#I’m not a biker chick but I could be

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This Wonwoo is so dreamy! You couldn’t pay me enough money to get on a bike but if it was like life or death probably the only two I would trust in this world is my husband or this Wonwoo. Keep me safe!!!! I’ll hold on tight!!!

Crossing fingers and toes for you to finish your intrusive thoughts ok?!

into the night | jeon wonwoo

SUMMARY: when you call wonwoo late at night telling him you're stranded, he drops everything to make his way to you (and bring you home safe)

PAIRING: biker!wonwoo x reader

THEMES: biker au, established relationship, terms of endearment, comfort fluff

WARNINGS: speed, fluff, kissing, a little suggestive (only at the end)

WORDCOUNT: 3.1k

A/N: just another very self-indulgent fic. another biker wonwoo fic here.

the cool wind blows in your hair as you stand next to your car on the verge of tears. you really don't know how you ended up here - well you do actually. you were upset, overwhelmed from work and exhausted. you just wanted to run away for a bit, get away from life. but right now it seemed like life had caught up and was showing you the reality of your situation.

you pull out your phone from your sling bag and unlock it, your hands opening your contacts, your finger hovering over wonwoo's number. it was late, almost going to be midnight and here you were in the middle of nowhere because your car decided to break down. you wonder whether you should bother wonwoo tonight, having second thoughts, but your finger taps on his contact anyway, dialling his number. you don't think he is going to pick up after a few rings and you move your phone from your ear. that's when you hear the line pick up on the other end, wonwoo's voice floating in your ear.

"yn?", he asks, his voice tinged with a little sleepiness. "i-sorry did i wake you up?", you ask softly, looking down at your feet.

"no, i was up. are you okay?", he asks you, and that question gets you. you bite your lip in an attempt to not cry, feeling overwhelmed all over again.

"wonwoo", you say softly, feeling like an idiot for getting yourself in this situation.

"my love, what's wrong?", his voice comes through, concern laced in his voice and you can hear the sound of some shuffle on the other side.

"can you come get me?", you finally manage to choke out, your voice cracking, betraying your composure. "where are you?", he asks, his tone more alert now.

"i'm kind of stranded", you confess softly, and wonwoo catches onto the tremor in your voice, getting worried. "i don't know where i am, i was just driving and the car broke down", you try to explain softly, a lone tear rolling down your cheek.

"driving? why were you driving so late", he presses, to which you don't respond. you bite your lip in hesitation, unsure whether you want to tell wonwoo the truth or not.

you can hear him sigh softly on the other end before he speaks again. "send me your location and wait in the car, okay. i'm on the way", he says before hanging up.

after sending wonwoo your location, you settled into the quiet of the car, exhaustion weighing heavily upon your eyelids. despite your best efforts to stay awake, you unintentionally dozed off, unaware of the passing time and wonwoo's frantic attempts to reach you, the phone on silent.

in wonwoo's mind, each unanswered call heightens his worry, his imagination conjuring the worst-case scenarios, thinking something might have happened to you. it was unlike you to not respond to his calls. you'd usually reassure him with a quick call or text, but right now you were unreachable and panic ignited in his chest, propelling him to rush towards your location on his bike, each passing moment feeling like an eternity.

he finally reaches your location, finding your car on the side of the road with the blinkers flashing. with wonwoo's heart pounding with every step he takes, he approaches your car, his knuckles knocking against the window, startling you awake.

jumping up at the sudden noise, you blinked groggily, confusion clouding your senses. a figure stood outside, casting a silhouette against the darkness. fear momentarily gripped you until clarity dawned, and you recognised the familiar leather jacket that belonged to wonwoo.

with a shaky exhale, you reached for the door handle. as you stepped out into the cool night air you heard wonwoo say something like "thank god" under his breath as you stepped out.

"are you okay?", he asks, worried, his hair a touseled mess, falling over his forehead and eyes, blowing gently with the breeze. he looks you up and down, looking for any signs of injury.

"i'm okay, i just dozed off", you tell and relief seems to flood in his eyes. "you got me worried there, i called you but you weren't picking up", he says, looking at you, relieved to see you safe and sound.

a gush of wind passes, making you shiver. you cross your arms over your chest to offer some sort of warmth to your body. you stand there in front of wonwoo, avoiding wonwoo's gaze, dreading the question he might ask you about why you were driving out so late in the middle of nowhere. but the question never comes.

"let's go home", he says softly, reassuring in a way, holding out his hand for you to take, making you finally look up at him. you take his hand, walking along with him. he holds your hand gently but there's something comforting about his touch.

that's when you finally spot the bike - wonwoo's sports bike parked on the side of the road, making you turn your head to him.

"it's gonna get cold", he remarks, his voice gentle as he retrieves another jacket from his bike. he holds it out to you and waits patiently as you slip your arms into the sleeves, his touch tender as he settles the jacket over your shoulders. though it was slightly oversized, the garment seemed to embrace you in its warmth, a comforting shield against the biting night air. wonwoo's heart swelled with pride at the sight of you wearing his jacket.

"we're going home on this?", you question, apprehension evident in your voice as wonwoo zips up the jacket around you.

"why? are you scared?" he teases lightly. he knew all too well of your unease with riding on his bike, a fear you had yet to conquer since the beginning of your relationship. the whole thing seemed so intimidating to you, but wonwoo never pushed you to overcome it, understanding you and respecting your space. but tonight, it seemed like you were finally going to face your fear.

"it was the fastest way to get to you", he adds softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear as your eyes dart around nervously, still grappling with the idea of riding on his bike.

"do you trust me?", he asks, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. you lift your eyes to meet his, and nod slowly. "then let's go home".

wonwoo sits on the bike, manoeuvring it into position. he extends his hand, helping you to get on the bike and take a seat. once you're settled in the seat, you can't help but notice its height and weight, a realisation sinking on what you were about to embark on.

wonwoo hands you the spare helmet he brought along with him, and you accept it, your fingers tracing the smooth surface nervously.

"okay, some ground rules," he began, his gaze turning serious as he turns back to look at you.

"hold onto me no matter what or else you're gonna fall off", he says, his gaze turning amused when he sees the flash of panic in your eyes.

"woah not like that, i mean, it's better to hold onto me you know", he adds, chuckling softly and you make a face, smacking him lightly.

"tap me once to tell me you're comfortable, tap twice if you want me to slow down and tap thrice if you want me to stop or you don't feel okay", he instructs carefully. you nod at his intrusions.

"okay?", he asks again and you nod again.

"words, i need words my love", he prompts and you finally speak, squeaking out a small yes, still scared about being on the bike and the corners of his mouth tug up in a small smile.

you watch as he puts on his big biker gloves before taking the helmet from your hands and placing it on your head, adjusting as needed. he puts on his helmet too and waits. you're confused and hold onto his jacket to brace yourself. he opens the visor on his helmet before speaking.

"love, you gotta hold onto me", he says, startling you for a second. "i-i-am", you stutter out in surprise.

"that's not going to work", he says and wordlessly reaches out his hands to yours, guiding them around his waist and you hold onto him now. "that's much better", he remarks, satisfied before telling you he was going to start, putting down his visor.

the bike starts and wonwoo pushes off, riding in the direction home. and fuck, you had underestimated the speed that you'd be going at. your grip around wonwoo tightens and he smiles to himself. wonwoo's grateful for the helmet because gosh, he was melting under your touch truly. he finds you cute, so so cute and all his.

he still remembers the day he first met you. it was at the convenience store where he found you feeding a few of the stray cats that he usually feeds. he'd just gone in to buy some food for them and when he came out walking around to the back, he saw you. you were crouched down as you handed the cats some food and watched them eat with a tender smile on your face. it's was only a few seconds later that you had finally noticed his presence, standing up in a rush.

seeing the strange man in front of you all of a sudden, you panicked, taking a step back until wonwoo spoke.

"you feed them too?", he inquired, tilting his head to the side with geunine curiosity. he remembers the way you nodded your head shyly and the way you took him in, your gaze lingering at his tattoed arm that was exposed, the sleeves rolled up a bit.

from that moment on, your paths seemed to cross more frequently. wonwoo found himself drawn to your presence, often finding excuses to linger around the convenience store in hopes of encountering you once more. you'd get so nervous and shy every time he'd come around on that big bike of his, wearing that leather jacket that made him look so cool and his hair that had grown into a mullet that was a little long and shaggy and fell over his forehead and eyes, making him look hot, paired with the tattoos that covered his one arm, he looked irresistible. and not to forget his towering height - oh he was hot.

it had been almost six months into dating and you'd still never ridden on his bike before, until now. wonwoo gestures his hand in a thumbs up, asking you if you are okay and you tap his chest once. he smiles, glad, but really, you were scared, hanging onto wonwoo for dear life. you feel his hand gently intertwine in yours to reassure you as he slows down at a signal. you sit up a little straighter now, allowing your grip around his waist to loosen just a little.

he starts up again, accelerating again. you clutch onto him a little tighter than last time, closing your eyes. the rush of speed and nerves overwhelming you. you tap him twice, indicating you want him to slow down a little and he does, slowing down at a manageable speed for you but still going at a steady pace. as the minutes pass, you find the courage to open your eyes, lifting your head to take in your surroundings. to your surprise, you realized that you were in familiar territory—the neighbourhood where wonwoo lived. with his home now just a mere ten minutes away, a sense of relief washed over you, tempered with a newfound sense of accomplishment for conquering your fears, if only for a moment.

the rest of the ride is smooth. once wonwoo reaches his home, he parks the bike, turns off the engine, mountings his legs on the ground. your arms are still around his waist, gripping him tighter than ever because the bike was now leaning towards the left since he'd put it on the stand. you were somehow convinced that you were going to fall off if you didn't hold onto wonwoo. he takes off his helmet and sets it down in front of him on the gas tank.

"you okay love?", he asks when you haven't let go of him yet. "yeah i'm okay", you manage out softly, your voice muffled through the helmet.

you reluctantly take your hands off wonwoo and move your hands up to take off your helmet. wonwoo gets down first, his height and long legs making it easier for him than for you. he takes both helmets, placing them on the small bench in his yard.

as you remained perched on the bike, a hesitation rushed through you, with the sudden reluctance to dismount the bike. gazing down at the ground beneath you, you tried to steady yourself, despite knowing there was no real risk of falling. with a nervous gulp, you raised your eyes to meet wonwoo's, finding him regarding you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

wonwoo shakes his head a little, letting out a soft exhale, letting his hair breathe finally. he runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, the strands falling in an adorable mess around his face. he continues to look at you, wondering why you haven't gotten off yet.

"need help?", he prompts. "how am i supposed to-", you trail off, feeling embarrassed. you manage to swing your one leg to the other side and now you're settled in a sideways position, holding onto the bike so you don't slide off entirely. wonwoo walks forward and wordlessly holds onto you, his hands finding your waist to steady you as you peer up at him.

"i'll pick you up, just wrap your legs around my waist," he says calmly, and you furrow your brows for a second before nodding in understanding. wonwoo lifts you up effortlessly and you instinctively encircle your legs around his torso as your arms wrap around his neck for support. his one arm supported you, securely wrapped around your waist as he held you up. the proximity made your heart rate rush and you lean more into him so you don't fall off.

he grabs the bike keys before heading to the door, unlocking the door with ease and walking inside with you, holding onto you securely. you admire wonwoo up close and gosh, he was so handsome and pretty.

wonwoo sets you down on the kitchen island countertop, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment as you look at him. as you meet his eyes, you can't help but notice how your height almost matches his towering height now. he gives you a small but comforting smile before his hands move off your waist. he unzips his jacket, taking it off, only to expose his tattoed arm as he slides the jacket off, making you gasp ever so softly at the sight. you'd seen wonwoo's tattoos plenty of times before, but they never failed to leave you in awe every time you saw them. despite wonwoo's intimidating appearance - for someone who looked cold, badass and was so buff, he was so soft, sweet and gentle. it was a contrast that never failed to captivate you, drawing you closer to the enigma that was wonwoo.

wonwoo's wearing a sleeveless compression shirt and as you look at him, it's slowly turning your brain to mush with the way it was hugging his body perfectly at all the right places, showing off his build and muscles. the way the fabric hugged and accentuated every sculpted muscle of his sent your thoughts spiralling in a whirlwind. you have to tear your eyes away, opting to look at your lap instead, feeling the rush of heat flood your cheeks. wonwoo smirks to himself when he catches you checking him out and stealing glances at him, a little boost to his ego.

he takes off the gloves, placing them on the counter and finally, his attention is back on you. he looks at you, stepping forward so that he was closer, standing between your legs as he lifts your chin up so that you can meet his gaze.

"what's going on?", he asks softly, his hand caressing your cheek as he looks at you sweetly. your eyes dart to the side before returning to his unwavering gaze.

"i-i don't know", you confess as you look at him. "i just needed some space i guess, everything got too much", you tell and his gaze softens as he looks at you.

"next time you want to escape, at least call me, i can take you", he murmurs, his words carrying a sense of reassurance and comfort. you gulp at the closeness and his words as he stares into your soul.

"yeah-okay", you mumbled softly, blinking at him, getting nervous again. the way wonwoo could render you a shy nervous mess in mere seconds was something that needed to be studied.

before you can dwell on your response more , wonwoo closes the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender and gentle kiss. a rush of warmth floods your body and in that moment, everything seems to stop. he pulls away and you hope he can't hear how loud and fast your heart is beating.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him forward as you bury your face in his chest, engulfing him in a hug. wonwoo's arms instantly wrap around your waist, pulling you a little closer to him, letting you bask in his embrace, the comforting weight of his presence grounding you as he hugs you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. at that moment, amidst the warmth of his embrace, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of quiet intimacy.

bonus: the intrusive thoughts really won here

you riding the bike with wonwoo again, the wind is refreshing as he glides on the roads. after that day, you'd gotten a little more confident and okay with riding on wonwoo's bike. but now, it was like second nature to you. your hands are around wonwoo's waist before you have a little mischievous thought and you smile to yourself. your hands slowly creep up to his chest, your fingers finding the buttons of his shirt as you slowly undo them. wonwoo has no idea what's happening until he glances dow n at the feeling of your hands on his chest, seeing what you are doing.

"what are you doing?", he asks, his voice filling your helmet and you suppress the urge to laugh.

"i'm showing the world how sexy my boyfriend is, though i should be gatekeeping you actually", you tease, undoing another button as wonwoo's shirt now hangs on for dear life. your hands creep up under his shirt and you hear the soft groan he lets out as your hands caress his abs and you grin, satisfied knowing the effect you were having on him.

"oh love, you are so in for it when we get home", he says making you chuckle as you hug him tighter.

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[thealtoduck]

Being the Riddler’s criminal sidekick…

Tim Drake x Male Reader

Warnings: superhero violence, implied child abuse, horrible parents, mentions of sex…

Summary: Tim meets the Riddler’s sidekick for the first time and finds himself quite charmed by him…

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How did you end up as the Riddler’s right hand man?

Well, the answer was simple: ”Why not?”

You grew up in a rough household, your father was an deadbeat alchoholic and your mother had left him for the divorce lawyer and his house in the suburbs.

She left you, she left you alone with the man that she was escaping from, imagine the impact that has on a childs psyche.

So from then on you followed one rule: Trust no one.

When you entered your teenage years you escaped from your father as soon as possible on to the streets of Gotham. Which is no place for a child.

Soon you found your way into crime which also led you to the Riddler.

You were at a bar looking for a new job when you saw the Riddler trying to convince a couple of men to join him as his henchmen. They however were not convinced to join him though as they didn’t like the idea that he quite literally gives clues for the cops and Batman to find him.

You however saw it as an oppurtunity, Riddler was already infamous and if he was this desperate for help it might lead to you getting a bigger cut of whatever scheme he had come up with.

So when the other men left you walked over to the Riddler and sat down across from him. ”Looks like your having some trouble, what if i could be of some assistance” you said. ”Yeah, because a teenager is exactly the muscle my operation needs” he said sarcastically.

”Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t see the line of people wating to work for you” you said sarcastically.

The Riddler then smirked and said ”You’re in”.

He took you to his lair and introduced to his henchwomen ”Query and Echo” who were dressed as what could only be described as S&M biker chicks.

You went on to become the Riddler’s own sidekick, he gave you the nickname ”Clue”. You had become his close follower as well as one of the only three people who could sass the Riddler without getting shot.

He even let you nickname him ”Eddie”

Though getting this job wasn’t only sunshine and rainbows, it put a bigger target on your back by the authorities. After a botched mission you were arrested and became the youngest person ever sent to Arkham Asylum.

Not that you really deserved to be there you weren’t a mass murdering maniac but your close association to the Riddler probably made people assume you were… that or the judge was feeling extra pissy that day in court.

While in Arkham you met both Penguin and Two Face who offred you a job but you decided to stick by Riddler.

And you were right to do so as he soon broke you out of Arkham.

Then it was back to work…

Two years later…

You, Riddler, Query and Echo had stolen valuables from a museum, that you, Query and Echo were now trying to calculate how much you could sell it for. Meanwhile Riddler was gloating about his genius riddles and traps he had left behind for the dynamic duo to find.

As if on cue Batman and Robin smashed right through the window landing in front of you, Query and Echo. ”Oh, Batsy and Sparrow, what a surprise!” you said sarcastically standing up.

”But an unwelcomed one at that, get him girls” you told the two henchwoman who swiftly attacked the Batman.

”Robin, go get Clue, i’ll take care of these two and find Riddler” Batman commanded his sidekick. The black-haired superhero ran towards you. You grabbed a baseball bat and pointed the end towards Robin. ”Been a while Dove, i’ve missed you”.

”Do you have a list of birds just to avoid saying my name?” Robin asked annoyed. ”You tell me Peacock” you taunted. Robin brought out his staff and you started exchanging blows.

He managed to disarm you from the bat with his staff. So you ran up to him and grabbed his staff and ripped it out of his hand and threw it aside and you continued your fight.

