#it’ll take me 2 hours w this fucking rain i’m

[muteflames]

it’s the third(?) day in a row of raining and our backyard is completely fucking flooded and the roads are fucking washed out, this is not what life in california is abt :(

[80s4life]

Party's Over

Word Count: 852

Status: Not Suggested!

A/N: GUNNAR! GUNNAR! GUNNAR! *squeals*

Side-Note: This one’s an unintentional shortie and I hate it. I apologize in advance.

Fandom: The Expendables Series

Relationship: Gunnar Jensen x Reader

Summary: Stubborn. Rude. A hot head. A basket Case. Crazy. Suicidal. Many people had warned you of the Swedish Mountain's faults, yet, you stayed anyway. Because, to you, that's what they were: faults, just like any other person. He was perfect. Determined. Smart. A Teddy Bear. A Protector. He was yours, even as he is forced away from you, burdened by his own demons.

Warnings: language, bar fight, under the influence (alcohol), name-calling (defense mechanism), potential break up, pretty angsty

Masterlist Expendables Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{I do not own this gif, credits go to -> @bullwinklemoose}

*His grouchy face gives me tingles...And his voice...And his body...And- I'm sorry...*

“Gunnar!” you scream, following the huge mass of man out of the bar he’d just destroyed, “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“What the fuck am I doing? What are you doing?” he swings himself around, quick to attack you with his own words.

“I was having a great old time before you came charging in! I wasn’t doing anything this time!”

“Like you weren’t showing yourself around? Like you weren’t trying to be Caesar’s perfect little bitch?”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you! Like you weren’t flirting with Maggie back when we were trying to fight off Vilain?! Oh, but that’s right, I’m not allowed to say something like that because it’ll piss you off! God forbid I call you out when you act like a damn baby all the time!”

“It was different then; a long fucking time ago too! We weren’t together yet and you were still stuck whoring around the place!”

“I was whoring around?!” you scream, completely ballistic now that you got him alone in the alleyway, no one able to hear you. “You get jealous if one guy so much as looks at me for less than a second! Especially Caesar! You do know I have a life outside of the time I spend with you- a life before you!”

“Good! Then it’ll be just as easy to go back to it then, huh?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, caught by surprise at his insinuation.

“If it was so damn grand before you met me, then go back to it! I never asked you to get together with me. Fuck, I mean, I never even wanted you in the first place! You were just so easy to wander into my bed when I wanted you to!”

“I was easy?!” you scream, his words slashing at your heart.

“Oh come on! The way you strutted around the place, wearing next to nothing just to spite me. The way you’d give me the look all the time just to see if I was watchin’! Yeah I saw all of them!”

“You want to know what the look was Gunnar? Huh? Do ya?!” you taunt him, slowly teetering off the edge of sobbing on the ground right in front of him. But you won’t do that, you won’t let him beat you down just to feel superior.

“Oh please-”

“Love! Cold hard, bone crushing, soul-wrenching love! And, get this, for a man that can’t stand being with me for an estimated 2 hours!”

“That’s not true-”

“Oh, but it is Gunnar! You see, we don’t work together. Despite how hard I try, you always seem to seek reasons to tear us apart because it makes you feel weak,” you inform him shakily, drops of rain starting to fall out of the forming storm clouds.

“I warned you time and time again before we even got together Y/N. I’m a broken man you can’t just fix and make brand new. You can’t change a person to be how you want them,” Gunnar states, turning his back on you.

“Gunnar-” you get cut off by the rain starting to pour down, only increasing as time passes by. Gunnar takes this chance to start walking off, flipping his hood on his head for some cover, hands tucking into his jacket pockets. “Gunnar!” you yell, tears starting to mix in with the rain.

He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. If you squint, you could swear he honestly sped up.

“Gunnar! God dammit!” you scream helplessly, “Please!”

Your beg stops him in his tracks, grimacing at the sound of your voice cracking with tell-tale signs of crying.

“Gunnar...I-” you choke up, “I don’t want this to end. I won’t let it end. I just - can’t,” you sob, hugging yourself as you hear his footsteps once again, overpowered by the rain. 

Just as you go to look up, unable to sense your surroundings, strong and warm arms coil themselves around your shaking form, Gunnar’s head resting on top of yours. Feeling his body against yours again, you sob harder, knowing what you’re fighting for is not one-sided. 

“Please Gunnar. I wanna work this out with you. Not Barney, not Yin Yang, or Lee, or Toll, or Caesar for Christ’s sake - you,” you sniffle, wrapping your arms underneath his own, and clinging your hands on the backsides of his shoulder blades in an attempt to keep him as close as you could muster.

“I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” Gunnar whispers, a hand coming up to lightly pet your head. “I’m going to try Y/N, I swear. I’ll put down the drinks. I’ll even doing breathing techniques or somethin’,” Gunnar swears, a tear of his own slipping from his eye as he witnesses the pain he’s sent your through, still in disbelief that someone like you could feel so much for a man like himself.

[clarawatson]

It Only Takes A Taste (2)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded) Summary: it’s your second time meeting Aaron. He’s still flustered and precious but he (might) manage to give you his number. W/C: 2113 Warnings: none yet! A/N: i haven’t got chapter names yet, just accept they’re all called ‘it only takes a taste’ haha. AO3 tags: @willowrose99 @genevievedarcygranger @maryosprinkle @kleff03 (if you want to get added, lmk!!) Where am I in this series? 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

The next time you meet him, it’s 2am. Rita’s three weeks off her due date. She’s been staying at Joe’s place, with his wife, because the heating’s gone out in her apartment and her super is a foul man. If you were inclined to murder, he’d be first on your list. Right now she’s out the back, trying to wipe chocolate sauce off her uniform. The baby’s been kicking for hours and knocks things around the counter sometimes. At least it isn’t throwing her ribs out this time. 

There’s a couple of teens drinking milkshakes in the window, they’ve snuck out after bedtime and they’re giggling to each other about how bad they are. You’ve seen their parents drive by twice (they’re regulars after school) but no one’s come in yet.

The agent drives by, and then does a u-turn and comes back. It was literally a double take, no matter how you look at it. You clearly saw him slow down and try to look in the window as he tried (desperately tried) to stay on the main road. And then he’d turned around and come back. 

He’s even prettier dry than he was wet. (Your mind spirals to where that could have gone, which is not something you expected from a 2am shift). He’s loosened his tie and his hair is falling free of the gel. He looks less tired, and yet more tired. A different kind of tired. This one would be fixed by a good night’s sleep.

“Hi,” he says with a little quirk in his lip that could be him fighting off a smile.

“Hi,” you return with a full smile. He sits in front of you and steeples his fingers under his chin.

“I’m Aaron.”

A fortnight you’ve been wondering his name and he just swans in and hands it to you on a silver platter. Bless him and his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y/n,” you introduce. “And what can I get for you tonight, Aaron?”

“Maybe not a coffee.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you. He has such a cheeky smile you almost want to reach over and wipe it off his lips. “A hot chocolate would do. I’ve got to sleep enough to take my kid to school.”

“Have here?” Your hands hover over the in-cups and the out-cups. He taps his finger against his chin.

“In.” He folds his hands and you notice he’s not wearing a wedding ring. Kid, no wedding ring, weird hours. Could be a score, could be a serial killer. Could be both! No. Not both. There will be no fraternising with serial killers. Not if you respect your life. 

Would it be weird to ask him where he works? If he works for one of the alphabet soups, will it get you in trouble? Maybe. People don’t like you poking around when sensitive information could be involved. You still ask anyway while the coffee machine has it’s little dummy spit at having to work at two in the morning.

“Quantico,” he says. He probably saw you trying to figure out how to ask. And that’s really all he can say. Maybe. He waggles his eyebrows just a little and you think he’s maybe a little too cheeky for this early in the morning. If Rita was working she’d be swooning all over him. 

“That’s very prestigious, but, sir, I don’t think you have the security clearance to be in this diner if you only work at Quantico. We deal with Area 51.”

“Long commute,” he teases.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what the uneducated think. I can break a few rules as long as you don’t start asking questions. No asking about where they keep the aliens, okay?”

“Never.” He wraps his hands around the mug as you push it to him, absorbing it’s warmth. 

“Did your son like the cookie?” you ask. Is it weird to remember he has a son after one interaction? Or the cookie? But he smiles. It’s okay. 

“He’s actually in love with it. He’s not stopped talking about it. I think my sister-in-law might kill me.”

“Joe’s magic in the kitchen. I’ll save a couple of cookies if you know when you’ll be in next?”

Is that too forward? Maybe. He pulls out a little day book and places it before him.

“Is Thursday too soon?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. You make a note to tell Joe you’re working on Thursday. “Sounds like a good day to collect a cookie.”

“If someone could cut this monster out of me, that would be GREAT!” Rita yells in the kitchen. Her voice is still far too loud out here. Aaron finally drops his gaze from yours, grinning into his hot chocolate.

“Shit, babes, I’m serious. I’ll got for a pocket knife at this point. I’m hot, and it’s not hot, I have to piss every four minutes, I can’t even sit in a car properly and taking the MET is stupid because I still have to pee!” She stops up short, seeing Aaron, and blinks as if she could erase her last comment. “Hi, sorry, you’re rain boy.”

“I prefer Raymond.”

There’s a beat where you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. The cheeky demeanor falls from his face.

“Rain Man! Tom Cruise! Smile." Aaron has no option but to smile at Rita. Too late you realise she's checking the alignment of his teeth to actually equate him to Tom Cruise. "Raymond, for sure. Shit, that’s funny,” Rita laughs, groans, and turns on her heel out the back. She needed to pee again. Aaron smiles just a little.

“Want some pie?” you offer. There’s still a bit left. Joe won’t be in for another hour or so, but there’s some in the oven to take out just before three. Aaron nods.

“Yeah, please.” He puts too much money in the tip jar again. Hands you the exact money for the pie. Had he looked at the menu online? Maybe he had. You take a slice out for him, then a slice for yourself. No harm in that. The whipped cream goes on his like a mountain. You put a bit beside your own pie slice, but Aaron’s grinning. 

He looks like he may do something childish. He doesn't, though, as you join him in pie eating. The teenagers start giggling about something they're watching on their phone. 

Rita comes back looking more tired than usual. Her whole body looks tired as she gets her purse and rubs her belly.

"Say bye to Rita," she says without much playful effort.

"Bye Rita," you return and kiss her cheek as she lifts it to you.

"And to Baby." 

"Bye Baby, be good for Mom." 

Rita snorts. Joe gives you a list of things to do while he's taking Rita home. Apparently Lola's coming in to replace Rita, but that's only going to be proven by Lola actually turning up. Aaron raises his hand around his fork and waves. Rita waves back and waddles out the back.

"Is she okay?" you ask Joe, and he nods. He waves goodbye to Aaron, even though he hasn't introduced himself yet. Aaron waves too. 

"That's a lot to worry about," Aaron says. You shrug and reach over the counter to Aaron's plate, taking some of his cream. He laughs and puts his arm around it to protect it.

"They're family. Less worrying, more caring." 

He nods as if he understands. "Might use that sometime."

"You're welcome to." 

He gives you a smile that only uses half his face. Gosh, he's cute. But it’s nothing more than fleeting night time visits, right? Okay, maybe not, he clearly turned his car around because he saw you working. You catch him staring at your left hand, studying it intently. No one wore rings at the diner, just because everything got stuck underneath them and there was nothing worse than having a maple syrup adorned wedding ring.

“There’s no one,” you tell him, which flusters him entirely. He smiles and looks down at his pie, blush creeping over his face. “Weird hours in a place like this? Hardly a brilliant base to build a relationship on.” 

“Yeah.” He might want to say more, but he’s smiling at you again. “Weird hours, strange place, know that story.”

“Sucks, hey?”

“Oh yeah.” 

The teens from the window go home when they’ve finished their milkshake. You tell them to get home safe and pray their parents don’t come in asking where they went. Aaron scraps his plate, scooping up the cream and pie soupy mess. 

“I have to go,” Aaron sighs. He runs his hand through his hair and his fingers get stuck in the left-over-gelly-mess. You smother a giggle as he rolls his eyes and pulls his hand out with tiny little crack-crack-crack’s. It sounds painful.

“I’m going to shower and get this shit out of my hair.”

“It’ll look nice without it in.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

He blushes, returning to the man you’d met coming out of the rain. 

“Well I’ll remember that for next time.” 

Your heart jumps. Next time! There’ll be a next! Time!

“Listen, hey, um,” Aaron says as he stuffs a couple of bills into the tip jar. “Here--” he stops again, then shakes his head like he’s giving himself a vote of confidence. “This is…” he stops again and licks his lips, then pulls out a business card from his suit pocket. He scratches his number onto the blank back, and then Aaron at the top. “My number,” he managed to finish.

“Thanks,” you respond before wanting to smack your head onto the counter. Thanks?!?! There are a hundred better things to say. “W-when do you want me?” When do you want me??? “To be here, on Thursday, for the cookies.”

Aaron’s gone red. Your face is hot. This is a disaster. There’s no fixing this disaster. There’s no fixing it at all. But Aaron smiles all the same.

“U-uh. I’ll text you?” he looks so flustered. 

“You haven’t got my number,” you giggle, because he hasn’t. You’ve got his. He looks like a tomato as he blushes even more. “How about I text you my number, and you tell me when you’re free, and I’ll make sure there’s three cookies set aside for you that no one else buys.”

“Three?”

“You, your son, your sister-in-law.”

“I could really use you at work,” he laughs and… sits back down. Four seconds ago he was in such a rush to leave, and now he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world. He’s so precious, you wish you could just put him in a jar and protect all that goodness from the evils of the world. Surely he couldn’t have met too many of them just yet? He’s still got a smile that could brighten up the night sky, people who’ve seen all the hurt and pain in the world can’t smile like that.

“I don’t think I’m clever enough to get into Quantico. Unless they like people serving them coffees,” you smile gently and he tilts his head while looking at you. A curious puppy. You want to lean over and squish his cheeks for thinking you could be anything more than a server at a roadside diner.

“You’d brighten the place up.”

“You brighten my place up.” Corny, highschool grade flirting. He smiles all the same. Can he smile any more than that? Probably not, he might combust and become a star. “You know you don’t have to keep putting money into the tip jar, right? Not the amount you do. Most people just put in their change.”

He looks at the tip jar. “It’s for Rita’s hospital bills, right? It’s why she won’t look at it, because she’s embarrassed, but also why you and Joe count every bill that goes in it.”

“Alright, Sherlock Holmes.”

“It says on the jar,” he jokes, and points to the permanent marker that’s bled through the otherside of the tip jar. You laugh. Aaron laughs.

“I do have to go.”

“Go,” you laugh. “I’ll text you when I’m off my shift.”

He nods, looking a little sad to go, but also a little excited. He must really love his son.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Y/n.”

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Aaron,” you return and watch him leave. Shit, he’s even cuter leaving. He even waves from his car before he drives off. You’re close to squealing when the bikie gang pull up, flooding the carpark, then all come in ready for their coffee. At least Aaron’s hot chocolate warmed up the machine for them.

[devilsuga]

The Missing Key

Pt.1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader; Possible others x reader

Au: Supernatural; modern day; hunters

Word count: Uhm I ain’t counting

Warnings: Dark themes; gore; sex; possible tw

Summary: The struggles of her past lead her into an asylum by her foster parents who couldn’t look after her. Sightings of seven spirits in her dream haunted her till the day she got put on medication and her brain fried. On her 18th birthday she’s free but with a simple address of her old home scribbled on crumpled paper does it lead her to mysteries. Mysteries awaiting because no one listened to her. To Van Helsings future grand daughter.

A/n: This whole story is based off a working rp between me and my friend @ahelishgoodgirl because she told me that I should get into fanfic writing so... that’s what I’m doing :)

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Wind whips along trees, creating haunting sounds that whistle past my ears as I walk down the empty road into the busy city of Seoul. Left to my own devices, I had been admitted to an asylum for five years but yesterday was my eighteenth birthday which mean I left today. A relief if you ask me, the amount of horrid therapy and drugs they injected into my system left me surprised I wasn’t dead or an addict.

My converse patter slowly on the soaked concrete ground, having rained early hours of this morning and still not drying up even as it’s dark now. My foster parents never visited me during my time at the asylum, made me realise that I practically don’t have anyone... no one at all. Thankfully my mind had forgotten about the seven men I’d see, whom speak to me in my dreams and what they’d tell me each time. Maybe it was the electro shock therapy that made them disappear.

Looking at the address scribbled on lined paper that I solely gripped onto I looked up at the house I once remembered growing up in... now no longer lively but a shit hole. Bricks crumbled from the wooden stables that held this home together, windows smashed... garden over grown and graffiti everywhere. Compared to the other houses surrounding the street... this was the only dead one here. Begrudgingly I enter past the police tape strewn beside the front door frames, looking around confused as my feet take me up torn carpet stairs, finding my old room and seeing it... gone. Either looters... or someone was trying to find something because everything was everywhere. It was clear mother and father were not here.

“Bastards..” I whispered, soon finding an old teddy of mine, my pink bunnie. It was dirty now, no longer got that beautiful pink tint it had... but now muddy... dirty. That’s how I felt now standing here. Walking back downstairs I check around some more, seeing nothing but empty beer bottles or needles. That was until I head movement down in the basement, my bones freezing as I gulped and walked to the door under the stairs, slowly opening it and walking down. “Hello?” My feet once again thud along the wooden stair case that was rotting away.

