#dont you see how it felt to be scott. to know more. to be break the bond yourself

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Will Pearl realize that now she, too, has abandoned someone? Someone who loves her and resents her and doesn't understand why she was torn apart and tossed aside but knows that it wasn't her fault. That her crime was loving too much and knowing too little about how things worked here. That nobody told her all alliances will one day break and only the grief and hatred remains. Will Pearl learn this time how it feels to be the avenger, the victor, the neglecter. Will she apologize and reach out, defy the standards and in doing so prove the players still have hope? Or will she do the same as was done to her, and light TNT at her feet?

[romana-after-dark]

Our Gentle Sins: Part 7

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: Past. Logan has a nightmare. Present. You have a nightmare.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religous trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

EXTRA WARNING!!!!: Pretty graphic. Again, I cant and wont tag everything but I dont wanna throw you off.

2.3 words

Before

“Logan?”

Your voice broke through the noise, the sound of machine guns and children screaming and a bomb dropped in the distance but he heard you. Everything was disjointed, every war, just or unjust, melded into others. Nazi’s shot by WWI German troops, a confederate soldier beheading an English man, Indigenous tribes fighting alongside terrorists, a confusing group to say the least. Still, he heard you.

“Logan!”

You, standing in the middle of it all in a modest pink dress. You, pristine as if you were teaching a class but surrounded by blood and bodies and murdered innocents. You, who when he blinked, was covered in blood but not from bullets or beyonets or gunned up airplanes, but slashed up like Freddy Kruger was hopping his way into his dream. You were holding your stomach, scrambling to keep your guts inside yourself. He was trying to reach you, but hands pulled him back. He couldn’t see faces, but Logan knew they were the hands of all those he’d killed. In front of him, separating Logan from you now, were other. Scott, Charles, Jean, everyone who’d told him to stay away from you.

They aren’t helping you, they aren’t even trying. Instead, they just admonish Logan.

“See what you've done?” Jean asks, and Logan tries to push through.

“She’s bleeding! She needs help!” He screams and screams, watching as you fall to your knees, blood beginning to spill out your mouth. “I need to help her!”

Charles now, voice calm. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“No! I didn’t hurt her! I’d never hurt her! Please, Dolly! Dolly I’m coming!”

Scott, for some reason without his glasses. “We knew this would happen, we knew you couldn’t be trusted, Logan.”

“I wouldn’t hurt her! PLEASE! Just- Let me- DOLLY!!!”

You’ve collapsed, convulsing on the ground as you shout his name over and over again. Logan screams for you, using all his strength to try and get away, to help you, get you out of the war zone and to help, but the weight of the hands around him are too much. They pull and grasp and voices moan in agony behind him.

They pull him away from you.

“LOGAN! WAKE UP!”

Then his eyes are open, claws out and he’s scanning his dark bedroom for the danger, the danger he knows has to be there because why else would he be so fucking scared? But then he turns and he sees you, standing in the corner with your arms crossed over yourself and and he thinks back to the scene in his head where you were dying and Logan almost runs to you- but when he moves, he sees you flinch.

There is a long, long moment where the only thing breaking the silence were your ragged breaths and the pounding of blood in his ears, eyes inter looked in mutual fear. Logan looked at you like you were a spooked deer, even though it was him that felt an unyielding terror inside. You stood in PJ’s, and as his eyes adjusted he took in the new side of you, clothing revealing more than skin you didn’t show. You slept in a dress. Not pants and a top, not a dress meaning lingerie or something cute. Logan thinks for a moment of those outfits worn on the Amazonian Islands in the 70’s Wonder Woman show, how it was just lingerie. No, nothing like that. You just wore a dress, something akin to what he’d seen women wear more than 100 years ago, something a grandma would wear now, a skirt that went to the mid-shin.

Even in the privacy of your own bedroom, you weren’t free from the rhetoric. He bet you wore cotton panties.

You were the first to speak, voice soft and careful as if you weren’t the one shaking. “Are you… okay?”

You, sweet beautiful you, were concerned about him. He’d had a nightmare, because of course he had, of course he could never be free from all the before… but he was okay. 

“Yeah, I uh…” Logan ran a finger over his face, shaking off the tremors. “Nightmare.”

A little nod from your head, then your voice, barely audible. “I get them too.”

Of course you did. Of course a sweet wonderful little doll like you was plagued like this. 

Logan relaxes, shoulders slumping and he slides his legs over the side of the bed before burying his face in his hands. “I’ll kill him, you know.” He mumbles. “Just tell me anything, anything about him and I can track him down. Anything about you.”

The name you used wasn’t a real name. You’d chosen from some woman in the bible you admired, a jewish woman who used her beauty to seduce an enemy and slayed him. Judith was the subject of two Artemisia Gentileschi paintings, hence his familiarity. Logan wasn’t an art guy, but being the history teacher he’d had to brush up on his renaissance art. Your last name was fake too, something you and Charles drummed up and probably had some other religious significance, although he wasn’t religious enough to know. Maybe he’d ask Kurt. 

It’d all been faked and slapped on some ID’s no one would ever be able to tell weren’t real. Your new identity was sealed. Even if you left the school, you could go on. Charles had even faked an education degree and high school diploma when you promised to not use it to do anything you weren’t qualified for. Charles didn’t want you to be trapped at the school, and since the school had been your only option at the time, you’d been given a freedom to leave. This was more than your husband had ever done, keeping you trapped and helpless, not even knowing how to drive. 

All he needed was your real name, and he could track your husband down and bring his head on a platter like John the Baptist. Was that a Gentileschi painting, or was that Caravagio?

“I know.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts like you had done with his nightmare. “Which is why I won’t tell you.”

When Logan looks up, he sees you still standing so far away from him, and chuckles dryly. “You scared of me now, doll face?”

You shake your head no, but it’s not as confident as he’d have liked.

“I’m in my pajamas. You’re shirtless in shorts. There’s a bed.”

His eyebrows rose at that. “You think I’d do something to you?”

This time, when you shake your head, it’s much firmer. “No. Absolutely not. It’s just… I was always taught to never be in a man’s bedroom… or I might bring something on myself, or it would lead me to sin, or, or there’s something about the appearance of sin… I dunno, it’s just considered improper.”

He let the words settle into his skin. Sometimes, loving you was like the women he’d loved, bedded, courted so long ago. Such a different time, a different world. Yet you were still so different. Back then, women were just waiting for someone to untether them, give them an out, run away. They craved that freedom, the liberty sex brings. Logan didn’t know what you craved. There was nothing inside you that said you wanted to scream, to be unhinged, to let go. You weren’t a bubble waiting to pop, you were simply happy to be as you were, dresses and all.

“I understand, Dolly. Thank you for uh, for waking me. But you should really just let me be, next time.” Flashes of Rogue all bloodied in his arms flattered across Logan’s memory. Kayla, scratched up before his bones became the weapon they are now.  “I might accidentally hurt you.”

Something he doesn’t recognize flashes on your face before you give a little nod. “Are you alright? I can go make you some tea?”

Part of Logan wanted to say yes, because he loved when you made him tea, but you looked tired. “No, thank you doll. I’m alright. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting weird.”

“Thanks kinda my thing, isn’t it?” You smile just a little, making a bit of a face as you walk sideways towards the door. “Little homeschooled teen marriage weirdo?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed at your weird behavior, not turning your back to him, but he decided he didn’t need to question your every move.

“You’re not a weirdo. You’re one of the coolest people I know.”

You laugh at that, eyes bright as always, and slide out the door.

After

You scream. And scream. And scream, over and over again. There’s blood everywhere. Logan tore everyone you loved apart; your students, your fellow teachers, Scott, Jean, Kurt, Emma, Charles. Every single one was hacked to pieces. Logan pinned you to the ground, pounding into your cunt as if you were just a lifeless doll. You didn’t fight. You didn’t scream. Were you screaming before? You can’t remember now.

Lifeless you lay, head lulled to the side as Logan fucked you. There was blood coming out of your cunt, but you didn’t know how you knew that. Spread and prone and stretched you took what Logan gave you, his soft words grunting in your ear.

“Isn’t this better, doll? Not fighting? See, I can make it good for you. I can make you wet. You’re so wet for me, my little submissive dolly.” It wasn’t blood between your legs anymore, it was cum as an uncomfortable orgasm swelled through your body. Still, ever so still, you never moved. Remy lay next to you, unrecognizable outside of intuition as he’s just a pile of slashed flesh now.

“My perfect, lifeless doll.” You’re pliant in his hands.

Suddenly Scott is in front of you, a bodiless head , eyes gouged out of his face, nothing but bloody pits. Still he speaks.

“You did this.”

No. No you’d never-

“You’re dangerous. Violence follows you. You’re a grenade.”

It wasn’t you! It was Logan!

“It hasn’t always been Logan. But it’s always been you. You are the common denominator.”

You blink and it’s no longer the friends and family and children of your new life. It’s your mom and dad, siblings, in laws, everyone who meant something to you before. 

It’s your husband between your legs now, and you think there is nothing possible worse than this, nothing could be worse than him being back. Everything you went through, it’s never going to end. You’re dying. Maybe you’re dead because you’re watching from above now, your body on the ground and cold.

Your husband strokes your lifeless, compliant form. “The perfect wife.”

You’re back in your body, your mother lying next to you now. “Why couldn’t you just be good?”

You wake up to Remy shaking you.

His voice is an immediate calm, a recognition that he isn’t dead, he’s not a mass of gore on the floor while you’re being raped, killed for something you’ve done that you didn’t even know what. He’s alive.

“Remy!” You grab his shirt, pulling him to you and you don’t care that he’s a man half on your bed. He’s alive. Remy has often woken you from nightmares, his room right next to yours. Remy was closer, but Logan could hear you from further. Still, Remy was a light sleeper, so he usually got to you before Logan was aware.

Once you let go, Remy took several steps back, right up against the wall. This was something Remy did to prevent further anxiety. You trusted Remy fully, you never got an inkling that he wanted to fuck you or was playing the long game, just that he wanted to help you.

“They are getting worse again, pistache. It’s more often than when you first came here.”

You pull your blanket close to your chest even though you were fully covered. Remy slept in boxers, but he wore a robe around himself, something he bought after the first time he helped you through a nightmare. He came in in just his underwear and you were only three days into joining the school. Needless to say, seeing a man almost naked had scared the ever living hell out of you, so Remy bought a robe to cover up without having to waste time dressing. He was thoughtful like that. 

“I know, I know. I just… stress… I got the prom coming up, been a lot.”

Remy frowned, “Planning a high school dance shouldn’t trigger nightmares. Is this because of what happened at the ball?”

You wince. That memory was a lot, something that you didn’t like to think about. You doubted Scott did either, and if his jaw was ever the same. 

You took to long to answer, looking down at your blanket, so Remy continued. “I know that you and Logan have had… a falling out.” Your heart clenches at the words, heat flushing over your skin. Your blanket hid what you had been under loose clothing; a bump. You tuck your knees up so the blanket downs fall over your stomach. “I think he can fix it. You and him… well, I thought you’d get along before you ever met him. I brought your down stairs that first day because I’d seen him walking in, sent him to the store with you, sent him to have lunch… I think you two suit each other.” Remy gives you a smile. “You soften him. He protects you. It’s good for you both. Whatever it is, I think you can fix it. That’s all I’ll say.”

Remy stayed true to his word, not continuing about it… but you couldn’t help thinking how horrified he’d be if he found out what Logan did to you. He’s still gone, coming back any day now. Remy thought you softened him, and you suppose you did. For a while. 

You let Remy get you a snack, a little sweet treat to get the sick taste out of your mouth and cheer you up. He was kind, attentive, but the memory of him as nothing but a pile of slosh haunted you. Logan was dangerous. You were already worried about Scott prying where he didn’t need to, worrying about him getting himself killed, but now you think about Remy. What will he do when he learned Logan raped a baby into you?

Logan returns to his dolly next chapter! Next chapter we have 2 dances. Past, a ball Dolly put on because of the pride and prejuduce unit for her lit class, and presant she put on a sort of prom for the teenagers.

That chapter is where we get another HUGE chunk of dolly's past! the final bombwill be nearer to the end. I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts on what you think dollys secrets are!!! There was a hint this chapter!

Ideas for a poll is always welcome! as are songs for the playlist

I need to make a better cover pic now that ive gotten a feel for the series and its themes

If you've read Rooms on Fire or The Wrong Way, you know I tend to write a similar type for these dark series. Dolly, Little one and Madonna are all girly, quieter, feminine, submissive types. I hope that those whove read it all, because i know some people have read most things i put out, don find dolly boring. I think all three are unique in their own ways, and Dolly has her own things too, even if she's quiet and nervous

I love all yall and am so thankful for the support ive gotten here!!!!!

please remember, comments keep me writing. It doesnt have to be a compiment, just something that shows engagment like "remy is a good friend"

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[mcybree]

I prepared this ask in the Notes app only for Tumblr to not let me copy and paste the text so here’s a screenshot bc I’m not typing all that again lol

there’s this funny trend i see in trafficblr art, in that, when there’s a lineup of every past winner, most players will be surrounded by symbols that were relevant to their POV, and perhaps drawn with the last emotion they’d felt just before death (or maybe just whatever emotion the artist most associates with the character). The winners might be doing something, or in a pose that reflects how they won—there are a million ways to make a life series winners’ piece. What’s funny about it is that no one ever seems to know what to do with Scott. He’s most often just standing there looking mildly disgruntled. And for the symbols he’s most depicted with, it’s typically poppies, which are only relevant to the first season; last life scott does not place any importance on poppies, poppies dont ever come up beyond a brief interaction in episode 1, and jimmy as a whole is less relevant to scott’s pov in last life than he is in every other season.

not that this is an issue with the art; the pieces are beautifully done, it’s just representative of how little fandom discussion there is about scott’s win thematically. Most discussion I see are about the watchers and how they hate scott for defying him or whatever, but watcher lore is not discussion of the series itself as much as it is a fan creation that is retroactively applied to create meaning.

Scott’s Last Life win, to me, was achieved through accomplishing what Third Life Scott could not.

Scott spent 3L waiting for his day one ally to die. He kept Jimmy at a distance, often fully gearing himself up first before backtracking to help Jimmy along. There’s a funny disparity in episode 5, where Jimmy spends the entire episode trying to get good enchants on his iron armor, while Scott sets up a villager and gets good enchants for the full diamond set that he’d already had in storage, in about half the time Jimmy took trying to accomplish his own goal, iirc. This disparity is also something scott acknowledges with the “I’ll always be more powerful than you” line, but it’s been a while since ive written a post like this so i unfortunately do not have the episode number memorized on that one anymore. But Scott goes on to explain that he’ll always have better armor and weapons, which is why Jimmy could never kill him. This is all to say that Jimmy and Scott do not stand on equal grounds in their alliance, and, more importantly, Scott does not depend on Jimmy. The progress Scott makes in Third Life is entirely his own, with Jimmy as more of an afterthought than a teammate.

