#just. forgot the succession of events and trying not to head in hands.

[mhaccunoval]

also. i nearly forgot that roy/keeley sleeping together again was at the end of 3x10 until i saw a shot in my screencap folder. succeeding the shots from uncle day.

[biteyoubiteme]

black cherry flavored

ot5 txt x fem!reader

synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

warnings: 🔞!!! gangbang, mentions of drinking, getting scared, fearplay? reader gets chased through house and doesnt know who it is, knifeplay (only used to cut off underwear), clit play, mean dom moments, filming during sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (f!), creampie(s), marking, subspace, fingering, oral (m! rec), hair pulling!, overstim (f!rec), she/her used prob forgot some

wc: 9.2k (this one got away from me)

an: this is not proofread at all im so so so sorry forgive me sweet angel ily but I cannot believe october is over and this event has come to an end ;-; I hope you guys like this one! im a HUGE horror movie fan so I was excited to do this and hopefully it turned out well. I went with a different approach for a scream fic that was kinda based on different aspects from the movies and I hope you like it! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the rest of the fics! [dumdum m.list]

"whats your favorite scary movie?"

You roll your eyes, hand coming up to cover the screen of your laptop. “Aren't you supposed to be doing your own work not pestering me about mine?” 

It was late in the night, the library dead silent besides the hum of the heater and faint typing on stiff keyboards. The door to the study space was cracked just enough to hear the elevator if it dinged, the indicator the floor would soon be closing for the cleaning staff. The clock on the wall told you it was close to one in the morning, only an hour away from the library being cleared and closed.  

“I'm avoiding the rest of my essay,” beomgyu shrugs, clicking his pen as a signal for an end to the line of questioning. “Annoying you just seemed like a better plan,” 

“Annoying all of us, I needed this done an hour ago,” yeonjun doesn't even look up from his laptop, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lenses glossed over with the light from his screen, fingers speeding over the keys only to pause and jam the delete button. “Fuck, i lost my train of thought,” 

“It's already late, just turn it in tomorrow morning,” huening suggests, slouched back in his chair, thumbs nibbly swiveling on the joystick of his switch. “The syllabus said it was ten points off no matter how late after twelve you submit it,” 

“Don't talk to me right now, you got yours in on time. And I'm getting this done tonight whether I like it or not. I won't be able to handle looking at it tomorrow morning. the paper just won't get turned in at all if that happens,” yeonjuns back to typing furiously squinting at his laptop not noticing kais grin. 

“You should have listened to me about meeting up at nine, but nooo-” 

“Huening,” yeonjun warns. 

“I'm just saying…” 

Yeonjun picks up one of Soobin's scattered pens from the table, tossing it at Kai hitting him in the lap. And when Kai just laughs, Yeonjun picks up a few more to throw, the showering of pens making Kai yelp. 

“Shhh,” soobin doesn't even lift his head to see what's going on. He and tae had been trying to sleep for the better part of two hours, Taehyun having found success, sliding two chairs together to prop his legs up. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and hasn't said anything since closing them. Soobin only crossed his arms and laid his head down, leg bouncing showing he was still struggling to actually find it in him to sleep without his bed. 

The six of you usually booked the room on Friday nights from nine to two, blocking the time to try and catch up on work before the weekend. It was either the time you got the most work done or none at all. You're surprised it took beomgyu this long to finally turn away from his assignment at this point he's usually at the whiteboard doodling or trying to get everyone to play dirty hangman. 

It was easier to get all of you together here instead of one of your small dorms, the space hardly big enough for three people let alone six. In the library you didn't have to worry about cramming together, the fourth floors study spaces equipped with long tables and eight chairs. Out of the two libraries on campus this one didn't have many people visit often, especially not when the walk from any of the dorms was twice as long. The fourth floor was empty and quiet except for the group's laughter on nights you didn't worry about work. 

“You didn't answer that question,” beomgyu points out again, pointer finger pushing away your hand blocking the screen, “what's your favorite scary movie?” 

“I didn't answer it because I can't choose,” you confess, scrolling through the paper you're writing for class. 

“Is your homework twenty questions?” soobins voice is muffled, annoyed and sleep-ridden. 

“No-” 

beomgyu cuts you off before you could explain, brows scrunching as he reads. “Looks like it, this one is ‘what are the rules around sex’ there is no way this actually for your class,” 

“What?” this pulls soobins head up, the messy strands of his dark hair sticking up around his forehead. 

“Of course you wake up when you hear the word sex,” yeonjun quips, pursing his lips reading over his work on his screen. 

“No need to wake up you type so loud i couldn't fall asleep,” soobin says brushing his long fingers through his hair, you always noticed the later it got the grumpier he became, pouting lips and half lidded eyes always making an appearance after midnight. 

“It's for my film studies class. We’re learning about the rules of horror,” its clarification enough for soobin who nods but beomgyu lets his head tilt to the side, the vision of a question mark. 

“Rules? You can't just send a killer in, have them spill some blood, and call it a day?” 

“You could, but i'm sure it would follow a pattern, even without you realizing it,” scrolling through your work you pause on the first option. “First you have to think about the time period when the movie was filmed. Most of the popular ones ranged from the 80’s to the early 2000’s. A huge push in most cultures is the topics of sex, drugs, and money. It's the three things people try to control the most. Throw a bunch of badly behaving teens in with a psycho killer playing god and you can tell the masses how wrong something is. Like having sex,” 

“So wrong it would get you killed?” 

“Yup, in most, if not all, horror movies the people who have sex on screen or are known for sleeping around get killed off, leaving the poor virgin alive. Main characters who live to the end also don't drink, or do drugs. Rich people aren't safe, especially if you have a big empty house with lots of stairs, doors, and windows. The more for you to make the wrong decision not to exit from,” 

“Then who does live?” Kai asks, game paused in hand. 

“The girl next door lead, never her boyfriend, the camera man, unless you see him leave the group because you should never leave the group under any circumstances. But everyone else is fair game. Oh and if you say ‘i'll be right back,’ the lines a killer in and of itself,” 

“So I'd die because I like to have a good time?” yeonjun asks, fingers paused on his keys as he looks over at you. Everyone but tae is turned in your direction, listening intently. 

“Unless you're the killer, or lucky because you weren't in line of the camera when you decided it was smart enough to leave the house. It's very kill or be killed. Another rule is to never trust anyone,” 

“The list just gets longer and longer,” soobin sits back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head as he stretches, “you know i saw this one post on twitter that some people like the whole masked killer thing, gets them off,” 

“Of course you would be on twitter looking at stuff like that,” gyu fakes disappointment, shaking his head, “this is exactly why you wouldn't survive, you're a closeted perv,” 

“I don't know about closeted perv, he was openly scrolling past hentai the other day in the dorm,” yeonjun is back to typing, soobin kicking the foot of his chair. 

“Past it, i didn't pause on it,” 

“It was on your for you page! Clearly you have a habit of liking things akin to it,” 

“I don't know, I think it's kinda hot, the mask thing. or i guess more so the build up of fear, it's almost like foreplay, your pulse starts going, you get all flushed. And I did see this clip of these two guys dressed up…” this wouldn't be the first time any of you confessed to watching something that turned you on. All of you had been friends for years, growing up nothing had ever been an off limits topic. You can see the video in your head, the way they held the girl between them; how they manhandled her down onto the bed. 

“So you and soobin are both freaks,” beomgyu grins, the need to tease showing right in his eyes. 

“A threesome is not freaky,” Taehyun states, breaking his silence, hat still over his eyes, fully relaxed and laid back. If you hadn't known the sound of his voice you would have assumed he was still asleep, if he had even been asleep in the first place. 

“Agreed, anything over three is a little freaky,” soobin shrugs, bending over halfway out of his chair to pick up his fallen pens. 

“So would you? Sleep with more than two people at once?” gyu asks, the tilt back to his head, “this is the true test if you're freaky or not,” he chuckles. 

“I mean yeah… would you?” The question is directed at the room and you watch the question lay over them like fog, each of them thinking for a second, blank expressions all the way around.

Taehyun was the first to respond, shrugging his shoulders before nodding briefly, “I wouldn't let the opportunity slip by if it was offered,” It was a unanimous yes from all of them, the hummed agreement not too surprising. 

“Done!” yeonjun smashes one last key before stretching big, “finally fucking submitted, and right before we have to leave, im surprised the staff hasnt gotten around to our room yet to kick us out,”

Taehyun pulls his hat from his face, sitting up with a yawn, “good, i needed my bed two hours ago,” 

It always felt so good to sleep in on a saturday after a study session like this, you could already feel how cozy it would be to wrap up in your blanket. And even if the mattress was shit with or without the foam topper, it was better than laying out in the chairs like taehyun just was.  

All of you cleaned up the space, making sure to tuck in the chairs, pick up the discarded cups of late night bad decision coffee. Squishing in the elevator together, bags bumping into one another before you filed out; passing all the empty desks and empty aisles of books to make it out the front door. 

As soon as the outside air hits your cheeks you know it’s going to feel like a long walk back to the dorms. the boys tucking their ears into hoodies, zipping their jackets up, you and kai lived in the dorms on the opposite side of campus from the rest of them, their walk shorter by only a few minutes. 

“Okay we’re still on for dinner tomorrow right?” Kai asks the group. 

beomgyu’s jumping on the balls of his feet to try to generate some warmth. “literally just text us, I cannot think about tomorrow when i’m this cold and sleepy,”

“Yes, we’re still on, I've been craving anything other than dining hall food for the past week,” yeonjun adds, shivering as he pulls the straps of his bag closer to his chest. “We'll still meet up back here like usual,” he was walking backwards as he said it, already a few steps behind the others, “but see you guys tomorrow or should I say ‘i’ll be right back!’” he jokingly yells while the others wave goodbye. 

“don’t play jjunie, you might be next! don’t trust anyone!” He gives you a silent salute in response as you and Kai head out for your walk. 

Instinctively the two of you are shoulder to shoulder, bumping into one another every other step. Silence following each muffled step on the pavement. Sometimes the two of you didn't say anything until you split on the elevators. a quick ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you tomorrow’ thrown out as you step out on your floor, waving as the doors closed back up so he could go up one more level. Other nights it was the two of you giggling trying to keep it down as you walked under the moonlight, too late to be loud. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as the wind hits the treeline. spots of orange light from the spaced out street lights are rare, casting the two of you in darkness every time the moon is behind the clouds; every several feet the hash light is back in your path. 

“So you'd live? In a horror movie?” Kai asks, hands shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders to his ears from the cold. The wind is hitting him right in the face, tossing his hair from his eyes where he liked to keep it. He asks it so softly, the question highlighted in the divot of his brow, nose pink, face washed in the glow from the moon. 

“I'm not really a virgin so…,” it's not an embarrassing confession but when it's this late with his eyes trained solely on you it's like a spilled glass of red wine on white sheets. Impossible to look away from. 

“You wouldn't live for knowing how people survive?” 

“The smart ones usually die from bad luck, they know to head for the car waiting in the lot but forget the keys or if the keys are still in the ignition they never check the back seat. They know if you run into the woods to escape you can hide, but how unlucky for a rusty forgotten bare trap to be waiting for your next step. or if you miss that one here's a log to trip over, only to tumble down a hill and break your neck. Call the police? You're in the one movie a phone works only for you to forget never trust anyone because the police work for the killer,” 

“So none of us make it?” It's such an open question the way he asks it, the hopeful twinge hitting the ending, twisting it into something it shouldn't be. Written right over his features the soft words unsaid, can't we? There has to be a way.

“This isn't a movie kai, we’re fine,” 

“I know, it's only a question,” he's so easily flustered when alone, second guessing everything he says, as if one slip up will make you hate him. Now he's blushing, both of you falling back into comfortable silence. You can tell he's thinking by the way he's biting at his cheek, eyes watching his feet, making sure not to miss one step. You assume it's the end of what he has to say, his silence following you all the way back to your floor. The elevator doors opened finally giving him the courage to speak up. “Do you…” 

“Hum?” you lift your arm to hold the doors open, turned to see him struggling to get the words out. 

“Do you want to come with me to my parents cabin,” he says it all in a rush, avoiding looking you in the eyes just in case you reject him. “I mean you don't have to, the guys won't be there and if it makes you uncomfortable-” he cuts himself off, hand at the back of his neck, trying to rub away his embarrassment, “forget it- forget i said anything,” 

“It's okay, I'd love to go. where is it?” 

“Um it's like two hours from campus, my parents need me to check on it just cause and i thought, why not make a weekend of it? I mean, you can finally sleep on a real mattress, not whatever was issued here,” 

A weekend away did sound good, perfect after the semester you were having. And Kai is as sweet as they come, spending time with him wouldn't be bad at all. “Sure, when are you thinking?” 

“Next week?” 

It was all so very innocent, a sweet boy asking a girl to join him on a weekend getaway. He even packed you snacks for the drive, let you pick all the music, and made sure to carry your bag in when you arrived. 

You weren't stupid enough not to realize why you were here and the other boys didn't get an invite. The whole week you thought it over, pushing around the idea of being with him. And you could tell he was tossing it around all throughout the drive, periodically blushing without saying a thing to you, hands tightening on the steering wheel; knuckles turning white from the pressure. 

Halfway through the drive you realized exactly what he meant by cabin. Not the kind sitting near the edge of a trail, but one hidden deep into the woods for perfect seclusion. Kai had a late class to make up for and the two of you didn't get started on the drive until the sun was already setting behind the trees. Every shadow thrown across the road drew longer and longer as the car kept on. 

The gravel driveway leading up to the cabin was a stretch, but when you finally broke past the winding path the gleaming two story was not very cabin like. The windows reflecting the cars headlights back at you expanded most of the first level. Wraparound porch dotted with chairs, and a swinging bench. As soon as kai killed the engine the silence stumbled in, darkness spilling over the scene as you climbed out of your seat. 

“This place is huge,” you whisper, as if anything louder would disrupt the peace of the outdoors. You held your phone's flash up in front of you, huening fumbling to put the key into the lock on the first try. Each attempt from his shaking hand failed.

“Here,” you took the key into your own hand, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. 

“Sorry,” his voice wavering as he flips on the light switch, “i'm just- you know-,” he cuts himself off not wanting any more embarrassment to follow him. 

As soon as the lights come on you can't see anything outside, the windows a reflection of the room. A tv hanging over a huge stone fireplace, welcoming couches spaced out in a semi circle around a wooden coffee table, a bar topped with dusty glasses pushed in the corner. Kai kicks off his shoes by the door, walking further in you notice the dark hallway leading deeper into the first floor, a staircase waiting right by the entrance. But kai ignores it all while walking towards the kitchen. 

“I mostly have to check the doors and windows to make sure no one broke in,” he's trying to fill the silence, rambling to kill his nerves,”one year we had someone steal the tv, we don't really leave much now just incase, so that's why it looks so empty,” 

“People actually drive all the way out here and break in? The last time i saw a turn off the road before this one was an hour ago,” 

“You never know, it's best to just check and fill out a report sooner rather than later,” in the kitchen the backdoor is made of two foggy planes of glass, only the outline of kai seen in the weavering shape. He twists the knob and to your surprise it gives way and opens, “damn one of my sisters must have forgotten to lock it last they were here,” You lean your hip against the kitchen island, taking his explanation as is. 

“They come out here to check too?”

“Rarely they mostly come with their friends but stopped when they realized there is zero phone service this far out,” 

“There isn't?” you hadn't even checked to see if your phone was working, “what if someone had broken in? You have no phone to make a call from,” 

He chuckles pointing past your shoulder, right on the end of the counter a sleek black cordless landline rests in its holder, the blinking red light showing one waiting voicemail. “Sometimes it can be spotty but for the most part its a solid line of communication,” 

Hand still on the knob of the backdoor he locks the door before walking over to the pantry, finding only a crate of dusty wine and a stack of old jiffy pop popcorn. 

“Wait, I didn't think they made these anymore,” you reach out for the thin metal handle attached to the panshapped popcorn container. Shaking it you hear the rattle of the kernels, “when i was younger i thought it was just something people had in movies,” 

“My sisters and i love the stuff, it's also easy to pop outside over the fire,” 

“So all you leave is popcorn and wine when you're not staying here?” you tap the crate of wine with your foot, his grin boyish and shy. 

“It's a good thing for us now i guess,” 

It's what leads you to sharing the bottle, passing it by the neck as he gives you a tour of the house. His lips right at the spout, nerves loosening up with each sip he takes, creaking steps leading up the second floor. “And here is my room,” 

It’s right at the end of the hall, bed neatly made with a single stuffed penguin sitting against the pillows. “You left him here all alone?” You ask, picking up the plushie, Kai's standing in front of the closet, the slatted doors making up most of the wall behind him facing the bed. 

He shrugs placing the half full wine bottle down on his dresser, “someone needed to protect my prize possession,” he falls right onto the mattress, head thrown back, hair spilling against the pillows, “i always sleep so good in this bed,” cheeks flushed from the wine, half lidded eyes watching you from under his lashes. It's an invitation you don't pass up. 

You climb in after him, feeling relaxed from drinking even if it was only a little bit, you can tell it's helped him too, his lazy smile so blissful. “I'm sure this bed is good for other things too,” you don't even care about being bold, not alone with him under you as you dip your head, nose brushing his. 

The first kiss is so soft, a brush of lips together lasting no longer than a second. Kai whines in the back of his throat, an ache for more hidden in the desperate sound. It's addicting to have someone seem so needy for your attention, his legs instinctively tangling with yours, hand at the back of your neck pulling you back down for another kiss.

The two of you fumbling to feel at each other, your hand sliding up under his shirt to touch his warm skin, his stomach flexing at the brush of your cold fingertips. His hand at your waist pulling you closer to him, needing you as close as he can get you. The kiss is sloppy in seconds, his tongue sliding against yours, noses bumping as you breath in each other.  You can feel that he's semi-hard, pressed against your thigh between his legs. 

He's a mess, whimpering when you pull away to take off your sweater, leaving you braless in a tank top. greedy hands back on you, pulling you back down on top of him, he’s grinding onto you desperately, fully hard from only kissing. 

every little noise he makes is caught in your mouth, his fingers fumbling for the button on your jeans. you have to pull away after his failed attempt, giggling as you brush his hair back, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening we have all night,” you remind him, “I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” he's looking up at you with total devotion, with an expression that lets you know he'd let you do anything if you asked. 

“Please?” and it doesn't even matter what he's begging for, you would let him do just about anything in return for looking at you like that. 

You're quick to rid yourself of your pants, falling back to the bed and letting him roll on top of you. Hands in his hair as he presses into you, one hand holding himself up while the other snakes down between you two. The soft gasp you let out eggs him on, drawing soft circles over your clothed clit like he knows exactly what to do. You twist your fingers into his hair, his lips tracing down your neck, hips back to grinding into your thigh. At first you don't notice the smell of popcorn. It's faint upstairs, wafting in through the vents, buttery and warm as kai slips his fingers into you. Your hips rolling on his hand, meeting every thrust, heel of his palm pressed to your clit. 

It isn't until the popcorn starts to burn that you say something, the tang in the air subtle as kai sucks hickeys on your sensitive skin. “Is something on fire?” 

Kai pulls away from the crook of your neck, “what the fuck?” breathing deeply to catch the scent. It's clear in the air now, hanging around like a question. “Stay here,” 

it's so unceremonious when he pulls his hand from your panties, fingers dropping onto his tongue to clear them, “i'll be right back, okay?” 

“O-okay,” you're confused more than anything, knees pulling in feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. It's silent in the house, the soundtrack of your kissing dimmed to nothing, before it's replaced with the creaking of his dissipating steps down the stairs. 

You feel a little foolish sitting in his bed, the crumpled sheets and discarded plushie a reminder that this is not normal for a hook up at all. Letting out a long breath you push out of the bed, all relaxation felt before now gone as you reach for the wine bottle on the dresser. You take a heavy swig from the bottle, needing your courage back. It felt silly to worry over burnt popcorn. 

Your stomach turns, sickening realization settling in. the two of you had only picked up the wine, neither of you even put the jiffy pop close to the stove's burners. You're quick to look for your phone, checking in the pile of your clothes on the floor, and finding nothing. Your bag was by the door downstairs, right next to the shoes, if your phone wasnt up here it was bound to be in your bag. 

You didn't say anything as you made it to the top of the stairs, not until the phone rang. Not the familiar song that came through your speakers but the deft echo of a warning siren. The kind of ringtone that was played in a movie when someone was receiving bad news, and it didn't stop, traveling up the stairs, playing once, twice, until nothing but silence. 

“Huening?” your voice wasn't as strong as you wished, faulting at the end as you took your first step down the stairs. 

No response. 

The last step creaks under your weight, the sound triggering the phone, that chilling ringtone back in the air. All the lights are on, nothing outside the windows visible as you watch your reflection walk past. You look right at the front door as you walk past, all of your things still in place, even Kai's shoes are still right where he left them. 

In the kitchen you find the ringing phone, the little screen bright green as it shows the incoming call. The skins faucet turned on, the pelting water beating down on the thin aluminum foil of the jiffy pop, hastily tossed into the basin. Thin rivulets of smoke still curling from the singed popcorn. The stove's gas burner still lit with a blue flame. 

The ringing continues as you turn everything off, feeling suddenly too cold and alone standing under the golden lights. It doesn't help that you're only dressed in your panties and tanktop, bare feet padding across the tile to pick you the phone. 

Unknown caller. Read the directory, not even the number shown underneath. You hit answer before you could think better of it. 

“Hello?” your pulse was in your ears, washing down your neck, but you're stunned to recognize the voice over the phone. 

“What's your favorite scary movie?” 

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up before you respond, “kai, are you using the ghostface voice on me right now? You already had your hand down my pants no need for the theatrics,” 

You can't even pick up a trace of his real voice over the filter, the soft chuckle on the other line trickling down your spine. “You didn't answer my question, you have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?”

“So we’re quoting the movie now?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop. “Should i go all in and start asking to make it to the sequel?” 

He chuckles, so soft and sensual, unlike his usual boisterous laugh. “Maybe…but a little birdie told me that you're not a virgin and you know what happens to those who sleep around right?” 

“Enlighten me,” you cross your arms smiling at your reflection in the window. It's a bit silly to be here roleplaying in the first place but it's not like you're against it. What gets you is that it's coming from kai of all people. So soft and sweet, giggling and shyly walking you home. But you truly never know what a persons into until you're faced first with it. 

“They don't last very long,” so smug as he says it. 

“They don't?” 

“Nope, and you have a list of things that you've already done wrong. I don't know if you truly deserve to make it to the sequel,” 

“Oh? What did I do wrong?” you smile, checking out your nails, thumb running along the bed of your cuticles as you listen. 

“Humm, let me see. First you're all alone in that big old house, did anyone ever tell you never to go into the dark and scary woods all alone?” 

“I'm not alone, i have you,” 

He ignores the last half of your statement, “Aren't you? hum, funny how i don't see the boytoy around anymore,” 

“I can't believe you planned all of this, who knew you would be so freaky? I can't say that it doesn't turn me on though,” 

“Oh? How cute that you still think I'm your little boyfriend. I mean didn't you see the signs? The door was unlocked in the back, popcorn on the stove when you didn't put it there, and now a missing boy toy. It's a shame you seem to have forgotten everything you've learned in class, or maybe it was the wine,” 

“A few sips won't make me stupid, seriously huening come out, i want to get back into your bed,” you push off the counter, walking back toward the living room until you're stopped dead in your tracks. The sound isn't coming from the phone but just up ahead around the corner.

Your laugh echoes in the empty house, followed by your own words, “it’s okay to take it a little bit slow huening, we have all night, I don’t want you cumming in your jeans when it could be in or on me,” 

You follow each line into the living room, the tv on and showing a video of only minutes ago. 

“Please?” kais weavering voice seems so loud here instead of between you two. 

You can see yourself push down your pants, watch the way the two of you fall right back into each other. Only now you're seeing it from the perspective of the closet, it's the only place you could think of that he would have placed the camera. The slats of the wood even in frame. It's like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on top of you. Standing in front of the tv as if you're Carrie from the prom and someones set up a cruel joke. 

“Cute huh?” the voice over the phone asks, that little laugh following right after, “i sure think it is. Look at the way your body reacts to his fingers, you’ll be that pretty for me won't you?” 

You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise, the house too big for this kind of game. Even just standing there now alone it felt like you were a fish in a bowl, stuck to be watched from all sides. And not from the video but from the figure standing right on the outside of the window. 

He was dressed in all black, nothing like what kai had been wearing before. And covering his face the dripping white mask of ghostface. You only catch a glimpse because the lights are on but it's enough to remind you that maybe this isn't a joke. “Are you outside?” 

“I don't know? Am i?” but as he says it you see down the hallway a dark figure step out of a doorway. 

Everything in you freezes, your heart rate plummeting, a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. You hadn't even noticed your fingers had been trembling before, not until your deathgrip on the phone starts to hurt. “Don't hang up on me,” he warns over the line, but the person down the hall doesnt even have a phone in sight, his slow prowl reminding you to move. 

You take off back towards the kitchen, the back door playing in your head as the best possible exit but as soon as you're in front of it, tugging on a door knob needs to be unlocked you see the haze reflection of two more figures waiting right against the glass. You can hear the laugh of the person on the phone even if it's not to your ear as you rush to pull open any drawer that might have something in it to protect you. But every pull leads you to find nothing at all, “what the fuck!” 

The door shakes as they try to pull it open, the glass rattling as you lift the phone back to your ear, “okay huening, that's enough, i get it, ha ha, funny, but seriously-” 

“Were you looking for a knife?” he cuts you off, voice so calm when you're falling apart. 

“What?” you're exasperated, huffing the question like it's a slap in the face. 

“I know where one is, if you want it,” 

It's then that the masked man from the hall comes into the kitchen, the steel knife in his hands glinting in the light. “You have to be fucking kidding me right now,” youre desprate to find an explanation for this. The island is between the two of you, his head tilting to the side, the open mouth of the mask mocking you as he takes slow steps around the marble. You're matching his every move, both of you circling the kitchen like two fighters waiting for the ding of a bell. 

