#i don't mind pitching in! i don't mind covering for breaks or if the shit has hit the fan

[marmotsomsierost]

Advocating for your family and their medical care is incredibly important.

Being upset that you didn't get an explanation of exactly why your family was discharged is understandable. Even if it is clearly written in the discharge paperwork. It can be legitimately difficult to decode the papers, especially if there is a language or cognitive concern.

Like i will even grant that raising your voice and using demanding language is not necessarily the incorrect choice. Something sucks, you shouldn't have to be sweet and deferential about it.

However.

Loudly berating every single person in scrubs that you see and stating how you are advocating for your family, that you just want them to get the care we would want for our own family, we all are terrible and not doing our jobs because we don't care about our patients, we don't care about someone being in pain and how are you going to discharge a patient without running (test not usually done in the ED in a nonemergent situation) or (test you have already had because your doctor ordered it and we have literally nothing to do with in the ED because we neither performed it nor interpreted it) AND you are 'documenting who i talk to and when and what they say and i need everyone's name who says anything to me' AND after spending six hours sitting in the lobby stewing because the doctor hasn't come talk to you yet while loudly calling everyone you know to talk shit about us and rehash all of the above you say - with absolutely no sense of shame -

that you have been taking photos and video of 'people sitting on their ass' not doing anything

And when i say "You cannot take pictures in here" you say "it doesn't say i can't" and when i say "it is very clearly posted several places that it is not allowed" you say "well i don't see them" and security chimes in pointing out exactly where they are you pause and then say - again, with absolutely no shame -

"Well as much as you all haven't been doing your jobs, i clearly didn't read it"

AND THEN

And THEN you say 'i don't care, i have been documenting all of this because my lawyer told me to because this is (reiteration of entire rant from beginning)'

...THIS IS NOT ADVOCATING FOR YOUR FAMILY MY DUDE

and you are fucking lucky that you got the charge nurse and doctors that you did get because if you had a problem with doc A's attitude holy shit would you have gone ballistic nylon batshit pants if you'd had doc B. And if you'd had a different charge or a different house sup you would have been physically removed the second you said word one about taking pictures. Patients have been removed for taking pictures or video, and you're not even the patient!

"I've been here for five hours and the doctor STILL hasn't come to talk to me. That's how much this hospital is worth. They don't treat the patients right."

We have one doctor. One. If the waiting room is standing fucking room only...maybe, JUST MAYBE, he hasn't come talk to you FOR THE SECOND TIME because HE CAN'T.

...

Anyway. Fuck this day, i'm going home and i'm gonna be just this side of blowing my speakers out on some marcus miller to try and regain an iota of patience.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery VI

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Baking when you were Little Cub

"In trouble, again?" Paredes asks as Mapi leaves her meeting," What is it this time? Still the food issue?"

"There's no food issue," Mapi replies with an eye roll.

"If you're struggling with healthy food then-"

"There's no struggling to make healthy food," Mapi interrupts," It's fine. We're fine."

"I'm just saying, Mapi. I know Cub's properly weaned now so if it's difficult then just come over to mine. Lucía will be happy to feed you both."

"It's fine," Mapi insists," We have no nutrition problems in the house."

Paredes looks sceptical but doesn't push anymore as you toddle over, grabbing onto Mapi's legs and giggling as Ingrid tickles your tummy.

You've taken to Ingrid like flies to honey.

Paredes hasn't seen anything quite like it. You're notoriously impulsive and wiggly (she's still trying to convince Mapi to get you checked out by a professional) but you don't mind sitting still in Ingrid's arms.

She's your go-to babysitter now, even edging out Leila while Mapi's busy and you seem to love her.

"Are we still up for later tonight?" Ingrid asks as you duck back and forth between her and Mapi.

Mapi's cheeks turn pink and her voice goes embarrassingly high-pitched. "Of course! Cub's really excited. Aren't you, cub?"

"Makin' cookies 'gain?" You ask.

"If you really want to."

"Yes!"

"I see," Paredes laughs as you and Ingrid run off again," The nutrition problem is you can't say no to your kid. Cookies? Again? How many spare have you got?"

Mapi groans. "Too many. You know what Cub's like. My mama took her to a bakery last time she came to visit and she's obsessed now. I can't bake for shit so I think we've hit up every bakery in the city."

"And Ingrid came to your rescue?"

"I think Cub must have mentioned it because she turned up a few weeks ago with ingredients and they spent an hour baking together. I've never seen Cub so calm."

"And now you have too many to eat by yourself?"

"Way too many."

"Bring them in next time," Paredes laughs, clapping Mapi on the back," At least then the whole team gets the nutrition lecture."

"You know what? I think that's a great idea."

Ingrid follows Mapi's car home, having already bought more ingredients on the way to training so you could get right into the baking as soon as you got home.

The countertops of Mapi's kitchen (and every spare space) is already covered in baked goods, ranging from cookies to cupcakes to fancy bread that there's truly no hope in her eating all by herself, hence the reason she is constantly getting in trouble with the coaching staff.

"Alright," Ingrid says, commanding the room easily when you get distracted by showing Bagheera the lion on your t-shirt," Let's wash our hands please."

You go immediately over to the sink, letting Ingrid pick you up so you can reach while Mapi grabs the stool she keeps in the bathroom so you're tall enough to reach the countertops.

Mapi's in awe as Ingrid so easily gets you to follow her instructions. You're fairly unruly and impulsive at the best of times but you calm right down as Ingrid helps you break an egg into the bowl and stir it in with the rest of the mixture.

"Do you need any help?" Mapi's only really asking out of curtesy.

The first time you had baked with Mapi was also the last time when the cake mixture set on fire in the oven and the glass bowl you had mixed everything shattered.

"Why don't you just sit with Bagheera and look pretty?" Ingrid teases but Mapi feels it go straight through her body and she sits down quickly.

"Ingrid's da boss!" You giggle and Ingrid moves behind you to tie your unruly hair back properly.

"I don't think I'm the boss," She says to you and you shake your head.

"Are! 'Cause Mami's my boss and you tell her what to do! You're Mami's boss!"

Ingrid laughs, scooping out a bit of cookie dough and swiping it across the tip of your nose. "You're so sweet, cub," She says as you go cross eyed looking at the blob on your nose.

"Tha's what Mami says!"

"Well, your Mami is very smart. Now, what cookie-cutter shape are we using today?"

You end up choosing the star cutter and Ingrid helps you cut them all out before she puts them in the oven.

"I've noticed that," Ingrid says as she joins Mapi on the sofa," Doesn't she get bored?"

You're sitting in front of the oven, just staring at the cookies.

"It's normal," Mapi shrugs," You should see her watching the washing machine. It's so cute."

You watch the cookies bake the entire time until Ingrid comes over to get them out. You can't touch them just yet because they're still hot but you're pulled away by Mami making you help her box up the other things you made this week.

"Why?" You ask her.

"Well," She says," I thought it would be nice to give some to the team your snacks."

"But why?"

"Because your Mami really wants to share how proud she is of you," Ingrid jumps in," Your food is so tasty that she wants everyone to taste it too."

You gasp. "Can smash Tia Leila's face with cake!"

You're very determined to do that as you carry the box of cupcakes into the changing room the next day. Mapi and Ingrid lag behind with bags full of boxes.

"What's this?" Alexia asks with a laugh.

"Made bakery food," You say, tearing the top of the tupperware off," Tia Leila! Tia! Cake for you!"

As soon as she ducks down to take it from you, you slam it right into her nose.

[vktrsnclr]

Secreto De Amor (r18+)

pairing: Miguel O'hara x mistress f reader ft. Gabriel O'Hara

contents: p in v, oral (m receiver), hair pulling, unprotected sex, humiliation, domination/submission, !!cheating!!

word count: 1,212 words

MASTERLIST

"Shit daddy I'm gonna cum!" You whimpered weakly as Miguel brutally pounds your pussy in a missionary position. His hand is gripping on your neck and the other is rubbing on your clit.

"Don't cum yet... I'm not done with you." He flips your body over in a doggy position then puts back his thick and girthy cock on your tiny leaking hole.

"You're such a good whore, taking it submissively." He praises you and pins your head onto the bed while he thrusts sharply. "But you're not cumming unless I told you to." Miguel is panting but he doesn't seem to be giving up any moment. Your body is covered in sweat, spit and cum. Especially your face. You can't help but scream, moan and form incoherent noises along with the clapping noises from his hips to your ass inside the hotel room. Your mind is completely blank from taking his dick that fills your walls of flesh.

"You wanna cum?" Miguel slows down his pace and whispers behind your back, his hot breath brushing against your neck. "Yes yes yes!" A weak, slutty, high pitched voice escaped your mouth.

He scoffs before answering. "Of course you do you fucking slut. Beg for it." Miguel continues to tease you by gently thrusting.

"Please daddy I.. I wanna cum again please." You look behind and pleads.

"Nah, not convincing enough." He shakes his head no and then spanks your ass.

Desperately, you begged once again but this time it's much more pathetic and there's nothing he likes more than taking control of it. "Please fucking fuck me! I wanna cum so bad. You can cum inside daddy, please. I'll do anything you want." You almost cried out in frustration.

"Now that's one hell of a slut." His upper lip curled then flips you over again so he can see your face while you cum. He spits on your pussy then starts fucking roughly. He takes your thigh and takes your legs over his shoulder and his face in between.

"Who's pussy is this huh?" He breathes heavily.

"Yours daddy!" You let out a puny moan.

"Fuck fuck fuck! I'm gonna cum! Puta! I'm cumming inside! Hmm.." He continues thrusting forward, putting all of his length inside your tight little hole.

"Scream my name." He grips your titties and thrusts faster. Every stroke sends you to multiple dimensions and blanks out your entire thoughts.

"Miguel... Miguel! Ahhhh! Fuck, daddy!" The only thing that pops into your brain is his name before you reach the verge of orgasm. He then explodes his seed inside you, stirring it up a little then pulls out. Your cunt leaked of cum but he puts it back using his finger. You laid your spent body and let a moment of relief take over, his semen still warm inside.

After a minute or two, Miguel gets up and puts on his pants.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave?"

"What, did you expect me to stay?" He scoffs and puts on his suit.

"I'm taking out my wife tonight." He says and throws out a stack of hundred bills in front of you. "I'll call you when I need you." He kisses your forehead and then walks out the door.

That's what he does most times, to him, you are nothing but a pastime activity, a toy to get his manhood erect. Miguel is a married man but ever since his wife went through an accident, she couldn't satisfy his needs anymore due to PTSD. She couldn't engage in a sexual activity with him anymore so Miguel secretly takes out his sexual frustrations on you.

A month went by without a call or a single text from him. You kept on texting him, posting lewd stories and thirst traps on platforms where he follows you but he doesn't have the time to see it. That's what he usually does, fucks and go, but this time, it's different, your intuition tells you that he might call off the relationship anytime soon. So you did what every desperate mistress does, you decided to break in and follow him one night at a party that he and his wife attended.

You wore a satin dress that shows off your features, just enough to get his attention and be presentable at the same time. When you walked in, his brother Gabriel brushed on your back while holding a glass of champagne.

"If it isn't my brother's whore." He whispered on your neck.

You sighed after recognizing his voice even before facing him. "Gab."

He's the only trusted person that knows about his brother's affair. Only cause he caught you one time getting raw dogged by Miguel.

"What are you doing here chiquita? You're looking for Miguel?"

"Y-yeah... where is he?" You look away.

"Oh no mamí, you've gone desperate huh? You know his wife's here, right?" He smirks and places his hand on your chin. You look away, feeling ashamed.

Gabriel sighs and clings your arm into his. "Don't worry, I have an idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Just go with flow."

You went with him as he takes you to a flock of rich, eccentric and powerful people at the party. You spotted Miguel in the crowd talking to his wife who seems to have too much to drink. She looks expensive wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress and necklace that you could recognize from a mile away. Gab takes you to them with a wide grin on his face, mocking his brother.

"Everyone, this is my girlfriend." He smiles.

"I- uh wha-" You blink in confusion.

"Oh Gab! Good! You're finally committing." The lady says joyfully. Miguel just stares at you and his brother grimly with his clenching fists.

"Committing suicide, you mean." He whispered.

"What is that, honey?"

"Oh nothing, my love. You've had too much to drink, do you want Gab to drive you home?"

"No not y-"

"I think you should take her home pendejo. It's getting late. I still have clients in here." People are starting to stare but Gab didn't wanna make a scene so he just did what Miguel wanted.

As soon as they left, Miguel drags you by the arm to a secluded room. "Now explain to me why the fuck would you stand a fucking inch next to my wife?!" His voice was hoarse as he tightly grips on your wrist.

"It was Gab, I swear. He probably wanted to make fun of you." You replied.

"That's the most stupidest shit you've ever done."

"I know... I just.. I need you. You know, I kept texting you for weeks but you ghosted me." You bite your lower lip and slowly guides your hand on his crotch. Miguel immediately looked at the corners on the room and checked for cameras like it's his natural instinct. Luckily, there was none.

"I'm really upset right now." He shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

"Can I apologize?" Your serene voice and your hand on his bulging cock drives him madly horny at that very moment.

"No, I think you need reminding. Do you want me to remind you of your place?" He says and grabs a fistful of your hair as you nod like a pathetic little slut. He then drags you down on your knees and quickly unbuckles his pants. A thick-headed engorged cock reveals itself right in front of you.

"Suck me."

Y'all up for part 2?

MASTERLIST

[hvhvmoc]

✋Could I (if you’re comfortable/feel like writing this) get a gn!reader giving Neville Longbottom head under the table when he’s trying to study in the library? 👀

"You're lucky we're in the back."

Warnings / smut, oral (male receiving), public "sex", cursing,

Characters included / Neville Longbottom, gn!reader (afab)

Genre / smut

Writing style / oneshot

Neville flips through his books, seemingly struggling to find a single subject. His brain goes from focusing on the clock on the wall, to the tons of textbooks, and to his notes. <y/n> sits next to him, bored out of their minds. They flick through books without reading the printed words. They don't find joy in studying.

'Maybe I could...,' they thought, turning their focus on Neville, who was practically cussing under his breath. "C'mon you're overworking yourself, let's just take a break, yeah?" <Y/n> scoots closer to him, their hand landing on his upper thigh. Neville's breathe hitches as he looks from their hand placement to them themselves.

"I can't take a break, I have so much to do," he whispers the last part even quieter. <Y/n>'s thumb strokes his thigh while they rest their head on their hand. Neville turns his attention back to the hundreds of words in front of him. <Y/n> slowly takes their hand off of his thigh and slips under the table. Neville, of course, doesn't notice. Until they feel a pair of hands push his legs apart.

"<Y/n>!" Neville whisper-yells before looking around to clear the area. "Focus on your studying, hun," <y/n> replies, unzipping the zipper to his pants. He shifts slightly, trying to put his focus back on his notes. They take out his hardened dick, slowly grabbing it, causing Neville to lose focus. <y/n> moves their hand, starting a rhythm of their own. Neville holds onto the textbook in hand in order to keep himself quiet, his knuckles going white.

They move closer to their boyfriends dick before locking a stripe along the side of it. He let's out a shaked breath and a small groan. <y/n> wished they could see his face, which was very red from holding in every noise he's been wanting to make. "<y/n>, please fuck," he whispers, with a hesitant tone. They put the tip in their mouth, swirling it around with their tongue. "Fu~ck, you're lucky we're in the back," he stuttered, his voice getting more and more high pitched.

