#I was legit interrupted when I was writing this by my brothers school calling me about some trip

[district2001]

Leader Maknae Date

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x Seventeen (mainly Coups)

Recap: When Seungcheol whisks Jangmi away from practice to ask her a very important question

Words: 2k

Requests are OPEN: Please please please send me what you want to see from Jangmi. I’m also open to feedback :)

Jangmi’s Masterlist

“I swear to god if Hoshi Oppa makes us go through the dance one more time, I’m going to die.” Jangmi complained, as she flopped on the floor in the dance studio.

“If he starts complaining about how our jumping isn’t the same height, I will personally take one for the team and murder him.” Seungkwan agreed.

“You know I can hear you right?” Hoshi yelled from the speakers. Jangmi snickered, praying that he wouldn’t play their song again.

She loved the song, and thought Woozi had done a phenomenal job with it. Apparently the staff weren’t too thrilled though, hoping for something darker. But leader line had backed him up, with Hoshi calling the song ‘pop perfection.’

Her favourite section was her interchanging rap part with S.Coups, where the contrast in their tones was noticeable, yet blended together really well. Plus the dynamic of the maknae with the eldest would look quite cool in the music video.

She reached over towards her bag and grabbed her drink bottle. The room temperature water wasn’t the greatest thing to drink, but she was so thirsty she would probably have Minghao’s hot water without complaint.

After she emptied her bottle, Jangmi lay on top of her bag, closing her eyes to get some rest. She knew debuting would be hard, much harder than being a trainee, but she was exhausted. Between online school, group dancing lessons, private dancing lessons, rap lessons, song writing sessions, recording sessions… the list was never ending. She was barely getting 5 hours of sleep a day, and she needed as much as she could get to grow. She’d made a bet with Dino that she’d grow taller than Woozi, and she wasn’t willing to admit to defeat.

Her short nap was interrupted by someone clearing their voice above her. Opening one eye, she saw S.Coups newly dyed blonde hair looking over her.

“5 more minutes.” She whined, closing her eyes again.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

She opened both her eyes this time in confusion of why he was using his leader tone with her.

“Uhh. Yeah. Sure” She sat up, stretching out her hand. Seungcheol grabbed it, and pulled her up to her feet.

“I was thinking we could go grab a coffee?” Seungcheol asked as they walked out the practise room.

Jangmi didn’t know what he wanted to talk to her about, but she had a feeling it was serious, seeing the way he was avoiding her eyes.

“Yes of course.” She replied, fidgeting with her fingers.

They walked to the café in silence, with both of them trying to break it by trying to start a conversation, only for it to die down within a minute.

She was very aware that some bad news was going to be given to her at the café, and was mentally preparing her reaction in case he told her that she’d have to leave Seventeen.

Once they arrived at the café, Seungcheol had asked her to take a seat whilst he placed their order. She asked him for a water, and when he questioned her terrible choice, she explained that it was healthy and free.

While waiting for him to come back, she started playing around with the ring on her finger, a new unconscious habit she had adopted after being given the ring a few days ago. No formal ceremony, a staff member had just dropped it off in the middle of her dance practise with Jun.

She was brought out of her thoughts with Seungcheol plopping down the 2 drinks on the table- 1 lemonade and 1 chocolate Frappuccino. She raised her eyebrows at her leader, who smirked and placed the straw of the lemonade in his mouth. “Eunwoo said this was your favourite drink.”

Jangmi tried to hide her smile, knowing very well that she was not doing a good job.

She took a sip of her Frappé, before setting it down on the table. She knew he was trying to butter her up before breaking the bad news, but she wanted to hear it outright. Not sugar-coated in chocolate goodness.

“Is it ok if I ask you something?” Seungcheol asked tentatively.

“Of course.” Jangmi nervously smiled.

He cleared his throat again, before continuing. “How’s everything?”

Jangmi narrowed her eyes, “everything?”

“You know…” he signalled with his hands, “everything.”

“Good.” She nodded, waiting for him to continue speaking.

“Come on Jangmi, you’ve got to give me more than that.”

She chuckled, happy this awkward tension between them was slowly dissipating.

“It’s been good though. Honestly. It’s a lot of hard work, and I don’t think I can feel my feet at all right now. But it’s been fun. I’m learning a lot.” She smiled politely before adding “thank you for the opportunity.”

“Stop being so polite with me. Let’s go back to how we were before.” Seungcheol dismissed, taking another sip of his lemonade.

“How were we before exactly?” Jangmi cocked her head to the side, waiting for his response. Sure, she had spoken to him during her visits every holiday, but they hadn’t really spent much time together- and never one on one. There was no need to. He was busy leading the boys to debut, whilst she was just a random trainee who kept popping up every few months.

“I don’t know.” He struggled. “Not this awkward for sure.” They both giggled, glad that they both were acknowledging the tense atmosphere.

“Seriously though, I’m really enjoying working with you all. Plus you guys are so talented. Legit. Did you see Minghao’s freestyle dance the other day. I didn’t even think it was possible to be that flexible.”

Seungcheol chuckled, taking another sip of his drink.

“Don’t get me started on the vocals of this team. I heard Seungkwan and Seokmin singing the other day and I was mind blown. And then I found out that they were only messing around. How can they seriously be that good when they are taking the piss out of it.”

“Glad to know you think the team is talented!”

Jangmi smiled, “Of course you guys are. That’s why you’re debuting.”

“Why we’re debuting” Seungcheol corrected.

“Oh right! I’m sorry.” Jangmi bowed again, causing Seungcheol to get up slightly and smack her head.

She faked a pout and took another sip of her drink.

“Is everyone treating you well?”

She nodded. “Yeah. You don’t need to worry. I was friends with most of them before anyway.”

Seungcheol hummed before talking again. “I definitely think you transitioned well. Although, I feel slightly bad for stealing you away from Sungyeon. I saw her the other day and she told me that if any one of us made you upset, she’d come and hurt us.”

“She’s just very overprotective.” Jangmi giggled. She had been so busy with catching up that she barely had seen Sungyeon over the last few weeks. She missed her best friend. Maybe they could go out and get some food together. Well, Sungyeon could eat food whilst Jangmi would be stuck eating salad.

“Well, now you’ve got 13 more people to protect you.”

“I can protect myself, thank you very much.” Jangmi sassed back, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

Jangmi leaned over the table. “Is it because I’m a girl.”

Seungcheol leaned over aswell, looking directly into her eyes. “No, it’s because you ran out of the recording booth the other day after seeing the cockroach.”

Jangmi’s eyes widened. “How’d you-”

“Sungyeon told me.” He smirked, whilst moving Jangmis’ glass away from her elbows. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Jangmi leaned back into her seat in defeat, crossing her arms.

“Stop pouting. That’s my thing.”

“I’m the maknae, I can pout as much as I want.”

“You’re such a child”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Do you always talk to your elders with such attitude?”

“Not the ones I respect.”

‘Ya!” Seungcheol raised his voice, before realising that he had perhaps spoken too loudly in the café.

Jangmi shone her victory smile, and grabbed her drink off the table.

“Is there any reason you asked to hang out with me?” She asked. After their little banter session, she was starting to doubt that she would be leaving the band. Her leader was too relaxed.

“I was getting to that”

“Well, today would be nice, considering we have more dance lessons in 20 minutes.”

“Oh shit!” Seungcheol jumped up from his seat. “Grab your drink, and we can talk the way back.”

Jangmi nodded, before following him out the door. Stopping to yell ‘thank you’ to the staff.

Walking back to the Pledis building, Jangmi noticed how the sun was starting to set. She would have stopped to take a picture, and send it back to her parents, but Cheol started talking at that moment.

“I just wanted to take this opportunity for you to tell me if you were unhappy.” Jangmi looked at him in confusion.

“Like if anyone was making you uncomfortable, or if you were having trouble fitting in. I don’t know you well enough to read your mind, and Vernon said that you’re pretty reserved, like him, so I just wanted to make sure. Even if some members take longer to warm up to you, they will eventually.” She looked over to him and smiled.

Taking that as a sign of reassurance, Seungcheol continued. “I just wanted you to know that it might take a little while for you to feel completely at home. Or as homely as one can feel when they’re literally on the opposite side of the world from their friends and their family. I feel homesick sometimes, even when my home’s just a few hours from here.”

“If anyone mistreats you for being in our team, by talking shit about you let me know, or any of the other members. Seriously. We all look out for each other. And I know it’ll take some getting used to, but you deserved a spot on this team. I’m not just saying it as a leader, but as a friend. And hopefully soon you’ll think of me as an older brother. I overheard you telling Jihoon how you’re an only child aswell. This team is more like a fami-”

Seungcheol abruptly stopped mid-sentence when he realised Jangmi wasn’t walking beside him.

He quickly turned around, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw she was only a couple of metres behind him, wearing a massive smile on her cheeks.

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused to why she had stopped walking. Considering she was the one who reminded him of rehearsal.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked so quietly, that he could barely make out her question. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, “of course.”

Jangmi smiled into his chest. She had brothers.

Previous: First Official Meeting

Next: Debut.

[akirameta84]

original chuunibyo au post but condensed down for me to easily read/reference (and edited because the spelling errors piss me off every single time okay)

(this is bad btw and not very accurate to the actual plot points i fleshed out later with audrey but its the rough thing and when i link the post from the posted fic i dont want the fucking spelling mistakes and ill shut up now)

(i gave up fixing mistakes halfway through and just fixed names okay)

okay so i had this randomly while reading and like now im too invested.

So like, imagine saiki has chuunibyo just like kaidou in middle school and his parents are just like?? yeah its chuunibyo but he has powers?? and so we cant tell him its fake really? and like nobody believes he's actually an esper because cmon, its obviously 8th grader delusion. and he gets to high school and him and kaidou get along so well. and one day, jet black wings and whatever saiki calls himself are, idk, stopping dark reunion and saiki shows his actual powers and so kaidou goes even further into delusion. i imagine they make all the same friends but like they all just put up with it.

that was long but seriously imagine

 akirameta84

reblogging cause i had MORE TO ADD

okay so, his meeting with toritsuka. toritsuka has no clue about the chuunibyo, and saiki is like how did you hear of my totally secret abilities?? and first of all, the spirits told him, and second, literally everyone knows cause he won't shut up about it but obviously doesnt believe it. and honestly toritsuka has no clue whether saiki is actually an esper or just had really bad chuunibyo. then they meet at school and toritsuka sees him with kaido and is like yeahhh he's prolly not legit. until saiki ends up threatening him in the bathroom and reveals his telepathy and toritsukas like you're kidding right??

thank you for coming to my ted talk im so gonna write a fanfic for this at some point

 akirameta84

"I wear a blindfold over my eyes because i was inflicted with a deadly curse, and even a glance can leave you paralyzed in fear, and-"

Kusuke, slapping him: "Put on your glasses and go to school, you can't go blindfolded"

I feel like in this universe i somehow started, Kuusuke wouldn't be like he is in the original show, instead he's a lot calmer and actually cares somewhat for his brother. Why?...I just like that trope. anyways, he's the reason Kusuo hasn't accidentally made a real show of his powers. He just tiredly puts up with him, and made a point to come back from London every now and then to make sure Kusuo wasn't on the news or smt. Kusuo also told Kaidou that Kuusuke tries (and succeeds, with the limiters) to limit his powers, and they come up with the only conclusion, that he's a part of DARK REUNION. and kuusuke is just..done with this shit tbh

honestly im a little obsessed with this universe now

 akirameta84

is it more you're looking for??? hehehehe

so saiki doesn't use the hypnosis that make his devices seem normal, at all. prolly cause it makes Fuchsia Deathbringer (editing note: idk if ill use this but i still think its neat) look 10x cooler. and yes, I've decided that's what he calls himself. i came up with it at 3am lmao. anyways, obviously his friends find his gear weird but considering kaidou wears similar things they're just all like..okay yknow what? just gonna...pretend its not there. kuusuke has to constantly stop him from removing his limiters because he believes they're dark forces of evil restricting him, when in reality they're the only reason the world is intact.

 akirameta84

oh no she's adding to the chuunibyo post again oh god-

kokomi and chiyo both develop their crushes on him, but kokomi's desire to make him say oh wow fades away quicker, and maybe the crush itself, cause damn he's not all with it. on the other side, maybe she finds the chuunibyo endearing, similar to chiyo with kaidou in canon. speaking of chiyo, in this au she apparently has a thing for boys with chuunibyo huh. her crush on saiki starts when him and kaidou are talking about dark reunion or smt and she imagines being rescued by him all princess like. she tries the classic tricks, but he avoids them. why? because he has no time for people interrupting his plans to stop the worlds end, duh.

this whole post is not gonna be seen but who cares cause now ive got fic ideas laid out lmao

 incorrect-saiki

I love how detailed this is and it’s great

What place does Nendo have in this au? I imagine he’s seen Saiki’s powers and believes him and so he either believes Kaidou or taunts him to show his powers like Saiki has

 akirameta84

omg im so glad you think that >.< actually hadn't thought about nendo yet.

i love your idea of him taunting kaidou. saiki of course defends him saying that he can't show his powers because removing the seal on his arm is too deadly. however, deep down, i think saiki knows that kaidou doesn't actually have powers, but whether he's ignoring that detail his mind came up with to spare kaidou or his own fantasy's he doesnt know. anyway, saiki is still nendo's buddy pal whatever, and saiki deems him a lackey. just a lackey. poor nendo. but he's okay with it, cause he can still hang out with his buddy and the runt to get ramen.

 incorrect-saiki

Oooooo I love to think that Saiki is in deep denial about Kaidou not having powers and can sense that he doesn’t. He won’t listen to it and will say to himself that Kaidou’s “limiters” (bandages) are just blocking it because he doesn’t want to face the fact that he’s all alone in terms of his powers. He could destroy the world in just three days and no one else knows how that feels so he feels desperate to have at least one person who understands him, even if he knows it’s a lie.

 akirameta84

some angst and i LOVE IT

my crack fanfiction now has a smidgen of angst prolly gonna get added in it damn

 incorrect-saiki

I love Saiki angst and now that’s like the main thing I can think about with this right now. When Saiki finally stops talking about his powers (after coming to terms with Kaidou not having any) people think “oh he’s finally growing up and getting better” but nope... he is going down a long and depressed hallway because he’s a god and is the only one

 akirameta84

ah yes my favorite trope, make the characters realize something horrible and have them suffer through a depressed like state and the horror of them realizing they're alone in the struggles (spoiler, they aren't technically, they have love from people who will support them even if nobody can relate)

haha time to make him suffer

[queenofspades20]

Scream - 4

Here it is, the final chapter of Avengers AU of Scream for @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho spooky challenge. Sorry it took me so long. Major brain roadblock for the past few weeks. Once I got past the brain block, this was a lot of fun to write. Actually did a full Scream movie marathon today to get me motivated. Hope you enjoy the final installment (that is being posted as I watch Scream 4). :)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Weathers; Avengers x Reader

Word count: just under 5.3k

Warnings: gore, murder; suspense, curse words, implied smut, angst

Chapter 4 – The Finale

Natasha and Wanda drove up to Thor and Loki’s house with the party already going on. They had decided to dress more casually for the party with Natasha in some jeans with a jacket and Wanda in a simple skirt and low-heeled boots. They could hear the music thumping. As they approached the front door, Thor opened it. “Good evening, ladies. Took you long enough to get here.”

“Well, we had to make an entrance,” Wanda said cheekily. She stepped into Thor’s waiting arms.

Thor looked at Natasha over Wanda’s head. “Clint is around here somewhere.”

Natasha felt a little nauseous. She was still upset with Clint for earlier but knew they needed to talk. She didn’t want things to end with him. Natasha looked at Thor and nodded. She made her way around the house, keeping an eye out for her boyfriend. Clint popped up in the kitchen, having a drink out of a blue plastic cup. They made eye contact and Natasha made her way over to him.

“Hey, Clint,” Natasha said softly.

“Hey, Nat. Can we talk about earlier? I don’t like how we left things.” Clint looked like a kicked puppy.

“Sure. Let’s find a room upstairs so we don’t get interrupted.”

Natasha and Clint went upstairs and found a room that wasn’t occupied. They sat on the bed and looked at each other. Natasha bit her lip. “I feel bad about everything that’s happened.”

“Nat. It’s not your fault you got attacked. I’m hurt you think I could ever do something like that.”

“Clint. You have to look at it from my point of view. I had just been attacked and you popped into the window almost immediately after the attacker disappeared. They didn’t find the person. How would you react if you were in my shoes?” Natasha was beginning to get angry. The police had cleared Clint of wrong-doing, but for Clint to not understand where she was coming from was beyond aggravating.

Clint started to open his mouth, but then decided to not say anything while he gathered his thoughts. He had already pissed Natasha off multiple times this week and he knew that if he further pissed her off, it would likely be the end of them. He sighed. He knew Natasha didn’t really think him capable of attacking her. He sighed. “Nat, you’re right. I wouldn’t know what to think.”

Natasha looked at Clint. “How do we get passed this?”

“I think we just need to remind ourselves that we’re both emotional about this, but that neither of us truly thinks that badly of the other.” Clint pulled Natasha into a hug. “We get passed this together. I still love you.”

Natasha looked up into Clint’s eyes. “I love you, too.” She put her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. “I think I’m ready for us to take our relationship back to a rated R.”

Clint pulled back a little and stared into Natasha’s eyes. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

Natasha smiled and slid off her jacket. “I’m sure.” Clint and Natasha met again for a kiss.

 Downstairs, Wanda, Thor, Loki, and a bunch of the partiers were lounging on the couches, watching horror movies. Friday the 13th was currently playing.

They were at the part where Kevin Bacon dies. As the arrow went through his throat on screen, Thor yelled out, “what a way to die!”

Wanda rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. I’m gonna get another drink.”

Thor, while staring at the movie, asked, “will you get me one too?”

Wanda just walked off, disgusted with her boyfriend. “What am I? A beer wench?” She made her way to the garage, where the fridge with all the beers was. The fridge was on the far side of the garage, away from the door the house. She left the door open and made her way over. As she was grabbing a few beers, she heard the door shut. Wanda whipped around and saw a figure standing there, wearing a black cloak with a white ghost face. “Oh, real original, Loki.” Wanda rolled her eyes. She walked up to the person. As she tried to walk past them, the figure moved to the right, blocking her path.

“Ha ha, Loki. Move. You know, Nat’s here. If she sees you dressed like this, she’s gonna flip.”

The figure shook their head “no.”

Wanda let out a light laugh. “Oh, I get it.” In a voice higher than her own, mimicking the voice of a cheesy horror movie girl, “oh, please Mr. Ghostface. Please don’t kill me. I want to make it to the sequel.” Wanda reached out to go around the person, when they grabbed her arm and pulled out a knife. They dragged the blade over Wanda’s arm, cutting her deeply.

“Ow! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Wanda yanked her arm away from the person, moving back into the garage. She took one of the bottles in her hand and threw it at the person. It broke with a loud crash, beer flying everywhere. The person moved forward and Wanda threw more of the beers, hitting them every time. With the last one, the person fell to the ground. Wanda looked around her, trying to find a way out that didn’t require her to go past the person, scared they would attack her again. She spotted a dog door at the bottom center of the garage door. She dove for the opening, praying she could get through. As she managed to get her shoulder and her head through the dog door, she felt the garage door start to rise. Wanda panicked and tried to remove her body, but she was stuck. The figure watched the door raising, Wanda’s body getting closer to the edge of the roof. Wanda struggled and screamed. As the door reached the edge, her body got caught in the door. There was a shower of sparks that filled the room. Wanda’s body went limp, dead.

