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𝐅 𝐀 𝐖 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 - Prologue pt 2

MINORS DNI 18+ FIC

You’ve always liked the idea of having a dominant partner - BDSM was something you’ve read about, watched videos about.

Something you made Pinterest boards and aesthetic tumblr posts about when you were 18 and curious, the idea always sounded nice, but you’ve never done it in practice, not really. Sure you bought fuzzy handcuffs at a gag gift store once, but that didn’t really count.

You’re still a virgin.

You’ve always had that chronically awkward, workaholic type of vibe that made typical dating near impossible at worst and frustrating at best. Normal dating apps have proven fruitless and agitating. So poor curious little you talked yourself into making a fetlife account. You weren’t looking for true love, but at least you could get laid.

DM Request from: 10:13 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello, Fawn.”

College was for new experiences after all.

CW: BDSM heavy/centric fic. Safe, Sane & Consensual. Miguel is your professor, but you both don't know that. Age Gap (Y/N is 23, Miguel is mid 30's)

TAG: @slut4oscarissac23

PART 1 - PART 3

It’s been a week since you met Web. You’ve gotten into the routine he provided after you confirmed he expected you to start instantly. Thankfully, your summer job is walkable and makes the whole hour of exercise he’d demanded - so it isn’t much of a change in routine.

He isn’t pleased that your idea of meals is usually whatever frozen nuggets you have in the fridge or whatever you and your roommates decide to swing by to, but there’s only so much you can do on a college budget, and he begrudgingly accepts that fact after some discussion.

You wake with a groan, still entangled in your gray duvet. You had opted for a daybed for your tiny room and it means you often sleep with your nose touching the wall and your limbs curled close to you, fetal position.

For a long moment, you consider heading back to bed. Your hands search down your body and across your bed for the phone. You pull the damn thing out from under your hip and flip it over in your hand.

Web asks you to download something called ‘Telegram’ - it doesn’t log pictures or anything for that matter, according to him. You find you even have a few contacts saved that used it. You discover your cousin is a furry, but you aren’t going to tell him that.

Web’s icon is what you’d expect, really - a red web. His number is fake - surprising to exactly nobody. He was clearly more tech savvy than you. When you had visualized an ideal dominant - Web checked too many boxes. At first you considered ghosting him, anxiety ate you up.

But you also crave his attention - maybe you’re more lonely than you thought. You find yourself waiting for his messages and bouncing at the attention. You’ve developed a habit of staying up too late waiting to see if he’ll pop back online again.

So you click open your phone, ignoring Facebook, Instagram, whatever, and click open the small blue icon to Telegram.

9:13 AM - WebRigger2099 - “Good Morning.”

“ I slept in… Sorry. Just saw this. Morning. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:15 PM

1:19 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Slept in until 1pm? Up late?”

“ Roommates were loud, so I watched netflix. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:19 PM

1:19 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Maybe when summer is over you’ll be able to get proper sleep at my place.”

“ That sounds nice. We’ll have to see. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:19 PM

1:20 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I can set up a dog bed at the foot of mine. I’d make sure you were comfortable, but you’d have to wake me to go to the bathroom. The leash would keep you bound to bed.”

“ And here I thought we’d snuggle. :p ” - Fawnteeth - 1:20 PM

1:20 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Yes, but you have to earn the bed for sleeping at night. Incentives keep you from growing complacent.”

“ You really do know what you’re doing. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:21 PM

“ Any free time today? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:21 PM

1:21 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I work from home during the summer and practically make my own hours. It’s a quiet day.”

“ Can I ask what you do? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:21 PM

1:21 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Yes, but I won’t answer.”

“ Mysterious. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:22 PM

1:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “If you guess correct you might earn a treat, pup.”

“ How many tries do I get? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:22 PM

1:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “We’ll say three.”

“ Banker? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:22 PM

1:22 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No. Every time you get it incorrect, you’ll answer a question of mine, how’s that sound?”

“ That's not very fair. :c ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM

1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I never said it would be.”

“ Fine. Ask away. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM

1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “When was the last time you touched yourself, Fawn?”

“ Oh. These kind of questions. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM

1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Is that a complaint I hear?”

“ No. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM

1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Well?”

“ The night after we spoke the first time. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:23 PM

1:23 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good girl. Excited you, did I?”

“ Yes, sir. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good girl. You remembered the rule. No ‘maybe’s, only ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

“ I’m trying my best. It’s not like it’s fun being a brat at the start. I gotta learn your buttons. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You must be a glutton for punishment. Did you see the cane marks I left on some of the girls in my photo album?”

“ I did. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Did it excite you, Fawn?”

You huff, rolling onto your other side on the bed.

“ ...Yes. When do I get to guess again? >:c ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I never said you couldn’t. You’re just answering free questions.”

“ Mean. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Exceptionally. You have to earn ‘nice’.”

“ I don’t know why I find you so charming. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

“ Librarian? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:24 PM

1:24 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Wrong. And many submissives find comfort in pain and punishment.”

“ you seem like the librarian type. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM

1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Because you think I’d spank you with a ruler if you made too much noise?”

“ I don’t think a ruler would hurt very much. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM

1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You haven’t had one break on your skin then. I’ve left bruises with them before.”

“ I sure haven’t. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM

1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’ll have to bring one someday, then. And a crop. Anything else you’d like me to mark you with?”

“ Let me think about it. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM

“ Personal trainer? You have the body for it. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:25 PM

1:25 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Isn’t that what I’m doing to you? It doesn’t pay very well, but I don’t have any complaints about the benefits so far.”

“ I mean. I guess? You haven’t asked me to work out, plus I hear the right clients means you could make bank. So you are a personal trainer? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:26 PM

1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I did tell you to exercise an hour a day. Did you forget?”

“ Not completely. I walk. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:26 PM

1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No, I’m not a personal trainer. Ready for my last two questions?”

“ Yes. :c I thought I was right�� ” - Fawnteeth - 1:26 PM

1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Afraid not.”

1:26 PM - WebRigger2099 - “When you masturbated the night we first spoke, what did you imagine?”

“ A bit of what you could look like. Putting myself into one of your photos. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Do you like the idea of me showing you off for everyone to see? Your face covered of course, like the rest.”

“ I sure don’t mind the idea. Do most girls say no? I see you haven’t taken any photos in like 7 years. ” - Fawnteeth - 11:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’ve been busy. Started again recently.”

“ Ohhh. I see. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you like to practice?”

“ Practice? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Posing for my photos.”

“ Can I see you too? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Fair is fair.”

“ Your profile pic leaves most to the imagination. Well. Below the belt, I guess. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “That’s what you want to see, is it? You’ll need to earn it.”

“ Call me curious. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:27 PM

1:27 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’ll need to follow my instructions for posing, Fawn. Listening?”

“ Yes. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:28 PM

1:28 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’ll take a picture of every step to prove you’re following along. Understood?”

“ Okay. Let me lock my door. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:28 PM

You need a gameplan. Checking for your roommates, you pop your head out of your door, listening hard. You can hear your roommate Kore’s music - some pop medley that she’s sewing to. Good.

You don’t hear anyone else, so everybody else must be out. You… try not to think about what Taylor or Aurora could be up to.

Sticking your head back in, you close the door. moving to click the lock shut. You check the door, only for it to open with the slightest tug. Glancing at the lock, you frown, flicking it on and off to see no little ‘lock’ mechanism come out.

Shit… You fucking hate your landlord.

You glance around your room - you are not doing this with your door unlocked. You grew up with half a dozen siblings and strict parents - you know how to improvise. Grabbing the circular chair piled with clothes, you push it to the door and force the metal under your door knob. Hands on your hips, you nod at the handiwork.

Good enough.

Snatching up your phone, you frown, kicking away most of your discarded clothes and random papers.You really need to clean your room, but you decide you’d do it later.

Right now, you have other priorities.

Said priority seems to know just when you sit down, the telegram notification lighting up your screen as if you’ve summoned him by pure thought alone. Think of the devil…

1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Having trouble?”

“ No. All good now. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:46 PM

1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Get a marker.”

You frown, then glance at your backpack. You trot over and search through it, tossing a few pens and your pencil case in frustration.

In the end you find a single purple sharpie.

You click open your phone.

“ Does the color matter? ” - Fawnteeth - 1:46 PM

1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No. It just needs to be visible on your skin.”

“ Kay. Got it then. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:46 PM

1:46 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Take your clothes off. Bra and panties can stay on.”

You glance up at your phone and stare at yourself in the mirror.

Your hair is a bit of a mess - that’s fine.

You glance at your sleep shirt, it’s old and the hem is frayed on the sleeves, the little bunny screen printed onto it is mostly faded. You knew you weren’t wearing a bra, so you glanced around your room till you spotted one laying limply on the floor. Tossing off your top and discarding it wherever it landed.

Pulling the bra on, you take a deep breath, glancing at yourself again in the mirror. You feel yourself hesitating. You’ve taken nudes before, what about this makes it different?

Web makes it different. Him telling you to take these for him makes it different. You slip off your shorts and realize you’re wet. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Still, your phone is in your hand again, you flick it open and type away.

“Kay.” - Fawnteeth - 1:50 PM

1:50 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Where is my proof, Fawn? I told you to take pictures. Are you trying to get punished?”

You bite your lip.

“ No. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:50 PM

You need your face mask - the one you wore in all your photos is easy to find. You wrap the thing around your nose and mouth. You know you’re going to crop out your face anyway, but it makes you feel better.

Like you’re pretending to be someone else. You supposed you aren’t you anymore - you’re Fawn. Fawn doesn’t struggle with nudes. Fawn takes great nudes.

You glance at yourself in the mirror. You end up trying a few poses, trying to not put emphasis on your long legs or stomach rolls. You settle on your knees - back slightly arched, one hand splayed on your thigh. Not too lewd.

You snap the photo, shifting your body a bit as you take another. The routine continues a few more times before you pause to look at the photos.

You decide the second one is the best. You move to crop as much of the background out as you can, including your face. Wisps of your hair remain around your neck but that’s fine. Whatever. Good enough.

You hesitate for a moment, finger lingering on the send button.

What if he doesn’t like it? What if he decides he doesn’t like you? You cringe at the thought. You send the photo and close your phone instantly.

[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:55 PM

You hear it ping and slowly click the screen back on.

1:52 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good girl. Has anyone told you you’re beautiful today, Fawn?”

You blush.

“ Now someone has. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:52 PM

1:52 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Write it on yourself. We wouldn’t want you to forget if I’m busy and can’t tell you tomorrow morning.”

“ Okay. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:55 PM

You take a deep breath, grabbing the purple sharpie from beside your knee. Biting down on the cap, you frown, glancing over the expanse of skin thoughtfully.

How the hell do you write backwards…. You’ll flip the image before you send it.

It’s embarrassing how long you pause, you stare at the pen and your skin. You come to the sad realization this is the first time a man has called you beautiful like… ever.

You’re smart enough to realize he’s trying to build you up. God, he knows what he’s doing, doesn’t he?

You settle with scribbling the world carefully onto your right thigh. You don’t use the mirror for the photo this time, taking it directly.

[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:55 PM

1:55 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Again.”

You consider asking him where. After considering for a moment, you scribble ‘beautiful’ on your other thigh. It’s not huge and written towards your knee, but it’s readable.

[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:56 PM

1:56 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Keep going.”

You wonder where - not your thighs again you decide. After some effort you manage to scribble it carefully above your panty waistband, crawling from your hip and across your stomach.

This time you have to use the mirror. You settle back into that kneeling pose and take a few shots.

You pick the favorite, flipping it so the text can actually be read. You crop it again, cutting off your shoulders and part of your arm.

[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:57 PM

1:57 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Good. That’s enough.”

“ Here I expected something lewd. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:57 PM

1:57 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Now pull your panties to the side and show me your pussy.”

Your cunt throbs, making your thighs snap together. He isn’t even talking, it it’s words on a fucking screen . It’s unfair how effortlessly arousing Web is.

You could say no. You don’t think he’d be upset if you said no. He had spoken a dozen times over about consent in the past week, reaffirming to you that if you thought it was too much that you were welcome to say so. All it took was you typing yellow or red.

You don’t.

“ Mkay. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:58 PM

You end up sitting back on your ass, legs apart. You see the dark mark on your panties in between your legs. You almost shutter pulling the cloth aside. You feel your slickness on your fingers and wipe it away with your inner thigh.

You see yourself through your phone, legs spread and the hints of the words written on your thighs make you freeze.

You settle with closing your eyes to take the picture. You don’t crop it this time - but your face is still missing from the shot regardless. Just a hint of the black cloth over your chin. Your face is warm both from your cheeks and your breath now.

You click send and wait patiently for his reply.

[photo] - Fawnteeth - 1:58 PM

It comes instantly.

1:58 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Now shove the marker inside.”

Your eyes widen.

1:58 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Take a picture so I can see all the writing and the marker inside you.”

You grab the top of the marker and cap it, flipping it in your fingers.

“ I’ll try. ” - Fawnteeth - 1:59 PM

The marker is cold. You cringe as you press it against your overheated pussy, flinching as you run it along your opening. After a deep breath you slip it into your opening. You couldn’t exactly feel it - it was more like your fingers.

You’ve never bought a toy, knowing your roommates would rip the package open to see what you ordered, nosy as they are, and it’s not like you could order it to your childhood home. There are some things even you know better than to do.

Slowly, you kneel again, your hips up in the air as you see the small white and purple thing in between your thighs.

The last time you took a nude was before college. You chickened out of sending it to your boyfriend at the time. Now you’re just thankful you never got to second base with him.

You take the picture, eyes closed again. Like that somehow made what you were doing more modest and less slutty.

Is it slutty? It’s not like you’re sending it to anyone but Web. But also… who is Web?

[photo] - Fawnteeth - 2:02 PM

2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “ Good girl. I’m posting this as an album on my page for everyone to see. I’ll blur the background for your privacy, and you already have your mask on.”

“ I thought this was supposed to be practice? :’c ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM

You slip the marker from yourself and put your panties back on correctly. You cringe at the cold wetness.

2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I find it best to practice by doing.”

“ I guess that makes sense. It’s the first time I’ve sent that to anyone on here. Can you keep the one with my crotch in it private? ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM

2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You did good. Lighting and the perfect background are nice, but it's not realistic. Not everyone has perfectly angled windows and lamps to make shots. This is raw. Vulnerable. And yes, I can keep those two private.”

“ Thanks. My room is kinda a mess… You’re nice, Web. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM

2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Just respectful, and not that much. You have low bars, Fawn. Careful someone doesn’t take advantage of them.”

“ You haven’t. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:03 PM

2:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You just shoved a marker up your cunt for me without even questioning it.”

“ I think you’d be fine if I had said no. When do I get to see it? ” - Fawnteeth - 2:04 PM

2:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I suppose you earned it.”

His hands are huge, his chest is broad and clearly the same guy in the photo… and…

Your eyes widen at his dick. The sweatpants bulge in his profile pic is a fucking beast. You had asked him how long it was before, shyly, and he said eight inches. Sheepishly, you told yourself you’d fetch a ruler to see what that would be like in person.

You’d been too nervous to follow through.

He’s wide, too, his log-like member swollen with arousal. The dark brown skin fades to a milder tan as your eyes finally leave his bulge, trailing up the muscular torso. You swear you see a bead of sweat running down his abs, but you realize that it's yours .

You’re sweating, forehead moist, wiping away the rest with a glide of the back of your hand.

Like all the pictures he had of himself in his gallery, the picture cuts off at the beginning of his neck. This one also cuts off near the knees at the bottom.

“ Jesus christ. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:07 PM

“ Did I do that?. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:07 PM

2:07 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Would you be proud of yourself if you did?”

“ I’d feel special. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:07 PM

2:08 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re special, Fawn. Do you know what I would do if you were in front of me right now?”

You sink on your thighs as his words. ‘You’re special’ makes you almost tear up. You’re absolutely charmed by him.

Slowly, you lay on the floor, hovering your phone above your face. It’s hard not to grin, chewing your lip red as you think over your reply.

“ No, can you tell me? ” - Fawnteeth - 2:08 PM

You feel accomplished at that. You’re being so smooth and cool.

You wait patiently, crossing your legs and bouncing one of them in the air.

He doesn’t reply. You feel sweat gathering at the back of your neck. You move from lounging casually to sat cross legged before your mirror. You debate sending another message.

You do not send another message - that would make you look desperate, and you are definitely not desperate. That has to be a massive turnoff anyways - after all, he knows what he’s doing, he’s incredibly attractive and hung. He’s probably so sure of himself. Pestering him would just annoy him.

It isn’t even five minutes you wait before you decide to do anything but stare at your phone. You change into loose pajama pants and toss your shamefully wet panties into the laundry hamper.

You’re halfway through cleaning your room when you hear it.

Your phone pings and, embarrassingly, you drop the bra you were holding to rush for your bed. Feeling like a kid on christmas, your fingers shake as you punch in your passcode and pull up the notification.

2:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m sorry. I have to go for a few hours.”

Your stomach sinks. You think you might be sick.