The door rattles again, the sound making you yelp, hand pressed to your racing heart. It's the distraction you need to bolt right through the kitchens arch way and run to the front door. 

You're moving so fast you have little time to slow down, partially slamming into the door, fingers fast to twist the locks. 

As soon as it's opened you're standing face to face with another ghostface mask, his black clad outfit sticking to his figure as he towers over you, phone hovering right over the mask's gaping mouth. “Hum not out the front door i guess,” 

You try to slam the door shut but his boot clad foot moves fast catching it right before it could close completely. Spinning you run towards the stairs, the sound of their following footsteps close behind. The door to the bedroom is still wide open as you barrel through turning around and throwing the door closed and twisting the lock. 

But it's only a moment of relief when you feel a hand clasp around your mouth. Your scream is muffled from their fingers, your eyes closing as if that would fix the situation, the phone in your hand falling to the floor, “Shhh it's okay,” Kai whispers, a strong arm wrapping around your middle pulling you closer to him. 

The weight is lifted off your shoulders hearing his voice, hands wrapping around the one covering your mouth to tug it away. “What is going on?” you ask, pulling yourself away from him. your back is to the door and he steps closer backing you right up against it. 

“Didn't you say you found it kinda hot, the whole fear thing?” he asks, leaning close enough to kiss, “i wanted to make it extra special for you, and you don't mind if we all share you, right?” his knuckle lifts your chin up so you’re eye to eye, nose to nose, his normal shy smile turned devilish. “All you have to do is say no,” 

It was crazy to say yes. your heart still pounding, breathing only just starting to regulate, and yet you want him, you want them. “I-I don’t- I don’t want to say no,” 

“Then don’t,” he pushed his whole body against yours, engulfing you in his warmth, taking you for another kiss like you hadn’t left the room at all. You don't even notice him unlocking the door, not until the knob is shaking against your back. 

Kai pulls you towards the bed, the closet doors behind him open showing the empty space with a lone camera on a tripod. The red light looking back at you like a warning, you looked right down the barrel of the lens wondering if you would ever see this again, and praying that you did. Kai fit his fingers over you eyes, “don't look at it, don’t think about its there,” 

You hear a chuckle, so similar to the one over the phone, only without the filter. Now so easily recognizable as yeonjun, you can picture the way his mouth looks as he does it, his canines on display as he smirks. You don't even have to see him to know, you've known all of them so long you're sure one touch and you could guess who was who. And with both of kais hands on your eyes the brush of someone's fingers on your cheek lets you know exactly who it is. Soobins hands are the softest of the bunch and your face tilts in his direction. “Soobin?”

he lets out a huff of a laugh, “you caught me. And you know it's kind of rude not to open the back door when we come knocking,” 

“You scared me,” it's a soft confession that they all chuckle at. 

“Did we?” beomgyu teases, so much closer than you expected, the ghost of his touch going up your arm, goosebumps popping up along the trail. 

Your senses are on overdrive, pulse loud enough to be heard if one listens close enough, every little thing heightened by your fading fear and covered eyes. You feel a hand slip down your stomach stopping right before your panty line, a single finger sliding under the waistline to pull it and let it snap back against your skin. You jolt from the contact, body flush with kai’s, his hard cock pressed to your back. 

You hear rustling from the closet, and kai lets you go, letting you see yeonjun taking the camera in hand. He's adjusting the viewfinder, the others standing in a circle around you, it should be intimidating, the masks off now, looking at you like you're something to eat. It's taehyun that steps forward first, thumb reaching out to drag across your bottom lip. You open your mouth letting him press the digit flat against your tongue. 

“You’ll be good for us, won't you?” he asks, and you close your mouth sucking his finger as you nod. He smirks, “i want first,” 

It's all he says before he's pushing you down on the bed. It's so quick the air is almost knocked right out of you, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the beds duvet cover. It's almost a shame how wet you already are, the way your panties are cut away, the cold knife in taehyuns free hand only just brushing your skin. The fabric tossed around from person to person. “I did most of the work,” kai adds as you bury your face into the sheets, “she wouldn't be this prepped if i didn't start early,” 

“And that's why you have to wait,” “You didn't even get her off,” they talk over each other.  

“You guys didn't give me time!” kai tries but they ignore him when you give a sharp whine. 

Taehyun shoves his fingers right into you, your body so willing to take him in. but you hear his belt being undone with one hand, and it's a shame you cant see the way his cock looks from this angle, because as he pressed the tip right at your entrance, slick fingers helping to lude up his veiny shaft, you can tell he's going to be the perfect stretch. 

Your moan as he sinks into your warm heat is echoed by the rest of them, a choir of the perfect voices turned husky and wanting. “Holy shit,” teahyun breathes his hand pressed right to your lower back, your feet dangling right off the edge of the bed, toes only just barely touching the ground. 

“Doesn't she feel amazing?” kai asks, “fuck i bet she fits like a fucking dream,” gyu adds as he walks over to the other side of the bed climbing in to lay against the headboard. His zipper was already undone, pants low on his hips as he watched you get pounded into. 

Because tae was not holding back anymore, it felt like he had been waiting all night for this exact moment, to chase his high without question. And your pussy was so welcoming, sucking him in, practically begging for his cum. 

Yeonjun walked around the bed, zeroing the camera in on you as your legs bend, heel of your feet pushing on taes thighs. Taehyun wraps his hands in your hair, tugging your head back, extending your throat to the camera, arching your back just right, “i want to be able to watch back how you looked while i fucked you okay?” 

“Oh, look at that, huening marked up our toy already,” soobin reaches out a finger, tracing over the hickey kai had left on your skin, your eyes were wide and begging as you watched him, mouth caught open in a moan as taes thrusts turned sloppy. “Fuck, look at that mouth,” 

yeonjun bent down to catch the image. “I think someone needs to fill it,” 

Soobin didn't need to be told twice. He was tugging his cock out of his jeans, leaking precum already dotting the tip as he gave it long languid strokes. Your mouth was already watering at the sight, knowing taking him down your throat would be a task but one you wouldn't back away from. 

But taehyun was already cumming, orgasm cresting as he slammed his hips into your ass, cock twitching as he let out a deep rumbling moan. He let go of your hair, head falling forward into the duvet as he stilled inside you pressing as close as he could get, the tip of his cock hitting you just right as he spilled inside you. 

“I want next!” gyu calls out, raising his hand like he knows the answer to a question. 

“No-” soobin starts but beomgyu is already moving from his stop on the bed as taehyun pulls out, the gush of warmth leaving your cunt dripping down your thighs. Yeonjun is quick to catch the sight on film. 

“Look at that,” it sounds so endearing coming from him, a true sight to behold as you whine from the feeling of being empty. You feel like a ragdoll as soobin pulls on you, tugging you further up the bed so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him. 

“Open,” his tip is already prodding at your lips. You feel the bed dip behind you, gyu finding his place as he drags his fingers through the leaking cum traveling down your legs, he does his best to shove it right back into you, fingers dragging over your clit, circling it as soobin shoves his cock right into your mouth. 

You give a muffled yelp, tongue flattening to make it easier for him to slide in and out of. His head is rolling back, hair spilling around his ears as he moans. He twists his fingers in your hair, both hands wrapping around your head to bob you up and down on his dick like his own personal toy. You're nails dig into the sheets, the sloppy sounds of him fucking your throat taking up the most sound. 

Beomgyu keeps one hand on your clit and the other guides his cock into you, he's quick to snap his hips forward sending you forward on soobin, until you're choking for air. Moans sending vibrations up along soobins shaft. His eyes tighten, needing to pull away before he cums too quickly, face flushed red as rivulets of your saliva still connect you to him. 

The constant pressure put on your clit from beomgyus fingers has your stomach tightening in knots. Now that you're not taking soobin in beomgyu picks up his pace, the skin on skin slapping sounds melding with your whines. “I want you to cum for me, i want to be the first one to make you cum, please,” he sounds so desperate, not matching the way he drills into you, tip hitting your cervix in a mix of painful pleasure. He can feel your fluttering walls, every particularly hard thrust making your cunt react just right. And when you cum hes a blubbering mess, “fuck fuck fuck-” not expecting to cum so fast, but youre drawing it out of him, with each little sound you make. He's almost embarrassed by how long he cums for, head falling forward to rest on your shoulder blade, his dick pulsing inside you, curses turning to nonsense, the drawn out, “fuuu- ahh, ah,”  

“Look at how pretty she looks when she cums,” yeonjun smiles, bringing the camera close to catch the way you are trying to blink the spots from your vision, “soobin next? Or maybe kai? Both of them seem to have waited so long for you,” 

Kai leans back against the dresser, arms crossed as he watches you, expressionless as he follows the shape of your body. Only one of your tank tops straps are on, your breasts already spilling out from the thin fabric, soobins eyes caught on your peaked nipples as he strokes himself. But you look back over to huening, the way he's standing there like he's unaffected at all. But you know it's not true, not when he's straining in his pants, the bulge itself drives you insane. “Hyuka?” 

The shyness in your voice is what does it for him, beomgyu only just pulling out of you with a hiss. More cum dribbling out as he pushes his hair back looking at his handiwork. Yeonjun is right next to him too, getting the perfect shot. 

Taehyun languidly lounges back against the headboard, cock still hard as it rests against his stomach, hand wrapped around the base as he watches you. It distracts you enough not to see kai moving replacing gyus spot. 

Kai wraps his hand in your hair but unlike taehyun he forcefully pushes your head down into the mattress. The whole mit of his hand cups your skull, your whimper making him chuckle. His free hands traced up your side, slipping under your tank top as he feels along your skin. “You know I was thinking about this the whole walk back after our study night?” his hand dips down fingers sliding along your wetness, “i kept thinking about how perfect it would be to absolutely ruin you,” 

You're already sensitive from finishing already and kai can tell as your thighs tremble but it wont stop him from pinching your clit. Your hips push back against him, yelping as he goes on to rub circles over the bundle of nerves. “Seeing it happen- watching you get used as a little cum dump is so much better than I ever imagined,” he works your clit, building up his speed until your back is arching, nails biting into your palm as you feel your orgasm building too quickly. You're trying to rock back into his hand but the way he has you bent helps very little. Your cries heighten until he pulls it all away. 

“No huening please!” 

“Aww how cute, she's begging,” beomgyu laughs and you're whimpering in response. 

“Kai…please!” 

“You're already doing so well because i want you begging to be filled with my cum, crying from how badly you want it,” his hand goes back to your cunt, pressing into your clit rubbing at a pace that has you seeing stars, your hands scratch out for looking for anything to hold onto. Yeonjun takes your hand in his keeping the camera facing your reaction as your eyes roll back. Its in the middle of your climax that kai pushes his cock into you, finding a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the matterss. 

“Beg for it,” he growls, hand in your hair twisting in the strands. You can feel him all the way to your throat, stretched out so good, he presses right into your gspot like he was made for you. 

“P-please- hyuka i need it- i-” you cant even get the words out anymore, the squeaking of the bed building as he increases his speed. You can hear the wet sounds of the other boys jerking off, “i want your c-cum, i need it,” 

“Louder,” yeonjun mutters in front of you, your death grip on his hand not loosening anytime soon. 

“I want it! I need your cum, please!” But Huenings is so lost chasing his own high that he drops his hand from your clit to grab your hip, his bruising hold and brutal thrusts making you cry out. 

Beomgyu reaches down under you, fingers finding just the right rhythm to send you over the edge at the same time kai cums. His faltering thrusts and throaty moans makes you feel weak. Your cunt is strangling his cock, his release pushed as deep as he could get it into you. When he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, completely used up. 

It feels never ending body too tired already when you feel soobin climb into the bed. He lays right behind your exhausted form, both of you on your sides facing yeonjun, “look who's next, do you think you could get another one out of her? I hear you're only a freak in theory and not practice,” 

But soobin doesn't take the bait, one hand sliding under you and wrapping around your chest, hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers twisting your hard nipple, and the other lifting your leg to get better access to your leaking cunt. Your thighs are so sticky soobins fingers slip on his hold, having to tighten his grip to make sure he can keep you open. He's been ready since the start, his cock aching as it prods your now puffy swollen cunt, so used you're sure you would be sore for days. 

When he sinks in your whimpers are so soft they are hardly heard. Yeonjun is kneeling on the floor, arm holding the camera resting on the bed. He captures the way soobins dick slides in with ease, no resistance now with how much slick is coming out of you. Every drag of soobins cock comes away stained in white. A ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your skin with every thrust. 

His breathy moans are lost against your neck, pitiful little sounds before he's muttering, “im sorry, oh god- im-” 

“Don't you dare cum yet,” yeonjun warns soobin, who pauses his thrusts trying to listen but can't find it in him to restrain. Yeonjuns fingers pinch at your clit, your whole body reacting to the feeling, jolting you back to life as you cum. soobin unable to handle the pressure and is a complete mess, whimpering as he pulls you closer, hugging you as if he could merge bodies. 

It took him a while to finally pull out, a much needed break for only a few breaths before yeonjun passes the camera to taehyun to keep the filming going. You can feel the weakness all the way down to your bones, sure if you stand you could collapse to the floor, legs too weak to hold you up. But yeonjun is looking at you like you're being served on a silver platter, all done up with all the best fixings. 

“Best for last huh?” he grins climbing over you brushing under your eye to catch a single tear that's fallen from your overstimulation. “Its so fun to see you so dumb on cock, so unlike how we usually see you,” 

You hum in response as he pushes your legs open, hands at the back of your knees pushing them to your chest. When he puts them over his shoulders you whimper, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks into your wet heat. Bent in half you feel your toes curling, sure that if you came one more time you would be better off sleeping for the next year. “I think this is good practice, don't you?” he asks like you'll respond to him with anything other than a string of muffled whimpers. Your body is coated in a thin layer of sweat, sticking to his skin as he takes a slow pace. It's like he's apologizing, lips peppering across your cheek, down your neck. “We’ll keep you so happy, stuffed full like you deserve. Would you like that?” 

You're nodding, eyes closing as he uses you. You don't even notice the way your body is reacting, that slow rise of your next orgasm building up, “i-” you can’t think about cumming again already feeling so dumbed out. 

“Hum? Are you going to cum, pretty?” he picks up his pace, sinking his hips and hitting you right against your g spot. Your head rolls back as it washes over you, body tightening until you feel like you’ve combusted into little particles. “Oh look at that, so perfect for me, your pussy feels so good when it's squeezing me like this,” it's all he says before he’s trembling, a guttural moan taking over as he cums, you swear you can feel its warmth spreading throughout you. And when he pulls out he takes the camera back from taehyun focusing it in on the sight of all the combined release staining your folds. 

“Look at how she pushes it out,” beomgyu says, mesmerized by the way you look leaking so much cum. But it's Kai who leans down, fingers collecting anything he can before shoving all the cream right back into you. “Its almost like she wants us to fuck it right back in,” 

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thank you so much to @beomiracles @prince-jjae and @thetxtdevil for beta/proofreading the first part of this fic!

[konigofmyheart]

kiss and tell 🎀

könig x reader fluffy drabble <3

warnings: none, unless embarrassment counts

it’s a tiny bit sad in the middle but then we get silly again :)

horangi makes an appearance too!

word count: ~1,400

turns out your husband, könig, isn’t that good at keeping you a secret…

you used to be a night owl, until you met könig. he kinda got you used to his soldier sleep schedule (up at 5 am, in bed by 10pm, when he wasn’t out in the field and forced to go days without sleeping). you were cursing your well adjusted sleep habits now, though, tugging your blanket around your shoulders as you see könig off at the door. it’s near 12 am, your neighborhood is quiet and still, but könig is as alert as ever.

you’d been out having a drawn out, romantic dinner when he’d been called on, but it was an urgent matter, so you two immediately went home so he could shower and pack. he always gets all focused and serious in times like these. he’s going on about the usual safety reminders-

“lock the door at all times, liebes” “don’t go out too late. invite your friends here instead.” “turn your scented candles off before you leave… on second thought, maybe just don’t use them at all? you’re a little forgetful sometimes”

-and you just smile sleepily at him, watching him adjust his bulletproof vest. of course to fully get into könig mindset, he’d gear up before leaving. your neighbors always turned in early, so he wasn’t worried about them seeing some scary soldier exiting your house, leaving them to wonder if that guy was friends with your tall as a tree, yet gentle husband. you’d already changed out of your favorite (and könig’s too) red dress, but you still hadn’t removed your makeup, opting to fuss over könig’s packing instead.

just as he taught you about bettering your sleep cycle, you taught him of accepting commodities and being cared for. now his pack has his usual stuff, plus on the go hygiene products, non perishable snacks (he has a weakness for these dark chocolate granola bars), and little mementos that are his guiding light through these trying missions. <3

now, huddled together at the doorway, you can’t help but tug him down by his vest for a kiss, pressing your lips over his through his mask. he makes a little noise of surprise, having been cut off mid safety rant, but he instead lifts his mask to kiss you “i’ll always come back to you, even if i have to crawl” (never “bye”) properly. the space between you warms as you kiss each other with all the love you have, damn near creating your own dimension where just the two of you exist. you know it only makes it harder for him to leave though, so you act as the rock, gently pulling back before wiping your lipgloss from his lips. “you’re gonna be late, love”, you whisper, discretely blinking away a tear when he glances at the clock on the entry table. “right as ever, königin”, he smiles as he straightens his mask picking up his duffel and helmet in one hand.

“redo of our date night?”, he asks, turning the door knob with his free hand and stepping over the threshold. you cross your arms over your chest, tugging your makeshift robe closed as the night chill from the open door sweeps in. “next weekend”, you declare confidently, full faith in your husband, secure in the knowledge that he’ll always make it back to you. the rest of his departure goes by in a blur, from the kiss he blows you before climbing in his car, to you locking the door after waving til his car turned the corner. a successful send off, you sigh as you head to shower and do your skincare before passing out for the night.

unfortunately, there was one little detail you both forgot…

könig strides into the base, heading straight to his office to grab some files needed for the mission briefing. he’d meant to get those documents signed and sent up the next rung of the kortac ladder, but no one had anticipated the turn of events that kickstarted this urgent mission. other soldiers were coming and going through the halls, some glancing (no one dared stare) at him in awe… or fear. either worked, in his opinion. könig couldn’t help but let it stroke his ego. he remembered how it felt to be a fresh faced rookie, only hoping to someday become one of the higher ups. he chuckled quietly to himself, even slowing his purposeful pace a little to give the newbies a nice colonel könig sighting.

when you got it, you got it, no?

he sauntered to his office, noting horangi was waiting outside his door. he also noted the way his friend’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took in his appearance. könig returned horangi’s strange look with a confused look himself. he’d checked he got everything right before leaving your house. his vest, the gear strapped to his vest, his mask, he even made sure to put his helmet on before entering the base… so why was horangi staring at him like he’d sprouted wings?

“you old dog!”, horangi gave könig an easy push on his shoulder. “you got a girl and you didn’t tell me?”

what???

könig had done all he could to keep you safe and untarnished by his work… obviously you knew what he did, but he’d never delve into details, and he sure as hell didn’t tell anyone at work about you. what purpose would they have knowing? he didn’t need them trying to cajole you into coming to stay here just to have könig be available on base full time! his engel didn’t have to step a single foot in this place. how on earth did horangi find out?

kortac did have their own…creative…ways to find out information, and it would be much easier looking into one of your own compared to an enemy. könig was racking his brain for any instance where he might have noticed surveillance being run on him, or any of his non agency issued electronics acting odd from possible hacking. the mailman had been acting a little shifty… (no, he hadn’t) and his personal phone had been displaying that odd pop up every time he opened his photos app! (again, false alarm. it was a “storage full notice”. he’d filled up his storage with pictures of you and your adventures together.)

horangi, meanwhile, crossed his arms, thinking könig was trying to think up a convincing lie against the obvious evidence.

aha! what if horangi was just making a wild guess, trying to catch könig off guard? könig wasn’t a fool. he’d been in the business long enough to not fall for such a elementary level interrogation technique. he just had to keep his cool. horangi definitely had nothing on him. könig allowed himself a casual, light scoff before setting his duffel on the floor and facing his office door, wanting horangi’s weak interrogation over with already. “where is this coming from? now’s not the time for jokes”, he huffed dismissively.

“you can’t be serious. you must have a girl…unless you’re going for a ‘confuse the enemy’ method now?”

okay, now könig was annoyed, which is saying a lot, because horangi was the one colleague he most liked. “cut to the chase, kim” könig fished his keys out from his duffel, flicking through them to find the one to his office

“könig, there’s a glittery lip print on your mask… right where your mouth would be”

shit

the only sound in the hall was könig’s keys clinking as he dropped them in shock.

how could he forget you’d kissed him through his mask, while you were still wearing your cursed (it was actually quite lovely, it tastes like strawberries to könig, he’s just mortified right now) shimmering lipgloss?

that’s why all the soldiers he passed in the hall looked at him funny. it wasn’t awe, it was confusion! basically all of kortac witnessed him making a fool of himself! of course könig is losing his mind, horangi’s cackling laugh serving as the background music, but rest assured, könig’s reputation is safe. those five (5, fünf, cinco) soldiers he passed didn’t get a long enough look as to notice the glittering spot on his mask. only horangi was brave enough-and dare i say lucky enough- to actually look at the revered and feared colonel. könig’s thanking all the forces of the universe when he remembers he always packs backup masks.

for what’s it’s worth, your husband sure learned his lesson. that’s how the only restriction regarding your kisses came to be

new rule: no kissing over the mask

. . . . . . . . . . . .

sorry, i just love making könig be silly ����🏼

[scarletttries]

Two Weeks Notice (Kendall Roy Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: I'm so excited that we'll have new Kendall Succession content soon! Thank you so much for this request, I think being Kendall's trophy wife would be a whole ass job but so worth it 😅 Also writing about leaving a shitty job felt very cathartic as I am going through something similar at the moment, so I am very grateful for this request, obsessed with your description of throwing your feminist card away for this, and apologies for all the projecting!💓

Two Weeks Notice (Kendall Roy Smut)

You were good at your job. Great in fact. No matter what your 1,000-year old boss said when he forgot his password and blamed it on you. No matter how many times you were ahead of schedule on a project and then the deadline got moved. No matter how many times you had to lock yourself in a bathroom stall just to take a few deep breaths alone so you weren't crying at your desk. You were good at your job. But was it worth it?

You'd worked hard to rise through your industry until you started to really see the benefits of being close to the top, but the heavy responsibilities and long nights and constant demands had started taking a toll right around the time you met Kendall. Kendall whose job was somehow even more demanding than yours, and who needed all the support you could offer him every waking moment, clinging to your kindness like it was the first he was ever shown. It was easy to see Kendall was smitten from the first day, never hiding his efforts to spend time with you, showering you with gifts and invitations to be on his arm at what seemed like every major event in the world. It was exhausting balancing late night galas with your job, and trying to be there for Kendall when his family got too much and he needed to retreat to the safe harbour of your arms. You could feel yourself getting more and more worn out as your relationship developed, with Kendall always offering to sit out events for a quiet night in, despite how much you both loved the excuse to don a designer dress and spend the night laughing together, hand locked in his no matter what.

You didn't wake up until a least your third alarm that Monday, the bright light trickling through a gap in the long velvet curtains making you wish you could hide under the duvet forever.

"Is that your alarm babe? You can't seriously have to be up for work already?" Groaned Kendall beside you, reaching out to wrap his arm over your stomach, covered only by a t-shirt he'd loaned you on your first sleepover and never got back, as he silenced the beeping beside you.

"I can lie here for five more minutes and then I've got to get ready." You sighed wearily, setting the deadline for yourself, ignoring the cloud of dread hanging over you at the thought of another day in that awful office.

"Just don't go, you hate it there, and you always come home bummed out afterwards. Just stay in bed with me forever." Kendall argued, rising up on his elbows and shifting until his face hovered an inch from yours, soft smile breaking down your defenses with lightning speed.

"I can't just not go Kendall, it's my job." You sighed, gracing him with a soft kiss before gathering all your strength to drag yourself out from under his slim build.

"You don't need a job gorgeous, especially not a job you don't like. You should quit and then we'd get to spend more time together." You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, until you focused on his face again, completely serious about his proposal.

"Kendall I can't just quit and hang out with you all day." You could feel your heart sink at your own words, the option presented to you so much more enticing than the day you had ahead of you. As you moved to sit up Kendall let his weight keep you in place, shaking his head at your attempted escape.

"Hey I still have four minutes left to make my case!" His voice was hoarse first thing in the morning and as his lips fell to yours again you could feel your resolve softening,

"Okay, you can try and convince me." You let your head fall back against the pillow as Kendall shifted his body completely over yours, lips gently marking a journey over your throat as he spoke,

"First, most people have a job to make money, and you don't ever need to worry about money again because we have more than enough together." His kisses trailed down towards your shoulder, feeling the subtle shift of your hips under him as your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. "Also, I miss you when you're at work, and that's no fun for me." You missed the playful glint in his eye as he spoke, softly landing one hand on your thigh and rubbing small circles across the sensitive skin with his fingertips as they climbed.

"Kendall, I - " You thought about protesting, but his lips cut you off as you spoke, continuing his thoughtful plea,

"Number three, the idiots you work with don't respect you. But I respect every part of you, and every one of your needs." His warm palm pressed into your thigh, shifting your legs apart slightly, smiling with devilish glee as you let him do it. "Working there makes you unhappy, and you should never have to do anything that makes you feel bad. I only ever want you to feel good." You could feel your excitement building with anticipation as his hand slowly climbed towards your centre, body twitching against his as his fingers brushed over the soft fabric of your underwear. Dipping his head to your stomach, his hands tugged at the worn shirt until it was bunched up at your shoulders, your chest exposed for his trailing lips to explore as he spoke,

"We have a lot more fun here than you do at work right?" He asked teasingly as his fingers toyed with the hem of your panties, drinking in your breathy sigh as you nodded and hummed in agreement, lifting your hips to help him remove the barrier stopping him from accessing all of you.

"Good girl," he cooed as his fingers traced over your slit, moving teasingly slowly as his lips peppered your chest with kisses, tongue darting over your nipples until they hardened at his touch.

