#SHE KNEW WHAT WAS INSIDE HER WHAT KIND OF STUPID ASS QUESTION

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heard someone freestyle "did you know what was inside of you?" on a version of Mary, Did You Know?

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eat that girl for lunch - college!au giselle x reader

synopsis: your dancing on her tongue, your might be the one

pairing: aeri uchinaga x reader (use of her real name, non-idol au)

genre: wlw, 18+ (pairing is over 18), studentxstudent, delinquentxnerd

word count: 2.4k+

You were the Student Council President at School of Performing Arts in Seoul. You are loved for your kind attitude and your need to do right by others. You were in the Practical Music Department and are the top of your class, leaving many both envious and in awe by you. On the surface, you don’t seem to dislike anyone, in truth you didn’t hate anyone but one girl.

Aeri Uchinaga was also a student at the School of Performing Arts but she was very different to you in many ways. She may have also been in the same department but she was not known of her stellar grades or good attitude. She was known to be a bit of a ...player. She was known to mess around with both genders and many have started rumors that she pays girls to sleep with her and that she hurts girls for her own pleasure. Some go as far to say she even works as a sex worker on the side despite her family being loaded. 

You hated everything about Aeri. You wholeheartedly believed her to be a slut and that she would fuck anything with a pulse. Aeri disliked you for acting all stuck-up and your stupid high-pitched voice. You would sit at the main table at the centre of the gardens under the sun, next to the water fountain as you would turn and see Aeri sitting alone under a tree. Due to these rumors, Aeri didn’t have many friends and she would never speak more than 5 words in class. In truth, none of the rumors were even true, she was just very introverted and didn’t like talking to people as she didn’t know what to do or how to keep the conversation going.

It’s a normal school day and it is second break as Aeri sits under a tree with her head phones in and her eyes closed. You look over at Aeri and your usual hatred bubbles up. You can’t stand the fact a girl like her could just walk around freely without any consequences. A idea then forms inside your head and you storm over. You call out Aeri’s name a few times which get no response as the other girl’s music is on full volume. She then stomps on Aeri’s foot which makes the ravenette’s eyes shoot open and take her head phones out. “Can I help you?” she says, clearly tired.

“Why do you do the things you do? Random but I can’t help but ask” You say in your fakest tone possible. Aeri feels the uneasy air around her and she knows her answer to this question will determine the course of their conversation. “I’m sorry.. I don’t understand what you mean?” she says, clearly confused. “You don’t have to air out your sex life for all the school to hear.. that’s what I mean!” You say in the same fake tone yet your intention was clear from the start. “I don’t know what your talking about, I don’t do that in the first place.” Aeri was confused at first but now she was a bit offended. “Oh now you want to act dumb? The entire school knows that your a whore, stop lying!” You think the other girl is just playing dumb to get out of it. You knew you needed to confront her, you won the council elections so you could do whatever you wantl. Right?

Aeri knew to a certain degree about all the rumors but nobody said anything to her. It’s not as if they had the right, so who does this girl think she is talking to her this way? “Who the fuck even are you? What makes you think you have the right to talk to me like this?” She says trying to keep her cool yet clearly irritated. “_____, student council president, school’s top student” You confidently say, as if she was waiting for the question. She says the last part specifically to get on Aeri’s nerves, assuming her grades to be slipping, as everytime you saw her, she had her headphones in and was off daydreaming. “More like School’s Pain in the Ass” Aeri mutters off as she gets up, finally now noticing how short the other girl is compared to her. Your ears perked up at the jab “Pardon? Do you want to repeat that?” You said annoyed, yet knowing your position gave you the upper hand. “I said.. your a pain in the ass.. now piss off” Aeri storms off, she did not have the time for this.

You were not done, you grabbed Aeri’s arm. “You shouldn’t even be here! You should be in a whorehouse, and I’ll make sure you go right there!” you said, raising your voice a bit. Aeri wanted to lose her shit, but she acted surprisingly calm when a idea popped into her head now “Fine” she said coldly. Your face was filled with confusion as you didn’t expect it to be THAT easy “Fine? What?” she inquired. “Fine. I’ll go to a whorehouse…” the black-haired girl said. You looked at her visibly confused yet waiting for something more, there had to be something more. “…if you win a bet.” Aeri finished with a smile. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes “What are the terms?” 

You said, annoyed by how unserious the other girl was to the claims yet intrigued by what she was going to propose. “I’ll drop out and go to the red light district.. if you come first during the next exam” You genuinely thought she was joking until you saw on her face how serious she was. Aeri’s face then turned sinister “But.. if I come first, you have to open your legs for me” Your face went pale at this and considered forgetting it all together. But no.. she needed to come first and keep everyone else safe from Aeri. You nodded and quietly said “Deal” before walking away.

Days went by and whispers about such a bet swirling around the school, many wanting to make their own assumptions about such a deal. Of course as people do, they exaggerate the story or add their own silver lining that would make more people interested. A week in and when it reached your ears, the story sounded absurd and almost convinced you that you never even talked to Aeri. Obviously, it was not true but this further convinced you that you could not lose this bet. You were convinced you did not even need to study and that you would do perfectly fine, telling yourself that you were just pure talent and you did not need to overwork yourself. Instead of studying, you partied and only worked to fufill your Student President duties. Many remained excited for the next evaluation, excited to see you crumble and for Aeri to live up to her infamous reputation.

The end of year came and all dashed over to the ranking board. Your heart dropped when Aeri ended up on top and you came second. You could feel everyone staring at you, whispering in satisfaction about you not ending up on top once. You are trying to get out the crowd of girls but it’s almost suffocating. You turn your head to see Aeri with a surprised expression on her face 

You and Aeri walked into the hotel room together, tension in the air. You lost the bet by 2 points, you didn’t even realise how intelligent Aeri was until she saw the board. This pissed you off as not only were you ranked down to number two, but also because it showed how sneaky the other girl was. You was convinced Aeri started the rumors about herself for attention and only hated her more for it. She certainly seemed quite pleased with herself when she shut the door and pinned you to the wall with a smirk. The taller girl had a height advantage over you and looked down at you , hands to each side of your head. You looked up with a annoyed stare, internally beating yourself up over losing. You were snapped out your thoughts when Aeri kissed you and couldn’t help but melt into the kiss.

They kissed there for about a minute or so before you were picked up, automatically wrapping your legs around Aeri’s waist as you were carried to the bed. You were placed gently on the bed surprisingly and you two kept kissing, fighting for dominance. Clashes of teeth and tongue ensued and Aeri got the upper hand due to your inexperience. Aeri takes off the other girl’s sweater and unbuttons her shirt. She was about to go for the your skirt before her hand was grabbed “You first” you said bluntly, mainly out of embarrassment of being half naked. Aeri sighs as she shrugs off her jacket and unbutton her own shirt, not fully taking it off but unbuttoning most of the buttons. You looked up at the pretty sight and really tried not your best to look down but you eventually did which made Aeri laugh quietly.

“Enjoying the view?” She said softly teasing. Your face went red with annoyance and strangely.. also arousal. You turn your head away which makes Aeri hold back her laughter again. She decides to get attention someway so she takes off the brunette’s shoes and stockings. She takes off your skirt and protection shorts, revealing your underwear. Jimin starts to kiss up the exposed side of your neck and whispering “Babe.. look at me..” she initially whispers softly but got no reaction from you. She then decides to start lazily rubbing her finger your clothed clit.

Aeri watches your face any sign of pleasure and laughs quietly at the sight in front of her. You shut your eyes and clamped a hand over your own mouth, remaining the same even when Aeri was feeling the wet patch in your underwear. “Look at me” she whispered quietly that gained no response. With this, she knew she had to try harder which made her act on impulse and slap your ass, which finally gained a reaction. “Ah!-” a startled moan finally escaped your mouth despite her action in protest to the pleasure. Aeri at this point was hot and bothered by how long one fucking moan took, making her urges take control of her for a minute and grasp the smaller girl’s throat by force. Your face clearly distressed, tried to gasp for air but the noises that did escape almost emulated a bird’s chirp. You squirmed in the older’s girls grasp yet felt.. hot for some reason. “Your really fucking bipolar you know that? You want to agree to a bet with me yet you want to be stubborn and not take your punishment well?” Your eyes were still adverted due to embarrassment at this, she did start all of this yet she does not want to just take it as she was so sure she would be on top, she never messes up. “S-sorry.. keep going..” she hesitantly opens her legs. She’s never been with anyone, let alone a girl so she was pretty nervous. At this, a idea popped into Aeri’s head as a form of punishment.

She took your bra and underwear off, making you completely bare under her. She took a minute to admire your body — she wanted to do this for a few months now and the opportunity just presented itself without her asking for it. She saw how shy you got at the intimacy and she enjoyed the pouty expression on your face — it just made Aeri want to fuck you more. She played with your breasts and teased your nipples, enjoying the whines and occasional whimpers that escaped you. She took it a step further and started licking and sucking hickeys on your breasts. Aeri loved marking girls in general, especially the pale ones as the marks were more evident. 

She looked down with a smirk to see how wet you were getting and how you thrusted up for some friction which was unsuccessful. You tried to form words which you could start then would turn into a whine. Your legs shaked which indicated you were about to cum which is when Jimin removed her hand and mouth off her tits. You let out a noise and said confused “Aeri.. what..” Aeri stroked your hair and said “You weren’t supposed to, that was a punishment.” You kept a pouty expression and crossed arms which made the other girl melt “Fine.. do you want your reward?”. Your eyes lighted up at this as you nodded frantically “Please unnie.. I’ll be good..”

The room is filled with your high-pitched moans as Aeri slips her tongue you. She keeps a tight grip on your ass, one hand on each side, tight enough to leave bruises. Aeri;s tongue plays with the other girl’s g-spot as you thrust upwards into the other girl’s mouth. Aeri starts sucking and you manage to grab a handful of the other girl’s hair as you hold Aeri’s mouth in one spot, right on the place you like it most. Her tongue goes even faster which makes your hips buckle and your moans get louder. You finally cum in Aeri’s mouth and fall onto the bed. The ravenette finally looks up at the brunette after swallowing it all, wiping her mouth and laying next to her. 

There is about 30 seconds of blissful silence before Aeri finally says “Did I live up to all your fantasies?” she says with a smirk. Your face goes red and get embarrassed “Shut up!” which makes you flip on your side, forgetting for a second you were bare naked. You peaks your head back around to see Aeri checking her out, making you let out a cute yet annoyed noise “Turn around you perv!”. The taller girl grabs a blanket and drapes it over them both up to their waists. Aeri then moves over and spoons you , one hand on your waist and the other travelling up to your marked breasts. You shake your head and says “No! Not again!”. Aeri puts her head into the pillow and buries her face in your hair as she inhales the flower-scented shampoo you use. She finally says “Fine.. let’s sleep now”. You would be embarrassed to admit how easily you fell asleep after that but you did sleep very well.. in Aeri’s arms.

note . . .

i originally wrote this as a jimin x reader fic and I was choosing between which one was better. discreet was definitely better written and this sat unfinished in my google docs for a few weeks. i reread it, tweaked it a bit (it's still cringe) and finished the fic for giselle. so if the fic happens to say Jimin anywhere, just lmk so I can change it

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HowdyI'm back with another Blitzø ask, sorry

Could I request Blitzø with a s/o who tries to "tank" through everything. Like they'll carry all the groceries, carry him to the car when he's drunk, if they have a water bottle, telling everyone to drink first, that kind of thing?

Apologies if this doesn't make sense. Hope I'm not being too pushy. Much love to you 💛

Blitzø With A S/O Who Tries To "Tank" Through Everything

Blitzø would notice very quickly that you insist on tanking through everything. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's far from stupid.

It started with him getting drunk off his ass one night, and of course, Loona needed the car, but she wasn't about to let him drive drunk. And she couldn't lift him, since imps are surprisingly heavy!

So of course, who better to call for help than her dad's S/O? Now, she was expecting you to help coax him into the car verbally.

What she instead got was you throwing her dad over your shoulder and carrying him to the car with seemingly minimal struggle. Her eyes were wide and she was incredibly shocked.

When Blitzø woke up and you explained everything to him, he was gobsmacked. Why would you carry him?? You know you could have just asked him to get in the car and he probably would have listened to you, right??

Eventually, you managed to convince him it wasn't an issue, and he shrugged it off.

At least, until he noticed some of your more people-pleasing tendencies. For example, when you were out with I.M.P. helping on a mission, and you had a water bottle, you wanted everyone else to drink some first, before you could.

Okay, not too bad yet... Blitzø thought to himself.

But when he noticed you would carry all the bags from shopping excursions you went on, or deal with Loona's tantrums, or overall just throw yourself under the bus before anyone else could help you, he knew it was time to call attention to it before you got seriously hurt sacrificing your own needs for others.

"S/O, we need to talk."

You freaked out inside, wondering if this was going to be when he decides he doesn't love you after all and leaves you. You went with him shaking, wordlessly wondering if this would be the fate of your relationship.

"Why do you do all this? The carrying everything, the putting others first, the dealing with everyone else's bullshit. Why do you do it?"

You were surprised about that question, and didn't quite have a good answer for him, even if you internally know the answer why.

"You can't set yourself on fire to keep lame bitches warm, you understand? You are a hot piece of ass, and nobody should get to make you do anything. If they hate you, who cares? They're inbred dick snorters, anyway. You understand?"

You nodded in response. His encouragement was very vulgar, sure, but it was sweet in its own way. Eventually, you worked up the courage and explained your reasoning behind your actions to him, which he appreciated and talked with you over. He may not be a therapist, but goddamn, he is free therapy.

And yes, he does enforce the whole "no more tanking" rule he set. He will have I.M.P. enforce it for him if he isn't present, taking a similar attitude toward you as he has toward Loona.

"Moxxie, get off your ass, S/O is too beautiful and precious to do something like this~."

He's sweet about it to you, at least. But damn, if it doesn't fluster you to absolutely no end.

Overall, a sweet boyfriend to have! Will go out of his way to make sure you aren't overworking yourself, it's okay to take time for yourself, too. :))

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Mating Season Ends

Pairing: We'ar-ow (Female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3359

Summary: After lasting about 2 weeks, mating season ends and the ship returns to normal. Dwainet didn't get a single female. You begin to learn the life that We'ar-ow leads and all that consists within in it.

