#[[ i stand by it that gods should be a tiny bit creepy

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Huh >.> you know how Crechelings are basicly, like... possessed?

Like? They are cute af. But they VERY MUCH are constantly reaching out too and listening too the Force cause they are Baby and know jack shit? They are in that "why? Why? Why?" ×1000 stage of life. But instead of asking ADULTS, who might not always be on hand?

Well... the FORCE is on hand.

24/7!

Why NOT ask a cosmic driving force of all creation is you should have juice or water? This fruit or that vegetable? What are we gonna play today Effectively God? I'm a toddler! I don't know what boundaries are! Nor do I realize I probably shouldn't be bothering you with every single thought that passes through my head!

Yeeeeeah....

Tiny force sensitives? HELLA possessed.

They'll pull shit like "speak in prophecy" and "I stole a ship a can't even reach the controls off, to thwart an assassination attempt, because The Force Told Me Too, and that's why I'm on another planet and missed nap time." Plus the fun ol *hands a jedi master a rock* "the force says you'll need this! :D " *walks away, oblivious to the confusion they have wrought*

There is a REASON Creche master have to be SUPER patient types. And that parents are so often like "yeah, yeah we can't handle our kid. We love them. But this is beyond what we can parent."

Cause when your kid? Looks up from their mashpotatos? To casually drop "X is going to die soon." Or "he's going to betray you, you know" like??? Sweetie. Honey, youngling, you're THREE. Wtf. It's a BIT MUCH.

But? What I'm getting at?

I wanna see Creepy!ForceAvatar!Crechelings? Like it's... it's just a STAGE kids grow out off?

And I want it to save their fuckin LIVES.

Like? During the later stages of the Clone Wars. The Force is getting agitated. Knows what's coming. Does NOT like such imbalance and death. So? Even if the OLDER ones either can't hear it clearly or won't listen? The BABIES sure can.

And it's like a FUCKING HIVEMIND.

Absolutely HORRIFYING to behold.

All these lil babies. These wee lil toddlers n smol kiddos. Just... Stopping. Misstep. Balls bouncing past hands frozen, toys mid "woosh" motion, spoons half way to faces. All of it. Just... stopped.

They all cock their heads.

Like animals trying to hear a sound better.

Put down what they were doing. Calm as you please, ignoring everything around them, everyONE. Gathering their things from their rooms. Gathering the babies. Who are... oddly well behaved. It's the most calm and orderly anyone's ever see them. None of the creche masters can get their attention. Every attempt to physically get in the way is dodged before it's even attempted.

The children... calmly. Pleasantly. Like taking a stroll.

Steal a series of ships.

Broad daylight.

In... in front of everyone. No one can even STOP them. The Force is helping. All anyone can do is just? Follow.

They settle basicly a few weeks into the uncharted zone, in an old temple no one knew was there. All they will fuckin say is variations of "the Force says we live here now!" Like? Subtle this was NOT. I guess... we live here now?

.....huh.

It IS weirdly easier to think way out here.

As though we were no longer standing in the middle of some terrible smoke cloud. Nice and calm. Lots of Light. Unlike back o-.....waaaaait a fucking second. *sound of various Master's and council members connecting dots in their head*

>:O

@legitimatesatanspawn @hypewinter @hdgnj @babbling-babull @spidori @lolottes @nerdpoe

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Sweet girl pt.3

dad's friend William Afton x (fem) virgin reader

synop: Reader goes over to William's to pick up where they left off. Pacing? Who's that?

pt.1 - here. pt.2 - here.

warnings: smut (oral and grinding? dry humping but not dry, idk what you call it), coercion, inappropriate relationship, age gap, generally creepy William.

A/n: Happy new year's! Thought I'd get something dirty out to prove I'm still alive and kicking, hope you enjoy! I have no idea if it's good because I hate everything I write at the moment lmao x.

On your walk home you see him before he sees you. The pang of excitement in your chest is so strong it winds you as the sensation travels down lower, settling in the part of you that screams for attention when William is around. You should keep your head down and slip unnoticed up the steps to your house, but the trouble is that you want to be noticed. You’ve been high on the memory of last time, desperate to feel it again. So you stop still, fiddling with the hem of your skirt and looking over your shoulder until eventually you pluck up the courage and cross the road.  

He’s doing something to his car, checking the tire pressure or something, still wearing his smart clothes from work. His head turns as you approach, the slow smile spreading across his face as he realises it’s little you, here to see him, has your head spinning already. 

“Hi…” You start, your voice tiny and uncertain.

“Hi?” He grins at you as he stands up, pressing the tip of his shoe into the tire and seeming satisfied with the result. “You come over here just to say that?” William looks you up and down, another pretty little skirt showing off your legs, you must be doing this on purpose. Still though, you coming to him and seeking him out is a good thing, progress towards you becoming his pet. 

You blink, hating that he almost instantly makes you feel like an idiot, especially given that you can’t seem to summon the faculties to prove otherwise. It’s pathetic how your face is flushed already as you struggle to figure out a response, why did you come over here? It’s stupid really, you’ve come to see him with the hope that, like last time, he’ll steal you away and corrupt you a little more. But you can’t exactly admit that. 

“Uhh. I don’t know why I came over… sorry.” Is the sentence you mutter just to try and end the awkward silence that was blooming as he waited expectantly, and you know it’s daft the second you say it. 

He laughs, which makes you feel doubly idiotic. “I’m only joking, sweetheart. You came over because you want to pick up where we left off the other day, right?” Your eyes go wide at his bluntness, shame doesn’t seem to be an emotion he’s ever come into contact with, instead it feels like you end up getting his share of it. 

As sweet as you look all embarrassed and hesitant, he lets you have some reprieve and changes the subject, “Are your parents expecting you home?” Now, as naïve as you are, you do know that that question actually means ‘are you free to disappear for a while?’, and it fills your stomach with butterflies.  

And again the tiny devil on your shoulder persuades you to go along with him. “No. No, they don’t know what I’m doing.” You dare to look him fully in the eye then and the intention in them has your core burning.

“Then you have to come in for a bit.” His hand rests on your lower back as he guides you towards his front door, already struggling with the urge to tear that skirt right off you. 

After getting inside, you look nervously over your shoulder to see him closing the door, that familiar excitement sizzling in your veins, and when he turns to see you looking all small and scared he can’t resist teasing you. “God, sweetheart, I can read you like a book. You’re nervous, huh?”

Rubbing your arm you avert your gaze, “I mean, yeah, a little.” The scoff from him shows that you’re not doing a great job of being convincing. It upsets you a bit that you can’t act all sexy and brave because you are lost in what to do, but you can tell that he likes that, and that feels very dirty. 

“Oh, you don’t don’t have to be.” He moves closer to you and you battle with yourself to not move away, you shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t have done this before but you can’t help it. “I told you, we’re going to have fun.” He raises his eyebrows on the last word, and despite how overly sweet his tone is it does nothing to combat the intimidation of his bigger frame, now close enough that you swear you can feel his heat. His hand raises up to toy with the collar of your shirt, resting just above the curve of your breasts. 

The grazing touch is like ice on your skin, making goosebumps appear everywhere they’re able. “I just-” You blink in surprise at yourself talking, unsure when you decided to speak, “I don’t think I’m ready to uh… you know-” He does, in fact, know.

“Fuck?” He puts you out of your misery, the word crass enough to make your answer visible on your face. It sounds natural coming from him but you could have though of a million other ways to say it. “That’s what you’re scared of?” His hand moves up to tilt your chin to face him, his thumb resting over the plump of your bottom lip. “Listen, that’s not going to happen 'til you really want it. More than you clearly already do.” He was right, you do want it, you’re wet, your panties sticking to your core in a shamefully eager way.

You nod slightly in some form of acknowledgement but it’s cut short when he kisses you, the thought instantly evaporating from your head as he takes control of you. It’s that simple, his mouth on yours, his hand taking in the shape of your hips, that’s all it takes before you’re lost. You’ve been kissed before, had your share of grimy teenage make-out sessions, but this is insane, it gets more so when his tongue invades your mouth, stealing some pitiable noise from you. Instinctively you press against him, your hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll stop. 

Pretty quickly his grip on your waist dips down, fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt and beginning to pull it down, your hand stops him. He pulls away, “You gonna let me see you? Huh?” He’s asking but still touching you, the other hand plucking your shirt and lifting it from your skin, watching your expression. You bring your lip between your teeth, nervous but still able to hum some agreement. Your shirt soon comes over your head and the skirt slips from your feet, leaving you feeling very exposed under his gaze. 

He takes half a step back to take in the sight of you in your bra and panties, “Now, who are these for?” He asks, aroused-tinted mockery coating the words. You’re not sure what he’s talking about until he flicks the strap of your knickers lying over your hip. 

“What?” You flinch when the material pings back against your skin, the amusement in his eyes a little mean-spirited. “N-no one.” You manage to remember to respond, only making him grin. 

“No one? This skimpy little bra and panties, for no one?” You know he’s taking the piss but you can’t help but pout at the mockery, your brows furrowed when he moves, still chuckling, to kiss your neck. He’s slightly unshaven and the scruff against your skin has you squirming, your hand finding a natural place on the back of his head, fingers lacing and pulling when he bites an aching kiss right where your neck meets your shoulder. It’s the blazing kind of pain that only lasts a moment, but the pitiful moan from you would have anyone thinking otherwise. 

It’s that pretty sound from you that forces him to briefly lift you onto the long table just next to his front door, pulling your bra down to flick his tongue over your nipple whilst roughly grabbing the other. He feels a little bad for you when you whimper from his touch, remembering that he should be a bit nicer to you really, so he takes himself away from your tits, dropping down to his knees. You firmly press your legs together in response, but when his warm hands land high on your thighs, you let him slowly pull them apart, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

You watch him still biting your lip, anxious of what he was going to do. He smirks up at you and you’re so distracted by it that his sudden contact with your core makes you jump, he traces the shape of your pussy over your knickers, dragging over your clit and then up higher to catch the edge of the garment. You help him pull them down by lifting yourself from the table, shivering when he leans in close, his breath making your pussy clench. 

“You poor, pretty little thing.” He sniggers, just the sight of your cunt has precum leaking from his cock. You watch idiotic as he slowly drags his tongue over your pussy, the sensation completely foreign but something you instantly fall in love with, evident in the way you moan. He maps out the path from your entrance up to your clit with his tongue, giving himself something to think about later. This perfect untouched cunt, sweet as fucking honey all for him; the thought has him grabbing himself over his trousers, giving his cock some much needed attention, as he focuses his action on your clit. It’s like he knows exactly what you need, because he finds the right rhythm immediately, slowly circling your nerves in a way that has you writhing above him. 

He has to hold your thigh to keep you still, the mixed feeling of this intense stimulation and the dull rub of his facial hair could give you whiplash. You’d be so embarrassed to see yourself right now, pathetic moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you fall mercy to the insane building of pressure in your core. It’s like a flame on gasoline, a sudden, scorching need to cum that burns your legs all the way up to your chest. He grunts into your pussy, making you open your eyes for the first time in apparently ages, just to see him stroking his cock, turned on from making you dumb. 

“God, fucking look at you.” He stops his sucking of your clit to speak, leaving you hanging in such a devastating way you want to cry. “It’s very hard not to give this cunt what it fucking wants.” The sharp words have your walls clenching, only proving his point. Without warning he stands, still holding your legs open, and taps his cock against your core, the idea of him fucking you seems very real and very scary right now, especially with how big he looks. But you want it, you really fucking want him to do anything to you he wants, just as long as you can cum.  

The precum dripping from his head clings to your slick as he slides his cock down, digging delightfully against your clit before notching at your entrance, sharply glancing at your watery eyes. He’s a man of his word but fucking hell, he wants to feel that tight little hole around him. He grunt as he moves up again, sliding his cock through your folds, grinding it against your bundle of nerves and reigniting the climb to your peak.  

“Come here.” He mutters as he pushes you down slightly on the table, catching your legs and lifting them up to press your thighs together, holding both your ankles in a firm grip. He continues rutting against your cunt, your thighs creating a slick grip for him, almost as good as the real thing. Your too concerned with the rearing of your climax to think about how fucking lewd this is, this older man thrusting against your pussy and you’re enjoying it, it’s maddening. But you don’t really care, not when your walls flicker with waves of pleasure, squeezing around nothing as your legs begin to shake. You cum hard enough to lose your power of speech, instantly overstimulated by the continued pressure on your clit. 

When you cum he loses it, your wet heat and desperate hands grabbing what parts of him you can reach, needy for him, is intoxicating. You feel him move your legs apart again, letting them fall to his sides, taking hold of his dick and stroking it til he finishes. A gasp leaves your lips at the filthy sensation of his cum coating your pussy and lower abdomen, you can hardly believe it’s real and not the end scene of a dirty video. 

“God.” He groans, taping his cockhead against your pussy just to make you flinch. You just whine in response half in the odd sense of calm after tumbling over your peak, but half in self pity for the stickiness between your legs. You watch as he fixes himself, very aware that you're still slumped on the table but unwilling to move. 

“Come on.” William says through a smirk, you look a right state and he prides himself on his good work. “You'll have to get cleaned up.” He takes your arm and pulls you forward 'til you land on your feet, now very aware that your bra is clinging on for dear life and the rest of your clothes are in a heap on the floor. 

“I'll just grab my-” You start, indicating towards the pile, but he cuts you off. 

“You're in no rush, shower first. Worry about that later.” You probably would have protested but he guides you forward, turning a corner and entering a bathroom. 

“Thank you.” You say a little uncertainly. Yes, it's nice of him to show you where things are and let you get sorted before turfing you out; yet something about the glint in his eyes screams ulterior motive. He leaves you to it, all sorted with a towel, and disappears to make sure your panties end up in his pocket where they belong. 

Pt.4

[futurecorps3]

I'm just saying, if you did James Babe Potter with a busty reader, you should do one with a big ass one... Just because the one with the busty one was GREAT. I read it and re-read it, and I thank the anon who asked for it and I thank you for writing it!

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!!

See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3

I'm a James is a tits and thighs man truther but imma write this for the sake of you all thick girlies <3 I was dammed with big tits no ass so consider this piece of fiction MERE FANTASY for me but a reality for some lucky others. Tysm nonnie!<3

-Always touching it.

-Uses it as a pillow so often it's actually quite impressive

-Like he keeps finding positions in which he can be close to your bum when you guys cuddle or sit in the common room with the boys

-HE SOOO SLAPS IT WHEN HE WALKS UP TO YOU

-"JAMES!" you exclaim, startled but not surprised "You know I can't help m'self, darling" he mumbles, pecking and rubbing his nose on your neck lovingly

-At first, the boys were a tiny bit uncomfortable about it but it became such a common occurrence they just got used to it

-He stops if it makes you uncomfortable thoooooo

-oh god he puts his hand in your back pocket when you're walking together :(

-Ogling.

-Ngl he sometimes falls behind when you're walking in a group on purpose and just stares

-IT LOOKS SO GREAT IN YOUR HOUSE'S SKIRTS!!!

-AND IN YOUR JEANS!!!

-AND IN EVERYTHING YOU WEAR SO PLEASE SIT ON HIS FACE!!!

-He buries his pretty face in it too<3

-I've always thought he loves long hugs, like you know when you're casually talking to someone else and not paying your undivided attention to the person you're hugging WHILE you're still hugging that someone? Does that make sense?

-Yeah he's grabbing your ass while hugging you like that

-Makes grabby hands and whines when you're standing with your back to him so he can touch it.

-"Baaaaaaaaaby :(" he turns into a child until you lean into his hands or sit on his lap it's so cute

-CONSTANTLY WANTS YOU TO SIT ON HIS LAP JESUS CHRIST YES

-Your friends know there's almost a 99% chance you're sitting on his lap when you're together

-Sirius and Remus constantly mumbling shit like "that lucky bastard" all moody n shit <3

-Don't get me wrong!! They're super respectful of you guys' relationship and would never say or do anything creepy

-They're just jealous and honestly, can we blame them?

-HE BITES IT IN A PLAYFUL SILLY LITTLE WAY WHEN YOURE CUDDLING<3333

-So basically yeah he’s smitten about it

-Can’t physically go a day without touching/patting/caressing your ass <3

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:You find yourself in a bit of a tight spot...

Masterlist

CH-13: A small problem arises

Charlie's scream brought Vaggie and Pentious in the room as they stood there agape as well.

'What's with all the ruckus around here?' Alastor said as he stepped inside the cabin again for the second time. 'Niffty's human again!' Pentious answered from your door looking back at Alastor.

Alastor quickly peeked into the room over Vaggie's shoulder.

Indeed there was Niffty, who now had much more humane appearance being held by you. She had short light brown hair with red hues which were all damp and wet. On top of her milkish white skin was a pair of light yellow eyes blinking at you, not knowing what just happened while holding onto your shoulder.

She also had her old maid uniform on. But there was a tiny hole behind her dress where a small dog tail was poking out and she had a pair of dog ears as well. Despite her small frame, she was still an adult. But you kept holding her up like she weighted nothing.

After your eyes adjusted finally you slowly opened your eyes. "Niffty..?" You choked out. You were surprised to find yourself holding onto a human, well almost a human girl instead of the cute puppy of a few seconds ago.

"Oh my god Niffty you became human too!" Charlie sequeled as she ran over to you both. As she was talking about Niffty's new look to her you felt water droplets fall on your chest. Looking down you realised you may have been holding Niffty for quite a while and water from her hair was falling on you. You decided to put her down as others came to examine Niffty's new form.

"Niffty you have dog ears! How cute!" Charlie squealed as she leaned down to her level. Alastor came close to Niffty, taking in her new form.

'Niffty, dear, tell me exactly what you were doing before you turned into this. Spare no details' Alastor quickly inquired as soon as he stepped inside the room.

"Let the girl breathe Alastor. She just turned human, let her get used to her form first" Vaggie stepped in front of her.

"Niffty you feel any different?" You asked crouching down to her height.

"No I don't think so? But I can clean properly now! There are some spots I couldn't reach as a dog. I'm coming for those now!" She ended with a creepy laugh as she sprinted to finally clean with proper stuffs.

You nervously laughed looking at her. "At least she's making the best of her form" you stood up.