This is what landed Scott his all time lowest placement. After Jimmy dies first, Scott loses sight of his priorities and dedicates his remaining time alive to avenging Jimmy, rather than focusing on his own longevity (like he’d go on to do in future seasons). And, in that way, Scott’s attitude towards Jimmy (disposable, going to die, unreliable) was an indirect contributor to Scott’s low placement.

In contrast: Scott could not have won Last Life without Pearl. Scott has to rely on Pearl from day 1, having only two lives to start with himself. Pearl gives Scott two lives total. Pearl and Scott are almost always together. They made it to the final four by each other’s side. And that forced day 1 reliance on pearl breaks down the role scott typically assumes (*he’s* supposed to be the person people rely on, he’s supposed to be the one bringing everything to the table) which curbs his tendency to see himself as above others, which then allows for the most genuine happiness i have ever seen him have in an alliance.

The comparison between the way Scott talks to Pearl and the way Scott talks to Jimmy is like night and day. Scott doesn’t compliment or otherwise say anything supportive towards Jimmy (save for the “I believe in you! MCC has trained you for this moment!” during Jimmy’s dare to flare attempt) until after Jimmy has already died. With Pearl, however, Scott is much more open about his care towards her, saying that she’s his best friend and that he loves her as early as episode 2. There’s more examples but between last life and third life, Scott’s attitude towards his primary ally is completely different, and i think it’s symptomatic of Scott allowing himself to love and be vulnerable rather than keeping himself at a distance. And i think that it’s so special that scott won the season where he was so close with his day one alliance, directly because of his day one alliance.

because, to me, one of scott’s defining characteristics is his self reliance. He will have allies, yes, but he often assumes a supportive role and acts as a supplier. He doesnt like taking things from other people. Last Life is different because Scott relies on Pearl, too. It’s also not a coincidence that last life is the only season where scott is normal about jimmy but that’s a different post

tldr yes scott won last life with the power of love but not in the way people say he did (ignoring the boogeyman curse was strategy ☝️)

I SHOULD NOTE, though, that the boogeyman curse was still a fail. Although purposeful, Scott receives the penalty and apologizes to his team. He says he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. I do think that his words here aren’t fully honest— he’d admitted earlier that this choice was fully for strategy. But I also think his apologetic attitude here is genuine. Scott is a perfectionist, he needs to succeed; failing, though purposeful, still hurts. He feels the need to apologize. It means so much to me that his win in last life directly follows the choice to fail on purpose. I’m insane though idk

third life scott embodies scotts flaws while last life scott is him overcoming them 👍 is what im trying to say 👍 last life scott is everything that third life scott could not bring himself to be, in allowing himself to love and depend on other people and overall just be a person.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Let's check in on some Readers old and new shall we?(you don't have to add on to these at all. Just want to show my appreciation for all the work you do on your aus and give you a nice thing to read when u get back from ur break.)

Hellhound! Reader is currently trying to pivot the conversation away from childhood homes, as they don't really want their new friends to know about the less than good state of the pound they grew out of.

Fallen Angel reader is trying to explain what exactly the exorcists are, as they thought the Yans already knew about them and the role heaven plays in hell.

Dark Au Reader wakes up with someone hovering over them in an unknown room and immediately punches them. Where's Kitty? Where Kurt? Where are they? What's going on? ( they woke up in the new headquarters, the others are safe and getting treatment, and they just gave Scott a bloody nose. Their parent is glad they feel healthy enough to move, but please dont punch anyone else.)

Og Creed Reader also wakes up in a dark room and immediately breaks someone's nose, but they know exactly where they are and did it on purpose. Victor would be very proud if it wasn't his nose they broke this time

Haunted mansion Reader is given a box of clothes from their employers. The clothes are old and belong in a museum more than actually being worn, but they appreciate the gesture. Tho they wonder how the odd family knew their size?

Sentinel Reader is getting cooking lessons from Gambit. He even gave them a little apron! They don't quite get what food does and doesn't go together, but they got the spirit! They can't wait to show Kurt!

All of Reader Readerson's blood has rushed to their face because MeeMee Readerson just invited everyone to visit their family villa and insists on it. Let's hope this visit goes as good as the last and they don't get more embarrassed.

Moth Cryptid Au Reader has decided to take advantage of this weird situation and has tasked the invading Moths to help clean and restore the broken down mansion. (Under very careful instructions)

Bleeding Parts and Missing Parts Reader is wondering if maybe they went too far when magneto of all people show up demanding to talk to the Professor and saying a ghost is haunting them. (Kitty is gonna crack a rib from how hard she's gonna laugh. Readr decides no, they didn't if they can get their friends to laugh like that.)

Creator Reader is taking a well deserved nap (they are gonna need the energy)

Normal Reader has reluctantly showed up at the mansion doors with their sibling because the young one has lit fire to the couch three times this week with their mutation before Reader agreed they need help controlling it.

Isekai Reader just saw Jean put a load of laundry in and is having Tide pod flashbacks

Mutant Mutant Reader cries onto Evan shoulder about their family, while Logan has a horrible gut feeling he's forgotten something.

Crow Reader got a hold of McDonald's French fry coupons and has never felt more excitement in their life.

Half-Diamond Reader is sitting in their parent's old throne room. Not on the throne, but on the floor as they try to comfort a panicking pearl who spilled their strange human drink.

Blood of Dragon Reader is doing their mandatory wing exercises, not knowing the adults hope to get them actually flying soon.

Gargoyle Reader is getting their cheeks squished cause the Gargoyles stone faces just don't do that and they are fascinated!

Fnaf Reader just got scooped up by yet another animatronic who is so happy to see them and oh my goodness look at how you've grown! Are you eating enough Reader? Let's go grab a slice a pizza and then we can go to the arcade and laser tag and- (seriously Laura did you tell ALL of them?)

Reincarnated Reader is very awkwardly sitting next to Victor in a crowded roadside diner while he stares them down( Logan is telling them to leave but they are hungry and haven't eaten anything but jerky in a while and they just can't afford to leave)

Hidden in the Dark Reader has clawed their way into the vents. The yans can't see them, but Reader can definitely hear them yelling for them. They just need a minute to breathe.

( That's all I got for now! Thank you for all ur hard work!)

I love it. Thank you, @sugar-soda. Thank you. I like this addition to the Reader Multiverse and all the different aus.

(And I'm back, with a few ideas! I enjoyed my break, and I'm going to take things a little slower so I don't go through burn out as quick!)

[piningpercussionist]

Howdy, Pine! Can we get three headcanons for all your favorite Scott Pilgrim characters? :-)

Oh absolutely!!!! Lemme think for a minute...

((FUTURE FUTURE ME: I LITERALLY JUST PROCESSED YOU SAID THREE HEADCANONS IM SO SORRY--- YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 😭))

Okay I had a whole thing here, but we're gonna try this again but slightly more Hinged-- forcing myself to format so things don't get out of hand again. I will HAPPILY elaborate, though!!

((Whoop this is future me. This post is going to be so long if I dont do this, so I'm going to put this all under the cut! I'll try to remember to come back up here with the characters I talk about- alternative, should I not do that, maybe check the tags! I'll try to only tag the people I'm directly talking about))

KIM PINE

sexuality: very likely canonically Bi, I am a very big fan of her being a comp. het. lesbian, though (I get this both from my read of the comics/her character and just me Injecting myself into my favorite characters ✌️)

pronouns: she/her usually, but I think she'd be very open and vibe with they/them (me injecting myself again, but also she's just chill like that. I think she prefers if strangers use they/them for her, and her friends or partners use she/her. I'm undecided if she prefers her partners call her their girlfriend or their partner, though.)

Characters I think she has feelings for: RAMONA FLOWERS, Lisa Miller, (MAYBE Scott Pilgrim, still)

Elaboration on that:

I honestly think I can just. Point at some comic panels for Ramona. And the goat thing again. They make me Unhinged that's how canon that is.

Lisa!!! My beloved!!! I think she had a tiny crush on her in high school and had no idea that it was a crush until way later in life- maybe shortly after seeing her again, actually. But like. She's so obviously smiley and happy when she's around, I really can't help but read it that way! She, at the very least, gets an extreme mood boost in her presence, so she really likes having her around.

Scott Pilgrim.... *scrubbing at my face* okay. Okay. So, I have a couple different reads on her feelings for Scott, they're kind of complicated for me to dismantle. Especially since I haven't started my reread of book 6 (I've been giving my thumbs a break, which I am currently prolonging but I have been DYING for someone to ask me to talk about this series.) I'm going to go with my more canon read and leave it at that I think, because it's already becoming this text wall.

Scott was really important to her, I think. She's this aloof, sullen, bitchy girl and she knows it- and then this dorky idiot walks into her life and they really hit it off! They date, they have really sweet, private moments together- it's everything to her. It's someone loving her in spite of the hard shell she initially puts out, and managing to reach her soft, easily bruised heart in ways no one had before. But then he left so abruptly, and that heart was crushed under the weight of her own ribcage. I think she carried that hurt with her every day from that point- I don't imagine her having a particularly roaring love life after that. I think she kept that hurt bottled, and it made any relationships she DID attempt fall apart. It's a wound she's been nursing for way, way too long, and I think she knows that- that's why she wants so badly to forget about it. But then she goes to Toronto and runs into Scott again at the lowest point in his life, and she can't get herself to step away, because this is the only person who ever claimed to love her in a way she felt. I think her decision to stay was sort of... detrimental to her moving on. If she'd detatched herself and stepped back, maybe she could have moved on eventually- she could have worked on herself, or maybe lucked out and found someone who could get through those walls without a sledgehammer, and she would have been better for it. But that's not what happens. She stayed, and I think the longer she stayed the harder it became to keep herself completely shielding from him, because he's still that same goofy guy at his core- he's just a bit worse than she remembered him being. But damn near everything he does throughout the comics just continues to crush her until she HAS to leave- he can apologize, and she can accept it for the version of him she loved, but he's not enough to convince her to stay anymore. I'm going to cut my canon analysis there until I reread their next scene, rather than just continuing incase my thoughts have slightly changed, but like... man... they hurt me in a very unique way. If it was anyone other than Scott, it'd be tragic. (Maybe it still is, maybe that's the Kim Bitterness talking)

For a brief touch on my less canon take, with Kim being a lesbian: I think Scott would have been better placed in her life as a best friend than a partner, but when you're young, and honestly even when you're not all that young, emotional distinction like that can be so, so confusing. So all of the hurt remains very genuine, because she does love him, just not the way she thought she did.

((Because I do love the trans!fem Scott HC as well, I will say. I feel like it would be really, really funny for Kim to realize she's into women and be like "wow sure dodged round two of the Scott Pilgrim bullet" and then one day Scott shows up having started her transition and is like "Oh hey Kimmy!! I'm a lesbian AND a girl, like you now!!!" And Kim just. Crushes her drink or something in her hand like "oh no... oh no she's attractive again... FUCK FUCK FUCK." Obviously a lot more nuanced than that, though. I should probably clarify that I started answering this ask almost IMMEDIATELY after waking up and also BEFORE I've taken more pain meds. If this post has been or starts to become very scattered again, that's why lol.))

Bonus consideration: Hollie. I can dig her having a crush on Hollie, but I feel like it faded a little living with her, and then shattered entirely after the Jason Kim situation. Even an overwhelming attraction to women ain't savin that one, chief. That's just too severe a betrayal.

The Knives Situation: Oh Boy. So in the original answer for this I had a whole thing done up, lemme try to condense it. Basically, I think Kim woke up the next morning HORRIFIED by what she'd done. Like, dry heaving in the bathroom horrified. And this likely really hurt Knives's feelings, should she see! Which Kim would feel horrible about. I'm undecided on if she just runs from the situation before Knives can wake up, or if they have a sort of agrument/one-sided rant on Kim's part afterward where she just really tries to hammer home for Knives how not okay it was for them to do that- for HER to do that, given their ages and inherent power imbalance. In the event that this discussion happens, Knives absorbed none of it, and probably leaves that conversation a little wounded. I think it would proceed to play back in her mind when she and Stephen are talking at one of Julie's parties later on, though, and she'd probably approach Kim after that to thank her for being a reasonable adult about that, unlike how some of her friends had been. Once that understanding is reached, I think they could be good friends, although Kim probably teases her for how she started to dress like her after they first met.

Silly little things: If anyone's familiar with Night in the Woods, do you know the part where Mae's like "that's not drums... that's a computer..."? I feel like that has Kim energy. To me.

Also I think Kim sucks at Rockband- I know that releases like, way afterward or something so far as comic timeline goes, but bare with me, okay? It's my silly little headcanons! Anyway, she'd suck really, really bad on the drums, since so far as I can recall, they don't REALLY correspond with the music. If her friends force her to play, she demands either the mic or the bass, because "fuck you Scott, you try playing their stupid fucking drums." He proceeds to play flawlessly, much to her chagrin. She fairs better on the bass, but only a bit better than the drums, since her fingers aren't quite used to the movements.

Kim didn't think she liked cats for a while, mostly because she was only ever around them fleetingly, and generally in the homes of people who should have been cleaning their litter boxes more regularly. After hanging around Ramona's house more, though, she discovers she really love them! She feels a sort of kinship watching how they actually behave, and I think Gideon ends up warming to Kim very quickly, which probably helps with the very quick turnaround on her opinion. I think it'd be funny if sometimes, when Kim's over, Scott will try to beckon Gideon over to him for cuddles or affection, and the cat will just. Stare at him entirely unimpressed before jumping up into Kim's lap with exaggerated purring and chin rubbing before curling up for a "nap." Kim was in awe the first time this happened, and Ramona finds it ceaselessly amusing every time it happens. ((Funny additonal scenario: once after this happened Scott was whining to Ramona, who was coming to join them on the couch, looking generally very sad/cute/pathetic, and overcome with a sort of playful evil, Ramona proceeded to sit by and cuddle up to Kim as well. Kim immediately froze up and went bright red and wide eyed, Scott's jaw probably dropped before he dove into a theatrical, exaggerated spewl about the betrayal of it all, and Ramona just got to blissfully enjoy Kim cuddles while giggling at both of their reactions and petting Gideon.))