The sound you heard was a man who had taken asylum in the basement. He was a drugged up junkie who could barely tell what was real and what was fake. He looked up at your scared body. “Hello there” he smiled “I remember you, there is a picture of you in the hallway” he laughed “what’s the matter little girl? Are you sad about something?” He asked a needle in his arm “you’re the daughter that made it right?” He said leaning back “it’s a shame the people who lived here got attacked... by animals” he chuckled eyes slightly closing. “They shouldn’t of let the door open. Inviting things they shouldn’t... shame shame but not for me as I have a home now” he laughed trying to stand, he failed but it was obvious he wanted to reach you.

“Uh...” I stepped back, frowning at the ‘animal attack’ as how could anyone let an animal in?

“What do you mean ‘shouldn’t be letting anything in?’” I asked, looking at him. Frowning at the needle in his arm I stayed on the lower step, keeping my distance. The man laughed and laughed, he didn’t answer your question at all. Instead he slowly drifted off to sleep. There was nothing I could say, it was as if the wind was calling you out. A few miles into the woods stood a huge torn palace with 7 dark secrets inside.

Frowning I back out of the house, exiting the home I had to forget as I shook my head. The wind whispers to my ears, making me look to the woods. “Huh?” Slowly I step into the tree line, seeing almost an apparition float through the trees... a child. “Hello?” I called out, starting to follow this strange child.

“Follow” he whispered and walked into the woods. The child kept looking back every now and then to make sure you were following. He was pretty much silent, he knew you’d follow, you had nothing to lose. Did you? Before you knew it you stood in front of an enormous house. “In” the kid whispered pointing at the front door.

“Are you sure?” I softly whispered, slowly walking up to the doors of what appeared to be some worn down palace.

“What is this place?” As I turned to see the little boy... he was gone. It made me frown but I creeped inside anyways, looking around and covering my nose at all the dust so it wouldn’t make me sneeze. That’s when I heard voices.

“Tell us!” Someone said “where is the girl? The last of the name you so much hate?” Suho asked, slapping around the starving vampires who were chained to the walls. They wouldn’t speak, too weak to say anything and too weak to even try. Blood is what they craved at the moment and they swore if they had the opportunity they would rip this bastards apart. One of the vampires, yoongi looked up at him and softly chuckled. “The fuck are you making fun of blood sucker?” He asked before punching him.

Hearing voices I frowned, sounding as if a fight was going to break out as I walked towards a door. I tried to listen in against the rotting wood of the door but failed, tripping over my own feet and stumbling into the room as I looked up at a strange group of men in hunting gear with wide eyes. But then... I looked over to the seven ‘things’ who had haunted my whole life... chained to a wall.

“W-what...”

“Who the hell are you?” Asked baekhyun who furrowed his eyebrows and came close to you. “Psh just a stupid human. What say ye? A little snack for the blood suckers?” He laughed making the rest shake their heads “nah they aren’t deserving of it.. why not have a little fun with her? Each one gets a turn?” Suho smirked licking his lips.

“Y-you... what...” my eyes were more focused on the seven beaten up males who haunted my mind and practically sent me to an insane asylum. That’s when I turned to look at the other men. “You fucking touch me and I’ll kick your ass, I didn’t get sent to an insane asylum for nothing.” I glared at the strange men who were talking about me. It was more flight or fight defense, my words meaning nothing but to keep a facade up.

“Insane asylum fellas” baek laughed grabbing you by the hair and throwing you onto the ground. “Careful, we all want to have a taste” they laughed. Yoongi one of the vampires took a liking to you, pretty, just like his long dead wife. “Pshh” he whispered while the men talked about who would have the first turn “give me a little blood and I’ll save you” he said.

Looking up at one of the males who haunted my dreams I scoffed. “Like hell! You seven... strange men haunted me ever since I was a little girl! I’m not giving you shit so thanks for sending me to an asylum!” I huffed, glaring at him.

“We did?” Yoongi asked, it clicked on his head who you were but the hunters didn’t know. “Fine then I hope you’re not a virgin... they’ll tear you apart” he smirked “so then me” yelled baekhyun who turned to undress you or at least pull your panties down. “Stop it honey, if you fight it’ll be worse” Yoongi looked over at you scoffing “just a little blood” he whispered.

I screamed as I tried to kick the hunter away, looking at the male before having no choice but to cut my hand open on a rusted nail poking out of the ground, holding it up to his lips so he could drink. “Q-quick!” I said, knowing I was a virgin and I wasn’t ready yet.

Yoongi smirked taking a sweet bite, he drank a little less than half of your blood and escaped the painful chains. Breaking his brothers chains “don’t touch her” he said, he wanted to hurt you now that he knew who you were but at the same time he wanted to protect you. “Weapons boys” suho yelled, baek being thrown back by Yoongi. The guys didn’t waste a minute sucking him dry.

I covered myself back up, heart racing as I managed to crawl over to the door. I needed to get out of here, chills were being sent down my spine whilst I ran to the front door to escape.

Yoongi got away from the hunters “where do you think you’re going helsing?” He chuckled picking you up with ease, his lips met yours with a burning intensity. You were his blood type and yet he couldn’t figure out where his dead wife was even though your blood was the key but something linked him to you. Something kept stopping him from killing you.

My eyes widened as I instantly shoved him away, holding my mouth. “The hell are you doing? My name isn’t helsing!” I huffed, frowning as my last name was l/n.

“You’re adopted! Helsing is your real name like it or not” he smirked “what am I doing? What I want with what belongs to me” he said kissing you again, “you’ll die if I don’t make you mine. They figure it out and your gone, you won’t make it past hmm 19?” He laughed.

“What? I’m so confused... how am I gonna die?” I huffed, shoving him away as I stepped back.

“I’m not yours at all!”

There were screeching screams inside the house. “Don’t you see what we are? We can tear you apart in seconds. In the end it’s your choice unless you state you want to be with me. But if you don’t then I’ll start digging your grave” he laughed “don’t believe me?” He asked, 2 of his brothers came out. “Now that we’re all better and our head is clear... along with yours sweetheart we can get in your mind. Again...” Namjoon smirked

“Have you missed us like we missed you?”

[ashesonthefloor]

17 questions 17 people (except not because pretty much everyone I know has been tagged)

thank you @glitterblazercalum @mikeycliffords and @escapesos for tagging me! my tags are fucked up so if you tagged me and I missed it feel free to let me know

nickname: well, I’ve been called Ains before but that feels a bit weird. uhhh got called Rain at one point? I wish I was easier to nickname, but alas. if u can come up w one I will take it

zodiac: shoutout 2 Ms. Mel for the chart reading so now I know I’m Gemini sun gemini moon libra rising. or, if u don’t know anything abt astrology like me, I’m a Gemini

height: 5’7 but 5’8 in docs :)

hogwarts house: Slytherin. we Vibe

last thing i googled: I only ever use incognito mode on my phone but I’m pretty sure it was the answer to a psych question I didn’t feel like answering

song stuck in my head: I don’t HAVE one in my head because I’m listening to music but I’ve had She’s Electric by Oasis, My Sister Lover by Oasis, Party Poison by My Chemical Romance, and Hello Kitty by Avril Lavigne stuck in my head all in the last month. Send Help

number of followers: [redacted]

amount of sleep: last night was abt 12 hours akwnwkwnwnwnw we VIBE! thank u ms insomnia

lucky number: 13 because I am THAT bitch and insisted that it wasn’t superstitious when I was a kid and now it’s my lucky number

dream job: music journalist. that’s what I’m in school for at the moment, and that’s what I want. want to be in the music industry but lack the talent so I’ll do the next best thing :)

wearing: a shirt from Boys and Girls Club from when I worked there last summer. pajamas, basically

favorite song: I am physically incapable of choosing ONE holy fuck. uhhhh? I Never Told You What I Do For A Living by My Chemical Romance is really fun? I don’t know if FAVOURITE is the right word. and I’ve been looping HUFWULF? we’ll stop there or I’ll keep going

favorite instrument: listen. bass and drums FUCK and I have realized that if there’s heavy bass/sexy drums in songs, it’ll likely end up being smth I love. I play the flute tho so we add her in here

aesthetic: for the most part, punk. ripped skinny jeans, hand painted denim jackets, chains, war paint heavy makeup. the whole 9-yards. but it’s whatever the fuck I like, mostly

favorite author: Maggie Stiefvater is one I love, and Donna Tartt. I read The Goldfinch almost exactly a year ago and it pulled me apart and put me right back together again

favorite animal noise: uhhhh. I like cats purring but I’m allergic to them. any happy animal noise is good. I also like the sound of my leopard gecko moving around to look at me in her tank but that’s really specific

random: uhhhhh I’m really really good at coming up with really stupid puns. two of my most recent include: “communist wives? call that a sharriage” and “Britishisms? call that Lingo Starr”. also I had vampire fangs until my orthodontist shaved exactly one (1) of them so now I have one long vampire fang. I miss the other one :(

i’m tagging no one because I always answer these late and literally everyone I know has already done it I think but if you want to answer these, blame me and I’ll read ur answers 💕💕

[princecupcakee]

Park Bench | Reddie

Read on AO3

Rating: E

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 2,969

Chapter: 5/8

Past Chapters: Chapter 1 (AO3), Chapter 2 (AO3), Chapter 3 (AO3), Chapter 4 (AO3)

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Summary: Recently divorced and ‘incapable of love’, Eddie Kaspbrak moves to Los Angeles for work and a small, small hope of a fresh start. Broken up and never dated again, Richie Tozier tries to get back into love with help from his love of music. Quickly meeting eyes and one concert later, they think that maybe love isn’t that bad. So they try it one more time.

Chapter 5: Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Get A Turtle, Richie Tozier Plans A Proposal, Richie Tozier Goes Viral

Tags/Warnings: Angst / Unhappy Ending / theres only one sex scene but this is explicit anyway / Bisexual Richie Tozier / Gay Eddie Kaspbrak / Post-Divorce / Implied/Referenced Cheating / Inspired By Remembering Sunday (All Time Low) / Inspired by The Book Ninja by Ali Berg / Implied/Referenced Child Abuse / Implied/Referenced Abuse / Implied/Referenced Manipulation

Tag-list: @richietoaster​, @s-s-georgie​, @mikeuris​​, @gazebobullshit​, @that-weird-girls-blog​, @tozierking​​, @thoughtfullyyoungduck​, @s-onora​, @bellarosewrites​, @lermanslogan​, @ambitiousskychild​, @ghostnebula​, @vanillaredvelvet​, 

(Ask if you wanna be on the tag-list!!)

Chapter 5

Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Get A Turtle

“Look, if you don’t get me the papers before the end of this week, we will lose this client… yes, I know. I have a meeting with them at the end of this week…yes, I need them tomorrow, Karen… yes. Yes, thank you.” Eddie sighed and threw his head back on the couch. His last few days have been absolutely hectic, with one of their biggest clients yet, he’s barely been able to get a break.

“Eds!” Richie called, opening the door, “I’m back! Where are you?”  He had gone out to see Walter and Maddison for a few hours while his parents were busy with his sister. He didn’t ask for more details.

“Yeah! I’m here!” Eddie tiredly calls.

Richie smiled weakened when he saw Eddie tiredly sprawled across the couch, “I got a gift for you.”

“What is it?” Eddie smiles, pulling his head back up.

Richie takes his hands away from behind his back and holds… a turtle. Richie’s eyes wide and bright, “look! I went to this restaurant across the street —don’t ask why— and found this little guy in a cage! It was ridiculous! I told them if I could have it and they just let me.”

“Why… why would you get me a turtle?” Eddie irritatedly asked.

“I thought-“

“Are you stupid? Richie, what are we supposed to do with a turtle? How are we supposed to take care of it?”

“We can go to the pet shop and-“

“Neither of us know how to take care of a turtle. Are you sure its even safe? W-we could get, like, Salmonella or something!”

“Eds.” Richie strictly said, his face showing no sign of anger, “it’ll be fun though. We can take care of it together, we can go to the pet store and get stuff- I’ll wash my hands after touching it every time.”

Eddie looked at the turtle skeptically, “fine,” he finally said. Richie’s smile came back and sat down beside Eddie who slightly moved away after. Ignoring the movement, Richie asks him, “what do we name it? We can name it, like, Pennywise.”

“What? No! That sounds horrible! That sounds like a- a fucking horror movie character or something!”

“That the name of the killer clown that you thought broke into Ben and Bev’s house and tried to kill you?” Richie snickered.

“Fuck you,” Eddie hisses with no real anger.

“Well, what names do you have?”

“Uh, I don’t know… Maturin.”

Richie gave him a look, “Okay, thats no better than mine!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, no, no, you know what? Hold on,” Richie rambles, taking his phone from his pocket. Quickly typing something, Eddie gets a notification from his phone. Thinking its Karen (finally) giving him the papers early, he sighs and opens his phone. Karen is still definitely late with giving him the paperwork, but now Richie has created a group chat. Eddie was already fearful of what would come.

The Family - Ben Marsh, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Stan Uris, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Stan: What the fuck is it this time, Richie.

Bev: Stan be nice

Richie: Yeah stan be nice

Richie could hear Eddie snicker beside him.

Richie: but anyway, me and Eddie are dads and we need a name for our child

Bev: how did this motherfucker get a kid

Bev: I thought it would be stan and patty first

Eddie: How did you get Mike and Bill’s numbers?

Richie: Nothing.

Stan: He’s lying, he never uses punctuation.

“Shit,” Richie murmured.

“How are you this bad at hiding things?”

Mike: He asked us what your favourite food was so he would know where to take you out on a date, Eddie.

Richie: nO

Richie waited for Eddie’s reaction, he assumed that Eddie wasn’t uncomfortable, seeing as there was a blush on his face.

Stan: Wait a minute. Mike Hanlon? Like, ‘first-ever-school-day-was-college’ Mike Hanlon?

Mike: Thats how you remember me?

“They know each other?” Richie says from beside Eddie.

“I think they were exes.”

“Really?”

“Thats what I remember” Eddie shrugged looking back down on his phone. He knew it was pretty stupid to be texting in a group chat while they sat together, but they did need that name. (Thats what Eddie tried to tell himself, if the true reason isn't obvious enough.)

Stan: Holy shit. Dude hey how’ve you been?

Mike: Pretty good actually.

Richie: GUYS WE’RE NAMING MY CHILD

Richie: HELLO!! PAY ATTENTION

Mike: I’m staying in LA for a while since they needed more people in this branch.

Mike: Thats also why Eddie and my boyfriend are here too.

Stan: Good for you, man. I’m assuming your boyfriend is Bill Denbrough because thats the only name I’m not familiar with.

Ben: You’re familiar with Eddie’s?

Richie: GUYS

Stan: Richie doesn’t know how to shut up.

Richie: DO YOU NOT CARE THAT I HAVE A CHILD NOW

“Richie, how are you still this annoying over text?”

“You love it.”

“I really don’t,” he laughs and shakes his head. He does.

Bev: Richie, if you did have a child I would know immediately.

Mike: Yeah it is :)

Richie: DAMN HETS LISTEN TO ME

Mike: not hetero

Bill: I’m not straight either

Richie: DAMN PEOPLE LISTEN TO ME

Stan: I’ve generally had enough.

Bev: Alright, Losers (not you Ben and Mike) we’re all getting lunch. Bring your ‘child’, Richie. We’ll name him there.