'Sooo, Charlie ...' Angel began to speak .

'As of so far about turning into human, the timing is from when you come here right?'

"Seems like it for now yeah! Why?" Charlie asked turning to face the spider. Meanwhile you grabbed a new loose t-shirt and shorts and went to take a quick shower in the bathroom.

'That means I'm next right? Haha,fuck yeah! Can't wait to finally get out of this shitty spider body!' Angel said celebrating by himself.

'Hold on that means I'm last! Fucking great..' Cherri looked the exact opposite of Angel dust.

'Heh don't worry toots, I'll personally carry you around when I become human again.'

'oh fuck off'

When you came out of the shower, you were faced with Niffty literally zooming from place to place with a duster and big ass needle, that gods knows where she found from, cleaning your place up. You could appreciate her enthusiasm. At least you don't have to worry about cleaning your cabin any longer.

"Hey (Y/n), could we borrow some of your clothes?" Vaggie asked standing beside you. "Me and Charlie wanted to take a shower if you don't mind but we don't really have other cloths..."

"Oh yes please go ahead!" You quickly reassured her. "Choose whichever you'd like, please. Most of my clothes are kinda oversized since they're most comfortable to wear. But I have some tight fitted ones of my own size too. You should be able to find the ones that fit you "

"Thank you, we'll go pick some out then" Vaggie smiled at you as she went to fetch Charlie and get the cloths. You went outside at your balcony as you sipped on

some coffee and scrolled through twitter.

"They're gonna sell trading cards now?" You were wide eyed looking at the video that the Hazbin hotel twitter account just posted. "There's keychains and literal key too!! Ahhh I want it! I want it so bad!"

But your wallet was practically crying. If you were to buy those right now, it might be hard to even last the week. Especially since there are three new people in the house. Your next paycheck should come after this week was over.

There was another thing to consider, if all of the cast turned human, you might not have enough money to feed all of them. Something needs to be done so at least you all don't starve. So it was a bit of a problem.

You headed back inside so you could call for a meeting. You found Charlie and Vaggie drying their hair in your room. Vaggie wore a oversized hoodie of yours with shorts and Charlie wore one of your dresses. Your heart practically swooned at the sight of them wearing your cloths. Was this the reason people in relationship steal each others cloths so much?

You explained the situation to Vaggie who quickly gathered the other animals and Niffty. You sat on your bed and explained your concerns. Vaggie volunteered to translate for the animals.

"We really need to find a way to make more money. My salary might be enough to somehow feed three to four people at best. But not about eight of you"

'What if we attacked drunks and perverts in the streets and took their money? We would be keeping the streets clean AND get the money we need' Alastor suggested.

"Are you fucking nuts? No way we're doing that!" Vaggie screamed.

"Wait what did he say?" You asked confused looking at both of them.

"Oh he said if we could kill people and take their money" Niffty answered for you while swinging her feet from the bed.

"What the- noo!" This time you screamed looking at Alastor. "Can you not about think anything except hurting others?"

'You are the one who asked us for our suggestion'

'What if you guys become stripper's instead? It pays good money~'

"I don't think I'd be comfortable with that Angel..." Charlie nervously laughed.

After a lot more talking and presenting ideas and erasing them, Pentious finally spoke up.

'What if Charlie and Vaggie gets a job here?'

Vaggie translated it for you. "Job huh..that might be the best but where could you guys work around here without any papers.." you mumbled by yourself. "Not to mention Charlie's horns and Vaggie's antenna's on the head."

"Oh oh I could make something at home with my sewing if you'd like! Then we can go sell it!" Niffty chipped in.

'And I could create new gadgetsss when I become human! No doubt people will go crazy with the inventionss made by the great Sir Pentiousss!'

You smiled after you heard Niffty and Vaggie translated Pentious's words. "Yes that could work as well. Nice thinking both of you"

"As for the rest of you, we'll decide once you become human. For now we'll focus on getting Charlie or Vaggie to work so the load lessens a bit.  Though it'll be hard finding a place that doesn't require any paperworks or something.."

You scratched your chin, deep in thought. Suddenly you remembered about a certain someone.

"I think I know just who to call for a little help to get through. But I really would rather not call her without an emergency." You sighed.

"Oh who is it (Y/n)?" Charlie asked with curiosity.

"My cousin, Melody." You said looking at the phone. "It's been some time since I last talked with her." You said sadly.

'Do you have an issue going on that girl or something?' Husk asked from the chair he was sitting and Niffty translated it for you.

"No no, not at all. It's the opposite in fact. I see her as my little sister and we basically grew up together "

"Then what's the matter?" Vaggie was confused with you answer. "Why didn't you call her all this time?"

"Her parents hate me. So I try not to call her as much so she doesn't get in any trouble. But I think a call is long overdue by now" you dialed up the number and exhaled trying to prepare yourself. "I'll be right back after the call" You said while moving out to the balcony and calling her.

'Why would anyone hate someone so sssweet as her?' Pentious said as he looked at all of them.

"I know right? She has been taking care of us all these time and she's practically an angel!" Charlie exclaimed.

'Now now Charlie, don't go jumping to conclusions just yet. We haven't seen all of her. Who knows what she's hiding in her past.' Alastor said with a grin. 'There must be some reason for this'

'Even though I hate to admit it, this fucker might be right. Don't get all high horse about her now. We barely know her properly.' Husk looked away and lied down on the chair and curled up facing away from everyone.

"Let's not all get hasty. We should wait for her to come back and hear from her what happened" Vaggie tried to stay neutral about all these as she looked in the direction of the balcony.

Melody didn't pick up the first call. But she picked the second. With your heart pounding you asked softly first like you always do.

"Hey is this a good time?"

This was to ensure your aunt, uncle or her dreaded brother weren't nearby to stir up trouble for Melody. You smiled when she said yes in a overjoyed tone.

"Yes it is! Skylar got in trouble for drinking last night and mom and dad's letting him have it. They won't be here for some time. And why haven't you called all this time?? I missed you!"

You smiled gently hearing she still misses you. And it looked like her brother was being a pain in the ass as usual.

"Isn't that guy like 15 or something? Anyway, I'm sorry for not calling you Mel, I was afraid of getting you in trouble.. "

"Girl stop worrying about me! I'll handle them one way or another. But I suppose you had a reason for calling me now hm?"

You felt guilt travelling through your entire body to reconsider your decision to ask her for help.

"Yes I actually did..but let me hear about how your life's been so far! Tell me all the gossips!"

"Hm,sure then. There was this guy...."

Melody talked about a guy she has a crush on, how her parents are overpressuring her with their expectations to a new shitty series she just started watching. You both laughed and joked just like old times. It was almost enough to make you forget about the whole deal.

"And the story's so fucking boring too like god you won't believe! Bitch at least have interesting characters! Oh and anyways what was the thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I was hoping you could lend me some money... I'm kinda in a tight spot recently after I bought the new cabin. I'll repay you don't worry -" you got cut off from her answering.

"Shut up, not a another word from you! Take as much as you need and don't worry about paying!"

"But-"

"No buts!" Melody's voice became a bit softer. "You never really ask me for anything. You're always the one helping me out since we were little. Let me have this at least (Y/n)"

"Alright...and who says you don't do anything?" You said with small smile creeping on your face.

After a bit more talking you told her a decent amount of money that you needed in case of emergency. You made sure to not ask more then you might need. After a few seconds of cutting the call, you got a notification saying the money has been transferred.

You went back inside with a smile on your face. "I got the money guys! We don't need to worry about starving for now." You happily announced at the lot.

"That's great to hear! Also (Y/n) some of us was a little curious about what you said before, of your aunt's and uncle not liking you.." Charlie said looking at Alastor and Husk especially.

"Oh yeah about that......" You sighed. You were unsure on how to present the story to them.

"So when I was six.."

A.N: This was a rather mild chap but it needed to be done to get rid of some questions people might have in future.

Also I'm making their human apparences based on their ethnicity and fanart I find online and add my own little twist there. So everything might not be entirely accurate.

Which show you guys think Melody was watching? 🤔🤔

Tagging: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150

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TMayNT Day 13: Best Don

Day 13 of @tmaynt Prompt: Best Don!

Oh my sweet, how I've waited for this day! It should probably come as no surprise to anyone who fallows me or anyone who saw my Day 1 entry that Donnie is my favorite turtle! Hands down, no contest!

But here comes the hard part. Choosing my favorite! Gunna be honest, it's a very hard decision. Each Donnie has a quality to them that I just adore! Intelligence! I don't like to think of myself as that smart, at least not in the way Donnie is! And I love me some soft nerdy types! And when it comes to personality, it gets even harder to pick, because literally ALL of them are just precious.

87 is smart but a bit of a dork! 2003 is...goals. Sweet, kind, has a tiny bit of spice to him, and still has the skills to pay the bills! 2007, while not having much screen time, is a reliable man.

IDW, tbh, I've yet to read the comics in full, but from what I can see, he seems a lot like a mix of both 2003, 2007, and 87 Don. As in, while he's a little more softspoken then the others, he can still hold his own in a fight! And despite having been through some clearly otherworldly shit, he's a skeptic when it comes to magic. But I love the way they wrote him! (And his death scene still makes me cry! And seeing him still deal with pain from that incident is just *Chef's kiss*!)

2012....well...I don't have much to say about him. Frankly he's my least favorite out of the bunch, and all because the writers really wanted to play fanfic writer and they leaned whyyyyy too hard into the nerd stereotype. Resulting in making him borderline creepy to April. (Not that she's perfect either because goddess on a stick I'm not getting into that today.) The one thing I'll give him is that his sarcasm in this one made his very funny to hear in banter, and I apricate that they were trying to do more then just change the skin colors to make the boys stand out from one another. (But guys...really....the gap in the teeth was just not necessary..)

The Bayverse Donnie was one that had to grow on me a little, cause I'm part of the crowed that thought they looked a bit rough. But I agree that that's kinda the point, they're mutants. They more then likely would be a little rough looking irl. But after aa bit, he does start looking pretty cute anyway! And his voice is on par with 2003, in that he just sounds so sweet! I wanna hug him! (PLUS, THE FUCKER IS 6'8"! I'M 5'3"! And I do have a weakness for taller dudes. Bonus if they wear glasses! :3)

Now, for Rise. I was once part of the Cowaboomer crowed that thought that since RISE was so different from the other versions, it was there for ruined. I've since watched it, and the movie, and if anything, I've proven that I no longer think this way! RISE Donnie tho...he had to grow on me. At first I really didn't like him. His personality was such a stark contrast from all the other versions that it was almost like he was a whole new character! And with the art style of RISE being so different, his design was quite a jolt too. (The eyebrows are...a choice.) But after a while, that smug fucking smile had me feeling a type of way. The way he'd make me laugh was starting to become infectious! And the next thing I knew, I fell for this version too! Pretty hard I might say. And while 2003 Donnie is the sweetest bean to ever grace my screen, RISE became the living definition of the meme "I'm a luxury few can afford!"! And I love him!

After that, we had the batman cross over that brought us another Donnie! Once that I'm happy didn't lean too heavy on the other versions. He looked a little like 2012, but was like a gentle mix or 2003 and Bayverse! He also got a lot more lines and personality in that movie! (As well as a broken arm! RIP)

Then Mutant Mayhem showed up, and oh my god if he isn't the same insufferable anime fan I was when I was a teen! He made me laugh, and was still an adorable little dork!

And then we have Fortnite Donnie, who...i gotta be honest, I don't play Fortnite. So I'm not sure if he or the others get much of a personality or story outside of the same story of the turtles that we all know by now. So i can't judge him based on personality. But...I do like his design. Tho I will continue to say Fortnite had NO RIGHT to make him THAT damn fine!

In the end, I love all Donnies! Some more then others, but they all mean something to me! And it was hard to choose! but in the end, I chose the two that had the most influence on me!

[hrts4wonu]

minghaos who takes his time when drawing any portrait of you, making sure to get every detail of your beauty

a/n: oh my god jasmine??? i just started reading your fanfics last night and let me tell you, i was so damn obsessed; i'm not sure if this is a hard thought or anything but i did try to make it smut (with a little bit of fluff and comfort)

wc: 1.7k

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today was like any other day. well, not technically. today was your boyfriend's project's due date. he was supposed to draw a portrait of the person that means a lot to him; though he first thought of his very own mother, he remembered the first few words you said when you met him.

(flashback)

those few sweet words that came out of your mouth like it was nothing; "i love your artstyle, maybe you should draw your future girlfriend, yeah?" you chuckle as he turned to look at you. "pardon?" he says, a little confused.

"i'm talking about me, hao." he laughs at your straightforwardness and displays a warm smile at you while he remains seated.

you laugh along comfortably, sitting next to him while staring at the canvas that was filled with colorful strokes of red, orange, yellow, blue and pink. "you assume too much, don't y'think?" he teased as he cups your cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ear. "well, you never know, do you?" both of you chuckle together before he picks up his paintbrush and finishes his artwork.

(end of flashback)

that was long ago, yet, the memory itself never fails to melt his heart. though, he couldn't deny; he has drew you before. a couple of times actually.

the problem was, all of them just seemed bad to him. he doodled and sketched your face everyday in class; thinking that everytime he drew you with a different pen or pencil, his sketches get more terrible each day. (and yet he still managed to get good grades even though he doesn't pay attention in class because he's always drawing you)

and so, he never showed you, until you found his sketchbook in his room on your 5th monthsary. he was pretty embarrassed about it, but your praises on his drawings were enough to boost his ego and confidence.

while he quietly sits down on his chair, staring into his computer, he slowly turns to look at you with a nervous smile on his face.

"darling," he starts off, standing up and approaching you on the bed. you hum in response, dropping your phone and looking back at him. "do you want to become my reference? it's for an art project."

you nod, changing your position on the bed. "what do you need me to wear? a dress, or--"

"need you nude, baby." the temptation from his voice was enough to electrify something inside of you; feeling a bit flustered from what he said. "..if you're comfortable with it, of course. i wouldn't want to make myself look like i'm into creepy things like this, yeah?" he adds. "if you really don't wanna, it's fi--"

"mm." you shook your head no. "it's fine," though it seemed aberrant to minghao (because of how much of a gentleman he is), the longing ache in you was basically killing you.

a few minutes later, you slowly got out of the bathroom with a robe on. you were nervous of him judging you, the way your body was built, your skin tone, or maybe that was just your neediness that's getting to you.

he puts on a smile and gives you a warm hug, "take it off when you're ready, hm?" minghao whispers in your ear, leaving a small kiss.

you nod, "yeah."

minghao slowly lets go and stands behind his canvas; squeezing out all the paint onto his palette. he quickly grabs his paintbrush and starts speaking up once more, "hey," he sat down on the tiny chair. "there's still time to back out if you're really not into thi--"

"minghao? is there something wrong?" you throw your robe to the side, crossing your arms which squished your tits from below a bit.

he shook his head, "no, not at all." he looks away and focuses back on his canvas.

minghao couldn't help but stare at you for a bit longer, he didn't know what to say or do at all. it's not like there is a problem- it's that you're there, with no clothes on, and you're on full display.

but besides that, you're gorgeous.

absolutely admirable and so, so, so, so, so beautiful. to him and only him. maybe even to the whole world.

countless hours pass by and minghao was finally done with his work, "baby?" he stands up and dusts his hands off.

"did you fall aslee- oh." you quietly let out muffled moans as you try fingering yourself on the sofa; if only you could see the greed and devotion in his eyes while he painted your figure, he would've dropped his paintbrushes to the floor and take care of you already.

the sweet smile on his face disappears and instead turns into a wicked yet sinister smirk.

minghao cups your cheeks. "let me help you baby, yeah?" he coos, crouching down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before falling onto his knees.

"p-please.." you beg, withdrawing your hand from your pussy but before you could wipe it on the couch, minghao grabs it and slides it in his mouth, licking your small digits that were unlike his long, veiny hands. "hao.." you whine at the sight.

"what is it, pretty girl?" he places his hands on both of your thighs, spreading them apart. "need me?"

you nod. "i've been longing, hao."

he starts kissing your inner thighs; wet lips enough to get you even wetter than you were 10 seconds ago. though your legs were now resting on his shoulder, he still had a firm grasp on them. his nails dug onto your skin, leaving temporary crescent-shaped nail marks onto them.

"so have i, darling." he replies, leaning in towards your pussy, his nose bumping with your clit.

you whine when you feel the pleasure; it's overwhelming, yes, but it feels so good that you can't even utter a single word. not even a single one, the only thing you can let out is a moan.

he licks your pussy's lips and starts eating you out, the sweet taste not leaving his tongue. "f..fuck, hao,"

"mind your language or i'm gonna leave you aching on this sofa, y/n." he threatens and you slightly look away in embarrassment when you saw his bloodthirsty eyes darken in lust. "you wouldn't want that, would you?" he leans back, away from you as the wind's cold breeze comes in contact with your skin.

you shook your head no gently, replying to his question. "well, it's not like you could ever leave me hanging like that, hao." you tease.

he scoffs; "there's always a first time for everything, sweetheart. you should know that." he stood up and quickly switches your position in missionary, pinning you down on the sofa and pressing your legs against your chest and his.

"but, hey." you look at him in confusion as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. it was long and veiny, t'was so outstanding and beautiful. something so out of this world. "contrary to what mingyu said before," he breathes, fixing his position on top of you as he leans close enough to your ear. "most of the greatest works of art don't know how great they are not because they're unreal, instead, it's because they don't see the talent in the artist's eyes that were enough to make the painting as appealing as it already is." his hot breath against your ear makes you tremble, "you're just like an artwork, you know?" he teases.

"really?" he nods. "you think so?" your cute puppy eyes, begging and pleading for his angry, red tip was enough to send him to the edge but as punishment, he will make you wait longer.

after a few more minutes of teasing, he finally gives in and thrusts inside of you.

you moan loudly, holding onto his body, yet it seemed so unfair because you were basically naked and he still had his shirt on. "mm.." he looks at you, stopping his thrusting as he felt a little confused.

