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romancingdaffodils · 7 months

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Love Kills.

part 1

bassist!rockstar!remus lupin x roadie!reader

In which one of your closest friends happens to be Sirius Black, who is also the drummer in the infamous punk band: The Marauders. You’ve met Remus Lupin twice before the tour begins and you found yourself quite enthralled with him. The more time you spend, the greater the need is.

warnings : mention of drinking, and that’s about it. gender neutral reader with a small understanding of drums and stuff :333

title stolen from Love Kills - Joe Strummer

hiii i know you missed me

i’d like to give a special thanks to @alegsy for all his help on this one. and if you like Alex turner go check out @joepublicspeakings :33. Seriously Al thank you much for helping me out with all the roadie tech stuff and ideas and punk music too it really means a lot and i love you sooooo much. thank u smsm

ps pls ignore that matt plays electric and not bass it’s not my fault i love him so much

Sirius Black was by far the most interesting man you've ever met. He was also the reason you were stood with your hands clasped tightly around the handles of two stuffed bags.

"C'mooon, you know me, it'll be fun! You like the music, know the tech, got the skills nailed. You're the perfect roadie, join us." Sirius begged, following you around the bar. You frowned at him. Unfortunately for the raven haired man, you liked your job, which meant it took a lot more convincing to get you onside.

"Sleeping in a glorified caravan for god knows how many days doesn't exactly seem like my idea of fun! Plus, Sirius, I only really know James. Met the other lanky one, what, twice? Don't know the last guys name! It's not fair." you argued, crossing your arms and glaring at him. You had included a small white lie in the fact Remus Lupin was not known as the lanky one in your mind - you were familiar with the version of him that haunted your daydreams. He pouted at you. Yes, the fully grown man pouted at you.

"It pays well-ish! It'll get you in with the industry and it's months with your favourite person, ever. Me! On top of that, it's not a glorified caravan, we invested this year so shut your trap." he whined, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

"Right, fine, maybe. I'll, consider it. And, never ever say 'shut your trap' again. You're a daft twat, you know that?" you caved. He grinned.

"So that's a yes! And I'll do you the favour of assuming you're just trying to keep me humble." he grinned once again. Mentally, you smashed your head through a glass pane. What had you gotten yourself into?

“Nice shirt.” a voice spoke from beside you, giving you a small smile. You smiled back. The lanky one - Remus Lupin, you reminded yourself. Not that you needed much reminding; the honey eyed man stuck firmly in your brain.

“Thanks, didn’t know you liked Bowie. Thought all the punk stuff would be more for you.” you joked, peering up at him. He scoffed, as though your statement was the most insane thing he’d heard.

“Can still like the ‘punk stuff’ and Bowie. Plus, he’s a genius. Done every style and more, like.” he replied, some sort of northern accent coming in thick and fast. He was different to Sirius in many ways and you took comfort in it. Even though, at times, Remus was a tad bit mean. But, not really to you. The three times (including now) you’d met him he’d been quite lovely. Sirius had chewed your ear off about that.

“It took me years to get a grin out of him! And you do it straight away? It’s so not fair!” he whined, leaning against the counter of the pub’s bar.

“You’ll recover, posho, promise.” you said, giggling to yourself at his heartbreak.

“Yeah, suppose you’re right. Nice to see you again, by the way. It’s been a while. ‘m excited for the tour and stuff.” you said, deciding that changing the subject might suit you better.

“Me too, can’t believe Sirius actually got you on as a roadie. Did he physically fight you for it? Last time we asked you were dead set against it.” he gestured for you to walk beside him as he spoke. He was holding his bags in one hand and his bass case in the other. He made short work of putting everything bar his bag of necessities into the storage bin. Then, quickly took your own off of you, shoving them into the storage of the bus. He didn’t seem to mind doing the heavy lifting for you.

“He harassed me, a lot. At work. A lot. It’s fine though, I think I’ll enjoy it if I’m honest. If all else fails at least I’ll get contacts and friends out of it, yeah?” Remus snickered. He smiled down at you as he closed up the storage compartment.

“I’ve been telling myself that for the past, what? Decade? Trust me, he entices you in, you’re trapped now. Failed plenty of times and don’t think I’ve gained much - apart from wanting to bash all three of their heads in. On multiple occasions.” you giggle; he smiles.

“Ah well, just promise me you won’t let me kill anyone then. I’ll do the same for you.” you said, holding out your pinky for him to close the promise. It was childlike and somewhat immature, sure, but it locked the deal closed. Wrapping his pinky around yours, Remus silently agreed to your proposition.

“It’s nice to meet you— Jesus Christ! You’re lanky. Sorry. That was mean. Remus, right?! I’m the one Sirius told you about.” you shouted over the blaring music. Submission by the Sex Pistols was causing the entire room to shake and was rocking you to your core.

“Yeah. I know you. Been trying to keep up with Pads, by chance?” Remus chuckled down at you, assuming you weren’t always this dishevelled.

“Always. Thought I could out drink him, you know, for a posh boy, the lad can drink.” he smiled.

“Perks of going to a boarding school. Mix with all sorts of people, it was good for him.” you smiled.

The night seemed to fly by and you couldn’t keep yourself away from Remus. Flocking to him like a moth to a flame, your cheeks were beginning to hurt from smiling so much. Thankfully, the incomprehensible amount of vodka you had consumed helped dull the pain.

“Can’t believe we haven’t met before.” you purred, peering up at him.

“Neither. Pads is cruel, keeps all his best friends to himself. Didn’t know there was anyone else on the planet who actively enjoyed The Clash and Dostoyevsky.” he responded, bringing a green tinted glass bottle to his lips.

“Let me try it.” you demanded, holding out your hand.

“You don’t like beer.” he said, giving you a small grin.

“Wanna try, it might be different.”

“Oh, yeah? All the beers you’ve had in your life and this one just might be different.” despite his teasing, he offered you the bottle. It did in fact not taste any different. It still tasted like piss.

“Nah, still rank.”

“Shame, that, really.”

You grinned. He smirked.

The tour bus was now filled. The four key members of the band: James, Sirius, Remus and Pete, who you’d finally remembered the name of and the rest of the members of your new team. Oh! And the support band, who you kept forgetting about, The Valkyries. Lovely girls, all of them. It tickled you somewhat that James and Lily were in rival bands. And, that some how they’d persuaded the rivals to support them. The roadies with you had mostly known the Marauders since school, which inevitably led to you feeling like an outcast. It really struck home as they were all discussing stories from their youth. The road was a relentless treadmill of travel and you were provided no solace. Until a small voice called your name.

“You busy?” Remus asked, poking his head into your bunk.

“Trying to be.” you joked, smiling over at him. He looked ridiculously oversized compared to the glorified caravan.

“Don’t think you aren’t welcome. They’re lovely. Sit up a bit, will you? My knees are killing I need to sit down.” you sat up, as he instructed. He sat on the bunk opposite yours, you faced him directly. It was a little scary- his ability to practically read your mind.

“I’m sure they are, just having second thoughts, as always. Dunno, you lot all went to school together. So, just a bit of an outcast, yanno?” you whispered, emphasising this was for Remus’s ears only. He nodded his head, and then began to shake it.

“Y’not an outcast. Promise. They’ll all love you once they get to know you. Like Pads does, poor fucker can’t leave you alone.” you laughed; he smiled. It wasn’t a sympathetic smile; it was genuine.

“I love Sirius too. Best friend you could ask for, really. It’s just such a shame he’s such a slag.” you joked. Remus laughed.

“Really is. How’ve you been since the incident?”

Remus’s hand was acting as a makeshift bobble as you threw up into the bar toilet. His other hand was rubbing small circles into your back.

“I hate him! I hate how much he can drink and- I hate this stupid bar.” you whined, in between sobs. Throwing up always made you cry.

“Shhh, yeah, I know. Come on, let it all out. Y’don’t need to cry, sweetheart, you’re fine. Just have to let it all out.” he cooed, still rubbing your back. God knows how you’d ended up exclusively talking to Remus the whole night and somehow still trying to out drink Sirius. You’d been fucked when the taller of the two showed up and now you were completely gone.

“This is so embarrassing. Sorry, I feel awful.” you threw up again after that.

“Got nothing to feel sorry about. Listen, been there done that with Sirius. Learnt my lesson the hard way too, plus I’m taller than you. Takes a lot more to get me drunk, yeah? He’s just insane. Don’t worry about it.” he comforted, not at all bothered by your sickness. Giving him a dopey smile, you were eternally grateful - even in your drunken state - that it was Remus you had befriended that night.

“Thank you, tell you what, I’ll do you a deal.” Remus nodded “Pinky promise if you ever get plastered I’ll do the same for you”. Holding out his pinky, Remus tilted his head at you. You locked pinkies with him for the first time (and most definitely not the last time).

“Good deal. Do you think we should get you home? Are you close? I’ll walk you if you are.” he offered, wrapping an arm around you to pull you up.

“Yeh, like ten minutes. Thank you, Remus, really. Bet you’re glad it’s me and not you, huh?” you joked, trying to add light to the situation. Leaning into him, you were relying solely on him to stay upright.

“Nah, know you’d do the same for me. Pinky promised it, didn’t you? And, it’s no problem. Think we’re going to be good friends.”

“Don’t bring that up around me. I’m still so embarrassed.” you complained, burying your head into your hands. Chuckling, Remus shook his head.

“Could’ve been worse, you could’ve declared your undying, unrelenting and pure love for Lily, whilst stood on top of the bar and using an empty vodka bottle as a microphone for the announcement. Poor Lils never recovered.” You lifted your head to give him the loudest laugh ever.

“They’re sooo cute. It’s upsetting.” you said, lying back down in your bunk. Remus watched your every move, subconsciously. “Oh, you said your knees were hurting. You get pains? Arthritis? My mum gets that in her knees, she just keeps moving, but I think it’s making it worse.” you rambled, turning your head to face him.

“Oh, yeah, just chronic pains, really. Just try and rest as often as possible.” he explained, stretching out his legs across the two bunks. His legs fell atop your own, now creating a bridge between the gap in the bunks. You smiled over at him.

“Must suck, huh? Well, let me know if I can help. Tour isn’t really resting.” you offered, giving him a big smile.

“Yeah, thank you, speaking of tour we aren’t far off Glasgow now.” he stated, peering out the window and then down at his watch.

“I’m ecstatic.” you stated sarcastically as your stomach twisted with nerves. Telling you not to worry, the sandy haired man gave you a smile that only made your stomach twist further.

The venue was a shit hole. A complete and utter shit hole. The ceiling had a badly patched up leak, which had almost destroyed Pete’s copy of the setlist. The reason Sirius had been so desperate to get you on his staff was because you specialised in drums - his instrument, of course. You’d managed to get everything set up relatively quickly. Carefully, you began to tighten the cymbals, listening for the correct pitch and length of the ring. Humming as you worked, you stopped every so often to admire the work of the rest of the team. Frank, who specialised in strings, was particularly impressive. He had finished up rather quickly and moved on to help his girlfriend, Alice, with getting everything ready for vocals. It seemed everyone here, but you had the perfect relationship. James and Lily were a lifetimes worth supply food for the green eyed monster. Frank and Alice were just as cute, but less well known as they weren’t in the limelight.

“All good?” he shouted over at you. You gave him a thumbs up and smiled over at Alice, who was fighting with some duct tape and a wire. Everything was all good for you, at the moment.

Finally, you finished up the final checks and placed a backup pair of sticks beside Sirius’s chair. It was then onto sound checks, all went well. You actually really quite liked the Marauders music. With inspiration from bands like The Clash and The Jam it’s hard to make a bad sound. He was weird in that he’d always carry around his sticks before the show, believing it would bring him good luck. In fact, in the first show you found out all the boys weird pre-show rituals. Pete laid down on the couch and threw chocolate raisins into his mouth. James clung onto Lily ever so slightly more than usual and insisted on drinking a shot of olive oil. As the lead singer he swore upon it for lubricating the vocal cords. You nearly gagged when you watched him do it. Whereas, Remus sat outside, cigarette in one hand and a cadburys chocolate bar in the other.

Trying to escape the rest of the boys, you ended up going outside and bumping into Remus during this. Quenching your thirst for normality, you couldn’t help your next actions. “Oh, sorry, hope I’m not interrupting.” you stated, giving him a small smile as you gravitated towards him.

“Nah, take it you saw James’s shot?” he said, before taking a long drag from the cigarette. Wincing, you looked at him with pure disgust in your eyes. “No I get it, can’t be around him when he does it either. Makes my jitters worse.”

“Christ, you don’t look nervous at all. Good poker face. Your sound check was really incredible though. James performs like Joe Strummer, it’s funny. You’re good, really fit the part of Paul, huh?” there was an unspoken message behind fitting the part of Paul. The bassist of the Clash and the so called good looking one of the group (as stated by their drummer, Topper). You thought the same about Remus.

“You calling us Clash tributes? Also, he humps less than Joe.” You laughed. Full force laughter left your lungs as you keeled over in genuine disbelief. Snickering, Remus looked down at you, a little scared you’d collapse on the floor and knock yourself out. You went to speak, but the words were drowned out in laughter. “That tickled you, dinnit?” he mumbled, dropping his cigarette and crushing it below his foot. The shout of ‘Five minutes till you’re on!’ snapped you out of your laughter. Grinning up at Remus, you tilted your head.

“Break a leg!”

“It’s not the theatre.”

“Oh, good luck.”

“Thank you.” he replied, smirking down at you. He pushed the final piece of his chocolate bar into your hand before walking inside for the ‘team talk’. Time seemed to move at the speed of light whenever the lanky man was around. You found yourself completely lost in everything about him. Seriously, you couldn’t believe how long Sirius had deprived you of this perfect man.

Frank had told you whilst you were setting up that the band always had a talk before going on stage. The talk often consisted of: “James don’t cry and don’t fuck up” from Sirius and Remus; “Dodge bottles, whatever you do don’t get hit please you’ll look stupid.” as the general message to the whole band and “Jump around”, which was mostly directed to Peter and Remus. Frank had also warned you about the dangers that came from within the crowd. Police. Famously, punk music was viewed as being quite aggressive; it ended up being the roadies job to make sure fighting and dancing could be differentiated. Sirius hadn’t told you about that part whilst advertising the job. However, now wasn’t the time to take offence.

Erupting like a volcano, the crowd filled the rotting venue with noise. You watched the boys sprint on stage. All leather and tight fitting trousers.

James really did look like Joe Strummer when he performed and Remus was right about his comparison too. Sirius looked truly ecstatic whenever he performed and the energy brought about by the show pulled Peter from his shell. And Remus, oh, Remus. He was entirely perfect.

Catching yourself, you blinked and shook your head. You’d met this man three times, including the current interactions and here you were, fawning over him. Sure, it’d get you in a little bit of trouble, but what harm is a crush. Right? Not much harm compared to glass bottles and punk rockers. Oh, and a leak in the ceiling with wires messily taped to the floor.

Bang.

#remus lupin x reader #band au #marauders era #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #marauders band au #remus lupin x y/n #please help #james & peter & remus & sirius

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regrettablewritings · 3 years

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Slapped By Legal (Matt Murdock x Reader)

@locke-writes S u f f e r

‘Twas four weeks before Christmas, in a Hell’s Kitchen home, where you sat in the kitchen, feeling downtrodden and boned. Your laptop was open, the window filled with tabs Of all the potential gifts you could feasibly nab. But this was three hours into searching and nary a perfect gift could be found As your brain began contemplating just burning the building to the ground —

Okay, maybe don’t do that. But you would’ve been lying if you’d claimed you weren’t tempted to at least fling your laptop out the window. Buying gifts for one’s boyfriend was usually a point if glee for most couples. You had coworkers who would gush about what they’d gotten their partners, eagerly asking you if you wanted to see it. Even without you courteously saying yes, they would shove their phone into your face, forcing you to not only pretend to be interested, but also to remember that the clock was ticking — and you still didn’t have anything for your own partner.

At face value, Matt would presumably be a relatively easy man to but for. He lived well within his means, both to regard his disability but also because he was just simply a humble person. Most people like that would’ve been satisfied with, like, a bottle of wine.

But not your Matt: Your Matt was Matthew Michael Murdock, a man both blessed and cursed with sensitivities that made his tastes particular — literally. You had to sit on the side of caution when it came to nearly everything: Certain materials felt scratchy on his skin; certain foods and drinks tasted like every step of the factory that had contributed to their production; cologne bothered his nose; and he didn’t much listen to music anyway, so a radio or stereo would’ve been mostly pointless.

You released a loud, aggravated groan as you flopped in your seat. You were pretty positive that no matter where Matt was at this point in time, he probably heard you. Even if it was from Queens.

Fuck this, you thought as you grumpily scrolled further along your current tab. That bastard is getting a gift card. Or a wine-stopper. Or —

And that’s when you saw it. In an instant, your posture turned upright alongside your sense of hope.

— Or that!

Everything about it was perfect: The price, the content, the opportunity -- you simply had to have Matt have it!

Christmas tended to be a rather small affair for the Nelson & Murdock crew. With nobody having any real family to speak of (or, at the very least, any family worth visiting), the four of you were more than happy to make do with your own little traditions: Ordering Thai from down the street, drinking yourselves silly without the guilt, and just plain enjoying one another’s company. Oh, and opening presents together, of course.

And the entire while Foggy and Karen expressed excitement over their gifts, you sat there with a slight hint of smugness just barely nestled inside of you. When they gave Matt his own gift, you couldn’t help but feel some relief: A mug and a paperweight in the shape of an apple. Sure signs that even after all this time, they, too, struggled with what the hell to give the guy who generally wants for nothing.

You didn’t want to silently toot your own horn, but you already knew you had them beat. Hence why you saved the best for last. And although you weren’t quite certain as to how his innate lie detection worked, you couldn’t help but suspect that he was on to you. It was subtle, but it was like it was hidden in the crook of his brow every time he happened to face your direction. Not that he said anything, of course. He wasn’t new to your breed of mischief, after all.

Two could play at this game. All he needed to do was wait patiently until your dramatic self became too overwhelmed with eagerness to bear it.

The gusto with which you presented the parcel was met with further brow-cocking on Matt’s part.

“Matthew,” you spoke, enforcing an exaggeratory accent befitting of an American’s idea of a British butler, “your Yuletide endowment.”

Matt huffed with amusement. “‘Endowment’? What, are we living fancy now?” You made no response, perfectly content to simply watch him rip apart the colorful paper with anticipation. To be perfectly honest, Matt wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from you. Normally, he could tell what something was at a distance. But once boxes and further packaging got involved whatever his senses reported back to him got all fuzzy and muddled.

But surely whatever you’d gotten was something you were proud of. After all, he’d spent the entire gift-unwrapping listening to the small, telltale signs of your excitement.

“It’s a . . .” He lifted it from the ruins of tissue paper. “. . . T-shirt?”

“Uh-huuhhh!” you chriped. He could hear you practically vibrating. Matt wasn’t averse to t-shirts. But he had to admit, it was a bit of a strange thing for you to get so excited about. Though, feeling about the cotton, he could sense some roughness. Ink. Was there a design on this? Was it a graphic t-shirt?

“Put it on, put it on!” you cheered. He did so, not able to think of a reason why he shouldn’t. Besides, well, the fact that he knew you were being highly suspicious. The brief moment it took for him to pop his head through the neck hole, he could hear rustling coming from your part of the little circle. He also heard Foggy snort before weakly attempting to stifle his obvious laugh. He heard Karen’s breath hitch as well, though not in any way that denoted discomfort. In fact, he heard heartbeats quicken and lungs practically spasming.

What the hell had you done.

“Okay, I give up, what does it say?” Matt demanded.

“Nothing!” Foggy squeaked.

Matt’s lips pressed into a thing, unimpressed line. “Yeah, that’s bullshit. I don’t even need to hear for a lie, what is it? What does it say?”

“It, um,” Karen offered fruitlessly, “It says ‘World’s Best Boyfriend’, that’s all.”

“Seriously?” Matt sighed, though not without cracking a hint of a smile. “You’re going to lie to a blind guy? And to me of all blind guys?” He heard you shuffling towards him, walking on your knees.

“Don’t worry about it, Babe,” you insisted, pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. In the moment you leaned towards him, he could smell a new smell on you: It wasn’t unlike the one that belonged to his brand-new shirt.

But before he could demand the truth any further, Foggy cut in with a giggle-wobbled, “Time for Christmas photos! Say cheese, Lovebirds!”

Matt could only give in; there was no point in trying to wedge the truth out of any of you. All he knew was that he knew you three were lying about . . . something.

Ah, well, he decided as he heard the click of Foggy’s camera phone going off. Perhaps there was a way to get the truth out of you . . .

It didn’t work. In spite of his best efforts (and damn, were they his best), he couldn’t get it out of you. However, that wasn’t to say that he didn’t get anything he wanted out of you. And as he began to fall prey to his exhaustion, the events of the day finally catching up to him, he snuggled his naked form loser to yours. Perhaps the truth would have to wait for another day . . .

For your part, you were proud of yourself. Admittedly, part of the pride’s source came from the fact that you were able to hold your ground in the end (Matt was just too giving of a lover to be good at torturing you). But for the most part, it came from the fact that you were able to execute your plan as you intended it. In a way, it was also like a little bit of revenge: Revenge on Matt for being one of the absolute worst people to shop for. And for that, maybe you’d hold on to your not-so-secret secret. Just for a little while longer . . .

But first, one last relishing in your success before you succumbed to sleep.

You carefully and slowly made your way to your side of the bed. Not enough to properly wake up your sleeping boyfriend, but just so that you could reach your phone from its resting place on the nightstand. Once acquired, you pressed the home button and set your sights aglow with the image you had last had your phone on before your and Matt’s little session.

It was the picture Foggy had taken earlier of you and Matt, dressed in the matching T-shirts you had acquired for yourselves. You grinned cheekily at the camera, making sure that the bubbly white writing on the black fabric was perfectly legible: “My Ass Got Slapped By Legal.”

And next to you was Matt, a smile planted on his handsome face but altogether tainted with confusion and growing insanity over what the hell you had him wearing -- an equally black t-shirt with equally bubbly white writing: “I Am Legal.”

Oh, yeah, you decided as you smiled to yourself. This was going on the Christmas cards next year.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagines #matt murdock imagines #MURRY CRINGUS #i am dumb ignore me #i've had this idea in my head a pathetic amount of time

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midnightsnyx · 4 years

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Consequences - Matthew Tkachuk: part 8

summary: you absolutely hate Matthew Tkachuk so it’s just your luck when you wind up pregnant with his child.

here is it! the last part! please let me know if its too corny lol. epilogue will be posted either this week or next.

couples notes: 1. i don’t know anything about childbirth aside from what google taught me so i apologize for any wrong info! 2. i’m sorry this story was pretty short lol ya girl is doing the best i can😅 3. i wanna throw a couple quick thanks now and then the rest when i post the epilogue.

first of all i wanna send a thank you to @hannahmb who let me bounce ideas off her, gave me feedback, listened to me complain about not knowing where to go with the chapters and also, helped name baby tkachuk! so thank you hannah! you rock 🖤

i wanna thank @notanotherhockeyblog95 for also listening to me whine about not knowing what to write 😂 also, for giving me loads of encouragement and letting me throw ideas at her! you’re the best!!🖤

anyways here’s part 8! i hope you guys like it and thanks again for reading<3

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none

Part 8

41 weeks

“Matty. Wake up.” You whisper, shaking his shoulder in attempt to wake him. He doesn’t budge so you pull the blankets off him in hopes that it might work but again, he doesn’t move. It’s quite disappointing considering you’re now five days past your due date and if you were in labor, he won’t wake. Luckily, Chantal is sleeping just down the hall. After many conversations, you and Matthew agreed that it was probably a good idea to have her stay with the two of you in case you were to go in labor while Matt was playing a game. Yes, you had friends around but it comforted you much more having Chantal here because she’s went through this before.

