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#like I was having dinner last night and these fucked up bad caterpillars were just falling out of NOWHERE
roylustang · 3 years
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I’ve been having a lot of psychic moments recently and idk what to think about it. It’s handy but also my mind keeps being read and idk how I feel about that
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kaaytea · 3 years
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HI 🖐🏽 I read some of your work and it's so good. I love it. Especially 'Oikawa with braces' UwU and 'Getting rid of bugs for you' that was my fav reminded me of when I had a run in with a bunch of cockroaches at 3AM 😅😂 Would you mind doing a 2nd part for it with Kuroo , Oikawa , Terushima and Yaku THANK YOU 💖
Hello anon! Thank you for the kind words, I had the dumbest smile on my face reading this 🥺 Bro I feel you on the roach thing, I've had my fair share of roach encounters..it's not fun😔 thank you for requesting, I had a blast writing this!
Getting rid of bugs for you pt.2
⤷Includes: Kuroo, Oikawa, Yaku, and Terushima
Warnings: Roaches, centipedes, wasps, and crickets
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Kuroo
He's so smug about it
"oh you want me to get rid of this bug? Give me a kiss first"
If he can actually tell that you're really shaken up tho he's very serious about it
He hates seeing you scared, it just doesn't sit well with him
He'll probably requests a kiss after he gets rid of the bug tho
It was a cool summer evening, Kuroo was in the kitchen starting to cook dinner and you were lounging on the couch with a novel
You were just about to flip the page when something landed on the book
Oh
O H
So uh big wasp, that will probably get angry if you try to kill it, is crawling around towards your hand
Great......just peachy
Thank God Kuroo was In the kitchen bc he probably wouldn't have heard you whimper out his name if he was anywhere else in the apartment
"T-tetsu"
"What's wrong, (y/n)?"
"help me....please"
Ah...now he understands
He grabs a glass from one of the cupboards and swiftly makes his way over to you
He's VERY careful when trapping the wasp bc that last thing he wants is for you to get stung
He somehow directs it to crawl on to the cover of your book and traps it under the glass. He then quickly goes to release it on the balcony of your apartment
Immediately goes to check on you. He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head asking if you're alright
"You alright, Kitten? Not hurt?"
"no I'm okay. Thank you for saving me for the hundredth time"
"I'll always make time to save you.....Now, I think I deserve a kiss, I risked my life to save you from that wasp."
Yaku
Yaku's a bad bitch nothing scares this guy
Will always get rid of bugs for you no matter the size
He likes feeling needed and LOVES protecting you; you are his baby and he'd do anything for you 💖
If you text him saying there's a bug in the house he will actually drive home and leave what ever he's doing to come save you
You had just finished washing your face and went to reach for the small towel that was hap hazardously tossed on to the bathroom counter
As you lifted the towel a large roach scUttLeD from under it
You let out the loudest shriek, dropped the towel and bOoKeD it out of the bathroom
Yaku was already running to find you when he heard you scream so he entered your bedroom just as you slammed the attached bathrooms door closed
He was really worried so he was in front of you in seconds grabbing on to your hands and asking what was wrong
"shhhh calm down calm down, what's wrong?"
"There's a roach in the bathroom!"
".....huh?"
"A ROACH MORI!! THERES A BIG, CRAWL AROUND THE SUBWAYS OF NEW YORK ROACH IN THE BATHROOM!!!"
Ok so there's a roach locked in the bathroom
This is new
He peeked into the bathroom and yep you weren't kidding, there was the roach sitting in the sink
Damn it is pretty big
Yaku didn't really know what to do. He was kinda iffy about killing the roach bc he didn't want to deal with..Uh.....cleaning the remnants of it, but what would he do with it after he trapped it? Where do you take a live roach?
He decided to just kill it, carrying a live roach around the apartment would send you into cardiac arrest
One good thwack! Later and thoroughly washing his hands in an attempt to get rid of that creepy crawly feeling, the bathroom was officially Roach free
You really snuggled up to him after the roach fiasco, giving him a tight hug and a kiss
"Thank you so much Mori, you're the best!"
"Anything for you :) 💖"
Oikawa
Ok so Oiks doesn't despise bugs, he's best friends with Iwa so he's seen his fair share of giant beetles and caterpillars, but he's not completely comfortable around them
If it's a tiny spider? Sure he's got this, just get him a paper towel
But if it's big? Yeah no he's just as freaked out as you are
He masks it very well tho
On the outside he's all: "don't worry babe I've got this, let your big, strong boyfriend handle it 😌✨"
But on the inside he's like: "oh fUck it's huge! Ah um ok... This is fine...wHy iS iT mOvInG sO fAsT?! Don't touch me don't touch me don't touch me!"
Looks cool, calm, and collected but is an actual disaster
You were tidying up your bedroom, nothing too fancy just putting away some clothes, dusting here and there
You were just about to go celebrate your hard work with some ice cream and your favorite movie when you spotted a hair tie on the floor
Huh....How did you miss that?
You were jUst about to pick it up when you realized something
Hair ties don't have legs
UUUUUUHHHHH
WOW COOL YOU ALMOST PICKED UP A CENTIPEDE WITH YOUR BARE HAND HA HA SO FUN!!
Apparently the centipede didn't like you much as it started rUnnInG out of the bedroom and into the living room
You followed it so you could see where it was going
That's when your wonderful boyfriend came home 🥰
"Tooru! Get it, quickly!"
"what am I doing?"
"THE CENTIPEDE YOU FOOL!!"
He kinda panicked bc you were yelling at him and you were scared and wOW does that thing have a lot of leggys!
He slipped off the shoes he was wearing and just yEETED one at the bug boi
The both of you were just kinda staring at the shoe like 🧍
You turned to go thank him for dEmOlishing the centipede but stopped when you saw that pout on his face
"What's wrong?"
"I just bought those shoes, now one of them is tainted with centipede bits :("
Terushima
Will he laugh at you? Perhaps, but it's not to make fun of you, he just thinks you're really cute~
He’s not bothered by bugs at all, he actually thinks they’re super cool
Refuses to kill them bc, “They’re living creatures babe....plus look at how funny it walks! Why would you want to kill something this dope!”
It was movie night so you were on snack duty while Teru looked for something to watch on Netflix
you decided to just pop some popcorn and call it a job well done, plus all of the chips you had went stale bc Teru NevEr closes the bags well
You grabbed a bowl and threw some popcorn into the microwave 
You sat on the counter and scrolled through your phone as you waited for the microwave to go off
Did...something just move right next to you? 
Just as you glanced up you saw something jump into the bowl next to you
hElLO?! wHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! 
you were too scared to look into the bowl so you just called Teru to come investigate
“Yu?...Yuji there’s something in the kitchen!”
Teru is very used to this behavior and found it particularly amusing when you hid behind him as he stepped into the small kitchen
you watched from the entrance of the kitchen as Terushima placed a glass over what ever had jumped into the bowl
He was absolutely BEAMING as he watched the mystery creature in the bowl
“Babe come look it’s a cricket!” 
 “What? are you crazy? I’m not going anywhere near that thing!”
“But its soo cool! You have to come look at how high it can jump, this lil guy has mad hops” 
“I don’t care if it can jump to the fUcKing moon and back, just get it out of the kitchen!”
:(( ok he’ll get rid of the cricket, he really thinks you’re missing out tho
He lets the bug go outside and comes back to find you vigorously washing the bowl it had jumped into 
 He chuckles at your paranoia and goes to give you a back hug, pressing a kiss to your neck as his arms wrap around your waist 
you really were adorable to him 
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Christopher probably showing off his dads at his school's bake sale and raising the most money in his class.
we all have a hunger on AO3
When Buck’s phone rang on a Sunday morning, he had barely said ‘hello’ before he was steamrolled by the tiniest little force of nature in Los Angeles.
“Buck, Daddy and I need your help. It’s an emergency.”
“Chris, what’s going on? Are you okay? I’ll get my keys, I can be there in—“
“Wait, Chris, no, give me the phone!”
Buck was half out of bed, half dressed, and frantically looking for his keys when Eddie finally took over the phone, nearly hanging up in his haste. “Buck, no, there’s no emergency. Everything is totally fine, we’re fine.”
Buck froze halfway down the stairs, eyes narrowing suspiciously as he pulled his phone away from his head to finish pulling his shirt on. “See, that sounds like something a hostage would say, you’re really not helping your case here Eddie—“
“We are fine.” Eddie insisted, clearing his throat as Chris loudly voiced his disagreement in the background. “We’re just… baking. Chris has a bake sale tomorrow at his school, it’s one of their annual fundraisers. There’s a bake sale, and I’m making brownies, and we’re doing fine.”
Buck resumed dressing as soon as Eddie mentioned the work ‘bake’—it may not have been a true emergency, but he knew enough to know that anything involving Eddie with an oven was a mess and a half, waiting to happen. He hummed, pocketing his keys as he closed his door behind him, already making his way to the garage. “Well, I love baking. Maddie taught me everything she knows. Mind if I swing by and join you?”
Buck knew that Eddie still struggled with asking for help when he needed it—especially when he was asking someone outside of the Diaz crew—but thankfully, Buck knew how to work around that. He had learned early on that the best way to ease any guilt that Eddie might feel where Chris was involved was to completely reshape the question. In this case, it was easy; Eddie was no longer asking for help with one of Chris’ activities, Buck was asking to join them.
Even then, he heard Eddie hesitate. “Well… I mean, I don’t want to take up your Sunday, but—“
“Eddie, you’re not going to seriously deprive me of spending time with Chris, are you?” Buck said, his voice teasing as he slid into his car, delighted to hear Eddie laughing on the other end of the line.
“No, I wouldn’t dare. We’ll see you soon. Drive safe, okay?”
After a quick pit stop at Foods Co., Buck pushed through Eddie’s front door easily, arms laden with grocery bags. Chris was the first to greet him, his high pitched joy never failing to warm his heart. Dumping his bags on the kitchen counter (and looking away from the burned remains of… something in a pan), he scooped Chris into his arms, dutifully ignoring Chris’ cry of “Buuuuck, stoooop!” until he was basically a giggling mess.
Setting Chris back down, Buck was all smiles as he approached a very defeated looking Eddie in the kitchen, giving him a quick kiss of his own. “Hey, come on, cheer up. It’s basically impossible to bake in a bad mood.” Buck said, pulling Eddie into his arms easily. “Now, how about I break open the family recipe book and show you and Chris how to make the world famous Buckley Cheesecake Brownies?”
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Halfway through the Pixar movie of Chris’ choice, Eddie had a third batch of cheesecake brownies cooling in the fridge, and Buck had Eddie tucked under his arm on the couch. He was basically on cloud nine, riding out a pleasant sugar buzz, feeling supremely comfortable in his own skin, though he knew that was more his proximity to Eddie than anything else.
His attention strayed from the… caterpillars? Grasshoppers? He honestly couldn’t follow what was going on, but it didn’t matter as Eddie culled closer up to him, angling his head up to press another kiss to Buck’s lips, voice low as they broke apart.
“Thanks for today, Buck. We… I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Buck smiled, a small, soft look that was strictly reserved for his Diaz boys, arms tightening around Eddie’s middle as he buried his nose in Eddie’s hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head as Eddie’s head rest on his chest.
“Yeah, Eddie, you could have. And you would have, you’d do anything for Chris, and I know that. But you don’t have to do it alone.”
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Let it be known that Eddie Diaz was a fucking snack.
Buck knew it. The 118 knew it. Hell, even Carla knew it.
And the gaggle of moms milling through Chris’ school gymnasium? Well, they definitely knew it. And if they didn’t? Buck was 100% there to remind them.
He had all but insisted on joining Eddie and Chris to the bake sale on Monday, not even bothering with excuses, just happily loading Chris up into Eddie’s truck before he slid into the passengers seat himself. He wasn’t going to pass up the chance at scoring some new recipes, first of all, and second of all, he absolutely loved seeing Eddie in full dad mode. And there was no better place to see Eddie in dad mode than in the gymnasium of an elementary school.
Eddie in full on dad mode was fucking hot, okay? Sue him.
Once they had set up Chris’ booth—with a full banner Chris had insisted on painting himself, two tiered display tables stacked high with cheesecake brownies, and a place to make donations to the school, like every other booth had. They may not have been able to keep any of the money they raised, but Chris had more than enough incentive—the booth that got the most donations won their entire class a pizza party. Thankfully, Chris was adorable, and Buck had a secret weapon in his arsenal… the insistence that Eddie wear his LAFD tee shirt, turnout pants, and used an overturned fireman helmet as Chris’ donation bowl. He wasn’t a fool, okay? He knew that the competition was real.
