#yep my boy got a fresh cut

[princekirijo]

Gotta make a new profile picture because I wanna update this one to fit Riku's current look

[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.11 | fluff, comfort, short ending | chap.10

self defense.

they didn’t justify it as murder, they justified it as self defense.

just as you prayed they would, the videos of it proved everything they needed to prove. what reiner did to you proved everything it needed to prove. but that only shortened his sentence.

sitting down at the chair and tapping the table with your fresh set, sitting for a minute before they finally brought connie out. his uniform tied around his waist while his muscle shirt showed.

for some reason he looked different every time you visited.

the whole year he’d been locked up, you saw him every time you could.

his hair was slightly fluffier, somehow faded on the sides, probably some trick he learned. he looked stronger, boredom had him working out, but in your eyes he was still the same old connie.

you both grabbed the phone and held it to your ears, as you looked at him, a smile creeped onto your lips, him immediately mirroring your actions.

“hey babyyy.” he dragged along, realizing you were happier than the first few times you visited. “hey connie.” you smiled and looked down. connie smacked his lips and leaned back a little, the phone still to his ear. “don’t act like you ain’t happy to see me.”

you couldn’t lie, all you wanted to do was go home and go to sleep so the next day could come quicker.

so he could be standing in front of you without the uniform and the cuffs, without holding a dumb phone to his ear.

“you got yo nails did? lemme see.” he said, looking at your hand. you looked up and held your hand up. “i put your initial right there, and your favorite color, ‘cus i love you.” you teased, making connie looked to the side out of embarrassment.

“i love you more. i got sum to show you tho.” he mumbled. you tilted your head, resting it on your hand.

connie pulled his shirt up, showing your name tatted across the top of his stomach. you covered your mouth with your hand and looked at him. “how’d you do that?” you smiled. connie sucked air through his teeth and pulled his shirt down.

“shittt, a mirror, pen, and hope. almost got in trouble, ian worried though.” he laughed a little before crossing his arms, putting the phone to his other ear. “but yeah, i miss you. ready to see you.” he mumbled, staring at the table.

you slowly nodded. “i can’t believe it’s been a year without you. ian go out in so long, or rarely, it just don’t feel right when you not there.” you pursed your lips together.

connie bit the inside of the cheek. “you visited mama?” he asked. you smiled. “yesss, she so nice every time.” you looked at your nails more. connie nodded.

“you been eatin?” connie tilted his head a little. “yeah it’s different from when you first came here.” you waved him off. “ight now, don’t be lyin.” he pointed at you. you laughed and nodded.

connie huffed. “shit i can’t wait to eat right. this shit in here weak as hell, boys is too.” he shook his head. “you been in any fights, baby?” you asked. connie looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before looking back at you. “been on my best behavior.” he flashed a quick smile, making you laugh.

“i can’t wait to hug you, i miss you like a bitch.” he rubbed his eyes, staring into yours. “me too.” you mumbled, but connie shook his head. “you ain’t no bitch.” he said, leaning up on the table. “you been on yo best behavior right? don’t end up like me, ima lose my shit.”

“yep, just like you asked. no fights, no serious arguments, nothing.” you assured connie, him trying his best to detect a lie.

“i’m glad.” he smiled a little. “you know i did that tattoo like… three months ago. the day i gave you yo tattoo is that day i did this one.”

“and we missed our lil one year anniversary.” you smiled. “now i gotta surprise you with yo name.” you laughed, making connie laugh. “nah, nah. you good.” he scratched his head.

“don’t cut your hair when you get out, connie. it’s cute like that.” you looked at his head. connie hummed and nodded. “gotchu.”

“two minutes.” the man behind you spoke, making you glare at him and look back at connie. connie stared at him before looking at you, playfully rolling his eyes.

“well.” he leaned back again. “ima see you tomorrow, ight?”

you nodded, looking at connie. “i love you.” you said, blowing a kiss. connie held his hand out to catch it and put his hand over his lips, like he always did.

“i love you back.” he said, waving bye as he put the phone down. you did the same, glancing back as the guard walked back over to you and a different one walked to connie, grabbing his wrists and cuffing them before standing him up.

“can i kiss my girl?” connie asked the guard.

he’s been asking the same question since he first got locked up, and it was always a no. but as the guard looked at you, then at connie, he led connie back to the table, you leaning over the plastic screen that separated you, grabbing connie’s face and pulling him into a long kiss.

just like he did you.

as he pulled away, hands still behind his back, he smiled at you, finally being able to feel your lips again after a whole year.

“i love you.” he mumbled as the guard pulled him back.

you smiled.

“i love you back.”

ANDDDD SCENE.

THIS was lowkey very fun to write even tho it’s short but thank you sm to the people that stuck around the whole story, if it was on wattpad or something it would’ve been sm longer tbh 😭 BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED IT, yk i would never (i think) finish yall off with a bad ending.

THANK YOU FOR READING, I LOVE YOU!!!

[avatar-anna]

After reading Harry and Julian’s relationship I can’t even image how Harry would be on his first day of school. I would love to see how Harry would react to each of his babies first days of school

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader

"Chin up, love, you're gonna make your old man cry."

Julian's little bottom lip wobbled as he tried to take a deep breath through his sniffly nose. His eyes were lined with a fresh wave of tears, his chubby cheeks ruddy from the ones he shed on the car ride to school. With a shaky voice, the cutest and most heartbreaking it had ever been, Harry thought, Jules said, "I'm s—sorry, Daddy."

"It's okay, JuJu," Harry promised, ignoring the bite of the cold tile floor on his knee as he knelt in front of his son. "Today is going to be so much fun, and it'll go so fast."

"But why can't you stay?" Julian asked, his big eyes pleading.

Those were the eyes that typically had his son getting his way without fail. Harry could never resist that particular look, especially when Julian's lips were pouted just so. My sweet boy, Harry thought. All grown up.

"Because this is school, bubbie. This is where kids go to learn."

"But you and Mommy help me learn," Julian reasoned.

"You've got an answer for everything," Harry murmured. "School is a place for learning and making friends JuJu. And to take art class and read stories and play on the playground. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Harry and Y/n had similar conversations with their son since they told him and Maeve they were going to school. For preschool, Y/n had taken on educating the twins, with Harry helping where he could. It was more manageable when they were quarantined, but now that life was returning to normal and the kids were getting older, there was only so much Y/n could manage on her own. Enrolling the kids in school seemed like the logical next step, and although some of them were excited by the new adventure, others were more apprehensive.

"Tell you what," Harry said when he realized selling the joys of school wasn't working on Julian. "When mum and I pick you and your sisters up today, we'll go get ice cream, how about that?"

"And we can feed the ducks too?" Jules asked, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

Harry grinned. "Yep. We can go to the park and feed the ducks too. But you have to go to school first."

Julian's curls bounced on his forehead as he nodded. "Okay."

"Now dry your tears, bubbie. You're gonna have the best day ever," Harry said as he stood up.

"And you will dry your tears too, Daddy?"

Chuckling to himself, Harry wiped the corner of his eye. "Yes, JuJu. See? All gone."

Harry held his son's hand as they walked into the classroom together. Maeve was already inside, playing with a set of building blocks that were on a colorful carpet. From there, the transition was a little easier, though Harry shared a tearful goodbye with the twins when it was finally time for class to begin. He was the last parent to leave, and the teacher had to gently but firmly usher him out of the room so class could start. He stayed out in the hall for a few minutes, watching Julian to make sure he didn't burst into tears the second Harry left. Maeve was thankfully sat at the same table with two other children, and things seemed to be going well.

Before Julian noticed him in the hall, Harry left for the parking lot, wiping away the few tears that escaped yet again as he walked away from his babies. Y/n was in the car, Geneva and Natalia already in their car seats and ready for the drive home.

"How was it?" she asked.

"As expected. I had to cut a deal with Julian to get him to actually go into the classroom. Minimal tears."

"From you or from our son?"

Harry cut a glance at his wife, whose eyes were on the road in front of her as she drove away from the school. His heart clenched at the thought of leaving his children behind, but he tried not to show it. "Ha ha. Very funny."

"You were very brave," Y/n continued to tease.

Harry only hummed, glancing sidelong at his wife before saying, "Your mascara's running by the way."

"It is not."

"It is. You look like a raccoon. A very cute raccoon."

"Whatever," Y/n mumbled, subtly wiping beneath her eyes. Then, promptly changing the subject, she asked, "What did you have to promise Jules?"

"The usual. Ice cream and a trip to the park."

Y/n smiled. "Good. I was worried you were going to bribe him with a trip to his favorite candy store in New York."

"That was one time."

Y/n laughed as she turned into their neighborhood, her eyes softening as they slowly approached their empty house. It was definitely odd to only have two children with them at home, having gotten used to the usual chaos of wrangling seven children at once. Y/n and Harry had been reassuring each other for weeks that this was a good idea, promising themselves all the things they would get to do with a little more peace and quiet in the house.

When they got inside, Natalia in Harry's arms and GiGi on Y/n's hip, it was eerily quiet. No sounds of television shows, no arguing, no sounds of little feet running around. It was too quiet.

"You know, I forgot to pack the twins a snack this morning," Harry said suddenly. "They have a lunch and a snack time, don't they?"

"Yeah, but they can just—Oh. H, you're not serious."

Harry was in fact dead serious. "What will all their friends think if they have to eat a snack from their lunch box? It's inconceivable!"

Y/n leveled her husband with a look, making sure she knew his antics were a lot, even for him. Harry just stared back insistently, not willing to change his mind.

"You know you're crazy, right? Like this is crazy, even for you."

Ignoring her jab, Harry said to Geneva, "You want to go on another car ride?"

"Yeah!"

"Then it's settled. As soon as I put their snacks together, we'll go."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Harry, but couldn't deny wanting to see her kids one last time before they really had to be left alone so they could learn and adapt. Once they were back in the car and headed back to the school, Y/n rested her hand over her husband's.

"You know this can't be a thing, though, right?"

Harry shrugged, now behind the wheel. "We'll see. I'm a very forgetful person."

[greeniegirl23]

Radio Babies 1#: How They Act When They Are Sick 🤕

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Welcome to the first (not really) chapter of the Radio Babies series!! And yes that's the name because I am both corny and lazy so hahaha.

For those of you who don't know, this is the official kick off chapter following the same mood as my "Alastor As A Father" scenarios. Despite it being called "Radio Babies" not every chapter I write about will be them actually being babies. Just making that clear...

