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Should’ve Known Better [GW]

After the Second Wizarding War, the wizarding world faces a great recession that puts you and George in financially and morally compromising situations.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: swearing and terrible use of tenses (im sorry for the grammar)

A/N: written for angst prompt #14 for @kalimagik​‘s 1.3k writing challenge!! congrats on 1.3k again!! <3 

You had always been good–exceptional, actually–at writing since your teenage years. Essays you’ve written for work assigned by Professor Flitwick managed you top marks. Hell, even Snape commended your writing from time to time (if he wasn’t too busy taking away points from Gryffindor.) Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you entered multiple wizarding writing competitions and won them all. It made sense to you to seek out a job at the Daily Prophet after graduating from Hogwarts to put those writing skills  to good use. 

Your first year at the Daily Prophet was difficult, to say the least. You were paid almost next to nothing and writing on an empty stomach while worrying if you had enough galleons to pay rent was terrible for your creative process. On top of that, it seems as though whatever piece you made never satisfied your boss, Angel Hornbeam, editor of the Tragedies and Mishaps section of the paper. Each piece you wrote was either sent back with red ink splattered across the parchment with scathing comments on how sophomoric & crass your writing was or outright discarded. You didn’t know what Angel hated more: you or your writing. 

There you were walking down Diagon Alley after a grueling day at work. You made two pieces today–only two pieces–that were immediately thrown out to the rejection pile at the corner of Angel’s office. Roan Staghart, a colleague of yours, accidentally spilled pumpkin juice all over you which Angel pointed out and subsequently prompted her to give you a long-winded lecture on how unbecoming it was to sport such an unprofessional appearance in a place of work. You made your way down Diagon Alley with your path only being illuminated by the lights in the shops you passed.  You were downtrodden and hungry and lonely and unmotivated and uninspired. You thought about the eviction notice plastered to your flat’s door that you received earlier that day before heading off to work. You thought about the empty pantry in said flat, which then reminded you of your empty wallet. Lost in thought and not looking directly straight ahead, you ram your head straight into the open door of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Your arse lands on the cobblestoned path and you’re clutching your bleeding nose with your right hand, while your left provides support. 

“Merlin, I’m sorry!” says one of the Weasley twins as he hurriedly walks toward you. 

“Georgie, go get her some ice.” says the twin to the other behind him, still clutching the door open. 

“Fred, right? Sorry, I’m shite at telling you and your brother apart.” You say while letting out a humourless chuckle, wincing in pain as you clutch your nose. Fred crouches down to your level.

“S’alright, just know I’m the better looking one.” He pauses, “You’re [Y/N], you were in [Hogwarts House], correct? I remember you selling a pre-written essay  to Lee in our fourth year. T’was the only he got an O for, if I recall.” says Fred with a joking grin. George runs back with ice wrapped in a handkerchief which he passes to Fred, which Fred passes to you. 

“Had to make money to buy butterbeer at Hogsmeade somehow.” You answer him as you bring the wrapped ice to your nose. Both the brothers smile at you and you smile back. 

“Fred and I were actually headed off to dinner at our flat, join us. I suppose it’s the least we could do after the damage we’ve inflicted onto your poor nose.” George proposes. 

“I couldn’t impose–” 

“Nonsense!” They say in unison. Fred offers you a hand, which you graciously take. He pulls you up and you walk with them to their flat.  

You were now at the Weasley twins’ shared flat at the edge of Diagon Alley. It was the best meal you’ve had in weeks, not to mention the twins’ presence was a morale booster in itself. Dinner lasted an hour, but the conversations after lasted well into the night. You wondered why you weren’t friends with the twins during their school years. Perhaps if you detached your hand from your favorite quill and parchment, you would have been. Regardless, that night sparked a friendship. 

You were stopping by the shop on your way home from work on the daily and the twins enjoyed your presence so much so they offered you a small, part-time job as a stock keeper as a means to keep yourself afloat while your work your way up the Daily Prophet ladder. They’d come to visit you in their spare time at your dinky flat  on the border of Knockturn and Diagon alley. As hard as your first year at the Daily was, your newfound friendship with Fred and George made it all the worthwhile. While you and Fred remained friends, you and George had begun to engage in a shameless “flirtationship” as you coined–always dancing on the border of friends and being more than friends. Stealing kisses in the shop, holding hands underneath dinner tables, George reasoning out to Fred that you needed help at your flat only for him to spend the night, writing little notes for George before he left in the morning. Everyone around you knew you and George were it, as much as you and he tried to suppress it. One day, George decided to make it real and official.  

Your personal life had improved immensely after your horrendous first year as a journalist. You were dating George Weasley, your pantry was always full now, and you didn’t have to worry about getting evicted anymore. Your work life wasn’t as terrible as before as Angel Hornbeam turned over a new leaf and was much more forgiving at work. You were finally given a small promotion–not a choice Angel made, but by a higher-up as you stayed loyal to the good of the wizarding world–which offered you enough stability to leave the shop. 

The wizarding world at this point in time, however, was not improving. Death eaters infiltrated the ministry and your beloved Hogwarts. They started censoring pieces at the Daily Prophet, much to your chagrin. You couldn’t write or report about tragedies happening as the Death Eaters wanted the media to depict dark wizards as righteous and justify their actions. You moved over to making crossword puzzles for the paper as opposed to spewing lies about Lord Voldemort and his mission to take over the wizarding world. Fred and George had to close down shop for the time being as the Weasleys went into hiding.

Then the Battle of Hogwarts happened. You fought alongside Fred and George, casting spells and charms. Blasting death eaters left and right. You did everything you could to fight against the Death Eaters. But you couldn’t save Fred, nor could George. George was never the same after Fred’s death and neither were you. You were both deeply resigned to grieving and still continue to do so everyday. The sun still rose and set like it always did, but Fred was gone and the world just kept spinning. It left you and George no time to breathe. 

The wizarding world slowly built itself back up after the war, with Kingsley Shacklebolt acting as the Minister for Magic. He’d done a bloody good job of it. He purged out the dark wizards from the ministry and from the Daily Prophet, effectively returning most things back to normal. You were back to writing in the Tragedies and Mishap department, but the wizarding world hit a great recession after the war. People were losing jobs left and right; you knew for a fact that your neck was next on the chopping board if you didn’t come up with a good piece soon. Though George was slowly reopening the shop, with the help of his family, it wasn’t enough to keep you and he afloat. Losing this job would bring your right back to where you were your first year out of Hogwarts and you were determined to avoid that. 

--

It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon, two hours to the end of the work week. You haven’t written anything substantial in a while and your desk was evidence. The brown wood was stained with droplets of stray ink from your quill, but they weren’t as obvious because of the crumpled pieces of ripped parchment scattered across the desk. Your hand was ink-stained and your hair was in disarray. To say the least, you looked a mess. 

“[Y/N], I need you in my office,” Angel called out to you, peering out of her office door. 

You stood up, straightening out your top, trying to look as presentable as possible. Walking over to her office catches the attention of your many officemates. Your stomach begins to feel like a vacuum, sucking in all the air around you, ineffectively trying to get you to breathe. Were your fears getting realized? Was this it for your writing career? So many thoughts raced in your head as you walked–slogged, rather–the distance from your desk to Angel’s office. You reach the archway of her door and she instructs you to close it. You gulp heavily. 

“Yes, Angel? Anything I could do for you?” You anxiously choke out. You feel like your guts are about to unceremoniously find its way out your mouth and onto her office floor. 

Her office was decorated all in black, from her quills to her velvet wallpaper. Angel stood out in the gloomy decor of her office, sporting an all-white outfit. She says it’s a metaphor–tragedies are both light and dark, simultaneously and she wants to embody that. A little pretentious, but she’s right nonetheless. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not going to fire you, darling.” Darling, a term of endearment, but never when it came from Angel’s lips. “I’m close, but I won’t. I have a proposition” 

You look at her intently, your eyes almost bulging. 

“I want an editorial piece on grief and love. I want romance wrapped in despair, topped with angst.” Angel mused. 

“I beg your pardon?” You muster out.

“Write about lost love, the war did just happen–it’ll be fresh, uncut,” Angel pauses for dramatic effect, “Absolutely raw.” She clenches her fist in such a theatrical manner, it's almost comical. 

You stay silent, unsure of what to say or do. Your face must’ve looked bewildered, as she slouches and rolls her eyes. 

“Godric, I want you to interview someone who lost the love of their life because of the war, so to speak. It’ll do wonders for readership. Have you read that muggle story–Romeo and Juliet? Love and tragedy create such a spicy little mix.” She says in response to your look. 

“Wouldn’t that be exploitative, no? Everyone’s still grieving.” You question Angel. 

“That’s journalism.” Angel’s brows are furrowed and you can tell she’s trying to control her temper. “I better have a damn well-written editorial on my desk come Monday morning. May I remind you, you are the last of your colleagues to have either been promoted up or let go. Do you want to be the latter?” 

You gulp, she hasn’t threatened you since your first year at the office. You shakily let out a soft no. She returns with a softly-said good and points you to the direction of her door. 

--

You were on your way home to you and George’s shared flat in Diagon Alley. Your mind was raking itself for who you could possibly call to satisfy Angel’s wants. The gears were grinding hard until you had the aha moment–Angelina. Her and Fred’s relationship was complicated to say the least. They weren’t friends but they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but they didn’t want to see other people. You could no longer recall what they were and with Fred gone, the answer didn’t seem to matter anymore. The “almost” aspect of the relationship would provide the angst–unfinished business, if you will. Fred’s death and the love that could’ve been. You lit up at the ideas forming in your head, but you feel your conscience gnawing at you. However, you and George had to keep the lights on somehow. 

George had beaten you home that night and was eating a packed dinner from Molly on your couch. You hang your bag on the rack next to the door, taking your coat off as well. You walk over to George, plotting your body next to him. Resting your head against his shoulder you say, “How was your day?” 

You each share quips about your days at work, leaving out Angel’s request entirely. A silence ensues and you find this to be the most opportune moment to ask him. 

“D’you mind having Angelina over tomorrow? A light catch-up? Haven’t seen her since, well, y’know when.” You ask George. His face stiffens. 

“Alright, would be good to see an old friend, yeah?” He manages to say. He gets up to write an owl to Angelina. He sends the owl off and within the hour, Angelina’s response comes back. She agrees. 

-- 

It’s the day of your interview-not-interview with Angelina. You are in the bathroom getting ready while George waits by the door for Angelina. Your self-writing quill for note taking and its accompanying notebook are hidden in a cupboard at the corner of the kitchen that could not be seen from the dining room, ready to start writing at your will. 

“Love, Angelina’s here!” George says through the bathroom door. You quickly get out, rounding the corner to get to the living room and see Angelina sat on your sofa. You bring her in for a hug which she happily returns, you feel the guilt creep up again. You try and dismiss the feeling as hard as you can but it lingers like an unwanted guest. Trying to ease your nerves, you invite her to the dining room, where food you cooked in the morning lay waiting. 

Angeline told stories about her life as a bigtime Quidditch match commentator and you entertained her with stories from the Sports department. You were both marveling at how much time has changed things since your graduation from Hogwarts to the war to life now. Now’s a good a time as any, your mind reasons out. You muster what little courage you had and shift the topic over to Fred. 

“So, Angelina, how have you been holding up, since the battle?” You ask her. George looks at you strangely, as he notes the shift and tone in your voice. 

“Uh, well I’m here. Coping. Grieving.” She responds.

“We’re here for you, tell us more.” You say, trying to probe more information out of her. A slimy feeling makes itself known in the insides of your stomach and you try your hardest to ignore it. 

Angelina stays silent and then starts, “It’s been rough, Fred–” The winning ticket. 

“What about Fred? It was a bit complicated before he died.” Cutting her off, you were siphoning as much information as you can. 

“Yes, it was. You know that.” Angelina deflected, but she continued. “I wish there was more time. More time with him.” Her voice grew heavy, but you tried to turn up the pressure.

“Tell me, what would you have done with that time? Were there things you would’ve said? Done?” 

Angelina takes an ugly pause. 

“Well?” You don’t mean to say this in such a crass and impatient manner, but you do.  

At this point, George stands up. He gets uncomfortable and goes to the cupboard to fetch himself a glass of water. As he inches to the cupboard, he hears scratching noises like a quill writing on parchment. He knows exactly what you’re doing now. Opening the cupboard he sees your quill and notebook scribbling away. On the pad is written, “‘A love lost, an almost,’ says Angelina as she begins to tell me about what could’ve been had Fred avoided his untimely death…” George stopped reading. It clicks in George’s head now. It explains the sudden decision to send an owl over to her last night. George’s jaw tenses up. 

He grabs a glass, closing the cupboard, while leaving the quill and notebook in there. He heads to the front of the refrigerator where you’d be unable to see him. It gives him time to rethink his next move while calming down. He knew journalism would be gross, but he didn’t think you’d prey on your friends–especially since you knew how everyone was still mourning the loss of his twin brother. 

Angelina begins to cry from the other room, but you continue to hound her with questions. “What would you be doing now if Fred were still around? Do you still dream of a life with him? What else have you been doing to fill the space? Do you wish there was more you could’ve done?” The words were practically marathoning out your mouth. The guilt in you subsides and all you feel now is a desire to get the truth out of Angelina. It’s as though you were watching this unfold from the corner of the room; it wasn’t you shoving questions down Angelina’s throat, but an entirely different entity. 

“Merlin, will you stop!” Angelina boomed. “I’m leaving. I missed you and George, I really did. But, how dare you. We’re all grieving and if this is your sick at attempt at therapy, I’ve damn near had it.” 

You’re silent and you feel yourself float back to your body, sat in front of a tearful and red-faced Angelina. She angrily gets up, dropping her fork onto the table. She makes a beeline for the coat rack, grabbing her things, and leaves–making sure to slam the door. 

“What the fuck was that, [Y/N]?” George shot at you, as he emerged from the kitchen. He was holding his glass of water with his fingers by the brim, both his arms by his side. The expression plastered on his face was a mixture between disappointed, frustration, and anger. You stay silent. 

“Answer me, what was that?” George repeats again. You still stay silent, you don’t know how to answer him. “Were you trying to make a piece out of Angelina?” 

You look down at your lap repentantly. “Angel said she’d fire me if I didn’t.”

George makes his way over to you, placing his glass on the dining room table. He doesn’t take a seat, instead he looks down at you in anger. 

“She’s our friend. She’s grieving, mourning–like you and me fucking both.” George was fuming, “You were being a prick and I didn’t like it, obviously neither did Angelina. I could say more, but out of respect, I won’t.” 

“George, we have to eat one way or another. I didn’t want to lose any more income than we already had!” You tried very hard to justify your reasons as to why. 

“At expense of a good friend of ours? Merlin, [Y/N].” George rebutted. “I can’t even look at you right now. I know you love writing, I do. I love your writing, in fact. But, this is low. All for what? A few fucking galleons? Merlin.” 

George turns his heel and stomps to the door, grabbing his coat and slamming the door shut in one swift motion. He presumably chases after Angelina to apologize on your behalf. You hang your head, trying to recollect yourself, and think about what to say to Angelina and George. 

You decide right then and there that you were going to quit your job at the Daily Prophet–there was always a need for writers in the Wizarding World anyway and jobs of that sort were probably not as exploitative in nature. Deciding to write a Letter of Resignation later that night, you trudge your way to the door, grab your coat, and run after George. 

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So… about this latest Inktober controversy….

Time to begrudgingly chuck in my two penneth… (Remeber you can always press “J” to skip this post altogether)

As most of you may or may not know, Alphonso Dunn released a Youtube video wherein he publicly accused Jake Parker, and creator of the Inktober challenge, of plagiarising his book. Both of these men are public figures, artists specialising in pen & ink. In the video Dunn looks at the preview pages and flip through footage of Parker’s “Inktober All Year Round” and says they draw many similarities in the illustrations, language and layout that he used in his own book, “Pen & Ink Drawing”. Parker’s book was set to this month. Hense why Dunn only used footage and not a physical copy.

Since the video’s release, the art community has been very spilt down the middle. The book’s publisher has halted the launch of Parker’s book until the matter can be investigated. Even DeviantArt cancelled their own Inktober event thing (I’ll admit I don’t keep up with these things DA keeps doing). Parker has since released a statement in the matter. Now it’s up to the courts to decide what’s happening next. The video itself is an hour long, but it’s crucial to see it yourself. 

People are, understandably, outraged after seeing it. This seems like a shitty thing to rip-off Dunn - not to mention stupid. Since Dunn is the more popular pen & ink artist with more social media followers and name recognition. Many have called to boycott inktober and condemn Parker. I’ll admit, I was right alongside them at first, at least for feeling outraged. The similarities are there. But if YMS’s Kimba video has taught me anything, it’s that, even if an accusation of plagiarism may be obvious at a cursory glance, sometimes it’s important to take a more critical eye and do more research to learn that things aren’t as cut and dry as they first seem. If there’s a lesson I can take away from the internet as a whole, it’s that no one thinks about the consequences of mob mentality.

The most common defence of Parker is that because they’re both books about pen and ink drawing, then they’re inevitably going to be similar. I’ll admit that, when you pick-up so many art books, a lot of them will cover the same basic grounds of materials, tutorials, strokes, techniques etc. The parts about rendering textures on spheres and cubes isnt new. Look up “texture study” and you’ll see so many examples of artists rendering these kinds of things digitally. I’ve also noticed a common theme of people more formally educated in art pointing out how none of these are original. Everything down to the steps and illustrations are things they’ve learned from years ago. Since I'm a pen & ink artist, inspired by my love of comics, I have quite a few books about inking: Dunn’s included. I own both his books and still highly recommend them. I didn't even preorder Parker’s book. Ironically because I didn't think it could offer anything new that my other books hadn’t already.

While Ethan Becker took the time to cross-examine Dunn and Parker’s books with several others, there weren’t many of the ones I actually owned. So I looked to my shelves to see what I could find. Books like:

“The Art of Comic Book Inking” by Gary Martin & Steve Rude

“How Comics Work” by Dave Gibbons & Tim Pilcher

“The DC Comics guide to Inking Comics” by Klaus Janson

“Making Comics” by Scott McCloud

“Stan Lee’s How to Draw Comics”

I’m sure there’s plenty more examples out there. I was planning to go through all of these and take pictures. But ultimately that’s not the core point of these post. Plus it would’ve taken WAY too long and this post itself, is long enough.

Of course, none of the them are 100% close to Dunn’s in the way they’re displayed. Not as close as Parker’s could be considered. That being said, I know Dunn is trying to claim that he invented these techniques. The nucleus of the issue is how similar they are in terms of order and how these pages are displayed. Some I can chock-up to standard practice, while others seem more coincidental.

If there’s one thing I’m adamant about, it’s that I think that Dunn should’ve messaged Parker first before making the accusation public. Some try to dispute that this would've made it easier for Dunn to be “silenced”, whatever that means; but that sounds a bit conspiratorial to me. Ideally, you confront him about it in private, if he makes any threats or blows you off, get your lawyer on the phone and then make the video. Not only is it the more civil thing to do - but it’s the smarter thing to do. This is a serious legal matter, not just internet drama. While I’m sure Dunn had no intention of tearing Parker down or getting a mob onto him, that’s unfortunately what’s happened. A backlash both from the general artisan community and several companies. Wherein it was left to Parker himself to make this an official legal matter. If Parker’s found not guilty, then this could easily leave the gate open for him to sue Dunn for damages, loss of revenue, defamation of character or whatever else, should he see fit. As could the publishers, given how this affected their sales. Companies responded to the accusation of the video alone, before an investigation could be launched. Sure, it wouldn't be “acting the bigger man” but he’d be well within his right to do it. Dunn showed that Jake has mentioned him before, shown admiration for his career and referenced him in other posts. If it comes to light in court, that Dunn is even cited as an inspiration or source in the book itself, then it’s case closed. 

Then there’s the other possibility that Parker might not have done this on his own, but that he has a team behind the book. If that’s the case, the most I can accuse Parker of is being a hack. I worry Dunn has kneecapped himself for just how badly he’s handled this situation. Made worse by him not having an actual physical copy to assess and just had footage of preview pages to go on. So far, the circumstances don’t seem on his favour. 

I don’t think ill of Dunn. I do think he believes he’s been wronged and no malice in his intentions. I just think he’s made some critical errors on how to handled this. As for Parker himself, I couldn't give a donkey’s doo-dah about him. I’m sure you could accuse me of playing devil’s advocate earlier, but to me, he was the guy who released the annual prompt list. If it really does turn out that he’s a plagiarist and had malicious intent, then fuck ‘im. I never regarded him as an inspiration of mine or paid much attention to him outside of that. It was the community that made Inktober what it is. I’ve never met Parker. Maybe he’s a cool guy? Maybe he’s a bellend? I don’t know.

Granted this isn't the first time Parker has proved himself to be a controversial figure: - Last year people were upset about him trademarking (not copywriting, as many have erroneously claimed) the word “Inktober” and some artists were stopped from selling their related work or zines. Parker would issue a statement: claiming the takedowns were a mistake of “overzealous lawyers” and it’s just a matter of the logo being trademarked. People can sell their Inktober works and even mention they are Inktober-related. Just not use the official logo. On the one hand, from a business standpoint, I get it. It’s the bare minimum you need to do to protect your IP, especially when you have a store. BUT, like most people, I don’t like how, what’s intended as a community challenge, has slowly become more of a brand associated with one man. Hardly a surprise it left a bad taste in so many people’s mouths. But, since it doesn't actually effect anyone’s ability to take part in the challenge, outside of personal principle, I went ahead with it the previous year. 

 - The year before, when asked if one can do Inktober digitally, Parker said the following:

I know some are still bitter about that, but speaking as someone who inks traditionally and digitally, this came across as needless whinging and blowing things out of proportion. Claiming that Jake had derided digital artists and said they were invalid etc etc. Take it from me, challenging yourself to try out different methods to ink traditionally can greatly improve the work you do digitally. It’s like how learning traditional fundamentals of art can still be applied to digital. Plus he never said “No.” he just gave valid reasons about how it makes it a different experience. That said, if you’re someone who can’t afford any kind of inking equipment or pens and only have a selected application to draw on - then none of this applies to you. Just the aforementioned few who took it upon themselves to get angry over nothing. Recently I’ve heard from subscribers of his newsletter that he’s now embraced the idea of people doing inktober digitally, to the point of selling digital brushes for inktober. I’m sure some will call this “backsliding” or “money grubbing” because people aren’t allowed to change their minds or update their statements.

For weeks I’ve been torn on what to do, not being able to solidify one stance over another. One minute I thought #JusticeForAlphonsoDunn then I wonder “Wait maybe I should look again?” to “But wait, those are way too similar!” Having splinters in my arse from sitting on the fence for so long. The longer this went on, however, I began to realise that I can’t take one stance over another. This case is far too muddy and complicated. I don’t have enough sufficient knowledge or evidence. Nor do any of you. We literally only have Dunn’s video to go on. While it’s a good start, it’s not enough to be taken 100% as gospel when it’s the only thing to hand. 

As previously mentioned, a lot of artists have decided to not take part in Inktober at all, or follow different prompt lists. That’s completely fine. A lot of them are based around a specific theme: halloween, kinky stuff, bears, transformers, OCs, Disney or whatever. That has massive appeal. I just can’d do it myself. I prefer the focus on random words, rather than all centred on a single subject; allowing me to be creative with my ideas and execution. I actually did try to make a list of my own random words. Problem is, I worried that because I was choosing my own, I might be subconsciously bias towards certain prompts and not truly challenging myself. Even narrowing down my options was taking too long. In the end…. I’ve decided to just do the official prompts again this year.

For me, that’s what it ultimately came down to. TIME. It’s the middle of September. I can’t afford to wait for the court case to be settled. No other prominent artists I respect have released their own prompt lists. I know there’s been some shitty people who are condemning this choice. Attacking others, accusing them of supporting plagiarism, looking to block anyone who does the official prompts. Even trying to make this a racial issue. Just…. no. 

If someone doesn’t want to take part in Inktober, that’s fine. If someone wants to do the official prompts, that’s fine. If someone wants to do their own prompts, that’s fine.

Don’t go around aggressively making snap judgements or accusing people of taking a side. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. This has been a shit year, let people enjoy something.

If you look at this situation and it makes you feel angry, and you don’t feel comfortable in taking part in a challenge because of it’s creator. I get that, I literally get that. It’s why I haven't done Mermay. And please don’t mention Pinktober, I’m aware of it, but given his insta video on the subject and the things he said, I quickly came to the conclusion that I can’t take this person seriously. I’m sure this might make me seem hypocritical, but how this differs, if only for me, is the sheer amount Inktober means to me. It’s more than a simple challenge. Inktober's the one thing I’ve been most excited about all year. As it was ruined for me in 2019, when I lost my home and I didn't get to complete every prompt. (Long story, I’m okay now). As we all know, 2020, has been an AWFUL year. We’ve got to take whatever joy we can. As I’ve looked longer at the official prompts, I found ideas I’m really excited for. 