Getting impatient, they put his whole dick in their mouth, causing his hand to cover his mouth. He leans back in the chair, his eyes rolling into his head. <y/n> starts bobbing their head up and down, their hands resting on Neville's open legs. Their eyes start tearing up the more they put his dick down their throat. They keep their rhythm while their thumb traces shapes on his trembling thigh.

The papers on Neville's desk were long forgotten. Their pace starts to pick up. "Shit fuck I'm," his words were drowned out as he came into their mouth. <y/n> gags one last time while swallowing his cum before coming up from underneath the table. Neville quickly buttons his pants back up. They smile at his fucked up expression. "That's noT FAir," his voice cracks, still whispers.

"You'll have time to give me payback later in the dorms," <y/n> whispers back, smiling still. Neville trys to get his focus back on his textbook but all his mind is on is what he's going to do to them later.

Sorry it sucked lol

[those70scomics]

Fictober Day 9: "don't listen to me, listen to them"

That '70s Show Fanfiction

Hyde paced W.B.'s office at Grooves's headquarters. Angie was present, as was Jackie. She'd taken time off from her busy-as-hell schedule for this meeting.

"It's a dumb idea," he said. "I shouldn't have even brought it up."

"It's not dumb, and I'm happy that you told us about it." W.B. grasped Hyde's arm, stopping him near W.B.'s desk. "You're turning twenty-nine in less than two months. You're engaged. You should want more."

Angie's facial expression showed that she'd been waiting for this day. "I dreamt of running a record store since I was a kid. Then of running all of Grooves someday, and now I'm the company's senior VP of operations. You're allowed to pursue your dreams, too."

"I've already got more than I ever freakin' dreamed." Hyde glanced back at Jackie, who'd remained silent so far. "It ain't fair to to risk it all."

"You don't think creating Grooves was a risk?" W.B. said. I was married to Angie's mother, who was pregnant with Angie. We needed the security of a regular paycheck, but her mom wanted me to be happy. And my risk eventually paid off more than anybody could've imagined."

Hyde gestured in defeat. "I can't imagine this workin'."

Jackie stepped toward him and touched his hand. "Neither can I."

"Exactly."

"But don't listen to me. Listen to them."

Hyde stared at her. "Who the hell are you, and what've you done with my chick."

"Steven." She jostled his hand. "I'm redesigning my whole spring collection. I can't imagine that working either, but I'm doing it anyway. This time next year on October ninth, 1990, you'll have put out your first record on your own label."

"A sub label of Grooves Records, of course," Angie said with a smirk.

Hyde bowed his head and hunched his shoulders. "That's nepotism."

"That's expanding the family business." W.B. patted Hyde's back. "I'm not taking an opportunity away from anyone else. You've earned this. The demos you've played me, you have the ear, son."

Hyde sat in the closest chair. His legs were shaking from what was being said, being offered.

"You've been apprenticing under Frankie Branch to learn audio engineering, music production, for how long?" W.B. continued. "Picked up the guitar expertly in three years of lessons and learned as much by listening to songs. Taught yourself bass guitar. Became Cam's favorite drum student, and that's saying a lot."

Angie gazed at the high ceiling and shook her head. "Edna and Bud gave you no chance to realize you have perfect pitch. You didn't understand what you were capable of. You've had to play catch-up in your mid-twenties."

Jackie stood in front of Hyde and rubbed his arms over his long sleeves. "Your childhood was stolen from you. You once told me all the doors were locked for you but one. Your family, your true family, has unlocked so many. You've walked through a lot. Don't shut this door and walk away."

Hyde covered his face in his hands. His emotions were getting to him, breaking through his defenses. As a kid, Formans' folks signed Forman up for jazz guitar lessons, which he abandoned. Only the acoustic guitar remained, and Hyde played that thing every second he could at the Formans' house.

He used Forman's beginners' workbook to learn tabs that were printed alongside sheet music. Hyde couldn't read music for shit, but tabs he got. Songs on the radio, on records, stuck in his skull like recordings. He figured out how to play the guitar parts himself and, back then, had no clue why could do that.

He understood now.

"Son, are you all right?" W.B. said.

Hyde raised his head and wiped his eyes. "Yeah. Just ... when ya don't believe something's possible for you for so damn long -- and then it happens? Kind of a mind fuck."

"So you'll start your label?" Jackie smiled at him with such hope, such support, he would've fallen in love with her if he hadn't already fallen twelve years ago.

"Yup."

Jackie cheered, and W.B. congratulated him in a proud, fatherly way Hyde was still growing used to.

"What are you going to call it?" Angie said.

Hyde grinned. "Burn-Out Records."

[spin-birdie]

kinktober day 15: overstimulation

prompt list

word count: ~620

pairing: unnamed tav/astarion

rating: explicit

additional tags: cam streamer au

"That's it, sweetheart," Tav grins.

Gods, they can barely hear themself over Astarion's cries. His cock flexes and throbs without rhythm under the wand in Tav's hand. They've both lost count of how many times he's come, his balls long past empty.

When Tav looks up at stream, chat is going wild. Most messages are along the lines of 'trash that white boy' spammed in all caps, as per usual for their audience, but chat's not the first thing on their mind. No, what really draws Tav's attention is how wrecked Astarion looks. He may be well fed for a vampire, but they've never seen him with a full-body blush like this. And he's drenched with sweat. His head hangs low, hands bound and chained to the ceiling of their play room. Gods know he would have fallen off the sybian ages ago if it weren't for that point of support.

"You can give me another, can't you?" Tav asks.

They pull Astarion up by the hair and drink in the spectacle. His eyes are wide and unseeing; he couldn't be any less focused if he tried. His jaw is slack, his lips bitten a pretty shade of red. His lovely curls have come undone from all the sweat. He scrunches his eyes shut, and fresh tears mingle with the shiny mess of tears and drool covering his face. And that's nothing on the fractured sounds pouring from his lips nonstop.

Tav presses the wand harder against Astarion's cock, raising the vibration level. "You can give me another, can't you?" they repeat insistently.

"Agh! U-u-ngh! Ghk--ohdz! Fuhhhc--! Nggahhh! Aaaahhhaahh! Ngho-- Mm-- Hngh…!! Guhhh!"

Astarion's reply is exactly what Tav wanted - unintelligible nonsense. He's not even gagged or anything.

"I think we broke him," Tav laughs to the audience. The livechat concurs, and they read one message aloud that makes them laugh: "Let's motivate him with a controlled shock."

They lean over to the sybian controls and crank up the vibration to max. Astarion wails, coughs, stutters, writhes against the chains, and sobs loudly. Tav waits for a safe signal, or any sign they should stop, but Astarion doesn't give them one. They lean in to lick the tears off his cheek.

"You're doing so well," they whisper earnestly into his ear. "We're almost done. I'm so proud of you, Astarion." They gently nibble the shell of his ear, running the wand along the length of his cock.

A few seconds later, Astarion goes taut, and his broken mewling breaks off in an abrupt, high-pitched yelp as he hits his peak. Once again, he convulses, his cock twitches sporadically, and the tiniest dribble of prostate fluid leaks out.

"Yes," Tav hisses excitedly.

But before they can celebrate any more, or taunt him with the offer of another orgasm, he goes completely slack in his restraints. Completely unresponsive against the still-active vibrators barraging him.

"Astarion? Oh shit." As fast as they can move, they turn off the toys and lift Astarion off the sybian. "Honey, Astarion, are you okay?"

He grunts when Tav is halfway through unchaining his wrists. He opens his eyes blearily. "Hnngh?"

Tav cradles his face, and a half-terrified laugh bubbles out of them. "You blacked out, honey," they whisper.

"Ah." Astarion blinks, head lolling as he licks his lips. Gods, his throat is probably shredded after all that screaming. "S-Sor…ry," he rasps.

"No, don't be sorry!" Tav soothes. They kiss his forehead, wincing at the feeling of guilt welling up inside them. Later, they tell themself, scratching Astarion's scalp in a way they hope is calming. "That seems like a sign we should end stream," they tell him, loudly enough for the audience to hear.

[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Chapter 1

wordcount: 9,188

  

"What? No, I'm not doing it Rebecca! I told you already that I changed my mind-" 

"Yn, it's your last stop for the year! Do you know how insightful and inspiring it will be for the survivor to go back to where it all happened? Think of the book sales!" 

You paced your hotel room with your phone in hand. "I'm thinking of more than book sales, Rebecca…Like my sanity, my life, my-" 

"Okay, okay." She interrupted you over the phone. "But as your publicist, your assistant, the head coach of your career AND your number one cheerleader-" You rolled your eyes as she continued. "I'm HIGHLY suggesting you do this book signing." 

You blinked at the window. A huge high rise overlooking a bustling city, a far cry from your humble dwellings you were used to. "Are you suggesting this as my assistant or ordering me as my publicist?" You could hear the edge to your own voice as you felt your mouth twist into a frown.

"Hey, now. I work for you, remember? Bbuuttt, I know what sells. I mean…Let's face it, your um…Side novels were not what people wanted, sweetie. I've been right this far and look! Enjoying a cup of tea before Good Morning America last week! We even got you on Larry King, YN! Life is good so why mess it up over a town that has been a complete bore for over a decade?" You sighed and shifted your weight as she continued. "People love a survivor! They don't want to read a campy fantasy; they want reality. Out of Darkness. YN. The survivor. The fighter. 15 years of horror she faced. 18, 20, 23 were the tender ages she faced down homicidal maniacs some of which were betrayed friends. Trauma, guilt, hatred, fear and she faced it all-"

"Tone down the sales pitch. I'm aware of what I went through, just…Why this town? I've been traveling for weeks on end! Why do I have to go back THERE?" 

"And you can take a break after this one!…Now, it doesn't look very convincing that you're 'Out of Darkness' if you're not willing to go back to the place that Darkness came from to sign some simple books, hmm? It could plummet book sales, appearances, and your followers if you tell them you refuse to go back to Woodsboro…Oh, that reminds me; I need to update your Facebook page for tomorrow." 

Silence stretched on as you stared out your hotel's huge glass window at the world around you. Rebecca Walter's continued with what you could only describe as her customer service voice. Aka her 'We're done talking about this' voice. "...Okay! Your plane leaves at 6 tomorrow morning and I'll pick you up in the rental car to get to your hometown." 

You exhaled in exasperation. "It's not really my hometown. I wasn't even there a year." 

"Right, right. Anyways, get some beauty sleep and I'll call you in the morning. By-ee!" She sang out as she hung up. 

You sighed deeply, staring out at the big city around you. It should be exciting, new, wonderful but all it did was make you feel small and out of place…

Focusing on your reflection staring back at you; You still looked the same that you did 10 years ago as far as aging went but your hair was more modernized for 2011 millennial input. Recommended by who else but Rebecca. You didn't hate it but you felt out of place sometimes. Same with the bandage style bodycon dresses or pleated skirts or peplum tops and not to mention the too high stiletto pumps or the clunky jewelry all in colors you didn't like. It wasn't you. No matter your original style, this style was just to appease the masses that you had your shit together. 

You frowned at your own reflection. It had only been a little over a year ago that you were 'highly suggested' by your publicist to write 'Out of Darkness'. The title wasn't your idea, the photo on the front made you look like a damn Céline Dion CD cover and the lies that you had everything figured out enough to help others overcome trauma made you nauseated. Rehashing your worst times in life endlessly with a forced smile to a bunch of eager listeners with hopeful eyes in your direction that everything gets better…It really didn't; not for you. You just made the best of it. It felt like you were lying to them even if it was white lies to help others feel better.

You watched people walking on the busy street, the entire city lit up as you reminisced…You sometimes wondered if Sidney or Tatum had taken your place; what would they do? You knew Tatum would adore being a minor celebrity and probably get on some reality show or do interviews willingly to fit the lifestyle even more. You could hear her saying "If I'm gonna be traumatized; I'm gonna be traumatized with Gucci." 

Sidney probably would have genuinely believed in what she was doing and would move on. She would feel a purpose to help and inspire others. You wanted to be like that, be like Sidney would be. Hell, even be like Tatum. But the fact was; you weren't Sidney or Tatum. Your mom wasn't murdered by those two. Even if Sid and Tat were your friends…You had to accept the fact that Stu was partially right all those years ago in his own fucked up way. It was horrible what happened to them and to you and you will never forgive Billy and Stu for what they had done but the resentment you had for them wasn't comparable to Sidney's hatred after she found out who had killed her mother and best friend. Her Mom being made into a massacre that poor Sidney and Neil had to find was enough to make her ready to bludgeon her boyfriend to death with a lamp had you not stopped her… Sidney WOULD feel a great sense of duty to her mom and herself to help others overcome these types of situations. You wanted to as well but something in you didn't feel it…Maybe it was guilt? Or maybe what you lacked in life because of it? Mark wasn't here and you never got to find out if it could've worked with him or anyone else for that matter, friends outside the Woodsboro Survivors were nonexistent, and you felt alone in all of this. The secret felt like the heaviest burden on your shoulders you just couldn't shake.

With a heavy sigh; You pulled the curtains on the window to stop the bright city lights from pouring in. 

You walked to the bathroom to shower. Stripping off and looking at your body in the mirror. A scar on your left shoulder and your upper arm was the first to catch your gaze. One on your right forearm and one on your right hand where Neil stabbed you a decade ago. You went to make a fist and your right hand's middle finger and the ring finger trembled to form a fist fully. Not tightly closing as you clutched it in your other hand and looked away. Stepping into the hotel's shower and closing your eyes under the water. You let the water wash over your body as you thought of the last 10 years…How the hell did you end up here?

You faced the wall and leaned your head forward and let the water run down your back. Going from a normalish girl wearing what you wanted and no one knowing you as long as you didn't say your name; to trying to keep up with the kids and the Kardashians and EVERYONE recognizing you... From an isolated cabin to tv appearances nationwide.

'God, I can't believe Stu's ass hasn't barked up my tree after seeing me on TV….' You thought. Even if the malice you should have just wasn't there. You didn't even know if Stu or Billy were even alive or not.

You eventually turned off your water the more your mind wandered to places you didn't want to dwell on. Drying off before doing your nightly routine and getting ready for bed. You checked your phone to see no texts or missed calls from Randy or Dewey and your heart sank a little. Especially since you had to text or call them more often then they did you these days. You knew life was busy. God, did you ever know how busy life could be flying across the country routinely. However, you went from nightly calls from them both, to now, you were lucky to get a call once a month and even then that was usually phone tag with you calling them or them calling you. All of you are just too busy with life now.

You sat your phone down on the nightstand and laid your head down on your pillow. 

'I guess that's a part of growing up…People drift. It's like the trauma was what held us together and the more they move on; the less we need each other.' 

You felt your throat burn a little just thinking that thought before tightly closing your eyes. 

'Or the less they need me like I do them…'

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It was almost afternoon as you sat in the rental car's passenger seat. A picture of your aging Cherri on your screen. Your childhood cat that lived with your family passed away a few years back but you still had Cherri. A trusted family member was happy to take your extremely elderly dog in while you traveled. You swore to yourself you'd spend her final year or two with her instead of traveling for this dumb book signing. This was the last stop and then you were having a little chat with Rebecca.

