#she had fucking SIA at her wedding

[acourtofidiots]

“neurospicy” by jax makes me wanna scream from how bad it is

[thewcllingtons]

Jess hadn't been one for imagination; the idea of her thinking of something than plotting some revenge is beyond her comfort zone. Sia's response made her sit up so fast that the ginger nearly caught a cramp. Why was she surprised? They have been through heaven and hell and they were still together, even after her breaking point. THey had never really talked about things like the the future. It took Sia days to convince Jess just to go on a damn vacation, but marriage. Attending Ryder's wedding showed her that things like this could be possible. Happiness. A future with someoe you cared about. For the first time, she felt safe enough thinking about what the next couple Jess just couldn't believe the first woman she had given her heart to wanted to spend the rest of her life with her too. She didn't blush often, but her cheeks already hurt from the giddy smile she couldn't pretend to hide. ❝ Well... Duh, of course, I'm going to make a big deal about it. I just wanted to see if, you know, you were interested. Gosh— I probably sound like such a fucking idiot being weird like this. We never talked about things like marriage before. I wanted to know how you felt about it.❞ // @decadentias

"WILD THOUGHT THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE violence? What could it be? I wonder," Sia quipped. They went through a rough patch. Probably the roughest they had ever dealt with. It was a miracle that they were able to resolve it. Sia was glad that Jess had come to her senses and realized her wrongs. Sia could see her efforts to change for the better and move on. It wasn't an easy process but she was going to be there for her. She perked up, taken aback by the redhead's words. Despite everything they had been through, even during the times her girlfriend had fumbled, she had always known that Jessica was it. She thought about being married to her in passing but never got to indulge in it. Now that her girlfriend brought it up, she could see it happening to them. "I wouldn't be against that idea. But before we get to that, I'm going to need a proper ring. And even if it's a Vegas wedding, I still want us to go all out." // @thewcllingtons

[slashscowboyboots]

The Blackboard Jungle: All I Want For Christmas Is You (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Izzy tweeted!  And in celebration, here’s the final part of this fic

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket​ @no-stone-no-bone​ @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands ​ @smokeandmirrorz ​ @sodalitefully ​ @roger-taylors-car ​ @harley-m-rose ​ @whisperess33 ​ @shawolat​ ​ @80snikki @rumoured-whispers

Warnings: the f-bomb, total holiday fluff

You wound your way through the department store, dodging people and wanting to puke from all the Christmas music as you searched for your mother a nice gift.  She was the last one you had to buy for, and you wanted to get her just the perfect thing this year.

I think she has plenty of snow globes, you thought, absentmindedly turning one upside down and watching the glitter float down, then heard someone call your name.

You turned and looked into the grinning face of Miss Peterson, Patti’s third-grade teaching cohort.

“Hiiiii, doll,” she chirped.

“Hello, Cindy, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m just great.  Are you shopping for your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?  I don’t-”

“Patti told me all about it.  I mean, well she made a long post on Instagram, how the two of you had been friends for so long, good friends, at least she was to you, and you chose that Jeff Isbell over the happiest day of her life-”

“Did she really?” you snapped.  “Well, since the two of you are so close, please tell her I said, ‘Merry Christmas.’”  And go fuck yourselves, you thought, deciding your mother would enjoy a very nice pair of diamond earrings.

It was unbelievable to you, how you and Jeff were the names on everyone’s lips anymore, especially since it was all so mistaken.  It was heartbreaking how everyone thought you were a couple, when you were simply coworkers who were also close friends.

Of course, you were never able to get him out of your head, especially since the Thanksgiving program.  Your combined classes had first traced their hands and colored their drawings in, decorating their turkey pictures with feathers and googly eyes (you stifled a laugh watching the Harrison twins hungrily eyeing the paste, and snorted when you saw Jeff leaping over a chair with his gangly legs to glue their turkey eyes down himself) and enjoying their lunches together.

He had excused himself during the break, and you paused while eating your sandwich, thinking about how really good he was as a teacher, how he never once talked down to the kids or lost his patience with them.  He always had time to listen to them, hanging onto their every word.

And they loved him in return, every single one of them showing them their turkeys the second they finished them, and the amount of praise he heaped on their artwork made you smile.

Putting away your lunch bag with a sigh, you looked up just in time to see a six foot tall turkey, complete with wattles, standing in the doorway of your classroom.  His tail feathers were so impressive he had to turn sideways just to make it through the doorway.

The children erupted in cheers, and Mr. Isbell strode in and fanned his plumage to their great delight, then announced that if they all quieted down, he would read to them, “Bear Gives Thanks.”  After he closed the book, he asked them what they all were thankful for.

He got various answers, from “my new puppy” to “my dad got a new job.”  But the one that stood out the most was from Cicely Brown.  She raised her hand and said in a quiet voice, “Mr. Isbell, I’m thankful for a teacher like you.”

Tears pooled in his eyes, and you heard a catch in his voice when he whispered, “Thank you.”  He turned around (well, awkwardly walked in a circle to turn around) to you and asked, “Miss Y/L/N, what are you thankful for?”

“Hmmm.  I’m thankful for friends.  And I’m thankful for every person that’s in this room.”

His eyes met yours, his smoldering gaze still able to buckle your knees.  “Me too.”

“But I don’t want to be an elf.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, I went and got an elf costume just for you.  Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

You put your hands on your hips and pouted.  “I have plenty of Christmas spirit.  Why can’t I be Mrs. Claus?”

“Because she doesn’t hand out candy canes.  She stays home and entertains strange men while Santa works all night.”

“Oh, she does not!”  You smacked Jeff’s arm, shaking your head.  He really was going to talk you into this getup, wasn’t he?”

You took it from him and he said, “Hurry up and get changed.  I need you to help me put on the Santa suit.”

“Why do you need help?” you called from the coatroom, pulling your green and red striped tights on.

“Because I make a skinny Santa, and I have to hold the belly while you button the jacket.”

When you came out, he had already changed into his Santa pants and boots and was sitting at your desk expectantly holding a pillow over his chest and stomach.

“Jeff, you really should eat more if you want to wear this suit,” you laughed, buttoning the buttons over his padded belly.

He made a face, and you said, “What?”

“Nobody calls me Jeff except for my mom.”

“What do they call you?” you asked, puzzled.

“Izzy.  Or Iz, if you’re into the whole brevity thing.”  He buckled his belt as all the wind left you, then he slapped your elf hat onto your head.  Flicking the bell to make it jingle, he said, “C’mon, Sugar Cookie, let’s make a bunch of little people happy.”

It was entirely possible that you wished all the students a Joyous Holiday and handed them a candy cane after they visited with Santa.  You had no idea if you actually did, the earth had screamed to a halt after you’d heard Jef-uh, Izzy’s admission.

After all the pupils had left, he shot you a delighted grin, then furrowed his eyebrows at you.  “Hey, are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you said softly.  “I’m….hot.”

“Me too.  Let’s get changed and go back to the party.”

Although you were dazed, you flung your elf costume off in record time, exiting the coatroom in time to see Izzy unbutton his Santa jacket and toss aside his pillow.  He slumped in your chair clad in a white undershirt, slinging an arm against his forehead to wipe off the sweat, and when he dropped it down beside him you could see a tattoo just below his elbow.

Without thinking, you walked over to him and picked up his wrist.  Written in delicate script high on his inner forearm was desperadosdreams.

He tried to pull away from you, then he noticed you gasping for air with tears in your eyes. “Does that make sense to you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, then pressed your lips to his, leaning down and throwing your arms around his neck.  When you pulled away for a breath, you looked into his eyes, then pushed the sleeve of your shirt up and extended your arm.

“Does that say IZ?” he asked in a halting voice, and you nodded again, then climbed onto his lap for another passionate kiss.  You carded your fingers through his hair as his lips traveled down the front of your throat, then he rubbed his nose against yours as you heard PJ Jones say, “I saw Miss Teacher kissing Santa Claus.  And he liked it!”

“Hi, Ian!” you smiled, holding up your ring finger.

“Hi!” he grinned.  “Ooh, that’s nice!  Congratulations!”

You held your phone toward Izzy.  “Ian, this is Izzy.”

“Oh, shit, he’s cute,” Sia said.  “Hi, Sexy!”

“Izzy, this is Sia.  She’s Ian’s fiancee.”

“Well……” she said, then they both held up their ring fingers.

“Omigosh!  You guys got married?!” you exclaimed.

“Yes!  I had to promote ‘Sharknado’ at the MGM Grand, and well, since we were in Vegas, we-”

Sia interrupted, “We found this Elvis impersonator, and it was so tacky and cool, I couldn’t have asked for a better wedding.”

“Congratulations!  Can you guys come to ours?”

“When is it?” Ian asked, with Sia hollering “Hell yeah!” in the background. 

“Next spring.  We don’t want to wait that long.”  You leaned over and pecked Izzy on the lips.  “We’ve waited our whole lives to find each other, we want our married life to begin as soon as possible.”

Thank you so much for being a part of this fic!  Because of wedding plans and moving and all that good jazz, I won’t be writing fics online anymore, but I will never forget how wonderful it was to have all your support.  Love you always, desperadosdreams

“I do,” you said.

“You bet I do,” Blaze said, sliding your beautiful wedding band on your finger.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.  Blaze, kiss your bride,”

He swept you in his strong arms, spinning you around, then dipped you and kissed you hard, the first kiss of the rest of your lives, as the fiery red sun sank in the horizon behind the two of you.

Now it was time for the two of you to begin your lives together, and dream as one.   And as he kissed you again, you knew you’d found forever, and he had been worth waiting for.

[badgerdryad]

Imagine: JJ and Emily at their wedding and someone plays this song and JJ cries because she’s so happy~

((People may be OOC and I apologize for absolutely nothing. Please be nice to me))

((Written for @emily-fucking-prentiss ))

The BAU was currently at Rossi’s getting dressed. The day was here. JJ and Emily were finally getting married after YEARS.

Amy smiles as she stands besides Spencer Reid who was her date. She was new to the BAU and mostly helped the team from home base. She and Spencer were set up by their best friends and they got along really well. She shakes her head as she ties Spencer’s tie humming. “3 years. 3 years together and you STILL can’t tie a tie, can you?” She shook her head. Spencer could only laugh and smile at his girlfriend. “I can you just like it doing for me.” He laughed when Amy hit his arms. “Shut up Reid!” She kissed his cheek. “I’m only helping because I was sick of JJ and Emily asking me to describe them to each other!” Morgan and Rossi shake their heads while Aaron tried not to sob. He was just so happy for his team. And very rarely do they get to have a special day that ISN’T ruined by murder. Amy smiles and had set up a surprise for the girls at the reception. Soon it was time to start and Amy and Spencer were the last to walk down the aisle. Rossi and Aaron each had a beautiful bride to walks down. Aaron took Emily down the aisle and kissed her cheek. “I’m so happy.” He goes to stand beside Henry and Jack.

Rossi smiles at JJ. “Nervous?” He asked the blonde seeing her freak a little. “Hey it’s just Emily. Don’t even think about anyone but the team who just want you both happy.” JJ nodded and smiles. She walks down the aisle to Emily tears in her eyes. Of course every little girl plans her wedding but no one plans it for two girls. JJ wouldn’t have it any other way. She smiles and stands with Emily. She smiles at their son. “I’m ready.” She whispered handing Amy her red roses with white tulips. She holds Emily’s hands and soon the wedding starts. JJ and Emily only focusing on themselves. And before you know it? Soon it was time. Penelope smiles. “Emily Prentiss, do you take Jennifer Jareau to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Emily smiles brightly. “I Do.” Penelope smiles tearing up. “Jennifer Jareau, do you take Emily Prentiss to be your lawfully wedded wife?” JJ gets this big grin. “I Do!” Penelope smiles. “Then by the power invested by me, by the state of Virginia, I now pronounce you Mrs. And Mrs. Prentiss. You may kiss your bride.” Emily pulled JJ close for a kiss. Everyone cheering loudly.

Everyone was having fun at the reception and dancing. JJ and Emily having a grand time together. “I love you, my silly girl.” Emily says to JJ holding her close. Soon the music stopped and both blushing brides look confused. Amy stood at the mic and smiles. “Ok so I planned a surprise with Penelope’s help. Since it’s Christmas and we are having a literal white wedding I thought we throw a traditional first dance out the window. So if both Mrs will come to the floor!” She announced. JJ and Emily shrug and get on the dance floor. Soon Sia’s “Snowman” played and it was a remix and it was beautiful. It was them. It was slow and powerful just like Emily and JJ. JJ laughed when Emily twirled her around. “As Sia says, JJ, I want you to know I’m never leaving and you are my home, my home for all seasons.” Emily says. JJ smiles at her wife kissing her after the last twirl. This was everything she dreamed off. Being Mrs. Prentiss. A Snowy Christmas Wedding. And a perfect slow song surrounded by family. She couldn’t ask for anything more. She noticed a shooting star but she didn’t need to make a wish. She had everything she ever wanted. And she couldn’t be happier.

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Fire Meet Gasoline Part One

Javier Peña x Reader

Words: 2690

Part One of ? Summary: Your life is put on the line when you decide to become a CI for the DEA. When your heart starts to influence your decisions concerning the agent that you’re working with, you get lost in the flames. Javi worries that his growing attachment to you could spell danger for the both of you when he discovers that your brother is the right hand man to Pacho Herrera. 

Notes: Two imagines in one day? *gasp* That’s right, I’m posting double for a Pedro Birthday Bonus.  I have an unhealthy love for this man. It’s really a problem. This series is inspired by the song Fire Meet Gasoline by SIA. (And if you don’t understand why I picked it, just go look up the video. You’ll thank me.) And again, I’m not using any real facts for this, I’m only using the character since I’m making a different side plot. 

Warnings: Violence, Language, and I might be getting a little steamy for this series (nothing smutty, but definitely more than suggestive)

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It’s dangerous to fall in love, but I 

Wanna burn with you tonight

“You look magnificent.” Pacho exclaimed as you ran your hands over the silky emerald fabric of the dress. Your brother sat next to him and looked bored out of his mind. 

“Do you like this one best, or the orange one?” You looked yourself over in the mirror, but there was no question. Green was definitely the dress. 

“Whatever you chose, is my treat.” He smiled and you nearly tackled him with a hug. 

“Pacho, that isn’t necessary-” Your brother started, but Pacho held up a hand to silence him. 

“Consider it a birthday present to the brightest star in all of Columbia.” You gave him a glowing smile and left to change back into your day clothes. Blood or not, Pacho had become your family over the past five years. Your brother was his most trusted right-hand man and he treated you like a sister. He definitely spoiled you like one. 

He was throwing you a huge party for your birthday that night and was sparing no expense. There would be flowers and lights everywhere and plenty of wine. Of course, you made him promise that there would be no product anywhere in the vicinity. Although it was the source of the extravagant life that you lived, you hated cocaine. The vile substance is what tore your family to shreds when you were only eighteen. Pacho understood completely and avidly commanded his men to keep the coke at the door. Of course, that didn’t stop your brother. 

The night glittered with stars and crowds of your friends and your brother’s associates flooded the garden space, filling the air with laughter and chatter. The green dress hugged your body in all the right ways and you earned many intrigued glances from important men- along with jealous glares from their wives. You were the envy of the night. After all, it was your party. You promised your brother that you would refrain from dancing with any strange men, but he also promised not to get high and he looked perfectly content snorting the white powder at the set-up bar. 

You scanned the garden for someone to dance with until your eyes landed on a man sitting at a table by himself. His black button up was partially hidden by his leather jacket. You didn’t recognize him, but he didn’t look out of place. You cut through the crowd and his eyes caught you coming towards him. 

Of course Javier knew who you were. You’d been seen with Helmer ‘Pacho’ Herrera at multiple events, including the wedding that was attacked by Pablo Escobar. Your brother was Pacho’s most trusted adversaries. Luis was in charge of finding and tracking threats to the Cali cartel. Occasionally, he was in charge of disposing of them. 

“You don’t seem like you’re having much fun.” You noted, taking the seat beside him. He gave you a smirk. 