Conversely, I don't know how Kim feels about dogs. Like, I don't think she hates them or anything like that, but maybe they fill her with a sense of pity, for their associations with unwavering loyalty. Something about that specifically runs too close to things she considers about herself, at times, maybe. Idk, just kinda spit ballin here.

I think she does like rats! And mice. Idk. They're cute little guys and I like them, let me have this--

Oh man... just Kim's section is so long. And I have other characters to get to,,, buckle up I guess--- I mean, I did start with My Girl, so maybe the others will be shorter?

((This is future future me again... this is where I actually went back and processed the ask properly :') I have no words to describe my current emotional state beyond that I am trying really hard not to burst into a little fit of laughter at myself and wake my roommate--))

Three! Three headcanons!! I can do this (restraintrestraintrestraint)

Okay! Let's try being Normal About Media- and just as a note, they aren't really in any particular order, beyond Kim being the first because she IS legitimately my favorite, I think. Idk she's very Me.

Ramona Flowers

1. She doesn't really do labels, for things like her idenity; she does think pride flags are pretty, though. Scott got her a bi flag once and she decided to keep it and hang it in her room for this exact reason, though she did explain to him that she doesn't really consider herself anything but herself- Ramona Flowers. He's very understanding about that, although a little confused in the typical Scott manner! They eventually come around to just considering it being his flag, when he comes to terms with himself (yeah, spoilers, I HC him as bi)

2. Her hair actually does have magic properties to it that prevent it from getting absolutely butchered by all the bleaching she does- she doesn't know how or why, though. Maybe it's less magic and more to do with the supplies themselves? Unlike Scott, she's not as meticulous when it comes to reading the status effect labels on things she uses or consumes.

3. Of her former partners, I think she does have genuine lingering feelings for Roxie. So far as the comics/movie go, she simply repressed the hell out of them and plays the Deny Deny Deny! game, but so far as the show goes, I think she's come to terms with the fact that she still loves her, but horrifically fumbled her- she doesn't want to hurt Roxie like that again, so she's unlikely to ever try things again between them, I think. Not unless Roxie was the initiator, and even then, it'd take some coaxing.

Bonus 4. She absolutely has feelings for Kim. I feel like maybe further into their relationship she'd 100% ask Scott like "hey... you know your really hot friend Kim?" and proceed to discuss with him if being in a polyamorous relationship is something he could get behind. Maybe it'd happen after a period of time with Kim living with them too, or something.

Roxie Richter

1. She gets ALL the girls- all of them. She's an unholy TERROR for men where she lives, because she is notorious for giving women the night of their lives and making them never look back so far as dating men goes. Now, I don't think she deliberately breaks up people or goes after "straight" girls or anything, but it's probably something that's happened on accident before, so she's A Menace. I will say that she might deliberately swoop in and woo a girl she knows is taken if it's extremely clear that their relationship is just Not Right- like if she's seeing clear signs of abuse, or something. She isn't intending to get with these girls when she does this, but she is fully intending to get them out of shitty situations. She's even turned girls down after their (ex) boyfriends have stormed off in a huff, simply out of respect for them- she'll try to give them advice, and if they're adamant in trying New Venues, she might play matchmaker where she can, but she isn't really comfortable sleeping with them after doing stuff like that- to her, it feels gross, maybe even exploitative.

2. I actually don't know if this is meant to be canon or not, because it's noted alongside some of her sketches, but she's german/japanese in my eyes- but raised in the states. She knows English the best, and some German, but she doesn't really know much Japanese, much to her own agitation- she just struggles with it a lot, for whatever reason. She can kind of read some things, but if she tries to speak it she runs the risk of butchering the words. I personally further HC her dad as German and her mom as Japanese- dad by process of elimination, mom based loosely on how I read some of her and Ramona's conversations in the comics.

3. She is in fact whistling the tune in the show intending it to be from the Robin Hood movie- in fact, I think I'm going to HC it as one of her favorite animated films from childhood. (... do I HC her as a furry now?)

Lisa Miller

1. Disaster Bi! She's a bit of a Menace and she knows it; she likes to rile people up, but she can't really take what she dishes out. Like, if she'd done the kind of seductive teasing she does to Scott to Kim and received any sort of flirting back, her brain would shut down and she'd need to reboot. She doesn't know how to handle when someone else takes the reigns, which is why it was so easy and fun to play with Scott- he was too stunned/shy to play back, which she enjoys. Not to imply she doesn't enjoy having her brain melted a little, of course.

2. I think she makes it big after she heads to America! Or at least, bigger than she was. She sends her friends back in Toronto signed copies of movie posters and CDs and things when she can- she doesn't expect them to keep them, although she loves it when they do, but at least in Scott's case it's sort of a "incase of emergency, please sell" sort of situation. He does not, obviously. (Ramona probably does, though, both from admittedly petty lingering jealousy and because they just don't have room for all of it; Scott rarely seems to notice anyhow, and the money usually goes towards rent or random gifts for him anyhow)

3. I forget if everyone's sudden absence is noticed when they Poof briefly during the finalt episode of the show, but if it is I feel like Lisa starts to talk to Kyle, since he's in front of her, like "hey, what exactly happened there-" before looking out over everyone else who reappeared in their seats and noticing Scott is actually up there with them. She spends the rest of that night chatting up him and the league, and maybe even scores an in with Matthew for getting a foothold in her acting career!

Matthew Patel

1 . He absolutely has a dedicated cult following for his theatrical works, and it's warranted! He's genuinely good at what he does, and his passion is clear as day; any production is lucky to have him, and he knows it, which can kind of lead to butting heads behind the scenes. I feel like he might come across to his fellow performers as full of himself, especially given his proficiency with one man performances, but he truly is just deeply, deeply passionate about his work, and he wants to feel that passion with anyone he works with, too. He NEEDS his energy matched to feel like it's going to be a grand performance, and he simply doesn't notice how off-putting this can be for his coworkers as a result.

2. The demon hipster chicks have always been the visual age they are now, even when Matthew was a kid; he viewed them as older sisters growing up, and they're very protective of him perhaps as a result. At his current age, they're his best friends and personal body guards- they'll descend like rabid dogs on anyone that steps out of line around him, if he doesn't call them off. Sometimes it's a bit much for him, but they're usually pretty good about understanding when they do and don't need to interfere on his behalf.

3. Ya know I'm not sure if it's a HC I've seen at all but I could really vibe with trans!masc Matthew. I would love that for him, truly.

Scott Pilgrim

1. Look... I really love any trans!Scott headcanons. Like, any direction, I've said before; I genuinely have such a problem figuring out which version I enjoy best: he's trans!masc and has been all along, or trans!fem and Ramona eventually helps to crack that egg. But also, while I'm saying this, he is. So stupid. Not like maliciously stupid in this sense, absolutely not, but I feel like he's the kind of person to like. Run into someone from his past post their transition, with THEM coming up to HIM to be like "oh long time no see, Pilgrim," and then he would say something to the affect of "oh, you have the same last name as (DN)!!! Are you related? Kim, Kim!! Do you know if (DN) had any siblings?" while Kim and the other person just stare at him deadpan for a bit before bursting into laughter at his expense. He would then proceed to be really confused and just not get it, either until they explain it to him or like, he'd just suddenly sit up in a cold sweat later that night realizing what he did like "oh my GOD that WAS them, I said their dead name at them like seven times!! I am Going To Hell!!!" (And Ramona would just kind of blindly, lightly slap around in his general direction, like "honey you're not going to hell for basically affirming the effectiveness of their transition, go the fuck to sleep. They would've said something if it was a problem." Idk, that's just how he feels to me.)

2. When he has his own money for things, and space living with Ramona, he spends it on video games or video game related merch- it's probably a lot of patches and t-shirts, but I can see him starting to collect plushies, too! Like some of the really old kinda silly looking Sonic plushies, for example? If I had my Knuckles one on hand I'd use him as an example, but I think he's in storage somewhere :(

3. Gets into really heated arguments about video game mechanics and stat stuff where applicable; like, Ramona has to drag him away or else he will actively start fighting people kind of heated. He can hold chill conversations, but if he feels like he's being talked down to about a game that he's REALLY into, like Sonic Adventure (he has the director's cut!)

Wallace Wells

1. MENACE TO SOCIETY. He's comparable to Roxie in this way except he is so much worse (I say this affectionately <3) because he does just straight up, in canon, do things like steal Stacey's boyfriends! And that's his friend that he's doing that to! So I cannot IMAGINE what mischief he gets up to when he goes out drinking. He's probably ruined so many lives, naybe even marriages. What am I saying, maybe? Definitely. And he feels no remorse about this! In his eyes either your man was already gay or you needed to treat him better, sweetie; he HAS been rejected before, so clearly his charms can't ruin what ain't already broken.

2. While he does have feeling for Scott, which is basically canon I don't even want to hear it, he KNOWS better. Like, he'd been living with Scott for a while, so he knows if they were legitimately dating he probably would be even more sick of him than he already is. When they were still living together, though, there were times where he couldn't help but wonder if it would really be all that bad... right before Scott comes in and does or says something that just highlights for Wallace that he's making the Sane choice. Besides, Wallace is (and i hate using these terms but I straight up don't know what other words I could possibly use) a sugar baby; he can't keep up being both a sugar baby and Scott's effective sugar daddy (HATEHATEHATE THAT WORD) while ALSO paying rent. It doesn't really work out that well, especially with him having, at the time, such a shitty apartment to begin with.

3. I feel like Wallace really enjoys his nightlife and getting to sleep around, so I'm unsure if this is something still in play while he's with Mobile, or if he respects Mobile enough to do away with that entirely. Like, different situations work for different relationships, so if Mobile is fine with it then maybe it's something that continues! But taking into account the sparks from the show, maybe he'd actually be really fine being exclusive with Mobile. Especially given how well their future selves seem to be doing. Idk! Basically the sum of this one is just that, if Wallace is exclusive with Mobile, he misses be a bit of a whore, but he's very happy where, and with who he is, now.

Envy Adams

1. She gives me vibes.. queer vibes... in some sort of direction.... idk if I'm fully behind her also being a comp. het lesbian or just labeling her a disaster bi, but I also get a vague sense of gender fuckery. It's entirely her name thing, probably, but I can see Envy being genderqueer.

2. She probably hunted Lynette down after that show- an arm was likely Not Enough to quite satisfy that rage. Especially since she didn't get the satisfaction of beating Todd more thoroughly herself, since Scott stepped in. Conversely, for the show canon, Wallace has a target on his back for the rest of her life, as far as she's concerned, even in a world where her feelings for Todd were just misunderstood- she considered him her best friend, and you don't get away with hurting her friends like that unless you're her.

3. I think I'd like to HC that some part of her regrets booting Scott from the band the way she did back in college? Maybe not immediately, or even soon, but I feel like sometimes she would think about him and their relationship as a whole and just feel bad, Idk. Like, she doesn't want to get back with him at all, but I could maybe see her offering to promote Shatterband (or Sex Bob-Omb, in the show,) or even play with him as a genuine apology instead of a coy trap somewhere down the line.

Knives Chau

1. Look... look I know I'm about to sound like a broken record... comp. het. lesbian or bi. HEAR ME OUT: her puppy dog love for Scott is really just that- something cute and innocent, but very intense, especially once he cuts her off in that honestly really brutal manner. Teenage heartbreak is messy- even if you feel like it was real, true love you had, you can often realize later in life that what you felt was just admiration, or something else innocuous like that. I think she reaffirms it to herself as a deep and true love because of how intense the pain of that breakup was, paired with everything that comes after, and I think the show really highlights that for me? Because in the show, with Scott out of the picture entirely, she's just a lot less intense about it. I think after playing music and hanging around his friends, she realizes she didn't really love him all that much, just thought he was a cool older guy and liked that he took an interest in her, even if she recognizes how wrong that was now. ((I probably have more articulate thoughts on this but I am really starting to feel the lack of pain meds so I need to get through this--))

2. Knives is really good at rhythm games and things like DDR or, when it's eventually released, Just Dance. Like, freakishly good. She picks them up just as well and just as quickly as she did her instruments.

3. With how quickly she picked up her instruments, she kinda gives me honor student vibes? Idk. I feel like it'd be a little stressful for her later on, because I do think her passionate drive for music makes her grades take a slight spin, but she just gives off that energy for me. Knives is a lot smarter than people give her credit for, I think, Idk.

... yes, I am very normal about media... spending 3 hours on 1 ask that offered me a lot more simplicity than I can apparently manage...

[mooblesandsoups]

Songs like sunlight

An mcyt battle of the bands au

Some people really like my snowbugs WIP and now I'm using it as an excuse to talk about my au because I like this au. (Btw feel free to ask questions about the au please I'll love to talk more about it)

CW: the entire entertainment industry, implied workplace abuse and talks about disabilities

World building/plot

SLS or The battle of the bands au is a secret life au that takes place in a dystopian world aesthetically based on ideas like cyberpunk and solarpunk.

After all of earth's greenery was almost destroyed as caused by the industrial revolution people turned to music and other arts to not only cope but to separate more from the technology that was destroying the earth.

Centuries later earth us flourishing with greenery (however their water supply is definitely not better) everywhere you walk you see everything from people on scooters to bikes to street artist showcasing their work to anyone who'll listen, of course nothing can be perfect and Companies have used the rising growth of music to its benefit.

The biggest music company in the world is Watchers Inc. A music company that has been booming since the introduction of their latest singer a masked singer only known as X by fans as well as controversies with former members... However this mysterious singer isn't their reason for popularity oh no it's how they choose their next talents.

Every decade Watchers Inc. Hosts a battles of the bands competition, choosing a selection of popular indie artist to compete for a prize, with the winner being offered a spot as a talent for Watchers Inc. Alongside their prize.

This year is particularly special with the introduction.. And reintroduction of some familiar faces now battling to win a grand prize, which band will come out on top? What secrets will be revealed? What kind of relationship will bloom? And which will have their failures and personal lives broadcasted live in front of millions.

Bands

As mentioned previously this au is secret life based as that was what was currently out when I first started this au do of course I enjoyed playing around with dynamics and how they all started theirs bands/careers.

Gem & The Scott's- indie/alternative music (can't explain but think of black sheep by metric. That. Specifically the one in Scott Pilgrim)

Starting off with gem and the Scott's, gem and impulse met each other because of a family friend leading to their eventual friendship. Soon enough gem had an idea, let's male a band. Both gem and impulse had a fascination for music considering it's how they became friends, so it just felt right in gems eyes. However they needed one more member and luckily she knows exactly who to ask.