And we have names for these kiddos! From now on the daughter is named Evelyn or Eve for short, while her brother is named Alphonse or Ali for short.

I hope you enjoy the chapters I'm planning to cook up and add to this series, but if you guys come up with something you want me to write about these two, I absolutely can! I enjoy being given prompts, so don't hesitate to comment or even send an ask requesting something.

Now that the intro is done, on with the chapter!

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It all started when Alphonse came home from school with a cough. You thought nothing of it and gave him some tea with honey to soothe him.

Three days later, Alphonse and Evelyn are blowing their noses until they turn red. Finally you checked their temperatures and found that sure enough, they both had fevers. Immediately you panicked. It was rare for someone to get sick in Hell because of the hot temperatures making it next to impossible for germs to exist, but after having a doctor check them out, he assured you it was just the flu and that they would be fine as long as you took care of them.

When you told Alastor about this, he literally went right back out the door and ran to the nearby apothecary. After an hour he returned home with comically large grocery bags, filled to the brim with things that looked funny and smelled weird. Wasting no time, Alastor asked for your assistance as he rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his Mother's old school tricks that were ingrained in his mind after years of her care.

“Here darling,” He said, handing you a bunch of spices. “Place those in the pot and let them boil for a while, when your finished please grab me a pair of socks from each of our patients. I'm going to cut these onions up in the meantime.”

“What do you need socks for?” You asked, completely unaware of his foreign methods from the south.

He smiled sweetly, yet you could still see a hint of mischief in his eyes. “You'll see shortly, however I'm very sure that our little fawns will absolutely despise it.”

Soon enough, everything was finished and Alastor was ready to knock this sickness out of the ballpark. Calling his children down stairs, Alastor got straight to work. Every remedy he could think of, he gave them.

Ice packs on their heads? Check. Onions in socks to draw out the fever? Check. Homemade chicken soup for nutrition? Check. Tea with honey to soothe the throat? Check. Lemon candy with fresh herbs? Yep! He even had them inhale steam from bowls of hot water with cloths on their heads to break up the mucus.

Just as he predicted, your children immediately started whining, groaning, and moaning. Complaining about everything except for the soup since Alastor’s cooking was enough to make Gordon Ramsay cry.

Evelyn, your sweet baby girl absolutely despised the feeling of the onions in her socks as she walked around the house when needed. Even going so far as to hiss at Alastor when it was time to change them out.

Her brother, Alphonse was no better. Your poor boy was ready to submerge himself in an ice bath in order to stop the perfused sweating that he was generating from being forced to inhale steam with a bunch of random plants he couldn't even name.

“Thou will pay for this Father..!” Eve growled, struggling against the tendrils that were restraining her while your husband struggled against your preteen. “Get these filthy filths OfF oF mE!!”

“Ah-ah! No lip Little Miss,” He replied, finally getting one of the socks over her hoove. “Your mother and I worked hard to make these remedies all in an effort to aid you and your brother, which means that you will wear tHe daMn sOcks ChiLd…”

“Language!” You scolded him. He snapped his head towards you with an irritated twitch in his eye. “Oh, but she gets to curse me out in Shakespearean?!”

“Mama!” Alphonse whined. “Please make him stop, we live in Hell but I feel like I'm actually burning alive!!”

You sighed. “I'm sorry Sweetie, but I trust your Dad enough to believe that he knows what he's doing. As long as you do the same, I'm sure you'll be better in no time.” A simultaneous groan left your children as they continue doing what their father demanded of them. Even though Alastor didnt walk away from Eve without a scratch or two.

For the next few days Alastor put them on a schedule that ran like clockwork. From food, to tea, to even taking medicine of his own creation. This man was playing no games with the infection that dared to sicken his little bambi’s.

They tried to seek you out for comfort, coming to you with enough complaints to fill a small notebook. Alastor put a stop to that real quick though, giving them a stern look when they tried to pull your heartstrings via puppy eyes and toddler-like crying. He hated being so cruel to them he really did, but he had to since their health was on the line. He remembered when he'd do the same with his mother only for her to send him right back to bed.

On day three, Al and Eve were much much better. Your husband's chest puffed up with pride as the little ones returned back to their normal ways and you forced both of them to thank their Dad for all his hard work.

However, that pride turned bittersweet as Alastor came down with the flu that same weekend. You felt bad for him as he laid in bed like a wet noodle, all stuffy and congested. Fussing like a baby about this interfering with his work.

He didn't have to worry long, because you reminded him that he had three personal nurses by his side and that as long as they were around, he'd be in good hands.

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Pairing: Rafe x Reader established relationship

Warnings: language, mentioned of blood/dried grazes

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Once again, summer rolled around. Having only to do your weekend job, you were free to do whatever.

So you woke up just around nine in the morning. You had a fresh and cooling shower to start your day. Drying your hair then doing your skincare. As you were doing your skincare Rafe started to FaceTime on your phone.

You accepted it and put your phone straight back on the counter. Making the view from your end, just the ceiling. Rafe spoke groggily “morning, baby.” You chuckle softly at his tired voice “good morning, Rafey…” you could hear him shuffle in bed a little. Most likely moving so he was sitting up against his headboard. He moved his phone close to his face. Only his eyes on the camera as he asked “why’re you finding that ever so pretty face of yours, babe?… you know I need to see it when I wake up…”

You had realised that your phone wasn’t resting against the mirror up against your wall. You answered “I forgot, sorry” you smile as you could see yourself in the camera view. You also see Rafe’s famous smirk plastered on his face “that’s more like it… what’re you doing? Your face wash shit?” You laugh “yep, I am, why?” He playfully groaned “why you always gotta do that shit?? Isn’t it like makeup or something? You know I don’t like makeup on that face of yours, sweetheart.” You playfully roll your eyes with a grin. You replied “Rafe I keep telling ya, it’s not makeup it’s healthy for your skin.”

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After your morning and going out with your friends for breakfast. You were driving your baby-blue bronco. The sunroof down and your shades on. Your music was cut short when your phone ringtone went through the speakers. You use your free hand to press the screen and you spoke “hello?”

Once again, the voice you love oh so much, replies. “Hey, baby, are you busy right now?…” you answered “not really, just getting back from breakfast with the girls, why?” He answered “me and the boys are out on the golf course… was wondering if you wanna join?… cause I know I’ll loose my head if they keep it up with all the shit that’s coming outta their mouths.” He says with zero venom behind. You laugh “sure, sure, I’ll be there in fifteen.

And soon enough, you arrived at the golf range.

You grab your keys and phone. Locking up the bronco you head through the building and out onto the range. Walking over to where the three guys were. You put your phone and keys into your one hand as you call out “hey guys!” You smile and wave as they turn.

After being greeted by Kelce and Topper. Rafe opens his arms “hey, pretty girl, you okay, babe?” Smiling as you nod you answered “yeah, thanks, how’re you?” You added a joke on “still got your head screwed on I see.” He lets out a chuckle as he keeps his arms wrapped around your waist. “Mhm, still have.”

As the guys swing their clubs. You stand in front of Rafe. His arm slung around your shoulder that looks like a very loose headlock. The hand by your shoulders playing with your hair. He moved to rest his chin on your head. He spoke “looking beautiful today, darlin’” you smiled softly “thanks, I only threw these together to go-” “babe, stop, let me compliment you, hush…” you chuckle softly as he pecks your temple. “So? What’s my pretty girl going to do today?… got plans?” You hummed in agreement. “Gotta babysit Ollie and Issac. Then I’ll probably sit in the hammock.” You smiled as recently your dad and older brother helped set up a hammock at these two trees in your backyard that overlooks the beach. A nice reading spot.

Rafe looks down, seeing your grazed knees and dry blood. He hated when you got hurt. But he knew you were okay as he knew the reason behind your somewhat battered knees. “How did roller blading with Issac go?” You chuckle at the memory. Lifting your one leg up showing him “great, can’t you tell?”

Rafe smiled softly, god you were so sweet. “Oh yeah? Glad to hear… Mind if I crash those plans?” You shrugged “I don’t mind, you know Ollie will be shy of you, but Issac couldn’t give a shit.” You both laugh. Rafe added “yeah, that’s true… I’ll help you babysit.” Topper added his own comment “Rafe Cameron, babysitting? Yeah nah, that’s true ain’t happening… what really is gonna happen is Y/n will be the one actually babysitting and Rafe will either drool over Y/n being an auntie or he’ll be play fighting with Issac again.” Rafe playfully clipped Topper at the side of his head with his free hand. As you laughed knowing what Topper said was 100% true.

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Later in the day, you sat in the backyard. Sitting at the indoor-outdoor dinning area. You had turned the chair to face the garden. Having Ollie (who’s two) sitting on your lap as you both watched Rafe and Issac (who’s nine) play fighting. Ollie wasn’t a play fighting type, hence the reason he’s sat on your lap. Ollie liked playing toys and going in the pool. While Issac was a play fighting and adventure type.

Rafe playfully yet gently tackled Issac into the soft grass. Cupping the back of Issac’s head so his hand would protect him. Rafe then stood up with Issac over his shoulder, laughing and squirming. Rafe patted his back “alright, buddy… time for a break… uncle Rafe needs a drink.” Issac kept laughing then as he was put down. Issac ran over and gulped his lemonade.

Rafe moved to sit next to you, grabbing his ice cold bottle of beer. Taking a few sips. He then placed the glass bottle down. Moving his arm to rest against the back of your chair.

Rafe looked down at the toddler in your lap. Seeing Ollie look up at Rafe with wide curious eyes. Rafe leaned down to Ollie’s level. He spoke in a soft yet playful like tone “hey buddy, having fun on auntie y/n/n lap?” Ollie nodded a little then looked down to his toy. Feeling shy again.

You rubbed your hand over the toddlers curls “hey, no need to be shy, bub. Races pretty much family.” Rafe nodded. He leaned over and pecked your lips. He playfully said “yeah, who knew you’d have such a smokin’ hot aunt-” “Rafe!” “What?! I’m stating the obvious??” “In front of the two years old, seriously?!” “True true… my bad?”

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As the sun sets, you hold your current read in your hands. Feeling Rafe’s chest against your back as you turn the page. The slight breeze licking up ever so slightly as the tide comes in then out.

Rafe plays with your hair, not caring about the book or the scenery. His focus elsewhere, you. He counties to play with your hair. Whispering a sweet nothing into your ear or kissing your cheek every so often. The hammock swaying slightly under both of your weight.

