#someone says (possibly lies) that they don't want his help? great stuff he's going home now and he's going to take a nap

[ruvviks]

the most fun thing about ambrose to me is that he is a guy who will literally just leave. if he doesn't like a situation he's going to walk away

[yeoosaangg]

Bad Idea || Kinktober - Day 3

pairing ▸ jung wooyoung × f!reader

now playing ▸ bad idea - dove cameron

⤷ ❝i've got a lot of sins, but you're my favorite.❞

genre ▸ college au, (one-sided) "enemies" to lovers, kinda angsty, smut

warnings ▸ mommy kink, dry humping, marking, degradation, biting, mentions of depression, self-harm, blood, attempted suicide, hospitalization

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You sit in a circle, bored out of your mind.

A bunch of drunk college students thought it'd be fun to play a silly party game called "Seven Minutes in Heaven".

The last pair of students came back with swollen lips and a few hickeys.

Typical.

Chaewon: Alright! Y/n, spin the bottle.

Y/n: I told you I wasn't playing.

Chaewon: Just do it once! You don't actually have to do stuff in the closet. Just wait until the seven minutes are over.

If she wasn't your friend, you'd punch her. But you sigh, spinning the stupid bottle.

It comes to a stop and you look up at the chosen one you'd be locked in a closet with.

Oh, fuck no! Absolutely not.

Chaewon: Off you two go! Try not to kill each other please.

Easy for her to say!

Wooyoung smirks, confidently walking towards the closet. You follow, putting as much distance between you and the boy as possible.

Hendery: Game starts as soon as I close this door.

Then he slams it shut, locking it from the outside.

Wooyoung: I see you’ve grown out of your baby cheeks.

Y/n: Is that a compliment?

Wooyoung: Just an observation.

Y/n: Whatever.

He chuckles.

Wooyoung: Haven't seen you since junior year of high school.

You cross your arms, staring at your feet. Why is he talking to you like you're old friends catching up. You just want to leave this stupid closet.

Y/n: For good reason.

Wooyoung: Why? We used to be great friends.

Y/n: Like you care.

Wooyoung: Of course I care.

If he did, he would've been there for you when you needed him the most. But he wasn't.

Y/n: Just shut up.

Wooyoung frowns. You never talked to him this way before, what happened? Why'd you drift so far away from him? When did you get so cold?

Wooyoung: Why do you hate me so much?

You scoff. There's no need for him to know, it already happened.

Y/n: Figure it out if you want to know so bad.

He whines quietly.

It'd be easier to clear the air if you'd just talk to him. Why are you being difficult?

He pouts, not liking how you're ignoring him. So he starts kicking your leg to catch your attention.

Y/n: Quit it!

Wooyoung: Not until you tell me what I did.

Y/n: Ugh, fine!

He smiles triumphantly, leaning forward with anticipation.

Y/n: Remember when I spam called you the night you went to Yeosang's birthday party?

He nods.

He was going to call you back when Yeosang took his phone away so he wouldn't be distracted. He meant to follow up with you, but you disappeared.

Y/n: Massive trigger warning, but I was going through a rough depressive episode and needed someone to distract me from doing something really bad.

Wooyoung's smile drops, his shoulders slumping in sadness.

Y/n: When you didn't pick up, I got upset and the bad thoughts got worse. My mom was home, so I couldn't do it there... But I ended up walking to the nearby bridge.

Wooyoung's stomach tightens, a few tears falling down his face.

Y/n: I took out the razor blade I had in my pocket and cut really deep into my arms. I threw it into the river below me and I climbed the railing.

Wooyoung's bottom lip trembled, taking your hand in his. You didn't pull away from him, which made him feel hopeful.

Y/n: Before I could jump, Haknyeon saved me.

Wooyoung: My friend?

Y/n: Mhm. He said his family was on their way back from eating out at a restaurant when he recognized me and told his dad to stop the car.

Wooyoung: I'm happy he did.

Y/n: I wasn't. But he never told anyone what happened. He covered for me and lied to my mom about what happened. He helped me get better until I fully recovered.

He should thank Haknyeon. His best friend wouldn't be here today if he hadn't been there to save you.

Wooyoung: That's why you randomly disappeared... Because you were in the hospital.

You nod, smiling at him.

Y/n: Very dark period in my life. I still have some days where I'm feeling icky, but not as bad as that day. I hope I never get to that point again.

Wooyoung: I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

Y/n: You didn't know. But I still held a grudge 'cause you promised never to ignore me.

Wooyoung: And I wasn't! But Yeosang took my phone and told me to stop letting you distract me.

Y/n: Why would I be a distraction?

He clears his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed now. It's not an appropriate time to talk about that.

Hendery: Five minutes!

Right, they're still playing the game.

Wooyoung: Ain't no way that was two minutes. This feels rigged!

Hendery: Maybe if you weren't boring and kissed her, time would go by faster!

Kiss?!

Wooyoung: He's crazy.

Y/n: Yeah, but he's hot so it cancels out.

Wooyoung: You think he's hot?

Y/n: Well, yeah. But I wouldn't date him.

Wooyoung: Would you fuck him?

Huh?

Y/n: Why're you asking?

Wooyoung: I'm curious.

Y/n: No. We're both dominant types in the bedroom, it wouldn't work out.

He hums in acknowledgement.

Wooyoung: What about me? Would you fuck me?

Y/n: Do you want me to?

He shivers in place before answering.

Wooyoung: Yes.

Oh!

Wooyoung clears his throat, not expecting the conversation to have gone this route.

But he likes it.

Wooyoung: I've always had a crush on you. Ever since we met, actually.

Y/n: Damn. If you had asked me out when were were kids, I would've accepted.

Wooyoung: And if I ask you now?

Y/n: I wouldn't hate the idea.

Wooyoung: Do you want to go on a date with me?

Your smile beams, making his worries disappear.

Y/n: I'd love to, baby.

He giggles, hiding his face behind his hands. You coo, moving to sit next to him.

Wooyoung: Can I call you Mommy when we're alone?

Fucking hell.

Y/n: Yeah, baby. You most definitely can.

Wooyoung: Okay.

You can see him let himself go, letting you see the side of him no one else can see.

Wooyoung: Can I kiss you, Mommy?

Y/n: Come sit on my lap, precious.

He wastes no time sitting on your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck. His body melts at your touch, your lips dancing with his.

He angles his hips so his crotch rubs against your clothed heat. He softly whines into your mouth, loving the feeling of having you to himself.

Y/n: Baby, can I mark you?

Wooyoung: Yes, please. Want people to know I'm Mommy's.

You smile, pulling down the fabric of his hoodie. Your hot tongue licks the skin of his collarbone before you paint a few red marks on him.

You know they'll bruise later.

His hips stutter, loving how intimate and scandalous this was. Inside of someone else's closet at that.

Y/n: Look at you, so desperate for me. Mommy's little whore.

Wooyoung: Mommy, please.

Y/n: Please, what, baby?

Wooyoung hides in the crook of your neck as his rhythm picks up pace, whimpering at how good he's feeling.

Hendery: Three minutes!

Wooyoung quietly whines. He doesn't want this moment to end. He pulls down your shirt and starts biting your shoulder.

Y/n: I like that a lot, baby.

You moves your hands from his hips to his ass, giving him a hard squeeze. He chokes on his moan, not wanting Hendery to hear.

Y/n: Is my pretty boy feeling shy?

Thing is, he has no problem acting like an arrogant asshole all the the time. But when it comes to the bedroom, he turns into mush and wants to be held.

He wants you to reduce him to nothing but Mommy's fucktoy.

Y/n: Aww, look at you. What happened to the boy that was so bold and sure of himself just moments ago? Why do you seem so small now?

His brain short-circuits. Your tone was sickenly sweet and soft, but your words were mocking him. It's confusing his brain.

Y/n: What's wrong, baby? Is it too much to process with that little brain of yours, hm?

Wooyoung: I- Um, w-we... What's-

He looks so fucking cute. You want to fuck him silly, but that can wait for another day.

Y/n: Look at you, stuttering and tripping over you words. How about I shut you up, baby.

He gasps as you kiss him. He feels so good, loving the way you're holding him.

You hum, sliding your hand under his hoodie. You pull him impossibly closer, using your tongue to part his lips.

He quietly whines, rememberng where you guys were.

Hendery: One minute!

Y/n: How about you make yourself cum, baby?

Wooyoung presses into you, the friction stimulating you both. He inhales another moan, trying his best to keep his sounds at bay.

Wooyoung: Gonna cum, Mommy.

His muffled words were so cute, but you understand him perfectly.

Y/n: Go ahead, baby. Let it out for me.

His hips stutter, releasing inside his underwear. You cum at the same time, feeling your panties soak.

He whines, feeling sticky but so good.

Wooyoung: Thank you, Mommy. Was so good.

Y/n: Of course, my cute boy. Now, fix yourself up, We've got 15 seconds.

You smirk, watching him pull down his oversized hoodie over the front of his jeans. He wipes his face and fixes his hair just in time.

Hendery: Wow, you two really are lame.

Y/n: Thanks, Dery.

Hendery: You guys didn't even talk?

Y/n: What's there to talk about?

Your friend rolls his eyes and pushes you out of the closet.

Wooyoung immediately goes back into his confident and arrogant persona. But you know the truth.

Wooyoung: She's a buzzkill, dude. I need another drink.

They wrap their arms around each other and follow you back into the other room so other people can play the game.

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a/n: yeah, idk. i think i'm incapable of NOT adding some sort of plot... the song barely has connection to the fic, i just like it. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[thoughtfulfoxllama]

I wish I could just fully understand and know how to deal with my trauma

Even more than that, I wish more than anything I didn't have to go through the stuff I did. And I'm just mad that everyone I grew up around either actively harmed me, or stood by and let it happen

I never felt safe at home. My mother and uncle were in & out of jail, and drug addicts. My uncle was an alcoholic, who repeatedly attempted suicide in front of me. In the rare event they were both out of jail, they would shout at each other all the time, punch through walls & doors, and in one case, push each other across the room (leading to my mother dragging me out of the house, and trying to make me sleep on a park bench over the night)

And then there's how they'd treat me. If I got bad grades (basically, below A+), they would yell at me, telling me if never be worth anything. My mother told me that I'd better get a good job, so she can have somewhere to live when her mother dies. She lost custody of her little brother because of all the drugs she was on, and just needed to go to rehab for 6 months. I literally begged her, crying to go, but she didn't think it was worth it (showing how much she values us)

My uncle claimed he loved me, but treated me as "one of the guys" (and, I'm just saying, the fact he was in his 30s-40s, buying beer for teens, and letting his 4 year old nephew drink one is sus). That's when he wasn't dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night to eat dinner (giving me horrible rug burn on my chest after dragging me all the way to the kitchen), or burning me with a cigarette

And my grandmother, she basically raised me. She said she didn't want to lose another grandchild (my mother abandoned my sister with her paternal grandparents, and my older brother was taken away because she did Meth when she was pregnant with him). But, she said she'd never stop her from seeing me

The issue is, she neglected me. Anyone who knew me after 2016 knows about the time I had a 104° fever for 2 days straight, and I didn't go to the hospital (thankfully, the fever broke before I did). But the fact she knew her children were delinquents, and still got them to watch me is unbelievable. She continued to let them watch me, even when both of them had restraining orders, because they were too horrible to be around kids. But no one was there to advocate for me, so I had to live through that for 15 years

And then there's the mental stuff. I was horribly bullied at school (and still preferred it to home, which she knew, so that should've told her something), and she didn't question why. I was eventually diagnosed with ADHD & Depression. I'm self-DXed with Autism, but most places won't do adult testing. So, what did my grandmother do: she ignored it. She lied whenever someone asked if I was ever tested for ADHD or Autism (I never was, but she repeatedly said I wasn't). And I don't blame my teachers anymore (because there's apparently a stupid law that they're not allowed to even bring up the possiblity of a kid having some disorder), but I blame her for not caring enough to even look into it. And for instilling ableism I'm me, so I never considered the possibility (well, I considered it several times, but I refused to accept it, because I couldn't bring myself to actually look past my preconceptions until I was adopted)

Eventually, my life settled down when my Great-Grandmother had a fall, and we moved in. She didn't much like me, but we avoided each other for the most part. Then, my grandmother died. She never taught me to live on my own (I couldn't even do laundry). I lost 40 pounds in 2 months because I was just too depressed to eat. I still don't think I'm over it, because even though I'm mad at her, she was the woman who raised me

And I won't deny that religious trauma is real for most people, but the LDS Church helped me alot, and continues to help me. I have a community that actually cares, friends who genuinely like me, and a philosophy & theology that teaches I am divine, worth loving. I have issues with the culture (such as my worth being defined by my work), but ultimately, it does more good in my life

And I don't know how to deal with any of this. I still deal with self-hatred, occasional outbursts (which further deepen the aforementioned self hatred), and a general "eh" feeling (it's way worse without my meds, and I've had a few bursts of real happiness recently)

I don't want to hang on to the past. But I don't know how to deal with everything (because this doesn't even cover it all. I never mentioned things like when I was SAed when I was 5, because it wasn't done by anyone I was related to).

[liptonsbabe]

Havoc [Thomas]

A Maze Runner fanfiction

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Summary: When the reader, the second-in-command of the village goes out into the maze looking for a way out, the last thing she hopes to find is a whole new community on the other side of the walls. Much less, when it seems to be inhabited only by boys her age.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey! This is my very first fanfic here and i decided to start with some tmr stuff ;) English not my mother language so please let me know if something is wrong. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter one: Leaving home

YOU WAKE UP THAT DAY WITH AN INCREDIBLE MOOD, although things in the village were not encouraging at all.

The dew hadn't fallen yet when you were already in front of the maze, impatiently waiting for the doors to open. You were carrying a backpack with the breakfast on your back, the belt resting on your hips, and an awl strategically hidden in your back pocket.

You didn't understand why your heart was beating so fast even if the night before had been the worst of all. The disease was progressing, it was devastating the village and the parents were leaving their children alone. You trembled in your place. You've never seen anything like that before. The illness, the confusion, the tiredness, the agony. The desease was ending with all of you. If you and the trackers didn’t find a way out as you had promised, then the village would be devastated.

You couldn't allow it. You weren't going to give up. Maybe the answer was out there, waiting for you and you weren't going to keep it waiting.

Maybe the feeling of your restless heart was a good sign. Maybe your heart was sensing things that you could not know and, with a little bit of luck, get it right as he almost always did.

The village had exits from its four points, so, as the sun was in the west that day, you decided to start with the east gate, considering it a good sign. You pulled your hair up in a high ponytail, ate an apple as fast as you could, and waited for the doors to move.

A curtain of dust and pebbles rose in front of your face as you listened the doors opening. That day the main corridor to the maze had a strange smell, but you thought that your nose was already damaged by the medicines and infusions that you had been smelling in the nursery, so you ignored it. You adjusted your boots waiting for the stench to disperse when a strong pull carried you backwards, scaring you.

“What the hell...? Asenat! "You muttered releasing the grip on your shirt. The girl smiled haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest “How many times do I have to tell you to not pull me like that? I hate being pulled!

“You can do it as many times as you want, I honestly don't care, I'll keep doing it anyways”

“You're an idiot”

“Where do you think you are going?” Cassidy asked, standing next to Asenat, both of them staring at you with their arms crossed over their chests and frowning. You rolled your eyes

“To do my job, the same as you should be doing right now”

"You are no longer a tracker”

“I am the leader, I can give myself that position”

"Second leader," Asenat corrected you, "After Richard, and he was the one who gave you the order to stay in the village, remember?"

You clicked your tongue as the trackers were already leaving to the maze. Asenat caught your shirt between her fingers again preventing you from running. Cassidy sighed, shaking her head. If something was clear to them about you, it was how stubborn you could be.

“Yes, I remember”

"Do you still have those headaches?"

