#another very fun middle grade but god those kids are dumb

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and other times it's getting annoyed that a fictional ten year old made a dumb decision

Reading middle grade mysteries is fun until you're like 'yes i did it... i solved a mystery intended for 10 year olds'

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new year’s day - m.tkachuk

a/n: i wasn’t going to write a part two to tis the damn season, but i couldn’t help but feel like new year’s day was an excellent excuse to write one so here we are. i started this blog about a year ago sometime after new year’s and it’s been a little crazy but you guys are honestly awesome. i just wanted to thank you for constantly supporting my fics and chaotic ways i write and all of the people who i get to idea dump with. thank you & have a happy and safe new year’s!

Life was sweet.

Matthew had been blissed out since the moment you both arrived back in Calgary, like the last piece of his life had fallen back into place. You were the kind of peace he needed, someone who anchored him down before his ego got the best of him, and someone who could see past all of the bullshit to begin with. Matthew knew a storm was on the horizon, the talk about what any of this means after you left to go back to St. Louis. Matthew fucked up the first time, because he a dumb kid who wasn’t ready for anything life was about to throw at him. He got scared, all of the new pressure in his life got real and he ran away from the only thing that comforted him.

For the moment, none of that mattered. What was important to him right now was watching you laugh with a few of his teammates in a dress Matthew intended on taking off later.  A laugh he could have recognized anywhere. It was New Year’s Eve, and Matthew was hosting, something he never thought would happen. His teammates thought he was kidding when he asked if they wanted to go to his place for a New Year’s Party, but he was being serious. You outdid yourself, telling Matthew he couldn’t possibly have a party with any sort of decorations.

“You look good with a girlfriend Chucky,” Matthew’s stare was broken but Mark’s voice behind him. A hand lands on his back of his neck to cover the blush. You made him better, that’d been clear from the moment you walked in your freshman English and sat next to Matthew. He had a perfect grade in that class, because he spent a year trying to impress you before he finally just asked you.

“Trying not to fuck it up this time,” Matthew admits sheepishly, because he was so nervous about losing you again, “She’s always been it for me, but I can’t just ask her to stay here-”

“You don’t have to, just let her know she’s part of your plan,” Mark suggests, and it makes sense to Matthew. When you dated the first time, he had all these plans. His plan for where he’d go before he got drafted, his plan to play his first year, and none of them ever included you. Well they did, but Matthew wasn’t about to tell you he wanted to marry you at seventeen. You deserved to know that when he thought about his future, it was with you. 

It was here. It was watching you joke with Johnny and Sam like you’d known them for years. It was the first game you went to after you landed and Matthew got to skate out for warm ups and see you against the glass. It was the other morning when he caught you peeking out the windows of his condo while snow was falling, your eyes sparkling at the site. Matthew couldn’t think of anything else he wanted for the rest of his life besides you.

Matthew excuses himself from the conversation, catching a glimpse at the time. It was five minutes to midnight, a New Year was about to ring in and he got to spend it with you. He sneaks behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling into him, “Hi.”

“Matty,” You squirm, giggling while Matthew tickled at your sides. He didn’t care who heard you call him Matty because it was you. You look up at him, a smile on your face while you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Matthew scoffs, pointing to his lips, “At midnight bubs.”

“Yeah bubs,” Sam teases, Matthew lifting up his middle finger. You grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“Just admit you’re a big baby Matthew, it’ll save us some time,” You smirk, Sam breaking out in laughter. Matthew was a big baby, constantly whining when he couldn’t pull you close in bed or pouting his way through something he didn’t want to do, “Now countdown to midnight with us…”

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

A chorus of cheers and New Year’s wishes filled Matthew’s place, but all of that was static with your lips pressed against his. His hand was splayed across your back, the bare skin peeking out of your dress was on fire from his touch alone. His other hand was tilting your chin up, holding you close to him.

“Happy New Year baby,” Matthew mutters, another quick kiss to your lips before he pulls away. Your eyes fluttered open, snapping back into reality.

By the time it was two in the morning, Matthew had managed to push his party guests out and his next task was you. You were spinning around his bedroom, and Matthew was waiting for you to trip over your own heels every second. You finally flop down on his bed, kicking your feet out, “Please?”

Matthew sighs, pausing from unbuttoning his own dress shirt and sitting next to you on the bed. He unbuckles your heels, “Have fun tonight?”

“I like it here,” You whisper, as if you’d been afraid to admit it. You snuggle into the bed, your eyelids getting heavier by the minute, “Because you’re here.”

“I like it here more when you’re here too pretty girl,” Matthew grins, his eyes soft when he looks down at you, “You need to get out of this dress.”

“Get me out of it,” You smirk, picking your head and giving Matthew a wink. If you weren’t five tequila shots deep he probably would have, but he knew you were far too drunk for that. He chuckles, shaking his head and tossing you one of his shirts and walking into the bathroom. He finally got back into his room, your head on his pillow while you waited for him.

He finally jumps into bed, throwing an arm over your waist and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Goodnight.”

“Matty?” You call out, whispering before he falls asleep on you. He hums, waiting for you to speak, “Don’t give up on me this time.”

And Matthew could have sworn he felt his heart break.

***

You woke up with a massive headache, only getting worse by Matthew’s snoring in your ear. The past week had been nothing short of perfect, Matthew pulling out all the stops to prove he really did want you back. You roll over in his arms, tracing the side of his face, he wasn’t going to wake up. Matthew hadn’t changed, and that meant he still slept like a rock. Your fingers moved along the stubble across his chin, a new addition with change you were starting to love.

You finally got out of bed, tossing on whatever hoodie Matthew had closest to the bed and padding down the hallway to turn up the heat. Calgary was cold, a bitter kind you were in a hate/love relationship with. Most of the love came from why you were here, and the weather was something you just needed to deal with. You walk through the living room, plastic cups from the night before were covering the place. Confetti and polaroid's thrown across the coffee table with intentions for them to be a problem for another time. You pick one up, of you sitting on Matthew’s lap. You were looking at the camera, a wide smile on your face while Matthew was just looking at you.

“I want that one,” Matthew’s raspy morning voice caused you to jump, his long arm reaching over and holding the picture in his hand, “For here.”

You give Matthew a small smile, watching him run his finger over the picture. He’s quiet for a minute, biting his lip like he’d been debating what to say, “Matty?”

“I see you in my future,” Matthew breathes out, his last and final confession he had to make to both of you, “When I think about all of the things I want, you’re always there.”

“What if it happens again?” You whisper, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. The very real fear of this imploding on the two of you scared you like no other. You had to put those pieces back together alone, and you weren’t sure if you were prepared to do it again, “What if this is too much and-”

“It won’t be, I’m ready this time,” Matthew assures you, “I was ready then too, but I didn’t think you’d be. I had to give you up because you deserved better than following me around while I got myself settled. I am, I’m here and I’m ready for this.”

Matthew’s voice was raw, pleading with you that he was telling you the honest to god truth, “This isn’t going to be easy.”

“I’d rather do hard with you than easy with someone else Y/N,” Matthew smiles, his dimples poking out.

“Matthew I swear if you break my heart again,” You threaten, poking your finger into his chest, “I will let your brother kick the shit out of you.”

Matthew chuckles pressing kisses all over your face, the sound of your laugh flooding his place. You spent the rest of New Year’s cleaning the condo, picking up the empty champagne bottles left from the night before and spending the day on the couch before your flight left.

***

What Matthew didn’t know then, was that it would work. Long distance was rough, but you’d both made enormous sacrifices for each other. It took planes, trains, cars and a whole of patience, but by the time the next year rolled around- things still seemed to work. You walked through the lobby of Matthew’s place in Calgary, your suitcase felt heavier than it had been on any of your previous trips. You had a late Christmas present for him, one that if you didn’t give him in person it wasn’t going to be the same.

“You’re here!” Matthew hops off the couch when you let yourself in, he grabs your waist picking you up and spinning you around. Matthew presses a kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you stopped him, “Babeeeee…”

“Quit your whining, I have something for you,” You stop him, opening up your suitcase and pulling out a folder. He furrowed his eyebrows, sliding it open. It was a job offer. One for your dream position. In Calgary.

Matthew was stunned, speechless while his eyes read over the offer four times. It was real and if it meant what his brain thought it did it meant that a year of long distance was about to be so fucking worth it. His finger ran across the paper, looking up at you. You had a grin on your face, happy with yourself for not telling him until this very moment.

“I’m going to take it, if that wasn’t obvious-” You start to explain, but Matthew had scooped you back into his arms before you could finish speaking. His arms were holding you tightly, muttering something into your shoulder, “What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Matthew’s eyes were bulging out his head, and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was lying to you, you just gave him the best news of his life and he’s lying to you.

“Stop lying”, You demand, stepping out his arms, “Do you not want me here?”

“Fuck, no baby I do, I just-” Matthew sighs, running into his arm and rummaging through his drawers. You stood by the door, confused as to what had gotten into your boyfriend.

“I was going to do this tonight, I even flew out our families, because I got you back on New Year’s and,” Matthew steps back into the room, a blue box in his hand in a color you’d be damned if you didn’t recognize, “In all of my life, I’ve only ever known that I was supposed to be with one person, and that was you. You’re my soulmate, and the world has constantly tried to pry us apart but I swear it just made us stronger. We’re the best god damn team in the world Y/N, and I think we’d be even better if you married me?”

Your hand was over your mouth, tears spilling out while Matthew’s soft blue eyes were staring into yours. He was right, you were the best team in the world. You were two people who could look at each other in a crowded room and know what the other was thinking. You were in love, and the few years where you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t always going to be Matthew at the end were just a part of the story. You nod your head, watching Matthew put that ring on your left hand and you couldn’t help but think about the way you’d get to tell your children and grandchildren your most epic love story.

Because after all, you wanted his midnights, and everyday after that.

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Day 10: Dukexiety

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 10: You are born with a birthmark, similar to a tattoo, that is shared by your soulmate.

Content warnings: allusions to past suicidal thoughts, just bad mental health past in general, vague bullying, swimming pools, past isolation, minor injury (broken ribs), general anxiety and self deprecation.

Word count: 3.9k

I was very low on time, and very exhausted from work, so I tried something new! I first discovered the concept of ‘bullet fics’ from @illogicallyinclined ‘s hockey au, GO CHECK IT OUT!!! (It’s living in my head rent free for a couple months now)

Virgil, Patton, Logan, and Roman have been friends for as long as they can remember. The first three met at a neighborhood barbecue when they were just a couple years old, and since they all live on the same block, became each other’s go to play buddies. They all stuck together in their first years of school together, the unbreakable trio, and then they met Roman. Or, Roman was pulled into their clutches and was therefore part of the group now. Patton saw him getting bullied across the playground and ran in to help, and now Roman is ‘eternally in their debt’. But they like him, so his extravagance is okay. 

They hung out constantly, all throughout middle and highschool, and they graduated together. It was a big moment for all of them; Patton, who almost got left a grade behind several times (his dyslexia went undiagnosed for several years and he was simply categorized as ‘dumb’), Virgil, who almost didn’t make it due to a mental health crisis, Logan, who was pressured heavily by his parents to move up a grade and had to fight tooth and nail to stay with his friends, and Roman, who’s bullying problems didn’t exactly lessen through the years, and was more than relieved to be leaving that behind. 

That summer, they pledge (mostly by Roman’s pleading) to try and do something fun every day. While Logan says this is improbable and Virgil groans at the thought of spending every day socializing, Patton is excited for the idea and “it’s two against two so you have to at least try!”

“That logic doesn’t make sense-” “Shut it, teach, just let us have this.”

So far, they’ve gone to the amusement park just out of town, gone to the park too many times to count, visited their local arcade that they hadn’t even stepped foot into since middle school, and tie-dyed a variety of clothing items in Patton’s backyard. Today, Patton is forcing them all to go to the pool, despite Logan claiming that they’re “feces infested, germ nesting grounds” and Virgil’s argument that “he burns like an unwatched pot of milk, how can you expect this from me”, Patton’s little puppy eyes do them all in.

Unfortunately, just as they’re leaving for the pool, Roman gets a call. At first it’s civil, and then his voice raises, and then he’s hanging up and throwing his phone onto his seat from where he’s standing next to the open car door. Angrily, he tells his friends that his mom got called into work and his dad’s on a business trip, so they need to take his brother with them.

At first, this raises some confusion.

“I was not under the impression that you had a little brother.”

“How old is he? Either way, I say, the more the merrier!”

Virgil is not thrilled at the idea of babysitting, since kids generally don’t like him, but he doesn’t voice his displeasure. 

Roman has to admit, with much embarrassment, that it’s actually his twin, who is just so chaotically irresponsible that he has lost Home Alone Privileges. He’s broken the TV, accidentally started fires, and lost their dog one too many times and his parents said no more. 

So he drives all the way back to his house, the three friends crammed into the back seat of his two door sedan (because the seats are A Pain to raise and lower and it makes more sense to give said brother the front seat instead of rearranging when they get him), grumbling under his breath about his stupid brother, stupid work, stupid stupid stupid-

Virgil is apt to agree with him, because if being around his three closest friends is enough interaction to mentally exhaust him, adding a new person to the mess is so much worse. He’s generally unexcited to meet this new person… until they pull up to the driveway.

And holy heck. 

This man is GORGEOUS. 

It takes a second for him to realize it’s Roman’s brother, because despite his first assumption, the two are not identical. They’re very similar, obviously related, for sure, but they are surprisingly easy to tell apart, and it’s not just because of the silver streak in the brother’s hair.

Which he should not find as hot as he does.

After Roman insists said brother does need to go get a bathing suit and no you can not go swimming in your jeans, he jumps into the passenger seat and, with as much energy as Roman has at Full Potential, introduces himself as Remus to the backseat audience. 

Patton and Logan both say small hello’s, but Virgil is just stuck.

Dear lord. Princey, why have you been hiding him from me?

When they get to the pool, Virgil makes a complete fool of himself getting out of the car. He trips on his seatbelt, landing directly in Remus’ arms, and looks up to see this devil man grinning at him with all the hubris of a greek god. Before he can say anything, Virgil pushes himself up and rolls his eyes (all while internally screaming) and walks away, joining Patton and Logan where they are just entering the main gate. 

He can’t help it; when in proximity of cuteness, his emergency mode is “be a dick”.

But it only gets worse from there.

When Virgil has an umbrella properly set up above a chair so he can save his skin from the sun (“I burn like unwatched milk on a stove. I’m not going in.”) and is comfortably situated with his phone and iced coffee, Remus steps in front of him to take his shirt off. 

He’s pretty sure Remus didn’t even mean to. It just… happened to be directly in his line of sight. 

As soon as the shirt is above his head, Virgil chokes on his drink, squirting iced coffee out of his nose and going into a coughing fit. Patton rubs his back while Roman tries not to laugh (and fails miserably), all while Remus is just watching him. Confused. (Logan is in the change rooms, because he insists on not wearing his bathing suit unless he is actively about to swim)

There’s more than just the sun issue that prevents Virgil from swimming. While his friend’s soulmarks are relatively small (Roman has a little one on his neck, Logan and Patton have a shared one just above their ankles), Virgil’s is a huge splotch that covers his entire side, reaching from just above his top rib to where his waistband usually lies. It’s all squiggles and lumps; Virgil once compared it to a storm cloud, but the lightning streaks were tentacles. It’s all in all, just… A Mess. And he doesn’t really like it. No one he’s ever met has had a soulmark like that, and he hates standing out.

When Remus takes off his shirt, in all his muscled glory, Virgil can’t miss the matching soulmark that trails down Remus’ side. It’s his, no doubt about it, but… that can’t be right, can it? Remus is so… full of life, dangerous, the epitome of chaotic; he’s everything Virgil is not. More so, he’s terrified of what Remus must think of him. He’s nothing special, he’s just an anxious ball of angst. What if he’s disappointed in who the universe decided to stick him with? 

After he’s done choking on iced coffee, and Logan is back from the change room, he realizes Remus is long gone, in the deep end of the pool trying to gather as many foam noodles as he can. They check that Virgil is alright, and when he merely gives them a shaky thumbs up, they take it at face value and dive in. Except Logan, who uses the steps like a mature adult, you children. 

He lets the rest of his coffee sit in the sun, until the sun melts all the ice cubes and it’s lukewarm to touch and overall, just gross, because suddenly he has no appetite. Yeah, this guy is gorgeous and he’s hopelessly gay for him, but... soulmate? That’s a lot for anyone to take in, much less someone with forty seven different kinds of anxiety. /j

If Virgil was uneasy taking his shirt off before, he sure as hell isn’t doing it now. No matter how much Patton and Roman plead with him, he stays glued to his chair, eyes flickering from his friends playing Marco Polo to watching his soulmate Remus. He’s turned the pool noodles into a giant raft and is trying to balance on it, like an absolute idiot.

An extremely good looking idiot. 

Virgil can’t help but notice that… he’s all alone. Roman, Patton, and Logan barely even throw him the occasional glance, much less invite him to hang out with them in the water. Worse than that, he seems relatively fine with it. It could just be that he doesn’t want to intrude on his brother’s friend group, but Remus doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to have those boundaries. Which kind of insinuates that he’s used to being alone, and Virgil can’t help but empathize. 

He notices it a lot, actually. The group meeting Remus also coincides with Roman and Virgil becoming more close; less of a frenemy relationship, and more of an actual friendship. Patton is delighted, because this means the three of them get to hang out at Roman’s huge place more often without their constant bickering (because when it got bad at one of their houses, Virgil’s was never more than a ten minute walk away when Roman finally pushed his last button. Here, they were all stuck.)

And every time they go over, he can’t help but notice the loud music coming from Remus’ room, or the man just sitting on the couch watching TV (which he tends to do shirtless, which does not help Virgil at all), or irritating Roman’s parrot. All in all, doing things alone. It strikes a chord in Virgil’s heart, which is something he’d never admit to another person.

Maybe that’s why, in the following week when Roman has the grand idea to go on a mountain hike, Virgil quietly asks if they could invite Remus. At first, Roman is adamant. “He’ll just ruin things, he doesn’t appreciate nature, he’s annoying!” But Patton claims “The more the merrier” and Logan doesn’t have any particular stance, so he begrudgingly invites Remus.

Who very excitedly accepts. 

The trail Roman visited is quite a ways out of town, so they cram back into his tiny car and start the drive. Patton claimed shotgun, so him and Roman have derailed into an animated conversation about cartoons, while Logan just pops in his earbuds and leans his head against the window. For the longest time, Remus and Virgil sit in awkward silence, because neither of them could get a word in edgewise to the front seat conversation even if they tried, and they don’t… really… know what to say… to each other. 

It’s Remus who finally breaks the silence (shocker).

“Roman tells more you’re the one who wanted to invite me.”

“Yeah, well, you seemed lonely. And… I mean, you’re Roman’s brother. Can you really be that bad?”

He means it as a joke, but he sees the light in Remus’ eyes die slightly. The tone of his voice doesn’t falter though, remaining as joyful and quirky as always. 

“I’m a lot more fun than Roman. People just don’t like to see it that way.”

“Setting your kitchen curtains on fire is fun?”

“If you were there, you’d understand!”

And they keep talking, maybe trailing into borderline flirting, for the whole ride. Virgil is surprised at the lack of tenseness in his shoulders, because though Remus is loud and a little unsettling, he is incredibly patient when Virgil has trouble forming his sentences and doesn’t interrupt him when he’s talking; an incredible help to someone with crippling anxiety. Underneath his exterior, he’s actually… incredibly soft? What?

By the time they pull up to the trail, Remus is actually starting to grow on Virgil. Since Patton and Roman are still so into their debate, and Logan seems content listening to his music (or podcast, but who really knows), they continue talking as the hike starts. The shorter boy can’t help but glance at the other every few seconds, seeing their soulmark just peeking past the edge of his baggy tank top. If Remus notices, he says nothing. 

And he learns Remus was bullied a lot through school, just like Roman was, but instead of finding a group that supported him, he broke off as a lone wolf. He came off scary or maybe just a little bit crazy to anyone he tried to befriend, since his social skills were pretty lacking due to disuse and his incredible lack of filter, so he learned early that staying alone hurt less. And in that time, he just became more and more… Like That… because he literally never had peers to mature with. 

The hike is a long one. Remus is pretty eager to spill his guts, probably since he was never able to before, so Virgil feels obligated to do the same. He tells Remus about his anxiety, about his mental health issues during school, about his home life and his hobbies, and the fact that there are more people around just fades into the background. It could as well be just them, and Virgil starts to wish it was. 

So of course, that’s when everything goes to shit.