Your fight had brought you to a staircase and you playing dirty as usual pushed him down it. Though unfortunately enough for you he grabbed your jacket and pulled you down with him. When both of you landed at the bottom of the stairs, both of you were now twisting in pain.

”Not my best idea” you said to yourself you said rubbing your forehead in pain. ”You’ve ever had one?” Robin asked equally in pain making you glare at him. ”Can we take like a 3 minute break?” you asked sitting up leaning against a wall. ”Can’t believe i’m agreeing to this but sure” Robin said as he did the same.

Both of you were sweaty and breathing heavily from your fight. ”So… how’s your day been” you asked casually slipping a cigarette in to your mouth and lighting it. ”Your really asking me that?” he asked semi-annoyed and very confused. ”Yeah, why not?, want one?” You asked, offering him a cigarette. He shook his head still very confused how casual you were treating this.

Robin then looked around and stated ”Gotta admit for a secret villain lair this place is quite cozy”. ”Right, Query and Echo decorated it, my room is right down the hallway to the right, they helped me put together an Ikea bed”.

”So i’ll ask again, how was your day?” you asked casually taking another puff of the cigarette. Tim was confused by the casual conversation the two of you were having but maybe this would be a good distraction.

”It was decent, got a coffee, finished some work and you know now i’m here” Tim answered. ”Cool cool” you said blowing some smoke. ”How was your’s?” Robin asked.

”Good, i stole some stuff, it was fun” you said cheerfully and Robin gave what almost sounded like a small chuckle.

You then stared at him and asked with a cigarette between your lips ”Wanna fuck?”.

”What?!” Robin questioned loudly starting to cough from breathing in the smoke. ”Sorry, i just heard Batman gets it on with Catwoman so i assumed you know…” you said putting out the cigarette.

”I mean it’s not like that, you’re attractive and stuff, it’s just you know bad guy and all that stuff…” Robin said making you laugh. ”Yeah, it’s fine Parrot, i get it” you said while laughing. You then stood up ”Well, i gotta get going, bye bye birdy” and you started sprinting through the hallway.

Tim stood up to run after you but you pressed a button on a remote making a bunch turrets appear from the walls targeting him. Tim ran up the stairs the two of you had fallen down as they started shooting. He ran back to the main room where Batman was cuffing Riddler to a chair.

”Did you get Clue?” Batman asked. ”No, he got away” Tim answered disappointed. ”Echo and Query got away too, they’re probably regrouping” Batman explained.

They left as GCPD arrived to take Riddler away and Tim thought back on what Clue had said to him more specifically the ”Wanna fuck?” part, he found himself thinking ”What if i said ”Yes””.

[t4tvampireisms]

Now, You Feel So Alive

||Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester|| ||Post-Break Up Blues|| ||Flirting|| ||Bars|| ||Bikers|| ||Basically: DeanBenny, But Benny Is Like David From “Lost Boys”|| ||Kissing|| ||Handjobs|| ||Blood Drinking|| ||Of Course, What Did You Expect?||

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This isn’t his normal haunt. But Charlie had insisted it’d be a good time, something to get his mind off of someone she’d cleverly labeled “He Who Must Not Be Named”. Aka, Dean’s latest heartbreak and most recent failed attempt at a relationship.

Her indignation and rage on his behalf at He Who Must Not Be Named’s tryst was something he was all for, but Dean hadn’t known that “getting him back out there” came with it as some sort of package deal.

Hence, now he was parked on a barstool nursing a lukewarm beer at some neon-lit dive called “The Dirty Dog”, a place that apparently catered to large hairy dudes clad in leather and denim-wearing barfly’s pouring their welfare checks down the drain alike. Charlie was somewhere off in a dark corner making out with a blonde grunge chick with spiked studs in her eyebrows, so Dean was left to fend off roving hands all on his lonesome.

The sounds of a jukebox rattling off classic rock and the heavy stench of sweat and tobacco provided background noise to the sudden wave of emotion sweeping through Dean’s body, surrounding and enveloping him like tar.

Moving to California was supposed to be a fresh start, and at first it kinda was; Dad had a good job, Sam was making friends with the local geeks down at the comic book store by the boardwalk, and Dean had even entered into a tentative relationship with a sweet Pastor’s boy by the name of Castiel.

Well, maybe a fresh start for everyone but him then, because Cas, as it turned out, had a particular taste for thorny brunette women named Meg, women who didn’t mind blowing him at parties with red lipstick smeared all over their faces like some sort of boring cliche.

Dean’s thumb caresses the side of his beer bottle, snorting derisively to himself at the memory of Castiel’s eyes going comically wide when he was caught; maybe Dean had just been apart of some sort of side quest to piss off a preacher, but since he’d blocked and removed the boy from his life in every way that mattered he’d most likely never know.

“Y’alright there, darlin’?”

Dean turns to his right, meeting the ice blue and calculating gaze of whoever had just decided to sit by him. He was handsome, Dean noted, features sharp and rugged with a healthy amount of stubble covering his chin and cheeks, hair dyed a platinum blonde that was almost white, teased at the top and fanned down at the sides into an almost death hawk; at this close proximity Dean could make out the smell of Marlboro’s, confirmed by the one tucked snugly behind the strangers ear.

He was alluring, beautiful, and after all the shit Dean has been through the past couple of days, he thinks he’s earned the right to a bit of flirting. Not breaking eye contact, he takes a long and slow swig from his earthy beer, licking the residue from his bottom lip afterwards. “Fine, now that you’re here.”

The stranger laughs, melodic in the way a church bell rings during a quiet Sunday morning after service. “I’m Benny. Y’got a name, handsome?”

“Dean.” He takes another pull from his beer. “You usually hang around places like this?” He asks, tilting the neck of his beer towards the sight of a grizzled older man pawing at the skirt of a girl who could’ve passed as his daughter.

“Do you?” Benny asks, watching the scene briefly before flicking his gaze back towards Dean.

A snort. “I asked you first.”

A smile, white and dazzling; a flash of what Dean thinks are unusually sharp canines glinting under the low light. “Mm. Sometimes; me and my gang, we just kinda wander. Try not to get kicked out.”

“Gang?” Dean repeats, raising a brow. “What, you in a biker gang or something?”

“Or something.” Benny smirks, eyes boring into Deans, as if he could see down to his very soul; it should’ve been unsettling, unnerving, but all Dean felt was an inexplicable magnetic pull. Like a trout on bait, waiting to be reeled in to the mouth of the consumer.

Dean’s own eyes are drawn to Benny’s hands, large hands wrapped up in worn-in leather gloves that looked fit for bike riding. The thought makes him feel warm; he’s always had a thing for bikers, especially bikers with pretty blue eyes and witty smiles.

Benny’s eyes don’t leave Dean’s as he lights up the cigarette behind his ear, the lighter itself silver and emblazoned with what looked like a skull and crossbones, only the skull itself had elongated teeth resembling those of a vampires. His lips purse as he inhales from the filter, chest rising and falling in a relaxed motion as he blows out thick clouds of smoke through his nostrils. “You feel like getting outta here?”

Dean looks around, spots Charlie tugging her latest catch towards the ladies restroom and realizes she ain’t leaving anytime soon. Any other time he’d feel bad about leaving his best friend behind, but right about now all he could focus on was the way Benny’s teeth tugged at his bottom lip, tongue poking out from between the pearly whites. “Yeah alright. Lead the way, gorgeous.”

Benny grins broadly, pushing away from the bar top as he grabs Dean’s hand and fluidly drags him through the crowd, as though they were moving to accommodate him and his movements rather than the other way around. Once the boys are outside Benny leads him towards the side of the bar not illuminated by neon signs, pressing him against the bare brick wall a moment later and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

His stubble rakes against Dean’s skin, tongue probing and swiping inside his mouth as one gloved hand places itself by Dean’s head, the other going to cup his jaw with the thumb almost hooking into his mouth.

The leather is warm, smooth and thick, something his lips immediately latch onto when Benny’s pull away, sucking at the material and leaving it glistening with saliva. The aftertaste of cinnamon and clove from Benny still lingers on his breath, an ambrosia that leaks into his skin to leave him feeling scent-drunk and almost airy.

Benny watches him hungrily, ice blue obscured by the inky blackness of his blown-out pupils, and maybe it was just his eyes adjusting to the lack of light, but Dean could’ve swore he saw a flash of yellow in that predatory stare just a second ago.

“Beautiful.” He hears Benny murmur, pulling his fingers away to reclaim his mouth, feels as his lips travel from his jaw to his pulse point, sucking what would no doubt be bruises by morning into his skin. Dean groans, low and throaty, tilting his head back against the wall to further bare his throat to Benny, who hums appreciatively as he marks his neck.

So lost in a sea of bliss he almost doesn’t notice as the sucking becomes biting, the feeling of teeth puncturing Dean’s neck causing him to gasp and open his eyes; what he sees is Benny, still latched onto his neck, only his lips are now shiny with a mixture of saliva and blood, tongue gently and insistently lapping at the small wound he had created. He should be afraid, should pull back and shove the other boy away and tell him to fuck off. It wouldn’t be the first time a potential tango partner had gotten a bit too kinky for comfort.

But the thing was, Dean wasn’t afraid. He was enjoying every single zap and zing of pain mixed pleasure, endorphins and ecstasy flooding his body much like the first few seconds after ingesting the sugary sweet high of ecstasy.

Benny pulls away from Dean’s neck, his eyes hooded and almost completely clouded over; he looked just as high as Dean felt, lips swollen and tinged pink with ruby red liquid dripping down his chin. He looked almost animalistic, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, the jut of his cheekbones more prominent, the tips of his ears pointed in a way Dean hadn’t taken stock of until now. Whoever, or whatever, this boy was didn’t matter; Dean wanted to be destroyed by him.

“You taste so sweet, darling.” Benny cooes, leaning in with a kiss that was more an exchange of tongue, of taste, and Dean realizes with a jolt that he is currently tasting his own blood. He couldn’t taste anything apart from copper, but nonetheless it was still new and exciting. Kissing with Cas had been nice, but they’d never gotten beyond the stage of heavy petting. Maybe it was wrong to compare his ex to a boy he’d only known for less than an hour, but it seems as though Dean was neglecting all other rational thought and feeling in exchange for hedonism tonight.

Had he already mentioned how intoxicating Benny tasted? It was as though the boy himself was a drug, tasting of spices, herbs, and sweetness, settling into his bones and bloodstream like a warm and tingly alcoholic beverage; a talisman in a (semi) human form.

The hand not braced on the wall behind Dean travels down his side, weightless and featherlight, grazing his hip and the sliver of skin exposed by a shirt most likely one size too small for him. Nimble fingers trail along the waistband of his pants, dipping ever so slightly past the elastic of his boxers before continuing their journey. Dean can feel himself straining against the denim of his bleach-washed jeans, achingly hard and begging for any sort of reprieve; Benny, thankfully possessing the ability to seemingly read minds, takes mercy on him and splays his palm on the prominent bulge it finds, removing his hand from the wall to deftly undo Dean’s buckle and unzip his fly.

Once his underwear is tugged down and out of the way, exposing his flushed skin to the otherwise chilly night air, Benny wraps his gloved hand around his cock, stroking and twisting, pressing his thumb against the tightly stretched frenulum under his head, chuckling deeply as Dean’s hips stutter and buck further into his touch.

Benny strokes a little faster, swallowing Dean’s moans with deeper and deeper kisses, whispering all sorts of dirty things into his ear in that carefree drawl of his. His thumb swipes over the head once again, smearing pearly drops of pre-come over his erection, the sounds slick and obscene and downright filthy. It’s not long before Dean is coming with a choked off groan, spilling hot and sticky all over Benny’s hands and fingers. He nearly collapses, Benny’s arms steadying him as his limbs decide to take a last minute vacation without informing the boss.

“Fuck.” Dean voices, almost embarrassed at how wrecked and hoarse his voice sounded.

“Mm.” Benny licks at the sticky white fluid coating his gloves, making hot and heady eye contact the entire time. Dean’s already-spent cock gives a half hearted throb at the sight, but he doesn’t think he could go a second round even if his legs weren’t currently made of jelly.

After tucking his soiled gloves into the pockets of his wool duster coat, Benny leans against the same wall Dean was currently using as a support beam to light up another cigarette, relaxed and nonchalant in a way that would’ve been infuriating if it wasn’t so damn attractive; it only made Dean wanna work twice as hard to get him worked up in the future.

“Need a ride home?” He asks, keeping his eyes trained on the inky black darkness above as he hands the cigarette over.

“Yeah. That’d be nice.” Dean nods, accepting the offered vice and taking a deep drag of it himself. Tonight had certainly been one for the books.

—

Dean’s head is buried in his pillows when a heavy weight suddenly throws itself on his bed, jostling his body weight and forcing him to open his eyes to scowl at whatever had just disrupted his sleep. A floppy haired boy of sixteen glares down at him, bangs falling into his eyes and yet somehow he’s still able to pull off the pissed-off-parent look.

“Whatddya want, Sam?” Dean groans, squinting against the bright light filtering into their shared bedroom.

“Charlie said you ditched her; she saw you walking off with some punk, and she also said she didn’t see you return. Were you doing drugs? Was he your dealer?”

Dean groans again, grabbing a pillow and draping it over his head. “Since when did you become Dad?”

“Since you started sneaking off with blonde punks to do drugs.”

“I wasn’t doing drugs, idiot.” Dean tries and fails to aim a kick at Sam’s shins, which only causes him to move his aching muscles more than they clearly wanted or were capable of. “Just go away. I’m fine.”

Sam hmphs but ultimately decides to leave it be, for once, bouncing off of Dean’s bed with the sound of his footsteps departing for the door following soon after. “Dad made breakfast. You should get up.”

Dean’s hand grazes over the mark on his neck after Sam leaves, fingers hovering over raised and jagged skin.

Killer hangover aside, being with Benny was the most fun he had in weeks; if he was planning on seeing the beautiful boy again, and soon, no one else had to know.

@lesbianboyfriend @bsideheart @tboykrillin @lesbianjudasiscariot @pikslasrce @girlv1rgin @transchesters @switchkick

[embodyingchaos]

Hi! Since you are writing for Finn could you please write about the gaga episode including the reader and they help him with his red outfit or the rocky horror episode? Thank you!

❥ hi sweetheart! MY FIRST GLEE REQUEST AAAAA im so excited, i hope you like this! (so sorry this is so late!)

theatricality rewritten pairing: finn hudson x gn!reader genre: platonic, fluff, sorta angst(?) warnings: finn being sortaaa homophobic, mention of the f slur, finn being a jerk, this is like so bad im so sorry word count: 1.9k

the halls of mckinley were filled with students roaming around, conversing with one another while someone was just trying to put their books back into their locker. y/n swore as the books inside their locker fell out and plopped onto the floor, “how the hell does this even happen, i put them sideways for god’s sake.” they whispered to themselves, bending down to grab them before rearranging their positions. as they were putting their books back in, finn hudson had approached them.

“hey, y/n.” they looked up, “oh, hey finn. what’s up?” y/n asked as they closed their locker, “so many things are up. so many damn things.” he exasperatedly said, leaning his back on the wall. 

finn and y/n had been friends ever since pre-school, they used to be best friends but some things change. they both reconnected when they joined the glee club around the same time. “what is it now? rachel? quinn? puck?” “kurt.” y/n whistled lowly, “that’s a new one.” they started to walk down the hallway to head to the glee club. “what about him?” “well, my mom made us move in with him and his dad, and now- now, i’ve got to share a room with him! like the dude’s fine and all, sure, but i need my privacy and he kinda makes me feel, i don’t know, uncomfortable?” finn rambled, stuffing his hands into his pockets as his flannel brushed to the side.

y/n only chuckled, “why on earth does he make you uncomfortable?” their question makes finn fidget a bit, “he just… i’m so sure he likes me. it’s obvious. sharing a room with him is like sharing a room with a girl that likes me.” y/n gave him a weird look, “okay, i’ll pretend you didn’t just compare kurt to a girl and that you think he likes you-” “i’m not thinking it! he does!” they sighed, “right. look, if it bothers you that much, sleep in the living room. it isn’t that complicated, finn.” finn huffed and nodded as they entered the choir room.

he sat beside tina, who was looking a little off today and that’s when it clicked. “you aren’t wearing your usual goth look, t. what happened?” y/n asked her as they sat beside finn, “figgins thinks she’s a vampire and said if she wore goth any time soon, she’d get suspended.” mercedes explained, “what.” y/n deadpanned, in disbelief that their principal actually believes vampires are real.

“it’s so weird.” “this so isn’t you.” artie and finn commented, “i feel like an asian branch davidian.” tina expressed woefully, will frowned at her state. “tina, are there any other looks you can try?” mr. schuester’s question started a plenty of suggestions. “biker chick?” “cowgirl?” “hood rat.” “computer programmer!” “cross-country skier.” “catholic schoolgirl?” “a happy-meal, no onions… or a chicken.” everyone looked at brittany with concern before tina had enough of their ideas.

“look, i appreciate it, guys, but it just isn’t me. i know who i am, and i’m not allowed to show it. it’s like communism.” she begrudgingly comments before rachel stomped into the room, fervent as always.

“guys, we have a serious problem. you know, i’ve been doing some deep background on vocal adrenaline-” “isn’t that against the rules?” artie asked her, “no, not at all- or, probably. whatever!” schue shook his head at her answer, but rachel didn’t really seem to care. “anyway, what i figured out, i rooted through the dumpsters behind the carmel auditorium and i found 18 empty boxes of christmas lights.” tina’s eyes widened, “oh, no.” “which led me to joelle fabrics. i asked them about red chantilly lace and they were sold out!” rachel exclaimed and now the girls and kurt looked entirely worried. “oh, sweet jesus.” “oh, my.” mercedes and him commented, a few of the guys looked confused.

mr. schuester looked at rachel, “what?” “they’re doing gaga.” kurt explained while mercedes and rachel expressed how screwed they were. “we should have guessed it. they’re going full out theatricality. they know it’s the easiest way to beat us. damn them!” y/n took a deep breath in, they were definitely screwed.