So… he may or may not have had slightly less-than-altruistic intentions when he slipped away from the booth, kissing both Eddie and Chris on their foreheads with the excuse of scoping out the competition as he started to make the rounds.
He was having the absolute time of his life, slipping easily in and out of conversation, his worn henley and comfortable jeans better than any disguise as he eavesdropped, making fast friends and faster business as he made his way around the gym.
“I don’t know, I saw her tossing a few treat boxes into the dumpster outside. You think those cookies are store bought?”
”Oh, I’d steer clear. I think Maria might have mixed up salt and sugar. I mean, I donated of course, but save your tongue.”
“I just think it’s so great, the things that he does with his son. A single dad and a firefighter to boot?”
Obviously, as much fun as sabotage was, Buck’s real talent was talking up Eddie and Chris.
“Honestly, I feel so lucky to even know them. Chris is such a great kid, and Eddie really does go above and beyond.”
It was so much fun because he wasn’t even lying. He got to be as exaggerated and over the top as he wanted—whenever he got a little over the top with Chris, he was usually cut off by a pained groan and an adorable, blushing boy. Whenever he tried to get in depth with Eddie, well, Buck could barely get a few words out before Eddie found a much better use for his lips than talking (with his own adorable blush).
“The last fire we were in, Eddie singlehandedly saved a mother and son who were stuck beneath some debris. He’s an all around hero.”
He was talking now, though—and he had an entirely different approach planned out, depending on his audiences. For all the single moms, easily identified as those who couldn’t take their eyes off of Eddie? All he had to do was mention the word “fireman” and he had them eating out of the palm of his hand; and more importantly, racing over to buy a brownie.
For the parents who were more focused on cooing over the kids at the booths, well, Buck had a trick up his sleeve for them, too—it was as easy as pulling out his phone, scrolling through any number of the photos he had taken the night prior. His personal favorite was one of Chris, eyes bright with laughter, a blob of brownie batter at the end of his nose. He didn’t have to say anything—as soon as they saw that, they were shoving money into Eddie’s helmet.
Eddie looked more and more pleasantly confused as the morning carried on, but Chris looked absolutely delighted, and that was all that mattered as far as Buck was concerned.
-
“Wait, Buck, wait. You’re telling me you actually conned donations out of people by showing them pictures of Chris?”
Eddie had tears, literal tears in his eyes as he tried to inhale, gripping his half full beer bottle like a lifeline as he wheezed. Buck probably should have looked a little bashful, but Eddie’s laughter was too good to ignore, warming him from the inside out.
The parents had been thoroughly thanked and sent home before lunchtime, and Buck had taken no small pleasure in peppering Chris with kisses before Eddie pulled him out of the gym. They had both taken full advantage of their weekday off—namely, by napping and watching terrible daytime television—and Chris had barely made it a half hour after dinner before the day (and the sugar rush) caught up with him, crashing hard as Buck carried him to bed.
“Hey, Chris won the pizza party for his class, and trust me, that is a one way ticket to be the most popular kid in class. And I wasn’t lying, some of those cookies were store bought—everyone else in his grade can suck it.” Was it mature? No. But Buck stood by it. He was team Chris, ride or die.
“Buck, you can’t say ‘suck it’ about a bunch of kids.” Eddie tried to get out, but he was laughing again, leaning heavily against the wall for support as he clinked bottles with Buck. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to get to be in Eddie’s space like this—so easily bumping shoulders and elbows and touching so casually, physical signs of affection that Buck had never allowed himself before. Eddie finally got a hold of himself as Buck pushed some of the curls back from his forehead, leaning into the touch easily, his expression nothing short of heart-eyes.
“Well, thank you for saving me from myself yesterday. And, of course, for cracking open the family recipes to help Chris and his school.” Buck blushed again as he sputtered on his mouthful of beer, struggling to swallow, looking up as Eddie cleared his throat.
“It, uh, I found that recipe on the internet.” He said, chewing on his lip, suddenly feeling a little nervous as Eddie smiled at him—and if Buck didn’t know better, he could swear that there was a pink tint to his cheeks..
“Well… I mean, it could be a family recipe now. After all, we made it together, you me and Chris… right?”
Buck’s eyes blew out wide as Eddie laced their fingers together. He hated the way that Eddie’s voice tilted at the end, like he was unsure of himself, and Buck literally had no choice but to pull Eddie into his arms, erasing any doubt from his mind. He had already known that Eddie would be it for him—that he and Chris were the best thing that he was ever going to get, that he would rather die than give this up, but hearing Eddie call them a family?
Holy fuck, Buck was in love.
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hermannsthumb · 4 years
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63+52?? for the prompts?
63. mistaken for couple + 52. marriage of convenience
from fanfiction trope mashup here
another old prompt! god. what a fucking excellent combo. thanks to @k-sci-janitor for absolutely killing me in our discussion of how awkward Hermann would look in a magazine interview
———–
The realization comes, of all things, from an offer for a free year of Popular Mechanics.
They’re just getting back from grocery shopping (Wednesday, after all, is grocery shopping day), and Newton has bravely volunteered to bolt upstairs and put away the frozen food before it all melts, so Hermann takes on the task of getting the mail. He doesn’t expect it to be as earth-shattering a task as it turns out to be. They stopped getting interesting stuff ages ago, after all, though the occasional fan letter will still trickle in for one or both of them, and Newton almost always has some bizarre package waiting for him. Last time was a jar of caterpillar larvae. Before that was a ten-pound box of freeze-dried ice cream. Hermann imagines his bedroom must be overflowing with eclectic garbage at this point--Newton hasn't vacuumed it in months, either.
So Hermann gets the mail. He doesn’t even bother flipping through it until he’s in the elevator back up, so sure it’s uninteresting. A credit card statement for Newton…a small box for Newton…a biology journal for Newton…then, at the bottom, the postcard from Popular Mechanics. Try us for free for a year! Hermann thinks he might’ve had a spread on him done once by them–he can recall wearing a terrifically oversized and itchy blazer and looking terrifically uncomfortable while a handful of photographers angled him this way and that. “Deserve a bloody lifetime subscription,” he mutters, fully prepared to toss it out with the rubbish the instant he walks through their flat door.
He flips it over as he exits the elevator. Then he comes to a halt.
Dr. and Mr. Gottlieb, the postcard proclaims cheerily.
“Oh dear,” Hermann says.
Hermann finds Newton in the kitchen up to his knees in grocery bags, half of the contents of their fridge pulled out and strewn about him. “I know,” he says, cramming a bottle of soy sauce back in the door, while a tub of Greek yogurt threatens to topple out, “I know, I’m working on it. There just wasn’t any room for the milk, so I had to arrange things a little, and then–”
Hermann thrusts the postcard in his face. “Look,” he says, ominously, “at this.”
Newton looks. “Oh, didn’t they interview you once? I had your stupid picture tacked up to my wall for a little bit. In, y’know, a totally normal–”
“Not that,” Hermann says.
Newton looks again. He laughs. “Oh. So what? People think we’re married all the time, dude, this is nothing new.”
This is technically true. Their landlord; their colleagues; their families (despite how many times Hermann and Newton have corrected them); random waiters and bartenders and people in the street and half the bloody media when word got out they’ve been living together since Hong Kong. Only–seeing it out in print like that, Dr. and Mr. Gottlieb–something’s begun to tug at the edges of Hermann’s memory, something he hasn’t thought of in nearly a decade. 
“Newton,” he says, “I think we are.”
The grin slips off Newton’s face.
In 2021, back when they were newly sharing a workspace and beginning to become something that resembled friends, Newton had a nasty accident in the laboratory that sent him to the medical wing for a week. Despite his best efforts, Hermann was not permitted entrance. It was not out of any sentimental urge to visit his pseudo-friend that Hermann tried, to be quite clear–they had paperwork to do, forms to fill out, work to be done in general, work that Hermann couldn’t do without him. And yet he was forced to: the only visitors the staff would allow Newton were family members or a legal partner.
It was Newton’s suggestion. And quite easy, at that. A hundred dollars, give or take–some signatures–there was a war on, you know, it was. Er. A desperate, necessary measure. They were free to nag and bicker at each other’s sickbeds as often as they pleased after that.
Only Hermann just assumed Newton would’ve taken care of it by now.
“No,” Newton says, after staring at Hermann in horror for a bit. “No, we got it annulled! I’m sure! Didn’t you–I don’t know, sign off on the shit for us? Years ago? I swear you did.”
“Me?” Hermann says. “Newton, I thought you were meant to do it. Why would I have–?”
“You had the forms,” Newton says, “and I definitely remember signing them–”
“I didn’t have any forms!” Hermann says. “I signed off on your forms!”
Newton begins to frown. He tugs on his bracelets in a way Hermann is all too familiar with. 
“Newton,” Hermann says, calmer this time, “I signed off on your forms.”
Newton wraps his bracelets around and around his wrist. “Hypothetically,” he says, “say I’m starting to remember this. And, like, hypothetically, say I was going to take care of things, and we signed all the right shit, but then I found out it cost money--and this was when we kinda stopped getting paychecks, and I already blew a bunch on those limited edition faux kaiju skin docs, remember? those were so cool--and I was going to ask you to help spot it, and then work kinda got crazy and I kinda just–”
“Newton,” Hermann says.
“Oops,” Newton says, weakly.
Hermann sits down at their breakfast table with a loud sigh. He buries his face in his hands. It’s not the knowledge he’s been married to Newton since 2021 that’s upsetting him, but rather-- “We could’ve been getting tax breaks for all these bloody years,” he groans. “If I’d known...”
He hears the drag of the other chair across the linoleum, then the creak of Newton sitting down across from him. “Wait,” he says. “That’s what you’re mad about? Not--”
“Would you rather me be mad about something else?” Hermann snaps.
Newton holds up his hands. “No, no,” he says. “I’m just...surprised.”
They look at each other. Really--now that Hermann thinks about it--he and Newton have been living like a married couple for almost as long as they’ve officially been one. They share a flat. They work together (still). They do Wednesday grocery runs together, Friday cinema nights, fancy dinners every other Saturday. They go on walks together. They go on the very occasional holiday together. They--well--on nights when the nightmares are particularly bad, they even share a bed. And Newton is really very attractive, and Hermann never sleeps quite as well as when Newton spoons him...
“Newton,” Hermann sighs. “When is the last time you had a romantic partner?”
Newton says nothing.
“I believe my answer is the same,” Hermann says.
He was fooling himself to think there would ever be anyone besides Newton--that he would ever want anyone besides Newton, especially after their drift. This really is quite the revelation to be having before lunch.
He reaches over and touches Newton’s arm. “What do you say,” he says, “we...?”
“Consummate it?” Newton blurts out.
“Well,” Hermann says, flushing in a way that’s not unpleasant, “er, I was going to say put away the groceries, but--yes, I like your idea better.”