Next thing Scott knows as he's relaxing at a bar enjoying his break from music when a random ginger woman runs up to him and ask to join her emo band. And he said yes for some reason so I guess it worked.

Mounders- folklore music

The mounders were founded by pearl a few months after her band's contract was terminated by Watchers Inc. So she decided to start fresh and gather some of her friends to set up a proper band.

Due to Pearl's previous success it wasn't too difficult getting back into business with some assistance from her bandmates and suddenly everything is good again.

The Roomies- pop? (Maybe? Like Oliva Rodrigo kinda pop not finalized)

The roomies aren't technically an official band Grian is considered a independence artist by many and switches around bandmates a lot because of his contract with Watchers Inc. However he trusts etho and Cleo the most and preforms with them as much as he can because they treat him like an actual person.

The heart foundation- Jazz (Dont ask me details I don listen to jazz music)

Couple of dudes work at a bar and play jazz music. I don't know what else you want they're just silly guys with a bit of PTSD

Big dogs- rap (because its funny)

Jimmy and Martyn were both in the acting business for awhile which is how they met. Jimmy has been and actor since childhood and Martyn only started during adulthood while doing music on the side. Soon enough Jimmy ends up ranting to Martyn about acting and how he's tired of it after doing it for so long so Martyn asks if he wants to become a musician with him and Jimmy agrees then the big dogs were born.

Scar & Lizzie- Lizzie is pop (but like theater kid pop if that makes sense) and scar is yet to be decided (maybe country?)

Lizzie and Scar are both individual performers both choosen through a popularity vote by the fans and watcher staff.

Extra fun stuff

This was mentioned in the WIP above but Scott is legally blind, however he was not born blind. He basically got the bad genetics in his family and eventually starts going blind over time. Its really not too important to the plot (besides some backstory stuff and self esteem issues) but it's an interesting detail that I'm doing lots of research to get right.

Lizzie and Joel are married in this au! I'm only bringing this up because my friend came up with a funny idea that Lizzie was unarguably the more popular of the two but Joel bragged about his popularity more.

Skizz owns the bar the heart foundation works at the boys typically do seperate performances and performances together while also helping around the bar itself however Skizz is known to hire small bands to preform as well.

The setting SLS takes place in is as mentioned very green but there are spaces around dedicated to paintings and art in general, like cleared up spaces dedicated to graffiti or street artists having their own spot to work.

Almost everyone in this world is a hybrid of sorts, I try to have fun using lesser used hybrid headcanons but some are just a bit basic. Is there lore reasons they're hybrids? No I just think it's cool.

Since this is a secret life au all the winners of the previous games are Grian, Scott and Pearl (they won together), and Martyn. Grian, Scott and Pearl had all taken the offers to join Watchers Inc. But only Grian remains meanwhile Martyn stayed independent and just took his prize and left.

On the topic of the winners it should be mentioned that all the winners do know each other in some way, Grian is cousins with Pearl and therefore knew Scott by association, Pearl and Scott are former band mates but are still close, Martyn and Scott are friends from highschool so pearl knows him by association, Grian met Martyn at a bar an became friends.

And that's all yall getting for now!

[nicomrade]

so i reread the scott pilgrim comics this week for the first time since 2019? lots of stuff happened in my life in-between + i learned to actually like, pay attention when reading so this specific reread felt really important to me- the issue of reading it in french for the first time aside. heres some misc thoughts i had while reading! some of this stuff is drawing from conversations about the comics ive had with people over the years, i dont mean to break any new ground here, and i dont have a specific lense to look at the comics through so its not structured like analysis either. full thoughts under the cut! i hope you all like going on this little trip with me ^-^

so first of, the X motif! this i KNOW i saw someone else talk about. it comes up first on scott's jacket with the X-men patch (and it comes up again in that context- "then wolverine is crucified on a big X") and also on knives' scott-shrine, her dad slashes an X over scott's picture. these are the two biggest exemples but there really are Xs constantly in the imagerie of the comics, which is great and i love. the comic is about fighting ramona's exs, and this is foreshadowing that scott himself will be one, but its also generally about the baggage that comes with existing. at its core its really comics about dealing with whats over, so we get into scotts relationships w envy & kim & knives (& ramona), but we also get into his relationship with lisa (what couldve been) we also see him move flats (the end of an era!), in volume 1 scott tells knives about the house he grew up in that now belongs to another family, scott breaking his bass & no longer being in a band, etc. theres sooooo many flashback sequences in these comics and references to the past… its all about the X.!

loosely related in the foreshadowing department there are genuinely so many background details of stories about people who dont matter to the comics that foreshadow later developments. the details of why Crash & the Boys changed drummers is straight up the dynamics of Clash at Demonhead, theres the Lucas Lee movie on the BG thats visually identical to scotts memory of when he got with kim- and the reveal that the lady in that movie wasnt dead is arguably foreshadowing for scott reviving in volume 6? if you know whats happening in the story, rereading the volumes really is so rewarding. it also helps on a first read cause unconsciously its not the first time you're hearing about these ideas so theyre easier to digest & accept. this is also what the character explicitely referencing what will happen later is for- "i wonder how the Boys & Crash can do music without instruments- maybe it will be relevant later in the evening" "i'd need a deus ex machina to beat todd", these help you accept when these things do seemingly "come out of nowhere" later in the scene (and poke cheerful fun at it lol these are fun comics)

a personal fave of mine is the phrase "read the comic sometime" thats repeated in the early volumes at characters who werent there for something. its 4th-wall breaking, its fun, it nicely tells lost readers where to head to without re-dumping exposition, AND it helps keep track of who was where for what scenes … stuff like "when did stacey & ramona become friends??" or "i cant believe this is stacey & neils first meeting!" or "wallace was already introduced to ramona earlier" … its all fun and helps you stay on the ride. i think this is why i would read the comics back to back to back to back and retained very little. its easy to passively read these comics and its not a bad thing! though it is better to actively read them, and take these notes as fun jokes & reminders, and not life boats.

the 4th wall breaks are also great for the side characters having their own lives in the background. there are a lot more time indications in scott pilgrim than i remembered, if youre paying attention i think its really really easy to have a nice timeline in your head. but when stuff is broken to scott its not "i started dating mobile during X month" or "i came out X months ago" its "i started dating mobile during volume 3" and "i came out during volume 5" that way the reader can more easily relate it to the story that was happening at the time- and to keep in mind during a volume reread. its not a writing technique for EVERY comic, but its something that scott pilgrim gets to have BECAUSE its a comic- and unapologetically so! this is not a work that wants to be more novel than graphic to be taken seriously. its a comic, and its silly, and its also a work of art, and you have to respect it on its own terms.

theres also, uhm, ill be quick on this point cause its kind of weird how lesbians/sapphics are handled in the comics. its not BAD but theres clearly a bias towards male homosexuality being fleshed out and lesbianism not so much. but so the start of volume 4 is when kim & knives make out and it really starts this obsession in scott about this thing he cannot tell anyone about but is still thinking about, that prepares for roxies introduction- ramonas ex girlfriend. that i believe is also when wallace first asks if scotts broken out the "L-word" yet and it gives more context to scott assuming its lesbians? and him then going all "why does everyone keep asking me about lesbians!" but it is also kind of weird re: lesbian fetishism (which IS pointed out with scotts weird poster that no one likes but thats it). and all that with ZERO canon lesbians! roxie is pretty bi-coded i would say with her insistance on being "HALF-ninja", but ramona is described as an american ninja in the early volumes so its kind of loose. idk its weird and i like to think julie came out as a lesbian cause stephen & her being a comphet4comphet couple is really good to me

a thing id never noticed before is that julie was suspecting stephen of having views on knives during volume 4? and its why she was so shitty to knives for a while there, and then its "worked out" at the end of the volume. this feeds into the constant fear of cheating during the story, theres of course todd & scott who do cheat, but also more grey areas of relationships. im thinking of ramonas anxieties around lisa, and when scott finds out roxie stayed over at ramona's. about stephen too, his response to julie apologizing for being jealous of knives is very… uncomfortable

"i have nothing to fear!" "right yeah..." surely because hes starting to realize hes gay, and possibly because he's already vaguely started seeing joseph. we dont get more details on his relationships i am not going to accuse him of cheating LOL. i truly dont care. but its an anxiety that comes up again and again whenever relationships are starting to turn sour- "are they cheating?" and having been in my 20s for a little bit yeah i get it. scott not telling ramona about his job- not telling her much of ANYTHING during vol 4- and ramona not sharing much either are also part of this. theres a reason all of this happens in volume 4, and next volume ramona finds out scott cheated on knives with her. loss of intimacy and the breakdown of dialogue is all part of cheating anxieties, whether there is actual cheating or not. "what do i not know? what else are they keeping from me? they dont talk to me but they talk to them? are they cheating on me?"

theres a really neat thing the comics do to show the breakdown of scott and ramona's relationship in volume 5 and its the scene where ramona goes shopping and scott tags along. she spends it not saying anything (until she tells scott she doesnt even like his band) and scott obsessively talking about his comics (X-men!) while she doesnt look particularly interested.

this is the scene where scott breaks up with knives again!!! the roles are reversed, scott is now the one talking about whatever while his girlfriend's unresponsive, and obviously ramona doesn't break up with him here and there, and they dont kiss in a goodwill, but the ressemblance is there. and like with the knives breakup scene, we have a good date variant of this! its their very first date from the first volume where scott does mostly talk about himself but ramona is having fun joking with him. here we are shown their relationship slowly crumbling and it lays the ground for ramona leaving at the end of the volume.

similarly to how scott battles all of ramonas evil exs (himself included), ramona does face all of scott's own exs. its not as spectacular but we see her fight knives in volume 2, then she fights envy in volume 3. we also have her comment on kim that she does like her (same with lisa, who is not strictly an ex but emotionally is treated as such. especially with how scott sleeping over at lisa's is paralleled with roxie sleeping over at ramona's) these are not comments she makes about stephen or julie, for exemple, its specifically women who had a close relationship with him. and uhm ramona also comments on liking wallace who- again- is not STRICLY an ex, but hes also part of that volume 4 cheating anxieties conversation, wallaces incessant flirting, mobile himself jokes (?) about finding wallace in the arms of another man, etc. but most convincingly to ME because we are talking about EXs here is the flashback of wallace inviting himself at scotts house being identical to lisas scene of inviting herself at scotts, scott saying the story of how he ended up living with wallace is "somewhat gay", and the general college flashbacks.

i think this points to scott & wallace having briefly dated in the past, or (because hes paralleled with lisa) having a "what couldve been" relationship where they didnt make anything of it and now the time window's passed and emotionally? kind of feels like an ex. and if anything they ARE ex-roommates lol. this is not a scollace truthing thing, im a firm mobillace guy ok -_- im just saying its there. back to the point of ramona facing scott's exs as well, YES i am including herself in it. her going to the wilderness during vol6 parallels scott going to the countryside, the very place he faces negascott properly. and the way ramona talks when she comes back its easy to see that she did face herself on that trip. & the figurines agree with me that the idea of a negaramona does exist :)

thats more or less all i had in mind, i also feel like i was finally able to properly enjoy the themes of the comics of facing your own shittiness and doing better, of the harms of being stuck in your own head, of never ending up like gideon (who is so attached to his exs that he literally cryogenizes them!) the warning of rewriting your own memories (or at least biased recollections of it) uhm how breakups suck! and how cheating is not always black & white but also fucking sucks !! being out of school (wanting to go back to school?) and looking for jobs- and yes if scotts life had a face i would punch it too its literally unfair how easily everything goes for him on that front, even freeloading with wallace (<- jealous). envys obsession with a guy who is so obviously shitty but who shes been best friends with since they were 11 is also kind of… ooh i get it now…. its yeah. i think they really are comics for being in your 20s, a lot about dating? but its so generally about human relationships and dealing with your baggage, i think it is still relatable without the specific romantic relationship experience.? i love these comics. everyone read scott pilgrim if you havent in a while (or ever!!!!) and try to think a little about it as you read it really is so worthwhile. and if anything theyre insanely funny, and wallace is there!

[tmwcs]

HHP - Ch. 14 - Ethan *Part 3 (18+MDNI)

OMG PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING THIS PART!!!

I cannot stress enough the grotesque nature of this chapter. Yes justice has been served but please understand that I do not condone this type of behavior and the contents of this chapter is merely for the story. It is not at all representing the members of Enhypen or their character. Also, there's alot of references to chapter's 11 and 12 in this as far as character dialogue, so if you see the parts that are between the ........................ note that is a reference to one of the previous chapters. crucial, so if you haven't read them or are new and jumping into the series, please start from the first arc (MGR) because there is a reference in here from that arc as well.

Warnings! Sexual assault with foreign object, blackmailing, murder, assault, framing, restraining, gagging, rough sex, pain kinks....guys, literally every dark and twisted element is in this chapter. so please enjoy, it's a good read, but be warned if you are light hearted (absolutly nothing wrong with that) i just dont want to offend anyone with my creativity, because that's merely all this is. can you tell i'm nervous? lol

In a slurred and painful rotation, he shatters Scott’s nose, but didn’t stop his motions even after breaking the nasal cavity. Grinding and continuously applying immense pressure, he continues to rotate every bit and piece of the man’s feature, which had become completely loose and detached from the nasal bone.

From left to right as he pushes inward deeper, damaging more than just cartilage. Heeseung continues to palm the man’s face. Crushed bone and cartilage loosens, cracks, and peels from their connected state, the feeling of bits of bone, and pieces of cartilage are felt from under Scott’s skin beneath Heeseung’s palm.

In complete shock after experiencing indescribable and longing pain, Scott nearly blacks out as his voice, which blew out from the overwhelming screams of pain, can no longer be heard.

“Hmph.” Heeseung scoffs as he smirks, falling back into the hands of his full Ethan side, who releases Scott’s distorted and stunned face.

Present

Dance for me, like a flower that blooms dead I just wanna dance on, endlessly Like a curse, I can't stop myself Woah, again, chaconne now

Undressed, bare, and exposed for him to feast on, Eden is pressed against Ethan’s broad frame as he wraps his arms lovingly around her. She whimpers softly as her face is buried into his shirt, slightly muffled by the material that covers her face.

‘Oh my girl…does it hurt? I know…but you can take it…I know you can.’

Reaching over as his arm keeps her firm in his embrace, he reaches behind, opening the top drawer, taking out a black leather belt covered with dulled, semi-pointed metal studs. One that he occasionally wore with his leather jacket and all black attire, the man did have various taste and diversity in his fashion sense after all.

Your Eden side sets her sights on the leather strap he brings forth, wrapped around his wrist.