Once I started to really dedicate myself to it, it became a massive event. I hype myself up as I prepare for the busy month. Buy in supplies, clean the house and workspace, cook and freeze meals in bulk to save time, printing off a sheet that allows me to jot down ideas as I plan ahead.  Then once it’s done, after so much work, it makes the reward all the sweeter: Ordering a takeaway, celebrating a great halloween night and still rocking those vibes throughout November. Feeling proud of myself for doing it and seeing myself improve my technique, discipline and earning a few lie-ins to make up for the sleep I lost working. I’m like a kid waiting for Christmas. That said, don’t think that there’s something wrong with you when you understandably can’t dedicate that amount time for a simple art challenge. If anything that’s plenty of reason to why you’re smarter than me. You have a life and don’t push yourself too much.

Now, I need to crack on with the preparations. If you want to boycott Jake Parker, just not buying any of his products should be enough. Doing the inktober challenge doesn't bring attention to him, as I doubt most people even know him as the creator, nor does it even line his pockets. I just hate how cancel culture can do such serious damage like this and then try and put pressure on others to act accordingly without even doing any research themselves. 

As long as you’re not harassing anybody. Just do what YOU want to do. That’s fine. 

When George Met Clementine

Pic by @vanderlindeee​​  💕 Clementine met George only a few months ago. It had been a mistake, a stupid mistake on Clementine’s part. ‘You shouldn’t drink the night before a job’, Black Belle had taught her that. So why was she in a saloon, too many whiskeys deep the night before she planned on robbing a banking stagecoach?

Maybe it was nerves. She’d never done a job this big on her own before. Sure, she’d held up many a stage but this was different: six riders, the driver and a gunner beside him and however many men would be inside the stage - perhaps four. That was twelve men. Clem knew she could do it. She was strong, agile and smart. Not to mention she was a quick draw and a sharpshooter should it come to it. She was sure it would, these things usually did…

The whiskey made the doubts and the worries a little quieter in her head and maybe would help her sleep better.

The stagecoach came through the pass every Sunday, Clementine had been watching it for almost a month now. She knew the route, knew the riders - the same men every week, knew how long it would take-

“You drinkin’ alone?”

The voice ripped Clementine out of her thoughts. She’d been staring at the bottom on her glass, rerunning her plan through her head for at least the ten thousandth time.

A man stood beside her at the bar. Clementine took her time in looking him up and down; he was big- brawny - his chest and shoulders broad,  at least double the width of her. He was youthful looking, his face was adorned with freckles and boyishly handsome. He wore fine clothes, a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to reveal the swell of his large chest just a little, form fitting dark patterned pants that were held up by matching suspenders. His light eyes met hers. He seemed to be enjoying the way she studied him, a careless smirk across his lips.

“I was.” Clementine answered, not returning his smile. This didn’t seem to faze the stranger at all.

“You weren’t thinking of leaving, were you?” He asked.

“And what if I was?” Clementine shot back.

The man’s smirk stretched wide as he said, “I’ve been thinkin’ about how to speak to someone as pretty as you all evening. It’d be a shame for you to leave now.”

“I’m sure that’s what you say to every girl.” Clementine said to him, turning back to her drink and sipping coyly now.

She felt her lips curl into the smallest of smiles. She never saw herself as someone outwardly attractive - not like some other women. She didn’t wear fine clothes, style her hair or use make up. She had no need for those things. So it was nice to get attention, even if it was from a stranger in a saloon who was most probably going to try his luck with every woman in there - like fishing and just waiting to hook something.

“Only the prettiest girls.” Came the stranger’s smooth reply.

“Maybe you should have come over here sooner and you might not have missed your chance.” Clementine said to him. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks a little as she spoke, not used to flirting, if that indeed was what she was doing.

The man laughed softly, he moved his head closer to Clementine’s, “so you admit I did have a chance?”

She could feel the heat coming from him. It was a hot evening regardless and that was only amplified by the man standing so close to her, his head next to hers so that all she had to do was lean into his lips… But that wasn’t Clementine. She shied away from him. She had already allowed herself to get distracted with the whiskey and now the handsome stranger.

His smile was unrelenting, even as Clementine moved away from him.

“What’s your name?” Clementine asked him.

“George,” came his swift reply.

“George what?”

George smirked, “just George.”

Clementine didn’t want to admit that she wouldn’t mind seeing what Just George had to offer but she couldn’t. Not tonight.

“Well, Just George. I have to go but it was nice to meet you.”

George sighed theatrically, clutching at his chest as if he had been shot in the heart, “would you really do this to me?” He asked her, “I don’t even know your name!”

Clementine stifled a laugh. “Wouldn’t you like to know, big boy George?”

With that, she downed the rest of her drink and she moved past him, out of the saloon.

She regretted it as she mounted Thaddeus, her sorrel Breton, and started her way back to her camp. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been intimate with anyone. Even if it was just one night with the handsome stranger, it was better than nothing...

She tossed and turned as she tried to sleep through the nerves of the upcoming morning, the heat of the night and what could have been with Just George.

****

Clementine woke up as the sun rose. Her guns were cleaned and ready - two semi-automatic pistols that she would hide under her dress. She didn’t usually wear a dress but it was necessary for today.

She had decided that the best way to do this was to perhaps fake being a damsel in distress who had twisted her ankle after her horse bolted. It was brazen but she knew she could do it. The safer option was to take cover on higher ground then pick the riders off but there was too many things that could go wrong - the stagecoach would be able to make a getaway while she sniped the riders and she only had the time it took for the stagecoach to go through the pass where there was enough cover to shield them from prying eyes…

Clementine made it out to the trail in good time. She shooed Thaddeus and tried to make herself look meek and weak, sitting on the ground and holding her leg as if it hurt.

She felt like she was waiting for hours but probably not. Her palms were slick with sweat and she could see herself shaking with anticipation as she heard the stagecoach rumbling towards her.

Sure enough and right on time it appeared in the centre of the pass where she was sitting, cradling a “sprained” ankle.

"Oh! Excuse me, could you help me?" She called up to the driver as the stage approached her and came to a halt. A couple of the riders came around front to look at her. She felt them eyeing her suspiciously and saw one of them scan the hills above the pass - that's where any sane person would have their backup hidden but Clem realised in this moment, that she was far from sane.

“What you want miss?” The gunner who sat beside the driver asked warily.

“Oh… Sir, please…” Clementine said, trying to sound soft unlike her usual blunt self, “my horse bolted and I’ve gone and hurt my ankle… You don’t think you could help me, could you? Just take me to the next town?”

One of the riders peered out at her from beneath the brim of his hat. “This ain’t no passenger coach, missy. We are on official business.” He put unnatural stress on the first syllable of the word ‘official.’

“Come on now, Clinton. She’s jus’ a girl. A pretty girl stuck out here on her own.” The driver said, greedy eyes not leaving her as he spoke.

There was a moment while the driver, the gunner and a couple of the riders all conferred before agreeing that Clementine could get up onto the coach with them.

“Can you help me up please, sir?” Clementine asked the closest rider. “My ankle’s twisted real bad.”

The rider dismounted his horse and went to help Clementine up. She moved as quick as a fox, grabbing the rider and twisting his arm up and around his back to disarm him. The other rides opened fire and Clementine used his body as a shield while she removed her guns from garters under her dress.

It all happened in a flurry, gunshots rang out clearer than a bell and the horses began to buck and tried to bolt.

Clementine made short work of the driver and gunner beside him - headshots were the most efficient. The riders were trickier and soon she had to let go of the body and take cover by the rock she had been leaning against a little earlier. As she reloaded her dual pistols, she heard commotion inside the stagecoach: “what’s going on out there?!” “It’s an ambush!” One of the riders was shouting.

Clementine popped her head over the rock when there was a gap between gunfire for her to shoot back. Two more riders down. She hunkered down though the following gunfire. They’d have to reload soon and then she could make her next move.

That was when there was a shout from down the other side of the pass. Clementine looked back to see a man approaching fast on foot. She was about to cock her gun at him, thinking he was part of the stagecoach but she soon recognised him to be the stranger, Just George, from last night.

“Don’t worry!” He called to her, “I got you!”

It happened in slow motion to Clementine. George barrelled towards the riders, shooting wildly with his repeater - Clementine wasn’t even sure if he was aiming because none of his shots landed. He shot the side of the stage coach and two of the horses threw their riders and bolted past George who ended up losing his balance and face planted heavily in the dust of the trail.

Clementine swore under her breath and she darted out, grabbing George by the shirt collars and dragged him back to the rock where they continued to take cover. Clem whistled for Thaddeus.

“What the hell are you doing?!” She snapped at George.

“Im savin’ you, ma’am!” Came George’s earnest reply, his light eyes confused as they met Clementine’s.

Clementine clenched her jaw and popped her head back over the rock again to shoot at the men left guarding the coach before she popped a bullet in George instead.

The large brown Breton was galloping into sight now. “Get up and get on the damn horse!” Clem growled at George who must have realised that it was in his best interest for him to do what he was told.

George hopped onto the back of the horse, holding onto Clementine as she kicked the sides of Thaddeus and they sped away.

Clementine didn’t stop until they reached her camp.

Never had she done a job that had gone so wrong so quickly before. She slid down from the saddle and stormed away from George angrily.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” He asked as he got down from the horse.

Clementine rounded on him, her eyes ablaze with fury. “Thank you?!” She repeated loudly, her voice echoing off of the surrounding cliffs, “what the hell for?!”

“F-for saving you..?” George offered but Clementine could tell by the look on his face that he knew this was the wrong answer.

“You owe me big time, George.” Clementine hissed. “That was a bank stage and I was doin’ just fine robbin’ it on my own. I don’t need no knight in shining armour - especially if they’re as incompetent as you!”

“How much..?” George stammered, his cheeks burning red now.

“Four thousand dollars.” Clementine replied, emphasising each word.

Clementine held George’s gaze, glaring at him before turning on her heel and marching into her camp.

George hesitated before following her sheepishly.  “I can make it up to you!”

“Oh yeah?” Clementine scoffed.

“Yeah. I-I’ll work for you… For free of course! Anything I make will go to you.”

Clementine sat down heavily on a small canvas chair outside of her tent. She looked up at George again today much like she had the night before only she didn’t have the benefit of the whiskey to skew her judgement. Aside from being so very handsome, he was muscular. Now, Clementine was strong but she definitely could do with someone else to do all the heavy lifting and manual labour… He seemed fit, too. There was no doubt that he would be able to work.

But Clementine had been alone for so long, just her and her horse camping all over the country… The thought of another person being with her made her nervous but it was also oddly exciting.

“Ok.” Clementine said finally. “You work for me now.”

“I won’t let you down, ma’am, I swear!” George said enthusiastically.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

all i ask of you | adonis

its late and im soft leave me be, yes i used lyrics no i will not apologize

Ship: Gods & Monsters → Adonis/Erik

Word Count: 1632

Summary: Adonis attends the Masquerade, but it quickly goes awry and he finds himself instead alone on the balcony of the Opera Populaire.

The New Year -- a time of celebration.

Celebration of yet another passing twelve months, celebration of another successful show, celebration of another season free of the Opera Ghost's interference.

A celebration, in short, of Adonis' success.

Fireworks were set ablaze as champagne bottles were uncorked, a myriad of voices coming together in a cacophony of chatter and explosions in the distance. 

Adonis stood in his dressing room, straightening his blazer, tugging gently at his collar, smoothing the wrinkles of his shirt -- he was wracked with nerves; despite his profession as a performer, these after-parties and all gatherings of the like frightened him nonetheless.

A simple mask, black as the rose he adorned as his boutonnière, was lifted gently from the vanity, and as he adorned it he glanced at himself in the mirror.

He was scarcely recognizable, his face shrouded entirely in darkness, his clothes far too formal for his own taste, and yet he wore them nonetheless, as he was obligated to attend tonight's ball after his rather successful performance. 

The clock strikes ten and Adonis ponders for a moment how soon he should make an appearance. 

Of course, he knows the sooner he does the sooner he can leave, but something draws him away from the party below.

A something that, in reality, was a someone, a someone that he had come to know as his distant admirer - a someone he has grown terribly fond of over the course of the past few months, perhaps even begun to care for in a strange way. He finds himself missing his Phantom now, wishing, waiting for him to appear and whisk him away from the masquerade below, but to his disappointment he does not appear neither behind him nor in the mirror before him, and alone is Adonis left in his dressing room. 

He glances towards the singular rose that is left on his vanity, black like the one he himself has on his lapel, with a ribbon tied gently around the stem, a small note left under with terribly neat writing lining the paper:

"For my dearly beloved ghost."

Adonis turns towards the door, the gift left as an offering, a temptation maybe in hopes for his savior to find him before the night ends.

While he is nervous, Adonis finds himself mingling with the other guests, drinking and laughing, dancing with and befriending many of the women to approach him over the night's course. He hears the belltower distantly strike midnight, and cheers ring out as the New Year officially begins. He finds himself laughing lightly as he spins with yet another partner in dance, a waltz rapidement, her giggles infectious as they dance some strange mixture of intimacy and lighthearted fun.

He can feel the eyes burning into him from afar, and he knows that finally his darling Ghost has returned.

"Your attention elsewhere?" he hears the woman, who seems vaguely disappointed.

"My apologies, you see these parties, they make me quite anxious."

"Oh! But there is no need to worry," her voice dips and her tone changes, seductive and hopeful all the same, "We can slip away, if you'd like."

"N-No, I can't --"

"Come on, doesn't the star performer deserve such a reward for sharing with us his talent?"

Ah, so his disguise wasn't so clever after all.

"Madame, with due respect, I must decline."

She rips herself away from him in a huff, "I am not good enough for you?"

"It's not that at all -"

"And to think I have wasted my time so! Were you not anything more than a stagehand just a few months ago? Why, as a patron of this theater you should be thanking me for even daring to give you an audience!"

Adonis was stunned, unsure of how to react, how to handle the situation which seemed only to spiral the more he spoke. Instead he looked at her, this apparent patron of the Populaire, then away. Leaving might be his best option, he decides.

"Don't walk away from me, you streetrat!" 

Now, heads began to turn towards the (rather one-sided) argument occurring. Others continued their conversations, their dances, their drinking, but the few that turned their attention towards him made Adonis feel terribly ill. His chest feels tight, and he found himself blinking away tears as the masked woman continued to barrage him with insults. At last she stopped, took a breath, and hissed towards him "Leave me to be then, you talentless waste of time. I pity the man that finds himself in your presence. You are nothing, and you always have been." 

She storms off then, leaving Adonis a speechless, shaking mess, his anxieties overtaking him as he too rushes out of the hall. He speeds through the Opera's corridors, up the stairs, further and further until he finds himself gasping for fresh air on one of the many balconies outside of the private dressing rooms.

He scarcely knows he's crying, for he's too focused on trying to catch his breath which seems so far gone from him he finds it hard to stand -- a coughing and sputtering mess, his chest feels closed and his lungs are heavy, disallowing any air in. He is panicking, tearing the mask away and crying as he tries so hard to calm himself.

At last when he can finally breathe he wipes away the tears, instead leaning over the guard of the balcony and staring down.

How he hated himself so. The things she said to him, were they true? Never had he felt adequate before, and until recently he truly believed himself to be as seemingly worthless as she had made him out to be. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he'd be better off --

It was then he heard the creak of the door behind him.

"She is a fool. She knows nothing of your talent."

Adonis can't bear to face him yet, though he wishes for nothing more than to collapse into his arms.

"Jealousy is the harshest of our emotions, isn't it?"

He should know, it had been boiling inside of him since he saw his Darling Angel dancing without him tonight. Not that he should ever admit it, but he felt so strongly for the young actor in front of him now, he could barely stand the thought of him giving his time to those so unappreciative, and in return be left so broken. He knew too well the feeling.

He approached him slowly, a hand barely coming out to touch Adonis, but was quickly pulled away. Erik had heard his quiet sobs, and with it his heart shattered. He was unsure how to comfort him, all he could do is stand there, contemplating.

Thinking, thinking of all the times Adonis had comforted him when he was left battered and bruised by the world above, all the soft touches and lingering glances, wandering hands and fleeting few moments of silence between the two. How terribly he wishes he could brush away Adonis' tears and find him once again smiling, able to hold him and recite to him all of the reasons he --

"Perhaps the world is better off without me."

"No. No," Erik cuts himself off, torn between his feelings of affection and his horrid fear of rejection, please, he pleads to himself, know how much I adore you, my Dearest Angel.

"I'm sure you feel the same. Take no pity on me, Phantom. You may leave as the rest of them. I think soon I will find myself far from here, I don't deserve the attention I seek from you."

"Anywhere you go, let me go too," Erik finds the words falling from his tongue before he can stop them, and he reaches out again, this time turning Adonis towards him, and in a bout of inconceivable sorrow and longing, his hand comes to rest on the singer's cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear that sits there shining against his skin in the moonlight, "My Angel, that's all I ask of you." 

Erik is unsure of what has come over him, but his thumb traces gently along Adonis' lips.

How terribly he longs to kiss him, to understand his sadness and share in the sorrow that they two indulge themselves in, to bind them together and cure the loneliness that seems to plague himself so. And he knows this is a selfish wish, but so many nights left him inconsolable in his solitude and strife, he felt almost too selfish to stop himself.

But it was Adonis who moved first, so suredly did he pull Erik's face to his own, kissing him with a passion neither of the two had known before, unbeknownst by Erik to have even been harbored for him by the young actor. He did not stop him, though, and instead indulged in the feeling of Adonis so close, so trusting in him to leave himself so defenseless in his time of weakness. Adonis' hands came to rest upon Erik's cheeks, his thumbs tracing his jaw, holding him still close for another kiss. In return, Erik found himself dropping the rose he had taken from Adonis' dressing room, the one which he held so tightly in his grip, and instead tilting Adonis' chin upwards, inviting him to kiss him again, and again, and as many times as he could draw from the performer, so desperate for contact, desperate for affection.

At last Adonis pulls himself away from Erik's trembling lips, and rests instead his head against the taller man's shoulder.

"I might be inclined to stay, were you by my side."

"Always and forever, so long as you need me with you, here beside you."

Say you love me -- 

Erik holds Adonis close, fingers tracing lightly along his back, his only hope to comfort the other.

Adonis sighs, his final attempt to steady his breathing, "Please, let me stay with you tonight."

You know I do.

"As you wish, my Darling Angel."

One and Only

Summary: Y/N leaves Harry

Warnings: angst (what else)

Word Count: 1823 words

A/N: it’s been so long and i think im a little rusty so EXCUSE THIS SHITTY PIECE

“So she just … left?” Ed quipped with uncertainty across the table from Harry. His ginger wisps caught the fluorescent lights of the dimly lit bar. The soft rock music played by the live band on-stage added to the somber mood.

Harry gulped down another shot glass filled with Hennessy—the liquid burning his throat as it bubbled down to his stomach. The acidity combining with the uneasy feeling that he felt constantly ever since she packed her bags and left out of the blue.

“Yeah. She left.” Harry nodded with his eyelashes fluttering over his flushed cheeks. His eyes watered slightly at the thought, but he forced himself to hold them back. She didn’t deserve his tears.

—-

Y/N and Harry had only been going out for a few months—3 months at most—yet Harry couldn’t believe how close and attached he felt to her already. It was as if she was the missing part of him that he somehow found through the seemingly endless rows of lies and heartbreak. She was the light at the end of the tunnel and he was absolutely relieved when the little voice in his head whispered that she was the one—and she appeared to be on the same page.

Coming out of a long-running relationship on Y/N’s part,  Harry was supportive of her every step of the way, especially during the nights where she had a dazed look on her face meaning that she was thinking of him again.

Him.

The man who broke her heart and left it crumbled to dust with the wind. It was a mutual decision, she said. Explained that everything was talked through thoroughly, but Harry knew that that was far from the truth. From a close friend of hers, that man cheated on Y/N countless times–she was just too in love, too blind, to notice the signs that he was only in it for the title. Y/N was damaged, rough at edges from his constant blunting and she didn’t seem to know how to pull away from a cheating partner.

All she knew was him. All she had experienced was him and she has no idea that being loved and loving someone was nothing like she had gone through. Loving someone wasn’t giving her everything.  Its definition wasn’t to blindly throw even the most minute bits of her to him— to lose parts of herself because she was so engrossed in keeping their fire aflame. She didn’t know that voluntarily tiring herself out when she knew deep down that she didn’t agree to something wasn’t okay–because a relationship is built on the foundation of trust for two people. Mutual respect on the grounds of love and care—not a one-sided justification because he said so.

And being loved isn’t the rare event of receiving a pat on her head or an arm wrapped around her shoulder because she did something so noticeable. It’s the subtle things that stand out because of the undivided attention that one will and should give to their partner. Unconsciously acquiring information; how they like their cup of tea or figuring out the perfect temperature for their morning shower– not because they did something that you basically force them to do. It’s not the constant reassurance of the spoken words, “I love you” (although that would have been good too). Love is not just a word that you can throw around to whoever. Love is a verb—something that you do, an action that requires physical determination to show your partner how much you appreciate them.

Sadly, Y/N wasn’t in the kind of relationship were equality fostered. And when he finally broke it off with her for good, Y/N wasn’t as stable as she had hoped she would be. She kept telling herself that she was strong; that she could make it without him but a part of her always beat her down for believing such impossible things. How could she ever live without someone that has been with her for so long?

—

Harry knew what he was getting into the moment they called it official. No matter how much she tried to convince him that her whole entity was his, he doubted her words. He recognized that her heart would never be his– at least, not right now, not anytime soon. The grief and trauma that she carried with her–her misery– made her who she was and Harry was so so proud of her for standing her ground. Needless to say, he felt a bit special that Y/N allowed him to get close to her during her vulnerable moments. He understood her thinking, wanted to be the best partner she’d ever had although she had no one else to compare him to.

Harry was determined to make her feel loved again; he was motivated to show her the ropes to love someone. He wanted to open up her heart to the endless possibilities of not being restricted by the limitations placed all around her. He desired for Y/N to be capable of making room for herself because as much as he wished for them not to have secrets between each other; self-care is the utmost achievement and he did not want to impose any threat to her reaching maximum self-love.

—

He was patient. He was kind. Harry was everything Y/N’s ex wasn’t and she was grateful for his presence in her life. Y/N appreciated his tolerance for her; her breakdowns and relentless hazy-eyed moments where she found herself reliving her past. Instead of degrading her like he did, Harry encouraged her to let the tears fall when they were so close to dribbling down her cheeks. He made her feel comfortable in times where she usually wouldn’t be. He stripped her down to the core until she was defenseless and instead of attacking her with hurtful words, he exposed himself, in the same way, to reciprocate her delicate action–for him, with him.

So that was why Y/N couldn’t comprehend the sinking feeling in her stomach, as if a weight had placed itself so snug deep within. She could discern a certain notion of guilt rising up in the form of bile while she aggressively stuffed her clothes in a duffel bag. They weren’t living together, but they might as well be with the number of things that somehow made it across roads from her place to his house.

Y/n shivered from a cold breeze as her palms continued to touch clothing items that now held meaning between her and Harry. How that thick, maroon sweater brought fluffy memories where he offered her his own coat as well. How the white Rolling Stones tee was almost ripped to non-existence because he loved wearing it so much– and she realized that this was his so why the hell was she taking it?

Why the hell is she taking his heart with her?

Y/N wasn’t stupid. She was well aware that between their short time together that Harry had fallen for her hard. She didn’t exactly know how or why or even when he decided that he would just shower her with an outpour of genuine emotions; he just did and she didn’t know what to do. Y/N liked to think that she knew herself better than anyone knew her and she recognized that a steel cage was imprisoning her heart from Harry.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She was supposed to fall for Harry, love him to bits and forget about her ex. She was supposed to be with him. But somehow she couldn’t will herself to stick with the promises she mentally made. Her heart still longed for her jerk of an ex no matter how much she prayed and hoped for it to be nothing more than a remnant of her past. Thinking of him, of Aaron, brought butterflies in her stomach and a surge of dopamine spiking through her veins because although he struck her down to her darkest moments; he was the one that made her the happiest– much more joyful that she is with Harry.

It made her disgusted with herself for loving someone as toxic as Aaron was; why couldn’t she have stuck with the brighter future with Harry? Nonetheless, the heart wants what it wants and even it was a part of her, she had no grip on what it longed for.

—

Y/N wished that she was brisker than this. She was now regretting how she spent time reminiscing over every gentle memory she shared with Harry. A man that she demanded herself to be affectionate towards with little to no progress because then she wouldn’t have had to see his illuminated face– a wide grin spread from cheek to cheek and eyes lit up like the morning sun– fall to to a sullen, sunken expression of realization once he caught sight of her frozen like a deer in headlights with bags on hand.

