#those fake magazine covers were fun to make i wanna do that again

[purpldawne]

mimimimimimi

[fangirlxwritesx67]

This Is Halloween

This Is Halloween 3600 words, rated G for Genfic

Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Rowena, Castiel, Jody Mills x Donna Hanscum  Canon adjacent, mentions of loss, nothing spookier than a skeleton shark coochie tray

None of this would’ve happened without @dawnie1988 giving me ideas, feedback, and cheering me on. Read and repeated discussion by @there-must-be-a-lock as well as read by @mskathywriteswords. The title is a nod to my Squad who provide more love and support than I can ever say thank you for!

***

“Sam, Dean!” Jack’s voice called out over the balcony as the door to the bunker slammed behind him. 

Startled, Dean jumped up, reaching for the gun he kept tucked in his waistband. 

“No, wait.” Sam stilled him with one hand on his arm. He heard excitement, not alarm, in Jack's words. He spoke in a low voice. “I think this is good.” 

Jack clattered down the stairs and ran across the stone floor, sliding to a halt in front of the Winchester brothers. 

“Do you know about Halloween?!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Dean rolled his eyes, while Sam shook his head, each waiting for the other to answer. Finally Dean spoke up.

“Uh, yeah, Jack, we do. What about it?” 

“See, I went to the grocery store, for snacks, and there was a whole aisle of spooky stuff, skeletons, although they weren’t scientifically correct.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he thought about that. “And candy, so much candy! So I asked the cashier and she said it was Halloween, and people have parties, and everything!” 

“I looked it up in my phone. People dress up! There’s food and games!” Jack’s words tumbled over one another in his eagerness. “Do you think we could do Halloween? Do you think we could have a party?!” 

“Do you really think, a party, here in the bunker --” Dean began.

“What you have to understand about Halloween is --” Sam started to say.

Both of them trailed off into silence. Jack’s face, beaming up at them, was so eager, so hopeful. Sure, they had their own issues with Halloween. But why put that burden on him?

Finally Sam drew a deep breath. “Okay, Jack. What if we had a Halloween party, here in the bunker?” 

“We could invite everyone we know! Cas, of course, all of our friends! We could all dress in costume, have snacks, it would be loads of fun, please oh please?” 

Dean turned to Sam, concern written across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

Sam nodded. “Jack is right. It sounds like fun.” 

“Yes, okay? Thank you, thank you so much. You guys are the best!” Jack hugged first Sam, then Dean, before turning to leave. “I can’t wait to text Cas! Of course he’ll want to come.”

Dean turned to his younger brother. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know how you feel about this holiday.”

Sam set his chin, his lips thin. “We can’t live in the past forever. Too much has happened over the years.” 

“But Halloween-”

Sam drew in a deep breath. “Halloween was the last time I saw the love of my life alive and happy, okay? It still hurts, when I think about it. “But Jack is our family, you know? He’s really just a kid, and we both want the best for him. If this is what makes him happy, I��m good with it.” 

After a long moment, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay. As long as you mean that.” Sam nodded, so Dean continued. “I guess I’ve got to figure out what this kid thinks you eat at a Halloween party.” 

The brothers didn’t see Jack again until dinnertime. They soon realized that he must have spent most of the afternoon on the internet, researching Halloween. Ideas spilled from his lips, one right after the other: carving pumpkins, themed cupcakes, lights on the walls, presents under the Haunting Tree-

“Hold up.” Dean stopped him with an upraised hand. “I think maybe you researched a little too hard and are getting your holidays mixed up. We can do some of those things, not all of them. We have a week, let’s make a plan.” 

“Dean, you’ll cook for the party, won’t you? Sam can help me with decorations. Cas is already coming, and I will invite Donna and Jody. Oh, and Rowena!”

“No Rowena.” Dean shook his head sternly. 

Next to him, Sam smirked, knowing that it was a battle Dean would never win, outnumbered two to one. 

***

Jack decided the library was the perfect room for a party, and he had grand plans to cover every wall and shelf with decorations. His internet searches kept turning up more and more ideas and party themes, each more elaborate than the last. 

At first, Sam tried to keep things simple and inexpensive, but after a while, he gave in. He took Jack shopping, let him buy the silly spooky stuff that caught his eye. What the hell, he thought to himself, the credit cards were fake anyway. He only put his foot down when it came to anything gory or macabre. They had enough of that the rest of the year. 

Jack’s favorite purchase of all was a fake electronic raven. It was motion sensitive, and when someone triggered it, it would caw or cackle or call out “Nevermore.” He thought it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen, and insisted that it was exactly what he needed to celebrate Halloween in style. 

Jack had as many ideas for food as he did for decorations, constantly making new suggestions to Dean. Finally Dean sat him down and pared down his requests to a few key treats, before assuring Jack that he could handle the rest of the menu. 

The next day, Sam headed to the kitchen for breakfast after a run and was surprised to see glossy magazines on the table. He turned the pages idly, realizing that they were all full of nothing but recipes and ideas for Halloween.

When Dean joined him, Sam shot him a teasing glance. “Got grand ideas for this party, huh, big brother?” 

“Hey, it’s important to Jack.” Dean might’ve blushed, but his face was earnest.

“You sure it’s important to Jack, and not to you, to make Spooky Seven Layer Salad and Stuffed Olive Eyeballs, and oooh, what are Mummy Fingers?” Sam raised his eyebrows. 

“I wanna make him proud.” Dean answered. Sam understood the things left unsaid - that food was important to Dean, after too many years growing up hungry or stealing just to eat. Having a kitchen where he could cook was one of the ways he made the bunker a home for his family. 

“I know he will be.” Sam said. “I always liked your cooking.”

Dean understood the affirmation behind Sam’s praise, and nodded gratefully. 

Seeing the others happy helped Sam accept the festivities. He hated Halloween, but he loved Jack. There were days when he remembered that the young man was the most powerful being in the universe. But most of the time, he just seemed like a kid, and the closest thing to a son he or Dean would ever have. 

If this was what it took to make Jack happy, bad memories be damned, Sam would do it. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t hate the idea of having a few of their friends together. For once, it would be something fun instead of another monster hunt. 

The one thing he couldn’t bring himself to get excited about was a costume. Jack was insistent on costumes all around. Dean and Sam both asked him what his costume would be, but he kept it a closely guarded secret. 

While they discussed costumes, they also argued about the guest list. Dean kept teasing that Rowena wasn’t welcome. Sam knew his brother’s opposition to his girlfriend was all bluster, but Jack still sometimes fell for the disputes. 

Finally one day, Dean approached Sam, a wide smile on his face. “I've solved your costume problem! We’ve made a deal, me and that little witch of yours. She can come to the party, as long as you wear the costume she picks out.” 

“Whoa, hey, how is that a deal?” Sam protested, although he knew it was futile. “You do nothing, and I have to wear whatever costume she decides?” 

“Have fun, Braveheart!” Dean smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. 

How Rowena got Amazon delivery to the Bunker was a mystery to Sam and an irritation to Dean. Still, the box showed up the morning of the party. When Sam opened it, the box held just one thing: a sort of crown, a gold colored circlet with branches - or were they antlers? 

Rowena’s only instructions were to dress like a hunter. Since he was a hunter, that was not especially helpful. In his room, Sam tried on the crown. With his usual flannel and plaid, it seemed out of place. 

Then he remembered Dean jokingly calling him Braveheart, recalling the case the two of them had worked where Charlie talked them into LARPing. Charlie. Sam shook his head with a sad smile. She would’ve loved to attend a bunker Halloween party! She would’ve had the perfect brilliant nerdy costume, too. 

He dug into his work disguises and found the loose tan tunic he had worn on that case. Even over jeans, it made the crown seem more fitting. He straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. That was better. 

“Cas is here!” Sam turned to see Jack scamper down the hall. He and Dean arrived in the entry of the bunker just as Cas and Jack embraced at the base of the stairs. It registered to Sam that Dean was in a cowboy costume, but before he could say anything, Dean spoke up.

“Cas, I believe the invitation said, no costume, no party.” Cas was wearing the same thing as always, a tan trench coat over a white shirt and dress pants with a tie. He nodded, and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. 

“Agent Swift,” he declared, holding up a badge that said BSI. “Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.” Then he grinned, a wide smile that lit his face and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Dean laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder while Sam smiled and shook his head. 

“Okay, come help me with my costume!” Jack grabbed Cas by the hand and all but dragged him out of the room.

Sam turned to Dean and looked more closely at what he was wearing. He wore a buff vest over his usual plaid flannel and jeans, a hat hanging over his shoulders by a rawhide cord. “Dude, Tombstone?” 

“At least I’m not a - horny man?” Dean chuckled. 

Sam scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be cooking? Putting cat brains in jello or something?” 

“Actually, yeah, and I could use your help. Wanna wrap some mummies?” Dean took in the baffled expression on his brothers’ face. “It’s cocktail wieners and crescent dough.” Sam nodded hesitantly, following his brother to the bunker kitchen. 

The Winchesters made more than one trip from the kitchen to the library, carrying trays of food, bowls of snacks, drinks, and candy. Sam stayed back to make sure the lights were on and everything was ready while Dean made one more trip for his proudest creation - a tray of sliced meat and cheese arranged just so around a plastic skeleton.

“Gross, Dean,” Sam said, unable to hide either the admiration in his tone or his little smile.

“I know, right?!” Dean crowed, swiping a bite. 

Just then, Cas and Jack returned. At first, Jack seemed to be dressed like Cas in a long tan robe. But he had on a scarf and a headband with green ears and - 

“You’re Baby Yoda?!” Sam exclaimed. 

“I am dressed as the diminutive character portrayed on television’s The Mandelorian, although I am technically neither Baby nor Yoda-” whatever else Jack had to say was cut short by Sam’s engulfing hug. 

Dean rolled his eyes before he pushed Sam aside for a hug of his own. 

“How did this kid get to be such a nerd?” Dean asked Sam as Jack looked at his phone and then ran for the stairs.

“Like you don’t know!” Sam retorted.

“You are the one who showed him Star Wars.”

“You bought him comic books. Watchmen, and The Boys?” 

Jack’s excited voice cut into the brothers’ bickering. “Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel!” He gestured with a flourish as Jody and Donna entered the library hand in hand.

Jody was wearing jeans and a kimono jacket that was red across the shoulders, blue starred below, with a wide gold band. Next to her, Donna was wearing a blue dress with red and stars around the neckline. She wore a brown belt around her waist and tall boots that matched the belt. 

Sam and Dean welcomed their friends with broad smiles and warm hugs. Jack bounded around them like an excited puppy, showing off his costume and asking about theirs. 

“Come on into the spooky library,” Sam intoned with a deep voice and a wave.

“Let’s eat!” Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands. 

The six of them were comfortable together, talking and laughing easily. Dean’s themed food offerings were great, the presentation hilarious but the taste even better. The drinks flowed freely: beer and hard seltzer and sodas. 

Jack took great delight in making sure everyone passed by his electronic raven repeatedly so that it croaked out greetings as often as possible. Everyone loved Jack, so they indulged him and never once suggested that they might be tired of hearing it. 

Jody asked just once what Sam was meant to be, in his crown of branches or antlers.

“A horny man!” Dean joked.

“Rowena sent it,” was all Sam had to offer, shrugging. 

Jody nodded. She knew all about what a person would do for the woman they loved. She raised one eyebrow in query. 

“Where is Rowena?” she asked. “I can’t believe she would miss a chance to dress up. 

“Oh yeah, isn’t she gonna be here?” Donna spoke up.

“Actually,” Jack chimed in, looking up from his phone. “Sam, head out to meet her.” 

He walked out to the echoing entryway as Rowena appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed head to toe in shimmering black. 

“A witch is never late,” she spoke as she descended. “Everyone else is simply early.” 

Sam met her at the base of the stairs and she slipped one hand into his. He took in her costume slowly: a black dress that clung to all her curves, sparkling bits of jewelry at her throat and wrists. Most strikingly, she wore a cape of black feathers, iridescent with dark purple, green and gold. 

Her head was adorned with a thin circlet of gold, much like Sam’s, but where his had branches reaching upward, hers had feathers carved away from her temples. Her hair was dressed with braids and feathers and bits of jet black crystal woven into the riot of curls spilling down over her shoulders. 

The apparition of a raven trailed behind her, wings fluttering to keep up. Sam held out his hand and she took it so he could lead her to the library.

“A Queen of Ravens?” he asked. 

“The Morrigan,” she replied, sweeping her cloak around her in a swirl. “And you are my Cernunnos. Well done with the costume.” 

He bent down to brush a kiss on her upturned lips before they joined the others.

***

Jack was wildly jealous of Rowena’s raven, since his electronic toy was fixed to a shelf. But she praised his good taste and spoke a few words that allowed her familiar to follow his direction. That resulted in two ravens saying “Nevermore” in chorus, but it tickled Jack so much that no one had the heart to stop it. 

Donna and Cas commandeered the aux cord, playing a mix of pop and classic rock. Jody and Dean delved into a discussion of firearms. Jack bounded from person to person, handing out candy and eating at least as much as he was giving.

Sam and Rowena snuck off to a quiet corner of the library, which was where Dean found them with a big book on the table in front of them. Rowena was standing, pointing to the pages as she explained Cernunnos. Sam was fixated, not on the book, but on her face, on the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved as she read. 

“Hey nerds,” Dean interrupted them. “It’s Halloween, time to party, not to read books and get heart eyes and make out in dark corners.”

“We weren’t making out!” Sam protested.

“Not yet,” Rowena cooed, taking his hand. 

As the night wore on, everyone took turns choosing songs, the playlist ranging from classic rock to blues to Scottish folk tunes to cheesy pop monster music. They cut loose and danced, together or alone. 

Rowena attempted to teach Jack a few heel-toe folk dance steps, but Dean picked it up faster. Sam danced by himself for a while, long-limbed and rhythmic. Cas surprised them all by knowing moves to viral music videos; apparently he had been doing research on TikTok. 

Jody and Donna were wrapped in one another's arms, slow dancing and sneaking kisses, whether the music suited it or not. Donna put on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” and sang along softly, lips next to Jody’s ear, for her alone. Jody let her eyes flutter close, resting her chin on Donna’s shoulder, melting into her embrace. 

Rowena watched the two of them with a fond smile on her face, while the boys turned to the snacks, giving the two of them their moment together alone. 

It was almost midnight when Jack turned off the music, clapped for attention, and announced that it was time for Trick or Treat. He would be going around the room with a plastic jack o’ lantern bucket, and each guest was to perform a trick. If he liked it, they got a treat. 

“So get this,” Sam started. “Trick or treat isn’t exactly-” 

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Hold up. This is gonna be good.” 

Jack approached the ladies first. Jody asked for a ribbon, which Rowena provided, and wove a Cat’s Cradle in her hands. Jack was fascinated, and made her repeat it several times before he gave her a treat. Donna pulled chairs aside to clear space, and did a cartwheel. Everyone clapped, and Jack decided that was worthy of two treats. 

Cas made his BSI badge disappear and reappear, using only sleight of hand, no real magic. Jack tried over and over to copy him, with no success. 

Dean walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a handgun from behind the bound volumes. He had Jack blindfold him and then field stripped and reassembled it in under one minute. Sam recited a spell in Latin. When he was done, Dean stage whispered, “Isn’t that a recipe for laundry soap?” Sam laughed. It was, but he had recited it flawlessly. Jack gave them both treats. 

Rowena’s trick, though, was the best one of all. She had previously enchanted her raven to sit next to Jack’s toy. Now she commanded his to fly about and sit on his shoulder. He was overcome with glee at this, and offered her every last treat he had. 

When Jack skipped away, followed by a flutter of wings, Rowena turned to Sam, her hands full of candy. 

“He’s a dear,” she cooed. “But these are all ghastly American sweeties.” 

“Don’t worry.” Dean stepped up, holding a small box. “I’ll be happy to trade you.” 

“Oh, you have Lindt!” She dumped the chocolate she held into his outstretched hand and reached for the treat he was offering her.

“Really, Dean?” Sam was surprised, and impressed. 

“Well, I wanted everyone to have something, and I know how god awful picky she is.” Dean shrugged and then started as Rowena booped his nose with a smirk. 

“Do I have to learn corvid care?” Sam asked Rowena as Dean walked away.

“Oh no!” Her laugh was quick and bright. “It will be back to a simple electronic toy before the morrow.” 

The trick or treat was Jack’s last activity for the night, as he was soon on the verge of nodding off, his raven flapping lazily on his shoulder. Cas pointed him down the hall towards bed, where he fell asleep so full of candy and treats that he was still wearing his Baby Yoda headpiece.