She recognizes it.

Through you, the memory of meeting ‘Ethan’ for the first time as Vicky’s roommate, had emerged, you recall the attire he had on as the image of him donning a full get up of skinny jeans, combat styled boots, a metal band themed t-shirt, hovered by a leather jacket and his cap. All in black.

Around his waist, was the belt he now snaked around his arm.

Softly shuttering at the view of it, with the silver studs sticking out, Eden’s breath hitches. Her chest issues a vibrating sense from the pause, which Ethan noticed.

‘Oh? You recognize this, don’t you? Mmm…my beautiful girl. How much I love you, you have no idea how much you continue to fascinate me. I wanna see more.’

Demanding for his Eden to undress him, she does as he bids as the glistened streams on her face begin to dry, yet her eyes remain moist and red.

‘This sensation…it’s….’

Feeling the painful effects of his affection, Eden renders her screams and tears of pain, yet, there was a yearning for more of it. A shattered burst of flutter and tingle emerged from inside her belly as she felt his roughness. The way he was looking at her…it was a look of fascination, love, lust, and desire. Somehow, she knew that by putting up with the intense, aching process, the result in the end was going to be beyond satisfaction.

With the two embracing one another, completely nude and kissed by the cold and crisp air around them, Ethan, snaking his hands behind her thighs and lifting his Eden, takes her into a seated position as he relaxes his ‘wife’ on his lap.

Once stationary, his hands roam upwards, grabbing on to her waist, with both hands, he snaps the leather belt, cracking a loud snap to shatter any peaceful sense inside the room. Lining the belt around the narrow part of her waist, he reverses the strap for the studs to be in contact against Eden’s skin, where he makes a full wrap and locks it in by feeding the tail through the loop ring, and holding on to the excess length, pulling it taught.

With his slight pull, the metal studs dig into her skin.

Leaning her head back as she moans in pain, Eden mentally thanked God that the belt had semi-pointed tips, though as dull as they were, the sting started to come in as the pyramid shaped metal pieces were digging into her soft skin as he continued to slowly pull.

The sting grew more intense, causing Eden to lift and slam her hands on his bare shoulders as she jolts, causing her weight to break from his lap for only a second. His hold on the belt that was tight around her waist allowed him to pull her back down the very moment he felt her warmth separate from him.

Through painstaking sting and anguish, he controlled her movements. Telling her to lean her head back towards him, he demands a kiss from his queen, slightly pulling the tail end of the belt once more.

Wincing in pain, Eden yelps and does as he bids, giving him the most passionate kiss, one that she could give through her painful whimpering.

Flashback

As Ethan was conducting ‘business’ with Scott, the painful screams of agony can be heard across the minimal hollow space, where Tiff sat across, with Eden before her.

Eyeing a suitcase off to the side, Eden’s curiosity was perked as she makes her way over and opens to reveal the contents.

A variety of erotic devices and toys stuffed into the large case, Eden’s brow raises. Grabbing on to a variety of the shapes, sizes, and lengths of each item, Eden selectively chooses one that had looked the most…painful.

Walking over to Tiff, Eden glares at the ground as she reaches down with her free hand, grabbing the girl by the hair, forcing her to go from her kneeling state to stand, facing Eden.

“Now I have to know…” Eden calmly starts as she admires the length and massive girth of the phallic toy she held in her hand, stroking the shaft as she guesses the measurement of the resin made item.

’15? 16? Hmm…maybe even 17 inches?’

Eden continues with her statement as she mentally assumes the length of the toy.

“I have to know…just how many girls did you recruit and trick to fall in the hands of that man?”

Eden’s glare switches from the toy, which she assumes had been used in the most violating manner against innocent girls, ones that, unlike yourself, couldn’t be saved from such undeserving assault.

She stares at the timid girl, who stood wide eyed and breathing through her nostrils deeply as her own shirt had been removed, twisted, and used to gag her distorted face.

“Was it all for petty cash? I bet it wasn’t for much…probably only enough to fill your gas tank…” Eden continues, tilting her face as she studies the girl’s face.

“Is that what they were all worth to you? You planned, arranged, and paid that man to do terrible acts just because things didn’t go your way?...How childish.” Eden whispers.

Whipping the toy over to her side, Eden swings, hitting Tiff’s face with the tip of it.

“It looks real…doesn’t it? But I bet it feels a lot harder, more…unpleasant. It’s also quite large…” Eden continues as she admires the toy as if it were a sword, crafted by the finest steel.

Turning her head off to the side, Eden observes as she hears Jake walking towards herself and Ethan, along with the offending pair at their mercy. He carried two gym bags, seemingly filled with something that caused a clinking noise as he walked.

As he reaches towards the end of the van, Jake glances over to Tiff, issuing a harsh smirk which ultimately caused her to wonder…to suddenly realize…

………………..

‘Uh..I’m the friend of the owner of this phone. Who is this?’

Answering Heeseung’s phone, Jake speaks, acting out a confused tone as he picked out whatever bottle he laid his hands on, adding it into the cart.

‘Whatever, where is Ethan?’

‘Ethan? He’s out at the moment…’

‘Where is he? I need to speak with him right now.’

………………

Noticing the sudden realization on her face, Jake issues a sly smile.

What with overhearing the story that Vickey explained to Heeseung in the car, he had never found himself so disgusted with a human being in his life.

But also…

Recalling the image of when you were taken, as the van pulled up from behind, it was nearly impossible for him to shake off the sight of the two men, masked, come up and sucker punch his girl. Not only that, but sitting atop of her as they pushed, and shoved her into the pavement, and laughed as they dragged her and tossed her around like a ragdoll, creating those awful scrapes to appear on her doll-like legs. Those legs that he took great pleasure in kissing and brushing his fingertips along the contours of their length, knowing how much she loved it.

Seeing her in distress, and helpless, he ran. He sprinted…but he was too far, all he could do was continue to run as he lost his breath and witness their filthy hands on….her. His delicate and pretty little (Jakes) y/n.

 This…was just as personal for him, as it was for Heeseung, Vicky, you, and the countless girls in the past, ones like Vicky’s dear friend from high school.

Placing the bags down by the van, he begins to unzip each one, releasing the contents carefully as he takes each bottle of hard liquor and stages it beside him.

Ethan walks over and begins to help Jake, who doesn’t say a single word. His face remained predominantly emotionless, yet…there was a hint of a smirk of satisfaction on it as Ethan approached and assists with the task.

Taking out all the bottles, the pair uncaps every single one, dowsing the van inside and out, the air was filled with the stench of hard liquor, it was so overwhelming as the boys kept pouring, one bottle right after the other. Who knows just how many bottles there were, the moment a bottle had been emptied, it was either tossed into the hollow van or smashed against the pavement.

Once the deed was done with the emptying of every bottle, Jake walks pass Ethan, issuing a hidden and low hand slap as he continues to make his way over to the opposite direction of where Ethan and Scott were.

Scott, still in painful shock from his face being broken, is lifted by Ethan’s grab of his hair, walks him over to the driver’s seat of the van. Removing the extension cord that bonded him, Ethan tosses it over towards the nearby equipment. With the state that Scott was in there was no way this man was going to run or do anything, he was severely weakened and injured to even think, let alone act out.

Rolling down the window, he shuts the van door. Walking over in the direction that Jake went, the duo returns with Scott’s crew, all blind folded and led by the cords wrapped around their necks, chain linking them into a single line. Releasing their restraints, Jake and Ethan toss each crew member inside the back of the van.

Watching with horror on her face, Tiff stares as she prepares to witness the worse to happen.

Taking out a brand-new pocketknife, Jake handles it with a cloth, passing it over to Ethan, who takes the cloth and grabbing on to the knife, he tosses it through the window of the van, where it lands on the floorboard of where Scott sat.

Walking behind Tiff, Eden stands behind as she wraps her arm around her neck, essentially forcing the girl to remain facing the vehicle. Pulling her skirt up, while dragging her panties down a bit with the toy in her hand, Eden begins to stroke the outrageously large toy in between Tiff’s thighs.

Trembling, never thinking that things could amount to the level of insanity she was witnessing. Not with ‘you’ or…Ethan….

She never saw him like this. He was evil, maniacal, insane, and insidious. His calm, and reserved nature that she knew all throughout high school was nowhere to be found, yet it was there for a moment when he met up with her at the parking lot initially, asking her if she had the ring in her possession.

For a moment, in her own head she finally realized that she had gone too far…regretful…but also too late. Not only did she have her warning, or her chance…she had years where she could have stopped…. could have developed remorse and repented for her part in ruining all those girls’ lives.

‘Too late…’

Beginning with the tip, Eden begins to shove the bulging resin tip of the toy inside Tiff’s cavity.

With no preparation to take in something that was too large, not meant to be taken in the manner that Eden was disposing, Tiff screams in pain as she feels herself becoming entirely stretched out by the foreign object.

Not only was her face going to be ruined…but her….she will forever be ruined.

“I told you…I was going to do what no other man could ever do…” Eden speaks softly as she admires a gaze to the van, continuing with her assault.

Inch by inch, she shoves the object in. Twisting, churning, and pushing it in, until it nearly was all the way in.

Tiff, rendering to the pressure and terrible pain, viscously breathed through her nostrils as she felt the pain of the pressure and lack of oxygen affecting her chest.

Letting go of the object, Eden lets the object remain steady as it rests inside Tiff. With her arms, Eden loosely embraces them around Tiff, petting her hair as she whispers against Tiff’s ear…

“Shhh….just relax….and watch…” Eden issues.

Closing all the doors to the van. Jake extends a hand, palm facing the sky. Ethan, issues a swift high-five once more, as they pass one another.

Heading back to the car to attend to his delicate (Jakes) y/n, Jake disappears in the dark shadows as he makes his way back.

Ethan, crossing his arms on the door of the driver’s seat, peaking his head slightly through the window to face Scott, gives him an ultimatum.

“I’m going to give you a choice…” he calmly speaks.

“You can all sit here and burn. Or…you can take that knife and slit your own throats…consider it my parting gift.”

Reaching over Scott’s lap, Ethan grabs an open pack of cigarettes, along with a lighter that was nearby.

Taking out a slim, he places it inside his mouth as he cups the end while lighting it, blocking the small gust of wind that grazed against his frame. Tossing the lighter back through the window inside the van, Ethan enjoys a puff or two. Not a smoker at all yet, the one thought that remained in his head kept aching his core…to the point that he needed something to take the edge off…the biggest of his fears that was tearing him up inside.

Taking a puff, Ethan explains to the mentally incoherent Scott, with his friends trembling in the back seating of the locked van.

“You know…” Ethan looks on the ground as he places one hand in his front pocket of his jeans, while the other cradles the cigarette between two fingers. His athletic wristbands taking in the scent of cigarette smoke as it elegantly drifts onto the soft material. He tilts his head down to look at the ground, his cap completely hiding his eyes as his nose and mouth had been the only part of his features to remain visible the entire night.

“For me to find y/n the way that I did…that might have been pure luck. I had no idea…no fucking clue how or where…to start. I had no idea where or who took her. I’m still in shock on how the fuck I pulled that off. I don’t know if it was luck, or if I’m just too fucking smart to be fooled…maybe it was both…or maybe…you and that bitch were too dumb to realize just who you were fucking with. You can fuck with the world…but no one fucks with mine. The fact that I could have easily lost her just as I had found her….that just…fucking is tearing me up inside. The fact that it was all by chance….”

Shaking his head in irritation as he takes another huff, he parts his lips just slightly and allows the smoke to emerge slowly without any assistance from his exhale, his gaze peers off to the side, focusing on the pavement.

“As much as I tried to give you and Tiff the benefit of the doubt…though it wasn’t much…I still gave it. But you…you and her…you guys couldn’t just take the fucking warning and be done. You could have just told her to fuck off when she hired you…but then again…”

Recalling Vickey’s story from her experience with Scott in high school, while he was away as a Senior, he snarls his lip.

“I guess it’s within your nature to do this shit.” Ethan sticks the cigarette inside his mouth, takes out his phone and opens the camera feature. Hitting the record button, he takes the cigarette, with one final huff, he exhales out the smoke and tosses it through the open window.

The van torched up as Scott and his crew all ramble in chaos inside. Howling and screaming in pure madness and aganozing pain.

With the scent of murder filling the air, everyone stood and watched. Unsure if they ever took it upon Ethan’s token of mercy to slit their own throats to avoid the slow torturous pain of being burned alive, or if they managed to grab the knife and slit their own throats, either way it didn’t matter. With the flames reaching the engine in no time, as black smoke emerges and waves into the night sky, a loud boom accompanied by the burst of flames flashes out, sealing everyone inside to perish nearly automatically.

Taking the recording, Ethan sends it in a text message…

…………………

Walking into the medical facility, after being painfully reminded of the occurrence from what happened in high school, Vickey couldn’t stop thinking about her dear friend. Reaching out to her fiancé, who’s prominence and status as the heir of his father’s company, allowed him connections that reached and found her friend, whom she lost contact with right after the terrible event.

Entering the ward, upon finding out the girl never healed from her emotional wounds of the disastrous assault against her, Vicky is led by a staff member that guides her to a closed room, where a peaceful and relaxed set up is arranged. The room had a TV, bed, windows that could not be opened, and a small bathroom.

Sitting on the bed, with her head hanging low, was the recognizable face of what used to be filled with life and vibrant youth.

Ridden with insomnia, unable to sleep the painful memories away, Vicky made efforts to express her emotional support after it took Sunghoon no time to find her.

Bringing forth a bouquet of flowers, Vicky sits next to the girl, who gazes up and looks at her visitor. Upon recognizing who it was, the girl bursts into tears, laying her head on Vicky’s lap.

“I’m so glad I was able to find you…” Vicky responds. There wasn’t anything Sunghoon wouldn’t’ do for her, upon hearing the tales of her painful memories, he offered his fullest support, which consisted of his private jet, private investigators, and special arrangements once she arrived at her destination.

Petting the girl’s head, Vicky sympathizes with the girl who had been her assistant cheerleader all throughout middle school, and prior to the incident, their time as Freshmans. A very dear and best friend at one point…until she was taken away and dropped out of school for lack of emotional stability. Who could blame her?

Hearing the notification of a text, Vicky checks the message….

………………

‘Ethan, tell me what I need to do.”

“…You still engaged?”

 “Uh…yeah.”

“Did he give you a ring?”

“…Yeah…”

…………………….

‘Okay I’ll do it…but Ethan… can I ask…what are you going to do once you get to them? What are you going to do to Scott?....’

‘………….’

