#how to change a fuqboi

[perpetually-jungshook]

How to Change a Fuq...girl?

Genre: romance/fluff, a bit of satire, Jungkook x reader

Warnings: language but not really

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: A gender flipped version of my series How to Change a Fuqboi [series masterlist here] [first volume of the series here]. Jungkook likes staring at boobs. Specifically yours.

Jungkook chews on the end of his pencil. Don’t stare at her boobs. Don’t stare at her boobs. Don’t stare at her- fuck. His gaze tears away just in time. Probably. He isn’t sure, but you don’t glare at him so he must be in the clear, right?

Of course you had to wear a tank-top today, the type that is just a size too small and too tight, showing off cleavage like in a cheesy anime. It’s not even hot out. In fact, it’s cold and he’s pretty sure you’re not wearing a bra. No wait, you are, but it’s a thin one. God fucking damnit he’s looking again. Jungkook moves the pencil from his mouth to tap on the desk quietly, eraser down to not draw attention to himself. He swears you do these things on purpose.

Your name was, well, Your Name. And he’s always thought it was beautiful. Just like you.

You make Jungkook feel as if he’s sixteen again, awkward, tripping over himself like a puppy even though he’s in his third year at a relatively prestigious university.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jungkook can see you shift a bit. Oh god now your bra is showing. Well, it’s just the lace at the top. Black lace. Jungkook can’t help but wonder if you’re wearing matching undies. Fuck.

He straightens as he feels it. Double fuck. Shifting in his seat, Jungkook tries to subtly adjust himself in his pants. Decisions, decisions. Tuck it in the waistband now or later? Maybe if he clenches his fist hard enough-

Oh, everyone’s packing up.

“…so don’t forget to bring your first essay on Tuesday,” the professor concludes as he logs out of the system and gathers his belongings.

Essay? What essay?

Jungkook, confused (about the essay), panicked (because he’s currently skirting by with a solid C), and desperate (because of his half chub), does the one thing that is completely irrational in this situation. He turns to stare at your boobs like a safety blanket, only to find them a lot closer.

“Can I help you?”

“Y- n- no,” Jungkook shakes his head, now looking everywhere but at you.

He can still hear the smirk in your voice though. “Really? Because, yknow, there’s a special place in the friend zone for guys who stare at cleavage creepily across the room.”

Your bra lace is still visible just above the hem of your tank-top.

“Boys are so dumb- Oh my god you’re looking again!”

A few months later, you and Jungkook find yourselves at the smoothie shop next to the student center. You weren’t lying. He’s deep in the Friend Zone. So deep that he’s come to pick you up from a one night stand’s off-campus apartment. Ten times. From ten different apartment complexes- wait no, nine. Two of them were neighbors.

He doesn’t mind though. You’re funny, you pick good places to eat, you like the same shows as him… it’s perfect. When you come to his dorm room, the two of you get take out, turn on the tv, and relax. Sometimes, when you don’t get a good fuck for a few days in a row, you let him put an arm around you to platonically cuddle, always with the emphasis. And once in a blue moon, you even change clothes in front of him. Obviously, Jungkook can’t look, but the thought that you’re comfortable with him in the room is definitely an improvement.

The friend zone isn’t so bad. So what if he doesn’t get to touch you intimately or call you his girlfriend? At least he gets to hang out with you for more than an hour or two.

“So I was thinking we should go to the beach soon before it gets too hot. Or at least walk near the river,” you use the straw to poke at your strawberry smoothie.

Jungkook shrugs, sipping at his own banana flavored drink, “Sure. When were you thinking?”

“Sometime soon, like I said. Before next month. Or maybe next week. Oh! We should go today.”

“Today?” he laughs quietly, almost a chuckle. “That was suspiciously fast.”

“Shut up.”

“What? It went from ‘soon’ to ‘today,’” Jungkook teases, shimmying his shoulders and wiggling his eyebrows. “You’ve been thinking about this haven’t you.”

“So I can’t ask my best friend to go to for a walk with me?” you fake pout.

He reaches across the table and takes your hand, patting it, “Quit the dramatics. We’ll go when we’re done.”

You immediately brighten. “Beach or river?”

“River. I don’t need sand in my socks and other unmentionable places,” he makes a face to make you laugh.

You do.

It’s too cloudy to see the sunset properly, and it’s a little too windy, making the air nippy with chill, but any time with you is time Jungkook enjoys. He stuffs his hands in his hoodie, bumping your hip with his. You bump him back.

The two of you walk for a few minutes in silence, the breeze combing through your hair, the street lights and nearby neon shop signs turning on, reflecting in the water.

“I can’t believe you let me convince you to come out here,” you tease before pausing next to a bench, then plopping down, watching the river.

Jungkook laughs brightly, “Now you’re blaming me?”

“Duh. Who else would I blame? Myself?”

He backtracks a few paces and casually takes a seat next to you at the edge of the bubble of illumination cast by a street light.

“Never,” Jungkook smirks humorously, just poking fun, giving you a sideways glance.

You elbow him. He laughs again. A small boat goes by on the water.

“Hey Kookie?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t stare at my boobs anymore.”

Jungkook turns to face you fully now, arching an eyebrow, “Wh-what? Isn’t that a good thing?”

You shrug, playing with the tips of your hair and avoiding his gaze, “Well I mean… don’t you still think I’m pretty…? Oh, is that too conceited to ask?”

“No, no. It’s fine. Of course I think you’re pretty. And you have great boobs. It’s why we started talking after all.”

What’s even happening. Why is Jungkook talking about your boobs? Why are you talking about your boobs? He’s using humor as a coping mechanism.

“So like, hypothetically speaking, if I told you to kiss me right now, would you?”

“Just to spite you, no.”

“Stop messing around,” you huff, giving him a none-too-gentle shove.

Jungkook retaliates by playfully pulling you into a tight hug, “Well, you won’t tell me to kiss you right now. So why does it matter?”

“Okay but what if I did?”

“Then I’d tell you to ask me.”

“Asshole. If I asked you to kiss me, would you?”

“I guess. But you won’t-”

“Kiss me, please?”

Jungkook stiffens, but his grip on you tightens. He’d been expecting it— kind of— because this sort of stuff happens in cheesy romance one-shots. Ideally, he would look at you with big shiny eyes and a confident smile, he would kiss you confidently, and to throw the word in one more time for good measure, some fireworks would shoot off or confetti would explode while he confidently pulls you to your feet to kiss you again.

This is his chance to get out of the friend zone, but something about it feels wrong. It’s too rash, too spontaneous. What if you regretted it later? Yeah, Jungkook likes staring at your boobs, but he likes spending time with you more. That, and he lacks the self confidence.

His response is simple, softly spoken, “No.”

“No? But you just-”

Jungkook lets you go so you can look up at him. He gives you a kind smile.

“Not yet. Not now. Do you really want me to kiss you?”

“Would I have asked if I didn’t want you to?” you sound mildly upset.

He lets out a sympathetic sigh, “No, but I want you to be absolutely sure.”

“Of course I’m absolutely sure-”

“Then tomorrow. I’ll kiss you tomorrow after we’ve both had time to think about it.”

Your expression relaxes, softening in consideration before your lips pucker in a pout, “Why do we have to wait? Boys don’t make me wait to kiss them.”

Jungkook laughs lightly, amused, “Because, I’m not just any dumb boy. I’m your dumb friend. And what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure this was a good thing for us first?”

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

“Says the one who wears shirts specifically to show off her boobs.”

“So you have been looking!”

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[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

Closed Haunted House starter

@feral-fuqboi-danny

It was supposed to be fun.

Alice and Jake finally succumbed to her obscure and twisted tests, increasing passion for what lays below the misty surface of safeness. No judgment came from her friends, but they never shared the same path of her preferences.

Till tonight.

Muddy road lead them to the shadowy forest with no light to clear the path. Only the car’s headlights shed some across the secluded area.

“Clare are you sure this is the right path? It looks like there is nothing for miles to come..”

Jake murmured while typing the location again in the navigation system. The signal was weak, almost non existent.

“Ah shit..” - the man with the ashy hair sighed as the screen froze.

“Couldn’t we go to one of the local spook houses? I mean, I heard the one on Gwenue street is good. We can still make it if we turn now.”

The girl with crystal blue eyes and slight tan hoped the redhead will change her mind in the last moment...but also knew very well that rarely happens.

“We can, then you two can go to that kindergarten stuff and I’ll just take my Harley and go back here. I told you, you don’t have to come, this was purely your choice.” - the bitter woman calmly responded, expression blank and eyes glued to the dark exterior.

“No, we agreed to go together.,we will find it.”

Jake quickly intervened. Personally, he had little taste for such things, but hope that there is even a slight chance Clare might hold on to him if something spooks her here...was worth the trip.

“There!” - Alice pointed to the flickering lights on the right corner of the round. The half burned out light bulbs announced the destination resting on the top of the hill.

“Ah...this gives me the chills already..”

Alice hugged herself, rubbing her shoulders. Jake stayed silent, but inside, something was nibbling on his sense of danger, while Clare...Clare had a bright smile plastered across her face. Everything about this smelled wrong, twisted and sinister.

Just how she liked it.

Jake took a sharp turn to the right, leaving no trace behind them, only the momentary clouds of dust caused by the tiers of his Jeep.

The road up the hill was bumpy, branches of the half rotten tries scrapping on the top of the car, but they did not stop. After a few minutes, all three of them stared at a ancient villa that appeared to be more of a castle then a Victorian house. Its size overwhelming, almost unbelievable. They parked next to a rusty truck that seemed to be only other car there.

“Slow night huh?”

Jake commented as they exited the vehicle.

“More like slow year...I think there is a reason why people are not coming here..it looks abandoned. Are you sure it is even open tonight?”

With a suspicious tone Alice’s widen eyes traveled across the supposed haunted house.

“Well Alice, that is the point isn’t it? To look uninviting and terrifying? It is a HAUNTED house, not a five-star hotel.”

