#no shade to the grandmas i love y'all but can i get someone here who isn't retired??

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I'm the youngest person at this public forum by about 5 decades. 💀 zoomers where you at?? millennials? gen x?? someone without grandkids???

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What about an AU with Mari's Nona Gina actually being old friends with Anarka? Maybe Anarka was a younger member on one of the exploring/travel groups that Gina was in, they hit it off, & lost track of each other over the years Gina leaving for Italy again & Anarka's thing with a young Jagged. Maybe during Mari's birthday party Gina notices Juleka, a resemblance of an old friend, & it prompts her to stay longer while also reuniting with an old friend and Luka and Mari finally meeting?

Not only is this ask hella old (see I told y'all I always keep them if I don't get to them right away) but I took it in a slighty different direction. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Always Have a Designated Driver

“Oh, my fairy, it is so good of you to come with me tonight. You know I could have taken a cab home.” Gina slipped her arm through Marinette’s and patted her hand. 

“I know, Grandma,” Marinette said, and left it at that. She knew Gina wouldn’t take well to any intimation that Marinette was worried about her in any way. Gina had been handling herself quite fine across multiple countries and it was stupid for Marinette to worry, but—well. Marinette worried anyway.

“I hope you will not be too bored,” Gina continued as they went into the karaoke bar. There were restaurant tables set up around the perimeter, as well as the bar along one side, and the stage was set up and ready but not active yet. Marinette felt a bit of a nervous flutter; she wasn’t completely naive but she was too busy to hang out in places like this on a regular basis. “Though I suspect that my pretty Marinetta will not have any trouble once the boys get a look at you, eh?” She cupped Marinette’s chin and wiggled it a bit while Marinette rolled her eyes.

“Grandma.” 

“Ah, your Nona loves you, my fairy.”

***

“You’ll like Gina,” Anarka declared, and Luka rolled his eyes as he got out of the car and followed his mother into the karaoke bar where they were supposed to meet up with some of Anarka’s old pals. 

She had been telling him about one of her old motorcycle buddies all week, who was finally going to be in town to join in the reunion night, and from her stories, Luka thought he probably actually would like Gina. She sounded like an interesting lady, who’d been to a lot of places. However, he doubted he would manage to say more than “hello” to any of Anarka's friends before the drinking and shenanigans started. He was really only here to make sure his mother got home safely. Most of the time, Anarka was pretty responsible with her drinking, but things always got out of hand when she had these get-togethers with her old crew, so he and Juleka took turns being her designated driver. 

At least karaoke had the potential to be entertaining. Hopefully. In his experience, entertaining and excruciating were the only two options. Usually a mix of both. 

He caught the door Anarka banged open and made sure it shut quietly, and a shriek went up from the bar almost as soon as Anarka entered. An older woman in a motorcycle jacket came barreling towards them. 

“Anarka, amica mia!” she exclaimed, and Luka took a step back as his mother embraced her friend. Both of them spoke over each other, and between that and their clashing accents, Luka had no idea what they were saying until they both turned to face him. Assuming he was being introduced, Luka offered his hand to the white-haired lady who looked at him over the rim of pink shades. She slid the sunglasses off and shook his hand. “Luka, so nice to meet you,” she said in slightly accented French. “I’m so glad you are here, you can keep my Marinetta company while we old ladies catch up.”

“Who ye be callin’ old now?” Anarka demanded, but Gina ignored her, gesturing for someone at the bar to come and join them.

“Anarka, this is my granddaughter. Marinetta, this is my dear old friend” Luka’s mouth twitched at the emphasis and Anarka’s indignant snort, “—Anarka, and this is her son, Luka.”

The petite young lady that had arrived at Gina’s side greeted Anarka and then turned huge blue eyes on him, pink lips curving up in a polite smile. 

Luka swallowed reflexively, offering his hand. “Nice to meet you, Marinetta.” 

She giggled nervously as she took his hand. “Grandma's the only one who calls me that. I'm Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It's nice to meet you too, Luka.” She was dressed simply, in well-fitting (very well-fitting) jeans and a black shirt with a wide ribbon collar that tied in a bow near her shoulder, soft makeup and her hair done in two tails. Not dressed for a night on the town, but it suited her, and Luka found himself enchanted. 

Gina saved him from doing anything stupid by grabbing Marinette’s hand and shoving a small wad of cash into her palm. “Good, good,” she proclaimed, ignoring Marinette’s protests at taking the money. “Now, Marinetta, you and Luka go and get yourselves some food.” Marinette tried to say something, but Gina cut her off. “No, no, my fairy, I know you only came to make sure your Nona gets home safely, but there is no need to hover. Go away so that you will not be scandalized and hear things you wish you didn't know!”

Marinette looked somewhat horrified. “You mean there’s worse than what I’ve already heard?” 

Luka grinned, and Anarka's booming laugh rang out. Gina turned Marinette around and gave her a little push towards the restaurant section. 

“Go on, go on, my dear, you can keep an eye on me perfectly fine while you eat. Besides, it is this one you must watch out for—” She indicated Anarka with a tilt of her head, and Luka snorted in amusement.

“She’s not wrong,” he teased his mother, and Anarka put a hand on his face and shoved him good naturedly away. 

“Off wi’ ye boy,” she declared, her accent getting thicker already. “An be ye a gentleman, ye hear?”

Luka rolled his eyes and turned to Marinette. 

“Shall we grab a table?” he asked Marinette, who still looked a little stunned, and at her nod, he gently took her elbow and steered her to a booth that was likely to be quieter, at least until the real entertainment got started. 

“I don't have to stay,” Luka said, gesturing for Marinette to sit as he glanced at a table of guys whose heads had turned as they walked past. “Or you don't, if you'd rather—”

“Oh, no, please don't leave,” Marinette said, catching hold of his sleeve. “I mean, unless you want to—” Luka was already sliding into the booth next to her. 

“I don't come to this kind of place very often,” Marinette admitted. “I don't usually have the time, so…I guess I don't really know how to act.”

Luka smiled. “Act like yourself. Everybody’s here to have a good time. I won’t say no one’s watching,” he indicated the interested table with a nod of his head, “but I doubt the people who are, are looking to criticize.”

Marinette blushed, and picked up the menu that was laying on the table, hiding her face. Luka opted to give her a little space, picking up his own.

“Do you come here often?” she asked, fidgeting with her menu.

“Not here, specifically,” Luka replied, glancing around. “But I’ve been in and out of these kinds of places practically my whole life. First because of mom, and then performing myself.”

Marinette looked out from behind her menu, curious. “Performing?”

“I’m a musician,” he said, trying not to sound too proud of it. “Guitar mostly but I do vocals sometimes too. I play with a couple local bands at different places.”

“Oh,” Marinette looked impressed, and Luka felt his face heat a little. “You must be pretty good.”

Luka chuckled. “I’ll let you judge that for yourself sometime.” 

Marinette’s eyes widened and she hid behind her menu again. Luka cringed; he hadn’t meant that to come off like it had. 

“What do you feel like?” he asked. “Is there something in particular or should we just order some appetizers so we can try a few things?”

They worked out what they wanted to order, flagged down a waiter, and then fell into awkward silence. 

Marinette felt ridiculous; like her feet were too big and she didn’t know what to do with her hands, and she felt sure Luka must think she was some naive little pixie who hardly ever left the house except to go out with her grandma. Why had she said that? She just felt so uncomfortable and she needed to explain, and now it turned out he was in a band and went to these kinds of places all the time and probably hated that he was stuck here babysitting her instead of out there dancing with all the girls darting him appreciative looks as they milled around with their drinks in their hands. She should have let him go earlier when he offered to leave; she hadn’t wanted him to think she didn’t want his company but now he was—maybe she should—but they’d already ordered food and—

“Marinette?” Luka touched her shoulder and she jumped. 

“Everything okay?” he asked. 

