#I wanna go back to my ‘uppity’ parent

[thefundisorderdiary]

Ahh.. I love opening my window to let in the nice fresh weed stench…

I can’t wait to be so done with this place and all it’s damn dealers and druggies!

[itspdameronthings]

My Man Ch2

Summary: Finally!! At long last it's finished! Wanna post this before going to bed! All i can say this chapter is full of drama. In this chapter get to know Breezy (female character) little bit better. Then drama begins! Not gonna say too much! A triple frontier character makes an apperance.Enjoy!

Warning: talks about depresson.

Has been wonderful to be home. Love even more is the lazy mornings with Mitch. Listening to his heartbeat while tracing patterns on his arm. Thinking about stuff. More importantly on what's to come. On this day. Mitch and the others are going to look at the wind turbines. What am I gonna do? Either go to the gym to hone up my boxing skills,or do girl stuff. Meaning shopping. Or take advantage of the special space in the back of the bar. Mitch thought I needed my own place to reflect and relax. That's sweet! 

Mitch didn't want to leave me just yet. Held me close to him whispers,” Wish you were goin with us. Ya know. No fucking room. “ Looking up at him smiling at him while rubbing his perfect ass,” Me too. Have business to do. Also I know ya want me safe. Even though I can take care of myself. “  Oh my cowboy. My savior. As usual we were interrupted by the sounds of the car pulling up. Before he left. Kiss me deeply,” love you my little breeze. With all of my heart.” Kiss him again as I moved back,” Love you too.” Heard a lot of teasing from the others .except from Bodie. All he did was nod. 

Love how the bar is quiet during the day. Hardly any noise. Only a few others were present. Goodie, and good ole Mike. Grace , whom I got to know better. Since both of us have one thing in common. Raised on a farm . Told her about my adventures ,and about my brothers. Miss them sometimes. Was hard to leave since that family crisis. Want to forget about it. Little did I know that tonight might get my wish. 

Business was booming! Busy since one waitress went home sick. Meant me and Crystal and one other to mind the floor. Tonight while delivering an order to a group of men that look like high rollers. Being ever so uppity rude. One proceeded to reach for my arm,” Oh come on darlin. Let me feel more of that soft skin of yours. “ Oh that does it! Pulled my arm away ,” Do that again? You're gonna have your arm in a sling!” He laughed,” oh really? I'm shaking in my boots! Little thang like you hurt me?” Moment later his arm was behind his back followed by me kneeing him in the chest,” Ya were sayin? Jackass? Now beat it!” Looking up to see Mitch on stage practically smiling. On my way to the bar to put my tray on the counter. Heard a familiar voice,” love to see my training has paid off. “ Will! Omg! My big brother! Missed him since he had to work on the day I left. By the look in his blue eyes can see some sadness there. Has been a sad month since grampy passed away.  Took us hard. Mostly for him. They were very close. Had to settle his affairs since our parents weren't there since they were on vacation. Which was fine. They needed time away. Leaned against the bar,” Ya taught me well ya know. You and Benny. By the way, How is he?” Rubbing his beard very slowly while taking a breath,” Has his moments,but he just shut down. Like he did after ya know “ Yeah I know South America disaster from hell. Where the trauma took a huge whole of their mental health. Looking for a quiet place to chat. Lead him to the back of the bar towards my room. Closed the screen door,” I know bro. Him rushing to a fight day after funeral,and nearly getting himself killed! Couldn't…” That moment Will reached out for me hugging me close. Rocking back and forth,” Shh…. I know Little Breezy. Could see how scared ya were. He isn't alone. Our friends are there to help him. So I can go to my job interview at the VA tomorrow. Think it's time to move on ya know. Time to start over. “ looking up at him with tears sticking to my hair and cheeks,” Thought ya never leave Tx. What’s going on?” Taking a deep breath,he saids,” My therapist thought I should start a new life somewhere. Luck would have it. Received an email from the VA. They have an opening in the doctor's office. If it goes well? Ya might get your wish. Promise I won't interfere. Enough about me. How are you and Mitch doing? Bet you are glad to be with him . I'm glad to be near him again,but do I tell him about last night? 

Mitch just finished his last set for the evening. Notice that I disappeared. Asked Tyson where he was. All he said was,” She went to her room man. Oh, I think she was some tall dude.”  Jealousy isn't his best suit. When he does? Let's say he might not be in his right mind. Like when a customer flirts with me? He would go ape shit! Marched down the hallway till he heard,” I'm a afraid bro. Afraid I might lose him to some other woman who is Mitch's partner 's daughter. Seen how she looks at him. Whispers something to another woman. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wants! I'm not gonna let that happen! I'm not Will! I'm not! Wish.. he knows…” Will saw Mitch in the doorway. Nods as he steps aside so he could hold me. Didn't know till I heard,” Did I tell ya not to worry about that! I'm not gonna leave ya! I love you! What's gonna take?! I'm not like that guy that broke your heart those years ago! “ Yes he isn't,but I'm still afraid of what's to come. Right on cue. Will comes over. Kisses my forehead,” I'll call you tomorrow. Mitch? Can I have a chat with you?” He nods as he leaves.  While I lay on the couch sobbing. Both of them reached the hallway away from the room. Will says,” Look man. She's scared. Never seen her like that before. I know she never told ya the whole story about her relationship. Way he broke her heart to the core. Sent her into a deep depression. Do me a favor? Don't fucking screw up,or you have me and Benny to deal with. “ Mitch was speechless for a moment. Yes he knew a few details about my ordeal,but not not what happened afterwards. Stood next to Will . With arms crossed,” I'm not gonna screw it up! Why would I fucking do that!! She's my reason for living! We are like one! Yes I don't want her to go down that road.She’s my little spit fire. “ 

After Will left. Mitch returned to sit next to me. Didn't say much. He pulls me close to his side. Kissing the side of my head,” Oh sugar. What can I do to prove that I’m not gonna stray? I know it never bothered ya before. Now? Kind of see why. What I tell you about Tina. She's kind of like Dwight. Sees what she wants,and she gets it. Breezey Rosemarie Miller, you're the one I want. For now ,and forever. “ Looking up at him. In his eyes . See the truth behind it. Even if my eyes were blurry from crying. Reached out his hand,” Get up darlin. Let's go to the bathroom so I can wash your beautiful face. Then go enjoy the others Kay?” Sniffled as we left the room,” I'd rather go home. Wanna be alone with you. “ Mitch nods,” Okay, let's go. “ 

After cleaning my face. Both of us returned to the front where Tyson retells the others what happened to that customer. Tills he sees me,” I'm glad your on our side,or most of us are on da fuckin floor. Where did ya learn dat?” Proudly smiles,” My brothers. “ Mitch nods as we reach the door, seeing Tina looking straight at me. Which caused me to hold onto Mitch a little bit tighter. Send her the message that he's all mine.

@dameronscopilot @musings-of-a-rose @romanarose @marmie-noir

[epickiya722]

BOUNDARIES

Alright, it has come to my attention that no matter what the age, gender, sexuality, race, and religion some of you don't understand what BOUNDARIES are.

Simply put, boundaries are lines you don't cross. You don't smudge the line, poke your toe over it, hell, you don't get on the damn ground and sniff at it. Boundaries are set for someone to protect their well-being and in some cases, others.

Lately, people have became real bold in crossing in territory they shouldn't be in.

DNIs aren't posted on people's bios and pinned comments to look pretty. People just don't block people because "they're scared". People don't have age restrictions or warnings for no damn reason. All of that is for the purpose of keeping their sanity and yours if there are certain triggers and whatnot.

Some of you be "oh, these people don't interact" because you want to "keep the peace", but the moment you see a post you don't agree with, you get in your fucking feelings, you click reblog and say whatever and it would be something you dug out your ass like threats and teasing the person in a malicious way. And even after they reblog back and apologize you still continue on because you're a jerk. You're an ass. You think you're really doing something, feeling all bold and mighty when you're really just trying to feel like some sort of god because you have issues you need to sort out but don't care or want to because you have that much pride.

When someone says "I'm done here", LET IT GO. Neither of you may ever come to an agreement and because of that, don't continue on. Don't drag it out. Don't waste your time.

About those DNIs? Let's run that back. I said it once and I shall say it again. DNIs are typically placed in the bios or someone's pinned post. Which means it's the first damn thing you'll see when you explore someone's blog. Minors, if an adult has "MINORS DON'T INTERACT" BIG AS DAY UP THERE, DO NOT INTERACT. If you are old enough to have a Tumblr, you're old enough to monitor what you consume. Don't be that person to continue on an adult's blog and get uppity when they have 18+ content. You were not invited. Don't think because you're a minor that you lack common sense. I know you don't. I know you're fully capable of thinking because some of you do like to play games and think you can play victim because you're a minor. It's not cute. You're old enough to know better.

Oh, that goes for you adults, too. Don't be arguing with these minors. If a minor says they're uncomfortable, you back the hell off. You're an adult, act like it. If that minor is still stalking around your blog, block their ass. Block, block, BLOCK.

Be it on here, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Facebook... hell if MySpace dug itself out from under the ground and said "I'M BACK, BITCHES", I don't care what social site is on, YOU PEOPLE NEED TO ACT RIGHT.

If you're pro-choice and you see a pro-life post, don't think it's cute to reblog the post to start something. Just move the hell on with your life. You won't come to an agreement about abortion. Don't bring in that negative energy. And vice versa.

If you ship IzuOcha and see a BakuDeku fanart, don't reblog it to call it trash. Don't be an ass over a damn fiction romance. You can't be that fucking pressed to see a drawing of two boys holding hands no matter what their relationship is. It goes the same for everyone else.

If you're someone who doesn't want to see anything Harry Potter related, don't jump into the fandom. Get out of there. Don't watch the movies, don't touch the books, don't reblog the gifs, don't taunt at the Potterheads who still support the series. Do better.

Damn, I repeat, if you're underage and an adult says don't interact with their blog, don't think you can just do that, regardless if you're behind a screen. You don't interact. You're gonna see something you don't wanna see yet and then be the same person who complains. No one here is your parent so don't whine as such. And vice versa. Adults, if a minor is uncomfortable with you, distance yourself. If you're still engaging yourself with them, then you're a creep.

If you're not someone of color and you see a post that someone of color has and you don't agree with, then skim past the post. Most likely, you won't understand where they're coming from.

Boundaries, people, boundaries. Familiarize yourself with the rule that they are placed there to not be crossed. Don't tiptoe over someone's boundaries because you feel the need to and don't do that to yourself.

If someone decides to continue on with the debate, block them. Don't feed into their stupidity. Give yourself that peace of mind. Give yourself the room to breathe. If you are someone who doesn't like a fandom, ship, topic, whatever it is, EXCLUDE yourself out that space. Do you really want to continue damaging yourself like that?

DO NOT CROSS BOUNDARIES, BE IT YOUR OWN AND SOMEONE ELSE'S!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What a man wants

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, cheating(ish), pets, dry humping

This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Lee takes it upon himself to educate a soon-to-be bride.

Based on these drabble requests:

Lee Bodecker + “No, not there, in my lap.” + Training/discipline + Lee is the mayor's best friend, so when his daughter is getting married he decides that Lee is the one to give the talk of bees and flowers to his innocent daughter, but Lee not only teaches her with words, he teaches her with facts and she is so innocent that she believes everything

You sat at the table, browsing through the scrapbook of ideas your mother had pasted together since you were just a girl. Her and your father had gone into town for a long-awaited date night and you were left at home to continue stressing over swatches.

You didn’t hear the engine or the front door. You only looked up and saw the familiar face, smiling awkwardly as the sheriff watched you from the kitchen doorway. He had a habit of letting himself in. Your father always told him to do so and your mother never said much on. You closed the book slowly and covered it with your arm.

“My parents are out for the night, sheriff,” you said.

“That’s all right for me,” Sheriff Bodecker said as he sat in the chair across from you, his eyes on the scrapbook, “I heard you was gettin’ married.”

He reached over and pulled on the book until it slipped from under your arm. He turned it to face him and you watched in curious confusion as he turned the stiff pages and looked over them. He tilted his head and gave a small smirk, “lilies,” he said, “lilies go well with a girl like you.”

You blinked and nodded, “mama wants tulips,” you shrugged, “you know, they’re gonna be out real late.”

“I can’t sit and talk with you?” he asked.

“Well, sure, but… we haven’t much to talk about,” you giggled nervously.

“Oh no?” he closed the book and shoved it aside, “this boy, Charlie, I seen him around. A nice kid… quiet.”

“He’s sweet,” you said.

“Not as sweet as you, I think,” he leaned back and his hand moved along his thigh, “you picking out lace and petals, what about all that other stuff you gotta think about?”

“What d’you mean, sheriff?” You frowned.

“Ah, you know, when the meal is over and it’s just the two of yas. You…” he stopped and considered his words, his eyes set on you, “a girl like you, you probably don’t even know what to do.”

“I… uh, well, oh, Charlie would, uh…” you fidgeted, “why are we talkin’ about this?”

“I just think you should know. Me and the old lady, well she was stiff as a board that first night and… it never got better, you know, because no one talked to her about her,” he rolled his tongue along his lip, “no one told her it was natural, ya see?”

“Natural, I… I…”

“You ain’t tell me I’m wrong,” he said nonchalantly, “so, I figure it can’t hurt to bring it up. You don’t wanna be laying there like some little girl, you wanna be a woman for your husband, don’t ya?”

“I… I can ask my mama ‘bout all that,” you looked down, “you really don’t--”

“Come here,” he cut in, “your mama won’t tell you all that. She’s a fine lady but she’s just as rigid as the rest of ‘em.”

“Sheriff, you really shouldn’t--”

“I ain’t gon’ hurt ya, we just talkin’, so come on,” he waved you across the table, “you gotta learn to be close to a man.”

“I--” you stared at him then glanced to the door behind him. 

You could try to tell him to go, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. And if you went too far, he’d report back to your pa, and you knew your father hated when you got smart with the sheriff. You stood and rounded the table slowly, you stood beside him and waited, but for what you weren’t sure.

“No, not there, in my lap,” he took your hand and pushed his chair back. He guided you between his legs and pulled you down. You gasped and grabbed the table to keep from falling off him, “see, you so soft,” he touched your hips, “lots for a man to hold onto.”

“Sheriff,” you caught his hands, “this isn’t right, you can’t--”

“You don’t learn and Charlie’s gon’ be a no good husband. You know what men do when they’re wives can’t please ‘em?” he tutted, “they go somewhere else.”

“Charlie wouldn’t--”

“You think he won’t if you crying as he’s tryna fuck you?” he said crassly, “ain’t no man want a sobbing mess beneath him.”

He moved his hands from beneath yours and batted you away as you tried to stop him again. His stomach pressed to your back and he growled against your neck. He cupped your tits through your blouse and squeezed.

“You’re built well,” he purred, “but you feel that, you get all uppity when I touch ya.”

“You can’t--”

“I’m tryna teach ya what ya need ya know. You ain’t wanna know how many husbands I catch down with them whores on the streets. You want Charlie to be one of ‘em?” He snipped, “so you let me show ya.” He squeezed and you whimpered, “now, just relax.”

He kneaded your tits and you reached down to brace the chair but found his thighs instead. He hummed and you tried to listen, hoping if you did, he’d let you go. He took your hand from his left thigh and pushed it down between your legs. He led it up your skirt and pressed your fingers to the front of your knickers.

“You see, right here is the key to bein’ a good girl,” he said and pushed harder, moving your fingers beneath his until you felt the pressure in your core, “move just like this,” he rocked under you and you felt his bulge against your ass, “as he fuckin’ you like this. Do it like this and he won’t look nowhere else.”

The chair creaked under your weight as he kept his crotch moving against your ass and held your hand between your thighs. You let out a quiver and heard it in your breath.

“Feels good for your too, yeah?” he nuzzled your neck, “feel how hard you make a man.”

He growled against your skin and kept you moving in his lap. Your core swelled and you couldn’t figure how it was you felt so good even as your mind raced with fear and guilt. You thought of Charlie and your parents. What if they found out?

You felt Bodecker’s teeth graze your neck and then the grunt came sharp and loud. His arm hooked around your middle and squeezed tight as he spasmed and swore. He stilled you and his fingers curled yours and he pushed hard against your cunt. His heart pounded against your back and he leaned his head back with a whew.

“Shit, you so good girl, I came already,” he huffed, “Didn’t even get my pants off yet.”

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[shorkbrian]

heyyy, i wanted to tell you that i love your writings and that you encouraged me to start writing myself. so thank you💕💕💕 I wanted to ask if you could write something about bakugou being your upper classman and eventhough hes mean to others he is nice to you, being all possessive and protective of you? you think its nice, calling him senpai and always looking up to him. hes your idol, you trust him with your life. so of course youll let him stay the night over. he pressures you into (1/3)

glad you’re writing! Writing is so fun, and even if you think it’s bad, you’ve still created something, be proud!!

Warnings - degradation, NSFW, dub con, abuse of trust & power. Manipulation, uhm Bakugou being a jerk.... what's new lol.

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“Katsu... ‘m tired, wanna sleep.” You mumble, eyes fluttering shut again.

“No, no sleeping until I say. Don’t you want to make me happy? C’mon, I fucking know you do.”

He’s pushing at your body, jostling your shoulder while you lay on your side, eyelids heavy. You had agreed to let your senpai spend the night - Bakugou had said something about wanting to get out of his house for a bit, and you’d eagerly volunteered your own place.

The original plan was to let him have the bed, and you could sleep on the couch. You’d do anything for Bakugou, for the fiery blonde that hurled insults and spit curse words more than he breathed. 

Those harsh words were never directed at you though, not since he’d found you crying on the first day of school because some dumb freshman had flipped your skirt up in the cafeteria.

You’d burst into tears at the jeering laughs, scrambling to pull your skirt down to cover yourself before darting out of the cafeteria, tears rushing down your cheeks. Bakugou had found you curled in the corner at the bottom of the stairwell, sobbing your heart out in embarrassment and humiliation.

At first he’d sneered at you, opting to ignore the pathetic little girl that had gotten her panties exposed, but something made him pause as he strode by you.

Maybe it was the way your breath hitched on each quiet sob, or maybe it was the memory of your cheeks loosing color before bursting into a brilliant red. Perhaps it was the thought of how your ass had looked, the brief glimpse he had caught of your panties before you’d pushed your skirt back into place.

Whatever the reason, Bakugou had stopped, retraced his steps, sighing as he crouched down in front of you.

“Stop fucking crying, it’s annoying. That piece of shit just wanted a reaction from you.”

You had glared up at him, scrubbing at your eyes with your fists. 

Bakugou felt a bit taken aback when he locked eyes with you, your eyes clear and watery, the color of your iris vibrant and defined against your red, teary face.

“If it’ll make you stop crying, I’ll go beat his ass. Make the dumb fuck cry like a little baby.”