"You're also way too sexy to have an office job, you should let someone who couldn't just lie in bed naked all day have your job, as like, a public service." You could feel him grin against your skin as he spoke, easing his fingers between your folds and feeling your warm slick welcome him.

"Mmm, see, it's not fair for you to ever leave me here alone when you're clearly made for me to touch." You watched through hooded eyes as he withdrew his fingers slowly and brought them to his lips, "and taste," he added before dropping his hand back to your entrance, pumping his hand between your thighs and feeling your chest rise and fall against his hungry lips.

"Kendall, please." You sighed out at his gentle touch, needing more as frustration began to build in your aching core.

"Final reason, number I lost fucking count because there are so many reasons - I need you too much. I need you every morning, and every night, and every bullshit event, and every good day and every bad day okay? I need you all the time." The burning intensity in his gaze as he spoke had you squirming at his touch, the pounding of your heart echoing in your swimming head as he kissed a path down over your stomach, face hovering just above where you craved him most. His hand stilled against your dripping slit, breath teasingly close to your tingling clit. "So should I stop and let you go to work? Or do you want to stay here with me?" A smug smile spread across his face as you replied, almost begging,

"I'll stay Kendall, please!" Satisfied with your answer his fingers dipped inside you again, faster this time, brushing against your walls as his tongue lapped at your neglected clit, quickly building the pressure inside again.

"You're going to quit your job?" He almost commanded the question, rewarding each nod of your head with a wet kiss on your sensitive bud.

"You're going to let me take care of you?" You could feel the brush of his cheek on your inner thigh as he smiled at the question, your 'yes' coming out as a moan as you felt yourself grow closer and closer to release, the excitement in your core bubbling up to its boiling point.

"You're going to be my gorgeous, loving, trophy wife?" His eyes seemed to sparkle at the word wife, full of warmth and hope with the thought of having you by his side for the rest of his life.

"Yes Kendall!" Your voice caught on his name as your thighs began to shake, his tongue frantically lapping at your clit at the pressure inside you finally snapped, clenching down on his fingers and trembling under him.

"Good girl." He purred as he coaxed every drop of pleasure out of you, fingers working until your soft form finally stilled, hands finding his face and pulling him into a hungry kiss. Wrapping your arms over his neck you pulled him tight against your lips, letting your tongue drink in your own taste, body on fire with sensitivity after your start to the day. Finally you let your brain catch up with the agreement you'd made in exchange for pleasure, interrupting Kendall's eager kisses with a reminder of reality,

"I still have to give two weeks notice." You sighed, laughing as Kendall shook his head vigorously at the suggestion,

"No way, I'll just hire a model to pretend to be you at the office for the next two weeks. Done, problem solved," looking very proud of himself at the suggestion.

"Why a model?" You laughed, realising you weren't getting out of this bed for any reason today if Kendall was getting his way.

"Fuck off, have you seen you?!" He grinned at your flattered smile as you pulled his lips back against yours, only to feel his hands start wandering again, "Actually, I could do with seeing even more of you."

It's safe to say anytime you thought about getting a job outside of supportingt Kendall, he would remind you exactly why you agreed to be his, full-time.

[skyward-floored]

.... I'd love to see Hyrule's perspective on that whole scene, if you ever want to write it 👀 (absolutely ZERO pressure tho!!!!)

- hero-of-the-wolf

I didn’t want to fight my way through an action scene, so I actually skipped to a bit later, while their parents are being yelled at interrogated for their version of events. So it’s not the exact moment. It’s technically not even in the movie. But I think it’s good anyway.

For people who haven’t seen the second movie in a while, this is right bear the beginning, when the family tried to stop the Underminer and kind of failed, then get sort of arrested because they’re supers and that’s still illegal.

(tw for discussion of guns, and implied past child abuse)

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Hyrule chewed on his thumb nail, pressed into a corner of the small room in the police station they’d been herded into. There was a single table and two chairs in here, no windows, and what was obviously a one-way mirror on the wall. Four and Legend had already claimed the chairs, so everyone else was on the floor, or leaning on the table.

The rest of his siblings were mostly milling around the small space, though Wind and Wild had started a rock paper scissors tournament. They were trying to drag Legend and Four into it, with limited success.

Hyrule maybe would have joined them, but his thoughts were too loud, his hands too shaky for the game. Mom and Dad hadn’t come with them in here, they’d been pulled away to some other room while they’d all kept going. And while Hyrule hadn’t been able to see much, he’d seen Impa around, and the man in the suit who’d followed his parents into the room had looked extremely annoyed.

Were they okay? Were they just getting yelled at, or worse?

Were they going to be put in jail?

Hyrule bit down harder, rubbing his tooth along the pad of his thumb. He used to just suck on it when he was smaller, but he’d had the habit more or less beaten out of him. He knew his family wouldn’t care now, but it still felt safer just nibbling on the tip.

“Hyrule?”

Hyrule jumped at the hand on his shoulder, and looked up at Twilight, who was sitting next to him with a concerned look.

“Are you okay? You weren’t hurt in the fight, right?” he asked, and Hyrule shook his head.

“No. Just some little bruises,” he replied quietly, and went back to chewing on his thumb. “Are... do you know what’s gonna happen?”

Twilight breathed out, and leaned against the wall, watching Wind pump his fist as he beat Legend in a match. “Not exactly, no. But Mom and Dad will be okay. And us too. There’s a reason the whole superhero protection thing exists.”

Hyrule swallowed, and looked away as one of his worries came to the forefront of his mind. “Is there... an adopted super protection thing?”

Twilight blinked, then looked at him, understanding crossing his face. “Oh, Hyrule, is that what you’re worried about?”

Hyrule gave a tiny nod, and Twilight scooted over, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“They can’t take you away from us,” Twilight said reassured, eyes sharp. “They won’t. I remember Dad reading all kinds of laws about it, they can’t do that. And even if they tried, we wouldn’t let them. I’m sure the protection program covers that too, don’t worry.“

Hyrule nodded, relieved at the assurance, but still feeling unsettled. This room was oppressive, and the concrete was starting to dig into his spine. Not to mention... other stuff.

“...Something else bothering you?” Twilight asked after a minute, and Hyrule shrugged.

“I just haven’t had a gun pulled on me in a while,” he murmured, remembering just how many weapons had been pointed at them earlier today. He’d completely frozen at the clicks he’d heard. “I mean, at the island yeah, but that was kinda different. I guess I just forgot how sc—...startling it could be.”

Twilight went very still.

A few feet away, Wild crowed in victory as he destroyed Wind’s rock with his paper.

“Hyrule,” Twilight said in a voice quiet enough that only he could hear it, “how often have you had a gun pulled on you?”

Hyrule went back to his thumb again. He had a feeling Twilight didn’t actually want to know the answer to that question. Especially since Hyrule didn’t really... know the exact number. So he kept his mouth shut, and merely gave him a little shrug.

That was obviously the wrong answer though, since Twilight’s face screwed up, and his jaw tightened.

“Twi, it didn’t happen that often, it’s just bad memories, don’t worry about it,” Hyrule begged, suddenly nervous Twilight would do something. He wouldn’t yell at a police officer, would he?

“It’s not just— you—” Twilight struggled for a second to speak, face tight. He pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose, looking a lot like their father as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “...you know how messed up that is, right? That you’ve had guns pulled on you by people who were supposed to take care of you?”

“I do. It’s just not a huge deal, Twilight,” Hyrule sighed, going back to nibbling at his thumb. “It is what it is. Or was. Whatever.”

“It’s still messed up,” Twilight muttered, and squeezed Hyrule a little tighter. “...All of this is.”

Neither of them said much after that, and Hyrule set his head on Twilight’s shoulder, relieved at something other than concrete for a cushion. The rest of their brothers continued with rock paper scissors, and Twilight and Hyrule watched in near-silence, Twilight lightly rubbing his shoulder.

The worry for their parents and the situation at a whole sat over the room like a shroud, dampening even Wind’s smiles.

But I’m not alone, Hyrule thought, a brief wave of relief sweeping over him. He leaned a little more against Twilight, and his brother squeezed him in return.

At least we’ve got that.

[mabelstone]

Could you write about matt comforting reader after a fight or just generally after something horrible happens to the reader

ask and you shall receive, my dear <3

also i forgot to capitalise bc i was on my phone and i’m lazy so sorry for that

Make Up

you felt your boyfriends gaze burning through you across the couch where you sat, arms folded, pretending to be interested in whatever shit was on the tv.

he sighed dramatically, standing up and repositioning himself next to you. “i’m sorry, okay?” he pouted, wrapping his arm around you. you didn’t budge, eyes still glued to the tv, lips pursed together. “don’t be like that, darling.”

you’d just gotten back from an awards show after party, and you weren’t happy with him in the slightest. matt wasn’t a fan of PDA, that was fine with you. but he also never stopped women from flirting with him. the most affection you’d get was when he’d occasionally place his hand in the small of your back, but he’d quickly remove it and chat with others.

he obviously didn’t mean it, and you knew he loved you. he was all over you in private and around close friends, but in public, you may as well not even be together.

you still ignored him, slightly pulling away from his touch. your throat got tight and began to burn, tears beginning to prickle at your eyes. “i love you more than anything, you know that.”

that did it. you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, hands flying up in attempt to stop the tears from flowing.

“hey, hey,” his tone softened even more, pulling you into his chest. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean it.”

he could be so mean. you knew he never meant it, sure, but it still hurt. you always knew it’d be hard dating someone so famous, especially when you weren’t. and you knew jealousy was a bad shade on you, but you really couldn’t help it when the hottest actresses were trying to get in his pants.

“i’m sorry, it’s so stupid to cry over this,” you sniffled, pulling away to wipe your nose and blink away the tears. “i’m just scared you’ll leave me for someone else. someone prettier, more successful.”

“stop.” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, making you look him in the eyes. “there is no girl in this whole world prettier than you. and i’m glad you aren’t famous. i’d hate to be fighting other dudes for you. just look at you.”

you laughed, but it came out as more of a snort. he always knew how to pull on your heart strings the right way and still manage to make you laugh.

“see! like that!” he smiled wide, eyes squinting, the gap in his teeth on full display. “if any other guy heard you snort like that you’d be taken from me in a heartbeat!”

“oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing before looking up at him through wet lashes. “you promise me she meant nothing?”

“i promise.” he said sincerely, cupping your face before pressing a warm, deep kiss to your lips. he pulled away to reassure, “i love you, Y/N. you’re all that matters to me.” he brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead softly. “i’ve loved you since the day i met you, and i will love you until the day i become a worm farm.”

“okay, okay, you big sap.” you laughed, lifting your head to meet his eye level again. “i love you, too.”

“would it make you feel better if i was more affectionate in public?” he asked, turning your body to face him.

“yeah, but i don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” you shrugged like you didn’t care, though he saw straight through you. that’s really all you wanted. “i just want people to know we’re together.”

from that moment on, at any event, his arm was always around your waist or shoulders, or your arm was interlinked with his.

he boasted to everyone after he proposed to you, eager to show off the pretty ring around your finger any chance he got.

other women didn’t bother him much after that.

[humorisstoredinthetits]

The Heathers + Veronica Backstories (Pt. 1, Pre-Senior Year)

This post is gonna contain backstories for each of them, because previously I've had them scattered across many different posts, and I wanna have a place where I have a set backstory for each of them because sometimes I forget what I said for them. I'm going to retcon a few things here, either because I forgot what I said originally or I came up with something better, but the basic framework of the events will stay the same.

Also, a lot of this events will overlap, so I'm gonna try and do my best to give a unique, and in some cases more detailed, viewpoint of the same events

Just a fair warning, this is gonna be long, like really long. If you wanna read it all in one sitting make sure you have some time on your hands

Heather Chandler

TW: Religion/Religious Trauma/Child Abuse/Child Neglect/SA/Bullying (This is Chandler's backstory, you should already know this isn't gonna be pretty)

She was born on February 24th, 200X

Her mother came from a rich but very fundamentalist traditionalist religious family, and was essentially sold off to her husband when she turned 18 in exchange for a hefty sum of money

Her father came from a long line of successful businessmen, most of whom were in the steel industry

He was the head of his own steel company, bringing in millions in revenue each year

She's actually a descendant of Andrew Carnegie, with her father's company being a offshoot of the Carnegie Steel Company, breaking off after ol' Trustbuster Teddy broke it apart

Her father wanted a boy to continue the family line, as he also came from a rather traditional family and so the thought of a woman inheriting the family company was unthinkable

You can imagine he was enraged when out came Heather, definitely not a boy

He foolishly believed that he would have a son, despite the doctors telling him several times that the child would be a girl, saying that God would not curse him with a daughter

He was so enraged that he had to be forcibly removed from the room before he hurt someone or himself

So Chandler's life was off to a great start

Things didn't get much better

She was left alone often, with her mother and father arguing daily, which only increased once it was found that her mother could not have any more children

They both turned to religion to help them cope

Her mother prayed that she would be saved from this hell and given the chance to make up for whatever sin she committed that caused her to be given this lot in life

Of course God never answered, and depressed and bitter she turned to the bottle to soothe her sorrows

Her father went to the priest at his church and asked for forgiveness for whatever sin he committed that cursed him with a daughter, and while there he met a nice young Christian Lady and you can imagine how that went

9 Months later Chandler's half-brother was born

From that day on Chandler's father was largely absent from her life, spending most of his time with his Mistress and 'real' son

Her mother wanted nothing to do with Chandler, only doing the bare minimum to keep her alive

Nothing much changed as she grew older and began to walk and talk

Chandler learned from a very young age to not bother mommy or she would hit her, with her fists or a bottle or whatever else she had on hand

Her father wasn't much better, only coming to home in drunken fits of rage, yelling at both her and her mother about how they were disappointments and curses that God placed upon him for some sin and that they ruined his life, during which her mother would do nothing to shield her from her father's wrath

When her mother did bother to interact with her, it was to reprimand her for any minute flaw she could find

Wether that be that she wasn't standing straight enough, or that she was talking wrong or even that she was breathing too loudly

Chandler learned to be a proper young lady at threat of violence

Her mother waited eagerly for the day that Chandler would be old enough for daycare and would not be her problem anymore, at least for most of the time

When dropping her off her mother reminded her that if she acted up there. would. be. consequences. before speeding off

She did like her mother taught her, heading into daycare with her head held high and her back straight

She was surprised at how friendly the teacher was, but she didn't let her guard down, knowing that at any moment the facade could fade away

She was informed that she was going to be sitting with two other girls named Heather

Internalizing the lessons her mother beat into her, she carried herself with a sense of grace and superiority as he headed to the assigned table

She first laid eyes on another girl in red, not really looking at her

She seemed to be staring at a girl in a unicorn sweater across the room, Chandler guessed that probably she wanted to sit with her but she was placed with her and the other Heather, probably because of their names

She then looked at the other girl and was immediately awestruck

Dressed in all yellow and covered in freckles, she was the cutest person she had ever seen, and a strange feeling developed in her chest

She had no idea what it was, but the desire to be her friend was overwhelming, so she turned to her, striking up a simple conversation about their shared name

The girl in yellow looked at her with surprise before quickly replying

She talked extremely quickly and wouldn't make eye contact with her which Chandler found a little strange, but she quickly brushed that aside

They did everything together that day, playing, drawing, they even put their cots next to each other while they napped, and Chandler realized that Mac, as she had come to call her, was her best friend, and she would do anything for her

That philosophy was put to the test when some boys named Kurt and Ram harassed Mac, touching her and trying to get her to play with them, and she was crying and trying to get away but they kept getting closer

Remembering the last time her father came over and her mother threatened to 'kick him in the balls' while motioning towards the area where his legs met, she ran over and planted her foot in Ram's area after a fast kick, before repeating that action with Kurt

She then took Mac over to a secluded corner of daycare while she cried

Eventually the teacher came over and asked what happened, and Chandler lied through her teeth, telling her that she was helping Mac after some boys were being mean to her, and that they were lying about her hitting them

Luckily for them the teacher believed the well behaved girl helping her crying friend over two boys and so she didn't get into trouble

When her mother came to pick her up she asked if she made any friends, and when she told her about Mac she became enraged, saying that of course out of everyone she had to make friends with the r-word and while Chandler didn't know what that meant and wanted to argue and defend her new friend, she knew it would only make it worse for her

But in her mind, she vowed that no matter what her mother said or did, she would never abandon Mac

She stayed true to that vow, despite the abuse she suffered at the hands of her mother, despite the screaming from her father or even the taunts from the other kids who saw Mac as different

As she moved from daycare to Kindergarten to elementary school and beyond, her and Mac were outcasts

No one wanted to be around Mac, who cried at the drop of a hat, who would never shut up about her interests, who would interrupt class constantly, and neither did anyone want to be around the weird girl who hung around her

Chandler had learned Mac was 'autistic' and that meant her brain worked differently from her's or most other people's, but she just couldn't understand why other people were mean to her because of it

All she knew was that she had to defend Mac, because Mac couldn't stand up for herself

But despite all of the bullying and abuse, they shared a few fond memories from the younger parts of their lives

Mac's Dad took them to the movie theater to see a movie called Frozen, which they absolutely loved

They dressed as Anna and Elsa for Halloween the following year (Mac was Anna, Chandler was Elsa) and they got a bunch of Frozen dolls and various toys for Christmas

Frozen became a comfort movie for them, whenever one of them was stressed or upset they would put it in to help them calm down

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Chandler's mother left her at Mac's place a lot, thankful to have someone who would look after her so she didn't have to

I'll get more into it in the Mac section, but Mac's dad would watch over Chandler, really just glad that someone wanted to be friends with his daughter

As her and Mac moved into middle school, their treatment at the hands of the other kids went from exclusion to harassment

They were called names in the halls, things were thrown at them, their things were stolen, it was just a bad time all around

All that Chandler could to to shield Mac from all of it was making herself the target of ridicule instead

She started to act up, get in trouble, act a fool, anything she could think to draw attention towards herself and away from Mac

And if someone said or did something to Mac in spite of her efforts?

Then she would beat their ass, just like her mother did to her

Of course with all the trouble she was getting in she was suspended multiple times, and each and every time her mother yelled at her and beat her, but in Chandler's mind it was worth it, people were realizing that Mac wasn't the easy target everyone thought she was and were moving on to easier targets, people like Martha Dumptruck, Hucklebetty Finn and Tom Sawyer

Despite this, she knew that it wouldn't work forever and that it wasn't sustainable

Besides, it was awful to get yelled at and beaten and harassed

She needed to find a different way, some way to be outside of the cyclone of bullshit, or maybe some way to be above it

That's when an idea struck and she came up with an idea

The summer before they started high school, Chandler went over to Mac's house and told her the plan

They were gonna be popular

They were gonna study the latest fashion trends and practice makeup to look their best, become friends with the right people and practice just ignoring everyone who said something to them instead of reacting

It didn't matter if they weren't popular yet, the mere projection of status would make most people back off and think they were above them

And for the people who still bothered them after all that, if they didn't give them a reaction they would eventually get bored and find someone else

Mac, albeit reluctantly, agreed to her plan, and they began studying up on looking good

They ran into a few problems early on

The main one was that they didn't know anybody, and those who did know them knew them as losers, meaning they needed to find somebody with connections who could introduce them to the right people

After a bit of searching, they found someone who more than exceeded their needs

Heather Duke was head of the yearbook at Westerberg Middle and was entering the club in high school, so she already had contacts there, and those people also had a wide variety of contacts

Plus, Chandler knew Duke was also a loser with no friends, having abandoned Dumptruck a while back, and would probably love the chance to be above it all

Duke jumped at the opportunity to finally escape the hells of loserdom, readily giving away information to her new friends in exchange for lessons on fashion and how to act popular

She even knew people who knew people in college, and they knew just a simple 'oh yeah the Heathers? They're chill' would do wonders for their status

Unfortunately, as Chandler came to learn, this status came with a price, one that she didn't want to pay but understood she had no choice but to

Throughout the summer, the reborn Heathers were introduced to the world at parties, standing strong with their heads help up high

It seemed to work, no one laughed at their entrance or silly color-coordinated outfits, in fact it was like a switch was flicked

People who had once thrown paper balls at them in the halls greeted them like old friends, bullies who once spread rumors about them smiled and laughed along with them as they handed them red solo cups full of strange liquids

Chandler recognized this liquid immediately from her mother's many drinking binges and despite her reluctance, she knew that to fit in she would have to suck it up and deal with it

Eventually the guy who threw the party, a college freshman named David, came over and introduced himself, before inviting Chandler to a back room to 'get to know her better'

She had an idea of what was about to happen, and before she went she told Duke to make sure Mac never went anywhere alone with anyone, especially a guy

Look I feel really uncomfortable discussing this in great detail, we all know what happened between Chandler and David (don't worry he gets his comeuppance) but for the sake of the story I'll leave it at Chandler didn't want to but for the sake of popularity, the only thing protecting Mac from being harassed like she had her entire life, she put up with it

Eventually the first day of school came, and they walked into the building as new women, goddesses even

Like Moses and the Red Sea, the halls parted for them as they strutted forward, anyone unknowing quickly understanding what was going on and moving out of the way

School became a breeze for them

Chandler understood that popularity came with certain favors, like getting nerds to do their homework in exchange for protection from bullying, or having two meatheaded jocks do anything for them in exchange for the slightest bit of attention

Of course they weren't at the top of the school yet, many seniors who had been there for years did not react well to their position being challenged by these freshmen

But Chandler quickly found out what made them tick and used that to her advantage, making them look like fools while the Heathers came out on top

The perception of them became solidified as these telfon warriors who allowed nothing to bother them and stayed above the peasantry of the school, but could dish out comeuppance if anyone dared to inconvenience them

Things began to follow a pattern

Duke, through her contacts with the yearbook, kept up on the latest gossip and fed it to Chandler, who decided if it was worth their while or if they needed to intervene, and how they would do so if that was determined to be the best course of action

If intervention was necessary, Duke would spread rumors through the nerds at yearbook and Mac though her cheerleader squad to the popular people, from which it would travel through the school

Speaking of Cheer, Mac joined the squad at Chandler's insistence and while watching her first meet, Chandler felt a strange feeling in her chest

She had always known that Mac was a rather attractive woman, but seeing her do her routines in her outfit, which showed off her newly acquired muscles, awakened something in her

She started to become really awkward around Mac, not being able to talk to her without her face going red and stumbling over her words

Eventually Mac, one day while they were at her place, took a deep breath before looking Chandler in the eyes (something that she knew was hard for Mac to do) before telling her that she loved her

That was nothing knew, they told each other that all the time, but this time it felt different

Mac quickly added that she loved her in the gay way and that she wanted Chandler to be her girlfriend, and that she had been in love with her from the first day she met when she was so nice to her and stood up to the bullies and-

Mac quickly rambled on about why and how much she loved her, while Chandler's face grew redder than her blazer

Internally she was having a screaming match, she had never considered that she could be gay before, but the possibility of her being gay made a lot of things make sense

But she also knew that being gay was a death sentence and could undo all their hard work

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Eventually she said fuck it and kissed Mac, interrupting her rambling

They made out for a while before Chandler pulled away

When questioned she told Mac that they would have to keep this a secret, at least until they got out of high school

After that she didn't know, but she knew that she loved Mac too, probably for just as long, and that she would do anything just to see her smile

They never could recall on what day Mac's confession took place, so they decided that their anniversary would be on Sep. 1st, the day they met

Life continued on, their popularity and status only increasing with every passing day

Anyone that challenged them was retaliated against with as much force as they could muster, until no one dared mess with the Heathers

She continued to go to the Remington Parties, this time alone

She didn't want Mac, or even Duke, whom she had come to care about more than she had expected, to see what went on behind the scenes

The nights she spent with David were a secret she planned to take to her grave

Freshmen year passed, then sophomore, then they entered junior year

Things didn't change much for them

They stayed on top of Westerberg's Hierarchy, they passed all of their classes with minimal effort due to a combination of nerds doing their homework and essays and cheating on their tests

There was a teacher, Ms. Fleming, who swore up and down they were cheating but could never prove it, and tried to get them in trouble for anything she could think of

These punishments were often revoked under threat of retaliation by their rich parents, which were empty threats but she didn't know that

Later in the year they threw a party for Duke's birthday, a tradition which had come about as a way to maintain their status

Chandler had bought Duke a red dress as a present

Duke loved red but that was Chandler's color so she had to settle for green, but Chandler figured that it was her birthday so it was ok for her to wear another color

Internally she wanted to see her wear red, she just knew that she would look hot in it, and boy was she right

But she wasn't ready to admit this to herself just yet, she said it was just for her birthday

Duke was just so happy during the party, not like the Duke who had been slowly retreating into her shell over the past few years

And then Chandler felt it

The same feeling she had felt with Mac at her first cheer meet years ago

She quickly pushed it away, she was with Mac, she couldn't feel this way

Unfortunately while dealing with this revelation she ended up in the same bathroom that Mac was taking refuge in, and in her drunken state she accidentally blurted out how hot Duke was

Eventually they went to Mac's and when she woke up she remembered what she said the previous night, becoming incredibly embarrassed

Mac quickly confronted her, asking her why she was avoiding her friend, to which she quickly blurted out that she thinks she's in love with Duke

She was shocked when Mac just laughed, asking if that was all it was

Mac then told her that she was also in love with Duke, and that made what she was gonna ask way easier

She proposed a three-way polyamorous relationship where they would all date each other

Chandler was confused at first, she had never heard of this, but after a few days of talking it out and researching, she decided that she was ok with it and they asked Duke out

Duke said yes and all's history

Junior year turned into senior year

The same old same old, one more year before they can escape

Popularity had become a curse, requiring more maintenance than an old car to stay on top

Plus, it made Chandler really conflicted

Was it just to subject others to the same torment she went through just to spare herself and her loved ones from the same fate?