“ Oh. Okay. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:15 PM

2:15 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I can message you again tonight after 8.”

“ I’ll hold you to that. ” - Fawnteeth - 2:15 PM

Okay. It isn’t your fault, right? Something’s very clearly up with his life.

Frowning, you force yourself take a deep breath to calm yourself.

You investigate his picture, his bedroom is neat and simple. It’s clearly not a hotel room - it’s got some personal cozy touches and you can see some brick outside the window behind his shoulder. The sheets are messy and the blankets are mismatched. He’s probably just some normal guy, maybe he works in an office and just likes his body.

And… bondage.

Y’know - average weird secret pervert things. Hopefully he isn’t married . You didn’t see a ring on either of his hands or even an indent from one he might have taken off for the photos.

Your eyes eventually drift to the marker discarded on your floor, the end still slick. If he was some kind of weird pervert, what does that just make you?

You look down at your stomach and the small ‘beautiful’ written carefully on it. You need to take a shower and get this off.

You sneak through the house with a change of clothes and your nice shampoo you don’t share with anyone. Your house has one bathroom with a half decent shower, technically being a 2 ½ bath house.

You don’t like the other bathroom that Kore and Babette mostly use. It only has a bathtub - the shower head doesn’t work.

You hop in the shower and are horrified at your discovery. It’s not coming off. The writing doesn’t come off with the dove soap or Aurora’s washing puff. Not even scratching it with your nails does anything but vaguely fade it.

Great.

You try your best to not freak out. You’ll dress like it’s winter until you can wash it off your skin. You should have asked Web if you should use a sharpie.

You wash your hair and dry off the best you can. Thankfully, your loose shorts and loose t-shirt hide the marks as long as you don't let the shorts ride up your thighs too much.

You return to your room and move your chair back into its place. You don’t have work today and you can hear the movement that told you one of your roomies had just gotten home.

Your stomach growls.

You’re hungry - three meals, you remind yourself, Web always somewhere close to the front of your mind. Technically this would your first meal, you did just wake up and… fuck. Anxiously, you tug down your pajama shorts. Lesson learned, that shit doesn’t come off in the shower. You make a note to ask Web for a marker to get that does wash off.

You find yourself questioning why some random faceless man on the internet is the motivation you have to take care of yourself. Shaking away the thought, you explore the tiny freezer stuffed with mostly frozen chicken nuggets. You frown, debating ordering takeout again. You settle on boiling noodles and smothering them in pesto and salt.

You head out to the living room - the room is eternally cluttered like the rest of your college house. The ceiling light doesn’t work, so you and your roomies had hung fairy lights everywhere. The drapes are pulled back to let light in - the lesbian flag with markiplier’s face on it in full display to the whole neighborhood. Four couches meant you had plenty of space to sit, falling in the far corner from the only other person in the room - Aurora.

The bubbly blonde is chomping away at her food, phone propped up on the stained coffee table as some sort of video plays. You eat while listening to something about a person named ‘illuminaughty’.

Aurora looked up from her bowl of fruit loops from the couch, she smiled through a mouthful, cheeks as stuffed as a chipmunk. "Mornin'!" she grinned, never one for table manners.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, "You slept in late."

Her eyes looked you up and down, a perfectly tweezed eyebrow raising to look at your leg. "Were you drawing on yourself?"

You looked down, a purple "L" in sharpie just barely poking out of your shorts. You feel a chill go down your spine. You are fucking mortified.

"Uh...yeah," you say quickly, your brain scrambling for a moment to make up some lie. You couldn't just confess that you'd written on yourself and shoved the marker up your pussy just because a man you didn't even know the name of told you too. "Got bored last night, y'know."

Aurora shrugs, thankfully dropping the subject as she turns her attention back to her bowl of sugar cereal.

You promptly get, desperately pretending that she didn’t notice your sexy leg writing, and power walk to your bedroom. It takes effort to not slam the door.

You stay in your room for the rest of the day because you sure as fuck aren’t hanging around your roomies now. Aurora would question you again - it’s Aurora, and you can’t exactly explain away wearing long pants in June.

So you break out your laptop and watch Delicious in Dungeon. You always have a habit of marathoning random shows on Netflix and it passes the time better than staring at the wall, waiting for Web to message you.

You got popcorn as a snack, maybe you’d eat weird monster food too. Senshi does make it look delicious. You chuckle, realizing the name matches.

Hours passed and the sun is barely setting before you consider taking a nap.

8:00 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hello Fawn.”

You sit up and snatch your phone up at the ping.

“ Hey. Everything good? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:00 PM

8:00 PM - WebRigger2099 - “It’s fine, just a sudden schedule change. Things moved up quicker than I expected, but I should be done for the night.”

“ Okay. Well… You never answered my question, Web. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:01 PM

“ Also. How do I get sharpie off my skin. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:01 PM

8:01 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Oh Fawn��”

“ I thought I could scrub it off, if I’m honest. I figured… you.. might… know… ” - Fawnteeth - 8:02 PM

8:02 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I do, but maybe I should let you keep it on until it fades normally. A lesson to be more careful. Better this than something more serious.”

“ I should have figured as much. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:02 PM

8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m just glad you didn’t shove it deeper. You can’t put things inside without a flare, it’ll get stuck. I didn’t realize I needed to explain things like that to you, but I know better now.”

“ I know that. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM

8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “But not that permanent markers are hard to remove.”

“ Yes. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM

8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Fawn you are delightfully foolish.”

“ I’m glad you enjoy my suffering. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM

8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I enjoy your happiness too.”

“ You’re good with words. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:03 PM

8:03 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Better with my hands, but you’ll learn that later.”

“ I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM

“ Well. Now that I’ve made myself a fool, I hope I haven’t turned you off. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM

8:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “Hardly. I believe we left off before at ‘what I would do to you if I was there’.”

“ Thank you for mentioning it so.. I didn’t have to bring it up again. I’m still quite curious. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM

8:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You remember the picture I sent you?”

“ I do. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM

8:04 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I want you to order something. I’ll pay, naturally, but I figure it would be more comfortable if I didn’t know your address so quickly.”

“ Yeah. I think that would take some time. A toy? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:04 PM

8:05 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I have a list. Run away with the money and you won’t hear my answer.”

“ I won’t. But are you sure you want to invest anything in me yet? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:05 PM

8:05 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’ve invested at least 3 days in me with that marker.”

“ True enough. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:05 PM

8:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “I’m comfortable financially. This isn’t the hit it might be for a girl your age. You’ve earned some nice things.”

“ Oh. I see. Thank you. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:06 PM

8:06 PM - WebRigger2099 - “No using them without my permission, understood?”

“ Understood, sir. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:06 PM

He sends you the link to an adult website. Your cheeks flush as your screen is filled with all sorts of sex toys and other lewd imagery. Your eyes flicker to your door for a moment, anxiety simmering low in your belly as the thought of someone walking into your room and seeing what you were looking at flashes through your mind. You bite your lip, feeling like a nervous teenager under your father’s roof once again.

You notice that the cart has been pre filled with a number of items: A 6 inch silicone dildo; a Lovense egg vibrator; nipple clamps; a rabbit vibrator; a bottle of water-based lube; and a set of black lingerie that matches your face mask.

Your eyes linger on the cart total. That’s more than your paycheck .

“ You sure? ” - Fawnteeth - 8:09 PM

8:09 PM - WebRigger2099 - “If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have sent you the link. There is a gift card code: HGJ-8734-KHW. It’ll cover the expenses and leave a little extra for you to browse and select one or two items that catch your interest.”

“ Okay. Thank you. ” - Fawnteeth - 8:09 PM

8:10 PM - WebRigger2099 - “You’re welcome, Fawn. I take care of my pets.”

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara smut

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rishiimaa · 3 months ago

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What if any of the jjk characters gave their child a lemon for the first time?

I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE TO REPLY TO THIS, for some reason I’m not getting notifications? Anyway,

WHAT A GREAAT IDEA ANON!! :3

Warnings: Maybe curse words???

Fluff

Implied fem reader I suppose? No genders are used, just your kid calling you mom.

C/N = Child name

G/C/N, B/C/N = Girl child name, boy child name, I only used these for Suguru since he had twins and I wanted to make it least confusing

A teensy beensy bit of cursing

Yuji, Megumi, Gojo, Geto

I may make a part 2, I dunno…

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Yuji

Yuji is definitely influenced by a tik tok video he saw, after seeing a mom giving her son a lemon, he couldn’t help be think, ‘I wonder how C/N would react to this…’

He never really got the opportunity to really plan and decide when to do it, so he never recorded it like he wanted, but he did get a picture of his son’s reaction!

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“Papa, what’s that yellow thing you’re cutting?” C/N said in a chirpy voice, as he peeked over the counter while his father was cutting lemons. You were tired that day after something happened at work, so Yuji decided he should make dinner, it was the least he could do.

“Hm? Ohh these are lemons!” C/N adorably tilted his head, giving his papa puppy eyes.

“Is it food?” as C/N asked this question, fragments of small memories came up in his mind with the tik tok video, making him smile smugly.

Yuji cut a slice of lemon, and bend down to his knees to meet his son’s height, C/N’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the fruit, C/N gulped, nervously grabbing the lemon.

“Don’t be nervous, it tastes really sweet!” C/N nodded with a determined expression, he trusted his dad for he looked up to him the most, so, with all his nervousness drowned out, C/N took a big bite out of the lemon.

His face squeezed, as his chewing became slower, and finally, he stood still.

“Is it good, C/N?” Yuji snorted out a small chuckle, as an attempt to hide his laughter, C/N was a sweet boy, just like his papa, he didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

…That being said, C/N got the impression that Yuji made the lemon, and he didn’t want to hurt his father’s feelings, so he simply nodded very slowly, as he forces himself to swallow the sour fruit.

Yuji snapped a picture of his son’s squeezed expression, tears of amusement threatening to fall, as he rubbed his son’s back

“You’re a good boy, C/N”

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Megumi

Megumi’s definitely doing it as like a petty revenge towards his daughter, after some sort of quarrel they had, she had quite the smart mouth, just like her dad, and sometimes he’s at a lost of words with her comebacks, so why not come back another way?

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“C/N, I want you to try something for me real fast.” Megumi said from the kitchen, him and his daughter had another small argument once again, about his demon dogs and wanting them to be out 24/7, truth be told, Megumi could never say no to her, but he can still argue.

But this time, she had backed him into a corner, giving a solution to all his excuses, the fact that he had nothing to say back to her, slightly pisses him off.

C/N didn’t ask questions and waddled herself into the kitchen, her steps were quite loud as she ran to look up to her papa.

“Try what papa? Is it spicy like last time?”

C/N furrowed her eyebrows as she accused her dad, Megumiswiftly picks her up and grunts, showing her a lemon, C/N takes the lemon as she questions the fruit.

“Papa, what is this? A pee pee circle?” C/N giggles as she describes the fruit, earning a sigh from Megumi.

“No, It’s a lemon, and you eat it.” Megumi snatches the lemon from her, causing her to pout, as she crosses her arms.

“Hey, don’t start scowling, it’s really good, it’s your mom’s favorite fruit, so I assumed you’d like it too.” Hearing that it was mom’s favorite, C/N immediately took the lemon from her dad’s hands, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

The thing was, you hated lemons, so that just came out as a straight up lie.

C/N licks the lemon to test it first, as she immediately retracts and drops the lemon, she tightens her lips into a thin line and her eyes close, Megumi takes this opportunity to take a picture.

“You lie! I go and tell mama you lie!”

Megumi chuckles, putting C/N down

“Lie about what? You tried it on your own free will.” Megumi snarks, causing C/N to tightly glare she began to stop her feet, “It’s not good! I go and tell mama you lie! Mama!”

C/N dashes out of the kitchen in an angry fit, knowing he was gonna get an earful from you later, he’s just happy he got his revenge.

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Gojo

Gojo discovers this after Suguru sent him a picture of both of his twins trying lemons, he coos at the sight, finding it absolutely adorable, this encourages Gojo to run to the store to get lemons so he can record his little girl’s reaction.

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At the moment she was getting ready for nap time, so right after you tuck her into bed, Gojo ran into his daughters room, in a hurry, barging in and pausing her princess movie she was watching.

“C/N~ could you help your papa out for a bit?”

C/N blinking at the glaring light that Gojo turned on, watching her papa walk in and sit next to her on her bed.

“Did mommy make daddy sleep on the couch again?” C/N casually asked, as if she were used to this, making Gojo sulk, he probably would be sent to the couch after he does this.

C/N tilted her head when she didn’t get a response, so she simply took it as yes, she scooted over and patted down her sheets, allowing her dad to sleep with her tonight.

“It’s okay daddy, you can sleep with me tonight.” This absolutely squeezed Gojo’s heart, almost making him regret having her try this lemon, but he continues anyway.

“I appreciate it sweetpea, but mommy didn’t kick me out, I just wanted you to try this!” Gojo cheerfully said, showing her the lemon, she looks at it suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

“What is it? What does it do?” C/N tilted her head, making Gojo giggle

“It gives you superpowers! Like your papa!” Gojo smiles, handing C/N the lemon, she takes it, her suspicion fading when she hears about superpowers.

“So if I try…I will have superpowers? Like superman?”

Gojo nodded, lifting the lemon to C/N, she takes it and bites deep into it. She pauses mid bite, sharply lifting her head back up and looks back at her dad.

Gojo couldn’t help but die from laughter, C/N’s squeezed in lips, and her eyes slightly watered from the sourness, he couldn’t help it.

C/N was staring at Gojo, as she sniffles once…sniffles twice…then finally, tears, loud and drowning tears, alerting Gojo when she suddenly breaks down.

Gojo jumps to his daughter as if it were an instinct, rubbing her back and telling her to shush and that she’s okay, but neither worked

Not only did he feel terrible about making her cry, but he was terrified because of you.

It didn’t even last a second when you dashed into the room and began to comfort C/N, Gojo looks with fear and concern.

“Oh dear…What’s got you all crying…”

You wiped her tears.

“Daddy gave me a nasty food and started laughing at me…”

C/N pouted, before you snapped your neck towards Gojo, yep, he was fucked.

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Geto

Geto thought of this idea himself, I mean, how cute could it be to see his son and daughter taste lemons? He was dying to see their reactions, so one night, it was his turn to do the house work, including kitchen while you take a shower.

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Both twins were making a absolute ruckus, the whole house was trashed with toys after Geto just cleaned it, but Geto isn’t the type to yell out his children, so he decided to distract them both with something else.

“G/C/N, B/C/N , how about we try something new today, hm?” Geto said in a mellow tone, he looked like a typical house wife, with a pink apron and white bunny slippers, as both twins stop their play fighting to see what their dad meant.

“New? I wanna try something new!” G/C/N said excitedly, running to her dad to see, her brother simply follows her around anyway, so they both came at the same time.

“I’ve cut you both a fruit called lemons, only big boys and girls could eat these, if you both can eat them without quitting, I’ll serve you both ice cream, sound like a deal?” Geto smiled, G/C/N immediately accepted the challenge, taking the lemon for herself

“So you’ll start treating us like big kids if we eat lemon’s, dad?” B/C/N questions, looking down at the yellow fruit, earning a nod from Geto.

“Who cares if we’re big kids, we get ice cream!” G/C/N encourages her skeptical brother, this immediately helps B/C/N gain confidence.

“Then…we eat it at the same time, okay?” B/C/N said, earning a nod from his sister.

“On the count of three, we bite…1….2….3—!”

They both chomp down on it, they both recoil in unison, as they look up at their spectating dad, he was covering his expression, as he holds in his snickers, but both twins continue to bravely chew and even swallow, but when G/C/N finished, she was instantly enraged

“What was that you gave us, papa, you scammed us!” G/C/N said, hitting her papa’s leg, and B/C/N sniffled, looking at his dad with puppy eyes as he picks up his sister by her shirt so he could stop her from punching.

“Can we get our ice cream now, papa?” B/C/N said in a trembling tone, trying not to cry, Geto’s smile soften’s patting his son’s head

“Of course, B/C/N, you both ate it, after all.”

Both twins cheered

“Hell yeah! Chocolate ice cream!”

G/C/N said loudly, making Geto gasp and lightly slap her head.

“Watch your mouth, G/C/N.”

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#jjk #megumi fushiguro #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #yuji itadori #cute #jjk fluff #family #lol #drabble #request

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automaticpizzahologram · 2 years ago

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Sorry, I'm a crap writer, I didn't expect it to get as popular as it is .

If you have any ideas, feel free to say

Part 3

Bill and I have been at the park for around about an hour laughing and telling each other stories when I get a call from my mam, telling me that I need to head home. I don't really want to go as Bill and I are having a great time

" I have to go home. it's getting late, and mam wants me home." I say, looking him in the eyes, he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

"That's fine. I should head back. The others are probably wondering where i am."

We both walk out the park and down the narrow path side by side as we reach the end, Bill turns to me and gives me a piece of paper, which I assume has his number on it.