Marinette nodded quickly and then blurted, “I like your hair.” 

She did like his hair. It was probably weird to say it though. Was it weird? Oh God she was so weird and she should know better than to try and talk to a hot guy like a totally normal not-weird—

“Thanks,” Luka said, running a hand through his hair with a smile that looked…a little self-conscious actually. It was…cute. “It’s not fancy but it’s easy to maintain at least.”

“Oh—I meant the color, I mean—I mean I like the way you wear it, too, it suits you, the ruffled look with your sharp facial features, it comes off really well—but the color is so pretty, and your hair’s still so shiny. I’ve always wanted to dye my hair but I was afraid I would ruin it trying to bleach it, since it’s so dark…”

“Oh, mine’s black too underneath all this.” Luka grinned. “It can be done, it just takes a little patience so you don’t fry it. You’d be cute with dyed hair. I mean, you look great just like this, but if it’s something you want, I think it’d look great on you. Not that my opinion should matter.” He closed his mouth abruptly and looked away, and Marinette simultaneously felt tortured and comforted. At least she wasn’t the only one who babbled. 

Mercifully, the food came shortly after, and that gave them something to focus on and a chance for mostly safe conversation. The karaoke stage lit up and an MC came up to announce that the mic was now open, and started calling names of people who had signed up. 

The plates were empty and the conversation had lagged. Marinette was desperately trying to think of something to say, and sneaking looks at Luka out of the corner of her eye. He had the most striking profile, all sharp angles, but when he looked straight at her, his expression softened, and he leaned in just a bit, as if to be sure and catch whatever she said. 

She wished she were more interesting. She wished she had something to say. She’d bore him silly talking about fashion, she was sure. 

“They look like they’re having fun,” she said finally, as a pair of clearly tipsy girls in very short skirts screamed the lyrics to “Material Girl,” into their microphones.

Luka agreed, laughing. Then he looked at her, and then away, and then he leaned towards her, tilting his head towards the stage. “You wanna have a go?” 

“Me?” Marinette sat up straight, face flaming. Luka, sure, he was used to performing on stage, and he was cool and handsome and he looked like a microphone belonged in his hand, but—

“Well, us.” Luka laughed, straightening a little and turning his glass on the table. “I thought maybe we could go do one together.”

“I’m probably terrible compared to you,” Marinette protested. “You should go on yourself. You’re a performer, right?” 

Luka grinned. “Marinette, look around. Nobody’s here to listen to the next great star.” 

Marinette did look around, and he was right. Everyone was too absorbed in their own party or too buzzed to do anything other than roar support for anyone brave enough to take the stage, and most of the ones who did were…creative in their interpretation of the music. 

“I’ll grab a book,” Luka said, sliding out of the booth. “You can think about it while we look through the songs.” He winked at her. “I’ll check on Mom and Gina while I’m at it.”

Marinette nodded, toying with one of her pigtails. It couldn’t hurt to look, right? And while he was gone she could come up with an excuse to say no.

“Hey, wanna dance?”

Marinette jumped and looked up. There was a man leaning his elbows on her table, grinning at her. She could smell smoke and alcohol all the way across the table. She put on her best social smile. “No, thank you, I’m waiting for someone.” 

“Ah, ‘course you are,” he drawled, stepping back and sliding off the table. “Worth a shot.” He winked at her and wandered off. 

Luka returned just as the other man drifted off. Watching the stranger go, Luka sat down and said, “Would you rather go dance?” 

“Maybe later. But not with him,” Marinette said, making a face. Then she blushed. “I mean—”

Luka grinned. “Let’s pick a song.” 

Marinette bent over the catalog with him, as he slowly flipped through pages. 

“Let me know if you see something you like,” he said, and Marinette murmured assent. Luka didn’t smell like smoke or alcohol. Well, maybe alcohol a little, but anyone would in here. Mostly he just smelled…clean. And vaguely beachy? Interesting. 

Songs. She was supposed to be looking at the songs. 

“Okay, I know this one’s a little old, but it’s a lot of fun.” Luka pointed to a song, grinning. 

“You can’t be serious,” Marinette laughed. 

“Do you know it?” Luka repeated, still grinning.

“Well…yes.” 

“Come on, we’re the only ones sober enough to do it, and if we mess it up, it’ll be hilarious. Win-win.” 

Marinette still hesitated, but looking up at Luka’s face, something about the sparkle in his eyes made her say, “Okay.”

Luka raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure? If you don’t want to, it’s really fine.” 

Marinette’s smile turned a little more genuine. “Really. I want to. You’ll cover for me if I lose it, right?”

“Of course,” he promised, and…she believed him. 

He left her again to go sign them up, and Marinette took a breath, wondering what on earth she was doing. Still, he was right, it could be a lot of fun, and…what was the worst that could happen.

She shut that thought down before it could go any further—it was always a dangerous line of thought for her—and stood up to peer across the room to where Gina’s white hair was visible in a knot of older people around the bar. They were loud, but not out of control. Satisfied, Marinette sat back down. Luka reappeared shortly after, and apparently guessed what she had been looking for.

“They’re fine,” he said, as he slid back into the booth. “Still at the 'telling stories loudly' stage. We’ve still got time.” He winked at her. “When she starts yelling insults at randos I know it’s time to take Ma home before someone calls the cops.” Marinette giggled, but Luka seemed entirely serious. “It’ll be a while before our turn,” he continued, and then hesitated. 

“We could, um. We could go dance?” Marinette suggested. The panic that welled up was quelled by Luka’s broad smile. 

“I’d love that,” he said, and stood up, offering his hand. Marinette took it, and let him help her out of the booth, her eyes suddenly locked on his. 

“I’m not a very good dancer,” she warned, and stumbled a little on the step down from the booth. 

“Me neither,” he said, and though Marinette didn’t believe him, it made her smile. 

***

Luka was having the time of his life with Marinette on the dance floor. She wasn’t very coordinated, as she had warned him—or at least, her mind seemed to get in the way of her limbs, because once she had completely relaxed and stopped overthinking every little move she made…wow. 

She sparkled. Not because of the way she danced, but just with pure joy and energy. She sang along with the music, and though he couldn’t really hear her over the speakers, he couldn’t stop watching her lips move. 

They were briefly joined by Gina and Anarka and a couple of their pals, which was…embarrassing. Marinette got all stiff and awkward again, and let out a little shriek when one of the old men grabbed her around the waist and swung her in a spin. Gina was immediately in his face, clearly telling him off, and Marinette had to catch her arm and persuade her not to personally throw the man out of the club. Fortunately, Gina had had enough to drink to be easily distracted, 

“I see where your eyes be lookin’, boy,” Anarka bellowed near his ear. “Mind yerself, ye hear?” 

“I always do,” Luka replied drily. 

“Aye, that ye do,” Anarka said with unexpected affection, hugging him tightly. “I know I need have no worries fer ye. Just be sure ye don’t be makin’ babies yer not ready for, aye?” 

Luka reddened. “ Ma!”

Mercifully, Anarka let him go, and hollered that she was ready for another drink. Their group departed, leaving Luka and Marinette standing on the dance floor. Marinette leaned on his arm, and Luka took her hand without thinking. “Are you okay?” he asked, and she smiled up at him.

“Fine. They’re just…a lot.” She sighed, and Luka fervently agreed. 

Then Marinette straightened and her eyes popped wide as their names were announced. 

Luka leaned toward her. “Not too late to back out if you need to.” 

Marinette looked for a moment like she might take him up that, but then she looked straight at him, squared her shoulders, and gave him a smile that made his knees weak. “Let’s do this,” she said firmly. 

Oh muses help him, he was in love.

***

Marinette let Luka lead her to the crowd to the stage, her hand still clasped tightly in his. Predictably, a whoop went up from the bar as soon as they were under the lights. Luka let go of her long enough to pull the microphones from the stands and hand one to Marinette. 