 "Just text. I mean, you have a Droid. It's not 2005 anymore." Rebecca muttered as she eyed you.

"I know, I love this thing. But I still like calling." You admitted. It was SO much nicer than clicking each number anywhere from 2 to 4 times to get the letter you wanted. You hardly ever texted until you got your phone with an extended keyboard…You still kept the model Mark gave you as a keepsake at home. But a flip phone just wasn't going to cut it anymore.

"That's nothing, you'd die of overload with an Iphone." 

You huffed while calling Randy. "Who wants a phone with a touch screen you have to protect? And the screen is tiny too. I say it's just a fad and they'll die out in a year or two…"

"So, who are you calling up?"

You faltered as you heard Randy's voicemail after multiple rings. "…Well that sucks."

"What? Something wrong?" 

 You frowned as you looked at your phone. "Well, I tried calling Randy but he didn't answer and I don't want to call his house phone and bother his family this early…. There's Dewey." 

You pressed speed dial for him. Just to frown when it went straight to voicemail after a few rings as well. "...Which is apparently on duty." You drew out with a breath of air past your lips in exasperation. "So now, it's Gale." 

"Who?" 

"Gale Riley." You glanced at Rebecca. "Maiden name; Weathers." 

Her face lit up. "Oohh, god yeah! She was such a boss back in the day! Kid me had, like, starry eyes seeing her on tv." 

You smiled and held up a finger as Rebecca nodded while driving. Just when you saw the interstate sign pointing West to Woodsboro. 

It rang one time before she picked up.

"Hey, Gale? Everything okay? Kind of picked up real quickly there." You mumbled.

"What? Oh yeah, just…Writing my next book! I'm so busy with it. Halfway there. And my phone was beside me so… " 

"Oh, totally get it." You smiled to yourself knowing that the computer screen was blank and she was desperate for a distraction. You continued. "I tried calling Dewey but he didn't answer." 

"Oh, yeah…Sheriff Dewey is a very busy man." She muttered. 

"Yeah. So, if he panics later just let him know I was just reminding him I'm visiting Woodsboro today." 

"Today?" 

"Book Signing. " You felt uneasy as the 'Welcome to Woodsboro' sign came into view. "I'll be doing the signing at noon and was wondering if I could visit? I haven't even seen your place yet. It's only been what? 9 years of owning it?" 

Gale released an amused huff on the other line. "Yeah, something like that. I'll text you the address." 

"Thanks. And could I get Randy too? You know he only brings the family my way. I know it a little but I need a refresher because it's just a street away from his parents but I swear to god all those houses look alike." 

"Yeah, I'll send it your way…Listen, it's fine if you're too busy. So am I, obviously, but maybe we could get coffee? I've been dying to shit talk to somebody about this one pushy tart deputy at Dewey's work that keeps buttering him up with treats. Guess what? They taste like cardboard…" She was silent a moment before saying. "...Well…Unless you're running out of here as soon as you can. Been a long time since you stepped foot in this town." 

You sighed as houses came into view. "...No, I'm staying at least till the first kill." You deadpanned, no real humor in your voice.

"Yeah right. I'll see you later. Dewey's going to be over the moon when he finds out his surrogate sister's in town." 

You didn't know if that was sarcasm or genuine. You and Gale were not best friends by a long shot. Not even good friends. Honestly, sometimes you fight like two divorced parents trying to play nice while sharing custody of the kid aka Dewey. And yet, sometimes you both were the only company you had these days.

You listened to Rebecca talking aimlessly about nothing in particular as she drove. You sat in the passenger seat and suddenly it was like you were a 17 year old girl again…

 The memory played out in your head. Your family tried engaging with you as you sat there solemnly in the backseat. Torn up at leaving your old life behind for this place. You could just reimagine the view from the back window; looking at the town you only visited for your grandparents every so often. You dreaded being at a new school at the end of your Junior year. But your grandparent had a health scare and it was closer to your parent's work so you really had no choice in the matter when your folks decided to move there. Any other issues in life pertaining to you or your parents lives just sealed the deal for them even more.

You shook your head slightly with a forlorn expression when you both passed the school…Still the same after 15 years. In your mind's eyes, you could picture Tatum laughing and walking beside Sidney out of the bustling building. You closed your eyes a moment, imagining them waving at you as you passed by before opening them again. An ache in your chest slowly formed…You truthfully hadn't thought of your old friends in a decent amount of time but coming back here just seemed to resurface old wounds. It was so easy to be back in time to 1996. Preferably the Summer before your senior year. You were young and carefree as any teen could try to be. James being a new boyfriend that wasn't abusive yet. Sidney and Billy seemed in love and Tatum was freshly dating Stu. Randy making you laugh or roll your eyes at him at the video store, chilling with Tatum and Sidney at their houses or yours. Watching movies with Stu and Billy who at the time seemed like normal guys that genuinely loved their girlfriends and were just good friends with you…

You glanced at the car's mirror. Your sad face staring back at you and suddenly reality was crashing into you that most of your memories of that group weren't as real as you wanted them to be as far as Billy and Stu were involved as well as what followed just a few short months later. From James, to the strain on your group's friendships, to the very obvious reason why the tension was happening being revealed at the party that night…Those moments of naive bliss you had prior you would never, ever get back.

Rebecca rambled while you were in your own world. "So anyways, I told him he's a complete tool. Because, come on. How can this not be a good sales pitch, am I right?...YN? Hellooo?" 

You jolted slightly as you realized she was directly talking to you and not herself. "Huh? Sorry, just…Getting lost in thought. I haven't been here in 15 years. I literally moved away not even 2 weeks after…Well…You know what happened." 

"Okay, speaking of which. I know your character in Stab was with them-" 

"Right." 

"And you were not, based on your court case I read about." 

"Yes." 

"Sooo…"

"Yes?" You asked with a raised brow.

"Okay, don't take this the wrong way but both of those guys were kind of hot for freaking seniors. I'm not a pedo or cradle robber, I'm just saying! I mean, if I had two guys that cute that were obsessed with me in high school? Murderers or not, I'd think about it…So, did you ever think they were attractive? Ever?" 

You felt the silence in the car. You wanted to be normal. To just admit that yes, they were attractive, their shitty personalities and selfish choices were what sucked but you were attracted to them. Who wasn't at the time? They were two of the most popular and arguably better looking guys in school that hung out with you. You got hateful looks your way just as much as Sidney and Tatum did. It's why the rumors about you were so easily spread. One day when you were talking to Stu in the hallway, him leaning over you with his arm on the locker as you tried to move away from him flirting because he was just recently dating Tatum but you know Casey saw it. Her locker was just down the hall. You were sure even if she broke up with him; seeing him so hyper fixated on you instead of still being hung up on her bruised her ego enough to spread the nasty rumors about you. James was threatened by them as well for the same reason…They were sought after in Woodsboro. So finding out they both were secretly in love with you had you so shocked it ALMOST rivaled the shock of them being the Woodsboro killers…Almost. You wanted so badly to just admit it and have girl talk you didn't get with anyone else.…But considering your trial in the past and the people online trying to dig up your case again; you trusted no one with that info. Especially a fame mongerer like Rebecca. 

"They were alright looking, I guess. " You lied with a nonchalant shrug and redirected it. "Nothing to excuse them from being monsters." 

Rebecca scoffed. "Well duh, they were! Please, they may have not been the nicest but that Billy looked like Johnny Depp and the other guy-" 

"Stu." You knew he'd just about shove Rebecca out of the moving car if he was here.

"- He wasn't bad looking either, I guess. Not my type but apparently he dated some of the most popular girls of Woodsboro High so he had something going for him." 

"Yeah, he was charming and popular and used it to manipulate people." 

"But you seriously didn't want them at all before the murders?  You had to have at least looked or thought about it. I mean, these two guys were obsessed-" 

"With getting their way no matter what." You interrupted her. "Besides, they were dating my best friends and I had a boyfriend at the time. I had no interest in them.

She gave you a once over from her seat. Looking like she wanted to say something before her mouth dropped. She pulled up to the bookstore and your heart sank.

 "Oh crap." Rebecca grumbled. Pulling in as you froze in your seat 

A handful of people with signs screaming at you with signs. Your picture is marked out on a few or 'guilty' written in bold red letters designed to look like blood. You even saw a few of Tatum, Sidney, Casey or Steven with their names and the word 'justice' written on them.

"Okay, just hold your head high and ignore them…You'd think the least they could do is have police here. What else do these small town feds have to do but shovel donuts in their mouths and bust some crack heads here and there?" She grumbled while undoing her belt.

You swallowed, slightly taken aback yourself that Dewey wouldn't be here to rally them away. Looking up to see rows and rows of Ghostfaces on the pole lights near the store. "I'd say damn kids with that-" You pointed, letting your finger fall as you gave a wary look to the small angry crowd. "But…The adults are acting kind of ridiculous too…Isn't this welcoming." You sarcastically mumbled, feeling your anxiety creeping in.

Rebecca shoved her door open. "Screw this, I am NOT having these frigging freeloaders hogging the media attention I-…We worked for!" She slammed her door shut as you gave a shaky sigh. 

Rebecca made a wide gesture to the angry crowd trying to boycott your book and you. Still convinced in the conspiracy theory that you actively helped Billy and Stu and you just got away with murder and were now profiting off of it. 

You were scared of crowds like this just as much as Ghostface. Especially after you almost died from a crazed conspiracy nut seeking 'justice' more than a decade ago. Despite that, you sucked in a breath and got out of the car.

Rebecca grabbed you and led you by the shoulder as you just prayed no one had a gun. 

You heard "Murderer", "We don't want you here", "Leave Woodsboro" as you walked by the 8 to 10 people protesting. Rebecca said a nasty remark back as you said nothing. Numb to it at this point as your assistant slammed the door shut.

"I'm gonna rip the owner a new ass for not handling that. Wasn't me threatening his cat over your set up not enough?!" She marched away as you saw the people still holding up signs, chanting at your picture on the store window. Rebecca slammed a door to a backroom looking for the owner.

You ran a hand over your face, already eager to get the hell out of this town. It wasn't like you didn't have naysayers in other towns but this one felt different…It felt worse.

 An orange cat eyed you curiously from the desk across the room. Leisurely lounging and looking rather plump and content with itself but watching your every move. You walked over to pet it but it jumped off the desk and ran behind a bookshelf.

'You too, huh?' You thought before you went over and sank into a seat at the table you'd have your books signed at.  Staring down at yourself on the cover. You wanted to go home already. YOUR home. Away from people and bullshit like this. Be with your very small inner circle, your aging dog, your small comforts. Anything but this.

Your thoughts were interrupted as a man cleared his throat and you flinched in response. Fearful a protestor got in and could be holding a gun to your head for all you know.

"YN, I'm such a big fan...So hey, can I get some special friends discount or something? By that, I mean, free?" 

You faltered, slowly looking up to see a man's belt and white button down shirt…Your eyes roamed higher to see a green sweater over top of it near your white table in front of you. Your eyes traveled more as a relieved smile slowly stretched over your face. 

"Ray." 

He grinned down at you. A light stubble on his filled out face. A few pounds gained since you were in your early 20's but still some muscle there too. You were sure he still worked out even after physical therapy just not as much with his busy schedule. His hair was in the same volumized, fluffy swept back style he had in Hollywood, just shorter or thinner with age.

He grinned as you stood up. Not having seen him face to face for almost a year as awful as it sounded. 

Randy remarked. "I never thought I'd see you back in this shithole. I mean, you're star status now." 

You gave a chuckle and walked over to hug him. He hugged you back, holding onto you for a few moments before you gently pulled away a bit. "Yeah, whether I like it or not." You replied unable to help looking at the crowd and he put a hand on your shoulder to look back at him instead.

"Hey, screw them. You've came a long way and they don't know what the fuck their even yelling about…" His eyes trailed down with raised brows as he fully pulled away. "And then there's…You." He huffed with a bemused smirk.  "Wow, you in heels is an eerie sight from your usual woman of the woods get up." 

"Oh, shut up." 

"No, seriously. Did you raid Gale Weathers closet?" 

"Ugh, do not compare me to Gale. " You grumbled with a huff.

"Or what? You can't give me pain anymore, Mistress. My wife will have a say in that." He showed his wedding band for emphasis.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I think if you annoy her as much as you annoyed me in the past; she'll make the exception."

"Not if you're dressed like your going to Fashion Week, she won't. She wouldn't even recognize you if she walked by the window." 

You shoved away from him lightly. "Oh God, stop. Seriously, it's just heels…Your just mad it makes me taller-" 

You went to measure your height with a devious grin, doing the same thing you did at college before that party until he smacked your hand away with a small puff of air escaping past his lips.

He took you in again, his smile fading before shaking his head slightly with a smile. "Seriously though, you look good! Really! It's just so…So-" 

"Different?" You asked with a raise of your brow before your face fell ever so slightly. "Yeah. It's not exactly what I wear on the regular…But…I'm a product and the packaging is what sells. " You gave with a bitter smirk.

His mouth parted as he stared at you. The teasing gone from his face as looked at you. "...Is…Is everything okay? Are you happy with all of this?" He gestured to the table with all the copies of your books. 

You almost told him the truth but quickly forced a smile and shook your head. "No, I'm okay. I'm just…I'm grateful. I mean, I'm privileged with the opportunities given to me from very less than ideal circumstances. I guess…Just wish I could wear a comfortable dress boot with the leaves turning soon." You lost your smile to ask him the same question. "And you? Are you happy with everything?...It's been awhile since we talked. Like, really 'talked' talked face to face." 

He faltered as well before giving a 'pssh' noise between his lips and an outrageous smile. "Of course! I have a beautiful wife that is way out of my league but still stuck it out with me. Two wonderful kids that are everything to me. A house right here in my hometown, I can walk and move like I was never in a coma from being stabbed over a dozen times, I'm freaking alive for god sakes!…No…Life threatening Incidents in a decade. Life is good!" 

You didn't believe that as he folded his arms and closed himself off as he spoke to you. Your brows rose slightly as you softly asked. "Well…And the video store? Everything okay?"

"Yeah! Y-Yeah so great that I now have two businesses in town." 

"Really? Which one?" 

He gave a big gesture to the bookstore with a tight smile.

You gawked at him.  "...This? YOU'RE the bookstore owner Rebecca talked to earlier?!" 

"Yep. She is a very unpleasant woman, by the way." 

Your face scrunched as it dawned on you. "Wait, why didn't you tell me you owned the store I was scheduled at? Why didn't you tell me about the bookstore in general??" 

He sighed heavily. "I was going to but I've been so busy lately. Seriously, I hope my kids remember I'm their Dad at this point." He faltered before his shoulders sagged. "And…I guess I just didn't exactly want to brag I own not one but TWO pieces of shit businesses now. Thank God for Karla's job at the bank." 

"What? Ray, is everything okay financially? Are you and Karla okay?...I know life got away from us but you know you can still tell me anything…Right?" 

