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afoolnottoloveu · 4 years

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maybe i’m imagining things ♡

Summary: You don’t really feel like you belong at the BAU just yet (WC: 2.1k) {Masterlist <3}

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral!Reader

TW: smoking, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of alcohol

A/N: i dont smoke so theres highkey gonna b smth wrong with the description,,, but it just felt right okay, also it was a song reference as well >:(( also, this is for lucy’s fic contest! congrats on 3000 sweetheart <3

Song Pairing: Why Am I Like This? - Orla Gartland

You could remember the feeling, how it started that night at the bar. Despite the conversations of your new team swirling around you, you felt like a stranger. You didn’t think much of it at first, you just thought you were imagining things. You’ll grow into it, you told yourself.

After exactly a year at the BAU, you still couldn’t decisively say you were part of the family. As cases came and went, you felt the same. An outsider. A guest living with a family. You couldn’t blame them, really. As you should, right? They weren’t like this with any of the other newbies; it was you who intruded.

The last case felt no different. It was a family annihilator, and all you could think about were the victims. Unbeknownst to the team, except Aaron, you knew almost exactly what the family of the victims were going through. Your feelings were taking a toll on you, and everything from the jet ride to heading back to the office was a complete daze. Your mind was somewhere far off in the distance, only snapped back by the soft touch of JJ placing her hand on your shoulder before you could walk through the glass doors.

“Are you coming tonight?” She asked as if you already knew of what was happening tonight.

“Uh, w-what’s tonight?”

“We’re going to-”

“O’keefe’s!” Penelope squealed, running out of her batcave with the clicks of heels following.

“Oh, um-” you hesitated, but you remembered how badly you wanted to be a part of their family, and a drink didn’t sound too bad at the moment, “yeah! Yeah, I’ll just meet you guys there alright? M’gonna just grab some stuff.”

“We’ll see you down there!” Penelope bubbled, before sweeping everyone else into the elevator. You gave a small smile and wave, catching Spencer’s gaze just as the doors shut. Maybe you had learned to hide it well after all these years, but for profilers, they really had no idea what was going on inside your head.

You couldn’t help but glance up at Aaron’s office through the glass doors. Everyday you debated if the BAU was really for you, every day for a year, now. Not knowing if this was a mistake or not, you slipped through the bullpen and made a beeline for his office. Relatively quickly, you found the papers you were looking for after a quick search through his cabinets. You didn’t want to have the conversation with Aaron, but he was the only person on this floor with them. You shoved them in your purse, just in case. In case of what? You didn’t know either.

You tried to enjoy yourself, you really did, but your head was just filled to the brim with thoughts you couldn’t bear. The fuzzy, stuffy feeling of the bar would usually help you blend right in, but right now it made you sick. You excused yourself from the table, not like you were part of any of the conversations that were happening anyways, and stepped out.

Through your work blouse and slacks, the October wind nipped at your skin. You opened your purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Your habit started young, smoking being one of the only things that could effectively calm you. Your dad was a smoker, but he really tried his best to stop. He wouldn’t be proud of you for following in his footsteps, but so be it.

Placing the cigarette between your lips and lifting your lighter to the end, you failed to notice someone approaching from behind you.

“6 minutes.”

Startled, you fumbled and dropped your cigarette from your lips and it hit the concrete, causing you to loudly mutter a curse. You whipped around to cuss out whoever made you drop it, but you’re met with the same eyes you saw before the elevator closed.

“Jesus Christ, Spencer. I just lit that!” His expression doesn’t change, so you rummage through your purse pulling out the box of cigarettes once again. “And I know what that means, 6 minutes off my life for every cigarette I light.” Faced towards the street, you tried to light it, but failed. As the wind kept blowing out the tiny flame, you kept trying. “To be frank, 6 minutes isn’t a whole lot of time in the grand scheme of things. It’s like, one less shower. I could live with that I think.”

Still not hearing a reaction from him, you turn his way, naturally. He seems to be finding your purse very interesting, and for a moment you think, is pretty boy gonna rob me?, but you finally realize he can see the bold print title and FBI logo on the papers that you grabbed sticking out from your purse.

“Why?” is all he asked, his voice dripping in devastation. You look up to meet his eyes and there’s a gloss over them that you know too well. “Why would you wanna transfer? The BAU is-”

“-the crown jewel of the FBI. I’ve heard it.” You take the cigarette out of your mouth to reply. Unable to meet his eyes anymore, you fixed your eyes on the street once again, but you minded your voice, careful to not let it crack nor reveal too much, “I can’t explain it, Spencer.”

“I think you can, but you don’t want to.” The hurt in his voice was still evident and you had to wonder, why was it there in the first place? He doesn’t really care, his family’s inside the bar.

You brought the joint back to your lips and tried to light it one last time, and you successfully did so, inhaling the smoke and letting it encase your lungs like a blanket. “It’s just-” A long pause lingers in the air before you come to your senses, removing the cigarette from your lips. Blowing out a cloud, the wind carried the gray smoke down the sidewalk, with your eyes trailing. “You know what? No, nevermind. It’s nothing, Spence. I might not even transfer.”

“You wouldn’t grab the papers unless you were seriously considering it, Y/N,” he huffed, intent on finding out the real reason, “Come on, you were gonna have to tell us at some point. Why not start small? Why are you leaving us?” You were getting frustrated from the simple fact that he was right, and suddenly you were very sick of the cigarette you were holding.

“Fine Spencer, if you wanna know so goddamn bad then I’ll just tell you! I just- the BAU isn’t for me! And it’s not the job, it’s- it’s you! It’s all of you! I can’t be in the same room with all of you for anything other than a debriefing without feeling like I don’t fucking belong! You guys are a family, and I still feel like it’s my day one. If you guys can do this job so well without me, then why shouldn’t- why should I even be here?” You didn’t know when the tear slipped, but they just kept coming, and you were over this cigarette, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it a little too hard.

There was a silence. A cold, heavy silence, filled with nothing more than the gentle breeze, a couple cars passing in the distance and leaves falling. You suppressed your sobs as much as you could and wiped your face repeatedly.

Oh god, you thought, did I really just say that? Fuck, fuck, shit, why am I like this-

“If I asked you to stay,” His voice was soft- you knew your response wasn’t the one he was expecting. All you could do was glance at him, not knowing where he was going with this. “Would you?”

“What’re you talking about?” The words were a whisper, you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought it was just the wind. You genuinely didn’t understand what he meant, but in your head, you had already answered his question.

“Y/N, I--I just wanna talk, okay? Can you listen? Is that alright?” His voice was comforting, and with the way you were feeling, it was music to your ears. It reminded you of the way he spoke to children, but you were just too damn exhausted to call him out on it; so you nodded, but you kept your eyes on the street in front of you, watching a taxi pass by.

“You know, when I first asked you ‘why?’ a few minutes ago, when I was saying that the BAU was the crown jewel of the FBI? Well, that wasn’t what I was going to say at all. I was gonna say that the BAU is where you belong, Y/N. We don’t only want you to stay, we need you to stay. You were the one who talked down that unsub today. You can defend yourself better than almost any of us. You treat us like family, with the coffee every Wednesday and checking on all of us regularly. We notice these things, Y/N. Do you? Because it’s almost like it’s second nature to you.”

You had to take several deep breaths before you could gather yourself enough to respond; you closed your eyes as you spoke. “Do you know why I so badly want to be so close to all of you? My- my parents were both killed by- by a sociopath. I was 15. I started smoking then. My aunt took me in and I lived with my cousins. They were closer to each other than to me, though. I- I don’t know, I had a family, I guess. I mean, my aunt and her two daughters were my family, but- I don’t know, I’m not making sense.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know that at all, I thought they were your sisters. I get it. Well, I don’t, but I know what you’re trying to say. You didn’t have one as a teenager, but you have one now. Everyone inside of that bar thinks of you as their family. I know you don’t see it, but I can assure you that they do.”

You forgot your eyes were closed. They opened to the touch of Spencer’s hand on your arm, and there he was, standing in front of you. You wanted to cry more, but the sight of Spencer in front of you made you smile and your heart swell. You knew every word that left his mouth was genuine, full of love and understanding. You rushed forward and hugged him, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and cradled your head. It was almost funny, you were sure this was the most you had touched the germaphobe like, ever.

Into his sweater you sniffled and mumbled, “What about you Spencer?”

He pulled away from the hug, both of you still clinging to the other, but enough to have to look in each other’s eyes. He tilted his head as if he were asking what you meant.

“Do you- are we family?”

His only response was an airy chuckle and a swift, soft peck to your forehead. Huh, that’s new. You weren’t saying you didn’t like it though, no, not at all. He pulled you back into the hug and said into your hair “We don’t have to talk about that right now. But honestly? I think of you as something else, Y/N/N.”

And that was okay. The warmth of his breath on your hair and his sweater wrapping you neatly like a gift, it was more than okay.

Spencer led you back into the bar after you had fixed your makeup. Luckily, the wind actually helped to dry your tears pretty quickly. The team was gathered around the table, blocking something from your sight. As the two of you approached, you heard Penelope say “Oh, oh oh! They’re here! Y/N’s here!”

The rest of the team turns to you and in front of you, JJ is holding out a red velvet cupcake with a candle in it. “Happy one year!” The team cheered as a chorus. Your eyes widened and your face lit up. Your shock rendered you almost speechless.

“How’d you remember? Oh my gosh, you guys!” you smiled. With everyone egging you on, you blew the candle out, causing an array of cheers and claps.

“Honestly, some of us didn’t. But you know who did remember?” Morgan commented with a wink. You turned to see Spencer scratching his neck, smiling down at you, the look making your heart swell just a lil’ bit more.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him over with you to the table, the team clearing a spot for the two of you. Conveniently, shots for everyone had already been poured out, readily awaiting your consumption. You grabbed the shot glass and raised it towards the middle of the table.

“To family,” you beamed. Maybe I was just imagining things.

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borat123 · 3 years

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Analysis Pro NH Anti NS

Naruto Manga Part 2

Part 6

Naruto comes back to the village after his Sage Training. He finds out that Pain has been looking for him and he has destroyed the village. Naruto is furious over what he has done and prepares to fight him, as he is the only one strong enough (with the help of Sage Mode). He has surpassed his previous generations, and is ready for his toughest battle yet. (I’ll wont be going over the battle as that’s not within the topic but i must say that it’s pretty frickin awesome).

As strong as he has become though, Pain is still too much for him and he is eventually defeated and pinned down by Pain. Naruto doesn’t have an answer to Pain’s question of how to achieve world peace. Naruto was losing hope, he was defeated and pinned down. He was about to give up and let Pain take him. Despair and hopelessness hits him as he didn’t have a better answer to Pain’s way of achieving peace. He had no hope of anyone going to save him, he had told them to not interfare in the battle. He was just about to be taken, but then......

Hinata jumps in attempting to save him. Naruto is in shock, he knows Pain is to much for anyone in the village to handle. Hinata declares that she wont let him lay another finger on Naruto. She had to hide behind a pole to talk to him in part 1 yet still managed to show that she understood him and bring him out of despair. But now she declares to the strongest enemy we have seen so far to not lay a finger on Naruto. She knows Pain is too strong for her, so she essentially prepares her final words to Naruto. Her statement about being selfish should NOT be taking literally, since it’s basically the most selfless act someone could do. What it really means is that she isn’t gonna run away anymore and let things remain hopeless, that during this moment she has become what she always wanted to be. Brave and strong and to never give up even if she keeps failing and things seems pointless and despairing. That’s why she’s not afraid to die, because she loves Naruto, but deeper than that, because at this moment she become what she always wanted to be.

Hinata starts her speech. Notice how Kishimoto zoomed in on Naruto’s eyes. Especially during the line ”i wanted to be with you”. Naruto’s eyes were shining and wide eyed. He treasured those words. Her speech touched him deeply, his reaction soon confirms this. Even Pain was paying attention (he knew some serious shit was going on).

Naruto is speechless. No one has ever said anything like this to him before. His whole life has been filled with nothing but hate and discrimination towards him. His whole life people have said ”dont go near him” ”you monster get away from me” ”i hate you, go die”. He was completly mesmerised even though he didn’t completly understand it. But deep down in his heart he did, and a reason why his amazement turned into complete and blind rage. Before i continue i just want to point something out here.

(Ignore the watermark lol)

Who were the ONLY ones that knew Naruto couldn’t fight Pain alone? His future MENTOR and his future WIFE. Just an interesting detail.

Hinata goes in to attack Pain. She reveals her own jutsu the Juho Soshiken. Pain uses a powerful Shinra Tensei and knocks her to the ground. Naruto witnessing all this screams out to Pain to stop just after he takes out his rod. Naruto’s despair is turning into rage. He wants to protect her so much, but he cant. He has ever since the chunnin exams during her fight with Neji. (Just an interesting detail that many people miss. The Juho Soshiken can shut down the opponents whole chakra network. This means that they cant use any ninjutsu if they get hit by hit. Pain could have just stabbed her like Madara easily did to Sakura, but he decided to use a powerful jutsu that has a drawback. This means that he felt threatened enough by her jutsu to use one of his most powerful jutsus. Pain actually felt more threatened by Hinata than Madara felt thretened by Sakura)

Pain compares Hinata’s death to how his loved ones were killed right before his eyes. His line ”Love breeds sacrifice, which breeds hatred” is actually referring to Hinata’s love for Naruto and Naruto’s love for her. Hinata’s sacrife (love) and Naruto’s hatred (love). Pain assumed that Hinata was the girl he loved and that his rage and hatred is responding to it. (He is right, he loved her subconsiously probably for years now, Pain is also a NaruHina shipper confirmed lol).

This was Naruto’s reaction to her death/stabbing.

Worst emotions he’d ever felt.

Written by Kishimoto himself. This is actually incredible when you consider what Naruto must have been through during his whole childhood.

I want to discuss something interesting here. To even achieve such a level of kyuubi rage, an incredible amount of negative emotions must be achieved which should not be underestimated. This is actually not the first time Naruto has triggered the kyuubi for Hinata (obviously not to this degree). During Neji’s mental attack on Hinata, Naruto was so enraged and angry that he was shaking and the kyuubi’s lips were displaying. He completly understood her situation as he also wanted to change himself. But seeing such a nice girl like Hinata (who at this point wanted to help him cheat to pass the test and gave him some healing ointment) being treated this way triggered a part of the kyuubi while he was trying to control his anger.

The second time was during his fight with Neji. While he was trying to summon kyuubi’s chakra he thought of Hinata (probably unknowingly) and his promise to her, and wishing for her to be watching him. My point is that Kishi had already established in part 1 that Hinata triggers very strong emotions to Naruto.

Also look at this cover for the Naruto Manga Volume 9:

Six scrolls and six tails. Was Kishimoto foreshadowing this moment? Or is it just a coincidence? Regardless really interesting stuff. Anyways that is all for now, here are the previous parts.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

#naruhina #pro naruhina #anti narusaku

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beetleboo · 3 years

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long post. one i’ve been trying to make for a while now. hell, i wrote this like... third week of may. didn’t post it until now because i didn’t know if I wanted to.

but something i want to lay out, been wanting to lay out for months. dont want to talk to anyone about it, just want to put the info out there for it to be seen.

if you re/blog this i will block you. i may put this on the relevant sideblog at some point.

because 2020 was the worst year on record for me for a number of reasons, and it’s torn me down to the lowest point i’ve been in a long time, and this is just. everything that’s gone down. not a callout post, no one gets named, but these are all the events

partially in relation to my fandom sideblog, because that’s where i had community, and where it’s all just. gone. doesnt exist anymore.

i started up a server, ages ago now. somewhere i curated to be a positive and safe space for things, and for a while, it was that.

around the end of 2019, spilling over to the start of 2020 when it picked up, i found, both on my blog and in discord spaces, in particular the server i ran, that people no longer talked to me. no one would hold a conversation with me past a few basic responses, no one replied to anything i shared, no one engaged when i tried to start discussions. so i pulled back from the main server - S1. thought it was just a lull in activity. stayed that way for weeks, months, and I just muted the server. no one ever cared about anything i had to say. was lucky if anything i posted got even a token emoji react

was in another, smaller server - S2. people i talked to damn near every day, even in voice. played games together - that became... no fun simply because everyone else was so much better/further ahead in the game. i was completely useless, so didn’t server a function in game and never really felt like anyone actively wanted me around, but i still participated in chat.

but again, no one ever responded to anything I posted beyond maybe a token react

couple people discussing something one day. I contributed with Theory A, and quite immediately got that shut down. few minutes later, they rephrased exactly what I said and happily nattered away. so whatever I said wasn’t worth it when it came out of my mouth but if they talked about it, it was all well and valid. so again, between that specific experience and no one interacting with me, nor anything I post. server muted. treatment taught me no one cared about my presence there.

gave admin rights to S1, my server, to someone I trusted. two requests only: dont delete channels and let me know if you want to invite anyone (since I kept it private)

RYE (i’m just assigning random three letter names to people to keep this straight) posted public invites several times. never asked me. one of the two things i asked. brought it up with them that it bothered me, just got vague noncomittal responses. more public invites. eventually, after having the server muted for months, i handed over full control and left. that was almost a full year ago. none of the people have talked to me in that entire year, through discord or here or anything.

except RYE who sent me a message after a couple months like ‘wow i havent heard from you in a while hope you’re doing ok’. i wasn’t. after a bit but still the same day, i said as much. that i wasn’t doing well. they never responded. and i don’t mean like, they didn’t respond that day. i mean i literally never heard from them until months later when they sent me a meme and also didn’t respond to me commenting on that meme.

and this is one side of things. all of the above was the first half of the year. this next bit happened about. march2020? I was in another server - S3. another place that was a good space at the time. was in voice chat with two other people. started talking about one thing. MIN very suddenly said something along the lines of ‘i don’t care about this i’ll come back when you’re done’

this is one of the very few things that can trigger me - i’ve had a lot of people talk down to me if I dare look excited about anything. when they came back, i asked if they could try to just. depart conversations more softly. MIN always said ‘if i do anything hurtful to you just tell me! i dont want to do that kind of thing!’

this was clearly a lie as they exploded on me, telling me they always have to walk on eggshells around me, that I ask so many things from them. before what I asked them that day, I can only recall one other thing i asked (which was not to talk about a person who was abusive towards me, and they were like ‘yea sure np’ about that, over a year prior’)

the whole thing turned into basically me having to shut down the fact that i was hurt by what they did, had to ignore that now and i had to fawn and placate them and the only thing i got out of that was that my feelings were irrelevant, only theirs.