 Y/N and Sam were in their van, just outside the property of Thor and Loki’s house. “What do you think, Sam? An innocent man in jail, a killer on the loose. Tell me I’m dreaming.”

“You want to go live?”

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “But wondering, has a cheesy tabloid reporter ever won a Pulitzer?”

Sam chuckled. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“Damn straight there is. So, I think we should go with a small camera in the house, see what we can get. I’m thinking someone in the school is the culprit.”

Sam reached onto a shelf in the van. “Here you go. This should do the trick. Just know, that there’s usually a delay between recording and the feed I get in here.”

“How much of a delay?” Y/N asked, taking the camera made to look like a book.

“Maybe 30 seconds.”

Y/N sighed. “Okay. I just gotta figure out how to get in there.”

There was a sound that came from behind Y/N. Deputy Barnes was standing there. “Good evening, Ms. Weathers. What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice night. I heard you can see the stars pretty well out here,” Y/N said, as she slipped the camera into her bag.

Bucky saw through the lame excuse. “It’s just a party, Ms. Weathers. There isn’t anything newsworthy going on here.”

“Well, you never know, Deputy Barnes. And you can call me Y/N.” Y/N smiled at Deputy Barnes.

“Well, I’ll call you Y/N if you call me Bucky,” Bucky said with a smirk.

“Bucky? Interesting name.”

“Nickname. My middle name is Buchannan. My sister, when she was little, liked to call me Bucky and it just stuck.”

“Well, I like it. It goes well with your boyish charm.” Y/N bit her lip, looking Bucky up and down.  Sam tried hard to contain his laugh at his employer’s blatant attempts to get in with Bucky.

Bucky smiled. “Well, it’s to throw criminal off their tracks. They don’t suspect someone as cute as me to be able to figure out their criminal minds.”

Y/N laughed. “Cute, funny, and smart. You are the whole package, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky looked back at the house. “I was going to go check on the party and then check on an abandoned car call, did you want to come with me? You can see that there’s nothing newsworthy going on.”

Y/N smiled and linked her arm through Bucky’s. “Lead the way, sir.”

Bucky and Y/N made their way to the house. The front door was wide open and music could be heard from inside. There were several students hanging around the house. As Y/N made her way around the living room, many of the students were telling her how much they loved the show. She slid the camera onto the television stand. Bucky looked around for his sister, but couldn’t see her or Natasha.

“Hey Thor, where’s Wanda?” Bucky asked.

Thor looked up from the couch. “She went to get a drink a minute ago.”

Bucky nodded and turned back to Y/N. “Did you still want to come with me to check out the car?”

“Of course.” Bucky and Y/N walked out of the house. Y/N started to move towards his police SUV, but Bucky put his hand on her arm. “Actually, I thought we’d walk. It’s a nice night and we have a flashlight.” Bucky turned it on and flashed it to his face, creating shadows. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Y/N smiled at him. “Not if you’re around.”

As they started walking, Bucky pointed up at the stars. “Do you know what that constellation is?”

Y/N looked up. “No. What is it?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I was asking you.”

Y/N let out a laugh and they continued to walk down the road.

 Back at the house, Loki, Thor, and some of the stragglers from the party were watching Halloween. “When do we see Jamie Lee Curtis’s breasts?”

“You don’t see them until Trading Spaces 1983. Not until she started legit movies.”

One of the girls said, “You mean, not until she was able to afford a decent pair.”

Loki looked disgusted. “No. Jamie was always able to outsmart the killer because she was a virgin. It’s in the rules.”

Thor looked at his brother quizzically. “What rules?”

Loki looked at everyone in the room in disbelief. “The rules! The rules on how to survive a horror movie!” He grabbed the remote and paused the movie. He stood in front of the tv, looking at everyone.

“Rule Number 1: You can never have sex.” A chorus of boos filled the room. People started throwing popcorn at Loki. “I know! I know! I don’t make the rules. I’m just telling them to you! Rule Number 2: You can never drink or do drugs.” The room filled with cheers, as everyone held up their beers.

Loki held up his own in salute. “It’s an extension of Rule number 1. It relates to the sin factor. Now, and most important, rule number 3: Never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, say ‘I’ll be right back,’ because you won’t.”

Thor stood up and looked his brother straight in the eye. “I need another drink. Do you want one?”

“No, I’m good.” Loki nodded at his brother.

“Okay.” Thor held up his arms parallel to the floor. “I’ll be right back!” Thor said with a laugh. Everyone in the room started laughing. Thor left the room and Loki went back to his seat to resume the movie. As they were sitting there, the phone started to ring. Loki crawled over to it and answered. “Hello?”

After a brief conversation, Loki looked back at everyone. “Dean Fury is dead. Police found his body hanging from one of the goal posts on the football field.” The room erupted in chaos and the students ran out to their cars to go see the body.

Y/n and Bucky were walking down the road, towards where the abandoned car was supposed to be. They were just chatting, getting to know each other better. “I’m not crazy about being known as Bucky. It’s a way for this town to refuse to take me seriously.”

“Well, it’s better than Y/N Weathers. I sound like some cheat-rate meteorologist. Instead I’m some tabloid reporter that everyone loves to hate.”

“I think it’s pretty actually. You’re much prettier in person.”

“So, you watch my show?”

“Well, yeah. And getting to know you, you’re not that bad.”

Y/N laughed. “Well, thanks. I think.”

The sound of honking horns coming from the house made Bucky and Y/N turn around. The cars were coming very fast.

“They’re not slowing down, Bucky.”

Bucky held up his arms and yelled out, “Slow down!”

The cars continued their high rate of speed. Bucky grabbed Y/N and threw both their bodies to the side of the road, just as the cars began to pass them. They rolled down the hill. Y/N landed on her back and Bucky landed on top of her. He propped his body on his elbows and looked down at her.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked softly. Y/N had a small scrape on her forehead from the fall.

“I think so.” Y/N looked over and saw a vehicle. “Is that what you’re looking for?”

Bucky, staring longingly at Y/N, said, “all my life.”

Y/N smiled and huffed out a laugh. She put her hand on his jaw and turned his head towards the car. “Thank you. But I actually meant that.”

Bucky started, recognizing the car. “That’s Mr. Coulson’s car.”

“What’s it doing all the way out here?”

Bucky noted that the car didn’t seem to have any damage to it and he couldn’t tell how long it had been there. “I need to get back to the house and call this in. Are you okay to walk back yourself?” In case Mr. Coulson was the killer, he didn’t want Y/N to get hurt.

“Go. I can make it back on my own. Don’t worry, Bucky.”

Bucky nodded and ran back towards the house.

  Natasha and Clint were putting their clothes back on. As Natasha grabbed a brush to fix her hair, she looked over at Clint. “So, who did you spend your one call on?”

“What?” Clint looked up from buttoning his shirt. “What are you talking about?”

“You know, when you get arrested, you get one phone call. So, who did you call?”

“My dad.”

Natasha paused while brushing her hair. “No, you didn’t. I was sitting there when Chief Stark called your dad.”

“When I tried, there wasn’t an answer,” Clint said with a shrug. “Do you still doubt me?”

“No! I was just thinking it would be a good way to throw people off your track if you had used your one call to call me. But if you were making the call in the middle of precinct, you wouldn’t have been able to disguise your voice without someone overhearing.” Natasha was looking at Clint.

Clint seemed to deflate. “True. I promise I’m not lying to you.”

Natasha moved over to Clint and hugged him. “I trust you. We wouldn’t have done what we just did if I didn’t.” She moved back a little and looked at Clint in the eyes. “Seriously, I was just curious. I’m not accusing you of anything. I know you would never attack me.” Clint hugged Natasha.

“I love you, Nat.”

The door suddenly slammed open and a person dressed in the Ghostface costume jumped in. Clint pushed Natasha out of the way as the figure tackled him. A knife could be seen. Natasha backed away, terrified. “Clint!”

The figure stabbed Clint in the right shoulder. Clint screamed out, “Nat! Run! They’re after you!”

Ghostface stood up and made their way towards Natasha. She ran through the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door shut. She turned the lock and moved away from the door. The door splintered and broke in with a strong kick from Ghostface. They ran towards Natasha, who had climbed through the window. She looked down and saw a boat with the cover just below the edge of the roof. It didn’t look to be much of a drop. She saw the news van just a bit away.

“Help me! Someone please help!” Natasha screamed out. She held on to the window sill as best she could. Ghostface appeared in the window and grabbed her arm. They tried to pull her back into the house. Natasha yanked her arm away and felt herself freefall backwards. The feeling of weightlessness consumed Natasha. She braced herself for impact and felt the tarp covering the boat hit her back. She felt the wind get knocked out of her and she rolled her body, falling to the ground. She looked up at the window she just fell from and didn’t see Ghostface there any longer. As her gaze moved down the building, she saw the body of Wanda hanging from the garage door.

“No!” Natasha put her hands to mouth to cover her sob. She backed away and made a break for the van, hoping someone was there and they could call for help. As she got to the van, she started banging on the window. “Open up! Please help me!”

The door flew open and Sam looked surprised at Natasha’s state. “What happened?”

“The killer’s inside the house!”

“What? I haven’t seen anything.” Sam gestured to the screen, which was showing the feed from the house.

 Loki was sitting on the couch, watching the movie. He was unaware of the figure behind him. “No, Jamie. Look out.” Loki was just mumbling along with the movie. Ghostface moved closer to Loki and lifted up the knife, ready to stab.

 As Sam and Natasha watched the screen, they saw the figure moving towards Loki. “Oh, no. Loki.” Natasha was terrified, watching her friend become the next victim.

Sam threw open the door and looked towards the house. The front door was wide open and it was quiet. “Shit. 30 second delay.”

“What?”

Sam looked back at the screen and saw Ghostface suddenly move away from Loki without stabbing him. Sam turned around just as Ghostface jumped in front of him. They raised the knife and stabbed Sam in the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Sam let out a scream of pain and terror and fell to the ground. Natasha moved through the van, trying to escape Ghostface. She climbed out the back of the van and took off running, going straight for Bucky’s patrol SUV. She got into the car and slammed the door shut, hitting the locks. Natasha picked up the radio transponder and called for help. “Someone, please, there’s a killer here. We need help. Someone please send help!”

She looked to her right and saw Ghostface standing next to the car, the keys dangling from their hand. Natasha’s eyes went wide and she looked around her. The locks suddenly popped open, signaling the car was now unlocked. Natasha quickly hit the locks again, looking around her for a weapon. She did not hear the trunk door opening and Ghostface making their way into the SUV. Natasha saw a flash of white in the rearview mirror and realized what was happening. She unlocked the door and threw it open. As she was running to the house, Bucky appeared in the doorway, stumbling.

“Bucky!”

“Natasha! Run!” Bucky yelled, as he fell to the ground, a knife deep in his left shoulder blade. Natasha ran up to him, checking his body. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. She grabbed his gun from his hands, looking around her. As she backed into the house, Loki and Thor ran up the front walkway, frantic.

“Nat! I just saw Wanda’s body. There’s a killer here!” Thor yelled as he ran up.

“Nat! He’s the killer!” Loki said, pointing at his brother.

“I’m not the killer! You are!” Thor said, turning on his brother.

Natasha trained the gun on the two brothers. She looked between them, unable to figure out which one was telling the truth. As they yelled over each other, accusing the other of being the killer, Natasha made a decision. “Fuck you both!” she said, as she slammed the door shut, locking it. Loki could be heard screaming a few moments later.

 Y/n made her way to her van, not a sound could be heard. ”Sam? Where are you?” She opened the front door of the van and sat in the driver seat. Y/N turned the van on, the windshield covered with a strange red hue. She turned on the wipers and realized the windshield was covered in blood. Y/N put the van into drive and started to go when there was a flash of black and white to her left. Ghostface reached in and started to grab at her. Y/N turned the wheel, trying to knock Ghostface off the side. She slammed on the breaks and then Sam’s body rolled down the front. Y/N let out a terrified scream and then threw an elbow into Ghostface’s face. They fell off the van. Y/N threw the van into reverse (she had no idea whether Sam was alive or not) and backed away. As she threw the van into drive, Ghostface popped back up and grabbed the wheel. The van careened towards a tree. Ghostface jumped off and Y/N stared in horror as the van drove straight into the tree. As it crashed, Y/N was knocked unconscious.

 Natasha was in the house, looking for a phone, when she heard a noise from at the top of the stairs. Clint fell into the bannister, blood running down from the stab wound in his shoulder. Natasha ran up to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Clint! I was so scared they killed you,” she said as they made their way down the stairs. “I radioed for help but we need to call. I don’t know if they got the message.”

Clint looked at Natasha, who had some cuts and bruises from her encounters with Ghostface. “I think there’s a phone in the kitchen.”

Natasha nodded and they made their way to the kitchen. As they turned the corner, there stood Ghostface. “Hello, Natasha, Clint.”

The voice came out unmodulated. Clint’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom?”

Natasha looked between Ghostface and Clint. “Mrs. Barton? You did all this?”

The mask was ripped off and there stood Clint’s mother. She had a smug expression on her face. “Yes. But I certainly didn’t do it alone.”

At that moment, Thor came in, dragging Phil, who was tied up with duct tape over his mouth. “Surprise!”

Clint looked at his mother. “How could you? Why?”

Mrs. Barton looked a little bored. “Oh come on now, Clint. You should know why. Your little girlfriend’s tramp of a mother is the reason I left. She slept with your father and destroyed our marriage, so I had to destroy her and her family. It was so easy to frame Bruce Banner for her murder. She never gave up on her slut ways.”

Clint clenched his fist. He turned to Thor. “And you? What do you get out of this?”

Thor looked rather pleased with himself. “Well, I always had the urge to kill. I just needed someone to help me figure out how to get away with it.”

Mrs. Barton interjected. “I found Thor in a serial killer chatroom. He just needed a little bit of encouragement, the kind only a mother could provide.”

Thor looked at Mrs. Barton. “She was fantastic. I needed some encouragement. Living in this small town, graduating high school and then going to college here? I’m bigger than this place. I wanted a way out and Mrs. Barton was happy to help. We came up with a whole plan.”

Mrs. Barton smiled at her protégé. She walked over to Phil, slipping the voice modulator into his jacket pocket. “It was easy to get to your father. He traveled a lot for work and didn’t interact much with people in town, so he didn’t remember me. On one of his trips, I posed as a violinist to get his interest. It was pretty easy to get information out about you. You know, he’s really quite proud of you. Too bad he’s going down for all of this.”

Natasha looked at her father’s terrified eyes. She tried to convey that everything would be alright, while trying to come up with a plan to take care of Thor and Mrs. Barton. Clint tightened his grip on Natasha. “I didn’t even know she was back,” he mumbled morosely.

Natasha looked over at him. She held onto him a bit tighter. Suddenly, Loki popped in with a bat and hit Thor in the back of the head. “Fuck you, brother! This has been a long time coming!”

Thor fell to the ground, still conscious, but dazed.  Natasha pointed the gun towards Mrs. Barton. “You’re never getting away with this.”

“Oh please. No one knows I’m back in town. I’ve been going by a different name for quite some time and anyone your father has talked to about me doesn’t know my real name. Good luck finding someone that doesn’t exist.”

Thor, slowly coming to his senses, grabbed the knife that he had dropped when Loki hit him with the baseball bat. He swung around and stabbed Loki in the side.

“No!” Natasha screamed out. “Loki!”

Thor laughed darkly at his brother. “I think that was overdue.”

Loki coughed, the pain in his side unbearable. “What, are you going to say the movies made you psycho?”

“Oh brother. Movies don’t make psychos. Movies make psychos more creative.” Thor then stabbed Loki again, this time in the arm.

Natasha, while Thor was focused on Loki, turned her attention to Mrs. Barton. She had the gun in her hand still. Natasha was torn. She struggled with the idea of shooting Clint’s mother. Though she had abandoned Clint, she was still his mother. Natasha wasn’t sure what to do. Clint noticed her hesitation and the gun in her hand. “Shoot her,” he mumbled as quietly as he could.

Mrs. Barton looked at her son and Natasha. “Clint, get away from her and I’ll make sure you survive this.”

“Why should I believe you? You fucking abandoned me! I didn’t do anything wrong and you left. Why should I trust ANYTHING you say?”

“Because I’m your mother and mother knows best.”

Clint reached for the gun and brought it up. Mrs. Barton realized too late what was happening. Clint, who had always been a crack shot, fired the gun. Mrs. Barton flew back as the bullet struck her in the chest. Her body crashed into the kitchen island behind her. Thor started to make his way over and Clint fired a single shot at Thor.

Natasha looked at Clint. She was at a loss of what to say to him. She took the gun from his hand and helped him onto the floor. “I think I’ve lost a lot of blood here.” Clint tried to joke.

“Stay right there. I’m going to call for help.”

“Where am I gonna go? I can’t even stand on my own.”

Natasha rolled her eyes with a small smile. If Clint was joking, then she knew he would be okay. She looked at Thor’s body lying on the ground. Loki, who was sitting a few feet away, said, “you know, they always make a comeback.”

Just then, Thor started to pop up. Natasha jumped back and fired a shot into his head. Thor fell back to the ground. The front door then flew open. Natasha, Clint, and Loki all let out a shout. Y/N came stumbling in. A sizeable gash on her forehead from the crash had blood pouring down her face.

She made her way over to Phil. She helped him stand up and took the tape off his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I think so.” He made his way over to Natasha and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.”

“Dad, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t know who she really was.” Natasha hesitated, thinking on Loki’s words. She looked at Clint and then at Mrs. Barton. Clint nodded his head at her. Natasha aimed the gun and fired it at Mrs. Barton’s head.

Natasha walked over to Clint and hugged him. “I’m so sorry.” They whispered to each other at the same time.

“Why are you sorry, Nat?” Clint asked.

“I killed your mom. And my family is the reason she left you in the first place.”

Clint shook his head. “Nat, you are not responsible for all that. She made her decisions and apparently still didn’t want to own to what she did. She tried to blame you and your mother for her leaving. She didn’t have to stay with my dad. I wouldn’t have expected that, but she left me.”

Natasha had tears in her eyes. “So, why are you sorry?”

“My mom put you in this position.”

“You’re right. YOUR MOTHER did. Not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The sounds of sirens could be heard in the background. Natasha helped Clint get outside. They sat down on the front steps, waiting for the ambulance. Y/N came out and stooped next to Bucky’s body. She put her hand on his uninjured shoulder. Suddenly, Bucky started to move. Y/N jumped back for a moment before leaning back over him. “Bucky? Can you hear me?”

Bucky groaned. “Fuck this hurts.”

Y/N felt relief. “Oh thank God you’re alive. It’s gonna be okay, Bucky. I think the ambulance is close. I can hear the sirens.”

Y/N looked over the yard and saw Sam’s body not far from where it fell from the van. Even though she generally did not get along with other people, she liked Sam. He didn’t put up with her shit, but he was a great camera guy. She saw Sam start to move. “Oh my God.” Y/N ran over to him. “Sam! What the hell?”

She dropped down next to him and turned his body over. Other than the stab wound to his shoulder, she didn’t see any other injuries. “Sam, are you okay?”

Sam blinked a few times and just looked at her. “Y/N, I was stabbed and then thrown off a van. How do you think I am?”

Y/N started to laugh with tears running down her face. “Well, your sense of humor is intact, so I’ll take that as a win. Do you think you can get up? I want to move closer to the house.”

The two made their way to the front porch. Sam dropped on his butt. “I’m done with today. You can do your own work.”