“Like how I’m crying?” You snorted derisively.

The blonde huffed, surprised that you weren’t shy of admitting your pathetic state. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

A tiny smile graced your lips, and Bakugou rose to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now get up, go get to class. You’re gonna be late and you’ll get detention or some shit.”

Later that day, after the last bell had rung and all the students were filing out of their classrooms, a scuffle had broken out.

Bakugou had the freshman that had embarrassed you caught in a headlock, one hand reaching into his pants to give the poor kid a wedgie. The kid was swearing, yelping, trying to hit at the upper classman but failing. There was a group of kids surrounding the pair, some jeering, some looking on in disdain, others rushing off to find the principal.

When you came upon the scene, Bakugou’s eyes found your own, and he smirked, snapping the waistband of the freshman’s underwear against his skin, the sound making you flinch. That had to have hurt.

The blonde roughed him up a bit more, before letting him go, shoving him to the ground with a cackle before shouldering his own backpack, vacating the area before the principal arrived.

He was your hero.

Always watching out for you, scaring away bullies, making sure you remembered to “do your shitty homework”.

So if he wanted to come over for a bit? You let him. If he wanted someone to bring him cold water during football practice? You were there. Did Bakugou want an extra dessert after lunch? He could have yours, you didn’t mind.

“Wake up-” The words growled in your ear had your eyes fluttering open as you yawned.

“It’s lateeee-” You whined, reluctantly sitting up to face Katsuki.

The blonde had refused your offer of allowing him your bed and you sleeping on the couch, instead insisting that the two of you share your bed.

Currently, he was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, bronzed skin on display. You kept your eyes averted, although you knew what you’d see if you looked.

Solid muscles hiding under smooth skin, indicative of hard work and dedication. Bakugou was proud of his body, and didn’t mind showing off.

“C’mon, I wanna fool around. Take off your shirt and come touch me.” His command was low, muttered, as if the blonde was tired too. The overeager hands pulling at the hem of your shirt betrayed his true feelings.

“No, Bakugo-”

“Call me Katsu, don’t make me ask again.”

You stumbled over your words as the blonde pushed up your shirt, ignoring how your hands were trying to tug the fabric back down. “Katsu, stop it please, I don’t want to do that with you.”

That made the blonde pause, a frown on his face. “Why not? Am I not fucking good enough for you? What the fuck.”

“No! No Katsu-” You scrambled now, trying desperately to appease him. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Good, cause this is happening. C’mere-” He was pulling you into his lap, his warm hands finally succeeding in pulling off your shirt, tugging it insistently over your head.

“Wait, don’t look! Give me my shirt back!” You whined, hands flying to cover your body from Bakugou’s heated gaze.

The blonde raised an eyebrow, before flinging your shirt across the room with a smirk. “Nah, don’t be shy. Fuck, look at those tits.” His eyes were on your chest now, as were his hands, batting yours away like an annoying mosquito so he could grope your soft flesh.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

You were bright red, squirming on his lap. What was he doing? “Um, Katsu, I don’t think we should..... I mean, this isn’t..... um..... um....”

You trailed off as he massaged your chest, rolling your nipples underneath his fingers, watching the dusky buds flatten and pop back up when he pressed on them. 

A little pinch to one of them has you squealing, Katsuki immediately slapping a hand over your mouth, his eyes dark and serious. “Shut the fuck up, you wanna wake up your parents? Dumb bitch, keep quiet.”

The words stung, made tears prickle in your eyes. Why was your senpai being so mean? Did you do something wrong?

Content that you had got the message, he took his hand away, trailing down to squeeze at your breast before dropping his hand further, to the hem of your sleep pants.

“Katsu-Katsu, wait, I don’t think I’m ready for this! I just want to go to sleep, let’s sleep.” You pleaded, shivering as his other hand still caressed your chest, roughly palming over your mounds and tweaking your nipples.

“Shut it, just stay still.”

You continued to squirm, pushing his hands away, trying to wiggle out of his lap, only for the blonde to finally snap.

He growled low in his throat, and then you were on your back beneath him, head hitting your pillow with a soft sound, Bakugou grabbing your hands.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just wanna fool around and feel good and you’re being an uppity little bitch. Cut that shit out. This isn’t that big of a deal, stop being a baby about it and let’s have some fucking fun.”

The words held a bit of malice, a hint of a threat. But, what he was saying was true, wasn’t it? People your age did this kind of stuff all the time, it wasn’t a big deal. There wasn’t an issue with it.

Sighing, you tried to relax, slumping your shoulder dejectedly before Bakugou let go of your hands, his own moving to the waistband of your sleep pants. 

“There, see? It’s not that fucking hard.”

The thing brushing against your thigh was hard, warm and solid as it prodded you insistently.

Your pants came off, and so did Katsuki’s, leaving you both in nothing but underwear. His skin-tight briefs were tented, the length inside leaking against the fabric. It looked almost painful.

“Touch me.” The male commanded, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to his clothed dick. You cringed when you made contact, the length twitching underneath your hand, but Katsuki wouldn’t let you pull back.

“I said to fucking touch me.” the blonde snapped, pushing his hips further into your hand.

Reluctantly, you started to massage his length, working it with your hand in rhythmic motions. The blonde groaned, and when you looked at his face his cheeks were flushed.

“Feels fucking good, keep doing that shit.”

One of his hands was unceremoniously shoved into your panties, immediately petting over your slit with quick, fast strokes. It wasn’t long before a finger prodded into your entrance, slowly pushing it’s way inside as you arched and winced against the intrusion. 

“Fucking relax and be good for your senpai. I’m doing this for you, be grateful.” Bakugou snapped, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Katsu-oh, feels-feels weird...” You mumbled, hips twitching underneath him. You tried to keep touching him, but your attention was quickly being ripped away and focused on the sensations between your legs.

The finger inside you thrusted slowly, gently, and you bucked your hips at the odd sensation, mewling when Bakugou’s thumb rubbed at your clit. It felt... weird, but in a good way.

But Bakugou was impatient.

“And you can’t even fucking touch me at the same time, you’re worthless as shit.” He spat, cruelly shoving a second finger inside of you. 

It hurt a bit, and you gasped, but before you could say anything the blonde was kissing you, lips crashing into your own.

“Mmph!” You squeaked, hands flying to anchor yourself by gripping onto his shoulders, trying to slow him down from attacking you with such fervor.

You couldn’t stop him though, he was determined to feel you.

“Oh fuck, you taste like mint-” He gasped, pulling away from your mouth to gasp for air. You felt dazed, like this was some sort of bleak dream-turned nightmare. Your toothpaste had mint in it, was that what he had been tasting?

The fingers inside of you were thrusting hard now, scissoring, stroking your walls, calloused skin being warmed by your insides. HIs thumb was still patting at your clit, rubbing broad circles around and on the bud, making you shake.

But then his fingers were gone, and Bakugou was pulling down his boxers, shuffling down the bed so he could slot himself between your thighs.

“Look at that tight little pussy, you’re so goddamn wet. You need a cock filling you up, huh?”

You laid there in a daze, barely registering what the blonde was saying. You missed the pleasant friction against your clit.

And then there was pressure, a tight stretch, burning.

Your legs kicked out and you inhaled, ready to cry out, but Bakugou clamped a hand tight against your mouth again, leaning down as he seated himself all the way inside.

“You make a noise, and I’ll just fuck this slutty little body harder, got it?”

Stilling, you shivered involuntarily, the feeling of the thick intrusion messing up your insides painful yet delicious. 

“Give me a goddamn answer you stupid bitch.” Katsuki spat, eyes blazing. 

Only then did you actually register what he had said previously, and you immediately nodded your head, looking up at your senpai with wide eyes. You didn’t want him to hurt you.

Satisfied, Bakugou grinned, although he didn’t remove his hand. He pulled his hips back just a tad, before grinding into you hard, relishing the way your tight walls sucked him in.

He repeated the motion, quickly building up a rhythm of short, heavy grinding thrusts, barely pulling out before grinding his cock in deep. 

“Fuck, fuck, you’re a treat.” The small bit of praise made you feel better, warmth spreading in your chest.

But then he started fucking you in earnest. 

It hurt, how rough he was being with your body, and you whined behind his hand, grabbing at his wrist. You needed air, and you couldn’t take in enough through your nose. 

Bakugou just gave you a disdainful glance, before hammering his hips against you, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.

The sharp burn had simmered down into a dull afterthought, the more pressing feeling being that of spiking pleasure each time Bakugou’s thick cock drilled into your insides. It felt good, you were almost writhing on your sheets, legs shaking and kicking out, hands scratching at Bakugou’s wrist, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Stay fucking still-!” The blonde growled, yanking you closer to his body before your careless wiggling could make his dick slip out of your tight entrance.  You moaned behind his hand, and Bakugou grinned, before taking his hand away, patting your cheeks roughly.

“What was that? Hm? Speak up little bitch, what’d you say?”

“Oh, oh please-! Katsu, feels-feels.....hnn, feels-!” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, hands circulating between gripping your hair, the sheets, and your chest, unsure how to handle the onslaught of pleasurable experience.

Bakugou huffed, quickly pulling out to maneuver you into a different position. 

The slight reprieve allowed you to catch your breath, but it was soon punched out of you again when Bakugo slammed home, your body laid out on top of his, your back to his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.

His hips flexed as he thrusted up into you, one hand holding your hip, the other using four fingers to rub wildly at your clit.

It felt so good.

Your hips kept jumping, legs shaking on each exquisite rub, each delectable thrust filling you up so nicely. 

“Mmh! Katsu, Katsu, please, oh-oh-oohhh-” The moan left you, and Bakugou sped up his hips, now uncaring of the noises that you made.

He just wanted to cum.

“Oh god, oh no, it’s feels good, it feels good-ugh, Katsu!” You cried, and the man grinned, bitting at the shell of your ear. 

“Fucking take it, gonna make you fucking cum.”

And you did, crying and moaning and shaking on his cock, walls convulsing and milking him dry, his balls clenching and twitching as he unloaded his seed inside you.

It was sticky, and hot, and it felt gross, but you were too fucked out to care, sweaty and exhausted and confused.

The only sound in the room was that of heavy breathing, both you and Bakugou worn out.

When you finally did move, it was because Bakugou was pushing you to the side, grimacing as his cock slipped free of your gummy insides. Cum dripped down your thighs, gloopy texture making you gag as it slowly seeped from your hole.

“I’ll... I’ll clean you up tomorrow.” Bakugou mumbled, throwing an arm around your waist to drag you close to him.

The thoughts swirling inside of you were so confusing. Right now, it was easier to melt into Bakugou’s chest than to think, to try and sort out what had just occurred. It was fine, it was normal. 

You just wanted to be good for your senpai.

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Leave it to Sophia

Daryl couldn’t help but watch her as she walked past him, he was holding her girl on his hip. Carol smiled and stopped to look him over as he held Sophia close.

They’d grown close since the death of Ed, after Daryl lost his brother he thought he had no one but she was different. She didn’t judge him, she didn’t make assumptions about him, she was just there to listen and be there when he needed her.

He did his best to be there for her as well, and he found very quickly that the way to make Carol happy was to keep an eye on Sophia.

So that’s what he did while she worked on the chores at the farm, he watched Sophia.

Kept a closer eye on the girl then Lori did on Carl that was for damn sure. It was often seen that Daryl had both the young Carl and Sophia fallowing him around like ducklings.

Daryl was by himself for the first time in a while sleeping in his tent, Sophia was cuddled up to her mother when she asked a big important question that she had wanted to know for a long time.

“Is Daryl my new dad?”

Carol looked down at her daughter and honestly didn’t know what to say to her. “Would you want him to be?”

“Yes,” Sophia replied without hesitation.

Carol took in a deep breath. “Maybe you should ask Daryl.”

Sophia thought for a moment and decided that was her next job when the sun rose. Daryl tossed and turned all night hardly getting any sleep, bad memories from a life before and even after the apocalypse were kicking his ass.

He woke early before anyone else and went out hunting, he left a note by Carol’s tent knowing both herself and Sophia would be worried about where he went.

By mid day he was proud to bring back a deer, and six rabbits, for the group. He trudged back to camp and set down his kills before Rick. “You did all that in a few hours?” Rick asked honestly amazed.

“Know what I’m doin’.” Daryl remarked as he began to skin then, he kept two rabbit’s feet for each child. He knew it wasn’t much but some hope for their little lives was better then anything. Lori made her way up to him and sat down slowly. “Whatcha want?”

“I had a request, I figure you can do it with Carol.”

He raised an eyebrow and listened, the pregnant women was an uppity bitch but even he was excited about the prospects of a new baby. He loved children.

“What can I do Lori?” He asked drawing out her name with a slight huff.

“Will you make my baby a blanket with the rabbits for you brought back?”

Daryl looked over the rabbits he was skinning. “I can do that.” Daryl decided after some thought about what he would need. “For the baby.”

Sophia heard that as she made her way up to them, Daryl was always so sweet when it came to kids. Once Lori left his side she sat beside him. “Are you going to be Lori’s babies dad?”

Daryl’s eyes got big before he laughed. “No sweetheart but we are all a group, a family. If that little baby needs some holding or feeding I’m going to help with that. Lori wants a blanket for the little thing so I was going to see if your mamma would help me.”

“Are you ever going to be a dad?” Sophia then asked raising an eyebrow.

He couldn’t decide if he should say he already was to her, or say it depends. He decided to mix it a bit. “I see myself as your father ‘Phia, but I would never take his place. I’d never make Carol feel like I’m taking over as your parent. I certainly don’t want to step on any toes.”

Sophia’s eyes were wide at the statement. “I see you as my dad.”

Daryl felt tears threaten to roll but he sucked in a deep breath and pulled her into an awkward hug trying not to get her covered in blood. “‘Phia I have a special job for you but I need you to take Carl or Be to with you so you’re careful okay?”

She jumped excitedly at being given a task, the grownups always had something to do but she hardly got to do anything. “Yes what is it?”

“Will you pick your momma some wild flowers for me? I wanna give them to her.”

Sophia swooned clapping her small hands together. She hugged him back, gave him a small peck on the cheek and raced off to find Beth to pick some flowers.

Daryl was red in the face, he hadn’t expected Sophia to want him to be her father. He never saw himself as a dad, never thought he would get that life. The way his father raised him and Merle was no way to raise a kid and he didn’t know if he could put a child through having Will Dixon as a grandpa but now with him dead things were different.

Daryl finished skinning and setting things up for all the plans he had with the skins and parts he couldn’t use for more than decor or other items. He decided to make Carl a sling-shot with the antlers and figured out a way to use one of them as the hilt of a rattle once he found something to attach and shake.

He turned to find Sophia back with the flowers. “Come with me, I’ll clean up then we can talk to your momma about what she and I are.”

Sophia grinned wide and followed him into the farmhouse, they snuck past her mother cleansing in the kitchen and headed up the stairs. Daryl cleaned his hands up and washed his face a bit, he wasn’t going to do more than his usual but he figured the blood was a bit nerve racking.

“You really wanna be my dad?”

“I will be, if your momma wants me.” Daryl agreed picking her up with a smile as they headed down the stairs. Sophia handed him the flowers as he set her down by the entrance to the kitchen. He slipped in the flowers set behind his back.

He wasn’t a romantic kind of man but he knew women usually liked flowers. He cleared his throat and Carol turned quickly. “Oh Daryl how are you?”

“Good I uhm… well I had a question, and I got you somethin’.”

Carol smirked and watched him. He pulled the flowers out from behind his back. She gasped honestly not expecting something like this from the hunter. “Oh Daryl thank you.” She smiled setting them in a vase. “You didn’t have to.”

“‘Phia helped pick them out.” Daryl admitted, the little girl tried to hide her giggles as she peeked at them. “About that.. I well.. Sophia asked if I would be her dad an-.”

“You don’t have to Daryl, I know that’s a big thing and well I’m not exactly in my prime anymore.” Carol said cutting him off worried this was a rejection from the one person she had looked to for comfort since they met.

“I want to be her dad.” Daryl admitted. “I just want to be with her mom too.”

Carol’s face screwed up as she tried not to cry. “Y..you do?”

“I do, I want her to see us as her parents. A couple if you’d let me.” Carol smiled and hugged him close kissing him carefully. Daryl held her in his arms trying not to be to rough, he also knew Sophia was watching. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes that’s a yes.” Carol laughed. “We should tell her.”

“She knows.” Daryl smirked as she finally appeared from behind the wall. She raced up to them throwing her arms around them with a giggle. He held his girls close with a content smile.

That night they slept in the same tent, he felt safer being closer to them. Knowing that if anything went wrong he had his girls.

Carol slept on his chest and Sophia had wormed her way between them, and even being crowded and wrapped in a myriad of blankets and tangled limbs he finally got the best sleep of his life, he knew that he was safe with them and they were with him.

He vowed to protect them from then on till he finally rose back from the ground when he took his final breath.

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Ninety Six

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

April 2nd, 1999

Emile shifted in his seat, looking apprehensively at the therapist across the room. Just because he wanted to be a therapist when he grew up didn’t mean he knew how he was going to be one, or what they were like. “Promise me this won’t stop me from getting whatever job I want in the future?” Emile asked hesitantly.

The therapist laughed. “I promise,” he said. “Even if you want to be a doctor, there’s no psychological evaluation you have to pass in order to get the job. You’re safe to speak freely here. What’s been going on, Emile?”

Emile took a breath, tried to sort through the mental breakdowns he had witnessed and experienced, the crushing pressure, and the blinding fear. “It’s kind of a lot...”

“Well, let’s start with what comes to mind first,” the therapist encouraged. “There’s no wrong answers here.”

  February 16th, 2004

Emile braced himself as he heard Remy come down the stairs. He had gotten Remy to agree to see a therapist after his latest nightmare, but he was expecting some sort of fight this morning over it, now that Remy was more clear-headed. Emile wasn’t looking forward to it.

Remy came down the steps, peered into the kitchen. “I have a condition about therapy,” he said.

...Well. That wasn’t quite what Emile was expecting, but still wasn’t a great sign. “What?” he asked.

“You find a therapist too,” Remy said. “I need one, and I’m finally man enough to admit it. But you need one too, mio amore, I can see the stress in you constantly building and you need a healthy release for it that isn’t venting to me.”

Emile felt his grip on his coffee cup tighten, and he was almost willing to call off Remy getting therapy despite the near-constant nightmares making both of them unable to sleep through the night. Almost. “Why do you think that I need therapy?” he asked.

Remy sniffed a little laugh. “Have you seen yourself lately, mio amore?”

Emile was, admittedly, a little hurt at that. He thought he had been doing good. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

Remy sobered. “It means I’m not the only one jumping at shadows or drowning myself in distractions in order to cope with the day-to-day, Emile. You do that too, in a different way. I may need therapy for my parents, but you need therapy for your grandfather, and probably some other things that I don’t have the words to explain. You put the weight of the world on your shoulders, Emile. Let others help you with that.”