(incidentally, I have had two other people turn on me in similar ways, accusing me of doing shifty/bad/terrible things, and not being willing to tell me what they are when I ask, only saying that ‘i should know what i did’ so that’s also now a Fun New Bit Of Trauma.)

and that entire weeklong event lead me straight to a breakdown. literal genuine breakdown i cannot convey how devastating that entire scenario was without going into far too many details.

so between all of these things happening in less than six months, with three different community spaces folding and collapsing and fading away from me, with many of the friends i thought i had just. moving on to other things and dropping me. people i talked to every day just not bothering with me anymore. they all have gone on to other stuff and no one ever went ‘hey beets wanna see what i’m up to’ or ‘wanna do this thing with me’

a handful of instances of me saying ‘yeah i’m dealing with these fears that have been reinforced lately that people aren’t safe to deal with, even thought part of me knows they’re probably irrational it feels like i have evidence to back it up’ and people immediately take it personally like i’m saying they’re not safe. despite. me outright saying. i know logically it should be irrational. but their reactions just reinforce it so it’s just a loop and tells me, again, never to bring up any of my problems with anyone.

so this all just reinforces that there’s something wrong with me. couple years back i spoke to a friend and how i was frustrated that I seemed to end up in bad spaces and they said ‘well you’re the one thing in common so its probably your fault’ and obviously they’re not my friend anymore but that has affected me so deeply. i can’t do anything without overthinking, whenever anything goes wrong i tear apart everything i’ve done and everything i’ve said or thought and i don’t know why things keep going bad. i try so hard but i’m just. not right.

so it all teaches me that there’s no point in reaching out in trying to talk to people because if i say ‘hey this hurt me’ i get ignored at best or torn down, yelled at, scolded. no point in trying to talk to new people because everyone just walks away at some point. not even a natural drift apart, i can handle that. but just very suddenly, they’re gone, off with better people doing better things.

roundabout, ties back to ‘consumption versus community’ - this is why i’ve been struggling so hard with lack of engagement on my sideblog. lucky to get a dozen notes on anything i make, unless it’s something other people can use (like mods) and even THEN it’s rare to see much activity. and that was FINE because i had people to talk to elsewhere, who would ask questions and we could back and forth and i shared my stuff and they shared those and it didnt matter if my posts only got a dozen notes because i had friends to talk to.

now i get (example) seven notes, six of which are likes and one is a reblog with no commentary. when i have something with a ton of notes, still, minimal commentary, no one talks to me. even on a mod with five hundred notes it just feels like i went ‘hey i made something :)’ and everyone picked it up and walked away with it, no one went ‘hey this is cool i want to talk to the person who made it.’

and it just feels like 95% of the time, i’m just overlooked.

and it’s worse than it’s ever been in my entire life, and I wonder, what’s the point of any of this anymore.

why bother to make the posts to share when it all just gets passed by. what’s the point in trying to reach out to new people and make friends when i get lashed out at or left behind? the social is gone out of my social media. i had community, and now it’s gone.

so this has all been going on for months and months and months and hey! suffering. and i dont expect it to get any better, don’t expect this post to fix these issues, but i’ve been trying to say something about all of this for fucking months and i think just, laying it all out is all I can do about it. i’m sure i’ve forgotten some things to touch on but as it is, all these events, all of it happening all together. new traumas, old traumas reawoken, reinforced, i’ve been torn to pieces i don’t know how to function, i can’t remember the last time i felt like even half a real person. taught that the safe, positive spaces that meant so much to me don’t actually exist and they’ll all turn on me and be torn away. nowhere is safe anymore, and trying to make it safe is just going to ruin me again.

people aren’t safe, places aren’t safe, been proven to me time and time again so i just. stay away.

no matter how much i try to fight that, it just doesnt work.

anyway tl;dr beets needs therapy probably

#beetleposts #miserytag

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lideria · 4 years

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Loverboy. | YangYang

Request: hiiii i wanna request something bc i had inspiration but i dont really write things, something with yangyang being your brother’s best friend and your family goes swimming with him along but he’s really awkward around you because he likes you? i just find that really cute 😭

Author’s Note: I really like this? And I love the love YangYang’s getting? I have another request for YangYang and wow that makes me happy? Also keep in mind I’m an only child so I tried my best based on what I’ve seen lmao

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of drinking, not proofread I’m sorry I’m really bad at it. English is my second language so if there are any errors please excuse me! I think that should be it? Let me know if there is more!

Word Count: 3.832 kinda long

Genre: Fluff, sprinkles of Crack and Angst, yet another college!au but not dominantly I’d say, friends!au, whof*ckingknowshowtheyendup!au

Hope you enjoy it loves! Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night, I’m heading off to sleep lol 💚

“YangYang, why don’t you come with us this time?”

There is a dead silence that occurs after your father speaks. The three of you had been hanging out— lounging around on the couches since the weather is too hot to do anything else— as you always do in the living room while your parents were outside grocery shopping for the coming trip, and this happened to be their greeting when they stepped into the house. Your father’s suggestion is lighthearted with a smile on his face, which is making the silence more unbearable than it has to be. “We’re just staying for the weekend. I think your parents would be okay with it, don’t you think?”

“Um, I don’t know,” YangYang answers quickly and rather awkwardly. He looks to his side when your brother nudges (more like jokingly kicks) his leg with his foot. “Just say yes man.”

You do not bother to look up from your phone at the conversation that is going on, because this conversation has been repeating itself for a couple of years now. The answer had always been no at the end— since YangYang had to work at the dance studio, in his defense. Two years ago was hectic because of all the college businesses that had to be taken care of, document work and moving in and what not, and last year had been the same because of your admission to college.

As far as you and your brother knows he does not have an excuse this time. Plus, the three of you do not have the chance to hang out as much anymore as all of your schools’ schedules fall on different times, so this could be one of the last times you get to hang out freely until next year.

You hear the subject of the question laugh slightly. “I guess my sister could use a little break from me,” It is then that you hear a shuffle, a more audible hit, and a grunt that follows from your brother’s best friend. “It’s literally three letters, you’re making things harder than they need to be.”

“It’s not like you don’t sleep over at ours anyway, what makes it different if it’s someplace else?” You ask, and the two boys turn to look at you. Lifting your finger to your temple and tapping it several times you smile at YangYang, knowing the peer pressure must get to him at this point— not to mention the very drunken sleepovers he had had in college he had told you guys about in apartments he had not known the residents of. Both your brother and you could play that card any time.

YangYang seems to recognize that. “When are we leaving, then?”

The next day, five in the morning. You put your luggages one by one into the car, having to place a couple of them in front of the backseats since the stuff you had taken for only three days had already occupied most of the space. YangYang looks surprisingly awake, more awake than you and your brother could ever look waking up at that time.

And as if it is not bad enough that you are awake at this time after barely an hour’s sleep last night (as you had procrastinated getting ready until you absolutely had to), your brother opens the back door and nods his head towards the seats. “C’mon. You’re sitting in the middle.”

“Why do you hate me so much?” The whine is one of desperation since on top of everything you also have to sit on the tightest and hardest seat. But your brother does not give into it. “I don’t hate you, we just need more leg room than you do.” Which is right, but annoying.

You are the first to sit down at your seat, your brother and YangYang following suit. The three of you sit in silence as your parents and YangYang’s speak to each other outside, laughing. You can hardly keep your eyes open but when you are about to put your earphones on and lay your head back to try and sleep, your brother decides to start speaking. He starts going on and on about his plans for the upcoming two and a half days as if he would have the time to do them all, and at one point he starts speaking of someone you know all too well.

When he does, you shoot your eyes open and turn to face him. “You’re gonna hang out with who?”

“Didn’t you hear? Was I not loud enough?” He raises his voice, which makes both you and YangYang hiss a little at his antic because it really is too early for whatever he is doing. “Fuck you, okay? I don’t care. Just don’t have your tongues down each other’s throats around me. That’s disgusting.”

“I apologized for that and it wasn’t even my fault.” He says just as your parents open the doors to their seats, prompting you to shut your mouths up. It annoyed you to all extents imaginable that he would be hanging out with his summer fling once again— not that you did not like them, but the fact that they would never commit to a full on relationship was incredibly annoying considering they do whatever they do every single summer.

He mumbles something about you being upset you are lonely as your mother starts the car and starts driving, and you elbow him in the side, eliciting a silent groan from him as YangYang chuckles at you two. You lay your head back, your neck incredibly uncomfortable— so you give up on it instantly and turn to YangYang.

“Can I lay my head on your shoulder? I’ll share my earphones with you.”

It takes him a while to respond, which is weird, but it is still too early in the morning after all. In the end, though, he gulps a little and nods saying of course. So you lay your head down on his shoulder that is arguably not any more comfortable than the headrest is but at least your head is laid at a reasonable angle. YangYang accepts the earphone you hand out to him, and places his elbow against the window, leaning his cheek against his knuckles as he starts watching the changing scenery.

You fall asleep within a few minutes.

The drive lasted only about four hours long, so when you arrived at the little baby blue cottage near the beach none of you were really awake. But that matter had to be thrown to some non-visitable place in your brain as there was much cleaning to do before any of you could even imagine walking down to the beach.

Your brother vacuums and YangYang mops the floors as you dust around and clean the windows, your parents take care of the groceries and switch the water and electricity on. Luckily the cottage is really small, barely a living room with a sofa and a love-seat pushed close to each other, a small and old TV, open-plan kitchen with little counter space, two small bedrooms— yours with a couple pull out couches— and a small bathroom with very limited space that could only fit one person at a time.

But it still holds a warm feeling to it not counting the heat outside. The kind that makes you feel all warm and lovely inside.

Even though the cottage is small, cleaning it up takes some time. It is already the afternoon by the time you are finished, which is really sad considering today is Saturday, and you would already be on your way back by Monday afternoon.

But you forget about it when YangYang walks into the bedroom the three of you would be staying in, seeing you cleaning the windows. He drops his bag on a couch before turning back at you. “I’m done with mopping.”

“That’s great.” You say, spraying more of the cleaning liquid to the glass before getting back to trying to get a stubborn stain off. “I can help you, if you’d like.”

“Ah,” The cloth drops to your leg as you huff because wow it is really hot. “I mean I think I’ll be done soon. You guys can get ready to go out I guess.”

Silence. The awkward kind, but the kind of awkward where you know he is hesitant to tell you something. Only one thing comes to your mind. “Did he—?” You cannot finish the sentence because of how damn angry the possibility makes you that your brother ditched you and his best friend from the first minute. “He said they’re only gonna greet each other and he’ll be meeting us at the beach.”

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you get back to wiping. “If he’s so in love, why wouldn’t he just ask them out I swear this happens all the fucking time—“

YangYang starts laughing as you rant, and you join him after a while, half because your response to feeling pissed off is laughing and half because his low laugh is pretty damn contagious. After your laughs subside you throw the cloth on the windowsill because to all hell with that— if your brother gets to vacuum and immediately storm out, you get to go outside without taking the stain off the window. “Let’s just get ready.”

The beach is not crowded when you walk down, most probably because it is not the season yet for most people.

The waves are ginormous but you do not really care, the sea was mostly like this rather than not. Which is why you just put down your towel without so much as a glance at its way. YangYang does the same as you, helping you with the umbrella and making sure it would not budge in the wind. “Are you really not mad at my brother?” You ask as you put the last stone at the corner of your towel to secure it in place.

“Why would I be?” He looks completely unbothered, which kind of answers your question. “I don’t know, bros before hoes and all that,” You huff. “I’d be mad at him— I am mad at him.”

“We both know he’s kind of really head over heels. Doesn’t faze me,” YangYang chuckles as you bunch up some sand in your hand. “Plus, he was the one that asked your father to come here.”

“He was?” The sheer shock that you seem to show makes him laugh, eyes tracing over your face as he leans on his hand. “You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t,” You confirm, shaking your head side to side. “Why— no offense, but why would he encourage you to come along then?”

YangYang clears his throat a little and shrugs. “Emotional support if things go wrong, I guess.”

You laugh, shaking your head again. Then it hits you. “Wait, so he’s actually gonna ask them out?”

“Yeah, I mean they’d been kind of trying the long distance thing out this year. So I don’t even know if he has to ask them out.” There is a pause before he smiles. “I’m happy for him. At least one of us gets to have the relationship they want, even if it’s hard to have it.”

Your head snaps at him at that, a wide grin on your face. “Aw, you have someone you like?”

The question seems to fluster him immediately. He gets uncomfortable, you can feel it, as he shifts in his place and sniffs. He is all smiley when he turns his gaze towards the sea. “I do. But I don’t think it’ll happen.”

“Why is that? Tell me about them,” Your words only seem to corner him further, but you frankly cannot care. Knees close to your chest, you hug them closer, placing your chin on top of your knee. He looks at you briefly before letting out an airy chuckle and turning his gaze back to where it had been. “They’re just.. amazing. Witty and playful but also grounded. Good thing is we’re close, but yet we’re so far. That’s all I can say, really.”

You want to nag him about it, but he cuts you off before you can, his head perking up. “Oh, your parents are coming.”

He gets surprised when you spring up onto your feet urging him to do the same with your hand. He gets up too, and you take your beach attire as quickly as you can which prompts an all awkward cough from him, tugging at his t-shirt before taking your own piece of clothing off your neck. “If you don’t want to be interviewed for the next several hours we have to go swimming right now.” You explain, knowing your parents would keep him as a hostage for some conversation— topic most likely being how college is, if he is doing good in his classes, if he is happy with his life, what does he want to do in the future, any hopes and dreams; the topics were endless.

The two of you only say hello to your parents before rushing to the sea, jumping in without much preparation as the waves would have hit you first if you had not done it.

The water is really cold because of the current, but you still have your fun.

YangYang and you both help your parents cook that night after taking your showers, and even as you are eating, your brother does not return. After you finish your dinner and the two of you have some coffee, you start talking about how dancing is going for YangYang, and your brother does not return.

Even when you drag YangYang outside by his wrist, walking to the square filled with stands and shops, saying “I need enough ice cream to make me regret being born.” and eat said enough amount, regret ever bracing the surface of this earth as your companion does the same, and come back— your brother does not return.

Instead, he returns after YangYang and you prepare his bed for him on the ground and change into your pajamas one by one. To be exact, he returns when the two of you are having your final glasses of water before going to sleep.

YangYang and you had agreed on doing something for when he did return, so even as you are caught by surprise as you are sipping on your water, you force it down before starting to applaud your brother. His friend beside you lets out a laugh at you before joining. Your brother looks something between surprised and confused.

“You found your way home!” You shout, making your parents laugh all the way from their room (which is not that far from the kitchen given the cottage’s size). “You’ve grown so much, you can find directions on your own without us having to pick you up.” You place your hand on your chest for dramatic measures. “I’m so proud.”

“Shut up.” Although his voice comes out annoyed, your brother has a smile on his face that makes you happy. You lean on the counter as he walks over and fills up a glass of water for himself, looking up at him curiously— and a bit mischievously. With your elbow you nudge YangYang a bit, encouraging him to ask.

He does. “So, how’d it go?”

“It went so bad that I had to take a walk that ended up lasting a few hours— it went good. We missed each other.” As always with your brother, he has to be annoying while answering the question. He leaves to get ready for bed leaving the two of you behind.

You and YangYang only look at each other in annoyance, and you make him break in laughter when you mock your brother’s it went good, we missed each other.

The three of you are out the door the moment you finish your breakfast next morning.

You gather your towels, the umbrella, the volleyball and the frisbee for your full day at beach that you must make the most of before going back home the next day.

The waves seem more acceptable today although they are nowhere near calm, but again, you do not care. You place the towels down, YangYang helps with the umbrella again, and your brother sets up the snacks you had brought along. The small cooler sits in between the towels and under the umbrella’s shadow.

The three of you all decide that playing some volleyball and ultimate frisbee before getting into the water is a smart choice, so you play around for who knows how long. Sun shining bright and strong on your heads, sand burning the bottoms of your feet, the sea breeze hitting your faces; sometimes you laugh, sometimes you scream in frustration, sometimes you scream just because you want to. All three of you have your fair share of sand in your mouths and on your face after dipping countless times for the volleyball and the frisbee. You get a couple of sand burns on your feet, and YangYang scratches the side of his hand when he falls down after catching the frisbee and landing on a random piece of log that had washed up to the shore— most likely after a forest fire that brought the content with the sea current.

But you definitely have a burnout at some point and have a swim in the sea, a swim of unnecessary splash wars considering how big the waves are. The two boys keep dunking each other’s heads into the sea, having their own fun from time to time, being silly. The mood is up there the whole time as you join their competition on who will hold their handstand for the longest time which is weird as the waves knock you all over so it really depends on how far the wave is when you start your handstand.

And it only hits you just how much time has passed when all of you go back and wrap yourselves in towels and sit down to have a few snacks along with some beer that was packed in the cooler.

“It’s so hot,” YangYang complains, and upon placing a hand on his shoulder you can indeed say he is hot. Probably too hot. The best solution you have at that moment is holding the cold beer bottle against his back. Which makes him jump in his place, and gets you laughing. “That feels so good but it’s so cold!” He basically screams, and you urge your brother to do the same as what you are doing, reaching out for the ice in the cooler.

You notice how pink or rather red his back is when you put the ice in his t-shirt in an attempt to make an ice bag out of it. “You’ve burned,” You let out with a laugh. “That’s gonna peel for sure.” And you place the makeshift bag on his back.

When you get back to the house your brother is the first to take a shower since he has a special someone he needs to see once more before he leaves for home and for another year of college.

YangYang sits on the lounge chair out on the porch with you stood behind him, putting on aloe vera burn cream on his burnt upper back. He groans sometimes but tries to hide it by laughing, and honestly you are grateful for that— because it really looks like it must be hurting a whole lot, and you do not like seeing people in pain. “You messed up big time loverboy.”

He chokes on his spit. “What?”

“What, what? You messed up because you didn’t put enough sunscreen, and you are crushing on someone— hence the loverboy.”

“Ah, yeah,” He mumbles. “True.”

Everyone is asleep.

At least everyone should be, but you are not.

Instead you are sat out on the porch, and on the lounge chair, with only a glass of water in your hands and your earphones placed on your ears as songs of all kinds play. The midnight breeze had been too inviting for you to not stay up, hearing the angry waves of the sea crash to the shore. In the distance there is a cargo ship (ships were frequent in the off-season and at nights since the beach was not much used), the only light source in sight.

The sky is already only ever so slightly turning into a brighter grey, signaling the coming of the morning. You still had half a day before having to return back to sitting at your middle seat for the four hour drive, then doing the laundry, and then slowly but surely getting back to chores and schoolwork, preparing for your return to the campus in the upcoming weeks.

But right now, you want to stay in this moment forever. This moment where everything is so silent and so peaceful without worry of school or work or anything, this moment where your parents still do not have to get back to work, this moment where your brother is still close to the person who he loves.

It feels selfish for you to even think of it, though. Because you know YangYang is not truly all that happy at this moment. He is still crushing on someone, someone who he knows he does not have much chance of being together with. And on top of that, he is doing it with a pretty bad burn on his back.

Maybe time must move on for him, then. Maybe as time moves on everything can fall in place a bit better.

But you definitely want time to stop again when someone pulls an earphone out of your ear. You jump a little in your seat, trying to make out the face in the dark before they speak. “Hey,” YangYang whispers. “You weren’t sleeping were you?”

“No,” You say as your heart beats, no signs of slowing. “You couldn’t sleep?”

He chuckles at the answer that will get repeated, and at the question that addresses the obvious. “No,” And he sits down on the seat you open up for him, the two of you sitting side to side, arms touching. “I’ve been thinking.”

“About?” He sighs, and you can tell it is shaky, but not in the sad way. You do not remember ever seeing him sad, for that matter. “About my feelings.”

“What about your feelings?” There is a huff that leaves him that is full of uncertainty, but it is less shaky than his sigh. Bravery, maybe. His eyes that are fixed on the ship turn to you, a smile on his face, and he has to take one more breath before he speaks, eyes once again trailing all over your face before landing on yours.

“I really like you. Have been for a long time. I just thought you should know.”

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #nct x reader #wayv x reader #yangyang #liu yangyang #yangyang imagines #i hope everyone enjoys it i love you guys :')))))#this literally gives me a purpose in quarantine i'm so grateful for every request #and i can only hope i give you guys what you want #but i know i could never give you what you deserve #mwah #i love yous

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honeysuckle-writings · 4 years

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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 1. I JUST REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST BECAUSE I AM A FILTHY KINNIE

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"Kokichi I said don't follow me."

"But Ran Ran please!"

Kokichi whined at the taller male in front of him. His hands were balled into fist in front of him and his face was squished into a pout. Rantaro sighed and frowned. He had told Kokichi over and over again that he wanted to go about things on his own for a little while and he certainly kept his plan a secret much to Kokichi's displeasure. One of his main reasons being he didn't want Kokichi to get hurt if something were to happen.

"But I can keep watch! Hell I could sneak into places because you're too tall! I can lock pick! You need my expertise." Kokichi stated matter of factly and m shoved his fist onto his hips.

Rantaro's green eyes locked on to the purple eyes in front of him, a soft smile replacing the frown. He could feel his chest tightening at having to keep Kokichi at a distance. He knew things like this would mess with his head and push any ounce of trust he had gained through their small amount of time together out of the window. Kokichi wouldn't get close to anyone so carelessly. The fact that Rantaro was able to dip his finger tips past the cracks in the walls Kokichi had up was both a blessing and a curse.

From day one, Kokochi seemed to latch on to Rantaro. Something about each other acted as a magnet to the other. Neither of them were quite sure what it was but they didn't find it pivotal to question. Kokichi didn't know what personal space was but Rantaro didn't mind. He would knock and come into Rantaro's room as soon as it was open the tinest bit and before Rantaro could properly invite him in.

He also noticed pretty early on that Rantaro had some information none of the others did. Kokichi hung around him and called it "keeping and eye on him" in case he was the mastermind since he was so suspicious. Rantaro knew that was not quite the truth the first time Kokichi let down a wall and fell asleep in his bed.