With one last look at Matt, you roll out of bed and waddle like a duck, because that’s what you looked like according to Matt and Brady, to the kitchen. You were trying to wake Matt up because you felt like a snack but you didn’t feel like getting out of bed.

You’re digging through the freezer for some ice-cream you’re sure Brady had bought when he last visited when you feel the first cramp. It’s a little uncomfortable but you’ve been having some braxton hicks contractions on and off over the past few weeks, some feeling real enough that you went to the hospital only to be sent home which was very embarrassing even though Chantal told you it happens all the time. It wasn’t exactly the fact that you got sent home that you felt embarrassed about, but that Matthew left practice because he thought you were in labor. You just thanked your lucky stars that it wasn’t while he was in the middle of a game because it would’ve been ten times worse.

So you brush it off, cheering silently when you find the tub of chocolate ice-cream, idly wondering if it’s weird to eat it in bed at three o’clock in the morning. You decide it’s not, walking back to the bedroom and crawling in bed. You sit up against the headboard and grab the PS4 controller so you can put Netflix on since you know you won’t be falling asleep any time soon.

Matt rolls over and throws and arm over your legs and nuzzling his face in your side halfway through an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. It’s gives your belly a weird feeling again, not pain this time but something else. Something a little unsettling because you haven’t felt this particular feeling in quite some time.

You’re pretty sure you’re in love with Matt which makes you equally frightened as it does happy. You’ve realized that your hatred for him stemmed from that one night when he did something to make you angry when your breakup with your ex was so fresh and you were emotionally vulnerable.

Just like Johnny had told Matt good things about you, he’s mentioned things about Matt to you, obviously in hopes that the two of you would hit it off. It gave you a little hope that despite what you had heard from some of the girls, he wasn’t that bad of a guy which you know is true now.

Your only problem now is that you have no idea how strong his feelings are for you. Part of you is afraid that what he does feel is only from seeing you carrying his child. You know what he told you at the baby shower, that he liked you since you met but you still can’t shake the feeling that maybe what he feels for you might just be temporary.

That one day he’s going to wake up and decide that he doesn’t want you the way he does now and it breaks your heart thinking about it.

“You’re crying.” Matt mumbles and you look down to see him now wide awake. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t realize that you were crying and you can’t wait for the day when everything doesn’t make you cry like a baby.

“I’m fine.” You say, swiping the tears away. “It’s the show.” This is a lie because you haven’t been paying attention to the show for about five minutes.

He looks at the TV and then looks back at you with an eyebrow raised. “It’s a sex scene. Something you been wanting to tell me?”

He has a tiny smirk on his face and it’s temping, it really is, but you shake your head and try to come up with some other excuse.

“My ice-cream melted.”

“Do you want more?” He frowns, sitting up and it drives you insane sometimes, how willing he is to do anything for you at any given time.

“No, I just -” you sigh, putting the tub on the night table. “I’m tired.”

You know it’s a lie and so does he but he doesn’t push like he normally would. You let him tug you down so you’re laying on your side and he’s wrapped around you, hand resting on your belly and face tucked in your neck.

“What about Jasper?” He whispers and you smile.

“I like it.” You tell him and he nods.

“We’ll put it on the list.”

. . .

It’s later that evening and you’ve been having what you’re telling yourself are braxton hicks contractions all day. You refuse to go back to the hospital already because you know you’ll just get sent home again. Besides, Matty has a game tonight and you’re determined to go because it’s the last game of the season. The Flames won’t make the playoff’s this year and you know Matt is upset about it but he said that what’s more important is that he’ll be here for when and after the baby is born.

His words made you fall in love with him a little more.

You and Chantal arrived at the arena early enough that you can go down to see Matt while she finds your seats. You text him when you’re outside the locker doors and he looks happy when he walks out to see you. You can see the hint of disappointment that tonight is the last game until next season but he smiles at you anyway.

“How’s Jasper?” He asks, resting a hand on your stomach.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that name.” You tease and he shrugs.

“Jasper Tkachuk. Has a nice ring to it.” He says, giving you a soft smile. He looks like he wants to say something else but somebody yells his name and you know he has to go.

He smiles apologetically. “I’ll come find you after the game.”

You nod, letting him kiss you before heading back to the locker room. You find your way to Chantal in the stands, trying to ignore the way the braxton hicks contractions won’t go away. There’s a small part of you that knows you shouldn’t be brushing them off but now really isn’t the time for you to go into labor.

You can’t hide the winces from Chantal though because halfway through the first period, she frowns.

“How long have you been having them?”

You wince when another one washes through you. It’s much closer to the last one.

“Since this morning?”

“Y/N.” She scolds gently but firmly.

“It’s his last game! I don’t want to miss it.”

“Honey, you’re in labor.”

When those words leave Chantal’s mouth, it feels like somebody smacked you because it’s suddenly so real.

“C’mon. Let’s get to the hospital.” She says, helping you out of your seat.

“Matt-”

“We’ll get a message to him.” she assures you. “he won’t miss it.”

. . .

As you watch the game from your hospital bed, Chantal paces around the room on her phone trying to talk to someone who can get a message to Matt.

Your water broke shortly after you and Chantal arrived at the hospital and you know how quickly things can progress so you’re terrified that he won’t make it in time. You know that it’s something that the two of you had talked about early on, in the case that he was on a road trip and wouldn’t be here but knowing that he is here but you can’t get a hold of him, is hard.

“I know it’s an unusual situation.” Chantal snaps. “Figure it out.”

When she ends the call, she sighs and presses a hand to her forehead. You know how stressed she is about the situation but when she turns to you, there’s a gentle smile on her face.

“He’ll be here.”

You admire her attempt at trying to reassure you but you know that you need to get yourself in a good mindset to be okay if he’s not here.

“Did you call Becca?” You ask, hoping for at least some good news.

“Yes, she’s on her way.”

A little bit of good news. Finally.

You start to ask if she’s called anyone else but a nurse comes in the room to check you. When she tells you it shouldn’t be much longer, your heart sinks, realizing that Matt’s probably not going to make it here in time.

“I just got word that Matthew Tkachuk will be out for the rest of the game.” you hear Elliotte Friedman say and your head snaps up. You forgot that the TV was still on and it’s now intermission. “I didn’t see him get injured during the game, Chris. Did you?”

“No, and he didn’t take any major penalties. Maybe we missed something.”

Your heart leaps when you realize that he’s probably left the game because someone got the message through to him and you’re proven right when your phone buzzes and his name appears on the screen.

“Matty.”

“Hey, baby.” he says in a rushed voice. “I’m on my way to the hospital, okay?”

“Yeah?” You sniffle, knowing you’re going to cry.

“Yeah.” He promises. “Fifteen minutes, okay?”

He stays on the phone with you until he reaches the hospital and even until he reaches your room.

He takes Chantal’s place on the chair next to your bed as soon as he walks in.

“Ready?” He asks, taking one of your hands in his and pressing his lips to it.

“Not really.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood because you’re scared out of your mind. Your entire life is about to change but when you look at Matt sitting next to you, eyes kind and warm and with the smile on his face, you know you can do just about anything with him by your side.

. . .

“I guess we need to pick a name now, huh?” Matt whispers, cradling the baby in his arms. He was natural from the moment he held him and it was like your heart exploded. If you thought you loved Matt before, you know that you love him now.

“What about Henry?” You ask, watching him walk around, bouncing the baby gently.

His mouth turns up in a tiny smile. “I love it.” Then he looks up at you and tilts his head a little as if he’s coming to a realization.

“What?”

He shrugs, looking back down at Henry before walking over and sitting on the bed next to you. He lets you take the baby out of his arms so you can nurse him.

“I just realized something.”

“And what’s that?” You ask, raising an eyebrow when he smiles.

“I love you.” He says easily and when your eyes start watering, he just laughs gently. “I love you so much it’s crazy.”

“Really?” You ask and he nods.

“Really.” He grins and you can’t help but laugh when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and waves it in the air.

“Now, shall we make this Instagram official?” He asks and you roll your eyes fondly.

“You’re such a dork.”

“But you love me.” He says and you smile, pulling him close enough so that you can kiss him.

“I really do.”

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cherrybracelets · 4 years

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Heat Waves

weed dealer!mgg x reader

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word count: 5.5k | warnings: 18+ content! drugs and alcohol mentions and usage. no smut but partying!

summary: your brother has a new roommate, and fuck, you might be in love with him?

song inspo : heat waves - glass animals

an: this gif is how i imagine him in this fic like w glasses but way less nerdy ahahha ok well whatever idk if im gonna continue this or just leave it as is lmk what yall think ok byeee

You stumbled up the steps of the subway, the heavy cardboard box you were holding slipping out of your hands as you made your way above ground. You tried to adjust your grip on it and almost fell backwards, shaking your head in frustration. The box was filled with all the random shit your brother had left at your place over the past few months as he was trying to find a place to live, sleeping on different couches of random friends. It was almost all useless stuff, which made the fact that you had to hand deliver it all to him even more frustrating.

You walked tirelessly down the street, gripping harshly on to the box. You pushed your way through people, not caring at all that you probably looked insane as you yelled for people to move so you could just get there and fucking put this box down. You finally came upon the building, sighing with relief as you set the box on the steps and rang the buzzer.

“I’m here,” you groaned into the speaker, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

“Hello!” A cheery voice responded over the intercom. A voice that was definitely not your brothers. “Who exactly is here?”

“Oh, sorry- I might have the wrong apartment. Is this 4B?”

“Yeah! You must be Danny’s sister. Come on up.” The door buzzed loudly as it unlocked, and you grabbed onto the handle quickly, lugging in the box behind you. You were extremely grateful when you saw the elevator, quietly thanking the universe that you didn’t have to walk up four flights of stairs with this thousand pound box.

You took the elevator up to the fourth floor, your body exhausted as you leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes, hoping that maybe a five second nap could give you your energy back. But unfortunately, the elevator stopped and opened its doors, urging you to once again pick up the box and be on your way. You dropped your head to the floor and sighed, using the last of your energy to pick up the box and walk down the long hallway to apartment 4B.

Thankfully the apartment wasn’t too far from the elevator, and you only had a short walk until you came upon the door of his new place. You noticed a welcome mat on the floor that read ‘Bachelor Pad’, and you rolled your eyes at the pure douchiness of the thing. God, your brother was a prick. But, nevertheless, you loved him, he was family. Despite being one of the most annoying people you’d ever met.

You knocked slowly on the door, excited to throw the box into someone else’s arms and run home. It was your day off from work, and all you wanted was to throw on some sweats, eat frozen mac and cheese and watch Jeopardy until you fell asleep on the couch. The perfect day.

The door swung open, and the man who was definitely not your brother stood on the other side, a large smile plastered across his picture perfect face. His messy curls hung across his face, and he pushed them away before reaching out to you to grab the box.

“Let me get that for you,” he said quietly, literally lifting the weight off your shoulders as he grabbed it effortlessly. The muscles in his arms protruded as he set the box down on an old dining table they had set up in the kitchen, a cluster of mismatched chairs along with it.

“Thanks,” you said back, your eyes still trailing over his body, watching him closely. “Is, uh, is my brother here?” You stuttered to get your words out, your eyes still locked on the model-like man in front of you.

“No, he just ran out actually. Went to pick up a couch or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. He told me he would be here!” You shook your head in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest, which pushed out your cleavage slightly. You caught the man glancing at your breasts, and felt your heart start beating a bit faster. He wasn’t even trying to the fact that he was staring at you. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. He really was supposed to be here to get this.”

“It’s not a problem at all. He told me you’d be stopping by. I’m Matt, by the way. I’m sure he’s told you about me.” He stuck out his hand, and you reached back and grabbed it. His hands were soft, but the tips of his fingers stained black, the familiar site of a smoker. The air hung the smell of stale pot smoke, so it was pretty easy to put together that he was a heavy weed guy.

“I’m (Y/N). And, uh, no, actually. He hasn’t told me, like anything about you. Just that he knows you from work and you’re a ‘pretty decent guy’,” you laughed, letting go of his hand but desperately wanting to hold on to it forever. You didn’t really understand why, but something about his touch was so comforting, it made you feel like coming home after a long day.

“Uh, I was just about to smoke a bowl actually, if you’d like to join. Your brother told me you smoke,” Matt said, motioning to the coffee table covered in various paraphernalia.

“I don’t make a habit of smoking with strangers,” you responded sharply, realizing immediately how bitchy you must’ve sounded and wishing you could take it back. You scrunched your face a bit, cringing as you replayed the sentence over and over in your head.

“But I’m not a stranger! I’m Matt! Besides, this is fantastic stuff- I just got it from my guy the other day, knocks your socks off,” he giggled, his eyes wide as he wanted to desperately for you to say yes.

“Well, I guess I really can’t say no to free weed,” you shrugged, following him over to the old couch they had set up in their under furnished living room. It was exactly how you pictured your brothers apartment to look- disappointing and not at all coordinated.

“Sorry about the place, we’re trying to make it look nice but we’re not exactly interior decorators.” He shook his head as he looked around the room, before picking up his freshly packed bowl and lighting it.

“Yeah, it looks pretty frat-housey in here. I would expect more from you, but not from my brother,” you giggled, taking the glass pipe from Matt’s hands and enjoying it yourself.

“Why me?”

“Well... I don’t know...” you stuttered, shaking your head and trying to pull together a sentence. “You just seem to have... more style, I guess. Seem more put together.”

“I appreciate that. I do try extremely hard to not look like a douche.” He smiled kindly at you, his eyes shining with the reflection of the lighter as the two of you continued to share the bowl.

You made small talk for a bit, feeling the calm of the marijuana taking over your body. The old couch suddenly became much more comfortable as you sunk back into it, staring at the patterns on the ceiling. Matt was talking quietly behind you, trying to tell some story about him and your brother; but you were only half listening, losing yourself in your own thoughts of him. Thinking about the softness of his lips as he inhaled and exhaled, watching his hands flex tireless to work the lighter, noticing how his body seemed to relax more and more with each hit.

He tilted his head towards you, flicking the lighter with his thumb and escaping in the flame. He had lost himself in it, a comfortable silence coming down over the room. You watched the flame, too, trying to see whatever beauty he saw in it- but you weren’t feeling anything, and getting pretty antsy. You turned away from him, staring into the kitchen and hoping to see something edible from this distance. You weren’t sure what kind of food two men like this would bring into their home, but you were sure it was nothing good. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of something to eat, and you fell back into the couch with a groan.

“You okay?” Matt whispered, turning his face towards you and staring at your eyes.

“Mhmm,” you responded, not having the energy to respond at the moment.

“You are extremely beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes exploring your face, finding themselves locked on your lips no matter how hard he tried to look away.

“What?” You snickered, replaying the words in your head, feeling your heart pounding out of your chest.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be weird. It’s just shocking to me how beautiful you are. Like a piece of art; I can’t take my eyes away.”

“You’re joking.” You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his arm playfully, trying to hide the obvious delight in your face.

“Why do you think I’m joking?”

“I just don’t hear that very often.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” He frowned, looking down at his hands and playing with his over bitten nails.

“Sorry, I mean, I appreciate it of course. Fuck, sorry, I get so awkward when I’m high. Not very good at holding conversations.”

“Well, now that we’re friends I’ll make sure to remind you how beautiful you are as often as I can.” Matt placed his hand on yours lightly, at first only as a friendly touch, but feeling a comfort in the embrace. His thumb moved slowly, the small movement between your flesh overwhelming you with desire. Your eyes were locked on his, an intoxicating silence overcoming the room. You opened your mouth to speak, not sure exactly what to say, but the sound of the door unlocking breaking you from your daze. You pulled your hand away from his quickly and jumped off the couch, watching as the door opened and your brother walked in.

“Heyo!” Danny, your brother yelled, greeting the two of you with a large smile. “I see you’ve met my sister!”

“Yes, uh, yeah. We were just chatting,” Matt said defensively, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

“I was just waiting for you to get back. That’s all.” You responded, nodding your head quickly.

“How sweet! Just in time to help me get the new couch up!”

“Absolutely not. I brought your box, that's all the free labor you are getting out of me.” You laughed awkwardly, looking back at Matt, who was still avoiding you.

“Alright, whatever, but don’t ever ask me for anything ever again.” Danny rolled his eyes, throwing his phone down on the counter and grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night for my party?” You asked, heading towards the door.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot. Is it cool if I bring Matt?”

You looked at Matt, who finally looked back at you, and you nodded slowly.

“Of course. I’ll see you guys then.” You smiled at the two of them, gave a small wave and left, closing the door loudly behind you. Fuck. What the fuck was that? Was he flirting with you? Or was he just high? You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall, trying to compose yourself before heading home.

***************

There was nothing that stressed you out more than when your roommate threw her chaotic ‘get togethers’ every other Friday at your place. It was always an exhausting mess, and now you had to think about Matt coming along as well. You hadn’t stopped thinking about your weird intimate moment together, and the thought of seeing him again made your stomach do backflips.

There was something about him that made you feel so comfortable, so at home. But he’s friends with your brother... he has to be a scumbag. Right? And what kind of guy just walks around telling random girls they’re beautiful. He was definitely just trying to sleep with you. Which of course you wanted to sleep with him too, obviously. But he was the kind of guy that you could find yourself falling for, and getting hurt, badly. He was the kind of guy that would break your heart. You could tell. And you could not let him in, no matter how much you wanted to.

Tonight has to be all about ignoring him. You cannot let him be alone with you, because the moment he’s alone with you and starts calling you beautiful again with his pretty face and intoxicating voice and touching your hand... you were playing a dangerous game. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to push the thoughts of him out of your head when you were interrupted.

“What are you doing? I told you to get the cups set out like 20 minutes ago!” Your roommate rolled her eyes, pushing you to the side and laying out the cups herself.

“Sorry, Callie. Just a bit distracted today.”

“I can tell. What’s going on with you? You were weird all night last night.”

“Just tired I guess. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go set the drinks out.” You walked away quickly, hoping she would be too focused on her party planning to ask any more questions. Whenever you told her about a new guy, she was stupidly optimistic. And you really didn’t need her telling you to go for it when your brain was giving you the exact opposite advice. She just shrugged, turned around and went back to mindlessly setting up. You felt relief wash over you as she looked away, and you could once again get lost in your own thoughts and anxieties.

You mindlessly laid cups and other dumb decorations out, Matt’s face continuously crossing your mind. You found yourself smiling every time you played his words over in your head. His voice like silk as it wrapped around your body, warmth flowing through you as his lips whispered ‘You are extremely beautiful’ over and over again. You felt your heart racing, and you took a deep breath as you were brought back into reality by the vibration of your phone in your pocket.

You grabbed it, only to see you had multiple missed calls from your brother. ‘Fuck’, you thought. He knew, he somehow knew about your little flirt session with Matt. You shook your head in distress, preparing for the oncoming conversation as you reluctantly pressed the answer button and brought the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut to bear the impending rage from your brother.

“Jesus, I've called you like 18 times? What’s your deal?” He laughed, his voice full of his normal light and cheery tone. You took a sigh of relief after you realized he didn’t know a thing.

“Sorry, uh, helping Callie set everything up. Must’ve put my phone down and forgot it somewhere.”

“Well I need to know what liquor and illegal substances you’d like me to bring tonight- I’ve only got like an hour!” He said urgently.

“Uh, honestly whatever you want. We’ve got a few bottles here but nothing you’d like, probably.”

“You sound distracted, you all good?” You could head the concern in his voice, and you rolled your eyes aggressively.

“Everyone keeps asking me that today and it’s pretty annoying. I’m just trying to set up a party I don’t really want to be involved in and everyone keeps bothering me!”

“Jesus, grumpy pants. Looks like someone needs a nap... or a blunt.” Danny laughed quietly, and you bit your tongue to stop yourself from yelling at him again.

“Sorry. On edge today. Don’t want to talk about it.”

“No worries. I’ll see you later, okay? Try and cheer up a bit by then, I’d like to make a good impression on Matt.” Danny hung up quickly after that, and the word ‘Matt” kept ringing in your head over and over like a church bell. You put your phone down on the table and looked up at Callie, who was adjusting your work on the cups table.

“I need a drink,” you groaned.

“A little pregame shot, I love it!” She squealed, prancing over to the bottles and pouring shots for the two of you. You downed yours quickly, letting the liquor burn through your insides. You were hoping, after enough of it, it would burn through any thoughts you had of him.

After another shot, the next hour before the guests arrived flew by. Callie put on some music and you danced your worries away, deciding which outfit to wear by rampaging through your closet. You kept fighting the urge to look as sexy as possible, one half of you wanting Matt’s jaw to drop as soon as he saw you, and the other half wanting him to ignore you all night. You couldn’t resist the temptation, though, and chose an extremely well fitting and low cut dress that accentuated all of your best features perfectly.

“God, you are literally the perfect specimen,” Callie giggled as you walked out of your room to show off. “Who the fuck are you trying to impress?”

“No one!” You responded, raising your eyes at her. “Can’t I just look good for myself?”

“Not that good. That is for someone. I know you.” You were saved by the ringing of your doorbell, and you smiled, relieved.

“Whatever you say. Go welcome your guests,” you motioned to the door. Callie just rolled her eyes and walked gleefully over to the entryway to welcome your first partygoers.

A few more groups of people rolled in, and you paid no attention as you were too busy making yourself another strong drink. You poured sloppily into the cup, giggling as splashes of soda and vodka spilled down the sides of your cup.

“You better watch out there, pretty girl. Making quite a mess.”

You turned around quickly, Matt’s voice making you jump in surprise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled brightly, his perfect face begging to be touched, adored, kissed. You looked at every part of him, every beautiful part of him, stuttering to get words out.

“No... you’re... it’s okay. Sorry.” You put the bottle back down on the table and picked up your cup, taking a large swig, and nearly gagging on the taste of the strong liquor.

“Can I get in there and make a drink?” His eyes travelled up and down your body, his lips slightly pursing at the sight of you. You felt your heart pounding through your chest and he eyed you. His eyes finally locked on yours, his gaze paralyzing, your body refusing to move.

“Of course. We have lots of options. Anything you want,” you managed to squeak out, still unable to draw yourself away from his gaze. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and he smiled slightly, reaching his hand out to grab a bottle. For a split second you thought he was reaching out to touch you, and when you thought about the feeling of his skin on yours, you felt yourself melt. Desire and craving washed over your body in a wave that you couldn’t push away even if you tried.

“Thank you. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” He finally looked away, and began walking back towards the small group of people who had gathered in your living room, including Callie and your brother. You felt relief as you were able to breath again, your body relaxing as he got farther and farther away. You waited a few moments before following him to join the rest of your friends.

“Ah, there you are, my sister!” Danny yelled, wrapping you in his arms so abruptly that you almost spilled your drink everywhere.

“Hey bud!” You hugged him back, grateful to have someone here to take your mind off of Matt.

“We were just about to play a fun little ice breaker game, since Matt is new to the group and all,” Danny motioned to Matt, who smiled and waved awkwardly as everyone stared at him.