"what is it, hm?" you slowly tug at his shirt and he finally gets it. "ah, i see." he smirks and takes his shirt off.

he goes back to thrusting inside of you and you let out another moan, "m-mmh!"; he grunts as he thrusts even harder, not stopping for even a breath.

you squirm, putting your hand over your mouth to keep your mouth shut yet you can't help yourself but moan even louder. he notices this and he stops for a moment, leaving you hanging which made you ache for more (though it's not like he could pull out because your pussy was basically sucking him back in), grabbing your hand pinning them over your head as he fucks into you.

"h..hao!" you moan loudly as you felt him hitting that 'sweet spot' inside of you. "hao.." you breathe, starting to pant as your legs start trembling. "i-.. i'm so close.." you whine continuously as his hand lets go of your wrists, traveling down to your nipples.

he rubs them gently, leaning in and licking them clean. minghao does the same for the other breast making you moan and yearn for more;

"i..i'm gonna cum, please.." you beg.

"please what, baby?" he smirks, pulling his lips away from your lips and staring into your doe eyes. "tell me," he starts. "tell me what you need, i'll give you everything. every single thing just for you, my lovely, pretty girl."

you look at him with desire and thirst. "need to cum, please.."

everything was testing him; no, no, no.. that's not the right word, is it? let's try that again-- everything was arousing him. it felt like you were tormenting eachother using their own bodies. everything was so tempting to him, he couldn't help but give in; "cum for me, princess," he says with a smirk on his face. "do it, make me proud, okay?"

it wasn't that long until you reach your climax and you came on his cock. he helps you ride your orgasm until he reaches his, planting his seed inside of you.

the both of you catch your breathes together before he pulls out of you and places a warm, loving kiss on your temple; "come on, let's clean you up, hm?" despite being exhausted, you shot him a smile and he stood up, carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. "mhm.." you manage to say, still trying to catch your breath from what had just happened.

"hao, i love you." you say, with a smile on your face as you return his kiss back, instead, this time it was on his lips. "i love you too, baby."

a/n 2: sorry this took so long,, i had work and i was slightly busy.. but anyways, i'm FINALLY done! it didn't turn out how i expected it to be yet i still think it's a little better than what i usually write. besides that, i'm really, really glad to make a minghao fanfic so please ask / request for more <3

[tyrian-witch]

In This World of My Own | Chapter Three: One New Message

(Steve Harrington x Latina!Reader)

Yay! New chapter! Finally, it took me so long (aka a month long) but here it is! A little anxious about my writing still, as well as writing Steve’s character, but overall I’m putting myself out there, along with my work. Anyhow, enjoy! Also, fun fact: one of the scenes with Ozart is kind of what gave me some inspiration for this chapter. (My cat Biscuit is the inspiration in question. In other words, this actually happened, minus a speeding car… that’s all I will say.)

Warnings: some swearing (reader mostly swears lol), a tiny mention of blood (it’s just a scratch, really) some overthinking on reader’s end. Also, she's low-key high-key socially awkward. That’s pretty much it :}

Word count: don’t know, don’t really care 🤷🏻

masterlist • previous part

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No work on Saturday meant you had no reason to get up early. You saw your mom briefly this morning before she left to run errands for the day, leaving you home alone with Ozart. You ended up watching Halloween last night when you made it home, and to wash away the creepiness of the film, you now sat with a bowl of cereal in your hands while watching Saturday morning cartoons. Your mind wanders back to the night before, giving Steve your number replays over and over.

Should I have done that? you ask yourself. Probably wasn’t a good idea, he should have given me his number instead. If he wanted to, he would have.

You cringe at the thought, putting your head in your hands.

“Ugh, god why did I do that!?” you groan.

Ozart steps into your lap, nuzzling his little face against your arms.

You give him a little kiss and scratch his head, making him purr. “Hey buddy.”

Eating your cereal, you continue watching whatever cartoon is playing, occasionally petting Ozart, who now is asleep in your lap. You enjoy moments like these, with hardly anything able to disrupt it.

After 20 minutes of just sitting there with numb legs, you decide to take a stretch.

“Hey, let’s take you outside for a bit,” you say sweetly. He makes a little sound in response. “Yeah? Let’s go.”

~~~

With Ozart in his red harness, you stood outside on your front lawn, leaving the front door semi-open. He stays close to you. He’s a bit skittish, so you take baby steps with him, slowly walking on the grass. He sniffs it, investigating every bit of earth surrounding him.

Another cloudy autumn day dawned over Hawkins, and this time it was just a bit chillier than it had been lately.

Ozart continues with his inspection as you stand patiently, watching him. You wrap your house coat impossibly tighter around you, feeling the cold sinking in.

“H-hey, we should go back inside soon, bud,” you say through chattering teeth.

He looks up at you with beady eyes and meows, throwing himself on the ground, exposing his tummy.

“Cutie pie. C’mon, we should go.”

In the near distance, you hear the roaring sound of a car engine. Instantly, you reach to pick the cat up, holding him close to you; you can see the alertness set in his eyes, ears back.

“It’s okay,” you coo. “We’re going in.”

At that moment, the car speeds down the street, the booming sound of the engine causing Ozart to attempt to free himself from your hold.

“Nonono- ah, shit!” You hiss, dropping him as he makes a beeline for the open door. You look at the palm of your hand, a pained, wheezing groan leaving your lips. He’s left a scratch on your left hand, starting from the inner side of your thumb, down to the middle bottom section of your palm, a curved line that was now starting to bleed. “Fuckin’ assholes, speeding’ all over the damn place.”

~~~

After tending to your wound and bandaging it up with gauze, you lay on your side, under your cozy duvet to warm up, staring at the telephone on your nightstand - Ozart lays at the foot of your bed asleep It was 12:03 pm, and your mind wandered back once again to yesterday.

Maybe he’s working today and I could see- no, just- just don’t do that. I could call- no, I don’t even have his number, idiot. What the hell am I thinking?

"Screw it, I need'a clear my head," you mumble to yourself. "Be back soon, bud."

~~~

Meanwhile…

“She gave you her number and you didn’t think to give her yours??” It was Robin’s voice, and she could not believe her ears.

“Well- yeah, I wasn’t expecting it!” Steve was pacing in his room while he held the receiver in one hand and the telephone in the other. “I guess I didn’t know what to say, it’s like my whole mojo just- disappeared-”

“Well call her, you moron!”

“What if she doesn’t pick up?” he asks, uncertain.

“If she doesn’t, just try again later or something. She seems really nice. You have a chance, I can feel it, just don’t blow it!” his friend encourages on the other end of the line. “Besides, how will you know if you don’t try?”

“Okay, fair enough. Lemme call you back.”

~~~

The phone rings in your room, but the only one there is Ozart, still asleep in your bed.

~~~

“Hey, this is Y/n. You know what to do.” Beep!

Steve stood very still in his room, the only audible thing was his breathing. “Uh… oh! Hi! This is Steve- from-from- from yesterday, from Family Video- or- the cafe-” he stammers.

Get it together, man.

“You gave me your number. Uh… anyways I wanted to call you but I didn’t know if you’d answer. If you’re not busy sometime, my offer still stands if you wanted to hang out. Uh, whenever you’re free! Or- yeah.”

He cringes at his own words. “Bye!” He hangs up.

Sighing, he dials Robin’s number again.

In no time, she’s picking up.

“So, did she answer?” Her voice is eager on the other end.

“No,” he sighs.

“Well, damn. She might be busy, ya never know.”

~~~

Bike rides were your way of clearing your mind, with the additional help of music, but today you couldn’t properly focus with the sound of Queen playing over your speakers.

So instead, you rode in silence, small backpack in the basket of your bike, with a sketchbook and pencil case inside.

You exhale softly, closing your eyes as you breathe in the cool autumn air.

“See,” you say to yourself, “this is why I don’t bother with people. This is exactly why.”

You were coming up on Main Street now, your eye on a little bakery up past the grocery store. You figure you’ll check it out, maybe stop for a bite to eat. Maybe it will ease your mind a bit, stop you from cringing at yesterday’s interaction.

~~~

“I’ll take a small chilli and a brioche bun to go, please.”

You stood at the till and ordered your choice of food, the lady at the front nodding and confirming your order.

“Here’s your number,” she says, handing you the small receipt.

Mumbling a ‘thanks,’ you take it and wait patiently, looking around the store. You notice how colourful the inside is with all the pastries and sweets on display, looking almost unreal, their textures just out of reach. You could buy all of them if you had the money.

Ha, imagine that.

Humming a random tune, your eyes wander out the window, and something catches your eye; a maroon BMW across the street. You had noticed it yesterday in the parking lot of Family Video. You could only assume who the owner of the car is.

Is that… no. No way, no. It’s not. It’s whatever.

Feeling suddenly nervous, you turn back around, just in time as the lady serves you your takeout lunch. Thanking her again, you walk out the bakery a little fast, making a beeline towards your bike, You stick your food in the basket and book it out of Main Street, in the opposite direction of the BMW.

~~~

B.F.P.O

Army dreamers

Mammy’s hero

The sun peeked out, the afternoon sky shining in the slightest; you cruise onto a clear, empty path, with a playground in the far distance. The sounds of Kate Bush fills your ears while the outside noise of tweeting birds roam the air.

Our little army boy

Is coming home from B.F.P.O.

I’ve a bunch of purple flowers

To decorate a mammy’s hero

Mourning in the aerodrome

The weather warm, he is colder

Four men in uniform

To carry home my little soldier

You mumble along, now nearing closer to the park. “What could he do, shoulda been a rockstar.”

But he didn’t have the money for a guitar

“What could he do, shoulda been a politician.”

But he never had a proper education

Parking your bike next to a bench, you hop off, lunch in hand now; you carry on with your mumble-singing. “What he could he do, shoulda been a father.”

But he never even made it to his twenties

What a waste

Army dreamers

Oh, what a waste of

Army dreamers

You let the rest of the song play.

Eating your still warm food, you watch a group of ducks swimming in a little pond about a few feet away from the playground. The scene makes you smile.

Getting up, you decide to take half a piece of your brioche bun and slowly make your way over to where the little duck family is relaxing.

"Hey, little guys," you whisper, slowly breaking off the pieces of bread. "I probably shouldn't do this. You hungry?"

The ducks waddle their way over to you, feathered tails wagging while they quack in interest.

You squat down to their level, leaving breadcrumbs their way. "Have some, don't be shy. I should be okay. Don't think I'll get in trouble... I hope not."

"I won't tell anyone," a voice says from behind.

Startled, you try to quickly turn around to see who said that, but you fall flat on your back, followed by a thump.

"Ow."

"Jesus, are you okay?"

Squinting one eye closed, you look up and the one standing before you is none other than Steve Harrington, holding his hand out now for you to take.

Steve.

"Oh god, uh- y-yeah, I'm good," you mumble.

"Here, lemme help you up," he coaxes.

Taking your right hand, he lifts you up with ease.

"You okay?" he asks a second time, for good measure.

You nod, your shock from before dissipating. “What are you- what are you doing? Here? What are you doing here?” you ask him.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I was, uh- I called you but-”

“Oh, you did?”

“Yeah but I guess you weren’t home and I thought I’d go out for a drive or something-”

“I’m so sorry, I-”

His head shoots up. “No, don’t be it’s okay! I saw you on Main Street, and-”

Your brows furrow at that. “Did you follow me?”

His eyes widen at your insinuation. “Nonono, I didn’t follow you, I swear.”

“You didn’t??”

“No, but I do come around here sometimes,” he admits. “I swear, I would never- I’m not a creepy stalker or anything, I promise.”

“Well… you said it, not me.”

He freezes momentarily.

That’s when you crack a smile. “I’m kidding. You’re good.”

He runs a hand through his hair and laughs. “Okay, whew! You scared me for a second.”

“You scared me!”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Now he’s smiling sheepishly.

“You’re forgiven,” you tell him with a shrug. You leave the rest of the bread for the ducks and make your way back to where you were sitting before. Steve doesn’t miss a beat and catches up with you.

“So, what are you doing here?” he says.

“Uh, well I didn’t know what to do today, I guess. I figured a little field trip to the park would be a good idea, y’know? Have a bite to eat, somethin’ like that.” You’re sitting down again, scooping bites of your semi-warm chilli. The boy doesn’t hesitate to sit next to you.

He looks at your left hand where the gauze wrap is - concern crossing his features as he points it out. “What happened here?”

“Oh, this?” your mouth is full of food. You put a hand to your mouth so you can finish chewing. As you’re swallowing, you’re waving a hand before talking again. “This is nothing, don’t worry.”

“You sure about that?” he raises a brow.

“Yeah no, it was just my cat,” you tell him nonchalantly.

“You have a cat??”

Boy, he sure asks a lotta questions.

“Yes, I have a cat. Wanna see? Here.” You fish through your backpack until you pick out your wallet. “This,” you say, taking out some Polaroid pictures, “is Ozart!”

He carefully takes the small collection of pictures from your hands and looks through each of them. One was a picture of Ozart sleeping, another one of him laying on his back with his back paws curled, and another of him looking like a loaf of bread. “Oh! Oh, he’s so cute!”

“I know right! He’s my little baby.” Beaming, you resume finishing your lunch.

“What did he do to hurt you?” he asks as he hands back the pictures to you.

Your brows pinch together while you chew. “Some asshole sped down the street while we were outside and I was carrying him. Poor thing got so scared.”

“Oh, well that’s a total dick move,” his tone was disapproving, showing he agreed with your sentiment. How could he not?

“Anyways it’s fine. Shit like that happens all the time,” you tell him matter-of-factly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“What, having assholes speed down the street?”

“No, getting scratched by Ozart.”

“That’s not normal, is it?”

“For me it is, look.” You roll up your sleeves and display your faded scars from your cat, showing them off like prized trophies. “This is fine.”

“Uh- wow,” his face says it all, looking shocked. “That is so not normal.”

“Eh, for me it is. Only if you have a cat, then you’ll know. I wear these scars proudly,” you say triumphantly.

“I- ok, that’s-” he shakes his head in disbelief, “Jesus, okay.”

You squint your eyes at him. “What, you don’t like cats?”

“No- no, I do!” he defends quickly. “I’ve never had one before.”

“Damn. That’s too bad. Maybe you can meet Ozart one day.” You smile.

He sighs in relief when he sees your expression, and smiles back. “Yeah? That’d be cool.”

“Cool!”

The two of you stayed there for a little while, asking each other questions and getting to know each other. You asked him about what Hawkins was like, about the rumours you had heard about it being “cursed,” and him saying something about how “it has its history”. In return, he asked about where you used to live. You tell him you and your mom moved from Detroit.

“My mom is from (insert Latin American country) but I was born there.”

“Ohh, so you’re… Hispanic? You speak Spanish?”

“Of course, yeah.”

Then he decides press with another question:

“What do you think about Hawkins?"

You think about your answer for a moment before shrugging. "This place seems… chill for the most part.”

He chuckles at that. “Chill. Yeah, totally chill.”

You smile. "Yeah, I mean it's okay. The kids at school tend to stare a lot, though which is kind of annoying?"

Steve frowns when you say that. "Why, have they been giving you any trouble?"

"Oh! No, no, nothing like that. I guess the only do it cause I’m new, which, admittedly is a bit uncomfortable. It’s whatever.”

“Well, if anyone does bother you, just let me know.” His words are full of certainty when he says it. It invites you to trust him a little.

You duck your head to hide your bashfulness before looking back up to meet his eyes. “All right then, I guess I will.”

“Cool.” He smiles kindly at you.

After few minutes of sitting in silence and watching the ducks waddle around the pond, you speak up again. “I should probably head home soon. I don’t want Ozart to get all worried.”

Steve lets out an amused laugh.“Hey, uh before you leave,” he says, reaching into the pocket of his jacket, “lemme give you this.” He hands you a slip of paper with his number on it.

Your eyes light up a bit, a blush creeping on your face. “Oh! Uh- cool. Cool cool,” you try to act nonchalant. “Thanks. Maybe I’ll give you a call.”

“Yeah, you should,” he’s almost teasing you.

“Again, sorry I missed your call.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He’s genuine when he says it. “See you around, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you tell him. “See ya.”

As you’re taking your leave, you turn around to send him a wave goodbye and he smiles, doing a call motion. He’s telling you ‘call me.’ You roll your eyes playfully, smiling back at him and then you’re gone again on your bike.

~~~

“I’m getting back into it I think,” Steve says to Robin later when he’s organizing the newly released films. It’s 3 pm when the afternoon starts to dull the sky, all grey and cloudy.

“I’m not following,” she admits.

“Y/n, I saw her today!”

“Ooh! You did?”

“Yeah, it’s funny cause you were right - she was busy, and I saw her at the park where the duck pond is and-”

“You didn’t stalk her, did you?” Robin laughs.

He scoffs at her accusation and glares. “No. Funny enough she said the same thing. But anyways! I gave her my number this time and get this: she took it, and she didn’t like- act weird about it.”

“You’re finally taking my advice and not throwing yourself at the ladies like an idiot,” she beams playfully. “You’re not being weird.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Buckley.”

“Any time dingus!”

~~~

The rest of your day had ended up being busy when your mom came home and announced that a grocery shopping spree was much needed, and so was your help.

So your chill Saturday turned into a busy one; now it’s 9 pm and you check the telephone on your nightstand.

“You have one new message,” says the voice of a robotic woman, followed by a ‘beep!’ That’s when you hear his voice.

“Uh… oh! Hi! This is Steve- from-from- from yesterday, from Family Video- or- the cafe-”

You chuckle when he stutters over his words. You think it’s kind of funny… and- cute?

“You gave me your number. Uh… anyways I wanted to call you but I didn’t know if you’d answer. If you’re not busy sometime, my offer still stands if you wanted to hang out. Uh, whenever you’re free! Or- yeah. Bye!”

“Poor guy sounded so nervous,” you say to yourself, dialling his number into the machine now. You stay where you’re sitting on your bed, listening to the receiver ring once, twice, three times. It goes to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s Steve, leave a message.” Beep!

You sit in silence for a moment when you realize you’re meant to talk. “Oh! Hey, it’s me. I finally listened to your message, and now I can actually call you, except now you’re busy,” you say through a soft laugh. “Uh, today was unexpected but also pretty neat. I am free any day, except Wednesday and Thursday but other than that, I’m good. And yes, I accept your offer, Steve. I’d love to hang out with you-” you pause. Love? Okay, just pump the breaks, chill out.