‘I’ll still do it. And by all means, don’t take this as me encouraging you…although judging by your voice…and the fact that this happened to y/n….Ican already tell….’

‘…………..’

‘Whatever you do, Ethan…if you do decide to go and…you know…..could you do me a favor? Please don’t ask me to explain, just tell me either yes or no.….’

……………………..

Seeing the message displayed a video, Vicky smirks as she leans in towards the damaged girl.

“Here…” Vicky gently issues as she lends her phone over to her former friend.

Playing the video, which clearly displayed Scott’s broken face, the girl’s eyes widen as she began to feel the trauma and fear upon recognizing him. Those horrible memories.

“Its okay…I promise…just watch.” Vicky gently reassures her as she cradles her head. Stroking her hair.

Upon watching the video till the end, for the first time since the horrible act the man committed against her, the emotionally damaged girl….

Flared a faint smile.

………………………

Flashback – Vicky’s Story

“….I’m so sor-…I-I”

Unable to speak, Vickey, after just witnessing the disturbing recording, which she couldn’t watch after reading the caption attached to the recording, describing the act that took place against her poor friend.

Watching her dear friend that she had known since childhood, sitting on the floor before her, Vicky broke out of her own trauma, issuing tears as she watched her friend sit motionless, unable to produce her own tears. She was broken, violated, and harmed in the worst manner possible. Unable to take the sight of her friend, who was the sunflower of her childhood, Vickey sobs and begs out of desperation.

“….Please….wh-what can I do? I can’t…I can’t see you like this…..”

The girl, looks up at her pretty little friend, still adorned in her cheerleading outfit, the same one that she has hunged up behind her door…but will never wear again…for she was forced to wear it as the assault took place. The echoes of that man’s voice emerges from her memory…

“Yeah…that’s it. Take it you little cheerleading slut. You like that don’t you?”

The girl, dead inside, watches as her dear friend, sheds tears for her. Begging her to tell her what to do. How to fix this.

With a barely toned whisper, the girl softly tells Vicky…

“….I just want them dead…I wish they all would die. I feel like I can’t live anymore.”

Upon hearing her damaged friend speak with absolutely no life in her tone, Vicky sobbed hard. How could they do this to her? How could they do this to her best friend? Her dear friend…..forever ruined.  The worst part…was that she couldn’t do anything to help her….she couldn’t give her what she asked for.

…………………..

Watching the video that Ethan recorded, Vicky took in great delight as she and her once, dear friend, begin to smirk and gently laugh together, cradled in a friendly and familiar embrace.

‘Yes…my dear friend. Smile again. Know that, justice has finally been served…for you.’

Present

With the studs digging into her skin, Eden grabs on to Ethan’s arms, his length and girth thrusting into her repeatedly. Her naked body bouncing relentlessly on his shaft as his fluids mixes in with her own, dripping down as it secretes from her cavity.

“Ahhhh!! E-Ethan!!” she screams as her rear smacks against his thighs.

With one hand maintaining the hold of the belt, pulling it taught with each quake he feels in his gut from the overwhelming sense of pleasure, his other hand reaches around, grabbing and cradling his hold on one of Eden’s rear cheeks, furthering enhancing the bouncing motion as he slightly lifts and pushes down.

Thrusting, riding, grinding, with his skin popping against her rear each time she is brought down with such immense force, Ethan’s length twitches and pulsates inside her as he grows near his release. Eden following close behind.

“Fuck…you’re going to make me cum baby…” Ethan exclaims through gritted teeth as he smirks upon admiring the sight of his shaft re-entering inside Eden’s cavity.

With a final thrust, as deep as he could possibly go, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to melt into him as he releases inside her clenching walls. The feeling of her gushing fluids, swirling around his shaft and rushing out as she experiences her orgasm furthers his flickering motions, causing Eden to feel the tapping against her fleshy walls.

Grinding into her as he remains fully inside, his hands grab onto her rear, guiding her to a waving lap dance. Slow and steady, to his rhythm, Eden rides him as her gut trembles from the stimulation of sensational pleasure. Guiding her with the hold of her rear, his shaft slightly pulling, entering, thrusting, and re-entering, he hums out the tune that she rides to…

“Dance for me, like a flower that blooms dead I just wanna dance on, endlessly Like a curse, I can't stop myself Woah, again, chaconne now Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Again chaconne now Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Chaconne now”

Flashback

As Eden remains behind Tiff, she reaches around and cradles the girl’s chin, forcing her to watch the torching of the van, with Scott and his terrible crew inside.

“I’m going to give you a choice…hopefully you make the right one this time…” Eden issues.

“You’re either going to turn yourself in, confess to your offenses against all those girls from the past, while also taking the hit for this. Or…..” Eden leans in towards Tiff’s ear.

“You can join your friends right now as I toss you inside while it still burns…” Eden whispers.

Tiff’s eyes widened. She’s seen enough to know better than to say anything smart or assume their bluff. This girl…this Eden…she was not y/n….she was different. The same one that assaulted her inside the campus building.

After so many years, so many lives ruined, and so much pain and torment caused by her hand, Tiff finally learned her lesson. Her life was over…it was done. Her face, her body, and her soul…everything was gone. Whether she would agree to it or not…it was all her fault. Justice had long been overdue.

Tiff nods her head to reflect her compliance with taking in the responsibilities of her crimes.

Eden smiles.

“Hm. Smart. But also know this Tifffff…even if you don’t rot in jail, just know that…if you ever are free again…it will be wise for you to stay away from me…and my Ethan. Just know, that beyond the bars that will contain you, you are not safe…”

Unbeknownst to Eden, the eyes of her beloved Ethan stares intently at her as she issues her warning to Tiff. His eyes…wide, piercing, and stabbing through her unaware state as he becomes overwhelmed with an intense sensation.

Fascinated…intrigued…and falling hard in love all over again, Ethan’s chest paused in it’s inflection as his breathing stopped for a second. His mouth parts slightly as he takes in the sight of her….God she was incredible. So beautiful. So sexy. So poisonous. So much like him.

He wanted her…now.

With the fact that, not only did the love of his life witness and supported his vicious act of the night….but she even partook in it. She stood by him. She understood and communicated love, the same way he did.

Not knowing how she does it…but he was falling for her all over again.

As he stared he hears the last bit of Eden’s words to Tiff, he replays her voice.

‘…you are not safe.’

………

‘And unbeknownst to you my dear Eden…neither are you….’

[thegeminisage]

THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY breakdown

as always i am transcribing the little notes i took on my phone during the experience

the three things i knew about this film before i started were 1. valeris secret villain? some kind of mind-meld forced on spock? 2. worf's grandpa 3. kirk and bones sentenced to hard labor on planet hoth. other than that i went in blind

im glad they opened with CAPTAIN!!! sulu. i feel like he couldnt be there during filming but im so relieved he got parts anyway <3

also quite shocked to see janice rand?! god bless. she was like, i've undergone so much unbelievable bullshit. lemme get that star trek money. and then she did <3

the ship shaking in this movie was VERY realistic. the m,ost realistic yet. idk why they would have glass tecups in this situation though...maybe they just like to watch them break dramatically

uhura is still so beautiful in this movie. i don't know how she gets more beautiful in every star trek thing she appears in but she did it 6 times in a row. queen

first cry of the evening was when spock showed up but it was a SHORT cry because i had just cried about him in tng two days ago.

loved his little domestic spat with kirk at the beginning. the giant space between them. doing it in public. the absolute death glares. who's in the woodshed NOW (sorry for saying woodshed)

kirk being racist was an unexpected detail but i get it. you gotta have somebody being racist to nail home this story's message or whatever. i just figured it'd be bones. then again the klingons didn't kill his kid

that one bald klingon who kept eyefucking everybody he looked at. king. i know the phrase eyefucking is out of date because we overused it but there is simply no other way to describe it. he was there to leer at men suggestively and recite a batshit amount of shakespeare. and he did a great job

i had so much fun playing spot the tng set. they kept those rooms SO dark so we wouldn't recognize them but i did anyway.

the anti-gravity scene was SO so so so cool and good. like, the 90s cgi purple pepto bismol blood took me out of it a little but we have been saying every time something fucked up their little ship "how is the gravity still on rn." and the answer, always, is "it's on bc no-grav scenes cost money." FINALLY we got a no gravity scene. such a profound sense of both awe and closure

the violence was shockingly gorey too. like we had severed arms and real blood flying everywhere. idk that any of the trek i've watched so far has been quite that explicit

the scene where bones tries to save the klingon high chancellor. 10/10. bones the healer begging to be allowed to save lives. him jumping straight up onto that table and straddlign that man. him digging his hands into all that klingon blood. what a fine moment. it was a little homoerotic of that guy to grab kirk in the spiderman kiss pose as he was dying too

sarek cameo <3 it felt weird to see him alive right after he died

i did wonder why they didn't just have saavik in this film instead of valeris...i guess that saavik fans would have been mad if the send-off for the character was to make her a backstabber. but it would have felt more believable that spock be blind to her passions because she was also his protege. it also would've made the mind meld (WHICH. WOW. GETTING TO THAT) all the more tragic. valeris does a great spock eyebrow but she's not as compelling as saavik and she doesn't have the backstory so even if i hadn't had the spoilers i would have suspected her

things i didnt like: that one colonel guy saying terrorism and mr scott saying bitch. watch your mouth, gentleman.

the trial was fine (i still have trial fatigue) but i find it hard to believe klingons dont have tear ducts. what if they get something in their eyes? i loved seeing worf. i loved bones's little arthritis joke. frail little old waif of a man <3

kirk getting his ass handed to him over his personal logs is why you don't make personal logs. even funnier: their thing where they were like yeah but he has a record of [lists 1000000 crimes kirk has committed]. that was funny because it was true.

i love when they put dogs in costumes

bones collapsing in that blizzard was my ONE AND ONLY HOPE for this movie. i needed him to do it so bad so i could round out my collection and he did not let me down. true consistency. authenticity. king behavior. me when i go north fr

unexpected: both the cigar and the hot alien lady. i don't know what either of them were even doing there. she literally macked on kirk right in front of bones's salad. idk if we can count this as a close encounter though considering how short it was

i loved kirk's little fight where he nutshotted the alien. and their little prison outfits. and them snuggling up on bed together to stay warm <3 also bones being like and one day PFFFT kobayashi maru, that's it! quintessential bones behavior.

AMANDA GRAYSON RELATED TO SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE??? cmon.

mixed feelings about the shapeshifter. double kirks was great (once again: william shatner plays a woman) and hilarious especially when they smooshed poor bones. double especially when she was like yeah well i bet you always wanted to kiss yourself anyway. that little girl giving kirk a saucy wink was maybe less fun. it would have been a close encounter if they'd fucked i guess

spirk talking in the hall and their faces were soooo close together

spock's forced mind meld: i thought this was something done TO him, not something HE DID. imagine my shock. there's a little mirror spock in him after all. it was absolutely fucking ruthless. i have a little pet theory that everyone in the mirrorverse is really the same - it's only their circumstances that turned them into monsters. it's not always viable and it's not always as fun as them just being evil and edgy, but this does lend it evidence <3

spock "i've been dead before" absolute king.

the conference at khitomer!!!! the foreshadowing.........

spirk's conversation in spock's quarters in the dark...mwah. "the night is young" "i find that remark insulting" "i need you" i wish they had talked about valeris but this was still really good. bones should have been there.

TORPEDO SURGERY! IT'S AN AOS REFERENCE! aos bones is a damsel because he couldn't operate on the torpedo.

loved kirk's GET DOWN MRS OBAMA moment and he got to have one twice in a row and then pull the mask off that guy like he was a scooby doo villain. incredible.

you've restored my father's faith / you've restored my son's...wah. i didn't really care about david but i'm glad he got closure about it or whatever.

then the klingon slow clapping. incredible.

spock cussing and saying go to hell <3

"soon the enterprise will have a new crew" yeah a worse one. i did like the switch from no man to no one though during that final monologue. just subtle enough <3

I DID CRY AGAIN AT THE END.....................it was a very sweet ending. second star to the right and straight on til morning. i'm glad sulu got to say goodbye even on webcam he was such a g this film. i'm gonna miss them SO MUCH.

i now know spock's ENTIRE LIFE STORY except whatever happens in snw that i dont care about <3 if i wasnt busy it would have huge fanfic potential. give me time i guess.

[bluiex]

Hi! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Haven’t been writing as much but since I’m back have some fluffy snow bugs making cookies + a Poem!! ༺ ✧ ༻

When love comes from you, I could never get sick of it my dear. You are to be my light and my darkness. 

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Scott’s laugh was like the clouds, a soft, silky smooth sound with cracks as if it was ice melting. There was nothing Tango loved more then to hear it. Just to be near Scott, as he looked simply beautiful.

“Firefly, your meant to add half a cup of sugar, not salt.” He states calmly as Tango flushes with embarrassment. He groans as he gets rid of the bowl full of pure salt(Which is probably deadly if eaten.)

“Help me?” Tango looks towards Scott with a sad face that could rival even the saddest of wet cats. Scott hums are he starts to grab the missing ingredients, then places then down.

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I hope one day you are to see your greatness too. I know that one day is not near, but I make promise that I will make you have the love I have always have for you. 

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“Grab that one really big bowl, one of the smaller ones and then the mixer.” Tango grabs what Scott tells him to, then stands awkwardly against the counter waiting to be told something else.

“Mix these together for me?” He hands the blonde the bowl, “Gently.” He sternly warns before continuing to measure the flour. Tango grumpily turns around to mix the egg yokes. 

“How does someone gently mix something?!” He mumbles to himself after he attempts to gently mix the egg yokes(with just a few spills). When he presents the eggs to Scott, he giggles. “What? Is there something on my face?”

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I do not know if you love me the way I do you, but you have been here for me and for that you have brighten my days.

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“I don’t know how you did it but there’s some right-” he reaches his hand to wipe away whatever got stuck on his nose. “There.” And just for that moment they stand still looking at each other like lovesick idiots.

“Did you preheat the oven?” Scott says breaking their comfortable silence. Seeing the confused look on his lover he sighs, “You didn’t know you had to preheat the oven, didn’t you?”  He stares unimpressed at the other’s sheepish smile.

“Hey! This is my first time baking!” Tango argues, the shorter hums as if he wasn’t even listening. “Wha- I’m being very serious!” Scott hums again completely ignoring his complaints.

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Even if I was never to feel you skin on mine again, I’d cherish the thought of you even being near. You smile warms my days, so please do not frown.