“I am now.” Javier couldn’t deny it- you were stunning. He could understand why Pacho kept you around. With those seductive eyes alone, he was sure you could charm your way in or out of any situation. Mix that with the perfect hair, the lips, the body… you were a bombshell. He looked around, making sure that the kingpin didn’t leave his sight. Luckily, Pacho seemed busy talking up a young waiter. “You must be the princesa of the evening?” 

“Don’t let my brother hear you say that.” You snickered. “He’d say my head has gotten too big. That I don’t remember where we came from.” Your voice trailed off, slipping back into those memories. Memories of a little girl afraid of the dark. You pulled yourself out of those thoughts and your smile returned. “Tell me, dark stranger, do you dance?” You stood up, the silky green fabric swaying loosely around your hips. Javier gulped. 

“I really-”

“Consider it a birthday present.” You didn’t leave him much of a choice, holding out your hand for him to take. Javi stood and shed his leather jacket, letting you pull him into the middle of the dance floor. Dancing wasn’t really the right word for it, but whatever it was, you were spectacular. You put his hands on your hips as they moved with the rhythm. All he had to do was sway along. There was something about him that kept you wanting more. 

There was something between the two of you that Javier didn’t recognize. It wasn’t just lust, which there was plenty of as his hands roamed your body. His heart beat faster every time you looked at him and everytime you flipped your silky hair over your shoulder, he felt the urge to run his fingers through it. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

“There’s something different about you.” You whispered, your lips nearly touching his ear so he could hear you over the noise of the party. 

The music was almost louder than the gunshot. Almost. 

Javi grabbed your arm, pulling you out of the way of the stampede of screaming people. Another shot had you scanning the crowds for the source. One of Luis’ friends stood over the body of a bargirl, blood oozing from the gaping whole where her eye should have been. 

“Shit.” The mystery man muttered. Every part of Javi was screaming to shoot the bastard, but he knew he would be gunned down before he could take two steps. He needed to get out of there. Javi put his hands on your shoulders. “I have to go.” 

“What?”

“I can’t be here.” He insisted. Javier wanted to stay. Goddamn, did he want to stay. But if Pacho found out he was at the party to spy on him and Luis, he would be fish food. Still, a part of him couldn’t just leave. Despite all of his better judgments, he collided his lips with yours. Something ignited, starting the slow burn you were sure would destroy you. He pulled away too quickly. “Happy Birthday, Miss Y/L/N.” You watched as he vanished amongst the crowd fleeing the party. You hadn’t told him your last name. 

“Y/N!” A voice rose above the chaos. Pacho was shoving through guests, his eyes blazing. For a moment, you were actually frightened, not of the crowd, but of him. His hand found your arm and he dragged you through the running guests like fish trying to swim upstream. 

“Pacho…” You struggled to keep up, his fingers digging into your skin. “Pacho, you’re hurting me.” 

“Do you have any idea who you were just dancing with.” He said the word dancing like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Your fear returned and he didn’t let go of your arm, instead grabbing the other one, pinning them to your sides. You’d never seen him act like this before. Not with you. 

“Pacho, I-”

“The fucking DEA!” He spat. You blinked, shaking your head. 

“What?” 

“His name is Agent Javier Peña.” You knew that name. He’d spoken that name before. “He was the agent that fed us information whe Los Pepes was trying to take down Escobar.” 

“I didn’t know, Pacho.” You insisted, his tight grip now bringing tears to your eyes. “I wasn’t in Columbia during all of that. You know that. Please, you're hurting me.” 

To ensure your safety, Pacho had had you stay with Chepe in New York during the whole Pablo Escobar debacle. You’d overheard little details here and there, including the names of the DEA agents hunting Pablo; Steve Murphy and Javier Peña. The anger in Pacho’s eyes faded and his grip loosened, instead running his hands up and down your arms to sooth you. 

“You’re right.” He sighed, straightening your now rustled dress. “You couldn’t have known. I’m sorry.” He pulled you into a hug, but it brought you no comfort. Your body tensed in his arms and you had to resist the urge to shove away. He pulled away and looked down at the blood pooling on the porch tile. He didn’t bat an eye at the body. “Somebody clean up this fucker’s mess.” You stared down at the girl, disgust building inside of you. She barely looked 18. 

“No,” You said firmly. You pointed at Luis’ friend, Marques. “I want him gone.” You held your head up, trying to look as authoritative as possible. 

“You don’t give orders-” Marques started, but you cut him off with a slap. 

“And you don’t come to my house, shoot up with coke, and shoot up my waitress.” You turned to Pacho. “I want him gone.” 

“Don’t listen to this bitch, Pacho.” Marques snarled. Pacho seized the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the bar, bottles shattering as they hit the ground. 

“Don’t you ever disrespect Y/N.” 

“Pacho-” Luis started, but Pacho gave him that deadly stare, telling him to back off. 

“I will deal with you later.” He spat, turning his attention back to Marques. “You heard her. Now get out.” He let go of him, shoving him hard to the ground. Marques gave Luis a pleading look, but Luis had his furious eyes on you. 

“Fine.” Marques stood up with as much dignity as he could and left. Pacho clapped his hands together. 

“Right, I think that you all have done well at ruining this party, so you can all clean up.” He put a hand on the small of your back. This time his touch was soft, caring. But that didn’t stop the shivers up your spine. “I’m going to make the birthday girl a drink.” 

Walking back through the yard, you noticed a lonely leather jacket draped over one of the chairs. You paused, picking it up, feeling the heavy material in your hands. 

“Whose is it?” Pacho wondered, watching you slip it around your shoulders. You shrugged to cover your lie. 

“No idea.” 

-

You didn’t know how early it was when Luis woke you up. It was still dark out, casting his face with menacing shadows. Since the party had ended early, you decided to get some sleep rather than deal with Luis and his bunch of now-angry high friends. Perhaps you had forgotten that you lived in the same house. 

“What do you want?” You groaned, looking for the clock. 

“Get up.” 

“Luis, what the fuck-”

“I said get up.” He ripped off your blankets, exposing your thin nightgown to the cool night air.  You were suddenly surrounded by men; more of his friends. It was until you saw Marques that your fear woke you up completely. 

“What’s going on?” You raised your voice. Pacho was long gone, but maybe you could wake one of the servants. “Take your inmundicia out of here!” Marques covered your mouth with one hand and wrapped his other arm around your waste, carrying you out the door while you tried to kick your feet. Another man grabbed your legs, holding them together firmly. They took you all the way out to Luis’ waiting car. You were shoved into the front seat and Luis got into the driver’s side. 

“You have humiliated me for the last time.” He spat. 

“You’re high, let me go.” 

“Shut your fucking mouth.” 

“What do you plan to do, huh? Are you going to kill me, Luis?” His icy stare answered for you as he took off down the road. Your own brother. “Pacho will know.” 

“Don’t worry about Pacho.” 

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight. But what could you do? Your only family was going to kill you. 

Luis drove for another twenty minutes before picking a spot by the river. As soon as the door was unlocked, you figured you might try to escape one more time. You opened the door and ran as fast as your bare feet would take you, feeling broken bottle shards cut into your skin. Marques was faster and stronger, catching you in a matter of seconds. 

“No!” You shrieked, fighting against his steel hold. Luis had the trunk of the car open and waiting. “You bastard!” You could already feel the darkness close around you even though the sun was starting to rise. “You’re just like him. You’re going to kill me just like he killed her!” Luis held up a hand for Marques to wait. 

“That’s the thing, Y/N,” He grabbed a handful of your hair. “You’ll always be the little girl hiding in the cupboard. Still afraid of the dark.” He slammed your head down on the edge of the trunk and you felt the metal slice across your cheek. 

“Luis, please. Don’t do this.” Him and his friends stuffed you into the trunk while one poured the gasoline. Luis threw the leather jacket on top of you. 

“You liked it so much, you can die with it.” He snarled, leaning in one more time. “Say hello to father in Hell.” You screamed and he slammed the hood down. He was too high to notice that the sleeve of the jacket was caught in the mechanism, preventing it from closing all the way. But the dark was enough to make you feel like you were dying. 

You’d been terrified of the dark since you were a young girl. Every time you found yourself in the dark, you went back to that night all those years ago. Even in the trunk of that car, preparing to die, you could hear his shouts and your mother’s screams, along with the sound of cracking bone. 

“We have to get out of here before someone sees us.” A voice said. 

“I want to watch the bitch burn.” 

“Luis, we don’t have time, man.” 

Luis let out a frustrated scoff and you heard the click of a lighter followed by the roar of an ignited flame. Tires squealed against the pavement, signalling your escape. The roof of the trunk was stuck and you pressed your hands against it, the metal immediately burning your palms. You recoiled, but you couldn’t give up. Smoke started to fill your lungs and you knew you didn’t have much time before the fire reached the gas tank and the whole thing blew. You winced through the pain and finally pushed the trunk open. 

You wrapped the jacket around as much of yourself as you could and rolled out of the trunk, your legs only catching the flames for a moment. Hopefully they wouldn’t be as badly burned as your hands. You got as far away from the burning car as you could before your legs couldn’t move anymore. The explosion was deafening and would have knocked you off your feet if you weren’t already on the ground, feeling completely and utterly numb. The only thing you felt was the sting of the leather jacket slipping over the cuts on your arms as you put it on, trying to cover yourself. Your night-gown had torn and you were exposed in multiple places. 

You felt something in the inside pocket and pulled it out. You cradled the small card in your hand, hundreds of plans suddenly forming in your head. Revenge on your brother, but more importantly, an end to the thing responsible for all the pain you had endured, as well as all the pleasure; cocaine. 

-

Javier felt like an idiot. Not only had he kissed Pacho’s Princesa, he had left his jacket at the party. The jacket with his card in it. If they hadn’t already known he was there, they did now. He was on his second glass of whiskey of the night when his phone rang. It was either someone from the department or his death calling. 

“Is this Javier Peña?” A small voice said on the other line. It was a voice he recognized. 

“Who is this?” His tone was harsh and to the point. 

You gripped the phone with a trembling hand, earning strange looks from the drugstore owner. If he wouldn’t help you, you were done for.  You smirked, trying to keep the fear in your voice in check. 

“Someone who knows that you’re one hell of a dancer.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Happy Together : 10

Time Together

Character(s): (deceptively) dark!Steve

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. It goes without (and with) saying that this is 18+. 

Series Synopsis: The reader is stood up while awaiting a blind date, instead finding herself keeping company with the restaurant’s famous owner; Steve Rogers. After that night, she tries to forget her humiliation but she just can’t shake one thing about that night: him.

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: The reader prepares herself for the wedding.

Notes: Hey! Hope you enjoy this chapter. I don’t have too much to say but the next chapter will be super interesting I think. For now, I need to go to the doctor again and hopefully you have fun!

Thanks to everyone who reads and as always, I looked forward to hearing from you in the replies/reblogs/tags/asks. <3

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Steve returned that evening as he did every night. A kiss on the cheek, an ‘I love you’, and his usual touchiness. You’d never grow used to it; only better able to tolerate it. You served him his dinner and sat next to him as ever. You chewed in silence. Your appetite was starting to return at least. Your day had been easier. The music helped you relax for the first time since you had been brought here. Or at least as close to as you could attain.

You cleared the table and washed the dishes. The menial tasks allowed you an excuse not to be near him. As you finished drying the plates, he appeared in the doorway. “My dear, have you chosen a date?” He asked fondly.

“Yes,” You lied. You hadn’t thought about it too hard. “The...Thursday.” It was the third last day within the allotted window.

“Very well,” He neared and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I have a surprise for you.”

You nodded and looked up at him. You forced a smile.

“It’s in the den.” He took your hand and pulled you with him as he turned back to the door. He guided you through the dining room and across the hall to the den. There was a paper bag on the coffee table. You glanced over at him and he preened. “Go on.” He released you and waved you ahead of him.

You crossed to the table with measured steps as he sat in one of the armchairs and watched. You reached inside and pulled out the first item. A sketchbook. You flipped through the blank pages and your cheek twitched.

“So you don’t have to doodle in your booklet anymore…” He commented.

You set it down beside the bag and dipped your hand in again. A tin of sketch pencils and an eraser. You placed those with the book. The last three pieces were records. These weren’t the same vintage hidden beneath the victrola. Hozier, The Lumineers, and Sia. They were all artists saved on your cell phone playlist. You stared down at them and your eyes stung. You missed the outside. Missed your old life.

“Thank you,” You whispered. You turned to hide you face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. That would be worse than surrender.

“Why don’t you put one on?” He asked lightly.

You cleared your throat and sniffed. You slid the records back into the bag and held onto the first. You went to the record player and slipped the vinyl from its sleeve. You pulled the arm over and started the small motor. The smoky tones of Hozier filled the air and our heart clenched. You had been listening to this album when he had taken you. You could smell the grass, the dirt, the leaves with each note.

“Come, sit with me,” His voice shook your from your haze. You glanced over your shoulder as he stared at you. Your heels clunked, even on the carpet, as you neared him. He rubbed his thigh and reached out to you. You sat sideways on his lap as he guided your body. You swallowed the last of your grief. He wrapped his arm around your back and rested his head against your chest. “So, I suppose you should pick a dress next.”

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It was Steve’s day off and you were not happy. You went through your usual routine but did not have his absence to look forward to. After breakfast, he placed a stack of bridal magazines before you and put a record on. You watched him with derision before taking one from the pile. You grew bored about halfway through and opened it to a random page. He was right beside you; his arm around you as he leaned back against the sofa.

You shrugged and handed him the magazine. “Here.”

“Oh?” He sat up slightly and took the magazine with his free hand. “Is this the one you want?”

You wanted to shrug but you just nodded. You hadn’t even looked at it. You didn’t really care what you married him in. If it was up to you, there wouldn’t be a wedding. The more he talked about it, the deeper the pit in your stomach. The more it felt as if your life were ending. Being trapped in this antiquated prison was enough to assure you that there was little for you but cinched waists and kitten heels. But the ring around your finger sealed your fate; a promise stolen from you.

“I like it,” He ran his thumb along the glossy page, “Especially this.”

He traced the neckline and you finally glanced down at the silhouette. Figured. Even when you were trying to sabotage his plans, you had only fucked yourself. The off-the shoulder number was hip-hugging and low-cut. You wondered if you’d even be able to keep it in place without holding on for dear life.

“Wait…” An idea flickered in your head. A straw to grasp at. “Isn’t it bad luck for you to see my dress?”

“You know, I read that it’s just some medieval misconception.” He set the magazine aside, keeping it open to the dress you had chosen. “Back when they had arranged marriages.” He hugged you to him, his lips brushed your cheek as he spoke, “The bride’s father wouldn’t want the groom to see his daughter until the last minute so that he didn’t back out.” He pecked your cheek and you felt him smile, “I’m not going anywhere, dear.”

You nodded and touched his elbow gently. “Sweetheart, I should start lunch. I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

“Of course, dear,” He grabbed your chin and turned you to face him. He kissed you lingeringly before drawing away. “It makes me happy that you're eating again.”

You forced a smile and carefully detached yourself from him as you stood. You didn’t want to flee too quickly; he didn’t like that. He clung to your hand, swinging it in the air between you as he looked up at you. His eyes fell to the diamonds on your finger and he kissed the ring delicately. Finally, let go.

“I’ll be here, dear,” He sat back with a sigh. “Call me if you need anything.”

You nodded and spun on your heel. You figured you had twenty minutes before he would get bored and come bother you. Less if you considered the bulge at his crotch. He was always hard these days and it made it difficult to keep your eyes above his shoulders. He hadn’t done much more than rub himself against you at night and continue his shower time exertions. You were certain to tread carefully; you awoke before him and fled before he could trap you once more. He might have noticed but he had yet to say anything.

You retreated to the kitchen and pulled out bread and some fixings for sandwiches. You still weren’t sure what Steve liked but you hadn’t bothered to ask. He ate whatever you gave him, really. You closed the fridge and looked around the despairingly familiar room. It was odd that within your prison this had become a refuge. A brief respite from grasping hands and errant lips. This was to be your life; fighting to hide from him in plain sight.

You rinsed the tomato and set it on the cutting board. You watched the water circle the drain and gather there; a grind before it finally swirled down the pipes. You tilted your head and peered down the abyss. You turned the tap on again and the water washed away even slower. There must be a clog. You tilted your head as you thought, your fingers tapped on the counter top.

