#maika writes fanfics

[agardite-art]

Sketches for a silly future Fanfic about Yohi and Oliver.....

We are too upset about the ending of the song "The Tattler's Tall Tale" because we are too attached to Oliver, and in the video he dies. The ending is good, it's perfect for the story, but it makes us very sad... So, we are rewriting the ending in our "fanfic" (in quotes because it's currently only in our minds and on drawings; we'll start writing it once we finish our first fanfic, which is pretty soon, as we only have one chapter and an epilogue left to write). In the plot, when the guys were "attacked", they managed to escape and started a new life but fell into the same mistakes. We'll provide more details in the next post, where there will be more drawings!

Oliver will have a difficult past... Hio will too, but not as difficult

Oliver loves sewing toys that you can sort of put on your hand. He organizes shows with them, where he shares truthful but unpleasant things. Maika, Hio's friend and romantic interest, is also passionate about sewing; she found common ground with Oliver.

Initially, Oliver and Fukase will become enemies, but eventually, they can understand each other and become friends (there won't be a strong romantic element this time, as it's not fitting, but there may be subtle hints)

#art #рисунок #artists on tumblr #illustration #арт #drawing #artist #традишинал арт #традишка #оливер вокалоид #вокалоид #йохиолоид #вокалоиды #vocaloid fanfic #vocaloid #vocaloid art #vocaloid oliver #vocaloid yohioloid #vocaloid au #oliver vocaloid #yohioloid #sketchbook #sketch

[thespianinthebackcorner]

Thespian's Masterpost!

hi! Thought I should make this since it's pretty essential to most blogs.

I'm Thespian, although I go by Mirika on other parts of the internet. I'm an Ao3 author, writing for Genshin Impact, and occasionally dabbles in crossovers with other fandoms with my friend Zhelday there. I live in Australia, so if I take a few hours longer than usual to respond, that'll be why. If I complain about the god-awful heat in December, that's also why.

On here I post about three things: Fandoms, Writing, and occasionally Personal. Okay I used to try and mark my posts with specialised tags but uh I've realised that I cannot remember for the life of me to do that so... sorry. A note, some of my writing posts will include mentions of whump, therefore including subjects of torture, manipulation, and overall pain. If I do talk about my original story, there will also be mentions of dysphoria.

I'm an aspiring Voice Actor and also have a YouTube channel where I make edits! It's quite dry now but I'll have MVs and other things on there later- I'm currently working on a few different videos.

posts I'm pinning for both you guys and my personal reference:

My ongoing conversation with an Ao3 author

Alternate ideas to catboy AUs

Albedo AU I don't have the time for but would love to see if someone else would like to

Side dialogue from my life

My fandoms:

Genshin Impact (my main and what I talk about most!)

Sanders Sides

Splatoon, its manga included

The Amazing Digital Circus (although you won't see much of this until closer to release.)

Symbiosis/Silver Thread (thanks to my good friend @monards)

Hazbin Hotel

Death Palette (if anyone ever wants to hear me)

Cookie Run Kingdom (though I haven't played in a while)

Ghost and Pals/Qualia Automata

ENA

Monster High

Ever After High

Splatoon

The first three Skylanders games

I dabble in Tintin and Star Wars thanks to Zhelday so if I mention Zhel I'll be mentioning them too

My Romantic Ships

Albaether- Albedo/Aether, Genshin Impact

Rhinealice- Rhinedottir/Alice, Genshin Impact

Sucredo- Sucrose/Nigredo (Subject Two), Genshin Impact

Albeula- Albedo/Eula, Genshin Impact (not as much as Albaether but I like the dynamic)

Albemona- Albedo/Mona, Genshin Impact (same as above, I just don't mind the dynamic)

Agent 96- Captain 3/Agent 4/Agent 8, Splatoon

Dove/Magnolia, Symbiosis

Alice/White Lily, Silver Thread

Luminoelle- Lumine/Noelle, Genshin Impact

Lumiya- Lumine/Yoimiya, Genshin Impact

Lumina- Lumine/Furina, Genshin Impact

Kazutomozou- Kazuha/Tomo/Heizou, Genshin Impact

Esclair- Espresso/Eclair, Cookie Run Kingdom (sue me it's cute and has the same dynamic as Albether)

Loceit- Logan/Janus, Sanders Sides

Tintin/Chang, Tintin

Gloves/Half-Rim, Splatoon (I genuinely don't know if this is a thing but the concept draws me)

Charon & Norman, Ghost and Pals

Chris. P/Maika (whatever the girl from Happy Days' name is.), Ghost and Pals

I do ship more, but these are the main ones that I'll write and talk about!!

My Platonic Ships (Family Dynamics mostly)

Alicia & Beaford- Silver Thread

Magnolia & Mint- Symbiosis

Aether & Lumine- Genshin Impact

Matsuro and the Painter- Death Palette

Albedo & Klee- Genshin Impact

Agents 3, 4, 8 & New 3- Splatoon

JENA & Moony- ENA

Jax & Gangle & Kinger- TADC

Callie & Marie- Splatoon

Tamari & Mariyam- Qualia Automata

Arc & Say- Ghost and Pals

there are probably more but I can't remember them rn (æ)

Things you Don't Talk About Around Me

Disney (I have no respect after they ripped off Ever After High and killed it)

Politics (sue me but its boring and I'm not here for reality)

AI (just. No. I'm a writer.)

Not really sure what else to add- I am a minor, so please be careful how you treat me. I will not tolerate disrespect or just general bad treatment. That also means you can't commission me for stories or oneshots just yet, but if you do put in an ask that gives me inspiration you will get yourself a oneshot. I just can't be paid yet.

I do sometimes write fanfics on this site, but not often as I'm not good at tagging them and I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

The ask box is open, please come in and talk if you like!

Thank you for getting this far, sorry for the lack of graphics, and have fun!

#masterpost #About OP

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself now

I completely forgot to make an introductory pin thingy, so here’s a verrrry long mess of an intro that you should probably skip if you value your time lol. Will edit as needed.

About me, the human(?)

Current hyperfixation: Madoka Magica

Name: I go by Elsewhere, here.

Gender: Cis Female (she/her exclusively)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Age: Teenager, minor

Disagnoses: ASD, UDD, UAD.

Hobbies: art, fandom, writing, reading, being a chaos, blasting music, asking very dumb questions in tumblr

The kind of stuff you’ll find on this blog: Random thoughts, random memes, random fandom stuff, whatever the heck I feel like, moths, random art, tons and tons of polls I love polls

My a e s t h e t I c : Some unholy combination of Cottagecore, Crow/Goblincore, changelingcore, Yami Kawaii, Kawaii, pastel goth, casual goth, gothic Lolita, fairycore, “dreamy kei”, and mental illness

Country: USA. Or the void. Who knows?

DNI: MAPs, MAP supporters, zoophiles

FAQ about this mess:

“Will you talk about politics/drama?”

I prefer not to get into political fights, as all people are entitled to an opinion and bickering on the internet helps no one. However, I will occasionally pipe up on “clear cut” or trivial issues. (Ex: MAPS are bad. Stuff like that.)

“Trivial issues?”

I will argue about stupid random stuff like cheese flavor lol. Because it’s funny and nobody gets hurt.

“Religion?”

Christian, though I am very against forcing any kind of belief system on anyone. Humans have the right of free will. Treat people like the humans they are.

“If you’re Christian, do you support people like JW and LDS?”

“Christian” cults are terrible. JW and LDS are not Biblical and never have been. Their practices and the way they treat their members is horrible.

“Are you a f u r r y ?”

No. But I do occasionally dabble in Anthro characters and such, and do like a smattering of furry artists/animators

“Are you a therian?”

Nope

“Are you an uwu gamer egirl”

*confused terror noises*

“Nicknames?”

I’m fine with those! Just nothing mean 😅

“DMs? Asks?”

I’m alright with DMs! If you’re tagged as mature/are an adult above 18-19, I’m going to be pretty apprehensive tho. It’s not your fault, just…the internet is dangerous, yunno? As for asks, PLEASE ASK ME THINGS, I LOVE BEING ASKED THINGS

“Do you write fanfic?”