"No," you lied. You'd been feeling terrible headaches for a couple of weeks now, before Richard fell sick from what the villagers called the glow. The man, who was also a tracker, had found you in the middle of your section with a terrible bruise on the back of your head and a pool of blood surrounding you. He carried you to the village, and when you were sufficiently recovered, you mentioned having a terrible pain and falling unconscious hitting the stone. Richard didn't need to know more to remove you from your job, forbidding you to return to the maze until your headaches were better. Until the night before you hadn't felt any pain, so you assumed you were fine “I'm great, don't worry about me. It was an accident”

"Yeah, are you sure?"

“Completely”

"Even if it were so, you are not allowed to go out," Cassidy said, determined. "We need you here, my friend."

"I'll be back before dark”

"Things don't work that way anymore," Cassidy replied, looking at you with a frown. "Richard hasn't died yet." His rules are still ours and since when we can do whatever we want?

“Don’t say it like that”

"You know Richard is not going to survive" Asenat lowered her voice preventing any other villagers from hearing her "he will die like the rest of the infected and when that happens all this will be over. We can continue with the rules that he made, but that will not be enough. There are families dying every day, our duty is to take care of them. We have a pact, okay? Treat the disease first, look for a way out later”

"How long are we going to keep waiting?" You asked, taking a step forward. Asenat sighed, "Three? Four? Another five years? This place is falling apart. If we really want to help the remaining villagers we need to find a way out, take them home, give them a better life, heal them "

"Nobody assures us that we will be better out there than here"

"Let's take the risk, we won't lose anything just by trying"

"We have kids in here, even babies. Their parents have died and they depend on us.

"This time it will be different" you said looking at them pleadingly "It's crazy, but something tells me that today we will find the answers we have been looking for. I could assure you that. Do you believe me? Do you trust me enough to believe in what my heart feels?”

Cassidy and Asenat looked at each other. Richard was still sick, confined to his cabin with the doctors trying to keep him alive. The night before he had lost part of the skin on his arms and his uncontrollable anger had made them tie him to the bed, however, that didn’t mean that in his small lapses of serenity he did not realize what was happening in the village.

Asenat shrugged her arms, leaving the decision to Cassidy. In her role as a teacher, she had no say in that situation and she didn't really care too much. You were reckless and almost always clumsy, but you had good ideas and that had helped you become te mainstay of the village. However Cassidy as the third in charge represented the third head of the monster. She would be the leader at Richard's death and if you didn't get back from the maze in time and that terrified her. She was not afraid of responsibility, nor making important decisions, but that represented visualizing a future where the three of you were not together and she preferred not to think about it.

"You know we do," she replied. "There hasn't been a single day when we doubted in your good judgment, but ..."

"It's different," Asenat said rubbing her chin. "The village doesn't feel like it used to. We are used to death, we can handle it, but the feeling of having it lurking over our heads is unbearable. The maze is not better. It is changing. I listen to it every night. The steel lobsters clattering through the halls. The giant woke up and will not go back to sleep”

"Cassidy," you called her, squeezing her hands. The girl sighed, thinking of the possibilities you guys had. Staying with your arms crossed was not an option, but neither was breaking the trust Richard had placed in all of you. Asenat watched you. The three of you shared the same fear, the same confusion and the same dread of losing the entire village. There were children who required the presence of someone capable to guide them, men and women waiting in fear to be infected with the glow and babies crying to feel the arms of their dead parents. You clenched her hands tighter. You needed to be covered for a few hours only and, in return, you would find the way out. You could do it, you trusted your instincts “Please...”

Cassidy sighed.

"We'll cover you until lunchtime, that's all."

"I only need that”

"Come back in one piece, will you?" She begged, looking at a small boy approaching. You leaned down, taking him in your arms letting out a groan as you picked him up. George was eight years old, he didn't weigh the same as five years ago. You kissed his cheek, returning him to the ground “The boy would go nuts if something happened to you”

"Are you going back to the maze?" George asked looking at you with his huge brown eyes. You nodded. Then you were hit by the little boy's suffocating embrace “the lobsters will hurt you!

"They are asleep now”

"They can wake up!"

"I doubt it little one. Don’t worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back at noon and we'll have a snack together, what ya think?”

“You promise?

“I promise”

"Okay, you can go," he said. You laughed, ruffling his hair

"Thanks, puppy. Stay with Asenat, okay? She can scold you while I'm gone”

"Ya’ heard it, boy," Asenat said, rubbing her knuckles at the top of his head. George complained, "You will stay with me the rest of the day and help me teach the little ones how to count to ten.

“That's not fair!”

"Life isn't fair, brat." Come on, maybe we can grab some chocolate from the kitchen later, huh?”

Asenat held out her hand and George took it enthusiastically as they walked together towards the largest cabin that you used as a classroom. George spun on his feet saying goodbye with a bright smile on his face. You blew him a kiss and Asenat turned to show you her middle finger. You smiled

"Take care of him, will you?" I highly doubt that Asenat will do it properly”

"I'm going to watch her. Now go before I regret it. And (Y/N)” She said, stopping you as you walked towards the main corridor of the maze. You turned around, waiting for his words “Don't die out there. The maze stinks enough to add the stench of a corpse” You nodded. It was a fair deal

“No prob”

You finished your run in your section faster than you expected. The meal would not be until three hours later so you decided to make a stop to rest. You sat on the floor against a wall. Hot sweat was running down your neck and the fucking headache was back. You closed your eyes, tired. It was terribly hot, and the stench of rotting meat numbed your nose.

You drank water, the little sip you had left, and put it back in your backpack. You were going to eat some of the apple slices you took with you, but the pain in the back of your head kept you from even chewing. You stood up wanting to continue your hike when the headache went down your neck and then numbed your spine. You leaned against the wall. It was covered in vines, moss, and fungus. You wiped your palms on your pants and started walking again.

The migraine erased your sight. For a second the world around you seemed to move in luminous spirals forcing you to close your eyes. The sound lightened and you swore you heard a static signal on your eardrums.

The floor spined over and over again. You dug your nails into the palms of your hands feeling the blood pour out from the sides, staining the stone. You heard the drops hiting the floor and suddenly everything stopped.

You were sweating. Your soaked shirt stuck to your body, your hair matted on your forehead and you opened your eyes. Pushing back the hair you noticed that this was not your section, that in some inexplicable way the maze had changed drastically and there was no way to return home.

Your heart beat madly. You fell to the ground on your knees, your head aching every second screaming in agony. You crawled down the corridor without understanding its course, but recognizing small fragments of leaves pointing a path to the north.

was that the way out? You, without being aware of the pain, could you have operated some kind of lever, changing the composition of the maze, leaving it unrecognizable? You weren't sure.

You kept crawling. The leaves spreading across the path, turning into a corridor covered in dust and dirt. You complained in pain and in the confusion, you managed to hear voices from the other side.

You buried your nails in the stone rising up. You pulled forward slowly approaching until you reached the exit (or the entrance?) of the maze. The wind ruffled your hair. Then your hands touched the green grass and the pain stopped.

You stayed alert. Your senses fading little by little from fatigue. Your head ached, your hands ached, your back ached. You heard the clear voice of a boy and, unaware of it, you got up as best as you could.

You got up with the help of the leaves on the wall. You narrowed your eyes focusing on the meadow stretching out in front of you. It was not the village, it was not the exit. The walls of the maze were surrounding the meadow and you could only think that the pain had caused you allusions.

Then the torture returned. You clenched your teeth. Your vision became blurry, however you could distinguish completely unknown figures in the mist. Your ears recognized voices, men's voices, and, unable to bear another second, you fainted.

[the-gay-prometheus]

1 for René, 2 for Cadieux, 5, 7, 14 for any you want/all, 18 for the Ingolstadt Boyfriends™ and 22 for all :3

Oh Mist you really out here keeping me busy huh. Get ready for a long-ass post.

1. Were they named after anyone?

>Nope - neither for his deadname nor his chosen name. His mom just really liked the name she chose as his deadname, and as for his chosen name, he just liked the symbolism of it. René means 'reborn' if anyone didn't know.

And I chose it for its symbolism too.

2. What is their background? How big was their family? Do they have a good relationship?

>Cadieux was raised in Brest, France along with his older sibling, born to a single mother who made her living... at the docks. Said mother went missing when they were young and left the two of them to kinda fend for themselves. So needless to say, small family, got even smaller. Cadi had a really great relationship with his sibling. He looked up to them a lot and still talks about them even though he's not sure where they ended up.

5. Are they religious? What is their opinion on the teachings they grew up with?

>Victor: Absolutely not. Victor is about as far as one could possibly get from being religious. Luckily his parents weren't super religious either, so he didn't necessarily grow up around a lot of religious dogma. What religious teachings he did hear he just laughed off. Even when he comes face to face with the god-like, he sees himself as equal and therefore really doesn't give a shit.

>Henry: Henry is more spiritual than he is religious. He believes in a higher power, but he doesn't really see that higher power as being separate from the world. He finds sanctity in pretty much everything, and believes that as long as you mean well, that's all that really matters. His family wasn't necessarily very religious either - his father didn't really see the use in it and though his mother regularly went to church she never really brought it up at home.

>Agape: He'll take whatever Henry's having basically. Sure he was introduced to Christianity very early in life, but at that point he hadn't seen it as religion and saw it more as just... historical fact, until he eventually learned otherwise. Since he felt so inhuman, at the point when he learned Christianity was more of a human ritual type business, he mostly rejected it. Henry's belief that the sacred lies in all things was very comforting for him though, so he's chosen to take up pretty much exactly the same beliefs.

>Ernest: Similar to Victor except more that he just... doesn't care. He tries to focus more on what he can do for others just because he finds a lot of comfort in helping others rather than doing it for any religious reasons. Not to mention as far as he's concerned, what benevolent god would just create someone with the kind of health problems he has?

>Elizabeth: Elizabeth is kind of the odd one out in that she actually is Christian, but more in the casual sense. She'll go to church every now and then, she says her prayers, she believes in heaven, all that fun stuff. But she isn't going to sit there and tell you that everything in the bible is pure fact and that if you don't repent you're going to go to hell. Her beliefs are more aligned to how Caroline felt about religion - in that it can be a good way to find hope in otherwise difficult situations, but that it can also be toxic if you let it control not only your life but others as well.

>René: Nope. René flips god off daily.

>Percy: Percy is too busy focusing on equations to think about religion. He was raised in a pretty religious household, but he just kinda ignored it all.

>Alex: Alex has religious trauma. His family was extremely religious. So he would rather not be even asked this question. Needless to say, the answer is no.

>Jack: She believes in folk tales and old gods, much like her father.

>Cadieux: Calls himself Christian but only in the "do unto your neighbors and you would have them do unto you" way. He wasn't raised in a Christian environment, but he sort of gained these beliefs during his time in America for the revolutionary war.

7. Are they interested in science? Do they know of any significant discoveries/inventions from recent years? What is their opinion on the Enlightenment and the desire to learn/discover everything about the world?

>Victor: What would Victor be without science? And significant discoveries and inventions? As far as he's concerned all of the significant discoveries and inventions from recent years are the ones that he himself made. His opinion on the Enlightenment is "Yes." That's it.

>Henry: He thinks science is neat because Victor thinks it is. He's aware of discoveries and inventions and finds them fascinating, but he's more concerned about whatever it is Victor's doing when it comes to science. His thoughts on the Enlightenment are "learning and discovery is all well and good, but where is the fun in taking the mystery and the magic out of everything?"

>Agape: At first he very much doesn't like anything science related because, y'know, trauma. But when Victor starts teaching him things he actually becomes super interested in it and loves to learn about it. Hehe - he is a discovery/invention. Good for him! And his thoughts on the Enlightenment are somewhere along the lines of "we should strive to learn everything we can, but we should also understand that it's a goal that cannot - or maybe should not - be obtained"

>Ernest: Science is so cool! He doesn't fully understand it, but he thinks it's really neat - especially what we know as biology and ecology. The extent of his knowledge of recent discoveries primarily came from Victor, because not saying Victor was a better teacher than Alphonse but.... Victor was a better teacher than Alphonse. As for the Enlightenment, his opinion is "Why shouldn't we try to learn everything we can?"

>Elizabeth: Really not her thing. She honestly couldn't care less about the actual science behind anything, though she always loved seeing the results of Victor's experiments and she's certainly fond of the outdoors. She doesn't really know anything about recent inventions and ... again she really doesn't care. Her thoughts on the Enlightenment are "Why??? What is the purpose?? Why can't we just let things be unknown???"

>René: Absolutely loves science and, if it wasn't for his situation, he absolutely would have probably been a biologist or a physician (and would've been damn good at it too - probably even better than Victor would have been). He's not super aware of the new discoveries and inventions of the time, but that's only because he was rarely in a position to learn of them. His thoughts on the Enlightenment are "We have every right and capability to know anything and everything about our surroundings, sure, but maybe let those who can't fucking afford to go to school or whatever learn too."

>Percy: Science is ok but math is better. The only discoveries and inventions he's really interested in are in arithmetic. Enlightenment? As long as it means he can be enlightened in manipulating and theorizing about numbers, then he's interested.

>Alex: Botany is his thing, so sure he thinks science is cool! He knows a bit about current inventions and discoveries, mostly from class and classmates at Ingolstadt, but he's more interested in old discoveries regarding plants as medicine and trying to find the science behind those discoveries. As for the Enlightenment, "If it means we can help more people and if it means we can stop even a smidge of the amount of religious violence over beliefs and theories, then I'm all for it."

>Jack: Literally does not care about any of it. If it's not helping her make sails or cause chaos, she's not interested.

>Cadieux: He doesn't really have much of an opinion on any of it either. He knows his sibling was very interested in it, but neither of them had the tools or the ability to explore it so it didn't matter much to him.

14. Are they aware of any issues of the era they live in? Do they care, try to make a change, or do they feel there is no point?

>I'm actually not sure how to answer this one quite yet so- I'll get back to you on this at some point.

18. Can they dance? Do they prefer folk dances or more formal ballroom dancing?

>Percy and Alex? Of course! Percy is much more of a dancer than Alex is, and much prefers folk dances (which Alex is more than happy to watch). Alex on the other hand does enjoy a good ballroom dance, but mostly he just likes watching Percy do his thing.

22. How superstitious are they? Do they have any personal rituals/traditions?

>Victor: Used to be a bit superstitious in his little occult/witchcraft phase, but really isn't anymore.

>Henry: He finds superstitions interesting and fascinating, but doesn't really believe in them. As for rituals/traditions, I'll call endeavoring to sit outside for at least one hour every day a ritual.

>Agape: Agape should be very thankful he isn't surrounded by superstitious people because if he was, he very much would be. As for rituals/traditions, he's latched onto that 'sit outside for at least one hour every day' thing that Henry does.

>Ernest: Not superstitious whatsoever. He thinks superstitions are silly. As for traditions/rituals, he didn't really have any until he got livestock onto the estate. Now he makes sure to go and spend time with the goats every day, mostly because it's good for the goats to get used to the presence of people, but secretly because he just... really needs company that isn't Elizabeth.

>Elizabeth: Same as Ernest. They used to pester Victor about his superstitiousness during that phase of his life, and thankfully Victor knew it was all in good fun. Or... well- at least he didn't care whether it was or wasn't, because he really didn't care about what anyone thought about him except for Henry. Anyways - back to Elizabeth. She has a tradition of sketching at least one thing she can physically see every night before she goes to bed. It helps her fall asleep!

>René: René would set up a ladder just to walk under it. He would steal a mirror just to break it. That being said... he absolutely insists on wearing mostly red because he thinks it's a lucky color.

>Percy: A very superstitious lad, surprisingly - if a superstition exists, he probably believes it. His way of warding off bad luck is keeping a rabbit foot on him at all times!

>Alex: His life goal is to get Percy to stop being so superstitious. He probably won't succeed but that's alright. He doesn't really have any traditions, but Percy gave him a rabbit foot and - despite not believing it does anything - he still keeps it with him all the time because it makes Percy happy.

