#(( Also I apologize in advance if he's a little bit of a douche. ))

[smiledotdeer]

@damian-morningstar​ (continued)

“Your sister?”

He eyes the other up and down.

“I fail to see the resemblance.”

[ryuichirou]

can we get an in depth analysis on why you see certain twst characters as top or bottom? i’m very curious to see what goes on in those minds of the both of you. always enjoy the content, that’s why im asking 💕💕💕 also merry christmas/happy holidays!!!

Anon! Happy New Year (very belated) and sorry for the wait <3

I’m so happy you enjoy our content, and I’m glad you’re interested! But to be honest, it’s a bit of a difficult question to answer. The “decision” isn’t usually a result of any deep thinking, it’s just the “vibes” and “feels” we get. Well, I’ve mentioned it in this post, and you’ve probably read it already: there are certain types of characters that are more likely for us to be seen as tops or bottoms, but even this isn’t necessarily a very thought-out thing. It’s an emotional thing, plus kinship with some characters, plus us liking certain ship dynamics… I guess we just have a radar based on our own preferences lol So for every character the main and the true reason behind our choice is simply “oh I really want them to top/to bottom”.

Keeping that in mind, I’ll try to analyze characters a bit more!

Oh and one more thing about kinship: let’s be honest we all associate ourselves with characters to a certain degree, so it actually also plays a huge role for us. Since Katsu and I have certain preferences ourselves, and we approach and dive into ships together, there is a lot of “he’s just like me for real” going on. I’m saying it now because otherwise this whole list is going to just me going “Ortho is a top because he is MEEEEEEEEE and I want to fuck Idia hence he is a bottom” and “this one is Katsu Katsu is this one this one is so similar to Katsu oh my lawd” and “Katsu finds the tweels super hot” over and over and over again lol Still, I apologize in advance.

(This post is going to be super long…)

Riddle – Oh he’s such a tsundere and I’m weak for tsunderes… I think I mentioned it in our replies yesterday: Riddle is our sheltered homeschooled kid at his first party. I love howtight and strict he tries to be, and that deep inside he’s just a crying little kid craving for fun things to happen to him. The whole “he is so aggressively against fun, but in actuality he would love it if he got fucked by someone” works very well with him. And he’s just so cute when he gets mad..!!

Ace – oh my god he is a douchebag. If a character is a douchebag, we are very likely to consider him being a top lol You’ll definitely notice this trend. He has these vibes of “that one classmate” and has just enough of a “just your average” energy to be read as just your average guy who lazes around, plays videogames and masturbates…  like just some anime protag? But he isn’t surrounded by a harem of girls, he doesn’t even like girls, he has to embrace the fact that he wants to fuck his best friend lol AND HE IS A MASSIVE DOUCHEBAG and that makes him insufferable, and in our book it means he’s a top.

Deuce – not every character who is a softie would automatically be a bottom, but this one is. In all honesty, Deuce is such a sweetheart bimbo that we just can’t help but want him to bottom. Especially with him having a delinquent era, and Ace (since he is the main boy we ship him with) just being a douche with no real criminal past (lol), it’s fun when Deuce just surrenders to Ace and gets vulnerable because being fucked by Ace feels too good.

Trey – the idea of him being super in love with Riddle and wanting to get intimate with him for the longest time, craving him almost in a feral way, but restraining himself because he doesn’t want to scare him away, is like… way too good of a trope. Plus, he looks like a firefighter/stripper who also bakes, and despite the fact that we don’t really like the trope of a man who’s going to take care of his lover, Trey has this unhingeness that makes him a lovely top to play with. He tries so hard to be gentle…

Cater – it’s a bit vaguer with him, we don’t pay enough attention to Cater and don’t have ships with him, but in theory, he seems to be someone who takes the initiative (i.e. flirts), even if this whole shtick is fake; and we usually get top vibes from characters with this attitude.

Leona – he’s just more fun when he bottoms. It’s his one redeeming quality… He is good-looking and sexy, and him being a pissy pillow princess who demands attention just works better for us than him being a cocky top – the latter would probably make him super unlikeable for us simply because of his attitude. It’s a bit difficult to explain.

Ruggie – mostly because we ship him with Leona and Jamil, and also because giving him some “power” just feels like a nice way to balance out some of the shit he goes through. Plus, a skinny and kind of weak hyena boy mounting other characters and being good at sex? That’s poetry.

Jack – he’s a big horny pup!! You might’ve noticed it by following us, but we really like earnest tops who can’t control their feelings and urges, and Jack works super well with that trope. Plus, he is a wolfboy, and we wouldn’t pass on an opportunity to use it, come on.

Octatrio – Katsu wants to fuck them more than I do  I don’t know, the more we think about it, the more it makes sense to us that all three of them are silly dysfunctional tops. All three of them are assertive, aggressive in their own ways, capricious and have this “I can touch you however I want, but don’t you dare touch me” that feels more relatable than I care to admit lol It’s a very top trait for us.

Azul – it’s so easy to just consider him a bottom (no shade towards those who do, obviously), but he is so interesting as a top?? With his mannerisms, insecurities, over-the-top-ness, flamboyant nature: this whole image just reeks of red flags, and Azul is extremely good in this role of a toxic boyfriend… who is also very sentimental and romantic but just can’t allow himself to express it because he wants to always either be a charming gent or an absolute alpha. All of these sides of Azul are true – he is a dominant young man who likes to be in charge, but he could also get cutely upset and embarrassed. What a top.

Jade and Floyd – these two have such an apologetic dominant energy, so many hot surprisingly cruel moments. Like I mentioned when talking about the trio, they are capricious (even more-so than Azul), they see the rest of the cast as their playground and they enjoy being an uncompromising force way too much. Well, we really love them being an uncompromising force. Not to mention how creepy and big they are. It’s too much of a treat… The only thing that’s better than a 2 meters tall (and about 3 meters long if merform) sexy fish is two of those.

Kalim – aggressive “just like me for real” yelling aside, he’s just too much of an innocent dork. Dorks are just like douchebags – we tend to see them a certain way lol I know I called Deuce a bimbo just a couple of minutes ago, but Kalim has a different vibe? He’s not a bimbo, he’s just… a bit of an oblivious block who doesn’t get hints lol But he is also quite stubborn, which makes it very interesting when he suddenly gets very specific urges and expresses them. He fits the trope of the top who is helpless when horny super nicely.

Jamil – my personal bias is super strong with this one oof 0 days since the last time I was horny for Jamil; the whole thing just suits him way too much. Be it Jamil in his basketball form or Jamil in silks and golden chains, he always has so much natural sex appeal that it’s both aesthetically pleasing and a fun thing to play with story-wise. Well it’s obvious, we honestly do it a lot in our Jamil-related content. Plus, the fact that he could be very seductive and “feminine”… while also not really being feminine and having an athletic build and a deep voice. It’s very good.

Vil – this one is also filled with my personal bias lol But even then, Vil just looks too good in this position?? The Queen must be pleased and pleasured?? But also chased down and abused because dark themes and all??  I’m also way too into the fact that Vil is very strong and gets into fights all the time: it’s this combination of him being stoic and passionate and easily angered, snarky and genuine and cute, but also? He gives off massive “oneesan” type and I’m powerless against those. Plus let’s be honest, if there is one person at NRC who actively bottoms and is very comfortable with this fact, it has to be Vil.

Rook – the reasoning for this one is a combination of my reasoning for the Tweels and for Kalim lol A psychotic assertive weirdo who is at the same time weirdly oblivious but also scarily all-knowing, plus he’s super horny all the time and flirts with everyone… we have this bingo card thing for Katsu’s type that we fill sometimes for fun, and, if I remember correctly, Rook almost checked all the boxes. His unhingeness, his knowledge and his power gives him a lot of top sex appeal for us. By the way, the fact that he is also a fucking chunk of meat? I can’t get over the fact that Rook is bulkier than Trey.

Epel – He’s small and stupid and cute… Just like Deuce, he’s also a bimbo but a more feisty one. Plus! His inner conflict makes it even better! With Epel being not wanting to be perceived as feminine, but also enjoying being a bottom, and finding some empowerment in being a bottom, and then attempting to be a power bottom but also failing because he has no experience whatsoever, but still having this bratty spunk and eagerness to try everything. He was built for this lol

Idia – I JUST LOVE HIM WAY TOO MUCH but also? Speaking of someone who checks off all the boxes: Idia is perfect. He is so easily freaked out, but also snarky and nasty and a smart-ass and at the same time super cute and isn’t really into romance and stuff but also deeply romantic and in general he’s just a giggling shaking crying mess, it really is perfection. He’s just… so much fun when he bottoms? This is why almost all the time I draw him he’s overwhelmed with emotions when other people just do things with him: Idia is kind of the sweetest victim to torment. His face, his scrawny body, his hair, his pathetic little face and his teeth – all of it just yells “bottom” to me. I think I stopped making sense at some point here lol

Ortho – his adoration towards Idia is the most relatable thing in the world lol We have a very deep connection with these two. But we also really like the fact that it’s kind of unexpected for Ortho to take the top position? But once you start noticing how strict he could be with Idia and how pushy he is sometimes, it ends up feeling way too natural. But also the idea of someone being so cute and short but also being one of the most powerful tops in the cast is an amusing concept that we love a lot. Plus, he is a robot, so once again, we wouldn’t miss an opportunity to play around with this idea.

Lilia – similarly to Ortho, we just love the idea of a small and cute top. It’s fun, unexpected and empowering lol Especially considering how much Lilia likes to be cute and to emphasize his own cuteness with long sleeves and tiny shorts. We really love how tiny top/tall bottom look visually, but also Lilia’s personality has such a strong dominant vibe that we absolutely love. As a bonus, sometimes Lilia feels like a “pervy ossan” type. Dirty grandpa… + I didn’t think we would push the “Lilia has a big dick” jokes so far that they would become a default for our content, but honestly? If the shoe fits…

Malleus – oh the great confusing one that confuses us no longer. Malleus is very flirty, but with the way he flirts, I always feel some kind of provocation. Like he tosses the ball to another person and expects them to make their move. He’s a prince after all, his job is to enjoy the suitor’s advances and get pleased and amused by them. Or to get pissed off and send them flying. I don’t know, Malleus has such strong demanding bottom vibes to us, and with how pretty he looks when he bottoms, it’s a shame that he doesn’t get drawn like that more often. His tail needs to be rubbed in all the good places…

Silver – he is so desperately selfless and loyal and a bit oblivious, you kind of get an urge to take advantage of him when you look at him. And by “you” I mean mostly me lol And him being sleepy only enhances this feeling. He seems so… helpless, as if you could be very mean to him, both as an artist and as his top (oh lucky ones). And he’s way too pretty… Come on, white eyelashes and pretty sleepy eyes and silky hair???

Sebek – SEBEK. He is so loud and obnoxious and stupid AND A DOUCHE who ALSO HAS NO CONTROL OVER HIS OWN URGES so based on everything you’ve read in his post so far, I think you can see why he’s perfect lol Sebek is also a great example of a character being a top but not necessarily being the one in charge… but still being dominant? Sebek has such strong beliefs in hierarchy that it’s honestly very amusing to think about scenarios in which he would act so unworthily towards his liege, but technically not breaking the chain of command because Malleus allowed this… it would fry his brain. And we love it a lot. Plus, half-fae anatomy is an amazing asset to play with.

I’m sorry, I think I started to sound very horny half way through lol

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

I really enjoyed seeing your style advance in your most recent post on here! Short little request (only if you want to!) Angsty Break up/make-up with punk! (Or Desolation Row) Gerard based on the "you see me in hindsight" part of Taylor Swift's Wildest Dreams?

Title: Wildest Dreams A/N: UGH I LOVED THIS REQUEST. I literally wrote this entire thing in a day, I just got down to it. I've also been meaning to write something more angsty recently, but was never able to figure out what I should write about, so this was PERFECT. Pairing: Punk/Desolation Row!Gerard x F!REader Word count: 4,910 words Warnings: LOTS of angst, fighting (both physical and verbal), swearing, all the good angsty, breakup stuff.

If there was more than one way to say “fuck you” you would’ve screamed every single one at him by now.

You had devoted so much of yourself to him. You paid for the two of you to live in a basic 800 square foot apartment in a crappy neighborhood because his stupid band could never actually get a grip on any decent money. Scratch that- they couldn’t get any money at all.

On top of the thousands of dollars you had clearly wasted supporting the dream of a man who was nothing short of a douche bag, you had become attached to him in such an insufferable manner. You loved him, absolutely loved him. And he said he had loved you too, many times actually. You reflected on the times when he seemed to have meant it, when that hazel color in his eyes seemed to mix with your own so well as you stared at each other, or when his hand gave yours one of those little squeezes as he said it. Or right after he would gently kiss you, which was relatively rare. Most of the time it was somewhat aggressive and harsh.

You weren’t really sure how it all happened. It was a mutual decision as you screamed at the top of your lungs a fired up, “Get the fuck out of my house” and he screamed right back, “I was already planning on it”. And now it had been a week.

No calls, no texts, no nothing. It wasn’t like you had tried, all of your friends had reminded you that he would’ve reached out by now if he actually wanted to apologize or mature up a bit. Something that you scoffed at, because Gerard could never mature. Not even in your wildest dreams.

Gerard was now in his brother’s basement, laying on the couch as some random music played in the background. He took his current cigarette out of his mouth, letting the smoke linger above his head as he exhaled, staring up at the slightly stained ceiling.

Break ups had never been hard. At first, he figured this one wouldn’t be either. He started off the day after finding himself with another girl in the back of his car, but midway through his desperate attempt to get any feeling all he could see on her face was you. He had to shake his head a bit and get a grip, which didn’t work because all he heard was your voice beginning for more, not the other girls.

Day two he got seduced by a girl at a bar. She was pretty, average height, blonde, skinny, his average hookup. But as her hands roamed his body they felt like a strangers. He remembered how you always knew where he was most sensitive, his favorite move of yours being how your delicate fingers danced along the skin on the back of his neck while his hands gripped on your waist. You would always be quick to whisper another “I love you”, just loud enough where he could hear it but the sound would never dare to depart the invisible bubble the two of you had created. 

He always knew you meant it to. Your eyes lit up a bit, I miss her eyes. He thought. And he always meant it to, he just wasn’t great at showing that. Or love in general.

Day three he got drunk. Something that was stupid and he hadn’t done much since the two of you had gotten together. You scolded him like a mother when he drank too much, and even in his deeply drunken state he always remembered you trying to carry him back home and making sure he got to bed safe. Then waking up to find pain killers and water.

Day four he played with his band again. It was miserable, but somehow that only fueled the crowd. He let his anger and despair loose like a wild animal, and for a brief moment up there with the shining lights beaming down on his skin he felt like one. Like a wild animal lashing out on whatever it could.

Day five he got into a fight. Kind of by accident, but long story short the guy was just a dick. He chuckled to himself as he pondered on that self-reflection, because he was a dick too. The guy was just more of a dick than him. That’s how he ended up with a bruising black eye and busted lip. A few light scratched painted his face and played as accents as well, but he always had some form of a scratch somewhere.

He remembered the first time he had ever gotten into a fight with you there, and you drug him like a dog catcher with a new find away, scolding him, again, like the great mother he had always imagined you being some day. You were mumbling all the way home, calling him stupid and asking what made him do such a thing, and he just shrugged it off. Then you had him sit on the bed as you fixed him up as best you could, and scolded him even more when he let out any sign of pain, reminding him that “you got your ass into this”.

Day six he stayed inside all day. Mikey asked him if he wanted to go out with any of his friends and he silently shook his head. He laid on the couch all day in his own thoughts, something that deeply scared him. You just wouldn’t leave his mind. Every other girl he had ever dated had just erased themselves in two to five business days. But you stayed put on the forefront of his mind.

But of course you did. You were a no shit woman and stubborn as hell. That’s what made him love you so much. You were never scared of him, not that he ever wanted you to be, because both of you knew you could do better than him. But opposites always attract, so of course the fucked up punk with a low life band got a kick ass girlfriend with a real job and real friends and a life that was together. Maybe that’s why the relationship would never have worked out.

And then came day seven. The day he cried. He never really cried, it wasn’t something he ever did. He remembered you crying, a lot. You were strong but incredibly emotional, to a borderline envious point. You cried over friends who were struggling, over stress, over those stupid PETA commercials that show skinny and shaking dogs looking up at the camera with big puppy dogs eyes.

And shit those puppy dog eyes you put on when you wanted something. He would fall to his knees practically if you put them on, hell, even kill a man if you asked. You were just-

You were obnoxiously perfect.

He’s pretty sure he was at least on pack three by now when Mikey came in. “Okay, get the fuck up, we’re not doing this anymore.” Gerard turned his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’ve never once gotten upset over a break up. So you have one of two options: one, fuck as many girls as it takes until you’re over Y/N, or two, put your pride back up your ass and go to apologize.” “How about neither?” Gerard asked.

“Nope.” Mikey stated matter-of-factly. “Listen, as respectfully as I can put this, you’re an asshole. And you were a dick to Y/N most of the time, which was so unfair to her because of how sweet she is-” “Like the fucking sun in a person.” Gerard commented.

“Exactly! And she somehow ended up with you.” Gerard growled a bit.

“Don’t remind me.” He sighed.

“I’m pretty sure she’s on your mind 24/7.” Mikey looked at him still with a tight knit face, “So get your shit together, and go confess your love to her like some fucking Romeo and Juliet shit and then stop acting like a dick to her. Maybe you won’t be a dick to the rest of us too.”

Gerard didn’t respond for a second, “You know how Romeo and Juliet ends, right?” Mikey scoffed, turning around for a moment before absolutely blowing on his older brother to collect himself.

“Fine, I’ll give you a day to think this over. But you’ve now had a week, and I bet you my entire fucking savings account that Y/N is probably just as distraught as you if not more. So you gotta figure this shit out, Gee. Clean up your own mess for once.”

“So, what’s the plan? Glitter on his shit, really sexy pictures of you on Instagram-” “No.” You stated, your best friend, Bee, standing over you as you sulked into your bed more. His side still smelled like him despite washing the sheets at least a half dozen times this week. “Just sulk over him. I hate him.” “I know, I do too.” She admitted, sitting next to you and placing a hand on your leg. “Which is why we need to find you another man. And one who’s not a complete pain in the ass man child.” You grumbled.

“Yeah but I-” Your voice cracked a bit as you grabbed onto your pillow and hugged it more, “I loved him.” And you broke down into a sobbing fit again.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Bee sighed, running her fingers through your hair to soothe you. “You’re crying over a man who pushed every single button he knew you had and then left like it was nothing. He knew what he said, all that hurtful shit.” “Yeah, but I said some hurtful shit back.” You sniffled.

“Not to the extent that he hurt you.” She sighed, “Y/N, you gotta get over him. I love you, seriously, and that’s why I’m telling you that you could have literally any man in this entire city falling on his knees and begging for you.” “Yeah, but I don’t want them.” You replied.

“Do you want Gerard?” You shrugged.

“Not right now, no.”

“Then c’mon girl. Let’s get that skimpy little red dress that’s barely legal to wear out and get drunk!” She smiled at you and you huffed. “And no, you don’t have a choice.”

You had never felt more uncomfortable in your life.

Physically, this dress was straining. Sure, it hugged your curves in all the right way, and yes, you looked very hot, but you really craved a hoodie and sweatpants at the moment. And those high heels- you wanted to chuck them into the street.

You stood in line for this stupid club your friends raved about, they were all talking about something as you leaned up against the brick wall and zoned off a bit. It would be really nice if Gerard was here.

He loved this dress, always. He said he loved how you finally got confidence in yourself to wear it out, and despite the fact he trusted you, or at least to your best knowledge he did, he was one protective borderline jealous motherfucker. The way he would take you in backrooms and bathrooms, in the car sometimes if a guy even looked at you just the wrong way. Or when he would grip your waist so tight you almost felt your circulation come off.

“You cannot be thinking about him right now!” One of you friends, Rachel, broke you from your trance.

“Hm?” You asked looking at her.

“Seriously! There are, like, at least 50 guys in there who would practically die to get a taste of your ass! And you’re still dreaming about stupid fucking Gerard. What good did he ever even do for you?” “Oh shut the fuck up!” You fired right back, every single girl in the little circle suddenly looked shocked and paralyzed. “I know he wasn’t the best, most picturesque boyfriend, and he was shitty sometimes, of course, but at least I could die tonight and know that he genuinely cared and loved me.” “Get over yourself!” Rachel fought right back. “You’ve clearly lost your fucking mind if you are going to defend a man like him. Not even a man- a boy most of the time!”

You had no idea where this sudden flame of fire and fury came from within you but you had no control. For the first time, as your teeth seethed together and your fists grew into a ball, you understood that this was maybe how Gerard felt- all of the time.

“And who the fuck are you to give me relationship advice when the last guy you dated was a good for nothing blonde hair blue eyes type with two side chicks?”

Had you gone too far? Probably. Did you regret it? As soon as you felt her hand grab your hair, yes.

Okay, so you were in a fight. And over a man, apparently. Y/N, how the fuck did you get yourself here? You thought as she dragged you towards her. But as soon as you made eye contact, despite being below her with her hand run through your hair, you swung her right in the nose.

She fell back a bit, letting go of your hair but swiftly punched you right back, again, in the nose. You remained standing but gasped a bit, covering your nose as you saw nothing but red. At this point, you didn’t even have to take your eyes off the target to know that everyone was looking at you. You got one final swing in, right on her cheek before two security guards came up and pulled you apart, your friends too scared to get involved.

It took you a few seconds of snarling and regaining your breath, your face still contorted in anger and determination, before you actually looked around. Everyone around you seemed shocked to say the least, confused, maybe even scared. And you face softened as you realized what you had done. I fucked up.

As Bee dragged you away with her hand, walking back down the street towards your apartment, you looked around briefly in disappointment. More in yourself than anything. You sighed and looked across the street towards a local bar. I could use a fucking drink right now. Or two. Or three. Or an entire bottle of something.

Gerard, with much reluctance, had agreed to go out with Mikey and his friends. They went to the same bar for drinks, ordered the same things, and Gerard was proud to say he only had two shots. Much better than what he had done just a few days ago, a steady improvement. She would be proud, I bet.

He looked around, seeing some girls at a booth eyeing him like he was the most delicious thing all six of them had ever seen, and maybe he was, but none of them were you. So why did it matter?

“Hey man, you alright?” Mikey turned his stool at the bar to face his brother who still had a sad aurora outlining his entire personality and being at the moment.

“Yeah,” He sighed. “I fucked up real bad, didn’t I?” He asked with a tone of realization as Mikey tightly smiled and nodded.

“Yup.” He stated, taking a sip of his beer, “You fucked up. Big time.” Gerard took a deep breath.

“I’m gonna run out for a smoke, come with?” Mikey nodded in agreement, following his older brother closely behind as they made their way to the front of the building, leaning against it as Gerard quickly scavenged around in his leather jacket to find his pack, quickly lighting the one propped through his lips, impatiently waiting to feel some relief again.

“Fuck I hate this.” He muttered, talking solely out of the corner of his mouth free from intrusion of what he knew was poison wrapped in paper.

“Yeah, man, I think I could tell.” Mikey chuckled, a few moments of silence lingering between the two of them before Mikey took a deep sigh. “Listen, if you want her back, you’re really gonna have to fight for it. And you’re gonna have to change, Gee. You can’t keep being a shitty boyfriend to a girl who has probably at least a couple dozen men lined up to be her next.” “Yeah, I get that.” He removed the cigarette, letting the smoke fade into the air. “I’m scared, Mikey.” “Scared of what?” The younger brother asked, his entire face contorting into confusion and concern. Gerard had never been scared, or at least had never openly admitted to it.

“What if I actually lose her. Like, actually.” He began, “What if she moves on, finds a rich husband that actually treats her like the gorgeous, amazing, smart woman she is. Has kids and a big house in the suburbs and a stupid big fucking Suburban or something and college funds for their kids and shops at Whole Foods- and what if that guy’s not me?” “Gee,” Mikey began, not even sure where to go with this as he blankly stared at his brother, mouth wide open. “You realize you will never be that guy, right?” “I mean, the Suburban part, yeah. Who the fuck actually needs a car that big-” “No, any of that!” Mikey exclaimed. “You could be her husband, sure, but you have never been able to commit to something or someone for more than a few years, and that’s stretching it. And kids- Gee, I love you so much man, but you’re like a kid right now. A lost 17-year-old trying to run from responsibility.” He sighed, “If you wanna be that guy, you gotta grow up, mature. I love the band, but man, use your college degree! You’re still in debt from it, go find a job, be a big boy for once and do it for her!”

Gerard let it all sink in. Deep down he knew Mikey was absolutely right. Gerard was scared of growing up, so he never did. He was always a stupid 17-year-old dreamer who fucked girls and played in a punk band, dressed like he would beat your face into the cement (which, let’s be clear, he would), and ran from everything. But this- you were something he couldn’t run from.

“You’re right Mikey I-” Right as he was about to continue absolute chaos erupted across the street. The two of them looked over, a bit confused, seeing the line across the street for whatever the stupid night club was called, it was popular amongst young people.