“what’s up with this gaga dude? he just dresses weird, right? like bowie?” puck’s question made rachel scoff, “lady gaga is a woman! she’s only the biggest pop act to come along in decades! she’s boundary-pushing! the most theatrical performer of our generation, and she changes her looks faster than britt changes sexual partners.” “that’s true.” she agreed as kurt went on a rant about how amazing lady gaga is.

“it makes sense that vocal adrenaline would pay homage. it’s a brilliant move. she’s a perfect fit for them.” artie muttered, “now, hold on a second.” schue spoke up, “we might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. we can help tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals.” tina smiled as y/n held her hand encouragingly.

“this week, your assignment: gaga.” a round of whispers filled the room as the girls and kurt began to plot, rachel announced the ideas were coming to her, needing a pen and paper before mr. schuester pointed at his office. the boys, however, didn’t look too happy about it. y/n was pretty neutral on the topic. 

after the glee meeting, both finn and y/n walked side-by-side in the hallway as they headed to class. they turned to finn, “you look excited about gaga.” they commented sarcastically but finn didn’t catch that. “what? i’m not-” “i know. i was being sarcastic, you big doof.” y/n smiled, “come on, it isn’t so bad. lady gaga’s got some catchy hits, like just dance.” finn tilted his head, “of course, you don’t know that song. why did i even mention it?” they muttered to themselves, looking around the hallway with a bored expression.

finn let out an annoyed grunt, “why are we always doing the things the girls wanna do?” he wondered out loud, y/n pressed their lips into a firm line. “well, if that’s how you feel, then why don’t you express it to mr. schue? i’m sure he’ll understand your point of view. sometimes.” the tall boy nodded, slowly smiling. “maybe i will.” he simply said before turning back around to head to mr. schuester’s office. “aaand there he goes.” y/n quietly commented, continuing their journey to history class.

gaga week had gone extremely well, other than karofsky and azimio picking on tina and kurt, and rachel finding out that vocal adrenaline’s coach was her mom. finn had also convinced mr. schue to allow the boys to do a song by the band kiss instead of lady gaga.

y/n was getting text spams and long rants every five minutes from finn about how much of a hassle it was to live with kurt, it was honestly starting to get on their nerves. they didn’t care about it much until they got a text from the quarterback saying he had called kurt a slur when he was blinded by rage. 

finn drove to their house and was immediately met with an upset face. “i cannot believe you called him that!” they yelled as finn fell onto their bed with his hands on his face, “i know, dude. i feel really bad about it, too.” he groaned in frustration, mad at himself for being such a jerk.

“i wanna make it up to him, but i just don’t know how.” finn muttered, staring up at their bedroom’s ceiling. y/n fiddled with their oversized t-shirt before their eyes lingered on a specific costume that was hung on their closet door; their gaga costume. y/n smirked, “i have an idea.” they slyly turned towards their best friend who raised his head up with a questionable look on his face.

with that, they spent the entire night fashioning up a theatricality costume for the boy as a way to show his support for kurt and that he was different from the other guys on the football team who would judge and scrutinise everything the glee club did.

the next day, since it was the end of the week, everyone had decided to go to school in their costumes. y/n didn’t mind but it was a bit uncomfortable to get to and from class in white latex tights.

“woah! guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?” mr. schue asked as he walked into the choir room, “it’s the end of the week. we were kind of hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was.” artie told him, “well, um, you guys have had some great numbers this week but i’m not sure that i know either.” he confessed and the rest of the club chuckled with him before a voice spoke up.

“i do.” tina walked into the room in her usual goth attire, “goth tina! you’re back!” y/n exclaimed, beaming at her. the girl smiled at their enthusiasm, “i refuse to dress like somebody i’m not to be somebody i’m not, and i learned it’s good to be a little theatrical.” she said before taking a bow as everyone applauded. “there she is! she’s back!” mr. schue encouragingly announced, patting her on the back.

artie looked around amidst all the cheering, realising that two people were missing. “wait, where’s kurt? and where’s finn?” his question made everyone look around, before the revelation hit y/n. “guys, we need to go find them. now.” the entire club ventured out together through the hallways to find the two guys, which they did.

“oh my god.” “what is finn wearing?” santana stated and quinn asked, in shock. “he wanted to make up for something he did to kurt so i helped him with his gaga costume.” y/n explained, “problem was that we could only use this old shower curtain i found in my attic.” they added, snickering at the sight of their friend wearing a red, rubber-looking dress. they walked towards them as they noticed karofsky and azimio were once again bullying them. “‘cause i’m pretty sure we can take the both of you.” “yeah, but can you take all of us?” puck quipped as they backed finn up.

“okay. okay, i get it. i took biology. you know what, karofsky? we done disturbed the freak hive! the worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak.” azimio mocked, “next time, we’ll bring some friends, too.” karofsky threatened before the two jocks walked away from the group.

rachel took off her shades, “i’m tired of everyone calling us freaks.” she complained, “well, look at us. we are freaks.” mercedes joked as everyone laughed along. finn smiled at this, “but we’re all freaks together, and we shouldn’t have to hide it.” he told them before sudden clapping attracted their attention. 

“nice job, finn. think you just figured out what the lesson was, kinda makes me wish i’d planned it.” mr. schue joked, “but mercedes is right, you do all look incredibly insane.” y/n smiled and turned to finn, high-fiving one another. “told you my plan would work.” they whispered to him as he rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah. you’re always right, i get it.” y/n only punched him lightly on his shoulder as they all began to walk back to the choir room.

[hellhunde]

OC Kiss Week Day 2: Rain

This also technically counts as their first kiss too! When you're caught out in the rain waiting for the bus because the biker chick's motorcycle broke down

below is another little scene to match this. I don't like it as much as yesterdays but that's life!

“I’M FUCKING COLD!” Sage whined, as they wrapped their arms around themself. Fable, sitting beside them on the bench, huffed her agreement.

The night had NOT gone the way Sage had planned it to go. They were going to get a movie, get some food, and maybe hangout at the lake. Sage even got Caleb—after so much goddamn convincing—to agree to cover for them. As far as Sage’s parents knew, they were just seeing a movie with Caleb. 

It was going to be like a real proper date for the two of them.

(Though it wasn't technically that, Sage hadn't crossed that threshold with Fable yet)

What they had NOT predicted was Fable’s motorcycle breaking down right after the movie. The tow truck man had offered Fable a ride back to their motel, but she had decided to stay to not leave Sage stranded (which Sage did appreciate). Sage thought that maybe they could turn this night around, but THEN it started torrential fucking downpouring while they were waiting for the bus. 

So now, here was Sage; tired, cold, upset and wet (and not in the way they had hoped to be). 

“Here,” Fable said. She shook her head to clear the curtain of drooped hair in her face and removed her leather jacket. Sage’s eyes widened a little bit as it revealed her upper arms and shoulders. She draped the coat over Sage’s shoulders. Sage pulled that tight around themself. It didn't offer much warmth but it was better than nothing. 

         “This sucks,” Sage said. “It was going to be fun tonight and all this stupid luck just fucked everything up!”

“I had fun,” Fable replied.

“Glad you did,” Sage snorted. “but I had PLANS! And they all got ruined because of this and that!”

“Hmm,” Fable hummed. Her eyes were glued down the road. Probably keeping a look out for the bus. “Well, this isn't how I thought it would go either, but I had a fine time tonight. Spending time with you is always…interesting.”

“That's a compliment?”

“It is,” she turned back to face Sage. “You're the reason I’ve stuck around in town for so long for so long.”

“Oh.” Was all Sage was able to say before Fable leaned forward and brought her lips to theirs. Nerves fired off in shock for a moment before leaning forward and kissing Fable back, perhaps with too much enthusiasm.

Sage didn't want this to ever end, they decided. They’d kissed people before, football players and Trish to name a few, but they weren't like kissing Fable. Fable was so delicate with them, like she was scared she was going to shatter them. Sage just needed to show her that wasn't a worry. They reached out a hand to grasp at Fable’s shirt, and she groaned against their mouth. 

Well THAT was fun!

But it stopped almost as soon as it started, Fable pulling back. Sage felt a little dazed, blinking a few times, as sickly light washed over their face as the bus churned towards them. For a moment they were actually upset to be getting out of the rain.

“We can continue at the motel.” A smile spread across Fable’s face as she stood up. She offered a hand to Sage. “if you would like.”

She really didn't even need to ask Sage. Maybe this night wouldn't be so shitty after all.

[monkee-mobile]

I was rewatching the christmas episode and I love the part where Davy says he uses a security blanket, I know it was just thrown in to be funny but it’s actually really cute to think about. do you have any thoughts on it or similar headcanons about him?

It IS really cute!

I do have some thoughts on it. Probably many. These are going to be very disorganized and probably a bit overwritten, I warn in advance.

There was an interview that irl Davy did right before he died when he talks about needing someone there while he sleeps and I know when he was little (still real life davy) he had a “security pillow”. So I kind of stick those into my headcanon of tv show Davy sometimes. I think he likes having human contact and obviously we know the boys have zero personal space so he gets lots of it from his monkee brothers.

of course I’m a sucker for little tiny baby davy because he’s totally a spoiled brat toddler sometimes and he’s a fricken cutie whether i like it or not but i have some little thoughts that go more along the lines with that as well as contributing to him needing human contact I guess.

throughout the show when davy gets scared he tends to cling onto people (see clinging onto mike’s arm in the adorable monkee bed, or clinging onto micky’s arm when they think peter falls off that balcony in some video for a song that I can’t think of right now. maybe for pete’s sake?) or he jumps into someone’s arms and they carry him away, or he calls for out for Mike (see the circus episode when the guy starts throwing knives at him. like honey, what is mike gonna do? he’s a skinny little scarecrow man. michael tries his best.) OR he gets all jumpy and overstimulated and then devolves into nervous little giggles (see the wild monkees episode when he thinks the biker is gonna kill him but it turns out she’s a girl and starts kissing him and he’s nervously laughing and she can barely hold onto him. he’s definitely panicky and overstimulated there.)

but basically i think that when davy’s scared, he kind of just turns into a kid in certain ways. He wants the security of someone there to take care of him. he’s all bark no bite. he acts all tough because he probably grew up needing to act tough or else he’d get picked on for being small, but now he’s got his friends to help him and i think it allows him to feel safer and to be able to rely on others more.

This connects a bit to another portion of davy’s real life that I connect into the show headcanon even though it’s clearly not meant to be within the written show. real life Davy lost his mom when he was young, and I sometimes think about the implications of if that had happened to davy in the show even though show davy has probably honestly never felt any real pain in his life. in certain ways I think that could be a reason he wants that security in the show, if he lost his mom.

I think this is a reason he clings onto mike, who’s very obviously the “protector” of the group (he’s their mama hen!! and they’re his little baby chicks following him around!! but i digress…) and mike has become a bit of a surrogate mom for Davy, and gives him what he lost as a kid losing his mom so young.

THIS IS SO SO LONG SO FAR IM SORRY

but mike being a mama to the boys, especially to peter and davy because i think micky’s more older brother type and they’re more of the “little ones” (don’t get me started on peter’s connections to mike. they run deep and peter is very much a very complicated kid in certain ways. he needs a lot of love and has deep down a fear of abandonment that i don’t think he even realizes he has, and mike is trying to help him through it. davy also helps with peter. they all help with peter, peter is so loved. anyway this is not about peter). Mike being the mama is so important to me and I love it so much and im gonna ramble about it so im sorry in advance (the monkees cuddling and making each other feel safe is so very important to me. they’re just my warm squishy comfort characters and i project everything onto them)

I made a post i think on my main blog about all of the monkees using mike’s big hands to stim with (people put davy as the “neurotypical one” but i don’t think he is. idk what he kind of neurodivergent he is but he’s something, he just conceals stuff well. i don’t even think he realizes or may ever realize. this is the 1960s we’re talking about) but I touched briefly upon my thoughts that davy just lets out his toddler energy when him and mike are on the couch and he just plops down in mike’s lap and grabs mike’s hands and occasionally bites them, but also grabbing his fingers and straightening them and stuff and making mike clap and things. Mike is just used to this at this point (davy is spoiled. don’t tell davy. he’ll deny it.) but sometimes it can be too much and I think mike has to set some boundaries about how much he can handle as a “mom” at points and Davy listens. In some of my thoughts I think Davy and Mike have known each other the longest (they just have that easy groove, i don’t know) and I think they’re able to talk well so mike can communicate if it’s just too much for him and davy’ll listen.

also Davy totally just parks himself in mike’s lap a lot and clings onto his shirt and just sits. Sometimes he just needs a nap or something and mike is warm and comfortable and davy knows he’s loved. The monkees full-group cuddle position on the couch watching the television is often peter and micky on either side of mike (pete sometimes sits on mikes lap but he’s a bit heavy and davy has a tendency to kick him off of it. davy be nice!). and davy on mikes lap and they’re all very sweet and nice and i love them.

i keep getting more and more thoughts im sorry…

one more thing i guess. davy wishes mike could pick him up. hes like a little purse dog and sort of internally wishes to be able to just be carried around on someone’s hip all the time. Mike has tried but it hurts his back. micky can do this a bit but davys just too heavy for him and he can hold him better carrying him “bridal” style like he does when davy gets scared in the show. peter is the only one who can really pick Davy up on his hip because he just doesn’t realize davys heavy because monkee logic, and davy is very startled by this at first because peter can just scoop him up and carry him around.

okay. that’s all. i’m gonna leave it at that. this post is so long, i apologize dearly. but i have many many thoughts so thank you for the ask anon!

[shyanddreamy]

You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader x Neron `Creeper´ Vargas | Part 2

Seeing the outside of the Mayans’ clubhouse instead of the Teller-Morrow workshop was strange. It was as strange as not recognising any of the voices you heard inside. Today was the third day since you arrived in Santo Padre, and everything felt odd yet. Nevertheless, the sensation was healing at the same time, if that made any sense at all. The creak of the door opening was the distraction you needed to take your mind off things.

“The bathroom guy”, you said as greeting.

“The bathroom chick”, he responded. “What are you doing outside?”

“I don’t want to bother you”, you replied. “You have done enough inviting me here. And offering me a beer.”

“There are just a bunch of drunks inside telling stupid stories and laughing out loud. You won’t bother anyone with your presence.”

“So, this is not a plan to know if I’m some kind of spy or something like that?”, you asked him. “I've noticed you had been following me”.

“You’re so perceptive”, he acknowledged. “We needed to be sure of your intentions. Not every day Happy leaves his Old Lady here”. 

“I’m not his Old Lady”, you answered back. “Happy is just… somebody I can trust. And I’m not interested in your club or your business at all. I was just sightseeing.”

“Yeah, we know”, he nodded. “You’ve made us ride all over the damn city.”

You laughed slightly and took a sip of your beer.

“It’s a nice place”.

“It is. Where are you staying?”

“In a shitty motel”, you said. “Everything except that place is nice.”

It was his turn to laugh, but the sound of breaking glass inside caught your attention for a few seconds. Probably, it would be just some beer or bottle.

“May I?”, he asked you, referring to the wooden bench you were sitting on.

“A biker with manners. Santo Padre continues surprising me”, you added ironically as he shook his head and sat next to you.

“I was trying to impress you.”

“I’m gonna need something more to be impressed”, you replied. “I like bathroom guy, but is there any other name?

“Creeper. You?”.

“Y/N. Is real name or club’s name?”

“Nickname”, he said. “Maybe one day you’re lucky enough to know the real one.”

“So mysterious. I’ll wait till that day.”

Without much more to add, you took another sip of your beer while Creeper made himself comfortable on the bench. Some time ago, having a conversation like that with a Mayan would have been impossible, but now that there was peace between them and the Sons, you didn’t feel threatened at all.

“Don’t you want to come back inside?”

“I’m tired”, he said.

“Are you really that old?”, you mocked.

“I mean, like, physically tired”, he rectified, rubbing his left shoulder. “It’s recent. Still hurts sometimes.”

“What was?”

“A bullet”, he simply said. You didn’t need to know more details either. “Anyway, I think I’ll call it a night. I could give you a ride to your shitty motel.”

“And once there are you gonna ask me if you can come in?”

“It’s an invitation?”, he asked back.

“You wish”, you smirked. “But I’m gonna accept your first offer.”

The motel wasn’t that far from the city centre, but the club was far from everything. Adding that it was late, you couldn’t refuse his proposition. You got on Creeper’s bike behind him, unsure of where to put your hands. Inevitably, Happy came to your mind. You didn’t have any hesitation in embrace him every time he took you for a ride, but this was different.

“I’m not gonna bit you”, Creeper told you.

“You won’t?”

“I won’t.”

You smiled again and, this time, you put your arms around his waist. Seconds later, Creeper started the engine. You liked him. He was nice and you had enjoyed your short conversation. Maybe it was because you hadn’t spoken to almost anyone for the last three days, but you were still pleased.

“You were right. This is a shitty motel”, Creeper said after stopping the bike in front of your destination.

“And it’s even worst inside.”

“Is this a second invitation? You are relentless, Y/N”.

“I think you are the only suggesting it all the time”, you replied, trying to hold back a smile. “But if you want it that bad, maybe you can come inside for a beer”.

“I don’t drink. I’m on the wagon”, he said, which actually was pretty surprising for you. All the bikers you knew were fucking alcoholics. “Maybe some coffee?”

“Do you really think I have a coffee machine in there?”

“Fine. A glass of water. It’s my last offer.”

“Done.”

The room had an old simple bed, a table with two weak chairs, a mini fridge, and a small bathroom. That was most of its furniture.

“This is full of shit. They should pay you for sleep in here.”

“Of course, keep laughing. I would love to see the palace where you live.”

“Now you are inviting yourself to my house?”, he asked, ironically. “You go too fast, Y/N.”

