Who will fix me now?

  indie semi-sel. owen wright from maggot boy. penned by ash. est. 07. 05.17.   

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heroicbrcther:

“Would you rather we go back to pissed off silences? Back to me getting annoyed at everything you say? Because it’s getting there.” He sighed, starting to walk in the direction of the nearest pharmacy. “I’m getting more ace bandages for Chainey and some for you too. After that, I’ll patch both of you up and then I’ve gotta go take care of my day job.” 

        ❛ I would rather get BACK to when I didn’t have to FOLLOW YOU around, or see your face AT ALL. Those were GOLDEN DAYS.❜  Owen replied - Though his voice giving away him not being exactly SERIOUS about it. Well, he WAS. But not like he was going to do ANYTHING to leave. As long as Davey could TRY and FIX his limbs, it would be MANAGEABLE to stay around. Then again, he DOUBTED it would happen if he kept on talking like this.

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cxsper-d:

“You are getting better, It just takes  practice.” Casper flinched as Owen  cursed, watching the shoe hit the  ground just beside the ball. At least  he was getting closer. “I can give you more lessons if you want them.”

The boy looked at the red head sympathetically. Feeling the  frustration radiating off him. Casper wished he could offer more than  what he had already taught, but  he couldn’t do much until Owen actually watched the ball as he kicked. It took the white haired boy  months to finally get it. 

“Slushies sound great.” 

He smiled again, bending over and picking up the ball and his bag. Hair  tousled and pulled back into the ponytail he wore for practice so he  could see what was going on. For  once he was only minorly bruised  from a match against his fellow team  mates. Being attacker when the team  split almost always doomed the native  boy with dark bruises and a bloody lip.

           ❛ It's just FINE, actually. I’m pretty sure even THIS MUCH practice is going to make my legs all SORE by tomorrow.❜  Owen tried to JOKE with a snort. In all HONESTY he just wasn’t that much for soccer. Sure, it was GREAT to play some sort of sport, as like, some STRESS and ANGER RELIEF and just spend time with the other in general. Still, a WIDE SMILE appeared on his lips upon Casper AGREEING to go out and get a nice drink.

Once he took his stuff, Owen leaned down to grab his hoodie and bag, throwing it over his shoulder - Brushing part of his fringe behind his ear, then start to walk off the field once they were BOTH done getting themselves together. Okay... Talk about SOMETHING. Bring up a TOPIC. Pretty much ANYTHING.

              ❛ S’like, what’s the DEAL with that asshat, anyway? You two don’t seem to be -- You know -- BEST FRIENDS. One would argue he’s a MORON, but ----❜  What a GREAT topic. Five starts to Wright. Could he make it any MORE awkward, anyway?

                ❛ Y’know it’s just... INTERESTING how he seems to aim DIRECTLY at your face or stomach when kicking that.❜  Owen added, eyes NARROWED. 

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@cxsper-d​ gets a starter cause i’m a sucker

              ❛ God fuckin' DAMN IT!❜  Owen yelled as he kicked into the ground INSTEAD of the ball. It was starting to get OLD and ANNOYING to suck at football. Muffled curses just under his breath left the redhead's mouth, hands digging through sweaty hair. He was about to GIVE UP. Why can't things be EASIER than this? Why can't he just kick into a ball and instantly be a master soccer player? If there was ONE thing he did not want to do, however, was get a full on anger episode in front of Casper ----- Who was just kind enough to try to even HELP him. Owen straightened his back as he turned back to the other --- A nervous smile and laugh following with the scratching of the back of his head.

              ❛ Sorry ----- I really ---- REALLY appreciate the help. I'm just uh. Getting moody I guess. ----- Want to uh ------ Call it for the day and grab a slushie?❜  Owen asked. Well fuck - Wasn’t that something? Even if a little awkward still, at least, there was an ATTEMPT to properly talk to Casper and let alone - Ask him somewhere.

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heroicbrcther:

“It’s okay to need help sometimes. Fuck’s sake, Owen. I threw the offer out there because I know that shit sucks for you right now, not because I don’t think much of you. But sure, be pissed at me for caring, by all means.” He huffed, giving Rhay one final pet before standing up and leaning against the wall. “… let’s hurry this up.”

          ❛ I'm sure we have a LOT of IMPORTANT business to attend to.❜  Owen murmured under his breath - But pushed himself UP from the floor anyways, still HOLDING ON to Krissy. Now now, he was NOT going to let go of that kitten. Not any more.

            ❛ Don’t know when you got so CARING for me. But SURE, sure. TRY to fix that up, I’d like to SEE an ATTEMPT.❜

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heroicbrcther:

“You’re no fun, kid. If you want, when we get back I can check out your arm and knee, maybe do a support wrap so you can walk a little easier.” That’s as close as he’s gonna get to an apology. He went back to petting Rhay, “I’m the hero, the protector, whatever you wanna call me. I’m just doin’ my job.”

There was SILENCE. He could feel himself getting ANGRIER again - But making an ATTEMPT to push it into the back of his mind, FOCUS on the purring Krissy was doing.

       ❛ I don’t remember ASKING for help, or PROTECTION. I was JUST FINE the way I was. You seem to be thinking VERY LITTLE of me, hero boy.❜  Owen responded - His voice barely above a MURMUR.

        ❛ My knee is FINE. I can PROTECT myself, I don’t need your HELP.❜

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necrotish:

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   The way Owen was staring at her right now wasn’t helping anything.  She had been the one in the group to try and apologize for what had happened – but what was the point? Davey still glared, still shouted, and still HATED her.  Chainey was okay with her still and that at least helped her aching heart.  He was too nice – and … so forgiving. 

