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satoriberry · 1 year ago

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"there's no ink." "yer kinda cute." - karasu tabito

★ resume: you need to make photocopies of a correction sheet for all 35 of your classmates. also, karasu can't use printers.

★ heads up: karasu is potentially ooc but imo he acts the way he does when it comes to football outside of bllk he's CRINGE BOOOOO, reader has hair that can be tucked behind her ear so it can be short or long yknow and uhhh nothing else ig, maybe just karasu being cringe but what's new. also reader is so fucking sick and tired of people in this so she's a bit rude but its justified :3

★ berry's note: oh wow im WRITING!! [😱😱] n e way, i hate this guy a lot and i cant imagine him excelling at using a printer by himself, so time to make a cutesy scenario out of it where he makes a fool of himself!!! enjoy!! :3

maybe it was because of the big, fat, red "57" that was surely an adequate and representative grade for your work - and not just your geography teacher being a bitch - but for some arbitrary reason, an itch developed in the back of your brain and made you feel a bit less tolerant of stupidity. at least until you get back home and sleep like a comatose patient.

you felt a slight comfort in knowing that even the self-proclaimed class genius got a gut-wrenching 60 on the same test, which isn't the nicest way of finding inner peace, but who cares? besides, geography is for losers who want to make statistics about the declining birth rate, and you couldn't care less about women giving birth to less and less children with each passing decade. strutting down the empty hallway, you gripped the sheet containing the answers to the questions with a bit too much intensity and aggression, slightly creasing it in your hand but you had bigger things to worry about. the printer room.

the godforsaken printer room - that served as the only motive to still keep hallway number 4 of the third floor accessible - possessed a myriad of faults and problems, the worst one being that they rarely kept the ink fresh; 'they' being the student body whose only involvement was that. keeping the ink fresh. they didn't even have to buy it, their only job was checking the printer's ink every 4 to 5 days and replace the cartridge if needed so. but, suprisingly (considering how competent they usually are), no one was bothered enough to accomplish this single task. nevertheless, it seemed that you weren't the student to first stumble upon this inconvenience today. the door to the printer room was slightly ajar and the lights were clearly on, so someone had to be in there.

taking the final steps, you lightly pushed the door all way to the end and gazed upon the wall where the (shitty) printers sat on an alignment of old desks. there was someone, you knew that already, but that someone seemed a bit familiar.

oh. it's that super soccer guy from bambi osaka. kawaru tamiko.

or at least you thought that was his name. you weren't good with names.

he was leaning forward against a table carrying an old canon®, tilting it forward with a grip on either side, and his hair flattened against the wall. almost like a person checking the label on the back of a cargo box that was too heavy to move. he was probably trying to look at the wires in the back, there was no other explanation for such an awkward posture.

it took him a few seconds to notice your presence, partly because he was so engrossed in the printer, and partly because you didn't care enough to say a word and instead opted for standing awkwardly with a hand on the doorframe. he turned his head towards you a first time and immediately went back to the printer before rapidly turning his head towards you again, this time fully absorbing your existence. kawaru abruptly let go of the table, producing a loud noise as it hit the wall, making you slightly wince at the idea of an even more damaged printer. you walked towards him.

running two fingers on the dust coating the surface of the printer, you lazily muttered, "it's not working, is it?", expecting nothing less from junk that was probably in use from before the fall of the soviet union. he had stood up straight and begun to awkwardly swing his arms back and forth, a clear attempt at de-stressing. "err, no, pretty sure there's a wirin' problem," he answered, though you were moreso talking to yourself than him, but that didn't matter.

"and uhh, this button right here hasn' stopped flashin' ever since i turned the thing on. prob'ly needs a technician," he continued, forcing a more assertive tone towards the end. you asked him to show you what button he was talking about, so he eagerly pointed at a flashing button located on the left side control panel of the printer. a button that had the image of an opaque drop on it. a button that had the faded word "ink" written underneath it.

the printer was working fine. it just needed ink.

and he thought it was broken.

you stood there in silence, physically and mentally unable to comprehend how someone can miss such an obvious clue. you didn't take your eyes off the flashing button, breathing quietly, trying your best to not lash out on kawaru. you noticed a frizzy lock of hair sticking out from your head and proceeded to tuck it behind your ear, then put your hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide your frustration, eyes still on the flashing button.

karasu, on the other hand, was waiting next to you, though his eyes were moreso fixated on you than the printer. did he know you? he didn't think so, but you seemed like someone he can find interest in, definitely the thinker kind since you appeared to be pondering a solution to this ordeal in a rather sophisticated manner. other questions flowed through his mind: what class were you in? were you a 3rd year? were you in the advanced course? did you have any mutual friends? did you do any extracurriculars? did you like soccer? have you ever been to one of his matches? he couldn't stop the flow of possiblities as to how to get to know you.

"there's no ink." "yer kinda cute."

you slowly turned your head to face him, body stiff and unmoving. he realized how outlandish the comment he just made was, and possibly inappropriate considering the circumstance.

"huh?" "what?"

you blinked at him with gradually developing bewilderment, fully certain that you heard what you heard but that didn't change the fact that you weren't awaiting that from him.

and sadly, you couldn't say that it displeased you. the opposite actually.

"i err, i...anyway, you said ink? there's a few cartridges in the desk's cubby. whaddya need? black? magenta? cyan? yellow?", he started to speak again at a fast pace, wanting to get done with this interaction and dwell in sorrow from his incapacity to talk to cute girls. "black's fine," you answered, looking away to make it less embarrassing from him. he dug in the cubby for a moment, hand banging the sides of the metal compartment before he got hold of a blocky object. he read the cartridge's sticker and made sure it was black ink before standing up again.

you expected him to press the button that dislodged the upper half of the machine and replace the cartridge, however, he stood quietly, fiddling with it while nervously looking at and away from you multiple times. oh. he doesn't know how to replace ink. exhaling through your nostrils, you stuck out your hand, wordlessly demanding him to hand it over - an order he prompty followed.

karasu felt you snatch the cartridge before he could even fully place it on your palm, making him feel even more guilty for wasting your time. he watched as you effortlessly pressed a series of buttons, took out things, replaced things and before he knew it, you snapped the top of the printer back on, which caused the flashing button to stop doing so. was he a loser or were you just a printer connoisseur? he didn't care enough to think of an answer though, he was once again focused on subtly seducing you and make you notice his more pleasant qualities.

you chose to ignore him for the rest of your stay in the printer room, procuring 35 copies of the sheet and preparing to leave when you felt a hand (his hand) lightly tap you on your back.

"yes?," you said, though you recognize you could have said it with a bit less bluntness in your voice. he took no notice of this however, and asked, "what's yer name? i think we've met before."

"(last name) (first name). no, we've never met, or at least i don't think we did," you replied before staring at him with more attention than before, noticing a few details about him that you missed. for example, the mole on his upper left cheek, or the weird angle at which his hair was styled. what kind of fucking product would you need for that?

"ah, hahaha, my bad, i was prob'ly thinkin' of someone else. umm, i...i meant what i said earlier," he mumbled his words more and more. you raised an eyebrow, not getting what he meant by 'what i said earlier', before remembering that he had called you cute. oh, right. that happened.

you involuntarily flashed a face of understanding, then lowered your head to bite your cheek. you didn't want to look like a loser while trying to hide your smile, a smile you rarely gave to guys with bad flirting skills, albeit this one was of the more good-looking variety so you can superficially excuse his lack of skills. "thanks, that was very sweet. i wasn't expecting it but it's still sweet. thank you."

"i can help ya' carry those papers to your classroom, that looks a bit heavy-"

"it's fine, really. but i do have a question. what's your name?"

his expression changed from nervous suaveness to a giddy grin, feeling honoured that you were interested in his name. "karasu tabito. i play for the local youth team, bambi osaka. you didn't ask fer that but, y'know...," ah. that was his name. karasu tabito. kawaru sounded a bit too childish for a guy like him.

"karasu tabito. yeah, i've seen you play. you're fun to watch." you tried to lighten the mood a bit cause the boy was seconds away from developing a rash if he kept scratching his neck like that.

"fun to watch? me? oh, thanks. i've been called a 'good player' and 'excellent' even, but 'fun', i've never gotten that before. w-whaddya mean by that though? what's fun, my playstyle or my presence or-,"

you couldn't afford wasting any more time than you already have, so cutting him off, you replied, "fun as in watching you in your element is rather entertaining, i don't do much sport outside of PE, but i can tell you love what you do. sorry, i have to leave, my teacher is gonna be up my ass about taking so much time."

karasu's lips formed a thin line, bitter about not making much of this exchange. and before he could even hold himself back, his mouth let out, "wanna watch my practice after school? you don't have to stay fer the whole thing, jus' to show you how i play outside of official matches."

"sure."

"what? hu-"

"i said, 'sure'. i'll watch you, i'll even stay for the whole practice, i've got nothing. catch you at the shoe lockers, bye."

and with that (plus a quick smile to soften the blow), you speedwalked out of the printer room and began to go down what felt like a dozen floors.

you didn't allow yourself to think about what happened up there, to avoid cringing at your bizarre attitude and not think about the fact that a (weird) guy you would consider somewhat out of your league, just asked you to watch him play.

bonus!!

lunch break finally rolled around, and your friends typically hung out in an obscure part of the courtyard to eat while hiding their cellphones from any faculty members. checking your messages, you noticed an instagram dm from someone whose username already crossed your mutual recommendations but you never took the time to open their profile.

kr_tabito23.

-> coach is sick but i still want an excuse to talk to you

-> there's this really rad crepe shop in namba parks

-> im paying :]

-> you can't say no

-> lol kidding

-> sorry that was weird

you giggled at whatever he was trying to achieve, he was definitely a dork. you didn't mind that.

-> sure. still gonna catch you at the shoe lockers c:

and somewhere in the school, on the opposite side of the main building, next to the fountain where he and his friends usurped the benches, karasu jumped from his seat and into the air, bumping his fist and yelling unintelligible words while his friends watched, confused but happy for their normally cool and collected fellow.

★ berry's post-writing note: guys im gonna be honest i hate the ending my inspiration juice ran out so i just came up with something but i feel like it could've been a bit better. still happy that i wrote something cause ive been in a long ass writer's block since?? what??? february? anyway, criticism is always accepted and uhh thank you for reading till the end!! <3

#berry.writes <3 #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #karasu x reader #karasu tabito x reader #karasu tabito #tabito karasu

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tohokuu · 3 years ago

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PHOTOBOOTHS WITH TOMAN

playing : yrn by dj awakè

mikey, draken, mitsuya, chifuyu, baji, smiley & angry.

mikey.

“y/n, come on ! the things about to start.” mikey whined. just as he said the reader in front of you read 3…2…1 and then each of you heard a soft click as a photo was taken. mikey was cheesing into the camera with his eyes squeezed shut while he held onto you closely. you, on the other were taken aback and were looking to the camera halfway with a shocked expression and a halfway peace sign.

"great, ya ruined it. now don't ruin the next one." mikey said.

draken.

"draken, draken, draken come onnnn" you whined. "y/n, this is a waste of time and money. these booths are always overpriced." draken complained. you huffed in annoyance, forcing him to stare at the camera anyway. when you took out all the photos at the end, you could see how drakens grin got bigger through each one. the first was you smiling at the camera big and wide with draken holding up a small loose grin and an arm around your shoulders. the second had you clinging to drakens arm and leaning onto his shoulder with draken smiling down at you fondly. as you stared at the rest of the pictures, you found one thing in common: draken smiling at you instead of the camera.

your face heated up in embarrassment and draken only snatched the photos from you.

"come on, loser. i want takoyaki."

baji.

"oi-oi y/n. shit the timer-" you and baji's photos were all collectively a disaster. none of you could decide on a single pose or get the timer right. all the photos were of you guys frantically moving around and panicking trying to get in time with the camera. as you two stepped out of the photobooth, you went to grab your two sets of photos. you laughed at all of them; you two looked so stupid.

"baji, come and look at this." he was groaning all the way. grumbling about how the stupid machine ate his money and none of the photos even turned out good. "they lucky they got security cameras. I woulda set this bitch on fire." he complained. "shut up, look at this." with that, you shoved the last photo into his face. the photo showed you and baji putting your hands up in a 'rawr' pose. baji's fangs were out and you attempted to do the same.

"maybe I won't set it on fire."

mitsuya.

"baby, let's lean into each other." you said. you and mitsuya had found a decently priced photobooth and decided to take pictures together. the photos were going wonderful. both of you matching poses and smiling happily. at the last photo, luna and mana bursted into the booth. you and mitsuya seated each of them onto your lap and took one last photo with the girls throwing their hands up in excitement.

"taka-nii, i want a photo with y/n-san alone!" luna said.

“me too !”

chifuyu.

it was chifuyu's idea. he had begged to go to the photobooth and take romantic photos like in the romance mangas and novels he read. he grabbed your hand and quickly paid for the booth, all while deciding each pose you would do. “y/n, look into my eyes like this.” he said as he positioned your head to face him. you giggled a bit, being unable to stifle your laughter because chifuyu just looked so serious about this. the camera seemed to take forever to click and even then, chifuyu looked dead serious. you waited 10 more seconds until he got sick of the length of the timer. he turned to the side to inspect what was wrong and instead was met with a terrible blinding flash, ruining one whole photo.

“awh- what the fuck, man !”

smiley.

going to a photobooth with nahoya was inevitable. his personality trait was smiling so it made sense for you two to agree to visit the photobooth. “hoya, try to look angry.” you giggled. in a second, he grabbed you close to him and pulled the fakest angry look he could muster. at the end when you looked at the pictures, nahoya just looked like he was trying to hold back laughter in all the photo’s where he tried to look angry.

“hoya ! again ! you don’t even look mad.”

“you want me to look like souya ?”

“you already do, dumbass.”

angry.

“souyaaa, come on there’s a photobooth over there.” you whined. your boyfriend turned to look at you. his face reflected his usual angry look and shook his head. “whattt ? why not ??” you complained. “it’s not like i smile anyway,” he said, nonchalantly. pulling him towards the booth anyway, you forced him to sit down while you paid. souya groaned internally, why did he let you drag him here ? but his worries meant nothing when you sat next to him and threw different faces at the camera. each of them had you smiling in some sort of way while he kept his usual angry façade up, or at least thats what you thought.

when you stepped out to grab the photo’s, it all held souya being angry. however, the last few photo’s showed a very rare smile adorned on his lips. he was staring at the camera while his arm was slung around your shoulders. he looked so peaceful.

“you should smile more often. you look so cute like this.” you giggled.

“then go date my twin.” he said.

“whaaa- no, never !”

“exactly.”

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goodnightallwhites · 4 years ago

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Mommy's Secret BlackingPacking

Women are shit. It was a term I heard in some way, shape, or form nearly every day now from the people I spent my time with. Well, not really like that. They were people online, people who I didn’t know, but people I could complain about. I had tons to complain about. I was romantically hopeless. I’ve never had a girlfriend, never even kissed a girl. They never seemed interested in me. Maybe I was too skinny, too thin-wristed, too round-faced, too wide-eyed. A short guy with a baby face. That’s what I complained about around half the time I was online. The other half I spent jacking my meager 3 inch pin penis until I shot my load into the trash or the toilet. I was getting into increasingly demeaning fetishes. Mostly with dominant women and pathetic little cuckold men. I was afraid that I’d have to be in a relationship like that. I loved jacking to it, but after I came? I was always disgusted with myself.

I hated girls more though. I hated all of them. They always fucked and dated the worst guys, and made fun of guys like me. Called me pin-dick. Made fun of me for being short and hairless. I tried to be nice to them but they wouldn’t care either way. They always dated loud, obnoxious apes who were fighting and bragging in public all the time. Almost always these guys were black. I jerked off to blacked a ton. It was like my addiction. I tugged it to blacked and blackedraw and especially cuckold sessions. My favorite part was how white guys always got their little dicks humiliated by snow bunnies who just had to take the biggest cock available. My least favorite part was how I hated myself after I busted a nut. How I had to convince myself that BBC was a myth. How I wanted to cry and chop my dick off. Of course women would want the biggest dick they could get. They were shallow and stupid and only cared about getting the best train run on them but some nigger with a 2 foot cock. Why should I even bother? Even the nerdiest girl in my school could probably get some black asshole to fuck her if she acted slutty enough. I was sure every girl I ever liked thought I was a loser just because my dick was a bit below average. I didn’t trust women and I didn’t like them. The one exception I always thought was true was my own mother. She was tall, busty, beautiful, and always the nicest person in my life. I felt bad when I occasionally jerked off to a certain outfit she wore. How she’d occasionally show off enough skin for me to get turned on. Rubbing out a load into my hand still felt wrong, but it felt more normal. Plenty of guys said stuff like ‘I fucked your mom’. It couldn’t have been worse than me gooning to interracial porn I hated. One night I was doing just that. I was bored and my balls had been wanting to be drained all day after a good edging session last night. My homework was tossed around the floor while I was on the computer. My feet were spread on my desk with the keyboard and mouse on my stomach. I was slouched way down, and my pants were at my ankles while I played with myself. My little dick was rock hard as I watched Kendra Sutherland stare at a chocolate monster that was the size of her whole neck and head. Even hotter was the fact that a girl posted it.

