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piffany666 · 8 months ago

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OK just one more punk progeny won't hurt ~

Chapter 8: exceptions

(Ftm trans Bright eyes - uses he/him pronouns)

(Lovely demi girl - uses they/she pronouns)

Fred's eyes lingered on the door that was closed behind Bright and Porter.

He had so much to think about after that meeting, and yet he couldn't distract himself from the interaction he had just witnessed.

Fred's pov:

Well...those two seemed to...get along.

Wait. What am I doing? Some crazy stuff just happened and I'm more focused on who Brights...associating with!?

....this is all.....a lot.

We don't talk for a few months and suddenly he's on his way to become a Prince!?

I know how stubborn he is but you'd think he'd at least tell me SOMETHING

Actually no. I know that no matter what Bright would've kept this from me for as long as he could. But Sam. Sam should have said something. Hell he's the one who apparently gave William permission to take him in! And since when did Bright get so close to William anyway?!

.........no. dont think that. Thats not-

"You alright kiddo?"

End of Freds pov.

Sam interrupted his spiraling thoughts.

"I'm...no i-i don't know"

Sam sighed, then sat beside him.

"Thought so. Listen, I'm sorry I didn't say anything about this sooner. It's just....you know Bright, he would've been pissed off to high heaven if I'd told you his business, and besides, it wasn't a definite dissension. Hell, I only just found out that he'd made his choice. I would've thought he'd have told you by now, if only to claim bragging rights"

"Nah, we stopped talking after we had that arrangement, and when Bright wants to avoid someone -"

He stopped himself for a moment, collected his thoughts then sighed.

"Let's just say he wouldn't brake the silence, even if he had something to brag about"

For a moment, the two just sat there. There was never much talking whenever they were together. Sam always showed his feelings best through actions, and while Fred was actually the tipe to believe talking is the best road to success in any relationship, they managed to maintain a fairly healthy one. The same couldn't be said for Bright and Sam, who, despite having many things in common, such as communication skills, couldn't stand each other.

The thought that almost made its way into Fred's head sat threateningly at the gates of his subconscious.

Sam sensed there was something Fred wanted to say. In the past, he would have let him be and allowed Fred to come to him when he felt comfortable to do so. However.

"Hey, whatcha thinking about ?"

"I-it just"

Fred tried to tell himself that what he wanted to say was wrong and, to an extent, cruel. Then he remembered the way Bright looked at Porter just now.

And he let it out.

"It just doesn't seem fair! He gets us both killed, he's disrespectful towards you, he ignores me and how is he punished? By becoming royalty!?"

As Fred said this he shot up from his seat.

Once he had finished he exhaled heavily as if holding that thought in was the equivalent of holding his breath.

"......your right. It's not fair"

Replied Sam after a moment.

"Believe me when I say I do understand, but you have to understand that William is a better fit for Bright. He'll be able to handle him better than I ever could, him being a Prince as a result of that is just an....unfortunate catch"

Freds outburst caught the attention of Vincent and Lovely.

Alexis didnt seem to care, or at least thats what she made it seem like.

The room was silent however Vincent could feel a disturbance in Lovely's emotions.

"Hey, Lovely, are you ok?"

He asked as his hand sliped into theirs.

"Im. Fine."

They said through their teeth.

Their tone seemed almost stern...?

Vincent took their word for it but noted that this conversation seemed to have an....effect on them.

He took their hand and squeezing it for a moment.

Suddenly, after retreating for a short while, William returned to the common room.

He began to adress alexis.

"Alexis, i know i said i wanted Bright and Porter to get more acquainted, however, it completely slipped my mind that i have a meeting scheduled with Porter in less than 20 minutes, could you at some point retrieve him and bring him to me?"

She gave a nonchalant hand gesture that suggested that she would do so whenever it best suited her.

"Good, the rest of you are permitted to disperse you know?"

"We're aware we were just trying to asses the situation"

Replied Sam.

"Fair enough, however, its getting early, so please try and be conscious of time, if it comes down to it, you could spend the day here?"

"Nah i appreciate it but i gotta get back"

"Alright, then keep an eye on the time Samuel"

"Yes your highness"

At that, his majesty dispersed and retreated to his study.

The remaining vampires paused for a moment, silently debating whether or not they wanted to continue the precious topic of conversation and subconsciously arguing over who would be the one to continue if they were to do so.

Fred was still being taunted by the image of Bright's eyes and the way he looked at Porter.

He had only ever seen that look on very specific occasions and he was far from the only one to be greeted with such a look.

And by the way they left together Fred was met with the reality that he wouldn't be the last.

His fists gripped the fabric of the couch.

"Bright should at least have to apologise to you before being made prince..."

Sam spent a few minutes hesitating between whether or not to answer that. Then he replied.

"I agree"

Once sam had responded, fred took that as a sighn to continue.

"After everything hes done, he think he can just up and leave?"

Sam sighed. There was no point in trying to maintain some sort of moral high ground and pretend like he didnt agree with him.

"I dont know what i expected, but yeah, showing me at least some gratitude would do him some good. He didnt even havd the decency to tell me himself, we havent talked in God knows how long, ive had to get all my information on this whole mess of a situation throught william"

Sam felt the same weight leave him as fred felt when he finally let his true feelings out.

"I-im sorry Sam, but i dont think William is right for Bright. I get that hes the king but what has Bright eyes ever done to get a promotion this big?! Ive had to suffer so much because of him and the only person to console me has been you, not my supposed best friend, you"

"Well-"

Sam looked around for a moment to check to see if alexis was still there but to his relief, she had silently disappeared. Despite this he still lowered his voice as he said.

"We all know how good william is at picking his progeny, not you vincent! You know i dont mean you"

He said this as soon as he saw Vincent gering up to say somthing.

Vincent slumped back into his seat, he notice again how tense Lovely looked.

"Do...do you think hes going to end up like alexis?"

Fred asked with trepidation.

Sam winced after hearing this. Then answered.

"Alexis is the way she is for a number of reasons. Bright and Alexis are very diffrent people, no matter how similar their....behaviour might be, however, that dosnt mean i dont think this...promotion will change Bright for the worst. Because i KNOW that it will"

He chose his words very carefully.

Lovely's face had gone dark by this point, Vincent was really begining to worry.

"If William were to allow him access to any of his possessions or any of the privileges that come with being his progeny it would make even worse of a reckless monster out of him"

Sam knew that alexis and Bright eyes are different people, but adam and alexis where both testaments to what this kind of power could do to a person, so Fred's concerns began to cloud Sam's mind.

"What do those 'privileges' entail exactly?"

Fred was naturally curious as to what kind of luxury would be at Brights disposal.

"Just the same as whats available to Vincent and alexis, money, real estate, just general expensive sh*t he dosnt need"

Another disapproving glance from Vincent, who was begining to question the implication of what sam was saying in regards to his 'privileges'.

"Oh great because thats exactly what he needs"

The irony and sarcasm in his tone dripped from every word that came out of his mouth.

Right before he was about to continue, he was interrupted by Lovely, who stood up as she said.

"I have a question"

Vincent's hand sliped out of hers as she made a fist.

"Why don't talk about me the way you do Bright eyes?"

.........

This question baffled Sam and confused Fred. Vincent's mouth parted slightly in shock.

"What?"

Sam asked coldly.

"Why. Dont you. Talk about me. The way you do. Bright eyes?"

She shortened her statement but started it just as bluntly as she did previously.

She didn't give Sam a moment to respond when they turned her attention towards fred.

"How old is Bright eyes?"

"W-what? What dose that have to do with-?"

"Answer the question. How old is Bright eyes?"

What Lovely was really asking was 'how old was he when he was turned' but its not like he'd aged since then. Or will age from then on.

"19.....same as me"

He answered while looking up at lovely, Fred had never considered Lovely to be an authority figure but he certainly did now.

"Right. You wanna know how old i was when i went to wonder world?"

Fred flinched at the mention of the place of his turning.

"24. I was 24. I went there and was given a warning and you know what i did? I went back there. Im an adult and i didnt know better, so what? Should Bright have known better? And if thats what you think then why. Dont you treat me. The way you treat. Him?"

Everyone was silent. This was a side of Lovely that neither sam nor Fred had ever seen before.

Vincent knew better than to make Lovely mad for this exact reason.

"Whats your point?"

Asked Sam, who immediately came to regret asking.

"My point is you need to give Bright some damn slack! From the moment he was turned you blamed him for what happend. He's a babby! Im a grown ass adult!"

They bellowed at Sam then turned their attention towards Fredrick.

"And look, i know you blame him because he peer pressured you into going into wonder world that night, i appreciate that, but you cant act like you where the only one hurt by his mistakes"

Vincent was begining to consider stepping in.

Lovely once again addressed Sam.

"He made a mistake! A stupid, life changing mistake! No one in this room can say they haven't done that, and yet you wasted no time making sure he knew it was his fault! Would you have done that to me? Imagine if somone did that to you when you where first turned. Imagine if somone told you to have known better? Imagine if somone told you to drive safer!

"Lovely!"

Vincent finally stepped in, interrupting her explosive rant, not entirely on purpose, he simply shouted at her out of shock.

This seemed to cause Lovely to realise the severity of what they just said and she began to blush out of embarrassment and shame.

Their head bowed as she tried to avoid facing Sam.

"I-im sorry i-i have to go"

She rushed out of the room, vincent tried to go after her but stopped himself.

She just needed time to cool off.

"I should go"

Sam said as he stood up.

Vincent didn't want him to feel like he needed to leave, but he knew he couldn't convince him to stay any longer.

Besides, the sun was bound to come up soon.

"C-can i go with you? I dont wanna have to spend the day here"

Fred's room was directly next to Bright's.

He wasn't an idiot. He knew from that look Bright gave Porter that Bright didnt intend to spend the day alone.

"Yeah, come on kiddo lets go"

Sam replied, fred stood up and they made their way out.

Lovely was aimlessly wandering around the manor.

She wanted to talk to Bright eyes. Ever since he got here sam discouraged everyone from talking to him, saying he wasn't 'sociable' or 'particularly friendly'.

But what would she even say?

She thought,

'Hello i know we've never had a real conversation but i just defended your honour. Could we be friends now?'

Lovely groaned.

Then she turned a corner and immediately bumped into alexis.

"OWW!"

"Ah! Oh! S-sorry i-"

"Ugh its fine i was actually looking for you anyway"

"R-really...?"

Lovely couldn't name a time alexis had even had a real conversation with her, let alone activly seek her out.

"W-why...?"

Lovely asked hesitantly.

"I just ran into Bright eyes....and Porter"

Her lips curved into a smug smile.

"Lets just say i caught them at a....bad time~"

"Oh? OH"

Lovely had a good idea of what alexis was refering to.

At first they were suprised, then worried.

Lovely knew how much Vincent hated Porter, hell she hated him arguably just as much and Vincent had taken a huge liking to Bright eyes. Lovely found it adorable how happy Vincent was at the prospect of a little brother, so how would he feel about this?

"Aha~ Porter told me hed rather not lose his head telling vincent himself but he knew i couldnt just keep this to myself, so im on my way to tell him in his sted, i suggest you dont bring this up with Vincent, he's got enough on his mind, he most likely would want to avoid this information as much as possible, at least until after the summit"

"Yes of course"

Lovely knew how much pressured Vincent was under, they didnt want to add to it by bringing this up.

And besides, if alexis was going to tell him anyway then hed talk about it with her when he felt ready.

"Alright then, where are you going?"

"Oh! I was on my way to see Bright but if he's....busy i-"

"Oh dont worry, when i walked in on them Porter chased me away as opposed to staying with Bright eyes, my best guess is that Bright got sick of waiting for him to come back so he went back to his room"

Lovely was suprised by her intuition.

"A-alright then, ill go see if he's there"

Alexis hummed then made her way past them.

Lovely still didnt know what she'd say to him.

Once she had turned the corrner that she had previously attempted to turn before bumping into alexis, her eyes where met with something she believed to be the answere to her dilemma.

@darlin-collins thank you for proof reading!

@anexistingexistence thank you for the dialog recommendations

@you-think-i-care-mate

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #ok just one more punk progeny wont hurt~#redacted fic #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic #redacted bright eyes #fredrick redacted #redacted fredrick #lovely redacted #redacted lovely #redacted sam collins #redacted sam #redacted vincent solaire #redacted vincent

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naminethewitch · 4 years ago

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Animaniacs: My thoughts

According to this post, it seems that at least one person (hi @pink-aquaqualle) is interested in my ramblings, here are my thoughts on Animaniacs, both the original and the reboot.

But first I feel like I need to explain that I did not grow up watching - what I understand are - ‘classic 90s cartoons’. I was born in 1997, so by the time I consciously watched TV and cartoons, that era was over. Plus, and I don’t know if that’s related, I’m not a big fan of slapstick comedy. I remember watching Tom and Jerry every once in a while but it wasn’t something I would be actively trying to seek out (like looking up it’s runtime and such, you know what I mean). It’s a personal preference ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now back to the actual topic: Animaniacs.

I had not seen the show before. I’ve heard of the series before the reboot, only tidbits and some scenes (Yakko’s World, for example). Same with Pinky and the Brain. I did not know they came from one and the same show. So when I saw the trailer for the reboot, I thought: Oh cool, they’re rebooting both those shows? Maybe I should watch it and see if I like it and if I do, check out the originals.

So when I had some time this week (*cough* procrastinated *cough*), I sat down to watch the reboot. And wow, did I not expect the format. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the show. Yakko, Wakko and Dot are great characters, they’re funny, self aware and I love their dynamic. Pinky and the Brain however, I didn’t like as much, mainly because it felt like their segment got more screentime than the actual Warner siblings.

But regardless, I enjoyed the show very much. The siblings energy was great, the social commentary was on point and the songs are bobs. Still I knew I was missing quite a few references (e.g. the whole ending to the Chicken Boo sketch) and I got curious about the original series. Then I found out it was only 99 episodes and thought: Why not?

And I must say: I’m glad they made some changes.

First off: I still liked the Warners. At their core they’re still the same (energetic, witty and lovable) but I’m glad they changed a few habits, mainly the whole ‘Hello Nurse’ thing (I get why it’s a catchphrase but they’re kids, c’mon) and the repeated non-consensual kissing (again, they’re kids! They shouldn’t kiss anybody on the mouth!). I’m glad that they get along most of the time but are also shown to fight sometimes, like how siblings actually are.

Second: I appreciate Pinky and the Brain way more now, mainly because I didn’t like most of the other supporting cast.

As I already mentioned, I’m not a big fan of slapstick, at least not in a prolonged format. I don’t mind it as much as a short joke or if the one on the receiving end is an asshole but it made it hard to enjoy segments about Slappy Squirrel for example. I ended up skipping most of the sketches focused on side characters and here’s why:

Slappy Squirrel: Already said it, too much slapstick, it’s basically all she does most of the time. Plus I just didn’t like her as a character much either.

The Goodfeathers: Clichee mafia parody with bad accents, annoying narration and Pesto’s anger issues were stupid, in my opinion.

Rita and Runt: One of the better ones, let them run most of the time because of the songs and because Runt is a sweetheart.

Buttons and Mindy: Again, basically only slapstick and Buttons doesn’t deserve any of it. He’s such a good dog and isn’t even rewarded for his trouble (except for in the movie). Always skipped it.

Katie Ka-Boom: Oh, Teenage girls in puberty are angry all the time without good reason! Isn’t that funny??? Clichee jokes and unnecessary violence, didn’t watch it once.

Chicken Boo: Honestly I didn’t disliked him as much as the fans seem to do (according to the reboot sketch). His segments were at least short and I like his jingle.

Hip Hippos: Annoying rich people are not entertaining to me. Plus that safari lady was just stupid.

Pinky and the Brain were really the most entertaining of the bunch but I still feel like they were too heavily featured in the reboot (the episode where they don’t have a sketch is my favourite).

What I actually kinda missed in the reboot were those little in between scenes from the original like Good Idea Bad Idea or that boy with the stories. There were others that weren’t as great (Dot’s Poetry Corner (though that was mainly because I felt like the intro and outro were too long)) but I don’t know, I just liked them.

Now the ‘story characters’ were better used in the original than in the reboot. Especially since the ‘story’ doesn’t really matter all that much in the 2020 version, the whole escaping and getting caught doesn’t really come up except for maybe one or two moments.

Dr. Otto Scratchansniff is a good character, I think for most of the time. I feel like he should be better at his job, but otherwise entertaining enough that I didn’t mind his return.

Hello Nurse I’m a bit more on the fence about. At the beginning she didn’t really seem to have much character other than being hot and there for men (especially Yakko and Wakko (again they are kids!)) to lust over. And her smart characteristics were tagged on later and inorganically. I mean I liked the song the Wakko sang about her, showing off her intelligence over all, but at the end he basically says some of that stuff isn’t actually true and honestly I doubt a woman with 5 PhDs would work as a nurse for a psychiatrist. Why does he even need a nurse? The psychiatrists I’ve been to didn’t even have receptionists and she hardly does any nursing anyway! The only time I can remember where she actually acts smart is at the end of the movie. That’s it. She just felt unnecessary to me, especially at the beginning and I’m kinda glad she isn’t in the reboot so far.

Ralph is kinda cute. Don’t have much of an opinion on him. He does his job, has a nice family. The token stupid guy but still lovable.

Mr Plotz is meh. I get why he’s like that and what they wanted to achieve with his character but don’t miss him. Mrs Norita is kinda cool but not featured enough for me to really like or dislike her.

The movie I liked quite a lot, actually. I probably won’t ever feel compelled to rewatch the original series except for some segments but I could see myself watching the movie again. The story was nice, the songs were great and I think they used all the characters effectively and in a way that they weren’t annoying to me. I hardly felt compelled to skip scenes focused on characters I usually didn’t enjoy so they did a good job there.

All in all I must say I liked the reboot way more than the original. It might just be that the original is a product of it’s time and a lot of the stuff and running gags haven’t aged well but it does show that the characters themselves still work mostly. I am looking forward to the second season and I probably will rewatch some sketches every once in a while.

Thank you for listening to my ramblings. Feel free to ask for clarification if there’s something I didn’t explain well or left out!

#long post #animaniacs #animaniacs 1993 #animaniacs 2020 #wakko's wish #my ramblings #this took a long while to tipe out #I'm open for discussions!

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years ago

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Sneaking In

Charlie Dalton x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight snide comments

Author’s Note: took me long enough jesus lol. I love this movie so much it brings me so many emotions and charlie my beloved

Summary: Charlie sneaks you into Welton.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Welton didn’t have girls for a reason. The boys there needed no distraction from their studies. They needed to spend every waking moment worrying about if they were going to pass the next exam. The members of the Dead Poets Society were annoyed about it, for the most part. Some of them didn’t mind. Girls weren’t really their speed anyway.

Charlie did.

Charlie minded.

He minded mostly because you were not going to Welton and he just knew that you would be perfect there. You weren’t like the other girls he met. Not that the other girls were bad. They just weren’t you.

“You’re looking all drifty like,” Knox said. “And that’s my job lately.” Charlie rolled his eyes and flipped the page on the book he was looking through. He wasn't really reading it, though he might pretend like he had later if someone asked.

“I am reading,” he said sturtly.

“Usually reading requires you to move your eyes,” Knox mentioned. Charlie rolled his eyes then and looked up.

“Go back to daydreaming about Chris Noel,” Charlie muttered.

“No, he’s right,” Meeks pitched in. It was only the three of them in one of the dorms together. Everyone else was off studying somewhere else. “You look pretty distracted.”

“I’m always distracted,” Charlie countered, putting the book down on his lap. He looked between his friends. “I’ll never tell.” “Who is it?” Knox asked, leaning forward. “You almost beat it out of me, come on.”

“I’m less of a pushover than you are,” Charlie said, raising his chin. Meeks rolled his eyes and thought about the last week. He tried to account for where Charlie had been that might have let him meet someone. He had gone out a couple of days ago but Neil and Todd had gone with him. “We should ask Todd,” Meeks said. Charlie had a flash of worry in his eyes and Meeks nodded standing up. “Todd it is.”

Charlie scrambled to the edge of the bed but Meeks had already slipped out of the room. Knox held Charlie back so that his friend could get a head start. Within seconds he burst through Todd’s door, thankful he was sitting on his bed studying.

“Can I help you?” Todd asked quietly.

“Did Charlie meet anyone while you were out the other day?” Meeks asked. Todd took a moment to think and then shrugged, nodding.

“Yeah there was a girl at the diner we went to he hit it off with but it was like every other girl Charlie has ever hit it off with,” he explained.

“Do you remember her name?” Charlie came bursting through the door, fighting off Knox with one arm.

“Don’t you talk Anderson!”

“Y/N I think.”

“You punk!” Everyone laughed a bit as Charlie went to trample on Todd but stopped before he could do any real damage.

“So Charlie likes an actual girl with actual substance,” Meeks mused.

“Who said she had substance?” Charlie asked.

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You put down the last dish for the night and let out a sigh. You brushed a bit of sweat off your forehead and leaned against the counter.

“There’s someone outside for you,” your coworker Sarah said. You looked up at her annoyed.

“God I hope it’s my ride. I didn’t tell them I’d be off for another half hour,” you muttered, taking off your apron.

“Didn’t look like the usual ride,” Sarah pointed out. “You want me to kick him to the curb?” You shook your head slowly.

“Who was it?”

“Some guy who says he knows you. I’ll watch from the window to make sure you don’t get murdered.” You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks Sar.” You grabbed your jacket and bag. You left the diner and walked up to the bicycle and the boy next to it. You smiled a bit, recognizing Charlie instantly. You had hit it off the other day. His friends had left and he stayed back, talking to you at the bar, tiping you more than he should.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, leaning against his bike. You scoffed, shaking your head with a smile.

“Well well, if it isn’t Charlie Dalton.”

“I think you should come to Welton,” he said. Your eyes went wide.

“The all boys school? Charlie I don’t know if it’s gone over your head a bit but I am a gir-”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” You walked up to him so that there was only a few feet between you. “You remember when I told you about the Dead Poets?” You pursed your lips and nodded, holding your jacket sleeves, shivering from the cold.

“Are you cold Charlie? Where’s your jacket?”