A mountain biker comes ripping down the path, too quick to even process, and Virgil is caught off guard. Of course, he’s not walking near the edge of the path, because he has some shred of common sense, but the bike speeding by him causes him to flinch and stumble to the side; an instinctual reaction. Except his instincts decided to not remember until the last second that he’s at the edge of the trail.

It’s almost like happening in slow motion, his foot goes over the edge, and he doesn’t realize what’s about to happen until his other foot is already off the ground, ready to take that next step back, and he’s falling. Luckily (as lucky as one can be in this situation), it’s not a straight drop, just a decently long, steep slope that’s essentially just a bunch of rocks and weeds. 

He hears his friends scream his name, sees a hand fly out to catch him, and it just snags the edge of his jacket before he’s freefalling for a split moment. One heart stopping, never ending, eternal and all too short moment of weightlessness where he twists his body, hoping to try and brace himself, and then he meets the slope.

Hard.

His breath leaves him in a wheeze and he distinctly hears a loud snap. Through his pain addled brain, he tries to stop his slide further down by grabbing anything; rocks, roots, dirt. It’s useless.

He stops naturally, on a small ledge several meters from the top before the slope continues. For a moment, he can only lay there, trying to breathe through the intense pain flaring through him pretty much everywhere, not to mention the sheer levels of pure panic numbing his thoughts. He stares at the clouds, watching them as they float by, each breath spreading fire through his torso but at the same time strangely numb.

And then, “VIRGIL!”

His eyes shoot open (wait, when did he close them?) to see Remus’ concerned face above his. If the messied state of his outfit is any indication, this man just slid down the slope to catch up to him. His hands are hovering above Virgil, scared to touch, but more scared that Virgil is going to keep falling.

“Fuck,” is Virgil’s eloquent response. He tries to take a deep breath, tries to do his breathing pattern to calm his nerves, but NOPE. Wrong move. 

He immediately gasps and his hands fly to his ribs, another flair of pain shooting up them. Remus’ hands grab his, pulling them away from his torso, holding them securely. “I think you have some broken ribs. That was… one hell of a fall. We need to get you back up to the trail though, okay?”

Virgil can only nod his head, allowing Remus to help him stand, biting his lip so hard to keep from crying out that his lip splits. It hurts.

Trust Logan to come up with ideas on the fly. The biker must have stopped when he realized Virgil had fallen (at least he didn’t just keep driving), because when Virgil opened his tear filled eyes, there was a bike tire just a few feet from his face. He followed the frame of the bike, up to where Roman was holding the other wheel and standing precariously on the slope. Logan is clinging onto his hand, one foot on the slope and one on the actual trail, and if Virgil has to guess, the biker and Patton are just out of sight, keeping Logan steady. 

Virgil knows it’s going to hurt before Remus even warns him that it will, watching the taller man get a good grip on the bike wheel, before holding Virgil’s wrist with as much force that can muster without actively cutting off circulation. Virgil holds onto his wrist in return, Remus gives a shout to go ahead, and the human/bike chain they’ve created begins to pull them up. 

And oh lord, if Virgil thought just laying down was painful, tripping and stumbling up a steep incline is another world altogether. This time, biting his lip doesn’t work and he lets out a few muffled cries as the team works together, Remus squeezing his wrist every time a choked sound escapes his lips, mind too full of pure agony to even curse.

When they finally step foot onto the trail again, Virgil is in tears, and he is too far gone to even care. The biker is incredibly apologetic, offering his contact information and bidding them adieu when they insist that they’re okay now, and takes off, at an admittedly much slower pace than he was at before. 

Logan, the only one of them with proper (and extensive) first aid training, forces Virgil to sit, giving him time to find a position that puts as little pressure on his ribs as possible, before crouching in front of him.

“Let me check if they’re broken.”

His hand reaches out towards Virgil’s shirt and all the alarm bells start BLARING. No. No, no, no, no, no. Before he can restrain himself, he reaches out and slaps Logan’s hand away, sending another wave of pain through him. The pain doesn’t matter though, not in comparison to Logan possibly revealing his soulmark. 

Logan doesn’t understand this reaction properly (when does he ever), so he tries again.

“Virgil, I need to check the extent of the damage. A cracked rib means you can still make it back to the car. A broken rib would require emergency services and probable air lifting to prevent further damage, like a punctured lung.”

“Fine,” Virgil hisses through clenched teeth, bitterly understanding his logic, “Just… don’t take the shirt off.”

He tries to say it to only Logan, but it’s clear the other’s heard it by the way they exchange confused glances. Yes, they’ve never seen Virgil without a shirt, except they’d always pegged that up to insecurities. Wouldn’t those take a back seat in a possible medical emergency? 

Logan complies, however, and slides his hand under the hem of his shirt without moving the fabric. He runs his hands slowly up each rib, concentrating heavily, until he reaches one midway up and Virgil yelps, instinctively flinching backwards.

Startled by the reaction (it’s his first time actually administering first aid like this, give him a break), Logan jumps back, forgetting his hand is still under Virgil’s shirt.

His hand moves up.

Virgil moves back.

And the hem of his shirt rises up his chest for just a moment.

A moment’s all that’s needed, though. When you notice something that you’ve seen yourself a hundred times over, admiring this way and that in the mirror to commit it to memory, it only takes a glance to recognize it.

Remus only needed that split second of the shirt riding up to notice the lower half of the soulmark, and he definitely did notice it, if the way his jaw drops is anything to go off of. Virgil winces again, not from pain this time, and looks down at his shoes, abhorring the awkward silence that ensues.

The other three don’t understand, watching the two of them with varying levels of confusion, until Remus blurts:

“Are you my soulmate?”

And everything clicks into place. Virgil nods mutely, still not looking up, afraid of his reaction. Would he be upset Virgil kept it a secret? Would he be disappointed? Would he would he would he-

“Oh thank GOD!”

That’s… not the reaction he was expecting. He looks up to see Remus grinning like a child on their birthday, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“I mean, if I’d want anyone to be my soulmate, it would be you! You don’t hate me, which a lot of people do, and you actually listen to me, which is nice, and not to mention you’re super hot, like the whole emo thing is just-”

“Remus!” Roman screeches, cutting him off, “You’re embarrassing him, let him breathe!”

It’s the first time Roman has ever come to Virgil’s defense, and he’s only vaguely happy about that. Truth is, he’s so much more wrapped up in the fact that Remus is actually happy that he doesn’t even notice Logan’s back to touching his ribs until another sharp pain brings him back.

“They’re definitely not broken. Fractured, at worst. Either way, you’re going to the hospital. Only question is, can you get down to the car?”

Virgil wants to nod, wants to go along with no problem, but he can barely take a step before his knees almost give out. If he could double over without making everything worse, he would. 

Remus doesn’t see this as a problem, though, eagerly offering Virgil to ride on his back until they get to the bottom. The shorter is, obviously, reluctant to this plan, seeing as how it’s a decently long trail and he isn’t that light, but damn, his soulmate insists, and next thing he knows, he’s gingerly holding onto Remus’ shoulders as he pushes back into a standing position.

(If he wasn’t already super hot, he’s strong, too? Virgil has struck the literal jackpot.)

He buries his face into the crook of Remus’ neck, trying not to wince at every jolt and bump as they maneuver their way down the hill, all conversation halted so they can focus on the two of them. Roman walks in front of them and Patton and Logan behind, ready to jump into action at any sign of stumbling. 

But it’s okay, it actually is, Virgil realizes as they’re making their way down the hill. Sure, they only really bonded today, but they also bonded in a day, and if that’s not telling of the future they’ll have together, whether romantic or platonic (they still need to talk that out), it’s gonna be okay.

Anyone who’s willing to throw themselves into harm's way and carry you down a mountain has got to be a worthy soulmate.

[xandertheundead]

So like.... Greaser!Eddie and nerd!Richie. Eddie became very rebellious because of mother dearest, and kinda just had a thing for dorky lil Richie. And Richie is just like HoT diGGiTY DamN for Eddie

I tried, Anon! I hope you like it!

Richie gasped loudly, having to stop when the cramp in his side started to feel like he was being stabbed repeatedly with some kind of combat knife. His chest started to hurt too and he waved over at Mr. Shaffer and he could see the man give a sigh and wave him over. Richie limped over pathetically and pushed his glasses up his nose as Mr. Shaffer put his hands on his hips and looked him over.

“Tozier, you have barely made two laps.”

“I know,” Richie whined and tried not to move too much or his ribs would give him a shock of pain. “But I literally feel like my lungs are going to explode.”

Thanks, Smokers Lung.

Mr. Shaffer sighed. “Your lungs aren’t going to explode, Tozier.”

“You don’t know.” Richie replied, his breathing coming slightly easier. “I could be the first case of exploding lungitis.”

He didn’t miss the way Mr. Shaffer his mouth behind his hand, knowing he had cracked the man even just a little. Richie counted it as a win. When Mr. Shaffer pulled his hand away he gave a sigh and then nodded his head, motioning towards the bleachers behind them.

“Go sit up there for the rest of class, but I’ll have to give you a C for the running portion.”

“Absolutely Mr. S.” Richie gave him a weak salute and moved to find the spot where he wanted to sit. When he heard the sound of laughter, he looked up to see the boy who had been plaguing his dreams for the past five years.

Eddie Kaspbrak.

The small boy who had asthma and would always yell at Richie about germs had grown and flourished into something no one had expected. The small Losers club they had started had started to drift apart in middle school when everyone was trying to learn their place as gangly preteens and Bill, Bev and even Stan started to ‘date’. But the big kicker was when Eddie Kaspbrak finally gave his mom the big F U and just went wild.

He traded in that side part comb over he’d had for years for letting it go free, the thick wavy hair surprising Richie and making something in his stomach twinge.

By eighth grade Eddie had gotten rid of the khakis and polo shirts, trading them in for more form fitting jeans and white t-shirts that he would tuck into his pants, sometimes a flannel over it or a leather jacket that made Richie want to die.

By sophomore year, Eddie had become a true greaser, hair slicked and combed into the perfect style, the swagger that told people what they thought and didn’t give a damn. He even had his motorcycle license and according to rumor he had started to fix up some old one he’d found at the junkyard.

Eddie had always been good with cars and stuff.

Eddie now was lounging against the nosebleed bleachers, dark black sunglasses on his face and when he saw Richie look, a devilish smile grew on his face that made Richie gut churn and his body run hot. Because here was the thing, by the end of sophomore year when Eddie’s transformation had finished, the new confidence he had showed in so many ways. He had started talking to Richie more than the passing greeting or head nod, soon talking turned into...flirting, which had blown Richie out of the fucking water.

He’d always loved Eddie. Even as a little kid, that was his friend, and when they grew apart that love never really went away, but as Richie grew older and figured things out about himself, that distant love grew with the mix of attraction in there too. Eddie’s flirting felt good, exciting and Richie hoped it meant something more than just a cocky boy having fun.

He gave Eddie a small wave and his heartbeat sped up when Eddie motioned for him to come over. Richie glanced back, but Mr. Shaffer was busy ordering the other kids to keep going so Richie quickly made his way up the stairs. When he got up there he wanted to groan because Eddie was smoking and the filter was just barely resting in his mouth.

It made Richie want to stare at those lips for days.

“Heya, Eds.”

Instead of the red cheeks and angry look Eddie used to give him when he said that, Eddie just grinned before taking a drag and blowing it out slowly.

“Hey, Richie.”

“How’s that asthma treating you?” Richie asked, a grin showing on his face as Eddie raised an eyebrow behind those dark shades. All the losers knew Eddie didn’t have asthma, it had been some fucked up way of his mom’s to keep her thumb on him.

“Oh, it’s treating me just fine. Being fake and all.” Eddie pushed his sunglasses down a little so he could look at Richie over the top of them. “How’s marching band and drama club treating you?”

Richie knew it was a jab at his ultimate nerd-ness, but he somehow knew there was no actual cruelty in the words and he gave a shrug. He didn’t care if he wasn’t popular or cool, he liked what he was doing in school so who cares.

“It’s good. We are doing One Who Flew Over the Cucokoo’s Nest for the fall play.”

“You going to try out?”

Richie gave another shrug. “Yeah, probably. Gunna try and wear those sweet white scrubs.”

Eddie gave a soft laugh, taking another drag before offering it to Richie. Richie glances back down at Mr. Shaffer, the man still not looking so he quickly took it and took a decent drag, trying not to think about how it was damp from Eddie’s lips. He handed it back and Eddie nodded to his outfit before taking the almost gone cigarette back.

“I think you’ll pull them off better than you pull off the red and white of our proud Derry High’s gym uniform.”

Richie’s cheeks warmed a little, suddenly aware of how visible his legs were bare where the shorts cut off and his Rocky and Bullwinkle socks stood proud.

“Yeah well, we can’t all be you with those red and white shorts.” Richie joked, feeling a little dumb when Eddie narrowed his eyes a bit. “Sorry, I just remember you used to wear them all the time.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, taking the last drag off his cigarette before flicking it off the bleachers. When he spoke Richie almost didn’t hear what he said it was so soft, but he had and the words made him blush.

“I still have those. Kind short and tight now, but I’d be willing to show you if you want.”

“You’re going kill me, Spaghetti.” Richie breathed and he almost died when Eddie’s cheeks started to redden. 

That was their game. This obvious attraction towards each other, but neither really trying to step out of their comfort zone because neither wanted to risk being turned down. Which was weird, because when they were little Eddie had always been the brave one and now he looked the part too.

It frustrated Richie to no end.

He opened his mouth to say something when he heard Mr. Shaffer yell his name. Richie turned to see his gym teacher waving him down, not looking impressed at all that he was talking to one of the schools delinquents instead of resting like he said he was going to.

“Coming!” He yelled back, turning back to Eddie with a regretful look. “I gotta…”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Tozier!”

“Okay!” Richie gave Eddie a wave and started back down the bleachers when he suddenly got the craziest urge, feeling like he was going to combust if he didn’t follow through with it. He quickly turned back around, Eddie now at least seven bleacher steps above in, and cupped his hands around his mouth. 

“Kaspbrak! Go to homecoming with me!”

Eddie sat up straight at that, his sunglasses slipping completely off his face as he stared in shock down at Richie, Mr. Shaffer yelling even louder now.

“You asking me on a date?” Eddie called back and Richie couldn’t stop grinning.

“Only if you wear those shorts!”

Eddie laughed, a full loud laugh like he used to when they were kids and god it was amazing. 

“I’ll think about it!”

“Tozier! Get down here now!” 

“Don’t make me wait too long, Grease Lightning!”

Eddie laughed again. “Go away, Tozier!”

Richie turned around and jogged back towards his class, not caring how mad Mr. Shaffer was because he was pretty sure he had a date with Eddie Kaspbrak.

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[urslasherbaby]

May I request an imagine of the collector about to attack the s/o in her home but, she thinks he's a male stripper for her birthday her friends set up with? Humorous & nsfw-ish x3 😄

Okay, okay, okay... I don’t know who you are but you need to become a producer and start making movies 🤣🤣🤣

(also I know this took a really long time, I’m so sorry)

Rent-A-Booty - The Collector/Asa Emory x Reader and Her Birthday Surprise

In all honesty, you weren’t a big fan of birthdays. Your parents were a bit... overenthusiastic and it never really wound up the way you wanted. Fortunately, as you grew older, you got a lot more control over how many small horses showed up at your party. Unfortunately, as you grew older, you also gained friends--amazing friends--who also had their own ideas of how you should celebrate.

Which is why you are now in the middle of a conversation about how much a stripper would cost.

“Ooh! Ooh! Rent-A-Booty! I totally have enough for their Sexy Deluxe package,” one of the girls, Tori, exclaimed.

“No way, (Y/N) deserves at least the Sexy Premium package,” another friend, Charlotte, added, “Look! It even lets you touch the dancers!”

As your very good, yet very inappropriate, friends continued arguing about pricing, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. You weren’t the prudish type by any means, but that didn’t mean you wanted a strange man gyrating in front of your face. 

“Alright, that’s it: executive decision, no stripper,” you insisted. Both of the girls looked up from the laptop in shock. 

“(Y/N)! This would be so much fun!”

“Yeah, and the service even lets you do themes! Everything from police officer to movie characters,” Charlotte gushed. 

“Oh my god, remember in the ninth grade when you said you had a sex dream about Michael Myers? What if we could make that dream into a very sexy reality?” Tori added.

“First off, it was not a sex dream! We were just making out with some medium to heavy petting. Second off, the amount of tequila I would need to bump and grind with a stripper who looks like a serial killer in front of all of my close friends is inconceivable. No. Stripper.”

Tori and Charlotte slumped their shoulders in disappointment, but ultimately closing the laptop and dropping the matter. You nodded your head contently and everyone decided to head home to prep for the party. Luckily, Charlotte had kicked out her sorority sisters for the night so you had the house to yourselves. Tori had already set up snacks and booze beforehand, so by the time you met up with them, the party was practically in full swing.

Friends from class, people from work, and even a few past roommates all came to wish you a happy birthday. It was a little daunting at first, but having Tori and Charlotte by your side all night definitely helped. Before long, the mood changed from full-blown rager complete to the much more intimate get together you wanted complete with your favorite tequila.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Charlotte began, handing out the fifth round of shots, “Last round before we sing happy birthday, let’s go!”

“No, no, no! You know I hate that dumb song,” you whine.

“Exactly why we saved it for last! One, two, three!”

Hearing a drunken version of a song you already hated would’ve sounded like torture to sober ears, but it filled your heart with nothing but glee. Swaying your head to the beat of the song, you noticed something moving outside the window in front of you. The more you focused, you recognized a white truck posted just across the street. You couldn’t quite tell but the logo on the side had very familiar colors...

Rent-A-Booty.

“Hey, guys... do you have something to tell me?” Tori and Charlotte both looked at each other with wide eyes. Between the whispers and accusatory smacks against the arms, you definitely figured something was up.

“Alright, we may have gotten a small surprise for you. Don’t be mad, we just couldn’t help ourselves!” Tori defended. 

“Just wait here, we’ll go grab it for you,” Charlotte finished, grabbing Tori and stumbling out the front door giggling like little kids. You rolled your eyes and took another swig of the tequila they left. You figured you’d need it for what was about to go down.

Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard heavy footsteps that didn’t sound like either of your friends from down the hall. You smirked and slowly picked yourself up to claim your “surprise”.

Quietly rounding the corner, you got a peek at the guy the girls picked out. It looks like they kept their promise of hiring a true lady killer. He was dressed head to toe in black with a strange black mask covering his face. Funny, you imagined it would be a bit more gimmicky, but the doubt quickly left your mind as you noticed the rest of him. He was certainly big. It looked like he could toss you around the room and you were very curious how those nitrile gloves would feel on your skin. Before you knew it, the prospect of getting down and dirty with a stripper was a lot more appealing. The very idea had your core aching.

So you decided to shoot your shot. Why not? The half a bottle of tequila you drank was already making your skin hot.

“So,” you announced, clearly shocking the man who spun around to face you, “is this the part where I’m supposed to cower in fear and beg for my life?” The stripper cocked his head silently but didn’t approach you.

“Or would you like it more if I ran and hid while you tried to find me?” you pressed further. He still didn’t make a move, but you could tell his breathing was getting heavier. You were definitely having an effect on him. That’s when you noticed he had pulled something out from his side: a small knife. Going method, huh? You took a few steps closer and leaned up to his ear.

“Interesting... planning on cutting me up a bit while you have your fun,” you whispered teasingly, causing a low growl to leave the man’s throat. You couldn’t help but utter a similarly wanton moan. 

That’s when he pushed you up against the wall and held you there with a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but reminisce about your dream and it made you all the wetter.

“Oh god... please tell me they paid for the Sexy Premium package,” you said to yourself. The man only squinted his eyes in confusion before pressing the knife further into your neck. It was sharper than you expected but somehow that made it better.

“Fuck if I care,” you sighed and pulled him closer until your lips met in a heated kiss. The stranger was hesitant at first but quickly took control with a level of ferocity that made you whimper. He bit on your bottom lip hard, making you gasp and allowing his tongue inside. Meanwhile, his free hand was already under your shirt and playing with your nipples. 

“Fuck, please... touch me,” you begged. The man seemed enthusiastic to oblige and spun you around so your chest was pressed against the wall. You could feel the knife pressed into your back, but your only concern was his hand reaching around and unbuttoning your shorts.

Just as he managed to get them undone, you heard a knock at the door that distracted you for a moment. You immediately elected to ignore it and waited eagerly for your Sexy Premium package. You realized, however, that the small prick you felt earlier was gone, and once you turned around, you saw the stripper was too.