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Survey #424
“got no superspeed, but i’m running this town”
What is the first line in the song you are currently listening to/last listened to? "I’m running out of time; I hope that I can save you somehow.” Are you an easy lay? Not in the slightest. What was the last reason you cried? Life and how inexplicably I'm failing at it. What’s hurting you right now? More like what isn't. Do you remember important dates? Only some. I'm awful with numbers. Do you own anything with the Playboy Bunny on it? No. Do you own a bean bag chair? No. Have you ever played Gamecube? At a friend's house. Have you ever played with toy cars before? Yeah, with my nephew. He LOVES monster trucks. Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Oh, definitely. I loved picking them up as a kid. What is your favorite kind of salad? Just plain 'ole iceberg lettuce with ranch, really. Are you any good at Ping-Pong? Holy hell no, I SUCK. What was/is your high school mascot? A firebird. Can you make cute little animals by folding paper? God no, I'm awful at origami. Like, I have zero concept of how to do it. What kind of music do you like? Various types of metal and rock. Do you like apple juice? Yeah. Do you like to draw? It's funny, like I do love it, but I barely ever do it because I get frustrated when I can't get what's in my head onto paper. What do you put on your french fries? Generally ketchup. How many people can comfortably sleep in your bed? Two. Do you want to have a big family in the future? I don't want kids, just pets. Probably a lot of pets. Is Vegas one of your must-see places? No. Pet rat: yay or nay? I've had multiple pet rats and I adore them. I've come to find I'm not the best at keeping rodents because changing the bedding so much sucks ass, but nevertheless they are fantastic pets for people who don't mind the maintenance. Would you call yourself a writer? Written any stories lately? Yes. I haven't written in a while, though. I just have absolutely zero motivation to RP. Are you good at reading people's body language? I probably overanalyze it, really. Ever threatened somebody and actually went through with it? I don’t threaten people. Does holding newborn babies scare you? Extremely. I feel like they're made of thin glass. Piercings: yay or nay? I LOVE piercings. They add an interesting touch to your appearance and to me just (usually) look super cool. There are very few piercings I don't like. Do you have a collage of pictures in your bedroom? No, but I want to make a motivation board very badly. Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? Ghost Rider. Were video games better in the 1980s, 1990s, or the 2000s? Why? '80s games bore me honestly, but I love some '90s and many 2000s games. I've got to say ultimately newer games win, because of graphics increasing immersion (no, I do not whatsoever believe graphics are everything or always make a better experience), voice acting improving immensely, etc. Have you ever watched The Beverly Hillbillies? Yes! Mom loves it so I used to watch it a lot with her as a kid. I'd still watch it. Did your mother ever sing lullabies to you when you were younger? Yes. Are you ready to get out of this town? I HATE THIS TOOOWN, IT'S SO WASHED UUU-UP, AND ALL MY FRIENDS DON'T GIVE A FUUU-UUUUUCK god hell yes get me the fuck out. Do you know anybody that is pregnant right now? Quite a few. What are you listening to? "Superluv” by Shane Dawson. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? No. Does your father have any facial hair? Yes. Did your grandparents teach you anything? My maternal grandmother, the only one I really ever knew, taught me I'm a disappointment, pretty much. And a bitch. Do you want/have a Bachelor’s degree? It'd be nice to have one, but I don't, and I'm not pursuing it again. I've wasted enough of my parents' money. Are you into superheroes? Who’s your favourite? Not seriously, but I enjoy them well enough. I like Spider-Man. What did you have for dinner last night? Mom ordered Mexican. I had two shrimp and cheese quesadillas and rice with cheese. Do you think you look similar to your siblings? No. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? Yeah, it's fun. Do you know your best friend’s middle name? Yes. Are you close to your father? I am. Have you ever had a serious conversation with your dad? Yeah. Would you rather have long or short hair? I enjoy having short hair way more. Who did you go/plan on going with to prom? I went with Jason twice. Have you ever been to a debate and speech tournament? Hell no, and I never would. Arguing makes me cry lmao. Are you someone who enjoys stand-up comedy? Yep. What’s one thing that scares you about living alone and being independent? A lot of things do, but one thing in specific that I fear is that I let the house become cluttered and messy. I'm so shit at cleaning, especially when I'm depressed. It's why my own bedroom isn't even fully decorated, and we've lived here since I wanna say last November. If someone offered you an all-expenses paid trip to one European country, where would you go and why? Germany, 'cuz I enjoy the culture and would love to try some foods and visit places. Have you ever won anything on the lottery? No. Are you interested in the World Cup? I couldn't possibly care less. What’s the longest time you’ve ever been on a plane for? Idk. Do you let your hair dry naturally or do you towel-dry it or blow dry it? I use a towel to dry it some, then let it really get the job done naturally. How many of the Harry Potter books have you read? None. Who last gave you their number? When I posted on Facebook about going on a mental health hiatus, my good friend Alon messaged me her number if I ever needed to talk. I was really thankful. Are you often the last one to understand a joke? Honestly yeah. I'm slow to grasp a lot of things. Your first black eye: Did you give it or get it? Never gotten or given one. Have you ever slept in a tent, indoors or out? Yes to both. Are you mad right now? I'm annoyed, but not mad. Are you allergic to nuts or dairy products? No. Has anyone ever called the cops on you? No. Do you ever actually drink milk alone? Yeah, I love milk. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex? It is EXTREMELY sensitive. What was the last situation to upset you? I'd rather not talk about it. Have you ever had an online argument? I have been heavily active on the Internet since I was like, 11. Maybe younger. I have been in plenty. Are you at risk for any medical issues? A lot of heart problems run in my family. I'm also suspicious I may develop diabetes, which also runs very heavily in my family. What were you doing at 7:00 a.m.? Surprisingly, I was asleep. Do you own a robe? No. What would you consider your life to be? A wreck. What is your favorite mark of punctuation? I like question marks. Who knows your biggest secret? Nobody. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Probably not. How do you know? I just doubt it. I'm so unlikable right now. Could you go a day without eating? I don't think I could. I do not react to stomach pain well, and that includes when I'm hungry. How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None. What’s your favorite drink? Strawberry Sunkist, but I don't allow myself to have it. I will DESTROY a can or five of it. Who was the last person that texted you? My mom. What are you craving? Nothing really right now. What was the first thing you ate today? An everything bagel. What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork. Have you taken any medication today? Yeah, I take some prescription meds in the morning and at night. Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but that'd be cool. Do you know anyone who has diabetes? My mom, for one. Have you ever made a boy cry? Sadly. Who are you talking to? Nobody. Do you think you’ve ruined your chances with someone? Absolutely. Your parents split; would you want to live with your mom or dad? My parents are divorced, and I stayed with Mom. Would you strongly prefer to go out with someone of your own skin color/racial background? I couldn't care less. For you personally, is abortion an option in case of an accidental pregnancy? For others, absolutely. It's your right. For me myself, it's possible, idk. If I was God forbid raped, I probably would have an abortion. If I accidentally got pregnant in a healthy relationship, I'd probably have a "too bad, so sad" outlook where I'd suck it up and go through with the gestation because having sex and risking pregnancy was my own decision. Even if I'm pro-choice, I think I'd feel too guilty aborting, especially with the child being someone's I love. Is it a requirement that you communicate every day with your significant other (via phone, text, in person, whatever)? IF I had an s/o, no. I like to, but sometimes you just want space. Are you fetish-friendly? I'm not gonna lie, some fetishes are just too fucking weird for me. I TRY not to judge, because I doubt you can actually help fetishes, but I inevitably do sometimes. If you're asking would I engage in fetishes because my s/o liked them, possibly, but it would really depend on what it is. Have you ever cosplayed? No. I think cosplay is really cool, though. Do you support the exploration of outer space? If yes, would you consider taking a trip into space, or even to another planet? As creatures who crave knowledge and understanding of our universe, I do support space exploration, but I do NOT believe we should be spending as much money as we do on it. Taking care of the planet we're actually on is far more important imo. I wouldn't personally go to outer space. Is it okay for men to wear makeup? What’s your opinion of male crossdressers? It's totally okay! Guys with makeup can be super attractive. Crossdressers, too. Go for it. You’re in a new relationship and your partner admits that they have had 14 sexual partners. Does that sound like a lot to you? For me personally, yes. I don't even know if I'd date someone with 14 past sexual partners, honestly. I would admittedly question their loyalty. Would you let your children under 13 watch movies with full nudity? No. If someone asked you, “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” would you know the answer right away? I would. What is your opinion concerning strip clubs? Not my scene at all, but so long as you respect the dancers, whatever. You do you.
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Blue Eyes Part 5
Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.
Part 5: Ella gets fed up with her family, everything comes falling apart.  
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          About a week after her hunting trip with Tommy, Ella was at Ada’s. She was watching Karl for her sister while she was at the library. Her five-year-old nephew was always a joy to be around. Ella had grown much closer to him and her sister when she moved to London. They were the only family members she kept constant contact with. They were sat in the parlor, kneeling on the floor and constructing a train set that Arthur and Linda had sent him for his last birthday.
           “Is your dad in heaven too?” Karl asked out of the blue.
           Ella glanced up in surprise. The young boy had been starting to ask odd questions. But they were innocent. Where did babies come from? Why does a caterpillar live on Uncle Arthur’s lip? Where does the sun go at night? Can he go to the moon next summer?
           But this question completely disarmed Ella. “What do you mean, love?” She asked gently.
           He shrugged and struggled to interlock two wooden pieces of the train track. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked uncannily like Freddie. But he still had Ada’s soft eyes. “Mummy says that my daddy lives in heaven now, that’s why I can’t see him.” He explained.
           Ella chewed on her lip. She felt terrible for Karl because she knew what it was like to grow up without a dad. She reached out and helped him get the track pieces to fit. “Yes, but he still loves you very much.” She said softly.
           He looked up at her with a smile. “That’s what mummy says.”
           “It’s true.” She brushed her nephew’s brown hair back.
           “I think it makes mummy sad though.” He shrugged and grabbed the train to set on the incomplete track. Mindlessly, he pushed the train back and forth. The small wheels squeaking.
           “It’s hard to lose someone.” Ella agreed. “But you still have many people here who love you.”
           Karl was quiet for a moment. He looked at his aunt’s hand as she continued to build the track for him. “Where’s your thing?” He continued asking questions that had been on his mind all morning.
           “Where’s my what?” She smiled and tilted her head to the side with a quizzical look. "What're you talking about?"
           “Your thing.” Karl pointed at her left hand. “Mummy has a thing there.”
           Ella held up her hand and observed her bare ring finger. “Oh, a ring?” She nodded. “I don’t have one, poppet.”
           “Why?”
           “Because I’m not married. People wear rings when they’re married.” She explained helpfully. “Your mum was married to your dad so that's why she has a ring.”
           “Why aren’t you…married?” He tested out the difficult word.
           “Because I haven’t found the right person yet. Why aren’t you married yet?” She teased and grabbed him.
           “Auntie El!” He squealed in protest when she pulled him into her lap and tickled him. “Stop!”
           Ella smiled and kissed his cheek, letting him free. “Silly boy.”
           Karl plopped back down on the rug and smiled cheekily. “Fuck!”
           Her eyes widened when he blurted out the cuss word. “Karl Thorne, where on Earth did you learn such language?” Of course, she knew exactly where he had picked up the word. She knew for a fact that she had learned all the words she knew from her brothers. From an early age, she’d had a mouth like a sailor. It was easy to mimic her brothers and the words they spit out every two seconds. Frankly, it wasn’t too surprising growing up in Birmingham. But Karl was in London and in a nicer area at that. Ella was sure Ada would get some looks if her son was walking up and down the block spouting out obscenities.
           “Uncle Arthur!” Karl beamed proudly. “’N Uncle John, n’ Uncle Tommy, n’ Aunt Es, n’ Uncle Finny.” He listed off all his bad influences.
           “Jesus Christ.” Ella rolled her eyes. “Karl, sweetheart, don’t listen to a word they say. And certainly, don't repeat the things they say.” She instructed gently.
           He frowned. “Mummy says I’m s’posed to listen to them 'cause they're old.”
           “Mhm.” She sighed because she'd been told the same thing. Respect your fucking elders. Her foot was tingling, about to fall asleep underneath her, so she stood up to stretch her legs. “Want a snack?”
           “No.” Karl shook his head and flopped onto his stomach, making the toy train deviate wildly off the track.
           “Alright, stay there, I’m gonna make myself tea.” When she headed to the kitchen, the front door opened and Ada walked in.
           “Hello.” Her older sister smiled. “Sorry I kept you longer than I said.” She took off her coat.
           “That’s okay.” Ella shrugged it off. “I don't have anything to do today so I don't mind one bit.”
           Ada glanced in the parlor to check on Karl before following her into the kitchen. “Tommy came to the library.”
           Ella raised an eyebrow. “Our Tommy in a library?” She scoffed and fetched the kettle. “Whatever for?”
           Ada sat in the small breakfast nook to the side of the kitchen. “He was asking about someone. Russians. Something happened at his wedding and now I think he's getting more involved with it.”
           She stood in front of the stove, completely still for a moment. She sighed deeply and shook her head. “I don’t care.”
           “El…”
           “No, Ada, I don’t fucking care.” With a sharp turn, she glared at her older sister. “And you shouldn’t care either. You’ve got Karl to think ‘bout now. You can’t get involved in this…this shit storm that our dear brother keeps kicking up.”
           Ada rolled her eyes and let her boots knock idly against the chair leg. “We’re a family, El.”
           “Oh, for Christ's sake don’t you start too.” Ella moaned and lit the stove. “’We’re a family, Ella, you’re just as involved as the rest of us, Ella, we’re all in danger, Ella’. I’m sick of it Ada, Tommy and I can play nice but I’ll be damned if I deal with any fucking Russians.” She snapped and let the kettle boil. Digging into her skirt pocket, she came up empty and remembered she’d smoked her last cigarette the day before. With a heavy sigh, she sat down across from her sister. “If you’re bored, Ada, have at it. Get involved with whatever Tommy wants. Not my place to tell you off.”
