#My girlfriend keeps calling him shaggy....

[ddejavvu]

Hey Daisy I have a a request for you imagine dating James and you're spending the night at his dormitory and you forgot makeup wipes and you ask Sirius but he says he doesn't have any and you just wiped off your face the best you could but then you hear the rustling/ crinkly sound and you see he has a big pack( I hope this makes sense just cuz like maybe their Frenemies Sirius thinks you "stole"james from him) and they start wrestling for you to get one "let me use one Sirius "and maybe you end up jumping on his back and finally remus gives you one while you're still on siri back

"Sirius?" You pop your head up from where it was resting on James's chest, peering curiously at him as he heads for the bathroom.

"Hm?" He stops short, brows raised.

"Do you have makeup wipes?" You inquire, keeping your voice down so that James doesn't wake. He's been asleep in his bed for almost an hour now, but you can't sleep yourself until your face is clean.

"Uh, sorry," Sirius shifts on his feet, shaking his head, "Don't think so."

"Okay," You nod, "Uh, soap, then? Like, face soap?"

"I've got some," Remus pipes up from across the room, tucked into a chair with a book, "You can use a washcloth from the cabinet."

"Thanks," You grin appreciatively at him, settling back down against James's sleeping form and letting Sirius do his nightly routine before you start yours.

It's only seconds later that you hear the familiar rrip of suctioned plastic opening, then the crinkling of a package of...

Makeup wipes. You crane your neck to peer into the bathroom where Sirius is trying his hardest to conceal the loud packaging, and failing misterably.

"Hey," You hiss, clamoring off of James's bed, "That's a full pack! Were you lying to me?"

Sirius huffs, "Yes, didn't think you'd notice with your head shoved in m'best friend's tits."

You narrow your eyes, and Sirius knows he's been caught. He busies himself removing his eyeliner, and you stalk into the bathroom.

"You're jealous," You realize, an accusatory finger pointed in Sirius's direction, "You think I stole your best friend!"

"And now you're trying to steal my makeup wipes," Sirius sneers at you in the mirror, one hand protectively over the package, "Hey, maybe James'll let you use one of his old sweaty gym shirts to take your makeup off! Gives you practically all his other clothes."

"Pathetic," Remus calls from his chair, and James's lashes begin to flutter sleepily, "Really, Pads, this is a new low."

"What is?" Your boyfriend speaks through a yawn, and you wish you were still cuddled up to him so that you could lean into it and release an echo-y kiss into his open mouth. It always makes him dissolve into giggles.

"My boyfriend is jealous of your girlfriend," Remus informs James, peering over top of his book, "He's trying to hoard the beauty supplies."

"Hey!" James props himself up on his elbow, neck craned to see the bathroom, "Bad Padfoot! You're a big boy, sharing is caring."

"She doesn't share you much," Sirius holds the package of wipes above his head, making you reach for them, "Does she?"

"For your information, I stick to her like glue." James boasts, arching his back off of the bed while he stretches, "It's my choice, not hers. The only way you'll get me is if you stick to her, too."

"Fine." Sirius huffs, pushing the package of makeup wipes into your chest and storming to James's rickety twin bed, "You've forced my hand, Y/N! I have no other choice!"

And with that, he's gone in a flash, morphed into a big, shaggy, black dog.

Padfoot settles in the spot you'd previously occupied. He leans against James's side, and the man rolls his eyes fondly at the dog, scratching between his ears while he waits for you to finish in the bathroom. The second you start for the bed again, James shoves Padfoot to the end of the bed, ignoring his indignant yelp.

"Sorry, Pads." James laments, welcoming you with open arms as you crawl into bed beside him, "Her ass is way better to feel up than yours."

"Speak for yourself," Remus drawls, and quick as a flash, Sirius has decided he'd rather dogpile on his boyfriend, "No offense, Y/N."

"None taken," You sigh happily into James's chest, stifling a smile when the man's large hands find your ass just like he'd bragged about, "Take him to the pound, dog catcher."

[albertdabuttler]

Zombie | K.H.

MASTERLIST

fandom: 80s

pairings: Kirk Hammett x F!Reader

WARNINGS: This story starts with a plot. Friends to lovers, LOOOTS of fluff, kissing, kind of having someone throw themself on the reader (???) more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, fingering, p in v, (safe sex dw 🤣) overstimulation, some form of comedy…

summary: An initially boring Halloween night takes an intriguing turn when a game of spin the bottle has you hoping your kissing skills are good enough for your best friend.

WC: 6.6k

gif not mine!!

A/N: Hi losers, finally posted yayyyy! I wrote and posted this on wattpad and think you guys deserve to see it too! And guess what??? I have another story coming right after this 😍 Also I kinda add detail to what you wear like those corny wattpad writers… I’m sorry…but I swear its all inclusive!!

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10:47PM, October 31st, 1979.

Here you sat on the kitchen counter of one of your classmates homes, loud booming music all around you, drunk teenagers making out with each other everywhere and some game going on in the living room.

You were dressed as a ghost, pale makeup across your face, black shadow around your eyes and white clothing, ripped and stained to make it look old.

"That guy over there's been looking at you all night," said Jocelyn, another one of your classmates and your best girlfriend since seventh grade. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein.

"Don't look now, but he's totally checking you out!" She said, standing in front of you while trying to subtly look at the guy over your shoulder.

"What's he look like?" You questioned, hoping it was a certain long, wavy-haired brunet you had eyes for since second grade.

"Blond hair, brown eyes and he's jacked. He's dressed like a surfer." She smirked. Hearing her words, you whipped your head around to see the boy she described smile widely at you, sending a small wave your way. He was dressed like a stereotypical surfer, medium shaggy hair, sky blue swim trunks, a white muscle shirt and pink sunglasses.

You politely smiled, waved back and turned back around, "Not my type... You know I like brunets."

Jocelyn groaned in disappointment and annoyance, "Okay well the one you're thinking about doesn't look at you like most of the guys here."

"That's because most of the guys here can't keep it in their pants." You rolled your eyes, hopping off the counter and making your way to the living room. You spotted Tom dressed like a basketball player on the couch with his arm around a girl. She was dressed like a devil, laughing at the game they were playing. Sitting a couple feet away from him, you asked, "What game are we playing?"

"Spin the bottle," the boy replied, the alcohol making his words slur with a smile. You internally praised yourself for going to the bathroom when they were making all the girls play a drinking game.

"Hey!!" you heard someone call out for you, turning to the group whose eyes were all on you. Feeling an intense wave of embarrassment, you spotted the beer bottle on the coffee table turned towards you.

"Fuck."

Looking up to see who spun it, you lowly groaned when it was the surfer boy. He was a pretty attractive guy, above average looking, nice bod, so things could be way worse. You really didn't want to kiss the guy. Your gut told you he was a creep. But of course you knew there was absolutely no way in hell you could get out of this without drinking, so you stood up, walking towards him with an awkward smile on your face.

Standing in front of him for a couple seconds, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, quickly turning around to sit again.

Everyone in the room booed at you before the tall blond grabbed your wrist and kissed you with a little too much tongue. You cringed and pulled back, but he didn't let go. He tried to kiss you again so you shoved his face away with excessive force.

The room was quiet. The upbeat music in the background making it that much more awkward.

"That was gross," you chuckled, scoffing and turning back to your seat.

"Don't eat the garlic bread before the game, guys." You said, earning a few laughs.

I mean, the guy was being far too desperate for a silly game of kissing random people. You had the right, especially if the kiss was bad.

It was when you sat down that you noticed him. He was dressed in a zombie outfit, makeup of fake scars on him. Finally you found him after almost the entire night of looking for him, or rather waiting for him to pass by near you, but it's the same difference.

Kirk stood by the doorway in the corner of the room, a smile with a look that mocked you.

You subtly stuck your tongue out at him, earning the finger in return.

It was Jocelyn's turn next, she kissed a random guy, and the turns kept going until it was your turn to spin.

You really, really hoped it landed on Kirk.

So you spun it hard and fast, the bottle sitting there spinning for longer than usual until it finally slowed down, landing on the other side of the room.

It was him. It landed on Kirk.

He stared at the bottle, scratching the back of his neck with a cringe on his face.

Now what? Surely you didn't think it through, how would you kiss him? Would it ruin your almost lifelong friendship? Would he see you differently and finally acknowledge his feelings for you? Or would he dislike it and judge you based off the way you kiss?

You didn't realize the moments that had passed until Kirk was standing right in front of you.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna." He whispered as he looked down at you, awkwardly pursing his lips.

"Nah, gotta play the game," You took his hands and almost jumped up with excitement despite your nerves.

Kirk cleared his throat, turning to the guy you kissed earlier and in a mocking tone, "Watch and learn, motherfucker." He said, giggling at the guy.

He turned his head back to you, trying to hold in a laugh. But he hesitated, finally realizing the spot he was in. A light pink dusted his cheeks. He ignored it and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, the other to the back of your head.

The moment felt like it was going in slow motion as he leaned in, gazing into your eyes and then looking straight at your lips until his lightly pressed up against them.

Wow.

Kirk was a great kisser. It made you wonder how much experience he had.

He was quite smooth with it, slowly moving his lips against yours. He pulled away for a short breath and your reaction, until he turned his head the other way, leaning back in to kiss you again at another angle. Just to see if it was any different. People began to cheer.

Moving your hands up around his neck, you surely didn't expect anything like this, if anything you expected a short, boring kiss.

Your heart was racing, you felt your face become hot as you nervously played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled back, his eyes widening in horror.

He quickly let go of you and moved back to his place, leaving you standing there as the game continued on.

You looked at him confused. It was just a kiss right? Part of a game. You didn't have to act like it had to be special. But why'd he kiss you like that, then act like it was gross?

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink." You stated in slight disappointment, swerving past Kirk and earning 'Oo's' from the crowd.

Now Kirk felt guilty for pulling away so fast.

Kirk always liked you. Just not in the way he thought he did. Yes, he'd occasionally feel the room get hot when you checked him out, thinking he wouldn't notice. Or get nervous when you looked too pretty... But that meant nothing. It would be the same if you were a stranger.

However, he really liked that kiss. The sweet taste of punch with a hint of alcohol. How soft your lips were. How your hands felt as they lightly tugged his hair. He wondered what other situations you'd pull his hair in... Maybe when he made love to you... Physically showing you, and verbally affirming how much he really did love you. How close your body was to his. That was the closest proximity you two had ever been in. He really enjoyed it.

Wait.

Fuck, does that mean he likes you now?

He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how the kiss made him feel. About how you were literally perfect for him. You knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. He loved everything about you, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he didn't like about you. God it was all so cheesy and gross. How could he let himself think like he was in a high school Rom-Com movie.

All these thoughts overwhelmed him with excitement, making him smile widely and get up to look for you. Just then remembering you were probably upset or something by the way you left so abruptly.

You sat on the kitchen island counter again, facing away from the living room, watching as a few couples kissed and giggled around the room and you sighed in annoyance.

"Hey."

The familiar voice made you freeze. You knew he was standing behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him but you pretended like you didn't hear him over the music.

Your eyes followed him as he passed in front of you, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat atop, crossing his arms.

He cleared his throat.

"Hi," you said with a plastic smile, your voice cracking.

He smiled back genuinely, "Sorry if that was... Weird. We had to, otherwise we'd have to drink."

"Yeah... It's fine. Just a kiss," you laughed awkwardly, staring at the boy in front of you, hoping that he might actually like you. Just because of the way he kissed you.

He looked great in his costume. Fake bite marks on his neck and arms, his hair was messy. He had a white tee with faux blood stains and rips in it, revealing some skin and the light definition of his muscles. Over that, he had a leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up, with black ripped jeans and a fob too.

"I thought you came for a drink," he said, grinning with his stupidly cute crooked teeth and that annoying little dimple, licking his dumb red and plump lips. "Right," you chuckled, hopping off at the same time he stepped forward, nearly bumping into him.

You wanted to be as far from him as possible.

"Hey," he called out your name.

"Yeah?" you replied, turning back around to look at him.

"The drinks are over here," he chuckled, pointing his thumb behind him where there were a couple of large coolers on the ground.

"Right," you mentally face palmed. He handed you a bottle of beer and you reached for the top to avoid coming in contact with his hand.

It still had the cap on but you couldn't take it off and chuckled in embarrassment. Why was it so awkward now?

"Here," he took the bottle from your hand and popped the cap off on the edge of the counter, handing it to you.

When you reached to grab it again, he pulled back.

You paused, moving to try and grab it again but he held it away from you.

"Kirk."

"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.

"Give me my beer."

"Well it's not yours until you've taken a sip from it, am I right?"

You sighed, "Just give me the bottle, Kirk," going to reach for it again but he held it behind his back.

"Kirk!" You chuckled.

Now he reached his goal. Finally a smile.

Trying to attain for it for the third time, he moved it away once again, holding it above his head this time.

"Come on," he chuckled, "If you want it you just have to take it." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gripping his shoulder, you got on your toes trying to reach for it. He watched your hand as it was a couple inches from the bottle, "Ugh, you almost have it!" He mocked, turning his head down to look at you.

Locking eyes with him for a second, his breath hitched as his eyes flickered to your lips once more. An intense wave of desire for another taste, he slowly leaned in.

You did notice this but decided to be oblivious and ignore it. Kirk was a ticklish guy, so you poked the side from which arm he was holding up, causing him to immediately flinch and bring his arm down. You quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, "HA! Loser."

"Hey, that's cheating!" He said, laughing nervously, hoping you didn't notice his attempt.

"Losers, weepers." You said, turning around to grab a piece of candy from a bowl.

Taking a long sip of your beer, Kirk spoke up before the silence became awkward.

"So about that guy you kissed earlier,"

You almost choked on your drink but kept it up to your lips to avoid having to say anything.

"Was my kiss better than his?" he raised his brow playfully.

This time you did choke, coughing for air as you set the bottle down. Kirk hurried to you and softly patted your back.

"You okay? Sorry..." What a stupid question, he thought.

Grabbing the bottle again, you took another sip to stop the itching in your throat.

"Are you good?" He cautiously let go as you cleared your throat.

"Uh-m yeah..." Speaking was uncomfortable, so you cleared your throat once again.

"Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?" You knew exactly what he was saying but hoped and hoped he forgot about it.

A sadistic smile grew on his face.

"My kiss was better than the other guy's, right?" He sat atop the counter.

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What do you think, Kirk?" You asked him genuinely.

He threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're my best friend so you've gotta be on my side."

You rolled your eyes, thanking the lord for his lighthearted personality.

"Yes. Your kiss was better. He used too much tongue." You cringed.

"Good..." He chuckled, clearing his throat. His palms were getting sweaty.

"...Did..." He hesitated.

"Did...you like it...?" He kept his gaze on you for any kind of response or reaction.

You tried to look away from him, but his eyes kept you in a trance.

"Uhm... Yeah. You're not a bad kisser, y'know." You smiled, playfully hitting his shoulder. An attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled back. "Alright, good." He laughed lightly, "I know that if you liked it then it really was good."

"What makes you say that?" You questioned, a little confused.

"You're brutally honest with me."

You paused. Maybe you weren't as honest as you should be. You've been lying to him since the second grade. Or rather keeping something from him. Which is still dishonesty.

But you couldn't tell him now. I mean, you got over him a ton of times, so you could do it again. And you've liked other guys more than you liked him... But you still always had a little thing for him in the back of your mind when you had those other crushes, you hated how smitten you were.

"Yeah, I am aren't I?" You smirked. "That's why I'm better than all of your friends." You joked.

He only smiled at you.

"I love you."

You turned around just in case your blush was noticeable.

"Good."

Turning back around, "I love you too," you lifted your bottle up to him, "but remember you're still a loser."

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

Walking towards the living room, it had seemed that the game was still going on.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, walking up next to you, motioning his head towards the general area in which the front door was located.

"Sure. It's kinda boring here anyways."

Kirk chuckled, looking at Tom and mouthing to him that he was gonna leave.

"I'll go warm up the car," he informed.

"Alright," you responded, walking up to Jocelyn to let her know you were leaving with Kirk, since she was your ride there.

“Let me know if he makes a move," she whispered, winking at you.

"Oh shut up," you scoffed.

"What? He looked real into it when it was your turn. One would think he was in love with you!"

"Stop it, Jocelyn!" You giggled, getting up to leave.

"Use protection!" She yelled rather loudly.

You gagged in response and turned around, lifting your hand next to your head and flipping her off.

The walk to the car was difficult. At first you had to swerve through a crowded foyer in order to leave the house, and the walk to the car was cold. It was windy, but thankfully Kirk had driven up to the front of the house from where he was parked. Which was kind of far.

As you reached for the handle, you heard a click and pulled, only to find it was locked.

You groaned loudly, "Kirk, it's cold as shit out here! Stop it with your stupid games."

He rolled down the window a crack, "Only if you say the magic word."

"Please."

"No, the magic word." He smirked.

"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." You sighed.

He made a buzzer sound, "Wrong."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you dragged your hand across your face, knowing he wouldn't budge until you played along. "Abracadabra."

The door clicked and you wasted no time in opening the door to sit down.

"Fuck you."

"Thanks." He said, shifting into gear and driving off.

"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked.

"Uh... Yeah but I'm pretty tired. Could you just drop me off at home?" You replied.

"Mhm."

The ride home was a little quiet, so you decided to turn on the radio. Damage Case by Motörhead began playing at full volume, causing the both of you to jump as you quickly reached for the volume to lower it.

Turning the knob for a different radio station, you found one with a softer tone of music.

How Long by Ace was playing. The romantic vibrations it gave off caused you to quickly switch the radio station, but Kirk grabbed your hand.

"Go back, I like that song"

"You do?" You questioned, scoffing as if he was a weirdo for liking it, even if you did too.

"Yeah." He chuckled, his eyes still on the road.

So you went back, and the song played.

A short moment passed and Kirk spoke, "You know you're my best friend, right?" He said.

"Uhh, yeah...? Where's this coming from?"

There was a light ahead going from yellow to red.

As he came to a complete stop, he turned to you, "I know this is real corny, but I would do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay...." You dragged out, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks Kirk."

"Anytime." He clicked his teeth and winked, pointing a finger gun your way.

The light turned green as you chuckled.

Finally you turned the familiar corner onto your block. It wasn't long until Kirk pulled over to the curb in front of your home, "Thanks Kirk, see ya," you said as you opened the door.

"Hey, wait," he called, "Could I maybe spend the night? My dad said it's best I don't go home tonight..." He pursed his lips.

"Oh yeah, sure. My parents aren't in town until Sunday, so... We can watch as many scary movies as we want without getting yelled at to go to sleep," you chuckled.

"Wicked," he pumped his fist, turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" He asked as he followed you to the front door.

"You already know." You turned to him, smirking as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Right." He giggled, "Classic."

It wasn't long until the both of you were in your room, Kirk sitting on the bed while you put in the VHS for Creature from the Black Lagoon.

"I'm gonna go change real quick," said Kirk as he stood up, grabbing clothes he'd left there before and walking out your room towards the bathroom.

You also quickly got changed into sweats before he returned. Suddenly hearing your door open, you saw Kirk standing there shirtless, holding his shirt up in one hand.

"Have you been wearing this?" He asked, hiding a smile.

"...No." You replied, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn't help when they moved down to his bare torso. He had already taken off all his makeup

"Okay just making sure you're not the one who absolutely drenched this in vanilla perfume."

You cringed. "Sorry. I mean it's your fault for leaving it here." You held your hands up.

He scoffed and went back to finish changing.

He threw the clothes from his costume in one corner of your room, hopping back on the bed as you left for the bathroom too, to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.

"Alright, you ready?" You questioned, shutting the door to your room and turning off the light, leaving a little lamp on your desk in the corner of your room.

You sat with your back on the headboard, Kirk laying down, his head in the pillows.

When it began playing, you felt Kirk lay his head in your lap and you instinctively began raking your fingers through his hair. He brought up one of his hands to rest on your shin. At this point, you couldn't help but just look at him, his side profile from above, how perfect he was. Like fuck. Why the fuck is he so perfect?

There wasn't a moment of the day in which you didn't think about him. It made you sad sometimes, that he never acknowledged or noticed it. But then again, you weren't really making it obvious either.