Author Note: Slowly working at this while getting to requests, promise! I had to think about how I was going to go along with this story. I think I have it down, we'll see it. Also, I haven't forgotten about the 1k drawing. I'm only four away currently so we'll seeeee

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There’s a smirk among We’ar-ow’s face. Said Yautja is sat upon a single seat chair in her living room, tablet in her grasp. Though, she hadn’t forced you to be out here with her, your room was starting to get beyond boring of just standing there and doing nothing. Instead, you’ve ventured out and explored what was available to you.

A watchful eye was kept on her as you moved around, like a fearful animal ensuring you didn’t anger her. You knew, despite her gaze on the device, she also observed you. Always. You stopped and peered over at the pink Yautja, head slightly tilted. She doesn’t often let loose any expressions but the fact she had a full grin peeked your interest. Yet, you didn’t dare raise a question.

Right as you were about to continue exploring, We’ar-ow grunted. “Do not be afraid to ask a question, pet,” she said, eyes still on the tablet. You tensed up and worried at your bottom lip. “Speak.”

You groaned lowly. “Why are you smirking?” you brought up the question rolling around your mind. Her upper mandibles twitched, clicking against the bottoms ones. You stayed in the same spot by a room you’ve never been in before.

“That male you mated with.” Dwainet. You slightly flinch as his words rang in your mind. “The mating season ends today. Not a single female reported mating with him.” Reported? They listed that shit?! By god’s grace… all of this was so strange and kind of disgusting to be honest. Why would you want someone to know who you… ehm, had sex with?

Disgust fell over your face. “Why do you know this?” you asked another question, feeling uncomfortable about the conversation.

We’ar-ow raised her device slightly. “We have everything charted. It’s a way to ensure inbreeding does not occur or any diseases appear, we are able to track it down to whom.” Okay… now that made more sense. Still though, you didn’t want your dirty laundry to be aired. “I expected no one to mate with his disloyal ass. I like to know if it was true.”

Her words from when she bested Dwainet rung inside of her head. Right. Since he committed a low crime, not a single female would let them mate with her. Something you also took joy in, just less noticeable. You cleared your throat and softly nodded your head. “That’s… that’s good to know,” you spoke and leaned against the wall close by.

A hum filled the tense air. “Yes. Are you pleased?” Now, your brows furrowed at her words. Why would she care? You just shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly to answer her question. “You still care,” it was more of a statement than a question.

Deep down, you do. You still do. Your heart continuously ached at the heartbreak but he was your first love, true love at first sight. As stupid as the whole situation was, you still cared about the person who smashed your heart without any remorse. Look at you now: a pet to the Monarch of an alien clan. How your world had turned upside down.

“Yes,” you hissed out and stared down at the ground. “I do, okay?”

The couch groaned underneath her as she got up. Instantly, your head whipped up and watched as she made her way over to you. Everything just froze in your mind again, unable to think of way to escape or anything of the sort.

As she stopped before you, she reached out with her hand cupped your chin. Your first reaction was to flinch, but her touch was soft. “Why?” she demanded and tilted your head up to look her in the eye.

A defensive streak rose inside of you. Why did she have to question everything you did? “He was my first love. It felt like true love at first sight,” I said and tried to keep a neutral expression on my face. I didn’t need her to be anger at anything I said.

She hummed once more. A few muscles on your face twitched. Her thumbed swiped along your cheek and drew your attention to something shining on the finger. A tear. You were crying. Why? To save what left over dignity, you tore your head from her grasp. There wasn’t anywhere else to go though so you just stayed against the wall, arms crossed.

“Oomans are so foolish.” You curled more in on yourself. “Love at first sight? There’s no such thing. It is something to nurture and help flourish.” If you had it in you, you would’ve barked out a laugh. As if she or her kind knew of care and kindness.

Rough around the edges. The inside, worse. Just a cactus where their hearts should be. Ugly, heartless, and homewrecker. You kept a heady stare on the floor and grumbled out inaudible words. Not that she would care.

All you wanted was to go home! Fresh, hot tears steered down the lengths of your cheeks and darkened the cloth of your shirt. You bit your tongue; silence was the best answer to any argument. Because it stopped them. She can keep stating her case, breaking your already shattered heart. Here you are, staying quiet and knowing everything she said was the truth. You were foolish and stupid. Look where it got you.

A warm hand tipped your head back up to be face to face with We’ar-ow once more. Your gaze still cast downwards, no matter what she did. The Yautja sighed, a rough sound on your ears, and dropped her head. Then picked her massive head back up to look at you. Her pupils boring an unnecessary hole into you. “I see you have come to realize the truth.”

And the truth hurt. Your bottom lip wobbled.

“That male never cared about you. Not truly. Not the way you wanted. You were something new to his young mind, a new toy if you must. The novelty worn off when realized a ooman mate will diminish his chances of producing a strong bloodline.” Every single word of hers was a gut wrenching, heart tearing, punch to where it hurts most.

Your shoulders trembling at the first sob. Once the damn broke, it was hard to stop. The stress of it all was caving in on you after one beam fell. Your knees gave out and forcing you to drop to the ground. From there, you sobbed your heart out in front of someone you didn’t trust. You backed yourself against the wall and curled as tightly into a ball that was possible.

We’ar-ow stood tall above you, unsure on what to do, arms limp at her sides. Slowly, as if she was hunting, she lowered herself to her haunches, still towering in height and size.

“I wa-was nothing more, more than a play, plaything to him!” you cried into your thighs, body shaking with each pathetic weep. That year with him meant nothing! Nothing to him. While it was thought to be the best time of your life… you were only blinded by the lies and façade.

Coarse, rough skin petted the top of your head and ran down to the base of your neck. You were shocked out of your cryfest as the pain of the mark being touched and hissed. In reaction, you snapped your head up and pinned the limb against the wall. But, that caused it to hurt worse. You jerked away from the wall and reached back to gentle poke at the now blazing mark.

In a whirlwind of emotions and unstable mindset, you snapped at We’ar-ow. “Why did you fucking touch it?!” The mark had scabbed over during the healing process but the skin around it was still sensitive and sore. “You don’t know shit!”

She just sat there, on her haunches, only raising a singular brow at you. “I do not?” she questioned lowly, face revealing nothing of her emotions. You didn’t know what to be more scared after the raging emotions died. Unable to know what she was feeling or how calm those three words came out. You swallowed thickly and curled back into a frightful ball. Maybe she’ll just get this over with and kill you.

Something warm rested under your jaw and forced it up once more. But you don’t look the predator in the eye. That. That is a death sentence. “Pet, I asked you a question.” Again!? Seriously? You could just feel the need to sob your heart out all over again. Why does she keep calling you that? Why not your name? Or something more human than ‘pet’?

For all the energy you had left, you simply just nodded your head. We’ar-ow did not understand your feelings for Dwainet. She never will.

The Yautja simply made a ‘hmpf’ sound and barely nodded her head in thought. “Why do you think that?” she asked. Another question to force you to respond, in any way. Your eyes clenched shut and pushed out any leftover tears. Then, you gulped and took a deep breath.

“I’ve been around your kind long enough. You are a rude, inconceivable species with not a single centimeter of space for love. You, out of everyone, don’t know a single thing about my situation!” Your voice grew in volume the longer you talked. Not that you meant for that to happen.

With her long tongue, the pink Yautja was able to click her tongue and shook her head. The hand under your chin slid against your skin to rest upon your cheek this time. “When I had first found you, my dear ooman, you were a mess of emotions and sorrow. That tells me enough. My age comes into play next. I’m older than you think, gaining experience through my years. I do understand, ooman.”

You snorted through your nose and glared from underneath your brows up at her. We’ar-ow leaned in close, enough for her breath to fan across your wet face. “Why do you think I’ve taken you in as my pet?” Your body tensed, frozen in thought before your shoulders shrugged.

One of her upper mandibles lifted. Her long, pink tongue slithered out and licked up a stripe of your salty tears. “You’ll find out in time.” You jerked your head back only to smack it against the wall behind you, upper lip curling up. We’ar-ow chuckled.

Without a word, you silently pouted and stayed on the ground. We’ar-ow stood back up and offered a hand to you. “Come along, pet.” You scowled at the name but took up on her offer. Just using a sliver of her strength, she pulls you up to your feet. You were yanked up, not expecting the sudden strength or move. The action caused you to bump into her.

One of her arms settled between your shoulder blades and held you steady against the warmth of her body. Blazing heat flashed across your cheeks and raced up to the tips of your ears. You swallowed thickly, entirely form tense and unwilling to move. Neither did she.

The entire time, her gaze was tilted down at you. An alien grin growing on her mandibles, minute. In the state of shock, you didn’t even have time to see it on her features. It was gone as you took all the space you could away from her, back against the wall once more. You took a deep breath in, cleared your throat, and finally looked the predator in the eye. “Where are we going?” you spoke, voice different than before.

We’ar-ow let her arm fall limp to at her side, her eyes still trained on your meek, nervous form. “Out. I have more things to finish before the end of the cycle,” she explained, observed you for a few extra seconds before turning about face and heading towards the door. A scowl fell upon your features at the notion of going out there once more. Paraded as her damn pet.

From the safety of being behind her, you glared fiery daggers at the Yautja and wished you could throttle her. Then, you took the needed steps to catch up to We’ar-ow. The two of you were out the door and shortly on your way to wherever.

The halls weren’t overflowing with the aliens. Today seemed to have calmed down after the season had ended officially. Everyone tired out after the last two weeks had everyone’s hormones thrown into a whirlwind. One that got you caught up in this mess of trouble and rage.

During the entirety of her strutting, you promptly stayed at her six and used her shadows to hide. Pathetic, even with how little Yautjas there were roaming. After everything that has occurred, staying as safe as possible was a necessity to your survival. You don’t know who will challenge the Monarch, as stupid as they would be, for your head. Oomans aren’t well liked upon the predatory species as you’ve come to learn. But here you were, in the lions den with the leader of tribe as your protector. All it takes is one person…

A familiar color caught your eye, feet faulting for a couple of seconds. You accidentally trip over air, barely saving yourself an embarrassing face plant in front of everyone… including Dwainet. Without truly thinking about it, you rushed to catch up once more to the pink Yautja. Your eyes prompt finding the dark metal grey floors far more interesting than the burning rage glare pinned on you.

Cliché enough but if looks could kill, the heat from his gaze would burn hotter than a sun. Death, instantaneously.

One look couldn’t be helped. Eyes flickering for just a millisecond, one too long. You took note that his eyes weren’t on your own. Instead… a little lower, towards your neck. Instinctively, you reached up to touch at the warm leather wrapped peacefully there. A constant reminder to who owned you. If looks could kill… We’ar-ow would be thrown out an airlock and forgotten about.

After that shorter, hair-raising encounter, you stuck to We’ar-ow’s backside like glue. The Yautja didn’t need a leash to keep you this close to her. Just straight terror of what your ex-lover might do to you. Especially learn what had happened to him. He had to be seething from the limited knowledge you had about his species.

The hallway you were taking seemed familiar. Somewhat at least. You scrapped through your mind to remember where this was leading you. Before you had a chance, We’ar-ow stopped in front of a door and imputed a code. Your eyes snapped to her movement, only catching the last three pushes. Three, not bad out of the six you believed was the length of her code.

It opened up to reveal the grand throne room. We’ar-ow marched into the room at her normal strutting pace. Once more, you were left to scramble after her. The Monarch took each step up to the throne chair with pride. You watched as the calm, relaxed Yautja morphed into the leader of her clan. Her face no longer as causal, eyes slightly hooded over as she looked down on the empty space before her.

On the other hand, you went to the spot you had sat at before. Only to notice a soft, plush cushion in place. Despite her gaze on the purple carpet before her, you looked over at her. You were hesitant to sit down on the pillow, unsure if this was the purpose of it. Or something to taunt you with.

A subtle nod came from the Yautja. You released the breath you were holding and thanked to whatever god could hear you for this offering before sitting down.

Instead of the harsh, back breaking metal that once met your bottom, the cushion offered support and relief. You sat easily on the large pillow and crossed your legs, knees bent to sit comfortably. It was definitely an upgrade compared to last time. All you had to do now was somehow find a way to entertain yourself for the time being. Unfortunately.

Yet, something was thrusted into your vision. Your head jerked back, nearly falling backwards and stared at what looked to be a tablet. We’ar-ow held it out, bright iris peering at you from the corner of her eye.

When you didn’t grab it in a reasonable amount of time, she moved it closer to while wiggling it as well. Timidly, you reached out and took the device from her. “Thanks,” you mumbled and inspected the tablet. It wasn’t anything fancy or spectacular but tapping the screen caused it to light up.

From there, you dove more into finding what the item could do in your favor. Plowing through time without even noticing.

It wasn’t until a foot was nudging against your numb legs you uncurled from your shrimp position. We’ar-ow stood before you, regel as ever. You blinked a few times before catching onto what she wants from you. Shutting off the screen and holding the tablet to your chest, you unsteadily got up, legs barely listening to your command.

Like clockwork, the duo had returned back to We’ar-ow’s room. The Yautja walked into the kitchen and sifted through things to gather a couple of items. The entire time, you observed her movements, taking notice how she carries herself while in the privacy of her quarters. Different, relax, causal.

“Are you hungry?” We’ar-ow’s words break you from your thoughts. You shook your head to clear any lingering thoughts.

“Y-yeah, a little,” you voiced and stepped into the living room. Just enough space for We’ar-ow and limited guests if she invites any over. That made you question internally if the Yautja had anything close to a friend. The society of her species highly varies from your own. Was there friendship? Was there relationships? Was there love?

No. There couldn’t be. Not after Dwainet. He taught you his kind was built for love. Just a species morphed to kill. Kill everything in their path, even those who cared about them.

You found yourself settling down on a single person seat that easily engulfed your human body. The tablet was laid comfortably in your lap as you continued to play, mess with it if you must. The things you learned currently were far more helpful than ever.

A map, cameras. All that was needed to show you where their ships were docked, where there was airlocks, emergency escape pods. Everything. From the months you projected to surviving on this ship suddenly turned to days, weeks at most. Freedom was in sight. You could see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it was beautiful.

A plate of assorted fruits/vegetables was placed on the side tablet next to you. We’ar-ow posted her frame to lean against the armrest and peered over you. “Does this give enrichment?” The translator struggled for a moment to find the right word for last part of her sentence.