Sarcasm released from red-headed woman filled the air, and was quickly accompanied by light sound of steps coming from the left side of the Haunted house.

A man..or a woman...a person with face and body hidden emerged from the grim shades.

You can always smell the leader in the group or notice them by simple reactions. And it was clear as day the emerald eyed woman was the alpha here. Only she took a step froward with a satisfied grin when the creature came closer, while Alice withdrew and hid behind Jake who almost froze.

“Erm...hi. Are you open? We would like a tour.”

Jake mouthed, his spirit clearly not following his words. Like? Hardly so. Only one of them is looking forward to this.

Answer came in a form they did not escape. A sound that freezes the bones like shivers in the cold echoed around them, coming from the inside of the house. A scream so chilling and enriched with horror it almost sounded real.

“Oh they are open alight.” - Clare said in a menacing way while the adrenaline coursed through her veins.

[lucifersresources]

as always feel free to change pronouns/alter to fit etc!

a trophy father's trophy son // sleeping with sirens.

" where have you been? "

" it's been hell not having you here. "

" i've been missing you so bad. "

" you don't seem to care. "

" do you even miss us? "

" why are you walking away? "

" was it something i did? "

" did i make a mistake? "

" i'm trying to deal with the pain. "

" is this how it ends? "

" i will try to understand. "

" is this what you call a family? "

" it's been seven years wishing that you'd drop a line. "

" i carry the thought along with you in my mind. "

artonist's lullabye // hozier.

" you have few choices. "

" all you have is your fire. "

" don't ever tame your demons. "

" don't ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash. "

" i knew that something would always rule me. "

" i knew love's perfect ache. "

" my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. "

wires // the neighbourhood.

" i'm sorry that you never made it. "

" it pains me just to hear you. "

" you knew the game and played it. "

" it kills you to know you have been defeated. "

" you knew you had a reason, it killed you like diseases. "

" mr know it all, had his reign and his fall. "

" i can tell the wires pulled. "

" i'm having trouble in believing. "

" he tells me that i'm dreaming. "

" when he talks i hear his ghosts. "

heavydirtysoul // twenty one pilots.

" there's an infestation in my mind. "

" i hope that they choke. "

" just another attempt to make the voices stop. "

" i got a really crazy mind to clean. "

" can you save my heavy dirty soul? "

flesh // simon curtis.

" this is not the way into my heart. "

" we can get a little crazy. "

" don't even try to hold it back. "

" tie me up and take me over. "

" bite into me harder. "

" hold me up against the wall, give it till i beg. "

" make me bleed, i like it rough. "

" hold my arms above my head and push my face into the bed. "

" i'm a screamer, baby. "

" make me beg for more. "

december // neck deep.

" you missed every call that i tried. "

" i'm giving up. "

" you don't give a fuck. "

" you never remember me while you're pulling on his jeans. "

" will i die in the cold, feeling blue and alone? "

" i hope you get your ball room floor. "

" i'm the last thing you'd remember. "

" it's been a long lonely december. "

" i wish i'd known that less is more. "

" i was passed out on the floor, that's the last thing i remember. "

" cast me aside to show yourself in a better light. "

" i came out grieving, barely breathing. "

" i hope he's better than i ever could have been. "

" my mistakes were not intentions. "

" pain is never permanent, but tonight it's killing me. "

" i miss your face. "

“ you’re in my head. ”

“ there’s so many things that i should have said. ”

“ a year of suffering, a lesson learned. ”

fuqboi // hey violet.

" he looks pretty good. "

" he's not what i want. "

" i won't fall for it. "

" don't want his hands or his lips coming near me. "

" he's a fuckboy, they're all the same. "

" like a stain on your heart's reputation. "

" i've been through it before, i'd rather cut out my tongue. "

drifter // falling in reverse.

" i sit here and i think about all the evil things i've done. "

" i lost where i was going. "

" i surrender. "

" i can't remember what i'm doing in this town. "

" i will always be alone. "

" the only thing i've ever known, is out there on the road. "

" he had to watch the son he raised follow in his steps. "

" i see how hurt and broken down he is. "

" i know the truth is ugly. "

" did you truly ever love me? "

" i still miss her, no matter where i go. "

" the only thing i've ever known, is a broken home. "

[bloodiedrunner]

Home

Meg Thomas x Frank Morrison Drabble (900+ words)

(Slight Angst, Lots of Fluff, Slight NSFW)

For @feral-fuqboi-danny based off a headcanon uwu

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Meg's face itches as the bandage serving as her blindfold starts to irritate her skin. She stumbles a bit as Frank leads her down a path.

"How much longer? This thing is itchy." She huffs, almost stumbling on a rock, but he is sure to steady her. A dramatic sigh greets her ears.

"Remind me not to try this in the bedroom" Frank mutters, and Meg swats him on the arm, feeling satisfied when she feels leather meet the back of her hand.

"Shut up."

She can't help but smile a bit when she hears him chuckle, and after a while they finally stop.

"Alright. You can take it off now."

Meg takes haste in ripping the irritating fabric off, surprise dawning on her face when she sees the familiar streets of Haddonfield.

"Why are we here?" She asks after a moment, her eyes scanning around for any chance of seeing a tall masked man. Instead of an answer, Meg feels Frank's hand grasp her chin, and he gently turns her gaze to the house in front of them.

It's one of the houses at the very end of the street. It only has one story, but it has a basement and garage. Outside of trials, the realm looks different. No pallets, lockers, or generators can be found, and the neighborhood looks more clean, the lawns mowed and in general being more upkept.

A blush finds itself growing on Frank's cheeks as he hesitantly rubs the back of his neck.

"Well, I thought...maybe this could be, like, our place. Y'know? You said Ormond is too cold sometimes, and the gang is almost always there. I figured we could have a place where we could be..alone."

The thoughtfulness makes Meg's heart flutter, and a smile breaks out on her face. Before Frank knows it, she's planting a kiss on his cheek, which only makes his blush darken.

"I love it." She says softly.

Frank gently takes Meg's hand before leading her inside, the interior of the house looking drastically different than it did in trials. More furniture, fresh wallpaper, and most importantly, no roaches. Although, it did look a bit vintage. Frank sheds his jacket and places it on a coat rack by the door, an action that nearly gives him whiplash with how domestic it felt.

Meanwhile, Meg's smile remains as she walks into the living room, and then the kitchen, before going into the basement, which actually holds a cute bedroom and bathroom. It made her wonder why the entity changed realms so much for trials. Maybe it didn't want survivors taking a shower break after looping a killer?

When Meg sees the bed, she makes a run for it faster than her days in track. When she dives into its embrace, she feels like she could melt right there. Sure, Frank's bed at Ormond wasn't bad, but this bed felt like it was brand-new out of a 70's Macy's catalog. She feels the bed jolt next to her as Frank divebombs it as well, a satisfied grin on his face as he lays with his arms behind his head.

With a giggle, Meg cuddles up to Frank, her eyes scanning the room around them. The arm he has around her gives her more warmth as she feels herself relax. The room is cozy, a painting of a forest on the wall, a lamp on a nightstand, and a potted plant all occupy the room. It reminds her of her house back home..

Meg's vision is suddenly blurred. She sniffles and realizes with horror that she's tearing up.

Frank immediately shifts his gaze to her before cupping her cheeks in his hands, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He asks, using a tone that's so soft that coming from him, seems foreign. But not to her.

"Shit, sorry." She sniffles, slowly sitting up. "It's just, I dunno..it's so, normal. I'm not used to it. I just can't help but imagine what..we would be like..." She lets the sentence die off.

What we would be like outside of the realm. Outside of hell.

Frank is gently rubbing away her escaping tears as he replies, his brown eyes soft.

"We can go back to the lodge if you want.."

"N-no!" Meg blurts out, silently scolding herself for being such a mess.

"I like it here. I just have to get used to it, y'know?" She says with a slight chuckle. "Hey, you sure that creepy dude won't bother us here? Isn't this his realm?" She asks, wanting to move onto a different subject.

"You think I would bring you here without making sure it was safe first? He won't be bothering us. Fucker is obsessed with watching the campfire, he never comes here." Frank reassures, confidence in his tone. He places a tender kiss on Meg's forehead to calm her and solidify his statement.

Deep down, he was a little afraid of the off-chance of Michael finding them, but he chose this house out of the bigger, nicer, ones just in case. This one is the furthest from the killer's former home. Besides, he would always be here with her, and He would never let him touch her.

That answer seems to satisfy Meg, as she visibly relaxes. No more tears in sight. Frank leans back into the mattress, his hand coming up to stroke his girlfriend's cheek. Meg peers down at him, a soft smile pointing his way. Suddenly, Frank's hand slips behind Meg's head before he gently pulls her towards him, his lips meeting hers. His hand stays in place as he feverishly kisses her, as if she were water and he a man parched.

"Mmm, let's test out this bed." Frank says under his breath.

"You're fucking gross." Meg laughs against his lips, but leans in for another kiss, her hands already at the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling upwards.

[mint-yooxgi]

List of Fics for Ficmas + Poll

Below, you will find the twelve yandere fics I am considering for The Twelve Days of Ficmas, as well as a short description of each where applicable. There is a poll linked both Here and at the bottom to help me decide on a posting schedule for all of these, please only submit one, at most, two. You may now vote as many times as you’d like! I will be taking your preferences into consideration, but please note that this list may change depending on the inspiration and motivation I get! Without further ado, here is the list of fics:

Yandere!Idol!Taemin

You’re dating one of SM’s backup dancers who just so happens to be working with Taemin on his upcoming comeback. You catch his eye, and he will do whatever he can to make you his instead of theirs.

Yandere!Vampire Prince!Jaehyun

You are to be betrothed to Prince Jaehyun, who has taken a keen interest in you ever since he saw you all those months ago. He will do everything in his power to make you fall in love with him, and accept his marriage proposal. He seems perfect; a kind, caring, handsome man. However, you just don’t realize the lengths he is willing to go to make you his, once and for all.

