar slowly opens his eye and then looks around. Frowning, he scratches his head, confused and annoyed. Since the Lothbrok mansion is located on a hill overlooking Kattegat, there's never any reason to go by the seaside to get there. Never ever. "We're on the wrong road, Sven. Why are you going to the shore?" Ivar speaks in a demanding tone of voice that doesn't impress Sven one bit.

 The obedient chauffeur barely shrugs. "I'm just following orders, Sir. Your mother's orders."

 Now riled up, irked, Ivar snorts, his nostrils flaring. "My mother asked you to drive me here?" Without waiting for an answer, he takes his phone out of his back pocket, gasping as Sven comes to a halt in front of The Nimb Hotel, the hotel palace of Kattegat.

 When his mother doesn't pick up the phone, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach, he tries to get ahold of Hvitserk, Ubbe, and even Sigurd, but to no avail. Fuming, his hands curling into fists, Ivar clenches his teeth. Did his mother organize a fucking birthday party even though she knows he hates that? She wouldn't dare. No, she wouldn't.

 Oh, fuck. Sure, she would. She totally would. And it'd explain why she had been so adamant about having Sven drive him. She wanted him here, in this fucking hotel, and not at the mansion. It explains why his brothers don’t answer the phone. Because they know that if they did, he would yell at them to fuck off. He can’t believe it!! What’s got into his mother?? What the fucking hell??!!!!

 For a split second, he hovers a trembling pointer finger over the screen of his phone. Calling an Uber and going back to Copenhagen would be so easy. But as tempting as it may be to just run away, he knows he won't do it. He can't. Because it'd hurt his beloved mother, and the thought is unbearable, even though he's angry with her right now. That's why, whatever she may have planned, he'll deal with it, putting on a brave face for her sake.

 And that's why he doesn't object when Sven opens his door, "This way, Sir," his hand gesturing toward the hotel entrance, flanked by two ostentatious marble columns. Ivar uses his hands to place his right leg out of the car and he then slowly stands up, one hand on his crutch and the other on the car door, before following the gray-haired chauffeur, a permanent scowl on his face.

As they walk through the lobby, he is surprised when Sven leads him onto an elevator, pressing the twelfth-floor button. He would have thought that his mother would have privatized the hotel restaurant. But the restaurant is on the main floor. What's on the upper floors other than rooms? A roof terrace, probably. His mother would never throw an outdoor party in the middle of November though. Nothing makes sense.

 Confused, Ivar tilts his head while the lift is going up. "Where are we going?" Sven doesn't react to his harsh tone, just repeating his reply from earlier. "I'm following orders, Sir. I am walking you to where your mother ordered me to walk you." He doesn't utter another word, getting out of the elevator as soon as the door opens.

 Ivar tightens his grip on his crutch and follows him to what seems to be a hotel room. Or more specifically, and as it's written on the door, the executive suite. More and more bewildered, he watches Sven swiftly knocking on the door before using a card key to unlock it. Holding it open, the chauffeur steps aside, "I've been asked to tell you that the sunroom is over there," waving his hand slightly to the left, Sven then gives a slight nod to an astounded Ivar, "I now take my leave, Sir. I wish you a delightful evening."

  As Ivar slowly crosses the living room, the slight thud of his crutch on the hardwood floor alerts you of his presence. Shivering with excitement and your heart pounding in your chest, you struggle but don't move, don't say a word; not yet.

 Taking a tentative step into the sunroom, which, he's sure of it, offers during daytime a breathtaking view on the bay of Kattegat, a dumbfounded Ivar notices the candles first – there are candles everywhere, their soft glow creating an intimate ambience – and then the table for two elegantly set in the middle of the room.

 "What the fuck is going on?" Ivar grumbles, irritation obvious in his voice, and you know it's time for you to show up, or he may leave. Stepping toward him and into the light, you absently rub your sweaty palms up and down your black dress, your heart now beating so hard and so fast you wonder if he can hear it. This is it. The moment you were waiting for, for weeks now. You couldn't be happier, and yet you can't help but be nervous. Could he reject you? You don't think so but with Ivar, you never know… Swallowing the lump in your throat, and even if you can barely breathe, you manage to crack a smile at the exact moment he sets his eyes on you. "Happy birthday, my love, and happy anniversary too."

 Ivar's jaw drops, his eyes widen, and a soft gasp escapes his plump lips. He wobbles for an instant and you quickly close the gap between you and him, steadying him by placing both your hands on his hips. Your touch shaking him out of his stupor, he blinks a few times, his piercing blue eyes never leaving your face. "Y/N, is it… is it really you?" With a trembling voice and tears in his eyes, he stutters, dazed and surprised. "By the gods, what… what are you doing here?" His arm finding your waist, Ivar pulls you closer. There's a whirlwind of emotions on his face, but there's mostly love. You're sure he won't reject you.

 "Did you really think I was going to miss your birthday?" Standing on tiptoes, you give him a long kiss before whispering in his ear, "And I missed you so much, my love."

 Rough fingers caress your face as Ivar looks down at you incredulously. "But… I… I don't understand… I… I thought you were busy with work. But you're here… How?"

 "By plane, obviously," you quip playfully, and your lover rolls his eyes and shakes his head, before suddenly frowning. "That's really a wonderful surprise, Y/N, and I'd love to stay here with you but we… we should go… My mother… I think she's waiting for me, for us… You know, since it's my birthday, she wanted to throw…" Ivar stops talking when it dawns on him that he has been – to his delight – tricked, and you just smile. "Mother never planned a party, did she?"

 It's your turn to shake your head. "No, she never did, you're right. She knew I was coming and since I needed a little help, she agreed to play along. Tonight, it's just you and me, my love." Ivar's eyes sparkling with joy, your smile grows wider. "She's expecting us for lunch tomorrow, though."

 Nodding, Ivar flashes you a beaming smile that falters almost immediately as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. As he stifles a hiss of pain, you wrap his right arm around your shoulder and your left around his waist. Without a word, you lead him to a corner of the sunroom, help him to sit down on a huge nest chair and finally breathe a sigh of satisfaction as you snuggle into his side.

 His hand running up your arm, Ivar cups your face and looks at you fondly. "You being here with me is the best birthday gift ever." He then kisses you passionately, his hands roaming your back and your fingers threading through his long hair. When he breaks the kiss, he still holds you close and you lean into his warmth, your head resting on his chest.

 "When are you flying back?" Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, Ivar clenches his jaw as you pull away just enough to look at him. You know he hates the idea of you leaving him once again. You don't have time to answer him as he keeps going. "Guess you'll stay through the weekend, but when is your flight? On Monday morning?"

 A mischievous smile playing on your lips, you wrap your fingers around his hand. "There's no flight, Ivar, not anymore. I'm not going anywhere. I'm afraid you're stuck with me, my love."

 Swallowing, Ivar just stares at you for long seconds, a frown on his confused face. "What… What are you talking about? If this is a joke, it's a very bad one." He eventually manages to say, his bottom lip trembling.

 "I swear it's not a joke." You reassure him as you readjust your position, straddling him carefully. Your thumb stroking his cheek, you give him a quick peck before explaining yourself. " I hate our current situation, and I know you do too. I don't want to live like this anymore, between two flights, between two countries. I don't want to miss you anymore. My life is with you, my love. And since you can't exactly relocate the Lothbrok Company, it's up to me to move, which I'm happy to do."  

 Dumbstruck, Ivar remains speechless for a long time, but you can tell by the smile on his lips that he's thrilled by the news. Tilting his head, he finds his voice again. "You are serious? Wow! You do realize you'll have to find a new job, learn another language? That's not nothing."

 "Actually," you place your hands flat on his chest, "I've already found a job. Floki still has strong connections here, did you know that? On the same day I made up my mind, he was already making calls. He has been amazing, truly! I start working in a rehab clinic within a fortnight. As for the language…", you stop and inhale deeply before saying hesitantly, "jeg er allerede begyndt at lære dansk." Ivar's wry smile tells you that your pronunciation could have been better, but you don't mind. It's a first step. "Anyway," you exclaim, beaming, "You know me, I love a challenge!"

 "I just can't fucking believe it!" Ivar shines with happiness and it melts your heart. His next question, though, makes you wince internally. Because on that particular point, you're suddenly afraid you've put the cart before the horse.

 "Where are you going to live?"

 Lowering your gaze, you begin to fidget nervously. "I…", you clear your throat, closing your eyes, "I was thinking… well… Maybe I could… I don't know if…" As soon as you realize you're getting nowhere, you stop; you know you have to muster up the courage to be straightforward. Releasing a short sigh, you tilt your head up. "I was hoping we could live together. I mean if you want to. It's fine if you don't, I'll rent an apartment."

 Literally thunderstruck, his eyes fixed on you, Ivar swallows loudly. "You… You…" He stammers, an incredulous expression on his face. "You want to live with… with me?"

 As you nod while muttering under your breath "Only if you want to," a broad smile spreads over his lips and he blinks a few times. "Of course, I do. But you do know that", his sheepish look is unmistakable, "I'm not exactly easy to live with, right?"

 Relief floods through you and you burst out laughing as you remember what he put you through when you were his physical therapist. "I do know you, my stubborn, grumpy, short-tempered and moody lover! And guess what, my love? I wouldn't want you any other way. Plus, as I said, I love a good challenge!"

 Without even trying to hide his elation, Ivar throws his arms around your waist, giggling, "It's a deal, then," before peppering light kisses all over your face. His mouth barely an inch from yours, he's about to kiss you as your stomach rumbles. Embarrassed, you want to hide your face but Ivar, all smiles and laughing eyes, grasps your hands, squeezing them. "Guess we should feed you."

 Checking your watch, you stand up reluctantly. "Actually," you point at the table behind you, "we should be served a meal in less than five minutes." Reaching out, you grab Ivar's left hand as he hauls himself to his feet, handing him his crutch once you're sure he found his balance.

 Now towering over you, Ivar gives you a thank-you smile. "So, tell me Y/N, what's the plan for tonight? Besides dinner, I mean." The naughty grin adorning his features tells you the answer he's hoping for.

 "Well," you can't resist teasing him, "I was thinking maybe we could take an after-dinner walk on the shore afterwards, and later, there's this wonderful documentary about penguins I wouldn't want to miss, so yeah, that's the plan."

 "Ooooh, look at you!" You can't help but laugh your head off as Ivar's smile falters, a crease forming between his eyebrows and pouty lips shouting his displeasure. "I'm just kidding, my love," you soothe him, your thumb grazing his mouth, "there's this whirlpool-bath I'm dying to try in the bathroom if you're up for it. And after that, I'm going to make love to you, my birthday boy." Ivar's breath hitches as your hands squeeze his butt cheeks playfully. "And then we'll sleep. And tomorrow we'll go and have lunch with your mother. And when we're done there, you'll…" Overwhelmed with emotion, you stop, your eyes filling with tears.

 "I'll…?" Ivar asks as a crooked smile tugs at his lips.

 You swallow away the lump in your throat, intertwining your fingers with his. "You'll take me home, won't you?"

 There are tears in his eyes as well, but when Ivar nods, the smile that flashes over his face is a wide, shining one. "Yes, my love, I'll take you home."

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L0ne St@r 2x12 Hate Watch

DO NOT REBLOG THIS ONE - thanks, I’m trying to fly under the radar with my negative opinions here

Usual disclaimer, and I mean it this time: If you watch and love this show, that’s great and I hope you continue to enjoy it. Please don’t read this - simply go about having a lovely day.

If you do love this show and T*rlos and are braving this anyway - do not come in here. I mean it. This is not a T*rlos friendly zone. I do not ship it. Please enjoy your ship in peace and harmony. I have no intention of getting into arguments with anyone, I will simply ignore you.

I have done everything I can to avoid this showing up in the tags, whatever the LS tags are. Don’t send me hate on anon because I’ll delete them; I don’t care if you think I should stop watching the show, I’m not gonna. I like to suffer.

Eddie Diaz for calm and strength and to centre ourselves:

Hate, as always, under the cut:

Let's do this fucking thing, I've heard bad things about this episode

And I already know I'm wrong about the arsonist which is ANNOYING but maybe also too obvious so that's okay, I also know who the arsonist is and all the main plot points but I’ve still got to watch it to really appreciate the subtle nuances of the episode:

Oooh Billy

I ship it

Billwen for the win

This show is so dumb

Billy is smarter than Owen, maybe he should be the captain of the 126

I miss his lightning scars though

He's TWO HOURS LATER FOR DINNER

TK is looking as bland as always

They seriously waited for two fucking hours for this guy

Maybe should've put some deodorant on before going to dinner there Owen

You know I can't imagine the OG doing a storyline as dumb as this

So Carlos' dad thinks it's someone who works at the 126 or just a firefighter in general?

Well gosh darn it, it looks like Owen fits that profile exactly!

At least we get some Judd early in the episode and I love him

Angela Bassett is executive producer on this show as well? I hope she gets paid cash money for this

Billy is the red herring and I fell right into their trap

I just really wanted it to be him

Ooh Grace was listening

Oh it's 100% the arson investigator and Billy is 100% turning Owen in, I love him

Billy is amazing

He's my favourite character on this show

I hope he's not working with Owen to get the arson investigator? I hope he's actually this devious

I want him to be THIS DEVIOUS

Why the fuck does Owen wear that hoodie everywhere

TK is now having a little bitch fit

"they can't do that, can they?" he asks in a monotone, his face blank and devoid of expression

TK's real real dumb

Oh ho ho is this the shoving scene

IT IS

God Ronen CANNOT ACT

Okay so while I think it is wildly unbelievable that they would send TK's boyfriend to tell him that his father had been arrested by HIS father – it seems like a conflict – I would like to say that Carlos is being calm and reasonable

And TK is acting like a little BITCH

This is escalating quickly

Oh TK you so dumb

THE SHOVING

Wow

FOUR TIMES

Wow

Your fave is problematic, yo

Carlos deserves better than this whiny little piece of shit

And now, an interlude while I rant:

Let's talk about how Eddie Diaz yelled at Buck once in a supermarket and the fandom has never forgotten it; how his character has been villainised despite everything else going on in the show at the time, for that one fucking scene – let's talk about all the fics where Eddie hits Buck, or punches him, or rapes him – because you know those fics exist – let's talk about the "Eddie is violent" narrative that parts of this fandom like to push because Eddie yelled at Buck, one time, once, in a supermarket

Totally ignoring the fact that at no point at all, in any other episode he’s been in, has he been violent towards Buck, at all - let’s talk about how the street fighting arc was out of character for Eddie, because he was struggling to cope and looking for an outlet - let’s talk about how Buck and Eddie moved past that whole storyline and strengthened their relationship; how they built a family together, how they’re a team and they have each other’s backs no matter what, and how, not once in the entire show, have they ever been violent towards each other or pushed each other around in anger - NOT ONCE.

And let's talk about this scene, where TK, ya boy, ya sweet tender boy, just shoved the man he says he loved four times, violently, in front of people at the firehouse.

I betcha any money he doesn’t get tarnished with the Eddie-Diaz-is-violent brush, because he can do no wrong. He’s the fan favourite, and this is totally glossed over by the end of the episode and nothing will ever be said about it ever again.

Because wow, you guys. Wow. If this was my ship, I’d be pissed.

Back to the hate watch:

And I know that whole fight is for nothing because I know the plot twist – I know that the dads are working together in order to reveal the real arsonist, the investigator – so they've basically turned their children, who are in a relationship, against each other?

Also why is Billy allowed to be watching the interview?

Goddamn do we really have to show the gruesome burn victim photos

I really want Billy to be devious by the way, and not in on the plan

Oh here comes TK, looking like the little bitch he is

God he's a fucking awful actor

This is the dumbest plotline ever

Equating OWEN STRAND WITH THOR? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

BLASPHEMY

THOR IS THE GOD OF THUNDER

OWEN IS A DUMBASS

THE TWO ARE NOT EQUAL

Uh oh here comes the evil investigator

Do either of these men – Owen and Carlos' dad – stop to consider that what they're doing has kind of an impact on their children, who are currently in a relationship? No? Okay

Because this is one hell of an awkward situation

Does Owen genuinely think that Billy is the arsonist?

Interesting that the arson investigator wants any info Owen didn't give Carlos' dad, and he turned off the cameras/mics etc

This show is stupid

Arson investigator also knows that the sons are dating, interesting

"And you can pound sand!" oooh great comeback Owen

This episode is so BORING OMG

Why the fuck am I watching a shitty Law & Order knock-off when I should be watching a bonkers 911 episode

Oh no Judd's at Billy's

I really do think Billy Burke is good looking and it is a flaw of mine, I don't know what it is about him and he really doesn't look that good in this show but I really love Billy Burke okay

And I WANT HIM TO BE DEVIOUS

Oh Judd

Oh Judd thinks Billy is the arsonist

See this is why YOU DON'T LIE TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU

Oh he punched him

God damn everyone is violent in this show

Judddddddddddddd

Uh oh here comes trouble to the "vagrant's" hospital room

Oh it's the arson investigator, their little bluff worked, incredible, amazing, flawless etc

Wow how amazing

It was the ol' switcheroo

Judd punched Billy for nothing

TK and Carlos nearly came to blows for nothing

Now Owen is allowed to watch the interrogation? They'll just let anyone watch those things these days

OH MAN ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT BILLY WAS IN ON IT WITH OWEN THE WHOLE TIME?

Damn it I wanted DEVIOUS god damn it

Fucking cowards

"I assumed it was probably a trap at the hospital which is why I went there anywhere"

But why is he lighting fires

A FEW MONTHS?

A man is dead

Pure theatre

So annoyed that Billy isn't devious

But the Billwen ship sails on, clowns 🤡

Do we think the arsonist has the hots for Owen? 100% yes, right?

He's very happy to see him wink wonk

This doesn't even feel like an episode of 911, it's so goddamn dumb

"I knew you had darkness in you too" – that dude definitely wants to fuck him

Why is he lighting the fires?

They're so dumb

"And now I'm going to repay the favour" – he's talking about YOUR SONS

WHO HE KNOWS ARE TOGETHER

Wow these two dumbasses really have no fucking idea do they

OH HE'S BURNING HIMSELF ALIVE

Wow this is graphic

What the fuck is up with this show and the horribly graphic scenes lately?

That dude is dead yo

"Take away everything that's important to me" AND HE CALLS THE FIREHOUSE FIRST

THE FIREHOUSE IS THE FIRST FUCKING CALL???

Oh okay it did blow up and TK was there so I'll allow it

But hey look on the bright side – Owen gets to remodel again!

And isn't that what he's the best at?

Yo your firehouse is on fire dudes, better call the fire department

Does Judd apologise to Billy or no

Oh here we have TK and Carlos and their perfect love

And Carlos is the one apologising?

No.

Please tell me no

Carlos you are allowed to be pissed at him – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

"nobody has to apologise?"

YOUR BOYFRIEND PUSHED YOU AROUND

Oh my god

Wow

Okay.

Look I'm just saying that to me this would be a GIGANTIC RED FLAG but wtf do I know

I'm just saying because I have to – if Carlos was a woman and TK did that? Whole different story gang

Whole completely different mother-fucking story

This show, wow

Wow.

Wow. This is bad.

Domestic violence happens to men too, just saying.

Wow I'm so annoyed that I've paused it to type furiously and rant that wow, they're just not acknowledging that TK was totally out of line? Okay. Wow.

And everyone's just fine with it?

Oh they're just figuring out that he set more than one fire

Maybe there's something else you care about other than the firehouse, Owen

Maybe?

BILLY IS THE ONE WHO FIGURES IT OUT

See this is why Billy is the best

Oh no TK and Carlos are in danger

Oh it's so romantic isn't it? They're gonna fuck now that everything is okay

Wow he left a lot of bombs in Carlos' house

Damn Carlos is hot

No smoke alarms?

That fire has really taken ahold there guys

I'm gonna assume you do have smoke alarms and he disconnected them

Wow he really covered all bases didn't he

Put the bombs in the bedroom as well

RIP Carlos' nice house

"I love you too" after I violently shoved you around today

Oh who needs a fucking fire department when you've got Owen fucking Strand right?

"Carlos" he says flatly. "How are you doing?" he asks in a monotone

"I should've had an extinguisher in the bedroom" DUDE NO ONE DOES

And if TK wanted one in there, he's the fucking firefighter, he should've checked when he moved in instead of assuming like a dumbass

God this show is dumb as fuck and I hate it so much

Billwen for the win

"just a couple of crap magnets" fucking a-men Judd

This show sucks

Oh no TOMMY OH NO

WHAT'S HAPPENING

OH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK

What the fuck

Is he dead?

TAKE OWEN AND TK INSTEAD

I’m going to say one more thing about this T*rlos storyline - if they’d done this to Buck & Eddie in the OG, I’d be fucking devastated. Like... if Buck or Eddie pushed the other around the way TK pushed Carlos around, I’d be absolutely gutted. It’s really horrible that they went down that path - whether it’s OOC or not, and you can probably argue that it is - they shouldn’t have included the scene like that in the show. 

It just raises a whole slew of questions, like... is TK violent? Is Carlos used to being pushed around in relationships? Is the show saying that it’s okay that they got a little physical because they’re both men? Domestic violence is never okay, and this is kind of... saying that it is, in certain circumstances?

That is problematic as fuck and such bad writing.

These two are in a relationship where they are living together and supposedly love each other, and this is how the writers choose to portray it? If you’re a T*rlos shipper and you’re upset about this episode, I get it. It’s really fucking terrible that they included that scene - and I would bet cold hard cash it’ll never be addressed again.

This is why LS is a bad show. It’s shitty writing. Shitty storylines. Characters who are interesting are shoved into the background and glossed over in favour of the male white characters. The OG doesn’t have this problem - for everyone complaining that Eddie hasn’t been featured as much this season (and yeah, I hate it too) - you can’t complain that the characters of colour don’t get equal screentime. 

With LS - it’s the Rob Lowe show, and everyone else is just in the background. And that’s why it’s so frustrating to watch - they have a great cast, and this could be a really good show, but it’s just not.

Do you think the LS writers patted themselves on the back after this arc and were like, "yeah we nailed it, we're amazing?"

This episode is -1,000000/10. This show should be cancelled.

Two god awful miserable fucking episodes to go.

Diaz to cleanse:

[eveenstar]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒

𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸

Summary:  In 2031, a journal is found. It tells the story of a woman named Y/N L/N, who claims to be a time traveler from 2021. This is the story of her life.

Tags/Warnings: Nothing to add yet.

Note: Also, this is a Javier Escuella x reader. The reader is also female, sorry! 

“What the hell?”  

“Is she alright?”

“Don't just stand there, help the poor girl!”

I remember waking up on a bed, not soft at all, reminded me of a rock.

The rays of the sun made the girl groan and sit on the bed. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around and noticed the strange ambient she was in. A few people walking around, yet none of them noticed she was awake. The woman got up slowly, swaying on her feet, and took slow steps towards her bag left on the ground, until a small voice startled her.

“Mama, the weird lady is up!”

“Already?”

(Y/N) sighed, her head up, and watching as all the eyes were on her. Her mind was still processing the information from the past hours, time-traveling. Right, right, she knew what to do. At least, what she was supposed to do. Her body felt different, probably still adjusting to going through a portal, her mouth was dry and she could still taste a bit of dirt on her lips from the fall.

“Hey, lady, you good?” A silvery voice ringed, waking (Y/N) from her thoughts. Looking at the group of people surrounding her. The man wearing a sombrero got closer to her with a cautious look on his face. The girl didn’t answer, the shock beginning to take over her body. Only know did the poor girl realized what she had done.

“Javier, be careful. She could be…dangerous.” Another voice coming from behind him said.

Dangerous? Well, she kinda is, right? Being a skilled hacker and knowing her way on a gun, but that probably wouldn’t serve much in this era. The hacker part, at least. (Y/N) focused on the loud voices coming near them, they were arguing, and probably about her too.

“Why are we keeping her alive, Dutch? The woman came through that shiny golden circle on the sky and you decide to keep her here?” A blond man waved his arm towards her angrily. (Y/N) recognized him from the old picture the other woman had shown to her; Micah Bell.