“I’m high on adrenaline it’s okay.” You giggled. “I want you to answer me a question.” You nodded slowly. “How do you feel about me?” You pursed your lips, looking to the side as you thought about the answer. It had been a long time since you hit it off with someone like Charlie. Since you hit it off with anyone period. You weren’t exactly one to prioritize relationships unless you really felt something. Right then, with him, you were feeling something.

“I don’t wanna play my cards this early,” you said finally. He nodded slowly.

“Okay. Answer me a different question.” You nodded again. “Do you feel the same way I do?”

“I don’t know how you feel.” “I’ve driven my bike to your diner when your shift ends in the freezing cold. I think you know.” You smiled slyly.

“Yes. I do.” He nodded quickly, a breath of relief flooding through him.

“Alright, good. Y/N, meet the dead poets society.” You raised an eyebrow and then a group of boys came out from behind a car. Your eyes went wide.

“What are they all doing here?”

“They’re going to sneak you into Welton.”

“Charlie.”

“From one conversation I knew you were smart enough to make it in. Obviously they aren’t going to let you enroll. Which is why you will be going with me to classes as my emotional support girlfriend.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah. It’s the only way they’re gonna believe it.” You looked at the group of boys who all looked pretty nerdy. They looked nice. Most of them anyway.

“Yeah okay Charlie. Sneak me into Dalton, what are they gonna do, expel me?” There was a chorus of cheers that caused you to laugh. You had never really had a group of friends before. These boys seemed like a really close group, especially if they all trekked all the way here for Charlie.

“Okay here’s the guys.” He went down the row, introducing you to each of them and you shook their hands, smiling. “Get on the back of my bike.”

“I wanna shower, I’ve been on my feet all day,” you explained.

“Well I’ll hose you down out front, get on the bike.”

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It was later that night when you sat in Charlie and Cameron’s room. Cameron was clearly not used to having a girl around, you could tell just by his demeanor. Charlie had given you some of his clothes to wear and then blocked the bathroom door while you showered. Now you were sitting in his cozy, awfully small bed, freshly showered and quite happy.

“This isn’t gonna work,” Cameron said, sitting with his legs crossed on his bed. Charlie tossed you a hoodie, which you caught easily. You gave him a thankful smile.

“No it isn’t. But it’ll make a memory. It’ll be fun,” Charlie said.

“It’ll get you laid?” You looked down, embarrassed.

“I have half a mind to kick you out to Perry and Anderson's room. They are nicer folk than me.”

“I just don’t understand why we should all be punished for your girlfriend's problem?”

“My girlfriend's problem is my problem.” He kissed your forehead and sat down on the bed beside you. “Sleep tight Cameron.”

“No quickies while I sleep,” Cameron muttered as he got under the covers. You rolled your eyes and pressed your back against the wall. Charlie tossed the blankets over both of your heads. You giggled quietly, his face so close to yours.

“Thank you for coming,” he whispered. You smiled and nodded as much as you could with your face pressed against the pillow.

“Thanks for giving me some excitement.”

===

At 8am Charlie woke you up. You let out an annoyed sigh, sitting up.

“I got you a toothbrush. Don’t strip with all the guys in the bathroom.” You let out a small scoff as he tossed you clothes for the day.

You got dressed quickly, pulling yourself together. Charlie smiled as he grabbed your hand, dragging you to first period.

He sat next to the window and let you sit on the empty desk beside him. You had heard a lot about Mr. Keating, you were kind of excited to meet him. He walked in through the back of the class, holding a cup of coffee.

“Alright everyone, I have a very loose plan for today.” He put the coffee down and turned around to look over the class. “I want to talk about the infamous...it looks like I have one more student today. Mr. Dalton, care explaining why there’s a woman in my class?” Mr. Keating said curiously.

“My emotional support girlfriend,” Charlie explained. “She’ll be gone by next period.” “You know the rules.”

“No I don’t. What rules?”

Mr. Keating looked over at you.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” “Y/N you look like a lovely young lady. What on Earth are you doing dating Charlie Dalton?” The class snickered and laughed. You shrugged.

“He’s really good with poetry. Though, I guess I have you to thank for that.” Mr. Keating nodded slowly, smiling gently.

“I’m glad you’re here. But you better slip out that window when class is over. Bring Mr. Dalton his clothes back later.”

#charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton imagines #dead poets society imagines

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all-about-the-fairytale · 2 years ago

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Him pt.II

It has been several days since he insisted to drive me home on his motorcycle and since the longing kiss on my cheek and the left behind sweatshirt.

Even though I went to the hospital the next day, I didn’t run into him or any of them. Because when I arrived Rose, a nurse and dear friend of me told me.

“They left Y/N, they picked him up and left. Against doctors’ orders.” she shrugged her shoulders and turned around.

I really wanted to return his sweatshirt after washing it last night, so I stored it in my locker but decided to take it home again because, the chances of him showing up there was probably higher.

He never had asked for my number but he for sure knows where I live and work.

But still I’ve haven’t heard a word or neither I have seen him.

When I got back to work the next day for my night shift, his friend we treated the day before discharged himself and no trace was left, he was just here.

It has been a busy couple of days. Work has been up my ass, because two nurses are sick with the cold, so I’m stressed and exhausted to the max. Also, my anxiety is rising because just as I got off work, my car broke down not even one house away from mine - just my luck.

I frustrated closed the door of car as I looked through my phone for a auto shop. Luckily there was one not far and still in the same town Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, so I called.

“Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, Gemma speaking how can I help you?” a woman answered the phone.

“Hi, I- um I need help with my car. It just broke down and won’t start anymore. Could you help me out, please?” I bite my lips as I got closed to your front door.

“Sure, sweetheart. I’ll send two of my guys down. Can you tell me where exactly you are?” she asked.

“It actually happened down the road where I live, like two or three houses down the road. So, I could wait at my front porch for them. Is that alright?” I really did not want to wait outside while its getting late.

“Oh that’s alright. What’s your adress honey?” I heard noises in the background. Probably tiping on her keyboard.

“Yes, it’s 3630 Hillview Street, not far from St. Thomas Hospital. I’m Y/N” I told her as Iopened my front door.

“They should be with you shortly Y/N. Don’t worry about anything sweetheart.” with that she hung up.

I took a quick shower, changes into something more comfortable and were now sitting outside at your front porch. Wrapped in a big cozy blanket, a tea and book on my lap - waiting for the tow truck.

I didn’t even finish a chapter in my book when I heard a car arriving and stopping at my house. Two guys walked up towards my in their greyish uniform.

“Excuse me Miss, are you the one calling TM about your car? Miss- um Y/N?” he looked down on a piece of paper assuming your address and name on it. The woman, Gemma, musted have gave it to them.

“That be me. My car is just over there. I’ll go grab my keys and come with you guys.” I pointed to the direction as I got up and went inside to get my keys and a jacket.

“We will take your car to the shop, and when you pick it up you can settle everything with Gemma, she’s the one you were on the phone with and will handle your paperwork.” the big guy said as the other one checked out my car and got it hooked to the truck.

“Thank you...-” I started and just then realized the guys never introduced themself.

“Ope or Opie, whatever is fine. We will give you call when the car is ready” he said with a smile as he got into the driver seat. Two days later you picked it up already without any trouble.

This was eleven days ago.

Eleven days.

And also still no word from him.

No knock on my door asking for his sweatshirt back or stopping at my work. Nothing.

I was and still am working the night shift ever since the next day.

Patients in and out of the ER, the rush and adrenaline to save each and every single one of them. I really did love your job even the hard days.

He got pushed back into the back of my head but not forgotten but as more days go by less I thought about him.

Today must have been one of the hardest days of your career. It started as a normal night shift with a quick handover, ask question about what has and hasn’t been done and go over the medication charts. Check on the post- operation patients and on their family too.

Its was a slow night for once and I was welcoming it by updating charts, getting smaller orders by the doctors as like draw blood, setting up the room equipment suitable for sleeping or necessary update the family members about the progress.

It was 2:08am when the phone rang to inform the ER that the incoming patients was a family of five, who had just been in a car crash, hanging on for their life and needed treatment immediately or even surgery. Paging all the surgeons on call, prepping the trauma rooms its was instantly over with the quit night.

I don’t know how the night went by or how I made it but because after eleven days my mental health was getting the best of me, and I was just so tired by the end of the shift. And by loosing 4/5 of that family did not make it better. It was the worst ever.

They called me in to tell me the news and they tell you to stay strong but seeing the fragile 10 weeks old baby just loosing mom, dad and their siblings was horrible. She’s an orphan. On car crash killed her whole family and now she got no one. I needed a moment to myself, and I cried. Literally cried in the nurse lounge for a good five minutes, only then to be brave enough to face the doctors again telling me “Y/N, the people from CPS will be here as soon as possible but it could take a couple days. We know this is a huge responsibility but as you are off for the next days. Could you take her in and take care of her, please?”

Saying I was shocked but by now I knew how this city and system worked. And I don’t want anything to happen to this baby by some weird as women out there.

So here I am.

Sitting in my car at the parking lot of the grocery store to scared to turn the car back on after putting her back in the cars eat, that made it out intact after the impact on their previous crash, in my backseat. After they have told me to take her in for some nights, I grabbed my stuff and with the help of the security I got everything safely into my car. My mind was running wild and even though she is just supposed to be staying with me for a couple of days it’s confusing.

We made it home and because she was still sleeping, I let her stay in the baby carrier and set her down on the kitchen counter to have my eyes on her while I prep myself some dinner, put the groceries away and stock the baby formular and whatsoever away in my kitchen. In the corner, neatly folded and freshly washed as his sweatshirt.

Holy shit, there is an actual baby sleeping in my kitchen. My house, needing my help for the next days.

“Fuck” I whispered to myself.

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids and babies and probably have my own if the serious relationship has had happen a long time ago, but it was never in the picture with focusing on high school, focusing on college and getting my nursing degree. All my life has been around building a stable life, career and be independent. Never realizing how much I wanted children in my life.

But I life in this very small city now, where you probably met all the guys and rather stay single.

After having dinner/breakfast, which contained only a quick veggie sandwich and water and coffee, she woke up crying.

“Hey girlie, you awake little O?” I unbuckled her and took her in my arms. “Are you hungry?” I asked, knowing she doesn’t understand me but kept spiting out her pacifier. I made her a bottle and set down on my couch, feeding and watching her. She was watching me back and I must look like a crazy lady to her. Hair in a messy bun, sticking out in every direction, glasses and exhausted. After a couple minutes she wrapped her hand around my finger, and I was stroking her cheek. “Did you have a good nap? I bet you did, and you did so good for me, I am auntie Y/N for a couple of days until we settle everything for you. I bet this must be crazy confusing. And I am talking to a baby.” I giggled to myself made her grin at me. “Oh, you this I am funny aren’t you. Huh?”

When she finished her whole bottle, I changed her diaper and put her in the pajamas, I found in the baby bag. We went back to the living room, and I decided to put on some calming music and bounced her in my arms, hoping to get her back to sleep again. We even danced for a while until she finally put her head down on my shoulder and fell asleep.

The made-up safety around her in my bed made her look even smaller, where I put her down. Now she’s laying right in the center of my king size bed with about six pillows around so she would fall out. I left the small light on and door halfway open in case she wakes up again.

I was still in my scrubs, un-showered with a glass of wine in one hand (I know but give me a break I worked the night shift) and a book in the other, glasses high on my nose when the quit street outside started to rumble. You could hear it in the distance, the rattling of a motorcycle. For the first time in nearly two weeks, perfect timing. The motorcycle got closer and louder, and I thought, any minute now there would be crying down my hallway, leading to the bedroom where she’s asleep.

The noise stopped outside the house and not long after the was a someone knocking on my door. And I knew exactly who it was.

When I opened the door a little, he shyly smiled at me “Hey Y/N”

For a moment you just stared at him, opened the door a little wider “Hi Juice”

He shifted for one leg to the other, hands deep in his leather kutte and focused on your face.

“You’re here for your sweatshirt aren’t ya? I’ll go get it, hold on” I was about to turn towards the kitchen, when he stopped me. “Actually, I wanted to see if you want to chill, ma- maybe hang out tonight? But you probably need to work so I ju-“

“You’re rambling Juice” I teased him. “Yeah- Yeah I probably am” he finally looked up again at you, eyes full of hope.

“Do you want to come inside now? Have a coffee, I just got of work and will maybe fall asleep by minute if I keep standing. Have a seat and coffee Juice”

Him and I are sitting in my living room now. “You went MIA the last couple of days. Not that I’ve noticed or anything since the last time and I also have been working at night in the hospital. Which reminds me how is your friend?”

“He’s okay, thanks.” He took a rather large sip of his coffee. “We and the rest had some busy days at work you know, the club, TM and stuff.” He tried to explain to me, shifting in his seat.

I was about to speak when the crying of a baby shrilled from the bedroom out to the living room. He looked over at me with big eyes and I tried to read into them. Shock, fear and confusion. I got up and quickly went to my bedroom and pick her up. “Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay, please go back to sleep little O” I tried to suet her by lightly bouncing her up and down and running a hand over her back, her head on my shoulder. I turned around and saw him watching us in the middle of my bedroom. Me and a baby and I thought he was gonna walk away for a second. But instead, he just watched us. She calmed down after a couple minutes and by the way her head was turned on my shoulder, the two of them must be watching each other. “I didn’t know you had a baby; I should probably go before your husband comes home.” I turned “She’s not mine Juice and I am not married either”

“Did you kidnap that baby?” he asked. “Wh- what? No, god no. Jesus Christ juice. I did not fucking kidnap her. I could be babysitting you know?! Fucking hell.” I probably said a little to loud and she started wailing again. Your hand still going up and down her back “Who’s baby is that, if she’s not yours Y/N?”

“She’s an orphan and lost her family today in the car crash on highway 5. She was the only one who made it our alive without a scratch. Her brothers, mom and dad died. Can you imagine that 4/5 people lost their life and she if totally unharmed. CPS will pick her up in a couple days and because I am off work for at least a whole week, they thought getting her out of the hospital and make her stay with me is easier.” When I turned I had tears in my eyes because I was hurting for her loosing everybody just like I did when I was a little girl.

She calmed down and was nearly fast asleep again, so I put her down on my bed and signaled him to follow me. I walked straight into the kitchen and held onto the counter, while trying to keep the tears in. I heard his shoes on the tiles, gosh why was he standing so close?

“I’m so sorry” he whispered. “You don’t need to feel sorry. I-” my grip on the counter was so strong my knuckles turned white. “I’m sorry” my gaze still down.

A sob left my lips and that’s when he pulled me into his chest and let me cry. I don’t even know for how long I was crying. Crying for her and her family, how hard her life will be and even for myself. He stroked my head, trying to calm me down.

“I’m ju- just so ex- exhausted and tired an-and caring for h-er until she gets picked up is hard. That will be hard again, building a bond and then letting go. F- fuck” my hand held onto his shirt, and he let me cry until I had nothing left in me.

He tilled my head back up by my chin and look into my eyes.

“I will stay the night and help you” “No Juice, you don’t need to do that” “You can’t make me chance my mind Y/N. You take a shower, and we will go to bed, and I watch out for the two of you” he was offering, I knew that and by the time it sinks in I knew I wanted him to stay. “Okay” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead, took my hand and led me down the hallway again to my bedroom. I took a quick shower, trying not to think about the guy sitting on my bed watching over the baby sound asleep. I didn’t bother to dry my hair, only doing my facial night routine, I stepped back in my bedroom. He didn’t notice because she must have woken up when I was in the shower and they were staring at each other, it gave me the chance to make her a bottle again.

I walked around my bed and got under the covers; I felt him staring at me the whole time. Once I’m settled, I turned to the side, and both looked at me. “Hi little O” I smiled at her.

“What’s her name, you keep calling her O” he asked. “It’s Oakley James”

Oakley happily took the bottle and once again held onto my finger, her eyes getting heavier. When she’s done, he offered to burp her which took me by surprise “Are you sure?” “Yeah, here giver her to me” I watched them, and I must admit he rather looks cute with a baby in his arms but who doesn’t. He laid her back down and she turned to me giving me a grin. “Don’t worry you sleep, and I will stay until you wake up again. I promise I’ll be here, now rest Y/N”

I could barely keep my eyes open, so I stopped fighting it and finally let myself rest after those crazy ass days.

His sweatshirt is still in my kitchen.

But he is here, with me, with Oakley in my bed. He didn’t run, he stayed. He stayed the entire time I was asleep; like he promised. He wasn’t in my bedroom but instead on my couch, reading my book with Oakley dozing on his bare chest. And I could help but stare from the doorway because I liked it, a lot. More than I should because my heart was beating so fast it scared the shit out of me.

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black-suns-rim · 2 years ago

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This is a collaborative writing between me and @thenomadclan we did back on the AVP Amino. This is the official continuation of The Nomad Clan story and canon story of how Black Momba found Little Red (Nomad).

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Lost and Found

What was a calm and gentle jungle, with the sound of raindrops hitting the mossy floor, began to rumble with thunder as heavy footsteps echoed through the dense and compact foliage. The flash of crimson red burned through each and every tree with something bigger and more dangerous following behind it. The red huntress ran through the jungle floor, dodging arrows that whisled passed her. It was only through a stroke of luck when she found a waterfall to which she jumped from, landing in the icy cold water. Her pursuers looked over the edge, scanning the waterfall, only finding ripples that were caused from her breaking through the water's surface. The pursuers turned their backs perfectly just in time for the young huntress to burst through the water for air.

She took a quick moment to scan her situation before leaving the pool of cold icy water. As she made her way out of the river, she carried a small pod device. She check the device by tapping the outer shell to then get a response back with smaller taps coming from insde the pod itself. When far enough away from the river, she pressed her back to a tree, sliding down, exhausted from being perused for so long. She desperately opened the pod to find a small pup half awake, cooing. The mother gently rubbed the pups face only to find her hand covered in neon green, luminescent blood.

The sound of a glass-shattering shreik caught the attention of the young huntress, knowing full well the Xenomorphs had been released. The huntress made a decision to close the pod and hide it under a rooted tree, covering it with a thick blanket of moss she easily pulled up from the jungle floor. The crimson red huntress stood on her feet weakly as she readied her only gear available to her; her wristblades.

From the rusling bushes emerged a Xenomorph with red-tiped tusks. They hissed violently as they closed in on her to which she replied with an earth-shaking roar. One Xenomorph jumped towards her, leaving their chest area exposed, and thanks to her training, she used her pinpoint accuracy to strike directly into the heart of the creature. Though a perfect kill, the huntress felt the blood of the Xenomorph burn her hand casuing her to wince in pain. Another Xenomorph blindsided the huntress, digging their tusks into the side of her, causing them both to be thrown into a ditch from the Xenomorph tackling her.

The huntress was thrashed and throttled when she was hooked on the Xenomorph's tusks. The huntress punched the Xenomorph's head, trying to get free from the tusks that had been dug deep into her side. In a last-ditch effort, she grabbed the flailing tail of the Xenomorph and shoved it straight into its skull, only stopped twisting when a loud crack was heard, ending the movement of the Xenomorph.

Once carefully removing the tusks from her side, she stopped and froze when spotting one last Xenomorph hovering over her. She growled at the Xenomorph in defiance, to which the Xenomorph replied with a skin-crawling hiss, slightly opening its mouth while drool oozed out and fell to the ground in small pools.

Bad Blood: "That's enough!" He said in a demanding tone with such a thunderous volume that it made the birds nearby leave the trees, squaking and chirping as they struggled to lift their plump bodies from the branches they had perched on.

From the shadows of a tree emerged the silhouette of a yautja Bad Blood with chained Xenomorphs behind him that were held by other Bad Bloods at his command. He called the Xenomorph over to him, chaining that Xenomorph to the rest of its hive. The Bad Blood looked at the scarlet huntress, clicking in amusement while holding up a green stained cloth bag.

Bad Blood: "you're not an easy one to find... one of the last remaining Nomad Clan members soon to die. Luna, how far you have fallen..." He said with the most sickening and seductive tone.

The Bad Blood then threw the cloth bag towards Luna and it landed right in front of her in the mud. From the bag, the head of her life-mate rolled out. Luna looked at the decapitated head with both sorrow and rage; Such rage that it caused her adrenaline to block out every single painful wound in and on her body, crying out with a booming roar. She then used the support of a tree to stand on her own two feet again, to which she engaged the bad blood with tears in her eyes.

The fight was sadly short as Luna was slow from her injuries, being tossed around like a ragdoll throughout the forest. The bad blood grew tired from this poor form of a fight and decided to end the fight by releasing one of the Xenomorphs upon her.

Beaten and battered, Luna crawled towards the tree that was hiding the pup that the fight had led her back to. She dragged out the pod to look at it one last time. Just as she was about to open it, the middle of her chest exploded into a green mist for the tail of the Xenomorph skewered through her. She shakingly dropped the pod and used her own body to protect it. From inside of the pod, the pup began to cry from being dropped. The Xenomorph viscously stabbed and attacked her back. Slowly her strength and life force began to fade, soon just becoming a lifeless corpes.

The bad bloods looked on from afar, slowly stalking as they saw the pod Luna was protecting. It caught his attention since he heard small cries of a pup from within. He wasn't the only one who had their attention caught by these small and helpless cires; a large brute of a yautja came bursting through the thick jungle foliage nearby. This yautja had been watching from afar after hearing all of the commotion since their group was in the area.

This black beast wore no armor nor mask as they attacked the Xenomorph that had killed Luna. The brute grabbed a fallen mossy log that was laying on the soft ground and bashed the Xenomorph's head with it, knocking it unconscious and giving them enough time to open the pod to see a tiny red pup crying.

The Bad Blood watched to see what would happen as the Xenomorph slowly regained consciousness. When this big yautja heard the hissing, they gently scooped the crying pup into their mandables and began to beat up the Xenomorph. They punched the xeno so hard that the blow left it dazed and confused. While it was trying to get its footing, the brute grabbed onto its collar bone with one hand and placed the other hand on it's neck, ripping the head off from the Xenomorph with sickening ease.

The acid blood from the Xenomorph sprayed onto their right eye as well as their arms. They growled in pain as they dropped the head and the Body of the Xenomorph. The Bad Blood decided it would be best to leave since he heard more yautja coming their way. The cries of the pup continued since it was scared and didn't know what was going on. It was now that the black yautja took the time to calm down they frightened pup now that they saw no other signs of danger.

Black Momba: "shhh, it's okay little one, I have you. Everything will be alright." She cooed to him in a soft and comforting tone.