Richie Tozier changed the chat name to ‘The Losers’ Club’

With Bev sending the address of the restaurant “Our friends confuse me,” Eddie says shutting his phone.

~~~

“Meet my child!” Richie says loudly, earning a few looks from the others in the restaurant. He takes a seat in between Stan and Eddie grinning widely and presenting the currently unnamed turtle.

“Its-its a fucking turtle,” Stan says critically.

“His name is Penny-“

“No its not,” Eddie smiles as he cuts him off.

“What names do you guys have?” Ben asks politely, trying to bring back the lightness of the table before the two had walked in.

“Pennywise.”

“Maturin.”

The table spun with an agreement to Eddie’s name over Richie’s choice as Richie pouts in his seat. A waitress came to check for their orders, a confused look on her face once seeing the turtle perfectly still in Richie’s hands.

“Richie that name sounds like a child’s nightmare,” Bev jokes once the waitress has gone. Richie sticks his tongue out to her childishly.

“Maturin it is then?” Eddie laughs triumphantly.

“Where did you even get that name?” Richie asks bitterly. The rest of the group just laughs.

Eddie loved this. He really did. Everyone talking and enjoying and Eddie finally feeling like he hasn’t done anything wrong. They felt like family. The few people who he could talk to without causing any pain or problem. The few people who would let him be himself without having to feel like he was in a cage. He didn’t want to lose any of this. And from the smile on Richie’s face, he doesn’t think he will.

Richie Tozier Plans A Proposal

Some people would think he was crazy. He thought he was crazy.  They were dating for just slightly more than three months and he was already planning, the date, the time, the place of when he would ask Eddie to marry him. ‘Old habits die hard’ Richie guesses as he sits alone in his bed, writing down the perfect ideas for asking Eddie.

Yeah, he rushed it with Connor, but even he knew that it wouldn’t last. That doesn’t really add up to his actions after the break up. But this was Eddie. Eddie loves him, right? He’s said so; that alone shows he isn’t anything like Connor. He couldn’t be wrong anymore, he didn’t want to have to latch on to Stan as he did before. He was nuisance while living at the Uris’, he admits that he knows he doesn’t have all the reason for it. He basically asked for it when he said, after what was supposed to be a one-night-stand, that he was dating Connor. That was on him.

But Eddie walked out of a concert with him, a stranger at the time, and let him walk him home after remembering that Connor left him at the same concert ground with the same band playing to have another one night stand with a girl. He went to one of his shows after knowing close to nothing about him other than his name when he was late to the first date he would’ve had since his horrible break up.  He went to have breakfast with him at 5 in the morning when he cried about never being loved again the night before. He sat with him in the pouring rain after realising that he was in love. That he was in love, not that he was in love again.

He turns from his back to his stomach, reaching out for his phone. He debates on whether or not to call Bev or Stan, ‘both those bitches are married,’ he thinks. And calls both of them.

“What the fuck do you want I’m trying to make dinner,” Stan says tiredly, his voice sounding distant and the sound of crackling filling the empty parts on his end.

“Whats up, Rich?” Bev says nicely, shuffling.

“I, uh,” he didn’t think it would be that hard to say.

“Spit it out, Tozier, I might fuck up my pesto.”

“Oh shit, you got pesto? Uris Pesto is the best! Can I come over?” Richie says enthusiastically.

“No. Talk, Richie,” Stan says quickly. Beverly laughs in the background.

“I wanna ask Eddie to marry me,” Richie says softly, after a beat of silence.

“Thats it? You interrupted my cooking for this shit?”

“Its serious, man!”

Beverly sighs, “Richie, Eddie loves you. This is all on you though. If you think both of you are ready, then go for it. If you’re just… scared, then, I don’t think you should.”

“I-I’m not scared,” he says to himself more than them.

“You just love him?”

“Yeah.”

“He really isn’t like anyone else, huh?” Bev laughs.

“He really isn’t,” Richie smiles to himself.

“Then do it,” Stan says simply, “if you love him enough to marry him, to ask him to marry you, then that must be something, right?”

“Thanks,” Richie says, fondly, “help me buy the ring soon?"

“Of course, Richie. Now, when, where, and how?” Beverly giggles.

~~~

His notebook opens on the coffee table, leftovers, and a cup of coffee, he attempted to plan. A restaurant didn’t seem interesting to him, a casual proposal in their house wasn’t really fun, their house maybe? The bench. He grinned and jotted down the plan.

Richie Tozier Goes Viral

“Eds, where’s my charger?” Richie asked walking out their room.

“We’ve been dating for, what, four months? How do you still not know where I put our chargers?”

“You clean things too often, I specifically remember leaving it on the floor of  my side of the bed.”

“Your blind ass would’ve stepped on it when you woke up. Your charger is in the drawer,” Eddie said and continued to eat his cereal. Richie kissed his hair and walked back to their room.

Eddie sighed. He loves Richie, he really does, but- “Eds, look at this,” Richie said excitedly almost tripping on his legs as he walked over to Eddie. Richie instinctively wrapped his arm around Eddie and showed his phone screen.

It took Eddie a moment to register what Richie was showing him, but when his thoughts hit him again he grinned, “holy shit, Rich! This is amazing!” Richie’s screen presented a video, Richie’s latest stand-up, posted online; millions of views.

“I know! And that’s not all of it,” Richie said taking his phone back to him and began to tap around, “Look!” Eddie carefully read the text on the screen, asking him to do a professional show, his grin somehow widening.

“Richie!”

“I know! And so many people are asking to be my agent and shit, and- oh fuck, baby, you gotta help me out with all this shit,” he rambles excitedly, hand gestures to try to emphasise whatever point he was trying to get across.

“Of course!” Eddie laughed to slightly lessen his energy as he stood up and kissed Richie. Richie gladly kissed back, lifting Eddie off the ground for a few seconds.

“I love you,” Richie said, forehead against Eddie’s. Richie’s phone rang loudly from his hand and they both looked at the screen and saw ‘Mrs. Molly Ringwald’

“Really?” Eddie asks sarcastically as he pulls the phone from Richie’s hands. He kisses him on the cheek and answers the call on speaker. “Hey, Bev.”

“Oh my god, did you hear about Richie! Is he asleep? I swear the little shit will be late to your own wedding-“

“I’m right here, Bev!” Richie says loudly into the phone.

“Oh. Sorry. But anyway, you heard the news! I’m so proud of you, Rich!”

“Thank you!”

“We heard the news from Bill! He has all these Hollywood connections from his books —honestly don’t know why he won’t just do that instead, no offence Eddie— and he said that you might be getting a… professional show, is it?”

“Yeah! Bill’s a writer?”

“He has some books and actually gets some good money out of it," Eddie muttered the next part,” he might get more if he wrote better endings.”