No…..at least, not yet :3

“Wanna join my discord?”

My apologies, I cannot…

Random facts:

My favorite animals are moths, cats, foxes, and…many, many more.

My favorite moth is the Luna Moth, but I also like Rosy Maples and Death’s head moths.

I have glasses

My character color is Lilac

My other favorite colors are pink, black, turquoise, blue…almost anything pastel….so freaking many oh my gosh-

my favorite musical artist is PinnoccioP!

FANDOM TIME

THE STUFF I LIKE A WHOLE LOT/THE STUFF YOU’LL PROBABLY SEE THE MOST

Puella Magi Madoka Magica/Magia Record

-Favorite character: Walpurgisnacht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Kuroe, Mami Tomoe, Iroha Tamaki, Alina Grey, the Amanes, Kuro (game), Mitama

-Favorite ship: None, I’m not really into Pmmm shipping. Kyosuke kinda sucks tho Sayaka deserves better.

-Have any OCs?: Only a few…

Murder Drones

-Favorite characters: N, Doll, Uzi

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Tessa, V, Lizzy

-Favorite Ship: NUzi

-Have any OCs?: Nope.

Vocaloid

-Favorite character: Miku

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Luka, Len, Rin, Gumi, Kaito, Mayu, Una, VFlower, Maika

-Favorite ship: None, although the internet is slowly convincing me to like LenxMiku for some reason lol

-Any OCs?: No.

-Favorite producers?: PinnoccioP, DECO*27, Mitchie M, Kikuo, I occasionally like MARETU.

STUFF YOU’LL SEE PRETTY OFTEN

Splatoon Series

-Favorite character: Dedf1sh/Acht

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Eight, Captain 3, the Squid sisters, Marina

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Yes! Many! A few include Periwinkle the shy angst girl, Scarlet the autistic mess, and Varuka the tired sanitized scientist.

Hollow Knight

-Favorite character: Lost Kin and Isma

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Ghost, Hornet, THK, The Radiance sometimes, The White Lady, the Unnamed vessels, Menderbug, the sad miner bug I’m completely blanking on the name of aaaaaa, and Perdita the Braava

-Favorite ship: None.

-Have any OCs?: Nope. I do have AU versions of some of the characters tho

Percy Jackson-verse

-Favorite characters: Percy Jackson, Leo

-Other favorites in no particular order: Annabeth, Calypso, Grover, Hestia, I do like me some chaos gremlin Poseidon sometimes, Will is ok

Favorite ship: Percabeth, Calypso and Leo

-Have any OCs?: No, not planning on it

STUFF THAT MIGHT SHOW UP SOMETIMES BUT NOT VERY MUCH. I still like all of these a good bit tho.

Doki Doki Literature Club!

-Favorite characters: Sayori and Yuri, but I love all of them

-Favorite ship: None

-OCs?: Nah.

Just Monika <3

Warrior Cats

-Favorite characters: So, so many… Um, I like Squilf. And Jayfeather. Oh, and I really like Spottedleaf and think she was done so dirty and she could’ve been written much much better

-Favorite ship: None in particular. I like Squilf x “Shrewpaw but alive” because Squilf deserves a better love interest and Shrewpaw deserves to freaking exist

-OCs?: Yes! A good few.

Wings of Fire

-Favorite characters: Moonwatcher, Glory, Turtle, Qibli, Blue, Cricket

-Favorite ships: Moonbli (but I won’t bicker on the internet about it, I understand the merits of the rest of this triangle), Blicket

-Opinion on Glorybringer and the rest of the problems: Glorybringer could be good but that age gap is a serious concern if not a downright dealbreaker. W.O.F. is very flawed.

-Favorite tribes?: Silkwings, Rainwings, SeaWings, Leafwings, HYBRIDS XD -OCs?: No, but I would like to have some. I do plan on making some adopts :3

Miraculous Ladybug (Ironically. I’m just here for the insane party that is this fandom. This show is terrible but I can’t stop watching it someone pls h a l p -)

-Favorite characters: ADRIEN AND NATHTALIE AND THAT’S BASICALLY IT…I also like Ladybug sometimes but I go back and forth on her a lot.

-Favorite ship: The love square. Aaaaaaaa-

-OCs?: No.

A Hat in Time

-Favorite character: Moonjumper

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Hat Kid, Snatcher, Vanessa, Mustache Girl

-Favorite ship: None

-Vanessa should get a redemption arc I’m not sorry

Yandere Simulator

-Favorite character: Miku girl lol

-Other favorites, in no particular order: Osana, Senpai/Taro (he deserves better than this mess), all the nice/decent rivals, Ai Doruyashi (she should have lived), Kokona

-Absolutely hate: Mida Rana, the freaking developer, Info-chan

-Do you support Yanderedev?: No. He’s done really bad crap, and I don’t even really like most of the game. I just like some of the characters and the really creative parts of the fandom

-favorite ship: None

Red Queen

-Favorite character: Maven HE DESERVES BETTER THE NARRATIVE DID HIM SO DIRTY

-other favorites: Cal, also deserves better

-Notes: This book series is a mess and I don’t even really like it I just think Maven and Cal are cool and that’s it. All you’re going to get from me on this series is angry rants about how Maven could’ve had such a cool redemption arc and they ruined him and how cool Cal is.

Slime Rancher

-Favorite character: Beatrix!

-Other favorites: Mochi, Casey (10/10), Ogden, bOb

-Favorite ship: Bea and Casey Ofc they are precious

-Favorite slime: Tangles, tabbies, Puddles, Flutters, The cute bat ones, the cute bunny ones, phosphors, yolks, I love them alllll qvq

-OCs?: Yes, actually!

Pokemon

-Favorite character: So many- I like Iono a lot!

-Other favorites: Nemona, FREAKING VOLTAGE MIKU, Lilith, Misty, Selena, and more!

-Partner Pokemon: Rosa the Roserade from Sword

-Who do I ship Ash with: Selena, easy.

Pretty Cure

-Favorite character: Cure Happy, Cure Beauty, Cure Spade

-Favorite cure teams: Pretty cure Smile, Doki Doki, and Futari Wa

-Notes: Pretty cure was my hecking childhood man I love Smile

Dang, that all was a lot- o.o

Alts: @myownquieterworld for when I’m sad/poetic lol

#lol #hi tumblr #tumblr #i tried #intro post #introduction #introductory post #blog post #blog intro

[kn1feinthec0ffee]

in too deep (part 5) - jules

jules x reader

TW: drugging

warnings: beating, homophobia, threat of death, i think that’s pretty much it??

notes: ooooohhh we’re getting closer to the end! not that i’m excited for this to end, but i’m just excited for you guys to see it

i really hope that me putting homophobia in this story doesn’t make you guys think i’m homophobic bc that’s the farthest thing from true. since i changed the gender of the mickey stand-in, i felt like it might be more interesting to add another dynamic into the story so it wasn’t just a word for word copy of the original except with a girl, bc that seems really one-dimensional to me. i feel like i need to put one of those things they have in movie credits like “the views in this film in no way reflect the views of the studio that produced it” kinda thing

also i think this may be my favorite part that i’ve written, bc if you didn’t notice, i’ve never left the reader’s perspective during the whole thing, so i had to improv a bit during the parts of the movie we didn’t get to see with mickey, and maybe i’m just a lil proud of myself :’)

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for the first time since you came up with your brilliant plan to siphon the gas, you actually felt a glimmer of hope. jules was smart, she’d surely find a way out of the house; and she was damn loyal, too, so you knew there was no chance she’d leave you behind. 

sadly all those hopes were dashed when you heard the basement door creak open again. 

fuck, this whole plan was dependent on the fact that no one else came downstairs! your hands clammed up, your heart rate quickening as footsteps descended the stairs, stopping dead in their tracks once they reached the bottom. 