Y/N wouldn’t have to hear the hitch in his throat from the withstanding tickle of a sob scratching at the back of his mouth; the pain and the damage she had caused from a single action.

Leaving–and Harry would be a mess.

His eyes still twinkled, though with salty water embedding itself from his tear ducts. His nose crinkled in a sniffle as he cleared his throat.

“W-where wh-what’s going on, Y/N?” He asked timidly and albeit in a stutter to draw out the time they had with each other because he *knows.

“I think you know,” Y/N admitted with a bite to her lip. She could feel her palms sweating through the rough material of the straps and she almost wanted to drop it on the floor and give him the biggest hug of comfort. “I’m sorry, H.”

Harry looked at her as a lone tear scraped itself by. His lips quivering in a loss for words–what was he to say? If she didn’t want to stay, he didn’t have a say on that. He swiped the wetness to his temple, wishing that his head didn’t hurt as much as his heart did because maybe then it would be more bearable to accept the fact that his Y/N was leaving him.

For what reasons, he wasn’t quite sure but he had an idea of what it might be. If he didn’t ask her reasoning, then he can conjure up another excuse to make himself feel better. He can say that it wasn’t the right time for them; that they were both too busy to make this the best thing to ever happen. Or maybe he can say that it just didn’t work out because they wanted different things.

But at this moment, as Harry stared her down in the eyes, he was given an answer that ripped his chest apart.

She was his one and only but she didn’t love him.

—–

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( 01 / muse 2 / cis male & he/him ) contrary to what the campers might tell you, that’s not timothee chalamet. that’s kc thain! this is their 6th year working here and they’re a counselor. they’re 23, and i just found out during ice breakers they’re a sagittarius. at first they might seem pretty oblivious, but they’re actually really creative. when they have down time, you can usually catch them getting high on the roof. try to get to know them for yourself this summer!

MEET THE MUN.  i expect i’ll be able to solve a lot of my problems once my baby brain falls out & my adult brain grows in

hello all, my name is pepper and i have never been on time for anything in my life skjsdkj i feel like all my intros start that way but it’s simply a fact, i cannot tell time. that said i just got off from work so !!! this time i have a bit of an excuse. but omg Anyways, i am v excited for this rp, like i’ve already said in the gc,,, your girls never been to camp so i am LIVING FOR THIS! a bit about me ~cAmP tHEMED~ kinda, i have never actually gone camping but i really wanna go glamping one time so hit me up if you’re interested, whenever i am in the wilderness bugs like to try to fly directly into my eyes and idk why although i do have a theory i was an exterminator in a past life or something and now they’re getting their revenge for the their fallen ancestors yk?? i hate marshmallows because when i was like six some girl told me that gelatin was made of horse hooves and i believed her and i have not really eaten a marshmallow since with the exception of the one time i microwaved a smore in my microwave when i was like eight? but then again when i was really young i used to think god looked like king triton so i’m a gullible hoe y’all i’ll believe anything. but okay i think that’s enough, moving on to the man of the hour, kronk child thain!

BIO. what do people do when they’re not stoned?  drug tw !

 kc was an accident. and honestly, he was probably a bit too aware of that way too early. to start, when kc was conceived kc’s father was married to his mother’s best friend. and well, that’s not usually the kind of thing that you do on purpose. furthermore kc was conceived in a bounce house at his half older brother’s first birthday party. again, not the kind of thing you plan. you might ask how and why kc knows this information, and that would be the third reason why kc knows with absolute surety he was an accident. because his mother has been telling him all of this frankly intimate and scarring information with absolutely no shame pretty much from the moment kc could comprehend the words coming out of her mouth, and honestly likely before that. and well, that isn’t exactly the behavior of a woman who planned to have kids is it. at least not in kc’s mind. 

frankly moira thain has been treating kc like more than a pet than a son pretty much from the moment kc can remember. she didn’t treat him badly by any means. she just wasn’t really a mom. she was a weird older friend who whined until kc made her breakfast and left for days on end to go to music festivals. she was the kind of friend who teased you ruthlessly rather than offering any good advice and embarrassed you just for fun. the kind of friend who shrugged when you asked them for help with your homework and who none of your other friends (or their parents) really liked. honestly, she was kind of a bad friend if kc was honest but he doesn’t know what else to compare her to. for a long, long time his mother, as unusual as she was, was all he had. that was until kc was about seven and he didn’t even have that anymore. 

when kc was seven a lot of shit went down at once. to start, his mother nearly overdosed, and that was the big thing. it was a traumatizing experience overall as that kind of thing would be for a seven year old, but kc would like to think he handled it like a champ. called the police, made sure his mother didn’t choke on her own vomit, and all that. but CPS was called and kc was promptly shipped out to live with a father had never met, which went as well as could be expected (refer to how and when kc was conceived above). kc stayed with them for all of six months, but well, all kc really had to do was breathe to completely ruin their marriage. even if kace was a bit dull at times even he understood that. so he wasn’t surprised when 'the boys trip’ his father took him on ended up just being a complicated ruse to dump him at his grandfather’s house for as long as he could get away with. considering it was near the end of the school year, it was a while.

now at that point as you can imagine kc was pretty drained emotionally. his mother was officially in rehab. his dad didn’t want him around. his stepmother and half siblings treated him like some kind of leper. and all of this happened within less than a year. that’s a lot for anyone to take let alone a seven year old. little kc was filled to the brim with a lot of emotions he didn’t know what to do with so for the most part he had shut down. barely spoke unless spoken to. very rarely smiled or expressed any sort of emotion really. his grandfather played a big part in fixing that. 

grandpa thain lived in a cottage in the forest and worked for a camp not too far from his cabin. he dealt with the upkeep of the grounds during the school year as well as some handyman duties when needed. and for the most part he dragged his grandson along with him as his ‘assistant’. which mostly meant that kc pulled out the weeds his grandfather told him to or passed him the tools he asked for. just simple things like that. but to kc’s surprise he really liked it. he also really liked living with his grandfather in the middle of nowhere and being able to hear the birds in the morning or take naps in fields. 

kc’s father paid for his first summer at dagwood. his half siblings came to the camp as well, in fact they had been coming longer than kc had. however, at the end of the summer, unlike his eager half siblings, kc didn’t want to leave again. dagwood had become this safe have for him of sorts, a place where he was slowly able to heal at his own pace, and he knew the moment he went back to his father’s house he would be returning to an environment he was unwanted. his grandfather made it so he didn’t have to return at all by offering to take kc in permanently. 

it took some time and a lot of legal paperwork but kc’s grandfather ended up becoming his legal guardian. his grandfather home schooled him to the best of his capability during the school year, and during the summer’s kc attended camp dagwood and helped out his grandfather in whatever way he could. he continued to do so even after he turned eighteen, even going as far as to help out in between the online art school classes that he decided to take on a whim. his grandfather regretfully had to retire from dagwood, after working every day since the camps opening day. he retired with a lot of pride and kc is really proud of him honestly, and he has every plan to take his grandfather’s place once he gets promoted from counsellor. his grandfather insists that he doesn’t need to, and that he wants kc to do whatever he wants to do but kc is too stubborn and loyal to hear any of it. he’s determined to continue the legacy his grandfather is so proud of, and stay at the place that brought him so much comfort and peace, even though honestly it’s probably not the best thing for him. it’s honestly probably time for kc to move on to bigger and better things but he hasn’t realized that yet so until then, dagwood it is. 

PERSONALITY. me as a hotel receptionist: *greets guests by playing hotel california but cutting it off right before they say california*

LOYAL. listen if you’re kc’s friend he would die for you and that’s just a fact. he is honestly loyal to fault. he will screw himself over for his friends because he’s dumb. theyt won’t even ask him to do it! he’ll do it anyways! he’s a fool 

STUBBORN. not in an obvious way like generally kc is very flexible, go with the flow? will generally not hold an opinion in most arguments and is pretty happy to follow rather than lead. but when it comes to things that kc is passionate about?? oof. a bulldozer couldn’t move him. he’s a pain in the ass.

OBLIVIOUS. he’s a fool. kc will be the last one to know about his own damn feelings. kc will be the last one to know about anyone else’ feelings too. it could be so obvious. SO SO DAMN OBVIOUS, and yet kc??? has no idea. he’s that scene from juno where juno’s like ‘i like you’ and michael cera’s like ‘as a friend?’ jkdsdjk

CREATIVE. the only thing kc’s good at is creating things. he can make pretty much anything if he puts his mind to it. probably makes his own clothes honestly. can mend and repair yours. just as a weird brain tbh, if you ever want a different perspective on something go to kc because he’ll say something so wild sdjkdfkj 

COMPASSIONATE. a kind boy tbh. wouldn’t hurt a fly. catches spiders in his hands and takes them outside. is a vegetarian. will listen to your problems any time and at least offer help even if he has no idea what to do. 

LAZY. will fall asleep standing up with his eyes open. has fallen asleep on buses and ended up in different states. is terrible when it comes to getting up in the morning. eats his breakfast half asleep every day. like he’s a hard worker when it comes down to it, but if the options are playing with the campers or taking a nap in a warm patch of sun kc knows what he’s choosing... honestly kc is good with little kids but he would vastly prefer his grandfathers job, cause his gramps just worked by himself for the most part, and working with kids is so much more exhausting rip. 

HEADCANNONS. you’re in her dms im daydreaming about her on public transport we are not the same. 

loves all branches of art honestly, is also a big fan of music. can play the guitar, the drums and bass, all skills he mostly picked up on his own while being home schooled by his grandfather. tends to be rather humble about it but he’s actually pretty talented. will play the acoustic guitar by the campfire, is one hundred percent that guy 

when doing art activity counselling kc has the energy of that one pottery guy from tiktok always. like that’s kc straight up. 

has a bunch of tattoos that are mostly doodles that he made himself, sometimes doodles his friends have made too if he likes them enough. will put pretty much anything on body and tends to think of it as his canvas. wants to be that old man covered head to toe in tats by the time he’s ninety. 

has been stung by wasps on fourteen different occasions over the years. literally kc has been stung every summer since he’s come here and it’s pretty much tradition at this point. like he hates it, but if too long goes by without him being stung he starts to get paranoid. 

loves to climb things like trees and buildings. chills out in the branches/on top of roofs a LOT. would be the guy to fall asleep in a hammock and get a mustache drawn on his face by the campers. honestly that has probably happened. 

jewish! kc’s religion wasn’t really a big part of his life when he was living with his mother but by the time he moved in with his grandfather that changed. they go to the synagogue together and everything even if it’s a bit out of the way. 

might be narcoleptic honestly. is sleeping 99% of the time. if you don’t know where kc is check his bed tbh

will never tell anyone what kc stands for honestly, he thinks it’s amusing for people to guess. will answer to any version of k____ c____ you call him though. also accepts kace which is just a nickname for a pair of initials but skjsdm still he will answer to it 

a hard worker even if he doesn’t look it. weirdly functional while working high? kc is one of those people who you never know is high cause he just acts as he normally does for the most part. 

that said he is the most focused and like alert when drawing or painting or doing anything with his hands. takes his art incredibly seriously. has probably drawn up a mural for the camp, and literally stayed up three days and three nights to do it. very talented but doesn’t really think he’s talented enough to do anything with it? could get into art school if he tried, but he’s too loyal to ever leave his grandfather or the camp behind to do it. 

very good at wood working surprisingly. this boy will make you a sexy ass chair. honestly kc is one of the those frustrating people who like you show him how to do something creative one time and he’s got it, his brain has tapped into it, he remembers. but don’t worry, give him one math problem and he completely shuts down sdkjsdjk 

hates wearing shoes. will take his shoes off the moment he has the opportunity. straight up leaves his shoes places and then’ll be like ??? fuck where did i put those ??? 

can cook surprisingly well. makes bomb weed brownies but like just in general kace makes good food. always forgets to grocery shop until his fridge is empty though

dresses like a hippie. his general aesthetic makes it look like he was in nineties movie. wears wire rimmed glasses because they were his grandfather’s and he’s too broke to buy new frames. most hipsters see him and are like !!! cause they think he’s one of them but kc knows nothing about movies or coffee or like... anything but art really so they’re pretty quickly disappointed. 

used to have hella long hair when he was younger, like he was usually picked on for looking kind of girly because of it. didn’t really care that much, or at least convinced himself he didn’t really care that much eventually. was glad when he got home schooled though cause at least then he didn’t have to deal with that anymore, 

has a scar through his eyebrow from when he fell out of a tree his first summer. 

has several ear piercings. 

i forgot to mention, kc’s mother used to be a drug dealer before her overdose but he doesn’t really know what she does now. he doesn’t talk to her very often but he talks to his dad even less. whenever his mom contacts him it’s cause she’s gotten out of rehab and needs money. kc will usually give it to her because he’s soft. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.  it takes me 3-7 business days to process my feelings

i am so tired so we’re doing this in a blob but i would love LOVE some exes from summers past, some ex flings, his first bf/gf, idk his first kiss would also be cool, someone who hates him like maybe an enemy or an old rival of some sort? an old stupid rivalry from when they were campers that they still can’t let go of now? just sayin. uh, an fwb or ewb situation maybe, another childhood friend would be cute, an opposites attract situation like i would love for kc to have a dynamic with someone who really has their shit together yk like completely different from his sleepy ass, a smoking buddy maybe! a family friend! godsibling! first love! someone who kc accidentally set on fire with a flaming marshmallow when they were thirteen! anything and everything please and thank you. 

Convince

Fandom: Star Wars Characters: hux, Phasma, Supreme leader Relationship: Hux/reader Request: the reader thinks she gets sent away because hux, phasma and kylo don’t want her anymore but they were trying to protect her. And hux is her husband so lovey dovey stuff when he gets he back please You sat with one leg swung over the other. Your bottom leg was bouncing slightly from nerves as you bit your nails as short as you could before gnawing on the inside of your cheek. He shouldn’t have taken this long. It was just a quick meeting, right? Sitting in General Hux office, you couldn’t help but feel like something was watching you. Something dangerous. Your husband, the owner of this office, had been distant from you recently. As the end of his project drew closer, you found he stepped back from you with each passing day. But tonight really hurt. It was your wedding anniversary. You had had the dress you wore custom made for this special night. 10 years ago you had exchanged vows. A sudden knock on the door made you jump. “Who is it?” You called out, knowing it wasn’t Hux otherwise he would just have walked straight in. “Phasma, miss.” Called the only other person you would be glad to see. Racing to the door, you threw it open to see your friend and ally. But she wasn’t smiling. “I need you to come with me. The supreme leader wishes to see you.” She spoke with a slight quiver in her voice that shook you to the core. She was hard and strong, one of the most fierce warriors on this ship. Something had scared her deeply. Nodding, you followed her, staying slightly back to hid your nerves. You wanted to talk to her, to speak to her like a friend. Over many years, you had grown close to her and you were the only one on this ship who she properly cared about, not just out of a sense of duty. But something wasn’t right. Stopping outside the supreme leader throne room, you turned to her. “Phasma. Im scared.” You whispered in a childish voice. You didn’t know what was going on, but it involved you in some way which you didn’t like. You had been loyal to the supreme leader before your marriage to Hux, and after the marriage you both aided him greatly. He showed favouritism towards you, more than he ever had to Hux or even Kylo. “As am I.” She breathed, unable to offer support to you right now. You knew you were to face this alone. So, taking a deep breath, you walked into the room. It was a deep red colour that mimicked blood. The supreme leader sat on his throne, his guards motionless by his side but other than them, the room was empty. “Ah, [y/n], I have been waiting on you.” He smiled, but it didn’t seem at all genuine. “My apologies. I came as soon as I was summoned.” You walked forward, bowing your head slightly out of respect. With a swift motion on his wrist, he dismissed the guards, who passed you and left. This was a true sign of trust. “I have some… unfortunate news.” He beckoned you forward with a bony finger and you walked to stand at the feet of his throne. “How unfortunate?” You asked, the question nearly getting stuck in your throat. “It depends how you look at it. With your optimism, I might think you’ll see it as a new opportunity. But your loyalty tells me otherwise.” He sighs, looking away from you. You felt yourself stiffen. Was he now questioning your loyalty or was that a compliment? Swallowing, you couldn’t speak so he continued. “Your service and loyalty to me has never gone unnoticed. Many here follow you more than some of my official leaders. But I have had to make several tough decisions for our cause. After consulting with General Hux, Kylo Ren and Phasma, it has been unanimously decided that your time here has come to an end.” As he finished, you felt your knees go weak. You stood there, staring straight in front of you as you tried and failed to comprehend what was going to happen. “I don’t understand.” You finally whispered, your voice weak and your eyes looking up to your leader to guidance. “You will leave tonight. Rip the band aid off quickly, in my opinion. There is a safe house on one of our quiet and trustworthy planets. You will be sent there, your salary will remain the same. Consider this early retirement for a job well done.” He smiled, leaning back in his seat. That same smile that seemed fake. “And what of my husband?” You asked, your voice breaking. “He shall remain here. He may visit you on occasions that suite the First Order, but contact will be limited.” The smile drops from his lips. “Why tonight? Can it not be postponed?” Your mind was racing as your heart broke. “No.” A simple but sharp response. You nod, accepting the answer and knowing better than to argue with him. He was right, this would be a break. You could live in a proper house which you could make a home. You could paint, doing art, write a book, do all the thing you had never been able to do because of your work. You could relax. But without Hux? You had planned him to be in your life until the end. When you thought of living in a home, he was there. Something gnawed at the back of your mind. “You said it was a unanimous decision. You all voted for me to leave? Was there no opposition or reason for me to stay?” You asked, your voice breaking as tears flooding your eyes. You wanted to hear that someone had fought for you. They had fought to keep you here. You wanted to hear how your husband had begged you keep you by his side, how Phasma had given reason after reason as to why you were an asset and you needed to say. Even damn Kylo saying you kept the ship sane! “No, they all voted the same way.” He signed slightly, getting annoyed with your questions. “Your ship will be ready to depart in 30 minutes. You may keep it.” “Thank you.” You breathed, unable to think of anything else to say. He didn’t need to excuse you. You turned and walked out the room, the second your back was to him, tears were falling from your cheeks. Leaving the throne room, you turned the corner and saw three people walking in your direction, none speaking or even looking at each other. Hux, Phasma and Kylo. Hux was the first to spot you. His mouth opened slightly and you saw his eyes dart down to your dress as he froze in place. This wasn’t how you thought you would spend your 10th anniversary. His sudden stop was noticed by the other two who followed his gaze and saw you. Phasma couldn’t even look you in the eyes and kylo could only look at for for brief moments. You reached for your wedding and engagement ring on your finger. Pulling it off, you dropped it to the ground, turned on your heel and walked in the opposite direction from them all. Once round the corner, you ran back to the room you shared with Hux but locked it behind you. you went to the bedroom, your heart beating so loud you could hear it in your ears only for your blood to run cold. on the bed was a suitcase. It was open, but you could see everything was packed for you. On the top of all your clothes was a picture from yours and Huxs wedding. You picked up the picture, the frame made from a beautiful engraved silver. Lifting it up, you threw it against the wall, the frame shattering and the picture falling out. Striding into the living room, you raced to the cabinet that had photos of you and your husband over the years. Taking out photo after photo, you smashed them all. You took off the necklace he had got you for your 5 year anniversary and threw it on the floor, you set to destroy everything you could as tears burned in your eyes. Finally, falling to the floor, you sobbed uncontrollably. ----------------time skip ---------------- The house was nice, that was an upside. It was deep in the country and was surrounded by rolling hills and nature. Standing outside, you took another sip of your coffee, taking in the beauty of it all. You’d been here 2 months now. 2 whole months. It seemed like barley yesterday that you had left and it still stung. Another sip, you felt the cold wind pass you so you decided to go back it. There was no doubt in your mind you would enjoy this life. It was all you had ever wanted and Hux had always promised it to you, but you thought it would be different. He was always meant to be here with you. Maybe even children. you hadn’t heard from anyone since you left. You had left your datapad but what they didn’t know was that you had planted a chip in your old one years ago in case it was ever stolen or hacked. You were one of the best hackers in the universe and you used to be highly sought after for your skills. You decide to spend a couple of years on your own. You needed it after that marriage. While divorce had never came up, you wondered if that had been the over all goal of making you leave. Had Hux grown tiered of you or fallen out of love with you and decided it was easiest to make you leave. No, Kylo would never have agreed to that. You had supported Kylo through his whole time with the First order in ways neither Hux nor the supreme leader had. You offered him a more humane side of it all and he appreciated it. He would never have pushed you away and neither would Phasma. You would probably never know why. Walking into the dining room, you sat down and opened your laptop. Some habit were hard to break, and this included keeping an eye on the rebellion and the first order. You had small hacks into each system which allowed you to have small amounts of information dripped into you. Enough to keep you satisfied, at least. but today, something was off. Hacking further into the rebellion, you were able to see data transferring from one place to another. The destination looked to be the rebellions ship which was known to the first order, but you couldn’t see what information they were getting. Until you hacked further and instantly, your eyes widened. They were hacking the ships defences. The first orders main ship, the one which had the supreme leader, which had Kylo and Phasma, which had Huxs. You traced the coordinates of the rebellion ship when you saw a transmission was going urgent in the first order. While it tracked the location, you listened to the transmission by the supreme leader. He was announcing that the rebellion were beginning attacked, that they would soon fall and the first order would rule all. But if they were attacking each other, the ones who had the upper hand was the one with all the information’s. The rebellion. You had to do something. Racing into the kitchen, you grabbed your second laptop which was more up to date and able to handle the capability’s of what you needed. Your first laptop beeped with the location but you didn’t need it. You knew they were in the same place as the first order. grabbing a headset with a mic attached, you plugged yourself in and began. First, you had to interface with the rebellions hack. You quickly fired through all the defence systems and managed to get into their system properly, enough to slow down the hack as the equipment struggled with the interference. Then, you hacked into the first order, something which was easy for you. Immediately, you saw all the data on the bridge whirling about between stations. Locking on to one desk, you saw it was Mitaka who was logged in. You knew you could trust him and he would be wearing a communication device. Hacking in, you heard the hustle and bustle of the main bridge. “mitaka.” You whispered into the mic. “wh-“ He jumped, sounding frightened. “Shhh, don’t say anything. Just listen to me. I need to ask you some questions. If the answer is yes, tut once and if its no, tut twice. Is there anyone close to you?” You asked, knowing mitaka was known for his tutting while on shift. Two tuts. “Good.” You took a breath, knowing this could get you both in a lot of trouble, him more than you. “Where have you been? Everyones worried sick. Ever since you left the orders been in tatters. Kylos out of control, phasma wont stop barking order and hux doesn’t-“ He tried to speak but you cut him off, their names hurting you. “I don’t care.” You snapped then sighed. “Look, the supreme leader sent me away. It was decided by the four of them. Im not coming back.” “What?!” He spoke too loudly and you heard someone shout across the bridge. “What is it?” They demanded but he was quicker. “What is the code to unlock the access to the control panel?” He rattled off without giving himself away. Someone responded with 4 numbers and he thanked them before returning to you in a hushed voice. “why would they-?” He started to ask but you cut him off again. “Look, we have bigger problems than that. I intercepted a hack by the republic to the first order ship. They are hacking your defences as we speak!” You told him, turning to your other laptop to quickly gain access to the ship from both. “Shit! What are we going to do!” He started to panic. “Help me. I can try hack the hack but it will take a while. I need you to tell me exactly whats going on right now.” You spoke as your fingers whizzed over the keyboard. “We found the rebellions ship. It has their princess on it. We are about to attack. Its planned for about 5 minutes time once everything’s in place.” He said in a hushed voice. “Shit, they will be in your system before then. Ive managed to slow the hack down but not by much. I need you to-“ You shut up when you heard a very familiar voice in the background. “Whats the progress on the scum?” Huxs voice spoke with that air of demand and authority he was known for. For some reason, hearing his voice was more painful than you ever thought it would be. Someone answered from the other side. “Don’t speak to me unless you absolutely have to, okay?” You hoped he remembered the tutting thing which he had when he tutted once. “Okay, im going to put a screen up on your monitor in a moment. Ill put it in the lower right corner. Type your log in details so I can gain access to the codes I need.” You could get them yourself but it was faster to get his details in. Sure enough, his log in appeared on your screen. “Perfect.” You quickly opened up to show how far the rebellions hack was along, expecting it to only be 75 % but when you heart jumped up into your throat. It was done. Just then, you heard the sound of chaos and then a loud crash coming from the bridge. “holy shit!” mitaka gasped, fear obvious in his voice. You could hear people asking what had happened, what was going on and why your defences were down. mitaka whispered your name. “Im trying, they were quicker than I thought!” You growl as you hack into their system and attempt to break their connection with them. “[y/n], their shooting at us!” mitaka growled as the sound of another hit made you flinch. You could hear Hux shouting commands but his voice broke slightly. He was scared. They all were. “Wait wait wait!” You rambled, your fingers smashing the buttons. You couldn’t help but notice how hard your heart was beating. You weren’t even on the ship, but you felt the fear and you wanted to save your friends. And your husband. Cursing yourself, you knew you were still in love with him but this wasn’t the time to face such feeling. finally, you broke the connection. Now you needed to put the defence shield back up. “[y/n]? their aiming right at us.” Mitakas voice shook. “I know, I know. Im almost there.” You shook your head, imagining the look on the crew as they saw their enemy aiming at them and there was nothing between them. If they hit the front of the ship with the windows. They were as good as dead. “Im so close.” You breathed, hoping it would calm him ever so slightly. “[y/n]?” he sounded like he had just stood up. “nearly done.” Your voice broke as you furiously tried to get the defence shied back online. So close. “[y/n]!” mitaka screamed just as you managed to bring the shield back up. As soon as it was up, you saw it take immediate damage. You had just saved the entre crew. sitting back, you took a deep breath but it was short lived. “Why did you say her name?!” A voice hissed in your ear, as hux demanded an answer from mitaka. “she just saved all of us.” Mitaka said in an authorities voice. “She intercepted a hack made by the rebellion to take down our defence shield and put it back up.” there a brief moment of silence, then dead air. You were disconnected. ----------------- time skip ---------------- It had been a day since the hack, since you had had any contact with mitaka. You were scared to say the least. He could face possible charges for allowing you the access he had. You didn’t want him to get into trouble for you. it was just after nightfall when you heard a ship landing near by. It was easy to head in the silence of the country. Going to the window, you saw a single ship, one small and intimate that couldn’t take more than 3 people at a push. You wondered if it was mitaka who was now getting expelled with you. But then your heart jumped into your throat. Hux stepped off the ship alone. His eyes fell on the cottage then walked towards it. Going to the door, you opened it before he could get to there first. When he saw you, he paused. You wore a summer dress that hugged your cuves beautifully. Your hair fell down to frame your face nicely. You looked healthy, happy even despite the blank expression you wore. “Why are you here?” You asked, your arms cross over your chest as you leaned against the door. “I came to take you back.” He cleared his throat first then spoke as if he had any authority here. “Back?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “yes, back with me. You can return to the first order, regain your rank. We can be together again.” He nodded, grasping his hands behind his back. “what makes you think I want to go back?” You frowned, your annoyance obvious. “we-“ He started to speak, but you interrupted. “besides, you were the one who sent me away. You didn’t want me anymore so you threw me off the ship like trash. And on our anniversary!” You spat, trying to sound angry but sounding just as heartbroken. “I didn’t want this.” He lowered his eyes from yours, refusing to look at you anymore. You wanted to hurt him like he had hurt you. Walking up, you stood in front of him and ducking your head to look him in the eyes. The second he realised how close you were, he took shuddered breath as he stared down at you, his mouth slightly open. He looked at you the same way he had when you married him. Like you were his everything. “Do you want me?” You asked in a sweet voice. “Yes.” He breathed, his voice barley a whisper as he glanced to your lips then back to your eyes. “Then-“ You paused, moving so your lips were only an inch away. “-you shouldn’t have abandoned me here.” With that, you turned and walked back to the house. Hux staggered slightly then realised you were gone. He quickly found you and bolted for you, quicker than you had ever seen him move in your life. He grabbed your upper arm and forced you back to look at him. “I didn’t abandon you.” He argued, rage overtaking his features with a hint of desperateness. “No, you’re right. You got other people to do it.” You screamed in his face, tears spilling down your cheek. When he saw your tears, his quickly let go of your arm to cup your cheeks. “We thought it was best. We knew the scum were going to attack and we decided to keep you safe. We sent you here for your own good.” His voice shook as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You whispered as you pulled away from him, unable to bear the contact anymore. “Are you happy here?” Hux suddenly asked, his voice behind you. He tried to walk around you so he could see your face but you ducked away again. You heard him sign and then walk over to the window. There was a moment of silence as he looked out over the rolling hills. “I never intended all this. You know that, right?” He looked at you but you snap your head away from him. Another sigh. “this was going to be my anniversary gift to you. This got your attention and you glanced up at hux, but he had gone back to staring out the window. He looked more… human than you had seen him look in a long time. Maybe it was the natural sunset which seemed to bring life back into his eyes. He looked down, searching the ground for something but not finding it. “I was going to bring you here that night. Before all this happened. I was going to surprise you.” He smiled to himself, imagining how happy you would have looked when he presented you with the house. Maybe even how you would have grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. But then his face fell. “then we got word that the rebels were going to attack us. Not enough time or supplies to evacuate everyone. We had to fight. But then there was you. My one weakness, my one flaw and yet the best thing about me.” This time, he looked to you with such love and admiration in his eyes. When he was you were looking at him, he couldn’t keep eye contact so he looked back out the window. “I decided to send you away. To send you here. I thought it was for the best. You would be safe. But then Ren said you would never leave. So it was arranged to look like… well you know what happens next.” He signs. “Yes, you chuck me out. You packed my stuff behind my back and had the audacity to put a photo of us in there.” You spoke with a emotionless voice as tears ran down your cheek. “I wanted you to-“ He turns to you but you snap back. “You wanted me to come running into your arms when you decided to pick me up again.” You snapped at him. You had no reason to distrust him or what he told you, but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt. “I did.” His words took you back. You expect him to deny it, to try make up another excuse. “I hoped you might convince yourself it wasn’t what it seemed.” “What?” You frown, confused. “You’re good at that. You convicted yourself that im a good man. You convicted yourself I was worthy of your hand in marriage. You convicted yourself that Ren isn’t completely useless. I hoped that this might be another moment like those.” He signed, looking to the ground again. “It was the only thing that made the last few months bearable.” sudden, arms wrapped around your body and your husband embraced you for the first time in months. “Tell me you still love me. Please.” He whispers as he pleads with you. His voice broke and you could feel how he was shaking. His whispers seemed to be from a broken man rather than someone who had just won a war. There was a brief moment of silence as you thought through your answer. “You’re wrong about that, you know.” You finally said, making him pull back to look down at you in confusion. “About me being good at persuading myself. See, Ive spent the last few weeks telling myself how angry I was and how I could never forgive you. I told myself I didn’t love you and I would never come back to you if you asked.” “Does, does this mean?” He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. You bit your lip and nod. In a moment, your husbands lips were on yours, kissing you passionately and with such need you nearly collapsed. “Do you have to return tonight?” you asked against his lips. “No, I can remain here for 3 days.” He didn’t open his eyes as he touched his forehead to yours. “good.” You breathed as you grabbed his hand and started to pull him upstairs but before you could get to the bottom, he stopped you. “Could… would you put this back on?” He then pulls your engagement and wedding ring out of his pocket, holding it out on a shaking hand. You smiled as you left out your left hand to him. He took it, kissed the back of your hand before sliding your rings back on, sealing it with another kiss. “Now, we should make up for lost time.” He smiles as he lifts you off the ground easily and carries you up stairs.