“Anyhow, yeah just gimme a call and I’ll be sure to answer this time,” you say quickly. “Talk later,” and then you hang up.

You fall back onto your bed and look up at the ceiling. “Why am I so weird?”

Fidgeting with a rubber ball in your hand, you toss it up at the ceiling and catch it a few times, doing so out of boredom. After a few minutes, you stop.

Blowing raspberries, you turn over to see Ozart grooming himself. “Hey buddy,” you scratch his little head. As you’re gently petting him, the blaring sound of the phone ringing jolts you out of your peaceful absentmindedness. You reach for the receiver and answer. “Hello?”

You hear shuffling on the other end before someone speaks. “Oh! Hey Y/n!”

You recognize his voice. “Oh! Steve, hi! I thought you’d be… busy?” you say, almost uncertain.

“Uh, yeah no I just got home from work, actually,” he says.

“Ohh I see. That’s good, that’s good.” You play with the curly cord between your fingers. “I’m guessing you got my message?”

He smiles when he hears your soft laughter on the other end. “I did,” he tells you, “and I know for sure you got mine.”

“Yep, yep definitely.”

“Ssso,” he begins, “when would you wanna hang out again?” He felt nervous asking you to see each other a second time, but he’s unaware that you’re genuinely interested and not like the other girls he’s attempted to get to know and then fail so miserably.

“Well, besides watching cartoons every weekend first thing in the morning and spending time with my cat, aka my only friend, I am very much free. We can easily hang out tomorrow.”

Silence.

“…if you want,” you added.

“I- y-yeah! No, totally! Tomorrow is good!” he says quickly. “Uh, what do you wanna do?”

“Hm…” you contemplate his question. “Well… if you want to be on my short list of friends, you can get me out of the house with food,” you suggest playfully.

His eyebrows shoot up, a giddy expression crossing his face. “In that case, there’s a really good diner across town?” he offers, almost like a question. You can’t see it, but he’s crossing his fingers.

“Ooh! A diner? Count me in,” you lay back on your bed with the phone still in your hand. You sound so excited, he can’t help but smile at how cute you’re being.

“What time should we go?”

“Lunch time is perfect. What say you, stalker?”

“Lunch it is!” he exclaims. “And don’t call me a stalker, I promise I didn’t follow you today.”

“Hmm, weeeell too bad, that’s your new name,” you tell the boy, your teasing tone making him smile fondly on the other end.

He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head at your antics. “Sure whatever you say, cat girl.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you suggesting I’m a cat girl simply because I own a cat and stay indoors?”

“I mean… you don’t get out much, you must be a true, stay-at-home cat girl.”

“If you tried to insult me, it backfired because I will now wear that name like a badge of honour.”

Jesus, this girl’s hilarious, Steve thinks to himself.

A beat of silence.

“Ssssooo…” his voice buzzes through your ears, “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow…” Steve had meant to sound more confident than unsure of himself.

The way he says it has you feeling somehow… giddy? Is that the word to describe how you’re feeling?

You bite your lip and smile. “Yeah of course. Tomorrow noon,” you confirm.

Now it’s him who’s smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. “Yep, exactomundo, you got it!” He hears you giggling.

“Perfect then.”

“Oh! Before I let you go, where do you live?”

“Mmmm- whyyy…?”

“So I can pick you up, duh.”

You’re not sure why those words make your stomach do a bunch of backflips. Your heart beats fast at the thought of tomorrow’s outing. A guy, who you just met, and who also happens to be cute slash insanely handsome (question mark), wants to hang out with you. It’s not a date, though. Just a bite to eat, that’s all.

A bite to eat with a pretty cute guy.

You’ve got to ease the butterflies somehow.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re a stalker?” you poke at him. “You totally plan on stalking me, don’t you?”

“I- no! I did not stalk you, okay?” He’s baffled, but it hasn’t occurred to him yet that you’re just playing. Just give him a moment to catch on. “I-”

“Lemme guess: you just so happened to go to the same park? It doesn’t help your case when you snuck up on me-”

“I’m allowed to go to the park,” he grumbles.

“Never pegged you as the type to go to the park.”

“Well, it’s a small town, so…”

“Yep, no, nooo for sure.” You cover your mouth to stifle the laughter that threats to spill through.

A few seconds of silence pass before Steve’s voice rings through the speakers again.

“You’re pulling my leg here, aren’t you?” he deadpans.

“Noooooo… maybeeee?” You can’t help but laugh now. It blares through his end of the line, unaware of the way it’s slowly altering his brain chemistry.

A fond scoff escapes him. “Okay, but seriously, where do you live.”

You give yourself a moment to calm down before speaking again.

“I live at 616 Old Cherry Road,” you finally tell him.

“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teases.

You mock his words childishly. “Yeah, yeah, get your yucks in now, buddy.”

The boy chuckles at your behaviour. “All right then, get your sleep, yeah? See ya tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, stalker.”

Once the goodbyes were exchanged, you hang up and find yourself falling on your back, landing on the softness of your duvet. Sighing to yourself, you can’t help but ask:

“What the hell is happening?”

~~~

➤ next part coming soon

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 15 thoughts without interludes (interludes need their own post):

EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINE

My daughters boss didn't actually try to assassinate her, her just planned to do it and then did it in one reality but kept the reality where he didn't! So it's ok! I'm fine. Not worried at all that Coil knows Skitter was planning on double crossing him and that he found a way to screw with Tattletales powers.

It's fiiiine (eye twitches)

I want to say I'm glad she got her full team on board, but given that there is a chance someone on her team ratted on her it might not be good.

Skitter goes a little bit far at the end with Triumph. Just a tiny itty bitty bit far. Child you almost KILLED HIM! And then you let him sit there dying when the threat isn't that he'll die now, but that you will come back if needed (mayor ain't going to say what you want him to say if you kill his son, the point is if he doesn't say it you'll come back)! I'm worried about you.

Brian I understand why you like my daughter and she seems to like you and I'm glad having someone you feel safe with is helping you process your very valid trauma (important note, you could have done the same with your sister, she was trying to help you but you wouldn't open up to her, you should open up to her). But please don't get in the way of her relationships with her girlfriends. Just understand in terms of long term stuff Chatterbug and Wolfspider 100% trump . . . Darkbug? Fuck what are you guys called?

(I've been informed Shadeswarm, Nightcrawler, Night Biter, Creepy Crawlies, or Carapace. I think Creepy Crawlies might be my preference among that.)

MOAR DOLL LESBIAN CONTENT!!!!!

Parian is one of my absolute favorite characters! Flechette is pretty cool as well. Being a hero hurts her. Stabbing my daughter also didn't build good marks with me, but I understand why she did it. Cause GAAAAAAAAAAAY. I have a hard time being too mad at a lesbian stabbing someone to protect her girlfriend.

I'm glad Parian isn't joining Coil full hog at least, she's too pure to be a villain (or a "hero"). I kinda wish she could just move to New York and be a fashion designer and live her best life, but I do enjoy the idea of getting to see her more.

And to be honest, I don't think anyone on Earth Bet is really going to be living their best life in the long run. Sorry guys.

The fucking shutdown the team gives to the Nazis is AMAZING! Like ya no Hookwolf or Purity this time, that obviously would have made it harder. But still, comparing the previous fight to this just really shows how much the team has increased in power. They didn't even bring Grue.

Skitter and Tattletale being able to work together to find all the people in a few block radius and figure out which groups are Nazis, all while just standing in the middle of the street, is so fucking cool. I fucking love watching them work.

I don't love the girlfriends fighting with the whole "Skitter wasn't told about the plan to have Regent yoink a Nazi". But they seemed to make up pretty quickly.

Skitter fucking running multiple bug clones, with cameras and microphones, all across her territory, and using them to talk to people and check in on things, WHILE getting surgery on her shoulder??! FUCKING HELL. Like ok yes, please love yourself child and let yourself take it easy sometimes. But also holy shit that is so god damn amazing. I am 100% convinced (I mean, I have been since like Arc 4 TBH) that she uses her bugs to basically offload her pain. Or offloads her mind to her bugs so she can ignore the pain in her body. Same idea. Like even if it's never confirmed it is true to me. And the multitasking! Give Taylor a Thinker classification!!

Just fucking attacking the mayor's family to intimidate him into telling people in Washington to not condemn Brockton Bay huh? I mean sure it kinda worked at the end (assuming he does what he said he would) but it really seems like a terrible plan. Like, the people in Washington are gonna hear about the attack and wonder about everything the mayor says. But fine, that's the plan.

Skitter making the bug clones complex enough that Trickster and Genesis don't even notice she's a clone at first is super cool! Also it does drive home that she is always just covered with so many bugs and using swarm speech so much that when a version of her shows up that is completely covered in bugs and speaks fully with swarm speech it doesn't throw anyone off.

Coil had to know that Triumph was the mayor's kid. The fact that he's the one who pushed to have them attack during family dinner.

I'm really proud of Skitter for figuring it out though! I pegged him as a cape pretty much right away and was able to figure out it was Triumph not long after, but she was in the heat of the moment. Also she got the girlfriend pegged as a either Prism or Ursa while I was still uncertain if she was a cape.

Holy shit that fight was so fucking cinematic! Perfectly built for Triumph to look cool by exploding bug clones with his shouts. And with Prism splitting and combining constantly. Just fuck. I'd love to see an animation of that fight. It was super cool.

And again, Skitter got dark there. And sadly I'm worried she's gonna get darker.

[thebluestbluewords]

Anything You Like - the soulmate theology part

*

“They’re a gift from God,” Claudine says confidently. “He sends them to us so we know where to find the good people in the world. The ones who are meant for us, for us to love and learn from. That’s why so many parents will mark their children.” 

“That’s stupid,” says Mal, who is eight years old, and has exactly two soulmarks, one from her mother and one from her future-henchman in training, Jafar’s son. “My mom’s the worst of the worst. She’d never let some silly god tell her who to mark.” 

Claudine glares at Mal from behind her thick glasses. The effect is a bit like being glared at by an especially nervous monkey, one of the creepy ones with huge eyes who sometimes come on TV in the hours-long marathons they get of the stupidest children’s shows imaginable. 

With all of the fury in her six-year-old body, Claudine sticks her tongue out at Mal. “Then you’re stupid, and so’s your mom!” 

“My mom could crush you dad like a bug.” Mal says carelessly. “And probably his god too, if he’s wasting his time giving people soulmarks. My dad’s the most powerful god on the island, and he doesn’t have any soulmarks.” 

“That’s because nobody loves him!” Claudine says, full of confidence in her own correctness in a way that only children can be. Mal would punch her teeth in, if she thought she could get away with it. “If God made somebody to care about your dad, he’d have found them by now and you wouldn’t even be here.” 

“Take it back!” 

“No!” 

“Take it back right now or I’m gonna hit you!” Mal shouts, clenching her hands into fists so tight that she can feel the tiny points of her nails start to cut into her palms. “My dad’s the most powerful god on the isle and he’s gonna hurt you if you don’t take it back!” 

Claudine frowns, screwing up her whole face. “My God can protect me,” she says, but they’re a shadow of doubt to her words now, and Mal knows that she can win this. “He’s the most powerful of all time, not just here.” 

Mal, with the honing instincts of a child who has never been told to shut up, goes for blood. 

“Then why don’t you have a soulmark? If your god is so powerful and cool and loves you so much, why didn’t he make anyone who loves you back?” 

“I—“ Claudine sputters, face crumpling behind her glasses. “I— I, um, I’m waiting. For the right person.” 

Mal frowns. She’s more evil when she pretends to care about people first, that’s what her mom says. “I thought your god was supposed to show you the right person. If he didn’t give you anyone, I think it means you’re just an unlovable freak.” 

“You’re mean,” Claudine whispers, her face damp behind the shield of her glasses. “I’m gonna find my person someday, and you’re never gonna get any more soulmarks because you’re mean and  God hates you.” 

Mal laughs. “There’s no god on the island, stupid. Your dad just lies to you because he doesn’t want anyone to know that you’re a freak.” 

Claudine sniffles. “You’re mean and that’s worse.” 

Mal takes a step back. Crying is disgusting and only for babies, and at eight years old, she’s very much not a baby, and being seen with someone who’s crying could hurt her burgeoning schoolyard reputation. Making someone cry because you hit them is one thing, but standing next to someone who’s crying is a sign of weakness, and there’s no space in Mal’s world for acting weak. 

“Says who?” she demands, from a safe distance away. Bullying distance is further than comforting distance, and it should be clear enough to any onlookers which one she’s standing at. 

“My— my dad,” Claudine manages, sucking in an enormous snotty breath. “And all his followers. Being mean is the worst thing ever, that’s what they said.” 

Mal laughs wickedly. Or at least, close to wickedly. She’s still practicing her Evil Laughs. “Well, my mom says that being mean is how you get ahead in the world. And my mom’s the ruler of the isle, and yours is dead, so I’m pretty sure I know better than you.”

[countrymusiclover]

81 - Gemini Downfall Wedding

Part 82

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Pushing my hands down the light blue dress I smiled feeling someone staring at me from the doorway. “It would be considered creepy if you weren’t my husband while you stare at me like that.”

“I just can’t help myself, Raelyn.” Klaus smiled when I turned to see he was wearing a black tux and a dark gray tie to go with it. “Honestly if I didn't have to hear the end of it. I would say we just skip the wedding and let me take that dress off you hmm.”

Rolling my eyes at him I draped my arms over his shoulders leaning up on my toes. “As much as I wish that too. Josette wouldn’t forgive me if I missed it. Plus she has assigned the girls to be her flower girls. So we have to go.”

Klaus drove us to the place where they had everything set up for the wedding. My husband sat behind my uncle Joshua while I was off somewhere else with the girls. “Okay so this is very important for cousin Jo. So just throw the pedals and meet mommy at the very end.” Alina, Missy and Hope all nodded in agreement.

My three triplets slowly walked down the row throwing the flowers where everyone turned to see Jo in her long white dress being led down by her father. She smiled at me and I smiled as he placed her hand in Ric’s going to find his seat. “They are so adorable and I’m glad you freed your husband.”

“Yes they are. You’re and Ric’s kids will be cute too.” I grinned standing beside Elena since she had asked us both to be her bridesmaids. “And oh yes I’m happy to have him back.”

The music stopped playing before the Reverend smiled brightly. “Welcome, family and friends, on this magical evening to the wedding of Alaric Saltzman and Josette Laughlin. Josette and Alaric have prepared their own vows.

Alaric held her hands almost making me start bawling at his vows. “Neither one of us should be here right now. We've spent our lives dodging fate and b*ating the odds, but because we did, I got to meet you, the most beautiful, hilarious, and intimidatingly brilliant woman I have ever known. You inspire me. You've shown me that happiness is actually something that I can have in my life. And so...I promise to be with you and love you and to dodge fate with you for the rest of our lives.”

The Reverend looked at my cousin. “Josette?”

Jo chuckled beginning her vows until I smelled blood, saw she stabbed through the stomach and her dress was red. “Oh, God. That's a tough act to follow. Here goes. Alaric Saltzman, you are…”

Alaric caught his soon to be wife collapsing into his arms. “Jo? Jo? Jo? Oh, my God. Jo? Jo? Jo?! Oh, God. No!”

She winced where I vamped from my seat, biting into my wrist drawing blood. “Aah! Aah!”

“Jo drink!” Shoving my wrist over her mouth she attempts to drink but she was losing too much blood too fast.

Alaric began crying, staring at me. “No! No, no, no, no.”

Suddenly before our eyes Kai appeared from being invisible standing beside Elena holding a bloody knife in his hand. “I was gonna wait till the "death do us part" bit, but it seemed a little on the nose. Am I right?”

Uncle Joshua rose to his feet about to do something with Klaus at his side with our girls but Kai raised his hand creating a large pitched sound spell. Everyone in the room dropped on the ground holding their heads in pain. “Miss me? No? Oh, well.” He waved his other hand, smashing the glass and dropping the chandeliers from above.

“Kai!” Uncle Joshua’s voice is the first thing I heard when I woke up. Rubbing my neck I frantically looked around for my husband and kids.

“Klaus! Hope…Alina…Missy!” I hollered getting to my feet gripping one of the seats.

Klaus called out where I rushed over seeing that the girls were slightly bleeding from the glass. “Raelyn! They barely have heartbeats…”

“Get them out of here and give them blood. I’ll stay here and deal with Kai.” I croaked brushing Missy’s hair for her face listening to their tiny hearts still beating. But if he waited any longer they might not make it.

He shook his head where I watched the wound on his forehead starting to heal over. The wound that was in my stomach had already healed so we were both okay. “I can’t leave you here, Rae. I will kill your uncle for this!”

“It’s not his fault now. It’s Kai’s. But we don’t have time to argue. Get them out of here before he tries to kill them.” I barked at my husband watching him pick his three daughters up vamping them out of the building where I turned my head seeing Alaric holding my dead cousin away from me.

Uncle raised his hand, beginning to chant a spell slowly walking towards Kai. “Sanguinem fillio sanguinem effurgarex.”

“Let me guess. Prison world?” Kai could hear the other members of our coven chanting the same spell. “I mean, you can't kill me, or else you all die, too, right?”

Uncle Joshua glanced in my direction calling out to me. “Raelyn, I’m sorry about your girls. We can handle him. I just need you to do your unliking spell that you did on me.”

“And why should I do that?” I spat the question at him even though I wanted to tear Kai limb from limb.

Joshua sent me a sensitive look where I could tell he was actually telling the truth to me for once in my life and he wasn’t screwing me over. “Raelyn please believe me now. Once he’s not linked to the rest of us you can spill his guts if you want. We just need his blood since he’s the leader now….if you help us I’ll never come after your family ever again you have my word.”

“Hey. I'm sorry about your twinsies. I just don't feel like competing for leadership with future Gemini twins.” Kai turned away from his father looking at Alaric holding his dead wife in his arms. “See...When your family decides that you're nothing but an irredeemable piece of trash, well… Guess the best thing to do is prove them right, right?

Raising my hand I drew Kai towards me shoving my hand inside my cousin’s chest. “Don’t try and talk your way out of this, Kai. You just killed the only person in this family I gave a damn about. So you deserve this!”

“If you kill me they die too…” Kai started gasping for breath with my hand wrapped around his heart.

Pushing my fingers tighter around it he gasped sharper when I got in his face vamping over to my uncle grasping his hand in mine since he had some cuts on his hand drawing out his blood. “I don’t give a crap about that anymore. You killed Josette and for that you don’t get to live!”

“Start chanting and I’ll follow you.” Uncle Joshua said, glancing at me where I let Kai’s blood drop at our feet. He squeezed my hand dropping his own blood onto his son’s.

Raising our hands up together I began chanting, never taking my eyes off of Kai. “Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras. Uenes fes matos et somnos. Phasmatos tribum - agh!” Their blood started to separate until Kai launched a broken chair leg into my stomach causing me and Joshua to break hands breaking the unliking spell.

Kai quickly ran forward tackling me to the ground when I yanked the leg out of my stomach. He attempted to stab me in the stomach again with another piece of wood until I threw him backwards after launching the wooden chair leg with my blood inside his chest. “Ha ha thanks for that, cousin. Now I get to be judged like you.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” I asked getting to my feet looking towards my uncle seeing that he was about to run over to me and try the spell again.

Kai took the wooden piece out of his stomach, swiping his finger over where my bloody was on the other end sucking it off his finger. “This ought to do it.”

Joshua raised a hand screaming the split second that Kai used a glass shard he got from the ground and stabbed himself in the neck. “No!” Kai collapsed dead right in front of Ric and Jo.

“Get out of here, little niece. There’s nothing more we can do….protect your family.” Joshua shuttered when the other members of our coven stopped chanting and started slowly dying alongside Kai.

Vamping from the bloody wedding Klaus was waiting with the girls cupping my face in his hands scanning the blood stained dress. “Shhh I’m okay. I healed over remember.”

“I know, I know. I just….I…thought you were still linked to Kai.” He nodded through tears pulling me in for a tight hug. He gripped my hair in one hand with his other on my lower back.

Burying my face into his chest I gripped his shoulders I sniffed through tear’s finally getting the chance to deal with the fact that Josette was actually dead. “She’s gone…..he freaking murdered her. And I didn’t get the chance to murder him for it. Nik….Jo’s gone!”

Nik’s phone started ringing where we broke the embrace hearing Damon’s voice. “What do you want, Salvatore!”

“Don’t get snappy at me Klaus but I need to tell your siphon wife something she won’t believe.” I heard him say so he handed me the phone. “Whatever spell you tried to use on Kai to kill him before he could take vampire blood from you must have worked. Cause Bonnie Bennett is literally standing in my house.”

Running a hand through my hair I gasped through some happy tears. “You mean I broke her out of the prison world. That’s insane - uh we’re on our way.”

Klaus and I made it back to their house seeing the pair we’re sitting in front of the Salvatore fireplace since Kai had managed to siphon away the barrier spell over the town. Damon was looking at the picture Bonnie brought back from the 1903 prison world. “I don't get it. So you were in my house in a 1903 prison world.”

Bonnie takes out the video camera playing the video she took. “Watch this. I didn't know it was still on when I got pulled out.”

Damon rolled his eyes at the witch.“Congratulations. You shot some walls.”

Klaus and I leaned down closer watching the video when Bonnie told him. “Just wait.”

There was a woman’s voice on the camera that I slightly recognized from somewhere I just couldn’t place it. “Who are you?”

Bonnie's voice was on camera too. “Who are you?”

Damon took the camera from her hands. “Who is this?”

Bonnie instructs him where he hit the pause revealingly a woman with slightly curly raven black hair looking directly at the camera. “There. Stop.”

Damon: mumbles. “Oh, my God.”

Bonnie asked him, “What?”

Damon gasped in disbelief at the woman on camera. “It's my mother.”

“I don’t believe it…” I trailed off thinking back to the day I gave birth to our daughters and I somehow ended up in a prison world I didn’t know about.

Klaus glanced at me, squeezing my hand in his. “What is it, Rae?”

“I have freaking met her before.” I sucked in a breath when Damon shifted around to me on the couch with shock written on his face. “She was in a prison world….meaning that she’s a vampire.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Oooh, well, since you just reblogged that one post about the vampire werewolf pirate cowboy overlap; pine box au but with piracy?

Ah, the age old question of the 2000s, who would win:

Cowboys or pirates? (or ninjas)

How about... piracy is what got Peter into a lot of trouble over in England, yes? I mean, he did say he was hiding from some people he really shouldn't have crossed.

Warning: injuries

On with the fic!

--

It shouldn't have been like this, Peter probably should have revealed to Lucian the truth ages ago. After all, they really tried not to keep secrets from one another anymore, especially after Lucian revealed that he was a lycan.

But the topic never came up, Peter never asked Lucian why he was fleeing Europe, and Lucian never asked Peter either.

However, the current situation really, really should not be taking place if Peter had said something. Maybe. Would it have honestly helped? Lucian wouldn't know if something like this would happen, but maybe he could have?

Peter didn't know, his mind was a mess of screaming and panicking as he felt the cold edge of a blade against his Adam's apple.

"Fuck." He let out a tiny squeak, trying to get his wrists out of the tight grip of the man who was holding them. Instead, he just weakly smiled. "Saaaaaaalllllll... good to see ya, didn't exactly expect you to, ya know, get yourself all the way across this big, stupid country just to see li'l ol' me!"

Sal, the man currently holding Peter captive, glared from his one good eye. Really, this man was a walking, talking picture of a pirate from a book, the man practically screamed that he sailed a ship and stole treasure, rum, and all that nonsense.

And Peter should know, he had been employed by this man for a short time. Before stealing a shit ton of money and fleeing across the British Isles before escaping on a boat from Scotland to hide out here.

"Course we did, you li'l traitor. Ain't no one stealin' from Sal an' his men wit'out payin' fer it." Sal growled, his breath stunk! Peter didn't even try to be polite about that, he just made a face.

"Come on, it wasn't even that much! 'sides, I spent most of it tryin' to escape from you! I wasn't even supposed to be on your crew, I was meant to be on another ship! So, technically, my employment under you was from kidnapping! I should take you to court!"

The knife pressed a little closer and Peter swore it broke the skin. "God, I forgot how much you talked. Whatcha think, boys, should we make 'im pay us back?"

The few members of the crew that had traveled all the way out to buttfuck nowhere to find Peter nodded, grinning, looking very, very creepy. Peter really wished that they hadn't confronted him while he was in the middle of removing his Lady Camilla costume from his drag show.

This was... this was not going to-

"Excuse me, what the hell is going on?"

The six men in the room turned towards the door, wasn't it meant to be guarded by another member of the pirate crew? Standing there was Lucian, who looked confused and concerned.

And then instantly angered when he noticed the position that Peter was in.

"Gentlemen, I think it would be wise for all of you to leave this room and take your comrade outside the door with you." Lucian said, his voice low. "If you know what's good for you."

A shiver ran up Peter's spine and he would love to explore that later, but right now the grip on his wrists was tighter than before and he actually whimpered at the pain. This seemed to anger Lucian more, who took off his hat, setting it aside as he stepped into the room.

"An' just who da hell 're you?" Asked one of the pirates, brandishing a knife at Lucian, who didn't look bothered one bit.

In fact, Lucian just pressed the blade away from him with his own hand, like the cut he got was nothing. It really wasn't, something like that healed so quickly. "Again, take your leave, or this could end badly for you. I don't like people hurting my loved ones, things never go well for them when they do."

"Lucian..." Peter swallowed, which really didn't help him as he felt blood run down his neck.

"Look, pal," Sal snarled, "we've got business wit' this here traitor, he owes us quite a lotta money. Robbed us blind one night when he was on night watch an' made his grand escape. Took forever to track 'im down, an' now... he's gotta pay."

Lucian removed his jacket with a cold calmness, tossing it aside before cracking his knuckles. "Well then, it seems you've made your choice. I'd suggest letting go of my dear Peter, I don't want him getting harmed."

One of the other pirates charged forward without much warning, but Peter watched as Lucian moved faster, grabbing the man's arm and getting behind him. There was a very sickening crack and pop, the man dropped, screaming, his arm flopping to the floor uselessly.

Lucian was already moving to the next man, elbowing him harm in the side of the head, the pirate didn't even get a chance to react before he was out cold on the ground, his ear bleeding.

There was a snarl as Lucian looked up, his eyes pale, his teeth bared, and Peter felt very, very warm inside while Sal let out a horrified gasp.

"Demon!" He screamed, dropping the knife and Peter, who he shoved aside, the hunter slamming into the vanity of his dressing room.

The snarls were louder, and claws were out. "Leave." Lucian growled, deep in his throat.

It seemed Sal's men got the warning, the remaining ones grabbing the two injured men, and probably whoever was outside the door that Lucian most likely knocked out cold.

Sal didn't move, he was holding up his pistol now, prepared the fire. But he didn't get a chance, Lucian had him slammed into a wall, a hand to his throat, the gun thrown across the room. Peter watched as he leaned in close, whispering something to the captain, who lost all color in his face. He nodded, and Lucian let him go, the man scrambling away, tripping over himself to get out of the room.

Peter sat up, straightening out his clothes as he looked at his lover, who was shaking himself out, eyes and teeth normal again. "Fuck, that was... aw, wolf man, you saved my life."

"I wasn't going to let a group of brutes hurt you, love." Lucian frowned and approached, wiping his thumb across the cut at Peter's throat. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I-I'll be fine. Thanks, Lucian, really."

"Of course. So... what was that all about? You stole from... were those pirates? Are those even still a thing? I thought that whole era ended in the eighteenth century."