It looked like two girls were going at it. One had the others hair, then one punched the other, than the other punched that one, and finally the girl in the red dress- wait, he’s seen that dress before. His mind began processing and searching through it’s files trying to find where he had seen it before and then- shit, it was you.

He saw Bee, your best friend (who, side note: hated Gerard from the get-go) drag you away as you looked down in shame before looking back up in almost an internal panic. He knew that look on your face, it was the pure disappointment one that always led you to a breakdown. It was the same one you always made when you failed at something or fucked something up, just with blood coming out of your nose. Wait, that’s really hot- get it together Gerard! Y/N just got into a fight!

He turned to Mikey who turned to him at the same time. “Was that who I thought it was?” Mikey asked and Gerard nodded.

You were back to being curled up in your bed, sweatpants, sweatshirt and all, crying again. This time, the only difference was an ice bag pressed against your nose. You knew that this was your fault. But you had also had it with people who just didn’t... understand.

They never would. Sometimes people find love that erupts like fireworks, makes butterflies swarm in your stomach every time you see that person, the type of love that makes you want to spend every minute of the rest of your life with that person, even if it means regular arguments filled with screaming and fighting.

You weren’t really all that sure what went wrong. Gerard was great, always, but he had just been more on edge for the last few months and he broke. Your face turned sour as your mind brought back the images of the fight. You had thrown punches at each other constantly, it was part of your relationship to fight a bit every day over how he didn’t have an income, he would call you pretentious for thinking you were better than him, you would get pissed at him for using that as an excuse to continue and play games, then you would have make up sex and the world would be back to normal.

But this last fight, the last fight... it wasn’t like that at all.

“That’s a lie and you know it is!” Gerard fired at you, pacing in the small kitchen area as you stood in the living room, arms crossed and tears streaming down your face. “You’ve always wanted this perfect little princess life, wanted to copy your friends on everything they do with their stupid brunch and Instagram pictures and mimosas and fucking self help books-”

“You cannot seriously be accusing me of not knowing who I am.” You responded firmly with a scoff, standing your ground. “You’ve always been lost and running from who you are. You’ve constantly been in a battle with yourself against maturing. It’s why you’re acting like you’re nine right now.”

“Oh fuck off!” He yelled right back, “You’re not just pretentious, oh no, Y/N. You’re way worse than that.” A vile smile grew on his face as he was right about to press the nuke button on everything you two had together, “You’ll never be good enough. You and I both know that. You’re scared of never being good enough, so you try to prove yourself but all you do is make it worse. You’ll never be known, no one really gives a shit, you have fake friends who don’t care about you, a fucked family, and you think you’re the shit. A little advice: stop acting like you’re perfect when all you are is fucked up.”

You stared up at the man who had just this morning looked at you with the most gracious, loving eyes you had seen. Now, they were empty. A void that had sucked every little piece of you and him together. It was gone forever.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” You muttered under your breath.

“I was already planning on it.” He responded, walking over to the door, grabbing his leather jacket and slamming the door on his way out.

You wondered, still, if that’s what he actually thought of you as or if he was just trying to push your buttons. Either way, he pushed an irreversible button. It would be hard to look at that Gerard the same way, unless he became a newer, better version of himself. You almost laughed at the thought. A better Gerard? Impossible.

You laid there for a few more moments, letting those fantastical ideas fade into nothing, as they were, and heard a knock on the door. You sighed, getting up and assuming it was Bee here to scold you some more or a package arriving.

When you reached the door, you opened it and froze in place.

“So what am I supposed to do Mikey, huh?” Gerard was pacing his in brother’s kitchen this morning, his feet growing sticky against the tile as his worry grew. Mikey sipped on his cup of coffee, Gerard’s turning cold for possibly the first time in his life.

“Go check on her.” Mikey said nonchalantly, Gerard looking up at him like he was a crazy man. “Seriously, help her out. It’s a step in the right direction, and although you’ll need at least a mile of steps to reach where you were, it’s a start.” “I can’t just walk in her apartment like that, I mean- Mikey, I broke Y/N.” “Yeah, you did.” Mikey responded, going to refill his coffee again. “Which is why you need to fix it.”

“Hey.” His voice echoed through your ears over and over again until you realized you were just staring at him.

“Hi.” You responded.

“I um- I wanted to check on you after last night, the fight and ya know-” “Great, you saw that.” You sighed, holding onto the door frame for what felt like dear life. “I- I’m fine.” You forced a smile. He nodded a bit, scanning your nose.

“Are you sure? Your nose looks like it might be-” “I don’t need a snarky comment.” You stated, making dead eye contact to make it clear his games would not be tolerated now. Or ever.

“I- I wasn’t going to.” He said, stuttering a bit. “I was just gonna say it looks like it might be scratched a bit towards the bottom. Did you hit it with alcohol yet?” You shook your head. And letting your better judgment go, moved to the side to let him in.

He made his way straight to the bathroom, and under the sink where you kept the first aid stuff. You sat back down on your bed, which was a hot mess and had not been made in a week, and waited for him to come back.

He opened the small red box, getting out some bandage, small towelettes, and some extra alcohol. He began to dab some of the alcohol on the towelettes, examining your face a little. “This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” He said and you nodded.

He very lightly padded the area of shredded skin around your nose as you held back any sigh of weakness, only closing your eyes and flinching a bit when he began. He kept a sturdy hand on your chin, letting his fingers grace your skin which felt absolutely incredible- No Y/N, he’s bad right now.

“Good job, sweetheart.” He lightly smiled, putting the tools back in the case and throwing away the used towels before putting a bandage under it to stop any further bleeding. “Have you taken painkiller?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, some, I’m almost out though-” “I could run to the store and grab you more.” He beamed and you looked up at that hopeful face of a man who crushed you just a week ago. You sighed.

“Gee, I-” You looked away for a moment trying to formulate the words without crying. “I- I think it’s best if maybe we- maybe we don’t see each other for a bit.” You cringed just slightly over your words, still looking away and with much hesitation looking back up at him.

His face was disappointed, but not surprised. You felt bad, of course, but these were boundaries, right? And well all need those. He slowly nodded, looking away a bit and awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen I just think we have two different views on a lot of things including what we were and until we can find that mutually again we should just-” “I get it.” He responded with a tight smile. “I um- I have a lot of work to do on myself, and you have a lot of things in life that I shouldn’t hold you back from, especially now.” You nodded, grateful that he understood.

You got up with him to walk him out, and as you opened the door and he walked into the hallway you couldn’t help but quickly grab his hand, pulling him back for a moment to look at you. His face was soft and sorrowful, but also understanding. You decided to lean in and give him one kiss on the lips, your flesh barely touching in the process, but just enough to remind him of everything.

“Just- say you’ll remember me?” You asked, still holding onto his hand. He gave it a small squeeze.

“How could I ever forget you?”

[aevallare]

on the topic of jayce is literally one of the best characters:

PEOPLE DONT GIVE HIM ANY CREDIT FOR BEING SOOO KIND AND RESOURCEFUL AND PASSIONATE,,,like yes ofc hes made mistakes whatever hes a fictional character and also he always does what he thinks is necessary for good?? and hes been forced into really precarious situations that quite frankly DONT allow him to sit and think hard abt what his next step can be and often his gut tells him to just keep on going and try to save people-- not to act at the cost of everyone else-- and thats fucking amazing!!! hes genuienly trying to be a good guy!!!!! and also if he hates viktor a little bit...well yeah no fucking duh hes a little easily misled and he was told the man was /doing unethical human experiments on zaunites/ after they (tragically) broke contact OVER HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION....like yeah no DUH hes gonna think viktor maybe fucked up. anyways i believe in jayce supremacy bc hes really trying his best at a time where he really should be thinking about himself and thats. so admirable

CONT: sorry for the long ask just. as a league enjoyer and an avid league reader and also a long time fan (been around since the beginning of ur fics + read jaycevik Since They Came Out On League) I cannot STAND this jayce slander

wahh! hi! sorry that this took me a second; i needed to be on pc to give this the attention it deserves :angel: i'm so glad you enjoy my work!!!

OKAY. OKAY. you came to the right place. this is a safe place for jayce sympathizers and apologists. i have cultivated a garden, a society, of jayce-lovers, and this sounds like hyperbole but truly i'm only half-joking.

okay. let's get serious. i'll put it under a read-more. sorry in advance, bestie.

i don't think any fictional character is above critical analysis. like actually, i think that's... kind of the whole point? not to be a pretentious douche with an english degree (which i am) about this, but my problem with analysis of jayce's character by people that don't like jayce is that it's performed almost solely through a lens colored by the critic's perception of viktor.

you can't talk about jayce without viktor, and you can't talk about viktor without jayce, which isn't a problem unto itself! they have to have each other to create any kind of satisfying narrative! unfortunately, many arcane fans don't appear to understand that viktor is going to fuck up a lot and that he's going to fuck up bad. to fans of league viktor, this is THE APPEAL. he wants to cut out all emotion, but he's infinitely more pathos-driven than jayce is, even though the tropes played straight would make us think the opposite. the point of this, because it might seem rambly and incoherent (and it likely is both of those things), is that many people who love viktor arcane seem to think he can do no wrong.

and what that means is that it's damn easy to rake jayce over the coals for doing things that, from my perspective, are simply choices made by a man who is doing the best he can with the information he has at his disposal. viktor-lovers look at jayce and call him classist (which. like. dude is middle-class at best. my man apologizes as soon as he fucks up and says something classist on the bridge!), stupid (jayce is prodigal; it's not his fault that he's surrounded by a cast FULL of prodigies!), and ungrateful (because he didn't have a psychic link with viktor and had sex instead of rushing to viktor's bedside without anyone telling him viktor collapsed).

jayce cares so much. he cares about every injustice shown to him. he has an unbelievably soft heart. that's why long-time fans understand just how bad this is going to hurt (affectionate) when talis gets a little more giopara-fied.

arcane does a damn good job showing us that monsters are created by other people. you can't have jayvik unless jayce and viktor end up hating each other a little. jayce and viktor don't become jayce and viktor unless jayce lets viktor fall when his work is stolen, unless viktor makes compounding bad choices in the name of his glorious evolution.

it's opposing ideology wrapped in parallels, a man forced into being a symbol and another man who made himself into one (never mind that that wasn't his intent).

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 11)

Chapter Summary: Bucky is ready for commitment.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: fluff. Bucky is so smitten.

A/N: It’s been 84 years, but I hope you have fun! Thank you, @lesqui, for reading it over and helping me out with English and everything. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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  Placing your hands on each side of your hips, you smirk at the popped-up screen in your office. Another project you just nailed. Ever since the promotion, your productivity has increased tenfold and you feel as motivated as ever, your creativity on a top level. Also, the last few weeks, after you decided you needed some time alone, you did set more focus on yourself and your own projects. Work being one of them.

It’s weird to say the least… you’ve been busier than ever and yet, it seems like you actually have much more time to yourself now. You’ve been reading books you’ve bought but never really got to read them, eating ice-cream at 3am as you watch The Return of the King for the millionth time, your drawers are finally organized and so is your precious DVD collection. You got to explore a great number of parks and spots you’ve never been before, even living in New York for so long. You’ve been going out a lot and catching up with friends and family. 

It was a good decision. You remember in your relationship with Eddie there were always obstacles for you to hang out with people outside the small inner circle of you as a couple. Sometimes the obstacles were subtle, and not always brought solely by Eddie, but also by you who let yourself get involved in that dynamic. You had no idea how much you missed people that were yours only, and not yours and Eddie’s.

It’s been great to be single. Really, really single for the first time in your adult life. No boyfriends or fiancées, no booty-calls or deals. Completely single… A title and state of mind you didn’t really get to enjoy in the first months of being broken up, being too heartbroken to even think of everything you could do with your life then.

Deciding to be alone for a while…It was a great and reasonable decision.

You have to admit something to yourself, though.

Sometimes you just wanna throw “great” and “reasonable” out of the window. Because you do miss him… A lot.

Finding out how he’s changed his mind and predisposition towards your relationship has messed quite a bit with your mind… and heart. You weren’t expecting that at all and now you don’t really know what to do with the chaos that’s bringing upon your feelings. And what’s making it even messier is the other guy who also changed his mind and predisposition towards your relationship… you weren’t expecting that either… however, that particular change of heart hasn’t been making your own heart jump each time you think of it…

Squeaky little yells and an animated chattering sound of female voices catch your attention to outside your office. Your previous smirk turns into a smile while you shake your head to yourself. That type of commotion only ensues when a certain someone drops by the Tech Department.  

With a wave of your hand, you shut down the screen you’ve been working on, before moving towards the sound. What you come to find a few stops outside your office, at the Department’s common area, is a little circle of your female coworkers around a Super Soldier. He’s always a hit among your coworkers, but today it seems like they’re even in a bigger frenzy, fussing around something that he seems to be holding in his arms. You attempt to catch an eye of it, but the bodies in front of you make it quite hard.

He spots you as you approach them and opens a huge grin at your sight.

You smile back at him just as widely and after you come closer and some of the girls make room, your eyes widen and a small little gasp slips out of you when you finally find out what the fuss is all about. They are all cooing and marveling at a beautiful cat on Bucky’s arms, white as snow on a mountain peak, standing there like royalty, staring back like they’re nothing but proud of being where they are.

“Hey,” Bucky greets, prompting your eyes to focus back on him.

“Hi, there,” you answer back while your gaze carries an amused question mark at him.

He lifts a hard drive with his free hand to your vision field, “We collected this last mission, it’s some alien stuff,” he offers you the drive, keeping his eyes on yours.

As you gaze at each other, you reach for the little device. His fingers brush against yours and that’s precisely when the chattering around both of you becomes nothing but a distant and vague noise that barely reaches your senses… until a loud clear of throat sound stands out.

“Alright, girls, let’s get back to our desks and let these two, ahm… work,” Camilla, your closest friend there, gives you a pointed look and a discrete curve curls the corner of her lips as she leads the group - which looks far from happy about it - away.  

When your gaze meets Bucky again, he’s got that shit-eating grin of his that tells you the little interaction between you and your friend didn’t quite skip from his attention.

You bite your lip and are about to say something when he beats you to it, “Sorry, I had to bring her with me.” He looks down at the cat on his arm and gives it a gentle shake, grinning down at her while she looks up at him before her incredibly blue eyes shut in what looks like sheer contentment, “This little girl right here started whining at the door when I was leaving… she just can’t leave my side anymore.” Bucky shrugs and ticks his tongue, before winking at you.

You chuckle, finding the surprising scene before you nothing less than adorable. The fact that you enjoy being in the presence of his charm again doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you say nothing about it, “It’s ok, of course. I love cats. What’s her name?”

“Y/N, this is Alpine. Alpine this is Y/N,” he introduces you two with pride lacing his voice.

“Oh, hello, Alp-” your attempt of petting the cat comes to an abrupt halt with you withdrawing your hand at the loud hiss the animal aims at you.

Your eyes snap at Bucky to see his jaw dropping and his eyes widening with a mix of shock and fluster, “Fucking Christ,” he gasps, before looking down at the cat who now licks its paws absentmindedly, “What the hell, missy? Apologize. Apologize now,” he scolds, gaining absolutely no reaction in response.

He scoffs, looking back at you with incredulous lifted eyebrows.

You laugh, mainly at his attempt of making Alpine apologize, “Don’t worry…” You wave him off, “How did that happen, though? I don’t remember you having a cat.” You narrow your eyes just when your head tilts.

He bites his lower lip before an almost cringing smile forms on his lips, “Oh well…”

 A FEW WEEKS BEFORE…

 “Weren’t the Skrulls, like, actually good guys?” Bucky frowns, shoving one of his post-missions Oreos in his mouth and crossing his ankles over the spaceship’s dash.

“Every bunch has its bad apple, I guess,” from the pilot’s seat Natasha shrugs, eyeing the apple in question from over her shoulder.

“You’ll regret this,” threatens the prisoner, who’s actually a Skrull slaver named Gragnon and has his hands and feet securely tied up, stuck on a sit at the back of the ship. Still, he tries to get up and advance towards the front, but a shield of red mist surges in front of him, making him fall back on the chair again with a growl.

Wanda, the third member of the party on that mission, smirks from her seat right behind Nat’s.

Nat rolls her eyes, “What a douche… Talos has been leading a search for him for years now, he’d be thankful we’re taking him to them. Feet off the dash, please.” 

Bucky quickly obeys, pulling down his legs to the floor as Wanda snickers.  

“In fact… we should thank the success of this mission to a certain someone, who came up with a device to break alien codes.” The cheeky smile on Wanda’s face as she started speaking only fades so she can shoot a glare back at the prisoner, who’s now revolved by a red mist dome.

“Damn right.” A dreamy little curl pulls Bucky’s lips as he swings on his seat and passes the bag of Oreos to Wanda.

“Jesus,” Nat scoffs, setting the ship on autopilot, before swirling her chair to see both Bucky and Wanda, “Could you ever imagine this could be possible? That this guy would someday be that smitten over someone?” she questions Wanda.

“Not in a million years. I don’t know Y/N that well, but I bow to her.” Wanda mimics the gesture before shoving a cookie in her mouth.

Bucky doesn’t even drop the dreaminess of his smile. He is smitten… completely… utterly… and fuck if that doesn’t feel damn good. He always thought that kind of feeling would be a pain in the ass, boring and painful. It is not. He feels like singing, dancing, hugging every human being and alien he comes across. Fuck, he would hug the Gragnon dude if it didn’t mean to get a kick in the ass from Natasha. It’s been ages that he doesn’t really get high on anything, but that feeling… he’s definitely hooked on it.  There’s not a doubt inside him anymore and he’s in love with being in love with you.

“So, spill it,” Nat crosses her legs, swinging on her chair “You really went to her place and poured your heart out to her? Right after her ex proposed to her?” She questions, “What did she say?”

“Well, first she thought I was kidding and laughed her ass off…” He shakes his head with the same dreamy little smile on his lips, “Then, when she realized I was not, she started crying and, of course, so did I.” He shrugs, ignoring when Nat and Wanda exchange looks, “She wasn’t expecting that from me at all, and, we can’t really blame her can we?” 

“Definitely not.”

“Nope.”

Bucky chuckles at the unison response from her friends before leaning over and snatching the bag of cookies from Wanda, before giving them the details of his talk with you, having their undivided attention.  “And she said she needs some time alone, being single, I mean, to sort her feelings out… Also, it seems like she doesn’t think I can’t deal with the kind of commitment that being in love requires,” he says with a mouthful.

“Oh, honey…” Nat tilts her head.

He notices the sympathy on hers and Wanda’s expressions and waves his hand to brush her worries off, “No, no. None of that. All in all, it went pretty well. As much as I wished it would be different, I think her decision is fair. At least she didn’t say yes to the jackass with the ring,” he huffs, “I wasn’t really expecting her to throw herself in my arms. At least, not just yet.” He smirks.

“What?” Natasha shoots a look at Wanda before turning to him, “You’re not stepping aside?”

Bucky snorts at the question, “Are you kidding me? The first broad I ever fall in love with and you think I’ll leave the path free for that short little clown who thinks ten years matter?” He lets out an exaggeratedly loud laugh, “I’ve lived more than one hundred of them. Ten years mean nothing to me, and soon enough she’ll realize it doesn’t have to mean much to her, either.” A small smile rises on his face, “Of course she can have the time for herself she wants, find out what’s like being single. She deserves that. And she can think and figure out all she needs… have her fun... It’s all good…” He nods, “But in the meanwhile? I’ll be around romancing the shit out of that woman,” he states, right before tossing another cookie in his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Wanda addresses Natasha, with both eyebrows high on her forehead.

“I know…” Nat answers with an equally dumbfounded look on her face, before turning to Bucky, “Listen,” she sighs and tilts her head, “I hate to be such a killjoy here, but… I get you’re in love, and I know this is new and exciting for you.” She’s smiling before her lips tighten, “Having said that… I think she might have a point about you not being ready for commitment Bucky, you never wanted that. I’m gonna be honest here, I’m the one who set what you two had up because I thought it wouldn’t lead to this…” She waves all around him, “Feelings, I mean… and I would hate myself if you two ended up hurt because of it.” She focuses an apprehensive gaze on him while Wanda also rests her attention on him, looking like she agrees with her friend.

Bucky takes a good look between the two of them before putting into words the answer that’s so clear on his head now, “I know it may sound weird and uncharacteristic of me. Trust me, I know that.” He nods at Natasha, taking a moment to silently communicate with her in the way that has been always so easy for the two of them, “You’re right, I’ve never wanted that. Settling down to just one person, commit to a long term relationship…But with her,” he sighs and the corner of his lips curl up without further notice, “I want her and I want all of that with her, the whole package. I’m ready. I’m not afraid. I think the reason I didn’t want all of that before is because I hadn’t met her yet. That’s it. Simple as that. I know it’s not going to be easy, but to hell with easy. I want her. And I want her hard.”

Wanda already has a huge grin on her face when a satisfied little smirk twists Nat’s lips, “That’s what Amanda said.”

Bucky’s eyes widen before he squints at her, “What’ve you been up to?”

Nat puts on a nonchalant face and reaches forward to grab a cookie from the package. She takes a bite and shrugs, “Poor girl… needed some comfort after being let down by your buddy down there.”

Bucky lets out an outraged scoff and throws a cookie on her way, from which she dodges easily as she laughs, “I bet you were of great help in consoling her… Jesus… Amanda and you? The world isn’t ready.” He shakes his head.

Natasha sports a smug smile on her face when she nods her agreement, “You’re not wrong.”

“Alright, as much as I want to hear all about this Amanda girl, we’re getting close to the Skrull base now and we need you to land us, Nat,” Wanda nods towards the dash.

“Copy that,” Natasha makes a military salute at her, before shifting her seat and taking control of the ship again.

“And as for you,” Wanda turns to Bucky, “I don’t need to read what’s on your mind to know you’re telling us the truth. You’re ready for commitment,” she offers him a soft smile, which he reciprocates, “And if you really wanna show her that, I may have an idea.” Her smile turns into a devious little smirk and that’s enough to pique Bucky’s interest.

~~~

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bucky asks, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks alongside Wanda through the busy sidewalks of Manhattan, “I mean… I know I said yes, but it is one hell of a commitment, what if it’s not for me?”

“Don’t worry, Bucky,” she smiles, “We’re just gonna take a look around, feel the vibe, and then see what happens. You don’t have to decide anything just yet,” she assures, wrapping an arm around his elbow as he looks down at her, “I just think it’s a good idea for you to get to know a bit more of this sudden inclination to commit…to experiment, I guess,” Wanda shrugs, “Besides, a dear friend of mine runs the shelter and the girl knows her stuff. If she feels like you’re not ready, she won’t allow you to get out of there with one of her babies.”

Bucky lets out a laugh. Feeling a little lighter about the subject, he places his hand over the one Wanda has wrapped around his arm, “Alright… I’m not opposed to the idea of having a dog, I guess. I always loved Labradors…” he frowns, “I would have to switch apartments, though…”

“Look at you.” Wanda nudges her shoulder on him, “Already making plans for your child…”

“Child…” Bucky can’t help but snort. He had agreed to Wanda’s idea of going to an animal shelter because he thought it would be a good way to show you he’s ready for commitment and, like he said, he’s always been fond of dogs and he’s sure if he ends up taking one home he’ll treat them well. But he also never understood how some people could be so attached to an animal to the point of considering them a child, or family…“I don’t know… I’m definitely not taking a pet home today. I agree with you, I shouldn’t decide anything just yet.”

As they walk past a small alleyway, Wanda halts, forcing him to stop with her.

“What?” Bucky frowns down at her.

“Shhh,” she brings a finger to her lips, staring towards the alleyway, “Listen.”

That’s when Bucky’s enhanced hearing catches the thin and shaky little sound coming through the trash cans.

“Come on,” Wanda pulls him to the alley and towards the cans.

What they find behind one of the containers, among all the filth around is a ball of white fur. Curled up and shaking just like the meows they heard seconds ago. A cat, a young adult white cat looks up and a pair of baby blue eyes meets Bucky’s and he just can’t look away from the plea on them and it’s just when something clicks inside his chest.

“Oh, no, look,” Wanda points at the tail, that has an evident injury on it, but when she leans down to examine it further, the animal flinches and rushes towards Bucky’s legs, letting out another trembling and weak meow. Bucky freezes as it starts climbing up his calves. 

Given the poor coordination on their back little legs – probably from the damage on the tail- it can go much higher,  but keeps trying. After the initial surprise, Bucky can’t help but to smile at the little fighter, who seems to reach out at him for protection. Next thing he knows, he’s leaning down and picks it up with all the caution he can muster.

“Hello, little lady… what happened there, huh?” He coos, nodding towards the small injury, which looks like a bite, having the cat meowing while bumping and rubbing the head against his chest.

“Is it a female?” Wanda tilts her head, an amused and questioning expression on her face.

Bucky smirks, not taking his eyes away from the animal, who is now quiet and seems much calmer, but digging her little claws on Bucky’s shirt, “I know a beautiful lady when I see one. Don’t I, gorgeous?”

A purring sound comes out of the now contented animal, the small injury on her tail apparently not being a problem anymore while she climbs higher and practically hugs Bucky with her little paws, whose fur is smudged by dirt, making his heart take a flip in his chest. Damn his heart nowadays…

“Aww, Bucky…” Wanda smiles, placing her hand over her heart, “What are we going to do? Should we take her to the shelter?” Wanda offers, with a bit of tentativeness on her voice.

Bucky’s eyes widen largely, before they snap to her friend. A protective tightness laces his hold on Alpine, who lets out another weak meow. Shit… Alpine? When the hell did he even come up with a name? Fuck if he knows, all he knows he’s done for and can’t possibly think of parting from that white furry little thing, who seems to have gone through a lot in her life already and probably has never met with human kindness before.

He doesn’t need to say anything as understanding falls upon Wanda’s face. He would even guess there’s a bit of pride adorning the smile on her lips now, “Alright, alright… we do need to take Alpine to the vet, though, Mr. I’m not gonna take a pet home today.” She winks.

