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nexustherexus · 3 months

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WRITING BS

SOOO I finally finished this damn thing, Im working on getting it on my ao3 (but tags r so fucking UHGG) so I'm gonna post it here! tw for saw stuff ofc, also title recs r welcome! cuz I suck at titles.

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The odor of blood and decay suffocates Adam as it radiates throughout the pitch-black bathroom.

Zep's lifeless body lies a few feet in front of him, his body bloated and discolored, he vaguely feels maggots squirm on his ankle, eating away at the dying flesh around the raw welts but he can't bring himself to care.

Adam shivers as he leans against the cold pipe of the bathroom, the bullet wound on his shoulder burns as it rubs against the fabric of his shirt, causing him to groan and squeeze his eyes shut in pain.

In his feverish daze, he wonders if Lawrence will return for him.

He promised, Lawrence promised, he wouldn't lie to him.

Would he?

Adam stares at his hands in front of him as he flickers in and out of consciousness, they shake violently.

Adam feels his hunger deep in his bones, leaving him aching and weak. He lets his head fall into his weak hands, furiously shaking as he begins to hear an all too familiar voice.

"I wouldn't lie to you” a familiar voice whispers harshly against his ear. Despite the words being said, the voice makes every muscle in Adam tense in fear.

"You're not real, shut up!" Adam grits out between clenched teeth, his voice dry and strained as it echoes throughout the empty bathroom, his fingers itch for a cigarette now more than ever.

“It doesn't matter now, does it? You're dying Adam” The doctor's calm voice says, devoid of any emotion.

As Adam attempts to hold back the tears that threaten to fall, he clamps his hands over his ears roughly to muffle the echoing whispers of Lawrence.

It doesn't help, his voice sounds just as close and clear as it did before.

Tears start to fall off Adam's sunken cheeks and sharp jaw as he finally breaks out in sobs, strained apologies, and confessions are whispered frantically.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” Adam cries as his wails echo around the bathroom, “I want to live, please let me live, please come back” he whispers as his grip around his ears tightens.

Adam passes out with his head in between his arms for what has to be hours before he jumps up, woken up to bloodcurdling screams echoing all around him, his skull vibrates from the volume as he recognizes Zep's screams, the screams he caused.

But Zep was dead.

Wasn't he?

Adam slowly opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and looks a few feet in front of him where Zep’s corpse is supposed to be, he can smell the decaying flesh and the metallic blood covering them but Zep's body is gone, even in the dark bathroom he can tell that Zep’s body is gone.

Adam strains his eyes to make out the details in the darkness, he frantically looks around as things come into focus, Zep had to be in the bathroom with him.

He remembers the feeling of warm blood splattering onto him, covering him in the sticky red substance. He remembers when Zepp’s skull cracked under him as his adrenaline-filled body smashed, smashed, smashed away Zep’s only chance at life.

Adam looked around the bathroom as best as he could when he noticed a glint of metal in the bathtub, and sure enough, Zep's rotting corpse lay at the bottom of the bathtub with his gun lying in his left hand and his tape on top of his chest. Adam reaches his arm towards Zep's gun and just as his fingers whisper over the handle of the pistol Zep's rotting arm reaches up and grabs the small of his wrist with bruising strength.

“There are rules” Zep’s corpse whispers as he yanks Adam by the wrist roughly, making him hiss.

“you should be dead,” the corpse whispers calmly, “You wanted to die” Zep digs his blood-covered fingernails deep into Adam’s wrist, Adam winces and uses the rest of his strength to rip his wrist out of Zep's hold and sink back into the corner, laying his head against the chilled pipe behind him.

Zep continues to whisper nonsense Adam can't quite make out through the pounding of his head, bright hot pain shocks him as it runs through his body in a wave.

Adam shivers and tries to hold down the bile that attempts to work its way up his throat, if he keeps losing fluids he knows he won't be able to stay conscious much longer. Adam screws his eyes shut in an attempt to catch to stop the violent hallucinations and flashbacks.

Adam shakes as he claws at his ears, the desperate screams of Lawrence and Zep echo throughout the bathroom, shaking him to his core. His tears roll off his cheeks freely as he shakes from the force of his sobs, blood drips down the sides of his jaw, mixing with the tears and dried blood on his face.

Despite the blood and tears running down his face and hands, he continues the painful grip around his ears, despite how it doesn't dampen the cries and shrieks that echo around him.

Adam pukes, bile and stomach acid splatter across the floor beside him, far too exhausted to move from his spot. Adam gags as the putrid smell reaches his nose and reminds him of all the decay around him.

Adam is the cause of it, he is the cause of all the decay and death that surrounds him, the decay that suffocates him and makes it next to impossible to breathe.

Adam finally releases his tight grip around his ears and wraps them around his stomach, which is oh-so empty, and squeezes at his sides slightly.

He knew he was most likely going to die alone, a nobody, someone who would rot in his apartment till his body started to decompose, rotting and melting until someone complained about the smell or something. Even in death, he would be a bothersome nobody.

Adam didn't want to die alone, he truly didn't want to die at all, he just wanted something to change. He got his wish in the end though, didn't he?

He lets out a choked sob and curls into himself more, his game was rigged from the start, he was destined to fail from the moment he drained that damn bathtub, and who knows, he might be dead right now and this is all a part of some post-death hallucination.

What Adam would give to see the light beyond the bathroom door, know he wasn't forgotten, know Lawrence will return to him.

He knows that he won't live long despite the running water in the tub, water won’t calm the burning infection running through him, or the hunger that pains him deep down in his bones.

Adam claws at his sides as he trembles, the pain providing some sort of clarity in his hazy thoughts so he can catch his breath, which is harder than it should be, every breath is shallow and wet as he tries to even it out. Adam doesn't want to die here, he wants to go back to his shithole apartment make sure the cat that wanders outside of it is ok and fed, call his mom back, and apologize for not answering her calls.

The first couple of days he was locked in the bathroom he screamed and wailed for what seemed like hours on end before he eventually passed out in exhaustion, once he woke up the cycle repeated until the hallucinations started.

Once he started hearing Lawrence and Zep whispering into his ear, he would wake up screaming and flailing around before the pain in his shoulder or leg knocked him out of his panic.

He can't even remember the last time he slept without waking up screaming because of a nightmare or a hallucination, hell sometimes it was a combination of both, this combination made sure he never got much rest.

Adam is used to being sleep deprived, hell half the time he would only get a few hours a night, developing the number of photos he takes is time consuming, to say the least.

But the exhaustion he is feeling is like none other he has felt before, it takes so much energy to do something as simple as breathing, he would do anything to sleep interrupted.

As Adam's eyes droop he is shaken awake by a piercing noise, the sound of metal grinding against the floor vibrates him to his bones.

The door, Lawrence must have kept his promise. Adam almost cries as the dull yellow light from outside the door shines in and illuminates the blood and decay that is splattered all over the bathroom.

A small figure walks in, their boots clicking against the ground as they walk closer to Adam, the shadowy figure sits on the edge of the bathtub and stares down at him. Now that Adam can see them better he can see their spiky, unkept hair.

“I have a question for you Adam,” The strained feminine voice echoes throughout the bathroom, it sounds like they have been crying, “do you appreciate your life?” they ask, voice wavering.

Adam coughs wetly as he tries to find his voice, it seems so long since he last spoke. He opens his mouth before snapping it shut quickly, trying to find the right words for what he wants to say.

“I-I think in the past I didn't,” he pauses and catches his breath before speaking again, only this time much softer “but now a-all I want to do is get home and get better, move on with my life and stop being afraid of every damn thing,” he says angrily with tears building in his eyes.

Adam grips his stained shirt tightly in his fists as he stares at the mysterious figure, his fever riddled brain isn't thinking straight as he reaches out with a kind hand and places it on her knee, hell she could been the one that brought him into this hellhole but the pain in her eyes is too similar to what he sees every day in the mirror.

The girl freezes and looks down at him with soft eyes, “Don't worry Adam, I'm going to help you get out of here” she whispers with glossy eyes as she places her delicate hand on top of his, rubbing her thumb across his boney knuckles comfortingly.

“P-please” he pleads as his grip on her tightens, “don't leave me just yet?” he asks as his voice breaks and tears start to fall from his eyes.

The woman simply nods and sinks off the bathtub and onto the bloodied cold floor to sit next to Adam. He looks at her with tired eyes as she brushes his sweaty hair out of his face and holds his jaw lightly

“You're real right?” he whimpers out pitifully, leaning into the woman's touch.

“Yea Adam, I'm real, I promise” she giggles wetly before pulling him in for a hug, careful of his injuries.

Adam leans into the warm hug and wraps his arms around her waist gently, it's been so long since he last had a hug. His body shakes as he sobs into her neck, and his tears fall onto her shirt but neither of them cares, they stay like this for a while until the woman breaks apart the hug, she wipes his tears with her thumb before grabbing a water bottle behind her (when did that get there?) and handing it to him, urging him to drink some.

Adam grabs the plastic water bottle with a tight grip and chugs it quickly before handing it back to her, he wipes his mouth as he watches her stand up.

“I have to go now Adam, hang in there, I promise help is coming,” she says confidently before walking towards the metal door, her combat boots clicking against the tile as she walks away from Adam. Once she gets outside of the door she waves awkwardly before shoving the door shut roughly, plunging the bathroom into darkness once again.

As unlikely as it is, Adam hopes and prays that the woman is real, and that he will get help and survive.

As he finally drifts off to sleep, he thinks of the cat outside of his apartment, maybe he can finally take it in and care for it.

Such non-judgemental creatures they are.

#saw 2004 #sawposting #fanfic #writing #adam faulkner stanheight #saw fanfic #amanda young #zep hindle #pls read this #im so proud of it #cw: gore #constructive critism welcome #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SDKFJDKSF

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svefs · 1 year

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Besties frfrrrr

TW!: Cursing and mention of drugs ofc,We only besties for awhile, unrequited love, I'm to tired for this bs rn, Asmo treating us like a siblings, REJECTION FROM A MAN 😭😭, eventual fluff ofc, biggest plot twist in ur life,everything I write has crack, omg trans reader??????

Summary:Anyone would die to be in your position, childhood friends with Alice Asmodeus. Of course you had a crush on him but things only got awkward between you two since he rejected you. Of course you started crying since your long term crush rejected you but as a baddie you got over that shit.

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You would never forget the day he rejected you. The day before you moved away (to uh idk bro). Things have just never been the same. It's just like withdrawing from an alcohol addiction, but the alcohol is a demon👹. You swore ever since that day you wouldn't love anyone anymore like the way you loved your old childhoodfriend.

It's been so long since you've seen your hometown. It's nostalgia as if you started tasting drugs after you stopped it for a century, except you were actually gone for 10 years.

In those years you've been thinking deeply about your confession and have deducted that you've never really had a crush on your childhood friend, but rather it was gender envy.You came across the term 'Gender envy' in one of a lot of fanfictions you've read in you hellphone. Oh the things you would do to make it the holidays again where you could pull an all-nighter reading your favourite genre. I mean who wouldn't ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

After a long discussion, your parents decided to send you to Babyls during your second year. What you genuinely weren't expecting was your ex-childhood friend not recognizing you. I mean you can't really blame anyone since you cut your hair short. Some demons still confuse you as a feminine looking boy. Total W in your book tho.