You pushed yourself away and grabbed the dish towel. You entered the den as you dried your hands. Steve was at the record player searching for an album among the bunch. You cleared your throat as you stopped just inside the door. 

“Um, sweetheart?” He looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I need...help.”

His eyes brightened and he stood. You made a point of not asking for much but when you did, it spurred him. “What is it, dear?” He crossed to you and you fought to keep from shying away from him.

“There’s a clog,” You explained, “The sink is all backed up.”

“Hmm, oh,” He seemed slightly disappointed, “No worries, I can fix it. Why don’t you finish lunch and I’ll go grab my tools.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” You bowed your head and he leaned in to kiss your hairline. He led you back through the door as he followed you into the hallway. He nudged you back towards the kitchen before he headed to the locked door at the other end. He glanced over his shoulder and you quickly looked away, scurrying into the dining room as you heard the keys tinkle.

You returned to the kitchen and began to slice the tomato diligently. You buttered the bread, spread the mayo, layered meat, cheese, tomato, and lettuce as Steve entered with an odd clank. You turned as he carried a large red toolbox and set it down beside the counter.

“Should be easy enough,” He opened the cupboard and got to his knees, “I’ve dealt with worse than a clogged pipe.”

He popped open the toolbox and grabbed a wrench. You watched him as he positioned himself in front of the open doors and reclined so that he looked up at the underside of the sink. You could hear him moving around, the metal biting on metal. You stared at the open toolbox just beside his bent legs. You leaned on the open cupboard and peeked over at him as he detached the curve of metal from the rest.

You blinked, waiting for him to look over at you. He was entirely focused on his work. You glanced back at the toolbox and stood straight. Slowly you bent your knees, balancing on your heels perilously as you reached out to the open box. Just a little further. Your fingers closed around the handle of a screwdriver and you carefully lifted it from the bunch. Your heart clutched as you jostled another but it was covered by the noise of Steve’s wrench.

You pulled back your skirt and tucked the tool into your garter, making sure it was secure. You stood and straightened your dress. “Sweetheart, should I set your lunch out on the table for you?” You called to him as you took the two plates in hand.

“Of course. I’ll finish this up and eat when I’m done.” He replied. His voice was distracted as metal clinked against metal.

You were trembling as you entered the dining room and set down the plates. You glanced through the door to the kitchen as you slipped off your heels. You placed your stockinged feet flat on the floor and backed into the hall. You held your breath as you listened for any movement but that of the wrench. 

You tiptoed up to the laundry room and pushed inside. You crossed to the washing machine and slipped the screwdriver from your garter. You wrapped it in a dirty washcloth from the basket waiting to be washed and tucked it behind the machine.

You gulped as your heart hammered and you edged away from your hiding place. You returned to the dining room to find it still empty and sat. You stared down at your sandwich with a smile. You weren’t sure what you were going to do but it sparked the last ember of hope inside.

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[no-i-is-patrick]

So I just fucked my whole home life up permanently it’s all started once my sister (21) flew home for my cousins wedding. My sister has always been my patent favorite even if they don’t want to admit it I can see how they dote on her and give her everything where I’m left witch the leftovers and they get mad when I make something for my amusement. They always call me lazy, selfish, stupid, bitchy, asshole (etc) you name it I’ve been called it. And when my sister was being as a usual annoying sister was I replied in monotone (Bc I’m done w everyone’s shit) what ever she asked Bc it was a dumb question. And my dad tells me to forget ab a ride to school (I’m a junior in hs but I take college classes Bc I’m trying to graduate a year early) so I pack up my bag and leave for school. Then he opens the door telling em to come back in taht I didn’t shit the door even tho I did (but go off king).

And I’m like done w his shit and he’s calling me every name in the book so I thought he was just doing his same old I’m gonna hang this nessecity over your head like you never needed it. Like sir your almost 50 telling a 16 year old calling her every name in the book. So I’m crying and my mom isn’t doing shit but cooking dinner in the background so I walk to my room and he chases after me and threw a baby gate at me and it huu I t my whole arm and I’m just like wow what next gonna hit me again like it won’t be the first or last time he abuses me. So I’m done w him and I’m crying while he’s all up close to my face telling me how horrible I am and when I said I get it you don’t liek me or want me all you want to do is control me he says “ NO I DONT HATE YOU, YOU HATE YOURSELF” and I dead panned you’re right I hate myself and you Bc he caused that he made me hate him when he called me fat and lazy when I was 9 and then lied to my mom while I cried myself to sleep

So I’m just crying and then I hear tell her to call the Uni Bc she can’t make it to class like he didn’t just tell me to go back inside so I leave my room and tell him he can hate me all he wants but he’s not gonna duck up my future just Bc he’s all mad and then says how am I ruining your life and I said I need the classes to graduate early and he said I can take them local at my hs even tho they don’t give them and I tell him that’s impossible and that AP is bullshit and he sia she doesn’t care and then brings up the fact taht taking my door wasn’t enough so he needs to take away my education that he isn’t paying for and so I te him this is why I hate this family all they do is hold shit over me like I’m somehow going to live them so I bring up him accusing my mom out of nowhere of cheating and he’s like well she did and I said she had every right to fuck a man if you’re gonna act like this and then I go yo email my professor that I won’t be able to make it to class Bc I’m having family issues

So I’m having a mental breakdown and I’m crying so I took all my sleeping pills Bc I have anxiety and go to take them and he slams open the door and breaks my wall just to tell me to keep the door open then says are you ready for school so I just show up all red faced frizzy hair and late to my intro to writing thinking ab how I almost killed myself and it’s just so traumatic for me I have no idea what’s to think about and I still need a year to finish school and save up money to move and I’m just so done with this world I need help

[h-styles-babes]

FOUR

“Have yeh got all settled, then?” El asked as Sia finished putting her makeup on. She was getting ready for her day out on the island, and she figured she’d at least look a little nice for the occasion. “No more icky feelings about bein’ alone?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it. Kinda nice being by myself for a bit and still gettin’ paid for it, honestly,” she admitted with a chuckle. She swiped on the last bit of her lipgloss before capping it. She tossed it in her purse, just in case she needed it again before she came back. “Especially now that it’s day time and I’ll be out exploring a bit.”

“Any hints as to who the artist is?” El asked excitedly. Sia thought she was more excited to know who was to show up than she was herself. She thought it was quite endearing of her friend to be so excited, even though she’d have nothing to do with them.

“Nah, Jeff hasn’t said a word. He did drop that it was a guy, though.”

Ellen squealed as Sia laughed. Her friend started listing off all these amazing artist Sia could potentially be spending the next two months in close quarters with. Sia didn’t have the heart to remind her that it was to be a new artist, since this would be their first go round, and none of the very well-versed artists she’d been listing. She just let her go on until she ran out of guesses.

“Yeh done?” Sia asked over a chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m done. I need to let yeh go, though. My break’s nearly over. Some of us have to stick to schedules still,” El joked, poking fun at Sia’s comment of getting paid to just hang out on a tropical island for the time being.

“Oh, shut it,” she scolded playfully. “I’ll let yeh get going. Have fun at your stuffy job! Talk to yeh later.”

Ellen huffed at her goodbye as Sia cackled a little bit, hanging up on her.

It was a beautiful day when Sia stepped out the front door, locking it behind her. She slipped her sunnies onto her nose and relished in the way the slight breeze ruffled her sundress around her thighs and the way the gravel crunched slightly beneath her sandals. She couldn’t help but smile gleefully as she made her way out to the main road. The house came with bikes, so she snagged one from the area beside the house and took off toward the city, knowing it would likely only take her about fifteen minutes in order to get to the main part of town.

Sia spent the afternoon strolling through the town, popping into the local shoppes and stopping off at a cafe to grab a cup of iced coffee and a sandwich for lunch. There were quite a few tourists around with her, but the majority of the people she encountered were locals, running the shoppes and greeting her as she walked past store fronts. She picked up a cool braided bracelet she thought El would like and even got a macrame choker for herself, a charm with the Aries sign—her zodiac—engraved into it dangling from the center.

When Sia took a seat at a small table for two outside of the cafe she bought lunch at, she crossed her leg over the other and sat back, relaxing under the shade of the umbrella at her table. She’d forgotten to grab a hat before darting out the door, and she could feel the heat on her head. She didn’t want to get burnt on her very first full day on the island, so she was grateful for the reprieve.

“Your anklet is beautiful,” a woman sat at the table next to her complimented, looking at the little gold anklet with a delicate little butterfly charm.  

Sia smiled at her. The woman had a strong Australian accent, and Sia figured she was a tourist. “Thank you. Was a gift from my friend for my eighteenth birthday. She said I had too good of ankles to not be adorned by something pretty.”

The woman laughed with Sia. “And what about the bracelet?” she asked innocently, nodding to the accessory on Sia’s wrist.

The innocuous question had Sia’s throat tightening and her jaw clenching to keep her emotions at bay. Unlike the little chain on her ankle, the black beaded bracelet on her wrist with the little silver charm with a Celtic knot representative of ‘forever’ was not given to her by Ellen. It was actually a gift from Harry after they’d first got together. They’d been friends for ages, and he thought it was a pretty big deal that they’d decided to start up a relationship together. The bracelet was a gift, marking the occasion, and Sia had not taken it off since. She’d nearly ripped it off herself in a fit of rage when she’d first learned that Harry had left her just to get with the faux supermodel, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Harry was more than her boyfriend of three years; he was her best friend, and no amount of anger could really negate all the memories she had with him and the love she still held for him. She hated him for what he did to her, but she loved him in her soul, and nothing could change that. Even if she had been pissed at him for the last year.

She took a deep breath before responding, voice a bit shaky. “Gift from an ex. Haven’t had the guts to take it off.” She wasn’t sure what was prompting her to be as candid as she was with this complete stranger, but she wasn’t apprehensive of it. It felt good to talk about Harry—however vaguely—to someone who wasn’t so entangled in it all. Ellen was a great support, but she hated Harry nearly as much as Sia did, and it wasn’t always conducive of substantial conversations.

“How long were you together?”

“Three years. Were friends since we were little, though. Bit of a bite when we broke up.”

“Did he cheat or something?” the woman asked, seeming to get a little fired up at the thought. Sia thought maybe there was some underlying reason behind that.

“No, no, nothing like that,” Sia denied, even though it hurt like he had cheated when she’d learned of his relationship with the reality star not longer after they’d split. “Lives took us in different directions. A stable relationship wasn’t possible for us anymore.”

The woman’s posture eased, and she offered a sympathetic smile. “Then it’s okay to wear mementos of him. It’s good to remember the happy things when you experience heart break. If he was a cheating bastard, it’d be a different story. I tossed my wedding band at my ex-husband’s head when I found him in bed with another woman, then spent his bonus from his most recent deal on this vacation. Made me feel better.”

Sia and the woman laughed together and spent the rest of their afternoon sat at that table, Nadia—Sia learned her name was—having scooted to the empty seat across from Sia. They talked about their lives, Sia sharing that she was on the island for business and Nadia telling her she was a family lawyer that worked with Australia’s social services. They talked about their lives, and even though Nadia was nearly ten years her senior, Sia hadn’t felt so comfortable with another person in a long time. It made her miss Ellen, and it even made her miss Harry a little bit.

It was good to be reminded that her relationship wasn’t all bad. It was actually a very loving, fulfilling relationship that even her parents were proud of. His betrayal tainted it though, and it was sometimes hard to remember that Harry had been the best part of Sia’s life for most of it. She’d had Harry longer than she hadn’t, and there was something to be said for that.

Didn’t mean she didn’t still hate his guts, but it made her reflective.

It was early evening by the time Sia made it back to the house. She hadn’t wanted to make her way back while it was dark out, so she’d said goodbye to Nadia with an exchange of numbers and hopped back up on her bike. The weather was even nicer with the setting sun, the heat still lingering from the day, but the ocean breeze was just a bit cooler, raising little goosebumps on Sia’s skin. It wasn’t cool enough to be craving a jumper, though, and she was still comfortable in her flowery sundress and her sandals.

The lights in the house were off when she rode up, except for the porch light, which she’d left on when she headed out in the afternoon in case she got back after dark. It was still dusky outside, so she didn’t really need the aid of the light.

Sia unlocked the front door and locked it again behind her after she entered, not planning to go out for the rest of the night. A light meal, a glass of wine, and a bath sounded like the perfect end to her night before she headed out the next day. A day at the beach by herself to get a bit of a tan sounded like a solid plan, and she got giddy with excitement just thinking about it. She’d have to search the house to see if there was any sun cream, because she couldn’t remember if she’d packed any with her.

The house was just as quiet as she’d left it as she flipped on the kitchen light. She set her purse and sunnies down on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to start making a salad out of the lettuce, spinach, and rotisserie chicken she’d found in there yesterday.

She poured herself a glass of wine while she waited for the chicken she shredded to heat up in the microwave. The sliding glass doors that led to the back deck and subsequently to the pathway to the beach were completely crystal clear, and the house was oriented in a way that meant the setting sun was right in front of her, dipping below the water. It was a peaceful sight, and Sia smiled contently as she looked out. She slid the door open and shut the screen door to let the breeze in and keep the bugs and critters out.

The timer sounded on the microwave, and Sia took one last sip before deciding to turn around to tend to her meal. Before she got a chance though, a throat cleared behind her.

“Guessin’ you’re the assistant producer on this. Jeff said yeh’d be here already.”

Sia squeezed her eyes shut at that voice. A voice she was way too familiar with. It was just her luck that the worst case scenario her and El had joked about a couple weeks back was the actual scenario she’d gotten herself into. Just her fucking luck.

She took a deep breath before slowly turning on her heel, biting angrily at her bottom lip. She wanted to cry at having to face him and not being able to flee from him like she had when they’d ran into each other at that pub back in LA. Sia was a big girl, though, and she kept the tears at bay.

“And he said yeh wouldn’t be here for another few days,” she retorted. She nearly cursed when she faced him, realising he was only in a towel, hair wet, obviously fresh out of the shower, probably not expecting anyone else to be in the house with him when he got out.

“Sia,” he breathes, eyes widening. Sia guessed she was the last person he though he was going to be working on the project with, let alone living with for two months.

“Harry,” she nodded. “If yeh don’t mind, I’m gonna make my dinner and head to my room.” That was about all she could choke out as she brushed past him, back into the kitchen. She began quickly throwing her salad together, not looking up at all, even as she put her ingredients away.

“Sia, can we talk, please? I don’t want this t’ be weird for the next two months.”

“Then yeh shouldn’t’ve fuckin’ shagged the leech after tellin’ me you were too busy for a relationship.” There were definitely tears bubbling in her eyes, and she was angry with herself for letting her emotions physically manifest themselves after all this time, and in his presence, no less. “Would’ve really avoided makin’ this whole thing weird.”

“Darl—” he started, but Sia cut him off. She didn’t want to hear the term of endearment, and she really didn’t want to hear any of his empty apologies or half-arsed excuses.

“Don’t you fucking dare. No pet names. Gave up that right when yeh dumped me for the skinny one.” Sia poured herself a hearty glass of wine and grabbed up her bowl and her glass. “You stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. Deal?”

“We’re gonna be working together,” he tried to reason. Sia still wasn’t looking up at him, so she didn’t see the way his brows furrowed and ran his hand through his hair, pushing the shorter strands back and tugging a bit in frustration.

“And we’ll be civil. But I honestly can’t wait until these two months are over. Best opportunity of my life just turned into my own personal hell.” Sia slammed her bedroom door behind her, and Harry jumped from the abruptness of the sound.

Another tug at his hair and a clench of his jaw. “Fuck.”

[leelee10898]

Back to you: Chapter 21- Helium

*** Ok guys this is IT!! I know, I said Thursday, then Weds... But I just can not wait!!! Are you ready?***

Summary: Aria makes her decision between Liam and Leo. Tariq has been found but is it good or bad news? Someone gets hurt. Thing’s aren’t always as they appear and there are twist and turns in every direction!