She pondered this as she did her makeup, as Ms. Fleming came in to 'catch' them in the act and give them another bs detention, and as she went through the whole song-and-dance routine a girl stepped out from one of the stalls and headed Fleming a note

Heather McNamara

(I know its not in order, probably should be doing Duke next but idc)

TW: Child Abuse/Ableism/Child Neglect/Bullying

Mac was born on June 22nd, 200X

Her mother was a fucking bitch, to put it lightly

She only married Mac's dad for his money, but her plans were foiled when she was forced to sign a prenup

Her plan quickly shifted into waiting for him to die, as he was already older (not super old, but in his middle 30s while she was early-to-middle 20s), and when he died she would take the money and spend the rest of her life traveling the world in luxury

She had no desire to work or get a job, instead choosing to lay around and mooch off Mac's Dad

Her Dad, unlike most parents that will be talked about, was a gentle man who loved his daughter more than anything in the world

She was the light of his life, and when she was born he took a long paternity leave to spend time with her

He ran a engagement ring business, known as being the home of the best quality rings in the central Ohio area

As such, he got plenty of business, most of which he put back into the store, but he always put some aside for his daughter, both for future savings and to spoil her rotten

But as she grew up and he spent time with her, he noticed that she was a little strange

She would never look anyone in the eyes, became very upset whenever her routine was changed, like if daddy had to go to work on a day when he would not normally have to she would have a meltdown, and became fixated on certain things

At this age she was obsessed with My Little Pony, watching in for hours on end, and the little she did talk was often about the ponies

He had a suspicion of what was going on so he had her quickly tested and it was discovered she had autism

He didn't care, she was his daughter and he would do whatever he needed to make sure she lived the best life possible

He told his wife the news and his plan that she, as a stay-at-home mom, could help take care of her until she was ready

Mac's mom pretended to go along with it but internally she was screaming

She never wanted to have a kid, she only had Mac because her husband really wanted a kid and she thought it might get him to get rid of the prenup, and now she has to deal with a disabled kid too? No way Jose

She tried to beat it out of Mac, slapping and pinching her whenever she acted out, which was quite often

It wasn't her fault, Mac was a child and autistic, she couldn't really control herself, but she didn't care, she just wanted her to stop

As soon as she could she signed her up for daycare behind his back so she didn't have to deal with her

Mac was unceremoniously dropped off at daycare, extremely nervous and unsure about this whole thing

She sat down at her assigned table, staring at the wooden top, just wishing she could go home, when a girl sat at the table and started talking to her

She looked like an angel in red, carrying herself in such a way that radiated confidence and coolness

Mac got a strange feeling in her chest, and she just knew she had to be friends with this girl

She replied quickly, desperate to keep her attention, and the girl laughed

Not in the mean way that mommy laughed at her whenever she messed up, but like Twilight Sparkle and her friends did when one of them did something funny

Note: I know nothing about My Little Pony, so anything that I say about it may be extremely incorrect

She knew she acted different, her mother never failed to point that out to her, but this girl, Chan-Chan as she called her, didn't seem to care one bit

Chandler stuck by her all day, not once leaving her side

She never got bored with her, or got tired of her weirdness, or even looked at other kids, just staying with her

She even protected her from the bullies like Kurt and Ram who were gross boys that she wanted nothing to do with but wouldn't leave her alone

She even comforted her when she cried, which is something only her dad did

In short, she was the perfect friend, just like the ponies

When she was picked up she told her mother about her new friend and how cool she was only to be quickly and harshly told to shut up

They got home and after a few hours so did her dad, and when she told him about the awesome day she had at daycare he was enraged, but didn't let Mac see it, telling her that he was glad she made a friend

Once Mac left the room he stormed over to his wife, demanding an explanation

They had agreed to not put Mac in a public school until she was ready, starting out slow with a tutor or a specialized center for autistic children, and yet here she goes signing her up for daycare

Her mom yelled back that she didn't sign up to take care of a r-word and-

Her dad slapped her mom as soon as that word left her lips, and coldly told her to get out and that he was filing for divorce

She did, staying silent the entire time as she did so

Once she left Mac's dad went up to her room, where Mac was hiding under her bed, afraid of all the shouting

He told her that mommy was leaving and not coming back, to which Mac immediately brightened up and became excited, which was the final nail in the coffin, affirming his decision for divorce

He also asked a bit more about daycare and her friend Chan-Chan, and upon seeing how excited and happy she seemed when talking about her, he decided to keep her in daycare so he didn't take away her only friend

Of course he would sign her up for therapy to help her manage her autism better, but if she was making friends then it wouldn't be the worst idea to let her stay

Mac's mom was not happy, however, and quickly turned to the internet using her MySpace (I think it was still relevant at that time) account to spread lies that he was cheating on her and she was filing for divorce

Privately she told some that he was impotent and gave her a r-word child, and her conservative family agreed that she was right to leave him and that nobody wanted to deal with a child like her

Thankfully due to the prenup her dad was able to keep his fortune, house and business, as well as custody of Mac

Unfortunately, the rest of Mac's family believed her mother's lies, and her father was inundated with calls berating him for cheating, most cutting off ties with him

It crushed Mac's dad to hear all of this, and when trying to tell the truth failed he resolved to keep moving forward

After all, he had a daughter to raise

He told her at every opportunity that her autism was not something to be ashamed of or hated, but it was just something that made her different

She didn't have to be proud of it or even like it, but she shouldn't beat herself up over it

Everyone had things that made them different, just like how all the My Little Ponies were all different, but that didn't make their differences bad

Our differences aren't good or bad, they just are, they're a part of life we have to recognize and accept

If she can find some matter of pride in it, then good on her, but she doesn't have to

Unfortunately, Mac had spend the first few years of her life learning from her mother that her autism was a curse, and those lessons were hard to forget, especially when she learned them at such a young age and at such a critical point in her development

He also met her friend, which until now he didn't know her name was also Heather

He found her to be a polite and courteous child, but most importantly she was a good friend to Mac, someone who cared for her almost as much as he did

He realized that she didn't have the best home life, and would often invite her over for playdates when he couldn't be home to watch over Mac

She was incredibly thankful for this, not only did she get to spend time with her best friend, but she also got to be away from her mother

Back to Mac, she really started to enjoy things

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Her mother was gone, she had an amazing friend and dad who loved her, everything was perfect, everything was grand, she had the whole wide world in the palm of her hand

If you get that reference you're amazing

That was until she started first grade

Things changed, a lot

Everything was just so different, it was harder, the teachers were meaner, her whole routine changed

Chan-Chan was there to help, and she knew she could turn to her dad if she needed anything, but it didn't change the fact that her life had changed significantly

The worst part, however, was the other kids

They started to stay away from her and Chandler, refusing to sit at the same table as them, not letting them play with them at recess, asking the teacher if they could have a different partner during group work

She didn't understand why they did that, but it hurt her deeply

Chandler always stood up for her, telling the kids how mean they were being, but the bullying never stopped

Mac got into Pokemon around this time, and would play it on her 3DS a lot

She was absorbed into this fantastical world, but that came at the price of blocking everything else while she hyper-focused on it, including her only friend

Chandler was upset by this, her best friend was so focused on this stupid game that she didn't have time for her!

She tried to tell Mac to put the dumb game down and spend time with her, but Mac just kept playing, not really understanding why Chandler was getting so upset about it, which only made her stressed and upset, causing her to retreat even deeper into the game

After an incident which some bullies tried to take her 3DS, causing Chandler to retaliate physically against them and both of them subsequently get suspended, she came to talk to Mac, apologizing for the way she had been acting in regards to the whole Pokemon thing

Mac had been really upset since the whole thing went down, her dad was upset with her for bringing the 3DS to school when she knows she wasn't supposed to

She wasn't grounded or anything, just a gentle reminder that she needs to leave it at home, but it made her feel awful for upsetting her dad

She curled into a ball on her bed and just stared at the wall

Her dad, upon seeing the state Mac was in, called Chandler and asked her to come over to talk to her about the whole thing as she was really upset

Chandler lightly knocked and upon hearing no response she let herself in

She tried to apologize but before she could get a word in Mac quickly uncurled herself from her ball and started yelling, which took Chandler off guard as Mac almost never yelled

Mac said that she felt like an awful daughter and friend, and that the bullies were gonna bully them even more from now on

Chandler tried to interject but was quickly cut off by Mac, who continued on her tirade

She said that ever since she got into Pokemon she had been becoming more distant and upset and she didn't understand why and that she's so scared that she'll lose her as a friend and she doesn't want that she's been her best friend since forever and if she loses her she doesn't known what she'll do and-

Her words become unintelligible as she sinks onto the bed

Chandler rushes over and pulls her into a tight hug while she sobs her eyes out

They stayed like that for a good while until Mac, with Chandler's help, is able to calm down

Once that happens, Chandler begins to apologize, saying that she was upset that Mac was spending so much time on the game as it felt like she was ignoring her, but she was just being selfish because she didn't really understand it and didn't want to, but that would all change

She headed to her bag and picked out some Pokemon plushies she had secretly ordered online, before handing them to Mac, who looked awestruck

Chandler then said that she was done being selfish, and that she would watch and play and do whatever pokemon stuff Mac wanted to do

Mac readily accepted her apology and gifts, before grabbing her 3DS and beginning to explain everything about Pokemon to her

With the most serious challenge to their friendship behind them, they moved forward into their middle school years, which Mac considered to be the worst years of her life

For starters, the bullying got worse, more than it had ever been before

Her and Chandler could barely do anything without some comment or thing being thrown at them

Trips to the bathroom meant water being splashed at them

At gym the other girls would push past them or purposefully knock them over while they ran

And speaking of gym, the other girls constantly ridiculed her over her freckles, causing her to break out into tears almost every day

And as her body began puberty, it began to change rapidly, including the start of periods, which caused her to have a panic attack when she found out that she would essentially be bleeding and in pain for a week every month

She, being a very sensitive person, hard a hard time coping with these situations

Her dad tried his best, but he was wholly unprepared to deal with teenage girl problems, especially with ones about her time of the month

However, he always reminded her that no problem was too difficult to overcome, and that these problems didn't have to be fixed alone

She always had him, Chandler, and her therapist to turn too and ask questions or for help if she needed it

It was hard for Mac to internalize these lessons

From a very young age her mother had told her that she should just stay out of the way and deal with it on her own, things told to her simply so her mom could continue to sit on the couch and watch TV and not parent, but they were things Mac internalized, especially because she was so young and they came from a (supposedly) trusted source

As such, she was often reluctant to ask for help even if it was obvious she needed it

But, because she often did not know how to handle these situations, she found herself unable to do anything to improve the situation, leading to a meltdown or panic attack

Her dad recognized this pattern, and would often attend meetings with her and her therapist to explain it to the them and help them develop strategies for when she encounters a stressful situation

It is here that her dad also came to realize the extent of bullying that his daughter was facing, and he made attempts to contact the school to have something done

Unfortunately, his attempts were met with indifference, and his idea of pulling Mac out to a school more suited for her needs or even to the special education section of her school was rejected, as it would mean that Mac was separated from Chandler, something which she would not accept

Faced with a difficult situation, her dad and therapist struggled to come up with an effective response

Ignoring them seemed to have no effect, as did telling the teacher

Fighting back only got them in trouble while the bullies got off scot-free, and they couldn't just simply leave the school, as Mac wouldn't go without Chandler and Chandler's mom wouldn't even consider the idea of moving her daughter, calling her a wimp for letting herself be bullied and that she taught her better than that

Chandler eventually took it into her own hands

She pulled Mac aside one day and told her that she was gonna fix things, but she had to trust her

Mac trusted her with her whole heart, and so she agreed

If she knew what was coming, she would have steadfastly refused

Chandler began to draw attention to herself, making her the target

If bullies began to harass the two of them, she would do something to take the attention off of Mac, be that by making some sarcastic remark, retaliating against them, or by any means that she had at her disposal

The method worked, at least somewhat

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The bullying against Mac slowed down significantly, but did not stop entirely, while the bullying against Chandler increased to previously unseen levels

Whenever confronted, Chandler told her that it was fine and that it took the attention off of her, right?

While that was true, it hurt Mac deeply to see that her best friend had to take the brunt of the force just because she couldn't handle it

She resolved to work on herself, she would do anything to make sure that Chandler didn't have to do it again

When the summer before high school began, she went to her therapist, explaining her dilemma

She applauded Mac for taking steps to ask for help, before telling her that maybe in her new school, she could have a fresh start with things, and let it be a chance to re-invent herself into someone who stands up to the bullies

She also mentioned that her twin sister, Pauline, worked at Westerberg High as an English teacher, and while she was a little weird, she would listen to her if she told her that she was being bullied

The next hang-out with Chandler, told her that she wouldn't stand by as she was bullied just because she wanted to protect her, and that they would do something about it, brining up a few of the things that her therapist told her, listing them off

Chandler stopped her when she mentioned re-inventing themselves, as she interjected that she had actually had the same idea, going into detail about her plan to make them not just no longer bullied, but popular

Mac was originally apprehensive about the idea

From her experience with popular kids, they were rude and mean and didn't care about other people, and Mac didn't want them to change

Chandler reassured her that it wouldn't happen, reminding her of her promise to never leave her

Still unsure but out of alternatives, she agreed to go along with Chandler's plan

They quickly came upon a issue with their plan when the topic of making connections came up

They pulled out their yearbook, and began going through everyone, seeing if anyone could help them

They didn't have to go far before Mac landed on the page with 'Heather Duke' on it

She was vaguely aware of her due to their shared name, but she did know that she was head of the yearbook, and that probably came with some contacts

Chandler added that she knew that Duke was lacking in the friends department, having ditched Martha Dumptruck a while back, and would probably be willing to help them out

Duke was then invited and accepted into their group

Mac was originally wary around Duke

It had been her and Chandler for so long, and now there was this other person

What if Chandler liked her better? What if they abandoned her? What if Duke made fun of her? What if what if what if what if....

These thoughts spiraled around her head, almost leading her into a panic attack

This happened at one of their first hangouts as a three-woman team, and unable to cope with the thoughts and unwilling to go to Chandler incase she thought Mac was weak or something for not being able to handle something as simple as having another friend, she made a quick excuse before heading into her bathroom and crying

Chandler made a comment under her breath, saying that she should've known that this would upset Mac and that she should've talked to her about it, a comment that Duke was not supposed to hear

Unfortunately for her, her comment was not as quiet as she thought, and Duke upon hearing it put 2 and 2 together about what upset Mac, and told Chandler that she would handle it

She tried to protest but Duke ignored her and just kept walking

Duke approached the bathroom door, hearing the muffled sobs coming from the other side, before knocking quietly and upon receiving no response, she slid down, back to the door

She told Mac that she understands that this is a difficult time for her, and they have a lot riding on this and as a part of that, things are changing

She also said that she understands that she is the outsider here, upending the status quo they had for a very long time, but also that she wasn't here to mess it up

The friendship between the three of them isn't replacing what was already there, but building upon it

Mac got the impression that Duke knows that she thinks that she's a threat to her and Chandler's friendship, and she starts to feel awful

She didn't mean to give that impression or even want to feel that way, she's just scared about the what ifs and all that

Realizing that she needs to fix this, she quickly swings open the door, which thankfully opens inwards, before pulling Duke into a big hug and sobbing into her shoulder

Duke was initially stunned, but quickly hugged back as Mac continued to cry

Once she finished crying, Mac profusely apologized, an apology which Duke readily accepted

Chandler watched from down the hallway, impressed at the way that Duke handled the situation

They studied and practiced the art of popularity, until eventually it was time for their first outing as The Heathers

They were going to some party at Remington University, and Mac wasn't exactly thrilled

Chandler had talked to them beforehand, telling both her and Duke to let her doing the talking, which didn't exactly reassure her

As soon as she entered her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of weed, vomit, and plain old BO

Mac wanted to bolt out of there as quickly as she could, but she remembered what they practiced and tried to ignore it to the best of her ability

Eyes turned to the group, and Mac wanted to melt under the pressure, but she forced herself to stand strong and keep looking forward as they made their way towards who Mac assumed was David

He started flirting with Chandler, which besides the fact that he was definitely way older than her also made her feel enraged

She didn't understand why, but seeing David flirt with her made her want to punch holes in things

Chandler eventually left with David, but not before whispering something Mac couldn't hear in Duke's ear

Duke stood by her side the entire night, not leaving her once

It reminded her a lot of Chandler in their younger years, keeping a lookout for any shady characters and steering her clear of any bad situations

She had her first bit of alcohol at the party, some beer in a red solo cup

She gagged at the taste, but remembering why they were here she quickly downed it

Thankfully Duke led her to some tastier drinks, of which she had several

The party passed by in a blur

She remembers talking to several people but she couldn't remember their faces, names or even what she said to them

She thinks she did a good job because she remembers them laughing along with her instead of at her, which is always a good sign

But what she remembers vividly is seeing Chandler come out of a back room with David looking terrible

Mac wanted to say something but Chandler gave her a look, and being friends for so long let her know that the look meant to keep quiet, which she did

Chandler never spoke of what happened that night, no matter how much Mac asked

Then the first day of high school arrived and Mac was understandably nervous

Sure things had gone well at Remington, but now it was the real deal, the final test to see if their efforts paid off

Waiting in Chandler's brand new Porsche (she had insisted that they couldn't ride the bus, that was for losers) she was chewing on her nails out of sheer nervousness

Chandler reassured her that nothing would go wrong, they worked so hard for this and now they were going to see the fruits of their labor

With much apprehension she stepped out of the car and almost immediately all eyes turned to the three of them

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Just like during the Remington party Mac wanted to run back to the car, but instead she took a deep breath and kept her head held high

Her heart was beating hard in her chest as she walked into the building and even more eyes turned to her

But surprisingly, it worked

She saw her former bullies trip over each other in a failed attempt to get out of their way

People she had never seen before looked in the opposite direction wherever she looked, desperate to not make eye contact and risk their wrath

Even boys double her height who could easily push her out of the way parted as she and the other Heathers strutted down the hall

It was weird, not a bad weird, but still weird

She could not remember a time in recent memory that she went an hour without something happening to her, and now she's went almost a whole day without so much as a dirty look thrown her way

At lunch, Chandler pulled out a sign-up sheet and handed it to Mac

It was for cheerleading, and when she looked at Chandler with a confused look she explained she wanted Mac to try out

Duke had her influence over the nerds in yearbook and she was the leader who everyone feared, but she needed Mac to venture into arguably the most important sector of students, the popular kids

They had succeeded in establishing themselves as part of the upper crust, but to be at the top they had to be an inescapable force, no matter where in the school one went

And with Duke handling the nerds and Chandler having the general population, all that was left were the popular kids, and the majority of them were either cheerleaders or in some sport

That's where Mac came in

Having a Heather planted there allows her to keep an ear out for any negative attention being thrown their way, and if she notices it it'll be her job to dispel it, as well as being an ever-present reminder that the Heathers are always watching

Duke made a comment about someone called Big Brother, which Chandler ignored

Like most things, Mac was unsure about it, but today had been perfect, and she would do anything to make sure it stays that way

She quickly filled out the form and dropped it off on the way to her next class

As the day ended and they headed to Chandler's car, Mac realized with a start that this had been her first day of school in years where she didn't have a meltdown or panic attack, and realized that all of this work had been worth it

As the days went on Mac quickly became used to her routine as a Heather

Duke fed them gossip, they debated on wether to and how to intervene, and if they needed to Mac would make a comment at cheer practice, which would spread like wildfire amongst the popular sector of students

With her reputation she was able to easily join the cheerleading team despite her lack of experience

She quickly learned how to cheer, however, her naturally flexible and slim body working wonders to aid her in her pursuits, and she climbed the ranks of the squad fast

The coach told her that she was on track to becoming head cheerleader by sophomore year

Mac was overjoyed, as for the first time in her life something came to her easily

School was tough for her, especially math, and she could rarely concentrate long enough to get all of the information

Her and Chandler spent many a hour reviewing the information in a desperate attempt to get Mac to understand, but it never went as well as Mac had hoped, and Mac rarely got above a C

But now nerds did all their work for them, leaving Mac with plenty of time to focus on other things, like cheer, Chandler, keeping up with the latest gossip, Chandler's really kissable face, making sure they stayed at the top of the food chain, Chandler's sexy body, practicing her cheer routines, Chandler's really big bre-

Wait, where did that come from?

With all of the free time on her hands, Mac started to notice her thoughts turning to Chandler, and not in just a friendly way

Whenever she was with her, which was often, her eyes always trailed to ... certain parts of her body, and she found herself unable to look away, even after Chandler called her name several times

She had no idea what these thoughts meant or why she was having them, and knowing she couldn't talk to Chandler about this, she turned to the only other person she could

As she finished explaining her troubles to Duke, Duke took a deep breath and said in a very matter-of-fact voice "You're in love with her"

Mac choked on air as soon as the words escaped Duke's lips

She quickly reasoned that of course she loved Chandler, they had been friends for years, it was only natural to love your friends, they were kinda like your family

Duke, knowing where Mac's thoughts were going interjected saying that she loved her not in the friendly way but in the gay way

Mac immediately insisted that she wasn't gay, to which Duke questioned if she had ever felt an attraction like this to any guy, to which Mac hadn't

Once the realization hit that she was in fact gay, she immediately started panicking because holy shit she was in love with her best friend and what the hell is she gonna do about it holy shitttttttttttt!

Duke helped calm her down, before encouraging her to ask Chandler out, because lord knows she won't do it herself

She's confused, before Duke sighs in exasperation and explains that Chandler is gay for her too

Mac had a similar reaction to when Duke told her that she was gay

She quickly explained that it was obvious to anyone who spent more than 5 minutes around the two of them that there was romantic tension between the two of them just waiting to be broken, but they were both just so fucking oblivious to it

She added that she was glad that she came to her first because she was tired of waiting for them to realize it themselves

Mac made a rather bad excuse before darting out of the room

She reasoned that Chandler couldn't be in love with her, she flirted with boys all the time

And if she did love girls she wouldn't want to be with her, she's this stupid little autistic girl who can't do many things without guidance and cries really easy and can't handle routine changes without having a meltdown and.....

Yeah, there was no way Chandler was in love with her

....Just to be sure, the next day she would pay close attention to how she acted around her, juuuuust to be sure

Lo and behold, the next day came and she started observing Chandler's behavior

Things that had been so commonplace that Mac ignored them became obvious indicators that Chandler was in love with her

For starters, Chandler always stood beside her, like physically standing next to her at all times

She also realized that whenever they had a moment alone, Chandler would unconsciously grab her hand

She didn't think that 'just friends' held hands when they were alone

But the biggest indicator was during gym, when they had to put on their uniforms

After tearing her eyes away from Chandler's body, she quickly realized that Chandler was oogling her

It seemed to be unconsciously, as when Mac called her name Chandler jumped in surprise, seemingly unaware of what she was doing

Ok so Chan-Chan was into her, that was definitely the case, so Mac supposed that she had to ask her out

She spent hours scrolling through Instagram, then Twitter, then Tumblr in search of cute ways to ask out your crush

None of them really tickled her fancy, however

They were all fancy and elaborate, and while they were cute and thoughtful that's not the kind of relationship her and Chandler had

They were best friends before anything else, and Mac thought it best just to keep it simple

She eventually decided on just asking her

She brought up the idea of having a sleepover at her place one day at lunch

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This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, they had sleepovers all the time

Having texted her about it beforehand, Duke knew to make up an excuse for why she couldn't attend, that way it would be just her and Chandler

The rest of the day passed by at a snail's pace, every ticking of the clock sending shivers down Mac's spine, knowing what was coming up and how it could all go wrong

She was unable to pay attention in class, her thoughts consumed with what ifs about this going all wrong

And before she knew it, she was at home, with only a few hours to prepare before the sleepover

Her dad just happened to be home early that day, and upon seeing his daughter enter he came over to greet her, only to see a look of sheer terror on her face

He quickly asked what was wrong, before Mac ran into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably

He quickly moved them over to the couch, holding her while she bawled

Eventually she was able to calm down and explain with a shaky voice why she was so terrified

He quickly reassured her that he would love her no matter who she chose to date, but also that she had nothing to worry about

Chandler loved her more than anything in this world, there was no way that she said no

He also added that he's been waiting for them to start dating, it was kinda obvious that they liked each other

In a exasperated tone Mac said "Daddddddd" before he left her to start setting up for the sleepover

The setup was nothing spectacular, just a normal sleepover as to not alert her to something being different

There were the bowls of snacks, popcorn, candy, and as she put the blankets on the couch she realized that they always snuggled when they watched movies at their sleepovers

God they were oblivious

Chandler eventually arrived and Mac's nervousness reemerged but she quickly banished it, knowing that for this to work she needed to keep up the facade that everything was normal

They quickly made their way to the living room where everything was set up, and headed to their respective spots on the couch

The fire inside Mac burned brighter as they started to snuggle, the skin-on-skin contact only adding more fuel to the flame

Mac had decided on Frozen, a movie that they both loved as kids

Normally she got deeply engrossed in the movie, but today she just couldn't, her full attention set on the feeling of Chandler's body laying against her's

As the climax approached Mac became even more nervous, culminating in her grabbing the remote and pausing the movie as soon as Anna punched Hans off the boat

Chandler gave her a confused look as Mac took a deep breath and looked Chandler in the eyes, explaining that she loved her

When Chandler looked confused she quickly added that she loved her in the gay way and she wanted them to be girlfriends, before launching into a tirade about how amazing she was and all that she did for her and-

Chandler smashed her lips onto her's as they flopped backwards onto the couch, Chandler laying atop Mac as they continuously made out

As all good things do their make out session came to an end, and as Chandler grabbed the remote and unpaused the movie, before turning to Mac and saying that 'oh by the way, my answer is yes'

Before they went to bed that night (sleeping next to each other in the same bed, god how did they not realize they were gay before this) Chandler had to have a serious talk with her, explaining that they couldn't be out openly for obvious reasons, to which Mac was a little disappointed but she understood the necessity

Things stayed the same for the majority of the next three years

Her and Chandler had date nights whenever they could escape their popularity

In sophomore year as coach had promised she became Head Cheerleader, brining newfound influence to The Heathers, giving her much more sway over the football players who only wanted her for her status and body

Her body became a lot more muscular as a result of all the training she had to do, which Chandler often reminded her that she found it sexy as hell

The status quo didn't really changed until Duke's 17th Birthday party

She was sitting on her couch, rather tipsy

Chandler was god-knows-where, and so she was laying around with a few members of her cheer squad, and while she was drunkenly looking around the room she laid her eyes on a red blob moving around the crowd

At first she thought it was Chandler, but after closer inspection she realized that it was Duke, in the red dress Chandler had gotten her

Over the past few years Duke had gotten more withdrawn, choosing to stay by herself instead of joining her and Chandler, and spending much of her time with them with her nose stuck in a book, but this Duke was the exact opposite

She was the life of the party, going from group to group where her arrival was always met with cheers and laughter

Seeing Duke so happy made her feel happy, excited that her friend was finally letting lose

Duke passed where Mac was sitting on the way to another group, and as she passed, still laughing, Mac got a really good look at her

She had really dolled herself up, getting her hair and makeup done professionally, and combined with the smile that seemed to be etched into her face she looked beautiful, not to mention the dress that hugged her figure so good.....