~~~

PRESENT DAY…

“Oh well…” Bucky scratches the back of his neck while you keep your beautiful interested eyes on him, “I found this beauty on the street… she had an injured tail, poor thing… probably bitten by a dog. But she’s fine now, aren’t you, sweetie?” He coos, putting on the new tone of voice that belongs to Alpine now and loving the sound of your chuckle, “You know… I’m fully committed to taking care of her. I’m a cat dad now.” He says, putting some effort to highlight the word “committed”.

“I can see that…” you comment, nodding with a glimmer of fondness in your gaze at where Alpine is cuddled against him with eyes closed, completely relaxed.

Bucky looks down and smiles. That one is too cute for her own good, but he’s definitely having a talk with her later, for hissing at you like that, like he hadn’t given her a lecture about good behavior and how incredible you were before they left home.  

“So, it’s been a while, huh? How’re you doing?” He asks softly, boring his eyes on you and holding back every ounce of him to not pull you to his arms and shower you with all the intense love he’s gathering in his chest at your sight in front of him. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t have spent those long weeks apart from you, but he met with missions and an Alpine in the way. Also, as much as he’s resolved to show you he’s the one for you, he understands you needed time for yourself. But, hell, he missed you so much.

“Oh, I’m good, I’m good… pretty good,” you ramble, brushing a finger behind your ear, that thing you do when you become a bit self-conscious, which happens often when he places his gaze so intently on you.

He can’t help but smile, his chest impossibly swelled with his feelings for you, because that woman who becomes all flustered with his attention is the same woman who whined to suck his dick while shitfaced after a party. Damn, he’s so in love with you.

“That’s great...Are you free tonight?” He asks, smoothly, “Wanda and Sam will make hamburgers, they’re one hell of a team in the kitchen, you’ll be welcome to come if you want to.”

“Oh… I…” You falter.

“I’m not trying anything, I promise,” He’s quick to add with a chuckle and raises his free hand up, noticing the trepidation in your voice. “Everyone’s gonna be there. We’re just gonna eat and hangout.” He shrugs.

“Oh… no, it’s not that, it’s just…” You tighten your lips “I’ve got plans.” Something Bucky guesses to be disappointment or something like that sweeps into your voice. As for him, he holds his breath, bracing himself for the news that you’re going out with that douche of an ex, “I’m gonna meet some friends from college tonight. I got a reservation for us for dinner and then we’re gonna go dance…”

Bucky lets out a breath and the smile that grows in his face is wide when he says, “Oh, alright. That sounds like fun.” Really, really fun, especially if that jackass isn’t involved. He’s not disappointed. Far from it.  

You smile back at him, matching his mood. It doesn’t slip from his attention that you seem a bit surprised by his reaction at you declining an invitation from him in favor to hang out with your friends, but he says nothing of it.

“Yeah… I’ve been getting reacquainted with them lately,” you say, excitement plastered on the little curve of your lips and the glint in your eyes, “It’s been fun. I’d love to get to know Wanda and Sam’s talent in the kitchen, though….Maybe some other time?” You offer.

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart.���

The term of endearment brings the effect he was aiming for when you promptly does that thing with your finger on your ear again, but it was also noticed by the other girl in the room and currently in his arm, who seems to wake up from her comfort slumber against his chest to hiss at you again.

You look at each other in widened eyes.

“What the hell,” Bucky scolds down at the cat, glancing at you briefly, catching your now amused expression, before addressing Alpine again in a whispery voice, “We’re gonna have a talk back home, young lady.”

~~~

“What a number you put out there, huh?” His voice is gentle despite the reprimanding intention in his words while Bucky crouches and fills her little plate with the special food the vet recommended.

With her crystal-clear eyes glued on the plate, Alpine doesn’t really acknowledge his half attempt of admonishing her before digging in.

Bucky chuckles, “She’s cute, isn’t she? But so are you,” He scratches the back of her ear and she stops eating for a moment to brush her head against his hand, “You don’t have to be jealous, doll. You’re so cute, you’re my girl, too, you know?” he coos, still petting her, “But you gotta help me out there buddy. Ok? She’s really special and I know you’ll love her, too.”

Alpine lets out a weak meow before getting back to her plate and Bucky swears to God he sometimes wonders if the cat is some sort of shapeshifter in disguise, understanding every little thing he says.  

Letting her out to eat, he stands up, “Hey, Friday,” he calls.

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Could you search for a table reservation in the name of Y/N Y/L/N tonight? I need the address of the place.”

A small silence ensues before the A.I speaks again, “Isn’t it a bit creepy?”

He sighs, placing his hands on his hips, “Friday… babe…” He smiles at the giggles that resound in his kitchen, before bringing a hand to his heart, “I’m in love, ok? I’m not gonna ruin her night…If anything, I’m just going to make her night out with her friends more… interesting.”

“Alright, you know I can’t say no to you,” the A.I concedes, “You can find the address in your phone’s map. Good luck, handsome.”

“Thanks, babe,” Bucky grins, before turning to Alpine, who’s now about done with her food, sprawled on the floor busy with cleaning out her paws, “And you?” He calls, catching her attention before he points at her, “You’ll have burgers with your aunt Wanda. I have plans for tonight.”  

~~~

To be continued...

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So, what and why do you like Jerry so much anyways??

You know, no one’s ever asked me that before, so this might take a bit of time for me to answer, just because I do have a lot of thoughts and feelings about why and what made him my favorite character.

I’ll try to keep this brief, but if I end up going a bit more in depth, I apologize in advance.

So, I guess the best place to begin is all the way back in season one. From his first appearance, I really liked him. Even when everyone else in the fandom hated him, he was always my favorite character. I think what originally drew me to him was that I could relate to him and saw some of myself in him.

Plus, I just really liked his whole personality in general, like his little quips (just to name a few of my favorites):

"Oh, look, honey, It's our son with Albert Ein-douche."

"You think you can control me with a haircut?"

"Have you ever tried to relax? It is a paradox!"

"No one is killing me until after I catch my wife with another man."

And I think, because he was my favorite, I tended to pay extra attention to his actions and dialogue, which caused me to notice a lot more about him than I think other fans might have picked up on.

I saw him for who he was: a father that was, and still is, trying his best.

As the show went on, watching him try to argue his case with Beth, trying to get her to understand that Rick is dangerous and he is the reason their family is in constant danger, only for him to be brushed off, verbally abused and hated for the simple goal of wanting his family to be safe, it really only cemented his position in my mind as someone who deserves to be happy and allowed to enjoy things without being ridiculed for them.

I will acknowledge, though, Jerry has made mistakes, he isn’t a perfect person, but out of everyone in the family (at least in the first two or three seasons), he’s the one who apologizes, who tries to make up for whatever he’s done wrong.

One of the best example I can think of off the top of my head is in “Something Ricked This Way Comes," (though that's definitely not the only time he's admitted he was wrong).

In said episode, Jerry realizes his mistake and feels awful for the way he treated Morty, to the point where he starts to cry. Instead of wallowing in self pity, instead of denying that he was at fault, he does what's right.

"Pluto is not a planet."

And even as he gets booed off stage, even as he gets things thrown at him and gets to a point where he is forcibly dragged away from the podium, he says he's wrong.

“I’m an idiot, and I love my son!”

Then, shortly after he gets tossed back home, he goes to Morty and apologizes, tells him that he shouldn't have made his own insecurities Morty's problem.

“Some people just can't handle the truth. Especially dummies like me. Morty, I'm not as smart as your grandpa Rick, but I promise never to make that your problem again."

Again, he's not perfect. He's made some bad mistakes, but like he's said so himself:

"I--I'm not an evil person. I'm lazy, I'm cowardly, and I do not know what I'm doing."

He's trying and that is something I admire most about him, because that's the best thing anyone in his position can do.

They might break something, make a bigger mess than they intended, but as long as they keep trying to fix it, no matter how long it takes, eventually, they'll get it back to how it's supposed to be.

Another reason I like him is because of how much he puts up with. All the constant blame for Beth's pregnancy as if he didn't stay with her and help her through it, as if he didn't also lose his own youth just as she had. All the verbal abuse he's dealt with:

"I don't give a fuck what you think, Jerry."

"Don't insult my father. He's the reason our kids are only half stupid."

"I started today, disgusted and embarrassed to be your son, and later I thought we were gonna die because you're a loser."

"Because if you move the bar so low, you might actually seem like your worth a fuck."

All the times his trauma was brushed off or played as a joke, never being acknowledged or appreciated no matter how much he tries, how much he does for the family.

So, yeah... that's why Jerry's my favorite character and why I like him so much!

That, and, honestly, he's the only character I would want to hang out with in real life, because I honestly feel like the other family members would be assholes.

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“Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Christmas Sucks (or perhaps not)” - A Simbar Oneshot

Helloo ⭐️ I finally finished this! I’m so excited, it’s been so long since I wrote something so light, and it’s also the first time I write a Christmas story, so I hope you like it. The title is supposed to be read at the rhythm of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’, by the way. And this story is an AU so some stuff is different from the show.

Now, I know it’s still November, but I wanted to show you guys this and see what you think. I don’t plan on posting it on my other sites for a while, so consider yourselves beta readers! I’d really love to know your opinions. 

Without further ado, enjoy! 

Christmas was the most depressing season.

Anyone who said otherwise was either lying, selling something, or was just too carefree.

Ámbar envied the last bunch, she really did, because she dreaded Christmas season. Where most people bought eggnog and tree ornaments and counted down the days to meet with their families and have a nice time, Ámbar bought herself a bottle of liquor and made her own countdown by drinking one good-sized glass every day.

Don’t take her wrong, it’s not like she hated Christmas or something. (And who could really hate getting presents? Even if you didn’t like them, you could sell them and get free money). She wasn’t an old grumpy lady, too bitter to find joy in anything. She was quite young in fact, only 25, with a college degree, a great job—basically at the best time of her life.

It wasn’t that Ámbar hated Christmas; it was that Christmas was the time of the year in which everything that was wrong in your life got highlighted like a neon sign.

Christmas season was the time when everyone was supposed to be happy, and excited, and just, well, be jolly. And it was that social dictamen of having to be happy that pointed out the stuff you weren’t so happy about. Like, for example, the fact that her parents were out in a business trip (as always) and only sent her a Merry Christmas through text message, or the fact that she couldn’t stop wondering if her biological parents were out there making Christmas arrangements with an offspring they did keep, or the fact that she would have to endure a Christmas dinner party with the cousin that she despised, or the fact that all her friends were going to be spending the holidays with their boyfriends while Ámbar hadn’t had a lasting relationship since a douchebag cheated on her with the previously mentioned cousin.

The icing on the cake? Her ex-douchebag would be there too because he was still with her cousin.

Honestly, the rest of the year Ámbar didn’t give a shit about all of that. Yes, her parents traveled a lot and had always placed some very high expectations on her, but they loved her, and they had spoiled her rotten in the material department, so she had always had pretty much anything she wanted. Ámbar always knew she was adopted so she had had years to come to terms with that and she was okay with it. The thing with Matteo (a.k.a the douche) had been a long time ago and it’s not like that relationship had been very profound to begin with. Her cousin Luna had apologized profoundly, many times, and even though Ámbar still found her obnoxious, she had buried the hatchet. And last but not least, Ámbar didn’t even need a boyfriend. She was happy for her friends that had one of course, but she was perfectly content on her own. She loved her job and having a relationship would just take time off her busy schedule.

Ámbar liked her life, it was a pretty good life, but like she said before… Christmas. The goddamned you’re-a-fucking-failure-if-you’re-not-conventionally-happy Christmas.

Considering her reservations, one would wonder why she was even going to the Christmas family dinner anyway. The truth was that, albeit her feelings about Christmas, she went every year, and the reason behind that was that it was her grandpa who held it.

With her parents always traveling for work, Ámbar had in big part been raised by her grandpa. He wasn’t like the typical grouchy old man who did nothing but complain and yell at the television. Her grandpa was the life of the party, an eternal young soul; in fact, she swore he had more spark inside him than her. She loved him with all her heart, and ever since she had moved out of the house to her own place, she made it a point to visit him at least once a week and attend the Christmas dinner party he threw every year at her old house. (No matter how painful those could end up being.)  

So, like every year, she made her way to her childhood house earlier than everyone else to spend some time with her grandpa. Christmas carols were already playing softly when she crossed the front door. Her grandpa saw her immediately and received her with a strong warm hug that she happily returned. The instant he let go, he grinned widely at her and told her she looked absolutely beautiful, making her blush. Ámbar had put on a sleeveless red A-line dress with a bow on the chest (no one could say she didn’t have Christmas spirit like that, right?), accompanied by black heels. She hadn’t done anything with her hair (why bother, she gathered) and instead just let her blonde strands fall freely over her shoulders. She thanked her grandpa with grace (she knew there was no use in trying to convince him that she didn’t look that different from usual) and told him he looked very handsome as well with his black pants, white shirt, golden vest and bowtie.

She also praised him for how beautiful the house looked. He had done a really great job with decorations; every wall was filled with tinsel garlands, Christmas ball ornaments, and lights of different colors. There were also some Santa Claus dolls scattered around, and the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room was as huge and shiny and beautiful as always. She had also seen on her way in the lighted reindeer he always put at the front yard of the house. Ámbar remembered how she loved to climb on top of it when she was little as if to ride him (not when the lights were on, of course). She had continued to do so until her weight was too much and she had actually sunk its back a bit. She had cried when she noticed, but her grandpa had told her that it was okay, that now that dent made it even more special.

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 Over time, all the guests arrived at the house, slowly filling the place. This year, it consisted of three pairs of uncles and aunts, including Luna’s parents (whom Ámbar greeted kindly because they were actually very good people and she didn’t blame them for their daughters’ mistakes), one older cousin with his wife (who was pregnant, Ámbar noticed, and she congratulated them happily) and one older cousin with her four-year-old son and husband. (Last year, their son had thought it was funny to throw ball ornaments at her back when no one was looking. She internally prayed something like that wouldn’t happen again.)  

Ámbar stayed talking with her grandpa until the staff he had hired for the event announced that dinner was ready. Her grandpa invited everyone to go to the dining room and take a seat at the large table, impeccably set and filled to the brim with different choices of salads and drinks.

Ámbar immediately pondered which would be her venom of choice for the night. Getting drunk at friends’ gatherings was normal, it could even be the point of it, but getting drunk at a family event could almost surely mean humiliation for the rest of her life. Therefore, Ámbar always kept her consumption of alcohol to one glass during dinner and one afterward. Just enough to endure hours of pointless small talk and, if lucky, manage to have fun.

Just as everyone had taken their seats, the front bell rung. Her grandpa told everyone to remain sited while he stood up to go open the door. He loved playing host. And considering that there were only two people missing in the reunion, it wasn’t surprising that he wanted to receive them.

“Luna!” Grandpa’s voice resounded vibrant and happy. “We were waiting for you!”

Talk for yourself, Ámbar thought.

Indeed, after about a minute of muffled conversation, Luna appeared through the dining room’s doorway. Late, as always. Ámbar swore her cousin was always running from one place to another, she seemed incapable to plan ahead and organize her time. Judging by how some brown strands had broken loose from the side braid she had put her hair in, that day was not an exception.  

What did surprise Ámbar though was that Luna didn’t only arrive with Matteo like she said she would but also with another guy by her side. Did her little cousin have a harem now?

As Luna greeted everyone and apologized for being late, Ámbar observed the new guy. He was tall but not monstrously so; about 1.80 she’d say, with brown hair and eyes. His skin was tanned and he had a boyish look to him. While Matteo wore a grey vest and black-tie combo, the stranger wore a dark green checkered shirt over black fitted jeans. It made him look more casual, but not less groomed for it.

Luna, clothed in a pink dress so very like her, introduced the guy as Simón, a friend from College. Simón greeted everyone with a friendly smile and an awkward wave of his hand. His voice was smooth and nice. It was clear he felt weird about being there but tried to hide it. Not like anyone could blame him, being surrounded by other people’s relatives that had nothing to do with him. As everyone greeted him back politely, his eyes made a quick scan around the room. When they connected with Ámbar’s, Simón’s smile faltered a little.

It was a flash reaction, but Ámbar noticed. She felt a little proud of it too, but then she remembered that most people there was middle-aged and deemed that catching his attention was in fact not an achievement.

The trio sat down and it was only then that Ámbar noticed there had been three empty seats on the table. Apparently, Luna had told their grandpa in advance that her friend would be coming— And thank god for that, because grabbing another chair, plate, and silverware just for him while everyone else stared would’ve been very awkward.

After the food was served, one of her aunts, the one that liked to call herself sociable but Ámbar would actually call nosy, asked Simón why he wasn’t spending Christmas with his family. ‘If I may ask’, she added all politely at the end, as if she hadn’t already voiced a question that could very much make him and everyone else uncomfortable if his family had kicked him out of the house or something.

Luckily, Simón didn’t seem fazed at all. He just casually explained that his family had been stranded on another country due to a snowstorm, and since it had been with such short notice, he hadn’t been able to join them over there.

“Well, we’re more than happy to have you,” her grandpa said with a warm smile.

Ámbar felt a little twinge of comradery towards the stranger. The number one unwritten rule of the social dictamen of Christmas was that you were supposed to spend it with family. Just the fact that he had ended up on his own was sad, but it was also sad that apparently his whole family had gone on vacations without him. Did they have a bad relationship or was he just busy? Maybe he had a demanding job that he couldn’t abandon for a couple days? Maybe someone had to stay to take care of the pets? Did they even have pets?

What did she care anyway?

Well, since the whole ordeal would last a good couple of hours, she had time to kill— might as well spend it making up scenarios in her head about the guy.  

And if she was 100% honest, he wasn’t a pain to look at. Not underwear-model gorgeous or sex-appeal-off-the-charts-let’s-have-a-one-night-stand-with-him hot; but he was cute. She liked his smile. And he seemed to smile a lot. It seemed genuine too, not a I’m-surrounded-by-strangers-smiling-is-my-self-defense kind of smile, but a real, happy one. It probably helped that no one tried to smother him with questions after the rude one her aunt made, allowing him to just enjoy the food and converse with Luna and Matteo. He seemed to really get along with them.

At one point, his eyes connected with hers and Ámbar rapidly moved her gaze away. Had he caught her staring? Well, she wasn’t exactly staring, it was just short glances she threw his way from time to time out of curiosity, but maybe he’d think she had been staring and that would be very embarrassing.

For the rest of the dinner, Ámbar made a point of not looking in his direction unless absolutely necessary.

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 By the time he talked to her, Ámbar had already picked the names of the three imaginary dogs he owned, had pinned him to be a social worker working in a very difficult case of child abuse because of which he couldn’t leave the country (the jury was still out, but she had faith he could win it), had picked imaginary jobs for his parents which allowed them to spend on plane tickets and accommodations abroad, and had deemed him single for at least six months now.

(The last part was only for her own amusement.)

After dinner, everyone had moved back to the living room to chat and joke around merrily. For about half an hour, Ámbar had done small talk with her relatives, but after the third comment from her aunt Susan about how at her age she was already married with children, she excused herself and moved to stand next to the snack table.

It was as she was nursing her already half-empty glass of wine that Simón came to stand by her side.

“Hi, can I join you?” He asked shyly. “You’re the only one who looks my age and I don’t feel like being the third wheel all night.”

Ámbar looked over his shoulder and yes, indeed, her little cousin and Matteo were flirting and being all adorable for some, cringe-worthy for others.

“Yes, of course,” she replied, showing a welcoming smile to make him relax. She spun toward the table to grab a small silver tray and offered it to him. “Christmas cookies?”

“Oh, thank you,” he smiled and grabbed a gingerbread man.

Ámbar put the tray back and played with the glass of wine in her hands only to have something to do with them. She stared forward, pretending to be appreciating the cheery view of people talking and laughing around the Christmas tree— Anything to not show she was nervous. Especially when she could see him staring at her from the corner of her eye. Was he checking her out? Did she want him to?  

“So, um, Ámbar, right?”

Ámbar finally turned to face him. With his eyes focused on her, the fluttering in her stomach got a little stronger, but she managed to keep a casual demeanor. 

“Yes. And you’re Simón?” She said more like a question than a statement, even though she had already memorized his name. He didn’t need to know that.

Looking a little more loosened now that she hadn’t ignored him or told him to get lost, he smiled at her and offered a hand in greeting. “Simón Álvarez. Very nice to meet you.”

Ámbar placed her glass in her left hand to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you too,” she said half chuckling, amused by the formal gesture. Judging by the way his smile widened, it had been the intention.  

“So, where are the rest of the Álvarez?” She asked curiously and took a sip from her drink.

“In London,” he replied. “My mom had always wanted to go there, and everyone got excited with the idea of experiencing Christmas season covered in snow like in the movies, so there they went.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Looks like that backfired spectacularly.”

He laughed. “Yeah, it did. Well, it did for me. Them? I think they’re having a blast. They’ve sent me like a hundred pictures and my little sister won’t stop posting Instagram stories.” He chuckled and then sighed. “I wish I was with them.”

“Why aren’t you? I mean, why didn’t you go with them?” Ámbar asked and felt herself fill with anticipation. She’d finally get the answer to the question she had been turning around in her head all night.

“I would’ve loved to, but I had a concert with my band and I couldn’t abandon them.”

Okay, that is so not what she would’ve guessed.

Now the original question was answered, but Ámbar had a thousand new ones.

“A concert?” Was the first one that left her lips.

“Yeah. Not like a huge thing, we’re not very known… yet,” he added, whether out of confidence or to try and convince himself of it, she didn’t know. “But still, every opportunity is important and it’s amazing to connect with the audience. You know that they’re there to see you, that they could’ve chosen any other thing to do but they chose your music, and when they sing back the lyrics to you it’s just…” He took a deep breath and exhaled contentedly. “It’s really magical. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s great.”

All the excitement with which he talked and the sparkle in his eyes was captivating. Ámbar didn’t know if she loved something that much. She found herself wishing she did.

“So, you play?” She asked him, wanting to hear him talk more.

“Yeah, I play the guitar and sing too.”

Sing?

“Really?”

Simón chuckled lightly at her surprise. “Yes, really. Why?”

Because you can’t look like that and sing, that’s unfair, that’s illegal.

Stuck in denial (and even almost a little angry because, seriously, it wasn’t fair), she blurted:

“But Luna said you two met in College.”

It was only after it was out of her mouth that she realized how bad that sounded.

Lucky for her, he just laughed.

“You can study music in College, you know?” He said with an eyebrow raise. Thank god her foot in mouth seemed to amuse him.

“Yes, of course, sorry. How silly of me.” God, was she blushing? She’d better not be blushing.

“Nah, it’s okay,” he said laid-back. “It’s funny to be pinned as a College dropout who turns to music to rebel against the system.”

She wondered what he’d think about her version of his life where he was fiercely battling to take a six-year-old girl away from her physically abusive dad and alcoholic mother.

Not like she was ever going to mention that.

“I never said anything about rebelling. In fact, you look the complete opposite of a rebel. I’d know,” she said bringing her glass to her lips, “I was one.”

A glint appeared in his eyes and he crossed his arms, turning to face her completely.  

“I’d ask more about what I look like, but I’m more interested in what you mean by you being a rebel,” he said, everything in his manner telling her that she had his full attention.  

Ámbar just dismissed it with a shrug. “It was a phase I had in high school. Black clothing, dark makeup, dyed hair; you know the drill.”

He rose his eyebrows impressed. “Really? And what pushed you to go full emo?”

“Punk,” she corrected. “And it was a mix of things. A lot of changes in my personal life, including Luna stealing my boyfriend—”

“Oh.”

“—But mostly it was discovering that no one really like me.”

He frowned and his arms fell to his sides again. “What do you mean?”

Ámbar paused, considering whether she should tell him or not. It was a long time ago, but it was personal, more than she’d like to admit. And it wasn’t a very cheery conversation topic, she didn’t want to bum him.

She could’ve just said ‘forget it’ and talk about something else; it would’ve been easy... But something in his expression, in his gaze, told her it would be okay to tell him.  