“Fuck you”, you said while throwing him a bottle of water from the mini fridge and then sitting in the vacant chair. “Do you mind if I drink? Or it’s uncomfortable for you?”

“I’m not used to that question. But it’s okay. I don’t mind”, he said, so you opened your beer and took a sip.

“Why did you quit drinking? If I may ask”.

“I had no self-control. And I didn’t like the person alcohol was turning me into. So, I quit”, he explained. “I still go to the meetings anyways. It helps me”.

“That’s brave”, you acknowledged. “But I know you are strong enough to stand your ground.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“But I have great intuition”, you told him. “And maybe you have already impressed me.”

Your words made him smile. And you liked that smile Creeper somehow tried to hide. It seemed completely genuine. However, you felt like changing the subject to a less profound one.

“You always do this with the girls you wanna hook up with?”, you asked him, shameless. “You know, take them home, talk that much…”

“How are you so sure I want to fuck you?”

“Intuition. Again”.

“So, if you knew my intentions, why did you let me in?”

“I was curious about what your next move could be.”

By his gaze and his sly smile, you knew he had taken it as a challenge. You were even more sure when he stood up and positioned himself in front of you. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the forearms to put you on your feet too.

“It’s a good move?”

“It could be worst”, you replied, attempting to goad him.

Abruptly, Creeper grabbed you by the bum and put you on the table. That way he could place himself between your legs while just a few inches separated your faces. Instead of kissing you, which was what you were expecting, he chose to brush his lips against your ear.

“I've taken you home because I’m a nice guy. And I've talked that much because I've really enjoyed our conversation”, he muttered in a deeper voice than before. “But you're right, I want to fuck you. And I could do it right now, right here, but I'd break this table. And then the bed, too.”

“What are you suggesting?”, was the only thing you could say. You had to admit that this was a really good move. It was that good that you were breathless.

“Get out of here. Take you to my place.”

“I’d like that”.

“I know, babe.”

When you were on his bike this time, you put your hands around him and under his kutt, trying to feel his body over his t-shirt. You didn’t imagine the night would end like this, but you didn’t regret it either. At least not yet.

Creeper’s house was nice. And everything was tidy, something not all the MC members could say about his home. You barely exchanged a few sentences before he reached out to you. And after a few seconds, you took his hand. Now you were close enough to finally kiss each other. His lips movement was slow and sweet, so it was his touch, but it was a mutual decision to speed up. When Creeper put his hands on your bottom and lifted you off the ground, you put your legs around his waist. That way, it was quite easy for him to carry you to his dorm.

Between kisses and caresses, you took off your clothes until both of you were completely naked on the sheets.

“You were right”, you said. “You’re place is better”.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer”, he responded while slowly rubbing his dick against your entrance. You couldn’t help but bit your lower lip aware of what was going to happen. And once he was finally inside, it was impossible for you to hold back a moan.

You couldn’t say whether you preferred it rough or soft because that was bullshit. The most important thing was that it felt good. And Creeper made clear he knew what he was doing. And you were pretty sure of yourself, too.

Between the things you had learnt living among bikers, it was the fact that some of them looked like merciless criminals but were actually beautiful people, while others looked like honest men but were fucking pricks. Creeper was in the first group. He talked during sex and not only to say dirty things but to ask if you were good and how did you like it more. His hands caressed your body sweetly but firmly at the same time and he made sure that you got your orgasm too. Definitely, he was a great shag.

After a few minutes to catch your breaths, still naked and lying on the bed, Creeper offered you a cigarette.

“I’m Neron, by the way.”

“So, you wait till the after sex to confess your real name?”, you asked, ironically.

“Shut the fuck up”, he smirked. “Do you want to stay for the night?”

“I’m not used to this.”

“To fuck a guy you barely know?”

“To sleep with them after sex”, you pointed out.

“We don’t have to sleep cuddled together. And I’m not gonna make you my wife tomorrow morning”, he said. “I just think this is better than your shitty motel. But it’s your choice. Do as you want, babe.”

You didn’t want to come back to your motel room at all. But it was strange to sleep with someone that wasn’t Happy. As he hooked up with other chicks, you did it too with other guys when you felt like that. But neither of you ever slept with them. The thing was, Happy wasn’t there. And you wanted to stop thinking about him and start thinking about what you really wanted.

“Okay. I’ll stay tonight.”

*

You weren’t expecting that. When you first moved to Santo Padre to have some time for yourself, you weren’t looking for another tattooed good-looking biker with a kutt to replace Happy. And yet you were in Creeper’s place, spending another night with him.

After your first time, he gave you his phone number arguing that you might want to give him a call while you were in Santo Padre. And after a month in the town, you actually did it quite a lot. Creeper was such a nice guy and he wasn’t only available to bang, but also to have dinner, take a coffee or give you a ride. Anyway, it was with him with who you spend the time, not with his entire club. You weren’t part of the Mayans and definitely it was better not to spread the rumour that a SAMCRO’s chick was hanging out with Mayans now.

Creeper’s eyes were on you as your fingertips outlined his tattoos, but your mind was somewhere else. A chest covered in ink was familiar to you, but at the same time it was completely strange. You knew by heart every single tattoo Happy had on his body and now you were afraid of not being able to touch them again.

“These scar tattoos look so real.”

“It still surprises me how fucking funny you are”, he responded, ironically, making you smile.

“How is your shoulder?”

“Better every day”.

“I’m glad”, you said before laying your head on his chest and taking a deep breath. You felt his hand caress your bared back and you made yourself more comfortable on his bed. “Do you ever think about this life? If any of this makes sense?”

“What do you mean?”

“I came here running away from this life. It hurt to stay, but not being there hurts even more”, you confessed. “I realized I can’t stay away from it. I don’t want to stay away.”

“It’s a fuck-up life, but this kutt is the best ever happened to me. Everything I ever wanted”, Creeper said. You loved that about him. The fact that, if you gave him the opportunity, he was able to share a great amount of deep thoughts. “My brothers, they are my family, and I’d do anything for them no matter what.”

“I live, I die, I kill for my club”, you mumbled.

“What is that?”

“A tattoo.”

“Haven't seen it.”

“It's not mine. It's someone else's.”

“Your man's, right?”, he asked. “The man you love.”

“How do you know that I…?”

“I’m a good listener. And a good observer too”, he answered. “And you talk about Happy more than you think.”

Suddenly, your face was deadly serious, and a slight feeling of sadness had grown inside your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”, he questioned. “I knew since almost the beginning what this was, as I knew you were good with it too. And sex had been great, but I also enjoyed our conversations. Being able to talk to someone feels good.”

“I know. It’s been good for me too.”

Despite not feeling as bad as a few moments ago, you weren’t in the mood to lay naked on Creeper’s chest anymore, so you opted for sit cross-legged while covering yourself with the sheets.

“I’m not sure what’s the matter between you two, but all men I know on this side just want to stay close to his brothers and have a good Old Lady to come back to every night.”

“Not all men”, you pointed out.

“Bullshit”, he growled. “Even those who think they don’t, they do. The hoes and the booze are great, but we all need someone who cares about us. Someone to put some light in the middle of the darkness.”

“That’s what you want?”, you asked him. And surprisingly, Creeper had no misgivings before answering.

“Hell yeah”, he said. “When the time comes. I’m in no hurry.”

You smiled at him slightly, taking your hand to his cheek and caressing it gently.

“You’ll do”, you assured him. “You are one of the good ones, Neron.”

Creeper smirked and enjoyed your sweet attention for a few moments more before changing the topic again.

“So? What are you gonna do?”

You thought the answer carefully. Deep in your heart you knew what the correct decision was, and most important, you knew what you really wanted to do. The time for reflection was over, and the moment to face the truth and make decisions had arrived.

“I may go home”, you said. “I need to solve it, whatever the end.”

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[munsonology]

I'm not catholic and have little to no knowledge about catholicism, but I do know this one church my grandma went to had the best stained glass windows. There was one in the attic that was a circle that overlooked the back gardens, which had been locked due to vandalism. So, you wouldn't see anything unless in the back gardens, and you couldn't get in unless the priest or the grounds keeper unlocked them (they had extremely high gates). The stained glass circle had various shades of pinks, blues and purples, and honestly idk what it depicted but as I said it was a circle.

Biker!Eddie fucking Nunny against that tho. Just enough exhibitionism to be taboo to nunny, but not enough to spook em. Of course no one could see, but the scandal!!

Omg yes!!! My grandma’s church is christian methodist and they have stained glass windows too. I’m not sure of the design, there might be one of jesus and I remember something in the back where the preacher comes out for service

Biker!eddie would raw dog the shit outta nunny in front of a stain glass window of jesus 😭😭 fuck her from behind so he can push her face into the glass, “there you go, you like that nunny?” She reaches behind for his hand, entangling their fingers together.

“Yes—fuck! Eddie I’m so close,” she cries.

“Lick the glass baby.”

Her habit bunched around her waist, panties around her ankle. She licks the glass as she’s told.

Eddie’s ears perk up hearing voices of the priest and his guests. Father was giving a tour of the grounds to benefactors, putting emphasis on how much money the church would need. “There’s no dollar amount to feed the hungry,” he said. “Or for a new elevator for our disabled—or a reliable car to spread the word,” he chuckles.

“You told me nobody would be up here,” Eddie whispered in her ear. “Looks like I’ll have to improvise.”

Cock still hard and inside nunny’s sweet cunt, he takes out the switchblade from his pocket. He bends over and runs the blade up and down nunny’s leg. He circles the handle around her clit and cunt, “not yet, my little sinner.”

Eddie slices nunny’s panties from around her ankles. He holds the fabric to his nose and breathes her scent in. “Fresh cum, just how I like.”

Eddie spits in the crotch of the panties and shoved them in nunny’s mouth. “Will that keep you quiet?”

Nunny nods eagerly. “Good. Now, I better see spit on that glass baby. Get to lickin’.”

We’re all going on the first bus to hell 😭😭😭

Also the priest begging for money for a new elevator and a car is true! My grandmas church was raising money for a elevator and the preacher showed up with a new mustang and a side chick 🙃

[gins-potter]

Ummm hello yes I am alive and having thoughts about season 9. I feel like I don’t talk about the new seasons that much bc let’s be real everything post s4 has been shades of crap. But I’m having thoughts so here we go.

Maybe shouldn’t have started with Bloom bc like… I kinda hate it lmao. Or not even hate it, I feel like that implies stronger feelings than I actually have. It just sucks.

The plaid leggings are awful, the skirt could have been cute (even with the ruffle which I don’t love) but then they had to throw glitter on top, and then whatever that atrocity of a jacket/vest is?

The top underneath, the belt, and the jewelry are all fine but that’s like really not saying much lmao.

Oh Stella… I mean like it’s fine? I could totally picture Stella wearing something like this, it’s just kind of bland? I vibe the dress and the turtleneck underneath but @drops-of-moonlights suggested that they should have added a belt and a jacket and I agree.

Also, I feel like, for better or worse, Stella’s fashion was always very over the top and had a lot going on. So to give her the most basic outfit out of all the girls just feels a bit wrong.

The pigtails are cute tho.

(Also are those orange leggings she’s wearing or is the colour on her legs just janky? I do not vibe orange leggings).

I feel like this dress could have been cute in orange which would throw back to the original palette and also breaking up what is a lot of pink across the six girls.

Also @nijaki summed it up best.

Lmao this is going to be kind of hypocritical considering what I just said about Stella’s but if Stella had too little going on then Flora absolutely has too much going on.

I fucking love her little green jacket and the cut of the dress but I feel like the pattern is a bit much (maybe it should have been just like pink with pale pink flowers on it or something?). Then add in whatever the green and purple section is, and the jewelry, and belt and it’s just like enough!

I do love a big hoop on Flora tho.

Musa’s is definitely one of my faves! It’s very much giving biker chick which is a vibe I love for her. If Riven gets a somewhat similar look they’re going to be a very cute looking couple.

Thank god one of the girls got a palette completely free of pink and I personally love the red coming back.

It’s a really good blend of masculine and feminine fashion and as much as I don’t love the gloves, I do appreciate them as a nod to 2000’s fashion.

Also the short pigtails!!! You guys know I’m a short haired!Musa truther.

Tecna for me is a I love it! with a massive But attached. I love it as long as the artificial/articulated joints are either purely aesthetic or some kind of prosthetic (unlikely but a girl can dream). I’m not here for robot Tecna, it’s a headcanon that has always felt a little too on the nose for me, plus I don’t think it’s a good look for a character who can definitely be read a autistic coded.

I love the skirt and leggings look for Tecna and tbh my only critique is I wish they’d just picked one metallic for the outfit. Like either all that purple-y colour or all silver (I personally really like the silver) but otherwise the outfit is amazing.

Also that hair? 👏🏼🙌🏼😍🔥

I mean, there’s not much for me to say about Layla because she just looks fucking amazing. The bright colours 🔥 The hoodie and skirt 🔥 The braids 🔥 What we can see about her boots 🔥 Like she just looks freaking amazing and almost definitely my favourite look of the six.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Aricka and Dori’s teen beach adventure- meant to be-!

Aricka was confused. One minute, she was on her way to talk to Steve Harrington- her favorite character from this move she was in-!- the next; she was falling into the arms of the other lead male of the movie- Billy Hargrove. The character Aricka Munson was supposed to fall for and help unite the bikers and surfers with-

Oh. No.

“Hi,” he says; helping her stand up. “I’m Billy. Billy Hargrove. Leader of the surfers.” He winks at her, but it didn’t really do anything for her.

“I, uh, hi,” she says, remembering her manners at least. “I’m Aricka Hopper.”

“A pretty name for a gorgeous chick,” he says. “Nice of you to drop in.”

“Um, sorry. I didn't see you.” She blushes, looks down at the ground. He tilts her chin up so she was looking back at those electric blue eyes.

“Now that you do, do you like what you see?” She squeaks and gently removed his hand from her chin.

“Sure. It was really nice to meet you- excuse me just a second-?” He nods and she runs over to Dori. “Dori, my best friend in the whole world, can I have a moment? A really quick, important moment.”

"Yeah, sure," they look back at Eddie, "Um... Eddie? It was really nice meeting you, but I've gotta help my friend with something," they start to turn away, but turn back for a second, "Bye." they give him a little wave as they start to walk with Aricka.

"Bye." He chuckles waving back.

"Come on," Dori says, guiding her friend to the exit, "We'll step out for a minute.” Once outside, she says, “"So, what's going on?"

Aricka takes a deep breath and glares at the water. “The mannequin with six rows of teeth just asked me out. Billy FREAKING Hargrove just asked me out because I TRIPPED on my dumb shoelaces and fell in his arms-.”

They stare at her, taking in everything she just said, "..... WHAT?!"

“Please tell me I didn’t change anything about the movie-?! I JUST wanted to talk to Steve. My shoe got untied and I didn’t see it until I was staring up into ocean blues instead of chocolate browns.”

"Okay. Okay, uhhh.... Hold on, let me think," Dori thinks back through the plot of the movie, "So, you said you ran into Billy and now he's got the hots for you. And, in the movie, Billy falls for Aricka MUNSON. So, that means..." their eyes widen in realization, "Oh... this is the exact opposite of what you wanted to hear, but you just caused a MAJOR change to the movie."

Aricka blanches. “I changed the movie-?!”

"You changed the movie!"

“Oh no. Oh no, no no no-!! No- can we fix this-?! Aricka Munson’s Billy’s EVERYTHING, we can’t ruin this-!”

"It's okay! Don't freak out," Dori tries to calm her down, "We can fix this... At least, I hope we can. We'd just have to get Billy to fall in love with the right Aricka. Which.... is probably gonna be REALLY difficult since he's convinced he's in love with you. But, I mean... we could probably do it."