From then on Kokichi would make his way into Rantaro's bedroom each night. Sometimes he would leave in the middle of the night. Other times they were so caught up in laughing at each others antics that neither of them noticed when they would both doze off. Kokichi got to see the goofy side of Rantaro. Like when he would bump into something in his room and knock it over and respond with "Sorry. I've just got a fat ass." Or, "Who fucked the legend? Who fucked the legend Danny Devito?" After a random thought process. It was refreshing to know he was just as silly and could keep up with Kokichi's antics.

The two had become inseparable, but not to anyone around them. They kept their stuff private to not attract any unwanted attention or questions. It was safer for the both of them to work together in secrecy. Kokichi would still throw jokes at him across the table at breakfast or make flirty remarks but in a way that made everyone think he was completely faking it.

"I'll tell you what," Rantaro reached out and held Kokichi's shoulder gently. "If you let me go do this on my own and I get us out of here, I promise I will have you by my side when we escape. Okay? I won't just forget about you and move out when were out." He squeezed his grip only slightly to affirm his own statement.

Kokichi deadpanned and never took his eyes off of Rantaro's as he processed the words. He wanted to believe him. He really did, but something didn't seem right. "No." His voice was monotone.

"What do you mean no?" Rantaro raised an eyebrow.

Rantaro's confidence really was something to admire. Kokichi knew that Rantaro had something up those billowing sleeves of his. Something no one else here had.

"Just kidding!" Kokichi flashed a cheeky grin. "Fine. I'll let you do whatever you need to. Just please don't get yourself hurt okay? I don't wanna have to clean up your mess!" Kokichi poked Rantaro in the chest and stuck his tongue out.

A smile returned to Rantaro's face. He knew full well that Kokichi was just lying to keep his emotions about it safe.

"You need to stay out of the way and I'm serious. For your sake, just stay inside your room or something. I promise that I will be back okay?" He pulled Kokichi into a hug and held him there, an arm around his shoulders and the other hand behind Kokichi's head. It took a moment, but Kokichi finally wrapped his arms around Rantaro's waist and buried his face into his chest. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes to just be with each other, both of them uncertain of the outcome of Rantaro's plan.

Rantaro leaned down and kissed the top of Kokichi's fluffy hair before pulling back, a little reluctantly.

"I've gotta go now okay? Time is running out and I really need to this for everyone." The aura had changed back to a serious tone now and Kokichi knew that meant business.

"Okay. I love you Ran Ran." Kokichi pulled back and turned away, not wanting to watch Rantaro leave from his room.

There was no joke or lie at the end which was unusual for Kokichi.

"I love you too Kichi."

Time seemed to go by so slow as Kokichi tried to busy himself in his room. Sheets of paper surrounded him on the bed as he tried desperately to distract himself. He tried napping but no one could sleep at a time like this.

Suddenly the monitor turned on. Kokichi's heart leaped and he wondered if he would see Rantaro's face appear. Maybe he had defeated Monokuma in a cool ninja fight and had taken over the system.

The loud music that began blaring almost made him jump out of bed. He rushed over to the monitor and jumped up and down trying to even reach it, hoping there was a volume button but it was no use. He covered his ears and went for the door, reaching out for the handle but Rantaros voice from earlier stopped him. In one hour everything would be over. "Dont follow me

I promise I'll be back."

Kokichi's hand hovered over the knob, trembling slightly. His stomach churned as he struggled to decide whether he should trust him or not. He didn't realize tears had welled into his eyes until one began to drop down his cheek. The thought of dying scared him. If Rantaro failed and they all died, Kokichi would be here alone for it. His whole body shook and he let out a sob. So much for being strong through it all.

He jerked his hand back and groaned in frustration. The music surrounding him made it hard to think. As sudden as the music started, it shut off just as abruptly.

Kokichi looked up at the monitor with wide terror filled eyes. What was going to happen now? Would it be sudden or would they have to endure it slowly?

What he didn't expect was to be shaken out of his thoughts but the unwelcomed voice of Monokuma.

"A body has been discovered! Please, make your way to the library to begin investigation!"

Throwing all his previous thoughts out, Kokichi swung his door open and ran as fast as he legs would go, catching up with Iruma, Hoshi, Korekiyo, Kirumi, and Kiibo.

The sight before him once he reached the back of library made his vision begin to grow blurry. The sound of his heart strings snapping into loose strings in his chest blocked out the sounds of those around him.

There laid Rantaro, dead, in a puddle of his own blood.

No. No no no no no.

"This is a lie right?" Tears were falling down his cheeks as he spoke and his lip quivered as he tried to keep a sob in. "My dearest Rantaro is dea- I mean was killed?" His voice squeaked and he cried out.

"Oh shut up would you? It's not like you even cared." Tenko shot at him.

Kokichi immediately stopped, save for a few sniffles as he tried to collect himself. No one here would believe him anyway. They all thought he was a heartless monster and he knew it. The looks he was recieving told it all. "Nishishi! You caught me! Thank goodness this thing isn't boring anymore!" He threw his hands behind his head and grinned wide enough to make his eyes squint closed. His abdomen burned as he gulped and felt his emotions plummet to the bottom of his stomach.

It felt like a slap in the face when no one took the first blood perk. Why would someone do something like that to someone like Rantaro. He didn't even do anything wrong. Kokichi wanted to scream and lash out at everyone surrounding Monokuma when they were faced with actually having to have a trial.

While the others were fixated on arguing with Monokuma, Kokichi snuck over to Rantaro's body. One last look at the boy had actually began to rebuild his thoughts on humanity. He squatted down quietly and let his finger tips brush against Rantaro's still warm cheek on his way to his collar. He clasped his fingers around a chain and yanked it off with ease. He kept a good hold on it with his index finger as he let it droop down his forearm into his sleeve to hide it.

"Well if you'll excuse me!" He suddenly shouted. "I have to do some investigating by myself. I don't need anyone with me to figure this out. Good luck everyone!"

"Oh no you don't. You can't get out of this that easily." Kaito stormed towards him but Kaede stopped him.

"Let him go. We will catch up with him later." Kaede kept her arm out to keep him in place.

Kaito huffed and glared at Kokichi but Kokichi didn't care. He just walked slowly out of the library and made his way back to his room without taking another look behind.

As Kokichi walked, he took the necklace out of his sleeve and examined it. This was the only thing he had left of him. No one would take this away from him. He slipped the necklace up under his checkered scarf and clasped it behind his neck. It was perfectly hidden from everyone else but he would know it was there.

As soon as Kokichi walked into his dorm and shut the door, he hoped that either they were sound proof or the others were still down in the library. A scream pierced the room as Kokichi broke down.

He jumped on to the bed and began hitting his pillows as he sobbed, getting out everything he could.

"You promised! You promised!"

He repeated to himself over and over. He cried until he began gagging at how hard he was crying and how scratchy his throat was becoming. Nothing felt real anymore. Rantaro was gone and now he was alone. Kokichi wished it was him instead. What he wouldn't give to be in Rantaro's place now.

"You asshole!" His voice was giving out and he was beginning to feel nauseous.

"It should have been me." The confession came out a whisper as fatigue came over his body. Everything began to settle into a numbness as he curled up on to the bed. With the last bit of energy he could muster, he reached up and held the pendant in the palm of his hand.

Kokichi wouldn't let Rantaro's death be for nothing. It was not fair for someone with his heart to be taken out of the world like that. No matter what it took, Kokichi would make sure they got out of there. That was Rantaro's plan, his wish, and Kokichi would follow through with it. Even if it meant they all saw him in a bad light until the end. He would learn to be alone again.

#kokichi ouma #rantaro amami #oumami #danganronpa #drv3 #dannganronpa v3

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lordseochangbin · 5 years

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lordseochangbin’s jype series smut: music producer

requested: daddy kink

you shoved your face into the pillow, crashing onto the couch as you seemed to fail yet again at making a beat for the new track you were walking on. you dressed well today, a tight black skirt with a black denim skirt that hugs your waist but it didn’t change your mood nor your ability to make music.

honestly speaking you were new to the studio, starting off other producers saw your potential and decided to have you be the main producer for one of jyp’s newest girl groups.

this was an amazing job, considering you had left america to pursue a career and you felt you had zero confidence in actually making it in. but now here you were, having a mental breakdown in the studio after getting two hours of sleep trying to cram in a nice track before the deadline.

it was stressful.

you managed to keep your eyes open in front of the computer screen fiddling with some last minute adjustments before you could here one of jyp’s music directors come in.

considering he didn’t speak proper english and it had only been your second week into your korean class, it was hard to communicate back and forth.

“how is your work?” the director asked confidently.

you turned around in excitement from the english, not sure if you understood correctly due to the accent.

“i haven’t finished it yet, im so sorry. just give me another 2 hours ill get it done!!”

the director glared at you in confusion but by your expression figured what had happened.

“argh!” he exclaimed, “i can’t work with these american producers!”

your eyes started to tear up. this was the downside of being in korea, you always felt left out. of course korea is open to visitors but living here felt like an outsider in a different world and the fact that you had no time to do your korean classes didn’t help much.

as you whipped your tears you felt a tall blonde enter the room, his confidence gleaming almost as if he owned the room. “did you need my help?” he peeked in whispering to the director.

his hair was wet, his shirt damp of sweat from practicing with the rest of his group. it was bang chan, the leader of stray kids. part of the musical group 3racha, whose beats you had always admired.

the director came to chan and whispered a new words into his ear before turning back to you and waving goodbye. “take care...”

chan stood there for a few seconds, then walking about to the couch and sitting down. you turned around to view him from the front of your recording set.

“hi, my names y/n”

“haha, i know. i’ve seen you around! nice to meet you”

“you too!! wow im really sorry to interrupt you during practice i know it’s probably hard to cram in all this stuff an-“

“don’t worry about it. id love to help you” bang chan interrupted, pulling out his laptop.

you sat next to him as he pulled out some tracks, “here let me show you some 3racha tracks that i have.. just the music”

one of the tracks started playing causing your jaw to drop, “dude!! that beat is sick!” you praised.

bang chan’s eyes widened as he tried to pause the song, “wait this track-” you listened attentively, wondering why bang chan wouldnt be proud of it

“chan what’s the problem?” before chan could pause the track you heard the sounds of heavy moans added to the background, causing you to bite your lip

chan shut down the laptop, looking towards you in embarrassment.

“i..i’m sorry about that y/n”

you laughed as his cheeks turned red, “pfft, sorry? that’s exactly why girls are on their knees for you chan. you’re literally the hot shot of stray kids”

chan raised his eyebrows at your response, “you think so?”

“pfft.. don’t get too flattered. that’s everyone else’s opinion”

he placed a hand on your knee, pulling himself closer to you almost inches away from your face. “maybe i could change that”

you placed a finger under his chin, pulling him even closer. “the only thing i need help with...” you pushed him to the side before continuing, “is my music”

“oh come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hips making you fall onto his lap.

chan pulled back from hair from your face before staring lustfully into your eyes, “y/n.. i think the first thing you need to do is get rid of that stress.”

you pulled away from his lap, lying on your stomach as you buried yourself into the pillow. you were unconvinced that chan could help you with just that before he gripped his hands onto your shoulders, massaging them gently.

it was a few seconds of heaven as he rolled his palms on your back, “chan.. that feels so good..how did you-”

chan removed his hands, laughing as you turned around. “chan.. why’d you stop?”

“i dont think i can continue to help, you said i wasn’t the hot shot of stray kids” he shrugged, putting his laptop away.

you watched as he stood up, is he being for real?

“no wait chan-” you sighed, rolling your eyes. you approached him slowly, covering the door so he couldn’t leave

“you are.. the most hottest, sexiest, cutest member of stray kids” you continued sarcastically

“i think you forgot talented.” he said

“i think we can leave that out for today” you grabbed his hand, guiding him back to the couch.

“now help me.. pleaseeee” you pleaded.

“honestly speaking, i think you need to find some sort of inspiration”

“what’s yours? sex?” you spurted out

chans jaw clenched, making you stutter a bit. “l-look sorry i tend to be a little-”

“no..” chan interrupted, his voice low. “i get it. you think you’re funny right? flirty? with you skirt so close to your cunt.. i could fuck you over in seconds. i’m gonna tease you everyday until you break”

you laughed, slapping your hand onto his chest. “chan.. or chris. i know i’ve only been here for a few months and you might think of me as inexperienced in music, but i have to confess i am much more experienced in other things.”

you grabbed his hand, placing it under your skirt as he grabbed your thigh. “so if you think you’re ‘turning me on’ right now, or whatever the fuck you think you’re doing chan, try again” you smiled widely before standing up to grab your things and left the room.

perhaps you could say you took chan’s breath away. he had never met a girl as sexy as you. compared to the way you looked when he came to now, it was almost like you had a switch to you. you realized it to, how did his presence bring you such confidence?

chan kept his word. with every interaction he found some way to get his hands on you, some way to keep you distracted, some way to get you riled up. but you contained all of this distress until you got home, determined to make sure he doesn’t get what he wants.

but the dildo didn’t help.

should you give him a shot? you wondered to yourself

the question got you thinking about bang chan all night in bed until you decided to text him.

me: chan.. it’s y/n

bang chan: aw babygirl, feeling needy now?

you read the message smirking as you imagined bang chan at your door. you thought about it, maybe he was as sexy as his fans put him out as.

your reply said nothing of the sort.

me: no, i just needed up with music

bang chan: are you sure it’s just music y/n?

your legs started the grab the comforter, no longer being able to take the heat in between them

me: no.. i

me: i just cant stop thinking about you in between my legs. i want you so bad

bang chan: y/n.. now thats what i like to hear

bang chan: i swear to you one night i wont stop fucking you until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name