Mac felt her cheeks burning up and a familiar feeling enveloped her

She shot up, immediately recognizing this feeling

She made an excuse that she had to vomit before running into the nearest bathroom

She nearly did vomit from the realization, but managed to keep it down by focusing on the cold, hard floor beneath her

Unfortunately, it did nothing to stop the oncoming panic attack

Thoughts shot around her mind over what an awful person she was, how Chandler would hate her if she ever found out, how-

Someone stumbled into the bathroom, scaring the hell out of Mac, who thought it was some drunk weirdo

It was a drunk weirdo who came in, but it was her drunk weirdo so it was alright

Chandler stumbled her way onto the floor, laying her head in Mac's lap and she stroked her hair

Drunkenly, Chandler starts ranting about how hot Duke was in that dress but then quickly lowers her voice, talking about how sweet she can be when she wants to and how fun she is and how she misses the old Duke and

She goes on and on for like 30 minutes before she eventually passes out

This conversation made Mac realize that she might not be the only one who has a crush on Duke

The next day both her and Chandler are at Mac's place sobering up when Mac brings up the conversation in the bathroom

Chandler blushes bright red and refuses to talk about it, literally running out of the room

Chandler eventually comes back and that's when she pulls out the secret weapon

Over the years Mac has realized that if nothing else, there is one thing going in her favor

She is incredibly cute, a fact that Chandler often reminds her of, and with that power comes the ability to do a puppy dog face to get what she wants

When Chandler sees it, all of her resistance crumbles immediately and she admits that she may have a teeny tiny crush on Duke

Before she can say a word in her defense Mac starts laughing

As Chandler gives her a confused look, Mac explains that she also has a crush on Duke, she was actually in the bathroom last night panicking about it before she came in

The real question now is, what do they do about it?

With a quick google search they learn about this thing called polyamory and after a quick discussion they both agree that they would be ok with a relationship like that

All that's left is to ask Duke

They do question if Duke is into them or even into girls, but they both have a hunch that she is

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The next Friday they hold another sleepover

Mac decides she's gonna ask Duke like she did Chandler/Chandler did to her, just play it normal and wait for the moment to kiss her

After all, if it aint broke don't fix it

The sleepover goes as normal, they watch some Youtube, gossip about the morons at Westerberg, listen to some music

Eventually Mac feels that the time was right, before leaning over and giving Duke a big ol' smooch on her lips

Duke, clearly on autopilot, starts kissing back, before she comes to her senses and jolts away from Mac, a look of terror across her face

Instead of the anger she suspects, she sees a giggling Mac and a smirking Chandler, and she quickly demands an explanation

They quickly explain that they're into her and would like to have a 3-way relationship with her

Duke looks very unsure, and asks for a moment to think about it

They give it to her, only to hear her scream "YES, YES, YES, HELL FUCKING YES LETS FUCKING GOOO" and watch her rush back into the room, before giving the both of them a huge kiss

Things become amazing with Duke

Mac, who had always had trouble sleeping, finally starts to get regular good sleep when she sleeps between her two gfs

School becomes bearable, because even if they can't show it, she gets to spend all day with them on top of no one bothering them

Duke is also a fun person to be around, after joining their relationship she seems to have come out of her shell a lot and Mac comes to love all the silly pranks she pulls on Chandler or how determined she gets to win a game

And simply, Mac has a lot of love in her heart, and she wants to share it all

The rest of Junior year passes, and before she knows it its the first day of Senior Year

They're in the bathroom, just fixing up their makeup, when Fleming comes in

She doesn't know how her kind, caring therapist is related to this hippie, but they are and they have to deal with her

She tries to give them detention but before they can threaten her a girl dressed in a really ugly scarf comes out of a stall and hands her a note

(can you tell who my favorite Heather is?)

Heather Duke

TW: Extreme Child Abuse/Eating Disorders (Bulimia)/Bullying/Self-Depreciation/Ableism/Co-Dependency

I'm so sorry I'm doing this to you Duke

Duke was born on March 17th, 200X

Her parents were second-generation immigrants from South Korea, with their parents moving to America to escape the military dictatorship of Park Chung Hee

Her maternal grandparents initially settled in California before moving farther east, first to Denver, then Chicago, before heading to Ohio

Her paternal grandparents followed a similar path, from Phoenix to St. Louis before also settling in Ohio

Being the only some of the only Asians around, the families quickly became close

They opened up a Korean Restaurant in Columbus, which after many years exploded in popularity and grew profitable as the only, and best, authentic Korean cuisine in the central Ohio area

The road to success had not been easy for her grandparents, having to work long hours in odd jobs just to keep their families fed

With that popularity came profit, and soon the families were richer than their wildest dreams

They eventually adopted the last name Duke, after old European nobility, as a way to better blend in to their lives in America

All of their children worked in the restaurant as soon as the law would allow, working long hours to ensure it ran smoothly

As one family's eldest daughter and the other's eldest son came of age, they were married and pressured into having children, and many of them

With the money from the restaurant, they were able to purchase a large house in a wealthy neighborhood in a town about an hour away

Before Duke there was her 2 year older sister Helen and 1 year older brother Henry, with Duke being the final child her parents would have

Her parents chose all names that started with H, as well as American names, afraid of mistreatment if their heritage was too obvious

Immense pressure to succeed was placed on all three children, similar to how their parents had similar pressure placed on them by their parents

Success was not only expected, but demanded, and failure would not be tolerated

Duke found herself quickly falling behind her siblings, not only due to the age gap but also due to her lack of ability

While her siblings were reading fluently in both English and Korean by 5, Duke struggled to read basic sentences in either language at the same age

She had to attend special classes to help her catch up, something that her parents were greatly ashamed of, a fact which they never failed to mention to her

She was constantly compared to her siblings, told that she was dumb for failing to do anything right, and given harsh punishments if she failed to accomplish whatever task her parents set for her

She was often hit, her things taken, destroyed, or thrown away, denied food or water, forced to sleep on the floor, among many other disgusting things

A deep resentment arose between Duke and the rest of her family, as the other children were treated well as academics came to them easily, while Duke struggled under the weight of the expectations placed on her

Duke was placed in daycare as soon as she was old enough to, her parents hoping that her struggling in front of the other children would humiliate her into doing better

While playing, waiting for the teacher, a girl came up to her

She had big pink glasses and a unicorn sweater, introduced herself as Martha, and asked if she could play with her

Duke was taken aback by it, someone wanted to play with her?

The two quickly became friends, playing with the My Little Pony toys until the teacher gave them their assigned seats

Duke was disappointed to learn that she would not be sitting with Martha, and instead with two other girls named Heather

The other two girls paid her no mind, and Duke reciprocated in return, choosing to stare longingly at Martha across the room

Eventually they were freed from their tables and allowed to go out and play, and Duke and Martha were reunited

They talked while they played, and Duke was surprised to hear about how Martha's home life was

Her parents told her to do her best and have fun, they seemed to never yell at her or be disappointed in her, and they often told her that they loved her

Duke realized with a start that she had never once been told by her parents that they loved her, and the pit of resentment she held for them only grew deeper

Martha asked if she wanted to tell the teacher about her parents, but Duke refused, seeing it as a sign of weakness

Martha tried convincing her otherwise, but Duke wouldn't budge so she eventually dropped it

The next few years passed by with things staying mostly the same

Duke continued to struggle, continuing with remedial classes as she entered formal schooling

Her parents became increasingly angry as Duke failed to grasp what, in their opinion, were simple concepts, and as a result their punishments became more severe

Additionally, her siblings received awards and honor roll, and Duke was forced to attend these ceremonies, with her family spending most of the events criticizing her and asking why she wasn't getting an award

Her siblings also became extremely arrogant, joining in on the harsh treatment of Duke

In 2nd Grade, at her teacher's insistence, Duke was tested and it was discovered that she had dyslexia and ADHD

Her parents did not pay these diagnoses any mind, asking why she couldn't simply 'get over it'

Her grades did slightly improve as the school offered some accommodations, but to her parents anything less than an A was unacceptable, and so her treatment remained largely unchanged

Her and Martha continued to spend time together, with Duke spending many an afternoon at her house

It was a major shock when Martha's parents treated her with kindness, like she was their own daughter, and internally she became jealous of Martha

Why did she get stuck with terrible parents who hated her, who couldn't see that she was trying her best?

She later stopped going to Martha's, too jealous of the life she was able to live

Elementary turned to middle, and Duke became a target for the bullies

Duke was an easy target, she struggled in class, often being so frustrated that she was moved to tears, she never fought back (unbeknownst to the bullies, Duke couldn't fight back, unless she wanted to face even more punishment from her parents) and she hung out with Martha Dumptruck, literally the least popular person at Westerberg Middle besides Heather McNamara

Even worse, she started puberty, and her body began changing

Like everything else, her parents began criticizing her body, saying that she was too fat and needed to eat less, lest she never find a husband, criticism that was not given to her older sister, whose beauty her parents constantly praised

She found herself unable to shake the words her parents shouted at her, noticing herself comparing her body to the other girls in the locker room during Phys Ed

Things became worse by the day

Her parents were relentless in their attacks, yelling from the moment she came home to the moment she left, or at least it seemed

The bullies' assault was relentless, never failing to knock her lunchtray down or shove papers off her desk

And even worse, they had started making comments that she was even fatter than Dumptruck

Martha had always been a rather pudgy girl, and obviously Duke was no where near her size, but she began to see herself thaat way

Martha tried her best, telling her that she wasn't fat and that she was already skin and bones, but Duke refused to believe her

She stayed by her side, always listening when Duke needed to vent about her parents or school or whatever, and although she never knew exactly what to say she always tried her best to comfort Duke

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She eventually made up her mind to tell someone at school about Duke's living conditions, going behind her back to do so, but the staff gave her an empty promise of doing something about it

They never did

In 8th Grade things reached a breaking point

Nothing in particular caused this breakdown, everything just came to be too much one day

Duke reevaluated her life, realizing that if she was to survive until she turned 18 and could get the hell outta dodge, she had to play her parent's game

She turned to the internet, spending hours searching for how to be skinny quick

I'm not going into great detail about her ED, but to summarize she found bulimia and all that entails and began to do it

She also knew that her academics had to improve

She would spend hours reading her textbooks over and over again, even when the words swam across the room and her attention was fleeting, she just had to get this information down, she couldn't stand another fucking punishment from her parents

She began to spend every free moment studying, practicing, working, neglecting everything else, even Martha

Eventually she even began to see Martha as a distraction, but being too afraid to dump her outright, she just started to ignore her

Any conversation attempt was met with silence, invitations ignored, it was like Martha was talking to a brick wall

Eventually it resulted in a large outburst from Martha, questioning what she did wrong, why was she acting like this, only to be met with silence

Internally Duke was screaming for Martha to just leave, but she was too frozen to be able to do anything

A smaller, quieter voice questioned if what they were doing was right, but it was ignored and pushed away

Eventually Martha broke down in tears and ran from Duke

People didn't exactly like Martha, but even people who bullied her agreed that what Duke did was cold, and the bullying against her ramped up to a 10

Duke didn't care, she was too focused on studying and making sure she kept her weight down to notice

She also joined the yearbook club, as her siblings were apart of many clubs and sports, so Duke tried to join some as well

Yearbook was the only one still accepting members, so she went with what she had

It was filled with entirely losers who couldn't care less about it, but Duke quickly whipped them into shape, and by the end of the year they had a beautiful yearbook, with the club sponsor sending a note about her to the sponsor for the club at Westerberg High

By the end of the year her grades had improved substantially, but not high enough for her parents standards

Her final report card was met with only a minor comment that she was improving, but that this was still garbage compared to Helen and Henry

Her summer saw her secluded in her room, surrounded by books

She began to follow a cycle

Wake up, study, eat, purge, study, eat, purge, eat, eat, purge, purge, purge, pur-

Her phone buzzed

This was extremely unusual

Sure she had social media accounts, but on account of her unpopularity nobody bothered to message her, other than to send her some depraved message

Still, something felt different about this, so she headed over, only to see a message from an H. Chandler, asking her to come over, as she had a proposition for her

She initially dismissed it, but curiosity won her over and she asked 'what kind of proposition?'

When Chandler responded 'we're gonna be popular' she almost laughed

She knew Chandler, who didn't

That girl had Martha-yelling-at-her level freakouts on the daily, and she had that weird autistic girl hanging on her at all times

The three of them are literally at the bottom of the totem pole, there was no physical way for them to become popular

Text Chat Between H. Chandler and H. Duke

Sure, and then we'll go discover the cure for cancer

I'm being serious

Uh-uh sure you are. Look, I got shit to do, I don't have time to waste on some stupid shit.

I need you, look you're in the yearbook club right? You have connections, you know people, and those people know people, and they can help us be popular

Even if I did, how do you think just knowing people will help us be popular

The popular people go to these parties at Remington University, all you gotta do is get you, me and Heather McNamara an invite and our popularity is good as gold

What? And what do you mean our?

Obviously you're gonna be a part of this, if you help us you get a spot right at the top, floating above all the bullshit. I know you're bullied a lot, don't you want that to be gone? All you have to do is make people think you're popular, and that perception of popularity translates into actual popularity, its all about how popular people think you are. And people think you're popular if you go to exclusive parties on college campuses, look good, and have other people spread word of how popular you are.

I'm listening

We go to the party, flirt around with a couple of guys, I've heard they're all creeps and pervs, they'll do anything for attention from a pretty girl. We get all dolled up, go, talk to a few guys, they tell their friends about how cool we are, that gets passed down the gossip train until everyone at Westerberg knows who we are and how cool we are, and by the first day we're top of the school

If, and its a big if, I do this, how do we know it'll work?

Hey, things can't get any worse than they are right now, if it fails, at least you get some friends outta it, so you're walking away with something regardless

Duke hesitated, fingers hovering over the keypad

She wrote Yes, then quickly deleted it and wrote no, before deleting it and writing yes again

For 5 agonizing minutes she deliberated over what she should do

She's taking a big risk here, this could all fall flat on their faces

But, like Chandler said, she has nothing to lose if things go wrong, so she quickly typed "I'm in" before hitting send

As the group, christened the Heathers for obvious reasons, began to plan for the debut as popular people, Duke really came to like her new friends

Chandler, despite her rather abrasive exterior, is a caring person who did everything she's done just to protect Mac, and Duke really respects that

Of course, there's the voice in the back of her head again, telling her she should've done everything Chandler has done with Martha, but she pushes it away once again

And Mac is a sweetheart, super friendly, like a golden retriever or a little rabbit, and she's been nothing but welcoming to Duke once she got over the initial awkwardness of having a new friend

The day before the party, they all try on their outfits and practice their makeup

Duke makes a comment about how this outfit really hides her fat, and when she's met with silence she turns to look at her friends

Chandler has a concerned look, but a peek at her eyes shows that she's picked up what's going on

Of course she has, a different, meaner voice tells her, who wouldn't notice her barely eating and going to the bathroom seemingly every hour, but like all the others Duke pushes it to the side

Mac, on the other hand, has tears in her eyes, looking at Duke with a sad look before running over to her and pulling her into a tight hug, telling her that's she's beautiful and shouldn't talk about herself like that

She feels.... cared for. Loved, even.

For the first time in her life she has people that love her for who she is, not what they expect from her

And that's when she feels something, a warm, pulsing feeling in her chest and she blushes hard at the contact

She lies in bed for hours, tossing and turning over what it means, before realizing what it is

Its love

Duke had heard of girls loving girls before, mostly from her parents questioning if she did, because clearly with those looks she won't be attracting any men

Realizing that she wasn't getting any sleep anyway, she heads online and scrolls through page after page, eventually discovering that her experiences weren't unique, and that there was a whole group of people like her called lesbians, a group that all supported each other and reminded each other that their feelings were valid

She comes to two more, rather upsetting realizations that night

1.) Chandler and Mac are also lesbians, it is so obvious to anyone who pays attention for more than 5 minutes

2.) They're gay for each other, and would choose each other over her every time

That realization hits her like a train

Of course, the two people she falls in love with are in love with each other, and probably have been for years

With how oblivious they are she could probably get with one of them without them realizing their feelings for the other, but she decides against that

She would be just an awful person to break them apart, and they were in love with each other first, its only fair that they get first dibs

The thought makes Duke bitter, but she resigns herself to her fate

Its because of these feelings that she looks forward to their first Remington Party

Free Booze is free booze after all

Heading into the party is like stepping into a different dimension

For once, heading into a room full of people doesn't mean resigning herself to whatever torment people have planned for her, no now she has heads turning for other reasons

After they are introduced to the host David, who Duke finds to be rather creepy, everyone treats them like they've been friends for years, despite never meeting before today

They head straight to the drink table, where Duke grabs the nearest solo cup and starts chugging, and as the effects of the alcohol kick in she feels her worries melt away

She vaguely notices Chandler begin to walk away from them with David, but sobers up when she hears what she whispers to her

"Look after Mac, don't let her go anywhere with anyone, especially men"

The reality of the situation sets in for her, and she quickly puts down her cup

She realizes that most of these men, despite them being minors, want to have sex with them, and that's why most of them are being so nice to them

She also realizes why Chandler went into the back room with David

She spends the entire night watching Mac like a hawk, making sure no one puts anything in her drink, keeping her away from any sleazy guys, and putting a stop to her drinking once she becomes too intoxicated

Eventually Chandler returns and they make their exit

They head to Mac's place to spend the night, and as they get her settled in Duke pulls Chandler to the side, demanding an explanation

Chandler, for the first time Duke had ever seen, breaks down into tears, and Duke holds her while she bawls into her shoulder

It continues for a good long while before Chandler is able to gain her composure and explain between sobs what she had to do with David

Duke is horrified and suggests calling the police or even murder, but Chandler stops her, telling her that David is the key to their popularity

He has influence over the college students, telling others how cool the Heathers were, which they then pass down to the high schoolers, creating a sort of mystical aura around them, because everyone will think 'wow look at the Heathers, they hang around in college parties, they're so cool and we don't want to mess with them'

But what David giveth David can taketh away, and if she doesn't do what he wants then their popularity goes bye bye

Duke tries to tell her that it's not worth it, but Chandler tells her to shut up, and that she will do anything to keep the three of them safe from bullying, and if this is the price she has to pay, then so be it

She also begs her not to tell Mac, and that it'll break her heart

Duke is unconvinced but eventually gives in and agrees to not tell Mac

She also decides that if she ever sees David in a back alley on a dark night, well, you can imagine what will happen

Their first day of freshmen year arrives quicker than she expected, and Duke is excited

She is ready to not be a loser anymore, to walk strong in the halls and not let things bother her

They enter the building as a pack, in synchronized motions as they strut to their lockers, all other students parting for them

Duke quickly gets a hang of her role in their clique

She, through the students in the yearbook, which she became the head of only a few weeks into the school year, will get the latest gossip

She passes on this information to Chandler, and they decide what needs to be done, and if it involves her, she will carry out whatever Chandler needs her to do

Its simple, yet effective

They quickly become infamous for their unforgiving judgement of those they deem unworthy, and the few people that remember how they were in middle school and try to harass them quickly back off

Because of her status, the nerds do her homework, and her grades skyrocket

Her parents quickly took notice, and started to treat her better

Gone were the hours of yelling and lectures and beatings, now she was praised like her siblings, and with that she finally understood her parents for who they were

They didn't care about her, they only cared about how she reflected on them

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And while it was nice to not be punished every time she so much as breathed, she hated how it took so little for their attitudes to shift so dramatically

She once again resolved to leave at 18, getting the hell outta Sherwood, maybe going to California or Seattle or somewhere far away

Things were going great, until one day she saw Mac and Chandler holding hands at the lunch table

She quickly put two and two together, congratulating them on their relationship

They both started blushing and trying to deny it, but Duke only laughed and told them that they were so obvious

Internally, Duke felt like absolute shit

Sure, she knew this would happen eventually, but being reminded that the two girls she loved would never love her back, and even worse they loved each other, hurt

She quickly excused herself before heading into their bathroom and vomiting her guts out

She felt so ugly, so unworthy of love, so... fat

Again, going into little detail here, she started exercising way more, eating even less and vomiting even more

Chandler and Mac noticed and tried to talk to her about it, but Duke gave some meaningless words about how she was working on it

And so her high school life continued

She would eat, purge, collect gossip, respond to gossip, run, eat, purge, run, eat, purge, and so on

She did everything she could to hide her purging from the other two

It wasn't really necessary, they both knew, but Duke saw it as a weakness and she didn't want them to think she was weak

One day, the pattern that had been routine over the past few years came to a screeching halt

It was her 17th birthday party

Her parents were mercifully out of town, as her sister Helen was getting married, so they were able to use her house to throw a party

Chandler had gifted her this red dress which was absolutely gorgeous

When they had decided colors for their outfits she had wanted red, as it was her favorite color, but Chandler had already claimed red so she was forced to settle on green

But she had told Duke that it was her special day, so she deserved to wear red

Unlike the other parties Chandler was looking after Mac, leaving her free to drink as much as she pleased

Alcohol freed her in a way, melting down the walls of stress and hate that she constructed around her heart

She, for the few blissful hours that the alcohol worked its way through her bloodstream, forgot about her parents, her crushes, her bulimia, and let everything and anything fall to the wayside as she lived in the moment

She went around, talking to everyone and anyone, not caring to uphold the facade of popularity, just enjoying the deafening music and the sights of her drunken classmates

She went over to Mac to see how she was doing and she looked a little off, but Duke brushed it off as the alcohol

She would later come to find out that she was incredibly mistaken

Later while she was heading up stairs she ran into Chandler, who had the same strange look on her face

Upon seeing her Chandler seemed panicked, before rushing into the nearest bathroom

Duke shrugged it off as her needing to vomit, its not like she has much room to talk there

The party eventually ended and everyone went home, but she couldn't get her mind off of the weird looks on her friend's faces

She brought it up at lunch the next day, asking if they had drank something weird, to which Chandler blurted out in an unusually loud tone that yeah, they had drank something weird, right Mac?

Mac jolted before quickly agreeing with her

Now Duke considers herself to be pretty smart and she knows they're lying out of their asses, but about what exactly?

Was something going on between them? She knows they're dating so maybe they had a fight? Or, what if they were planning on kicking her out of the Heathers? Or, maybe she's just seeing things that aren't there

Or, maybe, as a small voice in her heads tells her, maybe they have a crush on her?

It would line up, both of them have been blushing a lot and only around her and usually whenever she says something, and Chandler has been unable to keep up the stone-cold facade she usually wears while they're at school, and being around her crush would probably do that to her

She immediately rushes to the bathroom before vomiting up what little she was able to eat during the lunch period

ThEy HaVe A cRuSh oN hEr yeah right, why would anyone want to date her?

