#i was honestly pretty fucking shook tho when she said my posts came off that way 😳😳😳😳😳

[cherry-bomb-ships]

My girlfriend has informed me that some of my posting last night may have come across as thirsty, perhaps even what the youth might call, "h*rny posting". This is my sincere apology for anyone who interpreted that way, unfortunately you're absolutely right and it will happen again.

[dilfl0v3rss]

poison

summary: ony was a known player. women have practically threw themselves at him in hopes that they’d be the one to make him “change”, but they never succeed. he finally met his match when he started messing with you…

cw: toxic!reader, toxic!ony, smoking, smut

word count: 3.6k

onyankopon wasn’t the type of man to chase. he wasn’t the man that would go above and beyond or make a woman feel like she could never be replaced. ony believed women were for the moment, having nothing to them that made him yearn for more. he’d be with a women one night and be moved on and ready for another women victim the next.

“man how you just gon block keisha like that? she bad as hell” connie said as he and ony rolled up on his couch. the darkskin male just laughed, shaking his head as he closed out her instagram profile and began looking through the hundreds of other women in his dms. “i already fucked, and it was like every other pussy i put my dick in. she pretty tho” connie shook his head in disappointment as he continued to crush up the weed between his fingers.

ony had no problem settling down, or so he said, but he just doesn’t think the women he’s been with were the right ones. leaving each of their houses without so much as a “goodbye” before deleting them from his phone and from his life completely. “don’t shake your head at me nigga. you be doing it too” ony laughed as he watched his friend place his hand on his heart. a shocked expression on his face as he played offended by the accusation. “it’s not the same and you know it. i at least talk to em from time t’time. you delete em and have em going crazy over you” all ony did was shrug his shoulders, continuing to roll up his blunt without trying to defend himself.

“lemme just take you out t’dinner then. m’tryna get t’know you ma” the brunette said as you sat in the passenger seat of his his hellcat. you were only here for some free weed, using your beauty to your advantage as you batted your lashes and bounced your tiddies while laughing at every terrible joke this man tried to crack. “can i think about it? ima very busy girl” your sultry voice made eren’s palms sweat as he handed you the baggy full of weed. you had this man whipped and he hasn’t even ever fucked you. “alright mama jus lemme know, and i put a lil extra in there f’you. witcho fine ass” he mumbled his last sentence as he watched your ass move in your shorts while getting out the car. you turned around slowly, kissing your hand before blowing it to him. your sparkly clear lipgloss making your lips pop as you gave eren a cute smile.

as soon as he drove off your act dropped. an annoyed look quickly fell on your face as you rolled your eyes. “corny ass nigga” you mumbled as you made your way into your house. these men where too easy when it came to you. always gravitating towards your pretty face and how you carried yourself like a “good girl”. you were nice to everybody, and everybody was nice to you. when you would find yourself messing with a guy, it was never for long. as soon as you got what you needed there was always an excuse on the tip of your tongue.

“m’going through a lot right now”

“i gotta focus on my classes more”

“i need time to heal from my past”

it was honestly the easiest thing in the world. and since you were so nice these niggas had no choice but to put respect on your name no matter what.

you quickly made your way to your room, turning on your led lights to purple as you got out your tray, papers, grinder, and your freshly “bought” bag of weed. “let’s get this shit started” you said as you turned on your tv.

as ony looked through his phone he noticed a freshly posted story from your account. he thought nothing of it as he clicked it. eyes widening at the sight of your other stories throughout the day. there was picture after picture of your beautiful body in a sundress. posing with a hand on your knee as you bent over slightly in the mirror. the next photo was you in a tube top and mini skirt. your big brown eyes looking away from the camera with a finger on your lip as if you were thinking. “jesus” ony mumbled. why hasn’t he ever seen you before?

connie leaned over and looked the the picture. “oh that’s y/n. she fine as hell ain’t she? been tryna get on that for months” his best friend said before taking a hit from his blunt. ony was intrigued. you were one of the sexiest girls he’s ever seen. “why ian ever seen her?” he mumbled as he continued to go through your stories. “that’s ‘cause she a good girl. she don’t party, don’t be fighting bitches over dick, nun of that. she be in her books and chilling” connie’s words brought excitement to ony’s body as he looked at your latest post.

you were in your bed with ed, edd, and eddy playing on your tv. your beautiful brown legs crossed, nails and feet looking freshly done as you held a fat blunt in between your fingers. ‘in my own little world’ the story captioned with poison by brent faiyaz playing softly in the background. ony’s fingers moved before he could think, swiping up on the post before typing you a quick message.

a ding from your phone brought your attention away from your cartoons. ‘must be eren’ you thought as you took a deep sigh before opening your phone. you were right, but there was another message after his.

onyahead replied to your story: let me join that lil world

you have heard plenty about onyankopon. the 90s fine dark skin that had a thing for breaking girls hearts. never seen with a girl, but constantly in the middle of drama when women are at each others throats over a man. he was no good. a liar, a sweet talker, and most of all… a player. but still you replied.

prettybrowny/n: i’d rather not have a mob of girls coming to burn my shit down.

you threw your phone to the side, giggling to yourself as you continued to watch your shows. less than ten minutes later, you heard another ding from your phone.

onyahead: don’t be like that ma. i’m just tryna smoke

what? did he think you were dumb or something? this man was clearly not “just tryna smoke” and that was obvious. it was nearly one in the morning. but still you replied.

prettybrowny/n: send your # and i’ll drop my lo

you weren’t like these other women he’s been with. you didn’t want the same things from him as they wanted. it was late and you were bored. eren gave you so much weed that it wouldn’t hurt to share, and at the end of the day onyankopon was nothing more to you than a man. a very fine, well known man, but still just a man. and at the end of the night you still expected to see him as such.

a smile graced ony’s face as he rose from connie’s couch. he quickly grabbed his hoodie before making his was towards the door. “where you goin? i just rolled two more” connie said. ony looked back at him, a sly smirk adorning his features as he twisted the doorknob. “finna go fuck on the good girl.” all that was heard from connie were loud gasps before ony left the house, putting your address in his gps as he approached his black srt challenger.

‘know you ride it right. i might jus die tonight’

‘but you know i’m still coming through baby’

you changed the lights in your room to red as you waited for him to arrive. rolling up two more fat blunts as you hummed along to your favorite song.

‘i know it's bad for me. and you know it tastes so sweet.’

‘i think i need your abuse baby’

ony was happy to see that you only lived ten minutes from connie. checking himself in his mirror before exiting his car and making his way to your front door. after he knocked on the door he saw a glimpse of your beautiful figure through the window. cami top on without a bra, booty shorts so tight he was almost certain he’d see some of your ass spilling out if you turned around, and your pretty gold anklet shining as you walked towards the door.

you looked up at him with your big brown eyes. your clear glasses reflecting your porch light as you spoke. “hi” you said quietly before moving to the side so he could enter. you closed the door behind him before leading him deeper into the house. “where we smoking at” ony’s deep voice made your stomach flip as you swayed your hips as you walked, already knowing he was looking at your ass. “my room”

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it ,yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

“welcome to my lil world” your pretty voice caressed his ears as he walked towards your bed. he thanked the lord he wore sweats as he laid down on his back. waistband hanging low on his hips, happy trial showing as he put his hands behind his head. his hood was up, covering his grey durag. your eyes traveled up and down his body, repeatedly stopping at his waistband. this man wasn’t wearing boxers. “you gon stare or you gon smoke me out?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you slowly sit in the middle of the bed before picking up the blunt.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

ony moved closer to you laying down almost right next to you as he watched you put the blunt to your lips. “i rolled you your own ‘cause i got lipgloss on” you gave him a confused look at the chuckle he gave you. “what?” ony gave you a small smirk, your stomach doing flips as you noticed the gold grills adorning his pearly white teeth. “ion care bout that. we can share. make it last longer” you gave him a small nod before trying to start up your lighter. ‘why you gotta break now’ you thought as you repeatedly flicked the lighter just for nothing to come out. another chuckle rumbled from his chest before ony dug in his pocket for his lighter. his big tattooed hand made its way towards your face before he held the fire on the end of your blunt. “gotchu ma” he mumbled as he watched the smoke begin to rise into the air.

you took the first hit, letting the calming drug run all through your system. ony watched tv as you smoked, paying you no mind as he waited for you to rotate to him. you did the same after passing him the blunt, shifting your body towards the screen as you sat on your knees. ony took this as the time to ogle you. like he thought, your ass was spilling from the bottom of your shorts. what he wasn’t expecting was the pretty dermal piercings on your lower back. the diamonds twinkling at him as if they were begging for him to rub his thumbs along them. “how long you had these?” he mumbled to you, making you turned around before following his gaze. “oh. ehhh about a year now” you said before turning back towards the tv.

ony leaned up, sitting next to you as he continued to shamelessly stare at the front of your body now. perky brown breasts, pudgy little stomach, thick thighs, and a pretty face. you were his poison.

‘angel of the night. down between your thighs’

‘i’m still here. ain’t no excuse baby’

you felt him stare at you, but kept facing forward. fighting back the urge to shy away from his gaze as you fidgeted with your fingers. this man was something else. it was like he wanted you to eat you, but you wanted to stay strong. ‘i’m not like them. i’m smarter’ you thought to yourself as you took a deep breath and turned towards him. “you chieffing it nigga” you giggled as you went to grab the blunt from him, but ony moved his hand away. putting it in his other hand which on the other side of his body. “gotta come get it if you want it mama. ion do hand outs”

his voice brought a certain tingle in your nether regions, making you have to take a deep breath before doing what you where about to do. you reached across his body, purposely putting an arch in your back as you slowly looked him in the eye while plucking the blunt from his fingers. the two of you stayed still for a while, looking into each others eyes.

‘i see you in my sleep. i'm scarred beyond belief’

‘ain’t nothing you can't make me do, baby’

ony was the first to move, sliding his free hand down your back before letting it slowly smooth down your ass. the dark skin and ink of his hands contrasting with the light pink fabric of your shorts. “so pretty” he mumbled, loving the way you shied away from his gaze at the compliment. he was breaking you down, but you were doing the same to him. heart beating rapidly in his chest as ony looked at your beautiful breasts peaking at him from your top.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now’

you followed his eyes down to your top before slowly moving off of him. blunt now in your mouth as you inhaled deeply. ony watched you, brown eyes never moving from your face as he let you blow smoke on his. you admired him some more, feeling a your breath hitch as you noticed the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. ony saw you staring, smirking as he thought it’d be nice to tease you. “you want it baby?” you mindlessly nod your head, the effects of the weed starting to get to you as you quickly covered your mouth and began shaking your head “n-no”.

“s’okay mama. i wanna give it t’you. can i?” this man is good. you know he has no intention of keeping in contact with you after tonight, keeping his voice soft to bend you to his will as he used faux kindness. if you were any other girl you would’ve fell for it immediately. but if you weren’t then why were you letting him move your stuff from your mattress to your bedside table? and why were you letting him lay you down on your back? big inked hands making quick work of removing your shorts, before ony smiled down at your pretty pussy.

‘girl you do damage to me. know i love it, yea i love you’

‘ain’t nothing better for me now…than your poison baby’

ony quickly removed his hoodie and shirt before setting between your thighs. his brown eyes looked up at your for the “okay” to begin and you let him in a heartbeat. you don’t think you’ve ever gotten better head in your life. ony was skilled with his tongue, running it all over your pussy sloppily before he sucked softly on your clit. he repeated the motion over and over again, getting rougher and rougher with you until your back was arching from the bed. your hand flew to his head, holding him there as you began to grind on his face. ony seen no problem with this, wanting you to get as much pleasure as you wanted right now. “m’gonna cum ony. fuck m’gonna make a mess”

ony looked up at you before snaking his hands up your body. he lifted your shirt to free your pretty breasts before squeezing them in each of his hands. “gon head. make a mess on daddy face” your body didn’t stand a chance against him. a loud whine was released from your lips as you came all over ony’s face, wetting his mustache and anchor beard. “good girl” his praises went straight to your core, making your arousal build up again as he slowly pulled down his sweats until his dick sprang free. now you could understand why women would fight and throw themselves at this man. he was very well equipped. a thick vein running up the underside of his dick as his bounced up and down before you. he was not only long, but incredibly thick, making you wince as he began to line himself up with your entrance.

‘girl you know i play my role when i’m inside that’

ony noticed the worry in your eyes. “relax babygirl. i would never hurt you” he say lowly, letting you grip his hand as tight as you needed while he sunk deep into your walls. he gave you time to adjust, keeping your fingers intertwined as he began slowly stroking you. “how it feel ma? does it hurt” his soft voice made you want to melt into the sheets, eyes already rolling back as you felt his dick kiss all the right places inside of you. ony noticed your lack of reply, chuckling as he watched how fucked out you already were. he continued to talk you through your daze, only stopping to give you light kisses on your neck.

“feel so good mama”

“takin me like a good girl”

“you like bein my good girl don’t you?”

the praised just kept on coming and before you knew it, his large inked hand was wrapped around your throat while ony began to pound you into the mattress. the sudden change in pace made your legs shake at he began to hit you so deep you were seeing stars. “how it feel baby?”

‘with my hands around your throat. i know you like that’

ony felt your release coming, the tightness of you walls making him have to close his eyes as he continued fucking into you. “s-so good daddy. feels so g-good” your moans were music to his ears as he started quickly rubbing his thumb all over your clit. “then make a mess f’me. show me how good daddy make you feel” you listened to him instantly, your release quickly rushing out of you and all over the both of your stomachs as ony fucked you through your orgasm. “good girl mama”

‘girl i’ll do anything’

before you knew it, ony had flipped you onto your stomach. strong hands lifting you up by your waist before he sunk back into you again. “it’s my turn now ‘kay?” your eyes widened in shock at his words.

‘you mean to tell me that whole time everything was just for me? this man is a problem.’

you thought as you felt ony begin to roughly fuck you into the mattress. both inked hands, pushing your back down as he began to angle his hips downward to keep hitting your favorite spots.

“you feel it mama? feel daddy in your tummy?” ony groaned as he felt you clench at his words. he left kissing along the back of your neck before he pulled you up slightly by your hair. “say my name baby” spit dripped from your mouth to the sheets as you listened to the filthy words that came out of ony’s mouth. “say who fucking this pussy so good”. the way he was fucking you, you were glad to say his name. replying to the best of your ability as you felt him kiss your g spot. “onyyyy. o-on-yyyy fucking this pussy so g-good. feel so good daddy” you screamed as you felt ony’s dick kiss your cervix. “that’s right mama. now cum with me. wet my dick while daddy fills this pussy up.”

‘to hear you scream my name. i love your game’

‘i do…..i do’

the two of you came together. your release tricking down your thighs as ony gave you three more strokes before stilling inside you, filling you with his hot cum. he let you catch your breath before slowly pulling out and laying on his back. his strong arms lifting you onto his chest before he said something he never imagined he’d say in his life. “do you want me to spend the night with you?”

‘girl you do damage to me’

when ony woke up he was met with an empty bed, the sound of the shower running signaling to him it was time to go. he made quick work of getting dressed and before he knew it he was out the door, walking tiredly to his car. as he pulled off he contemplating blocking you. your pussy was one he’s never had before. your moans were like music, and your beauty was unmatched. but still he felt like he needed to block you. so with that being said he pulled out his phone, searching your account on instagram so he can do what needed to be done, but his jaw dropped at the realization that your account was nowhere to be found. while he was asleep you room you made the executive decision of blocking him before he even got the chance to block you. ony smiled at your cleverness, but you were “not clever enough mama”

‘but i love it babe’

as you got out of the shower, you heard the sound of your phone dinging. ‘must be eren’ you thought before picking up the device. it wasn’t eren this time…your jaw dropped as you looked at the name on your phone.

snapchat: onyaheaddd sent a chat!

ony💯: i’ll be back over tonight. i forgot my hoodie.

‘oh you’re poisonous baby’

[amoosewritesfanfic]

[+18]

[Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem!Reader x Denki Kaminari]

[Warnings: poly, threesome, double penetration, overstimulation, light quirk play, hair pulling, ddlg, light piss kink]

[I own none of the characters or art posted, the credits go to the original creators, the story and edit belongs to me tho, all characters are obviously aged up.]

[Tbh this is birthday smut for my two bois enjoy it :3]

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"Ah shit baby girl, you look so fucking good takin' my cock like that, it's filling your mouth up so well~" Denki teased as your head moved back and forth around his cock, meanwhile between your legs was Shinsou, his tongue working your cunt, easing over your clit making you reach your third orgasm for that morning. "Morning sex is the best~" Denki groaned tilting his head back as you worked his cock. Shinsou pulled back from your cunt earning somewhat of a muffled whimper from you, making Denki groan in delight from the vibrations it sent through his cock. "You're not wrong, though we could've slept a little more in..." Shinsou said as his thumb eased over your pussy lips making your hips buck slightly and basically deep throat Denki's cock which earned a sharp inhale from the blonde.

"Hmm, you sure 'bout that Shin? She's enjoying herself...~" Denki said as he watched Shinsou eased his middle and index finger into your slick which had your legs spreading a bit more as well as letting out another needy moan. "Oh she definitely is... you should do that thing that you did to me the other day." Shinsou said and Denki stared at him for a moment before chuckling and pulling himself from your mouth, your saliva connecting from his cock tip to your lips, you were panting quietly. "You sure?" He asked. "Yeah, she can always use the safe word if she doesn't like it, isn't that right kitten?" Now, Shinsou and Denki switched places, although this time, Shinou had your head in his lap, pulling your legs up to your chest to expose your sweet little cunt to Denki who had somewhat of a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Yes daddy..." you replied to Shinsou who stroked your cheek softly. "Repeat the safe word for us kitten." As he spoke he ran his thumb over your bottom lip and you consciously ran your tongue over the pad of his thumb before replying. "Eraser." You said. "And if you can't talk baby girl?" Denki asked as he eased two digits over your soaked slit making your hips buck slightly, everything felt so sensitive especially after cumming so many times. You smacked the bed three times and then smacked Shinsou's thigh three times. "Remember those kitten, I'll make him stop if it becomes too much okay?" Shinsou assured you and you gave a slow nod.

You trusted both Shinsou and Denki more than anything, it's why you married the two idiots of course and why the bedroom was always interesting, it was always spiced up between you three. Sometimes it would be just you and Shinsou or you and Denki or Denki and Shinsou. It depended on the situation or what kink you three decided on usually. You were open to anything, but sometimes you liked to sit out and sleep a little longer or go out without them.

...

Now with your safe word and gestures out of the way Denki wasted no time in sliding those two slender digits into you, your hips pressing into his touch as you tilted your head back in Shinsous lap, his cock twitching next to you. "Don't worry 'bout my cock kitten, just focus..." there was a pause before you felt it, that light shock, it was a small on but you felt it erupt throughout your whole body. Denki has used his quirk on occasion, once on accident and a few times on purpose, all of them were always heavenly, but he never used it like this, it was always on your nipples or your stomach where he did it. Shinsou wasted no time in easing his thumb over your cheeks to sooth you but it didn't help all that much, the voltage had gone up causing your hips to buck again, thankfully Shinsou had let go of your legs so you could keep them spread to help keep you a bit balanced, your hands gripping the bed sheets and a somewhat desperate needy moan escaping your lips, the electricity ran through out your body and if that wasn't the best feeling his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you, you were starting to whine and drool, your eyes rolled halfway back as your body jerked and trembled from the strange stimulation.

Of course you didn't notice Shinsou and Denki, silently communicating to each other, the way Shinsou told him to up the voltage and pick up the pace of his fingers had Denki shaking his head, telling him to wait as you got use to the sensations and once you did, oh gods... you definitely weren't expecting a rather harsh shock that caused your back to arch and your hips to lift off of the mattress, your expression, gods your expression was so lewd, you had drool falling from your lips and your eyes were rolled completely back. Your body was trembling even more now and the grip you had on the bed sheets was rather intense too. "That one was good Kami~ I think our kitten really enjoyed it~" at this point Shinsou had one hand fondling your breast as the other motioned for Denki to do it again, but this time, well this time Denki pulled his fingers out and plunged them back in, now that harsh shock that was sent throughout your cunt and to your stomach. When Denki had repeated the action you could barely speak because all that was falling from your lips was gibberish.

Your hips shot up once again and this time Denki felt your cunt squeeze his fingers, but what he didn't expect, hell not even Shinsou expected it, was how you started pissing yourself, those juices squirting out onto the bed and onto Denki who didn't move, but he had stopped his quirk. When you had stopped, lowering your hips now into the small puddle you had created, you were embarrassed but your flustered teary eyed expression had Shinsou smiling a little you looked so cute. "My poor pissy kitten~ you looked so cute pissing like that~ did you like pissing on Kami?" Shinsou asked you as he rubbed circles on your stomach trying to ease you, Denki was rubbing soft circles on your thighs. Embarrassed you shook your head. "It's not good to lie kitten~ be honest for us now~ use those pretty little words." He said as his free hand gripped your chin making you look up at the beautiful indigo haired male.

"Y-yes daddy... I-it... felt... good..." she whimpered, you were so embarrassed, but there was no denying that it felt good, it felt different like an orgasm you weren't expecting. "There's my good piss kitten~" Shinsou teased running his thumb over your bottom lip. "It felt really good baby girl~ ah~ but it made me wanna fuck you so bad now~" Denki cooed and Shinsou took this as an invitation to pick you up.

They stripped the soiled blankets off of the bed leaving the bare mattress, luckily you had only messed the blankets, meaning you still had the bed cover.

Shinsou had then slid under you, having you face him and your ass facing Denki which earned a harsh smack on your rear which had you moan out in delight. "We're gonna fuck you until we both feel satisfied baby girl~" Denki said, his fingers slowly threading through your hair before yanking your head back making you whine quietly as you managed to glance back at him, Shinsou's cock just barely teasing your entrance making you moan quietly. "And you'll take us both like you usually do right piss kitten?~" Shinsou's new nickname had sent shivers up your spine, you know he was just teasing you but somehow he made it sound so sexy. "Y-yes daddy~" you whined out and he smiled giving your chest a kiss before the two lined up with your holes. Shinsou taking that glistening piss cunt and Denki taking that cute puckered hole.

Honestly that's how the two liked it, Denki preferred your ass for some reason more than your pussy, although they did switch it up once in a while. Regardless the two wasted no time in sliding into your holes, your back arched slightly and a loud mewl fell from your lips, you felt so dizzy from having their cocks buried in your overly sensitive pussy and ass.

And once they started moving you felt like you couldn't focus on anything but the harsh thrusts of their hips, you were a moaning drooling mess as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with grunts and groans from your husbands. You cried out however feeling that overwhelming orgasm hitting your body once again, the way your legs tensed and you moaned out, "daddy yes! P-please please please~" like a mantra almost made the two smug, they knew that you loved this. "Fuck... kitten you're cumming already?~ how lewd~" Shinsou teased as the thrusts had become erratic and rougher with each movement. It wasn't long till they soon came after you did, groaning at how good your holes felt taking their seed.

They didn't even realise that... well you had passed out.

