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legaciezzz · 3 years

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Boy Problems

Hope x Male Reader

Genre: Chapter Fic

Request: Hi, uh so I'm new to the legacies fandom so if this request sucks.. Sorry. Could you do one where the readers a human and mystic falls high. Hopes upset that landon moving on and is lonely, the readers also sad becuase he just got dumped, so they become fuck buddies but fall for each other. When everyone remembers hope, landon tries to win hope back but she's already fallen in love with the reader and picks him over landon. Uh if you Could write smut please.. If you're comfortable that is

A/N: Welcome to the fandom! Don't worry the request is just fine!

Song: Imported by Jesse Reyez ft. 6lack

You sighed before stepping out of your car. It had been two weeks since your ex dumped, just as things seemed to be getting serious, so now you've been spending nights like these alone lately. You got out and started to walk across town square, as you made you way to the grill you noticed a girl on one of the benches, but the closer you got you could hear some crying.

"Hey."

Hope glanced up at you then quickly looked away to wipe her tears. "Hey."

"You okay?" you said.

"Yeah. Just boy problems."

"I feel that-- I mean girl problems, not boy problems." You stammered as you tried to correct yourself, which made her huff a laugh. "I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Hope."

"Hey, you know what helps with boy problems? Stuffing your face with food. I'm actually heading to the grill if you want, must be pretty chilly out here."

She looked up at you and flashed a soft smile. "I'm fine."

You nodded before heading off inside but later came back with a to go bag and a milkshake.

"Mind if I sit here?" you asked.

Hope didn't expect to see you as she looked up over her shoulder again.

"I know what you said, but misery loves company, right?"

"Thanks." she said, sliding over.

You sat down, laying the food out between you two. "I don't know what you like, so I just got you a burger and fries."

"That's alright."

“You want to talk about it? The boy problems?”

“You know, I’ve kind of spilled my guts to a stranger already.”

“Well I bet that stranger didn’t get you any comfort food.” you said, popping a french fry in you mouth.

“Actually, he did give me a peanut butter blast.”

“Peanut butter blast, really? I’ve always kind of thought was overrated.”

Hope raised her eyebrows with a light smile. “Oh really? And what’s your shake of choice?”

“Strawberry. And you know what’s even better than that?” You took the lid off your milkshake and dipped another one of your fries in it.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

“What? It’s good, it’s the perfect combination of sweet and salty. Come on, don’t hate on it until you’ve tried it.”

She shook her head. “No way.”

“Fine, but you’re missing out.” you said, eating it.

The two sat on the bench and talked while you ate. You asked her if she was new in town so you gave a run down of the workings of Mystic Falls and Hope nodded along to all the things she already knew and then you both got into your relationship problems. Then eventually it got late and was time to go home.

“You need a ride home?”

“No, it’s fine. You’ve already done enough, it’s all good.”

“You sure? It’s really not a problem.”

“I’m sure. I, uh, live close to to here actually.”

“Alright then. “ you said getting up, and patting your pockets for that pencil you forgot to put in your binder. “Well I’m just going to leave my number here on this napkin and if you need a friend or anything, feel free to hit me up.”

. . .

You got home after the big fight with the stallions and was patching yourself up when Hope sent you a text asking if you were free to hang out.

"Hey. Come in."

"Hey. Your parents home?" she asked as she stepped inside, making sure she wasn't interrupting anything.

"No. My mom's working late and my dad's out with some friends, we're good." you assured her before closing the door behind her.

You made your way back to the couch to make another attempt at bandaging your hand and that's when Hope saw it along with the shiner on your temple.

"What happened?" she asked, sparked with concern.

"You did hear? There was this huge brawl between the Timberwolves and the Stallions after the game. Again apparently."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, don't worry it could've been worse. Like this one guy, Aaron: broken nose."

You continued to wrap your hand until Hope intervened, taking a seat next to you. "Here. Let me help you with that." she said, seeing as you were doing it wrong.

You watched her, she was gentle and you noticed how soft her hands were. You then looked up at her and just stared for a moment.

"What?" Hope asked, catching you after she was done.

"Nothing." you said, but still somehow you couldn't take your eyes off her. She was just so pretty. You just kept staring into those blue eyes of hers, then you noticed your gaze slipping down to her lips.

To your surprise, she leaned in first for the kiss. You kissed once before pulling back, then you both dove back in. She grabbed your neck and pulled you closer while your went up her thigh. Eventually, you found yourself on top of her, your hand gliding up to her breast.

You could feel yourself growing hard as things progressed, and so could she. She broke away from you. "You have any--"

"In my room."

You two got up from the couch and went to your room where you started to strip each other of your clothes, kicking the door shut behind you.

As soon as your underwear fell to the floor she immediately pushed you onto bed, crawling in your lap. You could feel your cock getting even stiffer from her hips rocking back and forth.

You reached over into your desk drawer beside your bed and took out a condom. Hope lifted her hips up so you could slip the rubber on. She lowered herself onto you. Moans fell from both of your lips as she adjusted to your size.

She wrapped her arms around you as she began to ride you, her pace starting slow. she let out a moan which was muffled by your lips. She held on tight as you rocked your body. You felt your lips move along her jaw as your hands grabbed her ass.

"Fuck.." she groaned as you nipped at her ear.

You moved down, biting gently down on her collarbone and leaving a mark. Hope bit her lip as she started to ride harder. You felt your lips move along her bare chest as you moved downward. You used your bandaged hand to knead her breast . As you did so Hope arched her back, moaning as you teased her.

"Ah..yeah..." You moved your lips to her nipple, sucking on it and making her gasp.

You stopped her a second then flipped her over onto the bed, as you did so you lost your balance and fell on top of her. You both laughed as you propped yourself back up.

“Sorry, that usually goes better.” you said.

Hope giggled as she kissed you. She pressed your body up against hers as you slid back into her. You started to thrust your hips and eventually you found your way back to the pace you guys were once at before as you felt her legs wrap around your waist.

"Mmmm.." you moaned.

"Oh fuck.." Hope whined.

You quickened your pace and a few moments later you could feel yourself coming closer to your climax. You could also tell she was coming as her body convulsed and she dug her nails into your back. You gently ran your fingertips over her clit.

"I'm gonna..." she said in a long-winded whine as you felt her tighten around you.

You guys came and rode out your highs together. You collapsed besides her. “Wow..”

“Yeah...” Once you guys caught your breath, she got up and slipped on your shirt. “I should get cleaned up.”

“For sure,” you said, sitting up. “It’s the second door on the right.”

She left and you took of your condom and threw it away, using a tissue to clean off the excess on you. You then crashed back on to the bed and when Hope got back, you were already passed out.

The next morning, the both of you tangled amongst the sheets, you were woken up by a loud knock at your door. "Y/N, get up. You're gonna be late for school." you heard your father say.

You swore under your breath as you glanced over to Hope who looked just as startled as you. "I'm up." you called out.

"I'm off to work. And your mom's asleep so don't wake her up."

"Alright, see ya."

You waited for your father to leave before you and Hope started to scramble for your clothes and slip them on.

As you guys made you way to the door, you paused when you caught a glance of the kitchen. "Shit. Hey, I'll buy you breakfast on our way to school."

"it's fine, you don'––"

"You serious? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Don't worry about it." you smiled, holding the door for her.

You pulled up to the school after making a pitstop for some coffee and whatnot. You sat awkwardly quiet for a second before Hope opened the door.

"Thanks." Hope said.

"Yeah, no problem.. I had a good time last night."

"Me too... Anyways I should probably get going." She opened the door and step, grabbing her coffee, then Maya ran into her.

"Y/N, I didn't know you knew Hope." Maya greeted.

"Just giving the her a ride, that's all." you replied, flashing a friendly smile.

"And a coffee? I should let you drive me around too." she joked.

"Alright, I better find a place to park. See you guys around."

While you drove off, Maya teased Hope about you as they walked together, but Hope wasn't really one to kiss and tell.

You guys still saw each other around school, but the next time you hooked up was at a house party Maya convinced Hope to going to. You had caught her sitting on a couch as everyone else mingled. You managed to get her to loosen up and dance with you then when one thing led to another, you two ended up hook up in the bathroom.

After that you and Hope found yourselves hooking up even more, mostly when you were feeling lonely. Then because it felt good and you had grown really fond of each other. As your 'relationship' progressed, you started hooking up not just outside of school, like texting each other during class to make out under the bleachers. Soon people started notice how much you two hung out, the hickeys on your neck and how Hope sometimes wore your letterman's jacket.

There was a fine line between whether you and Hope were dating or just something casual. You agreed on labelling yourselves as friends, even though at this point you knew there was a real connection forming, but you were okay with that or at least you thought you were. There would be days where she would run off with no explanation and when she returned she suddenly started act strange around you.

"I don't know, Man, she just seems weird all the time lately. You think it's her ex?" you said to Ethan as you helped set up for the Commonwealth Day festival.

"Have you thought of talking to her, maybe?" He replied.

"Come on, no one wants to be that guy."

"Do you like her?"

"I don't know. Things are just better when she's around and I don't want anything screw it up."

"Then I think you know what you should do. Anyways, we should get to practice."

As you guys left for practice, you looked around for Hope only to find that she disappeared somewhere. This was becoming very like her now.

You kept thinking about Hope throughout the day and what you might say. You tried texting her a couple times here and there, but she didn't answer.

After you when done with you were done with your plans for the day, you went to the festival where saw Hope at one of the tables.

"Hope?" you said, taking a seat by her.

"Y/N. Hey." she said a bit solemnly.

"Where have you been all day? I tried texting you."

"Sorry. Something came up with some old friends."

"Yeah, that seems to be happening a lot lately." You sighed. "Hey, I need to ask you something."

She looked at you and just at you were about to open your mouth, you were interrupted.

"Hope?"

You both turned your heads to see a curly haired boy.

"Landon."

#hope x male reader #hope mikaelson imagine #legacies #smut

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himbohargreeves · 4 years

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And then I heard them mentioning my name

Summary: Vanya finds Diego reading through old interviews she did, and they have a long overdue conversation about that book.

Word Count: 1302

Square Filled: Interview

Characters: Vanya Hargreeves & Diego Hargreeves

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: The fifth of nine entries for @tuacreatorsbingo!

You can read it here, or on my AO3

It had been an interesting two weeks, to say the least. One minute Vanya had been working as a nanny on a farm, the next she and her incredibly dysfunctional siblings were trying to save the world and accidentally wiped themselves out of their own timeline. But that was all behind them, and now they were all busy trying to settle back into their normal lives. Allison was away visiting Claire, and Vanya was at home, with all but one of her brothers camping out in her front room.

None of them had been keen on the idea of staying at the house any longer, and, as it turned out, none of them really had anywhere else to go. Luther had only ever lived at home, Klaus had been couch surfing since he was seventeen, Five, legally, didn’t exist, and Diego… Diego hadn’t actually given a reason, just showed up silently with the others and dumped a backpack full of clothes in the corner of her room. It was cramped, to say the least. Her apartment had barely had enough space for her. But it was nice, after so many years alone, having them all there, bickering about stupid things and squashing onto the couch together to watch old movies.

It was late in the afternoon, and Vanya was just getting back from a violin recital. The apartment was empty, not unusual for that time of day, but there were still tell-tale signs of life that comforted her. The empty coffee cup Five always left in the same spot on the table, dishes in the sink from the huge breakfast Luther had cooked for them all, the sketchbook Klaus had left open on the armchair, and the multicoloured chalky fingerprints he’d left on the armrest. Smiling to herself, she hung her scarf up and padded across the room to make a coffee, stopping midway when she heard the sound of movement coming from her bedroom.

“Five?” She called as she pushed the door open, used to him dropping in unannounced.

There was a mess of papers and magazines scattered across the floor, and she was so distracted by the mess that it took her a moment to spot Diego, sat in the furthest corner of the room with his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he studied the magazine he was holding.

“Diego?”

His head snapped up, squaring his shoulders and then relaxing again when he spotted her.

“You’re back early,” He observed, glancing around at the mess he’d made and giving her an apologetic look. “I’m gonna clean this up after.”

“What is all this stuff?” She asked as she walked over to him, crouching down to examine the papers. There were newspaper clippings, magazine articles, posters, all about them. Well, about the Umbrella Academy anyway. She picked up one of the newspaper articles, scanning over the story about one of her siblings’ earlier missions. “Where did you get these?”