Nonverbally, you dipped your head as you used an app of sorts to access the internet. Their internet. Strings of Yautja covered the screen, nothing legible. The implant translator only worked with speech, not text. You haven’t found a way to change the language. If there was a way to switch to English…

The Yautja hummed before leaning, showering you in her body heat and pressing a couple of buttons on the screen. Then, voila! Magic. Yautja changed to English in a blink of an eye. “I swear… that male failed you more ways than just the five I count.”

“I have the translator implanted,” you retorted mindlessly and explored the new mode revealed to you. We’ar-ow scoffed once more and used a sharp nail to tap at mentioned device.

“My point still stands.” How much you believe that? Zero. As you’ve come to learn quickly, there was no arguing with her. Instead, you just stayed glued to the tablet and partially ignoring the huge Yautja next to you.

Said predator finally stalked off after a few minutes of watching you. Thankfully. Now, it was time to see what their internet consisted of.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18

[guttednights]

You.

finally, you have done it. you had broken up with Simon. After months of torture, he sold as some forbidden paradise. the constant bickering, bossing you around, neglecting you, missing dates, and worst of all. not telling anyone he was even in a relationship. God it lit a fire so deep inside of you. you blocked his ass the second you broke up with him. sure it did no good cause he still had a key to your house but, that's a battle to deal with tomorrow. or at least you thought tomorrow. it was 2am and you had finally fell asleep

it wasn't long after you fell asleep you heard the door to your apartment being kicked down. you knew who it was immediately, I mean what other kind of physcopath just kicks down someone else's door?. you quickly get up wrapping a robe around you and walking out. there he is simon fucking Riley staring at you with pure anger.

"SERIOUSLY Y/N?!" "JUST LIKE THAT OUR 5-YEAR RELATIONSHIP IS OVER? OVER ONE FUCKING TEXT!"

as he gets closer, you back away.

"simon i explained everything in detail in that text." you spat with fiery. "I'm not doing this anymore" you look at you door, "and your buying me a new fucking door!"

He grabs you with anger and you panic, he would never hurt you. Right? he would never hurt you? shit I mean yeah he's a killing machine at work, but he's never been physically aggressive.

"thats what your fucking worried about right now? your stupid fucking door?" He practically shook you with his anger.

"Simon I'm not doing this, I already expressed that we're over. get out, Simon."

he towered over you, beginning to spit something at you, but held his mouth, sighing letting you go then turning around and walking out your broken door. attempting to shut it before disappearing.

you sighed as he walked away. it was really that easy all along? that's all it took? you questioned to yourself as you slammed your body into your broken door.

"fuck." you say to yourself as you realize the doors not gonna shut. you just hope for the best as you go back to bed. Simon is gone finally, you think to yourself as you finally fall asleep.

the next morning you wake up, and continue your usual routine. less than an hour later you walk out of your apartment, looking at the door trying to decide what to do. "we'll figure it out". you walk down your apartment complex before heading to work. it was a usual day at work. nothing too stressful.

it isn't 9:30 till you finally close up for the day. gripping your bag close to your side. your nail shop is down the street from a local bar, it's usually pretty busy during the weekdays. It is dark, and the lights from the bar light the walkway as you mindlessly walk. suddenly a drunken man from the bar grabs you.

"aye sweetheart why dont you sit down, and enjoy a drink eh?"

"no. thanks." you jerk away from him but he grabs your waist this time

"ah come on dont be unfriendly, lets have a chat sweetie. You too pretty to be sleeping on a beautiful night like this."

you chuckle trying to be nice "Yeah thanks but no" You attempt to jerk away again but this time the man pulls you hard

"Now dont be a bore," he says with anger as he drags you to the dark alleyway. this can't be how you die. for the first time in years, you're alone without Simon to call, everyone in the bar is too drunk to realize what's happening, and you're small compared to most men.

you panic as you try to break free, pushing him off at your most might. but he doesn't let go, his fingers practically dug into you. "please stop" you panic doing everything you can.

as soon as you start to scream, you hear a loud metal-sounding hit, you look back and see Simon standing over the man with a metal bat.

"she said leave her alone!" he boomed

the man held his head as he scurried off. you held your arm as you looked at him. you start to back up before Simon grabs you. "quit acting an idiot and go home." "before I actually have to kill someone."

you say nothing swallowing your pride and walking away but stopping. "are you fucking stalking me?"

"my stalking just saved your life sweetheart." "go home."

side notes/ babbling: I imagined Simon as joe Golberg in a alternate universe and viola came up with this. I really want to do a part 2, so lmk how y'all feel about this!!!

[birdiewriteslit]

“engagement”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

warren proposes to you and life couldn’t be better (set before the production of aurora starts)

lord this man has me writing all this soft shit. part 2

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” you muttered while running to the house. You practically slammed open the sliding door, startling Camila and Karen, who stood against the kitchen counter.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Camila said with a hand over her heart. Karen noticed the look on your face and got concerned.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

You broke out into a wide smile and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “No, quite the opposite.”

You held out your left hand for them to see. “Is that what I think it is?” Camila gasped and rounded the corner of the counter, Karen following suit.

Her mouth agape, she took your hand to get a better look at the ring. “He didn’t.” She looked up at you in shock.

“Let me see,” Karen said and took your hand from Camila’s. “Oh, my God. Is that moonstone?”

“It is!” You bit your lip in excitement.

“Who cares what the rock is? You’re getting married!” Camila said, pulling you in for a tight hug.

When you pulled apart, Karen took your arms and you two started jumping around, “Y/n is getting married! Y/n is getting married!” she chanted.

Camila joined in, and the three of you danced around the living room in gleeful joy. You didn’t even notice Daisy came inside until she spoke. “What’s going on in here?”

You all stopped moving and tried to act casual. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just getting married!”

“What? Oh, my God, tell me everything now.” Daisy said, feeling the excitement in the room. You sat down on the couch, and the girls surrounded you, eager to hear the story.

“So, we were on a walk down at the beach when he did it. We were standing in the water where it was like ankle deep just throwing rocks and shit. Out of nowhere, he drops down on one knee and pulls out this ring. Then, he’s telling me I’m the only woman for him, and I’m saying yes before he gets the question out.”

Daisy grinned. “Wow, I never knew Warren could be such a romantic.”

“Sorry, but did you just run all the way here after?” Karen asked.

You looked down sheepishly. “Sort of, but it’s not like I ran away from him or anything. He’s probably telling the guys right now.”

“We have to celebrate,” Camila said. “I’m having all of you over tonight.”

—————

By nightfall, the eight of you were gathered in the living room, drunk off your asses (except Billy) and laughing about stupid shit.

“Oh, remember the time when Warren drank too much and started telling all the groupies conspiracies about the government,” Graham said, laughing loudly.

“He also told them that I secretly read Cosmopolitan. So, thank you Warren for losing me a lot of play that night,” Eddie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“Man, I only told them that because it’s true,” Warren snickered while you laughed at Eddie’s misfortune.

You were sat on Warren’s lap wearing a short white sundress. His arms came around your waist as he pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous right now.”

You felt your face heat up immediately. Of course, this was something he would say when nobody was listening, while the others were too wrapped up in their drinks and embarrassing stories to notice.

He leaned his head back on the top of the chair, gazing up at you with a kind of admiration he’d only ever had for you. God, you were marrying this man, and he still had the power to make you feel shy.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” He offered you a toothy grin and reached a hand up to play with your hair.

Your lips quirked up in a wide smile. Your hid your face in his shoulder. “You’re too much, Warren,” you whispered against his shirt.

You felt his chest move as he laughed. “You better get used to me calling you that. You’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.

You moved your head from his shoulder to find him looking back at you. “I really don’t mind that.”

[rosemariilovesyou0922]

WHAT DID I JUST WATCH???

SPOILERS TWF4 !!!

It was the best thing I could ever experience rn, I'm pretty much ascending. The fact that there was ANIMATION?? ON IT??? Martin is extremely talented I swear to god.

Personally I think a Lot of My questions we're kind of answered. Deffinetly not the "Where the hell is Jack?", No I'm Even more confused about that... I THOUGHT LIKE- FELIX GOT RID OF HIM OR SOMETHING I DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD TELL THEM WHAT HE DID? I honestly thought he would hide it and kill anyone who knew (he didn't need to they're all pretty dead). I honestly felt slightly Bad for him, HE DUG A HOLE FOR HIMSELF 😭. I swear I was SHOCKED- mouth open eyes wide type of stuff, I COULD FEEL HOW AWFUL HE FELT, He reeks of guilt, desesperation and actual negativo emotions, where before I honestly think he only transmited me the smell of alcohol or something; I deffinetly feel Bad for him now.

Okay so aside from the whole Felix thing here's a few things I really enjoyed/noticed:

Beggining ANIMATION with Ed and Molly; knowing what happened that night it was honestly really sad and I felt like it was the Best way to start pt4

THIS HAHAHHA:

ROSIE VOICE REVEALL!!! Girl I swear, it's extremely obvious how hard I Stan Rosemary Peony Walten SO You know I started levitating ‼️‼️

"Bon" appears in the video early on so that's cool, aside from that uhhh Tv Guy is deffinetly going to be quite the goofy silly guy so stan

SUSAN AND CHARLES BEING SILLLLYYY!!!

Charles struck me as kind of a manager? Someone who does stay in the establishment and is involved but isn't actually like- an engenieer or chef.

Susan You wonderfull woman I swear the strong ass mecanic lesbian is all I needed in my life.

So the whole animatronics moving around and facial recognition actually clear up a bunch of stuff for me, for instance: How the hell would Bon be able to tell who Sophie was. Also I was screaming for them to run whenever an animatronic was lowkey near, scary stuff.

AWOOPPPP TIME SKIP!! Or something skip I have no clue, Charles and Susan talking about Rocket being there. Rosemary and Jack did not know Félix was an alcoholic aparently, that explains why Jack would ever let him drive his children anywhere from somewhere there would be alcohol at.

JACK?? JACK BANGING AND KNOCKING ON THE DOOR FOR FELIX TO OPEN ACTUALLY GOT ME SHOCKED TO MY GODDAMN CORE?? HIS VOICE IS CHILLING.

Félix and the whole cliff scene really broke me not going to lie, You dumbass of man, you're stupid and reckless but I feel awfull for you.

Felix told Rosemary and Jack what happened which actually throws my "Oh yeah Felix deffinetly sent killer animatronics to kill his Best friend and his family so the business wouldn't crash" theory down the drain. Also Rosemary asking for the doll, I cannot imagine how devastated She would have felt, She does not deserve that.

Alright that was terrifying!! Scary imagery actually got me bit scared at atimes, which is good, the show keeps me on My toes.

WHO THE HELL IS INSIDE OF BON?????? WHO IS THAT...

The fact that: We could actually SEE how he KILLED Susan but ED AND MOLLY HAD TO WATCH TOO 😨

Poor children, god.

The animation actually scared me really Bad, it was so unreal and disturbing in a sense that Made You feel like you'd get jumpscared at any moment, that's what makes this kind of horror amazing.

The whole conversation between "Bon" and Susan/Banny is something You have to watch for yourself.

She was ALIVE in the SUIT, GOD 😭

The fact her 'Wonderland' for has her neck snapped and everything, it looked so disturbing, it was really clear how she got killed.

THE MUSIC WAS CELESTIAL, I PRAISE WHOEVER PLANNED THE SONGS THAT PLAYED BECAUDE EVERY SINGLE ONE MADE IT TEN TIMES BETTER.

Ed and Molly at the end :[

[sooniessoulmate]

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟼 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝟶𝚝𝟾

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟻 ♠️ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟽♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼 - 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘

Jongho slammed the door to Hongjoong’s bedroom opened and walked through the entrance without any hesitation. Hongjoong was sitting on his bed, scrolling through his phone, he peered up for only a moment but immediately went back to looking at his phone.

“Seonghwa gave you an order,” Jongho announced.

“Hmm,” Hongjoong huffed, refusing to take his eyes off of his phone.

“Are you deaf or just plain stupid?” Jongho snapped, grabbing the phone out of Hongjoong’s hand.

“If you have any inkling that I may be deaf then why would you waste your damn time talking to me?” Hongjoong cocked his head at Jongho.

“Get the hell up and do as you’re told,” Jongho snarled.

“I’ll get to it when I’m done with what I’m doing,” Hongjoong said, placing his hand out for the return of his cell phone.

“No you will do it NOW,” Jongho ordered, grabbing Hongjoong by his shirt and pulling him up out of his bed.

Hongjoong glared at Jongho and walked by him, storming out of the room. He headed down the stairs and entered Seonghwa’s office to find Minghao already inside.

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa smirked, “I’m assuming you have a problem with your new job.”

“If you knew I was gonna have a problem with it than why the fuck am I the one stuck doing this shit?” Hongjoong complained as he collapsed onto an empty seat.

“Everyone has specific jobs and I assign the people the jobs that are most suited for them,” Seonghwa explained.

“And?” Hongjoong motioned for him to continue.

“And,” Seonghwa took a deep breath, “I don’t have to explain shit to you. So get off your ass and take Y/N shopping for some clothing. She can’t continue to wear Wooyoung’s.”

“Why not?” Hongjoong asked, rolling his eyes. “He doesn’t appear to mind.”

“Because I said she can’t,” Seonghwa growled.

Hongjoong stood up and started walking towards the door. Before exiting the room he turned around to look at his boss, “you’re starting to become weak when it comes to this one. I don’t like what’s happening around here.”

Seonghwa didn’t give the comment any reaction, he only looked back at the papers on his desk and began writing again.

“Have fun,” Minghao smiled with sarcasm in his voice.

Hongjoong felt the urge to fire back with a nasty comment but knew it would only bring him more grief, considering Minghao was his Boss’s personal guest. He left the room and returned to his bedroom to get ready and gather everything he would need on his shopping excursion.

Y/N was in the living room, sitting on the sofa next to Mingi, watching cartoons when Hongjoong bursted in.

“Are you ready, bitch?” he asked.

“Ready for what?” Mingi wondered, confused.

“Not you, asshole,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

Y/N laughed, lightly hitting Mingi in the abdomen with her hand, “why would he call you a bitch?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Mingi asked.  

“Would you two knock it the hell off,” Hongjoong snapped. “I don’t have to time to fuck around.”

“What are we doing?” Y/N asked.

“Going shopping,” Jongho informed, entering the room and taking a seat in an empty spot on the sofa.

“With him?” Y/N questioned, surprised.

“You have a problem with that?” Hongjoong snarled.

“I mean yea, kind of,” Y/N sighed. “Why would you want to take me shopping?”

“Oh my god,” Jongho snarled. “Why do you always have to ask so many fucking questions? Just be a good little hostage and do as you’re told.”