You were surprised that the first person to actually notice you were a girl was a blonde haired boy named Shax Lied.

"You're looking fine today my lady," he said with his usual teasing tone."Oh wow, I can't say the same about you today," you retorted back while rolling your eyes playfully. Over the past few months of knowing this yellow haired gremlin you've made a friend or two. One of them was a blue haired kid named Iruma that Asmodeus always follows around ever since he lost a duel against him. Honestly, it made you wary of him since Alice is a prodigy.

During break, you were suddenly getting a bad feeling. One that you couldn't have just shrugged off carelessly. After awhile you saw Alice approaching you intimidating. He was furious for some reasons. A reason that would become known as soon as he slammed his hand on the table."So it was you Y/N!" He shouted furiously while you just hummed in agreement.

"How could you just disappear on me like that?" He said in a tone even more furious than the last. You genuinely felt bad for the people who were quivering around you. They must've been scared of Alice's fierce aura and his temper. It was like he ate a ghost pepper and needed to take a explosive dump cause of his red face.

"Don't you know how much I missed you?" He said voice breaking which took you back a bit.

Missed me? Is he serious? After he rejected me, he dare say that I left him? You finally glanced back at him."Excuse you? You're the one who rejected me"

"But that doesn't mean you can just leave me out of nowhere like that!, You didn't even bother telling me you were moving away!"

"Why should tell you when you broke me heart!"

"Cause I like you!"

"And I don't,At least not anymore" you said solemnly as tears feel from his eyes. You didn't want to see him again was the only thing you thought of while walking away in frustration.

As you were walking down the hallways you felt a presence approaching you."Yo! Y/N you good, you were looking kinda down," Lied said as he rubbed his neck." We could go play games at my place later if it would cheer you up." He said this time showing a toothy grin.

"Sure, I would love too" you said with a light chuckle.

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And they kissed and got married a few years later and lived a happy life 🤩/hj

For @sleptrn and no one else!

#alice asmodeus #x reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #shax lied #m!ik x reader #shax lied x reader

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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lol please keep angst coming

so i did almost delete this but you know what i'm just gonna use it as an excuse to post the austin side of all this angst. is this necessarily a blurb? i don't know. it's a lot of words. i know that. and yes i might have had atlantis by seafret on for the entire time i've been writing this. blame spotify i think? tw: angst, death mentions not of the main people, leaked photos ( vanessa hudgens ), minor breeding kink implication, sexual themes, the general character bleed bs that comes with this pa! reader and austin, age difference, dom/sub.

we built this town on shaky ground

so consider the following. austin butler had been in a relationship for almost ten years to a woman that to this day he'll admit he at least somewhat loves. they had gone through a lot together. her father dying, his mother dying. her trying to process the likely lingering trauma of her photos being leaked when she was only 18. him trying and he'll admit this kind of failing to be seen as anything other than the pretty boy eye candy. it paid the bills he wasn't complaining, but this is the same man who printed out pulp fiction at 12 years old. he wanted more.

so when they break up- it's mutual, they'll always swear and because honestly it's no one's business why they broke up beyond that. and he thinks this is the time to just maybe have a fling, do something that isn't fall back into another long term relationship. doesn't necessarily want to be alone, doesn't necessarily want to be sleeping through all of young-ish hollywood. so meeting you? oddly great timing, he's heard a rumor or two about you. doesn't know if he should believe them until he actually meets you in person.

meeting you in person blew whatever thoughts he had right out of the water. baz puts you on the floor and you twiddle your ring and god. this is a problem. this is vanessa all over again isn't it? this is i'm going to careen into being wrapped around this woman's finger. except maybe not because- maybe you'll be wrapped up in each other. this. this is better. that is better.

he couldn't have predicted everything else. a quarantine that has him dropping food off to you like he's some superspy. that has him watching you sleep. that has him falling in love with you bit by bit. you don't fall in love in a month. but you do in six with you at his feet and his hand in your hair and he's got the best little dove in the whole wide world. he's seeing you blissed out on the bed or laying in the bathtub because whatever work out you decided to do for the week just made your muscles hurt. you're it. you're the beginning and the end of everything during those months. you as priscilla and him as elvis and who's who any more is anyone's guess.

the set is taking care of you, is seeing you in a dress like priscilla's and having to excuse himself because- he and vanessa had talked about getting married only for "or i guess we could be like goldie hawn and kurt russell" to leave his lips and her to swat him playfully. but seeing you like that? seeing you all dolled up has him buying a ring identical to priscilla's. he doesn't realize how wrong it is at the time because nothing seems wrong at the time. but he does later on. it's seeing you pregnant as priscilla and fucking you so hard as if he can override your patch in a fit of stupidity because neither one of you need a baby right now. it's later on that day that he's realized that he can't- he's stopped dreaming of a life post elvis without you.

it's filming the scene where priscilla leaves elvis and he breaks down crying against you. "dove, don't- you can't leave me okay? i can't handle that after ness and my mom. you're my girl. my little dove and i'll be your daddy. i won't leave you but please don't leave me." "i won't daddy." "tell me if it gets this bad. i'll fix it." "i will."

consider the fact that you don't and everything starts to keep blurring because they're in the home stretch of the film and austin can tell he's lost himself but he can't drag himself back up because other than maybe ashley and vanessa if he squints you're the only one who could pull him back. you do pull him back when you're in the apartment some times but not always. you've lost yourself and he's lost himself and it all comes to a head at the hospital.

you call him crying after him thinking your name is cilla and you finding the ring and the onesie he wanted to put your potential oops baby- named crystal lori he thinks- in and he's feeling a little more clear headed and "what's wrong, dove? i'll make them let me out, tell me what's wrong!"

you leave him and just call him to tell him that in a car. he has to pay an extra fee for the damage he might have caused to the room. he doesn't get angry ever but he figures he had one leftover elvis tantrum in himself.

you're gonna leave him, fine. he said he wouldn't leave you so he'll take it. "keep in touch, dove. i said i wouldn't leave you. i'm here for you."

and you do on occasion which he realizes- might have been a problem. he should have let you have the clean break. but he knew- he knew you still talked to papi and that man did damage to you he's not even sure you realize. so sue him for being selfish. for being that selfish daddy like all the rest.

so he lets himself enjoy his first year of his thirties and the tail end of his twenties. there's lily who he adores but he should have known better. there's olivia who is great and sometimes his brain wanders to another time and place where he could have switched for her if she had gotten the part. but then there's you in that dress with the boy who can't satisfy you and he's been good, he hasn't said anything but that dress and seeing his necklace still around your throat with your collar in his dresser? yeah that breaks him.

he drinks and spews filth and you're calling him butler and then he's blocked and kaia? kaia reminds him of you enough to not be painful but enough to make him think he's got a new little dove. until he meets her mom and realizes no- this isn't fair to any of you. so he breaks it off and tells her, "you're going to find a great guy, but it's not gonna be me. i'll be your friend though. if you need it."

and consider. the met happens after that and he should have told you then that he wanted to keep you forever. he didn't.

but he fixes it at cannes. and maybe that's how it was supposed to go. maybe that's how you were supposed to be all along. he doesn't dwell, after all isn't that what got you two in trouble in the first place?

#i swear i don't only do headcanon/blurbs. promise.#but this came to me and i rolled with it.#and i'm writing something stupidly fluffy not for this world.#so i shall indulge myself.#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #slides over to my aggressively fluffy fluff.#ally writes

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outerbankies · 3 years

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new light part 4: underneath the moonlight — rafe cameron

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summary: you and rafe meet the parents (properly) and go to midsummers together, but not everyone is as smitten with your relationship as you two are.

pairing: rafe x kook reader

warnings: drinking, swearing

a/n: say hello to a few characters (tw: ward) i have had yet to feature thus far 🤗 more of y/n being besties with kelce (and topper this time—our fave obx himbo) there’s a lil drama in this part y’all... into the thick of it. thanks for all the feedback 💖not canon rafe

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yeah if you give me just one night, to meet you underneath the moonlight

You’re startled awake by a loud knock on your bedroom door. You’re squished between 6 feet and 3 inches worth of boy and the pink wall your bed is pushed up against. Rafe always insisted on laying on your outer side, closest to the door of your bedroom. Which means you often woke up pressed into the wall, your neck sometimes aching from the awkward angle. Not to mention Wilbur always taking up the space at your feet, Rafe usually nudging him into your space so he could stretch out.

Rafe stirs also, making sleepy noises and stretching his legs where they hang off the end of your bed. He grumbles and smacks his lips together a few times, your hand instinctively coming to rub along his jaw. His eyes flutter open as the sun streams in through your window, illuminating the hint of golden stubble on his chin. You’d only slept over together a few times, since you were both staying with your parents for the summer, so it’s always nice to wake up with your boy in your bed.

Oh fuck. Your boy is in your bed.

Rafe's eyes widen at the same time as yours.

“Oh shit, we fell asleep?” he whispers, head whipping around your room.

“Fuck, you have to hide right now,” you whisper, stumbling through your thoughts sleepily.

Another knock sounds from the door.

You extract yourself from your spot between Rafe and the wall, his hands guiding you by your hips as you tumble over him.

“Just, fuck, just like—get under the covers or something. God, I hope it’s not my dad,” you whisper.

“Me too,” he says, slinking into the gap between your bed and the wall as best he can, covering his face with a pillow.

You check that he’s concealed enough, turning to open the door just the slightest bit. Dylan stands in the crack.

“We have brunch at the Club in an hour, mom wanted me to ask if you invited Rafe,” he peers around you, gaze moving to behind your shoulder. “Or I could just ask him myself. Sup, Rafe?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dyl,” you whisper-shout. “Where are mom and dad? Can he sneak out the back? And don’t lie to me, or I’ll tell them about Hilton Head.”

“God, calm down. Dad’s in the garage and mom’s getting ready. Just have him go now.”

“Thanks,” you say, all but slamming the door in his face. You turn around and press your back against the door, letting out a shaky breath.

The covers rustle, and Rafe springs out of your bed to gather his things while Wilbur watches him. He always starts pouting when he notices that Rafe is putting on his hat or shoes, signs that he’s about to leave.

“We are so dead.”

“You don’t think he’ll say anything, do you? I don’t think I can sit at brunch with your dad in an hour if he knows I slept in your bed last night.”

“Not if he’s smart,” you sigh. “Want me to walk you out?”

“No, I got it. Just keep Willy in here. I’ll text you when I make it out alive. If you don’t hear from me, just assume your father murdered me,” he jokes, leaning down to give you a kiss after he slips his shoes on. “See you back here in an hour?”

“Yes, please be early. And clean shaven.”

“Yes ma’am. And don’t insult me,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Nervous?”

“Not nearly as nervous as I will be if I get caught, sweetheart. Gotta go so I have time to shower—and shave. See you in a bit.”