Yandere!Boxer!Namjoon - Final to the Dark & Wild Series

Work in Progress...

Yandere!Artemis!Jisoo

You left her standing alone at the alter on the day of your marriage to run away with someone else, and now, she will stop at nothing to get you back. Hunting you to the ends of the earth. Never stopping until the one you love is dead.

Yandere!Fuqboi!Lucas

He’s had a crush on you since university started, but he’s built quite the reputation around campus as the most popular fuckboy. He thought he could make you jealous with all of the others constantly fawning over him, but instead, you want nothing to do with him. He just wants your attention, because to him, you’re the only one that matters.

Yandere!Yuta

You enlist his help to impress your crush while he deals with his feelings for you by pretending to do the same thing in order to make you jealous. Things don’t always work out as planned, though.

Yandere!Fae!Haechan

Disguising himself as a local vet, he’s able to shift into, and control the animals around him. You just so happen to be his favourite local.

Yandere!Prince!Jongin

Growing up as a servant in the palace alongside your mother, you’ve always kept to yourself. When it’s time for the prince’s coronation, the last person you’d expect him to attempt to woo, would be you.

Yandere!Taeil & Yandere!Jaehyun

One’s been your friend for years. The other? You’ve just met recently, and you’re really starting to like him! Hopefully this relationship doesn’t end in a disaster like all of your other ones...

Yandere!Jaehwan

Work in Progress...

Yandere!Taemin (Previously Yandere!Jennie)

He’s completely devoted to you; he’ll do anything for you. He’s your number one pet, but he wants to be your only pet. No matter how many times you hurt him, how you control him, he will never stop wanting you, needing you. Just don't let him find out about the others...

Yandere!Jaehyun

Hunger Games Au where he takes on the role of Finnick Odair, but with a twist. You were only one year older that he was when he won his first games, so you mentored him when he went into the arena having won the previous year. Since then, you’ve been close friends, and he’s always wanted to know your secrets. However, you’ve never told him. Now, being sent back into the arena for the events of the 75th Hunger Games, he will stop at nothing to ensure the both of you survive.

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[midnight-radio-host]

(( Tell my muse in vivid detail how you would fuck them : Meme)) ((18+))

@feral-fuqboi-danny​

(( Alternate timeline from main for my own fun. ))

Getting a note isn’t unusual and it's a welcome change from just lazing around his camp listening to the same 3 cassettes on repeat. He sits up, plucking the note from the air before starting to read it over. There's a notable blush that starts to creep onto his face before he can even get to the end. Seeing who it's signed by definitely only makes it worse for the radio host who buries his head in his hands trying to hide some of his embarrassment. 

There's a moment where Jude has to process that the stalker might be watching. He wasn’t sure all the rules of his private realm, but in the main ones they could see in and that only boosted how flustered Jude was. Did he answer? Was he supposed to answer in a trial? There's no way the killer expects Jude to seek him out, right? 

“I’d like all of that..” The survivor manages to squeak out before bringing his knees up to hide his face against for.. awhile.

[evolsinner]

⊱┊12

at the lockers, on a monday morning. english lit is last so this makes this even awkwarder. the thing is, i don’t know how to act like that white, disorganised, life’s a mess, ‘girl with a hidden crush’ anymore. i don’t know how to act myself!

“you’re quiet today,” larissa surveys me.

“who, me?” i gather up my books together.

“who else?” she balls her eyes at me.

“nah yeah, i’m fine. just hungry,” i purse my lips.

“oh shoot!” she snaps her fingers, pointing at me. “what was it that you needed to tell me?!”

oh shit, i must live up to this excitement that’s taking over her. “um...”

the bell rings.

“oh, look! it’s the bell,” i back away. “gotta split!” i rush off.

“rosé! the fuck?!”

“i’ll tell you after school!! i promise!” and i round the corner. phew.

now, it’s not that i don’t know how/what to tell her. it’s the fact that she will caterwaul in my face about what i’ve done is so very wrong and attracting the attention of almost everyone around us. that is why. i need to tell her when no one’s around so that she can have her mental breakdown not so publicly.

-ˋˏ ༻🍷༺ ˎˊ-

it is lunchtime. larissa is busy doing something else and my other friends aren’t really my ‘friends’ if you get me, which leaves me hanging by myself at my locker.

“hey, cutie,” theo strolls up to me, one strap off the shoulder. “waiting on someone?”

this guy. give me a break. no, wait, give me a holiday. he’s just so not my type. he’s show offy, arrogant, and he has like no ugly in him which somehow is a turn off. do you know how some people have to have that certain percentage of ugliness in them to look attractive?

just, i’ve seen him out on the field and he is ruthless. then, in the corridors, he’s od’ing you with amortentia!

“leave me alone, theo,” i face the other way, reading a wattpad story on my phone.

he gets all up in my face again, “woah, hey, what’ve i done?” genuinely acting surprised.

“nothing, i just don’t like you,” i give him a dashing smile.

“now, baby, that hurts,” he clutches his chest.

i roll my eyes, a disgusted look stuck on my face.

“i’m interested,” he says.

“what?”

“i’m interested in you,” he clarifies.

i laugh outrageously before stopping to hold an unamused expression and turning the other way again.

he changes sides like before, “how’s that funny?” and furrows his brows.

i sigh exaggeratedly, “i dunno, theo, allow me to take a wild uneducated guess. maybe it’s because every girl out here is ready to be on their knees for you..”

he follows my line of sight as i deliberately glance at a girl in a barely~there red plaid skirt, fishnets and a mesh top. she provocatively gazes at theo on her way past us, validating my point.

“..yet you choose me?”

i just wanna be that girl who says no to him. i feel like this dude never gets said no to and i wanna put him in his place. humble him, if you will.

he looks away from her ass and scoffs at how terribly right i am. “what can i say? i’m a guy full of surprises,” he bites his lip.

“more like full of shit,” i mumble to myself.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“thought so.”

“i’m sorry to burst your bubble, baby, but i’m not like every girl.”

“sweet,” he grins.

“ugh, god, it’s like talking to a wall,” i say under my breath.

“ahem, i’m sorry, what was that?” theo mockingly cups his ear towards me. “i couldn’t seem to hear anything through all that prejudice wafting around you.”

maybe if i don’t talk to it, it’ll go away.

“besides, why don’t you wanna date me? i’m the school’s pitcher, that’s like... wait, how do the americans say theirs? right, quarterback. technically, you’ll be going out with the school’s quarterback.”

“yeah, and i played middie in sofcrosse. doesn’t mean anything.”

“means we’re good.”

“go away, seriously.”

“why you so bitchy for? that time of the m~”

“you wanna know the truth, theo?” i announce angrily. “i think you’re, a, fuqboi,” i poke him in the chest.

“ouch.”

i give him a proud look.

“you wanna know my truth?” he wraps his fingers around my hand, stepping closer. “the truth is, bay~by,” he is just loving how it pisses me off when he calls me that, “is that i don’t think you realise how hot you are. i’ll let you in on a lil secret from us guys around here.” he brings his mouth very close to my ear, “when girls know how hot they are, that’s a real big turn off.”

“i’m not hot,” i mumble, his lynx clogging up my senses.

“point proven,” he whispers and extracts.

shit, his eyes are so blue.

at this moment, larissa meets up with me, and theo steps back.

“i’ll leave it up to you, rosé, but keep in mind that i don’t like waiting,” he winks. “larissa,” he gives her one of them head~nods boys do to each other, then disappears.

“did he just say our names?” larissa faces me, stunned. “theo jameson just said our names!!” she laughs out, feeling incredibly admired. “wait, was this the news? you’re going out with the pitcher?!”

huh?

could it be possible that theo has a crush on me just like i had one on mr killian? So, i like sir, and theo likes me, theo and i both hate waiting for something to happen on its own, and i’ve never thought of theo in that way until now.

congratu~fucking~lations to me because i’ve just found myself in a bloody love triangle!

[nanasarea]

Fuqboi I Wong Yukhei

Genre: angst, fuckboy!au

Pairing: gender neutral!reader x Lucas

Prompt: when y/n gets dragged to a campfire, the campfire isn’t the only one with flames

A/N: Disclaimer! I know this whole Lucas being a fuckboy is overplayed but i live for this au and cliche so...also i tried making it gender neutral but this is the first time i’m writing gender neutral, sorry if its bad ALSO NOT PROOFREAD!

“Hon, I love you, but you’re lame”

cue them throwing a book at Mark’s face

and Mark dodging it

“how dare”

y/n keep saying they need to study

mark tells y/n that they always say that and end up watching a series

“instead of watching Vampire Diaries, why not come with me to this campfire?

"Because you'll find someone else to talk to or make out with even, and I'll end up looking at my phone the whole time"

"Not true..."

And so the two make their way to the campfire

not even 3 mins in

Mark leaves

...that bitch

so y/n is stuck looking at their phone for a good 30 minutes

until they noticed someone's eyes staring right at them

they were staring for a good 20 minutes

but they didn't notice

the eyes belonged to none other than Wong Yukhei

he is, what you would call, that boy

everyone likes him

he's funny, he's hot, he plays soccer and he's somewhat of an idiot and a fuckboy

he's that boy

and nonetheless

Y/N had developed a crush on said boy

like everyone else

he had been looking at them

 trying to find out if he should go up to them or not

he finally decided to go

with a drink in hand and a smirk on his face

he approached them

"Hi"

they looked up from their phone and looked at him for a sec

and then greeted back

“So what are you doing all alone?”