“Fair enough, Sam.”

The ambulances came, along with several police cruisers. Bucky, Clint, and Sam were loaded onto stretchers, with Natasha deciding to ride to the hospital with Clint. Loki was stitched up, but decided he didn’t need to go to the hospital, so Y/N convinced him to be her camera guy while she broke the story of a lifetime.

“This is Y/N Weathers with an eyewitness account to an amazing breaking story. Several more local residents are dead, bringing to an end the harrowing mystery of the mass killings that has terrorized this peaceful community, like the plot of some scary movie. It all began with a scream of 911 and ended in a blood bath. It all played out here in this peaceful farmhouse far from the crimes and sirens of a larger city…”

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She’s All That (1999)

Rich and popular makes a bet with his “friend”, whose personality is pretty much summed up by the fact that he has frosted tips, that he can turn any girl into the prom queen after getting dumped by his longtime girlfriend. 

Now don’t get me wrong, I love this movie, but every time I watch it I can’t help but be amazed at how absurd it is. I mean, cliché plot aside, every individual piece that makes up this 1 hour and 30 minute ode to the individual is completely insane. What universe does this take place in? What high school do they go to?

That being said, I really like the opening shots to this movie, it definitely gives you a good introduction to the main character. Laney Boggs. She’s political and messy and 100% down to her bones an art student. She isn’t afraid to be dark.

In contrast I feel like the first meeting of the main love interest really doesn’t set him up to be who the writers want you to think he is. I mean he rolls up to school in a bright yellow Jeep with a Mr. Prez vanity plate. Then you see his shoes when he gets out of the car, fuckin’ ugly ass leather loafers. I’m sorry I know this means nothing I just have a hard time believing this jock wears these fucking shoes they’re so god damn ugly.

Every moment that introduces him makes it seem like he should be the villain, he has pretty much no redeeming qualities that we can see besides his wit (barely) and good looks. I just don’t understand why we’re supposed to like him, this is Sixteen Candles all over again. Hot rich guy, is an asshole, for some reason I still root for and love him. How does that work? What makes these characters so grossly likable? I mean, his name is Zack. That alone raises a red flag for me. That’s a frat boy asshole name. Zacks are friends of Kyle that’s all I’m saying.

Once we get through his painfully douchey introduction we get introduced to Zack’s equally douchey friends frosted tips and Gus from psych. (don’t ask me what their actual names are it’s not important anyway, that is essentially their personalities) The first thing we hear is them talking about summer break and their vacations, further driving home how rich they are and how weird it is that adults write movies about teenagers having gratuitous amounts of sex with adults. Then Zach tries unsuccessfully to say something philosophical about them graduating soon (I have to keep reminding myself that he’s supposed to have like the 4th highest GPA in their class) They then meet the most 90s girls I have ever seen. Who I guess are supposed to be popular? One thing I do like is how diverse all the characters are, they don’t all look exactly the same which I feel tends to be a problem with high school movies.

So we finally meet the “popular girl” Taylor Vaughn, Zack’s girlfriend and she immediately breaks up with him (which honestly is probably a good idea anyway) and his “friends” fucking laugh at him which he really had coming. I mean. Look at his hair. 

This launches what is probably one of my favorite narrated flashback scenes of all time, not because the topic is particularly interesting but because I love the way they have Zach interrupt her inside of the flashback. It’s a very small addition that really gives the scene style. Also we see this hot girl start dating Shaggy??? Also one of the villains from the original Scream???( he only really plays one character.) Makes me laugh every time. Also makes me a little uncomfortable every time since she’s in high school and he’s who knows how old but whatever not important. This also leads to one of my favorite exchanges in the whole movie. 

Taylor wraps up her spring break story time with one of the rawest lines I've ever seen in a 90s movie (she really did that to him) and the director throws in a classic high school movie trope, everyone actually caring enough to stop and watch this exchange. And while I usually hate this kind of character worship, since this movie is already so bizarre and unrealistic it actually kinda fits

We then cut to Laney’s art class which includes her teacher that for some reason thinks her art isn’t personal enough and two clown obsessed Lydia Deetz knock offs. I have to say I do love this part where the art students literally suggest that she kill herself in order to have her art recognized. Very realistic conversation between art students. 

That whole scene is really funny though because it doesn’t feel like it belongs in this movie. Even the music doesn't fit which is only emphasized by the sudden bell ringing transition back into a stereotypical high school movie. It reminds me of movies like the craft, the way it’s cut together, the way the characters talk, how Laney just stares straight ahead after not saying anything. It seems like she could have chosen a completely different movie to be in. Like if the movie was a chose your own adventure, she could have been in a different genre entirely and the movie would have been about her and those girls faking her death to get recognition and make money from her paintings. which would have been sick. but that isn't the movie I’m watching. Which I’m reminded of when fucking Zack comes back on screen.

Also right before the scene where the actual bet is introduced we meet the school’s resident DJ??? which isn’t important at all but is so strange that I feel the need to point it out. Like they don’t just have a guy who does the announcements they have like a disc jockey who is just there all the time??? There are just so many little things in this movie that make it so weird.

So fucking Brock pukashells pulls up and Zach just flips. Which is understandable it is a very gross moment but he just fucking goes off about Taylor and how she’s not that great and he could get with any girl in the school. His friends point out that bitch boy forgot that Taylor Vaughn is “an institution” and basically Zach with tits. She’s very important. This is something I never get about movies like this, has anyone actually been to a high school where someone was that well known. But also not liked? Like sure she’s hot, but she’s also a grade A bitch to everyone. and according to Zach nothing more than a C minus GPA in a Wonderbra. 

Once you get through the misogyny plus ultra scene and they finally make the bet, frosted tips has picked the girl Zach has to turn into the prom queen. Scary inaccessible Laney Boggs. He’s got 6 weeks to make her popular. He starts off his first exchange with her in the best way possible. By calling her brother Spaz (as his name). Again, we’re supposed to like this guy I think. I don’t know when he’s supposed to become a likable character but I can’t imagine it’s during all these scenes where he just legit insults people.

I also love all of the clips we get to see from Brock’s time on The Real World Which make me really question why all the girls fan girl over him given that he’s actually the worst, even on the show. We also get introduced to Zack’s sister who probably should have been a lesbian given how queer coded her character is besides the fact that she desperately wants a boyfriend. She even goes to an all girls school it would have been perfect. But alas, this movie is gay-less.

We are then introduced to another b-plot in this movie, Zack’s indecision about college. This was I guess to make him more human? or something? To sort of flesh him out and give him problems but honestly he doesn't have any problems. Later in the movie Laney points this out to him, he can do whatever he wants. This whole college thing is resolved fairly quickly later in the film too, it’s not very important it’s just the only thing we see about Zack besides being a perfect high schooler throughout the whole movie. Well that and his terrible performance art and being an asshole. 

After we see that Zack has been accepted by every Ivy League school and their mother (I’m not jealous I swear) we take a brief Taylor being a bitch detour before getting back to Zack making an ass of himself. This time he’s bothering Laney at her job which is awesome we love that. Again I don’t know why we like this guy he does like 3 nice things the whole movie. Anyway she gets defensive like she always does and he fumbles around trying to talk like he’s a normal person and not a walking cliché and then there’s this really strange exchange where he tries to asked her for help in art classes and she says “you don’t take art” and he’s like “how do you know?” and she’s like “Why haven't I seen you in any of my classes?” and like, I get what they were going for but what kind of high school is this? how does she have time to take more than one art class? How is she already an art major before she’s in college that’s not how high school works. I only ever had one school where I could take more than two extra curriculars and that was in middle school and it was only because they fucked up and put me in four hours of study hall and so I just went to all of the art classes that were offered. But that’s different. And am I way over analyzing this movie? yes. Does anyone but me care about this shit? probably not, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway.

I also really like Laney’s best friend who’s kind of just there, all the time, he’s such a good wing man. He also made the best excuse to get out of seeing that weird ass art show she’s in. He’s like, oh good I don’t have to see another Mitch show. He’s probably in his underwear in all of them, I wouldn’t want to go either. I think it really says something about the performance art world though, because this is probably the most believable part of the whole movie. If someone told me that his is just an actual performance art piece that they used in this movie I would absolutely believe them. Also one of the weird gremlins in this piece says what is probably my favorite quote ever which is “my soul is an island, my car is a Ford” like what the fuck is that I love that so much.

I really want to know how they came up with this shit, it’s so perfect. It also is another one of these parts in the movie that doesn’t really add anything. A lot of the movie is like this, I feel like 90% of this movie is weird filler scenes and the rest in plot. Like it’s so obvious how it’s going to end that you barely even need to watch most of the movie, and even when you do watch most of the movie it always kind of feels like it only half has something to do with the plot. I’m not even going to talk about the weird hacky Sack scene, I can’t handle how embarrassing and cringey it is I pretty much always skip through it. What a dick move of Laney’s to even put him in that situation. The whole “your eyes are really beautiful” scene is also really strange, both his lines and her reaction don’t really make sense. Through most of this movie when they actually talk to each other I feel like they don’t have any chemistry. It’s the same when he subtly blackmails her into going to the beach with him. He’s awkward and barely says anything that prompts a response and then she just goes full WOKE EMO on him and like, they really do have nothing in common I do not understand their relationship. And then his friends show up and he’s like, “If we’re gonna be friends we’ll have to deal with them eventually” which like, 1: wow get some friends you actually like maybe? And 2: how are you guys friends, you’ve barely ever managed to exchange civil words on screen. Actually maybe that makes sense, this is why he thinks this is okay (besides the whole bet thing) maybe he doesn’t realize he’s supposed to actually like his friends and girlfriend. Because it really seems like he doesn’t like any of them, which I get. Except for Gus (not his name but whatever) because that guy’s actually pretty funny and spends the whole movie calling frosted tips out whenever he sounds too much like Kenny from Can’t Hardly Wait.

The whole beach scene is kinda take it or leave it too, there are a lot of moments where we see Laney hang out with Zack and other people but honestly through the whole movie there really isn’t a whole lot of growth. We don’t actually really see them bond or talk, we’re supposed to believe their relationship is growing but I guess that must be happening off screen because I don’t see it.

One of my favorite parts is when Zack forces the JV soccer team to clean Laney’s house, the kid answering the jeopardy question and her dad just realizing they were there. Oh man, gets me every time. The makeover scene is also pretty cute, I always love those. Also the whole “new, not improved, but different Laney Boggs” thing is adorable and I appreciate it.

The evolving of the characters and their relationships don’t happen gradually, what little is actually shown is pretty much in like 3 parts, the opening, the party scene, and the end. The characters are very flat for most of the movie and they have very little personality, but the party scene is very fun to watch. From “Gracias, papi!” to Laney turning Misty into a clown, and then the Give it to Me dance sequence. And even though the characters haven’t really given me a good reason to care about them my heart still hurts a little for Laney when Taylor ruins her dress. That’s the thing about this movie, I shouldn’t care, I shouldn’t like these characters, but I still do, and I have no idea why.

The Brock dumping Taylor thing was great, the parallel was expected but I actually think it added to the story. In fact most of the things after the party actually feel necessary to the movie which is nice. Even the soccer practice actually leads to something. I don’t know what it is about the 2nd quarter of this movie that feels so empty but whatever it is it’s enough that I saw a noticeable difference when I got to the third act of this movie.

It’s a small part but I also really love the alternative clubs that make signs in favor of Laney for prom queen. They’re just so fucking funny to me. I mean, Hygiene club? Prisoners club??? What?

Then they pull another fast feelings thing on me again. They throw the mom painting scene at me and like, wow that’s sad. Then Zack tries to garner sympathy for the problems that he makes for himself. Then boom they flip on me again they’re cute and I like them. Then she says that weird thing about prom and he just dips man. And like, Why do they gotta do me like that? I cannot seem to decide if I like these characters or not it’s so weird how this dialogue is written.

And then the dream happens? Definitely one of the best scenes in the whole movie. So fucking perfect. It really just adds to the weird slight surrealness of this whole movie.

Then we go back to the school and suddenly everyone is dressing like Laney? In support I guess? Again can I just ask what fucking school they go to? And then there’s the beat boxing scene? Where they rap about who’s gonna be prom queen? I’ve never even met anybody that invested in the outcome of who’s gonna be prom queen except for those running. I don’t even think I know anybody who voted. Even so, I do love the beat box scene, they really spit some bars.

Also I just noticed that in that super fucked cafeteria scene, you can see Buffy make a cameo? Just a fun little trivia fact. But seriously that cafeteria scene is fucked. Like, the pubes on the pizza? I wish no one had thought of that ever. Also can I just say I would undoubtedly rather get my ass kicked than be forced to eat pubes. I don’t know what they were thinking that isn’t even a question.

It’s also really uncomfortable how good frosted tips is at acting like he’s not a douchebag. What a creep. If that were a real guy I’d be tempted to call him a sociopath. So gross. But I suppose it’s good for the story line.

The end of the movie wraps up pretty fast honestly. Zack’s dad and him finally communicate which fixes Zack’s only problem immediately because that’s just how easy it is. He was just projecting the whole time, his dad had literally no problems other than being a typical rich dad. Then of course we get another moment with the school DJ who I guess just gets to play and say what ever he wants whenever he wants. Am I the only one who thinks it’s really inappropriate how sexual that guy’s announcements about prom are? Maybe it’s just me and I had a really different high school experience but I feel like people are way too focused on sex when they make movies about high school. Other shit was going on you know? It’s just odd for me to think about grown adults writing and pitching this movie.

Zack really is such a bitch boy though, he doesn’t even try to explain anything to her, just lets her get hurt and lets Taylor be a bitch to her without saying anything. He doesn’t even try to tell her that frosted tips was just as much a part of it as he was. Honestly I kind of wish that frosted tips wasn’t such an asshole his whole heart to heart with her at the door before prom could have been really cute if I didn’t already know he was a lying scumbag. But I guess Laney just gets the lesser of the douchebags.

We finally get to the prom, inarguably the best part of the whole movie, all the little bits and pieces. The sex doll guy is always funny as hell. The DJ being the school DJ works really well brings a lot of closure to that whole weirdness. Also that dance scene is fucking great, has absolutely nothing to do with the plot, which actually works since about 40% of the things in this movie have nothing to do with the plot of this movie. I absolutely unironically tried to learn this dance, man I fucking wish prom was actually like this. I don’t know about you guys but for me, both of my proms were not nearly this theatrical. I spent my first one playing black jack the whole time and my senior prom was full of people that were way too white to dance. Anyway, Laney doesn’t win and she leaves early. Zack gives a pretty boring speech. Taylor goes off on everyone. Frosted tips tries to get Laney in bed and everyone gets upset.

The whole thing ends with Laney coming home to find Zach waiting for her to make sure she’s okay, which is sweet and all but like I can’t help wondering how long he had just been standing there waiting. Especially since it seemed like her dad was just ignoring him. That’s just a funny image to me. Anyway, they dance in the backyard. They kiss. It’s cute. Zack loses the bet so he accepts his diploma naked which I’m pretty sure is indecent public exposure but sure.

Overall it’s a very cute movie. The clichés are sort of made up for by all the weird 90s movie things. Plus it has a pretty great soundtrack. I know I sort of really went in on this movie but to be honest I really enjoy watching it. I’m not sure why. It’s pretty bad when you think about it any deeper than surface level. But it’s also just really fun and the characters are weird and there’s too many duffel bags to be normal and it’s just funny. It’s really weirdly funny. And it has that same non-conclusion that a lot of teen rom-coms have where they just can’t really give you all that much and just make sure they’re happy even if you know there is no way they can continue a relationship outside of high school. It may sound like it, but I’m not mad at it. If you haven’t already I’d say watch it. Watch it as a relaxing mindless good time activity. At the very least you won’t be bored, but if you get sympathy embarrassment like I do then maybe skip a few parts.

As of right now this movie is not available for free on any streaming sites (yes I own it on DVD don’t @ me)

Final Verdict:

Actual movie review: 6/10

How fun is it to watch?: 8/10

[vulpes-incendium]

Swan and Phoenix

For @hongice-week

Sep 4: Nyotalia or College/High School AU

Juniper met the school representative from Iceland, they discussed their names.

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Juniper/Ka Fung = nyo!Hong Kong

Svanþrúður = nyo!Iceland

(please DON’T use Ka Fung as nyo!HK’s Chinese name, at least not the “Fung” for phoenix, you’ll know why when you read this lol)

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Juniper hated it when she had to join the cultural exchange programme as the school representative. She was chosen because of her good English skills and also how presentable she is. But she hated it when she had to introduce herself to new people.

It was with an Icelandic school this time. Juniper didn’t know a thing about Iceland, the only thing she knew was it’s far away from Hong Kong and it’s probably cold all the time. She still hoped that their representative could speak English well so that they won’t have problems communicating, well, as a school representative it’s actually a requirement anyway.

Wow, this girl surely looks different, she thought. She had met westerners before, many pale blond people, but she had never seen anyone so pale before. Wow, her skin is so white and oh my gosh her hair is almost white! Has she seen the sun before? Juniper of course kept all these thoughts in her mind, she bore the school’s reputation after all. Juniper noticed the name badge the girl was wearing and started to panic.

Svanþrúður Lúkasdóttir

For goodness’ sake, how on earth do you pronounce that name? And what’s those weird alphabets? Oh my words, I’m surely gonna embarrass myself. Juniper’s face remained calm and nonchalant, the perfect facade she had trained herself to master. The girl offered her hand and Juniper shook it out of manner.

“My name is Svanþrúður.”

Juniper got nervous, she didn’t like it when she wasn’t ahead of the situation. “S-svan… what again?”

“Svanþrúður.” she said, holding her name badge up to Juniper.

Juniper rolled her eyes on the inside, like as if that could help. “Um, how do you pronounce that er… p or is it b?” She squinted her eyes, pointing at the “þ”.

The shy Icelandic girl seemed to be used to this kind of question, so she explained, “That’s a þ (thorn), like the ‘th’ in 'thing’.”

“Okay, and the…”

“That’s a ð, like the 'th’ in 'this’.” Svanþrúður interrupted. “Svanþrúður.”

Juniper does like a good challenge, since she had lived in many countries, she was no stranger to new languages, but Icelandic is definitely a challenge for her. Being also a musician and a native tonal language speaker, she had a sharp ear for sounds. Both “þ” and “ð” sounded like “the”, but “ð” seemed to be a bit softer, with less air. Juniper concentrated her thoughts. There’s no languages she couldn’t handle.

“It’s okay. You can call me –“

“Svanþrúður.” Juniper pronounced it perfectly. Though not showing on her face, she was smiling smugly deep down as she saw Svanþrúður’s surprised and satisfied face. “Svan” sounds like swan, she wondered if the name has any relations to it. “So, what does your name mean?”

“It means like a swan!” Svanþrúður answered right away, more happily than when she introduced herself to the others as this was the very first time a non-Icelander had gotten her name right. She was even more impressed by Juniper because her mother tongue is so much more different to Icelandic than western languages.

Swan. It does suit her very well, with her pale complexion and almost white-looking hair. Juniper thought.

“So I see your name is Juniper.” Svanþrúður gestured to the name badge Juniper was wearing. “But, what’s your real name?”

Ah, this typical question again. Juniper had gotten a bit annoyed by this question, Juniper is her real name her parents had given her, in fact, her whole family had been calling her “Juniper” exclusively her whole life instead of her Chinese name, like a lot of people from Hong Kong. “Well, Juniper is my real name. If you’re asking my Chinese name…” She bit her lip, not wanting to say it out loud. She met Svanþrúður’s large violet eyes, her face softened by the innocent looking gaze. Shutting her eyes a little, she said softly, “I-It’s… Ka Fung. Wong Ka Fung.” She lowered her head, feeling embarrassed. “It means joy and phoenix.”