“An ice breaker, really? What is this, college orientation?” You joked, taking another swig of your intensely strong drink.

“Shut up. Don’t be such an ass.” Danny rolled his eyes and pointed to an empty seat, and you realized it wasn’t worth fighting him. He loved to play stupid little games like this, that everyone else dreaded. But you have to admit, everyone always ended up having fun at the end of the day.

“What’s the game, Danny boy?” Callie cooed, getting comfy on the couch between a few of your other friends. She always had the biggest crush on him, although you forbid her from ever getting near him. It wasn’t her, you loved her and would love it even more if she was your sister. But he was such a dick, you knew he would break her heart, and you would not stand for that.

“Easy, everyone shares one surprising fact about themselves.”

“Oh god, I don’t think I have any,” someone moaned, and Danny just laughed.

“No worries, plenty of time to think. I can start. Uh.... I slept with my professors wife in college as revenge for him giving me a C- on my final.” Danny smiled proudly and took a long swig of beer. The group around you just groaned in disgust and laughed, but you knew the story. That wasn’t the entirety of it at all, in fact, Danny had fallen desperately in love with this woman and she crushed his heart by choosing her husband over him. But he would never tell all of that, because that doesn’t sound cool. Apparently you weren’t the only one who knew the truth, though, because Matt instinctively turned to you and looked at you in a way that read, ‘This guy is so full of shit.’ Apparently Matt and your brother were closer than you though, if he told him his biggest secret.

“Hmm, Matt, I think you should be next. Only fair since you’re the new guy.” Danny turned to Matt with an excited face, like a little kid on christmas.

“Oh man, alright. Well, I guess one thing that people have a hard time believing about me is that I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight. All of that bullshit. I’m a sucker for it.” Matt looked right at you as the words spilled out of his mouth, not even trying to hide the obviousness of what he was trying to say. You tried your best to look away from him, but you couldn’t pretend his words weren’t entrapping you.

“That’s super corny, bro,” Danny laughed, pushing Matt slightly. He just shrugged, and took a sip of vodka straight from the bottle. Danny bothered a few more people about their secrets, and you listened intently to stories about shoplifting and coke addictions, trying to avoid his obvious gaze. You knew he was staring at you, his eyes burning holes in your body as the liquor started to flow through him. He wanted you, he craved you, in a way he had never experienced before.

Love at first sight had always been a myth to you; something in books and movies. Fiction. Until you heard the words slip from his mouth. Love at first sight, soul mates. It was all impossible. But why couldn’t you stop thinking of him. Why did his state send shivers through your body? Why did it feel like you had been waiting for him your entire life, even though you just met?

“(Y/N)! It’s your turn!” You heard Danny yell, bringing you out of your thoughts once again.

“Uh... what’s going on again?” You murmured, the alcohol overcoming your brain as you tried to remember the dumb activity you were being forced to participate in.

“Alright, you might need to slow down on the drinks girl.” Callie laughed, pointing at the cup in your hand.

“I’m fine. Just lost my train of thought!”

“Tell us a surprising fact about yourself,” Matt chimed in, a flirtatious smile plastered across his face.

“Uh, right. Well... I have a really huge record collection. It’s kind of my hobby.” You shrugged, nodding your head slowly as the group around you seemed let down by the less than flashy secret.

“You’re kidding! I collect vinyls too. I have like a thousand,” Mattresponded, his eyes lighting up at the realization that he finally had a way to talk to you.

“You should show him your collection, (Y/N), it’s ridiculously impressive,” Callie said, nodding in excitement. Your heart stopped at her words, hoping that Matt would say ‘Another time!’ and you would forget about the entire interaction. But you knew he would take up any offer to be alone with you; and a part of you was hoping he would.

“I’d love to see it,” Matt said slowly, his voice now a serious tone as he waited nervously for your response.

“Uh... of course. Does anyone else want to see?” You asked, in one final last ditch effort to protect yourself from being alone with him. But the room had already moved on from you, and no one even heard you ask the question. You looked up at Matt, his perfect smile once again showing itself.

“Guess it’s just you and I, pretty girl.” He whispered to you, his hand on your shoulder. He leaned in as he spoke to you, as if to keep the nickname a secret. You looked around in hopes that someone noticed, someone would put a stop to it. But everyone had already moved on, started new conversations, brought themselves deeper into a state of inebriation. No one saw either of you, and you could easily slip away into the night with him.

You stood up slowly, and motioned for Matt to follow you into your room. He eagerly followed behind, not a single soul in the room even realizing you were leaving. You felt your heart pounding in anticipation and nervousness, not knowing how the next few minutes would play out. You took a few deep breaths to control yourself before opening the door to your room and letting Matt follow.

“Open or closed?” He asked, his hand gripped on the door handle as he awaited your response.

“Closed. I don’t like people seeing my personal space,” you said, moving over to the shelves that held your vinyls. Matt nodded and closed the door lightly, following you over to your collection.

You walked to the corner of your small, cluttered bedroom. Sat in the corner was multiple shelving units, all packed high and bending under the weight of your numerous records. Next to the shelves was a small desk, which your record player sat beautifully on top of. Your room was overwhelming to a stranger's eye, but every single thing in there had a purpose, to you. It was your sanctuary. And it wasn’t a place you regularly invited strangers. You barely ever let Callie or Danny in there. But seeing him stand there, gazing in fascination at your records, felt very comfortable. You knew that he would respect your space, and not question it. It was a nice feeling to be able to share something so private with someone.

“Wow... this is amazing (Y/N)... you have fantastic taste in music,” he whispered, running his hands up and down the records.

“Thank you. Some of them I don’t really listen to, they’ve just been collected from garage sales and thrift stores over the years.” You watched him in awe, every feature glowing in the low light of your room. He smiled at certain titles, pulling things out delicately to look at the covers. He was beautiful, perfect. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“Do you wanna smoke a blunt?” He asked, turning to you in excitement as he pulled out a bag of weed from his pocket.

“Of course. Just crack the window,” you responded, your eyes still locked on him.

“Perfect! Let’s listen to something, too. Do you mind rolling so I can pick something out?” He asked, handing you the plastic bag. Your hand touched his as you grabbed it from him, and you felt time freeze as your skin made contact. He was warm, soft, angelic in his touch. You wanted more, you craved more. But you let go, pulling yourself away.

You watched him pull out various records and contemplate what to put on as you carefully rolled a blunt to smoke. His face was focused and concentrated, and the furrow in his brow made you smile. You couldn’t help but smile around him. He finally pulled out an album you immediately recognized as (Y/F/A).

“How did you know?” You asked, watching him as he delicately took the record out and placed it on your player.

“What?” He giggled, biting his lip as he looked up at you.

“That's my favorite album.”

“You’re joking. It’s mine, too.” He looked up at you, your eyes once again meeting. You didn’t need to speak to know what was going through his mind. The two of you were both thinking the same thing. He broke the stare first to start playing the music, his hands gently placing the needle on the record.

The music began quietly, but filled the room around you. You lit up the blunt and began to smoke, a wave of happiness coming over you as you took in your surroundings. A beautiful boy, your favorite music, some fantastic weed. It was paradise. It was pure bliss.

You smoked the blunt in silence, both of you taking in the beauty of the music, no need for words. You watched him, his movements, enthralled by his every move. The light from the blunt lit up his face in an almost angelic way, making your heart race every time he took a puff. The more high you got, the more you wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him, love him. Love at first sight, it’s bull shit, right? But what if it isn’t? What if it’s sitting right in front of you?

“Dance with me.” Matt said, standing up quickly and reaching out his hand.

“I... what?” You asked, giggling slightly at the man who was standing in front of you.

“Dance with me. You know you want to.” He raises his eyebrows at you, hand still stuck out waiting for you. You rolled your eyes, a small laugh escaping your lips as you grabbed his hand and stood up. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. The smell of smoke and mint immediately overtook you, the warmth of his body wrapping you in comfort. Being in his arms, it was the most calming feeling in the world. It was the best feeling in the world.

In that moment, nothing else mattered to you except being with him. You would do anything to hold on to that moment. You reached your hand up to his face and touched it gently, the softened of his skin flowing on your fingertips. You brushed the few stray wisps of hair away from his face before bringing your lips up to his.

There are many different types of kisses in the world. You first kiss, which is awkward and usually terrible. A sad kiss, one where you know it will be your last kiss for a while. A lustful kiss, where you can’t keep your hands off of each other and want nothing more than to rip clothes off. But this kiss... this was a kiss you had never experienced before. It was a kiss that filled your entire body; flooded you with light and calmness, made every bad thing you’ve ever felt disappear into thin air as your lips pressed against his. It was a kiss that you knew was saved especially between two people who were meant to be. A kiss between soul mates.

As your lips worked effortlessly with his, everything else in the world disappeared except for you and him. You melted into each other, two paints seamlessly coming together to create a beautiful piece of art. You never wanted to let go of him. You never would, if it was up to you. But you needed a second, a second to catch your breath, a second to ground yourself back to reality.

You pulled away from him, your hands still locked in his hair and his on your waist. “We should go back out there. We don’t want to look suspicious,” you whispered, suddenly remembering the circumstances that led you in here in the first place.

“Of course, that’s for the best. But I promise you this is not the end of us.” Matt kissed your cheek and winked flirtatiously before heading back out to your living room. You sat quietly for a moment, your heart racing and your breathing unsteady. In that moment, you knew that was it. That was the last first kiss of your life.

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ibelieveinharrystyles · 4 years

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Chapter Ten: Make A Wish

Forever? Masterlist

5th July 2017 Ashley woke up to the sound of Daisy babbling away happily in her cot, the sooner she could get a two bedroom flat the better. She climbed out of bed, greeting Daisy with a massive smile, “Hello birthday girl how are you?” She asked, lifting her out of the cot, getting a babble of random sounds back, she had recently learnt to say ‘mama’, something she had been overusing extensively. “Shall we have a special birthday breakfast? How about some pancakes?” Ashley asked Daisy as she took her through to the kitchen, resulting in an excited clap from Daisy as she put her in the safety of her highchair. She turned on the radio, hearing the familiar sound of Roman’s voice, understanding that Ashley was a single parent he offered to host the show on his own for the day to allow Ashley and Daisy to spend some quality time together. “Shall we listen to some of Uncle Harry’s music?” She asked Daisy as she weighed out the necessary ingredients for pancakes.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Daisy cried from her high chair, before Ashley began playing some classic One Direction out of the speakers in the kitchen.

London was in the middle of one of those heatwaves, the ones where one week it would be chucking it down with rain, and the next it's uncomfortably hot, For this reason Ashley thought it best to travel by bus, rather than subjecting herself and Daisy to the heat of the London Underground. Daisy seemed content though, she was sat on the seat beside Ashley, looking out of the window as they went past all the big monuments and crowds of people, Ashley spotted a heavily pregnant lady sat across from them, reminding her how unbearable she had found being pregnant with Daisy during the sweltering heat of summer, “How far gone are you? If you don’t mind me asking?” She asked the lady.

“Thirty seven weeks, if he doesn’t grow up to be a footballer these kicks will be wasted.” she told Ashley.

“Oh wow, I thought it was difficult carrying this one through summer, but she was born six weeks early.” Ashley replied.

“Oh goodness, how old is she?” She asked.

“It’s her first birthday today, we’re on our way to her uncle’s house for a birthday picnic.” Ashley explained.

“Oh you’re off the radio aren’t you? I listen to the breakfast show every morning, I think it’s wonderful.” She told Ashley.

“Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy it, as you can probably imagine, getting to work in the mornings after getting this little lady ready can be a struggle, but we make it work.”

When Ashley first mentioned to Harry that she wanted to organise some sort of birthday celebration for Daisy he jumped at the chance to host it, even though the guests only consisted of Anne, Gemma and Linda, he still wanted to pull out all the stops, Ashley’s knock on the door was answered almost instantly by Harry, a massive smile upon his face, like he had just won the lottery, “Hello birthday girl!” He cried, stretching his arms up in the air, which in turn made Daisy smile from ear to ear, Ashley passed Daisy to him, knowing how much she idolised her uncle, he led them both into the kitchen that had been decorated with an impressive jungle theme, green balloons in a vast variety of colours and sizes littered the high ceiling. Whilst on the island in the middle of the kitchen a two tier vanilla and chocolate birthday cake was sat, decorated with figures of jungle animals, also on the island were bowls of crisps and plates of Daisy’s favourite snacks.

“You didn’t have to do all of this H, she would’ve been fine with a cake from tesco and a bag of chocolate buttons.” Ashley sighed as Harry showed Daisy all the toy jungle animals.

“I wanted to, it looks like I’ll be on tour for her birthday next year, and my favourite little lady deserves spoiling.” Harry insisted.

Gemma, Anne and Linda had all arrived shortly after Ashley and Daisy and now the celebrations were in full swing, everyone was sat around the island snacking on the crisps and biscuits Harry had laid out. “Presents! Let’s do presents!” Harry declared, before disappearing and returning with several parcels wrapped in obnoxiously pink wrapping paper.

“Anyone would think Uncle Harry wanted to be your favourite,” Gemma said to Daisy who was currently sitting on her lap.

“I already am her favourite,” Harry informed Gemma, before miming tossing his hair, he placed the parcels on the table for Daisy, and with the help of her Auntie Gemma she unwrapped them one by one, Harry being Harry had gone all out, the presents ranged from a giraffe teddy to a pair of mini old skool vans, which Harry insisted were a necessity. Gemma treated her to a set of insanely soft pyjamas and a toy elephant, whilst Anne bought her a set of story books and Linda gave her a new dressing gown that looked like a giraffe.

“Thank you so much, all of you, these are such lovely presents, you’re a lucky lady aren’t you Daisy? What do you say to everyone?” Ashley said to Daisy.

“Ta!” she exclaimed, resulting in a mixture of sighs and claps from everyone sitting around the table.

“I’ve got you one more present,” Harry handed Ashley a green envelope, Ashley opened it hesitantly, inside was a picture from London Zoo, “Before I leave for tour, I’ve booked us a tour of London Zoo after they close, so that Daisy can see all the animals properly, and we won’t have to worry about the hassle from photographers and all that.”

“You’re a proper softie Styles,” Ashley said, moving round the island and wrapping her arms around him, “Thank you for all of this.”

After indulging in slices of Daisy’s birthday cake everyone agreed a walk across Hampstead Heath was necessary, Harry carried Daisy on his shoulders, who seemed to be having way too much fun playing with her uncle’s hair. Anne and Linda strolled behind, chatting about their children, and the adults they had become, whilst Gemma and Ashley walked side by side, “He loves her doesn’t he?” Ashley whispered softly.

“He’d do anything for her, they have the purest little friendship.” Gemma told her.

“I don’t know what I’d be doing if it weren’t for Harry, Daisy and I would’ve spent today watching all the Madagascar movies whilst eating our way through a chocolate cake, but he’s made this day so memorable for her.” Ashley replied as they all found a seat underneath a big tree to provide them with shade.

“You alright up there munchkin?” Ashley asked Daisy, gently stroking her cheek.

“I should probably get Daisy home soon, it's nearly her bedtime.” Ashley sighed, the sun was beginning to set over the heath, a golden glow dancing on all their bodies, the heath was pretty empty except for a few families and couples who were either enjoying the infrequent summer weather or taking their dogs for a well needed walk. Ashley hadn’t really clocked it at first, but there was a distinctive figure hovering by a tree across from them, being friends with Harry for as long as she had, she learnt to shrug off people loitering near them, assuming they were either a fan or a photographer. But when she caught a glimpse of this person again she realised she did in fact know them, “What the fuck,” she whispered under her breath, quiet enough that Daisy wouldn’t hear, but loud enough that Harry did hear, he glanced in the same direction as Ashley, realising what she had seen. Ashley stood up without saying a word and walked towards him.

“Well if it isn’t Harry Styles’ favourite baby mama,” He slurred, taking a swig of what must have been his fifth or so can of beer.

“What the fuck are you doing here Matt?” Ashley asked him, pushing him back.

“I just wanna see my daughter.” He told her, leaning against the tree.

“No, that’s not happening,” Ashley told him bitterly.

“Why? You scared I’ll see she actually has an uncanny resemblance to that prick over there?”

“Harry is not her dad!” Ashley told him.

“Well then why can’t I see her?”

“You lost the right to see her the day you told me you didn’t want anything to do with her, you know she was born six weeks early? She was kept in an incubator because she was too small, except you wouldn’t know that because you weren’t there, so excuse me for not wanting you to have anything to do with her.”

“Are you alright?” Ashley turned to see Harry, he had left Daisy in the capable care of Anne.

“Here’s your knight in shining armour coming to your rescue,” Matt slurred.

“I’m fine Harry, can you take Daisy back to yours? I don’t want her seeing this.” Ashley asked him.

“I’m not leaving you with him Ash.” Harry replied.

“How long did it take you mate?” Matt asked him.

“What are you on about?” Harry responded,

“To get her into bed? Didn’t take me too long if I’m honest-” Harry tried to swing a punch at him, but Ashley was quick to hold him back, pressing both her hands against his chest.

“H, he isn’t worth it.” She soothed, cupping his face with one hand, so as to make him look her in the eye, whilst still holding him back with the other.

“If you try and approach Ashley or Daisy again, you will be hearing from my lawyers, do you understand?” Harry asked him sternly.

“I get you big man, I’m not sticking around to deal with you and your emotional baggage.”

The group had now returned back to Harry’s house, Gemma, Linda and Anne were entertaining Daisy with cartoons in the living room, “You didn’t have to step in like that H,” Ashley whispered as she poured him a cup of tea.

“He was out of order.” Harry insisted as he took his mug of tea, “I wasn’t just going to stand there whilst he talked about you like that.”

“He’s not wrong though is he? I didn’t have to sleep with him that night, I just did anyway.” Ashley said, fiddling with the lid on the milk bottle.

“Just because you slept with him that doesn’t make you easy, you think I haven’t slept with people I regret?” Harry replied.

“It’s different for you, a man sleeps with twenty girls and he’s a lad, a girl sleeps with five men and she’s a slag.”

“You know I don’t think that don’t you?” Harry assured her.

“I know, because you are a gooden, and one day when Daisy brings a boy home I want him to be as good as you, and I think by having a positive male role model in her life like you, she will learn that she deserves someone who if she asks for the world will give her the universe.” Ashley told him.

“Is that you saying you think I am boyfriend material?” Harry grinned.

“Don’t push it Styles.”

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somedayonbroadway · 4 years

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A Roof and a Bed

Boy Meets World Masterlist

Albert made sure to stick close to JoJo as they made their way into the old diner. There were too many old men playing pool and too many grey haired waitresses. “Okay, Jo… just act natural and try to fit in…”

JoJo nodded. “Okay… but I am not going to spit,” she stated, looking around the place. Her eyes landed on the man they were looking for easily.

He wasn’t a customer.

He was a server.

“There he is…”

“Okay… here I go…” Al replied, walking in.

The man caught sight of him as he made his way over. “Well, mio dio,” the man called. “Is that who I think it is?”

Albert smiled over at Matt. And he nodded as he caught the man cleaning up an empty booth. “Yeah! Mr. Higgins! It’s me, Albert DaSilva!”

The man’s smile fell. “Oh, my bad…” he said.

Albert squinted as the man tried to walk away. “No, Mr. Higgins… it’s me, Red… Tony’s friend…” he tried again.

At that the man paused before that smile washed back over his face. “Oh… Red! How ya been, kid? Step inta my office!” he said, sitting down at the booth.

The boy followed suit. “So… you… ya work here?”

The man nodded. “Oh yeah, just till I can pay off my parking tickets. Then I’m back on the road, lookin’ for my lovely wife,” he explained. “Ya ever been married?”

Albert cocked his head to the side. “Uh… I’m fifteen…”

His best friends father put his hands up towards him, as if trying to calm him. “Now, now, now, don’t give up hope! Me n’ Vivi didn’t get hitched till we were sixteen… wanted to wait until she got out of the navy,” he smiled.The kid couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “But enough about that, what’re you doin’ up here, Aaron?”

Opening his mouth to respond, the kid paused, taking a moment to realize that this man really didn’t know his name. “Uh… I’m actually here to talk about Tony…”

A worried look crossed Matt’s features. “Why? Is he sick?”

“No, no!” Albert assures quickly. “He’s just all confused… he really misses you, ya know?”

Matt smiled and nodded. “Yeah… I miss him too… he’s a good kid…”

“Well then come back for him!” the young redhead demanded. “He needs you!”

The words hit Matteo a little harder than he’d expected them too. But he shook his head. “No… the kid’s well off where he is. Kelly… he sends me report cards and tests… even a few pictures of him every now and then…” He smiled. “That kid’s better off with him. Much better off than he’d ever be with me,” the old man stated.

“Well, yeah, Kelly’s great n’ all… but I mean… you’re his father… don’t you love him?” It was a simple question.

But one that only made Matteo look sad and afraid. “Yeah… I love him so much…” The man stood from the booth.

Albert sighed, shrugging as he turned to look at JoJo.

Back to the bus it was.

—

It was just a normal Saturday night. Jack was making dinner. Race was sitting on the couch.

Everything was fine.

And then there was a knock at the door.

Race made a move to get it, but Jack shook his head. “I got it, kiddo…” he promised before opening up the door. The young man did a small double take when he saw who it was. “Matt?”

The boy on the couch sat up quick.

Sure enough, there was the man. The one who looked so much like him. “Papà?”

Jack didn’t know what to do. He looked towards the boy behind him. But the boy wasn’t looking back at him.

“Um… hey, son…” the man sighed.

Matt didn’t try to walk in. It was taking all of Jack’s willpower not to slam the door in his face. This man… this man was the reason that Racer was so unsure of himself. This man was the reason Race was terrified he’d never be loved. He knew he wasn’t supposed to dislike this man. But somewhere deep down inside of him, he just couldn’t help it.

“Look… I know… I know this is long overdue… I know you’re probably mad at me…”

Race cautiously walked forward.

There was a bad feeling in the pit of Jack’s stomach.

“But I also know that I love you… you’re my son and I love you so much…” the man stated.

Jack felt out of place. It was his own home and yet, he still felt out of place. He knew this is what Race had wanted. For a year it was all the boy had wanted. Jack couldn’t help but dread it.

“Papà…” Race breathed, sounding unsure.

“Figlio… I brought back the trailer. I want to make this work.” Matt looked desperate. He looked nervous.

Jack couldn’t do this. He didn’t want this. But he forced himself to think about Race. It wasn’t about what he wanted, it was about what Race wanted. So he sighed. “Hey, Racer?” he called.

The boy looked up at him, slightly teary eyed. “Uhm… papà… can you just give us a minute?”

The man nodded. “Yeah… I’ll just… I’ll be outside…” Matt stated.

Jack slowly closed the door, taking a deep breath to steady himself. And he turned back to the kid. It took him a moment to find words. “Tony… talk ta me…” he pleaded, seeing how flustered and confused the boy was. “Is this what you wanna do?”

The kid wouldn’t meet his eye. Jack watched a tear slip down his cheek as he desperately tried to decide what the right thing to do was. This is what he’d wanted. He’d said so merely a day ago. He’d been desperate for it.

And now… here was the moment it could all happen. Yet, there was something inside Race that felt sad.

“Um… I-I love my dad, Jack…”

“I know…”

“B-but I love it here too…”

“I know…”

Race shrugged. “Jackie, I don’t know what to do…” he admitted. He finally looked up at the man who’d taken him in. The man who’d believed in him when no one else had.