"Oh shit... she passed out." Shinsou said both of them immediately pulled out and checked on you to make sure you weren't hurt. "Ah she's fine she probably just got overwhelmed from the fucking." Denki said stroking your hair. "Let's get her cleaned up and then let her rest..." Denki then added and Shinsou gave a nod. Denki took the liberty of cleaning you up in the bathroom while Denki changed the sheets and blankets.

Once done, Shinsou had tucked you into bed, somehow you managed to pull the both of them back into bed with you.

"It was surprising that she pissed herself though... It was hot don't get me wrong, but fuck it was surprising I almost didn't know how to react." Denki had said quietly as he stroked your cheek. "Same, we should actually explore it a bit more..." Shinsou mumbled. "Yeah, we should daddy~ also happy birthday." Denki hummed. "And to you baby~"

That day you managed to sleep until late evening, both Denki and Shinsou had prepared dinner, you ended up apologizing for two things, passing out and also not wishing your husbands happy birthday. Which they told you was fine that they had an amazing birthday along with a perfect gift. The gift was you apparently.

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[Genuinely had no clue how to end it but uhhhh yeah hope you enjoyed it, it was my first time trying out a piss kink. ]

[kizykinz]

My Opinion on Shawn Right Now

Warning: I’m probably going to cry and I have a feeling that this is going to make me very vulnerable. Also, if you disagree, that’s fine, but please keep in mind that it’s an opinion and there is a person behind the screen. <3

Here it is. Here is what I've been dying to say for a long time. Can I just start off by saying that I love this boy so much? Like literally so much. I know everyone says it, but he’s helped me a lot. He’s inspired me to be a better person (not physically because I don’t work out smh). I remember being nine or ten years old (op, age reveal if you do the math) and scrolling through YouTube and finding a video of a boy with a hat on singing Wanted by Hunter Hayes. I remember Shawn not being that popular. I remember Magcon and the vines and I remember thinking that this kid right here. He’s going to change the world. I remember when he posted prom photos with Lauren and I remember him being active on Tumblr. I remember him being young. God, I remember when him and Lauren were a big deal. 

IKWYDLS was a huge deal. It was a great song for it’s time and was played everywhere, every minute. I remember watching videos of Shawn and Camila and not shipping them because I didn’t get that vibe from them. they seemed like genuine friends. Time skip to when Senorita came out. None of us was expecting it to say the least. When I first watched the video, it was 12 a.m. in Colorado. I was with my sister and she said, “they seem awkward.” and I didn’t really pay attention BECAUSE SHAWN MENDES MADE A STEAMY MUSIC VIDEO IM SHOOK was still running through my veins haha. I also thought of how crazy stan twitter must of been going. (Im not apart of stan twitter anymore. It’s a long story. And a story for a different time). I seriously didn’t think anything of shawnmila. I was just proud of my bambi. Then, shit started going down real quick. But you guys know the story. Let’s go to Shawn performing in Denver. I watched him perform Senorita/IKWYDLS and when he opened his eyes they were glossy, and almost looked dead in a way? (this was after the kissing video got leaked) No one else really noticed. But there were a couple of fans that did I bet. Then, he asked how many people had watched/listened to him since his first album and even before that. Not a lot of people cheered, but there was still some, including me. He looked up and he just smiled. It was a comfortable smile too. One that said he knew that we know a lot about him, if that makes any sense. And honestly, he seemed so happy and he looked so refreshed. It looked as if he dropped the mask and he let it go. And it was like 16 year old shawn was sitting there, about to play some old songs for the crowd and that C was just a friend.  Almost like he could’ve just stopped the concert and had a real talk right there. I honestly didn’t care about him and Camila that much. I didn’t care if it was for PR or not. I wanted a fic where the reader teaches him how to kiss instead though smh. I just thought, well, as long as he’s happy it’s none of my business what’s going on behind closed doors. The past couple weeks, I’ve noticed something. The bags under his eyes are growing and he’s always drinking tea or his leg is always bouncing. His anxiety is getting to him. Then, I heard a rumor that he went backstage after a show one night and had a breakdown because he felt like he was letting us down. Then, yesterday when he wouldn’t take a photo with a fan when C was there, even though he loves us and loves taking photos with us, put me on edge a bit. Ngl. When I heard about the qna and him not answering a simple question that has NOTHING really to do with C, sent me. I was so fucking pissed at Shawn for doing this. For not listening to us and lying to us and all of that. But then I thought, he doesn’t hate anything more in the world than lying to us and keeping secrets. He doesn’t hate anything more in the world than saying no to photos with fans because he genuinely loves us to death. All of it is slowly killing him. It’s so obvious. He’s not being Shawn at the QnA’s, his eyes are either always puffy and red or always black with the bags. He’s constantly drinking calming tea, his leg is bouncing a lot, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s taking his meds that slow his heart rate  again. I bet you he’s closing us out because he doesn't even know what's going on. He’s hurting us, and he knows it. It’s killimg him.  C is killing him. He’s tired and he’s upset and she’s probably pushing him to do more, PR or not. God, I love that kid so much. and here we go. I’m crying smh. He deserves all the happiness in the world. He deserves a girl that treats him right. I’m not being “a jealous 15 year old girl” because honestly. I don’t want to date Shawn Mendes. I don’t. At all. I want to be his friend and go on tour with him. I don’t want to go on book dates and make out with him in a restaurant. I’ll happily be a fan rather than be with him. He deserves gluten-free blueberry muffins at 10 a.m. He deserves to go home after a long day to whoever he wants. He deserves to go on tour and meet the fans. But, this girl is killing him. It’s pretty damn obvious. Even though he’s not off the hook with me about what he did at the QnA, he still deserves everything this world has to offer him. And god dammit, I was pissed for a hot minute at him. If he doesn’t want questions about it, don’t do it in public. I get that it sucks but it is his life too.  @serendipitousshawn ‘s inbox was probably filled with me ranting about it haha. but, he’s not even 21 yet. He’s a celebrity. He’s a full grown fucking man and he made an oopsies. He apologized on twitter (even tho he deleted the tweet smh) and I bet money he’s going to apologize at the QnA today. If he doesn’t, I might lose it. So Long fucking rant short. He made a mistake, I’m still kinda pissed at him?, and @serendipitousshawn would’ve made a better explanation than me and thats the tea. 

[bohemiansweede]

Baby it's cold outside

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Brian May Maylor

Warnings Smut 🔞

A /N Brians POV

Please like and reblog or if you want leave a comment

Thank you

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It had start to snow like crazy now and we were not even half way home

The two of us had been Christmas shopping for our wifes and kids all day and Roger gaved me a ride home

- Fuckin shit... Cannot see a damn thing here, Roger shouted and tried to remove the snow with the windshield wipers

- Yeah.. Your eyesight is really not the best Rog, I scoffed

- Honestly Bri..

He started to get even more frustrated and the car slid on the road

- Roger.. Take it easy.. do not drive so fast in this weather.. I patted on his knee and his eyes trailed for a breaf second from the road

- You want me to take over?

- You? Driving MY car? No no no... No way..

It was a real blizzard outside now and on top of that it was soon dark

- C'mon Roger.. It is dangerous o..

I could not end the sentence until we were of the road, Roger tried to manouver it, but it was too late, the car stopped just on the side of a big tree

- Oh shit.. Damn it.. I took my palm over your forehead. It was a slight bleading

- Brian, are you ok?

- Y.. Yes.. I am fine.. Just a little scratch..

- Ohh fuck. M so sorry mate.. I..

- It is ok Rog.. Really... But we gotta stop driving .. It might calm down soon tho

I looked outside.. It was hard to see but..

- Hey, look, it is a big house over there they might have a phone.. I have 0% battery

- Even if you had charged it Bri, there is no connection out here.. Damn it.. Sarina is very impatient.. She has to know my every move..

- Anitha is on her theater rehersal so.. I guess she is prob not missing me.. Hey.. Let us check that house out ok?

We went out in the snowstorm and i almost slipped on the pathroad up to the big house

- Wow.. We are lucky Rog.. It is a little hotel

We opened the big door and went inside

The lobby was warm, cozy and fully christmas decorated 

- Good evening gentlemen. How may I help you

- Evening mam, we wonder if we could use your phone?

-I am so sorry Sir the landline is out due to the weather conditions

- Ohh fuckin dammit ... Perfect

- Relax Rog.. Have you heard the forecasts mam?

- They think this will go on all night.. Neither of us can get home either, we all have to stay here..

It smelled delicious from the restaurant and it was warm.. cozy..

- Guess we have no choice but to stay here Rog.

Roger rolled his eyes

- Let's see. We have 1..double left

- What do you say? Roger?. Sorry.. He is a little upset.. Yes we take it. Thank you mam

While I did all booking and got the key, Roger had already left to the bar

He sat alone on a stol swirled his glass and stared blank in front of himself

- Do you want to eat anything Rog?... or are you just drinking now?

- It is just so fuckin typical.. We had a huge fight yesterday.. One of many lately. Thought I was suppose to get home and fix it.. Instead I end up here in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

-.. With me...

- Oh Brian.. Sorry.. His eyes trailed on you while taken down his scotch.. Don't get me wrong but..

- I get it.. We are not suppose to be here.. but there is nothing we can do right now so... Just let us grab a meal and go to bed ahlright

He smirked a little, nodded, placed his empty glass on the bar and got up

The restaurant was pretty crowded But we managed to get a table little off side

- Mmmmm.. The salmon looks good. What are you havin?

- Not hungry

- C'mon.. You WILL be if you not..

- Yes Daddy..

It suddenly became awkward and quiet while he looked on the menu

I sipped on my guiniess and Roger ordered both yet an other scotch and a bottle of wine

His juicy steak looked amazingly good and I almost regreted to be that strict about food

- Looks good Rog..

- Yes it was really really great..

- Sooo... You are feeling better now?

Roger tapped with nervous fingers on the table..

- Well... Not entirely until I can speak to her..

- I understand, you two really love eachother right?

He did not answer.. Instead he waived to the waitress to come over with the bill

- So with that I asume you not wanting anything else?

He just shooked his head

On the way out from the restaurant he passed the bar

- You want one Brian? I can get really drunk now and regret it tomorrow..

Your head spun really fast

- Sure.. I can have... Well.. one more.. I want to think clear, but you knew you couldn’t

I grabbed my glasses and brought them to the open fireplace

We both sat down in the sofa and stared into the fire

- Bri.. I am sorry for being so grumpy.. I am just worried I guess

When Roger drank a lot he was very emotional.. anger, happiness, frustration, sadess,... guilt..

He had been my best friend for long over 40 years now and I knew him inside and out

I almost knew him more than I knew my own feelings.. With other words, I was honest to him, but not to myself

- Yes I know Rog.. But as I said.. there is not that much we can do.... the weather..

- Actually.. There is a lot we can do.

Our eyes locked and we both knew...

He placed his empty glass on the table in front of me, standing up from the couth, I emptied mine quickly

Without a single word we walked upstairs to our room, he fibbled with the room key and he muttered something about not being that drunk

He threw his jacket on the floor and tossed his shoes off, I unbottoned my shirt while looking at him doing the same

We both unbuckled our belts and the pants fell to the floor

I stod on the middle of the floor in just my underwear

Our bodies had changed over the years but I never lost my feeling about how good he looked, his hair was grey now but his eyes were soo big blue as ever and now I could see him looking at me up and down

We slowly walked towards eachother

It was silent, I just heard my own heart pounding in my chest

- I want to kiss you Brian May, Roger claimed, almost in a whisper. My eyes widened.. but don’t be mistaken…. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the very first time I met you, he carried on.. In fact, I….

I cupped his beautiful face in my hands and kissed him.. Just a little kiss.. I backed out a little from him 

- Rog.. I.. I want this soooo bad I've alw..

Our lips crashed together with a loud moan his big hands trailed up along my back and in my unruly hair

Both our tounges wrestled together and I phanted in his mouth, he let out a little whine

With a struggle my lips left his, instead i kissed down his neck his collarbone.. Kissed the tiny little birth mark he had there, they continued to wander down his chest and down his belly, it was warm and soft like i always had imagined

I placed my hand on his bulge, mouth was watering, he helped me take his boxers off and his leaking cock sprung free

Not waisting any more time i quickly grabbed it in my hand and begun to pump him

I licked the tip with an eager tounge.. Roger growled and almost lost his balance of the feeling he had been hiding for so long.

My tounge licked his prominent vein and soon I finally closed my lips around him, almost swollowed him whole

- Shit... Shit.. Shit Br.. Brian

He whimpered and his eyes were wide and dark with lust

I bobbed my head faster and with tearing eyes I looked up on him, it was not long until his cock started to twitch

-OMFG.. Brian... I am ssso close..

I stopped and tried to stand up on my old legs

They weakened under me

- Lay down on the bed Brian... Let me take care of you

I managed to the bed and laid flat on my tummy

I felt him behind me , Roger kissed my neck and shoulders taking his big caloused palms caressing my ass

- I.. I have been thinkin about this so long... Cannot fuckin wait any longer..

I nodded and felt a lump in my throat... he felt the same

He wetened his finger by his own saliva and i felt his fingertip in my entrance

I whimpered and bucked my ass up at him, he started to stretch me out with his finger, slowly but soon i could not take it anymore

He grabbed my hips, lifting me up a little bit and placed a pillow underneath me

I could feel his cock slowly entering me and with a scream i took the other pillow trying to muffle myself

- Nno.. No Bri.. I wanna hear you

- F.. Fuck Roger.. biting my plump lip.. Oh shit... I.. Ahhh

His one hand grabbed the headboard and he thrusted faster and faster rubbing my prostate over and over again, my body was a trembeling mess and soon my tight hole maked him so close to the edge

Both of us screamed with lust and guilt

- Omg... Brian.. Shit.. I am coming.. Ahhh fuck..

Roger pulled out and just a brief second later I felt his warm cum all over my lower back

He was fast and grabbed my hips so I turned around, i felt totally helpless in his power

His mouth lowered down on me and he took my cock in his pretty mouth, started to bob his head fast, I grabbed his silver hair and bucked my hips up towards him

With a loud cry i came, it spilled over in his mouth and ran down his neck

He went out of bed and into the bathroom..

I looked outside, it had stopped to snow and my stomach burned with angst and guilt

Ok.. This was it.. Whatever it was. It was over.. It had to be

He returned to the bed, landed on his back next to me, wiped my back with the damp cloth

He looked at me and kissed my bruised forehead

- I love you Brian... Always have.. Always will...

He turned off his phone and layed back on my arm, our legs lingered together

This had changed everything

And I finally smiled to myself

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[punchmedanny]

Chicago II July 25, 2018

Alright strap yourselves in cuz this is gonna be a long ass post WITH SPOILERS for Interactive Introverts. I will mark where spoilers begin if you want to read about pre show stuff. If you don't want any spoilers whatsoever, don't feel obligated to read this even if we're buddies! Feel free to send me an ask/dm instead 😅

Alright folks, let's go!

Playing the Waiting Game

I was supposed to get to the venue at 4 for m&g, but I got there before 3 because a) i'm terrified of being late and b) my uber driver made excellent time.

The venue was not open yet, so my bf and I walked to a nearby mall. We passed by the tour buses (presumably dnp's plus other performers'). There was a group of people hanging around them looking v stalkerish (please don't hang around the buses before the show)

We got back to venue around 3:50 and waited in line outside till 4 when the venue let us in. We were near the middle of the line, so if you want to be closer to the front, get there sooner lol

Turns out I was behind the lovely @noodlephil in line (although I didn’t know till after!)

Two internet friends were meeting for the first time and crying (it was adorable)

Inside, there was a table with staff that checked and marked our tickets then gave us silver paper wristbands

We got in a second line where we had a bag check (our venue allowed sealed water bottles, but that might vary) and were scanned by a wand metal detector. After that, staff scanned our tickets 

We went to a third line which was the actual line for m&g and were told the m&g itself would start around 4:30

Marianne came by and said we would be waiting a bit longer for "latecomers" (im p sure dnp were the latecomers because most people were there at that point haha)

Marianne walked like a frickin goddess and her voice was beautiful

She made a speech giving us a rundown of how m&g would work, which I recorded

The m&g area was set up in the lobby to the side of the theatre doors

Dan and Phil entered from our left (towards the back of the theate)

They jogged across the m&g backdrop where we could see them better and waved. Dan did the cutest bouncy jump ever while waving. He stayed out longer than Phil

There was a table to set your bag on as you approached the backdrop

The music was loud af and there was NO WAY to see or hear other people's m&g - it was v private even though there were tons of people

Marianne was at the very front of the line and asked what she could do to help. I was like uhhh (because I'm eloquent like that) and she asked if we had anything for them to sign. My bf had golf balls lmao and gave them to her. I said I wanted to take a Polaroid for them to sign. She had me turn the camera on because apparently they’d had issues with Polaroid cameras in the past

I thanked her for the way everything was being run and joked a bit while we waited

When it was our turn, the people in front of us were completely gone (I repeat: v private). Marianne gestured and verbally told us to go on in

Meeting Dan and Phil

Phil was wearing his red jacket and good vibes t-shirt just like the beginning of "week in the life" He welcomed us with open arms and I went in for the Phil Hug. Wow. Phil is an excellent hugger and his arms felt a lot stronger than I imagined. And, yes, he waited for me to let go first

As soon as I let go of Phil, I stepped to the side and and looked at Dan. He was wearing his II denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He also had his arms wide for a hug. And lemme tell you, that boi has a fuckin wingspan. Dan gave a more gentle hug than Phil and we let go at like the same time

I am not a hugger and wasnt even 100% sure before I went in that I would hug them tbh

After the hugs, I stepped back and took them both in that's what she said. My initial impression was confidence and class. Literally, the most confident people I've ever encountered irl

Everyone says they're tall, but they are, as my bf said, taller than advertised. He's 6'2 and still looked up to both of them. I feel like they're both close to the next inch up honestly

They are wide. Like we've all noticed the Phil is wide, but Dan is too! They are literal giants

The cameras do NOT do them justice. Phil looks his age irl and I mean that in the sexiest way possible. He does actually have pores and tiny wrinkles (gasp), but I think they only make him more attractive. He oozes understated masculinity. But he also has serious nerd energy and idgaf attitude. Basically, he seems kind of badass

Dan looked flawless. Like I know every so often people wonder about if he wears makeup and all imma say is either he does OR he has the best damn skin care routine and/or genetics ever. He looks like someone after they use a filter

I'd say dan is suave and phil has swagger

(I'm about to sound real fucking weird) They both had such strong auras or energy or whatever you want to call it. It was palpable and BIG - like it extended off of them a couple feet. Dan's felt more static-y, while phil's felt more like balloon about to burst. It merged together between them to where I couldn't tell where one stopped and the other started

Marianne handed Phil the golf balls and he and Dan just stared at them in his hand in confusion for a second then Phil said "golf balls?" before my bf explained it was because they were the caddy lads. They chuckled and Dan said it was "the only series that has any value"

I am now the proud (?) owner of photos and video of phil holding two balls in his hand and I feel really weird about it

Dan asked if I had anything for them to sign, so I told him I wanted to take a Polaroid to which Dan replied, "D'ya want me to attempt the rare Polaroid selfie?"

Then I actually gently teased Dan (!?!?) because I'm a little shit lol I said, "I successfully did one this morning, so I hope you can"

They both seemed mildly amused and he did the thing where he touched his chest lightly in mock offense and said, "Well, let's see"

Tbh I think this was why I got genuine smiles in my pic

Dan said, "Beautiful" and Phil said "Amazing" lol (it really was tho)

Dan described the signature he'd be doing as "the tiniest little dan" and he used the highest voice ever

Phil's signature was so bad im pretty sure dan laughed at it lmao

Dan offered another selfie with my phone (i love him)

I shook their hands before I left and they seemed surprised, but appreciative. They both had excellent handshakes: firm, but not too hard. They both had soft, warm hands with Phil's being about average and Dan's being warmer than average

Overall, they were incredibly kind and professional. The vibe to be was sort of like talking to a boss who isn't your direct boss at a work party: fun, but still guarded

The saying goes "Never meet your heroes," but whoever said that obviously never met dan and phil. This was one of my happiest memories of all time

1500+ word description of the meeting including a sommelier worthy account of how the boys smell

And here’s the (real shit) video of my m&g

The Pre-Show

After meeting the bois, we were immediately given our goodie bags (one of them was double stuffed, lucky me)

Staff asked if we’d be staying in the theatre or not. Upon telling them we’d be leaving, they let us know we’d need to scan out so we could re-enter later

We bought merch (tie-dye/marbled look tee, long sleeved tee, and denim jacket). The line was basically non-existant, so if you have VIP 100% get your merch at this time

We scanned out and were told we could re-enter at 6 along with general admittance ticket holders

We had dinner then got back around 6:10. There was no line this time and we went through security and ticket scanning again

There were so many people everywhere and everyone was so cute! Why are we such a good looking fandom??? The line for merch was EXTREMELY long. RIP those folks

So was the line for the restrooms (and multiple men’s rooms were turned into ladydoors women’s restrooms)

We got 2 drinks (both for me) then went to our seats. We were front and center - I could literally touch the stage with my shoe from my seat. At this time I met @phandommom and @crunchytoasted1

The pre-show music was loud af where I was seated (I actually put in ear plugs lol). Lots of people were dancing and I got to witness crunchytoast dance to “Ladydoor” live which was a treat. At one point various people were running across the theatre with various LGBT+ flags to plenty of cheers. ‘Twas glorious. People did the whole waving the phone flashlights thing and sang along during “Welcome to the Black Parade”

My bf got me 2 more drinks

Showtime! 

THIS IS WHERE THE SPOILERS START!!!

It was so, so weird to see them onstage after having the m&g. I legit wanted to climb onstage and like be close again, but, ya know, I didn’t cuz I know what’s socially acceptable

We were called Susan. Classic

Phil was wearing waffle socks. As in socks with tiny waffles all over them

We sacrificed Phil to Satan and Dan died in a furry nightclub

None of mine or my bf’s answers got chosen and I’m a bit salty lol

We sacrificed Dan (the only correct choice fite me)

At intermission the line for the bathrooms was sooooo long omg. I got myself 2 more drinks at this point and called @h-owllslide to gush about the show. I spilled one of my drinks on my bf a little when I sat back down.

Danny was 3 centimeters away from loosing his dick and he got paint on his shoe. He seemed legit irked lol

Nick Jonas was in Dan’s box, but I don’t recall the other two cuz that was the only one that mattered imo

I got a piece of the sign and when they threw it into the audience it was a bit disturbing how everyone tore into it like a swarm of pirahnas

They wore Cubs baseball shirts over their usual shirts during the rap/song finale which was absolutely precious. I LOVED the finale so fucking much - it was magnificent

END SPOILERS!!!

Closing Thoughts

I wish I hadn’t drank so much (6 wines for those of you keeping track at home). I was getting real embarrassing by the end (as in screaming excitedly too much/ too often) and I don’t remember it as clearly as I wish I did. I was just freaking tf out and my anti-anxiety meds weren’t cutting it

I was struggling incredibly hard not to disassociate the entire time

I wish I could go to another show. It was so fun!