“My friend dragged me here, and then he left to talk to someone and now I’m stuck with nothing but my phone”

Yukhei chuckled at their rushed response

“You know, if parties aren't your thing, we can always go to a hidden part of the forest”

Yukhei’s comment earned a eyebrow raise from Y/N

“I promise I wont make a move...unless you want me to”

he winked

making them scuff

and try to hide their blush

“Seems better than this, so why not?”

as Yukehi lead them to the spot

millions of thoughts rushed into their head

they were finally going to be alone with their crush

but at a spot, known for hook ups

and they knew

they were not gonna be okay if they hooked up with THE WONG YUKHEI

Y/N then remembered the first time they saw him

freshman year, first day of school

they were greeted by Mark

who they had known before

who just happen to be in the same class as Yukhei

that day

as Mark went on about some school stuff

their eyes drifted to a locker not to far away from them

light brown hair swiped up

his melanin looking amazing with his outfit

a plain white shirt

under a red bomber jacket

black skinny jeans

and nike sneakers

his smile looked bright

blinding

Y/N thoughts quickly disappeared

due to Yukhei asking

“Would this be an ok place to sit?”

“Um yeah”

and as they sat down,

they pulled out their phone

which Yukhei quickly took away from them

“hey!”

“I brought you here to separate you from your phone”

he answered putting the phone into his jacket

they looked at his jacket and noticed it was the same one from their first day

“so what did you really wanna do? I doubt you brought me here to chat”

y/n comment earned yukhei to put a hand on his chest

and a “ugh, who do you have me for?”

“Quit the act, this is known as the make out spot for a reason and well, you're you”

and to that, yukhei just stared into their eyes

“do you really think that i’m just some player?”

the tone in his voice sounded

hurt

“no”

“really?”

“I would say fuckboy”

y/n chuckled to show they were  joking

“listen, I know i’m known for hooking up with a lot of people, but there is more to me than sex and hook ups”

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters, I always wanted to be a celebrity, because my mom wanted me to be one, but then I realized how hard it is to be one, so I wanted to become a firefighter”

“oh so you’re a momma’s boy?”

“see, there’s more to me!”

yukhei continued to talk about himself for another 15 minutes until

“and then I-,....I’m sorry I’m making this all about me, we should talk about you!”

“that’s not needed, there’s not much to say”

“I call bullshit”

y/n rolled their eyes

“I’m serious, there must be more to you than shy pretty girl/boy who got dragged to a campfire”

“fine, then ask me something you wanna know”

yukhei just looked at them for a bit

“stop staring”

“hard not to with such a pretty face you have”

to which y/n looked away from him

“how did you and Mark become friends? You two seem so different”

“I,...I don’t know, we just became friends somehow”

“do you like him”

“me? like Mark? you’re hilarious”

“ok fine then who do you have a crush on?”

you

“no one”

“that is a lie and we both know it!”

“no it is not!”

yes it is

“so if you have no crush, no boyfriend, no girlfriend, no-”

“we get it, my love life doesn't exist”

“then you wouldn’t mind if I...”

and as Yukhei moved closer towards y/n

they started leaning forward aswell

small kisses turned into long ones

y/n’s hands in Yukhei’s hair

Yukhei’s hands on y/n’s waist

and just as things got heated

Their phone rang

“sorry”

they said after breaking the kiss

and taking the phone from his jacket

Mark

“you don't need to answer do you?”

“I mean, I-”

Yukhei’s cute yet horny stare changed their mind

in less than 0.02 sec

“if it’s the important, he’ll call twice”

and with that, they continued

for a good 20 minutes

by now, y/n had 20 missed calls

all from Mark

but they had it on vibrate

and it was in his pocket

when it was turn for Yukhei’s phone to ring,

he quickly picked it up

without looking for who it was

“hey wassup”

y/n’s eyes widened at the sudden change

“we still on for tonight? I’m on my way to get the condoms”

the voice was clearly heard from the phone

which caused y/n to take their phone from Yukhei’s pocket

and start walking away

“I’ll call you back”

Yukhei hung up

and rushed after them

“Babe, stop”

“Don’t call me babe”

“y/n, please, stop”

“Why? shouldn’t you get back to your fuck buddy?”

“Why are you mad about that? Besides, I wasn’t even planning on hooking up with them!”

“You’re an idiot...I had such a big crush on you but now I don’t even know why..”

“You what?”

they started walking again

“y/n!”

“Stop”

he kept on following them to the campfire,

where he was stopped by Jungwoo and his new “friends”

Y/n took this opportunity to call Mark

“I’m at your house already”

Yukehi follows them without them knowing

“I was worried sick about you!”

“You do realize this is your fault? You dragged me there and then left me”

“Where were you? I looked everywhere”

y/n stayed quiet

“Were you at the hook up place?”

silence

“y/n! with who?!”

“no one”

ouch

Yukhei didn't know why he felt sad hearing that

“you cant go alone”

“no one important”

ouch

again

Mark looked at y/n and walked over to them

“spill”

“Yukhei.”

“Yukhei? WONG YUKHEI?! y/n, are you insane? you could hav-”

“I wasn't going to fuck him! We just made out”

“for 20 minutes?”

“Yes!”

y/n quickly explained the whole story

while listening to their conversation

Yukhei realized how much he fucked it all up

they had a crush on him

he didn't know why this made him care

until this moment

he might have flirted at first jokingly

but he had now realized why he walked up to them in the first place

but he decided he did enough harm,

he shouldn't bother them at home aswell

they probably hate him now

and as if on cue

the second Yukhei walked away

Mark hugged y/n

“I know you had a crush on him, come here”

“I just wish he’s follow me”

yes I shall leave it at thatbc we all need a little angst in our lives

again, first time doing gender neutral!reader, so i apologize if its that bad. 

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Final Agni Kai (A Terrible AU Fanfic that literally no one asked for!)

This was totally going to be the battle between Sie and Zuko in the cabbage fic but I couldn't pass having the fire siblings do this.

Summary: Agni Kai AU where instead of actually fighting the Agni Kai, Zuko and Azula play a monoply-uno hybrid from Hell.

The sky is heavy with smoke and an odor of sulfur. Sozin’s comet paints the mid-afternoon sky a shade of orange-red. Azula, stares up at said sky--she is daydreaming about just leaving everything behind to become a J-pop idol. 

“By decree of Phoenix King Ozai, I now crown you Fire Lord…” But it is hard to do that when the fire sage keeps blabbing on and on. And it is twice as hard when a wild flying bison swoops into view. Suddenly feeling as though she has run out of time, she turns to the sage and asks, “What are you waiting for? Do it!”

Azula had been rather vague so he isn’t sure what he is supposed to just do. All he knows is that he can’t let his dreams just be dreams. Just do it! Azula’s voice echos in his mind. But in his mind she sounds more motivating than angry. 

Appa lands in the courtyard and Zuko dramatically jumps off of him. “Sorry, but you're not gonna become Fire Lord today. I am.”

Azula laughs, “you're hilarious.”

“And you're going down.” Zuko informs her.

“That was my line.” Katara whispers. 

“Sorry.” Zuko replies. 

The fire sage, recalling Azula’s words--just do it!--begins to ignore the interrupting duo and brings the crown closer to Azula’s messy topknot.

She lifts a hand and then the rest of her body. “Wait!” And then to Zuko she says, “You want to become Fire Lord? Fine. Let’s settle this. Just you and me, brother. The showdown that was always meant to be. Monopl-uno!” She whips out a game board and a deck of cards and slaps them onto the ground. 

“You're on!” 

“What are you doing? She’s playing you. She knows she can't take us both, so she's trying to separate us.”

“I know. But I can take her this time.” Zuko declares. 

“But even you admitted to your uncle that you would need help facing Azula.” Katara protests. Also she does not want to have to wait through a game of Monopoly, that game is boring as hell even if it is mashed together with Uno.

“There's something off about her, I can't explain it but she's slipping.” Zuko rubs his chin as he takes in the disheveled sight of his sister. Her hair is a mess and her eyes are tired. “Hmmm...can’t quite put my finger on it.” She flashes him an uncanny and feral smile. “Nope. No idea.”  He makes his way across the courtyard. 

He and Azula stand on opposite ends of the courtyard, kneeling as you do before beginning a game of monopl-uno. It is always best to start any board, card, or any kind of game by kneeling before your God and asking for protection lest the game transform itself into Jumanji and you find yourself stuck in a jungle forever. 

This is what had happened to Jet. He has been stuck in the Foggy Swamp, which is also a jungle, ever since. He is now a backwater redneck. But this is no surprise being as he already liked to chew on straw prior to being transported into the jungle to live out the rest of his fuqboi existence. 

“I'm sorry it has to end this way, brother.” 

“No you're not.”

But she really is. She actually hates monopl-uno, in her foggy state of mind, she had momentarily forgotten this. But she cannot back out of this now. “I am so.” She whispers quietly.

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

“Are to.”

“Are…”

Luckily Katara is there to get them back on track. The only thing more boring than Monopoly is reading approximately six pages of ‘are not’, ‘are too’. Even more boring than that is pre-algebra. Thank Raava, that math does not exist here. “Will you two just get on with it!?” She asks.

Azula passes out five uno cards and a fat stack of monopoly cash. For every green card, the player receives $500. For the blues the player gets $100. Yellow cards earn the player $50. And red earns the player $20. 10’s & 5’s are a free for all, Azula and Zuko snatch as many as they can. 1’s are distributed by wiping out a Candyland, whoever draws Queen Frostine gets to steal all of the 5’s. Azula bites Zuko as he reaches for the last one dollar bill. He retracts his hand quickly. 

It settles in that Azula is losing her shit.

If no one draws Queen Frostine by the game’s end then the 1’s burst into flames and are claimed by the void that manifests itself as a third player in the form of a sentient piccolo, that plays truly awful covers of Rammstine’s Du Hast and Smashmouth’s All Star the whole time.

With dread, Azula notes that, “Colonel Mustard has murdered Mrs. Scarlett with a candlestick in the billard room.” 

Zuko grips his head in stress, knowing that this means that Azula has to move her gingerbread man to the next purple square. This ends the game.

No one has drawn Queen Frostine. 

The 1’s burst into flames and a piccolo rises.

The first notes of Du Hast echo through the courtyard, terribly off key.

Katara has a wicked urge to puncture her own earholes just to end the madness.

Why did Colonel Mustard have to murder her with a candlestick. If he would have just used the wrench then they might have had a chance to draw Queen Frostine!