Confused by Juniper’s expression, Svanþrúður tilted her head. “That sounds nice! Do you not like it?”

Juniper sighed. “I hated it, it sounds old! So I have a twin brother called Leon. In Chinese, you called fraternal twins of different sexes 'Dragon and Phoenix twins’, so my parents named us that. Ka Lung sounds alright and cool, but for me… My name sounds like an old woman in her 80s.”

“I like your name.”

Juniper lifted her face, eyes meeting Svanþrúður’s. She knew it’s stupid for a foreigner to judge a name without any knowledge of the Chinese language, she’d probably be surprised if she told her that her name sounded pretty much as old as 'Gretchen’ or 'Deborah’ or something. Thinking of that gave Juniper goosebumps everywhere. She’s a cool girl, man, imagine calling her Deborah, gosh. But Svanþrúður’s pure eyes washed away the thoughts, she looked so sincere that Juniper didn’t have the heart to reject her.

“Well, you have a beautiful name too.”

***

I had no idea what to write for this prompt, but thanks to @pixeltalia’s love for weird Icelandic-only names I got so inspired. He suggested Svanhildur and I decided to level it up to Svanþrúður cuz don’t we all love those Icelandic alphabets lol. Lúkasson was @LunaRose’s idea, I just changed it to the female version and only HK’s Chinese name was mine which I quickly regretted.

This basically included a bit of my rant on the western fanon names for the Asians lol. Yea, please DON’T use Ka Fung as nyo!HK’s name, makes me cringe lol (I mean technically Fung can also be “wind” too oh and mountain peak too for boys’ names idk but phoenix is a reaaaally old-school name for females). I think I saw a fanon name was Wong Ka Kei/Kay, that’s quite typical in HK, zero uniqueness but at least it’s a legit name (I know at least 10 Ka Kei/Ka Kay’s and that’s saying a lot if you are familiar with the Chinese naming system. I don’t know any Juniper at all, but I like the name somehow, the popular Leona is less common than Leon I’d say, but it exists in HK of course and I like the name too.

[okietrish]

Second Sun: pt. 1~ Greta Van Fleet

Hey guys! This is my first time writing anything like this. I’m a massive fan of Greta and have been pissed to find that there is no fan fiction anywhere!!!! So I took matters into my own hands. Feed back would be wonderful. I’ll take requests, all that Jazz, whatever y’all want I’m willing to give it a shot. Alright. Y’all enjoy this first part.

PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK

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Your mind isn’t a place that comes without chaos. It’s cloudy at times and riddled with worrisome thoughts and essentric dreams that spiral you into realizing that you’re not conventional in the least. This isn’t a new realization by any means, its obvious to you that your brain doesn’t function habitually. When you were younger you didn’t find yourself speaking your mind all that much due to anxiety, but you craved being heard, being noticed, being a person... that’s where writing came into play. It started off with poems, ridiculous journals that are so ‘edgy’ from when you were 12. It actually was “just a faze,” thank god, which made your mother happy...

Gradually through time and experience and aggressively going through far too many notebooks, your writing got far better, more natural for you, which lead to the true love of your life, music.

Music is constantly playing through your head, evident right now as you’re standing in line at Spill’n The Beans, hands down the best coffee shop due to the name alone. The people surrounding you look on curiously, unbeknownst to you, as you perform a detailed toe tapping/air drumming combo to the beat of You Shook Me by Zeppelin. The coffee shop wasn’t crowded this morning. Quiet, secluded, enough space around you to allow all of the thoughts and ideas to flow easily without the stress of other people to suffocate your mind. When you approach the front of the line you take your head phones out and get greeted by the warm, nostalgic smile of your best friend.

“Y/N, I’ve never been so happy to see your sexy self”

“My god Syd I saw you at home 40 minutes ago, miss me already?” You laughed at her look of betrayal knowing you’re in for a dramatic performance.

“Y/N Y/L/N I barely see you anymore and we live together. It’s all music now a days!” Her arms are on her hips now, mothering you like always. She complains of it, but you know deep down she loves to look after you.

You looked behind you making sure no one was in line waiting as she continued in a voice that was suppose to mock your own.

“‘Sorry love I have to practice bass.’ ’sorry Syd I have this tune stuck in my head and I need to go write’ ‘sorry Syd I’m just too fucking rock and roll to hang out with you and binge watch Harry Styles compilations anymore!’”

You looked at her for a moment, a smirk rising to your lips as your snorted a bit at your chaotic friend.

“Are you done?” You asked laughing.

“Yes, but I do miss you.” She said as she began making the same ice coffee combo you get every morning on your way to work, black cold brew with one pump of vanilla. A bitter sweet combo to kickstart your mind.

“I miss you too.” You spoke over the coffee machine. You did feel bad about not spending as much time with her as you wanted to.

“I get off tonight at 6, wanna have a movie night?” You offered.

Syd poked her head above the machine, her eyes crinkled, evident that she was grinning ear to ear.

“Nah I’m good.” She said smugly and ducked back down. If you rolled your eyes any harder they would be stuck.

“Got fuck your self, pick up snacks on your way home, I’ll grab McDonald’s. Lets have a date.” She handed you your coffee with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan. See you later sis.” She flipped you off as you walked out. It was a routine, a sign of love and endeaarance put into place god only knows how long ago.

Your drive to work was nothing abnormal. Songs shuffled and inspiration flew through your veins. Today you felt good. Hopefully it stayed like that, you thought.

You pulled up to Jackknife Records at 8:20am, 10 minutes early for your shift, per usual. Grabbing all of your belongings out of your car you made your way inside, immediately being greeted by your boss and owner of the store Rob.

“Morning Y/N!” His lanky arm waved happily towards you.

“Rob, my man, any cool drop offs last night?” You say making your way behind the counter to set down your stuff.

“There’s an old beat up Beatles White Album back there. She looks like she was used and loved, it’s still in great condition. It’s on my desk waiting for you.”

You always had this routine with Rob. If anyone dropped off some cool vinyls, or any odd ball things he thought you would enjoy he saved them for you in his office. You never asked him to, he just noticed you always bought records from the store so he quickly developed an idea for your taste. Which wasn’t really anything specific, if it had a good vibe you loved it. Good music is good music no genre or decade could put a box around it.

“You’re the best!”

You began your usual routine as Rob opened up the store. Stacking records, scanning and placing tags, the mundane things that brought the record store to life.

It was a slow day, seeing as it was Saturday morning and everyone was likely hungover from the night before. Days like this are your favorite, though you do enjoy busy days where you get to help people figure out their taste and what they want, or need, in their life musically, but days like this meant that you could listen to music and write.

Rob knew you got your work done through and through, so he was never bothered by you writing on the job or playing music for everyone to hear, occasionally even bringing your bass to work and playing in the corner. He knew you were a good worker and if anyone came in you’d take care of them. This place was like your home, had been for 2 years now since Rob offered you a job. He is an old family friend, went to high school with your dad way back in the day. So when you moved out to LA for school you dad made a phone call to Rob and he took you under his wing.

You helped out a few customers here and there, tidied up some more, but mostly all you did was listen to different music and sing along.

It was around noon now, so you began stocking some cd’s while Rob was behind the counter. Occasionally Rob would throw in a request here and there and take the store’s music into his own hands, which is why Whose Loving You by The Jackson 5 began playing over the speakers.

“Rob what the hell?” You laughed at him. You knew he put this on knowing it’s your go-to karaoke song. He does it at least once a week.

“Oh hush, no one is in here. Sing your heart out kiddo.” He joking dismissed you with his hand. You laughed at his ‘dad’ antics.

You continued stocking cd’s when your voice came in perfectly, the first run was second nature at this point.

“When I had you” you were being dramatic now, hand movements, extra ear plugging motions pretending like you were Christina Aguilera to be funny. Rob was laughing to himself as he walked into the back room. You continued, not even realizing he left.

“I treated you bad

And wrong, my dear

And girl since

Since you went away”

You were back to stocking CD’s when the hook came around, singing effortlessly, but eloquently.

“Don't you know I

Sit around

With my head hangin' down

And I wonder

Who's lovin' you”

You sang through the song, not even thinking about the notes at this point. This song was constantly on loop in your brain since your dad showed it too you some 15 years ago. You were within yourself in those moments. Oblivious to all around you other than your voice, the song, and the robotic motions of CD’s organization. The bell ringing on the front door didn’t register to you as you went about singing. It wasn’t until the song ended and another one came on that you didn’t recognize that you looked up and noticed four guys, around your age, looking at you curiously. They were still standing by the front door, seemingly frozen in their place as they looked on completely infatuated with the sight in front of them. You. The tall one with long brown hair down to his collar bones with a jean shirt on began clapping for you, thoroughly impressed. You became flustered immediately going into apologetic mode, per usual.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I didn’t even hear you come in.” You paused looking at them expectantly for you don’t know what, but they just continued looking at you, smiling.

You began again,

“Sorry umm... feel free to look around. Sorry for singing so loud... let me know if you have any questions.”

You walked back to behind the counter to switch the music again. You hooked up your phone and just pressed shuffle, trying to find something catchy, but mostly something to smooth out your nerves at the moment.

You felt a presence in front of you, looking up you discovered it was the guy who clapped before, his friends scattered about the store.

“Hey! Your voice is sick. Sorry we interrupted your personal concert.” His fingers were tapping on the counter as he looked at you. It seemed more like a habit to him, not necessarily a motion of impatience or anything like that. He was kind, immediately you picked up on that, his smile was endearing.

“Oh thanks! And don’t worry about it, I was just bored.” You smiled back. This seemed to guide him into the conversation.

“Cool store by the way. You seem to have a pretty legit collection. My brother’s, my friend and I were just walking past and just had to come in. The music guided us, ya know?”

You laughed a bit at his relaxed nature, seemingly mirroring your own. You haven’t met many people like that.

“I feel that, music can guide you anywhere. Most of the time it’s where you need to go most.” You said as matter of fact.

He put his hand up for a high five, which you granted, “Hell yeah. I’m Sam by the way.”

He stuck his hand out towards you again, this time for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Y/N.” You chuckled as you shook his hand. He turned towards the other guys and released your hand.

“Hey, losers, come here really quick.”

He turned back to you and smiled before turned to the guys again. He stepped to the side so they could see you.

“This right here is Y/N she is dope, so far, and has a sick voice and clearly good music taste because look at that Bo Diddley shirt. I need that shit. I mean... Come on! We’re best friends now.” He smiled at you with a cheesy look.

They boys and you laughed at Sam’s antics, it was obvious that they were beyond use to the ridiculousness of Sam’s personality by now.

You quickly said, “Hey!” to all of them and they introduced themselves to you.

The tall one, about Sam’s height, walked up to you first. He was wearing a t-shirt with a very delicate floral design on it partnered with black shorts that hit just above his knee. His Birkenstock’s were well worn it, but in decent shape. He looked relaxed and childish in a way, a trusting face. Someone you could tell everything to, very trusting.

“Hey Y/N, I’m Danny. Nice to meet you! Love the shirt.” His smile was contagious. A kind soul. You smiled, your mouth opening to reply before someone spoke up.

“Your outfit in total is just suburb. The shirt, the high waisted shorts, the Birkenstock’s. Fantastic. I’m Josh by the way.” You were overwhelmed but not frightened in the least by his quick words. He seemed friendly as well, he spoke with his hands, twisting them, retailing every syllable with a flick of a finger. Very unique. That uniqueness ran through to his outfit. Short red shorts, a black flowing shirt decorated with layered necklaces with different details on each.

You smiled in your reply, “you’re very kind, also where the hell did you get your shoes, I love them.” They were small, black Toms looking shoes.

Josh smiles at you sweetly, even more in tuned with the conversation, which you didn’t think was possible, “Well you see, they are 100% recycled material. You can wash them and they have a lifetime warranty. I can give you the website, love them!” All the boys seemed to laugh at Josh’s enthusiasm.

The unnamed one speaking up, “Oh please don’t get him started on those damn shoes!” He laughed while stroking his bottom lip with his right thumb and pointer finger. “I’m Jake by the way. Lovely to meet you.”

Jake was intriguing to you. He carried himself differently than the other boys, as far as you could tell. Still kind and light hearted, more monotoned. He work black skinny jeans, brown boots and a grey t-shirt topped with a brown floppy hat.

You smiled at all of the boys.

“You guys seems cool. What brings you down here?” You move so you’re sitting on the counter, having a feeling you will be talking for a while.

Josh spoke up first, “We’re recording some songs at the moment, trying to get to an album, but we got stuck. So we decided to get some inspiration out here.”

The way he spoke was captivating, confident in a way that captured everyone’s attention. You were fascinated.

“LA is inspirational if you allow it to be. Are you guys all in a band?”

They all nodded their heads yes.

“Alright who does what? Wait can I guess?!” You we’re excited.

“Hell yeah go for it.” Sam said. They all stood in a line, it looked as if they were in a police line up, you giggled but stared at them intently.

“Alright... Danny, you’re the drummer.”

“Fuck you’re good!” Danny said laughing and stepping out of line walking over to you giving you a high five.

“It’s the arms my man, dead give away.” You smiled at him and continued. “Sam... singer? No. No. No. guitar?” You questioned. Crossing your arms, looking far to serious for this situation.

“Ha! No! I’m bass and keys baby!” He then played air piano aggressively and walked over to stand with Danny.

You laughed and continued.

“Josh, you’re obviously the singer.” You said with false confidence.

“Woah!” Josh was shocked. “What’s so obvious about it!?”

“My friend, you annunciate your words eloquently, so it was a good guess.” You said smiling at the curly haired man.

“Touché Y/N. Touché.” He walked towards the other boys while staring you down jokingly.

You hopped off the counter walking towards Jake. Jokingly inspecting him you walked around him pretending to judge him harshly.

“Hmmmm... Jake Jake Jake.” You stopped standing in front of him, looking up into his eyes. You were taken aback a bit by his steady glare, a smirk appeared on his face.

“You, darling, are a guitar player.”

He smiled at you, “oh yeah?”

You walked away jokingly confident, “yes of course, your hands are calloused to all hell.”

Sam jumped towards you throwing his arm around you, “Damn Y/N 3/4 ain’t bad at all!”

They all laughed along. You realized you knew what they all played, but no idea what band they were in.

“Wait, what’s the name of the band. Maybe I have heard of you!” You looked at Sam expectingly.

“Greta Van Fleet.” He said nodding his head down firmly, seemingly proud.

“What kind of music do y’all play?”

“Give me your phone I’ll show you!”

You grabbed your phone, unlocking it and handing it to Sam. He immediately opened Spotify. While Sam was looking them up Josh looked like he got an idea.

“Y/N you should come by tonight! We’re having a bonfire, it’ll be fun!”

You go to reply but the sound of a guitar blaring through the speakers interrupts your train of thought. You’re instantly taken aback by the music. Immediately feeling your body bounce with the beat, you begin to press your fingers on your right hand to your thumb. An anxiety coping mechanism that centers your focus onto one thing. It’s a habit of yours.

The boys look at you curiously again, but you don’t notice.

Jake smiled and explained, “This is Black Smoke Rising.”

You agknowledge him with a smile and a head nod. Far too into the music to reply. This always happens to you, your ear for music goes beyond the lyrics and main instruments. You’re a song writer through and through, you connect with songs in a euphoric way, and uncontrollable reaction.

The song comes to an end. The boys look at you, waiting for your response. You stared at all of them, taking your time looking at each and every one of them for a moment.

“Guys, that was absolutely sick. That’s just... Sam give me my phone.”

He immediately handed it over to you.

You quickly save their music to your library and follow the band.

“We have a new fan!” Josh says with a smile as wide as his face. He continues, “so will you come tonight? Please?” He batts his eyes at you pleading.

You hesitate, “I would love to, but I have plans with my best friend Syd tonight. I can’t bail.”

All the boys looked at you, evidently bummed by your answer. Jake is the one who spoke up.

“See if she wants to come! If not, that’s fine. Here, put your number in my phone. I’ll text you the details.” He handed you his phone. As you typed in your number you said hopefully,

“Perfect! I’ll see what I can do!” You smile at all of them, Jake opened his mouth to say something when the front door bell rang followed by a group of teenagers coming in the store. You looked over seeing that the group was looking a little lost.

“Well boys, it was lovely to meet you, but I do have to get some work done. I get off at 6 tonight, so I’ll let you know if I can make it!”

The guys looked at you with big smiles filled with excitement.

“Wonderful!” Sam said clapping his hands together. “Just let us know!” He smiles and have me a side hug before walking towards to door. Josh said goodbye to me next with a hug and an excited clap of his hands, leaving with a wink causing you to laugh. Danny walked over to you and gave you a sweet side hug, “Hope you can make it tonight Y/N!” He waved to you while he walked away.

You smiled and waved as he walked out the door, chasing after the other boys who were out of the store by now. Your eyes fell to Jake who looked at you with an amused face.

“What?” You looked at him and giggled.

“You’re just...” He shook his head and smiled at the ground before continuing, “I hope you come tonight Y/N.” He took a step towards you and stopped, shuffling his feet, debating something, before walking towards the door. He stopped and looked back at you, “I’ll text you, alright?” You nodded your head towards him and waved goodbye before he walked out the door.

You went back to work, helping the other customers in the store before finishing your cd stocking. Rob came back out from his office and sent you on your much needed lunch break.

You made your way to the back room with your lunch box in hand, a nervous smile spreading on your lips while you pulled out your phone quickly typing in Syd’s contact to shoot her a text.

Y/N: Soooooo... How do you feel about going to a bonfire tonight instead a movie night🤗

Syd: Y/N. I don’t like people. You know this.

Y/N: Yes, but I will still buy you McDonalds, and there will be cute boys👏🏻

Syd: I mean... you had me with the nuggets, but boys help. You owe me. ����🏻

Y/N: 🖕🏻❤️

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THANK YOU FOR READING!

SHOOT ME SOME FEEDBACK LOVES!

-Trish

[forhelvede]

Where the Storm Meets the Ground Ch. 1

Where the Storm Meets the Ground

A Stranger Things fanfic where SOMEBODY isn’t going to die because omg how mean! Just a weird idea about Alexei and the gang I had in my head. I like writing about Lady Agents.

Chapter 1- Tired of Waiting

She had been busy on a case in downtown St. Louis when her superior called in. Allegedly, an actual Russian scientist was at Murray Bauman’s house.

That paranoid idiot had an actual Russian at his house.

She couldn’t believe it.

Laurie Miller had spent the past fourteen years in the FBI working undercover at various points in Russian organizations. One of her aunt’s had married a Russian man at the height of the Red Scare and before he got arrested and deported for no reason other than he was an intelligent Russian man, Laurie had learned enough Russian from him to know she wanted to learn more. She studied on her own and then took Russian all through University.

So when she joined the FBI at 22 with her International Relations and Russian Majors, they took her straight away and put her undercover whenever they could. She mostly worked translating communications.

And now here she was, on the way to the house of one of the most paranoid people she had had the misfortune to come across. She and Murray had met a couple of times before and each time was a misery for her. Laurie just couldn’t stand paranoid people.

They sucked all of the fun out of everything.

The drive from St. Louis to Sesser was annoying long and although Laurie knew she wasn’t going to like was at the end of this trip, she was sort of looking forward to it. She had only six more years before she could retire and if she could get at least one more promotion, she would be set up fairly nicely in her retirement. Getting her hands on a legit Russian scientist would almost certainly guarantee her a promotion.