>Jack: Is only superstitious to scare everyone else. She'll make up superstitions on the spot just to cause chaos among the more impressionable people in her life. She carries a raven feather with her wherever she goes though, sort of as a good luck charm.

>Cadieux: He thinks superstitions are pretty silly, but he respects anyone that believes in them and will absolutely do everything in his ability to make everyone feel safe. That said.... he insists on wearing at least one red thing because he thinks it's a lucky color. hm...

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Great Outdoors || Ch. 1 {{ Kid Blink x Mayors Daughter OC}}

A/N: hiya! so here's somethings you might wanna know about the story!

1. it's a kid blink x oc story, the oc is the mayors daughter. based off of his line in King Of New York (92sies version) where he says 'a saturday night with the mayors daughter'

2. i included their accents, but not like too much? let me know if you think i should write it with less of an accent or more of an accent.

3. this is based off of the 1992 version but includes some characters from the Broadway version. any character in both versions are based off the 1992 version. for example: racetrack, david, jack, les, mush, ect. are all based off of the 1992 version

4. i won't be writing any of the songs, because it's harder to do that. if you think i should include songs, let me know!

5. i swear the other a/n after this will be way shorter-

word count: 4375

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Heat stuck to her skin as she slipped out the window of her room. In New York, the middle of summer scorched everyone who dare leave their fanned homes. It also scorched those who worked outdoors, or burned those who didn't have homes. But Juliet was willing to take the chances of getting sun burned, she needed to get out of her room.

She had been reading for hours, there was really nothing else to do. Reading for 6 hours tends to get boring, especially when all the books you can read are about wars. Most of the war books were historically incorrect anyways. She swore to one day rewrite every historical book she read, but make it accurate.

She ran down the fire escape and took in the scene of the hot Manhattan streets. She had no idea what to do, Juliet rarely left her house and when she did, it was with her father in a carriage. Without a map or guide to help her, she let her feet lead her through the streets.

"Hiya, ma'am," A boy said exhaustedly, tipping his cap at her, "Care ta hear todays news? The World seems ta want everyone ta know there was a baby born with two heads!"

"Hiya, ma'am," A boy said exhaustedly, tipping his cap at her, "Care ta hear todays news? The World seems ta want everyone ta know there was a baby born with two heads!"

"Oh, well, sure! Is a quarter alright?" Juliet asks, pulling out a quarter from her pocket.

"Ma'am, a pape is only 1 penny!" He smiled at her as he took his cap off and wiped his forehead, "Please, I really couldn't take any more than a penny from a sweet girl like you."

She flushed with embarrassment, "I'm so sorry, I've never been out in the city on my own before. I promise you, loosing a quarter sure doesn't affect me much."

"Thank ya, ma'am," The boy grinned, trading the paper for her coin, "Ya said ya'd neva been on da streets?" Juliet nodded, scratching her arm as the feeling of embarrassment bubbled inside her. "Care ta wander with me?"

"Well- I'm sure you're busy, right? I'd hate to intrude," She rambled.

"Ma'am! I'm free all day, honestly. I'd love ta show ya around, if you're up for it o' course!" He admitted with an honest smile, "Come carry da banner with me for a few more minutes and I'll show you good 'ol Manhattan!"

"Thank you-" She started, pausing to silently ask him for his name.

"Kid Blink," He smiled, "Wanna try sellin' a pape, ma'am?" He offered a newspaper to her, which she hesitantly took and turned to look at people walking by.

Juliet raised the paper and called out, "Daily news!"

A chuckle came from behind her, "All due respect, ma'am. You gotta yell out a headline or a story!" Her cheeks went red with embarrassment but she nodded, flipping through the paper quickly.

"Baby born with 2 heads! ... Medical anomaly!" She added, someone rushed towards her and handed her a penny for the paper. "I did it!"

"Great job, miss! Oh, keep the penny, ma'am!" Kid Blink stated sincerely as Juliet attempted to give him the penny, "Da quarter ya gave me has got me set for longer den a week!"

--

Juliet admired the boy, for he had great talent when it came to selling newspapers. When she had bumped into him, he had been carrying a whole stack of papers. A stack that looked plenty heavy. However, not once did he complain nor even look for a second as if he might drop them. He just kept carrying them and calling out headlines. Within 10 minutes of meeting him, his stack of papers were all sold.

"Honestly, ma'am, the streets of Manhattan ain't got much to see," Kid Blink explained earnestly, "Oh! I gotta place that's got some good wadda, want to go there?"

She grinned, "I'll admit, I'm a little hungry. I don't know any other restaurants, so if you say the place is good, all I can do is believe you! Lead the way, Kid Blink."

"Please, ma'am, call me Blink!" He stated, starting to walk away. She walked close behind him, nervous from stories her father had told her about the streets, "You alright, miss?"

"Peachy," She lied, "So, you, uh, do this everyday?"

Blink nodded, "Everyday! Carry the banner, eat if I'se got the money, sleep, den do it all again!"

"That's gotta be rough, how old are you?" Juliet asked.

"14, ma'am," Kid Blink replied before turning to her, "How old are you?"

"14," Juliet answered, "It's insane you're doing this everyday, living like this."

He smiled at her and tipped his cap, "Jus' life, ma'am!"

They stood together in front of a restaurant, the sign above it read Tibby's. Kid Blink turned to Juliet with a grin then moved to hold open the door for her. She nodded at him before cautiously stepping in, feeling the boy press against her as he closed the door behind him.

"Blink!" A boy called from a table, waving him over. Kid Blink looked at Juliet and nodded at the table full of boys then started walking over to them. She let her head fall down as she walked close behind him.

"Hiya, boys!" Blink grinned, sliding into the seats and shoving another boy into the wall so Juliet could sit down too, "This is, uh-"

"Juliet," she stated nervously, "Juliet Adams."

One boy joked, "Say, Adams is da mayors last name. You his daughter?"

"Yeah," She laughed, obviously very scared.

They all gaped at her. Kid Blink laughed and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I woulda neva guessed. Anyways, Ms. Adams, this here is Racetrack, Elmer, Mush, and Skittery." The named boys grinned and waved at her as their names were called.

"Nice to meet you all," Juliet said, "Do you all work as newsies?"

Racetrack nodded, "Yes, ma'am. Now, I've gotta ask. What did 'ol Blink here say ta get ya ta come all da way over here wit 'im?" Blink rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair before placing his cap on his head again.

"Well, you see, I've never really left my house, not on my own at least. Kid Blink offered to show me around the city!" Juliet explained before looking at a menu above the register, "What do you boys usually get?"

"Wadda," Elmer states, then adds with a shrug, " 'Ts free."

She glanced around the table, assuming it was a joke, but was met with honest faces. She shook her head, "Why don't you all get some food. I'll pay, don't worry."

Kid Blink interfered, "Ms. Adams, we couldn't possibly let you pay for us-"

"Call me, Juliet, or Julie, all of you. Honestly, you've helped me a lot today, Kid Blink. It's the least I can do to make sure you all have full stomachs for at least a day. Let me pay, please," She pleaded. He looked at her and sighed and nodded before looking over the menu.

"She's a gift from the gods!" Elmer exclaimed, leaning over the table excitedly and giving her a hug. She laughed and pat the golden-retriever-like boy on the cheek.

Skittery nodded in agreement and Albert joked, "An angel me thinks. Think Big Man'll miss her if we keep her?"

"The mayor or God?" Racetrack asked before drinking his water.

Elmer looked at her with a look of fear, "Think he'll try to chop off our heads?" She laughed and shook her head.

"If anything, I'll be the headless one. He'll kill me once I get home. It's already getting dark," Juliet stressed, "I should be heading back after you all eat."

And so the boys and the girl, who had been isolated her whole life, joked and laughed together over plates of food. They begged and begged to help her and chip in for the bill, but she stubbornly refused. Eventually they were forced out of the building due to the 'dinner rush.'

Racetrack had joked, "By dinner rush, he means 5 customers who actually buy da food instead of drink all his wadda!'

They talked for a while longer before reaching the lodging house where 4 out of the 5 boys retreated into the building after waving goodbye to Juliet. Kid Blink lingered behind, hesitant to let her go alone through Manhattan at night. She insisted she would be fine, but Blink knew better than to not trust his gut instinct.

"I'm walking ya home, I cant let you walk alone during da night. 'Specially cuz ya don't know da streets all too well," He explained earnestly.

"I'm sure I'll be fine! Honestly, how dangerous can it be? Besides, won't it be dangerous for you to walk back alone?" She asked.

"Nah! I know dese streets like da back of my hand!" Blink reassured her as he lead her through the streets, "What's it like being da mayors daughter?"

Juliet sighed, "It's not horrible, but he never lets me leave the house. The only time I get to leave is to go with him in a car to some meeting he has. All I do is study. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm lucky. I have a consistent roof over my head, a consistent food source, and I'll never run out of money or new clothes. But what's the point if I don't ever get to talk to anyone?"

"I see," He nodded, "Hey, me an' da boys may not be rich or have any of dat food stuff often, but we sure as hell is a family! Life is worth the living as long as you got good friends to live it with. You ain't neva had no friends ever?"

She chuckled a little and shook her head, "Sure, I've had friends. They were all quite rude and stuck up, though. I sure hope I don't come off that way to you-"

"No, ma'am. You ain't stuck up, don't worry 'bout it!" Kid Blink told her, stopping at the house that towered over them. "Nice place ya got here."

"Thank you," She grinned, "Oh, and thanks for showing me around, Kid Blink."

He tipped his hat and nodded, "My pleasure, Ms. Adams."

"Juliet," She corrected.

"How 'bout Jules?"

"That works too, Blink."

She ran up the fire escape and waved at him from the top. He gave a short wave before turning back around to head back to the lodging house. Juliet tapped on the railing, deciding on what to say to the boy. She groaned and cupped her hands around her mouth.

"Kid Blink!" She shouted, "Think I could help you sell some more papers tomorrow?"

"It would be an honor to spend another day with you! I'll be here tomorrow with some papes, all right?" Blink yelled back, a grin playing on his lips.

"All right! Thank you, Blink!" She waved again before smiling widely and running back into her room.

"Julie?" A voice boomed from downstairs, Juliet cringed.

"Coming Father!" She called, going through her door and down to his office.

He continued to work on the papers laid out in front of him as he talked to her, "I'm sorry about our argument today. Thank you for keeping quiet. I've decided that you can go outside tomorrow, on your own. I trust you, for the most part. Just stay away from those newsboys, got it?"

Her eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head at him, "What's wrong with the newsboys?"

"Flirts! All of them," He explained angrily, "Dirty and aggressive too!"

"All right, Father. I'll steer clear of the newsboys," She sighed. As she walked back to her room, she laughed to herself. Of course she wouldn't stay away from the newsboys, not like she listened today, right? Kept quiet, She thought, more like wasn't here to make noise.

--

Juliet woke up the next morning, already feeling the heat from outside, and rushed to her window in hopes to see the newsboy from the day before. Much to her dismay, he was not there. She decided not to stress, maybe he slept in or sold all of his papers already.

"Morning, Father!" She called as she walked into the kitchen, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, "I'm heading out now!"

"Stay safe, Juliet! And remember," He stated firmly, "Stay away from the newsboys!"

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, Father!" Then she was out the door, a wave of heat pushing against her. Juliet smiled before running off towards The World building.

Boys crowded around the town square, shouting and pushing into each other. She looked around and tried to push through the crowd, the kids all backing away from where she was. Juliet looked for familiar faces but couldn't see anyone.

"Ma'am! Ms. Adams! Juliet!" Elmer called out happily, pushing past everyone and bouncing over to her, "Watcha doing in these parts?"

She had to shout over the chaos to be heard, "Kid Blink said he would meet me at my house with papers, but he didn't! Did something happen? Do you know where he is?"

He grinned goofily at her, "Oh, boy, are you in fah a treat! We'se newsboys is on strike! Pulitzah raised the pape prices, so we'se don't sell till he puts it back! C'mon, Blink is over here!" Elmer grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to the very front.

"- Gotta be ambastards and go tell the others that we're on strike!" A boy who stood in front the building shouted. Juliet was dragged by Elmer to stand next to Kid Blink, who turned to her and smiled.

"Say, Jack, we'll take Harlem!" Blink called out to the boy, Jack, and grabbed Juliet's arm.

"Good- Who's dat?" Jack asked the other newsies, Blink and Juliet were already gone.

"Da mayors daughter! Anyways, I got Midtown!" Race shouted before running off.

"Mayors daughter?" He shouted in confusion, but they ignored him and people continued to call out turfs they would go to.

--

"Sorry, Jules. Honest ta God, I'se was gonna go get ya! But, the price raise was ridiculous! Anyways, we'se goin' ta Harlem, tell dem about da strike! Dat alright with you?" Kid Blink asked after rambling.

She grinned, "Sure! Oh, guess what? My Father finally decided to let me go out freely, so I don't have to sneak away anymore."

"Nice! How'd ya manage ta convince 'im?" He questioned. They walked together through the streets, Kid Blink pulling his shirt to try and give himself some cool air.

"I don't know! Said he was happy that I didn't make any noise after the conversation yesterday! So, he's letting me out freely and he said..." She paused hesitantly.

Blink looked at her and tilted his head curiously, "What? What did he say?"

Juliet groaned and looked at him, "He told me to stay away from the newsboys. I won't, of course! But it's just- I don't get him. It's hard work, isn't it? I think you should all be admired, working this hard at such a young age with no one treating you fairly."

He laughed, "Thanks, miss! Sure is hard work, but we'se don't complain! Now, when we get ta Harlem, just ignore everything dey say. If dey make you uncomfortable, let me know, alright? I'll soak 'em! Or we can just leave. Whatever's easiest!"

"Thanks, Blink. Let's go," She said hesitantly, walking with him into the new borough.

A young boy ran towards them, "Hiya, Kid! And- pretty goil! Hi! Watcha here for?"

"Gotta talk ta Stitch," He explained, "He here, Scram?"

"Well, I reckon he's out by our circulation building! Trying ta calm down all da boys n' stuff! Hear bout the prices?" The boy, Scram, asked them.

" 'Course we did, Scram. That's what we're here to talk 'bout, 'Hattan newsies is on strike," He explained.

"Strike? Ya crazy! Ya know dat means makin' no money, right?" Scram questioned them, absolutely baffled by the idea of loosing a days pay.

"We know, Scram," Blink sighed, "But listen, if we don't work, they'se don't make money either. They need us! They gotta put the price back up soona o' later!"

Scram gave them a look, "I dunno, Blink! Think da World, Journal, and da Sun, and all of dem can go longer then we can without making money!"

"If we get all of da newsies togedda, they can't ignore us!" He explained, hoping to get through to Scram.

"Whateva ya say, Blink! C'mon, I'll take ya two ta Stitch. See what he gotta say 'bout it!" Scram nodded to the side before walking off. Juliet shrugged at Blink and they both started following him. There was havoc everywhere around the circulation building. People were shouting at each other and pushing each other into the floor. She walked close to Blink and Scram, trying to stay away from the fists people were throwing.

"Stitch!" Scram called out, tugging on the shirt of a boy about a foot taller than him. The boys shirt was tight on his arms and completely unbuttoned. His brown suspenders tugged at his shoulder, probably chaffing him. He had multiple scars all over his chest.

"What Scram? What?" Stitch groaned, shaking the boy off his arm.

"Kid Blink and a goil is here to talk to you about somethin'!" Scram explained.

The boy tipped his hat at Juliet, "Ma'am," Then spit in his hand and shook hands with Blink, "Kid Blink. What's up?"

"Well- We- 'Hattan-" Blink attempted to speak but couldn't talk over the yelling. Stitch looked to Scram and nodded at him.

Scram grinned widely and screeched, "Scram! Da bulls!" Everyone froze, stopped yelling and fighting, and bolted away. Scram waved to them, tipped his hat at Juliet, and ran off with everyone else.

"We'se on strike over in 'Hattan. We want you to join too!" Kid Blink explained.