“Okay anyway, so proud of you, Rich!” Beverly congratulates again after laughing.

~~~

So as they sit in Richie’s small apartment sofa, with his hands on Eddie’s waist and Eddie’s fingers curled around in Richie’s tangled hair, he lets himself enjoy it. Richie’s arms roam under Eddie’s shirt; one hand pressed on his back and the other rubbing circles around his nipple. Eddie lets out little moans, that surge of energy through him that he didn’t even think was possible.  “Are you okay?” Richie asks.

Eddie was confused at first, still needing Richie to touch him. He noticed the pounding in his chest after a few seconds mumbling a breathy ‘I’m fine,’ and goes back to kissing Richie. Of course, a few seconds later he realises why. ‘Push them away, Kaspbrak.’

Richie lightly tugs at the bottom of Eddie shirt, Eddie quickly getting the message and raising his arms up. Richie instantly pushes Eddie’s back onto the sofa after taking his shirt off; his hands tracing every part of Eddie’s bare chest.

Eddie remembers the feeling, of being touched like this, not with Myra. Being touched in a house that wasn’t his and a bed that he wasn’t supposed to be on. But Eddie loved every second of it. Sure there was the guilt, the guilt of having a wife back home thinking he’s out late for work or out with a friend, but the feeling of it was just so good. Eddie thinks he should stop using the word ‘good’ so much but it seemed to be the only way he could describe this odd sensation in words.

Richie was pulling off his pants little by little, struggling to get them off and still keep his mouth around Eddie’s chest. The moment Richie got them off he instantly moved down to Eddie’s legs. Spreading and licking and biting at the inner side of Eddie’s thighs until they left deep marks on Eddie’s skin while his dick would twitch. “Richie take your clothes off,” he mumbled pulling at Richie’s hair in between moans.

“I’m not as pretty as you, baby, but okay,” he laughed, pulling his shirt off and kissing Eddie roughly. Eddie wanted tot protest about Richie’s statement but Eddie pulled Richie by his hair instead. Richie wanted to make a joke about it but was quickly distracted by Eddie grinding against his leg that was in between Eddie’s thighs. Richie bit down on Eddie’s neck, “don’t move, I got it,” he whispered in his ear.

Richie licked at the front of Eddie’s underwear; Eddie bucking his hips up. “I told you, don’t move,” Richie said again, pulling down Eddie’s underwear. Eddie felt cold, but Richie spreading his legs further, and his tongue teased at Eddie’s hole as he whines. Richie giggles slightly pushing his tongue in and gripping at Eddie’s thighs. His thumbs softly rub at the inner side of his thighs, feeling little bumps on the places he had sunk his teeth into only minutes earlier, he pushed his tongue in and out of Eddie’s hole. Richie pushed one finger in first, slowly adding more digits as his tongue kept moving. His tongue and fingers alternated like that for a while, at the same time he was getting hard from the noises Eddie makes.

“Richie!” Eddie shouted. Smirking, Richie aimed for his prostate over and over as Eddie’s moans grew louder and louder. Eddie’s hands had moved down to his dick, moving has a hand at a quick pace. One last strong push from Richie’s tongue or fingers (Eddie was too busy to tell) Eddie shrieked and let out more than he has in a while. Most of it had gotten on Richie’s hair some trailing down his face. “Fuck,” Eddie throws his head back against the sofa as Richie moves up to his chest again. Head resting on Eddie’s chest and kissing his nipple, his hands quickly move down to his own dick and moved. Eddie smiled, holding Richie’s face in his hands and kissing his lips. Richie pulled away and moaned as he came.  “Holy shit,” Richie mumbled forehead resting against Eddie’s as he laughed, “Wow. Been a long fucking time.”

“I know,” Eddie agreed. Despite the anxious feeling bubbling up inside him. Richie didn’t ask.

[here4theheartbreak]

2019 Writing Wrap Up

Under a cut because long, long, long.

Fandom(s): BTS and SH

Fics that you wrote in 2019:

💔🔥 Nice Things - Namjoon is clumsy, even with others’ hearts. (smut, angst, bottom!Namjoon)

🔥 Detention (Jimin/Namjoon/Taehyung) - Jimin and Taehyung are stuck in detention for a very particular reason. (smut, top!Namjoon, switch!Jimin, switch!Taehyung, teacher/student roleplay)

🔥 Euphoria - Jungkook has had a crush on the leader of BTS since forever. Now that Namjoon is helping write his solo for the upcoming album, this could be his perfect chance. (smut, dirty talk, bottom!Jungkook)

🍭 Lost & Found (Hoseok/Jin/Namjoon) - Hoseok and Namjoon get caught in a flash flood while hiking. A mysterious man saves them, claiming to be a supernatural creature. He’s crazy, right? (no sex, first kiss, faerie AU, fae!Jin)

🔥 Sentience (Halsey/Jin/Namjoon) - It’s Namjoon’s birthday and his girlfriend surprises him with an android. It’ll just be a single, fun night, right? (android!Jin, bottom!Namjoon, top!Jin, cyberpunk, MMF, smut, AU)

💔 forever rain (Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi) - Namjoon made a big mistake six months ago and has been hiding from the confrontation he knew would result. The rain can’t hide him forever. (fluff and angst, no smut, AU)

🔥 Silent Love (Jimin/Jin/Namjoon) - Namjoon got new toys for his boyfriends. He can’t wait to hear their silence. (smut, gags, dirty talk, bottom!Jin, switch!Jimin, bdsm)

🔥 Surprise Visit (Jin/Jungkook/Namjoon) - Jin surprises Namjoon with a visit while he’s working in the studio late one night. But they’re not as alone as they thought. (smut, voyeurism, bottom!Jin)

🔥💔Run to Me (Jin/Namjoon/Taehyung) - Taehyung has a crush on Namjoon. Not like he stands a chance with Jin there though. (smut, HYYH verse, AU, virgin!Taehyung, switch!Taehyung, switch!Jin, switch!Namjoon)

🔥 Ready (Jimin/Namjoon/Yoongi) - Jimin is finally ready to give a special part of himself to his boyfriends. They do their best to make it special. (first time, smut, bottom!Jimin, top!Namjoon, top!Yoongi)

🔥 Detention (Jimin/Namjoon/Taehyung) - Jimin and Taehyung are stuck in detention for a very particular reason. (smut, top!Namjoon, switch!Jimin, switch!Taehyung, teacher/student roleplay)

🔥 Trying New Things (Hoseok/Jungkook/Namjoon/Yoongi) - Jungkook loves trying new things. He also loves being tested. So his boyfriends find a great way to do both at the same time. (sex toys, bottom!Jungkook, triple penetration, top!Hoseok, top!Namjoon, top!Yoongi, bondage)

🔥 Red - Jin agrees to try a new form of play for his Dom, and things don’t go as planned. (smut, safewording, bottom!Jin, bdsm)

🔥💔 Camshows and Camera Lenses (Jin/Taehyung) - Jin knew it was a bad idea to get so involved with the camboy he knew as TaeTae95. But the young man was charming, beautiful, smart, and everything Jin could ever want in a man. Now only if those around him could see that too. (Multichapter, AU) 🔥 Stuck - Jungkook gets himself a little stuck. Good thing Jin is there to help. (smut, under-negotiated kink, bottom!Jungkook)

🔥 Sensitive (Hoseok/Jin/Taehyung) - Jin has a sensitive neck. His boyfriends can’t help but tease. (non penetrative sex, dirty talk)

🔥 Paper Beats Rock (Jin/Jungkook/Yoongi) - Jin and Yoongi didn’t really know how things would turn out with the cute stranger who played rock, paper, scissors with them. Neither expected this. (smut, meet weird, bottom!Jin, top!Yoongi, aro!Yoongi, ace!Jungkook, AU, poly V)

🍭 Love Is Not Over (Jimin/Jin/Yoongi) - Yoongi has decided that love isn’t worth it after a particularly nasty divorce. Even if his daughter’s kindergarten teacher is fucking adorable. He’s married anyway, and Yoongi sure as hell isn’t a home wrecker. (fluff, no smut, divorced!Yoongi, single dad!Yoongi, AU)

🔥 Mouthy (Jimin/Jin/Taehyung/Yoongi) - Jin’s been mouthy this week. His boyfriends wanna fix that. (smut, rough sex, bottom!Taehyung, sub!Jin, Dom!Taehyung, top!Jin, switch!Jimin, top!Yoongi)

🔥 Three Times as Much (Jimin/Jin/Jungkook/Taehyung) - Jin needs a little punishment. His boyfriends are happy to oblige. (smut, rough sex, triple penetration, all 4 are switches)

🔥 Best of Me (Hoseok/Jin/Jungkook/Yoongi) - The rap line has been working hard on their first American collaboration. Unfortunately, their hard work has caused their boyfriends to feel a little neglected. (webcam/video chat sex, dirty talk, bottom!Yoongi, top!Hoseok, switch!Jin, switch!Jungkook)

💔 Promise - Jimin has some trouble dealing with things in his life. Yoongi is there to support him. (no sex, angst, self harm, eating disorders) 

🔥 Gotta Go (Hoseok/Jimin/Jungkook/Yoongi) - Jimin has never had to go so bad in his life. Unfortunately his boyfriends have other plans. (watersports, no penetrative sex, urophagia) 🔥 Properly Chastised (Hoseok/Jimin/Taehyung) - Taehyung realizes that he really likes to be spanked. No way can his boyfriends find out. They would most definitely use it against him. (spanking, bottom!Taehyung, top!Jimin, top!Hoseok)

🔥 💔 Paint the Roses White (Jimin/Taehyung) - Jimin’s life sucks. He’s miserable, beat down, and tired. That is, until a mysterious boy with purple hair and a dangerous smile slides into his life and turns it upside down. The White Queen is ruling and drinks are on the house in the Hat Trick Lounge. Caterpillar is missing and the Prince of Hearts is ready for a war, if only he could figure out where his damn rabbit ran off to again… (AU, Multichapter) - collaboration with @i-live-so-i-love​

🔥Naked Yoga (Jimin/Jungkook/Taehyung)  - Jungkook is just trying to do his yoga and relax a little. But it’s his birthday and Jimin and Taehyung have other ideas. (smut, bottom!Jungkook, top!Jimin, top!Taehyung)

🔥Mile High and Mildly Bored - Jungkook is insufferable and horny when he’s bored. Especially on a thirteen hour flight. (smut, bathroom sex, bottom!Taehyung)

🔥 Taking the Challenge - Jin can’t handle his new toy, but Jungkook is up for the challenge. (smut, sex toys, bottom!Jungkook)

🍭💔 Family - Jin gets injured during a performance. He just wants to mope in solitude. (fluff, sick fic, slice of life)

🔥 Vacation Heat - Jin is in heat and needs a little help. Unfortunately his heat triggers those of his lovers, requiring a little more help than planned. (AU, Alpha/Omega verse, smut, knotting, omega/bottom!Jin, omega/bottom!Taehyung, omega/switch!Jungkook, omega/top!Jimin, alpha/top!Hoseok, alpha/top!Yoongi, alpha/switch!Namjoon)

🔥 Sleeping Beauty - Taehyung has a secret fantasy that he can’t wait to have his boyfriends fulfill. (consensual somnophilia, bottom!Taehyung, switch!Jungkook, switch!Jimin)

🍭 Bitter Revenge - Jungkook’s pranks have gone too far. The others will go to any lengths to get their revenge. (no sex, fluff, prank wars)

😈 Spooky Stories with Bangtan - A series of Halloween shorts. Some will have ships, some will not, but they are all based on the kid’s book series Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. They may or may not all be connected… You’ll have to stay until the end to find out. Some will have character death, others are more funny, none are X rated gore (though some borders on M if you don’t like body horror or bugs - still read the warnings for each fic). Hope y’all enjoy and have a happy Halloween! (kiddie horror, no smut, light gore, varies, implied ships throughout including ot7)

🍭💔 Stretched to the Breaking Point - Jin’s exhausted after 4 years solid of picking up after/for the absolute loves of his life. He wants to prove he’s useful, but is this really how he’s going to have to do it? (fluff, light angst, no smut, slice of life)

🔥 Give Your All to Me (I’ll Give My All to You) - Malec - Alec really needs to learn to relax. Magnus has just the thing. (Alec x Magnus, smut, D/s elements, bottom!Alec, sub!Alec, sensory deprivation, sensation play, bondage)

🔥 As Equals - Malec - Alec insists, but Magnus isn’t sure he’s ready. (Alec x Magnus, smut, virgin!Alec, canon compliant, missing scene, sorta fix it, s02e07, s02e18, bottom!Alec, top!Magnus)

🍭 Season of Love  - Malec - Magnus takes Madzie and Alec to make some new memories.

Total Fics: 33 + 3 = 36 fics

Total Words: 179,065 + 21,827 = 200,892

~Ship/Character Breakdown~

Ships (if applicable): (I’m only doing main focus ships for my fics)

Halsey x Jin x Namjoon

Hoseok x Jimin x Jungkook x Yoongi

Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung

Hoseok x Jin x Jungkook x Yoongi

Hoseok x Jin x Namjoon

Hoseok x Jin x Taehyung

Hoseok x Jungkook x Namjoon x Yoongi

Hoseok x Namjoon x Yoongi

Jimin x Jin x Jungkook x Taehyung

Jimin x Jin x Namjoon

Jimin x Jin x Taehyung x Yoongi

Jimin x Jin x Yoongi

Jimin x Jungkook x Taehyung

Jimin x Namjoon x Taehyung

Jimin x Namjoon x Yoongi

Jimin x Taehyung

Jimin x Yoongi

Jin x Jungkook

Jin x Jungkook x Namjoon

Jin x Jungkook x Yoongi

Jin x Namjoon x Taehyung

Jin x Taehyung

Jin x Yoongi

Jungkook x Namjoon

Jungkook x Taehyung

Namjoon x Yoongi

OT7 (7)

Malec (3)

Character Frequency (minus ot7):

Namjoon Ships: 11

Jin Ships: 14

Yoongi Ships: 11

Hoseok Ships: 7

Jimin Ships: 11

Taehyung Ships: 10

Jungkook Ships: 10

Halsey Ships: 1

Character POVs:

Namjoon – 6

Jin – 11

Yoongi – 2

Hoseok – 1

Jimin – 3

Taehyung – 3

Jungkook – 5

Alec Lightwood – 2

Magnus Bane – 1

Omnipotent 3rd Person – 1 (Sleeping Beauty)

Varying POV – 1 (Spooky Stories w/ Bangtan)

~Specifics~

Best and Worst Title?

Best: Camshows and Camera Lenses

Worst: Season of Love

Best and Worst first line?

Best: There were a few moments in Jungkook’s life that made him stop and think, how did he end up here. (Stuck)

Worst: “I don’t get it?” (Ready)

Best and Worst ending line?

Best: “See, Namjoon? This is why we can’t have nice things.” (Nice Things)

Worst: Jin smiled softly, his heart feeling full and happy between his two new boyfriends. (Paper Beats Rock)

~General Questions~

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected? – Actually, a lot more. It didn’t feel like I was writing near as much, but when I crunched the numbers over the past few years it’s actually more words on average per month than even when I was writing for SPN – and anyone that is a holdover from that time in my life will recall I was incredibly prolific and pressured myself to constantly put out new work. I got burnt out so bad too, which was why when I saw how much I wrote this year I was surprised – I felt literally no burn out.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? – Hmm, I mean SH, for one, I never thought I’d get into that show. But for BTS related stuff, a ship with Halsey in it. 100% did not see that coming.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. – Three-way tie. Paint the Roses White, Stretched to the Breaking Point, and Give Your All to Me. Paint the Roses because it was my first collab with my best friend, and I had so, so much fun plotting it out and working with her to put this world together. I can’t wait to dive into our next universe and get it started. Stretched to the Breaking Point because it felt so raw while I was writing it. It stung but it helped me work through some stuff going on in my life and I just really felt like it came together in a clean and good way. And Give Your All to Me because it was my first SH fic and it felt like coming home. Normally I struggle with new fandoms but when I finally got a handle on the guys, it flowed like I’d been writing them for ages.

Okay, your most popular story? – By hits, it’s definitely Stuck. Kudos it’s Euphoria, comments it’s Camshows and Camera Lenses, bookmarks – Euphoria. So to me, I think Kudos and comments weigh more than hits and bookmarks – so Euphoria and Camshows and Camera Lenses are the most popular of mine on AO3.

Story most underappreciated by the universe? – Ugh. Sentience. I feel like it’s shunned because of the ship and it’s just an out there prompt but I worked hard on that thing and I’m proud of it.

Story that could have been better? – Paper Beats Rock. I wanted to do a lot more with it but I just ran out of inspiration for it and kinda rushed to the ending.

Sexiest story? – Give Your All to Me. While just a generic smut fic, I feel like I captured the feeling a bit better than I do sometimes, and it evokes more of a response in me than some of my other smut.

Saddest story? – Promise. I mean it ends on a hopeful note, but anything involving self-harm or other self-destructive behaviors always hurts.

Fluffiest story? – Love is Not Over – I never in my life imagined I’d be writing a kid fic for BTS but here we are.

Most fun story? – Sentience, again. It was a challenge but it was so fun to try and work out all the kinks and figure out how to make this AU work.

Hardest story to write? - Sleeping Beauty. I’m still not entirely happy with how it turned out. I had a grand plan in my head for how I wanted it to play out, but I ran into a lot of writing issues in terms of POV and just feeling rushed or not into it since it was so heavily smut. It gave me more trouble than I expected it to.

Easiest/most fun story to write? – Paint the Roses White. It was easier of course because I had help, with it being a collab, but I think that just the overall plot and idea and world itself was so fun. Things came easily and even when we had to stop and discuss it didn’t feel like things were being forced. It was just something that was meant to be written.

What story took the longest? – I feel like I was writing Paper Beats Rock for a century. This was likely due to the timing – I was writing it right over a busy time in the real world – school, work, kiddo, friends – and this distracted me and made me write slower.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? – I wrote things that I previously may have considered ‘risky’ in the sense of like… I wrote for me. Rather than spending a ton of time worrying about how others would perceive the story I was writing, I wrote what I felt helped the story and worked for it. It was really satisfying to do that, to be honest. I feel like it made writing so much more enjoyable overall and less stressful. And, it was nice to see that the response wasn’t near as horrible as I worried it would be, or it would have been in other fandoms.

What are your fic writing goals for next year? – Nothing serious or big, really. I would really like to finish up a couple of chapter fics that I have had sitting on my to-do list for almost a full year now. There’s also a collab or two I’d like to work on and publish next year, in addition to my own solo stuff. And I’d like to keep writing for SH and posting those – I’m doing a writing bingo for the first half of 2020 and I think If I can do at least half of the squares (so like 12-13 out of 25) I’d be totally satisfied with that. As for word count or things of that nature – I don’t think I have anything set in stone. It would be nice to keep the same or higher for total word count, around the 200k mark, but if I don’t reach that I’m not going to fret about it. Writing should be enjoyable and relaxing, not stress me out to the point I no longer enjoy it. So, I guess my goal is to just keep writing what makes me happy.

Tagging: @btsaudge @i-live-so-i-love @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @compo67 @flora-jimin @chimknj @softjeon @zzzett And any other writing friends! I am 100% sure i forgot people here. 

[strawberryjeonginnie]

Rictusempra//Lee Minho

Part 1 || Part 2

Disclaimer: this is a reupload from my other account!

Genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, Hogwarts AU

Warnings: none

Additional: gender-neutral reader, unspecified house

Words: 2,365

Summary: You couldn’t stand that stupid Lee Minho, and he could very well say the same thing about you.

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Lee Minho; 6th year Ravenclaw, top of the class, gorgeous– stunning, even. Charming, comical, and witty, it came to no surprise that girls and boys alike adored him. To some, it seemed like there was no end to his endearingly cutting personality. Emphasis on some. Yes, while most adored Lee Minho, there must always be an exception. You, by chance, just so happened to be this exception.

Lee Minho, the very boy that people worshiped, was the bane of your existence. To you– he was an annoying, ill-mannered, sarcastic, arrogant piece of shit. The one class that you took pride in, Charms, was the very one he fought you for in marks. You– a charming, sweet, and generally quiet individual– would normally not mind having someone with higher marks than you in any circumstance. But this? This was much different.

Constantly, you would hear him gloat about his “superior grades” to all of his loving fans. It fucking pissed you off, to put it kindly. “Who the fuck brags about their grades like that? How sad do they have to be that they have to reaffirm their importance to themselves by talking about grades?” You would ask yourself. And to that, the answer is simple; very, very sad, and very, very lonely.

You would never be able to tell that from the smirk on his face as he stared at the most recent scores from the Charms test, eyes swirling with pride as he turned to you. “So (L/n), second to best again?” The question spilled out of his big, aggravating mouth. “I’d rather die before calling you the best, Lee,” You rolled your eyes, already feeling the migraine coming on from his mere presence. “No need, the marks have already said it for you,”

“Someone sure does feel the need to assert themselves,” You pushed past him, walking up to your favorite Ravenclaw, Seungmin. “Man, how the hell are the two of you in the same house? You’d think that snake would be a Slytherin,” Seungmin nodded, making a noise of agreement. “Yeah he’s an asshole, but we love him. I think he’s just sad,”

“Yeah, no shit he’s sad. We’re both in Dueling Club and I’ve never seen him go against a single person. I don’t think he really knows what he’s doing,” You shrugged. You could feel Minho’s glare bore into the back of your head as you and Seungmin walked back to your respective common rooms. “Anyways, I’ll see you later, Seungmin!”

Waking up later the next morning, you felt at ease knowing that it was Saturday, which meant no classes. You were finally relieved of the hellish torture known as “class”. You yawned, slowly stretching out your limbs in a depressingly weak attempt to wake up, the sound of the storm outside tempting you to go back into your peaceful state of slumber. Deciding to give in to the will of your heavy eyelids, you turned onto your side, ready to go back to sleep. That is until you remembered you had promised to meet Seungmin for breakfast. Your eyes quickly snapped open in panic.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, quickly jumping out of bed, stripping and dressing as fast as possible. “Fuck if I’m late again he’s not gonna let it go,” You absentmindedly muttered to yourself, shoving your wand in the pocket of your robe as you headed out of the common room.