           Ada merely looked at her in amusement. “You? You’re telling me I’m bored? You’d tempt an angry bull just to get your kicks. You couldn't sit still for two seconds as a kid.”
           “Do you have a smoke?” Ella was not about to have this conversation without a cigarette.
           Her sister nodded and reached into her purse to find a pack. “You’re telling me that you’re completely satisfied with your little ol’ life in London?”
           Ella’s hand trembled as she tried to light a match. “I’ve made peace with the family, does it matter what I do now? I'm sorry that I'm not risking me life everywhere I turn. I can play nice with Tommy and everyone else, but what I do on my own time is my own business.”
           Ada’s eyes narrowed because she noticed the major tell. She let her sister take a few drags of the cigarette before she confronted her. “You are up to something.”
           “Nope.”
           “Yes you are, you’re a shit liar, Ella.” Ada retorted. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
           Her blue eyes glanced out the window across the room from them. The lace curtains allowed some light into the kitchen but kept the street from looking in. “I’m not doing anything.”
           “Don’t you trust your own sister?”
           “Not when I know she’s going to go to Tommy.” Ella shot back with a bit more venom than intended. But after John had scorned her and told Tommy she wasn't going to confide in any of her siblings, not when it was about Alfie.
           Ada pursed her lips in disappointment. She assumed they were close enough that Ella could trust her enough. But apparently, the young woman was still going to treat her like the others. “I wouldn’t do that to you unless I knew you were in danger.”
           Ella stood, her cigarette hanging between her fingers. “You and I have very different definitions of danger.” Most, if not all of her family considered Alfie Solomons danger. So there was no way she could confide in any of them. They would all go to Tommy about it; it was simply the nature of a Shelby. All of them would be terrified for the baby of the family and alert Tommy. Then Tommy would make a trip to Camden. Then Alfie would find out. Ella shuddered at the thought of what sort of chaos that would incite. But she’d deluded herself to believe she could keep it a secret for as long as she wanted. Chaos could be avoided as long as she kept her mouth shut.
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           That night, Ella’s phone was ringing practically nonstop. She’d answered a few times. First, it was Ada, coaxing her to talk openly. Then Polly called and said Ada was concerned. Finally, Tommy tried to call but Ella was not in the mood to speak to any of them. Yet, they continued ringing.
           “For fuck’s sake!” Ella snapped when the phone rang again, rattling noisily. She stood up with a huff and grabbed her coat.
           It was Friday night, and the clubs were just starting to open as the sun was setting. Ella pushed through the crowds on her way to Camden Town and straight to Alfie’s. Sometimes, after a stroll in the park, Alfie would bring Cyril back home so the two of them could go to dinner. That’s how she knew where he lived.
           Ella was still frustrated with her family when she knocked on his door.      
           Alfie was home earlier than usual from the bakery. Cyril began to bark when he heard someone at the door. He rarely had unplanned visitors at his home. So he grabbed his gun and kept it close at his waistband just in case when he stood to answer the door.
           The gangster was thoroughly surprised to see Ella standing at his door. “El…”
           “Will you take me out?” She asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
           He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s wrong, love? Something happen?” Of course, it was a pleasure to see her, but such a visit was unlike her. They kept carefully planned dates together, always working around their schedules. The young woman wasn’t someone to pop up out of the blue without a reason.
           “I’m just…” She sighed heavily. Alfie’s presence instantly calmed her down. She was so fond of him that her burdened heart brightened. “I need to be with you right now.”
           He nodded but was still concerned for her. “Right, well, m’not too good of a dancer.” A sheepish look crossed his face and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Bad hip, yeah?”
           “That’s…that’s fine.” She shook her head and felt dumb standing there. What was she thinking? Just showing up at his doorstep and demanding he take her out. “It was silly of me to just drop in on you unannounced…”
           “Let me get me coat.” He stopped her from turning away. With a fond smile, he let her inside to wait. “Then we’ll go.”
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           On the way to the club, Ella walked arm in arm with Alfie. She was quiet but moved close to him. “I know the owner here.” He said nodded to a club with a long line waiting by the door.
           “Okay.” Ella followed as he bypassed the line completely and walked right through the doors without so much as a word. Clearly, he knew the owner and he knew what sort of repercussions would occur if Alfie Solomons was denied.  
           The man at the door nodded and greeted him without hesitation. “Evenin’, Mr. Solomons.”
           They left their coats with the attendant, Alfie leaving his derby hat on as usual. The club was buzzing with activity and there was barely enough room to move. But Alfie commanded the crowd without so much as a gesture or a word. People moved out of his way as if they were opposite ends of a magnet. He kept Ella near and guided her through. A jazz band was playing on a large stage at the front of the dance floor. They were playing a milder song, nothing too fast or upbeat. Still, Ella felt electricity surging through the room when Alfie pulled her close. He held her hand and rested the other on her waist. He smiled at her and she practically melted.
           They swayed together, simply listening to the music instead of talking. Alfie kept them by the edge of the dance floor, never straying too far. Every so often, his eyes would move from her face and glance over her shoulder. She didn't know what he was looking at, but he would always return to gaze into her blue eyes. They drifted closer as the smooth music filled the club. Ella moved her hand from his shoulder to the nape of his neck and drew him towards her. He tilted his head down and touched his cheek to hers.
           Ella closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus on the music and Alfie’s touch. But it was so hard to keep everything at bay. “I want my family to like you.” She blurted just loud enough for him to hear her over the noise of the club.
           Alfie didn’t react in any way to make her feel worse. He simply kept dancing with her to keep her at ease. But, it was the first time she ever mentioned her family. She’d made hints to them once or twice, but he assumed they were either gone like most of his was or they were estranged from her. “I’m a hard man to like, love.” He attempted to keep the mood humorous.
           “Not to me.” She replied stubbornly and nuzzled closer to him. Her fingernails lightly grazing up and down the back of his neck, speckling goosebumps over his arms and causing a shiver to go up his spine.
           “Well, I could meet them.” He offered. “And if they don’t like me, well-” He frowned to himself. Of course, they wouldn’t like him. Any reasonable family would be horrified to find their daughter or sister was fraternizing with a man like him. Someone who was barely seen as a man, but something more of a monster. But maybe he was too selfish to walk away from someone like Ella. Someone who gave him so much affection. He couldn’t even imagine turning around and walking away, never to see her again. “It’s your life, El. You need to decide what you think is best.”
           She drew back slightly to meet his eyes again. The rest of the world falling away, completely meaningless to her. The warmth and adoration on his face were too much to ignore. “I care about you, Alfie. I just wish things were simpler than they are.” Her chest seized with heartache. If only she could be from a normal family without the reputation hers had. If only they could accept how she felt about Alfie. The thought of having two separate lives was difficult to handle. But if she needed to live the rest of her life like that to be with Alfie, she would do so in a heartbeat.
           “Life ain’t simple.” He agreed. “But…things are simpler with you.”
           Ella swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” She drew him closer again to kiss him. The rest of the club was nothing but background noise. A dull hum out in the universe. Meaningless vibrations that didn’t affect the two of them. It was just Alfie, standing right in front of her. The center of her universe. Truly, a magnificent discovery. It was any wonder why her family or the rest of the world couldn’t see what she saw. Still, it didn’t matter if they were blind to it. She could see him clear as day and he was beautiful.
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           Ella went almost half a year with keeping everything in her life under control. Five blissful months with Alfie and five months of being on better terms with her family. But Icarus flew far too close to the sun and so did she. She became too confident that her brothers would never find out. So confident that she hardly even thought about Tommy and how he was still suspicious about her.
           But he had bided his time. Ada had hinted that Ella was acting strange. After the mention of Alfie Solomons, he wasn’t about to give up that easily. His sister had purposefully slipped away from the men he had sent to watch her. So there was something she was hiding.
           With Ella’s own advice, he sent men who were more competent than the last two. And it did the trick.
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           There was something unsettling in the air but Ella ignored it. She should’ve listened to her aunt who told her never to ignore a gut instinct. Instead, she met up with Alfie again.
           They’d become so familiar with each other. It was like being with an old friend and a brand new love. He listened to her like no one ever had. He’d often bring something up long after she told him. It gave Ella a skip in her step. Far too frequently she felt ignored by her family. She was just the baby Shelby, too young to understand anything. Too young to know what true emotions are. She wasn’t in the war. She hardly even knew their father. She didn’t know what it was like to be so neglected. She didn’t know anything.
           But Alfie respected her. He validated her and assured her that her fears were reasonable. Not once did he shrug her off and tell her she was just being a silly little girl.
           Still, Ella didn’t know how strong of an effect she had on Alfie. It seemed every second of the day she was on his mind. And every time her blue eyes flashed across his mind, he couldn’t help but smile. Truly, he thought he’d found the one. The woman he didn’t even think existed. A woman he would be chuffed to spend the rest of his life with. It was a terrifying thing to consider. Laying his emotions all out on the table like a deck of cards. Each one facing up, ready for her to read and react to. Very seldom did he find himself in a vulnerable position. But that changed with Ella. This wasn’t a business interaction. This wasn’t a battle. So he felt completely unprepared. And yet, he was more than willing to follow her into an uncertain future.
           They continued to go out together. Out for a walk, out to dinner, or dancing, which was just an excuse to hold each other close. It was endearing and tender, something neither of them were used to in the slightest. Each time was like digging into a sugary treat. Every time was like heaven and they parted ways still craving more.
           But they carried baggage along with them, secrets and lies they couldn’t completely wash away. And they couldn’t continue to ignore them any longer.
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           Tommy was in London, finishing up some business halfway into the evening. He was walking back to his car when one of his men approached.
           “Mr. Shelby.” Franklin, a young man who had been in the war with Arthur, jogged over. He was one of three men who Tommy had enlisted to follow his sister. It had been weeks without any news.
           That night, everything changed.
           “Evening, Frank.” Tommy greeted and paused by the open car door.
           “It’s Ella.” The dark-haired man caught his breath. He’d run all the way from the Camden area to find his boss before he left the city.
           “She alright, something happen?”
           Franklin shook his head. “She’s fine, but you said you wanted to hear about any information regarding her and Alfie Solomons.”
           Tommy’s blood ran cold. Part of him wanted to believe he was overreacting. A large part of that came from his wife. Grace scolded him for still not trusting Ella and insisting he allow her to live her own life in London. Another week and he probably would’ve thrown in the towel and chalked up his worries to just being an overprotective sibling. But now, his worst fears had been confirmed.
           “Where are they?”
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           Alfie always walked Ella home. He didn’t trust the city or its inhabitants. He always walked right up the first two steps. That way, Ella could be eye to eye with him when she stood on the top step. Perfect position to kiss him.
           “Lovely night.” Alfie looked up to the clear night sky. “More reasons than one.” He smiled at her.
           Ella grazed her fingers down his cheek and searched his face. She loved picking out the little features that only someone close to him would get to see. The complex cool colors of his eyes, the very faint spread of freckles congregating around his nose, and how his beard avoided the scar on his right cheek.
           He always leaned into her touch, allowing her to carry just a tiny bit of his weight even for just a moment. A man who was so used to carrying his own weight and sometimes those of others. Now he rested in the palm of this women’s hand. Allowing his vigilant eyes to close.
           She drew him out of his moment of silence to kiss him. Completing their typical Friday night together. A soft kiss that got deeper and more familiar every night they spent in each other’s company.
           Their collective guard was so low that they didn’t hear the expensive car pull up on the street behind them.
           Tommy caught sight of his sister kissing Alfie Solomons and he about blew a fuse. He got out of the car, ripping off his coat and slamming the door behind him.
           The loud noise finally startled the two out of their love-filled stupor. Ella looked over Alfie’s shoulder and she felt dizzy with panic. In an instant, she had gone from kissing the man she adored to seeing her enraged brother crossing the street.
           Alfie saw the terror on her face and turned. His brow furrowed in confusion. “Tommy…”
           “You fucking having a laugh?” He didn’t let the man speak. No, this time he would be the one in control of the conversation. “After I give you the benefit of the doubt more than once you fuck me over again?”
           Ella froze. She wasn’t sure who her brother was talking to before she realized he very well could’ve been addressing them both.
           “Tommy, mate, what the fuck are you on about?”
           In response, the Blinder grabbed his gun and pointed it right at Alfie’s forehead without hesitation. “You fucking think I wouldn’t find out, aye?”
           “Tommy, stop!” Ella quickly tried to get in between the two men but Alfie held her back.