But what made all that disappointment go away was that kiss. You were so annoyed that you kept thinking about it.

You thought about what Jocelyn said. About how he looked "so into it" or whatever. It was hard to forget the feeling of his soft plush lips on yours. Goddamn. And the way he held your face, with such gentleness. How he went back in for another like the first one just wasn't enough.

Here you began thinking about kissing him again. Right here, right now. And if it would get intense, what it could lead to... How good he was in that department.

Trying to pay attention to the movie, you clenched your jaw hard, trying not to let yourself think about those things.

No, not with him right there. When he was gone yes, but not now.

Those thoughts didn't give up. The image of him on top of you just popped into your mind. It wasn't your fault. Your mind trailed off thinking about his hand on your leg, if he got up and moved it up to your thighs... How his calloused fingers would feel touching you in all the right places... It felt like only five minutes had passed but the movie was suddenly over.

"Did you enjoy the 87th time of watching that movie?" He asked out of the blue, lifting himself so that his face was at your level.

"Yes, I did." You replied after a moment.

He got off the bed and walked to the little shelf you had with all your VHS tapes. He bought one for you not too long ago, of a movie that had come out earlier this year called 'Alien.'

You had watched it with him in theaters a few months ago and immediately fell in love with it. That Ripley chick was such a badass.

He put that one on, the package still hadn't been opened so this would be your fourth time watching it. You already watched it three times at the movies.

It began playing and he walked back to sit on the bed again, only this time he sat against the headboard, to your left. Of course you had to lay your head on his shoulder otherwise it would feel weird.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, laying his chin on the top of your head, sighing in exhaustion.

Woah, your hair smelled really nice, he noticed.

Now it was Kirk's turn to think about you. That kiss. He had been thinking about it all night since it had happened. It pissed him off that he never thought of you that way and suddenly out of the blue its like all he wanted to do was you. And god, why did he have to go in for another? He thought maybe that gave it all away. Oh but the way you held his hair, god that felt so good. He wanted you to pull his hair and tell him how good he made you feel.

Well shit, Kirk might actually be in love with you too. Hell yeah he's loved you his whole life, but never like this. It's like that kiss opened his eyes or something.

He lifted his head to look at you, just to admire you. You felt this movement and looked back up at him.

Shit, should he say something?

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

He couldn't respond, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. God that was embarrassing... All he thought about was kissing you again. He's never been so obsessed over something so little but here he was.

He wondered if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you right now.

"Kirk?" You pulled back a little, "Are you okay?" You asked with sincere concern.

"I wanna kiss you again right now." He didn't hesitate.

You just sat there flabbergasted.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear those words from Kirk.

"...What?" You felt like you heard him wrong.

"Are you messing wi-"

That's when he cut you off and pressed his lips against yours again.

Pulling back, he watched for your reaction.

All you could do was stare between his eyes and lips.

"That was nice." You finally said.

He just smiled and went back in. This time he held the back of your head and pushed your face against his in order to kiss you harder, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. His head turned, syncing the movement of his lips with yours as his free hand slid down to your thigh, dragging it up and down. He slowly slipped his tongue past your lips, teasing yours as you pushed yours against his.

As your tongues danced, the hand on your thigh moved closer to your core, but it felt wrong to touch you before you said he could. So he moved it to your jaw.

The two of you were finally running out of breath so you finally pulled away.

Neither of you said anything, the only noises in the room were that of the movie and both your heavy breaths.

Kirk had finally caught his breath, "I like you. I like like you. And now I really wanna...Touch you..."

You smiled, "Took you about ten years."

"Ten years...?! What?" he looked at you surprised.

"Kirk," you laughed, "I've liked you this whole time, and you notice now?"

He stared at you in disbelief, his face slowly turning a shade of red.

Just the thought of you constantly having him on your mind turned him on. He looked at your lips again, "Sorry," he said before kissing you again. "My whole life has been a lie..." He joked, smiling, pushing his lips against yours once more, then moving to press kisses on your cheeks. He pecked a trail of small kisses all along your jawline, causing you to giggle, until he licked a stripe along your neck.

His hand moved from your face down to your torso, your heart skipping for a second as he began to kiss all over your neck, searching for that one spot until he reached one and you tensed up a little. That's where he decided to suck and bite at, leaving a quite obvious and visible bruise.

He subtly lifted the hem of your shirt, moving his hand under and finally coming in contact with your bare skin, continuing to peck at your neck.

His hand lightly squeezed your waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw, moving back to kiss your lips once more.

"Can I?" He whispered, his fingers barely sliding under the waistband of your sweats.

"Yeah." You answered, watching his hand as it moved lower. It was then that you noticed a bulge in his pants, it made your face get hot but you didn't say anything about it.

He purposely made his movements slow, his fingers never quite giving you any relief. He liked to tease. But of course, like all horny teenage boys, he was beginning to get desperate. His fingers found your bundle of nerves and he began to rub small circles over the cloth of your panties.

You let out a heavy sigh, "Is that good enough?" He asked, moving his head up to look at you, making sure he was doing a good job.

"Yeah... Feels good, but... More please.." You breathed heavily in between words.

His hand moved up and his fingers reached under the band of your panties, two of his fingers slowly moving up and down your lips, "You're so wet..." He whispered in excitement, a small smile on his face as if he was surprised.

Finally he pushed his middle finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out until he added another. He began moving a bit faster, curling up into just the right spot, making you to let out a small groan.

"Oh, fuck." You said, your eyes shut in pleasure.

His palm began rubbing against your clit, making your legs slightly come together.

"Does that feel good?" He breathed, watching your face just to make sure once again.

"Yes, fuck yeah... Keep going," you moaned quietly.

The movements in his hand quickened, his eyes still on your face as it contorted into visible pleasure, causing him to softly smile to himself.

You leaned up to kiss him and he sighed into it, his fingers scissoring inside you as he kept pumping them in and out. He pulled away and looked down at his hand only to see it disappearing into your pants.

"I'm gonna stop for a bit, okay?" He said, slowly pulling his fingers out.

"What happened?" You asked nervously as you watched him move off the bed.

He began pulling his shirt over his head, and your legs instinctively parted, "What are you gonna do?" You questioned.

"Do you have condoms...?"

You blushed and quickly got up, "Let me go check," you said as you walked out the door, your knees already a little weak.

Kirk noticed this and laughed.

"Shut up," you said as you walked towards your parents room.

It was a little odd thinking that your parents might have this kind of thing and you would actually die if you found what you were looking for on a different occasion, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You checked your dad's drawers and surprisingly found nothing, so you moved to your moms side and the first thing you saw was exactly what you needed. You grabbed one of the condoms and immediately ran back to your room, closing the door and locking it even if no one would come home.

When you turned around you were met with Kirk sitting on the edge of your bed, propped on his elbows with his head thrown back, waiting for you.

Now there was a very obvious tent in his pants.

"Does this work?" You sat behind him on the bed, holding up the condom as he turned to look at you.

"Yeah..." He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly pushing you to lay back. He lifted himself and helped you take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants.

His pupils dilated, "You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at your body, leaning up to kiss you for the umpteenth time.

He tugged at the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, you lifted your hips and he was able to pull them all the way off. He then got up and pulled his own off, along with his boxers.

Kirk had a big dick when he was hard. And it was slightly intimidating too.

He leaned back down, keeping one hand free and the other next to your head.

"Will this hurt?" You asked.

He looked at you confused,

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, your dick is just bigger than the others," you replied.

His face got beet red, "Shut the fuck up," he laughed, leaning closer to you and pulling your panties down, inserting his fingers into you once again, making you gasp.

He didn't keep them in for long before pulling them out and bringing his hand down, using your wetness to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed as he sighed.

He opened his eyes again, "Can you open the..." he huffed, "the condom," he asked, watching your hand as you grabbed the small package and ripped it open with your teeth.

"Can you help me put it on?" He looked at you helplessly. He was playing a game and he was good at it.

You moved your hand down and he let go of himself, grabbing onto your wrist as you rolled it on.

It's been so long since you wanted to do this, to have him in your grasp, so you spit on your hand and began slowly jerking him off. He let out a low groan before wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing a little tighter.

Looks like he likes it rough, you thought.

"Oh my fuck, " He whined, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back, then leaning down to bury his face into your neck.

Not long passed before he pulled your hand away and huffed, "You ready?" he asked, holding himself closer to you, "Yeah," you answered. Kirk brushed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and smiling at your reactions. He then pushed himself in an inch at a time.

Your jaw fell open along with his, the two of you looking one another in the eyes, your eyes fluttering shut as his own rolled back.

Once he was all the way in, he stopped, moving down to press his lips onto yours.

"You feel so warm..." He breathed.

"Please," you whined, hoping he would understand it was for him to move.

Kirk slowly began pulling out before he pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace until he was thrusting steadily. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan you figured. One of his hands brushed down your side, stopping at your thigh to pull it around his waist and give himself more space.

His thrusts got harder before he hit your g-spot. Letting out a low moan, you moved your hands up Kirk's chest and around his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.

"Kirk," you whimpered and he released a heavy breath as he began to repeatedly hit your sweet spot again.

"Right there," you whispered closing your eyes and grabbing a handful of his hair.

"You're so soft," he sighed. He was slipping in and out fairly easily.

You pulled his hair with one hand, digging your nails into his shoulder blade with the other, causing Kirk to stifle a moan.

Kirk tried going faster, harder, in order to give you the release you needed. He finally let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, the sweat already starting to form on both your bodies, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You—" you cut yourself off with a gasp, "you feel so good," you groaned, tugging harder on his hair.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his exact wish from earlier tonight was actually coming true.

Opening your eyes, you were met with his, gazing at you.

"Hi," you breathed, smiling softly at him.

Kirk slowed down, "Hey," he grinned, leaning down to kiss you once more, his movements coming to a halt.

His lips lingered on yours for a while before he finally pulled back again.

Moving his hand between your bodies, he began rubbing little circles on your clit again before resuming his thrusts. The feeling of his hand along with the movements in his hips caused you to clench around him, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Kirk weakened at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy.

"I'm getting close," he whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Me too," you admitted, running your hands through his hair.

You could feel his burning hot, bare skin sliding against yours. Suddenly your breaths got quicker, your heart rate increased and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Kirk—" you paused,

"I'm gonna cum," Kirk moaned before you could finish your sentence.

His hips stuttered and he tensed up, finally letting go and relaxing on top of you.

Your back arched as you felt him fill the condom in you, "Kirk please go just a little more," you begged.

He lifted his head to look at you with worry, like he felt he wouldn't be able to do much for you.

Yet he still tried to move, the sensitivity taking over all his senses making a moan escape his throat. His body was quivering along with his movements, "I'm almost there," you said before he released a sigh, continuing his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours, interlocking your fingers and holding it next to your head, squeezing tightly,

"Come on, baby," He groaned, closing his eyes like he was getting dizzy.

Finally you came, your back arching as you clenched around him once again.

Kirk slowed down and finally stopped, "Thank you..." you sighed softly. "Sorry if it was too much."

"That's okay," he smiled up at you, blowing a stray hair from his face, "I told you I'd do anything for you, just say the word. Remember?" he chuckled.

He pulled out slowly before taking off the condom and disposing of it.

Lying next to you, he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"I love you." He lifted himself to look down at you.

"I love you too, Hammett." you smirked jokingly.

He laughed and plopped back down next to you.

"I can't believe we just had actual sex." He said while staring at the ceiling.

"It sounds odd when you say it like that..." you said as you turned to him, looking at his beautiful profile again.

"Like... I just put my penis inside of you—" You smacked his arm, cutting him off.

"Kirk! Shut up!" You laughed.

He turned to look at you, "I want to be your boyfriend."

You blushed, "...And I wanna be your girlfriend..."

He smiled, a light pink showing on his cheeks.

"But seriously, you tell me that now instead of before you," you held up quotation marks, "put your penis inside of me?"

Kirk let out a loud laugh, holding his hands over his face, "Shut the fuck up."

He sighed, "I love you. Again. Sorry, I don't know how many times I'm gonna say that," he chuckled, looking away a little embarrassed.

"Kirk," you grabbed his face and kissed him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I always have and I always will love you, okay?"

He looked at your lips, "Good," he joked, going back in to kiss you.

Suddenly you heard a scream, the both of you sat up, noticing the alien on the screen of your tv.

"I forgot that was on."

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[ultralightpoe]

Thriller - Steve Harrington

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 675

Warnings: none- just a small blurb

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

“Okay, wait. Wait wait wait. WAIT!” Steve gasps, reaching over and hitting the brakes with his hand before Robin could kill everyone in the car.  “Get out. You are done. You are entirely done-”

“You are being so over dramatic right now Steven.” She snaps, turning back to glare at you and Eddie which makes you both jump back. 

“The fuck did I do?” You blurt, and Eddie shakes his head, leaning back so she can’t hit him. 

“Tell Steve he is being dramatic. Right. Now.” 

“Why me? Eddie tell Steve he is being dramatic-”

“You are boinking him!” Eddie glares and Steve whirls around, bumping his forehead with Robins and groaning in pain. 

“Did you really just say the word boinking to my girlfriend?”

“What? WHAT? IS BOINKING A BAD WORD?! IS IT STEVEN?!”

“YEAH! IS IT, STEVEN?!” Robin joins in, and you are doing everything you can to not laugh right now, hands covering your face. You imagined how you must look to people passing by and you truly could not contain the laughter anymore. 

The scooby gang, arguing in a car loudly. What an image. 

“What’s so funny over there, daphne?” Eddie asks, glaring at you as Steve turns to smile at you. 

“Oh nothing Shaggy, it’s just you guys are so-”

“If you say dramatic right now I will kill you.” Robin mumbles, pulling at the orange turtleneck. 

“Don’t yell at my girlfriend, Velma.”

“Shut up Steven.”

“Okay why does everyone else get nicknames and I am stuck with-” Before he can finish his sentence Robin lets off the brake, her foot accidentally landing on the gas and the car launches forward. 

Everyone yells as it hits a light pole, Eddie gasping out dramatically as Steve tears out of the car. You move to follow and Robin does too, until Eddie yells.  “VELMA THE BRAKE!”

“WHAT?!”

“PUT THE CAR INTO PARK-”

He leans across the console, putting the car into Park which ends up killing it. 

“You guys….” Steve sighs, decked out in a fred costume, both hands on the hood as he tries to keep his composure. “Just… lets just…. Oh my god.”

“Do you think we are gonna make it to the party in time?” Eddie asks, obviously trying to piss Steve off. 

The glare that he gets is worth it. 

- 

Three hours later and you are all still waiting by the car. Robin is using a stick to draw in the dirt as Eddie is in the field to pee.  You, however, are huddled with Steve in the backseat of his car. 

“This is… jesus this sucks.”

“Why is that?” You ask, playing with the green scarf, staring up at him when he looks down at you.

“This is our first halloween as an actual couple, I wanted us to go out and have fun. Party and make it a memorable night.” He blushes. 

“I can assure you, Harrington, this night is anything by forgettable.” You smile, leaning up to kiss him.  “Besides, I love our friends.”

“Love you too!” Robin calls and Steve groans. 

“Some privacy would be great!”

“Come on, you said the tow trucks were gonna take forever and I think we still have the supplies from the camping trip in the back.” You whisper, hopping out of the car and moving to open the trunk. 

Sure enough there is a radio and a pack of beer, with a couple blankets. 

“Let’s have our own party!” Eddie whoops, snatching the radio to find a station as Robin snatches the beer. 

Steve pulls you into his arms, kissing the top of your head before the beginning of Thriller comes on and you all gasp loudly. 

The rest of the night is spent drinking the beer, and dancing. Finally you all end up passed out in the car, Robin in the passenger seat with Eddie in the driver seat. You and Steve curled up into the back. 

It isn’t until you all wake up the next morning that Eddie asks. “Did anyone actually call the tow truck?”

[space-invading-pigeon]

Part two of this

Eddie pressed his folded hands to his lips in prayer, focused entirely on Steve as the other began his story.

"So it all started when one of my kids, Will, disappeared on his way home. I didn't know them, then, so I guess he wasn't my kid yet. Anyway, Will disappears, and Mo- his mom, Joyce, she flipped her shit."

"As any good mother should," Eddie agreed, earning himself a nod of approval from Hop.

"Yeah, but like, the whole town thought she lost it after two days. She kept saying that Will was in the lights, bought about six different boxes of Christmas lights and put them up in her living room to talk to him. She had another son, you remember Jonathan?"

"The same Jonathan I screamed at outside Len's place? Shaggy hair, definitely high, talks about knitting patterns a lot?" Eddie confirmed, causing Hop and Steve to scoff.

"Argyle is his partner from California. We'll get to that, don't worry," Steve promised with a snicker, sobering to continue. "Well, Jonathan and I were in the same grade, but I was- ah, more social? I was a dick, basically. Well, Jonathan showed up in the woods behind my backyard that week. He took a bunch of really creepy pictures on this old camera while I was having a party. We found out the next day at school, my friend Tommy saw them and showed me. We kinda gave him shit for it, it was creepy as hell."

"Aw, Jonathan. I thought he was cool." Eddie pouted; he really did like the guy. Steve shook his head, grinning.

"He was sixteen, Munson," Hopper groused. "I'm sure you weren't a walk in the park at sixteen, either."

"Nah, but I didn't take creepy pictures and show people."

"He wasn't showing anyone, Eds, Tommy went through his shit. I told you, my friends and I were... Not good, back then." Steve shifted on the couch, tugging on his sleeves and keeping his eyes low. Eddie felt his heart lurch at the sight, so he wriggled closer and draped his upper body over Steve's lap.

"Okay. Jonathan was kinda creepy, but he's cool now. You're good, too, Stevie." He said softly, smiling when that made the man relax. "Now, come on. Missing kid, creepy pictures?"

"Well, Nancy was pissed that we'd treated Jonathan like that, so we were arguing. She wouldn't answer my texts or calls, and then I got a message from Carol- she was Tommy's girlfriend and Nancy's neighbor- that Jonathan was sneaking out of Nancy's window. I got pissed, but I was just gonna dump her. Tommy found out because Carol's a fuckin' snitch, and he started telling everyone that Nance was a slut. I didn’t stop him, and I should have, but I was angry and I thought she was cheating on me so I didn’t. And Nancy confronted us at the movies, but I was still an asshole, so I told her it was probably true, and then Jonathan told me to stop, and I said- I-”

“That’s enough, Steve,” Hopper interrupted. Eddie glanced over, but Hopper’s grumpy disposition was replaced entirely with concern; Steve was trembling as he spoke. “I told you that we're not stupid. Tell me why.”

“P-people aren’t black and white,” Steve recited quietly. "I made a mistake but I fixed it." Hopper nodded firmly, and the exchange made Eddie smile.

“Do you want your dad to finish the story, honey?” Eddie prompted; Steve quickly shook his head, jerking to make eye contact with him.

"No. I’m fine, just needed a second.” Steve gave a heavy sigh, dragging his hands down his face. “Okay. I told Jonathan that Will probably ran away from his crazy-ass mom and creepy older brother. I accused Jonathan of- of molesting Will, and Jonathan punched me. We got into a fight, and then one of Hopper’s deputies showed up. Jonathan was kicking my ass, but he smacked the cop too, so he was cuffed. I ran away. I don’t- I have no idea what happened after that with everyone. But I felt bad, so I went to his house to apologize that night. I didn’t mean any of that shit I said, I knew it was wrong, but Nancy answered the door and I started to freak out at her. She was screaming at me to leave, and I panicked so I was screaming at her, and then she pointed a gun at me-”

“What the fuck, Steve, why are you still involved with this woman?” Eddie sighed heavily, squeezing Steve’s thigh. “You’re too good to people, Stevie.”