"Call me, bye,"

"Bye," we both go our separate ways, I turn my neck to look at him, a smile creeping onto my face, making my face go hot. I turn back around and practically run home feeling giddy. I don't get much attention from boys ,none, really, so it doesn't take much to fluster me. I mean, the last relationship I had doesn't even count as it was a primary school one in year 5.

Once I reach my house I open the door.

"I'm home,"

"GREAT, HAVE YOU DONE YOUR SPARXS HOMEWORK," mom shouts.

"Yeah, I did it on Wednesday,"

Huffing I run upstairs and jump straight on my bed gazing at the ceiling, I think back to the park, smiling I remember about the piece of paper. I open my phone and add him to my contacts.

'Hey,it's Y/N.' I type out as soon as I send it. I slam the phone onto my bed and walk to the other side of my room. My phone buzzes, not even 10 seconds later. Rusing back over, I pick up my phone

'Hey, miss me already?'

I blush,

'You wish hahaha'

Getting ready for bed, my phone buzzes again, picking it up it's a picture of what looks like one of Bill's friend with semi long brown hair looking at the camera with a shocked face and Bill and the others not having a clue in the background.

'Future cover of vouge'

'Ikr, all the ladies love me,I'm georg btw, iak who u are, he hasn't shut up about you lol'

'Really? '

'Yeah, ima see how long it takes for him to notice that I have his phone.'

' You do that then'

'So what do you like to do? Personally, I like to play guitar and

hang with my bros'

'Hang with my bros💀, I really like plants, and I guess I like where I work'

'Lame'

'OK, Mr., all I do is play guitar, I did that in y4'

'Ma.meh mehmeh'

'Are you seriously making fun of me over text'

' What are you gonna do about it?'

Suddenly, I get a video call, and I pick up knowing who it is.

"Well, hello, oh famous y/n."

"Hello,georg. I'm guessing they still haven't figured it out yet. "

"Yep. They're still playing uno. " The camera switches around to reveal Bill and the others in a hotel room. The camera switches back around to face Georg.

" You look like a drowned fish."

"Well, at least I don't have my pants so low, not even my belt can help,"

We bicker on for a few minutes until a shout comes from the other end of the phone

"Jeez, okay, who got your thong in a twist gustav?" Mumbled shouting, is heard until I heard a loud

"Is that my phone? Who are you talking to?"

"Yes and y/n"

'WHAT,' loud stomping is heard until it stops and the phone is wrestled out of goreg's hand and a makeup free Bill is on screen.

"Halo"

"Hey Bill, had a nice game of uno?'

His face starts to heat up a tad .

"Yes, did you miss me so much you wanted to call me?"

" Totally, yeah, it's not like a rat looking creature called me," I say, referring to goreg

" I heard that you ugly chihuahua,"

I ended up talking to the whole group until 22:30pm, we would have continued to chat if it wasn't for me needing to get to bed as i need to get to school at 7 in the morning.

My weird ass alarm wakes me up . Wanting to curl back up in bed and cry, I get up and head to the bathroom to do my morning routine.

I have to leave the house at about 6: 30 as it takes 20 minutes just to walk to the school gates. If it wasn't for my GCSES, I would have missed so many days off school just to sleep.

Munching on my toast, I walk along the extremely long path that's right next to a road to school. Music blasts in my headphones as I bop my head to the music.

Once I reach the gates, I walk around to the schools student entrance. I hate having to spend an extra 2 hours at school, but it's going to be worth it in the long run. Walking into the dining room, I see pheobe sitting at our table.

"You're here early,"

"I woke up at five and couldn't get back to sleep,"

"I don't know how you do it,"

"I can't be arsed for math at 7 in the morning,"

The school day passes by slowly, I mean, imagine being at school for 8 hours.

Once the school day ends, I finally look at my phone to find about 30 texts from an unknown number.

' nah gustav is being hella boring rn'

'I look too good rn for this'

'Do you know any good fast food here'

'Why aren't you answering? It's literally after 3 '

'Georg?'

'The one and only'

'How did you get my number'

'I have my ways'

'You took it from Bill, didn't you?'

'Totally not, anyway as I asked earlier what's good food around here'

'I dunno, domino's.?"

'OK, why so hesitant? It's not shit is it?'

'No, not really, just kinda pricey '

'Doesn't bother me, I'm rich'

'Totally'

'Bye ,Mrs kaulitz'

'GEORG'

'BRO'

'NO'

' Are you really leaving me on delivered rn-'

As soon as I get home, I run to my room to get changed into some comfortable and baggy clothes instead of this uncomfortable uniform .

Lying on my stomach, I flick through my true crime magazine until I get bored and place it to the side.

Not knowing what to do, i huff and stand up, walking out of my room and into maddies room.

"Who are we going to see next week?"

"Tokio Hotel, Tom is literally SO HOT,"

"And how old is he?"

"16"

"Your 13 maddie"

"And?"

"Oh my godddd," walking out of her room, I hear my ringtone playing from my room. Picking up the phone, I quickly check who's ringing, It's Bill"

" Hey Bill,"

"Hallo, y/n, do you wanna maybe wanna come over and watch movies and have pizza georg says that he found a good place called Domino's, and you don't have to pay"

"Sure , that'll be cool. I'll text my mom saying I'm going out,"

"Awesome, where are you? I can pick you up. "

I gave Bill my address and then ran to my desk, making sure that I looked good and applying some soap and glory mascara, then downstairs to get my shoes on. Not long later, a black SUV pulls up out on the path.

God, georg wasn't bluffing. A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I grab my keys and open the door

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Thanks so much for reading. I'll get to work on the next chapter soon.

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #georg

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xxxninjaxxx23 · 4 months ago

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A girl and her crush!

Part 2

-With the last week of school approaching, an event from Tara’s past comes back to haunt her. Wanting to find complete closure and move on, she seeks out her friend Mindy to help get Tara back on the saddle.

(Tara’s pov) After a few rounds of back 4 blood. I didn’t feel in the mood to play any longer. My stomach was already starting to hurt real bad “G-guys. I think I’m going to get off for now. I haven’t been feeling well today…I’m just going to lie down.” Mindy and Chad understood and told me to text them later. After they disconnected, I went up to my room and laid on my side in bed, letting my mind wander off.

‘Love? Why are you so worried about where I always am?’

Tara closed her eyes ‘Babe. I’m sorry if you think I’m stalking you but I’m not. It’s just that….we haven’t gone out in a while and I haven’t got much calls or texts from you recently. Did I do something wrong?

He shook his head ‘No baby it’s not you….look I just haven’t been myself and needed some space from the things I was going through. I’m all better now If you want to go on a date…we can go Friday.’ Tara smiled and kissed him passionately, though was a bit hesitant to return it.

‘I’ll try to not be so clingy most of the time baby. But you know my freckles and I still need your kisses from time to time’ she said. He smiled and gave each of Tara’s freckles a kiss. “I know.”

I shook my head and felt a few tears fall down my face, hugging my big stuffed dinosaur which was given to me on our last and final date.

(Later)

(Sam’s pov) On the way home from the store, Richie was chatting on the phone with his family, who were going to be present for their cousins graduation at Woodsboro high. ‘My little sister is also graduating, along with her friends. Damn. I don’t think I told Tara about me staying until her graduation’ I thought.

The drive home didn’t take long as we made it and got the groceries out of the car in no time , setting them on the counter. “Thank you sweetie. Richie and I can take it from here.” Stu said, then whispered to me “I just want to give Richie the “dad talk” don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to scare him away.” I rolled my eyes but smiled and said ok.

Leaving the pair to it, I went upstairs to check on Tara. The video game controller was l on the couch but I didn’t see my sis, so I went up to her room.

When I got there, the door was locked so I knocked on it “Tara? It’s Sam, do you need anything sis?” I didn’t get a response for a bit so I went to sort out my clothes in the guest room.

I could have sworn I heard some faint crying behind the door or maybe It’s just me hearing things. Whatever it is, I’m not going to find out today. I guess I’ll just wait until tomorrow.

As I was setting my clothes on their hangers, I felt someone hug me from behind. I turn my head back a little “Baby! How’d it go with my dad hun?” Richie kissed my cheek before speaking “Wasn’t too bad. He said he doesn’t hate me. I think that’s a start.”

I nod “He’s always been one for humor.” Richie took some of his clothes and put them on his hangers “Your dad also said I can sleep in here with you. Just no funny business, he told me he “See’s and hears all.”

“I rest my case” I said, wrapping my arms around Richie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

(3rd pov) Later that night Tara was still on her bed with the dinosaur plushie clutched in her arms. She hears a familiar knock on the door once again “Sammm please go away.” She heard a loud sigh “Tara please. You can’t skip out on dinner and besides, dad made your favorite meal.”

Tara tightened her grip on the Dino “Sam look. I’m not feeling good today. Can you please just leave me alone, god?!” Sam was taken back by Tara’s sudden outburst “Ok…I’ll leave you alone I guess. But I’m here if you want to talk about anything going on….or if you need some Pepto.”

Sam walks away and goes downstairs to eat dinner. Stu was just putting the portions on everyone’s plates as Sam and Richie sat down. “Hello love birds….hey where’s your sister Sammy?” Sam took some utensils for her food “You might want to wrap up Tara’s plate for later, dad. Tara won’t be joining us because she told me she’s not feeling good.”

“Hmm” Stu said, raising a brow as he went to get a small Pyrex to put Tara’s food in “Does Tara need any Pepto or ginger candy?” Sam shook her head.

“Honestly, I don’t think has a stomachache dad.” Stu looked confused “I mean that, Tara has locked herself in her room and won’t open the door. When I went to fold my clothes, I could have sworn I heard her crying….something’s bothering her and she won’t tell us.”

Stu shook his head “It’s always been hard for Tara to open up. I usually don’t force anything out of her unless she did something wrong but I think she’s just having a bad day.” Then looking over at Sam “I say we wait until tomorrow for her to talk if she wants to. I’ll save Tara’s food if she gets the munchies later on.” Sam nods as the family continues to eat.

(Later in the middle of the night)

(Mindy’s pov) I lost my footing on the ledge trying to climb to Tara’s window. But I managed to grab the brick that was sticking out and kept my balance as I knocked on her window. “Ok T. You better have a real good reason for calling me up here and making me sneak in through the window at let’s see here….two in the morning” I said as she let me In, rubbing my arms.

“Mindy….he’s back again.” I raised a brow “Who is?” Tara was about to speak but one look at the dinosaur in her arms was all I needed to know “Lemme guess? Your cheating ex is haunting your dreams again?” She nodded and went over to the bed, patting the empty spot looking up at me.

I sat down on the bed next to Tara and hugged her. Tara hugged back while letting the tears pour from her eyes “I know you’re upset and hurting T, but you need to let this go and move on. I’m not one to be harsh or upfront but this isn’t good for your health even if it’s only been two months since that happened.”

Tara looked up at me “Th-that’s easy for you to say Mindy. He was my everything, he was there for me when my mom died and my dad was too drowned in his own sorrows to help me. I thought what we had was special!” I kept my embrace “You thought T…you thought. Hell I even believed it myself but then I realized what a dirty liar and a cheater he is.”

I wiped up Tara’s tears and gave her a tissue. “He doesn’t deserve you or your love and you know it. You deserve better than that Tara. It’s why we kicked him and Amber out of the group.” Tara sniffled a bit “Amber…she was my best friend. They both b-betrayed me.” I caressed her hair “You know I could have gotten Chad to have a talk with them. But you didn’t want him or his fists getting involved. Heh, my brother was already furious when he found out about your ex and Amber. I’m surprised she’s even with him given their history but ,you could imagine what Chad was going to do to that bleach haired boy.”

(Tara’s pov) I laughed a bit. At least Chad and Mindy are still in my life to this day and have no means to leave or hurt me. I look down at the Dino still in my arms “You need to get rid of that plushie Tara” Mindy said.

I looked at it a bit more. “This is my favorite dinosaur Mindy, he always knew what to get me.” Mindy facepalmed “See? There you go again. You’re still thinking about him when you should be moving on!”

I made a sour face but Mindy just smiled “If you want me to help you then let me help you.” She extended her hand out “Here, let me take it.”

I was a bit hesitant at first but I handed the toy over to Mindy. She went over to a window where the dumpster was just below us, dropping it. I didn’t like it but I knew it was for the best….i guess.

“I know you loved that plushy Tara but it’s for your own good. I’m not about to let my friend become depressed over a filthy cheater.”

I nod and stretch my arms out, yawning. “Looks like you need to go back to bed. I’ll see my way-“ As Mindy was about to climb out the window, I quickly jumped up and held her arm.

“Stay with me?” Mindy shook her head “Tara…” I felt more tears coming on “Please….I don’t want to sleep by myself tonight.” Mindy took one look at the carpeted floor “fine.” She said heading to the closet and placing a pillow and blanket on the floor.

I looked at her in confusion “Um, What are you doing?”

“Umm making a bed for…myself?” She said fluffing the pillow, I shook my head laughing “No you can sleep on the bed with me Minds. It’s big enough for two people.”

Mindy didn’t budge “If this is your way of coming onto me, then i rather take my chance on the floor.” I held my hands up in surrender “I insist Mindy. I’ll stay on my side while you stay on yours, nothing weird.”

Mindy rolled her eyes “The last time I shared a bed with you, I woke up to you kissing my ear.” She said, putting the blanket and pillow back into the closet before joining me in the bed. “I don’t move around in my sleep anymore and at least I didn’t kiss you on the lips-“ I felt a hand on my mouth “OkAY that enough. Go to sleep Tara.”

I shook my head “Fine.” Before closing my eyes.

“Gotta say, this bed is really comfy. The next guy is going to be blessed, fucking you on this bed.” I playfully smacked her arm, blushing “You told me to go to sleep, so let me sleep.”

“Sorry” Mindy said, turning off the lamp.

(The next morning)

(Sams pov) my eyes shot open as I check the time. ‘Not even 7 yet.’ I tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep but I couldn’t. I got up and gave Richie a kiss on the head. ‘Might as well go make a coffee and breakfast for the family.’ I headed downstairs to make breakfast but I head a loud rustle coming from the kitchen.

That made my blood run cold because Stu and Tara were still asleep. So I sneak over to the nightstand and pull out the gun I hid in there. Quietly loading the gun, I walk slowly over to the kitchen.

Then I peered around the corner and aimed the weapon “Hey! Sam no! It’s just me, Mindy.” I quickly put the gun away “How did you get in here?” Mindy poured a bowl of cereal “Tara let me in through the window. She just needed a friend to talk to.”

I scoffed in annoyance “and you couldn’t just knock on the door and wait till one of us let you in?” Mindy tapped the bowl “weeellll yes, no, maybe. Look Tara made me go through the window because she was worried you and Stu were going to be mad at her for dragging me here at two in the morning.”

I got some coffee beans out of the cabinet and the filters “Makes sense I guess but I need to ask….is Tara ok?” Mindy nodded “She’s fine, I calmed her down a bit and spent the night with her.”

“So, do you know what’s bothering Tara?”

“I do but Tara wanted me to keep it a secret. Sorry Sam but it’s too personal for her to talk to anyone else other than me about it. All I can say is that she is doing fine. I already solved her problem.” Mindy said, finishing up her cereal and putting the bowl in the sink.

I was a bit offended that she chose to talk to a friend over her sister but my biological father at least told me “Friends are like family, well most of them sometimes.” Before I could speak, Mindy beat me to it “So let’s see here, you see a person like me in your kitchen, you immediately pull out a gun and try to kill me” she said, laughing.

I pinched the bridge of my nose “You really had to say that did you?” She shrugged “Hey, had to get that out of my system” I took a sip of my finished coffee “If that’s what you think that was, then you are surely mistaken.”

“Eh maybe. But since I’m here, can I help make breakfast? I make killer omelettes and bacon.” I nodded “Ok but try not to go crazy with the eggs. I just bought these last night and they were expensive.

Mindy laughed, cracking the eggs on the pan “So is that Rover you have parked in the driveway.” I threw the shells in the trash “That’s Richie’s car. Well I helped pitch in for it so I guess it’s our car.” I smiled “Ok you’ve made your point. I’ll leave the chef to her work while I set the table.”

(Mindy’s pov) As I was putting the seasoning on the omelettes, I heard the sound of light footsteps coming down the stairs. “Tara? Is that you?” I didn’t get a response back until she got to the kitchen “Good morning Tara.”

“Good morning Mindy, Sam” Tara said, going over to the fridge and grabbing the orange juice. She rubbed her eyes as she sat at the table. “Ok ladies, the food is just about done. Get those plates ready and those lazy ass boys down here.”

(Tara’s pov) I laughed a bit as Sam went up to call the other two down for breakfast “So Minds, any plans on what you’re going to do after this last week of school ends?” Mindy placed the food on the plates “As cool as acting is, I rather be a movie writer. Honestly these new horror movies are too predictable and have shit stories. Maybe I can fix that with my incredible storylines I saved in my journal.

“Well I can’t wait to see what new movies you make, on the big screen.” Mindy nodded “Don’t forget to take a date with you lover girl.” I felt a sting in my stomach “Oh gee, if only it were that easy to find a partner out of thin air or a snap.”

