#ding ding i'm gonna delete this in a few

[getsojaded]

you don't go to parties iii | calum hood

a/n: I DID IT GUYS R U PROUD OF ME

i was in a bigggg writing funk before this and i’m glad i got it done. sorry for making u guys wait so terribly long for it. i love u

warnings: calum hood x she/her reader, lowercase intended, calum's a mess (slight alcohol tw) angst happy ending

—

calum ghosted himself from everybody since that encounter with him, y/n, and his bandmates.

the other three boys tried their absolute hardest to get a word out of him, making endless phone calls, sending texts every ten minutes, and they even tried knocking at his door. calum ignored all of them, and gradually, it all just stopped.

he didn't really know what to do with himself. he had been so used to an environment full of so many people around him, and now? only having, himself, his dog and a few guitars? this felt new to him.

he also hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since him and the boys' fight.

looking back at it, calum knows he might have not reacted in the best way possible. he was angry, he really was. seeing his ex-girlfriend leave michael's house with all three of his bestfriends there was almost the last thing he expected to see, and it took him aback. but he knows he had no right to start yelling at all of them.

he's tried reaching out. in calum's head, luke seems like he would be the easiest to talk to – they've known each other since they were sixteen ; they tell each other everything. so why couldn't calum just muster up some courage and call him? text him, even?

as he sits at his couch with his phone in his hands, he looks at the message he's typed out.

hey guys, i know this is kind of out of the blue but i wanted to say sorry to you guys in person. i did some really fucked up shit and i know you guys were just looking out for me. do you think we could all meet up?

he deletes it before laying on the couch and going to bed.

—

initially, calum's woken up by a ding!, indicating somebody's texted him. slightly suprised, but not awake enough to care, he ignores it and attempts to go back to sleep. that happens to be unsuccessful as his phone starts ringing.

sitting up from the couch slightly annoyed, he picks up the phone and rubs his eyes. "hello?" calum groans.

"calum?" a slurred voice rings through his ears, and that's all it takes for him to jump back into full consciousness. "calum! you answered!" y/n happily exclaims through the phone, and he already knows she's had something to drink.

"are you okay, y/n?" calum softly asks while he walks to his bedroom.

"i'm okay! i'm at the bar alone and i had a few shots, and i started thinking about you. the boys told me that they haven't heard from you in about a week or so, and i didn't contact you because i was scared i was gonna make it worse. but i was thinking about you and i got really worried, so i called you to make sure you're okay," y/n rambles, sighing as she finishes closing her tab, picking up her bag from the table and walking towards the exit.

"you're – you're alone?" calum asks, concern laced in his voice and his face although she can't see it. "yeah, i'm just about to leave. anyways, thanks for answering. i'm glad to hear you're okay-"

"y/n i swear to god if you end this phone call right now," calum sternly tells her in response, picking up his keys and making his way to his front door. "where are you?"

"you know where i am," y/n responds softly. "you have to know where i am."

calum stops in his tracks for a brief moment before fully understanding what she means by that.

"stay there, please. i'm on my way."

—

she's sitting on the side of the pavement, a cig in her hand while she waits for him to get there. she doesn't smoke very often, but when she does, she knows her emotions are taking over.

after y/n heard from michael that calum hasn't spoken to him or the other boys in over a week, she started to feel stressed out. was the slight fallout between all of them her fault? should she have hung out that one day with michael, and maybe everything would have been okay?

she's clouded in her own thoughts, a hand on her head while she takes the last hit of her cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with the heel of her shoe. headlights start to approach her, and from the car model, she already knows that it's calum.

she gets up and lightly brushes off her body before walking towards his car. calum quickly puts his car in park before rushing over to y/n and helping her into the passengers seat of the car.

"hi calum! good to see you." y/n tells him with a lazy smile on her face, looking up at him. the happy feeling is not reciprocated, as he looks at her with a nonchalant face and nodding to adress her.

he's back in the drivers seat, putting the car back in drive when she starts to speak up again. "are you mad at me?"y/n asks softly, playing with her fingers and not making eye contact.

"i'm not mad," calum starts. "i'm just, a little disappointed. you know better than to go out alone. you know that's not safe. i was just worried about you." he breathes out heavily, focusing on the road.

"that's not what i'm talking about, y/n responds, looking at him with a sad smile. "i'm asking if you're mad at me for seeing michael, luke and ashton. i'm asking you if you're mad at me for.. for leaving you."

"y/n, i don't know if we should be talking about this, at least right now we shouldn't..." calum trails off, closing his eyes for a split second.

"you can tell me the truth, cal. you can hate me."

he looks to his right, just to see her face for just a second, and she sees her looking at him with watery eyes and a small frown. she's on the verge of tears, and he can't let that happen.

taking his right hand off the wheel and reaching for her hand, he grabs it and intertwines it with his, his thumb rubbing against the base of her thumb.

"i don't, y/n. i don't hate you. don't think i ever could."

she nods silently, and the conversation comes to an end before calum reaches her house. he exits his side and opens y/n's car door to walk her to her front door.

“thanks for helping me get home,” y/n whispers to the boy helping her stand up while he takes out her keys from her purse. not saying anything, calum unlocks the door and walks the both of them inside, shutting it behind him and helping her take off her shoes.

she’s in her change of clothes and the two of them are sitting next to each other when calum asks, “why did you go to the bar tonight?” y/n’s still kind of out of it, and she can’t quite yet process the entirety of her situation. so while she’s sitting on the edge of her bed next to calum, she does what she feels is best — pour her heart out.

“i told you earlier, i’ve been thinking about you. i’m worried about you cal.. i have been even before you stopped talking to your best friends. i know how you’ve been acting, partying and all. and i guess… i guess like i feel that it’s my fault? i never gave you a chance? i just, i just kind of got up and left without telling you.. i shouldn’t have done that. and now, the first time we talk to each other in months is a result of me getting too drunk needing help… you hurt me a lot but i didn’t realize how much i hurt you.. and i’m sorry. it’s long overdue but, i’m really sorry. if i could go back and do it over again i would.”

calum’s glassy eyes meet her sad ones as she shoots him a small smile. “please don’t be mad at them,” she finishes, talking about luke, michael and ashton. “they love you so much, and they want what’s best for you. they’re worried about you, just like how i am.” she takes her hand and gently cups calum’s face, leaning her forehead against his.

“you did nothing wrong,” he breathes out, his voice shaky. “nothing was your fault, y/n. i promise.” he can’t have this conversation. not yet. not while the girl in front of him isn’t sober, and not while his thoughts aren’t collected properly. hell, y/n might not even remember this the next day.

“y/n, i have to go. i’ll text you tomorrow to ask how you’re feeling.” calum states, getting up from y/n’s bed and beginning to leave, but she stops him by grabbing his hand. “no, it’s late. i made you pick me up. the least i could do is let you stay here,” she pleads softly, holding her grip on his hand tighter. “please don’t go.”

and while calum knows he shouldn’t do it, he sighs and enters the bed in the empty space that drunk y/n made for him. he makes sure to leave a good amount of space between the two, even if it means he's on the verge of falling of the bed.

calum's doing everything in his power to what felt like for once, to do the right thing. he's hurt her one, two, three many times before and he feels like he's walking on eggshells in this moment.

his back is facing hers and yet he still can't sleep. he can't stop thinking of all the mistakes he's made and how much pain he's caused to the one girl he's only truly loved. he also thinks about his bandmates, his brothers. how could he have acted so recklessly towards them? he knows that he knows better, and yet he still didn't show it.

despite his better judgement, calum turns around to face y/n, out like a light. she looks comfortable – she looks at peace. calum subconsciously forms a small smile, and moves the few hairs out of her face.

and in this moment, he vowed to do better. be better. not only for her, but his bestfriends, and himself.

—

he’s surprised when he sees the caller id pop up on his phone. not only that, but he’s kind of scared as well. after not talking to him for what felt like the longest they’ve ever gone without doing such, how do you approach the conversation?

luke picks up calum’s call on the third ring. “hey, cal,” he begins. “luke, i know i have a lot to explain and i just wanted to say that i’m sorry. but i think it’s better if i come talk to you in person, do you think we could do that today?” calum asks.

“i’ll be at your place in ten minutes.” and with that, luke’s out the door.

—

“you look like you haven’t gotten any sleep.” luke states the second calum opens the door for him. “i haven’t. i also haven’t changed my clothes in 3 days,” he responds, gesturing to the black hoodie and grey sweatpants he has on.

the two take a seat on the couch across from each other before calum cuts right to the chase: “i stayed at y/n’s house last night.”

luke looks shocked when the words leave his mouth, “what? how? why?”

“she called me, and she was at the bar alone. she said she was just leaving and that she called me to tell me she was thinking of me, but i couldn’t just let her get home alone so i drove to her and dropped her off. and she was saying… she was saying how she feels like it’s her fault i acted the way i did after our breakup. and, that if she could ‘do it all over again’ she would. i tried telling her nothing is her fault, but i don’t know if she took it. then she asked me to stay the night, and i did,”

“what’s the matter, cal? why did you not want to talk to us? what’s going on?”

it’s evident that luke’s concerned, and it’s written all over his face. he looks almost scared ; scared for his best friend — his brother who he loves so much.

“luke, i don’t know,” calum’s voice breaks, looking at him. “i saw you guys with y/n and it just - i just raged. i’ve never felt so mad in my life and i can’t blame anyone for it but me. and then seeing y/n act the way i did - do, i realized that the stress and hurt i was feeling was something that you guys were feeling about me, if not even worse. i didn't realize that i was ruining my life. with all the parties i threw and went to, all the fucking alcohol, i saw it as my way only out. but it wasn’t. it changed me, and for the worse. i’m so sorry, luke. i’m so sorry to you, and ash, and mike. i’ll apologize for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes,” tears are running down the both of their faces as luke pulls him in for a hug.

“it’s okay, cal. it’s okay. we know you’re in a tough spot, and we’re here to help you. we were just worried. we all are.” luke reassures calum as he sobs into his arms.

"i need- i need to call ashton and michael. tell them i'm sorry. i need to-" "hey, hey, don't worry. i'll tell them to come here. it's okay cal, we'll all be okay. don't worry." luke cuts him off, pulling away and walking towards the kitchen.

"hey, i know it's kind of early, but somebody's here to see us. and it's important, so you might wanna get here fast."

within 15 minutes both boys opened luke's front door, to be greated by their teary eyed bandmate. they're already struggling to contain their emotions, and they all pull calum into a group hug. countless confessions, apologies, and tears are shared, and at the end of it, all four boys are certain of one thing:

that it's gonna be okay.

–

calum doesn't receive a call from y/n until the evening.

she's nervous, she's so fucking nervous; she could barely click his phone number. she's worried and embarassed and all around scared. she barely even knows what she's going to say to him.

"hello?"

"hi." she simpy responds, breathing in deeply. "sorry for not calling you sooner, i just finished my shift. and, thank you for helping me last night. i know it was out of your way."

"don't apologize, it's alright. and it was no problem, i'm just glad you ended up home safe."

there's silence on both ends before y/n speaks up again. "are you busy right now? do you think, do you- can i come over?"