He gives you one last kiss before he departs, and you move to the window with Wilbur to watch him slink across the backyard, arms crossed and a fond grin on your face. He turns and blows you one last kiss before he disappears around the side of your house.

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“Y/n, can I speak to you for a second?”

Your dad’s voice comes from his study as you pass by, checking yourself over in the entryway mirror one more time. Rafe should be here any minute.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Come sit,” he says, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk. You feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck. Your dad only invited you to talk in his study if it was something serious. The last time he did was when he told you he was going to take away your Range Rover if you didn’t pull your Bs up to As your freshman year of college. You’ve had a 4.0 ever since.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Just wanted to talk about the new boyfriend.”

“What about him?”

“I always knew of him while the two of you were growing up. But I talked to him a bit back during Dylan’s grad week.”

As an unruly teenager and the rightful heir to his father's business, everyone in the Outer Banks knew about Rafe and his antics. Good or bad. You could even recall your mom gossiping to your dad, words passed on from Rose, about some of his more... notable incidences.

“Y-yeah, he's...” you trail off, searching for the right words to describe Rafe these days.

“Seems like a good kid,” your dad supplies.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Business, mostly. His future and whatnot.”

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, I just wonder... are you sure about this one? When you were kids, that boy was always causing trouble. And you know your mother and I were always so proud of how you stayed in line.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But Rafe’s not a boy anymore. Just give him a chance.”

“I will,” your dad says, slapping his knees to stand up. “But I'm also gonna give him a hard time.”

“Dad, please.”

“It’s my job. Your mom gets to freak out about Dylan moving out, and I get to handle scaring every man who gets to look at you.”

The doorbell rings.

“Please. I am literally begging.”

Your dad draws a fake halo around his head, and you just roll your eyes.

The morning gets off to an even more embarrassing start as soon as Rafe crosses the threshold into your house. Wilbur jumps into his arms immediately, all ninety pounds of him, and your mom’s eyes widen.

“My goodness, he’s usually so hesitant around strangers!”

Dylan chokes on a laugh, and if you weren’t across the room you’d have elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh, I’ve walked Wilbur by Tanneyhill before.”

“Yeah, I-I love Willy. Mrs. Y/l/n, it’s so nice to see you again,” Rafe says, effortlessly following your lead after Wilbur scampers out of his hold. He shakes your mom’s hand politely. Your dad sidles up to her then, fixing Rafe with a stare harder than you’d prefer. “Mr. Y/l/n, you as well. Thanks again, to both of you, for inviting me.”

“Good to see you, Rafe,” your dad says, a strong hand clamping onto his shoulder. “Dylan, come say hi.”

Dylan’s grin is devilish, and you're just watching on in pure horror at this point. “How have you been, Rafe? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

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Rafe’s grinning ear to ear, hand firm on your thigh, all of the windows in his truck rolled down. He even popped the sun roof, letting you blast your playlist all the way down the road.

“Okay—I just... did that go well?”

“You did great, Rafe.”

Despite Dylan's best efforts to embarrass you two, brunch had gone really well. Your dad took a second to let his guard down, unlike your mother who was immediately gushing over him. You could practically see the wheels in her head turning, the wedding colors she'd picked for you. And your dad came around quick enough once Rafe brought up Formula 1.

Your boyfriend looks so relieved, hand even coming to feel the air pass through his fingers as he hangs his arm out the window, hand on your thigh coming back up to steady the wheel. He taps on it excitedly.

“Lowkey, feel like I nailed it, baby.”

“Okay,” you giggle, leaning over to peck his check. You pull him in with a soft hand to the other side of his face. “Let’s not get too big for our britches.”

“Oh, I’m a parent-meeting expert now. Might go into consulting.”

“You’ve perfected the sport?” you joke.

“No, no. That’s—I’ve never actually met parents before,” he admits.

“No way?”

“Way? Have you?” he asks, slight edge seeping into his tone as he pulls up to the stoplight outside of your favorite coffee spot.

“Uh... once. We weren’t even really dating yet, but they came to visit and he like, ambushed me with them at dinner. They were kinda hippies, though.”

“Yeah?” His tone is clipped as he parks his truck.

“Yeah, some guy from my comparative literature class sophomore year,” you sigh. “But, you’re the first to meet my parents.”

“Mm,” he hums, fingers tapping on your knee. That satisfies him. He gathers one of your hands in his. “You coming in?”

“Will you just get me a latte? Kinda wanna call my mom and debrief.”

He laughs, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll give you a minute, sweetheart. Oat milk?”

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Your original plans to meet the Camerons fell through, a last minute staging emergency arising when you were all supposed to go for dinner. You’d tried not to look down while Rafe attempted in earnest to cheer you up, telling you how pretty you looked while you took out your earrings and let your hair down. He'd kissed the crown of your hair and apologized profusely, promising they would love you when they finally got to meet you.

“M’not upset.”

“Okay.” His hand stroked your back through the thick cotton of one of his old water polo sweatshirts he’d let you borrow for the night.

“I’m just really nervous about meeting them. You might’ve set the bar a little too high with my parents.”

“You just have a great family.”

“I don’t know,” you said when you finally cracked a smile. “Made it pretty far on your first try.”

“Don’t worry. They’re going to love you, sweetheart.”

You let him kiss your cheek, your forehead, your nose and chin.

“Hope so.”

“Know so.”

And Rafe had somehow convinced your father to let you go to Midsummers with his family, promising to join up for pictures and greetings later. Your dad had willingly let him, to your surprise.

The event was a big deal to Figure 8 patriarchs and matriarchs alike, always trying to outdo the other in every way, all while feigning some sense of island camaraderie. But when Rafe had set aside time at brunch to specifically ask your family for their permission to accompany you to the event, they’d been hard pressed to say no. Your family immediately accepted Rafe as your boyfriend, any lingering hesitations about his character drowned out by the equal chances of your personal happiness and the heightening of their social and business profiles.

But he’d still come to your house to pick you up, ready to greet your parents in the foyer once again.

He takes one look at you in that blush pink dress, hair, makeup and jewelry all done up this time around, daisy flower crown in place, and flicks his eyes around his surroundings. Your father and Dylan were nowhere in sight, and your mother was busy fixing her earrings in the hall. He takes to your side immediately, a kiss to the side of your head followed by his lips pressing against your ear. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

With the high from those words, you ride in his truck to Midsummers, nerves never dissipating no matter how many reassurances he speaks across the summer air streaming in through the vehicle. “Remember, they’re gonna love you.”

He helps you down from his truck so you can focus on keeping your dress off the ground, assuring you for the fiftieth time that Rose is going to like your headpiece.

“Miss Y/l/n, how lovely to see you again you at last,” Ward sighs, sounding somewhat fond. “Rafe’s been talking my ear off about this, meeting you again even though we’ve already met. Sorry we couldn’t make it work earlier.”

“No worries, Mr. Cameron. Thank you so much for inviting me to tag along with your family at Midsummers. You as well, Mrs. Cameron. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you! And of course,” Rose says, bringing you in for a hug, one you definitely were not expecting.“You’re out in California, aren’t you?”

“Yes, home for the summer.”

“That’s a long way from here,” Ward says. His eyes flicker to Rafe. “Long way from Georgia. Shorter, but still a long way.”

“Dad, c’mon,” Rafe cuts in, and you can feel his hand gripping the back of your dress:

“He’s just stating the obvious, Rafe,” Rose intervenes.

“Yeah, it is far,” you agree. Rafe’s head whips around back to you.

“We’re figuring it out,” he says. To anyone else in the vicinity, he probably sounds confident and self assured. But you know Rafe, and you can look into his eyes and see that he’s not. That if he weren’t in front of his entire family, trying earnestly to impress his father, he’d have said: ‘we’re gonna figure it out, right?’

“I’m sure things will work out the way they’re meant to,” Ward says after a lapse in conversation. “One way or another.”

“Let’s get some photos so we can all enter and the two of you can run off,” Rose says immediately after, giving neither of you the time to say anything else.

You do your best to shake off Ward’s comment as the four of you join up with the Cameron daughters, plus Sarah’s boyfriend, John B. After posing for what felt like hours, the photographer asks you and John B to hop out so they can take some family pictures, the two of you swiping up a couple of Old Fashioneds from the bar. You have to assure Rafe twice that you’ll be okay for ten minutes on your own.

“First time meeting Ward?” Sarah’s boyfriend asks, leaned up against the bar like he owns the place.

“Er—of course not,” you say, like it’s obvious. But of course John B knew nothing about Figure 8 social circles. “Just the first time as Rafe’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you look nervous,” he admits, chuckling when your mouth drops open. “It’s not too obvious, I just know because—been in your shoes.”

You should be insulted that the teenager compares his and Sarah’s relationship with yours and Rafe’s, but you know he isn’t being malicious. You see nothing but kindness in his eyes. And it’s nice to have somewhat of a teammate in this situation, the two of you standing by while one of the most powerful families in Kildare poses together in their finest outfits.

Rafe looks hot in his grey suit, especially with the pocket square he’d agonized over for weeks before you gifted him one that was hand sewn from the extra material where your dress had been hemmed. Monogrammed, of course.

You’d decided to go with his initials, since it was going to him after all. But your stomach gets fluttery if you think about the expression on his face when he’d received it, telling you that you should’ve put yours on it instead. “That way everyone will know I’m yours.”

Turning back to John B, you can’t imagine how he must have felt the first time he was invited into all of this. It intimidated even you, and you’re pretty sure John B was friends with the boy who delivered your family’s groceries every week.

“Any tips?”

“You’re way better off than I was, first of all,” he laughs. “But he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one. He cares too much about this appearance of a perfect family to make digs in front of an audience.”

You nod. “That’s actually really good advice, John B.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, kook.” He clinks his glass against yours, promptly throwing the entire drink back as you watch and laugh. “That’s another tip. Drink whenever you can.”

“I’m familiar with that one.”

It's intimidating entering the event, a little after everyone else has arrived. Rafe told you that was by design—the Camerons could never be earlier than fashionably late. You always assumed you and Rafe were raised with similar pedigrees, but you're barely through the doors of the event before you realize that's not entirely true. Up until the last millisecond, Rose is fussing with Sarah and Wheezie's gowns, the older daughter making eye contact with you and rolling her eyes at her step-mother's antics. And Ward brushes Rafe's shoulders off more times than you can count, straightening his bow tie for him repeatedly. Rafe just places his hand on your back, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You ready?”

You smile up at him, but your nerves are firmly settled in at this point. What you reply isn’t completely true. “Of course.”

—

You take John B’s advice, of course, and choose Kelce as your designated drinking buddy for the night. He was hard to keep up with, but you threw your inhibitions to the wind after you got meeting the Camerons out of the way. Plus, Rafe had more business to attend to than he’d let on, and you were getting pretty bored. Not too long ago he would’ve been right beside the rest of you, causing trouble and borderline embarrassing all of your parents. It was weird to see him walking around, shaking hands and rubbing elbows. He’d invited you into a few conversations, you trying your hardest not to simply watch him in awe.