You ran down the empty stairs of Hogwarts, save for the few ghosts you ran through in your rush. After what felt like an eternity of listening to the sound of your frantic footsteps echo off the tall, vast walls, you finally made it to the Great Hall. “Right on time,” You exhaled, walking into the nearly empty room. As it was the weekend, most of the upperclassmen were at Hogsmeade. The only remaining students were the First and Second Years and a few of the upperclassmen who had decided to stay behind for whatever reason. Walking towards the Ravenclaw table, you could already see the smug-ass grin on Seungmin’s face.

“So, (Y/n), how late did you wake up and how fast did you run?” Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Shut up. I woke up on time and took my time walking here, thank you very much,” You lied. He didn’t buy it. “Yeah right, we both know you woke up ten minutes ago,” He said, making you slump your shoulders. “Okay fine,” You said, sitting down next to him, “So what if I woke up late? I’m here, on time, isn’t that what really matters?” Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you turned only to be met with the very unwelcome face of Lee Minho. As of right on cue, the sound of loud, booming thunder rolled throughout the Great Hall.

“Just as I thought you couldn’t be anymore cursed,” You teased, quirking up an eyebrow. Minho chuckled, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I want to challenge you to a duel, (Y/n),” Upon hearing this, your eyebrows shot up on surprise. “Is that so? You’re going to go against me? Full offense, but I’ve never even seen you go against someone during Dueling Club. I highly doubt you’re going to win against me. You’re just going to embarrass yourself in front of ev–,”

“No, not during Dueling Club. I mean right now,” Minho said, cutting you off. Shocked, you looked back at Seungmin, who looked just as puzzled as you did. Catching your gaze, Seungmin made a noise of disbelief and shrugged. Turning to Minho, you blinked slowly.

“You want to fight me? Right now?” He nodded. “Yes, in the courtyard,” He said, making you snort. “Dude, it’s raining,” “I know,” You shook your head and stood up. “Fine, I’d love to kick your ass,” You walked past Minho, a smug expression on your face. There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to win, as you frequently dueled against others, and spent hours studying new spells. You were sure that the most Minho knew were the basic ones.

You walked through the halls, a few feet ahead of Minho. You could hear a third pair of rushed steps rapidly approaching you. You didn’t even have to look to know it was Seungmin.

“(Y/n), are you fucking crazy?” You heard him exclaim through gritted teeth. You laughed and shook your head. “You already know the answer to that,” He sighed at your response. “But I didn’t think you’d duel Minho, you could really hurt him,”

“Since when have you been worried about Minho? Besides, I’m not going to hurt him. I’ll just use some low-level spells. It’ll be more like pranking him than fighting him,” You said, finally seeing your destination approaching. “I swear to god, (Y/n), if he ends up being some amazing dueling god who’s just been holding out to trick you, I’m not cleaning up your dead body,”

Sighing, you took your wand out of its pocket. Putting on the hood of your robe, you stepped out into the rainy courtyard and turned to Minho, who was still standing under the protection of the outside walkway. “Lee! Are you coming, or did you decide to back out already?” You yelled over the sound of the pouring rain. Scoffing, he pulled his hood over his head and gripped his wand. “Alright, Seungmin! Since you followed us, you get to decide who wins,”

Facing each other in the center, you contemplated your plan of action. Should you take it easy on him? Should you completely obliterate him? Before you could thoroughly figure it out, Minho suddenly cast the first spell.

“Stupefy!”

“Protego!” You shouted, panicked that your shielding Charms wasn’t quick enough. You blinked slowly, processing what had just happened. “Minho, what the fuck? Were you going to knock me unconscious? Just like that? You didn’t even give me a heads up!” You yelled, completely dumbfounded by how absolutely idiotic he was.

“I’m sorry, I panicked!”

“Oh man, you’ve gotta be fucking–“ You heard Seungmin groan, making you laugh. Minho really had no clue what he was doing. He was book smart, not street smart. Shaking your head, you decided to just get the stupid duel over with.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and get this over with,” You said, pointing your wand at Minho. “Expelliarmus!” His wand flew out of his hand, and he immediately looked defeated. “Shit, I’m a dumbass,” Minho said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“You were right, (L/n)! I really am bad at dueling! I give up!”

“Oh no, I came all the way out here, to this rainy ass courtyard, on my Saturday morning, just to duel you. I’m gonna get something out of it,” Minho looked worried. “W-what do you mean?”

“Rictusempra!”

Suddenly, Minho starts laughing, startling Seungmin half to death. Minho fell to the ground laughing, rolling around and clutching his sides. “(Y/n)... what did you do to Minho?” Seungmin slowly asked, a warning tone to his voice. “Oh, you know– just a simple tickling charm. Nothing harmful, and it should wear off soon!” You smirked, looking at the mess in front of you.

As Minho laughed, you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly cute he was in this state. Disgusted by your own thoughts, you scrunched up your own nose. “I’ve seen better,” You thought, walking back to Seungmin. “You wanna go chill out in the Gryffindor Common Room with Jisung and me? They’ve got a bomb ass fireplace and the rain was kind of cold,”

“Yeah, sure, that sounds nice,”

That night, you lie awake thinking about the day's events. Sure, it had been fun beating Minho’s ass and leaving him to suffer in the rain– but was it worth it in the end? Normally, the answer would have been an inhumanly quick “yes”– but now, you were having second thoughts. You, the baddest bitch in town, had briefly thought that the Scum of the Earth, Lee Minho, was cute. Attractive, even. The more you thought about him, the angrier you became. You hated his stupidly handsome facial structure, despised his perfect fucking nose, were absolutely revolted by his stunning eyes, and– oh no, you were in love.

Curling up in a ball, you groaned. There was literally no reason for you to like him. Not only was he incredibly annoying, but he also tried to fucking fight you earlier. That’s more than enough of a reason to hate him. Yet something about him was just so endearing to you. Something very hidden. So hidden, you developed a migraine trying to figure out. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you twisted your body around to try and become more comfortable in your bed. Nothing was comfortable knowing that you were developing a crush on the biggest asshole you had ever met.

“This is ridiculous,” You angrily whispered, pushing yourself off your bed. Even though it was 1:00 am, much past Hogwarts’ 10:00 pm curfew, you figured a night stroll was exactly what you needed to clear your head. Grabbing your robe, you slipped on your shoes and quietly headed out, making sure not to wake anyone.

“Lumos,” The soft light from your wand illuminated your face, allowing you to see the empty halls of Hogwarts. All around you, the paintings on the walls slept, creating a calm atmosphere. You hurriedly made your way through the school, trying to get outside as fast as you could without getting caught by Flich or his cat.

After ten minutes, you finally made it out of the castle and to the lake. Huffing, you sat down and stared at the moon’s reflection on the water. There was so much running through your mind. Why did you suddenly take interest in Minho? Was it the way he smiled? His laugh? Or were you really just so angry that he was plaguing your mind? Lost in thought, you hardly even realized there was someone sitting next to you.

“Hey,” He said, looking out to the lake, his arms pulling his knees to his chest.

It was silent between the two of you, a mutual understanding of sorts. You guessed he had a lot on his mind as well. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about. Perhaps he was out there for the same reason you were? You internally shook your head at the thought.

“Why?” He suddenly asked, startling you out of your trance. “Why what?”

“Why do you hate me?” The gentle tone of Minho’s voice startled you. Tearing your eyes from the lake, you turned to him. His eyes reflected the light from the lake and his brows were furrowed as he looked at the water. “Everyone else likes me. Why can’t you?”

“I don’t know,” You whispered. The more you thought about it, the more irrational your distaste for him seemed. Yeah, he was annoying, but there was no real reason to hate him in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” You put your head down, taking interest in the blades of grass beneath you. “I am too. I kept trying to make you like me, but I ended up being an asshole. I’m like a three-year-old,” He laughed, shaking his head.

You chuckled, playing with your wand. “I guess we both are. Sucks that it took me kicking your ass with a shitty spell for us to realize it,” As soon as the words left your mouth, you heard Minho choke. “I was in the rain dying for ten minutes after that, so I guess I had some reflection time.”

For a while, the two of you sat and talked. It must have been at least an hour before you yawned, making Minho softly smile. “It’s really late, you should probably go to bed,” You hummed in agreement, lifting yourself off the ground. “You should too. Even though we don’t have classes tomorrow, it’s probably not good to stay up. Flich is probably still on parole.”

“Nah,” He shook his head, “I’m probably gonna sit out here for a little longer. Gotta lot on my mind.”

“Alright, just don’t stay up too late,” And with that, you walked off.

[doubleknxtted]

Rictusempra//Lee Minho

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (coming soon)

Words: 2,377

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers, gender-neutral reader insert, Hogwarts AU

Warnings: none, other than Minho being an asshole

Lee Minho; 6th year Ravenclaw, top of the class, gorgeous– stunning, even. Charming, comical, and witty, it came to no surprise that girls and boys alike adored him. To some, it seemed like there was no end to his endearingly cutting personality. Emphasis on some. Yes, while most adored Lee Minho, there must always be an exception. You, by chance, just so happened to be this exception.

Lee Minho, the very boy that people worshiped, was the bane of your existence. To you– he was an annoying, ill-mannered, sarcastic, arrogant piece of shit. The one class that you took pride in, Charms, was the very one he fought you for in marks. You– a charming, sweet, and generally quiet individual– would normally not mind having someone with higher marks than you in any circumstance. But this? This was much different.

Constantly, you would hear him gloat about his “superior grades” to all of his loving fans. It fucking pissed you off, to put it kindly. “Who the fuck brags about their grades like that? How sad do they have to be that they have to reaffirm their importance to themselves by talking about grades?” You would ask yourself. And to that, the answer is simple; very, very sad, and very, very lonely.

You would never be able to tell that from the smirk on his face as he stared at the most recent scores from the Charms test, eyes swirling with pride as he turned to you. “So (L/n), second to best again?” The question spilled out of his big, aggravating mouth. “I’d rather die before calling you the best, Lee,” You rolled your eyes, already feeling the migraine coming on from his mere presence. “No need, the marks have already said it for you,”

“Someone sure does feel the need to assert themselves,” You pushed past him, walking up to your favorite Ravenclaw, Seungmin. “Man, how the hell are the two of you in the same house? You’d think that snake would be a Slytherin,” Seungmin nodded, making a noise of agreement. “Yeah he’s an asshole, but we love him. I think he’s just sad,”

“Yeah, no shit he’s sad. We’re both in Dueling Club and I’ve never seen him go against a single person. I don’t think he really knows what he’s doing,” You shrugged. You could feel Minho’s glare bore into the back of your head as you and Seungmin walked back to your respective common rooms. “Anyways, I’ll see you later, Seungmin!”

Waking up later the next morning, you felt at ease knowing that it was Saturday, which meant no classes. You were finally relieved of the hellish torture known as “class”. You yawned, slowly stretching out your limbs in a depressingly weak attempt to wake up, the sound of the storm outside tempting you to go back into your peaceful state of slumber. Deciding to give in to the will of your heavy eyelids, you turned onto your side, ready to go back to sleep. That is until you remembered you had promised to meet Seungmin for breakfast. Your eyes quickly snapped open in panic.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, quickly jumping out of bed, stripping and dressing as fast as possible. “Fuck if I’m late again he’s not gonna let it go,” You absentmindedly muttered to yourself, shoving your wand in the pocket of your robe as you headed out of the common room.

You ran down the empty stairs of Hogwarts, save for the few ghosts you ran through in your rush. After what felt like an eternity of listening to the sound of your frantic footsteps echo off the tall, vast walls, you finally made it to the Great Hall. “Right on time,” You exhaled, walking into the nearly empty room. As it was the weekend, most of the upperclassmen were at Hogsmeade. The only remaining students were the First and Second Years and a few of the upperclassmen who had decided to stay behind for whatever reason. Walking towards the Ravenclaw table, you could already see the smug-ass grin on Seungmin’s face.

“So, (Y/n), how late did you wake up and how fast did you run?” Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Shut up. I woke up on time and took my time walking here, thank you very much,” You lied. He didn’t buy it. “Yeah right, we both know you woke up ten minutes ago,” He said, making you slump your shoulders. “Okay fine,” You said, sitting down next to him, “So what if I woke up late? I’m here, on time, isn’t that what really matters?” Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you turned only to be met with the very unwelcome face of Lee Minho. As of right on cue, the sound of loud, booming thunder rolled throughout the Great Hall.

“Just as I thought you couldn’t be anymore cursed,” You teased, quirking up an eyebrow. Minho chuckled, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I want to challenge you to a duel, (Y/n),” Upon hearing this, your eyebrows shot up on surprise. “Is that so? You’re going to go against me? Full offense, but I’ve never even seen you go against someone during Dueling Club. I highly doubt you’re going to win against me. You’re just going to embarrass yourself in front of ev–,”

“No, not during Dueling Club. I mean right now,” Minho said, cutting you off. Shocked, you looked back at Seungmin, who looked just as puzzled as you did. Catching your gaze, Seungmin made a noise of disbelief and shrugged. Turning to Minho, you blinked slowly.

“You want to fight me? Right now?” He nodded. “Yes, in the courtyard,” He said, making you snort. “Dude, it’s raining,” “I know,” You shook your head and stood up. “Fine, I’d love to kick your ass,” You walked past Minho, a smug expression on your face. There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to win, as you frequently dueled against others, and spent hours studying new spells. You were sure that the most Minho knew were the basic ones.

You walked through the halls, a few feet ahead of Minho. You could hear a third pair of rushed steps rapidly approaching you. You didn’t even have to look to know it was Seungmin.

“(Y/n), are you fucking crazy?” You heard him exclaim through gritted teeth. You laughed and shook your head. “You already know the answer to that,” He sighed at your response. “But I didn’t think you’d duel Minho, you could really hurt him,”

“Since when have you been worried about Minho? Besides, I’m not going to hurt him. I’ll just use some low-level spells. It’ll be more like pranking him than fighting him,” You said, finally seeing your destination approaching. “I swear to god, (Y/n), if he ends up being some amazing dueling god who’s just been holding out to trick you, I’m not cleaning up your dead body,”

Sighing, you took your wand out of its pocket. Putting on the hood of your robe, you stepped out into the rainy courtyard and turned to Minho, who was still standing under the protection of the outside walkway. “Lee! Are you coming, or did you decide to back out already?” You yelled over the sound of the pouring rain. Scoffing, he pulled his hood over his head and gripped his wand. “Alright, Seungmin! Since you followed us, you get to decide who wins,”

Facing each other in the center, you contemplated your plan of action. Should you take it easy on him? Should you completely obliterate him? Before you could thoroughly figure it out, Minho suddenly cast the first spell.

“Stupefy!”

“Protego!” You shouted, panicked that your shielding Charms wasn’t quick enough. You blinked slowly, processing what had just happened. “Minho, what the fuck? Were you going to knock me unconscious? Just like that? You didn’t even give me a heads up!” You yelled, completely dumbfounded by how absolutely idiotic he was.

“I’m sorry, I panicked!”

“Oh man, you’ve gotta be fucking–“ You heard Seungmin groan, making you laugh. Minho really had no clue what he was doing. He was book smart, not street smart. Shaking your head, you decided to just get the stupid duel over with.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and get this over with,” You said, pointing your wand at Minho. “Expelliarmus!” His wand flew out of his hand, and he immediately looked defeated. “Shit, I’m a dumbass,” Minho said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“You were right, (L/n)! I really am bad at dueling! I give up!”

“Oh no, I came all the way out here, to this rainy ass courtyard, on my Saturday morning, just to duel you. I’m gonna get something out of it,” Minho looked worried. “W-what do you mean?”

“Rictusempra!”

Suddenly, Minho starts laughing, startling Seungmin half to death. Minho fell to the ground laughing, rolling around and clutching his sides. “(Y/n)... what did you do to Minho?” Seungmin slowly asked, a warning tone to his voice. “Oh, you know– just a simple tickling charm. Nothing harmful, and it should wear off soon!” You smirked, looking at the mess in front of you.

As Minho laughed, you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly cute he was in this state. Disgusted by your own thoughts, you scrunched up your own nose. “I’ve seen better,” You thought, walking back to Seungmin. “You wanna go chill out in the Gryffindor Common Room with Jisung and me? They’ve got a bomb ass fireplace and the rain was kind of cold,”

“Yeah, sure, that sounds nice,”

That night, you lie awake thinking about the day's events. Sure, it had been fun beating Minho’s ass and leaving him to suffer in the rain– but was it worth it in the end? Normally, the answer would have been an inhumanly quick “yes”– but now, you were having second thoughts. You, the baddest bitch in town, had briefly thought that the Scum of the Earth, Lee Minho, was cute. Attractive, even. The more you thought about him, the angrier you became. You hated his stupidly handsome facial structure, despised his perfect fucking nose, were absolutely revolted by his stunning eyes, and– oh no, you were in love.

Curling up in a ball, you groaned. There was literally no reason for you to like him. Not only was he incredibly annoying, but he also tried to fucking fight you earlier. That’s more than enough of a reason to hate him. Yet something about him was just so endearing to you. Something very hidden. So hidden, you developed a migraine trying to figure out. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you twisted your body around to try and become more comfortable in your bed. Nothing was comfortable knowing that you were developing a crush on the biggest asshole you had ever met.

“This is ridiculous,” You angrily whispered, pushing yourself off your bed. Even though it was 1:00 am, much past Hogwarts’ 10:00 pm curfew, you figured a night stroll was exactly what you needed to clear your head. Grabbing your robe, you slipped on your shoes and quietly headed out, making sure not to wake anyone.

“Lumos,” The soft light from your wand illuminated your face, allowing you to see the empty halls of Hogwarts. All around you, the paintings on the walls slept, creating a calm atmosphere. You hurriedly made your way through the school, trying to get outside as fast as you could without getting caught by Flich or his cat.

After ten minutes, you finally made it out of the castle and to the lake. Huffing, you sat down and stared at the moon’s reflection on the water. There was so much running through your mind. Why did you suddenly take interest in Minho? Was it the way he smiled? His laugh? Or were you really just so angry that he was plaguing your mind? Lost in thought, you hardly even realized there was someone sitting next to you.

“Hey,” He said, looking out to the lake, his arms pulling his knees to his chest.

It was silent between the two of you, a mutual understanding of sorts. You guessed he had a lot on his mind as well. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about. Perhaps he was out there for the same reason you were? You internally shook your head at the thought.

“Why?” He suddenly asked, startling you out of your trance. “Why what?”

“Why do you hate me?” The gentle tone of Minho’s voice startled you. Tearing your eyes from the lake, you turned to him. His eyes reflected the light from the lake and his brows were furrowed as he looked at the water. “Everyone else likes me. Why can’t you?”

“I don’t know,” You whispered. The more you thought about it, the more irrational your distaste for him seemed. Yeah, he was annoying, but there was no real reason to hate him in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” You put your head down, taking interest in the blades of grass beneath you. “I am too. I kept trying to make you like me, but I ended up being an asshole. I’m like a three-year-old,” He laughed, shaking his head.

You chuckled, playing with your wand. “I guess we both are. Sucks that it took me kicking your ass with a shitty spell for us to realize it,” As soon as the words left your mouth, you heard Minho choke. “I was in the rain dying for ten minutes after that, so I guess I had some reflection time.”