“I’m really not, Ed, but shut up, here’s the weird part. So she pointed the gun at me, and I screamed, and she told me to get out, so I started to get out, but then there was this noise and the wall opened up. It was like this film was between the wall and somewhere... else. And this thing, like, clawed its way out. It went straight for Jonathan, so Nancy shot at it, and then it went for Nancy, so I grabbed the bat from Jonathan and started swinging. There was a lot of screaming, but I guess the they had a plan to catch the monster? And we led it down the hall and into this bear trap.” Steve shuddered. “It was scary and terrifying and I ended up being smacked into a wall, kind of hard. But I woke up, and it was gone. Jonathan and Nancy were freaked out, I guess I’d been out for a few minutes longer than I thought. They helped me get to the couch and we waited for- I don’t even know what. But they made me stay awake until Hop got there, and Hop said I had a concussion. He made me go to Hawkins Lab, and he told me about all the stuff I missed out on.”

“There’s shit you missed out on?” Eddie exclaimed softly. He saw Steve’s hands trembling, so he picked one up and squeezed. “This is kinda wild.”

“No, I missed out on pretty much everything. I barely survived the horror movie. Side character at best. Dad, can you-”

“Experiment Eleven escaped containment. She opened a gate to an alternate dimension under duress; Nancy’s brother found her and hid her in their basement for a week. She has mind powers, like that one superhero with the robot boyfriend.” Hopper reported plainly. “She killed the- what did they call it, Steve?”

“Demogorgon.”

“Yeah, that. She killed it, got stuck in that alternate dimension, and it took her a little while for her to get out. While she was trying to get out, we worked on regrouping. Will was safe, the rest of the kids only had scrapes and memories. Steve had a grade two concussion, but they took care of him at the Lab, once they got rid of Brenner.” Hopper then pushed himself up. “I’ll be back in two weeks with El. We can prove ourselves then. Take care of my boy, Munson.”

******************

Steve watched as his dad shut the door behind him. Eddie was quiet beside him, squeezing his hand like it was something important. “I know it’s a lot to take in. And it sounds dumb. But I promise I’m not lying. Please believe me.”

“I believe you, honey, it’s just a lot. Interdimensional monsters? Magic girls? Experiment Eleven is El, your sister that doesn’t understand social norms?” Eddie paused, looking at Steve oddly. “Have you been telling me about your family by being vague? Is your little brother a magical boy?”

“No, he’s just a genius.”

“Oh. Great. So a superhero, an angel, and a genius. You and your siblings could take over the world.” Steve snorted, shoving Eddie without any force. “Seriously, Stevie, what the hell? How am I supposed to impress your mom if your siblings are- a superhero and a genius? Baby, it took me three tries to graduate high school, and I can’t kill monsters.” Eddie laughed softly, tugging Steve in for a hug.

“You kill the monsters in my nightmares, that counts for something.” Steve laughed, and relaxed finally. Eddie counted that as a win.

"Steve. This doesn't change anything. You're just a little more badass. But you only said you got hit once. You told Barry downstairs that you've had nine concussions, how'd you get the other eight?"

"I got one protecting my kid Lucas from a racist, one I got while being interrogated-slash-tortured by Russians underneath a mall, one from the time I almost got eaten in an alternate dimension, and the other four I got from my biological parents." Steve listed sleepily, and Eddie tensed.

"Your parents gave you four fucking concussions?"

[doubleddenden]

Damn the more I hear about Velma the worst it gets. This saddens me because I've been watching Scooby since before I could talk :(

Mainly what I'm seeing is that someone has contempt for the series + their own ideas for their own incredibly generic show and rather than make something unique, they're just insulting an established series.

My biggest gripes so far:

1. How tf do you got a Scooby Doo show without Scooby Doo? Is he too kiddy for your generic ugly adult cartoon?

2. Shaggy- oh sorry, NORVILLE. Look, I have no problem with the race thing- my literal main issue is that he's called SHAGGY for a reason. How hard is it to give him thick hair? On top of that they make him an actual druggie- let's pretend there's not some subtle racism behind making the perceived 'stoner' of the group black- it's boring. Yes yes we know the gang is a bunch of stoners, but isn't it funnier when it's just IMPLIED? Isn't it funnier that a man just REALLY FUCKING LOVES DOG TREATS and is willing to risk his life on a regular basis for god damn DOG TREATS? Instead they just turn him into yet another Seth Rogan tier predictable disappointment

3. The overall mischaracterization from what I'm seeing just... sucks, and again, I think part of that comes from a contempt for the series. You don't have to make the characters assholes to make them likeable! I know Rick and Morty and Seth McFarland have poisoned the well for a lot of people but you really don't!

Across the franchise there's plenty of fun ways to interpret the characters:

Fred: himbo that loves his friends, dad friend barely holding it together, obsessed with traps- take your pick, none of these are spoiled boring asshole rich kid.

Daphne: if you're opposed to damsel in distress, how about the cool martial artist fashionista made prevalent in the What's New Scooby Doo series or the live action movies? What about being a good reporter? Hell, even her goofy dorky self in Be Cool Scooby Doo is better than the stereotypical snooty popular girl. Props at least for keeping the red hair.

"Norville" is not a self friend zoning beta male and he's not really obsessed with drugs. Literally the man across DECADES of this franchise is ridiculously talented. Ventriloquism, improv acting, gymnast and athlete- seriously, why do you think they have him and the dog constantly running away from monsters and leading them into traps? The man was literally so good at that that he became a COACH. for MONSTERS. Let's also not forget that he was a race car driver! And had a hot girlfriend! In fact, fuck this friend zoned beta male shit- Shaggy literally pulls more girls (and men I think) in the entire franchise than the others COMBINED. If anything he should have dense harem protagonist energy. I'm talking more than Velma, dude also pulled her LITTLE SISTER- and she was okay with it because she knows he's a good guy(mind the AUs)! Pulled a girl that was kinda a monster fucker for him specifically when he was a werewolf, an actual fucking alien, several foreign girls of various nationalities, several average girls, a crazy but hot redneck girl that tried to SCHWOOSCH his bones after seeing the red shirt ONCE, pretty sure he did something good for Daphne to hang out with him for so long with just a bunch of dogs and a random kid they picked up, very sure actual monsters fell for him- and he's a nerd! He and his beloved best friend the talking dog are massive nerds! I reckon people still latch onto that and think he's the stereotypical nerd but no, no, Shaggy has so much going for him! Not to mention- not to mention! Animal lover! Doy! How do you miss that? He's always paired with the animals! The man is a collective family friend of the entire Doo clan! Every time there's a guest appearance with a non human entity, he's hanging out with them!

Velma... alright look. I'm about to say something real controversial. Real controversial. You ready? She is kinda boring and bland. She's smart and a good investigator, but really? This is who you base the show on? Recently she was allowed to be bisexual- that's great! She's well read, well informed, and if you want to skip the bitchy "its me or the dog" persona from Mystery Inc or the snooty geek from Be Cool, you could fall back to the quiet but cute and thoughtful personality she had in A Pup Named Scooby Doo. If not, she's just boring. I feel like most of the hype for her comes from memes or the people that think they're unique for finding her more attractive than Daphne (you're not btw). Like what does she do that the others cannot do? I'm pretty sure Daphne can do her job but without the min max on intelligence and some points in kicking ass. In fact, why are Fred and Daphne the assholes when Velma in TWO separate series has been the judgey bitch and overall asshole? If anything she should would fit the perfect "beta incel self perceived victim that's actually just a massive douche" trope!

And Scooby. First off fuck the writers for not including my boi. Second, you really couldn't make an adult comedy of a talking dog? If Scooby said fuck- scuze me, 'ruck'- I'd cry laughing! If Scooby was the druggie and Shaggy was normal, that'd be hilarious! Literally if they took every negative trait they forced onto the others and put it onto Scooby, you'd literally have a prime adult cartoon character right there. He's a gag character! Utilize it! I know in the recent series he's been pushed to the side for the others, but he's literally a comedic gold mine waiting to happen! Make him an arsonist! Make him have questionable opinions! It'd be hilarious because he's a literal dog that can't speak understandably half the time!

Look, if you want to make an "adult scooby doo" then I guess I can't stop you. Velma ain't how you do it though.

Btw before anyone jumps on me to defend the new show, the creator of the series supports JKR soooo

[sunoosets]

HELLO!! you sound so cool ahhh I can't wait for your upcoming works! ❤️ could you do an arisu x reader? or if you've written something about arisu before where you wrote your aib smut, could you post it please? i'm thirsthy for some more of arisu x reader oneshots 😭 could be fluff or smut I don't mind any!! I hope that makes sense but I really can't wait for your upcoming works! 🤭

you're in luck...enjoy ;)

[1.3k words.] [Warning: Smut. Thigh-riding🤭 Regular riding lmao. Technically doing it in front of someone.. Normality AU !]

(Was originally on my Wattpad, please don't copy.)

"Arisuuu." I whined, dragging out the syllables of his name. The boy grunted softly, biting into his lip as his fingers effortlessly brushed across the buttons of his controller. His arms and legs would jerk with any sudden movements in the game, showing clearly he was invested.

I sighed beneath my breath. Blinking at the back of his head, where shaggy dark hair coated his neck. "Yes, yes!" He exclaimed, pumping the air with his fist as he reached an achievement. My eyes subtly rolled, before I decided my course of action. A smirk twitched upon my lips, and I rose from the edge of his bed. Keeping quiet as I walked toward his desk and chair. "You should take that side. I'll cover the other." Arisu nodded firmly, speaking into his mic.

I smiled sweetly, brushing my palm against the arm of his seat. My eyes flicked over him, watching as his glossy gaze lifted to meet my presence. Only for a moment. He acknowledged me, for a second, before giving his attention back to the game. "Oh, hi Y/n." He mumbled, vision still trained on the screen.

I narrowed my eyes, huffing just slightly before moving my body to the centre of his sight. I turned and gently lowered myself onto his lap. He shuffled lightly. His legs stretching out so one had been situated unknowingly between my thighs. He snaked one arm beneath mine and rested his opposite elbow on the arm of his chair so he could continue playing. Arisu's head tilted to the side, allowing his beloved game to be, again, the centre of his attention. The dark strands of his hair fell over his eyes and I groaned softly. Annoyed at how oblivious this boy could be.

"Hey! Hey! Watch out!" Arisu called, raising a hand to reposition his mic. I watched the screen as he and his online friends slayed an unknown creature. "We did it!" The boy chuckled in joy. I could hear his grin, but that wasn't on my mind right now. As he yelled out, he excitedly rose his leg. A simple jerk, as he usually did. Yet he was oblivious to the fact his leg was between mine, and his thigh had mistakenly jerked up against my clothed clit.

I gasped, slapping a hand over my lips. My eyes grew in shock. Waiting for Arisu to care. He didn't.

Again, he became too invested, and rose his leg sharply at another victory. This time my gasp had sounded more breathy. High-pitched. Less like a gasp, and more like a whimper.

Arisu continued, paying no mind to my state. His own girlfriend. Heat rose across my cheeks, and a familiar sensation of slick spread against my clit. I was becoming increasingly wet, and at this point I couldn't help but roll my hips. Arisu finally tensed beneath me. His muscles froze as I rubbed my damp underwear against the fabric of his joggers.

I was wearing only an oversized shirt. His, actually. Though I doubt he had noticed it. My breath hitched, and a high whine left my parted lips. I reached to place my fingers on the brim of my shirt, lifting it to my stomach, and pressing my pussy harder against his thigh.

"Y/n?" He questioned innocently. I watched in anticipation - through drowsy eyes - as he placed his controller in one hand. He moved his other palm to my hip, where he lightly left it there. Resting it on my smooth skin. "Y/n, what are you doing..are-" He paused, puzzlement in his tone. His grip grew stronger as he realised. "Arisu." I whimpered beneath my breath. "Arisu." I repeated, but higher and louder. My hands clamped around either side of his chair, feeling as my high came closer with every buck of my hips. I grinded against him, feeling the wetness of my pants transfer to his.

Arisu's face turned red and his frozen limbs relaxed. His hand loosened until a loud moan slipped from my mouth. I threw my head back as I came. Spilling myself into my pants, and letting the substance drip across his pants. The material beneath me tightened as he processed the situation before him.

"Y/n!" He whisper-yelled, slapping his left hand across my mouth. My eyes rolled as I came down from my high. "I'm..I'm still on call!" He stuttered out, biting his lip in nervousness. His palm remained against my face, suppressing any noises I could make. It intrigued me. If he didn't want his friends to hear maybe he should have paid me some form of attention today?

The only thing I could do now was to make him moan. Make him scream my name. Whine and groan with that pretty mouth of his, right in my ear. I clenched around nothing at the lewd thoughts. My ass then pushed back against his growing erection. He grunted. I kept going, rolling myself against his cock. "Y/n." He breathed out, letting his breath fan out across my neck. My back was flush against his chest, where I could feel him heave. His heartbeat thump into my skin.

His dick twitched beneath his confines, poking desperately into my ass. Just begging to be used. I raised myself from his form, and he gladly removed his cock from his boxers, letting it brush my bare skin freely.

I shivered at the feeling of his naked tip, tracing across my skin. My thighs pressed together before I leant backwards, positioning myself with him edging between my folds. I then lowered myself down, widening my mouth as his cock stretched me out. I took him all, his entire dick, now pulsing against my walls. Our bodies pressed together, sweat already forming.

A soft whine slipped from his tongue, reaching my ear through the heat of his breath. "Y/n." He whispered, his controller falling against his desk. He moved his free hands to my sides, where he pushed his fingertips into my flesh. He moved me into positions that allowed his cock to hit deeper. 

I gasped at the sensation. He was now balls-deep in me. Fucking me with that pretty, veiny dick of his. Sounds of pleasure emanated through the room as well as the rough sound of skin slapping. Arisu's pelvis pushed up into me as his hips stuttered. "Arisu, please." I bounced, addicted to the feel of his shaft brushing my insides. "Arisu, I need you." I whimpered, and the boy caught himself in a knot of moans. His breath hitched and his head fell against my shoulder, where he kissed my skin and suppressed his desperate screams. 

"Fuck." I breathed out, gripping the sides of his chair. "I'm gonna-" My sentence was cut off by the small moan in my ear. Arisu's lips brushed against my earlobe. "Me too."

I picked my hips up and slammed myself down on him, letting his cock thrust up into my g-spot. Effectively causing me to cum. He groaned, head falling back against his headrest. I rode him through my orgasm, moaning quietly at every drop. Feeling as his cum filled me. Dripping down my inner thighs. 

Exhaustion took over me and I came to a stop, relaxing against his chest as mine heaved. Arisu's dark hair fell away from his eyes, and I watched - Through the screen's reflection - his tired gaze trail across my body, and his Adams apple bob as he caught his breath. 

Silence ensued, until the awkward cough snapped us to reality. Arisu stared, wide-eyed at his headset. "Ayyy!" Karube yelled out, chuckling. "Did you just get laid?" 

"Karube!" Arisu exclaimed in embarrassment. I simply smirked, laughing beneath my breath as Arisu's red face soon portrayed a small, sheepish smile. 

there you go, anon!

[chishiyasbiscuits]

attention! || arisu x reader xo

[1.3k words.] [Warning: Smut. Thigh-riding🤭 Regular riding lmao. Technically doing it in front of someone.. I'm not sure how I feel about this one.😕 Set in the non-borderlands, just regular normality.]

"Arisuuu." I whined, dragging out the syllables of his name. The boy grunted softly, biting into his lip as his fingers effortlessly brushed across the buttons of his controller. His arms and legs would jerk with any sudden movements in the game, showing clearly he was invested.

I sighed beneath my breath. Blinking at the back of his head, where shaggy dark hair coated his neck. "Yes, yes!" He exclaimed, pumping the air with his fist as he reached an achievement. My eyes subtly rolled, before I decided my course of action. A smirk twitched upon my lips, and I rose from the edge of his bed. Keeping quiet as I walked toward his desk and chair. "You should take that side. I'll cover the other." Arisu nodded firmly, speaking into his mic.

I smiled sweetly, brushing my palm against the arm of his seat. My eyes flicked over him, watching as his glossy gaze lifted to meet my presence. Only for a moment. He acknowledged me, for a second, before giving his attention back to the game. "Oh, hi Y/n." He mumbled, vision still trained on the screen.

I narrowed my eyes, huffing just slightly before moving my body to the centre of his sight. I turned and gently lowered myself onto his lap. He shuffled lightly. His legs stretching out so one had been situated unknowingly between my thighs. He snaked one arm beneath mine and rested his opposite elbow on the arm of his chair so he could continue playing. Arisu's head tilted to the side, allowing his beloved game to be, again, the centre of his attention. The dark strands of his hair fell over his eyes and I groaned softly. Annoyed at how oblivious this boy could be.

"Hey! Hey! Watch out!" Arisu called, raising a hand to reposition his mic. I watched the screen as he and his online friends slayed an unknown creature. "We did it!" The boy chuckled in joy. I could hear his grin, but that wasn't on my mind right now. As he yelled out, he excitedly rose his leg. A simple jerk, as he usually did. Yet he was oblivious to the fact his leg was between mine, and his thigh had mistakenly jerked up against my clothed clit.

I gasped, slapping a hand over my lips. My eyes grew in shock. Waiting for Arisu to care. He didn't.

Again, he became too invested, and rose his leg sharply at another victory. This time my gasp had sounded more breathy. High-pitched. Less like a gasp, and more like a whimper.

Arisu continued, paying no mind to my state. His own girlfriend. Heat rose across my cheeks, and a familiar sensation of slick spread against my clit. I was becoming increasingly wet, and at this point I couldn't help but roll my hips. Arisu finally tensed beneath me. His muscles froze as I rubbed my damp underwear against the fabric of his joggers.

I was wearing only an oversized shirt. His, actually. Though I doubt he had noticed it. My breath hitched, and a high whine left my parted lips. I reached to place my fingers on the brim of my shirt, lifting it to my stomach, and pressing my pussy harder against his thigh.

"Y/n?" He questioned innocently. I watched in anticipation - through drowsy eyes - as he placed his controller in one hand. He moved his other palm to my hip, where he lightly left it there. Resting it on my smooth skin. "Y/n, what are you doing..are-" He paused, puzzlement in his tone. His grip grew stronger as he realised. "Arisu." I whimpered beneath my breath. "Arisu." I repeated, but higher and louder. My hands clamped around either side of his chair, feeling as my high came closer with every buck of my hips. I grinded against him, feeling the wetness of my pants transfer to his.

Arisu's face turned red and his frozen limbs relaxed. His hand loosened until a loud moan slipped from my mouth. I threw my head back as I came. Spilling myself into my pants, and letting the substance drip across his pants. The material beneath me tightened as he processed the situation before him.

"Y/n!" He whisper-yelled, slapping his left hand across my mouth. My eyes rolled as I came down from my high. "I'm..I'm still on call!" He stuttered out, biting his lip in nervousness. His palm remained against my face, suppressing any noises I could make. It intrigued me. If he didn't want his friends to hear maybe he should have payed me some form of attention today?

The only thing I could do now was to make him moan. Make him scream my name. Whine and groan with that pretty mouth of his, right in my ear. I clenched around nothing at the lewd thoughts. My ass then pushed back against his growing erection. He grunted. I kept going, rolling myself against his cock. "Y/n." He breathed out, letting his breath fan out across my neck. My back was flush against his chest, where I could feel him heave. His heartbeat thump into my skin.

His dick twitched beneath his confines, poking desperately into my ass. Just begging to be used. I raised myself from his form, and he gladly removed his cock from his boxers, letting it brush my bare skin freely.

I shivered at the feeling of his naked tip, tracing across my skin. My thighs pressed together before I leant backwards, positioning myself with him edging between my folds. I then lowered myself down, widening my mouth as his cock stretched me out. I took him all, his entire dick, now pulsing against my walls. Our bodies pressed together, sweat already forming.

A soft whine slipped from his tongue, reaching my ear through the heat of his breath. "Y/n." He whispered, his controller falling against his desk. He moved his free hands to my sides, where he pushed his fingertips into my flesh. He moved me into positions that allowed his cock to hit deeper.

I gasped at the sensation. He was now balls-deep in me. Fucking me with that pretty, veiny dick of his. Sounds of pleasure emanated through the room as well as the rough sound of skin slapping. Arisu's pelvis pushed up into me as his hips stuttered. "Arisu, please." I bounced, addicted to the fell of his shaft brushing my insides. "Arisu, I need you." I whimpered, and the boy caught himself in a knot of moans. His breath hitched and his head fell against my shoulder, where he kissed my skin and suppressed his desperate screams.