you gasped at the text, throwing your phone on the floor and grabbing your pillow. your cheeks flushed red at the thought of bang chan, what he was capable of. that night you went to bed thinking about him right next to you, he was even in your dreams. you had fallen in love with bang chan.

~~~

the next day around 8 am when you arrived at the jyp building you walked down the hall full of studios, interrupted by a hand that slammed you hard against the wall.

“missed me?” bang chan asked

you scoffed under your breath, “you wish” you replied before continuing the walk. once you opened the door to the studio you were off the floor and inside the arms of bang chans’.

“this outfit of yours is really nice, for whom? i wonder” you wore a white crop top with a black and red plaid skirt, along with some combat boots to complete a cute school girl look, which obviously turned him on.

“chan..chan the music” you responded, realizing the director might come soon.

“ok i finished editing the track you need to show to the director, he should be here in 30” he said, carefully putting you on the black leather couch. 30 minutes...would that be enough?

the second he sat on the couch you couldn’t hold back anymore. you trapped him against the cushion, thrashing your lips against his, rolling your hips on him, your hands exploring all over bang chan. you wanted it all.

the kiss took him by surprise, his hands picking you up from the bottom of your thighs and lifting you onto his lap.

your core felt like soaring fire at this point, and it being pressed against his cock didn’t help a single bit.

“daddy please.. i need you right now. all i can think about is you. you teased me enough please” you whimpered.

“i’m sorry.. what did you call me?”

“d-daddy. please fuck me” you panted, the feeling of member growing under you was taunting. you couldn’t stand it anymore, and bang chan loved that.

“fuck.. look at my babygirl” he said, his thumb sliding across his cheeks before he could harshly grab your chin. “y/n is so good and submissive.. and its 8 in the morning, i can only imagine how much sleep you lost last night”

he forced two digits to pass your lips, “suck”. his thumb held your face straight, his eyes dark and full of need as you grind on his hips, him jerking into you every once in awhile.

soon he dragged his fingers away from your lips, leaving them to part as he removes his t-shirt and soonly after both of your clothes and thrown onto the hard floor.

“chan.. he’s coming in 25 minutes we’re gonna get caugh-”

chan sealed your worries with a kiss, his fingers playing around your folds as he felt your bare skin against his.

it was weird, you thought, to see him bare naked under you. his member was massive as well, the thought of it inside you leaving you to drool.

chan’s member brushed against your entrance making you grip tighter on his arms. “chan” you pouted, “just fuck me already”

your actions resulting in a few spanking from chan however, “what did you call me babygirl?”

his voice made you whimper, your voice stuttering as you replied, “d-d-daddy... please i need you so bad”

chan smirked, “you’re not such a good girl anymore huh? always in need of daddy’s big cock”

“my daddy is the bestest” you replied innocently, taking chan by surprise when you get on all floors, yourself in between in legs as you lick a strip of his member.

“y/n...” he softly moaned your name, giving you motivation to suck on his dick.

his hands grabbed your hair, pushing you closer to him and fucking your mouth. chan smirked as you looked up to him, the way you made him feel, like he was the most blessed man on this planet.

“you’re so beautiful” he praised as you sucked on his tip, his hips bucking as he fucked you harder. you leaned back this time, your core throbbing on inactivity, your fingers not helping a single bit.

it was about time when you got on top of chan, sinking down on his member slowly. your teeth gnawed onto chan’s neck as you felt your walls being stretched to his size, “you’re so big daddy”

chan sped up his pace with no warning, giving you no time to adjust. your hands gripped onto his shoulders as your heard chan say, “i-i think i’m gonna cum. you sucked me off so well babygirl”

“let’s ride it off together” you said in a shaky voice. seconds later, both of you released on each other before you could hear a few knocks from the door. frantically you jumped from chan’s lap, throwing him his clothes and putting on yours.

“i’m coming!!” you replied.

“that’s what she said” chan replied with a smirk, you sending a deadly glare at him as you forced on your skirt.

“help me with this?” you asked chan, gesturing at your zipper.

“are you wearing no underwear?” your eyes glowed as you shut his mouth, running over to answer the door. you felt relieved almost, despite your job being at stake if the music wasn’t good enough. you opened the door to see the tall man with a suit on.

“how’d she do?” the director asked chan as he walked into the studio.

“y/n.. she was perfect.”

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darlinvandijk · 4 years

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It’ll be okay

Concept: request where “reader is struggling a lot with her mental health and cries a lot at night when she’s alone. Kinda based on his song “unsaid””. So trigger warning, this will involve anxiety, depression, and overall struggle with mental health. This is an extremely personal piece for me, if it’s personal to you too, just know I love you. Things get better. Sorry this took me so long, it was hard for me to write. i hope you enjoy

Another day passed, another blurry, and grey day. Today was just like the rest of my days lately, numb and pain filled. It might sound like an oxymoron, being able to feel pain while being numb, but trust me it’s possible. Everyday has been filled with emotionless conversations on my behalf, fake smiles and laughs, but no one seems to notice the endless amounts of suffering I’m going through alone. They haven’t even seemed to notice how this whole holiday break, I’ve been “busy” everyday they tried to meet up. I wish they would notice, because the lord knows I won’t ask for help. Maybe it’s better they don’t notice, I wouldn’t want to be a burden to my own friends.

Every day I wake up, feeling nothing but a heavy sense of dread weighing me down. My body just being dead weight that I carry around throughout the daily tasks that I can barely bring myself to do, majority of my day spent in and out of sleep. All I do is sleep, it’s the only way to avoid the real world, and even then I can’t always avoid it when my problems follow me into my dreams. I don’t even think I dream that much anymore, my brain not even being able to muster up the energy to do that. The little bit of energy I have is used up most nights by the sobs that silently shake my body, usually trying to be as quiet as possible to not alert my parents, or it’s used up by the more frequent than ever panic attacks. They use up more energy than I have, leaving me a shaky tear streaked mess, too terrified to even move after having one. Let’s just say these past two weeks we’ve been on break,have only lead to everything becoming worse, all I can do is stay in my room and let these words in my head tear me down. I’m broken.

I sit on the floor of my room, music softly filling the space as I lean against the wall, ignoring the tears that seem to never go away. I silently watch my phone, the endless stream of texts and group chats getting blown up, not being able to find it in me to respond to them. Not like they’d notice if I replied anyways, too enticed with the bottomless amount of party invites. I let out a choked sob, wishing I could feel the happiness they feel, envying the way they get to experience life. I don’t want to be envious and jealous of them, but when your brain is wired a certain way, making even the smallest things a struggle, it’s hard to not be a little green towards your friends. I feel all these emotions running through me, my tears just streaming down my face, yet I’ve never been more emotionally detached and numb.

I stare at my phone as it lights up with an incoming call, instantly tensing when I see the name that pops up across my screen, one of the many people I’ve distanced myself from again. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and steady my uneven breathing, hoping I can hide my pain filled state. I lift the phone shakily to my ear, “Hey rueloff, what’s up” I cheerily spit out, feeling the fake emotions drip off my words. I hear him take in a breath on the other end, before letting out a light sigh, causing me to freeze at the underlying disappointment radiating off of him. The one person I never wanted to disappoint or bother. All I can seem to do is disappoint people.

“I’ve tried to give you space the last two weeks, but I’m done letting you ignore my calls and texts. What’s going on with you?-” Ruel questions instantly, leaving no room for argument. I sit there silently, completely unsure on how to get myself out of the mess I’ve made. I start trying to pathetically defend myself, only to be interrupted, “don’t give me that bullshit, you haven’t been busy. You always tell me that everything is fine, but you don’t have anywhere to hide now, and you know that.” He snaps out. I feel my eyes get watery at the frustration he feels, even though I know he’s not mad at me, he’s just frustrated that I’m not letting him in. He’s frustrated that I’m going down the same path again, the same path I’ve been down many times before.

“I’ve just been tired lately, not in the mood to socialize and stuff, that’s all..” I mumble, my words left hanging in the air as they pierce through the heavy silence. It’s quiet for a few more seconds, just enough time for my bottom lip to wobble, tears yet again filling my eyes to the brim. I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my lips tight together, trying to cut off my emotions. I try to take in a quiet breath to even my breathing out, only for it to come in staggered, causing Ruel to instantly hold his breath. The silence was deafening.

“Why don’t you ever wanna talk about it? Can’t you see that I’m trying my hardest here, I’m trying to get through to you, but you always fucking find a way around it. Please just let me help.. please” he quietly lets out, the crack in his voice causing a sob to rack my body. Knowing I’m hurting those around me, when that’s the one thing I’m trying to avoid, is tearing me apart. I don’t want the people I love to be hurt, I’m not worthy enough for them to care that much anyways. I never wanted to hurt the people around me and I never wanted to disappoint them. I never wanted to end up like this.

I sit there silently, my phone laying on the ground next to me on speaker, listening to the sound of Ruels shaky breathing. I hear him take a deep breath, causing my quiet sobs to pause as I listen, knowing he’s about to say something. “I’m coming over. I can’t let this just hang over my head anymore.” He states, ending the call before I can even object to his plans. I sit there against my wall, numbly staring straight ahead, unable to even find the motivation to get up and try to tidy my room up. I mean fuck, I don’t even have the motivation or energy to get up and brush my hair. It’s not like there’s even a point in trying to look better and clean my room, he already knows the truth, he already knows it’d just be a facade to hide the actual state I’m in.

I get the energy to numbly shuffle across my room to change my clothes, I’ve been in them for about 4 days now, and the least I can do is make sure I’m in something clean. I slowly undress, not even realizing what I’m doing, my body just going on autopilot. I grab one of Ruels hoodies off a hanger, pulling it over my head, before shakily putting on a pair of shorts. My legs slightly wobble as I make my way to my bed to sit down, feeling weak from my lack of food lately. I’ve lightly snacked on a few things my mom has brought me over the past couple of days, but just couldn’t bring myself to fully eat anything. It wasn’t even that I didn’t want to eat, it’s just that I couldn’t bring myself to even move in order to do so. I haven’t showered. I’ve barely even brushed my teeth. I haven’t brushed my hair. I haven’t done anything. I don’t want to do anything. I can’t do anything.

I don’t even realize the time that has gone by until I hear footsteps leading up to my bedroom door, snapping my out of the thoughtless trance I was in. I’m sitting against my headboard, knees pulled into my chest, as my door is slowly pushed open. Ruel enters the room, his eyes wandering over everything, before they rest on me. He stands with his back against my now closed door, watching me with a observant gaze as he tries to read the situation. I silently stare back, not having the confidence to make the first move, especially when I’ve never been confident when it comes to talking about my mental health. Especially when it comes to talking about it with people close to me, it’s too intimate and leaves me vulnerable.

He slowly walks to the bed, slipping his shoes off, before climbing up and sitting next to me. We both stare at the wall straight ahead of us, shoulders pressed against each other. Surprisingly it’s not an awkward silence, but rather one filled with understanding, since he seems to know that this situation is a lot harder for me than I’ll ever admit. We sit in silence for who knows how long, our shoulders rising and falling together with our quiet breaths, my music softly playing in the background. As we sit there together, I feel my throat start to tighten up, the anxiety for what’s to come next finally reaching surface. I continue to look at the wall, feeling my bottom lip quiver, as tears start to fall down my face in a never ending river. A choked sob brutally makes its way out of my throat, disrupting the silence we had been sitting in, and shifting the air around us. Ruel continues to stare at the wall, but softly reaches his hand out to intertwine it with mine, putting as much reassurance into it as he can.

“Sweetheart, you need to let me in. I can’t help you if you don’t let me... what’s going on?” He whispers to me, pulling me into his chest. The tears continue to steadily stream down my face, my back pressed against his chest, and my hands clutching his arms that are wrapped around my chest. He holds me tight against him, his own eyes watering a little as he feels the sobs rip through my body, knowing there’s nothing he can really do to make this all go away. I feel my anxiety and anguish rise at his question, because I have no real answer for him. I don’t know why this is happening, I don’t know why I feel this way, and I don’t know how he can help me. All I know is that it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.

“I-I dont know. I don’t know why this is happening or why it keeps happening... I don’t want it to keep happening-“ I whimper out, hiccuping as I try to keep going. Ruel starts to slowly rock us side to side, having felt the way my body tensed up as I tried to explain my feelings. I turn my head to look at him, his eyes clearly showing distress as he takes in my shattered expression, which only break more as I keep going. “How is anyone s-supposed to help m-me when I can’t even h-hell myself. I-I want it to s-stop. I don’t want to feel like t-this anymore, it hurts. I-it never gets better. I-it just keeps hurting me... it hurts” I sob out, my cry for help clear as day. A few tears fall from Ruels eyes down his cheeks, his heart breaking as he realizes everything I’ve been going through alone, as he realizes just how much it’s truly breaking me.

“I promise you won’t feel like this forever, it feels like it right now, but it won’t always be like this. We’re gonna get you help, yeah? We’re gonna get you help, so that it stops hurting, and you’ll be able to see just how important you truly are.” He promises me, holding me as tight as he can against him. I want to believe him, I truly do, but I’ve felt like this for so long that I just don’t have hope anymore. Ruel notices my lack of reply, deciding to instantly start pleading with me, “No, you can’t give up on me. You promised me when we were little, that you would be by my side forever. You don’t break promises. We’re going to get you help and I’ll help you too. I won’t quit until that day you can fall asleep at night without crying or feeling alone, because you’re not alone. So many people care about you” He whimpers out. I grab his hand with both of mine, holding it as I clutch it to my chest, feeling all the pain I’ve been pushing away rise to the surface.

“If so many people care about me.. then why do I feel so alone. All I do is hurt everyone around me. You wouldn’t feel like this if it wasn’t for me..-“ I choke out, his hand instantly gripping both of mine as they stay clutched against me, neither of us taking notice to my playlist coming to an end. I hear him take in a breath, but cut him off before he can say anything, “I just want to feel normal. I don’t want to keep hurting and keep wondering what I could change about me to be better.. why can’t I just be good enough” I whisper. It almost echos in the now silent room, leaving a haunting feeling behind, my words holding a heavy meaning as they linger. I hear his shaky breathing and feel it against the back of my neck, his arm tightening around me.

“Don’t say that. You are good enough, you’re more than good enough. Without you I would have never experienced some of the best moments of my life, I wouldn’t be who I am without you. I’m not me without you. You’re the biggest blessing in my life.” He mutters into my ear, feeling my sobs start to subside, leaving me resting against him with his hand still gripped between mine. He presses a light kiss to the side of my head, not knowing how to fully express his feelings, especially when it comes to a topic this hard. “You’re not alone, you’ll never be alone, because you’ve got me for the rest of our lives. I promise.” He states, a tone if finality in his voice. I give him a shaky nod back, wanting more than anything to feel whole again, even if I don’t fully believe it right now.

“I just don’t want to hurt anymore.. that’s all I want.” I softly plead, hearing the desperation lacing my voice. Ruel completely pulls me into him, holding me as desperately as I’m holding him, both of us gripping for any sort of comfort. I turn to him and stare into his lightly red rimmed eyes, uttering anguish filled question, “can things ever truly get better?” I whimper out. He instantly places his hands against my cheeks, pressing his forehead against mine, giving me no option but to stare into his emerald eyes.

“Yes. Things can and will get better. All you need is a little help, because even the strongest people need help.” He confirms, watching the way my hesitant eyes regard him. I can feel his hands shaking as they keep their firm grip on my face, my own hands shaking as I hold onto his forearms. We stay in this position, foreheads against each other, and hands holding onto one another as he waits for me to reply. As he desperately pleads and prays in his head for me to pull myself out of this dread filled fog that covers my brain. It’s not that easy though.

“If things get better, why doesn’t it feel like it? Why doesn’t it feel like I’ll ever be okay again.” I barely manage to get out before my face is in the crook of his neck, and he’s holding me firmly in his arms. He presses soft kisses to the top of my head, wanting nothing more than to take away my pain, but knowing this is only the start of a long grueling process. The start of a process that’s going to have more ups and downs than anyone could possibly imagine.

“Because your brain isn’t ready to accept it yet, which is why I’m here. I’m going to be the encouraging and strong part of your brain to keep you going, until you can do it on your own. I’m going to fight for you to get better, until you can fight it on your own, with me on the side cheering you on. I’ll take you to whatever appointments and sessions you have to go to until you feel like you again.” He promises, my breath hitching with emotion as I truly take in how much he cares about me and is believes in me. Before I can reply to him, he starts talking again, “recovery isn’t an overnight process love, it’s fast for some people, but long for others. It’s going to be hard, it’s going to be stressful, but I promise you’re going to do it. You’re the strongest girl I know and I love you.” He concludes. I nod against his neck, gripping onto him as he slowly slides us down my bed, stopping once we’re fully laying down with me resting on top of him.

“It’s hard for me to truly believe everything you’re saying right now, but I promise I’ll try my hardest. I want to get better, I want to get better for me, and for all of you-” I mumble back, feeling my eyes start to droop as the exhaustion from today’s events finally kicks in. He slowly starts combing through my hair with one of his hands, the other tracing patterns into my lower back, neither actions helping in my fight to stay awake. “Thank you for not giving up on me. I love you more than anything. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I just wish I could fly through this recovery thing, because it hurts Ruel. It hurts to keep feeling this way everyday” I sleepily mutter. He softly sighs out, knowing that I’ll be okay one day, but also knowing it’s going to take awhile till I get there.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.” He whispers, his words hanging in the air as we both drift off into a well deserved night of sleep, holding each other with nothing but love in our hearts.

Everyone deserves happiness and peace, everyone deserves to live a full life, and everyone deserves to see what the world truly has in store for them. One day I’ll believe I deserve it too.

#ruelvincentvandijk #ruel van dijk #one ruel #ruel imagines #ruel imagine #ruel one shot #ruel #x reader #imagines #free time ep #one shot #ruel fanfic

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s3r-en-d1p-ity · 4 years

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Ego // Sweet Pea (part 2)

thank u for all the love on part 1, never thought that would pop off SKFGHH i suck at writing. also, me being the dumbass i am, realized that at the end of part one i switched from 3rd pov to 1st. SORRY I WAS SO SLEEP DEPRIVED SKFHFHFH which is why this part will be in first person so I dont make that mistake.

warnings: swearing

recap: Scarlett Calahan’s father died the day she turned 13. she was forced to become a serpent and move to the Northside and attend Riverdale High. she was accused for Jason’s death, and had to watch her best friend Joaquin leave town for good. jughead transfers to Southside High and meets a few familiar people. Scarlett sees sweet pea for the first time during bulldog vs serpents since 8th grade. sees him again at the wyrm and they get in an argument before he kisses her.

part 1

It felt weird. Sweet Pea’s lips on mine. His lips moved fast but passionately against mine, and he was surprisingly gentle for such a violent human being.

Before I could kiss back, he was pulling away. “God damnit, Callahan. Get lost, go find your Northsiders, or whatever. You’re confusing me.” Sweet Pea sighed, leaning against the brick wall.

I wanted to gape, and stare at him, but my ego got the best of me. “Sorry, Sweets. Am I too irresistible?” I asked, pouting and batting my eyelashes.

He flipped me the bird. I just snickered, and started to walk to my bike. “Hey, Callahan.” He called out.

I turned around, waiting to see what he had to say. “Don’t disappear on me again, please.” Sweet Pea said in a casual manner, but I could hear the emotion in his voice.

I sighed, nodding. “Of course, Sweets. Have a good night, tell Jug I said congrats.” I smiled softly, hopping on my bike and driving back to the Andrews’ residence.

“Big day, huh?” I asked Jug once he let me inside the trailer. “You nervous?”

It was the day of Jughead’s final trial. The most painful, by far. Girls didn’t have to do it, and instead did the serpent dance. Since I was so young joining the Serpents, I did not have to do it.

“You could say that.” Jug responded, rushing to get all of his stuff. “We should go outside, they’re supposed to be coming soon.” He continued.

I nodded, following him out the door, surprised when I saw Archie getting ready to knock.

“Archie,” Jug paused, not sure how to tell him that it wasn’t the right time. Archie’s eyes met me, behind Jug and he looked between both of us.

“We’ve gotta talk, Jug.” Archie sighed, looking up at him.

I pursed my lips, walking down the steps to meet Archie. “Now’s not a good time, Arch.” I told him, watching Jughead search for the Serpents anywhere near them. “You need to leave. Like... right now. Go.” I pushed his shoulders, but he didn’t budge.

I cringed when I heard Sweet Pea’s voice. “What the hell do we have here?”

Jughead walked up, while I kept Archie back. “He was just leaving, alright?” Jughead replied, walking to Sweet Pea. The other Serpents showed up behind Sweet Pea.

“Wait,” Archie shook his head and took my hands off his shoulders. “You’re friends with these thugs? You too, Scar?” He scoffed, looking between Jug and I.

I rolled my eyes, sighing. I met eyes with Sweet Pea, and noticed the black eye. Wonder how he got that. But he did look really good, like really, really, really good with that leather jacket and intimidating look on his face. His facial expression didn’t change, so mine didn’t change either. We stared at each other until Archie connected the dots.

“You’re joining the Serpents?” Archie asked in disbelief, squinting his eyes. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to smack him upside the head. What an idiot.

Sweet Pea looked away from me, and turned his head to Archie. “If he survives,” He shrugged, smirking slightly. “And go ahead, and call us thugs one more time.”

Sweet Pea walked forward, but Jug stopped him. “Jughead, these are the guys who attacked me! And Reggie, and Veronica, and Dilton! Your friends!” Archie reasoned, lying straight through his teeth.