This was the life, you didn’t expect it to be this, maybe you did. But it was thee life.

Rafe started to gently massage your shoulder as you finished the chapter. Placing the bookmark with was an old piece of magazine. You place the bookmark in your lap. Tilting your head back enough to see Rafe’s face. He joked “finally finished that god awful romance book??” You playfully roll your eyes “Rafe, it’s a book about Achilles and Patroclus. It does mention love and grief… but it is also Greek mythology book.” He chuckled “I’m messing with ya..” he tilted his head down and give your lips a soft kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.” You smiled softly. Yes he did. Yes, the Rafe Cameron loved someone. And it was you.

“I love you too, Rafey.”

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And soon enough, the moon has shown itself. You brush your teeth. Wearing some random summer pjs you had from last year. You put your hair into some braids. While Rafe stood next to you, brushing his teeth, in just his boxers. As usual, he does it every time. You’ve gotten used to see his walk around in his boxers. He always liked to strut his stuff. He knew what he was doing and packing. So why not show it off to your amazing girlfriend? That’s exactly what he says when he catches you rolling your eyes with a smile.

The two of you eventually climb into bed. Rafe pulling you to his side as you get comfortable. Resting your head on his bare toned chest. You use your nail to gently trace shapes into his tanned skin. He smiled lazily. He rested his cheek against your head as you both chat about everything and anything. That’s a thing you’re grateful for. It never got boring with him.

Eventually you both say your good nights and hit the hay. Ready for another day to come. That’s a typical day of Y/n Y/l/n. Another great day done. What are you up to tomorrow? We’ll find out…

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[zwolfgames]

Yandere!various!That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime x gn!cat!reader

Requested: JosephCruz118

(Warnings: Forced marrige, neko reader, reincarnation.)

(3rd person POV)

Welp, there it went. The end of your life.

Just like that.

A strange way to begin, but thats what happens in the tragidy that is your life.

You were graduating, finally, after years of being a student, you could walk out of this building and live.

Well... Your classmates would. But you just so happned to get the short end of the stick.

You were simply walking down a hall, when some... pshycothic man pushed you out of the open window.

Sending you pummeling down three stories.

The last things you heard were some disgusting cracks and screams... just screams.

Embracing the sudden coldness of the world, you felt life leaving you.

'Wish I'd have landed on my feet for once in my damm life... Maybe feel loved for once...' Your last toughts echo trough your head, a thumping pain in your cracked skull.

And then it all just fades. 

Thats it, the end of Y/N L/N.

Missed by many, but never got far in life.

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A fresh breath of air enters your lungs.

You shock awake, laying on a warm grassy field. The green blades carresing your skin as the wind moves them. 

The sun shines brilliantly above you, almost blinding you as you flutter your (e/c) eyes open.

'What in the fuck-knuckles is this bright nonsense?' You squeeze your eyes shut once more and groan in displeasure. This was not what you wanted to see in death.

You once again open your eyes, feeling a bit light sensetive at the moment. But you hold your hand to your forehead, blocking out the suns harsh rays.

After a moment of adjusting to the new lighting, you take your hand away and look around.

Big grass field... Surrounded by forest. Huh, what a strange afterlife.

You take another breath of fresh air, crisp... crisp air. No pollution noticable.

'Yea... Now hold up a minute.' You talk to yourself in your head, standing up and looking at your hands. No blood, no rocks or dirt.

Yea, somethings wrong here.

Especially that elongated feeling in your tailbone. Weird.... thats new-

Oh my god its a tail!?

You screech in confusion and grab the fuzzy thing. Slender but long, standing to make sure you keep balance. No no no! The afterlife turned you into a cat(girl/boy/YN)! A damm furry!

Some birds hiding in the grass fly away at your noise, some almost touching the top of your head.

If you had a tail then... oh no..

Your hands quickly reach for your head. And yep, two cat ears. Actually, biologically, on your head. You even felt them twitch in your hands.

After cringing for a good two minutes you calmed down and just accepted fate. It could have been worse, you could have been a worm.

So... what to do now? You couldn't just stay on this random grass field for the rest of your afterlife...

Or maybe thats what you've been sentenced to, grassfield duty.

Were they expecting you to chomp grass like a cow? Who knows... Where are the instructions? You would like to read them.

But no instructions came... reminds you of school projects...

You sigh and begin walking... towards... well, forwards. Where does this go? Into that forest? Yes.

But what else were you supposed to do. Wait around like a dumbass. No thanks.

So there you went, walking trough the thick grass towards the even thicker forest.

Birds greeted you with chirps as you entered the foliage. Forest greens filled your vision as you stepped trough a bush. Getting little unnoticable cuts on your exposed legs.

But.. It was peacefull. Birds, insects. The noises of nature really made this place feel real. was this even the afterlife?

A vision maybe?

Or... were you reborn?

How silly would that be-

"Watch out!" Some loud shrill voice alerts you of a quickly incoming troll or something on a.. on a wolf.

You jump aside and the wolf rider passes you.

He brings the wolf to a stop and hops off, walking back towards you. Ah, not a troll, this looks like a goblin, if you can trust those movies you've seen.

"Hey?" You wave awkardly. The shorter goblin smiles brightly with his two tusk like teeth.

"Hey! I haven't seen you before! Are you an adventurer?" The goblin asks exitdely. 

"Not.. really. i'm a bit lost. Where is this?" You ask, it feels as if your voice has barely seen use. As if its all new. As if this body is new.

Maybe it is.

"You don't know where you are? Well, you're in the Jura forest right now. I'm from Rimuru City, I can take you there, maybe you'll be able to orient from there?" The little goblin offers you with a friendly smile.

You nod, not that cautious as you should have been were this your old life. YOLO, am i right?

The goblin helps you onto his giant wolf and you hold on, like asked. The big canine speeds off trough the forest and you feel alive for once, wind in your face, cutting against your face like sharp yet harmless blades.

After a bit of running around on the wolf, you reach a nice looking medival village, lots of fantasy looking monsters running around, building things and working.

Well damm... This looks better managed then soceity.

The goblin that lead you here looks behind him to check up on you, to see if youre still on the wolf before enetering the crowd and bringing you somewhere.

He brings you all the way to what seems to be the towns centre. Gesturing for you to hop off here.

You hesitantly nod, awkardly smiling at the goblin as a form of thanks.

Welp, now you were in a random city, full of magical looking monsters and whatnot.

You hear the magical residents go about their day, smells of foods, contruction and just random things fill your weirdly sensetive nose.

Just as you were about to enter the building in front of you, as it looked like a town hall, you felt a squishy thing bump against your leg.

You look down, eyes widening at this small, light blue slime. Tapping your leg for attention.

"Uh... Can I help you?" You ask it in confusion, not reallu expecting it to react.

"Yes! You're new, aren't you? I'm Rimuru! Welcome to my city!" The blue slime speaks. It speaks!

"I.. yes? My name's Y/N." You awkardly repsond to the talking slime- Rimuru. What wonders does this world have in store for you?

"Great! I'll show you around!" Rimuru speaks in an exited manner... but he doesn't have a mouth... Telepathy, maybe?

Whatever. That day, Rimuru showed you around his city full of fantasy folk. Introducing you to all kinds of people, some of his trusted compagnions and whatnot.

But thats... how you ended up like this...

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"Y/N. You can't go. Whats wrong with the village? We can give you everything!" Benimaru protests as he catches the arm holding your bag. The tall kijin holds onto you desparatly.

After three months of living in this village, you got to know pretty much everyone. And let's just say, they really like 'the cute demi-cat'.

Wich is why, when you planned to finally go explore some more of this weird world. You got met with a lot of complaints.

They've already set up guards by the city exits, you've been monitored for the past two days and now Benimaru was here to personally stop you.

"Let go, I just want to explore." You sigh, done with this weird protection you're receiving.

"No can do orders from the boss... that I absoluty agree with. You aren't ready for the rest of this world." The kijin repeats those lame words. He's grinning like always, just happy to be able to hold you.

Your ears flatten on your head and he 'awws'. How agitating.

"Come on, just stay and let me pet you!" The red kijin coees and sets you back down in your house. A babyproofed house.

Wich was annoying as hell! You didn't even get a knife sharp enough to cut the crust off your bread!

Benimaru takes the liberty of ruffling your hair. He's what you'd call... a big brother. Only diffrence, is that this one doesn't let you do stupid things.

But he wasn't the worst.... You'd say Rimuru was the most peacefull.. But Shuna was determined to get you to marry her.... And Gabiru had the idea that you were his bestest friend ever.

Wich is a reason to why you weren't allowed to leave. The people in the city got too attached to you. Maybe they found you friendly? 

But whatever the reason, you wanted out. They didn't let you do anything dangerous! Wich sounds stupid but you wnated to go explore too!

As if sensing your toughts, Benimaru grabbed yoy into a bear hug, his form engulfs you, you're barely visible. He loves it like this.

"Let go." You demand, voice muffled by his sleeves.

"No." He smiles down at you, nuzzeling his head into your hair.

You huff in annoyance. All this attention was nice... for a week. But it's as if they never, ever got bored of you.

It seemed impossible in your head. No-one takes intrest in you for this long.

Yet these fantasy people did. And it was weird. Like they had it all planned out.

Wich they did, but you didn't know of the plan. Wich Rimuru vowed to keep that way. He knew of the dangers of the world, and you weren't ready.

Better off with him and his friends.

You get snapped out of your toughts by the door of your house opening, speak of the devil. Rimuru. In his human form, today.

"Y/N! I see you've changed your mind yes?" He smiles at you, the... well... you still didn't figure out his gender... but since he said he used to be a man.. in his past life.. you just rolled with that because They/them takes longer to write.

"No, I'm just.... being blocked, at the moment." You speak from between Benimaru's arms as he doens't plan to let go any time soon.

"Well thats a shame. Don't you like it here?" Rimuru asks with a pout. Golden eyes looking straight at you.

"I do, i just want to see more." You asnwer what you always do. But ofcourse he just shakes his head.

"You're not going to." Rimuru answers back, a dark tone to his voice for the first time since you met him.

You try to protest but Benimaru clasps a hand over your mouth to stop it.

You lick his hand but he doesnt relent. Rimuru chuckles at your annoyed expression.

"Don't try. Y/N, if you don't stay willingly... You'd make a lot of my friends sad." Rimuru speaks in a belitteling tone. walking up to you and petting your head dismissivly.

You let out muffled sounds of protests, squirming against Benimarus limbs as hes holding you down.