I wanted to edge because post but clarity hit hard. I watched an amateur POV video of the viewers girlfriend explaining why big black cock was superior. How it was bigger and thicker and more filling and how it hit all her spots and whenever it came in her it flooded her womb and pussy until there was literally nothing left. She said she’d spoken to ‘your’ mom and sister and all your exes and they all take black cock on the regular. They all will never go back to white boys and all know you’re a tiny dicked loser who can’t satisfy a girl to save his life. But I at least got the change to be taught how to eat a creampie and was threatened with chastity if I came even once before she did. I had to let go of my dicklet then because I knew a light breeze would all it would take to cum. I wanted to get a chastity belt so I could stop spending every night gooning to blacked. I hated women and I hated these pornstars who bragged about how little they thought of guys like me. I never asked to be white or tiny dicked. I hoped I would find the rare loving girl like my mom. But I’ve heard of popular, smart jocks at my school being dumped because they didn’t measure up to girls standards. White jocks at least. And I didn’t wanna date an ugly girl, or some fat weirdo. But honestly I came to the fact that that’s all a teeny white nerd like me could get. I really wanted that chastity cage. It’s been embarrassing in the gym locker rooms but black guys already bullied the small cocks of white guys everyday so I wouldn’t feel much difference. The girls might be meaner but at least I’d get their attention. I thought of mom again. I’d seen my dad in the shower before. He was, like me, a short, unimpressive white man, and it turned out he had a totally tiny penis too. It might have even been smaller than mine. 3 inches was technically fine, but dad had a straight up micropenis. And if mom loved him with that, I was sure I had a chance. So tonight, I was jerking off yet again, but this time it was to more wholesome content. Instead of women getting brutally fucked by gigantic black dicks or POVs of women talking about how much better their horse cocks are. Today I was just watching a calm jerk off encouragement video with a calm, quiet girl who acted all loving and romantic. It still got my little shaft full of blood, so I was happy tugging to her. I started hearing something weird though. There was a loud moaning in the background. There was always loud moaning when I watched porn, but this jerk off session didn’t have that kind of video. I checked all my other tabs, but there wasn’t any hardcore porn anywhere. Then I took of my headphones. To my horror, I found it was aloud, but my headphones were still plugged in. Meaning… It had to be coming from somewhere else in the house! I live in my house with my parents and older sister, who was out with her friends touring a college a city away. My dad wasn’t home either, only my mom. So sure enough, when I followed the sound, it came from the end of the hallway her room. What was mom doing… I cracked open the door just a tiny bit- and there I saw it. She was laying down on the bed with her legs spread wide and her toes curled in what had to be pleasure because she was begging for more. What was worse was what was in between her legs. It was a black man, huge, tall, and muscular. The kind of- of nigger I hated! Fucking my own mom? “I’m cumming! Fuck I’m cumming on your big, huge black dick again!” He thin arms flopped to the side of her as she became like a ragdoll. Orgasm shot through her with loud moans. Orgasm!? I had spoken to a lot of girls online and even sexted. They told me they enjoyed sex, but never orgasmed. They said girls didn’t, so I shouldn’t feel bad if I couldn’t make one. But my mom obviously just had one. “Yeah, three times a night bitch!?” yelled the manly black bull she fucked. I was in shock. Three times a night? “And I haven’t even cum yet!” “Lets see- if you can last another half hour then!” A half an hour? How long had they been doing this for? Weren’t guys supposed to last for 2 minutes in real sex? No way that blacked garbage was REAL?! “I’m close babe,” he said, “but you gotta beg for it?” Beg? He was gonna make my mom- “Fuck yes, give it to me babe, give it to me, you know how much I love your cum, pull that huge fucking dick out stud, shoot your perfect hot thick fucking black cum all over me!” Unbelievable. I was seething- how could she do this? I was still coping though. No way MY mom was really there. It couldn’t be. And the things she was saying? Just dirty talk, right? “FUCK yes,” she let out. She breathed heavily. “Fuck you’re gonna make me fucking cum again before you do! Your dick’s better in every fucking way than my husbands!” I gulped. She HAD to just be saying this to turn him on. It was a nice thing. She’d probably been faking orgsms! There’s no way she could really love this nigger more than my dad, right? “Mmmmm, babe, scream again- I fuckin LIKE that!” “I can’t- we’re already being to loud- my son will hear!” “You told me you didn’t give a shit about him, babe, you just want my dick.” “Fuck… you’re right.” What the hell? “Give it to me! Yeah, yeah fucking give it to me!” “Ahhh fuck yeah babe, I’m fuckin cumming, I’m gonna cum raw in your tight little cunt!” “Pull out! Pull out pull out! I’m not on the pill!” “AH FUCK!!” He yelled, pulling back to rip his dick out of the pussy I was born from. I was hoping I’d be proven right about black dicks, that they were average, like any other dick. Maybe above average, if it felt especially good. I expected- no, I hoped to see a penis about 5 or 6 inches in length, seven at the most. “FUCK YEAH!” he yelled. That monster had to be a foot long. He slammed it down onto my mom’s toned stomach that she worked so hard on. She was proud of it. Now I could only think of how this huge, 12 inch dicked nigger slammed his huge cock on it and started cumming like a firehose. He shot thick ropes onto her tits, her face, even the pillows she shared with dad. And I was getting off to it. As they both breathed heavily in their afterglow, I snuck off before they noticed me peeping, and ran to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me a little too loud. Hopefully they wouldn’t be suspicious of that. Hell, hopefully it was a dream. I couldn’t believe it. Any of it! I washed my face with cold water and I hoped to wake up. I was already awake. I looked at my face. The face of the only son of a man and woman who really loved each other, right? I hated myself, but at least I could say that. Now I couldn’t. My mom was a whore, just like every other woman on earth.

I pulled my pants down. My small dick, a quarter his size, was still rock hard. I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was wrong with white women? What the hell was wrong with white dicks?? What the fucking hell was wrong… with me. I started jerking off.

#Interracial #story #bbc

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rennyforpresident · 4 years ago

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Renny’s BBSIM: Second Chances THE FINALE!

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiig Brother!

@brentrobinson @flungevictee @kaysarswhore @maxdoesbb @music-obsessednerd @pawn2393 @rennyforpresident @wheremy--demons--hide

Jury: @theminionjcfucked @fucklauryn @phylisisley @iantxrry @swampassthing @cirie-sandra-michaela @flopbb-22 @paymeincashnottears

Welcome to finale night at Big Brother! 92 days ago, 16 returning houseguests who had never won Big Brother came back to fight for the title in round 2. Tonight, we crown our champion!

Will it be @kaysarswhore? She came into the game an underdog, and got the villain edit all season long. But at the end of the day, she has never been nominated. She’s dominated comps; can she do it again tonight?

Will it be @maxdoesbb? The rat of the season, but the best damn rat I’ve ever seen. He made friends with everyone across the board, and was the biggest social threat of the season. Can he use his social game to win over the votes of the jury?

Or will it be @pawn2393? Not the best social player, but comps? A BEAST! He was loyal to his allies, and showed it by winning comps and keeping them safe. Will his loyalty pay off in the form of jury votes?

Let’s find out! Let’s get this HOH started!

Part 1 is endurance! We’ve seen some strong endurance competitions this season, and this one is bound to be just as intense.

After 2 hours and 1 minute, the first person to fall is

@pawn2393 in the DR: “I just couldn’t hold on any longer. I hurt left hand playing in the veto last week, and I’m still recovering from it. I’m just hoping I can take out whoever else loses in Part 2.”

It’s down to @kaysarswhore and @maxdoesbb.

@maxdoesbb: “Please drop. I’m taking you to the end, you know that. I just need this win, please.”

@kaysarswhore: “You swear on your life? On your life?”

@maxdoesbb nods vigorously, unable to speak after being so cold and thrown against the wall again.

Suddenly, after 3 hours and 4 minutes, a houseguest drops. Which means the winner of Part 1 of the HOH is............

@maxdoesbb! You have advanced to Part 3 of the final HOH!

@pawn2393 in the DR: “I’m really heartbroken that it’s me and @kaysarswhore in part 2. I wanted it to be both of us in the end, knowing either way we’d be in those final 2 chairs. Fuck, man”

@kaysarswhore: “Either way, I’m good! I didn’t need to win this, so I’ll just try my hand at Part 2.”

The two losers, @kaysarswhore and @pawn2393, enter the backyard one at a time to compete. Afterwards, completely wiped, the two head back to the living room where @maxdoesbb reads the results.

@maxdoesbb: “ @kaysarswhore, you had a time of...

9:25!

@pawn2393, you had a time of...

9:21!”

@pawn2393 will face off against @maxdoesbb in Part 3 of the HOH!

The competition is stiff, and it comes down to a tie-breaker. The final question is: “How many minutes, from the moment the first person stepped in the door, have you spent in the Big Brother house this summer?”

@pawn2393 answers 100,000

@maxdoesbb answers 150,000

Julie: “The correct answer is...

121,002 minutes!”

@pawn2393, you are the final HOH of the summer, and have earned the right to choose who will be sitting next to you! We’ll be back for that vote after a word from our sponsors.

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Julie: “Welcome back! Let’s join our houseguests in the living room where @pawn2393 is about to cast their vote to determine the final 2 and the final member of the jury. Before you vote, each houseguest gets one last chance to plead their case.”

@kaysarswhore: “You know I love you no matter what, and I’ll be rooting for you no matter what decision you make. I think you know what I would do if I were in your shoes, so I hope you do the same. Love you!”

@maxdoesbb: “If you want to lose this game, you’re going to take @kaysarswhore to the end. She will sweep that jury, and you’ll be left standing with no money. Take me, and the jury is a fair fight. That’s all I have to say”

Julie: “ @pawn2393? Please stand and cast your vote when you’re ready.”

@pawn2393: “Okay, so the two of you are amazing, but I have to do what I’ve been planning on doing since the very beginning of this game. @kaysarswhore, you’ve been my ride or die since the beginning, and I am so so grateful to you for everything you have done for me. That being said,.....

Julie: “It’s official, @maxdoesbb, you are evicted from the Big Brother house. Come on out!”

Julie: “ @maxdoesbb! You were so close! What went wrong?”

@maxdoesbb: “That goddamn @pawn2393! I had the perfect plan, but he got in the way! If I had only answered correctly in that stupid final competition, I would be in there right now!”

Julie: “Do you think the jury has already made their decision? Or is it still up in the air?”

@maxdoesbb: “I honestly don’t know! It’ll be exciting to see who the jury wants to vote for. I mean, I’m pretty much set on my vote! *audience oohs*

Julie: “Well, we’re all anxious to find out who that is. Coming up, who will win the whole enchilada? But first, let’s bring out the members of our jury!

Julie: “Let’s begin with jury questions!”

@theminionjcfucked: “My question is for @kaysarswhore. Was being a complete bitch a part of your strategy? Or was it just you?”

@kaysarswhore: “No, I’m naturally a hard to get along with kind of person. I knew that I wasn’t gonna get along with everyone, but I wanted to do my best to get along as best I could. It wasn’t easy. I did my best. I apologize if I hurt anyone deeply, but I was focused on playing the game.”

@iantxrry: “ @pawn2393, what was the biggest game move you made that was your own, and NOT @kaysarswhore‘s?”

@pawn2393: “My biggest game moves were winning my four HOHs and taking out the biggest threats in this house. I had adversity after adversity thrown my way, and my biggest move was overcoming it all.”

@swampassthing: “If we’re talking competitions, I won four vetoes. Other than competition wins, why should I vote for you @kaysarswhore?”

@kaysarswhore: “You should vote for me because I was loyal to my alliance, but not to a fault. I took out @cirie-sandra-michaela, the biggest threat in this game, on my HOH. I was loyal to him until he became a bigger threat than I could keep around.”

@paymeincashnottears: “My question is for @pawn2393. How can you ask me to vote for you when you spent a solid four or five weeks targeting (and failing to evict) me, the person with no comp wins and no allies?”

@pawn2393: “Full disclosure, you weren’t always my target. I wanted the biggest threat to go each week, and sometimes that was you, and yes, sometimes I failed. But that’s Big Brother. I did the best with the hand I was dealt.”

@maxdoesbb: “My question is for @kaysarswhore. I’m pretty sure I know who I’m voting for, but if you had won the final HOH instead of @pawn2393, who would you have taken to the end?”

@kaysarswhore: “Honestly? I would have probably taken @pawn2393. I feel like I have a better chance at beating him now than I would have if you were sitting here.”

Julie: “And that’s all the questions we have for you. @kaysarswhore and @pawn2393, you will have one last chance to sway the jury in your final plea. @kaysarswhore, you’re up first.

@kaysarswhore: “I have played this season the only way I know how: HARD.” I won comps when I needed them, I was loyal until I couldn’t be any longer, and I strategized every chance I got. I made friendships along the way, and I’d like to think that I never made this game personal. I deserve this money, I deserve this title, and I deserve your vote. Thank you for an amazing summer, and I hope I soon get to thank you for my win.”

@pawn2393: “Well, I’d like to say that while @kaysarswhore was out making side deals and playing dirty, I was working to secure my alliance’s safety. I stayed loyal until the end, not just until it was convenient for me to be disloyal. I worked hard to ensure my own safety, and even survived the block; something @kaysarswhore never had to do. I have fought so hard for this win, and I hope you all can see that.”

Julie: “Thank you both! It’s now time to vote!”

Each houseguest walks up one at a time and places their key in their slot. Once all the keys have been placed, Julie reads them out. After reading them, it’s revealed that the WINNER of Renny’s BBSim: Second Chances is...

@kaysarswhore! Congratulations, you are the winner of $500,000!

After a grueling 92 day season, you have come out on top! Let’s see how the jury votes fell!

In the end, it looks like people were willing to forgive @kaysarswhore for all of her antics. Or maybe they just weren’t willing to forgive @pawn2393 for his. Either way, she’s now half a million richer!

America has been voting all season for their favorite houseguest, and we have the results here. In no particular order, the top three vote-getters are:

@fucklauryn, @iantxrry, and @maxdoesbb!

In third place...

Finally, the winner of America’s Favorite Player, and winner of a $10,000 cash prize is....

@fucklauryn! Congratulations! You gave us LIFE this season and we’re here to reward you for it!

From outside the Big Brother house, I’m @rennyforpresident. Goodnight!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR PLAYING!! This season was SO MUCH FUN and it was entertaining the entire way through! I don’t know when I’ll be doing another sim, but I hope to do one again soon!

For now, Here are the stats from the season!!

#bb22 #bbsim #bbsim second chances #this was SO FUN #and the stats... kind of iconic

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anxiouslymalicious · 5 years ago

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Losers Club Plus One Part 3

Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series Read the previous part here or go here for the series masterlist.

A/N: Thank you all so fucking much for the amazing and overwhelming feedback! I appreciate all of this so much! The word count on this is almost 3000 words so lean back and enjoy the ride. Warnings apply as usual, but I hope you enjoy!

Silent tears had been rolling down Y/N’s cheek as Richie drove them back to the Town House. Her whole body felt cold, adrenaline was wearing off and the young girl could feel her throat burning, her joints aching, her eyes stinging as hot tears created an unwelcome contrast on the skin of her cheeks.

Richie was trying to crack her up with jokes, desperate to get any kind of reaction out of her but she remained quiet, safe for the occasional whimper leaving her lips although she bit her lip in hopes of keeping them in. Y/N didn’t want her father to worry more about her than he already did. She knew that she had to keep herself together until they got back home. Home. Where she was safe, where she could build walls and crumble behind them, just like she knew her father would. His walls were more out there but concealed very well. He had always used his humour as a wall to shut the people out, but the wall had a weak spot for his little girl. She was the only one who cared to look behind that wall, the only person he felt comfortable with, enough so to tell her honestly about how he felt.

“We’re not going home, dad.” The girl suddenly spoke up. Richie felt his eyes fill with tears again that he quickly tried to blink away.

“Yes, we are. I’m not arguing about this. I am your father. I say we are going home.” Richie replied, anger seemingly filling his slumped over body. His body felt too heavy to sit upright for another minute. But it wasn’t hot anger that was running through his veins, no, it was ice cold fear.

“Dad, you knew why he was calling from the start. Don’t act like you thought this was going to be a happy little get together with old friends. You threw up after Mike called and I know that it wasn’t just your usual nervous stomach. That wasn’t a new set, not a new place, you knew what you were getting yourself into. And who says that IT will not follow us if we run away now?” Y/N replied angrily. Richie parked the car in front of the Town House, shortly followed by Eddie’s car.

“Listen. We are going to get out of this car, get our shit, and walk away from this place without ever looking back. I am not going to risk your life or mine to fight that stupid bitch again.” Richie told his daughter before getting out of the car, harshly slamming the door behind him.

“So, you would rather see your friends die fighting without you?” she yelled through the hotel lobby where Eddie was already waiting for the pair, ready to walk back to their rooms with them. Eddie was shocked to say the least. The girl who had looked so vulnerable only minutes ago, crying and shaking in her father’s arms, was now looking so incredibly strong and out there, a fearless warrior who was ready to join the losers in their fight against Pennywise. She intimidated Eddie for a moment.

Richie ignored his daughter, instead going with Eddie to their respective rooms. Rather than joining her father, Y/N stayed in the entrance hall, sitting down on the stairs, elbows resting on her knees, head in her hands.

“You’re right.” Eddie said softly, walking back down to the girl. “We are cowards and we would rather run from this than face it again, but we have been through a lot as kids and Richie is scared of losing you. You couldn’t imagine what we have seen.”

“So blood spraying out of a fortune cookie and kids that turn into men to kill you are pretty fucking normal in this town?” Y/N asked in return. Eddie remained quiet for a minute, then sighed deeply.