Randy stared with a harsh swallow and frown. A protester got extra loud outside enough to break the silence as Randy rolled his eyes, walked to the store's window, and  jerked down a curtain to hide you both from view. He continued as he walked back towards you, arms falling at his sides. "We're okay but it's not…What I want for my family…I know you called and I missed it and I apologize for that. I almost called you back but I just decided I wanted to surprise you instead. I mean, you certainly surprised me with your Assistant putting your face on my store window!…Those assholes out there were not a part of the surprise, obviously. They just arrived 10 minutes ago... I'm sorry, I tried to threaten them with the police but they're not leaving until police arrive and APPARENTLY Woodsboro's finest have more important matters to attend to because dispatch will send an officer when they're 'available'." He rolled his eyes. "Thank fucking god no ones dying her or anything." 

You sighed. "I'm sure Dewey has a good reason for the lack of officers available. He's worried about my safety too." 

Randy nodded. "Yeah, I know…It's just we barely talk as is and then your welcome wagon is that? He couldn't have made sure to be here or send a deputy no matter what?" 

 "Don't worry about it. I've had worse…But back to you. If you're struggling then why do you own this too? What about the video store?" 

"It's…Tanking." He sighed out with a frown as he looked to the ground in shame. "I just came to look over this place instead of my employee Jenny because you were in town…AND she didn't show up to work today or call in. It's weird for her though; she's usually a pretty good employee…. But trust me, any other time, I'd love to be surrounded by films…People just don't rent movies anymore; not like they used to. When I bought the store from my older than dirt boss years back it was like a dream come true. 'Yes! I have something to rely on instead of some pencil pusher job for a boss somewhere!'." He mimicked excitement before dropping the act and slumping his posture. "… But I'm starting to think being my own boss isn't worth the hassle." 

"Was it really doing that bad?" You asked with a grimace. You looked around and saw Rebecca outside through a back window, stalking the yard. Still looking for Randy. Having gone out a back door, apparently.

Randy continued with a frown. "Yeah. The video store really did feel like something and…It's just fading to nothing. I mean, even Blockbusters are shutting down so how does the little man stand a chance? People are relying on that Netflix thing more and more every year. And this place feels like I invested in a steaming pile of crap too. I'm only supplying mostly romances to middle aged suburban housewives wanting to spice up their marriage. Seriously, none of these kids pick up Stephan King anymore. It's fucking sad." 

"Be honest. Did you read when you were a teen?" 

"ACTUALLY, I did." He gave with his arms folded and a smug look.

"Oh yeah? Comics don't count." 

"I'm telling you, I read! I was wise beyond my years." 

You released a huff of laughter at that. "AND reading for school projects doesn't count…Or Stephen King and Clive Barker's 3 books circulating in the library." 

He opened his mouth then closed it. "Ookkay, maybe I wasn't the biggest bookworm compared to my love for cinema but I did read. These kids today don't read books at all! I swear to god, if it's not on their phones or tablet; they don't look at it." 

You shrugged. "I think they read blogs and …Fanfiction online?" You drew out. Unsure if that was even the right term.  

Randy raised a brow  "What the hell is that?" 

You gave an exaggerated shrug.  "I don't know, I just know it wasn't popular when I was their age. I heard Rebecca talking about it with a friend. Something about someone made an erotic fanfiction of Twilight and Rebecca was trying to get a hold of the writer to get her to make a bdsm book about it next year?? I have no idea what the two have in common but I kind of want to look it up later out of morbid curiosity." 

"Weird. What? Is Bella gonna finally punish Edward for being a stalker? Or is a threesome finally gonna happen-" 

You cut him off, silently kicking yourself for bringing it up. "Randy, please. No Twilight rants. I KNOW you hate it." 

"It SUCKS, Yn. It's just some Mormon women's secret wet dream disguised as her inserting herself as Bella, I mean, what the fuck does a 100 something year old man want to do with a teenager anyways? What the hell could he have in common with a kid that doesn't even know what Zima is? And why is he so emotionally constipated with the personality of a rock? Isn't he trying to blend in with his alabaster marble like skin and bright fucking golden eyes? Furthermore, why is he at highschool? People graduate early, who the ever loving hell wants to be in high school forever? Worst years of my life aside from Middle school. And don't even get me started on the fucking sparkles and no drinking human blood!" He ranted a mile a minute.

You groaned softly to yourself and hung your head. "Oh god..." 

"Salem's Lot was a classic, Fright Night a masterpiece of 80s vampirism, The Lost Boys is still enjoyable to this day, John Carpenter's Vampires was kick ass, Near Dark which no one mentions despite it being one of the first western vampire films and having 3 great actors from Aliens! Alien was tremendously better, sequels suck, but that's besides the point!…And most of all, Dracula.. Don't even have to elaborate on that one. Okay, they were all vampire movies. Cold, undead, fanged up assholes that loved being a vampire. They LOVED drinking blood! What the fuck is the point-" 

"RANDY." You snapped before giving him a look. "I know, okay, I know!…Besides, why do you know so much about it if you hate it?" 

He wore a scowl on his face and looked away. "Because Karla's made me take her to see all 3 movies so far and guess what we're seeing this November?" 

You raised your brows with an amused smirk. "...Twilight Breaking Dawn?-" 

"Fucking Twilight Breaking Dawn" He answered before you could even get it out. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. "After all the cheap horror movies you probably have had her watch; it's the least you could do." 

"Yeah, yeah." He sighed out.

"THERE YOU ARE!" You both flinched at Rebecca's voice. "What half brained, idotic, little man are you that you can't do one simple thing; KEEP. THE POSITIVE SHINE. ON. YN. Do I gotta skin that cat or what?-" 

Randy held up his hands. "It's not even my cat, Lady! He just waltzed in one day and never left." 

You raised a brow. "So it IS your cat then?" 

Rebecca went to yell again and you held up a hand. "Rebecca! This is Randy!...Randy Meeks. The other Woodsboro survivor and my friend! Turns out, he's the owner." 

Randy gave her a sarcastic smile and wave as she faltered.

"...Oh." She straightened herself up. "Well then, you can still do something about that outside. Where are the cops?" She pointed to the protesters.

"I already called the cops and they're busy. What more do you want?" 

"BUSY?" She snapped before adjusting herself with a glare while marching out. "Want something done right…" She slammed the door as you both grimaced. 

Randy gave you a sideways glance. "I'd lecture her for slamming my door but I'm kind of afraid to." He looked at you. "Uh…Should we go help her? I mean, I'm the man here and she's just a tiny thing-" 

You chuckled sarcastically as he gave an offended look your way. "What? Okay, What YN?" 

"Sorry but you don't know Rebecca. She's like a fake splenda version of Gale; she'll be fine." You gestured to the door. "But I mean, go out there if you want. Since you're the man here and all."

He looked out the door of his shop and grimaced slightly. "Uhh…Nah. No, you need someone to protect you here more than Gale Jr. out there." 

You tilted your head with a smirk. "Oh, that's good. I feel so much safer with someone to protect me. My hand that was stabbed from fighting a man twice your size gives me trouble making a proper fist. And I get dizzy sometimes after another man punched me in the mouth and smashed my head into a bar. So, I'm so glad THE MAN is here to save me." 

Randy gave you a deadpan expression. "Bitch please, I was stabbed 14 times."

"And yet…What's your kill count? And who saved your ass multiple times? And remind me how many times you were the main target?" 

He rolled his eyes with a sigh. "I fucking held my own, smartass." 

" I know, just screwing with you for old time sake. Don't be mad, I know if a protester came in you'd be the first one to hit them." You chuckled and shook your head as you saw a bin of books on a nearby table. You picked one up and showed him. "We got at least 20 minutes till the book signing…What are these?" 

He huffed with folded arms but walked over to join you. "Those? Oh, books that aren't doing so hot. There from some lesser known authors that apparently aren't exactly best sellers." 

"Yet. It just takes one." You gave and Randy nodded. You picked a few. "Juliette Morris…J.R. Whitney…Summer Raine. Never heard of them." You picked one up and eyed the dark cover. "Robert Gray." You mumbled.

Randy gently took it from you to examine it. "Yeah, I was eyeing that one. Seems like a psychological thriller. Not my type of horror." 

You rolled your eyes. "I know, no blood or boobs, huh?" 

He put the book down. "I take offense to that. I'll have you know, I enjoy plot." 

"Uh huh. The plot of a big set of lungs running from some guy in a mask?" 

"Uh those are Classics; show some respect! "

"I don't have to respect shit when I lived through it." 

"Fair enough. But besides that, you know I actually do like plot to my movies. I'm not Stu-" He faltered. Both of you paused as he said it. You turned around and he shook his head with a bewildered expression. "Jesus, where'd that come from?" 

You stared a moment too, a bit of fear ran through you at the Randy even saying his name before you sighed with a shrug and a tight smile. "Well um…Bound to happen eventually, I guess. Me being back here, talking about horror movies with you like we were in high school again…It feels like we're at the video store and Stu's gonna come by any minute knocking over the vhs tapes just to irritate you while sticking his tongue out at me." 

He gave a look of disgust, a bit of uneasiness in his expression. "Can we please not talk about that reject? Slip of the tongue and it won't happen again." 

You parted your lips to say something but it died in your throat as you curtly nodded in response, looking back down at the book bin before he took it for you. 

"Anyways, I better let you get set up. People should start pouring in within the next 20 minutes. Let me just put these in the horror section. Yell if you need me." He gave a quick smile to you before walking away. 

You sighed and nodded to yourself. "Can do." 

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The protestors died out. Well, some stayed but a few left after Gale saw some woman threaten to release personal info after she found out one's identity through a private facebook account that still had their pfp as their face and full name. Then, she threatened to post  them on twitter. A few promptly left but just as many stayed. Holding up the signs that Gale stared at; trying to chant over what you had to say.

Gale eased back from the small crowd gathered inside; eyeing you talking to everyone. A protester tried going in with a sign but she stopped him. "Lloyd, don't you have anything better to do? What would your kids think?" 

He glared at Gale, sign still raised with your picture marked out in red. "They'd be proud knowing I'm defending their cousin Steve's death from the likes of her." He pointed, raising his voice as you kept talking and tried to ignore it.

"Stu and Billy did that and you know it. She was proven innocent." Gale mumbled. "I have the lawsuit and half a million dollars lose to prove it." She mumbled the last part.

"And you proved yourself a coward too. Judge could have been paid off for all we know. You started this, you brought it to everyone's attention, you showed the facts… Just to be a quitter. Out of my way-" 

Gale jutted a hand out as he went to march past her. "I wouldn't do that, Lloyd. This is private property owned by my dear friend Mr. Meeks. You step one more inch of your fat foot in here and my husband the goddamn Sheriff will charge you. You want to yell out there like an idiot that's your American right but don't bring it in here." Gale hissed out. "Now get your fat drunken ass out of here or maybe that lawn that was wrecked coincidently after that bar fight you had with the homeowner will be coincidently reopened?…Everyone has cameras now. I'm sure if I used my old reporting skills; I could find out just who did that…Got it?" 

The man huffed, looking at her in disgust. "One day, your mouth is going to get you in trouble." He pointed at her in a warning as he walked backwards.

"It already has." She muttered back. Focusing back on you as you seemed to handle the protestors with more restraint than she ever gave you credit for. Unbeknownst to you that she was even here let alone defending you from people like Lloyd.

She just…Stared a moment. Taking you in. It was crazy to her. 

 'How did you go from a kid that was shaking over your own shadow to a professional woman selling these schmucks books like they were lined with Jesus's freaking toilet paper?' She thought.

She huffed softly at the thought, tilting her head to watch you. She swallowed as she saw you engaging with everyone in the middle of Randy's newfound shop she knew wouldn't make it, but then again, she didn't think you would either.

She couldn't help feeling…Cast out. A frown on her face. Once youthful skin now bore thin lines near her mouth and eyes. Seeing you up there in your prime, a professional dress and high heels on that looked like something she might have worn, a crowd eager to hear from you and your book…Meanwhile, she couldn't seem to even write her own. No one stopped her on the street anymore, no autographs or photo ops…She closed her eyes a second as she listened to you…You were all grown up now…She was aging too. A part of her could easily see a younger version of herself in you as you gave your speech…She hated it.

She still had her doubts about Tim and James not being Billy and Stu but after a decade of peace; she'd be an obsessed fool to harp on it now. Dewey was Sheriff of Woodsboro like he always wanted, Randy had a happy family and owned a few businesses in town, you were a national treasure…It seemed like everyone was doing something but her. She was so lonely she even was looking forward to coffee with you; coming clear down here just to see you. That's just how pathetic it felt that she was having coffee with the girl that technically ruined her career and yet she had no one else…

You finished talking, Rebecca talking for you to have people buy book copies of the New York Times Best Seller while they lasted.

You walked away before your smile fell, eyes landing on Gale. Gale stepped away from the entrance and gave a curt smile as you forced one on yourself. 

"Gale…I'm glad you came." You said. Not very warm but not outright hateful either. Both of you hadn't seen each other in a long while. You never were very close…A punch in the face at Windsor followed by a lawsuit that made headlines didn't exactly scream 'besties'.

Gale slinked over, taking her time to take you in before forcing out. "Congratulations, YN." Her cool eyes gazed at the table. "I haven't had a chance to read it yet but…" She trailed off. It was a lie. She had read it but something in her didn't want to admit it.

"Oh, well, you can have a copy or I can send you one if we sell out." You replied as Gale gave you a humorless smile at the comment. So similar to what she had told Sidney Prescott 15 years ago outside the police station. 

You gave an awkward shuffle, raising your arms then lowering and raising before stepping forward. Gale was never one for hugs and she knew you didn't exactly want to hug her either. It was all a big, curt, polite show in Gale's eyes that she played along with. For Dewey, for Randy…Even for you. She wanted to hate you but you made it hard proving her wrong over and over. She surmised eating crow over and over makes you more…Tolerant of the person feeding it to you.

You both pulled away with forced smiles as quickly as you hugged. Gale saw Randy standing in the background watching. Observing your exchange as Gale forced a smile his way over your shoulder. He gave a nod with a small polite smile as well.

You completely stepped away with a genuine happy expression as you exclaimed. "Dewey!" You quickly rushed over to hug him tightly. Dewey pulled away sooner than he normally would. Gale frowned at her husband. After all, he hadn't seen you in so long so why not savor the moment? 

"Hey YN. Gale you made it. Good." He breathlessly gave. 

He seemed frazzled as Gale eyed her husband.

You spoke up. "Dewey, I tried to call you." 

"And I tried to call too, SHERIFF!" Randy chimed in, standing next to you. "Those protestors are probably running for the hills now with your cop car about..." He checked his watch. "...45 minutes later." 

Dewey gave a remorseful grimace. "Oh, God. Are you okay?" You nodded before he continued. "Do you recognize any of them?" 

Randy and Gale exchanged glances as Randy nodded and Gale replied. "Yeah, a few. Lloyd Oarth was one of them." 

"Good, good...I'm sorry. Something really important came up…I gotta do something here." He took off his hat and anxiously ran a hand over his hair.

Gale raised a brow. "Dewey, what's wrong?" 

"Just- YN, I need to do this here…I am really sorry." He moved you out of the way and addressed the room right as Judy came barreling in. Police cars speeding down the block to get to the bookstore. A few protestors on the sidewalk scattered but police instantly got out of their cars and forced them to stay. Gale could hear that much and see it from the window.

Meanwhile, Dewey addressed the room. "Excuse me. This will only take a minute! I need you all to stay where you are and remain silent." 

A woman went to leave and Judy pushed her back inside. "Nobody leaves. You heard the Sheriff. Thank you." Even her voice had Gale side eyeing her.