“We can’t just kill her, Micah. We need to hear her first.” The other man, Dutch van der Linde, or the dude with fancy clothes, replied. Seemingly annoyed by Micah.

“We have far too many mouths to feed already. We can’t have another one.” A feminine harsh voice announced. “Who comes through something like that in the middle of nowhere? In our camp? She’s dangerous.”

The woman let out a heavy and annoyed sigh. Crossing her arms and looking to the gang, with her brows furrowed. She wouldn’t let them talk like that about her like she wasn’t there. Everyone quickly looked at her.

“If you let me explain myself first before any of you open your mouths.” (Y/N) could see the surprised look on a few faces, but an angry one on the others. Maybe having an attitude wouldn’t do her any good here, probably should get rid of that before causing any problems amongst the gang. After all, she needed to gain their trust.

“I’m sorry, Miss…?”

“(L/N).”

“I’m sorry, Miss (L/N), they can be quite suspicious about strange folks. Of course, we’ll let you explain yourself after…that.” Dutch spoke softly with an educated tune, being the calmest and reasonable of them all. The girl took a few steps back, stumbling on her words a few times, even mumbling in Italian. Everyone’s eyes were on her like hawks, most of them curious but suspicious. It wasn’t hard to understand them, a random woman popping out of a hole on the sky dressed weirdly would any person be suspicious and probably very shocked.

(Y/N) was taking too long. Hearing a click of the tongue made her straighten up and fixing her eyes on the wanted gang.

“Well, err, I am…from the future-“

“The future?! I can’t listen to that bullshit!” Micah replied almost immediately.

“Shut the fuck up I’m talking!” The sudden shout made their eyes widen a bit, but she could still hear a few mumbled laughs on the background. “As I was saying, I came from the future. I’m from 2021. Someone sent me here to…help you all before a big tragedy takes place.”

After seconds of shocked nonbelieving silence, a few loud voices were heard around. Mostly because they didn’t believe one single word she’d just said, others were questioning why Dutch decided to let her live and how they should just throw her on the river. But, one of the girls slowly approached her, more calmly.

“Why you?” The young brown-hair freckled woman asked, one of her brows up in a questioning way. She sounded so gentle when she spoke.

I adored Mary-Beth. I think she was the kindest and most gentle member of the Van der Linde gang.

“Oh. Well, you see….” (Y/N) gazed hesitantly to Dutch for the first time. He was watching her with his arms crossed, with a heavy brooding expression and eyes narrowed. The leader was wearing a black and red vest with a blue and white pinstripe shirt, with gold chains on his vest, with a smart black jacket and a black hat. He was taller than her and stronger; with a thick, black mustache and soul patch under his lips, he also has dark black, slick backed hair that curls at the end. Taking a mental note on his appearance, he seemed far more intimidating in real life.

I recall thinking “Damn, is that my great-grandpa? He’s hot.”. But in a serious note, he seemed to be so cold-hearted but at the same time, kind and trustworthy. He did look like a gentleman. He was an outlaw, and well, I guess it does run on the family.

What was she doing? Why did she take the stupid decision on going back to the past just because someone didn’t like how this gang’s fate ended? Many, many lives didn’t have a happy ending too. So why change only theirs? (Y/N) was already regretting the foolish decision she took, but hey, she still had that block thing to go back. Nothing was lost yet, she just had to justify herself and get the hell out of there before they decide to kill her or worse.

Hearing a forced cough woke the girl from her thoughts. Feeling embarrassed when she noticed she had been staring at him this whole time. Good, just wonderful.

“I’m Dutch’s…great-granddaughter.” The words merely escape her lips and heavens, how she felt like throwing herself out of a cliff after it. A burst of loud laughter was heard, coming from some of the men. A great joke, yes, that’s what this was. They didn’t believe her, not without proof, and she couldn’t honestly blame them.

“You can’t possibly believe this crazy woman’s words, Dutch. C’mon.”

“Miss, please elaborate on that.”

“Dutch? C’mon boss, she hit her head when she fell!” Micah shouted, not very happy with the leader deciding to hear her story before making any judgment. (Y/N) was glad for it, who knows what would happen if he decided to listen to that idiot.

She grabbed her bag and started to look for her phone, it probably wouldn’t work much there but if time traveling is a thing, maybe ghost WiFi was too. Who knows. Probably asking for too much there. (Y/N) took a few steps closer and turned it on, showing them the colorful wallpaper and the date, “2021”, proceeding to shows some pictures of streets and buildings she had on her gallery. It seemed to have worked, has everyone had a terrified look on their faces. Most of them were still a bit hesitant, and probably scared of the unknown.

The girl turned to the leader, she didn’t have any proof about being his great-granddaughter. Wait, she didn’t ask for it too. Damn it, did she just get fooled by that woman?

“I don’t have any proof, sir, but that woman told me I was…your granddaughter and needed me to save you all.” Before he replied, she added. “She did mention a one night woman you were with.”

“If what you’re telling us is the truth,” He began, slowly. Still watching her closely. “I guess you’ll have to stay with us.”

Giving the man a slight smile, the girl nodded. She heard a few angrily mumbles coming from behind them, some of the gang’s members weren’t very happy with that sudden decision. With a gentle pat on her shoulder, Dutch made his way to the middle of the camp and looked at everyone, rubbing his hands together with a serious, yet sympathetic expression.

“Family, Miss (L/N) will stay with us for the time being. I don’t want any complaints about this, she showed us proof of her story and if she’s here to help us, we should give her a home.” Nobody spoke, just silence. Maybe they didn’t want to oppose their leader. “Miss Grimshaw, please help Miss (Y/N) prepare a tent and show her around.”

The older woman nodded, looking at Dutch and then glaring suspiciously at (Y/N).

“Miss (Y/N), I would like to speak with you…privately.” Feeling a sudden jump of beat on her chest, the girl nodded. The serious tune on his voice addressing to her caught her by surprise, she didn’t like that tune coming from adults. Perhaps because every time that happened, they would blame her for something afterward and treat her like a child.

“Don’t worry, he just wants to talk to you about that great-granddaughter thing, ya know,” Mary-Beth said, giving (Y/N) a warm smile. “I’ll catch you later, ‘kay? Someone has to show you around and meet the other folks.”  

“Thanks…?” The girl tilted her head a bit. That’s right, they didn’t present themselves yet.

“Mary-Beth. You?” The young woman replied. Her name fit her perfectly, she looked like the main character of a romance novel.

“(Y/N).”

“Oh, well, nice to meet you, (Y/N). It’s better if you go now, don’t wanna keep Dutch waitin’.” Mary said, already making her way to another tent. (Y/N) nodded in agreement, putting her brave face and walking confidently to Dutch’s tent. Alright, probably not that confident, but she couldn’t let the others think she’s weak or scared now. She had a role to keep! The thought about going back to 2021 was already in the back of her mind and probably would stay there for a very long time.

[cowboyshit]

twenty questions

tagged by: @dustofinsanity (thank you so much my dear!!!!!!)

what do you prefer to be called name-wise? honestly I’ll probably answer to most things as long as they aren’t mean. but ash, ashley, doe, those seem to be the solid three I’m known by around here when is your birthday? november 30th!  where do you live? in a tiny, backwoods cow-town smack dab in the middle of california three things you are doing right now? filling this questionnaire out, eating dinner I just finished cooking, and petting sadie with my foot since she’s curled up at my feet after she finished her dinner four fandoms that have peaked your interest. I guess I can go with four I’ve been heavily involved with, even though there’s plenty more than that since I’m a little fangirl at heart, but wrestling (obviously), black sails, the night shift, and pirates of the caribbean how has the pandemic been treating you? uh, I mean, it hasn’t been great and I’ve had to deal with some pretty bad shit as all of us have, and probably some of my worst mental health battles I’ve had to face in about a year or so, but honestly? I just kind of count my blessings these days. lucky to still be employed, even if my pay got a little cut it was nothing that keeps me from paying my bills. all I had to do was take away a few luxury things to make ends meet, and that’s a lot, LOT less than other people have had to do. so yeah, it’s been pretty shitty, this year has been bad news after bad news both personally and globally, but whatever. it could be worse. a song you can’t stop listening to right now? it is no-joke like a four-way tie. a bunch of good songs were in my discover weekly and I’ve been playing four of them on non-stop repeat one after the other. oh! and one my best friend showed to me. this baby don’t cry by k. flay, rock bottom by grandson, ok ok by hoko, and insurgents by the poolside by denny recommend a movie. i’ve jumped into holiday mood early af because tbh I need the holiday cheer, so keeping in that theme, I suggest the holiday with jude law because DUH how old are you? thirty! school, university, occupation, other? had some college, been working in my current career for the past ten years. hoping to pursue a promotion finally since my supervisors have been telling me for the past eight years that I need to promote do you prefer heat or cold? cold pleeeaaaase! I’m a radiator and put off heat like nobody’s business. I’m always warm. name one fact others may not know about you. this is hard because I just constantly blab everything about me, and I have two people who literally know EVERYTHING about me lmfao uhhh I guess... something people may not know... uhhh... on my dad’s side of the family one half was ashkenazi jewish who had to flee germany to avoid the holocaust, where they went to live in italy, while the other half were nazi’s committing some pretty bad stuff that my family won’t talk about, even to this day. funny how two descendants eventually met in america and fell in love, huh? and when they DID fall in love one of them was half italian and in the mafia! so I always joke that my bubbly cheerful self is a descendent of some pretty evil shit, and it feels like a nice little stab at those shitty ancestors of mine. are you shy? uhhh yeah and no??? like. I think I’m shy, since all interaction terrifies me and exhausts me, but everyone tells me I’m a social butterfly? and I’ve noticed in places I’m comfortable and confident, I do tend to be less shy and more involved and interactive? but I think I can be shy. a lot of waiting for other people to initiate because I’m too afraid to, struggling to talk or carry a conversation at times... I don’t know I think I’m overcomplicating this answer LOL preferred pronouns? she/her!  biggest pet peeves? gatekeeping, to be perfectly honest. I stopped following wrestling back in 2014 because when I first tried to get into the fandom, someone was trying to gatekeep a wrestler I also liked and had started making content for and they made me feel like shit for liking them, and I absolutely hated it. that’s why it took me an entire two years of quietly lurking in the wrestling fandom before I finally got brave enough to come out of the woodwork, and I’m grateful I’ve been so well received this time around. but now I’m hyper-sensitive to gatekeeping and I fucking hate it. no joke. and since it’s a pet peeve and I’m irked just remembering all that bs I went through, ima say I’m only a part of fandom to share my love of whatever that thing is with other people who love it too. I can’t stand anyone who thinks they have some sort of “claim” over a celebrity or a show or anything. get a different identity that isn’t wrapped up in that thing and stop seeing it as a threat when other people like it. be happy someone else is as passionate about that thing as you are and make a friend. damn. what is your favorite “dere” type? I’m pretty sure this is something with anime or that originated from anime, right? unfortunately I don’t know what they are so I can’t say LOL I don’t even know if I’m right about it coming from anime tbh rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be. 4, 5, but I’m putting in the foundation now and working to make it a 6, 7, or possibly 8 by a year or two from now. what’s your main blog? funnily enough? this one. my OTHER blog that was my main blog since I joined tumblr in 2009 got shoved to the side for this one last year LOL I assumed I’d log onto this blog once in awhile, but now it took over my whole damn life so here I am I guess list your side blogs and what they’re used for. I’m going to be fair and ONLY list my active ones because I have a few side blogs from when I role-played on tumblr that I haven’t touched in over a year. @doedreamss is my non-wrestling blog that WAS my main blog before this one, @cowboysht is my archive where I am ONLY putting my original gifsets/analysis/fanfiction so that one day I can offer people a blog of just my original work and no other posts (the queue is very slowly catching up I think I’ve queued posts up until june this year), @illfatedandstarcrossed is just a non-frequently used outlet for me to mope and dump emotions when I get sad about my relationship things (like a diary! but... public? and not my original thoughts? LOL), and then I have one more blog but it’s locked and private and it’s LITERALLY my diary where I can just vent when I got shit I wanna get off my chest but don’t necessarily want people to see it. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends? I probably won’t talk to you daily, tbh. I may not even talk to you weekly. socializing takes a lot out of me, on top of an already energy draining day-to-day in my personal life. I have a handful of people I connect with who I talk with frequently, but unfortunately as much as I’d love for it to be endless, I have to keep that list short for my own sanity. my infrequent conversations mean absolutely nothing about my lack of interest in you or how much I care about you. my granny once said I would be the perfect friend for someone you only want to talk to twice a month and she thought she was insulting me, but deadass I just said “YEAH! EXACTLY!!”

tagging: I really like this one so I WANT to tag people, but I feel braindead and also just want to post it cause I feel like I am definitely gonna forget to tag someone tbh aaaaahh okay okay I’m just gonna throw some names out there but please don’t feel pressured to do this (it is TWENTY questions) @kennyhoemega, @champbucks, @superkickparty, @adampage, @hintsofsunshine, @audreyhrnes, @sheslikealostflower, @lancearchers, @champnick, @janelanutella, @edgecution, @superrezzy00, @wardl0w, @writinglionqueen, @orangechuckiet, @hungmanhorsecarriage, @icouldbesus, @thatnerdwriter, @rampagewriting, @snarkandsarcasmftw, @tetsuyainthesky AND I DUNNO JUST ANYONE WHO WANTS TO OK I LOVE YOU ALL BYE

[rightnowyoucanttell]

𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 || .G.D.

(This songs an oldie, but It popped up on my random artist playlist, and I was inspired. Haha, enjoy ig..)

Title: Alone Again, Naturally 

Summary: Veronica Chandler seems to be only destined for heartbreak. After a failed attempt to rebound on her toxic ex, she makes a routine trip to her local 24 hour Starbucks, in which she meets a handsome stranger.. and oh,  who happens to be the spitting image to the photo of the tinder date who stood her up....

Relationship: Grayson Dolan and Veronica Chandler

Word Count: 2,034

Tags (*updated*) : @dzoint ​ @graysavant @blindedbythelightt ​ @tadadolan @heartofalionxo  @beatement-l   @grayswhore @tattoogray ​@saggitariusagirl

Author’s note: First, this is total shit, i’m sorry. Second, I  did the stupidest thing of all time. I gave my OC the same name as the main character in the novel i’m writing on wattpad (to self plug, or not to self plug that is the question; i’ll take self plug for 100, Alex) why am i so stupid? Well, i'm too lazy to change it so. 

Third, i was inspired when the twins talked about dating apps and just like idk where this came from, must be out of my ass because it’s shit. 

I actually laughed at that...

Fourth, feedback is like the most important thing to me, like ever? So, feel free to lmk what y’all think, if this becomes a series I will be taking concepts. 

Veronica Chandler is destined for great things. Planning her future, modeling and working as a struggling actress, she could go off and marry some lawyer. But, the only thing she did seem destined for was heartbreak.

Ronnie knew it had been too soon. Not even a month ago she had broken up with her ex, Jonathan. She also knew this, when she was attracted to a man on tinder with the same name, mostly because of the name. She wasn’t over the man who man who ruined her life to all hell. But, the comfort of a relationship was all she needed and desperately strived for.

Jonathan, was an artist, mad at the world needing to find himself. So, each night he did just so. Jonathan would go out to ‘find himself’ and along the way he found, Roxanne, Malibu, Dianne and Eileen. Jonathan drank, and he would physically and mentally abuse a good strong woman, who for the longest time couldn’t bring herself to walk out of his life.

Each time, from the first to the third she was too lonely, desperate and down on herself to let him loose. But, after he cheated on her with a married forty-year-old woman with four children, that was when Mama Chandler intervened and scared him half to fucking hell. That woman raised no fool, and if she did it was Veronica’s older brother, Noah.  Veronica was just a sad young woman who couldn’t keep a man because they used her.

This night in particular was her rebound date at a local vegan restaurant. A fancy one. With velvet rugs, chandeliers, expensive wines, however with decently sized portions. Veronica stood outside waiting for Jonathan. Who was described in his photo as muscular, a builder with brown hair and eyes and often in there messages boasted about such muscularity.

It was dark. He planned to meet her at 5:30. It was 7:30. Groups passed her. Parties on the street began talking, while the mannequins in store fronts slept under the lights. But, Ronnie was sure, this guy was genuine, and would be the best rebound. 

But, her plans and dreams were foiled when 8:30 hit, she decided to leave embarrassed and ashamed she thought it would turn out differently, she should have known. Her mosquito allergy becoming aggravated just as much as her. She sulked. She never really dressed to impress others, she wore heels, a leather jacket paired with a silk revealing top and boot cuts black jeans. That’s when the heaven on earth shone down upon her, a burning bush of sorts.

           A 24 hour starbucks.

As she walked down the sidewalk slowly, she was tired of being let down; tired of catering to the whims of others, ready to return home and make a stray of financially irresponsible choices online, she entered through the glass doors and into the small shop in Hollywood. The cool yet humid summer air from outside was left behind in the warmth of the shop, that’s when she saw him.

A tall handsome stranger, brown hair and eyes, with muscular arms. She fell for him immediately, he was gorgeous. But, then. Veronica realized something, the same man, the handsome stranger, was either the same person or a bicep by bicep replica of the man she was supposed to meet tonight, at that Vegan restaurant.

The fire fueled deep down, but she ignored it when she got in line to the left of him ready for her Pink Drink and croissant so she could run to the nearest Ralph’s and purchase two tubs of strawberry ice cream, she’d be needing it. The line shifted. She shifted on her feet, he did the same.

Veronica tapped her foot. That’s when the stranger started talking,”Whoah. Slow down there ‘Miss i’m on a mission’.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, he sounded like he had been having a night himself. Veronica ignored the voice that in some ways drew her closer.

“I’m Grayson, By the way..” the named stranger drifted. That’s when Veronica snapped. The man was Jonathan or she thought, and he was ignorant enough to poach the woman he stood up, again, she thought.

“How can you be so arrogant and glib, after everything you’ve done?” Veronica whipped her head to the right of him snapping out of anger and then with no response

“Ah, she’s brave. Calling me arrogant and glib, without even knowing me, cool.” Grayson scoffed and nodded, shrugging it off, and moving forward in the line before stopping yet again.

Ronnie tapped her foot miserable an angry…”Without knowing you? I know you. Your the kind of guy who’s shows up a girl, and breaks the rules because you think it’s cute.”

“Do You think it’s cute?” He lanced over to her smirking a devilish smirk. She scoffed and crossed her arms with her jacket draped over one of them, shaking her head as the crazily long late night line, shifted forward. ‘Grayson’ may have won the battle by showing her up, but his blatant lies would lose the war to Veronica.

“Spare me your routine, i assume that’s what this” she gestured to Grayson,”-cut it out okay? Or, i’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Sorry, not into a relationship at the moment,” he joked before turning back to face the options board, even though his order was almost always the same. Ronnie rolled her eyes. Ronnie's eyes were tired. She felt physically ready whoop this man;s ass, but mentally and emotionally drained.

“And, by the way. No. I do not think it’s fucking cute..” Veronica replied after a few moments of silence. Veronica mumbled cruising, barely audible to Grayson. Veronica was so confused, and so irritated, she didn’t no what to believe. She sighed and went for her phone fumbling for her back pocket, and opening the tinder profile of ‘Jonathan’, “Explain this.”

The screen illuminated a photo of Grayson with the name Jonathan below it. He had still had long hair at this point, right before it’s annoyance shaggy length.Grayson was shirtless in the photo with a chain necklace around his neck. Grayson squinted to examine the photo on the app and chuckled as he passed it back to Veronica.

“You, my dear, got catfished. By someone posing to be, yours truly. I’ve never had tinder and haven’t used a dating app since I was like, fourteen..” Veronica rolled her eyes at his comment before scrunching her brows in confusion but not enough to continue to pry,”..don’t believe me? Search ‘Grayson Dolan’ on instagram or twitter, you’ll owe me an apology.” Grayson snapped as hurt in reply and turned away from the fabric keeping a distance between the two. 

  Grayson felt for Veronica, he could hear the pain in her silence, the sadness in her eyes, the facade of a mask she put on,  even if he didn’t know her name, like her he had been pining for love. The same night he had been dumped via text by his ex girlfriend, also his ghost of days of business past, ex- assistant, before Sterling. He should have known it was a mistake, and Ethan warned him several times, but  much like Veronica with OG Jonathan, he blamed love for his feelings. 

Grayson was tired, wanting to head home with a cup of joe, but this unidentified juliet, across from him caught his eye, and there was no turning back. 

The line shifted. Hesitantly she opened instagram and search the name and she stopped, in her tracks. She owed this man apology, Grayson Dolan, he was a real guy, with a huge following however she never heard of him. She followed him, sighed and put her phone back into her pocket.And yes, he was good looking, she fell for the looks a little more than the name.

“..i--i’m sorry. Guess you were right, I was wrong..” Veronica managed to croak out. Grayson’s phone notified him from his pocket, he checked it smirked, followed her back and placed it back into his pocket.

Grayson looked over to the brunette Brazilian to the right of him. She tapped her foot nervously, as she picked her brain for a better apology. She felt herself loosen, knowing he was just trying to help, and didn’t stood up. Her demeanor changes, this man was a kind stranger who just happened to be the man in the photos she was catfished with, the real Grayson did nothing wrong.

“-., so this Jonathan, what happened?” He asked looking into her dark brown eyes, meaning it. Wanting to know everything about the stranger that made him want to know here. She laughed flashing a smile all the while. Her laugh, Grayson thought. The way she talked and laughed, when she was enjoying herself, it was all so lyrical, it made him want to laugh.

He looked at Veronica, like, really looked at her. The way the lighting reflected on her sparkly eyeshadow. Her dark green eyes, her long luscious and free riding dark brown hair, that had been straightened from its naturally curly form.

“..Well, I uh, met him on Tinder and he stood me up. I just got out of a nast relationship and he was my rebound, but he’s probably some weird guy living in his mother's basement-” she sighed opening up to him. She smiled at her own comedic relief comment. Hiding behind humour was something she did.

Grayson laughed, becoming serious,”I’m sorry, that sucks. What about your ex?”he pried further, there were only three people in front of them, all by themselves, swarmed by the world living in their phones.

“He was a cheater, a drinker and beater, who just so also happened to be named Jonathan..” the negative memories stirred up again in front of her. The pain on her shoulder came back, so did the reminiscence, drawing and pulling her into a melancholy flashback. 

                                                    ~~~

"Where would you like me to go, hmm? Ronnie!" he shoved her to the ground and she fell backwards dislocating her shoulder. She winced in pain, it had pulsated throughout her body. She knew she had to do this, for herself, the well being of herself for once. Did she want to? No. It scared her. He scared her.

Once he got the clout he wanted he changed, he was living off of her earnings, living in her apartment at the time, using her car, and she was forced to nod and smile along with it like some big ugly joke of a play. 

"How about for starters-" she managed between heavy sobs of pain and trying to prop herself against the reclining part of the sofa she was thrown in front of,"..hell? Take your toothbrush and your shave kit, and try some bleach in your cereal, i'm done. Okay? Go away, J!"

                                                            ~~~

Ronnie was back to reality when she heard Gray's voice,"..Safe to assume you have a type, then?"he asked really looking at the beautiful woman in front of his eyes.

 “Yeah. I try so hard but,”Veronica felt sad,” but, i’m never the one.” she felt even sadder memories of her ex flashing before her, she shrugged it off and continued,”…alone again, naturally, I guess.”

Grayson and Veronica were now the first in line,”Hey, let me buy your drink. Maybe we could be alone again, together…” Veronica smiled, and nodded.

“I’d like that..”

                       ~~~   

Later that night the two walked into the humid, yet comfortingly cool, heat together side by side after a two-hour conversation just on life.

“I, uh, better walk to my car.” Veronica said in front of Grayson’s porsche. Her jacket was around her shoulders and covered her arms,”I had fun, tonight” she held out a starbucks napkin she secretly wrote her number on, the wind tossed it gently back and forward. He smiled and breathed out a friendly, good night. He hated to see her go so soon, but would love to watch her leave.