And maybe this would finally get Murray off her radar.

It was after lunch by the time Laurie finally pulled into Murray’s “driveway”. She had never been to his home/bunker, but unbeknownst to him, she, and the FBI, had always known where he lived.

But Murray was a headache, not an actual problem.

Laurie put her car in park and turned it off. She sat there for a moment, the air turning off and feeling the heat penetrate into the car. Her job was fairly quiet; Laurie never saw much action and she preferred it that way. She sighed, grabbed her suit jacket off the passenger’s seat, and got out of the car. She gave herself a minute to put the jacket on and straighten herself up before walking up to the metal door. Nothing like pretending like she wasn’t sweating to a disgusting degree.

Laurie banged loudly on the door and waited, the sun beating down on her.

“Uhh…is that-is that you, Miller?” Murray said a minute later, clearly annoyed and surprised by her presence.

“Open the fucking door Murray; it’s hot as fuck out here. My hairspray will only hold for so long.”

Nothing happened.

“MURRAY!” she yelled. The drive from St. Louis had clearly annoyed her more than she expected. Her jaw clenched as the anger and annoyance rolled through her.

A moment of hesitation and then a buzzing sound and the door began to open. Laurie let herself in.

“Special Agent Miller, was it?” Murray said, stopping her just inside the doorway. He was stalling her. She tried not to grimace at the ugly jean shorts he was wearing and the white tank top, but she was certain she made some sort of face.

“Very good, Murray. You remember me. It’s been what, two years? Look at you, still paranoid as fuck.” Laurie smiled sweetly.

“Um, so...um, you know where I live?” he asked, genuinely confused and she could hear the paranoia coming out.

“Wait…Laurie?” a deep voice called from another room.

Laurie turned, remembering that voice, but trying to recall from the depths of her memory of who the voice belonged to.

Her heart dropped when she recognized the man coming out from a room in the depths of Murray’s bunker.

“Fucking hell...Jim?” Her heart began to beat quickly in her chest. It just couldn’t be?

“Uh, wait, you two know each other?” Murray said, standing too closely to Laurie.

She groaned and smacked him in his chest with the palm of her hand, not even looking at him. She heard what sounded like him hitting the ground and Jim frowned at her, disappointed, but Laurie didn’t care.

“Laurie,” he admonished her.

Jim Hopper. The asshole had been her brother-in-law for about eight years, in what seemed like another lifetime. The last time she had seen him was sometime in ’78 before Jim and her sister had divorced. Not long after their daughter died.

“Fucking hell, Jim, what are you doing at fucking Murray Bauman’s house?”

He gulped somewhat nervously, putting his hands on his hips over a ridiculously ugly floral shirt. “Well, what are you doing at fucking Murray Bauman’s house?” he shot back at her.

Laurie narrowed her eyes at him angrily. “I’m fucking FBI, Jim. I’m doing my job. What are you doing here?”

“Still in the FBI, huh, Laurie? That’s good. That’s great! How long has it been?”

“JIM!” she yelled. What was it with men today?

He jumped slightly and shrugged. “It’s a long story, Laurie.”

She sighed, her shoulders dropping. “Jim, for fuck’s sake man. It’s been a long day for me. Where’s the Russian?” she asked, skipping to the point.

He looked slightly surprised. “Rus-russian? What Russian? Murray speaks Russian.”

Laurie sighed loudly and threw herself into the nearest chair. “I’m so fucking tired, Jim. I know there was a Russian here at some point.” She slammed her eyes shut, squeezing them tightly to try and block out everything. “Just please, somebody tell me what’s going on.”

“Uh, well, there maybe was a Russian here, but not anymore,” Murray said, almost convincingly.

“Then why is Jim still here?”

“Just…talking.”

“You know Murray, I’m pretty sure I could shoot you and get away with it.”

Silence hung in the air for a moment. “I need you to promise to listen first,” Jim said, apparently walking further into the room.

Laurie thought about threatening him too, but a vision of his daughter, her niece, bald and dying in the hospital, crossed her mind. So Laurie sat up in the chair and opened her eyes. “Alright Jim, tell me what’s going on. I promise not to shoot Murray until after you tell me what’s going on.”

She waited as Jim took a seat on the couch in front of her and began to talk. Laurie listened to this complicated tale about Russians and a gate and a mall and on and on. She tried to keep her face neutral as her ex-brother-in-law spoke. The Red Scare had long been trumped up. Yes, there was a problem, but the problem was two-sided. Laurie had seen this plenty in her time in the FBI. America was not an innocent bystander in this.

But a gate that led to another dimension? Monsters? It was too much.

“…and that’s why we took Smirnoff…”

“ALEXEI!” a woman shouted from another room. Laurie startled at the sound. She knew there was a Russian here, but another woman too?

“And I can tell you don’t believe me,” Jim finished, slapping his hands on his legs.

Laurie smiled softly. “I do believe you,” she said, lying. “Especially because you have this Russian here and I think I know you.” Truth was, Laurie wanted to believe him. But the last time she had seen Jim, he had been depressed and knee deep in a drinking problem. “So, Jim, let’s go ahead and bring the Russian out and I’ll see what he has to say. Okay?”

Jim hesitated.

“I need you to trust me, Jim. Please.”

After another moment of hesitation, Jim nodded. “Joyce,” he called out, presumably to the woman who had yelled at him.

Laurie turned to watch as a young man in a dirty white shirt walked out of a room with an older woman. The guy looked fairly young with big gold glasses and curly hair. His clothes seemed slightly big for him, making her wonder if he had lost weight working hard or if the Russians just hadn’t tried to give him good clothes? Laurie tried to keep her face neutral.

Murray and Jim didn’t know that Laurie spoke Russian. A side-effect of working for the FBI meant she tried to keep as much possible close to the chest. One run-in with Murray had her completely pretend to not understand Russian, so today was going to be interesting.

The Russian walked through the room timidly, not meeting Laurie’s eyes. He sat next to Murray on one of the couches, avoiding Jim. The woman, Joyce, sat next to Jim.

Laurie smiled at Joyce. “Hi, I’m Laurie.”

“I’m Joyce. Hop and I went to high school together,” she said, volunteering information that Laurie hadn’t asked for.

Laurie looked at Jim, smirking. “Of course.”

“Our kids are friends,” he added and seemed to immediately regret that.

“Kid? Oh?” She cocked her head.

“This probably isn’t the time,” he said softly, wanting to avoid the topic, particularly, Laurie was sure, with her.

“No, probably not,” Laurie agreed, shaking her head. She leaned forward slightly on her knees. “But we’re going to talk, Jim.” She turned her attention to the Russian scientist, trying to relax her body language and she smiled softly at the young man. “Hi.”

He smiled timidly at her, looking at Jim first.

“Alexei, is it?”

He nodded silently.

“Well, introduce me, Murray.”

Murray turned to Alexei and began speaking in Russian. “This is Special Agent Laurie Miller with the FBI. She can be trusted, I’m pretty sure. Apparently, she and Hopper know each other.”

Alexei looked over at her when he mentioned the FBI in concern, but then looked back at Murray. “Can she help me defect?”

Murray shrugged. “Probably.” He looked at Laurie. “If he helps us stop this disaster, can you help him defect?”

Laurie considered it. If this thing was actually happening, if there really was some crazy plot with the Russians and some gate, then his help would be quite beneficial. “I’m sure something can be worked out.”

“If this is real, you mean,” Jim interrupted.

She tried not to roll her eyes. “Jim,” Laurie said quietly, looking over at her former brother-in-law. “I told you I believe you.”

“And yet,” he said, “I know that tone of voice.”

“Oh, do you?” she snapped. Laurie stood up from the couch, towering over Jim, fully knowing if he stood up he would tower far over her. She leaned over slightly, glaring at him. “I’ll fucking shoot you,” she whispered in menacing voice, fully meaning her threat. She hadn’t forgotten how Jim had lost it after Sara’s death, how he had left Diane alone in her grief. Laurie hadn’t forgotten any of it. “The FBI won’t care.”

Laurie wasn’t usually this angry, but the combination of a long drive, the Red Scare, Murray, and running into Jim had combined to make her utterly miserable and irritable.

Jim regarded her carefully for a minute before nodding. “That I believe.”

“Good, then shut your fucking mouth,” she snapped again. She waited as Jim’s eyes went wide and then he leaned back in the couch. Behind her, Murray had been translating for Alexei, adding a little bit of exaggeration, she noticed.

“Uh, I’m guessing there’s some back story here?” Joyce said, looking between Laurie and Jim.

“A little,” Laurie admitted as she sat back down. She looked back at Alexei. The man was regarding her cautiously, but she could also see the telltale sign of respect. Laurie had a feeling, based on Jim calling him Smirnoff instead of his name, that Jim hadn’t been very nice to Alexei. She wanted to talk to him in Russian, to try to tell him she was, if he was being sincere, on his side. “Alexei, tell me what’s going on.” She gazed over at Murray. “And be sure to translate correctly. I want his side of the story, not yours.”

Murray nodded and spoke to Alexei. Alexei took a deep breath and began his story, of working on the key in Russia before coming to America to work on the key in Hawkins. Laurie listened carefully, tuning out Murray’s pointless translations, while also trying to pretend she needed his translations. The kid at least did a better job of convincing Laurie that this stuff was actually happening.

Or maybe her hatred of Jim was clouding her biases.

“I can help them turn it off. I will help them turn it off,” Alexei finished.

Laurie waited for Murray to finish his translation and then she smiled and nodded. Laurie sat back in her chair and closed her eyes, arms crossed across her chest.

First things first, should she punch Jim in the face?

Maybe, if an appropriate situation came up.

Second, did she believe this?

Well, it was kind of easy to believe that the Russians were plotting something in America, but a gate to another dimension? That seemed a little farfetched.

But was it really like Jim to believe in something so insane?

It had been seven years since her niece Sara Hopper had died from cancer. Her death had destroyed Jim and Laurie’s sister Diane, unsurprisingly. Laurie was able to get transferred to New York to be close to her sister and give Diane any support she could in Sara’s last months. Even before Sara died, Jim had begun drinking. He was good enough to not drink before going to the hospital to see Sara, but at night, Laurie noticed him drinking a lot.

It got worse after her death and it took about a year for Diane to decide to leave Jim, something that had been difficult for her to do.

In the almost ten years that Laurie knew Jim, she had never known him to believe in crazy things. He believed in what he could see.

So the fact that he was peddling this to her did make her pause.

But what if Jim had changed? What if his alcoholism led to him believing crazy stories?

Third, what could she do about the Russian?

If she believed this story, then she had to ask herself if Alexei actually wanted to help.

And if he wanted to help, then she had to ask herself if she could help him defect. She had done that for three other Russians over the past ten years. It wasn’t beyond the realm of what she could do as an FBI Agent.

“Um-” Joyce started to say, but somebody shushed her.

Laurie took another deep breath and let it out slowly. She had to make a choice, here and now.

She opened her eyes and sat back up and looked at Alexei, really looking at him. It was usually impossible to judge a person based on a first interaction, but he seemed sincere. He was a dangerous man, but perhaps he also seemed like he did want to help.

So she’d let him help.

“Let’s do this, then.”

[ineffablepjm]

No Panties - One Shot

Notes - Hi guys! So I randomly got really inspired to write a JK one shot while I was at f21, this legit was all inspired by a dress I saw lmao. I hope you guys enjoy this <3, let me know if you want a PT 2!

Triggers - Smut, Oral, Fingering, Dirty Talk

Word Count - 3.8k

“I just don’t understand why I have to like someone that bullies me!” You groaned out and threw yourself on your best friend, Jimin’s bed. He smiled and shrugged.

“That’s typical guy behavior, he has a crush on you.” He spoke and shrugged. “Or maybe he hates you.” You groaned and rolled your eyes. You and Jimin had known each other since you guys were only in the 1st grade, ever since then you’d be inseparable. However, you and Jimin never developed feelings for each other even though the two of you acknowledged that you were both good looking, The bond of brother and sister was way too strong to break for a relationship that most likely wouldn’t work because of the differences you did have. “You know what you need to do?” He questioned. “Show up to school without panties, get him into a quiet location and show him you’re not one to mess with.” Immediately you sprang up and stared at Jimin.

“Are you crazy? First of all, I don’t know how to get him alone with me, and second of all I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I pretty much only wear dresses to school and if my dress rises up everyone will know.” You shook your head. “Plus you know I tutor Namjoon, and if he finds out it’ll be awkward.”

“Please, you’re acting as if Namjoon hasn’t had his fingers buried in you before, listen everyone and their mom knows that you and Namjoon tutor and that’s just code word for, he fingers you and calls it a day. Why don’t you date Namjoon?” Jimin asked sitting on the ground stretching out his legs. He was a dancer so he was constantly stretching and or practicing dance moves since he was on the dance team, and at the end of the semester, he’d be going to a very prestigious performing arts university.

“Chim, Namjoon is good for a quick getting off session, not for a committed relationship. Plus you know that I like Jungkook even though he’s a total ass to me.” You sighed. “Namjoon doesn’t give me the butterflies that Jungkook does.” Jimin nodded and shrugged throwing his arms behind him and stretching.

“I’m saying do what I said. It’s a solid plan.” He smiled.

You sighed softly staring into your locker. You had done what Jimin said the previous night and here you stood not wearing any panties underneath your dress. You felt extremely self-conscious and you kept pulling down your dress as if that would hide the fact that your face was now a permanent shade of pink. From the corner of your eye, you saw him approaching your locker. He had his books in his hand and he was smiling. “Hey _____.” Namjoon spoke. You turned to face him and smiled.

“Joon, hey. How’d your test go?” You asked the last time you ‘tutored’ him he had an upcoming math test.

“It went well thanks to you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You were caught off guard and you stared at him for a second. Namjoon was the type of guy who usually liked to show his affection in public, and it always made you uncomfortable because you clearly didn’t feel the same way he did.

“O-oh well um that’s great, I have a test so I have to go to class.” You quickly shut your locker and smiled at him before turning your heels and walking the opposite direction of him. From across the hall, Jungkook leaned against his locker, he had seen the whole scene, starting from the moment you continued to pull your dress down.

“Did you notice that ____ was acting a bit strange?” He questioned to his best friends, Yoongi and Hoseok. They both glanced at Jungkook and chuckled. “I mean and not to forget that asshole just fucking kissed her cheek as if he was dating her.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Hoseok ruffled his hair and then leaned down to tie his shoe. “It’s clear you like her man, who bothers a girl as much as you do? And who cares as much as you do?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and picked his bag up from the ground. “Shut the hell up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” And with that, he walked off in the direction you went. You stood outside of your homeroom and stared at the sheet of paper that you were studying from when he interrupted. “What is it with you and dresses ____? You always wear them. Do you like your legs? Is that what it is, you like showing them off?” He asked and licked his lips.

“J-Jungkook..” You mumbled and then glanced down at your legs suddenly feeling self-conscious and once again pulling the dress down, Jungkook, of course, was taking notice of your actions.

“Why do you keep doing that? You don’t normally do that.” He pointed at your hands that fisted the hem of the dress. Your cheeks turned bright red and he cocked his head. You had no idea that Jungkook paid such close attention to you that he noticed when you did something odd. “What? Are you not wearing panties?” He chuckled and when he realized you were even more red-faced he smirked. “You’re not?”

“N-no I am.” You spoke your voice shaking. “I just am... uh cold.” God, you were really bad at lying.

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head. “Did you leave the panties at home to make it easier for Namjoon to get into you?” He asked stepping closer to you, his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth. You quickly shook your head no. “No? So why then huh?” He was dangerously close. “Did you leave them at home so I could show you what it’s really like to get finger fucked?” You gulped. “Fuck ____, I knew you were dirty but I didn’t know you were filthy.” His words only made your knees weak and you knew that everything was saying was true and you also knew that he knew his effect on you. “Come with me to the bathroom. I’ll make you feel so good, better than Namjoon ever will.” He stepped closer and his body was practically pressed against yours.

“Jungkook-ah.” You mumbled and he smirked. He loved the sound of that, your soft sweet voice. “I-I can’t I have a test.” He nodded and stepped away from you. Jungkook stared at you for a second and he smirked looking at his feet.

“I’ll be in the 600 hall bathroom during 4th. Just so you know.” He winked at you and turned walking back towards his friends. You were stunned, this was the first time Jungkook didn’t make fun of you, instead, he was trying to make you feel good. Your knees still felt weak and it felt like you hadn’t taken a breath in forever. Wait till Jimin heard of this.

You sighed softly as you headed towards your 3rd period, your last class had you feeling all types of stupid. The test was nothing like the study sheets and it was nothing like you’d imagine, you thought you had been prepared but you clearly weren’t. When you walked into your 3rd period and sat down you placed your head down. If you failed this test it would bring your grade down tremendously and you couldn’t afford that when you were on the verge of going off to an Ivy League school. Yale, specifically. Ever since you were little you dreamed of attending and finally, your dream was so close to you. Throughout all of high school, you managed to stay above and beyond all your other peers and your friends assured you, you had nothing to worry about it but you still worried. Who wouldn’t?

Your thoughts clouded your brain so much you didn’t even notice your best friend sitting beside you until he spoke up. “I saw you and Jungkook this morning. He was very close to you. And if I’m not mistaken could’ve sworn I saw his hard-on.” He smirked. You looked over at your blonde best friend and rolled your eyes.

“Shut up Jimin, Jesus you’re worse than a girl, and to think you’re straight!” You shook your head. “You know a lot of people think you’re gay, and you just keep giving them reasons to believe so.” You smiled jokingly. Jimin simply shrugged and grinned.

“Hey they can think what they want, all that matters is that I know I like women and that I am my best friend is gonna get fucked by Jungkook, her high school crush.” He winked. “Ah so tell me details what happened?”

“Well...” you smiled and blushed. “He knows about... you know.” You pointed at your crotch. “I didn’t really have to say much I think my face gave it away. He wants to meet in the bathroom during 4th.” You confessed and hid your face behind your hands.

“And I’m assuming you’re going?” He questioned.

“Well, I’m not sure... I don’t wanna just fuck him... I really like him despite his asshole antics, I think he’s cute and I wanna get to know him.” You said sheepishly. Jimin rolled his eyes and chuckled leaning back in his chair. He didn’t say anything just shrugged and started writing in his notebook. You knew what you wanted was a lot to ask and you knew that Jungkook had not had a girlfriend at all his entire 4 years of high school. He was known as the player, he got the girls he wanted and that was it. Then he left them. But you wanted more, you wanted to be that girl that broke his way. Cliche, you knew that but it didn’t matter.

You pulled your notebook out of your bag and opened it up to a blank page. You didn’t take notes instead you doodled, your mind was too clouded with thoughts of Jungkook that it was hard to concentrate on anything else. The teacher went on about his lesson and for the first time in what seemed like forever, you weren’t paying attention to a word he said, all you could think about was the way that Jungkook’s hands would feel against you.

Soon enough class was over and as you put your notebook away Jimin glanced at you once more. “Well? What’s the plan?” You looked over at him and stood pulling your dress down.

“I don’t know Chim.. what would you do?” You sighed softly.

“Well if it was someone I really liked to the point where I wanted to date them, I wouldn’t go because my feelings would get hurt, but ____ if I can live with the fact that I just got the best fuck I could and that was it then go,” Jimin spoke and you knew he was right. You nodded and smiled at him.