All she is, is an ugly, fat, worthless, disgusting person, and any delusions that she's worthy of love is just wishful thinking

The next week is one of the worst of her entire life, and that's saying something

She does her best to avoid the other Heathers, spending much of her time in the back corner of the library, just trying to block out all of the voices in her head

The other two notice and try to look for her, but she just avoids them, not wanting to confront the reality that they don't like her and only keep her around for her connections

She cries herself to sleep each night, not getting a wink of rest

It gets even worse when on Friday Chandler "invites" her to a sleepover

Invites in quotations because there is no choice, she has to go, it is not an option

She prepares herself for what could possibly be the worst day of her life, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door to Mac's mansion

It looks like a normal sleepover, and starts like one too

They watch some youtube, gossip, the usual

She notices both Chandler and Mac are a little fidgety, obviously waiting for something

She knows what it is, they're gonna tell her that she's out of the Heathers, they only set this up to give her the news easily, she's such a stupid, worthless pig who can't even-

Mac leans over before giving her a deep kiss

Duke, on autopilot, immediately starts kissing back, before her brain wakes up and realizes that SHE IS KISSING HEATHER MCNAMARA HOLY SHIT and quickly kicks away from her to the opposite side of the couch, on the verge of a panic attack

She vaguely hears Chandler say 'goddamnit Mac you weren't supposed to just kiss her like that' before they both slowly make their way over to where Duke lays

She shrinks into the couch, trying to bury her head in a pillow before they try and convince her to just talk to them

She adamantly refuses, preferring to just melt into the couch

The other two decide to just fuck up before pulling her up and forcing her to look at them

Duke immediately bursts into tears, apologizing profusely and saying that she understands if they hate her and that she'll leave and-

This time Chandler is the one to give her a big ol smooch, shutting her right up

Now Duke is super confused, to which they say they owe her an explanation

They tell her the story of what happened at the party, ending with their discussion of their feelings and decision to try and ask her out

Chandler explained that they were going to wait to bring it up more naturally, but someone got tired of waiting and just had to make a move

Duke is stunned

She cannot believe that they actually like her and want to do a three-way relationship with her, it just refuses to register in her mind

The voices in her head are screaming at each other, one saying that this is exactly what she wanted, the others screaming that she would disgust them by showing them the real her, or that this was all a trick

Duke is tired of it all and says fuck it before pulling them both into a tight hug and giving them a kiss, giving her answer

Things become fucking amazing

She finally knows what it feels like to be loved, and its an intoxicating feeling

She wants to be around them constantly, wanting their touch, their love, them

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At the start Chandler and Mac are happy to indulge their gfs desires

They can see that she hasn't had the best life, and this is her first relationship and she's just getting used to the feeling

And, its just Duke being a bit affectionate and clingy, it's not a problem

But after a while it becomes a problem

Duke gets extremely upset whenever they can't spend time together, to the point of panic attacks and crying fits

Whenever they aren't together, their phones are blowing up with calls and texts from Duke

When they have to leave, Duke literally grabs them, begging for them to stay and to not leave her

And whenever they aren't there, her bulimia gets 10x worse and she can't help but throw her guts up

This alarms all of them

Chandler and Mac because their gf literally can't be apart from them without having a breakdown, and Duke because of how dependent on them she's become in such a short amount of time and how volatile her emotions have become

Its like a floodgate just opened and all of the repressed emotions flowed out and they'res no way to stop them

Eventually the three of them sit down, and Chandler and Duke explain that while they love her, she needs some help if their relationship is going to continue

Duke acquiesces, saying that she knows, but she cannot control it

Its like her body is on autopilot

Mac explains that she probably needs to talk to a professional, to which Duke counters that her parents would never let her, they don't believe that mental health is a thing

Mac then says that she already thought of that, and that her therapist Dr. Fleming (Duke has a look of horror at those words, before Mac quickly explains that she's Ms. Fleming's sister and is much more chill) scheduled two more appointments per week for her, but due to some schedule conflicts she will be unable to make those, and only if there was another patient named Heather who could go in during those times

Duke is stunned and a little unsure, but with some encouragement she eventually agrees

The day of the first meeting arrives and Duke is on the verge of tears due to nervousness, but her gfs are there to support her, and she goes in

She enters the office and sees a woman who looks remarkably like Ms. Fleming, to the point that she could easily mistake her for her, before making her way to the chair

Ultimately the meeting goes better than Duke could have ever hoped

Dr. Fleming is really nice and caring, but most importantly understanding and trustworthly

She lets Duke vent about all the fucked up shit she's dealt with over her entire life, not interrupting or anything, just letting her talk

When she finishes Dr. Fleming guides her to some conclusions about her behavior and mindset and how it all draws back to her parents, telling her that as a young child she most likely took all of her parents harsh attacks against her as truth and internalized it, establishing as truth in her mind that she is all of these things that her parents told her she was

Her bulimia, self-depreciating thoughts and all of her issues stemmed from a self-image formed from the perceptions of people who did not want the best for her and who did not love her, and over the course of their sessions she would have to unlearn what her parents taught her before re-forming her self image with the real truth

As for her newly acquired clinginess, it comes from her anxiety that they will leave her, and she just has to remind herself that they won't, they've always come back before

She ends by telling Duke that this will all get easier over time, and to not beat herself up if she makes a mistake or takes a few steps back

Therapy and healing is not a process one can streamline or a set path, its a journey that one has to go on

She also prescribes Duke some ADHD and Dyslexia meds (idk if Dyslexia meds are a thing, if they aren't insert whatever people use to deal with dyslexia)

Over the next few months Duke's mental state improves dramatically

Thought much hard work, tears, and encouragement from her gfs, her need to purge subsides for the most part

There are still days where she feels the need to, but they are getting fewer and fewer, as are the days where she actually goes through with it

Every time her gfs aren't disappointed with her, they don't yell at her or demean her, they remind her that she's beautiful and and that they love her

Speaking of her gfs, her need to be around them also subsides, having gone through many exercises where she worked on controlling her emotions while they weren't around, eventually making it so she could be away from them for significant periods of time

In addition, her new meds allowed her to start reading without the words flying off the page or her concentration slipping, and something that she once detested became a favorite pastime of hers

She continued the bi-weekly meetings with Dr. Fleming, and she really helped her out

Duke entered her senior year of high school a changed woman, no longer having a cloud of darkness following her everywhere she went

Sure, Westerberg was a shithole, but she had her gfs and that's all that mattered

Unfortunately the need to purge overwhelmed her that day and she was unable to control it, so they headed into the bathroom while she vomited

While she calmed down she heard Ms. Fleming enter and start berating them, before standing up and seeing a girl in a rather strange outfit hand her a note

Veronica Sawyer

No TWs because surprise surprise Veronica's childhood didn't suck major ass

This one is also gonna be a whole lot shorter bc not much happens until she joins the Heathers, when they called her a nobody it was the truth

Veronica was born on January 16th, 200X

Her family was your average, suburban middle-class family

Her dad worked in a office in a nearby city for a company that Veronica could never remember the name of

Her mom was a stay at home mom and stayed with her until it was time for her to start school

Side note whenever I imagine her parents I think of them as Marty's parents from Back to the Future before he changes the past

The Sawyers were relatively well off, they had a decent sized house, two cars, and could afford to go on vacation every year

They were also a loving family, both parents doting on Veronica

She was a very intelligent child, picking up on things very quickly

She had a first-grade reading level before even going into preschool and could write simple sentences at the same time

She also had a strong moral fiber, demonstrated when during a playdate organized by some members of the neighborhood, some kids were picking on a girl, and Veronica told them off

The other kid's parents went cry to their parents and started a huge fuss, but Veronica's parents stood their ground and told them that their child was bullying another and Veronica only made them stop, and that they're just mad that their child got caught and are facing the repercussions of their actions and actually have to parent

You can see where Veronica got it from

The other parents huffed and left and Veronica quickly made friends with the girl she saved, who she learned was named Betty and actually lived next door to her

They continued to play together, even carpooling when they started daycare

They were thankfully seated at a table together along with a girl named Martha who they attempted to befriend, but she rebuffed their efforts, instead choosing to play with an asian girl dressed in red

They shrugged it off and went on with their lives

Things stayed the same for the next few years

Veronica and Betty would hang out, go to school, play, usual kid things

While in elementary school, Veronica was placed into the gifted program, being taken out of class to work on things that were closer to her intellectual ability

But things changed when they went to middle school

They got bigger, that was the trigger, like the Huns invading Rome

Her and Betty quickly found themselves at the bottom of the hierarchy, much to her confusion

She was friendly and kind to everyone, she didn't cause trouble or do anything to make anyone hate her, so why all of a sudden did everyone?

She realized that they were stuck at their position, and the best thing to do would be to lie low

She had tried to stand up for herself, but it also became clear that teachers favored the more popular students and would defend them, much to her chagrin

She was enraged at the unfairness of it all, and upon talking to her parents about it she understood that there wasn't much she could do

Sometimes life was just like that, and the sooner she understood that the easier her life would be

They both also told her that they weren't exactly the most popular people in school either, but that once high school ended things became a lot better

They never had to see those people again, and people grew up and out of it

Plus, karma came for them eventually

They both gave examples of how their bullies died from overdoses, drunk driving accidents, or were in prison for heinous crimes

They told her that she was a good person, and to keep doing what she was doing, because she was doing alright

Her perceptions solidified, she returned to the monotony of school

Her and Betty tired to stay out of the way, but it seemed like they just sought them out to harass them

With much reluctance they just took it, knowing that even if they told an authority figure nothing would be done anyway, not to the precious football players and cheerleaders who would get kicked off their teams if they got a disciplinary report against them

Every day Veronica took a deep breath and reminded herself that they would get what they deserved one day

She also began to keep a diary at the suggestion of her parents, transcribing her day and helping her work through her feelings on all of the bullshit she dealt with

Around this time her parents got her a tabby cat for her birthday, which she named JFK after a president she really admired

JFK was a lazy ass cat that just sat around all day, but he was very beloved by all members of the Sawyer household

This stayed true until 8th grade, when while in line for lunch she heard shouting from across the cafeteria

She saw Martha Dunnstock yelling at Heather Duke, shouting things that she couldn't make out

Eventually she ceased her rants and stormed out the cafeteria

Veronica made a split second decision to follow her into the hall, where she saw her slump against the wall and curl into a ball

She tried to talk to her but Martha couldn't hear her over her sobs, so Veronica just sat by her, patting her back and offering soothing words while she calmed down

Eventually Betty joined them, and once Martha stopped crying they introduced themselves before asking what happened out there

She explained that her only friend was ignoring her and she tried to confront her about it, but she would say anything and it just made her so fucking pissed

Veronica then invited her to sit with them and the rest is history

This also awakened in Veronica a need to fix problems for other people, as it was something she felt like she could do to help out

While they did find themselves significantly more bullied than they were before, she was okay with it, because she helped out someone who desperately needed it

They entered high school and things became even worse, but she just stood tall and took it

A new group flew to the top, called the Heathers, including Heather Duke, and because of this they seemed to have it out for Martha, and by extension her and Betty

She could expect on a given day to have rumors spread about them, things smacked out of their hands, notebooks thrown across the gym, and everything else the demented minds of the popular students of Westerberg high could come up with

She put up with this for three years, every week, every period just constant bullshit

She wanted so hard to retaliate, hit back, call them names and throw their things

But she couldn't, not only because she would get punished for it, but also because she knew she was above that

She refused to stoop down to their levels

And yet, she longed to be the one looking down upon the peasants of Westerberg, forcing her will onto the student population

She knew it wasn't right, but the idea of being able to finally be free of everything was an amazing thought

Going into senior year she decided that she was done just sitting around and taking it, she was gonna fight back

Lunch came around and Ram Sweeney was being his usual dick self, and after he smacked her tray she got in a good line about him spending the rest of his life as a gas station attendant

Unfortunately it backfired and she was forced to flee into a bathroom

On top of that, she accidentally wandered into the Heather's bathroom, realizing this once she heard their voices reverberate off the tiled walls

She stayed quiet and thankfully they didn't notice her

She heard the sounds of what she assumed was Heather Duke vomiting, before hearing Ms. Fleming come in

Fleming was out to get the Heathers, she let everyone know it, and while Veronica agreed with the sentiment she wishes she wouldn't be so open about her hatred of some teenage girls, it just made her sound pathetic and weird

**Text break bc word count limit**

She heard Fleming start her spiel, and knowing the Heathers were about to get in trouble she started to grin, before it quickly faded, knowing that they would find some way to get out of it

Then an idea struck, one that would alter the course of her life forever

She had picked up forging handwriting as a skill while bored in class

She would try and replicate her teacher's handwriting as accurately as possible while they droned on, and eventually she was able to apply the skills she got from that to anyone's handwriting

She quickly scribbled down a note in the yearbook director's handwriting, before taking a deep breath and stepping out, telling Fleming that they were all out on a hall pass, yearbook....

(yeah ik this one kinda sucked, but Veronica was a nobody who just so happened to be placed in a situation that she could take advantage of, and before that she lived a normal life and didn't do much to change it)

From here I'm gonna tell the story of Senior Year to get to the status quo that the rest of my stories/headcannons are based off of. It'll shift POVs depending on whose perspective can add the most to the story

It's so long, in fact, that I decided to break it into two parts to make it easier to read and giving you the ability to take a break in the middle of the story

[jxmis]

Wish You Were Sober

Pairings: Rosé Park x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Roseanne Park have been best-friends for years now. Having finished wrapping up your show before blackpink's last performance at Coachella, you decide to show your support and fly out to LA and watch them. But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Not after the events that had happened after the afterparty. Everything has changed. (sorry i suck at doing summaries)

Warning(s): angst

A/N: a lil inspiration by Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray. Soooo I'm having major pcd after seeing BP last saturday soo decided to write for my bias wrecker. I literally just thought and wrote of this a few hours ago. Same with the picture T_T. I also have been writing jennie, lisa, and chaewon fics. Posting whichever I get done first after this one! Enjoy! :)

Rosanne Park isn't usually one to party hard. She isn’t the usual person to get wasted either. It's rare for that to happen.

But as they wrapped up their final night headlining Coachella, a party was thrown for their successful two shows. Being the first k-pop act and girl group to headline, making history! Of course, she had to live it up.

However, one shot became two, three, and even taking a couple sips of margarita. Those who are close to Rosé know that she doesn't have a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. She's a lightweight.

You being a lot more responsible and smart, only took a few sips of your alcoholic beverage. You handle your liquor pretty well.

You see Rosé's manager trying to talk some sense into her but it seems as Rosé is being stubborn. You sigh, you approach them. Jane looks at you with a pleading look, you nod and gesture for her to go. She silently thanks you, softly patting Rosé's cheek before leaving.

"C'mon, Chae, you've had too much to drink." You carefully and softly put hand behind her back. Rosé shakes her head in protest.

"Y/N/NNN!!! Nooooo 'm havin sooo much funn!" She slurs. She leans against your shoulder, resting her head on it. She looks at you a smile bright on her face, bringing the glass close to you. "Have some! It's sooo good!" You take the beverage away from her hand causing her to pout.

"We're leaving, Chae. You've had your fun. Time for you to rest." Despite her protest, you drag her out of the party. She eventually quits whining and resisting. She sulks instead. "You'll thank me in the morning for this." You offer her support which she gladly takes as she's walking. She's so drunk to the point that she can't even walk straight.

You thankfully arrive back to Rosé's place safely. You did your very best to cover up Chae from the horde of paparazzies as you leave the party. Your bodyguard and Rosé's, as well as her manager using flashlights to ruin their photos.

--------

You look after Rosé. Even when the aftereffects of drinking so much alcohol led her to throw up. You help sooth her by holding her hair and caressing her back. Letting her know you're there and not going anywhere. As soon as you saw her hand on her stomach and a grimace on her face, you knew. You’re quite thankful you were able to get her to her room and rush her into the bathroom.

"It's okay, Chae. I've got you," you say softly. A minute goes by after Rosé seem to have let it all out. You clean up her face and begin her night time routine. You've slept over a good amount of times to have memorized it all. You help her brush her teeth and awkwardly had to help her change into pajamas. It wasn't easy doing that second part with your eyes close. But to your surprise, she was very compliant.

You are so focus on helping her, making sure she's okay that you didn't notice how quiet she's been. "Hey.. you okay?" You say as she settles on her bed. That's when it hit Rosé. Tears starts to pour down her eyes. You panic. You forgot how emotional she gets after everything when she gets drunk. It's been awhile since you've done this. You quickly sit next to her. "What wrong? Don't cry, Chae. It's okay! You're safe."

She sits up and clings onto you. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing her back. First, she repeatedly apologizes. "Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of me, Y/N/N." She says in a hush tone still clinging tightly onto you.

Even though she can't see you, you smile. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. You were just having fun and you deserve to have fun. You know I'll always be here when you're in need." You pull away, bringing your hands on her cheeks, wiping her tears away. "Even if it's having to watch you throw up and clean you up after." You both laugh at that. You smile triumphally at your success on making her laugh.

You move a strand of hair out of her face. Wiping the tears that still remain on her cheeks. Meanwhile, Rosé's eyes remain on you. You notice. The mood suddenly changes in the room. The way Rosé is looking at you... it's different than usual. Maybe you've seen it once in a while whenever you two hung out before. But you always thought you were being delusional. A look that holds so much feelings, unspoken ones.

You see her mouth move but nothing comes out. She closes it and suddenly you see her eyes move to your lips. It catches you off guard. Trying to take it all in, you then feel her lips touching yours. It takes you a minute to process everything. Coming to your senses, you quickly pull away. Rosé opens her eyes. She can see the shock and confusion on your face.

"Chae... what are you.. what are you doing?"

She swallows the lump on her throat. What is she doing? It felt right though. "I- I don't- I don't know." Rosé manages to stutter out, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I just- I thought- Oh god, I'm so sorry." She covers her mouth, surprise with her actions as well.

You get up from her bed and run your hands through your hair. A million thoughts going through your head. Rosé watches you just standing there, stressed out. Now, she's really full on crying. What had she done? She ruined everything. You let out a deep sigh, "Its okay.. it's okay, you're drunk. Under the influence. It was the alcohol in you. Just- Just get some rest, Chae." You hesitantly approach her and kiss her head. "Good night."

"I like you!" Rosé calls out as you're heading towards the door. You freeze. "I like you so much, Y/N. For so long now. The alcohol coursing through my veins just gave me the courage to finally do something about it. So, please stay." She begs.

Silence fills the room after Rosé's confession. There's no way all this time, Roseanne Park, your best-friend has had a crush on you. You sure would've notice if she did... right? She'd never showed any signs that she had romantic feelings for you. You know her like the back of your hand! This is all because she's under the influence. That's all. She's just saying crazy things.

Without looking back, You bow your head down. "That's real sweet, but I wish you were sober," you whisper out. With that, you leave the sobbing blonde's room, silently hoping she heard you. Maybe even remember all of this in the morning. You doubt it.

"But I really do," Rosé says softly, the tone of her voice so sincere... fragile.

[dira333]

A moth to the flame - Ibiki x Aburame! Reader part 5 (Finale)

masterlist - part 4

…After the Chunin Exams and the events that followed…

Ryo rests on her father’s chest, lifting her head ever so often to peer up at the familiar features. 

“Baba!” She’s making grabby hands, not the least bit disappointed that he’s asleep, bandages covering his head and parts of his face. “Ba!”

You’re resting in the chair next to his bed, his uninjured left hand pressed against your stomach as you’re holding it. You want him to feel the baby kick, something he could never get enough off in your first pregnancy.

“How are we doing?” You turn, not at all surprised to see his mother in the doorstep. She’s aged a lot over the last weeks. The disappointment of Idate failing so spectacularly followed by the horror of him defecting the village and the loss of everything she’d held dear. Idate is gone, unable to ever step foot into Konoha again. And his actions, though probably those of a child, had almost cost his brothers life.

“The surgery was a success,” you explain what the doctors have told you. “His right arm’s badly burnt, but he’ll regain full function. His leg will take a bit more time to heal fully, and-”

“What about his head?” Your mother in law takes a few steps, leans down to kiss Ryo’s short crop of silver hair before resting one hand on the bandages covering Ibiki’s head. 

“He’ll be bald,” you say, unable to think about what he had to endure. 

“What a shame,” she sighs. “He’d been such a pretty boy.”

“He still is,” you point out, unwilling to let anyone think different. Ibiki’s still asleep but you can’t help but lift his hand and press a kiss to the back of it, murmuring a “You still are,” into it.

-

Eventually though, you have to leave. Ryo needs to be fed and although the nurses would probably not notice you taking a nap next to your husband’s bed, your daughter is a fussy little girl.

Tomorrow, you’ll bring her back. Tomorrow, he might be awake again, able to smile at Ryo’s antics.

Though you should have learned by now not to trust the promises of the night.

-x-

The morning’s almost fully gone by the time he blinks awake, his mouth dry, his head filled with cotton.

“Ah, you’re awake.” A nurse pats his arm. “Do you want us to call anyone?”

“My wife.”

“Your wife?” She looks surprised. “I didn’t know you were married- I’m sorry, I will check.”

He sighs. It wouldn’t be the first time they conveniently forgot to put the correct information down.

His mother is the first one he meets that day, her face full of surprise when she steps into his room and sees him looking back.

“Oh, you’re awake? I didn’t know!”

“I did ask them to notify my family, but they forget everything as soon as they leave the room, it seems.”

“Where’s Ryo?” She asks, a little concerned. “I was fully convinced to find your whole family here again, there hasn’t been a day yet where I’ve found you alone.”

“And there will not be another,” he points out. “I’m going to discharge myself with your help.”

“Is that smart?”

“I don’t care. Help me up, will you?”

-

The Aburame compound feels unusually deserted when they enter. If he’d been able to walk, he’d raced over to his doorstep, but now he’s bound to a wheelchair, and the help of his mother pushing him forward.

“Ibiki-san!” Shino finds him halfway up the hill to his house. “You are home.”

“Yes!” He grits through his teeth, the pain he’s still in making it hard to stay patient. “Where is everyone? My wife, Ryo?”

“Aunty has given birth in the morning,” Shino tells him as calmly as only a kid can, falling into step beside his wheelchair. “Father asked me to help because there have been complications.”

Fear gripes for his heart with hands of steel. “Complications?”

Shino nods. “The Ritual has just ended. Do you want to see the child?”

“Do I want- Shino!” He’s trying to stay calm, he really is. “Take me to them as fast as you can.”

“Okay.” And with the casualness of a child, he strides out, leading them to… Ibiki’s own home.

“Ibiki!” Shibi meets him at the front door. “I’ve sent for you! Glad you could return earlier.”

“You’ve sent for me?!” Ibiki’s voice comes out ragged and uneven, the pain only partly to blame for that. “I have been sitting in my hospital room by myself all day.”

“Hey now,” his mother chides him from behind. “Clearly there has been a miscommunication. Are mother and child well?”

“Yes. Why? We have taken utmost care.”

The sound of a child crying cuts through Shibi’s speech.

“Ryo,” he explains. “Shino, get your cousin.”

Ibiki feels the loss of his strength even more, now that he has to wait for Shino to bring him his child. Ryo settles into his hold easily, her small hands holding onto him just as her moths are holding onto his Chakra.

“Now,” Ibiki sinks back into his wheelchair. “Where’s my wife?”

-x-

You know Ibiki’s home before you’ve fully opened your eyes. 

The night, the morning, the day, it has taken a toll on you. Everything hurts.

But there’s breathing, in and out, in and out, and just the sound alone tells you that it’s Ibiki, his presence warm and safe next to you.

Your head sinks against his shoulder. 

“Morning sleepyhead,” he grumbles.

“When did you come home?” You ask. 

“Right after dinner,” he jokes softly. “Got to burp Ryo right after I came in.”

You sigh. “I wanted you to be present.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Did you see-” You move, but his hand stills you, keeps you in place. 

“Rest,” he asks and you’re too tired to fight that. “Mother is going to stay with us for a bit. Until we’re both able to move freely again.”

You chuckle at that. “And here I thought we agreed on doing things carefully.”

“No such thing as that when you’re in love.”

- Years later -

“Ryo, Miki, Usagi, Kiku, Arisu,” Guy counts on his fingers as he names the girls. “Did I miss one?”

“No!” Miki exclaims, already going straight for his left leg to hug him. “You got us all right, Uncle Guy!”

Ibiki sighs. “Don’t praise him too much. It’s not that big of a skill to remember all your names!”

“Yes,” Ryo adds coolly, her sullen demeanor not unlike her cousin Shino. “Next you’re going to be happy someone notices you.”

“Shush,” you touch her shoulder lightly, something akin to a gentle slap over the head for your eldest daughter. “Don’t be rude.”

“Can we go now?” Arisu begs. She’s the youngest, and probably the most stubborn. “I want to get going.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry you?” You ask once again with a glance toward Ibiki. His arms are full with the twins, the two of them conversing in a language neither of you speaks.

“No!” Arisu huffs. “I’m already old enough to walk by myself.”

“Fine,” you sigh, ushering her toward the front. “Then let’s get going. We don’t want to miss a thing.”

“Do you think Shino will become Jonin today, Uncle Guy?” Miki asks, clinging to her favorite Shinobi. No one really knows how it happened, but Ibiki likes to claim her birth and the fact that he wasn’t present to instill good taste in her.

“I think he will try his best. Wether or not that’s enough for him to become Jonin today, I cannot say.”

“But-”

The rest of Miki’s speech gets lost when Ibiki falls into step with you, leaning over to kiss you. It’s a little awkward, Usagi giggling into your ear as he does so, but, just like your children, you’ve developed your own secret language.

“Love you too,” you murmur against his lips. 

Though some things still need to be said out loud.

“Mom!” Miki yells from the front. “Arisu’s tired. Can you carry her?”

“Am not!”

“Oh, Guy, what a nice sight! Who do all these children belong to?... Ibiki? You’re a father?”

And some things never change.

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[vinsmokewife]

an agreement

day 14 of a very zosan centric kinktober - sugar daddy

Zoro is a world class swordman who accumlated a lot of wealth from competitions, sponserships and media appearences. Zoro and Sanji, a waiter with not a lot of money, have an agreement. If Zoro buys him suits, Sanji has to go out for dinner with him...among other things.

Being a worlds class swordsman was something that Zoro didn’t exact to happen. Although he had wanted to be the best, the infamy that came with it was something that he had never been all that fussed about. The competitions, the sponsorships and guest appearance on various shows, events and podcasts was not something that Zoro had all that interest in. Fame and success came secondary to the skills he had developed as a swordsman. 

However, he had become quite wealthy due to a lot of these things. The nautural thing had been to keep up with the best swords and training equipment but he still earned enough to be quite comfortable. He was single as he had no time for dating and had no children to speak of, but he did have something although it was a little...not what others would have expected. 

He didn’t spend his money on much. He had a fairly humble home (the only thing that said he was wealthy was the world class gym that he had bought himself) but other than that, Zoro didn’t believe in lavish spendings on big houses, cars, designer clothes or even buying a good aftershave (as many women on the internet spaces have meme’d about him being a 3 in one body care man) 

No. He didn’t spend his money on things. He did however spend his money on someone. 

It wasn’t actually all that interesting how he had met Sanji. Sanji didn’t travel in the same circles that he did. Sanji was in cooking school. He was a waiter in a restaurant; one that Zoro had been to many times. It was a high end restaurant; the Baratie and Zoro had no idea that Sanji was practically the son of the owner. 

It was hard to know how it happened. But the important part was perhaps after a few dozen visits to the restaurant, Zoro had sort of backed Sanji in a corner into going on a date with him. At first, Sanji was adamantly refusing that he doesn’t like men. It didn’t matter that every time Zoro was there, he would be seen by Sanji and that Sanji made extra sure his meal was nicer than the others. Things would randomly appear on the house and then sometimes he’d catch Sanji staring across the restaurant. So no, Sanji totally hated men.  

Zoro had too much money. He didn’t have anything to spend it on, so he just spent it on Sanji. That’s how this arrangement began. That’s how Zoro became a Sugar Daddy. Suddenly, Sanji forgot that he didn’t like men and appeared more open to the process. Not when he was receiving Valentino suits. How could he say no? Zoro would buy him things, send him money and Sanji went on dates with him and did... other things. 

“Good boy...” 

Zoro was leaning back in the chair as he felt that warm wet mouth engulfs his cock. When the blonde’s head dipped down, Zoro felt like he could have lost his mind right there. He moved his hand from his muscled thighs onto that blonde hair and held Sanji down for a few seconds. He liked watching Sanji trying to take his size as his throat would tighten around his cock. He let go and Sanji pulled back a little, gasping for hair. He didn’t take him out yet.  