The rest of the party drifted towards the kitchen, to the comfortable familiar space at the heart of the bunker. Dean gradually put away what was left of the more perishable food, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey as he walked in and out of the room. 

Donna and Jody snuggled together on one side of the table, trading kisses and feeding one another chocolate candies. 

Sam leaned back against the counter comfortably, Rowena wrapped in his arms. He had made her a proper cup of tea, and she sipped as she enjoyed her treats, the two of them whispering in low voices. 

Dean raised his glass and caught his eye. 

“I think this is good,” Sam said softly. “New memories.”  

Nothing could change the past, but he didn’t live there anymore. This was their home, surrounded by their family and friends.  This was their Halloween. 

***

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[redemptionbaby]

Out of Touch | Arthur/Reader

Summary: With some liquid courage, you finally decide to tell Arthur how you feel. 80′s AU.

Notes: This is what I’ve been working on. Reader has a lot of personality in this one. 3321 words.

Warnings: Very slight dubcon because you’re tipsy

Liquid sloshed in your mouth, and you barely had the wherewithal to swallow it instead of letting it flow down your chin as you swayed. This party was fierce, but the liquor was fiercer. Your breath was probably acrid by now, a grim portent to your future in the bathroom. Neon lights beat down on the crowd and illuminated choice slivers of their writhing bodies. The growl of synth and bass was invasive in a way that felt enlightening. Like the vibrations were showing you the truth. 

Not an outrageous idea, coming from someone who’d had a few too many fruity drinks instead of dancing, sulking while watching someone else sulk. You could spy Arthur from across the room, settled into a sticky couch despite having gotten numerous offers to dance, with implications of much more. His tropical shirt was a sharp contrast to the bags beneath his blue eyes, unbuttoned to his comfort and showing off some chest hair. His hair was wild with stress. The look screamed I’d love to be on vacation right now, but my circumstances have made this impossible. You could tell he stayed out of some sick obligation to the people who had told him to loosen up and have fun, other members of your shared enterprise. You stayed for him. 

Another swig of tequila sunrise put you over the edge, imbuing you with either courage or foolishness. Or perhaps, honesty. The walk across the room was in slow motion, you could feel your heels clacking against the floor, your arms impassively maneuvering out of the anonymous grasps of the mass of people. You could see from the corner of your eye as Arthur’s gaze flicked to you, but just as quickly moved again. He was trying to give you an out. Pretending not to see you so you could take the chance, come to your senses, go have fun with someone else. Someone better. Too bad you’re too wasted to be able to think of someone else. 

The way you fall onto the couch, spineless and heavy, is far from graceful. You put a hand to your face to begin combing the hair out of your eyes and Arthur can no longer hide being so utterly transfixed by you. Even when you’re sweating vodka and strawberry syrup, half illuminated by burning neon lights, he can’t help but rake his eyes over your entire form, trying to memorize it. He’d rather die than be caught trying to draw you or take a Polaroid. He’d feel like even more of a creep than he already does, but for some reason he’s convinced himself that just looking isn’t as bad. 

A calloused hand cautiously claps the back of your shoulder instinctually. 

“Y’alright there, tiger? Have a lil’ too much?” The tenderness oozes from his voice even when he’s attempting to be joking. He’s nicer than even he knows. 

“I’m— I’m ok. Just working up some nerve… I guess,” you garble out, unknowingly making his stomach sink like a rock. 

“Who’s the lucky one?”

“What?”

“The lucky, uh, person. The one yer gonna… ask for a dance from?”

“Jesus, Arthur, what is this— a highschool dance? From the fifties? Nevermind, don’t answer that.” Great job. You’re really winning him over with that one. 

“... You want me to take ya home?” Arthur would not be nearly as cute if he was a mind reader. But sometimes you wish he was. But it’s nice to know that you’re bombing this and not looking so good. 

“No, no. If I don’t say this now, it’s not gonna happen,” you take advantage of the hand on your shoulder and move in, leaning towards him with your arms slung across each other. Not your most romantic move, but that ship sailed with your sobriety. 

“I like you Arthur. I know you think you’re some unlovable old man, past his prime and destined to be alone, but you’re not,” geez, you’re a brutal drunk. “You’re the best man I know, and I’ve met plenty. You’re nice to me, to everyone, but it’s not just common decency, y’know? Even when I’m looking like I’m about to vomit my soul, you’d drive me home, and I know how much you love that car. Even when I couldn’t give a damn about myself you’re always watching, making sure I don’t trip and fall. You’re handsome and gorgeous, and so comfy to be with. I got it bad for you. And I don’t expect you to say nothin’ about it, I know you’ve been hurt before and I’m not exactly looking like Miss America right now, but I had to tell you.”

As expected, he’s stunned into silence. Like the whole world has turned off. There’s no music, no crowd, just you and him on this sweaty leather couch breathing alcohol into each other’s faces. His first instinct is to refuse you, like every other good thing that comes his way these days. But you know him, and he knows you. The selfless and self deprecating excuses to keep himself alone and in misery can’t work forever. And he’s been out with you enough to know you’re an honest drunk. Those kinda feelings can’t be faked. Not like that. Not by you. 

But Arthur is still Arthur. He wouldn’t want you to do something you’d regret. So he cradles your cheek with his palm and watches your eyelids flutter as you lean into it, hope and anticipation stinging your eyes. His lips ghost over yours before making full contact, always giving you that window of opportunity, to stop him and turn him away, to take it all back. 

But you don’t. And the relief is almost enough to make him cry. 

Your free hand moves up, tracing the color of his shirt before sliding the tips of your painted nails over the hairs on the back of his neck, feeling the shiver that wracks his spine at the intimacy— something he hasn’t known for a long time. 

His kiss is chaste. A closed mouth, not daring to try anything else, but he doesn’t have to. You can almost feel the blood beneath the skin of his lips. He parts from you, opening his eyes to reveal a joy that Arthur doesn’t usually allow himself. The slight draw of his brows revealing that he still isn’t 100% certain this moment won’t end without rejection. 

Arthur Morgan is not a man who prides himself on self reflection. He’s not a man who’s often encouraged to improve, or to change. When you’re hired muscle, just coming back alive is enough. But for once, he wants to change. You inspire him to change. So for once, he’ll take a page out of your book, and ride this feeling instead of dreading an assumed shattering of the illusion. 

“I’d still like to take ya home, sweetheart, if that’s alright with you.”

——————————-

Arthur’s apartment was surprisingly quiet for being above a club. It still had that hum from the muffled music, but it was more relaxing than annoying. He hadn’t been all over you when he walked you up, but he fumbled with his keys like he was. Sat on his bed, your face in his hands, he kissed you more desperately, like a man starved. It felt so dreamlike. You had to summon the will to pull away. 

“Arthur. Tell me how you feel about me.” 

Arthur was by no means an inarticulate man, if his journal entries were anything to go by. But he was a man of action, one not used to being asked to share his thoughts and feelings. But silence wasn’t how you operated. 

“I… I think I love you. You make me wanna be a better man, angel. You don’t look at me like a source of favors. You look at me like… like I matter. And hell, I’m startin’ to believe it.”

He grabs your chin. His thumb traces over the soft edge of your lower lip. His eyes are avoiding yours in an attempt to compose his thoughts. 

But he spoke the words before even really thinking. 

“It’s like you don’t just want me to love you. You want me to feel loved.”

“Bingo.” God you feel like such a seductive genius. And apparently you’re right to feel that way, because Arthur’s grip on your body only becomes tighter as he presses kiss after kiss, trailing down your neck. In the meantime, your hands mindlessly work at the buttons of his shirt, and he’s too busy showing his affection to feel self conscious. 

He parts from you, sliding the shirt from his back with a facade of confidence before moving his fingers to the hem of your own, looking to your eyes for silent permission before lifting. The way you shake your hair out as you finish pulling it off enraptures him. Despite, or maybe because of, your smeared makeup and the way you grimace as the collar catches on your nose, he thinks you look gorgeous. Your hair crests your head like a halo for a perfect moment, you look like a goddamned album cover. Arthur’s sure to file all this inspiration away for later. 

“I can’t believe you— way too cute to be real,” he coos quietly, bringing his hands to the base of your ribs, flushing your skin with their heat, sliding them upwards. His thumbs graze your nipples before finding confidence in their movement, making you keen in a way you might have been able to suppress if you were stone cold sober. Arthur’s eyes flick up to your heated face with a sudden look of predation— like he’s a lion and you’re a wounded gazelle. 

Funny, you’ve never seen a lion fuck a gazelle on nature documentaries. But right now it doesn’t seem all that unlikely. 

Arthur doesn’t feel any of the confidence he exudes. He feels like a teenager who’s just seen his first pair of tits in a playboy magazine he stole from under his older brother’s mattress. His practiced hands undo your shorts, smoothly sliding them down before you kick them the rest of the way off. He undoes his belt almost with panic, like if he delays any longer you’re gonna get fed up and leave. 

The both of you are in your underwear, and it feels like hours have passed since you stepped through the threshold of Arthur’s apartment, but at the same time like no time has passed at all. 

“Even when yer wasted, you can’t help lookin’ so pretty, can ya?” 

“Says the man who hasn’t shaved or combed his hair in two days, but still looks like a Hollywood Star in a western,” you tease, sticking your tongue out to punctuate it. 

“Think I’d make a good Blondie?”

“Oh please. Clint Eastwood wishes he had as much personality.” You did it again. It was like you could trick him into loving himself a little more everyday, without even trying. It makes him chuckle, and you cock your head, not thinking it was that funny.

Feeling emboldened, Arthur lightly pushes the tips of his fingers against your collar bones, urging you to lie back so he can take his sweet time getting to know your body. You comply, a little giddy and almost doll-like, as he manhandles you slightly. He sinks his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs and delights in the sensation while spreading them, staring in reverie at your vulnerable body, as well as the wet spot forming on your panties. He leans over you while his hand does a broad swipe over the clothed lips of your pussy, and you shudder a little from the stimulus. 

Arthur leans back to take a good look while he moves the bridge of your underwear to the side, using his other hand to stroke and spread your intimate parts playfully. He pulls the elastic past the expanse of your legs, leaving you completely exposed. Not to say that Arthur himself is completely modest in his briefs— you can see the outline of his hard cock and a spot of wetness where it’s already dribbling pre-cum. He had been drinking as well, but clearly it hadn’t held him back. Before you know it he’s got your legs pinned back and his face in your crotch, pressing kisses to your mound before diving in with his tongue, worming it into you. In the middle of giving you the lickout of your life, he parts with a hard suck to your clit, face red and breathing heavy just as you are. 

“Maybe I, uh— I shoulda asked first. Sorry, darlin’, it’s just, lookin’ like you do… you could drive a man crazy.” And in fact, you just might, he thinks. You throw an eye roll and a lazy, lidded gaze his way. 

“Fella, if I look like a lady who’s gonna complain about getting her pussy ate, you got the wrong impression. I’m not gonna get in the way of art,” you trail off, flicking your gaze south, “but I do wanna see you.”

This is usually the part where Arthur would bite back with a no, you really don’t. But the way you said it was just so… sweet. And juxtaposed against the downright filthy thing you’d just said, he couldn’t help but be charmed, and believe you. 

Thought not exactly uncharacteristically, Arthur slid his briefs down silently, like he was waiting for you to say something first. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, thick and slightly veined. It was in moments like these that it really hit you how truly and honestly Arthur didn’t see what there was to love about him. Here he kneels, between your legs, with his solid build and girthy dick, strong jaw and mana blue eyes, having just licked your soul out of your body unprompted, and he’s still nervous. About what, that his dick is small? He must have been in enough public bathrooms by now to know that isn’t true. You take it upon yourself to reassure him. 

You reach down between your legs to stroke his length, trying to seem appreciative, because you are. Thank you Arthur’s parents, and thank you God, for giving this man such a perfect dick. You’re hoping to telekinetically express this feeling to Arthur, as there’s no way in hell you’d ever say that out loud, drunk or not. Between the light drag of of your nails, gentle as can be, and your focused, starry eyes, he kinda gets what you’re trying to convey. Your paramour delicately slides your hand from him, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning your arm back to the bed. 

“Not that I don’t like bein’ in your grasp, baby, but I can think of somewhere else I’d rather be. I think you and I have waited long enough, don’tcha think?” He rumbles, almost possessed by the seductive heartbreaker persona he had in his youth. Arthur can deny it all he likes, but past a certain point, charm comes naturally to him. You take in a deep breath and steel your resolve. 

“I’m ready, Arthur. I want you.” Six words he could live on. Even if it all ended now, if you suddenly rejected him and tried to forget this ever happened, just the memory those six words could sustain him. For a time, anyway. 

He frotted against you, gathering your slick on his cock before using his unoccupied hand to prod the warm, velvety head at your entrance. He leaned down to give you a lingering kiss before continuing eye contact and gently pushing his hips forward. After a short time and a bit of stretch, his head suddenly popped its way inside, making you gasp and squeeze Arthur’s hand. He watched you carefully for any sign of pain before continuing on, letting out a low groan when you’d finally taken him all the way to the base. He angled your hips up, and you could feel his pelvis against your clit as he started shallowly thrusting. He grunted and knitted his brows together a little before cracking a smile for you. 

“Tight, real tight... Relax a little sweetheart, let me in,” you were so hyper focused on Arthur, you hadn’t realized how tense you were. You did a deep exhale, attempting to relax more, and Arthur seemed relieved, and you shot him an apologetic smile. “Not that it don’t feel good honey, but I don’t want this to be over before it’s even begun, y’know?” he glanced to the side, bashful, but not ashamed. 

His thrusts became deeper, and gradually picked up until you were getting pounded. With the steady slap of his balls against your ass, the wet sound from where the two of you were joined, and the repeated moans of Arthur and oh god and fuck AH! coming from you, you felt like this must look like some cheap, cliché porno. Arthur growled and purred against you like a beast in a rut, alternating between attacking your neck with lips and teeth, and worshipping your face with less than coordinated kisses. You wrenched your eyes open to catch his gaze. 

“Does it feel good?” You asked nervously, unusually lacking in confidence. Or maybe you just wanted to play virgin for him, seeing as he made you feel like one. Meanwhile the depth of your compassion and concern for his enjoyment nearly made Arthur blow his load right then and there. 

“Good?” He huffs out, “baby, you got no idea. Incredible, more like. Like yer pussy was made for me.” Arthur wasn’t particularly thinking about what he was saying. Then again, he never really did with you. That was part of what made loving you so easy— it just came naturally to him. 

Your lover’s hips began to stutter more and more as the both of you neared breathlessness, his free hand dipping down to put the rough pad of his thumb against your clit while he stole a glance at where the two of your were connected. 

“You close, darlin’? I am.”

“Oh god— yes, Arthur,” you gasped. 

“Then cum for me. Cum with me.”

The kiss you two shared in that moment would be one to rival the final pages of the Princess Bride in terms of pure love and passion. What an idea for roleplay that would be, huh? With your fluttering walls stroking his cock, Arthur came tumbling with you in ecstasy. His hips were completely and instinctually flush to yours, you’d never felt so full and warm in your life. 

Arthur heaved himself, sweaty and out of breath, off of you to lay at your side and stick to the sheets. For once, he didn’t even consider lighting a cigarette. He wouldn’t dare do anything to distract himself from your complete and total company in that moment. Slowed by liquor and sex, you could already feel yourself drifting off, and it didn’t escape your bedmate, who just sheepishly recalled how much you’d drank and felt a pang of guilt in the back of his head. But that was a problem for tomorrow Arthur, not tonight Arthur. Tonight Arthur just pulled the sheets of his bed up over you before begrudgingly getting out of bed, and coming back with a wet towel and a glass of water. The water was placed gently on the nightstand on your side of the bed, the towel used to clean the both of you. Luckily you had been sleepy and pliable enough not to fuss over the cold of the wet towel, but you did scrunch your nose and pout adorably. 

Arthur, laying on his side and facing you, held your face and kissed your forehead before looking at your eyes, blinking slowly, your eyes spending more time closed than open. 

“You better not forget this tomorrow morning, y’hear?”

“If I do, remind me?”

Arthur could live with that. 

[toziers]

how about a reddie barn party?

“a barn party?”

“yeah.”

“well what is it?”

mike looks at stan. stan looks at bill. bill, wide-eyed, looks back and forth between the two of them. 

“it’s… a party. in a barn.” stan speaks slowly, though the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying desperately not to smile. 

“well i nuh-know that,” bill says in exasperation, and mike lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and laughs, relieved. he knows bill is smart, he knows—the good grades and power essays will prove it—but sometimes bill’s brain cells took vacations. sometimes bill would write the coolest shit in creative writing class: the kinda shit that mike and bev and richie (so, by proxy, eddie as well) liked to read. horror stories, like the slasher films the losers stayed up to watch (ben and stan preferred anything but horror), though bill has a habit of adding corny romantic subplots that appealed more to ben than anyone else. bill would write those, would blow the whole loser’s club away with those, and then turn around and introduce himself as dilliam benbrough. 

his braincells took vacations, but they always came back. 