“Dad’s study.”

Frowning, she scooted across the floor to sit next to him. “Why would you go back there?”

“You sound like Doctor Moncton.”

“Who?”

“I was looking for this.” He said abruptly, handing her a thick notebook, bound in red leather with “RH” embossed on gold on the cover. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what it was.

“Figured we should destroy it,” He mumbled. “Before it ends up in the wrong hands again and triggers round three of doomsday.”

“Yeah, that was probably a good call.” She nodded, running her thumb along the spine and looking back up at him. “Did you read any of it?”

He shook his head. “I started to. Made it as far as ‘insolent brat’ and decided maybe it wasn’t a good idea.” Chuckling, he tossed the book across the room and slumped back against the wall. “Can’t believe he kept all this shit.”

Vanya hummed thoughtfully, leafing through the fuzzy photos of her siblings in their masks. It stirred up a strange mixture of emotions, but mostly she just felt sad. Sad for herself, sad for her siblings, sad that their father seemed to have put more effort into collecting news articles than he had caring for his children.

“I guess he just wanted to boost his ego,” She said quietly as her eyes fell on their dad’s photo on a front page spread. “I mean, the Academy was his real baby, right? He didn’t care about anything beyond that.”

“Yeah, I thought that too,” Diego murmured, looking up at her. “But he also kept stuff about you.”

He handed her the magazine he’d been reading, folded open on an interview she’d done a few weeks after her book release. She cringed at the photo, looking almost in pain as she forced a smile for the photographer. Seeming to pick up on her exact train of thought, Diego leaned in closer to look at the page.

“That’s a terrible photo of you.”

“Thanks,” She said sarcastically, biting back a laugh as a small smile crept across his face.

She started reading through the interview, and the smile faded from her face again. Almost half her answers were just thinly veiled attacks on her siblings. Attacks that, at the time, had felt so justified. But now, after everything they’d been through together in the last few weeks, she couldn’t even bring herself to read the whole thing, tossing the magazine aside and tucking her knees up under her chin.

The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, and Vanya could feel her brother’s eyes boring into her. When she looked back up at him, there wasn’t the same burning, angry look in his eyes that she’d grown accustomed to after their first reunion. He was just… observing her, trying to gauge her reaction to her own words.

“I…” She paused, struggling to find the right words to try and justify the things she’d said. “I was in a really bad place back then and… I know I said a lot of shitty things about you guys but-”

“I don’t care about that,” He interrupted and she frowned.

“You don’t?”

“No. Christ.” He made a face, shaking his head. “I wasn’t exactly nice to you when we were kids. Actually I was... a colossal asshole.”

“We were all assholes,” she pointed out. “I think it’s just a Hargreeves thing.”

“Yeah.” He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah you’re right.”

He was quiet for a moment, chewing on his lip before he spoke again.

“I had nightmares,” He said quietly, looking down at his hands. “Every night after I left home, for almost five years. I’d close my eyes and it was like I was right back in academy training with dad barking bullshit orders at me. And I was just starting to get better when you wrote that book, and then it was right back to square one.”

Vanya shuffled closer to him. Part of her expected him to move away from her, but he stayed, letting her press up against his arm.

“I’m really sorry,” She said softly. “I mean… I was angry at you guys, but I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“I know you weren’t.” He leant his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. “Still sucked though.”

She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder, and a moment later she felt his arm winding around her and hugging her closer.

“You tell anyone about any of this and I’ll kill you in your sleep,” He mumbled and she laughed, sitting upright again.

“Message received.”

He grinned at her, possibly the first genuine smile she’d seen from him since they were kids, and got to his feet.

“Wanna set fire to dad’s journal?” He asked, holding his hand out to help her up.

“Fuck yeah.”

#the umbrella academy #tuacreatorsbingo #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #tua fanfic #tua2 spoilers #my fics

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neerasrealm · 4 years

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POV: Jeff the killer kidnapped you and is venting to you about his internalized homophobia

I COULDN’T THINK OF AN ACTUAL TITLE SO I WENT WITH THAT

Anyway hi this is a jeffxben fic told from jeff’s POV. a little bit angsty but mostly just cuddles and comfort. and one-liners. lots of one-liners. The ending is a lil messy and idk man I didn’t know how to finish the fic so- ignore that

Based on one of these story starters.

Word count: 1907

There are three things you need to know before you read this.

One; hi, I'm Jeff. Nice to meet ya.

Two; I killed my parents three and a half years ago. I know that's a lot to dump on you immediately but it'll be important later.

And three….I'm...gay. There. I said it. I like guys. I'm attracted to men. I want to kiss guys. Or specifically- one guy.

He has blonde hair, dark skin and bright blue eyes. And also pointed ears. He's a ghost, specifically one that's latched onto a Nintendo 3DS and a cartridge of Majora's Mask 3D. He looks like Link- but I'm not attracted to Link. Link is a twink and that's not my style.

His name is Ben and Ben? Ben is a bro. He's my bro. He's everyone's bro- he has that natural charisma that makes everyone like him. He's friendly, polite, funny and laid-back. He's always down to hang out with you or invite you into his room to play videogames. Everyone likes Ben. But me? I love Ben. As in- love love him. I want to kiss his goofy face. His lips probably taste like cheetos and beef jerky. Gross. I hate how much I think about how his lips would taste.

So now you're probably thinking "hey Jeff, why are you just vomiting your gay thoughts on me? Go tell him you love him."

But There's A Problem.

My parents- the dead ones- were really homophobic. Being gay just wasn't something you did. And it still feels wrong to me- which is weird considering the fact that my new adoptive parents are two gay men and my foster siblings are mostly homosexuals. But it still feels wrong. No matter how much I'm exposed to it I still feel that slight guilt whenever I catch myself admiring Ben while he trash talks someone, and I want to punch myself whenever I wake up from a dream about cuddling him.

So that brings me to this situation.

Picture this, okay? I'm sitting on his bed with a controller in my hand. We're playing smash bros and having a great time. I'm having...not a good day. You remember the dead parents thing? The trauma I mentioned? Yeah that's been haunting me all fucking day and I'm not feeling good. At all. And of course I'm not gonna tell anybody about it, because that means I have to address the problem. And I never, ever, address problems. Ever. They'll fester in me till the day I die. Like maggots.

That's gross I apologise.

But- yeah. I'm not feeling good and I'm hiding this fact from Ben because he cheers me up way better when he doesn't know I'm sad.

"Hah! Gotcha!"

"Shit-!" I swear as my character (king k rool, in case you wondering) flies off the stage. Ben laughs and woops beside me in victory. I shoot him a glare.

"Man you suck at this game." He laughs.

"I don't suck." I spit back. "You're just really good."

"Suuure you are." The smug look he gives me makes me wanna punch him. My hand curls into a fist in my lap. I grunt at him in response. He laughs and nudges me. "Hey it's alright Jeffy," I hate that nickname with the burning passion of a thousand suns. "You'll learn how to play soon enough."

"Lay off, man." I mutter back. I drop the controller and he snickers.

"Aww c'mon don't tell me you're rage quitting on me."

"Shut up dude just-" I shoot him an agitated look. "Just shut your stupid mouth okay?"

His smile drops. "Hey, you okay man?" Shit. He sounds worried.

"I'm fine." I grunt back. He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. "Get off."

The hand withdraws. I hear him shift on the bed next to me. "Hey, dude-" he frowns. "Are you feeling alright today? Do you- need to talk or chill or…?"

I glare at Ben. He's being nothing but supportive and kind and what am I doing? Being an ass. "No I don't need to fucking chill." I growl at him. "I'm fine, alright? Just fine."

"Alright…" it's quiet for a bit while Ben turns off the game. Eventually he speaks again. "You wanna watch a movie or something? I'm tired so…"

This is a trick. He's tricking me into taking care of my mental health. Fuck you Ben, I'll be as mentally ill as I want.

‘’I’m gonna go to my room.’’ I stand up and immediately get YANKED back onto the bed by my hood. Ben’s noodle arms wrap around my waist and hold me tight. ‘’Dude-!’’ this is getting a little tOO HOMO-EROTIC, BENNY BOY.

‘’Stay.’’ he murmurs. ‘’I wanna keep an eye on you.’’

‘’Why?’’ I snarl. ‘’Because I’m a stupid kid that can’t look after himself?! Huh?!’’

Ben flinches. ‘’Jeff-’’ he murmurs. ‘’It’s not that I don’t trust you it’s because I know that you need the company right now.’’ he frowns. ‘’Just- lemme keep an eye on you, alright…?’’

Fuck.

fuuuuUUUUUCK.

Why does he CARE SO MUCH. I HATE IT. I’m gonna slam my head into a wall. Gimme a minute.

…

Okay wall slamming accomplished. Back to my predicament.

‘’Fine.’’ I grunt. He (unfortunately) lets go of me. It’s silent. And uncomfortable. I pick at my fingers. He tilts his head at me.

‘’So- anything you wanna do?’’

I wanna hug you and kiss you and tell you I love you please Ben I’m gay and homophobic at the same time. ‘’Not really.’’

Ben puts a hand on my shoulder and scoots closer. He rests his hand on my other shoulder and...oh god I can fucking smell his hair from here- that’s creepy. Why am I creepy. Actually don’t answer that one. He looks up at me, bright blue eyes shining with kindness. ‘’You wanna talk about it…?’’ he asks gently. Normally I wouldn’t talk about my problems. Ever. But Ben is giving me puppy dog eyes.

‘’...I’m just thinking about mom and dad.’’ I mumble. He nods. ‘’They- treated me like shit. And I keep thinking about the shit they’d say to me-’’ I look down at him. He nods encouragingly. ‘’It’s like...they fucking hated me for all the shit I did- and now I’m here and people are understanding? And Slender- is actually trying to learn why I’m like this? Like- diagnosing me and shit to try and help…’’ I frown. ‘’And I’m just thinking like- if they’d sent me to a therapist would it be different? If I’d just gotten diagnosed or something-’’ I shake my head. ‘’I dunno man…’’

He sits up a bit. He hugs me, pulling me against him. My face goes fucking red. ‘’Maybe things would’ve…’’ he murmurs. ‘’But we can’t change the past...there’s no magic ocarina to take us back in time unfortunately.’’ of course he made a zelda reference. Of course. ‘’We just gotta accept what we got now,’’ he smiles. ‘’And we got each other, right? That’s something to be happy about, isn’t it?’’

Oh god Jeff don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Not here. Not in front of the man you love.

…

And you’re crying. Good job Jeff.

I’m not a loud crier. But I am a gross crier. I get all snotty and stuttery and can’t get my voice out properly. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and silently roll down my gross scarred face. Ben reaches over and brushes them off with cold fingers. He feels cold as he hugs me but I don’t care. I wrap an arm around him and tug him closer. I can feel his breath on my neck as he gently shushes me. He sounds so caring, so...loving. Like a parent should treat their mentally ill kid.

‘’B-ben-’’ I stammer out. He’s rubbing circles in my back. ‘’I lo-’’ wait what am I saying. ‘’I l-love-’’ WAIT HOLD ON- ‘’I love you…’’

SHIT

FUCK

WAIT-

He hugs me tight and I shiver in the coldness of his body. ‘’I love you too…’’ his voice is soft and gentle. I believe him. I believe that he loves me. Genuinely- like I actually matter to him. He’d miss me if I was gone. And that- that’s a lot. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like it wouldn’t matter if I disappeared off the face of the earth. You wouldn’t care, my parents wouldn’t have cared. But Ben? Ben cares…

Which is why I proceed to squeeze the life (or lack thereof) out of him and sob into his shoulder. He holds me tight until I’ve (kinda) calmed down. He pulls away and tilts my head up to look at him. As gentle and as loving as I’d dreamed him, he wipes tears out of my eyes. I sob horsley and stare at him. He cups my face in his cold hands and smiles down at me.

‘’There you go…’’ he murmurs. ‘’See? I knew you just needed to get it out.’’ he smiles at me. I just- told him I love him. And he’s not making a big deal of it. That’s good, right?? That means he accepts me- right?

Right...yeah. Yeah, Ben accepts me. Ben doesn’t judge.

‘’Yeah…’’ I gulp and look away from him awkwardly. ‘’Hey uh- do you wanna-’’ I fiddle with my hands again. ‘’Do you wanna...watch a movie or something? Together.’’

He nods and smiles. ‘’I’d love to.’’