Sanji worked hard for his suits. He bobbed his head on Zoro’s cock trying to take as much of him as he could without choking himself out. Which was hard because Zoro was just so big. He was just so thick and so long too. It was impossible not to have some sort of difficulty fitting him in his mouth. 

“That’s it...” 

Zoro breathed heavily the closer he felt to cumming. Watching the pretty blonde taking his cock into his mouth and struggle to fit him in was doing things to him. He did want to spill inside of Sanji’s mouth but...there was something else he was keener on doing... 

“Wait...” 

Sanji looked up for a second before removing his mouth from Zoro’s cock, “What?” 

Zoro sat up a little. He watched the way drool ran down Sanji’s lip thinking it was the hottest thing in the world before tilting his head to the side. 

“Are you...wearing what I asked you to?” 

Sanji’s breath hitched for a second. It wasn’t the only expensive thing Zoro bought for Sanji, but this was more...private, “Of course I am... what kind of question is that?! You made me wear it all dinner” Sanji looked rather flustered, face going red. 

“Well...” Zoro sat up a bit more. Hand reaching for his cock and stroking it lazily, “Show me. Strip for me slowly. I want to see it. I picked it out especially for you,” 

Zoro’s voice was low and demanding which Sanji normally found to be quite grating at times, but he didn’t hate it right now. Getting up and he slowly began to strip off his clothing one by one. What was underneath was what interested Zoro the most. Underneath was a deep red lingerie set. Lacy red on top of pale skin and it was complete with the suspenders. They had just been on a date and Zoro thrilled with the knowledge that Sanji was wearing lingerie just for him. Especially since he knows how embarrassing he finds the whole thing but knows that deep down he loves it.  

But Zoro’s face is unreadable as he bares holes through Sanji who’s standing there beginning to feel insecure but at last, he speaks, “What about the...other thing?” 

Sanji’s face goes a deeper shade of red, “I-I Of course!” 

At least that got a grin out of Zoro who tilted his head to the side, “Turn around and bend over for me. I want to see,” 

It took him a few seconds, but Sanji did eventually turned around and bend over. What Zoro was met with brought delight to his eyes and cock. What he was met with was a red jewelled butt plug. Another thing that Sanji had been wearing at their dinner date. 

“Good boy,” Zoro said after what felt like hours for Sanji who didn’t want to admit that this little inspection was turning him on despite how hard his cock was, “Come here. On my lap,” 

“...Yes Daddy,” 

Sanji went over and found himself on Zoro’s lap, but Zoro wasted no time getting what he wanted. He grabbed Sanji so his legs were at either side of him. He grabbed his ass harshly and pulled the panties to the side. He almost ripped them off of Sanji, but he merely pulled them to the side. His fingers worked to pull the plug out, slowly which brought a gasp out of Sanji. Once that was out of the way, he grabbed his cock and slowly eased Sanji onto it who winced as his hole was stretched tightly around his size. 

“That’s it...take it, slut,” 

Zoro groaned rather harshly but he knew that Sanji loved it, especially with the way he clenched around him. He eased himself it which was made so much easier by Sanji wearing the plug for so long. Once Sanji was at the hilt, he gave a firm slap to the blonde’s behind. 

“You know what to do. Work for your money,” 

In normal conversation, Zoro never brought up that he basically paid Sanji for any of this. Things were casual and he never alluded some sort of power of authority but behind closed doors, it was different because being humiliated with something that Sanji was into...which he guessed by the moan he got when Sanji began to finally move his hips and ride his cock. 

“That’s right...my pretty little porn star,” He slapped Sanji’s ass once more who just whined and continued to work his hips because it cannot be understated how much Sanji works for those suits. Zoro’s hands explored his chest nipping at his nipples. His face dipping into his neck, biting and kissing at the skin underneath wanting to make him as his own. Sanji is his during these times anyway. He leaned back and watched Sanji’s face twist and contort as he bounced on Zoro’s cock. Zoro could have laughed; for someone adamant that he isn’t into men, he sure enjoys having a cock in his ass. 

“Good boy...”  

Zoro could feel himself becoming closer and closer. His hands grabbed at Sanji’s waist and began to help him more. He grabbed him so tight that he probably was going to leave some marks, but he couldn’t care about that. If the blonde was bruised and marked, then even better for him as he can prove that the blonde is his and no one else’s. He wanted him all to himself. He wanted to be the only one who seen him like this. 

“You going to be a good boy and come for me...” Zoro thrust his hips up which got a strangled reaction from Sanji who could hardly hold it together. In a bid to force Sanji to cum, he thrust his hips up some more in order to keep hitting that spot that make him go wild which got the result he wanted. Sanji clenched hard around him and came in those panties which Zoro thought was the hottest thing in the world. So hot that Zoro grabbed Sanji’s waist and made Sanji got down to the hilt before he came in him, thick white fluid coating his walls. Both men were panting and groaning. 

Zoro wrapped his arms around Sanji as they panted together. His hand idly rubbed the blonde’s back and kissed his hair. He had been very good to him. Sanji went to move, and Zoro stopped him, holding him close. 

“Not to fast,” Zoro whispered in his ear, “I still want to have to on your hands and knees over the couch. I can’t let you go without working for your suits...” Sanji couldn’t possibly complain about that.

[fizzing-imagines]

After Starcourt | Billy Hargrove x GN! Military! Reader

Notes: I'm back on my Billy x Military! Reader bullshit. But I'm a whore for angst so here y'all go. Please note reader is stationed in California in this one bc all branches have at least one base there (Also, Billy and Cali? Fuck yeah.). I actually got more Billy, and some Steve, in the works now! So stay tuned :)

Warnings: Description of injury, descriptions and mention of death and near-death, mention of having kids

Word count: 1.6k

You didn't know what you did, honestly. The last few hours were a blur to you, and while you didn't remember anything you saw, you do remember what happened while looking down at your hands; the blood crusted under your nails, the slight red hue on your nails, the blood that dried on the sleeves of your uniform. Your boyfriends blood. Billy's blood.

It was a complete accident on how you ended up there. You are off-duty, actually recovering from an injury you sustained in the field that was almost fatal, and just wanted to spend a few months with your boyfriend and family in Hawkins after such an event. Everything was fine at first, you arrived in April and were happy to be back earlier than expected but after a few months Billy started acting weird. You two wanted to spend the night at a motel, for obvious reasons, but he didn't show up. The next day, when you confronted him at work, he yelled at you to stay away from him. You saw it as a breakup at first, then you eventually were pulled in into all of this by Dustin and everything made sense. He dragged you along to save Steve and Robin from the russian underground base, despite you voicing your recovery from being shot in the hip. Still, you put on your uniform, grabbed your M16 and went to save the two.

You forgot what happened in between. It didn't matter to you anymore anyways. Next thing you remember was trying to save Billy's life, sporadically sealing the hole in his chest, compressing the wounds on his torso and screaming at him to stay awake. He was driven to the ER, the police took your statements (you dreaded the call from your sergeant) and now you were waiting in the waiting room for any news on your boyfriends surgery.

"Is your hip okay?", Robin asked you. She was kind enough to wait with you for the last three hours and keep your mind from at least not going to the worst possible outcome.

"It's fine, the wound didn't open I think.", you said while bouncing your leg up and down. A door opened, you snapped your head around to see if it was one of Billy's doctors but to no avail. "He'll be fine. You treated his injury well enough." Robin tried to reassure you, she really did her best, but she herself knew she was too socially awkward to comfort a stranger. "I could never forgive myself if I didn't.", you mumbled while picking the skin on your fingernails. Robin didn't reply; you couldn't blame her.

"Mrs. (Y/L/N)?" You shot up from your seat when you heard your last name being called. One of the doctors who treated Billy since he arrived stood next to you and Robin. "Is he alive?" was the first thing you said to her.

"Your first aid was vital for his survival, he would've died at the scene if it wasn't for you." Your eyes filled with tears as you heard her words. He survived. "The surgery was successful. We had to close a hole in his lung, and his heart was missed by a millimeter. Unfortunately, he'll need a follow-up surgery to reconstruct his spine. But he's alive, although he is sleeping right now." Tears left your eyes and if it wasn't for Robin holding you, you sure would've collapsed on the floor. "Thank you, so much.", you choked out to the doctor. She smiled, then said: "You can see him in a few hours. It's best if you go home and sleep a bit." You nodded and left the hospital with Robin.

You didn't get much sleep. At least you got to take a shower, put on clean clothes and get the dreaded call (that wasn't too bad) from your sergeant. When you tried to lay down, the most sleep you got was an one hour nap. You were just too nervous to see Billy again. Thinking about Billy needing to have his spine reconstructed, you looked over your documents of the hip surgery you had to get the bullet out and pubic bone repaired. It frustrated you that you weren't able to get him under your healthcare insurance provided by your employer, at least not while the two of you weren't married. Spinal reconstruction costs more than a small fortune, especially with your surgeon. After another unsuccessful attempt at sleeping, you decided to drive back to the hospital. It was either waiting at your childhood home or waiting where Billy was, and you'd rather be near Billy than freak out your parents even more.

One car ride later and you were back at the hospital. It's been five hours since Billy got out of surgery, your hopes of him being awake by now were high. When you asked for Billy at the reception and were send to the floor he was stationed at you asked another staff member on his status. Once again, you ended waiting on a chair in the hallway with your leg bopping up and down and picking the skin on your nails.

"Mrs. (Y/L/N), you can see him now.", a nurse finally told you. You practically jumped from your seat and went into his hospital room. And there he was.

Billy looked like he hasn't slept for a week, with dark eye bags and a droopy look on his face. He layed on his bed and slowly turned his head towards the door when he heard it open. "Well shit, if that isn't my guardian angle." He still had his sense of Humor, and he still had his beautiful smile. "Really is." Your eyes filled with tears once again while you pulled a chair next to his bed. "Don't cry, baby. I'm still here.", Billy said while reaching for your hand with his shaky one. You took his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze. "I thought I had lost you.", you choked out before crying once more. Billy's thumb stroked the back of your hand slowly while mumbling "I'm not going anywhere. Told you, you're stuck with me." A choked laugh left your throat, which made him smile at you. His blue eyes were fixated on you, took in every detail of your face, scared that he'd forget if he didn't look at you long enough. "I didn't want to break up with you, you know?"

"Hm?" You raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I know it sounded like a breakup, but I didn't mean to. I didn't want to hurt you." He was still mumbling, but his tone was stern. Billy was more than serious with his words. "I know, Billy. Takes more than yelling to scare me off.", you replied with a smile. When your eyes wandered so his bandaged chest, you remembered your surgery research from before. "Uhm, Billy, I looked into who fixed my hip when I was shot. He could also reconstruct your spine, but it's expensive. And you're not in my healthcare program, not until we're married at least. But I can pay for it, at least most of the expenses." Those words made Billy think, now that you mentioned marriage. Up until a few hours ago he was convinced that he was either gonna kill you or die himself. He was convinced that he'd never see you again, and that hurt more than the hole in his chest did. Now he knew, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with you. "Why don't we get married?", he mumbled with a small smile. Your face went cold, then hot before you said "For my healthcare?". Billy let out a weak laugh, still stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "Yeah, I've been dating you just to get into your healthcare plan since I knew I was going to have my spine smashed by a giant monster." A small chuckle left your mouth at his words, followed by you placing a kiss on the back of his hand. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life without you. Could've left me at Starcourt if you're planning on breaking up with me."

"Billy, no, I'm staying with you forever." One of your fingers tucked a curl behind his ear. "I just want to make sure that you actually want to marry me."

"Near-death experiences tend to make you realise things. Remembering when you got shot?" How could you forget? Billy and your family visited you at the hospital, you being high on narcotics and slurring that you want to have a baby with him. Afterwards, you did tell him that that was one of your last thoughts before passing out on the field. Before that, you've heard soldiers last words, some crying that they didn't want to leave their wife alone. 'I promised her we'd have a baby' one said. 'I didn't even get to marry her' another cried out. Your high school friend, who went through bootcamp with you, died while holding your hand and mumbled 'I wish I told Steve I liked him' before passing. So yes, him basically asking for your hand in marriage made sense, just as much as it made sense for you to ask him to have a baby with you.

"Sweetheart?" Billy pulled you out of your thoughts and made you look at him. "Please, let's get married and move to California." You leaned over to your now-fiance and kissed him.

"Sure.", you whispered against his lips once you pulled away.

[mochideleche]

can’t keep away from fate | CH10

Pairing : Percy jackson x demigod!reader

summary : The daughter of destiny- literally, along with inevitability, compulsion and necessity. Being the child of a primordial goddess doesn’t really assure you a quiet, calm life but when you return to new york after five years of being shipped off to boarding school, your once mundane life says goodbye.

A/N Here’s my christmas gift to you all, lets all pretend this didn’t take me 3 years to do 

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This was it, Percy thought. They were really going into war. 

Never did he think he would be sending 40 troops to stand in positions around the border of Manhattan to defend it. Never did he want to think that those could be the last words he ever said to them.

He tried to rid the negative thoughts, focusing his mind on his battle plans and the success of them,

“if you think that’s going to happen then it’s going to happen”

He shook his head, not now Y/N.

He strained his thoughts back onto the present, right what’s left?

“You forgot the Lincoln Tunnel” Jake Mason spoke up and percy cursed inwardly.

Out of all times Clarisse chose to be selfish, this had to be one of them.

“We don’t mind taking it”

Percy turned around heart lightening at the voice, and standing there in all their glory was Thalia and the hunters of Artemis decked in white shirts a silver camouflage cargos. There were more of them now, since the last time he had seen them but despite that Thalia seemed to be the only one pleased to be there which was understandable since there were a lot of males present. 

A stampede of people rushed forward, greetings and hugs being passed around as Thalia moved forward towards the campers. 

At a moment like this, Percy couldn’t help but smile. It was a small positive to say the least but the feeling of reassurance and seeing an old friend again was a nice break from the constant feeling of impending doom. 

“Oh, did you get taller Jackson?” 

Percy’s heart stopped. 

It couldn’t be, could it? 

He snapped his head around to where he had heard the voice, genuinly convinced he had imagined it, and there standing in the middle of the on coming wave of the rest of the hunters was you.

You looked different, not in a bad way. But there was this new look about you, like you had seen so much more, you knew so much more- like you had been through a lot. 

You seemed thinner now as well, face more angled than before but still as pretty as ever in Percy’s eyes. 

“Y/N?” Percy question quietly, not believing it was real, months of dreams that felt too realistic made Percy think that this was just another one. 

A smile began to grow on your face but it started to break as the tears in your eyes began to fall.

You rushed forward. 

Percy reciprocated the act and within seconds the two of you collided, arms wrapping around each other. 

Your face implanted into Percy’s chest and Percy buried his face in your hair, holding on so tightly to you as if to never let you go ever again. He felt your arms wrapping around him, hands grabbing at his shirt and constantly trying to bring him closer. He felt his heart twinge. 

“Ive missed you so much” he whispered into your hair only to get a sniffle back in response. 

Percy felt like his world was crashing- but in a good way. Everything that had occupied his mind- things that gave him constant stress, intrusive thoughts that weighed him down with anxiety and the impact of dreadful events that took place only recently shattered in an instant, crumbling down only leaving a warm feeling of finally having you wrapped in his arms. Even if it was only momentarily before he had to rejoin his horrifying reality- Percy was in pure bliss. 

He pulled away slightly, arms still wrapped around you, and looked down at your face.

You were crying. 

“Hey it’s alright” Percy started but it only seemed to make you cry more and he panicked moving his hands to hold your face. 

You brought your head to look up at him- he’d bent down in order to see you better. 

“Don’t leave me again” you plead, “I don’t think I can take it anymore”

Percy’s heart swelled. 

He chuckled, “princess, you were the one who left me” giving you a small smile and using his thumb to wipe your tears away.

You let out frustrated cry, “you know what I mean” 

Percy chuckled once again pulling you into his chest, “I won’t leave, not ever” 

He felt you inhaling deeply against his chest, an effort to try a calm down your cries but Percy couldn’t help but smile.

You’re really here, in front of him.

Suddenly, Percy snapped back to reality, only now remembering that Kronos’ army were approaching the borders to Manhattan. 

You too seemed to come to this realisation as you pulled away and hastily wiped your eyes with the sleeves of your jacket. You look up and stiffened and Percy panicked.

Thinking that Kronos’ army was already behind them, he reached for his sword but turned around to only face the rest of camp half blood and the hunters of Artemis starring at the two of you with huge smiles on their faces. 

Percy hoped he wasn’t as red as he felt. 

“right uhh- good luck everyone” Percy awkwardly cheered and fortunately everyone was kind enough to give him an energetic cheer back. 

Amongst the flurry of campers leaving for their posts, he caught your quick reunion with annabeth- giving her a tight squeeze of a hug and an exchange of a few words which seemed to cover the whole year you had spent away. Then you made your way back to his side. 

At first percy was shocked- he was so used to having you go off solo to fight a portion of an army by yourself but the realisation slowly dawned on him that you were going to fight with him. 

A huge grin begun to grow on his face however it was strained when a look of shock grew on yours.

“Y/N..?” Percy questioned hesitantly.

“Percy-” you exclaimed softly, “don’t tell me you-”

Confused, Percy began to think of what he possibly could have done to cause such a reaction out of you- but it didn't take him long that you had of course sensed his recent dip in the river styx.

“Y/N I-”

“Do you have any clue how dangerous this is!” you began- at a loss of words and trying to find the right ones to explain how gobsmacked you were.

But before you could, Percy grabbed your waist, pulled you flush against his chest and pressed his lips to yours.

He could tell you were still very annoyed at him but despite that he could feel the slight smile on your lips and the sigh of content that escaped your mouth.

Percy wanted to hold you there forever as you melted into his touch but alas it seemed as if good things were not meant for him. 

“Percy-” you spoke through the kiss.

“mhmm” he hummed, ignoring all other responsibilities as it was much nicer to pretend that they didn't exist. 

“We have a city to save” you stated and percy reluctantly pulled away. 

A look of sadness and worry was still present on you face to which percy sighed, “I know Y/N, I know- just trust me okay?” 

you hesitated, unsure if you could even muster the strength to go along with it, but you nodded.

And like a golden retriever Percy grinned, grabbed your hand and began to jog down broadway, “right then- lets go kick some titan ass”

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You held onto percy’s waist tightly, peering down from blackjack’s back at the scene below you. On one side, scattered around the Williamsburg bridge were the apollo campers, hiding behind seized cars, knocking back arrows and shooting at every chance they got and on the other about 200 of kronos’ army led by the half man half bull monstrosity, the minotaur. 

As soon as blackjack came within two feet of the ground, you and percy leapt of, meeting with michael yew who had been awaiting your arrival.

“Y/N thank the gods you’re here!” michael exclaimed, causing a look of offence to appear on percys face, you stifled a laugh. 

Michael momentarily turned away to shoot an arrow, it whistled through the air and landed amongst the phalanx of dracnae inching closer with their shield wall, a dust cloud appeared from where the arrow landed and a shield dropped to the floor but the gap was instantly replaced and the wall was remade. 

Percy faced you, “how you wanna do this?” 

You smiled, knowing that percy was slightly butt hurt from michael’s comment earlier, “oh please,” you rolled your eyes, “you know exactly how”.

Percy smirked, stepping aside and extending his arm out towards the approaching titan army, “after you princess”.

You smiled, war gives you such a rush. 

You began to stride, arms stretching out to reveal you two drakon bone swords as cheers from the apollo cabin erupted from behind you. 

From above, a car seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and was spiralling down towards you. You pushed it back with a gust of wind aiming it back at the army behind the dracnae line, the car was now sailing straight into the heart of the crowd. You could hear it had caused a surge of panic, as shouts and screaming erupted but you couldn’t stand and watch your handiwork as the dranae wall began to hiss at you in chorus. 

This should be easy enough, you thought. You pointed your two drakon bone swords at the centre of the line, hilt to hilt. You focused on feeling the air around you, the air that touched your sword, the air between you and the army. In one swift movement you cut your swords through the air, and instantaneously the drancnae began to disintegrate, centre out, each one of their shields dropping on after the other like it was choreographed. 

“damn,” you hear percy call, “what did you do?” 

You look at him at the corner of your eye, his staring at you in absolute awe.

“cut through them with air” you shrug, “it was easy since they were all standing in one orderly line” 

“You need to stop upstaging me” Percy stated, uncapping riptide.

“Well go on then” you said simply, “your turn” 

Percy laughed, uncapped riptide and stormed ahead.

You watched in awe as he tore his way through the crowd, annihilating anything within a 3 meter radius. He slashed, dodged and stabbed with ease, you didn’t know wether to be impressed or completely distraught. 

Nothing good ever came with the curse of achilles. Percy now had a new aura around him, more dark, more powerful, more intimidating. You had sensed it immediately, and still did not know what to think. 

You stood in shock as Percy defeated the minotaur with ease, you almost jumped in to help but it was evident no help was needed. 

But you couldn’t stay still for long, because in the distance, you could see the approaching cavalry. About 30 skeletal horses and a golden helmed demigod leading the way. 

You heart began to pound loudly, you had never set eyes on the titan god before. Yes he was in the body of Luke Castellan but there was no doubt that that was kronos. His presence was heavy int he air, like earths gravity had gotten ten times stronger. You gulped thinking this would be it.

“Michael,” You shout in panic, spinning around and trying your best to spot him in the sea of cars. You see him perched on the edge of the bridge, bow lowered in confusion. “fall back! make sure everyone gets off the bridge!” you call over your shoulder, hoping that he had heard you as you begin to rush forward.

“Percy!” you cry, trying you best to make it to his side.

Percy quickly caught your gaze and after seeing how panicked you look, spun to face the opposite end of the bridge, you saw his grip tighten around riptide. 

You slash two empousa who had decided to approach you instead of retreating like the rest, and you push straight through the yellow cloud of dust and reached out to grab percy.

“We need to retreat, now!” you said, ready to push you and Percy back on the winds. you didn’t hear him respond but you felt him wrap his hand around yours. 

But you faltered. 

In the distance you could see the apollo kids dragging out sleeping drivers from their cars, Jake Mason had two kids on either shoulder and kayla and will were dragging out who you assumed to be their father. 

You let go of percy’s hand. 

“Go, I’ll hold them off” 

Percy turned around with such an incredulous look you almost whimpered. You had never seen him so angered before. 

“There’s no way I’m leaving you” he said strongly, wrapping his hand around your arm, “not ever” 

Even in this moment you couldn’t help but let your heat skip a beat. 

The two of you stood side to side and faced the oncoming cavalry.

You immediately brought up a gust of wind parting the oncoming wave, the horses seized and reared, off put by the strong force, and you pushed each side unmercifully over the edge. About a dozen horses and demigods fell, screaming, tumbling down from the Williamsburg bridge.

But you weren’t done. 

Those who had dodged the attack were now surrounding you, choosing to go on foot rather than on cavalry. they circled you and percy but were clearly no match for the two of you combined. 

It was about 8 to 2, both your swords kept busy, slashing and blocking but you knew these demigods were not the main problem.

He was. 

Kronos was leisurely trotting along the bridge, seemingly in no rush to come fight. 

That pissed you off. 

Out of the corner of your eye you say a stray arrow, and an idea popped into you mind. 

Within a few seconds you went overload, whacking the heads of the two soldiers in front of your with the hilt of your swords, they halted dropped their swords and you retracted yours, letting their bodies fall. As they did, you brought wind to push them back giving you access to the next two demigods behind them. 

They looked at you, they were scared shitless. 

But you had no time for mercy. 

with one hand you pushed them straight to the edge and over the bridge.

With little to no time till others came to fight you, you reached your hand out to the arrow lying to the side and flew it straight across the bridge with such high speeds even you couldn’t see it.

And with luck, it landed straight in kronos’ throat. 

It was like the whole world stopped. 

Even the demigods fighting you paused and spun back to look at their leader. 

And to your dismay, the arrow bounced right off his skin and fell to the floor. 

“No-” you let out quietly, panic rising in you chest.

Percy straightened, his realisation hitting you the exact same time,

He’s got the curse of achilles. 

Kronos paused, his horse halting. He removed his helmet and stared right at you. “what a valiant attempt, daughter of ananke,” he mused slowly.

You couldn’t help it, you began to have a panic attack. Out of all the monsters you’ve dealt with, he is the most terrifying. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. Percy protectively stood in front of you, arm out and riptide steady.

“I must say, you’ve been a constant nuisance” kronos hissed, bringing his scythe forwards, “i’ll be glad to have you gone”  Kronos then salmmed the hilt of his scythe in the ground causing the bdrige to shake.

Multiple demigods, even some working for kronos flew over the edge of the bridge, the concrete began to crack and suspension cords whipped around.

Within in midst of confusion, you saw one body move forwards, a knife reached out aiming for percy.

Without thinking you stepped forwards, flushing yourself against percy’s back.

The knife drove straight into you.

The pain it gave caused you to scream out, the weapon was buried in your arm and the holder was grinning widely at you, glad he had dealt you great agony. 

And that only made you angry. 

Like it was habit, you jutted out your hand against his chest, and flicked your wrist. 

In one swift movement your drakon bone swords materialised, impaling the man through his chest. 

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“Y/N!” Percy cried, turning in time to see you stab Ethan Nakamura in the chest. 

You brought your foot up against Ethan’s body, simultaneously kicking it away and retracting your sword, puling out the knife in your arm soon after. As his body flew backwards yours began to crumple.

Percy caught you, arm out under the curve of your back as you lay limp. Your hand was pressed to the wound, blood flowing endlessly, staining your jacket, shirt and hair. 

Percy began to see red.

He swung his sword in large arches, demigods fell back, “get back!” he shouted, retreating the best he could to get you out of harms way.

Kronos laughed “give up Percy, you cannot save the girl”

Percy gritted his teeth, don’t tell me what to do.

His anger boiled, his rage could not be contained. With a shout Percy stabbed riptide through the concrete and as he did the ground began to shake and like geyser water errupted from the gaping cracks in the ground.

Percy pulled riptide from the ground, capped it, scooped you up in his arms, and ran.

The ground shook with incredible force, the fissure grew and parts of the bridge began crumbling, breaking off and falling into the river. Within seconds the bridge was split in half, a forty foot drop in between. 