You’re engaged in some strange dance battle with Kelce when he stacks his drink into yours, both empties at this point. “Your turn to get a round.”

“Boo,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “What d’you want?”

“Surprise me.”

“Aye aye.”

You’re turning on a shaky high heel, and you have to give yourself a little mental pep talk to straighten up. Of course you can, though.

“What can I get you, miss?” the barkeep asks.

“Vodka press, Tito’s, and a Jack and coke. Double Jack. Actually—single. Thanks,” you murmur, trying to fish a ten out of your clutch.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the tip for this one,” a voice says next to you. Ward Cameron is sidling up next to you, sliding a fifty across the counter. Your eyes widen at the tip, trying not to be embarrassed as the bartender sets the drinks down in front of you.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Cameron.”

“Ah, call me Ward.” He flicks his eyes back to the bartender, who quickly pockets the tip and makes himself scarce to give the two of you some privacy. You can’t help but think of John B’s warning: ‘he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one.’ There’s no point in even trying seek out Rafe, you knowing full well you’re expected to stay rooted to the spot until Ward dismisses you. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s always fun to come back out here for this.”

“So, California to Georgia,” he whistles. “That’s probably a five hour flight, at least.”

“Yeah, um,” you take a minute to make sure your flower crown is perfectly in place. “It’s actually two.”

“Excuse me?”

“Two flights. From his school to mine. Rafe checked, he said there’s nothing direct,” you clarify.

Ward let’s out an indifferent chuckle. “Of course he did.”

Your eyebrow furrows because you don’t know what to say, turning to look at where your drinks are starting to melt. Kelce would be wondering where you are by now if he wasn’t three sheets to the wind. And where the hell was Rafe?

“Y/n, as far as I can tell, you are a nice girl. I just need to make sure we’re on the same page about one thing.”

Your heartbeat that hadn’t really settled since Ward approached you is picking up again, and you really wish Rafe had been the least bit more concerned about where you were at this moment.

“Um, I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“I'm don’t know how serious you two are, Y/n, but I know my son. He's clearly very invested in pursuing you.”

Your resolve crumbles a little at that, your heart warming, thinking about Ward noticing something like that.

“But Rafe needs to be committed to finishing this degree so he can come home and start learning the ropes next year. And in four years, Sarah will do the same. Then Louisa after her.”

“Wow, that’s so lucky for you—that they all want to go into the family business,” you praise, not really knowing what else to say. It must be the wrong thing, because Ward just quirks an eyebrow.

“In this family, our business will always come first. Before anything and anyone else. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

You swallow, catching on to where this is going for the first time. You still go for playing dumb.

“Ward, I really don't think I understand.”

“But you do, don't you? You know Rafe. He’s a bit emotional, he’s a ‘feeler,’” Ward says sarcastically, putting it in air quotes. All of the niceties you experienced earlier when you first greeted Rafe’s family were long gone. You can only gather that it was all an act for Rafe’s benefit. But you know the only option is to sit there and take it. “He thinks with his heart, never enough with his head. Sarah, for example—when it’s time for her to cut that pogue lose, which it will be soon enough, I know she will. Whether it’s my decision or her’s. I can count on that, because she’s just like me in that respect; she knows we have to make sacrifices. But Rafe—I don’t think I can make that same assumption about him.”

“Ward, with all due respect, Rafe is really focused on the business.”

“You're correct, and I’ve worked hard to get him there. Which is why I can't have him spending his senior year of college, when he should be buckled down, traveling back and forth from California and getting distracted from his future by some girl.”

“Mr. Cameron, I would never—”

“You know that it’s true. I can tell you’re bright. You come from a great family.” It’s a compliment and an insult all at once. He likes you because of your father’s business and your mother’s social status, not because of what you do for Rafe, or what you have to show for yourself. He continues like it was nothing but the highest praise. “But right now, you are across the country from him, and I can bet he’s determined to make that work, no matter what it takes. Which I obviously can’t have,” Ward sighs. “It’s just not the right time. You can understand that, can't you?”

You nod numbly and pick up your drinks, hoping he’ll get the signal to wrap this up soon. You’re at the point where you can’t listen to this anymore, liquid courage re-flooding your veins.

“I’m not asking you to stay away from him, because you’re both adults,” Ward says, stopping you with a hand on your shoulder. “But I’m asking you to think long and hard about what’s best for the both of you. Rafe already knows what’s expected of him. He’s always known.”

You look back towards the crowd under the gazebo, able to make out John B of all people. He sees you talking to Ward, shooting you the most subtle thumbs up he can muster. He has no idea. You don’t take the chance to nod at him, turning back to the bar.

“Say the two of you let it go for the school year,” Ward bulldozes, taking a step closer to you. “And you end up back here too, great. But even then Rafe’s going to be working all the time, the longest hours he ever will in his life. For the next few years, Y/n. You’re so young—are you really going to tie yourself down to a commitment like that? What about your future?”

In a tone you hope comes across as confident, you say, “I really appreciate your concern, Ward.”

Ward's perfectly white teeth are pulling into an even more perfect grin, and the sight makes you sick.

“Great. I'm glad we had this talk.” He pats you on the back, leaving first before you get the chance to.

You just shuffle through the crowd numbly, not even reacting when someone steps on your toe, taking it all in stride as you seek the comfort of your friends once again.

You were foolish to think Ward would warm up to you immediately, or at all. You had been way too confident in yourself, especially after witnessing the wear working for his father had on Rafe. ‘He’s not an easy man to please.’ How could you be so naive, thinking you could coast by on your charm?

You’re a few feet away when you notice that Topper had joined up with Kelce again, as had your boyfriend. He’s joking with them, amused at the way Topper is clearly almost done tolerating Kelce’s drunken antics, but you stand and watch for a bit as he scans the crowd, gaze flickering toward the bar you’d just been at. You realize he’s looking for you when he finally spots you, his face relaxing as the two of you make eye contact.

“There you are.” He pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. You want to cry. “Where’d you run off to? One of those for me?”

He’s gesturing to the drinks you’re holding, reaching for the darker of the two. But Kelce is swooping in, snatching it out of your hold quickly. “Nope,” he pops the ‘p.’ “This one’s all mine. Sorry Cameron. Thanks Y/n/n.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes at the two of you, eyes lingering on your face when he notices your fallen expression. He sets your other drink down on the high top table you’re all standing next to, pulling you in by your hips. “You okay?”

If you had a choice right now, about how to proceed with telling or not telling Rafe about what had just happened, your instincts compel you to bypass the decision process altogether; you paint a careful smile on your face, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, all good. Just zoned out for a sec.”

He isn’t convinced. “Tired?”

“Maybe a little. Kinda drunk. Are we leaving soon?” you ask, melting into him. It’s a lot easier to handle his tone of voice when you don’t have to look him directly in the eye.

“I vote yes,” Topper says, gesturing towards Kelce, who is somehow sucking down his new drink at an alarming pace while continuing to dance to the oldies tunes they play at these things. “Like, right now. Rafe, you’re hanging back right?”

You look back up at your boyfriend in confusion. “You’re not coming with us?”

He bite his lip in contemplation, looking around the party. The twinkly lights reflect off of his pupils, making him look starry-eyed as he surveys the crowd. A sea of opportunities to prove himself to his father. Rafe looks resolved when he turns back to you.

“Well... I was gonna stay, wrap up some stuff,” he explains. His eyes flicker across your face, still not pleased with your expression. “But that’s okay, I’m good to go now.”

“No, Rafe,” you say immediately. You take a deep breath, rolling back your shoulders and painting on a smile that comes easily with years of experience at parties like this. “Stay, I’ll go ahead. How long will you be?”

“An hour, tops. Will you take her?” Rafe looks hesitant, still taking your green light anyway, already slowly extracting himself from your hold, Topper rolling his eyes but nodding and beginning to corral Kelce toward the exit.

“I can’t believe you’re making me babysit two of them.”

“Don’t let her drink too much.”

“Hey,” you protest, pushing him in his chest half heartedly. The push barely does anything, only proving your impaired motor skills further. Or that you're dating a tree. “What are you, a cop?”

“I’m your boyfriend, actually.”

“Really? When did that happen?” you decide to play along, picking up your drink again.

“‘Bout a month ago, Y/l/n,” he says softly. He can see right through you, can tell you're putting on a show for all of your friends but you're still not okay. You have to break eye contact.

“Hmm, for some reason I thought you were just this guy from middle school.”

“At least this time nobody spilled on your dress,” he teases half-heartedly, and the memory only hurts you more. “Not sure I’d wanna sacrifice this one.”

“Can you—you guys are the worst. Focus. We need to go now, before Kelce gets his entire family blacklisted from the club. You coming or not, Y/n/n?” Topper begs.

You’re nodding, leaning up to give Rafe one last kiss before you leave. He holds you close to him with a firm hand on your back, voice dropping to a whisper right next to your ear. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

The lump in your throat is growing, but you push through, lowering yourself back down to your feet as soon as you can. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Focus on the rest of your night.”

Rafe still looks unsure, his hand resting on the nape of your neck as he kisses your forehead. “Y/n—”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you finally admit. Rafe nods curtly, can tell you’re not going to let him leave with you right now. But he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know that if you pull him away from his responsibilities right after that talk you had with Ward, it’s going to spell disaster for the two of you.

“Just some business stuff, alright?” he assures you. “I’ll see you soon. Forty-five minutes.”

“Promise?” you murmur, fiddling with his pocket square. He smiles down at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Promise. You look so pretty. Half an hour. Now go.”

Topper’s guiding you towards the parking lot with a polite hand on your back, but you have to watch Rafe as you leave. You watch him approach his dad, who gives him a smile and a pat on the back. Rafe preens under his gaze.

But Ward must have been watching you two from afar because his gaze is flickering back to you, and he fixes you with a hard stare. He raises his eyebrows, bringing his drink to his lips. Taking a leisurely sip, hint of a smirk on his face. You can practically hear his thoughts: ‘Rafe chose to stay here with me, with the business, and sent you off with his friends.’ It’s everything in you to not let the tears that have been building on your waterline spill over. But your friend isn’t easily fooled.

“Y’alright, Y/n?” Topper says from beside you, trusting Kelce enough to walk on his own as you all near the parking lot. He moves to follow your gaze but you stop him, quickening your pace towards his gray Jeep. “Did something happen?”

“Ward Cameron happened.”

———

tags: @moniamaybank @downbytheouterbanks @littlementalpolaroids

#rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #rafe fic #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fic #obx fanfiction #she writes

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dolphin-enthusiast · 4 years

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Hey bro, I hope you're doing well🥺💖 if your hcs are open, could you do hcs with bucci gang and a s/o getting catcalled/street harassed (only if this is not a trigger for you obviously)? I am upset 🙂🙂🙂...ANYWAy I love you sOoo much Morgane

This is extremely late my apologies but dw I don’t mind writing for sensitive topics such as this one!!! Behavior like this absolutely enrages me and you have all the rights to be upset because it’s fuckin vile. It goes without saying but tw harassment yadda yadda.