Far, far off in the distance Sokka, Suki, and Toph fight a different kind of battle. They play Battle Ships, but they use actual ships. Except the ships are not water ships but airships and they are in the sky and the bombs are real.

Suki is uncomfortable with this. 

It is Toph’s time to shine. She can use echolocation to cheat. 

Aang and Ozai also fight. But their fight is different. It is a battle of wit. They have chosen several popular debate topics including women’s rights, religion, which economic model to follow, and whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. 

Pineapple does not belong on pizza. 

Neither does cheese, because cheese is gross. 

In fact, pizza does not belong on pizza because pizza is gross and no matter what Aang is still a vegan and Aang is not sure if a good vegan should be eating pizza. 

Iroh finds himself a tall mountain and yodels atop it until the militia stationed at Ba Sing Se submit. 

But none of this is as important as Azula declaration, “go fish!”

Zuko cusses and picks up a goldfish. He curses again. Drawing a goldfish means that he has to pull a block from the jenga tower and that rickety thing is already very close to collapsing. Azula smirks as he nears an old and vacant house in Capital City. It is the same one that they have been stealing boards from since they were children. 

It is on its last legs. 

A bead of sweat drips down Zuko’s forehead as he tugs at the board. The whole house bobs precuriously. Azula and Katara take several huge steps back. They, in fact, stand approximately one-hundred feet from the building, which is a safe number when practicing social distancing. 

Zuko yanks the board free and the building groans. He clenches his jaw. But the building remains up right. 

“Ha! Take that, Azula!” He says loudly. The building shakes at the sudden noise and it topples. He has done this to himself. Now he has to draw six more uno cards and one more go fish card. 

“So, how have you been?” Zuko makes small talk as they walk back to the coronation courtyard. 

Azula thinks that it is a stupid question, she is obviously in a state of mental torment. “Oh, I’m fine.” She replies nonchalantly. 

“Yeah, me too.” He replies. “I read this really cool book the other day.”

Azula hasn’t, she has been stress eating cherries and pacing around her bedroom. “I read one too.” She lies. 

“Which one.” 

“Oh...you’ve never heard of it. It’s a really underground novel.”

They reach the courtyard, Zuko draws his uno and go fish cards. It is still his turn so he rolls the dice. “Yahtzee!” He declares and Azula flinches. She moves her gingerbread man to an orange square and picks up a trivial pursuit card. She relaxes a little, upon remembering that she is a trivial pursuit expert. 

“What’s the tallest piece on a chessboard?” Katara reads the card.

Azula rolls her eyes, this is an easy one. “It is the King.”

Zuko Googles the answer just to be sure that Azula isn’t lying again. 

Katara winces, “correct.” 

Azula flashes a smug smile as she passes go and collects $200. She is glad that she did not have to answer a Guess Who question. Those always throw her off. 

Zuko stands up, it is his turn. He throws down a green skip. This time Azula curses. He then throws down a green reverse card so it is his turn again. Azula snarls. He realizes that he has no more green cards so he picks up a Go Fish card. It is an angelfish. Angelfish act as substitutes for yellow cards so he is stuck with it. Having none of her own, but having the mindstate of one, Azula literally turns herself into a wildcard and flops down onto the deck. She changes it to blue. 

She always changes it to blue.

She has no blue cards, but she never changes it to anything but blue.

She reclaims her human form and draws a Go Fish card. 

It is a clownfish. 

Which makes sense because she played herself (clownfish substitute red cards only), she is the clown in this situation. 

Zuko smirks and throws down a blue seven. 

Azula is about to throw down a blue three, when Zuko brazanly shouts. “No draw fours today? What’s the matter, afraid I’ll reverse it!?”

“Oh! I’ll show you a draw four!” Azula shouts. She lifts her blue drawfour as well as four scrabble tiles--one for each letter of her name, except she is missing the ‘u’ so instead she has Azla--and powers her draw four up with them. 

A is the first letter of the alphabet so Zuko has to not only draw four cards but another two extra. And since Z is the last letter he also has to draw twenty-six extra cards. By this time the deck has run low so he has to pick up a twelve of spades which amounts to twelve green uno cards.

To figure out what number each represents they must spin the twister spinner and consult the magic eight ball. 

“Nooooo!” Zuko screams as she throws the cards down. 

Katara bites her cheek. She doesn’t like cheating to win, but she is pretty sure that Azula had swapped out her ‘u’ scrabble tile for a ‘z’ while Zuko was messing with the Jenga tower. So she doesn’t think too much of it when she completes Zuko’s Connect Four line. 

“Zuko!” She yells. “You forgot to say, ‘I’ve united the four!’” 

Zuko pumps his fist and says. “I’ve united the four!” This nullifies the power up Azula has used on her draw four. It balances out so he only has to draw four uno cards. 

Azula’s face bunches up in disgust as she gives the twister spinner a flick. 

Right hand on blue. 

She places her right hand on blue and the twister board tells her to move her top hat to the chance square. Katara picks up the chance card and reads “go directly to jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.” 

Azula blinks several times. She is trapped, with nowhere to go. She sadly makes her way over to the grate, overwhich they have constructed a jail out of a cardboard box. The word ‘JAIL’ (though Zuko accidentally spelled it ‘JAYL’ at first so that was crossed off and ‘JAIL’ is written beneath it) is written in big red marker. Katara doodled a star under it in pink gel pen. 

Azula sadly lifts the box and sits under it, clutch her knees to her chest as Zuko passes go, collets his $200, and uses it to buy a candyland card. A smile lights up his face, he has drawn Gramma Nut! That means he gets to discard exactly three uno cards. 

He sets them on fire and shouts “uno!” 

He throws his remaining card, a blue five, onto the deck. 

From within her jail cell, Azula shrieks. She sets the jail on fire, marches up to the unused chessboard, flips it over, and throws the pieces at Zuko “I hate this game! This is a stupid fucking  anyways!” 

Zuko and Katara slap each other high five. Unbeknownst to them, Momo swoops down. “But you forgot to play Bop It before saying uno, which means that your victory is null.” 

Zuko slaps his forehead. 

Azula’s eyes grow wide. 

This means only one thing…

One terrible thing…

Azula swallows as she removes Don’t Wake Daddy from the box. The siblings stare at each other. If at any point, daddy wakes up, Ozai will materialize before them and win the game. “Here, you do it!” Zuko says to Azula. She very carefully takes the tweezers and as steady as she can, attempts to extract the wrench representing the funny bone.

But Azula is already shaken from her loss and the stress of losing her friends. She accidently touches the rim and the game buzzes. 

She and Zuko weep as they both take turns pressing the alarm clock. Daddy springs up and Ozai appeared before them to reclaim his Fire Lord crown. In leaving his debate, Aang has automatically won. Ozai’s bending yanks itself from his body, as he had bet it before the debate started. Aang cheers!

Another airship explodes as Toph cackles. 

Ozai begins to weep for he might be the Fire Lord again, but he has no fire. 

Neither Zuko nor Azula are the Fire Lord. They both hug each other and cry as Katara plugs her ears. 

The piccolo still plays Rammstine. 

Ozai also cries because, even though he is Fire Lord in title, no one is going to listen to him since he is a non-bender. The Fire Nation will fall into anarchy unless the siblings can work something out. 

Aang also weeps because her realizes that, Ozai is still the Fire Lord so he is still going to have to defeat him somehow.

Truly, nobody has won here. 

Nobody except Iroh and Toph.

[perpetually-jungshook]

OKAY GUYS would you be interested in a gender-bent “How to Change a Fuqboi?”

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[the anon asked: You know your how to change a fuckboi series would be fucking dope with gender swap like the switch of roles with the guys but it's not a request it's just a thought]

@perpetually-jungshook �� not to be dramatic but if this happened fr I would ascend to the astral plain out of hell ye joy

If so, for which member(s)? I might only do one or two

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response.

@feral-fuqboi-danny

Clare thought it would be a nice walk, this town was built for enjoyment in the end. But things did not go so well. She managed to bump on an rich but very old lady, that lost her way. She was delusional, and even though she was dressed like a queen, she clearly had an episode of forgetting where she was, and people, like they always do, ignored her and walked away, all but Clare. For a person who hates people, she was quick to approach.The woman was confused but a friendly smile and a nice word were just what she needed to let Clare walk her back to hotel, there the workers continued with her care. Turns out she had Alzheimer's disease and her husband was worried sick since she just walked out and he could not find her. Clare just nodded at the thanks and was fast to go away from the hotel again, really hoping she will have a quiet time now….she learned it will not be so quiet and nice when she entered the amusement park on the west side of the resort.

Clare, saw something that stunned her so much and brought her back down the memory lane of her life so deep she froze and forgot to breathe for a moment. She was consumed by pain as she watched a little girl trying to get on a carasel horse but was too small to do it. The next thing she saw, was her memory reminding her of a day in her childhood. Elise, her mother, and two sisters packing their bags and getting ready for a trip to the sea side, putting them in the car with happy faces, while Clare silently watched them from a corner of the porch. This was not the first time she was left alone, and she was six. She knew she will not go with them, they never took her, but that didn’t stop the blonde woman to yell at her with such spite in her voice it was hard to hear.

“You!Come here, now!”- Clare knew she was calling her, she almost never used her name if she could point at her. But Clare just slowly walked to her mother , her eyes watching Mel and Veronica jumping in the car and happily yelling-“mom!lets go!”- Clare didn’t have the privilege to call Elise *mom*, when she was younger Elise made sure she remembers that. Now, the leaned down, getting into Clare’s face.

“You better have that house clean, do you understand? If I find anything wrong with it..”- Clare had no change of the expression, it was a face she forged and was following her through life ever since, where there was no emotion on it, she kept it all in. She nodded at the woman, but she was still a child and she still had that spirit that was just curious.

“Where are you going?”- she asked quietly. Elise smirked, knowing that this is a perfect opportunity to remind Clare what she thinks of her. She leaned more, answering in a “soft” provocative voice.