“I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” Jimin nodded and you waved bye as you made your way to the 600 halls. The entire walk you thought about all the different possibilities of what was about to go down. At this point, you no longer cared whether or not you’d get to call Jungkook yours.

By now the bathroom was in view and you saw a bunch of boys surrounding the entrance. Still, you didn’t see Jungkook. You decided to just go into the girl's room and wait it out.

“So let me get this straight, you told ____ to meet you in the 600 hall bathroom, so you could what? Finger her? Fuck her?” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. “Are we talking about the same ____? The one that you tease all the time?”

Jungkook nodded and sighed. “Yes, okay listen I know I’m always an ass to her but she’s literally the only girl who doesn’t flirt with me ever, she never tries to stand out for me, she stands out without trying.” He sighed. Yoongi laughed and looked at him.

“Dude you like her like actually fucking like her, you’re mixing your heart feelings with your dick feelings.” He laughed and shook his head. “Don’t fuck around with her man, she’s such a good girl, she’s got a lot going for her.”

Jungkook licked his lips, he knew Yoongi was right but how could he stay away from her? “I don’t have a lot going for me?” Jungkook groaned and Yoongi looked at him before they both chuckled. “You’re right.. so what do I do then? Avoid her?”

“Don’t go to the bathroom, go to class and just live your life. Forget about her man, she doesn’t deserve what Jungkook has in store for her.” Yoongi shrugged. “Cmon.” He said beginning to walk away. Jungkook glanced at the 600 hallway doors and sighed, he turned his back to it and walked to class. Jungkook wanted to think that he wouldn’t hurt her, but he knew that eventually would. He wouldn’t be able to be the man she deserved.

“So he never showed up.” You sighed talking to Jimin. He rolled his eyes and sighed. 

“I should’ve known better than letting you trust Jeon Jungkook.” He groaned. “Whatever honestly fuck him, you’re hot and Namjoon wants to fuck you so like I said screw him.” Jimin offered you his granola bar. 

“Thanks, Chim, you’re right, what was I thinking? I should’ve just gone to class, anyways, enough about Jungkook, he’s not important enough to be discussing him during lunch.” Jimin nodded in agreement and the two of you ate some snacks and talked about classes and about Jimin’s new conquest until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You quickly looked back and smiled to see Namjoon. “Joon hey.” 

Namjoon didn’t smile instead he took a seat beside you and pushed his tongue through the inside of his lip. “What’s going on between you and Jungkook?” He snapped. Your eyes widened and you shook your head. 

“Nothing, why would something be going on?” 

“Well, he just stopped me from coming in here to tell me to not speak to you.” Your eyes widened. “And if I recall I have never seen you talk to Jungkook a day in your life except when he’s making fun of you. So why the hell would he just come up and say that?” 

Quickly you shook your head and shrugged, you scanned the cafeteria till you saw him. “God..” He was staring right back at you a smug smirk on his lips. “I’ll be back, watch my stuff Jimin.” He nodded and you quickly stood practically jogging over to Jungkook. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to smirk as you stood in front of him. “What the fuck Jungkook? Why would you tell Namjoon to not speak to me?” 

“Follow me.” He said and began to walk off. You glanced back at Jimin and debated for a second before sighing and following. “He has to know that you’re not interested in him.” He began. “Plus I don’t really like him.” The two of you made your way towards the science hallways and he opened the empty classroom letting you in before coming in and shutting the door locking it behind him. 

“Jungkook, there is nothing going on between Namjoon and me, and if there was you have absolutely no say in anything.” You crossed your arms over your chest your jaw tight. You can’t believe he had the audacity when he just stood you up in the bathroom. 

“Oh ____, you’re so clueless, obviously Namjoon is crazy for you, or else why would he go and snitch on me?” Jungkook sat back on the desk. “Come closer.” You shook your head no. “Oh c’mon, you think I don’t know you spent 4th period in the bathroom waiting for me to come, why’d you go?” He smirked again. “I thought you weren’t gonna show up--” 

“Actually you didn’t show up!” You almost yelled your anger boiling up. “I spent all of my stupid 4th period sitting on a toilet just waiting and you never showed up.” Jungkook stood and came over to you, his hands reaching down to your hips, the sudden touch made you tense up and he looked at you. “Don’t, you lost your chance.” 

“Im sorry, I listened to Yoongi when I shouldn’t have.” He leaned in closer to you. “Forgive me, baby?” The pet name made your stomach crumble into a million butterflies and you tried stepping back but hit the desk behind you. “Baby please, let me make it up to you.” His half hooded lust filled eyes looked at you. 

“Jungkook we’re in a classroom.” You whispered. 

“And we were gonna do things in the bathroom, I don't know about you but I think the classroom is better.” he purred and leaned down softly kissing your neck. A soft sigh escaped your lips and he smirked. “Like that?” Jungkook proceeded to plant soft wet kisses down your neck and he reached your collarbone softly licking them. His hands traveled up to cup your neck and he pulled away from your neck to look at your closed eyes, he smiled and leaned in catching you by surprise. His lips were soft as they met yours and he started by kissing you softly. You reacted by kissing him back and sitting on the desk where your legs wrapped around his waist, your body was quickly becoming hot and you could feel the pulse in between your legs. 

Jungkook’s lips were so addicting and you swore you could stay like this for the rest of the day but he broke the connection and he smirked. “Fuck you look so good after a makeout, can’t wait to see what you’ll look like after you cum.” The words were so filthy but they were enough to make you wet. Jungkook’s hands met the hem of your dress and he hoisted it up around your waist revealing you completely naked pussy. Jungkook tucked his lip between his teeth and he allowed his hand to travel down towards your lips, with his index finger and ring finger he opened you up admiring the juices forming and slightly leaking. His eyes met yours for a second as you observed his every move. “Can’t believe you didn’t wear panties under your dress,” he mumbled and leaned down pressing chaste kisses against your inner thighs. “You’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you, baby.”  

You softly hummed and leaned back on the desk to get a better view. Jungkook was so mesmerizing, you never would’ve been able to resist him. His lips taunted around your thighs a bit more and then he rested his head on your thigh his eyes glancing from your eyes to your leaking entrance. He smirked softly and then softly used his middle finger to tease into your entrance. 

“O-oh.” You moaned out. Your eyes shutting, he slowly pushed his finger all the way in and began to pump into you. 

“Is this what Namjoon does to you when you tutor him?” He purred. He pumped his finger slightly quicker causing another moan from your lips. “Answer me.” He demanded. 

“Y-yes...” You moaned, the answer made Jungkook’s lip slightly twitched and he pushed in another digit without warning pumping you fast. 

“Do you moan his name?” He groaned and slightly nipped at your thigh. “I can’t believe he got to see you like this before me.” He continued his swift motions making sure that he focused purely on you and not on his tightening pants. He stopped pumping his fingers and then looked at you. “Let me fuck you, you’ll feel so fucking good.” Your eyes widened and you bit your lip softly. 

“I-I’ve never... Im a virgin.” You confessed and he smirked nodding. 

“I know, you’re pussy is still tight baby, Namjoon has slim fingers, he didn’t stretch you out much.” He spoke and smirked, your cheeks heated up and you shook your head. 

“Not here Kook.” He nodded understanding but just a little bit disappointed. 

“Let me make you cum at least.” You didn’t have a chance to reply when, he purred and slowly inserted his finger again, you moaned back and he pumped his finger quickly. Jungkook kneeled down and tucked his head between your thighs, his tongue lapped against your clit and his fingers pumped you slowly. He let his tongue slip right under his fingers where he could feel your juices leaking down, he removed his fingers from your entrance and his tongue made it’s way in. Your moans clouded the room and your hands found their way to Jungkook’s hair. 

“K-kook....” You moaned out. He smirked against you and moved up to your clit sucking on it and removing his mouth with a pop. His fingers jammed back into you without warning and he began to quickly and roughly fuck you with his fingers, the sound of his hand hitting your soft skin was filthy and the noise your pussy made when he entered and exited was just sinister. “Oh-oh!” Your moans were getting louder and Jungkook swore he could get off by just listening to your moans. “I-im c-clo--” You moaned out loud unable to finish. 

“I know baby, tell me does Namjoon ever finger fuck you this good?” He asked and continued his dirty moves. Your walls were clenching around his fingers and the heat in your stomach intensified as you felt your whole body twitch. 

“Jungkook-ah”! You moaned and laid back on the desk letting your orgasm take over your body. He smirked softly and removed his fingers from you watching your cum run down and fall onto the desk. He stood up and came towards you. 

“I want you to taste yourself, baby, because Jesus you taste good.” He practically moaned his words. Namjoon never had you do this. You opened your mouth slightly and Jungkook slid his fingers in, you wrapped your lips around his fingers and sucked your juices off, allowing your tongue to rub against his fingers. He slightly moaned and his free hand went down to his pants as he rubbed himself slowly. “You’re so good to me baby.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead removing his fingers from your mouth. 

Jungkook smiled and walked towards the front of the room grabbing some hand sanitizer and tissues, you got up and pulled your dress down. “You made such a mess.” He chuckled and cleaned up the desk where you had laid. You blushed hard and then looked at him. 

“S-so what now Kook?” You softly bit your lip. 

“Well, next time I catch you without any panties on, I’m gonna spread that pussy of yours,” He threw away the tissues and came close to you, his hands going back down to your waist. “And I’m going to shove my cock into your tiny hole and I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” His filthy words made you feel weak and you nodded. “Go back to lunch, and think about when you plan to not wear panties next.” He winked and let go of you exiting the room. 

“Fuck.” You breathed out and then bit your lip grinning. 

[immortal-imagines]

The New Avenger - Part 2

Summary: (Y/N) is Natasha’s niece and an Avenger in training. She is partnered up to train with another new Avenger, Bucky. It’s not long before a professional relationship starts to bloom into something more. How long can they keep their relationship a secret? This is set disregarding any events in Infinity War. This series is more about daily life with the Avengers, rather than in a set movie or time period.

Part 1 , Part 3 

(Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word Count: 1,458

A/N: Random fact, but as I was writing this, I was watching Jacksepticeye playing God of War and he made an Avengers reference (Steve saying “On your left”). I just found that a coincidence and thought I’d share!

“Lady (Y/N).” This silky tone of the God of Mischief rang out into the otherwise empty kitchen, making her jump.

(Y/N) composed herself, rolling her eyes. “I don’t have a title, Loki.”

“I know,” he smirked, elegantly standing from the bar stool he was somehow lounging on. He always looked so graceful, with his flowing cloak and long, jet-black locks. (Y/N) couldn’t help but find him a little attractive. Loki knew of his looks and used them heavily to his advantage. He may not have been the best looking of the two Asgardian brothers, but he certainly wasn’t unappealing.

Loki glided towards the kitchen counter, until he stood opposite (Y/N).

“It’s been terribly dull without your beautiful face around here.” As he said this, he reached a hand up to stroke her cheek. She shuddered under his touch.

“Good afternoon, Loki.” A new voice sounded in the kitchen. It was cold and harsh. Loki retracted his hand and turned to face the intruder.

“Ah, Sergeant Barnes,” he said, laced with sarcasm.

Bucky tensed up at the address. “’Bucky’ will do just fine thanks.”

(Y/N) moved to the mans side. She placed a hand on his arm and his shoulders immediately relaxed. “Fancy going out for lunch?” she suggested.

Bucky didn’t take his glare away from Loki when he responded, “Yes, that’s an excellent idea.”

Just as the pair where about to leave, the God of Mischief called after them. “You know, if you’re trying to hide your relations, you should really do a better job of it.”

Bucky whipped around and marched towards Loki. “What did you just say?” he spat in the gods face.

“I’ve just noticed the two of you are awfully close for training partners,” Loki held his hands up in surrender. “And if I’ve noticed, a mere god like me, then I’m sure someone like your dear aunt,” he looked at (Y/N), “will have suspected something.”

(Y/N) moved to Bucky and took his hand, pulling him away slightly from his tormentor. “Loki, please don’t tell anyone. We’ll inform the others when we’re ready.”

Loki nodded. “I will respect your privacy.”

(Y/N) smiled in thanks. “Come on, Buck. Let’s go.”

Just as they left the room (Y/N) heard Loki say, “It’s a shame such a beauty is spoken for.” She tutted and hoped Bucky hadn’t heard, but judging by how tightly he held her hand, she expected the worst.

~

The pair sat together at a table outside of (Y/N)’s favourite café. It was small and private, just how she liked it. Plus, they served the best cake in the world, at least in her opinion. Once they had ordered, (Y/N) noticed Bucky looking around nervously. His eyes shifted to the few people on surrounding tables, even to the waitress. (Y/N) reached over the table and squeezed his hand. “Calm down, Buck. No one is out to get you anymore. You’re safe.”

Bucky met her gaze and smiled slightly. With one more quick sweep of his surroundings, he leaned across and pecked (Y/N) on the lips. It was the first time he had been affectionate in public. It caught (Y/N) slightly off-guard and she sat back, stunned.

Bucky immediately looked worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “No, it was perfect. You just surprised me is all.”

It was a moment of perfect bliss. The pair sipped on coffee, ate cake and shared jokes. Bucky was usually so quiet, but in (Y/N)’s presence he opened up. He was able to relax, away from the Avengers and the pressures of training. Bucky hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.

“Shit,” (Y/N) muttered, standing quickly and grabbing Bucky’s hand. “We have to go.”

“What is it?” Bucky shot up, his fists clenched and expression hard. He was ready for a fight.

“It’s Vision and Wanda,” (Y/N) nodded her head to across the street, where the couple were looking in the window of an old antique shop.

“What are they doing here? I thought they were in Scotland?”

“Me too,” (Y/N) grumbled. Their one moment of peace had been broken.

~

Sneaking back into the Avengers building was surprisingly easy. Bucky went in through a back entrance, while (Y/N) went through the training room. She was sure no one would be there, as Vision and Wanda were clearly out, Tony was away with Pepper and Peter was at school. Nat had gone with Bruce to check in with some secret contacts in Africa. God knows what that was all about. (Y/N) didn’t care where Loki was. He had already made it clear that he knew more than he should. His brother was MIA, as usual. The only person she didn’t account for was Steve. She never really knew where he was, as he seemed to follow his own personal schedule. Unfortunately, at that precise moment, he was in the training room.

“(Y/N)! You’re back!” Cap called as soon as (Y/N) opened the door. “Nat said you got back this morning. How was the mission?”

“Tiring, as usual. Also, slightly pointless. I swear Tony just sends me on personal errands.” (Y/N) hugged Steve.

“Nah, he’s just testing you. He wants to make sure you’re loyal. We’ve all been through it, unfortunately. He’s away for another week, so hopefully you have some light relief!” Steve grinned, punching her arm lightly.

(Y/N) was just about to leave, but Steve called her back. “Hey, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“How’s Bucky? I know you guys train a lot together. Does he say much?”

(Y/N) shrugged, trying to hide her flushed cheeks. “Not much. We’re only together because we’re both new. I think Tony thought it would help us settle in.”

Steve nodded. “I just worry about him. It’s been hard since he was…” He looked down and his feet, shuffling a little.

“I know. He’s past that now, though. I promise, he’s doing a lot better,” (Y/N) reassured Cap.

“Thank you, (Y/N). He doesn’t speak to me much at the moment. I wish we could go back to how things were before.”

(Y/N) felt sorry for the man. His best friend had been through some life-changing stuff. That wasn’t something anyone could get over very easily.

“I think he just feels a little out of place. You’ve had a lot more time to settle in to modern-day life. He’s only just learning. Try and talk to him. I think that would help.” She smiled, turning to leave the room.

She hoped Steve wouldn’t suspect too much about her closer relationship with Bucky. It was clear to the others that Bucky confided in (Y/N) more than anyone else. That was something that couldn’t be hidden. (Y/N) just hoped the others didn’t read too much into it.

~

It was a few days since Bucky and (Y/N)’s lunch. Nat was back with Bruce from wherever they had been and (Y/N) sat with her aunt in the living room. The TV was on in the background, while the two women discussed (Y/N)’s last mission. (Y/N) sipped on a cup of coffee. It was relatively early and she was still in her pyjamas, a baggy t-shirt with ‘Stark Industries’ printed on the front, black shorts and fluffy slippers. Nat was in leggings and her favourite t-shirt, a bright green one with ‘Hulk smash!’ embroidered in large letters across the front. She loved it because it annoyed Bruce so much. She teased him relentlessly about his fan club, regardless of the fact that both her and her niece looked like Avengers fan-girls at that precise moment.

Wanda was at the breakfast bar, making a fruit salad. Vision sat across from her, flipping through that day’s newspaper. He paused on one page in particular and gasped. Wanda looked up from cutting fruit. “Vis?”

He shushed her, quickly, glancing over at Nat and (Y/N) on the sofa. He lifted the page to show Wanda and her hand went to her mouth, stifling a giggle. The headline read ‘A supersonic love for the new Avengers?”. Below it was a photograph of (Y/N) and Bucky. Bucky was leant over the table, kissing a shocked looking (Y/N).

Wanda had to bite her cheeks to stop herself from exploding into laughter at the tag-line: “It looks like these young lovers couldn’t keep their relationship ‘Loki’ for very long.”

Vision tutted and rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards.

“So, do you think Tony is just testing me? Or are these legit missions?” (Y/N) was asking Nat.

“He’s just warming you up. He’s getting you used to being a part of the team.”

“By sending me out on my own? That’s not very good team-building…”

“Oh my god!” Nat interrupted her, staring up at the TV.

[xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx]

Lyricist - Ryan Ross (Brother)

Request: Hey! I love your blog, could you do an imagine where Ryan is the readers little brother, she finds out Ryan is in a band when he thinks no one is home, and she starts to help the band write songs? Thank you!

Warnings: a little bit of alcohol

Word count: 1 451

Being home from College for a week and going to a party with all your high school friends was supposed to be fun, but this was far from fun. Maybe you just lost connection to all your friends, since they had stayed in your hometown while you had moved halfway across the country, maybe it was because you felt more at home with your college friends and always felt like you had defend every single decision to your high school friends. You did not want to say it was somebody’s fault, but maybe things would have been better if you had just met up for dinner. But now two of your formerly closest friends were drunk and screaming at each other, fighting about some guy they apparently were both into (you had no idea what was going on, nobody had told you anything), your best friend was making out with some hot footballer in the corner of the room and the rest of the group got high outside on some weed they had bought illegally the other day. You ran your fingers through your hair, desperately wishing to be able to simply vanish and finish the poem you had started writing before coming here. You felt like you had some really good ideas right now, but maybe it was the alcohol talking. With a sad sigh you looked at your fighting friends and decided that you had enough.

“Guys, hey, guys,” you shouted, pushing between the two angry people. “That’s enough now, stop it.”

“(Y/n),” your friend Clara started, “please tell Simone that it wasn’t my fau-“

“Of course it was your fault,” Simone interrupted her, “Maybe if you would have as-“

“Shut up! Both of you, just shut the fuck up!”

Much to your surprise they listened and two pairs of curious eyes were fixed on you.

“I came here to have a good time and this is far from a good time,” you shot them both glares before continuing. “Clara, I suggest you go find Felix in the garden and Simone, we’re gonna find you some water, okay?”

“What about Chris,” Simone complained while you dragged her to the kitchen, Clara on her way to the garden.

“The guy you’ve been fighting about? He can wait ‘till Monday,” you decided and handed your very tipsy friend a cup of water.

She eyed it suspiciously, but downed it.

“Thanks, (y/n),” she smiled.

You were just about to ask her about her new job at the book store, when she spotted someone in the hallway.

“Oh, there’s Trevor, I gotta say hello to him,” and suddenly she was gone, leaving you standing in the kitchen like an idiot.