And so- we end up watching not one, not two, but three movies, late into the night. And the entire time he’s curled up in my lap, comfy as can be. As the credits on our last movie roll, he looks up at me.

‘’Hey Jeff?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’I love you.’’

My face goes bright fucking red. I don’t need to see it, I can feel it. I bury my face in my hands out of embarrassment. I hear him laugh at me like the bastard he is. I shoot him a glare from in between my fingers. I want to say it. I really do. I want to tell him I love him back but- it’s- it’s hard. He reaches up and pulls one of my hands away, letting him see me.

‘’You don’t have to say it back. It’s okay. I know.’’ He hugs my waist and rests his head against my chest. ‘’I can wait...until you’re ready.’’

It’s at this point I start crying. Again.

Ben shushes me gently and runs his hand through my hair. And...as I looked down at him- it finally clicked. I don’t have to put the shield up- not around him. Ben is different. Ben...Ben is good.

Yeah.

Ben is good.

I guess...the reason why I’m telling you this- well...not telling, I guess- writing. The reason why I’m writing this is because...I feel like it’s something important. I need to remember it because...it’s a step. A step in me learning to accept myself. It sounds corny yeah but- fuck off okay? I’m full of trauma and insecurities. I’m allowed be a little sappy.

I don’t know who’ll end up reading this- I mean I’m literally scribbling it into a notebook I found in his drawer. There’s only two people who I really want this to be seen by. Ben, because he deserves to know how much he’s affected and helped me, and two...my brother. Though I doubt he’d ever find this- heh-

I...love Ben. And that’s okay. At least- to me, I think it is.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #ben drowned #jeffdrowned #jeffxben #jeffben #writing

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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I Wish (Part IV, Continuing from When You Love Someone)

Group: DAY6

Genre: DAY6 TRILOGY CONTINUATION (What Can I Do, I Loved You, When You Love Someone)

A/N: After like 4 years of people trying to get me into Day6, I’m finally here with What Can I Do playing on repeat in the bg to help me vibe with what I’m writing. Biggest thank you to the person who got me into this mess, I might just cry with how many things I have up my sleeves now.

"3... 2... 1... Younghyun! I'm coming to find you!”

!Younghyun covers his mouth with glee, listening to his best friend run down the hallway and right past the cabinet he was hiding in.

"Jieun, please be careful down the stairs!" He heard his mother calling out from downstairs.

"Okay!" Jieun's voice rings through the house as her footsteps trace back down the steps. Younghyun closes one eye to look through the gap between the two doors, watching Jieun return up to the second floor.

"Younghyun!" The eight year old boy covers his mouth, preventing himself from laughing. Hide-and-seek is an important game ans he cannot lose to a girl.

"Younghyun~!" She shouts in a sing-songy voice, closer to the cabinet than he would like her to be. Then Jieun suddenly turns to the cabinet, catching that little glimmer in her eyes when she realised he could be hiding in there.

Younghyun's mother can hear the excited screams and yells from the second floor when she assumes Jieun has found her son hiding in his favourite hiding spot, the sound of their laughter only bringing her joy and comfort.

In the night, Younghyun's mother leaves two waterbottles outside the tent they were sleeping in (that was pitched in Younghyun's room) before leaving, turning off the lights before closing the door behind her. Younghyun crawls out, grabbing a torchlight and shining the bright beam at Jieun's gameboy as it beeps to life.

Little did they know it would be the last time they could do that, or even fit into the tent.

Younghyun was a quick-witted child, understood things faster than normal kids would. Jieun's pink-blushed face was looking down at him through the window of the passenger's seat infront as her father thanks Younghyun's parents for the three-week-long babysitting.

"Where is she going? Why is she leaving? Is she coming back? Did I do something wrong?"

Jieun's father squats and pats Younghyun's head, offering the child a look of apology that he will not understand for the next five years or so.

"We'll come back to visit, okay? Thank you for taking care of my Jieun for me."

It's like the adult thinks he can replace Younghyun's best friend when he hands him a toy robot. Jieun's eyes are unable to peel away from Younghyun when the car jerks after her father shuts the car door. Younghyun's mother is desperately wiping her son's face and holding him in his arms while he watches the car drive off.

"We'll come back to visit" is one of the biggest lies an adult can tell a child.

Younghyun jerks awake from his sleep, the alarm jolting him out of his nightmarish memory. Slamming a hand down into the alarm clock, he shuts it off and sits up, fingers running through his hair with his eyes still closed.

Kim Jieun... do you not remember me?

Park Jaehyung and Kim Jieun look a little too close for Younghyun's liking, but what can he say? They had sleepovers when they were 8 years old -- had her father not dragged her halfway across the country then, he would be in Jaehyung's place right now.

Funny how all three new students were all dumped in his class though. Kim Jieun, Yoon Dowoon and Park Jaehyung. Yet, while Jieun and Jaehyung looked like they were having the time of their lives, Dowoon seemed like he'd be better off dead.

"Hi, are you three doing alright in school?" Jieun looks up to Wonpil, eyes halved into crescents as he does his job of being the class president. Younghyun watches Jieun and Jaehyung nod and thank him, but Dowoon's earpieces were shoved so far into his ear canals, Wonpil goes unheard.

"Yah," Younghyun is surprised when Jieun drops honorifics when she calls out to Dowoon. "He's talking to us."

Dowoon gives her a side stare, and proceeds to continue ignoring her.

"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time." Looking over at Dowoon again, she tries once more to get his attention.

“It’s okay,” Wonpil shakes his head, gently blocking her from reaching out to him. “I get it. He just needs time.”

Wonpil nods, giving Dowoon one more glance before returning to his seat. At the end of the day, Younghyun and Jieun had been rostered to clean the classroom, so he feels nothing but discomfort when she exhibits the diligence she was already known for back then. Picking up the mop and the broom, she starts cleaning the floor without hesitation, without giving Younghyun a second look.

Does she not remember me or--

"Kang Younghyun."

It feels like his heart had just been stabbed by an electric rod, and it takes mountainous effort for him to contain the shock and surprise he was about to barf out.

"Can you do your job?"

The boy rolls his eyes, frustrated and frankly, a little hurt that she doesn't remember him. A painful wincr of a smile shows up on his lips when she comes over, handing him one of the mops.

How many ‘Kang Younghyun’s are there anyway? Do I even look that different? Just what is keeping her from--

"When were you ever this useless?"

His eyes dart up from the table to hers, face blank but eyes full of meaning.

"I'll admit that I didn't recognise you the other day when we bumped into each other," Younghyun's heart is about to lurch out of his chest. "But it clicked so..."

The world is silent for some seconds. Younghyun's heart is yearning to reach out and hug her for he had lost the one thing he would have rather had for the rest of his life. But Jieun would probably take it the wrong way... or rather -- his replacement might not like it.

"How are you?"

The question takes Younghyun by surprise. Why did it take her so long to finally ask this? He, unfortunately, cannot swallow his pride and take her into his arms the way he wants to.

“I’m fine,” He spits, grabbing the mop and moving off to mindlessly paint the floor with water that he wasn’t even sure was clean. Jieun's eyebrows flatten against her features, confused but silent in understanding. She can only imagine how angry he was, and when a child’s anger goes unanswered, unfixed for a decade... it turns into something of a grudge that she isn’t sure she can undo.

Younghyun carelessly flings the mop around the space, the water sprinkling on all kinds of surfaces before Jieun runs over, nearly wishing to shove the mop into his face.

How immature can he get, over something that wasn’t in my control?

“Younghyun--”

“I’ve done my job,” Offering her the most nonchalant smile he can force onto his lips, he raises a fist in a bid to ‘encourage’ her. Jieun huffs in disbelief, hand running through her hair as he leaves the classroom. “Have fun.”

Jieun: i can’t believe he was such a jerk about it

You: doesn’t he know you couldn’t have done anything about it anyway

Jieun: i don’t know

Jieun: i just wish he knows i was just as sad as he was when my dad brought me away

You: maybe you need to give him time, like dowoon does

Jieun: sigh

Jieun: you’re right

Jieun: you’re there already, aren’t you?

You: yeah, what’ya want?

Jieun: nah, i’m okay. i’ll be back a little later though, had to clean up whatever younghyun didn’t

You: alright

Jieun: see you later!

Pausing right outside the cafe, Jaehyung locks the phone and sucks in a deep breath, the transparent glass providing him with a flawed view of the barista. Failing to remember the last time he had such a huge crush on someone he doesn’t even know, he gathers his courage in the palms of his sweaty hands as he pushes himself into the cafe.

“Welcome!” Her voice sounds like wind chimes and bells. “Oh! It’s you!”

“Right, hi,” Get your shit together, man.

“I’m guessing two milkshakes?” My God, that smile should be illegal.

“Uh-- just one today, actually.”

“Oh?” Her eyes widen, enlarging all the sparkles in her eyes. “Do you want to try something else?” Leaning forward over the counter, she points to the menu board stuck upright. “You can try the cold brew coffee. It’s a new item and I’ve tried it myself, pretty refreshing.”

“Okay, sure.”

That was too quick a response, man.

“Alright! Just give me a few minutes.”

I’ll give you all the time you need.

There was a struggle to contain all that admiration and envy for just a single person. When she brings the cup of coffee over, it looks like an angel serving you a cup of heaven.

She smiles not with her lips, but with her eyes, and Jaehyung cannot help but to purse his lips in a bid to contain his happiness.

"I'm sorry, he's been going through a hard time since the move. He'll be up and around in due time."

Younghyun shifts his weight to the side, brain empty of thoughts besides thinking of the way Jieun spoke to Yoon Dowoon, spoke of Yoon Dowoon. The arcade had an occasional jingle sound to it due to the bell hung on the door, coupled with the rapid shooting from FPS games and then there’s the incessant smashing of game console buttons--

“Get out of my seat, cunt.”

Younghyun’s ears are drawn to the familiar voice -- a big burly dude who didn’t do much but torment the kids in the arcade. He knows better not to interfere so he plasters his attention back to the motorbike racing game he was on.

“But I don’t see your name on the console.”

The voice wrings Younghyun out of his virtual competition, an instinct telling him to get up and stop the impending disaster. He couldn’t decide if it was because he knew the big guy was a bully, or if he’s figured out that Yoon Dowoon must be related to Jieun of some sorts.

“You little--” Yoon Dowoon braces himself for impact, arm covering his head, until he hears a thud right above him. His eyes travel up, logic taking awhile to settle around his saviour’s facial features as the bully’s wrist is held tightly in someone else’s palm.

“He’s got a point. Console doesn’t have your name on it.”

Dowoon frowns when he connects the dots, suddenly more agitated that he needs another boy to help him out of his misery. Out of annoyance, and of the many options he could’ve chosen to carry out, he chooses to storm off.

Younghyun smirks to himself, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.

Dowoon finds himself stranded along the roadside after he’s bought himself a little bottle of milk, the kind that his father used to get for him when he was a kid, before his mother had chosen to remarry one of the richest Kims in the country.

He fiddles with the ointment and the single hard-boiled egg in his pocket, silently hoping that if his classmate wouldn’t appear from the corner and beat him into a pulp the way he probably had been, Dowoon could show some kind of gratitude.

Speaking of the Devil, Younghyun turns round the corner, slight frustration overwhelming his eyes when he spots Dowoon candidly sipping on his milk.

“You really know how to run away from a fight, don’t you?” He grabs the chair and plops himself down, already ready to shove that bottle of milk down Dowoon’s mouth for ditching him. Licking the corner of his bottom lip, he manages to restrain himself from wincing.

Dowoon pulls out the ointment and hard-boiled egg, gently pushing it across the table. The gesture catches Younghyun off-guard, a second smile of disbelief surfacing on his lips.

“Were you just waiting for me to show up so you could hand me these?”

Dowoon mischievously raises a brow, taking a loud sip from his milk. “Mhm.”

Younghyun cannot help but snort at Dowoon’s daring nature before he picks the egg up and rubs it across his cheekbone.

“So,” Dowoon doesn’t hesitate to start. “What’s your relationship with Jieun?”

The smile falls from Younghyun’s face, and Dowoon isn’t an idiot. Contrary to his silent demeanor, he used to be known for being able to read people easily.

“I see the way you look at her, and when you were rostered to stay back to clean up the classroom today... I heard a bit of it.”