Black Momba’s eyes were a piercing gold that radiated a soft glow. Her dark skin and light stripes complimented each other. Her predlock decorations clinked together and rattled as she moved.

Her eye and skin burned from the acid blood. She checked to see if any of it had gotten on this tiny pup. He was good from the looks of it. He was so small that he fit into the palm of her hand. She looked at the corpse of which she assumed was the pup's mother. Momba went over to the body to see if there was anything on her that could tell Momba who she was but she couldn't find anything. She thought it would be best to put the pup back into the pod since it had now calmed down.

She rubbed her thumb up against the pup's forehead before closing the pod. Momba's clan members were quick to rush to the scene since she had ran off from them just moments before. Black Momba told them what happened and she was quickly given aid back on the clan ship along with the tiny pup.

Her clan didn't leave Luna's body to rot, instead, they gave her a burial and marked her grave with an honorable title that read, "here lays a brave mother who faught for the protection of her young pup up against the most honorable of prey." They didn't know who she was, so this was the best they could do for Luna.

As Momba was being patched up back on the clan's ship, the medic checked the tiny pup's vitals and looked to see if it had any health problems.

Medic: "looks like the little guy is all healthy. He's only a couple weeks old by the looks of it."

They gently place the pup into the arms of Momba. She was sitting on one of the medical beds. Both her forearms and her right eye had to be covered with bandages after getting treated for the acid burns. Momba looked down at the little pup and her heart felt whole once more. Her mind was made up.

Black Momba: "I shall take responsibility for him and raise him as my own. I found him and I saved him... I should be the one to have him."

Medic: "As you wish. Well, you are good to go. Those burns will heal in no time and I see nothing else that is concerning."

They made her get up from the medical bed so she wouldn't be taking up any room. Momba walked out from the medical room and went to her father, the clan leader, to tell him what happened since she told the others that she wanted to be the one to tell him of what happened. The small pup cooed while in her grasp. He had fallen to sleep. Once Momba got to her father's room, she walked right up to him and he turned to face her after hearing her come in.

Python: "Oh by Paya Momba! What happened?" He walked right up to her and grabbed her face to look at it as well as her arm before noticing the small pup in her grasp.

Black Momba: "I'm fine. There was a Xenomorph that killed this pup's mother. I saved him from the Serpent and I got burned. I'll heal."

Python: "I see... well, I'm assuming you came to me to ask me to keep him?"

Black Momba: "yes. I only came to ask out of curtasy, because if you do say no, I'm still going to keep him and raise him as my own."

Python chuckled and placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder.

Python: "you don't have to ask me. I can trust that you know what you are doing. The ship isn't a safe place to raise a pup, so, I'll have the pilot take us back to our village on Yautja-Prime so you can raise him there."

Black Momba: "thank you father."

She lowered her head to touch her forehead against his as a sign of affection before leaving his room. She headed off to her room to get ready for bed. It was late and she was starting to get tired. Once she got to her room, she looked at the mess she had left behind.

Black Momba: "Right... eh, that'll be tomorrow's problem."

She had been too depressed the past couple of weeks to take care of herself or clean her room. She had lost her own pup due to birth complications and it had taken a heavier toll on her compared to the couple of other times she had lost her pups due to the same problem. Momba laid in her bed and was careful not to wake the small pup she was holding. She didn't know the pup's name, so she thought of what to call him. She looked down at him with a small smile.

Black Momba: "I think I'll call you Little Red." she whispered to him as she stroked his forehead with her thumb.

Momba began to doze off to slumber. Slowly, all of the events from today washed away into oblis and this calmness flowed over her. She finally felt okay...

All night Momba had tossed and turned but she never crushed the small pup for see had worried of doing so. She was so worried about Little Red after killing that Xenomorph with her bare hands to save him. She held him close and felt bad that his mother had died by the maws of that strange Xenomorph variant. Now that she thought about it, she has never seen any like it before. It was a shame she didn't take the skull of it with her.

Black Momba looked over to see what her clock read; 5:53 a.m. She sighed and silently thought over the events from yesterday. She had noticed a figure watch her kill the Xenomorph from afar and she noticed that whoever they were, they left after the Xenomorph was dead. It got her overthinking but it was interupted by a small coo. She looked down at Little Red who was in her arms, asleep.

Little Red was softly purring and snuggling up into the new warmth, though it wasn’t his mothers, it felt so similar. He’d often kick or nibble his gumbless teeth on her. However something strange happened as he felt scared and began to cry since he didn't see his mother anywhere.

She sat up and gently rocked him in her arms.

Black Momba: "Shhh, its okay little one, I've got you." She spoke softly and stroked his forehead.

Black Momba: "it's okay, I have you."

He began to cry less and less and then slightly open his eyes, but closes them again as he felt his temple being soothed and stroked. Eventually falling back into slumber and held on tightly to Black Momba with a iron grip, shaking ever so often. She let out a soft sigh and continued to stroke his head. She got up from her bed and stretched her legs before changing into some clean clothing, being careful not to wake her new son.

Momba walked out of her room and went to the dining hall of the ship. Breakfast was always put out in the morning by the cook. Lunch and dinner was something you had had make for yourself. She grabbed a plate full of hot food and sat down at a table that was in the corner of the room. Momba yawned and began to eat. Little Red was cradled up to her chest, cooing but whimpered at times. When she had sat down, he had begun to chirp and snuggled against his adoptive smother's chest hearing her heart beat.

She looked down at him when he began to whimper more frequently. She could tell he was hungry, so she exposed part of her chest and placed him right up to her breast to see if he would suckle from it. He immediately latched on and began to feed. His whimpers were replaced with the sounds of him nursing from her. Momba smiled and finished her food quickly because she didn't like the looks She was getting from the others that were in the room. She left the dinning hall and let Little Red continue to feed from her breast.

She was followed and then stopped by two Elites.

Elite 1: "Looks like someone’s going soft; a broken child for a broken breeder."

Black Momba: "You better watch your tongue or else you won't have one to speak with." She growled as she threatened him and glared. Momba was a larger than most in her clan and most knew of her ill temper. Little Red began to cry hearing her growl. He held Black Momba tightly.

Elite 1: "Hey just saying what everyone is thinking. You coddling him as if he can’t fend for himself. He will be weak."

Black Momba: "All of my offspring are strong because of what I do for them." She growled as she got up in his face, "he is only a pup and needs a mother." She hissed. She flared her mandables to express her agression.

She wanted to punch him right in the face but she held that urge back, making her free hand into a fist. She has been in many fights before with other clan members because of her ill temper, so most try to stay on her good side because they know how the fights usually end.

The Elite growled but slowly backed away to get his food, all while eyes where on them. Little Red was still crying not sure if he and his new mother were in danger and tugged at her shirt. When the two left, she tended to the pup and tried to get him to calm down.

Black Momba: "it's okay, don't worry." She said in a soft tone and stroked his head.

He sniffled and stopped crying when he saw Black Momba’s face. He looked at her with teary eyes as he reached out and gently held her long predlocks that dangled from her head, purring and chirping happily. He was so small and looked like a little runt to her now that she thought about it.

Usually, pups that were born in her clan would be slightly bigger than him, but since he wasn't from her clan, he probably just looked small. She went back to her room and began to look for something while holding him in her mandables. She needed to use both of her arms and she didn't want to let him go because he was so small to her. She had this fear that if she put him down on her bed, she might accidentally forget about him and crush him.

Momba found what she was looking for; a long cloth she has used to carry her past offspring in. She chuckled as Little Red played with her predlocks while he was being held in between her mandables. She sat down on her bed and took the cloth, wrapped it around her chest and over her shoulders after she took her shirt off. She placed him into the makeshift hammock, making sure he was nice and secure. Now she didn't have to carry him in her arms or mandables, he would just be in the cloth right on her chest.

She noticed Little Red was sad to let go of her predlocks, even when laying in his little Hammock, looking up, he’d make grabby hands at her. Eventually he gave up for his little arms couldn’t support his muscles yet and they just fell on him. He looked up at her as he grew hungry again and went back to feeding, slowly falling asleep. She chuckled and went out of her room to find something to do. Something quiet that would keep her busy as he slept comfortably. She could go and socialize with the other huntresses but she never really got along with them because of how different she was compared to them.

Most in the clan still find her strange ever since it was revealed she was in fact female. It wasn't her fault that her father assumed she were male based on her behavior alone and raised her as if she were one.

Momba's mother never was a part of the clan nor did she really care about Momba. It was her father who cared and nurtured her after Momba's mother gave her up to the clan. She just wanted to be a good mother, better than her own. Little Red yawned and looked up at her, noticing she was looking a little worried or deep in thought. He began to gabble and click, almost trying to speak but he couldn’t form a word with it just sounding like jibberish.

Black Momba: "What are trying to do?" She looked down at him and giggled. The little noises he was making made her smile and it distracted her from her thoughts. "you're such a silly pup."

She wiggled her finger in front of him. Quickly seeing his chance, he lunged up and nommed Black Momba’s finger with his toothless gum, not letting go as he bit down. Giving a little cute growl as he brought it closer to him.

Black Momba: "Oh, so vicious! What a good little hunter!" She said playfully and encouragingly as she let him take a hold of her finger.

She found a place to sit down in one of the lounge rooms meant for higher ranking clan members. She wiggled her finger while it was in his grasp so he could have some fun with it. He kept growling and nomming her finger, stopping every so often to watch the finger wiggle before “attacking” again and again. It was like he was having his own little battle. Momba chuckled as she was entertained by the little pup playing with her finger.

Black Momba: "Get it! Get the finger!" She said in the playful tone again.

Eventually all of the play fighting got him tired, winded and sleepy. He slowly began to fall asleep again as he suckled on the finger purring happily. She smiled and nuzzled his little face with her mandables as he slowly fell asleep. She was tired herself as she didn't get much sleep. She ended up falling asleep in the lounge with the pup but the peace didn't last as long as she wanted it to. Two Yautja, both male and female, walked through the halls in search of someone. They eventually found her in the lounging area where Black Momba, their mother, was asleep.

Momba's son: “There you are mother! We have been looking all over for you.” He said as he shook her awake.

Momba woke up and slightly gasped in air when he shook her.

Black Momba: "shh! You will wake him."

She said in a hushed tone as she pointed at the little pup that was wrapped around her chest in cloth. They where confused as they looked down to see a Yautja pup unlike any of their siblings, confused and maybe a little angry as her son asked.

Momba's son: “When did you birth another child?!” He said in a whispered tone.

Black Momba: "I didn't birth him, I saved him. His mother was killed by a Serpent variant and he would've been too if I didn't find him just in time."

She got up and stretched, careful not to wake the sleeping pup. The nap she had gave her the energy she needed. Her daughter walked forth and up to Black Momba able to see the cute pup softly sleeping, partly purring and snoring as he nuzzled into the warmth of his new mother. However, her son wasn’t so sure and stayed distant from the pup and Momba. She noticed how her son stayed back but she didn't bring any attention to it but she did take not of it.

Black Momba: "I will be raising him as my own. I already gave him a name; Little Red."

Momba's daughter: “Awwww. May I hold him?” She asked as Little Red sleepily held onto the finger that she placed by his hand, assuming it was Black Momba’s.

She thought about it for a couple of seconds before deciding.

Black Momba: "sure."

She gently scooped him up from the little 'hammock' he was in and gave him to her. Her daughter gently took him in her arms and looked down at him, to which he looked up at her with sleepy eyes. He Looked around for Black Momba, making grabby hands to her when he spotted her. He began to whine and squirm, wanting Momba. Her daughter did her best to hold him steady and comfortable but Little Red only wanted Momba at the moment.

Black Momba: "Maybe another time you can hold him." She scooped him back up, "He probably needs to get to know you first."

Momba's daughter: “Well I’d like to maybe get to know him more." She giggled.

Momba's son growled and left. They both looked on in confusion but didn’t pay attention to it as her daughter played with Little Red's short predlocks to which he looked at her, trying to nom her fingers.

Black Momba: "Anyways, why did you come looking for me?"

Momba's daughter: “Oh I was sent from the bridge to say we are near Yautja Prime.” She said as she still couldn’t help but look at the little pup, having a feeling of Baby Fever.

Black Momba: "That's good. I'll have to stay on yautja prime to raise him until he reaches unblood status. Also, while I'm gone, keep an eye on your brothers. They like snooping into my room to play around with my gear. I know because they leave a mess behind every single time."

Momba's daughter: “Ugh what part of ‘don’t go in there’ do they not understand, I swear...” She said cursing to her brothers as she left.

Little Red looked up at Black Momba and watched her daughter, his adoptive sister, walk away. Momba walked to her room to pack some things up before leaving the ship for Yautja-Prime. On Yautja-Prime, she had her own hut in the clan's village. There, she would be raising and training Little Red as soon as he is able to walk. She loved to personally train her offspring about the hunt because it was something she enjoyed. She felt excited having another little one to teach, to help grow and learn. As she packed some of her things, she took the time to show Little Red her gear even if he didn't understand what they were for.

He looked at all of the weapons in amazement, never seeing anything like it before. Every item that Black Momba brought closer to her, it was his chance to feel the weapon, dragging his little baby claws along the cold metal and even cooing as they finding it to be the most interesting thing. She giggled.

Black Momba: "One day, you'll own one of these and become a great and honorable hunter."

Once she was done packing her things, she sat down on her bed and waited for the ship to land. She entertained herself by playing with Little Red. He giggled and played with her, giving his best cute rawr, playfully bapping her hands.

Black Momba: "Such viscious little hunter!" She said playfully as she continued to use her hand to play with him.

When the ship landed, she got up from her bed, grabbed her things and headed out of the ship. While she was heading off of the ship, the other yautja looked at her and her red pup. Some of Momba’s children stopped her a few times to ask about the pup and she didn't mind answering their questions.

When she was finally off of the ship, she headed straight for her hunt In the center of the large village. It hasn't been too long since she was there. Only a few weeks ago she had been expecting a pup of her own to raise... now she has Little Red to take care of and she was happy to have him. Once she got in her hut, she put down her things in her bedroom. She looked at her room for a little, staring at it blankly.

Little Red peaked over the hammock he was in to look at the new room, finding it familiar. Looking up he gave a chirp to get her attention as he asked for uppies. She looked down at him and held him in her arms. She walked to her bed and sat down on it. She had this overwhelming urge to cry and she couldn't hold back her tears. Little Red noticed this sudden mood swing and was scared. Were they in danger? Was she scared? Soon he began to cry with her, he didn’t know why or even how to comfort his new mother. All he could do was cry and hold tightly to Black Momba.

She was crying because of the fact that she had a spotty history with birthing pups. The fact that they would die before being born or that they would be dead at birth. She didn't allow herself to fully grieve the loss of her last pup and now it's just all coming out. When Little Red began to cry, it caught her attention.

Black Momba: "shh, oh... it's ok little one.. I'm just... sad, it's ok." She held him to her face and nuzzled him, "it's alright.." she sniffled.

Little Red sniffled too. He began to make little gargling noises again. She looked at him and wiped away her tears, seeing that he was trying to speak.

Little Red: "m-momma."

Black Momba: "Wha-..?"

She was taken aback when he said that. She never told him that word and he seemed too young to know how to speak just yet but she held him close.

Black Momba: "That's right, I'm momma."

Tears ran down her face again, but this time, they were tears of joy. She curls up and lays on her side with Little Red in her arms. She yawned and looked down at her son. He happily chirped and snuggle her hand, drooling on it. She was suddenly tired and decided she would unpack later. She just wanted to enjoy this moment with her little pup.

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soukoku-fic-recs · 2 years ago

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music au fics:

Hi!! A new masterlist has arrived!!

In this list you'll find every tipe of music au fics: from rockstar chuuya to music prodigy dazai and everything in between!!

Have a great day!!

-f

Fallen Siren by A5158: Once, they were partners. But everything ends when one left.

The Mafia Guide to Marching Band by Spax99: The marching band au that you never knew you needed.

Under A Paper Moon by jng: Chuuya was only fifteen when Double Black took the stage by storm. The sudden onslaught of followers, and performances, and interviews, and opportunities had been everything he'd craved. He was fifteen when Double Black was formed, and eighteen when it all came crashing down. Four years later, and the past he'd long since forgotten was back to haunt him. Or more specifically, certain bandage covered idiots were back, and ready to forge his own path. Or the rockstar au that absolutely no one asked for but I'm here to deliver anyways. Inspired by arabaki's band au on tiktok. Fic title comes from the song 'Under A Paper Moon' by All Time Low.

Rock My World by purplesan: ‘You made me happy too, you know.’ Dazai murmured. Chuuya froze in the doorway for a little while, but didn’t make any attempt at turning around. Dazai being Dazai though, he still couldn’t tell the redhead his true feelings. ‘Good luck performing later.’ he brought out instead. Chuuya slammed the door shut in his face. (You made me happy too, it’s just that no one had taught me how to smile yet.) Or: Dazai leaves the members of his band hanging just before a concert, and reappears as a guitarist for another band months later. Chuuya never quite forgives him for this

Sorrow Already Spoiled by orphan_account: Dazai always believed that someone's soul is hidden on their eyes. And when he saw that blue eyes, he saw a lost man, as the darkness that corrupted him was growing more and more, and the redhead couldn't control it anymore. Still, he saw the light on his eyes, as this man was still trying to fight all his sorrows, even if he is so damaged. Somehow, Dazai understood it.

special fan privilege by setosdarkness: Port Mafia Boss Dazai is Band Chuuya’s biggest fan.

Still With Me, Still With You by NastyaEx: Every Saturday night, Chuuya, Gin and Tachihara perform a song at their school's sports hall. It's an event between students, where they can be the public or the performers. Dazai is Mori's nephew, the CEO of a music company. When he finds out about Chuuya's talent, he wants him to join his uncle's agency. Chuuya refuses, until one event gives him no other choice.

Singers, Dancers, Stray Dogs by get_ao3: A (mind the tags) music-industry AU of Bungo Stray Dogs. Singer Dazai Osamu is on the run from his famous music producer, Mori Ougai, after a bitter “falling out”-- but the superstar’s got a plan. Chuuya Nakahara is a former choreographer whose talent agency tycoon is taking LA by storm, and Dazai knows just what the loudmouth snob needs to boost his brand to the top: why, himself, of course.

Andante, Andante by Thepromisedplatypus: Osamu Dazai was once a world-famous child violinist and composer. Now, he is just an annoying teenager with a tendency to seduce classmates. After a freak encounter with Japanese tabloids, he is banished to London to study music in obscurity. All hell breaks loose when he ends up sharing a flat with Chuuya Nakahara, a piano prodigy who already hates his guts. ( College AU where Dazai and Chuuya end up as rival music students in London. Cue enough tension to snap piano strings. )

Tones by DanganStrayDogs: Chuuya laid his hand on the familiar instrument. It was an elegant one, of sleek, polished wood and delicate strings, and one he loved with all of his heart. It was this instrument that he loved so dearly, the one that enabled him to see every hue he loved in the rainbow. With each note, he could visualize the color he associated with it, and they were all of his favorites. It was almost as if this instrument had been made for him. His fingers itched to play, and his mind ached for the colors.

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by saffroncassis: Chuuya (only partially on accident, promise) vandalizes the set for the Yokohama School of Music and Dance's senior showcase, and needs to make up for it with community service. Meanwhile, Dazai’s partner for his scholarship-earning duet, Yosano, is out with a strained leg and he needs a replacement. They come to an agreement that's the solution to both their problems, and the cause of a few more. AKA: the Step Up AU you never knew you needed

#soukoku #soukoku fanfiction #soukoku fanfic #skkn #skk fanfic #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #fic rec #fic masterlist

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ally22042000 · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction: Them forgetting / not coming to an important event - Aftermath

Commenting and rebloging is appreciated.

BTS x Reader

Fluff, Angst

Wordcount: 2K

Previous Part

Special Thanks: to the individuals who commented one the previous part. I hadn’t even considered writing a second part. Thank you for giving me inspiration.

A/N: I think I was a bit dramatic at certain part, but oh well. Here your go, I hope you’ll like it.

Kim Seokjin

“I’m sorry, honey. I promise to make a greater effort for this to work.”

And he did. It took you some days to forgive him, but you had noticed the change immediately. In the beginning you didn’t let yourself dream, thought it was only a temporary change because he felt guilty. But when he prioritises you even months later, telling the company no, when they wanted to plan a “Run BTS” shoot on your birthday, you realised that he truly chose to change his behaviour – for you and your future.

And now, as he was driving the packed car, you in the passenger seat, sleeping heavily, he couldn’t be happier to have made the right decision.

Your wedding ring reflecting the afternoon sun. He stopped at a red light and turn to take you in fully. Hand slowly lifting to land on your pregnant belly. Another four month and the both of you would be proud parents.

“The both of you are worth every effort a man could make. I’ll make sure my girls will never forget that.”

Min Yoongi

6 pm on the dot he stood in front of your booth, flowers in one hand, a beautifully wrapped gift in the other.

“Hey”, he awkwardly said.

You stopped your tiping to turn your chair in his direction, not bothering to stand up or replay to the greeting. A heavy sigh left his lips as he realised you hadn’t forgiven him yet.

“I- ahm, I brought you flowers and this” he held the present in your direction “this is the gift for our anniversary, I brought it month ago.” Slowly you turned back to your screen while announcing that you still had work to do.

“Oh, okay, that’s no problem. I’ll just wait right here until you’re done and then we can go for dinner.” You didn’t give any sign of acknowledgement and just started tipping. After a few minutes he rolled over a chair from one of your co-workers who had already left and soon after he pulled out his phone.

You wanted him to wait, to suffer, he knew that. Just like you had waited after preparing dinner for the both of you. But he would brave the silence and wait until you were ready to start the process of healing what he broke. Because if Min Yoongi was one thing, then it was patient. You were both aware that he would not leave until it was with you.

That’s why you were surprise when he got up suddenly and called for the elevator. It was just past 7 pm, no way would he give up that fast.

You decided not to go investigate and return to your document which could easily have waited until the following morning.

You didn’t look up when the doors opened a new, and you heard him walk back to your booth. What made you lift your head though, was the delicious smell, that suddenly floated in the air.

Two white bags were placed on your desk, on the side the name of your favourite Take Away.