“I’ll start?” he murmured, and Marinette nodded. He took her hand again and walked them both to the front of the stage, flashing a grin at the crowd as those iconic first notes went up over the speakers, and the onlookers cheered. 

Luka’s head bobbed to the beat as he watched her with a grin on his face. Marinette couldn’t help smiling back even though she was a little terrified and felt very strange on the stage. 

Luka faced the crowd when the lyrics popped up and sang the quick-paced words of the verse with comfortable ease. 

He looked at Marinette and she joined him on the chorus. Singing alongside Luka’s powerful voice made it impossible for Marinette to be timid as they belted together, “We didn’t start the fire! It was always burning since the world’s been turning! No we didn’t light it but we’re trying to fight it.” 

Luka raised his eyebrows at her in question as they neared the end of the chorus, and though her hands were shaking, Marinette nodded. She took a deep breath, eyes on Luka, and launched into the next verse. By some miracle, she didn’t trip over the words once, and when she ran out of breath, Luka took up the next piece. They traded back and forth through the song after that, occasionally joining to sing some parts together, and always coming together on the chorus. If she made a slip, Luka covered it easily, and at some point their hands met and joined as they got more and more into the song. 

Marinette knew that people must be watching; Luka was too good, too magnetic on stage, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The crowd didn’t matter; she was having too much fun with Luka to care whether the audience was paying attention or not. 

“WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE,” they bellowed together, crowd practically forgotten as they faced each other. By the end of the song they were dancing around the stage together, and when the music finally ended, Luka threw up his hands with Mari’s still in his. 

Everyone cheered, and for the first time Marinette looked away from Luka and into the crowd. Marinette could see (and hear, even over the music) that Gina and Anarka were losing their minds. She let Luka lead her down off the stage, grateful for his hand still holding hers. Her knees felt a bit wobbly. Luka wrapped her in a hug at the bottom of the stairs. 

“That was awesome ,” he enthused, laughing with his chin on her head, and then he stepped back. “You okay?” he asked, and Marinette nodded shakily. Luka’s expression turned to concern, but before he could say anything else, Gina and Anarka were on them—literally. 

It took a little time to fend off their respective relatives, but eventually Luka managed to get them redirected with a suggestion that Anarka and Gina should try a duet. They disappeared into the crowd, and Luka breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to Marinette. She was still shaking, and Luka took her elbow and led her back to their table.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, once they were there, and Marinette again nodded, this time managing a smile for him. 

“I’m fine, really,” she promised. “I had fun, it—it was just intense .” She curled her still shaking fingers on the table.

Luka smiled and wrapped his hands around hers, rubbing some warmth back into them. “Sorry, I guess I’m used to the stage rush. You did amazing, though. You did have fun?”

“Totally,” Marinette said, squeezing his hand back. His hands were so much bigger than hers, she realized, and they felt good, moving over hers. Somehow, her eyes found Luka’s, and his hands slowly stopped moving. 

They both jumped as the server stopped at their table and plunked a plate on the table with a hefty slice of chocolate cake and two spoons. “On the house,” was all he said, and then he was gone again.

Luka and Marinette looked at each other in surprise, and then giggled. 

“Guess we impressed somebody,” Luka chuckled. 

“Hmm.” Marinette picked up her spoon. “Well, it looks delicious.” 

Luka gestured with his spoon. “After you.” 

They ate the sweet dessert, murmuring appreciation, and then drifted into easy conversation, despite the increasingly raucous crowd around them. Neither of them minded having to lean a little closer to hear. Even with the noise, they felt apart from the crowd, in their own little bubble, until—

“Uh-oh,” Luka said, getting up from the table. “I think that’s my cue.” He took off through the crowd, and Marinette automatically grabbed her bag and followed him. She lost him for a moment in the crowd, and then found him holding his mother by the shoulders, talking soothingly to her while Anarka shouted over his shoulder. 

“All right, Ma,” Luka said, linking his arm firmly through his mother’s. “I think it’s time to go.”

“We should probably go too, my fairy,” Gina’s voice, only slightly slurred, came from Marinette’s shoulder. She put an arm around her grandmother as Gina leaned heavily on her. “It is past your bedtime.” 

Marinette rolled her eyes, but didn’t object, steering Gina after Luka and Anarka. Anarka had clearly had more to drink, and once Marinette got Gina in the car, she went to help Luka, who was struggling to get his more combative relative to their car. Between the slurred speech and the brogue Marinette couldn’t understand much of what Anarka was saying, but when she slipped under the Captain’s other arm, the tirade cut off.

“Ah, yer such a nice lass,” Anarka drawled. 

“Please don’t embarrass me, Ma,” Luka sighed, as Marinette helped him get Anarka going in the right direction. 

“Embarrass ye!” Anarka snorted. “Son I got years of humiliation to heap back on ye, after all the pranks ye and yer sister pulled!” 

Marinette giggled, and Luka shot her a longsuffering look.

“Please ignore anything she says,” he begged, and looked relieved when they managed to get Anarka in the car. Luka buckled her in, and then dug around in the center console while Anarka yelled at him to “gerroff already ye landlubbin’ swine!” 

Luka straightened up and closed the passenger door with more force than was probably necessary. “Thank you,” he said, turning to Marinette. He rubbed a hand through his hair. “It was really nice to meet you, Marinette.”

“You too, Luka,” Marinette agreed. “I had a lot more fun than I expected to tonight.” 

Luka grinned. “Me too. Listen, um,” he offered her a folded piece of paper he had been toying with. “This is my number. If you feel like using it, I’d love to talk to you more.” 

Blushing, Marinette reached for it. Luka didn’t let go right away. “I’d really like you to use it,” he said softly, before opening his fingers and letting her take the paper. “Goodnight, Marinette.” He seemed to hesitate despite the words, and in a burst of courage, Marinette went up on her toes and kissed him lightly. Luka’s arm wound around her waist and pulled her back in, kissing her much more firmly. Marinette’s hands clasped behind his neck before she knew what she was doing, and the parking lot around them disappeared for a long moment. When Marinette’s feet were finally back on the ground, and there was room to breathe between their lips, she smiled at him. Her hands slid down his shoulders as she whispered, “Good night, Luka.” Then she turned and jogged back to her car, clutching the paper with his number. Luka watched her for a moment, and then went around the car and got in

Anarka was already asleep in the passenger seat.

Marinette ran all the way back to her car and jumped in, slamming the door behind her. She buried her face in her hands, panting from the run and the kiss and the—everything.

“Well my fairy.” 

Marinette jumped half out of her skin with a little shriek, and lowered her hands to turn mortified eyes on her grandmother. Gina smirked at her. “I told you there would be no trouble once the boys noticed you, eh?” 

“Just one,” Marinette protested weakly, and Gina grinned, reaching over to pat her hand. 

“My Marinetta could captivate anyone with such a smile on her face as she had tonight. He is a good one, I think, but ugh, to have such a relative!” She laughed. Marinette blushed and shoved the piece of paper she was still clinging to into her purse.

“Nobody’s talking about marriage, Grandma,” she said a bit tartly as she started the car. 

“It will not be long, my dear,” Gina drawled, leaning back into her seat. “It will not be long at all.”

Marinette shook her head and concentrated on getting them both home. She made sure Gina got to bed without passing out on the doorstep, and went to the guest room, where her things were already laid out neatly. She sat on the bed, and pulled the bit of paper with Luka's number on it out of her purse.

It didn’t say anything except Luka Couffaine and his number. She programmed it into her phone, and then folded the paper and put it carefully in her purse, just in case. 

Before she could chicken out, she wrote a text and sent it to him, letting him know who it was and that she and Gina had made it home safely, and wishing him good night. 

Her phone pinged before she’d even finished washing her face. 

Glad you’re safe. We are too. I had a great time tonight. Is it too soon to ask you out?