Refusing to admit that he’s just been exposed, Younghyun cracks the egg on the tabletop. Begins to peel the shell of the milky white interior. The last few sips of Dowoon’s milk becomes particularly loud when he puts in the extra effort to suck it up, then he throws it in a nice toss into the nearest dustbin.

“You don’t have to hide anything, you know,” Dowoon says with calm in his voice. “It’s not like I’ll tell her anything. We might live in the same house but I know to protect a man’s pride.”

He can feel his saviour’s eyes pierce through his skull as he says those exact words. Good, I got it spot on.

“Same house, huh?” Younghyun takes a bite from the egg. “I’m guessing this is why she moved away ten years ago.”

It was Dowoon’s turn to fall silent, simply because he must’ve been crying about his father leaving him somewhere on the other side of the country too.

“Why’d you guys move back here then? Only recently?”

“Mother invested in some new apartments nearby, got the suite and dumped us there.”

Younghyun hums, chewing on the egg yolk. “And... Jaehyung?”

Dowoon studies Younghyun’s inability to look at him in the eye. He’s jealous of Jieun’s best friend.

“You’ll find out when you ask Jieun yourself.”

#day6 #day6 fanfic #day6 scenario #wonpil #sungjin #youngk #dowoon #jae #idk what else to tag

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yoshimickster · 5 years

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RWBY Volume 6 Episode 9 “Lost” Micksterecap-GET READY FOR THE FEELSBOMB!

HEY EVERYBLOODY-sorry this one’s a week late, but honestly I think I’m gonna do that from now on as recaps are for catching up on something, and that’s hard to do the day-OF. Either way-LET’S GET TO CRYING!

THE EP STARTS-

-with Mercury practicing his martial arts, while Emerald sits on the floor. I have two minds about this, is Emerald sitting in a gym while Mercury exercises, or is Mercury excercising in a living room? Either way its silly.

Kay yeah, that boy’s practicing karate in a church, WEIRDO!

Onto the plot, Emerald asks Mercury why he joined up with Cinder and her and his response is basically:

Mercury: I ‘unno, I likes killin’!

Yeah I think its safe to say between the two of them, Emerald was the smarter henchperson.

Emerald than vents to Mercury about how much it sucks that Cinder, the only family she ever knew was gone, and how without her what their doing didn’t make any sense, to which Mercury comforts her in the BEST way he can:

3:39

Mercury: Wake up all ready, Cinder doesn’t care about you!

Like I said, the best way HE can, so its PRETTY bad.

3:54

AND ITS EMERALD WHO THROWS THE FIRST PUNCH-which bullet shoes blocks like a boss! Thus begins a good old fashioned-ANGST FIGHT!

Mercury: I’m sorry you didn’t have a mommy who loved you, but i had a father who HATED me!

Somebody’s projeeeeeeeeeeeecting!

Also during the angst-fight, its revealed Mercury’s dad stole his semblance RIGHT after he unlocked it, and NEVER got it back...apparently! Kinda thought that bullet tornado thing he did in season 3 was his semblance but NOPE-all technique!

Right during the fight based on a mix of loose combat and Mercury saying how much he loves working for the Legion of Doom, whose there CREEPIN’ in the shadows and laughing like and Eldritch goblin?

4:46

Tyrian: Oh yes, the world is mean, and I’m a big bad man now JUST like the others!

Emerald: Damn, he cut you quick.

Tyrian: I got one for you to!

Emerald: Dammit.

ALSO-is that a new mecha-scorpion barb? Look at YOU Tyrian, getting so used to multiple prosthetics, GOOD ON YOU!

Mercury tries to kick his ass for roasting him-

5:06 AND-that goes about as well as you’d think. A little harder to kill than a harmless book dealer AIN’T IT MERC?!

Tyrian than gives them some...disturbingly legit advice.

Tyrian: What you WANT from this? Children, if you’re not LOVING what you’re doing, you’re in the wrong field!

Damn, that’s a disturbingly poignant point about happiness in the workplace from someone whose essentially a weird mix of the Joker and Mac Gargan.

Scene than ends with Mercury revealing he and Doctor Watts are going on a work vacation to Atlas, which you KNOW they’ll barely be able to sightsee while their there, work vacations can be the WORST!

A THEN CUT TO-

6:26 ROOSTERTEETH-showing off how hard their background designers have been working this season! Now THAT is a nice park.

We see Team JNRS walking around, searching for the farmboy that Jaune terrorized last episode, as ya do!

Jaune: This is all my fault, I over-reacted.

Saffron: I’ll say, you scared a 14 year old and punched a hole in my wall!

Jaune: I SAID I’ll get the spackle!

Saffron full of worry for her brother and his friends, tries to convince them to go to school in Argus instead of going on an insane mission that they can’t tell her about for fear of the mass public knowing there’s an ancient immortal witch bent on hitting a hard reboot on humanity.

Logically she can’t convince them, so Saffron decides to go pick up Adrien from daycare, Renora decide to get coffee, while Jaune decides to have himself a pity-sit-UNTIL-

8:08

Jaune: HOLY SHIT-a leaf! That’ll look GREAT in my scrapbook!

Jaune than follows the leaf of destiny...and finds-

...Pyrrha’s memorial statue...yeah, really can’t make a joke about that, its utterly sad. And JUST-when you thought this wasn’t enough of a feelsbomb what with the music-

9:30 BAM-Pyrrha’s obvious mom/aunt/adult sister! And its just...such a beautiful scene, she mentions how she never wished she left Argus, but that she always knew what she wanted and-I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!

And the moment Renora come back with coffee-

-she disappears. It actually makes you wander, did Jaune actually have that conversation, or was it all in his head, him trying to deal with the grief? The ambiguity makes the scene work VERY well.

Jaune than tries to give himself yet another pity party but THANKFULLY Ren and Nora tell him he has to stop that. They say they love him to, and that they don’t blame him for Pyrrha’s death and URGH-so sweet! TOTAL feelsbomb yo!

They then decide to go back to the house-RIGHT BEFORE SEEING-

-THE FORESHADOWING PLANE OF DESTINY! Man Jaune, you’re on FIRE with seeing things that lead to other things in the episode today!

A THEN CUT TO-

-a PISSED OF Ruby! Give ya TWO guesses as to why!

If you said “Adult chaperone who can’t get his shit together”-YOU’RE CORRECT! Is there a portable version of AA, because Qrow would logically need it with his travelling life.

Terra: I’m sure this looks GREAT to the neighbors.

Sweet AntlerJesus do I feel bad for these women, they invite these people into their home, and they fill their lives with crazy spy plans, drunkles and punched walls, they all ready have a CHILD to care for, stop dumping your baggage on them!

And RIGHT as they decide to take a break from the search-AN OPEN DOOR REVEALS:

OSCAR PINES-in very snazzy Huntsman clothes that he TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTALLY didn’t steal!

Everybody than logically jumps on him in happiness, asking where he was and how worried they were while NORA asks-

Nora: What are you WEARING?!

PFFT-look at Ren’s face, he SO jelly!

Everyone just has a BIG apology party, Jaune apologizes for over-reacting, Oscar says its cool considering the gi-GANTIC stressbomb that is their lives, and even says he has dinner in the oven. Just a nice and warm scene that I’m sure NO-ONE will rui-

Qrow: I’ma go sleep in drunken despair.

Ruby: YOU GET OFF THOSE STAIRS THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN...dear god I’m more mature than my adult uncle.

Yang: DARK times.

Qrow than gives the basic Qrow speech about how screwed they are while JAUNE gives off his plan-

Jaune: -we...STEAL an Atlas air ship?

Weiss: DAMMIT-I had a broken one of those LAST season, I should’ve saved it!

Yang: HOW-all I had was a bike?

Weiss: SILENCE FOR I AM WEISS SCHNEE!

Qrow than gives the same self-defeating speech we’ve heard the whole season where as RUBY ain’t havin’ NONE of that!

Ruby: FUCK YOU OLD MAN-we are the young people and we’re gonna fuck shit up!

Maria: BURN!

And that’s basically where the episode ends, a MAJOR feels bomb and a good set-up to one HELL of a heist next week. Hope you all enjoyed it, and I’ll see you NEXT WEEK on Micksterecap!

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goforwardgreenwriter-blog · 6 years

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The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 47 - 48

My therapy bills have been steadily rising ever since I took on the challenge of reading this book.

If you recall correctly, last time we left off where some Ilkens attacked their ship and revealed the big baddie Erawan knows of her Wyrdkey. Chapter 47 picks up immediately after that reveal.

What, were you expecting an angry rant from me? Sadly, this book has crushed my very soul, and the quicker I stop criticizing SJM’s glaring flaws, the quicker I am freed from this demon.

Rowan hauled ass back to their ship, his magic near-flinging him through the air.

Man, I see why everyone says SJM’s writing is amazing. Love it when epic fantasy medieval Fae characters describe themselves as hauling their asses around, and getting all pissy at one another. Love it!

But Aelin wasn’t moving. Gavriel and Aedion, bloodied and limping, were barely moving. Fenrys, his chest a bloody mess with greenish slime —poison …

I’m sure these very painful injuries will never be brought up after this chapter. Rowboat decides to be the hero of the day and picks up a bow to shoot down the Ilken.

“A gold coin says he misses,” Fenrys rasped. “Save your breath for healing,” Aelin snapped. “Make it two,” Aedion said behind him. “I say he hits.” “You can all go to hell,” Aelin snarled. But then added, “Make it five. Ten says he downs it with the first shot.”

If these characters weren’t assholes, maybe I’d enjoy this banter. Also Fenrys, your chest is ripped open and soaked with poison, you should be knocking on death’s door by now, not making witty remarks.

Rowboat gets a clean headshot because of course he does, then tells Assdion and Fenrys to pay up, pricks. His words, not mine. The scene ends. Oh, I can totally see why a cliffhanger was necessary, so much happened after the last chapter ended.

Assdion is thinking about the battle and how he and his father fought side by side. Oh, fuck you SJM, give me that father son content!!!! I want Gav being a good dad damnit show me, don’t tell me!

[Aelin] still knelt over Fenrys, offering Rowan nothing more than a pat on his thigh as he stormed past to help with the other wounded. A pat on the thigh— for making a shot that Aedion was fairly certain most of his Bane would have judged to be impossible.

Another reason I hate Assdion’s POVs: they’re 95% him splooging over Rowboat and Alien. Like ungh we get it, Rowboat is the best warrior ever you don’t need to beat us over the head with it.

Aedion set down the pail of water [Aelin]’d asked him to get for Fenrys, trying not to wince as she wiped away the green poison that oozed out. A few feet away, his father was tending to a blubbering pirate—who had barely more than a tear to the thigh.

Hey man, not everyone can deal with pain the same way, especially not someone’s who mortal. Have you ever considered the pirate might be horrified and shaken up after witnessing his friends being eaten alive, that he might be in shock right now? Also, Gav is such a sweetheart for helping to comfort him. Lowkey shipping nameless pirate and Gav right now.

Fenrys tries to get Alien to tend to the others, which admittedly is rather noble and selfless of him, but dude, you got poison leaking out of your chest. Alien asks Fenrys how his magic works under the excuse of keeping him awake, but it’s actually so SJM can info dump at us.

“No one knows where it comes from—what it is,” Fenrys said between shallow breaths, fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. “But it lets me slip between folds in the world. Only short distances, and only a few times before I’m drained, but … it’s useful on a killing field.”

Oh, of fucking course nobody knows where it comes from. This is SJM on her knees begging you and I not to think about how her world works or why her magic is so inconsistent. She just slaps abilities onto her ocs and gives no thought as to how it all works in the big picture.

“What’s your shield made of, then?” Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered from where he worked on the still-whimpering pirate, “Arrogance.” Aelin snorted, but didn’t dare take her eyes off Fenrys’s injury as she said, “So you do have a sense of humor, Gavriel.” The Lion of Doranelle gave a wary smile over his shoulder.

I love Gavriel..... I’m stanning him..... Wait every time I want to stan someone in this novel, SJM ruins them. Shit. Never mind.

“Lorcan was a bastard in Maeve’s palace, don’t worry,” Fenrys smirked, his bronze face wan.

Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bronze

“Your parents?” Aedion pressed when Aelin herself seemed to be straining for words. He’d seen her heal little cuts, and slowly repair Manon’s wound over days, but …

Fenrys is almost dying because of the massive wound on his chest but we really out here focusing on Alien getting exhausted, huh.... that’s the level you’ve stooped to, SJM............