“Wait, I never got your name-”he hollered down into the cold night on the streets of Los Angeles. Veronica turned around and continued walking backwards, her hair following and tracing her every move.

“It’s Veronica.” she breathed before giving him one last look with her deep green eyes and turning back down the sidewalk, heading to her car and driving into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Should I make this a series? If so, what to name it, i’m thinking lyrical and each chapter is a song name? lmk. 

AHH i'm nervous to post this, but fuck it, right? No day but today. 

i’ll stop. 

[writingformadderton]

Why Don’t You Kiss Me?

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 4542

Summary: We’re back in high school, Taron is the smartest student, Richard the captain of the football team. They couldn’t be more different but fate brings them together as tutor and student one day and they realize how much they need each other. While Taron helps Richard through math struggles, Richard starts to become Tarons protector. 

Additional Tags: bullies, highschool, tutoring, FLUFF, soft, cuddles, friends to lovers, first kiss

Part 2

Taron pushes his glasses up into his face, that are a little too big for him. He sticks his shirt into his trousers and buckles his belt. His hair is a bit of a mess so he tries to tame it, uselessly. He puts on his watch and his shoes. Watching himself as he lets out a small sigh, seeing his eyes that had an undefined color mix of green, blue and brown. Why couldn't he just have a simple and normal eye color? 

His arms are full of all the books he needs for school as he steps out of the bus and walks to the main building. It's a low spring day, the birds are singing and the sun shines in his face. It would’ve been a beautiful day, but every day in high school is a fight.

Taron was smart, really smart, but he was also one of the smaller, quieter and physically weaker boys. And some of the big, loud and strong guys liked to mock him, play pranks or make fun of him. He was so sick of it.

And then there was this good looking boy, captain of the football team. This guy had everything Taron ever wanted. He was someone people listened to, he was taken seriously and people respected him. Sounded like a dream to T. 

Richard puts on his jacket and checks himself out in the mirror shortly, running his fingers through his curls. His blue eyes often appear cold to him and he hates it. He wasn't a tough, stoic guy but his eyes sometimes made it look like he was. 

Rich grabs his backpack, throwing his books inside and sighs a bit. Today they would have math, and god he hated that class. It confused him and every time he thought he understood something, he saw a question about it in his book and felt completely lost again. It was a constant fight with some of his grades, and his parents weren't very pleased about it. 

He meets his friends on the way to the main building and they start joking around like they always did. When he enters the building he can see Taron, the smart guy, whom he shares most of his classes with. He's taking something out from his locker and suddenly one of Richard’s mates runs towards him and gives him a push. "Nerd!" 

"Cole, stop it." Richard says annoyed. Taron’s head hits his locker hard and he groans softly. He looks up when someone touches his arm shortly and stares into warm, deep blue eyes. "You alright?" 

"I-I'm fine." T presses out and swallows hard. Richard Madden himself was talking to him. Was this his lucky day? 

"Good," Rich says and shakes his head slightly. "I'm sorry about my friend's behavior."

"It's okay. Nothing new I guess." T admits and closes his locker slowly. 

"Okay, I'll see you in class then, Taron." he says and walks over to his friends. "God, Cole, get yourself together. How old are you, five?" 

"Why the fuck does he know my name?" T asks himself confused and follows them towards the classroom. 

 Richard watches as Taron walks in, and lets his eyes wander over him. T was pretty, even though those glasses were definitely too big. And damn he's smart. T doesn't know struggles in school or math and Rich could get jealous of him for that. 

The math teacher walks inside and greets them all. "Mr. Madden, have you found a tutor yet?" 

"No, I haven't, sir. I'm still trying to find someone that actually knows math instead of pretending to spend time with me." Richard says and he hates it. But it was the truth. He tried his best to find someone, but most of them were fans of him and it drives him crazy. 

"Well maybe you should focus on school instead of your hobby. It shows in your grades, not only my class." The teacher says while raising his eyebrows a bit. 

"I'm trying my best, sir." Rich says with a smile but can't stop himself from rolling his eyes as soon as he looks away. 

"Mr. Egerton, would you come up here, please, and repeat the things we learned last lesson?" 

Taron nods and gets up. He walks up to the blackboard and starts explaining everything they did during the last lesson. T hates it, it was useless anyway. No one was actually paying attention to those revisions. 

Richard focuses on Taron and listens closely to his words. The things he does are logical and suddenly it all makes sense to Rich. 

 After class Taron grabs his stuff quickly and wants to leave the room when he hears somebody calling his name. He turns around and sees Richard coming towards him. "Yeah?" 

Rich walks next to him to their next class. "I wanted to ask if you could become my math tutor?" 

Taron looks up surprised and stops walking. "Why me?" 

Rich blushes a bit and shrugs his shoulders. "I understood something for the first time when you explained it for like five minutes. You don't have to if you don't want to." 

Taron shakes his head and continues walking. "Of course I can help you," he says and smiles a bit. "We should compare our schedules to see when we have time." 

"Yeah, right." Rich says slowly and rubs the back of his neck. 

"You don't have any of your classes written down, am I right?" Taron asks and looks at the tall boy next to him. 

"Not really," Rich admits and T chuckles softly. "I'm sorry I'm a bit of a mess."

"That's okay. Do you have time today?" 

Richard opens the door and lets Taron in first. "Yeah, you wanna come over?" T nods and Rich smiles thankfully. 

 That afternoon T sea saws on his toes nervously after pressing the doorbell. The door opens and he looks into Richards deep blue eyes. "Hey."

"Hey, come in." Rich says steps aside, closing the door behind him. "Mum! Taron is here, we'll be upstairs." 

Richards mother appears and she shakes Tarons hand. "Hi, I hope you can take care of my lost cause here." she says and fondles over her son's head. T smiles weakly and nods. 

Rich just rolls his eyes and looks annoyed as he walks upstairs with T. He closes his bedroom door and turns the key, locking them inside. 

"Lost cause?" Taron asks and puts his things down on Richards desk. 

Rich growls a bit and opens the window. He looks at Taron and suddenly he looks a bit uncomfortable in his own skin. 

"You don't have to tell me, it's okay." Taron says quickly and opens his backpack. 

Rich walks over to him, hands in his jacket pockets and shrugs his shoulders. "The only thing I'm good at is sports." T raises his eyebrows and looks at him confused. "At least in my parents eyes. They aren't very pleased with some of my grades, which makes me a lost cause, I guess." 

"Okay, first lesson. Never let anyone tell you what you are good at." Taron says and puts his books on the desk. "If you listen to them, it's only a matter of time till you start to believe it too. Which leads to not liking the subject anymore and you actually get bad at it." 

Rich watches him a bit stunned, and now T has got his full attention. "Makes sense."

"And you're not a lost cause, you just need some help. All of us do." Taron sits down and raises his eyebrows at Rich who's still standing in the middle of the room. 

"You don't seem like you need help." Richard says frowning and sits down next to him. 

"Says the one who literally told his friend this morning not to push me into my own locker." They both chuckle at that. 

"Fair point. But you gotta get more self-confident, otherwise people will be pushing you around forever." Rich states. 

"Math is definitely easier than getting self-confidence." Taron says and giggles at Richards shocked look. 

"You know what? You'll help me with my grades and I'll help you with that." Rich offers and looks at T curiously. "Do we have a deal?" 

Taron thinks for a moment biting his lower lip. He had nothing to lose, right? "Deal." he says and they shake hands. 

 An hour later Richard throws his pen aside. "I need a break." he groans and leans back in his seat. "When will I ever need this shit again in my daily life?" 

"Probably never," Taron says and watches Rich who groans in frustration. "But you'll need it for the exam in a few weeks and that's why you need to know it." 

"Oh this bloody exam." he moans and shakes his head annoyed.

T lets his eyes wander over Rich, like he did many times before. He just wasn't used to being this close to him. His eyes are stunningly blue, and his hair dark and slightly curly, with a grey streak at the front. He has full lips and a bright grin. "Don't worry. It seems like you're a quick learner, so it won't be a problem." 

Rich just grins at him and shakes his head slightly in amusement. "I can't believe that you think I'll be able to do it." his eyes wander all over Taron’s face. His eyes are even prettier up close, blueish-green with those brown specks. His sweet smile that let his cute dimples pop up. 

"Just believe in it." Taron says and smiles softly. 

 The next two months they hang out every afternoon studying hard and T didn't show mercy with Rich. When he gave him ten tasks to do, Rich had to finish them. No matter if it took him half an hour or two. And even though it wrecked Richards nerves sometimes, it was what he needed. 

Richard keeps T by his side, enjoying his company and sits next to him in the subjects they share. He kept him safe from the dumb jokes of his mate Cole and most of the others weren't brave enough to mess with T when Rich was with him. 

They became inseparable and good friends, knowing each other’s struggles and understanding each other. Rich became Taron’s physical support, while T became Richards mental support. 

 This Wednesday T is at school a bit early and checking his phone when someone steps in front of him. Taron looks up and sees Cole standing there. "Can I help you?" T asks confused. 

"How are you today, loser?" he asks with a bright grin and comes closer so T has to look up at him. 

Taron looks around shortly to see if he knows someone there, so he could get away from him. "I'm actually fine, how about you, asshole?" 

Cole raises his eyebrows. "Did you just call me asshole?!" 

"Maybe." T says and swallows. It wasn't exactly easy to stick with what he said before and it definitely wasn't normal for him to talk like that to a bully. 

Cole pushes him against the lockers and wraps his hand around his neck. "Who do you think you are, huh?" he hisses at him through gritted teeth and comes closer to him. 

"Probably not who you think I am." Taron says and the grip around his neck gets tighter. But suddenly he can breathe again, and Cole gets pulled back quickly, away from him. 

Rich looks at Cole angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" 

"He called me an asshole." 

"Because you are an asshole." Rich says annoyed and looks at T who watches them both nervously. 

"Are you defending this loser now? You're choosing him over me?" Cole takes a step closer to him and grins madly. "Oh now I know what's going on, he's just your type, am I right?" Richard clenches his jaw remaining silent. "Now I've got you. Careful, Richard. Otherwise, the whole school will know of your little secret." 

Taron’s eyes widen in shock as Richard grabs Cole by his shirt and slams him against the lockers, shoving him up a bit. "Don't you dare." he presses out and his grip gets tighter. "If you ever annoy Taron in any way again, I'll let the coach kick you off the football team. And what are you worth without that, huh?" Cole just laughs weakly and looks into Richards harsh and dark blue eyes. Rich lets go off him and shoots him a glare. "And now fuck off!" 

Richard turns around and walks away quickly. Taron follows him. "Hey, Rich." But his mate just pushes the door open and steps outside inhaling the fresh air. Taron watches as Rich leans against the wall and takes a few deep breaths. "Hey, are you okay?" 

"No." Rich says and looks at him with a weak grin. "I’ve never threatened someone before. And-." he stops himself and looks down at the floor. 

Taron recognizes his shaking hands and frowns. Where was the self-confident Richard he knew? "What did he mean with this secret?" 

Rich looks up with a pained look in his face. "I-All I can say is that I don't want him to reveal it before I do it myself. I don't wanna talk about it right now." 

T sees the insecurity in his eyes and nods. "That's okay. You can still tell me later if you want to."

"Maybe."

 This evening, T lies down in bed and looks up at the ceiling thinking about his day. Richard standing up for him and protecting him today, made his stomach full of butterflies. No one has ever done that before for him. 

But things don’t go as well as they started. Rich doesn’t attend school the next day, and when he comes back, he avoids T, canceling their classes. Taron is clearly hurt because of it and thinks about all the possible things he could have done wrong. But he can't come up with anything, which is even worse. 

 Them not being together all the time draws Cole’s attention. And so Taron finds himself in the bathroom, getting pushed against the wall. The door opens as he gets a brutal punch to his face, straight onto his eye. Taron groans and tries to see clearly again, when he sees Rich stepping in and looking at him shocked. Only a second later Richard pushed Cole outside and walks towards T. 

"Hey, are you okay? Can you see anything?" Rich asks worriedly and watches Taron closely. 

"Why? Am I suddenly important enough to talk to again?" Taron says pissed and walks over to the sink, turning on the cold water. 

"Taron-." 

"No, I'm serious. What is that? Do you like protecting me from the bad guys and rescuing me?" T gets mad now but Rich can hear the hurt in his voice. "Does that make you feel like a good guy?" 

"I'm not that type of guy, Taron." Richard speaks firmly and steps closer to him. 

"You’ve been avoiding me the whole damn week, canceled our tutoring sessions and didn't say a damn word to me. And now you come in here, rescuing me from the bad guy." Taron shakes his head and puts some cold water onto his burning eye. 

"I'm sorry, Taron." Rich admits and stares down at the floor now. 

"What the fuck is going on? Why are you avoiding me?" 

"Because I'm falling in love with you and he realized it. And I don't want him to tell everyone that I like guys, because it's none of their fucking business." Rich bursts out suddenly and bites his lower lip immediately. 

Taron looks up and turns around to face him surprised. "I-I didn't expect that."

"What? That I'm into guys?" Rich asks annoyed and folds his arms in front of his chest. 

"No. That you are in love with me. I mean, why should you?" he asks utterly confused. Richard Madden, the whole school's crush, was in love with him? 

"Jesus Christ, T, is there a reason I shouldn't?" Rich asks and rolls his eyes. 

"Ehm." T points at himself and raises his eyebrows. 

"I-god, mate," Richard growls and rubs his face chuckling. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have told you." 

Taron shrugs his shoulders and smirks at him. "It's okay, I - I'm in love myself you know?" 

"Oh okay." Rich says and his hopes sink rapidly hearing this. 

"My crush has these beautiful blue eyes and dark curls. He is stunningly pretty and the captain of our school team." Taron says and sees how soft Richard’s eyes get. "Let me think, he's an amazing friend, a bit crazy sometimes but in a good way. He always has my back, and he is my favorite person." Taron smiles shyly and looks down on the floor before looking back up again. "You may know him." T scratches the back of his neck nervously. "Maybe you can tell him that there is nothing wrong with falling in love with boys, and that I'm just the same."

"I'll tell him he can trust you with his secrets." Rich says smirking. 

"Yeah, that would be a start." Taron answers smirking and looks down at his feet again. 

 The next day Taron turns up at school with a black eye, bruises covering the skin where Cole punched him. He's wearing sunglasses to cover it up, but Rich recognizes it immediately. 

"My mum will kill me if she sees it. She'll think I got in a fight." Taron groans annoyed walking down the way towards school. 

"Just tell her what happened. It wasn't your fault." Rich says and shrugs his shoulders. 

"No." T says firmly and shakes his head furiously. "I don't want her to be worried about me." 

"Maybe you could stay with me overnight and we'll see how it looks tomorrow." Rich suggests and T nods slowly. 

 And so Taron finds himself next to Rich in his bed that evening. They lie there in a comfortable silence and look up at the ceiling until Rich turns towards him. "Did you mean what you said yesterday? About being in love with me?" 

Taron turns to his side and nods. "Yeah." he sinks into Richards deep blue eyes and bites his lower lip. "Even though I still don't know why you fell in love with me." 

Rich frowns a bit and watches Taron closely. "T, I know you're not the most self-confident person but be honest with yourself. You're an amazing, smart, and sweet guy. You're the most understanding person I know, and it makes me feel safe around you. And I adore your beautiful eyes and that cute smile of yours." he says and frowns when he sees tears in Taron’s eyes. "Did I say something wrong?" 

"No. I just start crying when people are nice to me." T admits and blushes, avoiding Richards look. 

"You're such a softie, it's unreal." Rich giggles and comes closer to him. 

Taron gets a bit anxious again having Richard that close to him and his thoughts are racing. This was the first time that someone he loved, loved him back. He grabs his hand hesitantly under the cover and looks up as Rich interlocks their fingers. 

Richard’s other hand carefully strokes over Taron’s bruised eye. "Does it hurt?" 

"No, it's fine." T says and watches him as he strokes down his cheek. "You saved me before anything else could have happened."

"I'll always protect you, bub." Rich says as his thumb strokes over his cheek. 

"I know." Taron says and can't stop himself from staring at Richard’s full lips. He looks up again shyly and sees that Richard is looking at his lips. "Why don't you kiss me?" Taron asks and his voice is shaking a bit. 

"Because I'm afraid of fucking this up," Rich admits and both smirk a bit. "But I'd love to if you want it."

"Go on then." T says and comes closer to him. 

Rich grabs his neck, softly, and closes his eyes, pressing his lips onto Taron’s gently. He feels Tarons hand on his cheek, cupping his face lovingly. They share a few soft and shy kisses before they stop and open their eyes again. "I could get used to this." he whispers. 

"Me too." T whispers back and fondles over his cheek. 

Richard wraps his arms around him and pulls him close. He places a kiss into Tarons hair and fondles over it. Taron feels safe in his arms and falls asleep fast in the warmth of Richard's embrace. 

 The next morning Richards alarm blasts through the room and both of them wake up groaning. Rich slams his hand onto it, turning it off, and turns back to T who's cuddled into the pillow. Rich strokes over his cheek and watches him worried. "Well, you can still see that someone punched you in the face." 

"Shit," T mumbles and avoids Richard’s look. "I can't show her that. She'll be worried forever." 

"Listen, today is Friday. You could stay over the weekend and we'll blame it on the exam next week." Rich says and fondles over his cheek. 

"What will your parents think?" Taron giggles. 

"They don't care as long as I pass the exam, I guess," Rich says and shrugs his shoulders. He wraps his arm around Taron and pulls him close. "And I'd love to have you here." he says and leans down, planting a kiss on Taron’s lips who's blushing a bit. 

"Fine, I'll call my mum. But I'll have to get some clothes and stuff for the weekend." Taron says and cuddles into Richard. 

"You can have some of mine today." he says and Taron nods.

 Back in school, Taron does get some looks when he's wearing Richard’s jacket with the school logo and his name on it. Rich next to him is wearing a dark green jumper and black jeans, looking absolutely stunning in Taron’s eyes. 

Wearing that jacket gives T a new kind of immunity against Cole and the other guys that loved to make fun of him. Richard’s mother covered his eye with some makeup so no one would notice. 

Taron decided to watch Richard’s training while he did his homework. Sitting around alone in Richards house wasn't an option for him. Afterward, on their way home, Rich grabs his hand and squeezes it softly. "So, we're going to your mum’s place now?" Taron asks when he sees that Rich takes another way. 

"Not directly, but yes. I wanna talk to you about something." Richard says and walks into the park. 

"Okay?" T follows him and they walk the route around the little lake in the middle of the park. 

"I know all of this is happening very fast, but I wanted to ask you something." Rich smiles at him and his heart warms up seeing him in his jacket. "I- Do you want to be my boyfriend?" 

Taron stops walking and looks at Rich surprised. "Really?" 

Rich stops as well and steps in front of him. "Yeah. I love you, T. And I know it's all happening very fast, and if you need more time that's okay. If you don't want to at all that's okay too." 

"You just have to know, I've never been in a relationship before." Taron admits and watches him observantly.

But Rich just shrugs his shoulders. "Me neither. I guess we'll figure it out." 

"Shut up!" Taron giggles. "Richard Madden, the guy the entire school is crushing on, hasn't been in a relationship before?" 

"I haven't." Rich says again and looks down at the slightly smaller boy in front of him. 

"I'm a lucky guy then? being your first." Taron says smiling. 

Richard puts his hands on T’s waists. "Is that a yes?" he asks with a soft smile. 

"Yes." T says and cups his face. He stands up on his toes and kisses him lovingly. 

 The next week Taron is with Richard every day, studying and the closer they get to the exam the more nervous Richard gets. 

Today is the last day to study before the exam and Rich has a complete blackout. He sinks down at the table with his head and stops completely. 

"Rich, come on," Taron says and rubs his back lovingly. "It isn't that bad." 

"I forgot everything. I can't do this tomorrow." Rich says and Taron can hear how hopeless he sounds. "God I'm so fucking stupid, my mum is right, I'm a lost cause." Rich gets up and feels tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. 

"Richard, you're not. Let's just continue later, okay?" Taron tries to calm him and gets up as well. 

"No. It makes no sense anyways." Richard says and bites his lower lip as a tear rolls down his face. He sits down on his bed and buries his face in his hands, leaning forward and bracing himself on his knees with his elbows. 

Taron gets up and walks over to him. He sits down next to him and starts rubbing his back smoothly. "Listen, you're frustrated and can't concentrate. I get it. But giving up is not an option, not the day before the exam." 

"Taron, I can't focus on this shit, and no matter how hard I try, I don't know how to solve these problems anymore." he sits up straight again, tears in his eyes and down his cheeks. 

"Oh come here," Taron says and pulls him into a strong hug. Richard cuddles into him, searching the comfort of his boyfriend. "We're gonna take a break now, maybe get some fresh air and then we'll continue, okay?" 

"Okay." Rich mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying being near Taron. 

"We won't freak out on the day before. You worked hard and studied a lot and it'll be okay." Taron says and places a kiss on his soft curls. "You're gonna do great, love." 

Rich nods and lies down pulling T with him. He rolls on top of him and kisses him softly, before resting his head on his chest and cuddling into him. "I love you, T."

"I love you too, Rich." he says and fondles over the back of his head gently. 

 A week later, Richard had passed his exam. They told their parents about their relationship, and Richard's team won the big game. 

Taron can't hide a grin thinking back to the evening of the game. 

Rich picked him up happily and gave him the biggest kiss ever. T smiled happily and stood up on his toes when Rich let him down again. "I thought you wanted to keep this relationship between us?" he said as he wrapped his arms around Richard’s neck. 

"I wanted to," Rich said and shrugged his shoulders. He pressed his forehead against Taron’s. "But I love you and you are bloody amazing. I don't care what people think of it, because you're my boyfriend." Rich bopped his nose. "Aand I love you." 

"I love you too." Taron said and watched him adoringly.

"I'm proud of being yours, and I'm not afraid to show it." Richard stated and smiled at his beautiful boyfriend. 

"You're so cute." Taron mumbled and kissed him again cupping his face this time. 

@taron-eggmcmuffin @anxiety-at-the-classroom @naptitimadderton @maddertonmyheart @madderton-obsessed @sarahegerton96 @primaba11erina @multicoloredchicken​

[what-the--curtains]

Braving the elements

(Bucky x OC and/or Bucky x reader)

Summary:

A mutant with elemental control flees her life of crime after an altercation with her boss. In hopes of bringing him down she seeks out her old friend Wanda and offers to help the Avengers. Whilst there a certain avengers catches her eye and she catches his. As a more sinister plot begins to reveal itself, you realize that your former employer is the least of your worries and that something wicked was being planned for you since the day you were born.

Warnings; Violence, Swearing, Theft

Author's note: First piece of non-academic writing I’ve done in a while so feedback is always appreciated, but be kind! I may change this to be a reader insert, but I just don’t like how (Y/n) looks in the writing. If y’all want it changed though let me know! Bucky makes his appearance in Chapter 4 so it’s a slow burn romance, but there’s gonna be fluff, angst and smut involved! Steve/Nat and Wanda/Vision are in it later as well, but I wanted to establish the main character a bit first as she’s the only one who's made up

Word Count: 2.0K

Act 1: Chapter 1: The Robbery

Songs inspiring this chapter

Ain’t no rest for the wicked – Cage the Elephant (Bank robbery)

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat (Fight with the avengers)

Monday 10 AM, N.Y.C

“This is it?” you ask, pulling your sunglasses down slightly in order to get a better view of the building standing before you.

“That’s the one.” Your getaway driver Calvin says into your ear piece, he’s a block away in the back of a white van waiting for the go ahead from the boss.

You squint as the sun hits your eyes, letting out a low whistle “Pretty fancy for a bank, you gonna tell me what I’m getting out of here?” you muse.

“That’s on a need to know basis sweetheart.” He responds flatly.

“Well sweetheart, hate to break it to ya, but I need to know!” you pause for a moment to see if you’ve managed to make him laugh “Seriously Calvin this is some of my best stuff!”