Y/N took a deep breath, shooting a death glare at Jongho, “how many times do i have to tell you this? I am not a hostage!” she demanded.

“Ok, you’re not a hostage,” Jongho smirked, “You’re just Wooyoung’s love slave.”

“Umm no,” Y/N denied. “I don’t know what you even mean by that.”

“Enough messing around,” Hongjoong snapped, walking towards the front door. “We’re leaving.”

Y/N quickly stood up and followed Hongjoong outside of the house. They got into a vehicle outside and Hongjoong drove them to a mall a few miles away.

Hongjoong parked the car and looked at Y/N, “No funny business in here, got it?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, innocently.

“Yea, playing dumb again,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. 

They both exited the vehicle and walked into the mall. Y/N trailed a few inches behind Hongjoong who led her to a boutique that seemed to only sell women’s attire.

The woman sitting behind the cash register, happily ran over to Hongjoong with a huge smile on her face, “Justin!” she called out.

“Hey there princess,” Hongjoong smiled. “It’s been awhile.”

“It has,” the girl sighed. “I missed you.”

“Oh and you know I missed you too,” Hongjoong nodded. “You’re looking more beautiful than ever.”

“Awww thank you,” the girl blushed.

“You still dancing at Paradise?” Hongjoong asked.

“A few nights a week,” the girl nodded.

“Maybe I’ll come spend some time with you one of these nights,” Hongjoong winked.

“That would be great,” the girl smiled from ear to ear.

“Oh Justin, always so willing to please,” Y/N chimed in.

Hongjoong shot her a look of death before speaking, “anyways, this is a friend of my brother’s, she just moved here and lost all of her shit, could you help her pick out some decent clothes?”

“Of course,” the girl said, examining Y/N from head to toe.

“She has no taste at all so you’re gonna have to take the reigns completely on this one,” Hongjoong added.

“That’s funny, Justin, because the night that we met, you really seemed to like the way I was dressed,” Y/N snapped.

“I was acting, I didn’t want you to feel too bad,” Hongjoong smiled.

“You are definitely one hell of an actor,” Y/N snarled.

“What’s the spending limit?” the girl interrupted.

“There’s no limit,” Hongjoong said. “I have something I have to handle quick so I’ll be back in a little to take care of the bill.”

“Ok, well, she’s in good hands,” the girl smiled as Hongjoong walked off.

Before exiting the store Hongjoong turned around and smiled, “Oh Margo, please don’t give Hwasa too much resistance.”

“Margo?” Hwasa repeated looking at Y/N.

“Yea, apparently my name is Margo,” Y/N glared at Hongjoong who was smiling proudly.

“That's a…pretty name,” Hwasa lied trying to be nice. 

“Yea thanks,” Y/N sighed.

“Here come with me into the fitting room and I will bring some options in for you to try on and we can go from there,” Hwasa ordered leading Y/N into the dressing room.

Y/N sat down on a chair while Hwasa left and shortly returned with a rack of clothing.

“Here, try these for now,” Hwasa said, “I’m going to gather a few more items and I’ll be back. The ones you like, hang on that rack and the ones you don’t, just throw them on that chair and I’ll hang them back up later.”

Y/N nodded and started to undress after Hwasa was out of the room.

Hwasa went into the back office, taking her cell phone out of the desk. She opened it up and dialed a number. 

A man answered after two rings, “yea?” he said.

“You’ll never believe who came into my store,” Hwasa said.

“Who?” the man asked.

“The Shadow. And he brought a woman with him to get her clothing,” Hwasa explained.

“Hold on, let me look at the cameras,” the man said. A few seconds later, he responded. “I’ll be there.”

The call was disconnected and Hwasa replaced her phone on top of her desk. She went and gathered some more clothing and returned to the dressing room where Y/N was trying on the different outfits.

“Why don’t you just wear one of those outfits out of here,” Hwasa suggested. “It’ll be much better than those sweats you have on.”

“Oh ok,” Y/N nodded, grabbing one of the outfits to change back into. 

Hwasa grabbed the rest of the clothing and took them out to the front counter. Once Y/N was dressed in her new outfit she exited the dressing room and walked into the store, looking around for Hongjoong.

“He still hasn’t returned,” Hwasa smiled, “you should browse our shoe collection and see if anything peaks your interest.”

Y/N nodded and headed over to the shoe selection.  A man entered the store and walked over to Y/N.

“Hey there,” the man said.

Y/N turned around, becoming a little anxious when she didn’t know the man who was speaking to her.

“Hi,” she tried to smile.

“It’s been forever since I seen you,” the man continued. “How’s your sister doing?”

Y/N hesitated, “I don’t have a sister.”

“Oh really? You look just like someone else I know,” the man smiled innocently. “I’m sorry for the confusion.”

“Oh it’s ok,” Y/N smiled, turning back to the shoes.

“There you are baby,” Hongjoong said walking over to Y/N, grabbing her by the waist.

Caught off guard, she didn’t say anything in response. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he smiled, leading her over to the cash register. “I hope you found a lot of nice clothing.”

“Yea,” Y/N said, unsure why he was acting this way.

“Thanks for taking such care of my special lady,” Hongjoong smiled handing Hwasa a black credit card.

She ran the card in the register and handed it back, along with the bags filled with Y/N’s new clothing. “Anytime.” she said. “Hopefully I’ll see you soon, Justin.”

“Absolutely,” Hongjoong smiled, leading Y/N out of the store. He grabbed her hand and started speed walking towards the entrance of the mall. “Move your ass,” he whispered.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked.

“Not now,” Hongjoong snarled, pulling Y/N even harder.

When they got into the vehicle parked in the lot, Hongjoong immediately turned on the ignition and drove out of the parking lot, heading in the opposite direction of their mansion.

“Can you tell me what is going on?” Y/N asked again.

“Do you know that man who was talking to you?” Hongjoong asked.

“No, he thought I was someone else,” Y/N laughed. “I get that a lot.”

“What did he say?” Hongjoong continued with the questioning.

“I don’t understand what the problem is here,” Y/N said, looking confused and annoyed all at once.

“Look that was Yugyeom, he’s in Seven,” Hongjoong announced as he kept looking in the rear view mirror. “Now do you understand what the fucking problem is?”

“But I don’t know him,” Y/N argued.

“What exactly did he say to you?” Hongjoong snarled, ignoring her resistance.

“Umm,” Y/N started, “well he said it was great to see me and then he asked how my sister was doing.”

“Your sister?” Hongjoong repeated. “Who’s your sister?”

“See and that’s the thing, I don’t have a sister,” Y/N said. “That’s when we realized that he had confused me for someone else.”

“Shit we have company,” Hongjoong said, accelerating the gas. 

Y/N turned around to look but didn’t see anything to worry about. “There’s nothing there,” she said.

“Shut up,” Hongjoong snapped. “Now’s not the time for your know it all bull shit.”

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Yeosang, “We’re on our way home and we have company following us.”

“Which way are you coming?” Yeosang asked.

“In the back way,” Hongjoong started. “I’m gonna try to lose them in the woods to give us some time to get set up. Get everyone ready.”

“Roger,” Yeosang said before hanging up.

“What’s going on?” Y/N panicked. “Are we gonna die?”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Hongjoong snapped while increasing the speed in the vehicle.  He made a quick left onto a road that went through the woods behind their mansion, followed by a quick right onto another road. He sped down the dirt road navigating through tree branches and potholes. 

“I’m scared,” Y/N confessed as she started to shake.

Hongjoong reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing tightly, “you’re gonna be ok,” he comforted.

He then quickly turned up another road and entered a cave. He turned the car off and got out of the vehicle, Y/N did the same.  They ran through the cave until they reached a door. Hongjoong placed his thumb onto a screen on the wall next to the door, which scanned his thumb causing the door to unlatch. Y/N followed Hongjoong through the door and down the hallway leading them into the mansion’s den. They walked up the stairs and were met by the other men.

“I lost them but I don’t think we have too much time,” Hongjoong explained.

“Alright,” Seonghwa nodded, grimly. “Wooyoung, take Y/N up to the roof. Yunho and Hao, go with them. San and Hongjoong, I need you guys here, make sure if anyone manages to get in here they don’t live. Mingi and Jongho, take the cars out around and block them in so they have nowhere to run.”

After receiving their orders, everyone nodded and ran off in the direction of where they were told to be. Wooyoung grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling her harshly behind him.  

They ran up the first flight of stairs, stopping in a room at the end of the hallway. Inside the room was a mini arsenal of weapons. Wooyoung grabbed his Barrett M82 and started to leave the room.

“Wait what am I going to use?” Y/N asked.

“You don’t even know how to shoot a gun,” Wooyoung snarled, continuing to walk out of the room.

“There’s no better time than now to learn,” Y/N said.

“She should have a weapon, just in case,” Minghao agreed.

“Fine,” Wooyoung grunted, grabbing a Barrett M82 off of the wall and handing it to Y/N. “Don’t shoot yourself with that.”

“I’ll try not to,” she smiled, following Wooyoung out of the room. 

They walked through another doorway that revealed another set of stairs going up to the roof. Yunho was happily sitting by the edge of the roof, with a pair of binoculars. 

Wooyoung pulled Y/N over to the ledge, they placed their weapons down. “It’s already loaded, when they get here, look through this, get your target in the center of the crosshairs, then pull the trigger,” Wooyoung patiently explained.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled.

Wooyoung looked at Minghao, “you know how to shoot right?” he asked.

“Of course I do, this is my family’s business,” Minghao boasted.

Yunho put his binoculars down and whispered, “they’re here.”

A car pulled up, the back door flew open and a heavily armed man exited the vehicle.

A gun went off and a bullet left the chamber, whizzing through the air, heading straight for the heavily armed man. The bullet hit the man’s head, in between his eyes, blowing the back of his skull out. Brain matter went all over the vehicle and the body collapsed onto the ground, instantly killed.

“Nice shot,” Yunho said, nodding at Wooyoung.

“That wasn’t me,” Wooyoung gasped with wide eyes, pointing at Y/N.

“I did it,” she smiled at Wooyoung as a white glint flashed through her eyes.

“Have you done this before?” Wooyoung asked.

“No this is the first time I’ve ever even held a gun,” Y/N confessed.

“Holy shit, baby, you’re a natural,” Wooyoung smiled. “Now just keep doing that.”

Five more cars pulled up, men started advancing on the house from all different directions.

“Oh shit, this isn’t good,” Yunho expressed.

Gun fire started to come from every direction. Wooyoung, Y/N, and Minghao continued to assassinate men from the roof top.

“I’m going down,” Yunho announced.

“No you’re supposed to stay up here,” Y/N argued.

“I prefer knives,” Yunho smiled. “I’ll see you all in hell.”

He walked to the back of the mansion and hopped off of the roof, landing on the back porch then jumped down onto the ground. He ran over to a lone man and lunged his bayonet into the man’s neck, smiling when the blood started oozing out of the wound.

San and Jongho got into their armored hummers and started driving out the back of the cave. They separated, keeping contact on their earpieces with Yeosang and the rest of the men that chose to wear them.

“I’m going to the right when we get out of here, you go to the left,” Jongho ordered.

“Roger,” San said, intently driving. 

Once they reached the entrance of the cave, Jongho took the first right and San did as he was told and took the left. They drove in opposite directions, searching for any of the Seven crew.

Jongho started closing in on the location of the mansion. “I’m about five minutes out,” he announced into his earpiece. “What’s your ETA, Viper?”

He received no response from San.

“Viper?” Jongho repeated, still with no response. “Ghost?”

“Yea?” Yeosang responded.

“I’m not getting any answers from Viper, can you check his location?” Jongho asked.

“He’s off the grid,” Yeosang announced.

“Oh fuck San!” Jongho snapped.  He took his phone out and dialed San’s number, which went right to voicemail.  

“I’m gonna go find him,” Jongho stated.

Jongho drove around until he located SAN’s vehicle parked on the side of the road. He got out to examine the abandoned car and saw what appeared to be blood on the driver’s door but there was no sign of San.  Panic instantly sets in.

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 ♠️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy

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Highway Home

Jazz and Kyle have a little chat about their brothers after the brothers in question leave the two of them stranded on the freeway and forced to walk home.

Based on the prompts: Jazz and Kyle are stuck wandering the freeway after their brothers show up and steal Kyle's car. [from @camels-pen], and “So how do you feel about the fact that ‘that Fenton kid’ always refers to your little brother, whose infamy has made him far more well-known in the school than you?” ...Maybe Jazz wants some crazy rumors too. [from @dragonsdomain]

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[Warning for death threats (to siblings), and a creepy guy showing up for a hot minutes, but thankfully Jazz and Kyle aren't stupid]

"Well that just happened," Kyle Weston said flatly as his car drove away with his brother and that Fenton kid inside, apparently chasing after something, although Kyle hadn't seen what.

He looked to his side where the other Fenton kid was standing with her arms crossed, looking only mildly annoyed, given the circumstances. She had been catching a ride with him back from the academic decathlon team victory party—they'd kicked Elmerton Central High's ass, and Jackie Calloway threw a huge party at his fancy house in Polter Heights to celebrate.

The party had been awesome, but Kyle wasn't really a night owl, so when Jazz—the team's MVP—said she was gonna head home early, and then her parents wouldn't pick up the phone, Kyle offered to give her a ride.

Now the two of them were standing on the side of the freeway as it grew steadily colder and darker. Which was... significantly less awesome than hanging out at Jackie Calloway's party.

Even so, the two of them knew their respective brothers well enough that a circumstance such as this was all but expected at this point.

"Guess we're walking home," Jazz said with a sigh.

Kyle groaned, but didn't outright complain as the two started to walk along the side of the freeway toward home. The cars on the road passed them at frighting speeds, throwing gusts of wind their way that did nothing to combat the rapidly cooling evening air.

"At least it's only one more exit," Jazz pointed out optimistically.

That one more exit was over a mile away, and they would have to walk the whole way like this. Kyle hadn't even had the chance to grab his jacket when Wes forced him out of his own car, yelling that it was some kind of emergency.

"Wes doesn't even have his driver's license yet," Kyle grumbled. Wes only had. a learner's permit because he spent all his time screwing around with Danny Fenton instead of doing driving lessons with Dad. "If he wrecks my car, I swear I'll kill him."

"I wonder what all the rush was," Jazz said thoughtfully. "They didn't exactly explain much when they kicked us out. I hope they'll be okay."