Unofficially official part 2~ Ruby Martinez

Summary: Ruby and you had an unofficial thing going on until Olivia shows up and he becomes all about her, you put up with it all until he missed your birthday dinner for her as well. Will Ruby be able to get your heart back or will it be to late?

Pairing: Ruby x reader, Monse x Cesar

Warnings: None

I went the rest of the week without a single attempt from Ruby to talk to me or even explain why he wasn’t at the dinner. It hurt but I wasn’t going to force him to be there if he didn’t want to. I was seated with Monse who was trying to talk me into still having my party tomorrow, “I don’t see why you have to give up on your birthday because he’s being like this. Y/n I think it would be good to have a party who knows what will happen,” she says causing me to think for a little before I could decide.

“You know what that is a good idea,” I say pausing for a moment, “As a matter of fact this is going to be the perfect chance to get over him. Im done,” I say standing and walking over to where I had the outfit I bought for today. I frown a little remembering I picked it out for the sole fact Ruby would love it on me.

Picking up my clothes I turn back towards Monse who looks more than shocked at my response. I wasn’t going to sit around while he got to find someone new without even glancing in my direction throwing away all the promises we made. Saying goodbye to Monse I prepare to get ready, thoughts of our secret summer adventure running through my mind.

//

“You know, sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend but then I remember that you could go through hell with one and they will forget you are there without a single thought,” I say looking towards Ruby who was beside me on my floor, Netflix playing and two “forties” by our sides.

“Well not every guy is like that if you give them the chance.”

“Yeah not every guy is you,” I say laughing slightly to hide the disappointment in my voice.

“Well they don’t have to be when the real thing wants you,” Ruby replied in a serious tone causing me to snap my head to look at him.

Before I knew it our lips were together in what seemed like the fastest kiss of my life and I was face to face with a blushing awkward Ruby, “W-was that okay?” he asked scratching his neck.

I nod looking into his eyes blushing.

Two weeks after we kissed it became a regular thing, Ruby and I were cuddled up on the couch watching tv at my house when he breaks the silence randomly saying, “Just because we aren’t together official I just want you to know that I will never hurt you because I really care about you. I promise that this isn’t going to end up like it would with a douchebag who you get left behind by,” kissing the top of your head when he finishes speaking.

“If you do end up not wanting us to turn into anything or you get feelings for someone else, please just tell me first i’m not going to lie it will hurt but I would rather painful and honest then lies causing me to look like an idiot.”

Ruby nodded looking into my eyes before saying, “Princessa I wouldn’t dream of it, you’re the girl for me.” hiding the blush that was creeping up my cheeks I kiss his jaw and turn my attention back to the show.

The moment I got home that night I called Monse to sleep over so we could talk about it and she ended up telling me about Cesar at the same time.

//

Putting the finishing touches on my outfit I admire how the skirt and top compliment my curves beautifully and how my makeup makes my y/e/c pop since I coordinated it to my outfit rather than my natural look. Smiling at myself I walk out into the kitchen where my parents are setting up, “You ready for your party?” my dad asked as I walked into the room.

Nodding my head I look around the house admiring the subtle decorations that were along the walls, “Do you need anything else done before people arrive, I can help set up,” I offer looking at my mother who was putting food on serving dishes.

“No darling this is the last thing we have to do.”

Nodding I turn to look at the rest of the house as my father wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “You like it hija?”

“Yes dad, it is beautiful,” I reply smiling still.

After fifteen minutes the quest started to arrive one after the next, there wasn’t really a minute for me to stop and sit down for the first twenty minutes. After saying hi to everyone I began to make my way towards my group of friends who were standing off in the kitchen, Monse was having a conversation with my mother as the two stood by the food. Smiling at the two I walk over to them and look around the room for the rest of our group; I spot Jamal and Cesar talking to Olivia though I couldn’t see Ruby anywhere yet. When I couldn’t find him my heart sunk though it sunk even more when Cesar moved slightly, Ruby was stood beside Olivia with a hand on her back. Swallowing the lump in my throat I force a smile in their direction and turn back towards Monse who was none done talking to my mother leaving just me and her.

“Y/n are you okay?” she asked the worry in her voice basically overflowing the moment the words left her mouth.

Nodding I glance back toward the two standing beside Cesar once more before replying, “Yeah, I actually was going to see if you wanted to hit the dance floor.”

Smiling a little she nods and we both head out back where there was a dance floor set up. The moment we are on the dance floor we instantly start dancing, not worrying about a single thing other than the music and Monse beside me. Eventually I began dancing with one of the guys from school I invited not caring about the part in my stomach that was turning because someone other than Ruby was touching me. I was so wrapped up in the music I almost didn’t realize Monse slipped off somewhere, or that the Cesar and Jamal had made their way to the dance floor as well with Olivia in tow. Once a few songs played ended I slipped away from the boy I had just been dancing with and making my way over to my friends, though to no surprise Ruby and Olivia were nowhere to be seen, Monse standing where Olivia was the last time I looked in their direction. Smiling at the I say, “Hey guys, having fun?”

“Of course,” Cesar says smile at me before shooting a glance between Monse and the dance floor like no one seen though I did.

“Have you been on the dance floor yet?” I ask hoping Monse catches on to what i’m doing since I nudged her before continuing, “Me and Monse were out there earlier it was great.”

Monse caught on to my idea and agreed dragging Cesar along to dance though I could tell she was thankful there were no slow songs played at all so far. As they walked away I looked at Jamal with a soft smile, “Do you want to go dance to?”

Shaking his head no he looks at me and replies, “Im going to talk have some snacks and talk to your dad about roller world.” I nod understanding that Jamal loved talking to my dad and Ruby’s grandma because they were the only two to play along with his beliefs in the whole thing.

I walked inside beside Jamal hoping to find Ruby for the first time tonight. I spotted him in one of the more private corners of my kitchen with her beside him where she always was, locking eyes with Olivia I can’t help but let all the hurt show for once. She held my gaze momentarily causing Ruby to turn around confusion written clearly on his features until his eyes meet mine causing me to turn around, rushing off to my room to relax before I go back out there; I can’t just hide away during my own birthday party. Closing my door I slip down it sitting with my knee against my chest, eyes tightly pressed closed trying to calm my breathing and stop the tears threatening to spill not wanting to ruin my makeup.

I sat silently like that for about five minutes before I heard a knock at the door bringing my attention back to reality rather than thinking about the boy downstairs who officially broke his promise he made to me before Olivia came into the picture. ‘This is my party I'm not going to sit here sulking over petty teenage boys' I thought to myself as I stood from the floor and straightened myself up before open the door. I was expecting to be met by Monse or my mother, but instead it was the culprit of all this himself. Straightening my back, I narrow my eyes and look at him before speaking, “What could you possibly want, don’t you have to go do something for Olivia?” I asked irritation evident in my voice.

I was about to push past him when he grabbed my arm and said, “Why would I do that when I could spend time with you on your birthday?”

I spun around to face him ripping my arm from his grasp in the process the moment the words left his mouth, “No Ruby you can’t actually. I’m not going to act like everything is cool anymore because it’s no. I wanted to spend today with you, and my actual birthday with you but none of that happened because you have been to busy with Olivia. Since she moved here I have no longer existed  and honestly it hurts, so the last thing I want to do right now is spend time with you,” It was harsh but at the moment that was how I felt.

“Why would you say that y/n?” he asked his voice dropping, I could see the hurt on his face and I wanted nothing more than to comfort him but at this point he hurt me more than those words just hurt him.

“Why would I say that, really Ruben? How about why would you kiss me and act like we were a couple all summer then the moment Olivia comes along I lose you, which I would have been fine with if it wasn’t for the promises you broke along the way?” I asked beyond annoyed at the victim card he was attempting to play at the moment.

“You didn’t lose me,” he says as he tries to grab my hand though I pull my hand out of his reach before he can grab it.

“I heard you tell Monse you called dibs on her the day we met her, every plan we have had you couldn’t make because of her. You didn’t even come to my birthday dinner because she wasn’t invited,” I say finally letting the defeat and hurt slip through and show rather than just anger.

A few stray tears slipped out and he reached up wiping them away careful not to mess my makeup and our of instinct I leaned into his hand, only to pull away when I realized what I was doing. Reaching out he grabbed my face between his hands gently, “Princessa no, don’t cry I love you. I know what I have been doing is the biggest dick move and I have missed you like crazy, that whole night that I missed your dinner I felt like shit but I was trying to make Olivia feel welcome. I wish I could take everything back and go back to how we were this summer but I can’t, instead I can try to make it up to you and prove I love you if you will let me.”

By the time he was done talking his voice was barely above a whisper and I could somewhat see tears going down his cheek through the blurriness of the ones I was holding back, I had no idea what to say or if I could trust my voice to say anything at all. So I answered him the one way I knew he'd understand, leaning in I brought our lips together in a soft kiss answering him in the only way I could think of. When we separated and he said, “I have to make sure to thank Monse, if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have thought there was something wrong,” at this point we had our arms wrapped around each other, our foreheads resting together, his voice is no higher than a whisper as though he was talking to himself more than me, “I thought you knew I loved you no matter what idiotic thing I do, but now I know I need to appreciate my girl so I don’t lose her.”

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face the moment he calls me his girl, leaning in I his him again though more passionate than the last before pulling away and whispering, “I love you to.”

Spilt on the Ground like Water

A/N warning for torture, starvation, water deprivation, serious amounts of dub-con, suicidal ideation, past hydra trash party reference, pre-slash, medical aftermath including a foley tube (catheter), not Clint Barton friendly, not particularly Steve friendly, kissing, frottage, bonding over shitty experiences

Chapter Four: Not Without Him

If there was one thing that could be counted upon in the entire fucking universe, it was that Captain goddamn America couldn’t arrive anywhere except in the nick of time. Like. what the hell, Stevie. Did the guy have a doomsday fucking watch or something and he couldn’t show up before things were absolutely critical? It was written into his goddamn contract or something?

Also, he apparently had something against being stealthy -- Natasha could not have taught him any better? -- which might usually get an eyeroll, except that in this particular instance, Bucky needed him to be loud and obnoxious.

“Down here, pal!” Bucky shifted his grip. One arm under Tony’s arms, keeping his head above water, the other pushed against the wall to keep himself upright.

“Come on!” Steve yelled, and it wasn’t long after that Bucky heard his boots on the stairs.

“Can’t,” Bucky explained. It was self-evident when Steve got there. Tony was trapped in debris, unconscious and the room was slowly filling with water. Like some bad Star Trek episode or something. Bucky could get Tony out, but he’d go under if Bucky let go.

Steve splashed into the Command & Control center.

“Well, this doesn’t look good,” another voice added, coming up behind Steve.

Hawkeye. Not a fan. He was looking down the shaft of an arrow, not quite sure who he was supposed to shoot, apparently.

“Get th’ damn support beam off ‘im and we can get out of here,” Bucky suggested, confused as to why they weren’t actually moving yet.

He’d been holding Tony up for hours, it seemed. His back ached, his chest hurt, there were pieces of debris stuck in his skin. The first gush of water had filled the room to almost thigh deep in moments, then someone else -- somewhere, Bucky didn’t know where, or who, or why -- had managed to cut it down to a slow, but steady rise. Whoever that person was, Bucky was gonna pin a medal on them, even if they were fucking Hydra, because he and Tony would have died, if the water hadn’t slowed.

Steve tried.

His muscles bunched and his shoulders strained enough so that the fabric of his armor was stretched. Bucky tugged, light, but Tony wouldn’t budge.

“Leave him,” Hawkeye suggested, cynical. He still hadn’t come all the way into the room, watching the mayhem from a secure lookout position.

“Fuck you, pal,” Bucky snarled. He wasn’t going anywhere. If he drowned with Tony, so be it.

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“I can’t lift it, Buck,” Steve said, and Bucky squinted at him, not sure if Steve was sincerely trying or not. Couldn’t prove it. But none of them had much lingering fondness for Tony. Steve had only come for Bucky -- he’d managed to get his SOS and location out when they’d plugged him in to torture him; the extra electricity had given his internal circuits some extra boost. Enough that Natasha would have been able to find him, and Steve would come for him.

Bucky knew that like he knew his own name.

Admittedly, there were days that Bucky didn’t know his own name. So there was that.

“You bring the witch with you?”

Of course they had; just the way Hawkeye’s gaze flickered upward was enough to tell him the truth.

“Get her down here and get us out of here.”

“He’s pretty badly hurt,” Steve reasoned. “You think--”

Bucky drew a knife from the small arsenal he’d taken off the guards. “He’ll live. He has to. You get us out of here.” His fingers tightened against Tony’s

“Wanda’s evacuating the other prisoners,” Steve said. “Clint, hold up Stark, Bucky can help me lift.”

Bucky thought he might throw up, trusting Hawkeye to keep Tony’s head above water while they worked on the support beam, but what else was he going to do? Aside from flay Hawkeye alive if he let Tony drown.

Bucky got himself under the beam and heaved. Okay, provisionally, Steve was forgiven for being an asshole, because Bucky was pretty sure he couldn’t have lifted the goddamn thing on his own. His bones ached from the strain of the weight against him.

In the end, they barely managed to shift it enough for Hawkeye to pull Tony free. A blossom of red bloomed against the water as soon as they moved; something had been keeping Tony from bleeding. As soon as Steve was clear, Bucky dropped his half of the beam and raced to Tony’s side. “Shit, shit, shit.”

And the water was rising faster, now. “Come on, Buck,” Steve said, grabbing his arm and pulling him. “We need to go now.”

“He’ll bleed out if we don’t get this stopped now.”

“Buck, I’m not leaving without you.”

“Well, I ain’t leavin’ without him, so get the hell off me, pal,” Bucky snapped.

Bucky located the source of the blood and started basic first aid. The lack of supplies was maddening.

“Jesus,” Steve complained, but at least he helped get Tony out the water so Bucky could get a tourniquet on. “What happened here? Why’s he so important to you?”

Bucky looked up at Steve; if his heart wasn’t in his eyes, he suspected that was because it was busy panicking. But he didn’t have time to sort through his tangle of feelings. It wasn’t just what Tony could do for him, free him from the mess inside his head. There was more to it, but Bucky needed some time to figure it out. “He’s just important.”

“Hey, hey, doll, shhh,” a voice said. It wasn’t quite a familiar voice, but it wasn’t an unfamiliar voice either, and it calmed Tony just enough that he stopped struggling against whatever was holding down.

The nasal cannula was hanging down his cheek, looped over one ear, but in his frantic attempts to sit up, he’d knocked it aside.

Another set of tubes went into his arm. There was probably a set of tubes that were coming out of his ass, too. Tony’d been in the hospital a few times for long-term injuries. Those visits fucking sucked.

“Get me out of this bed,” Tony said, or he tried to say. His voice was just about gone, hoarse and scratchy like he’d been screaming, and his throat hurt like someone had shoved a tennis racquet down his throat. Sideways.

Barnes-- no, Bucky, they’d decided that, just before the big crazy, hadn’t they… yeah. Bucky didn’t bother to try to talk him out of it, or object, or anything. He just started unwinding the tubes, peeling off the tape. He tugged the IV line out with an expert hand and produced a bandage pad and a roll of pink medical tape to stop the bleeding.

“You want me to decath you, or wait for a nurse?”

Yeah, great. Tube up his dick. That was just charming.

Tony blinked. “You know how to do that?” Safely was unspoken, but decidedly implied because really, no, he didn’t want anyone to just rip a Foley tube out of there, not even him.

“Yeah,” Bucky said. He held up a syringe -- no needle, thank Christ -- and a pair of thin, blue gloves. “I can do it.”

What the hell? Bucky had already seen everything Tony had to offer, and they’d been through hell together. A little further wouldn’t cross anyone’s eyes. He nodded, then didn’t watch while Bucky did a number of uncomfortable things in the general vicinity of his dick. He didn’t even want to know what Bucky did with what was probably a bag full of pee. Just, yeah. See no evil.

“I brought your clothes, too,” Bucky said. There was a brush of cool, wet cloth along his thighs and then, “and coffee, in a thermos. Wasn’t sure when you’d wake up.”

“What clothes?”

“Jeans, sneakers with lifts -- you wear lifts, Tony -- and a Metallica tee.”

“You’d wear lifts too if half your friends were a good four or five inches taller than you are,” Tony muttered. No point denying it. Anyone who’d ever paid attention to his footwear knew he was a little sensitive about his height. “Also, did you say something about coffee?”

“Here you go.” Bucky washed his hands, then poured him a cap full from the thermos, still steaming, black as night and bitter as regret. Perfect.

“You’re my new favorite,” Tony declared. The hot liquid woke him up a little, soothed his aching throat. “What happened, where are we, who’s with you, and are we in any danger?”

“Slow down,” Bucky said, steadying the cup before Tony dropped it, which would have been both uncomfortable and a waste of perfectly good coffee. “In answer to your questions, we’re in Budalange, in the hospital.”

“Luxembourg? Why?”

“They’re not signees of the Accords, and it was the safest -- and closest -- neutral zone we could maintain on the fuel that was left in the quinjet.”

Tony nodded, make a continue gesture while he caffeinated himself. After weeks of being without, the buzz was hitting him right away.

“The Raft sank. We have no way to estimate lives lost, since the facility had no official records, but over four dozen powered persons were rescued who’d been held prisoner there, not including you and I. Steve, Romanov, Barton, and Wanda came to the rescue. Your friend, James Rhodes, brought me your clothes via overnight Warmachine delivery, and after he comes back from a forty-eight hour stint of bedside vigil with no sleep, he’ll be damned happy to see you. And… we’re in as much danger as is the status quo for superheroes.”

“Situation normal. All fucked up,” Tony said. Rhodey was here? There was a warm fuzzy feeling at that, which neatly counteracted the chill around his heart at the thought of Rogers or Maximoff. Or Barton for that matter. He wondered if Rhodey had used his bionic legs to kick Barton’s ass yet. He hoped not.