           The situation got even stranger. How in the world did Ella know Tommy Shelby? “You on the drink again, Tom?”
           Tommy nearly popped a blood vessel at the man’s callous remark. “Don’t act stupid. You fucking crossed the line, Alfie. You can do what you want to me business but this is…” He sputtered over his words, to angry to think straight. His sister had lied to him multiple times. His business associate who had screwed him over one too many times was going behind his back yet again. But this time he was messing with his family.
           “Mate…”
           “She’s my fucking sister!” Tommy shouted loud enough to wake up the whole block.
           Ella could feel Alfie’s entire body stiffen. She knew her world was on fire even if she couldn’t smell the smoke yet. “Alfie…” The wait for his response was agonizing.
           The man turned to her after a brief moment of shock. “Fucking what…?” His voice was quiet but unmistakably upset. His jaw clenched as if he’d taken a blow to the stomach.
           Ella’s shoulders heaved with anxious puffs air as everything around her unraveled. “Alfie, I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry I-” She reached out to touch him but he jerked away like she was hot to the touch.
           Tommy gritted his teeth and put away his gun. However, he still wasn’t done with Alfie. He grabbed the man by the shirt collar and shoved him away from Ella’s front stoop. “Are you mad? She could’ve been killed ‘cause of you! You think you can just walk 'round with her and think no one will try to get at her?” He kept an iron grip on Alfie.
           “Tommy, stop!” Ella jumped down the stairs and tried to separate them.
           “You think I knew? Really? You think I’m stupid enough to do something like that?” Alfie wrestled Tommy away. His voice getting gruff and defensive. “Mate, she didn’t fucking tell me either. She’s been lying to the both of us.”
           Tears formed in Ella’s eyes. Her knees felt weak but she continued to try and tear her brother away. She’d already hurt Alfie enough, she didn’t need her brother harming him too.
           “You fucking stay away from her or I swear to God I’ll put a bullet in your head and leave you out on the street.” Tommy spat in a low voice. He finally relented and stepped away from the Jewish gangster.
           Alfie punched out a sarcastic laugh. “Don’t have to worry ‘bout that, Tom, you can take her back to Birmingham where she belongs. Take her back to you and your kin. Don't ever want to see her again.” His voice was full of poison but he couldn’t even look at Ella. It was purely defense, trying to shield himself from the massive hit to his heart. Before she even had time to stop him, he turned and walked off. Going home to tend to his wounds and build another protective layer around himself. Should’ve known the second he saw those blue eyes. He didn’t understand how he had the wool pulled over his eyes just by a pretty face. The man wanted so desperately to be angry. But he was too hurt to even feel it. Everything had become so numb.
           Ella stood in the middle of the street. Her body stiff with shock. Her blue eyes found her brother through the blur of her tears. She choked out a heartbroken sob. “You’ve done it then, haven’t you? Satisfied? You’ve completely ruined my entire life. You’ve broken my fucking heart!” She shouted, her voice shattered and hoarse.
           Tommy never used to bear watching his baby sister cry. He typically felt awful about it and kicked himself for weeks. But he didn’t take too kindly to being lied to. He stood straight being the soldier he was. “You’ve ruined your own life.” He replied steadily. “You lied. That’s what happens when you lie, everything falls apart.”
           Ella felt sick and wondered when she would wake up from the nightmare.
           “Get in the car.” Tommy opened the car door for her. “You’re coming home.” He grabbed her upper arm.
           “I am home.” She spat back at him and lashed out, shoving and slapping at him. “Fuck off!”
           “Ella, get in the fucking car!” He raised his voice again. He wasn’t going to leave her in London, not after she lied so much to such a dangerous man.
           Too weak to fight him anymore. She got in the backseat of the car. The entire way back to Birmingham she cried, but couldn’t find any more words to speak.
~~~~~~~~~~~
           They pulled up to six Watery Lane and she rushed inside. Polly was in the parlor and was shocked to see her niece running in. Tears staining her pale cheeks. Ella collapsed in her arms, clinging to her as she used to as a child.
           Polly had no idea what was going on, so all she could do was hold her as she cried.
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thiswasinevitableid · 5 years
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I have another Indruck prompt if you’re still taking them/interested: In Indrid’s absence from Kepler after the tree abomination, and in the wake of losing his powers, Duck finds a Gyspy Moth caterpillar. These moths are a problem in the Monongahela Forest because they cause deforestation, but Duck can’t bring himself to kill it. Instead, he takes it home and raises it from caterpillar to moth. He now has to explain to everyone (including Indrid when he returns) why he has a pet moth.
This turned out to be just what I needed to write today.
Duck spots the caterpillar. It’s a Gypsy Moth, bad news for the trees in his beloved forest.
Whelp, the little fella will have to go.
He picks up a small rock, perfect for squishing. But he can’t bring himself to actually squish it. His soft spot for critters doesn’t usually extend to ones that are pests, and for a moment he’s worried that Minnie’s disconnection means he can’t be tough in literally any way, be it physical or emotional.
Then again, a more likely explanation is that the word “moth” conjures up different images than it used to; a pair of red glasses, a strange face, an utter inability to handle cold. Dried blood on the face, tied up by the Cottonwood.
God, he’d felt like he’d been punched, seeing Indrid with the injuries from whatever scuffle happened with the goatminion.
Indrid is gone, flown away to who-knows-where, a string of “what-ifs” trailing behind him. Duck will never get to know him better, never figure out what the little prick of warmth in his chest whenever he saw the man meant. He hasn’t come back in months, and Duck can’t say he blames him. Kepler didn’t exactly prove safe.
He searches for a few stray leave, piles them on the seat of the jeep. Scoops the caterpillar into his hands and then deposits it on the pile.
“Alright little guy, let’s head home.”
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It’s a week later and he’s placing leaves into a shoe box for his new pet to munch on.
“There you go, dinner time.”
He’s managed to keep the caterpillar alive, in part because the cat is deeply uninterested by it. The kids book he found at the library has also helped.
Now one else knows about the shoe box or its occupant. Right now, it’s his little secret, and something about that calms him. He can keep this little fella safe, even though the rest of his life is shuddering and shifting under his feet in ways he doesn’t like. His once predictable world gets more fraught by the week. But his friend here will always need leaves, will eventually pupate, will eventually fly. How comforting to know things go on day by day even when disaster is around every corner.
Jesus, he’s waxing poetic about a moth. He really needs to sleep more.
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The days are consistently warm when his new pet finally pupates. It’s latched to a branch in the aquarium tank Duck found at a garage sale. Something about it being in this stage makes Duck anxious; he can’t see what’s happening, he can’t see if it’s okay and yes he knows, he knows how moth life cycles work and that it will be fine.
He’ll come back to him.
There’s a Pine Guard meeting tonight, and so he drives up to the lodge, more tired than he cares to admit.
The commotion in the lobby doesn’t strike him as odd, he just figures Aubrey is showing off a new trick. He steps up beside Barclay to see who he’s talking to.
Red glasses. And a wide smile that takes on a new depth as he appears.
“Hello, Duck. Nice to see you again.”
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It’s movie night, and Duck is hosting. His friends are curled on couches and nestled on pillows on the floor.
Indrid is among them, having used his weeks back in Kepler to grow closer to the Pine Guard, spend more time at the lodge and around his fellow Sylphs.
That Duck has gone to his Winnebago on more than one occasion just because he wanted to see him has not escaped anyone’s notice. Duck is still trying to convince himself it’s solely to hang out with a friend.
“Uh, Duck, why do you have an empty fishtank?”
Everyone’s heads swivel towards where Aubrey is looking.
“I believe it’s not entirely empty.” Indrid says softly, voice suggesting he’s only half-present in the room.
Ned, Dani, and Aubrey crowd around the tank.
“It’s a butterfly cocoon.” Dani points at the purple-brown shape.
“It’s actually a-”
“HOLY SHIT it’s moving!” Aubrey gives a delighted cheer and Duck nudges Ned aside so he can see too.  They stand transfixed as little by little wings and body appear until at last they reveal…
“A moth? Interesting selection, my friend.” Ned peers at it.
“Isn’t that kind invasive or something?” Dani looks at Duck, who shrugs before speaking.
“Yeah, they ain’t good for the forest. But I found one as a caterpillar and just, uh, just, fuck, decided to, uh, hold onto, no. Fuck.”
“It’s a bit drab.” Ned muses.
“I rather like the color.” Indrid murmurs and Duck realizes he’s standing beside him, regarding the moth as it flaps it’s wings to dry them. He looks back at his pet and his breath catches in a way he hopes only Indrid (but ideally not even him) hears. The colors on his little friend are similar to colors he remembers from Indrid’s Sylph form.
“Did you name it?” Aubrey gives a small wave to the moth through the glass.
“Indrid.” It slips out before Duck can stop it; he’d called the moth that in his head. But when it slips out it’s to only him who says it as Indrid’s voice layers beneath his.
“Awwwww.” Aubrey says, giving Duck a look that he knows all too well. His cheeks are burning, and worse Indrid has gone silent.
“Oughta let him get adjusted to havin’ wings and shit. C’mon, let’s start the movie.”
The movie passes uneventfully, but Duck catches Indrid giving him odd looks during it.
And when everyone else departs, the slender, white-haired man remains. When Duck finishes waving goodbye to Aubrey and Dani, he shuts the door and finds Indrid seated in front of the tank.
He sits down next to him.
“You know I’m not really a moth, right?” It’s teasing, but there’s something else going on in his voice.
“Course I do. Just, the day I found him I was missin’ you somethin’ awful.”
“You missed me? Goodness, we’d barely gotten to know each other.”
“That’s just it. I wanted to get to know you better and then there was the tree and the goatman and then whoosh you were gone and I thought I was never-”
“-Going to see you again.” Indrid’s not looking at the tank anymore, his gaze fixed completely on Duck.
“I like you, Indrid, I like you more every day that passes, and apparently I liked you a whole fuckin’ lot before that because I couldn’t kill a fuckin’ moth larvae because whenever I thought the word moth I saw your face.”
Indrid blinks at him, head tilted to one side.
Duck smacks a hand over his eyes, embarrassed by the confession.
“Please tell me there’s a future where I sink into the ground.”
“No” a chilly hand moves his own from his eyes while the other cups his cheek, “but there are many futures where something else happens. If, that is, it’s something you want.” His smile is soft as he strokes Ducks cheek with his thumb.
“Please.” He whispers.
Indrids lips are as cold and as chapped as he expected them to be and he couldn’t be happier, wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer.
“More?” Indrid grins at him when they break apart and Ducks hands shoot up into his hair to pull him into a kiss and down onto the floor.  
“The answer is yes.” He’s panting now, staring down at Duck with delight.
“Can I at least actually ask the damn thing?”
“Sorry, go ahead.”
“Can I take you out sometime?”
The answer comes in yet another kiss, one with far more heat behind it.
“Do you, uh, wanna move this somewhere else. Don’t wanna scandalize the moth.”
“I’m his namesake, I can scandalize him as I please.” Indrid kisses his nose, “but yes, the couch will be far more comfortable.”  He stands up, offers Duck a hand, pulls him into and embrace once he stands and just holds him for a moment. As he does, Duck smiles.
Bringing home that caterpillar is one of the best things he ever did.
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wedifferentfiretree · 4 years
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you’re my favorite kind of night
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Castiel and Dean have been sleeping together for a while.
Sleeping as in sleeping.
Nothing else.
.
It was not the first time that Dean and Castiel slept together. Sleeping as in sleeping, in the most innocent meaning of the term. It had just been the product of coincidences (Sam is already sleeping, let's watch a movie, isn't it cold?), but they both had noticed it because they had both wanted it (I like spending time with him, this movie is a dumb pretext, I want him to stay). 
That night, Sam was passed out on the single bed of one of the crappiest motels they ever had the displeasure to spend a night. The covers were itchy, the wallpaper was downright hideous, the door to the bathroom had carefully been taken out if its beams and it was hot at hell – something Dean would know. The air conditioning as loud as it was ineffective, which rendered the atmosphere even more unbearable.
Sam had had a tough day. He had been the one to figure out that the person they thought was a shapeshifter was in fact an innocent bait and that he had left the true shapeshifter with Castiel and a bunch of pre-schoolers. He had called Dean who was preparing the murder of their innocent suspect, and they had rushed to help Castiel. The shapeshifter had not tried to attack yet. Sam had tried to lure him away from the kids, but it had felt that something was odd. Dean and Cas had gotten the children outside to allow Sam to savagely murder the shapeshifter. He had gained a few scratches in the process and the stress of the day, coupled with the heat had knocked him out right after dinner.