“I was popular in high school. Every girl wanted to be me, every boy wanted to get with me… I was very proud, and selfish. After the whole thing with Matteo, I found out that many people knew about his cheating and no one had deemed to tell me, not even the girls I thought were my friends. Everyone was even rooting for him, encouraging him to cheat on me because I was a bitch and I deserved it.” She took a sip from her glass, swallowing the bitter taste that remembering that time left in her mouth. “So I thought ‘Fuck it.’ If they think of me as a mean girl, then I’ll be one. I don’t need any of them.”

Simón stared at her looking deeply dismayed.

“Ámbar, that’s…” One of his hands reached up as if to touch her forearm, but he seemed to think better of it and lowered it again. “That’s terrible. I can’t believe not even your friends supported you.”

She shrugged. “It’s okay. Eventually, I came to realize that I pretty much deserved it. I wasn’t exactly nice. I manipulated people to get what I wanted, attacked people who got in my way…”

He shook his head. “That’s not excuse for everyone to stab you in the back,” he retorted emphatically. “If they had a problem with you, they could’ve come straight to you and say it instead of laughing secretively at you getting cheated on. No one deserves that.”

Her eyes searched his for long moments, looking for any kind of falsity or pity, but all she found was sadness and anger on her behalf.

No one had ever said that to her before. There was always a ‘but’: ‘Yes, Matteo shouldn’t have done that, but…’ ‘Luna made a mistake, but…’ ‘Ámbar, I know what I did was wrong, but…’  

No one had ever taken her side like that.

After a while, she cleared her throat and lowered her gaze. The moment had stretched too long and the energy in the air had changed in a way that she couldn’t keep his eyes anymore.  

“Well, it’s in the past. It helped me figure out who I am and who I wanted to be, so I think everything turned out for the best.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Ámbar,” he told her genuinely. Then he paused, and she was about to change the topic completely when he added: “But I agree. You grew into a very amazing woman.”

Ámbar’s eyes jumped back to him, wide. His expression was earnest, just as before. It didn’t budge under her gaze nor showed it was a joke.

She felt herself blush and deflected on instinct. “You don’t even know me.”  

“I’ve seen enough,” he replied easily, almost with conviction. “But feel free to tell me more about yourself,” he told her with a playful twinkle in his eyes, matching his smile. “Maybe you’ll change my mind.”

The obvious intent behind his word had Ámbar fighting to quench a smile of her own. “Or maybe I’ll bore you to death.”

“I’m willing to take my chances,” he told her, staring into her eyes.

The question was: was she?

Ámbar drank the last of her wine and turned to leave the empty glass on top of the table. She turned back around, playing with her fingers. She took a breath, opened her mouth—

“Oh my god, you guys, look!”

Ámbar almost jumped at the high voice, haven momentarily forgotten that there were other people in the room. She turned her head to see her cousin Sara smiling excitedly with an arm raised.

Ámbar frowned and looked up to where she was pointing.

Immediately, her heart stopped in her chest.

Hanging above her head, between her and Simón, was a green bouquet with white small berries that could not be mistaken as anything else but mistletoe.

Oh, come on! Ámbar screamed internally. Who hangs mistletoe right next to the snack table?! That’s like pushing literally everyone to kiss!

Then again, that might have been the strategic idea behind it. She could totally see her grandpa thinking it’d be funny.

Be that as it may, it didn’t change her current situation.

Ámbar lowered her gaze toward Simón and their eyes met. She could see his gaze drop to her lips and then move back up. He kept his eyes locked to hers, searching. A silent question.

Ámbar could feel her heartbeat going at a thousand beats per hour. He hadn’t moved a muscle and yet she was already that affected. She had been affected the whole evening if she was honest, and that scared her because she wasn’t usually like that. He was just a guy, she didn’t even know him, not really, and yet… And yet.

It felt like an eternity passed like that, with both just staring at each other, but it was probably no more than a couple seconds; it was her heart going into overdrive what made everything else seem in slow motion.

Then something changed in Simón’s eyes. The intensity disappeared and was replaced by something that looked like understanding. Ámbar saw him let out a breath (which made her realize that she too had held her breath at some point) and then a sweet smile formed in his face.

A second later, he leaned down and placed an equally sweet kiss on her forehead.

“There.”

Boos and complaints could be heard around the room, calling him boring, but Simón just laughed and appeased everyone with a smile.

Ámbar was left reeling. A lot of feelings mixed within herself: relief, disappointment, confusion, giddiness...

She thought he was going to kiss her. He clearly wanted to; she could see in his eyes. But he didn’t. Were many others would have, he chose not to take advantage of the situation.

That was what pushed her forward to grab his face, pull him down and kiss him on the mouth.

‘Woooo!’s sounded around them, but Ámbar lost focus on everything that wasn’t Simón’s lips on her own. He had been caught by surprise, but soon his mouth was moving with hers, discovering, tasting, and his hands rose to hold her waist gently.

It was the most tender kiss Ámbar had ever been given. She melted against the softness of Simón’s lips and got drunk on the smell of his cologne. Everything felt so wonderful she almost lost herself and deepened the kiss, but thankfully, her brain maintained at least some part of its functions and she was able to remember that they had an audience. And not just any audience— her family.  

Reluctantly (and embarrassed, because she didn’t know how long the kiss had been but it most probably had been longer than necessary), Ámbar pulled away and opened her eyes. She immediately found his gaze and saw that his eyes were staring back at her with something that resembled awe. She became aware of his heartbeat under her palms, seeming to be trying to break free of its confines and reach her. Her own heart seemed to have similar thoughts.

It was the heartbeats that made her realize she still had her hands on his chest (they had fallen there at some point without her conscient knowledge) and his hands were still around her waist. Rapidly, she snapped out of it and took a step back, breaking the intimate embrace. She joined her hands in front of her and turned to everyone with a very practiced smile, speaking with a grace and casualness that she definitely wasn’t feeling.

“Okay, tradition’s fulfilled, show’s over, you can all go back to your lives now.”

She received a couple chuckles but people did just that, getting back to whatever they were doing before the public display they forced on her. Maybe she got looks from some of them, maybe not; to be honest, Ámbar had mastered long ago the ability of looking at a crowd without focusing on anyone in particular, avoiding eye contact flawlessly.

Even after everyone’s focus was somewhere else, Ámbar kept her eyes forward, unable to turn around and look at him. Awkward silence fell between them and she found she couldn’t bear it, so before she could stop herself, she started rambling out of control, words and words running out of her mouth in seemingly one breath.

“Why do people have to kiss under mistletoe anyway? I mean, where did that tradition come from? What does it mean? Does it bring good luck or something? Why would it? It doesn’t really make sense, does it?”

Simón, from his part, seemed barely articulate.

“Uh, I… I don’t,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t know, I’ve got no idea.”  

“Yeah, me neither.”  

Silenced stretched between them again, still awkward.

Simón broke it this time.

“I, um… I think I like it though. The tradition.”

Slowly, they turned their heads and met each other’s gaze. After about three seconds, both broke into a fit of giggles.

It was a nervous laugh, but it was the good kind of nervous. Ámbar hadn’t felt like that in a very long time, and suddenly, that wasn’t scary anymore. She liked it, and the fact he seemed to feel the same made her inexplicably happy.

When they stopped laughing, they just smiled at each other; simple and easy. Simón offered the tray of cookies to Ámbar and she grabbed one gratefully. He grabbed one for himself and both enjoyed them at ease.  

  So, okay, maybe Christmas wasn’t the worst time of the year…

Or maybe it just depended on who you spent it with.

 …

..

.

[littlemisssquiggles]

Yo Squiggles. How about you tackle your next Squiggles Script with this idea: Yang finally telling the group about knowing that Raven is the spring maiden, and Oscar’s reaction to finding out she was hiding things just like Oz was. Whether he’s angry or more calm and understanding about that, I’m not too sure.

Alright Miggy, you asked for it. Though I don’t exactlywish to make a habit out of taking requests for RWBY Squiggle Scripts since I like for them to remain spontaneous, nevertheless,I took a crack at another one of your ideas prompts because it is a scenariothat I’m curious to see handled in the canon.

I’m interested inseeing how the CRWBY Writers are going to handle Yang spilling the beans on Raven to the teamand Oscar’s reaction. I have afeeling that the CRWBY Writers more or less might pull another BS approach andhave Oscar be perfectlyfine with Yang keeping her mother’ssecret while chastising Ozpin over his. The only time we’ve seen Oscar becometruly emotional is back in V4 after his first encounter with Ozpin and the dojoscene with Ruby in V5. 

Following that, Oscar was slapped with this ‘perfectly fine’ demeanour even in the face of frustrating conflictthat I, quite frankly find rather disbelieving. Admittedly I’d like to think ofOscar as, not necessarily a ticking time bombbut more like a balloon that is idly sailing floating around without a care in the world untilsomething unexpected comes along to pop him right out of orbit and comecrashing right back down to the reality of the truth, y’know what I’m saying?

Keeping that in mind, I composed this script withthis concept of Yang’s deceit being the pin to finally pop Oscar and unleasheverything he’s been brushing off since Argus. A small disclaimer though. Iactually went for the more angry approach to Oscar’s reaction to Yang’sdeceit. In my imagination, I can see Oscar becoming furious with Yang; angrierthan he should have been with Jaune back in Argus. I went with the angryapproach because I, personally, cannot see Oscar being perfectly fine withYang’s hypocrisy.

Apologies in advancefor Jaune’s characterization in this squiggle scriptas well. As revealed in the canon, Jaune has been carrying a lot of his rageand grief retained from his loss over Pyrhha and it has reflected in hispersonality and overall tolerance to certain things over the seasons. While Iunderstand V6C9 more or less highlighted Jauneovercoming his grief over Pyrhha, I’m not quite convinced he’s done beingangry.

While his confrontation with Oscar may have caused him to finally differentiatehow he views Oscar over Ozpin, that’s not enough to indicate to me that Jauneis done being angry toward Oz and the idea of secrets being kept from the teamas a whole. That being said, sorry if I made everyone’s favourite Arc seem alittle douche-y. 

I needed a secondary character to be especially confrontational with Yang overher deceit and figured Jaune fit the bill better than anyone else. If Yang was toever came clean, Jaune is another I can see being rather adverse to this; maybeeven a bit testy and borderline unpleasant. This is mostly going offof his reaction to Ozpin’s deceit in V6 C8 but youknow, this is mostly my interpretation.

As with every script I do my best to keep everyonein character according to my perception of the character and what I think theywould say in certain scenarios. So, I did my best. Without further ado, let’sjump right in.

RWBY Squiggle Script #012: Divided Once More 

Picture it: Fast-forward. Yang has just finished informing everyoneabout the secret she’s been keeping about Raven. She reveals that she is theSpring Maiden. She doesn’t really say anything else beyond that and basicallywaits for everyone’s reactions to the news. Some folks are understanding, likeher RWBY teammates. Others…not so much.

Ren: So…Raven was the Spring Maiden all the timeand…Vernal was just her decoy.

Yang: Yeah. I’m sorry you’re only hearing this now but…Iwanted you to at least hear it from me. I just…I’m sorry.

Blake: *taking Yang’s hand and smiling at her comfortingly* Yang, it’s okay.

From the other side of the room where he stoodleaning against the wall, Jaune scoffed.

Jaune: *irritated* You guys aren’t serious. You’re comforting her?

Blake: *defensively* Why shouldn’t we? She’s our friend.

Jaune: Yeah but she’s a liar! You knew who the SpringMaiden was and never told us. How could you?!

Weiss: Jaune, calm down. I’m sure Yang had aperfectly good reason to—

Jaune: To lie? Gee, now where have we heard that before?What happened to trusting each other and not lying to each other?

Yang: *defensively* Ididn’t lie to you.

Nora: *chiming in* Yeahbut you certainly didn’t tell us everything you knew about the Spring Maideneither. 

Ren: You didn’t trust usenough to tell us. 

Jaune: I can’t believe this is happening again.I thought we were over this? What happened to no more secrets? No more lies!

Yang: *heatedly* Ididn’t lie! I just—

Yang takes a deep breath, recomposing herself tomake sure she chose her next words carefully.

Yang:  *apologetically* Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about thissooner. I messed up and I know that. This is why I am telling you now. I’m telling you. I know I can’t make up for everything that’sbeen done before and I don’t expect all of you to understand but…it was my mom.I didn’t want to keep this secret from everyone but I felt like I had to.

Jaune: *incredulously* You had to?

Yang: Yes! Raven is theSpring Maiden but she’s also my mother. The mother I spent years trying tofind. The mother who protected me from Neo. My mother!

Jaune: *confrontationally* Ohyou mean the same mother who betrayed us at the Battle of Haven and helpedCinder go after the Relic? The same mother whose tribe kidnapped Weiss and heldher hostage in their camp. The same mother who abandoned you and never lookedback!

Blake: Jaune!

At this point Jaune was up in Yang’s face; glaringat her angrily prompting Blake and Weiss to immediately come between thembefore things got more heated. Blake is pulling Yang away while Weiss wedgedherself between an infuriated Jaune and an equally annoyed Yang, whose eyeswere turning red in her growing anger.

Weiss: *cautiously* Jaune, that was out of line! You need to stop.

Yang: *from behind Blake* No,Weiss let him say what he has to say. *crossly* I don’texpect you of all people to understand Jaune since…y’know…you’re Mr. Perfect from the perfect home with the perfect big happy family withseven sisters and two loving parents who never backstabbed each other or lefttheir kids behind or worse, died! No, I don’t expect you tounderstand a thing about how I felt but that doesn’t give you the right tostand there and judge me!

Weiss: ENOUGH! 

With all the strength she could muster, Weissfirmly shoves both Yang and Jaune off of each other. Her outburst stunseveryone especially Jaune and Yang.  

Weiss: *furiously* Listento yourselves! Do you have any idea how ridiculous youtwo sound right now! We’re supposed to be friends…a family. This is not how a family is supposed to act! We’re supposed tocare about each other! Love each other! Not deceive or keep secrets from eachother and it certainly doesn’t give you the right to scream at each other likeyou don’t even care about the other people in the room who can hear you! Thisisn’t just about you! *breaking down with tears starting to form in her eyes* It’s not just about you…it’s… 

Jaune: …Weiss? 

Weiss: *tearfully* I…whydoes every family I end up with end up fighting. Why?  

Ruby: *cautiouslyreaching out to Weiss after noticing her tears*…Weiss?

Weiss: …I’m sorry, I can’t go through this again, I’msorr—please excuse me! 

Weiss exits the room before anyone could stop her.Ruby makes a move to go after Weiss but is stopped by Blake. 

 Blake: …I—I’ll go talk toher. 

With that, Blake exits the room leaving everyoneelse in silence. Yang and Jaune appeared the guiltiest at what they hadunearthed.  

Yang: *regrettably* I…I never meant to lie to you,okay? To any of you. Weiss is right. We’re more than just a team. We’resupposed to be a family and…it’s not good to keep secrets from your family. I’msorry I didn’t say anything sooner, I just—at the time, I didn’t think aboutany of you guys. I thought only about my mom and what Salem would do to her ifshe found out she was a maiden. So I made her secret my secret too. I know itwas wrong but at the time, it felt right because…look,there are just some cards that are best played— 

Ruby: … close to the chest?

Yang winced at the strange familiarityin her words but nods otherwise.Jaune: *spitefully* Wow.Well…that sounds awfully familiar now,doesn’t it? You know Yang you talk big about trust but you’re no differentthan… 

Oscar: …Ozpin.  

Everyone’s attention immediately turned to Oscar.At this point, he had been eerily quiet in the corner during the whole ordealand now looked up at Yang for the first time she let the cat out the bag. Hishazel eyes were wide as he slowly processed everything he had just heard. 

Ruby: *concernedly*…Oscar?

Yang : *awkwardly* Oscar…listen, I’m— 

Oscar: …The Spring Maiden…is your mother?

Yang: Yeah, she… 

Oscar: How long did you know about this?

Yang: What? 

Oscar: How long have you known?

Yang: I…

Oscar: *firmly* Answerthe question! 

All eyes fell on Yang now who looked awayhesitantly. 

Ruby: …Yang?

Yang: … Since… the Battle of Haven. 

Nora: This whole time! 

Jaune: *furiously* Howcould you keep something like that from us? How could you think that was okay?! 

Yang: *scolding Jaune* Itold you, She’s my mother! 

Qrow: I don’tbelieve this. My sister was the Spring Maiden we were looking for the wholetime back in Mistral and didn’t tell me. And my own niece knew about it too anddidn’t tell me. You both didn’t tell me anything! So much for blood is thickerthan water.*sighs exasperatedly* I’m going for a dri—I’m going for a walk. I need some air. 

Yang: Qrow I’m…

Ruby: Uncle Qrow? 

Qrow exits theroom slamming the door hard behind him. Ruby’s shoulders slump sadly. 

Ruby: *sadly* Not him too. 

Ruby attempts to go after Qrow but is tapped on theshoulder by Maria.  

Maria: Don’t worry. I’ll handle the ole bird this time. It’sbest you stay here so that you kids can work out…uhm…whatever this is supposedto be. *in alower voice to Ruby* Please work this out before it gets out ofhand. We don’t want a repeat of what happened in Argus. 

Ruby gives Maria an affirming nod and the seniorhuntress smiles at her young protégée before exiting to catch up withQrow.   

 Ruby: Guys, I think we should all just…take a breath andtry to work things through. This doesn’t have to be as bad as it looks. 

Jaune: *grumpily* Speakfor yourself. 

Ren: I don’t understand.  We all saw Raven godown to the Vault with Vernal and Cinder to retrieve the Relic. If Ravenwas the true Spring Maiden and the only one with access to the vault thenwhy didn’t she take the lamp for herself?

Yang: She was going to.

Ren: Going to? 

Nora: *inquiringly* …But…?

Yang: I…. told hernot to.

Jaune: You did what!

Ruby: Yang!

Yang: I had to, okay! If my mom had taken the Relic then we allknow it would’ve only been a matter of time before Salem found her. Cinder killed the original Fall Maiden. She killed Pyrhha!She killed Vernal! She almost killed my mother but she stoppedher before she could. But as strong as my mom is, she’s no match for Salem. Being a Maidenand having a Relic would’ve made her a bigger target forSalem.  She would’ve killed her for sure.I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t risk losing my mom. Not again. Not for good.

Ren: *processing everything* So…you made us the targets instead?

Nora: You made Salem comeafter us instead?

Jaune: To kill us instead.

Yang: I…I’m….sorry.

Ruby: No wait, that’s—that’s actually a good thing. Itmeans—

Oscar: …It was you.

For a second time, all eyes snapped to Oscar.

Oscar: *processing everything* …You’rethe reason we had to take the Relic to Atlas. You’re the reason we got on thattrain. The reason… the Grimm came after us. The reason we got separated. Thetrain crash… Maria…Jinn, it was you! It was all you…

Nora: …Oscar.

Oscar: We’re supposed to be in this together, you said. You can trust us,you said. We’re not going to turn our backs on you, you said. Those…those were your wordsto Ozpin, right Yang? You promised Ozpin that we weren’t going to desert him ifthe truth came out. That we’d never abandon him no matter what we learnt….andthen… we did. We did turn our backs on him. We hurt him.We…betrayed him. I—I betrayed him.

Nora: *worriedly* ….Oscar…no…

Ruby: *equally concerned* Youdidn’t betray Ozpin. You were just…doing the right thing.

Oscar: *distressfully* What right thing? Forcing someone to relive the most horrible time in theirlives, not once but for several thousand years of lifetimes when they didn’t consent to sharing it? Laying out all their failures andmistakes in front for everyone to judge him…andthen… turn onhim! That’s NOT the rightthing! That…that was…CRUEL!  

*distraughtly tugging at his hair; anxiety rising* Salem was his secret. His pain. His mistake. His burden to bear. He didn’t want to show us. He didn’twant us to see it. See his failures. Re-experience them again! He begged us not to show it. But we… we forced him! We forced him toreveal all his secrets and then…we turned our backs on him. We had no right!I—I had no right! I….I betrayed him. I told Ruby about Jinn. I made ithappen.

I hurt him. I betrayed him. I betrayed us….because….

Oscar trails off; his head slowly turning toward Yang.

Oscar: …Because… of you.  

Yang: *stiffening*…What?

Oscar: I did it… because of you!  

Oscar startsadvancing on Yang; hazel eyes locked with violet.

Oscar: *voice slowly rising* You… started all ofthis! You’re the one who kept questioning his actions. Probing him for answershe wasn’t ready to give…

At this point,Yang is slowly backing away from Oscar; surprisingly fearful of the rage risingin his demeanour. But Oscar kept pushing; slowly backing her into a corner.

Yang: *nervously* …Oscar; pleasejust—

Oscar: You’re the one who confronted Ozpin. You’re the one who kept…asking.Kept…pushing him…because you wanted the truth. You…demanded it! You just wouldn’t let it go!*voice growing louder as his realizationslowly boiled into anger*What happened to nomore lies and half-truths? That’s what you told him! You forced him to give up all of his secrets when you’ve beensitting on your own THIS WHOLE TIME! You had no right!

Yang: *sadly*I…

Oscar: …This is your fault!

Oscar pushes Yang once. She takes it quietly; guiltwritten clearly on her face.

Oscar: …This is all… YOUR FAULT!

Oscar pushes Yang again, a little harder. Yangactually feels the force a little more this time and winces but she’s still tooguilty to react; head hanging low.

Oscar: EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT!  

By the third shove, Yang is practically slammedinto the wall with Oscar’s shaky hands, trembling with rage holding her by thescruff of her jacket or as much as he could grab with Yang’s towering heightdifference compared to his short stature. At this point, angry tears arerolling down Oscar’s dotted cheeks and Yang couldn’t bring herself to look awayfrom his infuriated expression.

She had never seen Oscarthis enraged. This hurt. Not even back in Argus. The feeling wasdefinitely mutual from the others in the room. All except for Ruby.She, on the other hand, had witnessed Oscar lashing out before. Seen whathappens when his frustration rose to volatile levels. For a second time sincethey’d met, this was Oscar’s tipping point andwhat was sad was that it was her own sister who brought him to this level of resentment.Immediately, the arms of Jaune, Nora and Ren reached from behind Oscar andquickly restrained him before he did something else to Yang he’d later regret.

Oscar: *angrily fighting against JNR* Let go of me! Let me go!

Nora: Oscar you need to calm down!

Oscar:  Don’t tell me to calm down! *turns his anger back on Yang* SHE DID THIS! YOU’RE A HYPOCRITE!

Yang: *guiltily* Oscar, I’m so—

Oscar: *pissed*So what! Sorry? That’s all youhave to say! Ozpin left because of you! You want me to feel sorry foryou? Where was that sympathy for Oz?! You had the nerve to expose Ozpin for hissecrets—oursecrets— when you’ve been sitting on your own! This whole time! Unbelievable!

Ruby: …Oscar…

Ruby plants herself in front of Yang. She attemptsto intervene but in his outburst,Oscar even reflected his irritation on Ruby, making her flinch under hisintense gaze.

Oscar: *warningly* DON’T!You cannot be taking her side!

Ruby: *taken aback* …I’mnot taking anyone’s side! *expression saddening* I just want all of this tostop!

Oscar: *solemnly*….Well…that makes two of us.

Oscar was full on crying at this point; face in hishands. He had even stopped thrashing at JNR who let him go. They each did theirbest to show consolation for the young farm boy with Nora even trying to hugOscar but he pushed her off him which left the thunder goddess stunned.

Oscar: *sobbing* I wantthis all to stop! I’m done! With all of this!

And he was off. Before anyone could really stophim, Oscar went straight for the door.

Ruby: Oscar…wait…

Ruby made a grab for Oscar’s hand but he quicklywrenches it away from her reach as if he’d been touched by burning steel. Likethe rest before him, Oscar storms out of the room, slamming it harshly inRuby’s face, much to her distraught. And then there were five.

Nora: *sadly* You know;here I thought we were free from drama once we got to Atlas.

Jaune: Anyone else has any super important informationthey were hiding from everyone else? 

Ruby: *testily* JAUNE!Can you please NOT do this right now! You’re not helping! Can’t you seethe team is falling apart!

Jaune: *annoyed* Whatteam? This isn’t a team. And we’re not a family either. We might as well… be strangers.

And then four as Jaune stomped out after Oscar.Upon Jaune’s departure, Ruby officially breaks down.

Ruby: I…I can’t deal with all of this again.

Ruby crashes on the couch, face in her hands.Fortunately, Nora was quick to sit next to her and offer her a hug ofreassurance which Ruby accepted. Yang was still stunned from Oscar’sconfrontation to move.

Nora: *comfortingly* Hey,listen. Ren and I can handle Jaune. You don’t mind him one bit.

Ren: She’s right. Don’t take what he said to hearteither. His anger—this isn’t really about youor Yang. It’s…more him than you iswhat I’m trying to say.

Ruby: *groaning* Thisis exactly like what happened in Argus. Can someone please gocheck up on Oscar?

Ren: Shouldn’t we leave him alone? He seemed veryupset.