“IT really did pay you a visit, huh?” he asked with a hummed sigh before sitting down next to her.

“I’m assuming that’s what it was. Kids usually don’t turn into adults in the blink of an eye back in LA.” Y/N joked, looking up at Eddie for the first time.

“I’m honestly sorry. But maybe that’s one more reason for you to listen to Richie. He only means well. He’s worried.” Eddie moved one of his arms to rest on Y/N’s back, hoping to provide some sort of comfort in this nightmare of a day. Y/N slung her arm around the skinny man’s waist, leaning against him for a second. He knew that she would remain as headstrong as she was before, after all, she was Richie Trashmouth Tozier’s daughter. The two separated again, Eddie going his way to pack up while Y/N was still sitting on the stairs, trying to understand or even get a grasp on what was going on.

Little did the two know that their beloved Trashmouth was watching their talk, the sweet little interactions, with a heart that felt like it would burst from being so filled with love. For a beautiful moment, everything seemed to be good. His daughter and the man he had more than platonic feelings for were getting along so well, for a moment they looked like they could actually be a family. Like they could grow to be a family. His family.

Richie scurried back into his room, telling himself that he just kept on watching because he feared IT might get back to the girl if he didn’t watch her at all times, telling himself that this was just a stupid childhood crush bubbling up again which he would forget about as soon as he left town, then threw what little clothing he had unpacked back into his suitcase, gathering Y/N’s possessions once he was done.

Ben and Beverly arrived not soon after, walking straight to the bar to get some drinks. Y/N watched them interact; they seemed anxious, stressed out, but Ben seemed strangely determined. Y/N felt weird watching the two from the shadows, thus cleared her throat as Ben and Beverly stepped a little too close to each other for comfort, effectively diverting their focus onto her.

“Might want to keep things PG around here.” She told them with a small smile on her lips. Beverly and Ben gave her a shocked look before Ben chuckled a little, muttering a ‘Peep-peep.’ Which confused Y/N for a second before another voice made her shake off the thought.

“You really are Richie’s kid.” Beverly said with a soft smile directed at the younger girl.

“Yep, she is. And that’s why she’s going home with me. Eduardo! Ándale, let’s go!” Richie replied, raising his voice at the last part to reach Eddie upstairs in his room. Y/N could make out that her father also carried her bag, making her clench her fists in anger and pull it away from him. He, although reluctant, complied. Richie knew that she wouldn’t stop fighting him until he gave in. After all, he wouldn’t act much differently.

“There is something you’re not telling us. You knew how Stanley died. You knew.” said Ben, hopeful for a reaction from the now very distant Beverly. Her eyes weren’t as bright, Y/N noticed. Glassy. Unsure.

“Wait what?” Richie was speechless, confused.

Beverly ignored Ben and Richie as she walked towards the front desk, ringing the bell for someone to help her, but ultimately choosing to pick one herself, in dire need to escape the uncomfortable situation.

“I’ve seen all of us die.” Beverly finally said, knowing that she couldn’t and wouldn’t get out of the situation without talking. Neither the men nor the girl said anything, but Y/N began piecing things together. Or so she thought. Because, admittedly, the girl was still feeling about as smart as she did when she was on the plane with her father. She had caught up snippets of memories during lunch along with being Richie’s mental storage unit, but none of the things the adults were saying made any sense to her, really. And it was starting to irritate her. So, Beverly had seen each of her friends die when they were kids. But why? And how did they fight IT? If they even did fight IT. Would they fight IT again? What even was IT? And what in hell was up with that clown?

Eddie came stumbling down the stairs, two huge suitcases with him, more than ready to leave the hellhole he grew up in when he spotted the four people. Y/N had subconsciously moved closer to her father again, suitcase carelessly dropped on the ground as she, like the adults, was stuck insider her head, trying to understand what the revelation might mean.

“What did I miss?” Eddie suddenly asked, dropping the heavy luggage on the stairs. Everyone was quiet for a moment before Y/N spoke up.

“Beverly has seen you all die, but that’s not really something special here in this town, right? I mean I have barely spent a few hours here and have been told that I would float, whatever that’s supposed to mean, and was almost killed when I tried to take a shower. Oh, and my fortune cookie made me look like a serial killer. This is perfectly normal and I’m not going insane. Right?” Y/N was desperate for someone to tell her that she was fine, that all of them were simply pulling cruel pranks on her, but no one did. The adults simply looked at her helplessly, pain clearly visible on their faces, as they watched the girl struggle with what she had gone through already. Tears were stinging in her eyes, her father trying to pull her into him, but she pushed him away with a whimper, walking away from the adults to sit on the stairs. Y/N felt like her knees were about to give in under her. And she wasn’t about to break down in front of her father. Y/N was too scared it might be the last straw that might make him take her home. Although going home didn’t sound so bad, she felt that this was bigger than just them. Hell, one of their friends had died after being asked to come back, this must be the real shit. The girl, once more, hid her face in her hands, with her elbows resting on her thighs with the intention of blocking everything out.

Hoping to calm herself.

Find comfort in herself.

Eddie laid a hand on Richie’s shoulder as they looked back at the girl who was now sitting on the bottom of the stairs. Richie sniffed shortly before giving Eddie an appreciative smile, lasting until the smaller man turned away from him and shifted his attention to Beverly.

“What do you mean you’ve seen us all die?” Eddie now asked, anxious to hear the answer.

“Yeah cause I gotta be honest, that’s a fucked-up thing to just drop on somebody.” Richie joined in.

The red-headed woman went on to explain her nightmares, causing Eddie to grow hopeful because ‘everyone has nightmares, right?’. Bill and Mike, who had returned to the group, looked rather distressed at the confession, knowing that Beverly’s nightmares weren’t just ordinary nightmares but more. The consequences should they not act. Their future should they not kill Pennywise. And, one after another, the other losers realised just that.

Y/N didn’t listen to their discussions about death, IT, nightmares and what other weird kind of bullshit they had on their minds. The young girl was still too frustrated with herself and them and decided to take a fucking break. She slipped her phone out of her jeans pocket and read the messages her friends had sent her. No one was really worried when she told her friends that she wouldn’t be coming to school because of a family emergency. No one had questioned her, and, seemingly, no one really missed her. The only messages she received were in group chats, asking for homework or whatever, no one had asked the young girl whether she was alright, her family was alright, or to see if she was even still alive.

‘Poor litte Y/N’ a message suddenly popped up. No number, no name, just the message. She tapped on the chat and only seconds later, more messages filled the screen.

‘No one really cares’

‘No one really loves you.’

‘Who are you? She texted back, heart hammering against her chest. The young girl gulped, anxious for an answer.

‘Oh, you know who I am.’

‘I can be anyone I want to be. Like Stanley in the bathroom.’

‘But who are you?’

‘Are you sure you know who you are?’

‘You are IT, right? Why are you doing this and what do you mean?’ Y/N’s fingers were shaking as she hastily hit the keys on her smartphone.

‘You’re scared. And scared children always taste better.’

‘You’ll float, too Y/N. You’ll float with Stanley and Georgie and all the other children. And no one will stop me from taking you.’

‘I can almost smell your fear. Taste it. I’m right there with you.’

And suddenly, pictures were sent to her phone. Pictures from the destroyed bathroom in their room.

Their room.

The door to the hallway.

The hallway.

The stairs.

“Come on, Y/N. We’ve got to go.” Beverly said gently, making the girl gasp as she finally tore her eyes away from the display of her phone. Short breaths were coming from her mouth, heart hammering painfully against her ribcage, almost like it was about to burst out of her chest. She looked at Beverly with fearful eyes, quickly locking her phone as to not show anyone what had just happened. Beverly looked at her, a clear question in her eyes. ‘Are you alright?’ And, silently, with a watery smile and a curt nod, Y/N answered before taking the hand Bev was holding out before her, letting the woman pull her to her feet.

Richie was watching the scene with a small, slightly pained, but mostly happy smile. He loved his daughter and he loved that the losers accepted her as one of them, but he hated that she had to be here, in this place, at this moment.

“You know, it’s no shame to talk. We all had to overcome that when we were children. Especially your father had a hard time accepting that Pennywise was real. I think it took him two or three encounters with IT to realise that none of us were joking.” Beverly said, a small smile gracing her lips as she pulled the shaking figure closer to her.

“I’m not doubting that whatever IT is, is real. I’ve seen it. I think ITs name was Stanley though. IT keeps- kept talking about him when it attacked me.”

“What did the man look like? Richie mentioned the incident several times.”

“He was tall. Curly hair. But at first, he was about my age. Light, curly hair. Brown eyes. Thin lips. Then, I looked away from him for a second and when I looked back, the kid was grown up. His hair was darker, but just as curly. And his wrists… He had cuts on them, leading up his arm. Like he killed himself.” The girl told her, Beverly nodding along with a heavy heart. Pennywise had taken on Stan’s appearance, IT knew what had happened to Stan, hell, IT was probably responsible for Stan’s tragic death!

“I think you might be right. The man you saw could have been Stan. Stanley Uris. He was one of us losers. A kind soul. A gentle soul. He was a bit scared back in the day, but who wasn’t? He always tried to be as rational as possible. I miss him. Stan and his bird book.” Beverly replied, her vision going blurry with unshed tears that she tried to blink away. Y/N nodded, feeling bad about mentioning Stan. She still had many questions but decided not to ask them in fear of causing Bev even more pain.

The pair finally reached the door where Richie was standing, holding the door open for the women before getting engaged in a conversation with someone again.

Just as the hotel door had closed behind them, Y/N received another message. She quickly opened it to see that it was a picture.

Of her back. Walking through the door.

The tiny hairs on her arms and neck stood up straight, her whole body running cold and numb with fear. Slowly, as to not draw more attention to herself, she looked back, just in time to see a clown in a silvery costume and orange hair, the most evil smile on his make up covered face and a single red balloon in his hand.

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kayteewritessteve · 6 years ago

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If Only You Knew - 2/19

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 4,940 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

January 2018.

Steve found himself sitting in his squad car, thermos of coffee in hand, waiting once again on his lifelong best friend, his brother, his partner of 5 years, to hurry the hell up and get in the damn car.

Every morning Steve would get up at the crack of dawn, go for a run, shower then get dressed in his uniform. He’d attach his badge to the pocket on the front of his dark blue, near black, shirt. Then head downstairs to make coffee. Once he had his to go cup all filled and his shiny black shoes on, he’d go outside, hop in his squad car and drive over to Bucky’s to pick him up. And every morning Bucky would come barrelling out of his house, 10 fucking minutes late, with his shirt untucked and only buttoned up half way. It was like clockwork.

And this morning was no different. Scratch that. It was worse, actually. Steve glanced down at his watch then sighed. Buck was now 15 minutes late. So Steve honked the car horn, hoping it would hurry him up. And it had clearly worked, as the front door flung open and out stumbled Bucky, pulling on his police shirt as he did. He was only in his socks, as his shoes were held in one hand, while he ran across the frost covered front lawn and jumped into the passenger seat. Shit eating grin gracing his cleanly shaved face.

“You’re late,” Steve sighed as he put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.

“Not by much,” Buck replied nonchalantly as he buttoned up his shirt, and lifted his butt off the seat in an attempt to tuck it into his pants.

“Dude, late is late. Doesn’t matter how much.”

“Sure, okay. I’ll give you that one,” he said as he pulled on his shoes and quickly tied them up then sat back up in his seat and put on his seatbelt. “But, I have a valid reason for being late today.”

Steve could see Bucky’s stupid smirk in the corner of his eye, it was impossible to miss. He sighed again then shook his head, “You always have an excuse, Barnes.”

“No, but this time I actually do.”

Steve took his eyes off the road, for just a second, to glance over at his best friend, raising an ‘I’m sure you do’ eyebrow at him. Then turning to focus his eyes back on the road, “well, let’s hear it then.”

“You’ll never guess who RSVP’d to the wedding.”

“What does a wedding guest have to do with you being late?”

“Because the RSVP came in last night but we only got it this morning. Nat was too excited and needed to talk about it. This is big, Steve.” He shook his head, “No, bigger than big. This is fucking huge!”

They were now sitting at a red light, which was lucky for them, as Steve’s head involuntarily snapped over to look at Bucky. “No,” he said slowly, “Are you talking about who I think you’re talking about?” He gapped at his friend.

Bucky over eagerly nodded his head, “Fucking Y/N Y/L/N. I shit you not.”

Steve slowly turned his head back to the road, realizing the light was now green. Not entirely sure how long it had been green, but that was the last thing on his mind right about now. Y/N consumed every one of his thoughts in this exact moment. Though, if he was being honest, she was always a constant thought in his mind, all throughout the years.

“Steve..?” Bucky asked hesitantly, “You okay, buddy?”

He just nodded his head, a little to aggressively but he wasn’t exactly all there at the moment. Even after 6 ½ years he missed her like she had only left yesterday. Like it was still a fresh wound that was in the beginning stages of healing. But true guilt does that to you, it sticks with you forever, like a rain cloud looming over you, even on the sunniest of days. But it wasn’t just guilt he dealt with over the years. Yes, guilt was a part of it, but it was also barely even a blip on the radar of all the other emotions he had felt since that awful night…

July 2011 - 6 ½ years ago.

He just stood there, dumbfounded and frozen, watching as she stormed off. Their fight playing over and over again in his head. Or more specifically, the 3 little words she had uttered before she walked away. ‘He’s all yours.’

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t even comprehend how he was feeling in this exact moment. That’s the last thing he had ever wanted, the polar opposite, actually.

Half way through their fight he had decided to say ‘fuck it’ to Madeleines ultimatum and just tell Y/N the truth. The whole truth, including why he had taken Madi to prom, instead of taking her like he had originally planned to do.

He had loved Y/N from basically the first moment he met her. When he had slammed into her in the hall, knocking her and their books to the floor, that first day of grade 11. Which was also her first day at his school. They had both quickly started to collect their books and straight up head butted each other. It wasn’t pretty, but when he finally looked up at her to apologize, he found himself speechless at just how pretty she was—

Bucky’s hand on his shoulder snapped him back to reality, and everything that had just happened hit him like a freight train. He shrugged off his best friends hand and spun around on Madeleine, anger coursing through him. She was still standing near him, arms crossed and a smug smirk on her lips. That only pissed him off more.

“We aren’t fucking dating anymore!” He snapped at her, effectively removing the smirk from her face, “And you fucking know that Madi. You only said that to hurt her, and that’s one of the many reasons why I’ll never take you back.”

“Oh, so you’d pick that fucking loser over me?” She scoffed and stepped closer to him. “I’m the fucking cheer captain and the most popular girl in school, Steve.” She reached out to touch his arm, “And you’re better than her. You’re the captain of the football team, you should still be with me! She’s a nobody—a loner. She’s nothing compared to me.”

“You’re wrong,” He ripped his arm away and glared down at her. “You’re the nobody, Madi, and you’re nothing compared to her! She will always be better than you, she is kind, compassionate and beautiful, both inside and out.” He shook his head, “All things you aren’t. And never will be. You’re a bully, and a horrible fucking person. And I regret ever dating you. Let alone letting you blackmail me into taking you to prom.”

He knew he was probably going too far saying all this. And normally he would go out of his way to never deliberately hurt someone, especially someone so clearly as self conscious as Madeleine was. But he was far too pissed right now to actually care. And he was well passed the point of giving a fuck how Madi felt. She had always been a fucking bitch to Y/N, and he had only stayed friends with her for the sole purpose of being able to wrangle her in, and lessen the blows to Y/N. He had to interfere damn near daily, though Y/N never knew any of that. She only knew the few times he hadn’t been able to step in, before Madi got to her.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that!?”

“Oh, I duno, Madi. Maybe the same fucking guy you just finished saying should still be dating you?” He laughed, though there was no humour in it then shook his head. “I only stayed friends with you for Y/N’s sake. But I’m done with that now. I’m done with you. Tonight was the last fucking straw, Madeleine. I don’t want anything to do with you, ever again. And just so we’re clear, as obviously you’re a little dense, that means don’t talk to me. Don’t wave at me on the street. Don’t even fucking look at me.” He went to turn away then stopped, “Oh, and lose my fucking number.” Then with that he spun around and stormed off towards his jeep. Hearing Sam yell, “Oh! Fucking mic drop!” as he did.

He had refused to have a single drop to drink all night, as he wasn’t a big drinker to begin with, but the second he saw Y/N walk into the prom on Brock’s arm, he decided to stay completely sober. Just incase. Brock wasn’t a good dude, he was a piece of shit actually. One that treated women like objects, and there were a lot of rumours, ones of him forcing himself on drunk girls at parties. Steve was not about to let Brock pull that shit with Y/N, not on his fucking watch, not with his fucking girl—Granted, she wasn’t actually his, but like hell if he’d let anyone else have her. No one deserved her, not even him. She was to good for anyone in their school. Hell, she was to good for anyone in this town.

As if it was fate, or just sheer luck, on the way to his jeep he saw Brock standing just off to the side. Watching everything that had just unfolded with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. As Steve approached where Brock was, he reached out and shoved him back as hard as he could. Knocking Brock down on his ass, as he continued on to his jeep. The action didn’t even slow Steves steps in the slightest. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself tonight Brock, or I’ll finish what I started earlier,” he warned.

“Steve,” He heard his best friend yell as fast footsteps chased after him, “Wait up!”

But he didn’t stop, he needed to go talk to Y/N. Tell her the truth, the whole truth.