"Fuck." I breathed out, gripping the sides of his chair. "I'm gonna-" My sentence was cut off by the small moan in my ear. Arisu's lips brushed against my earlobe. "Me too."

I picked my hips up and slammed myself down on him, letting his cock thrust up into my g-spot. Effectively causing me to cum. He groaned, head falling back against his headrest. I rode him through my orgasm, moaning quietly at every drop. Feeling as his cum filled me. Dripping down my inner thighs.

Exhaustion took over me and I came to a stop, relaxing against his chest as mine heaved. Arisu's dark hair fell away from his eyes, and I watched - Through the screen's reflection - his tired gaze trail across my body, and his Adams apple bob as he caught his breath.

Silence ensued, until the awkward cough snapped us to reality. Arisu stared, wide-eyed at his headset. "Ayyy!" Karube yelled out, chuckling. "Did you just get laid?"

"Karube!" Arisu exclaimed in embarrassment. I simply smirked, laughing beneath my breath as Arisu's red face soon portrayed a small, sheepish smile. 

[negative-speedforce]

How would your OCs' significant others react to seeing them dressed up for the first time?

Siv (With Gina or Hailey): Literally speechless. Full useless lesbian mode. Can not believe that a creature this ethereal exists, or that they can call her theirs. Probably does the human equivalent of a screenshot.

Hailey: Is fairly stunned, but still competent enough to compliment the woman she loves. She's honestly surprised how good Siv looks when they're not dressed like a homeless man.

Gina: Was honestly surprised at how good Siv looks dressed up, since they almost never do that.

Jay: Literally squealed the first time he saw Cassandra in formalwear, because he already thinks that Cassandra is the most beautiful girl alive, but she somehow looks even more stunning all dolled up. Could not keep his hands off her all night.

Cassandra: Even though the reason for her and Jay dressing up were just for a mission, she was absolutely stunned by how handsome he looked. Needless to say, they ended up almost failing their mission because they spent too much time making out.

Max: Was surprised with how well Kyle looked in a rented suit, and how it made his broad linebacker shoulders look so strong, and how it just made him want to do unspeakable things to him.

Kyle: Thought Max looked nice, and was developing a tiny crush on him, but considering that they didn't really know each other yet, he didn't have any visceral reaction.

Eric: "Who is this gorgeous man and what did he do to my husband" lol. As an anthropologist, Jacob is often covered in dust and dirt from whatever dig site he was at last, so Eric was surprised to see him so cleaned up for once.

Jacob: Kinda felt sorry for Eric, since he looked quite uncomfortable in a dress, and Jacob had never seen him wear one (Neither Jacob or Eric himself knew he was trans yet).

Onnie: For once, they lost their charm and charisma, because she was not expecting Pippa to look so pretty in formalwear, after all, she's only seen her in her superhero getup or in casual wear, so seeing Pippa all dressed up was a pleasant surprise

Pippa: Technically the first time Pippa saw Onnie dressed up was on TV, on the news at one of her father's business events. Needless to say, Pippa didn't even know who Onnie was yet and she still thought that that mysterious girl was so hot-

Jessi: The SECOND she saw Hyun-Ki in a suit, she knew he could be her stylish publicity boytoy. While she never was really attracted to him, she could tell just how attractive he was, and how much attention he commanded.

Hyun-Ki: At the surface, he felt transfixed, as if enchanted by Jessi's beauty. However, underneath the surface, Hyun-Ki was disgusted, and he wanted nothing more than for someone to finally see through Jessi's good-girl persona.

Marie: (for Qiara) could not keep her eyes off her all night. Tried to ignore Qiara because they weren't dating yet, but it was impossible (for Liah) Wasn't expecting a 6'3 Cardassian to be so femme. Cheers to you, Liah.

Liah: (for Marie) was honestly pretty speechless the first time she saw Marie dressed up- after all, the fanciest thing Marie had ever worn was her dress uniform. (for Qiara) almost passed out, because Qiara actually looked like a goddess, and while Liah knew that Qiara was essentially one, it had never really processed for her.

Qiara: (for Liah) Literally squealed because Liah looked so pretty and Qiara had never seen her dressed up so cute. (for Marie) Absolutely flabbergasted. Did not know how to respond.

Athena: Her jaw dropped, and she immediately got to work trying to convince Laila to go sneak off and take off those fancy clothes because she looked so hot-

Laila: Forgot to breathe for approximately thirty seconds because her girlfriend looked so stunning (and almost passed out)

Reyna: Thought Iorhael looked hot, but also kinda silly, considering that he still had that stupid shaggy mullet from when his long hair got caught in some machinery and Reyna had to cut it loose before his head got sucked in. (they are the disaster couple of all time)

Iorhael (Reyna's boyfriend): Absolutely stunned. The one (and only) time he ever saw Reyna dressed in actual formalwear was her own coronation, following the execution of her stepmother, Queen Carmen. However, the rule of Queen Reyna was short-lived, as two days later, she left the throne to her niece, Camille, and skipped town.

Pyrrha: Didn't really notice how Castor looked for a good few minutes, since she was so busy being self-conscious about how she looked, since she had let her friends pressure her into wearing a dress that exposed her scars. When she noticed, however, she was super awkward and she stammered out a "Y-you look g-great."

Castor (Pyrrha's partner): Was extremely proud of Pyrrha, since she had been donning heavy layered clothes and gloves to hide her cybernetics, but thanks to a little confidence boost, decided to go confront the woman who tormented her in style, in a dress that specifically showed off her prosthetic arm and the scars with it.

Aldrich: Couldn't believe that this absolutely beautiful woman was about to marry him. If he was capable of tears, he would be crying, but unfortunately, vampires are not.

Samira: It was their wedding, so Samira was honestly too busy crying happy tears to notice how good Aldrich looked in his suit (after her kidnapping, however, the photos from that are all she really has from her family)

Matt: Was honestly more nervous about what Dolores would think of him, since Dolores already dresses fairly formal most of the time already

Dolores: Couldn't believe that Matt was capable of looking so classy, since he normally dresses like a 13-year-old boy mixed with a surfer dude and a hobo.

And! Also! What they were wearing!

Siv

Hailey

Gina

Jay (is such a manwhore)

Cassandra

Max

Kyle

Jacob

Eric

Onnie

Pippa

Jessi

Hyun-Ki

Marie

Liah

Qiara

Athena

Laila

Reyna

Iorhael

Pyrrha

Castor

Aldrich

Samira

Matt

Dolores

[latibvles]

First off, happy one year! 🥳 How exciting! And a classic Poe ask game for the occasion? You know I'll be bothering you with both the girlies 🤭

Though you already know her, we're re-introducing Zenie McGlamery, a young, mixed-race Indigenous woman from the rural south who disguises herself as a man to join the paratroopers. Though Zenie herself is rather shy and reserved, her alter ego, Thomas Driver, allows her to become herself in more ways than she thought possible. Loyal until the end, Zenie is determined to make it through the war without losing anyone else that she cares about - and she just might find something more along the way. You can read about her in Like A Girl (Like A Man) on tumblr and AO3!

Thank you in advance beloved! ❤️

okay, I know we have made so many jokes about Daisy and Zenie being girlfriends however, they would be friends and no one can change my mind. Daisy knows a thing or two about keeping secrets (for better or for worse) and it's the sense of camaraderie and friendship that fuels their later actions. The foundations are there. That being said, you can all find Like A Girl (Like A Man) here on Tumblr and here on AO3! It's a great read. Now here's Zenie getting a certain combat nurse in her corner as well.

[ THE ONE YEAR INBOX GAME! ]

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Shocked was Daisy’s immediate feeling, and then shortly thereafter, impressed.

It’d been one of her and Gene’s murmured secrets, the situation that “Tommy Driver” found himself in — like the ones she and Joe were more often likely to share within their foxholes. Although, this wasn’t a matter of late-night trysts and a lack thereof; rather the basis of someone’s identity. She grabbed extra tampons and health sponges at the hospital and said nothing of it when Ginny gave her a confused look and asked casually about heavy flow.

Sure, let’s go with that, is what she wants to say, but since this isn’t exactly the time for sarcastic quips, she just nods and pretends to look miserable about the whole affair.

Second Platoon’s outpost is easy to find, even if every bombed out building in Haguenau looks exactly the same. Scurrying along quickly to ensure she isn’t bombed to hell is her first priority, so when she reaches the door she slips inside without a second thought. Sitting in foxholes in the frigid cold waiting for another round of artillery to hail down upon them was hardly the environment for “shooting the shit” — so to see them sat in rickety old chairs with cigarettes and candy bars was a pleasant change of pace.

“Sergeant Driver?” Her voice has a few different gazes shifting to her, to which she waits, expectantly. As usual, Joe’s the first to be spurred into action, calling up the stairs with a ‘Tommy, you’ve got a visitor!’ that practically shakes the house.

It takes a few moments, but he, or rather, she, comes down the stairs, shaggy dark hair peeking through his cap, helmet discarded somewhere. She gives him a smile and a wave.

“Gene wanted to do a follow-up just to see how your stitches are holding up.” A safe enough lie, Gene told her that the rest of the guys thought Tommy was just “shy”, and wholly committed to not stripping in front of the men

That was definitely a way of looking at it. But Tommy looks at her, and then nods all the same, confusion only flashing across her face for a millisecond. Daisy gives her what she hopes is an easy smile.

“Shouldn’t be too long. You boys just move around way too damn much.” She’s turning on her heel, knowing he’ll follow, and walking briskly to a building only a few doors down which she knew to be empty.

Tommy keeps step with her, and they’re quick to enter the next building, its windows caked with dirt and dust, cracks spider-webbing across concrete walls and paint peeling. Daisy waits for the door to shut before taking in a measured breath, turning on her heel. Expectantly, Tommy’s looking around for Gene.

“Okay, there’s really no way to put it delicately so I’m uh… I’m just gonna say it.” Rummaging through her bag, eyes fixed on it, it’s something to do with her hands. “Gene told me about your… your thing,” Finding the bundle of toiletries, she holds them out. Tommy looks up at her, conflicted.

“He did?”  An echo, probably trying to scramble for words, an explanation probably. “I know it’s—”

“Brave,” Daisy finishes quickly, giving what she hopes is a supportive smile. “I mean it would’ve been nice to know earlier, of course. I probably would've done more. But it’s brave,” She presses the products into the other girl’s chest unceremoniously. “I also managed to snatch these from the field hospital. I don’t know how yours are fitting but they might be a little more comfortable.” The standard issue underwear that they gave to the combat nurses, which was probably a better fit.

Tommy takes those too, holding them in her hands and then lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Lieutenant Clarke,” Something about her seems to shrink, and Daisy just smiles.

“Don’t you go getting shy on me now. It was Daisy all those days in the woods, none of that has to change.” She insists. Tommy lets out a small chuckle, like she’s loosening up again, which is a pleasant sight to bear witness to. He may not have been as loud about it as Bill or Joe — but she knew Tommy was there and keeping an eye on her like everybody else.

“Zena McGlamery. Or Zenie,” she says after a moment, when they lapse into an easier silence. “That’s my actual name.” And to that, Daisy smiles — a piece of her being given over voluntarily. Daisy mutters the name under her breath once, to commit it to memory, then nods before reaching to muss up some of Zenie’s hair.

“We’ll stick with Tommy ‘till it’s just us again.” And Zenie rolls her eyes, trying to duck out of Daisy’s hand. “Pretty name though.”

When Zenie smiles at the compliment, Daisy isn’t sure how she could’ve missed something like this before. But the more she dwells on it, she concludes that it doesn’t really matter — Tommy and Zenie were evidently, one in the same, and that’s all that really mattered to her.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Canvas, Adhesive, Finger painting :)

One day, us Tumblrites gotta take a stand against "weird question names that require you to consult the question list 1000 times when answering because ???"

Anyway.

Canvas: Do you ever "prep" your fics with outlines or warmups before you start writing, or do you just dive right in?

Yeah, no. Very occasionally, I will make a notepad document I call "squishy red crap" (because it is the viscera and organs and lifeblood of a story all kind of blended up into mush) before writing a thing.

They, uh, look like this. After I clean it up.

I prefer to write the way I prefer to read, which is that I slowly put things together by what details I have, and editing is when I clean this up into a sharp, pointed blade to actually accomplish something.

Adhesive: When you write, do you usually "stick" to one character or story for a while, or bounce around various characters and ideas?

I do now, because I have less time for things, but I used to have at least two or three things running at a time so I could take breaks when my brain wanted to focus on a different type of project for a while. But now it's harder to make time for all of that at once, and I'd like to finish things, so I focus more.

Finger Painting: Share a small snippet from your earliest work (or the earliest that you can get back to). How would you rewrite it today? Either share the rewrite itself or just describe how you'd do it.

HRM. Okay, I'm going to do this in two parts: The oldest thing I can find on my computer, and the oldest thing I have hanging around on paper. But I'm not retyping the paper, so you'll have to see a pic for that.

This is the oldest thing I currently have handwritten. I was 12 when I wrote this, so have some mercy. I actually tried to throw this out at one point, but my former best friend saved it and got it back from her in college, at which point it was more funny to keep than anything.

The first most major changes I would make are start this with Misha in the bathroom mirror sort of explaining what all led her to get there.

Actually, no, the first would be getting rid of these names, which are far from the worst at the time, but ah, I had a "faux Japanese name" thing for a long time.

Mostly, this just has to be cleaned up. There's a very stilted, childish voice I can hear inexpertly telling this story.

Although props to little me for shoving "futile" in there properly at age 12. Just hanging out there, lmao.

This is the oldest thing I can copy-paste from my computer. I was 14 or 15 at the time, and only have this because I'd been emailing a friend updates as I wrote them. The 16.5k words I have weren't all that was written, but it's what I have salvaged.

“Hey, cutie. What are you doing around here?” Seitou whispered suggestively to me. “Oh, screw you, Seitou,” I shot back. “You know I’m taken.” “Aw, but sweetie, you’re just too cute. That girl doesn’t deserve you,” he answered, sweet as honey, but I could taste the venom under it. “Unfortunately, I’m not interested in other males. So find someone else to prey on,” I snapped. Seitou has had a fixation on me for as long as I can remember. Even though I’ve told him I am not interested in guys from the second he started hitting on me, he seems to be too thick headed to get it. I am completely straight, and I have a long-term girlfriend to prove it. Reisha is the most unbelievably beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, supermodels included.  From her long black hair to her perfectly almond-shaped blue eyes. I’m not the only guy infatuated with her. Seitou is a completely different story. Besides being apparently gay, he has never had a known relationship, even with another guy. I have to admit; even though I’m straight, - which means don’t take this the wrong way- he is pretty decent looking. He has shaggy brown hair that is just a little long. And his piercing green eyes unnerve me just a bit. Myself, well, I consider myself average looking. The name’s Hakiro. I can’t figure how I nailed both a hot male and female. My own black hair never behaves the way it should, my brown eyes are a pretty bland color. Sure, I’m definitely my own person, never really fitting in anywhere, but will someone explain how that’s attractive? But even though I don’t fit in much, I have plenty of friends. As I was mulling over these thoughts, I noticed Reisha walking up to me. “I have something to tell you.” She said, sounding slightly grim. Even though I was completely secure in our relationship, her tone concerned me. My instincts proved to be functioning correctly. “I think we should end this.” She announced.

Okay, aside the fact that good lord is there some grammar fuckery going on here, and the names, good lord the names, there's some interesting growth you can note over the two-three years between these. Obviously I, ahhhhhh, had read some BL by then. Because wow is this BL tropey from the time.

But it also just starts straight in the action this time. It's much more active, despite the fact that Hakiro still spends a bunch of time navel gazing. Hakiro is pretty voicey--it's not the best voice, but you can start to see my real knack for dialogue and mimicking speech patterns starting to pop already. The, ah, dialogue tags are not as good. But there's some good things happening on this front that will continue to develop as I continue to write.

I think I would (after changing all the names), importantly change this story to make Hakiro a clearly bisexual kid who doesn't know that yet instead of this gay-for-you thing, because Jesus Christ is he bisexual.

I would also...not start the story here? I don't think this is where the story of Seitou and Hakiro's romance even starts anyway. And almost nothing about this scene makes sense.

Also, the way this is written just has so much unnecessary exposition and description that could be handled much more expertly.

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Never Should Have Let You Go - Adam Cole x Reader PART 1

So, first Adam Cole ficlet. There will be two or three parts to this one. Hope you guys enjoy!

Adam’s an absolute joy to watch– both on NXT and on UUDD.

If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name

Y/N = Your Name

Y/M/N = Your Mothers Name

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@wwequeenbeesblog @regalbanshee

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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PART ONE – 2009

“Y/N/N!”

I looked up from my book at the sound of my name- to find my boyfriend of two and a half years walking towards me. The smile on his face seemed a bit uncertain, so I slowly closed my book as I gave him a smile.

“Hey Adam, what’s up?”

He leaned down and kissed my cheek, sitting down at the bench with me, the wood planks between his legs as he faced me. I could tell something was on his mind—so I swung my leg over the side, facing him completely.

“Just wanted to hang out—knew I’d find you here,” he chuckled, looking around at the empty cafeteria as he spoke.

“Mhmm,” I nod with a soft smile, slowly reaching out and taking his hands in my own. Upon contact, he looked down at our hands as he intertwined our fingers.

“Is it so hard to believe I just want to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend?” he asked.

“No—but I know you, babe,” I responded, my head leaning to the side as I looked at him curiously,” Something’s on your mind.”

His head ducked down, his shaggy hair—just past his ears now—falling beside his face, as he gave a nervous chuckle.

“I uh—well, you know how I sent applications out? To all the companies?”

“Yeah—did you get a reply? WWE take you in already?” I asked, surprised but happy all the same.

“Nah—but Ring of Honor gave me a call. They… they want me to wrestle a few dark matches—they’ve seen some of my CZW work…”

“Think they’ll offer a contract?”

“Maybe eventually…”

“That’s a good thing though, Adam—you’ve been working for this for a while now,” I told him, slightly confused on why he was acting unsure.

“Yeah…”

“Adam—what’s wrong babe? You’re worrying me,” I told him, gently taking my hands from his and cupping his face, raising his head to look at me. His baby blue’s—normally so full of life and laughter only held trepidation. I saw him swallow, his adams apple bobbing slightly—as he slightly pulled back and reached into his jacket pocket—pulling out a sheet of paper.

“CZW… they’ve got tours coming up,” he explained,” A lot of them.”

“Okay…?”

“International ones.”

“Okay—I mean, that’s normal. Wrestling companies go overseas all the time, look at WWE and how many times they have international shows.”

“You don’t get it, Y/N/N,” Adam groaned, standing up from the bench and walking a few feet away- before turning back towards me.

“Then explain it to me, please,” I asked him softly.

“I go on this tour—I’ll be gone for a while then,” he explained- his voice barely audible,”And when I get back, depending on the success of it, I could be thrown into another. I— I’d never be around… Never get to see you. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“You came with me—I’ve already talked to DJ. He’s cool with you tagging along with us,” Adam explained, a slight shine of excitement in his eyes,” Think about it—you could travel like you’ve always wanted to! See all those places you’ve dreamt of for years!” He sat back down beside me, his smile slowly fading as he saw my lack of excitement.

“I—I would. You know I would,” I whispered, gently reaching out to take his hand in both mine,” But I can’t. My mom… she needs me. Now more than ever. She… she’s forgetting more and more. It scares me, every time. If I left? She’d have no one to take care of her—to keep her grounded. Someone familiar, that knows her—that knows how to calm her.”

Earlier that year, she had been diagnosed with early onset dementia. With my father having walked out of our life when I was younger, my mom and I were all each other had. Until Adam entered my life—mom loved him to death.

“You’ll marry that boy someday—mark my word Y/N/N,” she’d constantly tell me, a knowing smile on her face.

Adam’s face turned grim, his hand clenching around one of mine as he asked,” How’s Y/M/N doing?”

“She has her bad days—but so far it’s slow and far between. Doctor’s warn me though… it’s only a matter of time before….”

Before she got worse.

Physical, possibly.

It scared the hell out of me to think of what my mother could become. She was my rock—always there for me. Every scratch, broken bone, nightmare—she was right there beside me.