“God do you ever shut up, cameras and emergency buttons are down, you just have the guards to worry about now so get on with the job. Once you’re out make sure your face is covered. Do you have your mask with you? ”

“”You know as the person doing most of the brute work I think I deserve a little respect” you retort “Do I have my mask? Do you have your mask Calvin? God your infuriating!” you mutter, pulling out your “mandatory” earpiece and throwing it into a nearby gutter, before taking a quick glance in your purse just in case you had forgot.

Seeing the mask in its place, you pull your leather jacket over a white t-shirt and tighten your belt ensuring your shorts stay in place. Alright let’s do this you think with confidence before immediately tripping over your shoe laces and falling to the ground.

“God how embarrassing” you say slightly louder than you meant too. Pushing yourself onto one knee you tie your laces up and hop back on your feet “Alright let’s try this again.”

You walk through the sliding doors into the marbled interior of the bank, smiling as you pass by two security guards. One with a long mustache and another with a poorly done tattoo of a tiger on his bicep. You make note of the other two guards who were currently leaning up against the roman-esque columns lining the perimeter of the building. One was wearing sunglasses and the other was casually twirling a baton around.

“Hey, only four of you guys defending this whole building?” You inquire

“Ya sweetheart just the four of us, but don’t you worry we’ll keep ya safe” Tattoo replied with a smile and a slightly unnerving arm touch.

“Well thank goodness for that and god bless America!” you say sweetly grinning from ear to ear. Turning on your heel you head towards the counter ringing the bell twice before a woman in her mid-twenties appears from the back room and walks over to the counter. She’s wearing a name tag that reads Sandy.

“Hi there Sandy, how are you today?”

“I'm doing just fine thanks for asking and what can I do for you today?” She replied with a smile.

“I’m here to retrieve my belongings. Vault 176 here’s the key.” you say sliding it under the protective glass. Sandy smiles politely and walks into the backroom for a few minutes before emerging with a small box.

“Alright, I’m just going to need see some ID then your good to go ma’am”

“Well you see Sandy, I left it at home and my husband’s gonna kill me if I don’t get this back to him tonight could you do a gal a favour and just look the other way?” you plead

“I’m really sorry ma’am, but I just can’t do that.” Sandy replies sympathetically.

“Well I understand,” you say “Oh and Sandy, I’m sorry about this really I am”

“Sorry for what exactly ma’am?” she asks with a worried tone

“For this' ' you jump onto the counter and pull out a gun “Hi, yea, hello, people of the bank can I have your attention please? I just wanted to inform you all that I’m gonna be robbing this branch, but this does not mean it has to be a traumatic or unpleasant experience. I just need that box there and I don’t want anyone to get hurt, really I don’t. So if you could pretty please hand it over to me and any spare cash you have lying around this joint.”

Unfortunately, Tattoo, Mustache, Sunglasses, and Twirly were now approaching you with guns raised.

“Ma’am drop your weapon and put your hands where I can see them” demands Mustache

“C’mon sweetheart we both know you don’t know how to handle that thing.” Sunglasses says patronizingly

“Fine you got me glasses.” you pout “My little lady brain doesn’t know how to use a gun!” you exclaim before quickly throwing the gun at him, hitting him right in the head and knocking him out “ You’re supposed to throw the gun right?”

Mustache rushes towards you at full speed. Before he can reach you, you jump off the counter connecting the soles of your feet to his face knocking him down onto the floor unconscious. You land painfully on your hip feeling a bruise forming almost instantly.

The last two guards begin their approach. From the ground you kick Twirlys feet out from under him and jump to fight the baton out of his hand. Punching him in the throat you stand up and turn to knock tattoo, your least favorite of the four, right in the stomach with the baton. He doubles over in pain. Twirly tries to stand up, but you bring the top of your foot down on his neck causing him to drop, this time staying down. Bringing the same leg forward you knee tattoo in the nuts and feign a pained look as he topples over. Bending over you pick up the three guns now lying on the floor

“You know, you should really learn how to use these properly. Wouldn’t want you hurting anyone, especially yourselves.” You scold. The few people in the bank remained still and decided it was probably best to comply with you. You turn back to the counter now sweating, and Sandy hands you the box from the vault and a bag full of cash which she had filled during the beatdown.

“Thanks Sandy you’re a peach!”

Sandy looks at you pleadingly “Oh come on, we both know you ain’t gonna get fired because some lady came in and threatened you. If anything you should sue them, unsafe workplace and all” you offer sincerely with a shrug of your shoulders.

You gingerly step over the four guards lying on the floor and slip on your mask before exiting the bank.

Monday 10:25 AM Avengers Tower

A field agent runs into Tony’s office where he and Steve were working “Sir one of the downtown branches has been broken into!” he wheezes.

“And?” says Tony

“And you’re going to want to see this” He pulls up a video taken by one of the bystanders in the bank. The video depicts the scene of you beating up the four guards.

“You know who that is?” Steve asks Tony

“Never seen her before in my life, which is surprising considering how well she fights. Let’s get in for questioning. I'm a bit busy here so Steve if you wouldn’t mind.” He says turning back to his work.

“Peter, Wanda suit up, we’ve got a robbery to stop” Steve orders.

10:35 AM Downtown N.Y.C

God this mask is hot you think struggling to get the eyes hole in place as you approach the white van concealing Calvin’s whereabouts. Knocking three times he open the door and you

throw the small box from the vault up to him.

‘’What have I told you about taking out your ear piece?” he fumed “And what the hell is in that bag?” he shouts pointing to the large bag of cash you had grabbed.

“Money.” you say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Last time I checked boss said no extra risks, he ain’t gonna be happy about this.”

“Well last time I checked he likes money” you respond causing Calvin to become even more agitated. As you turn to grab the money you see a ball of red light come hurling at you. You duck just in time.

“Shit, how the hell did the goddamn Avengers get here so fast?” Calvin shouts, you grab the money and throw it into the back of the van he extends his hand and you’re about to grab it when BAM something hits you in the back knocking you forward.

“Alright who the fuck threw a whole ass shield at me!” You yell more irritated that angry

“We gotta go c’mon Eve” Calvin pleads “Boss really ain’t gonna like this!”

“Screw that, this just got personal! Go, i’ll catch up” you promise turning and running towards the shield throwing culprit a.k.a Captain American. You kick him right in the gut having caught him slightly off-guard he doubles over. You remove your belt and wrap it around his neck pulling as hard as you can.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero or something?“ you begin to ask, but before you can fish the sentence something slaps you in the back of the head pulling off your mask. You're thrown off the captains back.

“Shit!” you mumble before turning to see one of spidey kids webs still holding your mask.

You hear her before you see her “Chris?” you turn to see someone you hadn’t seen in years

“Wanda?” you blink a few times no it can’t be. Just then a truck skids up behind you and firm hands hoists you up

“We gotta go now!” Calvin says angrily, shooting suppressing fire out towards the three avengers.

“Chris!” Wanda yells again before throwing energy towards the truck. You pull the air around it and throw the energy back her way.

With Spiderkid and the captain still on your tail you decide to pull out a few of your old tricks. You pull the branch from a tree up and wrap it around the kids arm trapping him in the tree

“Um Mr. Rogers I’m down and out” he sighs.

“Two down one to go.” you focus on the captain who's now running through the street after you at superhuman speed. Lucky for you it had rained the day before on the street was full of puddles. Crouching down you turn the puddles to ice causing the captain to wipe out. Hard. Closing the doors of the van as It turns the corner you make your way back to your headquarters.

“They made me. Spider kid took my mask.” you whisper hoping Calvin doesn’t hear you

“He ain’t gonna be happy” he chastised.

“God you don’t think I already know that! At least we got the goods. He’s gonna be real happy about that!”

[thebiasrekkers]

Fragmentation 0.4 - KTH

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

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Word Count: 2,204

AN: And here we have Taehyung with his brother, Namjoon, in the Real World in Zion. Again, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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“Big Brother,” Taehyung called, watching his brother, Namjoon, halt in his steps to look back at him, “are we going to be separated?”

A look he couldn’t place spread over his brother’s face. Taehyung surmised that it wasn’t anything good. He bit his lower lip, fighting back the urge to cry. His eyes lowered to the metal flooring of their home. Sucking in air through his teeth, he closed his eyes to keep the tears from spilling out. A sudden weight fell on the top of his head, causing him to look up as he met Namjoon’s gaze. 

His expression was softer now.

“It won’t be for long,” he reassured, rubbing Taehyung’s hair comfortingly, “and we’ll be seeing each other again before you know it.”

Taehyung’s lips trembled slightly, forming into a small smile. He knew his brother was doing his best to ease the wave of anxiety threatening to overtake him. But there was a part of him that worried about so many terrible things happening before they could reunite. There were rumors that some failed the training program outright. Others died from the heavy mental and physical strain placed on their persons. 

Maybe it was the child-like optimism he had, but Taehyung knew that his brother wouldn’t fail. He wouldn’t either.

Their mother worked tirelessly in the kitchen, trying to put some semblance of a meal together for them. She knew she wouldn’t be seeing her children for several years; not until they finished their training programs. Namjoon would head down the path of an Operator, the same occupation their father had before he died. The Elders of Zion said that their father was a hero, but Taehyung knew they were just being nice.

He died before he could activate the ship’s EMP, butchered by Sentinels that destroyed the ship his father was a crew member of. 

No matter what, he would find a way to be with his brother. To make sure nothing like that happened. To do so, he had to pick a different goal. Taehyung would become a pilot.

“Taehyung! Namjoon! It’s dinner time!”

They both turned in the direction of the kitchen, Namjoon gently urging Taehyung to head out first. He didn’t have to look behind him to know that his brother was following closely. When they reached the kitchen, they saw a spread fit for an important guest and couldn’t help but eyeball it with obvious fascination. There was no way that they’d finish this in a single night.

“Mom,” Namjoon said as she set metal cups filled with water next to each plate, “this is too much…”

Taehyung scrambled into his chair, resisting the urge to dive into the bread, cured meats and dried fruits. He could feel his mouth watering already. “This looks awesome!”

Their mother smiled, reaching out to pat their heads. “Nothing less for my brave boys,” she said, the pride clear in her voice, “you need to eat well to do well.”

They both nodded, digging into the food heartily. Between laughter and light conversation, it felt like just a normal day in the Kim household. But they knew it wouldn’t be like this for a long time. Taehyung remembered his brother telling him that the coming days of spoiled bliss leading up to their departure was for their mother more than it was for them. They only needed to do their part and allow her to bask in these simple gifts. 

“Have you boys picked your names yet?”

“Spectre,” Namjoon replied as he bit into a slice of apple, “just like Dad.”

Taehyung watched as their mother’s smile fell a little, but then it returned even bigger than earlier. Her eyes took on a watery sheen and she reached out to wrap her arms around Namjoon. A soft blush crowned Namjoon’s cheeks and he cupped his mother’s elbow. Taehyung looked away to stare at the bread and dried fruit on his plate. The truth was that he hadn’t even thought of what name he would use. He always assumed one would be given to him.

“And you, Taehyung?” He looked up, meeting his mother’s gaze. “What name have you chosen?”

He felt like he was going to be swallowed up by his mother’s deep hazel eyes. There was a time when those same soft eyes were hard like a rock’s; the eyes of a person who looked Death in the face and told him “Not today”. She did it without fear. 

He smiled. “Edge.”

His mother blinked, her lips parting slightly. “But Taehyung, that’s--”

“I know.” His smile grew wider. “That was your name.”

Looking across the table at his brother, he saw the smile creeping around the corners of Namjoon’s mouth. His chest filled with warmth at knowing that his brother approved of the name choice. Their mother let go of her alias a long time ago. They remembered their father telling them once that she was thinking about giving it all up when she became pregnant with Namjoon. Stepping down from the role of Captain of her APU squadron, their mother focused fully on raising her children when she gave birth to Taehyung a year later.

Actual tears streamed down her face and she stood up, leaning over Taehyung and pulling him closely into her chest. She cradled the back of his head, stroking through his dark hair, and it wasn’t long before Namjoon was also hugging him from the other side. Taehyung lifted his arms so he could pull them in even closer to him.

“No matter what happens, I want you both to know that I am so proud of you.” Both Taehyung and Namjoon looked into their mother’s tear-stained face. “And I know that your father would be too.”

Seven Years Later

“EDGE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

A devious smirk slid over Edge’s features as the ship rattled and clanked around them. “Hold on to your lunch, Captain!”

His eyes zeroed in on the terrain of cables, pipes, and junk that managed to pile up over the years in the tunnel system. Veins of electricity flared out in either direction and he gripped harder on the flight controls. He quickly swiped his fingers over the control panel in front of him, redirecting power to the hover pads at the ship’s stern.

The ship dipped quickly, falling several hundred feet. Edge didn’t bother stopping the laugh as his co-pilot made a retching noise from the sudden shift in their gravity. 

“Forty-five percent to starboard bow,” he said through his laughter.

Again, his co-pilot gagged behind his hand. “F-Forty-five percent to...to starboard…”

“Bow!”

“B-Bow!”

Edge jerked the flight controls to the left, swerving the hovercraft hard as they rounded a sharp corner. Metal groaned in protest and people were swearing at the top of their lungs. Others were cheering in the artillery section of the ship. 

“Fifteen percent to port bow!”

“F-F-Fifteen percent...oh, God.” The gagging was soon followed by actual vomiting. Something wet hit the floor, but Edge remained focused on the path in front of him. 

“Stagger! Port bow!”

“Y-Yes Sir! Fifteen to port bow, Sir!”

Again, Edge yanked at the flight controls. The ship screamed as electric pulses erupted around the left side of the ship just as they made a right turn. In four hundred feet, they would hit another drop and would be able to bee-line it straight for Zion’s main gate. 

“Come on, baby,” he whispered, his eyes darting in every direction as he pushed the engines further, “we’re almost there!”

“SLOW IT DOWN, EDGE!”

Edge chuckled, pushing the controls harder. Sweat slid down his neck and shoulders. “Aw, don’t be like that, Cap.” He quickly mashed several more key commands on the console in front of him. “You know that she doesn’t like it when you speak to her that way.”

“THIS ISN’T A GODDAMN RACE!”

“I beg to differ, Sir. It’s always a race!” Reaching over, he smacked Stagger’s shoulder to get him back into focus. “Eighty-three percent to the ship’s bow!”

Stagger wiped at the mess around his mouth and gave a determined nod. “Aye, Sir! Eighty-three to bow!”

“EDGE!”

“Careful, Sir! You’ll bite your tongue!”

The front of the ship lit up with bright blue and white spider veins of electricity just as he pushed the stern of the vessel back. He called it his “leap frog” technique, allowing him a single opportunity to bounce the ship just before reaching a drop to give it extra momentum. It was slightly taxing on the ship’s hull, but reduced the power needed to launch it forward - utilizing gravity more than the reserves on the ship.

It wasn’t a fan favorite.

Metal things clanked around throughout the ship as he spun the ship into descent. More crew members hooped and hollered their approval. There was a good chance that his captain would refer Edge to recycling - deciding that he needed to start the training program over from the beginning. But if he could beat his previous record return time, then it might have been worth it.

Electric waves sprayed in various directions as the hovercraft pillowed down at the base. Edge let his shoulders relax and he sank back in his chair as the main gates to Zion were in clear view. Rushed footsteps thundered from the back and he braced himself for the screaming onslaught that was sure to come.

“God fucking dammit, Edge,” screamed Captain Halo into his ear, causing Edge to laugh and wince simultaneously, “you’re going to get us all killed one of these days!”

He shrugged one shoulder, poking one finger into his ear just as an incoming transmission reached their communications panel. “This is The Hierophant requesting permission to enter Zion.”

“Access codes required for entry.”

Edge leaned back in the chair, giving Captain Halo time to enter the access codes. Once entered, they waited for the confirmation beep.

“Thank you. Welcome home Hierophant. You are cleared for Dock Seven.”

“Roger that. Moving to Dock Seven.” Edge set the controls to auto-pilot, allowing for the hovercraft to coast through the main gate. He stretched his arms high over his head, popping the tension from his spine. “It’s good to be back.”

The rest of the Hierophant’s crew quickly gathered their belongings, all of them excited for the results of their final exams. The ship secured its landing gears on the dock, shaking the entire vessel. After the cabin was de-pressurized, the electronic ramp disengaged on the landing pad. The door slid open, allowing everyone to disembark.

Edge lingered in the pilot’s seat a little while longer, his fingers undoing the straps from around his chest. 

Stagger unstrapped himself from the co-pilot seat, sidling over the opposite side from where he’d thrown up. “You’re not coming?”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” Edge replied as he met Stagger’s gaze, “I want to say goodbye properly.”

“Whatever.” Stagger smirked, reaching out to clasp a hand on Edge’s shoulder. “You’re one crazy sonuva bitch, Edge. But you’re also one helluva pilot.” The two of them shared a smile. “I’m gonna miss ya.”

“It’s been real.”

The both punched fists before parting ways. Captain Halo shuffled up beside him after watching the other trainees exit the ship. Edge hissed when he felt a smack to the back of his head, rubbing it gingerly. Not that it actually hurt, but he was a showboat in various ways.

“If you weren’t such a skilled pilot, I’d request that the Admiral kick you out of the program entirely.”

Edge flashed his trademark boxy smile at him. “Awe, c’mon Cap. Don’t be that way. You know I’m better suited to fly.” His expression softened some. “I’ll always get my crew home. No matter what.”

“I don’t expect anything less. Heroism is great, but real heroes remember what’s truly important.” Captain Halo sighed, placing a hand on top of Edge’s head. “You’ll do more good being alive than getting yourself killed. Remember that.”

Smirking, he saluted his Captain - the main he admired and served under in the program for the last three years. “I won’t forget, Sir.”

The Captain reached into his pocket and pulled out a small mini disc. “Take this to Central Command. They’ll award you your wings.”

Edge stared at the disc in amazement, but before taking it, he stood to his feet and gave his Captain a proper salute. “Sir, yes Sir.” 

He took the disc, slid it into his pocket, and saluted the Captain again who, in turn, saluted him as well. 

“Make your crew proud, Soldier.”

Captain Halo took his leave, allowing Edge to bask in the good news. He was a full-fledged pilot now. The only thing he had to wait on was his next assignment. He’d had a good run with The Hierophant, but training was over. His next ship would be the ship that he would pilot until the end of his days. The crew would be his lifelong friends and partners.

Reaching one hand out, he stroked the flight controls affectionately as his vision blurred from oncoming tears. He smiled, laughing slightly as a warm feeling spread across his chest.

“...see ya ‘round, Hierophant. Be good to the next one, alright?”

[oh-its-souichi]

Demolition Lovers

Part 1 

Dabi X Reader

Yo! 

I am reposting this from my main blog so it is easier to find. 

Also I gave the reader silver hair... for the sake of the plot so... congrats you now have silver hair!! woohoo

Warning- Fluff, a--n--g--s--t, mentions of childhood abuse, Dabi may be a lil more sensitive then normal. 

“Dabi!” he heard you yell in front of him, your long silver hair dancing in the wind. The two of you were much younger then, 13 to be exact. Dabi had stopped along the side of the creek the two of you ran along, looking down at the reflection of his face in the water. He was plagued by so many feelings, most he couldn’t identify then. For sure he knew he was angry. He didn’t want you to disappear, you were his best friend.  “Come on slow poke. We’re almost there!” your voice sounded again this time your footsteps stopped realizing your friend had completely stopped moving seeming to be distracted by something in the water.

"Dabi?“ You questioned skipping to his side, slinging your arm around his shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. “Hey whats wrong?” You said softly, studying the look he had in his almost florescent blue eyes. He looked angry but when you looked closer you could see his eyes shaking with sadness. You averted your eyes your chest aching, you never wanted to make him sad. “You should be happy! I’m finally  showing you my secret hideout after all of your begging and pleading!” you sung jumping in the air with enthusiasm, hoping your mood would rub off on him. It didn’t he was far to stubborn for that.

He grimaced shaking your shoulder off of his. Sure when he first found out you snuck off into a nearby tree everyday, labeling it you “Secret hideout” he was curious but ultimately discovered it’s location when he followed you after you left your house in tears one evening, tagging along secretly only because he was concerned for your safety. Even though he knew where you found solace in the world he pretended he didn’t often bugging you after school to divulge the location to him but he only used that as a lame excuse to talk to you, exactly as he had done today.

His eyes aligning with the grass hill across the stream. “Who will protect you when your gone?” His said sternly, not daring to meet your innocent gaze. You stopped looking at him curiously before dropping down to the ground running your hand along the grass, a small smile came to your face as the blades tickled your palm. “Hey why are you laughing L/N answer my question!”  You picked your body up off the ground, cupping his face in your hands. At first he tried to wiggle out of your grasp but stopped staring at you with an annoyed guise. You smiled brightly at him trying to be brave.

Inside you were panicking, you didn’t know who would protect you. Dabi was all you had. He was your night in shining armor as well as the person you looked up to most in life. He had taught you to be brave and fight back against those who caused you adversity. ‘Well as least fight until your weak little arms can’t fight anymore and then come get me.’    When that moment did come he would be blue flame blazing in hand ready to fight the battles you couldn’t. “I will protect myself!” You sang looking him in the eyes, the feeling of his soft skin under your hand bringing blush to your face. He looked at you noticing a bruise forming your right eye. ‘I’m not so sure’ he thought hesitantly, picturing the hell you would go through.

It was evident your home life was shit his first clue being all the bruises you came to school with, most of them being on your beautiful face and arms. He never asked about it, no one asked about it being perfectly content ignoring what they all knew what was going on. He was ashamed but he didn’t know what to do, how could a 13 year old boy go against a grown ass man.  Many times you would sneak over to his house at night, climb through his bedroom window, being able to slide it open due to a faulty lock and curl up at the end of his bed never taking a pillow or blanket. He would wake up every time you came in, your face would be streaked with tears and his chest would ache, knowing it had been a bad night. Carefully he would pull you to his side holding you closely to him. Those nights made him feel strong like you were a frail tea cup and he had to protect you from anyone that dare hurt you, that dare to crack your surface. The two of you never discussed your random sleep overs, it just became an unspoken thing.

“You can’t even use your quirk. How are you going to protect yourself? Oh wait let me answer that, you won’t your to damn weak.” His chest locked up with anger, his breathe becoming limited. You dropped your hands looking to the ground in shame. ‘That’s what your going to say to her right now? You idiot’  You sighed putting on a pathetic grin hiding the fact that his words whipped your heart to shreds. “Your probably right” You said walking away from his side for what you assumed would be the last time, hidden tears running down your face. He stood dumbfounded wishing he could have taken it back, wishing he could have said something nicer.

Now years later he found himself walking across the bridge that crossed the stream his eyes trained at the patch of grass the two of you last conversed. It was overgrown the cat tales grew tall in the water while the grass grew tall around. The sharp blades swaying gracefully in the wind hissing upon contact with their neighbors. It was vacant of you though. As it always had been. He didn’t know why he found himself wandering down here of why you still crossed his mind after 8 or however many it had been years. Your bruised face burned into his brain. ‘oh that’s right’ he thought feeling familiar rage boil inside of him. He thought of you because you fell through the cracks no matter how many beating your took at home no teacher, no HERO came to your rescue. They all failed you allowing unbridled evil fester while they smiled in their fancy costumes. He wouldn’t let that happen. Not again.

‘That’s enough there drama queen’ he mused wiping the thoughts out of his mind, he felt like his heart was going to combust and he predicted that if he put anymore pressure on it he would surely die of a heart attack. Something he really wasn’t needing to happen in his life.

He turned around heading back to his apartment his mind purposefully void of thought. He didn’t mind that it was nice to take a break from Shigaraki’s bitching and Toga’s excessive talking. Replacing there voices with the city life around him. It was pretty late, what time exactly he wasn’t sure the sun had bid the sky farewell leaving it to grow black and blue with misery. ‘Just like her eye’ he thought looking up at the darkness of the space above him, void of any stars. He shook his head at the thought dropping his gaze to the sidewalk. "Aw give it a rest won’t you” he grunted to himself wishing to push your memory away. ‘It doesn't even matter. If she took one look at me now she would scream and run’ He held up his arms staring at the purple scar tissue for a second before dropping them back to his side.