For a while, the two of you sat and talked. It must have been at least an hour before you yawned, making Minho softly smile. “It’s really late, you should probably go to bed,” You hummed in agreement, lifting yourself off the ground. “You should too. Even though we don’t have classes tomorrow, it’s probably not good to stay up. Flich is probably still on parole.”

“Nah,” He shook his head, “I’m probably gonna sit out here for a little longer. Gotta lot on my mind.”

“Alright, just don’t stay up too late,” And with that, you walked off.

[curious-fools-howl-to-the-moon]

Chapter 2 is here!! Still kind of slow, but building up! (And it’s another long one!)

She finished filling out the register information and hit log in. She had no chat requests and her inbox was empty, as to be expected from someone who just created an account. So far so good. She picked up her phone and texted Heather.

'Hey, what's your blue umbrella name?' And hit send.

She sat her phone to the side and stared at her computer screen, waiting for a text back. Minutes passed and no reply. No requests either, not even from random accounts. She sighed and picked up her phone again, "Come on Heather, the fuck?" she checked and saw no new messages before tossing her phone back down.

Finally her phone buzzed and she picked it up, it was Heather. She opened the text, 'Hey! Sorry for the late reply, was driving. Just text me your name, it'll be easier for me to find you.' Delilah sighed again to herself as she started typing out her username and hit the send button. Seconds later she got a reply. 'Smeared_Mascara??? What are you 12?? lol'

'You're lucky I even went on this stupid site to start with. Does anyone even use this anymore? I've been on here for almost ten minutes and not one message or requests, nothing.' she texted back and then instantly got a reply. So fast that Delilah was unsure if she even got her reply before she sent it. 

'Joking obviously Lemme look you up!' She tossed her phone to the side again as she waited for Heather's request.

A couple seconds passed and then a message box appeared on the screen saying [SUMMER_wHEATHER wants to chat with you! y/n?] Delilah felt a small smirk appear on her face. She hit the y button and started her message.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Seriously? Summer wheather? And you said MY username was childish.]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Mine is NOT childish! It's totally clever!! Don't ruin my fun on here already :P]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Ok, ok. Calm yourself. I'm not gonna ruin anything. Not yet anyway, lol. What are you up to?]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: I'm home now. Chilling in my Pajamas. Really wanted to get out tonight but this weather sucks ass.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Agreed. Usually I like this kind of weather, but not when I have to run home in it and it fucks my makeup up. lol]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Ugh, I hate rain. Regardless of how it treats my makeup. Just depressing. You have tomorrow off right?? You and I should go do something!] 

She smiled as her eyes read the message. She had to admit, that did sound like fun. She couldn't really remember the last time they got to hang out, it was definitely around the time Heather first moved down here.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Fuck it, that sounds fun. Let's do it, God knows I could use a break. Pam's been working me like a dog as of late. I think I might've pissed her off or something.]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Yayyyyyyy!! Awesome!! Not that she's working you hard, obviously. Anyway, it's settled then. Maybe some shopping downtown and then we'll grab a bite to eat, my treat? And we're NOT going to the bar so no worries, lmfao] 

Delilah smirked to herself as she let out a chuckle. Heather could be a bit much sometimes, but most of the time she was just trying to be a solid friend. Something that Delilah was thankful she had. At least one.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Lmfao, sounds good. Thanks girl. You wanna pick me up tomorrow? Say around noon-ish?]

[SUMMER_wHEATHER: Uh, yeah? You can't very well walk all the way to my house??? lmao. I'm kidding! Noon sounds great! We're definitely gonna start using this website more often. SO much quicker than texting and you actually answer these. ;P lol. See you then! Love ya!!!! <3]

Delilah chuckled again as she typed. [SMEARED_MASCARA: Lol, you're hilarious. Love ya too. <3]

The next box that appeared simply read, [SUMMER_wHEATHER has gone offline] She scoffed, "Goodnight to you too, Heather." she said to herself as she moved her cursor to the closing tab button. Her finger hovered over it when another message box appeared and her computer dinged, she glanced to it with furrowed brows.

[B_H wants to chat with you! y/n]

Her brow raised, [B_H] sounded really bland, almost boring. Why would they want to chat with someone like her? Maybe it's some old person, it wouldn't surprise her if Heather had sent her to some website that had even more elderly people than Facebook. She shrugged to herself, she wasn't exactly ready for bed anyway. A few more minutes of talking to someone who was more than likely as interesting as a brick wall might do the trick. She reached over to the coffee table and took her beer, taking a sip of it as she hit the y button.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Hey.] she sent the message and laid back a little. She was usually the first one to start conversations anyway, even in the real world, so this wasn't anything new. Almost instantly, she heard her computer ding again and the blue message box appear. She opened it.

[B_H: Hello.] They replied. She arched a brow, they replied quickly. Maybe she was the only person they were talking to? She wondered if there was a group chat option or something? She wasn't sure how this thing even worked, but just hoped it wasn't too complicated.

[SMEARED_MASCARA: What's up?]

[B_H: I'm sitting at home bored out of my mind. Thought I could talk to some like minded people on here. What about you?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Just got home from work a few hours ago. It's been a long night and I'm just thankful I don't have to go in tomorrow, lol]

[B_H: Sorry to hear that, work sucks. Care to talk about it? I've had a few bad nights of my own.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Just a shit situation. I got out of it though. You work around Bridgton?]

[B_H: I do. Retail work downtown. Right near Mona's and that shit Chinese restaurant.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Lol, never had the food there. I'll steer clear. Thanks for the heads up.]

[B_H: You work in Bridgton too?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: I do. More IN town than downtown, but the people are just as bad I'm sure. lol]

[B_H: The worst.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: So what's the B_H stand for?]

[B_H: Just initials. I'm not that creative with usernames. What about yours?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: It was just basically my reflection tonight. Lol nothing special]

[B_H: Why is it smeared?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: It was raining when I got home, pouring actually. Completely ruined my eye makeup.]

[B_H: Oh, I see.] they sent another immediately after. [B_H: Your interests says you like computers. You work with them?]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: I don't work with them professionally. I use to do coding for my friend. I didn't look at your interests, you like them too? Lol] It wasn't exactly coding that she did, it was more like hacking, but that wasn't exactly something she wanted to type out in a chat box on the internet. Who knows how secure this site really was?

[B_H: I do actually, kind of a fan of anything you can take apart and put back together. Guess you could say I'm a tech guy.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Oh cool. I use to be really into it and still dabble in it from time to time, but the diner keeps me way too busy. Unfortunately, lol]

[B_H: You work at a diner?]

"Fuck." she said aloud to herself. [SMEARED_MASCARA: Yeah, lol.]

[B_H: I bet you deal with some of the worst people then.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Lol, anyone who works with people have the worst people.]

[B_H: Haha, agreed. Well, I won't hold you up, big day tomorrow right?]

Her brows furrowed as she read over the message. [SMEARED_MASCARA: What do you mean? lol]

[B_H: You said you had the day off? I just thought you'd be doing something exciting. You seem like that kind of person.]

She relaxed a bit and shook her head. [SMEARED_MASCARA: Oh right, I forgot I mentioned it. Must be more tired than I thought, lol. I hope it's exciting though and I'm glad that I seem like that kind of person.]

[B_H: You do. I'm glad we were able to talk, at least for a while.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Me too. I was a little hesitant to accept your chat to be honest, lol. I wasn't sure the kind of people that hang on this site.]

[B_H: Absolutely. Be careful of who you talk to on here. I've had my fair share of...weirdos.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: I bet, lol.]

[B_H: Well, have a good night. We should do this again soon. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to find anyone interesting on here, but I was wrong. I wanna get to know you better. You seem nice.]

She smiled to herself and started typing, [SMEARED_MASCARA: Aw, thanks lol. We will, for sure. I could use another friend. Having just one gets kind of lonely after a while lol.]

[B_H: I understand. I don't have many friends either.]

[SMEARED_MASCARA: Well, you seem pretty cool yourself. Kinda different from most of the people around here, but I like different. We'll add each other to our lists for later, have a nice night, B.]

[B_H: You too.]

[B_H has gone offline]

Delilah exited off the browser and closed her laptop, feeling a sense of excitement wash over her. It's been forever since she's talked with anyone that wasn't Heather. Not that she was anti-social or anything, because quite frankly she was the exact opposite. 

She loved talking with people and meeting new people, it's just everyone around here usually just ignored her. But it was strange, she hardly knew anything about this person. Their name, gender, age or even what they looked like. She didn't know any of it but for some reason she felt comfortable enough to tell them about her night as if they did know each other. Maybe it was just the complete and total anonymous of it all that made her so trusting. 

They don't know anything about her either, so there was nothing to lose. Regardless, she was glad she at least talked to someone different tonight. 

She stood from her couch, stretched her body and tossed her two beer bottles into the trash can before heading into her bedroom.

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A man sat at a desk, his head tilted and his chin propped up underneath his palm as he stared at his computer screen. The homepage of Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella was right in front of him. 

His basement was almost pitch dark aside from the bright light that shined from his desktop. There were other computers that surrounded him, with monitors of all different sizes that were covered with different icons and websites. 

Various types of drawings were clothes pinned to string that hung from his ceiling. The drawings were...strange, to say the least. A lot of black and red, some looked to be scribbled with marker while others seemed to drip like paint.

Scattered around the shelves, on tables and under desks were scrap metal pieces from old and new electronics. Things he would use to build whatever he needed whenever he needed it. His head never moved from it's tilted state as he leaned back in his computer chair, the back of it squeaked as he did. 

His piercing blue eyes were still locked on the screen in front of himself. He appeared to be in his late twenties, he was thinner with short brown hair.

This man's name was Brady Hartsfield. Unknowingly to everyone else was also the infamous Mercedes Killer who went completely off the grid two years ago immediately after his crime had taken place. The crime of course being that he drove a Mercedes through a crowd of people at a job fair, leaving hardly any survivors. His face wasn't shown and so he was never caught and still resides in Bridgton Ohio to this day, right under Bill Hodges's nose. 

Bill Hodges was a detective, the same detective that tried so hard to put him behind bars after the murders. But he failed and since then has retired from his position as a on duty detective.

"Smeared Mascara, huh?" Brady said aloud to no one, his voice the only sound that emitted from the room. "Hm." He had to admit to himself, she intrigued him. He wasn't sure why, but she did. 

He finally tore his gaze away from the computer screen and over to the clock on his wall. It showed it was a little past one in the morning. He nodded to himself, as much as he hated to do it, he had to be at work tomorrow. Which meant he had to wake up earlier and that meant going to bed at a reasonable hour. Not that sleeping was ever something he did particularly well.

He pushed himself away from his desk and stood from the chair. As he made his way over to the bed his mind stayed focused on whoever this ‘SMEARED_MASCARA' was. She mentioned she worked at a diner in town, but that didn't really narrow it down. There were tons of diners in Bridgton. 

He rested his head on his pillow and pulled his sheets over himself as he stared at the wall. She said she did coding as well, he wondered what kind and why she did it.

She could be someone he needed. Someone who could help him. And even if she couldn't help him with exactly what he needed, he figured in the long run it would be a lot better to have her on his side than against him. It looked like he would be adding the task of trying to recruit her to his already long list of things to do. 

He had to be careful, precise and cautious. First thing first, he had to figure out if what she was saying was true. Was she really that experienced with computers? Did she really know about coding and possibly even hacking? This could be a good thing. A very good thing.

But if he slipped up, even for a second, she could find out everything she did not need to know. But then again, if she did, there was always a quick answer for that.

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A car horn honked outside her house and it made her nearly jump out of her bed. A sense of dread washed over her as her eyes adjusted to the sun pouring in through her small bedroom window. She was still in the clothes she got home in last night, she didn't even get changed into pajamas.

"Oh you've gotta be shitting me..." she muttered to herself and swung her legs off the side of the bed. "I did not sleep until fucking noon..." she said in disbelief at herself. "Jesus Christ, Lilah..." she rubbed her face over with her hand just as her cellphone rang from the bedside table, making her jump again.

She grabbed it and looked to the caller ID; it was Heather. She sighed to herself and even though she was sure of what would be said, she answered it. "I know, I know." she said as she stood from the bed and walked to her kitchen. She heard Heather's cheerful morning voice speak from the phone. One of the many things Delilah was jealous of about Heather, she was definitely a morning person. Delilah on the other hand, a complete night owl.

"Hey! I'm parked out front! You coming out or what?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just...I needed to grab something." she winced at herself for not being able to come up with a better excuse than that. She knew Heather wasn't going to buy it, she was way smarter than that. She heard a scoff of disbelief from the other line.

"What do you have to-oh my God, Delilah. Are you seriously just waking up?" she asked, "You do know it's noon right?"

Delilah grabbed a cereal bar and bottled water, "Yes, I am aware it's noon." she closed her fridge with her foot and headed towards the door. She sat her phone on the counter and hit the speaker button as she started to put on her boots. "My fucking alarm didn't go off." she said with a grunt.

"Sure." her friend dragged out the word that was then followed by a laugh. "When did you finally go to sleep last night?" she asked, sounding more concerned than curious. Even though she was the same age as Delilah, Heather always was watching out for her like she was her mom. Occasionally making sure she ate right, got enough sleep and got out to have fun once in a while.

Delilah couldn't help but chuckle to herself, "I'm 27 years old Heather, I can go to bed whenever I want."

"Delilah..."

She sighed as she stood up, "Around like 2:45 or something." She looked over herself in the mirror, fixing her hair that stuck up around her head before pulling it into a ponytail. She reached into her bag and pulled out her makeup as she quickly started to apply it. 

"I just lost track of time. It's fine though, I'm literally about to walk out the door. See you in just a sec." She didn't give Heather anymore time to nag, instead she hung up her phone and stuck it in her pocket. She finished her makeup, grabbed her cereal bar and water then headed out her front door.

She closed it behind herself and could hear Heather's car engine running behind herself. She turned and jogged down the stairs towards the car, nearly tripping over her own feet. She caught herself and her breakfast she was holding but what she didn't catch was her cellphone that plummeted straight into the concrete sidewalk screen first.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed as Heather's passenger side window rolled down and she leaned towards it.

"Oh fuck was that your cell?" she asked, as if her phone were a child.

"Yeah. Exactly what kind of shit I needed this morning." Delilah muttered as she bent down and picked it up before making her way to the passenger side of Heather's car. She got in and closed the door, putting all her belongings in her lap. "Please don't be smashed..." she said as she squinted her eyes and flipped it over. 

Heather sharp intake of air told her that her fear had come true. She opened her eyes and her shoulder's dropped. The whole front screen was cracked, it started from the center and went out like a web. "Goddammit."

Heather took her phone from her hands and looked to it, "Maybe...it's not that bad off?" she said and Delilah shot her a stop bullshitting type look. She sighed, "I'm not joking, it might be fixable somehow..." she flipped it over to look at the back. "What kind of phone is this anyway?"

"An old as Hell one Pam gave me." she said as she took her phone back from her friend, "God, she is not gonna buy me a new one." she whined as she moved her thumb over the dented glass. Heather started up her car and began driving.

"Just eat your breakfast first, we'll figure out the phone thing. It won't be a big deal." she gave her a smile and Delilah didn't return the gesture. Instead she just stuffed her phone into her pocket and started to open her cereal bar.

"Why couldn't I have dropped this shit?" she held it up as she took at bite out of it. Heather laughed and shook her head as she sighed.

"Because it's us." she said and that made a small smirk appear on Delilah's lips.

"That I believe."

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Heather got onto the main road that led into town, "So, why'd you get to bed so late last night?" she asked casually. "And I'm not buying the whole 'I lost track of time' excuse, because I'm not stupid." she added with a lighthearted laugh. Delilah nodded and scoffed.

"I know." she paused, "I had planned on going to bed right after we finished talking. But then I got another request, from someone named B_H." she shrugged and Heather raised a brow to her before looking back to the road. Delilah continued, "I accepted it and we talked for a bit. They seem pretty cool and they work in downtown Bridgton." she finished as she took another bite from her breakfast bar.

"Ooh." Heather almost sang, "Made a new friend, did we?" she smiled.

She smirked and shook her head, "This isn't high school. They said they were looking for some like-minded people to talk to, I guess I just fit that bill." she shrugged. "I don't know anything about them aside from their screen name, so I wouldn't call us friends."

"Well you have to find out more!" she said impatiently as she tapped the steering wheel with her polished nails. "I wanna know more about this guy and what he looks like!"

She scoffed, "I don't even know if it's a guy, Heather." she smiled, "For all I know they could be someone's grandma or something."

"You're screen name is smeared mascara...tell me an old grandma who would wanna talk with someone with that name." she let her words sit in the air for a moment, a sly smile appeared on her face. "I do know that a lot of guys would want to though. They probably think it sounds mysterious...sexy." she growled and Delilah nearly choked on her water.

"Heather, please." she said in between coughs, "I'm trying to eat my breakfast here."

She laughed and grinned, a pearly white smile. "It's alright to be excited about a new friend you know...or maybe something more?" she winked to her.

Delilah swallowed the last bite of her cereal bar and shook her head, "Alright, no more talking. You just drive now before I throw myself out of this moving car." Heather laughed again but her friend's words echoed in her ears. She started to wonder who exactly B_H was, and what they were doing talking to someone like her.

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[pendergays]

Welcome To The Dark Side (Priya x MC)(2/???)

Chapter Two: Want (Part 1)

A/N: So as it turns out, Tumblr has a limit on how long your posts can be (🙃), which is why I’m going to have to split the chapter into two and why it ends so abruptly. Don’t worry, the next chapter is airing in like two minutes. It also has smut. Anyway, special thanks to @delphinusbae, @dulcedemigoddessmasse, and @1suicidenotes1 for providing encouragement and feedback!

You’ve always been attracted to the wrong sort of thing. Neon signs in seedy bars, cigarette smoke blown from devilish smiles, that telltale glint you see in someone’s eye when they’re ready to take you somewhere you don’t know if you can come back from. A disturbing majority of the girls you’ve had fall into that category: so forbidden and so gorgeous, you couldn't help but want them. It’s an addiction, plain and simple. And all you can do once you succumb to that addiction is hope the thrill of entwined bodies is worth the empty bed in the morning.