“So much to ‘spending an evening at a party like the good old times’,” you mumbled disappointedly.

You spent a few more minutes strolling around the house, trying to find someone you could talk to, but you quickly gave up. You were tired and the two vodka shots from earlier made you a bit dizzy, so you decided to go home. You stepped outside the house, away from the music and the cheering people, pulling out your mobile to call your younger brother Ryan. He had gotten his drivers license just a few weeks back, so he could pick you up, since your father were spending the weekend at your grandma’s. The phone rang a few times but no one picked up. You called a few times more, not only on the house telephone but also on Ryan’s mobile, but your calls were left unanswered. Great, absolutely fantastic. With a deep sigh you turned left and started the walk homewards. It would take you a while, considering it was a few miles from here to your home, but you had no other choice.

After a few streets you started to enjoy the walk. The air was cool, but not cold. The sky was clear and you could see the stars even though the streets were lit up with lanterns. Grasshoppers were cricketing and here and there you could hear frogs. The walk cleared your head up a bit, making you think about the events of the evening. Maybe things had just changed. All your high school friends were still seeing each other regularly while you were so far away, no wonder you had lost the connection to them a bit.

You were still deep in thought when you reached your house, so you did not notice that the light in the living room was burning brightly, which was unusual, considering that your brother Ryan usually spent the whole day in his room. When you opened the front door, guitar music floated outside into the night air. You thought not much about it, since Ryan did play guitar, but suddenly the music stopped and there were voices, voices you did not recognize.

“Nah, that sounds just dump,” someone complained.

“Maybe if I play this rhythm underneath…” there was some tapping on what sounded like a pan.

“Still sounds dump. I don’t like the lyrics,” the first voice complained.

“Oh yeah? Just a minute ago you were still head over heels with this line,” now that voice you recognized as Ryan.

Carefully you tiptoed closer to the living room and peeked inside. You saw Ryan, guitar in his lap, sitting on the sofa, a second boy around his age sitting next to him, holding a guitar of his own. On the floor sat another boy, indeed sitting in front of a few pots and pans, holding a wooden spoon.

“It’s just no use if you can’t find a line to follow this one, maybe we should just change it,” the boy next to Ryan complained.

“Uh, what’s going on here,” you asked, pushing the door open.

Obviously none of the kids had expected to be interrupted, because they all turned to you, Ryan jumping up and almost falling over the coffee table.

“(Y/n), you’re home,” Ryan mumbled, the nervousness in his voice painful to you. “Didn’t you say you were out on a party?”

“Yeah, the party was shit,” you told him striding into the living room, taking a closer look at the two boys you did not know. “Who are you?”

“I’m Brendon,” the one on the sofa waved.

“And I’m Spencer,” the one on the floor added.

“And you are here because…?”

The three boys exchanged nervous glances.

“(Y/n), please, you can’t tell dad about this,” Ryan pleaded, looking at you with his beautiful, big, brown eyes, melting your heart a little. Damn, you always had a soft spot for your brother, even when he was doing dump shit.

“Tell him what,” you wondered.

“We’re a band,” he confessed, looking on the floor in shame.

You raised your eyebrows. “A band?” You looked over to Spencer who still sat in front of the pots and pans. “Please don’t tell me this is supposed to be your drum set.”

“We couldn’t just carry the drum set halfway through town,” Spencer explained, “so we improvised.”

You giggled.

“Alright, I see,” you looked back to Ryan. “And what is this band called?”

“Panic At The Disco,” Brendon announced proudly.

You giggled again, shaking your head amused.

“Okay, sounds legit. Just keep the volume low and no one will ever know you were here for a secret band rehearsal,” you winked at your younger brother who seemed to have a stone falling off his heart.

“Oh man, (y/n), you’re the best,” he grinned.

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled slyly and turned to the door. “If you need help with anything, let me know!”

You were almost out of the room, when Ryan called for you.

“There is actually something,” he told you. “A few years back you used to write these poems, didn’t you?”

You turned back around to him. “Yup, still do. Why?”

“Well, we’re kinda stuck with the lyrics somehow; do you think you could take a look?”

You could feel your heart speed up. In your opinion it was a big compliment to be asked if you wanted to help with the lyrics.

“Sure, where’s the problem?”

You spent the rest of the night until the early hours of the morning sitting in the living room together with Ryan and his friends. You laughed a lot, and together with Ryan you managed to puzzle together some amazing lines. You shared soda and chips and other sweets, sometimes took a break by singing songs from the radio and by the end of the night you had become the unofficial new member of Panic! At The Disco and Ryan warned you that this would not have been the last time they would ask you for help.

[butiaintgonnaloveem]

One for the Tropey Case

Characters: Sam, Dean, The Reader, others - just go with it

Warnings: SNARK, language

Word Count: Approx. 3k

A/N: Friends, I write this with nothing but love. I’ve been inspired by my dear friend (and Tumblr Wife - it’s legit) @seenashwrite and her Nope saga. You should also read this one. My mind just kind of went off the rails, won’t you come with me? I hope this jump starts me back into writing, I’ve been feeling pretty out of it lately. This is also hopefully acceptable for @kathaswings Lina’s Chiliad Challenge. Thanks for the bonus time. Love me some feedback and all that constructive criticism, too!

A hole would be something, but this was nothing...

“I think we’re good to hide out in here for a while. Man, I needed a break, I’m telling you all this Valentine’s Day stuff is killing me. I’ve been Mr. Right Now more than my body can handle, I’m getting dehydrated…” The deep voice echoes off the ragged rock walls.

“Dean, shut up. You hear that? Hello?”

I glance around in the near darkness trying to locate the source before I call back, “Hello?”

Footfalls tap along the damp floor, growing louder as they move closer. “Yo! Someone there?”

A gentle light illuminates the area as they move closer. I recognize them immediately, a nervous grin making my lips twitch as I lean against the car.

They glare at me, eyes scanning for anything suspicious.

“It’s not my fault,” I defend, throwing my hands up in the air. “I don’t know what this is either.”

“The Upsidedown?” Sam suggests.

“Don’t be stupid, Sam.” Dean sneers, eyes scanning the shadows around us.

“Is that...you?” I direct them to look at a rough painting on the wall.

It’s primitive, but still clear - the two of them stretched out across the seats of the Impala. Dean’s eyes dart over the details for only a moment until he’s pulled away to another part of the wall with another painting - the two of them standing before a funeral pyre. I follow his movements as he takes in all the walls around them, each covered in another painted moment from their lives, some tragic, some triumphant. It makes me spin, pointing out each memory as I recall them, stopping once I realize their eyes are focused on something behind me. Only when I hear the low growl do I finally go quiet. Sam and Dean both shrug, Dean’s face flexes between alarmed, and confused until he finally takes a chance and speaks to the creature.

“Who are you?”

Glowing eyes appear, smooth pale skin flashes in the light. “I am G’mork.” It growls back, shockingly clear for a creature that doesn’t appear to have lips.

“Um okay, well...nanu nanu? G’mork? Sorry for the interruption, but, we’re just heading on out. So, if you wanna send us in the right direction, we’ll just...go.” Dean points and spins around him.

“You cannot go.” It growls.

“The hell we can’t.” Dean growls back.

“There are no boundaries, no doorways, no portals here. There is nowhere for you to go.”

“Then how did we get here?”

“Foolish giants. Don’t you you know anything about Fanfiction? It’s the world of human fantasy. Every road, every cheap motel, every half empty bottle of whiskey in it, is a piece of the dreams and desires of fanfiction writers. Therefore, it has no boundaries.”

“So where is everything then? Where’s the cheap motel? The crappy, run-down bar? Hell, the bunker? This? This is….it’s nothing.” Dean gestures vaguely.

“Exactly.” Thunder booms in the darkness, the ground shakes beneath us.

“What’s going on?”

“The Nothing is growing stronger.”

“The Nothing? What’s that?” I ask as I step closer to stand between the broad shoulders of the towering Winchesters.

The creature inches forward slightly, revealing itself more in the light and alarming me with the lack of features on its face, “It’s the emptiness that’s left. It’s like a despair, destroying this world, and I have been trying to help it.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Dean asks, pleadingly, his face etched with crinkles of disbelief, “I’ve seen the shit they come up with. I’ve been there. In all of it. How I’ve not exploded from pie, I don’t know, but there’s like new shit they’re pulling us into - All. The. Time.”

“Yeah, I mean,” Sam pauses to huff a little bit, annoyed with the creature, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve managed to graduate from law school, or tied girls to my bed to-”

He trails off at Dean’s double-chin look of ‘whatwasthatnow?’

“Point is,” he throws a hand up at Dean to tell him ‘not now’ before addressing the creature again, “there’s plenty there. What emptiness are you talking about?”

“Exactly!” G’Mork hisses, “How many times have you gone gooey from meeting your soulmate, or shown up drunk and bloody on a doorstep and comforted with sex and stitches? How many times have you hate-fucked after a fight or cried when your hunter/girlfriend died while trying to protect you and made you promise to let her go? How many times? It’s the tropes, the repetitiveness, the predictability of it all.”

We all glare at the monster, angry at it for its honesty.

“The writers - because they’ve begun to lose their creative energy, they’ve used the same tropes over and over. They’re losing their hopes, forgetting their dreams. And so, The Nothing grows stronger.”

The ground shakes and rocks crumble from the walls around us. “But why?” I cry out.

“Because people who have no hopes are easy to control, and whoever has control has the power!”

The paintings crack as another rumble shakes the ground, lightning streaks across the sky. We all lose our balance for a moment until the earth settles. I glare at the creature, anger burning through my veins.

“Who are you, really?”

It offers a sinister chuckle, then sighs as the Winchesters join in the glaring, “I am the servant of the power behind The Nothing. I am sent to kill the motivation of those who could destroy The Nothing. I lost one of them in the Inbox Full of Chain Messages, her name was Nash.”

“Nash?!” The three of us ask in unison. Sam and Dean continue with a synchronised, “Shit.” while I mumble out a “Thank Chuck.”

They both tilt their heads in a silent “Really?”

“What? If she’s not stuck in the Swamp of Eternal Writer’s Block, then we’re probably okay.”

“But...but - no. She’s not the hero, she is a pain in the-”

“Dean, she’s probably gonna find out about whatever you’re about to say, so speak carefully,” Sam reminds him.

Dean puckers his lips, biting back whatever he was about to blurt and drawing a deep breath through his nose. “Fine. Let’s deal with this douchebag and move on.”

“Douchebag? That’s the best you’ve got? No wonder no one likes you.”

“Wh - I - huh?” Dean splutters.

I narrow my eyes at the shadows around the beast. “Well, if this is the end, I’d rather go out fighting. Show yourself, stop hiding.”

“If you insist.” It groans as it crawls out from the darkness, the grotesque troll body illuminated and off-putting, but nothing quite prepares me for the stark contrast of the face, white and round - no mouth, no nose, only a pair of glasses to indicate where the actual face might be.

“Oh god, what the hell is that?” Sam turns his face away, covering his mouth and nose with his hand in disgust.

“It’s an Anon.” I answer flatly. “If we ignore it, it loses its power. Turn around.” I grab their shoulders and face them away. “Don’t talk about it, don’t respond to it, don’t look at it. Especially you, Dean, I know about that McDonald’s pie incident.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I can pretty much punch my way through anything.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve never even seen Lore on this thing. How do you know?”

“I just know. I’ve seen things. Now shut up.”

It goes quicker than I could have imagined. The creature tries every trick possible to regain our attention, but the attempts grow weaker with each dismissal until finally, it crawls back into the hole it came out of, withered, weak, whimpering.

“See? Toldya.”

“Nice one. Okay, so now what?”

We search around us, still not seeing any way out, any change in the scenery, nothing else appears to assist us. Instead, the ground crumbles even more and part it of falls away into a void of black.

“Sonofabitch! I thought we beat it!”

“I don’t know!” I reply, panic making my voice high and squeaky.

The walls begin to shake apart, rocks and dust falling everywhere before getting sucked away, leaving nothing but blackness. Dean’s hands reach for Baby, her paint gleaming in sourceless light. “No, not Baby. Not my car!”

He holds the door as tight as he can, but there’s nothing he can do as the paint flakes away, the metal shifts and breaks apart beneath his palms, and it disappears. He turns to me, a single tear rolling down his cheek, eyes glassy. His shoulders slump in defeat while he stares at the smears of dirt left on his skin.

“I tried. I couldn’t hold onto her. The Nothing pulled her right out of my hands. I failed.” Sam and I stare blankly at him. “They look like big, good, strong hands, don’t they?”

“Uhh, yeah, they sure do, Dean.” I turn to Sam with wide eyes, silently begging him to help his brother get a grip.

“I’ll just sit here and let it take me away too.” He whines. At that, Sam finally steps in, hugging his brother and holding him upright.

It’s all gone, blackness surrounds us except for the mysterious light the somehow illuminates us. There’s nowhere to go, nothing to work with, it’s just…

“The Void!” I shout.

“Huh?” they return with the Winsync.

“Oh, maybe you don’t know about that yet. Okay, well, it’s just what it sounds like, but we can get out of it. Sam, leave Dean alone.”

“Why? He’s my brother!” He clenches his jaw, eyes narrowed at me with anger and suspicion.

“Because, we need to annoy our way out of here, and there’s not much more annoying than a man whining and upset like a spoiled brat. I mean,” I suck in a hiss through my teeth, preparing for the backlash, “It’s just a car.”

Sam jumps away to avoid the swing of Dean’s arms as he whirls around on me. “Just a? How dare you! That car is the most important object in the history of the universe…”

He goes on and on, animated by anger and pride, his voice going deeper and louder as he details every repair he lovingly made, about all the grease stains in his clothing, about how he discovered how much he enjoyed washing her in a tiny pair of cut-offs. “...I mean, I’m pretty damn sure I was conceived in that car. The errant bodily fluids soaked in there must be-”

He gets hushed by a figure appearing from nowhere, a finger over his plump mouth, “Do NOT finish that thought,” she orders. He squints at her, but obeys.

“And you aaarre?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m a Plot Device. What’s more important, is who you are.”

“Huh?” Our trio of voices sound out.

“What’s it matter? We failed. Even without the Anon, The Nothing still took everything,” Dean points out.

“That’s not true,” her sugar-sweet voice croons. She pulls a laptop out from behind her back, the screen blaringly bright from the open blank document. “A single blank document. This is all that remains of my vast empire.”

“So now what? We gotta write some of that fanfiction crap?” Dean whines out, an uneasy look on his face.

“Sam? I know that look - I’ve never been able to figure out how your mind works, but I know when it works.”

I can practically hear the whirring of wheels in Sam’s mind, “Okay. That’s not so bad. I remember what we learned from those high schoolers. There’s ah, Destiel, Sam-no Sastiel? I don’t know which is right. Uh..”

“No. None of that will do. You’ve had the solution with you the whole time.” Her smug little smile makes us all shift.

“What does that mean?”

“You brought her here. The Reader Insert. She was with you when you slept in the Impala. She was with you when you hustled that game of pool, just as she’s been with you this whole time.”

“But thats. Not. Possible. If there was someone else with us, we’d know it.”

I smack them both on the shoulder as I clear my throat. “Hello? What am I, invisible?”

They both scrunch up their faces in confusion, looking like they’re not sure if I’m certifiable or some kind group hallucination.

“That. That doesn’t make any sense,” Sam argues, “If she’s been with us this whole time, then why did all this happen? Why’s it all falling apart?”

“The Anon wasn’t lying. The tropes,” she rolls her eyes to display her exasperation, “I just can’t. You know? It’s like ‘Oh no. Another vampire or witch.’ Been there, done that. Things gotta get amped up a bit. So, here we are. We must rebuild Fanfiction.”

“But how? I don’t know what you need me to do!” I cry, the flood of emotion and nerves causing my voice to waver.

“You don’t need to do anything.”

“Then what? Tell us!” Sam roars at the woman emitting an ethereal, soft-lens glow.

The rumble returns, the laptop screen goes black for a split second, “Oh no, you have to hurry!”

“What do we have to do?” Sam’s voice softens again, concern lacing the low gravel sound of it.

“You have to give her a name! You’ve already chosen it, you just need to call it out!”

“But she’s the Reader Insert! For the sake of inclusiveness, we don’t know her name!”

Dean shakes his head and slices a hand through the air, “You know what? NO! None of this is real. This is all fanfiction bullshit.”

The world shakes around us again.

“Please, Dean! Sam! DO it! Do what you dream! Call. Out. My. Name!” I plead through tears.

When the laptop screen glitches again, the Empress of the Plot Device begins to beg on my behalf as well, “Call out her name, it can be anything! Call her Mary if you need to.”

“Ew! No,” Dean looks as though he’s been burned.

“Chanticlellenora!”

“What? What the fuck kind of name is that?”

“I don’t know, I’m giving you options, maybe you wanted something unique?”

Even though we’re surrounded by a void, it seems to be growing smaller around us, making panic rush through us all.

“Come on guys! Just say a fucking name!”

They turn to each other, giving the look I recognize at the “silent Winchester conversation” and a sense of relief eases my muscles. It’s clear by the look of determination they both wear as they turn to me.

“We got this.” Sam assures.

“Hell yes.” Dean agrees, a smirk picking up the corner of his mouth before he parts his lips to speak again.

“Yyuuuhhhnnnnuuhhhh.” He groans slowly, eyes wide.

“Dean! What the hell?” Sam scolds. “That’s not what we agreed on.” He pushes him out of the way.

“Yuhhnuhh.” He blurts, his shoulders twitching with shock at himself.

The Empress and I stare at them, unimpressed. “Seriously guys? You’re just vocalizing the y slash n thing.”

“Yuh-” Sam stops himself, “Look, I don’t think we can help it.”

“Try something else. Let’s loophole this.” I try to encourage them.

Sam and Dean confer, I hear them mumble places like Austin and Paris, then other spots like Brooklyn and India until they nod in agreement, Dean steps forward again.

“We got it.” He claps his hands together then opens them, palms up for the delivery. “Yyyyyyeeuhnuh.”

He rubs at his throat with a look on his face as though it betrayed him. “Why could we say it to each other, but not to her?”

“That’s because it’s not related to a place.”

“So no geographical names, I guess.”

Sam starts to call out random words Dean suggests that could pass as names - Lily, Sandy, Chandelier.

“Try Arrow!” Dean shouts.

The Empress and I do our best Winsync impression, sharing a stare of confusion. Sam tries every suggestion, but continues to spew out the same sound, just with different intonations.

“This isn’t working! What else can we do?”

I breathe out a heavy sigh, closing my eyes as I prepare myself for what I’m about to say. “You guys aren’t gonna like it.”

“Oh no. Nope nonono no.”

“But I think we should-”

“Don’t bring her into this,” Dean warns.

“-try to summon Nash.” I finish despite his warning. We end up caught in a staring contest as we will each other to give in. I suck in a breath, ready to call her, “Na-”

“Wait!” Sam interrupts.

“What now, Sam? We don’t have time for you to pore over the Lore!”

He looks to Plot Device, “What if we don’t give her a name?”

“You mean,” she gulps, “Not write it in second person?”

“Yeah,” he jumps at her like an excited puppy, “Exactly! We could give her a nickname or just be general when calling her name. It can be glossed over, can’t it?”

Plot Device scrunches her face in thought, bringing a perfectly manicured nail to tap on her lips as she does so. “I guess that could work. Is that what you wish?” She looks at me.

“Will fanfiction survive? Can it be rebuilt?”