“Look, is that why you came here? To warn him?” I scoffed, stepping up. Archie looked at me, shaking his head. His jaw clenched and he looked back over at Jug.

“No,” Archie replied shortly. “I came here to tell you to stay away from Betty. She doesn’t wanna see you anymore.”

My eyes widened, and I held back a gasp. That was never something Betty would say. Even if it was true, she would never send Archie to break the news. I watched the whole break up fiasco happen, not even noticing I was standing next to Sweet Pea the whole time, our shoulders touching.

“Tell Betty I got the message,” He spat, clenching his jaw.

Archie gulped, and nodded. “Yeah,” He replied, before walking away.

Jughead turned around, tears brimming in his eyes. “What?” He yelled. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Sweet Pea chuckled from next to me, shaking his head. “The show hasn’t even started.”

Later that night, I joined the Serpents to watch Jughead’s final trial. I decided to stay in the dark, so I didn’t have to see Fangs or Toni, or anyone else who decided to hold a grudge on me. I could see Jughead about to walk, and Sweet Pea at the front with Toni next to him.

Sweet Pea was a natural born leader. He had the personality. I did too, though. Maybe if everything didn’t happen, I’d lead everyone. I didn’t want to admit it, but he’s probably doing a better job then I ever would, just causing chaos everywhere.

It was painful, watching Jughead groan in pain every time he was pulled back and hit. When he made it to the end, standing in front of Sweet Pea, I saw the glimmer on Sweet Pea’s fist. He had brass knuckles.

He raised his fist, and in an instant it collided with Jug’s face. He fell right to the ground, and I sucked in a breath. When he got up and shook Sweet Pea’s hand, I sighed, relieved. I got up, and walked forward.

Jug saw me and hugged me. “Good job, Jug. I’m proud of you.” I told him. He smiled at me, the best he could, at least.

“What is she doing here?” I heard Toni ask. I rolled my eyes, pulling away from Jughead.

“Don’t get your panties twisted, Topaz. I’m a serpent too, I have to be here.” I snapped, crossing my arms. Toni scoffed, turning towards me completely. For such a tiny person, she had an intimidating bark. No bite, though.

“You aren’t a serpent just because you wear the jacket and have the tattoo. You see, Scarlett, Serpents are family. We stick together. A Serpent never betrays it’s own.” Toni fumed, stepping closer to me. I didn’t cower, though. “You left us, and you didn’t even give a reason. Didn’t say goodbye... nothing. You broke one of the serpent laws, so you shouldn’t even be a serpent in the first place.”

I tilted my head, consuming my anger. “Look, if I had a choice, I’d still be here. I’d still be going to Southside, I’d still live in the trailer park, I’d still be friends with you guys. But I can’t.” I mumbled, watching her shoulders fall. I looked around, seeing everyone staring at us. I caught eyes with Jughead and he nodded slightly.

“I should go. Congrats, Jug.”

Only a few days later, chaos erupted again. I was in my room, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes, I just laid here and talked to my dad. Or, tried. It made me feel better though.

Maybe I could’ve hung out with Josie right now, but she briefly mentioned a party some “Nick St. Clair” guy had threw the other night and they all got in trouble for consuming jingle jangle. Idiots, I had thought. At least Betty was smart enough not to take it. Now there was a meeting being held at Betty’s house, right next door. I wanted to go, see what would happen but Fred told me to stay behind.

I sighed, deciding to go get something from Pop’s. I threw on my jacket, only to get a call from Josie telling me Southside High was about to be raided by her mother and Sheriff Keller.

Let’s just say, Sweet Pea and Toni weren’t the only ones arrested that night.

(this is where part 3 was supposed to start, ALSO.

the last time I wrote I forgot to click save, and I had already written almost all of part 3 and had a vv detailed Southside raid and drag race, but since those are gone and this has to be done soon i dont have time to write it again 🥺🥺 so sorry

this skips to episode 2x10, where Southside comes to Riverdale High heheheheheh enjoy

I sat in the student lounge with Kevin and Betty, munching on a bag of hot Cheetos. I watched Archie and Veronica stumble in, making out. I gagged, ready to get up and leave when Principal Weatherbee came over the speaker. Over the past month, I grew closer to Veronica, Betty, and Kevin thanks to Jughead and Archie. Betty learned to like me because she knew I was close to Jug and Archie convinced Kevin and Veronica that I was nothing to worry about. I’m not sure how true that was, though. It did feel nice though to finally fit in, but I still longed for the core 5- me, Fangs, Toni, Sweet Pea, and Joaquin.

“Students of Riverdale High, this is your principal speaking. E-mails have been sent to your parents, but effective immediately, Southside High School is shut down.” Principal Weatherbee’s muffled voice said. My head shot up, and my heart rate increased.

“And its students will be transferred to other schools in the district, - including this one.” Gasps were heard all around the room, and the talking began. I could barely hear Veronica trying to calm the other students down.

When everyone quieted down, Archie sat down. “Wait.. what does that mean?” He asked, looking at everyone.

“It means Jughead’s coming back. It means the Serpents are coming.” Betty replied, seemingly in a trance.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, Betty? And what about you Scarlett?” Kevin asked, looking between the two of us.

“Of course, Jug and I are fine.” Betty brushed it off, then looked at me and repeated the same question.

I gulped and shrugged. “I wish I could be buried alive right now.” I told them, before getting up and walking off.

The possibilities ran through my brain. Could Toni and I mend our friendship? Would Sweet Pea and I talk about the kiss we’ve ignored since it happened?

The questions kept coming, and it was kind of overwhelming. All I knew is that I was scared shitless for tomorrow though, but I’d never show it. Serpents never cower.

The next day, Archie had to pull me out of bed. Literally. He threw clothes at me, and told me I had to hurry to get ready or else I wouldn't have a ride.

I threw my pillow at him, only for him to throw it back at me. I watched him leave my room and reluctantly got up, looking at the clothes. A red crop top and mom jeans, that I had made my own rips in. It would do, I guess. I threw on the clothes along with a pair of fishnets. I paired it with my Serpent jacket and my precious, scuffed up Doc Martens that I’ve worn everyday since freshman year.

I spent the remainder of my little time to put on some mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss. If I had to face Sweet Pea today, I would be facing him in style.

When we got to school, Archie made me go to the “registration desk” where Veronica was standing.

“Scarlett, please, help us out. Will you show some of them around? You know them the most, so just take up your old friends and give them a tour.” Veronica pleaded, shaking my forearms. I rolled my eyes. She didn’t understand the guilt I felt and the anger they felt at me.

“You don’t understand, Veronica. They all hate me.” I shook my head, adamant on my decision.

“Gosh, then make them not hate you! You’re charming, Scarlett. I’ll buy you Pop’s!” She smiled, trying to suck up to me. I grumbled, knowing that people always sucked up to me when they wanted me to do something. And damn me for it working every time.

“F-fine. You owe me a lot though, Lodge. I won’t be forgetting about this any time soon.” I narrowed my eyes. I was now going to bring this situation up every time she tried to ask me to do something.

Veronica only gave me a grin before turning to Archie. I sighed, walking to the lockers and leaning against them. Kill me. Kill me now.

Everything I unintentionally avoided for 3 years, was now coming back to bite me in the ass.

My questions from yesterday appeared back in my brain. How would things be with Toni? Toni took it the hardest out of all of them, I think. After all, we were best friends. She was like a sister to me.

And the kiss. Oh, the kiss. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since it happened. I wondered if Sweet Pea felt the same way. I knew we needed to talk about it eventually, but if he felt the same way, that would make the conversation so much easier.

I was beginning to understand people’s confusions about me. I was such a confident, intimidating girl when you first meet me but once you really get to know me, I worry a lot. And by people, I mean Archie and Jughead. They’ve broken down my walls, kind of, and seen how much of a wreck I could be and it “boggled their minds” how I was able to put up such a facade.

By the time I snapped out of my thoughts, I was shocked to see a crowd of black leather jackets. Veronica was speaking about her stupid registration table, but as my eyes trailed over each Serpent, I found a specific raven haired one already looking at me. Sweet Pea and I locked eyes. He didn’t look away, so neither did I. When I raised an eyebrow, a challenge, he just smirked.

My insides turned but my heart slowed a bit. At least it wasn’t that awkward with Sweet Pea. Before I could lock eyes with Toni or Fangs, Veronica was interrupted by Cheryl and Reggie stomping down the stairs. I resisted the urge to clench my fists.

“Stand down, Eva Peron,” Cheryl’s voice rang out loudly, making everyone go silent. I watched Veronica and Archie share a glance.

“Cheryl, no one invited fascist Barbie to the party.” Veronica sighed. Such a Veronica thing to say. I could thing of a million things better to say. Such as, sinking my fist into Cheryl’s face.

“Wrong Veronica, no one invited Southside Scum to our school.” Cheryl retorted, stealing a glance at me, which made me clench my fists. She crossed her arms and turned to the Serpents. “Listen up, ragamuffins. I will not allow Riverdale High’s above average GPA to suffer because of classrooms that are overcrowded with... underachievers.” I caught Josie and Kevin look at each other, speaking with their eyes. “So please, do us all a favor and find some other school to debase with your hardscrabble ways.” She added, a smile on her face.

Toni stepped up, like I expected. “Why don’t you come over here and say that to my face?”

“Happily, Queen of the Buskers!” Cheryl cheerfully replied, stepping closer. Archie left my side and stepped in between them.

“Okay... guys, everyone, can we just put aside our Northside-Southside differences apart and start over?” Archie asked. I scoffed, the attention turning to me.

“Oh how the tables have turned, Red Circle.” I rolled my eyes. I was still furious with Archie about the whole thing. How could he say that when a few weeks ago he was pulling a gun on them?

“Mm, you don’t speak for the Bulldogs, Andrews. And need I remind you, these greaser-snakes showed up at your place trying to kick your ass.” Reggie added on.

Sweet Pea shoved past everyone. “Happy to finish what we started.” He growled, only to be held back by Jughead and Fangs. He and I locked eyes once again. I was the first one to break it when Veronica spoke up.

“God, I am so over the toxic masculinity in this hallway right now.” She scolded, using her hands to express. Principal Weatherbee then showed up, dismissing everyone. Cheryl, Reggie, and their entourage were the first to leave and then the other students, besides the leather-clad people in front of us and the “welcoming” committee.

Weatherbee eyed us all before turning around and heading back to his office. “Okay! You guys will be missing most of your first period for a tour. There are several of us around, please pick who you would like to go with.” Veronica called out, grinning and clapping her hands together.

I had barely any time to process what she said before Sweet Pea was walking over to me. Followed by Fangs and Toni. “Callahan,” Sweet Pea nodded. I smirked at him, looking at the other two trailing behind him.

“Sweets,” I greeted. “Toni, Fangs.”

Before I even finished, Fangs was launching himself at me. He threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly. “I can’t believe you left me with these idiots, alone, for 3 years.” Fangs scoffed. I laughed slightly.

“Me? The idiot? I think I should be saying that to her.” Toni scoffed, looking over at me. We locked eyes, and just from the way she looked at me, I could tell she was going to warm up to me.

“Well, I’m not sure what Veronica said in her speech, I tuned her out. So welcome to the shit show we call Riverdale High.” I sighed, turning around and starting to walk down the hallway. I could hear them trailing behind me.

“Are you kidding? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. Computer lab, text books, toilets that flush. You guys have doors on your stalls, right?” Fangs ranted. I nodded and he cheered. I heard Sweet Pea’s slight chuckle as I led them to the Gymnasium.

I’m not exactly a tour guide, so I just showed them what was inside before moving on to the next important places. After that was all over, we stood in the exact same place we started out in.

“So-” I started, only for Toni to cut me off.

“Scarlett, be honest. What’s the real reason you left the Southside?” Toni blurted out, narrowing her eyes at me.

Fangs elbowed her, giving her wide eyes. She obviously wasn’t supposed to bring this up. Sweet Pea didn’t say anything, just stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and kept up my facade. “I don’t think school is the place to talk about this.” My tone made it clear I didn't want to talk, so I only asked them for their schedules.

“Cool. We all have chemistry first period, so let’s roll.”

It felt like a million years until lunch arrived. I had my first 2 periods with Sweet Pea. Chemistry and English. I was eager to escape his stare. As soon as the lunch bell rang, I was ready to sprint out of my classroom until the teacher held me back.

So, I was in there for another 10 minutes before I sped to the student lounge. I found Sweet Pea, Toni, Fangs, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, and Josie all there. Jug, Fangs, and Toni were taking up the chairs while Sweet Pea and Kevin were spaced out on the couch.

I pushed past other people to get over there. Sweet Pea was the first to notice me, and once he did, he gestured for me to sit next to him. I was pleasantly surprised, and suppressed a grin.

I dropped my bag, sitting on the arm rest. But Sweet Pea grabbed me and pulled me down to sit right next to him, practically on top of him, and I yelped. Sweets laughed, throwing an arm around the couch behind me. I felt Veronica, Josie, and Kevin’s eyes on me but decided to ignore them.

“Well, as I was saying, I’m Veronica Lodge.” Veronica smiled.

“Of the Park Avenue Lodges,” Jughead added on playfully, and him and I shared a grin.

“Toni. Topaz.” Toni shook Veronica’s hand, feeling slightly uncomfortable when Veronica complimented her name after.

Josie introduced herself and Kevin. Fangs recognized Kevin immediately, from Joaquin. The thought of Joaquin made my heart clench, but I let it go.

“You looked very entertained in English,” Sweet Pea mumbled. I only slightly heard what he said, and even though I wasn't looking at him, I could tell he was smirking. During English, I fell asleep twice. Sweet Pea woke me up once, which surprised me, and the second was by the teacher, hence the holding.

“Not my fault.” “I could argue.”

“Then do it.” I challenged, turning my head to look at him. I raised an eyebrow and he just smirked at me.

“Nahh, too lazy.” He replied, taking a bite out of his apple. I tried to fight off the grin, but it was already there. It felt good, really good, to have Sweet Pea back. It felt just a little bit like the old days.

“You guys!” Weatherbee yelled, startling me. We all looked over, and sure enough, he was looking directly at us. “Yes, you, come with me!”

We all got up, following him out to the hallway where there was a huge snake spray painted on the floor, over the school logo. And, there was a smirking Reggie. Of course.

“Which of you defaced our school seal with this... graffiti?” Weatherbee scoffed, pointing at the poorly drawn snake. His eyes switched between the 5 of us with Serpent jackets on. I rolled my eyes.

“This,” Reggie gestured to the floor. “is what they do, Principal Weatherbee. They tag their turf.” Reggie looked at me and smirked, crossing his arms. A challenge. Hm.

Weatherbee sighed. “Effective immediately. No gang behavior of any kind will be tolerated at my school. As of this moment, no more Serpent jackets.” We all yelled out protests, but his voice overpowered us. “No more Serpent jackets! All tattoos are to be covered. Possession of any gang paraphernalia whatsoever will lead to immediate suspension. Are we clear?”

My blood was boiling. I clenched my fists. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sweet Pea’s shoulders tense up.

“That’s all.” Weatherbee turned on his heel and walked away.

Everyone else walked away, but I stayed. “You know, Reginald.” I sighed, walking over to him. “I see right through you. Your little act. And for what? You’re afraid someone’s better than you, for once?” I fake pouted. He pursed his lips, crossing his arms.

“Let’s get this straight. I’m better than you. Always have been, always will be. That's why you’ve had it out for me since day 1, huh? I have everything you don’t. Looks, personality, class, courage, I could go on. You’re just a coward.” I spat. “How would everyone feel knowing you were scared shitless and just a centimeter away from losing your spot on the basketball team, huh?” I smirked.

He turned around and walked away, leaving me standing there, smirking. Then, I turned back around and walked to the student lounge.

Later on, after school, I was surprised when I found myself at the White Wyrm with Jughead, Toni, and Sweet Pea. I was sitting on the counter, playing with the straw on my drink, while Jughead sat next to me. Toni was sitting on a stool and Sweet Pea was playing an arcade game.

I didn't bother listening to Jughead’s conspiracies. I was off in my own world, blanked out.

“So, are you going to tell us?” Toni nudged me, bringing me out of my daze.

“Tell you what?” I asked, noticing Sweet Pea stop playing his game and turn around.

“Why you left.”

I gulped, squeezing my eyes shut. You knew this was going to happen. Just come out and say it. They won’t hate you, will they?

Stop being a pussy and just say it.

“Um, before I say anything, just please know, none of this was my choice.” I sighed, avoiding Sweet Pea and Toni’s eyes. I looked over at Jughead and he nodded.

“It was just after my 13th birthday party. I got home after the surprise party at the Wyrm, and my dad was dead on the floor, 3 bullets in his stomach.” I reminisced, the image still fresh in my mind. I don’t think I could ever get rid of it.

“I didn’t know what to do, except for call FP. He came over immediately, and as if he already knew this was going to happen, he went to my dad’s closet and dug out a letter, for me. He told me in the letter that he wanted me to go through the Serpent initiation, and as soon as I became an official serpent, that I had to move in with Fred Andrews and start going to Riverdale High because he was no longer in the Southside to protect me from the Ghoulies, the ones that killed him. He told me he didn't want me to have as much contact with you guys anymore, so I obeyed.” I finished, playing with my fingers.

“I thought your dad had alzheimers.” Toni called out. I shook my head.

“That’s what we told everyone, so everything wouldn’t go up in flames with the Ghoulies.” I shrugged, swallowing another lump in my throat.

“So... we were mad at you all these years for nothing?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Not for nothing. I’d be mad too if I were you guys. I just hope you forgive me.” I mumbled, still feeling pretty sheepish.

Less than a second later, Toni’s arms were around me. I hugged back, missing the feeling. It felt nice to have my best friends back. When she pulled away, she smiled at me. I looked over at Sweet Pea and he gave me a small smile.

The next day, it took a while to find an outfit to wear without my leather jacket. Since my tattoo was on my shoulder, it wasn’t that hard to find a shirt that would cover it. I chose a snake print skirt and a black crop top. Serpents can dress nice too, sometimes. Of course, I still decided to wear my boots.

When I got to school, I went to the lounge, where I knew at least a few people would be. Walking through the doors, I immediately noticed Reggie and a few other bulldogs. I rolled my eyes. Great. But further into the room, I saw Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea.

I walked over, cautiously. Fangs saw me and gave me a smile.

“We filled him in,” Toni commented. I gave her a smile and nodded, looking over at Fangs.

“Sorry, that we all assumed. Even though I wasn’t even mad at you.” He winked, making me laugh.

“Um, sorry about the whole thing with Reggie. He wasn’t like this before, I swear.” I sighed, looking at Reggie over my shoulder. He was already looking over at us with a menacing glare.

“A bulldog with a lot of bark but no bite. A lot of those around here, huh?” Sweet Pea deadpanned. I looked over at him, shrugging. “Yeah.”

“Oh my god,” Toni mumbled. Our heads snapped to her only to find her looking at the door. I turned around, seeing Jughead walking in.

It took me a few seconds, but then I realized he was wearing his jacket. And Reggie looked ready to kill. “Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Jug asked, looking over at Reggie then to us. We all watched carefully as he walked over to the vending machine calmly.

“Take it off.” Reggie said simply. Our heads snapped back to him. Jughead froze, and Reggie got up. Sweet Pea and Fangs stood too, ready to intervene.

We all walked over. “Take off that jacket, rat boy.” Reggie repeated. I grabbed Sweet Pea’s wrist, stopping him from going any further. He looked at me and I gave him a glance before looking at Jughead, who sighed. This was going to get bad, fast. But I wanted to see what Jughead was going to do first.

“Oh, Reggie.” Jug smirked. “I don’t think you know what this jacket means. Because you have no sense of honor. Or history, or loyalty.” Jughead was cut off by Reggie shoving him, and I let go of Sweet Pea’s wrist. Him and Fangs immediately ran over as a fight broke out. I took a step forward, but Toni grabbed my hand and made me stand next to her as we watched.

“He’s so hot when he’s angry.” I murmured, my eyes following Sweet Pea. I could see Toni’s smirk out of the corner of my eye.

“Sweet Pea told Fangs about the kiss. Who told me. I expected it, anyways.” Toni added. I looked over at her. “Girl, his mind has been on you since the day you left. He’s so in love with you.”

I looked back over at Sweet Pea, who had the upper hand on one of the 3 bulldogs. I decided not to say anything.

I heard Veronica’s voice before I saw her, then she was calling out to Weatherbee. I rolled my eyes.

“Here we go,” I groaned, and then we were in the principal’s office.

I was sat in between Sweet Pea and Reggie. I was sitting as close as I could to Sweets. I was afraid if I was even an inch closer to Reggie, I’d catch a disease.

“You all have a week’s detention for fighting.” Weatherbee decided. I clenched my fists, looking over at Sweet Pea who looked just as annoyed as I did. Weatherbee then walked over to Jughead, who was against the wall. “But I made myself clear to you, Mr. Jones. Take off that jacket right now, or you’re suspended.” I watched Jughead carefully. I knew he had no intentions of wavering, so I wasn't surprised when he walked out. Reggie nodded, not surprised either.

Then, Weatherbee pulled out those ugly, Riverdale uniforms. Here we go again.

part 3 will most likely start at the end of 2x10 with the club. this part was way less hype then I wanted it to be because of all the stuff I lost when I was stupid and forgot to save the draft! if I wasnt so stupid you’d be getting a detailed Southside raid where Scarlett gets arrested with sweets, fangs, and toni, and the drag race! part 3 will be better im sure of it and there will be more sweets and Scarlett

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scattered-imagination · 5 years

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:O!! I would love to hear a more detailed plot bunny about Hizashi sharing about the Bug Incident!! Shouta being protective of Hizashi (who has such a heavy "loud, goofy and happy" air to him that my brain says: this is a person that's probably got issues that they don't speak of easily) is such good stuff. And that deeply caring side of Shouta showing up is always fantastic~

;-) anything for a dedicated Listener! <3

Age-Swap BNHA AU (Erasermic)

It took an hour and a half for Hizashi to tell Shouta everything, between the memories and the mental breaks shouts made him take when it looked like the blonde would collapse. From the 10 foster homes he had gone through, to the Bug incident at his third home. He had to resist the urge to throw up at the memory. The drunken laughter filling his head...the feeling of rough hands locking his head in place, a man's fingers prying his jaw open and shoving bug after bug into his mouth. He flinched at the memory, remembering how he cried and threw up right there on the dirty kitchen floor... his sobs the only thing sounding in the now silent kitchen.

"Zashi!"

His eyes snapped opened, the kitchen disappearing and his best friend filling his vision instead. He felt tears build up in his throat, choking down a sob.

"Sorry sorry... I'm done ... see..." he tried to sound happy "silly fear...happened like...8 years ago...I just..."

"Shut up" and then he was engulfed in the arms of the other. "Dont say sorry... dammit Zashi..." Shouta choked, full of rage, helplessness, and...something the blonde couldnt pinpoint.