Around midnight, Dean went to bed and began reading. He was trying to act normal about it but Castiel had noticed that he usually would not read in public and that he was defensive about it -something he found odd but had not tackled yet.
He was reading a Sherlock Holmes novel. The jacket of the book was worn out and some pages were dog eared. For a while, Castiel just contemplated with fondness the way his friend looked more and more captivated by the story. Then, he went back to what had kept him more or less busy throughout the evening: rummaging through files and notes of previous cases. He was not doing anything in particular because he had been in a mood since they had gotten to the motel, unable to focus, annoyed at everyone who talked to him. 
Dean had though that it was because they had to share a bed, Sam had thought nothing of it because he was already falling asleep and Castiel could not believe that there was no fucking door to the bathroom.
He needed a door. 
He needed privacy.
Because he. Needed. A. wank.
He needed it even more since he was going to spend a night stuck to fucking Dean Winchester.
He needed a door to that bathroom.
He felt his excitation pooling in his belly and he felt jittery, annoyed, frustrated. He did not succumb to those urges very often; he had neither the chance nor the desire. He had other things to do. From times to times, though, he would feel a surge of envy, of desire and he would masturbate quickly, most of the time shamefully. 
  He thought of Dean when he did it.
   Afterwards, he’d feel guilty, almost dirty.
 Sometimes, they would cuddle against each other, touching each other’s skin, feeling the other’s fingers. It was their secret -Sam did not know, and even Dean and Castiel wouldn’t talk about it between them. Those were Castiel’s favourite moments: the night seemed to stop for them. Seconds and minutes and hours during which their bodies would brush by accident and then, one of them would move tentatively, pressing a hand against the other, lips suddenly pressed to the other’s neck.
Castiel could feel his heart racing in those moments. He wanted nothing more than to know he mattered to Dean the way Dean mattered to him. His clumsy touches seemed to indicate it. But Castiel wanted more. He wanted to hear it. He wanted Dean to speak about whatever there was between us because it was driving him crazy to be in this situation. Feeling their bodies touch in such intimate ways was wonderful but Castiel needed to hear it from Dean.  Sometimes, dozing at the back of the Impala, he would imagine them confessing their love to each other and making love, and keeping on professing their love for each other.
And sometimes, when he was horny and alone in the shower, he’d imagine Dean masturbating him or even fucking Dean, hard, pitiless, making him scream. He’d close his eyes and imagine as hard as he could, touching himself until he came wishing he could scream the name that died on his lips.
It was almost physically painful to open his eyes and come back to the reality of the sad motel bathroom in which he had jerk off to the thought of a man he loved dearly and was on the other side of the door, urging him not to use all of the hot water, or on the other side of the door, asking him if he wanted pizza or burgers and – Sam, shut up for a sec, I can’t hear him and yes Dean, I’m coming (you can’t imagine how true that is). And so he would wash off the traces of sperm from his skin, promising to himself that it was the last time he’d do that only to get back at his fantasies with even more strength the next time -this time, Dean was blowing him and then fingering him and then I love you, I love you.
But he always had to open his eyes in the end.
 Open his eyes, turn off the shower, go back to normal.
 .
Dean eventually fell asleep around 1:30, his book still in his hands and Cas took all the time in the world to go to bed.
.
Dean woke up all at once, unable at first to pinpoint what had awaken him. Then Cas moaned, hips pressing against the mattress and Dean felt his face flush and his stomach twist because Cas was having a wet dream.
That was what had woken him up.
Dean was sure feeling very awake, heat pooled in his stomach – and lower and-
He could not let Cas sleep. He’d feel like he’d abuse him if he watched him get off in his sleep.
- Cas, he whispered softly, tentatively grabbing his shoulder.
Cas moaned again hips, still moving and whispered.
- Yes, Dean.
He did not seem to be answering the real Dean’s calls, the Dean whose heartbeat had suddenly increased because he could not bring himself to believe that Castiel was having a wet dream about him.
- Cas, he said again, louder this time.
Through the light of the neon that filtered through the broken blinds, Dean saw Castiel open his eyes (he always had to, in the end). He also witnessed his expression going from barely awaken and horny to confused and horrified.
- Dean-
- You were… having a nightmare, Dean provided. So I woke you up.
But Cas did not buy any of it.
- I am so sorry, Dean. Please, forgive me, I’m so sorry,  I just –
Castiel’s voice was wobbly, and he had sat down, trying to get away from Dean. For once, he did not even dare to look at Dean.
There was something, maybe in the vulnerability that Castiel displayed at that moment, or in the promiscuity of the bed, or maybe something else entirely that pushed Dean to decide what he wanted to do in the fraction of a second. He moved closer to Cas, put a hand on his thigh and his heart was racing like crazy and he was not entirely sure of what he was doing – hell, he had no idea at all.
- Don’t be sorry. I’m gonna help you with that all right?
- What?
 No. Shut up. Please. Let met touch you.
- Do you want me to help you, Cas? Dean asked, deliberately running his fingers from Cas’ thigh to his hips.
Castiel’s body was warm against his cool hand, and the contact was electrifying. The atmosphere between them crackled with  potential and now it was not his fingers that he put on Cas’ skin but his hand, his palm and he shuffled closer to the angel and his body was also very warm and Cas’ breath was erratic and Dean liked it.
- Yes. Yes Dean. Please.
His voice was nothing but a low rumble.
Dean pressed against him and fumbled under the covers until he found what he was looking for.
He had never jerked someone else off, but how different from masturbating could it be?
He took Cas’ cock in hand and began moving slowly. He could feel Cas arching against him, trying to muffle his moans of pleasure.
Dean felt like he was going crazy.
- What were you dreaming about, Cas?
Cas breathed faster.
- That’s fine, angel. You don’t have to tell me. Just think about what it is that made you want it so bad.
He could feel all the emotions he had tried to mute for years swelling in his heart, taking so much room, breaking his barriers. He smelt Cas, and he smelt good. He smelled like home. Like an ocean but he was also warm and reassuring like a fucking bakery.
Dean hated himself for loving this.
The revelation struck him with every movement of the wrist: he. hated. himself.
It was not right to like another man like that.
 Bullshit, bullshit.
He pushed back the tears that threatened to come.
And then, Cas pushed him back. Castiel was pushing him away. 
- Dean, stop, please. You don’t look fine.
He must have called his name before but he had not heard him. Castiel grabbed his wrist to prevent him from continuing.
Dean’s eyes were wide open, but he could not see. Disgusting.
- Dean, let’s go outside, please.
 Dean obeyed. He put an old plain t-shirt which was not even his and grey sweatpants. Castiel was waiting next to the bed, into his black hoodie and dumb blue pajama bottom. They sneaked outside as silently as possible.
The air smelled of melting tar and hot car wheels, but the air was cool. Without speaking, they walked away from the motel and its neon halo and climbed up on a little hill of dry grass that was behind the parking lot. They sat down behind bushes. The cars on the highway far away looked like a big luminous caterpillar. Everything looked very quiet and Dean marveled at the simplicity of the moment, the stars in the sky and Castiel beside him. His moment of weakness was gone and he felt just felt a bit tired.
They looked at the landscape for a while
Cas spoke first. 
- I am sorry I put you in this uncomfortable situation. I did not want to pressurize you into sexual intercourse. I feel very bad about it, Dean, I hope you can forgive me.
They did not look at each other. The atmosphere between them had changed so much since that moment when everything had felt so perfect and hot and careless… And now, it felt weird talking about Dean masturbating Castiel.
Dean cleared his throat.
- It’s fine, Cas, he managed to say. You did not force me.
- Are you sure? Because you don’t look fine.
Everything seemed so careless under the stars.
- I enjoyed it. Hell. I wanted
Cas waited a little before asking.
- Then do you want to talk about what went wrong?
Dean let the silence grow between them. This kind of discussion was not his favourite. Cas had resigned himself to the fact that Dean was not going to say more when he resumed speaking:
- I'm afraid to be with men, he said, as quickly as possible.
His voice was wobbly, and he hated himself a little bit more. He touched another guy’s dick once and now he was crying and talking about his feelings.
Cas thought that he was not really a man technically speaking, but he understood that this was beside the point and let Dean continue, his voice firmer.
- Amongst humans… It’s.. Not good for two men to be together. I mean, now it’s OK, now but before... And especially within our world …
Cas was always quick to understand when Dean was trying to hide something.
- Did someone hurt you, Dean?
Neck stiff, Dean nodded.
It felt weird to admit it.
It felt weird admitting he had been abused because of who he was, because of his sexuality.
It sounded dumb and weak.
- But it doesn’t matter anymore. It was long ago. I changed and …
He did not even know what he wanted to say. He voice was uncertain, and he cried. The tears caught him by surprise. Castiel held him close, kissed him on the back of his neck, in his hair.
Of course, Castiel would do that.
Dean wanted it so bad: being held, being told that everything was going to be fine.
Dean wanted Cas to do all of this.
The stars shone bright above them.
- I know that deep down you know it, Dean, but I’ll say it anyway. You can love who you want. You can love me.
Castiel took a deep breath before continuing: 
- I love you. I’ll always be there for you. No one will hurt you anymore, ever. I won’t allow it.
Dean cried louder, holding onto his angel.
- Don’t leave me, Cas. Don’t ever leave me.
- It’s okay, Dean. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.
The hunter eventually calmed down. Castiel was rubbing his back, kissing him through his tears.
- Sorry for that, he said, wiping the tears of his face
- Don’t apologize, please. I want to be here for you, I need you to be honest with me.
 Once Dean had calmed down and a sort of nice familiarity had settled between them, they talked, and the stars looked over them.
  They talked, laughed, and Dean looked at Castiel and he was so pretty and vulnerable, and fierce, and nice, and he was his whole universe and so he kissed him, shyly at first, and then they looked at each other and kissed again. It was a shared movement; they reached for each other under the stars and Dean climbed on Castiel and the stars fell and rose in the sky but nothing felt as endless as the moment they were sharing and the kisses, now lying on the burnt grass behind a parking lot and they keep pressing their lips together, and their whole bodies and Dean felt fine because and angel told him he could love who he wanted and he wanted to love him.
- Let me finish what I started, Dean asked, fiddling with the elastic of Cas’ pants. Let me.
Cas let him.
Dean masturbated him, stroking his hard dick, kissing him, leaving hickeys on his neck, marveling at the sight of Castiel being touched under the stars. Castiel smelled of sweat and cheap deodorant and the ocean, an ocean of possibility and he positively smelt like sin and hell, did Dean love that. He was aroused, he felt his erection but he did not want to think about it, not yet.
- Come on Cassy, he mumbled, come for me.
It was as if he was praying and Castiel was chanting his name -Dean, Dean, Dean- and he came hard, closing his eyes under the stars.
Dean realized he was out of breath and covered in sweat and still hard.
He rubbed the cum that covered his hand in the frail grass while Castiel, eyes still closed, was slowly recovering.
Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at Dean, and he smiled.
- You called me “Cassy”, he said after a moment.
Dean blushed.
- Heat of the moment, he mumbled. I won’t do it again if it bothers you.
- No, I liked it. I like when you give me nicknames. I feel like I … belong to you.
The hesitation in Cas’ voice made Dean look up.
- Belong to me, he repeated. Kinky.
He said that because he did not know what else to say but he sure knew how he felt. He felt dizzy with affection and happiness.
Cas smiled.
- If you say so. Kinky.
- C’mon.
They kissed again, Castiel sitting between Dean’s legs and being held in his arms.
- Dean, do you want me to masturbate you?
- Oh, um, no buddy, thank you. I’m fine.
- Buddy?
Cas turned around to face Dean and Dean noticed how rigid he had gone, how darker the blue in his eyes seemed to be.
- I don’t feel fully … comfortable with that yet, Cas.
He saw the sadness on his friend’s face and guilt attacked him like a hellhound.
- I’ll work on it, I promise, he added. It’s just… It’s not easy on me.
- Of course, Dean. Don’t worry about it, okay? Take your time.
There were times when Castiel really was a shitty liar. It wasn't that he did not understand Dean's struggle, he could only imagine how hard it must be for him but once again, he was keeping him away. 
They looked around for a while, still pressed against each other but the moment was gone. The air was cooling and the stars were fading out.
- Can you just –
Castiel fumbled with his words for a moment. Dean had rarely seen him at loss for words. Cas was flushed, probably from his orgasm but also from shyness and this was an incredible sight for Dean.