Jack melted. “Kid… he’s your family—“

“Yeah, well… maybe you’re my family too…”

There was nothing in the world that could compare to the feeling that shot up through Jack’s chest at those words. He took a deep breath and forced a smile on his face. “You know that no matter what you do… you got a place here, kid… a roof and a bed… no matter what…”

Race shifted uncomfortably for a moment, running a hand through his hair. And then he rushed forward, for the first time ever initiating a hug with a man who was so much more than just his teacher.

Jack hugged him back so tightly it hurt.

But neither of them cared.

Race wasn’t sure he wanted to let go.

—

“Alright, these are the last of the boxes…”

Jack watched from his kitchen as his boy… as Racer walked down from his room, Albert behind him and Matt in front of him. Most of the stuff they were taking, Race hadn’t had before he’d gotten here.

The young man had been helping before a moment ago when it had all started to settle in.

He took a sip of the beer beside him before placing it back down.

“Alright, Tony, I’ll meet ya downstairs, okay? One more parking ticket n’ them cops’ll tell me I’ve stayed my welcome in that old trailer,” he stated, setting the box in his arms down on the couch before walking up to Jack and extending his hand. “Your job’s done, Mr. Kelly… thank you for everything you did for my boy…”

Not wanting to scare Race out of the decision he’d made, Jack shook hands with the man. The man he didn’t trust. But he managed a smile. “It was my pleasure,” he assured as Matt turned to grab the box and walk out the wide open door.

Race paused and let out a breath as he looked over at the man in the kitchen. Jack loved to cook. He’d be missing those meals, eating with the man and talking with him and teasing him. He’d be missing the three meals a day and insistence that anything less was unhealthy. He’d be missing sleeping on a mattress that was softer than anything the boy had ever touched. He’d be missing the way Jack scolded him for being out late and worrying him.

But this was something he had to do.

At least, he thought it was.

Jack was supposed to understand. Jack had never had a family. If Jack had a father, he’d be fighting to make it work too.

This had to work.

Things had to be alright.

So he set down his box on the coffee table as Albert walked out the door with his own box. And the blond teenager made his way over to the young man. “Jack… thank you… for everything…”

A small smile melted on Jack’s face. A real one. “I would do it all again, little buddy… all ya gotta do is ask, n’ you got a bed and a roof and someone ta talk to, okay?” He hated this, if he was being honest with himself. A year and three months and… and all Matt could say was “your jobs done”. Like he’d been babysitting. Like he hadn’t endured so much with this child who was so clearly desperate for affection and guidance. Like he hadn’t loved this kid as if he were his own.

His heart stuttered when that thought crossed his mind.

But he refused to show it.

“I… I’ll see you at school?” Race suggested, not necessarily wanting to go.

Part of him wished Jack would stop him.

Jack knew he couldn’t.

“Everyday, Racer,” he promised. He held out his hand.

Race took it. And he brought it up to his chest for a moment, not wanting to let go.

But someone downstairs began to honk. “Bye, Mr. Kelly…”

Jack’s heart broke.

“Bye Higgins…”

And with that, the boy walked out the door.

And Jack took another sip of his beer, feeling more lost and alone than he’d ever felt before.

Siiiiigggggghhhhhh...

Sometimes I forget that I hate this show. First of all... when this happens in the show, Turner is like relieved and happy. I understand that reconnecting with family is important and everything and they definitely should have kept Chet (Shawn’s dad) as a character and had them rebond and everything, but the fact that he just strolls back in and takes Shawn back drives me insane. Turner literally raised him for over a year and then they played it off like “oh yeah, we made good friends, it was basically like having a college roommate” and... that was it? Like... what? And then Turner’s hardly in it and he’s not even like the slightest bit concerned about Shawn until Cult Fiction.

We’re changing things. For sure, it’s gonna be different.

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mysteryofren · 4 years

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Not My Boyfriend

Chapter 42 of So Happy Together

masterlist

A/N: i feel llike i havent posted in years. in other news my knee feels a lot better, but i still have my stitches in so thank you for not beating me up for not posting last week. its not a long chapter but we get more Reader, Hux, and Kylo

Tags: @wumboho @pylopenpolo @duty-isnt-always-honour

The bed felt lonely still. Gideons absence was still felt even in your deep sleep. You felt something moving against your leg in your sleep, and it woke you up completely. You sat up and came face to face with Elaine. She smiled at you then laid in the empty space next to you.

“It's about time! I've been waiting all morning for you to wake up.” She picked up Bruce, and inspected him.

“What are you doing here so early?” You said as you stretched your body out, and turned to her.

“It's 12 in the afternoon.” You picked up your phone, and checked. She was right, it was 12. You sighed, and laid back down.

“Long night? Perhaps with a certain Solo?” She teased.

“I didn't know you knew about that. Are you mad?”

“I'm mad that I had to hear about it from Hux. Why wouldn't you tell me you, and Ben were dating?”

“Cause we’re sort of not.” She looked at you with visible confusion.

“Lets get food, and I’ll explain.” You went to get up, and get ready when she grabbed your arm.

“I should probably let you know that the boys are downstairs.”

“All of you are here?” she nodded, and let you get out. You quickly got dressed, and ran downstairs where you saw all the boys waiting in the den.

Hux, and Kylo were talking while Matt sat on his phone. You cleared your throat, and they all looked at you. Elaine came in behind you, and told them that you all were leaving to get breakfast. They stood up, and you all walked out to the car. They didn't waste a single second before they all started badgering you about yesterday. Elaine threatened not to take them to lunch if they kept it up, and like a bunch of toddlers they all stopped talking, and sulked in the back seat. It's almost insane how much power she has when it comes to the boys. Although she held that same power with you, and Phasma. She was the leader of your group. She was responsible, and she did well under pressure. Stars knew that all you got into enough trouble that it came in handy.

On the way to Amilyns you decided to tell them about what you all did that day. You talked about the planetarium, and even let it slip about the millennium falcon. That's when the teasing started.

“I completely forgot about the falc!” Kylo said. “They used to go up there for hours with dad, and Lando.”

“I haven't been there in years.” Matt informed him.

“Either way little baby Matty here used to obsess over it. He always said he was the ship's engineer, and that he was the only thing keeping her running!”

“Awe Matt that's so cute.” Elaine laughed.

“Hey I was like 10!”

“10? Dude you and Ben were hanging out in there until you guys were 15.” Kylo teased.

“Matt if it helps Ben still goes up there.” You told him.

“Yeah probably do whatever it is he did with Rey up there.” Matt said.

“He brought Rey up there?”

“Pretty sure he did. They went into the woods one day, and didn’t come back for a good two hours.”

“He said he didn't take anyone up there..” You said more to yourself than to them. They stayed quiet for a minute before you all saw the familiar building coming up. Amilyns new shop had been open for a few days.

The grand opening party had been fun. She invited the group, and a few of her other friends to come see it. She even invited your grandfather too. She made snacks, and different treats to celebrate. It was good to see everything in its rightful place. The new furniture she had gotten had finally come in along with the art that Hux had chosen for her. She had it hung up all over the walls. In a small corner she had the photo you guys had taken together hung up as well. It was in a frame that had a small silver plate with all your names on it. When Elaine had noticed it she almost cried, and you, and Matt had to sit her down, and get her calm. You all walked in, and took your seat at your regular table, and one of the waiters she had hired let us know he would be there in a second.

“So I know now isn't the moment to bring it up…” Hux said.

“Then don't.” Kylo responded while looking at the menu on the wall. Hux rolled his eyes, and continued.

“But… are you sure you want to go through with dating him? I mean he lied to you on your first date, who's to say he won't continue the cycle?” You all sat quiet as you thought. You were about to speak when Kylo spoke out.

“He's right. Nobody knows my brother more than me, and Matt.”

“You're just saying that cause you want her.” Elaine said flagging down the waiter.

“Maybe he is, but he is still right. That man has done nothing. But lie, and hurt her. Y/N be honest, do you see this going somewhere?” Hux said before the waiter interrupted you all. He took your orders, and went off.

Once he was gone they all looked at you again. You were not entirely sure how to respond. Ben promised it would be different, but he’s already lied. Elaine must have seen the look on your face, and knew you didn't want to talk about it anymore. She immediately changed the subject, and Matt did the same. The rest of the lunch went on without anyone bringing it up again, which was good for you, but you also wanted to think about what Hux asked. You hadn't thought about whether or not it might go anywhere. You loved Ben. You really did, and so did he. At least he said he did. After all he did drive all the way out to Jakku to make sure Rey would be okay when you two got together. Not only did he do that, but he also drove out to Bracca to see you after coming home. He risked a lot just to do that.

What if he didnt love you? The thought hurt, but it was one you would have to consider. There was no kidding yourself you had been in love with him from the moment you laid eyes on him. He clearly hadn’t felt the same since he was an asshole from the start, but you still couldn't help but forget those facts when you look into those soft brown eyes. He meant the world to you, but did you mean the world to him? His words did nothing but repeat in your head. The world, he wanted to give you the world. In a way he already has. He loved you, and you loved him. He had already given you the world the second he showed up in Bracca.

After Elaine had brought you home Kylo, and Hux insisted on staying. Matt went with Elaine which you understood considering they didn't have a lot of time left before

“So what should we do for our last few hours together?” Kylo asked as he sat on your bed. Hux sat at the small desk, and you took your place next Kylo.

“Last few hours?” you asked.

“You didn't know? He's leaving tonight.” Hux said matter of factly as he flipped through a book that was on your desk.

“Tonight? I thought we had 2 weeks…” you said looking at Kylo with sadness in your eyes.

“That was 3 weeks ago. Your boyfriend stole my car, and bought us another week.” he responded.

“Not my boyfriend.” you said mostly to yourself. “So what are we going to do?”

“I was thinking maybe just hang around. Maybe get some dinner before I go home, and pack up.”

“I still can't believe you decided to leave early. You have the whole summer, why go back now?” Hux asked, still looking through the book.

“I gotta start working man, we've talked about this. Besides you still got Y/N.” Kylo responded.

“Yeah Hux you, and I still have the rest of the summer.”

“I know. I just like us together.” Hux said sadly.

“We do make a great team.” Kylo laughed. You hugged him tight, and he hugged back.

“Think i'm gonna miss you most kid.” you felt tears well up in your eyes. This was the beginning. This is the part you dreaded the most. The part where your new friends were now going to leave. They would leave. Then your dull life here would go on. They would forget you in the blur of the exciting new adventure ahead of them.

At least Ben was staying. He chose to go to a local college, and then attend a university for business to work with his dad. Another thought came to your mind. What would happen when you went to college? At least when you left your friends wouldn't be far. Matt, and Elaine would be at NYU, Phasma would be at Julliard, and you would be at Pratt. What would happen to your friendship with Kylo? With Hux? Kylo was all the way in Chandrila, and Hux would still be in Oxford. And Ben. Ben would still be here. He didn't hate it here as much as the rest of you. You needed to get out. Your whole life was leading up to the moment you could escape.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand pat your thigh. You looked up as Kylo stood up.

“So what do we wanna watch?” he asked as he walked out. You stood up, along with Hux, and the two of you followed him. He got into the den, and you saw Gideons old bed in the corner. You didn't get around to packing it away yet.

“You can choose since it's your last day.” You mumbled staring at the big bed on the floor.

“Something on your mind?” Hux asked.

“It's just..” you started. “His bed. I didn't put it away, and I really haven't been in here since. Guess I just forgot to pack it up.”

Kylo and Hux looked over at the dog bed. Kylo frowned looking at it. He would never admit it, but he has a huge soft spot for animals. Anytime he came over he would immediately start playing with Gideon. He even loved Millicent to death.

“Here I can take it to your attic.” Hux said as he grabbed the bed, and the leftover toys.

“Thanks.” You said as he walked out. You sat on your grandfather's chair, and watched as Kylo scrolled through the movie selection.

“You know when I was a kid me, and my grandparents would make blanket forts, and watch movies.” You said as you watched Kylo look through the movie selection on the tv.

“I never made one of those.” He said.

“Why not?”

“Well I never had anyone to do it with. By the time Ben was old enough to wanna do that type of stuff, I was old enough that it didn't appeal to me.” The thought made you sad. You didn't have siblings at all, but at least your grandparents still gave you that experience.

“I’ll be back, keep looking for a movie.”

You started your search for blankets around the house. You ran into Hux coming back from the attic, and asked him for help. You both ran around the house gathering blankets, pillows, and any other soft thing you could find. Hux even went into your room, and searched for stuffed animals. You had gotten down stairs, and placed all the blankets you found on the floor. You handed Kylo your phone, and told him to order a pizza. Hux walked in with everything he had found, and placed it down.

“You only have one stuffed animal, but I grabbed it anyway.” he threw Bruce down on the pile of blankets, and picked him up.

You placed him down on the couch, and you had started setting the fort up with Hux. It hadn't been long before you guys had finished. While you two had gotten to work Kylo had made a list of some movies he wanted to watch. You had put down pillows, and blankets so you guys weren't sitting on the hard floor. Before you laid with the boys you grabbed Bruce. The three of you laid on the floor, and started watching the first movie. One thing Kylo Ren would never admit is his love of drama. He insisted the three of you watch the movie Moulin Rouge before anything else, and even included a dramatic summary of the movie. You, and Hux laughed as he explained the forbidden love between the main character, and the woman, ironically named, Satine.

Hours had gone by. The three of you had watched movie after movie, and ate pizza in your blanket fort. It was little moments like this that made you think about how much you would miss Kylo. Hux had somehow fallen asleep during one of the movies, and you both decided to mess with him. You both grabbed washable markers, and started doing little doodles all over his face. Kylo had slowly lifted his shirt, and drew some things on his back as well. You gave him a look, and he shrugged.

“It's a little surprise for him.” you laughed quietly. You had colored his whole face pink, and Kylo gave him a purple mustache, and a green unibrow. You two laughed at your work, and continued with the movie.

“Hey where's your grandfather? It's pretty late.” Kylo said, picking up another slice of pizza. You looked at the time on your phone, and saw it was almost 9.

“He works super late sometimes. Hes probably just at his office.”

“Damn.” He said under his breath.

“Why?” You asked him. He sighed, and tried not to look at you.

“I gotta go home. I wanted to say bye to him too.”

“Oh…” you said with sadness in your voice. It didn't occur to you that so much time had passed. He finished off his slice, and sighed.

“Im sorry. Trust me I didn't want to stay when I came back.”

“Why did you?” He smiled, and looked at you. Then he looked at Hux and messed his hair up gently.

“I met you two. Its stupid I know, but I think you guys are my bestfriends.” You smiled.

“Its not stupid. It's sweet. I know he loves hanging out with you too, and I know I love hanging out with you too.” He smiled, and the two of you hugged over Huxs body.

“I should probably wake him up so we can go.”

He shook Hux awake, and explained he needed to go home. All three of you took the fort apart, and cleaned. You tried to hold back tears as you guys packed everything up. You walked them to the door, and they walked out. Kylo told Hux to sit in the car for a bit. When he got in Kylo gave you the tightest hug he had ever given you.

“Take care of Ben okay?” He said as he held you.

“I will. Promise.” He pulled away, and kissed the top of your head. You watched as he got in his car, and they drove off.

“Goodbye, Kylo Ren.” You whispered to yourself as tears fell down your face.

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wereallsaloonaticshere · 4 years

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I love having characters discuss media they like / characterization-through-fandom so maybe have A Boy of choice discuss their favorite movie and everyone else reacts?

Okay so this isn’t very good, but I guess I like how I wrote Eduardo. Basically teenage Eduardo, Jon and Mark lowkey larp as their old west ancestors, Eduardo Juan and Marco, while waiting at a park for Edd Tom and Matt to come larping as their respective ancestors, Edward Thompson and Matthew.

Critique is welcomed but idk why you’d wanna do that with this piece lmao.

Word count: roughly 1,400.

“Barbie and the Diamond Castle,” Juan said, biting into his very authentically old west McDonald’s Mcdouble.

Eduardo’s laughs quickly turned to wheezing coughs. “God, Jon, what’re you, my niece?”

“Who?” Juan looked at him expectedly.

“Fine, Juan.” Eduardo said, “why’d you choose the most feminine movie out there? Not enough reasons to not have sex with you yet?”

“I just really like it, okay?” Juan said, “the animation’s really cute, the songs are nice, and I watched it at least once a month until I was seven.”

“Jesus you’re gayer than me.” Marco said.

“Haha, I think my parents are still waiting for me to come out,” Juan laughed.

“What’s your favorite scene from the movie?”

“I’m sorry are we seriously talking about fucking Barbie movies now?” Eduardo said, “this is supposed to be a stake out.”

“We had to listen to you play Mindless Self Indulgence the entire car ride here, so shut your mouth.”

“What are you talking about? I had my earbuds in.”

“You were blasting it.”

“Oh, that’s why your mother kept looking at me weird through the front view mirror.” Eduardo said, “that sucks.”

“It’s okay, I think she’s come to terms with the fact that I’m friends with exclusively delinquents.”

“Hey!”

“Just kidding, just kidding.”

“That’s mean, Mark. O. M-Marco.”

“Hypocrite.” Eduardo said.

“Anyways,” Marco rolled his eyes, “what about Barbie and her castle and your obsession with them both?”

“I don’t like it anymore! Just when I was a kid,” Juan said. “And it wasn’t her castle, they were actually really poor, they just had to travel to the castle to save a girl trapped in a mirror and the concept of music.”

“...Huh?” Eduardo said.

“I don’t remember the plot very well, but I think that’s about it.”

“Huh. Sounds like something my niece would actually like.” Eduardo said, “they wear dresses in those movies, right?”

“Yeah of course, it’s Disney.”

“Can you text me a picture of the main girl? I’ll draw her in the dress and give it to her on her birthday.”

“Aw, how sweet! Sure.” Juan, the infamous old west bandit, got out his phone and texted Eduardo the main girls.

“When are Edd, Tom and Matt supposed to come, anyways?” Marco asked, “my mom’s picking us up in a couple of hours.”

“Shut up Mark, they’ll be here,” Eduardo said, looking out across the grass and duck pond.

“How do you know?” Juan asked, collecting the group's trash to throw away. “You said Edd has bad handwriting, maybe you read it wrong.”

“I didn’t read it wrong! Trust me, they’ll be here. They’re fuckin’ nerds and their ancestors were these cool action hero guys, of course they’ll wanna larp as them!”

“I thought you said they weren’t cool at all?” Juan asked, “and that their ancestors were gay or something?”

“Of course they’re not actually cool!” Eduardo said, “but they sure thought they were, so I’m just explaining their train of thought.”

“Couldn’t we just larp as our ancestors?” Juan asked, “it would be fun, and a lot less stressful.”

“I thought that’s what we were doing?” Marco asked, tugging at his cheap brown bandanna Juan had found at Walmart the day before.

“I mean, I guess, but it’s not really authentic if we keep talking about Barbie and cars.”

“Then stop talking about fucking Barbie, problem solved,” Eduardo said. “Now make use of that second pair of binoculars, I think I see their car.”

“Fine.”

“...I wonder if Marco was gay.” Marco said, watching the ducks sleep.

“What d'ya mean?” Eduardo asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Obviously I know there were quite a few gay people in the old west, it’s just funny to think about. How different of a life he would’ve led.”

“I found a photo of him kissing a guy on google.” Juan said, getting out his phone to find it again.

“Really?” Eduardo turned to face him, the car having driven past the parking lot. “How?”

“I remember hearing Edd talk about how that detective’s diary was really gay and thought about if that made Marco’s ancestor gay, to.”

“Well not everyone in my ancestral line was gay, you know.”

“Yeah but the detective looked a lot like Edd, and Marco looked a lot like you, so I figured it only made sense to check. Here.” Juan handed Marco his phone. “It doesn’t say who the guy is.”

“Wait, so are you saying you think Edd’s gay?” Eduardo lit up and put his fingers together like a pyramid, “oh that’s interesting.”

“What, are you planning on outing him to the school or something?” Marco asked.

“No, of course not!” Eduardo said, “I just think it’d be something to bring up.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Come on, he’s bullied you for being gay before!”

“That was a year ago, and that doesn’t mean he deserves the same treatment!”

“Mark-”

“Marco.”

“-Mark,” he glared at Juan, “just drop it, okay? If they don’t show up we won’t be able to catch them being idiots, so we’ll have to find some other way to do it!”

“Why do we need to? Have you ever considered that maybe if you stopped picking fights with them they’d leave us alone?”

“Me?! They’re the ones that pick fights with us!” Eduardo slammed his fist down on the table, making the old wood wobble, “don’t you remember when we were in English and they told the teachers we were the ones that started that knife fight, when really it was them? Or when they were throwing knives at each other, and then stashed them in my locker when they heard a teacher coming? Or when that girl got stabbed-”

“Look, I get it, they suck, but at some point we become just as bad as them.” Marco reasoned.

“...”

An alarm went off in Marco’s pocket.

“Hey, it’s almost 7. We should be packing up.”

Eduardo sighed, “...fine.”

Juan threw away their trash as they were walking back to the parking lot. Marco took his bandanna off and stuffed it in his pocket.

“Are you able to eat dinner at my place?” Mark asked.

“You sure your parents would want me over again?”

“What are you talking about? Of course. Why not?”

“I don’t know, I just got the impression I annoyed them last time.”

“You didn’t. So, can you come?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think to ask my parents.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah sure.” Eduardo got out his phone and texted his mom.

“I won’t be able to come, my grandma’s over and dad’s making stew.” Juan said.

“Oh, nice.”

“Yeah, it is.”

The ducks walked out of their way as they passed.

{i really am just writing the most boring shit rn, huh? I mean i guess its realistic.}

“Okay I can go, she said to be home by 10.” Eduardo put his phone away.

“Excellent.”

“Your dad isn’t gonna gril me about colleges again, is he?”

“Hey, if I have to deal with it then so do you.” Mark smirked.

“It’s just annoying to hear him talk about all these engineering colleges.” He rolled his eyes, “as if I want to drive myself insane with those classes.”

“He’s only doing it because he wants you to have a nice job.”

“...I can have a nice job as a painter too.” Eduardo said, but the bite was gone.

{my moms getting mcdonalds i cant wait im so hungry its literally 10pm} {its 1230 now and btw i loved it}

“It’s your choice.”

“Have you decided what college you want to attend yet, Marco-Mark?” Jon asked.

Eduardo chuckled.

“I’m not sure yet. I might become an english teacher, or a librarian.”

“Huh. Nice.” Jon said. “I kinda wanna be a photographer, but I know there isn’t a lot of

{and then I gave up}

#eddsworld #stuff i made #fanfic #ew fanfic #eddsworld fanfiction #eduardo and his friends lowkey larp as the saloonatics guys

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vidkid20ssimblrlair · 4 years

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Episode 23: Keep Your Enemies Closer

"Morning," Madison beamed peeking out the door with a mug in her hand. She appeared to be in a good mood, but her expression change to one of concern with one look at me. She furrowed her brow. "Are you ok?"

"I'm... I'm fine," I grunted.

I knew I had to look like shit. I didn't sleep a wink. Didn't even nod. Gemma didn't move the whole night, but I didn't take my eyes off of her. Not once. I had to admit I was scared of her. Maybe I was prejudging her based on what happened in the junkyard, but her behavior last night didn't calm my concerns. In fact, I felt strangely threatened.