“Goddamn it.”

You went back up front and ripped open the door to find Charlotte and Tori covered in clearly fake blood with a phony scared look on their faces.

“Oh god, (Y/N)! You have to help us! There’s a maniac after us!” Charlotte screamed. Wait a second...

“And he wants you too!” Tori finished. The two girls moved out of the way and revealed a shirtless man with a six-pack and a plastic machete wearing a clown mask. Tori then pulled out her phone and started playing a raunchy club mix. Clownface didn’t waste time to start dancing and gyrating while the girls waited for your reaction.

All you could was smile and nod along while panicking about whoever the hell you were seconds from fucking in the middle of the hall... and when you would get to see him again.

Luckily for you, Asa was watching you all from his truck across the street and was planning on finishing what you two started the moment he got you alone.

[snow-wind-and-all-we-will-find]

Hi! My names arthur and im working on improving my word and building my story, which currently has no name haha! I have a myriad of characters who ill try to list out and give brief descriptions of, aether is technically my main character and some of the characters who are up for question are dead in canon. But you can still ask them stuff, itll just be set before death.

When asking characters questions, rememeber to include the name, their age if theres diffrent ages, i dont mind repeated questions, but if you see the question try not to ask it again lol. If you cant find it with a quick scroll just ask it, although i dont know if this blog will even get that big.

Aether

He comes in three evolutions lol, technically, theres four but idk if i would count 7 year old aether.

Ages: 13 yo - colder, hasnt gotten used to emotions, there are two to this as well, pre-rev and then post-rev 13 yo aether, remember to specify lol.

16 yo- a bit more out there, still kinda disconnected and figuring things out, a bit more defensive

22 yo- lax, hes sorta figured shit out, hes not going to go grazy, hes just gonna be chill lol.

!The gaggle Ghosts!

Yurei

Her personality is very, ehhh, becuase i havnt done work with her, and i havnt completly figured out who she is fully yet, shes 18 yo when aether is 22 yo

18 yo- pretty oblivious, somehow still a bit cynical, very nice and sometimes motherly

Kakoku

Few thousand- mean, likes to bully yurei as he huants her, lowkey a simp for yurei but he wont admit that. Kinda cynical and likes to bring others down, generally a bully

Tamashi

19- emotionless, has to be a really strong emotion to make her emote, tends to stray away from other people, likes to be alone, blunt

Gunnar

A few thousand- sweet, warm and welcoming, tries to be very fatherly and a trusted figure, is very busy most of the tiime unfortunatly though.

!The greek gang!

Argus agapov

16- unstable, pretty baby, protective over friends and family

Mythos agapov

23- whore. He also loves his family, lowkey, hes a trad wife

Perceus

15/16- timid, intrested in posiosn and acids, generally quiet, likes to eat leaves, scaredy cat

Diogenes

14- germ of phobe, kind of a brat, more just a bitch, will yell at you if he sees your hands were dirty from gardening or something while you’re walking to the sink, other than that hes fine, picky eater

Herodotus

15- disorginized, trys his best, likes to write stuff down, helps plato with his writing and grammar in general, gullible, likes record data, has a nice typewriter with tha good clicky clack

Plato

8- sweet baby boi, loves his older brother (socrates), idolizes him even, not a good idea though. He writes down everything socrates does, sometimes he imitates his brother as well.

Socrates

17- dumb of ass, also just dumb, held back a grade, feral child, bites alot of people, soft aestechic but hed stab as a warning

Heracles

30- also dumb of ass, loves cars in that ‘mah babeh’ kinda way. Hates motorcycles, he thinks they’re ugly. Chaotic but he utilizes it to be the weird and cool uncle/cousin thing

Zeus

46- too tired for this shit, is a dad, went out to get milk, jk jk, dissapeared for a hot few years, probably got captured by some gang dunno, it happens. Very serious, would make the dumbest jokes with his brothers with a straight face

Hades

50- lowkey the neglected middle child, soft goth lookin ass, loves his kid, tries his best to raise his kid, sometimes gets help from esme

Poseidon

57- proud stay at home dad, buff but does the typically wifely duties, makes sure his children get enough love, nutrience and care

Lillith

54- very active, the money maker, kinda soft, both her and her husband poseidon are so just in love with their kids, dote on them constantly, very extroverted, always makes time for her kids

Esme

51- tired of zeus’ shit, does her best to make sure no one dies, still treats mythos as her ‘little baby boy, tired mom vibes.

!the Eden gang!

Eden is a fictional country that i slapped onto the globe. It is where aether is from, technically aether is apart of the eden gang as well. Everyone here, if they have an age option, the first age option is the age they are when aether is 13, and the second will be when aether is 16 unless stated otherwise

General kyelli

49- fatherly, thinks of most of the gang as his children, calls everyone ‘son’, as a general rule. If you ask for another nickname, he will do his best. Has a bad knee, and is kinda of bad at existing physically

52+- fatherly still, loves almonds, always has a bag of almonds, dont test him. Enjoys travel, might adopt people he meets along the way, still has pains but now he sees doctors, wants to stay active

Indigo

13- sweet, optimistic, always looks on the brightside and tries to see the good in others. Little heater, understands that sometimes fighting is the only option

Akrano

16- lively, very loose and relax, can get serious when needed though, always making jokes and trying to lighten up the mood

19- a bit more, mellow. Still quite lively and childish, but with two signifigant-others you have to settle down sometimes

Ekrano

16- lively, more stern than akrano and kinda worried, but ultimatly also very loose and bright

Lilliana

16- serious, seemingly colder towards everyone, gets along great with psycho-lops, makes him new eye-patches to pass time, actually just very monotone and blank most of the time, although she does care

19- she doesnt change much, she got a bit more expressive, likes babysitting howl

Psycho-lops

16 1/2- always looks determined, actually kinda scared of conflict, likes to help out with healing though, very proficient in it as well, sounds intimidating while talking about how cute puppies and kittens are

19/20- still the same, is considering studying medicine and medical practices to become a doctor.

Bark

17- bright, incredibly lively, loves to joke around and tease and sometimes bully the others, targets aether primarily, hangs out with his brother most of the time, he can fight for himself but he likes the backup, especcially since he is kinda glass-jawed, being that hes a twig

Bite

17- quiet, intense eyes, always sounds vaugly confused when he speaks, deep voice lol, likes to train, doesnt understand barks need to tease others, likes to read to the children

20- quiet, intense eyes still, more so nervous sounding, slightly paranoid, cluastrophobic and cant stand dusty places, usually in his house or at the docks, doesnt really go anywhere else

Hanelle

17- loud, headstrong, adamant about her opinions, gets along well with bark, she tries alot to be intimidating, not a twig, but not very big, pretty friendly and sociable

!the band of pirates!

Aklea

A few hundreds of years- kinda bored seeming, loves blood, technically cannibal, but not really since he isnt human, to an extent. Despite being fine on the ocean, he gets very car sick very easily. Actually quite nice, very easily triggerd into violence, especcially by something that could be used as a good murder weapon, blood makes him jittery and more lively

Nerone

21- calm, too calm, deals with akleas bullshit wonerfully, he just stands there, blank smile on his face as aklea beats the shit outta someone, unintrested in most anything, likes to draw, but hes a much better pastry chef.

!the shakespears!

Midem(pink boi)

33- lively, loves to work with kids, very creative, likes to make things, mainly art, mainly carvings. Often make little minitures of scenes from midens writing, loves his twin, does anything it takes to fund midens intrests. Very loving to those hes close to

Miden

33- calmer by alot lmao, pretty introverted but he can hold a long conversation without becoming too drained, enjoys writing and making stories, also makes plays for fun, runs off little sleep cuase he stays up so late to write, and gets up early to write.

!gods!

Gideon

9 billion- confused boomer, loves his ‘children’, hates to be hated, always tries to help in anyway he can, despite making them, always curious into what mortals are doing, loves the universe he created and does anything he can to protect it

Merik

7 million- sore loser, does get a little salty, ultimatly bounces back and becomes a very good sport, always will adopt tactics, whatever it takes to win within the rules, keeps most all of his trophies from random feats hes done

Ventus

5 billion - calm, straightforward, tends to disregard others and do things himself, likes to sit on cliffs and watch the ocean

Kyle

Hes been around since 776 bc- very loud, lively, bright, tries his best to educate people on proper form, workout regime i intesne, doesnt allow others to take it, makes custom workout regimes for free, owns a gym, dude bro but hes nice, baby

Horo-sha

Her age technicaly is not accurate, shes like, 2 billion? Since dima was made right after her death. But since her history still lives, ima count it

5 billion but older than ventus- bitter, violent, former god of justice, fucking dead haha, hates mortals, primarily humans

Dima

Also not super accurate, hed only be a few centuries of being an active god before being sealed, but since hes technically, concious and has cognitive function hes counted

3 billion- mean lol, likes blood and gets even more violent when it starts getting messy, ‘new’ god of justice, uh, pretty bad at it like the last one, but worse, will kill over slight misdeameanors, everythings a crime smh

!misc!

Ivan

24- softspoken, from imperial russia, died young, he no longer feels his face is his own, has a mask that he likes better, has the sickness, but since he was human it killed him, can control it post mortem, is strong enough to be seen, but weak enough he can go invisible and go through solid objects.

More ocs will be added when i remember them, or create new ones, characters i dont really have built at all are not included

[bird-in-a-cage]

#42 from the prompt list... I mean I'm sorry but... I NEED TO SEE THAT.

Wow, am I sorry this took so long! This was a tough prompt but, thanks to @cockasinthebird for being a wonderful human being, we got through it. So I hope this was worth the wait!

Prompt list is here if anyone wants to throw a prompt at me!

#42: “I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy.  I said “hex party” as in witches.”

So far, college had been okay. It was as hard and challenging as Steve had expected, but he was getting on almost well. He had to spend a lot of time studying in the library, reading and re-reading source materials, typing, editing, deleting and starting all over again with essays and assignments sure. But it was different from high school, on a deep level he wanted to be here, amongst the old stone buildings that either held no heat at all or far too much depending on the weather outside, surrounded by people who also shared a passion for learning. It was different to focus on what he wanted to learn instead of just having to cram a little bit of everything into his brain everyday.

Turns out, if he was just allowed to go a little slower and take his time, he wasn’t as dumb as everyone back home at thought.

He’d gotten into college by the skin of his teeth, pulling far too many all nighters and living off five hour energy to drag his grades up when it was almost too late, pulling in every favour he had to retake anything below a C with nothing but a prayer and a pleading smile, somehow managing to not go completely insane in the process. Getting a 3 point grade average at graduation had been nothing short of a miracle. He wanted to say his parents had nothing to do with his acceptance into quite a nice school, but in reality Steve knew they probably greased a palm or two. Maybe helped pay for the new set of band uniforms that were recently unveiled.

The college itself was beautiful. Steve had fallen for it on his first visit. Old stone buildings, a large green campus area, a good surrounding community, regular activities and groups to go meet up with and try different things with now he was getting out of small town Hawkins and away from being stuck in what he knew. 

There was something a bit…odd about the college though. Steve would be sat in the library, for example, finishing up a comparison piece when he would hear the telltale low battery beep from his headphones. He always forgot to bring a charger. He knew it was on his nightstand back in the dorm room, wrapped around the drawer handle so he wouldn’t forget to lift it this time, so it was pointless checking his bag for it. He would go to pack his things away, open up his slouchy backpack and there it would be, his exact one because he’d wrapped a piece of green tape around it when his roommate kept stealing it and swearing blind he hadn’t, laying curled around his water bottle..

That wasn’t the only example though. Things would just appear when he was looking for them. Books he needed from a completely different section would just happen to be on the shelf he was currently looking at. If a flavour of soda was sold out at a vending machine, he would pick another, but the one he originally wanted would tumble out, ice cold and somehow impossibly refreshing. None of them were a major inconvenience by far, but it was just odd. 

The only small downside to the college of his dreams is that he forgot to investigate anything about the fraternities and sororities. Steve didn’t really have any desire to be in any frat even if offered, they were just houses for boys to pretend not to be at least a little bicurious as they bumped into each other all sweaty playing sports, using basketball as an excuse to touch each other’s muscles. Flat out no homo-ing each other. Steve was out and proud at college, didn’t need an excuse anymore other than “you’re hot, you wanna?”. The days of bi-panic and needing a thinly veiled excuse such as helping someone he thought was cute off the ground in the middle of a match were long gone.  Steve had been to a couple of frat parties, naturally, everyone did. They were kinda fun if you hung around outside away from the thick, choking air of sexual tension that was threatening to bubble over at any minute.

Everyone knew frat houses were just potential orgy dens, right?

There was one frat house though, just off campus and to the right a little, that gave off a weird vibe. The Omega House. It didn’t look that special, had dark grey panelling on the outside, windows trimmed in white, the omega symbol on the outer wall above the door painted in silver that reflected the sunlight and looked almost like real silver. Like the college itself, it was just odd. As far as Steve could tell it didn’t have many members, only four, as far as he’d counted, would walk around in blazing orange letterman jackets with that emblem stitched into the back and a smaller one on the front right breast. He didn’t know what majors they took, probably all on sports scholarships with how stacked a couple of them looked, and one liked to hang around the library. Always in sunglasses even indoors, tight jeans to combat the slightly too big jacket. Blonde hair shaved at the sides but longer on top, not wildly long but just enough for natural loose curls to develop.

Not that Steve had been looking at how handsome he was at all.

Thinking about it, he seemed to always be around when the odd things happened. When there would suddenly be a spare chair even though all the tables were packed with other students trying to do their work, a fresh stack of post it notes in Steve’s bag when he needed to write an annotation down quickly, a newly sharpened pencil just happening to be on the floor by his feet when he’d lost his before class. The rain suddenly starting as soon as Steve got into a building when he’d forgotten an umbrella like it was waiting for him to be safe and dry.

There was just something weird about the whole thing. Not enough for him to freak out and want to go home though, no way. He could deal with weird and slightly odd far better than being stuck in a town going nowhere, where his only future was getting a job in his father’s company and a wife he didn’t love, cranking out a couple kids after a year of so and slowly but surely morphing into a mirror image of the man he lowkey despised.

Even the thought of that was horrifying. It was bad enough that genetically they might look similar one day. Hopefully many, many years in the future. When plastic surgery was cheap.

The library was quiet when Steve entered. Of course it was, it was a Friday night. There were a number of parties and gatherings happening all over the place, but this week he’d promised himself to be good. Study now and party later. He’d been invited to a glow paint, totally-not-a-rave party happening just outside of town that he was pretty excited for. He’d been focusing hard on his studies so it was time to let off some steam. And maybe that steam had been building for quite some time cause ol’ Lefty wasn’t doing the trick anymore, mashing his face into a pillow in the dead of night, furiously jacking off under a blanket and praying his roommate didn’t wake up or come back soon. And, maybe sometimes, Steve thought about that cute blonde in the Omega House jacket and how good it would be to see those thick lips all slick and swollen wrapped around his cock. Really those thoughts were just between him and God, who he hoped wasn’t paying attention most of the time he was alone in his room.

Steve found the spot he liked, towards the back facing towards the window where he couldn’t be distracted by people walking in, and pulled his laptop and the well annotated copy of Dracula he was working from. His half finished essay sat on the screen, cursor blinking at him accusingly, demandingly even. He sighed at it and opened up to the page he was last working from when the chair next to him was pulled out. Not even one or two over, obeying the unspoken rule of the Personal Study Bubble. No, the very next chair. Steve could see orange reflected on his screen. He frowned slightly and turned to just give a passing glance, hoping for a the fuck? expression, when he saw staggeringly blue eyes staring back, nestled into tan freckled skin, natural curls just reaching down into the field of view. The regular sunglasses had been tucked up into the neck of a black tee. The back of Steve’s neck felt instantly hot as he looked away, hoping for a moment he hadn’t been seen, but that was impossible. He was right there.

“Hey, haven’t seen you around before. Must be in the same class though.” His voice was deep and Steve felt his legs turn a little bit to jello. He chanced another glance and saw the guy was holding a copy of Dracula too. Steve wasn’t sure he’d been holding it before… 

“Well, I attend almost every lecture…”

“You must do if you’re in here by yourself on a Friday,” the guy smiled. It didn’t look cruel, neither did it sound like he was making fun. This was already confusing, and Steve wasn’t the greatest with people at the best of times, let alone he around guys he thought were kind of stupidly handsome from afar, and apparently just stunning close up.

Steve just nodded and shifted in his seat slightly since this guy clearly wasn’t going to go away any time soon. He didn’t have anything on the table in front of him, didn’t even look like he had a backpack for the potential of anything. The odd feeling was definitely strong and getting stronger. “Can I… can I help you with something?”

“That depends,” the book was quickly tossed aside and the guy nudged closer with his chair, Steve could smell his cologne. It didn’t smell like anything he’d tried before. It was floral but dark and spicy, but also fruity too. Slightly burnt lemon and vanilla loaf? His hand wrapped easily around Steve’s freer one. His skin was warm, a little rough maybe from weightlifting which he clearly did, applying a comforting amount of pressure. Steve couldn’t help the skin on his arm breaking out in goose pimples. He glanced at their hands together and his throat felt impossibly tight. “I’m Billy by the way.”

“Steve...”

“Great. So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but things can be a little, strange around here-”

Steve glanced at their hands again, felt that blue steel bore into his eyes and further back. “Oh they’re strange alright…”

“You ever wondered why?” This guy, Billy, grinned something devilish and let Steve’s hand go only to put it on his knee, squeezing firm but not unpleasant. Steve was sure he was starting to sweat under the attention of all this. Yeah he had fooled around with a couple guys drunk at parties, stumbled into a dorm room or two he didn’t recognise to have some fun and wake up with carpet burns over his back and his knees, but this felt very direct. Especially when Billy’s hand started slowly drifting higher. Steve couldn’t even say he didn’t want it, he’d been staring at this guy from a distance for months now, but to have him suddenly be right in front and touching with obvious intent. It was something else.

“Uh, n-not really. Sometimes maybe?”

Billy’s eyes turned from cool to blazingly erotic in an instant, for just a moment, then back to cool again. He nudged even closer into Steve’s bubble, who was more helpless than a fish on dry land at this moment. 

“Would you like to know why?” The way Billy’s tongue licked over the L was something filthy. If Steve had been set jello before he was now quickly melting into a sweet pool of tangy cherry. “My friends and I can show you.”

Steve felt like he was drowning. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening. But still BIlly’s firm hand crept ever higher until he was practically cupping Steve through his jeans, inching closer until their lips were connected in the middle of the library. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed. He was already boiling alive in his skin from all the attention and Billy’s lips weren’t helping. They were as plush as Steve had imagined. Maybe not in the right area just yet but with the way Billy was pushing his palm directly against Steve’s slowly awakening dick they just might be soon.

He was half hard when Billy pulled away, flushed bright red like he’d been sunburnt.

“Come by the house tomorrow night, you’ll see. We promise you’ll enjoy it.” 

With that, Billy winked, slipped his sunglasses back on and left. Steve blinked at nothing for a long time, trying to piece together what the hell had just happened to him.

Did… did he just get invited to an orgy?

He packed up quickly and went back to his dorm, there was no way any studying was going to happen now. It didn’t happen throughout all of Saturday either. Just the memory of the whole short incident rolling around and around in Steve’s mind, of Billy’s words dripping from those lips and the feel of his hand pressing just right.

He’d definitely gotten invited to an orgy.

He lay on his bed for a while just thinking, tapping his forefingers together as something for them to do. Steve was kind of flattered really, he knew he was nice looking, but there were far better looking guys on campus, and from the stories he’d heard they’d probably be up for it no questions asked. It also popped into his head that the guys he’d seen wearing the orange Omega jackets were a lot more jacked than he was, and Steve had seen enough porn to know what that probably meant. A part of him knew this was utterly insane. Shit like this didn’t happen without a bored camera crew and fourteen different close up angles.

But then maybe it did happen. He was from a small town after all. He was pretty sure his neighbours three doors down were swingers from all the cars that would suddenly appear once a month for just a night. Least that was the rumor that he may or may not have pushed a couple times. And, afterall, wasn’t this what college was about? Being out there and experimenting with crazy shit you wouldn’t do in the real world. He’d taken ecstasy in his first few weeks at a warehouse party, he had no desire to do that back home.

So, maybe he was warming up to the idea of being a bottom at an orgy party being held in the weird grey frat house. Who was anyone to judge? Steve just wasn’t going to tell anyone about it, that’s all.