"Fine then, we'll lock your house down from now on. Is this what you wanted?" Rimuru snarkily tilted his head. You didn't recognise him like this. He's always been so friendly. But now, with those scary dulled eyes on the cutesy face... he's just offputting.

You made your protests known by a harsh glare. But he just smiled. You were really getting pissed off! You were an adult for god sake! No matter these cat features! This was dehumanizing!

Rimuru left, taking Benimaru with him. You heard the lock click into place. The windows had never been able to open... so..

But what they didn't know, was that you were a great lockpicker. Being bored in middle school was bound to pay off at some point!

So when it got dark out, and all these annoyances went to bed. You took that little metal hairclip and got to work. These fantasy people didn't know how to make complicated locks. So it wasn't that hard.

And bam, door open, Y/N free!

So you just sneak out of your house, taking some food with you, along with the non cutesy clothes they've provided you with.

Atleast being half cat gave you great stealth. No-one would hear you.

So you left Rimuru city. Into Jura forest and just... Wherever you wanted to go.

Ofcourse, you had been thankfull for their hospitality for a while, You mean, modern soceity would have let you rot on the streets. But still, locking someone in a house? Crazy.

The leaves crunched under your feet and you were getting paranoid that you'd leave a trail for them to find.

You sped up your pace, hoping to find somewhere else to hide. A cave maybe? A difrent city?

But no, you ended up meeting monsters. Lots of them. They chased you down, tired you out. You felt like real prey for once.

You hid in a tree and stared at these savage beasts as they kept patrolling under the tree. You couldn't get out. Trapped once again. But not as comfrotable.

But not for long. As morning broke out, the warm rays hitting your cold face after a night out in the tree, you heard sniffing.

And it wasn't from the monsters.

Before you knew it, they were all torn to shred by Ranga, Rimuru's wolf compagnion. Shit! He tracked you down!

Rimuru was on his back, in slime form. He devoured the tree you were in and turned human just to catch you in a ridiculously tight grip.

He seemed mad, stressed. Not a word was exchanged as he set you on Ranga and rode back to the city. Harsh grip around your waist.

"Y/N. You. Don't. Get. To. Leave." Rimuru whispered to you as you arrived back at the village.

You expected him to throw you back into your house but he too kyou to his living quarters instead. 

Tugging you along to one of the many rooms. Opening a wooden door, the overpowered slime set you on the soft bed and clicked some magic restraints to your wrists.

"This is your own fault. Ok?" Rimuru spoke darkly.

"You'll marry Shuna and Souei. You'll stay put and let us ake care of you. You hear me? This world is dangerous, and you weren't granted powers like I was." Rimuru explains with a serious face. He wanted you to marry two kijins!? Two?! Whatn to tie you to this place?

"I'm not getting married-" You started but he shut your mouth.

"You are. They keep whining about it and why not? You deserve some love, don't you think so?" He grins. You were genuinly scared of the slime at this point. This sounded way too creepy.

"You wouldn't want Gabiru to miss his best friend, would you? Or Benimaru to miss his adorable little sibling? Don't you get how dear yo uare to everyone?" Rimuru carresses you cheek softly. What kind of manipulation is this bitch pulling on you?

But you were afraid of talking back. This boy could pulvorize you ten times over.

So you reluctantly nod. Maybe... Maybe you could get used to living here? Its not like they hurt you...

Rimuru immeadiatly turned bubbly and cute again as you nod. Smiling brightly and patting your head before he leaves again.

The door clicks to a locked state and you slowly pann your gaze over to your cuffed wrists. They glow in the sunlight coming from the thick looking window.

'What the hell just happned?' You deadpann at the floor, needing a moment to register what just got decided for you.

You'd be stuck with these crazy sicko's forever!

A nightmare, really, being taken care off and loved. ew, who would like that-

Wait a minute.

Now hold up.

Well it may have been nice if you liked being stuck in a room. But nu uh. You were an adventurous cat!

The universe granted you a second life and you weren't going to waste it in the position of a docile house husband/wife!

But... You never got your adventure. Married off to two Kijin. 

Intertwined with all these people you had grown to know.

If only they had liked you... a normal amount.

Then you could have lived a seconds life.

This could barely be called that.

This was.... The life of a doll. It had to be. Put on display and loved by all, owned by all.

Thats what you'd always be.

A cute cat, to be cuddled and coddled.

Nothing else...

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I think I went braindead while writing this twice.

Sorry for the late-ness! School has been killing me, last year isn't a damm joke.

I hope this was readable!

Have a nice day/night!

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Words: 2712

[askthehcc]

Gotta know, what are the brits favourite type of tea?

Martyn: flat British breakfast cuppa for myself, obviously. A little bit of milk and two spoons of sugar and Bob's your uncle.

BigB: I can respect that, but I'ma bit of a fancy boy, myself. I like a nice roobis tea, but it can't be over-brewed.

Martyn: Oh, ark at 'ee, he is a fancy boy.

BigB: I am, I am.

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Lizzie: Oh, there's this raspberry and lemon tea that we sometimes get at the shop, if we're feeling proper spenny.

Lizzie: Sometimes I'll get some fresh mint from this little herb garden we have on the windowsill and brew it up in a pot and all and it's proper good, it is.

Joel: Yeah, it's pretty good, bit too fruity for me, of course, but I don't mind it every now and again.

Lizzie: Yeah and it really depends on whether or not we've killed the herb garden, too. It's about a fifty-fifty on whether it's dead or not.

Joel: Yeah, we're a bit shocking at plants, to be fair.

Lizzie: What's your favourite, Joel?

Joel: Oh, Yorkshire biscuit tea, mate. Bloody lush, it is.

Lizzie: Yeah, and no actual biscuits in it either.

Joel: Yeah, that bloody gluten can fuck right off, it can.

Lizzie: [lifts fists in a fighting pose] back off gluten, or we'll give you some of this!

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Mumbo: Oh, earl grey, I reckon.

Scott: And nobody is surprised about that.

Mumbo: Oi! What's that supposed to mean?

Scott: You're such an Earl Grey drinker!

Mumbo: I'm not sure what you're implying, there, Scott. Nothing wrong with Earl Grey.

Scott: [laughing] I didn't say there was, I just said I'm not surprised you drink it.

Mumbo: Alright then, Mr Judgemental, what's your favourite tea, then?

Scott: Peppermint.

Mumbo: Oh, big surprise there.

Scott: [gasps] and what does that mean?

Mumbo: It means whatever you think Earl Grey means!

Scott: Mumbo!

Interviewer's note: The two continue to bicker, following this part of the interview so we decided to cut the clip here. Like, seriously. Get a room.

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Jimmy: G, what's your favourite?

Grian: Uh, I don't know. Anything really?

Jimmy: Oh, come on, there's got to be something you like best. What's your go-to in the cupboard?

Grian: Uh... I guess just a normal tea?

Jimmy: Like a breakfast tea?

Grian: Yeah, sure.

Jimmy: That's cool! Simple and easy. I like it.

Jimmy: My favourite is Ice Cream tea.

Grian: You... what?

Jimmy: Ice Cream tea! I tried it once in this tiny little cafe in this tiny little seaside town me and Scott went to once and it was so good dude.

Jimmy: I bought like 2 boxes of the stuff.

Jimmy: It's so fricking good, dude, but it sucks cause I'm nearly out and I literally cannot remember the name of the cafe.

Grian: Huh. Weird.

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Scott: The Ice Cream tea? Oh yeah, Jim loves the stuff.

Scott: He's almost out now.

Scott: ...

Scott: Don't tell him, but I called the shop a month or so ago and have some on order for his birthday.

Scott: Actually, I guess it was several months ago now. It was before we stopped speaking...

Scott: Well, anyway, come February, he'll have some more, so...

Scott: Yep.

[sentientcave]

WIP Wednesday - Impound

A little peek at that tow truck driver idea I was tossing around last week, for any interested parties

He shuffled through the papers deliberately. The sound of the cop’s rubber-soled boots squeaking impatiently on the dated linoleum floor was music to Simon’s ears. “Oh, of course. The squad car. Parked in a fire lane.” He tutted, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I got there before bylaw did. ‘S a big fine if they ticket you.”

They both knew that bylaw didn’t have the stones to ticket a cruiser. The fire department might, but they didn’t go around looking for trouble either. That was really more Simon’s area of expertise.

“You could have been impeding an investigation,” Price said, steely eyes narrowing.

Simon snorted. “At Ronnie’s? I fockin’ doubt it, unless you were investigatin’ how fresh the pastries were. Everyone knows that’s Laswell’s girl. Nobody’s stupid enough to cause trouble for ‘er.”

Price’s jaw was so tight that Simon was surprised his teeth didn’t start cracking under the pressure. He could almost hear the grind of enamel. “Fine. Just get the bloody gate open so I can leave.”

“Sure, no problem officer. Just a matter of the impound fees— Y’want me to bill the precinct directly, or are you gonna pay ‘em yourself?” He set the paperwork down on the desk top and fished the debit machine out of the top drawer suggestively. “Just need some I.D., if you don’t mind. Gotta keep things tidy on my end.”

Price snatched up the invoice. “One hundred and fifty dollars? Are you mad?”

“That’s the rate. Take it up with council if you’ve got a problem with it. You still gotta pay.”

Price was pretty near growling as he yanked out his wallet. Simon made a bit of a performance out of logging in the information on his I.D. on the slow computer, of punching in the total on the debit machine, and of checking everything to make sure it was in order. Price initialled the invoice where he was directed, pressing so hard it left a permanent indentation in the cheap veneer of the desk.

“Olright. You’re all set then,” Simon said at last, when he could drag his feet on the matter no more. He got out of his chair with a sigh, pleased to find that he stood a good three or four inches taller than Price, and walked out the side door without any further ceremony. Price was still standing in front of the desk, red-faced and angry. “Come on then.” Simon stopped just past the doorway, looking over his shoulder impatiently. “Haven’t got all day you know. Some of us have important work to do.”

He half expected Price’s head to explode.

Price stalked across the lot to his cruiser and threw himself into the driver’s seat while Simon went to open up the gate. The rev of the engine was the only warning Simon had to get out of the way before Price drove through it, cutting it a little too close for comfort. Simon raised his hand and wiggled his fingers in farewell, enjoying the glimpse of that furious blue glare in the mirrors before Price turned onto the road and sped off.

“Wha’ the hell was all that about?” Johnny asked, leaning out of the building, braced on the door handle, Roach a step behind him. “Ye pissin’ off the new police chief?”