Stitch hesitated, "Oh, I dunno, Blink! We won't make any money at all! We don't like da price either, but it's hard ta make no money at all. All dem newspaper big shots could go months without making money!"

"Yeah, but they can't ignore us if we get all da newsies in New York!" Blink tried to convince him.

"What's Brooklyn doin'? What'd they say?" Stitch asked.

Blink sighed, "I dunno yet."

"Look, when ya get the nod from Brooklyn, come back. Alright? Get the nod from Brooklyn and you can count on Harlem," Stitch promised. Kid Blink sighed again but nodded.

Juliet tilted her head, "So, Harlem is just a bunch of followers? Can't make your own decisions? Seems like Brooklyn is more the leader of Harlem than you are, Stitch." Both boys looked taken aback by her statement.

"No way, ma'am! It's just- We ain't gonna win dis thing if we ain't got Brooklyn!" Stitch explained.

"Oh! You guys aren't strong enough to help us, right?" She instigated.

"Yeah we are!" Stitch groaned, "Fine. Count us in, alright? The second you guys give up, or show any sign of giving up, Harlem is out. Got it?"

"Got it! Thanks, Stitch," Blink smiled, spitting in his hand and sticking it out for Stitch. He spit in his own hand and shook hands with Kid Blink.

"No problem, Blink. Now, as Scram would say, scram! I got to prepare me boys for a strike," He chuckled. Juliet started off, but Stitch grabbed Blinks arm and whispered to him, "Great gal, pretty too. If we get all da newsboys in one place with her, she's gonna be snatched up quick. Beat 'em to it, Blink. Or someone else will." Kid Blink rolled his eyes at Stitch and tugged his arm away, running to catch up with Juliet.

--

"Jack! What did Spot say?" Race asked as soon as he saw the leader.

"He was concerned 'bout us being serious, you believe that?" Jack scoffed.

The boys looked amongst themselves before Race spoke up, "I dunno Jack. None of da burrows will join us without the O.K. from Brooklyn."

"Wrong! None of da burrows except for Harlem. Harlem'll be here," Blink shouted as he ran over to them with Juliet.

"Awesome! Nice job, Blink," Jack praised.

He shook his head, "Not me. All thanks ta Juliet!"

"I knew she was an angel!" Elmer gushed, grabbing the girls hands and grinning at her.

One newsboy nudged another, "Looks like one too!" Blink shoved the boy who made the comment with his elbow.

"Shut up, Romeo."

The boy who had been nudged the first time laughed, "He told you!"

Said boy, Romeo, rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Henry."

"So what? We got Harlem, how does that help us? Gives us maybe 50 more kids? We should call it off, Jack. We need Brooklyn," A boy stated glumly. Jack looked at Davey, who Juliet had learned was the co-leader of the strike, with desperation evident in his eyes. David nodded and started to sing.

--

Juliet honestly didn't know how she ended up on the floor. Before, she was listening to the boys singing and watching them dance. At one point, Kid Blink pulled her up to dance with him and the others. She danced with them, but not for long due to the circulation bell ringing. The newsies charged and shouted at what they called 'scabs.'

Then, she was getting shoved all around. She was on the floor and looking to get out. Harlem came running in to help Manhattan, fighting scabs right along with them. Stitch noticed Juliet's struggles and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. He shoved her to Scram, who took her and lead her out of the crowd.

"Hey, Scram!" Julie said breathlessly, smiling down at the young boy as she caught her breath.

"Hiya, ma'am. Ya alright?" Scram asked her.

She nodded, "No need for the formality, Scram. Call me Juliet, or Ms. Adams if you really insist to be formal."

"Okay, Ms. Adams! We gotta run, da bulls is comin'!" He shouted at her, noticing the police running into the circulation building. Scram grabbed her arm and dragged her away.

--

"Ms. Adams, please take some wadda," Scram begged her, but she refused. She didn't want them to waste any water on her.

"I'm all right, Scram. I promise. Do you think Kid Blink and all the others are all right?" She asked him. He shrugged.

"I dunno, Ms. Adams, but I can check fa ya!" He grinned and bounced excitedly.

"No! It's fine! Relax, Scram, take a running break. I'll check in with them tomorrow," Juliet assured. Stitch walked up to them and sat down behind her on a crate.

"You alright.. Uh.. Wat's ya name?" He asked.

"Juliet Adams," She replied.

Stitch nodded, "Ya alright, Ms. Adams?"

"Yeah," She reassured, "What happened after the police came?"

"Dey only got one guy, 'Hattan guy. The gimp," Stitch reported, "Dey didn't back down though. Still won't quit. We'll be there 'gain tomorrow." Juliet nodded. "Stitch, introduce her to the boys. Have Charles walk her home, got it?"

"Yessir!" Scram called and walked over to a group of boys. "Hiya, guys! This here is Juliet Adams! Ms. Adams, this is Charles, John, Skippy-"  Juliet swore he kept talking for a hour. There was about 25 boys she was being introduced to, maybe one day she'd actually keep track of them all. She just nodded as he kept listing off names and pointing at boys.

Juliet just kept nodding, "It's very nice to meet you all. I really must be heading home now, though. Thank you for everything, Scram. Tell Stitch I said thanks too, okay?" Scram nodded excitedly and waved at her as she walked off.

"Wait up!" A boy called, running up next to her, "C'mon, I'll walk ya home. I'm Charles."

"Thanks, Charles. Hey, were you at the circulation building in Manhattan, today?" She asked him.

"Yes, ma'am," He nodded, "Wherever Stitch is, I'm there too."

"I see. Gotta follow the leader, right?" Juliet joked.

Charles blushed and adjusted his cap, "Something like dat. Think we can win?"

"The strike? From what I know, Brooklyn basically leads most of the burrows, right? After today, Spot Conlon, whoever that is, will know we won't back down," She started, "Hopefully, he'll join us after seeing what happened today. Then we'll have all the other turfs. We'll be unstoppable with all of them. We're bound to win."

"Well, I guess you're right. Unstoppable, huh? I like the sound a' dat," He grinned.

"Me too," She smiled, "This is my house. Thank you for walking me here, Charles. I really appreciate it. I'll see you at the circulation building tomorrow."

He tipped his hat at her before walking away, "Bye, miss!"

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Juliet walked through the doors of her home, "I'm back, Father."

"Dear! How was your day?" He called back to her.

"Good. I really just walked around, I sat by the Brooklyn bridge and just looked over the scenery," She lied.

He huffed in acknowledgement, "Hear about the newsie strike? I think the streets are gonna be too dangerous. I want you to stay inside again-"

"Father!" Juliet sighed, "You can't do that! I've finally had a taste of freedom. Let me stay out, please? I promise you, I'll be extremely careful."

"Fine. Just," He paused, "Stay away from them, okay? They're already getting violent. Don't get hurt, if you do, you'll be stuck inside until you're an adult, got it?"

She rolled her eyes but nodded, "Yes, Father. I'm going to sleep now." She ran up the stairs to her room and groaned as she sat on her bed. She wouldn't stay away from the newsboys. Maybe she wanted to rebel, maybe she like their company. Her Father was right about one thing, they were already getting violent. And although she couldn't pull herself away, she was scared of getting sucked into the angry force of the newsboys union.

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a/n: uhhh sorry if this sucked i havent written in a while but i hope you enjoyed!!

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Birthday Parties Are Lame

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: some pretty trashy angst

Hope you like it!

Summary- Peter forgot readers b-day

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"[Y/N]! How are you?," May smiled brightly that night, opening her door for the young girl on her doorstep.

May absolutely loved it when Peter's girlfriend came by to visit. Her smile was always so bright it could light up a room. She was the only thing that was keeping Peter sane. She was sweet and loyal and May could tell by how Peter acted around her that [Y/N] was the highlight of his days.

Which was why the unexpected image at the door bothered her. "[Y/N], dear, what's wrong?"

[Y/N] was wiping away tears, holding herself and struggling to keep a fake smile on her face. "N-nothing... g-good eve-ning, ma'am," she whispered, walking into the living room. "Is Peter h-here?"

May's eyes filled with concern. "On patrol."

"Oh..." [Y/N] paused momentarily before finding herself on the couch. She narrowed her eyes as more tears fell.

Peter's aunt tilted her head with sympathy. "Do you want me to fix you anything?," she asked, deciding it better to not approach the problem directly. "I was just about to make dinner."

[Y/N] nodded. "That'd be nice. I could help you.. if you want." She wiped her eyes.

"That's alright, hon," she said, making her way into the kitchen. "You just sit there and relax." She smiled, opening the pantry. "And wipe those tears, they'll do you no good."

May looked around the cabinet. "How does mac & cheese with ham sound, [Y/N]?"

"Great!," [Y/N] yelled back. It sounded as if she was seconds away from crying. May tried to ignore it. 'I swear if that clueless boy hurt her...'

She looked through the fridge to find more ingredients.

As she took things out, she racked her mind for anything she could be forgetting. [Y/N]'s sniffles were getting louder by the minute. 'Oh, that poor girl.'

What could have happened? Peter couldn't've broken up with her. He loved her. That much May was certain.

But there she sat, slouching over and nearly trembling.

Maybe the young girl was just at the Parker home for comfort from her boyfriend. A failed test having shook up her spirit or so.

"[Y/N], can you come over here?," May asked. I can't find the cheese."

"Y-yes ma'am!," she yelled back, taking a few seconds to compose herself.

Right as [Y/N]'s footsteps became closer, Aunt May yelled, "Oh, sorry! That's alright, I've found it!"

She closed the door to see [Y/N] right next to her, a small, polite smile on her tear-stained face. Her eyes were completely sunken.

May lifted her head, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, her eyes fell on the calendar in front of her.

There were big underlined red letters in marker on the date.

*[Y/N]'S B-DAY!!! DON'T FORGET!!!!*

May gasped and stared at it for a while as she heard [Y/N] walking away to sit back on the couch. 'Peter forgot [Y/N]'s birthday.'

No wonder she looked so distraught. Anybody would be when someone close to them forgot something so important to them.

May went back into the living room. She sat on the couch beside [Y/N] and immediately reached for her. "Come here, hon. I've got you.."

[Y/N] looked down at her feet, as she felt fresh tears building up, and shook her head. She hated crying in front of May, especially when her nephew was the cause of it.

But the second May pulled her in for a hug, [Y/N] let go. She cried. Wept. "H-he forg-got-"

"I know, [Y/N]. I know," May mumbled. "He'd forget his own head if it weren't attached..." She tried to make her feel better, but there's only so much she could say.

Peter needed to come home.

"I-I kn-know he has responsi-b-bilities.. and I get that, and he tries and h-he does really good, but.. it still hurts," [Y/N] whimpered. "The little things, y'know?"

"Yeah," May whispered. "I know, kiddo..."

When May finally let go, [Y/N] cried a bit more. It was evident that this probably wasn't the first time Peter had forgotten something important. Ooh, the things May would say to him when he got home.

Which was 2 hours from then.

"I think it's about time for me to go home, Miss. Parker," [Y/N] said with a lopsided smile. "Thank you for the meal by the way."

"You're welcome, sweetie," May replied. "And hey, don't yell at him too much. My nephew is smart as a lick, but also an idiot at times."

"Sure thing," [Y/N] laughed. Lies. She wasn't gonna let Peter forget this.

"By the way, did you have a party or something?"

"Haha no," [Y/N] giggled. "Birthday parties are lame."

She walked to the door. As she turned the knob, both she and May heard a voice coming from upstairs.

"Aunt May, I'm home!"

They looked up, then to each other.

Peter energetically walked down the stairs, still with his suit on, to see his aunt and his girlfriend staring at him. "Oh my gosh, hey [Y/N]!" He sped over the give her a quick kiss on the cheek. He looked down with a smile. "New dress? What's the occasion?"

May rolled her eyes. [Y/N] furrowed her eyebrows. "So...you really did forget?," she asked, her eyes becoming glossy again. "You weren't too busy, you actually forgot?"

May looked over at [Y/N]. It was clear that she was in denial. She'd been telling herself that he was too busy. She been hoping that that's what it was.

Peter narrowed his eyes, a clueless smile still on his face. "Forgot what? The only thing I had set for today was patrol- which was incredibly boring by the way!" He gave an over-exaggerated yawn. "It's like all the criminals forgot to come out tonight! -Which I guess is pretty good once you think about it, but still!," he joked.

Well, that was even more of a slap in the face for [Y/N].

Not only had he completely forgotten her birthday. On top of that, he spent the entire afternoon probably sitting on the edge of a building. Doing absolutely nothing productive.

There was no city in danger. No drug run that needed busting. Not even a snot-nosed kid that fell off his bike.

It was just [Y/N] and her forgotten birthday.

"Jesus, Peter," May sighed. "Go check the calendar."

Peter, completely confused, walked into the kitchen.

Why were they acting so weird? What had he forgotten?

Walking further into the kitchen, his eyes fell on the calendar. He sped over to it. His jaw dropped at the sight.

*[Y/N]'S B-DAY!!! DON'T FORGET!!!!*

*DON'T FORGET*

*DON'T*

'Oh crap, I forgot!'

And just like that, Peter felt the weight of the world crash onto his shoulders. He slowly trudged back into the room after cursing himself out twelve thousand times.

"S-so, um.." He suddenly couldn't look anyone in the eye anymore. "May can w-we have the room for a quick second?"

Aunt May chuckled. "Oh, Peter. I think you're going to be in for a long second." She patted his shoulder. "You two go up to his room for this."

The walk to Peter's room was short and quiet. Neither teen looked at the other. The only sound was of their footsteps and [Y/N]'s quiet sniffling.

When they got there, Peter stood by his bed and [Y/N] stood my the door after closing it shut.

"So..um.... happy birthday?"

[Y/N] rolled her eyes. "Thanks," she said bitterly.

"Did you have a party?," he mumbled.

"No," she barely whispered. "Parties are lame..."

They stared in silence.

"I should probably go. My mom will call me if I'm not home in a few..."

"I really am sorry [Y/N-"

"-I let you lie to me," she cut him off sharply, causing him to finally look her in the eyes. "Over and over again I continue to let you lie to me." She pinched the bridge of her nose before she began to pace the room.

"-When you say you're with Ned but I just know you're actually doing some crap with Stark or something. When you need to get home early because May is worried when really you're actually just being obsessive again with your patrol- as if New York can't possibly survive without Spiderman for two seconds even though it has for hundreds of years!"

Peter watched as tears flowed freely down the sides of her face.

"-But the thing is, I don't even care when you lie!," she laughed angrily. "No harm no foul, right?!-No, the problem is...," she trailed off before pointing to herself and looking right into his eyes.

"-I get to dates on time...I find out from Aunt May when you might finally be getting home so that I can facetime you and make sure you're not stressed before you go to bed every night...I try to do everything for you."

Peter looked to the ground.

"- And the one time!," she sobbed out, pointing to him. "...the one time that I need you to be there you aren't, Peter." She stared off.

Peter finally found his voice. "I'm so sorry, [Y/N].."

"God, you're just so-!" She froze, pressing her lips together. "O-oh gosh..."

Peter watched with concern as she stopped telling and finally broke down completely. His heart broke as he led her to sit on his bed.

Immediately, as if snapping out of some sort of trance, she put up a hand and looked away, ashamed. "N-no, I'm sorry. T-that was just me ranting," she rushed out her words. "I-I know you have responsibilities a-and stuff and it's selfish for me to- You don't have to do anything, okay?!," she cried, looking away from him.

At that, Peter began to cry too. "No, [Y/N]. I'm the selfish one, alright? A-and I'll do whatever I can to fix it.."

"You can't, Peter."

"I'll try-"

"You.. can't, Pete!," she yelled, sitting on his bed, bringing him with her. "Because you already do!- You make sure I get to classes on time. You find ways to fit me in your crazy schedule from time to time..You let me know you love me.. t-that's all I need... You do everything that you can to make sure you're there with me.. I'm even amazed sometimes..."

She stared at the ground for a while before speaking again. "During the b-blip.. I was the only one in my family that didn't go..."