"Oh, they're still around, just not as grand as back then, mostly just stealin' from merchant ships and stuff. I... accidentally joined their crew when I was meant to find work on a different ship, was hopin' to escape to another place with a bit of work cash, but nope, got roped into piracy for a few months! Then I ditched with a lot of stolen cash and... it's one of the reasons I'm on the run."

"I see." Lucian nodded, then paused. "One of?"

Peter coughed and turned back to his vanity to return to removing his costume.

--

I remembered Peter does drag in this au and originally this was gonna take place in his room above the bar, but then it's like, dressing room, he's in his skirts, now he's a damsel in distress and Lucian's his knight in a shiny, leather coat.

And Peter accidentally becoming a pirate seems weirdly fitting of him. (and I wouldn't be surprised if Lucian and/or his people had gotten involved in any of that in the 1700s because the mental image of pirate lycans is fun)

Sal's name comes from a Doctor Who book where the Doctor and Rose deal with space pirates and one of them is named Sally or Salvo. A little homage to one of my favorite stories because space pirates, my beloved.

[the-planet-ceres]

star student

The second I get home, I collapse into bed, wanting to take a nap but knowing I shouldn’t. I’ve already been slacking off enough; not surprisingly, consistently refusing to do your homework means that you’re going to fail. And nothing ruins your day like your AirPods running out of battery thirty minutes into class so you can’t not pay attention.

Speaking of—thinking of, I guess—I need to charge those.

As I stand and my stomach demands a snack, I slip into the kitchen on ghost feet (do ghosts have feet?), barely glancing at my brother as we brush shoulders. Jack doesn’t flinch at the contact, and when he leaves, I hear the unrestrained thumps of his steps and the snaps as he cracks his knuckles. He doesn’t shrink at his family’s gazes; he’s not the one born with a broken brain that can’t pay attention to anything for more than two seconds. He’s not the one who pretends to be unruly and bratty instead of burnt out with a side of occasional hallucinations.

Of course, nobody cares about that, because nobody knows about that. Besides, the voices in my head are probably just caused by exhaustion anyway; once I slept for three days straight and didn’t hear anything for a week after.

By the time I successfully guess the password to my dad’s computer—which is somehow harder than actually hacking the grading website to make it seem like I don’t have a column of donuts—the Rubik’s cube on the desk has made me shuffle it three different times. As I’m reaching to scramble the little squares again, I hear someone coming. Crap. Guess I’m not postponing the inevitable this time.

Shutting the computer, I dart out and head upstairs at what I hope is a normal pace.

Go back, a tiny voice tells me.

Shut up. I should’ve had more coffee today. I don’t need this right now.

Go back. Show them your computer skills. Redeem yourself.

Since when are you so eloquent?

It goes quiet, replaced by creepy funhouse music that makes me think of black carpet stitched with neon planets.

Determined to at least accomplish something today, I turn on my laptop in search of answers to a math worksheet that has more letters than numbers. The first thing to open is a search reading “cna i sumon a dmeon to raies my graeds,” a remnant of my typical three-in-the-morning frantic races to vomit every single thought in my brain into either Twitter or Google.

I click on a new tab and start copying a problem into the search bar, but I don’t get very far. The funhouse music has faded; now there’s a terrifying chant of Look at it. Look at it. Look at it.

Not going to not going to not going to, I force myself to think. Then: God, I need medicine for this. Maybe I should look that up instead of trying to figure out how big some imaginary circle is.

Of course, because the other entities living in my brain are more powerful than my self-restraint, I end up clicking the Did you mean? on the tab with the demon search and clicking on the first thing that pops up.

It’s some ad for a church asking if I need the light of Jesus.

A bit too late for that if you ask me.

I go back and find something giving instructions on how to make a pentagram out of string, and then it’s one in the morning and I haven’t moved except to sit at dinner and lie through my teeth about starting an online tutoring program. A week ago, I said I would, but then I got distracted by something or other and completely forgot. I’ve written reminders for myself in three different places in the past three seconds, but knowing me, I’ll forget in another two.

Pushing a towel against my door so less light will escape, I manage to set up a ring of candles without setting my carpet on fire. In the middle is some red yarn shaped into a lopsided star; I have zero artistic talent and can’t use a ruler to save my life.

This is ridiculous. If it weren’t for the fact that Jack is probably asleep already, I’d be laughing out loud right now. Of all the things that could be wasting my time right now, I have to pick this one. Well, not me, actually, but another of those voices, commanding me to do it in a tone so harsh my skin is covered in goosebumps.

I pick up a sheet I scrawled a bunch of unintelligible demon chants onto and hold it to a candle, but before I can start reading, all of the tiny flames go out and the temperature in the room drops a solid thirty-ish degrees.

Cursing under my breath, I scrabble for my lighter so I’ll be able to see the way to my bed—my patience for this ran out almost before I started, and I have to be awake in five hours anyway to make it to school on time. As if I actually do anything when I’m there.

Five flicks until the lighter works, and then the dot of fire whooshes out of existence again.

Huh. That’s weird. Shrugging, I stumble over the pile of books that I dumped out to look for a pencil and wave my limbs around like a confused zombie until I trip over the edge of my bed.

When I fall onto the covers, something warm and disturbingly like skin shifts away, and then what feels like a hand is being clapped over my mouth.

“Mmf!” I try to bite at the palm pressing into my lips, but its owner pushes my head back until I’m lying down. When I kick haphazardly, all my legs find is air; my arms flail and smack into something as hard as bone.

“Quiet,” hisses a raspy voice. It’s a bit like one of the ones that I hallucinate sometimes, with the same tone of authority that makes me obey its every command. “I do not want to be discovered. Where is light?”

The hand lifts, and I manage to let out a yelp before it slams back down.

“Scream and I will end you. Where is light?”

This time, I’m too paralyzed by terror to try yelling. “I can turn on the closet light. If we block the door, no one will see from outside.” Yes, being in a smaller space with whatever criminal has somehow made it into my room is a terrible idea, but I don’t want to risk my family coming and getting hurt too.

“Then come. Turn on . . . the closet light.”

The presence shifts to let me stand; as I get to my shaky feet, I grope for the lighter, but it’s gone.

“Over here,” I call softly as I lift the door so it won’t creak. “Go inside.”

A cold breeze washes over me as the intruder enters, making me shiver both from cold and fear. I take a deep breath, worrying that my stupidity might make it my last, then follow, kick a shirt against the door as I close it, and flick the light switch.

And freeze.

At least I have the sense not to scream.

The . . . thing . . . in front of me flashes his needle-sharp teeth, licking his lips with a pair of forked tongues. After a second, he notices my hand scrabbling for the doorknob behind me and his smile—if it can even be called that—morphs into a snarl that makes my legs turn to jelly. I drop my arm and try not to pay attention to the claws on his fingers, the feathery wings sucking all of the light into their blackness, the twisted black horns that could spear me in an instant.

He scratches at the shaggy brown hair they’re jutting out of, and out tumble what look like very tiny bones.

I can feel my face turning green.

“I think it is typical to look a stranger in the eyes when being introduced,” the demon rasps. But even though the intensity of his words makes me fear for my life, I can’t peel my eyes from the scabbed lines running over every exposed inch of his skin or the very threatening knife at his waist.

He could have slit my throat, and nobody would’ve known until morning.

“Girl?”

“Bree,” I mumble. “It’s Bree.” Grandma’s name or not, I refuse to go by Breeshey.

“Bree,” he echoes, pronouncing it more like Blee. “What is it the angels say? Fear not? Or have no fear?”

Enough time passes for it to be obvious that he wants a response, so I shrug and admit, “I don’t know.”

“Ah. Well, it is no matter. Look in my eyes.”

I shut my own, then force them to open and drift upwards past his horrifying mouth. To my surprise, the view isn’t that bad; pupils surrounded by two soft orange rings watch me with something bordering on curiosity. He smiles again, and their corners crinkle.

See? Not that bad.

Actually, scratch that—embedded in his cheeks just below the regular eyes is a pair of smaller blue ones. As I stare at them, they dilate, then twitch and shut.

“What . . . are you?” I ask, my words a shield that keeps him from taking a second step towards me.

“A demon, of course. What kind is unimportant.” His wings close a little as he shifts his balance and knocks a row of hangers off their rack. After a beat, he continues, “My name is,” then lets out a weird gargling noise.

I blink. “What?”

Sighing, he whips out a notepad and pen from who-knows-where and writes Aszksxymysthz. “That is the closest approximation in your tongue. But humans cannot make these sounds, so you may call me . . . Ash.”

“Ash,” I repeat. “So, uh . . . What are you doing here, Ash? Not here to murder me and string up my guts like Christmas decorations, I hope?”

Yeah, let’s give the literal demon ideas, a voice snaps in my brain.

“No. You summoned me for improved academic performance, so that is what I am here to provide.”

As he gets closer and lifts a hand to my face, I sidestep and frown. “So . . . you’re just going to help me? Because I wanted to?” That sounds like something a genie would do, not . . . you.

Ash tilts his head, showing pointy ears as his hair moves, and nods. “Partially, yes.”

Ah, there it is. “What’s the catch?”

“A small thing. Every night at midnight, you must pluck one feather from my wings.”

“Huh? Why? Wouldn’t that hurt you?” Why does it matter?

“I have greater motivations than self-preservation.”

My arms cross of their own volition. “And those are?”

“Unrelated to and thus irrelevant to you. Now, what is there to be done?”

“What do you mean, irrelevant? How do I know you’re not lying?”

His tiny blue eyes open wide, and he repeats more forcefully, “What is there to be done?”

My mouth goes dry, and I’m about to put more distance between us when I realize my back is against the wall. “Well, right now, sleeping. Then school in a few hours. Wait—how are you going to get in? I can’t just walk up with a random demon next to me.”

For a heart-stopping moment, Ash just watches me, and then he’s gone.

“Ash? Wh—”

“Like this,” his voice interrupts. Except—it’s coming out of my mouth. “Your mind is pliable, so I can enter and exit as I wish. Although there do seem to be quite a few vermin here.”

“Vermin?”

“Do you hear things in your head, perhaps?”

Oh. “Um . . . yeah.”

“I can remove them if you would like.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

Then he’s in front of me again, and the permanent undercurrent of whispering in my mind dies.

“Whoa,” I breathe. “Sick.” I’m free.

I’m free.

Ash smiles again, and this time, I don’t shrink from him. “Go sleep. I will find a way to occupy myself.”

As I reach for the knob, I suggest, “Maybe you could start by picking up all those shirts you threw on the floor.”

He grazes me with his wing, and I tense until I hear the lightness in his reply. “I will consider it.”

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 Midterms come around a few months later, and Ash passes me with flying colors. My teachers praise my sudden diligence as I not only finish things early, but get perfect scores. I no longer get angry at myself because I no longer lose focus every ten seconds. My friends seem more relaxed around me now that I’m not constantly asking for their help cheating (which I stopped doing a while ago anyway, when I stopped caring). Mom and Dad start treating me like the faultless second child again, hoping enough rewards will keep this from ending. Only Jack resents this change; he throws himself into his schoolwork even harder, brushing me off when I tell him he’s too smart to be wasting his time studying material he memorized the day it was given.

It stings a little, that me “bettering myself” has put up a wall between us, but I don’t think about it too much.

He’ll come around. He’ll see the good in this.

Even if, like everybody else, he has no idea how it’s happening.

Even if I’ve probably sold my soul or something without even knowing.

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 The morning after a shockingly successful school year ends, I wake up with a weird feeling in my stomach, like it’s being torn open from inside. Great. What a way to start the summer.

But when I stand up and sag under the weight of a back screaming with pain, complaints about food poisoning drain out of my mind.

“Ash? Are you in there?” I whisper. After Mom almost caught him, we agreed that he should possess me while I sleep; sometimes I end up with random aches, but never this bad.

Nobody answers.

“Ash?”

Still no one.

Under the bed, the box where I hide his feathers is empty.

Huh. I guess it makes sense, since I don’t have classes in summer, but a little warning would’ve been nice. I’ve become strangely attached to the demon.

Stretching with a slight wince, I go to the bathroom to shower the last bit of sleepiness away but stop short when I see my reflection.

The pale green of my eyes has darkened to orange, and beneath them is another, smaller pair with light blue irises. Sharp black horns spiral out of my head, and massive wings the same color have sprouted from my back. I bare my teeth; they’re thin and pointy, barely fitting in my mouth.

As I watch in horror, a bright red line runs down my forearm.

I’m about to shriek when the walls melt, giving way to an endless field of fire and hazy smoke set against a crimson sky.

“Ash?” I call again, more frantic. This has to have something to do with him. “What is this place?”

“Your Aszksxymysthz no longer resides here,” a bodiless voice booms. “I have dismissed him.”

“You . . .” Who are you? What are you?

“He mentioned that his motives did not relate to you. But I controlled them, and I have taken an interest in you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I get a glimpse of a vague black shape that I can’t categorize as any horror I’ve ever seen before.

My hands curl into fists. How could I have been so stupid? I should’ve known not to trust a literal demon. “Meaning?”

That horrifying silhouette comes back into my field of vision and states, “That now he is free, and you are as he was.”

Suddenly my skin burns with agony, and I scream so loud the heat of the air singes my throat until I can’t take it anymore and my brain cuts off my consciousness.

[daffodil-deity-blog]

The gifs of your god literally creep me the hell out and I love it

   [[ Yes YES GOOD YAY

I’m glad you like it? Honestly, I knew i was not capable of drawing well enough to depict… a seemingly flawless god of classical beauty so… instead I decided to take the weird indie game route and just make him really minimalistic and kinda uncanny and it’s a fun aesthetic!!

You should see the realistic human eyes. I still mean to make a icon gif for them… ]]

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was���

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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Guiding Light

Pairing: Changbin x female reader (referred to by stage name Rosette )

Genre: angst, fluff, mature,slow, (fanboy)idol changbin + underground rapper reader, strangers to lovers

Warning: mentions of sexual harassment (not by any of the stray kids members) mention self-confidence issues, drinking, cursing, mention of suicidal thoughts, 

Summary: You’ve had multiple people reach out to you but never quite like this, by someone with a cute smile and the firmest arms you have ever seen. Could you get over past trauma about fame to step up to what Changbin thinks is your potential?

Word Count:12k

Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them. What can I say but this plot ran away from me and became this monster of a thing... enjoy?

 So I hold this little thing called dream in my hand  No matter how hard the world tries to push me down  I will stand

You finished the last line of your rap to thunderous applause and some drunk hollering. You quickly bow and send out a few finger hearts to the crowd before handing the microphone to Danny.

“Let’s give it up again for Rosette!” You heard Danny yell into the mike as you made your way to the tiny area backstage. Junnie is the only one standing there waiting for you with a water bottle. You grabbed it with a small whisper of thanks as you quickly gulped down the cold liquid. You quickly wanted to leave so that you could change out of your hoodie and sweatpants for some shorts and a T-shirt but Junnie grabbed your arm to hold you back. 

“There’s someone here asking to speak to you,” she whispered shouted into your ear to be heard over the booming music that picked up.

“Another recruiter?” You asked with a grimace. You had made quite a name for yourself in the underground rap scene and there were always recruiters coming around the club hoping to sign you to their agency. You hid from or directly turned all of them down ever since the incident four years ago. You thought that maybe they would have gotten the message by now but clearly…

“No he didn’t look like a usual recruiter, god knows they stick out like a sore thumb,” you had to nod to that. 

“A full suit in a club like this, I bet they’re sweating more than I am in this hoodie,” you said as you downed the last bit of water. “Maybe this one finally learned to dress for the occasion?”

“Maybe… but something was different about this dude, he didn’t seem creepy or pushy. I told him that he’d have to catch you after your set and he just said okay without arguing or bribing me to get you to go over.”

“Kinda sad that we’re so used to the other type of behavior that this one stands out,” you and Junnie both just looked at each other and sighed. It didn’t matter what agency the recruiters were from, most of them were downright awful. The ones from the big companies were snobby and forceful, always acting like they were doing you a favor while the ones from smaller companies often acted like thugs. The worst of them had gotten a lifetime ban from the club after getting thrown out by security.

“Well, he was by the bar if you want to talk to him, got a black t-shirt, black mask, and black baseball cap. I told Jaehan to keep an eye on him so it should be safe if you want to go see what he’s offering.”

“He sounds like he’s dressed like an assassin and you think that’s safe?” You raised your eyebrow at Junnie who just shrugged in response.

“Even if he was an assassin I’m sure that Jaehan could murder him before he touched a hair on your head. Besides who sends an assassin after an underground rapper?” You couldn’t help but agree with both of Junnie’s points. Jaehan was one of the bouncers in the club, he stood at an impressive six feet and had an aura that screamed don’t fuck with me. He was also one of the nicest men you’ve ever met and the two of you had a special bond after you exchanged cookie recipes. He was also the one that was in charge of making sure that obsessive recruiters didn’t get too all up in your face. 

“I guess I’ll go let him down gently,” you said as you put the hood of your hoodie up. You didn’t really want to go and have to talk to anyone but it was often less drama rejecting them on the first day they appeared. In your heart, you knew that they were just doing their jobs and you almost felt bad about how they had to spend their nights chasing after you instead of spending time with their families…if only most of them weren’t such assholes.

“Good luck!” Junnie said as she waved you off.

“Junnie fill you in?” Jaehan asked as you walked through the door that led back to the floor of the club. The noise of the music and people talking and shouting at each other hit you full blast and you had to take a few minutes to process what Jaehan asked.

“Yeah, mister dressed like an assassin waiting for me by the bar?” You stood on tiptoes to look over the sea of people toward where the bar was.

“Over by the end,” Jaehan pointed and you looked over in that direction.

“Oh wow,” you muttered under your breath as you spotted who Jaehan was pointing at. He was sitting away from you but you spotted the black hat and the black T-shirt that was stretched quite tightly across his rather broad back. Of course, the thing that made you mutter was not his broad back (although it was impressive) it was his upper arms that looked deliciously toned even in the moody club lighting.

“Close your mouth before you start drooling,” Jaehan said and you didn’t have to look to see the smirk on his face.

“Well now I know what Junnie meant when she said he didn’t look like the usual recruiters,” you said as you chose to ignore Jaehan’s comment.

“Yeah, he’s not a middle-aged dude in a suit that's for sure. Maybe he just wanted to shoot his shot and ask you out? He’s been shooing away all the girls that have approached him so far.”

“Probably not if he asked to speak to me through Junnie,” you answered as you got your arm thirsting under control. “Only the industry people do that since they think she manages me or something.”

“Make sense, you going to go talk to him?”

“Yeah, if he’s got the temperament Junnie thinks he has then it should be an easy letdown,” you sighed as you walked away knowing that at least Jaehan would be watching you the whole time in case you were wrong. You dodged the various drunk bodies around as you made your way toward the stranger. You saw that he had his head down and there was a dim light coming from what you guessed what his phone. You spotted the empty barstool next to him as you got closer and you quickly sat down beside him before he noticed your presence. From the corner of your eye, you saw that he looked up from his phone to look at you.

“I’m sorry that seat–” he didn’t finish his sentence as you turned to face him. A dyed brown fringe peeked out from under his hat, eyebrows raised in surprise and warm brown eyes were all that you could see that wasn’t covered up by the black mask on his face. 

“You wanted to speak to me?” You finally asked when it looked like he wasn’t going to continue talking. His eyes widened a bit before he sat up a bit straighter in his seat.

“Ah yes, Changbin, ah I mean my name is Seo Changbin, I’m a big fan of yours,” there wasn’t enough space for him to bow toward you so he did an awkward little lean down as a greeting.

“Nice to meet you Changbin-ssi,” you said as you tried to get a read of who he was. He seemed a little too nervous and too truthful about being your fan to be a recruiter. The moment you spoke his name his body jumped a bit and he raised his hand to rub the back of his head (giving you a delightful view of the flexing of his arm muscles). “You alright?” You asked as you leaned forward only for him to lean back away from you.

“Sorry, I’m just really nervous, ugh so uncool,” he said half to you and half to himself. You couldn’t help but giggle slightly at how cute he was. He was still wearing his mask but from his eye expression, you saw that he was smiling too.

“So why are you looking for me? Want an autograph?” 

“Yes, I mean no, I mean I would like one but that’s not the main reason…” Changbin trailed off and looked away toward all the bottles of alcohol on the wall. After a few seconds, he looked back at you with a much more serious expression on his face. “I was wondering if you would be willing to collab with me on a song?” His request caught you completely off guard and you could only stare at him as you processed what he asked. 

“Collab? You wanted to ask me for a collab?” You asked making sure of his request.

“Yeah is that alright?” 

“Of course oh my god, you had me thinking that you were from an entertainment company or something. Most people that ask for collabs contact me through my email or through one of my friends.” You found yourself relaxing once you found out that he wasn’t going to start blabbering about “how you could grow if you signed with us”. You had done a few collaborations before with other underground rappers or singers for their mixtapes but none of them had approached you the way Changbin had.

“I did send an email a few weeks ago but never got a reply,” you detected a hint of a whine in his voice and you had to actively hold back from cooing at him.

“I’m sorry, my filters might be messed up again.”

“Filters?”

“Yeah, I have a few filters on my email to weed out anything from any entertainment companies but sometimes it over filters. I have to tweak it again I guess.”

“You really dislike entertainment companies huh?”

“I just hate the mainstream music industry in general. Full of fake motherfuckers who are ready to break you down enough that you just become their puppet. They churn out singers, rappers, and idols one after the other based on their looks and not any actual skill. The ones with actual skill get pushed to the sideline too fucking often but all the contracts and penalties make it hard for them to get out.” You couldn’t help but let out the true bitterness you felt leak out onto your voice. You only realized how harsh you sounded when you saw Changbin slightly squirm in his seat. “Not the underground scene you know, we have our fair share of motherfuckers too but it's much more real here. You only have yourself and your skills here and that’s what I love about it. Anyway, are you a singer or a rapper?” You tried hard to switch your tone into a lighter one as you addressed Changbin.