The following day, I had a major mood drop. If you’re prone to this, maybe have a plan to hang with someone and do something nice, but lowkey the next day

This was literally the most fun thing I’ve done in at least two years and was one of my happiest memories ever. We’re talking patronus conjuring levels of happy

If you can go, go. If you can’t, don’t feel too bad. It was EXTREMELY intense and not for everyone (especially m&g). Plus they are putting it up later, which I’m looking forward to because I think I’ll be able to better absorb it

Please feel free to ask me anything about the show! I’d love to go on about it lol

[intothespideyverses]

a modest reinterpretation of “andi’s choice” in c-minor (inspired by a post by @ambimack)

in which bowie ghostwrites a song, andi tries to go ghost on walker, and [insert third awful ghost pun here]: 

so bowie is actually ringing up customers for once at the music store that I figured rarely got business because helloo it’s always damn near empty but I guess today there was a surge of customers seeking out guitar picks and vinyls to show how Cultured and Unique they were for listening to the beatles or whomever. anyway jonah is on his guitar, doing as jonahs are wont to do, and bowie drops the bomb on him with “so yeah remember that music coach I told you about? she hates you. she quite frankly and literally wants you dead. she told me this herself. why didn’t you show up???” and jonah’s like “andi don’t fw me anymore :(” which isn’t rly an answer bc lbr here homeboy was ALREADY running late. you mean to tell me him staring at that painting took 4 whole minutes? nah. 

so anyway bowie’s like “hm let’s change that” bc manipulating your daughter’s emotions behind her back is cool I guess. bowie, totally not projecting in any way whatsoever, suggests that jonah write andi a song. jonah’s not about it tho. “I can’t talk about my feelings!” he says, which is true considering he only just started exhibiting negative emotions for the first time ever last week. bowie goes, “sure u can! what rhymes with back?” and jonah almost says “crack!” bc thats clearly what bowie’s been on for the past 2 episodes but lemme not.

anyway jump to andi @ the spoon and her boo thang who’s not rly her boo thang yet bc terri hates us is facetiming her again. “so andi, my wife whom I would die for, what’s up?” and andi replies “my best friend is moving away :(” so walker, the understanding king he is, goes “aw pick your head up queen, your crown’s falling :’)” and tells her to go be with her friends and something about a bubble machine idk but w/e we still stan.

buffy comes in w/ all the junk the ghc left at her house including a knockoff tamagotchi which seems kinda before andi’s time?? like she was supposedly 7 when she got it which would have been around 2010? but once again w/e we still stan. and buffy reads the recommendation letter cyrus’ mom wrote for him which seemed a tad incomplete. “I can’t believe my mom forgot to add three references, what a waste...” he sighs.

but walker comes in and andi’s like “tf didn’t u just tell me to drink bubble soap and be w/ my friends? what r u doing here?” and walker, the modern day da vinci, says “im here to draw ur friends as a going away present for your fellow queen, buffy” and buffy looks shooketh like hey if andi don’t want him go get him sis! 

so walker draws a louvre level artist rendering of the ghc and instead of appreciating the fact that walker could probably make an exact recreation of the mona lisa, andi’s like “*rolls eyes emoji* *sucks teeth emoji* now i got TWO of these little boys after me what the fuck -_-” but that doesn’t matter bc buffy and cyrus are LIVING for it. 

“im gay so clearly im the better sassy best friend, step tf back bitch”

“the sassy best friend stereotype was made for my black ass cyrus so if you think for even a second I won’t claim my rightful spot you are sadly mistaken”

“let me have this one thing buffy I can’t even say the word gay out loud on this damn show can I at least have this?? can I?”

buffy takes a sip of her virgin margarita and goes...

anyway back at the music shop, jonah has just finished practicing the song bowie ghostwrote for him. jonah’s like “great this is perfect for me to sing outside andi’s window” and bowie quite litcherally flips a table and goes “you rly thought u were gonna pull that corny shit??? what year is it?? 1985 called they want their courtship technique back lol what a loser” and jonah’s like hm perhaps he really is on crack but doesn’t say it out loud bc that would hurt bowie’s feelings :/. bowie says that he already booked jonah to perform at the open mic being held THAT NIGHT lmao and jonah just about has another panic attack bc what??

“what??” he asks bowie who is too busy thinking about him performing “you girl” to bex when they were younger to even remember who jonah even is. jonah’s quite honestly shitting himself and wondering what tf he’s going to do. “being around you” is cute and all but it doesn’t go nearly as hard as andi deserves, especially if he now has to compete with artsy fartsy walker who could probably redo the sistine chapel all by himself if he rly wanted to. “hm..........how can one convey how truly deep in their feelings they are for the one they love?” jonah asks the universe, bc hey it seems to always work for bowie. 

the universe responds by sending a speeding car full of college kids blasting aubrey graham’s newest hit single right into the storefront window. 

“that’s it!” 

jonah’s handing out flyers at the spoon and cyrus literally melts into a puddle and I’m pretty sure this is the first nod to his crush on jonah since he came out to andi wow. andi’s like “since when do u do anything aside from throwing a plastic disc?” and jonah’s like “last week 🤗"

they go to the open mic and some girlie is throwing it DOWN w/ her accordion but bowie being the uncultured swine he is, pulls her off the stage. “anywayyyy here’s our final performance and the only reason we held this show tonight, give a big round of applause to jonah beck!”

jonah walks out with his guitar and an amazon copyrighted product shaped like a portable speaker. bowie’s like 🤨 bc this was supposed to be an acoustic performance tf does he need a backing track for? jonah sits down on his lil stool and clears his throat. “alexa play ‘in my feelings, jonah beck cover’”. the device plays a track consisting of jonah’s angelic backing vocals, and our boy begins to strum his guitar. he opens his mouth to croon...

“trap...trap bowie bowie”

bowie’s chiseled jaw drops to dirty ass music shop floor. “this is...not what I planned.”

“this stuff’s got me in my feelings...gotta be real w/ it...”

the entire audience has a collective heart attack. 

“an-di, do u luv me? r u riding? say you’ll never ever leave from beside me, cause I want ya and I need ya, and I’m down for u always...”

buffy and cyrus catch whiplash from turning so fast to face andi. “the song’s about YOU bitch!”

andi shakes her lil head. “puh-lease, no it’s not”

cyrus, doing his best not to cry, says “he literally just said ur name but go off”

andi’s in denial bc eww j*n*h b*ck? singing a song? for her? disgusting. but jonah keeps singing his little heart out and the lyrics are more and more damning as they go on. 

“trap, trap bowie bowie...I buy you rice on a string cause you not that showy”

“art 101 cause u just like zoey”

“fuck he is singing about me...”

“fudge that netflix and chill what’s ur net-net-net worth?” jonah sings, hitting an impossible high note. queen of vocals. 

“you’re the only one I luv~~~” he serenades, serving us mariah carey level whisper notes. ariana is cancelled! our boy finishes the song, basking in the thought of how many careers he singlehandedly ended by performing at this small hole-in-the-wall music shop in bumfuck, utah. drake your days are numbered sis. 

everyone immediately deserts the shop en masse like did y’all see how fast they all left last episode?? damn. buffy and cyrus stay behind while andi is frozen sitting in her chair bc what the hell does one say to that. 

bowie goes up to jonah and is like “so um...that was...different.” and jonah responds “ikr! see, ‘being around you’ felt too old school, too...2002. idk why that year specifically, but idk it just sounds like it was written in 2002 for a completely different person, maybe even bex, but what do I know? im just your friendly neighborhood jonah beck.” bowie is shook. “anyway, do u think andi liked it?” bowie looks up to see his dorder who he’s more or less forgot about in favor of m*randa and demon child for the past couple of days walking in slow motion to the stage. how she was doing that was beyond him. “well, she looks like she’s about to cry so that’s either a very good thing or a very bad thing. ur on ur own now bud.” and he skidaddles to where bex is waiting. oh yeah bex was in this episode too I forgot. 

andi approaches jonah and he’s like “...so...song....you like?” and andi’s internally screaming bc everyone for the past several weeks has been pushing this relationship on her including jonah himself and now he just sung this song in front of all these ppl and now she pretty much HAS to kiss him so anyway ya she does. 

when she pulls away jonah blinks. “oh...dosche”

THE END. 

will andi finally break up with jonah for good? will jonah avoid copyright infringement for covering a drake song on disney channel? will bowie seek help for his crack addiction? find out next time on dragonball z!

[sky-writes-daydreams]

How They Met Chapter 14

A/N: Hey! I’m still here. Sorry for the delay between updates. I’ve been working on this honestly. Editing and adding to it of course. (There’s smut coming I swear to the six.) Also been debating on something. If I were to write an alternate ending to the first one I had planned an episode happiness as it were, Would anyone be interested? Let me know plz.

@valkyrieofardyn @shigekihizashi @blindedstarlight @lola-mcevil13

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Turns out I didn’t have to worry. I was sitting on the shaded steps outside of the power plant when I heard a whistle. I looked back and beamed.

“Cindy!”

“Hey girl. What’s up?”

“Waiting on the boys. Holly called for backup.” she nodded as she came closer.

“I heard. Kind of why I came running.” She sat down next to me and smiled.

“Hope you don’t mind. Pawpaw needed the truck so I had to take Bella.” I stopped then.

“Wait….” She smiled and flashed my spare key. I forgot I gave that to her. I laughed then and she smiled.

“Gave her a look over while you were gone. She should be good for a long while. Those empire techs knew what they were doing.” I stopped then.

“Who told you…?”

“The boys. Ignis was the quietest. I don’t think he likes you hanging around them too much.”

“I know he doesn’t…. Noctis just told me why…. He had a crush on me.” Cindy cringed then and I nodded.

“Kind of just crushed it…. Cus the guy that the boys keep running into…” I could feel the blush then.

“We’re dating….” She looked over stunned and I covered my face.

“You…. You're dating!? Finally!”

“Oh shut it!!! You know damn well why I haven't before now!” She started laughing then and I groaned covering my face. At least till I heard the gate open. We both straightened up and I soon ran.

“Gladio!!” He looked up and smiled.

“Hey! Sup?”

“Nothing much. Where the hell you’ve been?” He chuckled then.

“Long story. It was worth it tho.” I nodded and soon the boys started talking. I snuck away and headed for my jeep. They had it together now that gladio was home.

I got home about an hour later and just crashed on the couch. I was worn out and I didn’t feel like walking back to my bedroom. My boots were waiting by the door drying out and I just hit the couch. My phone was still dead silent but I didn’t mind. I got up long enough to scrub off some of the swampy mess on my legs and wash out my hair before I went back to the couch and turned on my small tv. I turned on some old movie and just settled down. I lost track of time while my eyes were closed. I only opened them when it started going nuts vibrating. I slid it over to answer without looking at the name.

“Hello?”

“Oh six…. I woke you.” I stopped then.

“Wait…. Ardyn?” I rubbed my eye a bit then as he chuckled.

“Yes. you ok?”

“I guess… Fuck what time is it?”

“Around seven at night. I’ve been trying to text but you never answered… Should have known you were asleep.” I laughed a bit then.

“Yeah maybe…. I’m lousy at keeping in contact though. I could have just been ignoring my phone as I clean. I’ve done that… Or reading. I do love my books.”

“Oh? Interesting…. At least you can sleep now though.”

“Yeah… I’m kind of shocked. Been a while since I’ve passed out like this…” I smiled then stretching slightly.

“Maybe getting that weight off me made it easier… I’m a lot more relaxed now…” I got up then turning on a lamp close by. It was already dark out. My tv was still on as well but I didn’t even check it.

“You too? Well I suppose that’s a good side effect.... I wonder how well you’d sleep if I was there though.” I laughed then getting into my kitchen. I kept this part of my house sparkling. I hated a dirty kitchen.

“My, That’s a jump…. But probably pretty fucking well. Wouldn’t need a thick blanket either cus you’re a heater.” I opened my fridge then and got a water out. I heard him laugh then and then pull away from the phone. I couldn't hear what he said.

“Good to know. I’ll remember that for next time hon. Sadly I’ve got to go. A quick meeting before I’m set free. Plans are in motion and apparently need my approval.” He sounded so bored. I laughed then leaning on the fridge then.

“My oh my, is the man of the people bored with his duties?”

“Very funny. I’m tired as well believe it or not. I would like an early day off.” I cackled then and he huffed.

“Go back to sleep Skylar. I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright.  Hope it goes by quick for you, Ardyn… Love you.” It felt a bit odd to say it but It wasn’t a lie. I knew he stopped then before smiling.

“Love you too Dear…. See you soon?”

“Always.” He kissed the phone then making me go red before he hung up. I let my hand fall then as I sighed. I kind of wished he was here with me suddenly.

I didn’t get long to dwell on that. Come sunrise, I was getting leads over text for hunts all over the area. I was the highest ranked hunter they could find for some of these. I organized them all on my gps the best I could before taking off. The only good news is I got to text Ardyn. In between hunts, I’d send him little photos or texts just letting him know how they went or where I was. I even changed his name from cinnabum loser to Ardyn My Love. It made the huge job load a lot easier to deal with honestly and the nightly calls while I camped at havens close by helped even more. I was honestly lying on my back next to the fire looking up at the stars with the phone beside me on speaker when he mentioned it. I hadn’t seen him in over a week now and I was a rank nine hunter now. My friend Dino from Galdin had just asked me today about this new job he had for me which is what I was telling ardyn when he chirped up.

“Wait… you said the emerald was where?”

“Costlemark. It’s old ruins from the first empire. I’ve camped near there to take out some necromancers close by but never went in. It’s labeled as highly dangerous and dave is careful about which hunters go in. He won’t even do it anymore because the last time, he almost didn’t make it out.” I laughed then smiling.

“I’ve always wanted to go!!! The loot in that place is out of this world!” He laughed then.

“I can believe that… I’ve been in there…. Well…. As of…” I heard him pull the phone away as I looked over.

“Five minutes ago.”

“You went alone!?” I rolled over grabbing my phone quickly.

“How are you alive!?”

“Easy. It’s part of my secret.” I stopped then. He hadn’t mentioned his secrets since that night at the vesperpool.

“Ardyn…” I was worried. He had been so closed off about telling me before now.

“I went to make sure we could do it together…. This is where I want to tell you everything…. It’s the closest we can get to….” He trailed off then.

“Ok… Um… when?”

“Can you be here tomorrow night? It only opens at night.” I got up then and scrambled to my map. I looked over it and smiled.

“Easily. I’m only in the next district. I can get there during the day and we can hang out until nightfall if you want.”

“Sounds good to me. Be nice to see the local hangouts.” I laughed then smiling.

“Yeah I can toss you in the lakes and see if you can catch a rare fish or leave you stranded on the arches.” I folded the map then easily. This was going to be fun for sure.

“Oh get real…. You’re scared of heights. You wouldn’t get up there even if I offered you all the gil in lucis.” I gasped then as he started laughing. I just smiled then.

“Yeah ok you got me…. Well good news is that I live about an hour away so if I’m still talking to you after this, we can go chill at my house.”

“Oh? Am I finally going to get to see where you live?”

“Maybe. It’s not much but it’s mine for sure.”

“I’m alright with that. So…. is it a date?” I stopped putting away my things then and looked over at the phone going red.

“Um…. Yeah. I guess so…. Just don’t get me drunk this time ok?”

“I won’t. Not safe to go into costlemark drunk…. Unless you’re me I guess.” I laughed a bit then smiling.

“You promise we’ll be ok?”

“I swear hon. No harm will come to you while you’re with me.”

“I trust you…. Um…. Meet up at the chocobo post?”

“Is that the central location there?”

“Pretty much to me.”

“Alright…. Mind if I see if damien will let me pet him?” I smiled then.

“Oh? Do you have a soft spot for chocobos?”

“Well…. Maybe. It’s been a while. That’s all and he seems friendly enough.” I shook my head then smiling.

“Alright. I’ll text you permission in case wiz asks ok?”

“Thanks hon. See you there around noon?”

“Probably sooner…. Depends on how soon I can get some sleep.”

“I didn’t make you too excited did I?” I stopped then. Was he…?

“No…?” He started laughing then and I growled looking away.

“You jerk! I’m hanging up now!”

“Sleep well love.” He kissed the phone then and I just smiled. I kissed back before hanging up and went to bed smiling. Tomorrow was going to be a lot of fun.

[briteboy]

stealing @bratsims format because i need a less ugly way to mass answer your messages which will hopefully motivate me to stay on top of this! at least i can say i tried

so if you sent me an anon message in the past...idk MONTH (i’m bad i know) it might be here. (older ones are near the bottom) if not, check my faq because it’s probably answered there. (and if you’re the person/people who sent the twin flame & 7th house asks, i plan to answer those separately because i have a LOT to say. get ready)

game of thrones, nuclear war, real life santis, lou theories, i’m evil, HERE WE GO!! i literally had to cut it off at the last one because it was just too much for now. i’ll try to answer some more later ok

we’re starting off on a great note

Anonymous said: gaddamn rooney's tiddies lookin' hella ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

STOP!!!!!!!!!!! THAT’S MY CHILD soaidfnjds she’s supposed to have like b/c cups (goals for me tbh, the big boob life is not fun) and sims 4 pregnancies just fuckin make them...NYOOM i’m mad you can’t edit sims’ bodies during pregnancy even with cas.fulleditmode on -___- so i let her live with her giant preggo tiddies for now

Ngl I want a kiss between Santi and Gianni (I'm sorry I'm literally trash)

then i’m here to satisfy your desires: they do kiss periodically because gianni is one of those people who’s like “why shouldn’t you kiss your friends?” free love 4 everyone

IM SCREAING AT UR YOUTUBE CHANNEL OK!!!! I LOVEEE IT, WOW

DON’T IT’S UGLY EXCEPT FOR LIKE TWO VIDEOS

hey this is kinda random but i thought joe seaward from glass animals looked kinda like santi? he has quite a weird face too lmao

oMG i actually love that, i know what you mean. that dude reminds me of a bull terrier lmao i actually saw glass animals like two weeks ago!! i didn’t really get a good look at the drummer but now i wish i did. missed connection

i just finished reading santi's story and ugh it almost had me in tears! beautiful, your story telling skills and editing skills are perfection!

ahhhhsdkgkds thank you so much ;____; that means the world to me <333

Unpopular opinion: im so done with game of thrones tbh. It's not even good anymore :/ I liked the first season but since then i've skipped through episodes because they are just sooo fucking boring and dragged out!

see like the first three seasons were pretty good because they stayed true to the books. (actually that’s a lie, littlefinger’s chaos speech in the s3 finale was real fuckin bad because guess what: it was original material LMAO) the fourth season was where it started to get messy and then the fifth season was a fucking shitshow because they completely IGNORED the fourth book and cherrypicked all the “good” parts out of it (read: the most action-y parts, while ignoring all the most important pieces of character development) and they botched the dorne storyline, oh and who could forget the iconic moment of throwing in a rape (THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS) just for fun :) love it! but anyway if you think the show is boring i probably wouldn’t recommend the books, they’re even slower getting through them lmao. but it’s worth it in my opinion. there’s so much they don’t include in the show and it makes me Angery

Okay, game of thrones fan here, I haven't read the books (yet at least, I bought book 1) but I feel like dany is going to practically turn into her father, this season she is already showing traits like his.......

OH YEAH i definitely feel like they’re moving in that direction in the process of revealing jon as the “true” king of westeros and it’s so bad lmfao. the thing is, like...cersei is already mad king 2.0? why do we need another one?????? the entire point of dany’s arc is that she’s constantly trying to deviate AWAY from the way her father ruled, demonstrated by the fact that she freed the slaves (whereas all the targaryens before were slave owners), the fact that she’s not perpetuating the whole incest thing (LMAO GUESS AGAIN BECAUSE JONERYS HAS TO HAPPEN FOR SOME FCKING REASON), the fact that she has dragons which haven’t existed in how many years...like, if she ever ends up being like her father in the books, it’s NOT gonna fucking happen like this. but i don’t think she will anyway, george rr martin has been pretty clear about her trajectory thus far. anyway this show is so ugly, next question

rooney's eye are so BIG

just like her tiddies lmao i kno sometimes i forget how big they are and then she does one of those silly endearing animations and i’m like o ;-; hello big dumb baby cow eyes

Cows? Are you secretly Matthew Daddario?

WHO i had to google him lmao i was about to say “oh the teen wolf guy” but jk @ myself u idiot it’s shadowhunters damn i literally googled “matthew daddario cows” and

tru

I love how fragile Lou looks like but the truth is that she is strong af and you can't play with her bruh

SHE IS ;-; and that’s a huge theme in her story, i’m excited <3

ima leave ur blog and come bk and spam you so you will finally notice me

im part of this online forum of girls that talks about our period and weather or not one of us might be pregnant and once this girl posted saying that her husband invited his mom without telling her to thier honeymoon and she didnt find out until they arrived at the hotel and she was already there. the most recent part reminded me of it. but long story short, her dad moved all her stuff out of his house and her friend came to pick her up and they got a divorce.

OISOJDFAKNLJSD WHAT!!! i’m guessing you sent this because of that thing i said about the reddit post lmfaooo imagine your mom on your honeymoon. why. that’s soooooooooo good 4 her u know. u don’t need to be married to his mom as well

thanks 4 trusting my love santi. he's beautiful

thank u he thinks ur beautiful too 💘

do you have any tips for runing game in good quality and fast?

euhhhhh the only tips i have for you are to merge your cc, close all other programs while you play your game, maybe invest in a cooling pad uhhhhhh yeah idk any other tips you can probably find on google

You told that thing about unfollowing people and I thought you unfollowed me, but then I checked and you didn't and I'm crying omg

lmao omg ;-; i literally cut my following list in half, it was so chaotic and it was making me anxious. so if ever unfollow any of you please don’t take it personally (i know it’s a stupid thing to say, and it’s a lot easier said than done) it’s just my brain explodes when there’s too much going on at once and some content blends into others, i’m trying to only follow people who i’m genuinely interested in enough to keep up with their posts from now on

I haven't been able to sleep in over 72 hours thanks to the constant fear over the looming world war. I'm fine. Completely fine

Oh shit, have you noticed that the media has been putting out more 'what to do during a nuclear attack' kinda articles? This world is slowly going to shit, for real. I'm not even near any of the danger really, but it still absolutely terrifies me to see all of that bc it could very well go wrong and hit my place as well yknow? I have no idea why i send this to you but you seem chill and calm so thanks for reading my freakout askfjsls

YEP it’s pretty terrifying. but at the same time don’t let fear overwhelm you, fearmongering is an ugly, ugly thing and you don’t want to live your life constantly worrying. so just prepare yourself for what might come, but at the same time, just spend as much time with your loved ones as you can, do all the things you’ve ever wanted to do, and then if it doesn’t turn out as bad as we thought it would, you *tim mcgraw voice* lived like u were dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyin’

@ Jesus anon: I really don't think it's the right time to complain about "using the lord name in vain" when there are people terrified of leaving their homes bc they are afraid to get killed (aka that poor, poor Jewish anon in charlottesville)

yeah idk like i want to respect everyone but it seemed to be in poor taste to bring that up at a time like that lmao. and also i’ve literally never in my entire life met someone who actually takes “don’t say the lord’s name in vain” seriously. 