“But I...” Emile paused. He couldn’t find the words to explain the emotions he was feeling. “I thought I was doing good, this time.”

“You’re surviving, sure,” Remy said. “But wouldn’t you prefer to thrive?”

“I mean, sure. But—”

“—No but’s,” Remy said. “If you want to do better, you need to see a therapist too.”

Emile felt his heart sink. “Okay, I guess,” he said, nodding.

Remy tilted his head to the side. “What’s bugging you, Emile?”

“It’s just...I really thought I was doing good,” Emile said. “I didn’t think I was...I was failing.”

Remy tutted. “Mio amore... you didn’t fail. This isn’t a personal failing. It’s asking for help when something gets too much, right?”

“Right, but this isn’t too much!” Emile insisted.

Remy walked over to the coffee pot and poured his own cup. He took a nice, long drink from it, before staring down Emile. “I would argue that any amount of stress that prevents you from thriving is too much,” he said evenly.

Emile blinked. Remy had a point. He knew that. What was keeping him from seeking out therapy? Was it personal pride? A stigma against it?

“You don’t have to be perfect, remember, Emile?” Remy said. “You don’t need to be perfect. And you have my permission to fail. If you see yourself going to therapy as a failure, so be it. I gave you that permission months ago.”

“You know, if I didn’t know it would kill you, I would insist that you go to school and become a therapist,” Emile joked. “Because you’re getting scary good at this logic.”

Remy smirked, just a bit. “Thank you, Emile. That means a lot. To know I can get through that head of yours is...reassuring.”

“Yeah, I can be an idiot when it comes to my own mental health,” Emile laughed.

Remy didn’t. “That’s not very nice of you to say.”

Emile shrugged. “Am I wrong?”

“Yes,” Remy said. “You’re being wrong and mean. Stop it.”

Emile shook his head, holding his hands out. “It’s just a joke, Rem.”

“It’s a self-deprecating joke that you use for self-defense, and I won’t have it!” Remy said. “Stop it. Be nice to yourself.”

Emile was sulking a little bit in response. “What if I don’t wanna be nice to myself?” he muttered.

“Then your mental state is clearly one which needs a therapist,” Remy replied simply. “Which, speaking of. We should find one.”

Emile felt his skin crawl. Why was he more uppity about finding a therapist than Remy? “It doesn’t have to be right away,” Emile sighed. “It can wait.”

“Do you really want me dealing with more nightmares?” Remy asked.

“Well, no...”

“Then it can’t wait,” Remy said. “What you’re trying to say is, ‘But I’m not the crazy one.’”

“You’re not crazy!” Emile snapped. “Don’t say that you are!”

“I’m looking for a therapist, Emile. Doesn’t that qualify as crazy?” Remy goaded.

Emile was shaking, finishing the last of his coffee and nearly smashing the mug into the counter. “I know what you’re trying to do, Remy, and I don’t appreciate it.”

“Emi. Look at me,” Remy instructed.

Out of shock at the rarely-used nickname, Emile did so.

Remy had a mix of anger and pain and sorrow in his eyes, all burning with a fire of determination. “I know you’ve spoken to therapists to get a sense of the job before. But I’ve spoken to them too, and actually asked after some people at the shop, seeing what the shrinks and their partners say the best form of support I can give you is. And you know what they said? ‘You help as much as you can, but if you can’t handle everything, direct him to another therapist.’ Therapists see other therapists, Emile. Even, no, especially ones who are as empathic as you. You care so much about everyone, it wouldn’t shock me if you had to talk to someone to make sure that you didn’t burn yourself out with worry. Finding a therapist a little early is better; that preventative measure is already in place!”

“But I shouldn’t have to!” Emile protested. His eyes were growing hot with tears, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I should be able to handle it! I’ve been able to handle it until now! I should be fine!”

Remy placed his hands on Emile’s shoulders. “Okay, I think we’re on different pages here, Emile. What should you be fine about?”

Emile hiccupped, looked away. “My grandfather,” he choked out, voice thick with tears. “He shouldn’t bother me as much as he does. Especially considering I’m talking to him over Spring Break.”

Remy blinked. “Hold up. You agreed to see him and didn’t tell me?”

“It didn’t seem like it would be a problem, and then you had all that stuff with your parents and I sorta...forgot for a while,” Emile said, flushing. “But that’s not the point!”

“Sure it is. It explains why you were so stressed for the past couple days. I know you took a call from your mom. She was probably relaying a message for you, right?” Remy asked.

Emile nodded, blushing. “I didn’t realize he got under my skin so much. I really am—” at Remy’s warning glance, he paused. “—Not monitoring my mental health well enough to recognize that.”

“I’ll allow that—for now,” Remy said. “Mio amore, come on. Even you acknowledged this is bothering you. It won’t stop you from becoming a therapist, if anything, it’ll give you resources for when the going gets tough. Just...help me find one for you, and you can help find one for me. Okay?”

Emile sighed. “All right.”

The two of them went to the office computer and searched for therapists in the area, each of them writing down a couple numbers to call when they got the time. Emile drove Remy to the shop, and then drove himself to school. He was fidgety. He couldn’t deny that the talk with his grandfather was coming up faster than he would have liked. He knew it was promising that his grandfather wanted to talk to him at all, but he couldn’t help but think of all the times he had butted heads with Remy’s mother. He kept replacing her with his grandfather and thinking how that would have felt.

His grandfather sneering and saying, “My grandson doesn’t associate with queers,” to Remy.

His grandfather lecturing him about how marriage was supposed to be, and not being with a woman went against God’s plan for him.

His grandfather showing up at their house, guilt-tripping him into trying to call off his marriage with Remy. Fuck. Emile wouldn’t do it, but if that didn’t hurt like all hell!

He was starting to understand why Remy was so traumatized through the years, and why he thought Emile needed therapy. Emile was shaking and breathing funny and...and he wasn’t calming down. Those thoughts just kept repeating over and over and before he knew it, his thoughts were drowning out the real world again. He mechanically walked to class, tears fogging up his glasses. When he sat down, one of his classmates gently shook him. He blinked, only being able to see Clara clearly for a second before the tears came back. “Christ, Emile, did Remy do this to you?” she hissed. “Do I need to give him a what-for?”

“N-n-n-no,” Emile stammered out. “Gr-Gr-Gr-Gra-andp-p-p—”

He couldn’t finish the title before Clara shushed him. “It’s okay, Emile. What about your grandfather?”

“He and I...talk...March...” Emile managed.

“What?! Why?!”

Emile shrugged, his breathing picking up.

“Oh, okay. Is that why you’re panicking?” Clara asked.

Emile nodded, beet red in embarrassment but thankful that Clara understood.

“It’ll be okay,” she said. “I won’t try and predict what he’ll want to talk about, but he won’t be trying to hurt you, no matter what he says. He loves you too much for that.”

Which meant, at the very least, he wouldn’t get physical. And that was nice. But it still left too many variables.

Clara glanced around, and said, “Class is about to start. Do you need to ditch today? Or can we talk after class?”

“Af-after,” he stammered.

Clara nodded.

Class went on, and Emile took the best notes he could in his current state. He knew others were giving him weird looks at him not taking the chance to pounce on all the questions, but Clara sitting right next to him, and asking plenty of questions herself buffered the effect a little bit.

After class, Clara and Emile hung back in the hallway, Emile no longer on the brink of a panic attack, but completely worn out and only semi-verbal. “Let’s make this easy,” Clara said. “Yes and no questions, okay?”

Emile nodded.

“Would your Grandfather knowingly hit you?”

Emile shook his head.

“Would he start yelling at you and calling you names for marrying Remy?”

That wasn’t his grandfather’s style. Emile shook his head.

“Would he try and force your hand to get you to call off the marriage?” Clara asked.

Emile hesitated. He didn’t know. And that was where his anxiety was stemming from. He might have to say “no” to his grandfather, for the first time in a very long time. His breathing was starting to pick up again, and the only word he could choke out, over and over again, was, “Panic! Panic panic panic panic—”

Clara put a finger to her lips and Emile pressed a fist against his mouth. “Well, I see where the anxiety stems from, as, clearly, do you,” she said. “Tell me this, Emile: has your grandfather ever tried to take something away from another person if he knew it made them happy?”

Emile shook his head. He genuinely couldn’t think of a time where that applied.

“Then he won’t take Remy away from you. Because Remy makes you happy. And yeah, I don’t know him. I know you think I can’t make that guarantee. But think about it. Would he really try something like that?”

Emile was pretty sure he knew the answer. His grandfather wouldn’t try that. He might make it clear that he never wanted to speak to Emile again, but he wouldn’t force Emile to call off the marriage. Sure, that option hurt, but at least it was realistic. “Thanks, Clara,” he breathed.

Clara nodded and smiled. “Of course, Emile.”

[suncatchr]

Heyo if u wanna talk abt ur ocs can u tell me abt the newest ones (or at least the ones that r new to me which is all of them on the last pic of ur oc post I think?) :3

omggg thank you for asking :3 this is long sorry i haven’t organised my thoughts about them yet ahjfklsa but here we go

before i can talk abt rain n evie i have to explain the universe with kes, amaya, and rio. im sure you remember them :3 but umm you said they were based on pacific rim and i don’t know anything abt pacific rim fhjlafnj sooo i made a bunch of stuff up. soooo there’s a parallel universe/alternate dimension full of people and like, monsters. the alt. universe people r testing ways to break into our dimension and open the door permanently so that both dimensions are their domain. the... city...? that the story is set in is like a capitalists’s dream, split harshly between rich and poor with no middle class. the poor faction of the city that will be named soon is the one responsible for keeping the other-dimension-ers out of our dimension, most if not all of them are responsible in some way for keeping their area safe from those tears in the ozone layer. they in return are given technology, money, and supplies from the rich faction. those guys do next to nothing, they operate like any other city where everyone has jobs and pays their dues to the government. they are very strict about who they let into the city; they don’t want outsiders to know about their dimension problem lest they stop the warriors from doing their jobs or do something to make the tear bigger etc etc. they also don’t want poor people in the city, even if they’re responsible for everyone’s safety. I’m thinking of making the story a really obvious allegory similar to older-fashioned dystopian novels like animal farm and brave new world because i’m obsessed with those in concept. so i think supporting characters will be one-dimensional caricatures of types of people in society, and only the MCs will have nuance. this also makes it easier for me to write side characters ;3

so kestrel and amaya are siblings mostly born and raised into monster-fighting. you know when there’s a factory or whatever in town that most people in that city work at? there’s one of those but it’s like... a firehouse for monster fighting. they mostly live and sleep there, they’re fed and clothed here for free so long as they fight and they’re both content with that. I’m not sure what happened to their parents yet but they’re probably dead. not everyone’s parents are dead, some people have families that they live with at the... compound, these two are just tragic and whatnot. families are encouraged to fight together in duos or trios so that loyalty makes them fight smarter and harder to protect each other. when they’re not at the compound, like if they have shifts off or whatever, they live in an abandoned subway station and steal power from the government who’s unaware that that track is unused 😌

so as far as them as individuals, i kept the planets that u based them off of :3 kestrel is based off mars and mars is the planet of action, energy, motivation, temper. kestrel is moody and temperamental, but their choices are never made without careful consideration. they’re a quick thinker and that makes them confident, so they never back down from a challenge. they have a hard time masking their emotions and it’s easy to see what’s going on in their head. they’re hard to embarrass, though, and they’re very confident in most of their assertions. they’re impatient and crabby, but they aren’t at all shy.

amaya is based off venus, so she’s more emotionally rounded than her sibling and more interested in the poetry of life. she’s very expressive and polite, and she has a thing abt maintaining her image. she’s a bit materialistic and self-centred, focused on her looks and her space, but she’s realistic in her material n sensual desires because al things considered she lives in a subway station. she knows what to expect from life, or at least she thinks she does, and is just as confident in her own assertions as kestrel. she’s stubborn and argumentative for that reason, but her confidence makes her a natural leader and people flock to her for advice and assistance. she loves this.

and adrion, based off earth, comes into their lives later. rio used to live on the rich side of town until a second dimension creature escapes the notice of the warriors (i swear they won’t actually be called “warriors” forever 😭) and destroys his part of the city. his family is alright, but the destruction makes him feel like he could do a better job than whoever’s currently there. he leaves his family to join up with the. the compound, and when asked to find a partner to fight with, chooses amaya and kestrel because they’re a top-of-their-class team who are always talking about how things could be better. at first, they don’t want him bc they’re lone wolves and they do not like to be told what to do. but he’s a tough fighter and he’s got the motivation to be good, so they let him stay on the team. as far as personality, rio is really chill and understanding, often willing to let other people’s faults slide. as long as he’s allowed to do what he wants to do, other people can have their way. he’s cheerier than the other two but he’s quieter and more in-the-background. his strong will makes him sensitive and he refuses to change his mind often because he’s quite naive and gullible, making him easy to trick and take advantage of which makes him insecure. this makes him prone to snapping when people put pressure on him.

now for rain and evie. i originally created them as prototypes for their own narrative but the story seemed really similar to my other stuff so i scrapped it BUT i thought the characters themselves worked in this story instead so i kept them :3. rain and evie are brothers who were initially raised in a fighting ring. they live on the poor side of town but they never worked for the compound. they make a living by gladiator fighting, people pay to come in and bet on them and obviously they’re paid for winning fights. rain is an extremely adept fighter and usually manages to beat opponents with brute strength. evie is smaller and less physical and usually fights by using the opponent’s strength against them. they’re simultaneously popular and unpopular in their neighbourhood as they’re like. cool for being good in the ring but they’re really weird otherwise. they’re aggressive, angry and irrational, they act like they’re always in the ring. rain is more sociable and capable than evie, who tends to be reactive and angry. he doesn’t want to be here, but rain is more content in his abilities, so he handles mostly everything so that evie doesn’t have to be responsible for anything. they end up moving on from the ring after evie takes on an opponent that rain tried to tell everyone that he could never beat. evie takes a violent blow to the head that leaves him comatose, and rain spends a huge chunk of money for a piece of technology that replaces the damaged areas of evie’s head and functions in its place. no one tells rain, though, that the thing he put in evie’s head is technology from the other dimension. after the two leave the ring, they decide to make themselves useful and fight the monsters that forced them into this life in the first place.

personality-wise, rain is a laid-back, go-with-the-flow kind of guy. he likes to let things take their course and he isn’t much concerned with proceedings outside of himself and evie. he purposefully denies himself negative emotion and usually tries to fake that everything is good all the time. despite this, he’s emotional and reactive and extremely defensive. he doesn’t like to be challenged or made unhappy and in his dream world he and evie are always just hanging out doing what they want and not having to answer to anyone. people often find him charming bc he’s able to finagle most situations into him getting his way, he’s exceptional with people but he doesn’t like them.

evie is more sullen and droopy. he almost always lets rain do all the talking and he usually appears unconcerned with most goings-on because he’s letting rain evaluate the situation. he’s usually inside his own head, daydreaming or fussing. most of his interactions with others are verbal or physical fights bc he’s unsure how to manage himself without rain around and is often willing to fight for whatever he thinks rain would want. he’s independent outside of that, doesn’t like to be told what to do or how to act. not even rain can calm him down when he’s on his soapbox because he truly believes that if he had to grow up a fighting dog he should be allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants. in downtime he’s usually a little bit more uppity than rain but still similarly laid-back and willing to act like things are okay.

the five of these characters r in the same universe and they go on missions together often, though kes and amaya don’t really get along with rain and evie because they’re all so stubborn.

next are niko and andre, who i got from sammy! we got urban fantasy going on here, and i’m thinking of setting it in like. the mid 1800-s. i’m feeling spicy. umm so i think the key thing about this universe is that “hunters” are a species of humanoid monster. this world is spinning with vampires, werewolves, faeries, demons, etc. pretending to be human in order to survive, and hunters are a mimic species that look human but just... aren’t. they have an insatiable desire to hunt and kill (used to be for food but humans make food more easily accessible), but killing humans makes them vulnerable to being found out. killing other monsters is the perfect substitute, plus humans praise them for it. they’re onto each other but they can’t make scenes in human society so they have to dance around each other to do all of their killing in secret.

andre is a hunter living in the shadow of his older sister, angel. she’s a better, more ruthless hunter than he is, with stronger instincts and a greater prey drive. she’s popular with people in town and generally just more charismatic. he really wants to be like her, but he’s klutzy and insecure and his instincts are poor cuz he overthinks them. one day he comes across niko in a bar and, perceiving him to be human bc he has 0 instincts, they get their flirt on. until niko says something that makes andre realise he’s a vampire. embarrassed and ashamed of his attraction, andre tries to turn his feeling of betrayal into murderous instinct, and he can turn that anger into his first solo kill. niko keeps chasing after andre trying to catch his non-murderous attention because he actually really likes him and doesn’t want to let what they are get in their way.

personality wise, niko is a noisy little wisecracker who likes to be popular. he’s a genuinely nice guy and is famous wherever he goes for being wise and helpful. he’s usually pretty optimistic and very charming, especially in bigger crowds where he can fit in. he can be purposefully oblivious and is very good at disguising his feelings and intentions. he’s witty and sarcastic, often masking negativity for the sake of keeping it light.

andre is a straightforward intellectual type who likes to work and create and achieve. he’s intelligent and steadfast and always strives to do his best (which is why being terrible at hunting is upsetting for him). making achievements kind of replaces his understanding of himself, and not being good at things really digs at his self-worth. he’s not much of a people person but he’s not really shy, either. he’s polite and good-natured, though his feelings are quite fragile.

next generation, same universe, next is honour (whose name HAS to be spelled with the u), journey, and solace. resident throuple. honour and solace are hunters, and journey is human. honour was raised in a big home with lots of hunters under the iron fist of like, the mean nursemaid from annie. they hunt monsters as an organised group, but its a violent institution that doesn’t believe in autonomy nor the worth of human lives. humans exist as something to blend into while they exterminate all other monsters. honour stops believing this when she gets older, mostly due to meeting journey. she assumes journey is just going to be vapid and goofy bc he’s a human, but he ends up being a really cool dude who’s just as in-depth as her and she begins to realise how terrible the lessons she was raised on are.

journey’s family were aware that they were often surrounded by monsters and as such were very protective of him and his siblings. journey never gets to go out and do things, and being stuck in the stuffy comfort of his home is not what he wants to do with his life when he knows there are monsters out there. when he and honour hit it off, they decide to run away together, deciding to shed their upbringings entirely by changing their names to the things they want most.