AO3 Works | Fiction Master Post 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #269

“why aren’t you scared of me, why do you care for me, when we all fall asleep, where do we go?”

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It feels more "real," something to dive into, and it's easier to see and understand how far you're in. We talked about this in Writing once, was an interesting convo. Plus the smell of books, aaaaaahhhhh. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Yes How many followers do you have? On here? *checks* 265. Do you read erotica? No, I'd feel SUPER uncomfortable. That's why 50 Shades has never appealed to me. Have you ever gotten into an accident with you parents’ car? No. Ever thought of just picking up and moving far away? Oh yes. What’s the wallpaper on your computer? My lock screen is the Halo of the Sun from SH, and my actual desktop wallpaper is my favorite closeup of my late pup Teddy. What is the last thing/person you took a picture of? Probably a stupid Facebook meme to show Sara or something lmao. Name a band/artist you like that isn’t that popular. Otep. Can you lift your significant other (your best friend if you’re single)? I'm sure I could. What is the first vehicle you recall your parents/guardians owning? Mom had a blue/greenish van for most of my childhood, while Dad had this old tan thing that he nicknamed "Frida the Cheetah" lmao. He had that damn car forever. Have you ever seen counterfeit money? Not knowingly. Have you ever lost a pet you were attached to? Well of course. I grew up with tons of pets. What was the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done? Probably texting back "fuck you" to Mom when she was being really shitty when I was having a breakdown. Pick one: laundry, dishes, or vacuuming? I'd pick vacuuming over the others any day. Have you ever moved and had to change schools growing up? No. You are forced to move out-of-state. Where do you go? I literally want to move to Canada. The highway and back roads take you to the same place; choose your route. Back roads, probably. You’re going to be a mom/dad; what do you think/do? Have a fucking panic attack. Are you more likely to give up or persist when you’re having trouble? It really depends on the seriousness of the situation, but in most cases I've actually faced, give up. Do you resemble one parent more than the other? I don't think so. Your best friend needs a kidney to survive; do you give them one of yours? If we're compatible, yes. Name a big life event that has taken place for you within the last 2 years. Nothing because my life is incredibly monotonous and stagnant. Name one difficult lesson you’ve learned. Life isn't fair, and life doesn't care. Name one thing you look forward to as you get older. Hey, let's hope I can be a functioning adult before I'm 70. Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying? Yes. Will you usually admit it when you’ve made a mistake? Yeah. Does stress ever affect you physically? If yes, how? Oh, yes. My stomach will absolutely hurt and I sweat more than normal (I say "normal" because I have hyperhidrosis). Did you have a money box as a kid? What shape was it if you did? I don't remember... I know we didn't regularly get an allowance or anything like that, but maybe I'm sure I stored money I was given somewhere? Has kids TV ever frightened you? As a kid, I both watched and feared Courage the Cowardly Dog, lol. Do you have any potted plants in your house? No. If you were born outside of your era, when would you want to be born and why? Early '80s! What a time for music, metal fashion, and fun. If you ran a store, what would you sell/have? IF I was more knowledgeable on more species, probably reptiles and more proper care materials and give advice that's not shit. Places like PetSmart and Petco just... disgust me. What part in a movie would you love to play? If I was confident in acting, probably the maniac lmao. I've experienced enough Crazy for that. What's the oldest article of clothing you own? I don't really know, but I do know Mom has a lot of my and my siblings' shirts as we've grown up to knit together a blanket one day. Fuckin cute as hell. What piece of furniture have you replaced the most? The couch. What instrument do you wish you could be more than great at? Guitar, with that electric twist anyway. What’s the best part of your favorite movie? When Simba roars atop Pride Rock in the storm and all the lionesses join in FUCK I get goosebumps out the WAZOO. What do you think is the most over-rated candy ever? Twizzlers, disgoosting. If you could only debate two topics the rest of your life, what would they be? LGBTQ+ rights is #1, then... hm... probably the pro-choice argument. Or just women rights in general. Out of your friends, who would you say you are most jealous of, artistically? Oh man, my friend Mini. She drew pretty well when we were young, but her skill like... increased exponentially with time. She doesn't draw in a *style* I'm envious of, but that growth tho. Most jealous of….intellectually? Girt. What is broken that you have, that you wish was fixed? My brain lmao. A famous person you have met? Nobody. Who were the last five people to text you? Dad, Sara, Ashley, Mom, and my grandma. What is your favorite book that you had to read for school? The Outsiders. Think of the last two people you kissed. Who was more fun? I've explained the "idk if *I* ever actually kissed Girt" before, but just for the sake of the question, I'll just count him. I tbh hated it only ever because why were your lips always wet, sir???? The latest person was Sara, and she kissed fine. If your house was burning down and you only had sixty seconds to grab one or two things, what would you grab and why? Roman and Venus because they're family and I adore them. Out of all the concerts you have been to, which band/singer was the best performer? Alice was great! When was the last time you went miniature golfing? For Jason's and my second or third anniversary, so a long time ago. What’s a song you like from a genre you hate? I always answer this question with a country answer, so let's go rap. Hm. OH, probably a Post Malone song. I actually don't mind him. If you had twin girls what would you name them? Alessandra indisputably, and then the other... maybe like, Josephine. Especially as twins, I'd want two gorgeous, less-heard names. What kind of condoms do you use? I don't use any because I'm not sexually active. Do you say years young or years old [ex: 16 years young or 16 years old]? Man, I miss the days I could confidently say "years young," lmao. Do you have any personality disorders? Avoidant, yes. I'm pretty convinced I have dependent PD, too. Do you shave your arms? Armpits, yes, but not my entire arms. What do you dip your fries in? Ketchup or honey mustard. Has one of your good friends ever moved away? Damn, yeah. I particularly remember this girl from elementary school in I think the 5th grade that I was very close with, yet I don't remember her name now. What color car are you when you play The Game of Life? Dude idr the colors at all. Which hair color do you find the ugliest? I've seen it be pulled off, but generally, yellow. Would you date a guy that wears more make-up than you do? Hell yeah man you fuckin strut that shit. Did you ever play M.A.S.H. when you were little? Ah, I remember that! Sure did. If you were getting married, who would be your maid of honor? My mom. If you have any pets, were they adopted from the humane society? No, but I would of course. Do you like home design, like picking out paint colors and furniture? Not any more than the average person. Do you chew gum on a regular basis? No. List all of your features that you have ever got compliments on: Do you mean just physical? If that's the case, hair, eyes, smile, uh... I feel like that's it. WAIT I can't remember who but someone once called my nose cute. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon, and if not, would you ever want to go in one? No; yes. What type of computer do you have? It's an Acer Nitro 5. Is anyone else in the room with you right now? My snake. Do you whiten your teeth with crest white strips? Not Crest, but a different brand, yes. I hate my teeth. Do you listen to local bands? Not really. I will sometimes listen to an old friend's band, at least bits of what they post on Facebook. Nova Mortis, check 'em out if you like pretty heavy metal. Do you have a pool in your back yard? No, but damn do I wish. Do your parents fight? Do they even talk at all? That's why they're divorced. They, especially Mom, avoid doing so whenever they can. Do you drink alcohol on New Year’s Eve? Usually. Do you wear rings? Just one, a friendship ring w/ Sara. Are there any restaurants in walking distance to your house? It'd be quite a long walk, at least by my standards. What was the last picture you uploaded to your Facebook? A picture of Mom and me. Have you ever listened to the same song on repeat for hours on end? YES. When I find a song I really like, I become VERY obsessive. Like I will play it and play it and play it for days. I in general have an extremely obsessive personality. Do you like staying in hotels? I don't have much of an opinion. It's a nice change of space, though. Are musicals interesting or boring? They're cheesy to me. What is your favorite scent of incense? (If you burn it) Okay, HEAR ME OUT. There is legit a kind called "monkey farts" that smells SO FUCKIN GOOD. Jason used to burn incense in his room all the time and that was my favorite one, so I use it now. Where do you normally hang out on the weekends? At home. I'm always at home, regardless of the day. Can you tune a guitar by ear or do you need a tuner? I never could. Do you like love songs? Generally, yes. They're sweet. Would you rather drink 7Up or Sprite? Fun fact: Sprite used to be my FAVORITE soda as a kid. I even had a fuckin Sprite shirt. Now, I hate it. I haven't tasted 7UP in forever. What is your favorite song as of right now? I'm seriously digging Halocene lately, esp their cover of "bury a friend." Have you ever sex texted? This is gonna sound so stupid, but I'm actually not *totally* sure what that is? Just like, dirty talking or like, virtually RPing sex? The former I did when I was fuckin 12 like a goddamn idiot, but not the latter. When's the last time you went out of state? A year and a half (I think?) ago to visit Sara. What was your favorite TV show last year? I didn't *really* have one, at least not actively. Like I didn't devoutly watch anything. Would you know who to talk to if you wanted weed? HAHA I sureeeee do. I wouldn't want any, though. What is your favorite Beatles song? "Hey, Jude." If you could kiss anyone right now, who would it be? I don't want to think about this. What is your favorite energy drink? I don't like energy drinks. Way too intense. Have you ever been to Hooters before? No. When's the last time you tripped? (Literally or, you know) HA, funny I take this survey today because my left foot is either broken or I seriously tore a ligament in it because I fell yesterday. I had to go up a dose on my medication that helps my nightmares, but it's notoriously for lowering your blood pressure, and mine is naturally low. I got up to go to the bathroom and grab breakfast and many times nearly passed out from being so dizzy until I finally fell and my foot bent forward. I couldn't even walk by myself yesterday and am still really struggling today. Our family friend brought the boot she wore when she broke her foot over just a while ago, but if this doesn't help, Mom's demanding I go to the ER. Can you touch your toes? I don't know HOW I can, but I can, I guess from when I did yoga daily and I could pretty much go under my feet. What would you say is the best feeling in the world? Being in love and knowing they're in love with you, too. Have you ever “spoken” to any celebrities via Twitter? No. Do you like croissants? YESSSSSSSSSSS. Do you get a lot of traffic outside your house or not? Yes. Mom explained to me why one day because I'd asked, but idr what she said. Do you eat cereal bars? No, I'm a granola bar person. Would you consider yourself healthy? Uh no. Assuming you could speak and understand the language, would you ever study in a foreign, non-English speaking country? Sure, for like a year or so! Doing that in Germany would be amazing. Are you on any prescribed medication? A lot. Do you know any immigrants? I know an illegal one that got deported. I probably know others. Have you ever lived in university or college accommodation before? No. If you haven’t already, are you scared of leaving home? If you have, do you like it? Very scared. I'm just very dependent and ignorant on how to be an adult. If you could only eat one vegetable for a year (not including potatoes) what would it be? Broccoli. Do you have a certain routine in the bath or shower? What is it? Shave, shampoo, facial scrub, this exfoliating brush for your feet, and then body wash. Is there anything that you loved a year ago but just can’t stand now? Hm. I don't really know. What’s the weirdest meat you’ve ever eaten? I took the SMALLEST bite out of it because I couldn't stomach eating it, but after a lot of convincing I tried a microscopic bit out of deer jerky. If you smoke, what brand of cigarettes do you smoke? If you don’t, have you ever tried? Don't smoke and don't want to. Do you like dried fruit at all? what’s your favorite type? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