Bruno:

- He’s usually freakishly good at masking his true feelings and overall keeping his calm under pressure, but if he were to actually witness you getting catcalled he’s going to go lowkey sicko mode. His motherly/protective instincts kick in and he’s instantly death glaring the person who dared wrong you like that right on his weary watch. Honestly he’d feel like throwing a fit even if it didn’t happen before his very eyes. No, he’d be EVEN more enraged if you’d just come home one day and tell him that since he wasn’t there to intervene.

- At this point he doesn’t even have to do much, all that it takes is for Bruno to shoot said person a quick murderous glare then tell them to beat it and they’ll instantly fuck off not even 2 seconds later. After they are out of scene, he flips back to his usual calm and polite self (the d u a l i t y of man) as he proceeds to check up on you by asking if that asshole’s words managed to get to you. Hell, this man is going to be comforting you for hours and wouldn’t let go of you unless you were absolutely certain you were feeling at least just a little better.

- No matter your response, Bruno is going to pull you into his arms and firmly let you know that he’ll never let anyone hurt you. As long as he lives and he’s by your side he’s going to fight whoever dares to bother you, you have his absolute word for it. Normally he’d at first try solving the issue through diplomatic means but there’s just something about catcalling that utterly enrages him and makes him lose control for a few seconds, let alone if it’s his partner we’re talking about. Tl;dr: dont fucking make the mistake of wronging his s/o, he’ll fucking end you.

Giorno:

- Just like Bruno, but 3 times more menacing if that’s even possible. If Bruno managed to hold himself back just a bit and didn’t let his anger COMPLETELY consume him in that moment, our dear aries right here is quite the opposite. Sure it’s not like he’s going to throw said person into a death loop of despair (although that’s the first thing that would cross his mind), but in that second Gio wouldn’t really be able to mask his emotions like he usually does.

- If it happened before his eyes, that person is as good as dead. He merely steps in between you two, hooks an arm around your waist and “kindly” asks said person to repeat themselves since he’s not sure whether he heard them correctly or not the first time. At this point the person in question would already be getting lowkey uneasy since Gio’s aura and overall presence would be goddamn menacing, and so they’d be beating it in due time after he throws them a cold glare and tells them to never speak to you in this way ever again.

- Akin to Bruno, he’d revert back to his usual calm self right after that asshole leaves then ever so gently he’d check up on you and tell you that you should ignore their dirty, meaningless words and that he’ll be there to protect you always. That day Gio would try his best at keeping you preoccupied and cheering you up since he wouldn’t want you to think of this experience again. He’d put on an unbothered mask for you but deep down he’d still be fuming at the thought of another person just...insulting someone like that. Not only a random someone, but HIS beloved.

Abbacchio:

- Straight up shoves his fist in front of their face, I ain’t even joking. The second he hears them whistling and saying some dumb dirty shit he’s instantly walking over to them whilst seeing fucking red and asking if they have a problem with HIS partner. As said person would desperately try explaining themselves, Abbacchio would merely scowl then threaten to beat the fuck out of them if they don’t fuck outta here in the next 3 seconds.

- He’d be highkey scary threatening that person like that but would then try calming himself down in order to be able to actually think rationally again and check up on you. By the time he’d walk over you and grab your shoulders whilst asking if you’re alright, poor Abba would still be breathing heavily, his cheeks tinted red from the previous intense anger episode. He’d immediately escort you away from the place where the harassment happened as he’d keep reassuring you that you’re safe now with him here.

- That day Abba would keep replaying that episode inside his head over and over because he simply cannot understand how someone could just speak to a stranger in such a horrible way, and the thought of you getting insulted like that is enough to send him into a fit of anger, let alone if you were actually touched by said person. He’s absolutely ready to square up for you 25/8 and, although he’s not the best with words, he’s going to make sure that you’re feeling better and would keep cuddling and comforting you for as long as you need in an attempt to make you forget about the incident.

Mista:

- Makes a damn scene and rightfully so. He’s already a very touchy guy even in public, so the fact that the person in question clearly saw the both of you together and STILL decided to hit on you absolutely enrages him. Hell, even if you were alone what do they think gives them the right to talk to someone else like that??? Mista cannot wrap his head around it and at this point he doesn’t even try to anymore, he’s full on f u m i n g. He already took on some fuckers that were harassing a poor woman in the past and will gladly do it again for his partner.

- Whether he was there when it happened or not, you bet your ass that Mista is going to go on a rant and insult that person’s entire bloodline, mostly using italian curse words of course. He’d hate himself for not being there to properly protect you if it happened when you were alone, but if we’re talking about him actually WITNESSING that scene then it’s game fucking o v e r. Mista would just go like “O I” then waltz towards that rude ass with his fist clenched and brows tightly knitted together in sheer anger. He’d be screaming his ass off at that person telling them to never get near you again, calling them out on their bs right in front of everyone else on the damn street.

- He wouldn’t be afraid to legit fight them whilst everyone was watching either so you’d most likely have to drag his ass away from there or else he’d end up fucking killing them or something. Mista would need some time to come down from his rage episode but when he does he’s going to be apologizing over and over for his outburst, quite literally crushing you into his arms afterwards and trying not to fucking cry whilst telling you how much he loves you and how he’s going to beat up anyone else that tries wronging you like that again. Expect him to be EVEN more clingy than usual for the next few hours as well since he can get v e r y protective over you.

Fugo:

- As expected, probably the one that erupts the worst. If you thought Mista and Abbacchio threw a scene honey you ain’t seen s h i t. The second he hears that person call out to you in an insulting way he’s violently whipping his head around towards them, his jaw clenched and hands trembling with anger. In that second said person knows they F U C K E D U P because Fugo starts screaming his ass off and calling them all sorts of colorful insults.

- Just like in Mista’s case you’d have to hold him down or else he can and WILL kill them. Fugo has absolutely 0 patience and regard for people that do this also because of personal reasons, so it would almost be ptsd inducing for the poor man. Not only would he be utterly enraged with such behavior directed at a total stranger (who also happened to be his beloved mind you), but it would also remind him of some past experiences he wished he could forget.

- Afterwards Fugo will be unusually clingy and significantly more open with his feelings, telling you over and over how he’ll stop at nothing to protect you and constantly expressing his love for you through gentle touches and soft words. He’s normally extremely shy when it comes to showing affection, but after this he’d feel an overwhelming need to be there for you and comfort you through your distress, swearing that he’ll protect you no matter what and that you shouldn’t care for such heinous comments coming from an uneducated rude ass.

Narancia:

- At first is flabbergasted and tries to process what that person just said. Did he hear that right?? Are they really serious?? Did they really just dare to mess with Y O U???? That’s it, Narancia is angrily stomping towards the scene, throwing an arm around your shoulders whilst straight up bullying your harasser for their disgusting behavior. Now if said person tries mocking him that would be their last mistake because Narancia can and WILL throw goddamn fists regardless of who’s watching.

- He’ll tell off anyone that bothered you then smother you in hugs and spoil you with anything you wanted in an attempt to cheer you up. He’s also a surprisingly good listener so you can pretty much pour your heart out at him for he will sit through it all then proceed to comfort and hug you plenty. He may be smol but Narancia has no fear of fighting for his close ones, so he’ll let you know that whenever someone else starts bs you should immediately call him.

- He doesn’t like dwelling in the negative feelings and will instruct you on doing the same. Basically, he’ll try getting your mind off of things to the best of his abilities and is going to constantly be encouraging and reassuring you. Narancia is pretty much a walking serotonin machine who will be your emotional support human as well as your “bodyguard” because he really likes to pride himself in protecting and keeping you safe.

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Vento Aureo #bucci gang #jojo headcanons #headcanons #anon #tw

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notkodanymorebye · 3 years

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bonsoir ! my name is sam, its 5:30 am as im writing this, and im a mess. i use she/her pronouns and im from aus – hence the being up at 5:30am for opening and still being late smh. i have a habit of rambling so sorry for this intro in advance lmao. but thats more than enough about me, let’s talk about the other and more important mess, reed’s token aries: K O D A R E I D

tws: mentions of divorce, drugs, and ya know the murders

STATS.

full name: dakota reid

best known as: koda

age: twenty five

gender + pronouns: non-binary, they/them

occupation: waiter/bartender at salvatore’s steakhouse, aspiring podcaster

hometown: reed, virginia

star sign: aries

traits: jovial, creative, adventurous, confident, detached, cruel, impulsive, lazy

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

MORE INFO.

born and raised in reed, they’ve honestly left the area maybe a handful of times. not for a lack of wanting to, they certainly have wanted to and still want to, just a lack of money and time and motivation to plan anything “””big”””” (leaving ur town is not big but koda is lazy) in their lives

im gonna try not to get too into it bc i will go on forever but two important things to mention as far as their childhood. the first, when koda was sixteen their parents went through a really fuckin rough divorce. and like any sixteen yr old whose parents are getting divorced it pissed koda off. they have a moderately better relationship with them now but at the time, it was messy. at first, koda was very outwardly emotional about it, but as their emotions were just used as a weapon for their parents to use against one another they shut that shit down immediately. only showed their emotions in a way that was more of a nuisance to their parents: graffiti, petty shoplifting, being a dickhead in school, flunking grades (though they werent great to begin with), sneaking out all the time, all that bs

which leads to thing two: koda was a dealer towards the end of high school/the start of young adulthood. nothing big, bc they were a dumbass teenager in a small town just looking to piss their parents off. but because they were a dumbass teenager in a small town i assume theres a good possibility that if ur character is from reed: koda was their dealer. eventually they stopped bc people figured out they were just a sometimes v annoying middle man for the much easier to deal with guy that koda bought from + too much work. like most things to koda, drugs were meant to be just a fun past time, not a full time career.

after barely finishing high school they had absolutely no want to go to college. even at local reed college it was a lot of money to put down and for what???? for koda to do an arts degree they dont really care about and then do nothing with it ????? instead they just worked more. they’ve had the job at salvatore’s since they were fifteen and its really a staple in their lives.

when they are not at salvatore’s, they’re still being a menace tbh that did not end with high school or even the dealing. they’re usually skating around (would also be driving around and sometimes they are but its illegal because they recently had their licence suspended), probably spray painting some fence, maybe takin some photos on their barely working dslr, partying, drinking, stealing shopping carts from the local grocer, being a dickhead, u know the ~usual

despite being the local, so far they’ve not had any close connections to the parkway victims and thats unfortunately made them pretty insensitive about it. they’re far, far more interested in figuring out what the fuck is going on than they care about u know the loss of life and danger to everyone else in the town. in stats i mentioned they were an aspiring podcaster and thats because, u guessed it, koda wants to start a podcast about the murders they’re a piece of shit we already know this

and since this isn’t showing in the tags anyways: here’s a link to their pinterest board

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

housemates – koda is a broke mf, i want this connection to be with other broke mfs that are leasing a shitty house and probably have one too many people in it, but like: it works yk

childhood friends – obv koda has lived in reed their whole life, they’re from a very working class family, can be a connection through family or just through school im down for whatever

actual friends – this is probably gonna be limited to like a couple bc koda is so closed off lmao. while they’re friendly and enthuastic with just about everyone, theres not many koda actually considers genuine friends, these are the exceptions

co-workers – koda is confirmed annoying most of the time but they are at their peak annoying at work so if anyone else works at salvatore’s a. im so sorry b. lmk lets plot

party people – do u do drugs and other reckless impulsive bs at house parties? then this might be the connection for u bih – bonus if they’ve been partying together for fuckin ever

an easy thing – literally just the song easy thing by dom ferra. an easy romance, very much in its early stages, prob not official at this point, kinda learning what being in a relationship should mean together. only open to f/nb sorry lads

then just everything idk i need to start getting ready for work but pls hmu if u would like to plot ✌️

#parkway.intro #( about. )

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hey, it’s chey! i’m here to introduce you to pristine’s main vocal & main dancer, hyun “eden” iseul. you can find his public profile here, his private profile here, his plots here & his pinterest board here. below the cut, you’ll find a beginner’s guide to eden.