Ruby: Exactly! I don’t want him to be alone when he’sthis upset. The last time he got like this, he—*emotionally; tearing up slightly* I don’t want him to be alone right now.He has to know he’s not alone, okay?

Nora: *rubbing Ruby’s arms comfortingly* Don’t worry. After we findJaune, we can check up on Cute Boy Oz too.

Finally Yangspeaks.

Yang: No. I think it’s best if you checkup on Oscar, Ruby.

Ruby: *miserably*That’s…if he’ll actually talk to me.

Yang: *reassuringly with a half-smile* He will. As madas he is right now, Oscar’s always had a soft spot for you. If he does runagain, you’re the one he’ll want to chase after him.

Ruby: *concernedly* But…whatabout you?

Yang: *reassuringly* I’llbe alright. I’m going to go check in with Blake and Weiss. I just—I thinkit’s best if Ispent some time awayfrom everyone for a little while. Especially Oscar. I…don’t think he’ll be comfortable withme around right now so maybe I should…go somewhere else or something. I couldalways ask Neon and Flynt if I could crash with them for a while.

Ruby: *incredulously* You’removing out!

Yang: …At least until everything blows over.

Ruby:…But—

Ren: I think we can alluse some space from each other right now. Perhaps…some time apart would be bestto help defuse any lingering tensions.

Yang: Yeah.

Ruby: … R—Right.

Yang: I’m gonna go look forBlake and Weiss.

Ren: We’ll see to Jaune.

One by one, Nora, Ren and Yang each depart withNora and Yang both flashing Ruby reassuring looks and gestures as they madetheir exit. And with that, Ruby was alone. Despite being together in considerablythe safest kingdom in all of Remnant, for a second time, they were divided andRuby was at a loss on what to do to fix it.

Ruby: *sighs miserably* I was wrong. This is worse than Argus.

And scene.

Not sure how to feel about this one. I’ll leave theverdict up to you readers especially you, Miggy. As a small heads up, I might make a sequel script to this. Two in fact. One featuring the RosegardeningRosebuds and another with Pine Dragon (thisis what I’ll call the FRIEND-ship between Yang and Oscar) again, possibly.Not sure. In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

[diabolikotaku]

Reversed! Diabolik Lovers AU pt. 2

ha ha ha totally didn’t forget about this *sweats*

Mukami:

- Okay, so the Mukami brothers are the adoptive nephews or something like that of Karlheinz, a well known priest, and since they don’t have parents they were forced to live with a ‘relative’ while he was overseas.

- Once again, ditched in the name of the church.

- They were a bit creeped out by the disappearing butler and some of the decoration choices, so they assumed this relative was an old person.

- But then, they were greeted by Yui who had a warm smile. She was trying her hardest to be a good host to her new visitors.

- Kou and Yuuma didn’t hold comments about her and her house, Ruki and Azusa were more polite than their brothers.

- Yui didn’t hold it against them and proceeded to tell them that their rooms were all prepared and refreshments were made since their journey must of tired them out.

- So here they all were, getting to know each other...Well...Kou was complaining about the style of the mansion and Yuuma was only concerned if there was a garden he could do some work with. Azusa didn’t really talk while Ruki was the only one making the efforts to set a good example of the church.

- Azusa accidentally cuts himself on a teacup shard he dropped, of course he likes the pain and doesn’t feel anything bad about it.

- But then there was Yui on the other hand...

- Her eyes started to glow and fangs popped through her lips, making the Mukami brothers get up and back away from her.

- “W-What the hell?! What are you?!”

- She snaps out of it and starts to freak out, “O-Oh my! I’m so sorry for that! You see, I have really bad cravings when I’m around blood...But that’s just the downsides of being a vampire.

- Of course they didn’t believe it.

- Ruki: “That is purely illogical, there’s no such thing as vampires.”

- “If that were the case, then how am I standing here?”

- Kou: “This is crazy! How are we related to a vampire?!”

- “Eh? Relative? Didn’t your Uncle tell you? You’re here because you’re sacrificial grooms.”

- ...What?

- Yuuma: “Did that old geezer seriously leave us to get drained by a vampire?!”

- “Now when you put it like that...”

- And so a new life began for the Mukami’s at Komori manor.

- “I would like to apologize in advance. I tend to loose control when it comes to feedings, so I’m just warning you because I can’t control myself!

Ruki:

- At first, he was having trouble believing this situation but remained calm and respectful towards Yui.

- “We are here to prove to Karlheinz that we are more capable than those pathetic sons of his to represent the church.”

- Ruki was more than happy to engage in conversations of the history of the house, the topics of the many books in her library and other such subjects.

- hey at least he was polite.

- His feeding happened when they were at school, Ruki was just by himself in the library collecting some studying material until he turned around and there was Yui standing in front of him.

- “Oh, Miss Komori...What may I be of service?”

- “...You probably should put the books down for now.”

- “Alright?” Ruki placed the books on a nearby table only to be pinned against the floor by Yui, he stuggled against her but it was useless since she was a lot stronger than he was.

- “L-Let go of me!”

- “No...I’m way too thirsty...Just relax and I promise it won’t hurt that much.”

- When Yui first bites, Ruki is hit with a wave of extreme pain and of course his first instinct is to struggle against it. Yui pinned him down more and whispered into his ear.

- “Stop.Moving.”

- He didn’t know why, but he instantly stopped moving and just sat their frozen.

- “What a good boy, although...I’m going to have to train you to always obey me.” Yui grinned and then leaned down to his ear once more.

- “Should I get a collar for you? Would you like it if I treated you like livestock and tag you?”

- After that, Ruki was always on edge when she was around. Like; if she were to suddenly get close to him he would tense up or jump a little bit out of fear.

- Yui has apologized various of times to him and even tried mending the relationship with some friendly items; but of course Hungry Yui ruins the possible friendship meter with her hunger.

- It took a while, but Ruki learned to accept that she couldn’t control her hunger and started to slowly trust her.

- Over a while, Ruki was starting to find the things he liked about Yui.

- He liked her smile, her laugh, her motherly personality, her consideration...

- ...Did he love her?

- No, impossible! He refused to think that he had some type of Stockholm Syndrome towards Yui.

- One time, Yui was feeding off of him but he didn’t do anything...But actually wrapped his arms around her and just let her do whatever she wishes. Strangely, it didn’t hurt as much like the first times.

- Yui learned about Ruki’s actual parents and comforted him, it made him feel strange.

- “For the church, I will become Adam for Uncle.”

- He fell hard and he’s starting to accept it.

Kou:

- At first, he was kind of nice to her only for her to experience his two-faced self.

- He would call her unfashionable, monster, foolish girl, m-neko-chan,  etc.

- He was basically a douche to her half of the time while the other half was just being his fake nice self.

- Would always talk about how his fans looked better than her.

- Yui just took it and smiled at him a lot, resulting in him calling her annoying.

- His feeding happened at home, he was in his room reading up on the latest news on the internet using his data. Yui suddenly appeared in his room and he was surprised.

- “W-What the hell are you doing in my room?”

- “Well...I recall this being my house, so I can freely go anywhere I want.”

- “Tch, someone obtained a mouth...What do you want? Want me to give you more fashion advice?-” “Do you ever stop talking?”

- Yui picked up Kou with ease and slammed him against the wall which caused him to drop his phone. He was obviously afraid of how freakishly strong she was.

- “All you do is run your ignorant mouth, it’s about time someone taught you a lesson about how to treat others.”

- “L-Let go of me you monster!”

- “Monster? Me? That’s cute...” *Bites*

- When she bit Kou, he was washed over with pain and ptsd of how he was treated in the past. He a sudden blind moment and he started screaming, Yui covered his mouth and glared at him with glowing eyes.

- “Silence, or I will do something even worse to you.”

- After that, Kou couldn’t even look at Yui in the eye. He hated how he was suddenly reduced to the state he promised himself to never go back to. 

- Once Yui heard about his past, she begged Kou for forgiveness. She was also heartbroken when she saw him shivering and trying to move as far away as possible from him.

- Now, this took a lot of work to gain his trust back. One of Yui’s enemies came to her house and they were about to attack Kou but she got in front of him and suffered from mild injuries.

- When Yui came through, she saw Kou sitting next to her bed but this time he didn’t look as afraid. “O-Oh, Kou-kun-ah...” Yui started to get up until she started to hurt and Kou gently placed her back down.

- “Don’t...Just...Sleep for a while...”

- After that, Kou felt some sort of gratitude towards her until he finally got use to her feeding off of him and tried to look past the vampire part.

- But, nowadays, he’s starting to see more things he liked about Yui. From her caring personality, her kind acts, how she stutters when she messes up and even her singing voice calmed him a lot.

- Yui compliments Kou’s voice a lot when she hears him sing, it’s a lot more filling than fans’ compliments. 

- Cheekily writes songs about her.

- Tries to do nice things for here (hint: tries) but Yui appreciates it always.

- “Let me become Adam! I have enough influence to have humans and vampires/demons to live in the same place! It’s only logic!”

Yuuma:

- Had a really hard time believing this.

- “Ha ha ha, you’re out of your mind! Did you pop one too many pills, crazy woman?”

- He didn’t really bother with Yui a lot, but he never hesitated to call her sow or annoying.

- Legit just wanted to garden or be taken back home...Second choice was very high on his list.

- His feeding happened when he was tending to the garden outback, he was finished picking fruits and Yui suddenly appeared.

- “Hah? What do ya need?”

- “...These look very delicious...” Yui picked up an apple and took a bite out of it, “Oi! Those aren’t washed yet!-”

- “Sweet...Will your blood taste the same?”

- And within a blink of an eye, Yui bit into Yuuma’s neck and he fell over in surprise. It didn’t really hurt that much since he had thick/rougher skin but it still pinched.

- “W-What the?! Get off me you crazy Sow!”

- “Let me enjoy my meal first, don’t tell me to rush.”

- Of course, Yuuma doesn’t listen and pushes her off. Only to make her even more pissed off. “Can’t you be good and stay still? You’re just food after all.”

- After that, Yuuma was filled with smart alec remarks about Yui. She keeps apologizing but he’s hella stubborn since he knows it’s gonna happen again.

- And it does.

- “Listen, I don’t wanna be killed by some knock-off of Count Dracula. Just spare me the pain before I have to feel the pain of your tooth-pick fangs!”

- After a while, he kind of starts to like her...Since she made great food out of the plants he harvested.

- She’s pretty chill too, that’s what he likes in girls.

- He’ll admit she’s cute...For a vampire.

- One time, these vampire guys were hitting on Yui and for some reason he managed to beat them into the ground after not listening to the warnings Yui yelled out.

- He’s in denial.

- “I mean...Sure...She’s nice...And stuff...”

- “Yah! Let me become Adam!”

- “Aw, does that mean you like her?”

- “What?! No I don’t!”

- He totally likes her.

Azuma:

- A bit confused on the vampire part.

- “Hm?...I thought...They didn’t exist?”

- He’s generally nice to Yui, he just minds his own business (like cutting himself)

- His feeding happened when he just so happened to be injuring himself, He was just enjoying the time of his life when Yui popped into the room. She clicked her tongue.

- “That’s just a waste of blood, you humans don’t reproduce a lot in a certain amount of time.”

- “Oh...Yui-san...Did I...Disturb you?”

- “Yes, you did...Now I’m hungry, you’ll have to pay for it.” She went up to him and licked up some of the blood coming out of Azusa’s wrists...Then went up and bit him in the neck like all vampires do.

- Although...She was a bit surprised at the loud moan coming out of Azusa’s mouth.

- “Oh? You like that?...Do you want more?”

- “Y-Yes...Please hurt me more!”

- “Ha ha...I didn’t take you as that type...Just how I like them, easy to dominate and willing. Well...Your wish is my command, Baby boy.” She goes back in but bites harder, resulting in Azusa going on a trip of pleasure.

- After that, Yui apologized to Azusa for hurting him but he on the other hand hugged her and cheerfully said “I don’t mind...In fact...I love it! I love feedings so much...Please make it like that every time!”

- Yui thought Azusa was the most precious thing in the world so she was always careful with him, until Hungry Yui comes out.

- Sometimes, he would even have dreams of her biting him when hes deprived enough.

- He would also beg her at school...He was really lusting for that bite and sometimes she would claw him if Yui was really thirsty that day.

- After some time, Azusa slowly got rid of the need of Yui’s fangs but liked her company more.

- He was starting to feel light in the chest when she spoke softly, when her soft touch hits him...And those times when Hungry Yui comes out and kisses him...She tasted like raspberries.

- He was starting to feel love again.

- Can’t stand at the idea of Yui getting hurt.

- “...Yui-san...Please...Let me be Adam...”

Tsukinami:

- Okay, so they were really important officials from England and they were sent to Japan to ‘study-abroad’.

- They were just ditched here in the name of Christianity.

- When they arrived, after meeting the disappearing butler, Carla was admiring the architecture and decor while Shin was about to fall asleep from his jet-lag. 

- Yui comes out and greets the two with a smile , being a respectable host.

- Carla was polite but still had a snooty air around him while Shin was just being straight up cocky and rude.

- Yui put up with it and proceeded to serve refreshments and told them that their rooms were prepared.

- Shin cuts himself against a knife on the tray accidentally and places his thumb in his mouth as an instant reaction.

- Yui’s glow and her fangs pop out of her lips, she licks her lips and instantly the brothers move back.

- Carla: “W-What the...What are you?”

- “O-Oh, I’m so sorry! I cannot help my cravings...It’s just one of the faults of being a vampire.”

- Carla: “You must be kidding, right? Vampires do not exist.”

- “ Oh no, they’re real...These are real too.” Yui gestures to her fangs, Shin looks over at his brother. “Yah, why is our guardian a vampire?”

- “Guardian? Oh no...They didn’t tell you, did they? You were sent here to be sacrificial grooms.”

- Instantly, Shin goes to call someone and they then confirmed it...Now they were stuck with Yui for awhile.

- “Also, please do forgive my rudeness when I’m feeding! I tend to loose my sense, just a warning!”

Carla:

- He was still very snooty like any typical rich kid.

- He referred Yui as polite but rude names (omae) since he thinks that he’s on the top.

- He liked to find comfort in the library since Yui had an impressive collection, so he never bothered with Yui a lot.

- His feeding happened at school , Yui suddenly appeared in front of him and he just referred to her his usual way and asked her why she was wasting his time.

- “Excuse me? You need to learn how to use better words...After all, I am the one on top of you.”

- “That is hilarious, how much is your net worth-” “Looks like this bad one needs a lesson...”

- After that, Carla was humiliated and now had a negative view on her. Sneering at her when she tries to apologize and makes peace offerings to him.

- She still can take him down but he’s too prideful to admit it.

- He started to tolerate Yui when she was so insistent on making it up to him, plus she had a collection of art he need her to explain to him.

- Carla will admit she has a good taste in classical fashion, decor and other such things.

- One day, when she was biting him...It didn’t hurt as much...Carla beat himself over the fact that he was actually enjoying this brutish pain that has been inflicted on him for months. 

- “I am not developing Stockholm Syndrome for a foolish vampire!”

- He then takes note of her cute sides, her gentle sides and her embarrassed sides (especially one time they ended up in a bath together).

- Why did he feel this way for such a klutzy and ungraceful female?

- “You...I fully expect you on making me Adam, I want no excuses.”

Shin: 

- Absolutely rude to her.

- Would make any comment to her possible, play pranks on her, and do anything to tick her off.

- Yui just smiled and took it, which annoyed the hell out of him.

- It was amazing on how much bullshit she could take from these two.

- “Hey nutcracker! Try not to screw up like always!” “Hah, you’re so old and yet you’ve never had a boyfriend! How old fashioned!” “Grandmaa~~” “Leech!”

- His feeding happened in the garden, Shin was strolling through the garden when he saw Yui on one of the benches he called out, “Hey Grandma~!”

- “...”

- “What? Not gonna say anything?” He walked up to her with a cocky smirk, he continued pestering her until-

- “Someone forgot to bring a muzzle for this puppy.”

- “Excuse me?!” Yui grabbed him and pinned him down on the bench, proceeding to feed off of him. He screamed out in pain from the sudden feeling of fangs entering his skin.

- “S-Stop it! You goddamn bloodsucker!” 

- “Not until someone shuts you up and puts you in your place.”

- After that, Shin had nothing but bad things to say about Yui even after she apologized since his pride was injured.

- One day, some classmates were sick of Shin’s attitude and then they went to beat him up only for Yui to fight them off.

- “...Thanks..I guess?”

- She was nice...And her peanut butter cookies were good...And she was kinda cute-

- “CUTE?! What the hell are you thinking?! She’s the definition of old fashioned!”

- In denial.

- “Good moring, Shin-san!” “Yeah, Yeah, Whatever...”

- “Do you need help on this?” “Go away, Grandma!”

- “Let’s go together!” “Y-You crazy? Go away, Nutcracker!”

- His pride won’t let him confess.

- “I’m obviously going to be Adam! After all it only suits me! And you too Nii-san, but I need it more!”

- Both of them actually pray with rosary every night to avoid getting ‘filthy’.

- Shin would mention a confession but then insult her to distract her from thinking about it.

- “I...Kinda like you...Just kidding! You’re so old fashioned to be with me, Grandma!”

- Someone needs to knock him off of his mountain to confess.

hey look, i kinda rushed this but here it is~!

[godzillagirl-14]

Bear: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader 

 A/N: This is my first reader insert. This is also the first smut that I’ve done on here so bear with me. I also feel like the story line was all over the place, so I apologize in advance. Also, I apologize for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes as I’ve procrastinated really hard on this, starting this in like early April and not finishing it until 1:30 in the morning today, and I am way too tired to proof read. 

@writing-obrien

Warning: NSFW 18+

Word count: 4,814

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Stuart’s POV 

 How do you deal with having a crush on the hottest girl in the office? Be a complete asshole and ignore her all the time, of course. Admittedly not my best decision, but it’s kept me from fucking her in front our co-workers, so that’s something, right? And I can’t help it. It’s not my fault that she could literally be wearing a paper bag and I’d still get a hard on. The way her jeans hug her curves and the shirts that make her look sophisticated, yet sexy at the same time. Or when she wears these cute little sun-dresses and sandals that make her legs look amazing. It can make any man fall to his knees. And to make matters worse, I was her supervisor. 

She was pretty much guaranteed the job when they advertised at her college and she was the first one to sign her name in her messy handwriting. We took a look at her background and she has the cleanest track record I’ve ever seen. Never smokes, doesn’t drink, and I wouldn’t be even remotely surprised if she were still a virgin. 

Anyways, when she first stepped through the doors of google, I was completely awestruck, much like every other guy within a 20 foot radius of her. I’ll never forget the way those jeans hugged her curves and how her Marvel t-shirt clung to her hips and dipped into a teasingly low v-line. We all just stood there staring at her while she awkwardly looked around. 

“Um.. Hi?” She said, offering a small wave. Neha came up to her, chuckling. “Stare harder guys and you actually might get her clothes off.” She said before grabbing her hand and dragging her off. Later on that day, my boss came up to my desk with her hot on his tail. “Hello, Stuart. To cut this short, you’re her supervisor and I need you to show her the basics.” He said quickly before leaving me with her. 

“Hi. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” She stuck her hand out and smiled at me. She was very timid. I stared at her hand, completely forgetting how to interact with a human and looked back up at her, my face blank. She awkwardly retracted her hand and rubbed the back of her neck. I huffed out a sigh before standing up and walking past her motioning for her to follow me. 

I lead her down the halls, showing her the various conference rooms, watching as she takes all of it in from the corner of my eye. “Oh, hey, Stuart!” a guy who I’ve honestly forgotten the name of said, coming up to us with an overly sweet smile. “What’s up?” I asked, giving him an awkward bro hug. “Nothin’ much. Ya know, just hanging around getting my stuff done,” he looked over my shoulder, pretending to just now notice Y/N and shoved me aside. 

“And who might this be?” he asked, sending her a flirty smile. She introduced herself and he continued to flirt with her. Or at least tried. The poor thing honestly just looked confused and when he actually asked for her number, a little too aggressively, she looked frightened. 

“Actually, we should be going. I have to keep showing her around.” I interrupted, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway. “That was…. very strange.” She chuckled and my lips quirked up a little. Only a little. I lead her back to our office and showed her to her desk. “Alright, and that concludes the tour, that seemed to drag on for nine years,” I meant to say that last part quietly but I think she heard it because she frowned a little. “Anyways, if you’re confused or need help then come up and ask me or more preferably anyone else.” With those last (rude) words, I turned and headed back to my desk. 

“Wow, now your chances with her have surpassed negative eight.” Billy said, clapping a hand onto my shoulder. “Who said I wanted to get with her. For all we know, she could be the biggest bitch in the universe. I’m not setting myself up that low.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. 

“BULLSHIT!!” He exclaimed, causing a few heads to turn in our direction. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “She has got to be the purest soul that has ever stepped foot into this building and she can’t keep her eyes off of you.” He gestured his head towards her direction and I looked to see her talking to Neha, but her eyes were focused on me and they were flooded with curiosity. She smiled at me and then turned back to Neha. “Maybe she’s an observer.” I shrugged my shoulders. I heard him scoff while muttering a ‘whatever’. 

“Alright fine. But you have to admit, she’s pretty hot and and the only reason why any man wouldn’t want to get with that is because they are gay. Are you gay Stuart?” He asked, trying to strike a nerve. I glared at him, causing him to chuckle. “No. I am not gay. Dude, you’re old enough to be her great uncle,” I suppressed a smug grin as he scowled at me. “You shouldn’t be thinking like that or I may peg you as a pedophile.”

“She’s over 18, you shit face.” he spat before walking back to his desk, his scowl turning deeper at the sound of my laughter. “I feel the love, buddy.” I said sarcastically before turning back to my work. And by work, I mean my phone.

And that was our first impressions of each other. Ever since that day, I’ve had a serious case of Apodyopsis every time I looked her way. Every time she would come up to me, her cleavage would tease me, and her legs were begging to be wrapped around my head or my waist, so I could pound her into a parallel universe or make her scream so loud that a siren would be jealous, but I couldn’t. 

So, I would just sit there with a semi-hard on and give her the assistance she needed while throwing in an unneeded snarky comment. Every time I would make a comment about her, she would deflate and trudge back to her desk, where she worked quietly for the rest of the day. I honestly felt terrible for how I was acting, but it was either that or completely lose my shit and do things to her that would make the devil blush and I opted for the first option.

It was one of those rare occasions where she actually smiled. Everyone knew that she was extremely kind, but every time I looked her way, she was either sporting the best resting bitch face in history or this adorable little upwards curl on the corner of her lips, that made her look innocent. 

That’s another reason why I avoided her. Her innocence just makes me want her more, and if she’s as innocent as I think she is, then even the slightest look into my thoughts about her could have her holding out a restraining order on me. I don’t stand a chance with her.

Anyways, it was one of those occasions when she actually had a genuine smile on her face. That smile that could light up the whole room. That smile that could outshine the stars. That smile that could make the sun jealous. The only problem was that I wasn’t the one who was making her smile. She had just gotten a little stuffed bear, to add to her collection on her desk. Yep, She had a collection. 

She had a collection of stuffed bears that aligned her desk, near her laptop, on top of her phone, some under her desk if they were too big. Some of them were welcoming gifts from the staff, others were from her family. I debated on getting her one, but decided not to. She got yet another stuffed bear from Neha. This one in particular was a bear dressed as Princess Leia in her slave bikini. “Wow, the Princess Leia slave bikini. Chain and everything. Not enough to strangle anyone, but just enough to make things interesting.” Y/N said to Neha with a wink. They both grinned at each other before walking off. 

“You gotta stop eye raping her, man. That shit’s creepy.” Nick said, coming up from behind me. “I have an idea, why don’t you just ask her out. You might actually get somewhere with her.” I rolled my eyes and stood up to use the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom, Graham just so happened to walk in, cocky as ever. “I heard you’re having a little bit of trouble in romance, my dear Stuart.” He implied, in his bullshit accent. “Dude, I am standing in front of a urinal with my pants halfway down and my junk out. Add that to the fact that you’re a douche bag and I hate you with every single fiber in my being, you are the last person I want relationship advice from.” 

He just shrugged and proceeded to walk to the door. “Those are some very nice shorts Y/N has on today. Makes you just wanna walk up to her and just….. grab at her ass. You know, you don’t have a chance with her, like at all.” I tried to show that it didn’t affect me. “But you know, she was lucky enough to catch my attention, so I just might get up in that.” 

By this time, I had finished and was washing my hands. “You know, walking to the bathroom only to watch me pee and not use the bathroom yourself really says a lot about your character, Graham.” I said, shoving past him and walking back to my coworkers. 