You wake up with a pounding hangover and the first thing you notice is that the bed isn’t empty. You prop yourself up on your arms to look around. Priya’s sitting up next to you, legs swinging lazily off the bed, holding a perfectly round red apple in a manicured hand. She turns to you, a soft smile on her lips. The heavy curtains in her room filter out most of the sun, but the rays that do make it bathe her hair in a halo of soft golden light. “Morning, beautiful,” she says, and her voice sounds a little tired and a lot content. A small smile graces her gorgeous face, surprisingly unguarded. Even though she looks exactly the same as yesterday, there’s something different about her. Something softer, beneath her usual hazy veneer of loud music and louder moans.

She bites into the apple. Juice drips from the corner of her mouth, rolling in lazy drops down to her chin. Something about the action jars your memory. An alcohol-blurred scene flashes in your mind: overwhelming sheer indulgence, her teeth cutting into your neck, how fucking perfect she looked on top of you. And a trail of blood— your blood— tracing a path from her mouth to chin.

Holy shit. You actually did that. You actually let her.

Congratulations, you think to yourself, half-sarcastic and half-incredulous. You not only managed to screw a vampire, but also allowed her to drink your blood. Jesus Christ, who knows how many blood-transmitted STDs you might’ve gotten? It’s not like you took vampire Sex Ed. Shit, were we supposed to use protection? Dental dams?

The sudden flood of mental ramblings combined with your mounting panic exacerbates your hangover painfully. With a pitiful whine, you drop back down onto the bed and roll over until your face is buried in a pillow. It… smells like her. Surprisingly enough, the faint scent of saffron calms you near-instantly, your heartbeat returning to its normal pace. Even the marching band stomping away inside your skull seems to have quieted down.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong, darling?”

You don’t know. You can’t deny that it says something about your character that you jumped into bed with a paranormal entity as soon as she asked politely. And then not-so-politely. If this was a regular hookup in a regular bar with a human, you could walk away from the tangled sheets, paint over your hickeys with makeup and never see her again. Easy as that. But this woman is tied closely to your boss, given that they’re both Clan leaders, and if you want to keep working with Adrian you’re probably going to have to see her again.

You suppress a low, self-deprecating chuckle. Wow. Only you could get entangled in some kind of criminal vampire conspiracy mere hours after getting hired for your dream job.

“One-night-stand regret?” Priya guesses near-perfectly, a hint of what could be remorse embedded in the words. You flip over, smoothing your hair out of your face and turning to her. Lying to her… would not be a good idea, especially if vampires have supernatural intuition or something equally BS. So you tell her the truth, and hope you don’t end up looking like juice box by the end of it.

“Kind of. I mean, last night was great. More than great, even.” You pause momentarily to relish in the memory of delirious heat and delicious hints of pain mixed in with mind-shattering pleasure. Your eyes begin to glaze over.... No, wait, fuck! Focus! You shake your head to clear away the remaining cobwebs in your mind, and continue. “It’s just… I don’t know. Sleeping with a vampire wasn’t really on my bucket list, y’know? Especially since you and my boss seem to be kinda, uh. Not close?” You end on a question, feeling like you’re tiptoeing around land mines.

Priya throws her head back and laughs. It’s a nice sound, filled with lazy indulgence and sweet satisfaction. Completely at odds with what she says next. “If you never want to see me again, that’s completely fine.” The words come out casually, smooth and without any trace of hesitation. “More of my human lovers do than not. Of course, then they had to be taken care of by the Council… but I don’t think that’ll be necessary in your case.” She tosses her apple core into the trash can by the door nonchalantly, before scooting forward a few inches toward you. Her eyes are a dark, rich, mahogany color, and they sweep up and down the length of your body in a way that makes you feel like you’re exposed, completely bare for her to see. She’s not smiling anymore. “You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“Yes,” you whisper, the word slipping out of your lips not entirely because of self-preservation reasons. You want her to look at you fondly, to smile at you and kiss you and– fuck. Looking for affection from a vampire is dumb. You know that. So why are you still doing it?

The moment you speak, the smile is back on her face, as stunning as ever. When she smiles at you… it feels like the sun itself is beaming. Like everything is right in the world, even if just for a moment. Your breath catches in your chest involuntarily and you have to consciously make yourself inhale and exhale. This... this is bad. You need to get away from this– away from her. She’s not good for you. You shouldn’t want her so much.

(But you do.)

“Good girl,” she smirks, oblivious to your mental turmoil. “Anyway, even if I was going to report you to the Council, I’m sure Adrian would made sure every hair on your pretty little head is safe. He seems to have taken a shine to you. I can understand why.” She pulls your chin up to meet her half-lidded gaze, and you freeze like a rabbit caught by a wolf. Her next words come out low and soft, promising things you don’t understand exactly but want anyway. “If I’m being honest… I’ve taken a shine to you too. I wish I could keep you.”

She sighs, before letting go of my chin and turning away, running slim fingers through her thick dark hair. “Speaking of Addy… he’s awfully concerned about you. As are a bunch of other people.” She opens a drawer in her bed-stand and takes out your phone, before tossing it to you. “It was beeping and ringing the whole night so I put it away. Feel free to go and tell whoever’s stalking you that no, the evil vampiress hasn’t murdered you or done some other horrific thing.” She pauses, then grins wickedly. “Well, to be fair, you went through a lot of “little death”s last night.”

It takes you a moment for your rudimentary high-school French to parse the innuendo, and when you do, you light up a bright cherry-red. Priya laughs at your sheepish expression, but quickly turns serious again. “No, really. You have good friends.” Is that a touch of wistfulness you hear? Jealousy, even?

You don’t have time to try and figure it out. When you turn on your phone, your jaw actually drops– 46 messages and 23 voicemails?! What the metaphorical fuck?! Quickly scrolling through them, you realize the bulk of them are from Lily, though Adrian’s contributed to the rest.

Lily Spencer [11:43 PM]: Where are youuuuu

Lily Spencer [12:26 AM]: Are you getting it on w/ your hot boss? ;)

Lily Spencer [1:09 AM]: No but really where the fuck are you??? I’m legit worried smh

Lily Spencer [1:59 AM]: Are you okay??? Text me “mchanzo” if you need an emergency rescue!!!

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You groan. Fuck. You can already feel a headache coming on. Combined with your throbbing hangover, that’s a deadly combination. You send off a quick “Don’t worry, I’m okay!” to Lily and then check Adrian’s messages.

Adrian Raines [12:11 AM]: I’m really sorry for bringing you to Priya’s studio. I didn’t know she’d be like this.

Adrian Raines [1:02 AM]: Are you alright? Tell Priya you’re under my protection. She can’t hurt you.

Adrian Raines [1:38 AM]: Call me and I’ll be right there. I was stupid to bring you there. I’m sorry.

You cringe. Well, Adrian didn’t seem to take it too badly, but it’ll still be really awkward when you see him at work today—

Wait.

With an ice-cold, creeping dread, you hurriedly check the time at the top of your phone. Surely enough, the numbers there pronounce your doom: 9:23 AM.

“I’m late,” you gasp in horror.

Sensing your profound distress, Priya cranes her neck over your shoulder. Her eyes quickly flit through the messages, and a wry grin makes its way onto her scarlet lips. “I did tell you Adrian was awfully protective,” she says, a glaze of bitterness souring the otherwise cheerful words. “Though I’m a little offended he thinks I would hurt you. Of course I wouldn’t. You’re too pretty for that,” she remarks casually, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You swallow and ignore the aching, tantalizing flare of arousal that sparks between your legs. Prying yourself away from her grasp, you send her a withering glare. “It doesn’t matter whether Adrian is protective or not, because he’s going to fire me anyway I’m not there in like three minutes.”

Priya shrugs, leaning back luxuriously on the medley of fluffy white pillows behind her and using only her elbows to prop herself up. A curl of coiffed dark hair falls onto her face, partially obscuring one eye. You swallow, once again hit with the “attractive girl is next to you” hammer. She’s all painted lips and painted nails and bronze legs that go on for days. The epitome of devil-may-care.

Her honeyed voice snaps you out of your reverie. “Look, angel, I don’t mean to be dismissive of your job as accountant– assistant, whatever– but I’m just saying, you’ve been blessed with the kind of beauty that’s rare to come by. An allure that doesn’t stop skin-deep.” You wonder if that’s a double-entendre, given that she spent a good part of last night with her teeth in your neck. She continues, “You’re already spectacular, but with a little makeup and one of my masterpieces, you could be the greatest model New York City’s seen in a while. Besides,” she winks suggestively, “being a model has wonderful benefits. Including but not limited to, hmm, private sessions with the head designer.”

You were wondering where all this flattery was leading up to. As it turns out, it led to complete and utter madness.

“...Priya,” you start, trying to phrase this tactfully and finding yourself wanting, “I can’t be a model. I already have a job at Raines Corp, which is quite frankly in peril because of how not on-time I am.”

The vampire rolls her eyes, taking a pillow and throwing it at you playfully. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. First of all, who cares if you’re late? Besides, Didi already called to say you can take the day off.”

You blink rapidly, uncomprehending. “Didi?”

Priya lets out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. “Adrian. Keep up. He called me at three in the morning– so rude, I know– and when he was done thoroughly scalping me for defiling his precious little assistant, he said you could take the day off. It makes sense, which is surprising coming from Mr. Bring A Human To Work Day. You should rest.”

A variety of emotions course through you in the span of a few short seconds. Relief at not getting fired less than 24 hours after getting hired, confusion at how many nicknames Priya has for Adrian, and sheer utter disbelief at all the contradictions she’s spewing from those perfect lips.

“Hold up,” you say before Priya can distract you again. “I should rest? Literally two seconds ago you were trying to bribe me into being a model with sex– don’t try to deny it, it won’t work– both of which aren’t exactly relaxing. Where exactly would I be resting between the runway and the orgasms?”

Priya waves you off. “Don’t fret, gorgeous. We’ll have plenty of time to destress in the hours leading up to your modeling debut. But first things first– you need something to eat. Something that isn’t me, at least.”

You sputter and stumble over your words and Priya seems to delight in it, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush,” she purrs, and you can’t help the warmth that blooms in your chest like a flower under the sun. It’s not just arousal, unfortunately. You could understand that– she is, after all, one of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen– but what you can’t deal with is this, this affection. You’re not stupid. You know where this kind of feeling leads. And you absolutely cannot walk down that precarious, woefully wonderful path. Not with her.

(But why not....?)

You know why. She’s a goddamn vampire, for one, and beyond that… she’s perfect. Not for most people, but for you. You’re weak to these kinds of girls, who bite and bruise and touch and take so wonderfully. Dangerous girls, if you had to sum it up in a word. And Priya… she’s the pinnacle of that. Spending the night with her was the dumbest thing you could’ve done. And yet… you already know you’d do it again. You’d keep coming back, as long as she’d have you.

(Fuck. I’m so fucked up.)

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Want Part 2

[shooter-nobunagun]

Watching the English

//Trying something a little different this time; instead of full-fledged fics or one-shots, I will be attempting something similar to those “theme” prompts, where you only write a couple sentences max per ‘theme’.

As the title indicates, it’ll revolve around the peculiarities of British--particularly English--behaviours and quirks. Full range of ratings, though the mature ones won’t be particularly smutty.

(Yes these are from the actual book, “Watching the English” by Kate Fox)

Sex

“...You know, I’m starting to wonder where that stereotype of British people being prudes came from.”

Those emeralds that were slowly about to close open with a start. “Huh?!”

She props up on one elbow. “Well, it’s just when I first mentioned to some of my old classmates that I was marrying you, they kept giving me these strange, pitying looks and comments about how British people--especially from England--just don’t...do sex?” Those short little brows furrow in confusion. “But that’s definitely not true...I mean, we do it all the time and with--”

“All right, I think that’s enough pillow talk for now. G’night love.” And he turns over and resolutely makes like he’s about to pass out so he doesn’t have to engage in this incredibly awkward, embarrassing, subject.

Because English people just don’t talk about sex. At all. Ever.

Flirting

Why does this have to be so difficult. You’d think simply making a declaration, a short utterance of “good job on the field today” would be cake compared to mowing down a dozen or more Objects, but instead it comes out as “you need t’ watch your back; I’m not your nanny.” 

Which goes down about as well as you’d expect and now instead of a perhaps engaging in some light banter she stomps off in a huff (but not before shooting him a sharp glare and a muttered ‘bastard’) while he’s drowning his sorrows (?) quite literally in the galley, glass in one hand and a half-empty bottle of gin in the other.

“For someone who claims to be sweet on her, you sure aren’t very good at letting the poor girl know.”

“Piss off Beckham, ‘m not in the mood.”

The other Brit chuckles and offers to pour him a glass, to which he accepts because his coordination is probably gone at this point. “Sure, whatever you say Adam. I’m surprised you didn’t slosh yourself up first before attempting to, ah, flirt.” 

A pause. 

“Actually, perhaps better that you didn’t. I’m not sure if an insult is better or worse than a proposal to shag.”

Banter

“Excuse me? Just who was the one who saved your sorry ass from getting skewered?”

“--Which wouldn’t have happened if you’d just stuck to the plan like everyone else--”

“--Puh-lease, you’re just mad ‘cause you slipped up at the exact moment we needed it to count--”

“Oh, and suddenly you know what to do, Miss ‘can’t-even-get-to-the-site-fast-enough’?”

“You’re a real jackass--”

“--cheeky bitch--”

The bickering continues all the way past the lockers, as the remaining two members of the Second Platoon trail behind.

“Ah, isn’t young love sweet? Newton sighs wistfully while Gandhi sweatdrops.

“Even now, I still find you English to be...incomprehensible at times.”

Male-Bonding (and girlwatching)

“Alright, that’s definitely a 2-pinter. No, maybe 3?”

“Yer daft mate, ‘s gotta be at least 4...maybe even 5. Oy Adam, wha’s yer take?”

His eyes swivel lazily to the buxom brunette, who’s not-too-subtly making glances at their little group in the corner of the pub. “Why th’ fuck yer askin’ me for...”

“Ah c’mon mate, yur not married yet--gotta have a bit ‘o fun ‘afore ‘s all ‘taboo’ an’ shite,” the Scotsman takes another impressive swig while Gandhi claps him on the back. “’Sides, not many of those to th’ pound, tha’s fer sure...even if they’re not real...”

“Ah, yeh...uh huh...” Against his better judgement (probably due to the alcohol) he takes another look over, though when his eyes settle on those enormous water balloons that look like they’re about to burst out of that skin-tight dress, the only thing that comes to mind is how much better Sio’s are.

Size isn’t everything.

Weather

“Nice t’ have some pleasant weather for a change.”

“I’ll say; all those grey clouds hovering around...as if the mood’s not tense enough already.”

“Though ye might wanna bring an umbrella, looks ta be rain clouds ahead later on...”

“Naturally Hunter, one can never be certain with skies like these...”

“Oy Newton, Hunter, how long’re you two going t’ keep jabbering?”

“Temper temper, Jack...it’s a wonder you haven’t scared off the poor girl by now.”

The three finally troop out after what seemed to be an endless debate about whether or not to bring an umbrella--though, as Sio follows the trio out, she has to resist the urge to ask how one could possibly talk about the weather for so long. 

Besides, to her the skies look pretty much the same as they did yesterday.

Grey.

Bridges

“Whooaa! No wonder the London Bridge is so popular...it’s really impressive!” The girl leans over the railing just a tad too much for his taste, attempting to take photos. “Hey, do you think we can go up and see the view from those towers?”

“Well yes, it’s open to the public during normal hours--oy squirt, please watch yourself--!” The girl gives a slight squeal as he pulls her back by the collar. “You’re going to give me a heart attack...”

“Aww...sorry, I just wanted to get a good shot.” Small hands give him a warm hug, which he returns. “But I’m never worried, ‘cause I know you can always catch me if I ever really get into trouble,” she smiles up at the man, and Adam feels his cheeks grow warm despite himself.

“W, Well, just because I can fly doesn’t mean you should go around taking unnecessary risks,” he chastises gently, before placing a light kiss on her forehead. “But of course, I’ll always be here for you, figuratively and literally.”

Sio giggles at his response, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. “Thanks...Adam.” He responds with another kiss on her cheek, eliciting a squeak. “Mou, I thought British people frown upon PDA?”

“I’ll make an exception,” he responds dryly. “Besides, it’s not like I care.”

Their hands loops together as they continue walking along.

“Oh, and love? This is the Tower Bridge, by the way...London Bridge is the other one.”

[illumelilac]

Juliette’s Diary - Part 2

Word Count: 1366

Part 1: https://illumelilac.tumblr.com/post/164319494474/juliettes-diary-part-1 

So this is really short. I'm sorry. I'm going to try and make these longer going forward. University has been really crazy and I haven't had much time to just sit down and write. Anyways I know you guys have been waiting a long ass time, so here you go. I'm going to try and have another chapter out around mid-October. Until then I hope you enjoy. Special thanks to my babes @illumegeoff and @ihaveabadreputation because I love them and they inspire me every damn day. Also peep their stories cause they are great!

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Juliette's POV  

It was raining. It had been all summer, but I still happened to find myself in the library. It was around two in the afternoon and I was in my favourite corner of the library; surrounded by only silence and the stories that managed to make my summer reading list. I had a few piles around me, some I had read, some I hadn’t and it was my intention to read most of them before making my way home for supper that evening. This was how I intended to spend the rest of my vacation; by living vicariously through the characters I read about.

It made me think of my dad, being here. It had only been two years since he passed away, but time didn’t seem to make talking about him any easier. We used to spend hours here; just reading and enjoying eachothers company. Everything seemed to remind me of him now a days; the lemongrass growing in my garden, the smell of campfires and whenever John Mayer played on the radio. I didn’t think I could ever miss anyone more than I missed dad. I was just flipping aimlessly at this point, my eyes ran across the pages but I wasn’t retaining anything. The air conditioning vent that was located above me managed to blow some wispy baby hairs into my eyes; thus, stopping my concentration. I had become so lost in the pages of my own thoughts that I had failed to realize two very important things; one being the name of the main character I was reading about and the other being the person who managed to sneak up on me.

“Holy fuck Shawn! You scared me!” I laughed as I smacked him with my book; meanwhile I tried to restart my heart. I wondered if he was carrying around a defibrillator in his backpack. Who did he think he was creeping up on me like slenderman in a dark library in the middle a rain storm?

“You can’t sneak up on me like that!” I said seriously as I dog eared the page to mark my spot and gestured for him to sit down. I had seen Shawn a few times over the summer; at Katherine’s pool party, the record shop downtown and occasionally at Rocky’s Diner with his friends. He sat quietly beside me while he looked over at the stack of books I had signed out that morning. I could see he was thinking, but of what I wasn’t sure. He suddenly picked out a book from my pile flipping it over and inspecting it with a judgemental look on his face.

“Kissing Shakespeare? Really?” He laughed at me. I tried to keep my smile from breaking through. This boy’s ‘disgusted’ face was honestly adorable and hilarious all at the same time. “Don’t you dare. It’s a great book!” I scolded him laughing as I hid the novel in my book bag. Pamela Mingle had such a way with words and I had read this book so many times I had lost count.

“I’m just saying, isn’t kissing a dead guy kind of frowned upon in today’s society?” The way his eyes lit up when he spoke made my mouth dry up.

A trace of a smirk graced his lips as I quickly recomposed myself and fired back; “Ew! He wasn’t dead in the story Shawn” I laughed as I bumped my shoulder against his.