I asked about the poses and HOLY CRAP THANK YOU SO MUCH! I finally have good poses to use for story telling. Thank you soo so so so sooooo much!

YAY i’m glad you found some good stuff <3 and honestly just going through lana’s blog you’ll find a ton of good poses, it’s a gold mine

Idk how much tv you watch, but have you've ever come across a tv show that used music from The Sim? Because once in a while I'll hear Sims 3 build/buy music on some random show and I'll get a lil shook because I find it so weird that the generic music they're using comes from a major game title.

OMG LMAO NO what i wish i’d come across that tho. one time i used sims 1 music in a video i made for school and someone recognized it

I love your stories gosh I check your page "it's everyday bro with femmesim flow" Lol sorry for that awkward Jake Paul "poop" ❤️

lmao thank u i had no idea who jake paul was until my friends started talking about him

yo, I also remember once in french class real life santi asked me what videos games I like to play. When I told him the sims, he looked at me for a while and shaked his head. He was like, "why do you want to watch your sims use the toilet?"

WHY DO YOU WANT TO WATCH YOUR SIMS USE THE TOILET SAME that’s all i care about when i play

that rooney face in the 5 facts is so iconic, its my fave picture of her. You should blow it up and frame it

i should tbh. i should print it out and put it in my wallet to show everyone because she is my child

sorry the bother you, merging cc makes your game smoother? can you explain to me please?

boop

hi i love you ♡ pass it on

I LOVE U

Can I say that hearing a MacBooks fans screaming for dear life as they try to cool down when playing the sims has actually started to haunt my nightmares

SAME my macbook is actually doing it right now for no reason. thanks laptop

Maybe Santi should go to therapy to talk out his issues.

maybe he should 🤔  but tbh he’s already talked out everything, there’s nothing really more to talk out. he just has to cope with it. he’s treated lou like his therapist thus far and that’s not okay

i love ur story and omg i totally get where lou is coming from with being tired of being compared to molly by santi, thatd hurt so much esp with how much she cares about him

thank youuu ;-; i’m glad you understand, this was a part i’d wanted to get out for a loooong time now, and i know you guys were always like “um why does she put up with this” lmao. she just loves him, that’s why. but you’re right, it does hurt.

My theory is very similar to the other anons in that Fiona's dad/Lou's ex had a mental illness (schizophrenia, depression, what have you) but he actually did kill himself and that's why she's not completely losing it on Santi because I feel like most people in that situation would have not handled it as well as Lou did

🤔 you’re right about the last part, and there’s a reason she has so much patience, das all i’m sayin

i started your story from the beginning last night and i am in awe. Its amazing. It inspired me to put a little more effort in learning to edit and write. It was like reading screen caps from a movie! I didn't want to stop reading. Anyway thing was a super sappy ask, but i appreciate your stuff. And i'm bad at putting my thoughts into words.

omg ;__________; when people tell me i inspired them it means the most to me, my brain just can’t process it lmao. so thank you so so much ;-; <333 THE MOVIE THING ESPECIALLY GOT ME IN THE HEART because i feel like that’s my aesthetic with most things i create because i’m such a film person lol. don’t worry i love super sappy, and you did a good job of wording everything because it got me right in the feels <33

Okay I've been snickering for about 43 minutes bc SANTI GOT THAT GRU CHINNN

WOT is that i googled it and the only thing that came up was the dad from despicable me lmfaosdkjfs but ok

Please, please do punk edits of your some of your characters! I'd die.

WHAT DOES THIS MEANNN do you mean like. those 2010 tumblr edits of punk disney characters and then the joker from suicide squad looked like one of them. do u want santi to be the joker. because my boyfriend already relates him to suicide squad joker because of his face tatt lmao

You love to make me cry

i do i’m sorry. if it makes you feel any better i love to make myself cry too. but my biceps grow stronger with every tear

I reeeally dont think those chancla comments were offensive??? Why would they be?? I'm hispanic (born and raised in the sunny Dominican Republic, received a fair amount of chancletazos myself) and I laughed out loud when i read them 😂😂

I JUST WANT U TO KNOW I SHOWED @ichosim THIS MESSAGE AND SHE LAUGHED FOR 12 HOURS AT “CHANCLETAZOS”

whATT my little brothers name is santiago n we call him santi for short!! guess it's not rly that uncommon but we live in a small country and he's also 4 so like,, no other santiagos!! idk why im saying this its completely irrelevant just kinda surprised me :'))

OMG wow hell yeah another real life santi...santi acts like a 4 yr old so he might as well be your brother

Just curious.. Do you play sims or just use it for storytelling? Sorry if thats weird haha

well my recent gameplay pics should answer your question lmao. i do like to play but i don’t have enough time to both play and pose scenes so i mostly just pose scenes for now. :[ i am gonna be off work for like two weeks tho so hell yeah gameplay here i come!!

I'm starting a Fiona appreciation movement because she is the real star of santis story RT and i love her and she is way underappreciated and I love her KThxBi

SHE IS THE REAL STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve said this before but santi’s relationship with her is the most important to me, out of every relationship he has in this story. i’m so glad you love her so much, sorry about what’s about to come in the next few scenes tho

Oh my heart, Santi is alive, god exist

I have a pretty hard time understanding Santi's story mostly because I'm not English but I'm sure I'll figure it out:)

ahh oh no D: i’m sorry i wish i spoke every language in the world lmao. if you want, you can message me off anon and i’ll help you understand it!!

Lou is an angel honestly

“there are worse things than seeing an angel before you die”

what tablet do you use? or how do you draw hair? it looks so pretty.

omg haha i don’t have one! i wish i did tho. all of the brushes i got from deviantart, i’m trying to find the specific ones but they’re all elusive wtf. i’ll post them when i find them! for now, here’s a good guide to drawing hair, by airi <3

Nah nah I always knew you'd save him.....eheheeh.....THANK YOU FOR NOT KILLING BABBY SANTEEEEEEEEE DNDDNSKANW YOU WOULD HAVE HAD SO MUCH BLOOD ON UR HANDS AS ALL UR FOLLOWERS COLLECTIVELY DIE FROM A BROKEN HEART BUT DW WE DIDNT BECAUSE UR QN ANGEL....but I toooootally knew you'd save him... /sweats/

I’M GLAD U HAD FAITH <3 i know omfg i would’ve expected a mob at my house if i’d actually killed him. if i ever killed him i would just lay down somewhere and die. that’s it for me

Lou & molly almost always have teeth showing, do you draw them on each pic?x

no, only sometimes i’ve drawn them when i felt like their mouths weren’t matching the expression i wanted. but most of the time it’s just the pose.

is it too late to send 16k dollars to guarantee santi's inclusion in a loving home with loving friends

it is absolutely never too late to send me 16k i promise you that

I just bought school books for $550 who knew studying marine biology could be so fuckING EXPENSIVE

EWW WTF...i’ve been lucky and haven’t had to spend a ton on books in my college career (one time i even went to such lengths that i got access to free trial version of one of my school books in a pdf, screencapped EVERY SINGLE PAGE, which was more than 400 pages, just so i wouldn’t have to spend $70 on it. i love cheating the system)

waIT i never saw ur selfie where is it, must see

u could probably just search “selfie” on my blog and find it, or enjoy the ugly closeup drunk snap i posted last night

Hey guys I'm a happy trans man that has no mental illnesses. I'm fucking pissed about Trump's ban. And to any one that says it's logical FUCK YOU! I'm having flashbacks to don't ask, don't tell because this is the same fucking wacked up logic. I'm so angry, like I'm a human, yes I may require testosterone shots once a month but that's it, I even administer them to myself. I pay for them with my own god damn money so fuck you transphobic bigots who say this law is fair. It's not. WE ARE HUMAN TOO Also same anon that ranted. Sorry about that I'm just really pissed and I love and thank you for sticking up for the community. We love you and I love you. And you're right not all trans people transition. We all do what we want to. Some start on T or E and have the full surgery. Some just have top surgery. Some just do testosterone or estrogen. Some never do anything. We're all still trans and we're all valid.

YES ALL OF THIS, sorry i didn’t answer this when it was all happening. but askdkjfas thank you for this message, I LOVE YOU TOO, SO MUCH <333 and i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to voice this in my inbox. yes every trans person is valid no matter what they decide to do with their bodies <3

One of those old hot topic shirts that said " if Darryl dies we riot " but with santi instead of Darryl.

OMG LMAOOOOO NOW THAT’S A CONCEPT who’s making these i want one

your use of references and reaction pics and gifs fucken KILLS ME

Crystal anon here. I googled around my area to find there are none of those y'know, crystal, candle, incense, magic type shops. I have panic attacks when I go outside and I wanted to look into alternative stuff since I'm on meds and w/e. I wanted to know if you or friends had any experience or recommendations for buying crystals online like on etsy or amazon. How can you tell if they're real?x

ooooh ok. usually there are shops like those in cities or even in towns with like kitschy little promenades with independent shops. (i know there’s one around the town over from mine, which is so random lmao) i do have friends that have crystals but i think they mostly just collect them for the ~good vibez~ and don’t really look too far into the healing aspects of them. i would say first go with the one that coincides with your birth because those are the ones that are like specifically catered to you and strengthen your being. as for buying online, hmmmmm i mean i don’t really know any specific trustworthy sellers because i don’t have much experience with this, but definitely read the reviews! those will help you a lot <3

Hello could you please tell us how you edited the pic of rooney in that one post that the anon asked for the unedited version?

i honestly didn’t do much of anything that differs from my usual editing process! i made her eyes a bit bigger by using the clone tool, cloning the top of her eye and applying it a little bit farther up...if that makes sense. it’s hard to explain how to use that tool lmao. and i think i used the liquify tool to bring part of her eyebrow down to look more worried.

there's still a part of me that says she ain't dead and molly is just in a coma lmao end mE

OMFLDKGKJS yeah she’s not dead surprise. i WILL say there is still flashback stuff that will be revealed. well not “revealed” like molly’s death was revealed, like i just still have to showcase some things that happened afterward. because it doesn’t just end with molly’s death, there’s stuff after that as well :~}

I'm Mexican, have lived around Mexicans, have been to Mexico multiple times growing up, just came back from a family trip at practically the border between Mexico and Guatemala and never in my life have I ever heard the word "joder" i had to look it up xD (not hating or anything I just thought I'd mention it cuz I found it funny...lol) k bye...

OK NOT SURE IF the ppl you’ve been around just don’t curse or whatever but...joder is DEFINITELY something i’ve heard mexican people say before lmao

Okay so this is random, but i was telling my sister the name of one your characters in ur story (santi) and she kinda just starts singing his name, and she said "santi high, santi low, santi go." And im just sitting there, like woah.

LMFAO WHATKNJDSKJGD “woah” same

u gonna incorporate fis hat into a really like emotional sad thing in her story huh

oMG i wasn’t planning on it but hmm 🤔

Why no el chingo? NO ME GUSTA (I'm joking btw ily)

LMFAOOOO because i didn’t wanna have to defile my son by downloading the penis mod RIP

let santi grow out dem eyebrows 2kforever

omg he does let them grow out except for the little line he shaved in when he was 14 that never grew back RIP

in ur bio it says "kt" and i know why,, it means killing them as in killing off ur characters slowly i see u gurl

i bet this story was just an excuse for you to see the world burn. well done.

OMG i mean, that was definitely one of the side effects of it all. but really it was just that i NEEDED to get this story out after it had lived in my brain for so long.

ur dead 2 me

I... just.... can't... too much pain Y U DO DIS 2 UZ?!?!!!

[actually-impostor]

Heroes and Anti-Heroes (3)

Saturday update, and I’m also here to tell that I’m posting this one in AO3 too

people tagged: @deafinatelyfangirling, @mira-jadeamethyst, @fearinghope  (Im not sure they wish to be tagged again, but let me know if you want to get out of the tag list)

Warnings for this chapter: None really, some cursing

Previous Chapter, AO3 Link

-0-0-0- Chapter 2: Control -0-0-0-

The years went by fast, faster than any of them could have predict they would, and when both friends last expected it, it was already time to apply for high school.

Both had their eyes set on Atlas, one of the best superhero academies in the USA. It was said that to apply there you had to be the best in not only your classes but also in your whole school, even knowing that fact, Enhos and Roman didn’t let it discourage them. They had faith in their abilities and in the other.

“Come on Roman, is just history!”

“Why would I even need history? I’m going to be a super hero after all”

“Those who don’t know the past are bound to repeat it”

Roman looked at his friend confused and Enhos shrugged embarrassedly, trying to hide his face with the hood of Shadow

“I-It’s what Papa always says!”

“Eh, I guess he’s right” Roman waved his hand around and turned to his friend, smirking “Anyway, any idea what your hero name is going to be?”

“Isn’t it a little too soon to be thinking of it?”

“No!” Roman eyes where shinning, and Enhos could swear there was fire surrounding his friend “I’ve had my hero name since I was ten! I’ll be known as Regal, the most amazing knight in the history of heroes”

“And then there’s going to be an egocentric kid complaining that they don’t need to know history and you’ll be forgotten”

“Ack, why must you rain on my parade?”

“It’s my job as your friend” Roman groaned and Enhos smiled “But anyway, I think it fits you Young Boss”

“Ugh don’t call me that, that’s how my mom’s security call me”

“I know” Enhos smirked “And it’s hilarious”

“Why am I your friend again?” With that both boys laughed “But, do you really think the name fits me?”

“Yeah, you give off that…” Enhos paused, making some random hand movements “I don’t know, Prince Charming kind of energy”

Roman laughed and put an arm around Enhos shoulders, pressing his friend to his side and making Enhos chuckle with him

“I’m flattered”

“Yeah, yeah. Now get to work Princey, or I’ll be the only one entering Atlas”

“Oh hush, we both are going in”

Enhos smiled, even if Roman was constantly assuring him that both were going to enter Atlas there was still that silver of doubt. Would they really be able to get in? Roman had a lot of troubles in history and math, and Enhos couldn’t understand a word of Physics. Besides that there was also the fighting part of the exam.

Enhos knew Roman would do well in that part; the boy could materialize weapons for Christ sakes, but what about Enhos himself? Would he get kicked out because his Quirk was too dark? Kicked out because his Quirk was too dangerous?

“Hey, I can hear you thinking over here. What’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m just anxious about the entrance exams”

“You’ll do great! I’ve never meet anyone with suck a great control of their Quirk, and you are like wicked smart”

“Wow, careful there pretty boy, one might think you like me”

“Nah” Roman waved his hand, like dissipating the idea “I only tolerate you because your dad makes the best cookies”

Both boys laughed at that, Enhos anxiety being calmed down for the time being

-0-

“Im going to fail”

“You’ll do fine Enhos”

“No, Dad no, you don’t get it. Im going to fail and I’ll bring dishonor to our whole family, and on me, and our cow!” Jeremiah looked at his son with a small smile

“Is he aware he’s quoting Mulan?”

“I don’t think so” Aaron laughed, shaking his head

“Hey kiddo, breath” He ruffled his son hair, no longer having to kneel in front of him to do so “You’ll do amazing, you are smart and have talent. It’s gonna be great”

Enhos breather deeply and tried to center himself. He looked at his dad and nodded, he was as ready as he could ever be to go to the exam.

The trip there was relaxed, Jeremiah had soft music playing in the background and Enhos was distracting himself with his phone. Apparently Roman wasn’t feeling much better

When his dad stopped the car Enhos opened his eyes wide, he could feel the panic clawing at his throat and in his need to feel calmer he had reached out to hold his dad hand

Jeremiah held strongly and smiled “Enhos, my wonderful son”

“D-dad”

“I’m proud of you, and I’ll be proud of you no matter what”

“E-even if I f-fail?”

“Even if you fail. You have defeated the odds, everyone told you that you could only be a villain but here you are! About to take the entrance exam to the best hero school in the US” he smiled, still holding his son hand “Your Papa and I are so proud of you my son, no matter what. Now go there and show everyone that Enhos Farandole is, and always was, a hero”

With that Enhos took a shuddering breath and nodded, he could do this. He had spent more than a month studying, his grades where one of the best in class (with a constant battle for the number one spot against Roman), he had the drive and motivation. He could do this.

As he sat down to take the test he stared at his credential, the number 2089 glaring back at him. He had to fight against other 2088 humans; probably more than that, considering he wasn’t the last one in the list, but could he really earn a place here?

He was playing with his pencil when someone else sat beside him; Enhos stared at the girl with beautiful brown skin and black hair, she looked slightly scared and stressed. He figured he wasn’t looking much better. At Enhos other side sat a boy that, compared to the others sitting around, looked relaxed and composed with the air of someone that already had been picked to enter the school. Enhos stared at him through his bangs in curiosity, and in that second the boy stared back at him.

“A pleasure, my name is Logan”

“A-ah, the name’s Enhos” He shook the offered hand and Logan smiled

“Good luck today Enhos”

“S-same”

When the examiner entered the auditorium everyone was sitting in, he took out some papers and started reading in a bored voice.

“Okay, let’s cut straight to the important stuff” He murmured “As you all know you have an hour to finish each exam. There are 4 written exams, one for every important thing.”

He took a small remote control and turned on a hologram, there was written everything that could be considered important for the examinees

“As you all can see there’s one for everything language related, one for everything math related, the other for the history of the USA, and a special one for the most popular heroes throughout history”

Here the examiner paused to yawn, making a few of the kids in the front row follow his example

“You are also forbidden from using your powers; we have a few people with cancelling Quirks around the room to prevent that from happening. Well, good luck and try not to die”

With that last statement the teacher made the test appear in front of them and a clock started the countdown. Enhos groaned, they had started with math and he was ready to throw his chair at the examiner.

He could hear the panicked murmurs around the room, whispered “what the fuck” around the room, making him chuckle under his breath because same. He looked at the clock and noticed that there was only 20 minutes left, so he concentrated as much as possible. By the corner of his eye he could see Logan almost done and the girl on his other side messing up her hair, making it stick up all over the place.

By the end of the hour he could hear a few sobs, there was also relief, a few heavy sighs, someone making a half-sigh half-hysterical laugh, a general groan in the room and the defeated air in a lot of others. At least he wasn’t the only one feeling defeated because of the exam.

History wasn’t that different, but there were less sobs and more relieve sighs after that one was over. The language one was the hardest, because what the examiner didn’t explained was that it was an exams on languages. There were different questions in different languages and honestly Enhos felt like his brain was about to collapse.

And then came the only one that Enhos was sure he would ace; the so awaited test about heroes, heroes of every side of the world, heroes with different powers, heroes that were called villains when kids and the ones that were always called heroes. When that one was over the room heaved a collective sigh of relief and the examiner laughed

“Be free tired kids” He dismissed them with a wave of the hand and the possible new students scattered. Logan gave a slight nod to Enhos and he answered back with the same gesture. In the entrance door he reunited with Roman who looked like he went to war and lost

“Though exams?”

“You have no- Wait, yeah you have an idea because you just went through the same”

“Yeah, my brain is not working well either” He shook his phone in front of Roman “Want a ride?”

“In your beat down car?”

“Excuse me your majesty” Enhos rolled his eyes “I’ll make sure my future car is better” with that he dialed his dad “Yo dad, exams are over!”

“I’ll be there in 5”

“We’re driving Roman to his place tho”

“Valerie is at work?”

“Apparently”

“Okay, not a problem. See you in 5” With that Jeremiah hang up

The following morning Enhos entered Atlas again, getting as mentally prepared for the fighting exams as he possibly could. He might have to use Shadow a lot, but hopefully he’ll be able to control it enough to not actually hurt anyone too badly.

He sat side by side with Roman and both were talking when the announcer of the program entered the classroom, their hair was all over the place and they had a shaky smile in their face.

“Hello! Im Talyn and I am a teacher here in Atlas” They fixed their glasses and chuckled “Are you all excited? I mean you probably are. Okay! As you all read in the application requirements, you’ll have mock battles after this”

They took a folder out of their bag and messed around with the papers a bit. Then the giant screen behind them turned on and a hologram showing five different cities appeared

“Now, these cities that you all see behind me are actually owned by Atlas and are in no way real cities so you don’t have to worry about a thing! You can let loose with your Quirks” Relieved sighs could be hear around the place “Your enemies are… this!”

In the hologram the image of a robot appeared

“There are three different types of robots that will act as villains. Your job is to defeat them”

“We are fighting robots?!” It was a general scream. Enhos stared in shock, that was definitely not what he expected

“Roman… Roman, im screwed”

“Can’t really deny that… Sorry”

Enhos groaned, this was not a good thing

“Calm down, calm down kids, let me finish. There are three different types of robots and all of them are worth 1, 2 and 3 points accordingly and you get them by defeating them. There’s one that’s worth zero points. Your job is to avoid him at all cost”

They nodded

“Anyone caught doing un-heroic things is going to be disqualified on the spot! Good luck, you have half an hour to get ready”

Enhos groaned in frustration, he wasn’t even in the same arena as Roman. He knew enough self defense and martial arts to hold his own but the others would be using their Quirks, and he was at a disadvantage.

He shook his head and changed clothes, wearing a black tracksuit pant and a grey sweatshirt, Shadow still wrapped around his shoulders as a cloak. He went out along the others several students and waited for the sign. The teacher, Talyn, started laughing at them.

“What are you all waiting for? It already started. There are no buzzers in real battle you know?”

The class stared at them in shock for a few seconds and then they all screamed, running inside the city to try and defeat as many robots as possible. Enhos racked his brain to try and think on what to do.

He grabbed a robot of 2 points by their leg with Shadows help and threw him at 2 other robots of 1 point. He could do this; he could even immobilize the robots with Shadow and kick them away. That would work, right? He was in the middle of a restless attack when he heard a “Heads up!”

Enhos moved to the side in a hurry when he noticed someone was flying at full speed at him, or more precisely, at the 3 point robot behind him that was going to attack his blind spot.

“Gee, boy! Use your Quirk!”

“It doesn’t work on robots, but thanks for the save” He turned to look at his savior and raised an eyebrow, it was the girl sitting beside him in the written exam

“Pleasure, the name’s Lilly!” She pointed at herself and smirked “What’d you say we work together?”

“How so?”

“We cover each other backs!” She was still smiling, and Enhos gave back a hesitant smile “You make sure nothing kills me and I do the same for you!”

“Sounds fair, I’m Enhos by the way”

“Well Enhos, let’s go!”

With that Enhos and Lilly kept each other as alive and safe as possible. Enhos was still mostly getting by with only his self-defense classes and Lilly was destroying robots with one hit and flying all over the place. Enhos documented that in his brain; apparently her Quirk gave her super-strength and the ability to fly.

“Less than a minute! Deploy Zero!”

Enhos and Lilly stopped when they felt the ground shook. Out in the distance a giant robot stood up, taller than any building around him and big enough to be considered a Mecha from Evangelion. Enhos gulped and Lilly cursed under her breath

“So that’s the Zero Points uh”

“It’s not really a wonder they told us to avoid him” Enhos nodded

“Let’s go Lilly; we are the closest to him. We gotta run”

“Okay!” Lilly got close to Enhos and smiled “Hold on to me, we are flying out of here”

“I don’t like flying…”

“Is that or death, but your choice kid”

“Ah fuck, okay”

He hugged the girl and Lilly flew fast enough to make Enhos lose his breath. When she stopped they were almost out of the gate

“Come on Enhos, run!”