“If you won’t let me take you to dinner then I’ll bring dinner to you.” He grumbled, while emptying the bags.

Not being done with that little dance of yours, your resume your typing, waiting until he would go off. You didn’t have to wait long though.

His hand grabbed the arms of your chair and spun you in his direction, caging you in your seat.

“Eat Y/N. You don’t have to talk to me, forgive me, hell even look at me. But you will eat.”

His eyes held a fire that you hadn’t seen in a while. Slowly you reached for the first dish and started eating. Meanwhile Yoongi had fallen back into his with a satisfied not.

You continue to ignore him for the rest of the evening. This dispute wasn’t over, and you were still hurt, you were both aware of that. But when you finally slipped into bed with him you made sure to pull him close, a heavy sigh slipping past both of you lips.

You fought and pickeered, but you would never give up on him. Never give up on your love.

Jung Hoseok

You heard him mount the steps before you saw the letter enter through the opening in your front door.

Two months, that’s how long you hadn’t spoken to him. Using the time and distance to find yourself again and reorganise your thoughts and feelings. Analyse the situation and trying to find the solution that fit you best.

And each week he dropped of one letter. He never ringed, respecting your boundaries.

The content was random thoughts he had had throughout the week about you - your smell that had left his bed sheets – your song that had play while he was on his way to work and made him stop in a parking lot to cry his heart out – the way he missed holding you – kissing you – making love to you – hearing you laugh.

In the two-month gone you were able to fix yourself again, gluing the pieces back together that you needed to protect yourself and to make the tough decision that was best for you.

And while you were able to do all of that, the loneliness never left. The loneliness only he could cure.

You had a lot of things you would need to work on, and he had to prove himself a lot before you would trust him with your love again, but your heart never left his clutches. Jung Hoseok was your man, your soulmate, your future.

And so, for the first time in two month you opened the door. He was in the middle of turning back around when he heard the movement. Your eyes connected. Shock written all over his face.

“Do you want to come inside for a cup of peppermint tea?” On simple question and the sun came out. His entire face was lit up with happiness. He nodded eagerly not able to form any words.

And with the closing of the door, a new chapter in your story begun. Let’s hope this time it would have a happy ending.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon’s entire body felt like it was made out of stones when he entered his bedroom. He was beyond tired and everything hurt. He flipped on the light and almost let out a scream when he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, exactly where he had left you.

“Y/N?” his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly you lifted your head to look at him. Your eyes red from crying. A white stick between your fingers.

“What is that?”, what a question? Of course, he knew what that was. Was he ready to hear it, though?

“I’m pregnant.” Your voice sounded horse and tired. Your entire posture screamed exhausted. No at all how he imagines he would ever hear those news, but well it was kind of his own fault.

“Okay.” Was all Namjoon said, knowing both of you weren’t in the right state of mind to have the required conversation right now. He helped you clean up and tucked you in. Quickly jumping into the shower, himself before he crawled beneath the sheets next to you, one arm thrown over your middle.

Sleep came fast for the both of you, your bodies allowing you the rest. Tomorrow you could deal with all of this. With the emotions. With the questions: does this change anything? Will this be enough for him to change his priorities? Or will the same factors win again as they always did.

Park Jimin

It was shortly past four in the morning when you returned. Silently you walked through your apartment and slid though your bedroom door. After cleaning up and changing you slid beneath the sheet ready for sleep. That is when you realised that the man next to you was awake. Eyes trained on your celling, not moving a single muscle.

“Jimin?” his name was nothing but a mere whisper as it glid past your lips. You thought he would be deep asleep by now.

“Do you still love me?” You barely heard the question, not sure if you were supposed to.

“What?” An incredulous look took residence on your face, confused about the sentence.

His head turned in your direction, eyes filled with tears, pain written all over his face.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I swear I didn’t mean to forget. I am so stupid. Please forgive me, please. Please.“ The silent tear turned into pained sobbed as he buried his face in the pillow.

Stunned into silence you watched as the man you love fell apart in front of you. Slowly you scooted toward him, fingers gliding into his hair as you buried your face in his shoulder. Softly massaging his scalp, you tried to calm him down.

“Jimin, of course I still love you. Nothing could ever change that. You are my Jiminie, okay? Please stop crying.” He didn’t, for a long time, but he reached out and held your hand through it.

And while you were laying there, comforting him, and waiting for him to calm down, your realised that this was not something you could do with Jimin. His love was too passionate and his insecurities too big for him to take this kind of behaviour. He needed words of affirmation during though times, not abandonment.

You would be sure to remember that because you never wanted to see him in this kind of pain again.

Kim Taehyung

This time he was prepared. He had the gift, invited your friend and family, planed the entire day weeks ahead and made sure everything was perfect.

This was going to be your day. You were going to feel like the queen you are, and he would read every wish form your eyes. Royalty would be jealous for the way you would be treated, and everybody would long to be in your shoes. That was what he had planned.

What he didn’t plan for was the black attire and the crying. What he didn’t plan for was the preaching and the current venue. What he didn’t plan for was the car crash you had a week ago. What he didn’t plan for was for you to be found dead on impact.

So here he was, watching as your cascade was lowered into the ground. On your birthday. It sounded like a sick joke.

Life gave Taehyung so many chances, but sadly he couldn’t redeem himself to the person that is most important to him – was most important to him.

Jeon Jungkook

Your heard him as he walked through the door. The blanket above you felt heavy just like the silence that filled your little apartment.

The screeching of your bedroom door notified you of his entrance. The rustling of clothes as he disrobed, and his soft breathing was the only thing that you could catch.

Your body stiffened when you felt him slip under the covers behind you. His naked chest pressed into your back as he slung his arm around your middle. A faint kiss was left behind your ear as he mumbled the words, he declared every night: I’m home.

Two years later but nothing had changed. At the same time so much had. Tonight you didn’t sit, waiting in a restaurant by yourself for hours, praying he would show up. You didn’t endanger your life on the way home or cry yourself to sleep.

No, tonight you laid in the arms of your boyfriend while your mind was with your lover who had entertained your loneliness for the past three months.

You had been correct in your assumption that nothing would change and after a lot of fights and tears but without the strength to actually leave Jungkook, you had fallen in love with another man. Obtaining through him the love and touch you missed from your absent boyfriend.

Namjoon and you weren’t proud of what you were doing, far from it. But you kept gravitating towards each other.

One who seeks love, one who gives it and one who is blinded by misplaced priorities: a recipe for disasters and broken hearts.

#bts #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts reactions

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levisteacup01 · 4 years ago

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mkay more angsty but fluffy shet about mha (ノ￣ω￣)ノ

not proof readeded lol

TW: PTSD, family/father ab*se, violence, nigtmares

So let’s talk about our traumatized bby Shoto

so ofc I truly believe from the bottom of my heart he has PTSD

like how could he not with the shithead En*vour he is living

he has him that caused his trauma and he has to see him on daily basis

I think that maybe his mother gifted him something odly wired as a child when she was still around

like idk a pin or a photo camera, maybe a shitty reusable box of pills

and he keeps it like is the last thing he will touch

if he ever sees his dad even glancing at it he will go feral

I think he usually have nightmares

Maybe not like out of the blue

on a shitty day when nor you or anyone is around to comfort him

so he just drags himself to bed in that mindset that he is scared to sleep to don’t have a nightmare

If you ever argue with him and you are that tipe of person to slam or break stuff when things get heated he will most certainly flinch and defend himself

or just simply run away crying (pls this breaks my heart)

This boy has tics

like nothing too serious

just like scratching his thumb till it bleeds out of anxiety

or bouncing his leg or tapping the table annoyingly much

Headcanons time✨🫖

You are lying down next to Shoto , he is fast asleep after a long ass training with Izuku .

Tho taking in fact that it’s only 10 pm you can’t sleep, so you just do your thing, idk read a book or something while he snuggles into you

You know sometimes his mind gets cloudy, and as much as he loves you he still can’t always talk about it. He just needs to be in his world to sort things out in his brain, but he knows you are there for him

While paying attention to wherever you were doing he started shaking and tensing up.

Mind you, this is the first time seeing someone experiencing a nightmare

You thought he was having a seizure or something so you gently shook him awake.

He JOLTED up , tears spilling from his eyes. He looked at you for a second until his hand flew to cover his mouth after sprinting to the bathroom and throwing himself over the toilet

You chase after him, really confused about the situation, until it all connects

he had a nightmare

You kneel down next to him and caress a hand over his back until he calms down and he stopped vomiting.

He looked at you trough half lidded eyes still sobbing.

“I-I’m sorry... I know it’s a disgusting sight to see—“

You interrupted him , wiping the corner of his mouth with the nearest towel, carefully like he is about to crack into pices

The silence is kept until you grab another towel and put it under some cold water from the sink

“It’s not. We all have nightmares “ you gently whisper, patting his face and neck with it to calm him down

He starts to sob again, loudly this time.

You waste no time jumping into his lap to hug him. You know holding someone after a nightmare makes it better. And with no hesitation he hugs you back like you are about to disappear.

“When I was younger I had nightmares too, a lot of them. Scared that the monster in my closet will get me.” You tangle your fingers trough the hair at the back of his head to massage his scalp “She hugged me and I started to explain her my nightmares, but she was brave “

He looked up at you with a puzzled look.” Who is she?” he asked softly “Yupu tuck a pice of hair behind his ear “my mom. I loved her, and I still do” you rant to him, trying to distract him about whatever scared him in that awful dream “I visit her every week, tell her about my high school, about my dad and you” you give off a sad smile “tho she could never answer. She is peacefully rested now” Shoto gave an amazed look, you never talked about your family, it was a sensitive topic whenever parents discussion came around. “How was your mom Sho?” you asked planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He took in a sharp inhale and avoided contact “She is in mental hospital, I guess you know the whole story. But... I still love her. She is my— my only mom, she loved me and I ams sure about that..” the fesr in his words was really audible. He daubed that , he was a shitty liar.

“Shoto my love...” You guided his face closer to yours so you could meet his gaze “Whatever happend in you dream—“ you explained caressing a thumb over his scar “those things are just tricks that our mind plays to us, memories that we need to value. You can’t say that you need to be proud of what your relationship became. But it is a memory, that you need to acknowledge that is there, to build yourself without . You can’t keep living in your past” Still, with your pestering, he wasn’t really pleased with it and you picked up on that fact “Now, healing takes time, so I don’t say you to start now, but whenever you decide to , I will be right here to support you every step of the way”

He smiled and kissed you lips a glimpse of happiness in his eyes

“Thank you...”

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Lol this was supposed to be just head cannons

#mha todoroki #todoroki shoto #todoroki angst #mha angst #anime thoughts #Camille’s anime theories

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too-scared-to-do-this · 3 years ago

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Insufferable

Chapter one - Strike a match and watch it burn

Sander’s sides fanfiction - ‘Off the Devil’s head’ spin-off (can be read as a stand-alone)

Wordcount: 1172

Ship: intrulogical

TW: cursing - a lot of cursing (this is Remus after all), thievery, angry man, chasing, Remus somewhat-objectifying people and shit-talking, second-hand embarrassment aaaaand I feel like that might be all. If anything pops up, do let me know :)

Summary of the whole story: This might have not been the brightest idea - steeling from a cart right in the fucking smack-dab-middle of the Square. But Remus never claimed his ideas were bright. Never said his words and actions were appropriate either. So how in all off goddamned hell did he find himself sprawled out on a giant comfortable throne instead of a cold and dark (and very drippy) prison cell - with guards actually guarding his safety instead of assuring his imprisonment - is completely beyond him.

Link to AO3 for those who prefer reading there ^^

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Chapter one - Strike a match and watch it burn

This might have not been the brightest idea - steeling from a cart right in the fucking smack-dab-middle of the Square. But Remus never claimed his ideas were bright.

If they prevented him from starvation, they were more than perfect in his book. Although this might have been just a tad too stupid even for him. No, not stupid - daring. Because why else would he find himself in this goddamned idiotic situation; running at full speed and dodging stuck up towns-people left and right just to escape the angry cart-owner that’s gaining on him.

To hell with all this crowd! There’s literally no space to squeeze through! But they have no problem parting for the hurling grease-ball that’s flying after him. (Flying as flying - he’s stumbling from foot to foot breathing heavier than a dog in hot weather.)

And for a stupid reason even! Fucking apples! Two fucking apples! The man wouldn’t even miss them! And it’s not like the town folk would mind. Yet, he apparently really, really does.

So, guess what? This idea blows. And Rem is fully aware of this. But what else is he supposed to do but keep on dodging people and trying not to run over any poor kid in his way. Constantly checking behind his back to see if he lost the overly-heavy man.

Ah, to hell with pleasantries, call it what it is - the man was fat. Really, really fat. - Remus thought to himself. No matter how well his mum razed him, and how much he respects any body-tipe, this man just couldn’t be described any other way.

His head swiveled backwards, checking in on the now-barely shouting pig. A smirk stretched across his lips - he was a good stretch of path ahead of him and the cart-owner was kneeling over, panting hard. Good. Stupid idea, or not, he outran him. Now only to find a good hiding spot before he get’s caught by the gua-

Rem’s body collided with something. Something tall, hard and surprisingly really nice-smelling. He went flying backwards, butt hitting the ground harder than he expected. “Au…” he murmured rubbing his ass - not that the pain was that important at the moment.

His eyes blinked then focused on the pair of shoes standing still in front of him.

So what he ran into wasn’t a ‘what’ but a ‘who’ apparently. Eyes traveling up the fancy pants and suit, he took in the sheer height of the person standing in front of him. A very tall, very angular, very… lacking-emotional-expression-in-the-face person. Only the slight widening of his specks-hidden scarily-blue eyes was indication of any surprise.

Remus gulped. If it weren’t for the whole sitch he’s currently in, he might even let himself dwell on the fact that this someone is extremely hot. Not that he doesn’t let a few lusty thoughts cross his mind - that wouldn’t be Remus, if he didn’t. And as always, thoughts are accompanied with wide grins and words that spill out without control.

“Jesus Christ, if I wasn’t fleeing, I’d kiss you right here on the spot.” Well, no amount of mental slapping will take back that stupid sentence. His grin widens involuntarily - a nervous tick. Hops up from the ground. “But as you can see, handsome, I’m on the run.” Fucking hell, he winked. He actually winked. “So, I’ll be on my way.” Remus tips an imaginary hat, bowing slightly and steppes aside to leave.

Just then the crowd behind him parts again and the fat-ball stumbles into view. “Your majesty! Be careful, that’s the thief!”

Rem’s eyes widen at the thought; corners of his mouth pulling painfully. Your majesty?!

He looks the guy up and down quickly once again and it all comes crashing down. The shoes, the suit, even the fancy hair and glasses. Jesus fucking Christ, Rem just rammed into the king.

He gulped, trying to step around the him, but there was no way of getting out of the circle of citizens that has formed. Their majesty’s eyes were trained on him, the slight surprise in them fully gone. There was literally nothing that could give away his intentions - not a single tick of the muscle.

Remus was so, so screwed.

Well, prison, here he comes again. Those long nights of dripping water from god knows where and the awful company of his own suffocating thoughts. Back then he had the dragon-witch to talk with during the nights at least, now though… Matilde was far too far away by this point - fleeing from the forest because of idiots that attacked her with torches. Not that she couldn’t defend herself - that creature was the most powerful woman Rem has ever met - but she just didn’t want to waste her energy. “Better hidden and at peace, then discovered and at war.” she used to say.

That’s exactly what Rem was living by - camping out in her old house, rotating the surrounding kingdoms to steel from. Ya know, to keep himself alive out there. Yet here he was - discovered and at fucking war. He was going to prison, and that was that. No escape this time.

But then the king did something neither of them expected. His gorgeous blue eyes blinked and then he just so slightly moved aside, giving Remus the opening he needed to run. He gaped at the King for about a second, before his loud head returned back to earth. An internally embarrassing seductive wink later he was running again. Fleeing the outraged and surprised gazes. Headed for the woods. Mentally thanking the crazy king for saving his ass. Mind full of images of extremely piercing cold blue eyes.

And far behind his back the king pretended to be showed out of the way the moment the thief pushed past him. He on his own had no idea why he had done this. But the angry barking of Jeff the cart-owner and questioning of his loyal subjects weren’t the suitable surroundings to figure this out.

Instead, he reassured his guards that, indeed, he was fine and stood up straight again.

“He ran off!!” Jeff sneered angrily, still panting. “Your majesty, he’s running away with my apples! Do something!”

Coral, the head guard, turned to her king. “Should we go after him?” The rest of her crew immediately stiffened and got ready to move.

But Logan just held up his hand. He looked over his shoulder, searching for the wild green-haired hurricane that just tore through his peaceful kingdom. When he couldn’t see him, he announced: “There’s no need. He’s gotten too far by now. The castle will compensate for your loss, Jeff.” he nodded towards the heavy-boned bolding young man.

“Thank you, my king! You truly are the best!”

But the annoying citizen was already forgotten. Logan gave a curt nod, turned, and with the five guards following him, left. Walking the path which he came from - the one leading alongside the thick dark forest back to his castle.

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I feel like “He’s running away with my apples” is such a stupidly hilarious sentence XD

Aaaaanyways! I know said any day now, and not today, but I caught the Writing bug and now it’s midnight and here we are.

How have you been? I’ve been AWOL for a while I guess. But I’m back. With full force and new and fresh interest in writing this thing! I just hope I’ll do Rem’s character justice.

Do let me know how you like it so far! And, you know I love speculations and theories - so bring them on! Maybe they’ll end up in the story because I like them enough XD

See ya next chap! <3

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fandom-necromancer · 5 years ago

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377. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows about this. Everyone will know what a freak you are! No one will ever want to be friends with the likes of you!” “At what point did you assume I would care?”

This one is longer than my normal shorts on here, but enjoy nonetheless!

Fandom: Deus Ex | Ship: Jensard (Warnings: discrimination, violence, violation of privacy)

'So you say, he's stable, yes?' 'Some friend of his found him in that alley and brought him to some kind of aug expert. But he could only stabilise his augmentations, he is still dipping in and out of consciousness.' 'Sounds more like you need a doctor, not a software specialist.' 'The problem seems to be one of his internal systems keeping him in an... what did he call it... emergency stasis? At least I think that's what the mechanic told us.' 'Good. I don't want to find out I've travelled all the way over into this hell of a city just to tell you he needs medical care. I have business over in Detroit, you know?' 'And Interpol needs Jensen back at full functionality. I think your business can wait, can't it?' Francis sighed inwardly. He started to guess the man deserved the scar in his face, regardless how he might have gotten it. Full functionality. Hell, Jensen wasn't a machine. Well, mostly machine, okay, but they were still talking about a person. Francis was thankful his own augmentations were more discrete, he looked natural enough for all these assholes living here. And he had always thought Detroit was bad.

‘And where is he now?’ ‘Still with the tech, just down this road, it is disguised as a vintage bookshop. You’ll find it.’ Francis looked in the direction Jensen’s co-worker pointed him and nearly winced at the fences and heavy patrols “guarding” just another exit of the aug ghetto. They even had an automated turret. What the hell. ‘Hey, you realise, I’m augmented, right? And even if they don’t recognise it, I have my equipment with me. I guarantee you they won’t let me through. You want your human weapon back? Free the way, then.’ ‘I don’t have the time to babysit you through this. Just go around. Jensen sure as hell always finds a way. I don’t have time for this.’ The bigger man turned and walked away, muttering ‘Fucking civilians’ under his breath.

‘Yeah, fuck you, too’, the hacker called after him, not caring about angering the people who gave him the papers to freely roam the city. Of course, Jensen would find a way. He had no doubt, passing these guards was a piece of cake for the sharp-minded, heavily augmented super-soldier armed with the experience of a cop, a security agent and at last an infiltrator. But there was no use complaining now. He had to get moving. Standing somewhere too long or staring at someone most likely would get him killed here.

In the end he found a side entrance to the areal barred by wood and a locked door. Francis managed to push his equipment over the fence, flinching at the sound of it hitting the ground on the other side. If anything in there had broken, Interpol was paying for the damage. Then his own body followed – graceless but undetected thankfully. On the other side he gathered his materials and dusted himself off. Yeah, he would never again complain about Detroit.

The bookshop looked terrible. Not in the way it was build or arranged, but it seemed to have been a full-blown battlefield: ripped out pages covered the floor, books had fallen out of their shelves and bullet holes lined the walls. What on earth had happened here? Francis wandered through the aisles looking for any sign of life. Of course, it found him instead: ‘Ah, you must be the hacker! They told me you would come!’ Francis turned to someone who looked more like one of those punks living at the outskirts of civilisation. He would have rather thought the man to sell drugs to junkies than fixing up the complex machinery that was Jensen. The man held out his hand and Pritchard shook it hesitantly. ‘My name is Koller, I helped Adam out in the past a few times already. He is such a work of art! I heard you worked on some of the software?’ ‘Pritchard’, Francis nodded reserved, unwilling to be on first name basis with the man. Somehow, he thought Jensen must have been, too. ‘Where is he?’

'Oh, yeah, right! Sorry, I got carried away. He is down in the lab, follow me, follow me!' Pritchard walked behind the man bouncing all over the place like an excited child. His only reason to not deem this a lost course and call it a day was the fact that he was curious deep down. He had supervised Jensen’s missions two years ago. The guy was like a shadow clearing entire buildings without getting spotted. And even if it came to the point of confrontation, he doubted anyone to easily subdue the man in combat. Not with these augs and not with these reflexes. Whoever managed to catch the former head of security off guard had to be someone experienced and nearly as heavily enhanced as the man himself. And if that was the case Jensen needed his help, regardless of what their personal opinions of each other had been.

The “lab” turned out to be a junkyard full of spares and tools, not one thing in a place it would have belonged. This Koller seemed to live down here – half eaten Energy-bars, some instant soups. God, it looked worse than teenaged Francis’ room could ever have. Definitely not a place that deserved the name “lab”. It was a cleaner part of the sewers if anything. To even think of opening someone’s inner systems up in here send shivers down his spine. Well, the times had changed. And this was Prague. This was likely one of the better establishments if he thought about it.

‘Welcome to the inner sanctum! Please, make yourself at home!‘ Koller introduced the chamber and Francis didn’t even answered. ‘Where is he?’, he repeated his question instead and looked around, finding the subject of interest by himself. Jensen was strapped to a chair to hold him in position, the HUD-lenses retracted for once, but eyes closed. He was naked from the waist up, but someone had draped his coat over him to keep him warm. He was breathing underneath, it looked as if he was sleeping and Francis had never even once seen him this relaxed.