And then there was Owen.  Who was staring at her right now … 

“ – what is it, Owen?  Do you have something to say? Or are you just going to be looking at me like that the whole time? ”

        ❛ See, here’s the thing.❜  Owen spoke after a LONG session of staring. He was GREAT at that, so to say. Staring at people in SILENCE until they felt TOO UNCOMFORTABLE to not talk to him. Well... He DID flip her off EARLIER, but he was getting... BORED.

         ❛ I see NO fucking POINT in why am I STILL here, and it’s not like I haven’t got MORE IMPORTANT business to attend to than to WATCH you do your CREEPY ASS BULLSHIT NECROPHILIA MAGIC. BESIDES...... I’m HUNGRY. ❜

[ao3tags]

enemies to enemies with benefits

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[bleedthekink-deactivated2016010]

A knife?? are you flirting with me?!

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heroicbrcther:

“Aw, still angry ‘bout that? If I have the cat seal of approval, which I do, you should learn to enjoy my company.” He joked, mentally making a note to not forget about picking up more bandages while they were out.

        ❛ I don’t know if you’ve NOTICED, but missing an ARM is quite a MAJOR SETBACK.❜  On the other hand, that he did not have, he could NOT argue with the cat part. Except, he could NEVER not have the last word.

         ❛ Just because my cats LIKE you, doesn’t mean I do. They like EVERYONE that feeds them, anyway. ------ For THAT matter, I still don’t GET why the FUCK am I so important to be AROUND? Are you CRUSHIN’ on me now, or WHAT.❜

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perfectmoronism:

❛❛ I … … I actually am … . .Busy… . . Really … ❜❜ The deadly pale teenager responded. His voice kept cracking. He was terrified. His head hurt. His eyes watered. All Micah wanted was leave. Preferably not by death. One thing the teen did realize, was his mouth. His bravery was going to get him killed. Even it was not bravery. One would call it the shock and fear. Not thinking.

        ❛ Exactly! Busy, with ME! We gon’ have SO MUCH fun.❜  Owen replied, choosing to IGNORE the BRAVERY of the other, HELL, it even made him more EXCITED and CURIOUS about what this is going to turn into. He understood now why they were so BIG with Parker. He had such a BIG MOUTH --- And he would have been LYING if he said it was not APPEALING. Finally, Owen moved to get OFF of Micah’s back and face him - SQUISHING his cheeks between his hand.

          ❛ See if we can UNDERSTAND each other. You RUN, and I KILL you. RIGHT?❜

[lynn-fei-blog]

Like for a starter for Lynn!

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heroicbrcther:

He grabbed one of the cans from the bag, pulling the lid off and setting it on the ground for Rhay before sitting down next to the cat. “I was kinda expecting them to hate me, considering what happened last time I was here. I’m glad at least one of ‘em’s proving me wrong already.”

       ❛ Y’know.-- Cats are not entirely like dogs. I’m not saying they are DUMB. They are SMARTER than dogs. Won’t attack you for EVERY SHIT you do.❜  His reply sounded as he was feeding Krissy.

        ❛ Even if they SHOULD. Wish they would CHEW OFF your arm, too.❜  Owen added with a SMIRK.

[mjalti]

I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no

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decalexas:

when u catch urself thinking wistfully about dating and being in love and being c*ddled and how nice that would be

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heroicbrcther:

“Uhh… hey Owen? What’s this lil’ cutie’s name?” He shouldn’t be as shocked as he really is, but the cat rubbing at his ankles was the most unexpected thing. Davey didn’t want to ruin the reunion, but there had been a theme of animals not liking him too often. He slowly crouched down, letting the cat sniff his hand and rubbing behind it’s ears.

Owen opened his eyes only briefly to glance at Davey - And the cat that he was just petting. Huh. Wouldn’t have guessed he had it in him, actually. Thought he would sit back and make him hurry or something with this whole taking care of cats deal.

         ❛ That’s Rhay. Feed ‘im, sure will appreciate it.❜  Owen told, motioning towards the bag of cat food that he approached as well to take one out and carry it over to a makeshift bowl out of a pan - Cats meowing and rubbing against his legs while he shoo’d them - Pouring the food inside the bowl. He couldn’t think of a single time he fed these cats proper food. Wasn’t the time to think about it, though, as he moved back to where the bag was dropped - But this time sitting down with another can of food and Krissy on his lap - Feeding her from his very hand.

            ❛ Y’guys like each other? He’s a friendly one. Always been.❜

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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heroicbrcther:

“You’re the cat expert here, you tell me.” He looked over the damage they’d done with their fight, Owen’s other arm was still just laying there still. With a small shake of his head, he tried to step over the rubble but was instantly stopped by one of the many cats. “Oh my god you’re adorable.”

          ❛ MANY cats fit in VERY small places, man. They don’t REQUIRE much space, SERIOUSLY.❜  Owen responded, walking into the building --- Not being able to hold that SNORT back upon seeing his own arm. God damn it. The list on the amount of JOKES he could make by that were ENDLESS - But at the same time it almost DIDN’T FEEL like it.

Upon spotting Krissy, Owen did not hesitate a second to drop the bag and pick the kitten up, holding her AS CLOSE AS humanly possible.

            ❛ I’ve MISSED you. Missed ALL of you. We’ll get y’all fed in a sec.❜  He spoke, a genuine HAPPY smile spread across his lips as he was holding the now PURRING kitten close. God, if he hasn’t been WORRIED sick if Krissy was alright.