“I uh, am mostly a rapper but I do sing too,” Changbin answered after a beat. You just chalked up the slight pause to nerves.

“Do you have another name you go by? Not to be rude but I haven't heard of anyone in the scene performing with the name Changbin.” You were friends with most of the more senior underground rappers and while you didn’t personally know a lot of the rappers that were new, you at least knew about them.

“I sometimes go by the name SpearB but ah, I’m not that quite known in the underground scene…I’m sort of working with a group but recently I’m making plans for a solo mixtape…” He trailed off and you quickly jumped in, in case he was feeling embarrassed. 

“That’s a pretty big step, ” you felt a soft spot for Changbin grow as you remembered what you were like when you released your first mixtape. “Has the group you're in performed here before?”

“We don’t usually perform in venues like this.”

You assumed that Changbin was talking about smaller open mics at bars as those were the ones you used to perform at because you made a name for yourself. “Well the next open mic here isn’t until next month but you should sign up if your mixtape is out by then. The crowd is a little rough but we get quite a few established rappers who come to give out pointers and scout for their proteges.” Changbin nodded at your suggestion but otherwise stayed silent. His head was slightly bowed down and he no longer looked you in the eyes. You pondered a bit at his sudden change in attitude. You wondered if you perhaps were being too patronizing or maybe he was still nervous? “So tell me about what you want to collab with me on. A song for your mixtape?” You asked to cut the sudden awkward silence in the air.

“Yes I’m releasing my first solo mixtape and there is a song that I’ve worked on for so long but I couldn’t quite figure out what was missing. I’ve tried changing the overall tempo a few times and adjusting the beats, inserting certain beats, and changing the key but it just felt lacking. That’s when I went back and listened to one of my favorite mixtapes, your My Rose Colored Dreams. I honestly thought at that moment if you worked on this song with me it would be perfect.” Changbin was suddenly much more animated as he talked about music. He was moving his hands around as he talked and you could tell that he was someone that took his music seriously.

“My Rose Colored Dreams is one of your favorite mixtapes?” You asked in a slightly teasing tone.

“Yeah, there is not a single skippable song on it and it is arranged in a way that the transition from song to song is coherent but not boring. The lyrics you wrote also, ah the lyrics, they’ve given me so much strength on days where I had a lot on my mind or when I was questioning things. I often had that mixtape on replay when I was working late at night because it gave me both encouragement and inspiration.” Instead of getting shy like you thought Changbin grew more assured of himself as he spoke about your music.

“That’s so sweet,” you said as you were unable to stop grinning at him.

“Uh yeah, so it would be such a great honor if you agreed on collabing with me. I made this section of this song in your image.” 

“Hmmm, exchange KakaoTalk with me and send me some of your work and I’ll tell you after I listen to what you got,” you couldn’t just agree because he was your fanboy. You had to assure him that his musical quality was as good as the way he praised you. You took out your phone and hand opened up the app to the add a friend screen. You handed the phone to Changbin so he could put on his KKT name.

“Thank you for even giving me this chance. I'll send you some stuff as soon as I get home to my laptop,” he said as he handed back your phone and got out his own to accept you.

“Dwaekki?“ You asked as you read his screen name aloud. His profile picture was of a vaguely familiar pink doll that looked both like a pig and a rabbit. You found it quite cute how unexpected the picture was in comparison to the man dressed in all black in front of you.

“Haha yeah it’s a nickname of sorts,” he said as he rubbed the back of his head. “I’m going home now to send you the music, please feel free to let me know what you think.”

“Will do!” And you meant it.

You went home that night after you spoke a bit more with Junnie and Jaehan about what Changbin wanted. After you finished your nighttime routine you plopped on your bed and opened the Kakao app to look at the files Changbin had sent you.

Dwaekki

This one is my Cypher which should showcase my different rap styles well. This is a song I worked on featuring my friend Chan called Streetlight. The song I want to collab with you is of a similar sound. Please let me know if you want some more examples of my work and please let me know what you think. 

You opened the first file and were pleasantly surprised by how strong his voice and his enunciation were. In fact, the whole thing was much more put together and of a higher quality than you had imagined it would be. This wasn’t the first track you had gotten from rappers starting out but it definitely was one of the most polished. There was nothing bad you could say about it from the tunes, the rapping, or the lyrics. From what you heard you could tell that everything had been recorded pretty professionally which made you wonder about Changbin. Perhaps he worked as a producer or sound engineer who was making the transition to being an artist himself?

You played the second file and from the first few seconds, you knew that you loved it. 

Rosette

Streetlight is beautiful  I’d love to hear what the track you want to work with me on is like if this is the vibe. Also, your friend Chan has a great voice 

Dwaekki

Yay, I’m so glad you liked it! Yeah, Chan Hyung has a nice voice but my singing voice is awesome too ;)

Rosette

I guess I’ll believe it when I hear it

Do you want to send me the file or do you want to do this in person? 

Dwaekki

I prefer working on music in person 

Rosette

Good, me too

Dwaekki

Are you free anytime during the next two days?

Rosette 

I’m at the club at night but mostly free during the day as long as it’s after 2 pm

Dwaekki

Perfect then how about 4 pm the day after tomorrow?

Rosette

Sounds good, text me the address of your studio or wherever you make music and I’ll be there.

Dwaekki

Alright sounds great, I look forward to working with you!

You were about to place your phone on the nightstand beside your bed and head to sleep when all of a sudden there came a flurry of notifications. 

Dwaekki

I’m sorry, I just remembered that my studio… Isn’t that great  Because  There’s construction going on next door  So we won’t be able to record anything there for a while 

Rosette

Oh, that’s too bad, could you bring your recording equipment to your house we could record from there?

Dwaekki

That wouldn’t really work I live with roommates and they’re pretty loud :-(

Rosette 

Well, we could record at my studio if you brought over what you needed.

Dwaekki

That sounds great! Can’t wait!

“Well this is it,” you said as you pushed open the door to your studio with Changbin walking in behind you. Instead of the all-black outfit, he was wearing an oversized green hoodie with baggy black pants. He looked both comfortable and adorable. The black mask he wore outside had been taken off when the two of you entered the building and you had finally gotten a good look at his face. His eyes and the rest of his facial features fitted nicely together and you found him to be quite handsome. You had met him outside and guided him to the floor where your studio was. You shared the space with two friends of yours but you were the one that used it most. They had signed to a small entertainment company as producers and they mostly worked at a studio there. “It’s not much but it gets the job done,” you said as you gestured around.  The engineering space wasn’t too big just enough to fit about three chairs and a small couch. You sat down on one of the chairs and then pointed to the chair next to you for Changbin. 

“It’s a nice space,” Changbin said as he got out his laptop from his black bag. You connected it with the system and the two of you waited for everything to boot up. “Did you record My Rose Colored Dreams here?”

“No, I recorded that in the closet where I used to live.”

“Wait really?” Changbin turned to look at you with his mouth wide open and you had to fight to keep yourself from grinning at his expression.

“Yep, in fact, you know the song Highway Melancholy?” Changbin nodded at your question. “There’s a siren sound—“

“Just before the bridge?” 

“Yeah, that one. That was an actual ambulance driving past my house and it was caught in the recording. It sounded surprisingly good so I kept it.” 

“That’s pretty amazing.”

“Music works in wonderful ways.”

“No I mean you, you’re pretty amazing. Literally making such a masterpiece in your closet.” Changbin’s expression was rather serious, so much so that you found yourself having to look away. 

“It’s pretty common. My first mixtape was also recorded in a closet; the only difference was that it was at my parent’s house.” You thought back to the night when you bought a cheap microphone with your pocket money and lined towels under the closet door to try and soundproof the area.

“I guess it really makes me appreciate what I have.”

“Yeah appreciate the things you have because they could easily be pulled away without notice,” you said almost on instinct. You noticed the heavy atmosphere developed and tried to bring both your focuses back on what you were meant to be doing. “Are you ready to show me the track?”

With some fiddling, Changbin opened up his files and pressed play. Once again you were impressed by the quality of what Changbin presented. It was a mid-tempo beat paired with a soft piano melody that was juxtaposed with Changbin’s harsh well-enunciated rap. The lyrics were heartfelt as he rapped about loneliness existing even in a crowd of people. The rap faded as the piano took front and center.

“There is where the chorus would be but I haven’t quite finished writing it out yet,” he said as he looked at you. You only nodded as you tried to map out possible things that would work with the current melody. “Here is where I have planned as your part but you're welcome to edit or arrange this track differently,” Changbin stared at you as he spoke and you tried your hardest to keep a blank expression, not giving him any hints on your thoughts of the song. There was another empty chorus and then the song faded out quite cleanly. You leaned back into your chair as you pondered what you heard. Changbin kept quiet but you could feel his gaze on you. Once you had your thoughts arranged in your head you spoke up.

“First of all I really do like the melody and I think your rap is great, but I think I understand what you meant when you said it felt like it was missing something. Even without a chorus and my part, it sounds… a bit empty.” You looked at Changbin who nodded at your comments.

“Exactly!  To be honest this track started with many more elements but it felt too messy so I started reducing sounds. Now it’s too empty but anything I try to add to it doesn’t sound quite right. Usually, I’d ask Chan or Jisung for advice but we always work together for the group and I want to present something complete to them. We’ve worked together so much that I wanted to try and polish my sound.”

“I understand, our sound is our identity and we need to find it to figure out who we are,” you said as you patted Changbin on the shoulder to try and cheer him up. 

“What was your process for the song unLuckyMoment?”

Changbin asked you rather suddenly. You had to think for a moment as you brought yourself back to the moment when you recorded it. 

“That song actually came together rather fast when I was just writing out my thoughts. I had just come out of one of the worst experiences of my life and I felt so lost. I forced myself to think of what happened as just being unlucky so that I could lessen the blame I placed on myself. The lyrics came first and then the melody just developed around that. I think that’s the way I work best, I try not to think too hard about it. If it works it will work and if it doesn’t then maybe it’s just an unlucky moment.” 

“That song gave me so much strength when I was struggling and I wanted this song to be able to have that effect for someone else,” he sighed as he leaned into the chair and crossed his arms.

“I think you’ve been thinking about it too hard. Has it gotten to the point that you just want to hurry up and finish this track instead of enjoying the process of trying to make it work?” He looked away from you and you knew that you hit the issue right on point. “Well lucky for you I’m here and we are going to have some fun with this project.”

“In what way?”

“Hmmm how about we add something drastically different to just play around with the song. I don’t know just say fuck it and add in a trombone and see what happens,” Changbin was silent at your suggestion and you wondered if maybe he was going to decline your idea. There were plenty of artists that took their music-making much more seriously than you did. Where they needed to get everything exactly right instead of enjoying the process. You were about to retract your suggestion and offer to let Changbin work on the song at his own pace when he suddenly spoke up.

“Is that why there’s a there is the sudden flute bit in Brilliant Blue Sky?” Changbin suddenly shouted and you had to grip your arm tightly to stop yourself from jumping up. “The first listen I found it super strange but after a few repeats I really thought that it fit in super well,” Changbin continued on without noticing how tense you had gotten. He’s complimenting you, you had to remind yourself as you willed yourself to calm back down before he noticed anything strange.

“Haha yeah, the song felt incomplete so I was thinking what sound reminded me of the sky and it hit me, of course, a flute.”

“Genius,” Changbin complimented you as you saw him open up the instrument tab.

“What about making the snare here louder?” Changbin asked and you held up your hand to high-five him.

“Exactly what I was thinking!” The two of you had been working on music for the past three hours just bouncing ideas off each other and having fun. The two of you were workshopping the third song on his album and you had been extremely impressed with how well the two of you communicated. You’d bring up the smallest thing and Changbin immediately had an idea or something to try. The way he played with words and music was unlike anyone else that you had worked with. His serious face, when he was concentrating, was also extremely handsome but you tried not to think too much about that. There was also something else that you discovered about Changbin that you found adorable. 

“You’re such a genius with this,” you told him with a grin already anticipating his reaction.

“Anggggg,” Changbin let out a slightly high-pitched whine as he squatted his hand in your general direction. 

“Cute,” you whispered under your breath and he seemed to ignore the comment or not hear you at all.

“How’s this?” He asked as he played you the part that the two of you had just tweaked.

“Perfect,” you replied just as another melody suddenly rang out. Changbin scrambled to grab his phone from his pocket.

“Yeah Hyung? I thought we didn’t have rehearsal until… ah they had to reschedule, okay I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. Okay bye Hyung,” Changbin hung up and looked at you rather apologetically. “I’m really sorry but something suddenly came up and I have to go.”

“It’s fine! I probably should prepare to head to the club soon anyway,” you said as you started to shut things down. “Send me a copy of what we worked on today and I’ll start working on my lyrics. I'll send you my recording and then you can put everything together?”

“Yeah that sounds amazing,” Changbin said with a light smile on his face. “Thanks so much for today, I learned a lot and had so much fun working with you.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, I learned a lot from you too,” you watched as Changbin turned away from you and rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t take compliments too well do you?” You asked as you leaned in to get a better look at his face. There was a light blush on his face that you thought was so adorable.

“I can compliment myself well but when others do it…AH so embarrassing,” he said as he quickly packed his laptop away. “I’ll send you the file tonight.”

“Do you know anyone that works at JYP?” Junnie asked you as soon as you walked backstage. You thought for a moment but ended up shaking your head.

“No, I think I have some friends that made music for JYP groups but no one I know works there directly. Why?”

“My niece’s favorite member of Stray Kids is rumored to be coming out with a solo album soon and I wanted to see if I could get her a signed version for her birthday.” Junnie sighed dramatically as she collapsed onto the chair next to you.

“I could try asking around,” you said as you opened up your phone ready to text some friends. You owed Junnie quite a bit and had met her niece before, a very polite and really sweet kid. “Whose the one coming out with the album?”

“One of their main rappers, Changbin I think his name was,” Junnie replied while you froze at the name.

“Changbin?”

“Yeah Changbin, I remember because she always talks about him and there’s one section of their song where he says his name. Why?” She asked as she noticed how tightly you gripped your phone. You didn’t answer as you opened up Naver and typed into the search bar Stray Kids Changbin. You prayed that everything was a coincidence but when his picture loaded in you felt your whole body grow cold.

“He’s an idol,” you said more to yourself, just letting the words sink in.

“Yeah? His group is pretty popular too…”

“I’ve been working with an idol,” you had sent your recorded section to Changbin just three days ago. He had replied with multiple fire emojis, thanks, and the promise that he would put everything together for you to listen to before he put everything out. The two of you had been texting back and forth about music, your creative processes, and almost everything under the sun. Yesterday he warned you that he wouldn’t be able to text as much since he was busy preparing for something. You had thought he was talking about his mixtape but it turned out to be his official solo album.

“What are you talking about?”

“Remember that young rapper starting out I was talking to you about?”

“The one that you were impressed with and was working on a song for his first mixtape?” Junnie walked over to grab your hand as she clearly saw where this conversation was going.

“That was Changbin,” you could barely get his name out as you felt like throwing up. You wondered if the whole time he was just secretly laughing at you as you talked about his potential or places he could perform. 

“And he didn’t tell you…” You shook your head at her question. “Wait then the song that you were working on for him was for this solo album?”

“Fuck I can’t let that happen, I can’t, I can’t let my music go through his company…I,” You didn’t realize you were shaking until you felt Junnie’s hands on your shoulder stabilizing you. 

“You have his contact, tell you no and I’m sure he won’t put the song out without your permission. If he does, we will sue him for everything he is worth. Now breathe,” Junnie commanded and you breathed in and out deeply to get your nerves under control. Once you felt more in control of your body Junnie dropped her hands and you opened up the KKT app. 

Rosette

Don’t you dare publish that song with me in it

You were ready to move to block him, sure that he wouldn’t reply as he said he would be busy when his reply came. 

Dwaekki ??? What’s wrong? Did you not like the song anymore?

You breathed in harshly through your nose as you thought of how innocent he tried to sound.

Rosette

Idk Seo Changbin of Stray Kids, why don’t you tell me.

Dwaekki

…ah, I’m sorry.  I promise, I never meant to lie to you

Rosette

You really got me good, pretending to be my fan, pretending to be a rapper starting out Did your company plan to use me or did you think of this all on your own

Dwaekki

Wait! I never once lied about being your fan My company has nothing to do with this. Could we please meet up? It’s going to be easier to explain this in person

Rosette

There’s nothing for you to explain, good luck on your solo album but I want no part of it If you include my rap I will seek legal action. Goodbye.

You blocked him before he could get a chance to reply. “I fucking hate people,” you said as you hugged Junnie who gently patted you on the back.

“He came again today,” Junnie told you as she shut the door behind herself.

“Fuck, you’d think idols have more idol things to do,” you said as you sank into the chair willing it to just swallow you up. It had already been a week since you blocked Changbin and he had shown up every day trying to talk to you. Junnie and Jaehyun always stopped him at the entrance to forbid him from entering and every time he begged to let him in so that he could talk to you. 

“At least he always leaves politely,” Junnie said as she sat down in the chair next to you. “Any thoughts of maybe… you know…”

“Hearing him out?” You finished her question knowing full well what she wanted to ask. In fact, both her and Jaehyun tried to talk you into hearing him out before. “I can’t say after a whole week of him showing up that I’m not tempted to find out what he wants. But at the same time…the fact that he just straight up lied to me. Paired with the fact that he’s from the mainstream industry… I can’t bear it.” You thought about the time that the two of you spent together working on music together. Had all of that been lies just to get you to work on the song with him. To get to use your name like the others before him had tried to.

“It’s just every time we turn him away he looks closer and closer to crying. You know I’m usually good at reading people and I can’t help but think there’s more to this situation than meets the eye.” 

Junnies words kept replaying over and over in your head even as you exited through the back door of the building. It was just about 4 am and both your mind and soul were tired. You didn’t usually stay as late but these days you didn’t want to be alone as much. If you were alone you would start to analyze every little interaction you had with Changbin just trying to figure out what had been real and what had been fake. It was exhausting how much he stayed on your mind even though you only really met him twice. You thought back to all the times you were texting just before you went on stage where he spammed you with cheering emojis and the word FIGHTING.  Had they all been lies? You shook your head to clear your head as the cold early morning air hit you. 

“Rosette…” you heard his voice before you saw him and you felt yourself stiffen.

“What do you want?” You asked harshly as you turned to look at him. He was once again wearing all black this time in a black hoodie instead of a T-shirt. He had his mask on so you could only see his eyes. You realized what Junnie meant when you saw how bloodshot and red his eyes were, they were just barely holding back tears. 

“I know it is super creepy of me to wait for you like this but I really wanted to talk to you and explain everything,” he pleaded with you as he kept his distance, not taking any steps forward. You had a choice to make, run instead and get Jaehyun to drive him away, walk away and hope that he doesn’t follow you, or, actually, hear him out and maybe get some real answers. 

“There’s a cafe nearby and there shouldn’t be too many people at this time,” you said as you turned to walk to the cafe you mentioned. There were no footsteps following you so you turned back to ask, “are you coming or not?” The realization that you were giving him a chance finally sunk in as he quickly walked toward you. The walk to the cafe was silent as you led the way with Changbin behind you, you felt a little bit like a mother duck leading a stray duckling. The two of you entered the cafe and you found seats near the back. You both ordered an iced americano and then fell into an awkward silence once the waiter left. Changbin took off his mask and you noticed how haggard he looked with very noticeable dark eye bags. Once your drinks arrived the only sound of the clinking of ice as the two of you drank. Finally not able to handle the silence anymore you broke it first. “So what exactly is it that you want to say?” You asked as you fiddled with the straw.

“Right, um, first, I want to say sorry. I should have told you the truth from the beginning that I was an idol. I promise that I never meant to lie to you, things just got out of hand and I was too scared to correct things.”

“Scared?” You asked as you toyed around with the idea in your head. Changbin, scared of you? 

“Scared that you would hate me for it. The first day you told me about how much you hated people in the mainstream music industry and I thought that maybe if you knew me first… there was a chance you wouldn’t hate me even after I revealed everything. But then the more I got to know you the more I didn’t want to risk you hating me at all and… now we’re here.  I swear to my family that through the lies I never once lied to you about how I’m a fan of yours and respect you and your music so much. Everything about how much I enjoyed and took inspiration from your mixtape was the truth. We can call and ask Chan Hyung or Jisung if you want, they know how much I had your music on during our toughest moments,” he was rambling a little as he took his phone out and placed it before you. The desperation in his eyes really made you want to believe him but there was a part of you, the part that had been hurt by someone in the industry before, that was so cynical. 

“I’m guessing they’re members of your group so, of course, they would back up any story you told,” you said as you crossed your arms. You watched as Changbin seemed to deflate as your words sunk in.

“I guess you’re right, why would you trust them when you don’t even trust me. But please don’t think badly of Chan or Jisung because of me, they were never involved in this. Maybe I should have gone to Chan Hyung earlier, if he were the one in my position he would never have messed it up as much as I have. What can I do to win your trust back?”