Kyle really didn't understand what Wes' deal was with the Fenton kid. It seemed like Wes hated him one day, but they were buddies the next, and then enemies again a week later. He hoped they either made out, or broke up, or whatever needed to happen to make the two of them chill out.

He looked over at Jazz again, and reminded himself for the second time that she was a Fenton kid, too. He wondered if it ever made her self-conscious, that even though she'd been going to Casper High for tree years compared to her brother's one, his reputation was so much more significant than hers.

Sure, pretty much everyone knew Jazz Fenton. Her tutoring list was substantial, so a lot of students even knew her personally, but if they didn't, most still knew of her. Kind, helpful, in line to be valedictorian, highest scorer ever on the CAT exam. But people knew Jazz in the back of their minds, whereas what they knew of her brother was front-and-center. His reputation spread far and wide, so basically everyone in town knew of him.

The passing cars had been too loud to let them carry a conversation, but when there was a lull in traffic, Kyle figured he might as well take the opportunity to ask while it was just the two of them.

"So hey... does it ever, like, bother you that when people say 'that Fenton kid', it always refers to your little brother?" he asked. "I mean like, how does it feel that his infamous reputation has made him way more well-known around school than you are?"

Jazz side eyed him, pulling her cardigan closer around her.

"I'd think of all people, you'd know," she replied. "Aren't you basically in the same situation with Wes? I don't think I've ever heard anyone say 'that Weston kid' and mean you."

"Fair point." He shrugged. "But still, I'm curious. Same situation, different people right. Maybe you feel differently about it than I do."

"Alright, I'll bite," she relented. "But you've gotta tell me your feelings on the matter so we can compare. Otherwise, it's not very scientific."

"Deal," Kyle agreed immediately.

Another car drove passed, and they paused their conversation until the Doppler effect had faded enough for them to be hear.

"So how do you feel about it?" Kyle prompted once it was gone.

Jazz looked into the distance, her lips pursed in consideration, and then she shook her head.

"I don't know really," she said. "I guess mostly I'm just concerned for my brother, you know? What if this reputation he's developed as a weirdo and a troublemaker follows him into college and his future career? What if it prevents him from being able to network with people, and make new friends? But also...."

"Yeah?" Kyle encouraged, sensing that this 'also' was gonna be pretty juicy.

"Well... maybe I want some crazy rumors too, you know?"

A car drove by right as she started to reply, and she had to yell to be heard.

Kyle put on an incredibly satisfied grin at that. He was right. That was a juicy 'also'.

She waited for the noise to fade before continuing.

"I mean, there are people at our school who genuinely, unironically believe that my brother's bladder can predict ghost attacks," she said. "How nuts is that? Your brother swears up and down that Danny is a ghost himself. And ever since all that pirate stuff, the entire freshman class thinks he's some kind of ghost hunting badass, even though he still gets bullied by the football players.

"There are people on the academic decathlon team—some of the smartest, most logical kids in school—who are completely convinced, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Danny is some kind of bad luck charm, because of a series of total coincidences that happened when he sat in on one of our practices. None of them were even remotely his fault, he was just waiting around so I could give him a ride home from school because he sprained his ankle.

"Obviously, I don't want people thinking I'm bad luck, but maybe something just a little weird going around about me would be fun," she finished. "Or make me seem like a little less of a goody-two-shoes at least."

"You want some kind of bad girl reputation?" Kyle teased.

"Well... no," Jazz said, half-shrugging and half nodding. "I like being a goody-two-shoes, but that's not all I am, you know? I can be just as creepy, and badass, and mysterious as Danny can." She punctuated her statement with a pout that was neither creepy, nor badass, nor mysterious.

Kyle shook his head and chuckled.

"To be honest, I don't get what the deal is with our school's obsessive ghost superstition," he said. "I've got a lot of friends online in gaming groups and I've never met anyone as adamant about the existence of ghosts as our classmates at school. I don't know if it's a gimmick, or some cultural thing I missed out on, or what, but it's so over the top."

Jazz laughed out loud, although, for the life of him, he couldn't tell if she was laughing with him or at him. She didn't say anything though.

He knew that she used to be just as much of a staunch skeptic as he was, but at some point in the last year, public opinion on the existence of ghosts had shifted dramatically, and he wasn't sure if her opinion had shifted with it or not. Even if she did believe in ghosts, at least she wasn't as much of a fanatic about it as everyone else was. At least she never spent an hour trying, unsuccessfully, to convince Kyle that ghosts were real.

"Alright, I've said my piece," she told him with a smile like she was humoring him. "Your turn. How do you feel about your brother being so much better-known around school than you are."

"Hmm...."

Kyle thought about it for a moment, his brows furrowed under the edge of his baseball cap. He probably should have thought about it before. It wasn't like he didn't know this was coming.

"I would have to say... I guess I'm like, half annoyed, and half relieved."

"Interesting," Jazz replied. "Elaborate."

Another car drove by, and they both shivered in the wind it blew their way. It was fully dark now, and Kyle was really regretting the fact that he hadn't thought to grab his Jacket when they got stranded.

When the chill passed, and the sound of the engine faded, Kyle chuckled to himself.

"Alright, sure," he allowed. "I'm annoyed because most of the people I talk to, when I mention Wes, they immediately recognize his name, and then they say they didn't even know he had a twin brother. So like, at least people know you exist, even if your brother's more well-known than you are.

"And I'm relieved because have you heard Wes' reputation?" Kyle all but snorted. "People think he's a total nut-case, some kind of raving mad conspiracy theorist. I'm much happier to wallow in anonymity than be the target of constant mockery. He's got such a reputation that people won't even believe him when he says something objectively cool.

"In computer class one time, a girl remarked that she hadn't seen any ducks at the pond in the park lately, and Wes said that was because they migrate south for the winter. Common knowledge, right? Except because it was Wes that said it, she opened a new tab and googled it right in front of him."

Jazz busted up with laughter. "Oh my god, really?"

"I swear to god," Kyle confirmed. "So yeah, if my choice is between obscurity and whatever Wes has got going on, I think I have the better end of the deal, honestly."

"Okay, I can see your point. At least for as wild a reputation as Danny has, his credibility is still pretty high."

"He did get featured in Genius Magazine," he remembered. "Some... gorilla thing, right? That'll boost anybody's credibility."

"Ha! Fair enough, yeah," she agreed. "Somehow, I always forget about that."

"Too bad my brother's just a doofus and not a genius," Kyle joked.

But Jazz didn't laugh at that, only smiled in such a way that was knowing as much as it was amused.

"I don't know," she said, and Kyle didn't like her tone as she said it. It wasn't... mocking exactly, but she spoke as if she knew something he didn't, and that bothered him. "Maybe he's just misunderstood."

"Maybe he's just a pain in the rear," he retorted with a scoff.

Another car came by, but this one slowed when it got close to them.

Kyle saw Jazz tense up, and he put himself between her and the strange vehicle, just in case.

A man leaned out the driver's side window to talk to them. "You kids need a ride?" he asked.

"No thanks," Kyle told him, smiling politely. "We haven't got much farther to go."

"Just the same, it's gettin' late," the man insisted. "I don't like the idea of two kids wandering the highway in the dark for any distance."

"And you like the idea of two kids climbing into a stranger's car any better?" Kyle raised an eyebrow. "If it's all the same to you, we'd rather take a mode of transportation that's guaranteed to get us where we want to go, instead of landing us dead and buried in the woods."

The man scowled. "Is that anyway to talk to a good Samaritan just trying to help?"

"What did you expect?" Jazz pitched. "You're a total stranger trying to pick us up off the side of the road even though we didn't indicate in any way that we were looking for a ride? You can't seriously be worried about us running into a creeper and not realize that you're acting like one, can you?"

Kyle glanced back at her and her thoroughly derisive look, impressed for a moment, before fixing his gaze back on the man, who scowled at the both of them, but pulled his head back in his car and drove off, grumbling the whole time. They waited until the man was a long way down the freeway before they started moving again.

"Damn, you sure told that guy," Kyle commended. "You can be badass."

Jazz flipped her hair for effect and rolled back her shoulders. "I did tell you, didn't I?"

"That you did."

"Now, come on. Our exit's just up ahead, let's take it before another creep drives by that we can only hope takes 'no' for an answer."

"Good call."

Their conversation faded as the two of them started to run ahead to the downtown Amity Park exit where they could finally get off the free way and onto the much safer surface roads.

Once they were back in town, they struck up a conversation about academic decathlon, and the computer camp Kyle went to, and the colleges Jazz had been touring lately as she chose where to apply.

Kyle's apartment was much closer than Jazz's place, but since it was already well after dark, he offered to walk her all the way home if she wanted. She thanked him, but politely declined, assuring him she could handle herself for a few blocks, and it wasn't a dangerous neighborhood. All the same, he asked her to shoot him a text when she got home so he wouldn't have to worry about her, and that, she did agree to.

He was just logging into his favorite online game, about ten minutes later, when the text came in from her, letting Kyle know she hadn't died on the way home.

It turned out Wes wasn't as stupid as Kyle thought he was, because he brought Kyle's car back in the same condition he'd taken it, and he'd even filled the tank. After examining it for scratches and dents, Kyle decided that his brother could live another day.

He asked Wes why he had taken it in the first place, of course. But Wes had replied with a long, convoluted story about the Fenton kid losing his powers and they needed it to chase after some evil, uber powerful ghost. After a couple of minutes, Kyle just cut him off and said he didn't need an elaborate lie and if Wes wanted it kept private so bad, he could just say so.

That, of course, made Wes irrationally angry, which was hilarious, and made the whole ordeal worth it in Kyle's opinion. He got to see his brother seethe, and he had a nice conversation with Jazz Fenton, so all in all, he couldn't even find it in him to be that mad about his car being stolen.

[sangorous]

𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

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genre/warnings: angst?/petty ex's, and whatnot idk tbh

evan buckley x black!fem!reader

It has been a while since Buck has been to the club. The last time he stepped foot in the club was during his playboy phase, which has been gone for almost three years.

Eddie had the great idea of taking Buck to the club. This was the perfect opportunity for Buck to forget about all of the relationships he has had. The idea seemed great at first. When they walked inside, they were drinking. He was talking to other women, bringing out the old Buck he knew. Yet that all changed when a familiar face walked inside.

It was [y/n]. The last thing he wanted was to see her. Yes, she did look beautiful, but he came to the club to clear his mind from her. A relationship that was good that quickly turned sour. He vowed to forget about her, but little did he know that would be a lie.

[y/n] couldn't lie. Buck looked amazing. He always did, but she couldn't fall for him tonight... Or she could. Yes, she was trying to avoid him, but she couldn't help herself from the plan she created. All she needed was a few drinks in her system, and she'd leave her friends behind.

"What is she doing here?" Buck groaned, looking at Eddie.

"Who?" but he answered his question when he quickly looked at [y/n].

"Forget that she's here. You've been on fire so far. So keep at it," Eddie patted his back, while he sighed and nodded his head.

Buck grabbed his drink and downed it before returning to the woman he was talking to earlier.

Their conversation was going great. The talking led to them dancing on the dance floor, and [y/n] wasn't happy. Seeing Buck with someone that wasn't her, did not sit right with her.

If this is how he wanted to act, the two could play this game. He knew that she would win when it came to being the pettiest. No one could ever top her.

Next to her was an attractive guy, she didn't know who he was but decided to dance with him, which was perfect because Wine Slow by Gyptian began to play. She placed the male's hands on her hips and began to wine her ass on him slowly. Feeling his grip become tighter. [y/n] felt a pair of eyes on her and she knew it was Buck, so she decided to keep eye contact with him. She stared him down while she was grinding on this random man.

Buck knew this was [y/n]'s way of getting into his head. He promised himself and Eddie that her mind games wouldn't work, but he could slowly feel himself getting sucked in. Closing his eyes could not help because every time he opened them up? Her eyes were piercing into his soul. Not only that, but she came closer and closer.

How would he move on from her if she was right there in his face? Dancing seductively. Staring into his eyes. Moving closer by the end of each song.

He knew that she didn't want him. Buck knew that seeing him with someone else made her mad. He knew that she didn't want him to move on from her, and if he was going to be honest... He couldn't. He came to the club to get away from her, not to see her again.

Partition by Beyoncé began to play, and that's when he couldn't anymore. Watching her dance on some stranger like he used to dance on him was his last straw.

He excused himself from the woman and walked over to [y/n]. Checkmate.

"Could I talk to her for a second?" Buck gave the male a fake smile while grabbing ahold of her wrist.

"Is this some kind of joke?" he stared at the woman.

"I don't understand what you're sayin'?" she tried her best not to smirk.

"Don't act stupid [y/n]" she heard the frustration in his voice.

"I just came here to have a good time. How was I supposed to know that you'd be here?" she gave him a slight pout.

"So you dancing all up on that guy, who you don't even know... While staring at me isn't one of your petty games?"

"Mmmm..." she trailed off.

"You're just doing this because you saw me with a girl..." he chuckled, causing that pout to disappear.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about?" Her eyes were facing the ground.

"Admit it, you started this because I was dancing with someone else. You wanted the attention on you... You don't like that I was with someone new..." he couldn't believe he had fallen for her trap.

"Don't go all silent on me now. You were just being bold..." He stepped closer to her.

A part of [y/n] didn't know what to do. She didn't think this far into her plan and wasn't expecting Buck to act like this. She was expecting the oblivious Buck who would follow her every move. She could feel herself becoming weak from him coming closer to her.

"You wanted all of this attention... and I'm giving it to you. don't look at the floor now..." his fingers were on her chin and he made sure she was looking at him.

She was sure he could feel her heartbeat as they stared at each other. [y/n] got his attention, and now she completely folded before him. Buck continued to step closer, never breaking eye contact with her. Their faces slowly started leaning in and before they knew it, their lips were against each other.

Buck knew this night would be filled with regrets, but he couldn't help himself. She was like a drug that he couldn't get enough of.

[subliminalbo]

Dirty Work: As Deep as You Can Go

Fuck this is bad, oh god, shit, fuck.

Okay, I know what you're thinking. Hot girl walks into an interview with the head of the Department of Psychology and immediately gets hypnotized. Total Romero cliche, I know. Fuck. This sucks.

What am I even doing here? I'm not qualified for a public relations internship! I should have known this was a setup. I should have run the second I saw I was interviewing with Dr. Fielding instead of some cat mom lady in administration. Is this job even in public relations? I hate it here.

"Can you hear me, Andrea?"