Peter gasped. He'd known she didn't blip, but he hadn't known that before.

"During that time, I aged... I learned... my life kept going on," she said quietly, almost sounding guilty. ".. while nobody I loved could see it." She put her head in her hands, shaking against Peter's side as he pulled her close. "And I was miserable..." Hiccups disturbed her talking. She wiped away her tears pitifully.

"-This was my first birthday after the blip... everyone I loved before, and now you... finally had an actual chance to see it with me." She looked up at him. "So when y-you didn't remember. I-I freaked...I-I'm sorry."

The two sat in silence for several minutes. Just crying. Staring.

And after a while, slowly, smiling.

"I made a big fool of myself, didn't I?," she giggled, finally actually calming down from the night she had.

"No," Peter replied, with an intense stare, standing up. "[Y/N], you know you have absolutely nothing to feel sorry for, right?," he smiled. "I'll work on me. But just know that I love you, okay?"

She smiled back, getting closer. "I do, Pete." She sat up, reaching for his neck. "Now come down here and gimme a big kiss..."

"Glad to see you two have made up, with the door closed." Aunt May stood at the -now open- door with her eyebrow raised.

The two teens quickly broke away. "Heh, sorry Aunt May," Peter chuckled.

"I'll allow it this time," she laughed. "Just don't forget her birthday again, you hear me Peter? Or next time, you deal with me."

"Loud and clear," he playfully saluted, hoping that May would just leave already. "Now... can you just, please?," he asked, politely gesturing for her to leave.

"Fine," she said. "Just don't go having any babies you two."

"Yes ma'am," [Y/N] smiled before crashing her lips into Peter's the second the door shut.

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The In-Between Chapter 2

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,807

Warning - cursing? (if people don’t like that kind of stuff)

A/N - yay chapter 2! I just want to take a moment to thank everyone for all the support because it’s literally so overwhelming and I never thought this many people would like this series!! I hope you all are having a great day!

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prologue 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

Y/N woke up the next morning with a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was as if her internal radar was going off, telling her that something was wrong. It reminded her of the last time she woke up feeling like that, years ago when her best friend Will Byers had been taken by a demogorgon.

Her hands were gripping onto her sheets as she slowly sat up in bed. There were obvious bags under her eyes from the little amount of sleep she got last night and her skin was still pale as could be. The only thing she could think about was what had happened last night. There was no way it was real. It couldn't be.

It took a lot of convincing to finally get herself to get up out of bed, and even then, she walked around her room hesitantly, Bill's jacket wrapped tight around her body as she looked around as if something were going to jump out and grab her.

Getting ready for the day took a lot longer than she expected. Y/N just couldn't stop herself from jumping at every single noise she heard and she kept dropping things because of how shaky her hands were. Finally she managed to get her hair up into a ponytail that didn't look like a five year old did it and she had tossed on a pale yellow dress and Bill's jacket before heading downstairs.

She was quiet at breakfast that morning, but her parents didn't question her. But if she was being honest, the concerned stares she could feel being sent in her direction were words.

Not being able to take her parents' concerned looks any longer, Y/N took one last bite of her piece of toast before putting her dishes away. She quickly kissed each her parents' cheeks in goodbye before heading out the door, not bothering to actually say goodbye or wait for a response from her parents.

At the sound of the door opening, Bill Denbrough instantly straightened up and looked down at his outfit one last time to make sure he looked decent before glancing over in Y/N's direction. Just like always, he found himself smiling a goofy grin And leaning against his bike as he looked at the girl, only this time, his face was red because of the fact that she was wearing his jacket. That she chose to wear his jacket.

Bill didn't realize just how much he was leaning against his bike until the wheel shifted and he fell over. Y/N looked up at that and her eyes widened at the sight of Bill tangled up on the ground with his bike.

"Bill?" Y/N asked in a worried tone as she hurried over to the boy. "Are you okay?"

"I-I-I'm fine," Bill assured her, his face red from embarrassment. He shyly glanced up at the girl to see her trying to hide a smile as she held her hand out for him. Bill smiled softly and took her hand before she helped him up onto his feet.

Bill stumbled a little bit as he tried to catch his footing and his breath hitched in his throat when he stumbled into Y/N, the two so close that he could feel her breath fanning his face. He felt his face heat up even more and he stared at Y/N with wide eyes.

He couldn't stop himself from admiring her, but that was when he began to notice just how disheveled she looked with her hair was just a little messier than usual, small dark circle under her eyes, her skin the palest he had ever seen, her hands shaking slightly in his grip, and the tiniest hint of fear evident in her eyes. She gave him a tiny smile and Bill could tell it was partially forced.

Bill blinked before reaching a hand up to tuck a small piece of hair behind her ear. "Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes flickering over her face as he tried to read her.

Was she not feeling well? No, that couldn't be. She wouldn't look so scared if she was sick. Had something happened? No, he had been the last one to see her last night except for her parents, but her parents didn't seem like the type that would cause their daughter to fear them.

Y/N paled even more if that was even possible and the hand that was still holding onto Bill's shook just a little bit more. "W-W-What?" She asked.

Bill frowned a little and titled his head in curiosity, wondering why she was acting so weird. "Are you okay?" He asked again.

Her mouth opened and closed for a moment before she abruptly pulled away from Bill and began to walk over to her bike. "I'm fine," she assured him before she got onto her bike. "Come on. We're going to be late if we stand here any longer and I would rather not have Richie making fun of my dumbass for being late."

Then, before Bill could say anything, Y/N had started to pedal away. Bill stood there for a moment with a confused look on his face before he shook his head and got onto his bike. It took him only a matter of seconds to catch up to the girl and even then he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Something was obviously wrong. Not only was there the fact that she looked frightened, but she had just lied to his face about them being late when she knew very well that they always got to school thirty minutes early so that they could hang out before class started. Something was bothering her and if something was bothering Y/N, then that meant it was bothering Bill too.

Bill was going to find out what was wrong one way or another, but when he did, he was going to wish that he hadn't.

- - -

Y/N was extremely quiet at school that day, so quiet in fact that even Richie was unsettled by the way she was acting. Richie had even tried cracking some jokes at lunch in an attempt to get Y/N to smile or spat some rebuttal back at him, but all she could muster was a forced unenthusiastic laugh that had the Losers' Club all looking at each other confused.

Eddie had been about to ask Y/N what was wrong, but one look from Bill had him clamping his mouth shut and turning his attention back to his lunch. Bill had seen the way Y/N blew up this morning when he had asked her what was wrong and he didn't want to know what would happen if they all ended up asking her.

Despite her mood, Y/N still agreed to go with the Losers to the quarry where they were going to meet up with Mike. However, as they rode away from school and to their usual hangout, Y/N made sure to pull towards the front of the pack and away from the others.

"Okay, what's wrong with your girlfriend?" Richie asked as he tore his gaze away from Y/N to look at Bill.

Bill reddened slightly before muttering, "She's not my girlfriend." He then looked over at Y/N and shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong. She's been this way since I met up with her this morning. I tried asking her what was wrong but all she did was blow up on me, get on her bike, and then head off to school."

"Something is obviously bothering her," Beverly said as she looked at her friend. "I saw her go into the bathroom earlier today and went to go check up on her and found her on the midst of a panic attack. She wouldn't even let me help her, just grabbed her things and said she had to get back to class before she practically ran out of there."

"Yeah, she's been acting strange all day. Some kid dropped his textbook in the library today and I swear she jumped like three feet off the ground before looking around like something was following her," Ben told them.

"You think something happened to her?" Stan asked. The others shrugged and Stan took the time to glance at Bill. "You were with her last, Bill. Did anything happen on the way home?"

"N-N-No. I just d-d-dropped her off a-a-at home," Bill replied.

"That's strange. Maybe someone should go talk to her and by someone I mean Bill," Eddie suggested, his and everyone else's eyes falling on the blushing boy.

"M-M-Me?" Bill stuttered out. "W-W-Why me?"

"Don't be a dumbass, Bill. You are obviously closer to her than we are," Beverly said.

"In more ways than one," Richie smirked as he winked at the boy.

"Beep beep, Richie," Eddie sighed in exasperation.

"S-S-She didn't want to t-t-talk to me e-e-earlier," Bill pointed out.

"If there is anyone she will want to talk to, it's going to be you," Ben assured him. "You probably just caught her off guard this morning. Go try again."

Bill bit his lip nervously as he looked back over at Y/N who was still biking ahead of them. He saw her glance back at them to make sure they were still there and the moment her eyes locked with his before she turned away was when he knew he needed to go see what was bothering her.

He didn't even respond to his friends before he began to bike a little harder in order to catch up to the girl. "Go get your girl, Bill!" Richie yelled out making everyone glare at the boy.

Bill rolled his eyes and flicked his friend off before turning his attention back to Y/N and biking over to her. He finally managed to catch up to her, but she didn't even glance his way. He was silent as he watched her and it took him a moment longer to convince himself to even open up his mouth to talk.

"I'm fine," Y/N quickly said before Bill could even get anything out. "Why wouldn't I be fine? I mean, it's not like anything happened. I'm fine." She glanced over at Bill and muttered, "I'm fine."

"Then w-w-why does it sound l-l-like you're t-t-trying to convince y-y-yourself more than me?" Bill asked.

Y/N tensed at that and her eyes flickered over to lock with Bill's. She was silent for a moment before shaking her head and looking away. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she whispered so low that he almost hadn't caught it.

"Y/N," Bill said, but the girl just shook her head.

"I. . .I don't really want to talk about it, Bill," Y/N told him, still not looking the boy in the eye. She looked up and let out a small sigh of relief when she realized they had reached their destination. "We're here anyways."

Bill didn't get a chance to say anything else as the girl hopped off her bike and looked around. "Guess Mike isn't here yet. He'll be here soon though I'm sure. Let's go ahead and jump in," She hurriedly said before she took off towards the ledge.

"Did she tell you what's wrong?" Eddie asked as the Losers all came to a stop next to the boy. Bill frowned and shook his head. "You don't think she's mad at us, do you?"

"N-N-No. I don't t-t-think that's it," Bill said as he glanced at Eddie. "She s-s-said something about h-h-how I wouldn't b-b-believe her if she t-t-told me."

The Losers' went quiet at that, confused as to what could've happened to Y/N to make her think they wouldn't believe her.

"You guys coming?" Y/N's voice called out to them, confusion evident in her voice as she tilted her head at them from where she stood by the cliff.

"Yeah, we're coming! No need to get your panties in a twist!" Richie yelled back before he hopped off his bike. He glanced over at the others and whispered, "Come on. We don't want to make her more upset."

Th others nodded in agreement and quickly ditched their bikes before heading over to Y/N. The group stripped down into their underwear in no time and Y/N gave them all her first real smile of the day before jumping off the cliff and flipping in the air.

"Show off!" Beverly yelled before she jumped off as well, the others quickly following suit.

They spent the afternoon splashing around in the water and having fun. Even Y/N managed to be her usual happy self for a while despite her previous attitude. It was only when they were all lying down in the sun a few hours later that Y/N's mood started to darken again, a feeling of dread washing over her.

"Has anyone heard from Mike?" she questioned, trying not to let her fear and worry come through when she spoke.

She must've succeeded because none of the Losers seemed put off by her question. "I know I haven't, but I'm sure he just got caught up at home," Stan told her.

"That or he's sick," Eddie suggested.

"Oh okay," Y/N said, not putting much attention into how she said those words as she pulled her legs close to her body and hugged herself. Bill was the only one that seemed to notice her change in tone and he opened his eyes and sat up before looking over at Y/N to see her shaking slightly as she nervously bit her lip.

Bill furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but quickly shook it off as he got up and went to grab his jacket which Y/N had discarded earlier before jumping in. He then walked over to Y/N and wrapped the jacket around her before sitting down beside her.

Y/N glanced over at him and he gave her a small smile before saying, "We can go check in on him if you want."

The girl blinked in surprise, shocked that Bill had been able to figure out that she was worried for Mike especially since she hadn't told him what had happened last night. "Really?" She whispered. "You guys would do that?"

"Of course we would. I'm kind of wondering why Mike isn't here as well. He seemed fine last night," Bill pointed out.

"What? His house is on the other side of town! Why do we-" Richie began to complain, but Bill was quick to turn and kick the sunbathing boy in the side. "Fuck! Fine, we can go check on the homeschooler," he grumbled out as he held his side and glared at Bill.

"You guys are all okay with that?" Y/N asked as she looked around Bill and over at the others. The Losers almost wanted to protest for a second, but then they saw the small amount of fear in Y/N's eyes and the way she was looking at them hopefully.

A chorus of agreement came from the group and they all noticed how Y/N visibly relaxed at their words. She then glanced over at Richie who was silently pouting as he poked at his hurting side.

"Rich?" Y/N said causing the boy looking over at her in annoyance. "You don't have to come if you don't want to," she told him.

Richie softened slightly at that and let his eyes flicker over the girl's face before he let out a small sigh and laid back down. "No, I'm not a pussy so I'm going, okay? Just give me a few more minutes to work on my tan," he said.

"Tan?" Eddie scoffed. "What tan? Your paleness blinds me more than the sun." Richie sent a glare in his friend's direction and was about to respond, but Y/N's voice cut him off.

"Thanks, Richie," Y/N said as she sent a small smile in the boy's direction. Richie waved his hand at her as if it were nothing.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't go soft on me now, L/N," he said as he laid back down. Y/N just smiled and leaned against Bill who hesitantly wrapped an arm around her before resting his head on top of hers, the two staring off at the sunset in front of them in silence.

As they did this, Richie let himself steal one glance in Y/N's direction. Ever since she moved to Derry, she had become one of his best friends. Despite all the teasing and the arguments they had, the two still loved each other with all their hearts and, Richie would never admit it, but she meant a hell of a lot more to him than he would let ever let on.

The boy let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes once again before muttering under his breath, "The things I do for that girl."

- - -

"I don't get why we have to go check on him tonight. I mean, he could be knee deep in sheep guts or some shit like that," Richie complained. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing that the boy was only complaining to make it seem like he wasn't easily going along with the plan.

"Richie, could you do me a favor and shut the fuck up?" Y/N asked.

"Why don't you make me, L/N?" Richie called back with a smirk earning a small glare in his direction from the young girl.

Y/N turned her attention back to the road ahead of her and hesitated when she saw the road that she knew Mike liked to ride home on. She didn't know why she felt the need to go down that way, but she knew a part of the reason was because of what she had seen last night. She wanted to make sure that the damn house was nothing but just a damn house.

Wordlessly, Y/N turned her bike and began to ride down Neibolt Street causing the Losers to all look behind them in surprise. "L/N, you dumbass, Mike's house is this way!" Richie yelled out, but Y/N didn't respond and merely pedaled faster down the street.

Bill didn't even hesitate before turning his bike around and hurrying after the girl, softly calling out, "Y/N?"

"Bill, not you too," Stan muttered in annoyance before he followed after the boy, Beverly and Ben going with him.

"Guys, this is stupid! I'm not about to go down that fucking street!" Eddie yelled out earning a small chuckle from Richie.

"What? You too pussy, Eddie Spaghetti?" Richie asked before he began to bike after the others.

"Richie!" Eddie exclaimed, but the boy didn't listen and just ride on down the street. Taking a hit off his inhaler, the young boy watched as his friends disappeared from view as they went further down the street. "Shit," Eddie muttered with a sigh before he began to pedal after them.

Y/N didn't know what she was expecting when she approached the house, but what she had been hoping for was nothing but an empty house. She had gotten mostly what she wanted, but the thing that stood out in front of the Well House was a bike that looked to have been tossed into the bushes.

The sunlight shinning off of the metal was the only reason she had spotted it, but that was enough to have her stopping her bike almost immediately.

Not even a second passed by before Bill had pulled up beside her, his eyes looking at her in concern before he asked, "Y/N, w-w-what's going on? M-M-Mike's house is the o-o-other way."