"oh i- oh yeah totally, for sure." what the fuck. calum feels like a thirteen year old boy talking to his middle school crush for the first time with the way he's stumbling across his words.

"okay, see you." and y/n abruptly ends the phone call before rushing out of her house.

calum's sitting and fidgeting with his hands when y/n knocks on his door. slowly walking towards and opening it, he's greeted by the girl with a small smile on her face, wearing pyjamas and one of his old tour hoodies. "hi."

"hi, come in," he holds the door for her and she walks inside, kicking off her shoes, then following calum into the kitchen where he's grabbing two glasses. "want a drink?" he asks, her nodding in response before filling the glasses with water.

"i know you're probably wondering why i asked to come over," she starts, taking a big gulp from her glass. "and honestly, i'm kind of, uh, scared. nervous. but i know we needed to talk, about a lot of things. about us. about, everything really. and, i don't know if i'll ever be brave enough to say this again."

calum can almost feel the nerves radiating from y/n. to calm her down, he walks towards her and takes a seat next to her on the island, lightly placing his hand on top of hers before gesturing her to continue.

"i.. i know i shouldn't have left the way i did. i left you with nothing. no note, no 'goodbye', no anything. and i've regretted it ever since." she confesses, closing her eyes.

calum turns to face y/n, sadness planted on his face. "i understand why you did. i fucked up, beyond compare.. and, you did what you felt was best." this was gonna be a hard conversation to have. "yesterday.. you said, that if you could do it all over again, you would have. what do you mean by that? our relationship? or?"

"no, i meant, the end of it. we didn't even have a breakup – i just took my shit and left. i should've given you a chance to explain, have a fucking conversation like adults and instead i just, i was a coward! i just fucking left you. how could i have done that?!" y/n's visibly starting to get upset, tears forming from her eyes as she tries to continue. "and then i kept hearing what you were doing, and i couldn't help but feel like i'm the one to blame for that. maybe things would have gone better if i just, let you say something, anything to me. but i didn't. and for that, i am so, so sorry. i'll never be able to apologize enough for that."

calum's about to speak up, to tell her that nothing was her fault, that she shouldn't have to apologize, but she keeps going. "and then, at michael's house. i never meant to hurt you. they were just, looking out for you and they wanted me to try and help you. when you came over and i saw the look on your face, i-i felt even more guilty, and then.. and then mike told me you went m.i.a on them, and i just - it's all my fucking fault, isn't it cal?"

y/n's in hysterics by the end of her sentence, and calum can't stand to see the sight of her in pain because of him again. he pulls her into his arms, stroking her hair while he whispers everything from no, no it's not to it's okay.

"it's not your fault, i promise, y/n, it's not," he tries to reassure her. "we both made a mistake. everything i did.. the way i acted, it's on me," calum whispers, holding her tighter, hoping that would help take all her pain away.

"i'm sorry i never realized i was leaving you behind. you're the most important person to me, and the one thing i thought i'd never do was hurt you. but that's exactly what i did. and for that.. i'm not sure i'll ever forgive myself. i lost the one thing i thought that i would have for the rest of my life, and there's nobody to blame for that but myself. not you. it was never you." calum confesses, his throat tightening up as he prepares to cry for what felt like the hundreth time that day.

she pulls away slightly, her broken, tear-stained eyes facing his soft brown ones. "i care, so fucking much about you. and knowing you were upset, and turning to alcohol, i just... i love you calum, okay? i'm not sure i'll ever feel the same way about anyone the way i did with you. i've been so fucking scared because i can't stand the thought of anything bad happening to you and i, i'm sorry cal. i'm sorry i wasn't there for you."

"no, y/n, please stop apologizing. i'm sorry that i wasn't there for you."

the pair let their emotions get the best of them, holding each other as fucking tight as they possibly could while sobs come out from the both of them. there was so many things left unsaid, and letting it all out – they both needed this. they needed each other.

calum thought that he'd never wound up in this position - doing everything in his power to reassure y/n that it's not her fault.

“i’m going to do better, okay y/n?” he quietly says to her, slightly pulling away from the embrace, taking her hand and intertwining it with hers. “i’m done with this shit, i promise. it’s not good for me - it never was. and i’m so sorry. for leaving you in the dust, and for making you worry. it’s not happening again. never again.” calum places a soft kiss to her hand while y/n wipes away her tears with her free hand. she nods in response, closing her eyes and leaning into his shoulder. she’s exhausted, but she’s happy they had the conversation. yeah, it might have resulted in choked sobs bouncing off every wall in the house, but’s it off her chest. it’s off his chest too. they’ve said everything they need to say.

“thank you, for, hearing me out. thank you for your apology, and thank you for.. everything.” y/n says to him, placing a small kiss on his cheek, before beginning to walk towards the door, and calum grabs her wrist lightly to stop her. “wait, you’re going?”

“yeah, what else would i do?”

calum’s so scared to ask this question, and he doesn’t know what answer to expect from her. but if he lets her walk out that door, he’s not sure if he’ll ever get the chance to ask her again.

“where does this leave us?”

“i don’t.. i don’t know,” she replies, as calum grabs her waist. “where do you want it to be?”

“i want it to be you and i.” he confesses. “what about you?”

“i’ve always wanted it to be you and i.” smiles creep up on both their faces, and y/n lets out a sigh. “but, things have changed and, and, i can’t just pretend like the past didn’t happen..” she trails off, a frown forming on her face.

she can leave again. she can leave, and he won’t be upset. but, calum has a chance at making everything right. with his friends, and with her. and quite frankly, y/n knows in her heart, she doesn’t want to leave either.

“sleep on it. stay the night with me. in the morning, if you don’t feel right about this, you can leave and i’ll forever be thankful we had this talk. if we hadn’t, who knows how’d i continue to act. and if you feel even the slightest bit right about this, i promise, i will never let myself hurt you again.”

as y/n looks into calum’s brown eyes, she sees a glimpse of hope lingering in them. and for once, she feels the hope between the two of them as well. relationships are bound to go through rough patches, and it’s safe to say that the two of them didn’t handle them in the best way. she knows calum. and when calum hood is determined to fix something, anything, he’ll do everything in his power to fix it.

so she grabs his hand and the two of them make their way upstairs, climbing into bed and falling asleep almost instantly.

and when calum wakes up to the girl he loves playing with his hair and kissing his forehead, he smiles, and makes another promise to himself: to never let her think she’s anything less than a stupid party.

[boba-beom]

DING DING DING! congrats! you are correct!

it's one way for me to socialize with you guys because of

(1) how fast you guys are speaking in discord (ngl i kinda feel left out a lot of times) especially with me waking up to find 200-1000 comments that i have to mute the group chat worrying about my phone battery

(2) how i live on the other side of the world so i can't to you guys as much without losing sleep.

other than that, i hope you learn more about me.

also, me only using youtube and tumblr as my social media platforms is because of the bad relationship i had with others social media platforms. i don't use tiktok at all because of the oversaturation and seeing people around me obsessing about tiktok challenges that it turns me off from joining. i also quit instagram because i use to compare myself with others, even with my friend circle. i also have other social medias like snapchat, facebook, and others i couldn't think about but deleted it because i don't use them anymore, while i used to be active on kpop stan twt before the toxicity comes to me but i still own it because it relates to the monthly minecraft event that i watched lmao. so i delete social media to detox myself and delete myself form the internet as best as i could so that people could only find me based on my internet persona.

i am back on instagram but purely so that i could open a portfolio page for the gfx designs i made for my hellsite fics and others...

do you have any leftover questions you want me to answer???

p.s. hope you're having fun with the cloudbusting fic you're planning. ngl i didn't think you'll be doing it for real hehe

-🐝

WHOOP I knew my inkling was right! it wouldn't leave me :>

I understand and I'm sorry about that :< I know the group chat blows up so much and time zones are difficult but we do love having you there when you come on! <3

I have definitely learnt a lot about you , considering we have a google spread with all the hits you gave us collectively hehe I get where you're coming from in terms of social media and I think if that's what helps and is better for you then it that's good, you know? I had a social media detox at one point too with only tumblr being my only social but I've been alright everywhere, I just usually dip after I go on it. sometimes social media isn't for everything so I understand!

no question actually, but I just wanna say that you answering your own anon ask threw me off because that was the only thing that held me back from not suspecting you hehe it was fun nonetheless!

I just can't believe that I was super late to catch on that bee is in beabadoobee T^T things came to pretty late because I was busy with family, friends and packing the past week but literally the other night I managed to give myself time to search, link and piece together these things :> it was fun honestly, really pieced these things at 2AM hehe

OMG so I watched palm springs and it's interesting, I just don't know if I would make a long fic based on the movie, a short scenario from the movie (like when the song comes on, but idk how I would write about that without writing a long fic) or I'll just listen to the song and figure out what scenario to write about, but from listening to it a few times it does sound dreamy. still just gonna think of a scenario :> I'll figure it out ^^

thanks again lissie it was fun getting to interact with you this way! just know that you're very much loved in the gc! and in general, you're amazing and so are your works, it's an acquired taste <3

[romandaandromeda]

i think i know what i'm gonna do for kimura in the azumanga project

unfortunately he is a character with some impact on the story i guess (as much of an impact as a damn cup of water)

however, i don't like him (obviously)

but i've thought of a way to put him in the series without having to deal with writing his "funny" lines

it goes something like this:

- kimura introduced (definitely during episode 1)

- tomo asks that infamous question

- wait for it.... (yes, mars bringer of war will be his sting along with dance of the knights)

boom, reducing him to a seconds long gag for every time he has to appear!

and whenever he has to be on screen for more than a few seconds (say, the episode with all the swimming shenanigans n stuff) then i'll find a way to get rid of him for the rest of the episode (like just straight up deleting him or doing that "hit right into the sky, star ding" thing)

and i guess for all of those kimura defenders out there....

i could literally care less if he is a good man when he ain't doing his weirdo schtick i cannot stand him at all because of how prevalent he is whenever he is part of the biggest losers of the day, i have my boundaries and you have yours, let's just accept we have different opinions on this character

anyways........ azumanga AIUI episode zero: very short movie coming out in april im hoping

[min3nc]

i have absolutely no idea what i was dreaming about but apparently it was about a videogame and im gonna write some ideas i managaded to keep on my mind when i got up and walked to the computer

-the main protagonist is a one in a trillion chance kinda guy, not because theyre special in the way they are, but because they actually like, an identical twin and albino and has got green eyes etc etc. also, they’re super unlucky

-the twin in question is out of the picture until the end. you’ll know why

-You were with your sibling camping, and you got there after talking to your twin, and they say how tired they are and fall asleep against a cabin with a door in front of them while you decide to stay up while your sibling sleeps. they must be tired. remember the door.

-you fall asleep eventually, and you wake up in a world full of blue. the sky seems to be covered in a dome of what looks like to be leaves. if you look harder you can spot what seems to be a tree’s trunk rising from somwhere.