He felt nervous standing on the front steps of the Omega House. All the blinds were drawn inside. He didn’t know what to bring, what was customary? It didn’t feel right to bring, like, snacks, so he’d just brought himself, already flushing and trying not to get hard by just the thought of Billy getting his hands on him again, how good he must look naked and sweating, finding out what those lips could really do.

The man himself answered the door after two sharp knocks. The grin he wore was sinful, eyes wild and excited, grip firm as he pulled Steve easily inside the dark room. Steve wasn’t sure what to expect, but low mood lighting, a coffee table in the middle of three couches covered in books and blank papers, and every other surface holding up thick lit candles dripping with wax wasn’t it. It also appeared to be just the two of them.

It wasn’t entirely what he had signed up for. But Steve wasn’t exactly complaining.

“Man, am I happy you actually came,” Billy started, pulling his letterman off and hanging it over the banister like a coat hook. His black tee had the sleeves ripped off, his arms were nothing short of statue worthy. He ruffled his hair a little, the curls bobbing just so. They looked delightfully soft. “The rest of the guys are at some sorority bullshit, but they’ll be here later.”

“Uh, o-okay, cool.” Steve tried to sound confident as he went to go take a seat on one of the couches. Billy sat next to him, up close and personal again and it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. He was radiating body heat which Steve wanted to eat up greedily. He noticed some of the books on the table. A copy of Frankenstein, a very old looking copy of Dracula, maybe second edition, a copy of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, and copies of both Malleus Maleficarum and A Guide to Modern Witchcraft. Those titles mixed with all the candles and the mood lighting and Billy’s staring and frankly demonic grin led Steve down the path that seemed the most obvious to him.

This was a sex cult house. And it was about to get all Rosemary’s Baby up in here.

Billy’s hand was back on his thigh again, heavy and pressing, taking Steve out of his deep barrel of thoughts. The grin was back on his tanned features. “You look nervous.” He gave Steve’s thigh a squeeze. Even though he had no idea what was going on it still made his cock jump alert in his jeans.

“Well, I’ve never exactly been to… one of these before…”

Billy’s eyebrows furrowed together a little, he still wore a smile though. It suited his face. “One of what?”

“You know...?” Steve rolled his hands as his face turned ever redder. He was sure it could almost be seen from space. He wasn’t a prude by any means, but growing up in quite a strict household meant he just struggled saying some things out loud. So he whispered it instead. “...an orgy?”

Billy stared at him for a moment before breaking into laughter that wasn’t at all humiliating. He must have sensed Steve’s rapidly growing discomfort and indignity because the laughter quickly died and turned more into gentle questioning. “Did you think that was what this was gonna be?”

“Well I don’t know what else this would be!” Steve spat out in frustration. He hated not knowing the whole story and here he felt he barely even knew the first line of the novel. Billy smiled warm like a summer day and cupped his cheek. He felt instantly calmed, being swallowed up by those cool blues like a gentle river on an August afternoon.  “I said I’d explain about all the odd things that happen around campus. They’re from us in this house. We’re kind of, different.”

“Different how?”

Billy took his hand back and snapped his fingers loud and piercing. All the candles extinguished themselves at once. Not a breeze to be felt. It wasn’t scary, or spooky, but it was pretty cool. “Different different. You’re the only person who’s seemed to notice. And, by house law, that means you get initiated. You get to know that we’re all witches.”

The word hung in the air and seemed ridiculous. But, at the same time, it didn’t. It did certainly explain how chargers and post its and pencils would suddenly just appear whenever Steve needed them. He still wasn’t completely convinced though.

“Witches?” He repeated back carefully, just in case he’d heard that wrong too. Billy nodded and clapped his hands. Every candle reignited themselves, flickering back to life one by one in a circle around the room. A bottle of whiskey and cans of coke appeared on the table where there had been just papers before. The books remained. There was a proud look on his face. Short of being drugged at the door and this all being a crazy fever dream, this was definitely real. Steve didn’t really have any reason to not believe his eyes and what was happening around him. Billy didn’t look like David Copperfield that was for sure. “So, not an orgy?”

“No. Not an orgy.” Billy chuckled and repeated back. He must have seen Steve’s face go from confused to understanding to a little disappointed all within the space of a few seconds because his hand was high on Steve’s thigh again. Maybe the guy just didn’t understand personal space? That seemed growingly likely. “I don’t think I’d wanna share you anyway.”

Steve felt the flush on his face again, but he grinned through it this time. Weird, spooky, otherworldly shit could be saved for later if there was even a chance of getting what he’d been thinking alone in his bed. “But you’d wanna maybe...?”

He let the question stay floating between them as Billy smirked lewd and pressed himself up against Steve’s body. “Bet you’d love to find out what I can do with my fingers pretty boy…”

Oh, Steve really would.

[dorkylittleweirdo]

crazy shit that happened during high school

freshman year:

my favorite teacher (pe coach) ended up being a pedophile. it’s kinda scary to think about bc like,, that was my favorite teacher and i trusted him and if he tried anything with me i don’t think i would’ve stopped him and just yikes. but yeah, it was a whole thing. once the school found out they got the police involved and he fled the state. they got him in the end but i mean,, i spent a lot of time in the secretary’s office crying about it bc i really trusted that dude and i was distraught over it. that might’ve been where my trust issues started??? fun stuff

my school shut down. like i mean,, bc it was a charter school and we had to get the charter renewed. but the board at my school wasn’t using their money the way they were supposed to. it was a whole thing, like the principal left that school year bc he knew what was happening, couldn’t stop them from doing it, and didn’t want to be part of it. so they had a lot of meetings that us kids were allowed to go to so we could see what was happening and all that. i only went to one and it was A Time bc the lady who was recording everything passed tf out and of course nobody was a doctor and my pipsqueak thirteen year old ass went “i know what to do” bc i Did so i had to help her which was a trip in and of itself. but anyways, the school’s charter got denied, and everyone had to transfer, but the district promised that we could go to any school we wanted, not just the one we would have to go to by zip code

sophomore year:

i ended up going to a private christian school. big fucking mistake. absolute disaster. nothing really happened that was crazy by their standards, but it was for me

so they have a house system. think of harry potter, it’s EXACTLY like that. we have points, we have competitions, we have all that extra stuff. it was such a time, like i don’t,, i don’t even know how to explain how fucking weird that shit was

i came out in the middle of class. the principal’s daughter was our sub and she goes “okay so everyone is gonna tell us something that nobody knows about them” so when it was my turn i go “so it’s not a secret and y’all should know this but clearly y’all don’t: i’m not straight”. silence. dead silence. we could hear the class next to us it was so quiet. some girl whispers “i knew it”. another girl leans over and whispers to my friend “i’m so sorry”. principal’s daughter gives me the most threatening, condescending smile i’ve ever seen and goes “thanks for sharing”. i had to come out to my mom that same day bc i told me friends and they panicked on my behalf bc when people found out that they were gay, the principal told their parents. and i was Not about to be outed by the principal. my mom has since told me that the principal never contacted her about it so i came out for nothing but i mean i really like being out so we’re good

so instead of prom, cult school has this thing called “the ball”. sophomores, juniors, and seniors are allowed to go bc there’s less than fifty people per grade so if sophomores don’t come, there’s not enough people. so i went bc my friends were all going and i was like “yeah why not might as well”. three dance lessons. three fucking dance lessons for this stupid ball that i didn’t dance once at. i literally had three panic attacks in the span of an hour at the second one, and then i had swim practice right after. fucking exhausted. felt like i ran five marathons by the time i got home. the last lesson i didn’t do any dancing, just vibed with my friend in the corner. so at the actual ball, same friend and i vibed at the tables the whole time. we went to the bathroom for like an hour and took mirror selfies and tried to make our asses look bigger bc we’re Like That

SO AFTER THE BALL, there was apparently a massive party and there was alcohol and stuff. so my friends and i were blissfully unaware bc nobody liked us bc who tf likes the school sinners. so we walked to get ice cream after in our fucking ballgowns and suits looking like All That. so the principal thought that it was one of us who hosted the party and we were like “??? what party?”. literally almost got in trouble bc the principal thought we were LYING. i told my mom and she takes No Shit, so when the principal called her demanding to know if i went to/hosted the party, she marched her ass down to the school and was like “i know y’all have something against mexicans and people who are different from y’all, but that’s no reason to blame my daughter for something that your so called “perfect” students did”. my mom got Heated, roasted the fuck out of the principal, then LEFT. principal never fucked with my mom after that

so there was a fire like across the street from the school. the fd told us to evacuate, but noooooo the school was like “god will protect us” i’m like “okay but i’m gay and apparently your god hates that so i think we’re gonna Perish”. the fucking POWER went out and they STILL wouldn’t let us go. my mom called to sign me out so i could go wherever the fuck i wanted in the school until my friend’s dad came to pick us up bc she couldn’t get there bc of the fire. so i vibed next door to my friends’ class and i was like “heeeeey god’s trying to kill the gays” and we laughed about that until my gay ass got saved lmaoooo

okay so this is the funniest memory i have. in chemistry once, our teacher took us outside and started digging a lil hole next to the school. and keep in mind, my chem teacher used to be a hardcore atheist druggie, like fucking meth and coke and shit. took a theology course and converted. so he’s really sweet and nice but he’s also Slightly mad scientist vibes. so anyways, he puts something in this little hole, lights it on fire. i forgot why he did it, but i was standing back with him and one of the exchange students and the three of us watch in Horror as the rest of the class makes a circle around the fire and start doing some weird dance and saying something. it wasn’t like a chant, idk what to call it, but they were like counting like “and one, and two, and three, and four” and then the dance would get more intense and they’d get louder. so eventually they were screaming and going apeshit and i looked at my teacher and he’s just,, watching them do this. i’m like “and i’m satan, huh?”. like these kids really trying to summon the devil but i’m the bad one bc i like girls

junior year:

so technically this was during the summer but i’m putting it here. they have like a house party after the school year ends. i made cookies. apparently they “looked weird” so nobody ate them, two of my soon to be teachers kept insulting them. i called my mom to pick me up, took my cookies with me, got back in the car in tears. had to have a whole conversation with the principal and those two teachers so they could apologize bc i wanted to leave the school after that. dw tho, i took my cookies to the guards at my summer camp and they appreciated the hell out of them bc they were Very Good Cookies

so my ap bio teacher was an enabler. i was his favorite bc i wasn’t a religious nut and it was very obvious that i believed in science and not whatever the hell this cult was doing with their creationist bs. also he was a parasitologist and i’m super into parasitology so he had fun talking about it to someone who both understood and was extremely interested in the topic. i rolled up to class one day like “hey so i’m gonna buy hissing cockroaches from amazon, if my parents find out and don’t let me keep them do you want them??” and he’s like “yeah”. i brought them to class a few times and everyone Hated it but my teacher was like ayyyyy. and everyone thought he was either and atheist or agnostic, so when some girl asked how he thought mary conceived jesus to see what he said, he looked at me like “y’all hear somethin/hel p” and i go “parthenogenesis” and he Went With It, talking about how it was theoretically possible in humans but we ignored the fact that the baby would’ve been a girl bc the class is dumb none of them have ever heard of parthenogenesis before jesus is the true trans icon we all need

my art teacher was my favorite and she knows that i’m gay. she’s the only teacher from my school that i’m still in contact with. so every big project we did, i made it gay. and i knew, and my friends knew, and she knew, but the rest of the class had no idea. i’m like presenting my project and the class would get sus and they’re like “so are those two really good friends” and i’m like “so she has a rainbow heart on her choker and she has a lesbian symbol on her shirt”. the class was still confused and my friend yells “they’re LESBIANS”. it was iconic

my brit lit teacher was bi. she never said it, but i know she was. always talked about how much she hated men, then was like “women are very very good”. no way this woman was straight. so we read dracula and it’s got that Subtext, so one time i leaned over to my friend bc he sat next to me and i go “the Homoerotic Subtext”. and i didn’t realize that the teacher was right in front of me until she tapped my desk and goes “it gets better”, told me a page number that i flipped to, and it was Even More Gay and i was like 😏. also she assigned me a gay poet for my poetry project and i talked about that for my whole presentation in front of the class and it was the biggest paragraph in my essay and i got 100% on it even tho i choked at the beginning. also i mentioned in passing that i liked sappho and she goes “ooh i love sappho” i’m like “ma’am please leave this cult and get you a gf”

senior year:

i left the cult finally. went to the one school i actually liked. i made friends who actually like me and they were patient and they were amazing and i love them all very much even if i’ll never tell them. my classmates were great, v friendly, i had a great time. however,

so many fires. school got cancelled like five times bc of how bad the fires were

the school shooting. i don’t think i need to go further into that, it’s pretty self explanatory

covid. again, don’t need to go further into that, v self explanatory

[elliotfm]

hey guys ! i’m jules and i’m super excited to open; i have two super clingy cats in case any of you ever need a visual pick-me-up, i’m a uni student in canada and a Big skincare and dark chocolate junkie, more than likely gonna be typing replies while indulging in either jsyk ! i tried to keep it short since i’m a rambly bitch, but links to elliot’s basic stats and her wc page will be up soon — though i have some under the read more — as well as a playlist whenever i find the energy to set it up here FLDKSJGSD also pardon the lack of theme, i forgot the url for the preview and code link for the one i wanted to use but i’ll have it figured out shortly ! anyways, without further ado:

◤  *  kim doyeon  ;  twenty-one  ;  cis female  ;  she/her  —  is  that  who  i  think  it  is  over  there  ?  outer  banks  very  own  kook  ,  elliot hong  .  makes  sense  ‘cause  i  can  practically  hear  into it  by  chase atlantic  blasting  through  their  headphones  .  plus  who  else  would  you  find  out  at  the boneyard  right  now  ?  some  say  they're  pretty  astute  ,  but  it's  the  imperious  reputation  i'd  watch  out  for  .  i  wonder  if  they're  still  a student / heiress  and  obsessing  about  keeping  up  with  their  bongs, random shoes and empty bottles of dom on the living room floor  &  a bite as big as her bark  vibe  .  [  ooc  ;  jules/21+/nt/she/her  ]

tw: drug and alcohol mention

the middle child of her parents, elliot is the fourth of her father’s five children

her mother is his second ( now ex — ) wife, though they remain cordial and have since moved on

grew up with a silver spoon, her dad being a wall street giant who would split his time between nyc and, once upon a time, connecticut — though it ultimately became a back-and-forth from nyc and the outer banks when elle was about four

her mother was adopted into an old money family ( on the lower end of that group ) in charlotte when she was a baby and had become something of a socialite when young, but shifted to becoming an entrepreneur. of what ?? i still haven’t figured that out LFJDGS

has a half-sister and half-brother from her dad’s first marriage, tallulah ( aka tally, a pain in my ass over on my indie fdlkjgs ) and bennett, and is basically a mini tally as all she really had were brothers and was Attached to her big sis whenever she’d visit

and as for her older and younger brother..... they might be wcs soon enough so we’ll leave that be for now DFLSGKJ

now onto ELLE ! she was the princess of the younger three hong kids, like the apple of her mother’s eye and her father’s Biggest tormentor

aka would hog the phone whenever he couldn’t come home for the night to tell him good night, hounded him to read her bedtime stories, pretty much always got her way in the most wholesome way when she was a kid

like i said before, moved to the obx when she was four because her mom used to visit when she was a kid and loved it; it was also due to its convenience in seeing her maternal grandparents regularly, its quieter nature in comparison to the affluent hubs for businessmen outside of manhattan and just in general

her dad just went along because it’s what his wife wanted and fuck it, at least the kids wouldn’t hound them to take them to places beyond their urban surroundings as often DLSFJDS

growing up, she wasn’t Too much of a brat but liked having the spotlight on her — she’d accredit it to tally’s influence AND her parents caving to her whims more often than not — and was very sociable and respectful even back in primary school

LOVED to explore, and, while not a tomboy per se, would take part in some activities her brothers or other boys in her grade participated in; be it to bond, trail along her siblings’ every move because she didn’t wanna stray far from action, or to prove that she can hold her own, she’d do it

uhhh overall a cute, if not high-maintenance, kid, but her teen years ?? yikes, people would be in for a ride bc this is when she REALLY started to emulate tally and shift her boldness towards riskier shit

basically could’ve been a main character on outer banks itself with her reckless antics and partying as a teenager…. and now, even SGDLKF

could’ve been considered a typical kook, save for her wild streak; she could hang with the pogues and wouldn’t let her slight superiority complex come into play unless she was challenged or something, otherwise she’d chase the party and the fun wherever she could find it

loves fashion and being the hottest in the room, didn’t need to step on toes to get further but would do so at times Solely to make a point/to call someone out on their shit

is now attending columbia u, rather she’s taking a Break as she makes sure she’s content with the path she’s taking ( aka being the trashy 21 year old she wants to be, chilling at the family home with just her siblings and daddy’s money with no Major worries involving the near future )

isn’t the most studious person, but she’d gotten far enough to begin wrapping up her major whenever she decides to head back

though.. the entire time has been mostly spent sleeping with some of her rich friends, drinking and smoking pot, with the occasional hit of whatever clean enough drug that one of her friends had on them

also spent a lot of her time meeting up with her socialite big sis as a plus one to some cooler events, so while she’s not famous, her name has made the rounds where it matters given her surname’s already established relevance in nyc

when she’s not getting an education and is homebound instead, she’s pissing off her neighbours with her house parties at the family home on the beach, doing dumb shit the second she’s inside of a gala or club — albeit with partial discretion that’s completely ignored whenever around other young adults — and just chilling poolside and staying hydrated fgkldjsg

personality and shit

if i were to use a label to describe her, she'd be a mix between the princess/baby doll, the hedonist and the reveller i think ?? i don’t even know where to place her LKSDFGJLK

self-confidence is through the roof, KNOWS she’s pretty and doesn’t really let rumours or negativity get her down — aside from wanting to unleash hell if someone keeps irritating her for whatever reason

she’s messy as hell, but around the uptight, live-through-your-kids parents of kooklandia she puts on the façade of a poised young woman who has Some fun because she knows it bodes well.. only even then, she doesn’t maintain it bc honestly, who cares —

she’s not a complete dick per se, but she can be snide and boastful when provoked

has something of a superiority complex, independent and lives lavishly with reckless abandon

non-committal yet sensible when it comes to who she sleeps with; typically has a couple of stable fuck buddies but has had some one night stands if she’s feeling it

keeps her true inner circle small, but gets off on attention and likes to stay cordial with some people, so she’s got quite a few friends all the same

like i said earlier, will hang with the pogues and thinks the whole class rivalry thing is kind of stupid when it means sticking with her own would mean dealing with parent pleasers, polo shirt enthusiasts and either being too straight-laced or too destructive for her liking

.. so she’s a far cry from her sister in that regard, otherwise rip GLSKJ

though that doesn’t stop her from unleashing her pompous attitude onto a pogue when it seems appropriate, aka doing anything to piss her off

there really isn’t much to expand on tbh, though i will say that her emboldened nature and need for a good time however she can get it comes out more than her uglier side ( except her vanity. that’ll never go away KSFDG )

some quick plot ideas

a childhood friend or two, pretty standard idea there

could carry over into a trio type of thing depending on where she stands with either of them, or they’re a different couple of pals she’s made over the years

family friends, aka nyc kids or people who’ve rubbed elbows with either of elle’s parents, though they don’t Actually have to be friends of course JGDSFKL

her best friend and confidante, someone she can have cute moments with between the chaos and one of the few people that elle would probably accost someone for if they hurt the other in any way

enemies are always fun ! probably rooted in a competitive streak more than anything else but i’m all ears for a more complex reason

ex-hookup(s), current hookup(s), throw it all at me klgfjd

a hateship/ewb would be fun with her too, oh my god sfdgklj

FAKE FRIENDS !! either in the past or currently, probably stayed friends for the sake of their appearances but have a lot of quiet disdain for each other — though elliot wouldn’t be too bothered by that situation beyond being around someone she deems soul-sucking, face value hype and knowing they probably need her more than she needs them gives her too much satisfaction fkskgls

an ex-something, open to anyone. either someone her parents forced on her to straighten her out a tad that she wound up liking…. after a good period of her telling them to fuck off sdglk or someone she’d been seeing for a while at her own accord, likely someone her parents wouldn’t approve of so readily. would’ve ended the same way: with her calling it off because she didn’t want to settle down, not even for a relationship ( and perhaps bc she’s scared of commitment with her cracked family dynamic that’s been a thing since birth, but that’s another story jsdfkg )

or we can just as easily do high school exes who only really stayed together until graduation bc their parents were being Some level of overbearing with how they’d be such a good couple — not that there was nothing there, just nothing beyond sex and being some kind of status symbol to each other, idk lfkgsd

her designated event pals would be super fun ?? sdgkflj like they go to all of these big parties and galas with their families, break off to do their own thing bc those events are boring as fuck, and head back to her place before she throws an after-party of sorts. they’d be decent friends beyond this though, them being someone she trusts a good bit compared to others in her circle

[ayma-nidiot]

“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fanfic Chapter 1

Link to this chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Summary: Seto Kaiba and Pharaoh Atem no longer reside in Domino City - or in this time period, for that matter. Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood, with their newly awakened shapeshifting powers, jump at the chance to become top duelists once again. Not if a beautiful and cunning duelist by the name of Amber can help it! To Rex’s misfortune, Amber catches him in an embarrassing position at school. But this won’t be the last time he gets hot and bothered at school, and a suggestion from a former rival puts Rex in a rather… compromising position.