“… meet Billy and me with Steve and Aricka Munson outside. We can fix this- hypothetically speaking.”

~~~~~

“Hi,” Aricka says; unable to believe she was talking to Billy- Aricka Munson should be doing this. Not her. She was basically being a homewrecker-!

Billy flashes her that boyish smile; and she couldn’t not admit that he had a cute smile. He just- wasn’t her type. She was into dorky brunette surfers. Not overconfident curly haired blue eyed ones. “Hi,” he says, strumming his guitar.

“Um, do you mind if I join you?” She asks, admiring the car he was leaning on- and he beckons her over.

“Of course not. I’d wanna join me, too.” So cute, in a 50s himbo style. “So, hey, I’ve never seen a chick quite like you.”

She winces; she hated being addressed as a chick or a babe. “Chick? Really? Hold on while I lay some eggs.”

He tilts his head in confusion. “Okay?”

She mentally face palms. “No, that was, um... Never mind. Thank you for the compliment. It’s nice.”

“Sure,” he says with a shrug. She notices the guitar and smiles; something they can talk about.

“So you play the guitar.”

“I know.” Ugh. Total, 1950s air-headed blonde surfer boy.

“No, no, I mean- are you good?”

He frowns in more confusion, “I feel a little tired but…” she cut him off,

“At playing the guitar?”

“Well, sure, when something inspires me.” He drops his voice suddenly, “If music be the food of love, play on”.

Her eyes light up, “Shakespeare-?”

“Huh? No, that was me. Sometimes I talk low for effect.”

“… well it works,” is all she could think to say.

“Thanks. I can do... High... Also, but chicks really dig low better,” and she had to hide a wince when he did his high voice.

“Yeah.”

“You know, I dig you, Aricka. You’re different than other girls around here. Can I write a song about you?”

“Uh, yes. What word rhymes with Aricka? Nothing. See? That’s a terrible song. Really, Tanner, you only like me because you, think that running into you was destiny, but... Not our destiny, your destiny, with someone that you’re meant to be with that isn’t me. See?” And then music begins to play and she sighs, “Oh, good. A song anyway.”

“I believe we all have a soul mate

The chance for a perfect duet…” Billy strums the guitar and looks her in the eyes, and she tries to match his emotion, but she had to pretend she was looking at Steve for it to even look natural,

“I believe in hopeless devotion

I just haven't found it yet

But in my mind I see

The chick, who is meant for me…” he dramatically tosses his guitar to the side and grabs her hand, dragging her off somewhere as he continues to sing,

“She'll be someone who is lovely

Someone wonderful and true…”

Meanwhile, with Dori, Eddie, Steve and Aricka, the latter girl was singing,

“The kind of boy who makes you smile

Even when you're feeling blue…”

Together though apart, Aricka Munson and Billy H sings,

“And I know, I know he/she's out there

Most definitely, oh yeah

Not a phony, or a fake

Sweeter than a chocolate shake

My "meant to be"

When it's meant to be

You go kinda crazy

Meant to be

You forget your own name

When it's meant to be

It's destiny callin'

And nothing ever will be the same!

Oh yeah!…”

Aricka stops in front of Billy, her hand on his chest as she sings out,

“You need a girl who's into music

To ride up high on Cupid's wings!”

Dori turns to Steve and adds, “Find that girl with perfect hair

Hello, Hollywood ending with strings-!”

Aricka and Dori sing about their respective love interests,

“Oh, I know, I know he's out there

Can't you see? Oh, yeah!

Maybe you've already met,

The one you'll never forget!

Your "meant to be"!

When it's meant to be!

The stars seem to glisten!

Meant to be!

All the clouds depart!

When it's meant to be!

That's destiny callin'!

And if you listen

You'll find your heart!”

The girls- Aricka H, Aricka M and Dori; all sing, thinking of the one they (thought they or actually did) love,

“Four eyes meet

And the meet is sweet

Could it lead to something more?”

Eddie; Steve and Billy echo them, thinking of their respective interests as well,

“What's the deal?

When the way you feel-?”

Dori and Aricka sing the last line; ripping the towel barrier away so Aricka M and Billy could see each other and Aricka and Steve could see each other-

“Oh!” Aricka M gasps, grabbing Steve’s hand and darting off.

“Gee..” Billy says as he grabs the other Aricka’s hand.

“Uh…?” Aricka manages before she’s dragged away.

“Plan B?” Dori wondered.

A dance break ensued; Steve and Aricka M together, Billy and Aricka H together, and to Dori’s delight, they were dancing with Eddie as they sang,

“When it's meant to be

You go kinda crazy

Meant to be

You forget your own name

When it's meant to be

It's destiny callin'

And nothing ever will be the same!”

The song ends and Aricka and Dori make their way back to each other. “… that didn’t go as well as I hoped…” Aricka says sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, we still have time to fix this. I’m gonna try and get invited to the surfer hang out , you get to the biker sleepover.”

“Okay. Deal.” And off they went on their separate ways.

~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[birkink]

I mean Resident Evil is basically the Minotaur and the labyrinth, but the Minotaur is a zombie mutant creature and the labyrinth is a mysterious mansion full of tricks and traps, and Theseus is a pair of confused cops led into an ambush, and the Athenian youths are the equally mislead Bravo Team picked off one by one, Daedalus and King Minos are Umbrella, pulling the strings from on high

Or is the Minotaur a gigantic mutant killing machine and the labyrinth is a dead city full of zombies and mysteries and Theseus is a rookie cop/biker chick and the Athenian children are the citizens of Raccoon City and also one resilient little girl being pursued through said labyrinth by said monster

Or

Or

Or

I could go on. The early games are rife with such allegories. What I’m saying is the themes of mazes and treachery and monsters preying on the weak, and those in power willingly sacrificing the innocent because of fear and cruelty and also maybe eugenics, and heroes rising up against that struggle, even though they’re just as confused and lost, is a central tenet of RE. And, I mean, this is literally what Capcom are getting at, this isn’t just speculation. It’s what the plot boils down to. The zombies are just a garnish. It’s all myth in the end.

Also maybe the Minotaur is Lisa Trevor, and Sherry Birkin, and Nemesis, and any number of the mutants that are experimented on against their will—turned into monsters reviled by society and kept hidden away, while the real monsters live their lives in luxury and freedom. The Minotaur is a halfbreed, whose parents created a zombie virus in their underground lab committed transgressions and their offspring was neither human nor bull; neither mortal nor undead.

And what happens when you leave the labyrinth? You’ve got trauma, physical scars, you can barely look at your friends. You run away. You are taken advantage of. You form a bioterror fighting agency. You go to war.

The player is, of course, Ariadne’s string, leading the heroes through the horrors with hidden knowledge of the Game (capital G).

[moonlightreal]

Reading The Secret Circle in 2023

I love this series. It was probably my first teenage witches series, it was YA before YA was really a separate genre, and LJ Smith is a solid writer. But I’m giving it a reread to see what I see, that my teenage self, who had read much less YA, didn’t see. And I’ll just write whatever comes to mind while I read.

The first thing and the main thing that made me twitch was Faye. The femme fatale of the coven, Hera the jealous goddess, boyfriend stealer and terrorizer of the school. In her first scene she’s pressuring a guy who has a girlfriend to take her out on a date, and since the whole school lives in terror of the coven’s powers the poor guy can’t say no. This is super uncomfortable.

Ms. Smith likes this femme fatale character type, she uses it again in one of the Night World books. I don’t think I’ve ever run across this kind of character in any other YA book. Faye is a very sex-positive character but also a sexual predator of unfortunate boys. She’s not a good person but she’s presented as wicked but still one of the good guys.

In the second book there’s a buck-wild scene where Faye, Suzan and Deborah play “Pizza Man He Delivers” they get the house done up like witchy love nest with candles, incense, crystals and music, and then they order six pizzas and if the delivery guys are cute they invite them in to seduce them. And I have so many questions. 1)did anybody do this in real life ever? 2)does Ms. Smith think anybody did this in real life ever? 3)how many adult films is this exact scene in? It’s straight out of a dirty video, with characters who are supposed to be 16! Ms. Smith is a much weirder writer than you might think lol.

Good girl Cassie decides this is wrong because the guys “don’t have a choice” even though they are enjoying the proceedings. The real life dangers of seducing and sleeping with random guys don’t seem to cross Cassie’s mind, so maybe their school has really bad sex ed.

But (back to slightly more serious thoughts) reading Faye it also occurs to me that she’s the femme fatale without ever being slut shamed. Her sexuality is scary but not shameful. Suzan, the voluptuous Aphrodite of the coven who barely gets a mention that doesn’t include mention of her chest size, is not really written as less-than because she likes seducing guys. In fact there’s a scene where Suzan helps the other girls get ready for the school dance and Cassie thinks, “She’d thought Suzan was just an airhead, but it wasn’t true. Suzan loved beauty and was generous about sharing it with other people.” and that is an amazing, amazing way to write the “fashion obsessed airhead” character type. Half my headcanons for Stella are based on that image that stayed in my head from the time I first read this series to the time I started watching Winx.

Each girl in the coven is based on a goddess, and they each have a signature color. This is not a bad writing trick to handle a bunch of characters and make them distinct! The third “bad girl” is Deborah the biker chick, based on Artemis the huntress. Deborah rides a motorcycle and wears itty-bitty tops and leather jackets and at one point has a leather hat with a chain on it. And she’s “not interested in boys.”

Ms. Smith was writing in the early ninties when there were “gay books” and ‘normal books” and she was writing normal books as directed by her publisher so all her characters are white-cis-het. But Deborah, while described as very pretty with a dainty face, is kind of butch. One of the boys, the cold and emotionless Nick, is described as not liking girls, but I don’t get any potentially gay vibes off him. If you wanted to read into it Nick could be ace and Deborah could certainly be a lesbian.

This made me wonder-- if she started writing again today when representation is the trend in YA literature, what would Ms. Smith think? We can’t ask her so I can only make a guess based on her writing, her blogs, and the fact that she’s no fan of Trump… I think she’d freaking love it. Ms. Smith’s jam is writing forbidden love, and now she’d have all these new kinds of couples to write and new reasons for their love to be forbidden. Thinking Night World here because that’s a series that could be expanded, what do all the supernaturals think of same-sex relationships? The witches are very traditional but same-sex relationships happen among animals so maybe the shapeshifters are chill with it. Who knows? Ms. Smith could worldbuild that stuff to her heart’s content and I think she’d have just a grand time.

LJ Smith mentioned somewhere that she put “everything I could find or make up about Wicca” into Secret Circle. There were BARELY any books about witchcraft in 1992, and I wonder what Ms. Smith could do today, when they’re everywhere and she could look up all different magical traditions. She’d have so much to work with!

So what did she have to work with? The girls use rhyming spells and lots of candles. They use herbal teas and homemade beauty products. There are circles and books of shadows. The elements and nature are mentioned a lot, but despite the girls reflecting goddesses they don’t worship the old gods.

There aren’t a lot of magic tools, interestingly. The girls use a lot of stones, each girl has a unique “working crystal” and a type of stone that they use most. Then there are the “master tools,” a set of regalia the leader of the coven wears: a bracelet, tiara and garter. Not a wand, besom or cauldron in sight! At one point one of the characters mentions typing up spells to make a “floppy disc of shadows” which is a phrase I think I read in a Silver Ravenwolf book, but I don’t think Ms. Smith read any SRW, she’d have pulled WAY more from it if she had.

But if you are, like I was, a young magic user looking for how-tos in fiction books, the Secret Circle is great. The main magical takeaway is the use of stones and crystals, which the girls use constantly. As jewelry, as pendulums, in spells, or just to hold to absorb their attributes. Each girl mentions her favorite stone at some point so whoever you are you’ll probably be inspired to use your favorite stones more often.

In fact I think I’ll drop the page from the old Circle Daybreak website here.

Finding your working crystal Each witch in the coven, male or female, also has a special stone, often of their color choice but not always. This is their working crystal, and is used to draw out their own special virtues and powers. Here are what different crystals can be used for and what they mean. You, too, can use your working crystal, in addition to wearing a certain color, to bring out these qualities in yourself.

The garnet brings circulation to normal, helps the blood clot, and purifies. It builds balance, awareness, and well-being, as well as preventing fears and insecurities. Garnets also draw out negativity, and can make one more attractive to others.

The ruby intensify love, compassion, and sexuality. It, too, brings circulation to normal, and purifies the blood. Also, rubies are high-energy stones for courage, boldness, and action. Faye likes to wear star rubies to increase her sex appeal to men.

Carnelian stimulates energy and appetite, as well as physical power and courage. It helps ground one to the physical plane, and promotes practical application of ideas. As Suzan’s crystal, perhaps this is why she has such a fondness for twinkies.

Citrine is Deborah’s crystal and may be the source of her energy. It provides a sense of stability and promotes practical application of ideas and a rational approach. Citrine also adds energy and emotional balance. It clears the body of toxins.

Topaz calms and cleanses. It relieves and balances emotional breakdowns. It aids in the healing of nervous fatigue, exhaustion, and extreme stress. Topaz also aids with headaches.

Peridot is used for clear sight and problem solving. It is a healer of the spirit and physical body. It provides protection from nervousness, and increases fearlessness and willpower. The circle uses it for dowsing. It helps with hurt feelings.

Melanie’s crystal is jade, and she uses it for mental clarity. It brings peace and calm, and has a stabilizing effect on the body. Jade also builds courage, clarity, and tranquility of the mind. It aids stomach problems.

The emerald strengthens memory, clear seeing, and wisdom. It enhances speech and creativity. Emeralds also increase intelligence, foresight, and prophecy. It aids heart problems and asthma, and eye problems.

Malachite purifies things on the material plane. Its bands provide protection of creative ideas. Malachite also promotes tranquility, success and good wealth in business. It is sometimes called lapis liguris.

Lapis Lazuli is used by vampires in The Vampire Diaries as protection from the sun. It illuminates the mind, and has purifying and healing properties. Lapis also promotes mental endurance, insight, and wisdom, as well as building good judgment and psychic abilities. It helps emotional healing.

Azurite aids in communication. It clears thoughts, and cleanses negative mental states. Azurite also aids in insight, vision, and hypnosis. It reduces stress and depression.

The sapphire aids in communication, as well as aiding clairvoyant perceptions, divine wisdom, and prophecy. It also cleanses negative mental states and disturbances. Sapphires help with nervous and mental disorders, and asthma.

Blue Topaz adds spiritual strength. It calms, sooths, and sedates. Blue topaz also brings a peaceful and natural healing state of consciousness. It builds mental clarity, and aids emotional healing.

The amethyst, Laurel’s crystal, has a calming and healing mental effect. It enhances the meditative state, and creates pure thoughts. It also adds spiritual insight and higher values, in addition to alleviating mental stress. The circle uses amethyst to ward off evil

Extra Secret Circle stuff: There was a sequel series written by Aubrey Clark. They are not very good. I did have them from the library but it was some years back so my memories are vague. Ms. Clark did her best but she just doesn’t have Ms. Smith’s gift for getting the characters right. She also killed off some characters, I think Suzan didn’t make it, which sucks.

Ms Clark brought two new things to the series: the concept of witch hunters and Scarlett, Cassie’s half-sister. My first reaction was, “Ha-ha, Mary Sue long lost sister!” but… it’s actually a pretty valid idea. Bringing in a child of Black John is a good way to add something new and connect to the original villain without bringing him back from the dead, and Scarlett can start evil and then be turned to good. Valid plot! I, uh, don’t remember if that actually happened in the sequel series, but the idea’s good.

There was a TV show. I was excited to learn this—but I learned it too late and could only find a middle episode and something I forget what about the plot annoyed me so much that I never tried to find the rest. I really probably should at least watch episode one, give it a chance, but the CW’s style is just so not my jam.

I’ve read that the show and the sequel books have similar plot points so that could explain some of the sequels’ events, if Ms. Clark was writing to tie in with the show.

[pandoraxharlow]

A New Beginning // self para

Pandora decided...she was making true to her promise. Building a new foundation, reinventing the personality once branded on her skin like a deep scar until it tore the woman’s insides to shreds. The biker chick, the tagalong, the delinquent chasing every bad boy after another. Jason being one of many of an extensive list, but none held a candle to his manipulation and charm. A tumultuous relationship, toxic, any love he displayed marked by the rising of his hand and a false sense of dependency. Never in a million years did Pan believe she would do what she did to him by cutting the life he took for granted short with two shots. No knights in shining armor were coming to save her, so...she set herself free.

In all liberation Pandora experienced, there was only a final piece chaining her to the prison of her old life and that had been Jason’s leather jacket. Admittedly, she’d grown fond of the clothing over the years, feeling protection whenever she wrapped it around her shoulders like a security blanket. No one understood that better than Enzo. He became the introduction to the biker lifestyle despite them meeting through Jason’s connections, developing a push-and-pull relationship that always ended in Enzo cleaning her messes because that is just who he was as a person. She attended his wedding, he went to her high school graduation considering he’s the only reason she graduated in the first place, and she was at his family’s funeral. Consistently, the two bounced into each other’s lives since as long as she could remember. Annoying as it was from Pandora’s perspective, she might’ve long been dead if he wasn’t there looking out for her when no one else stepped up during those adolescent years.

Pandora heard the fence gate creak open as she stood on the outskirts of a blazing firepit with a black leather jacket draped over her arm, not bothering to glance in Enzo’s direction as he quietly joined the blonde at her side. One text and he came running, always, no shocker there. Plus, word traveled he faced banishment from Newford and now called Greenpoint home. The contemplative silence rose through the air and settled between them for a few moments before Panny shattered it, “You’re probably wondering why you’re here.”

Enzo grunted an agreement to the statement, turning to glance at the house and returning his eyes on the young woman before allowing them to scan the bruises around Pan’s throat. The sight nearly dropped his stomach. “Heard you were staying with the cop. I wouldn’t completely put it past him if he came out here right now and tased my ass to the ground on sight. We...didn’t start on the right foot.” Understatement. As usual, he came off too strong and it rubbed Derek the wrong way. Differing views on knowing what was best and Enzo’s loss of control very much contributed to that argument.

“You make it a habit of pissing off the wrong people, don’t you? One of two reasons why you’re here.” Pandora dryly commented, further explaining as the calm rage plastered along her features, “I think I need to make something perfectly plain to you before I give the first reason why you were risking a death match with Derek for walking onto his property. Just so we’re both understanding how badly you’ve fucked up.” She turned more toward him, the fire casting a scorching glow along one side of her frame, “I’m not your daughter, Enzo, I’m not your sister. I know it’s so fucking ingrained into you to take care of every single person around you, but I am not your responsibility that you can play knight in shining armor with.”