He’d rather be a witness.

“That’s about the size of it, yes,” Bucky said.

Tony cocked his head. “There’s more you’re not telling me.”

“True,” Bucky said. He shook out Tony’s jeans. “Lean on me, if you need. I’ll help you get dressed.”

He was wobbly, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Bucky was calmly stoic about the whole thing, enough so that Tony only felt mild embarrassment about using him as a human crutch while getting into pants and his tee.

“So, is this some sort of Stockholm Syndrome thing? We bonded over being imprisoned and tortured together? And you know, while there’s an unlocked door nearby, you want to tell me what was up with that…” Tony waved his hand around, as if there was a word for the not-quite-sex that had happened between them.

“I don’t know,” Bucky said. “And probably? And… that was a calculated risk.”

Tony’s eyebrow reached the stratosphere. “So, you’re bad at math.”

Bucky chuckled. “Maybe so, doll,” he said. “But there was an extreme protocol set up. Hydra… made it impossible for me to turn on certain higher ups, even if I was ordered to by someone who had my command words. I can’t… I can’t hurt anyone I’ve been… intimate seems the wrong word.”

Tony considered vomiting, but he didn’t think there was anything in his stomach to come up and his throat already hurt. “Who--” He bit that off. Tony really didn’t want to know.

“I think most of them are dead,” Bucky said, not meeting Tony’s eyes. “I wasn’t sure it would work. But that shit is still in my head and I didn’t want to hurt you. Kinda counterproductive to the whole idea of rescuing you.”

Tony gave a bitter barking sound. It wasn’t a laugh, no, not even close. “Hydra is so fucked up.”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Bucky said, and that was true. Didn’t want to know.

“So, what now?”

Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know. I ain’t never been the brains of the operation before. Which Steve’ll tell you. Battle plans, yes. What happens now? I got no clue, doll.” He reached out, touched Tony’s face with two metal fingers. The metal was warm, which seemed like it should be strange, except how it wasn’t. Electronics got hot when they were working, fact of life. That’s why the arm had vent-ports in it, after all.

Tony took hold of Bucky’s metal wrist, held those fingers in place. He didn’t know what came next. He’d figure it out as they went. But he did know one thing. He didn’t want Bucky to leave. And he didn’t know how to ask him to stay.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why come for me at all? How’d you even know where I was? Why… why… lots of why?”

“There were a lot of reasons, in the beginning. Before I ever got thrown in that damn hole and saw you there, strong as hell, defiant as a windstorm. Then the old reasons stopped mattering.”

“So what’s the new reason?”

Bucky took a step, the most hesitant, tentative step Tony had ever seen, tilted his head, inhaled--

Tony met him halfway, already sensing in his bones what was about to happen and wanting it more than anything.

Tony’s hand came up and found its way into that tangle of rich, dark hair, pulled Bucky’s head down. Bucky opened his mouth, caught Tony’s bottom lip in his teeth and tugged, then licked at it until Tony thought he might actively die from the sensation. Bucky whimpered, pulled them closer.

Tony rewarded that beautiful little sound by opening to the kiss, shifting against Bucky to test his mouth, taste him.

When Bucky pulled back, his eyes were wide, dark. “I don’t… I don’t know what it is,” he said. “I ain’t… felt anything like it before.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

Paint and Metal and Everything in Between (1/4)

Uh...so...there was one scene I wanted to write but it needs build up, so...this happened. Uh. Here’s some Jeremwood set in the FAHC AU. There’s a NSFW scene. I’ll crosspost it on AO3 when I clean it up a bit. 

(Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, general tag) 

Jeremy's running down backstreet alleys with Michael, a cash-heavy duffle slung over his back and his legs protesting with every corner – Michael's glancing back at him and laughing gleefully and the sirens only get louder, ringing around in the narrow alleyways.

“What's the plan?!” Jeremy shouts, smiling despite the fact that the cops already pinned down Michael's escape car and now they're running for their lives in the worst part of Los Santos.

“Don't worry, I called backup!” Michael yells, and Jeremy wonders what it'll be now. He hasn't spent much time with the FAHC yet but he's already been treated to one of Gavin's dizzying chopper rides. He hopes it's not that, but some part of him has already resigned itself to climbing a hook.

They burst out into an open street and Jeremy immediately scans for cops and flinches at the car that squeals around the corner, low-riding and black and zooming up to them before braking sharply. Michael grins and yanks open the back door, squeezing in with duffle and all and ushering Jeremy in as the engine revs and the car speeds off again, the door slamming shut with the force, barely missing Jeremy's fingers.

Lights flash behind them and Michael laughs loudly as he retrieves an SMG from his footwell – Jeremy kicks his duffle down and looks up into the rearview mirror to see – oh shit – the Vagabond staring back at him, maskless and painted ghoulishly, grinning almost manically as he swerves around another corner.

“Hey!” The Vagabond says, meeting Jeremy's eyes in the mirror.

“Lil J, this is V, V, Lil J,” Michael says before smashing out a window with the butt of the SMG, twisting to shoot behind them.

“Aw, you didn't have to break it,” the Vagabond complains, accelerating through a red light and flipping off the honking horns.

“This was our backup?!” Jeremy shouts, the new speed slamming him against the seat and he scrabbles wildly for a grip. He's never really met the Vagabond, let alone talked to him – the Vagabond was busy on a job when Jeremy joined, and he supposes this is now their first official meeting and boy what a fucking first meeting.

“It's the best backup!” Michael yells back, crouching into the car to reload.

“Gun's under your feet!” The Vagabond calls, spinning the car into a sharp U-turn that makes Jeremy's head whirl but he gropes underneath for the gun anyway, pulling out a heavy carbine and fumbling for the extra clips sliding around beside it.

As he straightens again the back window shatters, glass spraying all over the inside of the car and Michael just offers Jeremy a wild grin and turns to shoot out the back. Jeremy snaps back the slide and turns to do the same, aiming for wheels and windshields as the Vagabond races down one-way streets the wrong way, nearly sending them flying when he zooms over speed bumps. Bullets hail over the roof of the car and bounce off harmlessly – Jeremy snaps in a new clip and empties it into a cop car engine as they drive into a tunnel. It explodes in a thunderous crash boom and he sees the cops diving out of it as it flips, blocking the path of its friends.

“Nice one!” Michael yells, ducking back down to grab grenades from fucking somewhere, Jeremy doesn't know, he's dizzy and they're going really fucking fast and next thing he knows they're on a bridge, dashing around civilian traffic.

A helicopter whirs above them and starts shooting – Michael and Jeremy both tuck back in, Jeremy taking the moment to gulp in huge breaths while the Vagabond navigates them off the bridge and into shitty back roads.

“Get the chopper!” The Vagabond shouts, and Michael and Jeremy pop out to do just that, pummelling it with bullets until they hit a blade and it starts going down. Parachutes drop from it and Michael shoots those, too, laughing when they rip and start twirling in sharp circles.

The sirens fade a little, the cops seeming to have given up on them, and the Vagabond slows down to only twenty above the speed limit, driving out of the shitty bit onto the coastside motorway, slotting in behind a fast white Infernus.

“We're clear,” Michael says, slumping back in his seat and returning the grenades back into the bag they came out of. Jeremy sighs and drops his carbine on his lap, brushing glass off of his arms and out of his clothes.

Michael reaches over to slap his arm and gives him a wide grin while fist-bumping him. Jeremy laughs a little hysterically and glances up at the mirror to see the Vagabond looking at him.

“How much'd you get?” The Vagabond asks, glancing over to Michael.

“Aw man, at least fifty,” Michael says, his gaze dropping to the bags.

“Fifty G?” The Vagabond raises an eyebrow and overtakes the Infernus. “That's pretty good.”

“Yeah, pretty good take,” Michael agrees, “wouldn't you say, Lil J?”

“What? Oh, yeah,” Jeremy pants, his hands trembling a little from adrenaline.

“I think you wore him out,” Michael teases, leaning forward.

“What a shame,” the Vagabond replies with a smirk, lifting his eyes to Jeremy in the mirror.

“Fuck you,” Jeremy says, grinning at their laughter. “I'm perfectly fine.”

“Sure,” Michael says. “Where we goin', V?”

“Well, Hookies is up here,” the Vagabond says, flicking on his headlights as the sky darkens around them. “Heard they got new owners. Cleaned the place up a bit. Wanna check it out?”

“Hell yeah. Lil J, you in?”

“Can I even be out?”

Michael and the Vagabond laugh again.

-- 

It turns out Hookies is a great place now, and it's got these fucking amazing little vodka shots that Jeremy's had way too many of and a home-brewed moonshine that's fucking delicious.

They've claimed a table outside, plopping down with their cold drinks and numerous glasses and talking shit in the stagnant Los Santos heat, their loud arguments lost in the din of the outside crowd. Michael often steals the Vagabond's Diet Coke for a chaser – V doesn't drink, that's why it's great to go out with him, Michael had slurred, looping an arm around Jeremy's shoulders, designated driver, and the Vagabond had merely cocked an eyebrow and replied, who said I'm taking you home? - and even with the face paint on he's still easygoing, thumping Jeremy on the back when he chokes and sliding napkins over to Michael when he spills moonshine on the table.

It's a fucking great time and Jeremy's drunk enough the lights are starting to blur, and when Michael finishes his latest bottle of moonshine the Vagabond decides to usher them out. He holds tight to Jeremy's arm and Michael stumbles along beside Jeremy, still half draped over him and chattering about something to do with the stars and Jeremy laughs at his slurred insults, the Vagabond's good-natured chuckle echoing quietly beside him.

“Oh god, please – please don't drive as fast as you did before,” Jeremy asks when the Vagabond's bundling them into the car, Michael already sprawled in the backseat and Jeremy about to lift a leg to get in.

“Don't worry, I won't,” the Vagabond says with an amused quirk of his lips. “I don't want my seats stained.”

“Thanks man,” Jeremy slurs, patting the Vagabond on the chest before getting in – the door shuts gently behind him and he's starting up another conversation with Michael as the Vagabond slides into the driver's seat and turns on the engine.

True to his word, the Vagabond drives at the speed limit, keeping his corners smooth and his lane changing seamless, and Jeremy internally thanks him as he presses his cheek to the cool glass, idly watching his breath steam up against it.

-- 

“I bet we could, y'know, mould it around his face,” Gavin says, gesturing vaguely to his own face as Michael stares at him.

“Sure man,” Michael says with a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, if he's up for it.”

“What – What are we doin', again?” Jeremy asks, resting his elbows on his knees to lean forward and look around Michael to Gavin.

“Geoff's got a bunch of silly string shit,” Gavin says, “and it – it hardens after a while, don't it? So I figure we could make a – a mould of your face.”

“Why me?” Jeremy asks.

“'Cause you're new,” Gavin says with a shrug. Michael cackles and presses his hand to his chest.

“Yeah, 'cause you're new,” he giggles, mocking Gavin, “it's an induction ritual.”

“An in-in what what? Induction?” Jeremy asks – okay, he's had a little moonshine, he's not exactly straight-faced sober right now. Some words are hard. Michael breaks into fresh giggles – he's been hitting the moonshine, too, and Gavin laughs loudly.

“Can you imagine if we got Ry to do that?” He exclaims, laughing again at the thought.

“Ry?” Jeremy asks, puzzled. “Who's Ry?”

“Ryan,” Gavin says, and furrows his brow. “V.”

“Shut up,” Michael mutters, slapping Gavin's arm. “He doesn't know his name yet.”

“It's okay, I won't – I won't tell 'im,” Jeremy promises, patting Michael's knee. “It's our secret.”

“Yeah, okay, our secret,” Michael says, and then they get back to the silly string matter.

-- 

Jeremy's walking around with straws in his mouth and disgusting rubber on his face, holding his hands out in front of him like Marco Polo with Michael guiding him, both him and Gavin snickering behind him.

“Here, stay a second,” Michael says, leaving him somewhere as his hands slip away. Jeremy waits a few minutes and then there's a noise beside him and he whirls around, his arms knocking solidly into someone's ribs and he stumbles back, grunting through the straws.

He nearly trips over his own feet but a hand lands on his lower back, urging him back upright and Jeremy sighs in relief. The hand doesn't leave, warm and broad against his spine, and Jeremy ignores the drunken shiver that runs up him.

“What're you up to?” Someone asks – the Vagabond, Jeremy realises after a moment, definitely a smile in his voice. He tries to speak through the straws and fails, but the Vagabond laughs anyway.

“Michael and Gavin?” He asks, and Jeremy nods. The Vagabond hums in acknowledgement and Jeremy tries to ask another question through the plastic. Thankfully, the Vagabond seems to understand him.

“Where are you? You're in the kitchen,” the Vagabond – Ryan, Jeremy remembers suddenly, his name is Ryan – says. “Right in front of the fridge, actually.”

Jeremy makes a relieved noise and Ryan chuckles again, curling more of his arm around Jeremy's back to hold him steady and that's absolutely not why Jeremy's suddenly sweating under his rubbery mask.

He hears Michael and Gavin returning, laughing madly about something, and Ryan gives him over to Michael's hands. Jeremy's a little disappointed when Ryan's fingers leave but doesn't let it show, instead turning towards Gavin's voice – he smacks him in the face with the straws by the sound of it and the rest of them break into a chorus of laughter.

“Jeremy!” Gavin exclaims, batting lightly at the straws. Jeremy snorts and the sound sends Michael into more cackling, his hands squeezing Jeremy's waist.

“Don't hurt him too much,” Ryan says. “We still need him.”

“We'll try,” Michael says, and starts to steer Jeremy in another direction. “I can't promise for Gavin, though!”

“Michael!”

-- 

Jeremy ends up hunkered down in a warehouse with Ryan, both of them sitting on the floor leaning up against crates as the comms crackle in their ears. There's a deal going down in the next building over, and they're simply there as backup in case it screws up, but it seems to be going smoothly so far.

Ryan idles plays with the slide of his pistol, snapping it back and running his hand over the barrel in a very distracting manner. Jeremy keeps glancing over at him, only a couple metres away, doused in shadow.

“I thought you always wore a mask,” Jeremy says. Ryan 'hm?'s and looks up at him.

“Police footage. You're always wearing the mask,” Jeremy explains, and Ryan glances back down at his pistol.

“I wear it,” he says.

“Yeah, but, like, I thought you wore it all the time.”

Ryan shrugs and brings a knee up to rest his elbow on it, letting the pistol lay on his thigh.

“The paint's easier,” he says. “Doesn't get as hot.”

“I thought you were famous,” Jeremy says. “Aren't you, like, wanted in five states?”

“Seven,” Ryan corrects, tossing the pistol up and flipping it cleanly in mid-air. “And not anymore. Gavin cleared my rap sheets.”

“Huh.” Jeremy leans his head back against the crate and looks up at the dusty rafters. “Why doesn't he do that for all of us?”

“We keep getting new ones,” Ryan replies. “No point in wiping them all the time.”

“But you're special?” Jeremy teases.

Ryan glances at him and then back to the pistol. He doesn't answer, and Jeremy lets the subject drop. He's sure Ryan has a good reason.

-- 

“Hey, V, pass the charges,” Jeremy says, holding out a hand and waiting for something to drop into it while he wires up C4 with the other. Ryan hesitates and Jeremy glances up, making grabby fingers with his hand.

“V?” He asks, and Ryan meets his eyes, his paint especially eerie in the faint yellow lighting of the docks.

“Ryan,” he says, and Jeremy pretends not to understand why he's saying that.

“Call me Ryan,” Ryan continues, carefully pressing a detonation charge into Jeremy's hand.

“Okay. Ryan,” Jeremy says, testing the name out on his tongue and smiling at him. Ryan smiles back a touch shyly and Jeremy looks away before he can start to flush.

The drug ship goes up in a big, beautiful explosion and Jeremy can't help but notice how nice the reflection looks in Ryan's eyes, and then the nervous twitch of Ryan's lips when he glances down at Jeremy and there's a tense, loaded moment before sirens rise from the city and they have to go.

-- 

Ryan's arm curls around Jeremy's shoulder moments before he slams them to the floor, half-covering Jeremy's body with his own as shooting breaks out across the bar – opposite them Jack grabs a handful of Gavin's shirt and hauls him down to the floor with her and they all cower as bullets tear through the wooden counter.

For once it's a shootout that's nothing to do with them, but it would still probably be pretty fucking wise for them to scram.

“Fire door,” Ryan whispers into Jeremy's ear, his chest pressed to Jeremy's shoulder blades. Jeremy nods and looks up at Gavin, who jerks his head towards the fire exit as well and together they all make a silent agreement to head for it. Ryan slides his hand down the back of Jeremy's jeans and pulls out his gun – Jeremy would complain but the brush of Ryan's knuckles against his lower back makes him shudder and Ryan definitely felt that.

Jack takes out her own gun and nods at Ryan and suddenly Ryan's hauling Jeremy up by the back of his collar as Jack does the same with Gavin, pushing them both in the direction of the fire exit as they stand and shoot back.

Jeremy kicks open the door and Gavin spills out behind him, helping him hold it open as Jack and Ryan twist to sprint out, bullets flying over their heads. They stumble into the sand and the door shuts heavy behind them, the small glass window shattering in a shower of shards.

Gavin pulls on Jeremy's sleeve and Jeremy follows him down to the shore, all four of them running along the waves – behind them Jack and Ryan laugh breathlessly about something, and when Jeremy glances back he sees a smear of blood on Ryan's palm and more on the hem of Jack's shorts, but neither of them seems seriously hurt.

They all burst into the beach car park and Jack immediately leads them to the motorbike bay, shooting off the metal chain locking it to a stand and hotwiring it as Jeremy does the same with another bike.

A cop car races by on the motorway and on instinct Jeremy ducks, but then he realises it's going for the bar, not them, and he quickly swings a leg over the bike and starts it up. Jack does the same and beyond her Gavin straddles another bike, saluting them with two fingers before revving up and swerving away.

“I'll go make sure he doesn't crash,” Jack says with a roll of her eyes, hunching over and gunning her engine to catch up to Gavin.

Just as Jeremy gets the bike in gear Ryan gets on behind him, pressed up hot to his back with his chin on Jeremy's shoulder as he tucks the gun back into Jeremy's jeans. His fingers linger around Jeremy's lower back again and he chuckles quietly at Jeremy's sharp inhale.

“Your place?” He asks, placing his hands on Jeremy's hips and squeezing slowly. Jeremy shivers at the low, rumbling pitch of Ryan's voice, deep and intimate against the sensitive skin of his ear.

Jeremy nods and Ryan secures himself better to Jeremy's body as Jeremy backs out, straightening the bike out before driving up to join the motorway. Ryan noses at the back of his head and Jeremy suddenly accelerates, revving up the engine and zooming onto the road amongst the streaks of car headlights. Ryan laughs breathlessly, delightedly behind him and Jeremy grins to himself.

-- 

They barely manage to get their shoes off before Ryan's manhandling Jeremy to the sofa, sitting him firmly down and sinking to his knees between Jeremy's spread legs. He smirks and Jeremy groans, leaning in for a hard kiss that Ryan gives easily, biting at Jeremy's lower lip and paint smudging bitterly over Jeremy's tongue.

Ryan breaks away and grins as he runs his hands up Jeremy's thighs, shouldering between them to dip down and press his nose and mouth to Jeremy's rapidly forming erection and god Jeremy only just resists the urge to buck up into his face. He groans and gently threads a hand into Ryan's hair – with Ryan's nod as permission Jeremy curls his fingers to grip, not pulling or pushing but definitely holding on.

The white light of the living room glints in Ryan's eyes and he backs away to unzip Jeremy, pushing open his fly and tugging him out of his briefs, slowly dragging his hand up and down with his eyes glued to Jeremy's face. Jeremy groans and twitches involuntarily in Ryan's hand, sitting up a little more to see better as Ryan flicks his thumb over the slit.

Ryan merely presses the leaking head to his lips with a smile, catching Jeremy's eyes before he opens his mouth and starts to sink down, jaw dropping open to accommodate the head. Jeremy moans and tightens his grip in Ryan's hair, panting harshly while Ryan works more into his mouth, slowly pulling up to reveal the spit-slicked length and sweep his tongue over the sensitive vein underneath. He wraps his hand more firmly around Jeremy's base and licks all the way back up to the head and goes down on him again, lips stretched wide around the girth.

Jeremy tilts his head back against the sofa as Ryan blows him, sinking down far enough to meet his fingers and humming on the slide up. With an effort, Jeremy straightens his neck again to watch, grunting encouragingly when Ryan starts bobbing, eyes closing and throat relaxing every time Jeremy pushes up against it.

“God, fuck, Ryan, your mouth,” Jeremy gasps, experimentally pulling on Ryan's hair. It earns him a pleased moan that shudders all through Jeremy and makes his toes curl in the carpet. There's still adrenaline pumping lazily through his veins, making everything more sensitive and tingly and Ryan's mouth is hot and wet around him, spit leaking down to dribble over his fingers and leaking out of the corners of his mouth.

Ryan pulls off for a breather and glances up at Jeremy while he pants, jerking him slowly and grinning at Jeremy's choked groan. He sinks back down easily, and this time when Jeremy nudges at his throat he just rises up on his knees and angles a little and then Jeremy's sliding into his throat, the sensation tearing a moan out of him. Ryan hums again and resumes his bobbing, this time letting Jeremy slip into his throat on every thrust and god, Jeremy's not going to fucking make it. Ryan's other hand drops from Jeremy's thigh and Jeremy leans forward a little to see it slip into Ryan's own jeans and that's a whole other level of hot Jeremy wasn't prepared for and he has to sink back into the cushions.

He can't see Ryan's crotch from here but just the knowledge that's he jerking himself off while blowing Jeremy is insanely arousing and Jeremy twitches in his hot throat, pulls him up a little roughly and drags him back down – Ryan lets him, goes a bit more slack so Jeremy can slowly fuck his mouth and his breath huffs out hard over Jeremy's crotch, his eyes fluttering open and locking onto Jeremy's.

Jeremy pushes into his throat again and Ryan's eyes water, shutting again as he shudders and moans thickly around Jeremy's cock. Ryan sucks harder, now, tracing up over the underside with his tongue and sealing his lips more firmly around the shaft, swallowing when Jeremy's in his throat and drooling otherwise, spit dripping down to his chin.

“Ryan, I'm – fuck, I'm close,” Jeremy pants, urgently tugging at Ryan's hair but Ryan stays down and blinks up at him and Jeremy's gone, groaning as he comes straight into Ryan's mouth. His eyes slam shut and he leans back into the sofa as he shudders, gasping out Ryan's name all the while. And Ryan fucking swallows, too, sucks noisily to do so and Jeremy's long finished when Ryan finally pulls off, muffling a moan against the slick head of Jeremy's dick and shuddering again.

“Fuck, let me – let me,” Jeremy babbles, grasping for Ryan's shoulders and leaning forward to reach down, but Ryan's already pushing his hands away, wiping his mouth and chin on his shirt and leaning up to kiss Jeremy.

“Wanna – Wanna get you off, too,” Jeremy murmurs, reaching down again but Ryan pushes him firmly back, hands on Jeremy's hips.

“Don't worry about it,” he says, and Jeremy notes that his fingers – the ones that weren't on Jeremy - are wet, shiny and slick in the light of the living room. And Ryan's flushed under him, a new laziness to his kissing and Jeremy decides to drop the matter – if Ryan doesn't want him to touch him, he won't. Although he feels a little bad about not reciprocating, and kisses him all the deeper to try and make up for it.

And after their breathing evens out, after Ryan's bitten Jeremy's lower lip to swollen and kissed him to boneless, he finally pulls away, spit-slick lips still brushing against Jeremy's. The angle he's leaning at is terrible for Jeremy's back but he can't really bring himself to care right now.

“Can I use your shower?” Ryan asks, his voice hoarse and raspy and Jeremy flushes hot all over. “Still got the bar on me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeremy says, nodding. Ryan grins and presses another wet kiss to his mouth before backing away and pushing himself up to standing with a hand on Jeremy's knee.

“You can stay over, if you want,” Jeremy blurts out, and Ryan's eyes drop away, hesitant.

“Not – we don't – I have a guest bedroom,” Jeremy adds. “You can sleep here if – if it's too much bother to go back home.”

“Yeah, okay,” Ryan says, agrees with a small smile.

-- 

In the morning Ryan leaves him a plate of cooked breakfast and a slip of paper with a number on it – not his crew phone number, it must be his personal number – and Jeremy grins stupidly to himself and laughs even though there's no one there to hear him.

-- 

“No, use Michael's car!”

“Why mine?! You'll destroy it!”

“No I won't, boi, you can trust me!”

“Gavin you crashed my Bati yesterday.”

“No I didn't, Jack, that truck drove into me.”

“Yeah, because you were going sixty the wrong way down a one-way street.”