Gale watched some mouthy woman with brown hair and a blue shirt tell her husband. "Can't this wait, Barney Fife? I'm running an event here!" She guessed the event runner was your assistant.

Gale felt a tinge of guilt having said the same thing about him in her book years and years ago. It was pushed aside as she listened to Dewey and more cops came in. Randy put a hand on you as he pulled you towards him. 

"Ma'am, this is a police event now." Dewey replied back.

Gale came to Dewey, blinking repeatedly and whispering to him. "WHAT is going on??" 

All before Judy stepped in between them to tell Gale. "Gale, this is police business. If you could just let us handle it." 

Gale instantly felt that familiar rage filling her at this woman having the audacity to use her little badge as leverage to disrespect her in front of her husband. 

Gale's eyes zeroed in on Judy. "I am talking to my husband, Deputy Judy." Gale used deputy like an insult as you watched.

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You felt Randy pull you closer and out of the way of police rushing into the building as you watched Gale getting heated with some blonde deputy near Dewey. You weren't positive but you were pretty sure this was the infamous Judy she talked so fondly about.

Your eyes scanned the area, glancing at Randy as he wore a nervous expression. You were sure you had the same look on your face.

Gale spat at the deputy overstepping. "I am talking to my husband, Deputy Judy." 

Dewey turned to Gale, you and Randy. "Listen. There's a phone we believe may have been taken from the scene of a crime. Deputy Hicks has traced its coordinates back to this location." He hissed out low to not alert anyone but your group.

Randy blinked at Dewey, eyebrows scrunching. "W-What crime?..." Dewey didn't answer and Randy asked again more forcefully this time. "What type of crime, Dewey?" 

Dewey shook his head and walked a few paces. "It's…Need to know for now." 

Gale shoved her hands out in outrage. "And I'm not need to know?!" 

"SHH!" Judy ordered with a finger to her lips and you thought Gale looked ready to smack her right then and there. You watched on with Randy as Dewey held up a cellphone…All before a ringing sounded out.

Everyone in the room looked around before an officer outside shouted for Sheriff Dewey. Dewey and Judy ran out followed by Gale. You and Randy followed close behind with a small crowd behind you out on the street. A few protesters were held up by officers as well. 

You looked confused as the officers circled your rental car. Judy got out her gun and pointed to the trunk as Dewey came towards it.

You stared with wide eyes as you came forward to get their attention.

Dewey held up a hand. "Not now, YN." 

You gave him a dumbfounded look. "Dewey, it's my rental car." You felt eyes on you as you said that. Rebecca gave Dewey a sassy look before tossing the keys to him to open the trunk up.

He did just that, forcing it open as a collection of gasps escaped everyone. Rebecca stared with her mouth parted, Randy's jaw clenched as he held a tighter grip onto your shoulder, Gale gasped and stood closer to you as well, gripping onto your other shoulder…And you…You just stared with wide eyes as a bloody mess was revealed. Posters of your face littered the trunk of the car drenched in blood smears over your image. A knife, gloves and the ringing phone lay on top. Staring back at you in a taunting manner.

Dewey quickly recovered, almost angered at what he found. "Damn it! This is an official crime scene now. Let's lock it down." 

You stood near the trunk staring in absolute shock as someone pushed you away and you just allowed it. Spacing out as your heartbeat was thumping in your ears and your stomach sank. 

You numbly stared at Dewey and asked. "...Tell me this is a prank, Dewey." 

Dewey rolled his lips, looking remorseful before shaking his head and walking closer. "I'm afraid not, YN." He shook his head and placed an arm on your shoulder to lead you. "Come on." As he led you to a police car. 

Gale stayed back and so did Randy as Rebecca got on the phone and called someone. You looked back at Randy one last time before stepping into the cop car. He had a worried expression with a tight frown. Not even looking at you; only the evidence in the trunk…You had to wonder…Whoever did this; how did they unlock it without the keys?…Who's blood was that?

You saw the protestors that stayed behind glare at you in the police car. That trunk makes you look like what they always thought; a killer.

[some-beans]

Howdy! i was wondering if I could request twisted wonderland x gyomei!reader(gender doesn’t matter). Cause that man is the definition of gentle giant and I feel like he needs more love.

YES YES AND YES !! HE IS MY FAV HASHIRA I LOVE HIM !! also sorry if it took a hot minute, life do be crazy

✎...pairing: twisted wonderland x gyoumei!reader ✎...themes: chaos, gentle giant reader, can be seen as platonic or romantic, ace slander [ affectionately ] ✎...notes: can you tell which characters are easier to write for, male implied reader !! ✎...enjoy !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

iー

first, he has floyd's lanky ass to worry about aND NOW YOUR GAINT ASS??

riddle cannot catch a break from these tall ass people

but he'd much rather have you around considering you're not trying to squeeze the ever-loving shit out of him

also, you're very gentle and respectful about the queen of heart's rules, which riddle appreciates greatly

he may or may not had ー what cater calls a 'moe moment' ー when he saw you being so cautious and gentle with the hedgehogs

riddles heart = doki doki

however, very much a tsundere about it

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘

trey is bamboozled

first of all, how can someone be that tall??

second, how can you be so gentle and considerate of others??

cuz yk. . . nrc is full of assholes

now because you're built like a goddamn semi-truck, you eat a lot and with trey always baking something new, you kinda get stuck with tasting whatever he makes

not that you mind, obviously

this is trey's baking we're talking about

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

did a double take ngl

100% gets meme-worthy pictures of you from interacting with other students who are short ー especially, riddle, ortho and epel

pls don't tell riddle that

or epel

ortho doesn't mind tho cuz idia loves them

but those photos came at a price

what?? cater was not gonna let the opportunity ー with your consent and cut ー to make a profit when he discovered how popular you became from a selfie he took with you

yes, there was a struggle

and yes it was funny

did try to get to join the light music club when he found you playing the shakuhachi, which is a type of flute

𝐀𝐂𝐄

a high-pitched scream left his mouth as soon as your giant shadow covered him

almost pissed himself too

definitely uses you as a shield whenever he bites off more than he can chew when fighting someone

pussy

anyway

sometimes you allow him to do that, but when you're not in a good mood, you will be making sure ace learns his lessons

almost had his head beat into the ground because of stupid shit he did

may or may not have pissed himself a little

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄

a nervous wreck

but plays cool cuz he knows not to judge a person by their looks, even though you like the type of dude to easily smash his skull in

easily sees you as someone who should be respected

also

would do any errand or favour you ask of him

no if's, and's or buts, or questions asked

homeboy really out here being a

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

look

leona isn't really gonna bother with you unless you bother him

but then again, you do slightly put this lion on edge

you're 7'2 tall and 130kgs of muscle

leona was not gonna fuck with that

however

despite the muscle you have, you make a fantastic pillow/cuddle buddy

but don't tell anyone that, got it??

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

almost shat himself

why??

cuz he tried to snag something from grim and you quickly intervened by grabbing his arm

lowkey almost snapped it clean in half

ruggie swears that you're blind but ig he underestimated your other senses

is very cautious around you

but overtime ー and with the gifting of food ー ruggie slowly warmed up to you

i mean, you're a b i g guy and ruggie is definitely going to use that to his advantage if he finds himself in any trouble

straight up bolting to you

��𝐀𝐂𝐊

what's this??

a new training buddy??

of course, jack doesn't show how he really feels about seeing your stature, however, his tail betrays him greatly

*cue tsundere wolf noises*

considering his the oldest sibling in the family, he felt a weird sense of comfort from you

which was like he was being protected, leading him to ask his siblings who said that's how they felt around him

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

nope

just nope

even tho you're human, azul can't help but imagine you as a big ass shark or orca merfolk, and scares the shit out of him

however

once he saw you cry over something small ー which was simply stepping on grim [ which was the greatest crime ever ] ー he knew you were kinda like a crybaby just like him

this did lead him to try and make a contract with you

. . .

that didn't work

and almost got his ass scrambled

maybe don't try to make a deal with a dude that can easily crush your skull

. . . jk unless?? 👀👀

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄

finds you to be an anomaly

you have this intimidating height, bulky muscle and strength greater than most non-humans on sage island

and yet, you cry

at everything??

fascinating

he does also try to get you to eat his. . . food ー more like hazardous concoctions ー and tries to pull you along to go hiking

emphasis on tries

you won't fucking budge

great seven

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃

you're his jungle gym

sorry not sorry

whenever you're around his focus is on you and trying to climb you

you're his favourite thing to squeeze because you don't really get affected by it

however, he did try to nom on you and quickly learnt his lesson

he got his ass handed to him

so don't tell jade

or azul

or anyone for that matter

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

sure, was kalim initially terrified of you?? yes

but did that change when he saw you happily crying while surrounded by cats?? yes, yes it did

kalim tends to buy you a lot of cat-themed items and such

definitely cried a waterfall when he found out he couldn't really help with your blindness

you also cried but that was from how sad kalim was about not being able to help you with your sight

jamil definitely had to calm both of you down ー though it was mostly kalim

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋

finally, someone who he doesn't have to babysit

is secretly grateful when you take kalim off his hands so he can get other shit done

he kinda suspects that you've taken care of kids before but you deny it every time

he gets angry-flustered when you're the one taking care of him or kalim, and doing his chores out of the goodness of your heart

he's not used to it, at all

he kind of wonders if his unique magic would on you cuz yk you're blind

but seeing as rumours went around about someone seeing you easily push a boulder around for strength training

jamil would rather not face any consequences of involving his unique magic

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐕𝐈𝐋

vil was initially indifferent towards you ー because he saw you sitting down at first ー but that very much changed

seeing your height and. . . muscles, vil knew you'd be a hit amongst a certain group of fans

he definitely does try to find lotions and whatnot to help with your scar along your forehead and to help with how rough your hands are

not that vil actually minds how rough they were

also when you two end up going shopping somehow, you are most definitely holding all the bags

every. single. one.

but you don't really mind as you're more of a minimalistic person compared to vil's standard

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊

rook was vibrating with excitement

you'll be his biggest hunt yet !!

and even though you're blind you could easily sense him, and rook enjoyed that thrill of being caught

he was having a field day

tbh he really sees you as a challenge

and a beautiful soul, no less

you most definitely cry at any poems rook spouts and rook swears cupid repeatedly hits him with his arrows at the sight

𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋

epel = jealous

like how dare you take all the height and muscle, and yet cry at just about everything??

man's angy

however

that does not stop epel from trying to train with you and jack

*cue an angry vil*

of course, you don't anyone to be upset, so you came to a compromise that you'd teach epel total concentrating breathing help with being faster and such without 'ruining his adorable demeanour' as vil put it

epel grumbled but complied after he noticed he could run a little longer and lift slightly heavier things

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

listen

ngl he fainted when he first saw you

both you and ortho panicked

and you, well, you cried

after the whole fainting fiasco, idia very much kept an eye out on you through various cameras and ortho

look, with a dude, your size, of course, idia was going to be suspicious ー he may have faltered a little when found out you were blind, but he wasn't going to take any chances

however

that all changed when he found you surrounded by cats ー grim and lucius included

idia was fuming with jealously

*arthur fist*

but overall, i feel like idia would still have some hesitancy around just because of your height alone

don't get him started on your muscles

got him reminding him that you're like an anime character or something

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

quite frankly thrilled to have someone like you that was taller than him and probably just as feared ー even if you were a magicless human

you two would 100% go on nightly walks with malleus spitting facts about gargoyles and grotesques, and their differences

once malleus really warms up to you, much like leona, you are his pillow and cuddle buddy

but only when he manages to escape the watchful eyes of sebek, sliver and lilia

his tail has managed to pop out whenever he receives any level of praise from you

he's like a giant puppy

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

being as old as lilia has been, it's been a rare sight to see someone even remotely close to your stature ー let alone a human of this height

but does that stop him from being the chaotic lil shit he is??

no, absolutely not

he loves to teleport behind and gauge your reaction

fyi it always ends with you swinging a fist

have you almost knocked lilia out before?? on multiple occasions

but over time you got used to lilia's jumpscares

*cue sulky bat fae noises*

but doesn't stop lilia from inviting himself over to where ever you are and chatting up a storm

you two also trade stories, from raising kids ー which only lilia knows about ー to various battles you two have respectfully fought

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

he was startled out of his nap when you sat next to him

was so ready to through a punch but stopped

why??

cuz you wanted to pet the animals that surrounded him

and seeing your figure softly smiling as you gently pat all of the animals made silver's heart just warm

a.k.a doki doki

like sebek, he would love to train with you but is more confident to say so

even if he's a little shy

doesn't really try total concentration breathing after seeing what happened to sebek, instead focuses on becoming physically stronger

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊

sebek being sebek, shouted obviously

may have tried to fight you

backed down when he saw you fold floyd like an omelette

you now have some of sebek's respect

good job !!

100% asks to train with you, especially strength training ー but is a tsundere about it

also wants you to teach him this stone breathing of yours, which he believes is magic and you're lying about being magicless

that thought comes crashing down when he dies from trying to copy total concentration breathing

swear he hack up a lung

though he's persistent and tries again and again

you praise him for it and he has to physically will himself not to blush and have a squiggly, dopey smile on his face

[pavardscherie]

Could you do some jealous Julian Brandt smut for a female reader please. There’s a criminal lack of Julian smut on here.

— it's the yellow-black, julian brandt

⤷ pairing: julian brandt x female reader ⤷ summary: julian comes home from his match against Frankfurt and sees you in one of his pre-match shirts of his. the shirt just sparks something in him, he can't control.

⤷ warnings: p in v, dirty talk, hand around throat, a little bit of praise kink

⤷ requests are open.

⤷ izzy talks: alright, this idea just came up, and i really don't know how it happened or how i literally wrote this so quickly with little giggles. lol. i didn't fit the jealous part, I'm sorry, but i will probably write another. hope you're still happy!

the stretchy material, colored in the significant bumblebee yellow and deep black, wadded up between his fleshy fingers, julian adjusted himself from his position behind you. his calloused palms could be pressed into the smooth skin around your waist, blemishing your body with marks in purple and blue. yet, he decided against it after seeing you in the expensive long-arm pre-match shirt with his name written on the back.

coming home to such a sight, you snuggled up in front of the television, the television turned on and watching the last match of a saturday night, made him feral. he knew, you've watched him play, you kept your eyes glued to the brightness of the device and searched the pitch for his figure for ninety minutes.

and when you stood up, wanting to welcome him home and congratulate him on the win against frankfurt, his eyes almost popped out of his skull. the way-too-long pre-match shirt with the borussia dortmund emblem reached the mid of your thighs on the front but only ended underneath your ass, barely covering the cheeks. he lost himself at that moment.

innocence glistened in your tired eyes, the exhaustion of staying awake for hours in front of the television, swirled in the color around your black pupils. the second, you stood in front of him on your tip-toes, wrapping your slender arms around his neck and waiting for a kiss, julian changed his mind. picking you up and carrying toward the shared bedroom without a second thought.

exactly how you ended up on all fours, the pre-match shirt in dortmund's colors bunched up around your waist, and julian's right-hand holding on to the material while thrusting into you. hips snapped forward, the sound of skin hitting each other filled the room with a mixture of whimpers and moans from your mouth.

fingernails dug into the pillows underneath you, the harshness of julian's thrusts made it difficult to hold yourself further up. you were tired from a boring day, from the bright light of the television and the warmth of the blanket, but you could never deny such an opportunity. since borussia dortmund fought for the top of the chart, julian has always been busy. improving his skill, attending extra training sessions, and running through the neighborhood.

wetness pooled between your legs, flooding down the insides of your thighs as the speed of julian's pounding increased. balls slapped against your sensitive clit with each hard thrust, angling it perfectly to reach the spot inside of you that triggered the pleasurable waves.