-a little girl of blue hair follows you around and keeps you company. she fills you in on what’s going on in the world after calling you a weirdo for not knowing what’s going on. she’s nice after that, though she sometimes disappears out of nowhere and appears at random times. you like her regardless

-apparently the words has been enclosed on these blue leaves that serve as an asmotpshere after this particular zone got sucked in a worm hole. a one in a trillion occurrence.

-because of that the land around you got frozen in time while some others didn’t, and you were asleep for like actually a few hundred years. your sibling is still asleep

-so you get out and travel this zone of land that’s apparently settled in space’s country Nowhere and people call it No Man’s land (fuck you no man’s sky) and there’s cities and since some where frozen in time some look to be in different time spaces than others. some are cowboys. some are trying to stay as ‘’contemporary’’ as they can. some are just pirates because of course you decided to go camping near a lake.

-the blue girl is kinda hated? you don’t know why someone would hate this 4′8 girl that looks to be around 7 and is smarter than what you would think of a girl her age.

-you meet a lot of people, and you decide they are all kinda messed up. Depression is a normal thing around here, since there’s a lot of people who are either survivors of the worming holing thingy

-physics got kind of fucked up when you slept inside that weird place, so you can freeze time. hooray. also, you can listen to people’s thoughts whenever you do that. there’s some pretty fucked up people around here and it’s kinda scary. not so hooray.

-after a while you meet people, and you make friends, maybe romance some idiots. blue girl becomes like your daughter.

-and then of course when you make connections here and you have a mortgage and close friends, you get the news of one of your many good friends about a worm hole being about to open again.

-it was a miracle for the local scientists to have been able to detect that, and to be able to pinpoint where it was going to happen.

-the cabin where your twin was still sleeping.

-and there’s little to no time to get there because of course everyone wants to either get out of here or stop people from destroying the society they had built on No Man’s land.

-it’s a race to there for everyone. except you. of course you have plenty of time.

-so you turn your superpower, and you take your time to get to that cabin because the guilt of having forgotten about your twin is eating you up

-but it wasn’t like they were really close to you. you vaguely remember them when you were kids and you were just now trying to reconnect. they were very depressed and this camping trip was your idea. they, for once, seemed to light up and agreed

-they spent a few hours looking around the place and sometimes looked into the horizon wistfully. 

-back to No Man’s land, you’re walking among the people who wanted to get out of there. Your superpower is on, and you can listen how desperate they are to get out or try to keep someone from leaving the place, a husband, a sister, a dear friend. you even see some of the people you befriended along the way, running, and maybe you stop and your hands linger around them. and you get a look of the world from their eyes. you feel even more guilty after seeing their reasons to leave, and you consider stopping using your power. maybe if you see your lover, you drop the idea of leaving completely.

-but you don’t. not this time around

-you keep walking until you’re near the cabin.

-then she appears. your daughter. and you feel guilty to having forgotten about her.

-you don’t hear her thoughts because she’s not frozen in time. you double check and find everything else is still frozen, everything but her.

-’’i thought you loved me? ‘’ and you’re speechless. of course you love her. you propose she comes with you

-’’ i cant leave this place. ‘’ and you see her disappear in a pool of leaves. and you see her reappear out of a pool of leaves. ‘’i’m the tree, and i can live [she pronounces it kind of like leaf] forever. you do too. don’t you wanna stay with me?’’

-you consider dropping the power.

-if you do, you kneel down and hug her. everything around you starts moving. you can hear people running your way, and before they appear on your line of sight, you see the cabin disappear.

-if you don’t, you mutter a sorry, and you walk inside.

-everything is like you remember it was before leaving.

-your sibling is still sleeping in front of a door, and the door emits an eerie light. you’ve gotta decide if you wake them up or walk past them.

-waking them up means you have to turn off your superpower and they get to go first, because you’re still feeling guilty, and you think it should be fair for them to get out of this hole first.

-you try to wake them up, and you can hear the people coming your way. you decide to take your sibling and throw them into the room where the eerie light came from, and they disappear into thin air. then, you enter the room

-and nothing happens. 

-you hear how people are coming your way, and you find yourself unable to freeze time.

-you hear your daughter’s voice, and when you see people in front of you, holding onto the doorframe, you panic. And then everything freezes.

-you’re left to wander a frozen in time No Man’s land, where only your daughter walks among you and the only voices you can hear that are not her are the ones from the people you’ve frozen as they painfully come to realize time isn’t moving and they can’t do anything against it.

-if you don’t wake them up and it’s you the one who walks inside the room, you go through the worm hole. and you get thrown into your childhood home, and your sibling is there.

-until your mom comes and she calls you by your sibling’s name, and them by yours.

-you can’t tell her she’s wrong. you can’t speak that well, you’re a kid right now.

-memories fade as you grow up, and you get some flashes sometimes of a life that used to be yours, and you can’t help but feel sad and out of place. you get depressed.

-until your sibling suggests you go camping. you really liked that tree that had blueish leaves, and you had a perfect view of it from the cabin your sibling had rented for you two to spend the night in.

-and then you take a nap. and you wake up as a child, once again.

[reidsahacker]

Welcome Home ;) pt.1

vinnie comes home from his week long business trip in new york to a very needy y/n.

words: 849

warnings: daddy kink, reader is a brat, masturbation (fem), degrading, semi phone sex. (let me know if i missed anything)

hi, sorry for not posting for so long. heres pt. 1 though. k bye luv u all! <3

vinnie has been in new york for a week, today he is finally coming home. the first couple days were okay, you missed him but it was manageable. the third and the fourth day were tough, you were starting to feel the throb in between your legs. the fifth day is the day you started to get needy, so needy that you started to tease vinnie. you knew it would get you in some trouble when he got home but it's nothing compared to what your actions on day six were about to get you.

you wake up this morning and lay in bed trying to subside the the throbbing in your core. vinnie comes home in a day and that is the only thing stopping you from getting yourself off. last night you decided to tease vinnie while on the phone, hoping it would get you something. all it got you was a light scolding about how you need to "quit being so needy" and "good girls wait patiently."

you roll over and grab your phone deciding to text vinnie. you click on his contact in your messages and type out a lil good morning text but before you send it you get an idea. you delete the message and go to your camera. you're in just his t-shirt and some little panties. you slip one hand into your panties and snap a photo. then you flip the camera and take a picture of your hand up your shirt grabbing your tit. you go back into you twos messages and upload the photos.

y/n

i miss u baby :(

attachment : 2 images

you wait a few moments until you see the little read 9:23 am pop up. you wait a little longer but there is no message. it then hits you that he is going to leave you on read. you were about to just give up and start getting ready for the day but then the idea hits you.

you go back to your camera, slide it over to video and flip it. you slip your hand back into ur panties. you press record and start rubbing your clit in slow circles. you can't help the whimpers that leave your mouth as your hand speeds up a bit. "feels so good daddy, wish it was your fingers." you moan out slipping your fingers into ur entrance.

you stop the video and get ready to send it, you know as soon as you do there is no going back but if this is what it takes to get fucked good when he gets home then it's what it takes.

y/n

;)

attachment : 1 video

it sends and in less than 2 minutes the little grey bubble pops up indicating he's typing. the go away after a minute and that's when your phone starts ringing. vinnie wants to facetime. you answer the phone and instantly slip your hand back into your panties but the camera stays on your face. you start circling your clit right as the call connects.

"what the fuck do you think you are doing?" vinnie asks through gritted teeth.

"i'm doing what you won't do daddy, i have needs too." you whimper out speeding up your fingers as you feel your orgasm near. you see the look in his eyes change and you know you should stop but you can't you're so damn close.

"you're being a slut, you can't even go a week without something huh? always needs to get off." he says in a tone that sends chills down your spine.

"mm'youre slut though daddy, mm'gonna c-cum." you moan out, as you start to reach your high.

"yeah? you gonna make a mess baby?" he says in a sweet tone.

"mmhm gonna make a mess all ov-" you stop hearing the sound of the call ending. tears fill your eyes with frustration, you were so close and you know that you aren't going to get back to where you were. you pull your hands out of your panties right as you hear the familiar ding meaning you got a text.

vin<3

so did you make a mess bunny?

y/n

fuck u

vin<3

awe don't be like that bunny, u broke the rules not me.

you think about answering but decided against it, you know you're just making things worse on yourself but you still have a day before he is home. you get out of bed deciding a nice cold shower is what you need. you walk into the bathroom and connect your phone to the speaker and pick a playlist. you turn the water on and get undressed, once the water is to your desired temperature you get in.

once you are done you get out and wrap a towel around yourself, you grab another and start drying your hair. once your hair is dry, you grab your phone and open the bathroom door. you walk out while looking at your phone, not paying any attention to what's in front of you until he speaks up.