PERSONALITY.

infp-t / the turbulent mediator. self-critical, imaginative, idealistic, intense, disconnected, awkward. much like a turtle, iseul is timid in social situations and while he can be open at times, he can retreat into his shell at any given moment. once he retreats, it’s as if he’s disconnected from reality; he becomes oblivious to the world around him, unaware of even the loudest attempts to bring him back. he has a rich world inside of his mind where he feels comfortable and sometimes, it can seep into reality. you could say that he views the world around him as a fantasy movie scene, often creating things that aren’t there. he romanticizes things that should be perceived as face value and can easily develop exaggerated views of objects, places, people and even feelings. it’s not uncommon for him to put others on a pedestal and tear himself down. will accept the blame for anything that goes wrong, even when he’s being treated unfairly. despite being withdrawn, he relies heavily on other peoples’ opinions to feel validated and worthy.

pisces / the fishes. dreamy, playful, emotional, artistic, fickle, empathetic. fully aware of the pain that the world holds, he still has a habit of looking at things through rose-colored glasses. he has big dreams and can get a little carried away thinking about them. likes to have fun and laugh as well as make others laugh, even though it takes him a while to get to such a comfortable point with people. his mind changes like the weather, so he has trouble committing to long-term associations, whether it’s relating to his career or interpersonal relationships. his moods are dependent on those of whoever he’s around; highly malleable, tries to camouflage himself in social situations and mimic other people as to not draw excessive attention to himself.

HISTORY.

highkey an unwanted child and neither of his parents tried to hide it.

( TW PHYSICAL + VERBAL ABUSE / MANIPULATION ) i tried not to describe it much in his bio but his parents were...... very toxic. didn’t always treat him poorly --- they were actually pretty nice sometimes --- but when they were bad..... they were bad. endured a lot of abuse until he left for college and they also tried to tell him it was his fault and they only hurt him because they cared about him. ( TW END )

his coping method for everything was basically just pretending that things weren’t as bad as they were. any time someone said something hurtful, he was like :) that’s okay! i know you don’t mean it. tbh he still does this. he’ll put up with SO much bs just bc he’ll tell himself that it’s not personal

was kind of always drawn to more creative ventures such as writing and art; one of his first ever dreams (and still his dream) was/is to be an author. also picked up a hobby of origami when he was really young.

started showing interest in music after he got a MEGA crush on one of his classmates when he was like... 13. the classmate wanted to become an idol (side note... this is an open connection if anyone wants it fbjhvd) and he wanted to have something in common w them, so he was like omg no way??? me too???

started practicing w that friend and it was kind of obvious he didn’t know what he was doing, but he did end up getting better and started to really enjoy it!!!

so he started auditioning for companies when he was 14 behind his parents’ backs, never got accepted tho and eventually his parents found out and they were like.... bruh you are NOT the kim dongchul you think you are.... (oh, sweet irony).

started working part-time when he turned 15, mainly just passed out fliers but would help out at diners sometimes too if they’d let him. needed money to pay for actual lessons bc just practicing w his friend, as much as he did love it, was NOT cutting it and there was no way in hell he was going to pass an audition w his skills at the time.

kept auditioning for YEARS, lit rally didn’t stop until he graduated high school even though his parents mocked every single failure. ended up getting accepted into seoul institute of the arts, where he studied creative writing & dance for a lil while

ended up getting scouted by a summit media rep on campus, thought it was HILARIOUS!!!!! that they were from kim dongchul’s company. got so much enjoyment out of telling his parents. laughed about it for hours

he dropped out in his second year of school bc it was too hard to do everything his professors expected of him and train. nowadays, he really regrets dropping out (and kind of joining tbh), but :// what can ya do?

TRIVIA.

he has a lot of interest in languages, for someone who’s... so bad... at talking. he’s not fluent in anything other than korean (and barely that lmao), but he knows a LITTLE bit of japanese, english, french & italian. but when i say a little... i DO mean a little. for example, all he knows how to say in italian is “in bocca al lupo” which is jus like... an idiom that means good luck. that’s ALL he can retain of the italian language and he says it all the time. boy will never master a language

a big fan of origami. started doing it bc someone he had a crush on in grade school did it and he was like wow, can you teach me??? and for the past however many years, he has been leaving a trail of paper cranes in his wake.

he likes to decorate w the origami he makes --- the pristine dorm definitely has a vase with origami cherry blossoms in it. he likes to make all kinds of things (swans, boats, lotus flowers, hearts, frogs, birds, etc) though & he’s always trying to learn smth new!

also loves writing. the kind of guy who will describe you. will and probably has written poems about everyone he’s ever met. probably uses summit media idols/trainees/staff when he needs muse LMAOOOO. he sees them walking through the halls n he’s like “let me break out my notebook rq”

ALWAYS changing his hair...... wants to do whatever he wants with it while he has the freedom to. loves to dye and cut it. right now, his hair looks the same as in 8yuthe gif icon BUT his fc just cut his hair mad short so there will be a change very soon.

stage name is eden --- basically means that by listening to his voice & watching his performance, you’ll find a serene paradise..... make fun of him for it.

#vldintro #if u read this whole thing.... i love u now <3

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here I am as promised! jj x pope: "don't lie to me, I know you" / "I'm fine" "you don't look fine" jj x kie: "why me? You could have so much better " / "it's you, it has always been you" Sarah x John B: "I'm glad I found you" / "I'm not like your friends" "that's why I like you" chose the one/ones you like! Maybe you can write one and keep the others for another time🤷🏻‍♀️💕

Hi, sorry it took me forever to reply, exam session is driving me crazy, whoop.

Anyway, back on my bullshit.

Prompt: "don't lie to me, I know you"

Pairing: Pope/JJ

Words: 1182

TW for child abuse, weed and swearing.

The Chateau is like a second home to the Pogues. To Pope, the Chateau is associated with long nights spent playing poker around the round table in the kitchen, drinking beers and sharing stories and laughing at JJ’s stupid jokes.

The Chateau is warm and cozy and safe and feels like home.

Tonight, he's not sure why he's going there in the first place.

He knows John B won’t be home, because he's got a shift at the Camerons’, but he was slowly going stir crazy inside his own house, so that’s how he finds himself walking to the Chateau after dinner.

When he gets there, the lights are on, which means JJ must be there.

(That’s not unusual, JJ basically lives there.)

He opens the door, and finds JJ on the pulled out couch, the medkit opened beside him and blood in his hair.

“Christ, JJ, what the fuck?” Pope is there in a second, and JJ flinches. “Shit-

“Pope, how nice of you to stop by.” He says, grinning, and it doesn't reach his eyes.

Pope doesn't say anything, cant, really, so instead he sits down beside him, making sure to not touch him.

(JJ looks like he might bolt if he did.)

“Let me.” JJ is chewing the inside of his cheek, but he nods anyway, passing a wet towel to Pope. He takes it and slowly starts cleaning the blood from JJ’s face and body.

(He ignores how JJ flinches everytime Pope’s fingers brush against his skin.)

(It stings too much to think about it.)

Once he’s done he grabs a bag of ice for JJ to put on his ribs, and then JJ is lighting up a blunt, eyes closed.

“JJ-

“It’s fine.” JJ says, and he doesn’t look at Pope.

Pope lets his eyes travel over him, taking in the blond strande catching the light, and the blooming bruises on his tan skin, and the way he’s clutching a bit desperately to the edge of the couch, and how he’s smoking through the joint a bit faster than usual.

“What happened?” He asks, and JJ opens his mouth to reply, fingers twitching, and Pope knows he's going to lie. “Dont , JJ, don't lie to me.”

“I wasn't going to.” JJ replies, holding his gaze. He's got a black eye.

(Pope almost believes him.)

“Yeah, you were, I know you.” JJ scoffs then, runs his free hand through his hair, leaning forward. He’s quiet for a while, until the blunt has burned to the filter, then he sits back against the couch, eyes still closed.

“JJ?” “It’s fine.” “It was your dad, wasn’t it?” JJ’s eyes fly open, hard and cold and distant. (Pope has known for a long time.) (There are only so many bruises JJ can blame on the Kooks.)

“The fuck did you just say, Pope?” JJ grabs the front of his shirt, suddenly much closer, and he smells of blood and weed and smoke.

(It’s familiar, it’s a scent Pope knows like he knows his own name.)

“I know it’s him, JJ.”

“Pope, I swear to God-

“JJ.” He whispers, and JJ’s blue eyes are wild and raw and Pope has never seen him like this. He lets go of Pope all of a sudden, leaning back against the back of the couch.

He laughs, quiet and empty and so not like JJ.

“Always the smart one, aren't you?”

(They should talk about this, Pope thinks.)

(JJ looks like he might break if Pope kept pushing.)

So he doesn’t. Instead, Pope sits beside him, and JJ lights up a cigarette, offers one to Pope, and he denies.

They don't say anything for a long time, and JJ keeps chain smoking, blowing the smoke in the air, making pretty shapes above them.

Pope keeps glancing at him, trying to figure out what to do, what to say, but JJ is uncharacteristically still, eyes trained on the ceiling.

(He looks good in this light, even battered and bruised as he is.)

(Eyes bright and pink lips, bloody knuckles and long fingers curling around the cigarette.)

“You okay?” Pope ends up saying, winching at his own awkwardness.

JJ nods, and it's a lie.

(It's what the does, Pope knows.)

(Lying is like breathing for JJ.)

“Just fuckin’ peachy, Pope. Thank you for your concern.” He says, voice low, and he doesn't look at Pope.

Pope sighs.

“You can't talk to me, you know?” Pope sees JJ hesitating, glancing his way for the first time in the whole night.

“I've got nothing to say.”

(It almost makes Pope laugh, because JJ always has something to say.)

“Well, if you ever wanted to, I'll listen.” He says, and this time JJ does turn to look at him.

(It catches Pope off guard, sucking all the air out of his lungs.)

(Pretty.)

“Thanks.” He whispers, and it's weird hearing him talk so quietly, but then, JJ always has been unpredictable.