This is a sequel to my mostly-Pride fanfic “In the White Light,” which also features Shrimpshipping in the last few chapters. One main reason I wanted to write this fic is to not only give Rex and Weevil more attention, but also to write a Shrimpshipping fanfic with little to no Pride. Though “Don’t Speak Their Names” will feature a few elements from “In the White Light,” it is not 100% necessary to read “In the White Light” first. However, this fic will allude to that one on a few occasions. As always, constructive criticism is welcome!

Chapter 1 - “Oohs” and “Aahs”

“And that,” Rex Raptor propped his legs on the dueling table in a moment of pride, “is what I call sweet, sweet revenge.”

Weevil Underwood ignored the cheers that resounded throughout Domino High School’s rooftop. “Nah. That’s what I call sheer, dumb luck.”

After scooping up his deck, Rex gave the bug duelist a smirk right in his face. “And on my birthday, no less!”

“Okay, okay.” Weevil threw up his hands in defeat. “But insects are still the best. You Jurassic jerk.”

“Those insects were quite the pest problem. But I took care of them…” Rex leaned in closer to Weevil’s ear and whispered, “just like I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Before Weevil could slap Rex for saying something so vulgar at school, their club sponsor spoke as he entered the scene, “Speaking of problems, there will be a problem if you don’t get to class! First period starts in six minutes!”

“Pfft…” a girl snickered on everyone’s way to class.

“What’s so funny?” Weevil didn’t like the way this unfamiliar girl stared at him with her amber eyes.

“Man, oh man…” spoke one of Weevil’s buddies from the tabletop gaming club, which had hosted Rex’s “birthday tournament.” “That’s the last person you want laughing at you, Underwood.”

“Why, what’s so special about her?” Rex asked as everyone took their seats.

“You don’t know?” another friend chimed in. “She’s known around this school as a man-eater. Plus, I’ve heard she’s a sneaky - but awesome - duelist.”

“And wouldn’t I know it,” sighed Espa Roba, who had since moved to Domino City. “She beat me - me, the psychic duelist! - handily during that birthday tournament.”

“So, Mr. Psychic Duelist, what’s her name?”

“Uh…” Espa stared into space. “She was so beautiful that I never thought to ask.”

“And I suppose you bozos never thought to ask either?” Rex got no response to that except for a few dopey chuckles.

“Well, it looks like the sunrise with legs just walked in.” Friend #1 whistled as a girl with long, raven-black hair showed up to class. “Raptor, why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Rex pulled Weevil out of his seat. “No way! Make him do it!”

“You’re the one who won the tournament, dino brain!”

It didn’t take long for the raven-haired girl to notice this lover’s quarrel. “A dino brain you are, indeed!” she laughed, completely nonplussed. “Not only to suffer such a humiliating defeat at regionals, but also to have the lowest grades of anyone in this class!”

As the girl laughed all the way to her seat, Friend #2 whispered to Rex, “Um… I guess that’s her way of saying, ‘You’re out of my league?’”

No kidding! Though Rex and Weevil had been in a relationship for nearly a year now, the dino duelist didn’t feel comfortable letting his jock friends know about it.

“She even knows about your oh-so-gracious loss at regionals!” Friend #1 chuckled. “Man, talk about-”

“WILL YOU STOP TALKING ALREADY?!” Rex nearly toppled his desk over as he sharply arose.

“I agree, Mr. Raptor,” spoke their homeroom science teacher. “Thank you for pretending to be the teacher, if only for three seconds. You may take a seat now.”

I’ll get you yet, you piece of shit… Rex glared back at the girl, who continued to giggle with her clique.

Rex had hoped that the teasing would stop in this period. To his misfortune, this girl not only teased him at every turn, but got away with doing it. He reckoned that it was because she had the best grades out of all the seniors and got to skip two years - or so she and her teachers claimed. Very few things annoyed Rex more than smartasses doing whatever they damn well pleased to (unless said smartass was Weevil).

Rex would not have to deal with this smartass for the last period of the day - gym class - as this class had two teachers who normally taught the boys and girls separately. But he did not enjoy the annoying “oohs” and “aahs” he got from his male classmates. Luckily, the gym teacher not only didn’t know the raven-haired girl, but thanks to his athletic abilities, Rex was on his good side.

“There’s a time and a place for teasing each other, boys,” the gym teacher paused before the boys were to jump the vault. “It’s called after school. You’re not in college yet.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Friend #1 as Rex prepared himself for his turn, and promptly took off.

“I suppose his is well-named,” Friend #2 remarked. “The kid runs like a velociraptor. His face looks like one, too.”

Weevil, however, could tell something was awry from the look on his boyfriend’s face. “Hold on, fartknocker. I know Rex better than any of you, and I can assure you he is normally not that exhausted.”

The gym teacher was the only other one to notice. “Mr. Raptor, go to the nurse,” he ordered immediately.

“No, Teach, I’m fine,” Rex insisted, but the gym teacher wouldn’t accept that answer.

“I mean it, Mr. Raptor. You’re having heat exhaustion,” the gym teacher spoke as he wrote Rex a clinic pass. “Go, now, before it develops into full-on heat stroke.”

This was the one teacher Rex really liked, and he knew better than to argue with him. Without looking at his teacher’s face, he took the hall pass and sauntered into the hallway leading to the clinic. He didn’t make it far, though, as even after stopping for some water, he felt even hotter still… in ways he didn’t want to at school. He thanked the gods that nobody in the hallway could see him in such a state.

“Why…” Rex wiped his forehead after making way for the loo. “Argh, why do I have to have a boner in the middle of class? And… and… What the fuck?!”

Rex didn’t expect to see his rabbit ears, paws, and tail come out - after all, he only recently discovered his ability to change into the Creepy Coney. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t retract his animal features. Unless… “There’s only one way I can make my bunny ears go away, huh…”

Rex took one final look around the hall, and locked himself in one of the stalls. Even though the loo was air conditioned well enough, his body still felt hot as he let his pants fall to his knees.

Gods… Rex felt paranoid at first, but as he caressed his own cock, any noise in that hallway - save for his own whimpering - proved insignificant. He had wanted for Weevil to join him in there, but of course the aspiring valedictorian had to jump the vault instead. Still… This isn’t so bad…

Rex had an experience with touching himself that he was unusually proud of, so it took him no time at all to reach a satisfying climax - and an especially loud moan. As he pulled his pants back up and exited the stall, he showed no shame - that was, until he heard a feminine chuckle from just outside the loo entrance. “Sounds like you had quite a bit of fun in there.”

“It’s…!” Rex easily recognized the raven-haired girl. “It’s none of your business!”

“Oh, I think after seeing you practically turn into a rabbit and hearing you masturbate in the bathroom, it is very much my business.”

“Shh!” Rex rushed up to the girl and covered her mouth. “Okay, what do you want me to do so you don’t tell everyone what happened in there?”

“Shouldn’t you ask a lady what her name is before you ask her for favours?”

“But… But…” Rex stuttered.

“The name’s Amber, by the way. And if you’re wondering what I’d like from you… Just let me follow you around whenever I’d like.”

“That’s, um… Odd. You do know I have a boyfriend, right?” Rex let it slip without thinking.

“I’ve known for quite some time,” Amber replied nonchalantly. “Or have you not heard of my sneaky reputation?”

Rex wanted to hit Amber for speaking that way to him, but he knew better. “...So you just want to follow me? Even on the way home?”

“Now that you mention it, yes.” Amber smirked when the bell to end the school day rang. “Right now, if you don’t mind.”

Oh, you bet I do, Rex thought as several jealous boys glared at him. You bet I do.

[cherryrogers]

falling for you {ch. 2}

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | high school au

warnings: swearing, some angst, some fluff.

synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was the plan. Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of that plan.

a/n: so this is kind of a long one - once i start writing i just can’t stop oops. it was gonna be longer but i was just like girl,,, chill. not a lot of bucky, but things are gonna start happening in the next chapter :) this one’s just a bit of fun... sort of. enjoy!

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“Seriously, guys?” You groaned, approaching your best friend and her boyfriend, your smile turning into grimace at the sight of them heavily making out outside of the school building.

Wanda pulled back, letting out a giggle through her slightly swollen lips. “Sorry, (Y/N). Didn’t see you there.”

Feeling his cheeks going red, Vis stepped back so he wasn’t standing so close to Wanda, running a hand through his blond hair. “Alright, I think I’m gonna get to class. See you at lunch?”

The strawberry blond nodded, sending a sweet smile to the boy before he walked away, finally turning her full attention to you. Her and Vis started dating at the beginning of sophomore year. They were both new students, and after they became each other’s first friend, they’d been attached at the hip ever since.

You were lucky Wanda’s brother tended to hang out with you as well, otherwise, you’d be doing some very hardcore third-wheeling.

“You do realise you’re at school, right? Can’t you guys keep it in your pants until you’re not in the middle of a place surrounded by people?”

The girl narrowed her eyes at you. “I’ve barely seen him all week. He’s been doing a bunch of work for this science course he wants to do — something to give him a better chance of getting a scholarship for college. You know, it’s really not fun when your best friend and your boyfriend are such geeks.”

If there was one thing you had in common with Vis, it was your work ethic. You didn’t really talk to Vis unless he was hanging out with Wanda and you, but when you had the odd conversation, it would usually revolve around the topic of school, which always made Wanda roll her eyes dramatically, insisting that you guys needed to learn what the word ‘fun’ meant.

“Well, I said you could come over one day if you wanted,” You shrugged. “But, I would’ve been-”

“Studying,” She finished your sentence, causing you to nod reluctantly. “(Y/N), sweetie. I love you, but studying is not fun, at all. I don’t count ‘watching you study’ as hanging out with you. God, I’ve just had the exact same conversation with Vis this morning.”

“You know, I was having a nice morning until I showed up here and you started attacking me,” You said sarcastically, making Wanda smirk and roll her eyes. “Where’s Pietro?”

“Athletics club,” The girl responded, pulling her backpack tighter around her shoulders. “The whole club has to run five miles every Friday morning before school. No thanks. I think I’d rather watch you study for an hour.”

You softly smacked her arm with the back of your hand. “Hey, that’s rude.”

“Take it as a compliment.” Her smirk widened.

“Anyway,” You continued, ignoring her teasing. “If you see him, could you please tell him that he still owes me the five dollars I lent him on Monday? I wouldn’t have asked for it back, but it’s my mom’s birthday soon and I need all the money I can get to buy her this bag-”

“Holy shit,” Wanda interrupted, shifting her focus from you to something that caught her eye behind you. Your mouth opened slightly, about to ask the girl what she was gaping at, when the roar of an engine from not so far away stopped you from doing so. Your friend clasped her hand around your arm and spun you around so that you were facing in the same direction as her. “Is that Bucky?”

As soon as his name fell from her lips and your eyes fell on the same sight as hers, you couldn’t help but let out a confused laugh.

It was Bucky. You could tell because he was wearing that damn leather jacket that he loved so much —you didn’t even have to see his face, which was covered by a black motorcycle helmet.

Wait, a motorcycle helmet?

Now you knew what Wanda was gaping at. Bucky had his ass sat on a motorcycle. Since when could Bucky ride a motorcycle? You knew he’d been taking driving lessons for a while, but the kid failed to mention he’d soon be driving that to school. The bike was a sheer black colour that glistened beneath the sun’s rays, and it evidently stood out amongst the cars surrounding it in the parking lot.

You watched as he pulled off his helmet, shaking the brown waves out of his face that naturally fell over his forehead. The helmet was placed over the mirrors of the bike, and he swiftly swung his right leg over to the left of it so that he was no longer sitting down.

At least half of the students surrounding the parking lot had stopped whatever they were doing to find the source of the loud engine. After finding their answer, the majority of them looked away and carried on walking into school. However, your eyes stayed on Bucky, seeing a smile had appeared on his face. Two of his friends, Steve and Sam, had made their way across the lot, and looked to be admiring their friend’s new wheels. They both fist-bumped Bucky as he leaned against his bike casually, and the three seemed to have gotten into conversation.

A loud ringing from the building behind you caused your gaze to snap away from Bucky and his motorcycle. You looked at Wanda, watching her tap away on her phone before shoving it into the pocket of her dress. After quickly stealing another glimpse at Bucky, you turned to the girl and spoke quickly.

“I’ll see you in class, okay? I’ve just gotta do something before I go inside.”

Wanda glanced back and forth between you and the three boys in the parking lot conversing next to the bike, before she shot you a knowing smile. Wanda wasn’t dumb. While you constantly told her that Bucky and you weren’t a thing, she wasn’t blind to... whatever there was between you and him.

“Alright, but don’t spend too long talking to your boyfriend.”

“Wanda...”

“I’m just saying,” Wanda ignored your annoyance. “Mr. Pierce gets way too much joy out of issuing detentions to anyone that arrives a second after nine. You know, I bet he’s one of those people who thinks it’s funny when babies cry...”

“Wanda.”

The girl chuckled. “Oh, right, sorry. See you in class.”

With a final wink, your friend turned around to walk into the school building while you paced in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long for Bucky to realise you were heading towards him, and you watched as he said something to Steve and Sam, who both nodded in response. You were close enough to hear them saying goodbye to him before they too headed towards the building.

Bucky turned his gaze back to you, smirking as you eventually reached him and his new ride. You eyed the bike for a couple of seconds, and then diverted your focus to him. He raised his brows, having the nerve to wait for you to speak up first. The expression on his face caused you to scoff.

“So, are you a part of some biker gang now?” You teased, earning yourself an unimpressed look from Bucky, before gesturing your hand towards the bike. “Seriously, I didn’t know you were learning to ride this.”

“You like it?” He asked, patting his hand against the leather of the seat he was leaning against.

“I mean, yeah. Makes you look pretty badass.”

The smirk on his lips only widened. “You think so, sweets?”

“Yeah, totally. Trust me, if I wasn’t with you when you cried at the dog dying in John Wick, I’d be a little intimidated.”

And his smirk was gone.

“You know, I think the fact that you didn’t cry just makes you heartless.” He fired back, pushing himself up from the bike and tucking the keys into the back pocket of his jeans.

You began walking side by side out of the parking lot, and you let yourself bask in a few seconds of silence before replying to him. You were the only two left outside of the building, but you were sure you’d be fine for time. It didn’t take too long for you to get to your class from the entrance of the school.

“You’re probably right.” You shrugged, shoving your hands further into the pockets of your jacket.

Being able to express your emotions wasn’t a common trait in your family, it seemed. Your parents were never good at helping you feel better when you were upset. When your elementary school homework was too hard to complete, or you didn’t want to go to school during seventh grade because there were a group of girls that made your life hell, they barely even batted an eyelash at you. Even at such a young age, you knew that the way you were treated wasn’t the way anyone should treat a child. It gradually became the norm for you to simply suppress anything negative that you began to feel.

Any sort of feeling that distracted you from being productive was buried deep in the back of your mind, and you eventually just became scarily good at controlling your emotions. There was once a time in middle school where you watched the guy you had a crush on kiss another girl during recess, and you didn’t even care. Well, you did, but you refused to let your eyes even glaze over with tears. Because if you did let yourself care, then you’d get sad about it. If you were sad, you couldn’t focus on your schoolwork. And if your schoolwork suffered because of your sadness over a stupid crush, you wouldn’t here the end of it from your parents until your grades were nothing but the best.

And as for movies, books, TV shows, and videos of couples reuniting at airports after not seeing each other for years - they got nothing out of you. God, you really were heartless.

What if Bucky truly thought that? Even if you were horrible at the whole ‘emotions’ thing, you didn’t want Bucky to know that. Not that you cared what he thought about you, because you didn’t like him — not like that. Well, maybe a little- nope. No. That’s another feeling you’re meant to be suppressing—

“Hey, you okay?” You whipped your head up to look at Bucky at the sound of his voice, noticing his furrowed brows and the concern laced in his tone.

You hadn’t even realised that you’d made it to the doors of the building, until Bucky reached around you to push one of them open for you. See, this is what happened when you started thinking about your damn feelings.

“Thanks,” You muttered, stepping inside and waiting for the door to shut behind you before you answered his question. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know; you tell me.” His blue eyes searched yours for any sort of answer, but you quickly averted your gaze, pulling out your phone to check the time. There were two minutes until class started, and unless you wanted a twenty minute phone call from your mom scolding you for having ‘bad punctuality’, you had to depart from Bucky.

“I’ve gotta go.” You said hurriedly, pulling your bag tightly around your shoulders.

Your breath hitched slightly when Bucky placed a hand on your forearm. “Just... give me a text me at lunch, okay? So I know that you’re alright.”

Nodding quickly, you stepped out of his hold, letting his hand fall back to his side. “You don’t need to worry about me, Bucky. I’ll see you later.”

It only took a second for you to turn away from him and hurry off to class, just hearing the unconvinced ‘yeah, see you later’ that Bucky had mumbled back to you.

Once you reached the stairwell and you knew that you were alone, you let out a deep exhale. Hopefully, he didn’t take your odd change of behaviour personally. It wasn’t his fault that you got hit with the sudden realisation of your trouble with expressing emotions on a Friday morning.

You were never thinking about your feelings ever again. Period.

You’d give him that text at lunch, and after you’d reassured him that you were okay, the situation would hopefully be forgotten. The last thing you wanted to do was burden anyone with your emotions, especially Bucky.

When you got to class, it was seven seconds past nine. Seven fucking seconds. As you expected when you saw the time, Mr. Pierce wore a smug look on his face as he handed you a detention slip.

Your eyes landed on Wanda as you walked to your seat at the back of the class, and she gave you a sympathetic smile. After lazily returning a lopsided one, you crumpled the slip in your hand and shoved it into your bag. Slumping down in your seat, you rested your chin in your left hand and huffed quietly.

What a great start to your Friday.

* * *

“It’s just one detention, (Y/N), I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“You do know that my parents are horribly overdramatic, right? I haven’t had detention since the eighth grade. They’re gonna freak, I’m telling you.”

Wanda sighed, opening her box of sandwiches and handing one to Vis, who took it in his left hand while typing away on his laptop with his right. Lunch had finally came around, but that still meant you had two classes left, as well as a thirty minute detention to attend. Vis, Wanda and you were sat at your usual table on the far side of the cafeteria. Your back was pressed against the wall and your feet were resting on the empty seat next to yours, while the couple sat on the opposite two chairs.

“Please, don’t worry about your parents for now,” The girl said, swallowing a bite of her food. “You can cross that bridge when you get to it, okay?”

After nodding and sending her a hesitant smile, you watched as Wanda’s kind expression soon turned into a curious one, while a smirk played on her lips. “So, did your boyfriend let you let you sit on his bike?”

You saw Vis quirk an eyebrow at the mention of a boyfriend, and you shot both him and Wanda a glare. “Bucky is not my boyfriend,” You confirmed, more to Vis than Wanda. “And no, we didn’t get a lot of time to talk about it before class started, but I was late to the stupid thing anyway—”

“Oh my god, (Y/N) was late to a class? I never thought I’d see the day.”

The voice in front of you caused you to raise your head, and your eyes narrowed seeing the familiar silver-haired boy leaning his hands against the table.

“Pietro, I don’t need your sass right now.”

He chuckled loudly. “Well, what if my sass and I want to take you out for lunch?”

The annoyed expression fell from your face, turning into a confused one. “You wanna take me to lunch?”

“Sure,” He shrugged. “I don’t have any cash on me, but I have my card. I know you’re on my ass for not paying back your five dollars, so how about I buy you an exquisite box of noodles from the Chinese place down the street and we can call it even?”

“Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.” Wanda chimed in, noticing your hesitation.

Maybe getting lunch with Pietro would lift your spirits a little. You didn’t spend much time with the boy on your own, but you considered him a good friend. Probably your second best guy-friend, after Bucky, of course. Not that you’d ever give the kid the satisfaction of calling him your best friend, because he’d never let you live that down.