The silence stretched between Adam and I as we just sat there. Wordlessly, I scooted closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder; in turn he took his hand from mine and wrapped it around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

“I—I don’t know what to do.”

“Yes you do,” I whispered, my eyes flickering up to his face. He looked down at me, confusion on his face.

“Babe—this has been your dream. I’ve seen you in the ring—you’re a natural at it. Wrestling is what you’re meant for.”

“If I go though… I mean…” he struggled for his words,” You and I—we’ll hardly see each other. Especially if you go away for college.”

“For now, I’ll be sticking around Philly. Mom knows this place—she’s comfortable here. I can’t uproot her, it’ll only be problematic in the long run.”

“Still—a business degree is no joke. You’ll be super busy… and even when I’m in town, I’ll be super busy with the matches and promo’s…”

We both knew what was coming, something we didn’t want to face. I wrapped my arms around his chest, locking my fingers together. I could feel the lump in my throat, the heaviness in my heart.

“I—I’ll just tell DJ I can’t—”

“Adam Cole—don’t you dare.”

“Babe—”

“No,” I shook my head, leaning away from him as his hand fell from my shoulders,” This is your DREAM. Chase it.”

We stared at each other in silence—sadness beyond evident in both our eyes.

“What if I get there then—to the top? Champion. Big time.”

“Then you know you’ve always got a fan,” I smile to him.

“What if I don’t though? What if I just… make a fool of myself?”

“You won’t.”

[emmaelix]

I Swear That's Not My Dead Body: Part One of Seven: Bakugo x Fem! Kirishima! Reader

I recently asked @aikugo on Tumblr what their favorite AUs are and one of their answers was Office au! I personally also love crime-solving and quirkless AUs, so I blended them all together into this mess! And to make sure I didn't abandon this poor fic I created an outline (although whether that will motivate me we shall soon see 👀)

Y/n Kirishima stood outside her new boss's door, hesitating to knock. Should she? At her last job, she wouldn't have done that, but she wasn't sure how "hero agencies" worked. She had gotten this job because of her prior training as a nurse, meaning she worked well enough in high-adrenaline situations. A hero agency worked alongside police and emergency medical services to help the victims of violent crimes and natural disasters.

Y/n decided to knock. "Hello? Mr," Y/n paused to look at the name on the door. "Mr. Yagi? Are you in there?"

A tall man in a black suit with bright blonde hair and blue eyes opened the door. He looked about forty but acted like he was still in his early twenties. "Hello! Yes, I'm Mr. Yagi, but I'd much prefer it if you called me Toshinori! I might be your boss, but I'm still your equal!"

Wow. This guy was as energetic as Ejirou. A second man, lean and shaggy-haired wearing jeans and an unbuttoned blazer walked out of Toshinori's office. "I'm Taishiro," He offered, grinning and taking a bite out of candy of some kind. He was also blonde and had brown eyes that shone so bright they almost looked yellow.

"Oh, nice to meet you Taishiro! I'm Y/n Kirishima, the new hire," Y/n said, smiling at the man but shaking her head no when he offered her some candy.

Taishiro waved a man who looked maybe two years older than Y/n over from the desk where he sat. "Tamaki! Come meet the new hire!"

How many people in this office had names that started with T? Y/n was relieved when she saw Tamaki. He had dark blue eyes and black hair that was dyed indigo on the tips. He wore slacks, a collared shirt, and a red tie. Tamaki smiled when he saw Taishiro and Toshinori. "Tamaki has been with us since he got out of medical school! He's a real prodigy, and graduated top of his class. He's calmer and has a more slow-demeanor, which you might enjoy since most of the rest of us are pretty fast."

Y/n chuckled softly at the blush spreading across Tamaki's cheeks. "Can I be shown to my desk? I'd like to get settled in before my first job."

Taishiro nodded and pointed to a desk in front of an angry-looking blonde man. "You'll be next to Katsuki. Be careful around him. He didn't get the nickname Pomeranian for his soft and caring attitude."

"This might be an even better job than I first thought," Y/n said, carrying her small box of items to her desk. The only pictures she had were of her and her brother or her brother and Mina, his girlfriend who they'd grown up with and who had become like a sister to Y/n.

Y/n and Mina had become so close Y/n had told her brother that if they ever broke up she'd marry Mina just to keep her in the family. Although Y/n doubted that would ever happen. Just last week she'd gone with her brother to pick out the engagement ring he wanted to give her on Sunday.

Y/n put her pens away and turned to her new deskmate of sorts. "Hello, I'm Y/n Kirishima. I just got this job last week and I was hoping to make some friends so-"

"I know who you are. You moved into the apartment beside mine. I'm 1-A, you're 1-B. I also know your brother. He and his girlfriend live in 2-A right above me."

It might be easier to make friends here than Y/n thought. "If you're coming over to my apartment it better be because I asked you over. I'm having wine and pasta tonight. Do you want to come? It'd probably be us, Tamaki, Eijirou, and Mina."

"Sure!" And thus began a beautiful friendship. Well, if you call neighbors and co-workers eating pasta together and cussing at tv characters on Friday nights a beautiful friendship. Which Mina Ashido certainly does.

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Y/n was talking on the phone with Mina two months after moving into her new apartment. "Yes, I've already chosen hand towels. Yes, Mina, of course, they're the same! I'm not spending money on new towels when I have old towels that work just as well! Hang on, someone's at the door. It's probably Kats."

Y/n could hear Mina snickering on the other end of the phone. She walked to her apartment door to see - as she'd thought - her neighbor Katsuki Bakugo standing in front of her. "Hey, Y/n. I need some help at my apartment."

Y/n had heard that she didn't know how many times. It was a ploy Bakugo used to get her to come over and eat with him when he didn't want to eat alone or had made too much food by accident. Since he often used his mother's recipes, which were designed for three to five people, he had leftovers almost every night. "Sure, Kats."

Y/n was about to hang up when Bakugo motioned for her to stay on the line. She was about to ask why when she noticed what was lying on Bakugo's floor. "Katsuki Bakugo! Is that an effing body? What the hell?"

Bakugo shrugged. "I don't know how it got here. I came home and she was just lying on my floor. Since there are maggots eating her I'm guessing she's dead."

Y/n made a disgusted noise. "Yep. She's dead. How did you not smell her? Yuck."

Alright. Chapter One/the prologue is finished. Next to come: Chapter Two, probably by the end of the month. (But don't hold me to that 😅)

[alphashley14]

One of Us

A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated/Mystery Skulls Crossover

Chapter Seven

Everything and More

“Arthur is correct. The time has come.”

Okay. So. This was weird. Even to Arthur’s standards. Which were already pretty fucking high, but had been raised slightly higher still as of this morning. 

Before them stood a small, cute, well-groomed talking dog. In an in-between dimension. Not that weird. Arthur had met talking animals. And been to other in-between dimensions. But to his knowledge, this dog was Scooby’s girlfriend. Who could not talk. And was in a coma. 

To the right of her stood a… vaguely familiar little man. Arthur was sure he’d seen that face before, he just couldn’t remember from where. But he knew it had something to do with his past experience with the paranormal.

And to the left of the dog stood the one who was quite possibly the strangest of the three. At least to Arthur. Truth be told, it hadn’t immediately clicked where he’d seen that face before. Then he’d just so happened to glance over at Mr. E, and he immediately realized two things. One: that Ricky had turned as white as a sheet, and was looking at the boy like he’d seen a ghost; and two: Mr. E’s shirt was the same yellow and white striped pattern as the teen’s. Then it clicked: Arthur had seen that face several times just this morning, looking through Ricky’s photo album. They were looking at a 17-year-old Ricky Owens. The same age he was when The Freak of Crystal Cove had forced him and the rest of the Original Mystery Incorporated to disappear.

So… yep. This was another new one. Just when Arthur was starting to think he at least mostly had this whole ‘paranormal expert’ thing figured out. What a fool he’d been to forget rule number one of being an expert in the paranormal: never assume you’re an expert in the paranormal. The paranormal will see that as a challenge, and it will find a way to surprise you. Often in a way less-than-pleasant. 

As Nova, the man in red, and Ricky’s younger self came closer, Arthur, Shaggy, and Ricky stood up, wary of the strange newcomers.

“Please tell me that you two also see Brad and Judy’s dog talking, a little man, and a younger me.” Ricky said shakily, in the voice of a man completely prepared to accept his own insanity. 

“Nope. Not just you.” And truth be told, Arthur was relieved it wasn’t just him seeing this, too. 

“Like, technically Nova isn’t their dog anymore. And according to Scoob, like, that’s not her.” Shaggy said with a nervous laugh. “But like, yeah… even so… this is freaky.”

“Shaggy is correct.” Not-Nova said. “I am not Nova. As I told Scooby Doo, I am of the Annunaki, a race of interdimensional beings who visit the planet Earth every thousand years at a time called Nibiru. The Annunaki have no physical form, and must inhabit the bodies of animals in order to remain in this world. And that is why I have borrowed Nova’s body - so that I may aid you in your quest to break the curse on Crystal Cove.”

Ricky and Shaggy gave her a blank stare that reflected the sheer bewilderment going on in their heads. Arthur on the other hand-

“The Annunaki," He echoed. “That word sounds familiar.” 

“To you, Arthur Kingsman, it would be. The Annunaki have a long history of helping humans. Whenever my kind visits Earth, we often leave part-animal descendants behind. So long as the tiniest trace of our genes remain, our descendants will retain a higher level of intelligence and the ability to talk. Each of you are intimately familiar with at least one of them. As rare as our descendants are, even rarer are our closest relatives, who in addition to sentience, often also retain some of our abnormalities and powers.” 

“That’s right," Arthur said. “Mystery told us about that.” 

“Like, you guys know about this, too?” Shaggy exclaimed. 

“It’s like we keep telling you: us Mystery Skulls are no strangers to the supernatural. And Nibiru is a pretty big deal. We’ve never met an Annunaki, but we’ve met quite a few beings old enough to remember the last time they were here. Some friends of ours possess a very special set of books with a whole chapter on Nibiru. Not to mention Nibiru is a big deal to the magical creatures of this world, and to the Neitherworld. From what I know of your people though, when you take hold of an animal’s body, you can usually tell visually. There are mutations and distortions. Sometimes you even make yourselves look part human. So… you haven’t taken complete possession of that dog, have you?” Arthur asked Not-Nova. 

“Correct. Her body is frail, her soul barely clinging to it. But if it can be saved, I have no intention of taking her life from her. And even if I wanted to, the time of Nibiru is not upon us just yet, which limits my powers in your world.”

“But not enough to stop you from switching our bodies.” Arthur said, slightly accusatory.

“Correct.” 

“So like, that dream we had was no coincidence. You did switch our bodies!” Shaggy cried. 

“But why?” Ricky asked, trying to avoid looking at his younger self. 

“A number of reasons.” The man in red said. 

“The main reason you three were chosen rather than a different trifecta is because yours is the only one that remains intact.” Nova told them.

“What does that even mean?” Ricky asked. 

“Heyo, I can answer that!” Ricky’s younger self said. Hearing that voice again after so many years made Ricky jump. It was disturbing, really. It was deeply, deeply disturbing. 

“So it’s like this: looking at each Mystery Incorporated, there are… I guess ‘roles’ that are filled in every group, and you can usually tell who is who just by looking at them and knowing a few things about them. When she says ‘trifecta’, she’s talking about three people existing within the same role in the three Mystery Inc. groups that presently exist. You- or I guess us three are in one. Brad, Fred, and Lewis are in another… you get the idea,” the Young Ricky explained. “But technically speaking, you- or rather, I guess us three are the only trifecta left that exists perfectly between all three groups. Arthur’s the only one who will understand why when I say this, but the other three members of the Mystery Skulls have…  abnormalities that make them not fit the pattern perfectly when compared to other groups.”

“Abnormalities? Like, I don’t see anything wrong with Lewis, Vivi, or Mystery.” Shaggy shrugged. 

“Uh… remember when I said we have secrets that the others will tell you when you wake up?” Arthur asked nervously. “He’s talking about that.”

“The second reason was to forge an alliance between the new Mystery Incorporated and the Mystery Skulls.” Not-Nova said, diverting the conversation before Mr. E or Shaggy could ask any more questions. “The Mystery Skulls began their story in Crystal Cove, but were led away for many years in order to protect them from the evil entity beneath the town. They have always been fated to return, more qualified to oppose this curse than any group that has come before them. The entity knew this, and has tried several times to destroy them before they could. But it failed. However, the Mystery Skulls returned later in the mystery than anticipated, and the alliance was failing to form timely. With the time of Nibiru fast approaching, drastic action had to be taken.”

“Drastic? You think?” Ricky exclaimed. 

“But like, if you were just trying to get us to work together,” Shaggy asked, pointing between himself and Arthur, “then like, why did you bring Mr. E into it? Like, no offense, man. But like, why not just switch the two of us?” 

“I can answer that, too!” Young-Ricky piped up, sounding positively ecstatic about it. “Over here! Follow me!” 

The three of them followed him as he walked over to one of the walls and drew the curtain back to reveal another room - an absolutely massive room absolutely filled with people. 

“Like, Zoinks! Mayor Jones… Ed Machine… Brad Chiles and Judy Reeves… The Darrow Family… Like, there’s so many of them!”

“Yeah. And they’re just… standing around like mannequins. Weird.” Arthur nervously clutched his metal arm.

“But why are they here?” Ricky asked.

“Only parts of them.” Ricky’s counterpart explained. “What you see before you are the best parts of all of us who have been trapped in-between worlds because of our corruption by the curse of Crystal Cove. The treasure, the entity. One way or another, all of us here have been messed up by it. We’re here as echoes of what we were, a sad reminder of what we could have become, and a beacon of hope for what we could be. I would know. I, myself, am one of them. Or at least I was, until recently.”

“I suppose that explains why you look like… well… that.” Ricky said sadly, referring to how young his better half looked.

“Hey, man! Don’t be so disheartened about it. I mean, I’m you. You think that I of all people don’t know what you’ve been through? Or what you’re thinking?” The other-him asked. “I don’t think you realize just how bright our future could be.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“That,” younger-Ricky said, “Is the reason we drew you into the fold. I mean- Look at me. And look at the others. I’m walking around and talking to you, and the others stand still. Why do you think that is?” 

Ricky looked around and thought for a moment. “You’re… see-through?” 

“Ding-dong Daddy-o!” His younger self exclaimed with excitement. “I ‘woke up’ that day you stood up to Professor Pericles for the first time, and I’ve only been getting less solid ever since.” 

“It’s because of me?” Ricky realized, horrified. “I’m hurting you? Am I doing something wrong?” 

“No! No. You’re not doing a single thing wrong! You’re perfect. ” The boy insisted, gently gripping Ricky’s arms. “This isn’t hurting me. Just the opposite! I want to disappear! Don’t you get it? I’m vanishing because I’m being set free . You’re finding me again! I’m on the verge of not being the best version of Ricky Owens anymore.”

The image of his best self flickered, and for just a moment, Ricky found himself staring at a mirror image of his present appearance instead of a memory. Then the form stabilized and there his younger self stood once again.

 “And it’s all thanks to you! You did what I could never do: you told Professor Pericles he was wrong! You stood up to him! Even back then, I’m sure you remember. Pericles had to be the smart one - the right one. He hated being wrong, and I never had the guts to correct him. But you did! You tried to do what was right, and you aspired to be the man Cassidy thinks we can be! We didn’t do anything wrong back then and what happened to us wasn’t our fault - we were just a kid! And you’re finally coming to terms with that and are moving on . I know you don’t see it yet - just how incredible that is. And I know what you think about yourself. But I think that’s amazing, and I’m so proud of you!” His other half exclaimed, breathless. “I just hope that one day, you can realize the same.”

Ricky’s eyes burned and his throat started to close. But he wiped his eyes with his sleeve and refrained from crying. Again. 

“Twenty years…” Ricky croaked. “Twenty years, all I’ve wanted was to be you again. Innocent. Loved. In love. With my friends. Solving mysteries. Happy. And all I thought was how disappointed in me you’d be if you could see your future self as I am now: flawed. Selfish. Spiteful. Broken piece-of-shit.”

From behind him, Arthur barked a laugh. “Broken? We’re all broken, dude. Whether you’re stuck in here or not. If there’s one thing my friends have taught me, it’s just a matter of finding people whose broken pieces fit with yours.”

“You weren’t here to experience the things I did, Arthur.” Ricky said. “What if… what if I can’t do it? What if the curse gets me again? Or my own greed and other shit ruins this? What if I go back to being that way? And you’re stuck here like this forever?”

“I have it in good faith that you won’t.” His younger self said. 

“It’s more difficult to manipulate someone who’s aware they’re being manipulated than someone who doesn’t. That’s true whether you’re talking about a person or a curse.” Arthur shrugged. 

“Yep. That’s right! But because I know it’ll bring you comfort, I’ll tell you this too: look around at the others. Who do you see here? Or uh… who don’t you see here?”

Ricky took a deep breath and observed. Everyone tainted by the curse is supposed to be here. Brad and Judy were here. And other members of the Mystery Inc. gangs that came before them. And others who had been involved with the curse, involved with them . Like the former Mayor… and Ed… But absent was-

“The kids.” Ricky finally said. “Mystery Incorporated. The Mystery Skulls… and Cassidy. They aren’t here.” 

“Again: Ding-dong Daddy-o!” His younger self exclaimed, pointing a pair of finger guns at him. “Cassidy always had the strongest spirit of our whole gang. She was just too stubborn and too good for the curse to mess her up. As for the others, the bond between Shaggy and his friends is too powerful to be broken apart by any curse. Every time it tries to do to them as it did to us, they always figure it out and find their way back to each other. Similarly goes for the Mystery Skulls. The Mystery Skulls, especially . They have an understanding of the supernatural - even a bond with it - that’s rare among humankind. You want to make sure you never fall prey to this curse again? Stick with them.”

“Indeed.” Nova said, entering the doorway behind them. “This was the other reason we swapped all three of you: to put you, Ricky Owens, back where you belong. And to give you a chance to save yourself. Our time is beginning to grow short. So I must tell you the final reason we swapped you the way we did.” 

Nova led them back into the sitting room and they sat down on the black furniture to listen to her. 

“Ricky Owens,” she said, “As you know, back in your own body, you were in great danger - trapped in a situation from which you could not escape.” 

Ricky nodded, ashamed. 

“But although you lacked the abilities and allies to save yourself from those you once called friends, I knew there was another who did.” And with that, the cocker spaniel turned her head to stare directly at Arthur. It took a couple of seconds for it to click. 

“Me? ” Arthur cried. 

“Yes. You.” Said the man in red. 

“There’s no version of Ricky Owens that could ever hope to best Professor Pericles. Not yet , anyway. And definitely not alone.” Ricky’s better part looked down at Ricky with an expression of sadness and understanding. “Let’s face it: he’s known us since we were small - for almost as long as we can remember. There was even a time when he was our only friend. Our entire world. We told him everything, and he watched us grow up. Heck, Dad was hardly around after Mom died, so he practically raised us . He was so much older and smarter than we were… he watched over us, nurtured us, taught us. Most of the tricks, craftiness, and cunning we have, we learned from him. He knows us inside and out and knows exactly what to say to either lure us in, or completely destroy us. There’s not much we could come up with that could take him by surprise, we can’t outsmart him technologically, and we have like only one ally on the inside who we could both trust to not be bribed by Pericles and who has the skills to be of any help. But just her isn’t enough.”

“Arthur Kingsmen however, does possess those things.” Not-Nova explained. “Like you, Ricky Owens, he possesses cunning, intelligence, and patience. But with no history between him and Professor Pericles, the bird’s manipulations and predictions will be completely ineffective. To Pericles, he will be completely unpredictable - a wolf in sheep’s clothing. His intellect in many categories rivals that of his enemy, and he has a powerful set of friends to aid him. You two may not have had the opportunity to observe him and the other Mystery Skulls in action just yet, but I can assure you that Arthur is extremely intelligent, driven, and strong-willed. With quite the stubborn streak when it comes to those closest to him, might I add.” She said fondly. “Not to mention that he has an incredibly high tolerance for pain. Taking all of this and more into account, there may not be a soul in the entire world with as much chance of not only escaping, but also leaving his enemies in ruin on the way out.” Nova explained. 