It seems like no one will give me a break about this girl.

~~~

“Why are you always such an asshole to me?” Y/N yelled, trying to mask her hurt expression with anger. I glared at her seemingly getting more irritated as the night moved along. “Maybe because you’re acting like a fucking slut, shoving your tongue down some random girl’s throat!” 

Yes, you heard that right. 

Billy and Nick thought that it would be a good idea to go out and have some “fun” to make Y/N seem more welcome to the group considering that she’s still somewhat new. So here we are at the same exact strip club where we all got drunk off of our asses. 

Yo-yo was already getting his third lap dance, Lyle was sitting with Billy and Nick who were kind of playing chaperone, I lost Neha and Y/N, and I was sitting at the bar alone drowning in vodka shots and my thoughts. I was thinking about going to find Y/N and apologizing to her for being a first class douche bag. Obviously, I’m a more rational thinker when I’m tipsy. Setting my drink down, I set off to actually find her. And when I did find her, I was quite amused. 

Y/N stood on the dance floor in between two strippers grinding her ass off. I crossed my arms, leaning against the wooden post and stared at the way her body moved between them. She looked over and caught me staring, a smirk grazing her lips as she winked at me. She gestured me over with her finger and I stood there, challenging her with my own smirk. She pouted a little before tuning to the stripper in front of her, running her hands her body and onto her exposed breasts. The stripper behind her grabbed her waist, pulling her close to her to whisper something in her ear.

They both turned to look at me again but I was too preoccupied with the way her hips moved and how she bit her lip when I met her eyes again. She pulled away from them and walked up to me, a childish grin making it’s way across her lips. 

“Stewie, come dance! Cocoa and Rainbow are so much fuuunn.” she giggled as she threw her arms around me and made me support her weight. I looked over at the two strippers - Cocoa and Rainbow apparently - and saw that they were beckoning us over while still dancing. Looking down at Y/N, she had a childish pout on her lips and her dilated pupils looked up at me. “You’re drunk.” I stated, chuckling as she rested her head on my chest. “And you’re sexy.” She slurred, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline. 

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.” she whispered and I laughed a little as her arms snaked around my waist. This felt nice. Even though she was drunk off of her ass and won’t remember any of this tomorrow, but I was gonna make the most of it. She suddenly pulled away from me and grabbed my hand dragging me back to the dance floor. “Get some, Stuart!” Nick yelled and I turned to see him and Billy giving me smug looks. I rolled my eyes and let myself get dragged by Y/N. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck, playing with the little hairs and I slowly wrapped my arms around her hips bringing her closer to me. She turned around so her back was against my chest and she ground her hips into mine. I bit my lip as I leaned down and pressed light kisses to her neck, feeling her shiver. She turned around in my arms, her eyes slightly darker. 

She slowly turned around, going back to the stripper, who I assume was Cocoa. She smiled at her, pulling her in by her hips before crashing her lips onto hers. Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that. I turned my attention from the current make-out session and saw the group just as shocked as me. “When I told her to just let go and go crazy, I didn’t think she was going to go that far!” Neha yelled over the music. 

My reality started crashing down as I watched Cocoa slip her tongue into Y/N’s mouth and as Y/N’s hand moved up to squeeze her breasts. I watched as a group of men started cheering them on and I felt my blood boil as when Y/N pulled away some grandpa grabbed her hips and started to grind with her as she smiled wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. She looked like she was having fun, like she felt free. But, I was too pissed with the way that guy, Cocoa and Rainbow were dancing with her to care. 

So, when she turned to me and gave me a bright happy smile, I scoffed, rolled my eyes and stormed out. 

Which takes us to reality and why we’re arguing. “How am I the slut? I was having fun! Maybe if you weren’t too busy acting like someone shoved a stick up your ass, you would know what that is!” She huffed as she crossed her arms. I wasn’t being fair and I knew it, but the alcohol coursing through my system made me not give a shit. 

“Oh yeah, you know letting some pervert dance with you while you make out with a stripper is totally fun, right?”

“Stuart, what are you talking about? You let a stripper deep throat your finger the last time we were there. Let the girl have some fun.” Nick interjected. Y/N grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the group. 

“What are you getting so mad about? I thought you and I were having fun and that maybe you-”

“Maybe I what? That maybe I actually liked you?” I let out a humorless laugh. I saw her cheeks and ears beginning to turn pink. “Listen, Y/N, on that dance floor meant nothing. And if you’re as dense as to think that I would like you over a drunken dance, then you need to wake up and join the real world, or else you’re gonna get hurt.” I was lying straight through my teeth. That dance and that moment when I held her in my arms meant a whole lot more than it probably should have. 

She looked at me, shocked, before her eyes filled with tears and her ears turned a darker shade of red. She glared at me, lifting her hand and slapping me across the face before turning and running off, running past the group and towards the highway. Everyone gave me disapproving looks before running and trying to catch up with her. 

I fucked up. 

~~~

Ever since that night, Y/N has tried her damned near hardest to avoid me. Whether it be during a lecture, at the cafe, in our office, she would move from one side of the room to the other, like I had the plague. 

Whenever she would need help with something, she would literally ask everyone but me. I needed to find a way to talk to her. Which is why I devised a plan to get her to converse with me even if she didn’t want to. 

As we were all walking down the hall for another lecture, I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty conference room. She yelped at the sudden action and glared at me when I closed the door and leaned against it. “What do you want?” She snapped, her stance cautious and alert as she stared me down. “I wanna ask you…. if you want to come over to my place and……. watch a movie?” What the hell was I doing?

Her glare became stonier. “You really think that asking me to a movie night is going to make the way you acted and what you said to me is going to make things better between us?” She asked, crossing her arms, moving towards the door, trying to push me out of the way. I held my ground and I could tell she was getting frustrated as she huffed and pouted. I tried not to show that I was amused and remained “serious”. 

“Look, Y/N, I had a lot of alcohol in my system and I wasn’t in my right mind. I had no right to treat you like that and say that stuff to you, so I’m sorry..” Apologizing felt a little foreign, but I went with it. She stared at me a little before her features softened. “Let me make it up to you. I’m throwing a movie night,” I declared, gently grabbing her arms. “Everyone is invited and if you accept, I will be able to show you, that I’m not as much of an asshole as I put myself out to be.” she chuckled a little, rolling her eyes. “So, can I count on you being there? And if you’re not into it, you can walk out of this room, pretend this never happened and I’ll leave you alone.” I crossed my fingers and every possible appendage that she would say yes.

She stayed silent for a while and I thought that I would have to break out the puppy dog eyes before she sighed and rolled her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. “There better be snacks.” She stated, smiling at me before walking past me and out the door. I let out a huge breath of relief, leaning against the door for support as a huge smile made it’s journey across my face. 

 ~~~

When I announced a sudden movie night at my house, the group were surprised to say the least. My excuse for the questions was me being honest. “I want to make up for me being an asshole.” So, here I was on this rainy Saturday afternoon, planning for my last minute gathering.

I had all the snacks set up. Chips, popcorn, candy and a stack of movies aligned itself on my table. I smiled at my work before my phone vibrated in my pocket and I looked to see that I got a text from the group. My smile dropped immediately. Everyone in the group had canceled, whether it be from other last minute plans or emergencies. The only one who didn’t text me was Y/N, but I doubt that she was still coming. I guess I blew my shot to redeem myself. 

As I was about to start cleaning up my snacks and putting away the movies, a knock sounded on my door. I set the movies down and walked towards my door, opening it to see a drenched Y/N. “Hey,” she stated, seemingly out of breath. “I over slept and almost missed the bus. Am I too late?” she asked, noticing my empty living room. 

“No, you’re right on time. Everyone else just couldn’t make it.” I shrugged my shoulders and she nodded, stepping inside the house. I noticed her shivering and dashed off to my room, trying to find a clean shirt for her. I managed to find one and a pair of boxers before I went back into the living room. She tried to protest, but I insisted and directed her to the bathroom. While I was trying to pour us some drinks, I didn’t hear her step in the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” she asked timidly, startling me and causing me to jump. I turned to her and swallowed a little. 

Why is seeing a woman in your clothing such a turn on? “U-uh, no, no I-I’m fine. Just go ahead and get settled in the - um - the living room. A-And I’ll meet you there.” I wanted to punch myself for fumbling with my words. She smiled at me before disappearing into the living room. We ended up watching a comedy and as the movie progressed, we ended up shifting closer together. Every time she would laugh, I would stare at her. I loved the way she laughed, it wasn’t like those annoying little school girl giggles. It was real. She looked over at me after she felt me staring. I felt myself leaning closer, watching as she began to lean in too. Just as our lips brushed, she pulled away with a small smile. “I’m gonna go get some more soda.” she said with a wink and a giggle. 

A smirk etched across my face as she stood up and walked away, a little sway to her hips. “Who knew you were such a little tease?” I said sitting up. She turned around and challenged me with a smirk of her own. “Am I?” She asked, slowly running her hands up her body and into her hair. I found myself nodding my head as I stared at her and watched her hands roam her body. 

I watched in awe as she groped her breasts through the shirt and her hips moved in a slow rhythm. 

Fuck it.

 I stood up and stalked towards her, grabbing her and shoving her against the wall. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I asked, my breath fanning over her ear. A smirk graced my lips as I saw the goose bumps spread across her (y/s/c) skin. “Do you know the amount of restraint it took me to not bend you over my desk and fuck you until you’re crying tears of full pleasure every single time you so much as glance my way?” My hand slowly trailed down her collarbone, between the valley of her breasts, and to finally coil around her waist, pulling her closer to me. My thigh slotted between her legs as she held onto my biceps to keep herself up.

 “I-” her voice caught in her throat as I pushed her (h/c) hair behind her ear. I dipped down and softly pressed kisses across her throat, all the way down to her collarbone. “Use your words, Bear.” I saw as a blush crept onto her ears, at the nickname I gave her. I actually quite like that nickname, since it fits her so well. “I-I always thought you hated me because - you know- I tend to be annoying and clueless, so I can see why you wouldn’t like me, but I like you…” her voice got quieter as she trailed off. I chuckled as I trailed my kisses back up, stopping right below her ear. “I never hated you, Bear. And you’re not clueless.” I whispered, rewarded with a shiver. “But I-” the fact that she actually thought of herself that way and tried to protest it made me a certain type of angry. I cut her off by nipping harshly at that spot below her ear, causing her to yelp.

 I lifted my head and crashed my lips onto hers, squeezing her hips, making her gasp out giving me enough room to push my tongue in between her lips. I would like to say that the kiss was nice and innocent, but it really wasn’t. My tongue dominated her mouth as she desperately tried to keep up with my pace, me occasionally biting her bottom lip. I explored every crevice of her mouth, bringing my hands down to her ass, making her grind against my thigh. She pulled away from me, chest heaving as she tilted her head back. I nipped at her throat, a whimper leaving her lips. I came to my senses, snapping out of my lustful state momentarily. “You have to tell me to stop,” I murmured into her neck. “If you don’t want this, you have to tell me to stop, right now.” 

 “Please don’t. I want- I need- I-” she sounded absolutely wrecked and I smirked as I forced her to grind harder. “What do you need?”

 “I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me until your name is the only coherent thing I can say. I need you to fuck me until I’m cumming all over your cock and I’m covered in so much of your cum that I’ll belong to you and only you. Please, Stuart.” She whined, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Look at my naughty little Bear, so needy for my cock to fill her up. You want me to fuck you, Y/N?” I teased, watching as she nodded frantically, her (e/c) eyes staring back at me, darkening with lust by the second. I stopped her grinding on me, adoring the small cry she made at the loss of friction and began to undo the ties of my sweatpants. I grabbed her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees, eye level with my crotch. She bit her lip as she shyly began to palm at my erection, causing me to groan at the contact, before she grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down, along with my boxers. 

Her eyes widened a little at the sight of my cock and she lifted a hand to wrap around me, causing me to buck into her hand. She leaned forward and sensually kitten licked the tip, all the while keeping eye contact with me. Oh, I was going to ruin her. 

She finally placed her whole mouth on me, gently sucking the tip while she pumped me in her hand. She looked up at me with those big (e/c) eyes of hers and something in me snapped. I grabbed a fist full of hair and started thrusting as fast as I could, relishing in the feel of hitting the back of her throat each time. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations going straight through me as I continued to fuck her mouth. I pulled back to let her breathe as she started pumping my cock with two hands, looking up at me, before spitting on the head and spreading it along my length. I groaned out as I pulled her up and slammed my lips back onto hers, trailing my hands down to her thighs, signaling her to jump. 

 Stepping out of my sweatpants, I turned and headed towards my room. I laid her on the bed, pulling my shirt off, like it burned my skin, making quick work to remove her clothes as well. I admired her naked body laying down, only for me. I felt a strong surge of possessiveness course through my body, as I pounced on her, my hands roaming all over her warm skin. “Mine.” I grunted as I grind my hips into hers, my dick sliding teasingly through her folds. “Please, Stuart. I’m yours, only yours, please.” She breathed out, lifting her hips to meet mine. I decided to put us both out of our misery and lined myself up with her entrance.

Slowly pushing in, I watched with a dazed expression as her eyes fluttered shut, and she arched up into me, her breast catching my attention. I quickly leaned down, taking her nipple into my mouth flicking my tongue over the hardened nub as she cried out and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper, hitting a new angle. I groaned, pulling out almost all the way before snapping my hips back in. She reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards. 

I brought my lips down to hers, our tongues battling for dominance as I starting snapping my hips into hers at a rapid pace. She moaned against my lips as I went faster, my pace almost punishing. “Fuck, Stuart. Feels s-so good!” She moaned as she began to buck her hips, matching my pace. I groaned at the feeling, hiking one of her legs onto my shoulder, pounding deeper into her pussy. 

I grabbed her hands and held them above her head, ducking my head down to take her left nipple into my mouth again. I flicked my tongue over her hardened bud and felt her walls clench around me furiously as she threw her head back, bucking her hips up to ride out her orgasm, small whimpers leaving her lips. She relaxed after a couple seconds, breathing heavily as I pulled out.

 I was far from finished with her. 

 I gently flipped her over onto her stomach and she quickly got the message and adjusted herself, rubbing her dripping pussy against my cock. I tease her folds with my tip, my other hand smoothing over the soft flesh of her ass before I lifted it and sent a swift smack to the skin. Y/N lurched forward and yelped gripping harshly onto the sheet. I saw the arousal drip from her pussy down her thigh. I grope the flesh of her ass, smoothing down the skin as I lifted my hand and slapped it again.

 She lurched forward again, letting out a little whine, pushing her ass further into my hand. “You like that, baby?” I asked, teasingly as I watched her grind herself against my cock. She nodded her head rapidly and I landed another smack to her skin. “Yes! I love it! I love so much!” She whined, as I teased her folds with my tip again. I pushed in slowly, setting my punishing pace as she bit into the pillow, trying to keep herself quiet. 

I quickly pulled her up against my chest, groaning as she pushed herself against me to match my thrusts. “Come on, baby girl, don’t hide those pretty little noises you make. It’s just me and you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” I grunted in her ear, rewarded with a small moan. I wanted to hear more. I snaked one of my hands up and wrapped my fingers around her neck, squeezing hard, but not enough to cut off her air supply. Y/N let out a long filthy moan, my other hand snaking down to her clit. She let out a string of moans as she desperately gripped onto my forearms. “You gonna cum, baby? Huh? You gonna coat my cock in your juices?”

 "Yes!“

 "Yes, what?” I asked, thrusting faster. 

 "Yes sir!“ She screamed as clenched around me again, riding out her second orgasm.

She slumped down as I pulled out of her. I sat down on the bed and pulled her into my lap, bringing her lips to mine. I caressed her face as she slipped her tongue in my mouth, groaning as my hands traveled down her body to her clit. Her legs twitched as I began to rub slow circles on her sensitive nub and she whimpered into my mouth, grabbing onto my shoulders for support. “You’re so sensitive, Bear. And your pussy is dripping.” I teased in as I began to kiss her neck, sucking on the skin and claiming her as mine.

“You didn’t cum.” She stated, reaching down to stroke my throbbing dick. I groaned at the contact and pulled her hand away, placing a quick kiss to her lips before turning her in my lap, her back against my chest. I began to tease her clit with my tip, my smirk getting bigger every time I saw her thigh twitch. 

I slowly eased into her and the warmth of her walls surrounding me was almost enough to make me cum on the spot, but I restrained myself. I started slow, loving the feeling of her grinding back against me as she laid her head on my shoulder. Both of my hands found their way to her breast, pinching at her nipples as my pace got faster. She whimpered as she tried to close her legs around me but I held her thighs open as I sped up, listening to my skin slapping against hers and her strangled cries of pleasure. 

I groaned as I angled my hips a little and felt her clench hard around me. I pulled one of my hands away from her breast and trailed it down her stomach, her skin hot and sweaty. I rubbed hard circles on her clit, feeling her walls clench around me in a somewhat frenzy, her release so close. 

“Shit! Stuart, I’m- Fuck!” She screamed, as I rubbed faster and my hips snapped into hers rapidly. I leaned up and bit her earlobe. “C’mon baby. Let it all out. Squirt all over my cock.” I grunted as her walls convulsed and she came, chanting my name like a prayer as her juices sprayed onto the bed sheets. I groaned loudly, helping her ride out her orgasm, before pulling out of her. I made her kneel in front of me, grabbing a fistful of her hair with one hand and pumping my cock vigorously with the other. 

I watched as she stared up at me with glazed over (e/c) eyes and her tongue darted out to give a quick lick to my tip. My moans bounced off the walls, as I finally released, my cum shooting onto her flushed cheeks and into her open mouth, some of it getting on her chin and dripping down onto her chest.

I slumped onto the bed, watching as she swallowed what landed in her mouth before looking over at me and teasingly swiping her thumb over her nipple, gathering more before bringing it up to her mouth. She then smiled that cute little innocent smile at me and I huffed, pushing myself up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. “You are literally going to be the death of me.” I mumbled as I carefully wiped her clean. 

She pouted as I wiped her cheek, leaning up to kiss my nose. “How is it that you could be covered in cum and still look so innocent? I feel like I may have violated you or something.” I said, kissing her cheek after she was clean. She giggled as I pulled her to lay on top of me, wrapping the blankets around us. “I look innocent on the outside but I have the mind of a professional porn star.” She stated, causing me to laugh. 

It was silent for a moment as we lay there, me stroking her hair and back gently. “You know, I never hated you, Bear. I just thought that you would never give me the time of day, and that kind of made me bitter.” She wrapped her arms tighter around me and placed a quick kiss to my lips. “It’s okay even though your thinking was completely irrational ” She smiled. I smiled back before thinking it over. “I’m gonna make it up to you.” I declared, earning a look of curiosity from her. “How?” She asked, sitting up so she was straddling me. I smirked as I grabbed her waist and pulled her body up until she was hovering over my face. “Stuart? W-what are you- Oh fuck!” She began to ask me, but cried out soon after when I licked a long stripe from her folds to her clit.

“For starters I think I’m gonna take my time appreciating this pretty little pussy of yours. Make you cum all over my face and then shove my tongue down your throat so you can taste yourself.” I stated attacking her cunt and attaching my lips to her clit sucking hard. She stuttered out curses as she rocked herself against my face shamelessly. I moved from her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole, groaning when she reached down and tugged on a fistful of my hair.

I began thrusting my tongue in her, looking up to see her gripping the headboard, her eyes closed and her mouth open in the perfect ‘O’ shape. I squeezed her ass and smacked it, right as I began to nibble on her clit and that was her undoing. The hand in my hair tightened as she held me still, rock against my face as her juices dripped into my mouth and onto my chin. I lapped up every thing she offered before gently pushing her off to lay her on her back.

I hovered over her as I saw the sweat glistening on her (s/c) skin. I dove in for a kiss, slipping my tongue in her mouth and she groaned as she tasted herself. I pulled away, looking at her with a smug grin. “So, I take it that you liked it?” Y/N gave me a look before shoving me onto my back, attacking my neck with kisses before she began moving down my chest and abs. She left hot open mouth kisses on my hips, before moving down to my already hard dick.

She grabbed me and licked a bold stripe from the base to the tip. I bit my lip as she smirked at me, giving a small kiss to the tip before sinking down on me, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. I groaned loudly as I let my head fall back on the pillow, my hips twitching when I heard her gag a little. I lifted myself up on my elbows and watched as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. I cursed under my breath and swiped a few hairs out of her face. She looked up at me before flicking her tongue over my slit and I moaned out as I realized that I wasn’t going to last much longer. She pulled out of me, pumping my cock while pressing a kiss to the tip.

I definitely wasn’t going to last. 

She pulled me back into her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t fit into her hand. My undoing was when her other hand reached down and started massaging my balls. She swallowed everything after I finished and slowly crawled back up to me. I stared at her, trying to catch my breath feeling completely spent. A smug grin spread across her lips as she rested her chin in her hand.

“So, I take it that you liked it?” 

~~~

I stood, leaning against Y/N’s desk as I waited for her to arrive. We spent the weekend together, until I dropped her off at her place this morning so she could get changed. She told me that she would meet me here which gave me enough time to stop by the store and get her a gift  “Hey, sorry we couldn’t make it.” Billy and Nick came up to me and pat my shoulder. I shrugged, not really bothered by it anymore since my weekend ended up being fantastic. “What ya got there?” Billy asked, trying to see what was behind my back. “A surprise.” I responded and walked off, noticing Y/N walking in. 

She smiled when she saw me and pulled me into a hug. “Nice job covering up the hickey’s” I chuckled as she punched me in the shoulder. She gave me a playful glare as she shoved me a little. She noticed what was in my hand and I lifted it up to hand it to her. She smiled the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and I smiled back as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.

She pulled away and pressed her lips to mine, softly. We must have been a little too preoccupied because when we pulled away, the entire group was staring at us. 

“So - uh - What’s going on here?” Neha asked as I interlaced my fingers with Y/N. I looked down at her and smiled. 

“A gift to apologize for my irrational behavior.” 

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RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so muchAnd don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this” 

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy

He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window

At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?

No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.

MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy

He’s a new RFA recruit???

He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs

MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy

Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek

Yoosung heard his heart-

rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng

He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?

He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up

“Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man

He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”

“Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”

….

“Yoosung?”

“MC…how are you doing this?”

“…Doing what Yoosung?”

“Are you a vantrilaquist?”

“Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”

“I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”

“1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”

His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.

He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back

“Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”

“Your sister???? What???”

“I told you I had a sister!”

“NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”

“I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”

“Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in

She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”

The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista

The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot

“Dear, what are you doing?”

The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”

Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register

“Alright, what’ll you have?”

“I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”

Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of  mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”

“I do?” 

“Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”

“I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over

As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek

‘You’ are frozen on the spot

Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??

“MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.

“MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”

“Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”

Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion

“Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”

“Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.

“I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

It was  opening night for his new show

He was pumped

Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling. 

Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.

So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you

He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses

MC is so sweet he hummed to himself

That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm

He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.

He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself

At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth. 

Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.

He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek

“Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.

“Zen? This is your girlfriend?”

“Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-

“You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms

“I-” They tried to say but

“CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”

“No I’m” Cm tried to say

“Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”

Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time

He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely 

Jumin

He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?

He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.

He was unaware it was a twin

A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in

So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees

“CM PlayerPants” 

He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.

Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional

Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes

Sometimes your love life together involved role playing

Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it. 

He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?

He was in awe with your dedication

Rrrng rrrng rrrng

“Hello?” Your voice answered

He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”

“Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”

“Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him

“Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”

“Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”

“Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.

“Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.

Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home

After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”

“Hey Babe, how was work?”

“Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”

“OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”

“Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now

“Yes! CM!”

“C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

Lets face it

You guys may be sick of hearing this but 

He knew

Of course he knew

He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you

He saw photos of the two of you together

He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time

You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain

The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide.  He knows. 

Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room

He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone 

He knows

He loves it

#TwinSquad

V

His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else

Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together

Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help

And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.

The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well. 

And that is MC

“MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.

‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models

What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-

“Hey Hun!” 

MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.

He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?

No. No this couldn’t be you. 

Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough* 

He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.

MC turns “Can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”

The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”

Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today

He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.

Yep that’s all normal

Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of

“MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in

Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.

You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused

Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what

“MC how-”

You giggled and ran out another door

Only to come back from the hall

“OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”

His outburst made you jump

“Vanderwood wha-”

Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood

He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone

“What in the fuck-”

“Vanderwood what is-”

“Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall

“What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room

“What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them. 

Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”

“You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off

“So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy

“Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.

You all had a good laugh

Except Vanderwood

Saeran

Ok, you guys might hate me for this one

But

I feel like he also knows

I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates

There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals

He takes group pictures of you guys all the time

He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM

Buuut

Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before

I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC

He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness

I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven. 

[kaitymccoy123]

Backwards p.t. 3

Intro: yes yes the drama continues.... how my brain came up with all these words I do not know.  But it did.  So here it is you lovely people. 

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2,044

Triggers: attempted sexual assault (yes it is in this one), bullying, rude name calling, some swearing.  

Summary:  Reader is a botanist on the Enterprise who is bullied often and has low self esteem, and happens to run into Bones one day and develops a crush instantly (who wouldn’t, really?).  Reader works with Bones to save Spock from an injury from an away-mission.  The bullying gets worse as the story goes on and eventually leads to an attempt at sexual assault.  Reader gets away and doesn’t know who to turn to (maybe a certain friendly yet grumpy space doctor?).

ALSO: I was not going to put the sexual assault part in this one but I realized the last part would be like a million words long and this one would be short so I hope this is okay.  It is a little bit of fluff with a lot of negativity so I hope it’s not too dark.  