  “where the hell’d that little bitch go?” george roared, scanning every nook and cranny in the basement to see if jules was hiding anywhere. “answer me!”

you stayed silent, more out of fear than some sort of strategy. you quickly realized this was the wrong decision as george viciously backhanded you across the face. your head whipped to the side, eyes blinking back into focus from the impact. you felt something sticky on your lips and realized it was blood. 

  “you’re so angry,” you groaned. “why? just ‘cause you’re shooting blanks?” you pouted in mock sympathy. this sudden boost of confidence seemed to be a mistake as you saw george’s expression shift into a dangerously content one. 

  “i’m gonna rip your fuckin’ heart out.” your face dropped as he spoke. “i understand you not wantin’ to tell me where she is. in fact, if i were in your position i suppose i’d do the same. but god almighty i’m gonna watch ya’ die. i’m gonna hurt ya’.”

you were stunned into silence but you decided saying something, anything, would be better than nothing. “she’s gone, man. you just need to give it up.”

this seemed to strike a nerve in him. he turned towards you again and delivered another swift slap, knocking the wind out of you. he smacked you again, the back of your head knocking into the pole and causing your consciousness to fade for a moment. 

  “you think i’m full of hot air, don’t you? only good on roughin’ you up?” he asked rhetorically. “you know i worked as a door-to-door salesman for a few years? learned a lot, but the most important thing i learned was how to read people. and at the end of the day, you’re just an open book, sweetheart.”

the name sounded like poison dripping from his lips. it made you sick, that name belonged to jules. 

  “i know your type, believe you me, i’ve seen quite a few in my time. you see, you like to think you’re tough, strong, resilient, but at the end of the day, you just value her life above yours.” he laughed to himself. “am i right?”

he chuckled again when you didn’t answer. “that’s alright, you don’t have to answer, i know i’m right. well, you people are more loyal than i thought. guess i gotta give credit where credit’s due.”

  “fuck you.” you spat. “don’t fucking talk about her like that.” he stood up again, this time grabbing something from a shelf before making his way back to you. 

  “alright, no more pussyfootin’ around, time to get down to business.” he revealed the knife, positioning it under your ear as he prepared to slice it off. 

  “sheisn’tgoingtothecops!” you breathed out quickly, hoping he’d let you keep both ears with the statement. 

  “what? what’d you say?” he seemed caught of guard by the sudden admission, backing off of you. 

  “not yet, anyway.” you took a moment to catch your breath. “i told her to wait. yeah, we got a little meet up spot. now if i don’t show up there in an hour or so, then yeah, cops galore. you’re fucked, buddy. but, if i do show up, we just continue on our way like none of this happened.”

you took another shaky breath before you continued. “if we’re being honest here, i don’t want the cops involved any more than you do. y’know, the whole ‘not gainfully employed’ thing? the cops aren’t a huge fan of that one.”

george seemed to take this into consideration, nodding quietly to himself. “what about sweetiepie?”

  “her? i don’t give a fuck about her, she’s the whole reason i’m in this mess.” you winked at her, hoping she’d understand the message. 

george snapped the blade shut, producing the key from to the cuffs from his jacket pocket. 

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  “any last words for this son of a bitch?” george asked gloria as he trained the pistol on you.

  “oh, i do wish you’d handled things differently. we could’ve had somethin’ beautiful here.” she smiled sadly, mourning what could’ve been. 

  “i’ll see you in hell,” george mumbled as he opened the door for you. you stepped into the doorway, only to stop dead in your tracks when you heard your girlfriend’s voice. shit.

  “stop, don’t kill her!” jules shouted from the top of the steps, baby doll in hand. “i will smash it!” she held it over the railing, dangling precariously above the hardwood flooring beneath. 

  “whew, that was close.” george laughed, closing the door behind you. “unhand my baby!” gloria whined. 

  “alright, missy, calm down. no one’s gonna get hurt.” he kept the gun aimed at your head, but gloria quickly pried it out of his hands and took a shot at jules. she crouched to shield herself from the bullet that thankfully missed, but in doing so let go of the baby that plummeted to the floor, shattering into hundreds of pieces. 

  “get your ass down here or i’ll blow her brains out!” george shouted gruffly as jules descended the staircase. she ran to you, hugging you close and helping you to stand on your injured leg. 

gloria rushed out of the room, bloody pieces of ceramic in hand as george turned back to you. “look what you gone and did. what did i do to deserve you two?”

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  “cooking’s a zen art for my dear gloria. i’ve found there’s a method to it: the more upset she is, the bigger the dish it takes to pull her out.” george explained. “needless to say, i think the two of you just summoned up a banquet.”

the two of you had been crudely duct-taped to some chairs in the dining room, forced to listen to the stuffy dialogue between the husband and wife. “why? why do you keep her down there?” jules asked. 

  “it’s not what you think.” he looked over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t listening. “my gloria, she’s always wanted a child. unfortunately, the good lord did not have that in his plans for us. so, i had to take matters into my own hands.”

  “oh, so you kidnapped her.” jules stated bluntly. george glared at her, but continued his explanation. 

  “as you get older, things get... complicated, and i swear to god i had no ill intentions. i just wanted to make my wife happy.” he smiled. “and she was for a bit, until she started to remind her of what she couldn’t have. she asked me to make her go away, but i couldn’t bring myself do that, so the basement is our compromise.” 

  “dinner is served!” gloria announced, wheeling in a cart full of dishes of shepherd’s pie. she placed one on everyone’s plate before she sat down. they quickly said grace before digging into their food. 

  “so are you guys gonna kill us or...? what’s the deal?” jules asked matter-of-factly. you wanted to nudge her shoulder and ask her what in the hell made her so bold, but you didn’t want to cause a scene. 

  “george, you didn’t tell them?” gloria asked confusedly. “i wanted to make ‘em squirm a bit,” he smirked. 

  “t-tell us what?” you cursed yourself for stuttering but you couldn’t help it, it came out when you were anxious. 

  “we’re not gonna kill you.” george mumbled, almost sounding disappointed. “i said we’re not gonna kill ‘ya, what are you deaf?” you stifled a grin at jules, not wanting to change their decision to set you free. “we’ve decided that, despite your piss-poor behavior, the logistics of it just don’t make no sense for us.”

  “sooner or later someone’s gonna come lookin’ for you two. now, i can hide a body like the easter bunny hides an egg, but the two of you have been sweatin’, spittin’, and pissin’ all over this place.” he paused to take a sip of his drink. “anywho, i’m bound to miss a spot. i figure we have a better chance of hitting the road. we’ll give it 48 hours, tip off the police, they’ll come by and pick ya’ up. i reckon you’ll do some time for whatever the hell you two did, but at least you’ll still be drawing breath. so congratulations, you should be thankful. you just won the damn lottery.”

jules spared a glance at you as if to say, what now? “take your time eatin’ you got another couple days in those chairs.” george muttered as he took another bite of his meal. 

screw it, you thought. we’re hungry and going to jail in the next two days, what harm could a nice meal do? you both picked up your forks and knives and tucked in to the plate in front of you. you nearly let out a moan in satisfaction as the food hit your tongue. you scooped up more greedily as you had no clue if and when the next time you’d get fed would be. 

  “wait,” jules swallowed the food in her mouth. “what’s gonna happen to her?” gloria glanced over to george, waiting for the answer to the question as well.

  “well, i’m sure they’ll put her some place nice. these orphanages, i hear they’re like five-star resorts.” george answered. 

  “does that upset you?” gloria turned to jules, a smile of mock empathy on her face. “anything’s better than down there.” jules mumbled. 

  “you got a heart of gold, jules. is your full name julia?” jules nodded in response. “my mother’s name was julia. she had a good heart, too, you remind me of her.”

  “she died of cancer when i was real little. it was a slow, painful process, but i was with her every step of the way!” she grinned as her husband blew her a kiss. “the day before she died, she told me to look in the closet, that i’d find a special surprise for me in there. it was a package, wrapped up nice and pretty, with a tiny card with my name on it. she insisted i opened it, so i wiped away my tears, tore open the paper and there it was. a doll.” 

everything stilled. every sound, the scraping of cutlery on the plate, the sound of everyone breathing, even the breeze blowing through the window decided this was a nice time to take a break. 