"hi bunny."

~~~~~

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[writeroutoftime]

fools rush in - chapter three

catch up: series masterlist

pairing: tom!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: now that you've agreed to be peter's fake girlfriend, the two of you now have to get to know each other - maybe peter isn't as bad as you thought

warnings: none

words: 1.6k

a/n: it's been almost TWO YEARS (😲) since I updated, but mamma mia, here we go again lol. in all honesty, I'm very excited to continue this series because my idea for it came for the end, and I can't wait to eventually write that scene!! please enjoy and let me know what you think - have a fabulous day!!

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The ding of the register, steam escaping from espresso machines, and a constant hum of New Yorkers bustling in and out is what created the warm atmosphere you loved so much about Jitters. It always was your go to coffee shop when you needed to calm your nerves, helping slightly as you drummed your fingers against the table waiting to hear from Peter. Every few seconds you glanced between the door and your phone, hoping to finally see your newly acquired, fake boyfriend.

When your phone finally buzzed, you felt a smile tug, instinctually, at your lips over the thought of finally getting word form Peter. What you found, however, quickly caused that smile to morph into a scowl of disgust. Your hands shook slightly as you fought the urge to toss your phone across the room.

Baby, I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you.

The text was from your ex-boyfriend who had cheated on you for two months before you found out, and now tried to grovel at your feet because his ass had been dumped by the other girl. Your grip tightened on your phone as you held it up at eye level ready to send a text before you decided against it, deleted his message, and then set your phone down with an exaggerated sigh.

“Everything alright?” a voice asked, and you looked up in shock.

Peter stood in front of you, awkwardly, as though he wasn’t sure if it was alright for him to sit down. “Yeah, it’s just – never mind.” you told him and motioned to the chair across from you.

“Actually, I was gonna grab a coffee first. Do you want one?” he asked.

“I don’t like coffee.” you snapped and immediately felt guilty. It wasn’t Peter’s fault your ex was such an asshole. “I like tea.” you offered, gentler. “I guess that’s something two people in a relationship should know about each other.”

Peter nodded and returned a few minutes later with two steaming beverages that he set on the table before taking the seat across from you. “One tea for you, and one coffee with two creams and four sugars for me.”

“Alright,” you began. “we have five days to pretend like we’re one of those lovey-dovey couples, so I’ve made flashcards.” you said, highlighting your point by pulling a thick stack of notecards from your bag and placing them on the table between you and Peter.

“Flashcards?”

Ignoring Peter’s comment, you began to separate them into two piles and pulled out a pen as well. “This pile is mine that I’ve finished,” you indicated, pointing towards one half of the stack. “and you can fill these ones out about you.” you instructed.

“Do you really think we need flashcards?” Peter asked, flipping through them hesitantly.

“Well what do you suggest?” you asked defensively, arms crossed across your chest.

Peter couldn’t help the small smile that was on his lips over your behavior; it was just the way you were in class. Focus, determined, and highly logical. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate your effort, but this wasn’t some experiment or a final the two of you were studying for. If this was going to look real to Tony and the rest of the Avengers, it needed to be as organic as possible.

“We could just talk.” Peter offered shrugging his shoulders.

Running your hand across your face, you nodded reluctantly. “So, what’s your favorite color?” you asked, not sure where to start.

“Wow.” Peter said, trying to stifle a laugh.

“What?” you asked, indignantly. “Isn’t this what you want? To “talk” to get to know each other.” you pushed, feeling close to backing out on the deal and storming away.

At your words, Peter ceased laughing, appreciating the fact that you were at least trying things the way he had suggested. “You’re right, and I’m sorry.” he apologized. “And my favorite is color is red. What about you?”

“y/f/c” you responded quietly, almost embarrassed that you weren’t better at getting to know a person.

Slowly, over the course of the afternoon, you and Peter began to open up to the other and got a steady flow of conversation going. Of course, nothing was overly deep – just the basics. Favorite this and that, where you had grown up, who was in your family. A few drinks later, Peter suggested that the two of you take a walk around the local park.

Walking around the park, you were extremely conscious of how close your hand was to Peter’s, but you couldn’t help but admire his smile as he took in everything around him. It wasn’t often that you saw Peter outside of the classroom but watching as he cooed over little kids and asked to pet strangers’ dogs was a nice change of pace. Perhaps, in a different universe, the two of you could be close friends.

“So, you're close with your aunt?” you asked, wanting to know more about the women that Peter had praised highly back in the café.

Another smile crossed his features, as though he was incapable of feeling any other way. “Yeah, Aunt May’s the best.” he gushed. “She’s done so much fun me, and after losing my parents and my Uncle Ben, it’s really just been us against the world.” he explained, voice growing softer and more reflective.

There was a pang of your heart at the thought of how much sadness Peter had experienced at such a young age, but somehow he had found the strength to preserve. “She sounds amazing, Peter. She must be if she raised someone as great as you.” you told him, honestly.

Peter was taken aback by your compliment, nodding his head in thanks. A moment of silence washed over the two of you, but instead of feeling awkward and unwelcomed, it felt oddly natural. The spell didn’t last long, though, as Peter quickly spotted an ice cream stand a little ways away. “Come on! Let me buy you an ice cream before you have to go.” Peter offered.

“Oh no, you really don’t have to do that, Peter.” you tried to tell him, but it fell on deaf ears, seeing that Peter was already halfway to his destination.

“I know I didn’t have to – I wanted to.” Peter told you, handing you your sweet treat. “I’ll walk you to your subway station.” he said like a true gentleman, gesturing for you to lead the way.

As you stood on the platform, waiting for your train, you found yourself rocking on the ball of your heels, unsure how to end the day. It had been much more pleasant than you had expected. Maybe this whole fake relationship ordeal wouldn’t be as hard as you thought. Before you could say anything that was on your mind, Peter had already swooped in, and you felt a soft, warm pair of lips brush against your cheek.

“I’ll, uh, see you soon, y/n.” Peter blurted out, quickly scurrying away, leaving you with a dopey grin, gently touching the spot his lips had touched your cheek.

oOoOo

Two days later, Peter walked into Professor Shelby’s class early and saw you in your normal seat, with no one else around you. He pulled something out of his backpack as he walked towards you and sat down with a smile. Before you could question why he was there, Peter set a stack of completed notecards in front of you. “Maybe these flashcards are kinda useful.” he admitted.

A smile graced your features as you held the notecards in your hand, and your heart fluttered at the sweet gesture. “I’m glad you could see reason.” you teased.

“I mean now I know that you grew up in y/h/t with your family and that that your favorite musical artist is y/f/a.” he rattled off, quite proudly, proving that he had spent all last night studying.

As the rest of the class began to fill in, Peter stayed where he was and the two of you continue to talk. Even when your friends came to sit by you, Peter stayed, and you only offer them a quick hello. The entire class stared at the two of you very confused as to why you weren’t at each other’s throats to be the one to answer the question correctly. The only one to not be phased was Professor Shelby who observed the whole situation with a knowing smirk.

After class, Peter stayed by your side and the two of you began walking out in the commons together. “Ready for tonight?” Peter asked, his own nerves already starting to kick in.

“I think so.” you squeaked, nervously. Though your nerves were completely justified, seeing that in just a few short hours you would be meeting the Avengers. “I just have to go home and finish getting ready.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be great!” Peter reassured you, bumping his shoulder playfully against yours. “Oh wait, I almost forgot.” he said, pulling your attention back in. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

Sighing, Peter held out his hand. “Just give it to me. Please?”

Unlocking your phone, you handed it over to Peter, curiously watching what he was doing. Brows furrowed, you watched as Peter raised the phone up, offering a goofy grin as he took a picture of himself. Before you could question what on Earth he was doing, your phone had been returned to your hand. Tapping on your screen, a new lock screen picture appeared, and you grinned when you saw it was the one Peter had just taken. Leave it to Peter to think of every last little detail.

“Your turn.” Peter called, pulling his own phone out of his back pocket.

In shock, you held your hands up to your face to try and block his frame for a good picture, but Peter smiled and captured the moment anyway. Doing the same thing, he made the newly taken picture his own lockscreen background. Peter looked at the picture and grinned, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat seeing you so vulnerable, yet relaxed. That didn’t mean anything, right?

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[whockeywhore]

Skip Over It 13

"Still not feeling well?"

I shook my head and sat down across from Laura, reaching for the menu between us. She'd managed to drag me to a cafe down the street from the hotel for a hot breakfast.

"A good meal may help." She'd chirped this morning after her alarm went off.

"Didn't you say that about a good night's sleep? And the Nyquil you gave me on the plane?"

I knew she was trying to help but my body wasn't having it and I sank down in my chair. Everything I read as I scanned the page turned my stomach and I settled on dry toast and a glass of orange juice when the waitress came. I'd caught Laura up on what had happened between Dougie and I on the ride to the airport and she'd run interference between us all day yesterday. We sat in silence for a few minutes before she brought him up.

"Has he texted you?"

"Dunno. I didn't take it off of airplane mode." She raised an eyebrow and I answered her unasked question by sliding my phone across the table towards her. "Have at it."

She tapped in my password and I studied her face as she fiddled with it, eyes widening as the chime began going off. It dinged four, five, six times before I reached across to switch it to vibrate.

"Anything?" She held up a finger and I busied myself unwrapping a straw, careful to pull the wrapper off in one piece so I could make a crawling snake. I was folding it back and forth over and over when she reached out and put a hand on my arm. "What?"

"I... Chloe, I think you should talk to him."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"But his messages-"

"Delete them. I don't want to see 'em." She hesitated but seemed to oblige before handing the phone back to me. An uncomfortable silence hung heavy between us before I couldn't take it anymore. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"Whatever you're not saying. I can see it's killing you not to."

"He loves you."

I swallowed hard to quell the butterflies in my stomach and shook my head, frowning when she nodded. "Did he say that?"

"Well no, not outright. But he- oh my gosh." Her brow furrowed as she noticed something over my shoulder and I started to follow her gaze, stopping when she kicked me under the table. "Don't look."

"What? Why?"

"He's here."

My stomach sank even further and I dropped my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes for a long minute. I didn't think I had the bandwidth to handle anything at the moment and I silently prayed he'd leave without saying anything. A familiar laugh and a hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality and Justin dropped into the chair next to me.

"What's up, doc?" I forced a smile in his direction and he furrowed his brow. "You look like shit."

"I feel like it."

Laura swatted at him as Andrei joined us and I took another sip of my drink. Justin kept his eyes on me, studying me for a moment before he reached over to press the back of his hand to my head.

"You're warm. Are you sick?"

"Just tired." He started to say something but Andrei interrupted, mentioning something about another chair for the table. I took the chance to stand up, downing the rest of my juice as Dougie came over. "No need, take my seat."

The waitress was nearing and I pulled a five out of my wallet, dropping it on the table before I grabbed my two slices of toast. Laura started to speak but I shook my head.