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The smoke was the first indicator that something was wrong. The second was Tango frantically trying to open the oven with out any mittens or cloth. “I PUT THE TIMER TO LONG!” He yells out to call for his lover to which he comes running from seemingly out of nowhere.

“I told you 20 minutes and then to put it back in if it wasn’t ready!” The starborn argues slightly before calming down and using a cloth to take them out. “This is why I dont trust you in the kitchen.” He grumbles as he looks at coal lookalikes.

“I’m sorry! I thought I could just put them in for like 25 and it be fine!” The blaze says sadly. His lover disappointedly shakes his head at him. He sighs “How about I make it up to you and we just head by Jimmy and the others to see if they can help?” 

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May one day who ever controls the heavens and the earths take pity on you and carry you to safety

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“Hey. I’m sorry I burnt the cookies last time.” Tango sniff as he sits down next to the grave with a small bowl of cookies and some fresh flowers. “I think I won’t stop missing you.” He smiles sadly.

“Uh, Jim made the cookies,” He awkwardly sets down both things as he takes a cookie and watches it. “I think he felt bad for me. I’m not really sure.” Tango stares at the cookie before starting to cry, “I love you..”

The night grows cold but to him this is will be the warmest it can ever get without his lover. He’d love him for ever, no matter who dare and try to force him to forget. No matter how long the grieve will stain him.

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I lied. I love me some great ol’ ANGST.

-🌺🪸🥀

GA AAAAAH AAAAAH COMING BACK WITH ANGST TRAIN BRO

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

[christinesficrecs]

Hi! I dont know if you can help me but do you know any Sterek fics where Stiles confeses to Derek but he rejects him? I'm feeling masochistic, but not too much tho! Only recs with happy endings please 🙏 Thank you!

Sure.

One Door Closes by KouriArashi | 27.7K | Explicit

Derek knows that Stiles is too young for him, but Stiles doesn't agree. Eight years after Derek rejects him due to the age gap, they meet again where Derek has settled in Wyoming as a ranch hand, and Stiles is the new deputy, and still pissed as hell about the way Derek turned him down. Things don't go as either of them planned. (I'm sure a million fics have been written about older Stiles and Derek, but this one has cowboy Derek, does that help?)

With Tears in My Eyes by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 55K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski never thought much about his relationship with Derek Hale. He didn't have to because Derek was always there for him. That is, until Braeden entered the picture. Derek seems happy, and Stiles takes comfort knowing that the broody werewolf is less broody. Stiles, however, is hit full force by his feelings when Derek is injured at La Iglesia. He realizes then, that everything he has felt for Derek is more than what he originally thought. He struggles with coming to terms with them, and finally, with the advise of Scott, takes the first step to doing something about it. With fear and hope guiding him, Stiles tries to tell Derek the truth. But nobody said love was going to be easy.

waiting for you to say it first by paradis | 8.2K

Four months. Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.

You Remember It All; When I Loved You So by crossroadswrite | 21.4K

Derek takes a step forward and then stops. Stiles can see the way his muscles tense and tremble like he’s holding himself back by a hair.

“What-“ his voice breaks, he gets a little choked off and has to drop his eyes.

It’s been one year. He doesn’t think he can look at him after one year.

“What are you doing here?” he mumbles into the floor, knows that Derek will hear him.

“I-“

I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 135.5K | Explicit

“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“

“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.

“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.

Five Times Stiles Asks Derek Out and One Time Derek Asks Stiles Out by stilinskisderek | 6.5K | Explicit

His voice cracked as the first warm tear fell from his eye and ran down his cheek, "because I love you Derek."

Derek turned his head away from Stiles and gulped, not being able to look at the boy when he said, "well I don't love you."

And finally, Stiles got the message loud and clear.

A Life Less Ordinary by Jebiwonkenobi | 19.2K

It takes a few years but eventually they manage to agree on something; Derek Hale is an asshole, and Stiles Stilinski is in love with him.

[relaxxattack]

hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

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now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

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do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

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CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

[cevansprincess]

from messages: Hi! I hope you're doing okay! I saw requests are open! I was thinking of the ff prompts 91. You dont have to masturbate when i'm here 102. They wont hear Chris Evans x (assistant) reader where assistant stayed in Chris' house for a while during quarantine and it may be up to you, if it may be Chris or reader will state the prompts 😅😅😊😊

91. “you don’t have to masturbate when i’m here”

102. “they won’t hear”

you had been looking at chris’ face for weeks on end and it was finally getting to you

you being his assistant meant you “had” to stay here with him

“he’s your boss” you would tell yourself but tonight was your breaking point. chris had been dressed in a blue suit (which you had helped him put on by the way), his hair had grown out from the buzz cut, and he was wearing a cologne that you had picked out.

the universe had just completely planned your downfall today

you snuck off to your room to relieve your frustration.

“fuck does this door not lock?” you asked facepalmed yourself. but you didn’t have time to care

your clit throbbed with hunger for something, anything.

those 4 walls felt like they were closing in on you as you laid in bed attempting to talk yourself out of doing this

but you had to

you unzipped your dress and wiggled out of it

you heels were thrown somewhere and you let the pins out of your hair

you were preparing for a long night with yourself

you thought of how he looked down at you when you tied his tie

or when you kneeled to tie his shoe; the smirk he gave you that dream about every night

you clit was sore though you hadn’t even touched it yet

you dipped in your wetness and rubbed it all over you

the only thing you thought about was chris

holding you, caressing you, whispering to you as you took all of him

chris had been looking all over the house for you

he excused himself from the small gathering to find you he checked the bathroom to make sure you hadn’t got sick. then he went to your bedroom to see if you had retired to bed. he didn’t think and just opened the door

the scene in front of him shocked him

“oh my god i’m so so so so so so sorry. i didn’t know i should’ve knocked”

“no it’s ok” a part of you wanted him to walk in and to stay. to please you, to please him

he couldn’t help it. he knew it was wrong but he looked at your naked body and back up to you

“i uh- i’m going to go” he didn’t want to leave

he wanted to lay you on the bed and fuck your brains out

he felt envious of the man who you thought about while you touched yourself

he flirted with you day in and day out. he too needed a release. he knew how you looked and him and how he looked at you. “it isn’t enough i guess”

before he got ready to leave he had to hint at it atleast one more time “you don’t have to masturbate when i’m here”

that’s all you needed to hear

you quickly grabbed cris from leaving and threw him back into the room

he liked the way you took control but he had to be the one in control and you needed to know that

he turned you around so your back was to him and bent you over the bed

stay just like that

he began to take his suit off

you wanted to help but you had to obey his orders

the sound of his belt jingling made you quiver

you didn’t dare to look back afraid you’d be punished

he walked up to you and you could feel the heat from him radiating

knowing that both of you craved each other made you go wild

“i haven’t even touched you and your already clinching your pussy. this is going to be a fun night”

“chris what about your family?” you said snapping out of your fantasy and realizing this could be trouble.

“they won’t hear, scott’s telling his stories and you know he’s loud”

“no more questions please unless it’s ‘can i cum’ alright?”

he slapped your ass and made you jump

“yes daddy”

“good girl”

“i can’t just fuck you with out getting a taste”

he spread both your pussy and your ass with his hands

he took no time to dive into you

“mm fuck that’s delicious, i need to taste you more often” his whole face was buried into you

all you would hear was his heavy breathing and you pussy embarrassing you by being so loud

his tongue went down and swirled across your slit and back up to your entrance then repeated

you couldn’t take anymore of this

“can i cum please daddy”

he laughed and vibrated a “mmmmhmmmm” on your clit

you came effortlessly

that wasn’t good enough for him though

he wanted you to cum at least twice for him before he fucked you

he flicked his tongue hard on your clit while you were coming down from your first high. sending right back to the place

“you taste marvelous”

he entered you without warning making you yelp

“shhh. we wouldn’t want anyone finding out would we”

he stretched you nicely

he went slow you get you used to it then he began pounding you

he lifted your upper body up against his chest and wrapped his had snuggly around your neck

“that is a good, tight little cunt, i can’t believe it took this long for me to finally fuck you, but fuck was it worth it”

you couldn’t say anything he not only had your neck in this hand but his dick in your pussy and he was relentless with both

he let your neck go but didn’t stop on your pussy

you fell back into the bed

he’s a gentleman so he grabbed you a pillow to lay on so he continued to murder your pussy

he did long deep stroked making the head board knock against the wall

you put you hand up to get him to stop

he took your hand and put it behind your back

he didn’t care if they heard

he only cared if you came

he was nearing his end and you were nearing your third orgasm

he reached around and grabbed your clit knowing that was the key to your orgasm

“that’s it baby let lose for me cum for me”

you whimpered

“i know i know, daddy’s cock feels going in the perfect little hole doesn’t it”

“you can let go daddy’s not going anywhere”

you squirted all over him and he came inside you

“fuck i don’t want to pull out but i’ve gotta tell them the parties over” he said after you guys heart beats and breathing had went back to normal

in that moment scott burst through the door. which was normal for him. you guy were super close

“omg you guys fucked” he yelled

“shhhh” you and chris said in unison

“sorry! well we’re going to go” he tip toed out of the room and closed the door

“problem solved” you laughed to chris

[manic-pixies-dream-girl]

angelic devil

devil's advocate!james x angel!reader

this isnt really a blurb or fic so idk what to do with it

word count: 0.5k

a/n: sudden inspiration, i dont know how to explain it but this might be the best thing ive written, james isnt explicitly stated so feel free to imagine him as anyone youd like i just personally imagined him when i wrote this

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He notices her from across the room, angelic. She’s clad in a silk dress the milky tones of it shimmering and caressing her skin complimenting everything about her perfectly. He loved the way her hair flowed gently down her shoulders and past falling against her dress. How the eyeliner and mascara she wore were uneven and slightly smudged from the humidity and her naturally shaky hands.

He wanted to delve himself into her and lose himself along the way, he wanted her to be everything that he felt, wanted, needed. He wanted her to be the reason he could breathe, he wanted her to be his oxygen, to never be apart from her.

She’s the forbidden angel and he’s the devil's advocate, a pretentious duo, the pale golden aura, and the death-laden darkness. Glowing halo and devil horns, pastel angel wings that carried her to a better place, a place where she belonged, and dark murky wings that carried him to the depths of darkness. She lit the whole room on fire with her love and he only darkened it, she spread happiness and he spread despair.

He wanted to be like her, he wanted to be so much more, he wanted to have hope again, it’d been too long since he’d hoped for anything. He hoped she would notice him lurking in the corner, he hoped she would talk to him, he hoped she would shine her light onto him and only him for a moment, even just a moment of hope, of happiness, of love. He wanted to be enough for her to stay even though asking for someone to stay is much more difficult than only saying goodbye.

She met his eyes feeling them study her for so long, they were swirling with gold only the angels had in their souls, pure innocence, hearts of gold. His red-brown eyes swirled back at her hoping that she wouldn’t look away. He hoped she could bring him to the light, he didn’t want the darkness anymore, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be with her. He wanted the unforbidden innocence she held, he wanted to be able to hold her without her being burned by his darkness.

It was like she was drawing him in, reaching out and calling, beckoning him to come and be with her. He got his hopes, he reached out, she reached too.

The energy of the touch sent shudders through their spines, the grazing of fingertips, ones so soft they could’ve easily belonged to a child, and the others rough and calloused though utterly inviting. Palms dancing together caressing lightly, testing each other, their eyes trained on the flesh of one another. They held each other's wrists and she looked into his eyes, he looked into her, they waited as if only for the other to break off and pull away, neither did.

He devoured everything about her, the way her skin felt against his, the way her eyes sparkled explicitly like diamonds up close, her soft lips smooth and unchapped, and the freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose. He couldn't see it but his eyes and aura were glowing gold, his wings dampened colors were fading and he hardly noticed, he lost himself in her.

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[wintrcaptn]

It’s You | Chris Evans 🖤

Summary : moving to a new place, not knowing a single person, wasn’t what you had in mind. But wanting a fresh start was the main goal. Little did you know, you were now living next door to none other than Chris Evans.

A/N : I had this dream and thought it would be fun to write a little story off of it. It’s cheesy and I honestly don’t even know if he has neighbors where he lives but oh well. Hope this makes you somewhat happy during these crazy times! Please be safe and don’t forget, wash your hands! (:

The house next door to Chris had been vacant for quite some time and he honestly didn’t even know it had sold.

Until now.

“Dammit.” You groaned to yourself as your books broke through the bottom of the box, falling to the ground.

All you could do was look up and let out a sigh. From driving all night, you were exhausted, stressed and beyond annoyed.

Chris had just finished changing his shirt when he heard the loud ruckus that came from outside, quickly catching his attention.

He watched you for a quick moment before Dodger snapped him back to reality after he bumped into his leg.

“Hey buddy.” He muttered, glancing back at you through the window.

You were struggle to push the broken box to your door. To get it out of the way.

Chris couldn’t help but feel bad. Without a moment to process what he was about to do, he started toward the door, making his way over to you.

It didn’t take long for him to walk over due to being literal next door neighbors. But finally getting to see you clearer he was captivated. Drawn into you for a reason he wasn’t sure as to why.

“Um hey, need some extra hands?”

The voice came from behind you, startling you. “Shit!” You exclaimed, holding your chest with your hand. “You scared me!”

You cut the word short once your eyes met his, suddenly, you were at loss for words.

“I—I’m so sorry.” He muttered. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I was—“ he stopped when he noticed your expression, one he has seen too many times on fans faces.

He didn’t mind really, but sometimes he wished he wasn’t so recognizable.

“You seemed like you needed a hand.” He flashed a smirk.

Swallowing hard, toy forced yourself to snap out of whatever the hell you were lost in. Which was harder than you thought.

“T-Thank you. But I’m okay.” You managed to get out. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

Chris’ lips curved at the edges, forming a soft smile. “Chris. It’s nice to meet you.”

As if you didn’t know who he was.

You tried to collect yourself and return back to moving the box full of books. But unfortunately, it was useless. With it falling apart and the weight of it all, you were having a hard time.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” He asked, his hands deep in his front pockets. “It kind of looks like you’re struggling.”

“Struggle is my middle name.”

Immediately, you winced are how horrible that joke was, which only created Chris to chuckle.

You knew having help would make things a lot easier, but you didn’t want to come off as creepy, mainly because you knew you’d probably stare too much or say the wrong things. It’s not everyday you move next door to your celebrity crush.

This whole thing felt like a fan fiction. Which you read from time to time whenever you got tired of the real world.

So it was hard to look him in the eyes and pretend to be cool about the fact that he was your neighbor. Of all people.