ALSO(p.t. 2): don’t worry everyone’s favourite doctor is going to save the day.

Read part 1:  Backwards p.t. 1

Read part 2: Backwards p.t. 2

(learning how to hyperlink yay)

-Enjoy!-

You ate meals in your room for the next couple days, wanting to avoid having to deal with people for a while.  You happily worked in your lab with music blasting in your headphones, mainly working on a very large order of Seabaene salve and solution for the medbay as there was going to be another away-mission to the same planet, and Dr. McCoy wanted to be prepared.  

Your heart ached every time you thought about Leonard.  You had only met him formally the day you went to breakfast together but it felt like you had known him for a million years.  You suppressed these feelings as you threw yourself into your work, working late into the evenings and stumbling to bed exhausted each night.  

A week after saving Spock you almost had all the salve and solutions prepared.  Blasting your favourite music, you danced around the lab, using the vials as microphones, feeling happier than you had in days.  

Your music had been so loud that you didn't hear the door open and close and were startled to see a blue shirted body standing in your lab.  

You yelped and dropped the vial you were carrying, sending it smashing to the ground.  You ripped out your headphones, heart pounding, and faced your intruder. 

Leonard.  

"Dammit, I'm sorry I startled you." He swore, setting down the small paper bag in his hand onto a shelf and bending to pick up the broken pieces.  

You knelt as well and reached for the pieces, collecting them gently into your hand as to avoid cutting yourself.  As you reached for another piece your hand bumped Leonard's and you instinctively apologized.  

He didn't respond except to reach and take your hand with the broken glass in it and move the pieces from your hand to his.  His hands were soft and steady, as you assumed a doctor's should be, but there was a light roughness about them that made you curious and want to explore his hands more.  He threw the broken pieces in the garbage and you watched him, heart racing at the prospect of him being here.  

He turned back to face you and you thought your heart was going to explode as you sat down on your work chair.  

You both hesitated a moment before speaking at the same time.

"How's Spock?" You asked. 

"I brought you a muffin." He stated, reaching for the paper bag.  

A laugh escaped you after you both spoke at the same time, which seemed to break the awkwardness between the two of you. 

"What?" You asked as he handed you the paper bag. 

"I brought you a muffin." He half-smiled, his brown eyes sparkling, "blueberry, I thought you would like it since you had blueberries on your waffles when we had breakfast the other day."

You both spoke at the same time again. 

"Thank you." You responded with a smile. 

"Speaking of breakfast..." He started but stopped when your words collided. 

This time you both laughed and the awkwardness had all but melted away.  

"Thank you." You enunciated slowly as if to make sure he wasn't going to speak at the same time.  He laughed at that.  

"You're welcome." He responded, leaning on the edge of your worktable, "and Spock's doing much better now.  Getting back to his aggravating self." He gruffed and rolled his eyes and you giggled.  

"Glad to hear." You smiled and turned to gesture towards a box that was resting on a nearby shelf,  "and your salves and solutions are almost ready, just a few more to..."

He interrupted. "Have breakfast with me tomorrow morning."

Silence flooded between you and Leonard as you struggled for the words to respond.  

"I... uh... I..." you squeaked. 

"No, don't respond to that.  It's an open invitation.  If you want, I will be in the mess hall for breakfast tomorrow morning, and you are welcome to join me." He insisted, lifting himself off the worktable, turning and walking out the lab doors.  

You were dumbfounded, frozen in place for several moments before turning your attention to the muffin in the bag.  You pulled it out and took a bite. 

It was the best damn muffin you ever tasted.  

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You decided to meet Leonard for breakfast in the morning, and set you alarm accordingly, or so you thought.  

As you woke up from your warm, comfortable sleep, you turned to face the clock.  It was 2 hours past what you had set your alarm for, meaning you missed breakfast with Leonard.  

"Shit!" You swore, leaping out of bed and scrambling to get ready, though something in your gut told you that he was gone already, and you missed your chance.  

You scurried to the mess hall, failing an attempt to fix your hair, and nearly slid into the door.  Walking in, you saw the mess hall buzzing with people, none of them Leonard.  

You turned and walked out of the mess hall, your heart heavy.  Looking down the hall, to your dismay, you saw a few of your classmates coming towards you, including the douche-nozzle in the engineering red shirt.  

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." He jeered, coming closer to you, "you look like a dog who lost her bone."

You shot a glare at him and folded your arms across your chest.  

"Or should I say you look like a bitch who lost her Bones." The whole group laughed now and you felt your cheeks warm. 

"Oh look she's blushing, he must have nailed her real good, than." Another boy in blue prodded.  

"Shut up." You whispered. 

"I heard he's real good in bed, a real southern gentleman." A blonde haired girl now said. 

"Shut up." You said a little louder. 

"What was that, plant freak?  You talk so quiet, but I bet you're loud in bed..." The engineering boy sneered. 

"Shut up!" You yelled, your hands now in fists at your side. 

"Ahhh, she speaks!" The engineering boy exclaimed mockingly. 

"Yeah, I do.  And what I am saying is leave me alone.  You guys should be nice to me.  I saved Spock's life and the Captain said if I needed anything, that I should go to him."  The group had gone quiet now as you continued your rant as menacingly as you could, "and don't doubt me for a second that I won't go to him and have you sent off this ship, am I making myself clear?"

"Clear as day." The engineering boy responded, lifting two fingers to his forehead in a mocking salute. 

You stalked past them, your hands still in fists but could still hear whispers of 'bitch', 'slut', and 'whore', emanating from the group.  

You know you shouldn't let them get to you, but still every single time they did.  You rushed back into your lab and began finishing the salves and solutions for Leonard, and as you did your work the fury that had filled your veins was draining as well as your energy and by the end of the day you were exhausted.

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You washed your hands after you stacked the last of the salve on the shelf, grabbed your bag and headed out the door, dreaming of a comfy warm bed, a cup of tea and your book.  

You were so lost in your daydream that you didn't notice three boys standing outside your door until you almost smacked into them.  Looking up, your heart dropped.  One was the douche-nozzle engineering boy, the other two were in blue, all three with evil smirks on their faces.  

"Hello, Plant Freak." The engineering boy drawled.  

"Hello.  Excuse me." You said as you tried to dodge past them, but the engineering boy stopped you with a forceful grip on your arm.   

"Where do you think you're going?" He sneered, and the other two boys snickered.  

Fear coursed through you as you assessed the situation: this was not good.  

You backed slowly towards the doors of your lab, bumping into them and leaning into them.  One of the other boys suddenly reached pressed on the door-pad, and suddenly the doors slid open and you went careening backwards onto the hard floor of the lab.  

The fall knocked the wind out of you and you struggled to sit up.  The three boys advanced on you and you half crab-walked backwards to avoid them.  

"No, no, no, Plant Girl, you are ours tonight." The engineering boy spat, a hungry look in his eyes. 

You looked desperately to the closing doors to see if anyone was passing by that could save you. 

"Doctor Bonesy is not going to save you tonight, sweetheart." He leaned over you, his breath rancid and warm as it neared your face.  

"I want to hear you scream..." he teased and his face got closer and closer to yours.  

You took your chance while you had it and punched him across the cheekbone.  He dropped on top of you, his muscles locking up and you wriggled to get free.  You got up halfway before being slammed down again by one of the other boys who pinned your arms to the ground.  The engineering boy leered closer, rubbing his jaw, and pulled himself up, moving his legs so that he pinned your thighs under his knees.  

"So you like it rough?" He insinuated, drawing out each word, he leaned close and whispered into your ear, "I can do rough." 

You barely had time to be repulsed when he suddenly sat up and drove his fist hard against your jaw, your head snapping back against the steel floor.  

You were taking in a breath to scream, stars floating in front of your eyes, when the boy that was holding your arms down released one hand and stuffed it in your mouth.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, and the engineering boy kneeled harder on your thighs, making you squeak in pain.  

He leaned forwards again, an evil grin on his face, "don't be afraid, sweetheart, this is only going to hurt a little, but you'll enjoy it I promise."

He reached for the belt on his pants and you knew that it was now or never.  You bit down hard on the hand in your mouth, tasting blood, and the boy recoiled his hand with a shout.  You used your free hand to reach up and scratch the engineering boy's face, throwing him off balance, and you rolled out from under his knees.  Springing up, adrenaline coursed through your body as you lurched forward, trying to get your now bruised legs to obey you.  You grabbed onto a shelf to pull yourself forward, but ended up pulling off the box that was set on top of it.  It was the box of salves that you had made for the medbay, and they smashed to the ground, the vials in sharp pieces, their contents spilled out onto the floor.  A hand suddenly wrapped around your ankle and yanked,causing you to fall to the ground, hard, slicing your forearm open on one of the vials.  You kicked out, connecting with someone’s face and heard something crunch and someone shout, but you didn't look back as his hand released your ankle and you scrambled forward over the glass-covered floor.  Finally you were upright and you sprinted to the doors, flinging them open and sliding out into the now dimly lit hallway.  You could hear the boys shouting behind you but that just made you run faster.  You didn't know where to go, or what to do, and tears blurred your vision as you passed room after room.  Finally you looked down to your stinging arm and saw blood dripping down it.  You needed a healing patch, but you had passed the medbay already, and knew that the boys were still following you.  

Suddenly you knew were to go, or instead who you should go to.  You found his room and raised a shaky hand to knock a few time on the door.  You kept looking around for signs of the boys, but you seem to have lost them.  You knocked again, a sob almost escaping you and you desperately hoped that he was in here.  Finally the doors flung open and you took in a sleepy figure clothed in pyjama pants and shirt, yawning and looking grumpy.  

Then he saw you, and his face changed. 

- Thanks for reading!  I know it got a little intense, sorry.  I hope you liked it and the last part will be posted tomorrow!  Goodnight! - 

[mangolianblossom]

The Resetti Monologues

(Disclaimer: This is not 💯 Original, I found it on DeviantArt by someone under “ActionTeamInc” and I decided to revamp the whole thing. Their account is technically dead, they last updated in 2012.)

Here’s the original: http://actionteaminc.deviantart.com/art/The-Resetti-Monologues-197661585

[WARNING: Semi-NSFW content, mainly the language/swearing]

1st Reset- (Once the player leaves their home, Resetti pops out of the ground and faces the player)

Resetti: Hello. The name’s Resetti, Mr. Resetti. If ya want the full name, look it up in the phone book.

Have we met before at the café perhaps? Eh? it doesn’t matter. On behalf of everyone at Nintendo, I’d like to say thank you for purchasing Animal Crossing.

What version is this, again? Uhhhh… Think mole, think! Ah screw it! There’s too many of those damn games to name in the first place!

You may not know it (name) but you and me, we got issues to discuss.

Now back at HQ the Reset alarm just went off meaning YOU just reset. Or maybe you turned the power of without saving, sound pretty familiar, huh?

What was that? Did you just admit it? Did you say what I think you said?

AHA, WE’VE GOT OURSELVES A SUSPECT!

Now listen up and listen good kid, cuz I get real tired and REAL angry when I got to repeat myself. It’s MY job as part of the Reset Rehabilitation Bureau to keep kids like you in line.

Every time you reset it’s like pulling the fire alarm at school with no fire around. You go and do that and a teacher or a principal’s gotta lecture you and give ya detention right?

Well same scenario here kid, no offense, it’s just my job; I get paid to belt out the bad. So no more resettin’ kid, we clear?

Good! Before I leave ya alone, one more thing.I’ve been told I’ve got sort of an acid tongue and I’m a bit of a hothead at times. I scare people in a way and I get ‘em all upset.

But I kept it nice and calm today since it was your FIRST offence for now, okay? So let’s all try to keep on good terms, alright? Good!

Now…..SCRAM!

2nd Reset- (Once the player leaves their home, Resetti pops out of the ground and faces the player)

Resetti: Oh it’s just you again… No I’m not really THAT angry about you resettin’. After all it’s just HUMAN nature to do the opposite of what you’re told!

It’s like some kind of problem kid’s have today with social morals, big part of society. Saw some bigwig named K.K. Slider talkin’ about it in the papers.

Well guess what punk those social morals are what make society function a whole lot better! So straighten up real soon, ASAP!

Now back to your little problem, or what I like to call my encroaching headache. Every time you reset, these lights and sirens go off on a switchboard back at HQ and start playin’ the electric mambo at full blast and on full bass!

KINDA FREAKIN’ HARD TO MISS DON’T YOU THINK!!! …. take a deep breath… Inhale….. Exhale…….much calmer…Much better…Relax.

I think a kid with an attention problem such as yours can understand what kind of pain that brings me.

Here’s some examples of resetting in the REAL world. Let’s say you tank a test, can you reset take that thing and take it again!? Say ya over slept, could ya turn back time and get your tush outta bed on time!?

No, that would be stupid! So think about that when you’re about to reset, that it’s stupid!

(Sarcastically) Awww, look at ya giving me that “how-long-is-guy-gonna-keep-it-up” look. Ya look so adorable when ya do that.

I get it punk, I get it, I’m half-past a lozenge and an Aspirin anyway, ‘bout time I get tunnelin’.

But don’t reset again. Because next time I’ll have on my angry hat! And trust me, it’s one very ugly hat, worse than an ugly sweater from yer mother!

Before I go one more thing. Before ya tuck yourself to bed, brush your teeth! You got moss growing in between!

Now…….SCRAM!

3rd Reset- (Once the player leaves their home, Resetti pops out of the ground and faces the player)

Resetti: Oh great…. it’s the one and only retard again!

(NAME)!

What did I tell you the LAST time I was over here, huh? I can see you making a mistaking once or twice but this is your THIRD REMINDER!!!

Maybe it’s time to see a doctor or somethin’, huh, skippy?!

I mean not resettin’ ain’t that FUCKIN’ hard! You DON’T press a button! It’s THAT simple, even a retarded monkey like CHAMP can do it! And I’m pretty sure you qualify in that category.

Look around in your stanky ass world; you SEE a button labeled RESET in (town name) (player’s name)?!

No dumbass you don’t, so don’t play this shit with me!

The thing is every time you pull this lame ass stunt, a guy YELLS in my EAR on the PHONE! Think that’s fun ASSHOLE?!

GAH!!!

Huuffff….Haaaaaahhh…Hoooooo….whew

Man, you really got me worked up today y'know?

But this ain’t the tip of candle, oh no. Push me one time punk, and I’ll show you what TRUE fury I have in me!

You gettin’ me kid!? Are the lights on up in there!? They better be this time because I’m NOT going to be wasting my voice with your ass!

Before I leave, one more thing. clean yer ears tomorrow mornin’, you got spuds growin’!

Now…….SCRAM!

4th Reset- (Once the player leaves their home, Resetti will this time be waiting outside far from their house)

Resetti: Hey! jackass! come over here for a bit, I wanna talk to your retarded ass!

(leave the acre or read the bulletin once) Hey! where the FUCK do think you’re going!? What are ya, deaf AND stupid!?  Now get your nary ass over here you little punk!

(leave the acre or read the bulletin twice) I’m getting tired of your stupid ass you ignorant shit fucker! Now get the FUCK over here before my skull caves in from the stress you put me through you little bastard!

(leave the acre or read the bulletin thrice) That’s IT you little shit! ONE MORE TIME!!! One more time of that bullshit, and you’re clearly fuckin’ with me! Do it, I dare you! Do it and see what happens!

(leave the acre or try to read the bulletin a fourth time, but Resetti burrows over to where you are standing) GAH HA HA HA HA HA!!! You thought you could run from ME?!?! I’m the LAW around here you little bitch and don’t you forget it! Now yer gonna listen every single Goddamn word I have to say. So let’s put our listening ears on!

(Once the player has headed to Resetti or if he has already burrowed over to them) You know you’re a real piece of work of y'know that? What would your mother think?!

You know I had to put up with some fucked up head cases in my time, but you top my list!  

And don’t be pressin’ the A and B button like you don’t give a shit, that ain’t gonna get you outta THIS jam!

You know, every time you reset a villager in (Anytown) gets kicked in their damn nuts, or if it’s a female, the cunt. Or maybe you’re one those people with other friends or none at all.

But, the last time I checked the whole Tom Nook n’ Crazy Redd thing was pretty popular! Hell in one place, Crazy Redd is like fuckin’ Coca-Cola over there, they can’t get enough of him!

But enough of the stock market crap, we need to stop this fugly habit of yours FAST! Right here, right now before I get an ulcer!

Enough already kid my throats raw talkin’ to yer stupid ass. And these tunnels don’t make themselves!

I dig through solid earth without knowing where the FUCK I’m going except for my family giving direction over the Bluetooth earpiece, AND IT’S ALL AT ONCE!!!

On top of that, if I miss the target sometimes I dig through the Earth’s MANTLE!!!! IT’S AN AWFUL JOB FER ME!! So think about others than yourself for once, ya douche!

Before I go, one more thing. Change your hairstyle, you look like a fag!

Now……SCRAM!

5th Reset: (The player leaves their home, this time, Don burrows out of the ground)

Don: H-hey!

WAAAAHH!!

Oh my god! That seriously scared me! I thought I was gonna pee myself again!!

Hey there and all that jazz, the name’s Don Resetti. I’m Sonny Resetti’s big brother.

Sonny’s out sick and decided to call off work today, he said maybe I was best to handle it.

So Listen, my bro can get a little hot-headed at times and his language has been known to be a bit…questionable, and a bit explicit. Sonny is also a bit pigheaded, moleheaded?

But don’t get me wrong, the little guy’s got a heart, a big one. If didn’t do what he did, he wouldn’t care about his job. y'know? The world would stop turnin’, y'know what I mean (name)?

If Sonny’s behavior has offended you in any way, the Resettis would like to apologize in advance.

Oh wow! I forgot why was here. I’ll be moleskin if I don’t do my job properly!

Ahem, Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do… 🎵🎶

Resetting ain’t good, so don’t do it! Also save your game too, effort can be a bad thing to waste. Are we um, Crystal-like clear on that?

Okay! Im glad that’s cleared up. 

See ya!

6th Reset- (Sonny bursts out of the ground, angrily flailing around with his pickaxe. But he is facing the wrong direction)

Resetti: GRAAAAGGHH!!!!!!

Where’s (name)?! Where is that no good, backstabbing, son of a bitch!?

(turns around)

THERE YOU ARE!!! You know (name) you’ve been a real splinter in my dick recently. I just got over a cold and YOU DO IT AGAIN!

Here I am, enjoying a nice piping hot bowl of chicken noodle, UNTIL THE RESET ALARM WENT OFF AND SPILLED IT ALL ON MY CROTCH!!!

MY DICK HURTS SO MUCH THANKS TO YOU!!

That’s the kind of effect you have on people. You resetting is like killing a rabbit in (player’s town), then some fuckin’ giant ass monster appears in (friend’s town)!

You’re an asshole that affects the world (name).

What’s that smirk? Do think that this is funny? Think I’m some sort of stand-up mole?

WIPE IT OFF FAST YA HEAR?!…….This isn’t funny at all, this shit’s serious.

My brother Don came out here and was “Mr. Nice Guy” with ya right? Well guess what Fort Fucker, “Mr. Nice Guy” gone now, used up that opportunity.

Now I have to deal with your stupid ass antics, AGAIN! So get some Trojan condoms motherfucker ‘cuz I gonna REEM your ass when I’m done with you!

Before I go, one more thing: Stop staring at people as they enter a room, ya look like a retarded dummy!

Now…….SCRAM!!

7th Reset- (Resetti bursts out of the ground, with a demented grin on his face, the grin is so wide that if he smiled any more his mouth would slide off in seconds)

Resetti:

HOWDY HOO (name), LET’S CHAT FOR A BIT!

Can I get ya glass of water? A plate of cookies? A sandwich? Well anyway, you reset AGAIN! Anything I can do to make you stop?

(Mr. Resetti’s smile diminishes and goes into a rage) FUUUUCCKKKKKKKK THHIIIIISSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can’t be nice to you, you don’t deserve it! It almost makes want to vomit knowing you reset this much, you fucking bastard!

YOU MAKE ME SICK TO MY GODDAMN STOMACH!!!!

Don told me,“Oh, why not be nice to (name)? Maybe he’ll stop and listen to you.”

FAT FUCKING CHANCE!!!

The thought of ME being nice to a dirt muncher like you makes wanna roll over into an early grave!

So how about this…

FUCK YOU!!!!

FUCK YOU!!!

FUCK YOU!!!!

AND FUUUUCK YOOOU!!!!

AND IN CASE THAT MESSAGE DIDN’T GET ACROSS IN ENGLISH!!! (Shows giant middle finger to player)

THAT’S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER!! I KNOW SIGN LANGUAGE!!!

If I EVER have to come over here again, I’ll shove this pickaxe SO FAR up yer ass it’ll take the WHOLE hospital to remove it!

Before I go, one more thing: Watch the news!! ya might learn something, dumbass!

Now…….SCRAM!!

8th Reset- (The ground opens up as usual, but a geyser of (coffee) shoots into the sky for a second, then dies down to reveal Sonny in a white pajama top splattered​ with crap in one hand carrying a newspaper and another with his usual pick axe, his mining helmet is splattered with shit as well)

Resetti: You dirty bastard… You had to do it while I had the runs.

You just HAD to RESET while I was on the shitter!

One moment I’m shitting out my organs AS USUAL due to my ongoing stress with ya, then the NEXT THING I know the ALARM for Reset-Happy-Retards goes off!

Guess what happened next?

THAT’S RIGHT–I RELEASED MY BOWELS!!!

I can tell you right now that toilet is never going to be the same again. Even the plumber couldn’t fix that shit, and he passed out from the stench!

You proud of yourself!? Look at your giddy little ass over there smilin’.

OF COURSE YA ARE!!! IT JUST MEANS YOU LOVE THIS CRAP! YOU EAT IT UP!!!

Am I some kind of fuckin’ clown to you!? Some harlequin to amaze and amuse you!?

FUCK YOU FAGGOT!!!

I need a water closet thanks to you, and probably wouldn’t expect any money from you as a loan for it.

Y'know why?

POOR ATTENTION SPAN!!

POOR SOCIAL SKILLS!!!!

POOR BEHAVIOR!!!

POOR MANNERS!!

POOR PERSON OVERALL!!!

You’re just a reset happy little cheater is what you are! I got your number bitch!

If I happen to need an organ transplant cuz something eventually goes wrong with my body, YOU’RE gonna be my donor.

Because I’ll make sure you never see the light of day again!

Did that wake you up from Reset For Shits And Giggles Fantasy Land!? It better, because right now, I want some ME time!

Before I go, one more thing: Wipe your ass REAL good before you get done shitting!

For God’s sake your how old and you’re still making tracks in your boxers/panties?

Get with the FUCKING program kid, only bed-wetting-piss-your-pants BITCH babies do that shit, so WIPE!

Now…….SCRAM!!

9th Reset- (Mr. Resetti appears this time with gray tank top splattered with white goop and sweat. In one hand holding a pick axe, the other, a box of tissues)

SON OF A BITCH!

Y'know I was just beating off to my latest porn I bought, “Moles Gone Wild 7” and you had to FUCK it up!

This one bitch was at her climax and she was squirting like a Super Soaker! But no, you had to go and press that STUPID FUCKING BUTTON again didn’t you?

Now ol’ Resetti gotta put his porn back for ANOTHER day! (like THAT’S ever gonna happen with you!)

I now gotta read you the riot act. Do you know how HARD it to dig one these tunnels with a stiff cock?!

IT HURTS LIKE FUCK!!!

Every now then when I dig the damn thing is getting hit with various rocks and gravel! You want to know what made it like this?!

VIAGRA!!!

Yeah, doc’s been telling to cut down on the stupid shit on my down time. But how can I with YOU around?

Let’s do EXAMPLES again, since those are oh- so-FUN to do!

Let’s say resetting is like my dick right now, it’s a hard habit to break, I know I’ve tried!

But if you BEAT IT OFF enough times then it won’t be a problem anymore, and it’s die down!

GET THE PICTURE?!?! Good!

One more thing: Don’t strangle yourself with a belt while jerking off, you sick fuck, you’ll kill yourself!

Y'know what, forget what I just said, just erase from your whole mind. It’ll probably save me a lot of trips over here anyway.

Now…….SCRAM!!

10th reset: (Big Daddy Resetti appears)

Hello there I’m Big Daddy Rethetti, the father of the Rethetti brothers. You and me kid, we got ithues to dicuth.

Now ath parth of the Rethet Thurveillanthce Thenter, I’m the bosth, but that'th bethideth the point, to keep the general public aware of the dangerth of rethetting.

(you get two answers, “What are the dangers?” and “Ha!”)

(Choose “Ha!”) Are you making fun my acthenth!? You better juth thtop right there pal, Big Daddy don’t play games with clownth.

Do ya wanna prevent the rethetting problem, or you wanna become part of the peanut gallery?

(Choose “You call that an acthenth, sounds more like a hair lip!” or “Sorry I’ll listen.”)

(Choose “You call that an acthenth, sounds more like a hairlip!”)

Thonny was right, ya are just some bathtard with no manners! You need to rethpect your elders! Give me an apology athole!