“I don’t know, I promised myself to never get involved in the mainstream industry ever again. Even if I were to say forgive you there’s still no way that I would let you put anything to do with me out there.”

“Of course! I should have made it clear from the beginning but I would never ever ever publish your rap without your permission. I wanted to apologize and ask for forgiveness because I didn’t want you to hate me, not because I wanted to put the song out. If you want we can go to my dorm right now and I’ll delete the track right in front of you.” Changbin stood up ready to head out but you tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie to sit him back down again. 

“If you’re willing to go that far, I guess it isn’t fair for me to keep blaming you. I guess I never really asked you what group you were in either, I just sort of assumed,” perhaps part of the reason that you were so upset was that you had easily let your guard down for Changbin. He had won you over with his praise for your music and the way that he looked at you with sparkles in his eyes. “So you’re company had nothing to do with you finding me? I’ve had my fair share of agents wanting to use me as a hot search topic.”

“It was my idea from the start, I spoke to my manager about it and he sent you the email but you never replied. I didn’t tell anyone from the company when I went to find you and I only just told Chan Hyung what happened. He really let me know how stupid I was but neither of us has told the company yet so please don’t worry about the song.”

“Alright then, I’m choosing to trust you again,” Changbin perked up at what you said and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Last chance,” you said with a small pout and he nodded his head feverishly. The two of you sat in a much more comfortable silence than when you first walked in, both of you in your heads just going over what was discussed. 

“Can I ask you something?” Changbin suddenly asked.

“Yeah sure.”

“Why is it that you hate the mainstream music industry so much?” It was an innocent question but you felt your grip tighten around your cup and you must have presented an ugly expression because Changbin suddenly spoke up again. “Nevermind you don’t have to answer that.”

“No, it’s just,” you didn’t want to speak of your disdain for the industry because it meant bringing up emotional scars that barely healed but at the same time you knew that as much as Changbin owed you an apology, you owed him an explanation. “It’s a long story,” you said as gently as you could to show that you weren’t angry.

“You don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to.”

“But you want to know don’t you?” You saw Changbin freeze before timidly nodding his head. “I released my first mixtape when I was sixteen. It was before I branded myself as Rosette when I didn’t really have any sense of identity yet. Looking back I don’t think it was any good but it was honest and experimental. Very teen angst,” you said with a smile as you remembered some of the songs you put out. “It caught the eye of a small entertainment company who sort of ambushed me outside of school. They promised me everything under the sun, how they would make me into the words next biggest rap star, how I would get to work with all my favorite artists, how I was an unpolished diamond, and how they saw so much potential in me. I of course fell for it, so young and naive,” you shook your head as you remembered how excited and pure-hearted you had been back then. Changbin stayed silent as he gave you the space and time to collect your thoughts and get to the next part of your story. “After that, I started training with them, I was really confused because all I wanted was to be a rapper but they were making me go to dancing classes and singing classes. They told me that even to do well in the industry I had to be good at everything. They started putting me with these other girls and styled us however they wanted. I wasn’t even allowed to wash my hair unless I had permission. The other girls all hated me because it was obvious that I wasn’t looking for the idol life, I just wanted to rap and make my own music. But they even tried to change the way I rapped. Be softer, be cuter, try rapping in a higher pitch voice they told me,” at this point in the story you realized how your voice was trembling. You felt a touch on your hand and looked up to see Changbin had reached over to place his hand over yours in a comforting manner. You took a few deep breaths to calm your nerves before you continued, “by the time I turned eighteen they took us to perform at clubs. It was practice for music shows they told us. By then I had completely changed myself to how they wanted, I rapped and sang and danced just as they had taught me. They styled us in short dresses that barely covered anything but we weren’t allowed to complain. I went on stage every day just hoping maybe the stage could collapse or the lights would just fall and kill me.” You felt Changbin’s grip on your hand tighten. You brought out your other hand to pat his hand. “I don’t think like that anymore,” you said as he loosened his grip just slightly.

“I just can’t imagine…” he said before trailing off. 

“Yeah I was at a dark place, but I still had hopes of making it you know, just like they said I would. Until one day I had enough, the company manager walked backstage and I told him that I couldn’t do this anymore. This wasn’t who I was and this wasn’t what they promised me. He sent everyone else away and told me that… he told me that I was stupid to believe them. That I was lucky they signed me at all because I didn’t have any talent but I was pretty so they gave me a chance.”

“That son of a bitch,” Changbin said under his breath but you heard him.

“He berated me and went on and on about how there were prettier more talented girls and that I was lucky they kept me around. He told me that if he wanted to he could send me to clients because that was clearly all that I was going to be good for.” You started trembling at the memory of how he had gotten up and in your face and sneered at you with his yellow stained teeth. 

“Can I hug you?” Changbin asked quietly. You looked at him in surprise. “I just really want to hug you right now,” he said and couldn’t but nod. He walked over to sit in the chair next to you and pulled you into a hug wrapping his arms around you. You felt his warmth and the steady rise and fall of his chest that helped you stay grounded. “What happened next?” He asked his voice right in by your ear.

“He was really angry but he told me that he was willing to forgive my foolishness if I let him…” you couldn’t finish the rest of your words but you knew Changbin understood as he gently patted you on the back of the head.

“That inhumane bastard.”

“He broke me down so much that I almost let him, but then Junnie walked in.”

“The owner of the club?”

“Yeah, she walked in and told him that everything he said was recorded and that if he didn’t dissolve my contract then and there she would present the evidence to the police. There never was any recording but she had heard him shouting at me from outside and decided to help me. She helped set me free but I wasn’t really free. I let his words sink in and get to me. I thought that I was worthless and talentless. I was so lost and afraid that I ended up just pouring everything I felt into music. That was how Rose Colored Dreams came to be. Everything was an outpouring of my darkest moment. I wasn’t going to ever put it out there but Junnie would come to check up on me and she encouraged me to put the music out there. If nothing else then as a closing chapter to that part of my life. I didn’t expect it to blow up the way it did.”

“Some the best art comes from when we hurt the most.”

“Yeah and with the success of it came more people coming to try and sign me. They came at me with the same praise in almost the same tone. How they would make me into a star and I couldn’t help but be afraid. I couldn’t bear to lose who I was anymore not when I just barely managed to pull myself together.” You heard a slight sniffle and you pulled away from the hug to see tears falling down Changbin’s face. “Oh god, why are you crying?” You used the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe the tears from his face. 

“I’m sorry I just never…I never knew,” Changbin turned away and used his arm to wipe at his face. You gently patted his head as he tried to get his tears under control.

“It’s all in the past now, to be honest, I have friends that work in the mainstream music industry and they are all doing fine. It’s easier to irrationally hate something than to admit that I’m scared he was right.” You looked around the cafe to make sure that no one was noticing what was going on in your corner. Fortunately, maybe due to the early time, no one was looking to see an idol crying and hugging you. You were glad that you had made partial peace with your past so that you weren’t crying as well. “Come one now, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Changbin said as he distanced himself and wiped at his own face. The two of you were silent for a few minutes as Changbin stopped crying. In a moment of wanting to comfort him, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“I’m kinda touched you’d cry for me like this,” you said as you gently played with his finger. “I’ve spent so long crying alone that now I’m a bit numb to the whole thing.”

“Did he ever even get in trouble?” Changbin looked up and you saw how serious his expression was.

“As far as I know the company is now bankrupt, I tried contacting some of the other girls when I left but they told me it was their dream and they’d do anything they needed to. At some point I could have sued him but I really just wanted to leave this all behind me and not have my name tied to him,” you thought back to the time when you’d just cry when you heard his name.

“I just wish he got what he deserved,” Changbin looked away from you into the distance and you could almost see gears turning in his head as he thought. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I just… I have an idea but I just still don’t know if it’s a good one or not,” he said, not yet looking at you. 

“An idea?” 

“You know what the best type of revenge is?” He asked as he turned to you and it almost looked like his eyes were shining.

“Not really?” You had no idea where he was going with his question. You let go of his hand and grabbed at your coffee with both hands suddenly feeling nervous.

“Success is the best type of revenge,” he spoke with such convention that you were almost immediately swayed until you realized what that meant.

“You can’t be serious?”

“You’re so talented and it’s obvious, you don’t need me to tell it to you, the crowd that comes to see you at the club and the listens you get on SoundCloud are proof enough. The underground scene is amazing but I would love to see you have official albums, and music videos, perform at music shows and be able to hold your own concerts. Then one day you’ll be everywhere and that asshole is going to see it and regret every single decision he’s ever made,” Changbin spoke with so much conviction that you could almost picture the look of despair on your former boss's face. It wasn’t that you never thought about getting back at him, it was just you never thought of the method Changbin mentioned. 

“I don’t know, I just still don't think I can properly trust the industry,” you spoke truthfully as you felt the fear tug at your heart. As appealing as the future Changbin drew up was, you knew that it was equally uncertain and full of danger.

“Why don’t you come to some of our Stray Kids rehearsals and practices? See how we interact with the JYP staff? We might be idols but we get a lot of freedom, especially with our music. I wouldn’t say things are perfect but it would show you a healthier company artist relationship. Then I can ask Chan hyung to ask some of the GOT7 Hyungs to talk to you about the agencies they joined. Most of them are now at smaller agencies and they get even more freedom about every aspect of music and creative direction,” Changbin spoke with a soft smile and a spark in his eyes.

“They’re just going to let a total stranger like me watch you guys?” You asked a little bit swayed but still plenty skeptical of his idea. 

“We can say that you’re there to help me with my album in the spare time between practice. I promise at the end of all this if you decide that you still don’t want any part of the mainstream industry, I’ll never bring any of this up again.” Changbin held one hand up while he placed the other on his chest in the classic swearing of an oath position. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just observe,” you said after thinking his suggestion through. There was no danger in just taking a look and then walking away, you thought to yourself.

“Lee Know Hyung are you ready to show your abs?”

“Yah Hwang Hyunjin, are you ready to be deep-fried?” Lee Know said almost two calmly as he stood up to chase after a half screaming half-laughing Hyunjin. You and Changbin made eye contact and you couldn’t help but shake your head at their antics. 

It had been four days since you first started “shadowing” Stray Kids. On the first day, Changbin introduced you to the members and most of the staff, and you were blown away by how many members of staff there were. There were two main managers with three helpers and then there were other staff members there depending on the activity for the day. You had given Changbin the okay to tell his members you were there to observe the workings of the mainstream music industry while most of the staff were told that you were there to help with Changbin’s new album when he had time to spare. It wasn’t too suspicious since details of his album were supposed to be finalized once they finished preparing for and performing this special stage for a music show. You were a bit surprised when you realized how busy he actually was and how much time he wasted trying to talk to you at the club when he should have been sleeping.

“It was all worth it now that I’ve at least managed to convince you to be here,” he said when you pointed out how you wished he had prioritized himself more.

“If you’re going to flirt can you do it when you’re alone?” Seungmin said with a grin before he ran away as Changbin chased him screaming.

You noticed that Changbin was much louder around his member. He also tended to act cute and put on a voice while the others pretended to gag. You enjoyed watching how the members interacted quite freely as they joked around and played with each other in the moments they weren’t practicing. You were surprised to see the managers and staff join in on the clowning around, with the members hugging the managers or jumping on them on more than one occasion. 

In fact, at this very moment, Felix has one manager in a bear hug as he questioned him about a kitten that the manager had adopted. “Bring the kitty and we can lock Hyunjin away so that it won’t affect his allergies,” Felix said as the manager struggled in vain. Hyunjin looked at Felix with an expression of betrayal which gave Lee Know the chance to finally catch him and then all that followed were the sounds of laughter mixed with one tortured scream.

“They’re so loud aren’t they?” Jeongin asked as he sat beside you and pointed his open bag of potato chips at you. You politely took one potato chip and couldn’t help but nod as an answer. “It’s like a zoo sometimes,” Jeongin said with a soft chuckle and eyes full of love. 

At first, you had asked that everyone pretend that you weren’t there at all but that plan quickly fell apart. The kids were much friendlier than you had thought idols would be (which to be fair you should have expected with how friendly Changbin was). After Changbin introduced everyone, four of them had surrounded you to talk about your music and how big fans they were and it took a couple of disgruntled mumbles from Lee Know to get them into position for practice. You had thought he was mad at you but then he wordlessly handed you a piece of chocolate as he ate one himself.

“Why did you give her chocolate when you said you only had one left when I asked?” Chan had asked as he crossed his arms. 

You had been about to offer the chocolate to Chan when Lee Know pointed at Chan and said, “because she didn’t spend five minutes talking and being distracted instead of getting into position like I asked.”

“Technically speaking she’s the distraction though,” as soon as the words were out of Han’s mouth both Felix and Changbin stood up.

“He’s just joking!”

“She’s not a distraction!”

They both shouted pretty much over each other before you had even had a chance to digest what Han said. When everything finally hit you, you were quick to move toward the door. You weren’t upset at being called a distraction but you didn’t want there to be tension in the group because of you, “I’m sorry maybe it’s better if I-“ you didn’t manage to finish the sentence before Chan moved to block you from the door. 

“Why don’t we all calm down a bit?” Chan had said as he gestured for both Felix and Changbin to sit back down. When they did Chan sighed as he explained, “look no one thinks you’re a distraction yeah?” All the boys nodded at his question, “Han was just trying to make a joke but he tends to get flustered when he’s nervous so it came out wrong”. You looked over to see that Han had his head down but you could see how red his face was. “He’s a fan of yours too but it takes him a while to approach new people,” Chan whispered in your ear to further explain the situation. “Now Felix and Binnie less yelling, yeah? I know everyone’s excited but we’re going to end up scaring her away and then Binnie will get upset,” He said the next part out loud and you couldn’t help but giggle at how loudly Changbin complained as Chan just shook his head. Everyone seemed to have calmed down and the tension in the room dissipated like it was never there. You were in a way a little jealous of the boys, they were clearly friendly with each other and got along. It was nothing like when you were with the girls and the interaction between everyone reflected that. 

Some of your favorite moments had been when you were with 3racha in the wee small hours of the morning, just watching as they organized and worked on tracks together. Besides the tracks that Changbin had worked on alone he also wanted to feature some 3racha tracks and as you watched them worked you’d chime in with some suggestions or ask them questions. The guys were truly allowed to work freely with their music and you really respected that. You also respected how well the staff truly treated them as one of their managers or helpers would often pop in to ask if they needed food or try to usher them home when it got too late. It was a level of support that you had never experienced before.

“So? What do you think?” Changbin asked as the two of you sat down at the JYP cafeteria to grab a late dinner while Chan needed the room to do his Vlive.

“I think you guys should totally rerecord Wow and put it on the album,” you replied with a laugh. You had managed to get them to play you the song after you heard them talking about it as a joke. In all honesty, you didn’t cringe as hard as they did but you did have a good laugh at their expressions more than the actual song. You thought the song was kinda cute, to be honest.

“That’s not what I was asking about,” Changbin whined and you couldn’t help but grin at how cute he looked. 

“I know, but I saw my chance and took it,” you replied playfully back. 

“You have been spending too much time around the boys,” he said with a shake of his head but a smile on his face. “Seriously though what do you think?”

“I think that I understand what you were trying to prove and that yeah my fear of working with a mainstream company has subsided a fair bit. I’m still not entirely sure that this is the route that I want to take though.” You were honest and serious with your thoughts as you told them to Changbin. You saw how well the managers and staff got along with the boys and how well they were being supported by all the different people in the company but you were never going to be as successful as Stray Kids. You were also not going to be an idol so you couldn’t be sure that you would get the same level of support or care. 

“I’ll ask Chan Hyung to introduce you to some of the Got7 Hyungs at different agencies and they can talk to you about what it’s like working there. There are two at more hip hop based companies so maybe that will fit you more.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked the question that had plagued your mind for a while now. There was no reason that you could see for Changbin to do as much as he did for you. You felt both guilty and curious about his reasons and today was finally the day that you could no longer hold the question in.

“I respect your music so I want to see you succeed as well as the fact that I like you,” he said simply as he took a bite of his chicken, so simply that it took you a few seconds to let what he said sink in.

“You like me?” You asked unsure if you heard him right. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I or the members have been particularly subtle about it,” he shrugged and you had to agree. The others often joked or cooed when Changbin got you food or a drink and there had been more than a few mentions of how Changbin would be upset if any of them upset you. 

“When you say like… you mean…” you trailed off not sure how exactly to ask the question but luckily for you, Changbin seemed to know exactly what you wanted to say.

“I mean I like you romantically, but first and foremost I like your music and your talent. I generally want you to be so famous that the person who hurt you will be crushed under the weight of his own anguish. I think I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you based on your music but you really stole my heart when I first saw you perform at the club. I didn’t know the full weight of my feeling until recently when I saw you smile as Jeongin told you some sort of joke and I wished that I could always see you smile like that,” Changbin’s expression was soft as he looked at you while he spoke. His eyes suddenly widened as he hurriedly added, “but I promise that I’m no way expecting anything in return! I don’t want you to think that I’m doing any of this to get you to date me!”

In all honesty, if you hadn’t spent so much time with Changbin and observing him maybe you would have been uncomfortable with the situation. It might have hit a little too close to home to your past experience but you now trusted Changbin. You saw how he treated you, how he reassured you, how he treated the staff and how he treated his members. There was no doubt in your mind that Changbin was a good person and that he meant what he said. There was also no doubt that you yourself might have developed slight feelings over the last few days. Still, you knew that a relationship at the moment was something that neither of you could handle. Your silence as you thought over how you were going to respond seemed to worry Changbin who suddenly spoke again.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, if it makes things better you won’t even need to see me anymore I’ll ask Chan Hyung to help and then that will be it. I just wanted to let you since I didn’t want to lie to you about my feelings, I understand how this looks-”

“I trust you, Binnie,” you said as you gently cut him off. The look of worry on his face warped into a shy smile at how you used his nickname. “I trust you, and maybe when I’ve settled on what I’m doing in the future, I can take you out on a date as thanks?” 

His grin became a full-blown smile and you couldn’t help but think that no matter what you decided to do it would be alright as long as his smile was there to support you.

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this,” you whined as the took a sip of your coffee. The makeup Unnie watched you like a hawk to make sure that you didn’t smudge your lipstick.

“You’ll be fine just do as we did in the camera rehearsal,” Changbin said as he walked over to give you a kiss on your forehead. He had to tiptoe due to the shoes that you were wearing and you heard the hair Unnies mutter under their breath about how he was going to mess up both your hair.

“Yeah but that was a rehearsal, this is going to contain an actual audience of your fans that will tear me apart if I mess this up for you.” You playfully pushed Changbin away as you pouted out your worries.

“Once the music comes on you are going to kill it besides I should be the one worried about your fans, every underground hiphop rapper has basically said they can’t believe you choose to work with me,” he pulled you into a back hug and you felt the security of his strong arms around you.

“Do the two of you really have to flirt so openly like this?” Your manager asked as Changbin’s manager (and the rest of the staff) nodded in agreement.

 “She just debuted a week ago and this is your first solo promotion, we really don’t need a scandal right now,” Changbin’s manager added and the nodding increased in speed all around.

“I don’t know I’ve seen the comments under the song teaser and there are quite a few people on both sides that ‘ship’ us,” you said as you and Changbin smiled at each other.

“She’s right, in fact, we might even double the views if we got caught I’d say.”

“Changbin no!” Both your managers shouted and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh. Changbin placed his chin on your shoulder and you couldn’t help but lean over and give him a quick little kiss. 

“I still can’t believe I let you talk me into performing this song though, why can’t you just stick to performing your title track?” You went back to whining after you pulled away from the kiss. 

“I can’t help but want to showcase my best b-side,” he replied as he let you go and the Unnie’s immediately came over to fix both the both of you up.

“I’m telling Channie and Hannie you said that,” you said as you stuck out your tongue at him.

“They’ll understand, I love the song with 3racha but there’s something special about the song I made with my girlfriend.”

My beloved streetlight shining on the darkest night Your kindness was my guiding light Thank you for showing me what love could be Thank you for loving me for me

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

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