Hizashi just nodded, tears falling down his cheeks as he snuggled deeper into the others embrace. Shouta cuddles were hard to come by...and he was going to take advantage of this event.

While the other tried to sob in silence, Shouta held the other tight, eyes burning fiercely as he glared at the wall. What the fuck? What kind of adult would do that to a child? What kind of person would do that to Hizashi? His friend who was loud, friendly, smiling, always trying to help others, and always ready to do his best. He felt his teeth creak as he grit them...he mindlessly wondered if they might break under any more pressure.

He buried his nose into Zashi's hair, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of coconut shampoo the blonde always used. He had to stay calm, he could beat the shit out of a training dummy later. His friend needed him.

At the back of his mind, he reminded himself to tell his dad and pops about this later. That way they could fumigate the dorms, kill every bug in sight, and maybe avoid certain training simulations... Shoutas eyes clenched shut harder. No wonder the blonde hated forest training... such a high potential for bugs crawling around.

"Shou...I love cuddles but you're squishing me!" The other chuckled, sounding more like himself now, a wide grin now on his lips but wetness still clouded his eyes.

Shouta grunted in acknowledgement and loosened his grip, though not completely letting the other go. Hizashi chuckled.

"...I'm sorry for sobbing on you" the blonde said softly, sobering the mood once more

"Its fine..." he debated furthering his thoughts "Why didnt you tell me this sooner?" He said bluntly

Hizashi just gave a one shoulder shrug

"...I dunno... guess I'm just used to dealing with that stuff on my own. I'm mr. Happy go lucky you know!" He laughed, pushing his fingers into his face to make himself smile "I'm not supposed to have stupid little fears like bugs..."

If shouta could punch that foster father now...he would be sure to throw him into a building

"Idiot" he scoffed softly "a phobia isnt a stupid fear. It's something you cant control"

"But a pro hero afraid of bugs? That's so-"

"Normal" shouta cut him off before the blonde could get anymore self deprecating "everyone has a fear that they cant explain and that is normal"

They sat in silence for a while, until Hizashi gave a nod - though he still wasnt fully convinced. Shouta slowly let go of his friend, holding him by the shoulders so they stared into each others eyes.

"No more secrets okay?" The brunette huffed

"Shou-"

"I mean it Hizashi," he cut in "I can't help you" or protect you "if you dont tell me these kind of things!"

Hizashi bit his lip before nodding. "You didnt laugh at me..."

"Why would I? Wait - Who laughed at you??" He asked, hair starting to rise in preparation for an ass kicking

"Shouta no!" Hizashi said seriously, though it was filled with amusement "I'm fine I promise... I'm great now actually... thank you for listening..."

Hizashi swallowed

"You're my best friend you know that?" He murmured softly

Shouta swallowed down the words, what about more? He gave a chuff and turned away, though the smile on his face was very obvious. Hizashi laughed at his friends actions and bumped the others shoulder.

"We should probably get to training hm?" Hizashi sighed, running a hand through his hair, now noticing how dirty his training clothes were.

Shouta stiffened at the thought of bringing Hizashi back to the forest.

"I'm too tired..." he groaned, laying his head down on Hizashis lap, pinning the blonde.

"Shou! Your dad is gonna kill us!" He laughed, though some genuine worry shone in his bright green eyes.

Shouta rolled his eyes, closing them before they got lost in the others.

"Dont care, I'm tired...you're tired... the logical choice is to take a nap"

"Naps aren't the solution to everything"

"Says who? Mochi likes them"

"Using your cat for an argument? That's low shou"

"Its logical. Plus if we nap now we can do something after school..."

"...you want to do something after school? Willingly?"

"Shove it blondie."

"Theres my grumpy friend!!"

"what was that thing you were talking about in homeroom?"

"Glad to know you were listening to me" he cackled, looking up at the ceiling in thought as his hand absentmindedly ran through shoutas hair "I was talking about a lot of things this morning! The arcade is open today, and Oh! The record shop just got in some new CDs I wanted to listen to. And you wanted to go to that cat cafe right? We could do that before and-"

Hizashi filled the room with idle chatter, the sound comforting to the both of them. Shouta hummed at appropriate times and responded when Hizashi actually asked a question.

Tomorrow he would go to every person that ever interacted with Hizashi, and threaten them away from bug filled pranks or teasing, least Shouta throw them across campus with his capture weapon. His friend loved a good prank... but there was a line. Shouta wouldnt let that line be crossed. Hizashi already had to deal with enough... and he did so much for everyone around him.

He cracked an eye open to look at the blonde, smirking as he saw Hizashi continue to ramble, his free hand gesticulating in excitement. This was how he was supposed to be... happy and carefree.

And like hell would he let anyone or anything hurt his friend.

#bnha hizashi #deaf hizashi #mha hizashi #aizawa x hizashi #yamada hizashi #young aizawa #young yamada #young erasermic #bug incident #ageswap #erasermic plotbunnies #erasermic #present mic #eraserhead #headcannon

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minevee · 5 years

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Please me

Y/N has been waiting forever and a day for Adonis to come home and she doesn’t think she can take the “frustration” anymore. So as soon as Donnie comes home she doesn’t waist any time to get what she needs.

3 fucking months without Donnie. 3 fucking months! What In the actual fuck. You’re just plain old frustrated and you can’t take the build up anymore. Every time you close your eyes you can’t help but see Donnie’s head in between your legs holding you down and eating your pussy till tears fall from your eyes. Every time you sleep all you can dream about is Donnie pounding into you and leaving marks all over your body. Getting feed up with this shit you call Donnie to get some answers. Picking up your phone to call, he picks up on the 2nd ring “Hey baby girl I was just thinkin bout you” you hear him say and you can practically see the smile on his face. Not waisting any time you jump right to the point “Daddy when are you coming home I miss you and “she” misses you too” you groaned out. Adonis laughs on the other side making you roll your eyes “Baby I’ll be back at 10 tonight ok”. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall you see the time 4:15pm. Letting out a loud groan and thrashing against the bed “but I want you home NOW I don’t think you understand how fucking frustrated I am” trying to get him to do things your way you soften up your tone “daddy please come home quick and play with me” you pleaded with him. He lets out a low breath “Y/N I’d love to play with you and if it were up to me I’d be there right now in between those legs giving you the night of your life but I got stuff to handle okay I promise I won’t waste no time and I’ll be home as soon as possible, now I gotta go I’ll see you soon and I love you so much baby”. Saying your goodbyes you hang up the phone and sigh. Getting up and deciding to get a lil sum for Donnie when he gets back you go to the mall.

After you get home it’s 9:20pm and you feel the butterflies in your tummy already. Running upstairs you take a quick shower, do a quick face make to get that melanin poppin and apply Cocoa butter and get dressed.

Taking a final look at yourself in the mirror you do a spin and wink at the reflection “damn if he don’t hop on this he’s fuckin crazy” you think to yourself. As soon as you exit the bathroom you hear the front door open and close. Getting excited the sexy routine you had planned on doing for him left your mind and you ran down the stairs and stop at the bottom step,Donnie’s wearing a basic black jump suit but he looked sooo fuckin’ sexy in it. Clearing your throat firmly, his eyes fall on you taking you in from top to bottom. Looking at him in the eyes you use your finger to make a come here motion and he rushed over to you. When he got to you he immediately picked you up and pressed his lip on yours making you let out a moan. He takes you up the stairs and the whole time your lips never left his. As soon as the two of you reached your shared room he tosses you on the bed. Biting his lip and unzipping his jacket “Shit Y/N you missed me this much, maybe I should leave more often if this is what I get to come home to”. Sitting up on the bed and looking at him in the eyes you push yourself to the edge of the bed and take the waistband of his pants lightly tugging them down “Do you wanna keep talkin shit or do you want me to suck your dick” you question aggressively pulling down the pants along with his underwear. His erect member pops out and hits him in the stomach. Just the sight of him is making a pool of your need form in your panties. “You jut gonna stare at it princess” he says with a smirk. Deciding to shut his cocky ass up you take him fully in your mouth watching his head fall back as he lets out a groan. Continuing to bob your head on him and letting him hit the back of your throat “Fuck Y/N you take this dick so fuckin good” he moans out putting his hands on my head pulling a bit. Hearing him talk dirty like that sparked a fire in you and it made you want to hear more. Looking up at him you took him out your mouth and spit again taking him back in your mouth moaning against him. Donnie bucks his hips up to your mouth “fuck yeah baby get this shit sloppy for me” and “Baby girl fuck imma cum don’t fuckin stop” fell from his mouth. Pulling him out for a second to spit again “give it to me daddy” you say sucking him again. Feeling him tense up and the grip on your hair tighten “FUCKKKKKKKK baby take this dick” he moans out cumming in my mouth. He pulls me up and kisses you deeply. “Damn Ma’ you can really put it down” he says pushing you back on the bed. He drops on his knees and begins kissing the inside of your thighs making his way up to where you needed him most. As much as You love it when he goes slow like this you can’t take it right now. Lifting your head up to look at Donnie “D I know you love to tease but baby I can’t take it I need to feel you,please give it to me and don’t be gentle” you say and bite your lip. “Shiiiii ain’t gotta tell me twice now lay back and let me eat this pussy baby girl” and he ripped the panties right off of me and dipped his head and started putting pressured licks on your cunt “Ugh fuck Donnie that’s just what I needed, fuck that’s so damn good” you moaned out biting your lip and pushed his head further into you. You can feel him grin and moan against you causing you to buck your hips up making him hold you down. Grabbing one of his hands you stick two of his fingers in your mouth and sucking them making eye contact with him.

After you got his fingers nice and wet you release them from your mouth “Put them in me daddy stretch this pussy out” you say winking at him. Without bringing his head up he slides his wet fingers into your entrance “Uh fuck baby” you moan out. The feeling of his fingers pumping inside your pussy and his tongue against you brings you closer to your orgasm. Donnie picks up his pace with his fingers hitting your special spot “Fuck daddy take that pussy baby make it yours fuck I’m gonna cum, right there” you groan while you press his head into you even further grinding on his face. The sudden aggressiveness turning him on making him move his fingers and his tongue at a super sonic speed “FUCK D OH FUCK DADDY UHHHHHHH SHITTTTTT THATS IT DADDY RIGHT THERE DONT STOPPPP—-IMCOMMINIMCOMMINIMCOMMIN” you yell out pushing his head back. He pulls his fingers out and you grab his hand putting his fingers in your mouth cleaning the sweetness off of them. He climbes up with a smile on his face and your wetness is covering his mouth and chin “fuck baby that was mad sexy” and leans in pressing his lips on yours. He reaches over to try and feel around for a condom in his drawer. Pulling his arm back to your body “hit that shit raw I can’t wait daddy tear this pussy up” you said leaning up and biting his lower lip. Without a response he presses himself into you making your eyes roll back. Donnie lets out a long groan “fuckkkkk baby this shit tight as fuck” putting his forehead on yours. His thrusts are slow and hard and as good as it felt you wanted more “fuck Donnie your stroke game gettin weak or sum” you joked with him. He stopped his movements completely “Weak huh I guess I gotta pound this shit” he said and immediately threw your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you shaking the bed. The strength behind each thrust made you weak “Fuck daddy that’s it beat this pussy baby, fuck it’s all yours” you groan and run your hands down his back definitely causing marks. “Who’s stroke game weak baby huh” he says with fire in his eyes. Not being able to respond you let out a moan but he wasn’t having that “Tell me baby, tell me or you won’t cum” “Ugh your stroke game soooo fuckin good daddy I’m sorry” you moan out. He continues to thrust into you letting out moans but there was something you wanted him to do “choke me daddy” you moaned looking into his eyes. Without hesitation he brings his hand up to your throat and applies pressure “that’s it daddy just like that shit I’m gonna cum”. You can feel him getting closer since his thrusts are getting sloppy “fuck baby where you want it” he grunted. Not thinking twice “my mouth daddy I wanna taste you” and he picks up the pace pounding into you “FUCK DADDY YOURE SO FUCKIN DEEP SHIT IM COMMIN” you yelled out with your legs shaking. Next you feel him pull out and you sit up and take him into your mouth bringing him to his release “Oh yeah baby that’s it take daddy cum” he moans out cumming into your mouth. He flips down next to you breathing heavy. You turn and look at him sideways “I’m not done with you yet D” and straddle him.

He looks at you grinnin “shit baby you want some more” he says grabbing your waist. You leaned in and whispered in his ear “hit it from behind daddy” and he pushed you off of him and waisted no time pushing himself into you “god damn you so fuckin tight” he groans out thrusting into you. “H-harder D fuck my shit up” you grunted out and moved your hand down and rubbed your clit. As requested he started hitting that shit harder making you scream out. “Fuck baby I got you creamin’ all over my dick” he moans out slapping your ass. Tears started to form in your eyes from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. You whine when you feel him pull out but quickly replace your whine with a surprised moan after you feel his tongue on your clit. “Fuck daddy spit on it” You grunted through your teeth. Feeling him spit on your clit made a literal tear fall out of your eye. “How’s that feel ma’” he says thrusting back into you “ugh so fucking good daddy shit I feel you in my stomach baby fuck I’m gonna cum pound that shit D” and with a few final rough thrusts he has you cumming and screaming his name. He pulls out and cums on your back letting out grunts and slapping your ass. You turn around and kiss him biting his lip when you pull back “I want more baby give me more” so said grinding on his erection. “Damn Y/N you a lil freak huh” he questioned with a smile. You nod your head biting your lip grabbing his hand and bringing it down to your wet core “feel how wet I am for you D don’t you want me baby, just give me one more and I’ll be good” you pleaded with him bringing his fingers to your mouth and sucking the taste of you off of his fingers looking him in the eyes.

Looking into his eyes you can see the fire in them as he bites his lips looking at you hungrily. “You want me to make this pussy cream princess” he asked as he moves his hands up to your erect nipples. You slowly shake your head yes with an innocent look in your eyes. “Ride this dick then baby” and in the blink of an eye you have him in you. Bouncing up and down you feel Donnie’s eyes on your bouncing tits. You feel his hands on your waist trying to guide you “don’t guide me I can do it” you said speeding up your pace. Leaning back he places his hands behind his head and watches you chase your nut. “Shit this dick is so fucking good Donnie I can’t get enough” you moaned out speeding up your pace. “Shit Y/N slow down you wildin out” he says trying to slow you down. Pinning his hands down you continued at the pace you were goin “fuck Y/N look at you creamin all over this dick fuckkkkkk” he groans out. Biting your lip to hold back your moans and closing your eyes enjoying the sheer pleasure, you felt your body get flipped over with your legs thrown over his shoulders with Donnie pounding into you “FUCK DONNI FUCK FUCK” you screamed out feeling his cock hit your special spot with each thrust. With one more thrust he brings you to the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Even though you’re laying there shaking he’s still pounding into you ruthlessly bringing you to another climax “HOLY SHIT DONNIE I CANT TAKE ANYMORE” you screamed out trying to back away from him. He roughly pulls you back and continues pounding into you “nah you was talkin all that shit and beginning for more now you’re gonna get more ight” he grunts out pushing his nails into your thighs “now are you gonna let daddy paint those pretty walls white” he asks still pounding into you making yet another climax build up “Ugh I want it daddy cum in this pussy paint these walls daddy” you moaned out. Out of nowhere he starts hitting your shit with so much force “FUCK RIGHT THERE DONNIE OH SHIT IM COMMING” you said releasing all over his cock making his own orgasm crash into him and he releases into you “Shit look at all this fuckin cream princess” he says pulling out of you and running his finger up your folds collecting some and pushing his finger past your lips “how’s that taste baby girl” he askes looking into your eyes as his finger disappears in your mouth. Moaning around him as he pulls his finger out “sweet like hunny” you say pulling him down to kiss him. He chuckles as he pulls back getting off the bed “where you goin Adonis” you ask propping yourself up to stare at him “getting you a towel to clean you up” he says from the bathroom and coming back with a wet towel and wiping you down. A smile comes on your face and he noticed this “what you grinnin for huh” he asks “because I love you” you said blowing him a kiss. He smiles and leans in giving you a real kiss “I love you too baby”. Turning over in bed to face Adonis as he lays next to you and you see his eyes start to drop tapping on his shoulder you lean into him to whisper in his ear “drink some Gatorade baby I still want some more” and kiss him on the lips. “Damn baby you a whole freak” he says grinnin “I fuckin love it and I love you” as he leans into you to kiss your lips. Pushing him back and laughing “you so fuckin corny nigga now get yo Gatorade and come back and eat this pussy from the back” you said “unless you tappin out” you tease. He stares into your eyes with a smirk “oh I don’t ever tap out ma’ in fact fuck the Gatorade imma drink up this pussy, now arch that shit how I want it and let me get in there” he says smacking your ass “yes sir” you grin preparing yourself for another fun filled hour.

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ANSWER ALL THEM YOU BITCH👩‍💻🤪

Ooh she's getting fiesty 😈😂 here you are, love ❤

1. What is your preferred place to write?

Laptop/computer, but since I dont have either anymore, my phone is my go to

2. When did you start writing?

I think it was 8th grade offically; my english teacher got me into reading and writing so that was the 2013/2014 school year I think

3. Favourite thing to write?

Idk, I like writing gay smut if that counts for something 🤷‍♀️

4. Fluff or angst?

I'm good at writing fluff but I love reading angsty stuff

6. Where do you usually find inspiration?

Ideas come to me in dreams, otherwise if I'm watching a movie/TV, listening to music, or just seeing something during the day will spark something.

7. Do you listen to music to help you write?

Yes! I would get soooo distracted if I didn't; that way I dont hear anything outside my head and I can focus on my writing (I'm listening to music now as I'm answering these too actually 😂)

8. What's the biggest "challenge" for you as a writer?

Finding time to write at all; I've got so many ideas bopping around in my head but life gets in the way 😭😭

9. Where do you usually go to write?

My room usually; it gives me privacy and a lot less distractions than my living room or outside the house.

10. Can you give us a sneak peek at your current WIP?

Yes!! I love this scene so much so you get to read it again;

My phone buzzed in my hands and I look down to see Sofia's face smiling at me. I pause my music and pull my earbuds out.

"The Kid's calling," I say aloud before answering. "Hey, Fi!"

"Hey yourself, is Steve available? I've got history questions that I need help with and he's not answering his phone."

I roll my eyes but put the phone on speaker. "Steve, Fi needs help with her homework."

"What's up, kiddo?" Steve asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Stupid history homework; about the Commandos and I thought, 'what better way to finish this then get it straight from the source, old man," Sofia says. Sam lets out a small laugh and Bucky shifts awkwardly beside me.

"Alright, shoot," Steve says with a shake of his head.

"Original 7 members? I only know 3 of them off hand," Sofia starts.

"Easy, Me, Buck, Dum Dum, Morita, Jones, Monty, and Frenchy," Steve says casually. There's a pause before Sofia's sigh echoes through the car.

"I don't think my teacher would appreciate it if I put their names in as if we were best friends," Sofia says offhandedly.

Steve cleats his throat awkwardly. "Right. Uh, Steve Rogers, James Barnes, Timothy Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabriel Jones, James Montgomery Falsworth, and Jacques Dernier," Steve reiterates after Sofia's let's out little "uh huhs."

"Why were the Howling Commandos formed?" Sofia asks next.

"To eliminate and wipe HYDRA bases off the map; although it seems we weren't very successful," Steve says with a frown and I see his eyes flash towards the rear view mirror, to look at Bucky, I'm assuming.

"Who did the Commandos capture during a raid in the Alps?"

"Arnim Zola."

There was a pause and I couldn't help but look over at Bucky who almost looked startled that he had spoken.

"Who was that?" Sofia asks a moment later.

"Oh, uh, Sofia, that was Bucky," I say, my voice cracking at his name. Sofia stays quiet. I check my phone and see the phone was still connected.

"Bucky?" Sofia asks, sounding doubtful. "As in Stevie's Bucky?"

I feel Bucky almost stiffen in surprise next to me. "Yeah, that would be him," I confirm.

Sofia stays quiet for a few beats again before clearing her throat. "Right, well when do you think you guys are gonna be home? I hate all of this cooking I've gotta do now that you guys are gone, not that either of you were chef's," Sofia complains.

"I'm not sure, kiddo," Steve chirps from in front of me. I lean my elbows onto the front seat and rest my head near his shoulder. "We've got something really important to take care of."

"Okay, well stay safe, and don't do anything stupid; Sam, keep them in line," Sofia says with a laugh.

"Will do, Half Pint," Sam promises.

"Well, I'll talk to you guys later. And it was nice to meet you Bucky," she says.

Bucky doesn't respond, but the rest of us say goodbye before I hang up.

"Thanks, Steve," I say, clapping my hands over Steve's shoulders.

"Anytime; I don't mind helping the kid out," Steve says.

I ruffle Steve's hair before leaning back and laughing. Bucky was looking between Steve and I with confusion written all over his face.

"So the kid?" Bucky asks, his eyes resting on Steve for a moment before looking at me.

"Yeah, she's great," Steve says excitedly and flashes Bucky a smile.

"She's my sister," I say and look down to see Sofia had texted me.

I forgot to ask while on the phone but could you ask Steve if I can look through some of his stuff that the museum let him have back?

"Hey Steve, can she look through the stuff the Smithsonian gave back to you? She didn't say what for though," I ask.

"Yeah, no problem, tell her I've got stuff in the chest at the end of the bed."

"Cool cool, thanks," I say and pass the information onto Sofia.

"Not a problem," Steve says as he takes the off ramp and turns left. "Sharon's just up here," he points out a black car that was pulled over under the bridge.

Steve pulls over and ducks out of the car and greets Sharon with a smile.

Bucky sits up and looks out the front window, eyes flickering across the background, scanning the surrounding area. Bucky's knees hit the back of Sam's seat and he glares at the back of Sam's head.

"Can you move your seat up?" He asks for probably the 100th time this trip, sounding bored.

"No," Sam replies once again.

I roll my eyes and squish myself against the window. "Scoot over here more," I offer, pointing towards the leg room that I've got behind Steve's seat.

"Thanks," Bucky mumbles and scoots over so his arm is pressed against mine. It was quiet while we watched Steve and Sharon talk as she popped her trunk. "So," Bucky starts quietly, trying to exclude Sam from the conversation. "How long have you and Steve been together?"

Sam, of course, hears and snorts out a laugh, having to hold onto the door for support.

I felt my face flush and I reach over the seat to smack Sam across the side of his head. "Shut up, bird brain. Steve and I aren't together though," I say, turning to look at Bucky who looked embarrassed.

"Sorry, I just assumed…" Bucky apologizes.

"Nah, it's okay, everyone apparently thinks the same thing," I say with a shrug. "Steve's like a brother to me. Plus right now he's not swinging this way."