Rasping, laboring breaths from both of [Fenrys and Aelin]. Aedion shifted so that Aelin could lean wholly against him, biting down on the weight it put on his already-swollen knee.

OH MY GOD WE REALLY ARE. I don’t give a fuck if Alien is a “”little tired :((”” from using her magic, FENRYS IS GODDAMN DYING. SJM STOP METAPHORICALLY SUCKING ALIEN’S DICK FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND PLEASE.

Fenrys says that serving Maeve fufills the male Fae need to serve and blehhh its gross. But I don’t care, Gav decides to finally spill the beans on his backstory and HOLY SHIT I AM READY. GIVE ME THE CONTEXT.

Gav was a soldier who came from a noble family. Being the youngest of three brothers, he wouldn’t inherit or rule ever, so he became a soldier. That’s why Maeve took interest in him, and why he joined her.

[Gavriel] rolled his shoulders. Fidgeting. “I only hated [serving Maeve] once. Only wanted to leave once.” He didn’t continue. And Aedion knew what the unspoken words were. Aelin brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “You loved [Aedion’s mom] that much?”

I-I CAN’T BELIEVE... IN A SJM NOVEL... I’M FEELING EMPATHY AND SORROW FOR A MAIN CHARACTER....

So Gav fell in love with Assdion’s mom and was willing to attempt to break the oath to Maeve to run off with her. That’s just... so sad but so good for his character hhhhh Gav deserves the world........

Honor is my code,” Gavriel said. “But if Maeve had tried to harm either you or her, Aedion, I would have done everything in my power to get you out.

Shit, I’m such a sucker for this kind of parent/child relationship. Assdion also feels bad for being a dick to his father, so that felt amazing to read. Overall, this was a good scene. A lot is left unsaid and not jammed down our throats, but it clearly shows Gav was a selfless and as good a father as he could’ve been. Did someone break into the editing room just to patch up the scenes with Gav? Nameless editor, you are my hero.

Aelin pushed off Aedion at last, trying and failing to get to her feet. Aedion reached for her as the focus went out of her now-dull eyes, but Rowan was already there, smoothly sweeping her up before she kissed the planks. Too fast—she must have drained her reserves too fast, and without any food in her system.

Normally I’d bitch about poor wittle Alien’s feefees getting all the attention while there are men dying on the ship but whatever, that last scene put me in a good mood so we’re not complaining today, folks.

The chapter ends with Assdion keeping watch during the night with Lysandra. I can’t believe that chapter was actually decent and made me choked up... how will SJM ruin it? Let’s find out in chapter 48.

A low, rumbling growl sounded, and Dorian looked across the deck, to the prow. The witch was still there. Still tending to Abraxos’s wounds, as she had been all night.

P-PURE....WHOLESOME......Manon and Abraxos are truly a treasure in this dumpster fire of a novel....

Manon had not let anyone near him. Aelin had tried once, and when Manon snarled at her, Aelin had cursed enough to make everyone else halt, saying she’d rutting deserve it if the beast died. Manon had threatened to rip out her spine, Aelin had given her a vulgar gesture, and Lysandra had been forced to monitor the space between them for an hour, perched in the rigging of the mainmast in ghost leopard form, tail swaying in the breeze.

Manon: Hey so I have no reason to really trust any of you and you’ve made threats to me before, so don’t get near my only friend on this ship.

Alien: what a slutty bitch!! you deserve to have your only friend die!!! fuck you you bitch!!!!

Words cannot describe how much I hate Alien is there a scene where someone finally kicks her ass? Please I need it.

Dorito and Manon ““banter”“ for a while and I’m already falling asleep zzzz

[Manon] met [Dorian’s] gaze, as if willing him to see a century of all that she’d done. “I am not mortal. I do not play by your rules. I have killed and hunted men for sport. Do not mistake me for a human woman, princeling.” “I have no interest in human women,” he purred. “Too breakable.”

W.....what.....

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I READING

Is this a reference to Sorscha???? The healer who died rebelling against the evil king??

YOU CONSIDER THAT BREAKABLE. YOU CONSIDER HUMAN WOMEN WEAK AND BENEATH YOUR FEET NOW. SJM. YOU FUCKING, TYOU DHAHKFGDJFGS DHFAGJFD HDSFGJD

I AM SO FUCKING FURIOUS LIKE HOW, HOW IS THIS IN A YA SERIES. THIS IS GOING TO TELL YOUNG GIRLS THEY’RE WEAK FOR FALLING IN LOVE AND NOT HAVING SPECIAL POWERS LIKE MANON. WHAT THE EVER LIVING HOLY FUCK SHIT IS THIS.

FUCK YOU, SJM. FUCK. YOU.

“So you miscalculated,” Manon said. “So [the ilken] tracked you. Don’t get distracted with the minor defeats. This is war. Cities will be lost, people slaughtered. And if I were you, I would be more concerned about why they sent so few of the ilken.”

Manon is absolutely right, of course, but Alien shuts her down and everyone pats her on the ass for it. God I am fucking sick of the narrative bending over backwards to praise Alien for breathing.

Manon said a bit numbly, as if it was the first time she’d even spoken it to herself, “I am the last Crochan Queen—the last direct descendant of Rhiannon Crochan herself.”

Because literally nobody can not be royalty in this series. Average people from normal backgrounds rising up to do extraordinary deeds? Pfffft, nobody will read or like that. I am going to proceed to cling to my copies of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and cry now.

Two queens—there were two queens among them, Dorian realized.

And two princes - Rowboat and Assdion were described as princes for whatever the fuck reason - and a king, which is Dorito’s crusty ass. No wonder my favorite character, Gav, isn’t royalty, everyone who is is an asshole.

“Maybe [Maeve] told Erawan [that Aelin is alive],” Aedion said. Fenrys whipped his head to the general. “She’s never had any contact with Erawan, or Adarlan.” “As far as you know,” Aedion mused. “Unless she’s a talker in the bedroom.”

Great, so now we can add Assdion slut shaming Fenrys to the list of his sins. Oh, but since Fenrys is a guy, it’s played off as a joke because of course men can’t be slut shamed, tee hee! I fucking hate you, SJM.

Fenrys says something that makes Alien think of Baba Yellowlegs, a character in the carnival in Cr0wn of Midnight. Turns out she was a fortune teller who is now connected to this plot because SJM totally didn’t pull the Fae shit out her ass for H0F, nope!

Rowan knocked on the door of their private bathing room. [Aelin]’d locked it. Walked into their room, then into the bathing room, and locked him out. And now she was puking her guts up.

Indoor plumbing.....private bathrooms...... on a medieval ship..... they have functioning toilets......in the medieval century......

THIS GODDAMN WORLDBUILDING. So what goddamn time period is this in? Clearly its like medieval Britain, they have monarchies and castles, and use swords/arrows but then they have shit like toilets?? You have to pick a time period and stick to it, gdi, you can’t pick and choose!

Rowboat flips because she locked him out. Maybe she’s sick and wants to be left alone, fuck face??? Seriously he’s being so possessive and controlling this is not healthy!!!

Ten seconds. Ten more seconds seemed like a fair enough amount of time before [Rowan] crunched down on the handle and splintered the lock.

Holy fucking possessiveness. Batman! I fucking hate this asshole.

Rowan looked at the bucket [Aelin]’d half filled, then at her bloodless lips. At the sweat beaded on her brow.

Oh, so this means no toilets? Well, I suppose I’ll have to apologize a bit for my rant, but having private bathrooms is still dumb. later Rowboat sees that everyone has gone to shit on the nearby islands.

Eyllwe. Eyllwe was burning.

Greaaaaaaaat can’t wait to see how these people’s suffering is reduced to nothing but angst for Alien’s feefees......

#the worm talks #the worm reads: eos #anti sjm #anti tog #anti eos

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Adam and Eve Chapter 10: Love Letter

hello! I’m sorry it’s been so long, my bf was visiting and he lives far away so i was devoting all my time to him while he was here :) Without further ado, chapter 10:)

Read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11360046/chapters/25427913

Summary: Archie dumps Veronica, Betty searches the Lodge house and Betty and Jughead have lunch with RJ

Rated: M (a little spanking)

Word Count: 5077

Betty was dreading today. Today was the last day of school before winter break, that was a plus, but what was pressing in her mind was snooping through her best friend’s house as she was supposed to be comforting said best friend during a break up. She knew how harsh is was too lose Archie-- he was well sculpted and sturdy, like a thoroughbred, but he wasn’t mature and often selfish. She didn’t regret her time wasted loving Archie, because it made loving Jughead more special. He was everything Archie couldn’t be, understanding, poetic, selfless and multidimensional. She hoped Veronica would gain that clarity when she found a new man, as she surely would.

The blonde had trouble concentrating on her classes and Veronica was noticing. The two were lab partners in chemistry and Veronica heavily relied on Betty to do the brunt of the work, but Betty’s mind couldn’t focus on the names of the chemicals and which ones didn’t go together.

“If I had known you were going to zone out today, I would’ve actually paid attention,” Veronica nudged her shoulder playfully.

“Sorry, V. Stuff has just been-- well you know. Has your dad arrived yet?” Betty asked gently.

Veronica’s face cracked and revealed a bit of sadness, but she quickly pieced herself back together and busied herself with rearranging the test tubes by size. “He’s going to be there when we get to my apartment. I’m excited for him to meet you, at least. The only true friend I’ve ever had.”

Betty gave her friend a soft smile and buckled down, scanning her notes. Veronica was clearly hurting and Betty needed to stop making it about her.

Once classes got out, Veronica was pretty much glued to Betty’s side. Archie wanted to speak with Veronica alone, and Archie kept shooting eyes at Betty for her to leave them alone when they were sitting in the student commons, but Veronica had her arm tightly looped through Betty’s.

“Maybe you can meet him sometime, Archiekins,” Veronica said.

“Huh?” Archie wasn’t pay attention, just thinking of an escape route.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Archie said firmly. He glared at Betty again.

Betty unwrapped herself from the raven haired girl, “Archie, do you want some privacy?”

Archie responded with yes simultaneously as Veronica said no. Veronica reached for Betty’s hand as the girl stood up. Betty stood there awkwardly, Veronica clutching her sweaty palm. The girl’s lip trembled and Betty realized that Veronica had known this was coming.

“Just say it,” Veronica whispered.

“Ronnie, it’s not you, it’s me--”

Veronica scoffed, “And to think you could be more original. We are all going through shit Archie, I get it. I don’t know if you really mean to leave me, or you’re just confused, and I’m so sorry about your dad, but don’t need a boyfriend that gives up when things are hard. I’ll still be here for you if you need me, though.”

She was quite level in her speech and Betty wondered how long Veronica had seen this coming. She stood up, balanced her purse on the crook of her elbow, and linked arms with Betty again. Veronica gave a dramatic wave goodbye and swept Betty away into the black SUV Smithers was driving.

“Is everything alright Miss Lodge?” Smithers asked, looking at her through the rearview mirror, obviously seeing her red eyes from the few tears she let fall when she spoke with Archie.

“All is well, Smithers,” she replied. Veronica brushed some invisible lint off her skirt, an excuse to shield her eyes from Smithers’ concerned look.

Betty dipped her head and whispered to her friend, “How long did you sense a break up coming?”

Veronica looked up and patted Betty’s knee like she was a young, niave child.

“Archie isn’t very subtle when he gets a wandering eye. He is fiercely dedicated when he is caught up in the emotions of teenage romance, but once the trance is broken, he started scoping other girls out. This was going on even before Fred. I think I’ve had time to digest him leaving me,” Veronica explained. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset. We are still binging with Ben and Jerry tonight.”

“But he shouldn’t have done it today of all days….” Betty trailed off, allowing Veronica to surmise what she meant herself.

“Men aren’t known for their mindfulness for a reason, Betty.”

Smithers gave the girl’s their privacy until theyreached the lavish apartment complex. Smithers opened the car door and helped each girl out before he spoke, “Mr. Lodge is eager to see you.”

“I bet he is,” Veronica replied in a gravelly tone.

Smithers escorted the girls to the elevator and gave a curt bow when they entered. The girls were silent, both brains consumed of thoughts about dads, ex-boyfriends, current boyfriends and mystery.

Veronica paused at the door and turned to Betty. Her delicate hand rested on the golden knob.

“I haven’t seen him for months,” Veronica whispered carefully, “I don’t even know this man.”