- Don’t worry about it, he finally mumbled, and Dean did not ask more.
They went back to the motel soon after. It was early morning. The stars had gone and the sky was a wistful shade of blue.
They went back to their bed as silently as they had sneaked out. On the way to the bed, Cas tripped over Dean's used copy of the Sherlock Holmes novel. He picked it up, thinking about when he had seen it, hours earlier, as Dean was reading, and he had not dreamt yet nor had his dream become real . He put the book on his nightstand. 
In the morning, Cas took more time than usual before getting up. He laid there in the bed with his eyes closed during long minutes. They had a lead in Nebraska, they had to be on the road in fifteen minutes, stop for coffee and get the hell out so it would be good if you could move your gear, Cas and why not start by opening your eyes, buddy?
Cas opened his eyes.
He always had to in the end.
Sam was already checking them out of the motel.
Dean was waiting for him.
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akaiikowrites · 6 years
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talk is cheap (and i’ve got expensive taste) pt. 2
Summary: “It’s like Romeo and Juliet only with frat parties.” Katara might be drunk, but she’s still pretty sure she just met her soulmate. [College AU]
Notes: for @zutaramonth 2017, day fourteen, drinking games. part one. ao3. very slightly less shitposty because i had to make room for the feels. behold the glorious (ish?) conclusion to this two shot.
Completely obliterating the curve for her organic chem final despite having an epic hangover and a sprained ankle very nearly makes up for the fact he doesn’t call her.
“You didn’t even give him your last name,” Toph points out. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she suddenly lunges forward in a lightning round of jabs that pushes the sandbag back a few inches. Despite the effort her breathing remains even as she bounces back. “I don’t think you can blame this one on him, Sugar Queen. And I’m all for blaming guys.”
Truer words have never been spoken. Finishing the wrapping on her knuckles, Katara says, “My turn with the sandbag next.”
A few weeks into the next semester the Epsilon Kappa House catches on to Toph’s cons.
There’s not much they can do about it besides banning Toph and, by extension, Katara from attending their parties. Of course Toph and Katara only find that out when they’re told to leave at eleven at night during a kegger. Defiant to the bitterest end, Toph backs out of the house with both middle fingers raised. It’s a beautiful moment.
“Home?” Katara asks. It’s cold as balls out. The miniskirt she put on isn’t helping matters. Even if she did spend two hours getting ready, this isn’t worth it, and she wants to go watch Netflix until she passes out.
Cracking her neck, Toph says, “No. We’re going to the Lambdas.”
Which is almost a worse idea than wearing a miniskirt in February. “No,” Katara says. She wants to sound firm, but it’s ruined by her teeth chattering. Irony is somewhere in an Inuit girl being cold. “Toph, no.”
“Toph, yes.”
Lambda’s a fifteen minute walk to the exact opposite end of Greek Row. Technically they’re outside of Greek Row. A shadow frat. The kind that has all the best rumors about blood sacrifices and dead pledges and raging parties. Mysterious. Dangerous. Sketchy as fuck.
Somehow she’s a little surprised that it’s taken them until their junior year to make it here. Eventually they were bound to run out of frat parties to crash on account of Toph’s schemes. Maybe she should be grateful.
There’s a party going on. There’s always a party going on.
Within minutes Toph’s set up her usual arm wrestling game. It’s her favorite mostly because no one can beat her. Katara needs about eight shots to handle the music, the crowd, and the ever present scent of smoke. Also she might be resenting Toph for this. Just a little.
Katara walks into the dining room, or what she assumes is the dining room, keeping to the edges as she tries to make her way toward the kitchen. She glances through the crowd mostly because she’s curious what’s holding sway over a good twenty drunken college students. That’s how she sees the love of her life and the jerk ex boyfriend of her past down shots of vodka. They slam their shot glasses down on the dining room table in the same moment. Everyone erupts into drunken cheers. There’s a sizeable pile of shot glasses next to both of them.
The love of her life has the decency to notice her staring at him. He looks like he just got hit with lightning. “Katara?” he asks. It’s almost a yell, but he’s got a way of softening it. That’s another thing she likes about him. Feeling a little dizzy with the fact that he noticed her and remembered her name, she lifts a hand in a half wave and smiles.
Meanwhile, the ex leans closer to the love of her life so he can see her. “Katara?” he yells. There is no softening. The jagged line of her eyebrows brings back bad memories.
“Fuck off, Jet.”
Without waiting for a response, she starts shoving her way through the crowd again. Heart beating in her throat she waits until the next round of cheers goes up and her hand’s closed around an opened bottle of tequila. Not much of a consolation but she takes it. Has to take it.
Knocking back nine shots in quick succession, her brain finally processes that she could’ve gone and dragged Toph out. Pulled the “I’m your best and only female friend you have to walk home with me so I don’t die” card. Now that the buzz has taken the edge off, she wonders if she should still do that, or if maybe she should go back to the dining room.
The decision is made for her.
She’s staring into her tenth shot when Jet comes swaggering up and into her space. “Hey, baby,” he says. Between the dining room and here, he managed to find a toothpick, which he’s chewing on. When they were dating she always thought he must have a whole pack of them hidden on him.
“No,” she says. Narrowing her eyes up at him, she dares him to try fucking with her. They both know how that ended last time.
Jet’s chewing pauses. “Baby,” he says. “God, you look pretty tonight. Pretty as a picture.” Low, coaxing, to match the way his hands reach for her hips like he’s going to pull her closer. It worked so many times during their short relationship.
Now it just ends with him stumbling back and swearing at the tequila in his eyes. Katara’s just tipsy enough to find it funny. Hilarious, even. One of her hands reaches out to grasp the counter to keep herself from collapsing to the floor in helpless giggles.
Someone’s at her back. Hands cup her elbows and lift her from her half collapsed position. Katara tips her head back and glimpses a firm mouth and dark scar. That’s enough to let herself fall back into him. He doesn’t even stumble back, just takes her weight and redistributes it, so mostly she’s tucked under one of his arms. Clutching at his tee with one hand, she says, “I think the tequila was spiked.”
Briefly she comes to. It’s cold on her legs except for where there are hands gripping her thighs. She’s wearing a leather jacket that smells like everything wonderful. Her face is mushed into the back of someone’s neck. Toph’s voice says, “I can’t believe she passed out on you.”
It’s four am and she’s in her bed. She’s still wearing his jacket. “It’s like Romeo and Juliet,” Katara moans. Her mouths feels like fuzzy caterpillars and she’s pretty sure if there was anything left in her stomach, she’d puke. Again. If she puked. Honestly, she can’t remember if she puked. “Only with frat parties.”
“Katara, they die at the end.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m dying now.”
An unknown number calls her three days later. Normally she wouldn’t bother answering but she’s waiting to hear back about a study abroad application so she picks it up with a cheery, “Hello, Katara Foster speaking!” Like a fucking well adjusted person who didn’t get blackout drunk three nights ago.
“I’m sorry it took me this long to find you but Katara I don’t know how to use Facebook and your blind friend made me go on a spirit quest with her in exchange for your number except it wasn’t your number it was your brother’s? Because our spirit quest sucked. I ended up having to go break your dad out of this biker bar with him, and then there was a riot, and now we all have matching tattoos. I might have told your dad about carrying you home. I think he expects me to marry you. And it’s a little soon for that but maybe we could at least do dinner while we’re both sober?”
“You’re the reason everyone’s been disappearing?” That’s not what she meant to say. Something scathing and witty would’ve been nice. Or at least a solidly aggravated oh my god.
An awkward silence. A cough. “Yes?”
Reaching up, Katara pinches the bridge of her nose. Inhaling deeply, she tries to sort through everything that brought her here, to this very moment. Fighting a lost cause, as they say. “Let me... Let me get this straight. You went on a spirit quest? With Toph?”
“Yes.”
“And went on a roadtrip with my brother?”
“Yes.”
“And got matching tattoos with him and my dad?”
“Yes.”
“All to get my number because you couldn’t figure out Facebook?”
“...yes.”
Finally it comes. “Oh my god.” The relief at saying it almost matches the sheer aggravation that comes with it. “I can’t believe you— What kind of— Why would you do that?”
There’s no hesitation in him. “Because I like you.” Maybe he’s thinking she’ll ask him why—and she’s not going to ask, she has a feeling it involves her being pretty, like it always does with guys—because he says, “You’re strong, and kind, and smart. You can’t hold your liquor and you’re friends with a conwoman and you stuffed snow down my shirt as part of some weird courtship ritual. You don’t take my bullshit. I like you.”
Weirdly there’s this kind of burny pressure behind her eyes. Almost like she’s about to cry, which is ridiculous, because why would she cry over something like this? Except the burny feeling is only getting worse.
“You like me?” she says. It comes out sniffly and awful and she kind of wants to punch herself in the face.
“Yes,” he says. By now he should sound exasperated because she’s been ridiculous this whole conversation but instead he sounds almost soft. Tentative, like he wants to treat her gently, as he says, “Yes, I like you.”
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Zuko.”
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eunis-sound · 6 years
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Hey guys guess who wrote a depressing TMNT au story.
It’s a little long so I put it under read more. Good luck!
A hush had fallen over the barn, the only noise the faint hum of an old computer in the corner. A dusty yellow bulb flickered on overhead, casting a dim light over the cluttered workspace.
Michelangelo padded softly across the wooden floor, carrying a paper plate, a plastic cup, and a few children’s books. His once busy mind was blank and desolate, his cheerful demeanor replaced with a reserved and guilty one.
The weight had settled on his chest about a week ago, when it all happened. The first twenty four hours after the bite were the worst. But his brother was okay, he’d be alright. Donnie would fix everything. Life could go back to normal.
Michelangelo’s hands shook, threatening to spill the food and drink he was carrying. “Hey Raph,” he croaked. “I brought you some pizza rolls and water.” When Mikey first discovered pizza rolls, he thought they were a gift from the heavens. Now he didn’t care about them. Everything tasted the same anyway - bland and unappetizing.
His brother looked up, blank eyes narrowed. A hollow hiss escaped his jaws.
A pang of guilt lanced through him. He knelt down in front of his infected brother, setting the things he’d carried in on the floor across from him. “Your wound looks good.” That was true. The bite mark had lost its scab and was beginning to heal over. The indentations of teeth were still visible, however.
Mikey had begun to get used to feeding Raphael, and while he was still careful not to get bitten, he wasn’t scared of him anymore.
He held up a pizza roll, poised it, and tossed it toward Raphael. He opened his mouth and caught it, chewed it, and swallowed it. A dull click sounded from his throat and he inched forward. He could only go so far though; chains bound him by his wrists and throat.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like some,” Mikey muttered. He tossed him another one. His brother caught this one too, his teeth gnashing and he chewed up the pizza roll. Mikey sorted through them, tossing him the cooled ones first and blowing on the other ones so they wouldn’t burn Raphael.
When they were all gone, Mikey stepped forward with the plastic cup of water. Raphael glared at him and hissed.
“Alright Raph, want some water?” He stood above his brother. He reached over to the untidy desk, his hand closing around a metal wrench. He always felt bad about this part, but he would rather make sure his brother was hydrated. Mikey edged closer, and as his brother lunged at him he swung the wrench into his mouth, pushing it back towards his molars so he couldn’t spit it out. Raphael hissed around the wrench, but he was cut off by Michelangelo pouring the water in his mouth. He sputtered and coughed half of it out before gulping down the rest with a blank glare.
Mikey pried the wrench from his jaws and leaped back, then sat across from him, watching as Raphael shook himself off and glared at him. A low growl came from his brother's throat, who was now hunched over on all fours, trying unsuccessfully to bite at his restraints.
Then Mikey turned to the stack of books he’d brought in. He shuffled through them and picked one out - Where the Wild Things Are. “How about this one?” He held up the book for Raphael to see.
Raphael narrowed his eyes and growled again, low and guttural.
“Ok, not that.” Mikey shifted through the books and held up another. “This?”
His brother looked at the cover and cocked his head, sniffing at the air.
A lump formed in Mikey’s throat; Raph used to read this book to him when they were younger. He flipped open the cover to The Very Hungry Caterpillar and began to read aloud. “In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf-”
The door swung open behind him with a loud creak. “Mikey, come eat.” Leonardo’s voice was tired but held a steely tone to it
“I’m not hungry,” Mikey grumbled, not even turning around.
“C’mon, you need to eat some time. It’s not healthy to just stop eating.” That was Donatello. His voice was knowledgeable and sympathetic.