Bucky's eyebrows shoot up as he looks at me with wide eyes. "So like, he's..?"

"Gay? Yeah, basically. He still likes women, but he's actually with my brother, Graham," I say, pulling up a picture of Graham, Steve, Sofia, and I on my phone. Tony insisted on us having more family pictures even though we were the least conventional family on the planet.

"So being… a homosexual," Bucky says, almost sounding like the term was weird coming off his tongue. "That's openly okay now? I don't mind, but the 30s really pressed people down, so I didn't think Steve… at least I think, from what I remember," Bucky trails off and looks out to see Steve giving Sharon a hug before grabbing the gear from the trunk.

"He was hard on himself at first," I say, remembering how weird Steve would act whenever Graham would say something to try and test the waters. "I think knowing and befriending Graham really helped him a lot, seeing that it's not a mental illness, that you wouldn't be imprisoned or institutionalized for it."

Bucky still looks at Steve, but there was a small smile crooked at the corner of his mouth and his eyes seemed fond.

"I'm happy for him," is all Bucky says in reply.

"So am I," I say, patting Bucky's forearm with my hand. "So am I."

11. How many stories have you written so far?

Well I've only ever completed 1, (excluding oneshots) but I've got... at leave 7 going, a few that I've discontinued, and a shit ton of ideas that haven't been written yet 😂

12. What's your favourite thing that you ever wrote?

Well I'm honestly so proud of my Beauty and the Beast Lashton fanfic that I wrote and the only one I've ever finished. But I'm also sooo proud of 2 WIPs that I'm writing with the lovely asker

13. How many chapters does your longest series have?

I dont have any series yet, but my longest fic has like 200,000 words and no distinctive chapters yet (writing specific scenes then gluing them together)

14. What's your favourite character/person to write for?

I only really write Lashton or Stucky but I'm my cowritten books I have an OC be with Ashton Irwin and Bucky Barnes because DAMN they are kweens

15. "OCs" or "Reader" inserts?

I personally like writing OCs but I've been getting into readers lately

16. Can you tell us anything about your current WIP?

I suppose, but asker already knows since she's helping me write it 😂 it's a Marvel fic about these two girls and their brother who lose their parents in the Battle of New York in 2012. Brother is working for Stark Industries already when Steve asks my OC to join the Avengers but my OC and her brother keep that a secret from their younger sister (my friends OC). That's enough for now tho 😘

17. How long was the longest fic you ever wrote?

Question 13 kinda answered this question but its 200,000ish and growing

18. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and 5sos mainly, but I used to do Supernatural back in like 2015/2016. I also dabble in Shadowhunter stuff too

19. What is/are your favourite fandom author/authors?

Well the asker is such an amazing writer I love her work, um, @Larry_Lashton on Wattpad is good, @moonstruckbucky and @sunmoonandbucky are phenomenal

20. Have you ever written an AU?

That's basically all I write; I've only got one original piece and not many are real to whatever reality.

21. What is your favourite AU trope?

I have a weakness for Professor Seb/Bucky and I love stucky (and StuckyxReaders) so if you know of any hmu 😉

22. A fanfiction trope you can't help but love?

ENEMIES TO LOVERS FUCK

23. For how long have you been a fandom writer?

Shortly after I started writing, so like 2015?

24. Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it?

Absolutely! I usually loosely plot out the whole thing and try and hit the main points but by like... 1/4 or 1/2 way through depending on how long it is I'm like fuck I totally forgot I was going to add that (and by then it wouldn't make sense to add it in)

25. What do you do to motivate yourself to write?

Listen to music, but I also read what I've got to help myself get back into the flow of the story.

26. How did you find out you like to write?

Like I said it was 8th grade and my english teacher showed me this new side of reading that I didnt know about and then I was like fuck I can do this too!

27. Are there any writers (fanfiction writers or not) that have inspired you to start writing?

Well I used to only read the Twilight series, but then I read Cassandra Clare's books, and the it sorta branched out from there, so Stephanie Meyer and Cassandra Clare are who you should thank for that 😂

28. What's your favourite fandom to write for?

Does Stucky count as it's own fandom? Because that ship sails itself man #ExceptEndgame #FuckingSucked

29. Describe your style in three words.

Um... smutty... gay.... fluffy?

30. What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written?

Well I've got one on Wattpad with almost 20k but it's a continuation of a story that has like 300k, otherwise most of my other ones on there have 4k actually.

31. Blurbs or drabbles?

Both are great, dudes 🤷‍♀️

32. Have you ever written smut?

33. How long does it usually take you to write?

Used to be I could get like 20 chapters (decently long ones too) in about 8 months but now I'm not really posting anything and I'm slowly working on a current WIP

34. What's your favourite font to use when writing?

Ariel, size 11, 1.15 line spacing. Veranda is a nice font too though

35. What do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics?

I like long ones man; but I either write forever long ones or oneshots 😂

36. How do you keep yourself inspired? Seeing new things, listening to new music. Sleeping?

37. Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted it anyway?

I don't think so. I mean I've posted stuff that I wasn't excited about, but I don't think I've ever hated anything I've written

38. What's your "strong suit" as a writer?

My OCD with punctuation and formatting?

39. What's your favourite trope?

Friends who are oblivious to the other persons feelings so they dont ever make a move until they're drunk 🤷‍♀️ *40s Stucky bonus*

40. How many likes does your fics usually get?

300 for 4k reads on Wattpad

41. Have you ever used a prompt?

Absolutely! Sometimes you just need a little help and there ain't nothing wrong with that!

42. What is your weakness as a writer?

I am obsessed with the small details that nobody cares about (especially height comparisons) but I think that comes from my artistical side.

43. Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you wrote?

Oh absolutely, all the fucking time!

44. Have you ever done a collab with another writer?

Yes! Only 1 other writer who is also the asker 😘😘

45. One thing you love about fanfiction?

I think it's an amazing thing to write because people already have deep connections with the characters so you dont have to waste the first part telling their story (unless it's an AU, but even then it's totally okay to just jump right into it!)

46. What's your favourite emotion to cause your readers?

I definitely enjoy leaving them on the edge of their seats, but I also love writing fluffy scenes that make peoples hearts flutter

47. What's your favourite thing about writing?

The creativity and ability to create a reality! There's endless possibilities and that's so fascinating and amazing to me

48. Do you post your writing on other platforms? I only post on Wattpad, but I have thought about posting things on tumblr too! Thoughts?

49. What app/apps do you use to write?

Either google docs or just in Wattpad itself

50. One thing you don't like about fanfiction?

Some people get the characters totally wrong personality wise and that sorta bugs me when reading because I get confused

51. Least favourite trope?

Coffee shop AUs are a little boring unless somebody brings something new to the table (like one of them is a vampire or witch or single parent instead of just like OH this barista/customer is cute). But if I come across a coffee shop AU I'm not going to NOT read it, you know?

52. Favourite words to use when writing?

No? I mean I know everyone's writing is different and unique to the person but I don't think I have any favourites.

53. Least favourite words?

When writing straight smut I get uncomfortable with certain words people use to describe the female anatomy other then that no 🤷‍♀️

54. Do you usually like what you write?

Yeah! And if I don't, I'll change it until I like it before posting it 😂

thank you @scaryaryanna for the lovely ask and thank you to anybody who stuck around to read everything ❤❤❤❤❤

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the-fiction-witch · 6 years

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Last Virginity

TV SHOW: GODLESS COUPLE: WHITEY WINN X READER RATING: SMUT REQUESTED:

Umma be honest, I want it continued because they never did anything about the question he asked about her OTHER VIRGINITY and I just wanna read that... I need help... But it's really good story I just want it to go a little further :)

EP 1: LAST NIGHT EP 2: LAST DEBTS EP 3: LAST DOLLAR AND EIGHTY-EIGHT CENTS EP 4: LAST NAME EP 5: LAST LOVER

Y/N POV:

“Whitey?” I giggle from the bed my naked body wrapped up in the bedsheet

“Yes, darlin’?” he smirks leaning on the wall his eyes checking me out over and over

“Can you come back to bed whitey? I miss you !” I complain

“Aww, I wish I could but I gotta to go to work,” He tells me kneeling at the bed and kissing my head tucking the covers up around me a little more “I promise as soon as I get home I will make you feel just as good as I did last night” he smiles fixing my hair out of my face

“okay” I sigh

“Don't worry, I won't be long,” he told me kissing my head before he got up getting his guns on

“Bye bye whitey” I giggle

“see ya later Darlin’,“ he told me going to the door

“I Loooove yoooou!” I giggle

“I love ya Too y/n!” He told me from the door before he shut it going off to work so I sighed getting dressed fixing up the house after our very very active wedding night last night, stuff was all over the place from us being lost in our pleasure filled time together well it wasn't really a night I’m not even sure what day it even if anymore My mind used to just sleeping when we passed out from pure exhaustion ...

“Ohh god!” He moans collapsing in his side of our bed I tucked the sheet up close to us protecting our sweat body’s from the cold air whistling through a couple gaps in the window and door “I’m never gonna get sick of doing that to you” he laughs wrapping his arm around me so I smiled moving close I him wrapping my arm around his chest

“Really? even after ten years of doing it? you won't get sick enough to go sleeping with whore girls down the pub?” I ask him

“Course not, I love ya, and only you darlin’” He smiles kissing my head “Come on.. want me to prove it?” he smirks pulling me closer I giggled kissing him deeply as he pulled us close together till I pulled back

“Later whitey, I need sleep, You keep taking all my energy away” I giggle

“Well alright, later, you sleep my sweet,” he tells me so I kiss him and he kissed me back as we cuddled up close and went to sleep on each other...

I think it’s a Monday? maybe? I have no idea? I will ask whitey when he gets home from work I continued tied up putting bed sheets and clothes away in a basket to wash in a bit all ruined from stains and rips ...

“Come here!” Whitey smirked as I ran from his arms “Ohh no you don't you dirty little thing” He smirked chasing after me running around our house for about five minutes giggling the whole time he kept trying to grab my dress but I just ran faster letting it rip away from him “GOTTCHA!” he yells as he grabbed me tightly

“NO!” I complain

“Ohh come on you promised! you married me you promised you would love me!” He complains as he cuddled me

“Yeah, I love you! not that I will keep working till you’re hormones are satisfied” I laugh

“But you promised” he complains

“Ohh fine” I sigh kissing his soft sweet lips and he smiled int our kiss kissing me back lifting me up by my waist and carrying me to our bed laying me down and kissing me deeper I moaned into his harsh kisses as he grinded his half hard cock against me “Whitey cut it out!” I tell him

“NO!” He groans ripping off my dress of my body “I want to fuck my wife...so bend over before I give my Naughty little wifey a spanking so hard she won't feel her arse for a week!” He orders so I giggle moving onto my stomach happily bending over down our bed “That's better” He smirked...

I laughed as I sorted the dishes doing the washing up of the huge pile of dishes that had begun to mount up even if we where hardly really eating anything but each other...

“UHHH! Whitey baby!” I moan as whitey bit down hard on my neck his fingers working like fast and hard inside me finger fucking me with such precision knowing all my little spots all the little nerves that make my body melt for him his two fingers going so rough on me yet his thumb going so delicate on my clit rubbing all the little sweet spots he knows so well now his eyes glanced to me as his teeth gripped harder on my neck as he sucked leaving a dark red and purple mark there making me as his own or so he liked to say his harsh look of lust in his brown eyes staring at me as he detached from my neck “What are you doing?” I ask him between breaths

“I want to taste you darlin’“ he smirks kissing down my chest his wet soft tongue touching every inch of me tasting every drop of the wetness he had caused from fingering me for so long his long sensual kissed continued for what felt like an eternity till I gently pulled his chin back to kiss my lips “what is it?” he asks I didn't need to respond I just flipped us over onto the other side of our bed

“My turn to taste” I smirk kissing his lip softly before moving to expose all of him to me...

I expelled these thoughts from my mind trying to recall when last I even left this place, yet I didn't feel like I wanted to leave, I think the last time was our wedding in the half-finished church, Ohh, no! the last time I left was after that, after our wedding we ran home to have our own privet time together our first time together as husband and wife doing all the sthings we promsied we would when we would jokeingly or sexualy refer to each other as husband and wife, funny how we had kinda been planning that since we first met, what we would do to each othe when we where together, but after we had done all that we went off for a drink at the saloon many people bought drinks and things to celebrate me and whitey getting married even if it didnt last too long, after a few drinks and things whitey waned to take me home again and I’ve been here ever since, I do wonder how long it will take for whitey’s hormones to at last balance out at least to the extept he can see me in a towel and not fuck me scenceless, just even out a bit, not that I dont enjoy it of course I do, maybe he will be like this forever, if so we will need a different house, I love this little place me and whitey’s little love nest but we will be needing somewhere where we can shut a bedroom door becuase if he keeps up it won't be long before he knocks me up if we keep going on like this he does try his best not to cum inside me as to not risk knocking me up just yet but... sometimes he cant help it when he loses it a bit to early or just forgets in the heat of the moment as he does like riding out his orgasm inside me, once I got done with the cleaning I took the laundry out side starting to clean the clothes and bedding in the sun I got to one making me giggle the now familair stain making me blush...

“Whitey?” I ask as I laid in bed

“yes darlin’,“ He asks

“Have you ever noticed...we have never actually done it the, like the normal way?” I ask

“What do you mean the normal way?” he asks

“Like you on top of me with me just like laid on my back”, I explain

“Ohh? no... we haven't... odd” he shrugs “why did you want to?” He asks

“maybe” I shrug

“I thought you liked getting pounded from behind my sexy girl” He smirks

“and I thought you liked be riding your cock” I giggle

“I do... but we might as well...so we have done it every way” He smirks getting on top of me “How is this the normal way is more complicated” he complains before managing to slip inside me he went in as deep as he could go his hands either side of my waist on the bed to keep himself up I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him close to me the soft skin of his chest against mine as he slowly began thrusting inside me as I wrapped my legs around him tightly and I pulled his face closer kissing him softly “Ummm I love you so much” He groaned as he slowly thrusts

“I love you too” I moan ...

I laughed washing the linen from the spills of our little session trying my best to clean it properly even if I was sure it would never completely come clean it will be a sexy reminder as soon as I finished cleaning the clothes and making the bed again with all nice clean sheets as I heard the front door open

“Hello, Darlin’“ I heard as whitey came in shutting the door behind him

“hello whitey, have a good day?” I ask

“ehh very boring, no sexy little girls in the cells” He smirks

“There better not be” I giggle as he comes and cuddles me tightly

“There won't be I promise darlin’ I love you, you have no need to worry, you're my wife I won't ever be fooling around with anyone else” He smirks kissing me “On the bed NOW!” he smirks

“why whitey?” I ask

“because I’ve missed you all day, I’ve had nothing to do all day but sit and think about you so come on laid down” He smirks so I giggle laying on my stomach as he sat on the bed with me undoing his pants “Darlin’ I had a thought... we have done it every way possible, done everything we can, and since you took my virginity from me on our first night together... isn't it about time I took a virginity from you” he smirks

“But I only have one?” I giggle

“I know... I want it darlin’“ he smirks pulling me tightly against him pulling my dress up exposing everything to him he pushed his fingers inside me hard “Ohh you’re so wet” he smirks getting all the wetness and rubbing his long hard cock “you’re gonna be so tight” he smirks slowly pushing inside my arse I grabbed the bed sheet hard and bit my pillow as he slowly pushed inside it hurt a little but I tried my best to relax “Uhhhhh! My god! y/n my darlin’ your so tight...and sexy, UHHH DARLING!” he groaned slowly thrusting grabbing my hips hard “Ohh my god darlin’! it feels so good! I love you!” he moaned getting close to his release “Darlin’ you’re so sexy, you feel so good, you’re such a good wife to me darlin’ I’m so happy I married you” He smirks “UHH Y/N!” he moans pulling out his seed spraying on my back “Umm good girl, You’re amazing, so you took my virginity and Now I have one of yours” he smiles kissing me

“Hehehe Whitey” I giggle laying on the bed and giving him a kiss

“I love you so much” he smirks

“I love you too” I giggle kissing him deeply “Can I have a little rest now?” I ask

“of course, get some rest we can fool around a bit more if you want too,” he tells me

“Okay later, after I rest, and we have dinner” I smile kissing him more and pulling him to cuddle me tightly...

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clown-bait · 6 years

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH29

PARTY TIME. The former monsters crash a party but it turns out that everyone’s human forms are a bunch of embarrassed nerds. Chucky suggests a hostile takeover and Pinhead yells at them for showing up uninvited. (Turns out a lot of people don’t like Freddy and his friends in this town) Meanwhile Robert Gray accidentally gets LIT and Leech shows off her bartending skills. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!

I’m going to start including a song to go with some of these chapters so feel free to check back to previous ones and possibly stay tuned for a playlist!

The song for this one is Dead Man’s Party by Oingo Boingo

CH29

Its a Dead Mans Party

When they arrived to the night club the gang expected a party. What they got was a bunch of ashamed former monsters shuffling awkwardly around. Once intimidating living nightmares were now average everyday outcasts too scared to leave the wall incase someone might recognize who they really were.

“This is the most depressing scene I’ve ever witnessed.” Freddy frowned looking out at the club.

“How are we going to find a Halloween god when the very creatures who make the holiday scary are sulking in the corner because they suddenly have weird teeth and zits again?” Leech groaned.

Chucky took a step forward and cracked his knuckles.“Ahem while I dont want to participate in your shenanigans, I refuse to attend something so dead. So Fangs, Krueger I think we need to do a little CPR.”

“Are you suggesting a hostile take over?”

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“Wait wont you get caught? They weren’t invited!” Tiffany hissed at her husband

“They’ll be begging us to stay when we’re finished here sweet cheeks.”

“This isnt the first CPR we’ve preformed. Nothing to worry about we got a party master among us.” Leech grinned and gestured to Freddy “Krueger! Work your magic.”

“With pleasure Fangs.”

“And none of this Monster Mash bullshit guys! Give us something we can work with!”

Freddy smirked pulling out a pair of sunglasses and opened his arms as he walked down the stairs like some sort of messiah of debachery. Chucky grabbed his wife by the arm and followed after him while Leech tapped her mate on the cheek and made her way to the bar. The players took the field with confidence, Chucky and Leech kicking out the sulking DJ and bartender taking their place and signaling to the former dream demon they were ready.

Freddy caught the microphone tossed to him from the DJ booth and tapped it “You assholes call this a party? Seems like not inviting old Freddy was the wrong idea. Let’s change that shall we? Chuck, gimme some music.”

An upbeat song blasted through the speakers. Leech spun a tumbler on her palm and tossed a bottle of vodka into the air, quickly pouring out drinks faster than she probably ever had before. Freddy began placing bevrages in peoples hands and pulling groups onto the dance floor. Life started to be forced back into the event. People were enjoying themselves more and more even Leatherface started dragging folks in with Freddy.

Leech glanced over to the handsome man in the Spiderman outfit perched on the fruthest bar stool scanning the scene intently infront of him. The song Dead Man’s Party began to play and people moved towards the dance floor away from the bar giving her a moment to slide a drink over to him.

“You looked like you could use a pick-me up.” she glanced over and smiled at him when he raised his head up at her watching her stuff a tip into her coat. Robert picked up the drink without saying anything. Leech frowned and walked up to him “This is a party remember? You’re allowed to enjoy yourself.” she said leaning over the bar. He rolled up the mask on his face and sipped the rum and coke still not saying a word.

“Pen.” she frowned using his clown name to get his attention. “What’s wrong huh? I know we’re looking for the kid but take your own advice and enjoy the hunt a little.”

“That’s not my name.” he grumbled. Leech narrowed her eyes when she realized he was embarrassed. He was such an overly proud creature and being seen by others as anything but superior was severly affecting his ego. The former vampire grabbed his chin and turned it to face her ignoring a couple incoming drink requests.

“Look, I know you have been humiliated today, and I know you hate being a human but this is only temporary you’ll be back to your old self soon. You’re always going to be a perfect evil godlike entity no matter what skin you wear….especially to me.”

Robert still didnt respond but he pulled off the mask completely and looked off to the side.

“All right fine if you’re not going to start having fun I’m going to make you have fun.” his mate growled leaving the bar briefly to pull him back behind it with her.

“What are you doing Leech let go of me” he snarled reluctnantly following her.

“You may be human but my goofball killer clown is still in there and I’m going to bring him out even if it involves kicking and screaming.”

“And how are you planning on doing that?” he grumbled.

Leech gave him a warm smile and picked up four shot glasses beginning to juggle them. The former clown arched an eyebrow in mock interest. His mate smirked and tossed a glass at him which he reflextibly caught and threw back to her glaring a bit. When she caught it she tossed another to him. his scowl softened slightly when he tossed it back at her. Leech tossed another to him followed by another until they were full on juggling. She beamed at him when his expression could no longer hold back the his grin. They continued their routine till there was a small crowd gathered around them to watch. Some were actually suprised to see the clown doing actual clown things as if there was a rumor going around that he couldn’t.

“You know I love this song.” she said collecting all four of the glasses and setting them on the bar in a line. “Pass me the clear bottle and the red one” she said picking up a tumbler. Robert tossed them over to her she caught one in her cup and bounced the other a few times on her elbow the crowd cheering a bit. She set the one bottle down and poured the red one in her tumbler and tossed it away to her partner. “Here make yourself useful, the two top right ones next.” they put on quite the little show together both of them genuinely having fun with one another. Tiffany elbowed her husband and pointed at their housemates. “Did you know he actually could juggle?”

“Unfortuneately, yes.” chucky groaned. Tiff gave him a questioning look “Let’s just say that their practicing is the reason I dont eat dinner at the table anymore.”

“That explains the wobbling” Tiff replied while cringing.