“i meant what is it fuh-for?” 

mike shrugs. “for fun.”

“why, do you have other plans that day, bill?” stan crosses his arms, and bill grins. 

“i’m in. on wuh-one condition.” 

* * *

“are you kidding me?” eddie scowls. “cowboy attire mandatory?”

“i don’t know why you’re complaining, eds; it’s your fantasy come true. i have two words for you, bro.” richie strikes a pose and the sound of his hand slapping against his thigh is too loud in the small space of the clubhouse. “assless. chaps.”

“take it back, bill, please.” eddie looks at bill helplessly, but bill’s too busy flipping through a Sears catalogue to see it. 

“shuh-should i get classic brown leather style boots? or should i g-go for a buh-bold black instead?” 

bev leans over his shoulder and points to an image on the sheet, her nail polish still wet. “these. they’ll match that plaid you got at the thrifty mart today.” 

eddie turns to mike, eyes desperate, but mike just shrugs. 

“i’ve been looking for a reason to wear my cowboy hat. sorry eddie.” 

richie slaps his thigh again and raises his eyebrows suggestively at eddie. “c’mon cowboy. saddle up, eddie, we’re goin’ full gay cowboy. wanna share a tent with m—.” 

eddie, red with fury (and flushed with embarrassment) punches richie’s shoulder. richie cackles, and cackles, until eddie’s pout twists like he’s holding back his own giggles; until stan turns to mike with a flat look and asks if they can be uninvited. 

“we need eight to square dance, stan.” 

eddie stops mid-tousle with richie and squawks. “we have to dance?” 

bill looks up from his magazine and sighs. “it’s a barn party eddie.” 

eddie flips him off, and this time they all laugh. 

* * *

“oh my god.” 

“wow.”

“holy shit, benny boy!” richie puts his hands on his hips and slowly turns in a circle, surveying the empty barn. “you out-fuckin’-did yourself, now!” 

“richie tozier!” calls a warning voice from the corner, and jessica hanlon gives him the stink eye from thirty feet away. “you watch your mouth while i’m around.”

richie holds up an apologetic hand, though his mouth quivers with the shadow of a smile. “you got it, mrs. h!” 

“nice, richie,” bev smirks. she turns to ben. “seriously ben, this place looks incredible.”

the lights were the hardest part: stringing them up in the rafters, wrapping them around the old wood and across the walls… ben had suffered his share of splinters and spider encounters. it’s a big barn too, and ben’s hands were sweaty from the early june heatwaves (and nerves from the spider encounters). but he’d managed, with the help of mike and his uncle, and now the whole barn was strung with fairy lights and chinese lanterns. 

“it’s dreamy,” bev says, looking ben in the eye as she does. “romantic.” 

ben goes as crimson as the barn and looks at his feet.

“thanks bev.” 

“are you guys gonna’ help set-up or just stand there like raisins on a celery stick?” jessica stands behind the group now, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. “your poor friend is struggling over there and you all are looking at the lights like a bunch of moths.” 

mike turns to where bill’s currently putting up the big banner he and bev painted. well, trying to put up the banner. actually, struggling is really the word he’s looking for. every time bill would get one side taped up he’d walk to the other, but just as he’d get that corner taped down the first side would fall again. mike bites his lip and tries not to smile too wide. 

they all stand there for another few seconds, watching bill continue to struggle, before mike shakes his head and jogs over to help. 

“oh!” bill says as mike pressed his palm to the paper to keep it up as bill fought with the tape dispenser. “th-thanks, mikey.” 

“no problem, bill.” mike watches bill attempt to rip the tape with his teeth. “are you going to the barn party with anyone?”

bill pauses, looks up at mike with the strip of tape still in his mouth. “uhh. the rest of yuh-you guys?”

“i meant as a date.” mike’s face is perfectly calm, but the cage of his rib bones shakes noisily with the thumping of his heart. “are you, you know, going with anyone?”

bill starts fighting with the tape again. “uh, n-no.”

“do you want to go with me?”

bill manages to rip off the tape he needs, and finally secures the poster. mike steps back cautiously from the wall, just in case it decides to fall again. nothing moves. mike looks back to bill, who still hasn’t answered. 

“yes. yuh-yeah.” bill smiles, a soft thing, and nods. “that’d be awesome, mikey.” 

“cool,” mike says, feeling very, very cool. “very cool.” 

* * * 

“whoa, eds, slow down—eddie, damn, what’re you running for?” richie’s keeping up pretty easily with his long legs and therefore long strides, but eddie’s practically jogging at this point and soon richie’s going to have to do the same. “what’s goin’ on, cowboy?”

“don’t cowboy me,” eddie grumbles, his boots making a little click click with every step as the fake spurs tapped against the sidewalk. 

richie stops. “eds, are you mad at me?” eddie’s still walking, albeit a little slower now. “eddie.”

“i’m not mad!” eddie says, madly, though he stops walking too. “i’m just. i’m. ugh!” eddie makes a little noise of frustration and richie tries desperately not to feel so fucking fond about it. “why didn’t you ask me to go with you to the barn party?”

if richie wasn’t already frozen to the spot, that would’ve knocked him out cold. “wh… what? whaddya mean? i’m here, with you, right— “

“but you didn’t ask. you just showed up unannounced like you always do.” 

“well yeah that’s just how it is—”

“but why didn’t you ask?” eddie turns, sparks of red on high cheekbones turned orange in the lamplight. he looks like a puppy, ears turned down and big brown eyes hiding sadness under the brow of anger that covered it. the pieces clicked together in richie’s head. 

“oh. ohhh. i get it.” richie shoves his hands in his pockets. “you wanted to be romanced.” 

“that is not what i said.” 

richie takes a few steps forward. “you wanted me to get down on one knee and lend you my kerchief as an invite to the debutante ball.” richie, playing up the western twang he’s taken on, over-pronounces every syllable in debutante. eddie scoffs to hide the beginning of a laugh. 

“shut up richie, i was just saying—“

“well, mistah edward j. kaspbrak— 

“don’t call me that.”

“— would you do me the honor of bein’ my pardner—“

“i hate you.”

“and accompanyin’ me to the hanlon barn party so i don’t haf’ta ride solo tonight?”

richie’s got his hand cupped under eddie’s chin by now, and the other arm curled loosely around eddie’s waist. in the early twilight glow, richie’s eyes shine with amusement and something else; something that’s always wrapped in every glance sent eddie’s way. love, probably, though eddie’s still scared to say it and richie’s no better. sometimes richie knows he’s in love but he also knows he was in love last year, and the year before, and the year before that one, and every year that goes by richie’s love feels deeper and stronger and real-er. richie used to think love was a peak at the top of a mountain of feelings but being with eddie has him thinking that maybe it isn’t, that maybe love is just a mountain and richie never wants to stop climbing. 

“yes, asshole, of course i want to go to the barn party with you.” eddie’s not even trying to look angry anymore. richie wants to kiss him, and he goes to do so, but the oversized rims of their cowboy hats bump together and it makes them both laugh. 

“gay cowboys sure have it rough, huh?” richie asks. “let’s try that again.” then he tilts his hat back, leans down, and kisses Eddie properly. 

* * *

the lights looked good in the day, but they look downright magical in the dark of night. there’s still a purple tint to the sky, leftover from the stretched out sunset, and though there’s no cracks in the roof to see the stars through, they cast a foggy glow on the grass outside. 

the music is loud, but not too loud, and cheerful, but not overtly so. dancing music, is what it is, and most people are inside making the most out of it. stan’s in there with patty, mike knows—he’d seen them spinning circles around everyone else. mike knows for a fact stan doesn’t take dancing lessons, but the way he and patty swing and dance with such ease and grace makes you think it was practiced. mike just thinks that true love shows in the way you move together. you can always see it in the way people dance. it’s about… well, richie and eddie have it too, and richie’s got two left feet and a tragic lack of the “being able to take things seriously” bone. 

it’s in the way they look at each other, though, the way eddie’s face pulls into a joyous adoration when richie spins him around the room obnoxiously even though he’s telling richie to put me down, put me down! it’s in the way bev brushes her fingers against ben’s when he hands her a cup of punch, and the way ben’s knee lingers when bev’s knee rests against his where they sit on the bench; like every touch is infinite, and worth every second. it’s in the way stan holds patty as they dance, like she’s something to be held, and the way patty holds him just the same. 

fuck, mike knows he’s only eighteen, but he knows what love, true love, looks like. 

“the p-party is inside,” bill says. an adjacent thought to mike’s last, suddenly here before him: bill, in all his plaid and leather fringe glory. mike’s heart, a racehorse poised at the startling line, takes off.

“i needed a break from the line dancing. your mom is kicking my ass.” it’s true. ms. denbrough sure knows how to country-shake it. 

“she was muh-more excited for this than i was,” bill jokes, and then walks the rest of the way from the barn to the edge of the field where mike is standing. 

“you look good.” it’s a bit sudden, maybe, but that thought evaporates when bill lights up with a shy smile. “the cowboy look suits you.” 

“thuh-thanks, mikey.” bill’s hand twitches, like he’s going to reach out, but it stays at his side. “your shirt. it’s a g-good shirt.” 

nice one, denbrough. bill makes a face. 

“i mean yuh-you look strong it it. i mean, handsome. and strong, tuh-too.” bill’s bright pink, and mike couldn’t think him any cuter. “yuh-you know what i mean.”

“i wear this shirt all the time,” mike says, just to see if bill will flush darker. he does.

“yuh-yeah, i know.” 

mike’s eyes flick to the barn and back. out here, the music is muffled, but mike can still tell hear andy williams crooning his familiar tune from the speakers inside. 

“do you want to dance with me, bill?” 

bill’s hand twitches again. “out here?” 

mike nods. bill nods, and mike bets his heart is knocking against his ribs just as hard as the one in mike’s chest. mike offers his hand, and bill takes it, and the next moment mike’s got bill denbrough against his chest as they sway to the easy beat of moon river.

it’s in the way bill steps on my feet, mike thinks. it’s in the way he apologizes every time, even when i just laugh and promise him it’s okay. it’s in the way he keeps apologizing, cheeks flushed and hands curled around mike’s arms, until mike kisses him quiet. 

it’s in the way that mike’s only eighteen, but he knows what love, true love, feels like. 

[everlastingdreams]

Matthew Murdock x Reader : Love Is Blind

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Notes: I once had this idea back in 2016 (yikes) and today I wrote it down. I even send this thing in to a popular imagine blog back then. 

Summary: Reader is invited to her aunt’s yearly christmas party and she asks Matt to pretend to be her boyfriend for the evening to avoid her evil cousins making fun of her even more.

Word Count: 3126 words

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The last few weeks you had dreaded opening your mailbox and taking calls. You knew the moment would come, as it does every year. One morning you went to get your daily post and found an envelope. You recognised the handwriting immediately and your heart sank. This was it, the invitation. Every year your aunt would invite you to her yearly christmas party. And every year, you hated it. It wasn't your aunt's fault, your cousins however were a different thing. They were like the cruel step sisters in Cinderella. In short, they were bullies. Mean to anyone who they believed to be unworthy. You opened the envelope to find a beautiful white card decorated with glitter. Your aunt had good taste when it came to these things, she had even used a stamp with kittens on it. As you read the card you realised your mistake. She was not just inviting you, but also the boyfriend you had mentioned once on the phone to her. You had broken up with said boyfriend a while ago. "Great" you sighed. Now your cousins would certainly make your evening a nightmare. You used to hang out with them when you were younger, but you realised soon that all they did was bring you down. The last straw was one of them seducing your then boyfriend. It made you feel so bad that you have felt insecure since then. You knew they were pretty, everyone knew and so did they. You didn't stand a chance against them when it came to men. You really didn't want them to know that you were still single. And then you decided to do something risky. You found yourself standing in front of the door of Matt's apartment. You had been friends for 2 years now, and you were about to ask him a big favor. There was the possibility of him refusing or even laughing at your question, but anything was better then facing those evil brats alone. You knew Matt's hightened senses would have alerted him to you being there so you knocked. The door opened almost right away. " (y/n). Hi, I wasn't expecting you. You wanna come in ?" He motioned for you to step inside. You were nervous on how to ask this thing "Hi, Matt. Sorry I didn't call before coming here." He closed the door once you were inside "Don't worry about it. It's good to see you." He smiled at you "Do you want something to drink." "You got any beer ?" You blurted out and he seemed a bit suprised. "Wow. Sure, I didn't take you for an early drinker." He walked to his fridge to grab a bottle. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just a bit stressed today." You walked around the room a bit, hoping to calm your nerves. He opened the bottle of beer and handed it to you "Something I can help with?" He sounded worried. You fumbled with the bottle for a bit before taking a sip "About that...that's actually why i'm here." He walked over to you "I had a feeling there was something." "You mean you heard my heart playing like a drummer?" He let out a chuckle and nodded "Well, yeah. Tell me, (y/n). What's this about?" Your fingers were tapping on the bottle "My aunt...uh.. she holds this big party every christmas eve. And she expects me to be there of course. Only this year she expects me to bring someone along." He had a confused expression " (y/n), I don't really understa-" "I am asking you to accompany me to the party." You blurted it out before you would be too scared to ask. His brows shot up "So, you're asking me out ?" He stammered. You waved your hand "No, not exactly...”

“You want me to be your chaperone then ?” his voice wary.

You bit your lip, this was getting really awkward “I'm asking you to pretend to be my boyfriend for the evening." "Oh." He tilted his head "I feel honored that you are asking me, but why exactly do you need a 'fake' boyfriend ?" He was holding in a laugh. You rubbed you arm "I kind of forgot to tell them I broke up with my last boyfriend and now they want me to bring him to the party." “Auwtch.” he cringed “ Why don't you tell your aunt now?”

You took another sip of the beer “ It's complicated. But please, Matt, please help me out. This is very important to me and I'll owe you one, Please ?” you pleaded.

He let his hands rest on his sides and let out a breath “Alright. I'll do it.”

You nearly jumped from excitement when he agreed to accompany you “Thank you so, so much, Matt.” You took three steps before you hugged him. “You just saved me.”

He put a hand on your back and patted “You're very welcome, (y/n).”

You let go off him and headed to the door “I'll call you soon to give you the details and time. Okay?”

“Sounds good.” he chuckled. “See you soon, (y/n).”

You waved, knowing that he would sense it before you left his apartment.

That went better than expected, at least you wouldn't have to show up at the party alone now.

The day of the party had come and you were putting on the dress you had spent hours looking for in the many stores that you had visited. The dress wasn't cheap, this time you wanted to dress to impress. You wondered how your cousins would react to you arriving with Matt.

Even they would realise Matt was handsome, the thought of him being your company for the evening made you smile.

You brushed your hands over your dress, smoothing it out while looking in the mirror one last time.

You took a cab to your aunt's place, and made the cab stop around the corner where Matt was waiting for you. You tipped the driver and got out.

Matt had dressed up for the occasion, wearing a tuxedo and bow tie.

“Bow tie, huh ?” you said as you walked to him.

He touched the bow tie for a moment “ What ? Don't tell me I don't look good with it. I know you would be lying.”

“Alright, smartass. So, you ready for this?” you clapped your hands together.

He gave a quick nod and turned his cane between his fingers “I am. You ?” he asked you as you took hold of his arm.

“Not really, but duty calls.” you stated.

He laughed at your remark “Come on, how bad can it be ?”

“You have no idea..” you murmured.

“What do we tell them if they ask how we met? I don't think we can tell them that you hit me in the head because you thought I was a burglar.” his sarcasm was evident.

You rolled your eyes “First of all, that's what you get for climbing through people's windows in the middle of the night. Second, we will tell them we met at Josie's bar.”

“Got it. And you and I both know I climbed through your window to safe your life from the real burglar.” he corrected you.

“I know, I know. And once again, thank you for saving my life.” you were almost at your aunt's house.

“I am glad I did. Even if you hit me.”

You groaned “Can we just drop that subject, Matt ?”

He laughed and put his hand on your arm as you guided him.

You were in front of the door of your aunt's residence, feeling yourself panic.

“(y/n).” Matt squeezed your arm a bit “Breath.”

With that you drew a deep breath and exhaled. You couldn't back out now.

You rang the doorbell, you were holding on to Matt tightly.

The door went open and you were met by the wide smile your aunt was displaying on her face.

“(y/n) !!!! I am so glad you are here !!!” she held out her arms for a hug and you hugged her.