i set this in the 1800s JUST so that i could have honour and journey use the train to run away. not nice public transit trains, i mean they are riding the dirty rusty rails to seek a better life. they intend to ride a long time to make sure that they’re never recognised. on one of the trains they catch to head north, they come across solace, helping him onto the train as he got there a split second too late to catch it. despite his initial gratitude, solace is unpleasant to ride with. turns out he’s been on the run for most of his life and is just trying to find a place to stay where no one will care that he’s a hunter. in human-only societies hunters are known as mimics and are heavily discriminated against if you’re suspected of being one and straight up killed if you are. after living an uncomfortable life and seeing his father killed, solace decides to go from town to town until he finds a place that’s mostly hunters. when honour reveals they’re looking for the same thing, solace decides to go with them. he’s hesitant to give up his name because it was given to him by his parents, but ultimately he wants to leave that life behind and embody comfort and. yk. solace.

haven’t quite figured these three out personality-wise bc i only finished their designs and names in time for posting the art, rip

and lastly my warriors ocs! I decided to make regular fanclans as opposed to using my existing ocs in an au mostly because i didn’t wanna add in random npcs (as it were) to fill the nursery and elder’s den even tho those r important to clan life. so, i made separate ocs, they live in the arctic! summitclan in the mountains, tundraclan in the plains, and glacierclan by the. glacier. the story so far is a murder mystery, cats of all clans are being killed and going missing and no one knows why. while most warriors assume there’s a bear or fox hanging around the territories, the apprentices saw something while they were hanging out that made them decide to investigate deeper...

our mc is snowpaw, a repurposed rp oc fjdkfjld;af. he’s a summitclan cat and he’s known to be strange and standoffish. he seems cold and apathetic about almost everything and it’s hard to see what he enjoys and dislikes. his secretiveness makes it easy for him to investigate the murders, no one ever questions where snowpaw is going or what he’s doing. with his friends and family snowpaw is a little more jovial, he has very dry humour and is also always trying to help

crowpaw is a tundraclan cat. he’s stuck up and big-mouthed, very arrogant little know it all. don’t ever tell him that, though, bc he’s very sensitive and he will cry. he likes to be seen as the best at everything so he dedicates excess time to learning and is actually a very curious and adventurous cat underneath.

swiftpaw is a glacierclan cat. he’s very mature and is often rumoured to be a great deputy choice when he’s old enough. he’s calm and level-headed, a quick-thinking problem solver with a bit of a superiority complex but not one that anyone in his life would be aware of bc he’s so darn polite. the warrior code is important to him and so are rules of daily clan life that reduce conflict in any way.

teapaw is also a glacierclan cat. she, like snowpaw, is a little bit quiet and secretive, the kind of person (..?) that kinda lurks in the back of important things going on rather than offering her voice. she’s a healer’s apprentice and takes a lot of pride in being effective and efficient with all her duties. she’s curious and observant, and shes good friends with her clan’s seer, deadhawk (i split the medicine cat position into two for these clans, healers do doctor stuff, seers talk to starclan), so she tends to be up to date w what starclan says, which helps her and her friends w their mystery.

and finally, breezepaw! he’s a summitclan cat and snowpaw’s bff. he’s kinda clueless and distractable, very much a follower personality as he likes others to decide what’s important for him to do. he’s a quiet cat, but he’s not afraid to speak his mind when the time comes. kinda a goofy jokester dude, but he knows how to read a room and keep quiet when he doesn’t know what to contribute and jokes won’t help. he likes snowpaw because snowpaw’s always confident in what he’s doing and never clowns on breezepaw for not knowing wtf is going on

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I’m gonna be there: Chapter 13

Joot and Kak vs Dark Blue Moon and Strength aka Kakyoin’s time to shine

“Wait... that’s allowed?”

“Well, it’s my boat.” The captain answered, shrugging at Noriaki’s question. “I’ll do what I want with it. If this little munchkin” he gestured to Katsumi sitting in his brother’s arms, who made a questioning sound. “wants to visit, who am I to refuse him?”

“What a munchkin?” Katsumi asked Hoshino, who shrugged.

“He called you cute.” Jotaro answered, and Katsumi giggled after a second.

“Thanks!”

“Do we have to pay anything?” Hoshino asked, tilting his head. The captain hummed for a second, before shrugging.

“It’s free for the munchkin, but you guys are gonna have to pay... I dunno. What’s twenty dollars in yen?”

“Six thousand two hundred yens for everyone, got it.” Jotaro noted, taking his wallet out and giving the captain cash before starting to step onto the boat, followed by Hoshino and then Noriaki.

The two crossed eyes, and the redhead felt a chill go down his spine as he looked into the captain’s empty eyes. He let part of Hierophant slip out, tying itself around a bollard and switching to complete invisibility as he got on the boat. A small yacht, if he wasn’t mistaken.

Both Katsumi and Hoshino were on the upper deck, looking around, the younger with amazement, and the older with the cool detachment he seemed to have about everything. Jotaro was waiting for him. “Yo, you okay?”

“You were right.” The redhead told Jotaro, who raised an eyebrow. “I needed a change of air.” 

The taller teen smiled. “Glad to hear it. Oi, Hoshino! Katsumi!” The pair of brothers turned toward  “You guys wanna go on the lower decks?”

“Uh-uh!” Katsumi cheerfully acquiesced, Hoshino following Jotaro as the small group found the way downstairs, looking around and following the arrows that indicated where was what in English.

They soon came upon a room that drew Noriaki’s attention for the cage in it, which contained an ape. “Uh, guys?”

Hoshino and Jotaro both backtracked, looking into the room. “Monkey?” Katsumi asked, visibly confused.

Noriaki shook his head. “Orangutan, actually.”

The blue-haired teen seemed worried for a moment. “Are they dangerous?”

“No, they’re actually quite peaceful.” Noriaki answered, Hoshino nodding as Jotaro came into the room, nearing the cage and and looking at the orangutan closely.

“... How did you get in there, uh?” The taller teen asked in a soft voice, noticing the lack of door on the cage. The orangutan just made a noise, biting into a peeled apple as Jotaro frowned in confusion, noticing it’s flesh was still white. Why didn’t it brown? He started looking at other things in the cage, noticing a bed, a basket of fruit, a rubik cube, a peeler and a pile of... dirty magazines?

Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. That ape gives me the creeps.” Jotaro finally commented, turning back to go onto the upper deck. Both Hoshino and Noriaki followed him, the redhead’s gaze on the blue-haired teen. Just who was this guy? One of Sakurai’s lackeys? If so, why was Jotaro tolerating him? The taller teen had made it pretty clear he didn’t like Sakurai’s gang.

Hoshino suddenly turned toward him. “What is it? You keep looking at me.”

“Erm...” Find something, find something, find something- “... is that pin from Montreal��s planetarium?”

The blue-haired teen seemed frozen for a moment looking a, before slowly nodding, seeming distrustful. “Yes. The Rio Tinto Alcan Planetarium. What of it?”

“Oh nothing it’s just- when I was little, my parents and I went on a trip to Canada, and we ended up staying in Montreal.” Noriaki explained. “So we visited the planetarium. I’m too young to remember much, but I remember thinking the galaxy images were pretty.”

Hoshino seemed to understand, nodding in agreement. “My family and I usually get out of the country on summer vacation. Two years ago, we decided to go to Quebec, and we stayed in Montreal for about a week. Visiting the Planetarium is one of the first things we did. Space has always been fascinating to me. I hope to be able to work in this field one day.”

“It is!” Noriaki agreed, lightening up at meeting someone who seemed so enthusiastic about something. While his own interests went in all sorts of different direction, he still knew quite a bit about space. “Did you know that, according to mathematics, a white hole, which would be impossible to enter even if light and matter could escape from it, is possible?”

Hoshino shook his head, but still seemed to be interested, which was ore than Noriaki usually got when he started spouting trivia. “So basically, it would be the opposite of a black hole?”

“Y-yeah! Basically!”

“Maybe that’s where all the stuff that gets sucked into a black hole ends up escaping?” Jotaro proposed, suddenly intervening in the discussion as they reached the upper deck again.

“One: it’s rude to come into a discussion uninvited.” Noriaki told the taller boy in an uppity tone of voice, Jotaro just shrugging in answer. “Two: no actual white holes have ever been spotted, so we don’t know.”

“If we never saw them, how we know they exiss?” Katsumi asked, tilting his head.

“We don’t.” Hoshino started explaining. “It’s just that, according to numbers, it’s possible that white holes can exist.”

“Ooooh! You so smawt, Noyaki-chan!” Noriaki blushed at the praise, readying himself to tell Katsumi he’s not the one who made the math, before Jotaro made a half-confused, half-panicked sound from the end of the deck.

“What’s wrong, Kujo-kun?”

Jotaro turned toward the other three. “We’re drifting away.”

“We’re WHAT!?” Noriaki jumped, surprised to see Hoshino loose his composure for the first time in the evening. Even if he’d only known him for less than a day, the shorter teen had seemed very similar to Jotaro, and Jotaro, never once since they met, had raised his voice.

Jotaro winced, before sighing. “We’re drifting away. Slowly, and I could probably swim there, but the boat still left port.”

“Good for you, but my stamina is nowhere near yours.” Noriaki commented with an hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“I can’t swim for that long either, and Katsumi doesn’t even know how!” Hoshino added, worry lacing his tone.

“We loss?” Katsumi suddenly asked on the verge of tears. Before anyone could answer him, he started sobbing, Hoshino ineffectively trying to calm him down.

“Fuuuck...” Jotaro muttered under his breath, turning back toward the slowly shrinking port as Hoshino walked away from them, a crying Katsumi in his arms.

Noriaki made sure Hoshino’s attention was away from them, before tapping on Jotaro’s shoulder. “Can you use your Stand to see what’s under the water?”

“... Why?”

“The captain earlier gave me a bad feeling.” The redhead explained.

Jotaro frowned. “As in... Stand user bad feeling?”

“Yeah. No way in hell anyone can have skin this pink and not be a Stand User.”

“I think he’s just white-”

“Can you check the waters, yes or no?” Noriaki cut him off. Jotaro stilled, before nodding, taking his Stand out. The purple spirit’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, before directing it’s attention to the waters, it’s pupils shifting sizes before fading away again, it’s master turning toward the redhead and nodding.

“It looked like a fish-man. So, what do I do?”

“You swim to shore, beat it up if you have to, and when you reach shore, you pull on this.” Noriaki made a green string from his Hierophant Green appear, the string going all the way back to the port. “I tied most of Hierophant around the boat, and I can keep my Stand invisible even from other Stand users.” He explained as he tied the string around Jotaro’s wrist. “Think you can do that?”

“Sounds simple enough.” Jotaro said, turning toward the waters. “In the meantime, try to keep Hoshino from panicking. He’s normally chill, but he goes fucking insane when he feels his little brother is threatened.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Noriaki told the taller teen, who nodded before jumping into the water. The redhead then turned toward Hoshino, who was trying to calm down a sobbing Katsumi. He walked toward them. “Hey, Hoshino-san? Jotaro decided to swim to shore to get help. Maybe we can try finding the control room to try and anchor it?”

The blue-haired teen turned toward him, before taking a deep breath. “You hear that, Katsumi? We’re gonna go back home.”

The toddler turned raised his head to his older brother. “Weally?”

“Really.” Hoshino then smiled, picking up Katsumi as he turned toward Noriaki. “Lead the way, Kakyoin-san.”

The redhead nodded, making a gesture for the other teen to follow him. The two went back to the lower deck, Kakyoin following the directions that were on the walls, when Katsumi suddenly gasped. “Monkey gone!”

“What?” The redhead asked, turning toward Katsumi, and then the room the toddler was pointing to. Indeed, it was the room where they had found the orangutan earlier, and the ape was now gone.

“What the-!?” Noriaki exclaimed, entering the room and looking around. Was there also an enemy Stand user aboard? 

As he rested his his hand against a wall, he suddenly heard both Hoshino and Katsumi yell, followed by the sound a body hitting the metal floor and being dragged toward him before Hoshino suddenly crashed in the wall next to him, pipes coming from the wall to restrain him. Both his shades and wooden katana where off of him. 

“Jun!” Katsumi yelled, running toward his older brother as something came out of the shadows. Noriaki just had the time to see the orangutan from earlier, now wearing a captain coat and hat, before he too was restrained by pipes coming out of the wall.

“Katsumi, stay back!” Hoshino yelled at his little brother as the orangutan fully came into view, a smug look on it’s face and a dictionary in his hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me- god shit fuck-” Kakyoin hissed, his surprise at the boat restraining him nearly making him forget to stay calm. He turned his gaze toward the ape, who was holding the dictionnary open, one of his fingers pointing to a word in perticular. “Strength?... Is that your Stand?” The redhead asked, tilting his head. 

The ape nodded, starting to laugh maniacally as it got a rubik cube out, obviously taunting the redhead about the situation as it solved it, crushing it in it’s hand. It then turned toward Katsumi, a bloodthirsty expression on it’s face as a choked out sob escaped the toddler, the little boy starting to back away slowly desperately searching for his brother’s gaze to reassure him. However, the only thing Hoshino could do was stare in horror, the situation obviously out of his control.

Noriaki took a deep breath, assessing the situation. “Alright, so. The boat is also a Stand. It belongs to the fucking orangutan in front of me. Jotaro is currently taking care of the Stand that’s been steering the yacht away from the port. I’m currently trapped with Hoshino against a wall, and Katsumi is probably going to get killed if I don’t do anything. Let’s see, let’s see... Hoshino-san?”

The blue-haired teen turned toward Kakyoin. His glasses had been knocked off when the Stand had restrained him, and the angered panic in his eyes was evident. “What?”

“Can you hand me one of the pins on your coat lapel? I have an idea that might save your brother.” Hoshino looked at Kakyoin, then at the pins on his coat, before slipping one of his arms out of the metallic restrain after some effort and taking off one of them, throwing it at the redhead with a jerk of his wrist.

“Catch.” Kakyoin smirked, letting some of Hierophant uncoil around his fingers to catch the pin. The strings quickly formed into a second arm, using it to throw the pin at the orangutan’s head, stopping it dead in it’s tracks of coming near Katsumi, who perked up as the beast stopped approaching him.

The orangutan grunted, it’s composure clearly coming apart. “What’s wrong, ape?” The beast grunted again. “Are you angry you didn’t see this coming? Hoshino’s pin doesn’t belong to your Stand now, does it? You didn’t see it coming, did you? I suppose you’re angry because your pride- the one you think you earned by trapping a bunch of teenagers and an actual toddler, might I add- is wounded?” Kakyoin hummed, making a point of ignoring the ape as it turned toward him with a warning glare. “No, that can’t be it. You’re just a monkey.” The redhead then turned toward their enemy, and put on his best shit-eating smile. “Everyone knows animals don’t have any pride, after all~”

That did the trick. The orangutan screeched in rage, jumping high in the air it’s fist raised to slam them onto Kakyoin. Both Hoshino and Katsumi screamed in surprise, but the redhead just narrowed his eyes, his fingers twitching as Hierophant’s barrier activated. An eerie note sounded throughout the corridor as hundreds of tiny gems slammed into the ape, said ape letting out a pained screech as he fell to the ground.

The redhead used Hierophant to break his restraints, the green strings he had wrapped all around the boat appearing as he helped Hoshino out of his bindings, watching him run toward Katsumi and taking him in his arms. “Are you alright?” He asked as the blue-haired teen kissed his brother’s forehead.

“I’ll be fine.” Hoshino answered, picking up his (now cracked) sunglasses and wooden katana. “Now the question is: what to do with this disgusting creature?” He then pointed the wooden sword at the orangutan, who flailed about before ripping open his captain coat.

“Oh!” Kakyoin turned toward Hoshino. “Did you know that multiple animals in the animal kingdom show their underside to show submission?”

“So he wants mercy?” Hoshino asked with disdain, his sneer pronouncing itself even further as the orangutan nodded. The teen toward his brother. “What do you think, Katsumi? Should Kakyoin-san and I show the... captain... mercy?”

Surprisingly, Katsumi shook his head, a pout on his lips. “They a meanie! And they twied to huwt us! It’s juss... uh... self-defense?” He asked with a confused look on his face. 

Kakyoin nodded encouragingly at Katsumi, suddenly very glad that children didn’t have any moral compass even though he suffered for most of his school life due to said lack of moral compass. “Yes, you’re right! If someone attacks you with ill intent...” He turned toward the orangutan, face expressionless as Hoshino put Katsumi down, starting to brandish his katana above his head. “You’re allowed to fight back.”

The wooden sword snapped the beast’s neck just as the boat was suddenly wrenched to the side.

-

Jotaro came out of the water, looking around for the captain who had put them in this situation in the first place with a wrathful look on his face. He finally spotted him, lying on the ground unconscious with bruises that matched where his Stand had punched Dark Blue Moon. The delinquent marched toward him, giving him a final kick in the dick with a muttered “shinjimae” before searching the man’s pocket for his money, and then manifesting his Stand’s arms to pull on the green string.

In a few seconds, the small yacht was back to the port. And just in time too, since it was now crumbling on itself as Noriaki and Hoshino came running out, an unusually silent Katsumi in the shorter teen’s arms. “Jotaro-kun!” The redhead yelled, relieved to see his friend as he jumped into his arms, hugging him. 

Jotaro stayed frozen on the spot, before hugging him back. “Hey... Noriaki-kun.” He could feel his face heat up at the familiarity. “Hoshino. You guys okay?”

“We will be.” The blue-haired teen told Jotaro, his voice unusually tired. “Just a bad encounter with an ape and a magical ship.”

“Wait,” Jotaro turned toward the redhead. “The entire ship was a-!?”

“Uh uh.” Noriaki confirmed. “Don’t worry, Hoshino snapped the ape’s neck. We won’t have any trouble from that anymore.”

Jotaro nodded, before turning toward Hoshino and Katsumi. “Hey Katsumi?” The toddler turned his eyes to him. “You wanna get ice cream?” He asked softly, and the little boy instantly cheered up, nodding enthusiastically. As they started getting out of the port, Jotaro’s phone started ringing. “Yeah, what?”

“...”

“Oh, hey Sadao.”

“...”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“...”

“Seriously? That sucks.”

“...”

“Jojimi and Joriko are what-”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: all the guys want cheerleaders; jon moxley

Notes:

So... I think that arguably, my favorite universe/pairing to write is Jon Moxley and my OC Jane. Apparently so because I have like 5+ universes just for them and counting. I’m seriously tempted to definitely sit down and like... plan out an actual fic bc this is getting outrageous lmao. Anyway, here’s another thing. This is a teenage!jon and jane. So this is one of those inflexible / non changeable parts, btw.

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Summary:

Jon decides to surprise Jane by coming home just to take her to some stupid dance. And surprise her, he does. Fluffy af. I mean.. In Mox’s typical way of being fluffy.

Pairing:

Jon Moxley x OFC, Jane

Warnings:

Uhhh... fluffy surprises.