  “she said it was a magic doll,” she continued. “that no matter how sad i became, and believe me, i became very sad, i’d always have him with me. my ethan.”

your gut instincts finally kicked in as you spat out the food that was in your mouth, the gross pile of chewed up beef and potatoes looking oddly blurry to you. jules looked equally as mortified, probably even more since she was the one who brought about the end of the magic doll. 

  “and she was right; he was magical. and you took him away from me.” she grinned her creepy stepford wife grin once more. jules mumbled something but everything sounded miles away from you as your head swam. 

  “wha-what is this?” you slurred, the bright colors of the table morphing into one another. 

  “this is a drug overdose, y/n.” he chuckled when you sluggishly turned your head towards him. “i know, i know, i fibbed about lettin’ you live, but see, you had a veritable pharmacy in that bag of yours. you two just munched down enough pills to put a bull to bed,” his voice muffled into indiscernible nonsense, though you knew he was still speaking. 

  “f-fuck you,” jules managed, still keeping her head up. you, on the other hand, were slumped over, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. 

george got up from his seat, pulling your head up by your hair. “not so tough now, are ya’?” he jested. 

jules muttered something in your defense, but as soon as your head dropped, you were down for the count; just missing the hopeful ring of the doorbell, possibly signaling you might live to see another day. 

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i should probably put a link to previous parts at the top but i have no clue how to do that lol

tags: @emmyrosee​ @flowers-in-your-hayr​ @willyourecognisemee​ @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass​

#jules #jules x reader #jules oneshot #jules imagine #jules fanfiction #jules fanfic #jules fic #jules villains #villains #villains 2019 #maika monroe #maika monroe character #my writing

[millepara]

aikatsu friends episode 4 spoilers (in which I get really worked up about brands and designers and possible brand spoilers!!!!!!!!!)

Aine’s brand episode!! Aine’s first solo live episode!! I’m excited

I still enjoy how everyone is doing stretches in the op and then.. Ema, balancing plates

I wonder if the less everyday-fashion-looking coords in the magazine are previews for future aistars brands....!! like

this could be some sort of cool-type gothic brand (victorian look, the cross on the bodice)--according to the little bit of text you can see it’s called [Something] Shadow--or

this asian-style dress could be from Maika’s sexy-type brand?! Maika has that asian-style hairstyle (side bun = anime shorthand for asian style) + accessory going on, and look how much of the screen this coord gets to take up!! I see the kanji for moon and flower there, but like Sakurairo Kaden (桜色花伝) it’s probably four characters, so Moon [Something] Flower [Something].

or.... this is nothing, and I just wasted a lot of time trying to pause at the exact right moment to read as much of that as I could lmao!!!!

MOMONE IS CUTE!!!

MIO IS ALSO REALLY CUTE!!! ahhhhhhh

GASP BABY ODANGO MIO IS THE CUTEST!!! IM GOING TO EXPLODE

Chiharu-san....? oh! you mean Koharu-san, the stylist!

ohhh my god I can’t handle this,,, IN Chiharu’s office (?) there’s a sketch on her desk of an Aine-like girl in the Little Charmant coord meaning,,,, Chiharu is the designer of Sugar Melody?!? I love this SO MUCH I’m making a billion typos in my excitement to put it into words, like........ if Chiharu, a character that is obviously meant to remind us of Koharu, dark horse fan fav of aistars, apparently went on her own and secretly designed a dress perfectly in Aine’s image... then that means Yume and Koharu’s idol/designer relationship is going to be carried over to aifriends in spirit BUT with the added bonus of also calling back to the old aikatsu designer/idol mentor-like relationship!! this is literally the best of both aikatsu and aistars worlds and more than I could have ever hoped for........!!! 💘

WOW AND ALSO WHAT IF Chiharu, through her experience of being a stylist and helping fledgling idols find the brand to best suit them, found herself wanting to try being a designer, and was waiting for the right idol to come along... and then Aine transferred, and Chiharu realized on meeting her that this was the idol she was meant to design for, so her dream of being a designer would finally come true?! ahhhhhhok maybe I should just stop writing a fanfic here and watch the rest of the damn ep lmao!!! sorry!!

UUUUHHUUHU  THE SAD LOOK IN CHIHARUS EYES HERE WHEN Aine asks “Is Sugar Melody your brand?” and Chiharu replies “That’s not a brand. It’s just... something I draw as a hobby...” NOOOO O IT’S A BRAND AND I LOVE IT CHIHARU-SAN

Candy Party... I wonder if it’ll end up being a real brand (Ema’s?) or if it’s just a name in this one ep. anyway thank goodness they had no more muse spots left!! Sugar Melody x Aine forever

aww Aine already made friends with the girl who got the last muse spot. red-haired idol Nako-chan... hey WAIT, NAKO??

Girly Girly. ok, that’s def not a real brand name haha

oh noooo someone in a sound-only flashback discouraged Chiharu from becoming a designer... uuuuuuuuu (ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣﹏ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣)

Aine fell in love with Sugar Melody!!! follow your heart, Aine!!!!

the level of misunderstanding in this ‘suki’ scene is too perfect to explain and all I can say is that I can’t wait till the subs are out so everyone can share this experience. Mio’s face holy shit

Mio: “wakuwaku ga tomaranakunatte...” Y-Yume?!

geez I was so emotional about Aine getting the Little Charmant coord that I spaced out during the entire coord change scene

this Suite Precure stage is super cute in the game and even cuter in the anime. the performance is pretty darn adorable too... AHHH an aura!! I’m so proud of you, Aine!!

Maika is using Coco to stalk Aine... waaah Aine won the same award as Mio, for being the fans’ top newcomer idol!! congratulations, Aine!!

MAIKA’S CUTE TOO!! this ep was far too adorable and I’m exhausted. wait next week is about Maika!! yayyyyy yhhhh hh ok good night

#AIKATSU FRIENDS IS THE BEST ANIME AND AINE IS THE BEST IDOL!!! and so are mio and maika and ema and

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Last Sentence Tag

Tagged 5ever ago by @universalfanfic, thank you!

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

This was a really bad writing week so I didn’t have any recent writing to post, but I barfed up a few lines so I could stop letting this hang in the air lol. Just a bit of Maika being her salty self.

In the meantime, maybe I would avoid saying anything personal within the vicinity of my personal console. Just to be safe. Or perhaps I would begin to noisily compose a ballad about how Mirza’s home smelled of feet and her wares weren’t worth the dust her shop had been built on.

The wonderful thing about this tag is that no matter how many times it comes around your answer ought to be different, so I can just tag allllll of you every time ;D aren’t you all lucky? YOU’RE UP: @tundra-tiger @typeaadventures @h-brook-writes @prycarious @brynwrites @jesse-is-inarguably-purple @lilymaidofgallifrey @my-words-are-light @otramble @scribbledwriting @tangledlinescrumpledpaper @helenpowers @acfawkes @crispyninjadonut @authorloremipsum @lmartinezwrites and @universalfanfic you’re officially tagged back again ;D

#tag Rai #regular reminder that you too can join the mountain of tags with nothing more than a quick request #will I ever follow the rules of this tag game??? probably not #I much prefer posting entire paragraphs

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in too deep (part 1) - jules

jules x reader

warnings: a lil bit of violence (not in this part, but eventually) but not too bad, eensy weensy bit of smut in the beginning, SPOILERS FOR VILLAINS! so if you haven’t seen it, go watch it before you read this!!

notes: this literally just popped into mi cabeza because i thought “i wanna see a movie just like villains but with a pair of amateur lesbian criminals how amazing would that be”

so this is basically the plot of villains and THAT is how creative i am

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“fuck, oh my god that was so hot babe!” jules gushed from the passenger seat. “the way you jumped over that counter and waved that fucking gun? shit, babe!”