Rating: Mature 

Chapter/song inspiration: Helium - Sia 

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**I wanted to play tough, thought I could do all this one my own, but even Super Woman sometimes needed Superman’s soul.**

The night before

Madeline Threw the pillow over her head trying to drown out the noise. The constant beating on the wall from what she assumed was the head board, the screams and moans were all to much for her. If she could rip her ears off she would. She contemplated banging on the door but if she knew Leo it would only fuel his fire to make Aria scream even louder. SHUT UP  she screamed. Finally after an hour it stopped. Madeline was pissed. “They will pay for that.” she mumbled to herself.

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The next morning Aria woke up in Leos Arms. She looked over at him sleeping and smile.  His untamed messy dark blonde hair was adorable, she wanted to run her fingers through it. She studied his face, the stubble that grew in over night on his chin, his strong jaw line that lead down to the slight dip in his chin. Those soft full lips she loved to kiss. She could see his strong muscular shoulders peaking out from the covers. She felt a feeling washed over her, something that made her feel safe, happy, fearless and like she was home. In that moment she knew, it was him, it had always been Leo, he was home for her. 

She wanted to tell him, but she owed it to Liam to talk to him first. She closed her eyes not letting the inevitable conversation ruin this moment. She opens her eyes to a pair of sparkling blue eyes staring back at her. “Good morning beautiful. ” he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I could get used to this, waking up looking into your big beautiful brown eyes.” he stroked her cheek. “Mmm that sounds nice. ” she cuddled up with him, inhaling scent. Sweet and crisp, like a perfect mix of the ocean and a cool spring day. 

Beep beep beep

Ughhhhhh they groaned in unison. It’s already 12:00 pm Leo, we have to meet Jonesy at 2. “Ok, ok fine, you win.” They jumped up, Aria went back to her room to shower. She pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a flowing black tank top. She fidgeted with her fingers in anticipation. This was it, it was what they were waiting on, Tariq’s location. They were finally going to clear her name. She felt a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, her nerves were an absolute wreck Aria fought back the urge to vomit. She was pulled back into reality when Leo knocked on the door. “Are you ready?"Leo asked as he held out his hand. Aria took a deep breath. "Hey, calm down, its going to be ok.” He assured her. 

They entered the meeting room Leo had reserved. Bertrand and Maxwell were already there, with a middle aged man, balding at the top, a bit heavy set. He reminded her of an older, heavier Bastien. “Jonsey, how are you today?” Leo smiled as he reached out and shook his hand clasping him on the shoulder. “I am well sir, thank you for asking. You must be lady Aria. ” Jonsey held his hand out to shake her hand. “Yes, pleasure to finally meet you.” Aria shook his hand as they sat around the table. “Ok lets just get right into this.” Jonsey started, Aria gripped Leos hand hard. “We located Tariq in California, Los Angles to be exact.” He finished. “Splendid, Maxwell make plane accommodations we shall leave at once.” Bertrand insisted. “Hold on,hold on. There’s more.” Jonsey cut Bertrand off. “Go on Jonsey. ” Leo instructed. “As I said we located him. Im sorry to say, Mr Tariq, well he was deceased upon discovery. A single self inflicted gunshot wound. Local police have ordered a toxicology report to determine if he was under the influence of anything.” Jonsey told them.

 Aria’s blood ran cold, she froze, unable to speak.Consumed by many thoughts. Tariq was dead, he was gone and there was no way to clear her name now. The thoughts screaming at her on repeat in her head. Tariq is dead, hes gone. Tariq is gone. “I’m really sorry, once I receive a copy of the toxicology report ill be in touch.” Jonsey said, snapping his briefcase shut.  “This does not leave this room, none of you are to tell Liam, I want to be the one who does. Do you understand?” Aria spoke up eyeing each of the men sitting there. They  all  agreed. “Thank you for your time.” Aria shook Jonsey’s hand “if you’ll excuse me.” Aria took off as fast as her feet would take her she pressed the up button repeatedly “come on, come on.” she bounced on her legs impatiently. Finally the doors open and let her in. She reached her floor and set out into a sprint to her door. She fumbled with the key card before swiping it and letting herself in. The urge to throw up growing with each passing minute she darted to the bathroom barley reaching the toilet. Sobs rattled her body as she curled up on the floor. Alone, she felt alone and defeated. She would be always the new York whore, there was no fixing herself in the public eye. She screamed out, sobs consuming her.

Two hands wrapped around her, “shh shh its ok baby, I got you. I’m here.” Leo soothed her. She laid sobbing in his arms for what seemed like forever , he never tried to force her to talk, or move, he just rubbed her hair and let let her get it out. She sat up “why did this happen? I’m nothing, nothing but a no good American whore. ” she wiped the tears from her eyes. Leo gently grabbed her face. “Look at me Aria, you are perfect. You are amazing, compassionate, fierce, and strong. Who the fuck cares what a bunch of asshole nobles think, we know the truth.” Leo said. “You are everything to me, and I will always defend your honor.” “Where do I go from here? What do I do?” Aria whispered.“Stay with me, here In New York, move in with me.” Leo requested . Aria gave him a slight smile “OK.” “Yeah?” Leo beamed. “Yes Leo I will move in with you.” He kissed her with so much love and happiness, it took her breath away. “I need to have a conversation with Liam first. Will you meet me here at 5?” Aria asked. “Of course, I will see you soon. I love you, So much.” Leo gave her a kiss before heading to the door. “I love you too.” 

Aria brushed her teeth and splashed cold water on her face trying to lighten the redness and the swelling of her eyes. Here go’s nothing she muttered to herself before heading out the door. She slowly took herself to Liam’s room and knocked. Her heart was in her throat. She was there to tell the man who loved her that Tariq was gone. And he was stuck marrying Madeline. “Aria? Hey what’s wrong come in. ” Liam took her hands leading her in. “Liam I need to tell you something. ” her voice shaking. “What is it Aria?” Liams voice calm and steady she knew he was masking his true feelings. “Tariq. Tariq is dead. We will never be able to clear my name.” The tears were spilling again. Liam’s body fell into the chair. “Its over Liam, your stuck marrying Madeline. There’s nothing we can do.” Aria sobbed. Liam stammered, his once stoic ficade gone. “No, no. Its not Aria no my love please.” He grabbed her hands. “You can come with me, I will make you a duchess, you can stay in Cordonia.” Liam begged. “Liam I can not be your mistress, I am so sorry.” Aria cried. “Aria please, please come with me. The royal jet leaves at 5. Please my love. I can not bare to lose you.” Liam stood on his knees, begging her not to leave. A king on his knees, he was better then this and she knew it. She loved Liam but she loved Leo more, she could not bare to break his heart even more, she could not tell him the other reason she had to end things was because she chose his brother. “I have to go.” Aria leaned in, kissing him softly. Before leaving him there alone.

 She wiped the tears from her eyes. She spotted Leos door cracked from down the hall. He must have left it open in case I need him. She thought to herself as she headed for his room. She peaked inside. Seeing Madeline standing facing Leo. “I love you Leo.” and then Madeline leaned in and kissed him.

[ohstardust]

Salted Wound

Title: Salted Wound by Sia Pairing: Chris Evans x F Reader Warnings: Angst, sadness, it ain’t a happy one guys  AN: I started writing the dialogue for this the other week and had no idea who to write it for. It ended up being about Chris, I have no idea why and I didn’t mean for my first piece about him to be so sad but here we are.

There was a time, in the not too distant past, when she believed the rest of her life would to be played alongside his. She envisioned them both living in each other’s orbit, working their lives around one another, building their relationship further until they were so intertwined they were barely individuals. The prospect was terrifying and daunting and everything she wanted. They’d known each other for a decade, 3 years of which were spent in a relationship together, and the rest had been a blur of friendship and pining and heartbreak and anger. A blissful, adventurous and mildly tumultuous partnership had soured two years ago, and she felt like the bottom had dropped out her world. This hadn’t been her plan, or her vision, and she resented him for everything he was. How could it have ended this way?

She’d smiled sweetly through her best friend’s wedding, congratulating them, toasting them and spouting a long speech about love and their connection and how perfect they are for each other, when all she wanted to do was scream and show everyone how cynical she really felt. It had been two years, she’d tried to date, but as much as she hated to admit it, he’d weakened her and hurt her so badly that she hated the thought of really dating again. And the moment Chris walked into Sara’s wedding reception? She wanted to run for the hills. It was either that or throw a whole bottle of champagne at him, glass container and all. He clocked onto her when she stepped outside for a smoke and it wasn’t fair that he was here on one of the happiest occasions of her life, something she thought she would get to experience for herself with him. His presence was unannounced and unwelcome, and she didn’t want him to stand there and make pleasantries and try and clear the air between them like it was a glass of spilt milk. “Why would you choose her over me though?” She seethed, anger pouring out of her through her tears, “God, why would you choose anyone over me? It’s not fair! For fucks sake, it’s not fair, Chris.” “I don’t know.” She sucked in her cigarette and scowled at him, her body turned towards him ready to verbally fight, “You fucking asshole, I gave you everything, I gave you everything I possibly could and you still chose someone else.” “I was wrong, I should have chosen you. I do choose you,” Chris was quick with his apologies, always one to profusely apologise for anything he did even remotely out of sorts or character, she used to find it endearing but now it sounded pathetic and pointless and a waste of breath. “You have got to be kidding me.” The way he stepped closer to her and gently touched her arm was too much, “What? I know I shouldn’t say this but it’s true, I love you.” She yanked her arm away from him and took another drag, her head bowed as she rested her fingers on her forehead and sighed, “No you don’t, you only want me because you realised you made a mistake. You got your dick wet, realised she was far too young for you and couldn’t give you what you wanted, and realised I was more than that.” “You’re right, you are more than that. But I’ve always wanted you.” “And I always wanted you, but not anymore.” “Please don’t say that.” She was always weak for a break in his voice, this tall, built man sounding weak always made her heart clench and it was sickening how she still reacted that way, her emotions always betrayed her. “Why not? I have every right to.” “Please, no more fucking up, I’ll give you everything in return, I promise,” he begged. “You’ve promised me lots of things over the past ten years, but you shot most of them to hell when you screwed her and then left me for her, so your promises don’t mean shit.” “What can I do? I’m not above begging anymore.” “You don’t have to do anything. It won’t get you anywhere so there’s no point in trying.” He came to stand beside her once again, opening himself to her, admitting his mistakes and wanting to right his wrongs. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the worst decision he’d made was giving her up for someone he thought he wanted, but he knew the decision was wrong before he’d even made it. He still didn’t fully understand why he’d done what he’d done, he just knew he was scared of commitment and how close to marriage they felt, it was too much then, but it wasn’t now, “I’m right here - I want to fight for you.” She threw her cigarette on the floor and stomped it out furiously, before she turned to him and pointed her finger at him, her face stern and teeth clenched, “You know what? I wanted you to fight for me two years ago, I wanted you to stop me walking out of our apartment with my suitcases to tell me you were wrong and that you’d made a mistake. I wanted you to turn up at my parents’ house to beg for me to take you back. I wanted you to still call me months later trying to make up for what you did, even though you never could. I wanted you to not just give up! But you didn’t, you broke my heart, destroyed my head and my self-confidence, and you made me lose faith in love. So no, you don’t get to show up here at my best friend’s wedding, two fucking years later, to tell me how you made a mistake and that you want me back. You’re too fucking late. I miss what we had but I don’t miss you anymore. I respect myself too much now to let you back into my life. You don’t deserve me and I deserve much better than you.” She couldn’t bear to look at him any longer so she turned on her heel and started to walk away. “I don’t deserve you, I know that. I never did, maybe that’s why I let you go. But I want to make up for it, I’ll do anything you want, give you everything you could wish for. Please sweetheart.” She turned back slightly to throw him a look over her shoulder, “I can’t do this, Chris. You can’t expect me to give you another chance after what you’ve done. Just promise me one thing, if you can even keep this, treat the next girl you meet right. Don’t fuck it up. I know you have it in you to be the guy I thought you’d always be, let someone see that without hurting them. Good luck Chris, don’t let all of this Hollywood bullshit go to your head.” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Hopefully I’ve have more Chris pieces up soon that are lighter and sweeter. If you want to be added to the tags of any futures fics, drop me a message stating which ones you want to be alerted for and I’ll add your name :)

[lubdubsworld]

Yours, Truly.

Kim taehyung x OC

Surprise !! i wrote a new fic!!!!! 

Part 1

“He’s going to prison, Y/n. There’s really no way around this. Corporate espionage while working for the most ruthless CEO in the country: was your husband out of his goddamn mind? Did he honestly think he wouldn’t get caught? Taehyung is one of the smartest guys in the country . Wonho honestly fucked up big time, this time around, Y/N… I really don’t see how he’s getting out of this unscathed….” Yoongi shook his head repeatedly and I bit my lips, willing myself not to collapse entirely.

Over the course of a few days, my entire life had been thrown into complete chaos. Last week, Wonho and I had been talking about getting a new car, the one we owned now having far outlived its capability. He’d told me that he had been saving money to maybe take me out on a small vacation to Jeju Do. And we had even been talking about possibly starting a family.

But then everything had come crumbling down and now, my husband of six years was in prison, accused of stealing important product designs from his company and the CEO, Kim Taehyung , was pressing charges , seeking the maximum term.

I bit my lips, hoping desperately that Taehyung’s vicious attack had nothing to do with our history. It had been so many years since we had broken up (could I even call it that? We hadn’t even dated each other properly, had we? We’d been too young for that. Eighteen years old and floating in our own sense of self importance).

We had both been young and reckless back then, and we had made mistakes. Words had been said, cruel unforgivable but surely, surely the sting of it had faded for him just like it had for me? Did he really still resent me for what had happened?

We had both moved on, hadn’t we? It wasn’t like Tae to hold grudges.

“You don’t understand. Taehyung is a friend. He’s… we grew up together. He’s not cruel or unreasonable, he’ll understand. “I said, wishing I could believe my own words.

“He’s not unreasonable but he isn’t a fool, Y/N. Wonho shouldn’t have done what he did. I’m surprised you’re actually on his side.” Yoongi gave me a look and I flushed.

“I’m not on his side. He’s my husband, Yoongi. I can’t just leave him because he made a mistake. Everyone makes ill-advised decisions. You know that it was probably not him who decided to do this… someone tricked him into it. Wonho would never do something like that.” I said firmly.

Yoongi grunted.

“You’re right. He’s too much of a coward to come up with something like that, anyway.” He said sharply and I flinched. It was a little true. Wonho had never been brave when it came to things. But I had loved him nonetheless and I knew that he didn’t deserve to go to prison over one stupid choice. I couldn’t let that happen.

“So are you saying there’s no way we can defend him?” I asked miserably and Yoongi nodded.

“You can only talk to Taehyung and maybe convince him to go easy on him. I don’t see this turning out well for us , otherwise.”

I nodded. I’d been coming to terms with this for quite a while and I thought I was ready. I could do this. This wasn’t some awful monster. This was Taehyung. I could still remember us, together, holding hands as we picked our way through his grandmother’s fields, carefree and young. The Taehyung of my childhood had been kind and handsome and so beautifully generous.

Surely, he couldn’t have changed that much?

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As I rode the elevator, up to the fifty sixth floor, I gazed out of the glass doors, the bustling offices, the employees as they rushed about the busy day. The place looked like something out of a movie, the towering pillars and polished furnishings letting everyone know just how big Kim Corp., was . And Taehyung was the undisputed king of this sprawling, successful empire. I stared around the men and women , who rushed about doing their duty and I wondered how Wonho had ever been so foolish. It wasn’t like him to be so reckless. All our lives, we had lived boring drab lives. Cautious in every decision and in every life choice. How did the man decide that it was okay to betray the company that had done so much for him.

Wonho had joined Kim corp., as an intern, when we had both been seniors in college . Back then, Taheyung’s elder brother Namjoon had been running the company temporarily and Tae himself had been studying abroad to take over the company. Wonho hadn’t been the smartest guy but he had always been a really hard worker and the company hadn’t ended his internship and instead they had offered him a position as a junior engineer. He had been twenty two then. And now, seven years later, Wonho had just thrown it all into the dust heap because he couldn’t resist temptation.

I felt the first bit of resentment, coupled with anger.

Did he not care about me? About us? About how his actions would affect our marriage? How could anyone be so foolish and irresponsible?

I gripped the strap of my bag a little tighter, trying to ground myself. I was so nervous and just a little scared. What if he didn’t even remember me? God that would be embarrassing.