“Everything looks like shit on me. That’s it, I’m not going to this fucking dance.” Jane threw down the fourth dress and stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head. She was only even going to this stupid thing because her grandmother was making a big deal about her going.

It wasn’t like she wanted to go. The guy she’d rather go to prom with was gone, he left town to go off and become some kind of famous wrestler or something. His own words.

As if on cue, the phone rang and Jane grabbed for it. Mox promised he’d call her the second he got where he was going. “Well, dickhead?”

“Hey to you too, Janey.” blue eyes darted around the bar and when the guys got too loud, Mox gave them all a silencing glare. It only got him teased by Callihan and Cole, but Mox ignored the two jackasses and turned away, busying himself by doodling on a napkin. “Ya find a dress?”

“I’m not goin to that stupid prom.”

“Janey, c’mon. Ya promised ya grandma.”

“I know, I know.. I just.. I don’t wanna. Besides, I look like shit in all the dresses she picked up for me to try. Besides, I asked that dumbass in my Bio class if he’d take me as a friend. Turns out he’s already goin with someone. Or I’m ugly as fuck and he’s just too polite to point it out. Or he’s lyin and…”  Janey trailed off, rolling onto her back on the bed and Mox sighed on the other end of the line.

“First of all, ya not ugly. Second, ya don’t have t’ go with somebody to go.” Mox calmly pointed out. He grabbed the beer Callihan bought over to him and took a long sip, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he finished. “Ya grandma just wants ya to have a good time. She’s tryin to cheer you up.”

… just tell her already, damn…

He was hell bent on not ruining the surprise though. He knew how much Jane really wanted to go to prom and thanks to peeking in her journal when he stopped by to see her before he left town, he knew exactly why she was digging her heels in about going.

Apparently, she only wanted to go with him. But she’d never admit it, she’d never admit a lot of things she wrote about him in her journal and those things… They were another huge reason he was out of Ohio and trying to make a name for himself. He wanted to be the best he could be, for her. He wanted to be able to give her everything he thought she deserved, despite knowing that she’d be fine with just being with him.

He wanted to give her so much more.

Jane eyed the phone and bit her lip. “ I don’t wanna go, okay? Why’s it so important I go, huh? It’s gonna be lame.”

“If you don’t go, ya gonna look back and regret it.”

“Or maybe I won’t, Mox.”

Mox took a deep breath, trying to keep from telling her exactly why he wanted her to go so badly. If she didn’t go, then he couldn’t show up in the stupid damned tuxedo. He couldn’t give her the necklace he’d bought for her.

… but if she doesn’t wanna go, maybe you could surprise her at home… take her out somewhere real nice… ya gonna have plenty of money, man… and the thought had him taking a deep breath.

“Maybe ya won’t. If ya don’t wanna go, don’t. I gotta ask ya somethin, okay?”

Jane raised a brow and rolled over onto her stomach, propping on her elbow. She tried to picture him, all sweaty and probably bloody, probably fresh from a fight.. She found herself wondering if he was wearing the sleeveless vest, or if he’d just fought in jeans tonight. She found herself wishing that she wasn’t stuck in stupid Ohio, doing what she promised him she’d do. She didn’t get why it was so important she stayed, she could’ve easily finished high school wherever he wound up. It would’ve been their big adventure, just like they always talked about. She could’ve gotten by on her photography and worked as a waitress too.

She just missed him.

She hadn’t seen him in over a month and she was afraid it was going to be like her parents all over again.. One day, she’d try to call their face to memory and realize she couldn’t anymore. The thought had her eyes stinging with tears and she wiped at her eyes, scowling about it.

She just didn’t want to forget him or lose him too and now that he was gone, despite him diligently keeping in touch, she was so afraid that very thing was going to happen.

“Ya there, Janey?”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin.. Ask away.” Jane sat up and took a deep breath or two. This happened, it was a fact of life. Sooner or later, she reminded herself, even the best of friends drifted away from each other. It sucked and it was sad, but it was true.

And she was most likely going to lose him before she ever got to tell him just how special he was to her and how much she loved him, faults and all.

“Ya trust me?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question, Mox. You know I trust you. Probably one hell of a lot more than I trust anyone else.” Jane answered quickly, wondering what made him ask that.

“I need ya to go to our place. Saturday.”

“But you were saying a minute ago you wanted me to go to the stupid fucking prom too.. What do you want me to do, Mox…” Jane trailed off and he chuckled. “You said ya didn’t wanna go to prom. So, I thought maybe if ya went somewhere you were comfortable instead, might make ya feel better.”

… it’s only gonna remind me you’re not here, but okay.. Jane almost said it aloud, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she agreed to go to their spot on Saturday night at 6. And given that her grandma had already given her a ‘free pass’ for the night, Jane decided that maybe she could just get ready like she planned to go to prom, go to their little spot down by the docks and change somewhere in a bathroom. Why Mox wanted her to go, she had no idea, but it certainly seemed urgent.

( SATURDAY NIGHT )

“Okay, grandma. I’m heading out.”

“Wait, I want to get a picture of you, sweetie.”

Jane tapped her foot against the floor but she smiled, nodded and let her grandmother get a picture of her. She felt guilty for not just telling the woman she wasn’t going to prom, but she was going to wander around the docks, she knew it wouldn’t matter but her grandma would worry the entire time, but she also knew that she might disappoint the older woman.

That was the last thing Jane wanted to ever do was to disappoint her grandma.

After her grandma got another picture or two and hugged her, Jane set out, walking quickly, cursing the stupid heels and the wind and the fact that the stupid dress didn’t have any sleeves at all and herself for not bringing a jacket.

She hadn’t even been able to grab a change of clothing, her grandmother had wanted to hover close, to reminisce about her own prom and how her grandpa saved her from the unwanted advances of some “uppity jock guy” that night. And Jane, well.. She’d had fun listening to the woman’s stories, and letting her grandma do something. They’d been talking and her grandmother admitted that it wasn’t so much wanting her to go to prom, but wanting her not to stop living just because that “sweet boy two doors down” was gone. Her grandmother had apparently been worried about her as of late, because she hadn’t been as bright or as happy as she had been before Mox left.

Jane stopped to lean against a factory and leaned down, taking off the stupid heels, glaring at them as she rubbed her foot.

It was almost 8 now and she was within sight of the docks.

Someone was standing there, their back facing her.

In a suit.

They weren’t so much standing there still as they were pacing a little. Jane almost just turned and left whoever it was to their pacing, but then, the pacing man turned to face her and when she saw him, she didn’t think or bother censoring herself, she just started to run right for him, flinging herself at him as soon as she reached him. Mox wrapped his arms around her, easily lifting her off her bare feet, breathing in the scent of her shampoo because God knew he’d missed it the entire time he’d been away.

“Mox? Is this why you kept tryin to make me go to prom?”

All Mox could do was shrug and stare at her. “Fuck..”

“What’s wrong?” Jane cocked her head to the side, looking up at her friend. Mox blurted it out before he could stop himself.

“Always thought ya were beautiful but goddamn..” he mumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his head as he stared down at her.

Jane almost laughed, thinking he was just kidding her, but the look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks. He dug around in the pockets of the stupid suit, swearing, almost panicking when he thought he might have left the box with the necklace inside on the bus he’d gotten off of earlier, but finally, he found it and pulled it out.

“I got ya somethin.”

“Jon…”

“Shh.. There’s somethin I been wanting to say. If I don’t say it now, I won’t.” Mox was doing it again, the pacing and mumbling thing he tended to do when angry or nervous. Jane reached out, stepping in front of him and stopping him where he stood. “Say it then, Mox. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I love ya. I love ya so goddamn much and goin away, it wasn’t cos I wanted t’ leave ya, ya gotta know that. It was cos one day, I wanted to… I bought ya this. I saw it and I remembered how upset ya were when ya lost the one like it ya mom gave ya.” he held out the box and Jane opened it, staring at the rose gold heart shaped locket that was almost identical to the one her mom always wore when she was alive. She wiped at her eyes and for a second, his face fell.

Why was she about to cry?

“I fucked up.”

“No, no. No. This is.. It’s perfect and it’s beautiful and I..”

Words were failing her at the moment, so she rose to tiptoe, tugging at the tie that he hadn’t even tied right, pulling his mouth down to her own, pulling him into as deep a kiss as she could. Mox deepened it even more, gripping at her lower back, holding her up as best as he could.

“Ya what?”

“I love you too. I always have.”

“I was gonna take ya to that one real fancy restaurant.. If ya hungry?” Mox broke the kiss to ask and Jane gave a soft laugh, nodding.

[quillreflections]

Title: Electric Blue

Chapter: 9

Series: Yugioh GX

Pairing: Chazz/reader

disclaimer: written for Christmas, I’m just posting here late

Are you hiding, somewhere behind those eyes?

With the exception of a few unlucky students and staff, the island was empty. Chazz Princeton was one of those exceptions.

He stood in front of the quiet duel building, glaring up at the cloud-covered sky as he buried his chapped hands deep in his uniform coat's pockets. "Too damn cold," he muttered to himself, watching his breath curl out of his mouth and crystallize in the air, "but it's better'n Hell." He shuddered at the thought of spending the holidays with his family. An empty campus was much better.

He pulled his hands from his pockets only long enough to tighten his scarf before taking off at a trot. Not even the Blue cafeteria was open over the winter break- he was going to spend all December eating Slifer food.

Was going home really that bad-?

Chazz's gait slowed as he approached the cliffside buildings; partially because he really didn't want to be there, but also because someone else caught his eye.

Completely underdressed for the weather, you'd only pulled a thin long-sleeve shirt on under your normal, warm-weather uniform; your teeth were chattering so hard as you went for dinner, Chazz could hear them from yards away.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He bit out, his long legs easily falling into step alongside your quick strides. You didn't even flinch at his sudden appearance.

"H-heya, Chazz! I didn't think an island would get so cold, y'know?" You forced a laugh; it drifted from your mouth like steam, and Chazz frowned down at you. He grabbed at your arm, pulling you to a stop with him.

"You're such a fool," he fake-snarls, tugging his coat collar out from underneath his scarf, shrugging his uniform coat off entirely. "You're lucky I'm here, [Name]." He tried to look frustrated, but couldn't keep the note of warmth from creeping into his voice as he handed you his coat.

You stared at it for a moment. "Chazz, I can't just take your-"

"Take it or I'm leaving you here to freeze." He looked away from you, his face tinged slightly red. You giggled a bit before taking his coat and pulling it on; since he'd been wearing it for so long, it was already gorgeously warm, and you let out a long sigh as your chilled self began to thaw. When you inhaled, Chazz's cologne drifted over your senses, engraving itself into your memory.

Chazz snickered at your pleased face, deftly reaching out to button the coat up as you buried yourself further in it. Before he could pull away, you wrapped your arm around his, pressing yourself up against his side. You both began walking again.

"I didn't think you'd be this warm, Chazz."

"Y'know, hot-blooded. I'm just that incredible."

You laughed again. It wasn't much longer before you reached the Slifer Red cafeteria; Chazz pulled his arm from your grasp so he could hold the door open for you, and you caught him making a face at the dinner selection.

There were only a handful of people in the room; students of all colors, and the few lunch ladies that were being paid overtime to feed the kids. Chazz motioned you off to a table and went up to the counter on his own.

You settled in one of the rickety chairs, fiddling with the hem of Chazz's coat, occasionally burying your face in the tall collar and taking another deep breath. His cologne is tangy, and brings citrus to mind; you almost wish you could be enveloped even further in it.

When Chazz glances around the room to find where you'd sat, he can't help the heat rushing to his face at the sight of you in his clothing. He tries his best to stamp down his grin as he brings two trays over to the table.

"They said it's creamed beef, but. . ." his voice trails off as he sets a tray down in front of you and takes his own seat. Whatever's in your dish is certainly. . . interesting. Grimacing, you pile it onto your fork and take a brave bite. Chazz watches intently as you taste it- although his gaze wanders over you quite a bit- and eventually you smile grimly.

"It's edible, but we may wanna stop by the vending machines again." You shrug and take another bite. Chazz just glares into his bowl of gunk.

You eat quietly for awhile. The small, cramped mess hall is filled with the low murmurings of the other occupants; students who will be on campus until the next semester begins. Chazz's gaze flickers up from his dinner and over to you. He swallows nervously.

"So, you're not going home for the break?" He frowns at how his voice wavers.

You finish your bite and set your silverware down. "No- I'm happier here. You?"

He shakes his head. "My family's awful with the holidays. Ugh, my parents love to attend and throw these fake, uppity parties, and everyone drags me along; I have never been as uncomfortable as when they get me in a tux." He leans his chin in his hand, drumming his fork against the table with his other hand.

You snicker. "You have the figure for a tux, though!"

"Of course I do, have you seen the men in my family?" Chazz smirks. "This school's lucky it has uniforms, because if I could wear my regular clothes, I'd have women throwing themselves at me." Not that I want anyone else; he shakes the abrupt thought from his mind as his face heats up again.

Having finished your excuse of a meal, the two of you clean up quickly and delve back out into the cold, making your way across campus and to the vending machines like you'd suggested. The walk is a quiet one; Chazz keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his vision as you stride along next to him.

The frosted grass crunches underfoot; Chazz's coat is so big on you, the hem trails the ground, leaving a path behind you. At one point, his hand brushes against yours- you assume it was an accident, but he blushes and mumbles an apology anyways as he looks away.

You let out a sigh as you both step into the vending pavillion. It's shielded from the wind, and the machines are warm.

"So, waddaya want?" Chazz digs into his jean pockets for his wallet and steps up to his favorite machine. You watch him slide in the change and press the button for taiyaki; noting your gaze, he smiles and buys a second one, pulling them both from the drawer and handing one out to you.

"Thanks," you mutter around a hot bite of the pastry; he just grunts back at you, exhaling as his own food scalds his tongue.

In turn, you pay for a few of those good burgers, piling the boxes on one of the metal tables as you and Chazz both dig in. This is much better than whatever the cafeteria had called food.

"What does your family do for Christmas?" Your voice shatters the comfortable silence. Chazz looks up from among the foil and cardboard, chewing thoughtfully as he watches you.

"Well," he starts quietly, "my family may be kinda shitty, but they sure know how to celebrate." He takes another contemplative bite. "My mom used to make cookies. She'd always do it herself instead of handing it off to any hired help- that's what made 'em special. And when we were really little, my dad would read Christmas stories to us."

Chazz looked up from his food and off into the distance. His sharp face softened in the dying light. "My brothers and I would spend half the year making something for our parents; since they could buy anything, we wanted to give them something they'd never seen before. And we'd always decorate the tree together- we each got a new ornament every year." He suddenly bit into his burger again, chewing aggressively. "We haven't spent a Christmas together in years."

"Sorry, I-"

"Hey, what about your family?" He interrupts your attempted apology. You shrug.

"My family's tradition was always opening one gift on Christmas Eve." You smiled at the memory. "My extended family- us, aunts, uncles, cousins- would all take turns hosting a big dinner a few days beforehand, too. It's always been really nice; everyone brings unique foods, and gifts turned into such a mess-" Your smile falters a bit, though, and you nervously begin folding some spare foil. "But things have been tense for the last few years, even outside of my immediate family."

You delve back into your mountain of a meal, and the pair of you have polished off the pile of food in just a few more minutes. A quick clean up and you're back off in the direction of the dorms.

At your side, Chazz lets out a huff and rubs his arms; even in his thick shirt, he felt the cold eventually. He cupped his hands around his mouth and breathed on them, trying to get some heat back into his tingling fingers; when he went to shove his hands in his pockets, you didn't let yourself stop to think. You grabbed his one hand and intertwined your fingers before shoving your clasped hands into the pocket of his borrowed coat. Chazz looked at you, wide-eyed and red-faced, but you kept your gaze fixed straight ahead and kept marching. He squeezed your hand tightly.

It was quiet until you reached the point where your paths split. You slowly pulled your hands from your pockets, and Chazz had to catch himself before he whined at the loss of your hand in his. You shrugged his coat off and handed it to him with a smile.

"Thanks, Chazz! I'll see you later!" With that, you took off at a jog, trying to get to the girl's dorm before your blood iced over in your veins.

Chazz stood there alone in the dark.

☆☆☆

At the loss of another digital dueling round, your weary eyes wandered to the corner of the screen.

December 24th, 7 p.m.

You sighed heavily before looking out your dorm room window, although the sight of the snow didn't quite register; you hadn't heard from your family, but that wasn't much of a surprise. This was going to be your first Christmas alone.

You stood and stretched- you'd been playing your video games all day, so your body was getting tense from not moving much.

Someone knocked on your door. You paused in your quick exercises and moved to answer, briefly wondering who'd be here now.

"[Name]! A bit early, but merry Christmas!" Jaden grinned at you, practically bouncing on his toes, snow dusted over his shoulders and hair.

You smile back, although it's tinged in confusion. "Merry Christmas, Jaden! Um, how did you get into the girls dorm-"

"We don't have the time for that, [Name]; I was supposed to get you half an hour ago." Jaden grabs you by the hand and starts tugging you down the hallway, barely giving you time to shut and lock your door. "Hey, don't ask any questions, okay? You'll see in a moment."

Jaden has always been sweet despite his oddities, so you just let him propel you into the snowy night. The two of you break into a run across the freezing campus, Jaden leading you past the other dorms, the cafeterias, and all the way to one of the main lecture halls. He pulls you around to the side entrance of the building; when he raps on the cold steel side door, it swings open, and Syrus peeks out.

"It's about time, Jaden!" The smaller boy pouts as Jaden shoves you inside.

"Hey man, at least she's here now-"

"Syrus, Jay won't tell me anyth-"

"Come on, before Chazz throws a fit!"

Syrus grabs you by the other hand, and both boys lead you past all of the empty classrooms and offices. Before you know it, you've been hauled into an elevator, on your way to the top floor.

☆☆☆

Chazz lets out a shakey breath, running his hand down his face and looking around the room. Atticus stands proudly next to him.

Chazz nervously eyes the room. ". . . you're sure it's okay?" His voice is raspy and unsteady.

Atticus nods enthusiastically and pats Chazz on the shoulder. "She'll totally be happy! Don't worry, as long as you follow my advice, you'll win her hea-"

"Shut your mouth!" Chazz leans out of Atticus' reach, flailing and trying to hide his growing blush. "I'm just- just tryna cheer her up! There's nothing more to it!"

Alexis sighed as her brother continued teasing Chazz. She fluttered around the food table, rearranging the decorative plates. Across from her, Miss Dorothy was placing a new batch of cookies down; the older woman glanced at the bickering boys and smiled. Alexis caught her gaze and smiled back.

"Chazz is so obvious," she giggled.

"It's so cute," Dorothy nodded, "and I'm rooting for him." She watched Chazz fondly as he floundered.

At the sound of footsteps in the hallway, Chazz froze; his breath quickened, his heart slamming against his ribcage as the door slammed open.