“Besides; there are plenty of boys you could kiss who are… I don’t know… Actually breathing.” He laughed loudly before it became obvious that he noticed what he had just suggested. I could see the blush practically oozing out of him. It tainted his cheeks with a fiery red glow that made my heart squeeze in my chest. It gave him some sort of beautifully human quality I couldn’t exactly place my finger on.

“Shawn are you blushing?” I giggled. This question most definitely furthered his embarrassment. He looked like deer caught in headlights. His eyes were wide and he looked anywhere but at me. He quickly found something above my head that was particularly interesting and he stuttered a quick “N-no.” I nodded my head smiling in a teasing way. I brought my hand up to his face in an attempt to meet his gaze. Our eyes met after a moment and my fingers carefully fixed some of the curls that had managed to fall askew on his forehead.

“Sure you aren’t, Romeo.” I teased happily, a smug smile found it’s way onto my face as I broke eye contact. I grabbed the rest of the books I’d signed out and placed them each into my book bag carefully. I threw the strap over my shoulder and rose to my feet.

“Are you coming?” I looked at him expectedly. He looked completely shocked and confused and I didn’t blame him.

“U-uh where?” He stuttered again.

This boy. Lord, please have mercy on me. I placed a hand on my hip and gave him the most serious look I could muster.

“We are going on an adventure, Shawn. You mustn't ask questions.”

“Okay.” He said standing up.

“Alright, let’s go.”

We made our way out of the library and into the parking lot. It was only drizzling outside now and the air smelt so fresh. I had walked that morning. It was quiet and the grass had been dewy from the night before. It was one of those perfect mornings; when I sleep in late and curl up with a hot cup of tea and a great book. Alas, I had some books to return. So with that, I exited my forgiving bed and got ready for the day ahead of me.

I had checked the forecast before going out but I still somehow managed to leave my umbrella at home. I ended up getting caught in the sweet summer rain and thus my hair was still slightly damp hours later. It was cold for August and the air nipped at my arms, chilling me to the bone. I zipped up my sweater and wrapped my jacket around me tighter trying to block the harsh breeze. We stood under the awning at the entrance of the library as I dug through my book bag in search of my wallet.

I had remembered having a few spare bus passes, and I planned on using them for our expedition. I started walking towards the bus stop that would take us downtown assuming he would follow me; however, Shawn had other plans. He pulled a pair of keys out of one of his pockets and unlocked the black jeep that was parked right in front of the ‘book drop’ box. I probably looked like a gaping goldfish, but he still smiled and opened the passenger door for me.

“Woah such a gentlemen. Are you trying to impress me or something, Mendes?” I giggled as I climbed into the passenger seat and did up my seatbelt.

“So what if I am?” He asked, as he rested his forearm against the top beam of the jeep. His face was hovering just in front of mine, barely a few inches away. I could smell his minty breath, and as we held eye contact, I felt my heart begin to beat faster. I swallowed thickly, the air feeling heavy in my chest.

“W-well…” I stuttered lamely. How did he go from an adorable blushing mess to this confident and D A N G E R O U S sex god?

“Well…” He continued drawing out the l’s thus mocking my ability, or lack thereof, to form coherent sentences.

“Well…” I clear my throat before starting again. “It’ll take a lot more than a few cliches to impress me.”

LIE. AN ABSOLUTE BLATANT LIE. “But you’re off to a good start.” And with that small token of affirmation, a genuine contentedness fell between the two of us. He was still leaning against the car and I probably could have let him stay like for hours. And I would have been perfectly happy just admiring his face, but we were losing daylight, and I had a plan.

“Well what are you waiting for? Adventure awaits.”  

[booknerd405]

all the soft asks! all of them! i love you so much!!

ily Kate!!!!!!!

honey: what’s your favorite memory you made this year?

tbh there were a lot so imma just name a few of them: 1) that night that you, Libby, Em, and I were at Libby’s house and we were all on one bed and just kept tickling each other 2)playing at carnegie hall & that one moment when i hit the gong correctly for the first fucking time and Mr. S looked so happy it was gr8 and 3) tonight i got pho with my boys and then we went to like 4 different parks and just fucked around and ate too much junk and trespassed on a lot of public property just to chill and it was everything 

sunshine: 3 things you do to relax

1.)  take extra long scalding hot showers with depressing/mellow music (this is gonna kill me not to be able to do properly in dorms fuck)

2.)  take my dog for a walk or walk with my dad at night

3.) let myself go brain dead for a few hours and just watch youtube videos and crochet till my fingers hurt

rain: put your music on shuffle and give a 5 song playlist

Nocturne No. 5 in F sharp major Op. 15 No.2 by Chopin, played by Rubinstein (because i’m a ho for chopin)

That Green Gentleman by Panic! at the Disco 

Mr. Watson by Cruel Youth

Bad Liar by Selena Gomez

Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean 

lace: what’s your favorite piece of clothing?

right now it’s probably my 2 gentlemen of verona shirt but i’m changing my answer literally every 2 minutes in my head so idk (i’m hoping that if i ever actually crochet the cape i bought a punch of supplies for, that it’ll be my fav lol)

flowers: what’s your favorite outdoor activity?

does sitting and staring at the scenery count as an activity? if not, then going to parks with idiot boys 

roses: what’s your favorite perfume or cologne?

my favorite perfumes are Mariah Carey’s Luscious Pink and Flowerbomb by Victor and  Rolf but my favorite scent on earth is the cologne Play by Givenchy i literally spray that on my stuffed animals so that I can smell it as i sleep

sunsets: give 3 movie recommendations

1) The Intouchables (except ur literally not allowed to watch it the 1st time w/out me i need to watch this french movie w you even if we have to do it over skype)

2) Rush Hour (maybe even Rush Hour 2, but the 1st one is the best)

3) the original 3 Indiana Jones movies (i know that’s more than 1 movie, i dont care)

blankets: what’s your night routine?

brush my teeth, put on my prescription acne medication, try and fail to convince my dog to sleep with me instead of my parents, give up, write a sentence in my 10 year journal and tell myself that i’ll clean my pen out tomorrow, tell myself that i’lll start packing for university tomorrow (i wont), read some fanfic (usually Kurtbastian or Tododeku with a bit of Victuuri sprinkled in), then go to sleep

thunder: what’s your favorite instrument?

i feel a bit obligated to say piano cuz ive been playing it for over 10 years for a reason, but aside from that, i’d say my fav instrument to play is a 3 way tie between gong, suspended cymbals, and timpani, and my fav instrument to listen to other than piano is the cello

ink: favorite thing you’ve written?

lmao i haven’t written anything i’ve liked in a long time (i haven’t written anything in a long time cuz im afraid to lbr) but id say maybe the poem i wrote in middle school that was kinda experimental called Alone, and all the random scenes i wrote for the book i was writing all through middle school called Afflictions (i made the mistake of reading through them an now i wanna start writing it again fuck)

heartbeat: who’s your best friend?

it would actually be impossible for me to choose between Kate and Frederick so i will combine the names to make it 1 best friend: Katerick Frate Karick Frederate 

sunrise: kisses or hugs?

hugs :D

fairy lights: who was the last person you talked to?

my older brother, about pumpkin spice beer

sugar: what’s your favorite snack?

bananas!! (especially if they’re covered in nutella ;P)

wind: what’s your favorite season?

im a basic bitch who loves autumn

trees: favorite thing about your hometown?

there’s a lot of things but probably the best thing about it growing up was that our public schools are so big and the environment is very inclusive so cliques were never rly much of a thing? like there were definitely different groups of ppl but they intermingled so much that it didn’t rly matter? nothing was weird about the captain of the football team being friends with a marching band kid

smiles: who do you go to for comfort?

my dad

skyline: the sun, the moon, or the stars?

the stars!!

lavender: what color do you find most comforting?

almost any shade of brown will usually do the trick but beige and tan are especially nice (basically look at my aesthetic side blog @mercurialaesthetic and that’s ur answer lol)

[lsdgay]

spaghetti storytime

it’s just me talkin about work lol

today. was. a lot.

it’s been 90 degrees everyday. basically, for the past three days i’ve been the day driver and then first off which means i go in at noon (10:30 on friday lmaoo) and drive by myself until 4 or 5 when the other driver (or 2 if it’s friday + sat) shows up, basically get thru the rush and then i get to go home anywhere from 5 to 9 it just depends if there’s orders or w/e. 

today. things were going normally, i showed up at noon, literally only took 4 orders between then and 3:15 and busied myself with cleaning stuff and being bored. then i got to take a break for an hour bc those are the REAL dead hours like the phone doesn’t even ring so i went to chipotle and it was really good and just sat inside and enjoyed the A/C. came back, didn’t miss a thing, tim goes. hey, how would u feel about closing tn. i was like. ??????. he was like, yeah, she’s not gonna come. this is the SECOND time this has happened w/ this particular girl in like the past two weeks idk how to feel about it tbh. so, therefore, now i was also not only closing (we close at 8:30 on sundays and my actual like closing shit doesn’t take more than 15 minutes max) but i was the only driver the whole shift. i did that a lot last summer, i did it last time she abandoned me lol, like, it’s not a HUGE deal but also. i like having someone 2 back me up. also, if she was there, then i could have left.

right, so, taking orders, doing my thing, they’re coming at a relatively normal pace.

driving back to the restaurant

me: wow, where’d the sun go! those clouds look awfully dark! is it gonna rain

phone: not until 10 :) 

me: it is getting really intense!!!

phone: 40% chance of rain at 7 :) (it’s like 5:30 or so now)

me: ....the wind is literally shaking my car rn. it looks like a fucking tornado outside. 

but i’m a delivery man. i persist. 

i make it back to the restaurant, looks VERY dark, still VERY windy, getting ready to tell the servers n shit bc they don’t get to go outside

pull up, get out of my car but then the DISHWASHER SAYS TO ME: i’m standing out here because the power went out!

me: really?!

oh my god. it really did.

go in the kitchen. dark. everyone is operating by phone light. servers are like: welcome back :) *laughs nervously*

i didn’t get to soak it in for long bc my manager had already bagged more deliveries up and was like go!

so i took one and it started to pour rain after that. i could not take any others. i’m not gonna bore u w/ the details of this but basically the copies of the receipt we had only had the address and number not the totals which is an obvious problem. we were literally trying to add them up manually but still like u gotta sign for card stuff and it was terrible.

i was literally making salads in the dark. i got 1000 island all over my hand. it was gross as hell. 

so, basically, a few ppl got their orders like an hour and a half late. opps wtf u want me to do lol power’s fuckin OUT my dude.

it came on again after like 45 minutes or so. it got super hot inside. once it was over everything kinda resumed as normal and i got to leave work at like idk 9. it could’ve been worse but these last three days have been a loooot. but i only work 4-first off tomorrow so it’ll be normal again at least. 

oh and i made $125 in tips for the day & now i’m bong sweet bong

[cabinboy100]

BABY DRIVER: Screening #2 brain dump…

This post is gonna be a spoiler-tastic collection of notes, thoughts, Edgar/Easter eggs, and crazy talk on elements of Edgar Wright's BABY DRIVER after a second screening tonight.

(You can review my post-screening-1 ramble here.)

About names and casting…

Buddy—Jason Van Horn.

I couldn't hold onto his last name after my first screening, just vaguely recalled it being Van Winklevossy, y'know? Something that fit Bats's educated guess from an uneducated man. But this time, I remembered, and hours later, I get it! I think? Jason VAN HORN! =)

Darling—Monica Costello.

In the car after taking care of the Butcher & friends, the crew press each other about their names and Buddy explains that they only know each other by nicknames, aka "monickers." With punny timing, Darling then reveals that her real name is Monica. We find out her last name is Costello from a breaking news bulletin later. My mind always jumps to Abbott-and- but I don't think that applies here. =)

Griff—short for Griffin.

We never get his real name, but that doesn't matter so much here. We do get Griffin, as in the legendary eagle-lion mashup beast, depending on the culture and time in which you ask, supposedly supernaturally wise and partial to gold treasure and testing humans with riddles.

Frack, am I confusing them w/sphinxes? Hrm…I'm gonna go with it, just to get my thoughts down.

After the first heist, Griff takes it on himself to find out what makes Baby tick, believing his quiet and aloofness to be signs that he considers himself better than the rest of the crew. He explains to Baby—You can't do crime without being a little criminal…One day, you're gonna get blood on your hands.

I wish I could remember more/all of what he says to Baby, but I'd bet all of it is and/or comes true.

Even if the name isn't a perfect connect, he still plays a Cassandra-like Wrightian soothsayer in the shape of a bank robber.

Doc.

I don't think we get any clue as to his altar ego, if he has one. All we know is he's a heist mastermind with impressive resources and a line on people with nasal troubles. We do see him sharing drinks w/Big Boi and Killer Mike at Bacchanalia, tho. ENT to hip-hop stars who was once in love, too? =)

Bats—Leon.

The batty lion. That works. I think we must've gotten his last name in that breaking news report, too, but I missed it. Nuts.

Eddie No-Nose—formerly Eddie the Nose.

Heh. That's a No-Nose no-no, page 1.

J.D.

I didn't catch any hint as to his real name. Maybe it's a filmmaking reference, like R2-D2? But specific to something or someone disposable? Or maybe a clue as to his fate, when or if he's ever discovered, post-sunset, he'd surely be tagged as a John Doe, right?

The Butcher—never get his name, but the actor? OMG! STILL ALIVE! =)

Crazy amazing casting and a damn impressive delivery of a pig-themed bad cop sales pitch! Perhaps PHANTOM holds a special place in Wright's heart? I know it does in mine. Or perhaps it's the man's extensive and inspiring oeuvre as a whole. In any case, a joyous experience seeing him in the BABY DRIVER world.

And the rest…

Now, whatever I can recall that I want to not forget, roughly in the order of appearance in the film…

The graffiti behind Baby is definitely updated between his trip to Octane and back to the Healey building. Maybe in more than one place, but I'm only sure about the "RIGHT" + "Shake Shake" art. On the way to Octane, along with Baby's "Harlem Shuffle" track syncing with graffiti and posted words in the environment, we see Baby match poses with wall art of a guy looking up to the sky and play "air horn" in front of show window featuring a trumpet. On his way back, a sandwich board doomsayer tells him that he must save himself from sin, and when crossing the street, a police car just passes him by before turning on its siren.

I wonder…Could the lyrics to "Harlem Shuffle" be a map to one of the getaway scenes? Or the acts and plot of the entire film…?

Hrm…Maybe…? Certainly can't put it past Professor Wright =)

When Baby flips thru channels at home w/Joe early on, there's a series of channel audio bits that felt a lot like SHAUN OF THE DEAD. The MONSTERS, INC bit that Baby uses on Doc—"You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship."—is part of it. At the end, we see coverage of a bullfight, a matador stepping around a skewered but undefeated bull. We hear, and see via cc—"The bull still stands." In the moment, that seems to be comment on Baby's sticking with his one-more-job-and-I'm-done plan, despite Joe's objection.

However, before we cut to the next scene, the announcer continues, talking about how the matador, having failed to finish the bull from horseback, must now try his luck on foot, which is kind of what happens to Baby after the Post Office robbery and also in his finale duel with Buddy in the parking garage. Post-Post Office, after skewering Bats, Baby (and Buddy and Darling) have to abandon their steed and escape on foot.

Later, when it's down to Baby and Deb vs. Buddy, they start car-v-car (the red Charger and the police cruiser), but Baby tells Debra they have to get out of the car so that he can end this, and although he does that just to get into a different car, the final confrontation has all of the players on their feet. Well, y'know, until they're not any more.

I think the second time we see Baby or Joe channel-hopping at home, Noel Fielding appears on screen for a few seconds. On my first screening, I thought it was a clip from THE MIGHTY BOOSH, but now I realize that it's from the video for Mint Royale's "Blue Song," which Wright directed and was sort of an early short form riff of his BABY DRIVER concept. A wheelman waiting on his crew to the sound—and duration—of a favorite song of the right length.

Debora vs. her sister Mary for songs with their names.

Bo's Diner decor/wall art—Route 66, couple in a convertible. Same as one of the postcards Deb sends Baby in jail.

Where is Bo's Diner? If ever in the area, gotta go—gotta go!

Laundromat decor/wall art—rockets and space.

Was the decor in the dinner and 'mat redone for the movie, or left as found?

The senior waitress says that Baby's been coming there since before she started. She thinks/heard that his mom used to work there. Lucky for Baby Deb thinks that more sweet than creepy. =)

BABY: I have different iPods for different days, different moods…

Bo's Diner number—555-1270. I think that was it. December 1970? Does that line up with a significant birthday or cinematic event?

There's a beautiful pair of shots one after the other when Baby, at home, calls Debora at Bo's. He's framed in a doorway of a darkened room, Joe in the lit living room behind him, with most of the dark on screen to the right. Then we see Deb, framed by the dark foreground of part of the kitchen, or maybe a supply/pantry area, to the left, with the light of the diner behind her. There's a palpable sense of their connection thru that phone line that crosses a darkness between them.

Or something. =)

Baby notices JD's "HAT" neck tattoo. JD explains that it used to read "HATE" but he had it "fixed" to be more marketable to prospective employers. After all…

JD: Who doesn't like hats?

Baby invites Debora to "Buck & Ella" (I think w/his earbuds in and sight reading from the side, he doesn’t perfectly catch “Bacchanalia” =) for the finest wining and dining of all the wine and dine in town.

Deb and Baby make music with their glasses at Buck & Ella. The whole non-verbal carousel cam montage of their date there is in wonderful sync to the music. LA LA LAND, eat your hat. =)

DOC: Take the buds out, shades off. Take the nephew, it'll be less suspicious.

I remember thinking that this seems like a way for Doc to set Baby up for capture later, getting his uncovered face caught on camera. A contingency plan to keep Doc under his thumb? Or put him away after this job?

NEPHEW SAM: You have a mint that says "Sam?"

When Baby and Sam deliver their reconnaissance report, I think Doc says, "Chips off the old block." A hint of actual fatherly affection? A Fagin-like show of pride? A clue to his brother's identity? Something else?

POSTAL WORKER: Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

This after saying she's working "9 to 5, just like Dolly."

It's a sweet connect to the rain that falls the next day, the day of the Post Office heist, and the rainbow that appears five years later when Deb picks up Miles on his release from prison, ready to drive west on 20 in a car they can't afford with a plan they don't have.

I guess that's romantic? Sounds like a lot of stress to me. =)

Whenever someone slams a door or trunk, we hear Baby's tinnitus ringing. Always a flashback to the accident?

BATS: You don't need a score for a score!

And he talks about Hex Songs…

"Knockin' on Heaven's Door" "End of the Road" "Hotel California"

BATS: An educated guess from an uneducated man.

Bats at Bo's "reading" Buddy and Darling. They rob banks to support doing drugs. Bats does drugs to support robbing banks. They're on vacation; he's at work.

The bill at Bo's for four Cokes, aka three Cokes and one Coca: $5.70. Baby leaves a 20 and a note: Road trip 2am.

When Baby and Deb are on the run after shooting Buddy at Bo's, Baby steps into a phone booth in a bit of empty lot to call Doc, who is not helpful. The booth has graffiti on its clear walls of tentacles reaching up from the ground—a visual representation of the realization of Griff's prophecy? This is just before they—Bonnie and Clyde? More like Bonnie and Bonnie—acquire the red Charger from the vaping punks. One of them asks Baby to leave him his phone but since it's playing the music, Baby says—Nope. =)

BABY: Fuck you, Buddy.

Paraphrasing Elvis? FYB vs TCB? =)

I didn't mention it in my previous ramble, but Baby definitely vibes Elvis at least as much as Han throughout the movie, and earlier, actually. When lip syncing to the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion's "Bellbottoms" in the opening heist, he's definitely channeling Elvis for me.

Caught in the credits this time that WALTER HILL is the ASL interpreter for Joe in the courtroom at Baby's trial. Only heard, not seen. Cinema-cool… =)

Also, Baby's prisoner number is 28071978—the release date of Walter Hill's THE DRIVER! =)

WHO gives Baby his mail in jail? Not credited (in order of appearance, he should've been last, and the judge was last). Whoever it is has a very unique look, and a distinctive voice. Guess I'll just have to see it again!

Keep on keepin' on~