Some of Kronos’ men inched forward, looking down at the distance. 

Percy stood ready, just in case the titan jumped the span. But all he did was nod curtly and rasied his scythe in mockery, “until tonight Jackson” and him and his army retreated. 

Percy would’ve chased after him, but he had you to worry about. 

He looked down, you were a mess.

You looked so pale, so weak and you had loss so much blood. Percy pressed his hand against you wound desperately trying to stop the bleeding. 

“no no no no no-” Percy whispered, feeling your breathing begin to slow.

your blood felt warm against his palm, yet your body felt so cold. He inspected the wound, it was about two inches wide, the skin around it green and purple. 

Percy stood still. 

Slowly, he removed his hand from your arm and looked down at his palm. 

Your blood wasn’t just deep red, it looked metallic, shiny, almost if it was mixed with gold. 

golden ichor. 

Percy srcunched his eyebrows, how was that possible?

Suddenly, every moment of your omniscience struck him, how powerful your aura was, how you left every battle practically unmarked and how your powers should’ve burned you from the inside by now. He looked down now at your  fragile body.

How could someone so god like be so mortal?

He looked up to try to scout for help, thankfully, Will was running towards the two of you, a look of the upmost concern painted on his face.

“we- we need to get her to base, quickly” will stuttered, hands shaking as he pointed to the nearest car, “Austin can drive-” 

“Go go go-” Percy ordered, picking you up and rushing to the car.

Will reached the car first, swinging the back door open before prompty jumping into the front as so did Austin.

Percy quickly, but gently got in, you still in his arms, laid across his lap and barely breathing. 

Austin looked in the rear view mirror as he put the car into drive, “Gods,” he said, eyes widened as he saw you, “what happened?”

“Poison most likely” Will muttered, digging around in his bag for something to help you. He tossed some things aside like a water bottle, plasters and a stray m and m before his fingers finally pulled a small vial of nectar. 

“Here!” he said, turning around in his chair and squeezing himself through the two front seats to reach you, “we’ve got to make her drink this, it’s the only way to keep her from-” 

Will paused, gulped and looked at Percy. 

Percy’s brow stiffened, “understood” and he took the vial from will and put the rim against your lips. 

“How much?” Percy asked, slowly beginning to retract the vial from your mouth.

“All of it” will said seriously and both Percy and Austin looked at him in shock.

“She’ll be incinerated!” Austin exclaimed, barely missing a sleeping pedestrian who had fallen on a crossing. 

“Knowing her it won’t” will stated, “trust me”

Hesitantly, Percy put the vial to your lips and let some nectar drip into your mouth. He looked at you, some colour began to return to your face but you still looked so sick, so unwell, so close to death. He then looked at you arm, the metallic red shining in the sunset, almost as if it was persuading him to let you drink more.

Austin turned his head back to look at you and the car swerved. “Holy Gods” He exclaimed, “is she bleeding ichor??” doing his best to regain control of the car. 

Percy opened his mouth to answer, “I think-”

“Yes” Will stated, “her blood is mixed with ichor” 

Percys heart began to beat faster, “What does that mean?”

“I-I don’t know” Will stuttered, “I’ve noticed it before, I thought I was crazy, but I think it makes sense-” 

“Oh yeah....” Austin agreed, flashing looks back every now and again, stunned with the sight of your godly blood, “explains how she’s so- you know, awesome” 

Will gave Austin a confused side eye, then returned his attention to Percy, “I guess, I was going for more powerful almost-”

“God like” Percy finished and Will cautiously nodded his head, 

“yeah”

The vial was almost half empty and you were breathing at a normal pace now, but the blood, and ichor was still pooling out of you at an alarming rate. 

“We’re here” Austin stated, bringing the car to a halt and even before he could pull the break Will launched himself from the car and swung the back door open. 

“Quick, Percy, we don’t have much time left before-” and he again stopped himself, after seeing Percy, who was hardly ever an emotional mess, scrunch his face in utter despair. 

He clambered out of the car and cradled your limp cold body close to his chest as the three boys ran into the building. 

Percy hardly ever prayed to the Gods, and if he ever did, he did it begrudgingly. But in this moment that was all he found himself doing, 

Please, whatever God is listening, please keep Y/N alive.

[changingplumbob]

Nishidake Household: Chapter 4, Part 3

Allie has lived a long life right by Charlie's side.

TW: Contains sim dog death, but no dead bodies

In this part Kaori finally has some time on the slopes and Charlie is working hard for her promotion. When Allie's time comes Charlie looks to those around her for comfort.

Charlie: I'm back! Don't worry, I saved enough energy for our walk

Allie: *barks*

Fair warning, this is Allie's last day.

As she and Charlie undertake their regular walk she treasures feeling the sun on her fur, the snow crunching under paw, and spending time with her favourite human being.

Kaori also pops home after her climbing session to check that Clover is doing okay. Then it's time for her favourite hobby, flying! At least, when she boards over a jump and is up, moving through the air, it feels a lot like flying. Whatever her future holds, she can't imagine ever stopping this.

Having maxed out the snowboarding skill can't guarantee success however and one run ends in a wipeout. She dusts off and carries on.

Charlie: Are you okay? I saw that you know

Kaori: I'm an adrenaline seeker Char, I don't mind some bumps

Allie: *barks*

Kaori: Well of course I don't mean to crash Allie

Charlie: Maybe we hit the snow a bit hard

Allie: *whines*

Charlie: Don't worry, a bath will clean you right up

Allie: *barks happily*

Charlie: Could you tell Clover baths are not deadly, I don't think she understands

Allie: *barks in agreement*

Charlie: That's my girl

Once the bath is done Charlie goes to tend the garden, and tenderise the faux meat wall. Kaori, having finished another snowboarding POV video, sets about fixing their dew collectors.

Allie: We need to talk about baths kid

Clover: I nearly died in mine

Allie: Baths can't kill you, just try relax

Kaori: Do we know if the spice festival is on this week yet

Charlie: Nah, high school events are clogging the calendar up

Kaori: I suppose it's more likely we'll have one in the future than never have one again

Charlie: I love how you always find a bright side

Kaori: You're my bright side

Charlie: So glad I found you

Kaori: You have homework

Charlie: Fudge I do. Can't I flirt a bit longer?

Kaori: Not if you want to stay employed

Charlie goes to study more opponents while Kaori sets about making more curry. I know pho is spicy but I'm not sure if it'll help in the spice challenge.

Allie: *barks hysterically*

Charlie: Is that the alarm bark, what's happening

Kaori: I just have to shift this pot

Charlie: Holy tomato is that fire???

Kaori: Just smoke right now

Charlie: Shouldn't we, I don't know, run and call the fire fighters

Kaori: Absolutely not

Charlie: What the duck

Kaori: I need to kick this fear of fire and this is my chance, can't let a firefighter stop me

Charlie: I know you're an adrenaline seeker but this is dangerous

Kaori: If you're worried get the dogs outside

Charlie: Why am I not routing to safety with the puppy???

Charlie: If they make us evacuate toddlers why not puppies? This is a massive oversight

Kaori takes a deep breath and begins to extinguish the fire. Part way through the smoke alarm finally starts up as the fire spreads to an adjoining counter

Fireman: Need a hand ladies

Kaori: Who called you

Fireman: It's automatic with the alarm

Kaori: Well I've taken care of it, and gotten over my fear of fire

Fireman: Just be careful next time you're cooking

Charlie: Are you implying we cook just because we're women

Fireman: The fire did start at the stove

Charlie: Oh, right, forgot that bit

Kaori: I'm sorry about that Al. Weren't you a good girl being the first to discover the fire

Allie: *barks happily*

Heading back inside Allie goes to check on Charlie. Charlie has gone back to studying opponents but is glad for a chatting buddy. Kaori also makes sure Clover is okay after the scare.

With her work task complete Charlie can spend sme time on her promotion task, raising her charisma. Sweet Allie never leaves her side as she practices. Before bed Charlie gives her a big hug and tells her she loves her. Kaori does the same.

In the early hours Allie crosses the rainbow bridge. In a heartwarming moment, as if sensing the Grim reaper has entered the room, Kaori tucks Charlie close to her right when Allie leaves. Goodbye Allie, I miss you already and I'm glad we have a photo wall.

That said, Olive and I have the honour of ferrying Allie to the timeless save. There she is pleased to see Geeta, Sachiko and Shigeru again. There not the only ones there for her though. She bounds happily over to her mum and two of her littermates who are waiting for her. She's at peace here now.

Back in the normal save Charlie is understandably devastated. She had Allie for half of her own life, and doesn't have many happy memories that don't include the dog.

Kaori: I'm so sorry Char

Charlie: She was old, I know that. She'll be happy now, I'm the one who has to adjust

Kaori: What can I do

Charlie: Nothing to be done

Kaori: Maybe you should have the day off work

Charlie: I can't Allie would want me to carry on

Kaori: Char, it's okay to take time to grieve, she was important

Charlie starts to answer but ends in tears.

Clover: *whines*

Charlie: Do you need a hug too? Mummy can do that

Unable to make herself deliver the news on the phone, Charlie and Kaori visit the Fosters.

Charlie: I'm so glad you're here

Kayleigh: What's wrong honey

Charlie: The watcher is the meanest person ever

Kayleigh: Come again

Charlie: Allie is gone. I've heard of life extension, why not for her

Kayleigh: If you believe in the watcher, you must believe they're the one who gave Allie to you in the first place

Charlie: So what

Kayleigh: So if they're the one who brought you two together, I doubt they would take her away to simply be mean

Charlie: But why not give her more time with me

Kayleigh: Dogs don't live as long as humans, you know that

Charlie: Well that sucks

Kayleigh: Yes, it does

...

Carson: We'll never see her again

Kaori: Not in this save

Harvey: She's in the timeless save now bud

Kaori: But we have our memories, and plenty of photos

Devin texts Charlie inviting her around so we go for a quick visit. Charlie and Kaori get to vent, cry and catch up on gossip. Me? I go and have a sneaky check up on the boys. They seem so be doing well. They babble to each other, watch the bigfoot toy with fascination and Rilian blows a raspberry!

Charlie: We woke up and she was gone

Keira: I can't believe it

Marta: I'm so sorry you two

Kaori: Thanks

Charlie: I got to go

Keira: Already?

Charlie: I have work

Charlie trudges off and a baffled Keira and Marta look at Kaori.

Kaori: She thinks Allie would want her to soldier on regardless

Marta: Grief can be blinding

Keira: I wish I could help

Kaori: Maybe you can

Keira: How

Kaori: Would you two consider coming and staying a few days

Keira: Absolutely! I'm between semesters

Marta: And the commute is just an illusion

Kaori: You sure you're not secretly studying philosophy

Kaori races home to do some cleaning, she is a neat sim after all. At 6 on the dot Keira and Marta arrive, suitcases in tow. Kaori welcomes them, moves their cases to the spare room, and hopes she has done the right thing for Charlie.

Previous Part ... Next Part

[the-fiction-witch]

Why Wait Till Tomorrow

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character: Newt 

Couple: Newt x Reader

Rating Cute

Concept: A World Run By Wicked

My black boots seemed to echo through the dark cobblestones streets, the sound of it echoing off rock and steel. The sky that loomed over me was the constant grey, having never once seen anything else.

I kept my breaths steady as I walked making sure not to draw attention to myself.

As much as you can try, you can't be invisible. It's whether or not you get noticed.

I felt my watch vibrate slightly on my wrist. I didn't need to look at it, I knew what it meant. A moment later the sharp sound erupted.

From every lamppost and street sign sat metal speakers they whined and crackled slightly as they always did before the song began.

‘All Hail Wicked.

In Her Beauty.

In Her Times of trial

and success.

All Hail to Wicked

and the spark high above us all

bringing us songs and shade from the sun. All Hail to Wicked

blessed are we to be with her.

All Hail to Wicked

Let her reign forever more.’

I hated the damn song.

It played from these speakers twice a day, more on holidays and events.

Everyone knew it.

Everyone sang it.

The original recording of the song was done so many years ago the original singer was long dead, even if her voice was still hauntingly plaid.

The echo of the song filled the air as everyone sang it in perfect time and perfect tune.

But I suppose they had to, from as early as you could speak you'd be taught it and I'd heard stories of people being whisked away to the isle for daring to ignore the song, there was a tale on the print a year or so ago that told of a man who forgot a line one day, his ankles were broken by the enforcers and this was reported in the print as a good thing, enforcement was praised and the man because a social pariah.

I hurried myself heading down the street past the Langford theatre where the man himself stood. I didn't say a word to him and he said none to me.

Simply moving over to stand with me, walking in line with our boots and words hidden by the loud song.

"Ya ready for this?" Vince asks

"As I'll ever be" I told him "news on Minho?"

"Not a word since last Cresent" he says "gave up y/n. He's dead. Or worse."

"I hope he's dead" I told him as we walked soon enough snuck in an alley I spotted the red mop of hair a shock to his black outfit of jeans and a long button down. We didn't say a word to him and he didn't to us but he joined us.

I picked up the pace knowing we didn't have long, they were on the last verse the further we went more people in black we came across and all of them joined our walk so by the time we reached the corner of new Oxford Street we had a crowd of At least fifty people just as the song was on its last few lines.

"We'll hang back. Wait for the cue" Vince spoke up

"Understood" I nodded

"Make some fireworks y/n" Harriet smirked handing me the large metal hammer from his bag

I took it and headed down Oxford Street as the song ended.

As always there was a moment of silence after the song of everyone thinking, it was meant to be a moment for those lost, those forgotten, but most just froze in fear of what would happen if they didn't. People stood around the little wooden framed shops, mostly women in pastel dresses and men in suits and ties. Frozen. Stopped. As if someone had pressed pause on them. Stood like robots waiting for it to be over.

The speakers hissed in the silence, the slight sound of whirring coming from the many cameras who zoomed and searched each person. I made sure I saw one making unbroken eye contact with its lense.

And in the silence I screamed hearing my voice echo through the streets, in this quiet my voice could likely have been heard for miles.

"Shut Down The Spark!"

And I swung the heavy metal hammer as hard as I could and let it go. It made contact with the glass window of a bakery shop immediately shattering the glass, sending the broken shards tumbling to the floor.

For a moment not a soul moved but everyone looked at me.

One scream erupted from a woman in a yellow dress and soon enough every woman was screaming running to the arms of men who pulled them in to protect them.

But I could feel the vibrations through the cobblestones and second's later I was followed by everyone we had gathered on the walk making any left run, as fast as they could to the underground to get away from us.

Everyone breaking windows, smashing lights, pulling cameras down all while chanting as Loud as possible

'Shut down the spark! Shut down the spark!'

I grabbed a sledgehammer off a young girl near the back and joined of course, heading over to the camera I had made the contact with going as close to it as I physically could meer inches from the lense.

I took my trademark panic purple lipstick from my pocket drawing an X or a kiss on the lens with the lipstick, before backing away blowing the camera a kiss and then smacking it with my sledgehammer so hard it shattered into pieces that scattered across the street.

"Bots!" I heard Harriet yell from the end of the street and indeed there was a crowd of enforcers at the end of the street, everyone formed a line a marched giving them no choice but to do the same leaving us at a standoff

'Shut down the spark! Shut down the spark!" We shouted as loud as possible

And one voice rose from the enforcer's line

"Stop this. Turn yourselves in. You do this willingly, you will not be harmed"

"Screw the bots! Screw the bots! Screw the bots!" Everyone cheered

"This is your last chance, come willingly or face the consequences" he warned

Not a soul moved holding our line strong

"Alright. You had your chance" he says and immediately in his word they began to attack and of course we thought back making sure they didn't get anybody for too long but there was just too many of them.

I felt someone grab my wrist and pulled me through the crowd our the back of our line and I saw it was Vince

"What the hell!"

"y/n go."

"No. I have to stay I-"

"y/n! Go. Lead everyone back"

"You lead them back I'll stay"

"We don't have time to argue!" He yelled as many began running away too "we just lost Minho. I'm not losing you to"

"Fine" I to run many who could get away following me, everyone doing our best to avoid detection, going to the little places we all knew, I made it to the tracks on West Street so I held the door making sure everyone got down into the tunnel. Until I spotted an enforcer on our trial "shit"

"Come quickly!" The last girl urged

"You go. I'll lose him"

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me." I told her quickly shutting and locking the door, I got his attention and bolted as fast as I could leaving him to chase after me "what have I got myself in for" I sighed as I ran making sure to get onto the track streets were it was harder to run hard for me but worse for him, I knew I couldn't run all the way to the border and everyone would have shut the tunnels off by now.

But luckily I saw parked up on the side of the road still on its track a little blue moped unfortunately it has a rider.

"Hey, weird little question. But could you give me a ride?" I smiled as nicely as I could as I approached.

And the rider turned to see me.

They were as thin as a rake, blue and white lace up canvas shoes with hearts drawn on them, right blue skinny jeans with a withered old grey belt, a long sleeve white shirt with a pastel blue button down over it half unbuttoned, his white Moto jacket over him too and his white open face helmet in hand, he had a freshly cut mess of light blonde hair with brown roots to match his brows and eyes, which to mention were fairly wide as the sound of someone speaking to him his helmet gripped tightly in his skinny fingers as he too looked me up and down noticing my every detail

"Uuuuuhh- h- hi" he stuttered moving his leg over to this side of his bike so he could sit facing me "you uuhh you wanted what sorry?" He asks shaking himself from his head

"I was just wondering if you'd mind giving me a ride home, if it isn't too much trouble" I cooed as innocently as I could attempting to sound as sweet as I could

"Oh uhh no, no not at all" he smiled getting up sitting his helmet on the bike offering his left hand where his watch sat for a moment. I held my breath, better test than any I could do at home I guess. I moved my hand over his own letting his watch scan mine and mine scan his immediately his alerted with a little happy bell and I exhaled in relief checking my own "no trouble at all...y/n" he says having to check it for my name

"Thanks, Uhhh" I said as his hadn't actually come up on mine, I need to fix that

"Newt. It's tricky I know" he smiled clearly scrolling through my file but acting like he wasn't before quickly returning his focus "I don't have an extra helmet I'm afraid but I'll drive carefully I promise" he smiled "where are we going exactly? The address hasn't shown up" He asks pointing to his watch

"Ohh I moved recently,”

“Oh, yeah they take forever to update don’t they”

“Yeah, just to circle nine if you can I need to see someone"

"Circle nine? No problem, I was heading that way anyway" he smiled, climbing back on his bike and offering me the front seat with a tap or two.

So I climbed on immediately noticing an enforcer at the end of the road clearly keeping his eye out for anything unusual I did my best to get comfortable on the little moped and also not look suspicious as Newt for his helmet on and put his arms around me to reach the handles staring it up, electric of course so no engine sound and the moped slowly moved down the track not to inline a small child's roller coaster slowly going down the streets following his on-screen instructions for directions

"So what takes you to circle nine then?" He asks

"Ohh visiting my sister" I lied "you?"

"Aww that's nice, said I'd drop my dad his dinner off while he's at work" he shrugs

"That's kind of you"

"Well I'll be moved out soon might as well do them as many favours as I can while I'm still here" he explained

"Found yourself a place then?"

"No, not yet. Got to find a girl first" he chuckled "got my eye on this lovely little place over in circle two"

"Circle two. Expensive up there"

"There not too bad with my discount" he shrugs and soon enough we arrived at the worse place in circle nine we could have arrived at, the enforcers office "I'll drop his stuff off then I'll drop you home y/n" he smiled climbing off the moped "just a moment" he smiled taking my hand giving it a soft kiss before he went to the doors scanning himself in with his watches screen. I was undeniably nervous. Any of these enforcers could know who I was. Honestly I'm surprised Newt didn't recognize me. I thought about just taking the moped and bolting but it was synced to his watch so it was turned off till he got back and syncing it to mine would take too much time not to mention the obvious stupidity of the idea, of stealing a moped parked Infront of the enforcers office

Soon enough Newt returned climbing back on the bike "all done. Now you direct me" he says starting it up again, I have him directions mostly making him go around in circles getting him lost near the end of circle nine he did try chatting with me nothing important just mindless chatter

"Stop here. I need to check the Address I think" I lied as we pulled into a small off street with no cameras in sight

"No problem take your time I don't have to be home for another hour or so" he smiled

"I uhh I don't know what's going on maybe her address isn't coming up right in here" I laid fiddling with my watch

"Maybe." He says "uhh y/n?" He says slipping his helmet off

"Yeah?" I asked waiting for some people to wander past the end of the road turning to sit on the side of the moped but he took my hand softly making me a little confused

"I'm sorry, but I had to be sure… I saw on your profile you're well…" he blushed making me hold my breath "Not taken" he blushed and I sighed in relief trying not to giggle well this is a good distraction

"You looked?"

"I did. I'm sorry I just couldn't believe it to be true when I first saw it. I checked twice. I can't help thinking this was… a chance meeting of fate. And I admit you're very beautiful" he smiled "I uhh I don't have work tomorrow, did you maybe wanna go out maybe take a nice walk In Melrose park?" He suggested

"That sounds very nice. But why wait till tomorrow" I cooed nuzzling close to his neck stroking his shirt, I could feel and hear his heart beating fast, his breaths sharp as he eagerly glanced down at me

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh-" he gasped melting into the tiny touch of my skin against him "y/n…" he sighed happily his eyes rolling back into his head

God you'd think I was doing something serious to him all I'm doing his nuzzling at his neck and kinda poking him

He glanced at my lips clearly egar to kiss them I went along with it allowing him to get get inches before I grabbed his shirt and pushed him as hard as I could onto the cobblestones

"Oww!" He complained in shock,

I synced the moped to my watch and quickly pulled out the speed Inhibitor

"What are you doing y/n?" He asks very confusedly Still laid on the floor confused

"Thanks for the ride Newt" I smirked blowing him a kiss before rushing off as fast as the little moped would go much faster now without the inhibitor the screen going crazy trying to stop me but I ignored it getting out of circle nine and even circle ten even if it didn't like leaving the tracks at the end of circle ten.

[lyranova]

I love Vanzel a lot and I'm always grateful to find new fics about this ship, even though it's really crack. And you write them so well. So, can I request some Nozel/Vanessa with the prompt Shooting Stars, please? I also wouldn't mind if there's also a kiss.

Hiya anon! Aw thank you so much I’m glad you like how well I write Nozel/Vanessa 🥺💕! Of course I can, and there is a kiss at the end just as you requested hehe 👀. I hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 443

Warnings: None

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“ Now no peeking okay? We’re almost there.” Vanessa said as she led her blindfolded boyfriend Nozel Silva through the woods. She had a very good surprise for him and silently hoped that he would like it.

“ We’ve been walking for a while now, how much farther?” Nozel asked, his tone almost sounded annoyed but Vanessa knew better. She could hear a bit of anxiousness in it too, and maybe even a small hint of excitement?

“ I told you were almost there, so just calm down.” Vanessa said with a small chuckle.

The two walked a little longer before she finally stopped and took the blindfold off. Nozel blinked a bit to try and get his eyes to adjust to the area. He looked around and noticed a picnic blanket with a couple of pillows on it, when he frowned in confusion Vanessa grabbed his hand and led him to it.

“ There’s a special event happening tonight that I thought you wouldn’t want to miss.” She told him vaguely which only made Nozel’s frown deepen.

“ What kind of ‘Special event’?” Nozel asked with a raised brow, and Vanessa just turned to look at him.

“ You’ll see in a minute.” Vanessa told him with a mischievous wink. She sat down on the blanket and pulled Nozel down beside her before she laid back with her head against the pillow. Nozel gave her a skeptical look before doing the same.

After a minute or two Nozel discovered why Vanessa had brought him out into the middle of the woods.

It was a meteor shower.

Nozel watched with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape as it looked like hundreds of stars falling from the sky in rapid succession. It was so bright and so beautiful, he couldn’t recall the last time he had seen something so magnificent. Nozel noticed out of the corner of his eye that Vanessa was looking at him instead of the sky.

“ Happy Birthday Nozel,” Vanessa said softly and Nozel turned to fully face her. She…remembered?

“ You…remembered it was my birthday?”

“ Of course I did. Did you really think that was something I would forget?” She asked with a raised brow and he couldn’t help but chuckle, of course it wasn’t something she would forget. She wasn’t like his father, Nebra, or Solid. She was very different from them, and he was so thankful for that.

Nozel moved closer to her, placed a hand on her cheek, and gave her a sweet and romantic kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer as she deepened the kiss.

The couple completely forgot about the shooting stars in the night sky.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[nicotinzwei]

May

Written very hastily

Third spaces

I really miss third spaces in winter, so now that its warm outside again I really try to use them more. We have a park that’s in between like 3 of my friends and me so we could a just walk there which is so nice. Especially in the city it’s so hard to find spaces that you can be in without having to purchase or consume anything. And I really should use the off time I have to be outside more, I kind of forgot that since I moved to the city.

Seed dating/friending

I went to a speed dating event at our local queer café and it was an experience. I think our braind are not bade to interact with 25 people in two hours. I don’t even think I remember everyone I talked to. The next morning I felt hungover because I was so tired and kept remembering bits of conversations where I don’t know who I had them with. But it was also so interesting to see how I interact with such different people and how different the vibe can be. Like how I can be funny and cool to the first person but just don’t hit it off at all with the second one. I got a handful of matches and my two top picks matched me back and are meeting me for a party at the café today so I’d say very successful and worth it.

 Eurovision

It was Eurovision time! We kinda have this tradition to watch in on discord together and have our own voting. I gotta say this year the songs were only okay and the jury voting was awful. But I love how everyone saw it and bonded over the awful votes together and how Cha Cha Cha is the winner of our hearts.

 Doing peoples hair

I guess I am the hair person of our friendgroup now. Usually I only do mine and my boyfriends hair but a friend wanted to cut their hair to make It easier after surgery and the came to me. So we went out on the balcony and buzzed their head. Before that everyone in the group got to cut off a strand of hair. I even kept one.

Listening party

This happened on the last day of the month. A friend of mine does album listening parties on discord. I got to admit the first album was kind of awful but I’m not going to argue about techno with a server full of trans girls you know. Next time I’ll show them folk punk or something.

(a lot of real life and not media favorites)