"holy shit, you can't imagine how fucking hot you look in that shirt. my name written on your back, fuck, feels like possessing you, baby." julian's words increased the already twisting feeling in your stomach, your orgasm was closer than expected. a particularly loud moan rolled off your tongue at the last words, hinting at a little kink you tried to keep hidden for quite a while.

but julian caught the change in your moans, the slight increase in volume and the high-pitched part at the end when your voice already started to break. "oh babe, you're mine. fully and completely mine, no one else gets to see you like that."

"i'm your, jule." you spoke between the uncontrollable waves of moans and needy whimpers for your release. julian's arms wandered over your spin, reaching over your shoulder to wrap the fingers carefully around your throat. a necessary action to help you reach a much greater orgasm than you expected in the past minutes.

rough pads pressed into the smooth skin, tightening your windpipe and making it harder to inhale and exhale oxygen. the gestures seemed rough, yet, julian always stayed gentle and careful. pulling you up slowly, he arched your back and allowed your arms to rest from the immense strength of his thrusts, they had to withstand.

his chin placed on your shoulder, his other hand gathered more of the fabric in his palm and pulled on the shirt whenever he pounded into you. a small amount of extra force added with the new position and new actions, your lids fluttered close at the extraordinary feeling.

"are you going to cum for me, my love?" words, merely whispered against the side of your neck, the warmth of his hot breath fanned against your skin and erupted in a new wave of shivers. you nodded your head, not having enough strength anymore to speak with his long fingers wrapped around your throat. "speak to me, or i will stop."

his raspy voice, the deep vocals, had an edge of a warning. like the devil spoke through julian's mouth to you and threatened to leave you unsatisfied. and the football player knew, your delicate fingers could never please you as much as he could with his fingers, tongue, or dick. "yes, i'm so close." you panted, forcing the words out of your mouth in a hurry to assure enough oxygen was left inside of you to breathe normally.

"good, good." julian chuckled quietly, a devilish sound that made it difficult to keep the pleasure-filled haze under control. "then cum for me, babygirl. cum for me, only for me." he punctuated his request with a particularly deep thrust, his hips slamming against your ass and demanding to feel your walls clenching around his painfully hard dick. as if your body wasn't yours anymore, you were pushed into the world of bliss and pleasure.

moans, uncontrollably, spilled out of your mouth. repeating his name between the filthy sounds, it sounded like a prayer. a thankful, little melody for pleasing you so perfectly. attempting to clutch your legs shut, your walls clenched around julian's dick. squeezing the shaft tightly, letting him have a taste of your orgasm. arousal covered his dick further, flooding further down the insides of your thighs, and the warmth was enough for julian to reach his own high.

a couple of deep, quick thrusts, and you felt the white spurts covering your the walls of your pussy. but he wouldn't let it go to waste and kept moving with very lazy and soft thrusts. enough to trigger the soreness further, an already uncomfortable feeling spreading through your exhausted muscles and begging for a break.

"don't want to waste the precious stuff." julian cooed, blowing gentle kisses along the side of your neck, and still holding you tightly in place while fucking his semen tightly into your sore pussy. "mhm." you hummed as an answer, completely worn out from julian's actions, and the way he handled your body.

when he reached a level of satisfaction, julian carefully pulled his limp dick out of your hole, and smiled. the white spurts he left inside of you, stayed in the warmth of your walls. the fabric slipped out of his tight grip, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to lay you down comfortably on the king-sized bed.

"you've been such a good girl for me." the blonde male spoke the good girl-praise so casually as if it couldn't trigger a second orgasm from you in a matter of minutes. "next time, you might wanna wear my jersey." he chuckled, hovering above your body to place a soft kiss on your sweat-covered forehead, and received a tired smile from you for the loving gesture.

"i love you, jule." you whispered, turning on the side and letting your lids flutter close without even attempting to fight it.

"i love you too, sweetheart."

[femme-from-hell]

𓆩♡𓆪 More Lupin III HCs 𓆩♡𓆪

More Thoughts On Lupin & Co. (This one is a little long)

lupin is super picky about his coffee and WILL get pissy if he doesn't get it how he likes it.

Fujiko made Lupin coffee for the first time along time ago after their first night together when they started their little situation-ship and Lupin has drank his coffee like that ever since.

Fujiko drinks energy drinks and Lupin is repulsed by them. Lupin caught her drinking one but she’ll deny it until the day she dies.

Jigen drinks his black because he can't handle too much caffeine. (for context, black coffee has a pretty low caffeine content for those who don't know.)

Lupin was a track and field kid. As seen in the events in Lupin Zero -sorta spoiler warning for those who haven't seen it-, his dad wanted him to live a normal life, so he convinced his son to do something normal kids do to get his energy out rather than stirring up shit. Lupin was reluctant but fell in love with the sport.

Jigen has really pretty hand writing but Lupin’s is shit, so Jigen writes all of Lupin’s cursive calling cards, but Lupin signs them. Sometimes Lupin just makes Jigen write things for him when he doesn't need it because he just really likes his hand writing.

Lupin likes drawing doodles on all of his notes, letters, etc. Without fail, Lupin's papers are littered w drawings of him, his friends, sometimes Zenigata, or whatever treasure they're after.

Zenigata doesn’t cook often, nor is he the best at it, but he really enjoys doing in nonetheless.

If Lupin doesn’t get his ‘beauty sleep’ he just turns into a full blown bumbling idiot, like I’m talking walking straight into door frames, tripping over his own feet, all of it

On top of that, if someone interrupts his sleep, he gets incredibly pissy and short tempered.

^^Jigen kept blasting opera over the radio once in the hideout, resulting in Lupin being woken from his nap. Without even a second thought, Lupin rolled over on the couch, shot the radio, and rolled back over.

Lupin has A LOT of scars, it comes with the territory of nearly dropping dead with every job he takes on, and he uses his skills as a disguise artist to cover them up because he feels self conscious about them.

I feel like he's a perfectionist so he would see these scars as reminders of how he could have done better or could have done more.

Fujiko is a big spoon and you can pry this thought from my cold dead hands.

Lupin has a little collection of those 3d puzzles, even rubix cubes, and he fiddles with them to keep his mind working during stretches of travel or when he can’t think

Both Goemon and Jigen have tried to use said puzzles out of curiosity but got frustrated when they couldn’t figure them out

Because Fujiko rides motorcycles a lot, I like to think she has a lot of automotive knowledge and has tinkered with the Fiat once or twice.

Lupin doesn’t let her near it often because she isn’t afraid to sabotage the car if she plans on double crossing them.

Lupin is great with kids, but is incredibly irresponsible. He isn’t a big fan of dealing with them but once he’s got attached to them, all hell breaks loose. He is the kind of person that if they asked for ice cream for dinner he would absolutely respond with “WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT”

Goemon rarely sleeps on missions, in part because he always wants to be alert but also in part because he sleeps like a rock. Like, if a shoot out fight started right over him he would be snoring on cloud 9.

Goemon tried smoking like Lupin and Jigen once but he coughed everything up for a solid minute and hasn’t touched another cigarette since.

Lupin will borrow Jigen’s suits once in a while when he needs to tone down the color a bit but Jigen refuses to touch Lupin’s stuff with a ten foot pole no matter how much Lupin insists he would look good with a pop of color.

Jigen has perfect pitch, which is one of the main things that plays into his taste in music.

Lupin has trash taste in music, like absolutely horrid and he is banned from touching the radio in the car or the portable one on look outs.

The gang will regularly play cards together, and of course Lupin, Jigen, and Fujiko are cheating but Fujiko will actively sabotage Jigen and Lupin if Goemon starts losing really bad. Goemon knows how to cheat, he just refuses to.

Based off that one McDonalds commercial with Goemon ordering ahead on his phone, I like to think that when he discovered he could order food over his phone he went a little nuts ordering his favorite food from the local Japanese joint down the street. Like, I'm talking several hundred dollars worth in a day.

Lupin and Fujiko aren’t the best at apologizing when they get into a fight with someone, but I like to think that when they try and apologize, it's sorta just a thoughtful gift they’ll slide to the person they were arguing with.

Lupin has never once forgotten Pop’s birthday and leaves him a little something every year. It's never anything stolen because he knows Zenigata wouldn't accept it if it was.

Lupin’s fur coat from his green jacket days (the one he was wearing in TWCFM) was one of the first extravagant things he bought with money he stole.

Lupin writes everything down, he’s the kind of person when presented with a riddle or a puzzle, he needs to do a hand full of scribbles that only make sense to him and then he’s got it solved. More specifically, he writes in his grandfather’s journal he found in the movie Blood Seal of The Eternal Mermaid.

Lupin has a pretty high pain tolerance but when he so much as gets a small cold, he’ll moan and groan about it.

Yikes, this got long! But I still have so much more, what is a little guy like me to do! Guess ill just have to actually post more rather than just rebloging stuff at 2 am...

[blubushie]

TF2 questions for ya:

Favorite ships if any?

How well do you think you'd get along with the various mercs? Not how much you like em as characters cause I know I very much enjoy Soldier as a character but I could not last 5 minutes in a room with him before we started arguing and it would probably end poorly for me.

I love canon so SoldierZhanna is my only "real" OTP but I basically consider HeavyMedic canon at this point and I enjoy that ship and their chemistry a lot. I also very much enjoy ScoutPauling because Scout's so cringefail but I also want him to be happy and get the girl of his dreams because I'm a sucker for romance and happy endings, and I think he'd be great for helping her relax and have some freedom aside of work. I also enjoy SniperScout because "never shuts up" and "never talks (much)" is a fun dynamic to me.

Favourite crackship is AdminSniper because they're married IRL and I don't think shagging your boss is very professional so it's funny to me. Be professional (except when you're shagging your boss).

How well do you think you'd get on with the mercs?

I kinda covered this here? I'm going to copy-paste some of that but also add more because reasons.

Scout: His incessant yabbering would probably get on my nerves at points but it'd also mean I'd always have someone to talk to. We could discuss baseball and shit. His idiocy is endearing to me and I would constantly take the piss out of him in subtle little ways that he probably wouldn't even notice. Probably easily impressed too. I could skip a rock and he'd sing my praises and I appreciate a little ego stroking (and I'd laugh my arse off when he goes "Pssh, I can do that to" and the rock immediately sinks). Honestly I'm just a sucker for rays of sunshine. I enjoy peoplewatching so I'd love to take him camping and sit down in a folding chair with a beer and watching him try to figure out how to pitch the tent (and then be surprised when he finds out I don't usually even use a tent).

Soldier: Reminds me of my dad. I'd like to get in his head and talk about the military and shit (not that he ever actually was in it, but still). Would take him off-roading but end up dumping him like an unwanted dog when he breaks my Hula Girl.

Pyro: Scares me. Would still do a tea party with him and let him dress me up in a skirt or paint my nails even but only if he promises not to chop my hand off or start a bushfire. Would kill to be a badass and light a dart off his flamethrower. Also would just enjoy reading to him as long as he doesn't tell me to slow down.

Demoman: So many stories. Would love to share a bottle of single malt Scotch with him. I need him to rate my mixology skills (of which there are none. I can make a screwdriver and that's it, but I try). Would love to discuss chemistry with him and have him show me how to make [redacted by the ATF]. I don't know much about Scotland so I've love to discuss legends and cryptids native to our homelands. I can cover two countries!

Heavy: Would like to discuss Russian literature with him. Gives me "alcohol and heavy machinery weapons don't mix" vibes so I probably wouldn't be able to drink with him, but I'd love to discuss books and philosophy and hang shit on communists and go shooting with him. Bonus points if he lets me shoot literally any of his miniguns.

Engineer: He makes me wish I was taller so I could tease him about it. Bonus points if we're just the same height because that's even funnier. "I'm short but I've been told I'm Spiritually Tall, therefore I'm taller than you." Also if he wouldn't mind a little extra work I'd let him have a butcher's at Matilda to find out why her engine makes that ticking noise sometimes when I got over a hundred. I'm not very smart with machinery (my greatest achievement is making a battery out of a lemon) but I'd love to hear him explain it to me even though I wouldn't understand a goddamn bit of it.

Medic: Bloody hell you have no idea how much I wish I was mates with him. Look at my blog and is it any wonder? Oh, to be his assistant for just one day. I've got steady hands! We can discuss bush medicine and natural toxins and all kinds of weird drugs and a million other things. Would let him scar me. I want him to literally rearrange my guts and chat with him all the while because I'd be awake and watching and asking dumb questions like "Is that my appendix?" despite knowing fully well that it's on the other side behind my liver and not my stomach just to hear him correct me. I want him to praise me on the condition of my heart and liver and then backhand me about the condition of my lungs despite me not inhaling. I should've listening to my parents and gone to medical school.

Sniper: ...Aheh. The bush is lonely and bushmen have a tendency to stick together (when we aren't at each other's throats threatening to kill each other territory). I want to make him brekkie with something I hunted (or fished) and we could talk firearms and snares and wildlife and Australia and stars and whatever else. I want to do shrooms and DMT with him. I want to hear the story of every scar he has, I want to exchange stories of our time in the bush and Outback, I want to ride horses with him and have him be my muster mate for just one ride. I want to hear about the world and all the places I've never been from the eyes of someone who gets it like I do. He is the only person I would ever allow to shoot my rifle.

Spy: French, incredibly obnoxious, but I'd still like to be mates with him. I'd love to hear his stories of espionage and women and jobs gone wrong and jobs gone right. I want to sit in his smoking room in a silk smoking robe and enjoy the finer side of life for a while. I want to smoke a $6000 Cuban cigar and taste its flavour on my tongue and chase it with a sip of Scotch that's so rich I'll dream about it for years to come and cost more money than I'll ever see in my lifetime. I want to indulge and discuss tobacco and fine liquor and antique revolvers. Only bloke I'd ever dress up for and I'd put up with him taking my measurements for a suit.

[norcalbruja]

Not-Fun with Hypnos

What's up, today/yesterday (August 5, but I posted this at almost 2AM) was incredibly stressful! First of all, I woke up to a power outage at 10am, and I had to hunt around for the new landlord's business card for several hours while I worried about the food in the fridge getting too warm. (Don't worry, I found the business card and the power's back on! No spoilage!)

While I was dealing with that, I waited about an hour past a scheduled job interview, only to get the response that they'd already filled BOTH positions I applied for.

That would have been nice to know an hour or so BEFORE my interview, not afterward. Fucking hell.

Dionysus recently went Therapist-Like on me a couple of weeks ago, and he said that since I'd been asking the spirits to try and help my insomniac ass get to sleep with mixed success, he figured it was time to ask Hypnos for help. I'm constantly trekking to an Otherworld cave to try and "soundproof" my way into sleep, so Dionysus was like, "if you're gonna sleep in a cave all the time, you might as well go to the cave owned by someone whose JOB is to put you out."

Behind the cut for Freaky Shit!