“fuck yes!” you mashed your lips against hers, a hand coming up to grip her jaw. you pulled apart, jamming the keys into the ignition and starting up the car. “let’s get the hell outta dodge!”

you sped away from the gas station, switching lanes onto a backroad, civilization becoming smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror.

“next stop florida!” you shouted at the top of your lungs. you looked over at your girlfriend, who was frantically trying to unbuckle herself to reach you. “babe, what are you doing?”

“uh, i’m so fucking pent up, gotta fuck. can we pull over?” she tugged on your arm, making the car veer slightly off the road.

“n-no, baby, i can’t. gotta get farther so they won’t find us, m’kay?” jules slung her arms around your neck, smacking wet, open-mouthed kisses on your pulse points. “c-can it wait?”

“no, need you now, baby.” she groaned, slipping one hand up your shirt, and the other into your shorts.

two of her fingers quickly slipped inside you, her other hand busying itself with kneading your breasts over your bra, while her lips mashed kisses all along your jaw and throat.

“f-fuck, baby!” you moaned, trying to focus on staying on the right side of the road, a task that was growing increasingly difficult by the minute under her ministrations.

you tried to keep your eyes open to make sure you stayed on the road, but suddenly the vehicle started losing momentum. much to your horror, you heard the engine start to sputter out as the car slowed to a stop.

“no, no, no, no, no, no! fuck!” you cried out, throwing your head back against the headrest.

jules head suddenly shot up, cocking to the side in confusion. “why’d we stop?”

you slammed your hands against the wheel in frustration. “we ran out of fucking gas.”

jules sat up in her seat, gaze sympathetic. “but we just robbed a-”

“i know, i know, i know! fuck!” you panicked, your heart beating faster and faster.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, we’ll just find another car.” she suggested optimistically.

“yeah, we’ll just find another car, just sitting outside with a full tank and keys in the ignition.” you exclaimed sarcastically. “fuck!” you rung your head in your hands, stepping out of the car to pace around.

jules came up behind you, holding your shoulders in a vice and clamping a hand over your mouth to stop your rambling. she placed a soft kiss on your forehead and sat down on the road.

“come down here, girlie.” she beckoned to you, looking calm as ever.

“what? no! julie, baby, we don’t have time for this, we gotta-” a sudden buzz of anxiety shot through you and you continued to pace, frantically gesturing with your hands.

“no, we gotta calm down first so we can think. sit down here with me.” ever the rational one, you decided to listen to her. “you know what? lay back, i’m gonna give you a car wash.”

“what? this isn’t really th-” you protested, but she slowly pushed your back to the ground and climbed onto your lap.

jules swept her blonde locks gently across your face, only pausing when she felt your heart rate slow. you opened your eyes, looking up at her brown ones like she hung the stars in the sky.

“i love you.” she grinned down at you, watching in awe as her hair framed your face so beautifully.

you smiled as she gave you a soft kiss.

“i know.”

she leaned back onto your thighs, squinting her eyes at something in the distance. “hey, look!”

you grabbed her waist, sitting up and angling your head to see what she was pointing at. you noticed it: a blue mailbox, standing out vibrantly against the warm tones of the fallen leaves.

“baby, those eyes!” you giggled, mashing your lips against hers. “you’re like a hawk! hawk woman!”

jules leaned back, laughing, and let out a hawk call.

you grabbed the bag, the crowbar, and the gun, and made your way towards the promising house.

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i’m kinda proud of this ngl i love the concept 🥰 this is gonna be 5 parts long, and i’ll release it every other week (if everything goes according to plan ofc)

also, if you like this, please let me know if you want to be tagged! i don’t really know any accounts that write for/stan jules, so i’m only tagging two people!

tags: @emmyrosee @flowers-in-your-hayr

#jules #jules villains #jules x reader #jules oneshot #jules imagine #jules fic #jules fanfic #jules fanfiction #villains #villains 2019 #maika monroe #maika monroe character #my writing

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in too deep (part 4) - jules 

jules x reader

warnings: for the first time in this story, probably nothing really major!! very vague description of piercing removal?? (this is me trying not to spoil the movie for anyone even though this is the fourth part lol)

notes: this might be a little short, but if you look at the footnotes of the last part, i explained why

also should i say like what’s coming next before every piece like up here in this section or does nobody care bc i would totally do that SO next week is either going to be henry fluff, roman fluff, or roman smut 😳 if i finish them all before next week, you guys can let me know which one you want if you wanna do that

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  “i’ve told you a hundred times, the business model is flawless,” you repeated. “every day we roll outta bed, hit the shore, and scoop up a day’s worth of merchandise. you know, nice shiny shells, maybe some skipping rocks; and then we spend the afternoon sellin’ ‘em. it’s pure profit, julie.”

  “yeah, babe, that’s a good idea n’ all, but what happens when we get too big? we’re gonna have to hire a shell finder, and then it won’t be pure profit anymore. that could bleed us dry.” jules countered. 

  “shit, that’s a good point. what if instead of paying him, we give him a chunk of the company? like equity, right?” you suggested. 

  “oh yeah, true.” she murmured. “well we have the business model and all, but what are we gonna call it?” 

you were trying to keep your calm, even in this terrible situation. you found that talking about the future, even though said future was entirely dependent on the fact that the two of you made it out of here alive, helped to quell your anxiety. or maybe it was just the fact that jules had an incredibly calming effect on you. 

  “hmmm, that’s a good one. i feel like that’s all you. i think you’re a little more creative than i am. i’m just the numbers girl.” you responded. the tinny, tapping noise of her tongue stud as she was deep in thought irked you. “babe, could you stop that? i keep tellin’ you, you’re gonna ruin your enam- oh fuck, wait!”

  “what?” she asked confusedly. “your tongue ring! th-the stud!” you exclaimed. “what about it?”

  “the locks- i can pick the locks with it!” you tried to maintain a low volume; after all, this plan didn’t need to be spoiled only moments after it’s conception. 

  “baby, it’s in my tongue,” jules reminded you. “how are you gonna get it out?” you winced as you realized the lengths your girlfriend would have to go to to get the two of you out of here. 

  “maybe if you do that thing that i hate - the one with your teeth - and just kinda pull on it, maybe it’ll just sorta, pop out?” you proposed. you heard a hefty sigh from behind you, hopefully signaling an attempt to escape. 

  “fine, i’ll try it.” you listened silently as she grunted behind you, pulling with all the force her tongue could muster. “sorry, babe, my tongue isn’t strong enough.”

  “no, your tongue is so strong! it’s a great, strong tongue! could you try again?” you begged, but to no avail, jules knew she couldn’t pull it out. “what if you - um - just, like, kinda turn towards me - yeah, yeah, like that, and i just sorta - clamp down on it with my teeth and, y’know, remove it.”

jules spun back around at lightspeed, slamming her mouth shut as she internally cringed at your suggestion. “that’s gonna fucking kill!”

  “i know, baby, i know it’s gonna hurt! believe me, i wish i had the piercing in my tongue, but i don’t.” you hung your head down in desperation. “julie, please, this is our only chance outta here.” 

  “you owe me,” she grumbled in acceptance. you heard the sound of fabric shuffling against the frigid concrete and you turned to meet her halfway. 

  “i owe you.” you whispered to her, placing a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “you ready?” she nodded, holding her tongue out and closing her eyes as she braced herself for what was sure to be very painful. 

  “okay, one, two,” on three, you yanked your head back, successfully pulling the stud out. she clamped her mouth shut rapidly, trying to contain her scream. before you could praise her, the basement door swung open and in came george holding some sort of food. 

you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you thought. you kept your mouth sealed, hiding the ring beneath your tongue and hoping that jules would do the same. george approached the two of you, humiliatingly waving a ladle full of the dish in front of your face. 

  “come on, eat up. we don’t want you starvin’ down here now.” george smirked, his expression turning into scowl when you refused the food. “no? well, how ‘bout you?” he shoved the spoon towards jules, but he received the same response. 