He took the few steps up to the chair, immediately kneeling next to the unconscious body to unpack his equipment. ‘What did you do so far? Do you know what happened?’ ‘He was found in an alley, already unconscious. Alex brought him here.’ Francis wouldn’t ask who that was, it wasn’t important. ‘His augs were twitching, took me some time to pin him there. Had overloaded energy systems. I drained them and repaired the damage the machinery did to itself while Adam was unconscious. The body is fine again, but he didn’t wake up. I’m not familiar with the code Sarif Industries implemented and it’s far too advanced for me to understand. My expertise is the tinkering, you see.’ ‘I see’, Pritchard commented sarcastically, already diving into his screens, setting up the diagnostic programs before plugging the different cables into Jensen’s ports. He waited for the results to emerge and as he looked up again, there was a cup of coffee standing in front of him. Disbelievingly he looked at Koller, sitting in a corner observing him. ‘Hey, don’t look at me like that. I worked with guys like you before, I know what my programmers like.’ Pritchard bit back that he was in no way one of his programmers. The man just brought him coffee, he should cut back the hostility a bit.

The results confirmed Koller’s diagnosis: There had been sudden surges of electricity to every system resulting in a critical overload that had disconnected the few biological parts in order to save them from the worst damage. The sudden disconnection had left the augments to themselves, which resulted in them damaging themselves further. But he had to give it to him, this Koller-guy had done good work on them. They were as good as new. Now to the software blockers. He had to connect and calibrate the different augmentations all over again. He sighed deeply, forgetting that he had an audience.

‘What? What is it?’ ‘Nothing. It’s just… this will take some time.’ ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to it, I have a few projects of my own to work on. Call me if you need anything!’ Pritchard grumbled something unintelligible. I just need one thing and that is silence. And maybe another coffee.

At least one of that he got: Koller didn’t bothered him anymore, except maybe for his music playing. But that he could tune out. He began tiping away on his keyboard, writing line after line to initiate the reconnection and administrate it. There would be enough errors coming up for him to bother with starting and stopping new processes. From there on, it was more waiting for the software to boot again and start up the augments. Enough unused time for Pritchard to get bored and think. Think about what the hell could have happened in that alley. Sure, he could wait for Jensen to wake up and keep it all a secret. But there was another solution. One the man would hate him even more for. Ah, well, he wouldn’t have to know about it, would he?

Making sure to have his headphones plugged in and only attached to one ear as to still know what happened around him, he started digging for the programs Sarif had ordered him to write in case something went wrong. In case his guard dog wriggled out of his confines. Francis hadn’t particularly liked writing the code and felt guilty for using it now, but hey, no one would ever get to know any of this, right?

He started up one of the little tools and it began downloading from Jensen’s sensory systems. It took some time to compile into one video-feed, but in the end, there was the pop-up window: start the recording? Francis hovered over the ok-button, hesitating. He looked up to Jensen’s relaxed face. Another violation of the man's privacy, one to add to the many others. But this one was purely of Francis' own making. No one pushed him to pry. But before he could decide otherwise, he hit the mouse button.

A dark alley came into view, the camera- Jensen's head- was shifting from one side to the other and guessing from the hands trying to steady the body against a wall, stumbling forwards. The HUD informed him of a toxicological overload even the sentinel couldn't compensate. Jensen was drunk beyond safe measures. Francis recognised the alley; it wasn't far from the apartment complex he lived in. Jensen's colleagues had shown it to him on the way here. Had he angered any neighbours? Who would attack him this close to home? The camera footage went dark as Jensen leaned against a wall after a particularly bad stumble to one side. He had no chance at reacting to the attack, especially not in his state. Multiple errors and warnings spammed the HUD and Francis managed to decipher enough to reconstruct what happened: electric prod to the back. Jensen fell to the ground, still conscious but unable to get himself up fast enough to defend himself. Another electric surge flooded the systems and a static laugh was heard.

‘Fucking techno. Surprised they can even still get drunk. No augmentation for that, huh?’ Jensen managed to roll to a side, but some boot kicked him down again, followed by another zap that messed up his systems enough to corrupt his vision. ‘Stay down, asshole. I’m going to make sure to leave you here where all your little robo-fuckers can see you. I’ll make sure to tell the police how you attacked us. I’m going to make sure everyone knows about this. Everyone will know what a freak you are! No one will ever want to be friends with the likes of you!’

‘At what point did you assume I would care?’ Francis jerked up in his seat, looking around for who had caught him looking into the man’s memories. But Koller was still working away to his weird taste in music and no one else was there. Could it be…

Jensen was smiling. It looked weird, the man still being unconscious and relaxed, but smug at the replay of the memory. ‘I am a freak, and nobody wants to be near me already. I know. Everyone does.’ It was mumbled and heavy with sleep, but Pritchard could hear the words and feel their impact. Before he could decide on what to think exactly, Koller had jumped from his desk. ‘You finished? You fixed him?’ In record time, Francis had shut down the secret programs he had once written for Sarif and regretted deeply now. ‘Yes!’ A little too eager maybe. ‘I-it will take some time until he wakes up, but he’s good to go once the calibration is done.’ ‘Awesome! And so fast, too! He hasn’t lied about you being one of the best out there.’

The tech rambled on for some time, but Francis had filtered his voice out. I am a freak, and nobody wants to be near me. At what point did you assume I would care?

Maybe he should extend his vacation in Prague. Maybe Jensen would need more fine-tuning later when awake again. Yeah. Definitely fine-tuning. Work. Not an excuse for spending some time with his former colleague.

#deus ex #deus ex mankind divided #DXMD #Jensard #adam jensen #Francis Pritchard #václav koller #First thing to write for this fandom: angsty shit #still figuring out their characters #won't write much here by myself I think #who knows #longer than what I normally write on here

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doolsetnet13 · 6 years ago

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cheesy feelings at 3am.

hello! so here's the scenario based of chan's recent vlive 👀 (i'll never be able to get over this guys i'm sorry) the title has nothing to do with the actual story it's just because i was feeling cheesy at 3am and decide it to write this sosldkskfskkfsl chan has my whole heart and he's gonna kill me someday i swear 😭💘 ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! (also if you want to listen to tenerife sea while reading i think that would be nice 👀) 💞💞💞💞

so, chan was doing a vlive. it was kind of late at night, but again, when does this men sleeps?! we were at one of the many jyp studios, he was trying to work on a song, but couldn't concentrate, so i suggested him to do a vlive, to talk and just relax a little bit while interacting with his fans. of course i was in the background, just watching his shy smile right before he starts, i couldn't help but laught a little bit at his shyness, he sings in front of thousands of people but can't do a live on his own, it's ironic right? but just one of the many things i love about him.

"what? why are you laughing? there's something on my face?" he asks, turning on his chair to look at me while wiping his cheeks, the smile on my face grew even bigger.

"yes, beauty." i say just to tease him a little bit more.

"well i'm glad you think so, but i knew that already." he sends me a quick smirk before finally turning the thing on and asking me to not make much noise.

i think i should mention that he was wearing his usual all black outfit, bare face and all. gosh how can you be so in love with someone? is that even possible? looking at him right now, hiding his face with his hands as people start to join the live, being his dorky adorable self, my heart was about to explode and it would be all his fault.

"hello. i feel shy already." you know those cartoons where people have heart eyes while looking at someone they love? that was me right now.

he talked for a bit before start listening to music, i cover my mouth to prevent people from hear me laughing as he then starts to jamming to the greatest showman soundtrack, he was obsessed with it lately. we watched together and he cound't stop teasing me because i said i had a crush on zendaya (who doesn't right?!)

"is there anything that you guys wanna recommend to me?" he asked to the viewers, and as he slightly took a glance at me i mumbled "JOHN MAYER!" he coundn't respond but i know he was thinking "AGAIN?!" he recently started to listening because i listen to it a lot, BUT JOHN MAYER IS A GENIUS OK?! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THIS!

"rewrite the stars? is that a song?" he says out loud, more to himself than to anyone else, already tiping the title of the song on the computer. watching him in his element always make me think about how lucky i am for founding him in this life, and even more lucky that he wanted to be a part of mine too. the song played trough the speakers, it was kind of an emotional song, "but you're here in my heart, so who can stop me if i decide that you're my destiny?" he was oblivious to me staring at him as he enjoyed the music, but being cheesy as i am i cound't help but relate the lyrics to him, or to us. i was so in love with him, and i was so grateful for that.

"oh, zendaya." he said smirking, and as mentioned previously, i already knew what he was thinking so i just smirked too. if he could i bet he would say "yes guys, my girlfriend has a crush on zendaya."

"i can't sleep very well, so when i work this late at night, i concentrate more." that was something i could say i knew, we both weren't very good at sleeping eight proper hours at night, so, sometimes things like this happens, he can't sleep so he calls me and asks if i'm still awake and we both end up on the jyp building until 2am, life is hard guys, is even harder when you have insomnia. maybe that was one of the things that put us together: the lack of sleep.

"there was a time when i used to only listen to this song, shawn mendes' lost in japan. it's amazing." he gives me another quick glance, and i smile widely. some time ago i spended a couple months in my parents house, it wasn't a really long time, but since we met we used to spend at least a couple days of the week together, watching movies with the other boys, eating some junk food, writing songs, or just simply enjoying each others company, so being away like that, it wasn't so easy. and around that time, this song came out, chan said he listened to it all day while i was gone, that he could relate to lyrics cause he missed me but that the song also gave him a warm feeling.

"everyone in my family is really musical." the smile on his face when he talks about his family is the most beautiful thing i ever seen, his eyes shine so bright and i could stare at it all day.

and then, OF COURSE, someone had to suggest one of my favorite ed sheeran's songs just to break me into pieces.

"i love this song. oh my gosh." i started cringing on the back, like i was saying "COME ON! YOU WANT ME TO CRY RIGHT NOW CHRISTOPHER?"

"this is like my go-to song when i feel really relaxed... and just want to rest." can i kill him?! i can't take this anymore, it was supposed to be just an innocent live for him to chat with the fans but now i'm suffering... and i want some cuddles... while listening to ed sheeran, or while he sings ed sheeran's songs to me 'cause he knows that make me weak and i would do anything for him, that he has my heart in the palm of his hand, that i coud listen to his voice for days and i woudn't complain for even a second, because he is all that i want... all that i could ever ask for...

"cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need, i'm so in love, so in love." he sings a little bit, and then looks directly at me, he is singing to me and i know that, but the people on the other side of the screen don't know that i'm there with him, they can't know, but that's fine, cause i know and that's all that i need.

"stay, isn't great?" he smiles widely.

"if i were to do a cover, i'm curious to know if there's a song that you would recommend for me." and, again, i looked at him as saying "if you don't do a fucking john mayer cover i'll break up with you." then he laughed out loud cause he knew what i was thinking since i always asked him to do one.

"i am having a lot of rest, it's ok. i do have a lot of rest so..." oh ok your liar, we all know you are a workaholic, but it's still sweet that you don't want to make your fans worry. i thought to myself. it's ok, i'll make sure you have some good sleep later.

"bye bye. you guys make me happy too. i'm going to leave now." he said goodbye and turned off, looking a lot more relaxed than he was before. getting up from the chair he comes to me, giving his hand so i could get of off the floor, i take without hesitate. he then hugs me and hide his face on the crook of my neck. i hug him back, he still smells like the coffee we had earlier that day.

"i want some cuddles." he says, kind of sleepy already, all the talking must had made him tired i guess. i smile while taking my hand to his hair.

"oh yeah?" i respond, knowing i couldn't deny him anything while he looked like that. he stares at me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, a smirk on his lips as he continued.

"yeah... and some kisses too." he gets closer and finally connect our lips, it's a slow kiss, without any rush, like he just want to enjoy the moment, his grip tightening on my waist, he finish the kiss with a soft bite on my lower lip. and i smile in between all that.

"let's take you home then." i say reaching for his hand while intertwining our fingers. and just like that, i couldn't be more happy that i had this amazing, beautiful boy by my side, it was all that i could ever ask for and so much more.

#stray kids #stray kids soft hours #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids chan #bang chan scenarios #bang chan imagines #bang chan #stray kids hyung line #chris bang #cb97 #3racha #3racha cb97 #stray kids bang chan #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

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estrapotato · 6 years ago

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BloodAverage pt:4

(for real this time)

@huffle-puff-ego @sirkawaiipotato

Chase was gasping for air, God it hurt so bad, why wasn't he healing? He is supposed to heal fast isn't he? Then why wasn't that happening now?!

He clenched his jaw whining in pain. He hissed why was he smelling blood now?! The only blood in the room was... In the fridge...

Without thinking he walked towards the mini fridge and grabbed a blood bag and immediately afterwards he bite down and drank all the blood, he gasped for air as a reflex and looked at his arm, he saw how slowly but surely the burn healed like if nothing had happened. Well at least he knew how it felt being hungry now... Who he was kidding, he was terrified and heartbroken. His family hurt him... Marvin did... And he saw him as a demon... He was that wasn't he? Just a monster... He just decided to lay down on the bed and let sleep take his course.

God he knew this was going to happen but what could he do? Chase was an adult it wasn't like he could force him to tell everyone but God damnit! He should have stayed! He had a bad feeling that day and he didn't listen to it and now he was being interrogated by everyone else on why he didn't told anyone about the little single fact that chase in fact was back and now apparently he wasn't human.

"It was because he asked me to shut up about!" Henrik finally snapped at the other egos "it's not like I can force him to do that! He is an adult!"

"But you should have told us! He is our family for fuck sake Henrik!" Marvin snapped back "do you have any idea of I did to him?! I burned him! And not any tipe of fire, it was a blessed fire! Do you have any idea on how much that shit hurts?!" His screaming was louder "I called him a demon! I compared him to anti!" He took a second to calm himself down a little "I hurt him Henrik. I hurt him because you didn't told us, you know how paranoid we have been about it since his death... you know how hard I have been investigating to find a way to bring him back without any side effects like..." He looked over to Robbie for a second

"I know Marvin" Henrik spoke softly "I know you did that, but what was I supposed to do? He is an adult Marvin I can't tell him what to do, I mean look at me! I'm just a regular old human, what was I supposed to do? I just saw him on our front door and I didn't know what else to do... He told me he would eventually come out and tell you all..."

The superhero got in "guys it will be better if we just call it a day and go to sleep, it's Robbie's bed time and we all need time to process this..." He took a deep breath "let's just sleep alright?"

Everyone nodded, and walked to their rooms. That night everyone except Robbie got any sleep.

JJ and Jackie wonder how chase was back, they didn't complain but they where in shock.

How did that even happen? They are supposed to live as long as jack lives or the fans believe in them. Then why did he die in the first place?

In another room Henrik was blaming himself, he should have told them, this was really important and he just kept it to himself while the others couldn't sleep because of the fear and sadness. This was one of the most selfish things he has done in his life... But it was justified wasn't? Chase told him that, yeah it was justified! Plus chase is an adult he can do whatever he wants.

With a sigh he closed his eyes, tomorrow should be better.

Meanwhile in Chase's room anti was smiling, this was the perfect opportunity. He decided to give nightmares to the vampire, crawling into their dream and poisoning even more the nightmares he already was having. Making him flinch, whine and move around the bed as anti entered the dream, maybe it was about time for another evil ego to appear. I mean two heads think better than one. R͡ighţ? :̨)҉

#antisepticeye #chase brody #dr schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #jameson jackson #robbie the zombie #my writing we #im tired

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steve-bull · 6 years ago

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Revenant Renovations pt1

My Drukhari Revenant Titan is a project I had finished long before I started this blog, and was one of the first uploads.

If you want a look at the full build log, and by that I mean the FULL step-by-step log of construction, you can check it out here:

https://steve-bull.tumblr.com/post/162470338239/drukhari-revenant-titan

I was REALLY proud of this build. it was one of my first REALLY ambitious builds, and something which took a lot of planning and patience, and then finally came to fruition in a monster I could call my own, the great big spinny gyroscope of doom.

The whole thing stands a foot tall, base to top tip. Thats the actual height of a Forgeworld Revenant Titan, though obviously my one is much wider than its “official” counterpart, being that it had to be as wide as it is tall. The design is based on a Kabal who enjoy building things - artificers of new and more interesting war machines. As such, this device houses a captive psyker (a Space Marine Librarian) and uses them to power both its machinery and weaponry.

But, as with all great things, it was not without flaws. Namely two of the rings were not built to a great standard. They started to warp and become mishapen, partly due to their design, partly the materials used, and partly because the simply could not hold the weight of the other rings as they needed to.

And so, a little while ago, I resolved myself. I would need to disassemble and rebuild if I want my monster restored to its full glory.

So, heres the plan, with annotations on what needs fixing or replacing.

And the good news is that progress has already been made!

To start with Annotation 1, I need to replace rings A and C entirely. The ones I build just aren't holding the weight, and have becoming mishapen, and I suspect it was like this from the moment I built them. Just curving plasticard around seemed like a good idea, but it didn't hold its shape properly. So they need to be stronger. To that end, I have received in the mail today, these:

I have had correctly sized rings 3d printed in a stronger plastic than I had before. Their size is thankfully spot on, and will offer far more stability. It does mean a redesign of the aesthetic of rings A and C, but I'm quite happy with that.

Annotation 2 was simple enough, with rings B and D being smoothed down and a few areas being filled in where I missed gaps in the original build. The only thing left to do is sure up the large outer spikes, the tipes of which have warped a little and bent at the tips. I'll need to strengthen these with added support.

Annotation 3, magnetizing the rings for easy dissembly and transport, will be next of the agenda after I rebuild rings A and C.

Annotation 4 is nearly finished, with a new floor already in place on the cnetral platform I'm adding more wirings and tubes to the captured Librarian at the heart of the thing (which never did get a special name of its own) and I just want to add a few more there. Finally, I'll need to replace the outer struts which connect toe the rings, which I'll work out as I rebuild ring A.

As a final addition to these plans, I want to see if I can realise something I had thought of adding the first time around but could never find the right way to achieve it - lightning arching between the rings. It could help add stability, though make the “pack-down” plan more difficult. Thats on a back burner though, and not a priority for the renovation.

Please do let me know waht you think, any tips or advice you might have, or any questions on either the original build or the renovation, and of course please do reblog and share. I crave attention.

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer #40k #wh40k #dark eldar #drukhari #eldar #aeldari #lord of war #titan #revenant #forgeworld #imperial armour #super heavy #conversion #miniatures #modelling #scratch build #renovation

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subliminalhero · 4 years ago

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I want to put this down before I forget it. I took a nap and the most vivid part of the dream I had was where Dabi called me because Hawks accidentally ODed on some medication after he got out of the hospital. Dabi (who both was and wasn’t a Villan at the time in accordance with an AU of mine where Dabi works for InterPol on the All for One Case) was there with Endeavor earlier to check on Hawks and Dabi stayed to keep him company while Endeavor went to work. I was calling him Toya and he called me because I was his (Dabi’s) “wife” and I had some kind of medical know how to save Hawks from sleepy accidents.

I get there, Dabi lets me in and Hawks is hiding on the floor on the side of a hospital bed in his living room. I ask how long he’s been like that and Dabi says not long. So I take a couple different little blue pills (not that kind) out of my bag. Then it gets a little sexual as I sit him up, sit on his lap, and tell him to stick out his tongue for me since he’s responsive. Dabi tells him it’s alright and he does because they have been sleeping together so Hawks trusts him.

Then I take his chin in the palm of one hand and put the pills on his tongue. Pick up a soda from near by and tip some into his mouth after tiping his head back and rubbing his throat so he can swallow. Then I tip a little more in so he can get that tight pill feeling out of his throat.

And this whole time, I’m still in Hawks lap, I’m dressed in one of those short light pink nurse dresses with stockings on and I have big bunny ears, a fluffy lil bun tail and bunny legs from the thigh down. And then my mom called and woke me up but I KNOW it was about to turn R-rated because Dabi had just come up and keeled behind me telling Hawks that I was gonna take “such good care of you, pretty bird. Don’t worry, they always take such good care of me” while petting the side of his head as he pressed against my back.

I want to write a story about this but I really don’t think I can pull it off. I’m not a good writer so this is the best I can do. It was certainly longer and more detailed than the dream I had of being married to Aizawa and Present Mic where we had some shower fun at an Onsen.

#dabihawks #MHA dream #BNHA dream #fucking hell thats would have been hot

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the-theater · 5 years ago

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Story Two: Fucks High; School For Furries And Drug Lords (Pt. 2)

AN: So Ive been tiping more offten now so my speeling wuld be better liek you all sed. SEE I CAN TAKE CRITISISM WEHN I TINK IST RIGHT

Asahi: The only problem is that you pick and choose what criticism is valid

Cherry: I just hope ya keep your word about the spellin’ improvement.

Editor's note: No. Fuck it. I can't do this.

Briar: Completely valid.

Briar: Questionable as to why she would upload this with that note attached.

I QUIT. I FUCKING QUIT. AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT? I WIN BECAUSE I HELD UP ROVA FOR TWO YEARS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

Asahi: And there is the validation that this was a troll story all along.

Fuck it I can't even edit this chapter someone else go do it for Rova because I cant' even at this point

Briar: Again, completely valid.

CHAPTER 12: A NEW DAYU

Cherry: Some more sufferin’.

Today was a nice day in Forks as I got up from my bed. Just like other houms, my home had a bedroom, where I was.

Asahi: I would assume a house that people live in has a bedroom.

Cherry: Unless it’s a Sims house, then ya can make it without a bedroom.

That stupid slut Bella had been sleping in this room before I moved into it, and becaus of that I now lived ni the bedroom.

Asahi: Did you not live in a bedroom before? Were you just couch crashing?

Bella dat stupid slut now lived in the shack in the backyard of the house.

Briar: Honestly, why does she hate Bella so much?

Asahi: Right now I’m more concerned over the fact that two teenagers are living in a house despite the owner being dead.

Asahi: Correction, one teenager is living in the house, the other is living in a shack on the property.

Cherry: Even worse!

She had all of her prostitushin rackets set up back there. Stupid jocks line up every night in order to tape her ass.

Briar: Look, prostitution is a perfectly normal occupation and should be treated with the same kind of respect as any other working job.