He continued walking, passing by a few thugs that yelled obscenities at him, spitting remarks about his skin but he didn’t have the energy to fight them. Work with the league had taken a physical tole on him leaving him exhausted. He stopped turning to face the men that insulted him. They were common criminals nothing really unique about their features. Both of them had block heads and stomachs that jiggled an uncomfortable amount when they walked never-the- less he committed their faces to memory. He would kill them on a later date.

The men stared back at him fists clenched prepared to block against an attack that never came instead Dabi put his hands in his pockets and continued walking. “H-hey where the hell are you going!? Not afraid of us are you!” The man on the right yelled elbowing his friend for encouragement. Dabi stopped “Oh no not at all” He cocked his head a wild smile forming on his face, his ultra blue eyes widening with power. “I’m just rememberin-” Before he could finish his sentence a brick dropped from above smashing the man on the right smack dab in the head.

“Shut the hell up will you! I’m trying to sleep!” A familiar voice yelled. Dabi’s mind raced for an explanation but was granted no answer. ‘I know that voice’ he thought looking up. His body freezing immediately upon the sight in front of him. You long silver hair was blowing softly in the breeze, like it did the last day he had seen you. Only this time it was longer and looked more pale. His breathe hitched in his throat ‘No fucking way’

You turned your head to the man you heard being verbally assaulted a smile ready on your face. “Hey I’m sorry if I interrupted your-” upon seeing his face the pace of your words slowed, your voice softening. He looked different then you remember. Where there once was soft skin now lay intense burns and scars but you didn’t mind. Yes you were curious where he got them but he was still as handsome as you remembered. "conversation.“ you trailed off wanting to jump out of your window and engulf him in a hug.

Dabi began mindlessly walking forward until he was underneath your window stepping carelessly onto the unconscious man who laid sprawled out on the sidewalk. He watched, his heart in his throat as a dusting a pink formed on your face. You were more pretty then what he had remembered. You features were striking only seeming to have grown more gorgeous in the years you spent apart.

"Hi Dabi” you grinned. Normally he would have freaked if someone had used his name so carelessly in public, he was a wanted man after-all. He didn’t care though your voice saying the nickname you gave him sounded like a song, heavenly music to his ears. He felt his younger self, the worried child that sat up in his bed at night sigh in relief  ‘She’s alright’

“Can I come up?” He said aloud in complete awe of your presence. You nodded your head eagerly. “Yes, please. There’s a stair case in the alleyway that leads to my door” He laughed a mischievous smile on his face. “That’s pretty damn sketchy don’t you think”

At his response you twisted your face scrunching your nose cutely. “oh shut the hell up ans grow a pair.” He laughed at your boldness holding up his hands “Alright, alright” Jumping off the mans back he walked across the sidewalk and into the dark alleyway. If it hadn’t have been for the light of a lone street lamp that reflected on the metal he was damn sure he would have never found the staircase. “Sheesh” he said out loud stepping onto the metal. It creaked under his weight. ‘She really shouldn’t be climbing up this shit everyday. I remember her being to damn clumsy for this type of shit’

You panicked seeing the mess in front of you. Due to your busy work schedule you were not able to clean as much as you would like not that your apartment was a pigsty it just needed some TLC. Running your hands through your wavy tresses you began picking up stray pieces of clothing that littered you floor slamming them into the laundry basket you kept at the foot of your bed as well as throwing away odd pieces of garbage you left on the nightstand.

Your apartment was more of a studio the only room being the bathroom. You had the normal works of a normal kitchen the only difference being it was tucked awkwardly on the far right wall. You took a shaky breath looking one last time around you. 'That will have to be good enough.’ you thought feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You had spent all these years thinking about him, wondering if you would ever see him again and now that your wish had come true you were scared shittless and ready to jump out your window. “Your such a wimp” You laughed at yourself.

Dabi knocked three times on the door listening for your footsteps. They were light and careful. The door opened in front of him revealing a very small but neat apartment and you. His eyes narrowed slyly noticing parts of you had certainly GROWN since you were 13.  You were wearing a long white dress that hugged your waist comfortably, revealing your curves. 'Dear god’ he thought smiling at you walking into your apartment, trying to keep his eyes off of your body.

"How long have you been living here?“ he grunted taking in the details of your apartment, it was decorated mostly with plants and paintings of various flowers. Very minimal.  "For about 2 years” you said lightly stepping around him, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. 'I walk by this shit hole everyday and I never say her?’ he thought eyeing how your grey hair fell down your shoulders like a water fall, metallic silver highlights popping out under the light. “Huh” he said sitting next to you. The curious little boy you used to know thrashed his way out of his body dying the scream the words that had been in the back of his mind for what felt like an eternity but he pushed it away. “What have you been up too?”

You head dropped down not sure what words to say, you hair falling suit until it practically covered your face. He followed the strands to where the ends touched you arm. Raised your skin he noticed a long pink scar that started at your wrist and traveled almost to your elbow. His eyebrows furrowed. Now that he was closer to you he could see your body was adorned with scars akin to the one on your arm. His eyes searched your body frantically noticed another one traveling from the top of your shoulder down to tour back. Another across your chest. Some of them seemed to fray off like someone had taken a ball pen hammer to your skin, causing it to fracture.

“Nothing really” you sighed finally bringing your eyes to his a weak smile on your face. To his relief there were no scars or bruises on your face. “Hm” he hummed deciding not to push the subject. At the end of the day it wasn’t any of his damn business anyway. “What have you been up to?” you asked your eyes taking notice of his own scars. He hadn’t had them then to the extent he does now. Your eyes lingered on his jaw staring at the staples that seemed to hold him together, sadness stormed in your eyes. He felt very self conscious under your gaze, part of him wanted to turn away and tell you to fuck off for staring to long but he didn’t he never could be mean to you. “Oh you know living the life. Look I’ve been wanting to talk to you about what I said the last time I saw you” He yawned his fatigue starting to get the better of him though he tried to fight it off wanting to right his wrong. You took note letting lose a giggle. “Let’s not talk about any of that right now besides your tired, go get some sleep then we will talk” you said nervously hoping to change the subject.

He nodded letting his back fall onto your bed, his sore muscles screaming out 'hallajulah!” as they were caressed by the soft cushioning of your bed. “Yeah its bedtime” you grunted closing his eyes. You paused for a moment not sure what to say, your eyes wider then the moon  'Wait is he going to sleep here?'  

“What the hell is that look for?? huh?” he laughed cracking open his right eye to look at your face. You looked completely shocked like you had shit yourself. “Oh nothing” You sang hoping to your feet. “Are you sleeping here?” you asked cautiously afraid you misunderstood what he was saying. “Well yeah. You owe me for breaking into my room and taking up have of my damn bed all those nights. Its my turn little lady” He said toeing off his shoes so he was able to fully get comfortable at the end of your bed, curling up like you used to. A euphoric smile grew on your face, making his heart skip a little. “Fair enough” you laughed remembering your younger self 'That was kind of weird’ you thought shaking your head in amusement.

Dabi watched you skip for the door your hand reaching out to flip the light switch. His eyes focused on the brightness of your hair until it was dulled by the light flicking off. You skipped you way back crawling under you blankets, you feet just above his back. Suddenly you began nudging him with you toes a mischievous look on your face. At first he thought you were still adjusting and the little bumps on his back would stop. That was his thought that until he looked up and saw your shit eating grin. “Hey fuck off up there” He laughed grabbing one of your stuffed animals that had fallen on the floor and chucked it, hitting you square in the face.

You erupted in adorable giggles hiding your face under the blankets in preparation for sleep. “Geez Dabi, that was a little violent don’t you think?” His skin tingled hearing his name exit your mouth all your other words lost to him. It was nice to hear that again. “yeah whatever” he said closing his eyes listening to the silence round him. The apartment was perfectly still the only sound to break through was the sound of cars echoing through your open window. In his mind he planned to eventually push you for the answers he sought but slowly. He didn’t want to rush you and it wasn’t like he would never see you again. Oh no, he planned on spending quite a bit of time with you. This time you wouldn’t slip away from him so easily. This time he would protect you from ever being hurt again.

From above him he heard you exhale heavily, the tell tale sign that you were asleep. Carefully not to rock the bed to much he sat up and began crawling across the bed until he hovered over you. Your face looked younger now, more innocent like he remembered. 'There she is’ he thought fondly tucking himself under the blankets next to you. He gingerly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly against his chest,like he did when he was a kid only this time he wouldn’t let go.

[padfootagain]

10 things I wish someone had told me when I started to write fanfictions

 To start this little series of posts where I will attempt to gather the best advices I can give you concerning writing, I'm going to go through a list of 10 things that I wish I had known when I started to post my first fanfictions on the internet. The first few are more about being a fanfic writer on this hellsite, but then I drift towards more writing stuff.

This might also be interesting for people who don't write, if they're curious about the whole process, I hope some of them read this as well.

I do not pretend to be right. I will never dare to pretend to be right about anything. But from my personal experience, here are a few things that I feel like you should know if you are writing fanfics and want to share your work.

This post is long, sorry. Feel free to pick up the bits that you're the most interested in.

Also, if you want me to treat a particular subject in one of these posts (that should be shorter in the future), please, do tell me. I'll be happy to (try to) help :D

Word count : 4914

Alright, let's go!

1. Spread love, spread love, spread love and spread even more love

 If you are around here, it means that you love these silly characters beyond what is reasonable. It's okay, we are all in it together. Then, do not bother with people you find annoying or spread negativity through a fandom. Block them. Avoid them. There is enough negativity in life without it spreading to stain what makes you happy. Do not hesitate to block people. You will find your stay around here much more enjoyable then.

Be kind to people. No matter if they message you on or off anon, no matter what they are asking, be nice. Listen to them. Some are very shy and clumsy with words, some make tons of mistakes while writing in English, it doesn't matter. Be kind. Make them feel welcome on your blog. Show them that you are a safe place around here. You wouldn't want people to dismiss you after you try to be nice to them right? So don't do it to other people. There are many people around here who keep on telling me that they were hesitant in messaging me because they were nervous. Don't be nervous. Talk to each other. Talk to me, I want to talk to you. Be nice with each other. If we have created this kind of fanfiction blogs, it's because we love the characters we write for. We will always be up for a chat about them.

 2. Wisely use your tags, you shall.

 Because it is extremely annoying as a reader when you are looking for a Sirius Black x Reader fic and you end up with some Jily angst. Make sure to tag all your stories, but do it accurately. Do not tag something as wolfstar if it's a Remus x reader imagine. It's just so annoying when the results don't match what you are looking for. Personally, it doesn't make me want to read the imagine, on the contrary, it just annoys me, and I will not visit the blog where it was posted.

To tag your stories, try to think about these three things :

- Who is the main character in my story ? Are there other characters that are really important in the plot?

- Which fandom am I writing for ?

- What part of the fandom is this character involved in?

If several characters are involved, try to determine which ones are the most important and tag them first. You can tag a character using both the full name or just the first name, so think about including both versions.

So, for a Sirius Black x reader story some Jily, you will have the tags:

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius #sirius x reader #sirius imagine #sirius fanfiction #hp # marauders era #marauders #marauders imagine #marauders fanfiction #jily #jily fanfiction #jily imagine #james potter #lily evans potter

See? Then your imagine will come up first if people are looking for Sirius. It might appear for Jily too, but the order of the tags indicate that they're not that important in the story. You can also tag if you are writing fluff, angst… it's up to you. If you don't really know which tags you should use, try to check the tags used by fanfiction writers that you like, it might help.

 3. Comments are rare, but it's not because it’s you

 As a writer, you have put all your energy and soul and emotions into this piece of writing you have just posted. Fasten your seatbelt. You will then experiment the rollercoaster of emotions that goes with it:

- First, the excitement of posting something new

- Then, the long wait for any form of feedback or validation

- Refreshing the page every five seconds to see if your story has a note

- "Oh! A little heart! Someone read it!!!!"

- The slow realization striking that you're not getting much notes

- Going to bed asking yourself a thousand questions and thinking that you are the worst writer on tumblr, as your post didn't get more than 5 notes for now

- Waking up in the morning to find ONE comment on your fic

- Blessing that person with your whole being and worshiping this wonderful human being for a long while as you keep on re-reading the five-words long little message that was written on your post

- Noticing a few reblogs and looking at them all one by one to check if a comment was left in the tags

- Disappointment washing over you every time you see no tags

- A bright grin when you see a 'good fic' in a tag

Yes, this is the usual fanfic writer rollercoaster. You are not the only one experiencing it. Every single writer here does experience the same.

Yes, it is, sadly, normal to receive very few comments on your stories, it doesn't mean that you are a bad writer.

Yes, OCs are not as popular as reader inserts on tumblr. You will get even less notes for these stories. Again, it is, sadly, normal, and it doesn't mean that your OC sucks.

Yes, you will probably get more notes on the first chapter of a series than the rest of your story, especially if you take a few weeks to update. It doesn't mean that your series is less appreciated or is a disappointment.

Some characters or ships are less popular than others in a fandom. You will get less notes for them. It's normal, and again, it doesn't mean that your story is bad.

No, you don't have a psychic link to your computer that tells you if people liked your story without them actually telling you. I know you don't. But there are few people around here who seem to get that. So be patient. Be kind. And don't take it personally, because it's the same problem for everyone here.

Getting just a few notes does not mean that you are a bad writer. We are all struggling to get comments. You are a good writer, even if your story has just a few notes. I didn't get more than 30 notes on my last chapter for my Dr Who fic. My Rose Tico fic struggled to get 10 notes. One of my Poe fic reached 650 notes. There is not always a logic. Do not let the number of notes describe you as a writer. You are a good writer. Getting just a few notes must not stop you from writing. It's not because you don't get many notes that you are not skilled at writing.

 4. Make life easy for your readers: make a masterlist and some taglists

 Make a taglist where you can store the url of people who want to follow your stories. Keep it organized. If you write for several characters/fandom, accept to make different taglists for each character/fandom, and if you are brave enough, for individual stories as well. These people want to follow what you write, so it takes a little time to you, but people that are tagged might read your story more easily and not miss an update.

You can also add links to the previous part of a series or a link to your masterlist in a text post. I don't do it, because I reckon that my masterlist is pretty easy to navigate through, plus, I'm lazy as fuck… but you can be better than me and do it.

Make a masterlist that can be open on mobile. Lots of people (me included) read fanfics in the bus, or during breaks at work, or when they travel… and they don’t have a computer then. So, if you want them to find your stories on mobile, you will have to make a masterlist that they can open on the app. We will take all the steps to create such masterlist one by one. Perhaps there is an easier way to do it, but no one ever told me how to make a masterlist, and that's the only way I found by myself, so I can't help you more than that I'm afraid. If you can't do it that way, ask me for help or ask another fanfic writer who has a link to her/his masterlist in the blog description and try the method he/she used.

To create your masterlist:

1. Create the text post that will become your masterlist. Nothing more than a very normal text post, and publish it on your blog. On this post, you will put your stories and the links leading to them.

2. Open this brand new post and copy the full name of the page in the toolbar at the top of your screen (the full https://ww.tumblr.com/... thing)

3. Go in the settings of your blog and choose the edit appearance menu (the same that you used to decorate your blog and make it pretty).

4. Choose the 'edit theme' menu (website theme section). You arrive in the edit theme page where you can change the theme for your blog, the colours…

5. In the first section called 'appearance options', you can enter the title of your blog, a short description of your blog and choose your avatar. This section also holds the information that are showed on the app. It is in this 'Description' section that we will put the link to your masterlist.

6. In the description, after you've added the text that you wanted, you will have to enter the whole bit of coding that I am writing here. It will allow you to put a link to your masterlist using the link you've copied to a word written in the description. So, you have to write : <b><a href="Insert the link to your masterlist here "> Enter the name of your link here</a></b>

You have to paste the link you have copied in the bit that I have written in italic. The part written in bold is where you type the words that will appear in your description for the link (I stayed traditional, and wrote Masterlist, for example).

7. Don't forget to save your changes, and in theory, if you go to the page of your own blog, the link has appeared in your description, and when you click on it, you have access to your Masterlist!

After that, it's up to you to keep your masterlist updated! If possible, try to make a masterlist as soon as you start writing (or as soon as you have read this post and realized that you desperately needed that damn masterlist), and try to update it everytime you post a new story, or else you might forget a post, or look through your own blog for a while to find the right post again.

Some people use a tag system instead of a masterlist. I find it less reliable. Everything is in your masterlist, I find it easier for readers to find stories and navigate through your writing. But then, it's up to you. I can't help you with the tag system though, as I don’t use it.

Also, do not hesitate to reblog your fics a couple of times after you've posted them. It's not just about promoting your own work, but you have followers from all around the world. When it's night for you, it's the middle of the day for some of them. So reblogging your story to make sure that every time zone has a chance to see it is actually for your followers, not for yourself.

 5. Requests are open, but not everything is okay

 An advantage of tumblr for both readers and writers is that requests are so easy to make. For readers, it's wonderful because someone else is going to write a story they are dreaming of but can't write themselves. For writers, it might stir your imagination and make you think of new stories that would have never crossed your mind otherwise.

Now, that being said, as a writer, you have the right to refuse a request. Do not feel guilty about it. This idea doesn't ring a bell? It sounds weird? You just don't like it? Then refuse it. Stay kind with the person who requested it, but refuse. You are the one who is going to spend hours and hours bringing this story to life, you need to like the idea that is proposed to you.

Make sure that all the requests that you have accepted are either in your askbox, or in a google doc, or in a note book… but anyway, all at the same place. It's easier to go through them all when you are looking for something to write then.

You do not have to write them in a specific order. Don't feel guilty for writing a request straight after receiving it when another one has been sitting in your askbox for several weeks. Your imagination is not something that works on demand. Write what inspires you the most, and if a request that you like doesn't inspire you enough to write it for now, then wait, until it inspires you enough to write it.

Most people open their requests and close them once they have received a few. Then they write them all, and re-open the requests later. It's a very good way to do it and to keep control on your requests.

Me? My requests are always open. Why? Because, if a new follower of mine wants to ask for me to write something, I want this person to have the opportunity to ask. Also, if someone just has a wonderful new idea, I want this person to be able to send a request too. It's one way to do it. Then, you will drown in an ocean of requests that you will never be able to get out of. But as long as you accept the fact and warn your followers that their request will take a long time to be written, I reckon it's pretty fair too.

Never feel obliged to open requests. If you don't feel like it, then don't. You are the one who will have to write the whole thing, don't do it if you don't want to.

Do not imagine that the person who sent you a request will leave you a nice comment to thank you. It is extremely rare. Especially for anons. Here again, don't take it personally, it's not about you, you didn't screw up their request, it's just that no one receives this kind of message.

I remember an anon who asked me to make a part 2 to a request that I had written for her/him. And so I asked in my answer to his/her message if he/she liked the first part. He/she said 'Well, of course I liked it! It was wonderful!'

But dear anon, if you don't tell me that you enjoyed the story that I wrote for you, I actually can't know that you liked it…

But dear writer, if you never hear of this anon who sent a request ever again, it's not about you, I'm pretty sure this anon loved your story. He/she just assumes that you know how brilliant you are. Here is the misunderstanding between readers and writers.

 Right, now, let's get to the writing stuff…

 6. Experiment, experiment, experiment and experiment again

 Especially if you are starting to write fanfics, you will need to find out the best process that fits your personality to write. There is no magical way to do things that will suddenly makes it easy for you to write, and writing keeps on evolving as you grow as a person and also in skills. Don't expect a nice little thing you will do to pass the time. If you really get involved in it, writing is tough. Writing is crying on your own as you write a sad scene. Writing is spending hours looking for tiny details and vocabulary to make sure that you are accurate. Writing is forgetting a thousand plot twists between the moment when you are under your shower and you sit down to write. Writing is waking up at three in the morning to write because you suddenly had the best idea ever.

You will suffer. But you will also find the most addicting feeling that exists in this world, if you manage to completely lose yourself in your story. Bye bye debts, responsibilities, family problems, work… if you manage to get to the orgasmic trance of writing, you will forget the whole world, and get lost in your story. And that is worth everything that makes the life of a fanfic writer shitty.

As I mentioned, to get to this fabulous state of mind, there is no perfect recipe. Because it's different for everyone. You need to try different things to find out which process fits you best. So here are a few things that you should try:

- Try to write different types of stories : adventure, angst, fluff, AU… you will find out that there is a kind of writing that you like the most. For me, it's mainly fluff, with some angst to get it tastier…

-Try both reader inserts and OCs. Both have advantages and drawbacks. You can write both. I do write both. Sometimes though, if you have a very clear idea of your character, it's better to make an OC. For a short one-shot, reader insert is much simpler, and will allow you to not spend two bloody hours looking for a name for your character…

-Try to write with 'I', 'you', 'he/she'… You will soon find one that fits you better. Personally, I hate that bloody 'I' for example.

- Try different tenses. Some people prefer to write using present, others past tenses. It's up to you, just try to be consistent once you've settled for one, or it can be quite confusing.

-Try to plan a story, and try not to plan a story. Some writers need to have the skeleton of the story already written down before really writing the whole thing. Try to make little notes on the characters you create then too. Personally, I can't do that. I hate planning fics. I just write the first things that come to my mind. Do not be ashamed of either process, they are both valid, and trust me, they will both get you to writing full fics. My longest fics are more than 500 to 800 pages long. 0 planning. It works for some people. A friend of mine is unable to start a fic if he doesn't know every single plot twist in it. It just depends on how your brain works. Try to apply both techniques, you'll quickly find out that one is better for you than the other, or perhaps you'll just plan a few things but not everything... it's up to you.

Finding your process of writing is personal. That being said, don't hesitate to ask for advices to writers that you like. You can ask for people you trust to read your fic before posting it as well, you can get good advices then.

 7. Make sure your comfy

 No matter for how long you plan on writing, make sure you are comfortable. In your bed, at your desk, outside… write where you are comfortably sitting/lying down. Take your favourite candies, keep a bottle of water and some coffee/tea near at hand. If it helps, turn on the music. Make playlists for writing with your favourite songs. You will have to experiment the effect of music on your writing too: with music, without music, with lyrics, without lyrics… here again, it's up to you.

Make sure you have the internet too. Because you will often need to check a random fact about the world you're writing about, or some vocabulary… or because after a little while you won't be focused anymore, and you'll probably end up reading fanfics on tumblr before getting back to writing, so be already prepared.

 8. Find your own pace

 I am here talking to fanfiction writers. We are not paid for our writing. We have no deadlines. Therefore, there is no rush. I think that the worst advice that I have ever seen for writers was a post that explained how to write a thousand words a day. Basically, it was explaining that you had to force yourself to, step by step, increase the number of words you would write before stopping and doing something else. To me, this is the WORST ADVICE EVER!!!

DO NOT FORCE YOURSELF TO WRITE!!!

You are spreading love about characters for free, the last thing you want is pressure coming from it! If you force yourself, you'll start not enjoying it, and that's the last thing you want, trust me.

Here again, you have to experiment. Perhaps you are the kind of person who writes a paragraph every day. Perhaps you only write once a week but then you vomit ten pages in one sitting. Perhaps you write once in a while. Perhaps you are like me and can't go to sleep without having written at least 1000 to 2000 words that night. It depends. Do not force yourself to write. You will find your own rhythm. You just need time to find it. Just write when you want to for as long as you want to.

Also, do not rush your brain to create a story, especially for complex stories like series. Some people are fast, between the moment they have the idea for the fic and when they actually write it. But some people need to think about this idea for a while. Personally, 90% of the time, an idea is going to be brewing in my brain for days, weeks, sometimes months or years before I write it down. It's okay, take your time.

An advice to writers with minds twirling with ideas constantly like me: if you have so many ideas, some will be better than others. Wait for a bit then. Some of these ideas will disappear by themselves after a few days or weeks. Write the ones that remained in your brain, no matter if you waited. They are the best ones you came up with. Write the ones that you still have in your head a month later.

Your pace will also determine how often you post your fics, obviously. Do not put any pressure on yourself to write faster because you haven't posted any story in several days. Take the time you need to finish your story. Take your time. You're in no rush. No matter if people are asking you to update soon, you're the one who's writing the damn thing, so go to your own pace.