Enzo should have known where this conversation was heading. His chat with Benji at the station wasn’t his finest moment and he almost considered apologizing to the kid then and there, but pride overcame him. He couldn’t initially admit he was wrong. “I know I crossed a line with Evans, but you can’t fault me for thinking he was like every single asshole I’ve ever seen you shack up with, Pan. You had a type. I never liked Jason to fucking start with, but I wasn’t about to sit here and stop you from dating who you wanted.” He breathed a deep sigh, “Benji’s been in the Ainsworth’s back pocket. I had every right to assume he was like that piece of shit.”

No,” She snapped, “You decided that instead of making a slice of effort in getting to know someone who will always be more than the self-serving bastards they surround themselves with, you would rather pass judgement on one of the kindest and generous people I’ve ever known. No, you’d prefer playing gatekeeper against a guy who this city has taken and taken from him until he had nothing left to give.” Benji was everything. Her family, her savior, something she never deserved to have. “He lost everything, his whole family, his home, his identity, and tossed to the curb like he was worthless. Does that sound like someone else you know, huh? Everything he felt, every ounce of hope he couldn’t spare to find, I saw that each moment I looked in the mirror and I saw it every day I spent time with him. So, here’s what’s going to happen,” Pan took a small step closer, “You’re going to apologize to him, Enzo. He isn’t Jason.”

“I know.” Enzo ground out, rubbing his hands over his face before pushing them through his cropped hair in agitating exhaustion. “Watching how you were around him, Panny, I wasn’t dumb. No matter how you tried covering up or pretending like shit was solid, I could see the marks and I couldn’t-” He shook his head slowly and glanced down, “I just thought that if I didn’t protect you back then, I could’ve protected you from making the same mistake with Benji even if I didn’t really know him. Shit, I know that isn’t an excuse, but it felt like I was preventing history repeat itself.”

Pandora pressed her lips tightly together and swallowed down the biting words she originally orchestrated to chew the man out with only for the statements to disappear from the girl’s tongue. Suddenly, the anger vanished. Now all she felt was exhausted. Tired by the pretenses, the hard shell mask, the heart of stone exterior she fronted for public consumption. “Reason number two why you’re here with me instead of anyone else from Newford,” Pan held up the leather jacket in her hands, “Despite what you lead yourself to believe, you did protect me. I was lost, starving for attention, wrapped up in a guy who shoved me into this world of his I knew held its dangers. I fell in deep, partying until the fucking cows came home, and I thought that’s all gangs were. That pretty girls like me were just...playthings.”

“Then you come along and turn that shit on its head.” Pan continued. “You took me home when I drunk myself to oblivion, you gave me a couch to crash on, you put up with my bullshit no matter what I threw at you. You know better than anyone I’m too prideful asking for help, but you gave yours anyway with the intuition I needed it so fucking desperately when it seemed like nobody gave a shit.” She gripped the material, worn from use and frayed along the sleeves, “This jacket became everything I wanted to be when I had no idea who I was. It’s Newford, it’s Jason, it’s the perfect allegory why I finally found my resilience. You see,” A sad smile slowly lifted upon Pandora’s lips, “You don’t have to hold my hand anymore, Enzo. I’m still standing because of you.”

Sid would have been surprised, truly, how Enzo managed to remain silent through Pandora’s heartfelt spiel without offering his piece in the matter. Even if the desire to interject occurred, he would not have known what he planned on saying when her words left him speechless. This was her reassurance he did something right, a gratitude Enzo wanted to tell her that she didn’t feel the necessity to grant when no thank you is what he sought. His gaze appraised Pandora as if he were really seeing her for the first time and it’s in the moment he realized how much she grew in not only age, but as a person. Her blonde locks were shorter, chopped to the shoulders in a look that suited the young woman tremendously, and it was the strength of how she now carried herself. No...she wasn’t the same girl. “You’re still standing because of you, honey. There isn’t a single person who’s got more perseverance in just their little finger than you.” He mirrored her smile, the happiness and melancholy mixing into one at the pit of his stomach, “I’m proud of you, Pandora.”

Pan’s eyes immediately shot to the jacket still resting in her hands. She denied herself the crying moment at least not in front of the man when the two were both somewhat uncomfortable by visible emotions. Maybe that is no longer her story, who she needed to be, not when she’s already come this far. “I might not know the real reason you were thrown out of Newford, Enz, but I do know our faction doesn’t define us. That’s what this jacket was, reminding me I belonged to someone else. It’s time to come to grips I’m no longer the same Pandora and you aren’t the same Enzo either. And we can’t do that if we’re holding onto broken memories.” Pandora stepped closer to the stones encircling the pit, slightly holding out the object in her hands closer to the fire, “So, if you’re ready to see what freedom really means like I am, it’s ours.”

Enzo understood what she meant. Destroy the metaphorical link connecting them both to Newford, to the gang, to the monsters plaguing their nightmares, all for setting themselves unbound by expectations. For him, it was erasing the pain of Amelia’s passing and the loss on his unborn child, losing his place at Drake’s side, and the blood soaking his hands from a job he never sought after. It was clear Pandora needed to perform this act as a rite of passage and she was inviting him on embarking the same journey side-by-side. She didn’t want to travel it alone and if it’s his company Pan required in that moment, he could never deny her wishes. 

Pandora watched him nod his head as the final confirmation before she released her last grip on the jacket, the clothing poetically falling in a crumbled heap on top of the stacked logs. The fire sent tiny sparks flying, spreading along the surface of the jacket and slowly engulfing the entire piece from what appeared to be the collar all the way to the bottom. Real leather only charred, surprisingly resistant to heat, but faux leather would set ablaze almost instantly. How ironic was it, she thought, that Jason’s jacket had been as synthetic as he was? That everything he said he felt for her, what she experienced, was a lie. Still, the damage was already done. Nothing would remain of the jacket, only stripes of material holding no meaning for her she can now erase from the past. The flames hungrily engulfed the last fragment of Jason nobody will miss again. Good.

Pan reached over and took Enzo’s hand in hers, feeling a sense of resolution as the man gave it a small gentle squeeze. They were two Vincents breaking the mold, bearing witness to a new beginning. A fresh start. Something deemed once impossible, now achieved by storm and strife. As their eyes rested upon this raging pyre billowing smoke towards the heavens, Enzo chose to voice a final thought that came to him since Jason’s demise, “Hey, Panny,” He whispered, “No matter what happened...I don’t blame you.” You did what you had to do. She had to know that’s what he meant.

The statement and its veiled intention nearly caught Pandora off-guard, but not by surprise. Only the mind of a man who took lives for a living would understand the truth behind the lie she and Derek were conveying. She knew Enzo planned on keeping her secret safe, choosing a code of silence despite no verification to the whole story. That’s what families did for each other, after all. No words left Pandora’s mouth, but her hand offered another firm squeeze that spoke volumes.

Two promises were fulfilled. One of freedom and the other of unswerving loyalty.

[estellamiraiauthor]

The Stars May Rise and Fall: The Annotated Re-read (Chapter 26)

Welcome back to chapter 26! This one was also pretty straightforward, but there are a couple of fun little things to comment on.

Spoilers, including spoilers for chapters beyond this one, under the cut!

Not a lot to comment on in the beginning. Teru goes back to his own apartment to get all his winter clothes so he can essentially keep living at Rei’s. I guess Rei is probably paying the rent on Teru’s apartment at this point, even though no one is using it, and… that’s an interesting choice. I think it’s partly just that Rei is still a little afraid of rejection, and that if he says “We’re living together anyway, why not make it official?”, there is a chance that Teru might say no. (He absolutely wouldn’t at this point, but Rei is super anxious about rejection so you know he’d worry about that.) But I think it’s also for Rei to give HIMSELF a way out…

Teru runs into Yasu in a music store where they’re both looking for bands who are looking for new members (nowadays this is probably done online, but people used to post fliers in places like this). They have an interesting conversation about the rest of the band, particularly when Yasu says he thinks Seika will be doing music forever, but he’ll be just as happy if he never makes it big. That’s a little bit of foreshadowing as well, since other than Teru, Seika is the slowest to say yes to the offer they’ll get later from a record label.

They leave the music store and walk over to Tokyu Hands, which was one of the few places you could easily get stage makeup. This section ended up being really nostalgic, because the area between Shinjuku Station and Takashimaya/Tokyu Hands has COMPLETELY changed since I wrote this.

They walk past a Starbucks (which at least WAS real; I’m not sure if it’s still there) where two girls are reading a manga together at the counter by the window. Teru internally comments that the girls probably aren’t a couple any more than the schoolgirl and the biker chick on the cover of the manga, but it would be nice if they were. This is pretty much a throwaway detail, but there are a couple of things happening here. First, the schoolgirl and the biker chick on the cover are Hiromi and Emika, the main characters from a second manuscript I had written, that I expected at the time to be my second book, so I added a little cameo in editing. It’s not a REAL cameo, because those characters were 18 in 2016, when their story was set, so they’d only be toddlers, but I put them in in manga form. (Teru and the band also had a cameo in THAT manuscript, where one of the girls says to the other, “You know the singer’s gay, right?”… Even if I never write a full sequel about what happens to Teru and company going forward, I was so excited to at least be able to make it canon that he’s still performing 16 years later, and is either publicly out or at least out in an “everyone knows even though it’s never been officially announced” sense.) The other thing going on here with this wistful “it would be nice if they were a couple” thought is probably that Teru IS wanting to be a little more like a normal couple with Rei… which leads into his next conversation with Yasu.

(That second manuscript is unfortunately never going to be published BTW… I hit a brick wall with editing and just generally have a lot of trauma over the whole process.)

The department store is decorated for Christmas in garish metallic colors that were kind of meant to highlight the difference between manufactured beauty and the inherent beauty of real, imperfect things just kind of as an ongoing theme. Yasu asks Teru if he and Rei have any plans for Christmas… Christmas in Japan is mostly a secular holiday. Only 1% of the population is Christian, so unless you’re a little kid or the parent of a little kid, it’s mostly a holiday for couples… so having some kind of romantic plan for Christmas would kind of be expected. Teru sort of confides in Yasu that they don’t go out much because people stare and Rei is self-conscious, and when Yasu suggests a love hotel, Teru admits that the one time they tried that, it didn’t go so well. Then we get what’s probably my very favorite moment from Yasu in the entire book, when he admits that he’s self-conscious sometimes too, about being “the fat kid who wanted to be a rock star”, and suggests that continuing NOT to have sex with Teru probably isn’t doing much to boost Rei’s body image. This gives Teru a lot to think about, and he lets Yasu load him up with a bunch of pamphlets from a travel agency.

Here, again, he tries to come up with a plan that Rei would enjoy, and I think he does better than he has in the past. Teru rightly thinks it wouldn’t be a lot of fun to take a plane. Even though this was pre-9/11 and security in Japan is more relaxed than in the US, Rei would still need to show his face and would probably set off all the metal detectors, so Teru finds a place they can get to by train, with hot springs (good for pain) that can be accessed via a private bath attached to the room… no need to be naked in front of strangers.

I think it’s very cute that Teru has to ask Seika if the hotel he finds is going to let two men check in together… of course when you think about it, it’s kind of a silly question. People go on vacation with family members or on business trips with colleagues or whatever all the time—no one would even have to know they were a couple. But it’s something I would probably have worried about at Teru’s age, and it feels very in character for him to have that fear!

And then we have the call from Minori, which is going to completely change the fate of the band in the next chapter.

[heyitsperfect]

Oh you noticed? - Angel Reyes

Warnings: fluff, language 

Request by @beardburnsupersoldiers: Could you please do prompt 14 with Angel Reyes?

Prompt: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Yo, querida, what are you doing tonight?” Angel asked you when they were swarming out of Templo. You were sitting at the bar, keeping Ez company. 

“Chilling on my sofa with a bottle of wine and some chinese take out.” you responded, making Angel frown. 

“Oh no, not again! You are coming to the party tonight and if I have to pick you up myself then so it be. But you are not going to spend another Friday night alone on your sofa. I want your cute little ass here.” Before you could respond Bishop called him over for god knows what. 

“Why is your brother like that? All I want to do is relax.” you groaned out and rested your forehead on the bar. The reaction made Ez chuckle. Ez introduced you to the club a while ago and ever since then Angel tried to convince you  to come to the parties every weekend.

“You’re not the first woman who gets frustrated about my brother. It seems like he likes you. As in more than a friend of his brother” you turned your head to look at him. 

“Nah. I thought you’re the smart one here. If he really wants me here tonight, he has to pick me up. I’m out. See you tomorrow, Ez.” you got off the bar stool you were sitting on and made your way home. If Angel Reyes was really interested in you, he had to show it more. 

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“Hey little brother, have you seen Y/N?” Angel asked Ez as the party was already in full swing. 

“Nope and I don’t think she’s coming tonight.” 

“Why not? I invited her!” Angel scoffed. 

„Maybe you should show her you really want her here.“ Ez suggested. 

„What do you mean Boy Scout? Spill the beans.“

„C‘mon you like her. Show her you mean it.“ Ez tried to explain, but Angel wasn‘t having it. 

„I’m flirting with her all the time. She’s the one who doesn’t get it. I’m gonna pick her up now.“ with that Angel left Ez behind. He was determined to make you see what you mean to him. 

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You were minding your own business sitting on the sofa, a glass of wine in your hand and some chick flick playing on the TV until heavy knocking disturbed your peace. You knew exactly who that was. 

„What do you want Angel?“ you asked him as soon as you opened the front door. He walked past you and plopped down on your sofa. 

„Spending time with you. When you‘re not coming to the party, I’m coming to you.“ he said matter of factly. 

„Okay.“ it surprised you „do you want a beer?“ 

„I’ll take some of your wine if that’s okay for you.“ now you were officially confused. You got him his own glass and served him some wine. It was weird to see him like this. So carefree. So out of character. Normally he was the big bad biker who always got a woman on his arm. 

„You look beautiful Y/N.“ he said after talking for a while. 

„What? I’m wearing no make up and I’m in my pjs. Are you out of your mind Angel Reyes?“ you chuckled and looked down at your lap. 

„Don’t hide from me, querida. You do that all the fucking time.“ he put a finger under your chin to lift your head up. „So fucking beautiful.“ he caressed your cheek with his thumb. 

„Are you flirting with me, Ignacio?“ you were really bad at those things. Never really had a boyfriend before and your dating game wasn’t really strong. 

„Oh you finally noticed. I’ve been flirting with you ever since my little brother brought you around.“ he showed you his famous smile that made you weak in the knees. 

„Don’t play with me.“ you were scared of another heartbreak. Another man who’s played with your feelings and you didn’t want that. 

„I’m not planning to play with you. Go on a date with me and I'll show you how serious I am.“ he took your hand in his caressing the back of it. You simply nodded, not really knowing what else to say. 

A few days later Angel took you out on a real date and it was beyond perfect. A few more dates followed after that and a real relationships full of love, laughter and memories were build. 

[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season One

Part Twenty - (Theatricality) FUCKING, POINTY THING!

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: The tale of how Tina lost her dark clothes and got them back.

Word Count: 8,330

WARNINGS: N/A

(A/N): I’m not adopted. But I wrote how I personally would feel in a situation like this one.

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"Tina's wearing not black!"

You were surprised, to say the least.

"Tina is wearing not black!"

That apparently was all you could say, pointing at the girl as she made her way to sit in between Finn and Artie.

"It's so weird."

"This so isn't you," Finn added to Artie's point.

"I feel like an Asian 'Branch Davidian'."

"Tina, are there any other looks you can try?"

"Biker chick?" Santana suggested, gaining an instantaneous thumbs down from the girl.

"Cowgirl?" Finn was next.

Then Mercedes, "Hoodrat."

Tina still kept her thumb down.

"Computer programmer." Quinn perked up.

"How in the hell does a computer programmer dress?" Then an idea of your own popped into your head. "What about grunge rocker?"

Still a no from the girl.

"Cross-country skier," Brittany said.

"Catholic schoolgirl?"

I bet you can guess who offered that up.

Sitting between Puck and Matt, you were given a direct line to jab him in the arm. Which you took full opportunity of.

Then Brittany spoke up again.

"A happy meal, no onions. Or a chicken."

"Oh, I vote chicken."

"Look, I appreciate it, guys, but it just isn't me-"

"But chicken," you whined.

"-I know who I am, and I'm not allowed to show it. It's like Communism ."

Your face scrunched up at that, confused by the girl's words.

"How?"

"Guys, we have a serious problem," your sister announced, striding into the room.

"You ate the last of my chocolate?"

"She's vegan," Matt pointed out to you.

"I don't know how I keep forgetting that. She doesn't stop going on about it."

"You know how I've been doing some deep background on Vocal Adrenaline?"

"Isn't that against the rules?" Artie asked.

"It seems like it would be."

"No, not at all." Rachel took a moment to think over her words. "Or, probably. Whatever. Anyway, what I figured out: I rooted through the dumpsters behind the Carmel Auditorium-"

"Gross," you cringed.

"-And I found eighteen empty boxes of Christmas lights."

"Oh, no," Tina spoke.

"Yeah, I think it's insane that they're starting to decorate for Christmas this early, too."

"Which lead me to Joelle Fabrics. I asked them about red chantilly lace, and they were sold out!"

"Oh, sweet Jesus."

"Oh, my," Mercedes and Kurt said, the same mortified face making its way across their features.

"What's the big deal? Can't you just get some from somewhere else?"

"What?" Mr Schue asked, throwing his arms out, confused by both Rachel's words and the reactions they were gaining.

"They're doing Gaga," Kurt said.

"Oh, that's it. It's over."

"Exactly!" your sister stressed out, agreeing with Mercedes.

"Uh, how is it over?"

"We should have guessed it," Kurt continued, beating himself up about it. Mercedes and Quinn reacted just as disappointedly, from where you could see them. "They're going for full-out theatricality. They know it's the easiest way to beat us. Damn them!"