“Mr. Kim is free for an hour right now. You can meet him immediately.” The young lady standing next to me gave me a bright smile, eyes warm and kind. She had introduced herself as Taehyung’s secretary and on the ride up; she had shown me a couple of pictures of her dog, and her two toddlers.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, revealing a large open plan office, with sprawling free space, tasteful furniture and glass walls all over. I glanced automatically at the corner office, where, sure enough , a tall strapping figure stood facing away from us, bent over a sideboard.

I swallowed nervously.

I hadn’t seen Taehyung in a long time. At least a year or so just physically. Wonho and Taehyung didn’t really run in the same circles and the only two occasions we’d met had been during formal office parties and even then, we hadn’t ever exchanged words. Taehyung was always surrounded by his board members or his gorgeous model girlfriend , Yeonhee.

We hadn’t spoken in close to a decade.

I bowed politely as his secretary left, taking a deep breath before cautiously making my way to the entrance to his office. He straightened when I knocked politely and as always, I felt the breath get punched out of my lung at the sight of him.

Taehyung was frighteningly beautiful and I wondered how people stayed next to him on a day to day basis. His good looks, his tall strapping stature and the deep, deep tenor of his voice all screamed intimidation.

“I thought Sia was mistaken. It really is you. Long time , huh? ” He said after a minute of just staring at me.

I licked my lips nervously.

“Hello, Tae.” I said softly and he smiled a little.

“Come in. Take a seat.” He turned on his heel, moving to stand behind the huge oak desk that took over most of the space in his office. I watched as he leaned against the polished surface, fingers playing with his cufflinks as he continued to stare at me, eyes roving over my face, the modest cut of my dress and down to my hands, as they lay clasped on my lap. His gaze lingered on the simple white band of my wedding ring and I noticed the way he swallowed , looking back up at me with an unreadable look on his face.

I bit my lips for a second and decided to just do what I’d come here for.

“you probably know what this is about… “ I began softly but he held a hand up.

“Is this about your husband. Y/N… He leaked information about a product I haven’t even patented yet. If my team hadn’t caught it so fast, I could have ended up losing billions of dollars.” He said shortly.

I stared down at my knees, embarrassed.

“I’m … I know you have every right to be mad. I just…. I want you to know that Wonho would never do something like that on his own. Someone put him up to it, I’m sure of it… I just…”

Taehyung scoffed.

“you’re right. Someone did put him up to it. But that still doesn’t change the fact that he chose to go through with it. He chose to steal. And choices have consequences.” He said shortly.

“Taehyung, please… I know you’re upset but please go easy on him, I swear he didn’t mean it, please could you just-“

“Before you continue, I want you to know that nothing you say is going to change my mind about pressing charges. I’m trying to do the right thing here. Your husband did something criminal and downright sleazy but I don’t want his name dragged through the mud . “ He stopped and his eyes softened, gaze warm as he looked at me.

He continued with a much gentler tone.

“I’m doing it for you , Y/N. You’re …someone special to me and I respect you enough to not put you through the every public scandal of having a criminal for a husband. So I’m being generous.  If he doesn’t put up a fight, he can just serve his time, maybe even less than ten years and he can be out on parole even earlier. I’m not being cruel. In fact, I think I’m being way more reasonable than I ought to be…”

I nodded. It felt rude to pursue the subject when he was being so nice about the whole thing. And deep down, I knew he was right.

I stood up slowly and hesitated a little.

“I’m really… I’m sorry we had to meet this way. I’m very proud of you, Tae.” I said genuinely and he smiled levelly.

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, you’ll always be special.” He said voice deep and low. It tugged on my heartstrings and I had a sudden overwhelming urge to cry. Long and hard.

“You’re… you’re special too.” I said.

“Take good care of yourself, Y/N.” He said gently and I nodded before turning and walking out of the door.

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When I reached home, fumbling with my bag for the keys to our shared apartment, I found Yoongi sitting on the small wall on the side, feet tapping impatiently on the floor and he jumped down when he saw me, eyes serious and mouth set in a straight line.

“Yoongi? What’s wrong?” I said confused and he swore a little.

“Your husband is a bigger son of a bitch than I thought!” He said urgently.

I frowned.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“We can’t talk about this here. Come on, let’s go in.” Yoongi grabbed the key out of my hand and fumbled with the key. Once the door was opened, I followed him in , heart racing .

“What happened? What’s wrong?” I said desperately and he groaned sinking into the couch.

“Y/N, before I start, please tell me you have an account of your own with money saved. “ He whispered and I felt my stomach turn over nervously.

“What? No… of course not. I’m… Wonho and I had a joint account , what’s wrong?”

Yoongi stared at me.

“your account is empty.” He said bluntly and I froze.

“what?”

“Your account. There’s nothing in it. The guy’s bankrupt.”

“Yoongi what are you even talking about? We’re.. We were supposed to be buying a car, and going on a vacation. He told me he saved money and stuff .” I stared at him in complete confusion.

“Y/N…listen to me carefully. He was cheating on you for a long time.” He whispered , reaching out and wrapping an arm around me.

I laughed in disbelief.

“What? That’s impossible..” I said sutomatically staring at him .

“I had to go through all his finances and he spent all his money on this woman . “ He grabbed his briefcase and fumbled with it before pulling out a file. He slid it to me and I stared at the papers. Pages on pages of bank transactions. I stared at the vendors.

Dior, Gucci , Tiffany’s.

Expensive restaurants. Resorts. Fashion Boutiques. Salons. Car rental places.

I could only stare .

“What…who?” I whispered, confused and utterly thrown. It felt like someone had ripped the ground right from under my feet and I couldn’t draw in my next breath. This couldn’t be real. There was no way Wonho would cheat on me. Calm, placid Wonho who called me baby and loved me with his whole heart. Who made me pancakes in the morning and piggy backed me across the beach every weekend.

There was no way my husband would cheat on me. The very idea of it was insane. Wonho was so awkward and gentle. How would he even…

“it gets worse…” Yoongi said softly and I stared at him.

“Worse?”

“The woman he’s been seeing, she’s the one who made him steal all that data from the servers . she’s the daughter of one of Taehyung’s rival companies apparently. The girl is in college. And he’s taken an insane amount of loans from different places. Apparently she has a thing for sport cars and he’s rented a bunch of them over the past six months.”

I felt bile rise up inside me in a rush and had to clamp my hand over my mouth before running to the bathroom. I hurled into the porcelain sink, my stomach emptying of its content and my gut twisted in pain and betrayal.

Wonho cheated on me. He cheated on me with some woman and possibly destroyed my whole life in the process.

I took a deep shuddering breath, flinching when I felt Yoongi’s soothing touch on my back.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He said gently and I stared at him.

“How bad is it?”I whispered.

“It’s bad. Y/N. You’re going to have to give up most of your possessions, the car and also the apartment.”

I whimpered in disbelief. I had been paying the mortgage on our modest but beautiful apartment for well over six years now. Every Won of my salary had gone into the apartment. Into maintaining it, setting it up, and making a home out of it.

He had destroyed everything.

“What do I do?” I said desperately. “ I can’t… I have nowhere else to go… Yoongi… “

“First things first. We’re filing for divorce and cutting him off. You don’t want to get roped into this anymore, Y/N…”

“Wait..no…” I said softly and he stared at me like I was crazy.

“What do you mean, no?” He said sharply and I swallowed.

“I… I need to see him. I need to meet him, please…” I begged. Maybe it was all a mistake. A misunderstanding? It could be right? Maybe it was some kind of identity theft or something. Maybe it wasn’t Wonho who did all those terrible things. These things happened, right? It was possible.

Yoongi just looked at me. Then he sighed deeply.

“He’s still being investigated. We can see him, but Taehyung’s lawyer is probably going to be present.” He said. “it’s better that way actually.”

I nodded. It didn’t matter.

I just had to see his face. I had to look him in the eye and hear him say it wasn’t true. That it was all just a mistake.

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“He doesn’t want to see you.”

I just stared at the man, not understanding.

“What do you mean, he’s my husband ….I want to see him…” I said angrily.

“Well, he wanted me to inform you that he’ll be filing for divorce and that he’s also going to get another lawyer. As of today, Min Yoongi ssi, you will be taken off the case.”

“Well, good riddance.” Yoongi muttered under his breath next to me. “ Y/N… let’s go…”

“No!! I can’t just….!! “ I felt myself struggling to keep my composure. “ He’s my husband!! I was married to him for seven fucking years!! He … He just … He cheated on me and he emptied out all my money …. I need an explanation!!”

The man gave me an unimpressed look.

“Lady, I hate being involved but you should make yourself scarce. He’s got another woman in there with him and if you go in there, you’re only going to get hurt.”

“She’s… she’s there?” I whispered, wilting. Oh, God …I’d never suspected. Never even dreamed. Had I been that big of a fool?

The man nodded.

“She’s paying for his defence. Or at least that’s what she’s saying. You should cut your losses and get away from him. He seems like bad news.” The man said shortly, before turning and leaving.

I just stood there , staring after him.

“Hey.. Y/n… listen to me. He’s right. We need to get away from the guy. If you get involved things are goin g to get messy. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go yes?”

I nodded bleakly staring at my feet as I walked away.

Seven years, I thought blankly.

It took less than two days to destroy something I had spent seven years building.

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Late that night, I sat on the couch, head buried in my hands as I stared at the bills in front of me. My husband had sold a lot of things and I was essentially without a home and a car but Yoongi had removed my name from most of the other loans. He had contacts and he used them well, which meant that I wasn’t liable for all the money my husband borrowed against his own name.

But it still left me helpless.

I didn’t have enough money to rent another apartment. The money I made right now, as a secretary at one of the printing presses downtown,  about now was no match to what my bills would be , if I had to live somewhere close to the office and buy groceries and pay my bills too.

It was a disaster.

I stayed hunched over my knees , wondering how I could dig myself out of this gutter when my phone buzzed.

I glanced at it curiously.

The number was unfamiliar.

“Hello?” I said confused.

“Y/N?” Taehyung’s voice was hesitant and distinct, my mind making the connection at once.

“Tae?”

“You recognized me?” There was a bit of a pleased tone in his voice. “ I just… my lawyer told me what happened today? How are you holding up?”

I stared at the papers on my table, a nice testament to how my life was currently in shambles.

“I’m…fine I guess. I didn’t see it coming.” I laughed nervously.

“He’s asick son of a bitch. I’m going to pummel him into the ground. Just wait.” Taehyung said stiffly and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“Tae, please….”

“I’m serious. I almost broke his fucking jaw when I heard…. That fucking imbecile… Who in their right mind would cheat on-“ He stopped , as though he had said too much and I felt warmth bloom inside me.

“I’m okay. I’ll be okay…”

Taehyung didn’t respond for a second.

“I spoke to Yoongi hyung too…” He said softly.

“Oh…? Oh yeah. I forgot you guys know each other too…” I said apologetically.

“Yeah… Y/N… i… I have an offer and it may be silly but , please you should consider it.”

I frowned.

“Offer?”

“Yoongi told me that you’re looking for an apartment and a way to pay your bills. Your current job isn’t exactly the best, pay-wise?”

I flushed, suddenly upset.

“Yoongi had no business telling you that.. it’s not… It’s my own problem…” I said swiftly.

“No, no…it’s not his fault…he just mentioned it because of something I told him…”

“What?”

“I’m looking for a live-in housekeeper.” Taehyung said hesitantly . I straightened.

“You’re-“

“You’ll have food and lodging for free , in addition to your salary. You don’;t have to do much other than supervise the maids and make sure my meals are cooked on time and run my budget for the monthly expenses. Pay the workers and all that. It’s a relatively simple job and I was hoping…”

I took a deep breath.

“I can’t live with you Taehyung…” I rasped out, my voice breaking.

He was quiet for a second.

“I… I know we have a bit of a history, Y/N…but I really care about you and I hope you’ll reconsider. And it won’t be just me. You know Yeonhee lives with me right?” He said softly.

Somehow that just made the whole thing ten times worse.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I said swiftly. I remembered the few times I had seen Taehyung with his girlfriend. Each time my heart had hurt. I really didn’t need front row tickets to their love life. It sounded like the worst kind of masochism.

Taehyung was silent.

“the offer still stands. Please think about it , angel.” He said gently.

I felt my stomach lurch at the long forgotten name.  A flash of memory that was just too painful to dwell on.

“Tae… Don’t call me that.” I whispered , feeling the tears sting.

“I’ll call you again after a couple of days, okay? Think about it.” He said softly before hanging up.

I stared at the floor in complete defeat. I’d forgotten how hard it was to say no to Kim Taehyung.

[nightwingswing]

“The Two Spains” (Boombshells! Jason Todd x Hispanic! Reader) (Part 1/?)

Hello my lil’ wings!!

I promise soon will come all these hc I promised! And also, the next part of “Stop that wedding!”

so today I discovered that Jason in boomshells is an basque spanish boy! 

And his brief story was settled in the spanish civil war. So being the history buff i am...I had to give this a chance!

So i hope you enjoy this!

This part is longer and more history settled (sorry for the history leson xdd) so you dont get lost. The next part will be more dinamic and romantic. The reader is settled to be a valencian girl, as I know the language and also i know more about how the war was lived there. My grandparents have told me about how it was.

Btw, so you know a bit more about me, Im spanish! Valencian to be more exact. 

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @wonderlace19 @totallovelesson @algentforthewin @crazyfreckledginger @electra-writes33

If you want to be taged in this or any of my other fics message me anytime!

Also,let me know in the coments your thoughs and if this fic deserves a second part!

(Also, Im sorry if any of the Euskera words are wrong, I do not speak Euskera. Tell me if there is anything wrong so i can correct it!)

now,

enjoy!

[17/10/1936 | Euskadi, Spain. | Nightime]

*BAM!*

Your eyes opened in alarm as you heard the strong sound.

“SHH!”

You tiptoed over your toys on the ground to get to the door, where you slightly looked out to see what had made that sound.

You saw your father, talking in hushed tones to your mother.  Worry painted her skin pale. Her eyes wide as she and your dad listened close to the wavering, echoing, hushed radio. Your father fist was closed tightly as you closed your eyes to listen intently.

“- Pamplona, Burgos, Zaragoza, Valladolid, Cádiz, Córdoba, Y finalmente Sevilla han apoyado el pronunciamiento del grupo militar de José Sanjurjo. El gobierno-”

[Pamplona, Burgos, Zaragoza, Valladolid, Cádiz, Córdoba, and finally Seville have supported the “pronunciamiento” (a declaration of military opposition) by José Sanjurjo’s military group. The government-]

“¡MIERDA! ¡JODER!” [SHIT! FUCK!] Your father said frustrated. Your mother quickly hushed him, as she saw your cowering form on the doorframe.

“Jason? nire maitea [my dear] Did you have a nightmare? “Your mother smiled as she came to pick you up. You hugged her neck “Let’s get you back to bed” She petted your back as you looked at your father, who looked at you with a dark glance. You hided your face in your mother’s soft neck as she entered your room once again.

“Ama” [mom] you said with a quivering voice. “Why was aita [dad] so mad?”  Her smile faltered as she covered you with your thin cotton sheet.

“It’s nothing you should worry about mi bebe [my baby] Now sleep, my dear. You have school tomorrow.” She brushed your hair back as she kissed your forehead. “gau ona, nire maitea.” [good night, my dear]

“Gau ona,ama” You smiled as your eyes fluttered closed.

What you didn’t know is that it was the beginning of the end.

//♡\\

[ 18/10/1936 | Valéncia, Spain. | Morning]

The sweet smell of chocolate made your eyes fluttered open.

You smiled as the gentle face and warm smile of your mother greeted you.

“Good morning, Carinyet.” [ my darling] She smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, mami.” [mommy] You smiled. “I did. I dreamed of being in the countryside with grandma again!” Your mother smile widened as she brushed you (h/c) hair to the side. Big bags under her eyes as she hugged you tightly.

“Mami? Something wrong?” You asked, hugging her back.

“n-no, perla [my pearl] …just get dressed and join us downstairs.” She smiled.

“Okay!” You smiled innocently. Your mother exited the room as your thirteen-year-old body carried you to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and changed to your thin but warm (f/c) dress, you put your old weathered shoes on and skipped downstairs.