And so he followed her, cursing slightly inside his head. He hadn’t destroyed enough robots to be able to enroll in the school, so now it all depended on the written exams. Once they were out of the city Lilly turned to him and smiled

“Well, that was fun Darky!”

“Why Darky?” He groaned, making Lilly laugh

“Because you are dressed in almost all black!” She passed an arm around his shoulder and smirked “I hope to see you around school, this looks fun!”

“Here’s hoping I make it”

She laughed again, slightly slapping his arm. They shared a few more minutes of conversation while walking to the changing rooms and then said their goodbyes.

Just like the past day he found Roman in the door, his friend looked so tired

“Did you over did it with the swords?”

“There were a lot of talented people there Enhos. One guy was just throwing robots and debris and parts of buildings all over the place with just his mind”

“Telekinesis?”

“Apparently, but he never really threw things bigger than him. There was other that was just teleporting all over the place. One that had heat rays Enhos!”

“Hey, Roman, breathe. I’m sure you did amazing” He smiled, texting his dad “At least between the two of us you have more chances of entering Atlas”

Roman sighed and hugged his friend one-armed “You’ll get in, somehow. I know it”

Enhos smiled, he wasn’t exactly sure of that. But they still had enough days to wait until the letters telling them their destiny appeared in their houses. They still could be kids, they still could relax.

Unknown to both of them a pair of eyes stared at the boys with a grin. This was getting more interesting.

[not-moose-squad]

Rebound Girl, Pt. 7

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: When you and Jensen are done packing, he finally listens to the call on your answering machine. What you are about to hear, changes everything.

A/N1: this is the second last part to my series for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge. I’m terribly late, I’m sorry! the last part is going to be a fluffy epilogue, coming around Monday or Tuesday

A/N2: As this series is coming to an end, I want to remind you that I am taking requests - for my first and last drabble series as well as requests in general. Also if you’d like to be tagged in other writings of mine, shoot me an ask/message. If not: thank you so much for reading guys! I never would have thought that you’d like this story that much! I love you! <3 (this counts for everyone on every tag list, of course :p)

Warnings: Anti Danneel!, language, Jensen kinda blackmailing someone (he means well tho). I guess that’s it; let me know if I missed something.

Catch up here

Jensen’s POV

YN and I had been really together now for three weeks. Basically right after the wrap on season 12 of Supernatural so we both decided that it would be nice to go on holidays. Mainly because we both wanted to get away from Danneel but also because we thought that we both deserved a little downtime. Of course Danneel hadn’t made only one day easy for us. Until I turned my phone off she texted me perpetually and asked questions about which stroller I thought would be best or which color we should paint the room and she even started suggesting baby names.

Not hearing from Danneel or anything about strollers, diapers and babies in general was… relieving somehow. Of course I was excited for all the things but when I was honest with myself the more time had passed the more suspicious I had become. She never let me come with her to the doctors and especially not when she had an appointment for sonograms. I would just simply get a picture of them afterwards with a text saying how excited she was.

One evening I told YN about it when we had dinner and even though she agreed with me that Danneel was acting strangely she tried to calm me down.

“Jensen, Dee is a sly and scheming bitch but faking a pregnancy? That’s even too much for her!”

I knew she was right but I still couldn’t shake off the bad feeling I had. It made me feel bad somehow, after all she was the woman I wanted to propose to not too long ago and actually I should be genuinely happy about becoming a father but it was Danneel. Adding up to that was the way she started to urge me to like her posts on Instagram again and she even wanted to make a post about her pregnancy.

The three of us sat together and together we could convince Danneel that she wouldn’t be posting it as long as she could hide her baby bump. The news that I was now in a relationship with my best friend was headline enough for now. I didn’t want it to be overshadowed or queried by Danneel’s pregnancy.

Today was our last day on Hawaii before we would head back to Dallas tomorrow morning. We had the most excited thing planned for Dallas. YN and I had talked about our living situations in the first week of our holidays and we both agreed on not wanting to have a long distance relationship. So we’d sort through her things and decide which things to pack for Vancouver and which things we’d take to Austin to my place.

The first call she had made was to her boss. She explained the situation briefly to her and then asked if it was possible for her to work from home as this was the easiest way for her to work from Vancouver and Austin. Of course her boss wasn’t very pleased but promised to initiate everything.

“You know,” YN started, turning her head to look at me, “I can’t believe I’m actually moving in with you.”

I laughed. “It’s pretty cool, huh?” That it simultaneously scared the shit out of us was something we didn’t like to mention, especially as we both had expressed our fears about that before. But somehow it felt as if there always were only to possibilities for us: rush things or fail. And none of us really knew what could go wrong, after all we had lived together back in our college times before and there were no other people out there that knew us better than we knew each other.

She nodded and then her cheeks blushed a bit. “I thought that, you know, once everything is settled – in Austin and Vancouver – we should totally christen all of our rooms then.” A cheeky smile spread on her face.

I smiled and turned on my sunbed so we were facing each other, grabbing her by her waist so I could pull her closer to me. “Is that so?” I whispered against her lips.

“Yes”, she giggled and then playfully slapped me on my shoulder. “And now, you pervert, I wanna go swimming.” She gave me one last kiss before she got up and went to the pool.

We arrived at lunchtime back at YN’s house in Dallas and we were both equally excited to pack her things. YN had insisted on keeping her house because “just in case” but it meant that we only needed to box her clothes and most important belongings but nevertheless it took us longer than expected mostly because it was so hard to resist her when she was wearing the shortest shorts she owned. I knew she only did that to tease me but she knew it worked perfectly. So between packing, her showing me a few of her favourite lingerie and the one or other quickie it had taken us five hours to pack six years of living in that house into boxes.

“Huh, unbelievable”, YN said and let herself fall down onto her couch. “I really had six great years here…” Her voice trailed off, probably reliving the greatest memories she had experienced here.

Plunging down next to her I saw that her answering machine was blinking. I nodded towards it and asked why she hadn’t listened to the message yet.

She shrugged. “It was blinking already when I came home after… after you know what. I figured it was you and then we went to Hawaii. Wait… It wasn’t you?”

I shook my head. “Want me to get it?” YN nodded.

Clearing my throat I got up and pressed the button. The voice of a very jittery Gen filled the room.

“YN? Shit, you need to call me back as soon as possible. Please you can’t believe Danneel one word about her pregnancy. We went to the movies last… it doesn’t matter. I overheard a call where she said it was all fake and her way to get Jens-“ She was cut off by the automatic ending of her answering machine but the way this sentence was supposed to end was crystal clear.

When I looked at YN her face was pale and shock was written all over her face. I had been right all along.

Reader’s POV

You were more than shocked. When Jensen had told you about his suspicion you were offhand about it. Sure, Danneel was a scheming bitch but you honestly thought that she at least had some decency. But obviously she’d stoop to anything to get her way.

Jensen stood still next to your telephone, shock also clearly evident on his face. This would change everything. You almost had broken up with him because of her pregnancy. You would have given up on your future with Jensen for a fucking fake pregnancy.

“Did you… Did you hear what I heard?” Jensen asked carefully.

You nodded, somehow as if you were in trance. This seemed even more surreal than Danneel announcing her pregnancy did. But now everything made sense. Why she was more focused on you than on Jensen the night she told you, why Jensen couldn’t accompany her to her sonograms… It was all just to force herself back into Jensen’s life.

From one moment to another your emotions changed from shock to anger. This stupid bitch. Who did she think she was? How could someone possibly be so hungry for fame and attention that she would do anything to get back to her ex-boyfriend, her only chance for her to become said things just because she was a shallow actress who had probably more botox in her face than others had in their whole body. Not to mention her obvious shitty character. She deserved nothing and especially not Jensen’s pure heart.

“Are you al-alright?” You asked. It surely had to be even harder for him than for you.

“I – uhm… I don’t know.”

Jensen came over to the couch. The ease from only a few minutes ago was gone, instead there was a weird tension now. He hid his face in his hands.

“You know”, he started, his face still in his hands, “I knew there was something off but I… I thought –“

“You wanted to be a dad”, you ended his sentence and he nodded.

“It wouldn’t have been ideal –“

Again you cut him off. “Jensen, you don’t need to justify yourself. I’d never judge you. She’s the only person I’m judging. Maybe it’s no comfort but in a few years… you and me?”

He finally looked up and smiled. “Hey, no, this is not what I meant. We have all the time in the world and, hell, this is how things should have been right from the start. You and me and in a few years we’re gonna have kids – if you want to, of course.”

His eyes were so soft and his smile honest, it made you smile as well. “I know we’re still speaking hypothetically but I’d love to be the mother of your children.” You cleared your throat. “But at first I wanna kick that bitch’s ass.”

“Yeah, I wanna do that as well”, Jensen laughed. 

Half an hour later you were in the car on your way to Austin. You’d arrive in the evening where you actually just wanted to unpack the boxes in Jensen’s new house but that didn’t matter quite as much as it did this morning. You wanted to punch her in her face. Jensen had called her before you left and said that you’d come for a quick check-up on her before you’d bring your stuff to Jensen’s place. Little did she know that you’d brush her botox-smile out of her face.

The car drive could have been happier but nevertheless you and Jensen sang along to various songs and you were surprised when he rapped along to Eminem without getting one word wrong. This was something you didn’t know about him and it made you smile that were things you could still surprise each other with.

You were lucky and didn’t get in any severe traffic jams which allowed you to pull up in Danneel’s driveway around 10 pm. The both of you were tired but your anger flooded your body with just enough adrenaline to take this conversation on and not too much so it stopped you from punching her in her shiny, botoxed face when she opened the door.

“Jensen”, she smiled, or maybe you should say grimaced, and hugged him. You felt him stiffening next to you. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

Jensen only shot her a short smile. “Yeah, actually we are pretty tired so if we could just talk for a second that would be nice, Danneel.”

She nodded and opened the door a bit further so you and Jensen could come in. She ignored you but somehow you didn’t expect anything else. You were nothing but a disturbing factor to her. You wondered how she planned on getting rid of you. If she considered murder you wouldn’t be too surprised, if you were honest with yourself.

You and Jensen sat down on the large couch. Nothing looked like it used to back then when it was still their shared home. She changed everything, from the curtains to the light switches, even.

Danneel sat down opposite of you, her legs crossed and her look expectant. “So, what do you wanna talk about?”

“How did you do it?” Jensen asked, his voice calmer than usual to hide all his anger.

Danneel cocked her eyebrows and laughed nervously. “How did I do what?”

“Faked your fucking pregnancy!” You yelled. Unlike Jensen you couldn’t keep warm. “I would have given up everything with Jensen. I almost would have let you win, you fucking bitch. How dare you to play such a charade? I thought you were at your lowest when you wanted Jensen to marry you so people would finally remember your existence but this? This is a new level of pathetic, even for you, Elta!”

Mid-rant you had jumped up, getting dangerously close to her. Your fists were balled and in your head you were already slapping the shit out of her but the last piece of conscious – and Jensen grabbing you by your waist – held you back.

“Don’t. She ain’t even worth the spit!” He guided you back towards the couch, practically forcing you to sit on his lap so he could control you, have a hold on you. “Calm down”, he then whispered in your ear, placing a chaste kiss behind it.

Danneel laughed. “What do you want me to say? Or do you even want me to apologize? I just wanted what is due to me.  And honestly, Jensen, we could have had a perfect life. I mean, did I really ask for too much? And as for you, little lap dog, who are you even? You have nothing to offer and Jensen will realize that sooner or later. My fake pregnancy would have just quickened it a bit.” She shrugged.

“Thank you”, Jensen said and applauded shortly. His voice was smooth, almost admiringly.You had been so agitated that you hadn’t realized that Jensen had his phone in one of his hands that were wrapped around you. And neither had Danneel.

Jensen turned his phone around so that she could see the screen which replayed her confession. Her face went as white as a ghost and her mouth fell open. “You didn’t…”, she whispered.

“Yes, I did, Danneel. I didn’t want to but you gave me no other choice. And sometimes you can only win by beating somebody at their own game. Believe me, I will not hesitate to upload that video if you don’t stay away from us and refuse to ever say anything about me or YN publicly. Got it?”

Danneel only nodded. She still couldn’t believe we – or rather Jensen – played her like that. And you were proud of Jensen. Blackmailing her wasn’t the best solution but it was like Jensen said. Sometimes you had to beat them at their own game.

“Good, then we’re done here.”

You got up from Jensen’s lap and passed Danneel, giving her a pitiful look. Jensen didn’t even look at her when he left the room.

Outside you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You were kind of hot in there, threatening her.”

He laughed and placed his hands on your hips. “I hope, though, you will never have to see me like that again.” Then he kissed you. It was a passionate and inappropriately long kiss considering the fact that you stood in front of Danneel’s front door but neither of you cared.

When Jensen broke the kiss to catch his breath he chuckled. “You know, if we had only once turned our phones on we could have known it all along. Jared and Gen left me at least a hundred messages.”

You chuckled as well. Somehow it was really kind of funny. By shutting the world off you had made it harder instead of easier on yourselves. But for now that didn’t matter anymore because it was over and that meant that you and Jensen could start living your life together, start working on a future together and that was all that mattered.

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Rebound girl // Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: ~5000

Warnings: Anti Danneel (for the purpose of this fiction she had to be a b*tch, but she is not his wife and they don’t have children for this fiction!), language and maybe it’s a bit angsty-ish? but I guess this is it If I’m missing something please let me know!

A/N: This is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1k follower challenge, my prompt was “Wait… You think I’m pretty?” (it’ll be bold in the text) and it’s also my first piece of fiction I’m posting here on tumblr! 

A/N 2: Part 2 (and other stories of mine) can soon be found on @not-moose-squad

Jensen’s POV

Being with Danneel was tiring. She wasn’t the woman I fell in love with two years ago. 

I don’t know when it happened but somehow she changed. She only cared about having my credit card when I was gone – and when I was at home – and about showing off her (fake) happiness. Dee never was someone to post much on social media, but suddenly, when Gen started, so did she. She started urging me to like and comment on her pictures because even Jared can show his love for his wife, so why can’t you? It’s really not that hard, Jensen! I want to be recognized again. Maybe it would be easier if I had your name, Jensen. Don’t you think a wedding in August would be nice?

It was frustrating. She wasn’t my Danneel anymore. When I was at home, Dee didn’t want to spend time with me, she locked herself up in her room, went out on girl’s nights or met up with her brother, yet she was complaining that I was leaving her alone so much. I didn’t know where I went wrong but I knew that I didn’t want to go on like this. Instead of proposing to her I would break up with her, as soon as I was back in Texas.

The next few days were hard on me and everyone on set wondered what was going on with me but I didn’t want to talk about it. Not even with Jared. I knew he was worried about me but I needed time to myself, needed to have this dreaded conversation I would soon be having with Danneel, in my head over and over again. She wouldn’t accept me breaking up with her, I was sure about that. But I didn’t want to spend my life with someone who didn’t want me, but my money and fame. And yet it broke my heart over and over again. I loved this woman. I thought she could have been the one for me.

Maybe it all was my fault. I was gone for almost the whole year, every year, so maybe it was just natural that she had become uninterested in me. The only thing I could give her while I was gone was my money – and some poor face time calls in the evening or only a good night text. Was it my fault? Should I have been more thoughtful?

“FUCK!” I screamed through my trailer and smashed my water bottle across the room. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt tears springing to my eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door to my trailer. I groaned. “Fuck off, Jared. I don’t want to talk!”

The door opened anyway. “Fuck off, yourself, Jensen!” Jared growled back. He sat down on my couch and looked at me expectantly. I sighed.

“Honestly, Jensen, I am so over your shit. You’ve been avoiding all of us for three days and I am not leaving until you talk to me.” And then I told Jared everything.

It’s been three weeks now since I made up my mind. I would definitely end things with Danneel. It broke my heart but I knew it was for the best. The night I had told Jared he agreed with me, said that I would know what was best for me but that he also wasn’t surprised that it had come to this. But on the other hand, Jared has never been a huge fan of Dee. For as long as I have known him he always wanted me to be with (Y/N). (Y/N) was my best friend since kindergarten and basically my soul mate. We were like one person split in two bodies. But never ever have I thought about her in a romantic way and I was sure she felt the same way about me.

Right now I was on my way back to our house in Austin and nervous as fuck. I didn’t know how to start this conversation or what to expect from Dee. But then, when I opened the door, everything changed. Danneel stood there, leaning against the doorframe of the living room. She looked absolutely stunning, wearing a beautiful tight black dress, black tights and high heels. The dress hugged her in all the right places.

“Hi, Babe”, she said seductively and came over to me.

I let my suitcase fall to the floor and hugged her. Her hands rested in my neck, carding them softly in my hair, while mine wandered along her body, eventually resting on her waist.

“I missed you”, she whispered in my ear and began to plant kisses in my neck.

“I missed you, too”, I answered automatically, regretting my words but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn’t say anything else.

Dee kissed me on my lips quickly and then let go of me. “I made you dinner, babe. I hope you’re hungry.” Then she made her way into the kitchen and I was rendered speechless. What was happening? Was she trying to make up for the past few months? Maybe she noticed how we were drifting apart, how she was only after my money, and wanted to work things out. A new light of hope sparked inside of me.

Her head peaked out of the kitchen. “You coming?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Sure, honey.”

At first the evening seemed to be nice. Danneel asked me about my time on set and she seemed truly interested in the stories I told her and her laugh seemed to be honest when I told her how we pranked Misha and Mark Sheppard. It felt like our old times together and I had almost forgotten that I wanted to break up with her. After all it seemed like we could have another chance. But the tables turned when we finished dinner and Dee cleaned the table. She insisted that I’d stay put, “I want this evening to be about you!” she had said, and while she closed the dishwasher she cleared her throat.

“You know, Jay, I was gonna post a picture of our dinner on Instagram and I thought it would be nice if you could comment on it. It doesn’t need to be special, maybe just a heart or a thank you? Just so that people see you appreciated what I did for you.”

I scoffed and bit my lip, making a face. Then I turned towards her. She stood there and looked so innocent, as if she’d asked if I wanted dessert.

“This is what all of this is about? You dressed up and cooked just so could post it on Instagram and get likes?”

She opened her mouth but I cut her off. “You know what, Danneel? I don’t even want to hear it. Of course it was about likes and attention. Everything you’ve done for the past few months was for attention. I am so stupid I fell for you goddamn shit. I… Fuck it, Danneel, I almost believed your shit again!” With that I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the kitchen counter and left. I walked upstairs and locked myself in my bedroom.

Dee yelled my name and asked me to come back but when I didn’t answer she quickly gave up. Then my phone lit up and it was a text saying Can I at least post that picture? All I did was let out a loud groan, then I fell on my bed and started drinking right from the bottle. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known that she must have had something in her mind.

I didn’t know how long it took me to empty the bottle of scotch, I just realized that I started to get tipsy and tipsier and tipsier until the bottle was finally empty and I was drunk as fuck. The world was spinning around me while I was laying flat on my back on my bed. It was then that I decided that I had to talk to Jared; had to tell him how stupid I was for almost falling for Danneels shit again.

I rolled over to grab my phone from my nightstand and almost threw up because everything started to turn even faster. It took me a moment until my view was a bit less blurry and I could see my phone. Unlocking it, I looked for my last chat and dialed the number.

“Jensen? What’s wrong, it’s 1.30 am”, a tired voice said at the other end of the line.

“Padal…Padaleski? I’m so stupid, sooo stupid!” I slurred into my phone, almost choking on the tears that now were harder to suppress.

“I reaaally almos’ b‘lieved her, Jared. Made me dinner’n’stuff, ya know, ma favorite food of all…” a hiccup interrupted me, “of all fugging time, Jared. I thought… reeeeally thought she was gonna make it up to me, ya know? She said she miss”, another hiccup, “said she missed me, Jared. Dunno what I did wrong tho. Jus’ wanted to love her and be loved. Maybe should’a just broken up with her right when I walked into ma house, no back in Vancouver alllready, Jared. Jared ya still there? Talk to me, buddy, need ya to tell me I was bein’ a stupid dumbass for not stickin’ with the plan.”

It was quiet for a few seconds and I already wanted to disconnect the call because I thought that Jared wasn’t there anymore when I heard a tired voice say that I was drunk and that I should drink some water and we’d talk in the morning. “I luv ya, buddy. You the best, least I can rely on ya!” and then the call disconnected.

“Jensen?”

I groaned and shook Danneel’s hand off. “Fuck you!”

“Wow, what a nice way to greet your best friend.”

Immediately I opened my eyes and shot up from my bed, instantly regretting it because it felt like twenty buses hit me at once.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here? Where’s Danneel?” I asked, covering my eyes because it was way too fucking bright in my bedroom.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Haven’t seen her, why?”

Letting myself fall back onto the bed, I sighed. “Do you have an Advil or something? My head is killing me.”

As if she had already known and prepared it before waking me up, she took a glass of water and an Advil from my nightstand. Then (Y/N) looked at the bottle of scotch I downed last night.

“Did you drink all of this?” she asked, nodding in its direction.

I simply nodded, putting the glass back on my nightstand and swallowing the pill.

“Now it makes sense. I was worried about you when you called me last night. You haven’t been this wasted in years. What’s going on, Jay? And why didn’t you tell me that things weren’t going well with Danneel?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What call?”

“You called me this morning at 1.30, Jensen?!”

“No, I did not. I called Jared.”

(Y/N) sighed overdramatically and rolled her eyes. Then she took her phone from my nightstand and showed me her phone list. “Believe me now?”

“Fuck”, I growled, “I am so sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t want to bother you with all of my shit. I’m really sorry!”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and she shot up from my bed. “Are you being fucking serious right now, Jensen? I am your best friend - at least I thought I was. But obviously you don’t bother talking to me because you think you are a burden? What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me about you and Danneel?” At first (Y/N) had been yelling and I thought my head was gonna burst but then her voice became softer, worry written all over her face.

Looking down on my hands I sighed. “I was… ashamed. You and Jared and Misha…”, I sighed, “you all warned me about her and said that I should be careful and now I seem to get what I deserve for being so stupid.”

For the first time now, I let my tears run freely. I don’t know if it was because I was so hung over or because I couldn’t keep my shit together in front of (Y/N). It felt good to finally let my emotions take over. When I talked to Jared about all this stuff it already helped a lot but with (Y/N) it was different. Both were my best friends but in front of (Y/N) I felt less of a need to keep it together. Breaking in front of her in tough situations like this was somehow easier.

My best friend looked at me and I saw tears shimmering in her eyes as well. “I am so sorry, Jensen”, she whispered, “but you are not stupid. You are in love with her. It is not your fault she didn’t appreciate and love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

(Y/N) came into bed with me and hugged me. I buried my head in the crook of her neck, while she ran her hands soothingly up and down my spine. Then I heard her whisper that she loved me and that eventually, everything was going to be okay.