“Yep.” Simon corralled the boys back into the office. “Fuckin’ hate cops.”

“Sure, but aren’t ye worried—”

“Not really. ‘F ‘e gets to be a problem I’ll talk to Laswell, get ‘er to put ‘er fuckin’ dog back on ‘is leash. Owes me a favour.” He snagged the singular tea out of the tray of paper cups and lifted it in thanks. “See you lads later. Goin’ home. When Kristen comes in to pick up ‘er shitbox waive the fees an’ tell ‘er not to park there again. Pretend you’re riskin’ your ass doin’ it, she’ll prob’ly give one of you muppets ‘er your number.”

Johnny and Roach looked at each other, and immediately launched into a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get to be the knight in dirty blue coveralls. Simon let the garage door bang shut behind him, and trudged across the dimly lit space to the back door. The acrid smell of weed smoke hung in the air, thin tendrils of it still drifting across the bars of sun coming through the back windows. Fucking muppets, smoking up while chief of police was steaming mad on the other side of the door. And they thought that Simon was the one who needed to be careful.

[takaraphoenix]

Look who remembered that she wanted to post a sneak peak of Save a Hose (Ride a Cowboy) after getting home from work? This gal!

The premise: Stiles, Scott and Kira decide to go on a nice little post college graduation vacation at the Hale Ranch, where Stiles is quickly charmed by the hot, handsome married couple who owns the place (not that his friends can judge, they're too busy drooling over the owners' daughters, Malia and Allison).

This is supposed to be a supernatural free vacation, but what they don’t know is that the ranch is owned by a pack of werewolves… and Stiles fell for the Alphas.

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To celebrate their newfound freedom after their final exams and the end of their lives as college students, Stiles, Scott and Kira decided to go on a nice, long vacation somewhere. It was a months long process of arguing where to go and what to do until they finally found the perfect compromise. A horse ranch.

Animals for Scott, fresh air and exercise for Kira, hot cowboys for Stiles. Everybody won.

And oh boy was Stiles winning the most. When they got out of his Jeep at the Hale Ranch, he couldn’t help but absolutely gape at the supermodel cowboy who greeted them with a smirk that made Stiles’ pants want to hit the ground. The man was absolutely gorgeous and at least twenty years older than him, which did make him even more attractive because hell yeah did Stiles have a thing for older guys. He was ridiculously good looking, with such a cut jawline, a nice, thick neck, a well-trimmed beard and the most dazzling blue eyes Stiles had ever seen.

“Howdy,” the hot gorgeous cowboy greeted with a playful wink. “You must be our new guests, booked under Stilinski?”

“Yep. Yeah. That’s me. Stilinski. Stiles. You can call me Stiles,” Stiles nodded wildly, trying hard not to drool. “I also answer to ‘good boy’. But you can call me whatever you like, honestly.”

Scott groaned and covered his face with his hands while Kira giggled.

“Stiles, we are going to live here for the next three months, why can you not even control yourself for three minutes?” Scott complained miserably.

“Listen, you know my brain-to-mouth-filter is permanently broken and it like breaks even more in the face of unfathomable hotness!” Stiles defended himself and, helpfully enough, motioned at the hot gorgeous cowboy. “You know what I always say! Go big or go home.”

Hot gorgeous cowboy raised an amused eyebrow at him, but before hot gorgeous cowboy (honestly, cowman. But no wait that sounded weirdly like Stiles was talking about a Minotaur. Which, also hot, but different flavor of hot) could say anything, another hot cowboy stepped up. This one, Stiles would categorize more as handsome. Salt and pepper hair and oh that gray looked good in his beard in particular, broad shoulders and bulging biceps and also with the pretty blue eyes, though these leaning a little more into steel-gray. Even more daddy energy than hot gorgeous cowboy. Stiles was ready to die, or perhaps he was already dead and had gone to DILF heaven.

“Well then, sugar,” hot handsome cowboy offered, an amused smirk on his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Chris Hale and this here ‘unfathomable hotness’ is my husband, Peter Hale.”

…Stiles was ready to die from embarrassment right now. Could the Earth maybe open up and swallow him whole? Was that an option? Had his ‘not gotten laid in months because drowning in exams and thesis and preparations and just kill him now’ brain really made him embarrass himself in front of the very married (very hot) owner of the ranch by hitting on him? While his husband was in earshot?

“Okay, I guess ‘go home’ it is then,” Stiles muttered sullenly, ready to turn around and drive off the nearest cliff.

Kira expertly grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar to pull him back. “You absolutely are not leaving. You’re the one who found this place, Stiles. If you can not control your mouth, you will have to live with the consequences of what it does.”

“And what does that mouth do?” Peter asked intrigued, one eyebrow raised.

A wicked grin spread over his lips and yep, Stiles was going to die. Turning around, he buried his face in Kira’s neck, allowing her to pat his back. Because unlike Scott, Kira actually had pity with him when he was being pathetic, sad and in need of being taken out the back and put down.

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The full fic will come to an AO3 near you on November 20th so stay tuned ;)

[firstclasswithharlow]

If Only They Understood 2

6 months later

Urban's Pov

"Urban at least try and reach out to her again" Jack Sighs as he tries to convince his 2 best friends to get back into each other's good grace," There's nothing to talk about she's so self-centered", "Urban she's bine your best friend for ages are you really ready to give up a friendship like that," Nemo says, "Whatever can we just go", The Boys later go to the club that jack is performing at.

Zara's Pov

"No, I'm not going" Zara yells as Nola and Neelam pull the blanket off her, "Come on you can't just sit in your bed all day and cry" Nola exhales," Actually I can and I will we all know urban is gonna be there I don't wanna have to face him" Zara whines "Come just ignore him you need to get out and live your life and not care what people say," Neelam says," Well I care what he says and thinks because I love hi-"Zara get cut off "WE KNOW YOU HAHAHA" Neelam and Nola yell running around her room "Ok ok if i agree to go will you never bring up what i said and leave it alone" Zara exhales SHARPLY "Yep" They both say, "Ok get out ", Zara get dressed into

3rd Person Pov

Zara walks into the Club looking bad as FUCK, she goes to the bar because why not, "Yo is that Zara over there" Cozane points out, "Damn bro you fumbled "Nemo and Shloob laugh, "Go talk to her, bro before someone else snatch that ass up" Jack says getting a quick water break, "Omg why guys are annoying yes I may love her b-, urban gets cut off "OHHHHHHH OUR BOYS WHIPPED" cozane and jack yell making Zara turn their direction but quickly turning the other way, "Go talk to her bro"2fo say, "OMG fine", Urban walks up to Zara at the bar "Zara" urban says softly "Wyatt what would you like to call me self-centered and not caring about my best friends feelings" Zara throws in his face, "Ok I deserve that Zara I'm sorry ok I just I don't know what got over me but I want a fresh start I just don't want us having to avoid each other every time we see each other the guys really miss having you around you are apart of the PG " he says pointing at her ring, "Well i wouldn't be avoiding you if you would have just told me what i did wrong" ,she says as her eyes get watery," ok mama( 😋)don't cry I'm so sorry for everything so please let me make this right and let me take you out on a friendly date" he says as his voices softens after each word, "I guess if you really obsessed with me that much "Zara says whipping her tears and laughing along with urban "Can i hug you "Urban says,"Ofc you can" Zara says with a wide smile like a kid who just got told they can get whatever they want from the store, They hug and talk for a little bit longer until urban asked if she wants to go say hi to the PG, "OFC i do "She says running to the VIP spot they have, "WASSUP EVERYONE "Zara says smiling hecka big," HEY MAMA"2fo says, "Wassup girl I missed you "Cozane says "Hey Airbender "Zara says, "Didn't miss you that much "Cozane says, Everyone says hi Zara end up getting WASTED

See you next chapter

[al3x-y]

It's been 3 hours since i said that in a few minutes I would show sum doodles, but at least here we don't have just doodles, we have 2 finished drawings (I wasn't able to put it here cuz limit of pictures😔) and sketches too🕺 (Is doodle the same as sketch? Dunno–)

Warning:3 suggestive (but not explicit) drawings ahead!↤

Made today at math class, my first time drawing Fresh, I kinda liked how it turned out!

Made some months ago in Portuguese class, at first, it wasn't supposed to be a suggestive thing, but when I finished and looked at it I got like "oh👁👁".

Not suggestive but a bit sussy, I don't really like how it turned out– For u guys that don't use cursive words, that's what I wrote in cursive:"Whut's wrong, dollface?"

Safe zone ahead:No horniness anymore😔

Made before the last one, what I wrote in cursive:"My boyfriend fr."

First doodle on a sticky note, this one is kinda old, and its veeery shitty.

Kinda old too, ngl I liked this, he's a Sans of an Au of my. What I wrote in cursive:"LostiveTale!Sans. Nickname:Scar."

Love this boi wewewe. Not my oc, the creator is a mutual of mine, aka:@kiriartzz . Made this one in the same day I drew Scar.

Speaking about the devil, here's the boy's orbits. Cursive thingy:"Eyelight cutted by scar." "The other one."

Kinda recent one, first time I drew Papyrus in a decent way, not that bad. Cursive;"UT!Papyrus!"

Veery old doodle, made this in the math class, very ugly✌

Uuuuughhh, I'm just able to show u guys 10 pictures in this post, so if u guys like this shit, I'll make another post showing the rest of the doodles/sketches/drawings, and even if u guys don't, I'll show it anyways💋

[phantompoguefangirl]

WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER FOUR: SUSPICIONS

Broken up deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry behind these hazel eyes- Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson

TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE MENTIONED

*Flashback*

"Where the hell have you been?!" Jesse demanded, yanking me inside our house with a vice grip on my wrist. I tried not to react to the pain.

"I-...I just went for a walk, you know, to get some fresh air and um...a bite to eat," I stammered, not meeting his eyes because I knew all too well what I would see in them."What are you doing home so early?"

"I just got a break between meetings so I came to check on you. You were supposed to stay here and write a new song. Did you finish the song?" He asked, staring me down.

I shook my head, looking down."Uhh...no I couldn't come up with-" I was cut off by the back of his hand connecting with my face. The force caused me to stumble backward as I grabbed my cheek.

"I asked for one simple thing. Why can't you just do what I ask?"

"I- I was having writer's block and I thought the fresh air and food would help. I'm sorry."

"Well you better hope it did. Get your ass back in there and write me a song," he snapped, waving toward my music room.