"Yes, Dr. Fielding."

Oooh fuck this feels weird. Was that my voice? How did she make me say that? How is she doing this?

Alright, calm down. Let's piece it together. Fuck. It literally just happened. Why can't I remember?

Okay. The interview was going fine, I remember that. I nailed it, even. Huge win after the CVS debacle. The interview was going fine and then...then what? Dr. Fielding says,

"This feels like a good fit, Andrea. But I do have one more line of questions for you."

And I say...what did I say?

"Hit me, doc."

"For these questions, Andrea, I need you to go deeper."

Ohhhh fuuck! That was it, wasn't it? Some kind of trigger. It didn't take me immediately, but it did something. My shoulders straightened and I started listening. I turned off my smart ass charm and just let her inside my goddamn head.

How did she say it next?

"Just focus on me now, Andrea. Breathe. Breathe and listen."

And I repeated it like her fucking parrot. I couldn't stop focusing. I couldn't stop listening.

"Breathe and listen."

"I want you to think of the deepest place you've ever been to, Andrea. That place you go to when you need to shut out the rest of the world. I want you to think about that place, and then I want you to go even deeper."

"Deeper."

How did the trigger even work on me? Must have been something she planted. Must have been working me the entire interview. Could have been anything. That way she spoke, that way she tapped on her keyboard, that way she kept repeating my name.

It's all so suspect now. It couldn't have just been one thing. It was everything.

All about this. All about getting me here. Trapped down here as deep as my mind goes. Leaving me open, mindless, obedient

"Compliant, pliable, agreeable. Can you be all of that for me, Andrea?"

"Yes...

Dr. Fielding.

"Now I want you to come back to me, Andrea. I want you to climb out of that place so deep, deeper than you've ever gone, deeper than you knew even existed. But first I want you to find every part of you that still resists this, every part of you that doubts the power that I hold over you. I want to find that part of yourself, Andrea, and I want you to leave it down there, forever. So deep down there that you'll never find it again."

Doesn't feel so bad...down here forever...down here so deep where I never have to worry, or question, or think. Never have to think ever again. Never. Forever.

The world seemed to blink with Andrea's eyes. One moment she was answering Dr. Fielding's questions, and the next she was standing, shaking the professor's hand. She didn't know why she was smiling. She didn't know what had just happened. She asked the first, stupid question that came to her mind.

"So...I got the job?"

"Yes," Dr. Fielding smiled back. She stepped around the desk, placing her hand on Andrea's back, and she began to walk her toward the door. "Of course it's only part time. You'll work on a contingent basis. As needed."

"How often is that?" Andrea blinked again. She felt like she had a hangover.

"Oh, it's hard to say. Campus incidents seem to be more frequent these days, hence the need for your position. Of course Dean Pierce and I are relying on your discretion while you're employed with his office. Everything you do will be strictly confidential. I'm assuming you're comfortable with payment under the table."

"Sure," Andrea said slowly, still catching up to the conversation. She wanted the extra cash, but it was hard to imagine there wasn't some communications major who was more qualified for the job.

As Andrea stepped through the door into the hallway, Dr. Fielding snatched her by the wrist. Andrea yelped in surprise. Her skin was soft, but her touch was numbing like a snake bite. Why did she suddenly feel like putty in this woman's hands?

"Andrea," Dr. Fielding called out.

"Yes, Dr. Fielding," Andrea said without a thought.

"The money is only a perk. Never forget the real reason you're here."

There was no hesitation this time.

"I have no choice," Andrea's words came out slow, deliberate, a truth from the absolute bottom. As low as she could go. "I am a loyal student of Carpenter State University. I proudly serve Dean Pierce. I must protect the legacy of this great institution."

I must obey.

[hozaloza]

Cool little predict/scenario (spoilers ig)

What if the group escapes with the help of the Crane group (except Ashlyn ig... she'll be going through some shit with Maverick kind of staying by her side, evil or empathy idk), and each kid is with the Crane Group member who matches them the best: Ashlyn- Maverick

Aiden- Mr. Thomas

Ben- Blondie (that is, if he does get his name drop, btw I'm gonna consider a character having a name mean they are important to the story)

Taylor- Jasmine

Tyler- Ryan

Logan- Alex

And they're all just kinda on the run from the bigger organization. I like to think each kid has different feelings based on who they got with.

Ashlyn is stuck in this strange comatose phase, following phantoms around to figure out how to get out of this sleep. She senses Maverick nearby but can't do much about him. Although, she senses strange calmness every time he's around (He's speaking comforting words to her, hoping she could hear them, and let it be known he's there for her... omg uncle figure y'all?? FOUND FAMILY AU BABY-). Maverick is just sort of sitting by Ashlyn, observing her to see when she'll wake up, wondering why he came to this point in life (redemption arc baby).

Aiden doesn't trust Mr. Thomas at first, refusing to believe he and him are similar. But after some exposure, he finally understands the similarities, and feels seen by the teacher. They do... a lot of stupid shit while on the run (All those poor billboards man). Thomas also has to keep Aiden close to him in case the phantom tries taking control. Although he does treat Aiden to skateboarding and cool events (which they half the time end up having to leave early because Crane members)

Ben is hesitant to talk to Blondie, not wanting to speak to him. But he notices how Blondie doesn't really look like he wants to talk either, but forces himself to so he could communicate important information either way, and starts to slowly communicate with Blondie (with paper). They bond over the fact that they both don't like communicating with their voice, and Blondie thought giving Ben some speech therapy could help him out. He works with him often, while they relax in calming picnic spots or fields.

Taylor literally will refuse to talk to Jasmine the first 3 days, both out of fear and frustration (She probably has PTSD bc of this woman). Jasmine won't force her to talk, simply asking questions that require head nods or shakes. After 4 days, Jasmine gives Taylor a nice little trip to the Mall Of Georgia, seeing if there was a possibility to contact her brother (who was with Ryan) so they could talk after so long. She let her roam a little bit, with a good amount of cash to treat herself. Taylor does some shopping, not really having fun since she was alone, but she overall got a good change of clothes, meaning she didn't have to wear Jasmine's stuff anymore. While exiting from the food court, she stood there for a second, observing a group of friends having a fun time, not having to go through the hell she was in. She pulled the hood over her head, just wishing things could go back to at least the simpler times. However, she was unaware of the fact that a Higher-Up crane was attempting to sneak up on her. But luckily, Jasmine had been driving up the car to the entrance and planning on waiting for Taylor, when she saw this. Without thought, she drove full speed and hit the Crane Member. Taylor was caught off-guard, and realized what had been happening. "Get in!" Jasmine yelled in a panic. Taylor quickly threw her bags inside, closing the door, and Jasmine sped off. [Side note- Some kids who knew Taylor recognized her, and it spread around the school like crazy]

Tyler is straight up being sassy with this man. Insulting his bald ass head (Insults is his coping mechanism fr), and not really cooperating half the time (Phantom is starting to affect him, so). Although, when he is calm, he generally learns about Ryan, and they discuss about their similarities (Like them being both Hispanic, although Ryan is also mixed Vietnamese). He takes Tyler around the state, giving him a little break from the madness, also making sure he has a safe place to be at night for when it hits 12:00am. (He took him fishing once, safe to say he's never doing it again.)

Logan already got along with Alex, so he's just discussing about plans to get back with the group. However, Alex encourages him to take breaks every once in a while, by taking him stargazing on multiple occasions. He also does calming activities with Logan, like touring museums or having nice little snacks by ponds. They also grow close to each other, treating one another like family (FOUND FAMILY AU BABYYY)

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Yes, Taylor's was kinda long. I thought of this concept bc of her, let the child have it. Anyways, hope you like this little ramble I had that actually involved all the kids 💪💪 Bye bye (Prob more coming soon, lmao I'm gonna go insane this hiatus. Red hope you're doing good though, take a break if you need it)

[akisunlovesnalu]

When the World Revolves Around You <3

By the time the calendar hits day 31, he’ll know her like the back of his hand. (Or: Lucy is extremely popular and widely known throughout all of Fiore thanks to her father. So why the hell doesn't this pink haired jerk have a clue about who she is?)

Chapter 4:

Lucy stood at the door of the nurses office, her hands practically glued to the door handle as Natsu situated himself inside, an ice pack pressed to the burn. The room was small. Her fathers office was almost 3 times as large but this room felt… nicer. More homey than her fathers office could ever be.

The cozy atmosphere of the room however, couldn’t disguise the awkward energy between the two. They had been stuck in a heated silence since the incident in the chemistry classroom and it was clear that neither one of them wanted to be the first one to own up to their mistakes…

But Lucy knew better than to let the air clear itself. She was taught to handle problems diplomatically, no matter how avidly she preferred to ignore them. She may be stubborn, but she was not an insensitive ass. It was time for her to step up and be the bigger person, even if that meant apologizing to the boy who’s done nothing but insult her all day.

She didn’t even care about her stupid promise or her dumb plans anymore. She didn’t care that a trip to the principal's office could mean isolation from society because of her father. Truthfully, she just wanted the heavy pit in her stomach to go away so that she could breathe again. The girl took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the nurse's office.

“Natsu-”

“I’m sorry.”

Forced to stop mid sentence, Lucy's mouth was held agape. “What…” She tried to speak but the words had somehow clogged her throat.

“I’m sorry, Lucy.” Natsu looked up at her, his legs crisscrossed on the bed. As the words continued to stay lodged in her throat, the wind blew in from the open window, moving the hair out of his eyes and properly painting the boy's somber expression.

For the second time in the last week, Lucy felt her breath stutter. Too distracted by the fact that he had just called her by her name… By the fact that Natsu had just called her Lucy , she had almost failed to hear the rest of his apology.

“I probably shouldn’t have brought gasoline to class… that was pretty stupid of me. And you aren’t a privileged jerk.” he turned to the side, muttering to himself, “You’re just a weirdo. ”

Thankfully Lucy hadn’t heard him, too stunned by his apology.

“I-”  She breathed. “I’m… sorry too.”

“I know.” 

“I was kind of rude to you too… I didn’t mean to imply that you were stupid.”

“I know.”

“I um… I tend to throw that word around… a lot .”

His mouth twitched a small smile. “ I know. ”

She felt herself smiling back.

Well… this was certainly an interesting turn of events. In every single scenario she had played throughout her mind, none of them ended or even started with Natsu apologizing. Perhaps… Lucy had misjudged him. Him and his charming smile. She preferred that look over the one he was giving her earlier… 

The pit in her stomach was quickly easing up, replaced by another foreign giddy feeling. “Let's… take a look at your arm.” She spoke, grabbing the first aid kit on the desk and sitting down next to him on the bed. He gave her a questioning look as she opened the kit and began inspecting the inside.

“I can do it y’know.” Natsu offered. “I’m no stranger to patching myself up after an accident.”

Lucy looked up in confusion. “What do you-” Her memory flashed to their first meeting. The way he had so gallantly rescued her from a crowd of crazed fans… on his skateboard.

“Oh.” She said, shaking herself out of her stupor. “Well, I'll do it. It’s kind of my fault that you got hurt in the first place…”

Natsu admittedly had no counter argument for that. He eyed her wearily one more time. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course!” Lucy looked up from the box, confidently holding up a bandage wrap. “You aren’t the only one experienced in patching up an injury.”

HIs eyes widened in surprise and worry before the girl realized her mistake. “Don’t worry!” she hurriedly steadied his arm. “It was just another part of my studies.”

“Your studies?” He raised a teasing brow.

Lucy rolled her eyes and began applying a cream onto the wound, apologizing when Natsu flinched. 

“My health tutor thought it’d be good to know how to handle any kind of injury. You know… Just in case.”

“Well lucky us.” Natsu quipped, cracking a smile. “You get to put that practice to good use and I get to be treated by the world's best doctor.”

“And don’t you forget it.” Lucy winked, pinning the last of the gauze on his burn. She held her hand on the wound for a moment longer, feeling insanely guilty for being the cause of it. 

“Well doc, am I gonna make it?” The boy asked when she hesitated on releasing his arm.

“O-of course!” Lucy flung his arm out of her grasp. “But unfortunately, I’m not permitted to prescribe you any medication.”

“Well,” he tapped his chin in thought. “I heard that exposure to the culprit helps wounds heal quicker.” He offered.

Lucy decidedly liked the casual rhythm to their conversation. Natsu was more amusing then he first let on.

“And where did you hear that?” The girl played along, moving off of the bed to put the first aid kit back where she found it..

Natsu grinned. “The smartest man in the world of course! And he says that Lucy Heartfilias must take responsibility by sitting with the patient…at lunch tomorrow.”

Lucy bit her lip to hide the smile slowly creeping onto her face. “So you do know my name.” she raised a brow.

“Yeah.” Natsu got shy all of a sudden. “And since you already repaid me, it’s my turn.”

The girl made a noise of question as his expression suddenly grew serious. “I really am sorry for how I treated ya. I guess this burn was kinda deserved.” He chuckled.

Lucy caught herself frowning at this, glancing down at the gauze covering his bicep again. “Of course it wasn’t! I’m the one who-”

“Let's start over.” Natsu interrupted. Climbing off the bed and standing close… so close that Lucy was sure he heard her irregular heart beat. 

The boy held out his hand. “Will you be my friend, Lucy?” He asked as if Lucy could say no to that! As if he was aware how weak that smile suddenly made her feel. Lucy felt her face grow hot even though she’d technically only known him for about 4 days, 14 hours 27 minutes and 8 seconds…

Technically .

She had no choice but to grab a hold of his hand and ignore the shiver that it sent down her spine when they touched. “I would love to be your friend, Natsu.”

She was unable to contain how wide her smile was at that moment, and frankly she didn't care much. Because Natsu Dragneel was smiling back just as wide.

-X-

The principal's office wasn’t as scary as she had chalked it up to being. Maybe it was Natsu’s warm presence beside her that had eased her nerves. Or maybe it was the fact that the principal was 2 feet shorter than her. 

Either way, the two of them had only received a stern talking to that Natsu completely ignored in favor of doodling on his arm. Lucy had left the office to Natsu animatedly retelling a fight he apparently won against Gray. And she had left the school, offering a wave to the boy, a wide grin permanently stuck on her face.

Once she arrived home, happily greeting Ms. Spetto and Horologium at the entrance, the girl ran straight for her room, throwing her bag on the bed and slamming the door behind her. She readily pulled out her phone, wincing at the worried texts from Levy.

With her contact name in sight, Lucy clicked the call button and held the phone up to her ear.