Wisdom would make me tell you to try to focus on one story at a time. But wisdom is not a fanfic writer. If you have checked my blog, you know that I write many series simultaneously. It's just because my brain is unable to focus on only one story at a time. So I just start many. If you feel like you need to finish this story before starting a new one, then finish it first. But if you feel obsessed with this new idea, let it out and put it down on paper. It won't leave unless you write it anyway, so better get rid of it before it drives you nuts. Here again, updates for new chapters and beginning of new series must be done at your own pace.

Also, wisdom would make me tell you to finish a story before posting it. But wisdom has much more self-control than I do. You don't have to wait to have finished the whole series to post the first part, unless it works better for you. Once again, your own pace.

If you are facing a writer's block and you need some time away from writing, do not feel guilty about taking that time. Take a few days, a few weeks, a few months if necessary, until you can go back to your story. You can also try to write for new characters/fandoms, sometimes it helps, but sometimes you just need time. So do yourself a favour, and take it.

 9. Your story, your words

 How many posts did I see on this hellsite telling you to not use 'say', to not use this type of words, but rather that type of words…

Do yourself a favour. Write whatever you want.

If a word exists, it's because it describes something. An emotion, an action… and if you need to describe that precise thing, then use the damn word for it. And use 'say' as many times as you want.

There is no stupid reaction for your character. I do giggle in real life. I do blush a lot. I do cry easily. I do feel better around some people for no logical reason. Do not listen to the cynical bunch of fake intellectuals who are pretending that these actions don't exist. They do. You can describe them the way you like. And if you want your character to smirk, then make that boy smirk.

You have to apprehend writing like a freedom. There is no one controlling you when you write a fanfiction. There are no standards to respect, no limits to your imagination. You can use any word that you may like. You can write the stories that you want, the way you want to.

There's no need to aim for a vocabulary that you don't master. Especially if you don't write in your native language (like me). You can use a few fancy words, but sometimes it'll be clearer with a vocabulary that is considered like simpler. There's no reason to overdo it.

Try to include both descriptions and dialogues in your work. Dialogues are dynamic, they carry a lot of weight in your narration. They are also very important to carry emotions. But you also need descriptions to get the reader in a certain atmosphere, and to make the actions clearer. If a character picks up a knife, but you have never indicated that he was in a kitchen, it may be a bit confusing. But then, the balance between descriptions and dialogues depends on you, here again, no magic recipe. Just try to get both in your story, you'll find out that it'll be easier to carry out emotions and to make the plot advance then.

Ha, and one more thing, because I said that it was your story. There is nothing wrong in writing a very bold fic with an idea you've never seen anywhere before. But there is nothing wrong either in using a popular AU, a popular idea, a popular OC… there is nothing wrong with that. Because no one has ever written that AU the way you are going to write it. So write it. With your own plot twists, and your own words, and your own feelings. Do you know how many coffeeshop AUs I have read? I have lost count. Do I still want to read more? Yes, please. Because it's cute, and I want cute. How many readers were made a fellow pilot in the resistance and fall in love with Poe Dameron? Here again, I have lost count. Do I still want to read more about that? Yes, please, I do, bring me the angst and the fluff! And please, write it, because I've never read this story written by you, and I want to read it.

 And now, my last piece of advice for this very long post, but the most important piece of advice that I can give you:

 10. If you do not like tips, do not take tips.

 Tips are written by people who have one way to look at a problem. They look at the problem, and they find a solution (sometimes, I am not even sure that they have faced the problem themselves to be honest…). But it is the solution that would fit them, not fit you. Now, you may come across some advices that are very good for you and help you get better at writing. Then cherish these pieces of advice and use them. But if you realize that an advice is not working for you, then leave it behind and try something else. Writing is too personal to have golden rules that need to be followed to reach your goal. It's a slow process. You will never stop learning and improving. Here again, try to experiment the advices that seem interesting to you. Abandon the ones that don't fit your personality.

I have never followed a single advice that I have seen on this website. I write rarely less than 2000 words a day. Not respecting tips that you encounter does not mean that you are a bad writer, or that you'll never manage to finish a story. It just means that you don't write like the person who gathered these advices does. And there's nothing to feel guilty about. You are still a valid writer, you are still creating amazing stories, your process to do it all is just different.

Writing will bring you such a feeling of freedom, do not let yourself be trapped in stupid rules that someone else invented out of the blue.

 And if nothing that I've written helps you, then it's okay. It just means that we don't see the same thing in writing, and we don't write the same way. But you're still amazingly talented, and I think I'm not that bad either. Just enjoy writing. Enjoy sharing your stories. Enjoy reading the stories that are shared by other fantastic writers that we are lucky to have around here. Just enjoy it all, and be kind, to both others and yourself.

[dancinginmydressinthesun]

3 for the unusualish asks💞

Oh I will girl ( you should have NOT give me that number right after the bold type season finale)

I cannot rant about Taylor bc everythings good and I’m living for that so lets just go with my favourite show and how fucked up everything is, I am usually not someone who voices their opinion too much especially on here bc thats just not the type of person I am but anyway 

The Bold Type has been my favourite tv show and if you have never seen it I still recommend you do bc overall its still a damn good show dont get me wrong if it does not seem like that (there are several reasons to watch it and I want it to become more popular so pls do)

Well, I started watching it right at the beginning, June/July last year when the first episode aired and BOI it blew me away, like, i did not expect anything major BUT lemme just say it destroys every other show its just that good (I love the girls it focuses on individually and together, the boss is full perfection, the main ship (a bi girl of colour and a proud muslim lesbian) was breathtaking, the storylines were on point and emotional and it just idk maybe they set the bars too high)

So the second season started airing beginnign of june and you know, I WAS worried before that they could not keep up but I had SO MUCH faith (but it also seems like the writers were kind of replaced and man that shows) the first few episodes were fire alright which is even worse bc i had lost all my worries and knew I was gonna be fed the whole season but little did I know …

You know I really hate complaining too much about something about a tv show that is there to enjoy and make me happy so I’ll stop thinking about it after this post but I do get the frustration so much (but death threats and bashing the whole show is not helpful whoops I said it) 

Just a few short notes on things that anger me a little (I’m probably forgetting thigns but anyway):

1. Jane (she is one of the three main girls) I really like(d) Jane a lot and I feel like I can identify with her, we are very much alike in many ways and this especially showed in season 1. I dont “hate” her at all after this season, not even dislike her, but she they used her for almost all (?) the controversial topics as the one who makes rude and subtle offensive comments, which is not bad in itself bc she learned from it mostly all the time and apologizes but it was just too often and much for me. in the first season Jane seemed at least trying to be more understanding even when she could not really and she was relatable with her concerns and her feelings and this was not really the case for me this season. I felt like she did not own up enough for some mistakes and it did not give me this tbt feeling of happiness and goodness and wholesomeness I had after every damn episode last season????

2. Screen Time (Jacqueline/Alex/Adena) You could probably talk about everyone of them in detail now but I dont have the energy - let me just say Adena and Jacqueline are my favourite characters so maybe I am biased and I know that this whole post need to be edited probably after I rewatch the season bc I can easier give feedback when everything is fresh in my mind but you know, all we fans wanted was to have backstorys (and bc he didnt really get one either this probably applies to Oliver too) not even much, just maybe like the episode in season 1 when we got to learn more about Jacquelines family and her past in general (still crying), it was so well-written bc it was not just something thrown in there but integrated in the storyline, it had purpose, it was emotional, it gave insight into her character and I honestly saw her with different eyes after that (and loved her even more), now those 3 or 4 just are really pushed to the sides. You dont see Adena without Kat really or talking about her character without it being about her sexuality and Kat (oh hey a gay one complaining about that??  yes bc even tho I answer I am gay after someone asks me “how are you” theres more to a person and especially to someone as interesting as Adena. I love hearing non heteros talk about their love life and everything surrounding it but at least then let Adena talk about how her coming out was, what she finds interesting in other women, if she ever struggled with it (i know they tried to cover some things but naah idk i just expected more) or just talk about something else, let us see her going to the movies with friends, a childhood throwback when she was in art class, let her talk about what she likes about some types of art. AND HER WHOLE CULTURE? I am a white western woman and I never see muslim representation on tv and I feel like still havent? i forgot at some point?! there are so many non-white people watching it hoping to be represented and ofc you cannot please everyone but now it just feels like Adena is just a proud lesbian you know. And Alex? what who was that again?

3. the storylines - sooo first of all, I liked the storylines more than most people probably from what I have seen on the tag. I think some of them were hard to put in just one episode and try to talk about everything important and still have  show going on, which is why it did not work all the time  have less storylines but make them work would be better. I really did appreciate that they tried to have a lot of stuff covered and they tried to put different points in there but there were a lot of het relationship and other drama stuff to be shown so the storys were often pushed too hard to the sides. this I say having the gun episode in mind the most i felt really unsatisfied after it and I was really looking forward to it bc i think its important and brave for them to talk about it (anyway watch one day at a time, the episode on the same matter is pure gold) . idk its alright its not the same feeling its less spectacular but I’ll stop whining about that now.

4. KADENA - I’ll try to be objective here , i do get that you cannot have a happy relationship without anything going on for 10 episodes (ok you can I would love that but maybe its less wise when it comes to viewers idk?? i stan unpopular shows so who am I to know) BUT come on, not like this?? they started of as PERFECT alright and then it all went downhill, you know cheating and stuff idk, I am not happy with it, could be more original, could be less meh but whatever I was like “ ok I’lll roll with it maybe its gonna bring a new light in this, let them grow, let them learn” but man idk. it was all a mess and once they made up and everything was fine (after 3 epsiodes of pure stress for my weak heart) after 5 minutes there was something new? almost any interaction was either them arguing or making up. I liekd their conversations mostly I really did but I was tired of drama all the time, after this season I’ll just say it: If they want to continue it like that until the end of season 3 I’d rather have them not together anymore. its no fun, its stress for them and even more for me and it would not seem realistic when they make them endgame at the very last minute (which I assume they will bc they promote it like that) without using multiple episodes and time passing to really let them grow in the relationship, without that it would just feel like one day after the finale of season 3 they would have somethng else coming up to fuck them up again. I was really baffled with the finale bc I WAS NOT expecting that they really wouldnt resolve it at all let us suffer like this (I remember that Nikohl i think said that it would be like that but someone else also said recently that it really feels like a finale and that the fans would feel assured but excited for the next season but excuse me? tbt fans who are happy about that end are great. would love to meet one one day. but where they at?? suttard fans all 3 of you I am happy for you honestly. and for sutton. richard idc. i am bitter tho. 

I STILL HAVE SO MUCH HOPE FOR SEASON 3 (pls let the old writers come back, listen to the fans, there are not too many instead of trying to make it more appealing to the general public what about pleasing us again with friendship, gayness, depth and happiness?)

(& remember: I.love.this.show. i do. I would recommend it even when there would only be season 2. but it would not be my fave anymore. its like as if taylor would have the same albums with the same music, same career, same backstory BUT her not really caring about her fans. I would still love her as an artist so freaking much. but would I jump off building for her?? naah maybe if there were a balcony and a pool who knows 

Thanks for coming to my TED talk 

[itsreigns]

You Have My Heart

Baron Corbin x reader

Angst/Fluff/Smut

(y/n) and him grew up in the same town and used to be friends. He comes back to visit his family and runs into her.

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Six years. Six long years since you’ve lost contact with your former friend, Baron. You and him grew up together: you went to the same school, lived in the same area… You did pretty much everything together.

You never judged him for following his dreams, for the contrary, you were one of his main sources of support; you always encouraged and urged him to pursue them. But then, he left to do exactly that. Leaving you alone with promises that he, somewhere along the way, failed to keep.

At the beginning, you always texted each other, or called each other late at night, sometimes even managed to meet up. You kept your friendship running: sharing your days, new experiences, everything with one another.

Until seven years ago, when it all started crumbling down. He barely texted. Then you wouldn’t either, because you had a bad time swallowing your pride, and his actions hurt you. When he did text, it seemed like he was doing a public service, and honestly, you didn’t know what hurt you more.

But it all came to a stop six years ago. Then it all just stopped for good. No more late night calls. No more texts. No more meetings. Nothing more.

It hurt like hell, you’re not going to lie. You tried to pretend it didn’t, but it did. You missed him every single day. You’ve been in love with the guy for so long, and for him to leave you that easily, not even looking back… it hurt so fucking much.

Seeing his parents almost daily didn’t help much either. They felt bad for you; it was like they could read you and what you were feeling. Deep down you knew his mother was familiar with your feelings for her son. And secretly, she always prayed that you’d end up together.

Day after day, you got used to his absence. You still loved him, you still missed him, but you learned to live with it, mostly after the pain started to fade.

You finished your degree, you got new friends, then you got a job you loved in your hometown and, right now, you have your life exactly where you wanted it to be: you’re an independent woman, you provide for yourself, you have great friends and family, and you have a job you love.

Honestly, there’s just one thing missing from your dream life and that’s a man who loves you as much as you love him; a man who wants to have a family with you; a man who wants you forever, through the ups and downs of life.

But apparently, that isn’t happening any time soon. You’ve had some dates, even dated a guy or two, but they were mostly morons who didn’t deserve a second of the time you wasted on them. And… they weren’t Baron. You hate yourself for making him the model of comparison, you really do.

Today it’s Saturday. A very regular one. You have a day off and, as usual, you use your morning to go on a walk downtown, stopping at the outside market to do some grocery shopping.

Just as you were picking some apples to buy, twirling them in your hand as you inspected each and every one, then putting them inside a plastic bag, someone bumped into you. It’s Baron’s mom.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She quickly apologizes, a soft smile crossing her lips.

“It’s okay, I’m good.” You smile back. She looked like she was about to speak, until suddenly, she’s interrupted by a voice… a voice you know all too well, a voice that almost makes your heart stop.

“Hey mom, what if we bought…” He trailed off, once he reached his mom and laid eyes on you.  

Actually, you’re sure that all blood left your face, considering Baron’s mom stood there looking at you as if you were about to faint. You can’t even face him, but you can feel his eyes on you. His mom sent you a hopeful look, but you end up averting your gaze from hers, moving it to the plastic bag you held.

“(y/n), hey…” He greets, awkwardly, unable to get his eyes off you. “How are you? You look good.” He smiles, trying to make small talk, but all he did was piss you off.

How dare he come here after 6 years and talk to you as if nothing happened? How dare he? You let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking your head in the process, and you don’t even bother to answer him.  

“I’ll see you around, Mrs. Corbin.” You say goodbye to his mom, faking a smile. You drop the bag with the apples on top of the other fruit, wanting to run away from there quickly, and then, you disappear through the crowd.

Not once did you look at him. You couldn’t afford the pain to do so. It hurt just to hear his voice… how much would it hurt to look into his eyes after all this time?

You could still feel his eyes following you until you finally got out of his sight. You felt like crying and all you wanted was get home, and curl in your couch, watching some stupid movie on the TV.

You got home and that’s exactly what you did. You took a nice shower and put on a pair of leggings and a huge sweatshirt. Then, you curled yourself on your couch and started zapping through the TV, finally settling for a crappy movie that was about 20 minutes through already.

But it didn’t matter, all you wanted was occupy your mind with something that wasn’t Baron related. You put a blanket over yourself and actually started paying attention to the movie.

It was 5 minutes away from ending when someone knocked on your door. You frowned because you weren’t expecting anyone, then you silently cursed yourself for thinking it could be Baron because it actually ruined your mood all over again.

Your door had a glass, see through, space at the bottom top, so as soon as you finally faced it, you saw the face you were running from… you found the warm brown eyes, the ones you were terrified of ever facing again, staring back at you.

You stood still, frozen in place, staring at him, unable to move. You could feel tears prickling your eyes, your heart thudding madly in your chest, your whole body trembling with nerves.

“(y/n), please open the door… We need to talk.” He pleads through the door, his gaze never leaving yours, until you finally snapped out of it, and averted your gaze, letting some tears fall.

“No, go away.” You mumble, your voice wavering.

“Please, just… hear me out.” He begs, sighing sadly. “Please, baby.”

You miss him so much, and you’re so conflicted. One side of you is screaming at you to not let him in, the other one is screaming at you to let him in. Mind or heart? Who’s wrong? Who’s right?

You just can’t stop yourself anymore. You head to the door and unlock it, turning your back at it as you head to your living room once again. You hear it open and close in just a few seconds, the sound of his footsteps echoing yours.

Suddenly, just as you were nearing your couch, and completely catching you by surprise, he snakes his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a couple of kisses on your neck and jaw.

First, you tensed at the sudden touch, but then… you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You missed him so fucking much, your body just deliberately molded itself against his, leaning into his touch.

You covered his hands with your tiny ones, and rested you head against his chest, giving your height difference. You stood there a couple of minutes, and the tears subsided quickly.

“I missed you so much, (y/n).” He whispers against your cheek, as he kisses it repeatedly.

“Why did you leave me then?” You question, feeling a lump forming in your throat. He sighs before releasing you. You sit down on the couch, waiting for his reply. He sighs once more before joining you on the couch.

“You wanna know the truth?” He smiles sadly, his gaze moving from his hands to your eyes. You nod affirmatively, urging him to continue. “I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“What? Why?” You ask, both annoyed and confused.

“You were my best friend, my biggest supporter. I knew you cared a whole lot about me… And I just… I couldn’t handle the thought of you giving up your dreams, your life, because you were too busy worrying about me.” He explains, softly, averting his gaze the whole time he spoke.

“You didn’t even bother on checking up on me, so… I feel like this is all crappy bullshit.” You spit, more venomously than what you intended.

He let out a small chuckle. “I did. My mom kept me updated about you… I knew when you graduated; I knew when you got your job. And believe me, it took all of me not to text you, not to call you, on any of those occasions.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, why would you-“

“Because I love you!” He shouts, cutting you off. You sit there, mouth-hanging open in shock. You just heard the words you’ve been dreaming about for years, and years. “I was scared because I’ve always loved you, and I couldn’t have you, I couldn’t do that to you.”  

“You spoke in the present…” You mumble, feeling your cheeks warm up.

“Yeah, I know… I never stopped loving you.” He confesses nervously, as he tries to read you before continuing. “I’m here now and I don’t know… I honestly don’t know how I managed to not hear your voice or see your beautiful face every day.”

“You could’ve told me, you know? Save us all the trouble. Because I’d tell you I love you too.” You finally admit, hooking your gaze with his.

“I know… That’s what I meant when I said I didn’t want to hold you back. I know you. You wouldn’t think twice about leaving it all behind to accompany me, and even though, I’d absolutely love to have you with me, I couldn’t do that to you. I was chasing my dreams, and you had the right to chase yours too. You’re such an intelligent, brave woman, you deserved way more than just being my girlfriend. And now, you accomplished all that and I am so proud of you.” He explains wholeheartedly, a small smile playing on his lips the whole time. “I always hoped we’d still found each other in the end… when our lives were stabilized… and here we are. I was willing to wait for you, still am.”

You honestly felt like crying. All this time, you hurt so badly thinking he had grown tired of you, found someone better, someone to replace you… And all this time, he had just been in the same place as you. He could only blame himself, that’s true. But he could’ve been selfish, and he wasn’t; he was so selfless and so thoughtful. He put you ahead of everything.

“God, I love you, Baron.” You sob quietly, feeling your heart burst with emotions, as you pull into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, baby. You know that.” He whispers softly against your hair, pressing random soft kisses there.

When you calmed down, yet again, you finally pull back, a comfortable silence settling in before he speaks up again.

“Remember when we were thirteen and you told me your dreams’ list?” He chuckles softly, and you shake your head lightly at the memory, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I do. Then you told me yours. Why?” You ask, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Because I know there’s still one dream left for you.” He smiles, watching what he just said settle in your features. “And it’s the same as mine.”

Your mind is racing at his words. His last dream revolved around the same idea of yours: find someone who’d cherish you and want you forever.

“I… You’re the one. I want you forever. I want to be the man, (y/n). Your man.” He exhales, relaxing instantly, as if a weight just got lifted off his shoulders.

“You’re my man, Baron. Always have been.”

Once those words left your lips, they were crushing against his in a heartbeat. He kissed you, oh, so softly, cradling your face in his huge hands. Soon the kiss grew more needy and steamy.

You move your body to straddle his, the same way you dreamt so many times. He runs his hands down your back towards your ass. You waited for the slap, but it never came. He’s being so gentle and careful.

“Bed-bedroom.” You mumble against his lips.

“You sure?” He pulls back slightly to face you. You bite your lip, and lean down to kiss him again in response.

He stands up holding you; you kept your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

“First door on the left.” You instruct him as you keep kissing each other. You bump a couple of times against the furniture in the hall, earning chuckles from the both of you.

Finally, you reach your bedroom. You wriggled out of his grasp before he could lie you down on the bed. He looks at you in confusion, and you can’t help but smirk at him. You hook your fingers on the bottom of his shirt, yanking it off him.

“Eager, are we?” He chuckles, amazed by your actions.

“Very.” You reply, smiling. “I love this, it’s beautiful.” You whisper, referring to his chest tattoo.

He doesn’t answer, but the smile on his face tells everything. He mirrors you, and takes your sweatshirt off, noticing right away that you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Always wondered what these looked like… Not disappointed.” He smirks, cupping and groping them gently. You push his shoulder back playfully.

Then, your hand flies to his belt, unbuckling it surprisingly quick, as he keeps on peppering your collarbones with sloppy kisses. You unbutton his jeans and pull them down, along with his underwear, and he steps out of it, tossing it to the side with his feet.

He’s finally fully naked in front of you, and you can’t help but admire the sight in front of you. He’s so tall… and thick… Man, is he thick.

“Like what you see?” He smirks proudly, holding his arms up in the air.

“You have no idea.” You murmur completely taken by the man in front of you.

Your hands fall to his hard cock, his eyes instantly shutting down at the sensation. You stroke him a couple of times, earning some groans off him.

“Baby, no teasing today, please.” He pleads softly, taking ahold of your hands. You fake pout, making him chuckle.

Once again, he mirrors you and takes down your leggings and panties, and you toss them away, not caring where it landed.

Finally, you’re skin against skin, feeling each other to the fullest. Every trace of skin, of scars, of ink… in full sight. You’re an open book. Inside and out. It’s so comfortable. And you’ve never felt this way.

He walked you back towards the bed as he kissed you for the millionth time since he got here. You sit down on the bed, and crawl up a bit, watching him do the same, but ending up hovering over you.

Baron kisses you one more time, before taking ahold of his cock in his hand and running it between your folds a few times, making you moan at the sudden pressure on your clit.

“Thought you said no teasing?” You sigh frustrated, earning a small chuckle from him.

Suddenly, he lines up his cock with your entrance and starts pushing in slowly. You toss your head back, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of fullness. Finally, he’s all the way inside of you. No one ever filled you as he does and it feels damn good.

He stopped moving for a couple of seconds, waiting for you to get used to him. You can’t find the words to speak, instead you move your hands to his ass and thrust your hips against his, signaling him to start moving.

Thankfully, he gets the hint, and starts thrusting into you, picking up a considerable pace. He keeps on kissing you randomly everywhere. One minute he’s kissing your lips, the other he’s kissing down your throat, the next one he’s sucking your nipples… God, your body is overloaded with the most amazing sensations ever.

You feel the familiar knot starting to build, as your walls start to clench slightly around him. He shudders at the feeling, clearly indicating that it put him over too, as his thrusts became erratic and sloppy after that.

His hand flies between your bodies, and, as soon as he starts rubbing your clit with your index finger, you’re done. You cum down with a cry, shuddering under him, your hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

He joins you after a couple more thrusts, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, as you tightened the grip around his shoulders. After a couple of minutes, he gets off you and rolls over, pulling you to his chest. You sigh in contentment, wrapping an arm around his waist.

A comfortable silence filled the room, as you both laid there, smiles plastered on your faces.

“When did you get it?” You question, lazily tracing his chest tattoo once more.

“A couple of months after I left…” He smiles, grazing his finger down your bare back.

“What does it mean?” You ask one more question, genuinely curious and amazed by it.