You greeted your dad and your sibling as you took your seat next to your mother.

The sound of the radio harmonized your breakfast as you all keep silent eating your food. Meanwhile, you zoomed out the news as you looked at your parents face intently.

Your father face looked tired, heavy bags under his eyes. He was dressed in his uniform, it looked a bit out of place, his tie was fumbled as his normally slicked back (h/c) hair was all over the place.

When his (e/c) eyes made contact with yours you looked away to your plate. After eating, your mother coughed to get your attention.

“You all know…how dad works in the army right?” she smiled, holding your fathers hand. “Well…you see…um…y-yesterday-y um..something…big..happened…and ah..we..” her unwavering (e/c) gaze locked into yours put you on edge as your father hugged her shoulder. She sighed heavily as you father spoke.

“We are moving.”

“What?” said your sibling. “Why?!”

“The reason why is not…important right now. We are leaving in two days. We are moving to Castilla La mancha.” His eyes looked into yours as they filled with sorrow. “(y/n) …you will stay with your grandmother okay? She will come pick you up tomorrow.”

“W-what?” you said as your eyes filled with tears.

“WHY?! WHY CAN’T SHE COME WITH US?!” Your sibling yelled, getting up from their spot.

“ITS SAFER FOR HER TO STAY HERE! SHE CAN’T COME WITH US. IT’S NOT GOING TO BE PRETTY!” Your father yelled back.

“IM NOT GOING WITHOUT HER!” He yelled back, your father got up as he slapped your sibling’s cheek. You let out a sob as your mother ran to hug you. You hugged back tightly, soaking in her warmness. As you breathed her essence deeply you heard your sibling’s heavy angry steps upstairs. You pulled away from your mom as you followed them upstairs.

You could hear their sobs as you opened their door silently, you peeked your head and with a soft voice asked:

“(tete [bro]/teta[sis])? Can I come in?” You asked softly. They wiped their tears as they sat on the bed.

“come here” they smiled softly as you ran to their arms.  They hugged you tightly. “I promise I will come to find you.”

You smiled. “I know (tete/teta)…I will wait for you to come for me.” You smiled, kissing their tears. They smiled back as they untied the thin chain around their neck, hanging from it a little old white-pink shell.

“Remember this?” They smiled. “You made it for my birthday when you were a small baby.” They smiled and put it around your neck, tying it softly as you looked at it. “You said it was so I could remember you forever… now it’s yours. It’s a promise, that I will come for you.” They smiled, hugging you.

“Wait!” You said, pulling away from the hug and running to your room. Your loud steps resonated on the house as you came back quickly. You smiled cheekily as you showed them a wool (f/c) wristband. You tied it around their right wrist and smiled.

“This is my promise to you that I’ll be there when you come to get me!” You both smiled as you melted in a loving hug.

//♡\\

[19/10/1936 | Valéncia, Spain | Midday]

You sat on the window chair, bathing in the warm sun. Your Ausiàs March book rested on your lap.

It was the one of the few books you could own. A present from your grandfather.

You sighs as your favorite poem was presented before you, it’s pages slightly broken, your smile widen as you take a deep breath and start reading out loud your favorite poem:

XLVI

Veles e vents han mos desigs complir

faent camins dubtosos per la mar.

Mestre i ponent contra d’ells veig armar:

xaloc, llevant los deuen subvenir

ab llurs amics lo grec e lo migjorn,

fent humils precs al vent tramuntanal

que en son bufar los sia parcial

e que tots cinc complesquen mon retorn.

[Let wind conspire with sail to give me what I long for, carrying me across the sea's perilous highways! Even now I can see the winds from the West and North-West gathering hostile forces: the Sirocco and theSouth-Western must hold them back, enlisting the help of their allies, the North-Eastern and the Midi, and humbly imploring the North wind to lend its support, so that all five of them blowing together may bring about my return.]

Bullirà·l mar com la cassola en forn,

mudant color e l’estat natural,

e mostrarà voler tota res mal

que sobre si atur un punt al jorn.

Grans e pocs peixs a recors correran

e cercaran amagatalls secrets;

fugint al mar on són nodrits e fets,

per gran remei en terra eixiran. 

[The ocean will bubble like a pot of stew taken to the baker's oven to cook, changing colour and losing its natural form as it seethes. Anything that ventures upon it, even for a single moment, will feel the force of its rage, and all the fish beneath will rush for shelter to secret hiding-places. But in the end they too will have to abandon the very sea which spawned and nurtured them and, in utter desperation, leap out on to dry land.]

Los pelegrins tots ensems votaran

e prometran molts dons de cera fets;

la gran paor traurà al llum los secrets

que al confés descoberts no seran.

En lo perill no·m caureu de l’esment,

ans votaré al Déu qui·ns ha lligats

de no minvar mes fermes voluntats

e que tots temps me sereu de present.

[There's not a pilgrim on my ship who will not call upon Heaven, making vows and promises of countless votive offerings of wax. Sheer terror will force out secrets that not even the confessor has learned. But in the midst of this danger, I shall think only of you, and I shall make my vow to that same God who joined us never to weaken in my resolve, and to keep you constantly in my thoughts.]

Jo tem la mort per no ser-vos absent,

perquè amor per mort és anul·lats;

mas jo no creu que mon voler sobrats

pusca ésser per tal departiment.

Jo só gelós de vostre escàs voler

que, jo morint, no meta mi en oblit.

Sol est pensar me tol del món delit

car, nós vivint, no creu se pusca fer:

[ I fear death only because it would mean absence from you, and because death blots out love. Not that I think that even such a separation could vanquish my desire. Rather, the fear that preys on me is that you do not desire me as you ought, so that, should I die, you would never think of me again. Even though it seems impossible that I should be less than happy while we both live, there is one thought that makes me wretched:]

aprés ma mort d’amar perdau poder

e sia tost en ira convertit,

e jo, forçat d’aquest món ser eixit,

tot lo meu mal serà vós no veer.

Oh Déu, ¿per què terme no hi ha en amor,

car prop d’aquell jo·m trobara tot sol?

Vostre voler sabera quant me vol,

tement, fiant, de tot l’avenidor.

[ that you would no longer be able to love me once I was dead, and that you would soon find your love turning to hate. As for me, driven from this world, I would feel no other torment than to be unable to look upon you. Oh God, if only there were bounds to love—for I alone among lovers would have almost reached them by now. Then, instead of being by turns full of fear and hope for all that the future might hold, I would know for sure how much love your heart harbors for me.]

Jo són aquell pus extrem amador

aprés d’aquell a qui Déu vida tol.

Puis jo són viu, mon cor no mostra dol

tant com la mort per sa extrema dolor.

A bé o mal d’amor jo só dispost,

mas per mon fat fortuna cas no·m porta.

Tot esvetlat, ab desbarrada porta,

me trobarà faent humil respost.

[ No one has ever taken his love to greater extremes than I—except those who have given their lives for its sake. While I continue to live, I cannot offer as much proof of my heart's suffering as I could by dying. I am prepared for whatever love has in store for me, good or bad. But Fortune has not yet revealed what my fate is to be. When she does, she will find me waiting up, my gates unbarred, ready to do her bidding humbly.]

Jo desig ço que·m porà ser gran cost

i aquest esper de molts mals m’aconhorta.

A mi no plau ma vida ser estorta

d’un cas molt fer, qual prec Déu sia tost;

lladoncs les gents no·ls calrà donar fe

al que amor fora mi obrarà;

lo seu poder en acte·s mostrarà

e los meus dits ab los fets provaré.

[ The very thing I pray will happen could cost me dear, and yet this same hope consoles me in my great suffering. In that fearful event, with which I pray God will provide me soon, I do not want my life to be spared. When that hour comes, people will see the outer signs of love in me, and will not need to take my word alone. Love's potentiality will be revealed in act, and I shall have proved my words with deeds.]

Amor, de vós jo·n sent més que no·n sé,

de què la part pijor me’n romandrà,

e de vós sap lo qui sens vós està.

A joc de daus vos acompararé.

[ Love, if only I understood you as much as I feel you! As things are, I'll be left with only that part of you that's no good to anyone. Nobody can know you for what you are until he is free of you. What can I compare you with, except a game of dice?]

As you sigh you heard soft claps, you turned to the door and saw your grandmother. She smiled warmly at you.

“You did so great my darling!” the old woman smiled. “you have an amazing voice!”

“¡Iaia!” [ grandma!] You yelled excitedly as you ran to hug her. Her frail arms surrounded you in her warmness. You smiled as your nostrils smelled that familiar smell mixed with the smell of flowers.

“La meua xicoteta pit-roig…” [my little robin] She smiled, brushing your hair. “ Don’t worry, you and I will have a lot of fun on the town.”

“But…(s/n)….(he/she)..” You started tearing up as she wiped them away.

“shhh, (he/she) will come back after everything passed…” she cooed

“but, iaia…what’s going on?” you sniffled.

“(Y/n)” Your father breathed. He was hugging your mother waist tightly. You mother looked on the verge of tears, her arms holding your father weakly, you were sure if your father wasn’t holding her she would be on her knees. Your grandma let you go to hug her daughter, who softly started sobbing and whispering to her. Your father came to you and kneel, hugging you tightly. His uniform felt cool to the touch, his hair tickled your temple as he let out a restrained sob.

“Be careful…” He whispered. “We will come for you soon. Just…be careful…”

“I will, papi…” You sniffled as you hugged him tightly. “Just…promise me whatever is going on…you’ll come back home.” You voice broke slightly as you said the last words.

“I will…” he smiled sadly. “I promise.” You hugged him tightly. Your mother broke to tears as your sibling and grandmother held her.

All of you knew he may not be able to hold his promise at all.

//♡\\

Spain then was broken in two, the known as rebel zone and the republican zone. Families alike where separated by war.

 On Thursday July 23rd a National Defense Board, which would be set up the next day in Burgos. Their Decreet No. 1 established that it assumed "all the powers of the State" and that it would represent the country before foreign powers, although in the following weeks no country recognized it and continued to consider Spain's legitimate government the leftist republican José Giral. Franco was chosen as chief military commander at a meeting of ranking generals at Salamanca on 21 September, now called by the title Generalísimo. Two days after relieving the siege of Alcazáe, Franco proclaimed himself Caudillo ("chieftain", the Spanish equivalent of the Italian Duce and the German Führer -meaning: 'director') 

 On 1 October 1936, General Franco was confirmed head of state and armies in Burgos. 

They were aided by Portugal, the Nazi Germany and fascist Italy, the second made of Spain their laboratory for their  world war II weapons.

On July 27, 1936, the first Italian aircraft squadron sent by Benito Mussolini arrived in Spain.

  //♡\\

[27/10/1936 | Euskadi, Spain. | Daytime]

“Kabenzotz!” He yelled as he held his red beanie tightly. He ran between the crowded streets. He bit his lip as he hided behind a group of nuns when he saw his father and his group exit a bar, the shotguns clearly shining on their backs. The nuns sensed his discomfort and stayed put until he saw his father turn the corner. He thanked them and keep running.

He was walking towards his hideout as he clutched a note tightly.

His teacher, Miss Echevarria who knew him since he was practically a toddler had pulled him aside. She knew his family, and she knew how lonely Jason was during the day. She told him she had an old friend whose sister was going to be isolated just like him, she told him they had sorted that both of them needed a friend…so why not them?

Jason sat on the dusty ground as he pulled the note open. It had a small note from his to be pen pal.

He pulled his old notebook and his pen as he read the small smuggled note.

Hola!

Hello stranger, my sibling told me you were going to be my friend?

Well. This is kind of weird as I don’t know if this will arrive to you.

But my name is (y/n) (l/n) I live in Valencia. I’m 14 years old and I like (f/sport), reading and (f/h). I hope we become good friends! Ill be waiting your response giddy!

Que tinges un bon dia! [Hope you have a good day]

-(y/n)

Jason smiled as he pulled the note on his pocket. He put his notebook on his lap as he started writing.

Kaixo! [hello!]

Its nice to meet you! I did receive the note yes! My teacher Miss Echevarria gave it to me!

My name is Jason, Jason Todd! I live in Vizcaya! But I want to see more than my small town! I like adventure, reading and poetry!

Um…could you tell me something about your town? I’ve heard the Mediterranean Sea is very blue and calm! And that you got some pretty flowers too!

I do hope we can become friends! You make me feel less alone!

Waiting eager for your answer!

Agur! zaindu! [Goodbye! Take care!]

-Jason

The next day, Jason gave his note to a noticeably tired and paler Miss Echevarria, who smiled at him and saved his note on her bag.

Later that day, his note was send through the mail.

“Soon” both of them smiled.

Even if the country was breaking, their bond wouldn’t.

As love had just bloomed.

(So, what do you think?? Do you think i should write a part 2?)

[theliterarywolf]

Open up your eyes..!

See the world from where I stand!

Be among the mighty

Encaged at my command..!

I actively stopped watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic at the end of the third season. I felt that the climax of granting 'Alicorn/Princess status' to a character who carelessly made a mistake and harmed all of her friends but managed to haphazardly fix it through a single song was more than a little off-putting and the introduction of the Equestria Girls IP was another splinter in my finger.

I've watched a few episodes of latter seasons here and there, but I never gained back the original passion I had for the show. However, I did always make the promise to myself that if there was an actual theatrical release based on Friendship is Magic (not any vapid EqG nonsense, actual Friendship is Magic ponies) that I would go see it.

Earlier this year, Hasbro announced that we would be getting just that and, even though at first I was skeptical, I eventually did see something that made me remember my promise.

This pony design right here.

So, now that the Mane Six have their big-screen debut in this film, is it an dynamic finish? Or will it leave you hating pastel colors and butt-tattoos like the more cynical internet audience has been saying? Let's read on. There will also be spoilers in this write-up, so if you want to go into the movie raw or are in a country that won't be getting the film until later, I would suggest holding off.

First and foremost, whoever decided to start the movie off with that Hana Zuki: Full of Treasures short needs to be punched in the God damn throat. Mein Gott, that was annoying. And I was excited for that show, too, but if the quality of the short (aside from admittedly good animation) is anything to go by, I'm definitely reconsidering.

Onward to the main movie, after a twilight sparkle shimmers the movie title into existence, we get a squad of pegasi flying through the air above Canterlot (CANTERLOT, not PONYVILLE like a lot of reviews I've seen say) to a rendition of We Got the Beat rewritten for an equine-set.

Which is odd, considering the fate of the last pop song to be rewritten for Ponies.

Anyway, after a few ponies talk up the calm nature and organization skills of their residing Princess of Friendship, the camera pans over to Twilight Sparkle freaking about organizing a Festival. She seeks out assistance from the four other reigning Princesses of Equestria: Celestia of the Sun, Luna of the Moon, and Cadence of...

The Aurora Borealis?

Yes, um, call me still confused because, I know that Cadence resides in the Crystal Empire which is in the north, but in her introductory special (A Canterlot Wedding), she was pretty much built up as the Princess of Love: a good counterbalance to Twilight being Princess of Friendship (since both are differing types of Love, according to the Grecian scale).

That also leads into one of the few qualms I had with the film. Twilight goes into a mathematic spiel about how she wants the Princesses who control the ELEMENTS OF NATURE to readjust the skies to get better lighting... for a concert.

To do a brief aside, one of the compliments I would often see given to the first Equestria Girls movie was that 'oh, it gave us a refresh and Twilight had to start from scratch'. Twilight in that movie was asinine.

MLP: The Movie does a character refresh in a much better, believable way. We see Twilight nervous and going back to old behaviors, because she is taking on new pressures that stand with her royal status: not just because she's going to high school.

So after that plan goes bust, she goes to check on her friends who insist that everything will be fine...

And then shit hits the fan with the arrival of our antagonists du jour: the forces of the Storm King.

And, I'm just going to say it now: you could have taken out the actual Storm King entirely, just left it that Tempest controlled this dark army and all of its influences, and you would not have had a worse movie for it.

Aside from some Ham, the Storm King really adds nothing to the film other than the 'this is the villain you can actually hate, Tempest and the other Storm Forces are just traumatized and misunderstood'.

Aside from the little Honey Badger shit played by Michael Pena. He's... He's Olaf from Frozen, he's literally just Olaf from Frozen without a song.