“Look at you, you've grown !” she beamed.

You shook your head and let out a chuckle “Auntie, you say that every year. And every year I stay the same height.”

She looked at Matt now “Oh my, who is this ?” she gave you a meaningful look.

“Oh, this is-” you started.

Matt held out his hand to her “Matthew Murdock, but please, call me Matt.” his voice smooth and he gave your aunt a smile that looked like he was posing for a magazine.

She seemed to be startled a bit as she took his hand to shake it.

“Well, I am glad you decided to join us this evening, Matt. (y/n) tends to be very discreet about her relationships so I am glad to see that she has indeed good taste. Like me, for example.” she claps her hands together “Aw just look at you two, so young and so in love. It reminds me of me and your uncle when we were young.”

Tears were welling up in your aunt's eyes as she spoke and reminisced about the past. Part of you felt guilty for lying now. But your aunt seemed to be so happy to see you, to see Matt.

“Oh lord, what am I doing, please come inside!” she held the door open so you and Matt could walk inside. “The party is in the garden, I thought it would be better as there are more people then last year.”

“Good thinking, auntie.” you told her as you and Matt made your way to the garden. Your mouth fell open when you stepped into the garden “Wow.” you breathed.

Your aunt had spared no expense this time, there was a large white tent in the middle of the garden that was covering the tables.

There were fairylights all over the tent and the garden. It was beautiful.

“What does it look like ?” Matt asked you and you realise he couldn't actually see it the way you saw it.

“Like a fairytale. There are small soft lights everywhere, and loads of christmas ornaments placed around the garden.” you told him as you walked to the people in the garden.

“Your aunt has good taste in food.” he stated and you looked at him confused before it dawned on you.

“Already after my aunt's apple pie, huh?” you nudged him.

The smile was wiped off your face quickly as you saw your cousins approach the both of you.

Their eyes fell on Matt for a little too long to not be obvious “Well, look who's here. (y/n), love the dress, the color is a bit last season though.” she said.

“But we know you don't keep up with fashion, bless your heart.” the other chimed in.

You swallowed when you heard their remarks “Good to see you guys too.” you feigned a smile.

“Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend ?” they were both eyeing up Matt at this point.

You shook your head “Of course, this is Matt. My.. boyfriend.” saying it felt... odd.

They stared at you in disbelieve “Your boyfriend ?” one of them asked.

“That's correct.” Matt now held out his hand to them “I'm (y/n)'s boyfriend. Pleased to meet you.” you noticed the tone of Matt's voice had changed.

They both shook his hand a little too long, and you started to feel irritated.

“Attention everyone !!!!” you heard your aunt's voice “Please make your way over to the tables, dinner is being served.”

“I guess we will be getting to know each other better over dinner then.” your cousin said to Matt and both your cousins were giggling as they walked away.

At this point you already wanted to leave this party, but you didn't want to disappoint your aunt, knowing how much work she must have put into all of this.

“I'm starting to understand why you asked me to come with you.” Matt said as you walked with him to the tables.

You didn't answer, you were too upset already. Somehow seeing your cousins flirt with Matt like that made you feel miserable. Old memories of them taking away all the boys you once had a crush on were resurfacing. Why was this bothering you so much ? Matt was your friend, it's not like he was really your boyfriend. This was as close to a relationship you would ever get with Matt, a pathetic lie.

Not like you stood a chance against any of your cousins now that they had aimed their arrows on him.

You leaded Matt to a place at the table that wasn't too close to your cousins, yet still close enough to hear them sadly.

Matt stopped you by holding your arm and pulled the chair from the table for you.

“Thank you.” you sat down. He folded up his cane and took place next to you.

“Is your aunt's apple pie as good as it smells ?” his mood was merry. The opposite of your own.

You shrugged your shoulders “It is.”

You sat in silence, making circles in your soup with the spoon. You had lost your appetite quicker than last year.

Matt tried to make some small talk with your uncle who was sitting next to him, often trying to get you to join the conversation. His attempts were in vain.

The table was filled with people talking about different topics and at one point it got a bit quieter and that's when you heard it.

Your cousins were clearly gossiping about you, at first you tried to ignore it, as you had always done. But then you heard it.

“She can only get a guy if he's blind.” one of them said.

It felt as if the air was punched out of you. You bit the inside of your cheek, and put the spoon you were holding down.

Matt had tilted his head to the side.

You shoved the chair you were sitting on back, you had to get away from everyone as you felt yourself starting to shake.

“(y/n)...” Matt's hand was on yours instantly.

“I'm... I'm just going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.” your voice was wobbly when you spoke.

He let go off your hand, he didn't seem pleased.

You got up from the table and made your way inside the house, you closed the door and were standing in the kitchen now.

The tears you were trying to fight were now falling and you tried to control you sobbing. You walked further in the house, hoping the noise of the party would fade-out the noise of you crying.

You sat down on the steps of the stairs in the house as you tried to control yourself.

The way your cousins had said it hit you hard. The worst part is, they were right. None of the other guys you had once shown interest in had chosen you. None of them. They always choose one of your cousins.

And you hated to think it, but what if Matt had not been blind ?

Would he be like the others and forget about you ?

You let your head fall in your hands and focused on your breathing.

The sound of footsteps almost made you jump, you looked and saw Matt approaching.

Great. Could this evening get any worse ?

“Sometimes I wish you didn't have such a good sense of hearing.” your voice was weak as you spoke.

He walked to you “Sometimes I wish that too. Especially when I hear you cry.”

You wiped your tears away with your hand “I'll be fine, Matt. You should go back to the party, I dragged you here after all.”

He was leaning against the stairs now “You didn't drag me here, (y/n). I wanted to come.”

“You must think I'm pathetic. Making my family believe I actually have a boyfriend.” you scoffed.

“No, (y/n)..” he sighed “I heard what they said back there, about you.” he came to sit next to you on the steps and put a hand on your back.

You burried your head in your hands, you wished he hadn't heard that.

“They are right, Matt.” your voice was wobbly again.

He chuckled lightly “I am pretty sure they are not.”

You groaned “No, Matt. You don't understand.” you shook your head “Every guy I ever dated, every guy I have been remotely interested in, every one of them all chose my cousins over me. And it won't be long before-” you stopped before the words could roll from your mouth.

He noticed your sudden silence “....before what ?”

You breathed in and closed your eyes “Before you choose one of them too and forget all about me.”

Matt fumbled with the cane in his hand before he directed himself to you “You think I will choose someone else over you ?”

His choice of words was odd and it grabbed your attention as you looked at him. You could only nod.

“Permission to speak freely ?” he leaned to you.

You nodded again.

“I'd rather be deaf too than date your cousins, (y/n). Sitting at the table with them was enough.” he smiled at you widely “And... don't take this the wrong way but..”

“Oh god, it never ends well when you start a sentence like that.” you interupted him.

He chuckled and continued “But.. I am glad those other guys choose your cousins.”

You furrowed your brows “Excuse me?”

“No wait..” he held up his hand in defeat, noticing his mistake “I am glad they did. Because if they hadn't, I wouldn't be sitting here with you now. You would be here with some other lucky guy.”

You looked at him as you realised what he was saying.

“What I'm trying to say, in a pretty poor way, is that I wish I was here with you but not as your fake boyfriend.”

“As what then ?” you prayed he was trying to tell you what you thought he was trying to tell you.

“How about next year, we go to your aunt's party, but I'll be your boyfriend for real ?”

“Is this your smooth way of asking me to be your girlfriend, Matt ?” you felt like your heart was going to burst.

“I am doing this poorly, aren't I ?”

You laughed lightly “Why wait 'till next year ?”

A smile spread on both your faces “Good question.” his finger lifted up your chin and his lips brushed yours. “I guess that's a 'yes' then?” he smirked against your lips.

You nodded and he kissed you again.

[raph8sblog]

💫Dreaming Of You 💫Part II.

 It was the most horrible week of your life, it felt like everything crumbling into pieces and you lost control. During your friendship with Felix, you were always aware of the fact that one day, he will eventually fall in love and leave you behind but you weren’t prepared yet. You just got back your amazing friend and now, it’s seemed that nothing will be the same ever again. Your chest felt heavy everyday and you couldn’t think about anything else just him... All day and all night, just him.... His perfect smile, those little freckles around his nose, what you adored dearly. But, the worst thing was still, that horrbile thought, which kept you awake at nights. How does she looks like? 

Sure, she is pretty, with long legs, and slim waist, her skin should be pale and clear, like a spotless glass. These thoughts tormented you and the question was always repeating on your mind: I want to be like her, how can I be like her?  Of course, you didn’t want to show your sadness to the world, nor to Felix. But, your texts with him became shorter and shorter day by day. He was busy with practises and when he had time, he naturally wanted to spend with his new girlfriend. You had time to yourself, everything was the same, like the first month, when you came to Seoul. Loneliness was your only company. 

At mornings, you went to the university, tried to forget him, pass the time with learning, rather than waiting for him to message you. At afternoons you went to the library, but quickly you realised reading love novels, didn’t ease your mind, it’s just put more pressure on your heart. At nights, you watched horror movies, and avoid every romcom, what you previously started. At the beginning it helped you to distract yourself but after a while, it became way too scary for you. 

One particular night, you heared strange noises from upstairs, which was a little bit unusual since no one lived on the top floor. You lived in the outer side of the city, in a small rent, and the buliding wasn’t that fancy as well. The housekeeper ajumma warned you to check always the windows, that all of them is properly closed, because in the neighbourhood there were a lot of burglary. So, after the horror movies with your broken heart, you were more than afraid. 

“ Keep your calm Y/N, maybe it’s just a cat or something else, that floor is absolutely uninhabited... Omo, what if ghosts are living there?” - you thought to yourself while covering your head with the bedsheets. You couldn’t sleep that night, also when something loudly cracked on the upper floor, your imgination went wild and you almost had a panick attack. 

Next day, you were tired and grumpy. You left your flat in a hurry, because you were already late. Before heading to the university, you checked your phone for the last time, just like you expected there weren’t any message from Felix. You sighed and just gave up every remanining hope. 

“He doesn’t wants to be my friend anymore? What if his girlfiend told him, that she is not happy, if he is with me? Felix, you really forget our friendship for that girl, right? Well, I guess I can understand this, I’m not mad... I’m sure, I am nothing compared to her...” - you shooked your head, these depressing thoughts can’t bring you down today! You will have a presentation today, also you have to learn for your approaching exams. You have no time for this useless meditation on Felix’s relationship. It’s his business only, you should be happy and supporting, because if he is screaming from joy, you should scream from joy as well, not from the pain and betrayal, you felt. 

You got an excellent grade for your presentation, you were more that satisfied so you decided to treat yourself in a nearby cafe, with a frappucino and with a blueberry muffin. While, you were eating, you started learning for the exams as well. Time passed easily, you spent two hours in the cafe, listening to music and reading the notes from your lectures. You almost felt asleep, when your phone ranged and it’s really frightened you: 

- Halo? - you said to the phone with a big yawn. 

- Y/N? Where are you? I texted you thousand times! - you heard a familiar deep voice, from the other side. 

- Felix... What’s up?  You sounds mad...

- I’m in serious trouble, you have to help me out! NOW! 

- Uhm, but I have work to do. You know, I’m not an idol, I’m just an ordinary university student! - you sounded so unfriendly, your jelousy was more than noticeable. 

- Please, help me, just once! Y/N I need you now! 

- Kay, what should I do for you Felix? - you said , regreting your behaviour. 

- I was on a date with Mia... - you just only hear your name for the first time, but what the heck? Her name was cute as well! Your stomach made a flip from all the repressed emotions. 

- And the boys called me, we have a photoshoot today for Gone Days and I totally forgot it! I said to Chan, that I was with you and I lost my sense of time! He said it’s okay and I should bring you as well if we are together! I don’t know, maybe acted strange and they are suspecting it! 

- Calm down Felix, it’s okay, you just have to say that I have an exam and I had t to learn, that’s why I didn’t come there. - you have absolutely no mood to go and meet with the boys, in your current situation. You looked terrible because of the lack of sleep, you were in a rush so you couldn’t put any makeup on. It’s sounded like a nightmare: go there, like this and make fun of yourself infront of all these damn pretty boys? No way! No fucking way! Even for Felix, you can’t do it! 

- Y/N please, I’m asking you with all of my heart! You promised, that you will help! They will think, I just made up the whole thing as an excuse if you are not coming with me... A week passed since we last talked and a lot of things happened, I also spent some nights at Mia’s flat, I’m pretty sure, they are suspecting something! - now your heart made a slip, he really spent a whole night with that girl, not just one, more? You weren’t prepared for this news. Still, you couldn’t refuse it anymore, you were to weak to say no to Felix. 

- I’m coming, where is the photoshoot? 

- I will send the details right away! You are my real angel Y/N! I love you so so much! - he said it, before hanging up. He loved you, but just as a friend, nothing more and it wasn’t enough for you.  You felt yourself as a complete fool. 

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Okay, so you thought you will never ever feel the same way like you did in high school. But, life suprised you again, this time, not in a pleasant way. When you got into the building, where the photoshoot was held, all of your remaining self confidence washed away with an instant. The studio was furnished as a classroom with colorful walls, which became even brighter thanks to all the reflectors. The boys gathered around the photographer, who gave them instructions. 

- Heyyy Y/N!! Long time, no see my aussie sister! - Chan embraced you cutely. You awkwardly hugged him back. 

- Hi Chris, h-how have you been? - you stutterd, he looked breathtakingly good, like a model, straight out of a magazine. You were more than amazed! 

- I’ve been so busy lately! Like oh man, I just wanna sleep so bad! What about you? - the truth is that you felt like shit, but it’s not appropiate to say it out loud, because the other half might ask you why are you feeling like that and then, you have to explain it what troubling you or just simly lie something. But it’s a better option to start with a lie right a way: 

- I’m good, just a little tired, you know, because of all the uni stuff... 

- Yeah, you seem a little bit pale!  hope you are not skipping meals because of the exams. 

- Thanks for worrying Chan, but I’m really okay! - you reasured him with a cheerful tone. Felix had to leave, the makeup artist were waiting for him, so you hided in one of the dressing rooms. Jisung and Minho accompanied you as well, they were laying on the couch in each other’s arms like a cute, newly wed couple. You smiled sweetly at the sight of them. 

You started to feel a comfortable calmness in your heart, maybe after all,  the fact that Felix has girlfriend is no longer frightening for you. You couldn’t help but wonder, why he is wants to keep his relationship in a secret, infront of the others? They seemed supportive and kind towards Felix, so you thought, it would be better if he was willing to tell them about it. 

- How come that she is here? - you turned towards the door, Hyunjin rushed in for a bottle of water and he wasn’t that happy to see you there. 

- Felix brought her. - Minho replied sluggishly while watching a video with Jisung. 

- Why on earth he is brought her here? This is a private photoshoot, what if she leaks out the informations about our new concept? It won’t be a suprise to the fans! - you were more than exhausted for Hyunjin’s stupid manners now. 

- I won’t do that, I promise to you! - you raised your pinky at him but he just rolled his eyes: 

- I don’t like that Y/N, you are so clingy with Felix, because of you he was late from the photoshoot! Why are you guys spend so much time together, you two are secretly dating or what? - his fake eyebrow piercing just made him look even more rude in your eyes and now that he mentioned Felix and teared apart all the wounds in your heart again, you were more than furious: 

- Please, just leave me alone! 

- Yes Hyunjin, just let her be! Why are you so mean to her anyway? Even if he is dating with Felix, it’s none of your business. - Jisung just said exactly the same, what you wanted to. 

- That’s right but I’m not dating him and I will never date him... - it was so lame, so so lame, that you actually thought you are going to scream but you said this out loud sobbing like a cry baby. 

- Are you crying now? - Minho asked astonished. 

- No, I’m just... The air is so dry here, my eyes became teary...

- This is like the worst soap opera, what I have ever seen. I better hurry up, instead of listening to her self-pity! I have to save the world with my visual! - a sight of relief left your lips, when he went out from the dressing room. “ I wanna go home... What’s the time now? I was so stupid when I decided to come here!”

You couldn’t say goodbye to him, because he was busy posing for the pictures, so you just left without a word. Lucky for you, on your way home, you couldn’t think about anything else just your bed, you were so tired, the one thing you wished for is a whole day, that you can spend in your room alone without anyone bothering you. 