Briar: The problem isn’t the sex workers, it’s the ones who abuse them and take advantage of them.

Cherry: Got experience with it?

Briar: Brothels and sex workers are fairly common where I’m from, or rather, about as common as it is for you guys. We’re just more… open and accepting of them?

Briar: The rules are also very strict there. I got to bear witness a Duke getting kicked out of one of them because he was being incredibly disrespectful and belligerent.

But thats enough of Bella lets go back to focusing on me.

Asahi: But I want to keep talking about Bella.

I woke up agin this morning an then I went downstairs. I realized I was nude but chadley no longer lived here sins I killed him.

Briar: And I am still very upset over you killing him. For a key of all things.

he had died and i attended his fuenerel. I was very sad at his funeral and Bella was very emo she slit her wrists at least fourteen times. I think that she lost about 12 gallons of blood when she was doing that.

Asahi: One; I don’t get why you’re sad about it. You murdered him. Two; Of course Bella is going to be sad. You murdered her dad!

Cherry: An that is way more blood than the human bodies has! Humans only got 1.5 gallons on average!

All of the bloid had spilled into chadley's coffin and it created a beautiful scene of blood. I love blood and all of the Collins love blood as well.

Maybe dat is because the Collins are vampires.

Briar: Oh, my! They like blood because they’re vampires? Who would have come to such an obvious and blatant conclusion!

Vampires, you see, like to drink the blood of humans. Animals blood will not cut it for vampires they will always have that sense of bloodliust.

Asahi: Except, the Cullen’s have been doing pretty well these last hundred years or so of being vegetarians and only feeding off of animal blood.

Cherry: She’s probs gonna change it. Take away their vegetarianism.

Anyways I wke up and then wanted to go to school again. I couldnt wait to get up and go to school because today we were nominating people for class presidwnt, which is a very prestigious role to fill.

Briar: And of course you’re going to be the class president.

Asahi: Is there even any doubt?

Last year Angel a was the class president but then she became a vampire and killed all of bella's friends. i slmost fel bad for bella but she was a major fuicking bitch before that happened and now shes better so I kind of like angela for doing that I guess.

Asahi: Justice for Bella 2020!

Anywas I got to the parking lot

Briar: Did you walk? Did your stolen care miraculously return?

and found edowred talking to his sister Alicia and his weirdo friend jaspor who was just parking his awdi.

Cherry: By “Weirdo friend” I assume ya mean “Clanmate/Adopted Brother/Brother-in-law”.

"Hi edowerd hoes it going" I asked woundering hiw his day was going

"doth far it havth bineth so goodeth" he retoted

Briar: Gah!

Briar: I almost forgot how awful his dialogue is.

I loked over at jaspor from where I was standing and talking to edowerd and Alicia. there he was all alone. Jasper had a ver tan feca for an transsecual. He was holding briught purpler maskara and he has white feac paint on.

Cherry: Can ya not with the transphobia and terrible makeup today?

Briar: More importantly; how is Alicia so easily integrating back in school when she is now a fugitive on the run from the law for breaking out of jail? The local jail at that.

He was listenin to his androwd phone becuz hes a loser and doesn't use appel phones like evrybody else does.

Asahi: Alright, I’m going to lay some facts down, and this is not entirely because I use an Android.

Asahi: As of April of 2020, the mobile operating systems worldwide market share put Android at 70% while IOS was at 28%, with the other phones such as Samsung making up the remaining percentage. That’s a 42% difference in favor of Android.

Asahi: Another study put Android at 74% for market shares, while the iPhone only made up 22%.

Asahi: Some countries use the iPhone more, but statistics are statistics. Android is the best.

"Okay edowerd its time for historee again" I remineded edowerd. If it wasn't for me edowerd would never be anywere on time because he's sooooo forgetfull.

Briar: I doubt that. He’s likely doing this so you feel better about your own inabilities.

Alicai smild and wavved as we went indoors but no then she screamed

Cherry: I’d be screamin’ too if I had to put up with this.

"LOOK OUT ITS FUCKiNG COPS" when suddenly the police came.

Asahi: Officers, if you want to earn your badges, you know who to take out.

There were two of them both with guns in their pickets just like Alicia has. When Alicia swa them she took ot her gin and ran into the building. She ran right down the halls past me and edowerd and pushed tanishashankwua out of the way as she was braidin her hare.

Cherry: Well, police raid on a school. Gonna be fun or a disaster.

Asahi: My vote on the disaster.

i luked at dem all fuouriosly.

"why do you think she's running" I questioned edowerd

Briar: “Well, she did just scream ‘cops’, and she’s on the run from the law…”

Asahi: “Ah, right. Completely justified, then.”

"I think shes going to go hide her drugs" he answered. I was glad that edowerd was here to answer all of the hard qestions for me.

Cherry: Cause knowin’ why a fugitive is runnin’ is such a hard question.

I luked deeply into his raven colured eyerises as he spoek

"stop mothafuggas it's the law" stampeded oine of the officers. Then the black guy flshed and we were assoured fo his status.

Asahi: Time to earn your keep, boys.

"what can we do for you offiser" I asked qietly

"we are investigatin the dissapeerence of chadley swan" they told me.

Cherry: There’s no disappearance. There was a funeral. Shouldn’t ya be investigating his murder?

"Chadley was a good friend of mine and he wsnted you to know that he left evurything to you Rebecca because he hated that whore bella." I nodded in assumpsion, because she was rioght.

Asahi: Justice for Bella, 2020!

Briar: I am personally insulted and disgusted. Charlie was a good man who loved his daughter dearly!

Chadley wasn't that angry when I killed him because he understud me. Charley waz why I came to live in fourks in the first palce. He was so dispointed in bella that he wanted new dawter.

Asahi: You can’t just turn your niece into your daughter just because you want to. Trust me on that.

Anyways he wouldn't be ded for long because we plan on bringin him back to luife by turning him into a vampiore!

Cherry: Without his consent? Rude!

Edowerd suddenly whispered into my feac "Lady rebecca I doth believeth that these meneth doeth noteth noeth thateth weeth hast killedeth chadlyeeth"

Briar: Because saying that in front of the cops is a great idea. No, really, keep talking. I want to see you arrested.

"OH MY FUOCKING GOID" I scramed

Asahi: Not Judah?

because he was right. I frewked OUIT! I took edwrds hand and ran at my fastest speed away rfom the cops. We had to finde a plan owt and then cover it fast, otherwise I might get in truble and have to leave fourks! I wuld have to leeve EDOWERD!

Cherry: But they don’t know you killed him?

Cherry: Ya just got to act normal and everythin’ will be—

Cherry: Ah, right. Ya don’t know what ‘normal’ means.

CHAPTRE 13: THE LECSHURE

As I rain down the hal at the quickest speed I thought baeck to my life hear in fourks. Wen I first got hear, it was chadley who introdooced me to al of his fiends and familly.

Briar: He sounds like a good uncle.

Without him bella and I wouldnt of had anything in comon. What wuld everybuddy think if they learned that I was the one who kiled chadley? Would any of them still accept me as their friend?

Asahi: Charlie was a wonderful man, they would throw you behind bars for murder.

Would edowerd love me anymore? Would I be able to hoke up with any guys I likd?

Asahi: Edward already knows you killed him. But, unless the guys are into murderers, they wouldn’t.

"Rebecca gurl wassup" asked tanishashanqua who was for my literachure clas.

Cherry: I thought you had history?

"not much gurl" I sed back. The teecher Mr. Cleerwater stated to talk about his lectur when I beagan to get bord.

"Wurks maed in dis time period were made in the modernist period. As a genrah modernism id difficult to defaine because there are no set kwalifyers that determine if sumthing is modernistic or not. Despite the lac of a koncreate definition it is stil posible to determinh if a work is modernisitic or noit.

Asahi: I feel like this is both true and not true?

Cherry: A lotta the early modernist writers addressed changin’ ideas, like ones by Darwin, Einstein and so on. It also took place after WW1, so there was a lotta disillusionment.

Cherry: I think stream-of-consciousness became a writin’ technique during the modernism period?

Cherry: All I really know though is that Virginia Woolf was a big leaguer in the modernism community.

I argu that Bernisee Boobs Her Hair

Asahi: …What?

is a piece of literashure efectedby modernism b/c of the mane caracters alienation form teen sosiety, the wurk's analisis of a formeing generashional gap, and da pushing fo social boundries in wich the mane character indules in,,,"

Briar: Look, I have no idea what’s even going on right now.

Asahi: Same.

I stooped listening to the fuicking boreing lecshure going on because I new that school was a waist of time and that we shouldbt be talking about ded people anways.

Asahi: Wrong.

Briar: Very wrong.

Briar: History is important, learning from the mistakes of the dead is important. Learning is important.

Briar: Unless you want to spend your entire adult life working on a farm or worse because you’ve not the education for anything else, and possibly being sold for the same price of a goat because your family needs the money for food since you’re inadequacies have left you without a sustainable job and your family is now starving.

Cherry: …That’s a bit insultin’ to farmers an a lot of other people. An sellin’ people’s illegal here.

Briar: Sorry. Different cultures. Different cultural norms. Farmers are great, they’re important beyond words. But, and I’m speaking for my world, not for yours, the average man doesn’t possess the same academic background and knowledge as…say…a crowmaster, or a magistrate.

Asahi: I guess it makes sense. I mean, we’re talking about a world that’s essentially still in the dark ages. Not the brightest of people.

Briar: Rude.

Besides if I had any qustions about the paste I could just ask edowerd since he was born in 190.

Cherry: Edward’s old. But he aint that old.

Asahi: 1901, to be precise. Makes him about 119 years old.

"psst tanishashanqua" I tryd to get her atention but it loked like she was to busy talking notes.

Briar: Like a good student.

Tanishadshanqua cums from a getto neyborhood in fourks were peple get robed and shot a lot. Tanshina had red scarlet hare from her head drapping down to her but wich was very pretty but nt very easy to taek caer of. But she did her hare in a getto way so it loked fuckign ugly most of the tiem.

Briar: Rude.

Cherry: I’ll have ya know, those ‘ghetto’ hair-styles ya think are so ugly are actually really, really cool an beautiful. If ya, ya know, actually take care of your hair.

Cherry: But any hairstyle looks gross if yer never washin’ it.

For sumone who alwaeys does peples hares she cant do her own very wel.

"god (judah) gurl what is it" she angrilee ansered. Shanquas god is also Judah like just me.

Asahi: Judah isn’t a God. Unless you’re making up a God. Judah’s a son of Jacob.

Asahi: If your talking about Judaism, their God is the same God that’s in Christianity and Islamism. Hence why it’s called the Abrahamic Religions. Same God, different methods of worship, and different names for Him.

Asahi: Then again, I’m no expert on religion.

"is it bad to kill someone if they are hurtin sumone you hold closse"

"hell fucking yea" she happilee exckaimed

"but why" I wonderered

"becase if the popo cetch ya then youll get your ass thrown in jhail cracka"

"oh" I realized. Mr. Cleerwater was still taking very boringlee about thinsg that just didnt apply to me.

Briar: Murder is generally frowned upon in most circumstances. I’m not going to say it’s not complicated and there are situations where killing someone is necessary, for self-protection or for justice. But—

Briar: There is no justification that would make killing Charlie okay.

",,, a metaphor for the transfomeshin that amerikan sosiety was maekin in the jaz era. Modernist valyoos and a diselusionment frum the great war evokd progresive konsepts that were new and bould, sum reseeved wel and others reseeved poorly. The conflict between Bernise and Marjoree is indikativ of clashs in sosietal norms that transishional America wuz fasing"

Asahi: As an avid reader, the way she’s bastardizing what would have been an interesting lecture annoys me.

He finaly finished and I was gladf becuse that was serioiusly the most borng piece of shit lectur I ever had to site through and reed. But now I could talk to edowerd and go find Alicia so that was good.

Cherry: Does your entire life revolve around Edward?

"Hey edowerd what are we doing about the cops" I asked

"wee doth need to destroyeth thine evidence or putteth the blameth on someone elserth" he answered grately.

Asahi: I know what you’re thinking and don’t you dare. Do not pin this on Bella!

" I wasn't too shure about this because I wanted to do gud things dep down. I thoght it was helping Alicia to kill chadley but I guess im just misunderstud.

Briar: You’re a complete idiot who thought murdering Charlie was the proper thing to do to save Alicia.

Briar: You never even tried to consider an alternative way of freeing her that wouldn’t involve bloodshed. Such as, oh, I don’t know…

Briar: Having her use her vampiric super strength to break the bars and free herself? Or having Emmett, whose unique vampire power is being physically stronger than the average vampire, break the bars and free her.

Briar: You could have even waited until Charlie fell asleep and took the keys then.

Asahi: That all requires her to think. She doesn’t know how to.

Then the bell rang and I loked up. It was bella in the hall. I tought she loked like a fucking scank with syfilis in her fishnet stalkins and slutty pink miniskirts but I gess guys jsut liek that shit or sumthing.

Cherry: Look, I may not want to see em on me, but fishnets an miniskirts are pretty damn sexy.

Anyways the poiny of this is tht I realizd something.

"edowerd. I think I found someone who can taek the blame!" I sed.

Asahi: The one thing I asked you not to do!

"Nay my lady weeth canteth doeth thateth Rebecca sheth iseth youreth cousin." Edowerd told me.

Asahi: Thank you Edward! For being a voice of reason for once!

Eh loked so fuicking hawt undur the nergy efishent lights in the hall. Loking into his eys I had a memory in my head of whn we were kids. We where on the playgrownd in Mexico and she kicked a bounch of sand in my feace and then ran to her mom and said I did it. Judah (god) shes just so fuking jewvenile.

Briar: You guys lived in Mexico?

Cherry: Uh, juvenile makes sense, considerin’ ya were kids. That’s what the word means.

Cherry: Though I can’t blame her for kickin’ sand in your face.

"So what, she was always meen to me when I first came to fourks" I retoted.

"But she used to be my friends and Jakubs" Edowerd sed. I admitt that he sotr fo had a point but then agin jabuc's friends did raep her that one time wich I liked because it gav her an atitood adjustmint.

Briar: And we’re just cementing the fact that you are a terrible person by justifying your cousins rape. Just reading that makes my stomach churn.

"Ever since she got raped she changed" I pleated to edowerd.

Asahi: Jeez, I wonder why! Could it have been the trauma of a violent attack she suffered? The result of PTSD over being raped and her own family justifying what she went through?

Now we here slowly waking down the hal to the presidents office so that I could run for the election. That was when SHE appeared! It was ROSE! And she was waking towards me at her ful potenshil.

Cherry: The true queen of the series has arrived!

"Havent you dun enuff to her already?" Asked Rosey who had cum up to su in the hal to ask us about that.

Asahi: Yes, she has. Thank you for noticing.

Rosse was stading uprite and was easily a hed taler than me. She was paler then edowerd but had beyutiful blond hare wich flowed evanesentlee in the breez. Rosey iz always gettin in my bizness and begin a whiney bitch in geenral. I tel her that she can og fuock off sumtimes but she nevr listens unlik wedowrd.

Briar: Because she isn’t a pushover who will take shit from someone like you.

Edowird loked at me and then instately he understode wat I wantd. becuz the trtuh is hat i was slowlee failing fo him and I think he was faling for me too

Cherry: You’re still saying you’re ‘slowly’ falling for each other? Girl, ya fell for each other in chapter one.

"Rossey why are doth here?" edowird inkwired for me

"Im hear to registr fro the posishin of president of the skool" she sed wiht hatrid in her voyse!

Asahi: She’s got my vote.

Briar: Mine too.

Cherry: Anythin for our queen.

"WHA TDA FUOCK" I scraemed in foury. Edowird wuld have smaked rossey but he and me are too scared of her sinse shes an assassin.

Asahi: I’m sorry, what?

Asahi: First of all, Edward wouldn’t smack Rosalie, she’s family.

Asahi: Second, when did she become an assassin—oh right. Newborn. Royce and his friends. The wedding dress. Yeah, she’s a bit of an assassin.

"do I need to remind u that I hav a lisens to kill Rebecca" rossey asked. i shut up becuz theres no way edowrid culd take rossey in a fight. Shes just way to powurful.

Cherry: Rosalie you are our queen! Ya could kill em now an no one would mind.

"im just kiddin gurl. But seriosly don't cross me bitoc" she warned before she waked ot of the presidont registashin rum. Judah (God) rosey is such a bitch. It's good though because shes a assassin and its her job to kill people and because shes a vampier she has a speshal deal with the FBI to let her murdr peple.

Briar: That’s not… how any of that works.

Briar: But you do you?

But anyways then deowred and me went and registurd for the cvampain. But then jsut as we were waking out of the rum da two poleece offisirs akosted us.

"WE SIAD STOOP MOTHAFUOGGERS" they SCRAEMD and then da officer waved his pisstul at great shot towards me an edowerd.

Asahi: Please hit. I beg you, please hit!

Suddenly rosy came and she tuk out her two guns and shout the bullet in mid aer, and pointed the gunms at da ofisers. She hade taken her sunglases off wich ment dat she ment serious bizness noaw.

"bitch plz ill fuck u both up" she sed smoothlee.

Cherry: I believe ya. But why are ya shooting at the cops? Shouldn’t ya be shooting Rebecca?

Den she shot one of the ofisers in her brest and she scramed "OWWWW" she screamed loudlee. "get out of here you wil onlee get in da way" she sed angrilee to us. If she wusnt heplign us rite now I wuld smaeck her for bein such a biotch but dat wasnt the situashin rite no w so I culdnt.

Briar: Please. You smack her and you lose your hand.

Asahi: I want her to do that because I want her to lose her hand.

Meenwile Edowerd and mee ran az fast az i culd, huryeing. We onlee had dis one chans to frame bella for chadleys deth and THIS WAS IT!

Asahi: Damn it all!

chaptwer 15 - edowerds chois

Edowerd and me ran duwn the hals of the skool trying not to get hti by the bulets from roses two guns.

Briar: Wait, now Rosalie is shooting them?

"EVERYBDOY HIT THE FUCKIng DEK" Mr cleerwater screemed at the tiop of his vice. A bunch of the students weer runnin and jumin and trying to not gethuit by the bulets flyinhg evreywere.

Cherry: Understandable. I’d be freakin’ out if someone shot up my school.

Mike nuton who had survivd earlyer becuz he had an emergencee braen transfushin got shot in his you no wat and was ded for real.

Asahi: …Okay?

Asahi: I feel bad for the guy, but… we already thought he was dead so there’s really no impact.

I felt bad for the ofisers becuz they weree going to di e today and there waz nothung they culd do to kil rose becaus she was a vampier who wurked for the govermint. I guess thats how the Collinss have alwas manajed to stasy hiden.

Briar: It’s not because of all the hard work and care they put into not being found out, no, it couldn’t be that.

Suddenly the hole skool was bein invaded by police men. They were jumpin trhough the windoes of the skoll and were sprayin the pace with t here buillets. One of them jumped out in front of me and loked scray.

Asahi: Is this kind of excessive violence normal in American schools?

Cherry: Yes an no.

"CUM WITH US OR WELL KIL YOU" a man scramed at me. I was gonna complie with what he waented but then he tuched me. I wuz going to be scraed but i dont taek that shitr from no one not evne edowird so I got out my anti-raep knife and stabed hi times with it in the nek [AN: SEE REBECKA IS SMART SHE WENTT FORn THE ONLYU SPOIT WERE THE HELKEMT WASNT IN THRE WAY] an dhis neck stated to sprasy bloud everywere.

Asahi: I’ll admit, going for that is a smart spot to aim, smarter than I thought she was.

Asahi: But stabbing isn’t smart at all.

Cherry: Congrats. You are now a cop-killer. Not a good thing.

"MI LADY DOTH THINKETH THATETH WE SHOULDETH GETETH TO BELLAETH" edowurd caresed. Suddenly a coip cum and shoit edowerd in the ches tiems in the cheast. I fel to the grund unce i saw this because edowerd is the luv of my life. I cruied ebanesent teers of sorrow and the teer drops feel onto his chest.

Briar: Uh… vampire? Immortal? Ringing a bell?

"Rebeca, doth shall not falleth in loveth witheth me" he sed sexily to me. Then i realsed i had nothing to worree about because edowurd was a vampier which means he cant die.

Briar: You’re idiocy is honestly astounding.

Then my evanednt teers becaem teers of joi wich brawt edowerd back fro m his slumber. I relized that he was my solmate in leif.

Cherry: Urgh.

Cherry: I hate soulmate tropes.

"GOD FUICKING DAMMIT EDOWERD DONT YOU DEI ON ME AGAIN" i screamd at him. How daer he maek me care abut him when he wasnt really dyeing!

Asahi: “How dare he make me think he’s dying when he got shot!”

But there wasnt tiem to get angree becuz the soldurs were stil cuming and shooting all thruout the halls. Edowerd pucked me up with amasing hotness and sped and doodged all of teh bulits and caried me to safetee in the bathrum were i fought angela to a draw earlyr.

Briar: Well, that’s a load of horseshit.

Briar: You didn’t “Fight” her. You hid in the stalls and crawled on the floors until Edward came in.

And then we saw or objektiv: BELA. She was jsut gettin owt of the stal and writing in her emoshinal dairy wen edowerd and i tackled her. I was hapy becase bella is an anti enviyormentalst hu has had this cuming to her for a loung tiem.

Asahi: Justice. For. Bella!

She wuz probably doin drugz in the stal enyways [AN: KIDS DONT DO DROUGS THEY AER BAD FOR U].

Cherry: I hate when I have ta agree with her.

"WHAT THE FUICK ARE U GUYS DOIN" she scramed at the toip of her lungs. I smaeked that skanc in his feace and then edowerd tyed her up with sum rope.

Briar: I hope that our generous host allows us to visit these worlds of fanfiction at some point.

Briar: I do wish to show Rebecca what justice looks like.

"Rebecca milady i doeth noteth thinketh thateth weeth shouldeth doth beeth doingeth thiseth" he woredlee exsclaimd. I tuk a step baeck and loked at the situashin. Bella was tyed up in rope in one of the stals and edowerd and me were abut to leav her.

"Edowerd if i dont do this then theyll find out it was me who kiled chadley" I pleded.

"fuck you!" bella scraemed at me.

Asahi: A completely justifiable reaction.