Betty placed her palm on Veronica’s caped shoulder and squeezed lightly. “Then get to know him.”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

Before Betty could open her mouth and say, you don’t have to, just because he’s your dad doesn’t mean he’s your family, but Hiram must have heard them outside, because the door swung open and he emerged, arms wide open to embrace his daughter. Veronica’s body was rigid against his hug and her smile was strained when he pulled away and examined her face.

“You look so… mature,” Hiram admired. “I’ve missed my baby girl!”

“Missed you too, Dad,” Veronica said half-heartedly, which Betty didn’t think Hiram noticed, and if he had, he was choosing to ignore it.

Hiram gestures towards Betty, “And who is this young lady?”

Betty stretched out her hand, cautious to keep her palms closed until she shook it. Hiding her scars was second nature to her. “I’m Betty Cooper. I’m a very good friend of Ronnie’s.”

“Best friend,” Veronica corrected and smiled genuinely at Betty.

Hermonice came up behind Hiram and leaned on his back, placing her chin on his shoulder. It was all lovey dovey, but all forced Betty noticed. The person Hermione really had feelings for was dead, and that had Hiram sitting pretty again. It seemed like a solid motive, killing Fred so Hermione would stay with Hiram. But that story didn't link up with the footprints, unless Hiram hired Hacksaw, which he had done before. Yet the heels, that still didn’t add up. She was weary about searching Veronica’s place, but the more she thought about, the more she acknowledged Jughead was right.

“Betty is Alice and Hal Cooper’s daughter,” Hermione said sweetly, but with a hint of something else.

Hiram arched is highbrows and pursed his lips like he had just sucked on a lemonhead candy. “Delightful.”

Veronica crossed her arms. Why were the roles so reversed in Riverdale? The children were forgiving and kind, but the adults were all about blood and money. Specifically, family blood and family money. If they cared about family so much, why did Veronica’s parents did everything to push her away?

“Can we come in now? My feet are killing me in these new Jimmy Choo boots,” Veronica pushed past her parents and flopped on the immaculately white couch. Betty joined her awkwardly and sat up incredibly straight, afraid pressing her back onto it would leave stains and secrets on the sofa.

“What’s for dinner?” Veronica untied her heeled boots and rubbed her feet with shaking hands. Betty gave her a quick side hug, trying to transfer strength to Veronica.

“Your father and I are picking up taking out from the french restaurant and Greendale. Your father wants to stay in tonight, but wants good food, and the world knows I can’t cook!” Hermione joked, eyes sparking, but it looked likey were sparkling with tears and not happiness.

If her dad made her mom so miserable why did she stay? Veronica remembered her mom saying it wasn’t that simple, but that term was always a concoction by adults to excuse their selfish behavior, it seemed to Veronica. Maybe she would start saying that to her mother; she doubt Hermione Lodge would accept that reasoning for anything.

“Does dad want to stay in to hide from the media?” Veronica pressed.

Hiram took a deep breath and sat across from his daughter on the matching white sofa. “That is why Riverdale is so great honey, we don’t have to worry about that here.”

Veronica scoffed and murmured, “Sure.”

Hiram looked over at his wife angrily, and jerked his head towards their scowling daughter. Hermione looked started, like she was just woken from a deep sleep, “Veronica, don’t talk to your father like that,” Hiram glanced again wanting more; “You should be happy your father is home.”

Hermione's voice was robotic but Hiram was pleased with her response.

“I am,” Veronica drawled carelessly, “It’s just hard to go to back to normal after you’ve been in jail for months and I couldn’t see you.”

“You know he didn’t want you to see him like that!” Hermione chimed in.

Veronica began to brim with tears, “Yeah, whatever. Betty and I are going to my room.”

The raven haired girl sat up and took Betty by the hand to drag her along to her bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Veronica slammed the door and winced instantly, perhaps frightened by the power of her emotions.

“It’s going better than I thought,” Veronica sighed against the closed door.

Betty chuckled at that and Veronica joined in. It wasn’t necessarily a joke, but Veronica recognized how odd it sounded. Veronica was out of the shadow of her father’s spell, she didn’t want to be around him.

“Your dad seems like he has quite the hold on your mom,” Betty observed, moving to Veronica’s bed and motioning for her to join her.

“It’s always been like that,” Veronica said sitting down, “I thought it was because she loved him so much, but I think it’s because she fears him.”

The girl nestled deeper into her pillows and closed her eyes, clearly not grasping the implication of what she told Betty, who was already slowly beginning to suspect her father.

“I’m so exhausted, I wanna sleep and escape this shit. I’m sorry Betty, do you mind? You’re welcome to watch TV or do stuff on my computer,” Veronica lifted her head only slightly from the pillows and talked desperately. Veronica often used sleeping to escape and it was more than perfect timing for amaetur slueth, Betty Cooper.

“Of course, V,” Betty smiled. She tucked the covers over Veronica and kissed her forehead. Veronica is the real Sleeping Beauty. She kept her dress on, her makeup and pearls, and began to drift off quickly with her best friend beside her. Betty kept up the charade of scrolling through her phone until she heard the whispering snores of Veronica.

The blonde slipped out of her friend's bedroom and gently padded across the hall, waiting at the curve where the wall of the hallway and living room met. She hated the word eavesdropping, she preferred to think she was ‘accidentally listening to someone’s private conversation for the sake of gaining knowledge without the person’s permission accidentally’ when she eavesdropped.

“I know it’s not what you envisioned when you got the news you were coming home, but Ronnie’s been through a lot since you’ve been gone. The move, the murders, the… the business situation,” Hermione was obviously choosing her words delicately.

There was a silence, not a comfortable one, but a silence filled with hurried movement she couldn’t see and a gasp from Hermione. Betty turned her body slightly and could see Hiram and gotten up and was now clenching Hermione's wrist furiously.

“Tell her to behave, Hermione. I’m her father and she will be happy to see me,” Hiram said through gritted teeth.

Smithers walked in and coughed, causing Hiram to release his grip and brush off his trousers like it was just another day’s work to threaten his wife.

“Forgive me for intruding, but the restaurant called and the food is ready for pick up. Shall I drive you?”

Hiram nodded quickly and took Hermione's hand in a less harsh, but still firm, grip and guided her to the hanging coat rack next to the door.

“That’s alright Smithers, I would like to drive my wife myself,” Hiram replied shorty.

The Lodge parents left in a dervish and Smithers was left alone. Betty felt intrusive on his private moment, as he let his shoulders fall and inspected his white gloved hands. He sighed, the sigh of a man that failed to protect someone he loved, and she realized Smithers wanted to be more than Mrs. Lodge’s butler. Smithers had his own room down the hall from the Lodge residence, and he left the apartment to go there, she assumed.

This was her perfect chance, and she wasn’t going to waste it. Hiram Lodge hadn’t been back in civilization long, but it was clear he kept up on business even from his cell, so his office still could prove lucrative. After that would be the bedroom. Betty wasn’t pressured to work too fast, the restaurant was quite a ways away, but she couldn't dillydally on meaningless items either. She wwished Jughead was by her side, not only because it would be more efficient to split up into different rooms and then switch, combing through to find what the other would have missed, but because he was her partner through everything, and sleuthing without him didn’t feel right.

The study was at the end of the infinite hallway that had the doors to the bedrooms and bathroom. The door creaked when she opened it and she winced at the sound. Upon first impressions, the study was eerily immaculate, not a single corner of a paper out of place in the neat stack. She would have to tiptoe everywhere to preserve its pristineness. She went to the stack of paper first, but they were mostly bills that had to be paid and business memos with economic jargon she didn’t understand. One paper could be useful though, it was an unsigned contract drawn up to buy Andrews’ construction. She snapped a picture of it with her cell phone camera to look over later.

Betty gingerly opened the drawers on the oak desk, careful not to rouse the arrangement of what could be inside. It was just office supplies, incredibly unhelpful, but a bright red pen caught her eye. It was a pen from a Blossom Syrup promotion that happened several years ago, before the Lodge’s had arrived in Riverdale; Betty remembered the promotion because those pens were the best and she used them exclusively to write in her diary. Mr. Lodge must have more connections with the Blossoms than just high school and business rivals if he had been in Riverdale over eight years ago and gone to their promotion at Thorne Hill. Betty took a picture of the pen as well and made a note to look further into the Lodge and Blossom personal and business ties.

The next drawer was locked, but that was no match for Betty, she simply removed a bobby pin from her tight ponytail and jimmied the lock with it. It popped open roughly and it made on of the manilla files’ contents stick out above the rest. She pulled out the file that was labeled P followed by the dates Hiram was in prison. Betty sat on the floor and leafed through them, they were letters, all written delaticaly in feminine swirls. They were all addressed to Hiram and signed with a simple P. She wouldn’t have time to read all of these, so she shuffled through them and took pictures with her phone to read with Jughead later. Just by riffling through them, Betty could tell they were love letters. And last time she checked, Hermione didn’t start with a P.

Heavy footsteps were heard down the hallway and Betty’s body froze. How could they be back so early? Had she lost track of time? She stuffed the file back in the drawer and closed it soundlessly before scrambling under the desk just as the door opened. The person who entered didn’t call out, just simply walked to one spot, breathed out, walked to another spot in the room, breathed out again, and repeated. Betty clamped her hand over her mouth to stop the sounds of her anxious heaving. If it was Veronica, she could come up and make some excuse, Ronnie would probably believe her in the state she was in, but it wasn’t Veronica; the steps were too clunky and baritone.

Light splattered over her once the chair that was under the desk was pulled out to reveal her shaking frame. It was Smithers and he greeted her with a cautious but warm smile. Betty felt slightly relieved, but she wasn’t about to letter her guard down. He offered her a hand and she took it gingerly and he helped her up.

“You’re a brave girl,” Smithers observed.

“I need to find out what happened to my friend’s dad,” Betty said pointedly.

“Revenge is a tricky thing. There rarely is one person behind these things, and a lot of innocent people get tangled up in these sort of things,” Smithers said.

“You seem to be more aware of what’s going on then someone would first assume,” Betty said carefully.

“I’ve been a butler to rich people for a long time. They don’t get there by playing nice,” Smithers explained. “If you continue looking into their affairs, I should warn you. They’ll ruin anyone in their path.”

“I’m not scared of them,” Betty proclaimed firmly more to herself than Smithers. She was a serpent now. She had a gun and a leather jacket. Blossoms and Lodges weren’t shit anymore.

“I figured as much,” Smithers smiled fondly, “So I’ll give you a tip. Mrs. Lodge’s has the ledger for Andrews’ construction in the desk in her room. It has a combination lock. It’s Miss Lodge’s birth year. There is something in there you must see. I got a text from Mrs. Lodge that they will be arriving in 15 minutes, so you must hurry. I’ll stall them as long as I can if you aren’t out by then.”

“Are you helping me because you want Hiram out of the picture?” Betty probed.

Smithers looked uncomfortable and tightened his ridiculous tie sharply. “I am also fond of knowledge and justice, Miss Cooper.”

Betty smirked, “Uh huh.”

She scurried out of the room and through the first door on the left to Mr. and Mrs. Lodge’s room. It was pristine in there as well, even the linens were pure white with just a touch of baby blue trim. The desk on the left was black and more modern than Hiram’s, and the combination lock drawer was narrow. She spun the silver numbers to read 2001 and pulled it out easily. The ledger was the only item in there. Betty took it out gingerly, like it was a precious breakable stone, and flipped through the pages silently. Nothing but random numbers until there was something written on the back cover. It was Fred’s handwriting, Betty could tell, and it looked like notes for an upcoming project, like he doodled on the first thing he could reach. It resembled a house, a beautiful cottage by Sweetwater River, and underneath it said Hermione and Fred’s dream home.

There were building a house together? Clearly things were more serious than anyone in town knew. She snapped a picture of that as well and slipped out of the room, winking at Smithers who was guarding the door, and slipped back into Veronica’s bed like nothing was wrong.

Betty was excited when she woke up the next morning. She changed quickly while Veronica was still sleeping (she woke up for dinner, ate, they watched a movie and went right back to bed), gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back to the trailer. Jughead was already up waiting for her on the couch, leafing through a worn copy of Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut. He bolted up right when she arrived and he looked at her expectedly.

“Well? I’ve been dying to know,” Jughead patted the cushion beside him and closed his book not bothering to save his place.