So Tempest, our dark pony with a broken horn, stakes her claim on Canterlot by encasing Celestia, Luna, and Cadence in stone (a series staple at this point, I guess; you could have just put them into eternal slumber or something) while Twilight and the Mane Six are able to escape thanks to the sacrifice of a certain muffin-loving pegasus.

They then figure that they have to go South to find the Queen of the Hippos (misunderstandings are great...) and after an admittedly amusing desert sequence (heatstroke!Rarity is best Rarity), they end up in a town of frankly unflattering fish and lizard people who nearly rob and sell them before a smooth-talking cat comes up and saves them...

Only to try and sell them himself to absolve a debt.

And after Rarity fixed his sleeves too, the asshole!

So Tempest tracks them down and they have to flee onto an airship because, remember, Equestria is a Steampunk society in all but name. They are soon found by the avian employees of the airship who are former pirates who have had their freedom clipped by the Storm King. After a rousing song number from Rainbow Dash (I say rousing but,.. we'll get to the songs later) the avians regain their pirate-blood and aim to celebrate...

UNTIL RAINBOW RUINS EVERYTHING WITH A GOD-DAMNED SONIC RAINBOOM.

I'm a bit harsh here, and I know the movie needed more conflict (things can't be too easy) but you have poor Twilight pleading 'No! NO RAINBOOM!' and Rainbow does it anyway.

So Tempest, of course, finds them (still with MC Scatcat in tow because, why not?) and even though Twilight manages to get the Mane Six out of the ship, Tempest destroys the ship and leaves everyone on it, and MC Scatcat (I know he has a name, it doesn't matter) for dead.

After climbing up a mountain that causes Rarity to have a breakdown, they make their way to the kingdom that they needed to find just to find it empty. However, after more hijinks, they find their way underwater to find the

MOTHERFUCKING SEAPONIES, AT LAST!!

Which is weird, because they were supposed to be looking for Hippogryphs: hybrids made from the love between horses and gryphins.

They... don't say that in the movie, that's the actual Grecian origin story of Hippogryphs.

Well, heh heh heh... Heh heh heh. HEH HEH HEH!!

Little bit of rant-time here: I have been WAITING for MOTHERFUCKING SEAPONIES to show up in the G4 setting for YEARS but, aside from a single picture in a coloring book somewhere, I never got it. So, I went into this movie thinking: MOTHERFUCKING SEAPONIES, YAASS!

But, no! It turns out that the MOTHERFUCKING SEAPONIES are actually the Hippogryphs in disguise a la Legend of Zelda: The Windwaker.

MEGAN! YOU TEASE!!

The Hippogryph designs are nice though, I'll give them that.

But, walking back a bit, this is the part of the movie where Twilight Sparkle goes off the deep-end into 'Bitch, what are you doing – STOP!' territory.

At this point, Twilight is understandably desperate to find a way to save Equestria. This is fine. But the Queen of the Hippogryphs (who sounds way too much like Whoopi Goldberg, even though I know who actually voices her) doesn't want to risk the Storm King getting access to the magic she's been hiding all of these decades. This is fine.

AND THEN TWILIGHT SPARKLE RUINS EVERYTHING! WHICH IS NOT FINE!!

She tricks the other Mane Six into cheering up the Princess of the Hippogryphs while she, the Princess of GOD-DAMN FRIENDSHIP, tries to steal the source of magic keeping the Hippogryphs ALIVE.

And, yeah, you could write it off as just: 'Oh, it's the powerful magic that the Queen wants to protect from the Storm King'. But, no! If you think about it, this magic is the only thing keeping the Hippogryphs alive down there because they have to go up for food! They need magic! They have to transform again to live underwater after hunting! They need magic!

TWILIGHT SPARKLE WAS ABOUT TO KILL THESE FUCKERS!

So, it's no wonder that once they're kicked out of the Queen's stronghold, Twilight's friends tear her a new one.

AND THEN TWILIGHT SPARKLE RUINS EVERYTHING! AGAIN! BY BLOWING UP AT PINKIE IN A SCENE THAT COULD HAVE ONLY BEEN MADE WORSE IF SHE HAD YELLED AT FLUTTERSHY!

So they split up and Twilight has her own breakdown which results in Tempest capturing her and hauling ass back to Equestria.

While on the trip back, Twilight tries to pull the 'why are you doing this to me? You're a girl/a pony/my race, just like me' card. To which Tempest responds with what is, essentially, the only 100% good song in the movie. SIA's Rainbow is fine, but Open Up Your Eyes is where most of the effort went to: just like This Day Aria in A Canterlot Wedding.

Actually, let me take this moment to talk about the songs.

They're... eh. Aside from the Off to See the World, Rainbow, and Open Your Eyes, I think Ingram has hit his plateau with this franchise.

Seriously, though, I need covers of Open Up Your Eyes stat.

Anyway, Tempest brings Twilight to the Storm King who proceeds to siphon away the magic of the four Princesses and proceeds to wreck shit up.

But, just when things seem their worst, the rest of the Mane Six, the Pirates, MC Scatcat, and the Hippogryph Princess come to fight. The Storm King whips up a storm to stop them and Tempest pleads with him to uphold his end of the bargain: her services in exchange for the restoration of her horn.

In a twist that I predicted and everyone could see coming, the Storm King basically says 'Fuck that, Fuck you, me have staff now!'

The storm soon spins out of control and the Storm King loses the staff. Both he and Twilight go into the storm to get it but Twilight is the one who comes out victorious. After a tearful reunion amongst the Mane Six, the Storm King attempts to turn them all into stone but Tempest sacrifices herself and takes the hit while transferring some of the curse into the Storm King. They save statue!Tempest but let the Storm King fall and shatter upon the ground because, quite frankly, fuck male villains in the MLP universe. Unless your name is 'Discord', your ass is apparently grass.

Everything is restored to normal and SIA finally gets to perform. Tempest reflects back upon her life and proceeds to try and turn over a new leaf.

The End. At least, I think so. I'm not sure if there was a post-credits scene because I only stayed through half of the credits.

Now, the question remains: is the movie good?

Quite frankly, for all of my jokes and screaming? Yes. Quite so! Again, the majority of the songs weren't breath-taking aside from the ones I mentioned, but the animation is amazing. I really enjoyed the character designs for all of the new additions, aside from that Honey-Badger piece of shit.

The cons, though: The Storm King really could have been taken out with no consequence. Hell, it would have made Tempest's eventual eye-opening moment (ha) stronger. The other songs were just filler. FUCK THAT HANA ZUKI SHORT IN THE BEGINNING, MY GOD. And the other Princesses don't get much clarification as to why they're important in the beginning. I mean, I know but that's because I watched the show. But the uninitiated aren't going to because the movie just says 'Sun Princess, Moon Princess, Aurora Princess; done. Oh, and this one represents Friendship.' They could have at least started the movie off with a subtle introduction of each Princess in the form of: Luna flying in from checking on the dreams of every one while setting the moon, then have Celestia raise the sun, and then have Cadence arrive via a train that holds the colors of the Aurora Borealis.

Hell, that last one could have even been a toy, Hasbro!

Though... That brings one last thing I want to talk about. What the two main antagonists represent. Quite frankly, I'm impressed that Hasbro okayed a film where they themselves are the main villain. Think about it: the Storm King constantly talks about trademarking this, and selling that, and he has a pessimistic view of anything outside of the marketing standpoint of his endeavors. Hell, he even calls the state of Canterlot 'too cute' when he shows up. Probably because he wants to sell crappier versions to the masses and he doesn't want anyone complaining 'this isn't accurate to what's on the screen'!

And then Tempest herself. She represents Adult Cynicism at first. A lot of us in the older set do get to that point where we are just done with people: done with the drama, done with the betrayal, done with the abuse. And there are often those people who come around saying 'everyone needs friends~ Come on, your life will be better with friends~ Only losers don't hang out with friends~' When it isn't that freaking black and white.

Some people are introverted. Some people have been that brutally abused or betrayed by friends that they don't want anyone near them. Or, hell, some people know that they themselves don't do good with friends so they cut themselves off. In that vein, Adult Cynicism isn't the worst thing. Tempest represents the extreme of it, though: the 'the world was cruel to me now fuck everyone else!'

I like how the movie ended with Tempest doing a small amount of socializing but it wasn't an instant 'I guess I have to start going to Twilight Sparkle's Church of Friendship' like Sunset Shimmer or Starlight Glimmer. It was nice and it was subdued. Like an adult's approach to friendship and socializing.

At the end of the day, I give My Little Pony: The Movie (2017) an 8/10. If you can’t see it now due to release schedules or money, it isn’t the end of the world but it is a good watch. 

And all of the ‘critical reviews’ going on about it being ‘THE WORST FILM EVER’ are being UNGODLY Extra.

[styczniowy]

okay questions 1-70 ily babe

there's a lot of twenty one pilots in this...

1. A Song you’re ashamed of likingthat terrible valentines day song from jacksfilmstbh im ashamed of even liking jacksfilms

2. Favourite lyrics"but there's hope out the windowso that's where we'll go"

3. Favourite band/artisttwenty one pilots

4. Top 5 Favourite songs at this momentalt-j - bloodfloodfall out boy - hold me tight or don't run the jewels - downthe neighbourhood - you get me so highflatsound - sleep

5. Latest song that made you smileboyinaband - spectrum (ft cryaotic and minx)idk i just like this songand i also like dave and cry so

6. An overrated bandfifth harmony

7. An overrated songdua lipa - new rulesit's not that good.

8. Latest song that made you cryode to sleep by twenty one pilots because i accidentally played the live version and i wasn't expecting the feels

9. Artist/band that saved your life twenty one pilots

10. If you could see any band/artist live, who would it beeither twenty one pilots again or adele

11. What song/album/band/artist always brings back memories for youamerican authors - best day of my life

12. saddest song you knowtyler joseph - literally the whole npi album

13. Favourite song to sing in the showerjon bellion - all time low

14. If you played an instrument in grade school, what was iti didn't

15. What song would you like to have your first dance to at your wedding elvis presley - can't help falling in lovepreferably with tyler joseph singing it live but that's just a detail

16. 5 Songs to have sex tothe weeknd - oftenthe weeknd - earned itthe weeknd - where you belongbeyonce - crazy in love (50 shades version)frank sinatra - witchcraft(i know almost all of these are from 50 shades of grey thanksan yes, i like the weeknd a lot)

17. One band you’d have get back together/bring back from the dead@my chemical romance when's the reunion tour

18. You’re forced to listen to only one album for the rest of your life, what album is itvessel by twenty one pilots

19. A song that gets you through shittwenty one pilots - guns for hands (and also truce)these two got me through a lot of shit.

20. A song to shut everything outfall out boy - the phoenix

21. A song that’s a joke between you and your friends i don't have friends bye

22. A song to jam out to at 4amliterally any song by jinsang

23. A song that punches you in the gut every single time my chemical romance - welcome to the black paradei don't think this is a suprise

24. A song that calms you downthe deli - 5:32pm

25. A song that makes you feel alive twenty one pilots - trees

26. If you could get any lyrics tattooed, which would you choose"stay alive, for me."i'd tattoo the all over my body if i could.

27. What band/artist would you get your children addicted to at an early age ALL OF THEM, MAKE THEM SUFFER FROM FANDOMS

28. Can you play any instruments, if so, which no, but i want to play the drums ((:

29. If you could be a member of any band for one show, who would it bei'd be josh dunso i could play drums, look hot, and look at tyler's butt for an hour

30. CDs or Vinyls cds because i'm poorbut i wish i could have like 9284957 vinyls

31. 25 songs to play at your funeral HOOO BOY GET SOME POPCORN1. (i was going to list all of my favorite twenty one pilots songs but that's more than 25 so just play all and count them as one.)2. troye sivan - heaven3. alt-j - deadcrush4. alt-j - in cold blood5. my chemical romance - cancer6. dodie - i have a hole in my tooth (and my dentist is shut) (this song is so dumb i love it)7. dodie - 6/108. adele - set fire to the rain9. patrick stump - spotlight10. panic! at the disco - girls/girls/boys (a song about a threesome? why the fuck not)11. mike bliss - the disconnect (mike is a blessing to this worls and i love him)12. jesse cale - the saddest panda (because i love jesse too much)13. fall out boy - the phoenix14. fall out boy -i don't care15. fall out boy - the last of the real ones16. imagine dragons - demons17. run the jewels - down18. run the jewels - panther like a panther (only bc it makes everyone uncomfortable)19. run the jewels - early20. alessia cara - scars to your beautiful 21. thirty seconds to mars - up in the air22. thirty seconds to mars - kings and queens23. sia - breathe me24. sia - cellophane25. depeche mode - where's the revolution

32. What are some song titles that you love"nothing good comes from being gone" - flatsound"it's thursday, january 12th and this is the last time i'll talk about drowning" - flatsound"our lawyer made us change the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued" - fall out boy"i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off" - fall out boy"the only difference bteween martyrdom and suicide is press coverage" - panic! at the disco"lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off" - panic! at the disco

33. If your life ended today, what song would you choose to represent itidubbz - i'm gaybecause this song is dumb and i am gay.

34. Give me a random 10 song playlist 1. fall out boy - dance, dance2. the 1975 - if i believe you3. quebonafide - bollywood4. boyinaband - christmix 35. royal blood - little monster6. pierce the veil - circles7. harry styles - kiwi8. muse - madness9. lp - tightrope10. idealism - a moment of silence

35. A heart wrenching songtyler joseph - drown

36. A band/artist you’re proud ofbry. MY BOI IS POPULAR

37. A song that has a lot of meaning to youfor the 100th timetwenty one pilots - guns for hands

38. A song that reminds you of schoolleathermouth - 5th period massacre

39. A song not sung in your native languagelil' kleine - krantenwijk(i could've chosen any song in english, but i thought that's too boring so this one's in dutch :))

40. An instrumental songflatsound - consciousness

41. A classical songuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

42. A song with no percussionsayuw - see you

43. Something you’ve heard performed livedo you want the whole twenty one pilots ers setlist or..?

44. Something you’d give ANYTHING to hear performed live5 words: twenty one pilots dual drummers

45. A song from a band/artist that’s from your town/city/state/province i don't listen to any so idk

46. A song made suddenly precious because of a special someonethe neighbourhood - wiressuddenly i like it more than i should

47. A song made suddenly painful because of someone specialeeeeh idk

48. A song that demands lip syncing and a makeshift microphonepanic! at the disco - miss jackson

49. A song from a band/artist you met/knowi have never met any artist really??

50. A song that you would rock at karaoke fall out boy - i don't carei can't sing but i'm ready to fuck your ears up

51. A song you can’t help but dance topatrick stump - run dry

52. A song that makes you want to dance on a table panic! at the disco - don't threaten me with a good timethis song is wILD

53. Your 10 song stripper playlistcan i skip this question?i can. NEXT!

54. Favourite Disney song hakuna matata!!!

55. A song that starts with the first letter of your namechristina perri - jar of hearts

56. A song from an artist still alive dillon francis - love in the middle of a firefight

57. A song from an artist who’s deadfrank sinatra - chicago

58. A song you love by an artist/band you hate justin bieber - love yourselfi despise him as a human but this song is really nice so hsjfhksjf

59. A song you love with a colour in the titletroye sivan - blue

60. A song you love with a number in the titlefall out boy - 27

61. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget abouti don't think i really have one???

62. A song that needs to be played LOUDfrnkiero and the cellabration - .blood infections.

63. A song that makes you think about lifehonestly just most flatsound songs.

64. 15 Songs that get stuck in your head easily alt-j - breezeblocks  little mix - shout out to my exadele - rolling in the deepportugal. the man - feel it stillmajor lazer - get freetwenty one pilots - polarizeparamore - hard timespanic! at the disco - golden daysfall out boy - jet pack bluespatrick stump - spotlightfoxes - youthvesperteen - insanej balvin - tranquilacamila cabello - havanakaty perry - e.t.