The whole time the Annunaki spoke, singing Arthur’s praises, Arthur’s blush had become increasingly obvious. By the time she was done he was as red as a tomato. Arthur stammered for a moment, thinking it rude to tell the literal deity that she was mistaken and he wasn’t all that, before he finally stuttered out, “You r-really think so, huh?”

“I won’t doubt Arthur’s abilities.” Mr. E said. “The Mystery Skulls’ reputation speaks for itself. But there’s no way I’m allowing this. You’re saying- what? That we just throw him to the lions to deal with my shit? No way!” He protested, rising to his feet. 

“Like, yeah! That’s totally dangerous and like, it’s not fair to put that much pressure on Arthur!” Shaggy agreed with him. 

“Uh, guys?” 

“The kids already have a plan to get Arthur out. It’s risky, but doable. And we don’t have much other choice. It’s certainly better than what you’re suggesting!” 

“Like, yeah! And like you said, the Mystery Skulls are strong. At the very least we know what Vivi’s capable of. Like, Pericles won’t know what hit him!”

“I want to do it!”

Arthur had to raise his voice to get their attention, so Shaggy and Ricky were honestly startled by the sound of his voice. 

“Sorry for yelling.” Arthur said sheepishly. “I uh… I don’t think I’m quite as good as you seem to think I am, Ma’am. But you do make some good points. And something tells me you’re only going to switch us back when you decide it’s best to, anyway. So… yeah. I want to try.”

There was another pause, broken by Ricky’s rebuttal. 

“No. No way.” He said firmly. “Arthur, if you’re caught, you could be killed . Then I don’t know if you’ll be dead or I’ll be dead, but I don’t want either of us to be dead! And even if you aren’t found out, if you’re caught as me- or even if you so much as make him mad again, he could lock you up. He’ll torture you and he’ll enjoy it.” 

“Lewis will have my back. Trust me. I can’t explain how, but he will. When my friends reveal their secrets, you’ll understand. And if he hits me with the button again… I’ll be fine. I think it was only so bad the first time because I wasn’t expecting it and had never experienced it before. But looking back… I’ve been in far worse pain. Really . It’s not so bad.” Arthur realized what he’d just said and quickly backpedaled before he hurt Ricky’s feelings. “Wait- n-not that I’m saying you’re weak or anything! I’m not denying how painful it is or trying to undermine what you went through in any way, but… let’s just say pain and I are old friends. It’s like I told you guys, I’ve been in chronic pain for years since the accident. And the pain I felt the day I lost my arm was a lot worse than the pain from the cobra venom. So this is like… just- I can take it. I want to take it. I feel useless all the time , but if I can do this, then I want to. I need to do this, Ricky. I- I want to save you.” He said, with firm resolution.

“No.” Ricky said, glaring down at Arthur from where he stood. But Arthur wouldn’t be talked down. He stood, too. Looking Ricky stubbornly in the eye.

“Three days.” He said firmly. 

Ricky cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“Give me three days. I already have a few ideas. Tell me everything you know, give me information I can work with. And if I’m not back with you all in three days time - heck, starting now - then you guys can come in, guns blazing to get me out yourselves.”

Ricky pressed his lips together, then looked at Shaggy. 

“Like hey, don’t look at me, man. It’s your body and he’s stuck in it. So um. It’s really between you two. But like, if the inter-dimensional being thinks Arthur can do it, and Arthur wants to do it, then like… I really don’t have a valid argument for that. Sorry.” 

Ricky sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “Somehow I knew you were going to say that. Fine. I can’t come up with a good reason not to give you the opportunity. But I need to be sure you know what you’re getting into, Arthur. It’s going to take everything and more to beat Professor Pericles at his own game. Please , Arthur, be careful! And what do you expect us to tell your friends?”

“L-like, yeah.” Shaggy gulped. “I like, don’t know if you noticed. But Lewis has uh… quite the temper. And Vivi can be like… terrifying.” 

“Tell them I wanted to be brave, like Galaham.” 

Ricky cocked an eyebrow. “Uh. What?” 

“Galahad is my pet hamster’s name.” Arthur shrugged. “But we mostly call him Galaham. He’s really cute. He was born with a condition that left his lower half paralyzed, so one of my earliest prosthetic projects was making him a tiny set of wheels so he can zoom around. My friends will know there’s no reason you’d know that unless you actually talked to me.”

“Okay, like first of all, that’s adorable.” Shaggy said. “Second of all, like, what if your friends don’t allow it?” 

“Maybe they won’t. But I like to think they have faith in me, so I’m willing to bet they will.”

That was when there came a truly frightening sound: an echoing roar from some other distant part of the sitting room. 

“Oh, great. It got out.” Younger-Ricky gulped. 

“Like, hoh boy. What got out?” Shaggy asked shakily. 

“A threat that isn’t to be dealt with today.” Not-Nova said. And the three residents of the sitting room walked past Arthur, Shaggy, and Ricky to the doorway from whence they had come. 

Arthur looked after them, confused. “A threat?”

“A creature born of shame who has threatened this place for a long time, now.” The Annunaki said. “We have isolated this far corner of the Sitting Room so that you three may use this plane to converse and collaborate until the time comes when you don’t need it to do so.” 

“Time is short, trifecta.” The man in red said. 

“We’ll buy you as much time as we possibly can to collaborate. You need to tell Arthur absolutely anything and everything he could possibly use.” Ricky’s better half told him.”

“But what about you?” Ricky asked. 

“Help me by helping yourself. Live, never give up, put in the effort to amend your mistakes, and set us both free.” 

“For now, we have given you all the tools you need to succeed.” The Annunaki said. “From here, it’s up to you.”

And just like that, they were gone. And the three of them were alone once again. 

There was a moment of pause as the conversation sank in for the three of them, before Arthur turned to Ricky. “Alright, Mr. E. Let’s talk.” 

“I don’t even know where to begin.” Ricky said. 

“I already have a few ideas about how I can go about this. I’ll talk you through them, and you tell me whether or not they’ll work and what else I need to know as we go. But first: The other you mentioned that you have an ally on the inside. That’s something we can use. Who is it?” 

Ricky thought back for a moment. It had only been mentioned, so it took a second for Ricky to remember what Arthur was talking about. “I’m not sure.” Ricky said. “Any of my employees could- wait . Yes. I see! I know exactly who he was talking about.” 

“Well, who is it? Who’s your friend?” 

“She’s not exactly my friend. And when I was working with Pericles willingly I didn’t completely trust her because she’s betrayed us at least twice now. But we are still working together and if you can prove to her that you’re not me and that I’ve swapped sides, she could be the only person in all of Destroido who you can trust. Because when it counts, blackmail and monetary gain hasn’t exactly worked all that well in controlling her up until now. And I know for a fact she doesn’t like the Original Mystery Incorporated. But she’s close with Velma, which makes her an ally of the new Mystery Inc. Shaggy, I’m sure you may have worked out who I’m talking about by now.”

“Like, wait! You mean-”

“Yep. Her . Arthur, when you wake up, the first thing you need to do is arrange a meeting with a girl named Marcie Fleach. She’s also known as Hot Dog Water. ”

Their conversation from there seemed to last hours. But when Arthur groggily opened his eyes back in Mr. E’s body, back in Mr. E’s rooms, he found that hardly an hour had passed. That was good. He needed every second he could get. 

This time, when Arthur left Mr. E's rooms, he did so with Mr. E’s keytar around his neck and a sense of purpose . He supposed he shouldn’t feel so invigorated , given his situation. But he had a job to do, and people who were counting on him . And dammit, he wasn’t going to let them down!

Arthur approached Mr. E’s island of monitors with a bit of caution, mindful to look up for a certain parrot this time. But Pericles, Brad, and Judy were nowhere to be found. Perfect . 

The system was locked this time when Arthur tried to get in, but that was fine. After all, Mr. E himself had given Arthur detailed instructions of exactly how to get in and how to use it. Arthur had a lot to do, but he needed to be smart about it, he needed to do them in a certain order, and he needed to have patience. So he first pulled up the tabs about Cassidy, letting a reel of photos fade in and out in front of him. Then quickly, and in the tiniest window possible so prying eyes might not notice him do it, Arthur sent an email to Marcie Fleach, asking to meet with her in a certain hallway in a few hours’ time. As soon as the message was sent, Arthur closed the window and erased the history showing he’d opened it. Pericles would be able to uncover it if he tried, obviously. But a quick surface look at Mr. E’s history wouldn’t show it. Then Arthur sat back in Mr. E’s chair, keytar in hand, and began to play a slower version of a familiar song in a key Ricky had told him he favored - as solemn as a funeral march. And quietly, he began to sing. 

From the expression on his face and the tempo and key in which he played, an unknowing outsider would think he was mourning. But a mind reader would tell you that the man in the chair wasn’t dirging for Cassidy Williams. No - he was looking more at his own reflection than the images of Angel Dynamite. And his song was meant for another. 

“What if I could bring you back to life?

What if I could be your guiding light?

I would be your pathway

I won't let your spirit die…” 

༻˚⁺･⚉｡○✼༓☾⦾♫෴♡💛♡෴♫⦾☽༓✼○｡⚉･⁺˚༺

When Shaggy and Ricky came to, they found themselves lying on the ground where they’d fallen, with Mystery Incorporated and the Mystery Skulls gathered around them. 

“Hey guys! They’re waking up!” 

“See, Velma? We told ya.” 

“Are you okay, Shaggy?”

“And… Arthur?” 

Arthur’s body sat up. “Like, nope. Still Shaggy.” 

Shaggy’s body rolled over onto his back. “Sorry to disappoint you all, but this is still Mr. E.” Ricky reminded himself not to be hurt by the physical deflation that the entire circle of people experienced when they realized he was still there. 

“So then? What happened?” Lewis asked. 

“Well like, there’s good news and bad news…” 

The explanation that ensued took several minutes and went rather well, all things considered… Then they got to the part about Arthur’s plan. 

Lewis Pepper’s thundering boom echoed off of the hills and shook the trees, sending mutated birds scattering from their perches. 

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

This was yet another chapter I absolutely LOVED writing!!! :D My favorite part is Ricky's interactions with his younger self.

Chapters 1 through 10 of One of Us are currently posted on Archive of Our Own.

[lucy-shining-star]

So I keep mentioning of Scooby Doo and Reluctant Werewolf and it’s Dracula, how he is pretty acurate to book, and outright evil, not made for sympathy and now I decided to rewatch to fresh my meomory and talk about how Dracula is presented and maybe some of other things that will make me think of Dracula daily or fandom

So narrator’s first introduction to Dracula is calling him ‘World’s most evil menace’. Strong start 

Well so Dracula is boss of some monsters and one just freaking. Decided to go on retirement and wrote a postcard with ‘Glad you are not here’. 

Oh there is woman that I kind of assumed was Dracula’s wife when I was watching this when I was kid but know I think there might be nothing saying it at all. ...I mean I checked tv tropes and wiki and she is called ‘Dracula’s assistant so. ...Well it’s kind of weird what I assumed given something’s later. Oh also I don’t know if she is vampire or even a monster? She has like normal human skin

I was also kind of wondering if she was meant to be like vampire Mina or Lucy dunno like creators watched some adaptation and took her kinda from here and changed her? ...Although that was mostly to make some jokes later

Now there are playing to make new werewolf so making someone moster motive is here

‘It shows the one to became a werewolf’ Well that makes me think of all that ‘Jonathan is supernatural and Dracula/being around Dracula activated it’

Dracula’s assistant says ‘Mmm man he is cute’ at Shaggy’s picture when she is standing right next to Dracula and it’s not like I forgot about that when I was a kid I saw that woman swooning about another man openly and I still assumed she is Dracula’s wife. Anyway so about jokes I wanted to make is that if she is inspired by Mina or Lucy and is Dracula’s wife when she doesn’t show any signs of being attracted to him and swoon over food-loving, fast-running, brown haired guy with dogs. ...Oh and American. ...I don’t have anything to link him to John, sorry John :(

Dracula’s reaction ‘a cute werewolf. Blah’ hmm I must admit I don’t think that would be Dracula from reaction

‘If it fails it means unspeakable torture’ -Dracula

Hmmm. Shaggy is sceptic in this. Maybe he has something of John

Oh Shaggy is turned into werewolf (he doesn’t know that yey) and as he is escaping from Dracula henchmen shouting ‘monsters’ people are wanting to catch him shouting ‘monster’

Hmm assistant adressed Dracula as ‘Draccy, honey’ so maybe my assumptions weren’t wrong. Or ast least not baseless

When they are awake in Castle Dracula Shaggy think at first it’s a nightmare. Even when Googie (oh btw, Googie is Shaggy’s girlfriends, there is also Scrappy here. Neither Daphne, Fred or Velma are here) asks ‘all of us?’ he is like ‘it has to be’ 

Oh rest believed him it’s a dream. Or at least are willing to prove this theory ‘If it’s all a dream let wake up’. I don’t know why though Shaggy did a good job with turning monsters against each other by saying mean things and making monsters argue about which it isXD

Dracula says to gang they can leave just like that. They are surprised Dracula ‘Would I lie?’ All other monsters ‘Aaaa? Yeah! Sure!’ ...Hmm did what’s happening to Shaggy happen to any of them?

Shaggy and Scooby got tempted to stay by promise of food

Hmmm. That Dracula definitelty doesn’t sure book Dracula knowledge of how to cook for humans. That’s tough luck for Shaggy and Scooby

He didn’t let them go

Scrappy got the ‘go by window down the castle’ idea(with help of rope made of sheets). That castle is lower, or at least that tower is lower but it’s also surronded by water. And instead of wolves there is crocodile)or alligator)? Let’s not think to much about how they are in Europe. Maybe that Dracula also went to zoo to steal

Trap door leading to Dracula’s henchman telling them ‘I did request you do not try to escape’ 

They tried another hidden door and now ghost is chasing them and I dunno why they are so scared of ghost after seeing all of other monsters

They ended up on party

Hmm Scooby and Shaggy ate something and they liked it until Dracula said what it is but I didn’t understand what it is. Maybr that Dracula can cook after all...If it was he who prepared that

These witches likes dogs. Funny considering witches are associated with cats

Did Scrappy just kill mummy

Now they ended up in a trap room with wall full of spikes that is moving towards them. And Dracula is speaking from above

Dracula said if Shaggy agrees to do race he will change him back to human and send them all back to home

Dracula teleported to their room in morning at the cockrow

Hmm. That Dracula had to stay out of daylight but now he wears sunblock. Number ‘5022′ 

Oh again something tasty but suspicious cause it’s made of beans that grow in torture chamber. And makes who eat this howl. (...though it’s also werewolf and dogs that ate those cause Googie didn’t touch so I dunno if it would make everyone howl)

Gang want to test ride and Dracula didn’t allow to take werewolf car for that saying there are some changes made for Shaggy but did allow their own car after some hestitation. Later one henchmen asks if that was wise cause what if they try to escape but Dracula said they won’t if Shaggy want to turn him back to normal and that’s it’s also chance for some good rotten fun

Also now I’m wondering if they did escape before Dracula promised to turn Shaggy back to normal if he wins how would Shaggy live later? Would they even escape from people in Transylvania and would having two speaking dogs help in that situation? I doubt it 

Oh there are more crocodiles/alligators. That Dracula went to zoo more often

Scrappy called them ‘crooks’ so I guess crocodiles. Also Dracula just put their car on some tiny piece on land on this water intentionally

LMAO AT SCOOBY AND SCRAPPY JUST MAKING MARSHALLOWS IN DRAGON BREATH TUNNEL THAT DRACULA’S HENCHMAN MAKE HOTTER TO SCARE THEM

Oh they were later with it so it wasn’t that hot alright

...Did Dracula just call his henchman bimbos

Oh Dracula’s hechnman are named Crunchy and Brunchy. Probably was mentioned before but I forgot now gonna adress them like that

Dracula wants to make Shaggy not sleep

They didn’t manage to do anything to disturb Shaggy’s sleep yet he still is super tired? I thought maybe they decided to start race earlier but even if. Scooby, Scrappy and Googie don’t seem sleepy so idk

Peasants seems more tired than scared of Dracula though

Shaggy seems sleepy still maybe changing into werewolf cause him to be sleepy during day

Oh kiss from Goggie woke him up

I don’t know if Dracula made something for Shaggy’s car to work worse but he played himself if he did cause Shaggy just caused huge crash before race started cause he couldn’t control it

Oh there is a gun. I mean Dracula’s assistant or whoever that is to him anyway her name is Vanna Pira has a starting gun

Vanna Pira shot Dracula and it didn’t even really look like accident to be honestXD

Dracula wanted to shoot Crunchy and Brunchy but something happened with gun and he shot himself. Peasants cheered

Hmm. Dracula called Vanna Pira darling

‘That hunch bunch would break my heart. If I had one’ -Dracula

Oh there is spider here. Big spider

Vanna Pira called Shaggy ‘Cutie Pie’

Dracula causing Shaggy to get lost

Scrappy used pepper to save Shaggy and Scooby from monster

Oh there is train

Dracula got hit by train

Vanna Pira called Shaggy precious and said that he is so cute in his fur

Oh she wants to have fur herself

Dracula stole Shaggy’s engine

‘And now that he can’t win, Shaggy will a werewolf forever and under my power’

Shaggy did you really have to say it would be bad if anything happened to Googie and Scrappy. You gave Dracula an idea

‘The monster is not real’ ‘Yikes. Like are you sure the monster knows that?’ lmao

Hunch bunch kidnapped Googie and Scrappy so now Shaggy and Scooby are out of race going to rescue them

Vanna Pira is sad at perspecitve of Shaggy not being werewolf anymore

Shaggy won race and Dracula is denying to change him back 

He claims there isn’t a way

Vanna Pira says it’s not true and holds a book that can do it

Dracula took book from her Scooby stole book from him

There was a bit of taking book back-and-forth

They are escaping Dracula still trying to catch them

He destroyed his own transportation by one way in which he was trying to catch them

They landed on plane

Shaggy transformed back at home

Dracula is being chase by shark. I guess that Dracula can swim

[ilovelotsofthings]

This is a mess of a post written at 12 am but I liked the idea behind it.

It is about Reworking Velma/Writing a more "adult" show.

I am not planning on writing it nor am I an actual writer. This is for fun.

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So I like a lot of people don't like the new Velma show

(For pretty good reasons)

However I think there was some stuff from the 2 episodes that could be salvaged…

If really worked on

(Still going to pretend this is all 25 minute episodes for 10 episodes like Velma Season 1)

I am not doing like a full rewrite just bullet point thoughts

Also it isn't just Velma focused. I'm sorry 😞

Anyways,

Velma's mom. I think she could work especially if we keep Daphne adopted. A search for family along with solving murder mysteries 

Also, have Fred be adopted? 

I really liked Mystery Incorporated and Fred Sr. Him coming back as a character or a combo of Fred's previous dads could work. Just something to do with family to add to the girls stories

Have Fred not be an awful human. 

Velma can be sassy. She has been before and it has worked before. Being a straight up asshole has never worked.

Daphne is still her nice self but a bit of an asshole. Not a huge one. Just the friend who is a tiny bit mean to you.

Shaggy keeps his original personality. I am sorry to those who liked Norville but he is in no way shaggy in personality or even looks (Not the race. His hair is just not him). Have him be a bit sadder?

If Scooby cannot be here or mentioned just vaguely be like Shaggy's dog died 

Which is why Shaggy is sadder.

I am keeping Velma's race swaps. Kinda

Shaggy is biracial. That is the only race change.

They are still 15/16 but that is just because I feel like teens would work with my thoughts

As I started about. The goals of the gang.

I know murder is the through line but I think the first episode should just be an intro 

There should be mentions of Velma's mom leaving and Daphne being adopted.

Fred should find out later (episode 8,9,10?) that he is adopted. Hit the "Why didn't you tell me sooner"

Just introduce characters and their families.

Velma lives with her dad and his pregnant girlfriend (yes I am keeping her dumb butt). Velma likes her but she isn't her mom and she doesn't want her to replace her either.