Mindy scoffed “Try being a lesbian, you’d be surprised on how shitty my luck is compared to yours.”

I folded my arms “I’m bisexual Mindy. I’ve been that way since middle school you goofball.” Mindy giggled “Sorry, I forgot you used to date that girl….Emily? Yeah I was surprised that she’s shorter than your neck. I remember all too well when she had to stand on her toes just to give those pretty lips of yours a kiss. What happened with her? She wear you out?”

‘Sigh’ “More like I wore HER out. Emily cheated on me with some dude she met two days ago at a coffee shop and had the nerve to apologize, saying it was her and not me.” I took the plates to the dining room “I got so mad that I cussed Em out and told her to never see or contact me again. I also threw my iced latte in both of their faces, biding them a fuck you.”

“Seems like they had it coming.” Mindy said as she put a hand on my shoulder “and don’t worry about you know who either. I know you will find someone better than him, hell maybe by the time graduation hits.” I tilt my head down “I’m not really that pretty mind-“

Mindy interrupted “MY ASS YOU AREN’T PRETTY. Your the hottest girl in school and every guy/girl wants a piece of your action.” I blushed “Jesus Mindy, do you have to be so subtle about everything?”

Mindy grinned “Hey, that’s just my specialty.” I shook my head smiling.

(Stu’s pov) When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see a big breakfast setup. The omelettes looked good enough for seconds…for me at least “You girls really went all out on breakfast today.” I took a gaze around the food “Looks like there’s enough here for bunch and dinner today, no cooking for me today. Yippee!” Both girls laughed before going to the dining room. Well Tara at least “Just a minute Mindy, I need to talk to you.”

She looked a bit nervous “Mr. Macher…lovely day isn’t it?” I clicked my tongue “Well, I mean yes it is isn’t it. But no, I heard that you came over last night, through the window.”

(Mindy’s pov) If my nerves weren’t already shot, then they sure as hell now. How did he know about- “I know what you’re thinking Mindy. I have a little thing called security around my house. “Oh”

Mr. Macher put a hand on my shoulder “Your always welcome here anytime young one. Don’t sneak in through the window, just ring the bell next time and someone will answer.” I smiled “Thank you Mr. Macher”

“You can call me Stu, sweetie. No need to be formal, I dealt with it enough from my in laws and signing paperwork.” He said, leading me to the table to join the rest of the family.

(Tara’s pov) My dad told me to slow down but I couldn’t help it, Mindy does make a mean omelette. But I only got the enjoy the food for a little bit when I saw Richie feeding Sam her breakfast.

I gritted my teeth ‘I never got fed like that from any of my relationships let alone LOVE. I always had to feed myself!’ But I let some harsh words slip “Hey! Can you stop that? She’s not a kid anymore, bozo.” Richie’s face fell as he put the fork down and went to eat his food, Sam shot a glare at me.

Mindy laughed “Looks like someone’s a little-“ I tossed an orange at her before she could finish. “Tara! Don’t throw things at your friends. You know better than that pumpkin.” My dad said.

I suddenly felt everyone’s cold stares on me, leaving me to sink down into my chair “I’m sorry….its just-I’m having a really bad day that’s all.”

My dad was just about finished with his plate “Well. We’re all here ready to listen if you need to TALK about it, not be punching bags. You can start by telling us why you locked yourself in your room the whole day yesterday.”

I nod as I took a breath, venting on what happened with my last relationship and him cheating behind my back. Ooh boy was my dad angry, including Sam “It’s bad enough that fucker cheated but who breaks up with someone over TEXT?” She said

“Well one thing I know for sure, they are both banned here and from talking to you again.” My dad said, pulling me into a hug. “I just want real love dad….is that too much to ask for? Sam has one but I don’t? It’s not fair! It’s not-” My sister joined in “You’ll find someone one day Tara, someone way better. You just need to be patient sis, please be patient.”

I didn’t say anything, keeping my embrace on my father.

(Three days later)

(Mindy’s pov) This is it! Only one more day until graduation and I couldn’t be more relieved to get out of this place and chase my career in college. If you ask me, high school should be paying us to just sit and “listen” to the boring useless lectures the teachers give. Now we have to work menial jobs just to pay for college and the sweet tuitions.

I heard a locker door close next to me “Tara! How were you classes? See any cute boys/girls you want to say hi and goodbye to?” Tara shook her head

“Nope! All of them are taken and the ones who aren’t, are fresh broken hearts from their partners going to different universities and not wanting to do long distance, go figure.”

I nod “Yeah…Chad is one of those people too unfortunately.” Tara puts her backpack around her shoulders “Really? I thought him and Liv were going to do a long distance.”

I walk outside with Tara “Well Chad wanted to do a long distance but Liv told him she couldn’t bear the feeling of that. I don’t blame her either which is why I need you to help me smack Chad upside the head and focus on his career in football. Matter of fact, you need a smack too.”

“Ok first of all, rude! and I’m not going to hit Chad for you, Minds. I’ll help in any way I can but a “smack upside the head” is out of the question for us.” I grinned “Fair point but HEY, he’s single and you’re single. What do you say lover girl?”

“I am NOT dating Chad. As attractive as he is to all the girls in school, he is not my type. More like an older brother to me” Tara said.

I shrugged “Worth a try but if you feel anything, then by all means go for it! I trust you more than any of those past girls Chad used to bring home, including Liv.”

Tara laughed “Will do Minds. You’ll be the first to know If that does happen.” I gave her a high five and took her to a decent ice cream shop before it closed.

(The next day)

(Tara’s pov) Well this is it…..todays the day I’m no longer going to be a high school student. After tonight, I’ll be starting a whole new life and so will my friends. Even if we end up going to different colleges, we will still be a family no matter what.

Feeling a bit nervous, I excuse myself to the bathroom to wash up. After splashing a bit of cold water on my face, I head back. I got a bit zoned out, worrying that I might run into Wes or standing near him. The second I turned my head in a different direction, I ended up bumping into someone head first, knocking us both to the floor. ‘I hope that wasn’t him. Oh god please don’t let it be him!’

I slowly opened my eyes and felt a bit of relief when it wasn’t but now I got another problem. “I’m so sorry about that! I got a little distracted and I didn’t-“ As I extend my hand to help the person up, he rubbed the bump on his head and looked up at me. ‘Wow….He’s cute!’ Wait, did I really just say that in my head? It didn’t help when I felt an explosion go off in my chest. But I shrugged it off and helped the boy up.

He stood tall ‘well I’m shorter than an average person’ and had brown curly hair that almost covered his beautiful brown eyes ‘like mine’. He wore black converse sneakers, black jeans and a denim jacket that had a bands logo. ‘Hmm he’s not dressed for graduation. Does he even go to my school?’

“It’s ok. I should have been looking where I was going but I TOO got a little distracted” He said, laughing a bit before extending his hand again “I’m Ethan.”

“Tara” I said, shaking his hand. “I don’t think we met before. Do you go to Woodsboro high?” Ethan shook his head

“Oh no, I go to a school in Modesto. I’m just here with my family to see a cousin of ours graduate.” I nod “Ah ok.” I giggled “Thats a long way from home Ethan.”

He made a shy smile ‘I could have sworn I saw a little blush from him’ “Yeah it is.” He checks his phone for messages “Dang, I got to go. Don’t want to keep my family waiting. It was nice meeting you Tara.”

“Y-you too Ethan.” As he nodded and walked off, I felt my cheeks heat up, staring in awe until he was out of sight out of mind. “Tara…Tara!” I heard my sister shout, causing me to turn around “What?” Sam frowned “Well. I have been looking all over for you. Since I found you, you need to hurry and join your class. They are about to start the speech and the line for diplomas” she said.

I waved my hands “Ok, ok sorry. I just needed to use the restroom, I’m heading that way now. See you out there Sam” I said, then dashed backstage to join the others.

(Mindy’s pov) Graduation is about to start but still no sign of Tara…where the hell is she? My question was answered when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around “Tara? Where have you been?”

“Just needed to use the restroom” she said, catching her breath. I looked at her for a minute then busted out laughing “You’ve been gone a pretty long while Tar. I think you need to lay off the seafood for a while, those poor shrimp and crawfish” I pinched my nose.

Then I felt a light smack on my arm “Shut it! Look, on my way over here, I bumped into someone and we both fell to the floor. I um…helped him up.” Those words alone got my attention “Ah I see. You bumped into a boy and helped him up. I assume he was a cute one too?”

“Yes! No…maybe so?” Tara tried hard to hide her blush but failed “I mean…I don’t know Minds, I guess he was.” I raised a brow “Mindy look It doesn’t matter, he only came here to watch his cousin graduate. He lives in Modesto so It’s not like I’ll see him again.” (Little does she know)

I shrugged “You should have got his number or social status. I’m sure that would have helped you out in the long run.” Tara slapped her forehead realizing that she should have done so. I wrap an arm around her “It’s ok Tar, maybe you’ll see him again….If you get lucky and go to the same college of course or you’ll realize that he isn’t the one for you.”

Tara shook her head “After what happened with Wes, I think my destiny is for me to be single for the rest of my life, so be it.” I shook my head “No that won’t happen. Don’t forget I’m single too so I guess we will have to wait till college. But tell me the name of the Modesto boy who caught your heart.”

She looked up at me “Ethan, his name is Ethan.”

I smirked “So I take it his full name is “Ethan doesn’t have a last name and is in love with my bff? Got it.” Tara laughed a bit “That’s a really long name. I don’t think you could fit that on a student ID or a drivers license”

(Tara’s pov) I waited in line with my former classmates to receive my diploma. We listened to the speeches the faculty gave to the students and the slideshow of pictures we all took throughout the years. I felt a shiver in my bones knowing that the next step will be going to college and having frat parties! That’s what I’m most excited about.

Then it was time for us to step out on stage and receive our diploma. It took a while for them to call my name because I was in the T section but I did cheer when Mindy and Chad got theirs. When my name got called, I walked high and mighty, listening to the cheers from my family and Richie’s. I could have sworn I saw Ethan sitting next to Richie, waving to me? Well anyways, I couldn’t be more proud when I had my high school diploma in my hands, and a handshake from the principal.

Once all the former students got called, we threw our graduation caps in the air when it was time, as the crowd cheered. Then we all went to meet our families to receive more congrats from them, My dad and Sam were both giving me hugs while I got a little noogie from Richie. I giggled as he went to go give his cousin one too.

Looking around, I saw Ethan again. Only he’s with a girl with long orange hair who’s wearing a black tight dress, giving him a hug. ‘Hm? His girlfriend I assume?’ “Tara didn’t you hear? The school is throwing us a graduation party! May not be as much fun as a frat party but everyone’s going.” Mindy said, shaking my shoulder.

I blinked twice and looked over at Mindy “Aw come on. Why the long face T? We aren’t chained in high school anymore, free to live our lives however we want, when we want!”

I set my gaze on Ethan and the girl as they talked, which Mindy took notice “That the “cute” boy you were talking about?” I nod slowly.

Mindy snickered “Ok one. That dude is the absolute dorkiest looking kid I’ve ever seen. Don’t know what you see-“ I threw my hands up in frustration “Mindy stop it! I don’t judge any of your crush’s appearance so why do you have to judge mine?” Mindy was taken back but continued

“Ok my bad but as for two, don’t even think too much on that. I mean there’s a chance that girl may just be a friend or another relative of his.”

I took another look at the pair but didn’t see a slight resemblance to one another. “No I’m almost certain that’s Ethan’s girlfriend.” Mindy tried to hug me but I stepped back

“It’s ok Minds, I’ll be alright. Just going to take your advice and Sam’s on being patient with romance and focus on my career instead. Love will come naturally, I can’t force it when I need or crave it.”

Mindy patted my shoulder “I’m proud of you T. Take those baby steps and learn to have a little fun in your life. You can start by going to this party with me like it’s our last.”

I rolled my eyes, grinning “Ok. Let’s go dance our pants off.” Mindy shook her head “I don’t think anyone says that anymore Tara”

“Whatever”

(Sceneskip)

The party was actually pretty good. The school had all kinds of food and refreshments laid out, along with some live entertainers performing on stage. I may not be talking about this too much, I’m gonna go have fun and sing up there with Mindy and Chad.

(Later)

Of course graduation ended with the dance party. Everyone was having fun dancing with one another so I decided to let my walls down and have a little fun, by joining the dance floor. Mindy and Sam were both surprised that I was really getting into the “groove.” But they didn’t realize I was wearing both my airpods, listening to my music while dancing. The schools music selection was pretty awful. Thank you Spotify!

Ok maybe they did know because they started to follow my moves, including Ethan. We waved at at each other again before getting lost in the crowd. ‘Shit! There goes my chance again! Oh wait I forgot he’s taken. Never mind.’

I felt my chest pounding. ‘I guess there’s a chance things may work out for me. I mean, I may be single but at least I’m working towards my future along with my family’s support. I sure hope I get into Blackmore but only time will tell what my future holds.’

One step at a time Tara….one step at a time

To be continued

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sailorsenshishitposter · 9 months ago

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Dante x Reader

In which you are the pizza delivery man. Enjoy.

It was 3 AM and you had no idea why you couldn't just go home already. You worked at a pizza joint that the higher ups insisted on having open 24/7. You were on the night shift but you were so bored. After all, who orders food at this time of night? You were fiddling on your phone while your boss came in, surprising you.

It turns out that some mad man actually had requested delivery so you would need to head out once the order was finished being prepared. Twenty minutes later and you grabbed your coat along with the pizza box. "They don't pay me enough for this..." You entered your car and looked down at the handwritten note. "Who the hell doesn't even give an address? I'm supposed to drive all over Red Grave to find some place called Devil May Cry?"

You groaned. This would be a long night. Fourty five minutes of driving and you realized that the place must be in the bad part of town. "No wonder the guy didn't give an address. Who wants to get mugged or stabbed? I better make this quick!" Luckily you kept a pocket knife on you just in case a situation should arise. Another twenty minutes and you finally saw the giant, neon sign.

You glanced at the street to make sure you weren't going to be attacked by some crack head and end up on a world star video. "All clear." You were somewhat relived. "Now to get this over with so I can go home!" You made your way to the door and knocked. No response. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

You went to bang again this time but the door opened and your fist collided with a huge chest. It was so squishy that the recoil knocked your arm backwards, causing you to punch yourself in the face. "You okay man?" You waited for stars to leave your vision so you could get a good look at whatever the hell you just hit. It seemed to be a man in his fourties maybe? You weren't exactly sure how old but his hair was already gray.

He then woke you out of your thoughts. "Oh man. Is that a black eye? I've got some ice if you want it." You shook your head and told him you were fine. You would just be happy as soon as this nightmare was over. "My names Dante by the way." Dante? The same Dante who frequently called up your work over fifty times per week? The employees shuddered whenever they had to slave over another one of his exhausting orders.

"No olives right?" You remembered the last time a coworker accidentally added that ingredient. It's been three months since they were last seen. You opened up the box hesitantly and prayed to every God you could think of. You eventually opened your eyes. Thank God it was just pepperoni. "No olives sir."

You calculated his total and then told him the amount due. "Look, here's the thing. I don't really have money right now. Can I pay you some other way?" Now you were pissed. Who the hell orders food without any money! You then felt your hand be pressed to Dante's Tarzan style. That's when you finally took notice of what he had been wearing. A red thong with a matching velvet, bath robe.

He then started palming your crotch with his other hand. "Now that I think about it, I'd like to add some sausage to my order if you know what I mean..." You were too stunned to move or speak. "I thought this shit only happened in movies!" Just before he could continue, you heard a loud scream from upstairs. "DANTE I SWEAR ON MOTHER'S GRAVE THAT I WILL STAB YOU AGAIN IF YOU DON'T STOP HARASSING THE DELIVERY BOYS! NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME ENJOY WILLIAM BLAKE IN PIECE!"

More shouting soon followed. "HE'S DOING IT AGAIN! HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN!" Soon Dante was being dragged away by a younger man who coincidentally also had the same hair colour. He pulled out a robotic arm somehow (you weren't sure why you were still surprised at this point) and switched it with a can of raid.

"FUCK YOU!" Soon Dante was knocked out and laying unconscious on the floor. The younger man then took notice of you. "Shit, sorry about that. How much did he owe you?" He soon pulled out a wad of cash that was at least three times the size of the bill. The man looked at you with a face that said "please don't call the cops!" He shut the door and you went back to your car, trying to process the events you just witnessed. You were never going to be able to enjoy pizza again.

#shitpost #crack fic #devil may cry #dante x reader #himbo dante #dante sparda #devil may cry x reader #In which you delivery pizza to Devil May Cry #Vergil and Nero join in at the end #he asked for no olives

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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Am I the asshole for making my room mate cry and move out?

I (30f) had a room mate (28 NB) and things were fairly rocky from the start. They were constantly coming up with new rules and boundaries and it seemed like any compatibility as friends we thought we had were quickly diminishing as we lived together. For the most part i did my best to abide by their rules and give them the same courtesy they gave me and this largely ended up with us rarely, but still occasionally spending time together as friends. I would usually busy myself with video games and shows they didn't care for and they would do the same but every once in a while we would go out to eat or watch a movie or show together.