"Yes, damn them. Damn them all to hell!" you yelled, pretending to throw something onto the ground. Turning to Matt, shaking your head at the boy, confused by what was going on.

"What's up with this Gaga dude?" Puck asked, "He dresses weird, right? Like Bowie?"

"I'm surprised you even know who Bowie is."

"Lady Gaga is a woman!" Kurt snapped, defending one of the women he loves, "She's only the biggest pop act to come along in decades. She's boundary-pushing, The most theatrical performer of our generation. And she changes her look faster than Britt changes her sexual partners."

"That's true," Brittany agreed with the boy.

You nodded, looking over to Puck. "Yeah, he's right. Lady Gaga is pretty cool."

"It makes sense that Vocal Adrenaline would pay homage. It's a brilliant move. She's a perfect fit for them."

"Now, hold on a second." Mr Schue raised his finger. "We might be able to kill two birds with one stone here. We can help Tina find a new look and find a competitive number for regionals. This week, your assignment: Gaga."

'Oh, fuck'

All the girls, and Kurt, became super excited by this weeks lesson. While the boys, and yourself, looked less than pleased, to say the least.

The boys mainly because they just didn't wanna do 'Gaga'.

And you, because you didn't want to feel uncomfortable like you had when you were made to song 'Halo' and 'Walking On Sunshine' like you were during mash-up week.

"Pens. I need pens," Rachel said, snapping her fingers in front of her, "My ideas just come to me."

"Uh, my office." Mr Schuester pointed her in the direction of the room.

"I'm brainstorming."

"Yeah, I can tell from the way you're flailing your arms about," you stated to the girl as she walked away, all too used to this, thanks to living with her, your whole life.

---

The next day you were forced into driving your sister and two of your friends, including your crush, to spy on Carmel High.

Rachel opened the door to the auditorium like she had done it a hundred times before.

Which... now that you think about it, was probably true.

"Do they not lock their doors?" you asked, confused. Considering this was the biggest competition, and how seriously they took things, you would expect them to lock their doors during their rehearsals.

"You think they can see us?" Mercedes asked as she lead the way, sneaking over towards a row of seats closest to the balcony.

"If they catch us are we gonna have to go to jail?" Quinn whispered.

"What?" you gave an amused scoff, "No. We won't go to jail. God, Fabray, remind me to never go over the limit with you in the car, you'll think we'd get life, or something."

"Stealing their ideas is not a crime," Rachel replied, cutting in front of the blonde, still leaving you to take up the rear.

"Oh, I think that's debatable. I both agree and disagree, at the same time."

"Five, six, seven, eight."

"Your shoes are making noise," Rachel told Mercedes.

"It's almost as if she's walking ."

"And one, two, three, four, five, six." You sat down, watching as Vocal Adrenaline rehearsed, their director clicking her fingers as she counted, reminding you of your sister in a way.

"They look amazing ."

"They committed a massacre," you joked about their full-red attire's.

"Claw, claw, up, clap-clap. And five, six," she broke off into a stammer, throwing her arms into the air at the team, "Okay, okay, okay. It's just. Enough. You guy's aren't getting it."

" Not getting it ?" you rhetorically asked, "Is she on something?"

"You're letting the costumes do all the work. Theatricality isn't about crazy outfits. It's not enough to douse yourself with gasoline. You have to light yourselves on fire to make it work!" she ranted passionately.

"God, she's good."

"Being theatrical doesn't mean you have to be a nuclear explosion. It can be like... like a quiet storm. You just have to radiate emotion, express what's deep inside you. That's what theatricality is truly about."

The whole of Vocal Adrenaline looked confused.

Or at least you assumed so, considering you couldn't see their faces.

But with the way they stood there awkwardly, you decided you were probably right in your assumption.

"Do I have to demonstrate?" the woman asked sassily, "'Funny girl'. E-flat." She then waved them off the stage.

"How is she singing that going to help?"

"Exactly what I would have done," Rachel said.

"Okay, then," you muttered.

"Babra. I could do it in my sleep."

"Sometimes you do," you informed her half-assly, "It's terrifying."

You watched as the director strode her way over to the ornate looking mirror, preparing to sing the song your sister had many times before.

Funny

"Did you hear that?"

"Did somebody tell a joke?" you asked dryly, getting a soft nudge from a smiling Quinn and a deathly glare from your sister in return.

Funny

Yeah, the guy said, honey

You're a funny girl

You gave a small gasp.

"She's a comedian. Also a really good singer."

That's me

I just keep them

In stitches

Doubled in half

And though I may be

All wrong for the guy

I'm good for a laugh

"That's kinda sad."

"Don't you ever shut up?" Mercedes hushed, over to you.

"No."

"No," you and Quinn said at the same time.

I guess it's not funny

Life is far from sunny

As if possessed. Your sister rose from her seat and slowly made her way past your little stake-out group.

"Where are you going?" Mercedes whispered.

But Quinn took a different approach. However, still whispering herself, she ordered, "Get back here."

You couldn't help but think that that was really cute.

'Stop it, brain!'

"Dude, you would not be good as a spy."

When the laugh is over

And the jokes on you

That's one thing

You really need for sure

You watched intently, as Rachel walked her way down the stairs, in a trance by the woman.

"Oh, we're screwed."

"What is she doing?" Quinn asked, both girls turning to you for answers about your sister.

"I have no clue." You shook your head, still watching the brunette advancing on the director. "But I kinda wanna say that that woman is a siren."

When you're a

Funny girl

The fella said a funny

Girl

"Funny."

How it ain't

So funny

Funny girl

"Miss Corcoran?" Rachel said, announcing her presence to the teacher, "I'm Rachel Berry. I'm your daughter."

"Uh, fucking what ?" you asked, shocked. Your two friends stunned into silence for a few long seconds.

That is until Mercedes turned to ask.

"Is she your mom, too?"

"No, that's impossible. I'm months older than her. I don't know who my biological parents are."

'How the fuck did she find out?'

So that's where you sat.

Watching your sister and the woman who gave birth to her.

Your friends, looking between the two Berry siblings.

All the while, you tried to fight the hollow feeling swelling up inside of you.

---

You didn't know how long had passed.

But it was long enough for all of the Vocal Adrenaline kids to disband and for Mercedes to head home.

You, not leaving your sister alone, even if you were able to leave the seat you were still sitting in.

Quinn, taking it upon herself to stay with you. Both girls had seen the look that had overtaken your face.

"How are you doing?"

"I don't know." You shook your head. "I don't know how I'm doing. How is somebody supposed to feel in this situation?"

"I have no idea." Quinn shook her head now. Truthfully clueless as to what you were going through at that moment, having known who her biological parents were her whole life. Even if they no longer wanted anything to do with her.

"Would it be right to feel envious at this moment?"

"It would be very understandable if you were."

You turned to the blonde then, something shining in your eyes. Something that she had never seen coming from you before.

Vounrobility.

"I never wanted to know who they were, you know. It was. My dad's were enough for me. They still are. It's just..."

"You're curious?" Quinn offered up.

"Yeah. I've always been curious. I found out when I was nine, you know?" you told her, gaining a curious expression from her in return, one that told you to carry on, "I wanted to find out why I liked different things to them. Why I didn't share some of their facial features. And I found the papers. My dad's sat me down and explained everything to me. And... I didn't care. It was like water off of a duck's back. I straight up just asked if I could have another slice of cake and carried on with my life. Didn't take long for me to start making jokes about it."

"I didn't expect it would."

You chuckled softly, before it dwindled down into silence.

"And now?"

"Now I just feel... I wanna know if somebody out there is walking around with the same nose as me."

---

"-You're wrong. It's a really good name."

'Oh, this should be fun'

"It's a rock star name."

"What's Puck wrong about now?" you asked, sliding up to the two squabbling teenagers by Quinn's locker.

"Are you ever like not here?" the boy argued.

"You wanna name our daughter 'Jack Daniels'? She's a girl!"

"I mean, I'm all for the belief that names have no gender, but I think that's taking it a bit too far."

"Can you leave us alone?!"

"Don't go anywhere, Y/N," Quinn told you, jutting a hand out towards you as if you were actually going to leave.

Puck sighed harshly, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.

"Okay, fine, whatever. We can name her Jackie Daniels."

"This is really going over your ballad head, isn't it?"

"The name is not the point!" Quinn snapped, reiterating your point with her words and tone of voice, "I told you this. I'm giving up the baby, so I don't have to do this with you."

'She could do it with me'

'Stop' You shook your head lightly. 'She could also raise the baby with me'

Sometimes you understood why your friends nudged you in the ribs or lightly smacked your arm.

"This is good for you," the blonde continued, placing a condescending hand on his shoulder, "Now you can go off and be a rock star yourself."

She turned away but peddled back momentarily, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you with her.

"You know my offer still stands, right?"

Instantly knowing you were talking about raising the baby with her, Quinn shot you a small but sad smile.

"I know."

"It will always stand. Up until you give that baby away."

"I know that, too." She nodded. "But do you remember what I said the last time you told me this?"

"That we were too young to raise a baby."

"We're still too young. I'm doing the right thing here."

"I know you are. I just wanted to remind you that the offer was still on the table."

She started laughing to herself then, at the thought that popped into her mind.

"What?"

Quinn turned to you as she walked, hand resting upon her stomach.

"What would your dads say if you raised a baby that wasn't yours, with someone you weren't with?"

How you wished that last part wasn't true.

"What would your sister say?"

A bright smile pulled on your face,

"I feel like my dad's wouldn't be happy with it but would still deal with my decision. Then spoil them rotten. Rachel? Oh, that would be hell on earth," you finished off in a breath.

And that's when Kurt and Tina came 'round the corner.

"Looking good, you guys," you complimented them.

"I love wearing champagne bubbles," Tina gushed, "I get to express a whole different side of myself. Because even though I'm painfully shy-"

"They put a lot of effort into their costumes," you said to Quinn as you walked down the corridor the two just came from. Tina's voice, fading the further away she got, "Speaking of... what have you got planned for Gaga week."

"Oh, you'll have to wait and see."

"Well then, just answer me this: Will I be able to make a joke about it?"

"I feel like you'd be able to make a joke out of almost anything."

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then," you replied happily.

Just as Quinn was about to ask you about what you had planned for that week. A loud clatter came from the hallway your two friends were walking down.

Dread filled you instantly, both you and the blonde stopping in place, turning to look where you had just come from.

Waiting to see if anything else happened.

That's when you spotted Azimio and Karofsky.

"Oh, those dickhead's," you whispered to yourself.

Quinn placed a hand over your abdomen, the other, going to hold your bicep.

"Y/N. Don't."

"You don't want me to help our friends?"

"I don't want you to get hurt."

Words got stuck in your throat at the sincere look in the girl's eyes.

She really didn't want you to get hurt.

The boys were gone. And Quinn let out a relieved breath. Thinking that it was all over with.

Then a noise that was, unmistakably, the sound of a fist colliding with a locker door.

"Y/N-" Quinn tried. But you were gone.

"I'll knock that crazy-fool crepe-paper nonsense off you."

"I'd like to see you try," you challenged, coming up behind the boys just as he was turning around.

"Y/N-" Quinn jogged up next to you, grasping your arm, hoping to tug you away when she got the opportune moment.

"Yeah, Berry. Mind your own business."

"I could say the same for you." your voice was deathly level, as you never once broke eye contact with Azimio. "Leave them alone."

"And why should I?"

"One reason? You'll have me to deal with."

The boy laughed in your face, his fellow jock joining in.

"You really think that you can take both of us?" Karofsky asked.

"Aww," you cooed at them, your friend's eyes widening at you as they wasted on, "You too scared to go one on one? I'm not surprised. Considering you bully people for having fun. It makes sense that you don't have enough balls to even do that alone."

"Oh my, God," Tina whispered.

"You wanna see first hand what I can do with my fists?" Azimio asked, stepping closer to you.

Quinn pulled your arm back, unable to move any other part of your body, considering how stiff you were. Taking a step closer into your side, herself.

"Don't you dare hit them."

"Oh, wow, who knew they could turn little Miss Chastity Ball gay," Karofsky mockingly.

Kurt and Tina rushed up at that moment to help Quinn stop you from taking a step towards the boy.

"At least they're not some sad, washed up, has-been, who peaked in High School, waiting to happen," Quinn came to your defence, "They stand up for their friends, while you're too scared to even be yourselves."

Your eyebrows rose at her words, Kurt and Tina turning to look at her in mild shock.

Karofsky just scoffed, shaking his head, tapping Azimio on his shoulder, and nodding down the hallway behind you, "Let's go."

"Yeah, you don't wanna be late for your appointment at supercuts!" Kurt yelled after them.

"Watch your mouth, Hummel!"

"Watch yours!"

"And you know what, fancy ?" Karofsky added, "You don't need an appointment at supercuts. They love walk-ins."

They both chuckle, slapping their palms together before pulling each other into the traditional "bro-hug".

"That's the best he can do?" you asked, turning to your friends.

Quinn sighed, all of the tension flooding away from her. She then pointed a finger at you, a hard expression upon her face, causing your eyes to widen almost comically.

"I swear to God if you ever do that again- If I have to have this baby alone because you got put into the hospital for a challenging a bunch of knuckleheads. Santana's bad side will look like a basket full of kittens compared to what I will unleash on you."

You would have been scared by her threat.

If it weren't for one little thing.

"Wait. I'm gonna be there when you have her?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, beginning to make her way around you. "Of course, you are."

For one of the first times in your life, you were entirely speechless.

The blonde, waiting for you a couple of feet away, watching as you stared into space in front of your friends, slowly blinking back into reality.

Looking over your shoulder, you found the girl waiting for you there, with a soft smile upon her features.

Quinn ticked her head down the hall.

"Come on, walk me to class."

You nodded dopey, moving to follow the ex-cheerleader down the hall.

Kurt and Tina looked at one another as soon as you and the blonde were out of sight.

"How long before the get-together?"

"You act like they're not together now and just don't know it." Kurt rolled his eyes at his friend. "But when they get together properly? I say by summer in our Sophomore year."

"You're on."

And that adds up to two bets on you and the blonde.

Not that you knew about either of them.

---

"Little monsters, take a bow," Mr Schuester started the next lesson by celebrating some of the club member's outfits. All the while, they posed just like Lady Gaga would. "Ladies, Kurt, I am really, really impressed. Siéntate," he told them to sit in Spanish, "You- You know what the best part is? Each one of your costumes shows off a different aspect of your personalities."

"Woah!" you exclaimed, walking into the choir room. A bright smile tugging at your face, "There are six whole-ass Lady Gaga's up in here- You have a weapon!" you then cut yourself off, pointing at the pointy object Quinn held in her hand. "And Britt, you have a lobster on your face."

"His name is Ted."

"Wait, where's Rachel?" Puck asked, looking around the room and to the open door you just walked through. Expecting her to come striding through, "I mean, I only notice because like, five minutes have gone by without her saying something totally obnoxious."

"Hey, watch it, Puckerman. You may be right, but I will take you if you sat that again," you told the boy, and you moved to sit behind Finn, "And she's just fixing up her outfit from the car ride. Which, by the way, funny."

"How is she doing?" Quinn asked, eyes silently asking you the same.

"Wait, what's going on?" Mr Schue asked worriedly.

"Rachel kind of got some intense news yesterday," Mercedes said, Quinn following in her lead to explain.

"We were spying on Vocal Adrenaline-"

"Guys, that's not fair! You gotta stop doing that," Mr Schue scolded, watching as his students grew silent, looking at one another with knowing eyes, "But, uh, you know, what- What'd you find out?"

"Okay, y'all ready?" Mercedes asked, giving the class some suspension, "Miss Corcoran, their coach? She's Rachel's mom. "

"Are you serious?"

"Hey!" You sat up straight in realization. "You had a make-out session with my sister's mom."

Mr Schuester looked at you like a deer caught in headlights, moving from one foot to the other.

But lucky for him, he was saved by the boy in the wheelchair.

"Way to bury the lead, Mercedes."

"We're screwed," Puck affirmed, "Rachel's gonna jump ship over to Vocal Adrenaline."

"Never," came the tell-tale voice of your sister. One that only made you carry on your continuous laughter from the car ride when she made you drive her home to grab her costume, "I really don't want to talk about it, though. I'm still processing the news. My dad's are moving my therapist over to our spare room later this afternoon. All I know is that I'm not going anywhere and I've chosen a Lady Gaga look that expresses the longing for a childhood I was deprived of," she finished, pulling at some wool that was sticking out.

"You look terrible," Brittany stated, only causing you to laugh to yourself further, "I look awesome."

"I think it's the Kermit The Frog look," Mercedes said, her head turned to the side and eyes squinted at your sister's outfit.

Rachel removing her hands from her hips caused one of the stuffed animals to fall, landing on the ground with a small splat.

It, ironically, being a frog.

"And we have a jumper."

"Oh, that's a ten!" you exclaimed, pointing to the toy on the floor, "Marvellous form!"

A titter of laughter came from your group as you gave a small applause for the little green frog.

Rachel sighed softly before moving on to explain, "Well, my dads can't sew, so these are just stapled on."

"Then you should have come to me. I know how to sew."

"Wait. How is it that you're the only one who knows how to sew in your family?" Santana asked.

"Because, while Rachel wanted to do all of her dance lessons." You gestured a hand towards your sister before placing it on your chest. "I joined The Cub Scouts."

"They let you in?" Kurt asked.

"Well, it took some work on my dad's part, but yeah."

"How come you're not wearing a costume?" Rachel then asked you.

"Uh, two points," you said, raising your fingers, "One. Technically, I kinda am." Gesturing down to your t-shirt. "I ruined my whole white shirt by making it look like there was a bloodstain on it. In honour of... that performance she did, singing 'Paparazzi' because that was awesome. And not because there was blood, Puckerman," you continued, as the boy opened his mouth to speak, "But for the meaning behind it. And two. I'm joining the boy's in their performance because I don't know how I would be able to make a full outfit of hers masculine so that I'd be comfortable."

"G-guys, why don't we worry about all this stuff later and maybe try to focus on the song?"

"Couldn't agree more," your sister told the teacher, before looking over to the band, "Hit it!"

You gave a weak yell of fear as all the girls and Kurt rose from their seats, moving down past the seats dramatically. And in Brittany's case, vaguely eerily.

Finn, looking shocked as the girl came around the chair he was sitting in.

'Oh, this is gonna be fun'

Rah-rah, ah-ah-ah

Roma-roma-ma

Gaga, ooh-la-la

Want your bad romance

You couldn't sit straight.

You couldn't act straight, either.

Now, in the auditorium, arms flung over the backs of the empty chairs beside you. Feet up and crossed upon the one in front of you, as you watched the girls (and Kurt's) performance.

You were fine watching it.

Great, in fact.

That is until you looked at your sister and couldn't hold in your silent laughter.

Which is why you avoided looking at her at all costs during this performance.