  “fine. you’re gonna have to eat at some point, and i don’t particularly give a damn whether it’s my wife’s food or your own goddamn fingers.” he grumbled before heading back upstairs. as soon as the door closed, you heard jules spit the contents of her mouth onto the ground, panting as she took in breaths. “fuck.”

  “shit, that was a close one,” you dropped the ring from your teeth into your open palm. “you good, babe?”

  “yeah,” she groaned at the nasty taste in her mouth. “i just swallowed a bunch of blood. tasted like metal.” 

  “don’t worry, i got it from here.” you prodded at the keyhole with the stud, jabbing at it from every direction you could muster. you sighed as you couldn’t seem to get a good angle on your own cuffs. “fuck.”

  “what is it?” jules asked. “y/n, don’t tell me we just ripped a hole in my tongue for no reason.”

  “no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no way! here just - let me try and get at yours. could you like, sorta, present them to me?” she shuffled into the perfect place just within your reach. “yes, baby! that’s great!”

  “alright you motherfucker. come on, you little piece of shit, fuckin’ dickbag,” you cursed to yourself as you jammed the stud every which way. “you little piece of fucking shit... oh, i fucking got it!” you exclaimed. 

  “oh yes, baby!” jules shimmied out of the cuffs, turning around to press little kisses all over your neck and cheeks. “i love you so much!”

as much as you loved her affection, you loved the idea of escaping this hellhole even more. “alright, alright,” you panted through a smile. “no time to waste. get mine.”

  “okay, what do i do?” she questioned as she took the stud out of your fingers. “you just kind of stick ‘em in there, and then you kinda move it around until you find a catch point.” you answered. 

  “relax and feel it,” you directed, feeling her nimble fingers working the pin into the lock. “yeah, that’s right, just feel it. come on!”

suddenly, you heard a small snap, emanating from the cuffs. “oops,” jules mumbled under her breath. you forgot how to breathe for a moment. “oops?” you wondered out loud. “it, um, it broke.” she spoke so quietly she was nearly whispering. 

  “ohyougottabefuckingkiddingme,” you breathed out, trying to will the lump in your throat and the tears behind your eyes to go away as to not make your girlfriend feel bad. “whe- where’d it break?” you asked, expecting the worst possible answer. 

  “it - uh, it probably broke inside and now it’s just kind of in there!” she panicked. “oh baby. baby, i’m so sorry. i fucked it all up!” her head hit the pole with a soft thud. 

  “no, no, no, no, no, no, no! it’s okay, it’s okay!” you tried to deescalate the situation as fast as you could; the last thing you needed on top of being chained to a post was your girlfriend to have a breakdown. “hey, hey, come over here! c’mere, c’mere!” she crawled in front of you, wringing her head in her hands as she apologized profusely. “hey, it’s okay. you did your best. look, my leg is fucked, i can hardly walk anyways. it doesn’t matter. you got this, okay?”

despite your reassurance, jules still seemed a little shaky. “i- i don’t even know what to do, though. w-what do i do?” she looked over to sweetiepie who was waving her hand at them. “what is it?” she pointed in the opposite direction, directing jules’ gaze to an escape. “holy shit, it’s a laundry chute!” 

a spark set off inside you; maybe getting out of here was possible after all. “can you get up there?” she nodded confidently as if to say ‘of course i can’. she pulled you into a fierce kiss, catching you by surprise. “i love you,”

  “i love you too,” she grinned, making her way over to the chute and hoisting herself up inside, disappearing from your view.

you turned to sweetiepie, a desperate look on your face. “she better make it outta here.”

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oops i may have accidentally went back and watched the movie a fifth time just to refresh myself on some of the dialogue but it was an accident i assure you

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#jules #jules x reader #jules imagine #jules oneshot #jules fanfiction #jules fanfic #jules fic #jules villains #villains #villains 2019 #maika monroe #maika monroe character #my writing

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in too deep (part 3)- jules

jules x reader

warnings: language, anxiety, creepiness, some violence, homophobia, overall just weird vibes (if you’ve seen the movie you know what i’m talking about)

TW: MENTIONS OF NON-CON (please don’t read if you’re triggered by this!! this was the bit of the story i had to change for the story to make sense since i swapped mickey’s gender. it doesn’t actually happen, but if the threat triggers you, do NOT READ!!!)

notes: i’m gonna try and keep this one shorter bc writing long chapters stresses me out

also! i’m writing this based on a pdf of the original script for the movie, so some dialogue may be different, or it may be my own creation because believe it or not, there are times that i do in fact possess creativity!!

you woke up with a jolt, dreams of the strangest variety plaguing your subconscious. you reached up to touch your pounding head- well, at least you would’ve if it wasn’t restrained. 

  “what the hell?” you tugged on the handcuffs, quickly realizing your legs were tied down, too, rendering you completely immobile. upon discovering this, you began to panic, breaking out in a cold sweat as you called out for your security blanket. “jules! jules!” 

  “she’s not gonna hear you. she’s down in the basement with sweetiepie.” gloria said calmly as she entered the room. 

not impressed with her answer, you questioned her. “what are you gonna do to her?” 

  “my, my. you asked about her safety before even questioning yours! the bond the two of you share must be stronger than i thought.” she mused, looking down at your panicked expression. “your belle is safe and sound, don’t worry. but if you want to see her again, you’re going to have to cooperate.”

  “cooperate? what the fuck are you gonna do to me?” you wrenched at your restraints, your heart rate beginning to pick up sufficiently. you depended on jules more than any other person in your life, and without her, you began to quickly unravel. 

  “just sit tight, all will be revealed soon enough.” gloria stated with an eerie smile. you hated how calm she was, it made you feel like she knew something you didn’t. “would you like to see some photos of my son?”

was she serious? look at some photos of her son? all you wanted was their car! how did you end up in this mess? the sudden aggravation caused you to lose your composure. 

  “no, i don’t wanna see any pictures of your fucking son! i wanna get my girlfriend and that fucking kid and get the fuck out of here!” you screamed. “i wanna get the fuck away from you and your crazy ass husband! i wa-” your sudden outburst was cut off by a firm slap, giving you little time to react before gloria had you in a chokehold.

  “you keep your damn mouth shut! you won’t refer to anyone in this family like that under my roof!” you spat in her face, taking in a wheezing breath as she let go of you to wipe her face. her sudden anger morphed into what you assumed was her signature brand of unnerving calmness. 

  “you wanted to know what i’m going to do to you? i’ll tell you.” she smiled creepily. “you see, george and i have wanted our own children for the longest time, but that’s just not what the good lord had planned for us. so think of yourself as a vessel for us. an oven for our bun, if you will.”

your jaw dropped, the color in your face draining as your eyes widened in shock. “fuck! what the fuck? that’s so fucking fucked up! you’re not gonna fucking touch me, you bitch!” you couldn’t catch your breath, your chest heaving with every intake of air. 

gloria got up to leave, her long skirt spinning with a flourish as she made her way to the bedroom door. “d-don’t f-fucking leave,” you wheezed as she exited the room, slamming the door behind her.

  “jules!” you shouted. “jules, please fucking help me,” you whimpered, shutting your eyes in defeat.

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time ticked by slowly, your arms and shoulders starting to ache as they were held in the same position. you tried to reposition them to get some relief, but none came. 

suddenly, you heard the door click open, your eyes flitting up hopefully. gloria entered with a grin on her painted lips, making her way towards you. 

while you were in the room by yourself, you had used the time wisely to come up with what would hopefully be a successful escape plan. you looked up at her with your best puppy dog eyes. “gloria, can we talk?” 

  “absolutely. what’s on your mind?” it was creepy how quickly she seemed to get over your defiance from earlier, but you pushed the thought from your mind. 

  “well, honestly, your proposal.” you began. “i know how i acted the other day was totally uncalled for, and i’ve reconsidered.”

  “well, you didn’t really have much of a choice, sweetheart, but i’m glad you feel that way.” she stroked a hand over your stomach, making you feel physically sick. “is there anything else?”

  “yeah, there is. can we start now? i wanna start these happy nine months as soon as i can.” you faked a smile, the words coming out of your mouth churning your insides. 