“Shut up, Ryan. I still say we use Michael's car.”

The crew collapses into bickering – and mostly ganging up on Gavin – and Jeremy takes a long, long drink of Red Bull while Geoff very clearly and very loudly lays out all of Gavin's recent vehicle offences, from the trashed skateboard to the dented pickup. Ryan nudges Jeremy's arm and offers him a croissant with a raised eyebrow – Jeremy gladly takes it and stuff the entire warm pastry into his mouth to make Ryan laugh.

“Use Michael's!”

“Use your own!”

“...I can't.”

“Why?”

“...it's in the shop.”

“Gavin!”

The argument devolves into petty insults and laughter and Jeremy even joins in, teaming up with Geoff and then promptly being accused by Gavin and Michael of being a complete kissass. An accusation he merely waves off with a flap of his hand and an imperious frown.

Beside him, Ryan steals two more doughnuts from the box and starts munching on them, crumbs sticking around his mouth. The paint smudges when he wipes them off but Jeremy's a little transfixed at what the fuck he just witnessed. Ryan winks at him and offers a doughnut but Jeremy declines. Ryan shrugs and takes a bite of it himself, downing it with his soda.

Jeremy glances between the quarrelling crew and to Ryan and thinks back to what statement sparked this entire debate. Very specifically, whose statement.

Yeah, we can use Gavin's car for that.

“You sneaky fuck,” he hisses, and no one hears him but Ryan, who grins smugly and stuffs more pastry into his mouth. He's polished off about seven doughnuts since he set off the crew – the sneaky fuck, this was his entire plan. He's turned the crew on themselves to steal the fucking pastry box.

Jeremy's a little impressed at the cat-burglary - as Ryan would say - and a lot horrified at how much sugar Ryan's shovelling into his mouth. Michael wasn't fucking lying when he said Ryan was a trash bin.

-- 

Jeremy scratches his chin as he looks in his fridge, wondering what the fuck to cook tonight. He hasn't got much – he should really go grocery shopping, but a Friday night isn't really the time and he doesn't want to deal with the traffic if he can wait until tomorrow.

He pulls out a bowl of peppers he cut up earlier this week and sets them on the counter, grabs the bag of potatoes in the fridge. Looks like it's salad tonight, made of whatever shit Jeremy's got left in his fridge before it goes bad.

There's a knock on his door shortly after he closes the fridge, while he's washing his hands. He dries them on the towel and doesn't bother rolling down his sleeves down before walking over to get the door, grabbing a pistol on the way and tucking it into the back of his jeans.

He opens the door to reveal Ryan, no face paint and no blood-stained clothes, and Jeremy takes a moment to absorb him, from the nice jeans to the dark purple shirt that stretches over his shoulders to the smart silver watch on his left wrist – Jeremy recognises that from the jewellery store they robbed last week.

“Hey,” Jeremy says, stepping back a little to invite Ryan in. Instead, Ryan just steps up and leans against the doorframe, raking his eyes over Jeremy, who suddenly feels a little underdressed in baggy jeans and a faded Henley.

“Hey,” Ryan replies, crossing his arms over his chest. Jeremy has to force himself not to stare at all the attractive skin his rolled-up sleeves reveal. “You busy?”

“Busy doin' nothing,” Jeremy says. “Why?”

“Do you want to go for dinner?” Ryan asks, a little rushed.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah. Like – a date,” Ryan says, quieter this time, and Jeremy flounders for his composure. Ryan's smile falters and Jeremy starts nodding, unable to find the words quite yet but he definitely wants to say yes – he just doesn't want to sound like a total dork while doing so.

“I'd love to,” he settles on, grinning wide when Ryan's face lights up. “Are you – now?”

“Well, yeah,” Ryan says with a shrug. “Don't – Don't have to do it now, but - “

“No, no, now is fine,” Jeremy says, steps back more to invite Ryan in with a gesture. “Let me get changed?”

Ryan nods and lets Jeremy lead him to the sofa to wait – the same sofa he blew Jeremy on not four weeks ago, and the memory burns hot in Jeremy's mind. Since then they haven't done anything else, but they've started texting on a near daily basis, a little flirting but mostly just friendly chatting, and in real life there's been nothing more than faintly suggestive touches or glances. It's been nice, not stumbling headfirst into each other, as much as Jeremy is all for that method when it comes to Ryan, but he also likes being friends with the guy, as close to him as he is to Michael and Gavin now.

Jeremy opens his closet and almost immediately groans because he has nothing that would look good on him as Ryan's clothes do on him. Fuck Ryan and his stunning good looks. And body. And basically everything.

He guesses that Ryan's going for a slightly fancier place, picks out his nicest jeans and a plain blue button-down, shrugs a thin leather jacket on over it because that's how fancy he can get with what he has – he almost regrets not owning a suit, and then swiftly remembers he hates suits and plucks his sunglasses off the table even though it's night.

When he emerges into the living room, Ryan's on his phone, tapping away at something on it and pulling a little at his collar – Jeremy makes his footsteps louder and Ryan looks up, gasps softly at what he sees.

“You look – great,” he says, standing up and pocketing his phone in one move.

“Shut up, just 'cause you look like a GQ model,” Jeremy mumbles, smiling anyway as he shoves on his boots. Ryan flushes faintly at the compliment and Jeremy quickly goes to wash his hands.

“I still think you look amazing,” Ryan says when Jeremy returns to his side. Jeremy laughs and Ryan leans down to kiss him, his fingers curling around Jeremy's leather-clad shoulder and a restrained eagerness to his movements. Jeremy sighs and rests a hand on Ryan's hip, places the other over Ryan's scruffy jaw to tilt him a little.

“Wanted to do that for weeks,” Ryan says when he pulls away, panting quietly and his cheeks tinged pink.

“Well, why didn't you?” Jeremy asks, as if he hasn't had the same impulse and probably the same reason for repressing it.

“I don't think Geoff would take kindly to me interrupting meetings like that,” Ryan whispers, pressing another kiss to Jeremy's open mouth.

“Eh, fuck Geoff,” Jeremy says, and their laughter breaks them apart.

“Come on, I've got reservations,” Ryan says, pulling away and linking a hand with Jeremy's to lead him out. Jeremy revels in the thrill that sends up him and squeezes Ryan's hand simply because he can. Ryan squeezes back and Jeremy grins.

-- 

The restaurant is on Vespucci and their table is a floor above ground – Ryan deals with the talking while Jeremy admires the grand chandelier sparkling over the tables. Moments later he's whisked away, guided gently to the stairs by Ryan's hand on his back and they follow the waitress to the balcony.

There's heat lamps posted among the tables, paired with bright lights that glitter and glint off of jewellery and silverware. The clinking of champagne glasses accompanies the soft chattering around them, chimes of laughter mixed in with the sound.

Their table is tucked into the corner of the balcony, a clean white tablecloth draped over it with a delicate vase of pink flowers and a small candle in the middle. The waitress seats them with the menus and leaves them to decide with a polite smile.

“This place is fucking fancy,” Jeremy whispers, glancing up at Ryan. Ryan moves the flowers and the candle to the side so they can see each other, leaning in on his elbows as he peruses the menu.

“It also has the best burgers this side of the tracks,” Ryan murmurs, looking up at Jeremy. “We can leave if you want.”

“No – no, Ryan, I don't want to leave.” Jeremy hesitantly reaches out to place his hand on Ryan's and Ryan smiles, flips his hand to hold Jeremy's. “Best burgers?”

“That being said,” Ryan says, idly flipping the menu. “The desserts leave something to be desired.”

“We're on Seventh, right?” Jeremy asks. Ryan nods. “I know a gelato place nearby, we can get something there.”

Ryan smiles and squeezes his hand and Jeremy orders the cheeseburger and they steal each other's chips. It's amazing.

love makes you happy

Synopsis: Michelle breaks up with Peter , because of Peter getting injured so often , she can’t bear the thought of seeing him hurt . So she thinks that taking herself out of the picture , it’ll cause her less damage . In both of their emotions in whirlwinds , Michelle gets hurt badly , without Spider-man knowing.

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“ Hey MJ , you’re alright?’

Michelle tilts her head up to answer the voice of Peter , her boyfriend . She should of known , that he would pick up on her change of attitude . “yeah im fine! im really just thinking about life , you know?’ she sends him a small smile to try and conceal her true feelings in that moment , and thankfully it worked . In all honesty , she loved the boy with all her heart , but she felt like she couldn’t be with him anymore . As she laid in his arms , on the firescape of his apartment , in the cold air of the city , she kept thinking about him in pain . He was perfectly fine , right now , but she was reminded of last week when Peter showed up to her house , clutching his stomach in pain , and half of his mask torn . It scared her alot , the thought of losing him , now always nagging her mind . So being the great planner she is , she decided to take herself out of the picture so she could stop thinking about him in pain . Of course , that decision was only made after tears being shed for hours . Peter smiles down at her , matching her supposed happiness , and kisses her head . “ i can’t believe senior year is right around the corner , after high school is finished...im really thinking of officially joining the Avengers. “ The excitement clearly evident in his voice , sounding proud of himself , and finally sure of his choices. Now , that stung her heart a bit . Normally, she would feel the same , and be over the moon for her guy , but being in the Avengers brought bigger dangers . Michelle nods her head in agreement to Peter’s choice , feeling the need to start the conversation she has been dreading to begin . So she wraps one of his hands , while her mind was going blank . If she was going to do this , she had to keep a clean slate because emotions cloud judgement and she needed to finalize this before she was left scared every day of her life , knowing the person she loved most , risk his life. 

“Peter...i’m scared” 

“ of what? i swear there’s no rats up here , i che-” 

Michelle couldn’t help but smile as she shook her head “It’s not about mice , i was talking about you” Now , this is where it all started going downhill. 

Peter adjusts himself , now letting his arms drop to his sides , his eyebrows crunched in confusion . “Me? Why would you be scared of me?” . He tried to ignore the hurt that dawned on his heart , as he clearly wanted to know where she was going with this discussion . 

Michelle watched as pieces of his curly hair , moved slightly with the wind that passed through . It was distracting to say the least , Peter is distracting. 

She shook her head , and began talking “ I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore , Parker” , and that’s when Peter knew that she was serious and something was wrong . Michelle mentioning and referring to him as his last name , was friendly and reminding him too much of their arguing . 

“I’m being as careful as i can , which i cant make any promises because being a superhero isnt really like working at a corner store , MJ” his eyes never leaving her face , which they manage to keep eye contact as Michelle stands . She began pulling on her sleeves , wanting to disappear , already feeling guily seeping through her skin . 

“ I understand , but you getting hurt keeps playing in the back of my head , it’s making me worry more than it should .” She manages to let those words pass her dry tongue , her heartbeat increasing with every move , Peter makes . 

“You could of told me sooner , i could put the suit away for a few days so it could ease you...would that work?” He says , praying with every bone in his body that she would accept his offer . But , he stayed watching as she turned around and began putting her belongings into her bag , and shook her head . “I’m sorry , but i’m afraid that wont work for me . i know i sound stupid and selfish right now , but i cant make you give up what you love for me . That’s too much of me to ask , Peter.....” She pauses , daring herself to just slam her lips on his one last time. 

“ i can’t make myself worry about you being in the hospital every other weekend.. I’m already taking summer classes and i need to be focused.” 

As Peter’s mind tried to process the information , which felt like his head was spinning faster than a teacup ride at Disney , yet working at a snail speed . 

He reached for her hand , “What are you saying?”

“fuck...Peter , im breaking up with you” her breath hitched in the back of her throat , feeling like air was being sucked out of her lungs . She ignored the painful heartache , and began walking past him . She was so close to walking out of the apartment , wanting to forget . But an arm pulls her back , and before she began to protest , lips were touching hers. 

Neither of them could describe the emotions being passed between the two , the passion , guilt , anger , pleading for the other to let go and stay . Peter couldn’t stop himself , when he said “ i love you . please MJ , i’ll do anything...” . 

Michelle looked down at her feet , the minute she pulled away from that already breathtaking lip lock . “protect yourself spidey”  was the last thing she said before running out of the door . Trying to ignore the pleading , and the fact that it was midnight and had a 20 minute walk back home . 

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Days turned into weeks , and Michelle even unplugged her television to avoid the constant media attention to the “Wonderful Spider-Man” . She barely watched tv , being that she currently obsessed with an autobiography on Angela Davis . She was an activist for the civil rights movement and believed in feminism greatly , especially during her younger years. So that really inspired Michelle , or to mostly distract her from the real world happening around her . The world she claimed to know so well , but barely experiences it . 

She had just walked out of school , having a little pep in her step . It seemed like one of the first times , she felt happy since not seeing Peter . She had gotten a 105 on a physics test , and it excited her so much . To see her hard work pay off like this , in a grade that was was above perfect . She almost ran to Peter’s locker to share her happiness ,  but turned back around to exit the building on one of the side entrances . They both felt horrible without eachother , but Peter respected her choices always and let her have space . 

Later in the evening , Michelle decides to go to the store to get some ice cream and eat it in a local cafe near her house . She couldn’t be home right now , her mother was yelling at her brother over something stupid , and she didn’t want to be around for that . awkward 

She had just bought the ice cream and was putting the extra 15 cent change back into her bag , when she felt someone grab her and push her into the alley that was neighboring the store . “what the-?’ Michelle mumbled to herself , it was around 9pm , so it was dark enough to not see her attacker . 

“give me the bag!” the person suddenly screamed at her , now she got worried . She wasn’t stupid , she was being robbed . 

Her pulse quickened , adrealine popping through her veins daring her to talk back to the mystery “ It’s mine man , back off “ Michelle realized that was probably the lamest comeback , but the person replied with a chuckle and replied “ You just wanna get hurt don’t you? just give me the damn bag , or i’ll actually damage that pretty body of yours” 

Michelle’s eyes bulged out of their sockets , as she noticed the moonlight illuminating on a shiny object in the left hand of her attacker . 

It’s a knife..a pocket knife to be exact . 

But she always had the upper hand , she had taken defense classes since she was young and carried a small can of pepper spray with her . “ and you should really rethink robbing me , loser” she snickers before reaching into her purse and spraying pepper spray right into the eyes of the guy . She smiled to herself , after literally standing up for herself in a robbery attempt . It was the first ever in her life , but she succeeded . Whew!!

Screams fell out of the guy’s mouth , but didn’t leave his spot . Usually , people would run in agony and to the nearest emergency room . Now she really panicked . “ You’re funny , little girl” he whispers to her , and reaches to grab Michelle. “If you touch me...your dead” she tries to sound intimidating . 

But , judging by the raspy voice , the guy probably smoked , so he was definitely older than her . He set his hand on her hip , pulling Michelle flush to him . He stunk... 

But avoiding the urge to gag , she tried to look around for any weapon but she took too long because she felt the purse be ripped off her body . Great... the day she picks one of her expensive shoulder purses to wear.. 

She felt a cold metal sensation on the right side of her hip and looked down to see the knife wanting to slash into her skin . 

“you got my purse , you dickhead” Michelle says , trying to escape his grip . So she starts screaming for help , the minute , they both spotted someone coming their way . The man cut Michelle , mostly on accident , because she was struggling so much . But the gash was about 2-3 inches long , and Michelle yelped in pain , as the guy ran away with her ice cream and purse . 

The bystander , held Michelle up on her feet as she almost loses her balance and began asking questions . She manages to say “he took it..take me to the hospital please” Michelle looked up at the person to see a middle aged woman and she immediately nodded . The gash was deep but it definitely wasn’t so serious. Her shirt soon felt sticky , with her blood . 

She was really trying not to freak out . 

But , Spider-Man wasn’t there to save her and that teared at her heart strings a bit . 

      Light soon made it’s way through Michelle’s eyes , as she opened them , probably after sleeping . But she woke up , to a bandage wrapped around her hip . She wondered who put that there..she had probably been sleeping for a while . She looked around to see jackets spralled on the seats next to her bed so she figured her parents had come . 

She remembered taking anti-biotics and pain relievers before falling asleep so she didnt wince in any pain . Which she was thankful for . She was still wearing her clothes , because she didnt want to put on that disgusting gown thing that really doesn’t cover anything at all . She sighed , just laying back in the bed . Thankful , that she didn’t get killed or even raped.. just for a bag and some money . 

She checked the bedside clock and noticed it being past midnight , and figured she could leave tomorrow and go back home , before school on monday . 

Her parents didn’t return , so she called in for the nurse to ask .Michelle shared a friendly smile , as the nurse walked in the room , but she asked “ Hi , do you know where my parents are?” they had been gone for almost 20 minutes , and she wondered why they left their wounded daughter in a hospital room alone .

“they decided to have a snack in the cafe , also said something about making a call to someone and not wanting to wake you” the nurse replied as she readjusted the pillow behind Michelle . Her family must of been worried sick about her , so she calmed down and just relaxed . As the nurse walks out , Michelle sits up on the bed , Letting her feet dangle on the side of it  . She couldn’t move her legs as much with the plastered bandage across her waist so she just sat there . 

But being alone , made her think of Peter , and she hated to admit the big mistake of letting him go . She fiddled with the bracelets on her finger , distracting herself from anything and everything . Until , she heard voices outside her door , they were loud enough for her to hear but faintly . It was a man , asking for a room number . Michelle had hoped that whatever was going on in that waiting room , was gonna be okay for whoever the victim is . 

She hadn’t noticed the television on , or the mention of Peter saving a cat from a tree and other stuff she had already tuned out of her head . She had decided to want to lay down again , because of the sudden pressure of her slight injury , but her head perked up to the door being opened harshly . She turned her head quickly just to spot the remote control next to her , but heard the door shut and finally looked at whoever had walked in . 

Michelle had looked like an absolute mess , but that didn’t stop Peter from just admiring all of her in those few seconds . He smiled when he noticed the shock on her face , but he walked up to her and hugged her tightly . 

they wrapped their arms around eachother , missing the warmth they provided for one another . She backed up , as best she could , sitting down of course. She was in denial about peter being here with her , but she was more curious on how he knew . “how did y-” she began to ask , words getting caught in her throat. Peter couldn’t hold himself back anymore , her lips were just taunting the life out of him . He leaned in and pressed her lips on hers , finally . 

Michelle dismissed the fact that both of them slightly groaned with the feeling but she let her arms rest on his shoulders . For the first time in a while , Peter had the height advantage and set his hands on the bed , mostly the space next to her . He tilted his head , to try and get more out of this , out of the feeling of comfort and bliss , just from kissing the girl . She pulled away , now resting her hands on his chest to keep him away before she could catch her breath.She also managed to whisper his name , as she was running her fingers through his hair .  She noticed his attire , consisting of sweatpants and the school sweatshirt and she laughed on the inside .

“im sorry i didn’t get here sooner...your mom called me like half an hour ago and i came here as fast as i could” he says quickly , almost like he made a mistake .

Michelle almost felt the need to cry , mostly because of how much he cared , and how much she realized that Peter could easily worry about her as well. The only reason why she had wanted space was because of the constant reminder of Peter getting hurt and injured , and he probably felt the same with her . 

She wasn’t alone in this. 

“it’s not your fault.” she says smiling weakly at him , she was tired , but she wanted to stay awake for him . 

“ i’m so glad you’re alright MJ...i don’t know what i would of done if something happened to you..i was so scared . “ 

“i know...i feel the same with you” and with those words , memories from that night , a month ago , came flooding back into both of their minds . 

Then he kisses her again , a slight peck on the lips , which narrowed her focus back on this moment . 

“your happiness and safety , is really all that matters to me...i’ll put the suit away for you damnit..i just dont wanna lose you” his eyes never leave hers.

She realized his seriousness and shook her head , “ Peter , stop..you aren’t giving up Spider-man for me . That’s dumb and useless” 

Peter grabbed her hand and squeezed it “ nothing about us is either of those adjectives in that sentence...im being serious..If me , being a super hero isn’t giving you the best vibes , then i’ll talk to Tony”

Michelle cupped his face with both hands , and said “ i’m not letting you do that, i realized that we both worry about eachother...and i cant change how you handle your battles , because that’s simply not my job for you , nor my intention of wanting you to listen to everything i say..i’ll try and keep my sanity under control so you could sling webs across New York City to save people” she admits while grinning up at him . 

She couldn’t explain the sheer happiness that spread through her wildfire , when Peter shared that same goofy grin , she loved so much . 

“i missed you..so much” he says , pulling her close to wrap his arms around her small frame . 

“i love you , Peter...i really do and i hope you accept me as your girlfriend again , you dork” 

Peter places a hand over his heart , mocking her with acting defensive over the commonly used nicknake . “i’ll take you back , if you kiss me again” 

Now , it was her turn to laugh as she smiled against his lips .

If you would of asked Michelle Jones , 2 years ago , that she would fall madly in love with a dork she’d known since middle school and spend all night in a hospital room just talking , and crying over how much she missed him , she would of actually called you insane because she barely reads teen romance books.. that basically describe her relationship now...

She was happy.

For real.

and so the adventure begins

hello friends! today marks my FIRST morning waking up in London in my new home. and boyyy was it an adventure getting here. so i’m just going to give you the full run down (it’s quite long so nobody will probably read it but idc):

so sept. 12th was the day that i officially left. my friend pedro and I had a flight that took off from DFW at 6:15 PM. So that means we had the ENTIRE DAY to stress about this upcoming adventure. And stress we did. (You can ask Amber, I sent her many texts) i started my morning off by having cinnamon coffee (my familys STAPLE) in my most favorite place in my house (because i think my fam is moving so idk if they’ll be there when i get back). Then I went on to cook some breakfast. This included an ENTIRE pack of bacon because lets be real - i’m hype to try this english bacon, but american bacon will forever have a place in my heart. 

from here i finished packing which btw i was gonna post this cute post with like pictures and all the stuff i packed so that i could be cool or whatever. but honestly my aunt packed my suitcase because i had no idae what the heck i was doing so im sorry :D either way, from there we moved on to get our LAST AMERICAN MEAL which ended up being in-n-out burger. Yeah i know i live in texas and my last meal wasnt whataburger. SO WHAT. okay. that aside, finally it was time to leave which was like very surreal and insane.

I said goodbye to my little cousin Zach (i sobbed and he didn’t shed a tear). I said goodbye to my grandma. And then we were off. We road with my aunt who proceeded to tell us how amazing this was going to be and i proceeded to cry because seriously i love my family haha i am a mess. so at the airport we went through security relatively quick. I had to say goodbye to my aunt (which was hard) but we made it. And finally we found our gate! we had some time to spare...so pedro and i got a margarita before we left. who knows if we’ll find good ones in London!? 

so we sat around and finally boarded. pedro and i were on the back of the plane, however like our seats were so roomy and comfortable i was SHOOK. it was a huge plane, the biggest i’d ever been on before (three seats, four seats, three seats). however i must say the flight was fairly uneventful. We watched movies and attempted to sleep and had crappy airplane food and lots of wine. so in my eyes it was a pretty good time.

finally we landed in London. Which was insane to us, it felt so surreal! customs went by fast which was AWESOME and finally it was time to get our uber to where we were going. except. well. for some reason the uber app wouldn’t accept ANY form of payment (i have my cards set that im going to london, i promise that wasn’t it). Like even paypal? or pedros card? so here we are at heathrow airport trying to figure out how to get to about 45 minutes south of london with no car. i know you’re all thinking ‘oh kara why didnt u take the tube london is all about public transportation!?’ YES I KNOW BUT LOOK WE HAD SO MUCH LUGGAGE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO HARD AND WE WERE SO TIRED. so we took a taxi to the train station. which was pretty cool minus the traffic and the price. we got to see some of London! particularly trafalgar square and the london eye! well either way, after a two hour taxi ride, we finally make it to the station. TURNS OUT THERE ARE TRAIN DELAYS due to some signaling issue. So we get an oyster card since we have time to kill anyway and we sit and wait. the scariest thing was that there was no guarantee that our train would actually show up or not. like they had no idea. BUT IT DID.

on the trian we met the sweetest girl who helped us carry luggage to our dorm. and let me just say SIDCUP IS THE CUTEST TOWN OH MY GOD. i promise to upload plenty of pics because this place is precious. wow. either way finally we MAKE IT to our rooms and get to set all our stuff down. and from here pedro and i are like AHHH WHAT NOW. honestly we wanted to go to sleep but we had to fight off that jetlag so we decided to go adventure! we went to find where our college was. we got a bit lost, but found our way eventually. its about a 15 minute walk from where we live which isnt so bad! and then we headed off to Bexelyheath which is about 30 minutes via train from where we are at to get me a phone plan. (that international shit is too expensive).

so after getting ripped off and told many lies about how all the plans work and also being asked for a credit check (but i didnt do it so its okay), we finally found a pay as you go plan that offered data so i could still talk to my family back home. (thank god). from here we headed off to my F A V O R I T E part of the day (i know that sarcasm doesnt work via text so i am here to tell you i am being VERY sarcastic about that favorite bit).

so pedro and i didnt prepare anything for our beds or dorms because we were told by our friends over here that had done this program in the past that they were leaving behind items for us to use! (wow so helpful so nice) well turns out they couldnt find them and so we were in essential limbo all day. until we go to meet up with our friend who was helping us out. she was super duper awesome and gave us many hints on how to survive and also glasses of champagne. however, she didn’t really come through on our bedding. Pedro and I had to wait up until 10 PM (keep in mind weve been awake well past 24 hours by now) to get the stuff. and FINALLY IT ARRIVES. except it is disgusting. like literally bugs were in it. they were all stained. they had been in a garage for months.

so here it is. 10 pm. we have no bedding. no towels. nothing. and everything is closed. so. naturally i showered and used my cardigan as a towel and stuffed my sweaters up to make a pillow to sleep. which was pretty damn awful and my neck is feeling it todayyyy but i still awoke to the beautiful town of Sidcup and Pedro and I are ready to take on the rest of the day.

so thats it folks. i’ll update you soon on the actual adventure to get bedding. and maybe some feelings that im feeling about this big move (because honestly im a mess lol) but stay cool kids.