Y/N didn't respond, her gaze frozen on the bike. Bill furrowed his eyebrows and reached out before gently placing his hand on top of Y/N's shaking one. "Y-Y-Y/N?" He whispered as he looked at her before looking up at the house in front of them.

He hadn't been looking at the house for a reason and couldn't stop himself from shuddering at the sight of the house, memories flashing through his head that had him paling slightly. Why had she stopped in front of this house of all the houses? She had wanted to find Mike, so what had changed her mind?

But then he too caught sight of the shinning metal and his breath hitched in his throat as he recognized the bike as Mike's. But why-?

"L/N! What the fuck do you think you are doing? You know what this place is right?" Richie yelled out as he pulled up beside the two. It was only when Bill turned to look at the boy that he noticed Beverly, Ben, and Stan were there as well, their eyes trained on nothing but the house before them.

"You've got to be kidding me," Eddie huffed as he stopped his bike beside Richie, his eyes trained on the house as well.

"What the hell is she doing?" Richie whisper yelled as he looked to Bill for answers. "I thought she wanted to see Mike."

Bill opened his mouth to talk, but Stan was quick to cut him off, "Woah, woah, woah. Y/N, what are you doing?"

Bill quickly whipped his head around, his eyes widening at the sight of Y/N walking onto the Well House property. Her eyes were trained on the bike in the bushes and she didn't even hesitate before pulling it out for everyone to see.

"Motherfu-" Richie began, but his voice was drowned out by Eddie freaking out and yelling, "Holy shit!"

"Mike's bike," Beverly and Ben whispered before they glanced at each other. Ben reached out and took Beverly's hand in a comforting way before they looked back at the bike that Y/N was staring at with a pale look on her face.

"Why would Mike come here?" Stan asked confused. "He hates this house as much as the rest of us. You don't think-"

"No. There's no way. There's no fucking way," Richie told him, his voice stern as he glared at his friend. "Why would you even suggest something like that? Twenty seven years, remember?"

"Richie's right. We've still got twenty four years," Eddie pointed out. "Mike's got to be messing with us."

"Messing with us? Why would he mess with us like that?" Beverly asked.

"Cause he's an asshole," Richie muttered in annoyance. He then looked to house before yelling out, "Okay, come on out, dude! This isn't fucking funny!"

The group was all silent as they looked to the house, but there was no response, only the creaking of wood as the old house settled.

A clanging noise had the Losers turning to see that Y/N had tossed Mike's bike to the ground and was running towards the house. The Losers' eyes widened and they quickly scrambled to get off of their bikes as they yelled out, "Y/N, don't go in there!"

Bill reached the girl first and, right as she was about to open the front door, he grabbed her hand before yanking her back. "W-W-What are you d-d-doing? You c-c-can't go in t-t-there!" Bill exclaimed.

"Why not? Mike's obviously in there and you guys killed It, so I don't see a problem," she told him, her eyes scanning his face as she spoke as if she was waiting for him to tell her she was wrong. There was a beat of silence before she looked over the group. "You guys did kill It, right?"

The way she asked the question told them that she wasn't going to believe them no matter what they said. This caused them to look at her curiously. "What are you talking about, Y/N?" Beverly asked.

Y/N paled slightly as she realized what she was alluding too and shook her head. "Nothing. It's nothing," she told them. "But I'm going inside, okay? You can either join me or not. I didn't give a shit."

Then, before anyone could respond, she tore her arm away from Bill, opened the front door, and disappeared inside. "Sh-Sh-Shit," Bill muttered before he hurried inside after the girl.

Y/N turned at the sound of the door opening and felt herself relax a little at the sight of Bill walking inside with the Losers all shuffling along behind him. She gave them a small smile as she allowed them to catch up to her.

Bill instantly went to her side and took her hand in his own as he laced their fingers together. The others all just filed in and the group all looked around at the old house before Y/N called out, "Mike?"

They didn't get a response and Richie let out a small groan before muttering, "I'm going to fucking kill him when we find him."

"You and me both," Stan said as the group slowly began to make their way through the house.

Y/N hadn't experienced any of the stuff the Losers has gone through with It, so she felt a little guilty for dragging them all inside when she saw the hesitant looks on their face and the way they kept glancing around like they were afraid something would jump out and grab them.

But she had to be sure that this wasn't what she though was going on. She had to be sure that Mike was okay and that this was nothing but a joke.

She had to be sure that It wasn't back, that they weren't back.

It wasn't until they had checked the whole upstairs and downstairs that the group knew where they had to go next. "Mike, this is not funny!" Eddie exclaimed as the group began to make their way down the stairs that led to the basement.

Bill's hold on Y/N's hand was tight and Y/N glanced at the boy before putting her other hand on his arm and rubbing it gently. Bill walked a little closer to her when they got into the basement. He was trying to act brave, but something about being in this house again made him feel like anything but.

The group split up into two groups as they looked around the basement, Y/N being with Bill and Stan and Beverly with Ben, Richie, and Eddie. Y/N had dragged her group over to the side with the well which probably hadn't even the smartest choice she had made that evening because the sight of the well had both Stan and Bill freezing in place, the action causing Y/N to be jerked back.

She turned to look at the boys as she felt Bill's iron grip on her hand. She followed their gazes to the well and felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. Y/N turned to look at the boys and waved her hand in front of their faces until they looked to her.

Stan blinked at Y/N before turning and saying, "I'll look over here." With that, the boy had scurried away leaving Bill and Y/N standing together by the well.

Y/N was silent as she looked to Bill before asking, "You okay?"

Bill glanced up at the girl and gave her a look before saying, "You tell me the truth as to why we are here first and I'll answer your question."

Y/N frowned at that, but luckily for her she wouldn't have to respond because Eddie was suddenly yelling, "Guys, I think we found something!"

Stan was by their side within seconds and the three made their way across the basement and get to the side that the others had been checking out. Y/N had really been hoping that the events that had taken place last night were fake, but as soon as she caught sight of what Eddie was talking about, she knew how wrong she was.

On the wall in front of the Losers was what looked to be a huge line of goo that pulsed and was glowing with different colors. Y/N paled at the sight, her skin so white that she could've been mistaken for a ghost.

"What the fuck is that?" Stan asked confused as he took a step closer.

"I don't know," Richie whispered. He then looked to Stan in excitement. "It's cool, right?"

"Guys," Y/N whispered, her voice so low because of her fright that no one heard her.

Eddie looked at his best friend in disgust. "No, Richie, it is not cool. It's like a giant mosh pit for bacteria," he muttered.

"I'll give you ten dollars if you touch it," Richie said.

"Are you kidding me, there's no way in hell I'm going to. . .did you say ten bucks?" Eddie asked.

"Guys," Y/N said again, this time her voice being louder but none of the Losers registering that she was trying to get their attention.

"N-N-No one's touching t-t-that," Bill told them as he walked up and pulled Richie and Eddie away from the thing on the wall. "W-W-We don't even k-k-know what it i-i-is."

"Guys!" Y/N exclaimed finally catching the attention of the others. The Losers all turned to the girl, but their smiles dropped at the sight of her pale face and shaking form.

"We have to get out here," she whispered, her voice shaking as she looked at them worriedly.

Richie let out a sigh and turned his body towards her. "What are you talking about, L/N? We-" however, his voice got cut off by something suddenly shooting out from the goo.

This caused a chorus of high pitched screams to escape the Losers' mouths as they all stared at the hand that was coming out of the goo. "Run!" Y/N yelled as she began to shove her friends away from the goo and towards the stairs.

"What the fuck! What the fuck!" Eddie yelled as he scrambled away from the hand and over to Y/N, the two being the ones at the end of the pack. Bill, Richie Beverly, Ben, and Stan were already making their way up the stairs, but Eddie and Y/N had frozen at the sight of something walking out of the goo.

Now it was Eddie's turn to panic as he caught sight of the creature that he hadn't seen in three years, Pennywise. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Eddie yelled as he grabbed onto Y/N's hand and began to sprint up the stairs.

"Awe, come on, Eddie! I thought we were friends," Pennywise taunted as he began to follow after the two.

"Fucking hell! Is that-?" Y/N heard Richie say from the top of the staircase, but he was cut off by Beverly yelling, "Eddie, Y/N, run!"

Y/N glanced back and her eyes widened at the sight of the clown running up the stairs after them at an inhuman-like pace. "Eddie!" Y/N screamed as she held tightly onto her friend's hand.

Eddie glanced back and his eyes widened before he pulled the two up the last of the stairs and through the door. Beverly and Ben quickly slammed the door shut behind them while Richie and Bill helped Eddie and Y/N onto their feet.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Stan yelled from the front door which he was holding open for them. The Losers' all scrambled towards the doorway and had just run out when Pennywise broke down the basement door.

The group all let out screams as they ran down the sidewalk and to their bikes. They were on them and riding down the street within a matter of seconds and Y/N, being the last one, managed to just barely miss Pennywise's outstretched hand as she pedaled away from the house.

They made it half way down the street before Y/N glanced back to see that Pennywise was glaring at her from the yard. She managed to see him walk back into the house before the Losers were all turning the corner.

They didn't stop biking until they knew they were a safe distance away. And it was only then that they stopped their bikes and collapsed to the ground in a panting mess.

"You fucking believe me now, L/N?" Richie asked, referring to Y/N 'not believing him.' Y/N didn't respond and the group all turned to look at her only to find that she was shaking rapidly as tears streamed down her face.

The group all sat up in alarm and Eddie was quick to whack Richie and throw a glare in the boy's direction. They believe this to be the first time Y/N had ever seen It, but what they didn't realize was that she had an encounter with the clown the night before.

Bill made his way over to the girl and was going to comfort her, but she just shook her head and got up onto her feet. "We. . .we need help," she told them as she tried to catch her breath.

The Losers went to object, but Y/N shook her head. "You don't get it! This is bigger than that fucking clown, guys! That thing it came out of, that's something I know about and where that leads is somewhere no one wants to go. If Mike is in there. . ." She trailed off and it was in that moment that the group felt a true sense of fear and dread wash over them.

"We're going to need some help."

"From who?" Richie asked as he and the others pulled themselves up onto their feet. "The police in our town don't do shit!"

Y/N was silent as she looked at her friends, but the moment she glanced at Bill, he knew what she was suggesting. When she said she knew what the thing on the wall was, she was being serious. Pennywise may be something they know about, but the goo and whatever was behind it, that was something that Y/N knew about, something that Hawkins knew about.

Y/N picked up her bike and got on before looking to her friends. She was still visibly shaken, but not once did she look scared as she spoke.

"I think it's time I called my friends down in Hawkins, don't you think?"

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[the-mykie-show]

After your night with Negan you have to make an important decision, meanwhile your ex struggles to accept that your relationship is over and after he takes things too far Negan comes up with a plan to teach him a lesson once and for all. 

*rating* explicit 

*warnings* rough sex, multiple sex positions, semi public fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex, dirty talk, kind of stalking. 

In your dazed, half asleep state you almost mistake Negan's arm still wrapped around your waist for your ex's, before memories of last night flood back into your consciousness. You let out a contented sigh, remembering how Negan touched you, the way his tongue felt between your legs, how his cock filled you.

“You awake, darlin’?” he asks, his fingers brush your hair off your neck for him to press a soft kiss under your ear.

“Yeah.” you whisper, rolling over on the plush pillows to face him.

You're both still naked, and you feel the unmistakable ache that only really good sex could leave between your legs.

“You sleep alright?” he asks.

“Like a rock.” you replied.

“Yeah, couple of good orgasms will do that for you” his signature cocky smirk lights up his face.

You smack his shoulder playfully.

“You want to shower before you go?” he asks.

“That would actually be great. You joining?”

“Nah I got some shit to take care of.” Negan shows you to his personal bathroom, it's just as lavish as his bedroom, a large tub sits in one corner, a glass shower stall in the other, with plush black rugs,and matching fluffy towels. You could almost forget the apocalypse even happened in here.

He gives you some shampoo and soap, and leaves you to it.

You notice in the floor length mirror that you have several hickeys on your neck and inner thighs, and a bruise shaped like Negan's fingers on your hip. You don't mind them though.

Once you've showered and wrapped yourself in a towel you leave the bathroom to go find your clothes wherever they were scattered last night. You expect Negan to be long gone, off attending to whatever the Sanctuary needed today, but instead he's waiting for you by the bed. He's already gathered your clothes and put them into a neat pile on end of the bed, next to them however is nice set of lingerie accompanied by a short black dress.

“What's this?” you ask looking between Negan and the dress.

“It's a proposal of sorts. If you want to say no you can, no questions asked, but I was hoping you would be my wife.” you're stunned by him yet again, you thought last night was a one time hookup, you weren't expecting him to ask you to join the six other girls he called his wives, you'd never given if you're opposed to the idea or not any thought. You'd never had reason to having been what you thought was a happy relationship.

“I don't know. Can I think about it?” you ask sheepishly.

“Yeah, of course. Regardless of what you decide, I'd fucking love to have a repeat of last night.” he says, pulling to him and planting a kiss on your lips. It starts to heat up right as someone knocks urgently on his door.

“What the fuck do you want?” he breaks the kiss to shout at the person on the other side of the door.

“We have a problem, sir.” Negan rolls his eyes.

“If you'll excuse me I have some clusterfuck to fix.” he leaves you to make your choice on your own. In the end you decide to keep the back dress but wear your own clothes for now.

You make your way down to the cafeteria for breakfast, loading your plate with your favorites, shooting the grumpy lady in a hairnet who always serves your morning meal a friendly smile which quickly fades once you remember that you no longer have a boyfriend to eat breakfast with.

Your steamy fling with Negan was enough to make you forget all about your lying scumbag of an ex for one night, but now in the cold light of day you're forced to confront the fact that you're alone now.

The little black dress laying upstairs in your room begins to look better and better as you find an empty table and settle in for your morning meal alone. You watch Negan's wives as you eat, they've always intimidated you since you arrived at the Sanctuary, but watching them now they seem nice enough. You watch as a pretty redhead throws a rolled up napkin at a tall dark skinned women sitting across from her and all the girls laughed together.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by an unfortunately familiar voice “Y/N! I've been looking all over for you all night. Where were you?” your ex stands in front of you.

“None of your business.” you snap.

“Come on, don't do this babe. I made a mistake, and I'm so sorry. Can you please give me another chance?” he pleads.

“No. You can go fuck yourself.” you take an angry bite of your breakfast not even bothering to look at him.

“Are those hickeys? Are you already fucking someone else?” he's angry now, he grabs your arm yanking you to face him suddenly.

“Who the fuck is he? You little whore getting with another guy the night you break up with me!” his grip on your arm gets bruising tight on your arm.

“I broke up with you because you cheated on me you stupid prick!” you try to jerk your arm away from him but he won't let you go. You start to get a little scared.

“You're hurting me, let me go.” he does, but you're certain it's only because people are starting to stare.

You feel sick to your stomach, you don't even want your breakfast anymore.

You managed to make it through the rest of the day without another run-in with your ex, you do run into Negan a few times but he doesn't ask if you've made a decision yet, just shoots you a knowing smirk and winks at you on his way by.

That night when you go back to your room you notice a small wicker basket by your door, it's filled with fresh wild flowers, a stuffed animal, and a bottle of wine that someone had to have spent a shit ton of their points on. At first it makes you smile, you think it must be from Negan, an attempt to win you over and get to say yes to being his wife no doubt. Then you see the card attached to the basket and realize it's from your ex.

“I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I need you. I love you.”

You stuff the stupid note back into the basket and shove it aside.

You don't care if he spent all his points on this apology basket, you don't care how much he wants you back, it isn't gonna happen.

The next morning there is yet another basket outside your door, this time with chocolates, a heart shaped necklace, and a bottle of whiskey.

After lunch another one arrives. At this point you start to fear that your ex is turning into a stalker, and people on your hall are starting to notice the heap of gifts outside your door, you hope someone will steal them so that you don't have to deal with them, but Negan has rules against such things that he enforces harshly when necessary so no one dares to.