(Chaotic and bright and excessive and so, so alive.)

“You got it.” He says, and JJ flashes him a small smile, and it's not his trademark smirk, but it's good, it's private, it's just for Pope.

And then, JJ takes his hand, intertwining their fingers together, and Pope remembers how breathing works all together.

He tries to keep it cool, pretend his heart isn't about to run out of his chest, and experimentally squeezes JJs hand. JJ squeezes back.

(Is breathing even really necessary?)

JJ grabs John Bs computer, laying at the end of the couch, and pulls up Kies Netflix account and starts playing Friends, as if they haven't seen in thirty times, but Pope can't even focus on the screen.

(He's too busy trying to memorize how JJs hand feels in his own.)

(Warm, and big and sweaty, thought that's probably Popes fault.)

(Feels right.)

Sometime later JJ shifts around to curl against Pope's side, and Pope instinctively wraps an arm around JJ's shoulder, pulling him close, and ten minutes later JJ is snoring against his chest.

Its how John B finds them, almost two hours later, when he gets home.

“JJ-

The words die on his tongue when he takes in JJ curled against Pope, sleeping soundly.

“Sorry.” He whispers, and he's smiling. He stares at Pope with a knowing look in his eyes, and Pope can feel the blush creep on his cheeks.

“Shut up.” John B huffs a quiet laugh, eyes settling back on JJ, and on the medkit abandoned by the couch.

“He okay?” Pope also looks at him.

(JJ looks much younger when he sleeps.)

“I don't know.” John B nods, running one hand through his hair.

“He told you?”

“Of course not.” Pope sighs. “Figured it out myself.” “Of course you did.” John B says. He leans down to run his fingers through JJs hair. “I'll leave you to it, then. Call me if you need anything, water, more bandaids, a condom.” He whispers, winking at Pope.

“Fuck off, John B.”

(That night, Pope falls asleep with JJ in his arms, and it's the best sleep he's had in a while.)

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Old Friends Pt. 2

Tw: Deciet Sanders

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After several months, the anxious side finally tore down his guarded walls.

"-Virgil. It's like a band-aid, you just rip it off."

That had been the start of a new and slowly improving life for Virgil. He had finally started bonding with the other sides, even starting to see them as friends rather than obstacles.

He had a soft smile as he slipped back into the mind palace, leaving the others to finish up anything they had to with Thomas.

Expecting to be alone, he jumped when a familar face greeted him.

"D-Dee! Jesus you-"

"How could you?"

"What...?" A look of confusion crossed his face.

"You gave then your name."

"Yeah, and?"

"You can't actually trust them! You're so naive, Virgil...."

"S-stop it...." He muttered, pulling his hood over his head.

"They'll toss you to the side like useless garbage. It'll be just like before. They're messing with you!"

"I said stop it...."

"God, especially Roman! He can't stand you!" he continued.

"That's enough Duncan!"

Deciet's face shifted feom angry to smug, raising a brow at the other.

"Oh? We're playing that game are we?"

"What? N-no-"

"You're secrets will... come to light soon enough..."

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Or would I? Tsk tsk Virgil. You underestimate me my old friend."

"We can still be frie-"

"You're one of THEM now!"

"Who even cares?! This stupid 'light side versus dark side' crap is total BS anyway!"

"I care. We all have roles Virgil. We all have a part to play. Including myself. You can't protect Thomas. You can't save the others. So weak minded... easily manipulated... easily swayed.."

"That isn't true..."

"We'll have to wait and see now won't we?"

Virgil was shaking, his hands jammed into his pockets. His posture was tense as he watched the snake like side get closer to him.

The other moved aside a tuft of Virgil's hair, revealing his blue eye with a smug smirk on his lips.

"You'll always be one of us. You can wear new clothes.. You can put in contacts... You can bond... but you'll always, always be one of us."

"D-Don't touch me!"

"You can't escape reality. I'll see you again. In a time.... and a place... you'll never expect..."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before getting any words out Deciet had vanished, leaving Virgil shaken.

He sat on the floor, his body racking as he pulled at his hair.

He knew the things the other was capable of. He was terrified.

"He's a liar... He's a liar... He's a liar... He's Deciet..." He said, trying to erase his name from his mind. He wanted nothing to do with him. No personal bond. But he couldn't do it.

His only option was to sit.. And wait...

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Alright you guys! Here's the more angsty part!! I'm still warming up to this again. I've been sooooo out of it with my writing lately. If you guys have any requests my asks are always open! I write angst, fluff, hurt comfort, human sides, A!Us, etc etc and all ships except romantic Patton ones.

I hope you guys enjoyed this. Thank you so so much for reading this far if you have! I *should* have my final fan art piece uploaded tomorrow, and no later than saturday.

-jax

@frickengreenfrickyeah

@moonrisper

@threeplayerflame

#tw angst #tw deciet #ts deciet #deciet mention #deciet sanders #sanders sides virgil #ts virgil #virgil sanders #post accepting anxiety #jax writes #jax writes fanfic #thomas sanders fanfic #thomas sanders #fanfic #sanders sides fandom

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hi my name is jinx monsoon and i don’t know the art of brevity but this has been one of my shortest intros to DATE!!! so, i’m proud.

Is that MARY MCLEARY? Wow, they do look a lot like CHLOE BENNET. I hear SHE is an EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended LUXOR Academy. Word is they are a(n) ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be RELENTLESS and BRUTALLY HONEST, but on the bright side they can also be LOYAL and HUMOROUS. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

CHARACTER INSPO: Margo Hanson ( The Magicians ), Gina Linetti ( B99 ), Spencer Hastings ( PLL ), Cristina Yang ( Grey’s Anatomy ), Amelia Pond ( Doctor Who ), Rachel Green ( FRIENDS ), Ben Wyatt ( Parks & Rec ), Amanita Kaplan ( Sense8 ), Ella Lopez ( Lucifer ), Nadia Vulvokov ( Russian Doll )

INFO: → pinterest playlist

ABOUT:

born to may and peter mcleary, into a life of wealth, luxury, politics in a very uppity part of london. mary never tried to be a rebel or rebellious to spite her parents, she just was. she was always too loud, too vibrant, asking too many questions, and her parents were v like???? can’t you just follow directions??? *john mulaney voice* NO she can’t!

[ INTERNALIZED RACISM TW ] her mother, an chinese woman who was the perfect socialite, who worked harder than her husband just to assimilate & compensate for the color of her skin because racism was always alive, always around every corner and she would not look like a fool, would use skin lightening creams on both her and her daughter, something mary will never ever forget. the desperation. the need to fit in. the ambitious nature which everyone in her family had, though not all of them really thought for themselves. her brother was a prime example ( her brother who’s autistic, was pushed by mary’s parents even harder than mary was as the first born son, the oldest ).[ END INTERNALIZED RACISM TW ]

she definitely played at being a perfect daughter, showed up to functions etc, but the minute they could they shipped her off to boarding school. like any child, mary wanted her parents love, wanted them to be proud of her, her older brother was the perfect kid in her eyes and he deserved not to have to carry that alone on his shoulders – so a life long struggle of trying to please her parents while still being true to herself began. mary did so WELL in school. mary knew how to meet and exceed expectations, she knew that she had to do twice as well, work twice as hard, as her white counterparts to get taken seriously – which, she didn’t even give a fuck about because she was hilarious, very much not serious so much of the time, but she had to keep her parents happy!! she’s a perfectionist too!!

while some people might’ve found life long friends, love, etc at boarding school – once again mary was a bit different. all the children who also had posh, rich parents, the ones she knew her parents would want her to be friends with were all fucking TERRIBLE. they were racist! they made such ugly comments! and mary just???? was not about it?? mary bit her tongue a lot, but she hated it, so instead of continuing to do so – she just fucking secluded herself. mary saw these kids, saw how her life was supposed to be, how it was going to be, and it weighed on her – she was vibrant, herself, sure, but what was the point of sharing that when she was just gonna be rejected for it? ( mary’s got a bit of an ego! cause at the end of the day she’s like im a rich kid too my dad’s saved ur politicians parents asses so! ). at school, she cultivated a love of graphic design and computers, photography, retreating further into her love of comics, fantasy & sci fi, etc. posts her edits on tumblr and has QUITE a large following on many social media sites also due to her fame on vine when she was younger.

she was real happy tbh. she kept to herself a lot and a lot of the rich kids who she grew up with were kind of booty tickled about it because they thought she was snubbing them, when in all actuality, she was trying to maintain her sanity having to deal with their posh asses.

something happened at that boarding school resulting in a lot of trauma but that’s one secret i’ll never tell ....xoxo ...gossip girl

mary was diagnosed with PTSD because of the incident and ended ‘leaving’ her old school and coming to luxor. people probs wonder why she’s starting a new school as a senior in another COUNTRY but she just says she needed the stamp on her passport. or that she needed a change. or that she’s an undercover agent for MI6. or that she ate too many hot cheetos once and the farts from it ruined her rep. it’s like a spinning a wheel, you’ll probs never get the truth out of her!

couldn’t care less about the luxor versus carnifex BS, she’s literally like trying to get through her last year of fucking high school and yeah she’s gonna have a good time but she’s also just not that?? loyal to the school?? so she’s not about to fight people??

she’s a libra/virgo cusp and i stand by that OKAY!!!

is a great cook and LOVES food, has an instagram just for all the places she travels and food galore

mary is bi bi bi ( bye bye )

i’m stopping myself here because otherwise i could go on ALL DAY ABOUT HER SO! we stopping! if you’d like to plot please like this and ill come to you!!

CLASSES:

Creative Writing

Latin

Advanced Anthropology

US History

Web Design

Baking

Yoga ( where she makes a fool out of herself time and time again! )

EXTRACURRICULARS:

NHS

Photography

GSA

She’s new so she’s really trying to get the lay of the land!

#luxorintro #and thats all she wrote!!