After about a year of this they had some friends come over for a game night and they wanted me to participate. I love board games so this was no problem for me. However they went out before hand on a really hot day and did some walking tour that along with their normal sleep issues made them obviously tired and a little foggy brained. Still they insisted we do some of the more complicated board games we had. Because they were having trouble figuring out the rules they were constantly having their friends make all their decisions and we were constantly having to stop to reexplain rules everyone else figured out a few rounds in.

I found this incredibly annoying but kept it to myself. So near the end of our second game I found myself, once again, explaining some rules to them. It's my turn and I'm hesitating on what I should do, and they suddenly decide to tell me to do something against the rules I had just explained to them. So I snapped at them, I was not loud, I was not angry but there was clearly some annoyance in my voice when i said, "I literally just told you why I can't do that."

And they lose it like a cranky toddler! They scream at me telling me "I'm not an idiot!" start bawling and stomp up to their room where we can all hear them crying and repeating, "I'm not an idiot!" So that kills game night as their friends comfort them and I just crank up the tv to drown them out.

Later they want to have one of the many talks we've had when there was a fight between us and at this point I just tell them, "I'm not sorry for being annoyed so don't expect an apology. Things are clearly not working out between us and if that bothers you you're welcome to move out" (the place was in my name) So they move out and I'm so happy to have a drama free existence without them. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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serendertothesquad · 1 month ago

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Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Odd Jubilee" Episode Followup, Part 1

IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS. WHERE I WANNA GO SHOPPIN'. LIVIN' ALL THE TI-

Okay, enough of that. Continuing on with "Odd Jubilee" this time around. I'm coming for the song and I'm staying for the song and for, uh...hopefully some other goodness. Boost my confidence about this spinoff/season, hmm?

Let's go!

Owen would be proud that he and his department have something else to do besides "secure the perimeter".

You remember when Oscar was a Walmart greeter but it was Precinct 13579 because Walmart wasn't made canon yet? This is just as offputting.

See, the main problem with me being a visual learner over an auditory one is that I can hear Captain O saying something like "sill the sea serpent" and not know if it's the equivalent to the guy's "gadzooks" from last episode or if it's some weird-ass line some drunk writer threw in for the wordplay.

The man who invented closed-captions needs a Nobel Prize.

And your writer for this episode! I...don't recognize any of the shows Paul has written for, so I'm not sure if he's any good when it comes to this show or not. Seems like he has a good repertoire of kids stuff, though, so here's hoping!

AHAHAHAHA THESE ARE THE PARTY AGENTS?! THESE?! ARE THEY TOWN CRI- oh God that's what they are aren't they.

...

Shit, I got that wrong, didn't I.

Far be it from me to pin down what the most hilarious laugh is in Odd Squad, but this gal's giggle is getting real damn close to the top.

Now this kid, on the other hand, looks far too old to even be employed with Odd Squad.

If I have to look at him and ask out loud "Is that an adult or is that a child?" then he should be looking at retirement options.

Here's a question: you think Precinct 13579 ever celebrated their 13,579th day in service?

Discuss. We'll meet back next Tuesday.

"I'm so excited about the party."

"I can see that, Orwell."

"No really, I'm so excited, can you tell by my face?"

"You're not Kanye West, Orwell."

THAT'S AGENT O'POMP?!?!?!? THAT'S HIM?!?!?!

Okay, I'm guessing the agent on the right is O'Circumstance, BUT EVEN SO I'M SORRY. I AM SO SORRY.

And by that I mean the Vocaloid brainrot has seeped in and I can't not think of the song, which will most definitely not be played here because it's way too risque.

See, Captain O's head roll is ironic because normally, the only time she would have to bow is if the Big O came to her office.

And even then, it's not really a bow. More of a...half-bow.

Your first mistake was making a man like Ozzie, with a fucked-up Management-related backstory, hold a key to a momentous event that only happens once in a lifetime.

Your second mistake is the whiplash-level pacing Paul is bringing to this episode. Bastard needs to slow his roll before I make him slow his roll.

"Drop anchor here for a moment..."

Thank you. I hate it.

...Okay, I don't hate it entirely.

The sad part is that the man is right.

Even sadder is that he's not a Doctor.

Even sadder than that, this precinct has no fucking Doctors or Nurses.

"It's when you wake up thinking it's Saturday but it isn't."

Okay, so we got THE MONDAYS which is the equivalent of the depression blahs, and now we got The Saturdays which is when you wake up and ask yourself if it's Saturday without doing proper citation.

I will say, I appreciate the differentiation.

HIS W H A T .

SAY THAT AGAIN. SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE-DARE YOU.

HE HAS AN ODDTUBE CHANNEL?!?!?!?!?!

Here's a reminder from a bitch: OddTube was originally Olympia's pet project that she started as an Odd Squad video blog and had to bribe Oprah to get permission to do. Orla made her own version of OddTube, and now we have Ozzie with his own channel.

Either OddTube is a whole entity owned by a single person that is a video blog (with Orla engaging in copyright infringement), or it's the Odd Squad version of YouTube with Olympia as its CEO. Pick a motherfucking lane because it's been 10 fucking years and I am tired of them ping-ponging on this.

Three episodes and this is the thing that decides to piss me right the fuck off. The only positive I can see in it is that this might be a sign we might get a Season 3 with Ozzie as the host, unless they decide to shift gears like OSMU did with Omar to Orla and Orli gets to be the host.

I mean...I'd be down for it...but just give me clarification on what OddTube is. I've gone into stores that don't advertise what they're about and figured that shit out better.

This is really just me every Saturday knowing there is a new Precure episode I get to watch later.

"I think you're on something."

"No, no. See, he tried to offer me every drug on the market when I first came here. I turned them all down, of course, but he...he's, uh..."

"On a drug high?"

"Yes, exactly."

"I'll call hospital."

"And I'll try and confiscate his drugs."

Yeah, but...he can only go shopping for ornaments once a year, unless Britain sells 'em year round.

Point being, never let him have a hoverboard. Outlaw it.

Hey. Hey. Remember when Toronto was shown to have its own version of Dunkin' Donuts?

You think Britain has its own version of the Tropical Smoothie Cafe?

Discuss. We meet back next Tuesday.

(On a side note: drink one shot for an "O is for Opposite" rip!)

Now see this girl...this girl...this is the kind of acting this franchise needs. Expressive and cartoony.

"It's pretty fresh."

Where's the beef? It's with Osgood.

Terrible bloodbath, that is. But he's a god with a cleaver and a good set of knives.

Oren would fear this man, in this place, in this city, in this country.

ORLI NO!! ORLI DON'T TEACH THE KIDS TO DINE AND DASH!! OR- ORLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!

Clearly, either he or O'Circumstance are Dr. Two-Brains in disguise making his way into another PBS Kids IP.

"Your trolley is an accident waiting to happen."

Nice to see we have an alternative to the little Barbie cars.

And that's really all I can say without taking a crack at either Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood or Donkey Hodie. (But you know PBS weeped at this line all the same.)

Implying this man knows any-fuckin'-thing about how trolleys work, let alone how modes of transportation in general work, is a laughable prospect.

Case in point right here.

There are three Odd Squad agents you should never trust with a drill and a wrench.

Any of the OSMU crew, Oprah, and Orwell.

In no particular order.

"But Seren, it's kid-si-" I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF WE'RE PLAYING WITH TONKA TOYS. NEVER LET THEM HAVE POWER TOOLS. NOT THESE CHILDREN. NOT IN MY CHRISTIAN BACKYARD.

Okay, this bit has me reeling. I was honestly expecting Orli to agree with Onom, not give a halfhearted laugh and say "I absolutely do not."

Golden.

(On to Part 2!)

#seren's studies #odd squad uk #odd squad #odd squad pbs kids

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if u could match me with someone from demon slayer, hazbin hotel, and spy x family?

I'm a female and a scorpio! I'm straight and use she/her pronouns. I'm 5'3 with long blonde and blue hair and blue eyes. My love language is quality time. Im am fine with any gender. My mbti is INFP. I am quite shy when u first get to know me, but once I'm out of my shell I am loud and always making jokes. I'm considered the funny friend, slight people pleaser, and will do anything to protect my friends and family. I am also very blunt and can't help speaking my mind, even when I shouldn't. I would consider myself witty, but am lazy when it comes to academics. My main hobby is playing video games. One of the most important things to me is spending time with my dog. I love going to events especially concerts and getting dressed up for the theme. My fav genres of music are pop, indie, and alternative. I am also a massive swiftie!

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

I think you and Zenitsu would get along so well in part because you both have a good sense of humour. He thinks you're funny and hopes you feel the same about him.

Unfortunately, you are the more successfully protective one in your relationship. It's not that he isn't protective, it's just that he struggles to follow through on defending you.

I can see your blunt nature leading to some disagreements and you might hurt his feelings sometimes but at the end of the day, he prefers to know when he's doing something that annoys you.

There's no way modern au Zenitsu wouldn't be a Taylor Swift fan. He's doing his best to get tickets and merch and is busy making friendship bracelets to share with and all of his friends.

I think he'd also be pretty into video games in a modern au, especially multi-player games where you work together to achieve a goal.

In Hazbin Hotel, I match you with...

Lucifer finds you intriguing at first. You’re shy but you can be loud and you’re a people pleaser but you can be blunt. He thinks you’re quite the enigma.

He really does appreciate that you speak your mind. I think he never really knew what was going on in Lilith’s head, so he likes being in the know about what you think of things.

Lucifer’s love language is definitely quality time as well (closely followed by gift giving) so he’d be more than happy to spend as much time with you as you want. It doesn’t matter if you’re doing something or nothing together, as long as he’s in your presence.

Themed dress up did you say? Oh, Lucifer’s in heaven (excuse the pun)! He loves throwing themed parties and will go all out once he knows you like that as well.

He’s also a big fan of your dog. He’s a fan of anything fluffy and cute and your dog definitely ticks this box in his eyes. He’d love nothing more than to snuggle up on the couch with you and your dog and relax in each other’s presence.

In Spy x Family, I match you with...

Franky can definitely sympathise with your people pleasing tendencies. He's been there before (and will be there again) so he'll help you out whenever you need the extra hands.

Loves how witty you are. He thinks it's great when people can sass back at others, especially people like Loid who usually only dish it out.

Since you like going to events and he's got connections, Franky is more than happy to pull strings and get you tickets for anything you want to go to.

I see Franky as someone who likes listening to music in his downtime. He'd love to get some song recommendations from you!

He doesn't get a lot of downtime but when he does, Franky likes to do nothing but relax. The fact that you can be a bit lazy at times is prefect for this and he loves getting to relax alongside you.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu agatsuma #hazbin hotel #lucifer #spy x family #franky franklin

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jimothy-hopkins · 2 years ago

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Meddling Kids VI

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

This is a Manhunt/Bully crossover. Please enjoy at your own risk.

Jimmy only turned to look away when Gary hit the floor.

To his right, Pete knelt over, throwing up on the hardwood floor.

Jimmy stepped ahead, ejecting the tape just as another bloodcurdling scream played. For a moment, he stood still, processing the footage he had just seen. Part of him wanted to believe that this was a bad dream, but the sickness and the impending sense of doom proved him wrong. He didn’t even know someone could scream that loud. God, he didn’t need to see what violent things those depraved men did to that poor girl.

Pete stood up, shaking as tears fell from his eyes. The head boy’s hands trembled as he glanced down, coughs escaping him.

Jimmy sniffled, kneeling to look over Gary, who had passed out. He felt the back of his head for a bump or cut, relieved to find no injury. He turned back, motioning for Pete to come and help him. The taller student shuffled over, lifting his cousin by the legs while Jimmy looped his grasp under Gary’s armpits. The pair gently rested him on Pete’s bed.

“Can you grab water?” Jimmy asked.

“Mhm,” Pete nodded, retrieving a small water bottle from his desk and bringing it over.

Jimmy unscrewed the top, pouring small amounts of water into his palm and splashing it on Gary’s face. Occasionally he would slap his cheeks, bringing them to an irritated red as Gary woke up.

“Please tell me you turned that shit off..” Gary said.

“We did,” Jimmy replied.

“We need to call the cops,” Pete spoke.

Jimmy turned, now angry.

“Call the cops? Pete, the reason this tape even exists is because the cops don’t do their jobs!” He shouted, making Pete cower back.

Silence hung for a moment before Gary sat up.

“We need to talk to Edward again,” He said.

“Not right now. Not- not after this, Gary..” Pete sniffled, rubbing the side of his arm.

Without another word, Jimmy exited the room, returning to his dorm.

Jimmy could barely sleep in the days that followed. When he did, his head tormented him with nightmares of Alice's violent torture. Every night he would wake at an odd hour soaked in a puddle of cold sweat. It sickened him knowing her fate. It made Jimmy sick, knowing that he likely could have changed the outcome if he had been more aware.

HE walked, swallowing the lump that had developed in his throat. His feet shuffled over the salt-covered walkway. Jimmy stopped once he reached the parking lot. Here he saw the bullies pulling their usual antics, building a dick-shaped snow sculpture, and tagging random areas. He spotted Angelina talking with Summer Callahan and made his way over.

“Hey,” He initiated.

“Oh, sup baldy,” Angelina smirked.

“Yeah, whatever. I need to talk to you, Lina.” He told her.

Her facial expression changed, and the blonde stood upright. “Alright,” she nodded.

The two walked, trailing to the small yard behind the bus.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy sighed.

“Jimmy, what are you even talking about? I don’t-”

“She’s dead, Lina,” Jimmy spat.

“You’re lying,” She spat.

“I’m sorry, Lina,” He breathed.

“You’re fucking lying to me, Hopkins!” Angelina yelled.

“I saw it on video!” He yelled back.

“Let me see it-” She breathed, stepping forward.

“No, I’m not letting you,”

“Why not!?”

“You don’t need to see her like that, Angelina!”

“She’s my girlfriend!”

“That’s why! Do you wanna see her crying for mercy? Do you!? Is that what you want!?” Jimmy hollered, getting in her face.

Angelina stood, becoming quiet as she thought. Jimmy stared, keeping defiant eye contact with the tall blonde.

Her knees buckled, and loud sobs left Angelina. Jimmy knelt beside her, hugging the bully as she cried. The ginger would rub circles into her back, guilty for how he had shouted at her.

“I’m sorry, Lina,” Jimmy said, “I’ll find whoever did this to Alice,”

“Please, I want to help,” She sniffled.

“No, you’ve been through enough. Let me take you back to the dorms, ok?” He offered as he helped the girl to her feet.

As the afternoon set in, the students left their classes. Pete confidently walked through the campus, hoping to have a moment to speak with Edward. The young man entered the prefect dorms, turning around to look down the hall. He heard what sounded like an argument coming from the lounge area. He sighed, walking down the hallway and peering through the door. He saw Max MacTavish and Edward standing in front of one another amid an argument. The other three prefects stood on the other side of the room, glancing between Pete, themselves, and their group members.

“Do you have any idea how Unbearable you are!?” Edward screamed.

“You’re one to talk!” The brunette snapped.

“OH Really? You’re such a lapdog!” The former prep sneered.

“At least I’m not Bullworth Academy’s bottom bitch!”

“How dare you!”

Edward lunged forward, delivering a hard punch to Max’s jawbone. Pete gasped, scrambling to pull him away.

“Goddammit, why don’t you three help me!?” Pete yelled.

Seth, Diana, and Karl all scrambled, assisting in prying Max and Edward away from one another. The two seniors kicked and thrashed as they continued to throw swears and insults at one another.

Pete gritted his teeth, losing his cool and raising his voice.

“Shut UP!”

The room went silent, tension rising as they all looked toward Pete.

“How did this even start?” He demanded, stepping back.

“He wanted to try and-”

“Ed and Seth were too busy-”

“We were NOT!”

“Yes you fucking were!”

“STOP!” Pete hollered once more.

Max and Edward ceased their childish bickering, breathing hard as they looked at one another with hatred.

“I’ll ask you again, individually. Max, care to explain yourself?” Pete glared.

“This entire week, Edward's been ditching us for stupid stuff. I’m sick of picking up his slack! He just free roams and flirts with the girls and Seth!” Max explained.

“Edward?” Pete turned.

“Max continuously disrespects me! This entire day he’s been slut-shaming me! You heard what he called me!” Edward defended.

“Look, you guys need to suck it up and get away from each other. But for now, I need to talk with Ed.” Pete ordered.

Seth quietly let go of Edward, watching as he and Pete both left the room.

Edward followed Pete to his dorm, stopping once the door was closed.

“We need to use you as bait again,” pete told him.

“What? No, I’m not doing this anymore,” Edward argued.

“It’s either you do that, or I’m gonna let everyone know you snort lines,” Pete threatened.