Daphne is still adopted by a lesbian couple. I am changing their careers to Fashion designer and Science Teacher. Donna is the fashion designer and Linda the teacher.

Fred, as I said above, is raised by his (adopted) dad. With the dad being smashed with his previous incarnations' dads. So mediocre to a good dad. Business person?

Shaggy is raised by his mom and stepdad along with his younger half-sister Maggie. They are good parents. Mom works as a Chef while stepdad is a stay at home dad for Maggie.

Again, the first episode doesn't have to be so full. Families can get quick glimpses, easy since I am setting up the side journey of finding relatives or just a family side stories

Velma and Shaggy are friends. Have been for years now (since middle school). They carpool to school together.

Daphne and Fred are friends. Became friends freshman year.

Shaggy and Fred are friends. Like kindergarten friends who drifted apart but will still throw down for the other.

Daphne and Velma know of each other but aren't even friends. 

Same with Fred and Velma but a tad bit closer because of Shaggy.

Finally I will type a clearer :first episode:

Open with Velma marking of a calendar that says "Anniversary"

Show her getting ready and greeting her Dad and Sophie.

Insert a joke or something 

Have her walk a little way down to a neighbor's house and knock.

Just a quick hi from Shaggy's stepdad and Maggie before he calls for Shaggy 

Insert joke here or something 

Shaggy runs down and greets her and brings her to a van and show them backing up

Should only be about 5 minutes.

Switch to Daphne being dropped off at school by her moms.

Just the quick byes I love yous. One of the moms makes a bad joke.

Daphne shakes her head while smiling and turns to walk to Fred and asks how is it going and he says "fine, dad just didn't do our normal first day of school breakfast:

Daphne says that sucks.

Show in the background Velma and Shaggy arriving

The bell rings and everyone heads to class

Have some dumb joke be said by someone that isn't a main character. Make it foreshadowing to their death?

We are about half way through this episode so it should skip to lunch time.

Have some chatter about the previous class. Whatever it was.

We should follow Fred around when Shaggy runs up (Velma following behind) and asks if he heard the news

Fred says No and Shaggy shows him his phone with a News report. Some girl (One of Daphne's friends) is missing. Lots of blood was found, possibly dead, etc

Fred immediately asks if anyone told Daphne and both just kinda mention they aren't close to her. So he drags them with him to Daphne's lunch table with her other girl friends.

[15-18 minutes through?]

Everyone starts talking about it in worry and terror because who knows at this point who is doing it.

Have the bell ring to have them leave lunch to head to class

Show some worry on the characters' faces before Daphne says they should ditch to go look. Fred is on board, Velma took some convincing as "real person" missing, and Shaggy only agreed because Velma and Fred are his friends.

Have them bolt out of the school and begin looking around secluded spots near the school.

Have them lightly joking so they feel less anxious when…

They find her body.

End on scream 

Next episode can just be them telling the police, another goes missing, police are bad at their jobs, the gang becomes the Gang™.

Also throughout the entire season there should be mentions of the family side story. You know, because I hope people will care enough ← Says a company making this show so a 2nd season could happen

Anyways this whole mess was for fun so don't take it too seriously.

××××

I do have some more thoughts and I may just immediately overhaul this.

Like pretend there are longer episodes so I can keep the snail's pace.

I really like the idea of exploring family with these characters.

(Also may have Scooby actually be here. It just feels weird he isn't)

Also a murder mystery can still be there

(BTW I have many thoughts on their families and the dynamics. Probably a separate post at some point)

[the-letter-horror-lover]

BOND

aya MASO

Summary:

Is that dream? Or is Ciel's experience only limited to severe Dja Vu as Alois said?

Notes:

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and it's character belongs to Toboso Yana. I do not take any profit.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: It's like Dèja Vu

Chapter Text

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Here I am, stranded in a strange and unfamiliar place.... Surrounded by people who call them 'Union Leaders'.

Sometimes when I go about my activities, suddenly everything disappears...

And I'm back to my normal life.

When I say this to my friends, they just say that I got Dèja Vu...

Maybe it's true, but everything I went through seemed to have really happened, and the bruises I got from 'there' still linger on my body...

How could it be is this Dja Vu?!

There must be something unrealistic connecting me and that 'world'... And I'm sure of it!?

And it happened again to me, like today...

During lunch break--

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NORMAL POV

A young boy with a small body, big eyes and dark blue color, which is shaded by thick and thick eyelashes, gray hair and thin reddish lips, walking with light steps towards the school canteen which is located behind the school. This young man named Ciel Phantomhive, a 16 year old teenager who can be said to be very cute and sweet among teenage boys his age.

“Ciel Phantomhive! Hey, Ciel!?” someone shouted his name in the corner of the cafeteria. Ciel turned his head and saw a young man who was two years his senior waving at him. The young man had dark brown hair that was cut into a messy shaggy, pale skin, gray eyes, and thin build.

“Oh, senior Robert, what's wrong?” asked Ciel who was now standing in front of the young man whose full name was Robert Villain. While the one who was asked just showed his special grin towards the 'beautiful' teenager in front of him.

Robert patted the empty seat next to him, signaling Ciel to sit beside him. A moment later, Ciel had sat his bottom on the hard wooden chair.

"What's wrong seniors?" asked Ciel once more. Robert turned and handed several DVDs in front of Ciel. Ciel's brows furrowed faintly.

'What does it mean? DVD—' Ciel thought to himself. But her tiny hands grabbed some DVDs from Robert's hands which had been hanging in the air.

"What is this?" asked Ciel who had begun to be overcome by his curiosity. Robert chuckled softly, then he replied "Keep my promise back then, Ciel."

"Huh? Promise? What promise?" Ciel was even more confused thanks to the unsatisfactory answer that came out of his senior's pale lips. He then folded his arms in front of his chest and stared intently at the young man in front of him, as if looking for an answer between the two pairs of gray-sliced ​​eyes. But, nothing. He didn't find any answer.

"Haha... well I'll tell you about my promise to you," he continued, then accompanied by a crisp laugh.

"Good, tell me quickly so I don't die of curiosity senior Robert," said Ciel.

Robert gave a small smile. "Okay Ciel, don't you remember about the band I told you about?" he asked. Ciel nodded slowly. In his heart he cursed himself who was given a memory that could be considered quite weak even though he was actually the type of person who would throw UNNECESSED AND USEFUL MEMORIES FROM BRAIN MEMORIES –it was still his habit until this moment—

"Hfffttt... a band called Sinful Butterfly (1) Ciel," Robert said patiently while shaking his head which caused his earthy brown hair to sway.

"Ah! That band!!” Ciel patted his forehead lightly. Robert nodded.

“Well, the DVD that I gave you is a DVD that collects 2 albums from Sinful Butterfly, their daily activities, and their preparation before the concert. This is all I give you, because a few days ago you asked me with a pitiful face, "explained Robert at length.

Ciel looked away. Still feeling hurt because Robert taunted him with the word WONDERFUL.

"Okay, thank you very much senior Robert and get a girlfriend quickly—" Ciel stood up then walked away while humming leaving Robert who was covered in black aura.

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CIEL'S POV

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I flipped through the DVD that senior Robert had given me. The DVD cover is great, at least that's what I think.

I was stunned when I saw one of the song titles from this band. Dendalion— (2) like a familiar name to me. But, I still don't know what it means.

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Dendalion—

A promise that brings you to death

Binds you until you can't move....

Dendalion— A

promise is a spell you can't take back

No matter how hard you try

It's all in vain

Dendalion—

Red blood dripping on the petals of the edelweiss flower.. Has stained the

flower's white color

Dendalion— An

eternal vow wrapped in regret

That will continue to haunt you...

Dendalion—

A terrible curse word

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"Hey kid! What are you doing there?!” someone with very small, slanted eyes shouted at me furiously. I gasped, then looked left and right. Surprised to find me sitting in a corridor that is quite large and wide. Don't forget to wear ivory white clothes and pants with earth brown color. And it's definitely not my clothes.

"Hey!" The person then walked towards me with wide strides. I was stunned.

"You're talking to me?" I asked, a moment later I cursed myself for asking him like a fool.

The man frowned in confusion, then hit my head with the broom handle—which came from nowhere—it was hard. I groaned and held my head which was starting to throb. Unlucky. Search for this guy.

“Of course I'm talking to you, stupid boy! Now hurry up and change into something more appropriate and come to the Assembly Hall! The Guild Leaders have been waiting for you," he said. I nodded slowly then froze in place.

'Union Leader? Could it be that I am in this strange 'world' again? God—' I thought.

“Hurry up or I will hit you again!” he shouted again. I hastily walked away from him. My brain is spinning very fast. Suddenly my body hit someone. I looked up and found a woman with a beautiful and beautiful face looking at me gently. His skin was white as pale as marble. Her silver hair flowed freely down her back to her hips. Her eyes were silvery irises with silver-colored eyelashes that framed her beautiful eyeballs. Her lips are thin with a peach-colored lipstick that makes her like a princess from a fairy tale.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a voice as sweet as a harp. I stuttered then nodded slowly.

"Looks like you're new here, then let me show you," he offered—friendly. I followed his every step so soft.

"If I may ask, what is your name?" he asked softly.

“I am Ciel Phantomhive. Just call me Ciel," I replied.

“Nice to meet you, Ciel. I'm Ivvy Hacvlav, please call me Ivvy," he replied without looking back.

“Um… if I may ask, where am I now? I've been in this world many times, but never this long…” I asked.

“This is Scirronyverinne, Ciel. You are in a world that is a barrier between the human and demon worlds,” he explained.

what sciron? Why is his name so hard to remember?

But wait! Devil-? The limiting world? What is this! Is this some kind of April Fool's Day joke? If so, it's really not funny anymore!

Ivvy caught the confused expression on my face. His slender fingers were now stroking each strand of my gray hair gently. My eyes are perfectly rounded, my cheeks are more or less red because of his actions.

"Ah! I almost forgot Ciel, you said you've been here many times didn't you?” he said. I lazily nodded.

“You know the reason why you've been in this place so many times, Ciel?” he asked in a mysterious tone. I gulped and said yes.

"You'll find out later Ciel," he added. Suddenly his steps stopped at a two-leaf gold Mahogany door which was approximately 3 meters high. He slowly pushed the door open, a dazzling light burst from inside the room behind the door.

"Please come in Ciel," he said. I obeyed his words then walked into the room.

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END of CIEL’S POV

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Ciel had already left the room with a different appearance. Now he was wearing a white tuxedo wrapped in a golden robe whose length swept across the tiled floor that he was now on. Her tiny fingers were wrapped in silk gloves that matched the color of her tuxedo.

"Does this look weird on me, Ivvy?" Ciel asked Ivvy who was standing just a few meters in front of him. Ivy shook her head slowly.

"No, it suits you very well," he said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks for the compliment, Ivvy,” Ciel replied. Ivvy then turned around and walked rather quickly. Ciel jogged to keep up with Ivvy's footsteps.

"Where are we going?" asked Ciel.

“To the Assembly Hall, Ciel,” Ivvy replied without taking his eyes off her. I don't know how long Ivvy and Ciel had been walking in this majestic corridor that didn't even show its end. From time to time Ciel wiped the sweat from his forehead slowly.

“Is the Assembly Hall far away, Ivvy?” asked Ciel who was still wiping his sweat. Ivvy turned and was surprised to find Ciel who was already panting and was now leaning his body against the brick red wall.

"You're not strong enough to walk far, are you? Even though we've only been walking for 5 minutes,” Ivvy said while rubbing Ciel's back gently. "Hah? 5 minutes? For me, we've walked for more than 2 hours,” complained Ciel to which Ivvy responded with a gentle smile.

"We just turn right Ciel," said Ivvy trying to calm Ciel.

“Hah, alright...” Ciel answered then stood up and walked after Ivvy who had already walked ahead of him. There was a turn in front, then Ivvy turned Ciel still following him from behind. And they came to a large two-leafed door that was almost 5 meters high and was black in color. To the left of the door was an emblem with strange inscriptions and intricate carvings on the edges.

Ciel furrowed his brows. He couldn't guess the meaning of the writing, it didn't seem like human language. Because he had never found writings like this anywhere in the world.

"This writing is written in Bbningcvers and Quantestao, Ciel, and the meaning of the text is the Assembly Hall of Guild Leaders," explained Ivvy who caught the confused look on Ciel's sweet face.

Ciel scratched the nape of his neck that didn't itch. There was something that tickled his heart, about those Guild Leaders, but he didn't dare say it. He was too shy and scared.

"Come in Ciel," Ivvy coaxed. Ciel nodded then pushed open the large door slowly, causing a small creak from the hinges of the rarely greased door. Inside the white-painted room, there were 7 people wearing oversized robes, each sitting around a table made of rubies and emeralds, their eyes were now on Ciel who was standing in the doorway.

One of them said something in a language Ciel didn't understand. They said while pointing at Ciel. And Ciel was uncomfortable with that.

"Quet eva vien des mennerounghre A tte mon va—" one of those wearing glasses with silver frames said with an unfriendly expression.

“Ves del a vanmprro neits que minglha!” this time a well-built man with brick red hair stood up and pounded the table. Ciel stepped back.

"Doninghre a mennerounghre A mon otherts," the moss-green eyed man told everyone not to argue. The others were silent and sat quietly. Ciel's heart was furious. He stepped back step by step.

"Calm down Phantomhive. Well, can you come over here?" the man asked. Ciel stuttered, then turned around and nodded slowly.

The man then stood up and shifted a chair made of Diamonds and Sapphiere then told Ciel to sit down. "Have a seat, Phantomhive," he said kindly. A faint smile formed at the corners of his lips, making him look like a sculpted statue of the maestro, Michael Angelo—only he had a soul. Her long, golden hair framed her beautiful face.

Ciel sat up in a huff. Now he was being watched by seven pairs of eyes staring at him as if interrogating an inmate at a court. Cold sweat continued to drip from his forehead.

“Alright, let's first get acquainted with Ciel Phantomhive. My name is Ivan Van Troopheringh, I am the Supreme Leader of the guild in Scirronyverinne,” the man named Ivan introduced himself to Ciel. Ciel smiled awkwardly.

“I'm Baron Scluthesvy, just call me Baron. I come from the valley of immortality, southeast of the city of Scirronyverinne,” the darker-skinned and short-haired man called the Baron introduced himself.

“Hmm— You can call me Ilvinne, but my full name is Ilvinne de Marchropst. I am an advisor to Queen Vhinx of Assertzlha. Nice to meet you Phantomhive,” this time the man with grayish blue hair who spoke in a friendly manner. Possible.

“I'm Rone Xenghliusz,” the brick red haired man introduced himself without taking his piercing eyes away from Ciel.

“Ciel Phantomhive, introduce me to Mivette Rosevert del Marionette,” a woman with long brown hair—even touching the floor made of blue crystals—smiles sweetly. She was the only woman in the Guild Leader.

"I'm Irish Cooper. Just call me Irish," the man with dark blue hair introduced himself while taking a sip of his cigarette. She is very sweet and beautiful for a man like her.

"I'm Albert Mookeliquexz, nice to meet Phantomhive," and lastly the tall, skinny man shook Ciel's hand briefly. Ciel looked down. "Your hands are too soft for the hands of a Phantomhive boy," Albert laughed crisply without knowing Ciel's face was already reddened with embarrassment. Yeah, he's embarrassed you know that right?

“A-ah, yeah… I-I guess…” Ciel responded to Albert's joke just now with a blush that adorned his cheeks that were soft like china silk.

“Phantomhive, do you know the reason you were summoned to this Hall? And the reason you're constantly in this world, but then disappears and it's as if all that's happened to you is Dja Vu?” Ivan asked with his beautiful face reflecting the beautiful gleam of Ruby from the table.

'How could he—' Ciel thought, wondering. In the end he nodded slowly.

“You are a special child, Phantomhive. You are a child born on the night of the Full Moon during the bloody tragedy in the Weizminhtonh Valley 1000 years ago,” explained Mivette with a graceful smile still plastered on her beautiful face.

"Eh? I-me? Then what has I got to do with the war in the Valley?” Ciel asked with a slightly scared face.

“The prophecy says that someday there will be someone who will wipe out the Demon Nation from the face of the earth, and that person is the person who was born on the night of the Full Moon when the bloody tragedy of the Weizminhtonh Valley occurred. And the person referred to in the prophecy is you, Ciel Phantomhive,” Ilvinne explained with a meaningful smile.

"B-but I was born on December 14th, and about the Full Moon you told me it's true, I was born on a Full Moon night," Ciel protested, indicating his displeasure at the joke the 7 people were making to him.

“Yes, and it coincided with the bloody tragedy of Weizminhtonh Phantomhive Valley,” Rone chuckled softly. He smiled scornfully.

"And one more thing, the blood that flows in your body is not ordinary blood," he paused for a moment before continuing. “That blood can allow the inhabitants of the Demon World and Scironyverinne to live eternally and have power over the Angels in the heavens and the earth if one of the two worlds gets you. Plus, you will become a weapon of mass destruction if you fall into the wrong hands, Phantomhive,” explained the Baron as he stared at Ciel intently. Ciel got goosebumps.

“And if that were to happen, then the human world and the Scirronyverinne would perish and disappear, leaving no trace behind. Therefore, if you can control your power well, you can live for years in the Scirronyverinne and return to the human world without anyone knowing that you have been gone for years,” Albert added.

“That's why Phantomhive, all of us here need you. And we also have a teacher who will teach you how to control your extraordinary powers," Irish said as he occasionally took a sip of his cigarette.

"So... that's the reason?" asked Ciel. Everyone in the room nodded in unison.

"How, do you agree?" this time they asked again. Ciel turned his face away, looking thoughtful.

Before he could answer the questions of the 7 Guild Leaders. He had returned to his normal world. Sitting in the cafeteria holding the Sinful Butterfly band DVD. He no longer wore the tuxedo and his big troublesome-looking robe and was no longer sitting in the Assembly Hall accompanied by 7 people who said they were 'Union Leader' Scirrony—I don't know what it was called. Ciel was able to breathe a sigh of relief. At least, that's what he thought.

'All of that, feels like Dèja Vu only more lively and real to me' thought Ciel.

"Why you Ciel?" asked Alois, worried.

"I was sitting in that room. The 7 people sat around a table made of rubies and emeralds. The floor is made of sky blue crystal, Alois… You believe what I just said, right?” Ciel started babbling incoherently.

“Ciel, you were just a dream, you had a really bad Dja Vu,” Alois commented, briefly patting Ciel on the shoulder.

Is that dream? Or is Ciel only experiencing severe Dèja Vu as Alois said?

I don't know— everything was still so hazy and hazy in Ciel's shadow. Like a thin mist that falls when the rain has stopped. Thin... and foggy.

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To Be Continue—

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Chapter 2: Bloody Night 1

Summary:

It's very strange, if the one who caresses and kisses you is a man you don't know, right?

Notes:

Kuroshitsuji belong to Toboso Yana. I do not take any profit of it.

Chapter Text

NORMAL POV

07.20 p.m. In Angelina’s House

"Ciel! Come on down and have dinner, I've prepared your favorite sushii," a woman's scream echoed in the two-story house. The woman had irises as red as blood. Her hair is short and red, as well as her lips which are polished with dark red lipstick.

Meanwhile, Ciel did not heed the call of the woman, or as Angelina Burnett is usually called. She remained curled up in her thick, warm blanket. Earphones were attached to the gray-haired youth's ears. Every now and then he nodded his head, enjoying the music that flowed from the earphones that entered his senses of hearing.

Angelina was furious, her call still did not get a response from her beloved niece. As a result he immediately trotted to Ciel's room which was located on the second floor. And knocked on the door.

Ciel remained unmoved. The sound of music that began to dominate his mind made him fall asleep. Her rosy lips began to sing each line and verse of the song Beautiful Moon sung by Sinful Butterfly.

Look at the sky, dear

The moon is shining brightly...

They are shine just for you...

You know, I can’t say ‘I Love You’

Faintly, Ciel caught someone's deep yet subtle voice. The sound seemed to produce its own waves in Ciel's brain. The voice seemed to anesthetize him in the dark, starless night sky.