“I’ll be fine,” Mikey said softly. “I’ll be in when Raph falls asleep.” He turned back to Raph and turned the page. “One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and-”
“Mikey…” Donnie put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Mikey hadn’t even heard him walk over. “You can come back out and read to him after you eat dinner. I promise.”
“Raph doesn’t need kids books to help him sleep,” Leo breathed, his voice cold and abrasive. A sliver of anger crept into his voice. He probably hates me.
“He might not but it’s the thought that counts,” Donnie said quietly. He took his hand off of Mikey’s shoulder. “If that’s how Mikey copes, let him.”
Leo muttered something under his breath that Mikey didn’t quite catch.
“Pardon?” Donnie asked.
“Nothing.”
“No, tell me. We need to be truthful, especially at a time like this.” Mikey could hear Donnie fold his arms around his thin frame.
“I said he wouldn’t have to cope if Raph was still okay.”
A wave of guilt slammed into Mikey and he turned his eyes to Leo. He saw rage and regret staring back at him, strong enough to make him shrink back.
“Leo-” started Donnie, but was quickly cut off by the leader.
“None of this would have happened if Mikey had followed the damn plan! How fucking hard is it?” He rounded on Mikey, his remaining eye burning with emotion. “You were supposed to stay in the van in case we needed to get out quick. But no, you had to screw it up! Look where it’s gotten us!” Leonardo gestured to Raphael, who in turn snarled at him, teeth glinting. “Now Raphael’s infected and I lost my fucking eyeball!” He took a step toward Mikey, fists clenched tight. “Maybe if you were actually useful, you’d-”
“Leonardo, STOP IT!” Donatello shoved his way between the Leonardo and Michelangelo with a hiss. He glared daggers at Leo. “Now is NOT the time for this. It wasn’t his fault.”
Leo hissed and stormed out of the barn, slamming the barn door behind him so hard it bounced back open with a creaky shudder.
“Mikey,” Donnie sighed. “Mikey he didn’t mean-”
“No. It’s… It’s the truth.” Michelangelo stood up, dusted off his kneepads, and started trudging toward the door.
“No, Mikey, it’s not.” His brother grabbed Michelangelo’s arm and held him back. He felt Donnie’s calloused hand run over countless battle scars lining his forearm. But it was Mikey’s job. Him and Leo had to protect their only chance at a cure. “You’re… You’re part of the team Mikey. We all love you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”
Mikey paused. “I… I miss him.” He turned to look into Donatello’s eyes. “Don’t you blame me?”
Donnie sighed. His muddy red eyes were clouded with an emotion he couldn’t quite read. He looked exhausted from working day and night to try and fix their infected brother. “It’s not your fault. There’s plenty of times all of us have made mistakes-”
Mikey cut him off. “But none of them have gotten any of us this badly hurt. I’m sorry Don. I need some time alone.” He turned away from Donnie without waiting for a response and left the barn.
Mikey found underwater to be peaceful, a private sanctuary few people could enter. He could allow his mind to roam freely without the worry of an infected one springing out from behind a tree or a bush. His tears could flow with no one seeing.
He felt like he could stay there forever.
    A faint voice brought him from his reverie. He opened his eyes to see a distorted figure at the surface, outlined by moonlight. He sighed a bubble of air. Reluctantly and with a purposeful slowness, he floated to the surface. Donatello met his gaze as Mikey’s head came up from the water. The tall turtle held out a hand for his brother.
    Mikey took the hand Donnie offered him and pulled himself out. He turned his gaze to his brother, not even bothering to shake the water off of himself.
    “Are you feeling better now? You’ve been under for about an hour.” The scientists voice was soft and concerned.
    Mikey shrugged. He didn’t really feel like talking to anyone.
    Donnie frowned and let out a soft sigh. “Well, let’s go back to the farmhouse. It’s not safe out here at night.”
    Mikey nodded and traipsed listlessly alongside his brother, his mind still deep in his dark thoughts. Leonardo was right. I am just useless.
    “Hey, Mikey…”
    Michelangelo looked up to see the outline of Leonardo leaning against the farmhouse in the moonlight. He tensed and looked away. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.
    The leader took a step toward him and Mikey stumbled back. Leonardo stopped and sighed, turning his gaze to the ground.
“He doesn’t want to talk right now, Leo,” Donatello hissed, stepping in front of Mikey. “Haven’t you done enough?”
    “Please, let me speak to him.” Leonardo was quiet.
    Both turtles were quiet for a moment as Donnie gave him a hard stare. “Fine,” he growled. The tallest sibling stepped back but kept a wary eye on the eldest brother.
“Mikey, I’m sorry.”
    Michelangelo said nothing. He nibbled at his lip instead, an absentminded habit that left his lips bloodied and sore some days. He didn’t care though. He barely ever felt it.
    Leonardo sighed. “What I said back there, I didn’t mean it. I don’t know how I could be so horrible.” He turned his one-eyed gaze back to his little brother. “Michelangelo, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to say any of it. I never want to hurt you-” Here his voice faltered, and he had to regain his composure for a moment before continuing. “Can… Can you ever forgive me?”
    The youngest brother stopped biting his lip and stared at the ground for another few moments. Anger swelled in his chest before turning to icy regret, sinking back into his stomach. “No,” he rasped.
    Leonardo furrowed his brow and slumped. His face showed anger, and then sadness, and then confusion. “W-why not? I never meant any-”
    “Because everything you said is true.” Michelangelo turned his baby blue eyes up to his eldest brother’s single remaining cobalt eye. He held his gaze there for a moment longer before pushing past his brother and going inside.
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omar-199x-blog · 7 years
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first and last time ill post about myself (maybe)
* 1: name omar * 2: Age 19 * 3: Fears oblivion * 4: 3 things I love Food, Art, my girl * 5: turn ons my girl * 6: turn offs everyone else * 7: My best friend savannah then james 2nd just cause he knows me well * 8: Sexual orientation i am a male. penis and all. * 9: My best first date dont remember * 10: How tall am I 5'7 ish lol * 11: What do I miss the way holidays use to feel * 12: What time were I born an inconvenient one * 13: Favourite color lol black, red, grey * 14: Do I have a crush no i have a gf * 15: Favourite quote you get what you give * 16: Favourite place i hate crowds lol but i love the city especially during arts festivals * 17: Favourite food anything home made, steak and seafood are both at the top * 18: Do I use sarcasm when im using english * 19: What am I listening to right now Migos * 20: First thing I notice in new person how much they talk and what about * 21: Shoe size 10.5 US * 22: Eye color brown * 23: Hair color black * 24: Favourite style of clothing ummm... shit if its black, fits loose and is casual enough for hang outs but also stylish for dinner dates, you set * 25: Ever done a prank call? once and the cops came saying it wasnt funny * 27: Meaning behind my URL its my name and i was born in the 90's *shrug* * 28: Favourite movie i love all kinds of movie its hard to pick a favorite * 29: Favourite song gold steps / Neck Deep * 30: Favourite band BMTH/NeckDeep/Deftones * 31: How I feel right now annoyed as always * 32: Someone I love savannah marie * 33: My current relationship status almost a years worth of lovin * 34: My relationship with my parents all up in my life * 35: Favourite holiday christmas/thanksgiving * 36: Tattoos and piercing i have none and none but coming soon * 37: Tattoos and piercing i want a thigh piece that'll be across both a chest piece of the quote i put up there ears and nose but my girl dont like the idea of my nose * 38: The reason I joined Tumblr it was cool in 2013 * 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? lol kat is a bitch for leading me on into a relationship i thought she was actually gonna dedicate to * 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? texts and phone calls from my gf * 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? all the time * 42: When did I last hold hands? last time i saw savannah * 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? depends on where im headed to * 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? not in the past 19 years * 45: Where am I right now? on bluemound omw to work * 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? savannah we usual go out together * 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? loud unless we chillin and talkin * 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? about to be neither in like a week but my dad * 49: Am I excited for anything? moving out, tattoos, painting, cooking, working out * 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? savannah * 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? ehh if im mad u can tell * 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? told my grandparents bye while leaving for work * 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? id go crazy and probably kill both of them * 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? lol yeah cause he dont keep secrets well * 55: What is something I disliked about today? i didn't see sav * 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? André3000, Big Boy, Johnny Depp, Lenny Kravitz, and Post Malone lol ;Posty because he from round my city so we could vibe easily * 57: What do I think about most? life and how im failing or acing it * 58: What’s my strangest talent? it wouldnt be strange to me so idk * 59: Do I have any strange phobias? fuck caterpillars, fuck slugs, and snails whatever phobia that is * 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? haha both but im usually behind it * 61: What was the last lie I told? im not hungry * 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? otp cause idk what to do with my face on facetime * 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes theres greater and more advanced beings than us and also souls dude they can choose to stay or go so like duh * 64: Do I believe in magic? yeah * 65: Do I believe in luck? ya * 66: What’s the weather like right now? breezy i work outside so perfect * 67: What was the last book I’ve read? i start books and halfway start another * 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? FCUJ YES lol idk why its like dude i should be getting high of this smell but its not making me high wtf * 69: Do I have any nicknames? omii (oh-me) , catfish , choncho * 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? broke my arm, nose, and ankle * 71: Do I spend money or save it? both when needed * 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no * 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? what? no * 74: Favourite animal? red pandas * 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? at work * 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? sama * 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? hey ya / outkast * 78: How can you win my heart? being sav * 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? "See ya later losers" * 80: What is my favorite word? trudge * 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr um idk their specific url's but i follow a graffiti one, a music one, a painting one, and some others similar to these * 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? stop with all the hate man, if someone isn't harming you or effecting your life specifically let them be. let people do what they want to do and dont harm. thats it. * 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? did, he passed away. * 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? teleportation * 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? if im hungry because its a yes 100% of the time * 86: What is my current desktop picture? my uncle who passed away * 87: Had sex? ya * 88: Bought condoms? ya * 89: Gotten pregnant? not possible * 90: Failed a class? ya * 91: Kissed a boy? no * 92: Kissed a girl? ya * 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? ya * 94: Had job? ya * 95: Left the house without my wallet? yes * 96: Bullied someone on the internet? lol ya * 97: Had sex in public? no * 98: Played on a sports team? ya * 99: Smoked weed? ya * 100: Did drugs? ig * 101: Smoked cigarettes? yea * 102: Drank alcohol? yerp * 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? nah nah i love steak * 104: Been overweight? still am * 105: Been underweight? yea * 106: Been to a wedding? yes * 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? i guess maybe * 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? yea * 109: Been outside my home country? yes * 110: Gotten my heart broken? i suppose * 111: Been to a professional sports game? yes * 112: Broken a bone? a couple * 113: Cut myself? by accident * 114: Been to prom? yea * 115: Been in airplane? yes * 116: Fly by helicopter? nah * 117: What concerts have I been to? Kevin Gates, Big Sean, Jeremih, Carnage, RaeSremmurd, Post Malone, Russ, Future, J Cole * 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? hella nah * 119: Learned another language? spanish * 120: Wore make up? for theater * 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? yes * 122: Had oral sex? yes * 123: Dyed my hair? no * 124: Voted in a presidential election? no * 125: Rode in an ambulance? recently * 126: Had a surgery? yes * 127: Met someone famous? yes * 128: Stalked someone on a social network? no * 129: Peed outside? yes * 130: Been fishing? many times * 131: Helped with charity? yea * 132: Been rejected by a crush? dont think so * 133: Broken a mirror? no * 134: What do I want for birthday? an apartment * 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 4 - 2 boys first 1girl then another boy i only know my first sons name will be Aiden * 136: Was I named after anyone? no * 137: Do I like my handwriting? hell nah * 138: What was my favourite toy as a child? headphones * 139: Favourite Tv Show? shameless, Friends, family guy * 140: Where do I want to live when older? on my own * 141: Play any musical instrument? no * 142: One of my scars, how did I get it? forearm surgery 2 plates 11 screws * 143: Favourite pizza toping? pepperoni * 144: Am I afraid of the dark? sometimes * 145: Am I afraid of heights? no * 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? yes plenty * 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? eh life * 148: What I’m really bad at life * 149: What my greatest achievments are finding my gf * 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: idk * 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery get tf outta here and go be alone * 152: What do I like about myself theres only one me * 153: My closest Tumblr friend none * 154: Something I fantasise about eat food from around the world * 155: Any question you’d like how was my day? eh i woke up at 2pm and haven't had any food yet so im pretty grumpy
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