“To the sea side. It is beautiful, lots of dolphins, toys, fun.”- when Clare still didn’t react and just watched her, she continued.

“And do you know why you are not going?”- The question. Clare knew exactly what Elise wanted to hear, it was always the same question for every situation. She didn’t want to say it, so she just nodded again, hoping it will be enough. But it was not, as Elise pushed her nail under Clare’s chin and lifted her little head roughly.

“Say it, I want to hear that you know.”- still her disgusting sweet voice. Clare blinked, deep inside wondering if she says it enough maybe Elise will like her in the end, but it was just the part of her childhood innocence that didn’t last long when she learned the answer changed nothing.

“Because..I am worthless.”- She said politely, and indeed it did make Elise smile. “That is right.”- the woman got up, going to the car. She didn’t even look back to Clare no more as they drove away. Clare knew what she needs to do first. She went in to the house and to the fridge. She opened it, finding just a half of cheese, half of a bottle of milk and one paprika. A week and this would not be enough, so, she started searching did Elise left some money, but it was no surprise that she did not. However, that did not stop Clare to search every corner and manage to find 3 dollars, one bill and a few coins. Now, with that and the apples on the tree next to her neighborhood, she will be ok. Little Clare went down the street, collecting some apples in one bag, as much as a child can carry, and it was not much, and the apples were already going bad, so she had 5 of them now. On the way back, she saw an old amusement park, a traveling one, and her eyes widen when she saw the rusty carasel with horses.

She almost ran to it, smiling and watching as it spins. She gazed to the ticket booth. A ticket was 2,75. She started calculating, how much food will she have if she spends this, but she was so excited, she agreed with herself the apples and the cheese will be enough if she divides it correctly, so placed her apples next to the booth and ran to buy a ticket. Once she had it, she jumped on the carasel and picked one dark horse that had paint peeling off of it, but to her, it was beautiful. Broken things always seemed more real, more pretty than others. But..there was a problem. Clare was not tall enough to get on it. At first, she tried and tried, jumping,pulling, but she always landed back on the ground. Her panic only went off when she heard the sound of the ride getting ready to go, and she was not on it. Her green eyes went watery, she jumped so hard and grabbed so hard she almost fell on her head on the other side, but she just landed back on her feet.

“No..no..just this one time please!”- she said, trying again.

“Are you ok little girl?” a voice from behind asked. A woman, a mother of one of the children on the horses. Clare didn’t stop climbing.

“Please, just this one time.”- she begged again, and the woman came closer.

“Where are your parents?”- Clare still didn’t stop, now her tears falling on her cheeks as she could feel the ride slowly taking off. She jumped again.

“Please please I know I am worthless but just this once, just one time!”- the woman was so confused by the almost hysterical  child and her words and she needed to get off the ride, so she picked Clare up, placing her on the horse,and getting off the ride. She will search for her after the ride is done.

Clare could not be happier, she felt like she was on top of the world. The ride was bringing her so much joy, her face hurt from how much she was smiling. It was worth it, all of it.  Once the ride was done, she went down with ease, taking her apples and going out of the park with a wide smile.

Now, Clare watched a girl trying to get on and failing. Clare ran so fast she was pushing people, like she was trying to save a life. She jumped on the carasel, picking up the girl and placing her on the ride, whispering *you are not worthless*, under breath as she was still a prisoner of her memories. Once the girl was on, she jumped back down, only to be approached by the girls parents .

“Oh thank you! She was so quick to go on the ride we didn’t have time to buy the tickets!”- the mother smiled to Clare. Only then, Clare snapped out of it, smiling politely back and nodding, turning and walking away. She had enough of the walk.

[briinstardust]

Season 1, buck what do you think about him and why he acted like. Cause I mean yeah he was sleeping around not that bad apart from stealing a truck but with the 1st girl we buck ask for her number etc, part me wonder if buck didnt know how to be emotional imitated with someone unless it was physical first or just swapping emotional a emotional connection for physical one(if that makes sense)

Season 1 Buck is a conversation I’m always here for. Why do I think Buck acted like a fuqboi? because Buck was a fuqboi. (Honestly, I’m only a little sorry I said that, and not really. Sorry if you think that’s offensive, but that is how I personally interpreted Buck in 1.01 specifically. Not that there is anything wrong with it, personally I loved 1.01 Buck as a fuqboi.)

Anyways, for a serious conversation. I’m sure this has to do with some stuff in his past. I’m sure there’s a “Buck Begins” storyline here somewhere. whether or not we’ll get it, idk. but it is a good opportunity for a storyline with Buck Begins.

I’d say Buck is afraid of emotional commitment. And I would say that that is probably something to do with something that happened to him in his past. I will say that I head cannon Buck’s fear of abandonment, from being broken up with by every romantic partner he’s ever had. This is what we see in the show, but may not be true to his past. I digress. It is what I head canon tho.

I think that Buck probably had a bad break up, decided he was done dating, and that just casual sex was what he was here for. I mean he was 25? when he joined the 118? I know he’s 26 in that one episode, but idk he’s between 25-26  when he joins the 118.

Anyways, I think Buck just decided that he wanted to be casual, and so he was. he was 25 a grown-ass man and could make that decision for himself, and he did. Buck was very selfish (he admits this multiple times) He’s since come to terms with this and reconciles this, (”Am I doing that thing where I make it all about me again?”) Which is beautiful. But 1.01 Buck “Was a punk. Hell still am one“ is I think the most telling of why Buck is the way he is.

Ultimately that’s what it comes down to, as far as why Buck is the way he was. I think there is def some emotional stuff there. And you’re probably right, he thinks that he has to be physically intimate with someone and have sex with them before he can think about a relationship with them, which I think is fine, plenty of people have relationships like that. I just don’t think it’s true to Buck. We see how dating Abby changes him, we see how his relationship with Eddie changes him. And by the end of 1.01 fuqboi Buck doesn't’ feel authentic to him. you know what I mean?

Also, I think Buck just likes to have sex. Like we see him and Taylor Kelly in the bathroom at the bar, after what 1 drink? And I’m here for that.  and we get this! I’m just here for it.

[nightandstarlight]

i cant believe how terrible the world is tbh just yesterday i was thinking about how long it’s been since i last saw (tiny)headband boi with his iconic headband and today he showed up to class wearing it but then a girl who he’s apparently friends with told him to take it off because she doesnt like it and he took it off and i think that might be the end of it?????? im almost sad tbh i guess i’ll have to wait and see but i think maybe i’ll just have to go back to calling him fuqboi ://///

[a-tiny-moon]

Unhelpful guide to Onewe

Since I haven’t found a guide for them yet, I decided to make one myself because I want everyone to love these five bois

Also their height is taken from this profile, but if you watch the last guide I linked at the end of the post you’ll see that some of them are apparently lying about it.... 

- 5-member boy band currently under RBW Entertainment

- formerly known as M.A.S 0094, or just MAS

- all of them were contestants on The Unit

- re-debuted under the name Onewe on May 13, 2019

- they write a huge part of their music by themselves(!!)

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Members:

Yonghoon

- Real Name: Jin Yonghoon

- Positions: Leader, Main Vocal, Keyboard, Guitar

- Birthday: August 17, 1994

- Height: 184cm/6′0″

- the last member to join the group

- became the leader when they went to RBW

- a crybaby (but doesn’t admit it)

- old man

- angelic vocals

- STAGE PRESENCE

- bullied by his members (like every good leader)

- his mother didn’t want him to become a musician at first because of how harsh the industry is

Harin

- Real Name: Ju Harin

- Position: Drums

- Birthday: March 29, 1998

- Height: 180cm/5′10″

- does lots of questionable stuff

- what is going on in his head

- kinda 4d

- vitamins

- likes doing magic tricks

- no lines but tHAT VOICE

- can also play piano and a little bit guitar

- can cook

- fuqboi eyebrows

(there’s too little gifs of this group smh this was one out of three i found for him)

Kanghyun

- Real Name: Kang Hyungu

- Position: Guitar

- Birthday: November 24, 1998

- Height: 176cm/5′9″ 

- former leader

- loves chocolate and reading and gudetama

- a liiiittle weird at times

- also cute... but like weird cute

- said he wanted to learn dancing cause he doesn’t look cool when playing the guitar he’s a liar

- he names his guitars

- can apparently play any instrument at least a little

- good at kendo, was supposed to become a kendo athlete at first

- also don’t give him power or he’ll abuse it

Dongmyeong

- Real Name: Son Dongmyeong

- Position: Lead Vocal, Keyboard, Visual

- Birthday: January 10, 2000

- Height: 173cm/5′8″

- Cya got him to join the band because they needed a vocalist

- he brought his twin brother, Xion/Son Dongju into the company, who became a member of Oneus

- he’s the older twin by a minute

- was on Produce 101

- shy bean, but he doesn’t seem like it because he talks far too much

- like he talks all the time

- 9/10 times when Yonghoon gets roasted because of his age, Dongmyeong is the culprit

- accidental spoiler king

Cya

- Real Name: Lee Giwook

- Position: Main Rapper, Bass Guitar, Maknae

- Birthday: January 24, 2000

- Height: 175cm/5′9″

- another shy bean

- has his own soundcloud

- has produced songs for and with Oneus’ rapline (like Crazy & Crazy)

- left-handed

- lots of earrings (and fittingly enough he wrote Ring on My Ears)

- loves Pokémon

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Other contents/MVs/performances:

- they released three MVs as Onewe so far, which make up their debut album:

Reminisce About All

Ring on my Ears

0&4

- some songs worth checking out from back when they were still MAS: 

Feeling Good

Butterfly, Find a Flower

Starlight

Make Some Noise (pls also watch their fanchant guide for this)

- a few live performances of theirs that I really recommend y’all to watch to see how talented these kids really are:

Closer (The Chainsmokers Cover)

Starry Night (Mamamoo Cover)

Actor (their own song but there’s no official release yet)

- they’re supposed to be Oneus’ brother group and had various predebut shows together with them (both with Eng subs):

Let’s Debut, which has 20 episodes of various missions for both groups

Power Up!, where they sell snacks to promote themselves

you can find some other videos if you dig through their official YT and vLive channels, but not all of that is subbed

- translation of an interview from back in 2017

- Onewe at Arirang’s Super Kpop Radio

- please look at these crackheads [Part 1&2, Part 3&4]

- Onewe version of 3 minute boyfriend (if anyone still remembers this, also pls don’t watch this unless they already own your heart askdjflksa)

- there’s also various (un)helpful guides to them on YT:

like this super long super detailed one

this one’s good too and only half as long

watch this if you’re already a bit familiar with the members

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Official social media:

- Twitter

- Instagram

- Facebook

- Youtube (Onewe, MAS)

- vLive

- Fancafé (Guide on how to join and level up - note that this is an old guide from back when they were MAS, so a few small things changed on the fancafe since then; if you need help leveling up feel free to send me a message or an ask!)