“Uh… That’s my heart… And that’s, uh, my mom and… you.” He explains, pointing to the heart in the center, and then to the birds on each side of the heart.

“Your mom and… me?” You ask shocked, moving your gaze from his chest to his eyes. They held nothing but love, and respect.

“Yeah… the only women who have my heart forever.”

[assbuttyourlife]

When We Were Young - Chapter Twenty one

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Language, Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Long fic. Angst, fluff, Smut. Mention of suicide.

Words : 7393

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever.

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CHAPTER 21 - TRUTH

Whatcom Falls Park was truly a wonderful place.

They could see the huge stone bridge above the main fall from the parking area, and Lily was already stunned.

“Doesn't it remind you of Brook Park?” Misha asked proudly.

“A bigger version, yes. Is that why you brought me here?”

Misha lolled his head “It crossed my mind. Let's go.”

Vicki interrupted “How about I go by the bridge with the kids and you go by the creek with Lily and we meet at the large meadow?”

It made Misha frown, sensing something was up.

“Noooo I wanna stay with Daddy and Lily!” West protested.

“Daddy hasn't seen Lily in a long time, baby, they need to talk alone. We'll meet them later, promise.” Vicki looked at Misha and nodded.

Lily felt bad to leave them like that, she really liked West but she also really needed to talk with Misha who had no clue what was going on and had a very suspicious look on his face. She walked next to his son and crouched down.

“How about we do that and I'll take you to the theater later so we can have our first piano lesson?”

“YAY!” he jumped.

“Alright let's roll West!” Vicki called. “See ya at the meadow” she winked at Lily who smiled back shyly.

“What was that? Are you two plotting against me or something? I'm kinda scared, Vicki plotting is never good, but if she does it with you I'm definitely dead.” Misha raised an eyebrow.

Lily chuckled.

“How brave you are! I just need to talk to you in private. Let's walk.” she pressed starting to walk towards the trail.

“Great, now I'm terrified.” He laughed following her, but he kinda was for real.

They walked along the trail for a while, talking about Lily's year in Austria, or what she did when she got back in Seattle, they talked a bit about Misha's work too because Lily was always curious to learn about it since she didn't know that much. She had found Misha back two years ago and she still hadn't caught up on Supernatural. That was a LONG show.

“How about we sit on that bench and you tell me what's going on?” Misha asked hopeful. It was getting on his nerves now, and the fact that his wife knew about it was even scarier.

“Misha, it's along the path where everybody pass by, I need somewhere we won't be interrupted. Come on.”

She walked a little faster, eager to be over with this. She knew what would his reaction be (or at least she thought she did), but she was still terrified about the future.

“Really? Is it so bad? Hey wait for me!” he almost ran to catch up with her.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the creek gorge in the middle of the forest.

“Oh my god it's gorgeous! That's something we don't have in Brooke Park!” Lily said and took her phone out to take some pictures.

“Follow me, paparazzi.” Misha joked and took her hand, leading her to a tiny meadow behind the creek, surrounded by huge trees. He thought she had stalled for too long already.

“You know, technically… if I’m alone you’re supposed to call me paparazzo becau-” she started to explain teasingly but Misha didn’t want to hear her babbling anymore so he interrupted her.

“Is that private enough for you? Will you finally tell me what's going on and end my misery?”

She could feel his nervousness and felt a little bad so she decided it was time to be brave.

“Okay.” She sat on a flat stone and Misha crouched down in the grass facing her.

“You did meet someone in Austria, didn't you?” Misha ventured, hoping it would hurt less if he stated it first.

She scoffed. “Will you stop with that bullshit? I did not! I just... I actually had an interesting (and very awkward) conversation with Vicki this morning while you were at the grocery store.”

She stopped talking to take a deep breath. It was something to think about how she felt about him, but actually talk to him face to face was nerve wracking.

“Okay, for a start it doesn’t sound that bad... What did you two talk about?” Misha sounded relieved already.

“About you. Well... us.”

Misha cleared his throat, he knew Vicki's position about this so he could tell the conversation must've been a little tough for Lily, especially when she couldn’t understand everything his marriage with Vicki involved. One word caught his attention though.

“Us?”

She nervously put a red lock behind her ear. “Yes. She umm... she... she wanted to know if I was okay spending the whole weekend with her around since, you know, we have a past.”

“But you are okay with it, ain't ya?”

“Yeah, sure, it's fine, I told her that.”

He squinted and scratched his head. “Alright I'm a bit lost. Is that it? You both are okay with it so I don't see the problem here. She wasn't mad, was she? It would be very surprising...”

Lily swiped her moist palms on her jeans.

“She was a little... because she thought I was lying.”

Misha frowned. “Were you?”

She swallowed and looked in his blue eyes. “Yes...?”

That's when she saw the sparkle of hope appearing in Misha's intense gaze.

“Lily, what are you saying exactly?”

Alright, Lily, spit it!

“She very vividly made me realize that I do hate the idea of you being with another woman and... well... she wanted me to tell you what I really want to do about it because she can't stand me hurting you any more. And I think she's right, you don't deserve this, I was a total ass with you, Misha… I’m sorry.”

A shaky breath escaped Misha's mouth when he took Lily's small hand in his.

“Do you at least know what you truly want?”

He started to think she was going to leave him behind again because she was scared and he wasn't quite ready to hear that.

“I’m… not exactly sure yet but… I know what I don’t want for sure, and it scares me.”

Time slowed at that moment. Neither of them could speak further. Lily needed to tell him the truth, but once it would be done, everything would change and she didn't know if she could deal with it.

She took another deep breath and closed her eyes.

“I don’t want to be away from you anymore… and I don’t want to see you with any other woman, Misha. As much as I tried to convince myself that it was normal and that we both needed to move on, I just can't. What we've been through is too big to move on. I mean… Vicki is truly an amazing woman but… I hate the idea of her in your bed, I hate the image of you touching her and making love to her. It makes me sick, I can’t help it. I hate myself for being so selfish, but she told me she was okay with whatever I would say to you as long as I was honest so... here we are. This is the honest truth.”

Misha was still frowning and looking at her like he didn’t understand everything.

“So… are you saying this to me because you want me to end my relationship with Vicki and take her place?”

Hearing Misha asking this question so plainly made her guilt resurface, but the truth was deep down, in a corner of her heart she didn’t want to scratch too much, she wouldn’t mind if they’d break up.

“I have no right to ask this from you, and this is where it scares me. I don’t know if I could live with myself knowing I am the reason you’d split with the mother of your children. I’m afraid my guilt would take over my feelings for you, and if that happens, I would’ve broken your wonderful family for nothing and frankly I’d rather die.”

He huffed and looked down, her hand still in his and he squeezed a little, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.

“Dear God please don’t die a second time, the first one was hard enough for me.” He joked to lighten the mood a little bit, but it didn’t work very well.

“Lily… Back in Northfield you looked at me in the eyes without blinking and told me you didn’t love me anymore…”

Oh right… she did that. Congratulations Lily you’re officially a monster!

She couldn’t look at him anymore so she looked down at their intertwined fingers.

“You know very well it wasn’t true. You provoked me and I needed something strong enough to keep you away from me and near your family.”

Misha closed his eyes and sighed once more.

“I’m sorry Misha… I really thought you wanted me back only because we were there among our memories and you would regret everything that happened during that trip. My intention was never to hurt you. You know I would never try to hurt you intentionally, right?”

He nodded weakly and sank his gaze in hers again.

“I don’t regret any second of that trip, Lily. And today, almost two years later, I still can look at you and tell you the same things I said back there.”

He shook his head and huffed but never let go of her hands.

“Lily, we will turn forty this year, we’re not kids anymore… you can’t keep running away denying your feelings.”

“That’s why I’m here having this conversation with you... and despite our past It’s terrifying…”

“Don’t you trust me anymore? When you were sixteen you would’ve said 'fuck everything' and come with me wherever I would’ve gone without any question about the consequences. Can’t you do that anymore?”

“The consequences didn’t include kids when I was sixteen. You can’t compare.”

“Do you seriously think I would ever take a decision that could hurt my children or any member of my family? I would never do that. I told you a million times I know what I’m doing. You just lost your trust in me and in yourself along the way.”

Tears were forming in her eyes because it hurt to hear him say the truth but she tried to hold them back.

“How do I get it back? How do I take the right decision?” she asked weakly.

“You stop listening to your brain and you listen to your heart.” He replied immediately, full of confidence.

Misha knelt to be at eye level with her. He raised his hand to her face to wipe the single tear falling down her cheek and cupped her face afterward. Her immediate reaction was to lean in his warm hand, closing her eyes.

“I’m going to say it one more time: I love you, Lily, and that will never change. I am devastatingly in love with you, Lily Hagen, and I hope you don’t doubt that a second.”

He paused a few seconds to put a lock of red hair behind her ear.

“I want you by my side permanently, I want you to be mine and of course I’m aware it will have consequences, but I don't care because I know it will be okay. I would love to make you feel the same way. I know I can. Are you willing to trust me and let me try? Listen to your heart, Lily… what does it say? Do you want that?”

She bit her lower lip to stop the tears from falling but failed miserably. She couldn’t pretend she didn’t want it anymore, it was time to face her deepest fear.

“Yes I want that.” she shakily whispered through a sob.

Misha smiled fondly. Finally she admitted it!

He took her face in both hands, brushed his thumbs on her cheeks to dry her tears and leaned forward to kiss her slowly. She didn't resist, she let herself melt in his breath, and it felt so good that she had to shut her eyes tight.

Misha broke the kiss and looked at her tenderly.

“I really thought you would never admit it.”

She weakly laughed and put her hands above his on her neck.

“So what’s happening now?”

He could hear the fear in her voice.

“I'll tell you what we are going to do now. We're going to go to the meadow and meet Vicki and the kids, you take West to his piano lesson, and while you do that, I talk to Vicki. Then we'll spend the evening together, just you and me. How does it sound?”

“Not that scary... except maybe for the piano lesson if West is like you...” she declared with a smirk.

Misha laughed and stoop up, pulling at her hand. “You’ll find out soon enough, I won't spoil the surprise.”

She didn’t move and pulled her hand back.

“What about West and Maison?”

Misha frowned “What about them?”

“How are you going to explain that situation to your kids?” she pressed.

“Well that’s my problem. We’ll go slow and they’ll probably adjust little by little. If West asks questions I’ll be honest, Maison is too young to understand yet. Don’t worry about that.”

She nodded and stood up before wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her forehead on his chest. He hugged her back and tilted his head down a little bit to put his chin on her head.

“Listen… I don’t care how hard being together will be, Lily, nothing is worse than being apart.”

She looked up without breaking their embrace. She couldn't break it or she would probably fall, her legs felt like jelly after he said that to her. She had to agree with him on that point: being away from him was torture.

He leaned down and kissed her again, this time with more passion.

Lily reluctantly broke it a few seconds later.

“Shouldn't we go, now?”

“Probably yeah…”

But he took her face in his hands and kissed her again.

“Misha…” she managed to say when he pulled away to breathe.

“Alright, alright, let’s go then, if we really have to.” He whined.

***

When they arrived at the large meadow, Vicki was sitting on a bench feeding Maison and West was playing with his kite near the lake. He forgot about it the second he saw his dad walking towards them. He ran to him and Misha took him in his arms before joining Vicki and Maison, followed by Lily.

“Did you two have a good talk?” Vicki asked curious.

“Very.” Misha simply answered, and a single look between them was enough for Vicki to understand.

Lily started to feel bad and very uncomfortable, but with a nod and a sincere smile, Vicki reassured her, and she was very grateful for that. She would never understand how that woman could be so wonderful, and she had trouble thinking Misha wanted to be with her more than he wanted to be with a very smart and mature woman like Vicki.

“Piaaaanooooo!” West screamed, jumping everywhere.

“Hey! Manners!” Misha grounded and the boy calmed down instantly.

Vicki stood up and put Maison back in the stroller.

“Alright everybody, let’s go!”

And with that, they all walked back to the car, talking about everything like nothing happened.

***

“No, West, you can’t play Beethoven right away it’s too complicated for you. You have to practice this one first.”

Lily still had access to music theatres thanks to Ludo who let her use her card even if she had no permanent contract with the Seattle orchestra anymore. After all, people at the front desk weren’t supposed to know and ask questions about it.

That’s why she managed to easily enter Bellingham theatre to practice a little with West who was dying to play like a piano prodigy already.

“But Daddy said this was the first song you taught him!” he whined.

“He was twelve, you’re five!”

But yeah… Misha was as eager and impatient as his son right now.

Lily sighed “Twinkle Twinkle is a great song, you know it by heart and it’s very easy to play, you’ll see.”

When he finally stopped complaining, she tried to actually make him play at least a few notes. That would be a victory.

“Okay, put both your thumbs here, on the white key.”

He did so and pressed the key so hard with both of his thumbs at the same time that the note resonated in the huge hall.

“Without pressing on it yet!” she sighed again.

This will be a long long lesson…

***

It was almost 9pm when Lily brought West back home. Truth was, she was so focused with the piano lesson that she didn’t check the time. She wanted West to be proud of himself and be able to show his parents how he could already play something after only one lesson, and he loved it so much that he could already play Twinkle Twinkle if he could stay focused for the whole piece, which was hard.

When she eventually looked at her phone, it was 8pm and they both were very hungry, so she took West out to eat burgers downtown before going back home.

Apparently, neither Misha nor Vicki was worried about Lily keeping their son for so long, because there was no message or missed calls on her phone.

West ran passed her when she pushed their front door, and she heard him scream with content when he found his parents in the living room watching some TV.

“I can play Twinkle Twinkle! I wanna show you, I wanna show you, I wanna show you!”

Lily stepped in the living room and saw him jumping on the couch, Misha trying to keep him down because Maison was asleep on her mother’s laps.

Of course it didn’t work and Maison woke up in a terrible cry so Vicki had to stand up and try to calm her down too.

“I thought after a day at the park and an intense piano lesson he would be tired… But I’m the one who’s exhausted.” Lily laughed, but it was true: today had been full on emotions for her and she couldn’t wait till she could collapse on her bed.

“I’m not surprised.” Vicki replied cheerfully while she rocked Maison back to sleep.

Misha stood up and took West by his hand. “I’ll help you with the kids.”

Vicki nodded and said goodnight to Lily before disappearing outside with Maison still in her arms.

“Where is she going?” Lily asked surprised, stopping him in his track.

Misha took West in his arms and walked to the front door.

“They’re going to spend the rest of the weekend with Rachel at her place.”

“YAY I’ll play with the dogs!!” West screamed, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Who’s Rachel?”

“We’ll talk about that later. Ready Westy? Let's go to the car.”

Lily couldn’t help feeling guilty… again. Was Vicki leaving because of her? Did she just have an argument with Misha regarding their conversation in the park earlier? Was she the reason why Misha would spend the rest of the weekend away from his kids after not seeing them for a week because he worked in Vancouver?

She had a thousand questions and a million thoughts, and none of them were positive. Every single thought was hurting her and she had to go out on the patio to breathe some fresh air. She sat on the swing and took deep breaths while rocking back and forth to calm herself down, until Misha came back and sat next to her, seeing something wasn’t right.

“Lily? Are you okay?” he asked softly, gently pressing his hand on her knee. Lily sat back on the swing and frowned at Misha.

“Why are they leaving?”

“Because we need some time alone. Vicki wanted to give us some space and I have to say I didn’t mind. What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t seen your kids for a whole week and now they’re leaving because of me!”

Misha seemed to understand what was bothering her.

“Nobody’s leaving because of you. I’ve spent the whole day with them, I’ll see them tomorrow. You’re not kicking anyone out, if that’s the problem.”

“Who’s Rachel?”

Misha smiled and looked down before leaning back crossing his arms. It was normal for her to ask so many questions, so he stayed patient and answered because it had to be done.

“Rachel is a very close friend. Vicki fell in love with hers years ago.” He replied defiantly.

Lily opened her mouth to reply something but as nothing came out, she shut it and frowned, staring ahead of her.

Misha started to be very amused about her reaction.

“She wanted to have some good time tonight, and as she knew it wouldn’t happen with me, she decided she would bang her girlfriend instead.” He insisted almost impudently. “Plus she needs to explain our situation to her too now.”

Lily turned to look at Misha, her eyes questioning him. She didn’t see why Vicki had to explain what was happening between Misha and her, but she still was speechless.

Misha cleared his throat and turned on his seat, folding a leg beneath him.

“Rachel was a part of our relationship. She has to know I won’t be here for her anymore, and Vicki is the best person to tell her. It will be fine.”

Oh… right… the other woman. He told Lily about her when they were in Northfield, and she had trouble believing him.

“So… If I understand this right, you were sleeping with both of them and they were okay with it…”

Misha couldn’t help but laughed.

“Yes.”

“Separately or… at the same time?”

He burst out laughing. She was clueless but curious about this relationship and he found her reaction actually cute.

“Usually both at the same time. One of our rules being we can have sex with other people but we have to be both participating. But since they are very much in love with each other, they do that a lot when I’m away, and it happened I had sex only with Rachel too.”

Lily sighed and bent over, putting her elbows on her knees and rubbing her face in her hands.

“That’s crazy. I can’t believe this is you talking.” She admitted.

Misha extended his arm to rub her back and take her long hair out of her face.

“This was the incomplete broken version of me indeed, but you don’t have to worry about it, as long as you’re with me I’ll be complete again. I hope you believe that.”

She turned her head to look back at him.

“How do I know you won’t need another person to join us when you’ll start to be bored? How do I know I’ll be enough for you? I can’t do that… I would never allow a third person to… to… do that with us. Misha… If one day I realize you’re cheating in any way… even if it’s with Vicki, I couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry but I’m not as strong, open-minded and confident as she is. I need you to understand that before we go any further.”

Misha chuckled. “Do you at least know how long it’s been since I’ve touched my wife?”

NO AND I DON’T WANT TO KNOW! Her whole body screamed.

“Misha, you slept in the same bed just yesterday, I’m not completely naive you know.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh you are… because it’s been months, and every time I did, I felt guilty as hell because that awful feeling I was cheating on you reappeared as soon as you ran into me at the airport two years ago. And don’t try to make me believe you’re innocent Miss Hagen, because I talked to Katie today, and I was very surprised to know Peter had been around you a little too much since you came back from Austria…”

Lily froze.

She couldn’t believe Misha was talking to Katie behind her back, and she couldn’t believe Katie told him about Peter!

He indeed helped her moving her stuff back to her old apartment, and then he helped her finding her new job, and one thing leading to another, they indeed spent a few nights together, but it didn’t count, right?

“I… It doesn’t… we didn’t…” she tried to explain everything to him but couldn’t find her words.

Misha pulled on her shoulder so she would lean in her seat and look at him closely. He looked very determined and his eyes were piercing through hers.

“I need to know you don’t want anything from him anymore, Lily. If you can’t share, I can’t either.”

Lily could feel she was furiously blushing right now. She felt like a kid surprised with a hand in the candy jar.

But it was fair, she had no right to ask him to be faithful and exclusive if she wasn’t either.

“I don’t even care about him anymore. He just… he was there and you were not.”

“Good. We’re clear then.” Misha nodded and gave her his most beautiful half smile.

God that damn smile!

“Yeah… We’re clear.” She confirmed and leaned forward to leave a quick peck on his lips.

That triggered Misha who stopped her when she tried to pull back. He gently grabbed her wrist and pulled, getting closer to her on the swing. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again, slower this time, licking her lower lip. She opened her mouth and their tongues met, tasting every cell of their mouth and breathing harder and harder.

Misha gently pushed on her shoulders so she would lay back on the swing and he crushed her under his warm and muscular body, kissing every inch of her neck.

She instinctively spread her legs to allow his body to fully cover hers and she melted in his warmth, faintly moaning when he licked the sensitive spot under her ear.

It felt divine to be in his strong arms again.

When he sucked at that same spot and slid one of his hands under her shirt, Lily cried out and her hips helplessly raised to rub his crotch, which made Misha even wilder and when he moved to reach the waistband of her jeans, the swing rocked a little too hard and they both landed on the grass with a shriek.

Misha put his forearms on each side of Lily’s head, supporting his weight to not crush her completely. When he looked at her, ready to ask if she was okay, Lily started to giggle hysterically under him and couldn’t stop, bringing Misha to do the same.

“That’s not the first time it happens to us!” she managed to say between chuckles, holding her stomach and trying to catch her breath at the same time.

She was referring to the numerous times they started to make out on the willow tree’s branch and fell into the pond when it started to get hot.

“Well at least we’re not wet this time.” Misha replied out of breath.

“Speak for yourself…” she suddenly said very low, her eyes piercing through him.

The sensual tone in her voice and the fact that she was still lying under him made Misha still, his giggles forgotten.

“Should we go on upstairs?” he asked, looking at her hungrily.

Lily raised a hand to grab the collar of his shirt and pull it, forcing him to lean down. She opened her mouth and kissed him, biting on his upper lip every time she had the occasion. She loved that pulpy lip of his so much!

When she started wriggling under him again and Misha felt his pants were getting way too tight, he broke the kiss and stood up.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He grabbed her by the wrist to pull her back up and almost ran into the house, Lily silently following him biting her lower lip. They made their way upstairs and when Misha arrived in front of his bedroom, he pinned her against the door and reached for her neck. He left wet kisses along her jaw line before reaching for the door knob, but when she felt it opening behind her, Lily pressed a firm hand against Misha’s chest, forcing him to stand back with a questioning look.

“Not here.”

He immediately understood she didn’t want to do it in the room he shared with Vicki, so he stepped backward still facing her, his eyes never leaving hers, only to open the door behind him, which was the spare room she was staying in for the weekend.

He didn’t ask anything, he just waited for her to say or do something.

She stepped forward and took both of his hands in hers, interlacing her fingers with his, and she walked further, never leaving his hungry gaze, forcing him to step backward inside of her room. She didn’t stop until the back of Misha’s legs knocked her bed and he fell sitting on it.

She let go of his hands to straddle him and cup his face, soon tasting his lips again.

She swayed her hips to rub her crotch against the now very obvious bulge in his pants, which made her moan in his mouth. She reached for his belt and opened it, but when she tried to unzip Misha’s jeans, he grabbed her waist and lifted her to lay her down on the bed.

Misha laid on top of her, stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her again, first on her lips, then along her jaw line, and soon licking his way down her chest. He slid both hands under her shirt and lifted it above her head before leaning down to kiss her lower stomach. Lily’s head fell back and she raised her hips, needing to feel him where she needed it the most.

He understood what she wanted right away and lost no time unzipping her jeans and pulling them down completely. He knelt between her legs, just looking at her body lying on the bed. He placed both hands at her ankles and started slowly caressing his way up her legs. When he reached her thighs, he leaned down and placed an open kiss inside the right one, sucking her flesh inside his mouth, and once again she couldn’t resist raising her hips, this time with a moan.

He continued his way tracing his fingers along her stomach and cupped both her clothed breasts when he reached them. Lily unclasped her bra and reached for the hem of his shirt, silently asking him to take it off, which he did.

She stayed a few seconds hungrily staring at his muscular chest, biting her lower lip. Misha smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, and when their warm chest touched each other, they both moaned at the same time. Lily wrapped her arms around him and hugged tight, caressing his back in the process.

It was Misha’s turn to grind his hips against her clothed pussy, which made Lily even more desperate to feel him so she reached for his waistband one more time. This time he didn’t stop her, he even helped freeing himself from his pants. Lily placed a hand behind his neck and pulled towards her so he leaned down and they both moaned when their bodies connected again.

Misha could already feel her wetness though her black laced panties and couldn’t hold it anymore. He quickly reached for her underwear and almost ripped it while he eagerly pulled it down her legs. He didn’t lose any time, knelt back and did the same with his own, freeing his hard cock.

Lily couldn’t help but hummed and licked her lips at the view. Misha was kneeling between her legs, completely naked, his glorious cock ready and his eyes burning on her.

“You aged well Mister Krushnic, do you know that?”

Misha smiled and leaned forward, covering her body with his, supporting his weight with his forearms, and looked directly in her eyes, his face only inches away from hers. Lily could feel his cock on her stomach and she wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of her right now.