When she was done Leech passed out several shots to the crowd and handed one to Robert taking the last one in her own hand. “All right drink this with me. Hold out your arm.” the confused ex-eldritch abomination did as she instructed and his mate linked her arm around his. “We take it together at the same time.”

“Am I going to like this?”

“Don’t worry its sweet.” she teased him a bit knowing her lover tended to only eat things that were 80% sugar. She counted to three and they tipped their shots back. Robert made a face and shook his head a bit. Leech laughed and lightly tapped his cheek “You alright there big guy?”

“It burns and I feel warm.”

“Well yeah you already had one drink and I just fed you a giant shot.”

“You’re a bad influence.” he narrowed his eyes at her. The former vampire poured dark honey colored liquid into her shot glass and knocked it back. “There now I’m catching up to you.”

“We have a task to accomplish Leechie.” he grumbled Leech rolled her eyes in response making another few drinks and shoving one in his hands. “Enjoy the damn party Robert.” The shut his eyes and took a sip cursing humans and their self destructive habbits.

“CLOWN!” a mousy looking man in leather shouted.

“Is that Pinhead?” Leech asked throwing a wash rag over her shoulder “Holy fuck it is! You assholes messed up my tits!” she snarled at him.

“I dont mind them.” Robert said cooly while sipping his drink.

“Bob no.”

“I seem to recall you fully agreeing to that modification vampire.”

“I….lets not go into.…that….”

“Yes there is a different matter at hand. I came here to remove you from my establishment friends of Krueger are not allowed due to the.. liabilities…”

The former cenobite glared at the couple, Leech looked as if she was readying herself for a fight. Robert finished his drink and stepped forward pushing his mate lightly to the side.

“You seem to forget that I own this town, you are simply beng allowed to stay and I’m a bit offended I was not invited.”

“All we wish is to keep the dream demon and his associates out….especially with what happened at the last event he attended….”

“His associates being my mate? Is is wise hell priest to ban her simply for being friends with Krueger? If I must tolerate his presence then so will you.” Robert was starting to feel in control again when the hell preist backed down. He wasnt sure if it was the liquid courage he consumed or his beloved’s efforts to cheer him up but his ego was finally feeling restored. It was time to remind everyone of their place in his town and who stood on top. “I seem to recall you allowed harm to come to her when she spent time with you did you not?” he growled and loomed over the man letting his height aid in his intimidation “I think you owe me for your screw up.”

Leech tapped his arm. “Psst ask for free drinks I’m running out of tip money to pay for ours.” she said with a small whisper.

“….And free drinks” Robert rolled his eyes and placed a large hand on her hat.

“I would rather have no qualms with you. Get rid of Krueger and she may stay.”

“That wouldn't be advisable.” Leech said leaning on the bar pouring herself another drink now that it was free.

“And why is that?”

“One, Krueger Chucky and I brought this party back from the dead you needed us. Two, if you ever want to go back to being a hell priest and making that outfit actually work for you I suggest you let us continue working here.” Leech sipped a glass of whiskey and grinned smugly at the former Cenobite.

“You know how to solve this problem?”

“That’s why were here. The other clown and dracula are bringing what we need as we speak.” Robert relaxed his tense muscles into a more causal stance when he sensed the Cenobite leader backing off.

Pinhead glanced at the crowd of awkward looking humans shuffling around attempting to dance and sighed. “We are counting on you to succeed then….and clown, the invitation to the afterparty still stands…to the both of you…” he turned and walked away.

Both former monsters cringed. “And with that horrible thought I’m going to need another drink” Leech turned around and grabbed a bottle of rum.

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They had been there a couple hours and Robert Gray was starting to feel the room spin. He had only had a few drinks that his mate insisted on yet he was starting to feel the effects. This human beverage must be the reason they’re all so inferior. Just a few glasses of it and it was like his head was swelling with the music and his limbs felt heavy. He twisted his head over to Leech who somehow was was still standing despite having drank twice as much as he did. She was shouting something to a small crowd about piercing Freddy’s other nipple which frankly he had no desire to ever see again. Instead he sat with his head back against a couch hoping to just let this feeling pass quickly when suddenly the doll and his wife plopped down next to him. The former clown rolled his head over to acknowlege thier presence.

“Jingles! Jingles are you drunk?!”

“Leechie did it.” He managed to slur out.

“Oh man big biiiiggg mistake Jingle Bells. You never try to keep up with Fangs and Freddy”

“I remember the one time I smoked weed with her, and lemme tell ya I was high for two days!” Tiffany added “Ya gotta know your limits with that one, she’ll kill ya.”

“Did-did you just call me Jingle Bells?” Robert squinted and shook his head a bit to clear it “Nevermind the Sam-Whatever god have you seen him?” he was finding it hard to form words and began to curse the foul drink affecting his brain.

“Hey now, we said we were only stayin out of your way we aint helpin!” Tiff snapped.

“You tell em babe! Aint no way I’m going to help with making these beauties disappear.” Chucky gestured at his wifes boobs.

“Chucky stop!” she shoved him. Robert shifted more towards the edge of the couch. He decided to get up when the doll and his wife started getting “handsy” not wanting to be around for that any longer than he had to. The former clown downed the rest of the drink his mate had insisted he try and swayed his way through the crowd. People brushed up against him on the dance floor, a few he was pretty sure did on purpose. One girl in a particularly skimpy outfit walked up to talk to him and he just stood there blank faced eye drifting to the side as babble came out of her mouth. She made a few attempts to pull him in to dance with her but the former clown would not budge. She was pretty but she wasn't his Leechie. He should find her. Robert pushed her face away from him causing her to squawk after him in anger. He continued through the crowd till he got to the front of the group that had gathered around Leech and Freddy. She had a blow torch in her hand that she was using to super heat a needle raised high in the air for all to see.

“FANGS WAIT I CHANGE MY MIND PUT THE FIRE AWAY” freddy shouted his costume zipped open and a bottle of vodka in one of his hands.

“Gotta make sure its hot Fred!” she shouted over the torch. Jason and Leatherface cheered her on as she lit the fire again.

“FANGS! I’M SERIOUS YOU DIDNT TELL ME THERE’D BE A TORCH INVOLVED!!”

“The people came to see something get pierced Krueger, and I’m out of nipples!” she said and took off her top hat “Hold still this is gonna hurt a little!” she flashed him a derranged grin and stepped on his chest to hold him down. Leech was about to strike when something orange caught her eye in the crowd. Samhain was finally here watching her from a clearing in the crowd. The small creature cocked his large sack covered head to the side in curiosity and brought a pumpkin lollipop up to his mouth under its mask. She froze staring back at him giving Freddy enough time to wiggle free from under her boot and escape.

“FUCK THIS I’M OUT” the former Dream Demon leapt off the table. The crowd groaned and dissipated. Robert took his cue to rush in and embrace her giggling to himself as he spun his mate around pulling her tightly into his arms. “Peachy!” he slurred out. “My pretty pretty mate!” he sang kissing the top of her head. He reeked of booze.

“Bob! Wait I-“

“I went to find you! And strange women kept trying to dance with me!”

“Robert I saw- hold up what?”

“But you’re here now! Your Penny’s got you all to himself!” he giggled and rubbed his nose on her. Leech narrowed her eyes and glared a bit in jealousy.

“Run that last part by me again.”

“Annoying things, dancing around trying to touch. They don’t know you’re mine! Aaaallllll mine, mine, mine, mine!” he began to babble himself not letting his precious mate go as he swayed around till he had pushed her into a wall away from the crowds. He couldn't even remember why he was at this event anymore he just knew she was warm and smelled like rum and lavender. Robert peppered her with drool filled sloppy kisses muttering “mine” to himself over and over in between each peck. Leech laughed and pushed him back she could see his dilated pupils in his sunken baggy eyes and the warm flush on his cheeks.

“Wow, you were right I am a bad influence on you.” she sighed reaching up to his face when she realized she had gotten the former eldritch abomination completely drunk. Leech knew she’d be in so much trouble once he sobered up but this was at least entertaining. she’d find Freddy about the halloween god shortly. Uncle Bob and Dracula would be here with the candy sack any minute now anyway and soon they’d all be back to normal and hopefully her clown wouldn’t notice a thing. She could enjoy just one more moment of the party. As soon as her fingers touched his cheeks Robert leaned down and locked his lips with her’s letting out a soft groan into her mouth. She didn't think it was possible for him to get more slobbery and sloppy with his kisses but here he was smearing her shimmery dark lipstick all over his own lips and grabbing at her ringmaster costume with greed. He moved to her jaw sucking and nipping at her skin determined to leave some fresh marks on her. Leech gasped when his teeth pinched her skin and ran her fingers through his hair she managed to find her voice and mumbled “Hey, we’re gonna have to stop and go somewhere else soon, everyone is watching.” Robert grabbed some skin from her neck in his teeth and came off her with a wet pop “That’s the point.” he growled and went back to leaving hickies on her flesh. One of Leech’s eyes lazily opened “Pen-“ before she could finish trying to convince him to relocate she had to cut herself off when her vision finally focused. Her body went stiff when she saw who was in the crowd and it wasn't the halloween god Samhain. It was someone that should be long dead, and he was staring directly at her.

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Uh oh WHO COULD IT BEEEEEE! Lol get ready for an extremely violent bar fight kids, shits about to get messy.

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lovestill-exists · 3 years

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money

currency. that thing we chasing. i literally told a kid today that i needed to get a covid test so that i could eat tomorrow.

really, thats just an exaggeration though. To be honest, BrUTALLY so-- i am awful with the stuff.

I lost my wallet while running down the beach bed, flirting with the waves up to my ankles. the bitch stole it. ive been feeling that itch of something taking it the entire day. but what did i do? I pushed that sense out of the way, finding it really annoying. but it wasn’t wrong, was it? it never is

i felt like an idiot. especially when i was whispering wishes to the ocean, asking her about something completely different.. i trusted it was listening, answering my questions in its own, vague way the universe typically does.

instead, it swept up my wallet and gave me false hopes. im livid. genuinely mad

also, the job i took the covid test for isnt responding back to me. probably cos theyre on location and i was meant to look for a breakfast place for 40 people, but i didnt.. cos i told them i needed the address. “please send me the address to your location for tomorrow and i can get right on that” but nope. my hiring location scout told me a sad story instead over the phone, where she had awful reception and i couldn't hear half the words she said.. tried to tell her i couldnt hear her very well, that if she could quickly text me the information id need, then i can start doing my job.. but i doubt she heard me.

i called her again after getting back to my apartment to ask for that information

three hours later, she calls back but doesnt leave a voicemail

i call her back half an hour later and she answers, then hangs up.no call back.

and at this point, im not even mad if i dont work tomorrow. free covid test. ill get my results and have these days off again. I can make my doctor’s appointment.

will i be able to pay for the damn appointment. yes.

will it hurt to do it? only my ego..

I only have the foresight to be able to save a shitton of money if i need it.. call it a cautionary evil, quite necessary but.. its not as big of a basin as id like it to be. sometimes i wonder if im good at anything else.. make money on the side doing.. something else besides being a badass on set

cos set life isnt how it used to be. safe, that is.

I’m not above taking pictures of my feet, for instance.

but maybe.. i should look a lil deeper. I’m also not above working a 9-5 again

at least, until i find this thing im meant to be doing, besides rescuing dogs or something.. at least rescuing someone else, instead of someone rescuing me.

My boyfriend had enough foresight to lend me some money so i can get back home safely. i wasn’t even thinking about it. he mentioned how calm i seemed over losing my wallet, how no one could be blamed for going completely insane over it. but im used to it. how much worse does that sound?

Losing your wallet is losing your identity. your name. your address that isnt the one you reside at anymore but the one that felt closer to home in a long LONG time. your totem, the one your mother printed for you to assure that "abundance is always there for you". ha. my two debit cards.. probably my insurance card ive never used. a membership card for go karts in the bay area.. and 23 dollars.

what a loss. and at the same time.. i dont feel it as badly as i should.

like im lost. truly. like why dont i follow my inner instincts ushering me to just shut up and pay attention to it for once? i walked around, paid for things the entire day and everytime my wallet was in my hands, i had a sinking feeling of dread. that i need to keep it safe. and i felt stupid for feeling that way. so conflicted. money never meant so much to me. why was i worried.. was i overspending? was i depending on it too much?

but now i just feel stupid i hadnt listened.. i do that all the damn time. i get a sense of something before it happens and i ignore it. im.. worst at listening to myself than my actual financial responsibilities.

i felt that stupidity every time i stopped at a gas station on the way back to my apartment from LA. The act of taking out cash and walking away from the pump inside to let the guy behind the counter authorize the transaction for me.. I only stopped twice.. the second place i stopped at, i convinced myself to stop simply cos i knew the place well and it would be the quickest stop id make on my trip. i kept second guessing my route back home solely as to whether id be making the right choice to go there.

it was at this gas station that a kid came up to me, mask no where on his face, but swearing he wasnt homeless.. just a lil scared. he needed gas to get home but his card was declined. asked me if i had any cash or if i could cash app him some money, just enough to get home.

I hesitated, thinking in the back of my mind if i was going to be alright to give him anything. i had no cards, no more cash than what i had to get home, and i still needed a covid test to get to, where i was unsure if id had to pay for it out of pocket. told him “Sorry, i dont have an iphone” and hes like “shit.. can i please ask you to pay for at least five dollars, you can stand by the pump-!”

“sorry, i lost my debit cards.. haha”

“oh shiiit.. hahaha..”

“yeah.. but i do have a bit of cash my dude. let me get it for you”

“Oh shit, really?? thank you so much!”

This kid, obviously young, a teenager, looked so relieved. cos the more i said something unhelpful, the more panicked he started to look. and i was gut punched by it. i was this kid, worried about his next paycheck, wondering why i was so bad at money, why i couldnt be responsible.

and im not trying to say that was his deal today, his card could have declined for any real reason. but i was that panicked once. its stupid to feel that way over something so.. fucking stupid. something that rules over everyone a little too much.. when we should really not be worried about our next meal, or when our next job will come. i handed him the cash, booked my covid test and booked it out of there. all so “i could eat tomorrow”

i use money to make things just a lil easier. i dont try too hard to be irresponsible. but definetly dont make myself too responsible either. its just habit otherwise, which could be the only thing keeping me afloat. but there is another lesson im missing too.. maybe still not money related. or if it is.. i clearly dont have the answer for it yet.

still learning that one

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ALL of the questions for Q2

42. I have a question of my own! - rip

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? - probably slow & deliberate

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? - probably not much either way. She’s a sneaky gal & taking up as little space as possible is an ingrained habit by now

3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? - she doesn’t rly like talking anyway, so she doens’t rly bother trying to be the center of attention. She just hangs back & listens if she has to

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? - im not sure if synths have like. A certain size they’re built for cause im 90% sure they don’t grow, but i like to think she’s p small & uses it to sneak around doing her job and/or hiding from other coursers if she defects

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? - before she defects, just the normal courser uniform cause i think all coursers have to lmao. If she defects & gets her memories changed she’ll probably have the hooded rags outfit

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? - honestly i have no idea how to answer this rip

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? - with people, at least before defecting she probably kinda.. Doesn’t? She’ll hurt synths she needs to bring in if she has to but otherwise, she just doesn't physically interact. Depends on the object too - if a computer console needs hacking & she can’t manage it she’ll just give up & break it

8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? - she is literally never at ease. Ever. She’s constantly a little stressed. She’s always around other coursers which she doesn’t like, doing a mission she doesn't enjoy or defecting & worried about being caught

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? - mMM shrug

10. What energizes and drains them most? - she just wants to sleep & eat pie. That’s probably all that energizes her tbh. Tho if she ever got a gf being around her would probably be a little energizing

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? - honestly i. Dont rly know. She’s definitely v quiet & only says things she has to, like mission reports or asking for pie

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands? - she just. Isn’t. If u were trying to guess her mood on body and face expressions, there’s literally no difference between happy & excited or horny & hatred

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? - again she’s not v expressive before defecting but she doesn’t rly think about her day when she’s a courser? It’s all just routine & kinda numbing cause she doesn't rly wanna do the job anymore, tho being inexpressive helps her hide it. Once she defects, her inexpressiveness is definitely still there but if she makes friends her legs bounce just a little in excitement being around them & maybe she’ll even smile a little

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? - wellll she doesn’t really care about the institute at all while she’s there tbh, she’s only there cause it’s where she was made & the only kinda life she’s rly known. I wonder if she’ll get attached to a travelling caravan once her memories are changed, tho keeping her loyalty for too long would be pretty hard if she has options that might be better for her

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? - definitely full of doubts at the institute, she’d view herself and other synths as literally just machines like a protectron designed to do a job. (tho at some point she’s forced to kill or nearly kill a synth she was supposed to retrieve, her outlook fuckin shattered when they were scared & felt a lot of pain.) She’s a little more practical & mindful for her own needs once her memories are changed

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? - before she defects she probably just doesn’t. But after, Q2 dreams of pies, dogs & cute girls

17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? - uhhh im dumb & cant work out what this means

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why? - worst case scenario is that she doesn’t defect & instead throws herself into her courser work, starting to enjoy hurting people in bringing synths in. She’d probably end up dead if the institute is destroyed or survives & fights one-handed against the railroad. Best case is that she forgets all about the institute, gets a gf & a dog & learns how to cook something edible after like 3 years

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? - She never rly likes contributing to a group, even if she knows them well, but knowing them well means she’s more likely to actually listen. She still doesn’t like large groups after defecting but can be around 2-3 people & have decent conversations, tho she shuts down if the group is any larger.

20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? - like. Rn? In the institute? Fuckin NONE. She’s completely alone. Give her a friend

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? - again she. Doesn’t rly. It isn’t that she wouldn’t want a friend it’s just that. If they defect it’s v possible she could be called to retrieve them & it’d hurt her, so she just avoids the premise altogether

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? - honestly i. Have no idea lmao

23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? - again she. Kinda doesn’t? Most social situations feel the same to her before defecting, tho if it’s particularly long & needs a lot of input from her she’d probably just have a nap right after

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? - Q2- “don’t talk to me” -33 vs Q2- “hold my hand” -33.

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? - i think, for her, it’d depend on the person she wants to know? Before defecting most relationships she has are just “i need u to do a job” or “what job do i need to do?” but after, she mostly just wants people who’d like. Actually show that they care

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why? - uHH my brain is blaaaank sorry

28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? - probably just practice cooking. She wants to be able to not rely on someone else to cook for her, or having to spend like 500 caps on one meal

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? - uHHHHH i never thought of this either oops

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? - she doesn't mind a lot but if she needs to do something she’d prefer less stuff to do before her goal is completed. If the amount of shit she needs to do exceeds her limit she just powers through it w/ force. She’d stop sneaking around a settlement & instead just force her way through, hurting people if needed

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? - honestly like. Not rly? The only real dealbreakers are having to retrieve someone she’d considered a friend, after defecting, doing something that would actively negatively impact or hurt her. Like having to pay a lot & getting nothing back

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why? - uhhh what the fuck does this mean. Is this like an actual object or something she uses to like prop herself up or????

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? - she probably just observes. She’s relatively patient & can observe for a long while if she has to, tho i wonder if institute synths can just have knowledge programmed into them

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? - before defecting she probably just. Doesn’t think of the surface world? To her it’s a ruined irredeemable mess. After defecting she probably still thinks it’s a mess but it’s her mess

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? - uh

36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? -idk she probably just doesn't think on it unless someone points it out, but i’m she she’d rely more on instinct & intuition, tho she can think on problems when she needs to

37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? - well i’m 100% sure her courser training would affect literally everything about her life lmao

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? - probably not tbh?? Until she defects she doesn’t rly think on it

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? - who even knows i haven’t thought of this much detail about her ;-;

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is? - she probably just has existential thoughts about whether or not she’s actually like. Alive or not? Her entire life the institute probably just tells her she’s a programmed machine, so she wonders if she’s a machine, what being alive is actually like

FREE FOR ALL.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why? - titty

#long post #this took like. a while #i realised like 3 questions in that i haven't rly developed Q2 at all lmao #ribbonflies

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