That night when you returned to your room your door is unlocked. You know you locked it, your heart beats violently with fear, but you open the door anyway, your hand wrapping the knife at your hip.

You recognize the figure standing at the end of your bed seconds before you stab him. It's your ex.

“What are you doing in my room you psycho?!” you yell at him, flipping on the light, still branching your knife. You notice that he's spread rose petals around the room, as if a sappy romantic gesture was enough to win you back.

“I came to prepare a romantic evening for us.” he says, turning around slowly “Instead I found this.” he holds up the black dress Negan gave you.

“So you fucked Negan huh? And he asked you to join his little whore house. Can't say I'm surprised, that is his MO. Just like he did to Dwight. You gonna have him burn my face off too?” he laughs bitterly. “Just at least answer me this. Did you sleep with him when we were together?”

“No of course not. I was loyal to you, even though you cheated on me, lied to me, ignored me, treated me like shit. I was loyal. That night was the first time I've slept with anyone that wasn't you in years. In fact it'd been so long I'd forgotten sex is actually supposed to feel good until Negan.” you know you're playing with fire but you just can't help yourself.

“Come on Y/N you can't possibly mean that. We had good sex, you loved me. It's not too late, we can still get it all back.” he's pleading with you again, desperation in his eyes.

“I don't want it back. I don't want you back.” you say matter of factly.

“Please don't say that Y/N! I love you, I need you back.” you shake your head gesturing to the open door.

“I said no, now take your shit and get out of my room.”

“It's our room. Please just let me make it up to you. I could fuck you so much better than him.”

“No you really can't, not that it would matter if you could because we're over, and tonight I'm saying yes to Negan.” you hadn't even completely made up your mind about Negan's proposal until that moment but you know you're making the right decision.

“No! You can't, you belong to me, you're my girl.”

“I don't belong to anyone, I'm a person you shit head! Not a piece of property. But tonight I will be a married woman and you're going to have to accept that.” his eyes burn bright with anger, and for a moment you fear you're going to have to use your knife, lucky for you your neighbor across the hall, a sweet older lady who works in the gardens, comes home at the right moment.

“Are you okay, dear?” she asks, poking her head into your room. Your ex shoots you a dirty look and throws the black dress at you on his way out with a growl of “This isn't over.”.

“I'm fine, thank you.” you assure your neighbor before closing the door and going to work cleaning up the rose petals all over your room.

It takes forever to get them put into a pile on the floor, and before you can finish you hear a knock on the door. You freeze, you fear its your ex back to harass you more, but then Negan's voice speaks from the other side of the door.

“You in there babygirl?” you open the door, he sees you're wearing the little black dress and grins from ear to ear.

“You're saying yes?” he asks.

“Yes.” you returned his grin and he yanks you into a tight hug and presses his lips against yours in deep kiss. When you both come up for air he sees the mess of petals and gifts spread around your room.

“What's all this shit?” he gestures to the room with a leather clad hand.

“What do you think?” you sigh “my ex wants me back. He's trying very hard.”

“Of fucking course he does, you're a goddamn catch.” he smirks, playfully slapping you on the ass.

“Yeah, well he should have thought about how much he loved me before he did what he did.” you shake your head with disappointment.

“Yeah, he sure as shit should have. Do you want me to talk to him?” Negan offers, picking up the bottle of wine the idiot had left and examining it.

“I think that might make it worse, he thinks I belong to him.” Negan places the bottle down with the rest of the unwanted gifts and pulls you to him, his gloved hand sweeping your hair back to press his lips against your ear.

“Well then, maybe we just need to show that little prick who you really belong to.” he nips your ear lobe and your knees go weak.

Negan explains the rest of his plan, all while letting his hands wander all over your body, gently kneading your breasts, and eventually working your dress up over your ass, feeling you up and admiring the way your ass looks in the lingerie he gave you all the while.

You're unsure about his plan, you worry it will make the situation worse, not to mention it's a little intrusive and awkward, but in the end you decide to trust Negan.

You wait in Negan's office with him while he sends a Savior to find your ex, “you look nervous. Don't be,” he reassures you “it's not like this is anything either of us hasn't seen before.”

“I know, it's just I feel weird about this.” you admit.

“You don't have to do this if you don't want to, we can call it off.” you knew Negan would let you stop this whole thing on a moment's notice with no questions asked, that was a big part of why you trusted him with this. If anyone else had suggested this idea to you, you would have laughed in their face and told them to go fuck themselves. But this was Negan.

“No, let's do it.” you say.

Negan lifts you onto his desk, standing between your legs, he pulls you into a kiss that starts soft but soon turns rough, his tongue slipping into your mouth, the ache between your legs already stirring up again.

His lips move to your neck, “You sure you're good with this? You feel a little tense.”he says against your skin.

“Yeah, I'm just nervous, what he reacts violently?” he keeps kissing your neck, softly sucking in the sensitive spots, and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk.

“Do you realize who you're talking to?” he asks “He wouldn't dare. Now spread your legs for me, baby.” you do as he asks, opening your legs to reveal your bare sex, this plan requiring you to take off the lace panties.

He presses two fingers to your lips, “Get em nice and wet,”

you take them in your mouth and suck on them softly, wetting them so they'll slide inside you easier.

“Damn I can't wait to feel that mouth around my cock.” he groans pulling his fingers from between your lips and sliding them between your thighs, you feel them press against your already wet entrance.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod. His fingers fill you all at once in one smooth flick of his wrist, your thighs clamping around his hand.

He easily finds your sweet spot and slowly drags the pads of his fingers against it, your body clenching around him. Footsteps approach outside the door and his fingers still inside you, giving you the chance to change your mind. But you shake your head.

“Good girl, let me feel that tight little pussy come.” you can't hold in the moan when the heel of his hand rubs against your clit at the same time his fingers rub something deep inside you.

The Savior Negan had sent to get your ex knocked on his office door, you fidget nervously as Negan orders them to come in, his fingers still buried deep inside you.

You feel your ex’s shocked stare as realizes what Negan is doing to you. Negan holds up his unoccupied hand, signaling him to wait.

“C'mon baby, I know you like it when I fuck you real slow, but I got business to attend to.” his fingers feel so good inside you it isn't even awkward, you hands involuntarily grip his shoulders, moans falling from your lips as he makes you come. Your core tightening around him as you come, a warm wet rush coating his fingers in the evidence of just how good he made you feel.

You lean back on your elbows on his desk, feeling drunk on pleasure despite your ex standing there dumbfounded by what he'd just witnessed.

Negan turns to face him, licking the arousal and come from his fingers.

“Sorry about that, man.” he says with a smirk “gotta keep my girl satisfied, not that you'd probably know anything about pleasuring a woman” he laughed.

“What the hell is this?” your ex says. “I thought you wanted to talk to me?” he's pushing his luck with Negan.

“I sure as shit do. You got any ideas why that might be?”

“Not really, but is guess it has something to do with her?” he looks at you with disdain in his eyes, maybe even disgust.

“Well looks like you're not as big of a dumbass as I thought, because you are right. My wife here tells me you won't accept that she's over your ass and leave her alone.” his eyes dance between you and Negan, looking rather afraid now.  He knows he should be nervous, even if you weren't Negan's newest wife he wouldn't take kindly to a man harassing, borderline stalking a women. He probably thinks Negan has a much more severe punishment in mind, like the iron or the cells, or maybe even the fence.

“It's not like that…” he stammers “it's just… I.. I wanted to apologize and ask for her back. I wasn't gonna hurt her!”

“The thing is you already did apologize and ask for her back. It became concerning after you grabbed her and screamed at her in the cafeteria, and it became creepy after you you broke into her room. I'm not going to ask you to justify your shit ass choices, but I am going to have to insist that you apologize to the lady and swear on your nutsack this shit won't happen again.” Negan explains.

“I did nothing wrong, in fact that little whore should be thankful someone even wants that used up cunt enough to fight for her at all.” his words feel like a slap in the face, how could he say that about you? You thought he cared about you at least a little even after everything he did to hurt you.

Negan's whole demeanor changes, his eyes becoming dark and cold, almost murderous.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he growls, and before you know what's happening your ex is thrown against the wall and Negan's hands are around his throat.

“You don't fucking talk about my woman like that, you hear me you little fucker?” your ex struggles to breath, trying to push Negan off him. Negan doesn't budge until his face turns blue, finally letting him go and throwing him to the floor.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything Y/N! ”

“And?” Negan growls.

“And it won't happen again, I'll leave you alone.” he looks almost in tears.

“Good, now get your ass out of my sight.” he scrambles to his feet and hurries from Negan's office.

“You okay babygirl?” he asks once the office door slams behind your ex.

“Yeah, I just feel like an idiot.” you stare down at your feet in shame.

“You're not an idiot, baby.” he wraps his arms around you. “and you aren't a whore either. You can't let that shit get to you, he's just an asshole who didn't see what a beautiful, smart amazing woman he had, not to mention hot as fuck and awesome in bed.”

You smile a little at his words. “I'm pretty sure you don't hear this often enough, but you're a good guy, Negan.” you pull him down into a kiss, which he gladly reciprocates. “now why don't we finish what you started?”

“That's my dirty girl,” he smirks. “How about you get down on your knees for me?”

You gladly drop to your knees, reaching up to open his pants and pulling them down his legs with his boxers all at once, his manhood already hard. Staring up at him with the most innocent, doe eyed expression you can muster, you grip him by the hilt, you pop his tip in your mouth, sucking on it and curling your tongue around it, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Damn baby!” he groans. You can already taste his precome, so you tongue his slit making his hips involuntarily twitch and slide his cock against the back of your throat. You gag a little, not expecting the sudden thrust.

“Sorry sweetheart, I just couldn't help myself. You don't gotta deep throat me if you don't want to, this feels fucking amazing on its own.” you respond by slowly swallowing him all the way until you feel his tip at the back of your throat, you somehow managed to swallow him almost all the way to his balls, not leaving much of his shaft for you to stroke so instead you cup his balls kneading them while you suck. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and he lets out a deep moan.

Slowly pulling off, you suck his tip a little harder this time and then swallow him “Shit baby,” he groans “keep sucking my cock like that and you're gonna be my fuckin’ favorite in no time.” his hand twists in your hair, pulling gently as you bob your head up and down on his shaft. “Oh fuck yeah, just like that.” you feel his balls tense in your hand before he even warns you that he's going to come. You heed his warning by sucking his tip while he comes with a load groan. You swallow as much as you can before letting his half soft member slip from between your lips.

“That's my good girl.” his hand strokes your hair “Now that I've made that pretty little mouth mine, why don't you go bend over my desk and let me take you from behind?”

You stand up, and bend over his desk like he asked, he comes up behind you, his hand pressing your top half down while the other pushes your dress over the curve of your ass exposing you to him.

“You loved coming on my fingers in front of that prick didn't you?” his hand dipped between your legs.

“Yes.” you moan, admitting the truth that you'd gotten off on Negan pleasuring you in front of your ex, showing him how a real man gave a woman pleasure.

His fingers find your core, easily sliding inside you.

“Oh darlin’ you're fucking soaked. Did sucking me off get you this wet?” you nod.

He's already hard again and lining himself up with your entrance, his tip pressing into you.

“Ready babygirl?” he asks.

“Yes.” you moan. Your voice is so full of lust you barely recognize it as your own.

He enters you with one hard but smooth thrust, your body spasming around him as he lets you adjust to his size. At this angle it's even more obvious that he's a lot bigger than you're used to, once you're adjusted to the feeling of being filled so deeply you push your ass against his hips, pressing his cock deeper inside you.

Once he knows you're ready you feel him withdraw slightly and snap his hips forward with enough force to shake the desk, the angle is perfect, each thrust hitting that little spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

“You like that baby? You like my cock filling you up?” he thrusts roughly again. You'd never liked rough sex before Negan, but now it felt amazing, you figure maybe you'd just never had it done right before Negan.

“Harder.” you found yourself moaning the command after a few more rough thrusts, even Negan seems surprised by it, but he does it anyway. The force of his thrusts rattle the whole desk, knocking a lamp over and sending some books crashing to the floor.

You feel your core tightening with your building orgasm, each thrust increasing the intensity, and making your walls squeeze him.

“Damn you're so fucking tight.” he groaned.

“You gonna come for me… again.” you can practically feel the smirk in his voice, and I want to say something snide back, but then his hand reaches around, his fingers finding you clit. He teases the sensitive bundle of nerves with a maddeningly light touch, the complete opposite of his rough, hard thrusts.

You feel your walls start to flutter and throb around him, your orgasm finally over taking you, he drags your pleasure out with slow but hard and deep thrusts, his fingers still working your over stimulated clit, while your toes curl in your shoes and your hands hang onto the edge of the desk for dear life.

Your core is still spasming with aftershocks of your orgasm when Negan finds his release, his body going rigid behind you as you feel him spill inside you. He keeps thrusting as hard as he can until he's spent himself completely and his cock starts to soften.

In one dizzying movement he pulls out and turns you around to face him.

“Fuck, I am a lucky man! I'm glad you said yes, babygirl.” he kisses you, this time it's soft and lazy. And you've never felt more content than you do in his arms, that somehow still pleasurable freshly fucked ache deep inside you and his come on your thighs.

[stabbykiri]

Hey since all the Orion shit has come up again, please can you tell me what happens during his time on CR because I've decided I refuse to suffer through it but I'd like to watch CR1. If not that's fine, don't want to drag up bad memories or shit

has it come up again? I haven’t been in the loop, but I’m totally okay with going through it! basically what happened during his time on CR was that he was not a great player to be around. 

he metagamed constantly and lied about dice rolls so many times the people around him had to confirm his dice rolls for matt

constantly made the story only about tibs. this was especially annoying because he was around for the start of the Brairwood Arc which we all know is Percy’s arc, but he pretty consistently tried to veer off course to focus on his stuff.

got angry at matt when tibs got feeble minded during a fight even though matt had credible in character reasons as to why tibs got targeted with feeble mind (you can actually see them talk in the background of a really early q&a and it looks kinda tense and uncomfortable)

sidelined a “shopping episode” HEAVILY by buying a bunch of mirrors and basically just stopped the game completely instead of doing what everyone else usually does when they buy something in bulk (glossing over it quickly so they can move on instead of lingering)

made some INCREDIBLY gross comments about Vex/Laura that visibly made Travis angry (i think he did the same with Marisha/Kiki but i can’t remember)

this wasn’t on stream but someone tweeted orion with some redbubble design they made having to do w/ tibs and orion flipped his shit bc tibs was “his intellectual property” and told the fan they were “un-crittered”

what got people to really not like him was what he did after leaving CR (including but not limited to stealing money he was raising for a mod of his who had recently lost her father and being abusive to his ex-girlfriends and using a sockpuppet account to tweet defamatory things about one in particular while hashtagging crit role in a desperate attempt to stay relevant lmao) but that was what happened on stream. 

If you wanna watch C1 but don’t want to see Orion, the first episode after he leaves is “The Sun Tree” which starts you off in the part of the Brairwood Arc where things really kick off (and Matt’s recaps at the beginning of the episode are in my opinion good enough to catch you up if you need context, but if you need more the CR wiki has great summaries for those earlier episodes). For character background, I’d say watch “The Adventures of Vox Machina” to catch up on VM’s adventures before the stream and if you don’t wanna watch the first ep completely, at least watch the character bios at the beginning to get a general sense of everyone if you need it.

If you want to watch more but want to skip as much Orion as possible (warning: you will watch some Orion but this recommendation cuts it down to just the episodes I feel new people should absolutely watch if they’re not gonna skip to the Briarwoods) watch the first episode if not the first couple to get a feel of the characters (Orion is actually tolerable in those episodes I really liked Tibs in those episodes), then skip to them leaving the Underdark and arriving in Emon (”Escape from the Underdark”) since it sets up the city they consider “home” for a while and important NPCs to both the upcoming arcs and just in general. Then watch the “Trial of The Take” episodes that are SO FUN and introduce a few guest pcs including two in particular that pop in a lot in campaign one (Kash and Zahra), then skip to “The Rematch” for more important NPCs and set up for later arcs before continuing on to the next episode “The Feast”, AKA, the beginning of the Briarwoods. The one episode I ABSOULTELY RECOMMEND TO SKIP is  “The Path to Whitestone”. It’s Orion’s last episode and he’s at his absolute worst. Just read the summary on the wiki if you want to know everything that went on but, again, Matt’s recaps are pretty good.