"Are you sure you ok?" she said looking even more worried as she stepped out on the porch. She looked me over. "You...you look pale."

"I'm fine."

She turned around and looked down at Gemma. She was still sleeping. Quiet as a mouse actually. She sat down beside me and handed me the mug. Her voice a whisper. "Well, how things go with her? Did she give you any trouble?"

"Well, she acted strange. Bizarre actually. The way she talks. Just everything. Frankly, she give me the creeps."

"Oh, God. What did she do?"

"Well, let's see. She talked about you being unhinged and then she said I remind her of her boyfriend. Then she caressed my face."

"What?"

"Oh, why hello," Gemma chirped catching the two of us off guard. She lifted up and smiled. "You should have woke me up, Nathan. I didn't know Madison was here."

I looked over at her feeling flushed. Just the sight of her grinning from ear to ear was intimidating. Her eyes then landed on my mug as I took a long nice sip of the piping hot joe.

"Can I have a sip?"

Madison answered for me. "No."

"Nothing like coffee in the morning though," she said nonchalantly as she rolled up her sleeping bag. She then twirled her hair on her finger and chuckled. "Were you guys talking about me?"

Madison scoffed. "You should know. You were probably listening."

"And what would give you that idea?" she asked innocently sounding all too fake.

Madison scowled at her but turned back to me. She rubbed my shoulder and smiled. "Go inside and get you some rest. You had a long night."

The idea sure sounded nice, but my pride and lack of sleep was clouding my judgment. Besides, Matthew wanted me to be more involved and step up. Slinking off back into the house while they decide would just prove Gemma right. No, I wanted to be here for whatever they decided on.

"No. You can't just leave me out," I said bitterly. "Don't I have a say in the matter?"

Madison frowned. "Of course. I just thought you might want to get some rest. I can always fill you and Matt in..."

"Oh, so Matt put you solely in charge now? You make the decisions and you just fill us in?"

Madison looked taken aback but continued. "No. That's not what I meant at all. No one put me in charge of anything. I'm just worried about you is all. You've been up all night. You need to rest."

"I don't need rest. I'm fine. I'm not leaving. I have just as much say on this matter as you do, so I'm staying."

Madison looked confused, but let it go and remained strangely quiet. Gemma, on the other hand, looked smug and that irritated me more than Madison trying to brush me off.

"You said we were keeping her out of our discussions. Why is she still here?" I snapped.

Madison seemed to take this personal too regrettably. She looked sad, but she said nothing. She turned around to the window and knocked on it loudly. She then shouted. "Luther!"

Mr. Jones then appeared at the door. He greeted us cheerfully as usual. "Hello, good people."

"She's wake," Madison murmured.

"Ah, good. Ms. Gemma, I would like to speak with you inside if that's ok. Just like to have a nice chat to see if you would be a good fit here."

"Oh, that's fine Mr. Jones. I've been looking forward to talking to you anyway," she gushed.

She stood up and took his arm. As they stepped into the house, she looked back at us smirking.

The two of them then disappeared into the home leaving the two of us alone. I felt instantly relieved. A little awkward, but relieved.

"Madison. I'm...I'm sorry. Thank you for the coffee," I said offering a verbal olive branch.

She smiled. "It's...it's fine. Aaron made the coffee. He was worried about you."

"Really? I guess that explains the bitterness of it."

"Yeah, I was worried about you too you know. I'm sorry if I seem like..."

"It's ok. I'm just a little grumpy I guess."

"Like your brother?"

"Don't insult me. He's grumpy 24/7!"

We laughed and she turned to me looking suddenly stern. "As much as I would like to know what happened last night, I want to pass an idea off on you quickly while we're alone."

"Huh? What you mean?"

"Gemma. What should we do with her? I was thinking we might need to do something drastic."

"Like what?"

"Well...um... execute her. Take her out before she becomes a danger to us."

I gasped. "You mean kill her?!

"Not so loud," she whispered. "But yes. It would solve the whole kicking her out and coming back scenario."

"You're insane! We can't just kill someone!"

"Why not? Our justice system did as much.”

"Yeah, with fair trials and humane executions!"

"I personally think we would be doing her a favor. No more running. No more walkers."

"Yeah, I'm sure she's just dying to be killed."

She frowned. "Is that sarcasm and a horrible pun?"

"We're talking about killing a living and breathing human being, Madison!"

"No we're talking about eliminating a problem and that's the only way to do it. I don't hear you offering up any ideas."

"Who else have you ran this idea by?"

"Matthew, Vince, Lin, and I sort of mentioned it to DJ last night but he got kind of upset and went to bed."

"Good God. I bet he did."

"Well, Matthew reacted a lot like you did, but he took it better than I thought he would. Then Vince was sort of onboard. Lin too. I think they want revenge for what happened and they agreed that Gemma is a threat," she said. "But I already know Mr. Jones won't go for it and I don't think I can convince him, so I'm not entirely sure what to do."

"What we do is not kill. That's what we do."

She sighed and we heard the door beside me creep open. DJ and Audrey stepped out. They looked over the porch and back at us. Both with serious expressions on their faces.

"Enough." DJ boomed glaring at both of us. “Nate’s right. What we do here is not kill, so squash it.”

“You..?”

“Yeah, we overheard you two.”

I gasped. "Oh, God."

Audrey shrugged. "I'm perfectly fine with it though if it comes to that."

"It won’t come to that,” he said sounding almost incensed. "I told her last night. It will not come to that!"

Madison scoffed. "How you figure that?”

“Because it won’t. It can’t!”

“Why can it?”

“Because I said so, so drop it!”

“I understand taking a life is difficult, but sometimes it’s necessary. Especially now. For example, this place. It’s like gold. People will kill for it. Kill you for it. One day or another you’re going have to defend yourself and people may get hurt. Someone may even die. You’re going get blood on your hand like it or not. This is a dog eat dog world now, DJ.”

“You don’t think I know that, Madison?! I’ve killed before to keep this place from danger. I’ve seen death face to face. This wouldn’t be my first rodeo, so don’t lecture me on that. What I’m saying is I will not allow another person to die needlessly on this property.”

“Needlessly?! Whoa! Wait? You’ve killed before? Here?!”

He leaned on the banister and sighed. "Yes. One night a man covered in blood came here looking for shelter. There was a slight language barrier as he spoke Spanish, but from what I gathered his wife had been bitten and that she had fallen ill. Said he had left her to find help. He had been the first stranger I had encountered when this all happened and I had heard so many horror stories. We also had just lost my grandfather’s nurse and housekeeper to a biter, so I was still pretty shaken up. I was afraid. There was no way I was letting him in, but he begged and he begged. Still not understanding him, he became loud. Finally, I had enough and told him to get off my property. He pulled out a gun. I shot first. The look on his face. I will never forget it."

"What happened to his wife?" Audrey asked looking solemnly.

"I don't know. She turned maybe? I don't know. I can’t help, but think now if I had just let him in maybe things might have turned out differently.”

“DJ..I’m..I’m sorry. I no idea,” Madison stuttered.

He continued. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. All I know is grandpa banned guns on the property that night. Told me to never spill blood on this land again and that I must repent. So the killing talk needs to stop. It’s not going happen, so enough."

As he said this, Wade appeared at the door. He shot DJ a look but stepped on to the porch. He looked from one to the other. A hint of suspicion flashing across his face.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?!"

"Nothing!" Audrey blurted out abruptly.

"What?"

"Yeah. We were just talking about Gemma and how we should follow the rules," DJ said emphasizing the last part as he cut his eye at Madison. "You know no guns or murder!"

"I heard you the first time," she mumbled. She stood up. "We were just talking about what to do with Gemma”

"Gemma? Murder? What are you guys going on about?" he drawled. Everyone went silent. He crossed his arms and his mouth went agape. "Noo. No. You...you were talking about killing Gemma weren't you? Are you nuts?!"

"Wade..."

"Talking about murdering people?!"

DJ seethed. "Shut up both of you. You're being too loud. The whole neighborhood can hear you!"

"I'm pretty sure the neighbors are dead," I joked getting nothing, but eye-rolling and dirty looks back. “Sorry.”

"Regardless, the old man is going to flip his lid if he hears us. If he even catches wind of this, we're done."

"No, we're done. Not you," Wade said. He glared at Madison. "But that's what she does. Everywhere we go, she sabotages it."

"I sabotage it? Like how? We've only been to one other place together, Wade. Where we had the displeasure of meeting."

"Yeah and you messed that up. You just had to find out the truth about what was going on there. You just had to stick your nose into that Sargent's business."

"Yeah, and if it wasn't for me finding the truth you might be cut up into little pieces for the Sargent's dead son. Oh and that's if the giant herd hadn't killed you!"

"Enough!" DJ snapped. "No one is killing anyone anyway, so let's just drop it. What we need is a real plan that plays by the rules."

The door opened and we all turned our heads to see Omar standing there. He smirked, “Arguing as usual I see. I can hear you two a mile away.”

"See!"

"Sorry. We were just waiting to hear Wade's genius plan," Madison scoffed. "So what is it? What's your idea, huh? Let her stay so she can give you more fake compliments and flirt with you."

"Actually, yes."

"What?!"

"Not for those reasons, but it's the only choice," he said earnestly. He sat down on the bench and continued. "I went over it in my head. At first, I thought we should just send her on her way with some supplies. Tell her if she ever came back we would shoot her on-site. Then it came to me. We should play the long game."

"The what?"

"We play the long game. Have you ever heard of the saying ‘keep your friends close, but enemies closer?’ Well, we let her stay and see what shit we can get out of her about these Vulture people. Follow her every move if we have to. She’s bond to slip up!”

"Oh, so you're willing to stay under the same roof as her? Wade, she can slit our throats in the night as we sleep. Not to mention she’s probably spying on us!"

"So killing her is going to solve all our problems? Ok, we kill her. Then what? You think that’s just going be it? That we're free? No. It’ll just get worse. Her group will go to contact her and she won’t answer. They'll go looking for her. Maybe they’ll find out she’s dead before they even set foot here. They’ll want revenge. People like that just don’t let things go, Madison!"

"We have people we have to protect here. Injured people!"

"And you're right, which is why my plan is safer."

"Safer?!"

"If we kill her they’ll bring their guns and their tank of our car. They’ll kill every one of us if they can! Injured and non-injured. We can protect ourselves from one measly woman. At least better than an army of them."

"It only takes one person to destroy what we've built here. She'll destroy us!"

Omar cleared his throat. "May I say something? Well, you both make valid points, but I can't condone killing her. The good book said thou shall not kill and I still believe in that. Grace would still believe in that. I know it's probably foolish to even think that way still, but I want to believe we can still believe in something. Besides, haven't we seen enough death? I know I have."

"Wise as ever my friend. Well, Madison," he said meeting her eyes. She shrugged looking defeated. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Look, I'm not saying it's going be easy, but we have to be smart. We can't protect this place if we get kicked out you know. Then they win anyway."

"If I get kicked out you mean. It would be me as I would take full responsibility."

"Well, that's mighty kind of you but I'm not getting stuck babysitting the tweedle Dum and tweedle Dee twins. You're part of this group and your home is with us, like it or not."

"Tweedle Dum and tweedle Dee? You do know I'm still here and I can hear you right?!" I injected.

"So what do we do?"

"Well, killing her is not an option!" DJ persisted. "So.."

Madison groaned. "Fine. We're going with Wade's plan and fake it till we figure out something else I guess."

Wade grinned. "Finally, you're talking some sense. Thanks to me of course."

"Don't gloat. You're already unbecoming."

We shared a good laugh as Wade looked on unamused, but a knock on the window behind me broke up the light mood. I looked back to see Tao staring at us from inside.

"Yo! Jones and Red are coming!"

"Thank ya," Wade answered waving. "I told him to warn us."

"Well, what now?" Madison mumbled.

"Act normal. Remember we want her to think she's our friend. Get her nice and comfy here. Lure here into a false sense of security. She's bound to..."

"Yeah. Yeah. She bound to slip up. Well, she better Wade Dunn or I'm going to..."

She stopped mid-sentence as she heard the unmistakable sound of Luther's voice and Gemma. Everyone seemed to scramble off as if they were finding their places in a play. All of us seemingly finding it hard to smile as our expressions were a mixture of smirks and poker faces. Madison though stood in front and placed the perfect fake smile on her face just as the two of them came out on the porch.

Luther stepped out first. He clearly seemed to enjoy his chat with Gemma. Then Gemma who had the same silly grin she usually sported.

"Why hello everyone," she beamed surveying the scene before her. Her eyes then fell solely on Madison. "And someone seems to be in a better mood."

"Oh, I am," Madison said through gritted teeth. She closed her eyes and let out an audible sigh. She then flashed an even bigger grin. "Well, we were just talking about you and we all decided it would be nice if you stayed."

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I made a ton of poses for this. Hope you can tell. :)

This is the ending you chose. The two people who did vote. xD The outcome of the other scenario will be explained.

#sims 3 Dead on Arrival #ts3 dead on arrival #sims 3 doa #ts3 doa #dead on arrival season 2 #doa season 2 #sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 simblr #ts3 simblr #simblr #sims 3 story #ts3 story

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Reviewing the All Elite Wrestling personnel (Part 3)

Part 0 - https://dreadwhoop.tumblr.com/post/631091725056835584/reviewing-the-all-elite-wrestling-personnel-part Part 1 - https://dreadwhoop.tumblr.com/post/631092482075148288/reviewing-the-all-elite-wrestling-personnel-part Part 2 - https://dreadwhoop.tumblr.com/post/631093769659416576/reviewing-the-all-elite-wrestling-personnel-part

Tag Wrestlers to get Singles Run -

Remember FTR recently put in rules about facing them in tag-team matches? Essentially this rule is added whereby when FTR beats a team in "A Brush With Greatness" they can no longer be a team until a year has passed. The idea is one dismantled team would then reunite, better from their singles run, and finally defeat FTR. This also allows AEW to make new break-out stars instead of being seen as nothing but a tag-team promotion with everything else tacked on.

Do me a favour - search up 'pro wrestlers' on google. Most, if not all, are WWE guys. The first one who is an AEW talent after Jericho but before Cody and Kenny comes up? Dustin Rhodes. We're about to celebrate 30 years of Chris Jericho as a mainstay in wrestling. Funny - where was Dustin's 30th? A guy many wrote off, including myself, is now better than ever. A World Champion run, even if short, would be long overdue. If not maybe Nick Aldis would be kind enough. Was for Cody.

Here's a guy who is getting the shaft for absolutely zero reason other than the fact he's not someone else. Yeah I'm talking about Scorpio Sky - people think Scorpio Sky is some amazing talent, some future AEW World Champion, when I don't see it. I even considered Scorpio Sky for Release until I realise he's not truly bad it's just he's not Kazarian. He's crisp, solid, and good all-round. He's not a terrible promo either - so what's lacking? He's the real deal.

A diamond in the rough which needs to be carefully extracted from Private Party. Isiah Kassidy isn't all too bad but his inexperience to understand ring psychology will hurt him and Marq Quen has proven he has all the tools to go along. The real question is when to break them up? Is Marq Quen really ready? I think there's been evidence in singles, even a TNT Title shot, he's definately capable of getting the chance to elevate. A rising star people seem to be sleeping on.

Ah Santana. He's a bit like D'Lo Brown - mired in midcard because he's too selfless to accept his own stardom and convinces there's enough for him to be happy where he is. Maybe Santana has a chip on his shoulder and its name is Ortiz. Santana can do a lot more and people can take him seriously. There's a story they can play regarding the break-up of the Inner Circle and if anyone should feud with his former allies it's Santana. Make him babyface and give him the push.

There's an ongoing story with The Dark Order and how it seems Evil Uno and Mr. Brodie Lee are taking different perspectives on the goals of this faction. I think it'd make more sense for Stu Grayson to be fed up with the weakness of all of them and go alone to prove if the strongest are to survive then he will be the strongest - a man who challenges the big guys in AEW and isn't shortchanged by the experience either - a lot better than people give credit.

I've been awaiting this one so let me indulge. Part of the reason I started this entire list was for Trent but I had to weigh up his matches and situation. He had a great 19 min contest against Kenny Omega which confirmed just how good he really is but it was the parking lot brawl which cemented it in the eyes of everyone. Let's be very clear - he bled for the match. His partner Chuck Taylor wouldn't and in fact if it was just Santana Vs Trent it would of made for a better match overall. Trent must be frustrated how Orange Cassidy has elevated himself as he languishes in a tag-team designed to make him look effeminate. I remember years ago him and Brian Cage were prospects. What happened? Best Friends happened. The double-cross needs to happen. Heel Trent and give him back the Beretta between his legs. Look up Roppongi Vice. Does Trent really have to leave AEW and go back to NJPW too? Trent needs to go singles RIGHT NOW.

Didn't expect this right? I said before I can't get rid of them in AEW so I'll do the most logical thing - break them up. But why Nick and not Matt? Because Nick is the one who has a brighter future pure and simple - Matt is a egomaniac who is pulling his brother and the whole division into a circus of acrobatics and gymnastics. He keeps things from turning into mainstream appeal and caters to a cult of fanboys. Nick has proven, with Rey Fenix, to be very astute in this high-flying style without coming off as pretentiously choreographed and remains competitive rather than a forgone conclusion. Nick's good. Matt wouldn't understand how to do what's best for business which is why he's got to dedicate to never putting others over, not even his own brother, and it's killing the business oh wait they wrote about this har har very good. Nick can be something.

I've soured a bit on Jungle Boy. When he was facing MJF it's beautiful chemistry between the two - a classic face vs heel formula. His by-the-numbers tag matches with the Jurassic Express? Pitiful. He does an overtly flamboyant arm drag, slaps to the chest, dives, more of this high-flying, and ends up being the 'Wild Buck' not his own person. He needs to slow it down, pace himself, and make every move meaningful - and he has to find those answers on his own.

The Hybrid 2 have been a disasterous tag team despite their obvious talent. It's evident them breaking up would be good for both of them so I elect they both get the singles push, maybe against each other, but definately against anyone who can keep up with them which is few and far between. Jack Evans has been doing this longer than most, 20 years in fact, and yet he gets so little respect. He's sometimes sloppy but hey it works. Imagine his insanity with Eddie Kingston...

The Hybrid 2 have...oh wait deja-vu. Angelico is unique as he's a submission specialist. It works - it's the most contrasting style to a high-flyer - a technician (or técnico if you feel fancy) and he's also from the glory days of Lucha Underground where he made the most incredible dives. I think he's special enough - this is what Orange Cassidy WISHES he could be. Let's wrap this one up on a high note and nobody gets higher than Angelico.

#AEW #all elite wrestling #Personal Opinion

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achieveandhunt · 4 years

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live typing extra life 2019

part 2

warning: this was a mistake and i’m in the grapes

this starts right at Facilities vs AH. link to first post

let’s fuck some shit up babEY

oh what the fuck they’re playing a prerecorded video

last year was a fuckin doozy, nobody forget that

“legends of the under achiever” i didn’t know someone wrote my biography

why do i hear geoff screaming “FIVE FUCKIN FOUR” in my head, like in the legends of the hidden temple minecraft videos

jeremy looks. so dead inside on this fine november evening

ryan buzzing while they’re trying to explain the rules

my video quality went down so much that i thought i was watching someone playing roblox for a second

ryan “salty mother fucker” haywood has made a lovely appearance. he’s my favorite

michael and lindsay looking so domestic makes me so happy,, they’re my parents

someone donated under the name “ryan goes feral” uh??? yeah? you say that like it’s a bad thing??

oH FUCK MICHAEL GO DRIVE WIN PLEASE

jeremy HAS BROKEN OUT THE GLASSES SHIT’S SERIOUS

NO THEY’RE LOSING GOD DAMMIT

ʳʸᵃⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗˡʸ: ʰᵉˡᵖ

JEREMY IT’S TIME TO TEST OUT THAT NONEXISTENT GAG REFLEX AND SWALLOW THE OPPONENT’S CONTROLLER

oh nvm they’re winning again lmao

OH FUCK thEYRE LOSING

oh nvm

OH FUCK

oh nvm they unplugged his contoller lol

OH FUCKING TH EY LOST MICHAEL JONES MY HEART IS BROKEN

the amount of people watching has gone up from 32k to 40k in the past fifteen minutes

michael “hurry up you dumb cunts” jones

“oh don’t worry about destroying our cabinet, it’s essentially matchsticks”

“how are you feeling john? are you ready for this?” “MM M M Mmm mM”

TEAM NICE DYNAMITE IS NEXT AND IM READY FOR PERMANENTLY RINGING EARS FROM ALL THE LEET DONATIONS

oH god here we go

“hopefully they haven’t been saving them all day” oh honey. you’ve got a big storm coming

if xavier slaps gavin i think gav might go up in a puff of smoke

i did the math, they went up 45k+ within five minutes of team nice dynamite showing up on stream

GAVIN AND MICHAEL ARE GOING TO DIE

THERE’S GONNA BE A MOONBALL SIZED HOLE IN GAVIN’S CHEST

ryan and lindsay both donating a grand during this segment... so good

the day gavin free successfully gets a tattoo is the day i drop dead

lindsay saying she didn’t want the TND tattoo on michael but she agreed because gav is michael’s boi :(((

i’m too sleep deprived for this i might cry

oh god michael’s punching the floor

i’m too sober for this

EIGHTY EIGHT LEET DONATIONS IN TWENTY MINUTES HOLY FUCJKIGN SHIT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE THROWING MOONBALLS FOR FUCKIN SIX YEARS

on a sentimental note- i love how much collective love we have for gav and michael,, they deserve it all

milk boarded has some not-so-great connotations attached to it

gavin “the bullshit bitch” free

a mark nutt reference?? in my 2019 extra life????

this just in: sarah is going to obliterate gavin

oh. oh my god. that was the sound of a wet fish smacking a wall

why is jeremy the liquor goblin walking like a crab that has a bird attached to its back??? see: flapping arms

that beer and milk concoction... gag

“drink that milk yard”

“YOU GOT MY TOES MILKY”

no. nO MICHAEL NO YOUR INTESTINES NOO

michael “the milk’s in my brain” jones

“stop pouring it on people!” “iT’S HARD DICKHEAD”

lindsay is now. taking a milk shower

*caiti brings a small roll of paper towels* *gavin gently places a single paper towel on the massive puddle of milk*

no LINDSAY NO THINK OF THE CHILDREN

gavin: this has gotten way out of hand. she’s... she’s swimming in an inch of milk! everyone knows you should swim in at least two!!

the fajita seasoning will solve everythinG everyone calm down

fiona: yeah this is my first extra life. jack: and what were you expecting? fiona: this. exactly this.

ah yes. the bunny suits have arrived and michael is ready to tackle gavin

aaaand here comes the AH fanfic. it can only get worse from here so buckle up fuckos

“holy fuckeroni”

“re-reanimated trevor”

michael is so fucking smashed and god i wish that was me

“cum-ductor”

fiona “this is a white man” nova

“bone-ating” *leet donation* *leet donation*

“ready set blow” made me genuinely bust a lung laughing

aaaand michael’s licking the floor which is to be expected

jeremy “i’m gonna actually harm you” dooley

IF ONE MORE PERSON BRINGS UP RANCH IM GOING TO WALK TO AUSTIN AND PROJECTILE VOMIT ON THE OFF TOPIC SET

no JEREMY NO YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS GET OFF THE F L O O R

don’t get close ups on jeremy’s tongue. don’t do that to me. i don’t want nightmares