"excuse me emo bitch who da fuck ased U!?" i was so close to taking out my antiraep nife and just stabing tha t mothafuocking bitch but then i remembred that kiling is onlee okay to saev peopul and that if i wuz gonna folow judah then i hav to sav thigns like the enviyorment

Cherry: Aaaah she pisses me off so much!

"FIRST YOU KIK ME OWT OF THE HOSE THEN YoU KIL CHADLEY WHAT THE FUICK DO YOU WAENT FROM ME" she wuz crying now. her teers wer driping down her feace and making al of her emo maekup cum off. I laffed becuz she wuz being so fcking whinny and was crying and so did edowerd.

Briar: Bella, your cousin is a sociopath… or is it a psychopath?

Briar: It doesn’t matter which. Your cousin is extremely fucked up in the head and you deserve so much better.

Anywaes wile she wuz cryin we toke one of my anti raep nifes (i always have spaers) and put it in bellas fuoking uglee flanell coat pokit. Wit this evidunce on her theres no way i culd be cot for my criem.

Asahi: Reading this is so painful.

"edowerd MAEK HER STOP OR ILL SAY YOU RAEPED ME" she finaly screemed in despuration.

"NO EDOWERD IF U STOP ME ILL SAY U RAEPED ME AND DEN STAB U WITH MY ANTI RAPE NIFE" i screemed ever loudlier. It tuk a moment for edowerd to undrstaen the situashin he wuz in.

Cherry: Edward should just walk away and leave the both of them.

"Bella I doeth not doth luveth thee hancefourth andeth becuzeth ofeth this i henceforth shall helpeth milady rebecca" he sumblee staetd.

BUT IT WAS TO LAET BECUZ THEN THE VAMPIER ANGELA APEARD AGIN IN THE BATHROMO!

Asahi: Angela to the rescue!

Asahi: Save Bella, I am begging you!

AN: Pepol wer beign nice

*Applauds loudly* My dear, this is BRILLIANT! Simply BRILLIANT! Such fresh, funny style! Such wonderful cohesion between references to other trollfics and your own unique elements! And the Bella-bashing-GENIUS! You have clearly done your research! Thank you so much for this fic, which has brought joy and laughter into the heart of many a weary snarker.

Sincerely,

Anya the Purple

Briar: I see we’ve a traitor in our midst.

Cherry: I think Anya was being very nice about callin’ it a trollfic.

yeha i dunt no y but pepul cal me a trol wich is wrong cuz im a human and i dunt liv enderneth a bridge and aske peuple ridels but whatever its nice i gess

Asahi: Your clearly not that intelligent. But we knew this already.

but then i got sum haters so fuock u guys

LightningHunter 10/2/12 . chapter 1

Ya know even my 8 year old cousin can spell better than you.

Asahi: I’m pretty sure I can write better English than her. An I only know English when I’m here. That’s saying something.

Let me say oneeee more thing ...

YOU SUCK !

NO YOU SUCK U JSUT CANT UNDERSTAND THE CIMPLIKATD WOURLD TAT REBECA LIVS IN AD HER FLITE FROM FOURKS U JUST DOTN GET TI

Briar: You’ve literally given us no reason to like or sympathize with Rebecca. She’s an abusive, controlling, manipulative fiend who resorts to excessive violence when she sees something she doesn’t like.

Briar: She’s not a likable character at all, and the spelling just makes everything worse.

chapter 16 Angela vs Rebeca

OH NO it was the vampior ANGELA who had kiled all fo bellas fiends erlier.

Asahi: I wouldn’t be surprised at this point if she did it because she was a yandere for Bella. I honestly want it to be for that reason.

She waked sexilee beack in forth wearing only a whait thoing and skarlit fishnet stolkings and a goldin bikeenee top and purpul six inhc hi heels. I no it sunds wierd but trust me she wuz pulin them of.

Cherry: You’re right.

Cherry: It sounds super weird.

"OHG FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK" bella scramed at the toop of her lungs. But it hd no efect becuz outsied the gunfite wuz stil going on and insied we were so no sound bullits becuz gun cant sownd

Briar: No sound because bullets can’t sound…?

Asahi: Clearly someone has never heard a gun go off.

"I AM HEER TO FINIS HWHAT I STATED A LOUNG TIEM AGO" the vamprior angel screemed!

"O NO U DONT BIOTCH I NEDE HER TO NOT GO TO JALE" I screemed baeck.

Cherry: I’m hoping that what she is referring to is to finish the last bathroom scene with Rebecca.

Cherry: I’m with you on the yandere theory, Asahi.

Asahi: At this point, it’s the only thing I will accept from this story.

I tuk my sekond anti raep nife our fo my pockit and poyntid it at the biotch. Angela was instately assoured of my potenshil and tuk out a thre yard long samurai sorde.

Briar: Knife versus sword. The knife-user could win if they’re good. But Angela is a vampire. Super-human reflexes and strength, and the advantage of length for the sword.

Briar: Logically, there is no way that Rebecca should win.

Asahi: Since when has this story followed logic?

Briar: Fair point.

"no no no no no no no FUCK YOU YO MOTHWERFUOCKER" I sreemed agin but agin it dindt hav any afect on the situashin. "EDOWIRD HLEP ME" but it wuz no use he wasnt in the batroom with mee.

Cherry: When’d he leave?

Cherry: I mean, I ain’t complaining, we even said he ought to just leave. I just woulda liked to know he had left.

"JUDAG FUOCKING DAMMIT I HAET ALL OF U BIOTCHEZ!" The vampiore angela was goign to kil me! "NO GETBELLA SHES TYED UP" Angla tuk anther step to me and sudenly a GUNSHOUT WERNT OFF!

"yo homie wats up" tanishashanqua sed. IT WAS ALICIA AND TANISHASHANKWA DEY WEER HEER TO RESCU ME!

Briar: Why would you rescue her and not Bella, the clear victim here.

"Yo you on my turf fuckor best be gettin off it" alicia wanred. Alicai had here pistul frum the other day in her haend adn had usde it to atack agela!

"btch plz shes maine" angela sed and then luged at bella. I wuz so glad dat she wusnt after me al along!

Asahi: No, no, she didn’t say Bella died. This could still be Angela rescuing her.

hen alicia caem up to me and sed "we have to staek her in the hart to kil her" she sed and then gaev me a shotgun "but dont use it yet kep it for later". I noded my hed in awarnes.

Asahi: Specifically, you should shoot it when the barrel is pointed at yourself for the optimal effect.

"ill fcuking kill u you motharfucker!" and wit that alicia shot angela in the faec four tiemes but onlee got 2 hits becuz she was gonong so fsat but tashinaquasha bit angela in the hand and then angela pushed hr in the face! But then kasper apperd and klawed angelas face with his womins nales and den angela stopped

Briar: I would be happy to never see Jasper in this story again. Just to stop with the anti-trans remarks.

Cherry: How is it two vamps an two humans can’t take down one, presumably newborn, vamp?

"I WILL BE BAECK LATEr" she scremed and then gav me the Katana "YOU MUST KIL BELA WHEN THE TIEM COMES" she scremed and then disappeared.

Asahi: Oh come on!

Asahi: Angela! I believed in you!

Edowerd cum and then we huged together in frunt of evereeoen. Dis maed me crai becuz we were taking our relashonship to a new levul. Except dat i felt his thingee when we toched and then i broke up and i smaked him for being a PERVURT!

Asahi: This hurts me.

Cherry: This hurts everyone.

"yo moon why is bella tyed up" alicai and kaspor asked.

"becuz we need her to go to jale insted fo me" i sed hapilee

"u caent do that" caspor sed.

Asahi: Thank you, Jasper!

Then i stabed him with my new ANTI RAEP CATANAA in leg becuz even tho he thinks hes a women hes jsut a confuzed maen and hes stil in the girls rum

Briar: Wait, I’m confused now. Is Jasper a transwoman or a transman in this?

"U FUOCKING RAPER SPOT TRYIGN TO SEX ME WITH UR EYS" I stabed. Kaspor went nuts tho and then tried to byet me but pedowerd stoiped him ad then he ran of.

Briar: Why is Rebecca not in prison for assault yet? A man just looks at her and she stabs him.

Asahi: Because the author believes she can do no wrong.

Then alicia told me dat i culdnt fraem bella for chadleys deth becuz she had an abili so we were back to skware 1.

Asahi: Thank you Alicia! Thank you.

AN: okay so im getin som h8trs

Cherry: Shocker.

Flawless Obsession 10/8/12 . chapter 8

Out of all this story that I had the displeasure of reading, this is the only thing I understood.

Go on then and show how immature you are.

but u no wat im gona ruse abuv it liek jesus crist wuld want me 2. u r a fuker and i caent chaneg dat but i can kepe doign wat im doign regadeless of the critcizm becuz to b a grate riter u hav to folo ur dreemsd and ur hart wich i am soing.

Asahi: To be a great writer, you also need a solid comprehension of spelling, grammar, and basic storytelling.

Asahi: You have none of that.

Cherry: I can honestly see why her editor dipped out.

chapter 17 - edowerd betrays

Cherry: Hooray! Good for him.

"Wait moon before you go"

Briar: And you still call her ‘Moon’, I see.

alicia approched me wit determinashin in her eies. She we wearing her usual drug dealor uniformn and had matching redd earings. She had died her hare paink with purpol hilites andit was weet from the intens battel we had hade earlier.

Briar: That fight was supposed to be intense?

Briar: I’ve seen kids play-fighting with more intensity.

"What is it alicai" i pated her heed becuz it luked liek she was having a rouff day. [AN: SEE REBEKA HAS EMPATHEE SHES NOT A SYKOPATH]

Asahi: Well, that’s just a lie.

Cherry: Most of the time, Rebecca can’t even be bothered to consider anyone but herself.

"I need you to help me with sumthing" she sed with anger in her face.

"What is it" i questined expektently wile trying to find my voyce in my throet.

"Well i kno why all of the cops are invadin the scool and kiling people" she sed...

Asahi: Does it have anything to do with one of their men being murdered and you, a convicted druglord, busting out of jail?

Cherry: Or all the murders an assaults?

"Wait why" i asked inkwizatively.

"I was in the kemistry rum and was trying to make a new super droug for my biznes when i acidently mixed the drug with a buncha blud sampels i found in mr Chocoluvs ofiss" she sed. I saw a singul teer drop folowed by two more teer drops fal down her face and hut the florwich both caem from her eies.

Briar: Huh, the bloodsamples are actually going to play a part?

Briar: Color me surprised.

"so what" i sed. We hade more pressing maeters to atttend to like the dedly virus spredin!

Asahi: I’m sorry, the what spreading?!

"It mutated into a virus becuz of the vamprie blud. the birus will kils anyone who breethes it in and then whoever breethed it wil die if they arent a vampier" Juda damit this fuocking shit is why alicia doesnt have any friends that arent me and edowerd and caspor and jemmet and rosalee and tanishashashankwa.

Cherry: Sounds like she’s got plenty of friends.

Cherry: Also, that virus is a pretty big deal!

"wen did u do this" edowerd asked

"earlyr today" alicai asnwered. "i ran off to chek on the sampuls when i fiorst saw hte cops this mourning". Then she left the bathromo just liek she caem earlyr.

"uh oh" i sed. This culd be a probelm for the rest of the skool. "wil i be safe?" i asked questionately.

Briar: Of course not.

"yes milady" edowerd replierd. "doth loveth and salieva frum hence my moutheth wil power thee to lifeth." Edowerd sed sexily. I wuznt luking right at him but i culd see his sexy reflekshin in the bathrum miror.

Asahi: I can’t say anything about that because Twilight vampires have reflections.

We wer al alone in the bathrum so i finaly pooped the qustion to my lover.

"hey edowerd wanna sex" i asked lovnglee.

Cherry: Hey, we were right. The ‘no sex before marriage’ didn’t hold up.

"yes milday i doth think it wuld be plesureable" he sed.

"WELL TO BAD ITS A TARP! I DUNT BELIVE IN SEX BEFOR MARIAGE AND YOU FALLED THE TEST" I scremed and began to crie.

Asahi: Wow.

Asahi: She is a terrible girlfriend.

Cherry: That’s just… you asked him a question, wanting something don’t mean the same as actually doin’ it.

Edowrd had betrayd me and now i was al alone in the wurld.

Briar: Exaggeration. That’s not a betrayal.

Briar: Now, Edward breaking your trust by revealing some very damaging information about you to some people who immediately use it to ruin your chances of the high-class position you had been set to take, all for some superficial thing in return, forcing you to live in squalor for a period of time and eventually finding a high-stress very dangerous job where you’re underappreciated despite how important you are, all the while he takes the job you had originally been set to have. Now that’s a betrayal.

Asahi: Uh… speaking from experience?

Briar: Hypothetical.

Asahi: ...Okay?

I ran owt of the bathrom betrayd by edowerd and jsut ran down the hals. I ran rely fast and then began to smel the viris that alicaia had ben talking abut.

Cherry: If we’re lucky, you’ll die.

I shreemly luked down the hals at all the ded boodies. All of the coips were ded on the grund. I herd a really disgustin noiz cuming from down the hal. I tuk out my shotgun htat alicia had given me earlyer and slowlee creepedd up on them. I GASPOED when i saw who it was!

Briar: Well that cliffhanger could have been better.

Asahi: A lot of this story could have been better.

chapter 18 - rebeca vs Hames

Cherry: Hames?

Cherry: Ah, fuck.

Cherry: James.

It was the two vampiors from the cleering earlyrs the other day! Except for the gai who i kiled with the rock!

Asahi: At least you remembered you killed one.

Asahi: With a rock.

"I THOGUHT I TOLD U TO FUCK OFF" I voyced at them. Then they got up from the blud on teh grund.

"bitch plez im a teachor now" sed the guy in the leathur bicker jackit.

Briar: He teaching history? Tracking?

Cherry: I’d be fine with him teachin’ either.

He luked realy evil unlike edowerd and me.

Asahi: You’re the evilest one here.

His hare was even moar black then before and drapped down to his feete. Hiz faec was covered in fucking uglee peersings wich maed him luk like a transvestite.

Briar: Ah yes. Transphobia. Such a brave thing to explore.

To his side was his ladee, the biotch with the minijeen skurt so teeny dat you culd see her you-no-what exsept not anymore becuz she was wearin flor length jeens so loung that you culdnt see her shoes anymore. She hade a wors dres sens than bella wich i didnt thuink was posibul.

Cherry: An your style is any better?

"wich meens we can disciplin u now for kiling our leeder you runt" the biotch sed. She tuk owt a mikerofone from her purse and he tuk out a gitar from his back and they both ekwipped their wepins and began to use them atme!

Cherry: Wait… this a rock battle now?

Asahi: They’re a band of rockers. Oddly not surprising.

"DO YOU NO WHO I AM" I SCREEMED AT THEM.

Briar: An abusive, manipulative, psychotic fiend.

I tuk out my Catana and my shotgun to show them that I was a stroing independant womin! But it didnt stop them so i screemed for hlep!

Asahi: What happened to you being a “Strong, independent woman”?

Cherry: At least try before ya start screamin’ for help!

"EDOWERD" I stated but then i remebered that i was done with taht trayter's bulshitt so i scredmed for sumone else "KASPOR! REMMET! ANYONEEE!" but it hade no afect so i ran down the hal paste mr cleerwater.

Briar: She had a gun and a sword, she could have at least stood her ground.

Asahi: She’s a fake, what do you expect?

"stop this is a violashin of skool rules you despicabul dunce" mr cleerwaetr he sed to me but it was to late becuz Hammes and Vitorio kiled him with theyre bad muzik [AN: ROUCK IS STUPID AND REBECA DOEZNT LISEN TO IT]

Cherry: Well fuck you!

and by hiting him with their gitars and pursus. I new he was ded becuz then they beheded him and then ate the hed! Hten they kept cuming for ME!

Briar: Eating the head seems excessive. But who am I to judge.

"WE ARE GOIGN TO AVENJE FORAUNT" Vitorio methodiculy wispurd in my direkshin. We had run trhough the siense wing of the skool and were now in the halth wing. [AN: furks high is atachde to the hospitul]

Briar: Is that—

Asahi: I don’t think any school is attached to the hospital.

Cherry: But it explains how Bella got released back to class so quickly.

"ill sav u rebekka!" it was JACUB who had an AX!

Asahi: Why not turn into your wolf form? That’d be more effective than an axe.

He was shitless and stading in the hal with an axe and his musculor bild and tan skin maed me horny rite then an there. He had hade a harecut and now he luke d like a cros between Brad Pity and Chanin Taytim and Zaeck F-Ron and Nail Patrik Harrus (eksept withut him beign gau) Exsept jakub is a native indien.

Cherry: We get it. He’s sexy.

"WYH ARE U DOIGN THIS" Jakub axd [AN: Hahaha GET TI!?].

Briar: It’s a bad pun.

"ITS BECUZ I LOVE REBECA" Hamees sed! Jakub and me and Citoria all GASPED!

Asahi: Excuse me?

Asahi: No. Nope. Get that crap out of here!

Asahi: We’re not doing this stupid love triad today. No we are not.

Sudenly everyting in the wurld stoped and the spotlite was on Hames who had jsut professored his undieign luv to me.

"Yes its true even tho i use u for sex Clitoria i dunt realy loev you" he sed.

Cherry: One; rude of ya to use someone just for sex.

Cherry: Second; what the fuck? Clitoria? That’s just insultin!

But he saw stil runign toewerds me so i had to housely dodj the atack. Then he got on 1 foot and stated to plau his gitar at me. He stated singing Im a B by the Blaeck I Ps which I haet becuz onlee loisers listen 2 mainstreem muzic.

Cherry: I hate when they bring music into this!

Wile he waz serenating me Jakub choped of his arm with hs ax and then Games ran away likea bithc. Jakub was sweeting and painting and he piked me up with his arms and tuk me away from the sene. It was so hot liek out of a bluckbuster movee.

Asahi: Lame.

Asahi: Very lame.

"I am going to taek you to owr leeder Rebeca" he sed. I didnt liek his rurry fiends but i wuld deel with it becuz i wuznt in a situashin to argeu at the moment.

"who is ur leeder" i asked as he carryd me paste all of the karnage.

"luk for yourself" he sed and then I saw who it was. I gawsped! IT WAS...

Cherry: Sam Uley. The leader of the pack is Sam Uley. At least until Jacob splits and makes a different pack.

chapter 19 - The wearwolvs

"Look for yourself" he sed and then I saw who it was. I gawsped! IT WAS... LEYA CLEERWATER!

Briar: I mean, I’m not against her being the alpha.

Briar: But, why?

Leya was stading dere with her platinom hare with yellow hilites swiging back and forth in the wiund. She hade a lether halter top on with a mathing corset and skurt. She had a batleax ekwiped in her belt and she luked like a pierit in her owtfit wich was awsum becuz piraets are cool.

Cherry: Damnit! I hate when I gotta agree with her!

To leas left was her bruther seth cleerwater

Briar: Ah, right. The one who raped Bella in this.

and to her right was her cuzin samiel gangee. They both luked like indiens with there shurts off.

Asahi: They look like Native American’s because they are.

I rememred seth frum the day that he raeped bella. It was a sad storee actuoally for bella but mostlee for seth. You see indian wearwolfs do this thing caled imprisoning were they imprison on some1 and then luv them forever. Its so romaentic.

Briar: No, it’s not romantic, it’s called kidnapping. It’s illegal. The fact that you find it romantic is actually pretty messed up.

Briar: And it doesn’t justify what Seth did to Bella at all.

Enywayz I lerned frum Clemmet that seth imprisond on him and tha they were GAY for each oher [AN: REBECA DOEZNT H8 GAYZ CUZ GAIS ARE HOTTT THOGETHER ONLEE TRANSECUALS ARENT THEY DUNT NO WAT THEY R]! (rosey was okay with dis becuz she thinks guy on gui is hawt)

Briar: Hrm. This makes me want to be very violent.

Asahi: Agreed.

But Seth didnt waent to be gay so he tryed to repreve his innur demions. First he went to Carliel the collins father who is also a priest to get an exsorsism but it dindt wurk.

Cherry: So Carlisle went from doctor to priest. Odd career change.

So he rapped dat fucking whore bella in frustrishin to be normal. But he was such a biotch it didnt wurk and he cryed the entier tiem.

Asahi: Doesn’t justify what he did to Bella.

But it didnt wurk and then he went all emo becuz if he was gay then he culdnt b a wearwolv anymore. Jemmet culdnt b with him becuz of the wearwolv thuing. Now thungs are bettr becuz seht jsut rejects that part of himsefl.

Cherry: You reject the gay part of you or the werewolf part? Cause you can’t do that for either.

"JACOBO" Lea scremed angrilee waving her battleax baeck and forth

"WAT" he scremed back waving hsi own ax back and forth

Briar: You’re werewolves, not angry lumberjacks.

"Why hav u brught her here to owr secret base" she askd pointing at ME! I was too shiocked to speek!

"she is on our side now" he sed. I luked dreemily into his face as he spoke. His wolfy sent was makin me so fuocking horny waaaay hornieer than edowerds ever did. I dont no why i even bothered with that stupifd hore of a man becuz he was always staking bella before i caem here enyways.

Asahi: I have a solution for all of this! Rebecca can be with Jacob, that way Jacob can stop being an obsessive creep over Bella. And then Bella and Edward can be together like they are supposed to be.

"She can help us defete the evil overlorde!"

"You meen..." I sed and then pauzd and covered my mouth with my hand and then my otha hand... he wuz talking about the onlee person wrose than bella in fourks... "U meen ESME!?" I scremed?

Cherry: I honestly forgot she was even in this story. She got one mention and nothin’.

Cherry: But now she’s an evil overlord? Respect.

"YES! HER!" he sed puting me down gentlee on teh grund. "she is the master of the collins... and the onlee thing stoping us frum being normal!" he sed ultimatly into my faec.

Briar: Isn’t it cause there are vampires in your location in general?

We maed eye contect and i instately new that we had waaaay more kemistree than that fuocker edowird and me did.

Asahi: Then take my advice!

"but waite how are u immune to the virus" i askd assurdly to all 4 of them. Leya was the onlee 1 to steep forwerd to ansur my qwestion.

Cherry: Why are you immune?

"we have super strength" she sed vicariusly.

"oh ok" I sed assurd.