“It can be anything you wish, though you still lack a name, you are without limits.”

“My limit does not exist,” I mumble. “That’s grool.”

“So grool,” she smiles.The ground stops shaking, the darkness begins to lighten, the gleaming paint of Baby shines in the distance and Dean swoons in relief. “Now, off with you. Go on and create new adventures. Subvert those tropes, surprise me. Surprise us all!” She waves us away like a parade float queen.

“We will,” we assure her, and turn to walk to the Impala, Dean drapes his arm over me. “Well, where do we go from here?”

“The only bar in town?” Sam suggests.

“That sounds about right. But after that...we’re changing things up.”

Dean squeezes my shoulder, “You got it. Now about that nickname, a lot of people seem to like it when I call them ‘Swee-’” I silence him with a slap to the face.

“I will call Nash, you know better.”

“Message received.” He lowers his head as he heads to open the creaky driver’s side door. “Is Yuhnnuh really that bad? It almost works…”

I death glare him. “Was the last time not enough for you? Who knows what else she could come up with. Oh, maybe you’ll willingly trade Baby for a minivan, or, no I got it, a Fiat. I should make notes…”

Random narrator that suddenly appears: The reader made many other requests and had many other amazing adventures before finally returning to the ordinary world. But that’s...another story.

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Book Blitz: The Secrets That We Keep by Linda Kage

Secrets That We Keep Linda Kage Publication date: January 28th 2021 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Gracen Lowe has a new life theory: What you don’t know can’t hurt you.

Which is exactly why he decides not to tell his twin sister, Bella, that he’s accidentally falling for the woman she hates most, the very woman who allegedly cheated with Bella’s last boyfriend and broke them apart.

Bella might be his best friend and ultimate confidante, but she’d legit cut off his favorite body part if she knew which woman he’d been craving. So even if his theory’s totally whack, staying quiet will definitely keep him safer.

Except he feels so guilty about it all.

Meanwhile, Bella’s heating up the sheets with one of Gracen’s best friends, and she can’t seem to reveal that little detail to her brother either, due to—you know—reasons.

When the truth is exposed, all bets are off. Shattered secrets will either set everyone free or wreck their relationships forever.

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EXCERPT:

Pointing, I growled, “You…” and I stepped into her house, slamming the door behind me. “Liar.”

Eyebrows lifting, she set her hands on her hips and glared back. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I charged. “I called you a liar.”

“I –”

“You said you wouldn’t freak out and start avoiding me. Well, where were you tonight?”

“I didn’t feel like—”

“Bullahit!”

“Oh my God. Will you stop interrupting me.”

“Sure. When you stop avoiding me.”

“I’m not—” This time, she cut herself off to glance skyward for assistance as she mumbled curses about me. Once she was calmer, she looked me in the eye. “I’m not avoiding you. The reason I didn’t go tonight had nothing to do with you whatsoever.”

I stepped closer to her, my eyes flaring. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

She gulped unsteadily—totally freaked out by my proximity—and then she jerked a step back.

I think that broke something inside me. She should never be too scared of getting close to me. It felt like the beginning of the end. I was going to lose her.

But once she had her space, she shot fire at me with her eyes, totally not intimidated at all. “Prove what?” she cried with a disbelieving snort. “That I didn’t go tonight because of—”

“Prove that you aren’t avoiding me,” I clarified.

She gurgled out an incredulous laugh. “How the hell does someone prove something like that?”

I shrugged. “Not my problem. Just get it done. Right now.”

Her eyes widened. “Right—” “Now. Yes.”

“Right now?” she repeated, blinking at me as if I’d lost my mind.

I put my hand to my ear. “Is there an echo in here?” Then I glanced at the face of my watch. “Time’s ticking, baby doll.”

“Oh my God,” she exploded. She gave another dubious laugh. I couldn’t tell if she was getting a kick out of my stubbornness or if she was seriously annoyed by it. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah,” I countered. “A pain in the ass that you’re avoiding.”

Her eyes narrowed. “This is getting ridiculous.” Darting her gaze around the room, probably looking for something heavy to hit me with, she groused, “I can’t believe you’re really making me do this.”

I yawned and reported, “Not convinced yet.”

“Oh, that’s it,” she snarled, fed up with my antics. Stepping close, she grabbed the front of my shirt. “You want to be convinced that I liked being with you, fine! I’ll convince you.”

I opened my mouth to tell her, no, I hadn’t mentioned anything about needing performance feedback. I just didn’t want her to hate me now. But she pulled me into her before I could say anything, and she plastered her mouth to mine.

Author Bio:

Linda writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Published since 2010. Went through a 2-year writing correspondence class in children's literature from The Institute of Children's Literature. Then graduated with a Bachelors in Arts, English with an emphasis in creative fiction writing from Pittsburg State University.

Now she lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a cataloging library assistant.

Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion, character match Hagrid. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League Team Flash. Arrow Team Stephen Amell. Stranger Things obsessed. Heard Laurel, not Yanny.

Started out reading with the Baby-Sitters Club. Then moved to Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, Julie Garwood, and LaVyrle Spencer in high school. Now all over the place with her romance reading tastes.

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I've...... Pt 1

A/N: Aight…so this is my first time writing a something on tumblr and if any one has any advice they would like to give me, go ahead. This is inspired by the first few chapters of the manga “Namaikizakari” so you might see a few similarities. Legit in this part Mark and you don’t even have that much of a interaction until the end. Also some shit happened and now there aren’t paragraphs not even half way through this part. I don’t how to fix it. If anyone knows how plz help. Anyway, I hope u like it.

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*Y/N’s POV* It’s was early in the morning around 5:45am when I heard my mom’s footsteps cause creaks on the wooden stairs as she was coming down. I was grabbing my coat from the coat hanger in front of the door as I was leaving when my mom called my name.

“Y/N-ah~ Leaving this early again? Have had breakfast?”

“Yeah. I made extra pancakes for you and the little ones.” I hummed in response as I was slipping my arm in the thick winter coat and then slipping my feet one at a time into my blue sneakers. She slowly waltz her way towards me as I grabbed my backpack from off the floor. I turned towards her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Bye.”

I walked into the school basketball court with an expressionless face.

“I have to mop the floors before the boys arrive” I heaved a sigh as I thought of one my responsibilities as club manger. I set my bag down near the benches, went to fetch the mop from the store room and got to work.

As I was nearing the end of mopping the court’s floor, I heard the door of the gymnasium burst open.

“GOOD MORNING” Chenle greeted rather loudly with his eyes closed, arms wide while stomping in. Well, that’s nothing…the boy is the owner of the infamous dolphin laugh.

“Yah Hyung…is there anyone even in here?” Jisung poked his head out from the edge of the huge door. His eyes searched the court until they landed on me, who was standing in the far left corner of the gigantic gymnasium. “OH! Sunbae! GOOD MORNING!” The young boy showed his whole figure and bowed down 90 degrees to greet me. “Sunbae…?” The dolphin boy mumbled rather confused while searching the court to see who Jisung had greeted so politely. His eyes had found me. “AH! Y/N-sunbaenim! G-good morning! I hadn’t s-seen you so I didn’t greet you and-” Chenle stuttered bowing down. “You guys are early. It’s 6:05 am, morning practice doesn’t start until 6:15.” I interrupted checking my wrist watch. The two rookie basket ball players were now standing up straight looking at me. “We decided to come early so we could changed quicker and then start practice as soon as possible.” Jisung spoke up. I nodded my head in understanding. “Actually not only us, but the rest of the other guys are coming early too.” Chenle added. Just as he finished his sentence a bunch of boys came rushing into the court. “ARE WE LATE!!?” One of the boys yelled. I’m guessing by the voice it was Jaemin. “YAH! Stop screaming in my ear.” Renjun scolded. He glanced at me and then immediately bowed down, shoving Jaemin’s head down to make him bow. The rest of the boys caught on and bowed as well. “Good morning Manager-nim!” They called in unison. “Good morning,” I muttered, “Since everyone’s here go get changed and we will start morning practice.” As I finished my sentence, the coach walked in. “I see you’ve got everything under control Y/N. You are always working hard for them. You are very capable.” The old man - also known as coach - praised walking towards me. I thanked him and went to place the mop where it was supposed to be. I was checking my notebook for the next game our school has. The boys had already changed and were now running laps around the court as a warm up when there was a noise of someone saying good morning from the doors of the hall. Mark Lee. Everybody had stopped what they were doing and stared at the late boy. I checked my wrist watch. It was 6:25 am. “You’re 10 minutes late,” I sighed approaching him. “Go get changed and start practice immediately.” He gave me a slight nod and headed towards the changing rooms. Everybody resumed what they were doing. I was monitoring the practice game they were having when my eyes landed on Moonbin, a third year and the team leader. How dreamy he is. My head started to roam back when I first joined the basketball club as their manager last year. I had only done that because of him. I admired him. And when I found out that he was in the basket ball club I had to join. There is a game coming up against a school called Hanlim. This is his and the rest of the third years’ last game. Suddenly the whistle blew, snapping out of my thoughts. “Okay guys! That’s the end of morning practice! I’ll see you here after school! Go get changed now…you are dismissed! The coach announced. As the boys were heading to the changing rooms and I was getting my backpack, I felt a nudge. I looked up to find Mark looking down at me. “What?” I questioned. He shook his head slightly with a poker face and left to get changed. I shrugged it off and headed to class. It was the end of classes now. I was heading to the basketball court. When I entered a couple of boys dashed towards me. “MANGER-NIM!! WE LOST IT! THE SCOREBOOK!! WE LOST IT!” The boys cried. Donghyuck and Chenle being the loudest. I was stunned. Shocked. That scorebook is what tells me what the basketball team’s strengths are and what we can improve on. No. I need to be calm. I need to act like an adult. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. “How and where did you lose it?” I asked. I need to find it. “We were checking it during lunch in the courtyard. We left the book on the ground for a few seconds and then when we came back it was GONE!!” Donghyuck explained. I heaved a sigh. “It’s fine. I’ll go look for it. You guys start practicing when the rest get here.” I reassured. I left them and went to the courtyard of the school. I searched everywhere and now I was hunched over a trash can looking for the scorebook. I started to panic. No. Y/N. You cannot lose your calm. Act like an adult. Being the oldest among my siblings- three triplet brothers and two twin sisters, I was always expected to act like an adult even at such a young age. I never lost my cool and I don’t plan on doing it now. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I stood up from my position over the trash can. Coach was standing there, handing me a scorebook. The scorebook! I grabbed it from his hands. “I found it on the courtyard and borrowed it to just go through the book,” the couch smiled innocently. A wave a relief came over me but I still had a poker face. I walked into the gymnasium with the couch to see the boys already having a practice game among themselves. I put the scorebook down on the benches when I heard one of the guys say, “It’s a little slippery here..” I rushed to grab the mop and started mopping the place he said was slippery. I looked up at him to see he was quite startled at my quick reflexes. “Is it slippery anywhere else?” I asked with a straight face. The boy shook his slightly and I walked of the court so they could resume their game. It was dead quite in the hall now. Everyone had left. I was the only there. I had a banner spread out in front of me, a bucket of paint by my side and a paint brush in my hand. “Yah.” I heard a deep voice whisper into my ear. I turned around. “AH-! Oh…it’s just you. What are you doing here?” I questioned. “I should be asking you that,” he claimed. “I have to finish off the banner before the game this week,” I was determined. I need to finish it. “You should head home, Mark.” “I’ll wait for you,” seems like he was determined too. I got back to work, clutching the paint brush harder. I made it seem like I hadn’t heard him at all. I was getting my shoes out from the lockers in front of the school doors. Mark was standing behind me quietly. “Do like Moonbin-sunbaenim?” He asked out of the blue. I was startled by the question. Was it obvious? It couldn’t have been. “How do you know?” I replied with a question. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. Seems like you don’t know…” He mumbled the last part. I faced him and tilted my head to the side in confusion. “He has a girlfriend.” I was stunned. “So?” Is all I said. It doesn’t matter if he has a girlfriend because I’m fine as long as I can stand by him. That’s right, as long as I can be close to him I’m fine. I don’t need to date him. I never had the intention to date him…I never wanted to…I don’t need to. As long as I am close to him I’m fine. I felt a pair of arms around me, bringing me into their embrace. “Y/N…I like you- no screw that. I love you,” he confessed quietly while hugging me. And then…. He kissed me. My eyes were wide open. I saw his face. He had his eyes closed. He pulled back and slowly opened his eyes. I had this feeling in my stomach. I found it hard to breathe. But…it felt…good. “I’ve fallen for you,” Mark stated.

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RFA DOGS HC :)

So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE

Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky

 He was hungry for love... hungry for being wanted... hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home.... but also... someone to be there for him as a friend.....who looks up to him.... THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG.  Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky. 

Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn't get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO

Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi

Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT. 

BONUS

HE TOOK HER A SHOWER. HE FILLED HIS TUB HALF WAY. PLOPPED HER IN WITH GOGGLES AND EVERYTHING. HER BUTT FUCKING FLOATED. HE LEGIT CRIED CAUSE IT WAS TOO CUTE. 

Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman

Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.

When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn't have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn't believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm. 

However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn't think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.

Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard 

Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.

MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian

This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way. 

V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY  HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO 

However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn't getting any attention

BONUS

When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction. 

EXTRA BONUS 

Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them. 

Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou 

He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn't find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D 

Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn't feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I'm here, everything will be okay vibes” :)

Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard 

Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd. 

He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline. 

He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who've been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd. 

BONUS

Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job 

1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse. 

Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO 

when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar. 

Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle

This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS. 

Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant. 

Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha. 

*flashback*

It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn't get wet. 

Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)

[beccadanae]

Volunteering at Camp wk 1

For the summer, I did the smart thing of deleting Instagram off my phone to prevent myself from seeing people at West have fun and prevent myself from getting really envious and mad. I was nervous I would go to La Cygne and get sad about not being at camp but thankfully that wasn’t the case at all!

Jenna and I were co-cabin leaders and it was an amazing (at some points, dramatic) week. also it’s just really funny watching la cygne be a less-cool version of West, they used to have something really good with South and when they changed it to La Cygne things went a different route, it’s just difficult for them to make such a drastic change.

ok where to begin... I guess I have to start with Cameron.

Day one, some girl is speaking with a Russian accent... do we have a Russian camper? “No, I make dis up today.” Ok guess not. Wow looks like she’s really into this accent... she’s even doing it in discussion.... is this girl ok? I think the moment I decided I was obsessed with her was when Annika (a shyish camper who was obsessed with rock climbing and pretty wise for her age. at one point during discussion when people were talking over her she goes ‘girls, seriously I know it sounds silly but you can make an idol out of your phones’) anyways, Annika had said something like “My mom is really protective over me and one time I was mad because she didn’t trust my middle school when I had earned a trip to Worlds of Fun for a day” and Cameron interrupted saying, in Russian accent, “your mom won’t let you go to worlds of fun with school for one day but she trust THESE two (points at jenna and me) for a whole week?!” hilarious. ok I got to do this girl the justice of trying to remember every single funny thing she did this week so here we go: boys had been bad earlier in the week (i’ll get to that later) and were asked to clear the girls’ plates and tables and when Cameron found out she said, “oh good, they be like slaves at chili’s” and rubbed guac on the table. our cabin had a really bad problem of spilling water from the bathrooms out into the middle room and creating a HUGE puddle, one night Cameron was mopping it up and said, in Russian accent, “no need to go to lake tomorrow, we have lake right here in cabin”. so sometimes me, as a cabin leader, like to ask fun questions to campers to get to know them and one time I asked that sometimes awkward girl, Annika, what her favorite movie was and she was like “... why” I said I was just curious. she said, “... are you writing this down somewhere?” and then never responded. Cameron was in the area but she didn’t say anything when this happened but when I told jenna about it, I asked Cameron for help to retell the story and she said, in Russian accent, “ya! she wouldn’t answer, like what you think she is? spy? why won’t you tell her your favorite movie?” at one point when we were on the boats spencer threatened to spray us with a hose and she did not like that, she was wearing dry clothes. she went into rage and through her slushie at him, it was very funny. she had needed to borrow a shirt from me so I let her borrow my volunteer cabin leader shirt and she said, “they give me free slushie because I wear this shirt, they think I cabin leader” at one point i saw her with a huge box of candy, probably over 15 candies. i asked her if she spent all her money and she said no, “i tell snack shop my last name is [girl who left the night before] and they give me 11 dollars worth of candy.” ugh there’s no good way to describe this wonderful child, I just can’t describe in words how funny she is but all this being said she has one of the worst back stories I've ever heard.

when she was in 3rd grade, in and out of Russian accent, “it was a Monday, I remember because it was bachelor night and I asked her to come in my room and I told her Glenn had touched my privates and my brother asked ‘what does that mean?’ and I told him ‘shut up! you don’t need to know’” glenn, her mom’s boyfriend, had been raping her for 5 years. that means it had started before she was in kindergarten. mom and glenn got into a fight and one day, kidnapped her brother from school (he had custody over him) she hasn’t seen him in years. glenn had been raping other girls her age too but she can’t go to court for it because there isn’t enough evidence. her real dad abandoned her when she was really little, she can’t even remember him. he died 2 weeks ago, shot in the head by the Hollywood sign in California. she said her grandma told her because it had been on the news. she said there were 3 years when she didn’t see her mom. she sometimes lives with her aunt and uncle. they have four children and a perfect life, it makes her very angry how good they have it. she doesn’t like counseling because they ask her unhelpful questions about her past “makes her feel”.

ok now the drama of the week:

i’ll sum it up because if I told it out of order I wouldn't be able to remember it that well later on:

two boy campers had been following around a couple of my campers, asking for their number, annoying them by asking them out, etc. my campers were like sisters and stood up for each other. at one point during the week, one of our girls named Paige had overheard that one of the boys might be gay and during an argument where the girls wanted to get rid of the boys paige had yelled out something accusatory about him being gay and marched into our cabin. some of the girls didn’t know if she had really said that and went and asked paige if it was true. paige thought she was being attacked by her friends and starts getting very upset. one of the two boys then calls paige a bitch and a cunt. this is all happening during hype on Thursday. jenna and I make our way to the cabin and hear lots of screaming and crying. paige feels attacked, wants to go home, the boys are playing innocent, claimed to have been called names. we get most campers to evening gathering, take paige aside. she is having a panic attack, I can tell, so after we talk, gather information, and pray for her, we suggest she go to the cabin and lie down. after evening gathering, the youth pastor from the church has all his assigned cabins sit in on a talk about community, the two bullying boys are behind me and are goofing off literally the entire time. an hour later we come back from evening gathering and she tells me she has called her mom to come pick her up. we told her the boys were going to apologize for what they’ve said and done, but she said she was told by one of the girls about how the guys were goofing off during the community talk  and she didn’t think it would be genuine, which I completely agree with. the next morning, after paige has left, I see that the boys have called over a girl from a different cabin, they command her to sing and she sings. she’s not bad but she’s def not amazing. I see the boys scoffing at her, like legit laughing but they claim they aren’t laughing at her, just something the other one said. they were very good at playing innocent. by the end of the week, the boys never got sent home for bullying. it was all very frustrating. something else that made me appreciate Cameron was that she always told the truth. she told us everytime someone lied, or said something behind someone’s back, she was our very own Russian spy who had no alliances with her cabin mates who sometimes messed up. there was even an instance when a boy from another cabin got called pervert for “accidentally” (i actally don’t even know if that is supposed to be in quotes because we’ve heard so many different sides about if he did it on purpose or not)

i’ll have to work on this more later because i can’t focus anymore/can’t remember everything