I turned and hurried down the hall, trying to hide the tears beginning to stream down my face. I closed and locked the door of my music room before sinking to the floor and sobbing quietly.

I sat there against the door for what felt like hours. I heard Jesse leave at some point and I barely registered the sun going down outside my window, but I couldn't bring myself to move until I heard the lightsaber sound from my phone.

I grabbed it and looked at my screen.

Hey pizza girl. :) Sorry I would have texted sooner but the guys tackled me for the pizza when I got home and then distracted me with fifa. -Michael

I couldn't help but smile as I texted back.

Pizza Girl? 🤣 -Mia

It was the first thing I thought of okay don't judge me. -Michael

Okay then lol -Mia

Anyway what are you up to? -Michael

Sitting in my music room supposed to be writing a song...-Mia

Is that what was so urgent that you had to leave? -Michael

Um kind of. -Mia

Kind of? -Michael

I'm sort of on a deadline. Clearly the suits don't understand how song writing works. -Mia

Haha tell me about it. Especially with everything else we deal with as artists. -Michael

Exactly! -Mia

Well hey I could help you with your song if you want. -Michael

You already are helping. :) -Mia

I am? How? -Michael

Talking to him had made me think of earlier today and how fun it was to spend time with him. His smile had brightened my whole day, his big green eyes were even more beautiful in person and I had unintentionally noticed that he had some very light freckles around his nose that weren't super visible at first but were ridiculously cute. He was also very kind and sweet and I really wanted to know him more as a person. I'd only spent a little bit of time with him today, but Michael Clifford had made an impact on me.

Of course I couldn't just say that to him, though.

You'll just have to wait and see when the song comes out. ;) -Mia

Wow really? You're gonna play it like that? - Michael

Yep. ;) -Mia

Come onnnn just tell meee -Michael

No. -Mia

Pretty please? -Michael

Nope. -Mia

Fiiiinnee I guess I'll wait. -Michael

Good boy. *pats your head* -Mia

😂😂 -Michael

Anyway, it's late and we have a meeting with management in the morning so I probably should go to bed now. But hopefully you and I can hang out again soon? -Michael

Yeah hopefully soon. Goodnight Michael. :) -Mia

Goodnight:) -Michael

I set my phone down and jotted down the ideas I had before falling asleep on my little couch by the window. I finished the song over the span of the next day.

Jesse came back around dinner time and did his usual "I'm sorry, I love you, I'll stop" routine. He was also happy to hear the song was done. All I could do was just smile and make him dinner like nothing ever happened.

MICHAEL P.O.V

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I mumbled a few profanities and shut off my alarm before rolling out of bed. I trudged out to the hallway and got into the usual morning arguments with the guys over the bathrooms while getting ready for our meeting.

Once we had gotten ready and eaten, we piled into our suv and headed to the management office.

I tried to focus on what these suits were saying but on top of my pre-existing focus issues, I couldn't stop thinking about Mia. The way she'd rushed to leave was a little concerning, but there was something about her that drew me in and I'd honestly had the best time with her yesterday...

Suddenly someone shoved my hand out from under my chin, causing me to faceplant into the conference table.

"Ow what the fuck?" I groaned as I glared up at my bandmates.

"The meeting's over, space cadet. Time to come back to Earth," Ashton said as the three of them laughed.

I looked around and noticed the suits were gone. "Oh shit, I didn't realize I zoned out like that. I'm sorry."

"No worries, we'll fill you later," Luke said as I followed them out of the room, "What the hell were you daydreaming about anyway?"

"I don't think we really wanna know the answer to that, mate," Calum said, causing them all to laugh more.

"It's not like that," I said, playfully shoving them as we got in the car.

"So you weren't thinking about a girl then?" Calum asked, wagging his eyebrows at me.

"No-I mean yes, there's a girl but-"

"TOLD YOU! MIKEY'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" Calum yelled, resulting in the guys cracking up laughing again and teasing me.

"GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME TALK. GEEZ." I shouted over the noise.

They must have noticed the undertone of my voice because it didn't take them long to get quiet and look at me.

I explained what happened yesterday to them.

"She sounds amazing, dude. Remind us to thank her for saving you if we ever get to meet her." Ashton said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"If I get to see her again," I mumbled.

They looke at me confused.

"Um...well, she has a boyfriend, first of all. She told me about him so we agreed the lunch was just a friend thing as a thank you to her. But then he texted her and she started acting really...I don't know, anxious? She said she had to go and was pretty quick to leave after that. We texted last night and she seemed okay, though so I don't know if I'm just tripping or not." I elaborated.

"Did she say why she was in such a hurry to leave?" Ashton asked.

"She told me last night over text that she was on a deadline to write a song," I answered.

"Maybe she was just stressed over that then?" Luke suggested.

I shrugged. "I mean, it's possible. But it was her boyfriend that texted her, not a suit, so that's weird right?"

"What if he knew about the deadline and reminded her?" Calum said.

"Maybe. I don't know," I said.

We didn't get a chance to talk anymore about it at the moment because we got home and had other band stuff to do.

Mia and I kept texting off and on though and over the next few weeks we actually did manage to spend time together. We mostly spent time at the pizza place, arcades or a park we found that we liked. She was very funny and bubbly and I really enjoyed being around her, though I started to get a little more concerned about her the more we hung out.

I started noticing little things that worried me. Like every so often when she thought I wasn't paying attention, her beautiful hazel eyes flitted around like she was looking for danger or something. She never wanted to go to her house and always insisted we meet somewhere. I asked her if she was okay a few times and she always played it off like everything was fine but I could tell she was putting up a front.

I mean, it wasn't like she was cheating on her boyfriend with me or anything. We both made it abundantly clear that we were just friends on a couple occasions so I was confused as to what the hell was going on. But, I was absolutely captivated by her and I had a gut feeling that I that I needed to stay close to her...

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Desert Echoes - Dad!Party Poison x Daughter!OC

Relationship: Dad!Party Poison x Daughter!OC (My OC's name is Pop Vinyl)

Warnings: death, violence, drug references, sexual references, language

Word Count: 3598 - I know! It's a lot 😭

Summary: Party Poison's 17 year old daughter finally finds out the truth about her mother and how the Killjoys left Battery City.

“Kobra, can you come help me with this?” I shout from the front of the diner. Kobra’s always the best when it comes to my art projects, spray paint and stencils are kind of his thing. He’s been helping me with my current project for months now and it’s finally nearly done. It is weird working with paint in the desert though, everything dries so quickly that you have to know what you’re doing so you don’t mess it up. We’ve lived here for as long as I can remember but none of the guys really talk about the past anyways. 

“Yeah, coming,” his bright mop of blonde hair peeks out through a window. It’s getting hot out here, nearly midday and temperatures out in the zones peak at around 35/40 degrees. Jet Star is hanging out under the trans am, working on the engine for what feels like the hundredth time this week and Ghoul is just sitting on the concrete band that surrounds the diner. 

“Are you hanging out with some of your friends when Party gets back?” Ghoul asks just as Kobra walks by. 

“Yep, that’s what we planned,” I smile down at him and hand Kobra the paint can. 

“I still can’t believe that Poison is your dad. I mean, we all know it’s true and shit but it’s weird,” Ghoul grabs a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and puts them on and Jet walks over, nodding in agreement. 

“It’s not that weird is it? He doesn’t really even feel like my dad, more like an older brother,” I look over at Kobra who looks sympathetic. What for? I don’t know. 

“We were so young when it happened and he’s been our friend forever so it’s weird thinking he’s got a 17 year old kid when he’s only 36. Don’t get me wrong Vinyl, we love you, it just feels surreal,” Kobra pulls me into his side for an awkward hug. I didn’t really ever think about the fact that Dad was only 19 when I was born, fresh out of Battery City. That must’ve been hard for him and Kobra. 

“What about my mom?” I ask sitting down next to Ghoul. Dad never really spoke about my mother. It just was never a topic we spoke about. We talked about boys, girls, animals, Battery City and the zones, but the only two topics that were never mentioned were who he was before he left the city and my mom. That didn’t stop me from being curious though. Ghoul just stays silent and looks at Jet who shakes his head.“What?” Kobra looks down at the ground and lets out a loud sigh. “She-uh…we… I think you should ask your father about that. We… never really got to know her like he did,” Jet starts. They never call Party my ‘father’, it's always ‘Party’ or ‘Poison’ or some other stupid name they use for him, but never ‘your father’. 

“He never wants to talk about her guys. Even if I did ask him he’d ignore me like he always does,” I complain, “If he was with someone long enough to have a fucking kid then I’m sure she can’t be that bad.” As if on cue, as soon as I open my mouth Party Poison himself walks around the front of the diner back from his rounds. Immediately, Ghoul sits up, a concerned look plastered on his face. 

Party just stands there for a minute, looking down at me and then up at Kobra. 

“You’re talking about her aren’t you?” he mutters. I just stare up at him, worried that I’ve done the worst thing possible. He’s either going to yell at me or break down crying. I move closer to Ghoul who looks up at Party, well aware that I’m about to burst into tears myself. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, giving me a look that says, ‘it’s going to be okay’. Everyone stays quiet, building up a tension that you could easily cut with a knife. “Your mother.” I look up at him and he looks more vulnerable than I have ever seen him in my life. 

“Party we need to talk before you do or say anything you’ll regret,” Jet Star grabs his wrist and pulls him into the diner before he has a chance to say anything else to anyone. 

“Do you think he’ll say anything?” Kobra asks Ghoul who is still looking at me. 

“I-I don’t know,” he sighs. Well that’s a first. Ghoul always knows everything. I hate being the only one that doesn’t know, the others have always told me everything. That was part of being a fabulous killjoy, we always shared, even with baby killjoys new to the zones. Dad always wanted me to make friends my age so we always made sure to help babyjoys out but it’s not like there’s many out here and it’s different growing up out here than in the city. My dad and Ghoul are my best friends and it’s awful not knowing their secrets. Dad always relies on Kobra and Ghoul to talk to and even when my dad doesn’t know what’s going on with me, Ghoul or Kobra do. 

“Can you prepare me for the worst case scenario please? I feel like I’m about to be told I’m gonna be killed,” I turn to Kobra who nods reluctantly. 

“Where to start?” he mumbles, clearly going over a long set of events in his head. 