Betty sat and pulled out her phone, “I took pictures of everything. An unsigned copy of a contract to buy Andrews’ construction, a Blossom Syrup pen from many years ago they he could only get in Riverdale, love letters he got in prison… and apparently Hermione and Fred were daydreaming about a house together.”

Jughead swiped through the pictured and stopped when he go to one on the letters. “Who is P?”

Betty shrugged. “Another mystery.”

“It seems neither Lodge is faithful to their partner,” Jughead observed.

“Rich people never are, it seems.”

“Good thing you’re middle class and I’m poor,” Jughead chuckled.

Betty didn’t think it was funny. She swatted his arm and scowled. “I could have all the money in the world and I would never do that, Juggie. We’ve been through so much together and I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Nobody understands me but you.”

“That’s a cliche.”

Betty didn’t like his answer and continued to pout. “Well, it’s true so shut up. Don’t let your insecurities doubt my love for you.”

Jughead gave her a side eyed glance and shrugged. “I just hate myself a lot sometimes. I still can’t believe a girl like you could ever love me; I often wonder what alternate reality I’ve stepped into.”

“Well, wherever it is, I never want to leave,” Betty whispered and cocked her head to kiss his full lips.

He kissed her back, putting all of his insecurities into a bruising kiss and grabbing her cheek to bring her closer. She knocked his beanie off in one swipe and pushed her tongue in his mouth, exploring the wet cavern like never before, Betty wanting to show him how invested in him she was. Jughead shed his flannel followed by breaking the kiss shortly for his shirt to come off as well. He moaned hungrily in Betty’s mouth when she tweaked his nipples in between her thumb and forefinger. The couple worked together to shed all of their clothes until both were naked, Jughead on top of Betty, his hardness ready and poking at her creamy white thigh. He kissed down her neck and chest and nibbled lightly on the swells of her breast. His hand snaked down to her center and rubbed her clit in long, lazy circles. Betty arched sharply into his touch and Jughead smirked. Her little mewls and moans gave him courage to experiment.

“Can we try a new position?” Jughead asked.

Betty nodded excitedly and Jughead flipped her on her stomach and brought her up to her knees by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling up.

“Is this okay?”

Betty just moaned in response and Jughead plunged into her from behind, the new angle causing both teens to grunt lowly like cave people. He respected Betty so much, her mind, her sound her brain… but fuck seeing her ass bouncing on his cock, the expanse of her back shiny with sweat, her blonde ponytail begging to be grabbed-- it was all so erotic. He wanted to give her an orgasm so badly, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

“Slap my ass,” Betty ordered breathlessly, so much so Jughead couldn’t understand her.

He bent over her and whispered in her ear, “What?”

“Slap my ass, Jughead.”

Jughead growled in response and leaned back to give her wiggling ass a joyful smack. It reddened a little, but that wasn’t enough for Betty.

“Again,” she commanded.

He smakced her again she hissed. The stinging only hurt for a moment, but afterwards it was like her whole body was vibrating. Jughead smacked her ass one more time and rubbed lovingly, the combination of lust and love overwhelming her and making her clamp and cum on Jughead’s erection. The sudden tightness had him gritting his teeth and he spilled into her soon after.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Jughead said as he leaned over and kissed her spine. He rolled off and onto the floor, too warm to feel the starchy seats of the couch on his body. Betty joined him on the floor and snuggled naked on his side.

“My ass stings,” Betty murmured.

“Did I go too far?” Jughead sat up slightly and his eyes furrowed in concern.

“No, I liked it,” she smirked.

Once they were showered and dressed, they sat down to paw through the love letters Betty didn’t get a chance to read. There was nothing too personal in them that would tip off who it was, just loving admirations and some gross detailed sex acts that wouldn’t let Jughead or Betty look at Hiram Lodge the same way again. At least the horrible scenes let them know that P was indeed a woman, as he called her sexy mama and unashamedly described how he wanted to ravish her female assets.

“P mentioned conjugal visits,” Jughead pointed out.

“She was probably joking,” Betty snorted.

“We should still see if we can get records of who visited him in jail and see if he received conjugal visits from anyone,” Jughead offered.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt to try,” Betty said.

“Speaking of doesn’t hurt to try… I kind of told RJ we could meet him for lunch today. He really needs some friends,” Jughead said.

“Okay, that sounds nice,” Betty smiled and booped his nose with her finger.

Pop’s was yet again empty, so it was easy to find RJ sitting in the booth alone. He waved happily when he saw them and gestured for them to come over. Jughead and Betty sat side by side in the booth across from him and ordered two chocolate milkshakes.

“Are you excited for break, RJ?” Betty said, starting the conversation off. That was part of the reason Jughead wanted Betty to go so badly, she knew exactly how to do small talk and keep a social encounter not awkward.

“Yeah, I love being home with my parents and the girls, and now Jughead,” he smiled lazily.

“That sounds fun! I would love to meet your foster sisters, I always wanted to a little sister. I can give them makeovers or something!” Betty offered excitedly.

“That sounds fantastic!” RJ clapped his hands together and beamed at the two. “Also, I don’t like to call my sisters foster sisters, they’re more than that.”

“Of course,” Betty nodded, surprised at how good natured the boy was. “I’m sure they need a loving figure like you in their lives. Foster care usually means the child has had trauma.”

“You’re right about that. But that doesn’t define them,” RJ responded shorty.

Betty needed to work to steer the conversation into a lighter direction, “Do you have any fun Christmas traditions?”

The three teens ate and chatted for the rest of the lunch. Betty made sure never to tread away from light happy things, RJ seemed to be really sensitive, and that was fine. She was used to that, as Polly was the same way.

“Betty? Betty?” Jughead said softly, breaking Betty from her troubling thoughts.

“Oh, yes?” Betty smiled.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom then we will head out, okay?”

Betty nodded and Jughead clambered to the back. RJ looked at Betty expectedly, wanting her to talk, obviously.

“Thank you for taking Jughead in. I know he’s not there all the time, but he needs a solid place to land. So, thanks,” Betty said.

“My pleasure,” RJ said and reached out his hand and grabbed Betty’s. He intertwined their fingers and Betty was put off by his claminess. Betty knew he was just being nice, but she wanted to desperately to wiggle free from his grasp. “I got to met you.”

Now it was a little more than being nice, and Betty wrenched free, leaving RJ with a confused look on his face.

“I love Jughead,” Betty said, hoping that would back him off a bit.

“I know that,” He paused breifly before continuing, “But when you climbed through my window that night, all flushed and drunk and horny-- I usually like the innocent type, but you’re incredible. You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for. I’ve been looking in all the wrong places… but you… you’re sweet and innocent, then give your boyfriend a handjob while I’m sleeping across the room,” RJ’s voice is low and husky and Betty squirms in her seat. She didn’t know how to respond. If she punched him like she wanted to, Jughead could lose his foster family, and then where would he go? She needed him here, near her.

Before Betty had to respond, Jughead returned and offered his hand to Betty.

“Ready?” Jughead asked.

Betty swallowed and nodded, standing up quickly and pulling Jughead to the door. Jughead waved goodbye and was pushed into the truck by Betty.

“What has gotten into you?” Jughead chuckled awkwardly.

“RJ is… he hit on me, Juggie. I don’t want to be around him. Please drive,” Betty said.

“I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, I’ll go talk to him,” Jughead offered, but Betty stopped his arm that reached for the handle.

“No. It was not a misunderstanding. He likes how I’m innocent or something… and he heard us that night in the room,” Betty whispered the last part, ashamed.

“He’s an awkward kid, maybe he was just trying to be nice and it came out wrong,” Jughead shrugged.

“There’s awkward and then there is creepy. If you’re not going to believe me we are done talking about this. Either way, that,” Betty pointed to Pop’s like it was a pile of poop with flies circling it, “is never happening again.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, Betty,” Jughead said.

Betty just shrugged and leaned over to the driver’s seat and turned the key for him to start the engine. “Then promise me you won’t make me see him again.”

“Of course, Betty, I promise. You’ll never see RJ again.”

#riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #bughead #bughead fanfiction #its kinda anti varchie #bughead smut #multichap

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luxenna · 5 years

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Helllllllllllooooo again.

I feel super meh. Not great, not terrible, but just... in the middle. Like I’m a little bit worse than just ‘okay.’

There’s a few reasons why, but I wanted to just talk about some random stuff that’s been on my mind and some stuff that’s been going on in my life.

I started running! Eric and I went on a cruise a few weeks ago (which was amaaaaazing, btw!) and I was getting ready for that beach body lmao by running, which I started to enjoy... I guess lmao

Anyways, after the cruise I didn’t really have any motivation to run, so I decided to sign up for a 5k with my coworkers so now I have some motivation to train for that. It’s next week. After that, I’m not sure what else is going to motivate me other than just health reasons??? I do like how I feel after the run and it’s a great distraction so hopefully I’ll be able to keep it up.

I started from rock bottom so my mile time is kinda abysmal, but at least I’m able to run almost 2 miles without stopping to walk now. The last time I ran this much was back in high school and I was pretty much in the best shape of my life back then, although I think I’m getting pretty close now. So I’m pretty happy about that.

Work has been pretty good. I’ve been kind of feeling unmotivated, mostly because it’s been a bit slow. I’ve been studying for my A+ certification (it’s an IT certification) so that is my next goal. After that I want to start shadowing the system admins because I think their roles are really interesting and I can see myself doing something like that. Being a sysadmin is a long term goal of mine.

I still love my job and where I work, but I’ve just been feeling kind of bored because I don’t feel SUPER challenged, but I know that I should appreciate the slow times before it gets super busy and I get hella stressed hahah.

My social life kind of sucks right now. :/ I don’t really hang out with my Year Up friends anymore, which I addressed why in the previous blog post. The other group of friends are people I’ve known since high school, and honestly I’ve never felt included in their group so I’ve just kind of given up on trying to feel included. It’s exhausting and I think it’s starting to take a toll on my self esteem.

That’s why I gravitated my towards my Year Up friends back then because they really included me and my presence felt appreciated. It just fucking sucks that I don’t have them anymore. I have a few friends that I still talk to, but honestly it’s not enough.

I don’t really know how to remedy this other than meeting new people but lets be real lmao I’m shy as fuck. I know a lot of cool people at work but there’s not a ton of people around my age for me to hang out with. I know the only way to fix this is to get out of my comfort zone so I’m eventually going to face that... eventually.

I’m getting close to moving out. My dad and I are actually going to go see an apartment tomorrow morning. I looked at the pictures and the unit looks pretty nice, so hopefully this will be the one I’ll want to move into. If not, it’s not really a rush, I just want to experience living by myself and having that freedom lol

Eric is getting deployed soon (AGAIN -___-) but this is the last time hopefully, because he’s getting out and moving to Washington afterwards. I’m fucking stoked beyond belief about that, but it’s just this hurdle that we both have to get over before that happens. I’m stressed and sad about that because it’s going to be difficult to adjust to the time difference again. The last time he was deployed I was able to stay up because I didn’t have a job, but since I’m a stupid adult and have responsibilities I gotta sleep at a normal time lol.

I know it fucking sucks but I know we can get through it like we’ve always done. I’m just soooooooooooooooo over it, I just want to get our lives started already lmao. WE’RE SOOOO CLOSE!

I guess that is the main things why i’ve been pretty meh lately. My sad social life and Eric leaving. And the weather changing probably has something to do with it as well. I’m definitely getting a light therapy light for my desk at work.

Also this is a super first world problem but ever since I got hired at my current job I’ve been making more money than I can handle? Like I’m trying SO HARD not to spend it on stupid shit and not eating out all the time, if I play it smart I can save up soooo much money now because I don’t have any bills (other than rent...soon....) but I feel like I’m not handling my money as well as I should be. I’m not in the red ever, but I feel like I could be saving a lot more. I’m probably being too hard on myself though as always.

Okay, I think I just brain dumped everything onto this blog entry. Catch ya next time. :)

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thatweirdmod · 4 years

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Sainwell and Iglair PART 6 END

Love is over.

I'm sitting in the lawn chair on my porch again, the cool beer in my hand dangling from my fingertips idly. I'm staring ahead blank-faced. I observe the worn down homes and trailers beyond my soggy, green patched lawn, the grey sky above them, the bright light cracking through as if through broken glass.

I see it. I lift the can to my mouth, sensitively aware to everything about it- the uneven weight due to its half emptiness, the sharpness of the opening, the uncomfortable wetness of the drop of beer on the opening as I place my mouth to it again.