  “well yes, i guess that could be arranged,” she moved to get up and you panicked, your plan quickly setting out of motion. 

  “wait!” you exclaimed. “can you uncuff me? i don’t think it would really be enjoyable if i was tied down like i am now.”

she looked skeptical, but sat down next to you anyways. “give me one good reason you wouldn’t be trying to escape as soon as i untied you.”

  “well, i’ve had a change of heart.” no i haven’t. “i’ve considered it, and i think you’re right.” no you’re not. “i think this experience would be really beneficial to me,” no it wouldn’t. “especially if i wasn’t chained to the bed the whole time.” definitely not.

  “it seems that you’ve really put some thought into this, i’m very proud of you.” gloria crooned. she sat on the side of the mattress, working on uncuffing your hands from the bedposts. as soon as both your hands were free, you took a tight grip of her hair and used your body weight to launch her off of you and onto the floor. she cried out, clutching her head as you worked at the ropes around your ankles. 

  “you psycho fucking bitch!” you cursed at her. “i’m getting my girlfriend and that fucking kid and we’re getting the fuck out of here!” once your legs were finally free, you took off, running down the stairs as the damsel called out for her husband. 

you raced towards the door, prying at the handle, when a gunshot goes off right next to your head. you jumped in fear, raising your hands in defense to see george at the top of the staircase, wielding your pistol. 

  “exactly what in the hell do you think you’re doing? get your ass up here!” he shouted, waving the weapon threateningly. when you stood frozen in your tracks, he spoke again. “i’m a crack shot, kid. i missed you on purpose that time. now get on up here.” 

you grudgingly headed up the stairs, keeping your wide eyes facing straight ahead. you heard gloria sobbing in the other room, sounding as distraught as ever, and you knew you were in for it. “who the hell raised you like that? you of all people making a woman cry like that.”

  “i’d blow your brains out if i thought you had any,” george sighed. “well, i’ll tell you one thing; you’re a bit too spry for my liking.” 

suddenly, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet ripped through the meat of your thigh. you screamed in agony, clutching the wound as you cried out. “fuck! what the fuck? you just fucking shot me!”

he acted like it was nothing, simply tossing a towel at you to stop the bleeding. “quit your whinin’, ya sally. we’ll get you bandaged up.”

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  “don’t make me put another bullet in ‘ya. just behave, goddammit!” george growled as he dragged you down the basement stairs. through your hazy vision, you were able to make out jules handcuffed to a pole not too far away from the girl. he drops you to the floor, yanking your hands behind your back and cuffing them next to jules’. 

  “y/n!” jules called out, a happy yet worried smile making its way onto her lips. her gaze landed on your leg, her eyes widening when she saw the bloody wrappings. “oh my god! you motherfucker, what did you do to her?”

  “what are you blind? i shot her.” george stated matter-of-factly. “now you two keep quiet down here. keep an eye on ‘em, sweetiepie.” he looked over to the girl before heading upstairs.

  “fuck, i’m so happy you’re alive, baby! i heard those gunshots go off and i was so scared i was gonna lose you! are you okay?” jules blurted out, trying to turn towards you. 

  “it hurts so fucking bad, but i’m okay.” you panted, breathing labored. you wriggled your arms, pulling on the cuffs frustratingly. 

  “can you pick it?” jules asks hopefully. your heavy eyes darted around the basement, searching for something in arm’s reach small enough to fit in the keyhole. 

  “i don’t have anything to pick it with.” you huffed, leaning your head back against the pole as tears of frustration brimmed your eyes. “shit!”

you peeled your eyes open to look around the room once more, eyes landing on sweetiepie as she stared back at you in fascination. you had had enough of this little girl; she was the reason you were in this whole mess. if she just would’ve fucking cooperated, the three of you could be outta here and on the route to florida. “oh, i’m so glad you’re here, i didn’t get the chance to say fuck you!”

jules nudged you with her elbow, as if to discourage you from swearing at the child. “leave her alone, she feels bad. she didn’t know what she was doing.”

  “how the hell do you know? she talked?” you asked in confusion at her statement. 

  “i don’t know, i just do.” jules shrugged. sweetiepie had resumed playing with her toys once more, the little princess dolly riding away on the heroic stallion’s back. you sighed at the seemingly hopeless situation, letting your eyes fall shut. 

this was gonna be a long night. 

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okay so an itty bitty change of plans: if this ended where it was originally supposed to, it would be really long and kinda unsatisfying (to me at least), so i’m splitting this into two chapters. 

which means that instead of a 5-part series, this will be 6 parts! it just makes more sense to me that way. 

anyway, i hope you guys enjoy!! i really had fun writing this part!

tags: @emmyrosee​ @flowers-in-your-hayr​​ @willyourecognisemee​ @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass​

#jules #jules x reader #jules imagine #jules oneshot #jules fic #jules fanfic #jules fanfiction #jules villains #villains #villains 2019 #maika monroe #maika monroe character #my writing

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in too deep (part 2) - jules

jules x reader

warnings: drug use, very very slight violence, that’s pretty much it

notes: this is LOOOONNNGG probably the longest thing i’ve written,, ever and i apologize!! there was nowhere satisfying to stop in between the markers i’ve set in my mind for these chapters without creating two unsatisfyingly short chapters instead of one satisfying long one

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“fuckin’ score!” you squealed as jules let you down from the garage window. “now we just gotta get in there.”

you walked along the path towards the front door, rolling your eyes at the stereotypical garden gnomes with their happy painted faces.

jules held the crowbar towards you. “need this?”

“babe, please. we’re not barbarians,” you pulled out a paper clip from your jacket pocket, unfolding it and maneuvering it into the lock. you heard a familiar metallic tapping noise, prompting you to scold your girlfriend. “jules, please stop fucking with that, it’s gonna wreck your enamel.”

she mumbled an apology and you heard the lock click successfully. “yes! yes, i fucking got it!”

“you did it baby! you’re so fucking good!” jules kisses all over your cheek and jaw, pulling you in for a smooch on the lips. you wanted to lose yourself in her touch, but you remembered time was of the essence if you wanted to get the fuck out of here.

you yanked on the handle, but to your surprise, the door remained shut. “what the- it’s fucking dead bolted. who the fuck deadbolts their door? this is a great neighborhood!”

“take this,” jules thrusted the crowbar into your hands, watching as you pried the thing open, the wood splintering to the ground.

the both of you entered the home cautiously, peeking around corners as you held the gun up in self defense. jules headed into the kitchen, searching for a likely spot for some car keys. you surveyed the dining room, finding that nothing particularly stuck out to you during your search. 

  “find anything?” you asked your girlfriend. she shook her head no, eyeing around suspiciously before casting her gaze on the bowl of fruit perched perfectly on the countertop. 

  “it’s fake.” she stated seriously. you fought the urge to smile at her goofiness, choosing to nod affirmingly before heading upstairs. you rifled through countless dresser drawers, hoping to come across a set of goddamn keys. you came across an old video camera that appeared to be from 2004, but upon further inspection, the battery seemed to be dead. you tossed it over your shoulder, hearing the equipment land with a thud on the carpeting behind you. 

you unceremoniously plopped down on the couch next to jules, leaning back with a heavy sigh. “nothing?”

  “yo tengo nada.” she mumbled before stuffing a heaping spoonful of cereal into her mouth. you glanced down at her sour expression. 

  “stale?” you queried. “stale.” she affirmed, spitting the sugary wheat back into the bowl and tossing it over her shoulder. 

  “okay, time to think. no keys, so we gotta come up with something else.” you suggested, slinging an arm over her shoulders. 

  “it might help if we have a creative boost, you know?” she smirked, placing the bag onto your lap. a devilish grin made its way onto your face as you kissed the corner of her mouth.

  “mmm, i like the way you think, babygirl,” you took out a vial of coke and a credit card, dividing the substance up into lines on the back of some travel guide on the coffee table that looked like it was from the 70s. jules ripped a page out of another magazine and rolled it up into a tube. she went first and you followed, snorting a line as an idea popped into your head. 