(Choose “I’m thorry”, or “I’m sorry”)

(Choose “I’m thorry” and Big Daddy will repeat the last speech)

(Choosing “What are the dangers?”, “Sorry I’ll listen”, or “I’m sorry” will go to this dialogue)

Good! The dangers of rethetting are just one in particular, but it ONLY needs to be one.

Rethetting you thee, abolisheth data that YOU earned ath the right ath the player. So in turn, you are only hurting yourthelf.

Thankth, it’s eathy to think of something negative when thingth go your way in game, but that doethn’t mean you rethet and a thart all over. Ya gotta roll with the puncheth, go with the flow.

Tho don’t rethet from now on! ya here? By the way, Don thays hi!

One more thing: thay in school and go to college! You’ll get a good job and get money there!

Now THRAM!

11th reset: (Sonny will appear with his original gear on, but he’s holding a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels and is piss-yourself-drunk)

DAAAHH!!!

IT TOO LOUD AND BRIGHT!

FUCK YOU THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!!!

Ooohh great, it’s the walkin’ talkin’ garbage can, the one and only (name)!

You reset again didn’t ya, DIDN’T YA?!?!

Well c'mon, you me are gonna have it oouut! C'mon, I’ll kick yer ass! I shit myself, I’m already halfway there! 

(starts crying his eyes out) Why do you do this meeee?! Do you HATE me? I’m not that bad a person. I’m a big (BELCH) teddy bear! (Sobs)

(shits his pants and starts laughing) Dah hah hah haaaah! That gave you something to think about didn’t it? Well gotta go and toss out these undies! THEY LOOK LIKE SHIT!

(shits his pants again and laughs agains) Ha! You got that one didn’t ya! Yeah!

One more thing: alcohol FUCKS you up! But it was funny, huh?

Now, uh…uh…DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE OR SERIOUS SHIT HAPPENS!

(shits his pants for a third time and burrows out)

12th Reset- (Resetti appears this time smoking marijuana, his eyes are pink and halfway closed)

Duuuude, awesome colors, man.

Why am I here again? …Oh, you reset which means I’ve gotta talk to ya before my DAD gives lip about it. Uh…don’t reset or something?

Hey, you want to hear a funny ass joke? A man and a woman are going at it hot and heavy, until they hear a sound at their door. It’s their son Timmy.

Timmy says, “Oh my God” and runs out the room. The father says, “I’ll go talk to Timmy”. He walks down the hall to find Timmy giving it hot and heavy to grandma.

The father says, “Oh my God!” Timmy replies, “Not so funny when it’s your mother now is it?” You like that one? That killed at the family reunion. I’d put Dr. Shrunk off stage with that joke.

Got anything to eat in there I’m fuckin’ hungry! Ah forget it, Mama Resetti’s got them nice Rice Crispy Squares back at the Reset Surveillance Center, which our home now since the family took over.

I know, bum deal right? Got work 24/7 to listen to a loud alarm, then stop what you’re doing, just to tell somebody to stop doing something as little as resetting. It’s ludicrous, man!

It’s especially hard on me because I’m always the main guy to deal with it, but every fifth reset in a row on my family members handles the job for me.

Goes like Don, who you’ve met, my brother, always willing to help out and be nice, comes from my mother’s side.

Then my dad “Big Daddy”, “Mister Hard Ass”, he’s gets on me when my behavior is a little “out of control”. Geez, dad get a grip! I mean he’d be pissed to if he had to deal with crap I had to on a DAILY basis.

Then there’s Mama, she is the nicest person in the whole wide world, there isn’t a nicer or more generous than her.

But finally there’s my cousin, “Vicious” Vole Vinnie, the meanest, most foul-mouthed mole around. He’s been kicked out his home for awhile 'til he straightens up, but I doubt it.

The guy’s a real inferno, I mean I’m nothing compared to him. I might scare people a bit when I talk, but this guy’s the BIGGEST asshole alive! So you’ve been warned, kid.

Wow, this stuff really mellows ya out!

One more thing: Weed is awesome! You should try it out sometime!

Have a nice day, Mr/Mrs/Ms/Miss (name)!

13th Reset- (Resetti appears this time with a brick of cocaine, and slams his face into it)

*SNORT*

HAAAAAH

FUCK YOU!

One more thing: RESETTING AND RAZORS ARE FOR GODDAMN PUSSIES!!! SCRAM BITCH!

14th Reset- (Resetti will appear with a bag of crystal meth, bloodshot eyes, and messed up fur)

I’m so FUCKING pissed off!

One more thing: DON’T RESET!

UP, UP, AND AWAY MOTHERFUCKERS!

(Resetti flies away for some apparent reason)

15th Reset- (Mama Resetti appears with a beam of light from the sky, doves from above, and an angelic chorus singing)

Hello there hon! I’m Mama Resetti, but you can call me Mrs. Resetti.

Would you like a cookie? No? Okay, some other time then, hon. Well, my lil Sonny is out sick today so I’d thought I’d cheer the both of you up by filling in. Sounds good hon?

Alright, look at adorable smile! I don’t know why my husband and Sonny were so worried about, you seem like a good egg (name).

Of course I feel bad my lil boy’s relapsing from a that “bad stuff” he had in his system… But I’m sure he’ll be as fit as fiddle afterwards!

Now onto resetting. I understand with resetting, it’s like a piece of candy you can’t get enough. But what if all that candy runs out?

The same goes for your gaming system, if you reset too much you going to hurt the poor thing dearie.

So please be a nice, caring, kind, and gentle soul like you are and don’t reset, save your game hon.

Have a WONDERFUL day!

16th Reset: (Sonny bursts out of the ground, angrily flailing around with his pickaxe.)

RAAAAAGGGGGHHH!!

DON’T FUCKING RESET!!!

WHAT’S IN YOUR FUCKED UP HEAD DON’T YOU GET?!?!?

Gaahhhhh…….Hooooo…….Haaaah…..Seeing spots over here…

You know you’re givin’ me ALL sorts of health problems, you know that you little bastard? I just relapsed, now I gotta deal with your shit again!

I got chronic tunnel toe 'cuz of you! I’m on shittastic diet now thanks to your sorry ass.

I have to make yogurt from scratch. Try eating spicy meatball yogurt, it’s awful shit, tastes like cat shit mixed with some Indian food!

Thing is, MY life ain’t fun thanks to YOU resetting.

HEY HEY HEY!! you were gonna do it again weren’t ya?! You were gonna reset on me! Go ahead! do it, I’ll just keep coming back fucker.

Plus I’m not stopping this conversation unless truly understand me, m'kay?

(answer either “Got it” or “Huh”)

(Huh) What are you retarded? Am I speakin’ in tongue to ya’ stupid? Was my last speech too difficult for the idiot with the brain the size of an atom. Don’t make me repeat the whole thing again Fort Fucker, I’m tired an’ worn!

(Got it) Good you better ya gutless door mat, 'cuz if I gotta come over here again, I’m getting a lawyer to sue you for everything you got, so watch it!

One more thing: wash your crotch, it smells like a fucking fish market down there. I travel umpteen miles all over Bum Fucked Egypt, and I gotta smell that shit. Scrub it REAL good ya bum!

Now………SCRAM!!!

17th Reset- (Sonny bursts out of the ground, angrily flailing around with his pickaxe.)

GRRAAAAAHH!!

STOP.

JERKING.

MY

FUCKING.

CHAIN

YOU

FUCKER!!!

GAH…….HAH…hooooooo…..gaaaahhhh…..

Blood pressure’s at an all time high now! You know I get the feeling you hate me, don’t you?

You do this just for kicks. Look at the ugly ass smile…. STOP IT, STOP IT!!! You fucking hurt me…

No one pushes it this far, NO ONE! But I’ll straighten you good this time punk!

Let’s see nothing in the manual for a case like this….

AHA! I’VE GOT IT!

You’re gonna repeat a line I’m gonna state to ya exactly as I say it. Screw it up and we do it over again, punk!

1,2,3! okay no feedback. Now say… “I AM A RESETTING, CHEATING, FAGGOT FUCK OF A PUNK” (it’s varies every

Go on say it professsor!

(Say something different or do it incorrectly) Are you deaf?! Or are you fucking with me again?! Trust me punk we’re gonna be here all day if keep it up. So cut the crap and say the line will ya?

(Say the phrase correctly) Yeah that’s what I thought. That’s you all over. As long as we understand each other then we got no problem. But seriously, kid I’m getting’ pretty tired of that devil-may-care attitude of yours, it’s the fucking pits for me!

One more thing: get some dental work done ya snaggletoothed fuck!

That smile looks so bad it could scare your reflection. Hell, I even shit my pants lookin’ at them damn things.

Now………SCRAM!!!

18th Reset- (Sonny bursts out of the ground, angrily flailing around with his pickaxe.)

GAAAAAAAHHH!!!

RESET RESET RESET!

THAT’S ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT PUNK!

I think I get you now, you wanna reset. Well let me help ya, I’ve got a reset button of my very own right here my holster.

I’ll reset everything, clean FUCKING slate, you won’t have to worry about resetting no more. That sound good douchebag, you want that?

Fine, here it goes the grand daddy of all resets!

(Everything goes black for several seconds) HA! Did I scare you? Did somebody wet their pants in real life out there?

Good, because the next time I won’t just do that, I’ll tunnel through your house, you little monster!

One more thing: Clean them undies, ya crapped yourself when I pulled that stunt ya little wuss!

I didn’t expect you to be such a coward, especially after you reset this much, ya prick!

Ya know, just throw 'em away they’re starting to stank up the joint, wimp!

Now………SCRAM!!!

19th Reset- (Resetti pops out of the ground and faces the player with a tired appearance, he has sunken eyes, a droopy nose, and slightly matted fur. Overall, he just looks like he’s about to cry)

Ugh…you just don’t quit, do ya?

You know I’m going to be real calm about this, this time, you know why? Because it’s habitual now. My doctor tells me why stress over something that’s not going to fix itself.

That means you kid, are a permanent problem. Either that or you enjoy doing this for shits and giggles because I somehow entertain you in some way. But whatever…

Look at it this way, (name), if you keep resetting every day for the rest of your life what will you accomplish by honest means?

That’s what I’m talking about, Honesty. it’s the best policy to ever exist. Yeah, so mull that around your noggin for a bit.

I might as well tell you this is my last time tunneling out due to your “problem”. From now on, my cousin Vinnie deals with you.

And let me tell you, after you’re done with him one time, you’ll never want to reset again. So yeah, I said my peace. Hopefully you’ll give this whole reset thing a rest.

*Sigh* Before I go, one more thing: get a dictionary the next time you reset, because you’re gonna need it.

Now…forget it you know by now, I’m tired… *sniffle* (by now, he’s out of his hole on the ground weeping, you have 2 choices. “What’s the matter?” or “Fuck You!”)

(What’s the matter?) Kid, you dunno how hard my life is. Every day, EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY! I have to deal with bullshit at every second.

One minute Don’s complaing to me about laundry, the next one dad’s all whiny about me acting out over something little.

And the third, V-Vinnie’s hav-havin’ a dr-dru-drunken poker party! I’m so sick an’ tired of it!!

*Sonny’s arms are stretched out, he wants a hug from you. The player presses A to do so. You can hug him as long as you would like, or until he’s stopped crying*

Heh, thanks kiddo. I kinda needed to get a that outta my body. Don was right, I should be nice to you.

Well, look at the time, I gotta get tunneling before Mama’s done with dinner. We’re having Chicken pot pie! (It’ll be delicious [name]! Too bad you ain’t coming, you don’t deserve none!)

*Tunnels out*

(Fuck you!) You know what, FUCK YOU TOO (NAME)! You make my life a living hell since you reset every goddamn day of the year! I hope my cousin Vinnie burns you in a FIRE!!

*tunnels out*

20th Reset- (Vicious Vole Vinnie pops out…)

Vinnie:

LOOK AT THIS RESETTIN’

COCKSUCKIN’

BUTTFUCKIN’ FAGGOT RIGHT HERE!!!!!

What are you smilin’ at, chump? The name’s Vinnie, “Vicious” Vole Vinnie.

Learn it, fear it, an’ say it. 'Cuz I HATE it when some FUCKTARD like you screws it up!

(Looks at you) HEY HEY HEY! What the FUCK are you lookin’ at loser!?

Settle down before this mole gets really fuckin’ pissed, jackass…

(looks back to your character) Now what the fuck was I talkin’ about before I lost train of thought due to that duckweed over there?

OH YEAH!!

YOU RESET, DIDN’T YA?!?!

Listen good you cum guzzlin’ jizz bag 'cuz I get real irrated if I gotta repeat myself to retarded people like YOU!

When YOU reset, it’s like starting a national crisis back at base.

A loud as fuck siren goes, Don calms every down, AND SINCE YOU RESET SO MUCH, I gotta talk to retarded ass from here on out!

It takes a lot time out MY busy fuckin’ schedule. I mean I was just watchin’ a fuckin’ football game an’ you had to ruin it you inconsiderate little cocksucker.

It’s obvious you have NO consideration for other people or sports for that matter ya cheap bastard!

So if I have to come over here again an’ you interrupt my “ME” time, I’m gonna kick your ass dead kid.

One more thing: Dress normal like everyone else you little pole smokin’ grease bag!

For fuck’s sake it’s miracle no one’s called you a GODDAMN queer yet!

Now…….

FUCK OFF CHUMP!!!

[texting-an-alien]

The Welders: Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Barney the Dinosaur didn’t have Tattoos

Okay, forget sounding like Doctor Who, it was definitely bigger on the inside. I was lead up a winding staircase that was a dark oak engraved with ivy and branches so life like I was concerned they had grown a special breed of ivy and wrapped it around a staircase. Ferris and Delia were in front of me and Lee was behind me, making it feel like they were making sure I didn’t run off while also leading me to my certain doom. At the top of the staircase we ended on a landing, one visible from the lower floor, and stood in front of a green door, lined with gold with a large “W” painted in gold on the front.

The inside was like one of those offices that you see in history books with famous dead people standing around them and making important decisions. There was a large wood desk, a leather rotating chair, a bookshelf on either side of the room, two large ferns beside a pair of floor to ceiling windows. The windows didn’t do much because of the fact they were covered by heavy velvet curtains so the room opted for yet more candles dripping colorful wax. There was a coat rack with a velvet brown suit jacket and an untied yellow tie.

“Alright let’s do this." Ferris said and moved behind the desk. He seemed a little out of place, too small for the large desk and large chair. It was obvious this was not his normal area. The jacket was obviously not his too.

“What exactly are we doing?” I asked, and he motioned for one of the two chairs in front of the desk. I carefully took one, expecting one of the twins to sit beside me but they only stood next to the door.

“We are going to make a family tree. You say you don’t know how you got here well obviously you know something even if you don’t realize it. Now, can you give me a name?” Ferris asked.

I groaned and leaned back in the chair. “Amy Preston, didn’t we already go over this?”

“Yeah but we can’t get any false information." Ferris replied and began digging around in what I guessed where drawers.

“Where...Delia do you know where he put the Stemma?” Ferris asked, looking up. Delia replied with a shrug and went back to picking at her fingernails.

Before he could return to the drawers, the door opened revealing someone who was definitely not a purple and green dinosaur.

+++++++++

If not a dinosaur, I had been picturing a man, extremely tall, skinny, mousy, with light brown hair. He would wear tweed coats and only sip tea. For some reason the name Barney just sounded that way.

I was half right.

The man standing in the doorway, or taking up much of the space was in fact wearing a light blue button up, a brown suit jacket, and had a pair of circular glasses tucked into the pocket of his jacket. In his left hand he held a large wooden staff that held a glass orb similar to the one in my hands. It was intertwined with the staff, making a safe little cage for it, and the wood leading up to the top as adorned with scratches and carvings. He had grey-silver hair and a slightly overgrown beard and moustache with blue eyes. What I wasn’t expecting was the tattoos that were literally everywhere.

They were poking out from under his collar and around his suit sleeves. When he removed his coat, hanging it up, and rolling up his sleeves it revealed yet more that I hadn’t noticed. They’re were so many I guessed half of them didn’t have any meaning. It varied from flowers, portraits, dice, spider webs, pin up girls, to skulls, names, chinese letters, animals, and even a few doodles that looked like a child's.

I was spending too much time looking at the tattooes before I realized he was looking from Ferris, to Delia, to Lee expecting something, I had obviously missed something.

Lee was the first to speak and his voice came out more of a trembling mumble, “Um, this is A-amy Preston, she j-just came into camp we were going to do a f-family tree."

“Family tree huh? How were we planning on doing that?” Barney asked, walking behind the desk and shooing Ferris away.

“With the Stemma." Ferris replied, now standing behind my chair. I hunched over just a bit more, realizing that this could possibly be the worse mistake of my life. Delia didn’t look all high and mighty now, Lee had suddenly found the ground extremely interesting, and Ferris honestly looked like he was about to cry.

“And how do we know that she is in the Stemma?” He asked, linking his fingers over his desk.

“She’s related to Patrick, cousins. She’d have to be in the Stemma somewhere."

“Do we absolutely know that? Did Patrick say she was related to him? Does she have some kind of proof?”

“I have a driver's permit," I offered and his cold blue eyes finally looked at me. It was obvious that was not the correct answer.

“We didn’t actually ask Patrick, Delia and Lee brought her in." Ferris said, quickly taking the spotlight off of himself and onto the others by the door. After receiving a death glare from Delia, Ferris took a few steps back into a corner.

“She was already inside of the walls when we found her sneaking around Patricks trailer," Delia explained. I rolled my eyes but decided not to say anything because I really did not feel like having Barney’s eyes in me again.

“And how did she get in?” Barney asked. The room went silent at everyone looked to me. I didn’t realize that they were expecting me to actually respond so it was the really awkward silence while I tried to figure out exactly what they wanted.

“Oh, besides the permit, I also have this," I said, pulling out the glass orb from my messenger bag that I had completely forgotten. Now that seemed to be the correct answer. Except it was like when you’re taking a test and you know what the correct answer is, you just don’t know how to show your work.

Barney swiftly took it out of my hand and leaned back in his chair, holding it with the tips of his fingers. We were all waiting for him to say something, as if his approval would decide my fate. Unfortunately I wasn’t sure what my fate would be either way.

“Go get Patrick," he finally said, and without another millisecond of waiting, Ferris, Delia, and Lee were all out the door, leaving me with the tattooed grandpa.

“Now, usually when we get new people in here they have a note or we get a letter in advance. Nobody just walks in here. Mind telling me how you did it?” He asked.

“Like I said, that thing right there," I replied and pointed to the crystal in his hands.

“This ‘thing’ is quite important. Do you know what it is?”

“An ampoule? I think that's what they called it. It was in my attic”

“And who is they?” Barney asked.

Before I could reply, all four, yes four, people came busting into the room, slightly out of breath.

“That would be my fault Barney," Patrick said. His eyes fell on me and his shoulders dropped. Without a single apology for getting me stuck here, without any explanation or reason, he sat the chair beside me and said. "Grams is gonna kill me."

+++++++++

“Name?” Barney asked.

“Um, I already asked her I was looking f-” Ferris started, taking a few steps forward from where he was currently standing, the corner once again. He was stopped by Barneys glare and quickly hibernated back to his corner. Barney then looked to me.

“Amy Preston," I replied.

“What is her name?” Barney asked, now staring frightfully at Patrick.

“Amethyst Cecilia Preston," Patrick replied. All eyes looked to me as if I had just told the biggest lie ever in the history of secret civilizations

“Age?”

“15."

The eyes then went to Patrick who groaned and said, “15 years, three months, and 8 days."

“Well I’m sorry I don’t count every second since I’ve been born," I mumbled.

It went on like that for a while, Barney asking the questions and Patrick correcting me when I didn’t get the smallest detail. Then came the not so friendly ones.

“Mother?” Barney asked.

Patrick stilled beside me, similar to the night before when we were looking through photo albums. I stopped biting the inside of my cheek, I hadn’t even realized I was doing it till then and soreness rippled to my gums.

“Margaret Preston, age 42” I replied.

All Patrick could do was nod and Barney looked curiously between us.

“Am I missing something? I need to know everything Patrick," he asked.

“She’s dead," I replied, straight face. Everyone mimicked Patrick, the air even stopped circulating for a while. All except for Barney who carried on as if he could care less that a child just dropped the bomb that he was being a douche to even ask.

“Father?”

“Wow you really like these questions don’t you," I mumbled.

Now I said earlier that this topic was completely off limits. I’d rather not talk about him at all but of course he just had to come up with an unfair game of 20 questions.

“Miss Preston what about your father?”

“There's nothing to know, he’s out of the picture and has been for a long time," I loosened up.

“I need to know," Barney repeated for the millionth time. He had said it so much his words were ringing in my ears and probably wouldn’t stop for another hundred or so years.

“You keep saying that like suddenly it will make me want to open up to you about my hopes and dreams. Ever think that I don’t really want to talk to a complete stranger about my crappy family?” I said, leaning forward in my chair.

Thankfully, Patrick, my hero, was there to slightly push me back into my chair and quickly said, “Amy’s dad isn’t exactly the golden boy of our family. Black sheep is a better title."

“I don’t care. We’ve all got our black sheep. I need all of this if I am to allow her here," Barney justified.

“Who even said I wanted to be allowed here!? I was following my cousin when all of a sudden I’m being mouth off by Regina George, being insulted because my name doesn’t meet certain criteria of origin, and currently being interrogated with questions I would really rather not answer or even think about. Above all, I don’t even know who you people are, where I am, or what the heck this stupid ampoule is!” I rambled and shouted.

“I promise to tell you everything as soon as I know exactly who you are," he calmly replied, way too calmly for my liking.

“You really want to know about him? Because honestly black sheep doesn’t begin to describe the worthless man that I have had the terribly unfortunate curse of calling my father," I replied.

Barney sat back in his chair and I decided I wouldn’t be able to sit still if I had to tell anything about my father.

“He came home at 2 AM everyday, smelled like garbage and wet dogs, and had lipstick on his collar. My mother wouldn’t let him sleep in her bed so he was on couch every night watching heaven knows what while drunkenly mumbling. He never had a job yet he was still gone during the day. He smoked, did who knows how many different drugs, and drank to the point of my mother sending him to rehab so many times we lost a lot of our money and I hardly remember what he looked like," I listed.

“My mother never threw him out because of the fact she didn’t want me to grow up without a father yet it might as well of been like he was never there because I have tried and tried to forget. I have tried to forget the smell of his breath, the color of his reddened eyes, everything about him. Garrett Preston the 3rd was not my father. He was a rotten, pig faced person who abandoned me and my mother after everything she gave to him," I was pacing a like a madman now and the room was quieter than when Barney had first come in.

I soon got sick of their silence so I rolled my eyes, took my seat and said, “I don’t need your freaking pity, I got 6 years of that from this one and my grandmother," I motioned to Patrick who was twiddling his fingers.

“Right then," Barney said and began to dig through the drawers, similar to Ferris about 20 minutes ago. Speaking of 20 minutes ago, the sun was high in the sky at this point, as could be seen from the windows behind the desk. I wondered what grams must be thinking right now, if she had tried to phone me but not getting voicemail do to the lack of internet out in the middle of a forest.

“Here it is," he said, pulling up a green leather bound book, with a large golden symbol on the front. It looked slightly like a heart and a triangle intertwined. It had so many pages it looked a lot like an unabridged version of Webster's Dictionary.

“It means ‘Family’” Lee explained, it quite startled me too, he hadn’t said anything in a long time so it was odd hearing his voice.

“This, Miss Preston, is a Stemma, it’s is a record of genealogy, a family tree of sorts. If you are who you say you are and everything matches up you will prove to be truthful," Barney explained and opened the dusty book.

“And then you’ll tell me what exactly is going on here?” I asked.

Barney nodded and continued to flip through the pages. From what I could see, there was elaborate family trees, complete with birth and death dates, portraits, and even a few blank ones.

If I’m being honest, the trees were beautiful. Each drawn out with brown and gold ink, the branches curving and swirling around each other, and the detail was so delicate I had to diminish the thought of someone actually sticking a branch on the page.

“I’m on page 256 if you wanted to skip there quickly," Patrick mumbled, still not looking up from his fingers. I reached over and put a hand over his, the little clicking noise his nails made every time he picked at then was really getting on my nerves, even more than Delia’s voice that hadn’t been heard in quite sometime.

I looked back and saw that she was still there, leaning against a bookshelf. I don’t think she could have looked more bored and maybe even tired.

“Is my back story boring you Delia," I asked and she glared at me.

“Yes actually."

“Nobody said you had to be here."

“She's staying," Barney said and looked up from the book. With a groan from Delia, Barney seemed to finally find the page he was looking for. It looked like the other pages he had skipped through, a large tree that spread over two pages, the trunk going up the creases or middle of the book.

Barney took a moment and ran his finger over each of the portraits until he found what appeared, I couldn’t tell from this angle, to be my mother. And then it fell on a blank portrait. A charcoal colored oval with a delicate border.

“Amethyst Cecilia Preston, I think it’s time we start answering your questions."