Briar: That… doesn’t explain your immunity.

"so rebecca will u hlep us to defeet the collins" seth sed sadlee. Then I remembered that kiling all of the collins wuld meen dat demmet the luv of saths lief wuld aslo dye. He wuz being braevr then any1 i no by folowing his clan insted of his hart. I new then dat I HADE to do this 4 seth and semmet.

Cherry: I see you’re quick to murder Edwards family.

Cherry: Who’s the true traitor here?

"but wait how can I help" I askd.

"there are secret polise at this skool who want to stop us wearwolfs. Sum of the collins work for all fo them. Agenla used to be a part of there fors but then she defeeted. If we defeet esme then rosalees spuy netwurk will HAVE to shut down!

Briar: Or the assassin and very capable woman that Rosalie is will kill all of you without any effort.

Briar: Ah but that’s just poppycock.

And U can get baeck to edowerd and truck him into letting u into there hose!" Lea scremmed!

But waite! i didnt waent ALL of the collins to dye! Onlee that fucking biotch esme!

Asahi: Look, listen, if you let one of them live, that’s one person who will likely seek out revenge against you. You have to kill them all.

Briar: I have to agree with him.

Cherry: Nip it in the bud before the circle of revenge can start.

"lets not kil all of them" I bargind.

"yes ur rite we will onle kil esme and rosaless if she gets in the way. Jacob go with her to compleet the misshin im trusting u" Leya sed.

AN: I got moar h8ers. h8ers goign 2 h8 is all ill say EKSEPT FOR U:

Cherry: Ya only open yourself up to the hate.

Radiant As You 10/15/12 . chapter 18

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS UGLY, DISGUSTING, STUPID PIECE OF SHIT?!

NO FOUCK U! UR THE DISGUSTIN STUPID PECE OF SHIT!

Asahi: Actually, no, that’s you, Author-person.

chapter 20 the virus resistense

Jakuv and me wer runing bak down the hal thru the siense wung of the scool to find a way owt. All fo the dors wer lockd by polisemen who wer locking down the scool becuz of the virus.

Asahi: Completely understandable. Don’t want it to spread.

i wuz abut to braek thru to the outsied with my catana wen al of a suden jacubu stoped me.

"dont do that rebeca they al cleerlee hav guns" he sed. He hade groped me arm to stiop me and noraly i wuld stop him but he wuz so fucking sexxxxy in the briught sunlite that i didnt minde tha t he diddnt do wat i waented.

Cherry: There’s the root of your problem. If someone does what you don’t want them to, you stab em.

"i can taek them" i told him.

"no we hav to try and sav as meny pepul as possibul" he told me. He wuznt liek ediwerd at all. He wuz waaay smarter and wuz aslo tryign to sav as meny pepul as possibul.

Asahi: That mean’s he’s nothing like you, who only looks out for yourself.

I new den dat it wuld hurt to evar be neer deowerd agin becuz he wuz such a biotch cumpeard to jakub.

Briar: And look at who made him that way.

We raen down teh hals sum moer. Jakub was sweeting sexily and riped the leggs of hsi paints offf. So basikalee he wuz runing with shorts on and he luked liek a boodybilder. Meenwile my purpul raben hare wit royul goldin streeks wuz sexilee floewign in the wend as i ran.

Briar: You love brining up your hair blowing in the wind, don’t you?

Asahi: We should consider getting a counter for that.

i tuk of my shirt as i ran becuz it wuz coverd in goer and al i had on wuz my reed sportz brah. My boebs wer jigling baeck and forth as i raen but not dat much so wtf u thinkign reedor.

Cherry: Yer the one who took off her shirt and brought up her boobs jigglin’. In all honestly what the fuck is up with you, writer?

Then as we came to alicia and tanishashanqua who wer stading outsied the scool labratoree in the halways.

"yo my homie wassup" tashinaquansha asked. we stoped to se wat alicai and tanisha wer dogin.

Asahi: So far Tanishashanqua is the only one I legit like. Probably because we see so little of her.

"why are you all stil in the building" jakub askd inquistionalee. I steped behinde him to get a luk at his sexy endien wearwolg ass.

"we r trying to stop the virus by creeting an antydoote" alicai asnwered. She had a darkk red lab cioat on wich mathced her blud red dyed hare.

Cherry: Lab coats make people more attractive.

"yea were goign to fend a solushin to this problem maerk my wurds" tanishashanqua also sed as she steped owt of the lab and itno the hal with alicai jakub and me.

Asahi: You’re trying to fix the problem you started, I am impressed.

She didnt haev a lab coate on but she did haev nerdi glases to hlep her see her experimints. Her hare luked normel for onse wich was nise becuz normaelee it dusnt.

"tanishashanqua! How r you saef?" i aksed!

"i can anser dat mothafuocker" i herd a voyce and it wuznt anyone who i had seen resentlee... it was MR. CHOKOLOVE! (mr coholove is tanishashanquas fathor).

Briar: Oh, no. What a twist.

"ive given tasniahshanqua immunitee" he sed. "i am wurkign wit the fbi to distrbiute a cuer to the redst of the scool" he expeled.

Asahi: So you just happened to have already whipped up an antidote to give to your daughter for a virus that Alicia just made this morning?

Asahi: Kind of suspicious, if you ask me.

"thats why the coips stoped invadin" alicai cuntinued. "so loung as an antidute is posibul theyl wate for us to finis befoer dey try to kil us al."

"how can we hlep" kacub ased. I thught jacub was a retard for not doin the mishin but then i realizd dat he wantd to find a way out without hurtign othars.

Cherry: Wow, harsh words from someone with the IQ of a squirrel.

"we nede u to goa nd taek this anteedote and get it to the principul!" alicia sed.

"okay i wil do it" jacub sed!

"NO NOT YOU" alicai intruded! "REBECA IS THE ONLEE ONE WHO CAN DO THIS" she sed!

Briar: If this doesn’t turn out to be an elaborate trap to get Rebecca killed, I will be quite upset.

Asahi: We all will be.

Cherry: I’ll throw my skateboard at the screen.

Then she gaev me the vyle conteining the cuer to the virus! "wen u get it to the prinsipul rebeca u wil haev to injekt the vyle into the air sistem of the scool!"

Cherry: Wait, why would that be in the principle? Why not in a room?

Asahi: Logic. This story is allergic to it.

"oh ok sure bye the way do you no were edowerd is" i inturestinglee qweshtined to the 3.

"wat dost thou want tavern wench?" edowerd sed to me costily as he came.

Briar: Now, now, no need for harsh words.

Briar: The tavern girls are much more respectable than Rebecca.

I wantd to maek edowerd feel bad so i began to cry faek teers. He thught that the teers wer becuz of my undyeing regriet but it wuz actuly becuz i realy hated to se that stoopid fuickers faece. I mean juda fucking dammit i shuld hav just choped of his you-no-wat when i wuz baeck in da boys lockor rum.

Asahi: Why does anyone find her attractive? She is the most unpleasant person I’ve ever read about!

Asahi: Edward you can do so much better!

"You wild motha fucker edowerd appearin! Yo cauzin hela drama n shit nigga" chocoluv angrilee sed waving his vyles around!

"Edowerd" i stated as i wuz faek crying "I wanted ot say that im soree for screeming at you earlyer but ur jsut so meen!" i lyed unanimusly.

Briar: You accused him of being a traitor because he admitted he’d like to have sex with you, his girlfriend.

Briar: You’re in no way mentally sound.

I kept crying and den everyune in the rum got supa pised at edowud. Jacob luked liek he wuz abut to chop of edowerds hed with his ax. Edowerd luked relly sad and den he sied and fround.

Cherry: An everyone is takin her side?

Cherry: Wait, I shouldn’t even be surprised.

"watever i forgive you" i sed. Then he luked hapy and edowerd jacub and me al went to the prinsipuls offise so that we culd finaly get out of the fuckign scool.

Asahi: What happened to “Rebecca is the only one who can do this!”?

Asahi: Ah, right, pointless love triangle.

Chapter 21 – vs prinsipul

Briar: I guess we know who’s dying this chapter.

The run to the prinsipals ofise was very diffcult. We had to run over seven bodys every tiem we turned down the hals. Edowerd wuz glarring at jakub the entier tiem probably becuz jacub haz super fucking hot abes and edowerd was jellus liek the major fuocking biotch that he is.

Cherry: I swear, if Rebecca actually gets back together with Edward after treatin him like this, Imma be so angry.

Briar: At this point, there’s nothing she can do in this story that won’t anger us further.

But that doesnt mater becuz we wer at the prinsipuls rum and then we prepard to saev the scool. Edowird unshowd his nails and jakub got his ax ready and i tuk out my shotgun and catana.

Asahi: I’ve to respect her for being able to wield a two-handed sword and a shotgun at once.

We entered the dur and then we saw the rum. The prinsipul wuz behind his desk starting evilly at things. He was baled and luked older then my dade. He hade a big red butin on hsi desk wich i culd tel was maed out of maypull trees. Wen he saw us he got up and loked rally scrary!

"WHAT THE FUOCK DO YOU FUOCKERS WANT!?" he scremed luodlee!

Cherry: I assume that when ya scream, it’s loud.

"we are heer to put an end to this madnes" i scremed. I poynted my shoutgun at the biotch and then shooted the gun at him! He fel ovar blooding everwer on the flur.

Briar: Why did you kill the principle? You literally had no reason to!

Asahi: And here I thought her murdering Charlie was the most pointless of her violence, this takes the cake. Guy just stood up and yelled and he gets killed.

"is he doth dedeth?" inkwiyured edowerd

"NO OF COURS NOT!" Prinsipul scremed amasignlee! He got up frum the grund and then got back in his chare!

Asahi: I stand corrected. Guy is able to tank a shotgun shot from close range. Impressive.

"but how are you not ded!?" ased jacobo!

"I AM A VAMPIOR SLAYOR YOU PATETIC DUNSES"

Cherry: That… doesn’t explain how ya tanked a shotgun blast.

and then the prinsipul tuk out a steak and a jar of holee water! Then he juped the desk and begin to try and staek edowrd in the faec. He wuz realy fast! If i wuznt expeerynced in combat frum al of the violinse today i wuldnt hav ben abul to folow him but i did anyways!

Briar: Because it only takes one day of violence to be a pro fighter. Never mind the months or years of training that you’d need.

I atakcd him four tiems with my sord but he demoted the atac every tiem! He made a big circul with his body and centerd the atack on edowerd! But lukilee Jakub used his ax with grate atack at the prinsipul and hit the prinsipul off edowird.

Asahi: I’m trying to follow this, but the mental image I get is just them moving about like idiots.

Asahi: Which is actually probably rather accurate.

"YOU MISERABULL IDIETS!" the prinsipul shouteded! Then he throo the holee water at edowird but he dodjed fastlee the atac! Insted jakub got hit and then he was coverd in bunrs and scabs!

"OHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUCLK" scremed jakub as the holee watur burnd his purfict beyutiful hot sexay skin.

Cherry: Ah…yeah…no…

Briar: In no incarnation are werewolves harmed by holy water. Jacob should be perfectly fine.

"SHIT SHTI SHIT SHIT" he kept scremeng as he bunred! I was so fuocking infurriatd. How daer he hrut JACUB!?

Asahi: “Only I can hurt my men!”

I tuk out my catana and struke Prinsipul in dedlee combat! I swun my sord at him 1 2 tiems but he jupmed sevural feete in the aer and clung to the seeling! Then edowrd juped for HIM! But it was a false becuz Prinsipul was so strong!

Cherry: The principle just a spider or somethin now? Clinging to the ceilin’ like that?

"YOU INFERIER NITWITS" Prinsipal was strong he toke edowerds arm mid flite and then threw edowedr thru his desk braking it! Then prinsipal dropped on toop of edowerd!

"THOU ISTETH DOTH A FUCKERETH" scramed edowerd as prinsipul snaped his neck!

Asahi: Eh. He’s in a better place.

Cherry: Yeah, even after all these chapters, can’t bring myself to really care for ‘im.

Even tho i haet that fuocking rapist basturd

Briar: He never raped you. He never harassed you. He was your talking doormat.

I stil felt bad becuz nobuddy dezervs that kind of treetmint.

Asahi: Unless your Bella.

Then he threw edowerd thru the wal and into another rum! "DOTH WENCH!"

"GOD FUOCING DAMMIT EDOWERD STOP DYEING ON ME!" I scremed! He got out a steak and began to stalc edowerd as he was recumpensing frum the strugul but NO! becuz then i throo the catana rite thru Prinsipal's stomick wit al my mite!

Cherry: Of course ya did.

Cherry: An everyone clapped, didn’t they?

"AH! AH! AH! AHHHHH!" Prinsipul scramed as he fel back. As he was faling i ran up to him and stabed him agin and agin 78 tiems.

Asahi: Talk about excessive.

I wuz so extreem becuz he had alsmot kiled edowrd and jakub. Then i throo the prinsipul across the rum and put my catan away. I ran ovar to that dying fucker.

"Why did you do this" I aksed him. "We jsut wanted to help the students."

Briar: “Because you fucking shot me out of the blue, you bitch!”

"The biotch esmay wuz goign to kil me anywayz for faeling! I thught that i culd kil edowrd who ive alwayz nown was a vampoire!"

"then you deserve this you fucker" i sed as i shout my shotgun into him. Then i did it agin and agin and a furth tiem (this last one in the hed) jsut to maek sure he wuldnt cum back and try to raep or stabe me.

Asahi: Rebecca, listen. I know this is hard to swallow, but; no one wants to rape you. In fact, no one wants to even touch you. You’re just that unpleasant to be around.

Blud wuz everywer. I had kiled the prinsipal. I didnt waent to do that but i haed to. He wuz so violenta he culd hav kiled sumone.

Cherry: Hrrrmm!!!

Cherry: Pot. It’s Kettle. You’re black.

Anywzys I put the vial into the aer condishiner and then the antivirus stated spreding thrughout teh scool.

Asahi: Hooray.

Asahi: Everyone would have been better off dead, but we can’t win them all, can we?

Chapter 22 – Escaep

The vyle wuz in the aer cundishener and then the condishiner was spreding thru the vents.

Briar: I’m impressed the vents can withstand something so big and undoubtedly heavy going through them.

I culd smel the antydote efecting everyune in the scool. I think that savign evereeone heer wuz an akt of redempshin for kiling the prinsipal. I rally felt bed abut that becuz

Cherry: Because…?

Asahi: It’s redemption for killing the principle. But what about your redemption for killing Charlie? Or for abusing Bella?

"jakub are youu okay!?" i scremed wile runingn ovar to his scabee bodee.

"What the fuock do u think" he sed. He was sexily coverd in brewzes.

Briar: Bruises and burn marks are two very different things. Trust me. I know.

"let me help you with my beyutiful signign voyse" i sed as i begin to sung beyutifuly at him. I sung born dis way by ladee gaga.

Cherry: The sound was like nails on a chalk board. Ears began bleedin, glass cracked, a bird outside the window died from the sound. Jacobs burns got worse.

Sudenlee jakub got up frum the grund his scabes faling off. Then sudenlee his hare began to turn bloo. His eies met mien an then i instatelee new wat i wuz in for.

Asahi: His hair turned blue?

"Rebeca i new i did the rite thing when i decidd to sav you" he sed dreemilee. Then he fel on toop of me and we began to kis litelee. It wuz so perfect. Then edowerd got up and luked at us and then powted and the left becuz hes nothing but a jellis biotch.

Briar: I swear, if they have sex…

"yo homie wats up" tanishanqua sed as she and alicia and mr chocoluv enterd the rum. But i wuz stil kiding jakub so then they stoped. "yo that bitch crayyyy" tasniahshanqua sed as she and alicea and Mr chovoluv left the rum. Then rosalee caem into the rum.

Asahi: I want some rum.

Cherry: Same.

"normalee id fuock u up biotch but u did okay today so il let u off the hook." She sed, puting her guns away. She had onlee 1 bullit hole on her chest meening that she kiled a LOT of coips today. Poor copis.

Cherry: How dare the cops stand up against a queen?

Enyways for unce i wuz so happee that i didnt even get angree i jsut smiled and basked in hapiniss.

"jakub" i asked

"yes" he sed, holdign me

"does tihs mean that weer together now?" i asked

"mmhmm" he sed kising my forehed as the sun set.

Briar: So yesterday she was all over Edward. Today she’s all over Jacob. Is she going to be all over someone else tomorrow?

Asahi: Probably.

Chapter 23 – The house

So after we left scool all fiev of us (not mr chocoluv he cant leave the scool sincs hes a teachor) went to my hose to get rid of the evidense.

Cherry: Since when do teachers live at the school? He’s allowed a life outside it, ya know.

Tasniahshanqua was on my rite Jakub was also on my rite Alicia and Edowerd were on my left. We got to my huose.

Asahi: Because where they are in position to you is that important.

Asahi: Not.

"are you sure you want to do this" i edowerd asked me.

"yes i am sure" i sed lukign over into jakubs eies. I new that i had to atoen for my sins just liek judah wuld want me to do.

Briar: Is she actually going to atone?

Cherry: Answer is no.

This was the first step in doing it. I tuk a pieces of wud from the house and then lit it on fier. Then i throo the fitre into the house and it all began to burn down.

Asahi: Look, you can’t just burn down your house to solve your problems. Now the police and firemen are going to flock to your house to investigate why it burned down.

Asahi: Really, you just made things worse for yourself.

"Yo Moon where are you gonna live now?" Tanishashanqua asked politelee. I nodded my hed to her.

"she can cum live with us" alicia sed. I was happe becuz this wuld give me a chance to completd my misshin!

Briar: And she hasn’t forgotten the mission. Surprisingly.

I luked ovar to jakub who looked depressd becuz he didnt want me near that fuocking sick motherfocker edowerd but i new what i had to do.

Cherry: Edwards done nothin’ wrong! You asked him a question an he answered! All this did was make him think he can’t be honest with you.

"yeah sure that wrks" i told her faking a smile. I wuldnt mind living with alicia even when she drug deeled but living wiht edowerd was going to be realy awkwurd.

Asahi: Yes, your one-day boyfriend is so awkward to be around.

Then i saw sumone wakjing toewrds us fiev. Her name was Claritee Etude Simphonia [AN: SHE IS BASD OF MY FIEND CHELSEE!] but we jsut caled her Krystal becuz looking into her eies it was like looking into cristals.

Asahi: Of course. Just what we needed; more OCs.

Krystel is one of my best frends she was kidnaped when she was born by the Vulture

Briar: So vultures kidnap people now instead of just eating corpses. Good to know.

who then rased her to be evil and they kiled her mother and father and her uncles and ants comitd suiside becuz they wer so depresed like major fuokcing retards. Then she escaepd but she becam a vampire becuz of it so now she lives in forks.

Asahi: Forks is just the hub for every plot-convenient thing and person, isn’t it?

Sumtiems she stil remembers it but its okay. She wants venge on the Vulturi becuz they are ashoes.

Cherry: Understandably so.

"hi rebecca how is everting today" she asked but then she saw my hose burnign down so then she screemed "WHAT THE FOUCK WHO DID THIS". She got out a gun wich maed alicia get out her gun and maed edowerd get out his nales and make jakub get out his ax. (Tanishashanqua also got a gun out becuz alicia had given her one earlyr to defend hersefl).

Asahi: Now shoot each other.

Asahi: If this works out, only Tanishashanqua will survive.

"its okay dont woree we have a plan" i told her stayig calm. She was assurd of my intelijence and then she smiled.

Cherry: What intelligence?

"rebecca who is that major fucking hotty!?" she asked me giggling. I giggled to. I whispered into her ear.

"weer totalee going out isnt it awsome!?"

"you go girl!" she sed and then high fived me and then left.

Briar: If we’re lucky, we won’t see her again.

Asahi: We can only hope.

But her leeving maed me really sad and I didn't no why. Then i luked to my house wich was burning down and i began to fell bad. Why culdnt I be a normal gurl like Krystal?

Cherry: Pfft. You call her normal? Ya even read the backstory ya gave her?

Why do I haev to be chased by fucking rappers everywhere i go and and why did i allways haev to live this kind of life!?

Asahi: Raps not that bad.

I DIDNT DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHIT WHAT THE FOUCK!?

Briar: It’s called karma. You’ve done a lot to get some very bad karma.

"Rebecca is sumthing rong" sexily asked jakub as he caressed over to me, regarding me shroedlee. He huged me in front of everyone but it had no effect.

Asahi: Careful, man. She might stab you in the dick for touching her. And then call you a rapist.

"Everything so fo unfare!" i scremed to him angrilee. "Why cant i just be plane like the rest of the wurld and pepul heer!? Im too gud at things and i kepe having pepul fal in luv with me! ITS A FUOCKING CURS JAKUB HELP ME BRAKE IT!"

Cherry: Wow! I’m getting’ major My Immortal vibes from that one!

Cherry: An correction; you aint good at shit.

I wus crying now becuz to be honest i was foucking sick of this lie f.

Asahi: Then you can always kill yourself.

Cherry: That’s a bit harsh.

Asahi: Just listing the options.

"dere dere its okay" alicai sed pating my back as the hose funishd burning down. She always new what to say to cheer me up wich was gud. "lets go back to my palce and get sum taco bell okay" she sed.

"I FUOCKING HATE TACO BEL ITS NOT ENVIYORMENTALY SAEF" I sed crying

Cherry: I take back what said, Asahi. You’re right.

"okay den" she sed and we went off to get sum vegan orgaenik fud and then go to Edowerds house. [AN: EET ORGAENIC ITS WAY BETTER FOR THE ENVIYOURMINT THEN FAST FUD!]

Cherry: Meat is organic. Lettuce is organic, cheese is organic. You can’t convince me otherwise.

AN:

im not even replying to the flaems anymoar becuz honestlee you guys are fuockers who are stating hurt my feelings just LEEV ME ALOEN IF YOU DONT LIEK IT JUST FUOCK YOU FUOCKERS I CAENT STAND YOU ASDAJSLDKFSD

Asahi: You brought it on yourself by ignoring every piece of advice you were given. You were told to improve your spelling. If anything it’s gotten worse. You’ve been told your storytelling was bad. You let it get worse. And then you blame and whine and cry.

Asahi: No wonder people are attacking this.

Cherry: Bah!

Cherry: All this readin’ and complain’ got me hungry. I’m hitting the snack bar.

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