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The night was chilly, you could see your breath in the air, in the dim light of the street lamps, you walked alone to your house. When you stepped infront of your flat’s door, you realized something is not quite right... The door was open, your heart started beating faster in your chest, you couldn’t hear anything else just the rush of blood in your veins, when you carefully grabbed the handle. It was like a real horror movie, and after your hard day, is this really happening with you? You were too young to die by ghosts or burglars. The window was wide open as well, the curtains were floating on the back of the cool breeze. You lit the lamp wiht your trembling hands, and you examined the place, your laptop was on your writing desk, where you left it, also your jewellery box was untouched but someone was here and you knew it, because there were footprints on the white carpet: 

“ But, why? For what aim? Perhaps, someone have been watching me? Spying me? The upper floor, maybe from there, it wasn’t my imagination, I heard someone!” - you were so scared, you almost stumbled down from the stairs. It was truly awful! You rushed down to the houskeeper ajumma to tell her about what happened. She called the police immediately, but you were still in shock after the fearful discovery, you wanted to call your family and tell them what happened but for some reason the first number, what you dialed, was Felix: 

- Woah Y/N you read my mind! I wanted to call you and say thanks for today! I was sad, that you left earlier! 

- Felix... Something terrible happened with me! Someone broke into my flat! - there was a silence for a moment: 

- What?! Really? Wait for me, I’m coming to your flat! Don’t be alone there! 

- More precisely, I’m outside now with the housekeeper, we are waiting for the police to arrive, but strangely he didn’t take my values. I wonder why, why he was there then? 

- Maybe someone distrurbed him, and he had to leave.... 

- No, it’s I heard someone yesterday from upstairs, but the upper floor is uninhabited!! - the chill runed down to your spine, it’s really sounded like a horror movie. It’s crazy and mind blowing! 

Felix was still someone, who could rely on in the worst situation. He was there in no time, covering your trembling form with his jacket like a real life prince. You didn’t have to face the policeman alone, he was on your side when they asked you out about the incident. You told them, when you left the flat this morning and what you experienced the last night, the ajumma was more than suprised when she heard about the loud noises upstairs. 

- This is all? - you nooded and the policeman noted all of your informations. Then, they went up to your flat to check the lock on your door and the top floor. 

- Aigoo, you must be tired, I think it’s not safe to spend the night here, after what happened today.... Is there a place you can go dear Y/N? - the ajumma asked you. 

- Maybe a sauna hotel... - none of your body parts desired to sleep on the hard floor with a lot of strangers, after this long day. But, did you have any other choice? You didn”t have any place to go. Then, Felix spoke up: 

- You can sleep at the dorm with me. My bed is not that small, however I share a room with Changbin, but you seemed to like him. - your eyes widened: 

- I’m not sure, you know, I’m afraid, the others might not like the idea! 

- Someone just break into your flat and you are worrying about what the others think about this? Please Y/N be more selfish just once! Moreover all of my bandmates likes you! 

- Hyunjin wouldn’t say that. I’m 100% sure, that he feels irritated by me! - you never shared your concern about his unfriendliness with Felix before, but now it was necesarry. 

- Enough talking, gather your most important things together and let’s go to the dorm! 

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It was so uncomfortable, of course you couldn’t bear the thought that you have to share a bed with Felix, also you didn’t want him, nor Changbin to spend the night on the living room’s couch. Felix argued with you for a long time, before he gave up and allowed you to do as you pleased after he dragged you all the way at the dorm. You shocked everyone with the story, before going to sleep. So, right now, here you are as the main victim of this unlucky day, on the couch, which was suprisingly more convenient than you imagined... 

Everything around you was engulfed in deep silence. Through the windows, you could see how the skyscrapers lined up, but the stary sky was covered with dust clouds. Your eyes felt heavy, regardless you couldn’t sleep again, with your raging thoughts about the burglary. Why is it happened? What’s the reason behind it? You looked up at the ceiling, you counted imaginary stars to make yourself a little bit calmer. The only thing, which eased your mind a little bit, was the blanket over you, which was Felix’s fluffy blanket, and it held his refined scent. However it’s gave you another question, without answer: why you were so madly in love with him? It’s time, to let go of him forever, there is no chance, and never been... Still, you hold this blanket close to your heart, as the only remedy. 

“I should clear my head... I can’t sleep like that!” - you stood up from the coach and fixed your flower patterned night dress, it was the only acceptable pyjamas that you owned. But still, it didn’t look good. Whatever, you were never the seductive type.

 You walked into the kitchen and sat down next to counter, you are not sure why you came there, maybe just to pass the time, or maybe because it wasn’t next to the bedrooms so no one can hear your pathetic crying sounds? Because of course, you wanted cry! You wanted to cry so bad, one week ago as well, when Felix told you on the roftop that he is in love with somebody else, you also wanted to cry when Hyunjin was harsh with you earlier, and you indeed wanted cry when this shocking burglary happened to you! You are human as well, a really unfortunate one. 

Maybe you should just go and buy a plane ticket and left this city behind forever, gave up the uni and just go home! These ideas really made you cry out everything but at least, it felt comforting. You buried your cheeks in your hands, and you let out the nervousness. Literally, your sobbing echoed through the quite walls. 

While you were deep in sadness, someone came in and turn on the light, you panicked, and almost fell down from the chair: 

- What. the... - Hyunjin asked dismayed and then he realized he was wearing a cute, pink  headband with cat ears on it infront you, he quickly covered his face and turned around shyly: 

- Sorry... - you said delicately. 

- Don’t look at me!!! - he commanded with panick in his voice. You didn’t say a word, just quietly rose up from your place: 

- Wait.... Y/N... I have to tell you something.,. - you stopped and looked back at him, what does he wants to say to you so suddenly? 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader -“The Golden Boxers”

The Joker stumbled on the gold boxers by accident and didn't even care for them until he realized they have some kind of strange power over Y/N. What is a man supposed to do with such intoxicating ability? He's going to use it, of course. 

1.  First contact

Gotham’s royal couple is choosing some new clothes for their wardrobe at “Sauvage Coeur”, a very chic boutique belonging to one of The Joker’s business partners. The venue is closed to the public for the night, this way Y/N and her boyfriend can roam around and enjoy the shopping spree.

“What about this shirt, Pumpkin? Do you think this purple shade is too light for my skin tone? Should I get it?” J asks for your opinion, not sure he wants it yet.

“…U-hum…” you reply, completely absent minded.

“OK then, I’ll take it,” he adds the item to the pile in the cart and gazes your way just to see you staring at a mannequin wearing a pair of golden boxers next to the “Intimate Apparel” male section.

You seem totally smitten, almost in a trance.

Y/N grabs some socks from a nearby display table and rolls them in a hurry, stuffing them inside the underwear afterwards.

“Pretty close,” you grin to yourself and The Joker is confused.

“What are you doing, Princess?!”

“This…” you point out towards the plastic model, “…this would look great on you!” the excited girlfriend shouts.

“Hmm…” he huffs, analyzing the skimpy, tight boxers. He takes more socks from the table and shoves them inside the garment, finally pleased on how the crotch appears. “That’s more like it,” J grins, full of confidence. “Size matters, Pumpkin!”

“Oh!” you enthusiastically exclaim because it is actually closer to the truth. Your eyes are so big and you seem so captivated he reads the tag out of pure curiosity:

“One of the kind, made out of 24 karat gold thread. Exclusive for our boutique. Price: 10,000 dollars.”

“I guess I’ll take them,” J lifts his shoulders up because why not?

He loves gold anyway.

2. Discovering the Hidden Powers 

The Joker crawls in bed next to you, resting his chin on your arm.

“What are you reading, Doll?” he pretends to be interested in your magazine.

“Meh, boring things,” you sigh and glare his way, ignoring the fact that he’s naked. Y/N goes back to turning pages while J sulks, not happy about your reaction.

He pulls down on the strap of your lacy nightgown and you pull it back up, kissing his forehead in the process.

“Not tonight, baby. I have a terrible headache.”

“Do ya’?” he squints his eyes, suspicious on the reason. “I must point out that shopping for new clothes tonight got me quite aroused, especially after you tried on those pretty dresses,” he lifts your already short nightgown higher, softly pecking your thigh.  

“Maybe tomorrow, hm? I really do have a terrible headache,” you explain and go back to reading.

The King of Gotham pouts more, his pride hurt after the obvious rejection.  

“Fine!” he growls and rolls out of bed, grabbing the freshly washed boxers waiting on his side of the bed, getting ready to sleep since it’s clear he won’t do anything else this evening. One leg goes in, then the other. The soft fabric hugs his hips and…

“Oh!” you gasp and ogle J as he adjusts his pillows, suddenly paying attention. You scoot over, biting your lip so hard it hurts. “You look really sexy in this,” you walk your fingers on his abs, seductively battering your eyelashes.

“Do I?” he sneers, in a bad mood because you told him no moments ago.

“Yeah…” you gulp and slide on top of him, starting to kiss him in a frenzy.

“I thought you have a headache,” The Joker points out and you don’t even remember uttering the words.

“It’s gone now!” you scream with such determination there is no doubt about it.

Interesting…, your boyfriend has time to think before his Queen goes crazy on him.

Not bad for a woman that just miraculously got rid of a migraine in a few seconds. A true mystery!

3. More Powers

The next morning J is roaming around in his gold boxers, searching for one of his guns. You keep on following him like a lost puppy.

“You need something, Pumpkin?” he frowns, not understanding why you’re acting weird.

“Nope,” you fastly reply, pinching his butt when he bends over to peek under the sofa in the living room.

The Joker kind of jumps, rubbing the sore spot.

“Auch!”

In the two hours since he’s been up, his butt wrapped in the golden fabric got slapped, pinched and groped more than humanly possible. Not that he doesn’t enjoy the extra attention.  

“Stop it, Y/N! What got into you?” he scoffs, groping you back.

“Nothing,” you innocently answer, playing with your hair.

“I’m going to go take a shower, wanna join me?” he takes the underwear off and you have a change of heart.

“I already took a shower before you woke up, plus my headache returned. I’ll go make coffee, OK?” the Queen loses interest and heads towards the kitchen.

The Joker wants to test a theory building up in his mind and slips into the enchanted underwear again.

“Are you sure, Princess?”

You turn around to say “yes” but your brain can’t focus when you see The Clown Prince of Crime with the glorious flimsy garment.

“Oh!” escapes your mouth and you get rid of your nightgown and bikini so quickly he almost missed it.

You rush in his arms, dragging him towards the master bathroom.

“Come on baby, hurry up. I wanna have some fun too,” you impatiently cling to him and J sarcastically chuckles:

“I thought your headache returned!”

“It’s gone,” you nonchalantly conclude and push him through the opened door, not being able to control the urge of making him yours.

I might be onto something here, J debates before Y/N makes him forget about the newly discovered feature of the magical golden boxers.

4. Booby trap

Frost is waiting for his boss to get ready and The Joker wants a guy’s opinion regarding his hypothesis, that’s why he decides to ask the clueless bodyguard a few questions.

J emerges from the walk-in closet in his underwear, halting a few steps away from Jonny.

“So what do you think Frost?” he grouchily sucks on his silver teeth. 

“About what, sir?” the henchman is not sure what’s going on.

The Joker gestures towards his mid-section and Jonny panics.

Oh my God, a booby trap! What do I say?!  flickers in his brain because when The King of Gotham asks trick questions you better give him the correct answer, otherwise you’re a goner.

“Looks very…e-hem… nice on you, boss!” Frost confidently blurs out.

“How nice?”

Shit! This is a Mega Booby Trap! Jonny thinks and starts sweating. Slightly, but he’s starting to. Why?

The Joker’s Mega Booby Traps or MBT’s (as the crew named them) are very dangerous to get out of and lethal to a fault.

“Very nice, sir! Gold suits you.”

“Hmmm…” J sneers, not particularly thrilled with his bodyguard’s reply. “If you were a woman, for example Y/N, would you go ballistic at the sight of these boxers?”

Fuck! An Extra Mega Booby Trap !!! I’m screwed ! Frost loses the track of his thoughts, seeing the imminent end galloping his way. Why?

The Joker’s Extra Mega Booby Traps or EMBT’s (as the team named them) are the hardest to escape with your life: if the boss doesn’t like the first letter of the first word coming out of your mouth, you can kiss your existence goodbye.

Jonny takes a deep breath, already picturing his funeral:

“Only a sophisticated and refined woman like Y/N would know, sir!”

J puckers his lips, deeming the response to be acceptable for his wacky standards.

“I supposed she would…” the green haired plague announces before walking back into the closet.

Frost feels the need to sit down, entirely drained after the experience.

He has no idea yet, but after today he will become a legend among his peers: the first one to ever survive The Joker’s horrific EMBT. They will even open a blog in his honor, entitled: “Jonny Frost, The Unsung Champion of EMBT’s and Other Crap He Survived.”

5.  Karma

The King and Queen returned to “Sauvage Coeur” boutique because they both want to choose something special for their date night.

You didn’t find a dress yet.

“What about this red one, baby?” you inquire, maybe he can help out with a decision.

“…Yeah…,” J’s flat opinion reaches your ears.

“Alright, I’ll take it,” you conclude and gaze his way just to see him standing in front of a mannequin dressed with a gold bra plus matching thong next to the women’s “Intimate Apparel” section.

The Joker seems hypnotized, almost in a daze.

He finally snaps out of it and grabs a few socks from the display table nearby, rolling and stuffing them in the bra.

“Close enough,” J smiles, incapable of taking his eyes off the golden top and bottom.

“What are you doing?!” you skeptically interrogate.

“This would look awesome on you!” he purrs, already imagining you wearing the two-piece he would love to take off your body as soon as possible.

“I don’t know…” Y/N hesitates but rolls more socks that she places in the bra, backing out to see the results. “That’s more like it. Size matters, J !”  

“Daddy loves,” The Joker purrs louder and he’s so excited it makes you read the tag although you don’t care for the outfit:

“One of the kind, made out of 24 karat gold thread. Exclusive for our boutique. Price: 12,000 dollars.”

“I suppose it won’t hurt to add this to my wardrobe,” you accept to get it because why not?

You like gold anyway.

6. Flip side of the coin

The Joker didn’t pay attention to you after the date last night. He locked himself in the office all day and ordered not to be disturbed since he’s planning an important heist. You sure missed him and you realized how much the second he showed up to go to sleep; your boyfriend seems pissed and that makes him more delicious.

“Hi baby,” you shove yourself into him and kiss his neck, cuddling under the covers.

“Not tonight, Y/N! I’m tired!” he growls and pushes your hand away.

He hears you whimper, the spoiled Princess kind of fake cry.

“But you didn’t pay attention to me since this morning,” you complain and slide your fingers in his sweatpants.

“I’m tired, woman! Are you deaf?!” he snaps, ready to give you the speech about his manhood and how the crown jewelry works on his terms, not yours. He will definitely underline that there’s nothing you can do: when the King says no, it’s no. “I told you before, Y/N…” he initiates the rant and you try to avoid it.

“Fine, fine, I get it! OK? Fine!” you get annoyed also and dart out of bed. “If you must know, I went through the trouble of washing the stupid gold bra and panties for you. Almost broke a nail when I started the washing machine. A nail !!! Can you imagine the scare?!” the irritated Y/N mumbles, letting the silky robe she’s wearing fall on the floor. “My heart skipped a beat, J! It was terrible and you were in your office, not given a damn!” you continue to admonish, unaware The Joker’s heart skipped a beat also since now he can see the revealing gold two-piece acquired from the boutique yesterday.

“Which nail?” J suddenly pretends to be interested since he pretty much distinguished only that part; the rest went blank.

You lean over to show him your pinky, sulking.

“This one.”

“My Poor Pumpkin,” The Clown Prince of Crime whispers, carefully squeezing it like it’s about to explode. “Does it hurt?” he displays a seductive smirk as he pulls you on top of him.

“Not anymore…I thought you were tired,” you wiggle to escape when his arms go up and down your back, certainly wishing to initiate something.

“Me?! Tired?! When did I say that?” he grinds his teeth, forcefully holding the feisty pain in the ass.

“Just did!” you squirm harder, breaking free and distancing yourself from him.

“You must be hallucinating, Y/N,” The Joker gets on his elbow, intrigued.

You’re intrigued too: all the wrestling made his sweatpants glide lower on his hips, exposing the top part of the golden boxers.

“Oh!” you gasp and your reaction makes J remember he’s wearing the secret weapon. With a swift move he removes the pants and he’s not even finished when you basically attack him.

I think I possess a weapon of mass destruction, The Joker contemplates before not being able to concentrate anymore.

I think I found a weapon for total annihilation, Y/N reflects since her vigilance noticed the switch in her boyfriend’s mood as soon as he saw her in the golden minimal attire. Further testing will be required.

7. Another booby trap

You summoned Frost to the Penthouse, probably in regards to the heist J is planning. A fool’s expectations…Not even close!

Jonny steps out of the elevator and freezes: Y/N is waiting for him, wearing nothing more than the golden two piece. Frost immediately feels he’s about to faint, his eyes tensely searching around for the deadly threat.