"I'm gonna head back to the hotel and take a shower. I smell like the plane."

I turned and mumbled an apology as I bumped into him, ignoring the pang in my chest as I caught a whiff of his cologne. He reached out to help steady me and I brushed him off as I turned to go. The bright sun hit me in the face and I held a hand over my eyes the whole way back to the hotel, dragging my ass onto the elevator and then to our room. It was freezing cold and I pulled my sweatshirt hood up as I fell into bed.

My heart, as stupid as it may seem, was racing and I took a few minutes to breathe, to ground myself in the room. I counted down from five, listing things I could see, things I could hear, what I could smell and finally taste. Tension wreaked havoc on my shoulders and neck and my headache worsened as I tried to stretch it out.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I reached to pull it out, reading a text from Laura.

Are you okay?

I typed out a quick yes and went to set my phone on the nightstand but stopped when I saw his name on my phone. She hadn't deleted the messages and I swore under my breath as I started to, curiosity getting the best of me. There were about a dozen in total and I took a bite of toast as I started reading.

I'm sorry

Chloe, I'm sorry. I need to talk to you

Can we please talk?

There was a long break in between, the time we were in the air I assumed, before he'd sent me a few more back to back.

I'm sorry Chlo, I don't know how to fix this. I don't want this.

Can you please talk to me

I don't want this to end

I don't want to lose you

I read through the last two messages over and over before my eyes blurred with tears. It wasn't much but it was enough to wrack me with guilt and I stood, tossing my phone onto the bed. My body ached as I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped and leaned against the sink as the room filled with a thick steam. The door slammed and Laura called my name as she came in, knocking twice on the bathroom door.

"Chloe? Are you alright?"

I cleared my throat and mustered a clear voice as I answered her. "Yeah, just gonna take a shower."

She heard right through it and I could feel the sympathy in her voice as she acknowledged my answer. "I'm here if you need to talk."

"Thank you."

She seemed to leave it alone and I listened to the television turn on before I stepped into the shower. The water was scalding hot and I turned the nozzle towards the wall. The sound of water bouncing off of porcelain tile was loud and overwhelming and I finally let the tears come as I leaned back against the wall.

My heart hurt. My heart and my head and my body felt weighed down and I sat on the edge of the bathtub, dropping my head in my hands.

[maybeimamuppet]

day 5: sick day

day five yeeha!!! welcome to the first instance of ezzy stretching the prompt!!! for reasons of shskaksmsnakak.

once again!!! their ages don't matter. starting to realize this whole thing is maybe less useful than i thought. but eh. cady is ~25 and janis is ~26 but yet again!! do what you want.

tw for surgery (nothing major)

enjoy!!

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"Hey, baby," Janis greets as Cady returns home. "How was the dentist?"

Cady huffs crankily. "I have to get my wisdom teeth removed."

"Oh no," Janis says with half-fake sadness. High Cady is always a fun one, so she's excited, but having teeth pulled is never fun.

Cady sighs again. "You're not allowed to make fun of me. Or take videos. Or-"

"I won't! I promise," Janis says with a chuckle. "Well, I might take videos. But I won't send them to anyone until you're not loopy and tell me I can. I'll take care of you."

Cady considers this compromise. "Fine. But if I say anything super embarrassing you have to delete them."

"Okay," Janis agrees. "Pinky promise."

Cady giggles at that and hooks their pinkies together. "And you have to cuddle me all day after."

"I would've done that anyway."

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The next week finds them at the dentist yet again. Cady is in one of Janis' hoodies for comfort, and some cozy leggings. Even still, she looks terrified.

"Hey," Janis says gently, squeezing her hand as Cady's eyes dart frantically around the room. Cady looks at her, and seems to calm slightly as her focus narrows on her wife. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Cady says quietly, fiddling with the dental bib she already has on. Janis knows this isn't nothing, and simply waits for her to elaborate. "'M nervous."

"About what?"

"I dunno," Cady shrugs. "That it'll hurt, I guess."

"Makes sense," Janis nods. "You are about to be removed from your teeth. But you'll have a lot of drugs in your system, and we already have the prescription for your stuff after. And we have all that ice cream and stuff, and I'll take care of you. You'll be fine."

Cady looks at her thankfully and reaches for a hug. Janis protectively cuddles her on her lap until it's time, and continues holding her hand as Cady is put under anesthesia. She doesn't let go until Cady is wheeled away and she's led back to the waiting room to wait for her.

—————

"Hey, Peanut," Janis greets gently as Cady finally opens her eyes after her procedure. Cady looks to her and blinks at her oddly. "How you feeling?"

Cady pokes her tongue in and out of her mouth like a lizard. She tries to speak, slurring around the lingering anesthesia and cotton that's been stuffed into her mouth. "Mah tongue ith fuzzy."

Janis bites her lip so she doesn't laugh and nods. "That's normal, it'll go away in a few minutes."

Cady continues looking around her room, wiggling her toes as if she's just remembering she can control her limbs. Suddenly, she looks at Janis. She seems very upset. "Is the tooth fairy gonna visit me?"

"I'm sure she will," Janis nods. "You did lose some teeth."

"Where they go?" Cady grumbles, looking around for them. "Jaaanis. They-they stole... stole my teef."

"The doctor has them, they're cleaning them for you and then you'll get them back," Janis explains.

"My teef," Cady insists.

"Here's your teeth," Janis says as the doctor returns. The doctor hands over a small bottle with Cady's sanitized teeth in them. Cady takes it and shakes the bottle like a maraca. "See? There they are."

Cady suddenly starts trying to pry the bottle open. Janis gently takes her hands to stop her.

"Don't open it, baby."

"Puddem back," Cady demands of the doctor who's checking her vitals. "Need m' teef."

"You still have plenty," Janis chuckles. "These needed to come out."

"Jayjay?"

"Mmm?"

"Do I... still... have a tongue?"

"Yeah," Janis chuckles. "You get to keep that."

Cady seems content with this. "Mmkay." One of the monitors suddenly gives a sort of 'ping'. Cady echoes it with a mumbled, "Ding."

—-

The doctors clear Cady to go home once she can walk on her own steam. Janis gets her care instructions and takes her wife home. Cady requests to be carried across the parking lot, and Janis happily obliges.

"Weeee," Cady says happily, watching the world sway slightly as she clings to Janis.

"Having fun, baby?"

"Mm."

"Good."

"Janis?"

"Yeah?"

"They-they put... sheep. In me head. Little sheep."

"Those are cotton balls, angel," Janis laughs. She feels Cady reach to try to pull one out to show her. "No, leave them there. The sheep need to live there for a while."

Cady ponders this and nods. Janis sets her down outside the car and opens the door. Cady buckles herself in, and Janis passes over the ice cream they had bought yesterday once she's secure. Cady's brow furrows in concentration as she tries to read it.

Janis peeks over at her from time to time as she starts the drive home. Cady's still trying to read the pint. Janis looks at her when she hears a sniffle. "What happened?"

Cady points to the flavor. It's moose tracks, as she chose yesterday when they went shopping for recovery supplies. "They-they killed a m-moose? And they want-want me to eat it? A moose in my ice cream?"

"No, baby, no," Janis hushes, trying to seem sympathetic and hold back her laughter. "There's not a moose in there, I promise. That's just the name of the flavor, Butterfly."

"Oh." Cady sniffles. "The moose is okay?"

"Yeah, baby, they're all okay. You don't have to eat any moose," Janis comforts, squeezing her hand. Cady nods and finally opens her ice cream. Her hands shake slightly as she takes her spoon to it and digs in. She misses her mouth with the first bite, and it plops right back in to the container.

"Where me face?" Cady sighs, patting it with a hand as if checking to make sure it's still where she left it. "Found it."

"Good job. Make sure you don't lose it."

Cady nods seriously. "I got it."

Janis chuckles and continues driving. Cady is quiet for a long time, content to eat her ice cream and watch the world go by out the window. Janis looks over at her when they're stopped at a light.

"How are you feeling, Peanut?"

Cady turns to look at her; her cheeks sticky with melted ice cream and chocolate around her lips. Janis grins lovingly and passes over a few napkins.

"Help?" Cady asks, handing them back. Janis rolls her eyes affectionately and tenderly swipes the ice cream off Cady's face, chasing it with a sweet, gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby," Janis replies. "How are you feeling, though?"

"Dizzy," Cady replies, blinking at her oddly. "'N the sheep."

"We'll have you lie down when we get home, that'll help," Janis comforts. "We're almost there."

Cady nods again, seeming content with the events. Janis starts driving again when the light changes, and Cady watches out the windshield this time. She's quiet for a long time before she pipes up again. "Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"You... I love you," Cady stutters. "A looot. I don't... I don't... talk 'bout it. Enough. But I love you a looooooooot."

Janis looks at her briefly and takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I love you too, Cads. I love you so much."

"Really?" Cady asks eagerly. Janis chuckles and nods.

"I do. I don't talk about it enough either. But I love you a lot too."

"Whoa," Cady says happily, as if this is some sort of revelation. Janis kisses her knuckles, and continues holding her hand for the rest of their drive home.

————-

"Whoooooooa," Cady says in awe when she sees their Christmas tree. Janis turns the lights to it back on, and her eyes go somehow wider. "Whooooooooooa!"

Janis chuckles and comes to kiss her forehead. "Come here, you need to lie down."

Cady lets Janis tuck her in on the couch so she can still look at their beautiful tree. She nuzzles into her blankets and holds tightly to her stuffed lion. Elvira hops up onto her legs and sniffs around curiously, prompting Cady to look at Janis in shock.

"Jay. Tiny lion."

"That's the cat, Peanut."

"Tiny lion," Cady repeats quietly, looking curiously at Elvira. "Little lion. Baby lion. Small lion. Tiny lion."

Janis chuckles quietly and lets her keep going, heading to the kitchen to get Cady another snack. Cady eventually dares to pet Elvira, and Janis can faintly hear her singing a little song to herself.

"Soft and fuzzy, soft and fuzzy..." she hears a quiet yelp as Elvira either swipes at her or tries to bite, and then the song continues. "Sharp and pointy, sharp and pointy."

"Cads, do you want yogurt or soup?" Janis asks, laughing quietly. Cady still seems completely taken with the cat. "Caddy."

"Want sleep."

Janis nods and closes the fridge. Cady did eat a lot of ice cream on the way home, she's probably still full. "Okay, baby. Do you want to stay here or go nap in bed?"

"Want you," Cady sighs, rubbing her eyes. Janis feels her heart melt slightly. Cady doesn't fully seem to recognize her in this state, but she still knows they love each other, and that she's safe with Janis.

"Okay, come here," she says lovingly. "Hold onto your lions."

Cady gently holds to her stuffed animal and Elvira as Janis scoops her up bridal style and carries her to the bedroom. Cady pouts as Janis tucks her into her side of the bed, but brightens as she crawls in next to her.

"Owie," Cady says as she tries to rest her sore cheek against Janis' shoulder. She tries again in exactly the same place. "Owie."

"Don't rest on your side, Peanut," Janis says gently, lifting her wife's head up. "You need to keep your head elevated."

"Don't like elevators."

"No, like... keep it... hold on," Janis chuckles. She props herself up against the headboard and rests Cady's back against her chest. "How's that? Comfy?"

Cady wiggles for a second until she finds a good position, then nods. Janis smiles and starts stroking through the roots of her hair. Cady tips her head backwards to see her.

"You're so pretty," Cady says quietly. "Look at you." Janis smiles. "You're not looking."

"I can't look at myself, baby, I'm sorry."

"Then... I look for you," Cady says. Janis sees nothing but adoration in crystal blue eyes. They're still a little glassy as the result of the drugs, but she can tell Cady is looking at her with an impossible amount of love. "So pretty. You know you're so pretty? I love you. A lot. You're very soft. And strong. And pretty. You know that?"

"You're helping," Janis says quietly, kissing Cady's forehead. "A lot."

"So pretty. Soooo pretty," Cady continues. She repeats it more times than Janis can count, gradually growing quieter as her eyelids begin to flutter shut. Janis holds her close and listens to every one until Cady is finally asleep.

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"Good morning," Janis greets when Cady stirs many, many hours later. She enjoyed the cuddles, but regrets not having the foresight to use the bathroom before inviting her wife to pin her in place for several hours. "Feeling any better?"