65. A song that you think everyone should listen to twenty one pilots - gonerat least once.

66. A song that makes you want to fall in lovei'm already in love sooo

67. A song that makes you think about ‘him/her’troye sivan - talk me down

68. A song that you remember from your childhoodi had a shakira phase, i guess any song from she wolf shdhdhdgddb this is embarrasing bye

69. A song that reminds you of youa what

70. Okay what’s the real answer to number 1trippple nippples - lsdI HAVE NO REGRETS

[maedaeme]

5, 8, 42, 50 for Meara. 8, 18, 35, 50 for Umi. 16, 32, 47, 48 Lyre. 23, 31, 47, 48 for Ksy.

presses my hands together --ah yes some of my fav people to talk about

readmore because long. really long. if you’re on mobile please forgive me. 

Meara

Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

boy is this a complicated question when it comes to meara (bear with me lmao)... she  has 4 younger siblings: Reo, Sia, Becca, Leslie. it’s pretty important to know that she was just kind of uprooted out of her life for several years before being allowed to see any of them again, so a huge part of their relationship as adults was formed by the fact that she was just... gone for so long. Reo was chill about it, but he’s always been chill, and there was enough info available about her at that point that he’d done his research and was like ‘yo, you’re going through some shit. how can i help.’ sia didn’t know how to feel about her, but eventually went back to feeling ‘hey, i still think you’re cool.’ Becca, on the other hand, has been constantly going through a lot of stuff for a lot of years, and went from resenting her because ‘i resent everyone’ to resenting her for being gone when Becca felt she should have been there for her, and that takes a fuckin LONG time to work out. Leslie was a tiny kid when she vanished. he kinda got to form a relationship with her from scratch when she came back around, and they’re never super close, but he doesn’t hate her, either.

Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

she didn’t. she likes animals okay though, and umi eventually buys a dog that kinda becomes her dog by extension and likes to lay on her legs on the rare occasions she’s home watching TV.

What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

her main goal is a bunch of tiny goals, but it’s mainly focused on keeping the people she’s in charge of alive for the time being. things are also a little tense between her and Big Important People because they barely have enough in place to keep her under control, and they know she’d burn everything down to keep umi alive. 

her secret ambition is to bring ORG crumbling down, but that would take a whole shit ton of explaining.

If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

meara was kinda forced into being super logical (military life will do that) so it’s probably overly practical things; knife, flashlights, first aid kit. But her wedding ring is probably carefully buried in there; she doesn’t wear it because she’s sure she’d lose it (hence the ring tattoo) but she’d have a really hard time leaving it behind entirely.

Umi

Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Umi had a hamster when he was like 4, but drunk/absent parents aren’t really good for pet life. He does really love animals though, and impulse-adopts a labsky named Butter that he lets climb on all of the furniture.

What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

umi likes underdog stories and hates drama; life is too full of sad endings for him to like watching them in movies. he’s into most music genres and tends to like games with co-op modes. a good story is nice, but he’s more into things he can play with someone else and have a good time. 

What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

umi is unironically into dime store romance novels. they’re mindless and simple and nothing bad happens in them that isn’t resolved in like, the next 50 pages, so he’s just kind of like ‘fuck it, i need something i know will not stress me out today.’ He is also unashamedly into every single one of the Fast and Furious movies and hopes they never stop making them.

If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

umi pretty much functions entirely on interpersonal relationships. gotta have a phone or something to keep in touch with people, a handful of sentimental things (he would spend hours agonizing over which ones to take because he gets super attached to the memories tied to them), maybe a notebook or two to jot down thoughts or song lyrics. and you have to let him take his dog, or he’ll physically fight you.

Lyre

Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

he used to. small objects, memories, things to remind him of places or people or things he didn’t want to forget. then he gave up on it.

What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

if he’s got to make an impression, lyre has a whole hoard of fancy wear to back it up. Otherwise, he’s a boring jeans and 3-quarter-sleeve shirt kind of person, though he’ll blow a ton of money on making sure they’re comfortable. his hair is a pretty good reflection of his mood; usually it’s swept back and maintained, but if it isn’t, he’s prooobably out for murder.

How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

depends on the occasion. he’s actually good at being social, but he doesn’t like it. making connections and alliances is vital to living this long, and no one can navigate a conversation like he can, but you can bet that the second he’s alone he’s dragging his hands down his face like ‘if i was human i would be drunk right now.’ he’s good at the fancy ‘everyone make connections’ parties but can’t stand weddings or funerals. he doesn’t mind black tie wear. however, if a big party goes south and people start getting attacked, he’s not against taking off a tie and choking someone with it.

Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

unless it’s one of the ‘meet people and make alliances’  parties, ksy has to drag him there. he can relax in smaller groups, even going so far as to not be a giant ball of negative energy, but in big ones he spends all of his time focusing on maintaining his ‘don’t approach me’ face.

Ksy

Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

ksy is the master at remembering people, but total garbage at remembering timelines or events. morgead stopped being upset about forgotten birthdays ceeeenturies ago

Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

not the way other people do. he can, however, suck a few years of life off a drunk person and get a sort of contact high, at which point he goes around trying to be best friends with everyone. he’s the guy yelling ‘CHUG CHUG CHUG’ in the back corner at frat parties. 

How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

formal occasions are the worst. he likes the people, hates the atmosphere. ties make him feel like he’s choking. 

Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

ksy likes people, and he likes parties. he’ll organize, but he’s bound to show up at yours if you’re having one. he’s got a magnetic personality that people tend to flock around, so even if he doesn’t want to be there for one reason or another, he’s going to put on a show.

[brokenbones-singsongs]

Answer all the asks you posted

Uh okay

Are you young at heart, or an old soul? I’m old

What makes someone a best friend? Loyal, honest, trustworthy, there when you need them, invested.

What Christmas (or Hanukkah) present do you remember the most? My pawpaw gave my my granny’s peanuts music box the year she passed away. It’s one of my greatest treasures.

Tell me about a movie/song/tv show/play/book that has changed your life. Finding Neverland. It’s had more of an impact on me that anything ever has. First Broadway show, favorite musical, saw it on the trip that gave me by best friend, met another of my dearest friends because of it...the story pulls at my heart strings in ways I can’t put into words. I adore it.

Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike. I love my hair, fucking hate my nose.

Would you like to reconnect with any friends you’ve lost contact with? No. They’re gone for a reason.

What’s more important in a relationship: physical attraction or emotional connection? Emotional connection is the most important to me, but both should play a factor. Why be with someone you’re not physically attracted to? Physical intimacy can be so important...

Name a movie that you knew would be terrible just from reading the title. Sharknado

What holiday do you most look forward to? Christmas.

How is the relationship between you and your parents? Better than it ever has been.

You’ve got the TV on, but you’re not really watching. What channel is the TV on? Whatever whoever is watching it has it turned to. I don’t generally watch TV.

Name a song that never fails to make you happy. Carbon Ribs by John Mark McMillan

You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him. Well there’s my exes older brother who’s certifiably psychotic, and there’s my pastor who officiated my wedding and not a soul on this earth doesn’t think he’s fantastic. Pick one.

Have you ever read the “missed connections” on Craigslist? Have you ever posted one, or wanted to? No, nope, and nah. Don’t we have twitter for missed connections?

If you could pick anywhere to live the rest of your life, where would it be? Oh shit, NYC most likely just for Broadway tbh, but god do I love Seattle.

Can money buy happiness? It can buy things that bring you happiness. Like dogs.

Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not? I drink on occasion, the most drugs I’ve done is taking some Xanax to knock myself out, smoking isn’t my thing but I don’t mind hookah once in a blue moon with feiends.

Is there anyone close to you that you know you can’t trust? You don’t have to give names. Not anymore.

Where was your favorite place to go when you were a little kid? Michaels craft store 😂

Have you ever spent a night in the hospital? When I was very small, yes. I had pneumonia.

Do you enjoy being with only one or two friends, or with a large group of people? It depends, but I usually do better with smaller groups.

Do you like the type of music your parents listen to? Do your parents like the type of music you listen to? I like both of theirs. My dad likes some of mine, my mom likes it all.

Have you ever been bullied? Have you ever bullied anyone else? I have been and I’m ashamed to admit I did once upon a time. I’m not proud of it.

If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? “Everything tastes like mashed potatoes...”

If your partner wanted to wait until marriage before having sex, would you stay in that relationship? We tried 😂

Do you believe in a god? I do.

Of all the social networks in the world, why use Tumblr? It’s my one place to be whomever I want without judgment from the rest of my social circle, other than twitter but even so...

What’s your favorite Tumblr tag to track? I don’t really have one. I get stuck on things occasionally. Like I followed Anastasia BWY for a long time.

Would you call yourself/your family “middle class?” Uh, maybe my dad.

Name a TV series you didn’t enjoy until after it ended. I didn’t watch the office until it ended, nor friends, or gilmore girls, and I love them all.

Have you ever bought a product from an infomercial? Yes 😂

If you could give up your car and never have to drive again, would you? Depends on where I live

If you go back to one point in time to give advice to yourself, when would you go and what would you say? I’d tell myself to open that fucking door. But as much as I wish I had, so much of my life was altered by that one single moment that I’m not sure who I’d be, if even alive, had I of opened it.

What’s your “quirkiest” habit? I don’t know? I do a lot of weird shit.

What is “normal?” Are you normal? We’re all mad here.

Someone close to you is dying. You have the choice to let this person live for 10 more years, but if you do, you cause the death of 10 strangers. You don’t have to see them die. Do you take the offer? If someone is dying, it’s their time to go and not my place to mess with fate. Also it may hurt me to lose one person, but I’d hurt countless others by choosing to end ten innocent lives out of my own selfishness.

What is one thing you could never forgive? As I’ve learned in recent years, I’m not sure there is anything I’m not capable of forgiving. In fact, I find it quite freeing.

Would you rather be in a relationship after the honeymoon period ends, or be single? You know, some days I think single me had it figured out, but I don’t miss that crippling feeling of loneliness that plagued me once in a while. Marriage is hard, but I’d rather it be hard than have nothing at all.

Is it possible for guys and girls to be just friends? I want to believe so, but it’s proven difficult. At arms length it’s usually fine.

Where do you and your friends go to hang out? Mostly coffee shops and each other’s houses.

Write the first paragraph of your obituary. I genuinely don’t know where to begin. Maybe another day.

What is the best TV theme song ever? For some reason the first one that popped into my head was the Special Victims Unit theme.

When you were young, what would you dream you would be when you grew up? A veterinarian or Photographer. I’m neither. 😂

When you’re alone in your own home, do you walk around naked? I don’t actually like being naked.

What gets you out of bed in the morning? Not much. Work usually does the trick, or timed plans. I’m also food motivated, but only if I don’t have to cook it. Also, peeing will do the trick, but I’ll probably just get back in bed after.

Do you want to have more friends than you have right now? A couple would be nice. It’s weird realizing as you get older that you only have a few close people and rest kinda fall away.

What part of the past year sticks out in your mind? Losing my best friend was probably the worst thing. Getting married was the best.

You win a scratch-off lottery game that gives you $2000 a week (after taxes) for the rest of your life. Do you keep your job? I don’t know if I’d keep a full time, big girl job. But I may go back to making coffee a couple days a week for shits and giggles. I love the craft.

Could you be in a long-distance relationship? If you’re in one, what makes yours work? I think I could. I’m not super dependent on being up my husbands ass. If we have shit to do, and work to be done and it pulls one away for a bit, so be it. You do what you have to to be better. I still love him even far away.

What’s the best route to your heart? Let me tell my stories and be excited about the small things.

Have you ever met someone through the internet, then met them in real life? I love this question because 90% of my life and my friends, my husband, and my acquaintances are all because of the internet and an app.

What is your favorite sport? Soccer is a hell of a lot of fun for me.

What has been troubling you lately? I need a jooooob and I miss NYC.

Did you enjoy your high school prom? If you haven’t gotten there yet, do you look forward to it? If you didn’t go, why not? I enjoyed both. My junior prom was more fun, my senior prom was sweeter.

What do you use more often: your intuition or logical reasoning? Intuition.

Do you know what makes you happy? Many things. Mostly dogs and traveling.

Tell me about the last book you read. It is one of my favorite stories from when I was little. It’s called A Little Princess and is by Mary Hogdson Burnette. She also wrote The Secret Garden. It makes me a little weepy.

What is the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given? My baby brother saw me all dressed up sometime when I was 16 and told me I was “very darling today, sissy.” He was six. I cried.

Who was your first crush? His name was Blake.

Do you believe that there is life on other planets? Yes.

Predict what your life will look like a year from now. I can’t. I’m never right.

Often, people will ask how your last relationship ended. I want to know how it began. We grabbed lunch, went back to his house and played ping pong and watched a Harry Potter movie, then tried to make cookies but he didn’t have all the ingredients so then he took me to his friends house to finish them. We kept doing stuff all week and eventually just decided we were together. Silly string fights, hanging out in hammocks, trips to the zoo...

Where is your favorite place to go out and eat? I really love Maggiano’s.

What is something you want to change about your current situation? I need a job.

Early bird or night owl? Night owl.

Are there any childhood possessions you still hold on to? Several. Three important ones: my great grandmothers piano music box. My stuffed collie dog named Cassie (had her for the past 22 years) and a quilt my great grandmother started for me before she passed that my Mawmaw finished. I got it for Christmas in 2nd grade.

Give me an unpopular opinion you have. Pickles are fucking gross on and in everything. They just suck. Worst food ever.

What was the last song that was stuck in your head? I’m currently singing Thunderclouds by Sia “you’re saying those words like you hate me now...”

Where do you live? Be as general or specific as you want. Charlotte, North Carolina.

Do you believe in giving kids medals and trophies for participation? No.

What was the longest car ride you’ve ever taken? 14 day road trip to California and back.

Have you ever taken part in a protest? Not yet.

Would you ever use an online dating service? I have.

What is your ethnic heritage? I’m white af. German, Dutch, Irish, and French.

Describe a person that inspires you. She was Anastasia on BWY. Honestly she’s just the nicest, sweetest, person and she’s so talented and full of love and the girl loves to run. I adore her.

If you earn minimum wage doing what you love, would you? I genuinely could not. I was ready to kill people doing what I loved for almost twice minimum wage.

Do you believe in luck? “You know whatno like to say about coincidences? The universe is rarely so lazy.”

Describe the last time you were very angry at someone. Learning your so called best friend was going behind your back telling all your shit to one of your friends while completely faking that she was worried about you and your life decisions and just “wanted to make sure I was okay” I don’t play that shit.

Do you want to live until you’re 100? I’d feel like God was punishing me.

Do people change? If so, how do you keep a relationship together when both of you start to change? Be willing to grow together. Understand one may grow faster and in different ways than you. Decide if you can handle the difference in your life and if you can, stay. If you can’t, shit happens.

Have you ever risked a friendship by telling someone you liked them? I don’t think so.

Would you rather be alone doing something you enjoy, or doing something you don’t like with your best friends? Alone. Being forced into situations I’m uncomfortable with breeds resentment.

Do you practice what you preach? I do my best.

If you take precautions to stay safe, do you ultimately act more recklessly? Depends. I’m finding lately I’m more reckless than I used to be.

What do you value more in a significant other: Attractiveness or intelligence? Intelligence.

Are you hard-headed? Lord am I ever 😂

Have you ever laughed uncontrollably when it was socially inappropriate? Many, MANY times.

When have you felt most alive? Sitting on a Ferris wheel, overlooking the Seattle skyline.

Would you prefer to live? A city? The suburbs? The countryside? The mountains? Think of the many times I’ve mentions cities here 😂

Do you often skip breakfast? Nearly every single day.

How do you know what true love is? You can feel it in your soul.

Would you want to know the exact date and time you were going to die? No.

Where is “home” for you? It’s more a feeling and it hits me at the strangest times. Sitting on the top of craggy mountain pinnacle, looking at the CLT skyline, driving through the back roads in Weddington in the fall...

What song best describes your life right now? Right this second? No idea.

Do you want to be perfect? No. If you only ever experience good and there is no bad, you never know when to appreciate the beautiful things because you don’t know what ugly is.

What have you never tried, but would really like to someday? What’s holding you back? I want to go skydiving. Money is my issue.

How do you express your creativity? Mostly through painting and writing.

Describe your neighborhood. It’s cookie cutter. All the houses look the same.

Name something you only liked because it was popular. I went through this phase where I really wanted a fricken Camelback water bottle.

Give me the story of your life in six words— It’s hard. Eventually I’ll die.