Elastic Heart - Part 3 - Trolls

Warnings: NOne really 

Pairings: LOTR X OFC; Thranduil X OFC; Fili X OFC

Parts: 

Prologue

Part 1 - An Unexpected Journey

Part 2 - The Beginning

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It is nighttime; Bofur has prepared a dinner of soup, and the dwarves are eating it. I stare at my bowl contemplating whether or not to eat it when I see Bilbo grab two bowls from Bofur to take to Fili and Kili. Before he leaves the camp I jump to my feet and jogging up to the hobbit say, “Here let me help you.” He gives me a thankful smile as he hands me a bowl. When we reach where Fili and Kili are watching the ponies I look forward to see that they are staring out into the dark and don’t take the soup from us when we hand it to them.

“What’s the matter?” Bilbo says as we follow their gaze toward the ponies.

“We’re supposed to be looking out for the ponies.” Kili says and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Only we’ve encountered a slight problem.” Fili says and I take a deep breath instantly annoyed at their back and forth exclamations.

“We had sixteen.”

“Now there’s fourteen.”

We all examine the group of ponies and I raise an eyebrow as I say, “Daisy and Bungo are missing.” Bilbo shifts on his feet as he says, “Well, that’s not good. That is not good at all. Shouldn’t we tell Thorin?”

Fili instantly shakes his head as he says, “Uhh, no. Let’s not worry him. As our official burglar, we thought you might like to look into it.” Bilbo and I look around to see some trees recently uprooted and laying on the ground. “Well, uh...look, something big uprooted these trees.” Bilbo says and anger fills my body as I realize what it is.

“That was our thinking.” Kili says and I grit my teeth. 

“Something very big, and possibly quite dangerous.” Bilbo says and I whisper out, “You have no idea.” 

“Hey! There’s a light. Over here! Stay down.” Fili says as he and Kili rush out after the light. I mentally face palm as I instantly follow after them followed closely behind by Bilbo. As we quietly run through the forest toward the light Fili has seen, we hide behind a log and as Harsh laughter sounds from near the fire. I reach down and grab the hilt of my sword.

“What is it?” Bilbo asks in a whisper. 

“Trolls.” Kili says as he and Fili run off toward the fire. I let out a groan of irritation as I follow after them once again. 

Suddenly I turn to see a massive mountain troll walking toward the fire, carrying a pony under each arm. “He’s got Myrtle and Minty! I think they’re going to eat them, we have to do something.” Bilbo whisper yells out and I look over at the two dwarves and instantly want to smack them upside their heads.

“Yes; you should. Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you’re so small.” Kili says as he hides behind a tree.

“Nnno” Bilbo says as he holds the bowls of soup up in the air.

“They’ll never see you.” Kili says reassuringly.

“No, no, no...”

“It’s perfectly safe! We’ll be right behind you.”

“If you run into trouble, hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl.” Fili says as he and Kili push Bilbo toward the fire and take their bowls of soup from him. I follow closely behind him even after they disappear. 

“Don’t worry Bilbo, I’m here if you need me.” I say as the two of us slowly stalk toward the Trolls. I listen as they groan about eating Mutton and debating on how they are going to eat the ponies. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Bilbo reach the ponies and then groan in annoyance that I hadn’t given him a knife to cut the ropes. One of the trolls is about to sneeze, and as he reaches behind him for his handkerchief, but accidentally grabs Bilbo instead, and sneezes all over him. He then realizes that he’s not holding any ordinary booger.

“Argh!!! Blimey! Bert! Bert! Look what’s come out of me ‘ooter! It’s got arms and legs and everything.” The other trolls gather around to look. I groan inwardly as I pull Ithildin from his sheathe.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like the way it wriggles around!”

The Troll shakes Bilbo, covered in snot, off the napkin and onto the ground as another says, “What are you then? An oversized squirrel?”

“I’m a burglar-uhh, Hobbit.” Bilbo says as he almost puts his foot in his mouth.

“A BurglaHobbit?”

“Can we cook `im?

“We can try!” One of the trolls tries to grab Bilbo, but he dodges, only to be cornered by another.

“He wouldn’t make more than a mouthful, not when he’s skinned and boned!”

“Perhaps there’s more BurglarHobbits around these parts. Might be enough for a pie.”

“Grab him!”

“It’s too quick!” One of the trolls says as he once again tries to catch Bilbo. As the trolls try to catch Bilbo, he runs around trying to dodge them. Bert accidentally hits William with his ladle while trying to hit Bilbo. Bilbo is eventually caught by the legs by Tom, and held upside down in the air. “Come here, you little... Gotcha! Are there any more of you little fellas `iding where you shouldn’t?”

“Nope.” Bilbo lies and I smile at his courage.

“He’s lying.”

“No I’m not!” Bilbo says as he wriggles in the trolls grasp. I suddenly feel Kili standing next to me and I quickly glance over at him.

“Hold his toes over the fire. Make him squeal.” One of the trolls says and we both suddenly run out of the bushes and while I go for the Troll holding Bilbo; Kili cuts another in the leg, making him howl and fall down. After a few seconds I hear Kili say, “Drop him!”

“You what?” One of the trolls says and I smile as I drop my voice an octave and say, “You heard him Troll.” They all turn toward me and I watch as the leader smiles and says, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, look Bart it’s an elf.” My heart drops but I keep my composure as Kili says once again, “I said, drop him.”

 As the troll throws Bilbo at Kili I lunge at them and then realize that I am soon joined by the rest of the Company as they come charging out of the bushes yelling and brandishing their weapons.

We begin fighting the trolls, hacking, slashing, and hammering their legs. I move like a gazelle as I stealthily slice away at each troll fighting side by side with the dwarves. Suddenly the trolls hold Bilbo up in the air by his arms and legs and we all stop fighting. “Bilbo!” Kili cries out as he tries to rush them only to be grabbed by Thorin as he yells out, “No!”

“Lay down your arms, or we’ll rip his off.” I toss Ithildin down and glance out of the corner of my eye to see Thorin look at Bilbo in frustration, then plant his sword in the ground. The others drop their swords and weapons as well. I try not to vomit in disgust as one of the trolls grabs me and places me in a burlap sack. I grit my teeth as I think about how I was going to be eaten by a troll. I watch as they tie Dwalin, Bofur, Dori, Ori, and Nori onto a spit; and begin to roast them over the fire.

The rest of us are tied up in sacks nearby. I look at the dwarves on the spit and decide that I had lived long enough anyway. I push myself to my feet and say, “Wait!” They all turned to me curiosity in their eyes. “You don’t want to eat them, dwarves are gamey. If you want something more delectable might I suggest you eat me?” I hear the dwarves whisper behind me but ignore them.

“Why would we eat you instead of them?” The troll I take as the youngest asks and I clear my face of any emotion as I say, “Elves are like a fine wine, we only get better the longer we are alive and I am centuries old.” The Trolls look at each other like they are contemplating my offer but my heart drops when they decide against it. “Then we’ll save you for last.”

“Never mind the seasoning; We ain’t got all night! Dawn ain’t far away, so let’s get a move on. I don’t fancy being turned to stone.” Suddenly Bilbo is standing next to me saying, “Wait! You are making a terrible mistake.”

“You can’t reason with them, they’re halfwits!” Dori says and I am about to say something when Bofur chimes in with, “Halfwits? What does that make us?” I bite my lip as I try not to laugh. Bilbo faces the trolls his head held high as he says, “Uh, I meant with the, uh, with, uh, with the seasoning.” I raise an eyebrow as I slowly look toward him. ‘What is he doing?’ I think to myself as one of the trolls that I now know as Bert says, “What about the seasoning?”

“Well have you smelt them? You’re going to need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up.” I bury my face in my shoulder as I once again try to hold back my laughter as the dwarves yell at Bilbo calling him a traitor.

“What do you know about cooking dwarf?” The Troll named Tom says curiously.

“Shut up, and let the, uh, flurgaburburrahobbit talk.” Bert says as he turns his full attention to Bilbo.

“Uh, th-the secret to cooking dwarf is, um” I glance at Bilbo to see a look of pure astonishment on his face that he is thinking about what seasonings would go good with dwarf.

“Yes? Come on.” Bert says getting antsy.

“It’s, uh” I smile inwardly as I realize Bilbo is trying to stall till dawn.

“Tell us the secret.” Bert says and I sense irritation in his voice.

“Ye-yes, I’m telling you, the secret is … to skin them first!” Bilbo says getting ahead of himself.

“Tom, get me the filleting knife.” Bert says as he nudges his companion.

I hear the dwarves on the spike yell at Bilbo angrily and I roll my eyes. “What a load of rubbish! I’ve eaten plenty with their skins on. Scuff them, I say, boots and all.” Tom says and I happen to catch a glance of Gandalf slipping behind some trees nearby.

“`e’s right! Nothing wrong with a bit of raw dwarf! Nice and crunchy.” William says as he grabs Bombur, who is in a sack, and dangles him upside down over his mouth, about to eat him. I yell out “Stop!” As Bilbo yells out, “Not-not that one, he-he’s infected!”

“You what?” Tom says as he stares at Bilbo. 

“Yeah, He’s got worms in his … tubes.” Bilbo says and I once again try not to laugh at Bilbo’s words. William drops Bombur back into the pile of Dwarves in disgust. “In-in fact they all have, they’re in-infested with parasites. It’s a terrible business; I wouldn’t risk it, I really wouldn’t.”

“Parasites, did he say parasites?” Oin says as Kili rebuts, “We don’t have parasites! You have parasites!” causing me and Bilbo to roll our eyes. The rest of the dwarves chime in about how they don’t have parasites and how Bilbo is a fool. 

I glance back at Thorin and I see the suddenly realization hit him and he kicks Kili making all the dwarves understand and go along with it. All the dwarves begin proclaiming about how they’re “riddled” with parasites making me once again try not to laugh when Tom chimes in, “What would you have us do, then, let ‘em all go?” I nod as Bilbo says, “Well...”

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to? This little ferret is taking us for fools!” My mouth gapes open in shock as I hear Bilbo say, “Ferret?”

Suddenly Gandalf appears on top of a large rock above the clearing and yells out, “The dawn will take you all!”

“Who’s that?”

“No idea.”

“Can we eat `im too?”

Gandalf strikes the rock with his staff, splitting it in half, allowing the sunlight behind it to pour into the clearing. When the sunlight touches the trolls’ skin, they begin turning into stone amidst loud screams and howls of pain. Within seconds, there are three stone statues of trolls in the clearing. All the dwarves cheer for Gandalf. Of course, the dwarves on the spit, including Dwalin, still look uncomfortable. I smile at Bilbo as I say, “Good thinking there.”

It is morning; the dwarves have been freed from the spit and from the sacks. Gandalf walks to one of the troll statues and thumps it with his staff, with a pleased smile on his face. I suddenly notice that the dwarves are avoiding me and my stomach drops. “So you’re an Elf?” I hear Bilbo say and I smile softly as I say, “I was once, not anymore.”

“What happened if you don’t mind me asking?” He says and I notice that he’s not the only one listening. Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Balin all are now even though their eyes are not on me I can still feel their curiosity hit me like a wave. I feel my throat close up and I force my eyes closed as I say, “I…” Suddenly my heart starts to race causing my breath to catch causing a feeling of not being able to breathe fill my body. I force my eyes to open as I say, “I need some air!”

As I walk away I hear Balin say, “Some histories are hard for some to remember young Bilbo. Give her some time and she’ll tell you though she may not know it yet.” Thorin suddenly orders us all to look for a cave and upon finding it we all walk in to see that it is full of treasures the trolls have been hoarding. Suddenly a putrid smell hits me making me scowl. “Oh, what’s that stench?!” Nori says causing Gandalf to reply, “It’s a troll hoard. Be careful what you touch.”

As they enter the cave, many of the dwarves cough and retch at the pungency. Inside, they find piles of gold coins and other treasure in caskets. I follow closely behind Thorin while he explores. I watch as he finds two swords covered in cobwebs. My heart catches as Gandalf approaches him. “These swords were not made by any troll.” Thorin says as he hands one sword to Gandalf and keeps the other one.

“Nor were they made by any smith among men.” 

“They were made by my kin,” I say barely above a whisper. Gandalf draws the sword in his hand out of its sheath a few inches. “These were forged in Gondolin by the High Elves of the First Age.” I watch as Thorin, realizing that they are Elven swords, starts to put his away in disgust. “You could not wish for a finer blade.” Gandalf says and I walk away from them trying not to think about the Elf that made them.

“Let’s get out of this foul place. Come on, let’s go. Bofur! Gloin! Nori!” Thorin says as he quickly exits the cave. I follow closely behind him until the sunlight and fresh air hit my face making me relax. I sense something coming and turning to my company say, “Something’s coming!”

“Stay together! Hurry now. Arm yourselves.” Gandalf says as we all run off into the woods. Suddenly Radagast rides at full speed through the forest on his rabbit drawn sled. He pulls up short by the Company yelling, “Thieves! Fire! Murder!” I roll my eyes as Gandalf walks up to him and says, “Radagast! Radagast the Brown. Ah. What on earth are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly wrong.”

“Yes?”

Radagast opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it. He opens his mouth again, but closes it again. He has forgotten what he was going to say. “Oh, just give me a minute. Um, oh, I had a thought, and now I’ve lost it. It was, it was right there, on the tip of my tongue.” He curls up his tongue, and looks surprised. “Oh, it’s not a thought at all; it’s a silly old...” Gandalf pulls a stick insect out of Radagast’s mouth. “Stick insect!”

The dwarves and Bilbo look flustered. Radagast and Gandalf go off a few paces and speak privately. I sit down in the grass and taking a deep breath let the woods welcome me into their home. “Randír, do you mind if I join you?” I hear Bilbo say and I smile softly as I say, “Have a seat Bilbo.” As he sits beside me I find myself saying, “You asked me what happened to me and I ran. I am sorry; I just don’t like reliving my past.”

“That’s completely understandable.” He says and I smile softly. “My father was a great elven lord I do not know if you know his name but he was called, Celebrimbor.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard of him.” I feel my heart clench as I tell him about what had happened to my father and my past. As I do, I leave nothing out save for my history with Thranduil. When I am done talking I suddenly notice that all the dwarves including Thorin are listening to me. My heart drops. ‘Oh Valar what they must think of me now!’ I think to myself as I suddenly have the urge to run.

“Is that why you no longer claim to be an elf?” I hear Bilbo ask and I nod slowly as I say, “I have no right to be one. If I could, I’d be a mortal.”

“I wouldn’t say you have no right,” I smile softly at him as I say, “You’re a good friend Bilbo.” Suddenly, a howl is heard in the distance. “Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out there?”

“Wolves? No, that is not a wolf.” Bofur says as the color drains from every ones faces. From behind a nearby crag, a Warg appears; it leaps into the midst of the Company, knocking down one of the dwarves. Thorin strikes and kills it using Orcrist. Another Warg attacks from the other side; Kili shoots it with an arrow, bringing it down. However, it gets back up, only to be killed by Dwalin.

“Warg Scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind.” I grab Ithildin and pulling him from his sheathe jump to my feet as Bilbo says, “Orc pack?”

“Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?” Gandalf says angrily to Thorin who replies, “No one.”

“Who did you tell?”

“No one, I swear. What in Durin’s name is going on?”

“You are being hunted.” I grip tightly to Ithildin as Dwalin says, “We have to get out of here.” 

“We can’t! We have no ponies; they bolted.” Ori says and I suddenly feel a whole fill my body.

“I’ll draw them off.” Radagast says to Gandalf and I raise an eyebrow.

“These are Gundabad Wargs; they will outrun you.”

“These are Rhosgobel Rabbits; I’d like to see them try.”

Gandalf watches from behind a rock as Radagast and the Wargs disappear in the distance before he says, “Come on!” The Company rushes across a rocky plain. In the distance, Radagast is being chased by the Wargs. One of them crashes while trying to catch him. As we run across the plain, we see the Wargs not too far from us, so we hide behind the rocks. “Stay together.” Gandalf says and nod as I place myself at the back of our company.

As we run, Radagast drives his sled beneath an overhanging projection of rock; he ducks, but the Orc on the Warg behind him gets knocked off. As the chase continues, Thorin stops behind a rock so that he is not seen by the Wargs. Ori starts to run out of the cover. “Ori, no! Come back!” Thorin yells and I grab him pulling him back behind cover.

“Come on! Quick!” Gandalf whisper yells and as the dwarves continue running, Thorin turns to Gandalf and says, “Where are you leading us?” Gandalf doesn’t answer. As the Warg scouts chase Radagast, one of them stops and scents the air. The dwarves take cover behind an outcropping of rock. The scout and his Warg appear on top of the outcropping, scenting the air. Thorin looks at Kili and nods; readying an arrow, Kili quickly steps out and shoots the Warg. The Warg and the Orc on it fall near the dwarves, and the dwarves kill them. The sounds of their fight carries quite far; the other Wargs and Orcs stop chasing Radagast as they hear roars and screams from behind the rocks.

The Warg scouts howl as they stop pursuing Radagast and begin pursuing the Company. “Move. Run!” Gandalf yells causing us to run through a grassy plain; Wargs begin to surround us from all sides. “This way! Quickly!” Gandalf yells again and I keep myself behind all of them to make sure no one is left behind. We run for a while longer, then halt in a clearing as we see Wargs on all sides. “There’s more coming!” Kili yells and I sheathe Ithildin and running up to Kili say, “Hand me your bow.” He gives me a quick glance before he reluctantly hands it over along with his quiver. I take a deep breath as I grab an arrow and pulling the bowstring back release it hitting an Orc in the face between his eyes.

“We’re surrounded!” Fili yells and I grit my teeth as I continue to shoot arrows at the oncoming Orcs and Wargs.  “Where is Gandalf?” I hear Kili say and I momentarily turn from the Orcs to see that he is nowhere to be found. “He has abandoned us!” Dwalin yells as he ready’s his axe. The dwarves gather close to each other near the rock Gandalf disappeared by. As an Orc and his Warg approach, Ori shoots a rock at him with his slingshot, to no effect. Thorin pulls out his sword.

“Hold your ground!” Thorin yells before suddenly Gandalf pops up from a crack in the rock and yells, “This way, you fools!” “Come on, move! Quickly, all of you! Go, go, go!” Thorin yells as he ushers his kin into the cave one by one. As the Wargs approach, the dwarves and Bilbo slide into the large crack in the rock, sliding into a cave. Thorin kills a Warg that gets too close as I shoot another. All the sudden I hear Thorin yell, “Kili! Randír! Run!”

Throwing the quiver over my shoulder I run toward the cave closely behind Kili. Thorin, Kili, and I jump into the crack last. Just as the lead Orc and his Wargs reach the crack, an Elvish horn sounds, and a group of mounted Elves rush into the fray, shooting and spearing the Wargs and Orcs. The Company listens to the conflict from inside the crack. One of the orcs, shot by an arrow, falls into the cave. Thorin plucks out the arrow and examines its make.

“Elves.” Thorin says and my blood goes cold. There is a pathway at the end of the cave, leading away. “I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?” Dwalin asks and Bofur quickly replies, “Follow it, of course!” 

I look over at Gandalf as he says, “I think that would be wise.” The Company begins following the path. I hesitate for a moment before following after them. At times, the dwarves have difficulty going through. The pathway eventually opens out into an open area; there is a valley below, and in that valley is the city of Rivendell.

Will Continue in - Rivendell 

Back to the Beginning( Don't tell him part three)

Pairing: Tyler/ Reader, Josh/ Reader Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Wax, Slight name calling, Surprises,Daddy kink(slight), Choking(slight) Cliff hangers(you’re welcome) Rating: Mature A/N: HAHA READ IT AND WEEP(please don’t stop reading the series, this isn’t what it seems.)

You got into your car and started your long drive to work. It had been officially two weeks since you and both of the boys had been together as a trio, and things were going perfectly, or so you thought. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when your phone buzzes and alerts you of a new text. You look over and see Tyler’s icon come up, and wait for a red light to check it. Once you pick it up and see it, you read what it says and immediately turn your car around to head to his place. The text said there was a big emergency and he needed you to be there asap. You make sure to call your boss and let them know you can’t come in, and park your car in the boys driveway. You run inside, using your key, and walk in to see Tyler sitting casually on the couch. “Tyler, what’s wrong?!” You yell. He looks up at you calmly and smiles. “I just wanted to see you..” he mumbled, standing up and crossing the floor over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you glare into his eyes, trying to calm yourself down. “Tyler, you’re a fucking idiot. I thought you or Josh might’ve been hurt” you say, trying to get out of his arms. He doesn’t loosen his grip, only holds you tighter. “I’m sorry baby, I just…I missed you, I miss our little dates we used to have her..” he says, looking around the apartment. You sigh and can’t help but feel saddened by Tyler’s words. “I thought you were okay with all of this. It was your idea..” you say, looking up into his big brown eyes. He looks back into yours and bites down on his lip, hard. “I know. I just wanted you to be happy and he had stuff to offer you that I didn’t..I just miss being alone with you, watching movies with you, having you strip for me..” he starts to mumble his words softly into your ear. “Watching you dance for me, fucking the lights out of you, tying​ you down” You cut him off. “Then let’s do it” He looks at you questioningly. “What do you mean?”// “For tonight only, let’s go back to how it was. You can tie me down, I’ll dance for you. We’ll go back to how things were without Josh, just for tonight.” You say, kissing along his neck. He lets out a loud groan and tips his head back, giving you better access. You feel him let out hums when you realize you're​ making a mark. You pull away and he moves his lips onto yours, slowly moving you up to carry you upstairs. On the way up, Tyler rips off all of your clothes and throws them lazily around before dropping you onto the bed. He pulls off his shirt when he walks over to the familiar dresser, and pulls out the old ropes and ties. You smirk as he walks over and ties your first wrist to the headboard, and then the next. Tyler takes a blindfold and ties it around your eyes. You feel him move away and hear a click sound, not even a moment later you feel a stinging sensation on your stomach, and are quickly realizing it’s candle wax. You inhale sharply, feeling the familiar rushing feeling in the pit of your stomach. He starts to write something with the wax. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, and traces his finger over it. You aren’t sure what it says, but Tyler wipes it away and moves back up to kiss you. He starts sliding down his pants and massages your breast. He slides his underwear off, and aims himself, thrusting in slowly. Once he feels you’re fully adjusted, he thrusts into you, harder. You groan against him and struggle against your restraints, just wanting to touch him. He chuckles at your obvious discomfort and interlocks his fingers with yours, leaning down to be able to go deeper inside of you. With his new angle, he was hitting you in all of the right spots, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out his name. He continues to talk dirty to you, starting to push you over the edge, when suddenly. “Hey, Ty, where are you?” You and Tyler both start whisper yelling, and you hear Tyler pull on all of his clothes. “Okay, babe, you wait here, and I’ll be back” he says, leaving you tied up and blindfolded, completely exposed. Meanwhile, downstairs. “Hey, Josh, what are you doing here?” Tyler asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Josh looks up at the boy and smiles. “Well, (Y/N) is at work right now. So I thought maybe we could do something special for her when she gets back?” Josh suggests, already placing bags in the kitchen. Tyler starts biting his nail and looks at Josh, sighing. He had to admit, it was hit for him to think about you, tied up, naked, and waiting for him. Maybe he should make you wait. “What were you thinking?” Tyler asks, opening the bags. “I thought we could make her food and then watch a movie and…You know” Josh says, laughing at himself. Tyler smirks, loving the fact that you were up there. “Well, we both know I’m the better cook of us two, so you can look through the movies while I cook?” Tyler says. Josh nods and goes to Tyler’s living room. Tyler starts blasting the music and Josh chuckles, flipping through the movies. Josh lifts his head when he hears a slight noise, but looks away. But when he looked down, he saw a bra. Your bra. And the rest of your clothes that Tyler left laying around. He clenches his jaw and stands up. “Ty, I have to go the bathroom” Josh says, Tyler doesn’t respond, probably with how loud his music was. He clears his throat and starts walking up the stairs, and heads to Tyler’s room, assuming you’d be there. He sees you and feels rage, but also becomes very turned on by the sight of you just laying there, waiting, wanting. You hear the movement and the music, and think Tyler was coming back up to finish, and turned on the music so Josh wouldn’t hear. You hear the sound of pants coming off and more shifting, and smile. “Coming back to finish, huh?” You ask. You inhale sharply when you feel a cold finger running along the burn from the wax. You try and see through your blindfold, but you can’t. It doesn’t take long for you to feel yourself being stretched out again, but it felt different. Your thoughts are cleared when he starts thrusting in faster. “T-tyler” you let out, pulling at the restraints.“Call me daddy” says a whisper. You bite your lip and start screaming Daddy to him, encouraging him to go faster. He grabs something from the table and you hear it start vibrating. He grabs one of your hips to be able to hit harder, and starts rubbing the vibrator onto your clit. “God, Daddy, yes” you say. You feel yourself reaching your end, and you can tell ‘Tyler’ is also about to from the grunts they’re letting out. You feel his hand reach up and wrap around your neck, squeezing, and completely sending you over the edge. The sounds you let out are vulgar and choked, and you feel the warmness entering you as well.“I don’t appreciate you calling out my best friend’s name while I’m fucking you” he says. Josh. He lifts the blindfold and you’re at a loss for words. For some reason, it was hot to you. “And slut, that’s a new one” Josh says. You look confused until he points at your stomach and you realize that’s what Tyler had burned into you. You laugh softly and shrug. That’s when you hear the clearing of a throat. “So, this is the second time I’ve walked in on you two. I’m thinking you just want to be caught” he says, crossing his arms on his chest and leaning against the doorframe. Josh mumbles some curse words and pulls his underwear on, yet no one makes any attempt to untie you. You groan. “Tyler, I thought Josh was you..” you say. Tyler looks at Josh. “Did you fuck her and not even tell her it was you?” Josh doesn’t say anything. “Dude, that’s so fucked. And you knew I was downstairs?!” Josh finally stands. “Ty, you decided to take her for yourself in the first place! It was supposed to be all of us or at least we were supposed to let each other know something was happening!” Josh yells back. Tyler sees you sitting quietly and unties you. You pull the cover over yourself and start biting your nail, not knowing what to say or do. “Maybe this was a mistake.” You say, loud enough for them to hear. The three of you sit in silence. Tyler mumbled something, but no one heard. “What?” You ask. “I agree, tonight started as my fault” he begins. “Tyler…”//“Let me finish. I think tonight was just a mess, but (Y/N), this wasn’t a mistake. At least, not for me. I think…..” He starts mumbling again. “What?” You ask again. Whatever was said, Josh heard it when you didn’t, and he looked pissed. “I said. Marry me” (THATS WHERE IM ENDING IT BUT GET READY FOR THE NEXT PART OML)ki