“J is not here,” you correctly guess the reason for his anxiety.  

Jonny leans on the coffee table closest to him, avoiding looking at you but it’s hard not to.

“Frost!” you sulk. “As a man, what do you think about this outfit, hm?”

OH. MY. GOD! Another Booby Trap!!! Why me??? the bodyguard is on the verge of a nervous  breakdown, imagining how cute he’s going to look in his silver casket. Already picked the color. Why?

Y/N’s Booby Traps are by far the most atrocious you can come across besides The Joker’s.

“Ummm… It looks stunning on you, Y/N!” Jonny stiffens and his luck has left him.

“How stunning?” you lift your left eyebrow in contempt, displeased with the short reply.

Fuck me, a Colossal Booby Trap!!! runs through his mind, believing the cemetery on Gimmer Street has the best tombs available. Why?

Y/N’s Colossal Booby Traps or CBT’s (as the team named them) are plain and simple death sentences: one single sound that comes out of you wrong and you’re history.

“Impressively stunning, gold is your color for sure!” Jonny affirms with the utmost flair.

The Queen sniffles, meditating on his answer.

“So Frost, if you were J, would you immediately want me no matter what right in the moment you see this skimpy lingerie?”

Lord have mercy, a Gigantic Booby Trap!!! and the room starts spinning as he hopes somebody will bring flowers to his grave. Why?

Y/N’s Gigantic Booby Traps or GBT’s (as the gang named them) offer no possibility of an escape: if you make it to round three like he did, you’re literally dead.

“Only a person with amazing swag and class like Mister Joker would know,” Jonny babbles a bunch of nonsense since he reached the end of the line.

You roll your eyes and arrogantly push him out of your way, scoffing:

“Hmm… I suppose he would!”

Frost watches you walk upstairs, his heart racing like crazy.

He has no idea yet, but after today he will become more than a legend among his peers: a living and breathing myth! The first one to ever survive Y/N’s horrific GBT! They will even open a second blog in his honor, entitled: “Jonny Frost, The Ultimate Victor of GBT’s and Other Shit He Survived.”

Gotham’s true hero! Batsy has nothing on him. 

And that’s a verified fact.

Also read: Masterlist 

http://diyunho(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

[tumblunni]

Hhhh bunni legs pain accomplishment day

I HAVE FINISHED THE SHOPPING OF HELL

Tfw u only get paid 4 days before christmas and have to rush everything aaaa

It was bad enough today so i'm so glad i got it done before it got even more busy!

Misc boring essentials i bought for myself: new phone charger cos broken, new trousers cos i spilt hair bleach on my only two pairs, new shoes cos my left shoe literally snapped in half down the middle like wtf even happened there, cheap pink hair dye from a discount store cos i wanna try different colours but in a thrifty way

Now for EXCITING CHRISTMAS PRESENT TIME!!!!

First off SO MANY pc and xbox 360 games from Every Charity Shop In Cardiff, St Mellons, Rumney and Llanrumney. My sis has been trying to find some games to play but was like 'dont worry about it i can just wait til the charity shop gets something good'. So i thought i'd get some stocking stuffers via all the charity shops on my side of town. By our powers combined we will blitz the entire vale of glamorgan's discount gaming scene!!! I found SO MANY good stuff for £1/£2/£3 like holy shit i love when charity shops dont know the proper price for shit XD

speaking of which i also found a WEBCAM for £2! If its that cheap it probanly isnt great but itd still be fun to play around with! :D and the same store also had an old vintage G1 My Little Pony coffee mug in excellent condition. Oh god the nostalgia! My support worker gave me a lift to llanrumney so i had to awkwardly explain why i had an armful of weird 80s mugs and big teary eyes!

Speaking of vintage, i found this new vintage toys and games shop in cardiff called Galactic Attic! The name hooked me in and then they actually DID have pokemon inside! As well as all sorts of stuff ranging from 40s to 90s, wow! There was even a lil pile of old 90s gaming magazines in the corner, covered up by a bunch of boxes. I'm glad i noticed them! I got the announcemt issues for pokemon diamond pearl and platinum in a weird old pokemon fan magazine that i loved as a kid. Im kinda sad that nowadays we just have one official magazine fpr each console and not the wild madness of amateaur journalists failing horribly to get news from japan. Shame they didnt have Beckett Pokemon cos that one was infamous fot drawing its own terrible interpretations of pokemon sprites to avoid copyright. And speaking of terrible, they even had bootleg pokemon!! I talked to the cashier and he was like "you know those are fake right" and i was like "yeah its so nostalgic thats why i want em" and he was like "lol yeah they actually sell pretty well so i'm not mad my supplier ripped me off". It was a pretty good and awesomely terrible fake at the same time? There was this exact replica of some japanese display stand for the product and then the actual pokeball toys looked perfect BUT the mini pokemon inside were.. Really not. I am so damn happy with the surprise inside my one, surprise inside has never been more accurate! I can't take a picture now cos my phone is charging but REGICHEETO. Just..just imagine that, and whatever you're imagining it is probably worse. I love it so fuckin much. Also less hilariously there were some bootleg mini pika plushies with actually (as far as i can tell) their own unique design? They have cute lil winter scarves and an art style that reminds me of the Magical Pokemon Adventure manga. A really cute and good bootleg that i would have loved to see as a real product! The only way you can even tell its a bootleg is because there's no marking on the tail. I dunno, maybe if i still have some brown fabric in the cupboard i could fix it? Or maybe its unique tail makes it even more special! I mean there's Cosplay Pikachu with its double tail marking so maybe this is her cousin Accessory Pikachu with no markings? He just likes wearing scarfs and hats and stuff. OMG HE'S THE POKEMON GO EVENT PIKACHU!!!!!!

Along the miscness of finding a few things for myself, i also found: cute lil pokemon pencilcase, kingdom hearts blind bag, cheap copy of Fruits Basket volume 1 cos the new remake is coming out soon and i wanna Get Hype! The KH blind bag was really weird cos i didnt know they now have an entirely different set as well as the keychains i bought before. Its kind of a shame the art style doesnt match cos vexen is only in the keychains, alas! But i do really love these ones! Theyre apparantly made by funko pop but dont have the art style AT ALL, they just look like really accurate versions of the characters in mini form. Its kinda like the 'distance animation' style in steven universe? (Incidentally they also do SU ones but they missed the opportunitu to actually use the distance style, lol) I got a Sora in his kh2 outfit and i'm decently happy with that, its not one i really wanted but its not a bad one either. But i think now i've tried the fun of surprise once i'll just buy the actual ones i want off ebay later. They have roxas in his organization outfit! With a happy smile!!!

Oh oh and then EVEN MORE XBOX GAMES OF THE WILD THRIFT STORE VOID! i managed to find the whole fable series, two assassins creeds, saints row, gta, some misc shooter games and racers that she wanted but i dont know much about, mass effect 2 and ff13. I think maybe one or two others cos i cant fully remember right now. Theyre all in separate bags strewn across the room and my shoulders feel like death so i'll sort through them later.

Aaaand i wrote up like 14 paragraphs more but tumblr didnt save my draft fpr some fuckin reason and now im way too tired to do it again

Briefer summary:

* had a huge horrible panic attack getting stuck in a skyscraper shopping centre clothes place full of screaming and every perfume smell and WHY DO I HAVE TO NAVIGATE THIS HELL MAZE TO FIND THE ESCALATOR and seriously i was my most primal animalistic self and i went full fight or flight on this bitch

* had a lovely time visiting Cool Shop Grandma and rambled the story of how i met her and how we became friends but hhh too tired to rewrite. But anyway today i gave her a christmas pikachu plush as thanks for everything and cos her shop is moving on to its next location soon. She got really teary and gave me a big hug! She's gonna be at a comic con in march so i hope i'm able to go to that and see her again.

* went on a wild goose chase looking for harry potter merchandise and eventually found a gold plated replica of the movie prop version of the time turner and HELL YES my sis will love it!

* rambled about several market stalls that were cool but i can make a separate post about that in the morning when i find their contact details to advertise them

* got a plushie delibird and decided to take selfies with it everywhere to try and fight my social anxiety somehow. We went to a neat lil restaurant and had cheesy fries and a coke float!

* asked for a refund on an item for the first time ever and im proud of myself

* went off on a mystery bus trip to buy a preowned 3ds and pokemon games from a lady in an online preowned stuff facebook group and it didnt go horribly and i am glad! She was really nice and i witnessed A Good And Smart Parenting Moment and man it healed my heart and i wish i'd been raised that way. Again i'll probably ramble about the details later when im less tired, it really touched my heart seriously! And now i have MANY GIFTS FOR SIS!

* in total i was out present shopping from 9am to 8pm and i clicked my shoulder out of its socket for a split second from.all the heavy bags. Now im in a lot of aches and i need a sleeps

The End

[sunnysynthsunshine]

San-Soho (The Young Ones/Black Mirror)

note: even though there are meta-references to the actors playing these characters (Rik Mayall and Ade Edmondson) the characters are still the same, even if they have similar appearances as their actors outside of the “san soho” realm.

Some dialogue I have added in myself, but the rest of the fanfic’s format was based on the original script of the Black Mirror episode San Junipero written by Charlie Brooker and directed by Owen Harris) they own the concept,and (The Young Ones was written by Ben Elton,Rik Mayall and Lise Mayer, Directed by Paul Jackson,Geoff Posner and Ed Bye, with the characters belonging to the actors who played them).

Britain's equivalent to San Junipero is San Soho

(when Rick Pratt wanders San Soho he meets a punk called Vyvyan as their lives change forever)

(this is also mainly told from Rick's perspective)

Chapter 1

The year was 1985

Walking along the sidewalk of neon sparkling Soho was the sarcastic but socially timid Rick Pratt,

A young man in his early 20s he was dressed quite plainly

He experienced 1985 before this was one of those many times

He decided to visit the local nightclub

He had a loose grey shirt, black badge covered blazer and red boots on, not usual nightclub attire but he wasn't really a party person so he focused on Pac-man which he was not good at

when suddenly he saw a beautiful orange-haired man in a trihawk dancing on the dance floor to The Clash.

Rick tried to ignore the punk but he noticed him

“Oi!”

He tried to run off but the punk kept gesturing to him moving his head in his direction when he wasn't moshing

“Wanna join”

“Pardon?” Rick said unable to sense the gesture due to the loud atmosphere

“Right” the punk mumbled before he ran over to Rick and dragged him to the dance floor to join him

“You're going to enjoy this” the punk shouted before Rick started to mosh

Swaying his body in an animated fashion like that of a vintage cartoon character

The crowd was crashing like a wave except covered in spike studs and band logos

Rick felt like a stammering Ian Curtis as he clambered making sure he didn't hit anyone

He ended up clambering with that punk from earlier.

Part of Rick wanted to enjoy this cool “rebellious” activity but the other felt like he was ruining the event simply by being there.

He felt uneasy he didn't want anyone thinking anything weird was going on.

Rick was unsure about the concept of moshing but tried to continue anyway.

Chapter 2

When the song was over he left the dance floor he felt a bit embarrassed he could feel his nerves acting up so he just sipped his lemonade and walked out the fire escape door.

The punk from before caught up with him “Why are you running away?” he asked

Rick  made an awkward smile “Sorry I’m not into *moshing*”

The Punk answered back “No shit you were like the world’s most stiff giraffe back there”

Rick was going to walk off only for the punk to say “I was taking the piss...obviously”

“I’m Vyvyan, sorry for forcing you to mosh with me, I only get to do these on Saturday nights

Rick sat on a low wall

“It wasn't that Everyone was looking at us crash into each other”

Vyvyan tilted his head “Why would they care?”

Rick made a couple miming gestures with his hands

“You know? two blokes grinding into each other like cheese graters”

Vyvyan lit a cigarette and smoked it

“Okay: one, there’s not as many uptight tory folks here as there used to be, and two,

This is a punk part of town nobody’s judging here”

“You want one?” he offered as he leaned over holding his lighter to where Rick was sitting

Rick nodded as he also took a cigarette

Vyvyan spoke again “if they were staring it’s because they were intimidated by me sod em”

Rick chuckled “your such a stupid fascist you know that?”

Vyvyan smirked proudly “Thank you”

Rick looked at the sky “I’ve never moshed before”

Vyvyan stared at him surprised “Never, as in you’ve never gotten a gang of mates to just destroy the dance floor to Iron Maiden?”

Rick shook his head “Never I’d usually listen to punk rock music alone

Living in a right-wing house that was frowned upon, tattoos, androgyny the whole lot

Vyvyan was shocked “What are you a hermit? that’s one drab existence you’ve got there”

Rick shrugged

“They vote the pigs, the officers attack people like rabid dogs I want to be a revolutionary Anarchist poet but I can’t do much else they worship thatch like she’s God outside of literature I’m politically pathetic”

Rick looked down when Vyvyan sat next to him

“Yeah, Well. No one knows about half the shit I’ve done, like Riding a motorbike up someone's staircase”

“With your folks, they come from a different place on the political spectrum tories will always be nasty in my eyes”

“Yep I agree with you there, it doesn't help to have no mates, they simply don’t understand concepts like shyness, trust issues or anxiety

I get panic attacks sometimes around crowds and what they say is just deal with it.

“from past social experiences I’ve had to repress many things depressive episodes, nerves and flashbacks just because I don’t want to bother others or bring the mood down”

“I always feel weird when put into lively situations but that’s because I haven’t gotten the chance to fully express myself in that way”

Rick kicked his legs against a wall when Vyvyan looked at him

“What would you like to do that you’ve never done before?”

Rick smiled “Oh so many things I’d like to go to concerts, I’d like to perform for people, I’d like to, I’d’ like to

Vyvyan put his finger on Rick’s lips “Soho is the party hub of London might as well nick all the time we have left while we still can”

They went to fortune tellers, they went to thrift shops, they bought some “magazines” and they checked out the local comic strip club seeing the likes of French and Saunders, Alexi Sayle and Peter Richardson and Nigel Planer onstage telling jokes.

Rick and Vyvyan then ran off to a pub where they got completely sloshed usually Rick would be able to hold his lager but when “Come On Eileen” was playing on the radio Vyvyan had thrown him into his arms as they danced until after a few more minutes Rick was getting tired and Vyvyan was getting bored “Boring bastard” he mumbled angrily as he grabbed Rick’s sleepy face shoving his head into the cake that was in front of him.

Rick cheerfully said, “Hey Vyv this is like Laurel and Hardy or do you prefer Chaplin?”

This ramble of questions cascaded into Vyvyan yelling “Shut Up!” in Rick’s face

Rick was suddenly silent he was probably asleep but then Vyv remembered what he said about mental health before as he quietly carried Rick over his shoulder driving him back to his place in his yellow Ford Anglia.

At Vyvyan’s house, he let Rick relax on his sofa covered in his universal monster themed blanket

He was about to mumble “I’m sorry” when Rick suddenly awoke to scoff “You bloody fascist” pointing his finger at Vyvyan aggressively before he threw a tantrum “You got your hands over me  How dare you! And to think you thought you’d get a snog from me”

Vyvyan was annoyed but not annoyed enough to get violent so he chased Rick around the room

There was a short intermission from the fight when Vyvyan accidentally turned on his record player making the Cliff Richard hit “Living Doll” play which made Rick pause going into a dream-like trance badly singing out of tune

it was not long until they were both yelling “Virgin” at each other while pillow fighting.

However, because of the fun “fight” as they were no longer angry they were laughing

When Rick’s pigtails were undone Rick then pulled at Vyvyan’s hair leaving orange hair dye stains on Rick’s shirt

What started off as a chase around the house, dancing and pillow fighting resulted in Vyvyan trying to playfully choke Rick only for him to aggressively hug Vyvyan in return

After the snog and shag was over

Rick innocently licked his lips “I’ve never done anything like that before”

Vyvyan smirked “All the more reason” as he unlocked the handcuffs from his bed

Rick hesitated “you're a lovely bloke. I can’t”

Vyvyan shrugged “Alright then”

Rick stumbled over his words “you see -I?”

Vyvyan nodded “I understand”

Rick looked at the time and scrambled to get his clothes on before he was about to dash outside “I have to go”

Vyvyan stared “in this crap weather?”

Rick shouted back “It’s been great to meet you”

Chapter 3

He shook Vyvyan’s hand before he left

Later in the early morning, Rick was looking around his wardrobe for different outfits

He tried a green suit but it didn't work, he tried a basic shirt with a tie and jeans that didn't work, he even tried a blue and red anorak but that didn't work so he just had to settle with his pair of yellow dungarees.

A few days later at the same club, they met at Vyvyan tried to talk to Rick but he was talking to someone was that Peter Richardson’s son he was with?