You’d texted Bucky before you met Wanda for lunch, assuring him that you were completely fine. He even offered to come and sit with you for lunch, but you didn’t want to take him away from his group of friends, who you assumed were probably excited to get a proper look at his motorcycle. You’d see Bucky on Saturday or Sunday anyway, because he knew if he didn’t persuade you to go out at the weekend, you’d be holed up in your bedroom writing up notes until your hands went numb.

“Sure, why not?” You finally decided, smiling at Pietro as you shuffled from your position against the wall to stand next to him. You turned to say goodbye to Wanda and Vis, and ended up scrunching your face in disgust for the second time that day at the couple. In the two seconds it took you to get up from your seat, Wanda was holding onto the boy’s arm and whispering in his ear, causing his lips to tug into an embarrassed smile.

You twisted back around to Pietro, seeing that he shared the same appalled expression. “You know what? Let’s just go.”

“Yup.” He nodded quickly, almost sprinting out of the cafeteria with you following behind.

Once you’d both made it out of the school building, you slowed your pace down, enjoying the cool air blowing against your skin and through your hair. You barely ever went out for lunch, usually because you were all too lazy to go anywhere further than the cafeteria. But this time, you were glad to get out for a while.

And because Pietro didn’t really know a lot about your personal life, your conversation never revolved around your parents, or Bucky, or anything that was complicated to talk about. It was refreshing, and that was very much what you needed that day.

“Your noodles, m’lady.” Pietro handed you the warm box along with a wooden fork.

“Thanks,” You smiled, immediately scooping up some of the noodles and bringing them to your mouth. Stress made you hungry, to say the least.

As soon as the flavour of the food reached your tastebuds, you couldn’t help but purse your lips in displeasure. Not that you were in any position to be a food critic, but damn, those noodles were not good.

Before you could make your own comment about the food, the boy next to you beat you to it. “Oh my god, you’re tasting this too, right?”

“Uh huh,” You stirred the noodles around with your fork in the box, simultaneously feeling your stomach rumble. “I am pretty hungry, though.”

“You’re gonna finish them?” Pietro looked at you as if you’d just proposed the craziest idea he’d ever heard of. Well, the noodles were rather unappetising.

“A girl’s gotta eat, Pietro,” You shrugged. “Plus, it’d be a waste of money and food if I just tossed them in the trash.”

“(Y/N), I’m not sure they could even pass for food.”

You chuckled, elbowing the boy lightly in his upper arm as you walked slowly back up the road to school. “Screw it, I’m eating them anyway.”

In the corner of your eye, you could see Pietro shaking his head as you scooped another fork full of noodles into your mouth. “I’ve never been more disgusted.”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes light-heartedly. “Now you’re just being rude. I honestly don’t know why I’m friends with you and Wanda — all you guys do is bully me.”

The boy scoffed. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, really?” You raised your brows questioningly. “I can’t talk about studying without your twin telling me I’m the most boring person alive, and now, I’m just trying to make the best out of the worst noodles I’ve ever tasted, and you can’t even respect me for it.”

“Well, I kinda lost all respect for you when you said that you were late to class this morning. I truly thought you were better than that, (Y/N).”

“God, don’t remind me,” You groaned, shoving your fork into your noodles again. “That asshat Mr. Pierce gave me detention. I was seven seconds late, Pietro. Seven!”

“Yeah, that guy gives me strange vibes. He seems like the type of guy that enjoys seeing babies cry, you know?” As the words left his mouth, you almost choked on your food.

Once you recovered, you couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s exactly what Wanda said! You guys are telepathic, I swear.”

Pietro let out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “Maybe we are.”

“Really?”

“(Y/N), if I told you, it would take all the fun out of it.”

Rolling your eyes, you bumped your shoulder against his and talked with Pietro some more, eventually realising that you had already arrived back at school, and your next class was almost about to start. Time flies when you’re having fun, apparently.

While you and Pietro made your way through the school gates, Bucky, Steve and Sam were hanging out next to his bike in the parking lot. You didn’t notice them, but you happened to catch Bucky’s eye.

His eyes squinted, making sure it was actually you before making any assumptions, but because the person’s bag looked way too stuffed with textbooks, he could quite easily tell that it was you. With Pietro.

Huh.

The boy knew that you usually hung out with him, but he thought it was only because you were best friends with Wanda. Apparently, you and Pietro Maximoff were good enough friends to go out for lunch with each other. Alone, together.

Bucky wasn’t jealous, he was just... curious. That was all.

However, even though it was just curiosity that sparked his interest in the two of you, he couldn’t help but wish it was him walking back with you from lunch. Him that you were bumping shoulders with.

She doesn’t like you, Bucky said to himself internally, shaking his thoughts away. He couldn’t think about you like that. Not anymore.

Perhaps he could have lunch with you another day.

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Caveman

Roman Reigns x OC: highschool! AU

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A/N: Oh lord hello. Okay I know I’ve been dead but I’m back and this is only chapter one! I promise it gets better after this. I tried a thing so bear with me please. Anyway. Enjoy chapter one of Caveman :)

Word count: 5050+

Warnings: angst and swears

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Everyone had the same answer if you asked them to describe Roman Reigns. Athletic, but stupid. Popular, but alone. Girls thought he was hot, but they were scared of him. He’s a giant. A 6’3”, 200-something pound monster who plays football and lacrosse and is known to be extremely violent. They say he has no concept of other people’s pain. He’s dumb as a brick wall and doesn’t know his own strength. A mindless soldier, who’s getting into college on a sports scholarship.

But that’s what everyone said. I just had a really hard time believing it. Sure, I’ve seen him play football and lacrosse. I go to all the games, I take the pictures for the yearbook. But even if I didn’t have to go to all the games, I’d still go. I watch Roman play. He racks up a lot of penalties per game, but it’s because his coach only tells him to hit whoever gets in the way. And he hits hard. I just had a feeling that there was no way Roman could only be what everyone says he is.

I kept my distance from him though. I smiled in the hall and sent him the pictures of him that I took. I kept to myself though, I didn’t want to ever give up how madly in love with him I was. He didn't seem to be distracted by girls though. I would hear his father screaming at him from the sidelines, he would never allow Roman to have a girlfriend while he was in season. I wasn’t trying to be his girlfriend, I was just crushing on him. Hard. I had been since middle school.

And I was very good at keeping my distance these past few years. Until the first day of our senior year, he approached me in the hall. It was the first time I had seen real emotion in his grey eyes. I saw fear.

“Lindsey.” He began as I paused my music and pulled my headphones out. “I need your help.” I nodded for him to continue. I didn’t talk much, to anyone. “I need a tutor, bad. You have straight A’s right?” His voice was desperate.

“You want me to tutor you?” He nodded his head and put on a hopeful grin. It melted me right away and I said yes. I knew it was a bad idea, but he intrigued me. I’d learn more about him this way I guess.  

He explained to me that his low math grades would keep him out of his senior year football season. I nodded along but I didn’t really believe him. Mr. Ruiz was the athletic director at Lakeside High School and all he cared about was football and boys lacrosse. Both sports Roman played and had varsity spots in as a freshman. I didn’t believe that with such a biased program, anyone would ever tell Roman Reigns he couldn’t play. But I didn’t question him. I simply told him that I could tutor him during lunch or after school. He asked me this on a Wednesday and we worked out that we’d start next week.

I went into my study hall that day bubblier than I should’ve been on the first day of school. My best friend Baron was sitting at a desk in the back and I skipped over to him. Baron had been one of my best friends since we were little. He was my first friend in elementary school and we’ve stayed close through high school. We’re even going to prom together. Not because we like each other, but because we made a pact. We mutually hate almost everyone else in our grade so we’re gonna go together, as friends. But prom is in June and it’s September so that didn’t matter too much.

“You’re kidding right?” Baron said. His voice lacked the enthusiasm I thought he’d have for me. “You’re gonna tutor that caveman?”

I kinda just stared at him for a little. His words shocked me. Baron has always made fun of me for having a crush on Roman. He always found it funny that I would like someone so dumb. But despite the teasing, Baron was my best friend. And he knew that ever since 6th grade I’ve had a crush on Roman. After a long silence on my part, I spoke up. “Are you not happy for me?”

“Happy for you? Lindsey, I’m gonna start planning your funeral.” I didn’t respond. I just scrunched my nose. “He’s gonna get mad about math or something else he can’t understand and take it out on you. To him, everyone is just someone he can hit. Look I know you can hold your own, but you can’t against him.”

What the hell is he talking about? Is he really scared for my well being? I’m tutoring someone, not going into boxing. I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t want to get into a fight with my best friend over a boy I’m tutoring. So I agreed with him. I told him he was right and I told him that I’d tell Roman to find another tutor.

Except, I didn’t agree. And I didn’t tell Roman.

The rest of the week went by normally; ice breakers, class syllabuses, and basic assignments to get you into the swing of things. I blatantly lied to Baron though. He thinks I’m not tutoring Roman. Luckily, Baron doesn't have lunch when Roman and I do and I’ll just have to keep my composure in study hall.

Friday night came quickly and Lakeside had its first football game. Roman played but rumors went around the bleachers that he wasn’t supposed to. There were also rumors that he had a tutor so he’ll be able to play. Nobody knew that tutor was me, so everything was fine.

The weekend flew by quickly and I got a text from Roman after 3rd period on Monday. Can we study in the library today at lunch? I texted back yes and watched the clock as I got closer and closer to 6th period.

The bell signalling the end of 5th period finally rang and I practically jumped out of my seat. I get to spend a whole period alone… with Roman Reigns, the most gorgeous boy in school. Despite me wanting to sprint, I walked as slowly as I could to the library. I wanted him to get there first.

When I got there he was sitting at a back table in the corner, devouring a sandwich. I smiled and walked over to him. He looked up from his sandwich and smiled with a closed mouth. He waved me over and finished chewing before I sat down. “Hey, sorry about the library. I won’t be able to focus in the cafeteria. All the football guys are kinda on my ass about the whole tutor thing.” I think that was the most I’ve ever heard him speak. His voice was extremely quiet, despite screaming on the football field. I guess he was just shy in school because he wasn’t comfortable.

“It’s no problem, so, what are we doing?” I asked with a smile. I got the feeling that everyone who had spread and believed those rumors about him had never actually spoken to him.

“Uh, we’re graphing functions… I think.” I knew that’s what he was doing. I took pre-calculus last year when I was a junior. I saved all my notes and everything from that class. Roman pulled out his folder and opened to the notes he took. They were probably the worst notes I had ever seen. I didn’t want to change his whole system though so I got my notes out from last year and opened to the first section: graphing functions.

The 45 minute lunch period went by quickly, but Roman was able to semi-understand what happened in class today and get his homework done.

A week went by and nothing changed. During 6th period we’d sit alone together and I’d help him and that was the only interaction we ever had. I’d see him in the hallway and make eye contact with him but I never got anything from him. No smile, no nod, no acknowledgement. I didn’t really mind too much though. It's not like I was expecting a high school rom-com.

Okay… maybe I wanted that… but I knew it wasn’t gonna happen.

Roman had a quiz on Friday and if he failed it, he wouldn’t play in his game that night. That was the system Roman’s math teacher worked out with Mr. Ruiz. If he fails a test, he can’t play in the game that comes after it. It was an odd system but I didn’t want to put my nose where it didn’t belong, so I didn’t ask.

I waited with Roman in the hallway after his first math quiz, his teacher handed him his test with a frown. Originally, I thought the frown meant that Roman failed but when I looked at his grade I saw a 78. A 78 was a C, he passed. Why was the teacher frowning? And why did he look so pissed off when he handed Roman his test?

I quickly forgot about his teacher’s face when I felt Roman’s warm hand on my shoulder. “Thanks for helping me pass. I’ll see you at the game. We’re playing Shoreview. It’s gonna be a good game, you’ll get some good pictures.” His hand fell from my shoulder and his fingers brushed my arms, leaving goosebumps in their path. And with that, we went our separate ways.   

This week, the rumors about Roman and his tutor still swirled, except this time, I was included.

“I heard Lindsey is his tutor…”

“Nuh uh, she isn’t just his tutor…”

“He definitely fucks her…”     

“I’d fuck him…”

“I don't understand how she isn’t afraid of him…”

“I think he’s terrifying…”

“Everyone thinks he’s terrifying…”

“Lindsey doesn't…”

“I see them at the library every day during lunch…”

“I’ve seen them make out under the stairs…”

I rolled my eyes, everyone was so stupid. It was almost like they wanted me to hear them. But thank god Baron wasn’t at this game. He would’ve been pissed. And okay, I knew Baron was gonna find out eventually, but I just didn't want to tell him yet. I knew he’d get mad and I didn't feel like dealing with that.

This Friday’s game was great too. Roman played incredibly and it was pretty apparent that he was needed on the team. I was starting to see why he wanted a tutor so badly. I was also starting to see how much I was letting my “little crush” affect me. As I was going back through the pictures I took of that game all I could see was number 96. 80% of my pictures were of Roman. I felt so stupid. I was so caught up with watching him play I only took pictures of him. Obviously, other players were in them, but in most of them, he was centered.

I sent the photos out anyway, but I didn't send Roman every single one of the photos I took. I couldn't, there were too many.

The weekend flew by like usual and I was back in school. Monday morning was boring but after school got exciting. I heard the buzz in 4th period, apparently there was a fight in the hallway. One kid got his ass kicked and other got suspended. Roman was the kid who got suspended. I heard that the other kid was talking shit about him and he kicked his ass before getting pulled off of him by a gym teacher. Roman went straight to the principal’s office and got suspended for 3 days.

Almost exactly as the bell to end fourth period rang, I got a text from Roman. Hey Lindsey can we study at your house tonight? I got suspended. I wasn’t surprised, I had already heard the rumors. Yeah I heard, what happened? And yeah no problem. You can come at 6. My phone buzzed again with Roman’s explanation. This dumbass junior was talking shit. Kinda lost my temper I guess. I scoffed, yeah kinda.

I was walking to study hall and I saw Baron smiling to himself while going through his phone. “What are you all smiley about?” I asked once finally reaching his desk.

Baron looked up from his phone and smirked at me. “Your caveman got suspended today. He got into a fight with an underclassmen.” I rolled my eyes, why was he so happy that Roman got suspended? “Aren’t you glad you don’t tutor him? He could have beaten the shit out of you.” I didn’t argue, I just nodded my head. Telling Baron that I knew Roman would never hit me probably wouldn’t do anything positive for the situation, so I kept my mouth shut.

As the day dragged on, the rumors about Roman got worse. First, he beat up a junior for talking shit. Then it was a sophomore for being an asshole. But as people got increasingly more bored, the rumor made Roman look worse and worse. By the end of the day Roman had apparently beaten a freshman that got lost to a pulp. They said that the freshman got beaten so bad that the staff couldn't even recognize who he was. I rolled my eyes upon hearing all of these. Roman told me what happened, but I couldn’t argue anyone so I didn’t.

At 6:03, my doorbell rang. Something about this made my heart race. I don’t know why I cared so much about this. Roman Reigns is a complete dipshit. I had no idea why should I care about him but I did. Roman didn’t seem to be as eager as I was about this. I had a smile on my face when I opened the door, but seeing his stoic expression made my face straighten.

“Hey Roman.” My voice was light and happy. Roman’s voice was deep and monotonous. He did not sound happy to be here. “So what are we doing tonight?” I asked, leading him to the kitchen.

“I don’t know. pre-calc?” He sounded incredibly pissed off. Almost like if someone broke is pencil he’d flip his shit.

“Pre-calculus? Like everything we’ve done so far?” My voice dropped out when I saw his face. He was serious. He didn’t really understand pre-calculus.

“Yes. Lindsey.” I couldn’t help but stare at him, I couldn't believe how anyone could be so dumb, I’ve been tutoring him for two weeks now and he hasn’t retained anything. “What. You think it’s funny? I’ve had a tutor for weeks now and I’m still failing!”

“Well, Roman you have to try. You can’t expect to magically get good grades just because you have a tutor now.” I said sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Well that’s what happens with all the other guys.” Roman was mumbling. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Huh?”

Roman rolled his eyes at me. How does she not know? “Every other guy on the team who needed a tutor picked someone who would do the work for them.” I creased my eyebrows. “C'mon you’re smart. How do you not know this?” His tone of voice was snappy.

“Well I figured you cared about your grades.” I was starting to see why he chose me. Did he think I would do it because I like him?

“I don’t give a shit about my grades, Lindsey. I wanna play football. And I can’t. I still can’t. Cause you haven’t helped.” Roman still hasn’t sat down.

“What is your definition of helping?” I asked, my voice raised.

“Do the work for me. Help me cheat. C’mon you got a crush on me don't you?” He seemed unphased. Like the words spilling from his mouth weren’t wrong.

“You’re kidding.” I said. I stood up and walked around the kitchen table. “You really think that I’m one of those spineless girls who will do favors for you because you’re an attractive football player? I could be doing anything else but I’m here trying to help you, not because I have a crush on you, but because I thought you needed help.” I was moving towards him as I spoke. He still didn’t seem phased. At all.

“This isn’t a favor for a friend. We aren’t friends, Roman. We’ve barely spoken before this year and you’re still a dick. You ask me for my help and I genuinely wanted to help you. Now you come to me saying ‘oh I’m too stupid to do this so can you?’ You have a person who understands the topic and is good at teaching it and you still can’t do jack shit.” I was now standing face-to-face (more like face-to-chest) with Roman. I tried my best to be assertive, but it was difficult. He stood 8 inches above me and he was a hell of a lot bigger. Roman’s broad shoulders, his dark hair and features paired with his size made him look intimidating. I tried to stay strong though.

Roman looked down at me with a smirk. “What are you gonna do? Not tutor me? There goes your extra credit.”

I laughed, I didn’t mean to laugh, but I did. “You seriously didn’t just say that. You really just threatened me? Try to use that brain of yours and tell me, do you really think I need that extra credit? Take your time now, I wouldn’t want you blowing a fuse up there.”

“You wouldn’t not tutor me.” He said smugly. He was so stupid.

“You’re sure?” I smiled sweetly. I could feel my blood boiling.

“Certain.” His smirk made me want to punch him in the face. Idiot. I pushed myself away from him and walked towards the door. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not tutoring you. You’re a fucking idiot who doesn’t deserve my time.” I undid the top lock on the front door, not breaking eye contact with Roman.

“Without me, the school will barely have a team.” He was threatening me. Seriously.

“You think I give a shit about our school’s football team?” I opened the bottom lock. “You think I’ll be sad to see you fail? It’ll be great to see reality punch you in the face” I turned the doorknob. “You’re an egotistical douchebag and you don’t deserve me or my time at all!”

“You’re attracted to me.” He paced towards me. The smirk on his face was so hot and so fucking annoying at the same time. I hoped he couldn't tell how overwhelmed I was. 

“Don’t fucking flatter yourself, caveman. You ain’t shit.” God I prayed I wasn’t blushing. I would die if he knew. He’s a complete douchebag and the single most vain, egotistical, stubborn... muscular, gorgeous, convincing, hypnotizing, perfect… what the fuck? Where am I? He noticed I was trailing off, he got closer, he smelled wonderful. “Ugh Roman get out!” I pressed my hands to his chest and shoved as I yelled. Holy shit he was muscular. Ugh, Lindsey, pull yourself together!

I slammed the door on him and pressed my back against the closed door. I felt something sinking in my gut. I was feeling disappointment. I don’t know maybe I just hoped- I hoped. I’m just as much of an idiot as he is.

A week passed. I haven’t spoken to or even seen Roman since that night. He failed his math quiz on Wednesday and he sat the bench during that Friday night’s football game. The rumors swirled around the bleachers.

“I heard he cheated on her…”

“I heard she flipped on him for no reason…”

“That’s what I heard…”

“I heard he hit her...”

“I heard she got a restraining order…”

I didn’t answer to anyone’s whispers. I was too busy looking at Roman on the bench. I saw his face, he looked miserable. I felt guilty but I quickly shook it off. He chose me because he thought I was a stupid girl with a crush who would do his work for him. He deserves to be on the bench. Unsurprisingly, Lakeside didn’t win that game. Our QB got sacked multiple times and we just didn't have the intensity and strength that we needed. It probably would've been different if Roman was playing. He knew it. The team knew it. Everyone knew it.

We made eye contact after the game. He looked sorry but I didn’t care. I looked at him with a smirk and shrugged my shoulders. I saw his face get angry. He walked away from the bench and walked quickly towards me.