He reached his jeep and went to open the drivers door but a hand landed on it, stopping it about an inch from the car, then slamming it shut again.

“Get out of my way, Buck!” He spat as he turned to glare at his best friend.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck that was back there,” he gestured with his thumb, back towards where they had both just come from.

“Not now, Bucky. I have to go talk to Y/N.”

Just then Nat, Sam, Wanda, Hilde and Clint all ran up to the pair. “Where’s Y/N?!” Clint asked as he looked around.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Nat asked as she looked between Bucky and Steve.

Steve groaned loudly, “Guys, I don’t have fucking time for this right now!”

“Then make the fucking time,” Brunnhilde spat back at him as she crossed her arms.

He shook his head, “Not now, I have to go talk to Y/N.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to say to her?” Bucky questioned.

“The truth. All of it.”

“What?!” Sam gaped at him, “Actually?!” He looked around at their friends, clearly to see if anyone else had heard the same thing he just did. Or, if they were just as shocked by it as he was.

All of them knew how Steve felt about Y/N, they told him all the time to just tell her, but Steve always so damn stubborn and responded the same way every time. Either, ‘Now isn’t really a good time’ or ‘I will when I’m ready’—But the truth was, he never felt good enough for her.

He was terrified that if he did tell her the truth, and she didn’t feel the same way, it would ruin what they had; their friendship. And not having her in any capacity was not an option. He’d rather them just be best friends, rather than to not have her in his life at all. And even though his friends never believed his excuses, they had never, and would never, have gone behind his back and told her. Trust was big to all of them, and they knew Steve would tell her himself, one day, when he was ready—Though, most of them had lost faith, a long time ago, in him ever being truly ‘ready’.

“Yes,” Steve sighed, “Actually.”

“Although it’s about damn fucking time, punk,” Bucky laughed, “She passed me on her way out, and she was fucking pissed, pal. I mean pissed,” he emphasized. “She didn’t even look at me, I don’t think she even noticed me standin—“

Nat cut him off and glared at him, “What Bucky is trying to get to, is, we’ve never seen her that mad before,” she turned to look at Wanda, who nodded then spoke up for the first time since they had all got to his jeep. “Yeah, and if you go there right now, it will just end up in a bigger fight.”

“Much bigger fight,” Hilde emphasized.

The four girls were like one entity most of the time. They always sided with each other and were like a damn tag team. If you were ever on the receiving end of something they felt strongly about, you’d better be prepared to fucking lose. Because they would not back down, and they would have you ‘seeing it their way’ in no time—It was fucking infuriating.

“Yeah, the ladies have a point,” Clint added as he nodded. He usually always sided with the girls, Steve figured it was because he was terrified of them. Of being on the receiving end of their anger. They were like wolves, they travelled in a little pack and ‘attacked’ together. The boys had actually nicknamed them exactly that. ‘The wolf pack’. The nickname started about 3 months after Y/N had joined their little group, and the girls had first started teaming up together against the boys.

“Steve, seriously man, she isn’t going anywhere. Just give her the night to cool off then go talk to her tomorrow. Once you’ve both had a chance to think more clearly,” Sam tried to reason.

But there was no reasoning with Steve right now. However, he was smart enough to know they wouldn’t back down, so he’d have to lie. Which he didn’t like doing, but it was the only way he’d be able to get away from them, to get to her.

He sighed, “Yeah, I suppose that’s the smartest idea,” he reached for his drivers door handle. “I’ll ah, I’ll talk to you guys later, I just want to be alone right now. I. I need to clear my head.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at him, most likely trying to judge if he was lying or not. Steve just stood there, unwavering, with a blank expression on his face. Hoping that Buck wouldn’t see through his deception.

After a few seconds, Bucky sighed then went to step back from the door, but paused mid step and put both his hands on Steve’s shoulders, “If I hear you went over there, punk—Which I will, don’t doubt that for a second,” he looked him dead in the eyes, “I’ll fucking kick your ass, for her.”

It took everything in Steve not to burst out laughing right then and there. Buck would never actually hurt Steve, they always fought side by side, not against—Though that’s not to say they had never come to blows, because they had, and a few times at that. Just as most teenage boys did, over this, that or the other. All things that neither of them could even remember after a few punches. Things that really didn’t matter in the grand scheme, but had pissed one of them off enough to start throwing fists around. But they all ended the same way, instant surrender. Be it from either below one of them, or from within a headlock given by one of them. It really just depended on who had originally started the fight, who was actually mad, in those moments.

“Got it, jerk,” he patted his best friend on the shoulder, “I’ll leave her be for tonight.” It was another lie, but he’d happily take the consequences of it later. If it came down to that.

Buck smirked, obviously proud with himself then actually stepped aside this time. Steve opened the door to his jeep and climbed in, starting up the engine once he was. His friends all said some form of goodbye or waved. He waved in return then put the jeep in reverse and backed out of the spot.

A few minutes later he pulled up in front of her house, putting the jeep in park as he killed the engine and climbed out. He walked the same route he had hundreds of times before, going around the back of the house to climb up onto the roof; the one between the first and second floors. Getting up on the roof wasn’t hard for him, he was abnormally tall for a high schooler, or as she put it a ‘fucking giant’—Which was a new thing for him, he used to always be the smallest in his grades, at least during elementary school. But then the summer before high school he hit an insane growth spurt and shot up like a weed, plus bulked out. No one even recognized him at first, as he’d been away that whole summer. ‘Returning looking like a damn linebacker’, as Sam had said. But he still wasn’t ‘roof height’ tall, so luckily for him there was also a back deck with a wood railing, giving him that little extra oomph that he needed to actually reach the roof. He hoisted himself up and made his way towards her window. Just like every other time.

Except this time was different. He went to pull the window up and—nothing happened. That, was a first for him. It was locked. She never locked it. He didn’t even know it had a lock. He knocked lightly on the window but didn’t see any movement inside. He cupped his hands on the glass, and peered in to look a little closer, but saw her bed was empty and still made up.

“Where is she?” He mumbled out loud to himself. And then made his way back off the roof and around the house. Yes, he was currently being a fucking creep, but he needed to talk to her. He walked up onto the front porch and looked into the living room window. His eyes landing on her curled up on the couch, passed out. He just stood there, trying to decide if he should knock on the door or not. She looked so peaceful, which was surprising after the night she’d had. She could never sleep after a bad day, or night. At least not without venting to him about it first.

He sighed. Realizing he couldn’t bring himself to actually wake her up now. He hung his head and then spun on his heels, heading back to his vehicle. He climbed in and pulled out his phone, opening their text window. He started to type a message to her but then quickly erased it. Only to do the same thing over, a few more times.

He groaned in frustration. She had been right, he had ignored her for almost two weeks. But it was hands down the hardest thing he had ever had to do. If only she knew just how many times he had found himself in this exact spot. Staring at their text window, typing something up to then delete it entirely before ever sending it. If only he had told her before, told her the truth earlier. Or if he had found a way to tell her 2 weeks ago, when Madeleine had first approached him. Then maybe none of this would be happening right now.

His thumbs moved quickly over the screen, typing ‘Y/N, I know I said it already but I really mean it. I’m so, so sorry. Please just give me a chance to explain everything. To tell you the truth. That’s all I ask.’ Then he hit send, then quickly typed another message, ‘So, just text me when you wake up. I’ll bring over breakfast and we can talk, okay?’ He hit send again, then looked back up at her house for a moment, before starting up his jeep and heading home.

He got home and stomped up the stairs to his room, completely ignoring his parents asking him how the night was. He walked into his room and slammed the door.

“That fucking good,” he said aloud to himself then kicked off his shoes, and stripped down to his boxers.

He dropped himself unceremoniously down onto his bed backwards, one arm went behind his head and the other clutched his phone on his chest. Sleep didn’t come easily for Steve that night. He tossed and turned the whole time, any little noise waking him up and he’d check his phone each time, hoping to have a text from her. Only to find a few from his friends but that was it.

He woke up a little later then normal—for him, obviously his horrible sleep had affected him—and instantly started trying to reach Y/N again. He called a bunch of times and texted even more, but to no avail. So he texted Nat to ask what he should do now, and if he should go to her house or not. Nat replied telling him it was probably best if he just waited till she responded. That maybe she just needed a little time and space, and to give her that. He sighed then hopped in a cold shower, taking a little longer than usual, but he really needed the wake up.

Once he was done he got into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, as he desperately needed his morning run. Steve ran every morning, no matter where he was in the world, or how tired he was. Running was his release, the fastest way for him to clear his head. His personal stress relief. He decided it would be best to just leave his phone at home this time. That way he would give her some time without his constant pestering.

So 2 hours later—normally his runs weren’t ever that long, but clearly he needed it today, as he was way more stressed out then normal—He walked in his front door and headed upstairs, taking the steps two or three at a time. He grabbed his phone off his bed and—still nothing from her.

“Fuck this,” he mumbled to himself then ran back down the stairs and out to his jeep. He climbed in and headed to her house, once again.

He quickly pulled up to the curb out front of her place, barely getting the car in park before he jumped out. Then ran up her front steps and knocked on the door, but after a few minutes of no one answering he knocked again. Still no answer. He stepped back and looked around, seeing her dad’s truck was gone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit the ‘1’ on this keypad, then hit call. Yes, she was the first number on his speed dial list. She had actually bumped Bucky out of that spot within mere weeks of them becoming friends, but he’d never tell Buck that.

He put the phone to his ear—but it didn’t ring. It didn’t even go to voicemail. Some random ladies voice told him the call couldn’t be completed. He pulled the phone away from his ear and glared down at it. Then tried to call her again. Same outcome. He tried a few more times, but they all ended the same way. He sat down on the top step of her porch, he was going to sit here till she got home. He was going to talk to her, whether she wanted to or not.

An hour went by and neither her nor her dad came home. He finally picked himself up off the top step and walked back to his jeep. He climbed in and stared up at her house, just like he had the night before, then he put the jeep in drive and drove home.

It wouldn’t be till later that night that he’d finally learn where she was this morning. After attempting the whole day to reach her, but neither his calls nor texts would go through.

So when all 6 of his friends showed up at his front door, frowns plastered on all their faces. He knew it was going to be bad. They’d told him then that she had left for the summer, gone to Boston to stay with her Aunt Carol. And that the reason he couldn’t reach her was because she didn’t want to talk to him, not yet at least. And to just give her time.

He wanted to chase after her, to get in his jeep and drive the 11 hours up to Boston, but he had no clue where Carol lived, nor was he able to ask Y/N for the address. So instead he listened to his friends finally and gave her some actual space. Not like he actually had a fucking choice.

But then days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Yet, even after all that time, she was still a regular occurrence in his mind. Like she had permanently set up shop in his head and no matter how much he tried to move on, or forget her, he just couldn’t. She always remained, like there was no one else in the world. And maybe for him, there wasn’t. Maybe she was it for him, and he had just let her slip away.

January 2018.

“Hello,” Bucks hand waved in front of Steve’s face, “earth to Steve.”

“Huh?,” He shook his head and turned to his best friend, “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Jesus christ, punk.” It was Bucky’s turn to shake his head now, but for totally different reasons. “You have been zoned the fuck out for like 5 minutes now.”

Steve furrowed his brows then looked around, they were now parked outside of the police station. Clearly Steve had gone full auto pilot, and somehow managed to get them to work in one piece. “5 minutes?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Bucky looked at him weirdly, “5 minutes since we parked, but more like 10 all together.”

“Shit,” Steve sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“You would have been if you’d killed me,” he joked then went serious again, “Why is it every time someone mentions her, you straight up go into limp mode?”

Steve scoffed, “I do not.”

“Yeah, you do,” he shook his head again, “Every. Fucking. Time,” he emphasized for effect.

“First off, I don’t. And furthermore, shut up and get out of the car, jerk. We’re already late enough thanks to your slow ass,” he said as he opened his door, climbed out then shut it and headed towards the building.

Bucky climbed out of the car as well, “You can deny it all you want, but you do. It’s a fact.” He caught up to Steve and walked beside him, “And I’m not slow, I told you why I was late. You know how Nat is. Whatever she wants, she gets, and this morning that was to talk about,” he paused, and Steve saw in the corner of his eye as Buck turned his head to look at him, a smirk on his face, as he slowly added, “Y/N.”

Steve froze, coming to a complete grinding halt in the middle of the walkway.

Which only caused Bucky to burst out laughing, “What did I tell ya! Fucking limp mode!” He put one hand on his stomach and the other on his knee as he bent over to laugh.

Steve just glared at him then reached over and shoved him, causing Bucky to damn near fall over, “Shut up, jerk.”

Bucky quickly regained his balance and stood back up, “You’re just pissed that I’m right,” He dusted himself off, then scoffed, “and who even shoves people anymore?”

Steve just continued to glared at him for a moment then abruptly turned and headed towards the front doors of the station.

Bucky once again running to catch up to him, “she’s gonna be here in 6 months,” he said.

Steve ignored him and pulled open the door, not bothering to hold it for Bucky, and it damn near slammed into him.

“First off, rude. Secondly, you gonna finally tell her the truth?” Bucky asked.

And again, Steve just ignored him and headed over to his desk, politely greeting the few people he passed along the way. With Bucky following close behind.

“This is your chance pal, you gonna take it?” Buck asked, as they reached their side by side desks.

But Steve, once again, just ignored him.

He could feel Bucky glaring at him now, but he didn’t turn to him, or answer him. He just turned on his work computer and began his morning routine of logging on, and going through his emails.

“Are you seriously going to ignore me all day?” Bucky asked, clearly frustrated now.

Yet again, Steve just ignored him.

Bucky groaned dramatically then turned to start up his own computer, “This is gonna be a long fucking day.”

And he was right. It was.

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Heathers : The Musical ( Riverdale Fic ) Part l

Summary: (Part l) Vanessa is trying to get over a boy that seems she can’t escape. Auditioning for Veronica Sawyer was probably a bittersweet move.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Lodge! OC

Warning: angst, musical scenes, smut (future parts), cursing, drug use ( future parts)

A/N: SOOO I’ve had this plot in my head for so long ever since the musical episode. I hope y’all like it show some love to my other works also :) YES I PUT IN MUSICAL SCENES DON’T KILL ME OK BYEEE

I ran into school my leather jacket clinging to my wet body from the rain. I sighed as I pushed through the moody students of Riverdale high. I hate my life.

“ Get away serpent slut!” A River Vixen screeched as I bumped into her. She looked at me in disgust. I flipped her off, I would cuss her out but I was already late, missing 1st period again.

“ Watch it!” A football player yelled as I accidentally stepped on him.

“ Fuck off.” I mumbled and made my way to the end of the hallway.

As I got closer towards the end of the hall I was faced with the school news and clubs bulletin board. My friends were lined up, they seemed to be signing something. Betty pries at Jugs arm almost pleading for him to sign it. Once I got closer they started chatting on the side.

“ Hey guys.” I commented just for courtesy but mostly just wanting to find out what this sign up was for.

“ Hey- woah, you’re really wet!” Veronica cried as she made her way towards me my wet hair instantly her hands. “ I’m fine.” I sighed, she shook her head in disapproval. It took her a minute to realize why I was staring at the bulletin board.

“ You’re gonna audition?” She asked a hint of excitement in her tone. Then my eyes landed on the bold red letters

Heathers : The Musical

Holy shit

The pen that was once hanging on the yarn was instantly in my hand, and writing my name next to the 2pm audition slot. Right blow me was none other than of course for, my luck, Sweet pea.

“ Who would’ve known Vanessa, a theater kid?’” Jug and Veronica laughed, I rolled my eyes at them.

“ Give me a break guys, I need to do something fun, you know after-” Jug coughed as he realized where my response was going. You were going through a rough time. You were told by your sister Ronnie to “loosen up” and that there were more fish in the sea or whatever. So that’s what you were trying to do. Hopefully this musical will distract me.

“ Yeah, you’ll do great!” Betty cheered with a big smile. I smiled back at her, and sighed.” Well I hope I don’t embarrass myself instead of getting the part.”

“ Well I do know someone that could help you out if you really want to ace this.” Both V and B looked at each other. Jug and me were so lost, but then they were leading me towards the one and only Cheryl blossom. The mythic bitch.

She was already in character, Heather Chandler of course.

“ Well Cheryl, I see your all set and ready for this musical.” Veronica teased as we startled her. She narrowed her eyes at us.

“ Cousin. Ronnie. Newbie Serpents.” I scoffed at my nickname. Cheryl was a cold bitch when she wanted but also she could be the sweetest person on planet earth. She could kill for someone that she loved. As also kill someone that hurts her in any way or shape possible. That’s just a Blossom thing I guess. “ What brings you to ruin my peaceful moment.”

“ Cheryl you were admiring yourself in a small locker mirror in a school full of dickwads. Opposite of peaceful.” I explained sarcastically, she glared at me, she fixed her bow before stepping closer to me. I gulped.

“ Don’t try me Ronnie 2.0”

“ Cheryl!” Ronnie and Betty growled in annoyance. I got up to her level and stared back into her hazel cold eyes.

“ Cheryl I’m not here to fight. I’m here for help. The musical.” She smiled her white pearly whites practically blinding me from the contrast from her cherry red lipstick. “ Please.” I spoke softly.

“ Well you’ve come to the right person, I mean I am Heather, I made myself Heather Chandler because who else,” She spoke delighted, “ I made Kevin agree, and your auditioning for?”

I sighed, blinking a couple times, I felt Betty’s eyes on me also my sisters Ronnie . My cheeks flushed slightly. “ The role...of Veronica…” I mumbled, she rolled her eyes.