“We’re going to start with the Venom Brothers and we’re going to end with her mom and I,” Party appears behind me, causing me to jump. “Do you guys want to stay or…?” he asks. Jet is back working on the trans am but he flashes me a gentle smile. I trust him, he’s definitely prepared Party to have this conversation.

“We’ll stay,” Kobra sits down next to Party, “someone’s gotta support the two of you and it’s gonna take more than one person,” Ghoul laughs. 

“Okay. Vinyl, I know it’s been hard for us to talk about the past and everything before we ended up where we are, but, I-um… god this is hard,” he laughs, running a hand through his bright red hair. “I just don’t want to lose you V. You’re my everything and I just don’t want you to hate me.” He really thinks I’m going to hate him? He’s given me everything I have, he’s the reason I’m alive. Especially somewhere like the zones, where it’s nearly impossible to survive by yourself, not to mention as a baby. 

“She’s not going to hate you, Party. You haven’t done anything wrong,” Kobra says and I just stare at him quietly.

“The uh… the venom brothers?” I mumble, wrapping my arm around Ghoul’s.

“It’s a long story, babe, trust me,” he laughs, looking down at me affectionately. 

“The venom brothers are the best way to start this story,” Party starts. “This was maybe 20 years ago, back when Kobra and I were your age living in the city. Before the analog wars but after they set up all the surveillance stuff. Kobra and I went to one of the newer schools in the city but we had to take this monorail thing to get there. We used to cause all this trouble and uh, everyone would get annoyed at us because of it.”

“By trouble he means they would throw paint bombs into the different carriages and graffiti every blank surface,” Ghoul interrupts. 

“Sure,” Dad laughs, “Anyway, Better Living were just starting to create a police force and they sent out all this stuff about the venom and poison running in the streets. So people just started calling us the venom brothers.” 

Ghoul coughs interrupting Party and gaining everyone’s attention.

“Excuse me, but I’m pretty sure I came up with the nickname. I went to high school with them and they spent most of their time cheating on homework, selling drugs for spare cash and Mikey here basically fucked-”

“Shut up Ghoul! We’re not talking about that right now!” Kobra shouts shoving Ghoul.

“Wait, your actual name is Mikey?” I ask, never fully thinking that Kobra wasn’t actually Kobra. 

“Yeah, that's what they called me back then,” he nods, “everyone called Ghoul Frank, like his Frankenstien mask. I still remember when he found it out here, he got so excited.” I turn to look at Ghoul, looking at him like I never have before. Frank. He doesn’t feel like Frank to me but I can see it. The name feels old and tattered, not as cool as Fun Ghoul. 

“Frank. That's kind of funny,” I laugh but Ghoul shoots me an annoyed look. Dad continues the story.

“We weren’t the smartest back then, whether we sold drugs at school-”

“Or Kobra fucked half the school.” Kobra shoots Ghoul another look that screams ‘shut the fuck up’.

“But we did build up quite a reputation. Ghoul quickly became one of our closest friends and then he dragged Jet Star–Ray back then, into our group. The city started to introduce things like curfews, medication and those fucking headphones into the regime and obviously we didn’t like that,” Kobra continues. 

“We found this little skate park place under an old bridge that we would hang out at everyday after school. One day, your dad brought someone new to the park.” Mom? It has to be her. Surely. 

“A girl that I’d met and started talking to on the monorail. She was the daughter of a famous politician but after talking to her for about an hour it was clear she didn’t agree with his beliefs. Anyways, I took her back to meet everyone and they got on really well so she just started tagging along,” Party stares at the ground, almost refusing to acknowledge that I’m sitting in front of him. A dramatic change in his demeanor.

“I liked her. Lindsey was funny, smart and beautiful. Party liked to think he chose her but in reality she chose him, you look so much like her you know,” Ghoul comments but Dad winces at the mention of her name. Lindsey. My mom’s name was Lindsey. I don’t even know what she looks like but she already sounds like the most loving, kind and perfect person to ever exist. 

“We all liked her, Frank,” Dad snaps. “Can we not say her name for god’s sake?” 

I’m worried about him. I really am. He looks paler and angrier than I’ve ever seen him. 

“Anyways, your dad ended up falling head over heels for Lind-the girl and they started spending all their time together. He convinced us to get off of the BLI meds which helped everything obviously and we eventually decided we wanted to get out of the city. But Poison over here had to fuck up and she ended up pregnant so plans were made around the birth and getting out as soon as possible. Jet ended up finding a contact from around here to help us get out but we knew we couldn’t take a baby,” Ghoul explains. They were going to leave me? My own parents were going to ditch me back in the city for their own freedom. Oh god. They, Dad, Party, were going to get rid of me. Leave me back in a city where the very basic freedoms we have are stripped from us.

“And what was the solution to the baby problem?” I ask looking right at my Dad. I’m not sure if it’s the lighting but he looks like he’s about to start crying.

“We’ll get to that,” he responds quietly. “We waited as long as we could and you were born at Jet’s flat with the help of a med droid we fixed up named Blue. We ended up moving pretty quickly after that, bags packed and blasters ready we left the second we made sure your mom was okay. I told Ghoul and Jet to get your mother ready and get straight to the border and meet me there while I dealt with you,” he stops to a deep breath and sighs loudly. 

“And? What the fuck were you going to do to me Party?” I never call him that to his face. Ever. Of course he thinks I’m going to hate him. “Were you going to fucking blast me? You were 19 for god’s sake. I’m fucking 17 and I know full well you don’t murder an inocent child for your own gain,” I feel wet tears stream down my face blurring the image of my dad and uncle looking incredibly guilty. 

“He wasn’t going to kill you, Vinyl. I can’t believe you think he’d do that. The plan was to leave you at his parent’s place with a note. He’s not that awful,” Ghoul stands up for his friend, almost shocking me. 

“It’s not like I didn’t think about it, Ghoul. She was so small and it would’ve been easier to just-” he starts to break down. 

“But you didn’t,” Kobra mutters, “you didn’t touch her at all. You didn’t even stop by Mom and Dad's, you put her in your coat and carried her all the way to the border.” He’s right. He didn’t give up on me, even if it meant that we might both have died. 

“So we met back up with the others and I-uh, I didn’t tell them that I kept you. I just thought I’d tell them once we were in the zones and safe. The only problem was that I didn’t anticipate your mother’s reaction. She knew we were leaving you behind but I didn’t think she would be so upset,” Dad starts crying, his head in his hands and voice cracking. “We were so fucking close Vinyl. We were about 5 minutes from freedom when she had a change of heart. She freaked. I couldn’t say anything because we were being chased by dracs,” he coughs, “she um-” Party looks up at Ghoul. “Frank, I can't. I can’t say it. I can’t tell her what happened. I can barely speak.” Ghoul just nods, picking up where Dad stopped. 

“She went crazy. Screaming about how she never should’ve left you or the city. I think it was the withdrawals from the meds but we’ll never know. Your mom ran back towards the city, towards the dracs and they… she was ghosted.” 

I bring my hand over to cover my mouth. Oh god. She’s dead. My mom is dead and it’s his fault, it’s Poison’s fucking fault for not telling her. For 17 years he just failed to mention that she was dead and it was his fault. She’s dead and he killed her.

“I know it’s my fault Vinyl. I’ve lived with it my entire life. Nothing you say or do is going to bring her back. Trust me, I’ve tried. Your mother was the best thing to ever happen to me. She blessed me with you and for a short time she made my life liveable. I understand if you hate me, but I didn’t tell you because it hurts, V. It hurts so much,” he moves over to embrace me but I move away, still in shock. I stare blankly at Kobra who looks concerned for his brother, comforting him. Ghoul grabs onto my hand and pulls me in close. 

“It’s not his fault Vinyl. Your mother made a choice for herself and nothing he could’ve done would’ve changed the outcome. As much as he blames himself and as much as I tried to blame him, it’s not his fault. You know he loves you babe, he really does.” I look over at my mess of a father, he looks tired, exhausted and drained. 

“I don’t hate you Dad. I just… it’s sad. I never got to know my own mother and I don’t even know what she looked like or sounded like,” I sigh. He lifts his head, clearly trying to be a good father but honestly, he’s got no idea what he’s doing and I can tell. 

“I know Vinyl, I’m well aware of that. If there’s any questions you have about your mom I can try my best to answer them.”

“Did um… Did you guys name me before you left or was I always just Pop Vinyl?” Ghoul starts laughing hysterically and so does Kobra. 

“That’s your first question?” Kobra snickers and I nod. 

“Everyone else has a cool original name and I’m just stuck with fucking ‘Pop Vinyl’. I’m fucking named after a music record.”

“Well… we clearly didn’t have much time but she wanted your last name to be Venom so when Ghoul, Jet, Mikey and I properly named you we had your initial be a V. She liked the letter P a lot as well and she would carry around this list of names everywhere. She loved the name Penny, which was a family name. So it would’ve been Penny Venom but when we moved out here it became Pop Vinyl,” Party responds calmly. Penny. It has a ring to it. Mature sounding that’s for sure. 

“I like it. Penny Venom. Penny. Venom. Venom. It sounds dangerous. We could’ve kept it that way. Poison Venom would’ve been a cooler name not gonna lie. Just saying,” I smile and Ghoul just cracks up in laughter. 

“Oh fuck off. I liked it back then and I like it just the same now Frank Anthony Iero Jr. ,” Dad flips him off, “I think we did a pretty good job naming you Vinyl, especially given that Jet was only 20, I was 19 and Ghoul over here was 17.”

“Wait, what was your birth name? Obviously Kobra’s is Mikey but what about you?” I try to think of all the names I can remember but nothing suits him. 

“Gerard Arthur Way, was born in what was New Jersey and what now doesn’t exist,” Jet Star wonders over. 

“Gerard? Oh god that sounds so weird. Geeraard. Gerrarrd. Mikey and Gerard Way,” I over pronounce the words in my mouth, “there’s no way your name was Gerard. That’s-what the fuck kind of a name is that anyways? It’s not cool like Mikey or Frank or Ray at all. Like at least Ghoul could have cool nicknames and shit.” Ghoul’s too busy laughing his head off on the ground to pay attention to what I’m saying.

“They used to call him Gee,” Jet comments and I smile up at him. 

“Anything else?” Party asks and I nod. I’ve got so many questions.

“I’m not going to get into Kobra’s weird sex life but I am curious as to why you had a kid at 19. Like why?” I’m testing the waters here, he might refuse to talk about her at all. Jet sits down next to me so I’m now in between him and Ghoul.

“Other than wanting to get his dick wet?” Ghoul laughs and I shove him. 