“Levy?”

“Lu!” The shorter girl answered after one ring. “Are you okay? I can’t believe that idiot blew up another experiment. He always does this-”

“Woah calm down Levy, I’m fine!” Lucy giggled a little at her friend's antics. She was such a worry wart. “Actually I’m more than fine.”

She could practically see Levy’s teasing eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Lucy rolled her eyes, sitting down on the window seat and staring down at the bustling city below. “We may have started off on the wrong foot… I kept calling him stupid and he assumed I was a ‘privileged jerk’-his words not mine.”

Levy sounded confused when she asked, “Natsu said that?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s strange… He’s not usually so quick tempered, believe it or not.” The girl scoffed. “Well, unless it comes to Gray.”

“I bet.” Lucy found herself giggling remembering how the two jumped up on the lunchroom tables earlier that day only to be knocked off by a very pretty red-haired girl. “Anyways, we went to the nurses office and sorted it out. I’m eating with him at lunch tomorrow!”

“Congrats Lu!” The blue haired girl cheered her on from the other end of the phone. “Man, you’re almost as obsessed with Natsu as Juvia is with Gray.”

“ Except for the fact that Juvia is madly in love with Gray and I simply want to pursue a friendship.” The blond huffed.

“Oh, so now we moved on to friendship?” 

Lucy didn’t like the teasing lilt of her tone. She could picture Levy’s wide toothed raised brow expression so vividly it was almost like the girl was directly in front of her.

“W-well of course!” She struggled to keep her face cool. “Natsu seems like a good guy. Perfect friend material.”

“So he’s no longer a pink haired, pig headed, no good jer-”

“No!” She snapped. “He’s Natsu and he’s my friend and we’re gonna have lunch together tomorrow and I’m going to tell him all about myself and he’s going to be so shocked and embarrassed about not knowing me before and Operation: Make this rude no-longer-stranger know me like I know me better than… me?”

“Operation: Make Natsu know me as well as I know myself in one month's time?” Levy offered.

“ Thank you . Operation: Make Natsu know me as well as I know myself in one month's time’ Will succeed before the end date and I will be victorious!” Lucy finished with a maniacal cackle.

The line went silent while she recollected herself, a smug satisfied grin on her face.

“Sure thing, Lu.” Levy sighed tiredly. “I’m gonna let you be a psycho in peace, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye Levy!” The Heartfilia girl smiled, blowing a kiss and hanging up the phone. 

Lucy then stood from her seat at the window, mischievously staring down the calendar beside it. She tugged away the pen attached to it, and gleefully crossed off today's date.

“One down, 25 to go!”

She placed the pen back in its place and pulled a notebook out of her school bag, deciding it was time to focus on something she actually enjoyed. The creative writing class she had taken with her best friend was some of the most fun she’s had since learning trigonometry.

As Lucy blissfully scribbled out a short story at her desk, absentmindedly humming to herself, she failed to notice the 2 pairs of eyes peeking in on her, warm smiles on both of their faces.

Horologium silently shut the door and ushered Ms.Spetto away. His eyes crinkled in amusement. “Lets let her be.”

Ms.Spetto dusted her hand off on her apron, offering the old man an appreciative glance. “I haven't seen her this happy in a very long time… thank you.”

“Think nothing of it.”

Horologium set off down the hallway, gripping his hands behind his back as a woman with blond hair and kind eyes flashed through his memory.

“It’s what Layla would have wanted…”

CH 1 - CH 2 - CH 3 - Ch 4 - CH 5

[sunnyie-eve]

29 | Trust

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: light smut, first time

| MASTERLIST |

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Agent McCall attempts to question Stiles, Scott, Julia, Lydia, and Kira about the incident at the power plant. The whole time Stiles continues to one-up Scott's dad while Sheriff Stilinski attempts to hide his amusement.

Agent McCall then recounts the events adding a one detail that wasn't readily apparent at the time someone left the message for William Barrow on the blackboard in the chemistry classroom.

As the questioning goes nowhere, the Sheriff sums up the situation saying that the kids were in the right place at the right time and Kira is alive because of them.

Dropping the sisters off at home, Stiles stops Julia before she shuts the door behind Lydia, who was walking towards the door.

"Huh?"

"About what Scott told me last night... It was about when y'all kissed." He says so she motions for Lydia to go inside without her.

"Why were you guys talking about that?" She awkwardly laughs.

"At first we were talking about why you didn't want to help prank Coach and then I got curious why he kisses you. So I asked him."

"And he said?" She gets back in the jeep to talk since she was curious as well.

"He didn't know why but I knew he was lying. He then said it's because you're not unattractive. And it wasn't to get over Allison like I asked. So I kept asking him why because in the past he thought I liked you... so I was curious if he thought that why kiss you. I know he couldn't blame a full moon like he did with Lydia."

"Honestly I don't even know why he did." She tells him.

"He kissed you because he could and he wanted to. He found you attractive. And y'all could have done a lot more than kiss but you stopped him. Is that last part true?"

"Yeah, something could have happened but I did stopped him. I don't want my first time with just anyone. I want it to be with someone I trust. And yeah, I trust Scott but it's not the same kind of trust. That's why I never did anything with Isaac as well." She explains to him, "I know that sounds a bit stupid." She laughs at herself.

"No, it doesn't. I completely get it. Honestly, I want that for you. I don't need anyone hurting your feelings because then that means I have to kick someone's ass." He says in a serious tone making her laugh.

"You kick someone's ass?" She laughs at him.

"You know what?" He starts to drive off with her still in the jeep, "I'm kidnapping you for that." He takes off.

"I get the right side of the bed then." She didn't have a problem with that.

While laying in bed cuddling trying to fall asleep Julia's hear stops beating while Stiles whispers next to her ear, "I really want to kiss you right now."

"E-excuse me?" She whispers turning to look at him lost.

"Isaac and Scott have kissed you and you didn't mind."

"I-I- I mean they did but Stiles..." She was lost for words.

"What's different with me?" He asks her slightly hurt.

"So many things..." She whispers as he cups her face.

When his lips finally met hers again, they were sure time had stopped. Julia had felt a set of goosebumps rise on her skin as she kissed Stiles back eagerly, and they both smiled into the kiss when Stiles suddenly moved back.

He moves to where Julia was flat on her back as he climbed in between her legs before kissing her again.

He couldn't believe that he was actually kissing. Stiles ground their crotches together, which ripped a loud moan from her. She turned her head away, embarrassed by what just happened.

"Stiles," She tries to move away from him so he sits back moving away from her.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes to her as she had tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry for making you uncomfortable."

"You didn't... it just... I don't want to make us awkward. I don't know what I would do if we drifted apart. I'm so much closer to you than to them." She explains wiping her tears away.

"Julia, there's no way we could ever drift apart. Plus, I made the move to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you since you stopped my panic attack at school." He now wipes a tear away so she leaned forward, reconnecting their lips.

She felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. A lump in her throat that she didn't know was there dissipated, and when Stiles started kissing her back, she finally wrapped her arm around his neck. Stiles deepened the kiss, asking for permission with his tongue, which she happily granted.

Stiles groaned into her mouth when he finally got to kiss her the way he wanted to for so long, and when she pushed her hips up to grind against him, he swore he lost his sanity. His hands traveled down her sides and under his shirt, where they settled on her waist.

"Can I take this off?" He referred to his shirt on her.

"Umm, I'm not wearing a bra at the moment..." She leans back to look at him, "And if I let you take off the shirt... you'll be the first guy to ever see me there without one."

"Oh, if-if that's makes you uncomfortable then we can totally leave it on. I don't mind." He makes sure she knows he's okay with that.

Julia closes her eyes taking a deep breath in before removing the shirt herself then slightly covers part of her chest with one hand. Stiles takes her hand in his own slowly moving, removing it from her chest. He leaned back down and started spreading small pecks along her neck and down to her collarbone.

Julia could feel Stiles smile into her skin. His hand slowly traveled down her body, settling onto her hips and pushing them back down into the mattress.

Julia hands tucked slightly at Stiles' shirt, signaling that she wanted it off; he sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt above his head. Stiles' hands were back on her thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs that made her legs twitch.

"Do you want me to stop? We don't have to go further," Stiles asked. "Honestly, this was already way more than I ever expected to happen. You don't -"

Julia giggled as she noticed Stiles was starting to get into a nervous ramble. "Stiles, calm down, you're fine, I don't want to stop."

"Okay, good, good, but tell me if I need to stop. I will I prom-"

"Stiles!" She whispered yells his name, "Will you please shut up and get back here?" She reached her arms out to him, signaling to him that she wanted him back on too of her.

Stiles smiled as he leaned back down, capturing her lips in another kiss. Both of them hadn't planned this, and neither one of them knew how to make the next move. They both knew they wanted more.

"This would be easier if one of us wasn't a virgin." Stiles whispers as he slowly moved his hand that was still on her thigh a little higher.

Julia let a small moan escape her lips, which was swallowed by Stiles as he kept kissing her. He undid the tie of his sweatpants she was wearing.

"Stiles, please," She whimpered against his lips.

He starts to pull her pants down so she lifted her hips for him to make it easier, and when they were finally off, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling her soft skin.

Julia sits up to push Stiles slightly so he would lay on his back but he sat up shaking his head no, "No, come here." He pulled her towards him onto his lap into another kiss.

Stiles' hands roamed over her body and settled on her ass; he pushed her hips down to grind harder against him as she was still mostly hovering over him, unsure whether she should put her whole weight on him.

When Stiles finally felt Julia let go and sink down on his lap he moved one of his hands from her ass to between their bodies where he pulled her panties aside.

"Are you sure about this? Seriously?" Stiles asks to make sure.

"I'm 100% sure, Stiles."

"You really trust me?" He smiles as their eyes lock.

"Of course I trust you." She says as he lines himself up with her as she lays in her back and he gets above her.

Stiles slowly pushed in, making sure not to hurt her. He stayed still for a moment, just taking in her beautiful face and the feeling while she adjusts to him.

Julia stars to move her hits slightly to let him know he could move. He immediately found the right spots that had her moaning under him.

~

Both were rudely awakened by Stiles' alarm letting them know to get up for school, "Stiles get up!" Noah yells out in the hall causing both to immediately sprang into action, getting their clothes back on, just as they had finished putting on their clothes and pulling one of Stiles shirts down, the sheriff entered the room. He looked surprised, expecting to only find Stiles.

"Morning Noah." Julia gives him a smile.

"Thought Stiles dropped you and Lydia off last night?" He laughs.

"Yeah, but we decide to have a last minute sleepover." She laughs, "Plus I like last minute sleepovers because I get to wear comfortable clothes to school the next day." She messes with Stiles' shirt on her.

"Just get to school you two." He leaves them alone.

Julia rubs her face walking to the bathroom to do her hair while Stiles got things ready to go then they both met at his jeep.

Parking at school the two just sit in the jeep still haven't said a word to each other since waking up, "You okay this morning?" Stiles speaks up first to check in her.

"Umm sore but I'm fine. Thank you for asking." She manages to look at him with a smile, "By the way, I'm very honored to be your first."

Stiles lets out a loud laugh, "Please, I'm honored that you trusted me." They both get out and walk inside.

"Class starts in five minutes. Just because there's no power don't expect there to be no school." Coach walks the halls with his megaphone.

"That was a triple negative. Very impressive, Coach." Stiles tells him so he pretty much thanks him while Julia walks off towards class.

"What the hell happened last night? You never came inside." Lydia joins her side as they walk.

"Oh, last minute sleepover since we started talking about something in front of the house." Julia smiles.

"And that would be?" Lydia picks up her pace since Julia did.

"Why Scott kissed me during the summer."

"Wait, you and Scott kissed?!" Lydia almost shouts.

"Well, made out but yes. I don't know why I did but I stopped it from going further because I wanted it with some I trust."

Lydia grabs Julia arms to stop her, "Wanted? You mean want."

"Huh, yeah." Julia releases she slipped.

"Julia..." Lydia keeps eye contact with her, "That's why you're practically glowing this morning. You and Stiles hooked up!" She shouts so Julia covers her mouth.

"Will you shut up! It happened but it's nothing." Julia moves her hand going to class while Lydia just stands there.

"You trying to become a statue?" Stiles laughs passing Lydia so she looks at him with a smile, "You okay?" He asks her.

"I'm fine, are you fine?"

"Yeah, I great." He laughs at her.

"I bet you are." Lydia giggles walking away before turning back around, "Oh, and I swear to god... If you hurt her feelings, I'll make your life living hell." She turns back around so Stiles chases after her.

"What are you talking about, Lydia?"

"Please, it's obvious something happened last night between you and Julia. You're both glowing this morning and can't stop smiling." She gives him a look, "If you somehow mess up y'all's friendship, I'm gonna be piss. Because she never been so happy and comfortable with someone." She leaves him.

Later in the day walking towards her locker, Aiden goes up to Julia with a smile, "Can I help you?" She eyes him.

"Yes, you can."

"How so? You want me to talk to Lydia?" She puts some books away.

"Not exactly. Danny is having this party and mentioned a place he can hold it. I was wondering if you would like to help decorate Derek's place." He asks her.

"Derek's loft? You want to use his place for Danny's party? He'll lose his mind if he finds out."

"But he won't." He smiles.

"Are you only helping Danny because Lydia only sees you helping kill Boyd? Look, it's going to be hard getting over that bump in the road. She likes you but you have to work for it.... From your heart." She adds giving him a look.

"Will you help or not, Julia?" He groans.

"Fine, I'll help. I have nothing else planned and Stiles hasn't tried dragging me into anything yet." She gives him.

"Thank you so much!" He picks her up hugging her, "You're the best." He points walking off as Stiles walks up confused.

"What since Lydia won't give him another chance, he's moved onto you now?"

"What, no. He asked me to help decorate for Danny's party he's helping with so I said yes." She closes her locker laughing.

"You really made plans with Aiden?" Stiles says disgusted.

"And Ethan with Danny. Plus I had a free schedule." She says since it was no big deal to her.

"What if something comes up?"

"Y'all will be fine without me for a night." She pats his back before walking away:

[birb-boyo]

HOW DID THE CHAIN MEET IN YOUR STEVEN UNIVERSE AU???

HOW DID TIME BECOME…TIME?!

ARE THE GODDESSES THE DIAMONDS? AND IF THEY ARE ARE THEY LIKE THE DIAMONDS IN THE SHOW???