“ Clearly I should’ve seen it coming, See me after 2nd period in the music room we can practice their, now if you excuse me I’m going to look for my Titi.” Cheryl flashed one more bright smile before she spun around and pranced to look for her girlfriend. I groaned, mentally face palming myself for having Cheryl as my mentor. How did I agree to this?

“ Hey you’ll do great. Cheryl is good remember Carrie! You’re in good hands!” Ronnie held me in a hug trying to comfort me. Betty joined in on the hug also. Yeah I remember Carrie, who doesn’t a girl ended up dead on stage!

“ Just remember to not get on her ugly side you know how she gets.” The 3 of us laughed and slowly made our way to our second period class.

I sat on the bench in the music room watching as Cheryl paced.

“ Beautiful? Out of all the songs; the opener?!” She hysterically cries, I knew she was being dramatic but it was putting me on edge. I had exactly 3 hours to practice. Yes I am skipping my classes I would much rather focus on this than anything else. ( stay in school kids and don’t ditch!!)

She took a deep breath and exhaled and handed me a sheet of lyrics.

“ Show me what you got.” I stood up straight and began singing, some of the words off key. I was freaking scared. My voice shook , and my knees weak.

Cheryl closed her eyes and put her hands up. “ Stop.” She held my shoulders and looked into my insecure ones.

“ Vanessa, you know what screw it- Your Veronica. Feel it! Embrace it! Get in the Veronica mindset.” She cheered, I look a deep breath and remembered back to my favorite movie. “ Now Veronica let’s give you some inspiration shall we?” She taunted with a playful grin. I shot a confused look at her, when she started to pull me out into the empty hallway.

“ Now what do you see Veronica?” She asked her arms crossed, I stared at the empty hallways, the clock on the ends of the hallways ticking away, the blue lockers.

“ A high school hallway, which is empty and it stinks.” I complained. She smirked.

“ Exactly, but empty? Try again.” Just on cue the bell rang to signal class was over. “ Now let's try this again.” She strutted towards the crowd signaling for me to start.

“We were so tiny, happy and shiny

Playing tag and getting chased” I sang rubbing my elbow as tried following Cheryl.

“Freak! Slut! Loser! Short bus!” The kids in the crowd yelled at me, making me flinch.

“ Singing and clapping, laughing and napping

Baking cookies, eating paste

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger

Like the Huns invading Rome.” I sang back at the angry kids, Cheryl closely watching as she leaned against the lockers.

“ Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school

This is the Thunder-dome

Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon

College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful, “ I was shoved by a group of hippies and their I was looking right at Sweet pea making his way my way as he talked with Fangs. I gulped, and glanced at Cheryl who motioned me to keep going. So I sang louder,

“ I pray, I pray for a better way

If we changed back then, we could change again

We can be beautiful… “ Suddenly everyone was staring but I kept going

“ Things will get better soon as my letter

Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown

Wake from this coma, take my diploma

Then I can blow this town

Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés

Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!” Ronnie my sister came from the crowd and sang with me swaying softly.

“ Dear diary:” I started and then some miserable kids joined in

Why....

Why do they hate me?

Why don’t I fight back?

Why do I act like such a creep?

Why…

Why won’t he date me?

Why did I hit him?

Why do I cry myself to sleep?

Why…

Somebody hug me!

Somebody fix me!

Somebody save me!” We all chanted, a huge smile on my face as I saw the reactions from my peers.

“ I love Heather, Heather, and Heather.” Betty and Ronnie and Cheryl leaned on the lockers singing softly.

“ And ya know, ya know, ya know?

This could be beautiful “ Cheryl sang as she touched my face as if examining it

“ Mascara, maybe some lip gloss

And we're on our way

Get this girl some blush;

And Heather, I need your brush

Let's make her beautiful” Cheryl pulled me into the girls restroom with the girls.

“ Here you go I had taken the liberty to ask Titi for her audition custom to be donated to you since she did plan to be Veronica but you have shown potential.” She complimented handing me some clothing.

“ Now hurry!” I scurried to put the white plaid short shirt, the black long sleeve crop top and shiny black heels.

“Let's make her beautiful...

Let's make her beautiful...

Make her beautiful…” Betty and Ronnie sang softly as they fixed my hair out of a ponytail and into my natural soft curls.

“Okay!” I sang as we made our way out and towards the auditorium.

Just as they walked out Sweet Pea and Fangs where trying to see what was going on with the whole crowd when they were also being shoved around

“Out of my way, geek!” Sweet pea sang as some nerd got in his way.

“You're gonna die at 3pm! “ Fangs sang angrily at some random dude

“Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!” A River Vixen spat at Fangs as he tried flirting with her.

“What did I ever do to her?” Fangs scoffed at Sweet pea in annoyance

We walked into the auditorium where Kevin had just finished a group of people for ensemble, along with some people of the gang sat on the chair waiting for their turn to audition.

“Who's that with Heather?” Toni sang making everyone turn around.

“ Heather, Heather, Heather...And someone!

Heather, Heather, Heather...

Veronica? Veronica? Veronica!” Reggie and Archie sang as they practically dropped their music sheets.

I ran straight up the stairs to face them as the lights from above beamed around me hugging me perfectly as I sang. Narrowing my eyes as I saw Kevin smile up at me.

“And you know, you know, you know

Life can be beautiful

You hope, you dream, you pray

And you get your way!” I pointed dramatically at the sky as I held my chest. And once again my eyes found Sweet pea’s. He sat at the last row of the auditorium. A smug look on his face as his fingers held his chin as he watched me sing

“Ask me how it feels

Lookin' like hell on wheels...

My God, it's beautiful!

I might be beautiful...

And when you're beautiful...

It's a beautiful frickin' day!” I belted out the last note, tears on the brim of my eyes in exhaustion and lack of oxygen. Next thing I heard beside the music ending, was clapping and yelling. I heaved softly and smiled at Kevin who could not stop smiling.

“ So..how did I do?” I asked shyly, Kevin shook his head in awe.

“ Your just who we were looking for Vanessa. WE FOUND OUR VERONICA!” He cheered, making me squeal in delight. I made my to my Heathers (Betty, Ronnie and Cheryl).

“ See, I told you!” Ronnie hugged me tightly as she spoke. Cheryl nodded along.

“ I underestimated you V you are talented, but you’ll grow on me.” She teased,” But I will enjoy degrading you up on stage.” She glared and sat towards the other side where Toni sat. I chuckled softly ignoring her comment, I was too excited to let her bring me down.

Betty held my hand in hers “ I’m so glad your in! Not to ruin your moment but you had an admirer.” She glanced towards the back of us where Sweet pea and Fangs sat. He caught my not so slick stare and waved teasingly his rings shining slightly as he moved them. The disgustingly handsome smirk on his face. Fangs whispering and laughing to him about us. I groaned and sat down in the chair.

“ Hey don’t let him get to you! Remember?” Ronnie reminded me. I nodded rubbing my temples in frustration.

“ Your stronger than him.”

“ Sweet Pea?” Kevin read out loud making me physically cringe. He walked up stage his flannel wrapped around his torso, his ripped jeans hanging low as his tight leather jacket fit him like a glove.

Sweet Pea in this audition confused me. He never seems to be a musical kid or an actor at all. He told me the theater kids were geeks and lame, so him being up on the stage seemed almost like a big fat lie to my face. Another reason why he never to our relationship serious.

“ Sweet Pea what song will you sing for us today?”

“ I was thinking about Dream on by Aerosmith. Of course with the help of my friend Fangs if that’s okay?” He stated twisting his rings, and fangs shortly ran up next to him, both of them exchanging some cliche handshake.

“ Okay show us what you got guys.” Kevin hesitantly stated. My head pounded in angry watching him be up their on the stage. If he nails this song, I will be stuck with him for the remainder of this musical.

God please end this.

to be continued.........

#sweet pea smut #sweet pea x reader #riverdale #riverdale smut #betty cooper #jughead jones #veronica lodge #archie andrews #reggie mantle #southside serpents #toni topaz #Cheryl bombshell #choni #kevin keller #fangs #riverdale southside #heathers #heathers the musical

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a-baleful-howl · 6 years ago

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I’m about to go full-on petty mode. So if you don’t care about my personal gloating and back-patting, scroll on by lol

This post contains spoilers for episode 1 of season 8, and also spoilers for my fic The Lone Wolf Dies.

I recognize this post is really only for me. I’m a salty bitch.

This is fanart the wonderful and lovely @cathcacen drew for me when I was at my lowest and receiving the most hate I’ve ever gotten for a fic.

I ranted about it for a bit, deleted the worst of the flames I could off of FFN, and I haven’t actually been back to FFN since this all happened. Don't think I havent noticed the love and support I got from the JonsaFam, either. I very much appreciated it, and I know many people enjoyed my fic (and are begging me to finish it...).

Here’s some highlights of the comments I received on FFN accusing me of being “unrealistic” or of committing “character assassination” (sad thing is, these aren’t even the worst reviews I got):

“Arya would never let Sansa or the Northern Lords do that to Jon[...]This story is making Jon a bit of a wimp and Arya willing to betray him even though she loves him more than Sansa.” [saphirablue25 on chapter 1]

“Another story about Jonsa, and Anti-Dany, and pro-norte and pro-stark? these crap stories are becoming common since season 7.[...]and this kind of stories, without any artistic or literary value, just deserve to be vilified. is just another excuse to be myopic and criticize character without reason, especially when it is already something practically canon that Jon / Daenerys will be in the books too, as one producer of the HBO series said, who was told George Martin. waste of time.” [flayjunior15 on chapter 1]

“this story is rubbish, more crap without sense…” [guest on chapter 1]

“This is character assassination. Arya Stark would never betray Jon Snow; no matter what;[...]Of course now it’s a Jon and Sansa pairing ignoring everything that happened in season 7 b/c why not?[...] The leaps you Jonsa writers take to mischaracterize daenerys just b/c you’re not getting the ending you want in the show or the books is a little ridiculous. You can’t write a story that’s based on show-canon and then ignore all obstacles presented in said canon just to put your two favorite characters together. That’s not how good storytelling works.” [FanofLogic (lol) on chapter 1]

“I don't think Arya would ever betray Jon, it's just not plausible.[...]There are gaping plot holes, that need to be seriously addressed, the writing and the punctuation are fine, it’s well spaced and makes sense in a linear sense, but in terms of plot and story, it crumbles to dust before you even finish reading the chapter in its entirety.[...]I don’t want to stop you from writing, that’s not my intention, you just need to sit back and ask yourself, if it really makes sense.” [carpenoctem20 on chapter 1]

“Well, I read your story. It is sad really because your writing style is good and enjoyable but the stupidity of your character's actions[...]Too bad, your writing is promising but the story lacks logic…[...]Also, thank you for butchering Arya’s character - she is my favourite and you completely ruined her.” [malb901 on chapter 1]

“I realize that this story is an AU because our characters are written not how they are portray in television or books…” [GUEST VIII on chapter 1]

“If your goal was to write Arya completely out of character and Sansa as a short sighted idiot with the northern lords as her peanut gallery...then good job. Otherwise your characterization needs a lot of work.” [guest on chapter 1]

“Arya...well how she is written is so absurdly offbase from canon you would have been better off write my that part as an of to avoid having preconceived about the character.” [guest on chapter 1]

“What a load of complete garbage. So much character assassination across the board is an injustice to GRRM’s work!” [guest on chapter 1]

“Another junk Jonsa story, I see that many of these losers, are very salty, because their crackship (because that’s the Jonsa, a crack) shipwrecked last season.[...]The author of this story is another salty loser with no sense, just like all the Jonsa fans of this crack ship.[...] even Arya has a stronger relationship with Jon than with any member of her family, she would care less about the North, even threatening to kill the Northern Lord, if they hurt Jon. Only two idiots of Jonsa, defend this story.” [JonsaSucks on chapter 1]

“Highly questionable characterization and plot holes big enough to fly a dragon through...pass” [guest on chapter 2]

“With Arya, she's so OC in this that it would have made more sense to make her a new character. She would never choose Sansa over Jon.” [saphirablue25 on chapter 2]

“So disappointing! This story is a complete disservice to anyone who is not a blind Sansa worshiper.[...]The plot holes don't do you any favors either.” [Zmrzlina763 on chapter 3]

“Poorly written, plot holes, unrealistic” [guest on chapter 3]

“What a pile of crap. So many plot holes and character assassination. You should be ashamed to publish such garbage.” [guest on chapter 4]

“I hated this story...thought it was really ridiculous.” [guest on chapter 4]

“I would highly recommend rereading GRRM’s work as it’s obvious you are basing your characterizations on contrived reimaginings with no basis in the work you claim to be a fan of. Please do us all a favor and quit polluting the fandom with this nonsense.” [guest on chapter 4]

And finally, for the piece de resistance!

“Oh boy that story became retarded real quick” [guest on chapter 1]

Now, I might be biased but my brain kept pointing out similarities to the first episode of season 8 and my fic - which I never claimed to be writing what I thought was really going to happen, but that this what I wished in a best case scenario would, my interpretation of all the info we got from Season 7, and it was always only ever supposed to be a Jonsa one-shot but it kept growing.

Now, one of the biggest complaints I got was “character assassination” - saying that the characters would never behave the way I wrote them to. This is mainly what I want to focus on as clearly the fic is not exactly the same as the episode - and I never expected it to be. Fanfic is fanfic for a reason. For one, Sansa and the North refuse Jon and Dany, and that's kind of the catalyst to everything else that happens in the fic. Thats a big change - so I’m not saying “My fic was exactly like the show!!” I just wanted to point out all the moments while watching the show I was like “See! I didn’t assassinate anyone’s character!” since that’s apparently a crime I was committing against all of fandom.

If you haven’t read the fic, I highly suggest you do since many of these quotes are small snippets taken from a bigger context.

All the text is from my fic, the pictures are the moments I thought were similar from the show.

Daenerys had chosen to forgo her dragons to mount a horse instead, as a show of equality and peace to the Northern people.

The Hound, Sandor Clegane, rode beside them, seemingly reluctant to be there, in his own way.

“Greetings,” she announced. “How gracious for you to meet us.” Though her words were not sweet - they never were - and she measured the air between the two parties cautiously.

“You’ve traveled very far,” Sansa responded, her horse shifting impatiently under her. Her voice did not waver, and it carried loud and clear across the void. “It would be rude of me to not turn you away personally.”

Daenerys remained silent.

“We know no King, but the King in the North whose name is Stark.” Lyanna Mormont bellowed from her own steed. Her eyes were glowering, stern and furious. Not little Lyanna…

“First the Wildlings, and now a foreign whore,” Lord Glover spat, his horse just as wide as he was. “You’re not a Northerner. You’re anything but.”

He looked to Sansa for an answer. Surely Sansa would not leave him to the wolves. Yet she avoided his eye.

“I missed you too, Jon…” she called back, and his heart knew that she meant it. “But Starks stick together. I know that now. What would Father think?” His heart broke. If only they knew…

Jon had warned her. He knew before heading to Dragonstone that the Northerners were not likely to kneel to a foreign ruler. Sansa had said so herself many times. He resisted the urge to gloat, to remind the Dragon Queen of his words.

“Sam?” he whispered. Surely he must be imagining it. Sam was here? In Winterfell? The round man came stumbling towards him, his arms waving madly by his sides to catch Jon's attention.[...] The two clasped each other in a strong embrace for a moment before Jon pulled back. [...] “Gilly?” Jon asked absently. “And the baby?” “They're fine!” Sam answered, finally with a dim smile. “They’re here.”

Arya . Oh, Arya! She’s safe. He frantically grabbed her, sweeping his hands over her hair and face, feverishly kissing the top of her head, thanking the old gods that she was here. Thank the gods his little sister was alive. She had wrapped her arms so tightly around him he could barely breathe.

“You leave him alone!” Arya barked, running swiftly down the hall towards them.

“Don’t you understand what this means, Jon?” Sam insisted. “You’re the heir to the Iron Throne.”

Jon didn’t care about that. Not now. Suddenly everything he thought he knew was a lie. His father- no, his uncle... had lied to him his whole life. This meant that Daenerys was his aunt by blood. And Sansa was his…

He suddenly felt very ill.

[...]Everything tasted bitter to him now. Everything he had ever known was a lie, but oddly, it made sense. Eddard had gone south to save his sister and had returned with a child. It made sense. How - how - had he not seen it before?

[...]People die and stay dead. That was a fact. Unless he had believed more lies than the one his uncle had told him his whole life.

He had traveled on horseback many times, but never alone. [...] When he drew nearer to Winterfell, the snow and winds were so strong he was forced to cover every inch of skin but his eyes.

“You look like you’ve seen the seven hells.”

“You don’t look any better,” Sandor replied. Jaime tried to ignore the slight. It was true he was unshaven, unwashed and frozen to the bone.

“It’s too late,” Bran interrupted. Jon’s blood ran cold at the words.

“What do you mean it’s too late?”

“The Wall is gone. Eastwatch is gone. There is a dragon that breathes blue fire.”

Now, I’m not trying to say “I’m Nostradamus and I guessed the entire first episode.” No. That is absolutely not what I’m saying. I thought I made an informed guess into how the characters might react to the events in season 7 and amongst each other, and used my own opinions on the characterizations to write a story based around one thing: Jon realizing he loved Sansa because she died. Everything else was secondary to me.