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Hypnos is a young-looking brunette with a very soft and high-pitched voice. He's also very laid-back and sweet. So laid-back that he often sounds like a stoner, but that is beside the point.

He lives in a cave with a giant mass of flowers and greenery covering the ground. I was surprised to find this is literally his home in mythology, when I checked Wikipedia to make sure my gnosis matched up with known records.

Dionysus was like "Babe, I tell you all the time that you're not crazy, why did you check Wikipedia right now? DON'T ANSWER, I KNOW YOU HAVE A HISTORY OF PEOPLE CALLING YOU CRAZY."

And I was like, "But I also thought I was mistaking Hypnos' name for a Pokemon, so it wasn't ALL for that reason!" (Note: Hypno is the Pokemon, Hypnos is the Greek god.)

So the not-fun part about Hypnos' cave is that the plants, at least for me, TRY TO CLIMB ALL OVER AND CARPET YOU IN THEM.

Naturally, I freaked out when they started doing that and I went, "NONONO I AM NOT DOING 'THE LAST OF US' REENACTMENTS!!! I DON'T WANT TO BE A MUSHROOM ZOMBIE!!!"

Hypnos kept assuring me, "Honey, they're not trying to hurt you! Just listen to the plants, they're really happy and they know you want to sleep! Relax!!!"

Then the Green Man showed up for like, emotional support. He was also assuring me that the plants are nice, and they are not going to eat me, and the whole point of getting to Hypnos' cave is to let yourself go and sleep.

But as my dear readers probably know by now, I am anxious as FUCK even when I'm not freaking out. I have a hard time relaxing anywhere.

And Hypnos' plants REALLY like the Green Man, so they were just rooting in and tearing his skin up. And he started vomiting plants while he was trying to help me calm down, so THEN the Water-Spirit tried to help.

But the Water-Spirit's real form is made of water, and the plants don't seem to mind too much that he's seawater. While they started climbing all over HIM, they started "reverting" him from his human form back to his waterspout/man-made-of-water form. And he was like "No, plants, stop! I'm trying to calm her down, and I can't do that while I'm splashing everywhere!"

So with two out of three Emotional Support Men accidentally scaring me more once they got there, my first visit to Hypnos was a disaster.

But there's nothing else I can do right now, so I've been trying to go to Hypnos' cave and like, ACTUALLY go to sleep there at some point.

To his credit, Hypnos has pegged me for "the chick who can't sleep because she's got Too Much Stuff going on in that head." And not just because Dionysus brought me over--he senses how I'm always restless and unhappy all the time.

Rather like Dionysus, he knows that a lot of my unhappiness would be gone if I could just get a fucking break, have an art career, and afford my own place, but for now I have to go to Hypnos' cave and let the Sleepy-Time Plants try to engulf me.

[bemystargirl]

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃 — 03

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 after being rescued from a plane crash and stranded for nineteen months , Naomi Miller left town. Its now twenty-five years later. With a new identity , Amelia Davis returns but the horrors never left her.

; swearing violence

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𝗡𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 soft grumbles in her sleep, tossing and turning under Naomi's bedsheet covers, her blonde hair was a mess sticking out in different directions. her makeup was smudged, particles of her mascara fell to her under eyes, Naomi was wide awake. Every time she would blink her eyes would adjust to the pitch black ceiling, lulling into a void of nothingness, the wind blew and whistled at her slightly ajar window, the branches banging at the bricks. 

Her mind was playing those memories with Jeff like a VHS tape, continuously repeating his words in her head.

"I love you." 

"You're so beautiful." 

Was it all bullshit? Everytime she would convince herself those words were true her brain decided to play a trick on her and remember the party, the weird smiles and chuckles him and Jackie would share together. Then it would lead to how much of a horrible friend she was, to Tai's words. 

"Your a loyal friend." Yeah, fucking, right.

Her cold fingers would massage the hickeys, messily covered with concealer on her neck, shivering from the contrast of body heat, she would sigh, then the cycle would repeat again. 

Amelia sat in the creaky blue school chair, her legs crossed, nibling on the inside of her cheeks thinking about what to say, Shauna sat beside her rather then a pissed look like Amelia she had a worried face plastered on top, Then there was jeff. His lips formed a frown, brows furrowed but his eyes were sad, the same worried expression Shauna had. 

"You can come in now." The door creaked open a women late 30s stood in the doorframe, a not so neat bun a way too short pencil shirt and a way too bright bra poking through her white blouse. 

"Fucking finally." Amelia grumbled, standing up first pushing past the women she stepped into the principles office, she had put a lot of thought of what to say when Jeff drove them all to the high school, but seeing Sherrie's curly brown hair, tan skin and blue eyes paired with a dried nosebleed made her want to scream. 

"What the fuck where you thinking, Sherrie?" Amelia gasped, stomping over to her daughter lifting up her head to wipe away the left over blood, Jeff and Shauna went over to Callie's side she was mostly fine, apart from a slightly swollen left cheek and a small bruise. 

Sherrie went silent. 

"You better have a pretty good reason for this before I-" Amelia gritted her teeth before the principle started talking. 

"Thanks for getting here so quickly." He nodded, Amelia took the seat, right of Sherrie, Left of Shauna, Callie sat in the middle of her and Jeff. 

"Its.. Fine." Amelia put on a smile, Shauna nodded. 

"Well.. After a thorough investigation." He began, Amelia rolled her eyes. 

"We think that, this was over... a boy?" The principle cringed as Amelia scoffed with disgust 

"A guy? You fought a girl over a guy." Amelia's jaw dropped as Sherrie cringed, biting her lower lip.  

Shauna and Jeff's eyes met

"Its not my fault she's a fucking cunt." Sherrie spat out her words like poison, leaned towards Callie rolling her eyes, Jeff's eyes widened 

"Woah-" Jeff begun, Shauna put a hand on his arm shutting him. 

"Have you gone insane? I get that shits been tough, but you don't get the right to be a dickhead because of it!" Amelia watched as Sherrie sighed, slouching her her chair

"What even happened for this- fight to break out?" Shauna asked Callie, she looked away 

"She was flirting with my boyfriend." Callie mumbled making Sherrie let out a laugh

"Oh my god, are you that insecure or something, I wasn't flirting with him, we were paired up for a science project!" Sherrie growled as Amelia pushed her back

"Woah, calm it down. So.. you were paired with her boyfriend for a science project, she thought you were flirting with him, then what?" Shauna asked Sherrie 

"Then she started shouting at me to 'leave her boyfriend alone, that 'he doesn't want me' so i said i was just trying to do my work, so she went all fucking crazy throwing punches and shit." Sherrie snapped as Callie looked down at her feet in defeat. 

"Holy shit." Amelia let out a laugh of pure disbelief as the principle finally said something. 

"Well, given both girls got into a fight, its mandatory I suspend them for at least a week."

Sherrie grunted as Amelia took her phone off her shoving it into her back pocket as the five of them left the school building, Amelia chuckled as she saw Jeffs car. 

"Fuck, right, I hitched a ride with you." Amelia sighed turning around to look at them

"Oh.. No worries we'll give you a ride home." Jeff shrugged , Sherrie grunted.

"What? Why were you with them to begin with?" Sherrie tugged on her mothers arm 

"Because smartass, they're our neighbours, Just get in the car, the real adults need to speak." Amelia watched as Sherrie stomped off to the car, Callie barely looked up at her. 

"Fuck.. I'm so fucking sorry.." Amelia's tone changed in seconds "I mean, I knew moving would be difficult and shit but- I don't know what I did wrong.." Amelia sighed looking to the car, Sherrie's eyes following the sky. 

"No no, its fine, its Callie's fault anyway." Jeff shrugged, Shauna nodded, Amelia bit her lip as she thought for a second looking back from the car to them 

"You three should come over for dinner tonight. we can sort this out, properly."  

No Diggity from Blackstreet blasted through Naomi's radio, Nat joking humped her, Naomi folded their clothes, a laugh escaped her as she pushed her away, the two dancing around her room. 

"What about... this?" Nai pulled out a small pink flowery dress, shaking it to show the frills 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we were packing for nationals not to go to bible camp with Laura Lee." Nat laughed throwing her folded underwear at her, only for Naomi to stick her tongue out at her turning back to her wardrobe looking for more clothes.

"Bring more jumpers and shit, My dad told me Seattle is like, really rainy." Naomi threw her mauve sweater as Nat. 

The plane was an understatement of rich, it was massive, clean and otherwise perfect. Naomi had never been on a plane before, her father was already too busy traveling around the world for his job and her mother was probably too drunk in some random alleyway to even remember she had a child, her hand interlinked with Nat's as they walked down the pathway, choosing a random isle to sit together, 

Natalie ended up dragging Naomi to some random seat, taking the window seat whilst Nai took the middle seat, the two giggled as the plane begun to move. 

Naomi let out a yawn. Maybe not sleeping all night took a toll on her. 

Her head rested on Nat's shoulder as she drifted to sleep. 

Naomi felt Nat's shake her awake, both of Nat's hands went to her upper arms forcing her to jolt awake. She was tired, looking around, her eyesight of blurry and confusion began to kick in, Nat pulled down Naomi's mask forcing it around Naomi's face. It was shaky, causing the two to rumble around in their seats a little. 

After a while of blinking herself awake and trying to comprehend whatever Nat was trying to say to her, she looked out the window. the plane was going down. gushes of wind sped past them, the sky quickly changed into a forest 

Nat gripped onto Nai's hand, her black nails digging into her skin, causing it to turn white, Naomi turned her head there was a lot of screaming. there was a lot of banging and rustling around the plane moved a  lot, Naomi probably had a few bruises from the amount of times she banged her head.

The plane crash landed into a forest. Nat's grip loosened slightly, she was sobbing hysterically, panting for air, Naomi was shaking, breathing heavily she shook as she tried to stand up, pulling Nat up with her. 

Misty and Tai were prying open the door to the plane, Naomi took off her oxygen mask, letting out shallow breaths as she leaned against an empty seat. 

She could see Misty, Tai, Lottie and a few others leave the plane. Where was Van? 

"Fuck- No Shauna don't leave me!" The fire sort of overwhelmed her begging voice but Nai turned around, Jackie and Shauna soon left the plane

"Nat. Go." Naomi pushed Natalie towards the door, before mauveing her way past the rubble, she let out a sharp hiss as the plane moved again, barely able to catch her feeting. she felt the air leave her lungs as she passed the dead body of Rachel. 

"Van?" She yelled out, her voice was dry and sore, this time the plane moved again Naomi couldn't catch herself a scream was let out as a broken piece of metal impaled the skin above her hip, blood oozed out, soaking her yellowjacket's varsity jacket. 

"Naomi?" A voice yelled back, Nai tried her best to push forward to the back of the plane, The fire was growing closer, practically burning the baby hairs on her neck when she reached Van.

"Fuck- Okay, Im gonna lift this up, you need to quickly move." Naomi explained, she let out a moan of pain moving her blood covered hand to the cabinet, crushing Van. She nodded the best she could, unbuckling the seatbelt Naomi begun to lift, she let out grunts of frustration as her hand slipped slowly down leaving large blood hand prints on the cool grey metal, she let out another scream as the palm of her left hand was sliced open from a blown open piece of metal. 

Van threw herself out. Holding onto the opposite seat and Naomi's shoulder for support. Naomi gasped as she let go her hand had a large crooked cut from the bottom of her index finger to the freckle on the bottom right of her palm. 

The plane exploded, Naomi stepped out of the plane after van, right in front of Shauna and Jackie. 

"Surprise." Van grunted before pulling Naomi away, she turned back to see Jackie's and Shauna's shocked expressions. 

Van soon went off to hug tai, Naomi lifted up her shirt, the piece of small metal stuck out of her skin like mushrooms growing off a tree, the skin was bruised and sore, blood clots formed around her broken skin, tears of it dropping down her hips collected by her denim jeans she let out a gasp, banging the back of her head near a tree. 

"Holy fuck, I thought you died out there!" Nat cried pulling her into a hug, Naomi cried causing her to pull away, she winced seeing the blood gush out of her staining her white tank top red. 

"Oh, shit.." Nat groaned out loud catching most people attention, stepped back as Misty came closer, along with Shauna and Tai. 

"We need to take it out." Misty gave Nat whatever she was holding before as she moved to lift up Naomi's shirt. 

"W-wai-!" Naomi was cut off by Misty pulling out the piece of metal, a scream was ripped out of her lungs before the clattering sound of the metal falling to the ground was heard. Tai let out a gag as Nat shouted as Misty to stop. 

Naomi's head went dizzy, her eyes started to black out, she could barely make out words she felt as if the whole world was spinning, her head rested against the moss of the tree, her skin pale and sweaty with pink flushed cheeks.  

"Nai? Naomi stay awake!" Nat shook her awake, her eyes blinked, but the voices were becoming clearer, Taissa was by her side lifting her shirt up just under her bra whilst Misty wrapped a large strip of 'bandages' around her waist settling it on the cut, It was horrible to look at, the metal sliced her skin open in different ways the cut became crooked stretching round to her back slightly. 

"Misty, hurry the fuck up!" Nat screamed at her, before turning back to her brushing brown strands of hair behind her ears her other hand resting on Nai's good hand. 

Then the dizziness returned, splotches of black made her blink faster, her breath became shallow ,misty tightened the bandages. this time she couldn't stop from fainting.

"Wait, so you called your child after a Spanish wine?" Shauna asked taking a sip of the red wine, Callie and Sherry sat opposite of each other, both silent as they messed around with the food on their plates, Amelia let out a loud laugh. 

"No! Sherrie, with an ie, not sherry with a y." Amelia laughed sipping her wine. "I named her after Sherrie Levine, The famous photographer?" Sherrie rolled her eyes. 

"Famous photographer.." Jeff begun, repeating Amelia's words "You know who that remind me of, Shauna?" Jeff nudged Shauna who just shrugged taking another sip of wine. "Naomi." The air went silent around them, Amelia looked at her plate, gulping down larger sips of wine her, Sherrie and Callie waiting for her response, she had none, so jeff continued. 

"She was always great at Photography, what ever happened to her?" Jeff asked another sip of wine. 

"I don't know, she left town after the crash." Shauna's words weren't filled with hatred, but with sorrow, Amelia coughed. 

"How does ice cream sound?" Amelia questioned, taking another gulp of wine. 

"No, wait, I want to know about this Naomi girl, what crash?" Sherrie asked, leaning in closer letting her fork clatter on the plate. 

"You never told me about anyone called Naomi?" Callie agreed. 

"Well..." Shauna begun, Amelia shot up from her seat. 

"I'm going to wash the dishes." Amelia mumbled taking away her and Sherrie's plate, Callie stared at her confused. 

Amelia put the water pressure as high as it would go, hoping it would drown out the sounds of Shauna's speaking, it didn't. So she zoned out instead, aggressively scrubbing the plates, until the water turned out, She flipped to see Jeff, Plates in one hand, his other arm was still on the tap. 

"Oh, Im sorry." Amelia smiled, taking the plates off of him putting them into the sink. 

"No worries, you ok, you got pretty freaked out when Shauna was talking about the crash?" Jeff moved, leaning against the counter as Amelia put the tap back on, on a lower setting this time. 

"Im fine, I- Im fine." Amelia nodded putting the washed plate onto the pile of washed dishes, Jeff started wiping them down with a table cloth. 