Reader’s POV

Seeing Jensen like this broke your heart. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Yes it was true, you might not have been a big fan of Danneel when she came in Jensen’s life but when you saw them together for the first year of their relationship you thought that they may had a chance. It had shattered your heart because there wasn’t any other thing that you wanted more than being the woman by his side but what mattered the most to you was that Jensen was happy. And at first it seemed like they were.

Danneel tried to attend to as many conventions as possible, she came to visit him in Vancouver and she seemed to accept Jensen’s lifestyle and popularity. It took you a while but you started to accept that she seemed to be the one for him. Yes, it broke your heart. But your friendship meant more to you than anything else and so you settled for that instead of telling him about your feelings and possibly losing him forever.

It didn’t take long and Jensen made up his mind and wanted to propose to her after only one and a half year. But hey, you weren’t the one to judge. It was him who had to make this decision and he seemed genuinely happy. That was six months ago.

Now your best friend – and love of your life – was in your arms and cried because of said woman. It made you hate her. If she had been at their shared home you were sure you would have killed her. Jensen slowly stopped sobbing and you looked down at his tear-stained face. Luckily no new ones were running down his face anymore. He was fast asleep again and a soft smile spread on your face. He looked so peaceful.

You slightly shifted and made yourself more comfortable. You wanted to be there when he woke up. Scrolling through your Instagram feed you liked a few pictures and commented on the new photo Sarah posted of Isabella when you felt yourself drift off to sleep. A small yawn escaped you as you decided that it wouldn’t hurt if you took a short nap as well.

You stirred awake when a phone started buzzing. An arm was draped around your waist and it took you a few seconds to realize where you were. Jensen was lying next to you on his stomach, your legs were intertwined with his and his arm rested on your waist. You smiled. This was certainly a view you could get used to. But on the other hand that’s what you almost always thought no matter what he was doing. Jensen was more than perfect.

The phone had stopped buzzing by now but you checked to see who called you. It was Jared. Normally you would have got up but you were so intertwined with Jensen that you had no chance of getting up without waking him. So you decided to call Jared anyway, you just had to be as quiet as possible.

It rang four times when Jared picked up. “Hey, what’s up?” You whispered.

“(Y/N)? Why are you whispering?” He sounded amused but also a bit concerned.

“I’m lying next to Jensen and he’s asleep. Don’t want to wake him. Why did you call?”

On the other end of the line Jared sighed. “Jay is the reason I called. I haven’t heard from him since he texted me he’s landed safely. How is he?”

You looked over at him. He was drooling a little bit and you giggled. “He’s drooling right now! No, he’s miserable. He couldn’t text you anything. Dee pulled a stunt on him and he just got himself drunk as fuck yesterday. At 1.30 he called me thinking he called you and told me everything. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, Jared?”

Jared cleared his throat. “I thought you knew, honestly, (Y/N). You are his best friend as well. I didn’t think he’d keep it from you…”

Next to you, Jensen opened his eyes. “Who you talking to?” His voice was still thick with sleep.

“Gotta go, Jared. See you.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything back and ended the call.

“It was Jared. He wanted to know how you are.”

Jensen mumbled something you couldn’t understand before he turned on his back and stretched. Then he yawned long and loudly before turning on his side, looking at you.

“Wanna get some food? I’m starving.”

You smiled and nodded. He didn’t seem as hung over as he was this morning and you hoped that you could get his mind off Danneel – or more alcohol. Apart from that you were starving as well.

Jensen’s POV 

4 weeks later

I had broken up with Danneel about four weeks ago. It had been hard and she wasn’t all too happy about it but in the end we could talk about it reasonably and she agreed that it was the best for us. We both deserved people who truly loved us and while I did truly love her she admitted that she used to love me but that it had become harder and harder the more time had passed and the more time I had spent in Vancouver.

Despite the rather friendly ending of our relationship I took a week off and tried to keep my mind occupied. I didn’t want to think about her or our house that I left her. I just wanted to get away from everything and anything that reminded me of her. Jared and (Y/N) had been an amazing support for me and (Y/N) even let me move in with her.

(Y/N) was an even better friend than she had been for the past 36 years. When my break was over she even came up to Vancouver with me because she didn’t want to leave me alone yet.

We both laughed a lot when we were together and we reminisced about our childhood memories. I reminded (Y/N) of one story she had long forgotten. We were teenagers and in High School and one of my classmates pretended to have a major crush on (Y/N). (Y/N) was flattered because he was the captain of our school’s football team and basically every girl wanted to be his girlfriend.

I was rather suspicious because I knew him and his friends and how they always turned everything into bets. Even girls. It didn’t take long until (Y/N) agreed to go on a date with him. She didn’t tell me about it because she knew I wouldn’t want her to go. Nevertheless I found out about it and luckily I found them just at the right time. That douchebag was urging her to get into the car with him because he knew that “everyone wants him to be their first”. In that night I had my first fight ever.

(Y/N)’s favorite story was how I pretended to be her boyfriend for four months back when she was in college. There was one creep who just didn’t want to leave her alone and always asked for another date no matter how many times (Y/N) had turned him down before.

It had been a while since (Y/N) and I spent every day together. With me being in Vancouver and her still living in Dallas there weren’t many days we could spend together. Even when I was on hiatus or she had a few days or weeks off, life would sometimes still mess with us. But now that I had spent four weeks with her basically 24/7 because she also came to visit us on set, I got to experience how simple everything was with her. A simplicity that I hadn’t experienced with Danneel. With YN I could just… be.

She was just an amazing woman. Beautiful, smart, witty, honest, funny, fair… I could go on like this forever. But some of the things I started to feel scared me. My heartbeat, for example, that always quickened when she entered the room or when she smiled. Most of the time I just ignored these feelings but I didn’t know if I was imagining it or if they were really getting stronger day by day now. I mean… she had been my friend for 36 years. I couldn’t just fall in love with her now. Right?

For tonight, (Y/N) and I had scheduled a movie night and I was more than looking forward to it. It meant comfy clothes, popcorn and pizza and a lot of fun with her. She was out getting our pizza while I was preparing everything at my flat in Vancouver. The popcorn was done and I put it in two different bowls, one sweetened and the other one salted. Just when I put the bowls down on the table, (Y/N) unlocked the door and came in smiling.

“Babe, I’m home”, she yelled and laughed. It had become our inside joke. A little laugh escaped me as well but it also didn’t go unnoticed by myself that my heartbeat quickened.

“Good, I missed you”, I answered and another laugh shook her body.

“I was gone for 20 minutes. How could you miss me?” She placed the pizzas down on the table and fell next to me on the couch.

I pulled her on my lap and kissed her hair. “You are a wonderful woman. The question should be how I couldn’t miss you!”

She giggled and playfully slapped my hands that I had wrapped around her, wriggling out of my embrace. “Shut it, Ackles. I want to eat!”

I laughed and watched her grabbing her pizza and excitedly cutting it into eight slices. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and smiled, then taking her first bite of her pizza. Grabbing mine and placing it in my lap I asked her what she wanted to watch and she shrugged, not being able to say anything as she was fighting with the mozzarella that was half on her pizza and half in her mouth.

After she swallowed she looked at me. “What do you think of love actually?” She used her puppy eyes on me and I smiled.

“Don’t pull these puppy eyes on me!” I said overdramatically.

(Y/N) smiled knowingly. Her puppy eyes worked perfectly fine on me and I was already looking for love actually on Netflix. I knew she loved that movie and even though I hated it because she forced me to watch it approximately 500 times I loved how much she still enjoyed it.

We soon finished our pizzas and she grabbed one of the popcorn bowls, curling up next to me, with her head in my lap. I didn’t really pay attention to the film but to her. I liked watching her reactions when her favorite actors were on screen or when she was annoyed by the actions of someone in the movie. It was way more exciting to me than actually watching the film.

As she lay there with her head resting in my lap, my fingers traced the skin of her outer thigh lightly in small circles, I felt how her body was covered in soft goose bumps due to what I was doing. It was also then that I really let my eyes roam her body for the first time. Even though I knew that it was somehow wrong I couldn’t help myself. (Y/N) was my best friend since kindergarten, I shouldn’t feel all these things that I started to feel over the past few weeks but here I was, realizing that maybe my missing puzzle piece had been (Y/N) all along.

She was truly beautiful. Her beauty was simple but yet there were so many special things about her. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes that always sparkled when she laughed or talked about something she was passionate about or her hair that she was wearing in a nice up-do today… it actually didn’t matter to me how she was wearing it, she always looked amazing. There were her cute dimples as soon as she smiled and then there was her perfect body. She moved slightly and so her white tank top slid up a bit, giving me a view of her hipbones. Also I just now realized that her red sweatshorts had a Snoopy printed on the left side of her butt. I quietly laughed to myself.

“What?”

“Nothing”, I answered and laughed.

She turned around, now looking up at me. “Tell me, Ackles, or I’ll leave and you can watch your chick flicks alone!”

Alright, Ackles, here goes nothing. “I just think that you are beautiful.”

(Y/N) sat up with furrowed brows, pausing the film.

“Wait… You think I’m pretty?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

I took her hands in mine and smiled. “You have the most beautiful eyes and I love how they sparkle when you talk about things that are important to you. And your smile, it’s so wonderful and powerful you could probably stop wars with it… I think, things with Danneel had to come to an end so I could finally see how beautiful you are. Inside and out. I know this must be weird right now, (Y/N), but I think I might… like you. Like really like you.”

She looked at me skeptically and shook her head. A small, but sad, laugh escaped her lips. “You are confused, Jay. You just broke up with Danneel a month ago, I get it. Being single is hard when you’ve been in a relationship for so long and especially when you wanted to propose to her but had to realize she didn’t love you for who you are. But this isn’t you talking. It’s the broken heart.”

It broke my heart. She looked so devastated. As if I had just told her that I would never want to see her again. This was not the reaction I was hoping for.

I cupped her cheek. “Hey, buttercup. It’s not the broken heart that’s talking, it’s me. 100 percent Jensen talking here.” A single tear rolled down her cheek and on my hand. I brushed it away with my thumb, trying to lock eyes with her.

“It’s just…” A soft sob escaped her and it broke my heart to see her like that. If I had known what my words would do to her I would have never said them. “I have hoped to hear these words for such a long time, Jensen, and now you are saying them but I just can’t believe them. Because if I do and I let myself in for this and you realize that I’m not as pretty as you think in the morning or that my laugh is annoying when you hear it at one in the morning because I’m up watching The Big Bang Theory ‘cause I can’t sleep… What if you realize all that and let me go? I would not just lose my boyfriend, I would also lose my best friend.”

I was taken aback by her words and looked at her, not quite knowing what to respond to that at first. It only got worse when she slid away from me to the other end of the couch.

“(Y/N)…”, I started, reaching out for her but she crossed her arms in front of her chest and tucked up her legs and I felt as if she had slapped me across my face. “I have known you for as long as I can think. Don’t you think I don’t know what you look like in the morning? Don’t you remember what happened the last time I caught you watching The Big Bang Theory at one in the morning? I sat down next to you and we laughed together. Please, (Y/N), give this a shot – give us a shot.”

She looked at me like a deer in the headlights and by now tears were running down her cheeks freely. I felt so helpless. When I told her I didn’t know what to expect and I was probably expecting anything but not that. Not in a million years did I imagine that she became a crying mess because of me, my feelings for her… her feelings for me.

(Y/N) vehemently shook her head and got up. “I can’t do this, Jensen. Not like that. You project all of your feelings you had for Danneel onto me. And I don’t want to be your rebound girl, I’m sorry.” Her voice broke at the end and then she suddenly turned around and quickly ran over to the front door.

I got up as quickly as I could but before I could reach her she was out of my door and gone. And there I stood, running my hands through my hair, tears in my eyes, wondering if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

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Chased pt. 2

Chased  – Engraved <– Engraved 16 | Engraved 16.5 –> <– Chased 1 | Chased 3 –>

Short: Unlucky in love, Kim Jongdae finds himself wanted by a problem seeking journalist. What could not go wrong? Words: 3409 Type: Fluff/Smut/Angst Pairing: Chen x Sora (oc) Notes for Update: 25 Warnings: Jongdae still being a dick, but now a hurt dick, vomiting, blood, injuries, small tho, alcohol. A/N: This will run chronologically with Engraved, but it’s not needed to read this to understand Engraved, but the parts posted for Engraved after this will contain spoilers. It is also not necessary to read Engraved to understand what is happening here. But it will make things more clear.

Jongdae pov

Jongdae walked down the street, it was an icy cold night and it was pitch dark here. Most of the streetlights were busted and it didn’t make his mood any better. His hands were stuffed in his pocket, but still freezing, but maybe shaking more from anger. Or was it something else was feeling. This whole situation was messed up. What Kyungsoo did to Angel, those bruises, it made him furious. That she’d still trust him after that was beyond him. He’d been ready to punch the life out of Kyungsoo and the emotion honestly kind of scared him. Just the idea of him laying his hands on Angel again. He grumbled something and lashed out to the side, knuckles scraping along a brick wall and he felt the tear of skin. Jongdae didn’t wince, he didn’t even bother to check whether he was bleeding, cuz he probable was. And frankly, he didn’t care. 

After over an hour of endless strolling through dark alleys and places you shouldn’t come when it’s dark he passed his old house. He didn’t know he was going there, but his heart must’ve taken him. He looked up at the building, two stories, small, pushed in between other houses of the same state. Some windows were broken and open, others were nailed shut with wooden boards. The door was hanging on it’s hinges. Nobody lived here, nobody had lived here after his family. It was a small house, 2 bedrooms, 1 tiny bathroom, a kitchen just enough for a family of three, and a living room where they’d had a roughed up couch and a lounge chair. Why he found himself in tears, he wasn’t sure, but he blinked them away and walked past. There was something heavy sitting in his gut and he wanted it gone, whatever it was. Whether it was about Angel, or Kyungsoo, or his familial house, he didn’t know. But it made his skin feel uneasy and his hands were shaking. Soon, or well, soon, he actually had no good idea of what time it was, but it was closing in on midnight. That’s when he passed the Flying Dutch, the bar Sora had taken him too last time. And he thought why not, he could use a drink. So he unzipped his leather jacket and stepped inside, it was warm and bustling. He shrugged his jacket off and placed it over the barstool beside the one he sat on. The guy behind the bar was the same one as before. “Red wine?” he asked. “Yeah.” He was younger than him, maybe 22, blonde hair, swept back. He handed him his drink. “You should get that checked out.” He said, pointing at him hand. Jongdae looked at his knuckles, there the skin was broken and there was blood staining his fingers. “I’ll be okay.” He mumbled, and took a big gulp of his drink. He put his phone on the counter, and found he had 8 missed calls from Angel, and 3 from Kyungsoo. Not that he felt the need to call back, not now. The youngster behind the bar kept eyeing him suspiciously, and he just let his eyes glide over the people inside. Most of them were around his age, college students. Girls in too short skirts and guys with v-necks that were too deep for his liking. “I haven’t seen you around here before.” This girl stepped up to him, dressed in skinny jeans and a tank top that showed a sliver of skin around her stomach. “I don’t usually come here.” “Can I get you a drink?” she offered, leaning on the bar beside him. She cocked her head to the side, running her fingers through her black hair. He noted she wasn’t wearing a bra, and it didn’t suit her right her top was way too thing.   He held up his glass to her. “I still have.” That’s when she noticed his hand. “Jeez, are you okay?” she reached out for him and he pulled back. “Don’t, I’m not interested in you, you’re flirting with the wrong guy. “ “Are you taken?” she narrowed her eyes. “No, I’m not interested.” He repeated. She scoffed, flipped her hair over her shoulder and pranched away, swaying her hips. He was sure she’d find some other guy who was in for a quick fuck. He unlocked his phone, and scrolled through his contact, quickly passing Angel’s name as if he hadn’t seen it. There was that knot in his stomach again and he just closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He ordered another wine and twisted his phone on the counter. What he did next, after his third wine, he didn’t know why, but he did it. He dialled the number and waited for her to pick up. “Sora.” She answered. “Come drink.” “Where.” “Your sketchy place, I’m having a drink by myself, and I want company.” She paused. “So now I’m your booty call?” “Booze call, come on.” “Fine.” She mumbled, but he knew she wouldn’t have denied. He waited for her, ordering another red wine and a beer. She came in wearing the same ripped black jeans but now paired with a loose v-neck sweater and right then and there he thought she looked good. Really good. Even though the cleavage might’ve been too much for her. Her long legs carried her over to where he stood, and she brushed her red hair away from her face. As she reached her arm up he saw a bit of skin on her side and he wanted to touch it. “Hi.” She said, but she frowned. “What happened to your face?” Sora reached out and grabbed his chin, turning his face to the side. “Did someone beat you?” He pushed her hand away. “Leave it, it’s fine.” “Jongdae you have a cut under your eye.” “Huh?” She reached inside her purse and shoved a mirror in his face. He blinked a few times and then spotted the cut, it was under his eye along his cheekbone. It wasn’t big, and there was a little smear on his cheek. Probably where Angel’s ring caught his skin or something. He reached out with his hand to touch his cheek that was still a bit red, and found it sore. It might bruise a little, she packed some power. “Jongdae your hand, what the hell.” She roughly grabbed his wrist, and inspected his wrecked knuckles. “Did you get into a fight?” “No.” “Jongdae?” “No! Leave it, I called you here to have fun, not to judge me. Jesus.” He grumbled, and drank a bit of his wine. “So, you’re going to drink or not?” She sighed and grabbed his jacket, placing it over her lap and sitting down. “I’ll have one drink with you, tell me what happened.” She grabbed the beer and put it to her lips. There was a faint sheen of what seemed like lip balm and she kept eye contact while swallowing, on purpose. “Did you get into a fight?” “No, listen Sora, it’s personal, I don’t want to talk about it really.” This wasn’t making him feel better, he just needed to relax. She rolled her eyes and took another sip. “So, it’s about a girl.” He choked on his wine and coughed loudly. “Excuse me.’ Sora got up from her chair, her own coat over her arm. “She’s calling you right now Jongdae, Angel, sounds like a girl to me.” Jongdae looked sideways at his phone and saw that Angel was indeed calling him, again. “I’ll be leaving then, I’m not doing this when you’re dating someone.” Jongdae took her wrist to hold her back. “Angel is not my girlfriend.” “But this is about her?” He contemplated, looking at his phone and then at Sora. The hurt look in her dark eyes, he hadn’t meant to cause that. “Not here.” She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Then where Jongdae? Ha? Listen I’m not investing my time in a guy who’s hooked up on someone else, I’m not that girl.” Jongdae stoop up and touched her arms. “I know you’re not, and I’m not that guy either. But Angel she…she’s my best friend and we got into a fight and-“ “She did that to you.” She pointed at his hand. “What is she? An animal?” “No, I did that to myself.” It dawned on her, “Let’s go to my place. It’s 10 minutes from here.” He stumbled over the edge of the door when they left, and she almost fell with him. “Jesus, how much did you drink?” “I’m not drunk,” he grumbled. “Might be tipsy, but I’m not drunk,” She chuckled lightly as they reached her car. It was a small one, red model Kia, cute. The interior didn’t smell new but it looked nice and clean, organised. No left over McDonalds boxes in the back, or clothes or something. “You didn’t intend on drinking a lot? I mean if you came by car.” She shook her head and turned into a parking lot under an apartment building. “No, I have school tomorrow. I was studying when you called.” “I’m much more fun than you’re books.” He said, looking at her. She looked to the side and he winked. She blushed and it was cute. “Here were are, let’s go.” They got out of the car, and took the elevator up to her room. She was looking at him, taking him in. “You look good though, I mean apart from the blood and upcoming bruise.” He smirked at her, lightly. “I know.” “I normally don’t like cocky guys, but it looks good on you.” She opened the door to her apartment, he trailed behind her with his good hand in his pocket. “This is my apartment, please make yourself at home, but don’t ruin anything.” He nodded and walked for the couch. “Nice place, this what you were studying?” he touched the papers on the table that were strew about by the laptop. Something about legal aspects of journalism. She came by him, put two glasses on the table and poured in whiskey. He was about to open his mouth. “This is all I have, so suck it up.” He grabbed the glass and threw it back in once, which earned him a smack over the head. “If you get drunk I don’t care, if you get so drunk you can’t get home I’ll kill you.” “Hmm pretty lady, come at me.” He winked slyly. She rolled her yes and disappeared into the bathroom, so he poured himself another glass. Sora returned with, of course, a first aid kit, and sat down next to him. She was warm, and he felt it, her thigh pressed against his. Why was he so hyperaware? Without a word, the took one swig of the glass and then grabbed his hand and placed it on her leg. The material of her jeans was soft, and so were her hands. Delicate thin fingers, that took good work of disinfecting his wound, wiping away the blood. She was so gentle, and he silently watched as she wrapped his knuckles in some bandage. “There. Now tell me, Angel?” He sighed, leaning back. “She’s my best friend and, we got into this fight. We never fight, and I got angry and I lashed out at her, verbally, so she slapped me. And I felt like I got pushed aside and I don’t know. I’m pissed.” “You’re sad.” “No I’m angry, don’t confuse.” “You’re confusing your own emotions, but hey if you like to drink them away be my guest. Just don’t puke on my carpet.” She laughed, and her laugh made him laugh. His eyes fell on the clock and it was well past 2am. He downed the glass and held it out to her. “Well then let’s do it, but drink with me.” She couldn’t help but chuckle, and leant up to grab the bottle and pour in some more for both of them. He clanked his glass with hers, and she watched him intently. For a second he let his eyes slide over the curve of her body, her legs crossed over each other, leaning back. The soft dip by her collarbone where her sweater had dropped of her shoulder and the strap of her bra was exposed. Her skin was dotted with little freckles, even there, and she looked so so soft. He remembered the shirt she was wearing previous time, and noticed she was probably wearing a pushup bra. It didn’t suit her, she didn’t need it. “So, you’re staring at me.” She mused, looking at him. “Can’t I?” “I thought you didn’t like me.” “Hmmm I don’t have a thing for you, but you’re attractive.” He said, and it made her blush and scoff at the same time. She had that attitude, but she was more affected than she lead on. He wasn’t sure if he was playing with her, but he liked it. Her phone rang, and she sighed. It was beside him, on the arm of the couch but he didn’t make a move of getting it. He arched an eyebrow when she did, and she grumbled something and stood up. When she placed one of her legs past his he made his move. Jongdae pulled her down, and she landed straight in his lap, straddling him. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her. He devoured her mouth, it was on from the first moment. She parted her lips eagerly and he delved inside her mouth. He groaned deep in his chest at the feeling of her hands reaching in his hair. The easy way in which he pulled small moans and whines from her only spurred him on. His tongue piercing ticked against her teeth, and he pressed it against her pulse point when he kissed down her neck. She hissed when he sank his teeth into the same spot, sucking harshly. Jongdae practically growled when she tightened her fist in his hair and pulled. He dragged his tongue along her collarbone, and she pressed closer. With his fingers now splayed over her back, he felt how warm she was. He wanted to drown in her, she tasted so nice, and smelled nice to. Like chocolate and coffee. When he was done sucking little quick fading red marks on her shoulder, he reconnected their mouths. He slid his hands down past her ass to her thighs, and he pulled her a little closer. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, even through the skinny jeans, and he relished in the feeling. Her chest pressed flat against his, and with every little shift of her hips he felt himself twitch in his pants. “Fuck.” He grumbled against her lips, especially when she decided to suck his bottom lip into her mouth and lightly nibble on it. She slid a hand between them, up from his stomach to his chest where she brushed her thumb over his nipple piercing. He moaned into her mouth, and she smirked against his lips. She’d obviously found something there, as she did it again, less accidental this time. It sent shivers up and down his spine and his jeans grew more and more uncomfortable. She kissed him deeply, hands sliding up his arms slowly and softly. It was nice to feel how pliant she was, how soft she was, there was no hard feeling of muscle beneath the skin. He could squeeze where he wanted, and he did. Causing her to let out a little whine as he grabbed her ass. He lifted her a little, trying not to break the sloppy kiss. The kiss was loud, and handy, and wet, and he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to feel her against him as he lifted her up and shifted them. With her legs now encircled around his waist he pressed her against the couch. The cushions dipped, and he found place between her thighs. Sora tried to find a more comfortable place, shifting underneath him, and he let out a groan when she bucked up right against his hard on. It startled her, and he noticed. Her hand pushed at his chest. “Jongdae.” She mumbled, and he kissed down her neck. “Jongdae stop.” He pulled back, a little in shock. Her lips were red and swollen from the kissing. “What?” he asked. “Jongdae we shouldn’t do this.” “You don’t want to?” “You’re hurt Jongdae, it’s not right.” She pushed him up a little, and sat back down against the armrest. “Don’t get me wrong, that was by far the best kiss I’ve had, but I’m not sleeping with you when you’re like this.” He looked at her, sighed and moved over, sitting down on the couch with his elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, and leant his head in his hands. God what did he just do. He’s angry and upset because his best friend slapped him and didn’t pick his side. And here he is, ready to sleep with the girl who obviously likes him a lot and he doesn’t originally want anything to do with. There was a fog of alcohol clouding his head and for a minute he wondered what would’ve happened if she hadn’t stopped him. Would he have gone through with it? Slept with her? That made everything seem even worse and his stomach twisted. “Sora, where is your bathroom.” He asked, not looking at her. “Oh down the little hall there and on the left.” She pointed and he looked up at her, nodding. He stood up on shaky legs, feeling his head spinning for a second. That’s when he knew he got up too fast. He bolted down the tiny hall and made it just in time to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach in the toilet bowl. The bitter scorching taste of alcohol over his tongue only made it worse. He kept going until nothing more would come out, and his stomach muscles hurt and hit throat was sore. Sweat was beading his forehead as he leant his chin on his arm that was keeping him up. A warm hand touched his back and rubbed up and down soothingly. “Anxiety puking, sit up.” She said softly, placing a cold wet washcloth against the back of his neck. It cooled him down a little as he sat up on his knees. He didn’t dare look at her, feeling ashamed of himself. And she just rubbed his back until his frame stopped trembling. “It’s alright.” He now sat back against the wall, and looked at her. She handed him a glass of water, and he used it to rinse out his mouth and spit the water back into the bowl, flushing again. He drank the rest of it, it soothed his throat. “You alright?” she asked, brown eyes concerned. Jongdae sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m being a dick. I was ready there to undress you and fuck you like the next girl on the block.” Sora look at him and reached out for his clammy hand. “I know. And to do that it’s not okay. But you’re obviously hurt and upset and…as much as I like you, and I really like you Jongdae, it’s not right. Why did you even call me?” “I actually don’t know.” He said, and he felt the sting in his heart when she confessed easily to him like that. She sat across from him, leaning back against the wall with her legs outstretched. “This Angel, she hurt you?” He shook his head then. “She…comes out of a rough relationship, and this new guy she’s dating, I don’t know if I trust him. We got into a fight about it, and then I said something really nasty, she slapped me, I left.” “You’re protective over her, she’s your best friend, I get that.” “Sora, she’s everything to me.” He whispered. Jongdae could see the comment struck her wrong for a second. She clicked her tongue. “If that’s true then you should go talk to her.” He scoffed. “You’re hurt, I understand, but if she means that much to you, you must mean a lot to her too. Otherwise she wouldn’t keep calling you. Just go home and see her.” Jongdae looked at her. “Will you drive me?” “Of course.”