He wandered into the restrooms that Rick had went off to he surprisingly still had his pigtails in

They said nothing

Rick looked in the mirror his hands on his cheeks unhappy a fake smile projected on his face amongst the red lip balm smudged under his lips

“I don’t know how to do this”

Vyvyan was confused “do what?”

Rick whined “Just help me can’t you just”

He settled “It’s like talking to a bloody hologram”

Vyvyan looked down and then back at Rick’s upset face he smiled

“You want to get in my car?”

Vyvyan raced his Ford Anglia down the highway the street looking like it was a 1980s music video

Rick asked, “How long have you been here?”

Vyvyan answered, “In Soho?”

Rick nodded

Vyvyan thought for a while

“ a couple months but the main thing is I’m planning to enjoy myself before I finally pop my clogs...guess I’m a lurking wanker like you”

Rick chuckled “Yeah”

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Chapter 4

Vyv’s car suddenly ended up in the upcoming lane luckily they prevented danger as the car skidded to a halt

“SHIT!” Rick yelled

Vyvyan started erupting into laughter his gravelly nasally voice being more loud than the traffic

“Your face”

They then went back round to Vyvyan’s place to have another shag even though outside of the dream system version of Soho Rick and Vyvyan were virgins

They then chatted about their past loves Rick apparently once had a big crush on a Scottish makeup artist and they remembered about when they watched the comic strip days before that Vyvyan and Jennifer Saunders were making subtle body language to each other.

Rick then remembered not only were they in the simulated afterlife of Soho but they were fictional characters with vague memories of the meta actors who played them in real life

He looked at the clock and then remembered something dark,something secret something Vyvyan should never know.

“I’m just going to party and nothing is going to stop me not Tories and definitely not that facist God”

Rick then walked off in a huff

Vyvyan continued to enjoy life in Soho without Rick but that was hard

A few days later and Soho looks like it’s in the 2000s

Vyvyan walked into the night club while Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz played in the background

Vyvyan could see Rick with his hair down in more “Emo” attire playing dance dance revolution only for him to stop when he noticed Vyvyan.

Vyvyan started hounding Rick with questions in the restroom

“Wait a minute I’ve been looking for you why did you piss off like that?”

Rick was irritated “Why are you here?”

Vyvyan shouted “Why did you hide from me?”

Rick ran off some people could notice when Vyvyan saw that Rick was on the roof of the nightclub

Vyvyan ran up to where Rick was “Please tell me your pain slider is turned down”

Rick moved his eyebrows “Maybe,Maybe not”

Before he walked away “I’m not going to jump”

Vyvyan sighed looking down and then back at Rick “Look I’m sorry alright,I’m a lurker too I-I

Rick felt solemn “I don’t know how long there is,I wasn't prepared for this I wanted to…”

Vyvyan shut him up with a kiss

They had another passionate night in Vyvyan’s place but then the unpleasant question was mentioned again

Rick exhaled “I have 3 months”

Vyvyan whined “Why? I’ll have nobody to play fight with at the pub every night nobody to have slapstick arguements with it’s not going to be the same”

Rick explained “my real life self, he was married he had kids,he had a happy life he entertained many but then he took a tumble on a quadbike and lost part of his spark eventually that caught up with him and he’s in the afterlife now I’m still around because I’m a fictional entity he created but like with imaginary friends I’m fading the more I’m forgotten I don’t want the same fate"

Vyvyan started to sob “Don’t leave me this way”

Rick smiled at him “I’m dying the people’s poet is dying nothing but that scares me”

Vyvyan whimpered “I want to visit you,let me say hi”

Rick again walked off the time changed from 11:59 to 12:00

Later a more grown up Vyvyan arrived at a hospital 

he now had glasses and was balding looking like an old man he was taken to a private room where Rick was quietly resting he was a lot more older than before he looked like he was in his 40s or 50s.

he looked at Rick for a moment

“It’s time for you to pass over and me soon probably”

He shrugged,

Vyvyan then took out a ring and put it onto Rick’s frail finger

As he was given the device to transport him and Rick back to Soho

After a few days, he did the same 

It was a sunny day in early March when in Soho Vyvyan parked his car near the seaside as he ran over to rick who was folding his hands happily,

“Miss me?”

Vyvyan  was lost for words “Of course I bloody missed you Happy Birthday” he shouted as he aggressively hugged Rick in an embrace as they ran along the seaside chasing each other like old times.

The End~

(dedicated to the late great pan global phenomenon,Lord of Misrule and Peoples Poet) Rik Mayall (1958-2014) (The Future is as bright as you make it, Love is the answer~!)

[lickstynine]

Back from the Dead, Dying Inside (part 2)

Prequel

Part 1

Jace woke up in so much pain, he could hardly move. His painkillers had been wearing off long before he fell asleep, but he’d thrown the pills across the room, and he couldn’t have retrieved them without help. He stretched out in bed, groaning and trying to adjust. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice piped up beside him.

“Are you okay?”

Jace jerked into an upright position, but his face went white and he flopped back onto the bed with regret. “Fuck me... Wren, when did you get here?”

“When I woke up. Mum said you were feeling poorly, so I wanted to check on you.” Wren gestured to the bed, where a blanket much softer than Jace’s usual was tucked around the injured boy. “I brought you something soft. I like soft things when I’m sad.”

Despite how much he was aching, as well as a lingering bitterness after his argument with Serafina, Jace couldn’t help but smile. The gashes on his face stung with the movement, and his expression quickly fell. Even in the dim light, Wren didn’t miss it.

“You’re hurting... Where did your medicine go?”

Jace sighed. “It’s... it’s on the floor.” His voice was hoarse, scratchy from screaming and dehydrated from crying all night. “Careful, there’s broken glass over there...”

Wren didn’t ask why; he didn’t have to. He just carefully reached around the shards to pick up the assortment of plastic bottles, moving them back to the nightstand. “I’ll go find you some water, so you can take your medicine.”

He ran off, returning with a water bottle, as well as a pill crusher. Jace couldn’t take whole pills with his jaw wired - they had to be powdered and mixed with water. Looking at the labels of the bottles, Wren made sure he was doling out the right amount of each medication before offering it to his brother. 

Forcing himself to sit up, Jace took his medicine, thought it didn’t feel like it was settling well. His stomach was aching fiercely, as he had hardly eaten over the last few days. Wren again saw the discomfort on his brother’s face.

“Do you want some more water? Or maybe some tea or something?”

“No, I don’t... It’s not... I just... haven’t eaten in a while.” Jace mumbled. “I’m sick of those shit smoothies. Just thinking about them makes me wanna puke.”

Wren nodded understandingly. He stopped to think for a minute. “I’ll be back.” He hopped to his feet and ran downstairs, rifling through the refrigerator and freezer. They of course had vanilla ice cream, but he honestly wasn’t expecting to find the other thing he wanted. To his surprise, there it was - in the very back corner of the refrigerator, a single bottle of root beer. Wren pulled both out onto the counter, grabbing a big glass from a cabinet and an ice cream scoop from a drawer.

Jace was flicking listlessly through a comic book when his little brother returned. He was surprised and a little confused to see Wren carrying a foam-topped glass with a fat straw sticking out of it. “Whatcha got there?”

“Root beer float.” Wren grinned, holding it out to his brother.

Jace’s face lit up at once, recognizing the treat his father used to make for him as a kid. “Shit, really? I didn’t know we even had root beer.”

“I didn’t either. There was one hiding in the very back of the fridge.” Wren watched closely as his brother picked up the glass, hoping he had done well.

Jace was more than thrilled to have something that wasn’t pureed bullshit to eat. He sucked down almost a third of it at once, only pausing because he’d given himself a brain freeze. He smiled at Wren. “It’s really good.”

Wren smiled back. “Good. Can... can I ask you something?”

“Yea, sure.” Jace shrugged, sipping at his drink again as the pain of the brain freeze faded.

“What’s bothering you? Mum said you were upset last night, but she wouldn’t tell me what you talked about.” Wren sat on the edge of the bed, watching his brother with worried eyes.

Jace sighed. “Just... this.” He gestured with a cast-covered hand towards his torn-up face. “Healing is gonna take forever. I’m going crazy in here, and I’m not even gonna look like a goddamn human when it’s over.” The rage from yesterday was gone, replaced with a morose wobble in his voice.

“Well, you... you don’t have to stay in here.” Wren told him. “I know you don’t like the wheelchair, but I really don’t mind pushing you around. It’s like driving a snarky go-kart.”

Jace laughed so hard, he felt a stab of pain in his healing ribs. “Shit, I want that on a t-shirt or my gravestone or something. That’s fuckin’ great. Maybe I’ll be your snarky go-kart when I finish my float.” He decided.

Wren smiled. “Really?”

“Yeah, sure. Just, like, stay inside the house. I don’t wanna run into anybody besides, like, Dad.” Jace was afraid that Serafina would still be mad at him for last night, and he had no desire to see anyone who didn’t live with them.

“Are you sure? The weather is really nice. You’ve been stuck inside for weeks... I thought you liked going outside.”

Jace shook his head. “Not anymore. It’s not worth it. Not when you look like Freddy Krueger fucked Frankenstein. You shoulda seen the faces of the people in the fuckin’ waiting room when we left...” He muttered, clearly bitter.

Wren frowned. “We could just go in the backyard? At least then you’d get some sun...”

“What, and kill every animal I look at like some Tim Burton version of a Disney princess?”

“It’s... it’s really not like that... the only people who are looking at you like that are judgy and mean.” Wren declared.

“No, they’re normal.” Jace snapped back. “Normal people don’t look like they jumped in a wood chipper on a dare, and they don’t like freaks that do look like that.”

Wren sighed. His brother wasn’t really wrong, which was making it hard to argue, so he tried to go a different route. “It’s really weird that you’re so bothered by that. Isn’t the point of being punk to look scary and upset the normal people?”

“Well, kinda, but you can look punk and still look good. You can’t look good when your face looks like you tried to shave with a lawnmower.” Jace huffed.

Wren was struggling not to laugh at his brother’s dramatic imagery, but he continued anyway. “Really? Cause I remember you saying,” he switched from his natural slight British accent to a rather exaggerated surfer-dude voice. “Dude, it’d be so fuckin’ cool if I got in a fight with somebody and got like, a scar or something. Chicks dig that shit, it makes you look like a badass.”

Now it was Jace’s turn to try not to laugh. Those words and that voice sounded fucking ridiculous coming from his demure little brother. He had to compose himself before continuing to argue. “That’s different. I meant like, one scar, on my cheek or something. Or across the eye, like Dad. That looks fuckin’ cool. I look like a fuckin’ mess. One scar is sexy. A bunch is psycho.”

“I still think it’s pretty punk.”

“Dude, you’re not exactly the leading expert on punk. You look like my school librarian.”

Wren huffed in fake offense. “Hey!”

Jace held up his hands. “I’m not saying I don’t like you, I’m just saying I’d never ask you for fashion advice, even if my own eyes rotted out of my skull. I’d be safer just grabbing clothes from my dresser at random.”

Wren was still making a faux-upset face, but he was struggling not to giggle. “Yeah, well... I wouldn’t let you pick out books for me. I’d get like, a colouring book and a Playboy magazine.”

Jace snorted. “Yeah, probably.” Despite how their conversation had started, Wren had managed to lift his spirits substantially. He sucked down the last of his root beer and set the glass aside. “You wanna like... see if my wheelchair can go down the stairs?”

“No!”

“You’re no fun...”

[fantroll-purgatory]

@chrisjoshington​

Okay before we start: CD I first saw this submission through my mobile browser and therefore had no idea that you sent it and was gonna message you to BEG you to hold it for me. I love them so much holy shit. And I have some ideas.

Alternia, Beforus, or AU: Alternia

Themes/Story: Corday is nb and uses he/they/she interchangeably. He’s basically Theater Kid taken to its logical extreme. They’re a master of the art of disguise and utilize this skill to aid the rebellion. And also do some assassinations. So there’s her themes; theater, disguise, assassination. 

Thank you for giving this offering to me, an Adjacent to Theater Kid. I am planning a murder mystery party for my birthday. My birthday was three months ago. Corday is invited.

Name: Corday Nopper

Corday is a reference to Charlotte Corday, Marat’s assassin. Nopper references Noppera-bō, a mythical creature that disguises itself as human and can wipe off its face like a chalkboard. 

I…I never knew about Charlotte Corady before I read this holy shit.

Age: 9 sweeps,19.5 human years

Strife Specibus: Knifekind

I wanted to keep it simple and discrete for him. It’s also just subtly, just a little bit a reference to the assassination of Julius Caesar.  

I think you could also maybe get away with Staffkind if he’s into musical theater because of the pun.

Fetch Modus: Monologue Modus. They have to monologue for a minute about an object without saying the name of the object and their modus has to guess which item he’s talking about.

My main concern with this modus is that it doesn’t seem like Corday would use this one because it would require too much noise if they were sneaking around. Maybe a CHARADES MODUS? It plays into the acting without them needing to speak, and it lends itself to comedy when they need to retrieve, for example, a Perfectly Generic Object.

Blood Color: Indigo

They’re described as the enthusiasts of the spectrum and I thought that fit well for the level of Passion she brings to her job. 

Special Abilities: Nothing aside from the usual blueblood strength. 

Symbol and Meaning: I’ve been split between Sagio and Sagirius. I’m leaning Sagirius though since it’s called “the Bardic.” 

I can see either one working for her tbh, but I LOVE Hope players so I side very strongly with Sagirius.

Trolltag: zealousDeathspian. Zealous references their enthusiasm, Deathspian is a portmanteau of Death and Thespian. 

DEATHSPIAN IS SO GOOD. What about dramaticMurd–I’m kidding I’m kidding. If you wanna go even harder on the theme maybe Deathspion to include “espion” in the title?

Quirk: As neutral as they can possibly make it. Outside of their acts, they like to project a relatively neutral image to make them harder to pin down. They are partial to (~: emojis, though. Their one identifying marker. 

Ex: Just as normal as can be. Definitely not a fun assassin or anything. (~: 

They change the quirk up between disguises, though! 

Lusus: Probably a big raccoon with many faces. As a reference to shapeshifting racoons in Japanese mythology.

Personality: Have you ever met a method actor? He buys into roles with all the enthusiasm possible. If you have any question about her disguises’ lives or personalities or likes or dislikes, she has a thorough answer. If she has a long mission playing a character with a broken arm, she will Break Her Arm. 

They’re committed to this because they thoroughly believe in the good of the cause and that if everyone just works hard enough, they’ll succeed, and succeed Soon. They’re definitely an optimist to a somewhat critical degree. They expect most things to go right simply because they believe in it. 

He also has a tendency towards the ruthless. When he’s got a mark, the mark will die. He’ll do anything to accomplish his goal. He has a strict moral sense, but that moral sense includes Never Fail To Follow Through On A Promise. 

She’s predisposed to drama and acting over the top when hanging out with friends, but can actually be a very serious and competent person when she needs to be. Dedicated and focused and responsive and passionate. 

Interests: Theater, Musicals, Costumes, Makeup, Sculpting, Glassblowing, Jewelry Making- Basically anything to do with costume making. Soap Operas, Trashy Dramatic Tabloid Magazines, A Good Knife. 

Title: Witch of Hope

Hope seems to fit her because of her strong convictions and optimism as well as her willingness to do anything to reach her goal. He has a strong personality, so an active class makes sense. But the Witch comes in in the active change, the need to shape and mold the nature of all that potential and optimism that he holds into a usable form. 

Land: Land of Drapes and Pinion 

Dream Planet: Derse

Design party…: 

Leftmost: Their True Appearance/how they dress in front of friends. They hacked off their horns so they could put fakes in their place because they’re just that hardcore. And he also designed a new symbol to do a little more anonymity preservation. The shoes are from fan-troll. 

Blue: This is what she wears if she wants to walk around discretely. The goal is to be as generic as possible. The shoes are John’s! 

Purple: He disguises himself as a Bartender/Candy Vendor and runs in highblood circles to get Intel. The symbol is meant to look a bit like a lollipop. There’s sopor candies stuck in his hair. And I couldn’t decide on a good makeup so I did like… paint that looks like drool and a black eye. The suit and pants are both from fan-troll. 

Violet: Her most recent disguise, she assassinated a violet Career Adviser and took on her role. And uses this as a way to meet people she can convince to join the rebellion.  

Listen…I love him so so much my redesign is the MOST minimal thank you for this joy. I especially love that you kept visual continuity with the eyes without compromising your vision for him as a master of disguise.

Okay SO. Minimal minimal changes idk if I’d even go top to bottom. Let’s go left to right?