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alright, I should get writing because I’m getting sleepy. I do owe you a post from yesterday so I’ll do that first. Woke up at 6 since I had court, got to the courthouse around 8 and met my client in the courtroom shortly before it started. this one actually went totally according to plan, I got all the things I was supposed to say out, and nothing unexpected happened, so I was pleased with that. the rest of the morning was running around and doing small tasks that needed to be done, more BS with the state’s attorney but that’s nothing new. then after lunch we had our case acceptance meeting, where we go over the cases that we helped at the EOP stage and decided if we want to offer them representation for the whole OP process. there were a few cases in particular I had helped with or intervened in that I felt strongly about them getting representation and I stated as much, and we decided to take them up, with one other case I had mixed feelings about (complicated family situation) that we’re going to follow up on and see what the deal is and decide if we want to take it. so that took a while because we were backed up. the rest of the afternoon was pretty chill, just doing little stuff and then leaving at 5. made it home and ended up watching the rest of the show Unbelievable for the rest of the night and holy shit man, it’s so damn good, like just the vast expanse of subjects and such they cover in such a flawless way while exposing deep inadequacies in the criminal justice system and just how much people suffer because of them. I highly recommend watching it (though with a major TW for sexual assault, of course). and after that I went to bed, not bad day. I slept in today till like 12, and then still didn’t want to get out of bed because my eyes kept wanting to close lol. but I managed to do so eventually and I looked at pinterest recipes because I wanted to make something today, so I settled on an easy bread making recipe and some soup. got to work on the bread because that had to spend 2 hours rising, and while that was happening I finally uploaded all my Monsta X concert videos to twitter, all 39 of them lol. I just like, hope they get spread because they have such a good view and I want other people to see it haha. when the bread was done rising, I put it in the oven and took it out when it was done, and it actually turned out really well, so I was happy with that. I then went to start making the soup and started putting some ingredients together until I realize I don’t have any eggs, which are like, the main element of the egg drop soup I was planning on making, so I had to scrap that plan and improvised to make a fuck ton of pastina because of all the chicken broth. so not a total loss there. and yeah, after that I sat at my computer for a while listening to stuff before eventually turning netflix on and finding a food show to watch. after a few episodes of that I decided to start getting ready for bed because if I want to make it to church tomorrow I have to get up early and I definitely need the sleep, and now I am here, and for that reason I will now be going to bed. Goodnight honeys. Love you lots.

#daily journal #September 2019 #Rachel's kpop adventures

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th3-secret-life-of-mel · 6 years

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Dear Charlie,

@poems-by-charlie

I said I would write you a letter about me so that's what this will be. It's a crazy story and it kind of loops around now but I will keep it as chronological as I can.

I changed everyone's names because there are some crazy people out there and I don't want anyone to get hurt.

TW: emotional abuse, mental abuse, sexual abuse.

My birthmom and birthdad were 18 when I was born. They didn't have a clue what they were doing but they were trying. They got married while I was still forming. About 2 years and 9 months after I was born, my little sister was born, Lilly. A bit after she was born, my birthdad left my mother. I have since learned that it was because nothing he ever did to help was ever good enough for her and he couldn't take living like that anymore.

After my birthmom and Dad got divorced, she got with a guy named John. John had a kid that is my age named Nicole. Together John and my birthmom had another baby named Abby. Eventually my birthmom and John got divorced.

My birthmother then married a guy named Bob. Together they have had two more baby girls named Raelynn and Jill.

Birthmom and Dad

John

Birthmom & John

Birthmom & Bob

Full sibling to me

Adopted sibling to me

Half-sister to me

Half-sisters to me

Nicole

Abby

Raelynn

Lilly

Jill

I grew up being told by my birthmom that my birthdad had never wanted anything to do with me. I also grew up told that I was born for a purpose, because my birthmom wanted someone that would love her unconditionally. When I was a baby, we found out I was allergic to all peanuts and tree nuts (almonds, pistachios, pecans, walnuts, ect.). My birthmom also said that neither my birthdad nor his family cared enough to learn how to read labels on food to help keep me safe.

I don’t remember any of the time with my birthdad when I was small. The first things I remember are with John as my mother’s husband and my dad. I look back and I don’t think I ever had a choice about whether or not to call him dad, and that’s only important because Nicole called my birthmom by her name for a long while. John started out nice enough, pictures even show Nicole, Lilly, and I rubbing lotion on his red tanned back once. We were all smiling and it looked like we were having a lot of fun. I don’t really remember him ever being nice.

Some of my first memories are of Nicole getting put in the corner for telling lies, a discussion between John and my birthmom about how Nicole needed to stop lying because my birthmom couldn’t handle it anymore and I know that I got yelled at a lot in that time too, although I don’t really remember being yelled at. I remember being yelled at later though, and then my birthmom and John almost constantly fought about how to discipline us, me mostly because I had a really smart mouth as a kid. I didn’t like John. He was mean and scary and rude.

Later, when I was in 6th grade I remember being in the shower one night and John came in to talk to me about kissing boys. With my food allergy, my birthmom was always warning me to be careful and telling me that I couldn’t kiss boys. Well I did and when a friend wanted to take a picture, I let her because she said she thought it was cute and I believed her and I let her take the picture. I regretted that later when I got yelled at for it and it’s what led to John coming into the bathroom to talk to me. He just stood outside the shower curtain, he said what he wanted and then continued to stand for several long moments before finally leaving. I remember being really uncomfortable but not really understanding why ‘because he was my stepdad’ my brain reasoned, but it was still inappropriate. That was the start of the sexual abuse I endured for about 2/2 and a half years.

I finally told my grandma one summer. John worked at a factory and got discounted tickets for an amusement/waterpark place. Well I was on my period the weekend we were going and I didn’t use tampons at that point so I begged my birthmom to let me stay at my grandmas. She eventually allowed me to and I was getting ready with my grandma one morning when she asked me what was happening at home. I told her a little bit and then paused before saying that there was something I wanted to tell her but couldn’t. My grandma told me that I couldn’t keep the secret now and that I had to tell her, so I did. I told her about the abuse. My grandma assured me that she believed me and that I wouldn’t be going back to that house with him still there. She had me type up a small paper of some things he had me do and then sign it. Later that day we met my birthmom and my sisters at McDonald’s to get some food and play, and for my grandma to talk to my birthmom. After my grandma told her, my birthmom went home and asked John if it was true. He said it was but that I initiated it. My mother had him checked into Wellstone and that’s when the CPS and courts got involved. He was in there for a month or so before he was able to get out. I felt like it was my fault, even though it wasn’t, and when it was time for him to come home I told my birthmom that I wanted him to come back to our house and that I would go somewhere else while he was being prosecuted because I didn’t want my siblings to not have their dad. I didn’t understand what he had done to me or what it meant and from where I knew what it was like to not have a dad I didn’t was my sisters to feel like that. For some reason, there was no issue with him staying in the house with my other sisters.

I went to live with my grandma for a while and then stayed with a family we were family friends with. It was a really hard time. I wanted to put up all these walls and harden my heart but I never was able to and I still don’t have them. Also, because I didn’t want my sisters to be without a dad, I fought for him to just go to a program called work release where he could still work and he was able to earn time out, besides for work, so that my sisters still got to see him, instead of going to regular jail. He served about 2 years and got out on my 16th birthday.

I feel like I should say that he never raped me and I want every person to know that it’s okay to be hurt by sexual abuse even if you weren’t raped. It is still sexual abuse. I am always here if you ever want to talk about what happened to you, whether in detail or not. I know what it feels like to not have anyone to talk to about the things that the abuser did to you; I still haven’t found anyone to tell it to. If you ever need me just please message me and I will help anyway that I can because I know what it’s like to go through that and not be able to speak up about it.

My birthmom finally left him while he was in work release and got with Bob who was in work release for drunk driving.

We ended up seeing John the night of my 16th birthday and it was really scary for me but of course I was brushed off when I told them (my birthmom and Bob) how I felt about it.

Fast forward to February of this year (2017). I had turned 18 in December and was struggling living in that house. There is a lot I could get into about the time in-between all these jumps in time but this is already really long and I don’t want to bore you, or scare you. Anyway, Bob had just disappeared for a few days and had gotten back, and both he and my birthmom to act like nothing was wrong and nothing happened. That make me really angry because it had happened and it was wrong, but my opinion didn’t matter. My grandma, who lived an hour north of me, had started taking me to counseling and it was a counseling day on February 15th. She came, picked me up, and took me to counseling and we talked about how I was 18 and didn’t have to stay in my birthmom’s house anymore. I didn’t know where I would go though and my grandma said that of course I would stay with them. She said she had a plan for when she took me home, she was going to ask to speak to my birthmother in her room away from Bob and ask if she could take me and Lilly to stay with her for a while until things calmed down. She did it under the ruse of our schooling. Nicole had already left home, Abby was in public school, and Raelynn was too small to be in school and away from our birthmom for an extended period of time like a couple weeks. Birthmom got mad, went into the living room, and told Bob, he starts screaming for my grandma to get out of our house, cussing and being really over the top. Grandma had had me and Lilly start packing a bag in case Birthmom said yes so she came back to my room to let us know that Birthmom had said no and we had to stay.

She went to the living room and asked birthmom if this was what she wanted to raise her kids around, the yelling and screaming and hatefulness. Bob was still yelling and ended up getting right in my grandmas face, screaming at her to get out. After another moment, she left and Lilly and I finished unpacking the bag. Birthmom comes back to my room then, closely followed by Bob, and she starts yelling at me, asking me what I told her mom and screaming at me asking how many times have they talked to me about keeping my mouth shut? “The things that happen in our house aren’t anyone else’s business,” she always said. She just kept asking what I said so I said “nothing”, when she asked again I didn’t see a reason why it mattered so I said that I told grandma about what’s been going on. I told birthmom in a normal voice that if I can't tell people what happens in our house then it’s obviously not right. (the things that had been going on: my ADD pills had been disappearing and then Bob disappearing and how they were acting like nothing was wrong and how Bob had taken birthmom’s phone and was going through it and then ‘grounded’ her for while once too) She kept yelling at me but I don’t remember what she said, probably more of the “it stays in the house” bs. I looked at her and I said “I don’t have to deal with this anymore. I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t have to deal with all this screaming and yelling anymore. I’m leaving.” She asked me where I was going to go and how I was going to get there. I said that I would have someone get me and that I was going to go live with grandma. She wished me luck, “because that turned out so well the last time.” (When I lived with her after the sexual abuse, she kicked me out but only because I wasn’t listening to her because I was listening to Birthmom’s rules and they went against grandma’s rules. I continued to follow Birthmom’s rules because she was so scary)

I called a friend, he came and picked me up, and I went to his house for a bit until my grandma found out where I was (because she had left her phone at her house that morning). She came and got me and we went back to her house. About 2 weeks being there, the family friend that I stayed with after the abuse messaged me and asked if I still wanted to get to know my birthdad. I had asked a lot of questions while I was there and they didn’t feel they should answer them because birthmom didn’t want me to know. I told them that I didn’t know, I wanted to but that I wasn’t sure if I was ready and I was scared. They sent me my birthdad’s contact and said that I didn’t have to reach out but I would have it if I wanted to. Very late that night, I messaged him and we talked for a while. After 2 days, on a Wednesday, I started mentioning talking to him to my grandma and she suggested that we go see them that weekend. I asked and they moved some things around so that it worked out for us to come visit them. I ended up staying with them at their house for the weekend instead of the hotel with my grandparents. When the weekend was over, I didn’t want to leave. We all talked about it and it was decided that I would go stay with my grandparents for 2 more week and if we all still wanted it then I would move in with my birthdad (known from now as Dad), his wife (known from now as Mom), and my two brothers, Luke (now 9) and Jay (now 3).

I moved in with them on March 14th and I’ve been with them since. I even got adopted so I don’t have John’s last name anymore J

Things are still hard and of course it’s not always perfect but it’s a lot better than before and I’m learning how to be comfortable with being happy. I still have lots of bad days, though. So just like I hope you writing to me will help you, I hope that my letters back will help me.

Thank you for listening,

Your friend, Mel

#your friend Mel #Dear Charlie

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