“fuck root” “let’s just fucking fuck”

1 2 3 CONSENT

michael has gone full gerkie

alfredo’s look when larry is reading the part about trevor choking him is how i feel about everything that’s happened in the past twenty minutes

almost 300k in less than an hour

fiona saying “i don’t want this” overlaying michael humping a trash can

“TAKE THE TACO CHAD”

aaaand michael’s in the trash can

nO why is there a triangle is this a POETRY READING ALL OF A SUDDEN

oh thank god it’s over

OH FUCK THERE’S A N EPILOGUE

aaand trevor’s dead again. poor treyco

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS EVERYONE PUT A CUP IN YOUR PANTS

people singing along... what goes on

why am i downloading this fuckin song asap

jeremy turning his phone flashlight on and waving it like he’s at a concert god dammit i love these people so much

those are my BOYS

oh my gosh they’re still singing the song. why is my heart so happy from this i need to get slapped

“come on you’ve never been waterboarded before gavin?”

everyone standing in a circle shining their flashlights at gavin

someone surprise them and instead of a moonball just yeet a whole gallon of milk at them

actually, on second thought, no

OH god GavIN Is GOING to Die

gavin “i forgot to breathe” free

several milk explosions

gavin “my brain is cold” free

michael has milk dripping from his ears

i’m about to pass out i don’t know what’s happening

michael is in the grapes right now man

how many moonballs? oh, only 107. :)

i’m not writing this part- you guys have to watch the moonball segment yourself, if you didn’t watch it live!

team nice dynamite finishes up with over 300k!! holy shit, that’s so cool! this community is awesome

werewolf is up next!

xavier is such a gentleman can we keep him

alfredo: *chooses to kill miles* trevor in the audience: *silently freaking out*

xavier is about ruin another man on stream

miles has no self preservation instinct

barbara is now smelling fiona

this just in: i love alfredo and 100% would have done the same thing

trevor running up to film alfredo getting smacked. what an icon

alfredo SCREAMING oh my god i felt it in my soul

the high-five of the backs in solidarity of intense pain

miles choosing alfredo is so fucking good

and also, i feel so bad

his heart might shoot out of his asshole this time guys

oh NOOO HE’s so bruised :(((( fredo nooo :((

oh my god it’s gotten to the usual point in the stream where you start to question whether someone is going to die this time

rip blaine but at least i think he can take the hit

he can but ouch it still hurts me

barbara “i’m participating in the game” dunkleman

yo miles might win this game

the crowd when someone needs to shoot barb: TREVOR TREVOR TREVOR! trevor, with the strength of a thousand suns: N O

people are now chanting about shooting an unprotected trevor. the man already died once this stream god dammit

alfredo is about to throw hands for fiona

that’s a big F in the chat for miles, but his loss is well deserved

xavier’s hands could serve as a defibrillator

alfredo showed jeremy his chest and jeremy shied away as if he was looking at the sun

--- i’m taking another break to finish an assignment---

i’m barely alive and it’s ready set show time

oh god please no more shock collars

i’m so fucking tiiiiredd please take thge res t of this post wigth a grain of salt lbecasue i can hardly type at this ponitn

“do you want to control the shock collars” “will there be repercussions” “no” “fuck yeah i’ll do it then”

“smother the children. steal the baby” “DONT STEAL THE BABY TREVOR”

lunging forward “s c a r e t h e b a b y” “OKAY I’M PASSING THIS ONE”

“you can’t bake popcorn????” jeremy hits the floor

alec and matt clearly = dream team

oh thasnk god the shock collars are on their arms now i was stressed out for chris earlier

this stream does not promote recreational nyquil usage

i don’t even know how to explain the pure insanity of what ready set show has become

alec has become this whole segment

i would write more but i have no thoughts because my brain doesn’t work

larry “makes people fuck other people besides their wife” insert last name that my brain can’t come up with

anyways. marbles

oh. no marbles

i’ve blacked out idk what happened during backwardz compatible

i mean i was awake but does that really mean anything at this point

SPPOKU PSOOKY SPPOKKKY SPOOOKY !!! FUCL YEAH

cole is so good during this segment

oh so many 1337s right away

the real scariest thing during the segment: being genuine

oH my god the scream being pitched up. i have fucking dogs outside of my house now

i don’t fuck w/ ghosts no thank you

“aba-jail” wow if u guys weren’t gonna get haunted before you will now

okay i’m about to pass out i have to take a nap

oH fucking I SLEPT until thirty minutes before the en d fuck

conclusion: this community is incredible and raised an unimaginable amount of money for charity. the fact that rooster teeth does this every year is awesome, and honestly, it makes me feel hopeful in times when things aren’t so great. so yeah! for the kids & stuff

#extra life 2019 #rooster teeth #geoff ramsey #jack pattillo #ryan haywood #michael jones #jeremy dooley #gavin free #lindsay jones #trevor collins #matt bragg #fiona nova #alfredo diaz

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slothgiirl · 4 years

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shadowplay part 7

"This is bloody insane," Sam comments as you search through your drawers for a bathing suit. California. You might need it.

Now if only you could decide between all the clothes you'd tossed on your bed. Sam sitting among them, phone in hand as she continued to tell you how out of hand this whole thing had gotten.

"Now, don't get me wrong if I could land a sugar daddy I'd quit my job in a second," Sam goes on, "feminism be damned. But I don't know what this is! Do you?"

You shrug. The weather said it might be raining. Your barbour jacket would probably do. You doubted you'd need a thicker coat and you could alway layer. You were trying to limit yourself to a carry on. Maybe you only really needed some sneakers and sandals but what sandals. Loafers might be better.

It would help if you knew how outdoorsy the cabin where you'd be staying was.

"It's just Alex," which was true. And you were used to him. Barely even gave thought to his career or the whole fame thing. There were time's of course when you were out that he was recognized but it was never a big deal the way it seemed to be for like the kardashian's with their security.

Just a quick selfy and maybe an autograph. Sometimes it was just covert glances.

"We've hung out loads of times," you said, trying to be reassuring. It wasn't sharing a room with him that had you nervous. He'd slept over a few times and being your friend, you'd never let him sleep on the couch, even if this was a friend that you might like a little too much.

It was the fact that all his friends were probably going to be judging you and watching you all under false pretenses.

Fuck.

"Yes, but not pretending to date because apperently he's a bloody coward!" You roll your eyes. "Like you didn't use to run and get mail to hide your grades when you failed Samantha."

"Yes well, my parents were and continue to be idiots. At least I've never lied about dating someone."

You smile, remembering all her antics, "we're going to break up after.

"And remain friends?"

"Yeah," you sigh, still unsure how you were going to sell that to his friends but Alex seemed to think it would work and he knew them best. It was only his friends that thought you were dating after all.

"Wipe that dumb smile off your face," she groans, "you're going to have to pretend to be dating all day and all night not just for an hour or two."

"It'll be fine. Like I've already said, it's Alex."

Sam rolls her eyes, "just don't catch feelings. It's all fun and games right now when you have him all to yourself but what happens when he goes on tour and-"

"He's not-I. He's not my boyfriend Sam. I'm very aware of that and I know he doesn't owe me anything more than friendship if he wants. It's. I'm good okay."

"Oh god," she gasps sitting up and knocking over the pile of shirts you were sure of, "you've already caught feelings!"

"I have not!"

"You have! Oh," she's grinning and having way too much fun at your expense, "when did that happen? Does it make it easier or worse?"

"It's not that big of a deal. So I like him a little too much. Who hasn't had a crush on their friend?"

"Well I hope you get over it before you have your feelings hurt. I mean this all did start with basically saving face in front of his ex girlfriend didn't it?" Samantha notes, folding the clothes all over again.

You decide against the sandals and figure leather loafers will be fine. And comfortable on the plane.

"Yes. And I'm not going to get hurt or anything. It's Alex. I trust him." He'd stopped when you'd pulled away, even drunk as he was. He always took care to make sure you were feeling all right. You didn't see how another country could change that. And you couldn't lie about how excited you were to go to the states for the first time.

"If you say so. But def keep me updated. I've always wanted to fight someone," Sam admits.

"Please don't do that," you urge her with a shake of your head.

"I just think it would be neat."

"And we're going to land in Los Angeles and stay there for a few days before driving up to North California so I'm sure I'll at least be used to his friends by then. And Matt's wife's going so it's not like I'm the only girl there."

"Just don't forget to bring me back something."

"I'll get you a keychain," you assure her, "maybe even two keychains. Bought at the airport right before I leave."

"No," she complains, "keychains are what you get an aunt you don't particularly like. Not me. I deserve like something very bougie and nice. Money does count here!"

"It's the thought that counts," you snip back, starting to put everything in the suitcase, leaving enough room to be able to bring back gifts. You were only going to be there for eight days. Not a week. That's what you kept telling yourself to limit the amount of clothes you packed.

"Not when your rockstar friend is paying your flight! Do tell me how first class is!"

"I think we're actually flying business class," you reply, "do you think I'll need a bathing suit?"

"Yes and take the one we got in Majorca! It's sexy. And not as faded as the pink one."

"No! I keep feeling like my tits are going to fall out in that one," you protest. "And my tits aren't even that big."

"Like I said, sexy."

"No."

Samantha grins, "and while you're at it, don't you dare take any m&s underwear or bras!"

"They're comfy and you can't beat the price at 10 pounds!" You still got those packs that came in plastic pouches anytime they were on sale.

"And what my mother wears."

Laughing, you reply, "You're terrible."

"I know," Sam grins, "and you love me for it. Just take the knickers I got you in paris."

"You mean what you made me get in paris. you were all like just come with me so I don't have to go alone . . .and then made me buy knickers along with you!"

Sam laughs, "the french are right about underwear. And you made me spend a whole day at the louvre. my legs were aching."

"I told you not to take heels."

Sam protests, "who needs an entire day at the louvre. You just need to get a selfie at the mona lisa and bounce. Everything else you can google. Or not care about. Just pick one."

"You were much happier clubbing."

"I'm always much happier clubbing," Sam states, especially ones where men buy me free drinks."

"No one ever buys me free drinks," you pout.

"That's because you come off too cool and confident while I look like an easy lay. . .which I am!"

You snort, laying down next to her, "just say I'm boring and move on."

"You're not," she assures you, "I'd be intimidated to approach you. Like woah thats a ten and I'm a toe."

You snigger, "I love you so much."

Samantha winks, "right back at you babe. Also who's leather jacket is that I'm spying in your closet."

You look over, already knowing the answer, "Alex let me borrow his jacket the other day. We met up after work and it got cold." You don't mean to blush, but you can feel your face heating up.

"Did he," Sam laughs. "How much do you think it'd sell for on ebay?"

"Shut up!"

#Alex Turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #Shadowplay #mine

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maree-ff · 4 years

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Pressure

CAMILA

“Ma…” I dragged my mother's name through vain as she spit questions at me left and right. She’s been on my ass ever since I confided in her about my pregnancy. It’s going on week twenty of my second trimester and life is kicking my ass. Our septic system needs to be replaced and I’m having major construction done to the house so I’m apartment hunting. Jessica offered to let the girls and I stay with her but I can’t. Adding two more children and a third adult into their household is a bit much. Amelia needs one on one attention and I need my personal space.

I spoke to Andre a few days ago, for thirty seconds and then he promised to call back but never did. Some of our calls get cut short and I get so irrationally sad that I end up crying myself to sleep. I’m losing my mind over Andre’s absence.

“Camila, stop whining and listen to me. You can be so terca at times. Just like tu papa. Have you asked Divya if you can stay with her?”

Grunting aloud so she can hear my frustration I dropped the house phone in my lap. Just then I heard my cell phone going off.

“No, because I found a place this morning. Mira, me tengo que ir, I’ll call you later.” Lying through my teeth I briskly hung up and answered my incoming call. “Hello?” I answered.

“You have one call from California State Prison. Do you accept the charges?” The machine spoke.

“I accept.” I said clearly. I listened for that signal to speak, grinning from ear to ear to hear his voice.

“I am so sorry, love. We had a quarantine and a lockdown at the same time which is why you haven’t heard from me.” He said in a rush.

“I’m just happy to hear your voice. Are you alright?” I questioned.

“Yeah baby I’m fine. How are you? Talk to me about everything.” His evenly paced breaths really solidified my peace of mind.

“Cuánto tiempo tenemos?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of not having enough time.

“That bad?” He quieted down telling me he’s not in a joking manner.

“Si. I’m having major work down to the house and I’m looking for a place to rent out for a while. On top of that, Zoe is sick again. This time I’m not sure what she caught and I’m scared to get sick and then pass it to the baby. But she’s been on one for five days now driving Kenny insane.” I explained.

“I’d give up everything to be taking care of you ladies. I’m sorry you all are going through so much. You’ve been taking it easy I hope.”

“Andre, sweetie I’m doing the best I can but it’s hard and I’m extremely worn out. These little girls give me a run for my money sometimes but I’ve learned to love that about them. Don’t get me wrong, they are so loving, caring, and kind-hearted but I’m tired.” I do the best I can to not whine to him about how difficult this situation is for me. Today, I can’t. I need to relieve some of this pressure.

“I can only imagine how this must be affecting you.” The silence that’s brooding between us gives me anxiety. “Camila, I am so sorry for splitting up this family. I will completely understand if you need to hate me. I will understand whatever decision you make regarding this difficult situation I’ve placed our family in. This is my fault.” His apologetic and never wanting to hurt me attitude is why I can’t seem to be upset for too long.

“You don’t need to apologize, go me. I just want you to know how I’m feeling. I don’t want you to ever question whether or not I can do this. I don’t want you to doubt my abilities as a mother either. There’s so much to adjust to. We miss you so much and I never want you to forget that.” Needing a deep breath in, I stood up and walked around the room. My sights fanned out over my belly, analyzing the growth of it.

“How far along are you?” He asked.

“Twenty weeks, second trimester. The baby has gotten so big. Zoe keeps addressing the baby as “he” because she’s confident that we have a boy coming into the family. I kinda feel like that too. Everyone else is thinking it’s a girl but I’m siding with Zoe all the way.” Talking about the baby gives me mixed feelings. There are times when I’m welcoming of the fact and other times I would trade the baby for Dre.

We can create life together as long as we’d like to but I can’t replace him. I just can’t.

“When are you coming back to see me?” I know for a fact this man has some sort of smile or smirk on his face.

“Whenever you want us too.” Our tones of voice indicate that he and I are on the same page.

He then says, “Tuesday, come visit on Tuesday. So...what’s the plan for today?”

I buzzed around again getting ready for the moving truck to come. “Packing up the small stuff and bringing it to our new place. I’ll show you pictures don’t worry. You should talk to the girls before you have to go..” covering the mouthpiece I called out for Kenja and Zoe.

Walking to the living room I found them sound asleep. Feet touching as usual.

“Camila, what's wrong?” Andre panicked.

Holding the phone up to my face again I smiled gently and said, “..nothing is wrong. The girls are knocked out on the couch. They look so cute. Damn, I wish they were up right now.”

Andre and I talked for a wholesome twenty-five minutes. The downside to this call is that I didn’t get to say ‘I love you too’ before the call dropped. The act triggered me and sent me into a frenzy. Lucky for me, my mom, dad, Dani and Matt came over. Not only to help me with the girls but also to help with the move.

Going to get the girls up and ready I attempted to get Zoe up first since she’s the lightest sleeper of us all.

“Levántate ya sweet pea, we have to move today.” Kissing her hairline I turned her over as she began to wake up.

“Mom, you talk to daddy? Yes?” She spit out without hesitation.

“Yes I talked to him. He loves you and he can’t wait to see you and your sister. Did you have a good nap mi amor?” Wiping the drool off of her cheek I moved over to Kenja knowing this would be a tad more difficult. “Come on nena, levántate ya por favor.”

Kenja began to squirm and ultimately frowned at me once she had her eyes fully opened up. “Eres muy ruidoso, mom!” She exclaimed.

“Cuidado, Evelyn. We don’t have time for this now, get up and get moving. Ahora.” Following behind and guiding them to their rooms, I got them ready together. By the time I finished with the girls the trucks had arrived. I traded places with my mom so she could get the girls into her car while I stand aside to supervise everything.

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“Urgh my goodness, my body hurts so much. This poor baby has been going at my back relentlessly for hours.” Working through the knot in my lower back I ran my free hand across my belly.

My mom stopped fanning herself to stare at me.

“Ay! Que estás mirando?”

“You’re acknowledging my grandchild again. Some days I fear you have evil thoughts about this bundle of joy because Andre is not present. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror and ay bendito it makes me so sad. But this is your baby and your body. I just don’t want you to forget, usted tiene ayuda Camila.”

My mom prayed over the baby and I, and quietly exited the room. “Tienen hambre nenas?” She joyously sang.

Rising from the bed I walked to the window, drawing the shades up. The view from this floor is breathtaking. I haven’t seen this type of view in a while. Watching the city below seems slowed down and so far away.

“You’d love this place..” I whispered aloud. Gliding both palms over my belly I thought about our last visitation. I dreamt of the last night Andre romanced me and ultimately impregnated me. This baby is so much more special than I gave him or her credit for. My fears and anxiety have pushed me too far. Our child is a blessing through the turmoil. I need this baby as a symbol for hope and love.

This bundle of joy and innocence deserves some attention and care. I could never imagine allowing Andre to discover the evil thoughts I’ve dreamt up like my mom mentioned.

“I love you so much and I’m so sorry for not treating you better. This is a very difficult time for our familia pero it’s no excuse for my love..” looking down at my baby bump I smiled at the sight of my bare skin housing my unborn baby. “I’ll get myself together and take care of you the way you deserve. Con amor y respeto.”

“Mommy, Papi is calling! Come on!” Kenja and Zoe yelled, blending their voices together.

Hurrying out of the room I leveled out my tank top and threw my hands up. “Nenas, we can’t be as loud as we used to be at the house okay? This place is much smaller and we have neighbors close by.” I informed them.

“Okay, we’re sorry. Talk to daddy.” Zoe shoved the phone to my ear where I could hear Andre speaking but to someone else.

“Andre?”

“I’m here baby. Listen I’m so sorry for the noise but these n diggas won’t leave me the fuck alone. How are you? How was the move?” He quizzed.

“It went good. I’m more exhausted now than I was earlier but I can’t complain about much else. I love you papa but I want you to talk to the girls since you weren’t able to earlier.” I listened to his return of adoration and affection, handing my phone back to the girls. “Ma, you’re more than welcome to stay.” I said, meeting her in the kitchen.

She smirks and giggles knowing damn well I need her to stay with us tonight. “You can count on that. What are we cooking?”

Rubbing my belly again just to hear my mother laugh I laid out all of my plans for dinner and dessert. Our first night in this condo will be an adjustment as will the remainder of our time here.

Mom and I watched the girls load up on two full portions of dinner, still crying for more. After our familial debate my mom volunteered to bathe the kids while I put the remainder of the food away and cleaned the kitchen.

“Nana, can you stay and help mom? She won’t rest. And she’s super tired.” I heard Zoe say over the sound of Kenja laughing and splashing around in the tub.

Quietly I set the pots and pans down to hone in on their little talk. Wiping my hands dry, I inched closer to the doorway of their bedroom.

“Of course I will nena. I’m here to help mommy and you girls as long as I need to. That’s what I’m here for.” My mom said, smiling through her words I can tell.

“I miss daddy..” Kenja settled down and finally spoke up. My heart split down the middle at her confession. Her speaking on her father’s absence sounds different then the other ‘i miss him’ confessions.

“Yo sé mamita. I miss him también y I know mom does too. Your dad being gone is difficult on us all. And I’m sure that you girls have questions about why he’s gone and when he will be home..si?” The hope and serenity in my moms voice gives me hope that this tough time will get easier. Or at least we will all come to terms with Andre being away and make the best out of our unfortunate situation.

“Yes.” The girls said together. “When will he come home? He has to care for mommy and baby brother before it’s too late!” Kenja exclaimed.

“Ay, tranquila Evelyn. It’s late and that’s no way to speak to tu abuelita. I know and mom knows how much you girls miss your dad. We have to be patient and stay positive. I need you both to be supportive of your mom and tu papa. Don’t give mom a hard time ok? Take it easy on her. With your baby brother or sister still baking, your mom needs you both to take care of her. Come on, let’s get dressed for bed now.”

Leaning back against the wall I looked around our temporary living quarters in amazement. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would be stepping back into the shoes of being a solo parent. I have this urge to cry but I feel selfish for even wanting to. Deciding against being emotional I forced my way back to the dishes to finish up here for the night.

Once I had my own bath taken and I got dressed for bed I stretched out. The echoes of silence in this room and the loneliness of laying in bed alone is still foreign. I hope I don’t get used to this but I’m afraid I may have to. Turning over to face away from the window I snuggled the body pillow covered by Andre’s favorite sweatshirt.

I miss the tips of his fingers massaging my scalp. I miss his natural body heat to keep me warm throughout the night. I miss the combination of his soap and the girls knocking me into a blissful sleep. I close my eyes to reminisce on the sound of him speaking softly into my ear about his innermost thoughts. A slight grin bestowed upon my face pretending to feel his lips on my skin, melting me to the core.

“I pray that you’re alright my love. And I pray that you miss me nearly as much as I miss you.” I muttered to myself. Clutching the pillow a bit tighter I tuned out the rainfall and the scary images in mind to dream of our reunion.

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Hitorie’s various antics + bonus bursts of trivia - Mid June-July 2019

I’ll begin this long digest with news of ygarshy’s recent involvements! Because he has been dipping his toes into a few pools of waters and his bass is *chef’s kiss* precious.

It’s been disclosed that he played for the song ‘Shadow Tag’ on Ken Kamikita’s new album! Kamikita is a singer songwriter, also once known as KK, who belches out vivid vocals from his diaphragm while the substructure of skilled technique is there as instrumentals, holding it together sturdy. His songs are very thought-provoking alone, yet music isn’t his only reign as he writes scripts for his shows, he puts careful consideration into his visuals: and abracadabra! ygarshy is continuing to be supporting Wasureranne yo with concerts for the summer.Concurrent reports consist of ygarshy smiling, poker facing to hide his smile, yet his smile seeping out because of Shibata’s noble passion for music. Shibata will do risqué shouts or gatling release the word "sex" out of his mouth, when which yg will subtly sip his water in a means to dodge, or just knifesharp glare at him. I love these drunken bards. Wasureranee yo's twitter posts clips of them performing after ever show also!

Also Wasurerannee yo with The 50 Kaitenz↑ good. June 8th was the Kankaku Pierrot x Hitorie concert, which was originally meant to be a joint show for their tour, yet was now turned into a jamboree of respects and thunder... Rie themselves were unable to attend yet Kan-ero nevertheless performed a cover of Ao, Polaris, and clenched a spiritual presence...! The cover of Ao is a tear trenchcoat I'm a trench of water... Kan-ero so good...