Edward sighed, dropping his shoulders and groaning.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

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28-11s · 2 years ago

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please don’t ever, EVER, delete any of your entries on padlet, especially the raw ones, and don’t ever apologise for opening up to me, even if you think it might overwhelm me. because it doesn’t, nothing about you trusting me is overwhelming, it’s beautiful and you know i absolutely love it. plus, me going through a hard patch doesn’t mean i don’t have it in me to be there for you too. i’m a big boy, i can handle this and more. ♡ i guess i finally understand why i kept on tossing and turning around at 1am last night, and i had a hunch it was related to you, but i simply assumed you were dreaming about me. i don’t know why i thought of london as a quiet city, despite knowing it is a metropolis, but i think i can understand why that worsened your meltdown. i am not a fan of crowded places, loud noises, or bright lights; even going to the mall on a slow day makes my head spin, and i have to hold onto whoever i’m with to ground myself a little. i haven’t told anyone this, but on new year’s eve i went on a trip (last-minute trip, literally decided 3 days prior, and as a person who panics when there are no concrete plans, i was already feeling iffy about it) and i got so overwhelmed i had two meltdowns in public, and then a final one at 2am, which literally knocked me out for 12 hours straight. it was really embarrassing for me, and not how i had intended to begin the year. i couldn’t really rely on anyone, and the only thing that assisted me a little to get through it were your playlists. i’m actually not too sure why i just shared that with you, i guess i wanted to give an actual example of Why i understand you. and also to link it to the rest of your message. i don’t use the blog as much as i would like to, mostly because i am allergic to opening up, which makes me pretty weak, in my opinion. it is something that i have been anting to change, because writing to you Does make me feel better, but i am so obsessed with the idea of appearing strong and independent in the eyes of the world, that i just set myself up for failure. writing about my feelings means acknowledging them, and acknowledging means having to face them, which is not something i am too fond of, as a pretty much delusional person. but what gives me strength is still You. your playlists, our conversations, padlet… they are all sources of strength for me. i am not good at seeking support, but i still find it in the small things that have to do with you. i downloaded the video you made me for our anniversary on all of my devices, so i always have it with me if needed. i too backread the sddd server to laugh, because we act in such a shockingly different manner there than we do in private. the realisation that i am Truly attached to you dawned on me some time ago, and it is almost terrifying. but i think this is part of being in love, you know. i think this is one of the characteristics that set romantic love apart from platonic love, or maybe i am just delusional. maybe we just don’t have to give these emotions a sense at all. your message made complete sense, baby, and i am glad you shared all of this with me. it feels good to know we actually feel the same things. i’m sorry your trip isn’t going 100% well, and i’m sorry you’re hurting enough to cry for hours. but i hope today was a better day, and i hope you had lots of fun and saw lots of things and ate good food! i love you so much, thank you for trusting me once again.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years ago

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She Gets the Last Word Part 2

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: We all know that the First Lady doesn't play when it comes to her husband and PG do not want to have to feel her wrath again 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: After dismissing Anitta from the set of First Class, their paths cross again months later at the VMA's hoping that the message from First Lady is still loud and clear.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Read Part 1 first

Requested by two of my lovely anons and I combined their requests since both centered around the VMA’s.

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

“Oohh my baby looks so good!” You say as you were reaching up to kiss him but ended up kissing Urban’s hand instead which resulted in you smacking the back of his head.

“Cut the shit. We should have been gone ten minutes ago.”

“If you don’t get your ass on and let me kiss my husband.” You made a motion to reach up towards him again and instead Urban got in the middle and you ended up kissing his cheek.

“Urban Henry, I’m about to beat you up.”

“You can kiss all yall want later, for now move it!” You then reached up and wiped the remnants of your lipstick off Urban’s cheek.

“Urb, who left you in charge?” Jack asked while laughing and he was finally able to steal a kiss from you.

“Obviously I need to be in charge because if it was left up to me we would have been in the car downstairs already.”

You immediately rolled your eyes as Jack took your hand in his and the three of you started making your way to the elevator.

Once you reached the bottom floor, everyone was staring at the three of you as Urban held up his hands in defense.

“Not my fault, I tried. You know Y/N takes forever to get ready.”

“The hell were yall doin? Fuckin?” Druski asked as he looked between the both of you.

“And if we were? I can fuck my husband as much as I please.” You answered while all Jack did was smirk.

“Yes, babe you can but not when we’re running on a tight schedule.” Brandi added as she reached over to fix your earring.

“They can wait.” You replied while shrugging.

All of PG, Druski, Julissa, Brandi, and Neelam piled in two SUVs and were now on the way to walk the red carpet at the 2022 VMAs.

In the first car it was PG and Druski and you felt as though it was a good time to remind them of one simple request before Jack’s big night started.

“PG, I have one simply request for tonight.”

Everyone exchanged glances wondering what your request could possibly be or possibly be about.

“Anything mamas.”

“Make sure Anitta stays the fuck away from my man otherwise I’ll send her the rest of that video along with the other one. I’ll smack a hoe too. I ain’t forget the shit yall pulled.”

“CORRECTION. THE SHIT YOUR HUSBAND PULLED. WE WARNED HIM NOT TO DO IT!”

“Y/N!!”

“Yall said anything!”

“Shit, say less. I’m not trying to have my life flash before my eyes again.” Shloob exclaimed while looking over at you.

“I would pay to see you fight her though.” 2fo confessed and Jack looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t give her any ideas because her ass will do it.”

“Without hesitations.”

“I’m not going back and forth with any of you. I said what I said. Jack this night is really special for you and I want it to go smoothly. However, I will not hesitate to cut a bitch’s throat. Just make sure yall post my bail.”

“Damn, Y/N! When did you get so violent?” Druski asked while looking over at you.

“She always been violent.”

“Nemo, shut up!”

“Uhh, Jack am I lying?”

You looked over at your husband and saw that he was trying not to laugh.

“BABY!”

“I’m sorry mamas but you have. Yall remember when it took almost all of us to break up that fight between her and what was the girls name?”

“Britney Evans! I ain’t never gonna forget that shit. Y/N pulled out half of her tracks.”

“Hmph, that hoe was asking for it. She kept spreading rumors about me.”

“What was the rumor?”

“That I sucked Jack’s dick behind the bleachers at lunch.”

“Well, was it true?”

You got a startled look on your face before looking over at Jack and the two of you busted out laughing.

“So, what if it was? She still didn’t have any business having my name in her mouth.”

“YALL HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FREAKY AS ALL HELL.”

“BROAD DAYLIGHT AT HIGH NOON?!”

“I was horny.” Jack replied while shrugging not seeing anything wrong.

“Should have been somewhere learning something but noooo you just had to get your dick wet.”

“He was learning that he doesn’t like to be deep throated.”

“Y/N, SPARE US THE DETAILS PLEASE.”

“And then I made her send me the video she took of us before I made her delete it.”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT.” Jack exclaimed and looking over at you surprised.

“Oh, must have slipped my mind.”

“How does something like that just slip your mind?!”

“Baby, let’s focus on the task at hand.”

“Nah, I’m definitely about to get you for that later.”

“Can’t wait.”

“Can yall chill for five minutes?!”

The both of you looked at each other before answering 2fo.

“No.”

“I am literally amazed everyday that you aren’t pregnant.”

“I just make sure Jack’s cum goes any and everywhere else. Usually it’s my boobs or my stomach. He got it in my hair one time and I was ready to fight him.”

“Y/N, is nothing off limits?! You just don’t care what comes out your mouth!”

“Uhh yall are my best friends. I shouldn’t have to put on a filter around yall.”

“Umm, wait you said you would send her the rest of the video and the other one. What’s the other one?”

“Jack face fucking me.”

“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.”

“Well yall asked!” You replied while moving closer to Jack and him wrapping an arm around you.

“Definitely one of my favorites. You took me so well.”

“Or.. should I send her the cream pie one? What do you think babe?”

“Y/N PLEASE MY VIRGIN EARS CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE.”

“Urban you haven’t been a virgin since you were 14. Get the hell on with that shit. Her name was Crystal and you liked her because she had the biggest set of boobs in our grade.”

“You ain’t have to air all my business out like that.”

“Uhh, we literally all know. Druski is the only one who didn’t.” You replied while rolling your eyes.

“You can send me both. For research purposes of course.”

“Fuck off Druski.”

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You spent the night looking up at your husband in absolute awe.

You were so proud of him and the fact that he was actually getting the recognition was beyond amazing.

Any time he got nervous, he simply looked over at you and you would give him a small smile.

You knew as well as everyone else that your husband was the shit.

As always, PG were sitting all in a row, but they were now joined by Druski, Lil Nas X, and Dua Lipa herself.

You were conversing with Dua when you heard that Anitta would be performing next.

All of them instantly tensed up and looked towards you to see if you had a reaction.

You simply went back to your conversation with Dua not paying it any mind.

The two of you were discussing a possible collab in the future as well as you wanting her to possibly model for your new clothing line that you would be starting soon.

PG kept their promise and made sure that she didn’t come within ten feet of your man even though you know she wanted to.

You peeped her looking over at PG on the red carpet, she made a motion as if she was getting ready to come closer to them until Jack turned to the right showing that you were hugging that side of his body. Since Jack’s tall frame was shielding you, she didn’t know that you were there too.

Once she did, she walked in the other direction.

The lights dimmed and her performance started and it looked as if everyone in the row was uncomfortable.

Not you though. You could out perform that bitch any day of the week.

Druski was in his own little world and trying to sing along even though he had no idea what she was saying.

Jack was massaging small circles on the back of your hand and looking down.

Urban was trying to look anywhere but at Anitta.

Nemo played on his phone.

2fo kept his eyes down and to the right

Ace Pro was trying to avoid eye contact with you.

Quiiso was trying to find something to distract himself.

Shloob was looking at Cope who also made sure not to look at Anitta.

Even though Cope hadn’t be there on set for the exchange between you and Anitta, he wasn’t taking any chances of your having anger aimed towards him.

Once her performance was over, no one in your row clapped besides Druski.

He then looked over at all of you clearly confused.

Until he made eye contact with you and stopped clapping which instantly made you smirked.

Since you all were literally sitting in the front, Anitta quickly caught onto this and the two of you made eye contact.

You simply sent a small smile her way and she got a solemn expression on her face indicating her frustration but quickly recovered since she knew that the cameras were on her.

“Is it safe to look up now?” Cope whispered at Shloob who then looked over at you.

All you did was nod and let out a small laugh.

Anitta knew better than to try you again.... or so you thought.

All of PG were now backstage waiting to be seated in the makeshift plane to get ready for Jack’s performance with Fergie when she made her presence known.

She had just accepted an award and thank goodness none of you were out there to hear her speech.

If you had tomatoes, you would have threw them at her.

“Jack.” She called out and everyone went wide eyed except you.

“Oh shit.”

“Nuh uh, she better keep it moving.”

“God, I am not tryna die today by the hands of the first lady.”

She tried to move closer to Jack who still had yet to respond to her, but you stepped directly in front of him before she could get any closer.

All Jack did was rub the back of his neck indicating his nervousness.

“Did you need something?” You calmly looked up and asked her since she literally towered above you.

“I just wanted to say congratulations Y/N that’s all.” She responded while holding up her hands in defense.

“Okay you did so move on.”

“Hmm, I still see Jack has yet to put his dog on a leash.”

All you then saw was red.

“BITCH!” You immediately took off your shoes and lunged for her and she immediately jumped back and flinched.

“OH FUCK!”

“WORLD STARRRRR!” You heard Druski yell as he took out his phone.

“BABY! DON’T!” Thank God Jack and Urban caught you before you could get to her as everyone was now standing around nervous and not knowing what to do.

“I got your dog you dumb ass bitch. You talk a whole lotta shit for someone who can’t back it up. However, I can and have no hesitations to whoop your ass when the awards are over.”

Anitta then suddenly started to look nervous and simply shook her head.

“Whatever.”

“Naw it ain’t whatever. I will mop the floor with you.”

“Shit, she not lyin. I’ve seen her in action. Don’t let her being little fool you.”

“Take your ass on. I’ve now warned you twice to stay away from him. The third time I won’t be so nice.”

“I was just literally trying to get to my seat on the plane and Y/N is over here choosing violence.” You heard Lil Nas X say before he busted out laughing.

“Well you can thank this bitch for that.” You said while eyeing her up and down.

Without another word, she walked into the other direction but not before letting out a deep breath indicating her frustration.

Jack then reached down to help you put your shoes back on and help you to your seat.

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“No, don’t apologize. Shit was kinda funny actually. I love how you’re always ready to fight for your man.”

“And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” You responded as he reached down to kiss you.

“NO! STOP! We don’t want to be a witness to yall eating each other’s faces off and fucking.”

“Send me the video you were talking about earlier!”

“What video?” Dua then asked clearly confused.

“NO DRUSKI. IT’S FOR ME AND MY WIFE’S EYES ONLY.”

“Sharing is caring.”

“What video?!” Dua asked again.

“Jack was face fucking her! Oh and the cream pie one too!”

“Damn, I’d pay to see that. I know that pretty mouth took him so well” Dua responded while winking over at you.

“I don’t share my wife!”

“But you do with Urban!”

“Imma beat the shit outta yall if yall don’t shut up!”

“Are we shooting a porn scene and no one told me?” Chloe asked before busting out laughing.

“I’m down if I can be the third to Jack and Y/N.” Dua confessed before taking her seat.

“Me first!” Druski yelled and the two of you rolled your eyes.

You were now back sitting in the audience with PG while Jack was still backstage changing from his performance.

Dua was set to present the last award of the night and you just so happen to be nominated.

Right along with Anitta.

For video of the year.

I mean you didn’t really feel a type of way about it since all you were focused on Jack and he had had an amazing night and deserved every award that he had gotten.

All you could think about was those late nights and him feeling discouraged, but you would reassure him time and time again that his hard work would some day pay off.

And you were right.

“And now I present to you the last award of the night for video of the year. Let’s take a look at the nominees.”

“Doja Cat, Woman.”

“Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow, Industry Baby.”

“Harry Styles, As it Was.”

“Anitta, Envolver.”

“Y/N Harlow, Big Energy.”

“Ed Sheeran, Shivers.”

Since your emotional support person was backstage, Urban opted to hold your hand which you did at all award shows when you would be nominated.

The butterflies in your stomach that would erupt would be on 1,000.

The way you looked at it, you would be satisfied if anyone won the award.

Except her.

“And the award goes to....”

Dua looked down at the paper and laughed before revealing who it was.

“The beautiful lady that I keep shooting my shot at, none other than... Y/N HARLOWWW! BIG ENERGY!!”

Your eyes immediately began to water as you stood up and made your way to the stage.

Winning awards was something that you never took lightly and you were grateful that people recognized your talent enough in order for you to be nominated.

Urban had helped you up the steps and you hugged Dua before taking the award from her.

“So proud of you!”

“Thank you. I’m just..wow.”

You made your way to begin your acceptance speech and was met with nothing but screams and applause.

“Yall... yall are too good to me. I definitely did not expect this and if any of you know me yall know I was rooting for my husband to win.”

“WE KNOW!”

You immediately laughed before shaking your head.

“I definitely did not think Big Energy would be as big as it was and I only have my fans to thank for that. Oh, and make sure yall thank Jack because he’s the first one that heard it and I honestly wasn’t even going to release it.”

Just then you were startled by someone picking you up and bringing you into a bone crushing hug.

No one other than your husband.

“My wife is the shit and don’t yall forget it! What I tell you mamas?! What I tell you?!”

You immediately heard a series of aww’s from the exchange between the two of you. Jack then reached down to lightly kiss you before allowing you to finish your speech.

“Whew yall my man so fine and we just love a supportive spouse,”

“YES WE DO!”

“But, I love yall. PG this is literally only the beginning and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us.”