Now go stan these talented qt’s~

[stellarune]

I wrote a thing

Ok so. I wrote this for a non existent fandom, so I’m posting it here. Since probably none of you know who these characters are, I’ll explain briefly.

This is in the book superpowereds by drew Hayes, which is basically my hero academia but with college students. The people here are :

Nick : grew up in Vegas, designated team tactician, really smart/manipulative, controls luck, Vince’s best friend

Vince : homeless kid, has a dad who he loves very much, absorbs any kind of energy and redirects it, nicks best friend

Alice : rich, likes makeup, warrior, daddy issues, floats and controls gravity Mary’s best friend

Mary : lives in the woods her whole life, telepath/telekinesist alices best friend, Hershel’s girlfriend

Hershel/Roy: two minds one body, hershel is a nerd, Roy is a fake cowboy fuqboi, Hershel turns into Roy after he drinks whisky , Roy is super strong. Mary’s boyfriend

Ok.

Title : 200 points

Tw : panic attack

General : angst and fluff, happy ending

Vince Reynolds was brave. He was also the most selfless person you could ever meet. He would never hesitate to put himself between danger and an innocent person, no matter the risk. There were even less things Vincewould not do for his loved ones. However, when it came to Nick, Vince was sort of a coward.

Nick Campbell was smart. there was no denying it. he was also extremely perceptive. sure mary was his friend, so she was biased. but if you asked anyone he ever met, they would all tell you.the same thiàg. he was so good some people believed him to be telepathic. however, when it came to vince, Nick was a dumb fool.

Mary could kind of understand the problem, but honestly it was a quick fix. Assuming they got over themselves obviously

knowing Nick, the obliviousness might even be intentional . either that, mary had become tremendously good at reading people, or she only knew because of her telepathy. seeing the looks alice gave them as they were cuddling on the couch, she highly doubted that.

as captivating s seeing these two making heart eyes at each other was, tonight was date night, and there was non way mary was making hershel wait. she looked at alice, and grinned. with a little luck, this would be interesting.

000

Neck knew trouble when he saw it, and right now trouble was taking Alice Adair’s form. Now, she would have seemed totally friendly to anyone, all big smile and long blond hair. But Nick had been living in melbrook for the past two years. This particular smile, he knew to avoid. It was the one Alice wore seconds before beating the shit out of someone.

Apparently, Nick wasn’t the only one smelling trouble, since Vince wriggled free of Nicks arms the moment Alice stood up. He planted a peck on Nicks cheek and got up. “Yup. Time for snacks.” Nick however, didn’t get the chance to run.

Alice sat down in the couch next to him, and started talking to him about a show she had started watching. This was definitely way too weird for Nicks likings.

When Vince returned five minutes later, Alice’s smile was back. So this wasn’t just a matter with Nick, Vince was [conserné] too. He opened a bag of Cheerios, and waited for doomsday to start.

Alice plunged her hand into the bag. “Sooooo… do you want to play a game ? Because there is no way I’m gonna watch a slasher movie again.”. She was smiling again.

000

This smelled so so bad. there was no way this could turn out fine. Not with that look in alices eyes. Apparently, Nick didn’t think so, since he agreed with Alice. However, he was no fool.

“What’s the bet ?”

Alices grin grew even larger, if that was possible. “The loser’s to tell the truth, the truth and nothin’ but the truth for a whole hour.” She swallowed her mouth full of chips. “And the winner gets to ask whatever questions they want.”

And just like that shit went down.

Turned out that the game in question was actually just dance. It turned out that Vince was absolutely awful at everything including following a rhythm. It also turned out that Nick was an amazing dancer.

He moved with the music, mirroring the guide without even really looking at it, moving with the music and actually looking like it didn’t take all of Vince’s hcp focus to be able to follow. Yeah, Nick was good. But Alice was better.

“Beat you !” This had been a close call, only 200 points between them, but Nick had lost anyways. Vince would have blamed it on luck, if this wasn’t the sixth time she beat him. It had only taken one experience for Vince to accept his loss, but Nick didn’t give up as easily. But 6 losses had been enough.

“Fine you win, whatever.” He crashed on the couch next to Vince. It wasn’t like he was actually tired, but he put on a show anyways. Nick threw his head back and closed his eyes. Which were actually visible. He had ditched the sunglasses earlier, now only wearing them outside of melbrook. Vince had mixed feelings on the question. One one hand, he kinda missed them. but on the other hand, now he could actually look into Nicks deep brown eyes.

Nick snapped his eyes open, staring at Vince. “You have gold in your eyes.” This was such a simple realization. Yet, somehow it changed everything. Nicks eyes still had gold in them, even when he wasn’t channeling luck.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Yeah ? They do ?” Vince heard Alice sNicker behind them, and she threw him a knowing look.

“Nevermind”. Socialize now, freak out after. Right now, he would just ignore everything and Nick beautiful eyes and Nicks arms around him and Nicks breath in his hair and-

Vince hoped Alice had forgotten the bet

000

Alice was thinking about the bet.

Actually, she was thinking about the exact way she had phrased it, andmentaly patted herself on the back for it. She was a genius.

Vince was a blushing mess. He looked like he was having a crisis, his head in Nicks lap, but still refusing to meet his eyes. This was way more than what Alice had expected, but she was not going to complain. The bet would settle everything, if it worked as she planned it. And it would. She grinned. “So. The bet. You’re both losers, pay up.”

“Wait what ? Losers ? Who said anything about both of us doing the thing ?” Nick asked. Alice started at him, preparing herself for a staring contest, but Nicks eyes wandered around for a bit before sighing. “Well played.”

Alice couldn’t help but smile at that. That really was one of her best ones. “I don’t actually have a lot of questions, since I know more or less everything about you two.” Vince and Nick exchanged looks. It wasn’t totally true, and all of them knew it, but it wasn’t important right now. “I do have one question though.” What was important right now was what she was going to ask. “How are you both so oblivious ?”

The boys looked at each other with a silent question mark.

She threw her hands in the air. “Seriously. I’m not that surprised about Vince, but what the hell Nick ?” Alice wasn’t angry per se, she just wanted what was best for her friends, and this had been going on for too long. “How much does it take for you two to realize you like each other ? It’s not that hard ! Hershel and Mary figured it out !” They probably needed privacy, so she stormed out of the room, only leaving the angry mask once she was on her bed. There, she started laughing.

000

What did she mean What did she mean what did she mean what did-

“Ok. There is a lot to unpack here.” Nick joked. He was trying to keep a cool facade on, even if Vince probably knew him too well to be fooled by it. Right now though, the boy seemed in shock as he stared at Nick, mouth slightly agape. “Look I-“

“Oh my god.”

“I know this is-“

“Oh my GOD. Nononononono ! This isn’t happening! No fucking way !”

Nick took a sharp breath in and muttered something that, to anyone else would be intelligible, but to Nick sounded a lot like “I’m gonna kill her” She just had to say it, uh ? She just had to ruin this for him ? For what ? Because she thought it was mutual ? Nick hadn’t even realized he had stood up in the middle of Vince’s rumbling. Alice was a fucking fool to think that good things could ever happen to Nicholas Campbell. Luck had never been on his side once in his life.

Vince had shut up in the mean time and now he was staring at Nick, who was giggling to himself. Luck was never on his side. It was kind of funny now that he thought about it. “Luck is never on my side uh ?” This definitely sounded a lot more hoarse than intended. He also had his hair in his face, which prompted Nick to raise a hand to his face, only to realize that he had been crying. Luck was never on his side. It was not so funny anymore. Why had he even started to hope anything good could happen to him ? O. Because a good thing had actually happened to him. Vince happened to him. All of melbrook too. And now that was gone gone. Vince was gone.

He couldn’t stand having Vince just right next to him, talking to him, if he believed that Vince’s lips were forming words behind the ringing in his hears, and still being gone. So he ran. Because Vince was gone.

Because Alice had to ask this stupid question. No. Because he had lost at this stupid game. It was all his fault. His own damn fault. Because he had been 200 points behind. And that had been enough. Enough to lose fucking everything.

None of this made sense. Why didn’t anything make sense ? Everything always did in Nicks head. Always had. The small part of his mind that managed to understand this also managed to register what was happening as a panic attack, even if he didn’t get that now.

Right now, Nick didn’t even actually register where he was. He didn’t register when he heard shouting from outside his room. He didn’t register when Mary a,d Hershel came back. He didn’t even register when he passed out.

000

That’s morning was tense to say the least. Nick, Vince and Alice had yet to say a word, and Mary’s meaningless attempts at conversation soon stopped. Hershel didn’t know what happened last night, but the atmosseemed to weight him. He soon left to go tak a jog around campus. The others were a mess. Alice hadn’t put on a single drop of makeup and Vince and Nick hadn’t even made eye contact. She had come in with Nick on the middle of a panic attack, so of course she knew what had happened last night. There was going to be a lot of communicating needed, and needed soon.

She sighed. First, the boys, then Alice. Then everything would eventually fall into place. “Alice, can I tak to you for a sec ?”