[allthelittlethingsihavetosa-blog]

#ItsJustAFleshWound {w/@HardGuytokill}

Piper   ::I looked over the Jones and Warners notes on files, they lacked so many things. Like what was actually asked and to who. Where her parents were, the fact that the man they were talking to was actual Miranda’s step father, so her real dad was out there somewhere with her maybe. Who knows, no one had questioned him. Had they bothered to look at up her mothers name they would have found previous cases of abuse and would have learned that her grandmother had custody. That was more than likely where she was. My eyes rolled instantly as I picked up the phone and dialed out her number, we were on speaking terms but Gwen and I weren’t friends. It rang one to many times for my liking and when she did answer her voice gave way more than she wanted it too::

Hey Gwen, It’s Piper.  I’m just calling to check in on you and Miranda, you two doing alright? Apparently there has been some trouble with her parents again and I’m  just making sure she’s ok.  ::There was a long, long pause before she spoke again, her voice trembling but still firm. “We’re fine, Piper, just came in from playing outside so please excuse my breathlessness.” She even chuckled nervously, anything to distract me from the truth, but I couldn’t just charge in because my gut told me something was off. “Miranda is doing fine, we both are. She’s been asking about you a lot…” The phone hit the floor and someone cried out NO before it cut off entirely. That was all the proof I needed before I was on my feet, already tucking my gun into it’s holster and reaching out for my cell to call Riggs for backup. I popped into the Chiefs office on my way out to give him the heads up to send back up:: I’ll need it, but keep them a block away, he sees any sign of them and everyone in that house is dead. I’ll head in with Riggs, see how far I can get, if I can’t get far I’ll just call and leave the line open. That will be the sign to send everything in. Don’t do /anything/ until then.

One look from the Chief Rowland and I knew he both hated and accepted what I had said, I didn’t wait long enough to hear any complaints he had to say, Anger was already coursing through my small frame as my fingers flexed over the wheel, Riggs was meeting me there. He was closer than I was, he was meeting with some contact getting information on another case we were working on. It seemed to be his thing lately to get info on the seeder side of things and I wasn’t about to deter him from that especially when his info was proving positive.

Riggs. -This was my new routine drowning my memories in booze and feelings in random women, while dodging my partners questions with bullshit like I was getting intel on the gangs shipments of drugs or more. I hated that I was lying to her. Hated that I was putting her life in danger every time we went out but that was just the way it was. She knew parts of my life but she didn’t know all of it, I kept it that way so she couldn’t give me that look that my father in law gave me. The one that was filled with pity and regret for allowing his daughter to marry me. I slammed back another shot, waving the glass at the gorgeous blonde behind the bar- Another beautiful. -FUCK. - Maybe hold off on that. But I would like your number for after this is finished, what time do you get off? -She grinned, I leaned over the bar and smirked sliding my card across the bar- Call me, I’ll get you off after you’re finished you’re finished your shift. I’ll even use my cuffs. - One wink later she tucked that card in her bra and I was out the door towards my car to drown myself in some cologne. A little visine to the the eyes and Piper would never be the wiser when I arrived at our meeting spot. Why couldn’t this just be an easy day. I deserved it, didn’t I?-

Piper: ::I parked about a block away then waited for Riggs to arrive, I was already wearing my bullet proof vest making sure that my weapons were loaded. I tucked two back up cartridges into my back pockets just in case then stood there waiting as always for my “partner”. Ten bucks said he was at some bar drowning whatever issues he had to whoever would listen instead of doing the same to the people who wanted to help him most. I groaned loudly. There were so many of us that wanted to help him but he never let us in close enough. I shook my head focusing again on the case, my phone held the layout of the house, it was simple. Once inside you walked into the living room, on the left was a wall and behind that was the kitchen. If you continued about twenty steps you turn you hit the hallway continue down there you would pass Miranda's room first and then her Grandma’s. Gwen usually stayed on the couch when she stayed over so I was willing to bet money that was were they were gathered right now. Riggs and I would have to go in the back and work our way forward to the living room.