Jaden shoved you into the room, laughing and grinning. "I got 'er, Chazz!" Syrus stumbled into the room after you, panting.

It was almost too much to comprehend at once; the room was typically a staff room, but had clearly been commandeered. A plastic Christmas tree had been set up in front of the large glass windows and decorated hastily; Alexis and Miss Dorothy stood in front of an adorable display of snacks, waving and smiling at you like they knew something you didn't; Atticus, with his arm tightly around Chazz's shoulders, waved at you as Jaden and Syrus rushed past to pester Zane, seated on the couch. Faint music echoed through the decorated room.

Chazz was pushed forward, stumbling to a stop in front of you, his face red even in the dim, atmospheric light. Suddenly and conveniently, all your friends have turned away and begun chattering, clinking plates and glasses, making as much noise as possible.

Chazz shoves his hands in his pockets and hesitantly looks at you. "Uh, merry Christmas, [Name]. You seemed kinda sad the other day, so I-" his voice faltered. When he finally met your eyes, he was mildly alarmed to see them brimming with tears despite your smile.

"You're the sweetest man I've ever met, Chazz." You wipe at your eyes and take a quick step forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist; Chazz stiffens under your touch, his calloused hands hovering over your smaller form as if he was afraid he'd break you.

Over your shoulder, your friends are waving frantically, making all sorts of faces, trying their damndest to get Chazz to respond in kind to you. Eventually Chazz's large, warm hands land on your back, and he pulls you up against his chest, burying his face in your neck. His breath is warm across your skin and you have to fight to suppress your shudder.

Eventually Chazz practically rockets out of your grip, his face almost glowing, it's such a bright red. Your friends- who had definitely stopped to stare- aggressively turned back to their distractions, giving Chazz more time with you. He awkwardly motions to the tree.

Perched among the plastic bristles is an envelope. Your name is scribbled across it in Chazz's sharp handwriting; he won't meet your eyes when you look back at him, so all you can do is pluck the envelope from the tree and open it carefully.

Inside sits a pair of tickets, laying on top of a printed sheet of paper. You glance back up at Chazz again. He shuffles awkwardly.

"I know it's kinda presumptuous, but I reserved some seats for us for dinner and a show over summer break." He shrugs. "I hope you'll still wanna-"

"Chazz," you break in, "of course I'll still want to see you over the summer! God, this is," you glance around the room again, your smile brightening even further. "This is so sweet of you. I really appreciate it. I wish I'd known, so I could do something for you too-"

Chazz shakes his head at you, his hand cautiously straying out to grab yours, intertwining your fingers and playing with them absently. "I like being able to do things like this for," his voice drops to a whisper and he steps so much closer, "someone so important to me."

He leans down slowly, eyes searching your face; you hold his gaze, stretching up on your toes to get closer.

Maybe it's the fact that you're not alone together, maybe it's his insecurities, but at the last moment he just wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for another hug.

You just bury your face in his chest, listening to his heartbeat as the snow falls outside.

[thedarksideofriverdale]

So the story plot can be something along the lines of your Reggie's sitter and your not to fond of Kurtz but you end up getting trapped in a room with him and things get really steamy.

Wow, I haven’t written smut since I was 13 so let’s see how this goes. Always willing to trying things once lol. Also, since Y/N is Reggie’s sitter, I’m going to be making her to be in her 20s as well as with Kurtz.

SMUT ALERT

The vibrations of the plastic seat on the subway made you acutely aware of the fact that you were very much leaving the suburbia that was the town of Riverdale to a slightly richer, more New York kind of town. All of this to babysit a highschooler. It was summer break, and Reggie Mantle’s parents went to their summer home for some de-stressing. Little did they know that Reggie’s plane ticket to South Korea was for the wrong month, and his plans to see his grandmother were now delayed. It didn’t bother you to hop off to a new town to babysit someone; you were a freelance writer, so you weren’t expected anywhere. But, you dreaded to deal with a sixteen year-old short fuse, forced to live with his parents for a month longer than intended.

The train doors opened, and the flux of people in and out began. You watched in wonder, rapid movement of people being a new sight for you. Rolling up the your sweater sleeves, you check your watch. 8 AM, another ten minutes until your stop. When the train stopped, you were the only person to step off, onlookers gazing at you, wondering if you were one of the rich ones. You shrug it off and exit the platform. Letting the GPS guide you, you came upon the large apartment complex. The lobbyist buzzed you in, and you made your way to the penthouse. When the elevator doors dinged to open, you exited to find yourself face-to-face with Reggie. “Wow Reggie. Your parents get richer?”

Reggie rolled his eyes and replied, “Not rich enough to get me a new plane ticket. Instead, I’m stuck here with you.” He crossed his arms and pouted.

“Oh, no offense taken. I love babysitting you.” You smirked and headed over to the couch to set your bag down. “Your parents already leave?”

“Yeah. They left about five minutes before you arrived, so not too long.”

“Alright, well, you’re 17. Go do what you want; just don’t leave the place.” 

“Ugh fine. I’ll be in my room.”

“I’ll make lunch around 12!” 

You sat down on the couch and took out your laptop. Maybe a new town will get the creative juices flowing… at least that’s what you’d like to think. Before you could think, however, the buzzer alerted you of a visitor. The lobbyist’s voice came through, saying, “Hello miss. There is a visitor for the young Mr. Mantle. A man by the name of Kurtz. Shall I send him up?”

Kurtz? Riverdale gargoyle junkie Kurtz? “Um…” What the hell is Reggie doing with him? “Give me a moment. Let me go ask Reggie.” You ran down the hallway and knocked on a door with various stickers, indicating a teen lived there. “Reggie, there’s a guy named Kurtz here to see you.” The door cracked open a little. “Would you like to explain yourself?”

Reggie sighed and said, “Just send him up. I’ll explain later.” You looked at him skeptically, but conceded. Tapping your foot against the marble floor, you waited anxiously for the man to come up. The ding put it more on edge as a mop of ash brown hair and dark under eye circles came into full view. 

“Whatever you have going on with Reggie, finish it quickly. He’s not allowed strange visitors,” you stated. Kurtz said nothing and brushed passed you, walking to Reggie’s room. Reggie stepped out and greeted, “Hey man, how’s it goin’?”

“Cut the small talk, Mantle. You know why I’m here,” Kurtz snapped. He brought his backpack to the front of him and pulled out a red box. “Latest shipment. I’m charging you extra for transportation.”

“Oh man, you’re the best. The guys tonight will love this.”

“Tonight?” you questioned, looking at Reggie with stern eyes. “What’s tonight? Because I thought you would be here, watching a movie with me, as your parents requested.”

“Don’t be such a killjoy, Y/N. I promise I won’t get into trouble.” Kurtz smirked at Reggie’s response, which made you angrier. 

“Absolutely not. Kurtz, you may leave.”

“Not until I get my cash.” Kurtz folded his arms across his chest. “Where is it?”

Reggie flitted his eyes back and forth for a little and then said, “My wallet’s in the guest room. Hid it from the cleaning staff. Come on.” Reggie started walking down the hallway to his left while Kurtz followed. You, not wanting them out of your sight, decided to go with them as well. When you reached the room, Kurtz was leaning against the doorframe. Reggie was opening up drawers all of the place, and Kurtz was getting exasperated. “Dude, I don’t know where my wallet went. I swear, if I lost it. Lemme just get cash from my parents’ room. Hold on.” Reggie exited the room, moving past you. You walked into the room with Kurtz, looking around at the pale blue walls and soft curtains. 

“How do you know the kid?” you asked, sitting down on the bed. “Didn’t think you associated yourself with the rich folk, considering all the shit that went down between you and the Lodge family a couple of years back.”

“Yeah well, the big apple was a different ballpark. I moved to Riverdale for that reason. I go where business suits me,” Kurtz replied, leaning against the bed frame.

“You mean drugs? I know about the fizzle rocks you’ve been selling. Stop corrupting the kid; it’s bad enough he’s got absentee parents.”

“Forgive me for not feeling bad for a rich kid’s plight. I’m gonna go see where the little twerp went.” Before he could reach the door, it slammed shut. You looked at it in surprise and widened your eyes further when Kurtz couldn’t open the door. “It’s locked! I swear to fucking god, I’m gonna murder that kid!”

You went to the door and said calmly, “Reggie, let us out. You’re not gonna gain anything out of this.”

A loud voice from behind the door said, “I just wanna chill with my boys. I’ll be back before midnight. There’s a mini fridge in there and an attached bathroom. Bye!”

You turned away from the door and let out an “ugh” before sitting down on the bed. Kurtz kicked the door in anger and sat down on the floor. “What the hell are we supposed to do for more than twelve hours?! I’ve got places to be-”

“Drugs to sell.”

“Shut up. Don’t act uppity with me. I’m not one of the kids you babysit, alright?”

// 4 hours later

“My phone’s running out of charge,” you stated, exasperated.

“Sounds like a you problem,” Kurtz deadpanned. You glared at him from your laying position on the bed. Turning slightly, you set your phone down on the nightstand and look up at the ceiling. A few minutes later, Kurtz said, “I’m bored,” which made you roll your eyes. 

“Don’t you have a phone?” you asked with a dead voice.

“A burner phone. Not a smartphone like you rich idiots.”

You sat up from the bed and glared at him once more. “Stop being so bitter. Just because we don’t have to sell drugs on the street doesn’t mean we haven’t faced tough shit in life. Stop projecting your anger on people when it’s for capitalism. You’re such a dumbass.”

Kurtz furrowed his brows in anger. “Like I’d listen to you. Graduated highschool with the dream of being a hotshot author in two years and look at what you’re doing now? Babysitting highschoolers. Really, who’s the dumbass? A person with an actual business or a person too busy chasing clouds to have money.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You stood up, seething. Kurtz looked up at you and smirked. He was relishing in the fact that you were riled up.

“Make me.”

“Ugh!” You grabbed him and yanked him up from the floor. Knocking him backwards against the dresser, you wanted to beat the living daylights out of him. But, he was much stronger than you and pushed you towards the bed. You fell down hard on the mattress, and Kurtz pinned you underneath him. 

Leaning down next to you ear, Kurtz whispered, “Guess you failed at shutting me up.” Before you could reply, he pushed his lips against yours. You struggled against it, opening your mouth slightly, which allowed him to push his tongue through. And… you didn’t stop him. You couldn’t deny the fact that the man was beautiful under the whole rugged appearance, and you had a massive crush on him back in highschool. Years apart never took away the attraction you had for him.

Kurtz stopped the kiss, panting heavily above you. His face was flushed, and the cockiness from before disappeared. “Sorry,” he said quietly, beginning to move away. But, you stopped him by grabbed his arms. “Don’t be,” you said as softly. He looked at you for a moment, and you smirked. “Let’s say we kill the time a little.” In response, his eyes got darker as he leaned in to capture your lips once more. This time, you wrapped your legs around his hip, pushing him closer to your body. You let go of his arms to run your hands through his hair as kept pushing you into the mattress with the ferocity of his kiss. He stopped for a moment to take off his oversized jacket, his thin shirt leaving nothing up to the imagination.

His hands began to go down to your chest, kneading your breasts. You needed more skin contact, so you started tugging on his shirt. He let go of your lips once more to tug the shirt off, his muscles in full view. But, he didn’t go back to kissing you. “Not fair. I can’t be the only one undressing,” he said with a smirk. 

You sat up a fraction and tugged your sweater over your head. Before he could say anything, you unclasped your bra and threw it off to the side. In response, Kurtz pushed you back down on the bed, and his mouth latched on to your left breast. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, and you grabbed his head to pull him back in for a kiss. 

Still kissing you, Kurtz unbuttoned your jeans and reached in to rub you through your underwear. You moaned at the feeling and commands, “Take them off.” Kurtz pulled down your pants and chucked them aside, leaving you only in your black lace underwear.  The two of you kept grinding against each other, but the friction of his jeans and your skin was uncomfortable so you unbuttoned his dark jeans. He got the cue and took off his pants completely. His erection was visible through his boxers, and you looked at him hungrily. With one swift movement, you removed your underwear. Kurtz smirked at you and followed suit, stepping out of his boxers. “I want you,” you said quietly.

“I know you do.” Kurtz crawled on top of you again, trailing his kisses from your forehead to your breasts and down to your inner thigh. He came back to kiss you. You broke the kiss, asking him whether he had condoms. He chuckled and clambered off the bed to take a condom out of his jacket pocket. He slipped it on and came back to the bed. “You a virgin?”

You laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me? It was public knowledge that me and my prom date had the worst first times ever.” Kurtz chuckled softly. “I’ll be fine. I need you… in me. Now.”

Slowly, Kurtz slid inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut at the pinch, but you breathed out, “Keep going.” He slid in further until he was fully inside you. Grabbing the headframe, Kurtz began moving slowly. It was agonizingly slow for you so you ordered him to go faster. He smirked and let go of the headboard to kiss you. Still kissing you, he began to move faster, the bedpost hitting the wall repeatedly. You moaned against the kiss, your hands traveling him his back, leaving small scratches in their wake. 

You two were rocking back and forth, waiting for that peak. “How close are you?” you breathed.

“Close. You?” You nodded, and Kurtz’s movements got faster and harder. Your breaths were getting uneven; you were about reach your climax. “Kurtz, I’m gonna cum.” And if it was even possible, he moved even faster than before. You came short moments after that, dark spots filtering your vision. Kurtz was still pumping himself in you, trying to reach his peak. It took a few seconds, and a look of pure bliss came upon his face. He took himself out of you and laid down beside you, stripping off the used condom into the bin next to the bed. 

“Well, fuck,” he said quietly.

“We just did that,” you said, staring off into space. 

“What time is it?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his brow.

“A little past two.”

The two of you breathed loudly for awhile, trying to get your breaths even again. Once they did, you looked at Kurtz who had his eyes shut for a brief minute. He then looked at you, seeming as if he had a strange thought. He smirked and asked, “Wanna go for round two?”

//

The buzzer woke you up. You blinked your eyes open and sighed softly. But then you remembered what woke you up. “Oh no.” You shoved Kurtz softly and he muttered a ‘what?’ before rolling to the other side. “Someone’s here!” you screamed. Kurtz, full awake now, got up from the bed. He began slipping his boxers and shirt on. Fully dressed, you chuck his pants at him and said, “Put your pants back on!” Before he could get his pants buttoned, the door unlocked to reveal Reggie.

“Hey guys, I’m back early and- what the fuck?” Reggie stared at Kurtz’s unbuttoned pants. Then, he looked at you. “What happened here?” he asked, peering around them to look at the messed up sheets. “You guys seriously had sex in here. Oh my god.” Reggie turned away from them, and Kurtz buttoned up his jeans. Reggie cleared his throat and faced them again. “Fix up the sheets and remove unwanted things,” he said, looking at the condom on the rim of the trash bin. “We never speak of this.”

Oh lord I hope that smut was good enough. I’m rusty as hell.

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Gateway Drug | Part Eight

Part Seven

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A year and a half flew by like the speed of light, and things were starting to come together for every one of us. 

I put school on hold, which Nikki didn't like because he felt it was his fault, even though he was aware I would've put school on hold anyway for Tommy. I didn't even have to tell my parents I was dating Nikki because as soon as mom found withdraw forms from Julliard in the mail, she called me dishonest, accused me of disobeying my parents, and threw me out as soon as I let her know I found somewhere else to stay. I figured she would find out about us eventually, anyway, so there was no reason for me to go out of my way to tell her why I was putting school off. After that happened, I left my house and was living with Nikki once everyone saved up enough money to move out of the crappy apartment. To Vince and Tommy we were just room mates. We knew Mick didn't fall for it because, like Tansy, he also just knew things but he never mentioned a word of it Tommy or Vince, or even confirmed to either me or Nikki that he knew what was really going on. He minded his business, like he always did.

Tansy and her mom had moved out to New York the summer after we graduated because she had been approached for a contract with some modeling agency out there and they were paying for a nice apartment for them to stay in. I was proud of her because she had always wanted to model, however, I was skeptical. She was 5'3" and back then, you had no chance of hitting a runway if you were too short. So Editorials were her only option, but I knew she would be just as happy posing in Vogue as she would be walking down a catwalk.

So with the new album, Tansy modeling, everyone moving out of the hell-hole apartment and Nikki and I managing to make it over a year tolerating each other in a relationship, everything was falling in to place. And it was only getting better.

"'Jesus is Satan?' I raise a brow as I ask, seeing Nikki and Vince smiling and laughing while explaining why one of their sound engineers fled their recording session.

"It's only backtracking, it's not like we're throwing it out there. You gotta look for it." Vince explains.

"Aren't you two just every church girl's dream?" I ask sarcastically.

"Maybe you should start cleansing my soul before I come inside the apartment. It might help exorcise whatever demon you're convinced has possessed me." He says it genuinely, but I know he's full of it from the smirk he gives me. I'm tempted to threaten to close my legs anytime he wants any, but Vince is here and he'd tell Tommy if he knew about us, so I save the threat for later, narrowing my eyes at Nikki.

"Ohh, if looks could kill you'd be a dead man." Vince hits Nikki's arm as Nikki takes a swig of his Jack.

"Whatever, I'm taking a nap." I tell them, stepping to the guest bedroom which is supposed to be my room.

"You just woke up a couple hours ago," Nikki argues.

"I don't feel good." I reply, honestly, the budding feeling of nausea resting in the pit of my stomach.

Vince leans over to Nikki, whispering something in to his ear and Nikki shakes his head, grinning.

"No, not for another week." He says to Vince, the two smiling innocently at me and I ignore them and shut the door of the bedroom, crawling in to the bed.

After a few minutes of laying on my stomach, the nausea subsides and I'm able to go back to sleep for an hour and a half before the door of the bedroom door creaks open. I already know it's Nikki coming to harass me, and the feeling of his lips touching the bare skin between my shoulder blades that's been left exposed by the tank top I'm in, just confirms it.

Another kiss is pressed to the back of my shoulder, then to my cheek and I turn over to face him, enjoying the feeling of him over me.

"I gotta go to the studio." He tells me. "I'll see you later."

"Alright." I nod, sighing as he leans down to press his lips to mine for a second, before going to leave. It's not enough for me, though, and I'm scrambling to the foot of the bed to catch his wrist in my hand and pull him back to me, reminding him some two second peck on the lips is basically an insult to me, and usually is an insult to him unless it's to avoid being late to get on stage or going to the studio.

He chuckles at my desperate effort and pulls himself closer to me by my hips as our lips, tongues and teeth meet. Before I can reach for his belt buckle, he's groaning a little and putting his hands on my arms to push me away a slightly.

"I gotta go, Viv." He breathes out with a wide smile, brushing a few strands of red hair from my face. "We can fool around when I get back." He assures me.

"You'll be wasted when you get back." I argue.