I was finally able to tell Shinoda-san that “These lyrics are way too long.”. For the sake of today I had to spend the whole week sleeping on the couch, as my bed is practically buried by all the alphabet He wrote, yet still I simply want to thank him for leaving us with so many words. They’re really all so cool. I’m sorry for being unable to sing them well. Let’s meet up again soon. The photo shows a large cloth-covered bed-like surface strewn with printout papers of World End Dancehall, Montage Girl, Imperfection, and Senseless Wonder lyrics.... Because..... The setlist for Village Man’s Store’s concert on 6/13 went like this. 1. Senseless Wonder 5. Montage Girl 7. Imperfection 13. Ao Encore 1: World’s End Dancehall

Thanks for coming to our show, “The Holy Land Pilgrimage - Village Man’s Store VS Hitorie”! Utmost love and gratitude goes out to Hitorie and all of you who made this day possible. P.S. Hitorie, cheers to doing even more with you in the future. From vocalist: Mizuno Gii. Mizugi “I sent Shinoda-san a LINE message reading “I'm going to be playing this song and this song and this song and~~... at the next show”. And normally right, you’d think someone’d reply “Sorry ‘bout making you do this” right? Yet Shinoda replied “Why’re you doin’ that many lololol” Han (drummer): “He laughed at you" After all is said and done, have y'all properly purchased 'Tsuiraku, Kurushiku wa Lucky Strike’ yet or what. It’s fire isn’t it

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((I hate(love) how Mizugi has (14 years old pun) in his profile, (63 years old) in this MV while dressing up as a slanky old man, and is actually 31 years old.)

When is the rain going to stoppp

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There's a lot of people who dislike Weezer's Green Album but I like Green Album Is it cause the music takes such a different turn? Reply from Saito Shinya, the vocalist and producer of ONIGAWARA: The drums suddenly neatened up so it hit by surprise. Also Matt Sharp left. SND: Ahhh so it’s because of Matt Saito: Fans of their first-second album’s more squishy sound went into denial I think

I can’t believe 'Sayonara Dake ga Jinsei da' isn’t here *The late 90's band 'Eastern Youth’ has uploaded the majority of their discography unto music streaming sites. Except for the niche EP which SND is fond of, but all their albums are cool so zipper your lips and open your eyes shuuush!

Is Tanktop Shoutai's new video out yet They're a posse of blurred out faces with burlesque bases. Their current series is one where they dress up as Yugioh characters, roleplay them with accurate voices and cult-like enthusiasm, before the instigation of the series’ famous ~Shadow Games~ together. Which are all uhh, epic card games, yeah, like tabletop Jenga or or Mariomaker or electric Russian roulette, pick them up like they’re Kuribos. It’s a riot.

I’m sure I’ve said this for the umpteenth time now but, my favorite album from syrup16g is “delayed" syrup16g are an indie band who began in 1993 and keep resurging again to pop off. With performances in Budoukan and high Oricon points on their back. This pivotal album of theres is mellow with whimpering instruments and ephemeral sounding visuals and it's really nice, thank you SND.

Media outlets have been making misleading headlines like “A manga opposing the legalization of euthanasia”, and I bet there’s a lot of people are blindly dissing Death Harassment now Death Harassment is a comic written by Yoshida Yori, challenging the problems which could come with euthanasia, and a society which might pressure departure unto the unwilling. Euthanasia has been becoming a uproarious subject in Japan, ever since a woman fled to Sweden because she suffered brain diseases, and wanted to die while still preserving her sanity and dignity. People are now starting to welcome the prospect and yearn for a mercy fate but, please consider the demerits and the demoralization also, is the message. I translated the comic for fun also here.

This evening as I was eating soba alone, in front of me were a middle-aged couple throwing curses at each other with sullied mouths, but by the time I finished my soba they were smiling together. I think that’s perfectly peachy. That reminds me, I ate 4 whole eggs today. I think I ate too much.

My habit of getting the urge to play with people only at this time of the day, is really bad. Posted at 3 AM JST.

Yumao, also at 3~ AM JST. Bubble milk tea for sensible people has been gaining traction on twitter but, the fact that it's not Chinese tea milk tea is the nonsense to me. There was a post about purchasing uncooked tapioca pearls at a Seijou Ishii (an exotic super market chain), and putting them inside of a convenience store bought bottle of cheap tea. Budget bubble tea. In regards to Yumao’s comment, the Chinese oolong tea is such a standard I’m assuming he’s referring to that. Is this more flavor wars, the civil wars over various flavors of integrated foods from equal or same brands is rampant throughout Japan’s domestic history. It’s kinoko VS. takenoko etc. Why such fervor over flavor YUMA

I gotta buy toothpaste I can’t sleep whatsoever so I thought if I drank I would get sleepy but I drank and it’s somehow backfired by revitalizing me so now I got no idea what the fuck to do, I’m screwed I’m screwed I know that feeling when your stomach is in a frenzy, too well

I haven’t heard the term “moe” used in a while I kinda want to go heavy on it now Replies: "Shinoda you’re moe” “Shimoeda” “Your expression when you got kicked was so moe" (He was kicked by yg during SLEEPWALK ref: the 6/1 report)” “The term moe technically d- (*The definition copypasta-ed from wikipedia*).” Within a split second replies have already turned into hell so I’m putting the lid back on moe, please forgive me Damn it’s hot.

I saw Tokyo Syoki Syodo in concert for my first time today. It was the best. I seriously thought I was gonna burst into tears. It might be a long time since I was last this excited to see a band live - it's been a long time since I even saw a concert live but still,,, I was surprised by how much of the lyrics to Saisei Button I subconsciously remembered. It just shows that Tokyo Syoki Syodo's songs are that good. They are a group who indulge in the typicality of cutesy culture, instagram filters, sparkling make-up, and all while flexing the power to whack you with whamming hard rock. He mentioned them again in his June 9th twitcast also, calling them natural and epiphanic to how bands can just be just as they are. I have no doubts that this is my top-played song these past few months. This is my anthem. -Saisei Rock, their most recent music video, check it out! I don’t even know how many years I’ve lived at this point but it’s not commonplace to find a song this great.

This example will only be understood by super like-minded folk, but I haven’t felt this way since I got obsessed with Sakasama Cider.

He’s expressed countless times how much he likes this song and the artist, Gucha Gucha's, Though the story behind SND’s partiality may be ultimately uncertain, it can be easily understood from one listen. The guitarist and cofounder of the Gucha Gucha’s, Shimoyaka, borrowed Shinoda’s guitar for their first live. Chikyuu Monogatari chapter 3 uses Shimoyaka as a model. Shimoyaka has posted porn on forums, getting banned from youtube, he was on a team with infamous Shotacon Kurage, here’s SND’s cover of Sakasama Cider playing over the team, nowadays he does retro~modern gaming livestreams or his own cooking episodes because he got kicked off a cooking show, he slipped at the Niconico Douga Game Party, he’s videos are quite civil now though Shinoda even joined him for a stream and is watching them often. Shinoda on the July 9th live said not verbatim “When I heard Sakasama Cider and ‘Sad Delay-chan’’ live, I was amazed by Shimoyaka that he can actually make good songs. Justice doesn’t have to be one-sided~ Gucha Gucha’s are unrefined and shitty and helpless, but then they bounce back up with a sudden good song and it’s irresistible. I’m always yearning to meet those sort of exciting experiences.

We are people who clench our fists until our palms are red with blood, and we keep going on singing. Though we tend to forget it

Happy birthday ygarshy!! ygarshy's birthday is on June 17th and I hope you celebrated. SND’s birthday is also on June 6th. And I Hope. If not they can still be celebrated 365/24. Because even SND had proceeded to tweet these words of celebration at…. 12 o’ clock AM June 18th. Right when the clock changed!!

Look at this simultaneous trickery. Then Yumao RT-ed them both. I love you Rie… I love you so much...

I liked when Brocken Jr. was hit by Prisman's rainbow shower and super fucking glowed. (Timestamp 1:38) Also Mariposa’s victory pose was freakish-, ly cool (Timestamp 3:14) Kinnikuman is branded as Ultimate Muscle foreignly, if you recognize it! This youtube video is is a short promo reel celebrating the 40th anniversary of the series, Yudetamago has been in it for the long haul and is well honored by the lords of the wrestlers.

Wooooooooooah

I wanna eat a negitoro bowl Raw tuna and scallions plomped on top of a bowl of rice The special issue of Kinnikuman, I didn’t think it would put me on the verge of tears like this. Chairman takes way too many goods to the table. Plus everyone is cheerfully chit-chatting about how absolutely maniacal of a character Robin Mask is. Robin Mask really is one loony mister. Most characters are weirdos on thin ice but Robin Mask is in a whole different league of weirdo so,,, Also for the 40th anniversary, an original episode was spotlighted in the 29th issue of Shounen Jump magazine. and taken for another spin! Chairman, AKA Harabote Muscle, had an emotional arc in it too. Robin Mask I'm guessing is as rambunctiously malicious as ever in it.

The final episode of Sarazanmai had me bawling like a baby.

A photo of the possession of Kinnikuman -Supermen Dictionary-.

futurrrrrrrreee funnnnnnnnnnnk

I spent about 4 hours dancing alone in the club I am a party person Party people(パリピ is just ENG articulated into JP)* is a slang which means just that. It’s believed to have been originally popularized by a song called Let’s Party People from Illmania. Since then it’s curved to hold different nuances for all kinds of different people also. It can indicate ‘avid partygoers' or ’normies’ or it can just be for people who’re having a good time.

Puuuuuuussssshhhh! An issue of 100M, an upcoming shounen manga by the author Uoto. It's bout a runner who’s world revolves around his sport and nothing other, who then meets a boy who runs only to forget the troubles of the rest of the world. The story spurts off from there. 笑顔いっぱい！ https://youtu.be/QXuGweSMxUI @YouTubeさんからときめきメモリアル　キャラソング【おサカナになりたい～1000wに願いを～】～虹野沙希～（TokimekiMemorial music） https://youtu.be/rV16KgKKUi8 @YouTubeさんから YUNG BAE - Fly With Me https://youtu.be/BWgQvj0Nd_U @YouTubeさんから TenmaTenma - September https://youtu.be/6VsJgk5Qw6s @YouTubeさんから ~~~A slew of various song recommendations~~~

People that're posting pics of ramen while talking about being on a vegan diet, and people who gang up on them both, aren't they all becoming a clusterfuck of boringness without even heed to their actions

People who were peacefully posting their favorite music until suddenly bursting blustery onto the net, ain’t that the definition of emotional instability SND are you heeding your own actions Seven-eleven when are you gonna sell microwavable mugimeshi (rice with boiled barley mixed in) Task-san (a trusty companion of all of Rie’s, and an even more lovable animator who runs most of Minaken): *Replied to SND with a photo of Seveneleven brand microwavable mugimeshi* SND: So they do have it

As I was frying some fried eggs, it hit me, people who heedlessly throw heavy words at other people tend not to let anyone else complain about the heavy weights they themselves may put onto other people huh.. But actually that’s not necessarily true so whatever

I just recently caught up with Murata-sensei’s version of One-Punch Man but, thanks to the insanity of the quality level, Tatsumaki has gotten so sexy I burst out laughing See: ONE VS. Yusuke Murata

Clever folks, I’m positive you could figure out who my favorite One Punch Man characters are. There’s two of them. The answer is King and Unlicensed Rider Oops there’s Zombieman too

I’ve noticed that washing ashtrays squeaky clean seems to put me in a better mood The Marías - Cariño youtu.be/QHVp9xiUr9U @YouTubeさんから The Marias are soo good The 3 monkies game, the host is so cockeyed that I’m laughing out loud I think he’s talking about サルヂエ(Sarudie), a quiz show about 3 people donned in hyper-realistic monkey attire, overseeing the “homo sapiens” as they try to solve unique questions. Which are usually twists on daily life concepts, find the difference, or digesting puns on pop culture. The word Sarudie(猿知恵) itself refers to something which seems profound but is actually simple and shallow, like monkey business etc, and the hosts are spoofs of The Three Wise Monkeys, while they hooked in a lot of famous figures to be the quiz undertakers. I want the DVDs. Though if SND is talking about a different 3 monkey game then I’m oopsie-doopsie. I heard a voice for the first time in a while

I can feel my manga-artist muscles crippling

nico.ms/sm35308083?ref… #sm35308083 #ニコニコ動画 It’s here!!!!!!!!!! Ref his tweet from earlier 'Is Tanktop Shoutai's new video out yet’. So if any youtuber works with a band on a music video then everyone’s going to assume they’re Starmie next I guess A recent cause of discourse was the twitter account A Starmie Who Wants to Quit My Band(@shhf9kr)*. It originally was suspected of being the side-account of KANA-BOOM's bassist, Meshida, due to the timing of the account's appearance and the unsettling content. Meshida had gone missing for about a week’s time, much to relief he’s returned home, but upon return he’s now taking a break from the band to heal from pressure/anxiety… Which is a huge worry in itself (On top of Alexandros’ drummer going on hiatus because of physical issues and then MONGOL800.....) though for now we only have the power ease his soul.. BUT ANYWAY - This Starmie twitter account tweeted “I’m so far gone with band work that I’ve devolved into a Starmie. ~~~~ I feel so disgusting.” on the exact same date as the dilemma. As the situation progressed the details Starmie revealed about financial problems and wage didn’t match up with KANA-BOOM, so they’ve continued to suspected to be SEKAI NO OWARI, now signing salient as someone named Ishihidari from BASEMENT TIMES, the writer of a snazzy sassy J-Rock blog and band of that same name. Shinoda here is a direct reaction to Starmie’s recent tweet under the lines of “I hate having to work with a youtuber.” Yeah SND you're 100% right, it's now on the radars of us curious critters. Why is the J-rock scene such a pain hoho. I bought new shorts but it’s chilly out today so I’m in a sort of pickle

I tried out lo-fi hiphop style for a change of pace and I ended up making songs I get to feel like I’ve done good work as easy as fast-food, lo-fi hiphop is good Maybe this is fine, we have flowers here (The word in the insta video means "to hide from the rain")

I don’t wanna add screentones

He used a southern accent on this, unlike his usual slurry casual city boy tone. I notice that southern JP seems to simplify the connotation of tone by omitting certain sounds or replacing them with vowels and then they’ll proceed to make the whole phrase more musical, it’s like ending your sentences with a “~” but it’s a whole accent done that way~ vowels are cute, gimme more~ Or maybe not idk It’s a hardship to even work on my manga because of my back pains, people who’ve actually wrecked their back must go through serious hell Kobayashi Doumu (*ref: later in this post): *sends SND a photo of himself hospitalized with crutches and bandages for his back* I was watching Kura-kyun’s stream but, does that guy actually still live in Aichi…? This seems like a rabbit hole I don’t want to dip my toes so I’ll take a step back but… Shotacon Kurage is a long time streamer who seems to get up to a lot of unfavorable antics. のどちんこって呼び名、いくらなんでもメチャクチャ過ぎないか No matter how you put it, isn’t the nickname “throat schlong” just a little too messed up Kids super often call the uvula part of the mouth by that nickname I don’t like the rain because I can’t go out drinking

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One mustn’t slack off on their self-care The drawing says “Shoulder pains”.

シノダ「地球物語 35話 – BABYBABYの夢 – 」 | MEETIA After a 2 month break period, the 35th issue has been topped off. It’s full of all the ideas and memes I’ve accumulated over the whole 2 month span, so please if you may, take it easy on me. And please give it a read. Shinoda “Chikyuu Monogatari: Chapter 35 - Dreams of BABYBABY - meetia.net/manga/shinoda-… #meetia

Shiohigari, fantastic artist of 1 panel light-heavyhearted gags, girls who share their feelings and a Picasso-esque mascot named after himself. He also happens to share many interests with SND and a decade-long historic friendship with him: That part there, that’s the Robin Mask moment! During the Survivor Match for the Kinniku Throne Arc, the match against Kinnikuman Zebra and Parthenon! SND: I’ve been exposed Trivia: ●The title "Dreams of BABYBABY” is a reference to the song by TANUKI of the same name. SND’s interest in future funk grows. ●The Chikyuu Monogatari chapter has a parallel to a Kinnikuman scene. When that manga went on hiatus for 3 months due to an illness of the author's, right in the middle of a fight scene's cliffhanger, he returned and doubled-down on it. By making the characters do this:

And SND’s comic has this parallel:

“Wake up!” “Please excuse me. How could I not get sleepy after being left here for 2 months….”“Are we allowed to say this stuff, I’m sorry Yudetamago-sensei.” ●Please keep having fun Shinoda-sensei.

I made 10 lo-fi hiphop songs *They’re magnificent and they’re incoming, check his Instagram for the ongoing bonanza! https://www.instagram.com/snd_vs_snd/ Laundry is so draining Harassment sentences are going to such extremes that now it’s as if they’re the one’s doing the harassment meow, said the kitten who’s sleeping next to me There’s not actually any kitten sleeping next to me: it’s the imaginary friends in my head

What an article. Don’t be releasing things like this into the world. Do they have no dignity, mishandling words while trying to write about the subject of words. Emo, in terms of usage and genre, has especially been through a lot of change. But upholding only the era you lived in and then proceeding to feel nostalgia and begrudging the next generation for being different is amazing in itself, not to mention their absolute subjectivity combined with presumptuous usage of “Us”.

Or, so had spoke the kitten sleeping next to me... In reference to his retweet of this article: https://letters-to-you.life/emoi It’s a petty, convoluted text rebuking the masses for a simplicity and resisting the implacable evolution of language. The word “emoi” in Japan (which is super equivalent to the English "emo") is transforming from not only the emo band subculture or a descriptive of emotional experiences, but also to mean the likes of an adjective for any emotion-evoker and the author is uhhh conservative. Let us get emotional over things!! wowawa lived through all the evolution also and he’s still an enthusiastic user of all definitions of “emo” too...

I’ve been cooking nukaduke at home recently and all I have to say is that home-cooked nukaduke is the best.

Trivia: Yumao lives together with his super duper saikou cool mother, Yurika.

My nukaduke paste is getting better and better, and the pickles I’m making are amazing. I need to consider cutting back on the salt a bit though.

Ah nukaduke is emo

Yumao has nowset his location to nukaduke, hunger ensues

Kobayashi Doom congrats on a good run & Congrats on the new issue #SupportForLet’sMeal

The picture shown is SND’s face was drawn in the background of Meshi ni Shimashou(Let’s have some food!), a manga by Kobayashi Doom. It’s a story which digs into the lives of a a manga artist and her assistant, who bask in the dying embryos of production and then cook meals with crazy twists or gimmicks to restore their “MP”. There’s an official sneak-peak preview of it here! It’s only available in JP though… If you like the look of it please feel free to yell at your local manga provider to officially translate it, Kobayashi Doom is someone SND is so undeniably influenced by. Especially their series Negi nee-san. A webcomic about a surreal girl drowned in surreal antics. It’s usually rooted in nonsense and that’s the grandest appeal. The visuals consist of copy-pasted collages, intricate professional art dynamics, cute girls, to stoic jokes such as “’seven eleven is an integer so seven & I is a complex number” and mostly references to mathematics or science or Jojo. The most parroted one is “Yes” “Not yes”. Also worthy of mention is that things resembling Negi-neesan’s various nameless beasts will show up as backdrop etc. in SND’s manga Chikyuu Monogatari. And most importantly here, there’s even a comic about Shinoda on that link, with the Let’s Meal characters! It reads: Madare ”Who's that?" Omega "From the band 'Hitorie',His name is Shinoda and he seems to be a zealous fan of mine, (sign reads: zealous whatever food hall) He told me he wants me to experience his recent works so he sent me the mp3"Madare “Ooh Isn’t Hitorie that [insert amazing praise here]“. Omega “Look, he’s even wearing a Negi-T (Negi-nee-san’s surreal brand) in this video” (Reference: In the Talkie Dance MV he wears this one) Woah　Click-click Omega “So now, I’ve listened to it 100 times but in sheer honesty I don’t know anything about rock besides the band Ningen Isu so I thought I’d use this comic as an equivalent of an answer to him, a sort of "guess my feelings" quiz. Madare “I see you're popping your conman skill again. (You’ve even beaten me with that skill before )” “I’ve been eavesdropping. Time to cook a meal and get together with him” Omega “I like it." *The chorus lyrics to Hitorie's NAI from ai/SOlate are written on the top left corner, Kobayashi Doumu on the right, and the beastly text written next to the youkai-looking Shinoda in slide one I believe is an feisty ateji encrypting ‘For Shinoda’. SND replied to that comic too! Saying “Even insane miracles can happen huh, Doom-sensei thank you so much!! No this is seriously sick, wtf…." Q.E.D. Kobayashi Doom is strangely important for SND’s character development.

This isn’t specifically concurrent with my current feelings but The text on the video reads “I like you I like you!l I snuck a glance at myself in the mirror and my back has a hunch far worse than I even imagined SND’s RT: ONE BY ONE RECORDS, the indies label, is hanging up the hat after 12 years of service…. Ahhhh… Congrats and good luck on future ventures oh employees.. Key to this article is the band, JONNY. A Weezer cover/original group of which, a certain familiar chestnut-headed rock hero played for. I’ll save the stories of the explorations into that beloved dark past dungeon for another day but, yes, click that link and you’ll see, that glasses fella is a young Shinoda in the flesh. I woke up in the middle of the night. Have a listen to this if you plan to go to bed anytime soon. instagram.com/p/BzV23p6HpRl/… Written on the drawing is “Poyashimi”, which simply means “Oyasumi (Good night)". It was originally just a misspell due to “O” and “P” being so close on standard keyboards but, it’s cute so it’s been adopted in it’s own rights. Can been paired with “Pokita (= Okita = I just woke up)” in the morning. Cute. I wanna go to the beach instagram.com/p/BzawsWGHaGg/…

I wrote MUNEYAKE but I myself don’t have any muneyake heartburn, that’s all there is to it I couldn’t make the bubble tea visible without making the emblem on the hat invisible, and just fought a weird-ass battle with this https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzh7fqRnkBQ/?igshid=1hmx49pswt6ns … “Yasumi" means like “take a breather"

I recorded drums for Sasaki Sayaka’s song, the ending theme for 'Ultraman Taiga’. I used a big and powerful setup for this. The broadcasts start on 7/6. I can’t wait. Also Taro's son is crazy. Ultraman Taro's son is the main character of this new spinoff tokusatsu series! The ending song is called “Hitotsubishi” and will premiere along the first episode, I’ll update this if an official video arrives later, so we can listen to it! I watched the first episode of Taiga, I’m think I’m gonna cry.

This morning a drunken me slipped while walking down the stairs, and turned into the Kinnikuman side of the Kinniku-Buster. My butt hurts. Smack down on the floor, legs aflight.

colormal’s concert was downright fantastic, everybody listen to colormal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJ83BZ_BIHA&feature=youtu.be

colormal, a galvanized nerd who turned his hobby into a hopping constitution for his livelihood, his quest for the alternative rock. He makes music alone and he’s namely even inspired by Shinoda’s past solo project “cakebox”. He’s bound to mention a cakebox song in his interviews, on top of a whopping list of other western or indie bands. His music itself has flows of climaxes into unfluctuating concord and it’s either guitar or guitar with pretty effects and I enjoy it SND. His filling bassist, Matsuyama, was even thrilled! https://twitter.com/mtymJb/status/1147537998898069504

My body isn’t able to finish even the small size ramen with full toppings. “Mashi” is a trademark menu option of the chain Ramen Jiro. It’s under the lines of “Pile it up”. You can choose to pile up a bit of everything like Shinoda seems to, or you can choose from specific topping such as veggies or meats. If you ever go into such a ramen shop, try shouting “yasai mashi mashi!” or “buta mashi mashi!” for a heap of piggie.