  “gas! we’ll siphon the gas!” you shouted, turning towards your girlfriend to see what she thought. 

  “what? oh, that’s great, baby!” she leaned in for another kiss, but you were already up and pacing the living room floor. 

  “yeah, yeah, that’ll work. we just need, like, a gas can or something to put it in, and then we can put it back in the car!” you grinned, looking to jules for some input. 

  “yes! we don’t even need that much, we can just- fuck, you’re so fuckin’ smart, baby!” she slammed you into the wall, furiously smashing her lips to yours as she reached into your back pocket to grope your ass. 

  “mmmph! wait, baby- wai- we c-can’t do this now,” you managed between moans.

“what, you don’t want it?” she pouted, pulling away from you.

“no! fuck no! you know i want it, you know i fuckin’ wanna fuck all over this place, but we have to get back to the car before it gets towed or something.” you reasoned, pulling her hands back into yours.

“you’re right, i’m so sorry, baby.” she averted her gaze towards the ground, picking at her nails nervously.

“don’t ever apologize for that shit. that’s love.” you smiled, cheeks turning pink when she smiled back at you. you pressed your lips to hers, savoring her taste as you kissed her slowly.

you decided to head into the basement to find a hose and, after a debate over who should go down first, jules bravely headed down into the darkness. the two of you split up, figuring you could cover more ground separately. she crept up behind you, groaning when you jolted and shifted the beam of your flashlight into her eyes.

“there’s nothing down here. come on, babe,” she moved from your field of vision, the flashlight suddenly casting on a little girl chained to a pipe, her sudden presence making you scream.

“what?” jules turned around, practically jumping out of her skin when she saw the child.

“w-what the fuck?” you exclaimed. “what the fuck?” you asked her if she was alright, but she stayed silent, looking at the two of you as if she’d just seen you flush her pet fish down the toilet.

“y/n, we have to get her out of here,” jules stated firmly. “look at the lock, can you pick it?”

“can i pick it? baby, that fucker’s industrial. not gonna happen.” you crossed your arms. “and besides, we don’t know where her parents are, or why she’s chained up in the fucking basement! that’s a huge fucking red flag, julie! i mean, this- this is practically a red flag factory!”

“baby, i love you, but there’s no fucking way i’m leaving if that little girl isn’t coming with us. can you figure out some way to get the chain off her? pretty please?” she begged.

you tapped your foot anxiously, eyes darting around the open space in the basement. you sighed, looking back at her pleading expression. “fuck you, and fuck those goddamn puppy eyes of yours.”

her face brightened, clinging to your side and pressing kisses to your cheeks lovingly.

“okay, the chain is connected to the pipe, so we don’t have to pick the lock, we can just cut the pipe. we just need a saw of some kind.” you looked over to her.

  “that’s my girl,” she grinned widely. “it doesn’t really look like there’s any tools down here. maybe a knife would work?”

you headed up to the kitchen, rifling through drawers and drawers of utensils. you quickly grew frustrated with the lack of anything sharp in this seemingly childproof home. “butter knives! just fucking butter knives! what, do these people not eat steak?” you growled in irritation. you looked over to jules who had a shocked expression on her face as she stared at something behind you. you spun around to see a couple standing there, a baby in the woman’s arms. 

you grabbed the nearest object, which turned out to be a meat tenderizer and held it threateningly towards the intruders. the man took a step forwards, triggering your protective instinct as you aimed the gun at him. 

he held his hands up in defense, backing away from you. “alright, easy now. we don’t want any trouble. take what you want; money, jewelry, whatever you’re looking for just take and go on your way.”

  “we don’t want your money.” you stepped towards them, standing in front of jules and trying to assert your dominance. 

  “you can have the mallet if you’re keen on it.” the man assured. you shook your head, tossing it to the floor with a metallic clang. “is this your house?” the man nodded. “you live here full time? this isn’t a rental situation?”

  “no it is not. what exactly is going on here?” he asked curiously. against her better judgement, jules stepped out from behind me, her brows furrowed. 

  “okay then. we wanna know why the fuck you have a little girl chained up in your basement, that’s what we wanna know.” she shouted, crossing her arms aggressively. “tell em’, babe.”

  “y-yeah, what the fuck?” you gestured towards them with the gun in confusion. you wanted to look over to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to take your eyes off the suspicious couple. 

  “oh lord, and here i thought you were gonna rob us,” the man laughed in relief. “that’s just sweetiepie. she’s been acting out at school, that’s just what we do to discipline he-”

  “chaining a child to the floor is no way of disciplining her! we’re getting her the fuck out of here and taking her somewhere safe!” jules cut in, fiery with passion. 

the man’s wife joined the conversation, shouting something about coming in uninvited and kidnapping her daughter before her husband calmed her down. “no! don’t you dare take her away from us! i won’t have that poor girl subjected to your sinful lifestyle!”

“watch your fuckin’ mouth, lady!” jules pointed at her angrily.

you and george pulled your partners away from each other, calming them down before continuing to speak. “listen, we have a second car in the garage. and if for one reason or another, that second car were to go missing, we might not report that incident for some time. but if you were to take my daughter with you, you’d be forcing my hand to call the police in a much more timely manner.”

your shoulders sagged, looking over to jules as she stood strong. you admired her for her ability to never take shit from anyone. 

  “you can’t stand here and tell me you don’t wish you never went down those stairs.” he was right and he knew it. you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, so you decided to do what you did best: break the tension.

  “i just realized nobody knows each other’s names here. i’ll start. i’m y/n, and this beautiful thing is my girl jules.” you exhaled through your nose. you turned to see jules looking pissed off, whether at you for opening your mouth or the situation. 

  “i’m sorry, i can’t believe we haven’t introduced ourselves! i’m george, and this here’s my wife, gloria.” george proudly announced, tossing an arm over gloria’s shoulder. 

  “nice to meet you, george and gloria. now that we all know each other, let me tell you something.” your face fell serious. “we’re taking that girl and you’re not saying shit to the police. you wanna know why you won’t say shit? because you’re fucking psychopaths with a little girl chained up in your basement! and there’s no way you can call the police without risking them finding out about the fact that you’re fucking psychopaths with a little girl chained up in their basement!”

you watched as they shifted uncomfortably, feeling pride in your words against them. you spared a glance towards jules, grinning inside when you saw the proud look on her face. 

  “get the fucking keys, george.”

you found yourselves in the basement, watching george’s every move as he unlocked the girl. jules stood a few feet behind you, pinning gloria’s arms to her back.

  “you’re free, come here!” she didn’t move. “chains are off dude, let’s get the fuck outta here!” 

the girl clung to george’s leg in fear, causing a prideful grin to appear on the man’s face. 

  “you can come with us now! we’ll have fun, we can find you a great family. hey, we could even get burgers and ice cream, how does that sound? have you ever even had a burger?” you joked. 

you placed a hand on her shoulder but she turned and bit it, making you squeal and jump back from her. george took this opportunity to slam his head into yours with such brute force that you blacked out on impact as you fell to the ground, the gun clattering out of your grasp. 

jules’ muffled voice frantically screaming your name was the last thing you heard before you fell completely unconscious. 

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i had to make a few changes, some for creative purposes, some just bc i felt like it

and yES i CUT OUT THE SCENE WHERE THEY READ EACH OTHER IM SORRY IT WAS GETTING LONGER AND LONGER AND STRESSING ME TF OUT

also i don’t like how long this is writing things this long stresses me out and as i’m typing this at 7:24 i realize this was supposed to be out 8 hours ago

also also for my taglist, i’m adding people who either liked or reblogged, but feel free to message me if you do/don’t want to be tagged!!

tags: @emmyrosee @bill-skarsgard-owns-my-ass @flowers-in-your-hayr​ @willyourecognisemee​

#jules #jules x reader #jules imagine #jules oneshot #jules fic #jules fanfic #jules fanfiction #jules villains #villains 2019 #maika monroe #maika monroe character #my writing