It’s only because I got such immediate and hostile push back to something I saw as obvious foreshadowing that made me feel so vindicated when the first episode had so many similarities to what I wrote. Anyone could have come up with these same lines as I did - because the evidence was there and the Jonsa fam was pointing it out the whole time.

I just reallllly hate how fanfiction, especially in ASOIAF and on FFN, has the default accusation of “character assassination” to use when you just hate a story, when all fandom characterizations are just opinions. Only the author of the original source material can decry character assassination. Fanfiction is everyone’s personal choices when it comes to things like this, and it appears that a whole shitload of Dany Stans descended on my story, and instead of saying “I hate Jonsa and Dany can do no wrong” they personally attacked me for horrible writing - when in fact I was the one more on point than they were. I never expected Sansa and the North to literally turn Dany and Jon away at the gates - but thats why I wrote a fanfic about it. Because that was the only way I was going to see it told.

I was so upset by this (can’t you tell? lol) that seeing this episode really made me feel good and feel more proud in what I wrote.

okay. rant over.

#original #text post #s8 #8.01 #my fics #the lone wolf dies #long post

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thereseoutspoken · 5 years ago

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10 things I wish I knew (and told myself) at 20

20 is still a very young age

When I just became 20, I felt like I was a full grown woman, for the very reason that I was already out of my teenage years. I felt like I was already mature, and independent, and I felt like I should be serious with my life because I am already old enough. I couldn’t say these assumptions were all wrong. But I wish I could have told myself that 20 is still a very young age. It was an end chapter for my teen spirit, but twenty is only the beginning of a new one. Basically, at this age, you shouldn’t feel too old yet. Yes, you can still play dress ups on Friv, feel giddy over a childish crush, not know how to use the ATM machine, and still want your mom’s assistance during dental check ups. You have your entire life ahead of you to grow and learn. Right now, at twenty, just take things slow.

2. Taking risks is different from gambling. Avoid the latter.

I have been told countless times by friends (and even the guy I fell in love with) that I should learn how to take risks. I should have listened. At times I am such a coward for not even trying. So yes, I should have listened when they said I should take some risks. But when they told me to take risks even though things are uncertain, I’m going to get hurt, or even if it’s not worth it, I disagreed. Know how to take risks… and when to take risks. Sometimes taking risks even if it’s not worth it could lead to so much pain, which also requires a great amount of time for healing. You could have used the time for healing for waiting on something you could have deserved at the right time, but instead you used it for risking on something uncertain and unworthy (At least there’s the learning part, though). So I tell you this: learn to take risks at the right circumstance. Do not gamble on ambivalence.Because part of taking risks is knowing (and internalizing) what’s at stake.

3. You will fall in love with the wrong person and you don’t need to force them to be the right one.

Part of growing up is learning to open your heart to love. And part of loving is welcoming the pain, and accepting the things that are beyond our control. Sometimes, when we fall in love, we set aside their bad qualities because we love them. Sometimes it gets toxic and the hurt never stops yet we remain because again, we love them.

We just love the person so much that we want to make them better by changing them, or we change for them to adapt to their standards. But that shouldn’t be the way it is. If you want to change, do it for yourself and not for others, the same way change should transpire to them. It’s not your role to change who people are. More than that, you can’t make them right for you when they are obviously the wrong one.

I get that it’s not love if it doesn’t hurt, but if it puts you in agony more than it makes you feel safe and secured, then it’s not the love you deserve. Self-worth over feelings. At all times.

That’s why when you fall for the wrong person, don’t force them to be the right one. You’ll just end up draining yourself because you will be the only one left trying to keep the relationship together.

4. As much as you will gain new friends, you will also lose some and that’s okay.

Every year I meet new people who, in the long run, become friends. That didn't change when I was 20. I established such awesome relationships with new friends and it felt so good—extending my circle a little bigger. But as much as I gained new companions, I also lost some. Some were because of big fights, others were just…well, we simply grew apart and realized we didn't need each other for our personal growths. At first I felt disappointed that it had to end that way. But then a vlogger said in one of her YouTube videos that “you don't grow up if you don't lose friends.” And I started to think that yes, she was right. In order for you to grow, you have to let go of what's keeping you from being a better version of yourself. If your relationship with anyone gets toxic, drop it. If it's not doing you any good anymore, calmly walk away. Part of growing up is letting go of what's hindering you from flourishing. Just be thankful for the ones who stayed and bid your silent farewell for the ones who left (or needed to leave).

5. Start planning what’s next for you

You don’t need to figure everything out all at once. Life is still a blur at 20. But that shouldn’t stop you from envisioning what’s next for you. Commonly, at 20, people are already looking for a job, planning out their career path especially after graduation. I couldn’t say I wasn’t pressured looking at my friends being busy making resumes, travelling to different towns, being wanted by two or more companies, and there I was… not knowing what to do with my life.

I don’t regret where I’m at in life right now. But if I could turn back time, I wish I’d have made concrete plans for my future self.

6. Try something new, even if you start out being bad at it.

I am always known for being a writer. If my name gets mentioned to people who barely know me, they usually say “you know, the journalist” or “the writer-slash-editor from Crusader”. A part of me is happy and proud that I have already established that image for myself. But somehow, I wanted to do new things. I wanted to branch out from writing because I felt like writing was the only craft I knew what to do; so I delved into photography. I always had a thing for good photos and also aspired to shoot such epic sceneries or emotions. I didn't have the equipment though, so I just borrowed from friends. I had a couple of photos published in the official page of the student pub, and also had several shoots with friends. But I knew I wasn't that good yet. I still had a hard time with the camera settings, my photos get blurred most of the times, and I still had a lot to learn. But the worst thing about exploring new things is being discouraged to excel at it. I have been told I am not considered as an artist, or that I should just stick to writing, or I should stop feeling like I'm an artist. Aside from the fact that my skills in photography aren't really that exceptional to be worthy of a handshake or an “artist” label, I gave up on photography because the people around me didn't believe in me the same way I put myself down for not being good enough.

And that was one of my regrets. I should have told myself that “hey, it's okay. You are still a beginner. Allow yourself to learn and improve.” I focused too much on my insecurities and other people's comments that I had to let the craft go. But now, I will pursue it once more.

You, wanting to learn more is okay. You, starting out as a loser is definitely normal. But you, surrendering because you feel like it's not for you just because you suck at it or people discourage you, is undeniably unacceptable. You do you. Soon you will be great at it and you will thank yourself for not giving up.

7. 20 isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. Bask in the rain, overcome the storms.

The day I officially left the teenage life, I asked 20 to be better. 19 was rough for me, so I hoped 20 would be a lot easier, with a more stable emotional and mental state. Buuuutttt, I was wrong. It was actually pretty worse. Right now I’m just laughing at those struggles, but back in the day, I didn’t even know how to make it through the storm.

Needless to say, if 20 was a weather, she’d be a moody bitch, because it wasn’t consistently bad. There were also good days where I was thankful to just relax in the pouring rain or be happy because of the sunshine that reflects my soul. Actually, this doesn’t only apply when you’re 20. You can experience hardships and get through with it at any age. And that’s what makes surviving beautiful— you get to witness seasons and the weather change, and through it all you can finally say, “I made it past the gloomy days.”

8. Start being extra responsible.

I always wanted to work in Manila, but my parents do not quite agree with that plan. My mom would say things like, “Who would take care of you there?”, “Are you sure you’re responsible enough to live on your own?”. When I get sick or fail to do what she instructed me to do, she’d say, “See? You don’t even know how to take care of yourself.”, “You can’t be that irresponsible when you are in Manila.” So I thought about it for a long time. I know I am independent. But am I responsible?

I changed my goal from wanting to prove my mom that she was wrong, to proving myself that I can make things work on my own. Now I do things that adults do, like getting a TIN card, or spending for myself with no allowance from my parents. Maybe these are just little things, but they are stepping stones to being a responsible adult.

You have to think like you’re preparing yourself to live in Manila or any place far from home. Imagine how you can handle things without their financial support or physical guidance. Not only will you learn not to rely on them all the time, you’ll also grow and learn new things that can help you in the long run.

9. Invest on things that you feel would help you be better.

Being 20 for me was full of negativity. A lot of things made me feel bad, and in result I got emotional and would often cry. But I learned that just like medicines, there are things in life that could relieve you from pain. All you have to do is invest on the ones that could make you be or feel better. In my case, I invested more on my spiritual growth. Some of you may not be (so) religious, but trust me when I say you have a God you can rely on. If you lift your inhibitions and worries to him, he will lighten your load.

Another thing worthy to invest on is self-care. I have been such a mess and would often cry in desperation because I didn't know how to get rid of the emotional pain I was feeling. But a good friend of mine, Winstar, made me a pinterest board full of tips on how to handle anxiety and execute self-care. It was great being reminded that I had to make myself better and I had to focus on my well-being, too.

10. You are at your own pace

There are times when I can’t help but feel jealous over people who, at such a young age are already successful. While I’m just at home scribbling on my laptop, other people my age are already making a name for themselves. Some are already full-time employees, or opening their own businesses. Others are on their way to law school or med school.

On the contrary, I also have friends who are still starting out with their plans in life. Some friends would tell me, “You’re even lucky you’re done schooling. I’m not even graduating yet.” or “You’ve reached so much in life, while I haven’t even achieved anything yet.”

And it became clear to me: we’re the ones making competitions for ourselves with others. Perhaps the system and the society is pushing us to be this and that, to achieve this and bring honor to whom. But we’re only putting so much pressure on ourselves trying to race with the progress of others when in fact we have our own pace.

So what I have learned from all of this is: focus on your growth, your progress, your own fulfillment. Others may already be at their 4th lap while you’ve just started the engine. But so what? Others’ finish line is not your finish line.

You haven’t found the right career yet? You’re extended in college? Others are already getting married but you’re still single? That’s perfectly fine. Just continue the drive and soon you’ll get there.

#writing #creative writing #narrative #self love #self care #20 #life #literature #better #lifestyle #advice #wordsofwisdom

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tom-hollands-eyelash · 6 years ago

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Mistakes were made Pt. 3 (Peter Parker X reader)

A/n: this is my very first FanFiction! Please be kind 😅 and please feel free to give me feedback! I promise they’ll be more Peter and reader moments! Also drop and ask if you want to be added to my tag list!

Summary: it’s finally homecoming season! You should be happy for Peter and vise versa right? You both couldn’t be more wrong.

Warnings: cussing and assault

Word count: 1,865

Y/F/N: your first name

Y/L/N: your last name

Y/E/C: your eye color

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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It was finally lunch. You were so happy to finally get to see Peter and Ned again, you haven’t seen them since they walked you to gym. You continue to mentally kick yourself for not mentioning what happened with Tom, explained how it wasn’t what it looked like, that it was just a misunderstanding. Peter deserved an explanation, so did Ned. But what would you tell them? “Hey guys about earlier today, I broke down crying in Tom’s arms because he told me what Peter was to much of a pussy to.” No that’s to mean. And besides you knew Peter had good intentions for not telling you. But you needed to think of what to say to them, so you decide to talk to them tomorrow, that way you can calm down and figure out what happened yourself. You arrived at the table and took you usual spot across from Peter. As soon as you sat down, they stopped talking about whatever it was they were talking about and refused to look at you. That’s odd, but you decided not to pressure them.

“Hey Peter.” You said, reaching across the table and touching his forearm to get his attention. The tips of your fingers felt like they were burning with sensation just from touching his skin. He looks up with eye brow raised and your Y/E/C eyes meet his mahogany brown eyes, you feel your face heat up as your cheeks turn a rosy pink, a shy smile snuck it’s way into your face. “I was going to ask if you’re still coming over to help me with my math homework tonight.” You said slowly taking your hand away. Not breaking eye contact with you he lightly chuckled and took your hand in his.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said smiling, and you knew he wouldn’t miss it either. Peter would do anything for you if it meant you’d be happy. Hell, you’re pretty sure he’d even try to become Spider-Man for you.

You often imagined what it would be like if Peter was actually Spider-Man. How you would sit on the roof of the apartment complex waiting for him with a cup of tea and a blanket after a long day of crime fighting or how excited he’d get telling you about his day stopping robbers. And he would take you on a tour of the city at night so you’d see Queens from a new perspective.

You even imagined how your first kiss with Peter would go, you and him would get into an argument you guys often have about whether or not the Hulk would beat Thor in a fight. You’d always get frustrated by the fact he’d always bring up that Hulk had a massive amount of gamma radiation that should have killed him but didn’t. He’d get frustrated when you’d say “Thor is a Norse GOD, that controls thunder and has a hammer that no one else can wield unless they are deemed worthy. Hulk is a green baby with anger management issues that wears booty shorts. They’re is not really much competition there.” And you always just leave after that assuming you’ve won, but not this time. This time you’d feel something sticky on your hand, and you’d look down to see silver webbing. You’d look back to Peter as he pulls you back into his arms and kiss you.

You weren’t aware you and Peter were still holding hands until Ned interuppted your thoughts.

“Oh my god. You guys are so cute!” Ned said as he took pictures of you guys holding hand and looking deeply into each others eyes. Any stranger would’ve thought you two were together. You quickly pull you hand away from peter’s grasp blushing profusely. You look over to Peter who’s in the process of taking Ned’s phone and looking at the photos. You see him typing on the phone, no doubt deleting them, then shortly after hands the phone back to Ned. Your heart dropped you wished you could have seen those photos. Still slightly embarrassed from holding Peter’s hand you look down at your sandwich and start eating with shaky hands, you don’t look up until you hear Peter sigh.

“Did Liz get a new top?” Peter asked.

“No. You’ve seen that before, but never with that skirt.” Ned replies.

“We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy though.” Peter says with his head resting on the hand you were just holding.

“To late.” Their eyes snap back to you. “You guys are losers.” You snapped as you excuse yourself from the table to go to the library and look for a project to do for psychology. You muttered you “byes” and “see you laters”. You left the cafeteria but instead of going to the library like you told the boys, you were heading to your secret spot that nobody not even Peter or Ned knew about. Some where you can think straight or just bawl your eyes out and no one will judge or ask what’s wrong. Your heart hurt from knowing Peter won’t be anything more than one of your best friends.

You could feel tears start to form as you make your way into the roof of the school. Other than the hustle and bustle of New York down below it was always so quiet up here, and you loved it. You sat down on the ledge with one foot dangleing off the side. You started thinking of how Peter would look at Liz and get so enchanted by her and how much he loved her. All you wanted was Peter to look at you in the same way. You cried your eyes out until you heard the bell ring signaling the end of 5th lunch. “It’s going to be fine, you just get through one more class.” You thought to yourself.

~time skip~

You were about to walk from away your locker and head outside to wait for Peter by the flag pole when Flash stopped you. “I can’t get Peter to do your homework if that’s what you want.” You sighed.

“That’s not what I want at all.” He started. “No. I want to show you something in the boys locker room.” He whispered. You knew exactly what he wanted. You look down the hall to see if Peter was on his way, of course he wasn’t. You looked around for Tom, no fucking luck either. You were absolutely screwed. Flash then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder with ease. You kicked and screamed for literally ANYBODY to come to your rescue. But of course no one came, school ended an hour ago. Peter and Ned had an academic decathlon meeting on the other side of campus, so you were all alone with Flash heading toward the boys locker room. Tom told you this too, and Peter knew he wanted to do this. You wished for someone to walk by and help you. The two of you made it to the locker room and he laid you down on the bench between the lockers and straddled your waist. “Damn you look so fucking good laying down. So much better than I’ve imagined.” He said licking his lips as his hand grazed my outer thigh. He was looking at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. “To bad Parker isn’t here to see this. The look on his face while he watched me fuck HIS bitch, would have been so fucking priceless.” He laughs as his hand finds its way under your skirt.

“Fuck you Flash.” You hissed and collected as much saliva you could in your mouth and launch it at him hitting him in his left eye.

“You bitch!” He cries wiping his eye with one hand and raising the other one. His hand met the right side of your face so hard it sounded like a clap of thunder and causing your head to reel sickeningly as it slams back into the bench beneath you, that was definitely going to leave a bruise. “You have no idea who you’re messing with Y/N.” His voice was dripping with poison when he said your name. He got off of your waist grabbed you by the shoulders pushing you against the lockers, making you look almost identical to Peter this morning. His hands found their way to the buttons of your shirt and yanked it open revealing your white laced push up bra. His eyes lowered and he licked his lips like you looked delicious. You could feel him getting hard against your leg. You tried to push him off of you but you failed miserably. Flash, being the quarterback, was at least 200 pounds bigger than you. He was still enjoying the view of your breasts when he found the zipper to your skirt and unzipped it. You tried to push your hips against the wall to prevent him from taking your skirt off which did work for a second but he quickly got annoyed and ripped the skirt in half revealing the matching white laced panties. He looked down and smirked. “Did you match for me princess?” He asked with a cocky smile on his face. Before you could answer he was against the wall covered with silver webbing.

“Didn’t your mother teach you how to respect women?” You heard someone ask. You look over to reveal a person in a skintight red and blue suit with a spider emblem on the chest. It was Spider-Man! You were so relieved, you could’ve cried. You were so thankful Spider-man came when he did.

“Are you alright?” He asked you nodded your head.

“I’m better now that you’re here. Thank you so much.” You said.

“You’re welcome. Miss-“ he asked holding out his hand.

“Y/L/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You said taking his hand to shake it.