"I won't drink that much." He presses a last kiss to my cheek, patting my hip before he leaves.

One of the many things to know about Motley Crue: "we won't drink that much" = "we'll try not to drink that much...but we will drink that much, and then some, and not remember any of it". Same rule applies to drugs and sex.

He gets back twelve hours later at four in the morning, swinging the front door open and stumbling back in to it with his hand still gripping the door knob to keep him from face planting. I look up from my bible to see him do this, and set it aside to go help him.

"Hey, Viv," He greets me with a slur and I give a sympathetic smile. "I think I drank that much."

"I kind of knew you would." I reply, helping him keep his balance as he steps to our bedroom. He plops down on the edge of the bed, tugging his boots off, nearly falling off the bed as he throws them across the room.

"C'mere." He says to me while I'm standing against the door frame with my arms crossed, watching him.

I do as he says, his hands grabbing at me at pulling me to straddle him.

"You smell like a bar," I tell him, laughing as he nips and licks at my neck.

"You smell good." He replies dopily and I rest on of my hands at the back of is neck, my fingers lacing through his hair.

"It's called a shower," I say. "You should try one some time."

"Fuck you." He falls back on the bed, his arms splayed out beside his head as he closes his eyes. "You know somethin'?" He asks me and I lean forward, my body against his as I rest my elbows on his chest.

"What?"

"I wanna fuckin' tell people we're together." His words surprise me a little.

"If we do that, Tommy will find out. And he will kill you."

"If he wants to kick my ass for fuckin' his hot friend, then fine, because I'm tired of lying and telling them we're 'room mates'." He explains sloppily. "Room mates don't sleep in the same bed naked and suck each others dicks in the shower."

My brows furrow at "dicks" and even drunk, he realizes his error.

"That's not right." He complains, rubbing his tired eyes.

"I don't have a penis, Nikki." I remind him and he gawks.

"I hope not cause I've been seein' pussy anytime I look down there." He says, looking directly at me with wide eyes and I have to try my hardest not to start cackling.

"You need to go to sleep." I move off of him, gently tugging at his hand to get him to move to his side of the bed.

"I got it." He waves me off, dragging himself to his spot, not bothering with the covers before laying down.

He's asleep within a couple minutes and I exhale, getting on my side of the bed before cutting the lamp on my bedside table out and going to sleep.

The next few days are spent scrambling to put together decent Christmas plans, which include picking Tansy up from the airport after she calls and gives us a heads up she's coming to visit.

"What do you mean you won't have time, Vince?" I snap, smearing icing on a cake. "You've had since January of this year to save December 23!"

"Beth doesn't wanna come." He finally says after minutes of going back and forth over the phone about why he can't come to dinner tonight.

"Then leave Beth at home! We all agreed last year to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas together every year."

"If Beth doesn't want to come, I can't come." He explains as Nikki and Mick come in with the beer and more Vodka and Jack.

"Well, no one told you to marry the uppity bitch, Vince." I state rudely, Nikki raising his brows at my language.

"Look, I love you, but I can't make it. I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you." He sighs out and I stay silent for a second.

"Did I mention it's also my birthday today? Are you really gonna ditch me, you're favorite red head, on my birthday?" I ask him, in a tone that hopefully sends him on a guilt trip. He doesn't answer me for a good two minutes before groaning.

"You are fuckin’ killing me, Viv." He tells me and I smile, knowing I'm getting my way. "Fine. I'll be there."

"Thank you, Vince." I say before he hangs up. "He is way too easy." Just as I finish saying it, Nikki's digging his finger into the tub of icing and smearing it down my face.

"Nikki!" I scold loudly, grabbing a paper towel to wipe it off my face but before I can, his tongue sweeps across my cheek and I scrunch my face up, not able to hold back the laughter in my throat as he licks the mess off my face, finally giving me a paper towel when he's done. "Beth wasn't gonna let Vince come tonight."

"Oh, no. How awful." Mick pipes sarcastically.

"First of all, it's my birthday. Second of all, it's tradition." I point out o him.

"Not really. We only spent celebrated your birthday and Christmas in one night last year because we were too broke for two different occasions." Nikki says, opening a beer and I give him a look, causing him to pause, look at me, look at Mick, then back to me, and say: "That fucking bitch was about break our tradition."

"Smooth." Mick mumbles to him.

"I need someone here who actually cares about sentiment. Where's Tommy?" I ask, continuing to glop and spread icing on the cake I've just made.

"Tommy's getting Tansy." Nikki tells me. "Like you told him to do, then Tansy's gonna grab all the stuff you'll need to make dinner. It will be fine. Calm down."

"I'm calm." I argue in a not-so-calm tone.

"Yeah, I'm gonna get started on this so I can endure your bitching all day." He opens the bottle of Jack and takes a big gulp.

"Then you'll be drunk tonight and you can't be drunk tonight." I take the bottle out of his hand.

"Then I'll get stoned." He states, stepping to our bedroom. After a moment, he's coming back in to the kitchen, seeming to be pissed off. "Where the fuck is my--"

"I hid it." I say without hesitation, looking over my shoulder at his expression. "It's my birthday."

"I haven't spent one night sober since I can remember. You're not changing that all because it's your fucking birthday. Give me my stuff back, Saint Vivian."

"Mick, tell the Devil's Spawn to 'man up' because one night sober will not kill him."

"Mick doesn't get a say in it because you're still letting him drink!" Nikki exclaims, motioning to the silent man on the couch who's nursing from his vodka.

"Mick has special privileges because he's the most responsible one out of you four any other time of the year." I finally finish icing the cake, turning to face Nikki, who's staring at me.

"Mick's fuckin' stayin' outta this fight and every fight after it." Mick states, leaving no room for discussion.

"We're not fighting." I insist. "We're having a slight disagreement."

"Which will be resolved the second Mother Mary gives me back my freedom." Nikki says.

"Since when does alcohol and psychoactive drugs have anything to do with freedom?"

"Since I was able to do them freely until I started having to put up with you." He argues.

"Put up with me? You say that like you just tolerate me." I cross my arms.

"Anytime I do something you don't think is good enough for you, you give me this look like I just shot a puppy. I can't breathe the wrong way without you looking down on me."

"Probably because when you 'breathe the wrong way', you're actually breathing wrong, do to all the depressants and stimulants you load into your body simultaneously!" I outburst. "I don't look at you that way because I'm judging you, I look at you that way because I'm hoping you won't over do it and croak over, so forgive me for not wanting you snorting and drinking everything in sight tonight because I would like my boyfriend to not risk dying on my birthday but apparently that's too much to ask for, so go for it!"

I'm expecting him to give me the look he's always given me when I try to tell him not to drink, pop pills or snort anything, but he doesn't. I guess it's because it's my birthday.

Before he can answer, someone's clearing their throat, and we snap our attention to the front door, seeing Tansy.

"Welcome to hell." Mick tells her, and she looks at me and Nikki hesitantly, as if she's thinking about turning back around and leaving. I'm sure she is until Tommy pops up behind her, arms full of groceries and a wide, excited smile on his face. Completely oblivious.

"Happy Birthday!" He pipes, walking in to set the bags on the counter and hug me tightly, picking me up. Nikki and I continue to glare at each other while I'm looking over Tommy's shoulder, and when he puts me back down, the two of us put on fake smile so he won't know we're fighting.

"Hey, babe, where do I need to put this?" A man that has to be at least 30 years old is walking in to our apartment, talking to Tansy while holding a Tupperware container.

"What is it?" I ask him, thinking it's food, taking the container.

"Oh, Smack." He says casually and I'm dropping the container in a matter of milliseconds, taking a step back and looking at Nikki with raised brows.

"Vivian!" Tansy complains, picking the container up, going to put it in the fridge but I block her way. "Oh, so, what? All the things these idiots pump themselves full of, you draw the line at heroin?" She asks me.

"I am the line." I inform her. "I am not keeping some stranger's drugs in my fridge."

"It's not some random stranger, it's Sparkie." She explains to me as if that makes me and the man best friends. "My boyfriend." She continues.

"I figured that." I reply.

"Why do they call you Sparkie?" Nikki asks him, skeptically.

Sparkie was an absolute idiot. Think of what strung out, worn down, one shoot up away from being dragged to hell, looks like. He looked like a walking corpse with a peculiar hue of blue to his skin and had sleeves of tattoos to try to mask his track marks, to no avail. A few of his back teeth had rotted out and it was evident anytime he opened his mouth to speak. His bleached blonde hair had grown out to his chest and his pitch black roots were greasy due to lack of bathing. He had frown lines, crows feet, smile lines and greyed facial hair along his jaw. Tansy claimed they had met on the set of one of her photoshoots and he was the photographer's assistant and said that he told her he fell madly in love after laying eyes on her for the first time. Well, Tansy was gorgeous, but she was also naked and posing for Playboy at the photoshoot where they met, so he might've confused wanting to have sex with her with wanting to date her. I prayed he'd only be temporary, but he managed to hang around for five more years until the two of them broke up during the "Girls" tour. I was stunned when she went from dating someone like Sparkie, to dating someone like Axl Rose.

"Freebasing accident. Ether's easy to catch on fire, man." He tells him with a chuckle and I feel multiple brain cells die.

"Fuckin' awesome, right, dude?" Tommy asks as he hits Nikki's shoulder and Nikki looks at me with a smug expression, knowing it's killing me to keep my mouth shut.

"We have room in the fridge, right, Viv?" Nikki asks me innocently and I roll my jaw, looking at Tansy's perfect smile, as if she's silently begging us to like her boyfriend.

"Absolutely." I say, taking the container from Tansy and putting it in the fridge before me and her start cooking dinner.

By the time Seven o'clock is rolling around, dinner's done and Vince is waltzing through the front door.

"Hey, Viv," He comes up behind me in the kitchen while I'm washing my hands, kissing my cheek as he puts a present on the counter.

"Hey," I greet him, seeing Beth occupied with talking to Tansy.

"Who's...?" He nods in Sparkie's direction and I turn the sink off and get in his ear.

"Tansy's boyfriend, Sparkie. His White China is in my fridge and he got his name after a freebasing accident." I educate him and he raises his brows, an amused smile pulling at his lips.

"Tansy's dating him?" He whispers and I nod.

"Jesus," He mumbles, watching as she comes over to us to hug him.

"Vince!" She greets him eagerly, throwing her arms around him and he pulls her to him tightly, catching an evil look from his wife.

"Hey, Tans," He says when she pulls away.

"C'mon and meet my boyfriend." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the living room.

"Um, hey, Devil-Spawn, I need your help for a second." I tell Nikki and he looks up from his conversation with Sparkie and rolls his eyes, stepping to the kitchen.

"What?" He asks me and I drag him to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it.

"Tansy's dating a loser." I voice out immediately and he gives me a look.

”I thought you wanted a quickie. Had I known you were just gonna bit--"

"He's a moron. 'Ether's flammable'? 'Put my smack in the fridge'?" I mock his voice.

"He didn't say the last one."

"Tansy is too naïve for someone like him." I ignore him. "She doesn't know what she's getting herself in to being with someone like that."

"I'm someone like that." Nikki reminds me and I scoff.

"Um, you don't carry a Tupperware of Smack with you, you're not burning yourself in ether explosions, you're not taking advantage of a beautiful blonde girl who just wants to make everybody happy..." I list a few things Sparkie's doing. "Look, I'm not worried about me doing anything because I have the will power of God when it comes to drugs and alcohol but Tansy will do the most ridiculous, disgusting, debasing things to make someone happy. Trust me, she's told me some of the things she felt like she had to do in order to keep some of her past boyfriends and I'm scared he's gonna get her hooked on some of his mess because he'll figure out if he asks her to do anything, she'll do it." I explain to him and he sighs.

"Maybe she's not as naïve as you think she is. I mean, it's been over a year since you last saw each other, so it's possible she's changed and knows exactly what she's doing." He tries to reassure me.

"I'd rather her be oblivious and naïve to the severity of the situation than knowingly be waltzing in to her own self-destruction." I state blankly.

"I wonder who all's gonna be saying that about you when they find out you're with me." Nikki says pointedly and I open my mouth to speak, but close it again.

"You're right. She's a big girl who can take care of herself and I'm being judgmental of Sparkie." I admit.

"You're admitting you're wrong?" He asks me in pretend shock, leaning closer to me, putting the palm of his hand flat on the door beside my head and I cross my arms and avoid looking at him.

"I guess." I mumble, not liking the fact I have to admit I'm wrong and he knows it, basking in the glory.

"Viv?" He asks and I look at the bathroom floor, still not acknowledging him. "Hey," He grabs my jaw gently, forcing me to look at his darkly lined eyes. "You have such a big heart, you worm your way in to other people's lives to try to get them to not make decisions that you wouldn't make, to protect them. But just because you wouldn't choose to do something, doesn't mean it's a wrong choice for someone else."

"Snorting coke and throwing back shots until you can't stand up, isn't a good choice for anyone." I already know what he's getting at and he sighs, stomping his foot.

"If I hear one more 'dude' from Sparkie without some kind of buffer in my system, I'm gonna knock his head into the fuckin' counter, Viv." He states, pointing his finger in the direction of the living room.

"You're doing great." I tell him, taking the hand he's pointing his finger with and hold it in both of my hands. "We only have to deal with him for a few more minutes and then everyone will be gone, and we'll have the place to ourselves," I say, taking one of the chains of his few necklaces around his neck and running it threw my fingers, pulling him to me. "And I'll let you do whatever you want."

His expression darkens at my promise, his lips pulling upward in to a crooked smile as his hands move to my hips and he guides me to the sink, picking me up and putting me on the edge of it,

He's putting himself between my open legs, his finger tips gripping at the flesh of my thigh as his other hand is hiking my maroon dress up, his tongue dancing with mine. I push the thin straps of my dress of my shoulders and his lips leave mine when he yanks the top of my dress down to expose my breasts. Just as his teeth are biting a trail down my skin, the door swings open, causing me and Nikki to scramble to get ourselves off of each other, but it's too late.

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(grabs the speaker hanging above) Attention everyone! This your conductor/reviewer speaking, for today’s review, we’ll be goin’ for a ride from Point A to Point B and as we journey in this state of the art revolutionary industrialistic mechanism, we’ll be seeing some oh so interesting sights along the way such as an adorable shipping moment, a view from our own Milky Way galaxy and a new superhero in combat! So please fasten your seatbelts, sit back, relax and do enjoy the ride, All aboard! (pulls the trains caboose and it sounds):

*Startrain-Ms.Bustiers class is taking a field trip to London, WHOA! London!? Damn! Wish my field trips were fun! They’re taking the Startrain! (not the villain) You know, that fancy modern looking bullet train that goes from the city of love to the Queen in seconds from “Bakerix”!? Yeah, that Startrain! Foreshadowing! Unfortunately, poor Marinette can’t go cuz if she does, Hawk Moth will have an advantage on akumatizing someone and they’ll be no Ladybug there to purify the akuma. On occasion, this is one of those eps where she acts responsible and not impulsive (depending on the writer), but Master Fu allows her to go cuz she needs a break! She works harder than anyone in Paris, France! She deserves a vacation! But! she’s still responsible, so Fu gives her the horse miraculous (power of teleportation) in case there’s any danger. Smart! As for Adrien, he sneaks off to his field trip cuz Gabe barely lets him go anywhere. Hey! Let the kid go eat a crumpet! Besides, it’s not the first time he’s run off to go do something against his fathers wishes. Nice guys can rebel! Elsewhere, Sabrina’s father, Lieutenant Roger, is bald-I mean! Running late on getting his daughter onboard cuz he’s too distracted by his code of honor on the force to focus which has the akuma go after him. Oh great! We’re gonna have Robocop again, okay, let’s see how this-wait what!? He calmed down? Oh cool. Sorry little akuma, run along! Nice try there Hawk Moth. Looks like Rogers hair isn’t the only thing receding over here! (Badum-tish🥁).

The class genius, Max Kanté, is excited cuz his mother, Dr.Claudie Kanté, is the conductor for the Startrain. Hey! Look at that! We’re expanding even more on Marinettes classmates and their families! Yea! We need to know more about these kids. As cool as it is to operate a train, Dr.Kantés real dream is to be an astronaut! She had to put that aside to support her son, but now that he’s all grown up and is a genius who can pretty much take care of himself, she’s free to follow her true passion. All she needs to do now is just wait for her results in her e-mail if she passed her exam to go into space. So she waits.......and waits......and waits.......and waits.......and waits.......and-Hey! Let’s see what’s goin’ in the train!

The Startrains futuristically fun! Service droids roaming around asking the passengers for drinks and automatically handing it to them! Are these things real! I’d love for them to be real! Chloe was in First Class (why bother, it’s still a cool train?) while the other kids were just being kids playing video games, drawing, browsing on their iPhones, yawning!? Oops! That’s Marinette. She’s exhausted from her earlier crime fighting and is just taking a nap. Good-night girl! Alya asks Adrien to switch seats with her to be with her boyfriend, Nino (😉), and he says yes. Here’s the part where everyone goes, “Awwwww”. I’ve seen fan art of this particular moment, the moment that’s so precious and so soft, there’s a word for it. Sleep Cute! The ✨Adrienette Sleep Cute!✨It’s now canon! Awwwwwww. The girl squad and everyone else think it’s the cutest thing in the world and they just-(record scratch) Wait! What’s Lila doing there!? Hey! Lila! No! Bad Lila! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING! Alya! Thank God! Thank you girl! The leader of the squad saved the moment! Take that! Lila! The people may believe every word you say, but when it comes to the girl squads Adrienette ship, don’t.rock.the.boat!*snap**snap* Mmmhmm.

Wait! We’re not on a boat! We’re on a train! Lol! Forgot where I was for a moment there! Dr.Kanté grows impatient with her e-mail wait and thinks she probably failed her exam and that’s when the akuma comes (was it just fluttering around aimlessly?) in making her into Startrain. She’s a sci fi looking villainess who’s right arm is attached to the “dead mans switch” (or else it’s a dead stop) and makes the whole train, containing its passenger, her own rocket ship! Going all Magic Schhol Bus on them. 10.....9.....8.....7.....6.....5.....4.....3.....2.....1! BLAST OFF! 💥🚀💥And we have lift off! It’s a space case adventure and I had no idea how this was gonna go! Our heroes were in space with zero gravity! Where no one can hear them scream! Don! Don! Don!

Hmmmm, so another parent from Marinettes classmates has been akumatized and Ladybug and Cat Noir need extra help......I think we all know who that is. Ladies and gentleman, the holder of the horse miraculous, Max Kanté! A.k.a. Pegasus! (trumpets sound). Well, we all knew from “Party Crasher” anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . His Kwamie is a British accented uppity pony like being named Kaalki, the miraculous: a pair of glasses, the weapon: two horse shoes and it’s power:(we already know) teleportation by saying, “Voyage” that opens up a huge portal to wherever they want.