“Are you saying you didn’t like my skeletal young body?”

That killed the heat of the moment, Lily tried to suppress the image from her head, she tried to hold her giggles, but she finally burst out laughing under him, remembering his younger features. If Misha had to guess, he would’ve said it was a hint of nostalgia he saw in her eyes at that moment.

“You know I loved it.” She replied still laughing, her body convulsing against Misha’s cock.

He leaned his head down and bit once on her lower lip before burying his face on the crook of her neck, not losing a bit of his hunger for her.

“Stop laughing like that, Lily, you’ll make me come.” He growled in her ear and with that, Lily stilled and caressed the back of his head, turning her face to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her hips again and again, rubbing her clit against Misha’s cock until he hummed and rose himself back enough for her to look at him in the eyes.

“Please…” she begged.

If Misha had one weakness, it was hearing her begging for him. He reached down between their bodies, grabbed his cock and pumped a few times before placing it right at her entrance. When he looked up at her and saw the lustful look in her eyes and her teeth biting hard on her lower lip, he knew he didn’t have to ask for her permission and he gently pushed forward to enter her.

Her head flew back instantly with a load moan. She had missed him so much!

She ground her hips one more time and Misha did the same, thrusting back and forth inside of her in a torturous slow pace. He still had his forearms on each side of her head, and he wasn’t leaving her gaze even a second.

“I love you.” he whispered and leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss was long and passionate, Misha still slowly moving inside of her, Lily had her arms still tightly wrapped around his waist, her fingers digging into his back.

When he broke the kiss to look at her again, her eyes were glassy, but he knew it wasn’t because he was hurting her.

“I love you too.” She replied staring at him, and she could see the emotion growing in his eyes until a tear fell from his eyes to her cheek.

He was dying to hear her say it to him again, and finally she said it back. It took twenty six years, but finally he heard it again, and no matter how hard he would try, he could never hide his emotion right now. He buried his head in her neck once again, afraid she would think something was wrong when she’d see his tears.

She smiled and tightened the grip on him.

“Please Misha… I need you now.” She pleaded, moving her hips faster against him.

Misha stopped and got out of her to kneel back on the bed, earning an obscene whine from Lily.

“Whyyyy?” she cried out desperately.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled to make her straddle his lap. As soon as she was positioned, she grabbed his cock and plunged to have him inside of her again.

“Take what you need.” He stared at her and she almost growled, losing no time to move up and down his length, slowly first but soon she wanted more and started bouncing fast around him.

Misha moaned and closed his eyes, trying to keep it as long as he could, but he knew with her hungry pace he would not be able to hold it for long.

Lily was still bouncing up and down around his rock hard cock, moaning at every thrust, her fingers firmly gripping Misha’s hair. She arched her back and leaned her head down, allowing Misha to reach for her breast and suck hard at her nipple.

He pulled her chest tight against his and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes sinking into his dark gaze. She could almost see him pleading for her not to stop. The fire in her eyes and her frantic pace drove him mad.

“Yes, Lily…” he hissed and moaned “come with me please…” he begged her.

Lily whined his name out and her whole body convulsed when he reached between their bodies to rub his thumb on her clit. He probably did that because he needed her to come now, but hearing him begging was enough to make her fall into bliss.

She came around his pulsing cock, moaning and screaming his name while gripping his hair so hard she could’ve sworn she torn a few hairs off his head.

Misha thrust up a few more times before releasing his seed inside of her, grunting and moaning all he could, his hands firmly gripping her hips.

After staying on his lap a few more minutes to catch her breath, Lily let herself fall on her back in a final sigh to lie on the bed. Misha didn’t move right away, still kneeling on the bed and observing her closing her eyes and wiping sweat from her face. He smiled when he realized she looked exhausted.

He lied down next to her after a little while and gently kissed her forehead. Her silence was just worrying him a little.

“Say something…” he whispered.

Lily just looked at him with awe but couldn’t speak. Her body and her soul were not functioning anymore. She raised a hand to gently caress his scruff and she smiled fondly at him before moving away to wrap herself in the bed sheets as she was starting to feel cold.

Misha joined her and as she laid on her side, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his body against her back, burying his face in the back of her neck.

“Tell me you don’t regret this, Lily…”

It was hard for him to know if she was okay. She looked satisfied but was so quiet it was disturbing.

Lily took a few seconds to think about it and turned her head to look at him.

“I don’t.” she reassured him and was happy to see a bright smile enlightening his face.

It was even surprising her, she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt this time, and being with Misha felt so right and so natural to her.

He moved away just a little and his eyes fell on her back, studying her scar. He traced it with his fingers, all along from the curve of her hip to her left shoulder where he left sweet kisses, resting with his mouth on it afterward.

“What are you doing?” Lily asked embarrassed. She hated that ugly scar and often felt like a freak, but sometimes she could forget about it, especially after her previous mind-blowing activity with Misha.

Misha’s fingers were still trailing on her back, feeling the healed asperities of her melted skin. She couldn’t see him, but he was lost in his thoughts, trying to picture what had happened after he passed out that night, and all he could think about was how weak and useless he had been. Her scar was just the proof of his failing and he probably would never stop blaming himself for seeing this mark on her back instead of his.

“Misha?” Lily asked concerned and turned her head to look at him again. She expected to see disgust on his face, but all she saw was a frowning Misha, his eyes glued on her scar but his gaze seemed empty, with a pained expression all over his face.

When he heard her saying his name, he got out of his thoughts and looked at her with glassy eyes.

“Did you feel any pain?” he whispered shamefully.

“What?” she wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, of course she felt the agonizing pain even months after it happened, and she had dozens of surgeries to make her back look better afterward, you don’t get burnt like that and heal like it’s no big deal.

“I mean… the moment it happened, when I was unconscious and uselessly lying next to you... were you in pain?”

Her face fell when she realized what he was asking, and especially why he was asking it. She raised her hand to cup his cheek and rubbed her thumb along his jaw line.

“No. I just felt the pressure of something crushing me down on you but I passed out right after that too.”

She said it hoping it would make him feel better, but seeing him closing his eyes and feeling his jaw bones clenching beneath her hand, she knew it didn’t work at all.

“Misha… please don’t blame yourself for this. It wasn’t your fault. I’m okay now. We are okay.”

“I’ll never be okay with the fact you needed me and I did nothing.”

“What could you do? We were trapped like rats!” she raised her voice a little, because it always hurt when she remembered it, plus she was slightly annoyed he would still punish himself for that.

“You did something, you protected me.”

She almost laughed at his words, but she tried to suppress her giggles to not hurt him even more.

“Oh right, yeah… I very bravely cuddled on top of you because I was scared to death and I put a damn flammable blanket on my back… very smart move, what a hero I am!”

Misha was not amused by her sarcastic tone.

“It was enough to keep me from burning and choking completely…” he pointed out.

Lily closed her eyes trying to stop the images from coming back in her head. She didn’t know why Misha was talking about that now, right after having sex.

“You never really told me in detail what happened when you woke up the next day…” Misha insisted.

Was that blame she could hear in his voice? Was he saying she could maybe have done something about their two decades separation?

She was too tired to fight now. She just sighed.

“What do you want to know exactly?” she ventured, not sure where this conversation would lead.

Misha looked at her and bit his lip.

“Everything… I want to know everything. And now seems like a good time.”

Lily raised her eyebrows. She couldn’t believe he was doing that to her now, just because he saw her fucking scar and thought about it again.

But as she had nothing to hide to him, she decided she would give him what he wanted. He probably needed it to finally be at peace with himself.

She turned to face him and raised a little, supporting her with her forearm on the bed.

She took a deep breath and tried to remember every single detail she could.

She rarely talked about it before, not like that, not even to Dr Dorville, not even to Katie, but if someone had to hear this in details, it was Misha…

[geek-gem]

Some random Sonic movie sequel stuff

So this is something I wanted to make. Yet I guess for almost an hour or I forgot. I remember my last reblog and that net neutrality is important. Yet I was thinking of reblogging this post about it again after I make this.

This is just random and about that Reddit leak about what the 2019 movies story will be about. I remember talking to myself about it playing Sonic Forces talking about and spoilers basically imagine the sequel well a comment I thought said Metal Sonic and Shadow in the sequel g. But it was about Knuckles and Metal Sonic...or Shadow....just.....

Basically spoilers the leak mentions a post credits scene revealing Metal Sonic which did make me smile. Including today was thinking okay if they are gonna take liberties with the movie which is alright.

I seriously thought of this....just...Shadow's in the movie too but he's important.

Yet was thinking of just....I'll make the joke now.

Sonic: we saved the world from Perfect Chaos and Dr. Eggman and we're heroes.

Dr. Eggman: well guess what surprise surprise, I made a robotic version of you with it's only purpose in life to kill you.

Sonic: oh crap.

Dr. Eggman: not also that I even found out some secrets about a project from my grandfather Gerald Robotnik, stuff about Project Shadow and the Space Colony Ark. His name is Shadow and he's gonna kick your ass too.

Sonic: oh double crap.

Shadow: screw you all, my sister my family Maria died for no reason at all. The world needs to know my suffering of what it feels like to lose family after everything I've been through. Including she was just a kid with a disease called NIDS that couldn't be cured.

Sonic: oh triple crap and that's sad bro. Yet would your sister really approve of that and you becoming the monster you so desperately hate and want to destroy.

Metal Sonic: screw everything, my father doesn't love me, I can't do what I've been programmed to do. I HATE EVERYTHING AND IM GONNA DESTROY EVERYTHING IN HOPES OF KILLING SONIC FINALLY AND MAKE MY OWN DESTINY!

Sonic:....uhhhh a lot of crap.

Knuckles: you guys stole my Master Emerald.

Dr. Eggman: yet Sonic is the villain.

Knuckles: screw that I was forgotten in this joke and the guy writing realized he forgotten about me. Yet that's maybe the story maybe for me to go with me being introduced. Yet even though you have a robotic evil Sonic that should and would make me question you of how evil it looks compared to Sonic.

Metal Sonic: I HATE EVERYTHING SONIC MUST DIE ALL LIVING THINGS KNEEL BEFORE YOUR MASTER! *turns into Metal Madness and to Metal Overlord*

Sonic: oh shit that's a lot of crap we have to deal with. *Him and Shadow turn super*

Shadow: where's the Biolizard right now screw that. In Sonic Adventure 2 I realized I'm a big asshole and becoming the monster I want to destroy so I'm gonna scarifice myself to save everyone. Also the guy writing this almost put me turning super but decided to put it under Sonic's line before me.

Sonic: oh wait Shadow don't do that. I'm gonna scarifice myself instead.

*record sound stops*

Shadow: wait what the hell why. *Shadow looking confused and putting his hands like why or whatever this confused what the fuck face*

Sonic: because so instead of you in a way dying and possibly well will come back. I'm gonna scarifice myself or basically try to destroy or basically some how kill Metal Sonic to show everyone that I'm a true hero. Along with the idea the world is doubting me, their blaming me for Eggman, the battles we've fought that have caused destruction. Including blaming my existence of Metal Sonic even existing. Including me at a point I'm starting to lose myself, some times angry and acting different. Along with believing does the world really need me. But it ends with me realizing I need to do that right thing even if it costs me life. To show I don't care about that but I care more about people.

Shadow:......umm wow.

Sonic: including when the guy was writing my last paragraph before you just talked. He remembered about putting Tikal in here to make sure Chaos from the last movie still had that sort of back story. Including thought I talk to her at times she appears at times and it's weird man still thinking.

Shadow: okay but seriously your gonna die in the sequel the 2nd movie!

Sonic: kind of yet I'm gonna disappear mainly and it's gonna look like I died. But actually I guess the idea some what in the process is me using Chaos Control on Metal Sonic to send him some where else. Yet in a way he some what stabs me and you get a visual reference of you falling down like in SA2 but instead you basically see what is happening to me. While it's close to the ground still in the sky, everyone hears my death scream it's so loud that the whole city hears it's maybe Station Square need to think or Metropolis or some shit. Also probably Blaze in the Sol Dimension and maybe Classic Sonic from his dimension.

Shadow:....you can't be serious.

Sonic: no I'm serious bro or 50 plus years old bro lol don't worry I'll probably be in a different place maybe Blaze's dimension or some shit but the Classic dimension I don't know a Sonic Mania movie seems better first before the third film. Anyway see you in the next film! *Flies off waving his right hand and just smiles as he says that last line. After that Shadow just watches in confusion with no facial expression but just like what even as a very bright yellow light shines like an explosion and Sonic's and Metal's screams are heard and everyone hears too and like Shadow too maybe*

Metal Sonic: oh I am dead or just very damaged just I'm down. *Falls on the front side of his body all damaged and some pieces fall apart too. But in Neo Metal Sonic form too.

Shadow: what the hell was that.

Blaze: seriously what is this.

Classic Sonic: I'm questioning this too.

Infinite: I'm the main villain of the next film. The whole world is depressed that Sonic is basically dead in a way. While me and Eggman rule the world I some how have Shadow and Chaos and Metal Sonic is back with us. But he's real. Yet Tikal is pissed and just appears when Chaos is fake. Also theirs no Zavok because their isn't much of him and we haven't introduced him yet. Including screw you Shadow for beating me up, my team leaving me, and everyone being so happy screw everything, I HATE THE WORLD AND HAPPINESS AND WEAKNESS IM NOT WEAK! ALL HOPE IS LOST HOPE IS FOR THE WEAK AND FAMILY IS FOR THE WEAK!

Sonic: hey you big asshole of a jerk with a cool song still. You and Eggman are going down.

Buddy/Gadget/Rookie: I'm gay for Sonic or something like that or even like brothers like Tails. Yet I feel quite gay for Sonic he really inspired me to be brave and fight back.

Shadow:.....this is just so confusing right now.

I think I'll leave Shadow as that and before Sonic explaining his role in the sequel where Shadow asks about it well Sonic's first big paragraph. I changed the channel to Boomerang.

Basically was thinking of BVS and even thought of, "This Is My World" from the soundtrack. I thought of this at Walmart and even thought of how sad and emotional that would be. Including listened to the track at home which I am at home now.

Also the idea that Shadow is surprised and in a way inspired and shocked by Sonic's scarifice which is something almost like Maria's scarifice and shows Shadow the world's different something and not everyone is bad....

This is BVS but I've finally thought of the perfect some what story okay how we gonna get it through with people of how Sonic is important and how selfless he is and cares more about everyone and it even makes characters think about their lives and how some could change them for the better.

While the Reddit leak it's unknown if it's true or not. It's the only biggest piece of information we have for the movie and I seriously thought of a sequel might be. Even of how crazy it is.

Basically okay or my head like the script I want to see the movie and I'm just happy or still happy theirs some sort of information to work with.

Including it's basically Sonic Adventure 2 and Sonic Heroes into one better or something and remembered Sonic 3 and just remembered Sonic And Knuckles and some shit like that.

Got tags down and almost left the word rags I'm sorry to bother and remember I'm gonna reblog something after this.

[patchworktail]

ITS 4:30 AM AND I DONT FEEL LIKE SLEEPING so I’m gonna do this meme that i got tagged for twiCE and totally forgot to do til now!!!! (i had 2 dig through your blogs to find them omg)

ANYWAY i was tagged by both @mooitstimdrake​ and @cynessie​ (I MISS U BOTH BTW ❤)

RULES: Share 11 facts about yourself, answer 11 questions provided by the tagger, tag 11 awesome people and leave 11 questions for them to answer!

(I’m gonna skip tagging people/asking 11 questions - 1) because I’m lazy 2) because a lot of people who I would tag either have already been tagged or woN’T DO IT and 3) I have to answer two sets of 11 questions anyway so I’ll let one of those sets take the place of my 11 questions!!)

11 Facts

I was supposed to leave to move into my college 3 days ago but since my college is in Savannah they pushed off move-in/orientation for a weEK BECAUSE OF HURRICANE IRMA AND I’M STILL UPSET/DISAPPOINTED

That being said I’m about to start as a college freshman at art school, planning on majoring in animation! :D

I binged all of Buzzfeed Unsolved in like 2 days and I fuckin LOVE IT

Also BNHA is like my current main obsession???? I fell in love w that anime and uhhhh I’d Die For My Kids

I almost never use skype anymore - I’m always on Discord now (mutuals may add me just message me if you want my tag :3c)

I loooove creating OCs and my main OC is a forest elf named Rally and he’s precious and I LOVE HIM AND COULD TALK ABOUT HIM FOR HOURS (also my best friend @/harpxer and I have a huge ongoing rp with him and her mountain elf oc, Kahl!! they’re really gay)

Hmmm fun fact I guess I’ve been involved with internet communities since I was 10 years old and I made my very first internet friend when I was 10 and we’re still great friends and talk p much every day to this day (hi @/fiishr)

I want a tattoo super bad but idk what I’d geT

I worked at a jewelry engraving stand at an amusement park this summer and one night I accidentally gave myself a 1st degree burn on my finger from the hot glue gun and it hurt So Bad

I had my graduation party this July and it was really fun but the best part was when 14 of us played this giant game of spoons and it got really intense, made worse by people randomly screaming during it, and then we collectively decided to blast hardcore rap music from the speakers and Let Me Tell You i have not been involved in a more stressful card game in my LIFE

I’ll always always always fall for the hero/happy character/protagonist basically....idk what it is about me but I’m so Predictable...I love cute optimistic brave characters who just wanna do Right.....I don’t cARE IF PEOPLE THINK THEY’RE BORING I THINK THEY’RE PERFECT AND AMAZIGN AND I LOVE THEM

AS FOR AN EXTRA 12TH FACT ABOUT ME AS U CAN SEE I WRITE WAY TOO MUCH AND ALSO I’M THE BIGGEST OVERSHARER E V E R IT’S SO BAD SOMEONE STOP ME

ANYWAY ONTO THE QUESTIONS :3c

@mooitstimdrake​‘s Questions:

If you were to make a new blog dedicated to one single thing (fandom, hobby/activity, etc) what would it be? Honestly, right at the moment probably BNHA!!!! it’s legit my most recent big obsession and I love it?? so much???

If you could have any kind of animal as a pet, what would you have? A RACCOON!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEM SOSOSOSOSOS MUCH and some people actually do have them as pets! They can be difficult though but WORTH IT

Who was your favorite teacher and why were they your favorite? OH BOY......I’m gonna say it’s a tie between my AP studio art teacher and my AP US government teacher from this past year, my senior year! My AP art teacher because our class was super tiny, 12 kids, and it really felt like a family?? She was a-okay with letting us all goof around and say weird shit, she was really chill and funny and like. part teacher, part friend, which was always nice. As for my AP gov teacher, he was SO. FUCKING. FUNNY. OH MAN. NOT EVEN ON PURPOSE he just like? put up with SO MUCH? we had some real character kids in that class and my teacher’s reactions were HILARIOUS. he had a sarcastic streak too so his responses were equally as funny when someone did something weird. He would say the funniest stuff just ask @/harpxer I would tell her so many stories from that class sohboshrb. Aside from the humor that class was really interesting, and he’s a really good, invested teacher - he wanted us to learn, he’s super passionate about government and history, and he always started off each class with 2 current events which was really nice and helped me learn more about things happening in the world too!!! overall that was like my fav non-art class I’ve ever taken!!!!

What’s your guilty pleasure (and I’m challenging you not to say some kind of food)? HMMMMM. Honestly I’m gonna go ahead and say really cheesy or lame movies/shows (like, Disney channel movies, dumb shows - like the one summer I watched all of Glee LOL, stuff like that). Like yeah I know 90% of it is terRIBLE but it’s still amusing/lighthearted stuff that makes me happy KLSDJVLSDHB

Favorite pizza topping? EXTRA CHEESE IF THAT COUNTS, if not then pepperoni!!

What’s the last thing you bought (that wasn’t food)? I’ve actually been buying a lot the past few weeks in prep for college/spending a little money for ONCE since I worked all summer. I got a bunch of boring stuff but the things I’m most excited about are: two posters I got for my dorm (The Office is one and one is Lord Huron), a giant wall tapestry (it’s Up themed!!!), tWO BNHA/POKEMON CHARMS THAT CAME TODAY AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THEM I START CRYING BC THEYRE SO CUTE, and oh my GOD I BOUGHT THIS GIANT PILLOW FROM TARGET AND IT IS THE SINGLE SOFTEST THING I’VE EVER FELT AND IT’S HUGE AND IT IMMEDIATELY BECAME MY #1 COMFORT OBJECT AND TOP FIVE FAV THINGS IVE EVER BOUGHT!!!!!! I guess MOST recently though I just bought Clip Studio Paint online today (art program) since it’s on sale for 50% off and I’ve heard great things about it!

What upcoming movies/tv shows are you looking forward to? UHHHHH as for movies... justice league part 1, the incredibles 2, kingsman 2, the neW POKEMON MOVIE I CHOOSE YOU, probably a lot more I can’t remember rn. AS FOR SHOWS HMMM I’m...excited for the next season of the good place and izombie, and oh I’m excited for the punisher netflix show!! and the next season of voltron of COURSE!!! and next season of stranger things!! probably more I’m forgetting too tbh

Any recommendations (this could be anything just throw your best pitch at me)? JFISDJKLBJ I DON’T KNOW OMG tbh rachel you watch a lot of the same things I do already LMAOOO

What’s your favorite thing to wear that you own? OH FUCK I DUNNO HMMM I really like wearing my various leggings and scarves, but as like a Single Item....I like wearing....uhhhh I have this giANT sweater like it’s WAY too big for me but it’s so COMFY and I love it. I also love wearing my Star Labs sweatshirt bc it’s soft and comfortable

What was your first pet? my cat!!! we took her in as a stray kitten living in our backyard when I was like. 2 or 3 and so we’ve basically had her my whole life!!

If you could learn any language, what would it be? UHHHHHH honestly probably spanish - I took it 4 straight years and was okay at it in class but one year went by with me not taking it and I forgot everything LOOOL I’m...bad....at languages....

@cynessie‘s Questions:

Where is the coolest place you’ve ever been? I haven’t been many cool places :( I guess the coolest isssss I dunno it depends? Lake George is where I go on vacation every year, I LOVE NYC, I love Savannah too and it’s where I’m gonna be for college so?? ?? ?  ? I’VE NEVER BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY AND I’M SAD BUT I’M POOR AND CAN’T AFFORD IT

What was the first thing you remember wanting to be when you grew up? veterinarian!! 

Look to your right. What do you see? a dirty plate on my desk, my bed just past that, and my CHARMS THAT CAME TODAY THAT ARE SO CUTE I CRY EVERY TIME I SEE THEM

What are you procrastinating on? ajkldjboidj lik e 4 art commissions,,,, and 7 MAP parts,,,, and my pre-work for 2 of my classes,,,,,,,and cleaning my room,,,, and sending thank-you notes to relatives,,, SOMEONE KICK MY ASS AND MAKE ME DO SHIT

Which family member are you closest too and what is their name? UHHHH.... I guess my younger brother Luke? or maybe my mom? I’m not on bad terms with anyone though, I love both my older brothers too and we all have a good sibling relationship I just talk more with my younger bro I think - second closest would be with my second older brother Connor!

What’s the last song you listened to? I’m listening to Ultralife by Oh Wonder right now :3c I’ve been on a huUUGE Oh Wonder kick lately!!

What do you generally carry in your bag/pockets when you go out? my wallet (w my license and money and debit card and all), travel size lotion, phone, and chap stick!!

What is one thing you are excited for? FINALLY GETTING TO COLLEGE NEXT WEEK AND STARTING CLASSES FJIODFHINBDFHBNSBO

Do you believe in ghosts? I’m gonna hesitantly say YES but I’m not 100% convinced I don’t think

What is a skill you want to learn? MAYBE THIS IS WEIRD but I think learning how to act would be kinda neat. On a more realistic note I wish I could learn to exercise without dying

Tell me a joke. I’M BAD AT JOKES DON’T DO THIS TO ME NESSIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO YEAH THAT’S ALL FOLKS it’s 5am now...Nice..... :’) I love my ability to stay up obscenely late while also getting Nothing Done JLSDNVDHAGHVDLAK