I want your ugly

I want your disease

I want your everything

As long as it's free

I want your love

Love, love, love

I want your love

Glancing behind you, only momentarily, to spot Artie dancing along with the girls in his chair.

I want your 'Psycho'

Your 'Vertigo' shtick

"Hey!"

Want your in my 'Read Window'

Baby, you're sick

I want your love

Love, love, love

I want your love

'Oh, for the love of everything that is left of your sanity, please, don't let Quinn be the one to sing-'

You know that I want you

'-Oh, fuck sake!'

You were glad no one was sitting near you. With the deep inhale you took when you watched the blonde all decked out in pink, move up to the front and start to sing.

The world was against you.

That was the only explanation for this.

You know that I need you

Or the world loved you very, very much.

Seeing as your eyebrows ticked up in surprise when Quinn looked at you as she sang, smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"-'Cause I'm a freak, baby!"

I want it bad

Bad romance

I want your loving

And your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Whoa-oh-ohh-oh-ohh

Mike fell into it.

Giving up on his "hard-ass" persona.

Instead, choosing to enjoy the performance they were giving.

Unlike the three boys sitting in front of him.

You, of course, joined them. Head bobbing, and foot, tapping in the air as the music moved through you. Hands patting against the back of the seats.

I want your love

And all your lover's revenge

You and me

Could write a bad romance

Whoa-oh-ohh-oh-ohh

Ohh-oh-oh-ohh

Ohh-oh-ohh

Caught in a bad romance

Walk, walk fashion, baby

Work it, move that thing crazy

They all began to use the long catwalk as if they were models.

Your sister, going unsuccessful, thanks to her outfit.

Only causing you to wheeze out as you watched, having to bring up an arm to cover the smile on your face.

Walk, walk fashion, baby

Work it, move that thing crazy

Walk, walk fashion, baby

Work it, move that thing crazy

Walk, walk fashion, baby

Work it, I'm a freak, baby

I want your love

And I want your revenge

To say that you didn't feel a little twinge of arousal as you watched Santana sing. Slowly manoeuvring herself up from her crouched position, you would be a fucking liar.

And still, you couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. As if you were somehow cheating on the blonde on the other side of the stage.

I want your love

I don't wanna be friends

I want your bad romance

Caught in a bad romance

Want your bad romance

I want your love

And I want your revenge

You and me

Could write a bad romance

Looking over your shoulder at Artieonce again, you followed into boy's lead, mining hitting your fists into the ground. Copying the girls upon the stage.

Whoa-oh-ohh-oh-ohh

I want your love

And all your lover's revenge

You couldn't take your eyes off of Quinn as she danced.

And you didn't care when she caught you out.

Eyes connecting, you shot her a small smile and continued watching. A light blush dusted at her cheeks.

That confused you slightly.

However, you decided to just chalk it up to the fact that she was pregnant and dancing.

And not because you were unabashedly looking at her.

You and me

Could write a bad romance

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-ohh

Ohh-oh-oh-ohh

Want your bad romance

Caught in a bad romance

Want your bad romance

You clapped your hands along with Mike all the while Mr Schue and Arite copied the girls claw moves.

Ohh-oh-oh-ohh

Want you bad romance

Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah

Roma-roma-ma

Gaga, ohh-la-la

Want your bad romance

"Yeah!" you cheered once the performance was over. Enthusiastically clapping along with Mr Schue, Artie, and Mike. The other three moved to clap just because they had to.

A large part of you felt sorry for the girls and Kurt.

Considering, that they had to perform to people who didn't appreciate nor deserve it.

---

"Well, we're all here," you heard Mr Schue speak from behind the curtain as you were getting into your place with the guys, "So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce the boys and Y/N!"

"Thanks, Mr Schue! I love you, too!"

A quiet chuckle came from your awaiting audience.

Puck, quickly getting the show on the road, with his yell.

"Lima, Ohio, get ready to rock!"

(Write the parts of the performance)

As soon as the curtain was drawn back, screams poured from the small crowd of onlookers. The girl's voices already sounded their love before the song had even begun.

Well, the night's begun

And you want some fun

Do you think you're gonna find it?

Think you're gonna find it

You gotta treat yourself

Like number one

Do you need to be reminded?

Need to be reminded

Taking over from Puck. You moved across the stage to play your own guitar beside the boy. Watching as your audience danced, Artie pointing towards them all in front of you.

It doesn't matter what you do or say

Just forget the things

That you been told

We can't do it any other way

Everybody's gotta rock and roll

Ohh-ohh-whoo

Yeah. The fire was pretty awesome, you had to admit.

Should it, shout it

Shout it out loud

Shout it, shout it

Shout it out loud

If you don't feel good

There's a way you could

Don't sit there brokenhearted

Sit there brokenhearted

Call all your friends

In the neighbourhood

And get the party started

Get the party started

Joining the guys, minus Finn, in moving closer to the edge of the stage. Shanking your long wigs around, as the girls sounded their appreciation.

'If only the guys gave this much love to the girls when they performed'

Don't let them tell you

That there's too much noise

They're too old to really understand

You'll still get rowdy

With the girls and boys

'Cause it's time for you

To take a stand

You crossed paths with Puck, both of you strumming away at your guitars. Careful not to fall in your thick heeled boots.

Yeah-eah-eah

"Yeah!"

Shout it, shout it

Shout it out loud

You got to have a party

Shout it, shout it

Shout it out loud

Turn it up louder

You pumped your fist by your side as you watched one of the boys -you couldn't tell which, at this point-, jump from the short pedestal in which Finn was drumming on, spreading his legs, before landing behind you.

Later finding out that boy was Mike.

Shout it, shout it

Shout it out loud

Oh, yeah, yeah

Shout it, shout it

Shout it out loud

You had basically traded your place with Matt, as you were now standing beside Finn. Almost having your rocker wig being blown off by the blast that came beside you.

Hear it getting louder

Shout it, shout it

Shout it out loud

Whoa

You were panting heavily as cheers filled the auditorium, all from the eight people watching you.

Mr Schuester proceeded to step forward.

"All right, guys. Very impressive. Very, very loud ."

"Yeah!" Your teacher chuckled at you.

"But, uh, what does that performance express? And what do these costumes illustrate?"

"We did our research, Mr Schue." Mike shrugged.

"Yeah," Puck agreed, pointing over his shoulder to Finn at the drums, "Finn's demon look is because Gene Simmons liked comic books as a kid-"

Finn stuck out his tongue, throwing up rock signs.

"Oh, you gotta stop that," you told him, "Please keep your tongue in your mouth."

"-'Nd they called Paul Stanley the 'Star Child' because he was romantic, or something. But that doesn't really explain my whore lips."

"It's fitting that you'd get the guy with the whore lips, huh?" you sassed, watching as Puck puckered up his lips.

"And my Ace Frehley is supposed to be a spaceman from another planet," Artie explained, pointing over to Mike, "Mike's iconic 'Catman' was because Peter Criss claimed to have nine lives."

"Yeah, and I'm dressed as the guy who replaced Artie when he quit," Matt said.

"And you, Y/N?" Mr Schye asked, "I'm a little confused by yours."

"I drew a jack-o-lantern on my face!"

The man laughed along with your friends.

"I see that."

"I was gonna dress as Vinnie Vincent, but there wasn't much silver face pain left, and Artie decided to be Ace Freshley first, so it was only fair that he got that. And I wasn't about to dress like Eric Singer because having two catmen is just weird. And both of those reasons is why I couldn't do Tommy Thayer. And I wasn't gonna go unmasked like Mark St. John or Bruce Kulick, 'cause that's just boring. So, I decided to just make something up."

"Well, congratulations, guys. Job well done. Let's give it up for them!" he said to the group behind him.

You and Matt high-fived as another round of applause amongst cheering sounded. Finn, moving to hit the gong behind where he sat.

---

Finn was surprised to find you standing close to him once he shut his locker door a couple days later. The boy released a sigh when he realized it was just you. Not noticing the hard look upon your face.

"Hey, I uh-"

"I know that we've only just started being friends again," you started, cutting the boy off, "After I kept Quinn's secret and everything. But I've got to ask you a favour." You watched as Finn nodded, continuing before he could speak. "Call me a fag."

"What?" His eyes widened, and he moved back in surprise.

"You heard me. Call me a fag."

"N-No." He shook his head, taking a step back, with every slow on you took forward. "You're- You're my friend, I would never do that to you-"

"Oh, so Kurt's not your friend?"

"What? Of course, he is."

The boy grew fearful, finally realising what this was all about.

"Then why do you think calling him a fag is acceptable? Why do you think calling anyone that, friend or not, is acceptable?"

"I- I'm sor-"

"Don't." you shook your head. "I'm not the one you should be apologising to."

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away. Leaving Finn in the middle of the hallway to watch after you, disappointed with himself.

Boy, you could be terrifying, sometimes.

---

Walking into Glee Club later that day, you pointed down at the giant pink sea urchin taking up the chair between Matt and Quinn.

"What?" the girl asked, amused.

"That thing has stolen my seat."

"It was here first."

"It's an inanimate object."

You reached down, trying to pick the thing up. Only to get poked by its sharp point.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Soon enough, you were jumping back slightly every time you tried to touch it like a cat would when it's scared yet curious of something.

Laughing brightly, Quinn reached over and easily plucked it from the seat.

"How do you do that? You asked as you sat down.

"I'm not an idiot," she replied, placing the spiky thing upon your lap, so she didn't have to hold it.

You jolted slightly, letting out a weak sound of surprise. "If I had a dick, it would be impaled right now." Then, a small gasp. "Where's Puck? I've got a surprise for him."

"I am different."

Looking over your shoulder, you spotted Finn trying to talk to Kurt.

"Leave him alone. He doesn't want to talk to your right now."

"You told me to tell him I was sorry."

"When he wants to listen," you replied sternly, "You can't force him to listen."

"What's going on?" Quinn whispered once you turned to sit properly in your seat.

"You don't even wanna know."

"All right, let's get things started."

"Mr Schue," Puck announced his presence, walking in.

"Oh, there he is," you said, an evil smile tugging against your face, "Come here, Puck, I have a gift for you."

"I have something I want to say to Quinn, and I want everybody to hear it."

"All right." Mr Schue nodded, giving the boy the floor.

"At first, I didn't get this theatrical assignment being larger than life and putting it all out there. 'Cause I'm kinda like that all the time," he explained, "That's how my dad was, too. He was too busy being all crazy and rock and roll to be there for his kid. And you know what, I didn't care that my dad was a bad-ass. I just wanted him to be there." He shrugged. "And he never was. And then I learned all this 'KISS' stuff, and while 'Jackie Daniels' is a great name for like a powerboat or something, it's... not right for a baby girl. So, if my 'KISS'-mates will help me out. I got a better idea. Grab a stool, guys."

"I would, but I'm trapped," you called out, looking down at the object upon your lap.

But before Quinn could reach over and save you from the object, you took initiative.

Grasping one of the sharp points, you plucked it from your body, quickly placing it on your chair. Jogging over to the guys, just as Mike held out a stool for you.

Beth, I hear you calling

But I can't come home right now

Your brows furrowed momentarily at the song he chose.

Me and the boys are playing

And we just can't find the sound

"He does know that this is about one of the singer's girlfriend's, right?" you leaned over to whisper in Artie's ear, the boy shaking his head at you.

"I don't think so."

Just a few more hours

And I'll be right home to you

It didn't take long before the blonde girl tried to push her oncoming tears away. Blinking faster, hoping to rid the burning wetness from her eyes.

I think I hear them calling

Oh, Beth, what can I do?

Beth what can I do?

You say you feel so empty

That our house just ain't a home

Peering down the row of guys, you watched as Finn sang to Kurt. The boy felt terrible for what he had done and wished more than anything to make everything alright between the two.

And, even though your friendship was still on the rocks, thanks to the secrets you had kept from him, he really wanted to make things right between the two of you, too.

I'm always somewhere else

And you're always there alone

Just a few more hours

And I'll be right home to you

Quinn held her arms around the swollen stomach as the song progressed. Her tears seemingly subsided for the meantime. However, was still emotional during the song. As you expected anyone in her position would be.

I think I hear them calling

Oh, Beth what can I do?

Beth what can I do?

The girls raised their hands, miming what one would do with a lighter during a concert, as the melody filled the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Puck looking at you, the boy giving you an almost unseeable nod, indicating you to take over the next part of the song.

Beth, I know you're lonely

And I hope you'll be all right

Quinn's eyes were shining with tears that she was, once again, trying to hold back as you stared into each other ' s eyes. She couldn't take her eyes off of you, even if she tried. The girl, swelling with mass amounts of feelings, not just from Puck coming, somewhat, to his senses.

'Cause me and the boys will be playing

All night

She sniffed, trying to fling the wavy hair back over her shoulder. Anything to distract herself from how you were making her feel, along with the tears pouring from her eyes. Her attention returned to Puck as he finished the song.

All night

A tear fell from Quinn's eye as you brought the song to a close.

Puck stood to walk closer to the girl, leaving you and the boys behind.

"I know you're giving her up, but before you do. I think you should name her Beth."

'Kinda weird considering who the song's written for, but okay'

Quinn smiled tightly as the boy sighed, still trying to fight off her wave of tears.

"And if you'll let me, I'd really like to be there when she's born. I'd really like to meet her."

With a tear covered face, she nodded, that being all the conformation she would give him. Too afraid of her voice cracking if she tried to speak.

A cold, jealous feeling swelled in your chest.

This one was different to the usual fiery one the boy spurred within you.

You didn't know if this was because you knew you had no right to be feeling this way. Or because, you know, that no matter how close you got to Quinn, or how much you helped with everything, you would never be like Puck is to her.

Both.

You suspected it was both.

Then it dawned on you.

You would have to deal with Noah Puckkerman while she was giving birth.

'Fuck'

---

The TV was on when you walked into your house at the end of the day. Instantly telling you that your fathers were in there alone, considering Rachel was still at school, as she wanted to practice in the auditorium.

"Hey, Y/N," LeRoy greeted, which you gave no reply to.

Instead, reaching down, hand wrapping around the remote upon the coffee table, switching to TV off, before it clattered back onto the surface.

"I need to talk to you," you said, dropping to the free sofa.

"No TV. This has got to be important."

"Hiram," your dad scolded his husband as they both came to sit on the coffee table in front of you.

"You would be correct."

"What's up, sweetie?"

You took a deep breath, gearing yourself up to ask the question you had been thinking, for the past week.

"Where do I come from? I'm sure you've been waiting for this question since Rachel found out about Shelby."

"We have," Hiram nodded.

"I- Before you get the wrong idea or anything, I just want you guys to know I don't want to meet them. Not right now, at least. I just... wanna know."

"We don't know much." LeRoy shook his head softly. "It was a closed adoption. We don't know much about them. Not their names or anything."

"I don-" You hastily shook your head. "I don't want their names."

Hiram started next, "All we know is that... wait." He raised a finger, deciding to change how he was going to say this. "We are so proud of you Not only because, who you are, but what you're doing for that girl you bring home so often."

"Quinn?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Your mother was only fifteen when she had you. The father wasn't in the picture. But we know they were both kids. Nothing else. Just important medical history."

You nodded your head this time, slowly, as you processed the news.

Surprised when there was suddenly a glass of water being handed to you.

You hadn't even realized LeRoy had left the room until he was back, there was a glass in your hand, and he was sitting back down.

"Thank you," you said before taking a few gulps of the liquid.

"How do you feel?" LeRoy asked.

"I don't know... I just, I'm curious, I guess. I don't want to know who they are. I just want to know-" A small chuckle. "-If I have someone's nose. Someone's ears. But... I'm fine not knowing for now. I don't care who they are. They're not my parents. I already have those."

Both men smiled brightly at you.

"I guess I'm just always going to feel that, huh? The curiosity, I mean."

"You can always look for them when you're eighteen."

"I'm not sure if I want to." You shook your head again. "I think the most I want to know is my DNA."

"I understand that," LeRoy said.

"I'm hungry. Can we have Italian tonight?"

---

"Whoa! Guys, why are you all in your theatricality costumes?" Mr Schuester asked, entering the choir room the next day.

"It's the end of the week," Artie said obviously, "We were kind of hoping to learn what the lesson of the assignment was."

The Spanish teacher paused.

"Well, um... you guys have had some great numbers this week, but I'm not totally sure that I know either," he said, pulling a face at his confession. Making the team laugh.

"I do," Tina announced, walking into the room, back in her usual goth attire.

"Tina's wearing black!" you pointed.

"I refuse to dress like somebody I'm not to be somebody I'm not. And I learned it's good to be a little theatrical." She then proceeded to tell the class all about how she convinced your Principle that she was actually a vampire.

"This is good information to know." You nodded, looking out into the space in front of you, clapping for the bowing girl with the rest of your team.

"Wait, where's Kurt?" Artie asked, looking around the room, "Where's Finn?"

"I swear, if those two have Kurt again," you practically growled, raising from your seat next to Matt to go look for the boy.

The rest of the class, including your teacher joining you.

You found them soon enough.

Quickly pausing at what you saw before you.

"Is that Finn?" you whispered to Quinn.

"I wanna thank you, Kurt." The boy, who would turn out to actually be Finn, said, "I realise I still have a lot to learn. But the reason I'm here right now... in a shower curtain is because of you." He then moved to challenge the two bullies. "And I'm not gonna let anyone lay a hand on you."

"Oh. Really, dude?" Kaeofsky asked, "'Cause I'm pretty sure we can take both of you."

"Yeah, but can you take all of us?" Puck asked once your group came close enough.

"Just put me in a room alone with them, and we'll see what happens."

"Okay. Okay, I get it," Azimio said now, "I took biology. You know what, Karofsky? We done disturbed the freak hive. The worker freaks is trying to protect the queen freak."

"No, this is actually just how friendship works," you corrected.

"Next time, we'll bring some friends too."

Then they left.

"I'm tired of everyone calling us freaks," Rachel said, removing her sunglasses.

Mercedes laughed, "Well, look at us. We are freaks."

"It's fun being freaks. It's better than being normal and boring."

"But we're all freaks together, and we shouldn't have to hide it," Finn said, gaining slow applause from your teacher as he came up to the club.

"Nice job, Finn. I think you just figured out what the lesson was. Kind of makes me wish I'd planned it. But Mercedes is right. You do all look incredibly insane." You all thanked him. "You're so welcome. Anyways, let's get back to work before you're all forced to join the circus. Next stop, regionals!"

"You should have shoved this thing up their asses," you said to Quinn, gesturing your thumb to her large pink sea urchin as you followed your friends and teacher back to the choir room.

"Next time."

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