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Your Heart’s Desire

a very late submission to tmntflashfic‘s valentine’s day prompt thing, since it got insanely long, and has to be broken up into parts.

Master Post of Chapters.

————————————————————————————- Chapter Five.

Casey slammed his bag down on the table, and slumped into his seat. His fellow arts student, directly across from him, raised her eyebrow.

“What crawled up your sorry ass and died?” She asked, eyes skimming over the dark circles under his eyes, and the scratches on his arms. “Or better question, what attacked your sorry ass?”

“I went from having one demon, to two demons, to three demons, all of them pissy little assholes-” Casey counted on his fingers quickly. “-in under, like, a week or two or some shit. I don’t even know anymore. Jesus.”

“You got another cat? Cats? Two new cats, plus the first one. Yikes.”

“Yeah. Sure. My cats.”

“Three cats is a lot of cats, Casey. Even for a currently single art student.”

Casey dug out his energy drink, cracked it open, and took a sip before answering. “You’re telling me.”

“So what happened to you last night? The cuts and shit. Your cats turn on you or something?”

“Or something.” Casey grumbled, nursing his drink. Caffeine. Sweet, sweet caffeine. “Two of them got chased off by the other one, and then showed up again in the middle of the night- not even after four AM, god- and proceeded to continue their piss fit in the middle of my living room, trash my kitchen and couch in the process, and bring my neighbor’s wrath down on all of us. Again.”

Two extraordinarily angry demons dropping out of thin air- right onto another demon, who’d finally gone to sleep maybe an hour ago- in the middle of the night hadn’t been fun. Casey had woken up to the loudest racket he’d heard in… probably a few hours. Maybe.

There’d been fire involved. There’d been purple electricity involved. And just for shits and giggles- knowing Mikey- there’d been balls of pure energy launched into the fray that left chunks missing from whatever they hit.

And then April had kicked down his door, broom and water gun in hand, and everything went straight to metaphorical hell.

Not literal hell, thank god, but they certainly were heading that direction for a while there.

Donnie had tried to kill Casey at least twice more. Maybe Mikey too. That being- Mikey maybe trying to kill Casey, and Donnie maybe trying to kill Mikey. At the same time. Casey hadn’t been able to tell for sure if Mikey actually tried to kill him or not, but he had a very deep suspicion of that one stray plasma shot.

April was the only reason anyone actually went to bed afterwards. Casey now had three new words to live by: Witches Kill Bitches. Yikes.

Casey took another long sip of his drink.

He’d gotten electrocuted, beaten, and just a tiny bit burned. Fun night. Maybe one of the wildest he’d had in a while.

Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.

“Why don’t you just give two of the cats back? The first one sounded chill enough without the others.”

Casey laughed dryly. “Oh I wish. I really fucking wish.”

If April couldn��t chase the other two off- and damn if she hadn’t tried- then no one could.

Casey’s classmate shook her head sympathetically and despairingly. “Casey, I do not envy your life, nor do I understand it.”

Casey slumped over the table, balancing his already empty drink in his hand. “You and me both. God.”

   april

april

april

APRIK ANSWER ME

fuck april*

CAPS LOCK STANDS THO

 Casey for god’s sake

What is it?

It’s not even three AM yet why are you texting me

 I JUST REALIZED RAPH MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL ME

 …how is this news?

He threatened your life at least five times the first day you met.

 YEAH BUT I JUST REMEMBERED THE SOUL THING

THE SOUL THIGN APRIJG

THESOULTHING

 You’re worse than I am at three in the morning.

What ‘soul thing’, Casey.

 THE SOUL THING ABOUT HOW IM SIGNING MY SOUL OVER TO HIM FOR WHATEVR STUPID CNTRACT I MADE AND HOW ILL DIE ASSOON AS HE TAKEE IT

 Typos galore, and

Yikes.

 THIS IS WHY IM SITTING IN MY EMPTY BATH TUB AT THREE AM IM GOING TO FUCING DIE

APRIL HELP IM FUCKED

I FUCKED MYSELF OVER RLLY BADLY THISTME

H E LP

 And somehow, I’m betting you still find him ‘hot’.

 YES THIS IS PART OF THE ‘FUCKED MYSELY OVER’ BIT

 Oh Casey.

Casey, Casey, Casey.

How did you make it to adulthood? Really.

 SHUTUP THATS NOT HELPGUL RIGHT NOW

APIL IM SCREAMING

SCREMAING AT THREE AM IN MY FUCKIG BATHTUB

FUCK MY FICKING LIFE OH MY GOD

 Raph’s kept you alive this long, he probably won’t kill you.

I’m assuming, at least.

You’re very hard to keep alive, Casey. If he just went and killed you after all this, it’d be a waste of time and effort.

Of course I could be wrong and your demon call boy could just be insane.

 SCREAMING APRL

SCRMMING IN A BATHTUB

NOT

HELPING

ME

 At this point, you may be beyond help.

Even mine.

  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ohshit i woke up don

fuc

fuckripme mikes awaketoo fukcv

apl make sure my funeral is a nece one I deserved better ing likfe than this

fkjgb;eiugb;bkbgfjnfgt

  Casey?

Casey?

Good grief. None of us are ever getting a full night’s rest ever again.

I’m getting my gun, Casey. I’ll be there right away.

I just need pants first.

    In the end, Casey didn’t ask Raph about the soul thing. He was, in a word that he was never ever going to repeat to anyone, too chicken-shit to do it.

If Raph’s reply was “Yup. When we complete the contract and I take your soul- you die. Tough.” then Casey wasn’t sure how he’d handle that. Better to just avoid the whole awkward “will you kill me or not” conversation for now.

And besides, he didn’t really want to bring up the whole ‘ending the contract’ thing. If he did, that meant they’d have to start working on it again, and Casey… didn’t really want it to end. Not just yet.

He focused instead on surviving the transition into having Donnie as a member of their crowded household, and not dying in the process.

The lanky demon, dark as Raph but with way more hair and way less muscle, was a complete know-it-all. He took every chance he had to lord over Casey the fact that he was just some ‘ignorant human’, Donnie’s words not Casey’s.

He also took every chance he had to hint very unsubtly that Casey didn’t deserve Raph’s presence in his home, and Casey tried not to read deeper into that beyond speciest tendencies Donnie seemed to have.

Mostly though, as long as Donnie was preoccupied by the thick textbooks he kept getting from somewhere, or by Mikey or Raph, he didn’t give Casey much attention at all. Just lounged around Casey’s apartment building, and made snide comments at everyone.

It wasn’t intolerable, seeing as Donnie had gotten over his ‘murder the human’ phase pretty quick. Still annoying for Casey though, trying to make it through his own apartment, only to have a long tail trip him up, or a large wing snap out in his face. Casey retaliated with holy water mixed into Donnie’s food portions, smacking the demon’s protruding appendages with his hockey sticks, and sicking Raph on his brother when all else failed.

Or April, but watching the two of them stare one another down, broom and magic in hand, was a bit hard on Casey’s heart, so. Not so much that option. He liked his apartment intact, thank you.

So basically, Casey snapped at Donnie and Donnie snapped at him and they both threatened violence until someone pushed them apart. No blood was shed- no more than what was usual lately- and they somehow found a balance of mutual dislike.

In the end, neither of them liked one another, but Donnie had been very clear he wasn’t leaving until Raph did, and Casey had been very clear that he either shove it or shove off.

But no one was dead yet, so. Kudos to both of them.

Now Casey was dealing with a new problem, created another time over with the newest addition to his already too cramped home: feeding them all.

“Why do you guys have to eat so fucking much?” Casey grumbled, shoving the heavy grocery cart along. “God. This is more than I eat in a month.”

“I need power, because you’re a moron who can’t even remember why he summoned me,” Raph answered as he tossed yet another package of food into the cart. “And because Don and Mike are little shits who like to be as annoying as they can.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out,” Casey said sulkily. Accommodating three demons at once was a major hassle, especially when one was liable to set the neighborhood on fire for a laugh, and the other was still in the middle of a silent pissing contest with his neighboring witch. Oh the trials of adulthood. Casey felt like he deserved a vacation.

If it wasn’t for the insane load of cash Donnie had magicked up, Casey knew he would’ve hit broke by now. From where the cash had come from, Donnie wouldn’t say, but looking at all the zeroes in his account, Casey hadn’t felt like questioning its origins.

He had however, questioned why he wasn’t paying some price for the generous donation. Donnie had replied vaguely that his due was being covered by Raph, and then promptly fucked off into the open air; lifting off the ground with sweeps of his wings, and leaving Casey outside the supermarket without a real explanation.

Fucking demons.

Upside of things, Casey had gotten to send his dad and sister a good chunk of cash, and he didn’t have to worry about student loans anymore. Downside, his dad had texted to check if Casey had switched career choices to become a hitman and his sister had texted with the question if escort prices had suddenly gone up.

No faith from his family, honestly. Couldn’t he make money in a legal manner? Casey could totally make that much money if he tried.

Raph came back to the cart with an armful of hotdog and hamburger buns, and dumped them into the already very full cart.

“For the meat,” Raph explained shortly to Casey’s questioning look.

“What meat?” Casey asked.

Before Raph could answer, a shopping cart went racing past their aisle, and Casey caught a glimpse of Mikey riding it and what looked like majority of the raw meat section stacked in with him.

“That meat,” Raph said, pointing after his brother, and Casey could hear semi-maniacal laughter coming from that direction.

Casey sighed, and started to push their cart towards the direction Mikey had gone. “Guess we’re having a barbeque tonight, since no way this is all fitting in the fridge.”

Something crashed on the other side of the store, and Casey started pushing their cart a bit faster.

After they’d wrangled Mikey, magicked away the witnesses memory of the demon’s full-tilt crash into the flower stand, repaired said flower stand, and Donnie had at some point reappeared mysteriously out of thin air to snark at everyone- Casey managed to herd the three demons towards the check out with their purchases.

Again, he got his usual cashier, and the man gave Casey another look for his newest addition to their gaggle. Donnie admittedly stood out even more than Mikey did, in looks at least, being well over six feet. Mikey still had him beat in aura of crazy though.

In comparison to his siblings, one twitching constantly and the other giving everything a calculative and condescending look, Raph was practically normal seeming. Slightly below average height, and just a tinge of surliness to him.

And then Raph hiccupped a smoke ring, and the image was ruined.

Casey paid for their food, and didn’t give the cashier any explanation for his friend group.

     Since Casey didn’t technically have a barbecue for barbecue, and neither did April, the task of cooking the meat got passed over to the walking fire pit. They also ended up relocating to the roof, after Raph set Casey’s ceiling on fire.

A pleasantly warm evening wind blew over the roof top, wafting the smell of cooking meat towards Casey. He glanced up to look at the other roof top occupants.

April had brought one of her folding chairs up with her, and was reading a book near her garden. The position was only semi-protective seeming, and everyone was giving her garden a wide birth.

Mikey was busy playing with a cat that’d appeared out of nowhere, despite Casey’s apartment building being pet free. Casey had started to question the cat earlier, but then he’d seen it had deep, bottomless black eyes, and had figured he’d leave well enough alone. At least it seemed more interested in rolling around on the roof with Mikey, rather than causing extra property damage like all the other demons in Casey’s life.

Donnie was the opposite of Mikey, completely lax and silent. He was laid out on a blanket that he’d probably stolen from Casey’s linen closet. Wings out and tail twitching, Donnie seemed intent on catching the last rays of the sun before it went down, slowly paging through yet another thick book he’d pulled out of nowhere. Eventually, he and April were probably going to bond like the condescending smarty-pants assholes they both were, and then everyone else was probably going to die.

Raph was rotating a couple dozen meat products in the air, flames licking around them in helix spirals. It smelt great, and Raph’s intent focus on keeping the food from burning gave Casey the chance to side-eye him a bit.

Admittedly, Casey might’ve been side-eyeing all the demon brothers, because shit- it wasn’t like they weren’t all relatively to very good looking. Even Mikey wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, as unlikely as it was for Casey to ever risk going for him. Because he liked his extremities intact and not bitten off, and he totally still caught Mikey eyeing him like food sometimes.

Point being- Casey had a lot of very attractive men staying in his apartment at the moment, and wow was he very gay.

He tried to remind himself that A) two out of the three would probably kill him if they got the chance, and B) his focus was on Raph, as impossible to obtain as the demon likely was, and that he shouldn’t get distracted by the demon’s siblings.

And besides, he liked Raph the best anyways. Better personality, even if no one else would probably think that except for Casey.

Casey refocused on the sketchpad in his hands, and did his best to reroute his wandering thoughts. No gay thoughts for him, no siree. Not while he was in the presence of others.

He was in the middle of yet another sketch of a full demon form- this time Donnie’s, because the long swooping tail and wings were fun to draw. He was still trying to get the proper look down, since at the moment it looked too much like a regular dragon, and not a demon.

“Hey Raph,” Casey said, glancing up from his drawing again. “Quick question. How come you all look like dragons? Not very demony.”

“Because that’s what fits this era best,” Raph replied. Which made no sense.

“Elaborate a little more than that?”

Raph gave him a look, but answered anyways. “Our manifesting shapes change depending on the plain of existence we enter, and also with whatever the sentient population will fear best. In this era, it’s apparently big scaly lizards with wings. I’m not complaining, since it’s better than some we’ve gotten.”

“Dragons are cool shit though,” Casey said, twirling his pencil as he watched the meat in the air do the same. “They’re everywhere in media. Not exactly the boogieman.”

“Worked well enough on you,” Raph said, giving Casey a teasing smirk.

Casey scoffed. “Man, whatever. It was morning and I was hung over. ‘scuse me for not being able to keep my cool with a fucking demon in my house.”

Raph gave a warm laugh, and Casey found himself smiling just a tad wider than he usually would.

“Okay, I got another question then,” Casey said, leaning forwards on his crossed legs. “Which one of your ‘manifestations’ has been your favorite? You gotta have one, seein’ as you’re old as shit now.”

“Shut up, I’m young by demon standards,” Raph said, rolling his eyes. “And if you really wanna know, one of them was one I had just a couple hundred years ago. Not on this plain of existence, but it wasn’t too far off in similarity.”

“Yeah? What was it?”

“A turtle,” Raph said, and Casey couldn’t help the startled laugh that came out of him.

“What? No way. How is a turtle scary?” Casey asked in disbelieving amusement. “They’re like- tiny and cute and shit. Slow too.”

Raph shrugged, twirling his wrist so all the meat in the air would too. “I’d show you, but since I’m busy… hey Donnie!”

“What?” Donnie said in a tone that Casey recognized easily from his own sibling.

“Get over here; I want you to show Casey what the turtle manifestation looked like.”

“Ugh, no way. I’m busy right now,” Donnie said, giving them both a grumpy look.

Raph twirled a couple hotdogs threateningly towards Donnie. “Do it, or I use your horns as extra roasting sticks.”

“Raph- come on, don’t be a dick.”

“Don’t be a lazy shit.”

“Raph.”

“Donnie.”

“Fine,” Donnie grumbled, getting up if only because the hotdogs had been getting dangerously close to his seven inch horns.

Casey stood up too, officially and extremely intrigued about what would happen next. He wasn’t alone in that either, since April had set down her book to watch the rest of them, and Mikey and his weird cat had gone still.

Donnie steepled his fingers together, and closed his eyes. For a moment, nothing happened, but then a rune circle appeared under his feet. From the bright purple magic, a wall of water swirled up and around Donnie. The height of the airborne whirlpool grew, and Casey could see that something inside was growing with it.

Then, the water’s surface broke at the bottom, and receded upwards to reveal-

-a giant bipedal turtle.

Casey let out a shocked laugh, and couldn’t believe his eyes.

Donnie had gone from six something to twelve something, now with the addition of a shell, plastron, and dark green scales. A long staff was strapped to his back, held in place by royal purple sashes wrapped around Donnie’s chest and shell. The water receded to pool in the air above Donnie’s head, and it condescend into a sort of reflective disk. Casey mentally compared it to the halos he’d seen on angels in church murals.

Donnie reopened his eyes, which had remained luminous red through the transformation, and looked down Casey with a displeased look. Somehow, even with a beak like mouth, he managed to sneer at Casey.

“Ta da,” Donnie said, giving a half-assed jazz hands. “One turtle reporting for duty. Can I change back now? This itches.”

Casey noted that instead of discordant and harsh, the demon’s words were actually close to lyrical sounding in this form.

“Why’s it itch?” Casey asked, secretly hoping to prolong things so he could memorize the finer details of this form. Shit, this would look amazing in watercolors.

“Because it’s not the right one for this world,” Donnie said in a deeply annoyed tone. “It’s wrong and it feels a bit like wearing a winter coat in summer, I guess.”

“Oh. Neat.” Casey replied vaguely, still busy memorizing.

“You know,” April spoke up. “I wonder if anyone can see the shit you guys do on this roof. I don’t know about you, but it would be weird to see a giant bipedal turtle on my roof if I didn’t know better.”

“I have spells that erase memories of events like this,” Donnie replied smoothly, with only a hint of ‘duh’ in his tone.

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure Raph doesn’t, because yesterday a guy at the coffee shop down the way said he saw a really weird ass bird in the sky. About the size of a mini-van? Pointy horns too.”

Everyone looked at Raph, who looked a little embarrassed.

“Raph.” Donnie said in a disapproving tone.

“Sometimes I forget to turn them on, okay?” Raph defended.

“I can’t believe you.”

“Shut up! Do you want dinner or not?”

“I do! We do!” Mikey interjected, waving his cat around in the air like something out of the Lion King. The cat made a long warbling meow, and Casey’s felt goosebumps prickle on his skin.

While the others were distracted, he took the chance to pick up his sketchbook and start a rapid gesture drawing of Donnie. Maybe later, he could get Raph do switch forms too, and draw him as well.

So while Casey hurriedly drew, Donnie got pelted by hotdogs as he kept berating Raph for his carelessness, said hotdogs quickly snatched out of the air by Mikey and his cat and devoured, and April calmly watched the whole show from over the top of her novel.

All in all, a pretty normal evening for them lately.

Casey was about done with being assaulted by demons.

Example: being stalked on the way home from campus, and feeling increasingly evil vibes being aimed at the back of his head.

The first afternoon in days that didn`t involve one or more of his mostly unwanted house guests tagging along- and this happens.

Casey risked a glance over his shoulder.

The man, concealed by his loose black hoodie and blue ball cap, was still following him. He seemed normal enough from first glance, no tail or horns or anything in plain sight, but Casey also knew better by now than to be fooled by that.

Casey thought he saw a flash of icy blue eyes from under the hat brim, and he whipped his eyes back to the sidewalk in front of him.

He was at least a half hour’s walk from his apartment still, and the bus wouldn’t save him now.

Why didn’t demons have cell phones? Raph could probably destroy a small city on his lonesome, but he didn’t have a god damn cell phone.