I hope that’s all helpful! Feel free to ask me anything else :)

[crossroadsimagine]

Could I get a match up with a guy from Naruto? I'm an extrovert, polite and distant with strangers and crazy around my friends. I'm creative, I love to draw and write, I play the piano and the transverse flute, I love reading and learning. I like "quiet-time" - I don't need or want constant action. I'm honest (seriously, I hate lies), a good listener and supportive. On the other hand I tend to beat myself up over mistakes and feel like I'm not good enough. I'm also a daydreamer. :) Thanks!

☰ Matched with Shikamaru

Shikamaru falls for you pretty quicklybut won’t let you know immediately, he’ll wait until the two of you have knowneach other for awhile first a few weeks or months first unless the two of youhave known each other since the two of you were little. 

He’ll just wait untilthe moment seems right and he’ll ask you out though he will seem slightly moreflustered or embarrassed, but just enough to make you wonder what’s going on.Once the two of you start dating, he is very loving and considerate towardsyou, he’s not overly affectionate but will cuddle with you on occasion when thetwo of you are alone. 

You are an extrovert and can be distant around strangersbut outgoing and crazy when with your friends, Shikamaru tends to be a bitextroverted and introverted and while he won’t like crowds and busy areas, he alsowon’t want to stay home all day, especially if you are going out he’ll want togo with you. 

You and Shikamaru both enjoy relaxing and quiet time and do notneed constant action or need to constantly be doing stuff together, Shikamaruis perfectly content sitting quietly doing different hobbies in the same roomor lying next to each other watching the stars or the clouds or even nappingtogether. 

He will like going out occasionally though but still isn’t a big fanof places he knows will be busy like the movies or an amusement park, he prefersnature and going on walks, the beach, gardens or going to festivals and fairs.He likes taking the opportunity to spoil you when he can but not with expensiveor grand gifts or anything but things, he knows you like or collect, like sinceyou enjoy reading, he’ll aim to get you books he knows you like or will enjoy. 

Shikamaru is a great listener and will like hearing you talk about yourself andyour day in general, even if you need to complain and vent about your day or aproblem you’re dealing with. He will even try to offer you some advice or helpwith problems though he can be very blunt and will not lie or sugar coat whathe wants to say, especially if he thinks you need the brutal truth even if it’sjust his opinion. 

Shikamaru is very comforting and understanding and willencourage you to be yourself and follow your dreams, even when it comes to yourmistakes or insecurities he’s comforting always. If you are having a bad hair dayhe’ll explain how beautiful you look, if you’re feeling chubby he insists youlook perfect and will spend the day cuddling with you, if you mess something upor make a mistake he’s reassuring that it’s not the end of the world and youwill bounce back. 

He is always encouraging and supportive and will never letyou sit around feeling bad about yourself because he is very observant and willtake action the moment, he sees you acting differently than normal. He wantsnothing but the best for you and wants to make you smile and stay happy, he’llstay by your side through all ups and downs and push you to achieve your dreamsand goals.

☰ Headcanons between you two

■He will be very lazy but when he can be helpful to you, he will be because hewon’t like seeing you struggling with something or taking a long time to finishsomething whether it’s chores or studying, he will offer his help even thoughhe may seem annoyed or bothered by it.

■He does not get jealous but instead he can get annoyed if you start spending alot of time with others instead of with him, or if you talk about someone elsea lot like a new friend or coworker or even a family member, he’ll seemdisinterested and irritated when you talk about them.

■He will go out with you to different places but really prefers to stay at home,preferring to play games, watch movies or lay around and watch the clouds orstars. He’ll really hate being out around crowds or busy areas.

■Enjoys staying home with you rather than going out and will even often initiatecuddles with you when the two of you are alone. Especially if he’s relaxing andlaying down, he’ll like pulling you into hug and cuddles with him in bed or on the couch.

☰ Other possible matches

◐ Hashirama is very upbeat, affectionateand positive and is always encouraging towards you and supports everything youdo and want to do in life, he is very spontaneous and once he gets an idea inhis head, he wants to make it happen right away. Whether it’s going out forsomething to eat, trying a new restaurant, going to a festival, seeing a movie,going to the beach or absolutely anything he’ll want to go do it. Often timesgrabbing your hand and wanting to go do something right that instant, but he’s alsoperfectly comfortable staying home with you. He can be extremely loving andaffectionate and doesn’t mind PDA and can even be smothering with it at times.

◐ Yamato is understanding, considerate anda great listener and pushes you to not only open up to him and trust him but toachieve your goals, no matter if they are large or small goals like graduatingfrom a University or even just sticking to an exercise routine he’ll try tohelp motivate you to stick to your goals. He likes talking with you andlistening to you and prefers staying home or being outside with you and he willnot care for crowds or PDA, though he does genuinely adore being affectionateand cuddly with you when the two of you are alone. He shows interest in yourhobbies and will ask questions about what you’re doing or working on.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Nancy

Rio: If you wanna head home 'fore nan and granddad are ready, you can always have a lift back with us Nancy: Thanks Nancy: I'm in no rush though Rio: Having a good time then? Nancy: Sure Nancy: It's not a classroom, I'll take it Rio: Yeah, I bet you're buzzing Nancy: You mean you can't tell? Well, that's devastating Nancy: I reckoned on it being so obvious, like Rio: I mean, your poker face ain't all that, babe, if you wanna be real about it Nancy: More of a resting bitch, I know Nancy: The good news must not have sunk in yet Rio: Give it a few Nancy: Yeah Rio: Anyway, can't do anything about it now Rio: May as well enjoy your summer Nancy: Like I said, I already am Nancy: Aside from the prospect of going home Rio: 👍 Rio: How bad can it be Rio: he's taken one for the team Nancy: No, he's made sure exams mean more than they did before Nancy: and made me the focus since he's a less than safe convo topic Rio: Well, your family's inability to communicate is longstanding and not my fault so I'm not gonna take the blame for it, nor is my baby Rio: Sorry, like Nancy: I didn't ask Nancy: It's not my fault that his fall from grace makes me their poster child for success now either, I definitely never asked for that Rio: If you're going to feel so sorry for yourself, don't be surprised when people feel it for you in return Rio: Oddly enough our decision to have a child wasn't exactly about you Nancy: I'm only surprised the pity party isn't full already Nancy: My brother tends to take up a lot of space Rio: Please Rio: We've got no reason to be sorry, either definition Rio: we're happy, if you lot wanna be miserable then the party is all yours Nancy: Does he know that? Does he feel it? 'Cause he sounded like he wanted me to be sorry for him many times over when we last spoke Rio: Like I said, you're all crap at communicating Rio: but thanks Nancy: Yeah, and he's one of the worst Nancy: If I feel sorry for anything, it's for you, for that much, like Rio: Fuck off Rio: I don't need your pity Nancy: Don't tell me to fuck off Rio: Why not? You've seen fit to talk to me how you please Nancy: 'Cause you're judging my communication skills like its your job, for one thing Nancy: And for another, I haven't said anything like that to you, ever Rio: You said in as few words as possible that you don't think Buster really wants our baby, implying that I don't know him and we don't talk, whilst you were at it Rio: but no Rio: the f bomb in response, so much worse, Jesus Nancy: No I haven't Nancy: All I've said to him is that his timing is ridiculous and when was the last time we even spoke, me and you? Before exams probably so Rio: What does it matter to you, or your parents for that matter Rio: He's still going to Uni, he's still doing everything they want Nancy: I don't care what they want Nancy: I care about him and how hard it's gonna be Nancy: I won't be here to help either of you, not even in the same country, so excuse me for being worried Rio: When ain't life? Rio: You can't let that stop you from doing what you want Nancy: You don't need to make it harder on yourself, Jesus Rio: Well that ain't how it's going to be, or how we see it Nancy: It's easy for him to see it that way when he never admits that he needs help or that anything could possibly be a struggle in the slightest Nancy: He's just perfect and everything will be, end of story Rio: I help him Rio: and I know that, I knew that before this even started Nancy: I know you do and you know I love you, yeah? I'm not saying this to be a bitch to you Rio: I know Rio: but I don't get why you can't translate your worry into supporting him, that is literally all he needs from you Rio: instead of the constant barage of questions Nancy: because I'm scared for him and he scares me Nancy: how little he thinks about anything Nancy: He just wants and he gets and I'm the only one who cares if it'll work out or not Nancy: you know that's what he's always been like Rio: It's going to work out Rio: even if you wanna talk worst case scenarios, we have to get divorced, yeah Rio: he'll still have the kid, I'm not that bitch Nancy: I hope it does Nancy: Genuinely Nancy: You know that Rio: I think I do Rio: but you don't always show it Rio: I know it's a lot Rio: but it's hard for him when none of you seem happy for him or even say it's alright, like Rio: why do you think he can't admit he needs help, when has he got it? Nancy: Do you? 'Cause when you got together I had to re-evaluate everything I thought I knew about him and you Nancy: He says he's loved you since he was a kid, I was there, I have almost the same memories Nancy: But I don't Nancy: at all Rio: Why does it matter? We were all kids Nancy: 'Cause all this time he was so unhappy and I didn't know, okay Nancy: I didn't do anything Rio: None of us did Rio: He didn't want you to know, anyone Rio: you can't take blame for it like you wilfully ignored cries for help but he's trying now Rio: he needs you now, okay Nancy: I'm trying too Nancy: I just Nancy: I don't know him, if I ever did Nancy: How am I meant to know what to do? Rio: You did Rio: You were close then, just because you didn't know this one thing doesn't mean you weren't Rio: You wouldn't tell him about every crush you had, especially if you felt shame about being gay or there was another reason you knew he could judge you for it, you know? Rio: Just, try and be nice to each other, simple and as stupid as it sounds Rio: that's all you gotta do in this world though Nancy: You can say wanting to fuck my teacher, that's pretty shameful, babe Nancy: Lord, did you really have to do the one thing that scares me most to test me Nancy: Babies are terrifying Rio: Well you know, I assume you weren't child thirsting after your reception teacher like 👌👌👌 nice cardigan miss Rio: Nah Rio: they're just people Rio: I guess that's kinda the problem though Nancy: Hey, she was cute! And very attentive Nancy: Well, not to be dramatic and turn this into a therapy session but the last time I was properly excited for a baby to be born, he died Nancy: And now we don't talk about him Rio: That isn't going to happen again Rio: and you could talk to Buster about him Rio: he's thinking about him too Nancy: Does he talk about him to you? Rio: Yeah, a little Rio: we're going to give the baby his name as a middle Nancy: Really? Rio: I should say we don't know it's a boy yet, we just think it is Rio: but I won't say 'if not, the next one' and freak you out further, like Nancy: Go ahead, I'm just out here openly crying at the beach Rio: I'm sorry Rio: you can use my ugly dress as a hankie if you wanna Nancy: It's not that bad Rio: It's years old 'cos everything I own now would leave no need to announce this Rio: tempting but probably not Nancy: You should have come to me, my wardrobe runneth over Nancy: Literally, I need to have such a huge clear out before uni starts Rio: You planning to reinvent yourself as a minimalist? 😏 Rio: local charity shops gonna be a goldmine, like Nancy: Reinvent myself, yeah, as that, no Nancy: I get it, not tempting to come over when I'm being a bitch Nancy: I'm sorry you have to suffer that dress as a result, babe Rio: Well you know, or we could say I was giving you space and time Rio: politer Rio: I'm not even sure it was ever mine Rio: maybe it was yours, the ultimately bitchery to get it out of my system Nancy: Not to be that bitch or lesbian stereotype, okay, but what's under it? Can you not just remove it now the secret's out? Nancy: Be you again Rio: 😂 Rio: Still got it, babe Rio: I guess I can now Rio: It's weird Nancy: Do it for my brother if not me Nancy: You think I need to sort my face, look at his right now Rio: Poor boy Rio: at least I didn't straighten my hair, then he'd really be devastated Nancy: 😂 Nancy: I wish you had, I'd have taken so many pics to post and tag him in Rio: 😏 Pure evil, like Nancy: Genetically, sorry Nancy: Not saying you should watch The Omen again or anything but Rio: 😲 How rude Rio: but if I remember correctly that fucker was adopted so it would've been more cutting to come at me with Rosemary's Baby, like Rio: slacking Nancy: Oops, horror movies not really my forte Rio: You should reconsider Rio: yeah the bitch always dies, but she's usually half-naked beforehand, like Nancy: Are you gonna put your arm around me when it gets scary though? I think not Rio: You know I would you just ain't vibing 💔 Nancy: Lies! I just told you to strip Rio: True enough Rio: There's hope yet then Nancy: I'm sorry for being a bitch this whole time Nancy: I've missed you, it feels like exams lasted years Rio: I know, it was stressful and I weren't even taking them so God knows how you lot survived Rio: How do you feel about them, genuinely? Nancy: I know you love him, but how much of a prick was he during his, like 1-10? To make me feel better Nancy: I feel bad but like, I always do about that stuff so Nancy: It doesn't mean anything Rio: Oh, 11, for sure 😏 Rio: no, it was hard though, he was stressed as fuck Rio: you'll have done what you needed to do, I know Nancy: At least you could play the pregnancy card, like DO NOT STRESS ME, BOY Nancy: I basically had to shut myself away to get the same effect Rio: I feel it, Junior looks like this is his first time seeing sunlight in years, he hasn't taken his sunglasses off Rio: know they're prescription but come on Rio: as for the pregnancy card, great for getting out of arguments you've probably caused being a crazy bitch, like Nancy: I don't think he remembers who any of us are 😂 Nancy: It's not too late to have some actual fun today, is it? Nancy: You need it too, Buster said you've been pretty sick Nancy: He's dramatic, but still Rio: Of course not Rio: Someone suggested going to the pub to celebrate but as I'm the one with the baby I can make sure they choose somewhere nice with a decent cocktail list and beer garden, not a grotty old man pub, like Rio: Just morning sickness but it was pretty shitty and lonely when he was at School and so was Indie Rio: but fingers crossed I'm over that now so Nancy: We have to do something about that dress first Nancy: Come with me before we go anywhere else Nancy: I will save you Rio: 🙌 Rio: If you take me near a maternity section, we will brawl Nancy: God no Nancy: I'd burst into flames Rio: 😂 Rio: You remembered suncream today though, yeah? Nancy: Yes, mum Nancy: Maternity clothes are actually disgusting and I'm not letting it happen to you Nancy: Or my niece or nephew, how embarrassing to look back on Rio: It's just not necessary either Rio: do you know how big most clothes go these days like Nancy: Thank you! Like be more creative than that Nancy: If you wear a smock I'm disowning you Nancy: I don't care if you're having twins in a heatwave Rio: You'll be glad to know it ain't, unless one of them was hiding real stealth, but I'd be much bigger, pretty sure Nancy: Yeah, you'd need more than that dress to hide behind, right? Mum was such a ridiculous size with us, the pics are actually like something out of a scary movie Nancy: Say what you like about her, and do, but she always looked good Rio: Honestly, poor bitch Rio: Feel her small girl pain in a way you can never Rio: feeling like a human ball some days and it is just the one Nancy: Why do you think I'm not taking you to a maternity section, they'd think I was the one with a baby on board Nancy: No offense but kill me Rio: Oh bitch no Rio: like, is daddy excited or terrified, Nance? Rio: straight girl bants Nancy: I nearly threw up in my mouth Nancy: Not morning sickness, sorry lads Rio: You keep down your breakfast if you getting in my car, thank you very much Nancy: Such a mum 😏