A smoke bomb would just cause chaos, which of course Riggs would love but someone would end up shot and casualties were not an option. Not even to Miranda’s father. Jason, he was nothing short of a jackass abuser. He spent more time in jail then he did out of it. Coming out more dangerous every time he came out of the system, whatever he had going through his mind this time wasn’t good. Maybe it was drugs? Money? Fuck, money for drugs? I just needed this to go smoothly. Just as I was pulling my hair up into a ponytail Riggs pulled up behind me, pulling off his shades as he made his way over::

Riggs:   -Pulling the car to a stop I admired how gorgeous my partner really was in that moment, how hadn’t someone taken advantage of that? She caught me, fuck. How she went from a beaut to a staring demon surprised me. I got out and made my way over, chuckling- You really think Jason is this fuckin’ dumb, Pipes? Stupid enough to put his daughter in danger? He knows you’d find him of all people, you’ve been protectin’ that girl since birth. -I watched her body tense even her jaw as she gazed out at the house, muttering something about men under her breath- I’m just askin’ is all. How we goin’ in?

Piper: ::Sometimes Riggs astounded me, why he always had to question everything made it really hard not to shoot him in the foot. So very fucking hard.:: Why? I have no clue but we are here for a reason, Riggs, maybe he wants money? Drugs or worse. I don't know. That’s why we are going in quiet. You really think having the whole station here would be a good idea? ::I threw up my hands in sheer anger, I hated when I was questioned, especially when I knew I was doing the right thing.:: We are going in the back, you’ll wait five minutes before coming in quietly behind me. Just give me enough time to talk to Jason and see if I can get him off the edge before you come charging in ok? You think you can handle that? And don’t think I can’t smell the booze, Riggs, I need you to focus. Please. ::I practically begged the last word, he was the only backup I had, really the only person I really trusted within the force right now. I let my eyes close so I could collect myself before I closed the trunk and opened them enough to find his.:: You ready?

Riggs:: -She was pissed. It was more than plastered all over her face it was now showing in her actions and words. I fucked this up. Listening was my only option now.- Follow in five minutes after you. If I hear anythin’ that leads me ta thinkin’ any of y'all are in danger I’m comin’ in, Piper. Five minutes or not. -She shot me a look that would have killed if it could but she understood what I was saying, she knew the the rules. She wasn’t about to risk shit.  We made our way down towards the house, creeping along the bushes that lined the house until we were in the backyard. All seemed relatively quiet except for the yelling coming from the living room. Jason was screaming up a storm, smacking someone around that was for sure judging by Miranda’s cries to stop. At least he hadn’t made it to her yet.- You  have 3 minutes, Hart. That’s all I’m givin’ ya

Piper:: ::My heart sank the second I hear the screams mixed with Miranda’s cries, it was already to late for somethings. Too late to stop him from beating someone I wagered was Gwen.:: Wait here, I’ll take the three then come in. Just don’t charge Riggs for the love of god. ::I flashed him a glare before I gave the handle a turn and stepped him, my gun already drawn. Making my way around the house was made easy by the numerous visits I had made to Miranda and her grandmother, we’d made a connection when Gwen was arrested the first time and the little girl would call whenever she was in trouble. Trouble being anything from it’s hot to I can’t find my grandma. This is why I hated that she was in this situation. My back slid along the wall until the scene came into view. Jason had Gwen held up by her hair both her eyes a bright almost shining purple, lip bloodied and swelling. Grandma’s had been obviously been hit as well but she was now curled up in the corner beside Miranda. Poor girl had tears streaming down her cheek, sometime during this all she had peed her pants and was desperately trying to hide it. I was made the second she saw my face::

“PIPER” ::Miranda stood up to run and that’s when Jason pointed his gun her way, instantly grandma grabbed her leg and pulled her back::

{She moves and I will end her, Piper, without a second thought} “NO” ::Screamed Gwen trying anything to get loose now, she bit and clawed at any part of him she could.::

Come on, Jason, what the fuck? This isn’t you. You’ve never put her life on the line before, why now? ::I kept my gun trained on him while slowly moving myself between Miranda, grandma and himself:: What gives? Tell me and maybe we can talk this out. You know me, know I would do anything to help your kid and family. So talk to me. Tell me what’s happening. ::He paused a moment glancing down at Gwen, I didn’t know what he was thinking or what was going on in his mind just that he was still. My eyes wavered between his movements and the gun, then suddenly it dropped, the butt of his gun hitting his ex in the head. She was down in an instant. Still breathing but unconscious. There was a shrill, high pitched scream to my left:: “MOMMA”

JASON! I’ve given you a chance ::I stepped in closer completely forgetting about Riggs:: Put down the gun now.

{What are you going to do, Detective, shoot me in front of my kid? You really want to traumatize her further? You’re too soft for that shit. That’s the whole problem with you bitches. Too fucking soft. Gwen was a fucking bitch, couldn’t handle any fucking thing. She owed me money, owed the gang money and she blew us off to visit the kid. She was supposed to ask my mom for money, was supposed to meet up last night with it, She didn’t . She knew what would happen. Miranda will make a lot of fucking money for us.}

::I gasped, shaking my fucking head at what I was hearing. I stepped in one step closer unsure if I could keep myself from slapping this asshole with my own fucking gun:: You are ..there are no words for scum like you. Drop the gun, get down on your knees and put your hands on your hea…

Riggs: -I heard what was happening before I even went in, fucking Hart. She had no control before she even went in. Jason had it all. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Now she needed me to save her. I peek around the corner to see Gwen down, Miranda in her grandmas grasp and Piper in a full showdown with Jason. This was going to end one way and it wasn’t with my partner getting injured, it was with the perp getting one in the chest. At least if things went my way. I walked into the room slowly, neither seemed to notice until I called out- On your six, Hart. Jason I’d listen to her, I can take you out right here and now. Drop it. -He only seemed to grin darkly, Piper shifted a single inch and took two shots. One ripped through her side while the other buried itself in her abdomen. She turned to look at me before her hands covered the wounds, next she dropped to the floor. Miranda was in hysterics- Fuck. -This time there was no second thought, Jason knew it was over he dropped the gun and got down on his knees and instantly his hands were lifting to settle behind his head. I didn’t give two shits. I shot before he had his secondhand lifted, I kicked him back watching as he began to bleed out, the put the gun back in his palm.

Next came calling in the calvary- I need an ambulance to this location, Harts down. Suspects down. I repeat. I need an ambulance for Hart. ASAP.  -I was at her side before I finished, adding pressure to her wounds- Come on, Piper, you won’t give up this easy darlin’. I know you got some fight in you. -I barely heard what she said as people began bursting through the door- “I said…..don..t….bust in -She blinked a few more times and we lost her. The paramedics pushed me out of the way yammering about iv’s and shit I didn’t understand, soon enough they were gone with her in tow. While half the squad watched all wondering whether she would make it or not but we all knew it would heaven or hell would have a hell of a fight on their hands. She wasn’t one to go down easily-

[jaeminlore]

werewolf!sicheng

here we go w the next monster in the monct house

the way sicheng appeared is a bit of a sad tail tale tbh

so as a werewolf, sicheng was a part of a pack deep in the woods behind monct’s house

he didn’t even know it was there tbh

in case this isn’t obvious,,, sicheng is the runt of his pack

and he basically gets picked on all the time especially by the alfa and the beta of the pack

like they make everything extra hard on him and basically scold him when he can’t do the impossible

and one day sicheng has just had enough like he’s terrified that his own pack members are going to go too far with their punishments and actually kill him

he used to be afraid of running away bc he knew that he would be officially classified as a rogue and his scent wouldn’t belong to any pack

he’d be on his own,,,, and treading back into any kind of pack territory would be an immediate death sentence

and he’s scared and alone,, but he knows this is what he has to do

a pack is supposed to be a family,,, and sicheng only feels like a prisoner

so one night he darts off

he’s the quickest werewolf in his pack, so this works in his favor

OH wait let’s describe the wv: werewolf visuals for a moment shall we

okay you know during johnny’s communication center when winwin looks super duper soft and his hair is that pretty shade of copper brown i know y'all sleep on his visuals but you have to remember look

bc when sicheng transforms into his wolf version, his fur is that same soft copper and his eyes are still big and curious to the world