“Like James Bond. I like it.” He laughed taking his hand back. “Well Y/L/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N. We should find you some new clothes huh?” He shyly said placeing his hand on the back of his neck. You were so awestruck by Spider-Man coming to your rescue it wasn’t until he said something you had forgotten that you where in you nothing but your underwear. You quickly grab the openings of your shirt and wrapped them around your torso closing the shirt. You walked over to peter’s locker, knowing he had an extra pair a clothes in there incase of an emergency, and you put in his combo. “I’m going to see if theirs any one here still to take you home.” Spider-man said you changed into peter’s extra clothes. “Hey big guy come here real quick.” You hear before he comes back with Ned. “You can take of my new friend Y/N from here right?” He asked Ned.

“Yes of course Mr. Spider-man sir.” Ned said giving him a sad little salute as if he was Captain America. “But we’re still waiting for our friend Peter sir.” He continued.

“Okay. I’ll go find Peter. Wait at the flag pole for him .” He said running out of the room.

“Wait!” You cried, running after him.

Part 4

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#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland #spiderman homecoming #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman fluff

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feelsgood-anon · 7 years ago

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Eros - Bar AU [Season 2] Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE IS A MYSTIC MESSENGER AU. IT IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THE AMERICAN SITCOM CHEERS, A SHOW CENTERED AROUND A BOSTON BAR CALLED CHEERS AND IT’S REGULARS. EVEN THOUGH I HAVE TRIED TO KEEP AS MUCH OF CANON PERSONALITIES WITH ALL THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS JUST REMEMBER THAT IT IS AN AU AND A FEW THINGS MAY BE DIFFERENT THAN IN GAME OR YOUR HEADCANONS. THIS HAS BEEN FUN TO PLAN AND I HOPE YOU FIND A BIT OF JOY READING IT!

PG13+ FOR SWEARIN’ AND BOOZIN’.

[Season 1]

[Season 2] | Prologue | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Red leaned against the bar as he wiped down a few glasses. The afternoon had been a bit slow with only the regulars crawling in throughout the day. Duckie had lingered to keep Red company while in the back was Joe and Clicks playing a game of pool as Sugar looked on. Zen had spent the quiet hours catching up on paperwork in the office while Cannon and Sunny busied themselves cleaning the place to pass the time.

Jingle~

Sunny turned around and greeted out towards the door, “Welcome to Eros!”

The woman that had stepped through the doors gave Sunny a fake smile, “Hello. Who are you?”

Red twitched slightly at the familiar voice, not bothering to look up as he spoke, “What can we do for you, Goldie?”

Goldie, otherwise known as Rika. Begrudgingly she was welcome at the bar as she was the girlfriend of Clicks and cousin to Duckie, but most only kept things cordial towards her out of respect.

She eyed Sunny suspiciously, walking towards the bar top, “I’m looking for my boyfriend. He is here, isn’t he?”

Red thumbed back towards the pool tables, “Sure, he’s in the middle of a game with Joe and Sugar.”

“Oh, Sugar is here too? Hmm…” She tapped her fingers along the edge of the counter.

Duckie waved at her wildly, “Hey Goldie! It’s been awhile since you’ve come here. How have you been?”

At the sound of her cousin’s voice, her demeanor became extremely sweet, going over to give him a hug, “Honey! I’ve been wonderful! It’s good to see you. You don’t stop by my house as much as you used to. Has school been busy for you?”

He laughed a bit nervously as he nodded, “Sure has! It’s midterms and I’ve been studying a lot!”

“Midterms? Interesting that you are wasting time here. Perhaps you should be at home instead?”

“He’s alright, Goldie. Duckie just takes little breaks so he doesn’t burn out. We make sure he doesn’t spend too much time here.” Red interjected, “Don’t you have a reason to be here?”

She clucked her tongue and pushed herself from the counter, “Right, I’ll go find my boyfriend. Be a good boy, Duckie.”

Once Goldie wandered off, Sunny slinked over and sat in the barstool next to Duckie, “She doesn’t seem very nice.”

“What? She’s very nice! She just gets moody sometimes.” Duckie replied, taking a sip of the beer in front of him, “That’s my cousin, you know.”

“And Clicks’ girlfriend?” She asked, “I feel some weird vibes from her. I don’t know what it is.”

Red waved his fingers to get Sunny’s attention, “Hey, could you go let Zen know she’s here? He always likes to know.”

Sunny tilted her head to the side, a bit confused at the request, “Oh, why is that? Does she get special treatment? She walked in like she owned the place.”

“Just go do that for me, would yah?” Red bat his lashes at her, trying to distract her from asking anymore questions. She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him, walking towards the office.

As usual, she knocked and didn’t wait for a reply to swing open the door to enter, “Hey Zen, Red asked me to tell you that Goldie is here. So, are you going to tell me why you want to know or are you going to avoid my questions like he does?”

Zen didn’t flinch when she abruptly entered since she was already used to it but the moment he heard the name of the woman that had come into the bar he immediately dropped everything in his hands and looked up to Sunny, “Shit, is she really? Was she in a bad mood? Did she seem like she wanted to start a fight?”

Sunny shook her head slowly, “No, she seemed fine. She did lecture Duckie about studying and was looking for Clicks. Is she usually volatile?”

Heaving a sigh of relief, he sat back in his chair, “She’s just...something else. Sunny, I would suggest staying away from her. She can get pretty mean. I’ll take care of her if she starts anything.”

“Take care of her? Like...put a hit on her?” Sunny asked incredulously. Zen’s face distorted as he processed the reaction, his brow furrowing deeply, “No! What?! I’ll just escort her out! What is on your mind today?”

She shrugged a bit as her cheeks flushed a subtle pink, “I dunno…you sounded so serious then. Is she really that big of a deal?”

He sighed and stood, walking towards the door but not before gently grabbing her by the shoulder for her to follow, “I’ll just go check on things now. If I don’t kick her out, Sugar will.”

Once they exited the office and Zen let Sunny roam free, he wandered over towards the pool tables and strained the politest smile he could muster once he met eyes with Goldie. She had posted near Clicks whom wasn’t affected by her presence, simply concentrated on his turn at the table.

Sugar, on the other hand, had his body nearly melting into the wall he was standing against, limbs tense and an expression of extreme distaste at the woman’s arrival. His eyes shot up as he noticed Zen come along, and the bartender did not gloss over the silent rage that spoke between them, screaming, kick the bitch out.

“Goldie, I’m surprised you are here,” Zen spoke with composure, “Is there something you need?”

The woman blinked, tilting her head to the right as she addressed him, “Why is everyone asking me that? I thought this place was a public establishment. Surely I can come to enjoy a friendly evening with my boyfriend and his associates.”

Sugar scoffed as he finally pushed off, his stance one of dominance once he stood upright, “Friends. We are his friends. I would thank you to refer to us in that manner.”

“Whatever. I just came by because I thought we were supposed to go to dinner. Hmm?” Her hand grazed up Clicks’ side right as he went for his move, causing him to twitch slightly and miss the ball going into the pocket by an inch. “Damn…” He muttered, straightening his back to motion towards Joe, “Bad luck tonight, eh?”

Joe nodded as she too was uncomfortable with Goldie being around. The last thing she wanted to witness was another fight between the two lovers or even worse, between Goldie and Sugar. “I’ll let you win this time, Clicks. Don’t worry!” She chuckled a bit to herself but immediately stiffened as Goldie spoke, “He doesn’t need your pity, Joe. He’s not that good at the game, you can’t let him believe he has a chance.”

“Yeah, I’m not really that great. But it’s fun anyway!” Clicks agreed in a dejected tone, “I appreciate the gesture, though.”

“Hey! He’s just fine at the game! Maybe if he had more support he wouldn’t think so lowly of himself.” Zen growled as he stared Goldie down, “Especially from the person he-“

“Regardless of her position, it’s clear she does not possess the ability to have that sort of compassion.” Sugar interrupted him as he hated the mention of the relationship status of his friend, “Clicks had no plans tonight with you, I saw his schedule.”

“Yeah, we planned for dinner tomorrow night, I took note of it.” Clicks agreed but as he went to pull out his phone, Goldie quickly swatted his hand to the side, “Well I’m here now, and I’m very hungry. Let’s go.”

Sugar stepped forward, putting his hand on Click’s shoulder, “We had dinner plans tonight. You are not the only one on a schedule, you know.”

“Why don’t you go out with him tomorrow? His evening just opened up.” She squinted towards Sugar, grabbing at Click’s arm on the other side, “You are not his priority, if I must remind you.”

Pulling Clicks towards him, he narrowed his eyes towards her, “Unlike you, I do not have all the free time in the world. Go on, you can have your date tomorrow as previously arranged.”

“No! He’s coming with me tonight, aren’t you darling? You wouldn’t say no to your girlfriend, would you?” Goldie bat her lashes as she looked up at Clicks, “Would you?!”

Clicks gulped loudly as his head turned from side to side. This situation wasn’t new to him but to this day he never knew how to handle it. If he denied her then it would create an even bigger fight between them but if he denied Sugar, then a long lecture would follow. As usual, he regretfully shrugged the male off, “Sugar…we can surely reschedule. Please…”

Sugar grunted and fell back to lean against the wall once more, “Do what you wish, Clicks. She is your girlfriend after all. At least, today she is.”

Goldie smirked and wrapped her arm around Clicks’, “Such a sore loser. You never were one to be graceful in that aspect. Come, honey. Let’s get out of this filthy place. I don’t even know why you come here.”

“It’s not filthy. Quite the opposite! Zen does an excellent job keeping it clean!” He huffed as he was dragged away, giving Sugar an apologetic look, “I’ll send you a text later!”

As Clicks was taken away, Zen moved to run his fingers along the felt of the pool table, “That’s unlike you, Sugar, to back down from a dispute so willingly. Is it that she has a hold over you as well?”

Sugar’s brow twitched, breathing deeply to not let Zen’s comments get to him, “That She Devil is beneath me. Why would I waste my energy on arguing with her?”

Joe started picking up the balls from the pockets, cleaning up from the abandoned game, “Even if it weren’t beneath you, who would actively want to get into it with her? She’s oozes a terrible vibe. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to speak with her at any point in time.”

“That’s a question for Clicks seeing as he chooses to spend most of his time with her. That is, if she’s not throwing a fit and breaking up with him.” Sugar spat, “This whole thing has put me in a bad mood. I’m getting more wine.”

Zen’s eyes followed the man as he walked towards the bar, sighing as he went to help Joe, “Goldie is bold to come around here again, I’ll give her that. After the last massive fight between her and Clicks, I didn’t think they’d get back together.”

Joe shrugged her shoulders, “It doesn’t surprise me. He’s a wonderful person, always looking after others where he can but I’ve noticed he doesn’t look after himself in the same fashion. It’s a shame, really. He deserves a lot more than a nightmare of a relationship.”

“Oh, sounds like someone has the hots for Clicks. Hmm~ For how long have you been pining?” Zen teased.

She stood up straight, sticking her nose in the air, “Zen, I have a girlfriend. We started dating while you were away.”

His head spun quickly, looking at her in surprise, “What?! Really? Shit, you never told me! You should bring her by sometime! I’d love to meet her!”

Joe relaxed, nodding a bit as she headed towards the bar, “I’ll invite her some time. She doesn’t drink, though, so I’m not sure if she’ll agree. But if she knew the famous Zen was back, she may be eager to meet you!”

He chuckled as he followed, feeling the ease of his ego being stroked, “Ah, I do have that effect on people still? You flatter me~”

Getting to the bar top, Zen noticed Duckie sulking in his seat, “What’s up, kiddo? You came in here chipper and now you’re down in the dumps. Talk to your ol’ pal Zen.”

“It’s nothing, really. I just hate disappointing Goldie. I want to meet her expectations! She believes in me, you know. She pushed me to get into college and even helped me find a major!” Duckie cried, sniffling as he drank the last of his beer.

“What did you chose to study, anyway? I never thought to ask.” Sunny questioned as she loaded a few drinks on a tray, “I can only imagine it being some sort of liberal arts degree since you have a hard time studying.”

Duckie wailed more, pushing his mug to the edge so Zen could refill it, “I want to be a veterinarian! Am I that pathetic that I don’t look like a science student?”

“Don’t listen to her, Duckie. She’s oblivious to a lot of things. You’re smart enough to do whatever you want! You’ll get a hang of school, I know it!” Zen responded as he passed the blonde more beer, “And don’t worry about Goldie. Even if you were getting straight A’s she’d be up your ass about something. She manages to find anything wrong in any situation. I believe in you, and that’s all that matters!”

“You dropped out of high school, Zen. You aren’t necessarily a role-model in the aspect of education.” Sugar retorted, still sore from the encounter with Goldie.

Zen shot him a glare, “Well excuse me, Mr. I-have-the-world-in-the-palm-of-my-hands! Just because school wasn’t for me, doesn’t mean I don’t know that he can do great!”

Joe bumped Duckie’s shoulder as she sat next to him, “Hey, I graduated college and I think you can definitely do it. You just have to find your groove and things will fall into place.”

“I graduated with two degrees and I say just drop it. School sucks.” Red added as he lifted himself up to sit on the bar top, “Not like it did me any good as I’m a bartender here.”

Duckie perked and looked at Zen with puppy-dog eyes, “Could I become a bartender too?”

Zen coughed a bit and turned around, feigning interest in the dirty glasses, “Well, sure! But I think you’d do much better as a vet. Animals are important too and you love them!”

“What he means is, you’re too clumsy to handle his job. Better stick to school, guy.” Cannon sneered, leaning on the other side of Duckie, “Plus, the only thing you know about alcohol is beer.”

Duckie pouted and crossed his arms around his chest, “Hey, I can study! Sunny did it!”

Sunny’s lips pursed tightly, “And if you study with that much determination for your classes, you’ll make a fine veterinarian.”

The younger blonde sighed and slumped a bit, “I guess. But you guys are missing out! I’d be a great bartender!”

“Duckie, what kind of wine do they always serve me?” Sugar asked, swishing the drink within the glass in his hand.

Duckie turned bright red, “U-uh…the…purple kind?” He stammered. Sugar’s dead-pan expression was more than enough to give the boy the hint. He chugged the beer in front of him and wiped his mouth with his hand, “Right…veterinarian it is.”

tags! @illneverrecover @serensama @zenscrotch @suzunesays @sinfulinsecret @forever-ender

#mystic messenger #Eros Bar AU #mystic messenger fic #mm #mystic messenger AU #Seven #Saeyoung Choi #Unknown #Saeran Choi #Zen #Hyun Ryu #Jumin Han #Yoosung Kim #Jaehee Kang #V #Jihyun Kim #Rika

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Hogwarts house headcannons for the characters you haven't put into houses yet? & what's your house? I'm Ravenclaw with strong Hufflepuff leanings. ALSO THE WOODSCOUTS ARE THEY IN SLYTHERYN

Ohhhh man okay I didn’t think of all these. Get ready for THOUGHTS BELOW.

MAX

Could be in: Gryffindor, because he seems relatively fearless

Probably in: Slytherin, because he’s just too clever and ambitious. I mean, starting a craps ring?

Reaction to being put there: “Whatever.“ (Probably relieved that they’re the only ones who don’t seem obnoxiously happy.)

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Alienated every professor except David. However, he’s also just the littlest bit beloved because he’s such a fantastic shit. Also he started a radio station out of the Shrieking Shack that’s just him rambling conspiracy theories about Voldemort (he and Luna actually really get along, although he insists she’s fucking crazy).

NEIL

Could be in: Slytherin, since he’s so eager to prove himself.

Probably in: Ravenclaw, because he’s a smart cookie.

Reaction to being put there: “Obviously.” Immediately sits down and starts discussing advanced Arithmancy with the nearest dork.

Thing they’re known for: Being kinda a prick about magic. Obviously he’s accepted it’s real, but keeps complaining about how Muggle technology makes much more sense 90% of the time. (Is almost always right, too.)

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Managed to argue his way into better grades at least once with every professor, including Snape (no one knows how he did that, they’re just impressed that Neil’s somehow a bigger asshole). Also he became prefect and absolutely abuses this power to get Max and Nikki snacks.

NIKKI

Could be in: I mean, she’s a Gryffindor. There’s no other option.

Probably in: Gryffindor. OBVIOUSLY.

Reaction to being put there: “WOOHOO! When do we fight stuff?!”

Thing they’re known for: Fighting stuff.

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Fought a lot of stuff. (On a more serious note, Nikki’s incredible with Care of Magical Creatures; her complete fearlessness in the face of every animal lands her a job immediately after graduation helping Hagrid take care of them all, and in her spare time she wanders into the Forbidden Forest looking for adventures. She finds a lot of them. Also think she’d be a hell of a Beater and/or the most reckless Chaser in Quidditch.)

HARRISON

Could be in: Ravenclaw. He seems genuinely talented, and of all the campers there is the only one actually learning and improving at the thing he went to camp for.

Probably in: Slytherin, because he’s a prick like that. (I also love the idea of him and Neil being in separate houses and having a Hatemance based in rivalry.)

Reaction to being put there: Disappointment that they don’t enjoy Muggle magic tricks.

Thing they’re known for: Muggle magic tricks. Seriously, he’s incredible at them.

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Started an Illusions Club that specializes in these kinda tricks. They’re kinda seen as the dweebs of Hogwarts, but they have fun and Nikki occasionally likes to show up and try to figure out how they do it. (She drags Neil along and he complains the entire time.)

NERRIS

Could be in: Ravenclaw. Literally because of the glasses and her superiority complex.

Probably in: Gryffindor. Bitch faced an army of squirrels, a Nurf, an active volcano … and she keeps pissing of the most powerful person at the entire camp. Girl has no fear.