I take one last sip, and throw the can across the yard, watching some of the beer spill. I rub the bits of stubble on the face that I haven't shaved for two days.

I'm set to meet Iglair in 15 minutes. We're just supposed to hang around in the arse of town, maybe find some smellies to abuse. I don't know though. No matter how hard I work to clean up the trash around here, when I look around, it's still piled around me.

Bash one's brains, but there will still be a town full of them, loitering, consuming, existing when they ought not to. A gun is what I need- something automatic, specifically. "Charity begins at home." That sentence is vaguely comforting to me. Step by step, I'll start small and close.

I rise, and gather my things. You know what those are by now, but if not, you can make an educated guess. I walk, half dragging myself to the shortcut through the forest, where Iglair will likely meet me halfway.

Sure enough, there he is. Poor observational skills as usual- he doesn't notice me approaching. My dead, red-eyed stare pierces his casual form from behind.

I take my knife, and slice his throat before he can fully turn. Sweet red blood pours from his open throat like a decadent wine. Fool. How dare he look at me with that shock, almost like he's accusing me of a betrayal of sorts.

He gags, coughs, and chokes on his flowing blood, hands clutching his neck- helplessly, as if he could stanch the pouring. The slice parts and closes as he makes gulping and gurgling sounds. Is he attempting to swallow, I wonder?

I myself wouldn't be able to fully understand the look I know he sees on my face, in my eyes. He crumples to the ground. His blood soaks into the decaying leaves and fertilizes the dirt beneath him. Here he is, his final, gasping breaths sopping with thick, red blood.

He is pathetic, a victim and a cancer at the same time. This is not a paradox, because Iglair is just a human, just a notably terrible one. This whole time, I hated him. He was disgusting. It sickens me to even call him sad, like he invokes any sympathy.

Who was he, pretending to be some sort of superior predator alongside me? There is little difference between us and the so-called sheep in the end. The difference is only positive for.. do you remember it, the creature that has been reduced to skulking about on the edges of its raped forest?

It has already been made so that happiness is barred, at least partially, by our very nature. I expose parts of that fact. I'm honest in the areas where others choose blindness, but the price I've paid is blindness in the areas where others can see.

This place is nothing if not balanced. I'm no scientist, but if you've also read the science and behavior of electrons, atoms, and pressure, you will understand. Where else does that science apply?

I release a deep sigh. Iglair is no more. His legacy is nothing but a sack of bloody flesh. No more giggling girls will follow him, no more of his ignorant, idiotic smirks, no more of the weight of having a companion at my side, no more of his hypocrisy, no more arrogance.

I stand there for a while. It almost embarrasses me to move, but I know I'll have to eventually. Bastard- me this time. Then I smirk. I know a guy who sells drugs around here, and I've come into quite a collection from the bums I've been killing. I'll redeem the drugs for money today.

I have a little bit of blood on me, but he'll overlook it with the discount he's getting my meth and heroin for. The guy's place probably what you have in mind- worn down, concrete, dirty, and graffitied on the outside, and cluttered with bottles and other crap on the inside.

"What?", the thirty-something year old waste of scraggly hair asks me at the door. "Product", I respond. He nods, and steps aside for me to come in. I present him with a bag of drugs prolly about 1 pound. "Can I get $20 for these?"

"If you wanna sell yourself short, sure", he says with a light chuckle.

"It doesn't matter. I mainly want to get rid of them easily. The drugs weren't my main target." His face sobers a bit at this. Yeah yeah, he doesn't understand me, thinks I'm a creep. Whatever. Why the fuck's he getting serious anyways? I've done this 10 times before.

"Hang on a sec", Richard says. He goes to the back, to his bedroom, to get the money. He's returning. I wonder if he noticed that my hands are casually in my pockets now? When he's close, stretching out his hand with the cash, I whip my hand out of my right pocket, and slash his throat like a pro with the knife it's now holding.

He makes a gurgling sound of surprise and fear. His eyes are wide, and his blood splatters onto me, and the 20 dollar bill, unfortunately likely rendering it ruined. I'm sure he has much more around here though, along with the things that I actually came here to get.

This jackass, or former jackass, was bragging to me one day, waving around an AR-15 and other mainstream, infamous weapons of semi-auto destruction. He used them to rule the block. Now I will use them to kill the block. *Sigh*, why do I even try? I sound like a lamer version of the MC of Hatred.

I tear through his drawers, search underneath his bed, and any cranny I think he could be hiding money in. After a half hour, I've come up with $2000 cash, loads of ammo, two trusty big boy guns, and one pistol. I brought my extra large bag today, so I can stash everything in there, and go back out on the street looking only like some weird twat hauling around too much stuff.

I walk down the street, eyeing the bums and other disgusting people I pass by. I would like to start gunning these people down, but do I really want to be caught and stopped having only killed trash that was already prime for pick-up by someone else? There are better locations. I'll have to choose wisely.

Let's see. There's the downtown shopping area with the despised burger joints, the residential areas, and of course, the classic school. Might I just comment that no one seems to know how to do a school shooting properly.

For the amount of ammunition, and the vulnerability of the targets, few are actually killed. If the droves run away from me, I will empty my gun into the crowd and watch as many fall as possible. I won't fuck around, picking off randoms and missing 90% of the time. Kill like you mean it at least!

Even the infamous Columbine shooting is no exception. With the amount of ammo, and the quality of the weapons that the killers had, many more than 13 could have been killed. It's like they shot for the stars, wanting to and having the equipment to kill hundreds, probably, but they ended up fucking around and shooting the ground.

They sucked at building bombs too. They should've known that those barely tested, plain bombs would fail them. Fools, in many ways than just their failure at what they're so remembered for. Hah, they didn't even kill those jocks they hated so much.

To think there are idiots falling on their rotten cocks when they all did such sorry jobs. They were crazy and stupid, too. Maybe I'm getting too cocky, though. There's only one way to find out if I'll fair any better generally speaking, but I promise you this: I'll act with much more purpose and precision than any of them did.

Ah, how could I forget. There are four guys at school who like to rough me up. I've had a lot on my mind, and getting beaten is just a regular part of my schedule. So I've got a plan forming: start with revenge, then work my way down in the public spaces.

And to start with revenge, I need to start with my dad. I head home, and dump all the stuff I got back in my room. Hopefully no one will trace Richard's murder back to me until earliest the day after tomorrow. I strip down to my undershirt and boxers, and hop into bed. My alarm is set for 1:00 AM, a half hour before I can expect my dad back tonight.

After waking, I sit on my bed waiting with a half-finished beer. Sure enough, I hear the door banging open at 1:32 AM. I hear his familiar footsteps walking past my room into the bathroom. I walk out, and stand next to the door with a knife ready in my hand. When the door opens, I waste no time in stabbing the figure that presumes to step forth.

"Blerghhh!", he gurgles in reply. Blood pours from the stab wound in his lower neck as he looks at me when confusion and fear. It takes another several seconds of throat clenching and him staring at my cold face before understanding and indignation register in his age-murkied, alcohol reddened eyes. He dies as he lived- in anger and ignorance.

I realized now that I should've waited for him to settle down in a chair for supper instead of killing him where his fat, dirty body will be blocking the bathroom doorway. I'll also have to sidestep a huge mess of blood if I wanna shit in there.

I killed him well though, and the relief this has provided me is worth celebrating over the petty regrets. My name is Sainwell, said like "sane well". But I am neither sane nor well, it seems. What was I going to do after this? Ah yes; go to school in the morning, with my oversized bag and no books.

I try some of my dad's whiskey. Hmph, it's too strong and bitter for my tastes. Should I be embarrassed to admit that? Sleep comes easily. On the walk to school, I realize how empty this place is becoming.

Iglair, and the two giggling bitches who used to curse us with their unwelcome company, Brownie and Airey, are dead. This is the first time I've really noticed the benefits and effects of my work. I could almost cry. I've never been proud of myself before, and this is the closest I've come to it.

I arrive at school, and begin to place my marks. I'll start outside during lunch, when those four assholes who beat me everyday over by that fence will be expecting their toy to show up.

I wait around the corner, burglar's mask covering my face. The troglodytes start lining up, but of course, they don't see me. "Where's that little creepy loser at?", one asks. "He thinks he's being smart by being a no-show? That was the obvious solution from the start, but we'll give him double when we catch him next", another responds. So on the trolls grunt, laugh, and rave, until I've gotten my gun out, and have heard enough.

I swing out, and fire into the lot of them. Screams and yells of shock and horror rise from their midst as bullets cut through the air and strike through the worthless sacks of flesh, bone, and liquid. I cap down one who's trying to escape, and finish off the others with several bullets to the chests and heads.

I go over the wannabe escapie with the shot leg, and blow a hole clean through his head and out his eye. Glorious gore, brains, and blood are revealed and splattered. Skull fragments are blown about.

Shouts of alarm are starting up in the main part of the school. I have to hurry. I slip over the fence, and wait around the wall for evacuating students to cluster at the entrance. They're familiar with this type of thing, so they're just gonna gtfo. I hope no one sees me.

Once I'm satisfied with the crowd. I fire into it. And it is wonderful. Screaming, blood spraying, bodies falling, destruction. I can't go back and finish everyone, but hopefully I hit enough vitals to at least get a better fatality rate than losers like Klebold, Harris, and Cruz. Okay, maybe not Cruz (bitch with his 17 fatalities), but to make up for it, I have to get down to the burger joint quickly.

I cut through the woods. There are shouts behind me. Someone's probably suspicious and coming after me, even though I hid the weapon. I make it into downtown, and run down the street as fast as I can in my burglar's mask. I'm doing this for and with everything I have, so appreciate it. People are getting rattled up, but I made it in time. God, I made it in time!

I enter the burger shop, this hateful place that stinks of grease and the BO of selfish blobs. This hateful place where ungrateful, miserable employees in stained, greasy clothes and unwashed hats fill out the orders of an even more despicable populous. This place that embodies the concrete that smothered the creature's home, and devours all within a trillion mile radius.

My friend, I am here again, feeling every movement and thought in slow-motion as I pull my gun out and fire into these disgusting, short-sighted, arrogant, self-satisfied pricks.

I'm blocking the exit that the customers would use, but what of the one in the back, that those slimy distributers of filth and socially acceptable rape and agonizingly slow annihilation will use to escape the wrath being dealt? Yeah, bitch, I'm talking about the employee exit or something. Well, I've already blocked the door, so voila!

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

Oohh, one of the fat pigs just tried to come past me directly. Down he goes onto the dirty floor, to lie in his own fat and blood, until someone picks him up and carries him off to mourn the end of his worthless life.

They're hiding behind the counter. I hear some idiot talking to the police. I rush over and shoot her in the head, right through the phone she's holding to her ear! She's goes dead and blank-eyed. Dark, sticky red pours through the hole in her phone. It falls from her limp hand.

Other women are wailing and screaming at the death of this worthless and awfully annoying woman. I shoot them too. I bet they've never been quieter in their lives. "I just did you all a favor", I shout to the rest of the "restaurant". "Now you won't have to hear those shrill, stupid, irritating voices anymore!"

Cries of accusation, disgust and pleading rise from the remaining fools behind the counter. I gun the rest of them down, and head into the kitchen. "You're all FIRED! Get it?" I kill the employees that are there. One falls over, bleeding all over an unfinished burger and knocking over a condiments container. The kitchen is as dirty as one might imagine. I shake my head in disgust.

The blue-baptized army of justice is arriving, but I can't die in here. So I run. I run as fast away as I can. They're shooting at me, but by the justice that once roamed the free land, the wind allows my escape. The birds' honor gives my feet flight into the woods. I kneel, panting, with one of the big boy guns in hand.

The voices of the concrete monster behind me disturb and echo through what should be peaceful air and atmosphere, seeking more blood and retribution for "tragedy". How strange and sad that the grey monster knows NOT that it is the bringer of the greatest tragedy. It's brainwashed itself into thinking itself handsome. Even as it looks into the mirror in the place of cleansing, it sees not the reflection.

And now I have to die to the ringing of its voice? Beggars can't be choosers, though, and I'm far from an innocent. Here I take the life which I gave, and pull the trigger.

A bullet blasts through my chin, up through my tongue, thunders through my brains, parting them with explosive intensity, and finally, goes out through the top of the inside of my skull, leaving a hole in my plain, light brown hair.

#finale #suicide #crime #crazy

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