and he’s limber, both as a wolf and as a human

but he isn’t the slyest,,,, and within ten minutes of running he can already hear his alfa howling from the pack headquarters

it’s threatening and scary and maybe ten minutes is a good head start in human speed but as a werewolf sicheng is doomed if he doesn’t find a hiding place quick

he darts to the left until he sees a light,,,,,, which he realizes is a human house

and…….. tbh………. he’s never seen a human before like he’s heard a bunch of legends about how they’re scary creatures who poke monsters w pitchforks and light werewolf homes on fire

so he’s highkey terrified to go anywhere near the house

but he needs to hide, so he squeezes through the doggy door in the back door of the house

and he panics once he’s in the house bc he can sniff humans and he’s terrified of them finding him so he runs up the stairs,,, into the first room he can find,,,, and he crawls under the bed

and he’s just hoping all the werewolves in his pack won’t come into the house,,, but he knows they can smell him,,,,,

so hesitantly he creeps out from under the bed and looks around for any kind of cologne or perfume

his eyes finally catch on an entire perfume shelf lol like whoever owns this room must collect them for the aesthetic or smth

sicheng just thinks he’s lucky

he transforms back into his human form and like grabs the vials,,,,, and just pours them all over his body,,,,,, and then he pours the rest into the carpet, transforms back into his wolf form,,,,, and rolls around in it to mask his natural scent

this is how you find him LOL

you had just gotten back from your classes and you can smell the absolute floral and fruity storm wafting from your room

and you walk in to see a wolf rolling around in spilled perfume

and tbh you’re a bit startled at first, but you’re even more startled when the wolf notices you and retreats to the corner of your room, its tail between its legs

“hey,,, doggo,,,, idk how you got in here but would you like some food? my moms got a whole t-bone steak in the freezer that i kinda don’t want to cook up so,,,, you can have it if you want”

and the wolf kind of cocks his head to the side as if it’s confused,,,,,,, and before your eyes the wolf forms into a boy,,, a rlly cute boy that is

and he pulls his knees up to his chest like “aren’t you going to poke me w a pitchfork for stealing your perfume?”

you kind of shrug like “look my grandma gets me new perfume every year for my birthday and christmas so i’m just glad they’re finally getting some use.”

“oh” and his voice is so soft and low like he geuinely looks scared of you,,,,, he keeps discreetly checking you out through his eyelashes, only to duck down when you make eye contact w him

“why’d you put it all on anyway?”

nd v v quietly and slowly, sicheng explains how he is a werewolf running away from an abusive pack,,,, and he’s afraid of being caught

and youre like dude!! don’t worry abt it let’s get you cleaned up and fed before i call some friends

so while sicheng takes a bath and gets all the dirt, grime, and fragrance off of him,,,, you call up human!doyoung,, who you know from university

“yo don’t you live at that monster house? can you take one more?”

doyoung agrees to set up a sleeping place for yet another monster

so when sicheng comes out of the bath, freshly clothed in an oversized sweater and some sweatpants you found, you grab his hand like “i found you a place to live!”

and he’s lowkey not rlly excited like he’s already met enough new people for one day thank you very much

but you’re persistent that these people will help him a lot more than you ever could

and you lowkey can’t have a boy at your house when your parents come home it just won’t end well

so sicheng agrees and you drop him off at the monct house

and the first to welcome him is zombie!yuta, who smells like a mix of rotting flesh and honey, and witch!mark, who is excited to meet his new roommate

and sicheng is pretty closed off for the first few days like he accepts the food doyoung slides under his door and then he sleeps the rest of the time

now listen,,,,, around the full moon,,,,, werewolves are forced to transform to like their top physical wolf form

and it isn’t like the soft wolves in the forest,,,, it’s like those creepy walking wolf creatures with elongated spines and long nails

and it hurts a lot,,,, but it can also make sicheng rlly horrible for the night like every wolf gets bloodthirsty and violent and just wants to kill

sicheng warns the rest of the boys abt this and they agree to lock him in a spare bedroom for the night

and none of them can sleep during the night bc sicheng is howling and whimpering and he sounds like he’s in so much pain

mark leaves in the middle of the night to his room to “work on something”

and shapeshifter!jaemin,, after nearly biting off his lower lip in worry, finally transforms into a puppy and toddles over to the bedroom to peak under the crack in the door

he barks for a bit,,,,,,, and it’s like the wolf in sicheng felt a bit of comfort

like wolves are pack creatures and can get super lonely, alright,,,, and sicheng’s been lonely his entire life like he’s never ever been comforted by anything or anyone before

and the rest of nct take after jaemin’s lead,,, like forest fairy!jeno does what he can to try and make passion flowers (which have been proven to calm a dog’s seperation anxiety) grow under the door

witch!mark comes out of his bedroom w a few potion vials under his arm and soot in his hair “i made some healing and sleeping potions for as soon as he’s out of there”

and doyoung calls you bc well,,, you knew sicheng first and he feels it’s important you know what’s happening

but when you get there they seem to have it under control

ghost!jaehyun slides through the walls every hour to update everyone on sicheng’s condition,,, and the worn out werewolf has fallen asleep to the sounds of jaemin speaking puppy talk to him and the sweet scent of the calming plants jeno keeps growing out of nervousness

the next day when sicheng comes out everyone is babying him hardcore

like vampire!taeil wraps a wool blanket around his shoulders and imp!chenle and imp!jisung decided to refrain from unscrewing the salt jar, just so sicheng could have a peaceful morning, and witch!mark is shoving potions down sicheng’s throat

even swamp monster!taeyong becomes motherly w his water bottles reminding sicheng to stay hydrated after his long night!!!!

and sicheng just starts crying???

invisible man!ten is like what did we do what did we do taeiL YOU MADE HIM CRY

but sicheng can only shake his head like “i’m not upset,,, i’m happy”

you dump an entire steak meal in front of him like eat this while you talk you need strength

but all of nct are waiting for an explanation

so sicheng just opens up abt his previous pack and how mean they were for no reason,,,, and he lifts his shirt to show everyone all the scars he has from their cruel punishments

and he looks at you, who nods for him to keep talking,,,,,, and sicheng finally looks at the rest of monct like

“you guys have shown me what a true pack is,,,, i’ve never felt this loved and safe,,,, thank you,,,”

and now it’s an entire monster crying fest like you write your number down on a note and leave it for sicheng before getting the heck out of there

bc when taeyong cries it’s like a mini flood and no one wants to be ankle-deep in that swamp water if they can help it

but everyone is so touched they can’t help it???

IT’S A GROUP HUG

and after that sicheng is a lot less quiet around the boys and you

he helps cook and clean and sometimes gets caught chasing his tail when he’s bored

jaemin still transforms into a puppy whenever he wants just so wolf!sicheng has someone to run around with

and sicheng doesn’t call you bc he has no idea how to use a phone

taeil helps him w a lot of stuff like that

yuta tried to teach sicheng how to flirt but that rlly didn’t turn out great

turns out sicheng can’t flirt at all and has no idea how to act on a date like your first date consists of food cooked by taeil and then a nap on the couch

10 outta 10 really you thought it was great

so yeah sicheng is still learning some stuff

but he learns rlly fast and his savagery skills even outdid the dreamies after he practiced a bit

he’s a great edition to the house

except when he transforms into a wolf and sits on the couch,,, he sheds everywhere and doyoung will not hesitate to chase him w a vacuum cleaner

yeah,,, and also,,,, after a few months sicheng stopped being able to smell his old pack,,,, so they must’ve left the woods to find a warmer home for winter

sicheng is so releaved and happy

he finally has a home and friends who love him and a person he highkey already has his heart he just doesn’t quite know what that means yet

so yeah,,, that’s werewolf!sicheng !!

this was fun to write! sorry there wasn’t much sicheng x reader! anyway, part of the collab w @trickortaeil ♥️

[lgbtloudhouse]

The fall of Lgbtloudhouse. A Story based on real events. An au of reality.