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y/ninsta: I AM SO PROUD OF MY BABY!!! My husband is the shit and don't you forget it 🥺

jackharlow: I love you mamas. thank you for always being there for me. couldn’t have done this without you constantly pushing me for greatness.

y/ninsta: I love you more and I wouldn't have it any other way. 😘

jackharlow: y/ninsta don't start with an I love you war

y/ninsta: jackharlow you won last time. it's my turn. 🤣😂

dualipa: jackharlow well deserved!!! Now lemme get a copy of that video...

jackharlow: dualipa just when we were starting to be on good terms you just had to act outta pocket

saweetie: what video!?

sza: SPILL IT

druski2funny: I agree with dualipa. I need mine for research purposes.

theestallion: WHAT VIDEO

druski2funny: all imma say is who knew y/n liked to be face fucked 🤭

y/ninsta: druski2funny that's why I don't tell you anything

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jackharlow: We got nothin but winners in this family. my wife and I respectfully letting yall know. So proud of you gorgeous. 😍😍

y/ninsta: I just knew you and lilnasx were about to win lol

lilnasx: wouldn’t have anyone else but you taking it if it didn’t go to us!

y/ninsta: lilnasx aww thank you honey 💕

saweetie: GO BEST FRIEND! that green on you is amazing!

y/ninsta: saweetie thank you bestie! jackharlow actually picked out my outfit!

saweetie: jackharlow oh so you do have some fashion sense

jackharlow: saweetie what’s that supposed to mean?!

y/ninsta: saweetie he not no fashionista but he fly tho! 😌

normani: look as long as it wasn’t ol girl lol

urbanwyatt: y/n was this close to kicking her ass backstage

saweetie: urbanwyatt SPILL IT NOW. I knew my ass should have went.

urbanwyatt: saweetie me and jack literally had to hold her back. umm the girl who shall not be named spoke to jack and y/n immediately stepped in front of him making sure she didn’t come any closer. all of us just knew we were about to be posting bail money

lilnasx: BITCHHH when Y/N threw off her shoes I was like AWW SHIT

2forwoyne: and then you had druski2funny’s dumbass screaming world star and instigating the shit and he pulled out his phone to record it

jackharlow: shloob was praying not to die 😂🤣

shloob_: shit that’s what ol girl needed to be doing. when y/n lunged my eyes went so wide

druski2funny: 2forwoyne well somebody had to do it!

nemo: I got flashbacks to when she got into a fight with that Britney girl our sophomore year and got suspended for five days

y/ninsta: nemo IT WAS ONLY THREE

2forwoyne: y/ninsta your ass still got suspended tho

dualipa: thank God for jackharlow and urbanwyatt’s quick reflexes lol

neelamthadhani: when are people going to realize that y/n doesn’t play about jack and jack doesn’t play about y/n

y/ninsta: neelamthadhani it seems like imma have to beat somebody’s ass before the message gets across. oh anitta!!! jackharlow sent you another video!!

anitta: y/ninsta I just wanted to say congrats that’s it

y/ninsta: anitta you can do that on social media

anitta: y/ninsta he’s a grown ass man that can have friends

saweetie: anitta take your ass on somewhere because y/n is about to tear into your ass. don’t say nobody warned you.

y/ninsta: anitta not friends that are women who like to sit on his lap and want to fuck him. been doing that since we were 15 and trust and believe he wants for nothing. get your own man because jackharlow is taken and has been for ten years. if you want to be a hoe, go somewhere else and do it. not in the Harlow household because you will get your ass beat

jackharlow: what my wife says goes and vice versa 😌

dualipa: jackharlow I can still get a taste tho right or the video? whichever you feel generous enough to give

jackharlow: dualipa see yourself out NOW

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infinitelytheheartexpands · 7 months ago

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and here goes part two!!!

-no idea what’s going on with the video but i’m fairly confident this is the jérusalem overture

-time takes its toll indeed (this part is set about forty years later)

-oh this guy (icilio) is making a huge sculpture

-this is a really beautiful speech about memory

-i think the same girl who played cristina is playing virginia so. nice.

-three men could possibly be the father…what in the mamma mia lmao

-“MI PIAAAAAAAACE!!!” i love donatella already

-“they’re just three little old men” lmaoooooooo

-so cristina’s daughter made a documentary from her mom’s videos and it and the sculpture are both going to premiere in a new exhibit

-so donatella (the gallery owner) is also an amateur opera singer in-universe?

-wait did donatella kill her husband (“he died so prematurely. and rich.”) i don’t think she did but the way they’re talking about it is a bit 👀

-ooh il corsaro time!!!

-yeah definite text/translation liberties taken lmao

-okay i want virginia’s outfit

-this soprano continues to slay

-“i hope i die so my real dad will come and weep at my grave” (paraphrasing but yeah) weird idea but okay i guess

-yeah she slayed that aria i hope this isn’t like last time when she got critically and criminally underused

-SCOTTISH OPERA BANQUET SCENE FUCK YEAH

-why does this vernissage only have six people at it and half of them are either the artists or the gallery owner

-donatella looks stunning in that dress

-SI COLMI IL CAAALICE DI VINO ELEEEEETTO

-sorry this drinking song just fuckin slaps

-virginia and icilio are so cute

-it sounds vaguely wrong without chorus though

-like? there should be more people here? once again, why six (6) people at an art gallery opening

-virginia being the only person to clap for icilio is so fucking funny

-and we’re back in corsaro world!

-“i am a PRISONER of CAPITALISM” aren’t we all

-i think that was a small musical shot of the giovanna d’arco coronation scene? (i called it wrong last time lol)

-hey guys why are you pulling the sheets off the sculpture that’s not your job

-the battaglia di legnano anthem is back!

-donatella and virginia are just jamming out i love them

-THERE’S the chorus! (still offstage but we can hear them loud and clear!)

-MASNADIERI FRANCESCO MAD SCENE YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

-icilio’s just like “yeah man vent it out”

-also does anyone else find it funny that this is being sung by a character named carlo when carlo is a DIFFERENT character from i masnadieri, and in fact one of the characters francesco has been plotting against

-“secret manuscript” in this context here, perhaps an echo of laura’s manifesto that broke carlo’s heart?

-verdi’s writing in this scene is just amazing

-everyone else is just watching awkwardly like “sucks to be you man”

-giuseppe is taking on moser’s role and going “uh what the fuck man fuck you”

-yeah that’s definitely not the original text

-giuseppe and lorenzo are just like “nah man”

-side note: why is lorenzo not being played by an opera singer. even though this does have quite a bit of spoken dialogue is lorenzo just. not gonna sing in this one

-like. could you not find ANY older Black opera singer to play an older lorenzo. i promise you there are PLENTY. and also aging makeup exists.

-benches got yeeted

-carlo: WANNA FIGHT, BITCH???

-alright so donatella is doing her bit in english now (given that the singer playing her is australian/british, fair enough)

-also i love the way she said “darling”

-un giorno di regno excerpt spotted! (also nice cello solo)

-why do the english subs and the actual english text not match. like. you can’t even do that?

-donatella is living for the hot goss

-everyone was just cheating on each other

-“personally? i think carlo is the father” (paraphrasing but yeah)

-her FACE when she said that lmaooooooooo

-also this orange coat is stunning i want it

-STIFFELIO CEMETERY SCENE FUCK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH

-like the selection so far for this part of the pastiche? love it. some of my very verdian faves. *chef’s kiss*

-ooh so i’m thinking this is gonna be another big moment for virginia, channeling her dead mom (who cheated on her significant other)? that’d have so many LAYERS

-wait no actually it’s donatella???????

-everyone stopped paying attention to her lol

-virginia, forcibly snapped back to attention: ma’am this is kind of creepy

-okay so i just think this is donatella singing for them bc she said she was going to do that. weird choice of aria then but okay

-also i LOVE that sparkly green coat she just put on

-wait, actually i think she’s singing something just enough related to the situation to make everyone uncomfortable. there’s a dead mom, unresolved business from the past, and cheating accusations involved. she’s fucking with them.

-and she SLAYED that aria, y’all!

-well if that was the goal i don’t think it really worked. in fact, i think it had the opposite effect

-due foscari time! (i think)

-okay i just looked up the synopsis and it says that donatella singing was supposed to break the tension but personally i think it would’ve been more interesting if they did it my way

-also in the synopsis it says it’s “a song about a girl searching for her mother”, which is…not what that aria is about

-very nice floated high note much approve

-giuseppe still holding a grudge

-also i think this is oberto but i could be wrong

-hey i know that organ solo! but why is it being played in the wrong key?

-okay that was the most anticlimactic possible way to resolve that plot point (carlo and virginia just kinda looked at each other for a bit and then hugged)

-uh oh giuseppe has a gun what will he do (the answer: contemplate killing carlo, contemplate killing himself, ultimately not doing either of those things)

-well that was abrupt

-icilio: why are all y’all venting to me about your problems i don’t like any of you

-attila aria time!!!!!!!

-giuseppe: i’m going insane. i wanna die. (sir pls go to therapy)

-people say that attila is the verdiest verdi to early verdi, and they are not wrong

-giorno di regno is back!

-donatella: i love putting people under a microscope

-donatella: i also love spreading conjecture

-SCOTTISH OPERA SLEEPWALKING SCENE FUCK YEAH

-okay she’s DEFINITELY singing this to fuck with them

-i love her facial expressions so much

-give this girl her flowers she earned them

-awwwwww the three friends made up!

-can’t quite pinpoint this interlude but it’s lovely

-more of the sculpture being unveiled!

-actually now i think it’s completely uncovered or at least very close

-oh hey we get more people onstage!

-and there’s a bust of verdi

-and we are BACK to the scottish opera banquet scene!!!

-donatella is so sassy i love her

-carlo thinks he sees laura’s ghost 👀

-donatella: carlo PLEASE don’t ruin my vernissage

-SI COLMI IL CAAALICE DI VINO ELEEEEETTO (again. still slaps as hard.)

-virginia is what brings him round 😭

-EVERYONE IS HERE NOW (and they’re taking over the barricade sculpture)

-once again: drinking my verdi concertante appreciation juice today

-what’s going on with the megaphone noises

-ooh i think this is the masnadieri prelude! (also cello soloist pops off once again)

-this video of all of them young with dead laura is so sad

-giuseppe: only boomer to ever take responsibility /j

-beatles reference lol

-the first fucking time lorenzo has said anything the ENTIRE show. like this is nowhere NEAR an equal balance of attention

-the juxtaposition of 60s and more contemporary protest footage…

-aww carlo :(

-organ solo is BACK! (and in the correct key this time)

-and they didn’t abruptly cut it off! we’re getting this scene!

-carlo’s angsting. donatella is trying to provide emotional support and solidarity. everyone just wants the madness and pain to end.

-yeah this scene destroys me every time and in this context it’s no different. it’s just so beautiful and so full of emotion!

-yeah that was gorg also props to the organist and the chorus

-right into the lombardi prelude they were rehearsing in the previous part! (i think this is laura’s spirit/ghost?)

-as a violinist with 10 years of experience, i always love getting to watch violinists do their thing

-love the dancers trying to experiment with ideas for this music

-it’s about PLAY

-yay lombardi trio!!!

-i am confused, however, about what exactly this trio has to do with the characters other than allowing laura’s spirit further stage time playing the violin

-but yay for this soprano actually getting to sing more bc she got underused AGAIN

-annnnnnnnnnnnnnd the moment we’ve all been waiting for, va pensiero babyyyyyyyy (you knew it was gonna be here, i knew it was gonna be here, it was GOING to be here)

-wait why are they destroying the sculpture

-the exhibit opened TONIGHT lmaoooooooo

-oh also all the others left again

-this chorus never fails to hit me right in the heart

-lorenzo snatched that verdi bust

-“no!!! put verdi back!!!”

-and the sculpture is now on fire

-the bust shattered oop

-the end? i guess?

weird ass ending and some choices i definitely would’ve made differently but not bad!

alright nerds

rivoluzione/nostalgia time!!!

(aka la monnaie de munt’s current verdi pastiche, available for free on operavision)

#the end!#opera #opera tag #nostalgia #pastiche #verdi #giuseppe verdi #la monnaie de munt

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contentconsumer · 2 years ago

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a second chance (ii)

a/n: part 2! sorry it’s not very long but i’m still tryna get the dynamic flowing but overwhelmed steve and comedic dialogue have my heart.

word count: 2.6k(ish)

requested?: no but requests are open and my prompt list can be found here

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings?: nosebleed? jason?

read part one here

The day had finally arrived. Jason, alongside his jock friends, entered during the middle of your shift meaning you didn’t waste any time in calling Steve at Family Video to come visit, to ‘keep an eye on them.’ you said.

As Steve walked across the retail park to the diner you worked at, his mind moved 1000mph. He had spent the past week trying out different apologies to Robin, each ending with an elaborate way to ask you out but they all got the same response from his best friend, “Ew no. You can’t say that she’ll probably hate you more creep.” Therefore, even as he speedwalked over, he still had nothing, no flirty pick up line, no useful complement, nothing. It was like his mind went blank when it came to you. He snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of the bell on the door rang and you were alerted of his presence. He found himself with his jaw slack, previously when he visited you were sporting your own clothes on top of your uniform but now seeing you in a slightly baggy black polo, a apron hung lazily off your hips and jeans that were just tight enough that his mind yet again pulled a blank. “Hey Harrington” You nod a small smirk shooting towards the flustered boy, before he had time to respond you nodded towards a seat that was close to the bar.

He pulled it out and sat down still watching you, “You gonna uh say anything?” You question, “Yeah,” He sighs, “All good?” Worry begins to lace his features as he glances around the shop floor, eyes settling on the Hawkins Tigers who were staring straight back at the pair of you. You nod, “Just stay here alright?” You move from where you were previously standing and begin to wander around, taking orders and chatting to regulars, Steve can’t help but admire you, as he twists the straw around his now empty milkshake. Steve is pulled out of his trance when a girl, Sandra, he remembers going to school with - she was in his history class, pulls out the chair next to him. “Hey Steve, long time no see! How are you?” Steve realises he hasn’t answered once Sandra furrows her eyebrows, “Oh! Yeah good, and yourself?”

5 minutes, he swears he took his eyes off of you for 5 minutes and now you’ve disappeared. He abruptly and probably rudely ended his conversion with Sandra, cursing at himself for getting caught up in his previous conversation. He pushes the doors to the back of the shop leaning all his weight against it, his eyes search wildly for you but his breath dies in his throat at the scene before him - Jason had you cornered, a clear sneer on his face as he attempted to say things he presumed would get under your skin. Steve begins to walk towards the pair of you but before he can open his mouth, you answer “Now I always thought you were stupid, but this?” You gestures between the pair of you, “Is just fucking ridicoulus, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re gonna get out of me but I am not 1. telling you where Eddie is or 2. telling you why Chrissy was with him?” Jason takes a step closer, you don’t back away, Steve feels overwhelmed but also steps closer, “Look,” Jason seeths, “I don’t know what is going on between you and Munson but for your own safety I really suggest you put it beside you. And tell me where he is.” A loud scoff escapes your lips, “You don’t know why she was there do you?” Jason’s expression tells you all you need to know, “Oh my god, I’m so glad I don’t get to miss this. You’re little girlfriend, who by the way was struggling with something way bigger than your tiny pea brain to begin to understand. Was.” You poke the basketballer so hard in the chest he winces and falls back a step, “There.” poke, “To.” poke, “Buy” poke, “Drugs.” You smile eerily, scaring Steve as well as Jason, the latter runs his hands through his hair, “No she would neve-” “Oh give it a rest! You don’t know the next thing about her! Hell, Eddie and I only knew her for a few weeks and we still understood her better than you! Now leave me the hell alone, I don’t have time for this,” You firmly place your hands on his shoulder before driving your knee in between his legs, he lets out a shriek of pain before falling to the floor. You smirk and turn, finally facing an awestruck Steve. “See?” You walk past, “I told you I had it.” Steve smiles, “Then why did you want me here?” He follows after you back into the diner. “Because why would I miss out on spending quality time with you.” You tease, dramatically holding the door open for him. “But,” He blushes deeply, “You hate me.” “I never- actually I did say that yeah, did I make it that obvious?” “Honestly,” Steve swings his legs over the stool again, “I had no clue,” He laughs slightly, “Not until Robin reminded me.” “Ah shucks,” You shrug, “I’m that forgettable huh?” “No! No! I didn’t mean it like that!” “Well that’s how it sounded, Harrington.” Something about the way you said his last name made butterflies spread through his stomach.

You two spent the next hour making idle chit chat between you serving customers, a lot of them knew you from visiting everyday but now they speak to you with a bit more of an edge, understanding you were friends with the suspected town killer. They were used to seeing him half sat half laid across a booth chatting away to you, you frown slightly at the memories but understand the situation from an outsider perspective. Instead you decided to throw yourself into a small conversation with Steve, trying not to laugh at his jokes as you had to keep reminding yourself - you hated him. You didn’t realise how much time had passed until the store phone began to ring, you picked it up - customer service greeting at the ready only to be met with Robin’s rambles, “Hey Y/N is that you? Are you okay? Did Jason get you? Did he get Steve? Oh my god I can’t work here without Steve I’ll die of boredom, please tell me Steve is okay? He said he would be back in an hour but now it’s been 2 and he still hasn’t shown up and I-” You smile at the girl's protectiveness, “Robin,” but she doesn’t stop mumbling, “ROBIN!” This makes Steve turn in his place, “He’s fine, he’s here with me. We are both fine.” “Then what have you been doing for the last two hours?” “Talking.” “Talking? I thought you hated him, what do you have to talk about?” “I did hate him, I’m still not particularly fond but he’s not too bad. At least, anymore.” You mumble slightly, embarrassed Steve might overhear your confession, Robin lets out a low whistle, “Not too bad huh? I’ll have to keep an eye on you two.” “Can it. I’m sending your beloved colleague back to you now, so you can stop worrying and STOP calling.” You laugh before placing the phone back on the wall. “Robin then?” Steve calls, pulling your attention back to him, “Yeah,” You smile, “She wants you back, to the store I mean not like-” you panic, “I mean I wasn’t implying but-” “Y/N” Steve raises his eyebrows, “She wants me back to work. I get it.” He turns for the door. As he reaches the handle, he calls back “Please don’t imply anything - you would be wrong.” You shake your head, heart thudding against your chest, wondering why Steve Harrington had made you crumble into a stuttering mess. This wasn’t you. You take a deep breath with a promise to pull yourself together before turning back to the rest of your shift.