"Teeth hurt," Cady huffs.

"You can take the gauze out now if you want," Janis offers. Cady does, and then opens and closes her mouth a few times to try to get some sensation back in her jaw.

"What did I do while I was high?" she asks quietly, followed by a gentle yawn.

"Want me to go in order?" Janis asks. Cady nods. "You asked me if the tooth fairy would come, then insisted that they had stolen your teeth. And then when the doctor gave them back to you you tried to open the bottle to put them back in."

"Oh god."

"Then on the way home you started crying because you thought they'd put a real moose in your ice cream," Janis says, biting her lip to contain more giggles. "Oh, and you wanted to know why you had 'sheep' in your mouth. And then we got you home and you just stared at the tree for, like, an hour."

"Oh god."

"And then you sang a little song to Ellie and we cuddled and then you took a nap."

"That's not... terrible, I guess," Cady sighs. Janis shakes her head.

"It was cute. You were so sweet, you just held on to me once they let you go."

"I trust you," Cady shrugs. "My mouth tastes like pillows."

"How do you have a frame of reference for that?" Janis laughs.

"Shut up," Cady whines. Janis pouts and pulls her back into a cuddle. Cady nuzzles into her neck with a whimper. "My mouth hurts."

"You can have some medicine now, it's been long enough. Come on," Janis says, kissing Cady's chapped lips and helping her up. Cady blinks at her pleadingly and reaches out again. "Fine, come here." Cady grins happily as she picks her back up and carries her to the kitchen. "Only because you've been recently removed from your teeth."

"You know you would anyway," Cady teases. "Because you loooove me."

"I do," Janis agrees. "But you loooove me, so... it's only fair."

"I guess," Cady giggles. She gratefully takes the painkillers Janis pops in her hand and swallows them with her water bottle. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"I'm allowed to return the favor every now and again," Janis replies quietly. "I love you, toothless."

"Hey!"

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yeeha day five done!! hope you enjoyed and i shall see you all tomorrow!!

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 6

Warnings: None

Tags: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

I sat on my bed, phone in hand trying to think of what to say to Kyotani. I would type out a few words then immediately delete it, because it sounded really dumb or really desperate. "Why is this so hard?" I groaned. I could say whatever to Iwaizumi and Oikawa and it wouldn't bother me later on, but with Kyotani...I just really don't want to mess this up. I looked back down at my phone screen, took a deep breath and typed.

Me: Hey Kyotani, it's me Y/n, did you make it back home?

I held my phone to my chest, I didn't even want to see the speech bubble pop up. But when it did, and my phone dinged, my stomach did a backflip. I looked at my phone.

Kyotani: Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah? That was all he typed? I sighed slightly, well, he never was a man of many words.

Me: That's good. So, about coming over again. How does tomorrow night sound?

"Wow, way to be clingy." I mutter.

Kyotani: Sounds good.

I blinked a few times. "Whoa really? That worked?"

Me: Cool! I'll see you then.

Kyotani: See ya.

I let out a weak sigh and fell back onto my bed. Before I fell asleep I went back to the texts and changed Kyotani's name to:

🐶Mad Puppy🐶

He might have the personality of a feral wolf, but he could be as cute a little puppy. I smiled softly before drifting off to sleep.

Your P.O.V

Your alarm jerked your awake early the next day. With a groan you sat up and turned it off and checked your phone, you gasped when you saw what day it was. "It's Saturday!!" You cheered before flopping back down on your bed. It might be immature for you to act like a child when it came to the weekend, but Jesus did you hate waking up early to go to some boring classes for eight hours a day. Besides, you had a very important day ahead of you. Tonight was the night you went over to Kyotani's place for dinner. The grin on your face only grew wider. "It's like a date...only his mom is going to be there too..."

Speaking of moms, you needed to tell your mom you wouldn't be home early tonight. "Oh great. She's never going to get off my back over this." You sighed. You got up and changed out of your pajama's and into some comfy clothes before heading downstairs. Your mother was just on her way out it the door once you got to the bottom of the stairs. "Hey mom!" You called, making her stop. "Yes sweetie?" She turns to face you. "Um, is it cool if I go over to a friends for dinner tonight?"

"Hm? You mean Iwaizumi?" She asks. "No, not him."

"Oikawa?"

"No."

"...uh, then who?" She mutters.

"A new friend. Remember that intense guy I told you about? His name is Kyotani." You tell her. "Huh, I see. Well first I'm happy that you're making new friends sweetie." Your mother smiled. "But are you sure this "intense" guy is a friend? I just want to make sure you're not being bullied."

"I'm not being bullied. He is a pretty angry person at times but, he's actually really cool too." Your mother took a minute to think about it. "Alright, you can go. Do apologize to them for me. I won't be there."

"You won't?" Your mother shook her head. "I work late tonight. I won't be home until midnight. Which I expect you to be home before then, understand?" Your mother raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I promise. I'll tell them." Your mother pats your head and opened the front door. "Good, I'll see you later." She waves before leaving the house. "Of course you're working late again." You mutter as you walk into the living room. It never use to bother you as much before, but the more you thought about it and the more you watch her leave, the more it bothered you. She was always working, even during the weekends. You two hardly ever talked at times. You sat on the couch and decided to watch your favorite show to pass the time.

After a while, your phone dinged.

Shittykawa: Heeeeeey L/n-Chan! Wanna hang out? I'm free all day~😙

. . . . .

Shittykawa: Don't ignore me!😫

You: That was my answer.

Shittykawa: Your answer was pure silence?

You: Yeah. 😒

Shittykawa: Whatever.🙄 What are you up to?

You: Lazying about. Something you would know well huh, Lazykawa?

Shittykawa: So. Rude. What about later tonight?

You: Can't. I have plans.

Shittykawa: Liiiiike?

You: What's it to you?

Shittykawa: Come on! The least you can do is tell me!

You: Uggggh! I have dinner plans with Kyotani ok!?

. . .

You: Shittykawa?

Shittykawa: YOU HAVE A DATE WITH MAD DOG!?

You: It's not a date!!!

Shittykawa: Really? You? Him? Dinner??? Is it not clicking L/n-Chan?

You: His mom is going to be there, dumbass.

Shittykawa: I just can't believe it... You. And Mad Dog??? Of all people???

Me: What's so wrong with that?

Shittykawa: First, I can't believe you chose him over me 😭 Second, he's not exactly the ladies man. He's more the, scare and intimidate everyone he comes in contact with, man.

Me: Oh shut up Shittykawa. Kyotani's cool. Now if you'll excuse me, he's texting me right now. So I'm gonna get to that if you don't mind 😡 Besides, we all know you gay af.

You didn't bother to read what Oikawa texted next.

Mad Puppy: Hey. You still on for tonight?

You: Yeah totally! I'm really looking forwards to it.

Mad Puppy: Cool. My mom's been pestering me about it all fucking morning. It's like she's trying to play matchmaker. It's ducking creepy.

Your heart twinged a bit at that.

You: Oh yeah? Sorry to hear that.

Mad Puppy: It's whatever. Just telling you ahead of time, she's gonna keep this up the whole night. I just know she is. Anyway, I'll call you later ok? I gotta take Killer on a walk.

You: Ok. Talk to you later.

You bury your face in your hands. You had a feeling that tonight was going to take a lot out of you.

Later that night you stayed close by your phone, just waiting for that call from Kyotani. You had already gotten ready ahead of time, just so you would have to be in a rush later. You wore a short (color) dress with leggings.

(I know that must suck, but give me a break idk what outfit description would satisfy you all lol)

You didn't want to be super dressy but you didn't want to look like a bum in front of Kyotani and his mom. Speaking of, your phone lit up as the ringer went off. You scramble to pick up your phone before answering. "H-hello?"

"Hey, just checking in. You all ready to go?"

"Yep, I'm ready. I'll be over soon."

"Oh uh, actually...I'm on my way to your place....I didn't want you to walk alone at night."

You held back an "aw", you knew it would make him mad. "That's really nice of you Kyotani. Thank you."

"Yeah, I just figured you'd feel more comfortable if you were with someone. Anyway, I'll be there in a few."

"Ok. I'll see you then." You hung up and held your phone to your chest, the brightest smile on your face. Who knew Kyotani could be so nice? You never thought that you would have fallen for someone who looks pissed 24/7, but here you are.

Shortly after, Kyotani was knocking at your door. You took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hi." You say softly. "Hey." He responds. "You ready to go?" You nod and walk out the door before shutting it. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention, my sister will be there too." He tells you. "Really? What's she like?"

"She's a l bitch." Kyotani says bluntly. "Oh come on." You laugh. "Is she really that horrible?" Kyotani nods. "Yep." You just rolled your eyes. You didn't have a brother or sister, but you understood that siblings would pick fights and "resent" each other from time to time. "Is your dad gonna be there too?" Kyotani remained silent, his eyes narrowed. "No." Oh....You decided not to press for more questions, not yet at least. You didn't want to ruin the night by bringing up touchy subjects.

Before you knew it, you were at his home. Kyotani knocked on the door, which was immediately answered by his mom and Killer, who was barking and jumping on you. "Oh, look at you Y/n! You look stunning! Doesn't she Kentaro?" His mom gushed. Kyotani nods. "Come on in! Dinner is just about ready!" You thanked her before stepping inside. At the table was a girl with black hair and the same yellow eyes as Kyotani sat. She wasn't really paying attention to anything or anyone, aside from her phone, which she tapped away on. "Natsuki, we have a guest. Put that thing down for once!" Her mom says as she walks to the stove. Natsuki sighs heavily and puts her phone down. "Hey." She mutters. "You my dumb little brother's girlfriend or something?" You and Kyotani's faces turn red.

"Shut your trap, Natsuki!" Kyotani growls. "She's way too pretty for you, mutt." She smirks. "I said shut it!"

"Both of you shut up!" Their mother yells. "Sorry about my two idiots Y/n." She smiles. You just wave it off. "Uh, don't worry about it." Kyotani and Natsuki's mother set down a very delicious meal on the table. Everyone sat down and gave thanks for the meal before digging in. "Wow. This is really good!" You say as you take another bite. Kaori smiles warmly. "I'm glad you like it. You should take some home for your family. I may have gotten carried away and made a little too much. I was just so surprised that my son brought over such a sweet and beautiful young lady!" Kyōtani grumbles a curse under his curse. Your face warmed up. "I'm kinda surprised myself." You admit.

"Same here. Ken has always been weird. Never thought girls would be interested in him." Natsuki says bluntly. "Tsk. And I never thought guys would be into you, guess I was right, huh?" Kyotani counters. The two siblings were caught in a glare off with each other. "I say cut it out, both of you!" Kaori hissed.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about school, and marriage, much to Kyotani's dismay, and just causal convo. There were more compliments about how nice and cute you were from his mom, and some questions from his sister for you like "so how much did my brother pay you to hang out with him?". They had to be one of the most chaotic family you've met, but you did enjoy their company. It was getting late, time for you to head home. Once again, Kyotani walked you home. "Thanks again." You smile softly. "Yeah, sorry about my mom and sister. Must have been exhausting." You shook your head. "They were great. I had a really good time tonight. Make sure you get back home safe ok?" Kyotani nods. "See ya." He turned ad walked away.  You wave before walking inside your home. Your mother still wasn't home, you decided to head up stairs and catch up on your favorite anime.

While watching, your phone dinged. You looked down to see a text from Kyotani.

🐶Mad Puppy🐶 I had a good time too. Night

You smiled and texted back.

You Good night 😊

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Loco & Jay Park - Reaction

kanekilover23 requested: “Hello, can I request a reaction pf Loco and Jay Park when the reader is a youtuber and does the breakup prank on them. Thank you.”

omg haha sorry its so late, here ya go love!

Loco:

He would love having a s/o as a youtuber! Always making fun videos, going to new places recommended by your subscribers. The whole experience was something he never knew he would love so much. That’s until prank season trends came around, he didn’t know that was a thing so it kind of made it easier to get him so good and easily. unfortunately the main trend was fake breaking up with their s/o. You set up different cameras around the living room, to try and get different angles. You had a script ready and everything. Once he came home you pretended to be annoyed already and acted like you where editing another video. He came up and tried to rub your shoulders to help you relax but you shrugged him off telling him to leave you alone. He backed off and went to the room and put his stuff away. When he came back you had added fake tears and pretended like you where crying over “losing all your work”, he ran over to see what was wrong and you said what happened. He tried to hold you but you pushed him off, which made him a little upset. “its okay you can record it again or think of another topic.” he tried to reason. “I cant just ‘record it again’ it was one of my biggest projects I've been working on it for weeks!” You shot back trying not to really cry seeing his face. “Well, I'm sorry, I know how that feels, what can i do to help?” he asked genuinely trying to help. “Nothing, i cant do anything this is something I've been so passionate about and now its gone and all you said was i can record it over or think of a new topic, you knew how much this meant to me and your literally telling me right now that it can just be rerecorded? I cant believe this.” You tried to be as convincing as possible but it was starting to get hard seeing how upset he was actually getting. “I didn't mean it like that, I was just trying to make you fell better..” he said standing up this time and looking down at you. “Are you serious? You are aren't you. I cant do this.” you said standing and starting to walk to the door. “Do what? Where are you going?” he asked realizing you where walking to the front door. “I'm leaving, ill be back in a few days to get my things, you just told me you where trying to make me feel better by putting down all my hard work. I cant be with someone like that I'm sorry.” you put on your shoes and started to open the door when you heard a sniffle. You instantly regretted all of it and just stood there. You turned to see him crying staring at his feet. You felt like shit right then. You had no idea how to tell him it was prank, this was a bad idea. “I'm so sorry....” you whispered real tears coming out. “For what?” he asked so lost at this point. “This was supposed to be a break up prank but I let it get out of hand I'm so so fucking sorry...” You broke and started to cry harder. “What? are you serious?” he asked leaning back and looking at you hard. You just nodded. You pointed at the cameras around the living room. He looked at them all/ in shock. You explained the whole idea and how it got too far when you started to see him cry and how you feel like such an ass. “I really don't expect you to forgive me for this, I'm just really sorry. You said deleting all the footage off the cameras. “no yeah I'm really pissed off right now, ill get over it just please let me be for a little bit, ill come to you when I'm fine.” you nodded and he went into the home gym. He came out sweaty and red from being in there. “hey, so I thought about it and I'm okay with it now, it was a good prank but I wish this wasn't the trend right now. I forgive you.” he said and you smiled. “but to seal the deal you have to give me a hug right now.” he said smiling and holding his arms out for you. You made a gagging face because he was all sweaty but you manned up and gave him a hug. It felt nice despite the sweat. He kissed your cheek. “i love you but don't do that to me every again please. I hated the thought of you leaving me.” he said pain still in his voice. “I wont I promise.” you said kissing him. 

Jay:

He didn't care for the whole youtuber thing like loco did, He did however support anything you did and wanted to help anytime you asked. Needed a kick ass intro and outro song, he was on it and sold you the rights, for kisses, so whenever someone uses it they get copyright claimed. you liked being on the other side of that for a change. He helped with editing sometimes when you're too tired. Having him help you when you needed had its downsides though. He would opt out of the Boyfriend tags trends, because they would “tarnish his bad boy rep” *throws up dumb gang signs* You would laugh it off but that meant you had to do something else and endure the drop in views. You wanted to get back at him for some of it an guess what it was? Break Up prank trend time! Same as loco you set up cams all over his office when he went out to get you some snacks for the movie date you had planned. One was by his computer, his couch behind him and one was placed carefully in-between two of his sound systems. You sat in the living room trying to look pissed off. You seemed pretty convincing because once he stepped into the room he asked what was wrong. You lied and said you saw his emails while cleaning up and saw that he was expected to work tonight. He said that he didn't see it but that he could most likely get out of it. You threw your hands up and followed him to his office where he went to look at the fake email you got his manager to send for you. “I swear its like every time we’re supposed to have alone time you have to work.” you said behind him. He turned and looked at you. “Yeah but, i usually get out of it for us.” he replied still looking at you. “can you this time? you just got off tour! You cant possibly have work already?” you asked pretending to get more annoyed. “I shouldn't ill email him back.” he sat down and started typing away. You riped out your phone and texted his manager about what to do before he hit send on the email. You two sat in silence for a few minutes he tried to reach for your hand a couple times too but you brushed him off. The computer dinged signaling he had a new email. He read it and set his head fell and he sighed. You knew what it said because you basically wrote it. “Seriously?! You're joking right? You just got home!” you got louder. He turned his head to you looking sorry. “I cant help what they do, I'm sorry.” he said trying to reach for you. “I don't care, you just got home this isn't fair to you or me....I don't think I can do this... you work all the time, it feels like i hardly see you.” you said quieter not trying to sound as mean as it did, because you know damn well has always there for you. “I... no I can try to get out of it, Please.. I know its not fair, Its my body their messing with and our relationship.” he got up to move closer but you backed away. “I'm gonna go, ill be at my friends, ill get my stuff in a few days. If I knew this about your company I wouldn't even have said yes to that first date.” Your eyes closed because holy shit you shouldn't have said that. His arm dropped to his side. You backed out of the room and down the hall a little bit. Gaining the courage to go back in. He looked up at you when you came back in. “I.... this was supposed to be a harmless prank but i think I went too far... I'm so sorry jay...” you whispered and let your head hang. You felt warmth and looked up to see him holing you like you would disappear. “what the hell is wrong with you? Please don't ever do something like that again!” he got loud this time pulling away from you. You nodded tears forming. “I promise, Ill delete the footage too.” you said nodding at the cameras. He looked shook, he looked and saw them all. “This was recorded?” he asked. You nodded. “for you channel?” you nodded again. “Please post it! Dude that'll go viral!” Your eyes widened. “What?!” you asked. “I'm serious! If you do you might get scouted for an actress with that amazing acting you did.” he laughed waving at all the cameras. You uploaded it a week later and sure enough it went viral! You got an offer from his company as a commercial actress. 

( I DONT OWN THESE GIFS, CREDIT TO OWNERS )

[waterloou]

OC EXTRAVAGANZA SATURDAY

Helloooo all! I’m bringing back oc Saturday for these trying times to showcase some brilliant ocs! If you’d like to nominate your oc or somebody else’s, feel free to shoot me a msg, ask, or tag #ocextravaganzasaturday ! Also, there’s an option to submit a blurb/moodboard!

Some of these ocs I’ve been able to have my own interact with and they are absolutely fantastic!!!!

Below are links to most things they’ve been featured in!

Binx Bolling created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Question

Stonewall Prep was all Gothic Columns and high ceilings, first-edition books and layers of dust that were older than most of the students and staff that were lucky enough to find themselves at the old school. They were old money, still running thanks to donations from the rich parents who bought their children a full ride. Money was important at Stonewall, almost integral to a student’s survival. Most students had no problem with this aspect, their lawyer mothers and diplomat fathers could pay for their admissions three times over and still have money to pay for a new winter wardrobe to wear on the weekends when they put their school uniforms away in favor of returning back to their parents’ old victorian houses.

Bianca Bolling was different, though. Much to her own dismay. She was one of two scholarship kids offered a full-ride admissions (the second being none other than Jughead Jones himself), and she realized quickly that she didn’t belong there at Stonewall. The scholarship was offered to her at the end of her freshman year of high school, after she won a local film festival for her drunk driving PSA. The short film was a hit, showcasing a group of friends at a typical high school party before they all got back into the car that someone borrowed from their parents. The squealing of brakes and the shattering of glass was loud, with Binx setting her camera down at a skewed angle to try her best to capture the chaos and disarray of a car accident, red and blue lights blinking in the distance. The short film ended with an artistic twist, and her mise-en-scene won her first place. The Stonewall recruiters found her after the festival, a crowd around her forming as onlookers clapped hands on her skinny shoulders and her eyes darted around anxiously, needing a familiar face in a sea of people.

“Don’t let that kind of talent go to waste, young lady,” The school’s recruiter, Mr. Chipping says, handing her his contact information with a wink and a promise that she didn’t really understand. There were many fights with her family, who didn’t have the money to send her to such a prestigious school, especially not one that was across the entire state. But she fought tooth and nail to get to Stonewall and she hadn’t stopped fighting a single day in the nearly three years she’d been in attendance.

Binx was smart and she wasn’t afraid to claim it, but her monetary status quickly became an invitation for her fellow students to sling insults at her left and right. One day, in the middle of her advanced writer’s seminar, she feels the ice-cold eyes of Bret Weston Wallis on her as he turned around in his chair to sneer at her.

“Looks like your blazer’s getting a little dingy there, Bolling, what? The scholarship committee couldn’t give you a few more bucks to replace your uniform?” He reaches a bony hand to pull at a loose string in the lining of her tweed blazer and she smacks it away with a roll of her eyes.

Silently, Binx raises her hand, barely acknowledging the adolescent taunts coming from such a well-regarded student like Bret.

“Miss Boling?” The old professor lilts, his horn-rimmed glasses falling down his bulbous nose as he wiped chalk dust from his pressed slacks.

“Can I switch seats, professor? I can’t seem to see the blackboard around Bret’s fat ego…”

I’m really excited to see where we get to follow binx. Her story is fascinating and I’m very intrigued to see how the plot unfolds with her and the rest of court’s stonewall ocs. Go give her some love!!!

Bronwynn Atwood created by @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

About 1

About 2

The bell above the door to Bronwynn’s bakery, lovingly named Risk It for the Biscuit, lets out a loud ding as the door swings open.

“Welcome to Risk It for the Biscuit, how can I help you?” Bronwynn’s deep voice rings out through the small building, but Bronwynn himself is hidden somewhere McKinley can’t see.

“Well, disembodied voice, I need a favor.”

Brownynn pops up from behind the counter with a chuckle, tray of various baked goods in his hands, “Mac! Whassup? What can I do for you?”

“I need your help,” McKinley smiles, tattooed arms crossed over her chest, “I’ve been hired to cater an extravagant mob gala, I need my favorite baker to bake me some decadent goods.”

“I suppose I can do that,” Bronwynn smirks, setting the tray down, “Cupcake?” He offers, taking one in his hand, “New flavor. It’s a vanilla bacon cupcake with ‘pork belly’ caramel. The pork belly is just candied bacon layered with some vanilla and almonds.”

“Sounds ambitious,” McKinley muses, “Gimme.” She reaches her hand out for the cupcake, immediately diving into it as it lands in her hand.

“Fuck.” McKinley moans, mouth full, “That is delicious, dude.”

“You’re damn right it is,” Bronwynn beams, clapping his hands together. “Quinn helped me brainstorm it.”

“You guys make quite the team,” McKinley grins, “It’s a real shame I’m the biggest gay, or I’d snatch you away from her in a heartbeat, if it meant I got baked goods like this every day.”

“You could just come get some anyway,” Brownynn rolls his eyes, “You know I’m not gonna charge you.”

“And that, my friend, is why you are the best bro.” McKinley wipes some excess icing from the corners of her lips, licking it off her fingers.