(grabs the speaker hanging above) Thank you for riding the Startrain, please unbuckle your seatbelts, take your belongings and exit in an orderly fashion as we come to our destination. We apologize for the inconvenience of our unexpected space odyssey as that was not planned in our schedule, but we thank you for staying calm throughout the journey. Have a nice day! It’s interesting how Marinette managed to get the highest score in “Ladybug” for her quiz (really? Even more so than Max!?) despite having to juggle her school work along with her superhero duties and social life and yet she felt drowsy here after another unseen supervillain fight. Well, since this ep took place before “Ladybug” she must’ve handled it better later. As for Adrien, let us count the ways he’s rebelled against Gabe: 1. Ditching his bodyguard to sneak off to the movies (“The Puppeteer”), 2. Running away to go to school (“Origins Part:1-2”), 3. Running away to blow off some steam (“A Christmas Special”), 4. Stealing the miraculous book (“The Collector”), 5. Sneaking off to see his moms movie (“Gorizilla”), 6. Lying about going to fencing practice to instead go on a date with Kagami (“Frozer”), 7. Having a party with Gabe gone (“Party Crasher”) and 8. Ditching fencing practice again with Kagami to hang out with their friends (“Desperada”). It’s all very reasonable cuz he has an overprotective (evil) father, lives in a mansion full of mostly stone cold people and is VERY lonely and miserable! Who wouldn’t wanna get away from all that!? Lieutenant Roger is blind to his daughters slavitude towards Chloe and just thinks she’s “serving and protecting” by being a “good friend”. Ironic that he’s a cop and doesn’t notice the injustice in this. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! A little thing we learned about the akumas, Hawk Moth can’t control ‘em if they’re a distance away! Like space! He also reluctantly had to see his plan fail cuz Adrien was on the Startrain in space and was forced to let the good guys win for his sons sake. Was this the first time it happened? Cuz I think so. No Queen Bee in this ep cuz Chloe dear, you’re retired! I’m sensing her distraught over this is the reason for her third akumatization in the finale *cough*BattleoftheMiraculousPart2:MiracleQueen*cough* Yeah, wait for it. Another thing is Alya has a second blog for astronomy, so she’s not limited to her Ladyblog. That’s good! Give her a new hobby so she won’t look one-dimensional. So this was the space episode and sadly, there were no space related power-ups :P. Damn it! I wanted to see Ladybug and Cat Noir in space outfits! We see a member of Maxes family and we find out he has a mother who operates the Startrain, but really wants to be an astronaut. Hey, we’ve all been there. Stuck at a dead end job you had to take to support a family instead of following your dreams on what you really wanted to do. I can relate! I wanted to be a writer! I love books and reading, so I wanted to create some myself. Unfortunately, I wasn’t motivated much and didn’t get any support, so now I’m just a medical assistant to put bread on the table. That’s it! The closest I get to my writing career is writing in these reviews on my blog! It’s fine, just cuz I can’t do my real passion, doesn’t mean I have to stop. Right? Least Claudies dream came true. Congratulations girl! Boldly go where (no) man has gone before! (salutes). What everyone was really talking about was the Sleep Cute Adrienette moment :). When Marinette fell asleep on Adrien, he allowed it and even fell asleep as well. Wether you see it as either him being a gentlemen and not disturbing her or him just subconsciously being in love with her is up to you (I’m mixed on both, but mostly on the former). Lila was almost a c*ckblocker in that moment, but thanks to Shipper On Deck Alya, it was thwarted! Yea-ah! Really Lila, another “illness” you have? First it was tinnitus and arthritis (“Chameleon”), then it was “a lying problem” (“Ladybug”) and now you’re saying “motion sickness”! It’s amazing she’s able to walk! Isn’t anyone concerned!? Well, people almost saw her ruin the Adrienette moment which would make everyone start being suspicious of Lila as they all vouched for Marinette (“Ladybug”). Max is Pegasus! And his transformation had a techno beat! Cool! However, his powers were the same as Bunnyx. Teleportation! Why is that!? Viperion has a similar power to Bunnyx too, time travel! Why are all three of these the same!? I prefer each miraculous power to be individually different to stand out! This better not happen again with the other miraculouses! The miraculous for the horse miraculous was a pair of glasses.........glasses?........and it went to Max......how convenient 😒. As someone who’s born in the Year of the Horse, this was most disappointing. Guess I’m just like Kaalki who has high expectations and wants to be representative of my Chinese sign with “grace, beauty, nobility and freedom”.

[pitofghosts]

Campfire

1.4k words of Illarion and Kai Fen. I honestly just wanted to write these two interacting.

The night wore on thin and cold, the air sharp, and Kai Fen pulled his parka closer. Michil was off in his sleeping bag, and though there was one laid next to him for Kai Fen, he didn’t know if he’d be getting much sleep tonight. It was too frigid, and the air too still. It was like a constant cut into his skin.

It was so cold that he could almost forget that they were only a day away from the Enyese border.

Almost.

“You still up?”

He didn’t dignify Illarion with a response. Instead he just watched as he lumbered around the campfire, sat down on the other side of it. He raised his hands to warm them, the flames reflected in each of those rings he liked to decorate himself with. Most of them were fakes, painted metals, while others were plated. But a few were real. Did Illarion know? Did he care? Or was his taste simply anything gaudy?

He really was going to love Enyang.

“Don’t blame ya,” Illarion continued. “Hard to sleep, with it being freezing and all.” He glanced up. “S’why I wanna go south.”

“South,” Kai Fen repeated. He sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve. “That’s so vague.”

“Drekku.”

Kai Fen snorted. “That’s not south. Drekku’s east. Enyang, Gorra, and Nakbe are all in the south.”

“East is south.” Illarion blew air into his cupped hands, his legs bounced. He really did look cold. Did that stupid coat do nothing for him? “West is south. East is south. Anythin’ that isn’t fuckin’ rocks and snow and ice half the year is south. You got southerner brain. Directions can actually mean somethin’ to ya.”

Kai Fen rolled his eyes. It was such a Vwosi thing to say, to change all the meanings of the words just to suit himself. He sighed and slumped, shivered. There wasn’t even a wind to take refuge from. Just a steady onslaught.

A log on the fire shifted and fell into cinders. Illarion leaned back and grabbed another from the pile Michil had chopped up early, plopped it down into the flames. He jerked his hand back the second the log left his fingers. Kai Fen watched as the thick bark split away from the wood, as smoke arose from the gnarls, untileventually, it joined the others in their flame.

He’d be back in Enyang tomorrow. At that point, he’d be full traitor.

“Any Enyese you can teach me?”

Kai Fen spared him a glance. “No.”

“What d’ya mean no? You taught that Saoirse kid some phrases, huh? And he ain’t even here.”

Kai Fen scowled. “That was Saoirse,” he muttered. “I don’t have anything to teach you.”

“What’s ‘at supposed to mean?”

Kai Fen looked up. Illarion was sitting with shoulders squared, chin raised. He didn’t look angry but he looked near it. Kai Fen rolled his eyes and looked towards some of the trees. “It means that I don’t want to teach you. It’s hard. There’s tones.” Tones that Saoirse had been able to pick up on. Tones Saoirse said sounded like music, that he thought were beautiful. Tones he struggled with but tried so hard to get right every time.

Enshu, he wanted to see him again.

“They speak Bridgespeak where we’re going anyway,” he muttered. “You’ll be fine.”

“Mm. Goodie.”

It was silent for a while. Kai Fen watched the trees, watched for a sway in their branches that never came. He stole a glance back at Illarion. His knee was still bouncing, his arms pulled inside that coat of his, his head ducked down behind the collar. His eyes stayed glued to the fire, a crease between what were supposed to be eyebrows.

Illarion glanced up, and Kai Fen met his gaze.

“What are you starin’ at me for?”

“You’re the one who sat across from me.”

“Vikwo,” Illarion hissed in an amused curse. He leaned forward, pushed his hair back from his face. He wheezed out a breathy laugh and Kai Fen scowled. He hadn’t done or said anything funny.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Illarion considered him, shook his head. “I just can’t believe rich people really do act like how they say.”

Kai Fen raised his eyebrows. He leaned back on his hands, let a bit of a smirk onto his face. “What, exactly, are they saying?”

Illarion perked up, grinning that stupid toothy grin of his. It was the first time Kai Fen had seen it and not thought it looked threatening. “Uppity, bossy, never in the wrong. Always gotta have it their way, don’t got to compromise. And very bad at sharing.”

“And that’s what you think of me?”

“Well, you’re bad at sharing.”

“What? How?” He had made Kuratsa be plenty generous to him.

“You keepin’ all your language to yourself, for a start.”

Kai Fen snorted, rolled his eyes. But he half-smiled anyway. He wasn’t sure that he liked Illarion, was positive that he didn’t trust him. But he was starting to understand what it was about him that made Heila like him: they both had that knack for conversation that he just didn’t have. He could just as easily picture Illarion walking into a room and leaving with a bunch of new friends as he could Heila.

“We won’t be in Enyang very long,” Kai Fen muttered. He looked south, where the sky was covered by clouds. It looked like rain that way. “Just long enough so I can speak to Enshu. I need to be gone before my cousin realizes I crossed the border. It wouldn’t be worth it to teach you.”

“Then why’d you teach Minnet?”

“Minnet is his mother,” Kai Fen corrected. He pulled his coat sleeves down over his hands, pulled his shoulders in to his ears. “I thought we might go to Enyang some day. But you know what happened.“

“Yeah.” he raised his eyebrwos and shook his head. “Damn. Us older brothers got to clean all the messes, huh?”

“You have a brother?”

Illarion shook his head. “Sister.” He chuckled. “Though she’s never fucked up as bad as this.”

Kai Fen would have been offended if he wasn’t so terribly right. It would be hard pressed to mess up as badly as Zhihao had. He watched the flames lick their way up the log. It was half charred now. “How old is she?”

“Same as you, pretty sure.”

It was strange to picture someone his own age looking at Illarion as an older anything, let alone as family. He existed in a void in Kai Fen’s mind. He was the guy who sold them train tickets, the guy who sold them out, the guy who tried to kill them. But he had a sister somewhere. He had family.

He was pretty young, too. Seventeen, eighteen. Kai Fen wasn’t sure.

Illarion added another log to the fire, cursing when the flames jumped up to meet him. He retracted his hand, shook it, kicked some dirt at the flames like that might punish them.

Where were this guy’s parents?

Parents. Kai Fen leaned to the side. Things he didn’t have anymore, unless the emperor had been right and he wasn’t his son. He had to get in to Burning Rock Temple, had to get into the pool of water. He had to speak to find out how his mother could have been lying and telling the truth at the same time.

He never thought he’d say it but he actually missed Linast, even with the springtime allergies the snowmelt flowers had brought him. He missed getting coffee at Tikhon’s, he missed sharing a flat with Heila.

He missed Saoirse. He hoped he was doing okay.

“What’s it like? Bein’ a prince?”

Kai Fen jerked his head up. He hadn’t been sure of what Illarion said at first, but once it settled he let out a nervous, startled laugh. Of all things. He wrapped his arms around himself, rubbed his thumb over his sleeve. 

“Exhausting.”

Illarion nodded sagely. “What I thought.” He pushed off his knees with a grunt, shook out his coat and shoved his arms back through the sleeves. “Put the fire out before you sleep, yeah?”

Kai Fen blinked, sat up a bit straighter as Illarion walked passed him. “You want to freeze over night?”

“We got blankets, coats, body heat. We can survive a little cold.”

“This isn’t a little cold, it’s-”

“Put the damn fire out before you go to bed.”

Kai Fen shut his mouth. Anything else had to say died. He turned back to the flames, watched them dance. “I’ll put it out,” he muttered.

“Alright. Get a little sleep tonight, kid.”

Kai Fen hummed an acknowledgement, but he was already miles away. Tomorrow he exchanged refugee status to treasonous outlaw. Tomorrow he had to be confident enough to lie in the empire of truth, and he had an ex-soldier and an ex-enemy with him. All he had to do was pretend he was mute and communicate everything through writing. Enshu went blind there.

A flame consumed a leaf growing from one of the logs.

He’d be in Enyang tomorrow.

Kai Fen sat there until the fire burned itself out, and he shuffled into his sleeping bag next to Michil. They still had a long way to go in the morning. He should try and sleep while he could.

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[writingforjoy]

Decotta’s Diary

Once again, huuuge thanks to @aurikhai, @rose-of-sharon-cass, and anon for asking for this particular drabble and i apologize again for taking so long with it! the first three entries are for the asks, and then i did the last one as a normal diary entry. All typos, punctuation, and grammar mistakes are left the way they are because I wrote it as if she was typing it on her phone. @rhikasa i hope you'll enjoy this one too

Dear diary, July 22, 2016 10:58pm

We’re leaving for a ‘mission’ tomorrow. Just gathering more intel or something on this ring of productivity. Think its supposed to create whatever you want, but idk, wasn’t really listening when pH0 and zane were talking about it. I would just ask him but I don’t wanna make myself look stupid! I mean, its literally not my job as ‘king’ to know, just to make sure that we don’t use all our expenses. Anyways, tomorrow we’ll leave Moonshine Lake. I’ve never been to Arkansas before, I wonder if it’s any different from Louisiana? We’ll see...but I’m not driving lol.

Dear diary, July 23, 2016 3:47pm

The only thing worse than all these trees is Emment presence. Honestly I don’t get WHY Haiden thought it was a good idea to send Emment along. I dont care if he can heal, I can protect Zane on my own! Now we can’t share the room OR have the romantic date like I planned! It was supposed to be just me and Zane enjoying the rest of the day ALONE together just relaxing but nnoooo. With Emment here, senpai wants to ‘get this done as quickly as possible’. I’ll have to read Sixteen to see how to fix this.

Dear diary, July 23, 2016 11:15pm

If Emment’s tagging along didn’t have me pissed, I definitely am now. APPARENTLY, Zane’s been working on this BY HIMSELF FOR MONTHS, and the person that has the stupid ring now is soME GIRL HE’S BEEN “DATING” FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!! I wouldnt have known about it if Emment hadnt let it slip what Zane was actually doing tonight when he left! To make it all worse, it wont be til maybe midnight when he decides to come back! Why did you have to lie to me senpai?! I couldve been of use! It would’ve been different this time!!!

Dear diary, July 24 2016 3:42am

Just as i got ready to go out and find him, senpai comes stumbling in, reeking of what i can only guess is weed and alcohol. Thankfully, he had everything to make a purification potion. Buuut, he wasn’t...all the way there to do it himself. Emments useless ass was already sleep when he made it in earlier, so that left me to make the potion for him. i couldnt stand seeing him so out of it, so of course i made it! now he’s just puking on and off again from potions effects. ...i hope he sleeps well tonight.

Dear diary, July 26, 2016 6:42am

Ok i know im supposed to have a journal entry everyday but the night zane came in he ended up resting the rest of the day and i stayed by his side watching him and then yesterday was sooo busy! YESTERDAY WAS THE BEST. DAY. EVER!!!! Oh my god wher do i even begin??!!? Ssooo, as my reward for being the best girl in the world the other night to senpai, i had BREAKFAST IN BED!!! He ordered room service for me and brought me ROSES!! He tried apologizing for everythign but i told him not to worry about, this small gesture was enough to let me know that he still cared for me~ AND THEN. HE ASKED ME. TO HELP HIM GET THE RING!! i was BEYOND excited to help him!! But i kept my cool, and told him sure, whatever. So he went on about who the girl, maggie, was (just some uppity college bitch rebelling against her rich folks) and was telling me that when we went out that night i’d have to use a glamour (he already had his ready and dear god he only gets hotter the older he gets), and who i was going to be waltzing around as (another one of her friends who sounded equally boring as her). Anyways, her parents been gone on vacation or whatever and that night she was hosting a big party at her house that he was invited to. Haiden was going to get the girl that i was going to be and keep her busy or whatever, but she was already taken care of by the time me and zane got to the party. Oh god that party was intense, so ima make try to make this entry short cause tired as fuck.

When we got there, the party was already goin, music blasting, couples all on the couches drunk kissing, people in the corners drinking, beer pong in the kitchen, the works. To maggie, i was there to help her trap zane and oh my GOD it took ALL of my willpower to not light her ass up on the spot (though it was pretty damn hilarious when i caused a short outage and she and a couple of other girls screamed), luckily senpai was close by and was able to calm me down before i got myself caught like last time, then off they went to have a ‘private conversation’, and maggie told to let everyone know that she’ll be ‘right back’ if anyone needed her, but we both know how that went lol.

So as soon as they made it to the room i stood at the door making sure no one would be interrupting senpai...and do a little eavesdropping AND OH MY GOD THIS STUPID HUMAN! She called him a crook and a liar, and all he wanted from her was her money all while she was fake crying, and then she had the nerve, the AUDACITY, to call him a witch. Of all things! A WITCH!! Then! Ooh then she called him a low-life and a snake-FIRST OF ALL MA’AM MY BABY’S JUST DOIN HIS DAMN JOB SO FUCK YOU AND YOUR UPPITY ATTITUDE-i wanted to bust in and shout that so badly, and senpai must’ve known it too cause i heard him yell ‘calm down’ in french, and again softly in english for her (i guess). At this point my curiosity was getting the best of me and i just had to see what they were doing, so i enchanted the door so i could see in, and oh my poor baby. He looked genuinely concerned, hurt even, at her accusations. Then he cupped her chin in his hand and asked her where she heard such things, and when she told him he gave her this sad look and told her some pitiful story that i only wish i remembered to prove his innocence AND SHE FAILED FOR IT! She started wiping her eyes, stammering apologies, talkin how she ‘loved’ him but didnt wanna get hurt again, and when he did his little ‘confession of love’ for her, shE KISSED HIM! I promise to god i this close to barging in, but i saw senpai hand waving ‘stop’ while she started mumbling god knows what. then he slowly leaned (a little bit too) close to her ear and whispered something that made her redder than a ripe tomato, and this horny bitch got up faster than the sun rises and started stripping out of her clothes, what makes it sad was that she tried to do it sexily, but she wasnt as graceful as she thought she was about it at all. So drunk and pathetic, humans are so weak minded that its actually entertaining lol. Once she got her bra off and straddled him, he finally put the sleeping spell on her and laid her on the bed as he slipped the ring off her finger! We made the deliver just before we got home this morning and i am more than thrilled to be in my own bed right now and that everythings finally done.

Zane Masters, my senpai, is simply the best demon in the world! He’s sweet, charming and clever, and can easily manipulate people when he wants to, and thats what i love about him. Thats why hes the Second King, our K2, my sweet, sweet, love. One day he’ll agree to go out with me, then he’ll see that im just as much of a girl as any other one, and then he’ll fall in love with me, and we’ll finally live happily ever after!