The last time Steve saw you was that Saturday, it was now Monday and he can’t help but think about you, but as usual he is distracted by the group of kids who stand in front of him. He sighs, staring at the group of young teens in front of him, “No-” He starts, “There is no way I am driving all you lardasses to some random comic book shop 40 miles away just because you heard it was cooler than the one here.” Steve goes to continue before he is cut off by Dustin, “Please man, it would help us take our minds of the truamatising murders here in Hawkins, and-” “Dustin shut up. You’re not traumatised.” Your voice cuts through the video store, causing the gang to jump in surprise, all apart from Max who had spotted your motorcycle as you were pulling up, “Ew what happened to your face?” The redhead cringes, nose scrunching in disgust at the sight before you. You couldn’t argue - you had looked better. The sight of you with blood pouring from your nose and between your lips made all the teens in front of you panic, they began bombarding you with questions, asking if you’re okay, if Vecna got to you, if Jason got to you. You hush them all with a wave of your hand, before wiping the back of it across your bloodied face, “Thank you Max, I’m good just uh hit my head on the front of my visor going over a speedbump.” You mumble, quite embarrassed, because you’re not even fully sure how your injury came about. “That’s a lot of blood for just hitting your head.” Lucas states, “I have a loose blood vessel in my nose from getting hit in the face by a locker.” You try to explain, gritting your teeth, “In junior year.” It doesn’t take long for Steve’s eyes to widen. His body shudders at the memory of him swinging his locker door open in the midst of a conversation with Nancy, and smacking someone straight in the nose with it. If he was honest, at the time he didn’t even notice who was standing there but you had just made it clear. “Fuck-” The group turns to him. “It was you. Shit I’m sorry about that.” “YOU HIT HER IN THE FACE WITH YOUR LOCKER?” Dustin screeches. “I didn’t mean to- '' Steve tries to interject, “it just happened. It was an accident.” He turns his gaze to you, “I’m sorry Y/N.” A small smile plays on your lips, “Don’t worry about it Harrington, I’ve had worse but could I please get a tissue?” “Of-of course” He stutters slightly, rushing into the break room to grab you some rough tissue. Launching himself back over the counter Steve takes large strides to meet you on the shop floor, you go to take the tissue from him but before your hands meet his he’s already holding the paper towel to your nose, mumbling about tilting your head back.

A small blush spread over your cheeks, missed by most - but not all before you take the tissue out of Steve’s hand and stumble out a ‘I got it thanks.” “So, other than the nosebleed what brings you to Family Video?” Steve questions, still stood uncomfortably close to you, “What? I can’t come see my favourite employee?” You say, making Steve raise his eyebrows until you step pass him and up to Robin at the counter, “You got it?” You start a conversation with your friend, who looks up, meeting your gaze before flicking her eyes to the now red tissue stuffed up your nostril, “Yeah, I got it-but I’m not giving it to you unless you promise not to bleed all over it. Honestly, Keith will murder me if I return a tape with blood all over it.” Robin laughs, “I promise I won’t bleed all over it. Now gimme!” You reach over the counter, causing your feet to lift from the ground. The group of young teens just watch you, as you obviously snatch the tape Robin is trying to hold above your grasp. That is until Dustin decides to speak up, “Hey Y/N?” “Yeah?” You call back, still trying to reach the movie. “Do you like comics?” “Henderson, gimme a-” You grab the tape and let out a small ‘yay’ which makes Steve smile to himself, you turn. “Uh yeah I guess why?” “Because Steve here,” Dustin gestures to the larger boy next to him as if introducing him, “Won’t take us to the new comic book store! How unfair is that? Why don’t you come with us?” “Aw, Steve, why won’t you take your children to the comic book store?” You smile looking between the pair in front of you, “It’s 40 miles away.” Steve deadpans but can’t help but grin when he hears your laugh, “Damn Henderson, you got some nerve-40 miles? Man, shit hell no will I come. But have fun!” “We aren’t going.” Steve furrows his brows, “You see you say that,” You start backing away to the door, “But 20 bucks says you’ll go.” “Alright Y/L/N you’re on.” Steve challenges, you push the door open and stand in the doorway, pulling your motorcycle helmet on and nodding your head to push the sun visor over your eyes, “Later Harrington. I’ll be back on Wednesday to collect my money.” “Not on my watch.” Steve quips but you’re already gone.

“So we gonna talk about that?” Dustin interjects, minutes after you’d left, “Talking about what?” Steve questions breaking his gaze from the door to the boy who stood near him smiling, “You practically throwing yourself at Y/N.” “I did not!” “You kinda did.” Lucas butts in, “Sinclair, shut it.” “I mean he’s not wrong.” Robin’s head pops up from behind the counter, “You too Buckely.” Steve warns, but it’s in vain as Dustin pipes up again, “It was kind of embarrassing.” “I didn’t do anything!” Steve waves, “If you’re gonna try to make a move, you’ve gotta stop being so scared around her.” “Henderson, I do not need your advice on girls, especially ones who hate my guts.” “I would hate your guts too if you gave me nosebleeds.” “Sinclair, I thought I told you to shut it.” “I don’t think she hates you.” Max decides to pipe up, “Oh no, she does, she’s told me. Many times ‘fuck I hate that Steve Harrington kid’” Robin uses air quotes to do her best impression of you, but Max continues, “I mean she probably did but I don’t know if she still does I mean she was blushing when you gave her a paper towel.” “She wasn’t blushing,” Steve tries to redirect but can’t help the way his heart soars with the young girl's words, “Was she blushing?” He asks the group who all murmur “Not sure” or something similar apart from the redhead who shouts an esperacted “YES.” She continues, “I don’t know why though, you shouldn’t have a chance with her- she’s way cooler than you.” “Thank you Maxine.” Steve grits his teeth, “Hey!” Max tuts at the nickname. “I guess we will find out on Wednesday?” Lucas looks between his ex and Steve, “I guess we will.” Steve sighs lost in his blossoming feelings of fondness towards you.

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The Run-Aways: Part 1

Pierre Gasly x Reader.

Requested: Yes

Hey I love your writing, I think it's amazing! I was just wondering if you'd be able to write a Pierre X reader based on the song Pierre by Ryn Weaver? I always see video edits with the song but I think like a 'summer love' fic would be good 💜

Summary: A meeting between two strangers.

Warnings: Language, mention of him being a serial killer, also, don’t ever do this – be smart.

Word count: 2337

Authors note: good god this is such a fun song and I a so excited to have gotten this request. Again, as usual, I’ outing my own spin on this and it is evidently getting more than one part which I am super excited about and I really hope it is going to go well and I guess I just really like writing Pierre, despite this one not being too awkward, I am feeling ridiculously romantic right now, so I guess you’re all going to have to suffer through that 😊 I hope you enjoy and I can’t wait to hear what you think.

The Run-Aways: Part 2

The Run-Aways: Part 3

The Run-Aways: Part 4 (Finale)

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“Sorry, but are you, uh, are you crying?” Pierre cautiously approached as you frantically began wiping away any tears still left on your cheeks, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, no I promise, sorry, I’m all good” you laugh at how ridiculous you must look right now, sitting in an art museum staring at a painting.

“Is there someone I can get for you?” Pierre didn’t know how to handle this situation but for some reason he couldn’t just leave you sitting here, crying, at a painting?

“No, no, I’m here alone, but really, thank you, you’re very sweet, I really am okay” you prepared yourself to come face to face with this caring and handsome stranger you had taken the time to make sure your pathetic self was okay, but once you turned to look at him, found you couldn’t see his face? God, baseball caps really were good at hiding faces. Fuck.

How were you going to tell how embarrassed you should be that some handsome local caught you crying in their museum?

“Well, in that case, would you like someone to sit with you while you, cry?” he nodded down at the empty seat next to you, intrigued by the mysterious woman in an old empty art museum.

“By all means” you shuffled slightly to make sure there was adequate room for him and as he sat a comfortable silence settled between the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to interrupt the overwhelming feeling lingering in the room given off by the massive painting in front of you.

“So, some questions for a stranger” Pierre was the first to break the silence.

“I may or may not lie” you didn’t take your eyes off the image, preparing yourself for whatever may be asked.

Pierre mulled over the questions in his head and decided to go with the obvious first’

“Why exactly are you crying?” he tried to sound as gentle as possibly, but it was an awkward question and no one could really escape that, especially coming from a complete stranger.

“Well, that happens to be a bit of a two-part question that one” you took in a breath, trying to figure out a way of saying it all without sounding completely pathetic, “promise not to laugh?”

Pierre made a cross over his heart, indicating for you to continue your story of woe.

“Well, the first part is, I just, fuck, it’s a really beautiful painting!” you clapped your hand over your mouth, both of you shocked at how loud you had been, especially in a museum, “sorry, you giggled out.

Pierre couldn’t help but laugh too, he wished it was because it was an actual funny moment, but truthfully, it was just really nice to engage with someone who was this passionate about something other than cars. No one who liked cars was this cute when they were passionate. It was a welcomed break.

“So, you’re crying because a painting is beautiful?” Pierre needed clarification. Never had he felt the need to cry because something was beautiful. Maybe nothing was ever that beautiful to him.

Maybe you were just a weirdo.

“Oh, don’t judge me. How can you not feel something looking at this?” you gestured to the work of art in front of you.

“I didn’t say I don’t feel anything, I just haven’t really experienced anything that I consider beautiful make me cry,” Honestly, art was a secret love of Pierre’s and he was slightly offended at being accused of not feeling anything when he was surrounded by some of the greatest historical works in existence, but he couldn’t blame you, he was an F1 driver, why on earth would he be interested in art?

“Ooh well I clearly touched a nerve there” so this stranger was clearly an art lover like yourself then, “Forgive me, I work in art, so it’s just, it’s a passion you know, and I just, I’m really moved by it all and sometimes I forget not everyone needs to cry when they feel things” you chuckled when you realised you were rambling.

“You work in art?” Pierre was concocting a plan.

“Art dealer ad historian” you offered up the information willingly, always proud to tell people what you do, forever thankful you got to do what you were passionate about for a living.

“So I’m sitting with an expert then?” this plan was starting to fall into place more and more.

“Not an expert, but adequate enough” you blushed at the thought of him thinking you were an expert in your field.

“Well, in that case, would you be willing to join me for a tour of the museum and teach me anything and everything you can?” fuck, even Pierre thought that was smooth, mentally patting himself on the back.

“Of course,” the blush only deepened; you dropped your head in the hopes he wouldn’t see.

Silence fell again as you tried to reel your brain in from running away with thoughts of how this could be the greatest meet-cute in all of history.

“You said this was a two parter though” Pierre suddenly remembered, prompting for the second part of your tale.

“Ah, I was hoping you’d forget that” you felt stupid for even mentioning that you were crying for two reasons, “if you can believe it, it’s even more embarrassing than the first reason”.

“Is it wrong for me to be excited?” Pierre felt lighter when you smiled at the joke.

“It might make you a bit of a sadist” you bumped into his shoulder slightly, a light laugh escaping both of you, “So I was crying because well, I’ve ever done anything like this before and I guess I’m just really proud of myself” a feeling of achievement blooming in your chest, thinking of all you had done to get here.

Pierre glanced between you, the painting, and the empty room, “Done what before? Go to an art museum? Aren’t you an art historian?”

What the fuck was this girl on about? Pierre swung around wildly trying to figure out what was different in the room that could give him any clues.

You howled out a laugh, hand resting innocently on his thigh to get his attention back to you, completely ignoring the fact that you were in a museum now.

“I am so sorry” you got out between laughs “I gave you absolutely zero context there to what I was talking about” you continued laughing, eventually catching your breath.

“Me being here alone, I’ve never really travelled and stuff alone, which is a bit of a longer story, but it’s the just of it and then one day I kind of just ran away and now I’m sitting in an art museum feeling a bit too proud of myself for being, I don’t know, brave?” a grin spread across your face, you attempting to keep the tears at bay once again.

“You ran away?” Pierre now staring directly at you again, intrigued as to what the larger story may be but not wanting to push you for it.

“I did” you whispered out, not regretting what you had done for a second.

“Me too” Although Pierre wasn’t experiencing the same emotions you were feeling by the looks of it, for him, it was almost a secret shame that he had to do this in order to get away, to feel like himself, but even that was tinged with the guilt.

“You’re here alone too?” for the first time you had fully seen the strangers face as he had taken off his baseball cap momentarily, forgetting that he was technically meant to be hiding.

God, he was beautiful.

“I am, for once” he chuckled, stopping when you looked confused, but not elaborating further.

“You around people too often?” The question was innocent enough, but Pierre couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.

“Well, yeah, my job kind of means I’m never really alone” he hesitantly put the information forward, surprised you hadn’t reacted as people normally had, suddenly wondering if you even knew who he was at all.

“Oh that’s awful, I’m so sorry” the sympathy in your voice was sincere, “what do you do?”

Holy shit, you had no idea who he was.

“I work with cars” it wasn’t a complete lie, but for just a second Pierre didn’t want to be an F1 driver, he just wanted to be some guy who worked with cars.

“Huh” fuck, Pierre prayed you suddenly hadn’t figured it out, “didn’t take a car guy to be interested in art” you really had absolutely no idea who he was.

Pierre just let out a gentle laugh at that, once again allowing the silence to fill the room.

In his mind though, it was a completely different story. He was running through ideas of potentially spending this very short holiday with you, where he could be just, Pierre.

“Listen, forgive me if this is a bit forward, but do you maybe want to grab dinner with me after this, considering we’re both here alone?” Pierre knew he was taking a risk, but fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Please, I’m starving.” Pierre had never seen anyone look so thankful in his entire life, “just, I need to grab my suitcase from security” you began standing up, getting yourself ready to go.

“Suitcase? Haven’t you checked in anywhere yet?” Pierre began following you towards the entrance.

“Oh, I uhm, I don’t have anywhere to stay yet” you avoided eye contact with the man acutely aware of how dumb you sounded.

“Holy shit, you really did just run away” Pierre had at least planned his vacation, suddenly feeling stupid even thinking he was in the same situation to you, you had literally run away.

“Yup” you flashed him a cheesy smile.

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“So, how long are you staying then if you have no where to stay?” You had both finally settled down in a small hidden away restaurant on the coast, Pierre insisting on going somewhere small and secluded.

“Oh, I leave in a week, I think” you tried to remember when you had booked your return ticket.

“Oh my god, you don’t even know when your flight back is?” You were the bravest person Pierre had ever met, he literally could never relinquish this much control over anything and here you were just, well, winging it.

“I feel like you judge me a lot” you united your eyes at Pierre, making him laugh, knowing you weren’t being serious.

“No, just, fuck, you may be one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, I could never just rock up somewhere new not even knowing where I was going to stay” well, at least brave in a different way, a lot of people he knew were ridiculously brave, but more so in a masochistic way, much like himself.

“There’s a first time for everything” you shrugged, the validation of what you had done feeling good, for once, you had gotten positive validation for something that you knew was deep down in you, not only being praised for being the predictable timid little girl.

“There seems like there may be a story here” Pierre attempted to probe, curious what had lead the woman in front of him to do what she had done.

“and you may find out in due time” you truly didn’t want to get into it right now, wanting to be the brave girl for just slightly longer, not wanting to be forced to slip into your old persona so quickly, not wanting to be the timid girl here, not now, not with him.

You were thankful when the waiter approached to take your orders and even more thankful this man hadn’t pressed you for more, instead understanding somehow.

And so you both sat for dinner, you, the brave run-away artist and Pierre, the nobody who worked with cars, both sinking deeper into the roles you had created for yourselves, enjoying the good food and simple conversation that didn’t actually touch on either of your true lives once well into the night, but all good things must come to an end.

“Stay with me” Pierre offered up as you sat after you had paid the bill, finishing off the bottle of wine before you left, I have a chalet on the beach, big enough for two, nothing weird, just two run-aways” it was a long shot but fuck, you had nowhere else to go.

“What if you’re some like, weirdo serial killer?” you knew he wasn’t, but you shouldn’t just blindly trust this man so easily, it made you nervous that you did.

“I have absolutely no idea how to prove that I’m not, but I promise” It was all Pierre could offer up, “If you hate it, I’ll help you find somewhere new tomorrow first thing, pinkie promise, we all know that’s law” he held his pinkie out as a way to prove to you that he would stick to his word.

You mulled it over for a moment before wrapping your pinkie around his, shocked that you were about to do something this risky, every part of you screaming at you not to do it, but then there was the quiet small voice, in your heart “what if it is the greatest adventure of your life?”, you couldn’t not listen to her.

Pierre stood up and grabbed your suitcase leading you to his car to take you to your new holiday home for the week, the ever gentleman opening the door for you before placing your suitcase in the back and getting behind the wheel himself.

“Oh, before I forget, I’m y/n by the way” it had suddenly dawned on you that neither of you had ever introduced yourselves, remining strangers until this moment.

“Oh shit, sorry, enchante Y/n, you have a beautiful name” you blushed yet raised your eyebrows expectantly.

“Pierre” and with a timid smile, your great adventure began.

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