WHAT IS RAVIO?? IS HE LIKE- A GEM THAT WAS CUT FROM THE SAME CRUST/KINDERGARTEN AS LEGEND???

TELL ME ABOUT IT SAHDE

OKAY

HELLO(I just got from my nap, sorry for the wait)

FOR THE FIRST QUESTION

All heroes, instead of having a triforce, they have a shard of First’s gem, also called the Shards of Courage. These shards are made of basically just Light because that was Hylia’s parting gift, to make his shards shine brighter than the morning sky. Ask the chain, except Sky, they fucking hate it. It’s Sky’s nightlight by the way. It’s like a naturally made flash bang. It’s an activation thing, so it’s not always there.

I don’t know why I explained that last part but whatever.

I actually haven’t thought about how they met, but I suppose we could stick with the iconic dream montage. Like, they all pass out randomly and suddenly First is talking to them like, “Hyrule needs her heroes to assemble and-“ blah blah blah

A lot of them probably ignore him, but some days later, when they all end up through a portal, surrounded by each other with their bright ass shards, they definitely believe the magic dream man.

SECOND QUESTION

Time is a fusion between Fierce and Mask

I should also clarify that Majora and Fierce were never masks, their gems were put in stasis. Skull Kid and Mask were able to gem those gems out of stasis(I didn’t think about how yet) and I guess the final fight was like a Pokemon fight and I love that idea so much but it’s also so stupid-

SO WHAY HAD HAPPENED WAS, AFTER THE BIG TERMINA FIASCO,

Mask and Fierce were going to part ways, but Fierce has been in stasis for so long, he knew that the surface had changed. Not only that, but being in stasis for so long made him weak. It made Majora and Fierce weaker than they used to be.

So Mask, still in a existential crisis, was like “we can be travelers together then” because mask didn’t want to seem like he used Fierce (even though he kinda did) so he offered to be travelers together with Fierce.

My boy Fierce took that “together” the wrong way and kinda forced Mask to fuse with him.

THEN BOOM, TIME EXISTS

Mask is kind of shaken like, “What the fuck?”

Fierce is kinda like, “Isn’t this what you meant?”

Mask is like, “No!” Mask then uses they mirror shield. “I mean…”

So now they’ve been fused for a good while. They also just feel safer inside the fusion because they know that if one fumbles, the other has their back.

I also have a feeling that no gem truly knows what it means to be married, so when marriage was proposed to Time, he was kinda just-🧍🏼‍♂️

Then Malon(I’m keeping her human…hylian) explained it sort of like, “Marriage is like promising to be best friends forever-“

“Then me and Fierce are married?”

“NO-“

THIRD QUESTION

I would give the Goddesses Diamonds. Nayru gets Blue, Farore gets Yellow, Din gets White, Hylia gets Pink.

Hylia gets pink because she is all over the place. But she is actually shattered too. She shattered herself after First got shattered so her shards(Shards of Wisdom) could be beside First’s for all eternity. You know Demise’s hating ass shards(Shards of Power) are also there, tearing shit up🥰🥰🥰

The other diamonds, Nayru, Farore, and Din, just monitor what the shard wielders are doing and making sure Hyrule doesn’t fall in on itself.

FORTH QUESTION

Yes, Ravio was born in the same Kindergarten as Legend. The same hole too. He was made after Legend though and came out “deformed”. Physically, Ravio doesn’t look really deformed, but other amethysts disagree. He’s skinnier and weaker and far more in the mind(smarter) than he should be.

That being said, my boy did not have fun while trying to serve his diamond. So he ran away. He attempted many times to run away, in turn, he was kind of tortured by his “siblings”. Don’t worry, there’s no crack, but other amethyst would forgive and forget in a solid three human years, but Ravio? Those nights are engraved into him gem.

In order to truly escape, he had the help of an opal(Hilda) they kinda just hang out together until they find another amethyst(Legend) on earth and started spying on him and WOW ANOTHER GAME INCOMING

Kinda dropped backstory there whoopsie😅

@the-cucco-nuggie :D

[morgannite22]

Through Sickness and Health

Ship: Momonoki/Kalego

The typical day for Kalego was always a stressful one, ranging from the misfits acting up to the other teachers getting on his nerves. He even considered it a decent enough day if the Chairdemon Sullivan didn't put him up to something stupid. Unfortunately; this day was anything but typical for Kalego. He woke up feeling quite feverish and his throat sore, yet he still dragged his stubborn ass to school.

Sitting in the faculty room prepping his lesson plans, he began to cough.

“You okay there Kalego-kun,” a sweet and kind voice could be heard coming from beside him.

Looking up, Kalego could see Momonoki looking at him with a concerned look on her face. “I-I’m fine,” Kalego said, his voice more gruff than normal.

Momonoki could feel her face heating up at the sight of a sick Kalego. The flush upon his face and the gruffness of his voice sent her heart racing and thoughts racing through her head. ‘Not now Momonoki!’ She yelled at herself in her head. “You aren’t looking very well. You should go to the nurse's office.”

“I said I was fi-,” Kalego had tried to say before he began to cough again. The coughing had begun to make his chest hurt and he debated on taking Momonoki’s advice. The thought of going home to his bed away from all the stress of Babyls seemed very appealing to him.

Momonoki felt herself grow even more concerned. She tried rubbing Kalego’s back hoping to ease the coughing a bit. “Here, I’ll take you to the nurse's office,” she said while helping Kalego stand up.

Kalego tried to push her away, not wanting to seem weak. He was the Guard dog of Babyls of Delkira’s sake, he couldn't let himself be seen so weak. Although; the second he pushed away from Momonoki’s hold he found himself overcome with dizziness. As he was about to fall, soft hands had caught him.

“Let’s get you to the nurse's office Kalego-kun,” Momonoki said, leaving no room for Kalego to argue. She wrapped an arm around Kalego’s back and kept him steady as she guided him to the nurse's office. While on the way to the nurse's office students and other faculty members looked at them weirdly, some even trying to take pictures, but a glare from the ever-so-kind Momonoki made them stop instantly. Once they reached the nurse's office Momonoki led Kalego inside and laid him on one of the beds.

The whole time on the way to the nurse's office Kalego had felt embarrassed from all the looks from others, but seeing Momonoki put a stop to it all made his heart race in a way he was unfamiliar with. Being laid on one of the beds, Kalego watched Momonoki walk away to fetch the nurse.

A few minutes later the nurse walked in with Momonoki following closely behind with an anxious look on her face. The nurse took his temperature and checked him over then proceeded to tell him he was indeed sick, which he already knew, but then told him he should go home for the day. The nurse then walked away, leaving Momonoki and Kalego in the office by themselves.

Kalego tried to sit up, but a way of dizziness overcame him. He felt Momonoki’s hands press him back down to the bed. “I need to go,” he said weakly.

“I don’t think you could make it back to the dorms in this condition by yourself,” Momonoki said, stating the obvious. Suddenly; an idea came to her, ‘What if I took him home? That means I get to see what his room looks like and perhaps maybe he’ll even let me nurse him back to health!’ She thought to herself. She felt her face start to heat up at the thought of being able to take care of Kalego. “How about I take you home,” she asked, trying her best to keep her tone steady and innocent sounding.

“Huh,” was all Kalego said as he looked up at Momonoki, perplexed by her sudden suggestion.

Momonoki’s face heated up, feeling more embarrassed by her question and Kalego’s answer. “I-I was thinking that s-since you aren't able to get back to your room by yourself, that I would help you get there,” Momonoki said trying to convey her logic.

Kalego thought about it for a minute. “Yeah, as much as I don't like it, I have to agree.”

Momonoki felt her heart skip a beat at the fact that Kalego had agreed to let her take him home. She carefully helped Kalego off the bed and guided him back to his home. How she knew exactly which dorm room he lived in without him telling her would remain a mystery.

Once they both reached Kalego’s dorm room, Momonoki swiftly removed the key from Kalego’s pocket and unlocked the door. She then slowly guided Kalego over to his bed and gently helped him lay down.

‘I can’t believe I’m really in his room!” Momonoki screamed to herself in her head. She looked around the room and committed it to memory since she didn’t know when she’ll get another chance to see it. She then looked back over at Kalego. She could see the sweat running down his flushed face and hear his heavy breathing. Seeing Kalego looking like that brought some rather unseemly thoughts to her mind.

“Y-You can go,” Kalego tiredly said.

Momonoki was shocked out of her thoughts and looked at Kalego. She really didn’t want to leave yet, not just because she got to see a sick Kalego, but also because she didn’t want to leave him in that condition. “I-It’s fine. I can stay.”

“I don’t want to keep you from your work,” Kalego said trying to be nice about the fact that he really didn’t want her here.

Momonoki shook her head and with an unusual conviction said, “No, I want to stay. I’m not gonna leave you in this condition.

Kalego's eyes widened at Momonoki’s sincerity and could no longer bring himself to argue with her. He let out a sigh and just accepted his fate. “Fine, you can stay,” he said exhaustedly. Momonoki then gave a warm smile. Kalego’s heart skipped a beat and he felt his face flush more and it wasn’t due to the fever, but he would never admit it.

Momonoki quickly pulled out her phone and messaged the teacher's group chat, letting them all know that she and Kalego would be out for the rest of the day. Once the message had been sent she then put her phone away. She then looked back over at Kalegi and noticed just how flushed he was. Without thinking she said, “H-Here let me help you get undressed.” She then proceeded to remove his cape and the teacher's robe, leaving him in just his shirt and pants. She had also removed his shoes as well. Once she was done, she looked back up at Kalego and seeing that flushed look upon his face and the sweat dripping down his face and his chiseled chest. Her mind raced with rather vulgar thoughts.

Quickly swallowing, Momonoki said, “W-Would you want something to eat?”

‘I would rather sleep, but since she's offering, I guess I should take her up on it.’ Kalego tiredly thought to himself. Kalego can be a prick and he knows that, but even he wouldn't be rude to someone who’s going out of their way to take care of him and even make him food. He always thought that Momonoki would make a good wife and seeing this only strengthens his opinion. “Yes, I would like that,” Kalego weakly says.

Momonoki instantly smiled and happily said, “Of course! Coming right up!” She then proceeded to leave and walk over to his kitchen which was also in his dorm room.

Kalego laid in his bed and silently watched as Momonoki worked on cooking him something. As time passed, he felt himself start to get sleepy, and before long he had fallen asleep.

Not long after Kalego could hear a soft feminine voice whispering, “It’s time to wake up.” Tiredly moaning, he opens his eyes and sees Momonoki standing by his bedside holding what looks to be a bowl of porridge and a glass of water. There also seemed to be a box of meds on the tray as well. He tiredly sat up and his head was pounding. Momonoki then sat the bowl of porridge on his lap and the water and medicine on his nightstand. Kalego tried to take a bite of the porridge, but felt too weak to do so.

“Would you like me to help you?” Momonoki sweetly asked with a kind smile on her face.

Kalego felt embarrassed at the thought of not only his coworker, but a woman feeding him. The very thought was utterly humiliating to him. ‘I’m not a child,’ he bitterly thought to himself and tried to take a bite of the porridge again only for him to drop the spoon back into the bowl.

Momonoki then sat on the edge of Kalego’s bed and kindly removed the bowl from Kalego’s lap. She then scooped some of the porridge and brought the spoon to Kalego’s mouth. She could see the frustration on Kalego’s face. Letting out a sigh she calmly said, “Kalego, It’s fine. Let me help you.”

‘I can’t believe this,’ Kalego bitterly thought. Seeing that spoon before him felt mortifying. Kalego was lost in thought and before he knew it the spoon was suddenly shoved into his mouth. “Ack!” He looked over at Momonoki who was looking at him like how a mom would look at her son whose actions she disapproved of. He felt himself flinch at the look she gave him, it reminded him of his own mother. His mom used to be the one to take care of him when he was sick as a young child and when he got grumpy over things, she would immediately put a stop to it. So seeing Momonoki remind him so much of his mother sent shivers down his spine. Kalego quickly complied with Momonoki’s demands and ate the food without complaint.

Momonoki’s face might have resembled a stern mother, but inside she was jumping for joy. The fact she was sitting in Kalego’s room spoon-feeding him was almost like a dream to her. She would pinch herself if she could.

Soon enough the porridge was gone, much to Momonoki’s disappointment. Spoon-feeding Kalego was a dream come true for her. Momonoki then sat the empty bowl on the nightstand. She then picked up the glass of water and medicine. “Here, take these,” She said, handing Kalego the water and medicine.

Kalego grimaced at the sight of the meds, but he knew better than to try to argue with Momonoki about it. He quickly threw the pills into his mouth and took a swig of the water. He cringed as he swallowed the medicine. ‘Not even the water can block out the horrible taste,’ he sourly thought to himself.

Momonoki found herself smiling at Kalego’s cute reactions. ‘Being upset over taking medicine, how cute! He’s like a little kid!’ Momonoki was gushing in her head about how adorable he was being. She truly felt grateful for being able to see the different sides of the one she hopes to one day marry.

Kalego finished the glass of water and sat it on the nightstand. He then looked over at Momonoki and felt himself grow embarrassed. He realized that she now knew about his dislike towards medicine, but felt grateful that she wasn't going to tease him over it. Now that he thought about it he never really gave much thought to Momonoki. Sure, she was a good worker and he was the one that trained her. He even acknowledged that she was a rather beautiful woman. It’s just after seeing her taking care of him in his time of need, he started to feel something more for her than just being coworkers. ‘What am I thinking?” Kalego flusteredly said to himself, feeling his face start to heat up.

Momonoki saw his face turn even more red than he was before and grew concerned. “Kalego are you okay?” She softly asked, placing her hand up against Kalego’s forehead.

Kalego only felt himself grow more flustered at Momonoki’s actions. He quickly pulled his head away, “I-I’m fine. Just tired is all.” He said feeling quite bashful.

Momonoki then let out a small giggle and put her hand back down. With a small smile, she said, “Alright, how about you get some rest?”

“Y-Yeah, will do,” Kalego quickly said then laid back down on the bed. As he laid down, his mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. He was slowly coming to realize that Momonoki was maybe, just maybe, becoming more than just a coworker to him. He then noticed the medicine was taking effect as drowsiness was overcoming him. Before long he felt himself drifting off to sleep, ‘Just maybe…’ he last thought as he fell asleep.

Authors Note: There’s a chapter 2 on my Ao3 account. This story is still incomplete, but it shall be finished soon.

I honestly love this ship and hope one day Kalego notices how Momonoki feels about him.