He shoved through the remaining cheerleaders and stood at the fence.

I spoke before he could. “How was the bench, caveman?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“Fuck you.” He said. His voice was loud, not many people were left. Most of the students left before the game ended.

I had an evil smirk on my face. “Geez, I was just asking a question.” I put my hands up in defense. I turned away from him and began walking to the parking lot. I didn’t have any car to go to, I just wanted to walk away.

“Lindsey!” His voice was even louder than before. I turned around to see him jogging towards me, he was fuming.

“What’s up, Roman? Was the wording of my question too hard for you to understand?” My voice dripping with sarcasm and fake concern.

“You’re a pretentious cunt, you know that.” His tone was icy and his words seemed to bite me. “A fucking bitch with a stick so far up her ass-” his words cut off as my hand slapped him across the cheek.

What nerve he had saying that shit to me? He used me and I’m the cunt? Dickhead. I didn’t know what was going through my head other than that I hated him. My face was furious and I drew my hand backwards. I felt absolutely no control in my body and I slapped him. Hard. Everything happened so fast and I had no clue what I was doing until it was too late.

My eyes widened and I slapped my hand over my mouth. His head barely moved, he just stared into my soul with cold, grey eyes. I lost my angry demeanor and felt fear rise from my gut.

“Roman.” I didn’t even know what to say. Despite what everyone said, in the two weeks I tutored him I had never once thought he was going to hurt me. But in this moment, I was convinced he was gonna beat the shit out of me.

I saw him smile and lick his lips. I backed up until I felt my back hit a wall. Roman put his large hands on both sides of me. He leaned more of his weight on his arms, his eyes still looked dead and I was getting increasingly more scared.

I closed my eyes and braced myself against the wall. I wasn’t expecting a punch or kick or anything but I was expecting to get hurt. Except I didn’t feel anything, maybe I was already dead. I peaked out of a half closed eye after a few long seconds then opened both my eyes completely, Roman was gone. I saw him trudging across the turf.

Roman realized what he was doing before his hand made contact with me. I didn’t notice him sigh and drop his hands to his sides before turning and walking up to the locker room. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Dude, what the fuck? I almost hit her! She’s a girl and I almost hit her! She gives up her time for my sorry ass and I called her a cunt. I deserved that fucking slap. Fuck. He was also beginning to figure out that he was gonna need a tutor still, and that I was one of the few people willing to tutor him.

I turned to the parking lot and noticed Baron’s car in the lot. Oh shit. As I walked closer I noticed he was standing outside the door. “Lindsey what the fuck was that?” He was not happy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“I wanted to make sure you had a ride home. Now answer me, what the hell was that. Why was Roman about to kill you?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” I said. My answer seemed to piss Baron off.

“What the hell does that mean?” He snapped. I wasn’t expecting him to snap at me.

“I don’t know. I literally thought he was gonna hit me, but he walked away.”

“No Lindsey I saw that. I saw everything. Why was he there. Why are you even talking to him?” He was asking but I had a feeling that he knew.

“Well, I might be tutoring him.” I said quickly and quietly. Baron stopped short and I smacked my nose on my knee. “Ow Baron, what the fuck.”

“You’re tutoring him?!” Baron yelled. “Even after what I said!” My mind raced and my heart was still pounding after being convinced I was gonna get beaten by Roman Reigns. It was definitely not pounding because he was so close. That's totally not it.

Okay… maybe that was a part of it. But just a part.

Baron didn’t talk to me the rest of the way home and he didn't come inside when he dropped me off. He told me he didn’t want to see me tonight then drove off.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door. I figured it was Baron but then I realized that Baron doesn’t knock anymore. I got up from my spot on the couch and opened the door.

Dude. Leave. This is so weird. She probably isn't even home. No. I can’t sit out of another game. This was the worst night of my life.

I felt my stomach flip when I saw him in the doorway. He was still wearing jersey but instead of his football pants he was wearing sweatpants. His long black hair was pulled to the back of his head into a bun. His hair wasn’t as perfect as usual, it seemed like he did it in a rush. God, Lindsey, shut up about his hair. 

“What the hell do you want?” I asked. A part of me was happy to see him. A part of me was always happy to see him.

“I wanted to say sorry.” Roman’s voice was quiet and he sounded sincere. But I couldn’t believe him. I wanted to. But I couldn’t.

“Funny.” I said before closing the door. Roman’s hand against the door thudded loudly and he was beyond strong enough to hold it open.

“Gimme a week.” Roman said quickly. “A week… you tutor me and I’ll try and if I don’t get above a C on my tests you don’t ever have to deal with me again. I’ll leave you alone forever.”

I pursed my lips. I knew I was going to agree to his terms. But I didn't want to.

“Please, Lindsey. I know I was an asshole but I didn't pick you because I thought you had a crush on me, I swear. I picked you because you’re nice. I’m an idiot, everyone knows it. People are scared of me, but you aren’t…” he noticed I was trying to close the door again. “Please.” his voice raised and his tone got increasingly more desperate. “I can’t sit out of anymore games. I know you don't care but I really need to play. I wont get into college if I don't. I’ll try to do work I promise.”

Honestly I was gonna let him in a few sentences into his apology, but I wanted to hear what he was gonna say. I groaned and stood aside, letting him walk inside. Relief overtook Roman’s face and his features softened as he walked inside. “Thank you.”

“I haven’t said yes yet. I know what you just said, but you expected me to do all your work. I’m not gonna do that. I’m not an idiot with a crush. I’m not gonna do all your shit. You’re gonna try. And you’re also gonna explain what kind of system you have going right now cause it doesn't make sense. What did you work out with your teacher and Mr. Ruiz about you playing?” I didn't care about being nosy anymore. He pissed me off and I was gonna do whatever I wanted.

“Oh. Well, last year I had the same teacher, Mr Barnes. He hated me last year too. I didn't do any work and I failed a lot of my tests. He was pissed because our school doesn't really enforce the whole “low gpa-no sports” rule, especially with Mr. Ruiz. So this year, on the first day of school, Mr Barnes held me after class and told me that if I don't start doing better in his class I won’t be able to play. I didn't believe him at first but then Mr. Ruiz came in. He looked at me like he was sorry for me, like he thought he disappointed me or something. He explained everything, he’d lose his job if he didn’t enforce the rule, so they compromised. I have to start passing my tests, and if I don’t, I don't play.”

I looked around my living room and I hated myself for thinking the way I was. Everything was normal except for the gorgeous boy on my couch and I felt bad for him. It was Roman’s senior year and football really was his only way into college. I also had the biggest crush on him. I know. I know. I said I wasn’t a “spineless girl who would do favors for an attractive football player” but I kinda was. I didn't want to be. But I couldn't help it. “Fine. I’ll help you. But I’m serious, if I notice you're not trying or I find out you cheated, I’m not tutoring you. I will not do your work and you will not take me for granted. Deal?”

I couldn’t describe Roman’s expression, other than it being the cutest thing I had ever seen. I tried not to melt as he nodded at me. He was staring at me attentively with a grin on his face. I hated myself for giving in so easily. I hated myself for being so pathetic.

He picked me to tutor him because he thought I had a crush on him and I would do his work for him. He called me a cunt. But he came to my house and apologized and I melted at his feet. Ugh. 

I hated Roman Reigns. That caveman is gonna be be the death of me. I swear it.

A/N: okay I know it seems one sided right now but in chapter 2 someone else catches some feelings ;)))

part 2

[incorrectklainequotes]

Warblers Headcanons because I’m gay

I know this is an incorrect quotes account but I’m gay and so is Blaine. Also I love the Warblers. Anyway-

-Blaine has known Nick and Jeff since he was three, meeting at a park at little Nick’s birthday party that was happening. He was interesting by the balloons and celebrating and managed to waddle away from his nanny who desperately ran after him. Jeff was another uninvited toddler that the boys met when they went on the little swings. Something just clicked in their weird little curious and outgoing 3-year-old minds and they became fast friends, much to the fear of the three families

-When Blaine got attacked at Sadie Hawkins, Nick and Jeff were furious and demanded the Andersons to transfer him to Dalton. They sat by his side when he was in a coma for two weeks and went to all his physical therapy sessions, subtly bringing Dalton Academy up to him as well. Blaine eventually agreed, and the Andersons were hesitant at the cost and the fact that their gay son would be surrounded by boys, but agreed nonetheless. When Nick and Jeff begged their own parents to let them go, it hardly took five minutes for the Duvals to agree just to shut him up (because God that boy will not shut up if he really wants something) but it took the Sterlings a day or so

-It was actually Trent who got the three of them to join, even though Blaine was quiet and Nick and Jeff were giving looks to everyone that said “touch him, I dare you, I fucking dare you”

-The boy, bless his soul, somehow knew that the three boys just needed to calm down and feel accepted, and what better way to do that than the Warblers?

-Also he was Nick’s roommate and decided “this boy can sing” after hearing him in the shower but that’s unrelated

-He didn’t plant drugs on him though he’s not Will Schuster

-Anyway: Y’all know the Warbler council is Thad, Wes, and David, right? Well, like most fanfics have, Wes is the stressed mom friend™. David, however, is the weird dad-type that’s like a child but also a protective parent. Thad is kinda a dumb bitch but he also knows all the tricks to get the Warblers to behave, more like the big brother/dad type 

-Everyone believes the Warblers are all sweet and polite, always behaving and super smart

-Hahaha, no

-These boys are a fucking mess

-They’re all children

-Wes cries on multiple occasions just thinking about going in and directing them, but he loves them very much

-He jokingly started calling them baby birds and so now they call him mama bird, and David is Big Bird, while Thad is just bird bitch 

-Jon Cozart apparently auditioned for Glee so in my mind he’s a Warbler named Chase Campbell because fuck you that’s why

-I might make a list of all the Warblers later because I named all of them and I love them a lot and also I’m a whore for the Warblers

-They all love bringing up the fact that Thad once got a -14 on an assignment in middle school (based on the fact that one of my friends actually got this grade but the teacher felt so bad for her that he just didn’t count it as a grade for her at all)

-They’re also really competitive? Like them playing Uno... sis better run

-One time they broke a chandelier 

-Wes has to constantly tell teachers they don’t need an adult, that he has them all perfectly handled. The teachers all believe him because, like everyone else, the boys act all sweet and innocent as if nothing happens 

-One time the Warbler council bought child leashes for the most troublesome Warblers

-Nick and Jeff are two of those Warblers

-They all talk about Pavarotti as if he’s a human child 

-One time Wes was asked why he’s so good with kids and he accidentally said “well I have eleven sons” and then went “I mean, friends. I’m the leader of my show choir group and they’re morons”

-Wes acts like he hates them but if they even fall down the stairs he goes full mother hen mode but just for the small injuries like a paper cut or something

-It’s funny cause he doesn’t bat an eye if one of them screaming in pain. He’s just like “suck it up bitch we have rehearsal”

-That poor Warbler needed a hospital

-All of them are really close friends

-Everyone kinds jokes that the Warblers are all polyamory and in one big relationship since they can be touchy feely with each other or jokingly say flirtatious things

-None of them confirm or deny this

-There is a spray bottle jokingly labelled “holy water” that the council uses when couples are being too romantic, whether they’re gay couples in Dalton walls or straight couples during weekend hangouts or something 

-One time Trent stole it from David, unscrewed it, and poured the whole thing on Nick and Jeff

-The thing about these morons is that if you mess with one of them, you mess with all of them. If the gay Warblers are harassed for being gay, then all the other ones get pissed and gang up on the one who harassed them, using protective words and such. Luckily, Dalton is all about tolerance so there’s no harassment, but it’s when they’re at Sectionals or whatever and exploring the city, and they hear it that they get protective 

-They’re pure chaos, but around newbies they are calmer, tamer, sweeter. They want to make sure the newbie (usually called baby birds) feels loved, supported, and wanted because at Dalton, you never know why the boy’s there. Could be bad family, could be abandonment, or anything of the sort. So when Kurt was at Dalton for the few months, they weren’t as chaotic as they usually were, they only start being chaotic around newbies when he feels comfortable around them, initiating jokes himself. Kurt, despite how loved he felt in the Warblers, knew they weren’t for him and so they were never that chaotic around him

-They also had a mini funeral for Pavarotti, who obviously is affectionately nicknamed Pav and is remembered for Warbler history, all named after musicians 

-Speaking of, Pav’s story didn’t end with the one in the show, and it didn’t start there either. It’s been a tradition since the start of the Dalton Academy Warblers

-They all also like to refer to themselves as other bird names, and the rest of the school lovingly calls them “bird boys” so they take the title happily, loving it

-It’s more of a joke than anything, but they figure if they make fun of the “Warblers” name then if others do, it won’t hurt them

-“Ready to start, parakeets?” 

-“Okay, canaries, Regionals is soon, we need to practice!”

-“Alright robins, lets get this show on the road!” 

-“We can’t slack off! We’re the Dalton Academy Blue Jays!”

-“Hello Sectionals? This is the Hummingbirds calling to say WE FOUND OUR OPENING SONG!” 

-“Dalton Academy Swallows are very proud of their abilities.”

-“Owls are gonna win!”

-They have a group chat that changes names very often, but it’s always on mute because these boys never shut the fuck up oh my god

-They’re all walking memes I swear to god

-Most of them quote vines a lot and obviously the funny TikToks (like the ones from now, obviously because we’e gonna pretend it existed then)

-One time one of them said they’ve never seen any Marvel movies and four more threatened to leave the group then and there

-I have so many more but like this post is getting long and it’s only season 2 Warblers not even season 3 and up oh boy

[futurewriter2000]

I am finally going to say it.

Lately it hasn’t been easy for me. It was never easy for me but somehow I managed to be positive about it. 

Let’s start at the begining. 

Year 2000 a girl was born. A girl who went home in a blue suit because everbody expected a boy. They expected my parents to have a son but guess they were all disappointed at that. 

Year 2002 she found herself her first friend who became her best friend for the next 11 years of her life. That same year her father’s mother passed away and her father wasn’t the same ever again. He was attached to his mother and I believe she came second place after himself, into loving. 

From all my years in Kindergarten, I hated it the most. I was shy and quiet. Kids used that against me. They bullied me and made fun of me. That’s why I kept to my corner and drew but I never thought drawing would ever get me in trouble. See, I was afraid of my father. Everytime my mother left for work, I cried. Everytime I went to kindergarted, I cried. Everytime my father came to get me, I cried becasue he smelt of alcohol and cigarates. Kids in kindergarten made fun of me. I hated kindergaten the most.

2006 another girl one month older than the first girl moved into the neighbourhood. They became close friends and she made the girls- my childhood worth remembering. But there was this one problem with me. I was overweight. You see I had lunch in school and every time I came home, my father forced me to eat. He used to shout at me for not eating the whole plate. He shouted at my older sister (by three years) whenever she couldn’t eat the whole plate and he stormed out of the kitched, smashing the chairs on the floor because two kids couldn’t eat a full plate. I couldn’t eat a full plate but I remember how terrified I was of my own father, so I forced myself to eat the full plate.  As a kid I was never bothered with that but my mother kept saying to stop eating so much but my father encouraged me on. They used to fight over my weight. 

My First Grade was good but for some odd reason nobody could remember my name. Of course, my name was different from any other names they’ve heard. Like Sara, Katja, Maja, Petra... normal names. Mine was odd and I have always hated it because it was odd. Who can remember and pronounce the name such as mine. So I was a fat, shy kid in Middle school. An easy target for bullies. I was terrified most of the time. Going to school and going home. My parents argued a lot. I fought with my sister a lot. It was just...more bad memories than bad...that’s why I don’t remember them much. Because I don’t want to. 

2011 came and it was the most horrible year. My mother’s father was sick and it had been tough on my mother. He raised her because her mother, my grandmother, used to beat her when she was young. When my grandparents divorced, my mother and uncle stayed with my grandfather. It wasn’t easy since my grandfather had a tendency to be quite strict and old fashioned. He had a short temper and thin nerves. He terrified me but now that he’s gone, I realized I loved him. I loved the way he sat under his linden tree with his cat and that is a great memory to have. My grandfather and his Jack. Though he was very ill and his sickness took him quick but it took him in my birth month. Instead of being happy that my birthday is coming soon, I was terrified of what might happened. I only wished he wouldn’t die on my birthdays. That didn’t ease things. He died six days after my birthday. My mother was never the same.

More fights came after. I remember this one night when my dad was so drunk he- he lost control. I was in the living room with my mother and sister when he was shouting on the top of his lungs. I was petrified, along with my mom and sister. He started throwing dishes out of the dishwasher. He threw the lunch over the balcony which I had to go get the other morning. I could never look at him the same. Every night since then, whenever my father goes drinking I stay awake and wait. I am afraid, every night.

2013 came and I got sick. I had my apendix removed. I remember that day. I remember I couldn’t eat. I saw the food in school and I couldn’t eat. I came home, my tummy was hurting and I told my mom that very same day it did. She told me to go to school. (By then...for years my mom and dad haven’t been sleeping together in the same room. He kept sleeping in the living room). She was sleeping in my bed with me that day. I went to school, couldn’t eat lunch in school or lunch at home. I went to sleep but I couldn’t really fall asleep becasue it hurt. The next thing I new I went to the doctors and they diagnosed me wrong. They sent me home but it got worse. Fever was high and I was shaking. I don’t remember much but I was waiting in the hospital for 4 hours. My dad didn’t even bother to wait with me and my mom. He went drinking that very same day. I was in pain and he went drinking. That hurts me still. I had two surgeries in one whole month. The doctor said I was strong and she said I could have died perhaps if I was a day late. My mom lost it. 

2015. First day of high shool. I was put in a class without any friends. All my friends were put in one class but they threw me in the other. Funny thing, the 4th year couldn’t even spell my name right. I was alone most of the time but then I became friends with the wrong crowd. They made me come out of my shell but they also corrupted me. A good girl turning bad. What a cliche. But I wasn’t bad. I was dumb and naive. 

2016. Second year of high school. All my friend from first year had to repeat the first year while I went into the second one. We distanced ourselves from each other and I was again, friendless. I barely rememeber that year because most of the time I was sleeping. I slept through the whole year, crying myself to sleep each night. I wanted to kill myself, many, many times. To see how tempting it was to just...leave. But music pulled me out. And I am thankful for those artists that did pull me out. 

2017 was worse despite the good summer I had. I went to my first concert, was taken to my first McDonalds and finally had a pleasure of seeing my beautiful capital city. See, in all seventeen years of my life, I haven’t seen my capital city or was even taken to the shopping center there. My father never wanted to take us.  Third year was okay. See, that year I fell in love with one of my classmates. He changed during the summer and he came out of his shell as well. I still feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I think of him. He was my escape for a while. 

Until 2018. That year was crucial. I remember I didn’t sign up to trip to Spain with my class but the day they had to leave, everybody was happy but me. The night before my father came drunk home. He came home drunk up his ass, thinking my mom was cheating on him with his best friend. My mom was many things but she wasn’t a cheater. She was loyal and she still is. He grabbed my mother by her neck and started squeezing. I remember I couldn’t breathe for a moment when that was happening. My sister, skinny as she was, grabbed my father from behind and pulled him away. You see, my sister was a softie but when she was upset or angry, she had this way of her adrenalin coming through her veins and suddenly she became the Hulk of her own. I remember going for my mother and comforting her, checking if she was breathing, chechink if she was okay. Of course, physically she was...mentally not so much. My dad grabbed a knife and put his hand on the table. He shouted: “IF I AM A CORRUPT MAN, THEN LET GOD HELP ME CUT MY FINGER OFF! Do you want me to cut my finger off!” And my sister, the Hulk, came rushing to pull him away. I remeber the next day I woke up. My head was heavy, my face was completely motionless. I couldn’t smile or move.  I was numb but I still went to school. I remember my classmate, a girl, asking me if I was okay. After I said no, she ignored me. Different was with my other classmate, a guy. We were good friends and he kept looking at me, it was history class, and he went like. “Are you angry at me?” and surprised as I was to hear him ask that, I said no. I could never be angry with him. And he asked me. “You haven’t smiled all day. It’s weird not seeing you smile.” and I put a fake smile on, the largest my numb face could stretch and I knew he saw right through it but God knows I am convicning. “I’m fine.” I said. He did make my day better. For some odd reason I felt like he cared. My mom left August that year. She did cheat on my dad but after the strangling. I couldn’t blame her. My father is a difficult man and a bastard.

I remember my mom saying that she couldn’t come back here for what she did but she promised me that as soon as she get a big enough apartment she would take me with her. I held on to that promise but I think she didn’t. 