Depression. It wasn’t as bad as it seemed, for a certain young girl… at least not in their eyes… Celeste B was a normal fangirl. She would laugh and cry over things people called “for kids”.. Well, it was for kids! And she still was a kid, so she enjoyed the things she liked to do. Drawing, editing, watching The Loud House and obsessing over the characters. She loved the show and it was one of her favorite things to watch. She would make connections with them and pick out things about them that she would relate to. “Ok, come on, Luan is gay as hell and y'all know it.” She said to no one in particular, but just thinking out loud. She would just browse tumblr looking at some of her favorite blogs and the ones she makes friends with. They were one of the reasons she lift her head up and smiled. Until one day. Let’s just say to summarize it, she was mentally unstable and ill. She took meds for it, but she still had her moments. Her weaknesses. Her downfalls. It turned dark.

Celeste was scrolling through one day and came across something disturbing. People were calling her out. She looked closer, confused and worried. “Its just a drawing, get over it!” “Wow, I can’t believe some little kid is getting triggered over a simple drawing. Jump only drew an oc!” “Lmao damn sjw’s crying again kys”

“W-what.??” Celeste felt something hit her heart. Was this really happening? /oh.. well, it’s nothing. I’m pretty sure it’s just some trolls…/ But she’ll come soon to know that it was more than just trolls she was dealing with.

-some while later- Celeste was doing well. Drawing random lil things here and there. Going on tumblr was hard, but she still loved it. …..

“Oh.. oh my GOD!!!” Celeste put her hand over her mouth in fear. What is this… this… thing she’s looking at? “Did.. they… they… drew PORN of me???” She was shaking, trying not to cry. She needed to talk to someone about this.

Her friends. The safe squad.

She opened up her messages.

Lgbtloudhouse: Queenie! I.. I found something, it’s very very disturbing.. QB: what is it? *lgbtloudhouse sent a link* QB: oh my lord.. These trashies don’t know when yo stop. I can’t believe they’d stoop to such a low level. I’ll handle it. For now, block aval0nx and report it. Lgbtloudhouse: ok..

Celeste was sitting in her room, just trying to ignore everything. Why would someone so such a thing to a mentally ill teenager who only wanted some peace? She sighed, and went to bed.

-some days later-

Celeste had a huge headache. Dealing with internet creeps was not going well for her. She tried to ignore it, but each time she would make it feel bad about herself. She still couldn’t believe what happened. She just wanted a break, but she couldn’t.. She didn’t know why, or what was holding her back, but she knew it wasn’t good.

/time to see what’s going on again../ she thought.

“You are worse than cancer. You are incurable, never go away, and torments people for the rest of there life’s to the point where you want to kill yourself. I don’t think I need to explain why for both points.”

“Let’s see lgbtloudhouse use those insults later when she isn’t some snobby kid whos parents probably buy her everything she wants, she thinks the whole world has to bow to her just because she thinks we should. Lgbtloudhouse is just a spoiled brat. You can practically smell the friendlessness and bitch from that kid.”

“Lgbtloudhouse is a cunt.”

“She must be a real dumbass cunt if she thought she won. I will use the word strongly. Dumbass cunt.”

“Queenie is just using lgbtloudhouse. Like a tool. She doesnt care about her feelings”

“We may like fictional incest but for the love of God act better than lgbtloudhouse and safehouse!”

“New comic. Page 1/10. Chapter one: a "Celestial” being.“

/NO…/

/OH MY.. GOD…/

Celeste could not believe what she was seeing. Her mind felt like it was crumbling apart trying to stay stable.

/leave. I’m gonna leave./ she thought.

Upon finding more chaos.. she decided to take a break.

Until one day.

A fellow friend of hers decided to message her to inform her on what has happened. Something that she’d never seen before. Let’s call this guy, "Lines”. No shade or anything negative to Lines. But Celeste discovered something horrific that shook her to the core. He sent her some photos in warning to her.

“There’s something I found online.. and i think you need to see this..”

“Sure, what is it?”

*Lines sent a photo*

“Do the world a favor, and do the n— jig off the nearest tree.” One photo showed a Celeste glancing at a rope along with a Clyde dangling on a tree, dead, in the background. Sucide baiting. Something inside of Celeste broke. She couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Also…”

*Lines sent a photo*

This is when the worst happened.

Celeste. Her being violated, drawn pornography of her and Lincoln was showed on her phone. Uncensored. With Lynn and Lars, loud house canon genderbents, watching and getting off in the front.

Celeste dropped her phone. Her family was out. She began to shake. Cry. Scream. Tear at her skin. Sobbing and crying hysterically, couldn’t take it anymore. She ran to the kitchen. Threw open the drawer. Grabbed the biggest knife she could find.

She tearfully ran back into her room. She turned off the lights and closed her curtains.

But grabbed a pencil and some paper and began writing.

Dear family,

Let me just explain why you are in this unfortunate situation. As you know, I love the loud house and I began to go on a site called tumblr. I found many sweet and lovely friends on there. Let me just give out their names because I really want my beautiful friends to thrive through this horrible time. They are: queenbean03, fangirl20, brighteronthesunnyside, adh2d, vanillafrappelatte, transfairycosmo, loud-siblings-against-loudcest, thebigcrunchone9, asknightvaleandgravityfalls, underratedhero, phandomtrashnumerouno, spectrumbunny, skwhy, sourbetes, thecyancat, summeroverdrive, hadenohade, kirby-universe, doctorgalaxy101, wonderingaboutwander, lifeismarvelous, tamamajasper, animatedtrash4, Adrianacartoonfangirl, and many other beautiful souls and friends. I’m so sorry this happned. I was going through tumblr and I started to get bullied. First it was insults, then name calling, then death and suicide threats, then drawn porn of me. Tell Caleb (my brother, 6), Ariel (sis, 5), grandma, and the family and my friends that I love them. I love you guys so much, but I can’t take this anymore. Love, Celeste.

She raised the knife over herself. And.. *thump*.

“Celeste! We’re home!” Celeste’s mother Jennifer called out. They brought home cheese pizza, which they knew she loved. They also noticed that she hasn’t been coming out of her room lately and looked noticeably sad. They got some pizza to make her happy again.

“Hmmm. Why are all the lights off?”

Celeste’s dad, Rich, shrugged.

“Maybe she wanted some dark.”

“Yeah, but all of them?”

“Yeah that’s weird. Caleb, go wake up your sister.”

“Okay!!!” Caleb was Celeste’s little brother. He can be a handful, but he’s still her brother. He, like his sister, has autism, adhh, ocd, and is in general very hyper but still loving.

He ran to her door and opened it.

She was laying on the floor.

Caleb ran out to tell their mom.

“Mom, Celeste is sleeping on the floor!”

Jennifer laughed. “You’re so silly Caleb. I’ll go get her.”

She walked over to her door. And screamed.

Laying on the floor, was her daughter Celeste. Dead.

“What the???!?!

She looked closer.. and gasped.

A knife was in her head.

She then saw, this was self-inflicted. Suicide.

-month later-

It was a dark and depressing day in South Carolina. Raindrops covered the graveyard like grass covering land. Despite it being summer everyone felt a chill inside their hearts.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of daughter Celeste B. She was a wonderful spirit and lovely girl. But then the harsh pain of evil came over her in despair. May we all come together and this heavenly soul rest in peace. And may the world have peace in future cyberbullying to stop. And for acts of hate against this lady and other victims of cyberbullying to decrease quickly. Amen.”

It was a shame. Love will be found in all the right places. May we come together and figure out that what you say can have a impact on someone’s life. I am glad I never killed myself. I am strong but weak. Beautiful yet fragile. Loving yet fearless. Now what would you react if this actually happned and I did commit sucide? Love yourself and choose your ways carefully. Love eachother and find peace. I am strong for staying. Don’t give up for light or life. You are loved, my love.