"So, your new to town." Jeff begun small talk, Amelia wanted to sigh and tell him to fuck off but she swallowed her thoughts. 

"Yeah, I used to travel alot, for my work.. But Sherrie's  that age now, she needs to settle down for collage." Amelia rambled sort of hoping he would get bored and listen to Shauna instead. 

"Oh? What's your job?" He asked placing the now dried dishes into a new pile. 

"Journalist." Amelia watched as Jeff nodded placing the plate into the new pile, She picked up a knife, her thoughts went else where as the sponge slipped her grip, the knife slicing her palm open. from the bottom of her index finger, to the freckle on the bottom right of her hand. 

Amelia let out a shaky breath. letting the blood drip down her palm for a second before Jeff reacted for her. 

"Shit." Jeff grabbed her wrist leading it to the tap, watching the water turn from white into a light red colour. his large hand wrapped around hers as he placed the table cloth on her palm, pressing gently on it. 

"Nasty cut." He mumbled, keeping his hand against hers, moving closer so their arms were touching. 

"Yeah.."

A scream escaped Laura Lee, Jolting Naomi awake, her head went back as she felt the bandages on her side, remembering the cut the crash where they were. 

Naomi lifted herself up her gaze going to her left hand, it was wrapped up. 

There was a body perched in the tree Laura Lee stood at, horrified. it was coach, Javi yelled for his dad as Naomi stood beside him, a hand resting on his back. 

"Holy Macaroni, Is that?-" Misty begun, wide eyed. 

"Hes got to be dead, right?" Natalie asked before Nai smacked her on the arm. 

"Nat." Naomi warned, her eyes flickering to Javi stood by her side.

"Okay, who has the best arm?" Jackie begun before Naomi cut in. 

"What?- Oh are we going throw rocks at him now?" Naomi scoffed as Van agreed. 

"Oh yeah, that's a fuck-ton smarter, your on fire today, Jackie, oh wait that's supposed to be me." Van grunted, her words layered in sarcasm. Naomi looked at the ginger girl sadly.

"Okay, stop it, we need a plan." Shauna said cutting off their arguments. 

"We could lower him down with ropes?" Laura Lee looked around, holding her stuffed bear between her arms, some rolled their eyes but all stayed quiet. 

"Vines then, I don't know.." Laura Lee's hope disintegrated as Nat scoffed.

"fucks sake, Laura Lee, we're not going to Tarzan him out of the tree." Nat shot down her idea. 

"You got a better idea?" Jackie spoke up as Naomi cut in again. 

"Then shoes and ropes? Yeah, cut down the fucking tree. " Naomi shrugged as Jackie rolled her eyes. 

Travis came out and begun climbing the tree? 

"Travis?" Naomi yelled her hand going to his arm, but she was already injured and weaker then him he escaped her grasp with ease. 

Everyone shouted at him to stop, but of course he didnt listen, continuing going further and further up the tree, the tree creaked and moaned as he got closer to the branch his father was perched on. 

"Travis, dont be a dick, just- get fucking down!" Naomi yelled up at him.

 The branch almost snapped off, Van yelled at him to move back, luckily he did, the branch snapped off, the coaches body and the branch landed on the blankets, he was impaled in the chest, his skin was pale and sickly looking, Naomi gagged noticing the blood slowly seep through the blankets...

[tartrazeen]

Not enough, OP. Let's build on this.

Coach

Teaches law 101

He is also the school's football coach

Why teach law? The school's understaffed and the principal just shoved a textbook at him and said to stay a chapter ahead of the kids

There's another teacher who's covering PE, but "they don't have a bad knee," so "they can keep up with the kids"

It's total bullshit, and as Coach calls out, total politics

The principal and that other PE teacher are buddies, and it's not subtle

The deal is that Coach covers the law class, but still gets to run the football team, and in return, he keeps his thumb off the 'send' button to the district school board - and the PTA

Would he actually do it? Probably not. But it keeps them on their toes and leaves the football team firmly under his control

The team loves him

The class, not so much, mostly because a courtroom and the judicial system does not always lend itself to a one-for-one football analogy

He's two chapters ahead :)

Rochelle

English teacher

She runs a digital media club after school, mostly because they used to have a school paper but the last teacher running that let a kid ruin it for everyone

Whatever - she's teaching the kids how to do media digitally

It's surprisingly effective at teaching kids online safety, as well as how to safely subtweet someone into violating various platforms' TOS

The kids love her

English class actually goes well, too

She has three or four strict points on each assignment that students need to hit, but other than that, they can be as creative as they want

The keeners adore getting to express themselves

The slackers love not having to try lmao

The kids who are shy are finding their voices

Some fights and bad relationships have been broken up by Rochelle sensing tension, then making two kids swap papers midway through and finish the original point, helping them to learn the other person's perspective and empathize

She has many bets placed on which couples are gonna break up before prom

Nick

Teaches religion

Fundamentally the business teacher in that every single tax break, income loophole, legal shortcut, and targeted marketing campaigns gets laid out in perfect clarity

"The Bible is the bestselling book of all time. Do you know how much money that makes? Pick a state - we're gonna look up how many laws say you have to have one of those in arm's reach"

Introduces consumer lifecycles - aka how to target any dummy based on where they are "along their journey"

Encourages everyone to pick a religion; that's just good branding

"Find the kid whose religion hates yours the most and partner up. Today's lesson is 'The Illusion of Choice'."

Swaps the slide to a picture of Jesus whenever someone pokes their head inside

Taught students how to effectively station a lookout when they start to pivot their pitch from Buddhism to the real shit they wanna sell

"Did you know that if you do someone a favour, they're more likely to do a favour for you? Good - erase that from your mind. Don't do favours. Favours are gifts and gifts are money, and we wanna keep our cashflow headed in one direction. No, Emily, not the band. Jesus. No, Duncan, not the beard-guy. What's with you kids?"

Orchestrates the break-ups 'cause he's got money on it happening at prom

Ellis

Art teacher

Likes to find art in everything

Doesn't like to be a hypocrite

"Man, that is a great squirrel y'all found on that road. C'mon, let's see if its tail's gonna work as a brush"

Every other teacher has found their equipment in their classroom at some stage, to the point that it's the first place anyone checks anymore

"Tuba? Oh - you mean the Blue Blaster. Yeah, we just filled that on up with paint and let it rip against the wall. Tryin' to teach these kids that learnin' can be fun. Probably shoulda taught how to use the tuba first though, huh? Third kid in, tried to suck instead'f blow - hey man, not like that - but anyway, that's why I had to call his parents. Ain't much fuss from 'em though 'cause that paint was all non-toxic. Hey, did you know 'non-toxic' changes on what you're usin' it for? If it's non-toxic food, that means you can eat it. Non-toxic dish soap? Well, you probably still don't wanna guzzle that down. I ever tell you 'bout my buddy Keith and that one time he drank a whole bottle of dish soap? Yeah - see, he knew how tubas worked and that's why he drank it. We were gonna shake 'im up and let him blast a bubble big enough to catch a dog. Why a dog? I dunno - just a lot'f dogs around at the time, but it's another story on how that gator changed the neighbourhood a little. Anyway, that dish soap was non-toxic, but it got used up over a year ago and Keith's brother Dave actually put something else in - oh, you're leavin'? Okay, well, the short version is: Keith made a killin' cleanin' people's windows by spittin' at 'em. That's actually gonna be the lesson for next week, 'cause I did find some non-toxic-"

His morning class has the single-highest GPA in the school

The afternoon class has the worst, because it's after lunch and after Ellis solved all the kinks in what the morning class (or as he calls them, the "trial run") wasn't able to perfect

Zoey

MATH.

SHE HATES IT, THEY HATE IT, BUT IT'S A CONSTANT IN EVERYONE'S LIFE SO WE'RE GOING TO LEARN.

MAKE PLANS FOR HOW TO TACKLE MATH

DON'T LET MATH PUSH YOU AROUND

YOU THINK 2 + 2 IS GOING TO STOP EQUALLING 4 BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING THROUGH A HARD TIME IN YOUR LIFE?

THE WORLD IS CRUEL AND YOU HAVE TO DIG IN AND FIND THE SOLUTION, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES TO SURVIVE

STOP CRYING, STACEY, MATH ISN'T GOING TO MAGICALLY GET EASIER 'CAUSE YOU CRIED ALL OVER YOUR WORK

YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE? UNIVERSITY? A PETTING ZOO? ALL OF THOSE TAKE MATH

GRIT YOUR TEETH, GROW UP, AND JUST ACCEPT IT

EYES ON YOUR OWN TEST, DYLAN

Somehow the easier of the two math teachers

Louis

Math <3

"Great work, Cindy! I'm starting to see some serious improvement in your attendance!"

"Someone's already in the bathroom, Sanjit. You can go when they get back :)"

"Hey everyone! I just heard we're a whole chapter ahead of the other class! Go team!"

"Pronouns? Mine are only amateurs! Haha! But please let me know what you'd prefer and I'll write it on the attendance sheet. I've been using he/they lately!"

💖 Integrals are integral to learning! 💖

"The test will be multiple choice."

"I'm sorry, Rebecca, but I was very clear when I said blue ink wasn't acceptable. Make this a lesson on paying attention to the little things."

"Hey - the bell doesn't dismiss you. I dismiss you."

"Any questions? Rodney, I already answered that. I can't repeat every little thing."

"Wow! Everyone did amazing on yesterday's pop quiz! I guess that means the next one should be harder, huh? Haha!"

Francis

'Teaches' history

Does not stay a chapter ahead

Actually reads the chapter out loud and learns right alongside the rest of them

"'The women that stayed behind had to get factory jobs, which they were unwilling to give up when the men returned from war.' Hey, shit, I didn't know that. That's cool as hell."

Frequently leaves the class to go see if Louis knew

End of the year party for the longest word Mr. Francis sounded out

Accepts cash bribes

Grades based on how long the essay looks

"I mean - yeah, sure, the kid copied it, but you gotta give him points for figuring out what to copy."

At least one kid has 105% from doing all the bonus work

At least one exam was about the Lord of the Rings due to an elaborate prank with the teacher's copy of the textbook

"Well, how in hell was I supposed to know? You were the one that said dwarves were real, Louis. Sorry - little elves. Been workin' on my correctness lately."

Bill

Vice-principal

Has been doing this job a long time, but has never seen what these kids are up to their phones now

Stands for the anthem and the announcements

Heartfelt one-on-ones where the kid opens up, just to be suckerpunched with the in-school suspension they thought they'd dodged

"You're on the path to a real FaceBook, missy - a mug shot for selling crack."

The most efficient PTA meetings in the state

Openly drinks from a flask

Doesn't know if the kids calling him 'B-Block' is some sort of prison thing or some sort of rapper, and is prepared to adjust his disapproval accordingly once he finds out

Challenges kids to the Pacer Fitness Test for charity

Wins

Y'all hear me out: the l4d and 2 survivors but as teachers

Coach is the coach duh

Rochelle is the digital media teacher

Nick is the business teacher

Ellis is a substitute teacher

Zoey is the front office worker

Louis is the coding teacher

Francis is a bus driver

And bill is the janitor

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

Who the hell put After?

Pairing: ITZY Ryujin x fem!reader.

Word Count: 800

Genre: Fluff.

TW: Cursing.

He hits the wall hard, full of rage, and lets out a cry of frustration. He was always frustrated and hitting things, and you were tired of it.

You hate Hardin Scott.

But it's funny to hate-watch After with Ryujin, the two of you are the people with the highest level of sarcasm and hate (innocent hate) inside, so the comments you'd make are top-tier.

It's just, why does he have to act like a little kid? Not that Tessa is much more mature, but really-

Wait.

"Why aren't you shitting on the movie with me?" You turned to look at your girlfriend once you realized that only you were analyzing the film, "We waited for this to come out for months, we bought food, we prepared to roast the shit outta it, but only I'm doing it."

"It's just that" Ryujin presented a pout on her lips and looked at you with feigned spite "I'm mad at you."

"But" you paced your eyes nervously around the room, shifting on the couch until you were facing her "What did I do?"

"You" she pointed her index finger at you, straightening her body and bringing her accusing finger closer and closer towards your chest "you" she repeated more upset "you didn't hug me when the movie started." She slumped on the couch dramatically.

"Shin Ryujin" you scolded in a serious tone, incredulous.

"Never mind, you know, Taylor Swift once said" she looked at the ceiling, pretending to remember something "when people fall out of love with you, there's nothing you can do." She turned her eyes to you, who were watching her without any feeling, bored of her staging "They just don't love you anymore." She finished with a high pitched whine, as if you pinched her.

"Stop," you shook your hand in front of her, indicating for her to stop "that's enough, please." you placed your hands on her shoulders "Come here." You slid closer to her and wrapped your arms around her, to which she made soft sounds of joy "You're hopeless."

"Thank you." She whispered excitedly, sinking into your embrace and your scent.

You took the pause off to keep watching the movie, in which, weirdly enough, you were really into. It has no plot, the acting is weird and it's all very toxic, but your head was generating joke after joke about all of these factors.

Yet you couldn't concentrate on the piece of cinema history you were watching. Not with the love of your life leaving pecks and sloppy kisses on your neck.

You directed your hand to her hair, running your fingers through her black locks repeatedly, to this she reacted by sketching a smile and pressing her nose against your skin. You thought it was cute, so you gently kissed her forehead, not waiting for her to abruptly get up and start bouncing on her knees happily.

You watched her in surprise and she simply threw her body over yours again, your faces only inches apart.

"I love you." She said looking up at you with sparkling eyes, full of affection.

"I love you too." You replied honestly, holding her again.

At your words, she started kicking the air and giggling like a fifteen year old teenager who has just been reciprocated by her crush.

"Say it again." She demanded when she calmed down.

"I love you." You repeated, drawing a squeal as high-pitched as a velociraptor's from deep in her chest.

"I love you too!" She cried out attaching her lips to your cheek and repeatedly kissing it without breaking away "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever been lucky enough to look at," she began to move all over your face, covering it with her little tokens of adoration "I can't believe you're my girlfriend." She finally reached her destination, your lips, kissing them playfully, biting them, pecking them, laughing over them.

"Ryu," you called delicately, to which she stopped all action, indicating she was listening to you "I was watching After."

"I hate you," she abruptly got up from where you were laying "I'm giving you all my love and you won't accept it," she complained as she paced from side to side "all because of a wattpad movie, I-"

You stood up, put your hands on her waist and pulled her into you, causing your bodies to slam painlessly against each other.

"I'm listening." Ryujin said quickly as she sensed the closeness, resting her hands on your chest.

"I was joking." you clarified.

...

...

...

"MY BABY" The girl gave a little jump, propelling herself off the ground and quickly wrapping her legs around you, at which you lost a little balance and almost fell "I knew you couldn't resist all my love, I love you so much, you're the woman of my life, someday we'll get married and adopt a bunch of cats, I'm so lucky to have met you." She blurted without pausing between words, then squeezing her hold around you tightly and leaving kisses in random places on your face.

Ryujin had moments where her love would escape in intense, unstoppable waves. You could only let them crash against you, accept them. Not that it bothers you, you love her just as much as she loves you.

—ica.

[metalbuckaroo]

💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

🍒Ronly Friends Masterlist🍒

💋Main Masterlist💋

Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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