“Seriously Ghoul, you forget that she’s actually my daughter and not a friend like you are,” Party fires a look at him. “We were in love V, shit happens when you’re in love. In this case it wasn’t a mistake and I’m sure your mother would feel the same way.” Good answer Dad. Best answer yet. 

Kobra looks at me and then at Poison before opening his mouth. 

“We do love you V. And I know that Lindsey would be so proud of you if she could see you today. You’re a strong person that is full of energy and color, everything she wanted to be. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you things sooner, it was just really hard for us. We knew her for three-four years and to lose her and then have a newborn baby out in the zones was just hard for us.”

I just nod in agreement. I can’t believe that Party was only 19 when this happened. Not to mention Ghoul being only 17. 

“I love you guys too. I never really thought that things were that crazy when it came to getting out of the city. I’m sorry I didn’t respect that,” Kobra nods and Ghoul pulls me in for another hug before getting up and leaving Party and I alone. 

“Dad?” I ask. He just sits there quietly still wiping the tears from his eyes. 

“Yeah V?” I can’t help but feel like I’ve completely destroyed our relationship.

“I’m proud of you. And I’m sure Mom is too,” I smile looking at him. I can’t help but see him in a different light now, as somewhat broken. “I know you’re hurting, even if it was seventeen years ago. But it’s okay. You’ve got me and Jet and Kobra and even though he’s annoying we’ve got Ghoul.”

Party scooches closer so he’s sitting right in front of me. He takes my hands and intertwines our fingers. 

“Sounds great dad,” I smile.

//

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My Blue Beetle "Reaction" - DC's Newest Hero SOARS

Alright, let's talk about my "Blue Beetle Reaction." Yep, you heard it right! DC's bringing a fresh face to the big screen with the debut of our newest superhero, Jaime Reyes, aka Blue Beetle. Directed by Ángel Manuel Soto and starring the talented Xolo Maridueña, this flick's got everything you need: aliens, tech, and, of course, an epic suit of armor. Well, there’s not like any police. Seriously, this movie is making us question why there aren't any police around when stuff hits the fan. https://youtu.be/P0GbEVtXfGQ So, what's the deal, you ask? Well, recent college grad Jaime Reyes rolls back to his hometown full of dreams, only to find things aren't quite the same. But fate has other plans when he stumbles upon an ancient alien relic, the Scarab, which decides, "Hey, you're the chosen one." Cue the super-suit transformation and bam! We've got ourselves a new superhero in town. So, grab your avocado toast, charge up your Air Pods, and let's break down every pixelated punch of "Blue Beetle." The Good First off, this movie pleasantly surprised me. It's like when you order a small coffee, and they give you a large by mistake—it's that good. DC, take notes because "Blue Beetle" is the hero we've been waiting for this year. This easily takes the gold for DC Studios releases this year. Seriously, I was not expecting to be this impressed. The Cast Xolo Maridueña, our new Blue Beetle, is a breath of fresh air and he nails it as Jaime Reyes. He's like the Tom Holland of the DC universe—totally fine, entertaining, and just a tad bit adorable. Jaime Reyes' family? Hilarious! Jaime's quirky family had me in tears. Plus, the superhero bee show? Sign me up! I'd binge-watch that any day. Nana and Uncle Rudy had me laughing out loud for real! Well, most of the time because Uncle Rudy could be quite annoying in large doses. And that story arc with his dad? That storyline hit me right in the feels. Like For real for real. The tear emoji almost made an appearance. I laughed, I cried, and I almost spat out my soda. Trust me; this family's got some comedy gold. And, oh boy, did it get real when Jaime's dad passed away and he talked to his dad on the ancestral plane? Yeah, it hit close to home for anyone who's ever lost someone. Sniff My emotions were all over the place. The Costume Blue Beetle's getup was fly, and that transformation scene was low-key giving me "Venom" vibes. Loved it! Tek Kord and Kord Industries: mad props for delving into the deep cuts of Blue Beetle's legacy. This history lesson was pure gold. The pacing was on point! This movie didn't leave me checking my phone or yawning like "Shazam 2" The villain wasn't your average mirror bad guy. His backstory was epic—child soldier turned villain? A nod to OMAC? Yeah, that's the stuff. Can we talk about the CGI? Seriously, after some recent CGI failures, I'm giving a standing ovation for this solid work. And those video game nods? FF7, you stole the show, but the gamer in me appreciated all the Easter eggs. The Bad Now, let's get into "The Bad." First up, where are the police? Seriously, in a world with explosions, gunfire, and buildings crumbling, not a single cop in sight. Maybe they're all on vacation? And Jaime, buddy, why do you have to be so gullible? The bad guys want to hurt you, and you're out there trying to negotiate like it's a schoolyard squabble. Jaime's got the brains but needs some street smarts. Who talks their way out of danger when a villain is on your tail? Seriously, where's your Spidey sense? Lastly, let's talk about superhero origin stories. Look, I get it, some people need them but can we switch things up a bit? We've seen our fair share, and it's time for a change. Overall Why didn't they promote "Blue Beetle" more? It's better than a straight-to-HBO Max release, that's for sure. This movie deserves billboards, TV commercials, and maybe even a blimp with "Watch Blue Beetle" on it. If you've endured "The Flash" recently, consider this film your refreshing palate cleanser. It's like a polished Spider-Man movie but with its unique Latino charm. So, grab your friends, your sidekicks, or just fly solo, and head to the theater. "Blue Beetle" is the hidden gem you didn't know you needed. Oh, and if you've seen it already, drop your thoughts in the comments. And of course, like, subscribe, and hit that notification bell for more movie magic. Until next time, stay geeky, stay groovy, and stay at the movies! Peace out, heroes! Read the full article

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Beach day,

All of task force 141 had some time off, finally. And why not spend that time together at the beach? Well that was the plan for today.

You were packing some fresh food and some drinks while Ghost kept the two boys content by putting on the tv. You and Ghost have been together since you two were young. And not long ago you both had kids of your own, Oliver being the oldest as he’s three and your youngest Harry which is one. You two found out you were expecting a child while Ghost was on leave and you two were happy yet scared. Both having rough pasts it was hard to thing you both were bringing life into this world. But the Task force stayed by your side through the thick and thin.

While finishing up in the kitchen you shouted “Si! Can you get the boys towels and place them in the beach bag, please!” He replied “ok, are they in the laundry room?” You said “yeah” he left the living room and went to go grab the towels. Then you felt a small tap on your thigh, looking down it was Oliver. You smiled and asked “what can I do for you, Ollie?” He asked “can I have Strawberry, please?” You nodded and handed him one as you were cutting the last few strawberries.

Now packing the car, you buckled both boys into their car seats. Ghost said “everyone ready?” Buckling yourself in you said “yep, all ready” Ghost stared up the car and headed off towards the beach.

Arriving there, you were getting the kids out Ghost rang Price to see if he had arrived which he did. You placed Harry in his baby sling, you asked “Ollie, can you hold my hand as we cross the car park, please” he did as he was told and held your hand.

Walking over towards the boys, Oliver let go of your hand and rang straight over to Price and jumped into Price’s open arms. You said “hi boys, how are you all?” Gaz replied “not too bad, how are you Y/n?” You said “doing good thanks” Soap asked “who’s ready for the beach?!” Oliver shouted “me!!” You all laugh at the excitement coming from Oliver.

Setting up everything, Ghost placed a umbrella right by your chair so Harry was shielded from the sunlight. You sat down and took Harry out of the sling and you started up a conversation with the boys as you watched Oliver play in the sand.

You took off your T-shirt to reveal your baking top, sighing in relief you felt a small breeze brush against your skin. You looked over to Oliver and asked “want to go in the water Ollie?” He nodded and lifted his arms up as you placed his life jacket on him. Buckling his up, you took his hand as you both ran towards the beautiful blue water.

Splashing about Oliver and you were having the time of your life. You said “hey Ollie, how about we go look for some nice sea shells to place around the house?” He agreed and you both started walking the shoreline; whatever sea shell drew your attention you placed in Oliver’s Spider-Man bucket.

Walking back over to the men, you said “go show everyone what we got.” He ran over and showed the four men all the sea shells you two had collected.

After a few hours at the beach, you all headed to the cafe that was next to the car park. You was holding Oliver as he looked at what he wanted to eat. You both decided to go for a ham sandwich each.

Sitting outside, you handed everyone their food. You all sat around and tucked into your snacks. Once you were done you all decided to head back to yours and Ghost’s place.

Now back at your house you brought the kids inside as Ghost brought in the beach bags. You asked “does anyone want anything to drink?” Soap asked “what type of drinks do you have?” You answered “well if you want soft drinks we have coke, Fanta or sprite and for alcohol we have bourbon, red wine or coronas” Gaz asked “could I get a corona? please” you nodded Price spoke “I’ll have bourbon please” Soap asked “could I get a coke please” you nodded and said “I’ll grab them now, head out the back I think Simon has already started up the barbecue” they all left to go outside.

You looked down to see Oliver, you said “can you help mummy with the drinks?” He smiled and nodded. You handed him a can of coke and said “go take that to uncle Soap” he left the kitchen. As he was on his was back you were pouring everyone’s alcoholic beverages. You turned around after hearing the litter patters of Oliver’s shoes. You handed him a capri-sun and said “go join dad and your uncles in the garden” he nodded and left.

You walked out the kitchen and into the garden with beverages in hand. You gave everyone their drinks and you sat down joint the lads. You watched as Ghost cooked the nice steak you had bought earlier this morning.

You rocked Harry in your arms as you are your food. Ghost asked “want me to take him to bed?” You shook your head and said “no thank you though, he’ll be fine by here” he nodded and took a swig of his drink.

Later that night everyone went home, you had tucked in your two children and headed to bed. Simon laying there watching tv on your bed.

You changed into your comfy clothes which were a pair of shorts and one of Ghost’s jack Daniel T-shirts. You crawled under the sheets and cuddled next to Ghost. You rested your head on his chest and said “thank you” he asked “for what?” You said “for arranging this day with the boys at the beach. It was a good day, thank you” he smiled replying “no problem, anything for you, my love” you asked “did you enjoy today?” He answered “of course, a day with you the kids are all I want” you smiled widely at the comment. He gave you a kiss and said “get some rest, you look tired” you smiled and said “good night, Si” he replied “night, my love” you said “I love you, Simon” he said “I love you even more” giving you one last kiss you decided it was time to settle down and go to sleep.

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