Alice shrugged and got out of her sit. Nick started to stand up, but Mary kept him in place. He shot her a death glare that would have made anyone shiver. Anyone but Mary. She and Alice left the room, Mary locking it behind her. That was done at least. Now they would have to wait and see how things turned out. In the mean time, she had a best friends to comfort, jusdging by the tears building up in alices eyes.

000

Vince felt sick. He had since last night. And right now, in the kitchen, next to his best friend (could he even call him that anymore ?) he wanted nothing but puke. He felt claustrophobic. Everything around him was too close too close. He stood up, put his head in the sink, and let it all out. He expected to feel better afterwards. But he didn’t. He just didn’t want to puke anymore. The worst part was that he expected Nick to help him through it, to pull his air back and rub circles in his back. But he hadn’t. And that hurt like a bitch.

All of that because of a stupid crush. He had lost Nick over a stupid crush. He wanted to cry. So he did. He just cried on the kitchen floor. It was his fault. So he apologized.“I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry…” I’m sorry I like you like that. I’m sorry I couldn’t get over it before it was too late. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t get it out. But he needed to. So he took a deep breath and got up. He took a second breath and wiped the tears. He took a third breath and made eye contact with Nick. He took a fourth breath and thought about what he was going to say. He took a fifth breath and opened his mouth.

“I’m so sorry I like you.” This didn’t sound like Vince’s voice. In fact it wasn’t. Nick was gripping his chair so hard Vince was afraid it might actually break. Nicks knuckles were white because of the strength he was using right now. He had put his sunglasses on.

“What ?” Vince finally came to his senses. “What do you mean ?” He plopped down to the ground.

“I like you.” Nick said through gritted teeth. “Like-like you.”

“What ?” What ? What was happening? What ?

“What do you mean what ! What ? What !? Do you want me to spell it out ? Isn’t it enough that I lost my best friend” his voice cracked “because I’m fucking in love with you ? Do you want me to print it on my forehead ? ‘IM THE POOR GUY IN LOVE WITH HIS BEST FRIEND’ ?” at this point Nick had actually left indents on the chair, and there was no doubt that his eyes were closed tight under his sunglasses. “Please don’t hate me.”

As if Vince ever could. “You, you really like me ? You mean that ?” It’s not like he really had to ask. Nick wouldn’t have been like that if it wasn’t. But a small part of his brain still thought this was some kind of messed up dream.

He got up and took a step towards Nick.

000

Alice was a mess. She really really was. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear through a crack on the wall. The guilt was crushing her. Knowing that she caused her friends to be in so much pain was eating her alive. But she still came talk to Mary. Because she had no rights to feel that way. Alice had made her bed, now she was going to sleep in it.

But when Mary actually started painting her nails, she was starting suffocate. And Mary was there. She was there when Alice finally let it out. It felt good to have a shoulder to cry on.

She didn’t know how long she had been crying. Maybe a few minute, maybe a few hours. It didn’t matter. “I hate this.” She croaked. “I hate this so so much. And it’s all” my fault. The words weren’t said, but it didn’t take a telepath to guess.

“It’s gonna be fine you’ll see” Mary said as she stroked alices hair. It was going to be alright. “But you’re going to have to talk to them sweetie.”

Alice knew that. But not right now. Everything would fall in place eventually.

000

Nick was keeping his eyes shut, and there was like a ringing in his ears. That was probably why he gasped when he felt Vince’s fingers on his own. They were gently removing Nicks hands from the chair he was sitting on. Why was Vince doing that. It made no sense. But it felt nice. And Nick was a bastard, he had every rights to be selfish.

Then he opened his eyes. And Vince was smiling at him, for some reason. Now, had this been anyone but Vince, Nick would have recognized the signs, the blown pupils, the faster-than-average heart rate, everything. But when it came to Vince Reynolds, Nick was a dumb fool.

Nick removed his sunglasses.

“I-“ Vince started. “I love you too, you know ? You’re like, the most wonderful person I’ve ever met ? And I, I just was, you know, too scared to admit it. Even to myself. I guess I’m kinda a cowards when it comes to you uh ?” He let out a nervous laugh.

Nicks normally extremely fast brain took some time to register what Vince was saying. Apparently, impulse control was lost in the process, since he soon found himself kissing Vince. And it was the best day of his life.

Okay, there was a lot of teeth clanging and awkward nose poking, but it was still the best kiss Nick had ever had. And somehow he found himself lying on the floor next to Vince, laughing.

000

Mary returned to the kitchen after making sure they sorted it out. They were still on the floor, arguing about Nicks horror movies when she came in. They looked so happy. But Alice needed to sort everything out. So she cleared her throat.

“Alice wants to talk to you.” Mary said. She opened the door and Alice stepped in.

Mary quickly retreated to Hershel’s room, to give them some privacy. Herself could use some privacy with her boyfriend, she thought, as she started kissing him. It had been way too long.

“Star Trek movie night !” Hershel cried.

Yup. Long overdue.

000

When Alice walked in, Nick didn’t think much of it. He knew that he should probably be angry at her or something, but he just wasn’t. Didn’t mean he couldn’t use this at his advantage. He smirked.

“So. Alice Adair is finally returning.” He stood up.

“Listen, I’m so so so so-“ Nick placed a finger on her mouth. This was revenge.

“I know. But it’s gonna take more than an apology to make it up to me.” He was enjoying this far too much wasn’t he ?

Alice started rambling again about what she was willing to do to make it up to them, and how she should have never done it that way and-

“I have the perfect idea,”Nick cut her off. “I want you to support me next time I want to do a slasher movie marathon.” Alice burst out laughing. And just like that she knew she was forgiven. “Now Vince, what do you want out of this ?” Nick asked.

“Uh… I want you to ? Uh… ask your chef to make us food for an entire week ?” Alice shook his hand.

“You have a deal.”

Needless to say, the next few days, when they were not in the hcp, were spent with Nick and Vince being glued to each other (not that it was any different from before), and eating more food than at thanksgiving. Oh and also very bad horror movies.

This was originally supposed to be pure fluff about these two dorks finally getting together, but it sorta came out of hand. I guess I wasn’t done with the angst from two days ago, but at least no one died !

[spellstcned]

                                                BLACK MAGIC

hallelujah panic! at the disco // 11 minutes yungblud ft. halsey // 100 bad days ajr // chemicals dean lewis // i’m like a lawyer with the way i’m always trying to get you off fall out boy // kill this love blackpink // wow. post malone // candy machine gun kelly // tell me i’m a wreck every avenue // the haunting set it off // lavender bones stand atlantic // tough luck felicity // bike scene taking back sunday // a favor house atlantic coheed and cambria // at your funeral saves the day // freaky tory lanez // sicko mode travis scott // youngblood five seconds of summer // golden god machine gun kelly // fuqboi hey violet // perfect one direction // a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me fall out boy

the west witches are a very well known name in the supernatural community, as the blood line has been around for centuries, and their magic is said to come from the ‘original witch’ herself. however, it’s important to keep in mind that no one actually knows if that’s true or not. what is true, is the fact that remi definitely knows his shit. 

speaking of knowing his shit, the boy is highly educated when it comes to anything supernatural. he’s spent hours reading up on the world, educating himself on the different kinds of gods and monsters that are out there. he, also, wears reading glasses, btw.

despite being kicked out of his home at an early age, he does have a collection of magical artifacts. some belonged to his mother, which he straight up stole, and others he’s collected along the way. all of them are however, very valuable, and it’s a wonder he hadn’t hocked the fucking things yet. for whatever reason he keeps them, and no one really knows if its because he’s sentiment, greedy, or just stupid. 

remi speaks several different languages, as well as knows sign language. 

because of the time he and May spent living on the streets together, he has several scars. his mouth tends to get him in trouble, and while the boy can scrap just fine..no one wins every fight they get in. so, he’s also got a shit ton of interesting stories to go with them. 

he manipulated his way into his position as a resident, and he knows that this was a big risk to take, so he’s always just a touch defensive when questioned about the in depth hows, and why’s of his status in the town. 

he can play several instruments, as well as sing pretty well. usually, on a good night you can find him breaking out the acoustic guitar and doing a little fucking around. 

Remi has a very, VERY British accent. This is something that surprises a lot of people, and when he’s drunk it gets worse. Sometimes, only the people closest to him can understand what the fuck he’s actually saying , but that’s usually when he’s at peak white boy wasted status. 

CONNECTIONS:

Fourth of July: This is a past connection. Someone in his life that defines the whole “one that got away” thing.  If you’re looking for a little reference, fourth of july by fall out boy is a very good place to start. Essentially, they met and had time to connect at some point, but either he dipped out because things got a little too close for comfort, or he started to fall or them (which is entirely possible tbh), OR your muse was the one who left him (who would blame them, really). 

Backspace: This connection is someone who unravels the mystery of how he had weaseled his way into becoming a resident, and uses it to their advantage. Not only do they spend a good amount of time bribing him with it, as a taste of his own medicine, but they also eventually get bored or fed up with the entire thing and turn him in. He gets knocked back down to rescue, has to find himself a sponsor with the quickness - and swallow his pride while he does. 

For you, I will: While Remi has a bit of a problem being able to take care of himself, let alone anyone else, there is always someone, or something that can change that. This connection is the opposite of the above one, in the sense that it’s a rescue he meets and gets close to. Close enough to take the chance on becoming a sponsor, this could be to save them because they can’t find a sponsor on their own and are at risk of being kicked out - or this can be simply someone he wants to be with. Whatever, we can discuss the shits. 

Oh, Its you...again:  This connection is in relation to Remi’s past, where he and his cousin were part of a cult. Said cult ended up killing said cousin, so clearly they are a stand up group of people. But, either way I think someone from cult could be a little fun...the ones that survived, at least. That being said, you’d get a two for one with @pallor-m0rtis and I. 

Last but not least, like this and I will slide up in your personal space for some plotting or hurl a starter at you.