Casey tugged out his phone, trying to casually speed up his walking as he did.

april help im being stalked by one of raphs crazy relatives pls send help rn

A cold shudder went through Casey, and he knew the guy following him had gotten closer again. On and off as he’d been walking the last five minutes, every time Casey looked back, the guy got closer.

Fear sweat prickled the back of his neck, and Casey swallowed.

He didn’t have a handy bat or hockey stick, and he didn’t have a demon protecting him either. Unless someone got here quickly, he was probably going to end up demon food.

Pretty sick way to go, all things considering, but he’d rather not die on this particular day.

“Respond,” Casey muttered. “Please, god- April, respond already.”

Casey felt a rush of air go past him, and it felt way too fucking cold for this time of year. Something not actually there tried to climb up his spine, and Casey shuddered all the way down to his soul.

He typed an all caps message of ‘HOLY FUCK APRIL IM SERIOUS PLS RESPOND RN’ and started walking even faster.

Wow this was not how he wanted to die right now. Maybe later, maybe a few years down the line, but not right fucking now.

His phone chimed, and Casey gasped out a choked laugh.

Raph’s on his way. ETA should be less than a minute.

Why can’t our lives be normal anymore.

BESNIDELATERIMGONNADIE

What else is new?

Casey would have replied again, but a violent shudder went through him as an ice cold feeling gripped his body. He didn’t want to turn around, really, he didn’t- but he did anyways.

Raph’s brother- probably the elusive Leo- stared Casey dead in the eye, from just a block away. Navy blue eyes froze Casey to his core, and he felt like he was suddenly breathing sub-zero air.

Leo opened his mouth, and something reverberated through the air. The other humans walking down the street around Casey stumbled, and Casey’s knees came close to buckling. He only barely recovered enough to keep standing.

Welp. Time to start running.

Casey bolted fast as he could, and he cursed Raph for bringing this kind of insanity into his life.

Casey might’ve been slacking on his exercise lately- too much demonic influence in his life to even remember- but he could still sprint like the wind. He’d never quite grown out of the skinniness from his teenage years, and he counted his blessing that he hadn’t packed on muscle like he’d hoped he would. Wind whistled past him as he ran, and Casey felt caught between sheer terror and utter excitement.

Nothing like running for your life to kick the old adrenaline into gear.

Casey risked a partial glance over his shoulder, and regretted it as caught sight of Leo still hot on his tail. The demon wasn’t even running, he was just walking- and yet, he was still only a block behind Casey.

Fucking demons. Fucking demon magic. Fucking life.

Casey pushed himself to run faster, and prayed he wouldn’t land on his knee wrong and wipe out. He’d be screwed if he did.

He yelped as the sidewalk ahead of him was suddenly coated in ice, and he had to stop short before he hit it. Casey turned to the left, and darted across the street. A lone car honked at him as he ran, and for a second, the accident that’d fucked his knee over flashed across his eyes.

Then it was gone, and his feet hit the sidewalk across the street. He kept running, lungs heaving as he attempted to give Raph time to show the fuck up and save his ass.

Casey had to change directions again though, as the sidewalk again was covered in ice. This time with jagged points aimed directly at Casey, ones that would impale him clear through if he fell on them.

Casey dodged away from them, and found himself in an alley. An alley with a dead end.

Shit. Clichés. He hated clichés.

Casey whirled to run back out, and found Leo blocking the way. Casey retreated further into the alley, and raised his hands to the calmly advancing demon.

“Okay, so, I dunno if the other two have told you this yet-” Casey swallowed, trying for bravado instead of nervousness. “-but I’m officially off the menu. Just ask Raph, he’ll vouch for me.”

Leo didn’t pay his words any mind, and the air around Casey suddenly went freezing. With a wave of his hand, encircled by blue runes, Leo sent the alley into the deep freeze.

Casey’s airways went dry from the sudden drop, and he glanced around in panic. The walls of the alley were quickly being covered in ice, sharp points growing from both sides like jagged teeth. Casey’s shoes skidded momentarily, as the ice spread across the ground as well.

“I’m serious, Leo,” Casey said, trying to get the demon’s attention by saying his name. “Raph and me are cool. So if you could, like, be a little less literal with the chill, he’ll be here any second now to explain the shit that’s been going on-”

Leo remained quiet, but shut Casey up with a harsh gust of ice wind. Casey inhaled sharply, and coughed at the sheer coldness. It spread through him, and he coughed harder as he struggled to breathe.

Then-

He realized he couldn’t move his feet.

Casey made the mistake of glancing down, and saw that his feet were encased in ice. Ice that was steadily climbing up his legs, and locking him in place.

The dark ice moved quickly, spreading up Casey’s body almost faster than he could register what was happening. It covered his legs, and then spread to his torso, and Casey couldn’t breathe, ice filling his lungs and chilling him through.

His eyes clouded with tears, as ice wind kept whipping around him. He was half blind, more than half frozen, and came to the conclusion he probably was going to die.

He managed one last cough, before the ice spread to his neck, and froze his lungs in place. He felt the ice spreading down his arms, and Casey couldn’t think it was so cold. Everything was burning, the freezing prison wrapping itself around every piece of his body.

Casey felt the ice creep onto his face, his vision blurring as it did, and he couldn’t fight it at all.

The ice covered his nose, and spread over his eyes and head, and then Casey was trapped in the dark. His eyes frozen shut and his lungs frozen in place.

Then-

Something flared, hot and burning, on his chest-

And the ice shattered around his face, around his chest, and Casey could breathe again.

He blinked rapidly, sucking in as much air as he could, and tried to clear the clinging ice crystals to his face. Everything hurt, his hands and feet and legs and every bit of skin on him- they felt like they were still encased in ice. Cold enough that the warmer air was making them burn.

Casey saw something red flicker on his chest again, but he couldn’t see well enough to recognize what it was.

He spotted Leo, who’s calm, blank expression had broken. He was staring at Casey in shock, visibly confused as to why Casey wasn’t a human popsicle.

Then Raph fell out of the sky, right onto Leo, and threw his brother across the alleyway. Casey managed a short laugh at the sudden shift in mood, Leo looking utterly confused and offended by the turn of events, and Raph looking like he wanted to set everything and Leo on fire, the both of them yelling at one another in increasing volumes-

And then Casey’s vision went black, and he felt himself hit the ground.

next part.

[travellers-survivor-old-west]

Episode 7: “The coin flip gods decided Xander would be leaving us tonight”- Chloe

Everyone drop your..................... spare change we have a decision to make - Someone on the losing tribe, probably.

jeezzzzzz this round is fucking frustrating. so last minute last round my alliance flipped to keaton which was WONDERFUL!!! I was having a hard time talking to him and I'm glad it's Vi and Xander still here. the concering thing tho is someone told vi to do keaton so like.....someone tryna scoop up that good good number huh? this auction though....FUCK THIS. so it started off fine. nobody snatched the first thing bc it was useless. but then the second item hehe I grabbed it bc I wanted to throw to keep ashley safe + wanted to know what it was. so i was like ok cool love it. but then for some reason another item got posted after the time the post said the challenge would be running.....which was not fair flkjfl and i didnt see it cause i was like cool i can sleep now :) and then it's the fuckin most powerful thing in the game :)))) love that for me lol. and someone on that tribe fucked it up. i literally would've fuckin spent all the money for it if I'd known the auction was gonna go past the time the hosts said rip so that threw a wrench in everything and now i am a sad sad cowboy :'( next day i snatched the first item to end the auction so that the power hungry snakes in my alliance didnt get all the good stuff. so even tho i got nothing of value, i DID get assurance that only one thing is out there that I need to be worried about. :))) hehe :))) and it was REALLY EASY to play off like xander took them both tbh. he was typing in the chat the whole time lmao. the only problem is that chloe eve and isaac are actually smart and they might know it was me but like i rlly put in that fake nancy drew work and was like HELLO DID U BUY THOSE THINGS ? I even asked xander if he got either of the items hehe. im just sittin here with my two lame-ass packages <333333 but i have a really bad feeling about the other tribe. Ashley was on a work trip all week and I know her and her fuckery and her inability to talk to boring men and her tribe has way way too many of them. jared/sammy have the power on that tribe if they scoop dylan and goat nick or bro down with aidan. so it's bad news I think. I'm gonna be pissed at them if they get her out (and i swear to god if jared is doing it just to break up me and her so I'm closer to him he has another thing coming!!!!!!!!! :) ) i wanted to be loyal to jared and ashley, but if he gets her out before I even have a chance to play with her, im gonna be fuckin bitter!!!!!!!! and who knows what I'll do then :)

Well rip us again. I’m slightly screwed? Maybe. I did get 2nd highest score so hopefully the others keep that in consideration considering Owen, Xander and eve got lower than 50 points. I’m pissed Bc Chloe and I both tried hard to carry the team. We were 200 points under. That’s more than either one of us got. Every one else didnt do an entire section. One of them only did a couple pictures, another only did a couple videos. Rip I want to die.

BIIIIITCH. Shit has hit the fan and I finally feel like we're playing a game here. Last tribal was intense but it brought back that feeling as to why I play these things so I was kind of into it. Overall the scrambling in the last few hours showed a lot of people's hand and I think that was one valuable thing that came out of the last vote out (in addition to Sammy's vote out). Apparently the alleged vote was Ashley, which Jared told me rather late, and I didn't feel clued in on that AND I was a fan of Ashley. She was one of the only people here from my second tribe and she talked to me more than a majority of the tribe making me realize that the Malakoff OGs might have formed a voting block - Pat might possibly be involved. Apparently it was a push on behalf of Pat but I did use my vote steal and try to push things in order to save Ashley and push it onto another target. She really wanted Jared but I do feel like I have a stronger relationship with him and the ability to reconcile things further which is why I tried to deviate the target to Sammy. Plus in all of the ambiguity and the fact that my name was going around (as Ashley as a decoy to save herself *insert eye roll*) I felt the need to use the vote steal I secured on the rails. Regardless of how things played out at the end of the day I had no idea what the chaotic twink [Dylan] was going to do and in the event of a 3-3-1 tie I doubt Jared was saving me over Sammy. Weren't they butt buddies in a Tumblr Survivor or something? Like it just wasn't realistic... and I don't feel like I leveraged it poorly at all. Better than going home with something in my pocket like last time. Plus the studio art major's reaction in their exit interview only helped prove my point that they were the best person to go. Plus I felt as if the studio art major in question has the type of fun but lowkey personality that allows people to go deep and as such an extroverted loud ass bitch those players tend to be the ones on my radar. We worked hard, we persevered and won immunity. Pat worked his ass off in the fucking challenge because he knew he made a fucking mistake writing my name down but he's trying to be cordial. Honestly I think a lot of people are biding their time until merge and I have a sneaking suspicion I might be a person of interest when this merge comes. WHY? Well that challenge was CLEARLY thrown and the people who seemed to be left out of the loop were the ones from my original tribe. I'm pretty sure that's a fucking act of war in Ancient Greece. Nick (my number one ally atm I love you Nick) pointed that shit out immediately and made me run to check the results which left me shook. I tried to bring it up to Jared who played it off... another kind of red flag. My priority right now is to strengthen relationships heading into a potential merge and making sure they're on good footing with me even though the last thing that's happening is a loyal Malakoff 3.0. I'm not even going to delude myself with the fucking thought. Despite having Nick and I guess Ashley, I do feel very alone in this game. Most games I succeed in I have a partner in crime so I'm going to adapt and see how I can take on the merge. I really want Nick to know I trust him as much as I do and I hope that whoever survives of Chloe and Vi is excited to see us. That's if the merge is next and you're not playing with us... But I also hope that both Chloe and Vi survive this round but the break up of the challenge doesn't look good. Is there a chance they just fucking suck?

Being back at tribal is fucking hell. At this point just give us merge I stg id be more likely to be immune then. Honestly it feels like most of my tribe put ZERO FUCKING EFFORT into this challenge and I’m beyond angry about it they’re all fucking bastards and I’ll vote every single one of them out for doing this to me.

Thoughts on being at tribal - the coin flippers are staying strong and yet again we flipped a coin to see who goes home between Vi and Xander. This time there’s no Keaton to fuck things around so I’m hoping it stays this straight forward and there’s no genuine last minute scrambles. I don’t think anyone from the group has told Vi or Xander yet who the vote is but the coin flip gods decided Xander would be leaving us tonight. I just wanna fucking sleep. So yea no valid reason for voting Xander tonight other than it was down to a coin flip. Either way I’d be voting Xander and Vi out at merge anyway.

M E R G E U S 

I’m stupid and forgot to do this so I’m doing it from the bathroom at work pls don’t strike me I’ll give you detail when I get off sjhdjddh

Spoiler Alert: He never did send us details when he got off work.....

Hey, this tribe fucking sucks. they never talk about anything or want to do much. Like i had to beg people to do the call. and force that to happen. and I had to force a vote talk out of people.... Thats not my style of gameplay. I hate that im forced to do that. and just want out of this tribe ASAP. IM just hoping if i do survive and make it to merge. that my clever "talking" skills have earned me some credit in this tribe. where I have some allies. I do want to make it far and not just flop in this game. Especially when no one really knows me here and they can't target me because im in a duo with someone on the cast. @every other game i play. *glares at jess* 

Also Xander...

Part 2 electric boogaloo I really just want Alyssa to expose me. Like is that so hard. Also i forgot to mention in my last confessional that Jess had a booty call and they left their top there. 

IS IT MY TIME TO GO??????

Last round was pretty wild. I really did NOT want Sammy to go but unfortunately my hands were tied and he was with jared and pat. I kind of pushed for jared last round a little too much and Aidans ass told jared and he confronted me about it. I think i did a pretty good job at explaining why and basically it was like we both kind of went for eachother last round but now no one will think we are working together. My hope is that aidan and nick will be loyal and continue to work with me but i have a feeling jared is stilll trying to work on aidan and aidans ass is falling for it. Merge is probably coming up and im a little scared about that but if nick and aidan dont flop I think we can make it far.

So last round I played like peepee poopoo I should've just listened to Sammy like I told myself I would at the beginning of the round and voted Aidan... but the second I detect any shadiness even in a F2 or F3 person that's when the meltdown comes... it was like the Bryce situation all over again Not to mention Aidan two-timed me! But luckily it is still early enough in the game to recover from this, and I still have the high noon... I just need to hang onto that no matter what. So this round I centered back in on my round one gameplan, Aidan lost my trust and Dylan earned his 3rd strike with me by not having my back in the tribe chat. I've been bonding with NickG, and I made a deal with Ashley so I'm hoping that new doors will open for me on this tribe. With that being said, we won the challenge and honestly I couldn't care less about a merge any more, the farther away it is the better to be honest- I can have a 50/50 shot at making it one round further every time with tribal immunity. Another note, non-zero odds that Owen threw the challenge for me? We'll see.

Idk what day exactly the video title is specific of when I’m speaking from.

More Pat....

[survivemiddleearth]

Episode #3: “Nabbed by a man in a party city cow suit” -Nick

I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THAT I JUST GOT NABBED BY A MAN IN A FUCKING PARTY CITY COW SUIT, IM FUCKING KILLING MYSELF IN THIS STUPID FARMERS FEILD

Remember when i said i felt secure in this game? Yeah me neither, and now with a tribe swap (:

I’m so sad???? I don’t even know the names of my old tribe to mourn them. AHHHH I DONT WANNA SWAP YET cri cri. Well fresh start cept Stephan is here so semi fresh. Hopefully he won’t screw me over jajdjdw

a tribe swap huh... I'm really curious to see how the Idolhunt works, and if the clue for a 2nd Idol on 1 tribe (?!?!?!) is actually transferrable.

Its a tribe swap and yay! I’m with the two people I’ve actually talked strategy with, Dennis and Sammy. However, I am with Vi, who is not my favourite person, i’ll try for the clean slate and all that is my philosophy but she has a history of being a snake, if an ineffective, goat-esque snake.

BLESS THE RAINS Ok I'm actually sad about Jayden - was a cool guy but I couldn't try and dictate another vote so soon and he WAS on the outer :/ BUT NOW I GET TO BE CHAOTIC YEE HA! im throwing my old tribe under the bus so fast cuz im messy and i want to be that bitch (patent pending) johnny will assume i'll take his side probs but like, I might, but I'm not gonna give up this opportunity to play middleman my inner kass is gleaming caw-caw am coming!

Yay! I love my new tribe. I have had good experiences with all these players, so I feel that my options are available and I can go to whoever I want for an alliance.

I HAVE FOUND. EVERY SINGLE. FUCKING. IDOL LOCATION. ALL THREE. AND THEY'RE ALL. FOUND. IM GONNA. SCREAM. IM. MAD.

Ok lost post but I haven’t confessed since the swap so: ok so the tribe swap has me shook. Thank Zeus that I’m still with Jay and Ford. Zach and JG are also on this tribe but I don’t think they like me. I messaged Zach and he responded with ‘👀’ which was funny asf but also. how do I respond to that. Drew and nick both had conversations with me so I don’t feel completely rejected. Jay and I have been sharing idol hunt stories and we’re pretty sure that all idols have been found so I’m scared to idol hunt, all I’ll find is disadvantages and I don’t want that. The word search comp was a lot of fun ?? I didn’t know any of the words so it was really panicky but I think I did okay. I really hope that we win this comp because. I hate tribal?? I’ve only lived 2 tribals ever because I’m a dumbass so.

This tribe is...interesting. Zach and Dylan R, despite being my sons, are a lil snakey. I see their rat boy sides, respectfully. Dylan just never lets me live tbh. But Zach and I were talking about the tribe and he mentioned wanting to blindside Drew at some point, and I was like Yeah Makes Sense and he goes "so if you could convince people to do that it would be great!" BINCH. I'm not your minion yet, don't give me tasks. So I have to keep him around to throw under the bus at some point lol. I think I'll try to get Bodhi out first since everyone else on the tribe I think I can work with.

Ayyy. Lets go guys. I found an idol. The first time I ever found one in a survivor game. Lets see how long I can hold onto it, before i either get blindsided or waste it out of paranoia. Imagine how nutty it would be if I had 2 idols by now. DARN YOU STEPHEN!!!

I’d love to get crow on board to work with my old tribe mates, none of the others really talk to me much. Thats not to say if a better offer comes up I wont take it, I’m considering tryig a less loyal game plan.

So far Dennis is my closest ally in this game, but I’ve been working hard to make sure I dont stand out as a player and an alliance maker. I also have talked to Crow a lot and really like him, would love to work with him. Dennis wants to work with Roxy and Sammy which I am cautious about, but now isn’t the time to play the game too hard. I’ll work with them for now while getting closer to others and then make my move, theres a lot of players in this group I have to make sure I’m not left behind or blindsided.

Nick sweetie I like you but 2 hours omg im beyond shook. I don’t want him going so that’s chill but I would be lying if I said I didn’t laugh omg. I’m.... kinda glad we lost? In a way?? The other tribe has a 4-3-1 where as our tribe is 3-3-2 so. In a way this is better?? I’ll probably be eating these words when I get evicted tomorrow but oh well. 

Drew is really nice and we have great conversations !! But I know his history so of course I’m wary talking with him. He’s good at grilling for info while also being guarded, so talking with him about the vote worries me. If I say the wrong thing I feel like he could turn the votes against me. I thought this vote would be easy but Drew telling me that him and the red team aren’t close worries me because I know that they’re in an alliance. Drew is still really cool & nice but paranoia is a bitch !!!

I did the math, because I’m a nerd, and Zach needed a score of 16 minutes in order to tie. Honestly not the dudes fault ,,, we woulda lost anyway even if he did well. Just thought I’d say that 

I'm really glad our tribe won. We ended up bonding a lot over a long discussion in the tribe chat, and I want to build with that with the people who I had most in common with, like sammy. I feel I need to socialize more because no one really approached me in a bit. I know we aren't a tribal but I feel like I should be approached anyway.

FINALLY I'm headed to tribal! I really need to go to at least one tribal pre-merge just so I can see where the heads are at and how people act under pressure. So far I've learned that Zach is the most Rat Boy person I've ever met. ZACH, I TOLD YOU AFTER KALOKAIRI THAT YOU NEED TO LEARN TO TONE IT DOWN. TONE IT DOWN. Dylan R too, to be honest. They're both just WAY TOO STRATEGIC. Like learn some subtlety, kiddos. Dylan R literally said 'we really need to get out Bodhi' to me and Zach asked 'Why doesn't Bodhi like you?' unprompted and is also roasting Drew every .4 seconds. I mean yes it's refreshing since I'm so used to playing with crusted over community people like.....myself. But also, I'm tired. I don't want to play the game as a rat herder, trying to stop Rat Zach and Rat Drew from biting each other's heads off. (If you're reading this post-season, just know I view you all as very strong players, and I bestow the title of rat lovingly, as I myself am 100% a rat). On the plus side, there are LOTS of juicy meat shields in this game. As annoying as it's going to be to deal with the inevitable Zach vs. Drew ego war, at least I know their conflict is going to keep me out of the spotlight hopefully long enough to make late merge. I need to stay as UTR as possible as long as possible, and this cast might make that easy for me. I'm just thankful I have JG. He's one of my best friends, and I know we can trust each other going forward.

Oh god I went so hard my last game and now this game i’ve Idol searched once and confessed once lmao. Ummm...not a very interesting game so far. No one’s flipped. No ine’s Been shady. Very clean cut. I’m playing with some Kalokairi peeps so that’s fun and fresh, but other than that there hasn’t been much. That’s probably why I haven’t confessed at all 😂.

I thought that this vote was gonna be easy but talk of an idol has sent people into a frenzy. Personally, if an idol gets played it won’t be the end of the world for me so I’m not... too scared ? Inb4 I get blindsided but it should be either bodhi or nick going.

Welp, the vote has flipped to Nick. Usually that would make me scramble to get it back where I want it, but this game I'm not strongarming any players, and I'm going with the "anyone but me" strategy. So whatever! If everyone can unanimously vote against an inactive player, that works.

This might be me being cocky. But I can not believe that 12 minutes was actually the fastest time. I am happy that I am not going to Tribal council. And I'd like to keep it that way as long as possible, but still... 12 minutes? Mhm.. Maybe the other tribe threw on purpose to get certain players out... who knows!

Welp I really wanted Nick gone because of that score, sorry bud but it is about tribe strength but everyone was saying let's vote Bodhi. Being/feeling on the bottom even though I have some relationships with  people like Dylan, Drew, and Jay , I still did not feel secure in my position in this game. During the afternoon, I realized it was extremely stupid to target and get rid of Bodhi who would most likely be loyal to me and have my back over some of these other folks. So I talked to Jay and planted the seeds of actually voting out Nick instead of Bodhi. I went to Bodhi saying that we could potentially flip this and told him who needed to talk and and who to target to save himself which was obviously Nick. I wanted Nick out the moment those results came out and if he goes home, I will take claim to this for pulling this off, this will potentially really keep Bodhi as a number for myself and not rock too many boats.

wow shook i didn’t do the worst at the word search....why do all of my friends gotta be in the game w me. Potentially I would like to work with Johnny and Roxy even tho I know a lot of times ppl target roxy for being crazy and I don’t know who i can trust yet. I like crow as well. My predictions for tonight is that bodhi might go home because he really wasn’t active on our old tribe but only time will tellllll