“Don’t let Apollo hear you say that.”

“Shit, I’d sell Apollo for a dozen of those cupcakes.”

“I’d sell Apollo for a nickel.”

First off, mgk is a v pretty man, second, Bronwynn is a very wonderful oc. He’s a gang member, a great friend, an amazing boyfriend, and a fantastic baker! Go show him some love!

Estelle Ollier created by @humangrumpycat

Intro

Greek Mythology moodboard

Tsp: riot night

Underneath the surface: Riot Night, The Devil’s House

The door opens as sheriff Minetta enters the room, giving Audrey his signature glare.

Audrey jumps up, picking at her nails, waiting for Minetta to start.

‘You're free to go, miss Lincoln,' he sighs.

'I am?' Audrey yelps.

'Someone bailed you out,’ Minetta replies.

'Who?' she asks as she dusts off her skirt on her way to the bars.

'Smile!' a voice calls.

Audrey turns to the voice, followed by a soft gasp.

'Estelle-'

'This will look fun in the yearbook,' Estelle smirks.

'It's not funny!' Audrey whines, stomping her feet for emphasis.

'It's a little bit funny, Abe,' Estelle laughs. 'I mean, what the hell did you do?'

-

'You threw a Molotov cocktail at a car?' Estelle exclaims, covering her mouth to hide her laughing.

'Someone handed me a bottle,' Audrey corrects. 'And I panicked because it was on fire, so I threw it away.'

'You threw a Molotov cocktail,' Estelle squeaks.

'It was on fire!'

'You threw it at a car,' Estelle laughs. 'You couldn't throw it in the bushes, or the river?'

'The Earth is dying, Estelle,' Audrey barks. 'I'm not going to help kill the Earth.'

'I can't wait to tell Jonathan, he's going to die,' Estelle smiles.

'Oh please, don't tell him,' Audrey whines. 'Remember the see-saw incident back in freshman year? He would not shut up about it for weeks.'

'That was before he started dating me,' Estelle mentions. 'I'll make sure he'll be cool about it.'

Audrey sighs in relief.

'But first, we'll laugh at this photo,' Estelle grins, holding up the photo she took earlier.

'You told Minetta you deleted that!' Audrey yells.

'I lied,' Estelle points out.

'Never trust a journalist.'

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[all night - the vamps]

nct. jung jaehyun

last night’s craziness was just too much that some of it spilled onto the next morning

It was 3:16 am, and I was still wide awake. Outside, it was dark and foggy. Typical winter weather. In my mind, it was a mess of disorganized haywires - the type you wouldn't even bother yourself to fix anymore.

I try to convince myself that I couldn't fall asleep because of the stupid red bull and jet black cup of coffee I drank earlier.

But in reality, I knew I couldn't because of a new number sitting in my phone of a new guy that was waiting for me to text him first.

It all happened last night.

My group of friends and I normally were the bunch of quiet weirdos in the corner that you swore could talk to each other telepathically.

We were always laughing though, sometimes got in trouble, and went way back. All the way in middle school is where we all met and decided 'hey you're kinda cool, I'll stick with you'.

So when we were blasting music and singing obnoxiously last night? It came off as a bit of a shock to the kids that lived in the college street we raided.

It was just a whim honestly, I swear none of us were drunk or high then. In fact, we were all completely sober. Some crazy remnants still made me giggle.

We started the music at around 9pm, at first we just wanted to drive around, admiring the pretty buildings. The stereo's volume was on 26.

But then by our 6th round around the block, I was sitting on the window with my phone's flashlight on, singing obnoxiously to whatever song came on.

My friend, with her window down, conveniently had one of those echo mics and was singing to the top of her lungs despite not knowing half the lyrics.

The stereo's volume was on 99 and the bass boosters were switched on.

There were college kids playing tennis by the park then. It was almost 12am.

When the attractive group of guys came up to us, laughing, inviting us to a club party, we thought 'hey we're already getting crazy, why not go the extra mile and get drunk on a Tuesday night?’

Little did I know that that night would be a rollercoaster of emotions.

We got to the club around 1:30. All dressed up, I was feeling pretty and confident. That didn't normally happen. I wasn't the pretty one of the group.

Everything was a blur, How I was sick of dancing in the heels my friend lent me, so after a few minutes, I was the first in our group to trudge towards the bar barefoot.

I sat there watching them dance with a goofy smile on my face. We always talked about how we would all go completely crazy someday. Guess that was today. But then again maybe there were more and crazier days to come with them.

"You made it. So can I offer you a drink?" One of the guys that came up to us earlier in that attractive bunch? He was right next to me, looking more attractive as he was dressed up too.

"I'm Jaehyun. You and your friends are being hunted down by the police for the ruckus you guys made earlier, did you know that?" 

Shit. I always thought how it was odd that nobody came out and screamed at us earlier for being a driving teen concert.

Guess they didn't bother and went straight to the police.

"There aren't any cameras around there, right?" I ask nervously. After a chuckle, Jaehyun merely shrugged innocently. He should know he lives there. I glared at him, knowing that he should know.

"Okay, fine. There are cameras. But the most you'll get is a night in jail." That rang in my ears, threatening to spill out in vomit. A night in jail? My parents will kill me.

Jaehyun seems to notice my distraught as he asks me again if I wanted a drink. "A cup of coffee will be fine. Black. And some red bull."

Now that doesn't sound at all appealing, but I figured if I was spending a night in jail, there was no way in hell I would fall asleep.

"You were quite interesting earlier, almost hanging out of the car window and flailing." He chuckles again, not really helping with my stress really.

"In Psychology you were like a mouse, spoke little next to nothing and there you were, all crazy." Did he say Psychology? So I had a class with him?

Great, so some of my other classmates recognize me too then. The quiet chick that went crazy that one night. They'll think I went high on PCP.

Really this information did nothing but add to my stress. Now I was on the verge of tears as I held my head in my hands, roughly scratching my hair. “Shit.”

Remember how I said it was gonna be a rollercoaster? And I haven’t even had any alcohol yet.

My mental breakdown seemed to catch Jaehyun's attention.

"Look if you're that stressed. My uncle's the head of this district's police..." He starts off.

"I can only ask him a few times, but I can ask him to waive you guys off." Sniffling, I looked up to him in broken hope. "Can you really?"

Next thing I know Jaehyun kisses my cheek and makes a call on his phone. As he was talking on the phone, I sat there like statue, mortified by the kiss. Did he normally kiss people he just met?

"I know, this'll be my last. At least for this semester. I know one of them, the one hanging off the window, yeah. Thanks, don't tell mom." After that, Jaehyun just looks back at me with a dimpled smile on his face.

"Now you won't have to worry about that anymore." He beamed. He was right, I didn't have to worry about that cause now, I had to worry about how much I owe him. And that kiss on my cheek, Jesus Christ.

I know how this worked, his favor wasn't for free.

"Your number." The phrase 'this'll be my last' particularly rang in my head, drowning me in guilt.

I was the only one whose face was caught outside the car, I could've turned myself in and not bother anyone, especially my friends.

"I said your number would make it up." Only then was I snapped out, when Jaehyun put a hand on my thigh. I flinched away from it. And he took the signal.

"If you give me your number we'll be even." Why did he want my number? Reluctantly, I gave it to him and he gave his. Not knowing where this was going I started to look for my friends in the crowd, to leave.

But before I stood up and actually leave, Jaehyun grabbed my wrist, the same dimpled smile on his face.

"I won't force you to talk to me, so I'll wait for your text first, okay? Just don't leave me hanging." He said and with that I walked away, grabbing all 3 of my drunk friends and driving us home.

His smile softened me a bit, with the two dimples that added an extra cuteness to his face. Darn he was cute.

When we got home, it was 2:48am. I got all the girls out of their clothes, forced them to shower and drink a full glass of water before doing so myself.

As I got out of the shower, I saw them giggling amongst themselves like teenagers, stopping when they saw me.

"What is it?" I walked up to them, drying my hair with my towel.

"When are you texting Jaehyun?" My best friend asked me excitedly as if she couldn't hold it in anymore. But her question honestly just reminded me about that incident. With Jaehyun.

"How do you know about that?" Brushing it off, it seems my attempt at changing the topic only made it worse. Now they started squealing while my best friend kept saying 'i told you so'.

"I told you he was into her! Why else would he go all the way around the car to ask us to his party. And through her! He was even leaning to her earlier." She said all in one breath, but not without emphasizing some specific parts.

It took me a while to realize what on earth she was talking about. And without my other friend's help, I wouldn't have.

"She's talking about how earlier Jaehyun and his friends were closer to the right side of the car and could've asked her if we wanted to go to the party because she had her window down. We all did.." I see my best friend nodding triumphantly.

"But he went all the way around the car to ask you on the other side and he was leaning in too. So we figured he liked you."

That's it? They were basing these assumptions out of that one small detail. Pssh.

"It's the small things that matter." They all tell me. Great, now I'm starting to believe it.

Just as I was about to delete his number and forget it ever happened too.

"Oh, let's all just go to sleep. We still have class tomorrow." I hurriedly downed a glass of water (but then remembering I didn't really drink tonight) and usher the girls into their rooms.

Now it was 3:16am and I was still wide awake. The past few hours felt like a dream. I held my heart and still felt the adrenaline of the party and us driving around college street with our volume maxed.

I held my phone in my hands, switched on and on Jaehyuns contact. Something in me wanted to see if he really wouldn't text me first like he said, but a bigger part was telling me to go and not leave the guy hanging.

Who am I kidding? He probably has a bunch of girls' numbers that's why he didn't want to text me first. Cause he was too busy with the others. I wouldn't be leaving him hanging.

But here I was, typing and erasing words in my phone repeatedly. A never-ending cycle. Again, a rollercoaster.

sent

would you really not text me first even if you had my number?

My heart felt like it was stuck in my throat as I threw my phone to other side of my room. Only to stand up and pick it up as I hear the familiar ding of a new message.

received

honestly, I would have. but now I'm just glad you didn't leave me hanging.

A blush was creeping up my face as I read his text. He was glad I texted him.

sent

I never really said thank you for getting your uncle to waive us. so, thank you.

God, I felt so cringey and strange.

received

you're welcome. just don't do it again because that was my last favor from him probably and you could've gotten hurt hanging off the car window like that.

Now, I really felt strange. It was something I couldn't explain, like I felt lured so much into this Jaehyun I just met. I didn't even notice the smile on my face that came up since his first text.

sent

I'm sorry I took your last :( I'll make it up however I can.

received

you can make it up by eating out with me tomorrow after classes?

sent

sure, I'll pay for wherever you want to eat

received

as a date and I'll pay. it's only right that I should

There it was again, the feeling where it felt like my heart was stuck in my throat. Anyone seeing me would think I was a maniac with how I was smiling so weirdly into my phone.

sent

alright but you choose where to eat

I texted Jaehyun so that I could fall asleep, but now it was 5:12am and the sun was starting to rise. We basically texted each other for 2 hours straight.

I knew all these stupid facts about Jaehyun now too. About how he's a music major, he had a lot of friends - 17 of them and some were still in highschool, he lived in California for 4 years - or was that Connecticut, and how he actually legally changed his name to Yoonoh but just didn't use it cause it sounded like someone else's.

received

it's 5:30 already. when's your first class?

sent

7...

received

you should go to sleep now. wouldn't want you falling asleep in class, babe.

sent

alright. goodnight, Jae.

received 

goodnight, darling. 

Babe and darling. I just met this man last night, technically, this morning. But already, Jung Jaehyun was becoming the death of me.

A/N. so my friends and i did this crazy thing where we drove around a college district at 9pm on a tuesday night, with our windows down, volume on max, and bass boosters switched on. we got in trouble but it felt so...