Slowly, but Ciel wasn't so sure. He saw a man with jet black hair, as dark as night. Her hair gently waved in the wind. His skin was pale white—like a vampire. His eyes were bright red like lava. His face was handsome—more handsome than the average human. His body is towering and athletic. The man smiled gently at Ciel. Ciel felt his face starting to heat up now.

Then he pulled out the earphones that had been perched sweetly in his ears forcibly. He grunted in annoyance. Her tiny lips pursed. And that seemed to make him even cuter and... sweeter.

“CIEL PHANTOMIVE! OPEN YOUR ROOM DOOR OR I WILL BREAK IT UP!” Angelina shouted at Ciel in her fierce voice—like a hungry lioness. Ciel gulped. He thought he had made his aunt so angry that she screamed like that.

Hastily, Ciel got off the top of his comfortable bed. Then walked towards the door, turning the doorknob slowly. And a punch landed on Ciel's head.

"Ouch! Why did auntie hit me on the head?” asked Ciel with an innocent face. Angelina gave her death glare before she walked away leaving Ciel still clutching his throbbing head.

“Sigh, this auntie,” Ciel grumbled as he descended the stairs.

Ciel shifted the chair and sat his ass on the soft chair. He took a piece of sushii and dipped it in the soy sauce, before swallowing the nori-covered food in his mouth and chewing it slowly.

“How was your school, Ciel?” asked Angelina who had come out of the kitchen with a few pieces of yakiniku and a small plate of wasabi in her hand. Ciel swallowed his sushii then said "Hmm...as usual, nothing special aunty,"

Angelina sighed softly. "Auntie hopes you'll have a girlfriend and bring her in front of her," said Angelina. Ciel's navy blue eyes widened, he coughed. Seems to be choking on Angelina's words just now.

“Cough! This aunt, I have no intention of looking for a boyfriend," Ciel responded to Angelina's words just now with a reddened face. Angelina smiled faintly. He placed the yakiniku and wasabi on the table and took a seat across from Ciel.

Ciel grabbed a piece of yakiniku with his black chopsticks, then dipped the roast in the gari. And put it in his mouth. Chew it slowly and swallow it.

"Auntie just changed professions to become a Japanese chef," Ciel said as he took two pieces of yakiniku. Angelina blinked. Then smirked.

"Why did you suddenly tell aunt to change Ciel's profession?" asked Angelina who was a little confused by her nephew's words. Ciel shrugged his shoulders.

"There's no special reason aunty, it's just... Auntie's cooking is really good," said Ciel. Angelina blushed at her nephew's words just now.

"Come on, quickly finish your food," he said with a smile. Ciel nodded and quickened his chewing.

And that night, he spent chatting and joking with Angelina. The aunt he loved very much.

~XxX~

Morning, In Midwick Senior High School

CIEL POV

I walked down the corridor to the park located behind my school. My hands are holding two books that will accompany me when I'm alone in the park. Yes, I really like being alone in the park. Every break, I always make time to come here. Whether reading a book, listening to music or just relaxing because of the lessons that make my brain tired.

But not this time, I want to draw the face of the man who suddenly appeared in my imagination that night. My mother, Rachel Phantomhive, had an extraordinary talent for painting. And that talent passed down to me. I'm a little proud of it.

So, I found a comfortable place and started scribbling a pencil on a blank sheet of paper. I tried to remember his face while still scratching the tip of my pencil on the sketch book.

All I can really remember is the color of his red eyes—as red as the sky at dawn. And her beautiful face framed by her dark black hair. I don't know for sure but what is clear, he is really handsome. Like an angel but as cruel and cold as a devil.

I can't believe there is a human being so perfect as that man. When I got the image, his red eyes met my dark blue eyes. I was like being sucked in a dark and deep dimensional pit.

Suddenly a beautiful black butterfly flew around me. I was stunned and then tried to touch the unique butterfly with my pale hand. However, the butterflies became numerous all of a sudden, forming a shape resembling the shape of a human body. Close to each other and finally formed perfect. I rolled my eyes. Can't believe it.

Now standing in front of me is the person I was drawing. The man was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, revealing his slender but muscular arms. The black jeans were perfectly attached to his long legs, the pants were full of pockets and zippers that weren't all closed, on his right thigh a black cloth was wrapped around his calf. Both legs wear boots which are again metallic black with golden patterns on the edges. One of his pale hands was wrapped in a black glove that did not cover his long, thin fingers.

He was standing not far from me. His body towered with red eyes framed by long, curly black eyelashes. Half of her face was covered by her black hair that hung down. His red lips curled into a mysterious smile.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and continued to trace every line of her very beautiful face. I just realized that the black butterfly had disappeared, and changed into this beautiful and handsome creature.

"N... who are you?" I ventured to ask after looking at him for so long. He didn't answer my question but smiled instead.

"Why are you here?" I asked again. Again, he smiled. I clicked my tongue. And go back to the work I was doing.

"You," he finally spoke. Oh good.

"Hmm?" I asked without taking my eyes off the sketchbook. A moment later he was sitting next to me. I flinched. I felt him keep staring at me and my movements. Honestly, I don't like being looked at with such intense intensity.

The corner of my eye caught the movement of his hand. Before I could react, his strong hands had already imprisoned me, my eyes were perfectly rounded. I could see his long, thin fingers reaching out to touch my cheek.

My heart is beating very fast. My breath catches, my face must be red by now. I can confirm that.

Now, he has grabbed my chin and brought his face close to mine. I close my eyes. A second later, our lips met.

He kissed me very gently, I unconsciously kissed him back. Enjoying his soft lips—like an addiction in itself for me. Our kiss is getting hotter and hotter.

Every now and then he licks my lips, making me let out a muffled sigh. His hands gripped my waist tightly, bringing my body which was actually smaller than him into a warm embrace. And without realizing it, now he was kissing and licking my neck. He kissed and sucked the skin of my neck, leaving a red spot there.

I gripped his shirt tightly while biting my lower lip. He stopped and tilted his head towards my face with a mysterious and perverted grin plastered on his handsome face.

"S-stop..." I said in a very small and low voice. I did not dare to look into her beautiful eyes but kept a million mysteries.

He ignored my request just now, and kept doing what he was doing—licking and kissing my neck.

It's very strange, if the one who caresses and kisses you is a man you don't know, right?

I let go of his arms from my body, taking the distance between us and taking as much air as possible. I looked at him, angry, confused, annoyed, and... embarrassed. Everything mixed into one.

"Why did you do that?" I hissed. He glanced at me briefly, without giving any answer.

I glared at him. I want to punch that beautiful marble-like face. And took back my first kiss that had been stolen by him. He caught the look on my face that was half pissed off at him. But, he did not give a reason why he kissed me earlier. I swallowed all my nagging.

"Why?" he asked flatly, almost expressionless. He asked the stupid question with a very flat face. Damn it. He should have known that I was being irritated because of his impudent behavior just now.

"..." Not answering his question, I again scratched my pencil on the scribbled paper. Silence. The man in black next to me just silently watched me, not at all intending to apologize for his behavior. I was about to throw my fist into his face before he spoke.

"I'm Sebastian Michaelis. My full name is Sebastian Lucifer Alexander Michaelis, but you can call me Sebastian… Ciel Phantomhive,” he explained.

I was stunned, how did he know my name? I didn't even tell him.

"You're surprised, because I can know your name?" he asked as if he knew what I was thinking.

I nodded and looked at him. Waiting for an answer to come out of her red lips. But I don't think I'll get that answer, because as soon as I blinked... I was already in the Assembly Hall and wearing that fancy tuxedo.

"Hmm, back to this place," the man stood beside me while looking around.

Uh? So, he can come here...?!

END of CIEL’S POV

~XxX~

NORMAL POV

Sebastian stared at the whitewashed room flatly, while Ciel stared at Sebastian in disbelief. He didn't know that anyone other than himself could come to that place.

"Long time no see, Lucifer," Ivan was the first to greet Sebastian.

"Hm," Sebastian replied nonchalantly.

The Baron chuckled softly, then said “How did a devil like you come back here again?”

"Just ask this kid," he replied coldly. Ciel stuttered, then glared at Sebastian. All he stared at was coldly staring back at him.

“I didn't bring this person! I also don't know why this person is here!” Ciel protested while pointing at Sebastian's face. There was a moment of silence. “And again, why did the Baron say he was a Devil?” he asked then.

“Because he is a Devil,” Mivette replied with one hand supporting her chin.

"Eh?"

“That's right, he's a Devil from the Sinful Butterfly caste… the highest caste in the Demon nation,” explained Rone without taking her eyes off Ciel.

“Sinful Butterfly? That's… like the name of a band… ah, yeah! That's the name of a band that's on the rise in London!” cried Ciel.

"Yes indeed, and I'm the vocalist of the band," said Sebastian.

"Ha? S-so, all the members of that band… Devils?” Ciel asked, his face starting to look pale.

"No, the only devil in the band was me," Sebastian answered simply.

"Well, Michaelis-san should sit down first, we'll explain the matter to Phantomhive," said Albert while taking a chair made of Topaz and Amber.

Sebastian took a seat between Ciel and Ivan. His red eyes focused on the Ruby and Emerald table. Everyone in the room communicated with each other through their gazes. Except, Sebastian and Ciel were busy with their own thoughts.

“Phantomhive,” Ilvinne patted Ciel's shoulder lightly. Ciel stuttered then turned to Ilvinne.

"E-uh... what's wrong?" he asked, awkwardly.

"You are okay?" Ilvinne asked again. Ciel nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, quietly.

Ivan cleared his throat, everyone in the room didn't make any sound. "Well, now I'll explain everything to Phantomhive," he said calmly.

"Explain quickly, because I'm not the patient type Ivan," said Ciel impatiently.

"Well. Phantomhive, did you know that you have the ability inherited from your mother?” he asked. Ciel nodded slowly.

“Your mother, Rachel Phantomhive is a noble from the Land of Assertzlha. He has psychic abilities in addition to his ability to read other people's minds. Besides, your father, Lord Vincent Phantomhive is a King of a great empire that exists in the Rezvronth Dimension, he has the ability to teleport with just a wink. All their privileges passed down to you, Phantomhive. That's why you can move here quickly and can see the shadow of Lucifer's face by accident,” he explained without realizing Ciel's face had turned red. Sebastian gave a mysterious smile.

“And as for Lucifer, he's a demon who got our exception. Supposedly, he was a being that we had to exterminate, but he rebelled against his own people and chose to fight alongside us. Even so, we must remain vigilant, after all he is still a devil who can turn around at any time to attack us," added Irish who had lit his cigarette.

"Where are my father and mother now?" asked Ciel with teary eyes.

Everyone in the room was shocked when they saw Ciel's expression, including Sebastian. Ciel sobbed, crystal clear beads falling down his white cheeks.

“Calm down Phantomhive, your parents are still alive and in good health. Now they are in Moyveniree, a remote town in Scirronyverinne,” Mivette hugged Ciel's frail body, trying to calm him down.

"They deliberately left you, so that your existence would not be detected too much by the Devils in the human world," explained Ivan. Silence. "But, from the news that I recently received, some of them already know your whereabouts." he continued.

“Those devils will definitely harm those around you, Phantomhive. Moreover, tonight is the night of the Red Moon...” The Baron added. His expression looked uncomfortable. His facial muscles were stiff and tense.

“Night… Red Moon?” Ciel asked, confused.

“Yes, the night of the Red Moon is the night where the Devils from the lowest to the highest levels search for the souls of weak humans and that night, special-blooded humans become the main 'reward' of the hunt for human souls. Not to mention, that night the refinement of the Demon nation's black magic took place,” explained Ilvinne.

Ciel swallowed hard. He could not imagine, that he would be the main 'reward' of the terrible hunt that would be carried out by the Demon nation.

“But, you don't have to worry, Phantomhive… we've already sent someone who will take care of you in the human world,” Rone said without taking her deadly gaze from Ciel. Ciel felt something stuck in his throat at this moment.

“N-don't bother… I can take care of myself,” Ciel refused gently.

"He's come all the way, Phantomhive~ please accept our kindness~," Irish said with a wink. Ciel got goosebumps.

Suddenly, the door of the Assembly Hall opened wide. In the doorway, stood a young man with disheveled pale blond hair, slanted eyes and light gray eyes, holding a shiny black sword with a human skull engraved on the tip.

Sebastian's ruby ​​red orb went wide as soon as he found out who it was. "You..." he hissed.

“Matt Viszhornt, you have arrived. We've been waiting for you.” Ivan stood up and walked over to Matt. His long robe swept across the blue crystal floor, following his slender footsteps.

"It is a great honor for me to undertake this important task, Sir Ivan." Matt bowed his head, saluting Ivan.

"You don't have to go overboard like that, Matt." said Ivan with a small smile.

"I should pay my respects to you. You are the supreme leader of all the guilds in Scirronyverinne, while I... I am just a Black Assassin which means, I am your subordinate, "explained Matt.

"Alright, you won. Well, the person you have to look after is there," Ivan replied while pointing at Ciel.

Matt rushed over to Ciel who was sitting rooted to his spot. After arriving in front of Ciel, he knelt down and took Ciel's hand then kissed the back of his hand. Ciel's blue eyes rounded perfectly along with the pink hue that graced his cheeks.

"Nice to meet you, Lady Ciel Phantomhive," Matt said softly. Ciel gasped at the word 'Lady' that just slipped from Matt's pale lips. The guild masters tried to hold back their laughter, while Sebastian gritted his teeth, holding back the anger that was coming out of nowhere. Jealous. Possible.

“Err— I-I'm a boy, not a girl...” Ciel corrected, a tinge of red still on his cheeks.

"Ah! S-pardon my impudence, Sir Phantomhive! I deserve to be punished for my mistake this time!” Matt exclaimed in embarrassment as he took his distance and bowed. He repeatedly apologized to Ciel.

"Ah, I have no right to punish you for what you've done earlier, after all you don't know I'm a man, do you?"

Matt nodded — embarrassed. Ivan burst out laughing followed by everyone else in the room—minus Ciel and Sebastian. It turns out that a Black Assassins who are known to be cold and serious can be embarrassed and embarrassed in front of a sweet young man like Ciel.

“Okay, now you and Lucifer will be tasked with protecting and guarding the Phantomhive from the attacks of the Devils who will attack on the night of the Red Moon. You understand?" Ivan asked. Sebastian and Matt nodded at the same time.

~XxX~

7.20 p.m. In Central Park London

~XxX~

Ciel, Sebastian, and Matt are already at City Park. The lights are twinkling, making the scenery in the City Park very beautiful at night. Coupled with the night sky that is only lit by moonlight, it makes people feel at home for long in the City Park.

“Matt, keep an eye on the surroundings, I will keep an eye on Ciel. And let me know if you see anything suspicious, understand?” Sebastian said without taking his eyes off Ciel who was buying a cold drink.

"Yes I know." Matt answered as he took out the black sword slung around his waist.

"Mom look at that! The color of the moon is red, ma'am!" a small child said while pointing his index finger at the night sky. Sebastian and Matt looked up at the sky and saw that half of the moon was already a deep red—as thick as blood.

“Sebastian, quickly get Sir Phantomhive out of here!” exclaimed Matt, who had mounted his stance, ready to fight.

Sebastian galloped towards Ciel. His lips cast some black incantations, and a silver sword with the headdress of the dragon Viazmunth—one of the nine strongest dragons and belonging to the dragons of destruction and destruction—appeared suddenly.

The moon was completely dark red. From the sky descended an army of demons with their black wings. As they flapped their wings, the sky rumbled, making a deafening booming sound. Their eyes flashed red and filled with murderous intent.

Some of the devils had ugly faces. Their faces were ulcerated, melted and some were even shapeless, their teeth black and protruding inches from their wide mouths. Their claws are large and sharp, so capable of tearing and crushing their prey, their bodies are covered by thick hairs and make them look scary.

"Ciel!" shouted Sebastian. Before Ciel could turn his head, his body was already off the ground. Soaring in the air—with his palms and head resting on the broad chest of the man who carried him dancing in the sky.

"What is it?! Don't make me panic!" Ciel protested.

Sebastian looked at Ciel intently before speaking. "Don't scream. The devil can hear you,” Ciel widened his eyes. His mouth is open. But not a word came out. Carefully, Sebastian hid Ciel under his wide black wings.

“Seba—”

“I'll cover up the aura of your existence,” Sebastian interrupted the gray-haired teenager.

“…Why do you have to?” Ciel asked, the look of confusion clearly etched on his face.

“Because… the hunt has begun… Ciel,” he replied. Ciel's hair grew, he tightened his grip on Sebastian's shirt. Cold sweat started to trickle down his forehead.

“I-I… I'm scared,” Ciel said, his whole body shaking.

"That's why I'm here. I'll protect you,” Sebastian said and flew past several skyscrapers while still holding Ciel.

Suddenly, a group of devils from the Icus caste blocked Sebastian's path. They had smelled Ciel's blood, and it made them unable to resist their killing urge to kill Ciel immediately.

"Don't look, Ciel." Sebastian said and wrapped his arms around Ciel's body. Ciel nodded weakly as he put his little hand on Sebastian's body and hugged him tightly.

Sebastian swung his silver sword in the air, and instantly several devils who were not far in front of him were split apart. Horrible screams and howls echoed, foul-smelling black blood splattered and hit the clothes Sebastian was wearing, along with Sebastian's beautiful movement that slashed the demons without touching them.

~XxX~

CIEL POV

~XxX~

I wrapped my arms around Sebastian's body. My eyes are closed. My lips are tightly shut. There was a terrible scream and shriek from the Devil which Sebastian finished off. The fishy smell of blood immediately hit my senses, making me nauseous.

I was really scared, too scared. Why did I have to be born in this world? Why does everyone have to protect me? Why should I be a burden to others?! Even people I don't know have to go to the trouble of protecting me! Why? Is my existence in this world so important that everyone has to protect me?

Without realizing it, tears started to roll down my cheeks. The tears kept flowing I couldn't stop them. Even though Sebastian was the one who stole my first kiss plus he wasn't someone I knew. But, he protected me with all his might, I owe him so much.

"Ciel?" Sebastian's soft voice floated softly in my ear, he stroked my gray hair gently.

"Yes?" I asked back, my hands still wrapped around his burly waist.

"You can open your eyes now," he said. Slowly, I opened my eyelids, and…

Everything made my stomach churn. How could I not, the pieces of devils were scattered here and there, some of the pieces of the body were charred from burning, and black, foul-smelling blood was seeping out of the body pieces. Spontaneously, I covered my mouth with both hands, holding back the churning feeling in my stomach. I don't want to throw up my whole guts here. It's a shame when someone sees your weakness, isn't it?

So, to ease my nausea, I took some distance from Sebastian and walked to the edge of the roof. Close my eyes, and fill the cavity of my lungs with oxygen as much as possible. I stole glances at Sebastian, unexpectedly our gazes met, I couldn't bear to stare at him for too long… then I looked away.

"You knew it yourself, didn't you?" he asked, his tone different from usual, more cold and sinister. Makes me cringe a little.

"What?" I asked back.

“Tonight is the night of the hunt for human souls, this happens once every 493 years. And tonight, is the 1000th night since this hunt was first carried out. All humans of special blood always die in the hunt, but I won't let that happen to you, Ciel,” Sebastian explained, he looked at me intently and… deeply.

"Not for the second time," he continued later.

Before I could ask Sebastian that, a pair of sharp claws gripped my arm. I struggled, trying to free the grip from my arm. But in vain, the more I struggled, the stronger his grip became.

Slowly, my body was brought up. I saw, Sebastian galloped towards me and tried to grab my hand. Tears rolled down my cheeks again. I'm too weak to fight, I can't do anything. I'm a useless person. I'm just GARBAGE!

"Sebastian!" I lament. I want him to save me. That's all I'm asking for for now.

"Ciel!" He stretched out his hand, about to grab me who was getting further and further out of his reach.

Please… save me, Sebastian.

Help…

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To Be Continue

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Notes:

Well-- I have actually published this fanfiction since 2013, and as usual, on ffn ^^"

I don't know what inspired me to make a fantasy story which, according to readers of this fanfiction, is very similar to one of the anime.

Thanks for dropping by and reading ^^

I am also pleased if anyone gives suggestions and constructive criticism.

PS: for the demon caste, maybe I will tell you in the next chapter.

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