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Hello Yesterday, I passed my driving test and am, of course, really looking forward to driving. I spotted a Renault Clio I liked with a 1.1 litre engine. It's nothing special, just a first car (which would mean the world to me) I was always aware insurance was going to be a struggle. I insured myself with Provisional Marmalade while I was still learning, so I could drive my mum and dad's car as additional practice. Prov. Marm. have another part to their company, Young Marmalade for newly passed drivers, apparently giving you the best quotes, however I couldn't find anything under 3000! I am a 17 year old boy living in the Northeast of Scotland, one of the most common places for a collision in the whole of the UK. However, I am not in anyway a dangerous driver. My dad has been driving for 50 years and told me he feels very safe while driving with me as a learner, and I always stay within the speed limit, with the exception of if I don't realise I'm doing over the limit. My mum and dad have been saving some money for me for about 10 years, but it's only about 1300, and I don't have any more money apart from that. It's not going to be enough and I have really been let down by the insurance, because that Clio I saw was 600. The lowest quote I managed to find was 1634.70 a year from the Co-Operative Young Driver insurance, and with that you get a device fitted in your car to monitor how you drive, and if you drive within speed limits, and safely, I guess your monthly cost comes down a little bit. Anyway, I'm waffling on here. My question was, does anybody know of a REALLY good insurer for 17 year old boys who would: -take their price down for one of thse devices being fitted -offer decent discounts for Pass Plus or an Advanced Driving course? A car and amazingly cheap insurance would mean the world to me at the moment, because there's nothing worse than the feeling of only getting 1 minor fault on your test then realising you can't drive due to the greedy bastard insurance companies. Thanks for all the help.""

How much  is a few lessons + cbt & motorcycle test for a 125cc moped ?

also how much would be tax and insurance and hidden costs of running a moped if passed the test ?

What is the best health insurance?

Hi! I have been trying to find an affordable health insurance company. I am young and in good health. I am a nanny and am not offered health insurance. At my husband's job they ...show more

How much will car insurance cost?

i know you cant exactly guess the costs but can you give me an estimate? i live in va im 17 years old i have 3.81 GPA i am a female how much does it cost a teenager each month?

How much does car insurance cost for teenage girls in Denver Colorado?

I'm 17 years old.

Insurance for 250 Ninja?

I will be buying a new 2011 Kawasaki Ninja 250. I'm 18 yrs old. We will pay the bike in full..... How much will be my insurance on this bike? thanks

Will damages to my rental car go to my car insurance if I was not the one driving?

I have terrible luck lately. Two weeks ago I totaled my car (my fault) and I have a rental until tomorrow. Rental is from enterprise and paid for thru my car insurance. On my rental agreement I did not list any other drivers, and since it was paid for by my car insurance the guy crossed out the extra insurance and just asked me how much my car insurance deductible is and wrote that down($250). Today, I looked at the agreement and I actually hadn't signed it when I rented the car (even though there is a place for me to sign)...hmm...(?) SO, last night I was drinking and my boyfriend was not so he drove us home- in my rental. A car hit the rear driver side of us and it caused a dent and some paint damage. Called the cops, the other driver lied and nobody cited. I DO NOT want my insurance to know, since I just totaled my car. Boyfriend has full coverage, can it go on his? or will it go on mine? Can we just pay for it in cash & not use insurance? Its minor, fix before I turn it back in ?""

Where do i get the best deal on car insurance?

i`ve just finnished a six year ban and i`m looking too get back on the road legal...but i`m finding it difficult too get affordable insurance

Can a daughter cover her mother in her company's health insurance?

A friend of mine is expecting her daughter to get a full-time job after graduation in summer of 2007. She is a 58-year old widow and doesnt have health insurance. She is planning to have her daughter claim her as a dependent in the coming tax year in order to cover her in her daughter companys health insurance once her daughter gets the job. I told her the above condition is impossible. Her daughter can claim her as a dependent, but not able to cover her in the group health insurance, such as company's health insurance. Would like to hear other comments and opinions.""

How much impact will a claim of $1400 have on my Insurance rates?

I have a deductible of $500 so the actual payout would only be $900. But someone told me that the amount doesn't matter. Its the number of claims. So in that case would 1 claim matter? I have asked the same question to my Insurance company and they are non comittal. Anyone with similiar situation, please advise..""

Will my insurance drop me?

hey guys.. i have state farm insurance and i was put on my parents insurance as a 17 year old because i got into an accident in november (not my fault, i got rear ended). i turned 18 on new years day and just got a speeding ticket (51 in a 35). i was just wondering if my insurance could drop me and if so how likely it would be. thanks.""

""Heath insurance, where to get it?

What kind of health insurance is for a 2 years olds? And where can we get it? Thanks !!

If I show proof of insurance?

I was driving my car on the clock. I use my vehicle as a work vehicle. Anyways I was sent to the store to purchase sodas. when I tapped a vehicle on the rear bumper. We pulled over and exchanged information. And later found out that my own insurance was expired. Am I covered. By work or can I purchase insurance after the fact. And still be okay?

""Car insurance, i am confused ?""

basically i think i will be driving around around 20 miles a day possibly 24 miles a day depending on traffic. If i times this by 5 it will be 100 miles a week or 120. if i times this by 52 for the whole year it will be 6240 miles driven a whole year. So why the fucccckkkkkkk when i type i am driving 100 miles week in the insurance calculator they estimate i will be driving 26,000 miles a year ???? Who is correct? i am confused, this is important because i got quote for 1700 a year for around 6000 miles.""

Car insurance help? do i need to pay?

Hi there:) I have just bought a car, it is being delviered on thursday. I was hoping to keep it on my drive until i have passed, then insure it and drive after, am i allowed to do this? or do i have to pay insurance? thanks""

Can i go on my mums car insurance?

I'm nearly 17 and looking to buy a car and drive however the prices of car insurance are way too high. Is it possible to share the car with my mum and have joint insurance with her?

Will my insurance go up?

will my insurance go up if i got a speeding ticket. i just got a speeding ticket almost doing 20 miles over the speed limit so i am worrying if it will effect my insurance or not and i have two accidents on it too. should i do the class or pay the ticket off?

Motorcycle insurance?

I live in the city of toronto but have a cottage up in peterborough. I got an insanely ridiculous expensive quote if i ride in the city, so i was wondering if i can get my insurance policy under my cottage address because i will likely just be driving it up in peterborough throughout the summer.""

How much is insurance for a 16 year old?

So Im looking to buy a car when I turn 16 in a few months.. preferably the 2012 beetle which comes out to be around $25,000 and about $400 a month for 72 months. And I am also looking to get a job and work as many hours as I can, including the summer AND when school is back in session. I live in Southern California so minimum wage is $8.00... I am just hoping I can afford the car even with the cost of insurance... and after taxes as well! Im having trouble figuring it out so PLEASE help! Thanks :)""

Free health insurance for the unemployed?

i am unemployed and have no health insurance. is there a program in pa. where i can get health insurance for free or at a very low price?

Whats the cheapest car insurance for 17yr old girl?

Whats the cheapest car insurance for 17yr old girl?

Question about motorcycle insurance.?

I was wondering if anyone could tell me, on average, although there are multiple considerations...how much difference would there be in monthly insurance premiums between a 500cc bike compared to a 650cc bike? I heard that its actually quite a bit of difference, as I think I've heard that anything less than 600 is quite less than anything above 600cc's. I was just wondering if anyone could confirm this, and hopefully give me some estimated figures. Thank you""

What is the *cheapest* car insurance for a 20 year old female driver in TX?

I'm going to pay. I don't have any close family that can put me under their insurance, so please give me the CHEAPEST choice... Thank you.

Car accident and insurance/how much in repairs?

I got into a minor car accident yesterday afternoon while I was parallel parking on Walnut Street in Philadelphia. I was backing up and I hit the curb. The front end of my vehicle was still sticking our quite a bit, so I pulled out a little bit so I could pull in the rest of the way. The person behind me thought that I was done parking so pulled around me and I ended up hitting her. Her fender and her door skin need to be replaced. Does anyone know around how much this would cost to repair? She had the police come so I am assuming that she wants the insurance company to cover the damage, however I would rather pay for it out of pocket. Obviously, my insurance company is going to find out about the accident, but after the insurance companies decide the breakdown of the fault, would I be able to pay for my part of the damages without my rates going up? Or at that point would it not matter, my rates are going up anyways? I ask this because I'm 19 years old and would prefer to not have my rates go up.""

What is an affordable insurance for my child?

Im looking for an affordable insurance company for my daughter that has decent copays and covers dental, eye, meds etc. Ive been looking online but cant seem to find what im looking for. If anyone has any experience or suggestions your help is appreciated. Thank you!""

How much will my auto insurance go up(rough idea) if I get a job where I would use my car?

Just curious what range it might fall in. My premium with state farm is very low, about $70 a month with full coverage on a 1994 3000GT. Milage would be like 125 a day.""

What is the most popular insurance in troy missouri?

What is the most popular insurance in troy missouri? Is there a service/website to where i can find this info and info like that? What kind of insurance is mostly used in certain areas?

Idea of what monthly insurance rates are for new drivers?

I am a new driver and would like an idea of insurance rates for new drivers, I know its high. i live in Connecticut and so far Ive been told AAA is the cheapest for new drivers. Also would i pay more if i drive and SUV rather than a car Any advice on how i can pay at least a reasonable amount monthly?""

What is the cheapest car insurance company in the uk?

Hi what is a good cheap car insurance company in the uk for drivers under 25?

What would it cost to add someone who has a drink drive conviction to my car insurance for a couple of weeks?

It would be third party fire & theft; the same as me.

Good maternity insurance in Michigan?

We are looking for good affordable maternity insurance here in Michigan. Everything that I've found has a huge waiting period, and they still expect me to pay through the entire time. Any help?""

How can I get reliable insurance ratings?

I have been with Nationwide Insurance for 21 years. Your normal every day insurance can never come close to their rates and Nationwide has always had outstanding service. As we all know, money is lean these days so there are two companies I want to check out. I'm thinking about getting quotes from USAA because I am a veteran and California Casualty Insurance because, as a teacher, I get a discount through SCEA. My fear is that even though those 2 might end up cheaper, I might get a huge downgrade in service. So I'm looking for information on both companies, especially if there is a good, unbiased source on the internet. I need to cover 5 cars (including 3 teenage drivers) and 2 boats.""

Insurance for unregistered cars?

I have a few unregistered cars in a garage- one is a show car that I trailer to shows, 2 are just cars I love but I dont drive, and 1 is a race car I occaisonally race. These cars are covered by insurance when I trailer them (add-on policy to trailer insurance), and the race car is covered when i race it (Race insurance with the group I work with)... however, I realize none of them are insured while they sit in my garage against damage or theft. What kind of insurance do I get just to protect these cars while they are sitting on my property? Thanks!""

""How much is PPD rating schedule for %13 lumbar spine discs and knees, If my insurance company was putting me?

on Permanent Disability and my company Laid me out because of my limitation of to work? How much the insurance company has to pay me for my injury and disability?

What is the difference between free health care affordable and universal health care insurance?

Background, I ask many questions in regards to Universal health care insurance, and many people answer with the mind set of free universal health care insurance, So I have to ask the question, does anyone know the difference between free universal health care and affordable health care insurance? I will add details as we go and this question will be put to a vote..""

Car Insurance?

So I got my license the other day I'm 16 turning 17. I don't have a car yet, but I want to drive alone. My mom has a car but my name isin't included in the policy. I heard somewhere that I could still drive the car. Is that true? How much would it cost if my name is added to the car? the car is on AAA Insurance.? . Another question. Im going to be working soon, how much would it cost for a 17 year old to drive his own car with his own insurance, BUT if im added to my DAD's policy.?""

How much will my insurance increase after a MINOR fender bender? (ballpark figure please)?

After 11 years of error free driving and on-time insurance payments, I managed to back into someone in a parking lot going about 1 mph. My car was NOT damaged, except for a scraped bumper sticker. The other driver had cosmetic damage only, and being the good guy that I am I gladly helped her navigate the insurance claim. I figured that if it was my car that was dented, I would want it taken care of. Do onto others, right? Anyway, the total payout of the claim was $556. That's roughly seven months of my premium payment. So, how much can I expect to see added to my yearly premium? 10%? 20%? more? Also, how long will it take to recover back to my previous rate? Finally, considering that I've paid this company much more than $556 over the years, how much of an increase should I accept before I start looking for a new carrier? This is technically my second insurance company - I was on my parents policy until I was 22 (I'm 27 now). So I haven't been with them forever, but I am not ready to jump ship unless they really screw me. Thanks!""

Do you have to insure a road legal quad?

One with number plates, i want one. I'm 17 and don't have 5 grand to insure my own car, so what about a road legal quad? Are they loads to insure, or are they free to drive on a road? Thanks.""

How much is insurance for a 16 year old girl driving a red 1998 corvette convertible?

I am a very responsible driver and I DO NOT speed. I always wanted a corvette and it would really help me out if someone would be able to tell me how much the insurance is. I heard the prices can range really high, but being a student on the high honor roll would that help me out? I am over a 4.0 gpa with honors classes. Btw I live in Illinois. Would it be over $100 dollars a month. I am very confused. please help me..""

'occasional driver' Car insurance?

Hi, I'm 18 and I'll be heading off to college in the fall and so won't be home very often. However when I am home I'd like to be insured on my dads car. I don't see the point in having to pay the same price for car insurance as someone who drives almost daily, so I wanted to know if there was a type of car insurance for the 'occasional' driver. I'll only be home on vacations, and even then I won't be driving all the time, but I really need a car insurance for when I do drive, mostly summers.""

Paying insurance monthly?

ive never booked insurance myself before if your happy with your online quote can you ring them up tell them your saved quote ref and then arrange monthly payment/direct debit rather than having to go through all questions again on the phone? what will happen then? will they have to check stuff get your bank details and then send paperwork through? the insurance is going to be in my name but im giving my partners bank card details for direct debit would that be ok?

Cheap car insurance....?

whats the cheapest car insurance for teens

What is the cheapest online car insurance where no deposit is paid? Morethan is no good. (UK)?

What is the cheapest online car insurance where no deposit is paid? Morethan is no good. (UK)?

Why does having access to more than 1 car put your insurance premium up?

I'm trying to get insured on my mums car, the quotes on insurance comparison websites are higher when I mention that she is insured on somebody else car though...""

Can i stay on my parents health insurance after i am 18 and not a full time student?

I am 17 years old, I will be 18 in september. I just graduated high school and decided not to pursue a higher education at this time. I have heard with the obama health care plan that i can stay on my parents health insurance until i am 26. But i have also heard this doesn't take place until 2014. And i Have heard that you have to be a full time student. So i would like a simple answer that's easy to understand, preferably with a sited source for me to look up. Will i lose my health insurance in 2010 if i am not a full time college student and over the age of 18??? I live in california if that makes any difference as far as the health care plans go. Thanks and appreciate it :)""

Will a renters insurance and automobile insurance claim effect homeowners insurance rates?

Im purchasing a home in 2 months. Meanwhile my apartment was broken into and my second vehicle was stolen via my spare key which was hidden in my apartment. My losses for the ...show more

Why public opt for health insurance and not public opt for health auto insurance?

Just a random question. Auto insurance is required in most (if not all) states. Health insurance is not yet. They both cost about the same out of pocket. Just curious as to why people who support public option are not also complaining about the cost of mandatory liability.

Insurance quote on nissan navra ?

in febuary i will be 17 is there any chance i would be able to get a quote on a truck like that or am i living in a dream world

What is the *cheapest* car insurance for a 20 year old female driver in TX?

I'm going to pay. I don't have any close family that can put me under their insurance, so please give me the CHEAPEST choice... Thank you.

What is the cheapest car insurance around?

I still want good coverage but am so confused by all the ads. geico? aig? mercury? ahhhh so many I am a 21 yr old female with a good driving record I have had my license since I was 16. Please help!!

Car accident without insurance?

So today I rear ended a 2011 Honda Civ, a small strach [sp], some paint missing and a possible dent. My car on the other hand suffered some significant damage. Now as we were preparing to exchange info, I find out my car doesn't have insurance (its my parents and I wasn't informed) and I told her I will pay for damages and apologized, etc. Now I asked how much would it cost, etc. Her insurance company told her I would have to pay $20+ per day for her rental car how ever many days its in the shop. That I can handle. But say worse case scenarios: How much would it cost to replace a back bumper for a 2011 honda civ? Or to fix a dent, color, paint, etc? Has this happened to anyone else without insurance, etc?""

Average cost in nj for 17 year old girl for car insurance?

thanks

Is it true the you can get car insurance thru Medicaid or Medicare?

I heard this is true but I don't know because my parents are disabled they are 51 and 56 they own a car but no insurance they need it to get to there doctor's appointment's and hospital visits. So is this true if anybody knows please help by giving info on this by giving a link or number. Or you can help by referring to a place that will help them out because they only live on the disability checks and food stamps. Thanks for helping

Is my auto insurance goes up after I got speeding ticket? How much would it cost me?

Is my auto insurance goes up after I got speeding ticket? How much would it cost me?

Need cheap & affordable Health Insurance?

I have a friend, Yes a Friend, She and her husband are paying $160 a month for Health insurance & its, Medi-cal, Which is Welfare, So I told her that there has to be a GOOD Insurance out there that is cheaper, She needs help, Can she find anything thats better then $160 month.""

How long is a quarter period in insurance?

My insurance says: Family coverage: $2,213 per quarter So how long is that? 3 months or what?""

Does anyone knows which insurance company is better? Great eastern or prudential?

Does anyone knows which insurance company is better? Great eastern or prudential?

I need insurance on my car and need to keep the cost low as possible?

Will it be ok to cut out the no claims protection or is this a must, I have over ten years, is there any other way to keep it low. Thanks""

""With the on going crisis, is it still possible to get cheap auto insurance in california?""

i know people who've gotten their fingers burnt, so .........""

I am a new driver with insurance queries.can anyone help me?

i am a new driver and i am thinking of buying a cheap,affordable,small car (ford ka). The problem is that if i put my father's name as the main driver,who has his licence since ages,and put my name as a 2nd driver, how much approx. will my insurance come down to?+ i got my pass plus.""

How where and how can I get cheap car insurance?

I lost my job last year and I'm getting back on my feet again and I'm looking for very cheap insurance because I still can't pay too much.

GAP insurance vs Full Coverage?

Im getting ready to buy my first car. I live in Indiana. I am being told getting GAP insurance is suggested, but from what they say. I don't see a difference in GAP and Full Coverage. So What is the difference between GAP insurance and Full Coverage. In Indiana, and what is recommended to do or get""

What is a good car that is cheep and i won't have to pay a higher insurance?

researching a new car and with money so tight im looking for cheep...so what ever you guys can give that is cheep, and won't raise my insurance is great""

How much would my car insurance be?

i plan to by a 95 toyota , i have been driving since i was 17 and now 21 and have had no accidents. how much would my insurance be on average.""

What is the cheapest way to get insurance on my first car.?

I am 18 and am buying a 1.2 corsa. I need to know the cheapest way to insure it. Even if I have to go on a relatives insurance. Please help

How much is car insurance per year for a oldish mini?

I'm 18 in June and I would really love a mini say 2005 or something like that. How much roughly would insurance be per year for one of them. Thanks guys :)

Cheapest car insurance?

I'm looking for the cheapest car insurance coverage right now. All I need is an affordable quote, so I don't care about how good the company is or how much they will cover. I just need affordable insurance to drive a car. I had 2 tickets, and all the quotes I've been getting so far are over $1,000 for 6 months. I am fully aware that I drove like a dummy and was unlucky as hell; that's where the 2 tickets came from. So please don't make any comment on that. I just need some help. Thank you!""

""When buying your most recent car, how did you obtain auto insurance?""

A few options, feel free to choose one or just let me know what happened to you. A. You bought insurance at the dealership B. You bought insurance at home within a week of purchasing the vehicle C. You bought insurance at home longer than a week after purchasing the vehicle D. You already had insurance and just added the car to your existing policy. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you drove home uninsured. :) Thanks! Also, let me know if you bought a new or used car.""

About how much should the car insurance of a 17 year old who drives a 2003 Black Ford Mustang?

About how much should the car insurance of a 17 year old who drives a 2003 Black Ford Mustang?

Why is it that you pay all this money for car insurance?

Why is it that you pay all this money for car insurance and after an accident you still need to pay a deductible? Think about this; if you payed $200 a month for 5 yrs without an accident; that's $12,000; you would still need to pay a deductible to get your car fix and your premiums will go up. That's enough money to buy a new compact car. Just curious to see if anyone has the answer.""

Do you pay taxes on a Life Insurance payout?

my father died and my mother will be seeing her tax person. Will she be paying taxes on the money she collected from my dads life insurance?

How much would would Car Insurance be for a 17 year old male?

Im a student, want to take my test. If i pass it how much do you reckon driving insurance will be. Say if i registered it under my mums insurance. i wanit a car for university so i can drive home quickly and easily. How much would it be under my mums insurance and how much would it be if i got thee smallest engine (Vauxhal Corsa or Citroen C2) for example...""

What is the best and most affordable auto insurance?

I am paying $3,099 for 2 cars.They said it is high because my 19 year old daughter is listed as a occasional driver and it's her age.My husband and I have a clean record and we ...show more""

Does cheap health insurance exist?

I relocated because my wife found a better job but problem is I don't have insurance now my current job doesn't offer it and I can't jump on hers for like a year. Is there such a thing as affordable insurance as in under $150 a month for basic doctor visit co-pays and rx?

What is the *cheapest* car insurance for a 20 year old female driver in TX?

I'm going to pay. I don't have any close family that can put me under their insurance, so please give me the CHEAPEST choice... Thank you.

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