See in June that same year I dropped out of school and I went to another school but because I knew that other school was wrong for me I came back to my old one. I remember the day my mom told my dad. I was sleeping in my mom’s previous bedroom. For that time I thought it was because she had larger bed but deep down I knew it made me feel closer to her. She was gone but this bed was closest I had of her. And he came in and started shouting and insulting me, just like he did with my mother. My sister was in Bosnia with my cousins but I couldn’t because I had school. We were alone, he was shouting and I remember his works like he spoke to me a minute ago: “You think you’re SO INTELLIGENT! Well, you’re not! You’re not! You are hundred years behind the bear and you will be nothing but a failure! You are dumb! Like your mother!” and I remember him calling me names like kucka (which means a whore) and prasica (a bitch) and govno (shit). I remember I got out of bed, put on my sweatpants that I’m wearing at the moment. I remember putting on a sweater without a bra on. I didn’t even think. I took keys and my phone, a wallet and my shoes and I was running out the door. I was running and crying in my socks. My shoes were in my hands. I didn’t even bother to put them on. I just grabbed them and left and I ran. I ran until I reached the first street lamp and I remember my whole face was wet. From sweat? Tears? Buggers? I don’t know really. I ran to my mum and I remember she was already on the phone with my dad. He was cussing her, threatning her, saying he will kill us all. I remember taking her phone and just cutting him off. I remember crying in her arms all night. It was 4am when I went to sleep. I had to get up at 6 to straight things out for my school. (7th Spetember)

I came back but I couldn’t face my father. I couldn’t and the worst part is I never forgave him for what he did. He made me an 18th birthday party but what he never knew that since my grandfather died, I hated my birthdays. It was the time my grandfather was sick and everybody was just grieving over the not dead man yet. I hated my birthdays since 2011. And I hated my 18th birtday especially. I cried that same night but I remember my crush giving me the sweetest gesture of wishing me a happy birthday. I remember as if it was yesterday. He had his birthday a day before mine. He was definetly something. And you see, everything was going okay until the fourth years, the class I was supposed to graduate with, finally had their prom. And I cried that night because I was supposed to be there. And since then everything was pretty much going straight down to hell.

It’s 2019 now and all I’ve been getting is the slap of realization. My father will never change. I live with a monster. My mother forgot on her promise. My sister doesn’t care about me. She thinks just because I don’t cry in front of everybody.Just because I am not revealing any emotions to people, because I am closed up that I don’t feel. But at one point she is right because I don’t feel anymore. There is a pit inside of me, dark, deep. And all I know is that I’m having so much pain inside of me that all I want is to die. Because I said. Death is quick and beautiful. Death is final peace. Death is sleep for eternity. And I want that. I cannot deal with life. I cannot even think anymore because reality hits when you realize you have nothing. When you realize your whole life has been nothing but pain and missery with a few good moments, there isn’t much to think about but to leave already. I was a broken condom. My mom wanted to abort me. My dad wanted to sleep with my aunt on the day I was born. I was sent to a psychologist when I was five years old because some dumb ass school teacher accused me of saying that I sucked my dad’s dick. And she showed them a picture I drew where I drew my dad with high waisted pants and a small upper body. I drew my sister and me beside him holding hands, and I remember my mom was on the other side but only because there was no space left on the paper. And the psychatric said that’s a problem. I drew a bird and they said it was a dick. Like what kind of bullshit is that. It’s a fucking bird. A cute ass bird. Life wasn’t nice to me. Ever. I don’t want it anymore. That’s the point. And people, even anonymous messeges here on Tumblr can call me grumpy and bitchy and a bad person and send me insults in other languages but you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care anymore because I am done with caring. Because my 2002 best friend is not my best friend anymore. My close friend from 2006 is a fake friend that made me 13 years to realize that. Nobody cares. Nobody should ever care for me because like they say. I am forgettable in every way. Maybe my writing isn’t amazing. It definetly isn’t the kind to remember. My face is not that special to remember. God knows I met the same guy three times and introduced myself to him three times because he couldn’t remember me. I am forgotten. I will always be forgotten. And everything I wrote here...this will be forgotten because nobody cared enough to read it till the end.

[slaymamahouseboots]

Platonic stozier for the soul

Honestly I’m so starved of stozier content I decided to just feed my self so let’s go shall we pallies? Also IT never happened coz I’m a slut for au’s

Stan and Richie are BEST FRIENDS

Fite me m8

You literally can not take that away from me

Richie joined stans kindergarten class half way through the year because he was kicked out of his last one (totally not for calling the teacher a whore because he heard his dad say it)

Stan was totally a loner

People made fun of my small boy for liking birds and always having his pencils in neat little line

The first week of Richie’s new school he accidentally bumped stans table, and made him draw a thin i black line on the bird drawing he was doing, while he was excitedly jumping around

Stan got mad and punched Richie in the face with his tiny fists of rage

They both had to stay in at recess to ‘think about what they’ve done’

After 10 minutes of lil Richie shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to stan he apologised for knocking his stuff and told stan he liked the bird drawing he had been doing

Baby stan can’t keep a grudge like big boy stan so he forgave him and they’ve been inseparable ever since

In first grade the bigger kids picked on Stan for his (at this point undiagnosed) OCD and Richie would sit with him and make dumb inappropriate jokes till he felt better (“staniel?” “What” “why did the boy drop his ice cream?” “Why Richie?” “Coz he got hit by a bus!” *SnOrT*)

In fifth grade a kid with a stutter was having trouble presenting to the class and peeps were starting to laugh so our lovely boys decide to fake a fight to get the pestering crowds eyes away from 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂(*whispering* “stanthony punch me in the face” “what?” “I said punch me in the face did you not hear me?” “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you talk but usually it’s subtext”)

The next day bill thanked them and introduced them to his besty the one and only Eddie and suddenly our duo was a- four...o...? I’ll stop

Entering middle school Richie realised he may slightly possible have the teeniest tiniest crush on a certain asthmatic germaphobe and obviously went straight to Stan to freak out because ?????????? A crush on a boy ?????????? This was Unheard-of to the poor 11 and his dad would KILL him if he found out

But as y’all probably already guessed Stan completely shut him out and never spoke to him again the end.

But seriously stans closeted ass gave rich a huge hug and let him hush over Eddie spaghetti for hours then on end with zero judgment and just a few eye rolls at the really sappy shit (“omfg Stan you don’t understand his eyes are just so pretty I could literally stare into those fuckers for the rest of my life and never get tired of them” *massive fucking eye roll*)

Seventh grade stan realised he was gay and immediately went to Richie to tell him even if he was scared he would be rejected because ‘Richie still likes girls’ ‘what if he thinks I’m a freak for only liking boys???????’

His nerves were settled by a sleepover at stans and more talk of crushes (coz maybe possibly perhaps Stanley has a dummy thicc crush on our boy Billiam) and cute celebrities

After Mike, Ben and Bev joined the losers club was complete and Richie n Stan felt comfortable enought to come out the rest of the group as bi and gay

Of course Richie came out with an inappropriate joke (“I know my heart belongs to Mrs. K but I have to say, Bill, you’re dads been lookin like a snack recently”)

The whole squad™️ were cool with it and Eddie looked excited when Richie came out???????? (Obviously our boys had another sleepover and just fucking died of squeal syndrome)

Sophomore year Eddie and Richie finally got together and Stan was just so fucking happy for them coz ?????? Richie is literally his best friend in the world????? And if Richie’s happy he’s happy???????

Obviously the very next week bill finally grew a pair and asked out his long standing crush and obviously that crush was stan and obviously Stan said yes and cried and obviously called Richie and obviously they squealed and o-

When Richie’s dad found out he was a big ol bisexual tho,,,, let’s just say things were less than ideal (“I didn’t raise a f*ggot!” “d-dad please!” *slap*)

Instead of going to Eddie (who he’d been dating for let’s say 6 months now) Richie went to his home away from home and let stan be his shoulder to cry on and ear to rant to and warm body to hug

When stans parents found out about Richie’s dad they let him temporarily move in until his parents got a divorce and he could stay with his mom in an apartment across town (because I refuse to let Richie be all alone and omg soft Maggie is everything)

The day before graduation the pair go to the quarry and just chill and talk and reminisce about their almost identically childhood and laugh about how different they each remember events (“hey rich remember that time in like ninth grade when you got so drunk you fell off a table and impaled yourself in the arm with a fork???” “AcTuAlLy StAn ThE mAn, I believe it was you who was stabbed.” “ThEn WhY dO yOu HaVe FoUr HoLeS iN yOuR aRm?¿?¿?¿” “...... oh yeah” *sNoRt p2*)

When the boys had to eventually split up to go to collage they cried so much Richie literally got a migraine and Stan was all light headed

They said their heart felt goodbyes to all the other losers except their respective boyfriends (coz no way are stenbrough and reddie breaking up now) and hugged till stan and bill had to got on the plain to fly them to wherever it is they’re going to collage I guess

Over the years tho, the bromance never dwindled and when it came time for them to both get married (obviously to Eddie and bill) they were each other’s best man and oh my god the embarrassing speeches (“The day I met you Richie was the best day of my life because before you even said your name I got to punch you in the face” *que laughter* “Stanthony Denbro-Urine, I’ll never forget the time you dropped out of a tree and into a lake while bird watching and subsequently broke your wrist because oH MY GOD was it fucking hilarious.” *more laughter*)

Even when they had kids they couldn’t help but be the worlds sappiest best bros with Daniel Stanley Tozier-Kaspbrak and Stephen Richard Denbrough-Uris being the best of buds for as long as they can remember

So basically Richie and Stan are inseparable and literally need each other to survive and omg I love them so much and stozier gives me life do yeah

Yeah idk how to end things so jckxnskdndknsnksk done. Also this is like literally the first time I ever written one of these so please give me fuckin validation????? And reblog????? And also fuckiiiinnnnnn??????? Let this get notes?????? And send in prompts for me to do if you don’t hate this?????? Coz I love y’all?????? And omg??????? Yeah

[twtrv]

an accurate guide about red velvet

So since so many people are getting into Red Velvet recently, I decided to make a guide to help them out. You know, give yall some slack because learning five names is super hard. A guide accompanied by my half-assed jokes, interesting. 

PSA: If you’re only here to stan the girls because of their recent comebacks like Peek-A-Boo and Bad Boy and are going to drop them as soon as they release tracks similar to Dumb Dumb and Ice Cream Cake, leave because we don’t want you here.

Now that we got that out of the way, let’s get straight to business (TO DEFEAT THE HUNS WHY DID THEY SEND ME DAUGHTERS WHEN I ASKED FOR SONS)

Basic Facts

Red Velvet is a South Korean girl group formed by SM Entertainment in 2014.

There are five members (OT4 stans can choke).

They debuted on August 1st in 2014 with a single called “Happiness”.

Fandom name is Reveluv. Since “rêve” means “dream” in French, the meaning behind the fandom name is that us, Reveluvs, make their dreams come true and Red Velvet gives us their immense love in return, thus the “luv” part. Sometimes they also call us “Luvies”.

Official fandom colour is pastel coral and not red because l o g i c

The fact that they were formed by SM Entertainment doesn’t mean they got a free ride to the top so sit your entitled asses down, thanks.

Now, you see, they weren’t actually supposed to debut in 2014. I bet you must be confused but don’t worry, it is I, your trusty homie, that is gonna help you realize how many similarities every student has with SM lmao plus the reason for their early debut.

2014 was a rough year for our buddy Lee Soo Man. Jessica left Girl’s Generation; Sulli left f(x); Kris, Tao and Luhan left EXO... This, of course, caused a goddamn World War III amongst the fans of the respective groups. They were about to go in front of the official SM building with torches and pitchforks to demand SM to step up their game. To calm the situation down, our amigo SM must have thought: “Welp I sure fucked up. How the hell do I fix this? Wait, I have an idea! Let’s debut another girl group to cover up all the shit that has been piling up for years now!” 

And your boi gone and did it. He basically debuted another group despite the number of problems he had to deal with already. This is every student ever, just make another problem to cover up the first one.

Red Velvet debuted with four members; Irene, Seulgi, Wendy and Joy. The “Happiness” music video got 2 million views in a day and was the most viewed kpop music video for the month of August in 2014. See, the queens already breaking records.

However, the original version of “Happiness” was full of controversial topics such as 9/11 being the most prominent one. This caused such hate to the girls that everyone started calling them “flops”. Lmao Red Velvet stays unbothered as the kpop act with the most Billboard charted albums bYE.

Some of you still may be wondering what the hell happened with Yeri. Well, because their debut was rushed and due to her age, Yeri, unfortunately, couldn’t debut with them. When Red Velvet debuted, Yeri was 15 years old so basically a child. 

“bUt jiSUnG fROM ncT DreAM dEBuTed wHeN hE WAs onlY FoUrteEn”

Before, there was a law which stated that kids under the age of 16 couldn’t debut.

No need to worry fellow Yeri stans! Red Velvet only released another single called “Be Natural” before Yeri was officially added. The single featured NCT’s Taeyong on it too so if you are one of those fangirls, better go and check it out because your oppar is there + it is an underrated bop.

Yeri was added to the group during Ice Cream Cake era! Of course, many people hated her, acting as if Red Velvet released so many songs and solved world hunger without Yeri. Um, bitch they had two songs take a seat.

Discography and music in general lol

IT IS GOLD!1!!!!111!!

Okay listen, every single song of theirs makes me thot-drop in the middle of the goddamn school. Jesus Christ sunbaenim is shaking.

Albums:  Ice Cream Cake, The Red, The Velvet, Russian Roulette, Rookie, The Red Summer, Perfect Velvet, The Perfect Red Velvet.

Queens of naming their albums don’t even @ me.

Listen to every single song if you want to cure your depression, clear your skin, feed your children and harvest your crops. Seriously, all of their b-sides are so amazing and such bops they are worth a listen and you, as a person who chose to stan Red Velvet, deserve to have your ears cleansed.

Another topic that I want to bring up is “the red concept” and “the velvet concept”. It is not complicated. Basically what it means is that they split their concepts into two. The red concepts are more upbeat, catchy and poppy songs such as Dumb Dumb, Rookie, Russian Roulette etc. However, the velvet concept is where they show their mature, more serious ballads. Songs that represent the velvet side are Automatic, One of These Nights, Peek-A-Boo etc.

They filmed 13 music videos so you are going to get attacked by visuals 13 times, good luck.

The members 

The most interesting and fun part of this guide to be honest. So yeah, five members and five completely different personalities. Trust me, you’re gonna love every single one of these girls because they all have such amazing personalities and are extremely funny. Get abroad the homo express!

- Stage name: Irene

- Real name: Bae Joohyun

- Colour: Pink

- Position: Leader, Visual, Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocal

- She really is a bae tho we love a powerful woman

- Born on March 29th, 1991; the eldest

- She literally looks five what the fuck

- tiny

- Takes pictures of everyone and everything so that she can stare at them while she does the laundry because she is such a mom

- “Shut the fuck up I am not a mom”

- A GODDESS PLUS TOP VISUAL OF THIS GENERATION NO PRINTER JUST FAX

- loves pussy

- Drinks men tears to stay hydrated

- Forgets names of her kids aka the rest of Red Velvet

- Snorts laundry detergent

- Talk shit get hit

- Silent but plotting world domination with her at the top

- Speaking of tops, she doms bYE

- She survived the World War II and was Stalin's deskmate when they were in the third grade

- xXButtLoverXx

- Likes winning. Who got to the finish line first? Her. Who travelled to space first? Her. Who found the cure for world hunger? Her.

- Actually very talented in everything she does and is a blessing to humanity

- Stage name: Seulgi

- Real name: Kang Seulgi

- Colour: Orange

- Position: Main Dancer, Lead Vocal

- Either as fluffy as a teddy bear or a fucking sex God there is no in between

- Born on February 10th, 1994; second eldest

- hER EYES MAKE ME QUESTION MY SEXUALITY

- She, in general, makes me question my sexuality

- also tiny

- “Hello I am the 71st prettiest face in the world”

- First half of the “DD” also known as “Dumbass Duo”

- Someone help her she is lost in time and space

- The type of person to put a red sock to wash with the whites

- Is not capable of doing the splits because she dumb lmao

- How the fuck is one this confused???

- Gets bullied by her members a lot

- A sunshine in human form. You know that sun from the Teletubbies? That be Seulgi

- Her abs make me feel like Kylie Jenner, y’know... pregnant

- “If there’s no food I’m going home”

- THE number one fan of Beyonce™

- Pringles advocate

- She didn’t train for 7 years to have people shit talking her because she is multitalented and leaves people all around the world shooketh

- Stage name: Wendy

- Real name: Son Seungwan

- Colour: Blue

- Position: Main Vocal, English speaker

- Is also a HELLA good rapper

- Born on February 21st, 1994; third eldest

- Used to live in Toronto when she was younger, her English proceeds to give everyone a boner

- the tiniest out of all

- The kpop singer with the widest vocal range (this is an actual fact)

- “S H I N E  O N  M E”

- So caring it makes me bawl. She literally cooks for everyone and is so supportive it is truly beautiful

- Is actually the one behind the iconic “PARK SOOYOUNG! WHEN YOU SMILE I SMILE TOO”

- If she ever covers your song, you can say goodbye to it because it’s hers now

- A soccer mom

- Also that famous Kris Jenner “You’re doing amazing sweetie” meme

- Rescue her scalp someone pls

- Probably used “WHOMST” once in her lifetime unironically

- The gayest out of all the gays

- She is a boob person and also has a very nice butt Irene knows

- Once stacked a gazillion hats on top of her head because why the fuck not

- Is also a sexy pornstar ... no wait, I meant a “saxophonist”

- Is so beautiful and deserves all the love in this entire world but the world doesn’t deserve her at all 

- Stage name: Joy

- Real name: Park Sooyoung

- Colour: Green

- Position: Lead Rapper, Lead Vocal, Mood-maker

- + an actress

- Born on September 3rd, 1996: fourth eldest

- Invented “cute” and “sexy” don’t fight me on this

- TALL (for a Red Velvet member lmfao)

- Has the prettiest profile, God took extra time in crafting such a masterpiece

- Speaking of God... God is real and in a form of Park Sooyoung

- Likes finer things in life such as herself

- If the song “Me Too” was a human, it would be her

- Ruthless

- When she gets scared her soul deadass leaves her body and it is hilarious

- A dramatic bitch

- HAS THE BEST BODY SORRY YALL CAN’T COMPETE

- Can get very angery

- Probably was kinkshamed by someone once

- Is having a mental breakdown at every waking moment

- “Can you stop I’m very sensitive”

- Tom to Yeri’s Jerry

- Just the most amazing human being, an all-rounder and a happy virus

- Stage name: Yeri

- Real name: Kim Yerim

- Colour: Purple

- Position: Maknae, Lead Rapper, Sub Dancer, Vocal, Songwriter

- Is being an absolute savage a talent?

- Born on March 5th, 1999; the youngest

- The other half of the “Dumbass Duo”

- So much sass is contained in this tiny human being

- Plans to take over SM soon one day

- HAS THE MOST CONTAGIOUS LAUGH IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND IT IS SO GENUINE I LOVE IT

- Likes pineapple on pizza cancelled

- The OG Sone

- A mess

-  (ง •̀_•́)ง

- Not a big spoon nor a little spoon, she a knife

- Tries her best

- Knows everyone and everything; what a social butterfly it warms my heart

- Likes to read smut so all of you smut fanfiction writers, watch out, she is lurking

- SPEAKING OF LURKING

- She lowkey had a fan account that was all about Girl’s Generation

- A woman we all aspire to be

- Is an actual cinnamon roll that yes, could kill you but everyone loves her because she really improved a lot. WE WATCHED HER GROW UP INTO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN SHE IS NOW B L E S S

Popular ships, let’s play a game where you guess which two people are paired up (not like it is completely obvious)

SEULRENE 

WENRENE

WENSEUL

JOYRI

YERENE

JOYGI

JOYDY

WENRI

SEULRI

Ending note

On a more serious note, Red Velvet is an amazing girl group that deserves so much more. I hope this at least got you to check them out. If not, your loss lol.

I could use a fuckton adjectives to describe their perfection but trust me, that ain’t enough.

Anyways, OT4 stans can fuck off, don’t comment on this post.

Just love all the girls and don’t point out their insecurities in a rude way mmkay?

This is all from me and I hope you enjoyed and that this helped you and maybe made you chuckle (maybe?)

If there is another question that you want me to answer, ask me because I would love to.

P.S. It doesn’t have to be Red Velvet related because I am trash that stans more groups than the number of bad jokes I made in this post.

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