“I really am ok—“ before you could finish your sentence, the books fell through the box once again, but this time, one of them landed on your foot.

“Shit!!” You grunted.

Chris strode over to you in an instant, and helped you set the box down.

His hand grazed against yours, and for a moment, you forgot about the pain. Until you shifted in your stance.

“Damn, that’s going to leave a bruise.” You hissed.

Chris couldn’t help but start to laugh. As hard as he tried to hold it in, he couldn’t control it. Before you knew it, you were both standing in your driveway, laughing.

“Great way to break the ice, right?” You cackled.

“Definitely. One hell of a way to meet your neighbor.” He said with a cheeky grin.

You let out a soft sigh, and finally caved. Nothing could be worse than that right? Besides, you’ll be too busy walking back and forth, there won’t be time to talk or embarrass yourself even more for that matter.

“So about that extra hand?”

He nodded and went straight for the box you unsuccessfully moved.

“Where would you like me to put these?” He asked.

“Um anywhere is fine. Thank you.”

He flashed yet another smile and made his way inside, and suddenly you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

‘Holy shit. Chris Evans is my fucking neighbor?!’ You thought you yourself. ‘Okay, be cool Y/N. Don’t be weird.’

As time went on, you were both going back and forth, transferring the boxes into the house. You shared a few glances here and there, and when you would catch each other’s eyes, you couldn’t help but grow bashful and quickly look away.

Feeling like a teenage girl all over again.

Chris on the other hand, he was amused by the way he made you fluster. It was something he was used to experiencing with some fans he encountered, but there was something different when you did it.

After a while, you had small conversations here and there. It started with talking about the weather, then turned into something a little more intimate.

He had asked you about your life, your hobbies, your dreams. And the way you talked about the thing a you loved, he was somehow drawn in even more.

You were funny, and not just in a typical way. It was the one where the laughter rolls up in your chest and bursts out without any restraint.

Talking to him, it almost felt effortless. The words kept slipping through and fell into place. You managed not to screw up.

“I had no idea people still liked the Backstreet Boys.” He chuckled, pointing to your shirt.

“Hey, dont hate on my boys. They have been with me through a lot of relationships and heart breaks.”

He chuckled once again, leaning against your truck, he arms crossed over his chest.

You couldn’t help but get lost in those damn beautiful blue eyes, that you didn’t realize you had unloaded all of the boxes.

“Oh damn, we did it.” You smiled, feeling relieved to have that part done with. “And now all that’s left to do is unpack those damn boxes.”

“But that’s the best part.” He said. “You get to set up everything the way you like and reminisce on all the random crap you find.”

“That’s true. But I’m too sober to get into that mess.” You chuckled.

He knew he should call it a day and let you be, but he wasn’t ready to say bye just yet. He wasn’t ready to walk away.

“Well, let’s crack open some beers and maybe order some pizza while we’re at it.”

You were taken aback by his words, you weren’t sure if you actually heard him right.

“Wait, what?”

“Come on, I’ve helped you this long. Might as well help you finish.”

You snorted and chuckled at the same time, shaking your head.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, I just have a very dirty mind, and well—“

He paused for a moment before putting two and two together and laughing along with you. “I mean, you could at least take me out on a first date before hitting on me.” He winked.

In that moment, you swore you felt your knees wobble and your breath hitch to the back of your throat.

‘Did he just flirt with me?’

“Trust me, you’d know if I were hitting on you. I’d use some of my famous pick up lines.” You said, feeling a tad confident in that moment. “And besides, I don’t think you could handle me anyway.”

Things were intense between you two. Tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife. But after a long moment of locking his gaze on you, Chris cleared his throat and laughed it off.

“I have some beers at my place I can bring over, and I could order us some food.”

You shook your head no and pulled your phone out of your back pocket. “You literally saved my ass today, the least I could do is buy you food. Pay you for your service or whatever.”

A smirk formed on his lips, “are you calling me a hooker?”

“What? No! I wasn’t! I was just—no. I’m sorry if—“

Chris could see the panic in your eyes and stopped you before you rambled on. “Hey, it’s okay! I was kidding!” He cackled. “I know what you meant. Don’t worry.”

Letting out a sigh, you could feel heat begin to radiate off your body. This is what true embarrassment felt like. Something you were definitely used to since all you ever do is make a fool of yourself.

“I’ll be back. I’m gonna check up on my dog and grab some beer for us.” He said. “Then we can get started on unpacking all of your dark secrets.”

Before you could say anything, he turned on his heels and walked back to his house, leaving you to yourself.

“So much for focusing on myself. How the hell am I suppose to focus when he is my freakin neighbor?!” You mumbled to yourself. Walking back to your house.

Chris was immediately greeted by Dodger the second he opened the door, and his brother Scott who was staying with him for a bit.

“Who’s that?” He asked, pointing out the window. “Because she’s cute.”

“Her name is Y/N. She just moved in—obviously. And please don’t start.”

Scott presses his hands to his chest, pretending to be offended. “Start what? I’m just innocently asking who she is. That’s all.”

“Scott, there’s nothing innocent about you.”

His little brother chuckled and shrugged. “You have a point.”

“Well if you’re done, I am going to grab some drinks and head back to her place.”

“Oh? You two are drinking together already?! Christopher! At least take the girl out on a proper date.”

Chris rolled his eyes as he made his way over to his kitchen. This wasn’t something he wanted to get into at that moment. Especially with his brother.

But he knew he wouldn’t let it go. That wasn’t in his nature.

“She seems like she needs a friend, that’s it.” Chris muttered. “Now let’s drop this okay? Besides, I am in no rush to get into another relationship. I am doing just fine with the way things are.”

Scott pursed his lips, not believing a single word his brother said, but he wasn’t going to push it. “Whatever you say, bro. Just don’t run to me when you start catching feelings, okay?”

“I won’t. Don’t worry.” He chuckled, as he grabbed a six pack of beer from his fridge. “I’ll just be next door, if you need anything.”

“Mhmm.”

As he started back to your place, he kept mumbling to himself, that this was purely platonic. This can’t turn into anything, it just can’t.

And for the most part, he truly believed he had nothing to worry about. But as months come and gone, and you two grew closer each day....

He soon realized just how wrong he was.

——

Chapter Two

[luvspence]

prom night

synopsis: you and spence both never got your own prom, maybe this makes up for it

{a/n: i’m projecting a little bit bc i missed my prom, but i hope this isn’t too cheesy}

——-

the east coast was your home

born and raised in dc, school in new york, work in virginia

you wouldn’t have it any different

except for the fact that you lived less than 20 mins outside your childhood home

you loved being able to be close to your family, but it had its downsides

“y/n can you pick up your brother

y/n can you run to the store for me

y/n can you pick up my dry cleaning”

and it was like you were in high school all over again

on one occasion you were at home with your mom and your baby sister, delaney, she was 17, so not much of a baby anymore

“so what’s the hot gos” you said taking a bite out of your gronola bar and looking your sister down

“ew”

“dont ‘ew’ me”

“well i got asked to the prom yesterday”

your mom nearly dropped her pan

“NO WAY”

“yes way, is it so hard to believe that someone would like me? i’m not y/n for crying out loud”

you gave her a light punch on the arm

“NOT FUNNY”

she wasn’t far from wrong though, you were the classic “nerd”

15 years ago when you were in her place, at the exact same high school, you were never asked to prom, you were too busy in math olympiad or physics club to ever want to attend prom

but that was 15 years ago, now you lost the braces and the acne, got 2 degrees, and had a very lovely boyfriend of your own

“it is though, you’re lucky you found spencer, two dorks made for each other” she said taking a sip of her water

“you’re such a bitch”

15 year age gap aside, you were still very much, sisters

“y/n, do you mind chaperoning? that way we don’t have to pay for a ticket” your mom asked

your sister blurted out “oh my god NO”

you were laughing so hard, usually this is the kind of thing you’d pass on, but it torturing your sister was so so so worth it

“okay i’m game, see you prom night”

——

“spencerrrrrrr” you trailed on as you sat next to spencer on the couch, staring deep into his hazel eyes

“yes my love?”

“do you love meeeeeeee???”

spencer rolled his eyes, he knew this is how you asked him for a favors

“to the moon and back, why??????”

“okay look, my baby sister, delaney, is going to the prom and i’m chaperoning her, and she called me and you dorks so we have to get back at her by embarrassing the hell out of her at her prom”

spencer laughed

“you’re no better than a petty 17 year old”

you rolled your eyes “so can we?”

he looked at you, than his eyes trailed from the calendar to his watch to you again

“of course”

“yes!” you gave him a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek

“i love you so bad spencer reid!” you said as you ran around the apartment

“even more!” he replied

—

“incoming call from spencer reid”

“hey y/n?”

“yes love?”

“what color dress are you wearing tonight?”

“green, why?”

“no reason...”

he said before he hung up

you laughed to yourself “what a dork”

you continued to brush the mascara on your eyes, getting ready for your very first prom night

you came running down the stairs in a dark green ankle length dress, while spencer waited to pick you up

he was wearing a suit with a matching bow tie to your dress

“that’s why you asked the color! you look dashing by the by”

you said as you leaned over and gave him a cheek staining kiss

“and this” he said as he handed you a beautiful green corsage arrangement

“spencer! for me? this is gorgeous”

you said as you slipped it onto your wrist

“yeah, penelope knows a guy”

“of course she does, and thank you! i can’t believe you’d go through all of this for me on fake prom” you said as he started driving toward your parents house

“hey this prom is not fake at all to me, i’ve never been to prom before”

you shrugged “me neither, i always thought it was dumb anyway”

“this is sort of embarrassing” spencer said scratching his head

“come on spencer it’s just me”

“okay, you know i went to highschool very young, i hadn’t even gone through puberty. i was the smallest guy in the class and that wasn’t purely based on my age. i was scrawny. but i had this grand idea of going to prom with the most beautiful girl. and i’d be all tal and handsome at that point, and i’d walk into that dance and stick it to all my bullies”

“that not embarrassing! i wish i wanted to go to prom like that. i guess i was too pretentious to go, i was an all star intellectual, there was no way i’d show my face at an event like prom”

“yeah, so i guess we both get do overs. and i get to live my prom dream. now i’m tall, and i have a beatiful girl by my side” he said as he smiled at you

“have i ever told you i love you?”

“not enough” he smiled as he pulled into your parents drive way

you got out of your car to wait inside with your sister for her date to arrive

eventually a tall girl with a equally as beautiful corsage in her hand ended up nervously swaying on the front door and she rang the door bell

spencer answered

“hi!”

“h-hi, mr. y/l/n” she said in a nevrous tone

spencer laughed out loud and you went to intervene

“oh my yeah he’s just my boyfriend, hi i’m delaney’s older sister y/n. no need to be nervous, there’s no dad around here. just a lot of siblings, my mom and my boyfriend!” you said as you welcomed her into the house

delaney went to take the corsage from her date, melanie

your mom lined you spencer and your sister and melanie up for what felt like 800 pictures before you finally decided to get into spencers car to the dance

in the car you turned around to the girls

“sooooo, how’d y’all meet”

delaney burried her head into her knees in embarrassment while her date explained

“well she was in my physics class, and it all went from there”

“physics!!! i love physics, is mr. scott still there?”

“yup he’s our teacher”

“sick” you said to yourself, reminiscing about your days in high school

eventually you pulled into your highschool parking lot, hooking arms with spencer as you walked toward then gym

“god does this bring me back”

you said to him

your sister whispered to her date “god she’s so old”

“HEY DELANY I HEARD THAT”

she gave you the stink eye and whispered in your ear

“please get as far away from me as possible”

all you did was nod as you watched the two of them skip into their dance

you looked up at spencer

“god you’re so cute, i wish i had you here in high school”

“i’m sure you had your boys”

“from the physics club? right”

you walked into the fully decorated gym, wandering around from the punch bowl to the photo booth, you and spencer watching the floor of kids dance to their hearts content

“i think i know why i skipped this in highschool”

spencer laughed

“ i would have killed to be in this very position when i was in high school”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked him in the eyes

“killed to be in prom in the first place or to be here with me?”

“with your of course”

he said as he met your lips for a kiss

obviously bringing spencer was a bad idea for your sabotage delany plan, because you got way too distracted with spencer by your side

you spent the entire night talking to him, dancing with him to the slow songs, taking funny pictures in the photo booth

high school stuff you guess

eventually when all the kids were slow dancing, you looked up at spencer

“wanna make a break for it?”

he didn’t know what that meant, but if it was with you he’d do it, so he just nodded and followed you outside

you buried your head into his shoulder as you walked around the campus you grew up on, pointing to the points of interest

you pointed to a big oak tree with seat like roots under it

“that’s where we used have physics club meetings”

then you pointed to a hidden patch behind all the bushes

“this is where i traded homework for money”

he just nodded as you told the stories of your high school experience

you pointed to some old looking railings with a tree standing view it

“that’s where i had my first kiss”

“HUH! i thought you said you got no boys, physics club and all”

“yeah you’re right” you said as you settled on one of the bleacher, overlooking the field and the night sky, spencer joining you

your fancy dress hitting the dirt of the baseball field, the cold april night making you shiver, and spencer putting his blazer coat over you

“you’re right, i didn’t get any boys in high school” you sighed as you cuddled into his arm

“my first kiss was with dylan watson, he was mr blue eyes blonde hair, baseball and perfect social status. and you know i was, braces glasses and physics”

he laughed as you continued to tell the story

“but yeah one day he slipped me a note, i figured he just wanted homework. but he said to meet him there after school. so i did, and he confessed tht he loved me, and wanted to be my boyfriend. and of course i said yes. and the he kissed me. it was the best moment of my life up until then. but as soon as he pulled away he yelled ‘you got that?’”

“oh no” spencer said, listening intently

“oh yes, his buddies had be filming, then they put me on plays all around the entire school, showing the video to everyone. so yeah, that’s why i never want to the prom. i guess it might have been bc i was a nerd, but also because i never wanted to show my face to those kids anymore” you said as you sighed

“you know, i had a similar experience where a pretty girl told me the same thing, but instead the entire school stripped me to my underwear and tied me to a pole. it was awful”

“oh my goodness that’s terrible” you said

“well i guess high school bullying makes great profilers?” yoy laughed

“maybe. i think it also develops character well i’m general too. and hey! you got your first kiss out of it”

“yeah, but high school was the worst, i wish i could tell my 17 year old self that it would get better”

“me too” he said

he said as he tucked his chin into your head and looked up at the stars, faint music echoing from the gym and the sound of your cold shakey breath

“y/n, i’m just glad we got to spend our prom night together”