Reaction to being put there: “That’sth where the heroesth belong! Awesthome!”

Thing they’re known for: Complaining about how none of this is like DnD. Getting a bunch of pureblood children really into DnD.

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Learned surprisingly little magic. Spent most of their time organizing DnD tournaments and barely passing classes despite being incredibly intelligent.

DOLPH

Could be in: Hufflepuff, because he’s actually a sweetheart.

Probably in: Slytherin, because of his parents and general … unfortunate circumstances.

Reaction to being put there: Genial confusion. Immediately starts making friends with Death Eaters and having no idea what they actually are like.

Thing they’re known for: “The fuck’s up with that nice kid who keeps hanging out with Death Eaters?”

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Probably outgrown most of their innate Hitler-y-ness and kinda grown apart from his more Death-Eater-y friends. Fell in with Luna and some of the other weirdos and got really into illustrating for the Quibbler.

NURF

Could be in: Hufflepuff. No, hear me out: he’s remarkably sensitive and emotionally intelligent, self-aware and recognizes the importance of searching one’s feelings — to the point of recommending Neil look into anger management — open and accepting of different religions and sexualities. Really, he’s just a sweet kid underneath all of it.

Probably in: Gryffindor. He’s too much of a badass not to be.

Reaction to being put there: He thinks all the houses are kinda lame, and the entire concept of breaking people into competing teams based on a few personality traits — particularly at a time in one’s life where they’re apt to change great as their brains develop and mature — is shortsighted and breeds unnecessary hostility. Will then immediately threaten the nearest kid for the last Pumpkin Pasty.

Thing they’re known for: Having a lot of knives, and being more effective with them than a wand.

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Delved hard into Herbology and is just insanely good at working with the most complicated plants. Friends with a lot of the Hufflepuffs, and will kick the asses of anyone who gives them shit.

ERED

Could be in: Slytherin, since she’s comfortable using people.

Probably in: Gryffindor, since she’s such an Extreme Sports goddess.

Reaction to being put there: “Cool.”

Thing they’re known for: Being so reckless that she actually got kicked off the Quidditch team and started her own Stunt Flying club instead. Constantly being in the infirmary for doing something dangerous and getting hurt.

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Become a motherfucking legend. Also might’ve died.

PRESTON

Could be in: Hufflepuff, since let’s be honest, that’s where we put people we don’t know what else to do with, and where does Broadway fit into Hogwarts?

Probably in: Ravenclaw, since he knows so much about theater and is fairly close to Flitwick, who’s the choir director of the school.

Reaction to being put there: “Does anyone here study the Bard?! Tell me somebody studies the Bard!”

Thing they’re known for: Talking to the ghosts. A lot. About everything: historical events that’ve been turned into plays (or that he’d like to turn into plays), any plays they might’ve seen, any plays they’d like to see … Preston understands that theater is as heavily steeped in history as it is art, and so studying the past becomes something of a hobby of his.

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Actually stayed awake through all of Professor Binns’ lectures. Literally no one else has ever done that before. Written 7 plays about Harry and his friends, 3 about the Battle of Hogwarts, and 14 about plucky gay youngsters finding love in a magic boarding school.

SPACE KID

Could be in: Ravenclaw, because he knows so much about SPACE!

Probably in: Hufflepuff, because he’s so sweet and so … uh, mediocre.

Reaction to being put there: “Awesome!”

Thing they’re known for: Getting injured a lot. Not like Ered, but because he’s fantastically clumsy. (Though he and Ered become extremely good friends, since they spend so much time in the infirmary together. Turns out Ered’s actually really interested in space — or at least engineering, since it allows for some pretty cool shit.)

At the end of their 7th year they’ve: Aced Muggle Studies and become very close with Gwen. She kinda adopts him as her weird loser son.

WOODSCOUTS & FLOWER SCOUTS

Let’s be real, these guys are the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. They’re both kinda better than Hogwarts, but also way less fun and interesting.

#campcamp #hogwarts au #ask forest #woodscouts #flower scouts #cc space kid #cc dolph #cc max #cc nikki #cc harrison #cc nerris #cc nurf #cc ered #cc preston #cc neil

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#IT #ITMovie #ITMovie2017 #Pennywise #PennywiseTheClown #PennywiseTheDancingClown

*SPOILERS*

This is one of my 3 favorite Stephen King books. One I've read more than once. So I'm getting really annoyed by people who keep saying they loved the book and thought the new movie was perfect.

I happened to really enjoy the movie. I really like when different movies are made from a book because no two people ever really read the same book. So I like to see what other people 'read' I guess.

There was just two things they really missed the mark for me and I can't understand why other people who say they loved the book are willing to overlook:

1) Where was the rain? Yes, there was rain in the scenes with Georgie but not much anywhere else. It rained so much in the book it was like another character. There was epic and historical flooding going on at the time of the killing. I got super excited when I saw the sawhorses that said DPW only to never see them again in the movie.

(Funny thing to note, the theater we saw it/IT in obviously had water damage because it had that old wet towel smell. I got really excited at first and thought "Smell O Vision"!)

2) But honestly, I knew right after the sawhorses that this movie missed the mark with Pennywise. If you read the book you'd know that when IT is in Pennywise form (And ITs not really in the Pennywise disguise as often as in the miniseries and movie.) he (she) isn't really that scary. Pennywise is ITs 'Resting Bitch Face'. The form IT takes to kinda be 'welcoming'. Kids wanna approach Pennywise. Like an Anglerfish, using the Pennywise disguise as its lure. You wanna go float with him. When IT is scary, IT takes on the image of the person's greatest fear. That's supposed to be what's frightening. This happy welcoming character that can suddenly know your greatest fears.

I explained it to Cash like this: "IT's kinda like Monsters Inc cause it gets its power from scaring kids. So IT acts like a Boggart from Harry Potter and turns into what scares you most"

Basically, if you are a "big fan" of the book and say the movie was perfect, I really wonder what book you were reading.

Aside from those two (kinda HUGE in my opinion) issues:

• Pennywise's costume was AWESOME! I thought it would have definitely been far more time period correct too. Like that is what the original "Pennywise The Dancing Clown" wore that IT started imitating. Tim Curry's costume always gave me a "Pogo The Clown" kinda vibe. Never really thought it was the right 'fit'. This one was perfect for the historical accuracy geek that I am.

And this Pennywise was very good at being very scary. Without a doubt. My issue is with the fact he wasn't good at NOT being scary.

I was also disappointed after reading how Skarsgård trained with a contortionist just for this part, that it still ended up with so much CGI.

Also read comparisons of Skarsgård to Ledger's Joker... Uh, no. Just no. The Joker is an ever evolving character that has been written by many people over the years. Definitely subject to interpretation. Pennywise is a King character who is written by King. Less room for interpretation.

I'm gonna say the way Pennywise was written in the Miniseries was a better blending of friendly/scary.

• The Losers Club was sooooooo amazing!!!

• Bev. Was. Perfection.

And not just for the book either (LOVED that she smoked and was kinda a 'bad kid' like in the book. Thought she was made lame in the miniseries.) but for the time period too. Being a nine year old tomboy in 1989, the bike shorts under her dress was like icing on the cake for me! All her rings and bracelets too!

Just. Perfect.

• Loved that Eddie was more filled out in this version. He was Bill's best friend and I love that he got to have more personality in this.

(But I feel a little cheated that I didn't get to see Seth Green have those lines as Beep Beep Richie though. Still argue that Seth Green could have played young Richie again! Dude doesn't seem to age and can't be much taller now.)

• Loved the posters in the rooms. Especially the New Kids being on the BACK of the door. My mom didn't let me decorate my own room till I was around thirteen, so if I wanted to hang up posters, I had to do it in the closet or on the back of my bedroom door. So that felt so authentic to me.

• My only real disappointment with The Losers Club was how Mike became an 'add on’ character. Yes, he was last to join the group but he had a much bigger part than this movie showed.

• And did anyone else hope they would get to use fireworks during the Apocalyptic Rockfight this time?

• Love that they kept 'Sliver' the same!!

• Bowers was sooo perfect!! Loved that they included more of his storyline! (I was hoping for more of Hockstetter's too and thought Pennywise coming out of the refrigerator was a nod to that.) And I was cool with his father's story being changed up. (Even though they easily could have made him a 'shellshock' Nam vet.)

• Wasn't bothered that the 'weapon' was changed again. I think in the book, Bill brought a gun the first time at the Neibolt house and they used the slingshot in the final battles in the miniseries. So I didn't mind the change in this movie since the real "fighting" in the book was all done by telepathy anyways.

• Really like the take on "They All Float Down Here". Thought that was really good and more direct than "dead bodies float and once you're dead your body will float too" insinuation from the book. I wonder if that's why they left out the rain? Since the kids bodies wouldn't need to be found 'floating up' to the surface? (Still, the rain and flooding was a huge part of both final battles.)

• Liked that it hinted to them never really seeing each other as much again after that summer.

• That is just what I thought the outside of the Neibolt house would look like! That's what the yard Bill and Richie ran across looked like in my mind when I read the book!

• Hope the Ritual of Chüd is in the next movie. (Like in a flashback) It would be an awesome way to kinda tie all of the movies made from King books together.

• While I loved the 80s/90s references, I think I Stranger Things really spoiled me when it came to the level of detail I look for. No joke, I was checking out stuff on the store shelves to see 80s packaging and products and was disappointed I didn't see anything jump out.

I think Stranger Things will still go down as the perfect example of how to be inspired by Stephen King without being damaging to the original stories and characters.

And I still would have loved seeing a Duffer Brothers IT. Legend is they wanted to do a IT movie but was turned down and ending up doing Stranger Things instead.

Definitely like the movie. Think you can like both the book and the movie. Just don't think the movie was 'perfect'.

#IT #IT Movie #IT Movie 2017 #SPOILERS #Stranger Things #The Losers Club #Losers Club #Pennywise #Pennywise The Clown #Pennywise The Dancing Clown #Stephen King #Duffer Brothers

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So ya’ll pretty much know what the fuck is up. It’s obvious. I log on. See people playing on this gizoogle shit and at first it was all haha because I was stupidly giving people the benefit of the doubt but after a while and some brief research on gizoogle (John Beatty was enough for me to be honest) this shit legitamately started to make me fucking sick. So that’s when I started to express my distaste for it and that’s when things started getting uglier because the responses that I was getting were making me very upset.

Now, what ya’ll DIDN’T see was when I really started to get pissed the fuck off. I explained IN DETAIL in the chat room WHY this shit was aggravating the fuck out of me. I had explicitly stated.

I am the only Black girl in the chat room in a room full of White/non-Black people. Predominantly White to be honest.

On social media and OFF, I had been dealing with racism left and fucking right. In every aspect. I’ve had to drop friends I’ve known since I was little and the list continued to get bigger and bigger throughout my second semester of college. Gotta witness racist White misogynistic people slandering the name of God with their gross views and picket signs, harrassing students in my city on my college campus. Gotta deal with bad news on the news about my people being mistreated every goddamn day. A nigga just got sent to jail for 20 years ANYWAY after being found NOT GUILTY in court. 64,000 Black girls went missing in Washington D.C., the motherfucking FIRST Black Muslim female judge had been murdered along with another Black judge. You got niggas bein ran over by cars driven by White people just because they Black. KKK rallies goin on in Charlottesville. Bill Maher callin himself a fuckin house nigger on national fucking television, REALLY? Betsy Devos, the head seceretary of our fucking education doesn’t give a flying fuck if motherfuckers are discriminating against people in schools. Black girls gettin kicked out of school because of the fuckin hair that grows out of their fuckin heads. Just a BUNCH of bullshit. I been on edge ever since Donald Trump, the fucking DEVIL himself, slithered his way into the fuckin White House. I was taking several race and ethnicity classes, dealing with ignorant pieces of shit in a school that prides itself on being diverse and a safe space for ALL races and sexual orientations, dealing with the HARDEST semester of my college career. So no, fuck no, I didn’t need to fucking see that fucking shit.

So when they talk about “Oh Peaches is goin crazy she goin off everyday its something with her shes so oversensitive about everything whats going on with her shes so hateful why is she so hateful what makes her so hateful?” Well, existence is hateful. I exist. Therefore I am hateful in that way. THIS is what the FUCK was going on WITH ME ! The point being, the Berserk chat was literally my favorite fucking place, but I realized that goddamn, the place where I was supposed to be having fun and “not walking on fucking egg shells” was an escape for THEM, but not an escape FOR ME. So when I said that that shit they was doin wasn’t me,

They will never be able to fucking play me and tell me that I never came forward and said any fucking thing because I did I said it with ELOQUENCE, I was talking to every single goddamn motherfuckin one of them. My tongue was never more silver bro. The problem was that they weren’t fucking listening. They were so blinded by their limited perspective on life due to their privilege of not having to deal with what I have to deal with and so fixated on trying to convince me that I was being oversensitive and that it was just a joke that they literally bypassed every motherfucking thing that I explained to them.

Right AFTER, I opened up on a whim and explained why I was bothered, Dara, although she apologized and I did accept her apology , I’m gonna throw this shit out here and say that she flat out told me “I wish I could feel sorry. But I’m not” what kind of rude shit ? what kind of rude, fucking uncalled for , direct shit is that???? And the only reason I’m mentioning it now is because I never got a chance to really get on her about it. I feel like I really should’ve cussed her out right then and there that’s what I shoulda did instead of just letting her get away with that.

and what did bladeofthehawk tell me? “You need to stop taking things as a personal attack because the world isn’t gonna cater to you” Well fuck it then she don’t need to take this as a personal attack then cuz I’M DEFINITELY not about to cater to her stupid ass. She already KNOWS how I feel about her and I know very well about how she feels about me . I spazzed the fuck out on her numerous times and she deserved every last drop of my venom. Had the fuckin nerve to tell me “oh we cant be friends because I’m too blunt for you” , HELL yeah I cursed that bitch out. I don’t regret that shit. I’d do that shit again. Talkin bout some “I’m not in the mood for public drama” bitch if you don’t get the fuck. She oughta be ashamed of herself , callin herself roleplaying a fuckin woman of color but don’t give a shit about how her actions affect women of color in real life. It’s all just a bunch of social justice warrior bullshit to her, I got your fuckin social justice warrior.

and what did exmercenary say? some dumb shit about how he dont wanna say nothin because he don’t wanna sound racist. Lemme stop him right there on June 3, 2017 because what he just said DOES sound VERY racist. But you know what? I could go on and on about the race thing , I really could but based off what he told me I already know how he works. THAT’S WHY it would be a waste of time at this point to try and sit down and try to turn this into a peaceful, educational discussion about why these people are so wrong for what they did and why it is so fucking racist and why this shit is bigger than them. And to be honest, I don’t owe any fucking body a goddamn education when you’re just being plain nasty and not even fucking listening in the first goddamn place. Instead it’s just a bunch of fucking excuses for why “dark humor” and racist fucking jokes in highly innappropriate circumstances are okay. It’s just problems on TOP of problems and I’m fucking UNLOADING them.

The problem that I have with exmercenary is the innate hypocrisy that he displayed in that moment, because at one point in the chat group, there was some Griffith hate going on and I was a part of it , the fact that I despise Griffith isn’t a fuckin mystery I make it known quite often, but in this particular instance, Dara said that Griffith hate made her feel uncomfortable and made it hard for her to roleplay her muse to WHICH exmercenary promptly responded “Hey guys why dont we just cut it out cuz its trivial” and yeah I said sorry and I stopped doin it on the chat and just kept the shit on my blog. However,

So let me get this straight. They will stick up for somebody over fictional ass shit that really don’t matter at the fuckin end of the day but when it comes to REAL LIFE shit like racism that ACTUALLY effects my life and the lives of people who AREN’T them , they be like “you know what imma just shut my mouth :)” BITCH SHUT YOUR MOUTH UP FOR EVERY FUCKING THING THEN!!! You fake as fuck for that for real. You may as well never stick up for any fucking body ever in your fucking life ever AGAIN. You fuckin fired my nigga. Talkin bout how ghetto Guts is your favorite thing when you don’t even like rap or cornrows on Casca or nothin you tired as the FUCK. You sleep as the FUCK. That’s what the real GAG is bro. THAT’S the joke. How can ya’ll say that ya’ll are ADULTS when you literally chose a fictional character over RACISM.

And what the FUCK is this?

“Ghettofying Tumblr pages wasn’t funny for her”????? Yknow Rosie goin on and on about the stereotypes that fuckin White people “suffer”. Oh God how sad, Janice, damn Stacy, it’s real for you I feel for you Brittney, damn I’m fucking CR Y I N G . Can a Russian accent get them killed for being Black ?????? Does being White get them thrown in jail based on the color of their skin????? Now I understand Latinos and Hispanics go through bullshit too, but it’s too fucking bad that Rosie expects me to be a spineless little piece of shit in the face of people who think it’s okay to make fun of my culture just because she suggest that she is, just because other groups of people go through the same thing when I was the ONLY Black girl going through this shit in THAT fuckin chat room last time I checked. Listen here, if you’re not offended when people make jokes about your people and your culture and your language fucking GOOD FOR YOU for being a yes man for these fuckin losers. I’m not the one unfortunately.

At the end of the day, this is what happened and it aged the fuck outta me. I had to let this shit go. I chose not to spend time educating nobody on anything because this shit was made for the people who already know what’s up. Do with this shit what you will. I’m so fuckin done and tired man. Tired of this shit.

#outoflove #truly out of love #berserk #racism #bitch i am done #call out post

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