Tokyo Shoegazer are definite They’re an indies band who had a concert in Shinjuku that day! One of their most recent tweets draws my attention 👀 The wheat and grated yam beef meal at Yoshinoya is delectable but, the sign says the large rice portion and refills are given for free until 11 PM, but when I go there’s a fee on the large portion, how am I supposed to interpret this Reply: I work at Yoshinoya but the free portions and refills is a recent offer, the menus just haven’t been reprinted to represent it… The meal packages generally all have free refills and large rice portions. Shinoda: Thank you. Ref: their ENG menu. Feel free to use this information if you ever get the chance to go to a Yoshidora!!(?) SWEET https://www.instagram.com/p/Bznm6DTH-Gs/ I want to see Siamese Cats live They’re a definite J-rock band who have tinges of psychedelic and a sort of 80’s pop style to their music. They had an outdoor show the day before SND tweeted this, but they also have a 10th Year Anniversary Celebration concert this December. SND GO! Siamese Cats - Escape Eve (Official Video) 2018　　シャムキャッツ - 逃亡前夜 https://youtu.be/5Jtd5nmI0Fc

salad days was on Amazon Prime so I gave it a gander but it was really fucking good. The walking alone Straight Edge scene or at the beginning when everyone was partying together until strange people starting flooding in one by one and the safety of the concert went downhill Or how the terminology “emocore” doesn’t resonate at all with people who were directly associated with it at the outset.

The fact that controversy which we’re still having today has existed since the 80’s is an astonishment  Also once the Smells Like~ MV wrought the knowledge of crowd-surfing (stage-diving) upon the world, and then the crowd became a flood of stage-divers so much that Fugazi lost his temper, that scene was so good

The joint show with Trouble Funk, when they were reflecting on what became the final Minor Threat show, everyone was vocalizing the horrors, the turmoil of it, yet I laughed when only Ian said it wasn’t that bad

Not disregarding how these types of issues really did exist those days, ultimately the concerts and their music really are awesome, the energy and thrill everyone held was amazing

Formidable figures such as Thurston Moore and Dave Grohl are shown looking back on the past, and then pops in J Mascis with such batshit indifference that I laughed again  Why does Ian MacKaye not have a Japanese wiki page If it draws your attention here’s the link!:https://www.amazon.com/Salad-Days-Fred-Armisen/dp/B01MAV0YAH I’m not specifically feeling emo https://www.instagram.com/p/BzqVd4wnaOX/?igshid=nhnyzm9vipdi …“emoi”

#ヒトリエ #hitorie #long post #Shinoda played violin in the twitcast yesterday how do I report on this #SHINODA VIOLIN

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sabbywrites · 5 years

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strange intimacy

Fandom: Pokémon

Pairing: Reader/Original Male Character

Rating: Explicit

Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Coerced Sex, Sexual Manipulation, DubCon (not really? but I’m tagging just in case), Unprotected Sex, Non-Consensual Photography, Unhealthy Relationships, Choking

A/N: Uh, hi. So this started as a joke for an OC I have-- Matt, the Pokémart employee. He looks the exact same as the other Pokémart employees, but he’s a sociopath who commits tax fraud and arson in his spare time while also just being a general menace to society. This was originally written for my discord server, but I didn’t mind how it turned out so I’m posting it here-- it’s been a while since I’ve posted explicit content. Read after the cut, or on Ao3.

The sky rains down on you like a bucket of water upturned over your head; merciless, endless sheets of water that plaster every garment you own to your skin, flattening your hair and making your Pokédex crackle a little dangerously. You hunch over it as you all but barrel into the doors of the pokémon center, drenching the linoleum floor immediately with the amount of liquid dripping from your skirt. The Nurse Joy stationed there exclaims immediately upon your arrival.

“Oh my! Here, let me take your pokémon!”

You let her, numbly thankful for her help given the fact that it’s easily three in the morning at this point, though your vision is too water-blurred for a moment for you to make out the time on the center’s lone clock. There’s nobody in the lobby, at least, which tells you all you really need to know; any sane trainer has gone to bed at this point, or at least taken shelter from the vicious storm. Thunder rumbles overhead, muffled by the ceiling well enough.

There’s a strange electricity in the room that isn’t born from lightning. You have a vague clue as to what it is, though hold off on confirming your suspicions until you rub at your eyes to clear your vision. You can feel your mascara flake and clump under your skin, but the aching in your legs and spine take up all the care you could’ve used towards your appearance.

When you pull your hands down, you see him.

It’s not a surprise, nor does it cause your heart to clench or flip or butterflies to erupt in your stomach— but it does raise the hairs on your arms slightly, despite the heavy dousing of water that had plastered them down. The goosebumps on your calves are not born from the cold as you squint your eyes, sparing what you hope is an unimpressed look at the Pokémart employee currently looking at you with his chin propped in his hand, supported by the counter. He looks smug, but you’ve rarely seen him greet you without some sort of unearned superiority.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. You wring your hair out, not even sparing a glance to the clearly displeased Nurse Joy as she places your pokémon onto the platform. Satisfied that you look slightly less hopeless than you did a moment ago, you drag your aching body over to the counter.

“Nice tits,” is what you’re greeted with, his eyes zeroed in on the way your white shirt clings to you. If it had been anyone else, you might’ve been slightly disgusted at the comment.

“Working on a Saturday night, huh?” You say, keeping your tone as bored as possible. One of his eyebrows immediately twitches. “Looks like you have a booming social life.”

The smug expression drops. Of course. You can almost hear his teeth grit together.

“Some of us have actual jobs, instead of chasing preteen dreams. You finally manage to beat a trial yet?” He says. Ouch. That one stings a little, but you don’t let it show. He’s a shark, sniffing out pricks of insecurity like a drop of blood in the ocean.

“I’ll take thirty hyper potions.” You say instead. Your legs ache a little more than they did a moment ago, and you turn over your shoulder as Matt stoops down to grab a box of potions with an irritated gumble. “You have any empty rooms available?”

The nurse jumps a little at your question, then presses her lips together and shakes her head. “N-no, unfortunately, but the center on Route three—”

“I got a bed you can sleep in.” Matt cuts her off without a care in the world. He stands back up, tall as all fuck, slamming the box of potions down on the counter and ripping open one side so he can start to count them.

You tilt your head. “You do?”

“Yeah. Some of us pick professions that allow us to own houses.” He says, another jab at your failed trainer dream. You don’t even bother standing up for your decisions. “I live on route nine, ain’t a far walk.”

You look at him for a long moment. The blue of his eyes matches his apron perfectly.

“What’s the catch?”

“Well,” he says, scanning the potions and bagging them with a peculiar viciousness, “you’ll have to fuck me for it.”

You raise a brow. “That’s prostitution, and it’s illegal in Alola.”

“Does it look like I give a shit about what’s legal or not?”

“Not particularly,” you begin, “but you haven’t been this overt in a long time. Not since high school.”

“What can I say?” He laughs once, humorlessly, and it sounds more like a hiss through his still-gritted teeth than anything else, “I’ve had a shit week and I’m horny. At least suck my dick or sleep on the lobby floor. I couldn’t care less if you have a bed to sleep on or not.”

It’s hard to call bluffs, with him. You learned that the hard way when he almost threw you off the cliffs overlooking the Melemele sea for deleting the creepshots he’d taken of you off his phone. That’d been a while ago, though, back when he’d had acne and you hadn’t even caught your first pokemon yet. His face has cleared up pretty well, over the years, and if he weren’t so obviously zubatshit insane he’d probably have a flock of Nurse Joys at his beck and call. You’d thought about pity fucking him once or twice when you were both in school, mostly to get him to shut up about wanting to sniff your underwear, but you weren’t sure then if you could handle the damnation of your reputation. Now that you’re over twenty and can hardly even throw a pokéball without making yourself look like an ass, the prospect looks more appealing.

“Alright, yeah.” You say, and the gasp behind you tells you that the Nurse Joy has, in fact, been listening to your conversation.

“Wait!” She says, as Matt begins bagging another group of potions. He shoots her a filthy look, and her voice is quieter when she speaks again, “we might be able to squeeze you in with another trainer, if you don’t mind sh—”

“Fuck off.” Matt says, and you almost snort at how scandalized she looks. She must be new— you can’t really tell. They all look the same.

“But,” she seems to steel her nerves, “that young lady is right— it’s illegal, I’ll have to report you—”

“I’ll eat your goddamn trachea.” Matt snarls, slamming the second bag down on the counter. His shirt looks nice, around his arms. There’s a little bit of muscle there that wasn’t as defined a few weeks ago, when you’d last run into him on route two. You wonder if he’ll laugh at how soft your stomach is, then remember the picture of you that used to hang in his school locker. There’s no way. His bite is bad, but he’s all bark with you. The nurse goes silent, walking over hesitantly a few moments later to hand you your pokémon back.

And so it’s settled.

It’s really not a far walk to Matt’s place. Fifteen minutes, tops, on a nice day. Since it’s still pouring rain when Matt clocks himself out— three hours before his shift is supposed to over, the nurse meekly calls, but another threat to her internal organs shuts her up— it takes a little longer.

“I’m surprised,” you say, looking up at him as he walks under his umbrella. He hadn’t offered for you to come under it, but you feel like that’s less of a slight against you and more of a tactic to make sure your shirt still sticks to you, if the way his eyes linger on your tits is any indication, “that you still wanna fuck me. High school was a while ago.”

“I’m always gonna want to fuck you,” he says, without a trace of tenderness in his voice. The lit cigarette between his lips wobbles as he speaks, and he uses his free hand to pull it away as he exhales. The smoke curls up under the umbrella, then vanishes into the rain. “Might knock you down a few pegs, getting a couple loads in you.”

Your brows pinch together. “You’re not cumming inside me.”

“We’ll see.” He says flippantly, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. After a second, he turns away from you and spits into the grass. You grimace.

“Gross.”

“Shut up. You’re about to have a lot grosser done to you.” He says, jutting his chin out to gesture to a little cottage between the trees. The statement doesn’t make you uncomfortable, but it does remind you, rather suddenly, that for as long as you’ve known Matt you’ve never actually been privy to his sexual tendencies. There were all the times he tried to shove his hand down your skirt in high school, you suppose, or the time he “returned” your stolen gym uniform a little more stiff than usual, but he’d never really touched you.

Not for lack of trying. But since you’d hit your twenties, he’d gotten a little more bitter and aggressive with you. You have a feeling that it’s due to multiple things, but you’ve never been interested enough to explore the reasons. Matt will always be Matt, no matter what goes on around him. Even in the rain, he has the energy of a walking bonfire.

His cottage is nice. Not as nice as some of the other people you’ve bunked with— that weird-ass artist on route fifteen had a coffee table worth more than your life— but it’s clean. Perhaps too clean. It reeks of disinfectant, of chemicals, of—

“Nice,” you say, touching the corkboard in the entrance with a few pictures of you tacked to it. More creepshots.

“Shut up,” he says, voice muted slightly by the intensity of the rain on his roof. “Get naked or get out.”

You pause for a moment, still staring at the pictures. One was taken when you were on a date with that trial captain— Kiawe. He’s been cut out of the picture rather viciously, if the jagged edges are anything to go by. The image is barely over a year old.

Matt grabs the collar of your wet shirt and yanks you away from the entrance as he kicks the door shut with his foot, paying not a single concern towards your indignant yelp.

“I’m fucking done playing with you.” He says, and the way his voice hisses out makes you think he’d noticed your focus on that specific image. You scramble to get away from him the moment he releases your shirt, noting with a little bit of dryness that the bed he’d offered to you was his. It’s big, comfortable looking, with dark blue sheets. You’d been an idiot to think he’d have a guest room for you.

You seem to be motionless a little too long for his liking. “What the fuck did I just say?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You snap, lifting your shirt over your head, dripping water onto the floor like you had at the Pokécenter. You make sure to toss the shirt onto the small area rug he has spread out, receiving a displeased grunt in response. Before you can turn to ask him if he’d rather you keep them on, he’s behind you, hands pressing into your sides. They’re startlingly warm, accompanied by the scent of cigarette smoke as his mouth dips down to nip at the top of your ear.

“Good girl,” he says, voice a little less aggressive, and you shoot him a sour look that he laughs at. Again, humorless. You stare at him blankly, just for a fraction of a moment, wondering when the full-bellied, manic laugh you’d kind of sort of liked in high school had disappeared. You’re snapped back to reality when one of his hands comes up and squeezes at your damp bra.

“Patience is a virtue.” You snort. He tuts.

“I’m not a virtuous person. You of all people should know.” He quips back, abandoning your breast momentarily to unclip your bra in the back. You let him, staring blankly at his wall and wondering why you’re not resisting more. This feels less like an admission of defeat at his hands and more like a pot boiling over, and for a second your breathing hitches in your throat when you realize you really don’t mind being touched by him.

It’s been a while, you remind yourself, thinking of that weird artist again and how he’d immediately rejected your advances. It’s been a while, you press, trying in vain to bury the memory of the relief you’d felt when Kiawe had dumped you. It’s been a while, you think desperately as Matt presses a kiss to the crook of your neck and although it’s not tender, it’s careful. Measured. He knows you’re having an internal crisis.

He knows you. Well.

“I hate you,” you seethe suddenly, though you remain rooted in the spot. Your bra falls to the ground.

“Yeah?” Matt says, and both of his hands go under your arms so that they can grope at your breasts, a little wet from the rain but warming up under his touch. You shudder as his chest presses against you, the canvas of his stupid fucking apron rough on your spine. The plastic of his name tag is cold. His hands feel good.

“I can’t get laid because of you,” you seethe, surprised at the way frustration makes your voice feel thick in your throat. A chuckle rumbles against your skin.

“Oh, I know.” He says. “You’ve been too stubborn. It’s your fault.”

You continue to scowl as he pulls away for a second, the rustle of fabric telling you that his apron has been discarded somewhere. His shirt comes next, and when he steps closer to you again you feel his bare skin against yours. You’re freezing.

“What, you’re mad?” He snickers into your ear, and you’d be furious if you weren’t so disgustingly relieved to hear an echo of his old laugh in his tone. Now that he’s got the upper hand, Matt is a little harder to anger. “Kiawe agreed to dump you pretty fuckin’ fast, when I asked. Not a guy worth having around, don’t ya think?”

You know he’s omitting the part where he undoubtedly threatened the captain’s life.

“Come on. Get it over with.” You say, nudging him a little with your elbow. He steps back again and this time you turn, more than ready to tell him to piss or get off the pot, but the moment you do he pushes you forward so that your legs hit the edge of his bed.

“You’re not really in a place to be talking that way to me.” He says, leering down at your tits as if he hadn’t peeked in on you enough in the locker room to see them dozens of times before. He raises a hand to pinch your nipple, lightly, and pull at it a little. You fight down a reaction as best you can.

“You had to force me to fuck you. I wouldn’t sound so smug,” you say, but your voice isn’t as harsh as it should be and his mouth curls into that absolutely treacherous grin.

“Oh, right.” He says, and it dawns on you a little too late that you’ve always underestimated his observation skills for whatever reason, “if you didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be. You’re not nice enough to pity fuck a guy either, no matter how nicely he asks.”

He nips at your ear again. You think about senior prom. Matt had begged you for thirty minutes to leave with him. You thought about his eager expression while you fucked your date later that night.

With your silence as his answer, Matt brings his lips from your ear to your mouth, slotting them over yours. He’s tall, stupidly tall, you hate how tall he is—

It isn’t the first time you’ve kissed him— he cornered you way too many times in high school for you to get away from his intimacy-hungry lips— but it’s the first time in a while. It feels nice. His tongue tastes like tobacco and he smells a little bit like gasoline when you’re this close but he has a lot a freckles on his face that you like. There aren’t any visible acne scars. He’s really not bad to look at in the slightest, but he keeps his eyes open when he kisses you as if trying to remind you how much of a sociopath he is.

Your skirt comes off pretty easily. He yanks your underwear down for good measure, fingers immediately ghosting over your clit as you step out of them, before he has both hands on your shoulders and shoves you down to your knees. You scowl up at him.

“Do it, or I’m tossing you out in the rain.” He says, “and keeping the clothes.”

You hold out only for a second before you’re fumbling with his belt, pulling it from the loops and popping the top button of his pants. There’s an impressive tent that you have to be careful of as you drag the zipper down, and you know without even looking at it that he’s also been blessed with a massive cock. It’s almost unfair, you think as you yank his pants down just enough to also pull his boxers away, and then his dick is there, jutting out from his body and you know you definitely won’t be able to fit it all in your mouth. He grins down at you, and you don’t bother waiting for whatever remark he’s thinking of, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the underside of his shaft and delighting a little in the way he sucks in a breath.

You spit into your dominant hand and curl it around the base of his cock, smoothing the lubrication into his skin as you open your mouth and take the tip in. He’s meticulous in the shower, it seems. The taste of him isn’t bad, and you almost groan when you flick your tongue against his slit and find a bead of precum gathered there.

“Fuck.” He mutters, one of his hands clawing into your hair, blunt nails scraping your scalp. He pulls, gently, and holds your head firmly in place as he begins to rock his hips. You don’t bother crying out in surprise, not when his cock nearly jams itself against your uvula. The way you choke around it seems to thrill him, his pupils constricting suddenly as he peers down at you. The material of his pants whispers against your chin as he begins to fuck your face.

“Look at you,” he sneers, seeming more than willing to take advantage of the fact that you’re unable to talk, “you’re not even struggling. You wanted this.”

You attempt to glare up at him. He laughs, kinda like that manic laugh that you like, the one that always got you going a little bit in school, and you can’t keep yourself from using your unoccupied hand to touch at your cunt.

“Shit,” he curses, and his pace picks up without any warning. This time, you can’t help but make a noise of shock as his cock jams itself against the back of your throat. Your eyes sting with tears as your fingers rub clumsy circles against your clit, and his grin drops immediately into something more focused, more serious. Your cunt clenches around nothing when he grabs your head with both hands, waiting for the hand around the base of his shaft to drop away before he slowly eases himself into your mouth again. This time, he goes much deeper, almost down your throat, and you gag, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and saliva dribbling down your chin. He curses again, a little too low for you to make out over the rain, and your lips burn ever so slightly with the burden of wrapping around his shaft as he face-fucks you.

You don’t even bother to try and steady yourself; instead, you breathe raggedly out of your nose as he continues forcing himself into your throat, his hoarse groans almost nice enough for you to forget your shortage of air for a few moments. You slip a finger inside of yourself and you know he sees you do it, because his breathing becomes quick and suddenly his hands are trembling a little—

He pulls himself out of your mouth suddenly and you cough, saliva mixed with his precum dribbling out of your mouth. Your eyebrows knit together. “Wh—”

He stoops down for a second to grab you under both arms, lifting you and shoving you almost carelessly onto the bed. You cough again, watching with wide eyes as he steps out of his pants and boxers completely, cock shining with your saliva as he crawls on top of you.

“If you think,” he pants as he slides his lubricated cock against your clit just to watch you shudder, “that I’m gonna come down your throat like some idiot and not fuck your pussy, then you’re even dumber than I thought.”

Your retort is lost as he brings his hips back slightly and lines himself up with your cunt. Your reminder of “condom!” is cut off rather abruptly once he begins to sink himself into you, yanking you closer to his body while he splits you open on his cock.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever been with. It’s maddening, almost insanity-inducing, that you’re delighting in the burn of him inside of you. He’s curved a little, only slightly, and the head of his cock drags against your walls like he’s really trying to stab you. You can’t do anything but groan, back arching to press your chest into his, and you think for a moment that he’s going to kiss you again until one of his hands curls around your throat and shoves you back down against the bed.

He doesn’t say anything as he presses down. His hand is big, his fingers long, and your startled yelp is overtaken by a clap of thunder outside. His hips work against yours tirelessly, his eyes glazed over and manic with a sloppy grin to match—

Black spots flicker around the edges of your vision like a swarm of beedrill, and for a second all you can see is the white of his teeth as he grins down at you— then he removes his hand, just enough so that you can take in a ragged breath.

He’s a lot stronger than you thought he’d be, even with the slight muscle you’d spotted earlier. If it weren’t for the measured, calculating glint in his eyes, you’d almost be afraid of him accidentally choking you to death.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” He sneers as you try and drag in more oxygen. You nod dumbly as his hand squeezes your throat again, whining as his cock continues to jackknife in and out of you. “You’re so fucking tight— I bet you’ll look so good with my cum dripping out of you—”

You keen, back arching again even as his hand keeps you pinned, and once he stablizies himself enough his free hand comes upwards, pressing down on your clit none too gently as he rubs figure eights into it. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he bears down on you, choking you over and over until he sees the sign of danger in your eyes, only allowing you just a moment to breathe between presses. It’s rare that he takes his gaze from your dumbstruck face, but when he does it’s to leer at your bouncing tits.

“God, I fucking love you.” He snarls, cock slamming you as his fingers become sloppy with their movements, rubbing at you just for the sake of doing it, “I’m gonna fill you up. I’m gonna make you mine.”

“Please,” you rasp, the second his hand leaves your throat to fist the sheets next to your head, “I’m so close, please—”

“Beg for it,” he grits out, obviously not far off from your current state. “Beg me to cum inside you.”

You inhale sharply, not even giving it a second thought. “Please! Please, Matt, cum inside me!”

He laughs, manic, full-bellied, the laugh that used to haunt the edges of your thoughts when you got yourself off in high school, “you have to do better than that!”

“Please!” You nearly shriek as he rubs at your clit furiously, the sound of his hips clapping against yours almost deafening, “Please, cum inside me! Make me yours! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, I want you to fill me up—!”

Your pleas crumble into incoherency as you orgasm, clenching down on his cock like you’re trying to crush it, and he lets out his loudest groan of the night as you soak him with your release. The glide of him inside you gets smoother, marginally, the slick sound of his cock penetrating you again and again the only thing you can hear over the blood rushing in your ears. He proclaims his love for you again, and again, and again, until his voice pitches upwards and you mewl in delight, feeling him finish inside of you with a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest.

The cottage descends into silence. Only the pattering of rain, slightly lessened than before, accompanies Matt’s ragged breathing.

“Fucking hell.” He groans after a minute, slowly pulling out of you. You wince at the feeling of his cum dripping out from between your thighs, but before you can untangle them from his waist, he uses one hand to keep them open.

“Don’t.” He says simply, and the even, plain tone of his voice shocks you enough into submission. He crawls towards his nightstand, flicking on the lamp and opening the second drawer to retrieve something.

A disposable camera.

“Wait a second—” You start, beginning to wriggle away from him despite the shakiness of your limbs, “you can’t—”

“Shut up.” He says again in that weirdly conversational tone. You watch, a little numb, as he spreads your legs again, bringing the camera to his eye as he uses his thumb and forefinger to spread your cunt wide open. His cum slides out a little faster as you hear the camera click.

“Perfect,” he mutters. You gape at him.

“You’re so fucked in the head.” You whisper. He shrugs, returning the camera to its drawer and flicking the light back off.

“Whatever. Shut up.” He says, as if he can’t choose between the two. He flops back onto the bed and yanks you close, pinning you to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. The strange intimacy makes you wriggle.

“Gross,” you snap, detesting the feeling of his sweat under your palms. He gives you a firm smack on the back.

“Stop being difficult. We’ll shower tomorrow.” He says in a tone that you know doesn’t invite banter. If he chokes you again, he might be a little more vicious without the sexual edge.

“I’m not gonna be here when you wake up.” You say, doing your best to at least turn away from him. He allows it, but you aren’t able to put much more distance between you two— especially when you know your previous statement is a lie.

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