True Self

I liked how you gave Corday’s casual duds this very “hanging out backstage before curtain call” vibe so I pinned their hair back the way one might if they were gonna wear a wig over it.

I also figured like. Breaking her horns its badass and all but it may be difficult to fit a prosthetic horn over that? So I gave her slightly shaved down horns (she could even do this with her knife!) that could potentially fit a prosthetic over them.

For his mouth I really liked the look of his teeth but I figured if they stuck out too much then they would difficult to conceal when he was undercover so I colored their outline in grey to keep the definition while visually implying that they’re set further back from his gums.

For their shirt, I gave them their real symbol. If we’re gonna push that this is how they are with their friends then that’s them at their messiest and most relaxed, which would include aspects of their True Self.

Other than that just a few outline changed but all in all it’s a real good look.

Generic

So I edited the symbol you originally gave to her true self and shifted it over, mostly so it could feasibly comply with multiple sign languages? I also edited the horns so they’re just pointy and not so arrowlike.

For their disguise, I wanna explain my reasoning. So we know that hemoanonymity is effective in that people genuinely can’t tell what your blood color is, but that it’s also see as childish and immaturely rebellious, so doing so may bring you attention in a way that simply wearing a shirt with a blood colored symbol may not.

BUT

A really, really effective disguise makes the onlooker draw their own conclusions and feel much smarter than you are. So, fine! Let his symbol be hemonanon! Deck him out in grey-colored clothing that’s indistinguishable from others’ fashion choices.

but

If you look closely you’ll see that they’re wearing bronze ankle socks. They’re very small! Barely noticeable! Almost like something they’d worn them by mistake.

Someone speaking to her would obviously roll their eyes at her greyed-out sign and cast about for hints of her “real” blood color and see the socks. Aha, they’d think, she’s slipped up. Forgot to leave those at home, huh? And now that they think of it, it’s obvious she’s a bronzeblood. It’s not just the circle in her sign either; she may not be dressed to the nines, but look at the touch of mascara around her lower lashes! The slight gleam of her lip gloss. Typical bronzebloods. They can try to hide their blood color all they want, but their desire for creature comforts will always give them away.

Barvendor/Candytender

Once again, not much to change here. Made the white threads in their suit yellow for that little pop, and swapped out the tie for a loud bow tie for the whimsy. I also adjusted a few stands of hair that felt like they were laying oddly.

For the face paint, between the candy association and the single sharp snaggletooth, he’s already halfway to being a jack-o-lantern, so that’s what I used for his makeup! Other than that he was perfect.

Career Advisor

I lengthened her jacket collar and her sideburns to more deliberately cover up the space where there would be a line between her face and her fin; we don’t really know how far practical makeup can take us in this instance. Aside from that though I really didn’t have any fixes and tbh that was more because I felt like I had to futz with the sprite a little bit.

I LOVE THIS TROLL SO MUCH LONG LIVE CORDAY.

-TR

[fleur-quinn]

Side Fic II: Puce

((Side Fic featuring the Fly Traps, @ladyvenusvale @phaniecastello @victoria-seaberg. Fleur’s side to the Fly Traps’ first meeting. And Chris, I still love you!))

“So, Taylor, go get Venus. Selena, go get Stephanie and Lauren, go get Victoria. Yeah?” I ask my maids. They nod and I smile and thank them. I check my reflection one more time and walk out of the room and head to somewhere near the stairs. Soon enough, the other three girls arrive at my side.

“Hi.” I say with a smile. “So we’re gather here today because I have a little announcement to make!”

Venus glances at Victoria. “This should be fun…”

“Why am I here?” Victoria says in response while Stephanie crosses her arms.

Not the exact reaction I was hoping to get, but hey at least they’re being civil.

“I know we’re all competing for the magazine cover and I just want to say that I won’t be too sad to lose as I’ve been on a lot of magazine covers before.” I announce with a flip of my hair. I had been thinking how to approach the girls for a whole night. I am not really here to make enemies so I don’t wanna come off too strong. But I don’t wanna come off weak either. The old me would’ve been all let’s do this together, win together. But the new and fake me would go all bitchy and say I would win. And the real me… I don’t even know who she really is. So in the end, I decided to go in between.

“You could send a note to let us know that.” Stephanie replies. Wow, this girl is funny.

Venus, as usual, rolls her eyes at me. “Did you seriously call us all here to say that?”

“I want you to know that I mean it.” I say with another bright smile.

“At least red girl here tries to be some sort of nice.” Victoria chimes in, defending me. I’ve never met Victoria before but Venus seems to make her as some kind of annoying little brat. But she seems nice.

“Fleur Quinn at your service…” I tease before glancing at Victoria. “Dark girl.”

Stephanie scoffs and Venus bumps shoulder with Victoria friendlily. “Vic, I literally just apologised to you, I thought we were cool?”

However, Victoria totally ignores her comment, and turns to me instead, giving me an approving look. “Nice one, red girl.”

Now this is interesting. I can’t wait to know more about what happened between those two.

Venus brushes the ignorance off by picking up the ILL2. “Well let's not put this gathering to waste. I think we-“ she gestures to our covers “can make an alliance.”

“Honestly, this competition is confusing, I mean why us? ...what?” Stephanie questions. Now she’s starting to annoy me. The reason isn’t important, come on.

“Sorry i don't do alliances.” Victoria states plainly. This girl’s got attitude. I like it.

“Stephanie you're the good girl that complements our bitchiness.” Venus replies with a laugh before side eyeing to Victoria. “Aw come on, at least for appearances.”

“Wow, love your attitude. Dark girl.” I say with an approving smile.

Venus coughs at Victoria and me. I sigh internally. Now what? “Get a room.”

I decide to brush off her comment and go back for her previous one. This time I roll my eyes at Venus. “Really, Vee? Appearances? Grow up.” Now here’s the thing about me. I am one to do stuff for appearances but I don’t enjoy doing that and I appreciate those who can stand down to no doing that.

“Stop calling her that, you are encouraging her unbearable attitude.” Stephanie jumps in. We all ignore her.

“Vee, are you jealous?” Victoria asks.

“Fleur, It's a little something called PR. This will help our chances in the Selection.” She stops and flutters her eyes at Victoria. Ew. “Maybe a little.” She sang with a wink.

“I won't be a part of that, Sorry.” Victoria states. Whether she was referring to the alliance part or the flirty Venus part, she did not elaborate but I take it as the alliance part.

“I mean, just let the girl be. It’s nice to know someone who’s not all for the camera.” I explain myself.

��I don’t see any good on being seen with the three drama queens of the competition.” Stephanie answers. To be honest, among the three of us, I really can’t see Stephanie and I hanging out at all. I mean, I’m not trying to pick a fight or anything and I’m just trying to be civil. But that girl is getting on my nerves.

“You get drama! Simple.” I shoot at her.

“Gosh why is Stephanie even here?” Victoria snarls with a glare at the said girl. I guess someone shares my dislike for her as well.

“Steph like I said you'll balance us out.” Venus interjects.

“Thank you!” The said girl deadpans.

“You guys are no fun.” Venus groans with a pout.

“Hey I never said I’m not into alliances.” I reply with a smile.

“Since I'm tired of fighting with Vic, she doesn't have to be a part of this” Venus concludes, with a wave of her hand.

“Well then the two of you should form an alliance.” Victoria replies with a shrug, eyeing the two of us.

“A duo is hardly a strong alliance.” Venus states. Now she’s being a hypocrite, she literally just said we are alliances. She’s so confusing.

“Alliance. This isn’t a war, ladies. Try playing this cool.” Stephanie replies, before muttering, “For once.”

“I heard that! I'll let it slide. Besides all is fair in love and war.” Venus answers. Well, she’s correct, but I don’t really feel like agreeing with her.

“Hey Stephanie you could use this alliance to spice up your boring personality.” Victoria breaks the silence. I love how she always finds a way to stab Stephanie.

“Burnn.” I sing, happily watching the drama unfold in front of me.

“I won’t ever bother to start arguing with you.” Stephanie mutters with a glance at Victoria. Uhh, this girl is really boring and no fun.

“Oh right coz lady Stephanie is all about peace.” I say before I can stop myself.

“Oh good, admit your defeat.” Victoria says with a smile.

“I’m not stupid, I know you provoke us to fight with you so we get kicked out. I have seen that before.” Stephanie tries to defend herself.

“What are you even blabbering about?” Vic asks, raising her eyebrow.

“By Illéa, how you all not see how we can channel all of this ‘negative’ energy and rally the citizen to like us.” Venus interjects, ever the “peacemaker”.

“But Vee, honey, the citizens already love me.” I say with a flip of my hair. I hear Stephanie laugh in response. Well, I guess she’s not that annoying? I don’t even know anymore.

“No, they hate you. You're known for being a bitch.” Venus states.

Well, that hurts. I sigh internally. It is a known fact I am a “bitch”, if only they knew the real me.

I try not to let my hurt show by saying, “Uh, no. I didn’t get all those awards for nothing.”

“What do you say, Fly Traps? Shall we take The Selection by storm?” Venus says, ignoring my response. If she noticed I was hurt, she did not show it.

“Oh I'm not going to be a part of that.” Victoria replies, standing firm.

“I’m in!” I say. I don’t mind making an alliance and perhaps, make a few more friends. I don’t want to be fake, but these years in the show biz has taught me that faking is how the world works.

“Sorry, Venus but I said no.” Nice girl says.

“I even have a tagline that fits you, Vic. 'We bite if you come too close' “ Venus says enthusiastically.

“Again, I don't need an alliance. So my answer is no thank you.” Victoria replies. Stephanie, for once, agrees with Victoria and of course, Victoria points it out. They argue a bit and I can see this conversation is dying and getting nowhere. Besides, I’ve accomplished what I came to do so I decide to end the thing that I started.

“This has gone too long, I’m wasting my time. Let's go ladies.” I say with a flip of my hair. The three of us start to make our way towards the dining hall together while Stephanie stays behind.

Whatever suits her.

---------

“So, how are things?” Lucas, my twin brother, asks. I fall onto the bed, keeping my phone beside my ear.

“Would it be weird if I said it’s just as dramatic and fake as the show biz?” I ask with a laugh. “I mean, I love both of them but I wouldn’t mind being myself for a while. Feels like the only ones I can really be myself with are my maids… Oh and that Allegra girl, she’s kinda nice. But all we had was small talk and it was kinda awkward since I’m never good at small talk…” I trail off, knowing my other half will know what I mean. He might not be my real other half, but most times, I feel like he’s really my true twin.

“Yeah, I know. But come on, you’re in a palace with thirty four other girls, fighting for a guy.” Lucas states with a chuckle.

I sigh. “I guess you’re right…”

“So how was the interview with the Prince?”

“It was… good?” I answer. “We joked around and he seemed like a pretty decent guy.”

“That’s good. I’m sure you’ve already charmed him.”

“I wish.”

I ask about him and stuff and he tells me about learning music.

“Have you made any friends?” I ask, with a hint of a smile, knowing what his answer will be.

“Uh, not really? I guess?” He answers. Ha! Knew it!

“Lucas. Stop being a cold squid. Be nice.” I tease.

“I am nice.” Lucas defends himself. “I’m just… a loner.”

“You know what, you actually remind me of Victoria.” I mumble. “Oh, so that’s why I seem to be warming up to her. She reminds me of you!” I laugh.

“Right.” He drags. We chat a bit more and eventually we hang up as I was getting tired.

I’ve still got an assignment due soon, but I know I really need the beauty sleep. Can’t afford to have bags under my eyes.

Sighing, I turn off the lights and start sleeping stressfully.

[theinkquiry]

Popular | Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: Part three! Hopefully not too late. Buckle up kids, because after this we’re kicking into some more plot and drama. 

Warnings: Cliches. Cliches everywhere. 

Series Masterlist

Sam’s Problem

"Guess this is goodnight," Bucky said. You grinned up at him, eyes a little droopy from the exhausting day.

"Goodnight, Buck. Thanks for the date." You winked. Bucky surprised you with a small wave. You chuckled to yourself, returning the notion.

You collapsed onto your bed, letting out a groan. You hadn't realized it in the restaurant, but fake dating was exhausting. Your feet felt swollen from being stuffed into heels all night. Not to mention your sudden shortness of breath. You coughed once before ripping off your shoes. Showering could wait.

You hastily changed into sleep clothes, your dress tossed onto a nearby chair that was already full of other clothes. You'd find space in your closet another day. Pulling your blankets up higher, you made a noise of content. This was going so perfectly. No doubt you attracted a lot of attention. You could only imagine what the headlines would say tomorrow. Bucky was amazing at pretending to be into you. Maybe, just maybe, this would end with you guys becoming better friends.

You almost couldn't fall asleep with how nervous, yet excited you were at what tomorrow would hold. Key word being almost. You knocked out after a few minutes.

You didn't have any dreams last night, only faint memories of the previous evening. In your half awake state, you could still hear Janet's questions and the low, deep murmurs of Bucky's voice. You tried opening your eyes, but exhaustion kept pulling you back under. Maybe just a few more minutes...

"Ah!" A ding, followed by short vibrations made you shoot up. You rubbed a hand over your face and blindly grabbed at your phone. Eyes still adjusting to the light, you managed to see the single notification on your phone.

Coming down in five minutes 😉 -Bucky

Five minutes? You stretched your arms and begrudgingly tossed off your warm blankets. It was time to see the rewards of yesterday's hard work. You pulled on a hoodie and appropriate pants before racing to the bathroom to get ready. You settle for just washing your face and brushing your hair. One look in the mirror says "I think we should be comfortable seeing each other like this, but I'm not quite ready to show you how bad morning me really looks."

Right on cue as you walked out, the elevator arrived to reveal your beloved fake boyfriend. He didn't seem half as tired as you.

"How are you up and ready so fast?" You ask.

"Come on doll, we're super soldiers. I was up a few hours ago for some exercise," he explained.

You cringed. "You can cross that off our list of date ideas." You yawn, making him chuckle at your sleepy antics. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you either be showering or eating?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Bucky folded his arms. You wave him off and hop in the elevator. "Come on, I wanna see the results already. Better be worth it for you waking me up at..."

"Nine forty," he answered. He followed you into the elevator and pressed the stop for the communal lounge.

"Already?" you whined. You pout and lean your head against Bucky's shoulder, closing your eyes. "Wake me up when we're down."

Not two seconds later, "we're here!"

The door glided open, revealing the much brighter and much louder living room. "Ugh.." you grumble. You shuffled out slowly and made your way to the coffee machine.

"Well, looks like the new couple is downstairs," Sam announced. You both turned to look at him. "But I see according to this article that you've been dating for months now?" A copy of Star Magazine was held up. The entire front page was you and Bucky at the diner laughing while being surrounded by glittering chandeliers and bustling waiters.

How did the team get their hands on so many magazines so quickly anyway?

"We..." Bucky began.

"And you were so kind as to grant E Weekly an interview too?" Sam started flipping through the pages. "Look at this, look at this. We have secret dates...disguises...all that nonsense."

"Bucky, is all this true?" Steve speaks up. His eyes held concern, and you saw Bucky almost give in.

"Y-yeah.." he admitted. His hand went to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. "We just wanted to lay low for a little while."

"It's nothing personal, we swear," you add.

"Why now?" Nat comes in, not believing a single word. "You answer to the media, but not us? Seems a little suspicious."

You bit your lip and looked at your partner-in-crime, but he didn't look any more confident than you. "Well, we were kind of..."

"Cornered. At the restaurant." Bucky finished your sentence. You try and exhale your gratitude without making it too obvious. You covered up any chinks in the armor with nods and agreements. "It just felt like the right time, but we didn't plan on any of this happening."

"With the summer stalemate and lack of missions, I suppose it did feel like a good time to reveal-" you wrapped an arm around his waist- "us." You gave him a squeeze just for good measure, hoping your mutual smiles were enough to convince the team.

It wasn't. Sam's eyebrow has never been raised higher even counting when Bucky claimed that it was, in fact, he who was Steve's best friend. "This the best proof you got?" Even Steve tossed the magazine on the table and gave you both dubious looks. You tried your best not to nibble your cheek to dust and looked to Bucky for answers. All he could do was shrug.

"What is going on?" The doors opened once more to reveal Wanda and Vision.

Vision answered before anyone else could. "It appears that Bucky and Y/N have entered a relationship, based on my observations, and that magazine over there."

Wanda gave out a squeal and rushed to pick up the article. "Oh my, you two look so romantic in this picture. It is just like in the movies! Especially the romantic ones that take place in New York, which there are surprisingly a lot of. Just look at your dress!" She held up the shot giddily.

"Heh, knew that it would look good under those lights." You playfully elbowed Bucky.

"You only told me ten times on the way over," he replied sarcastically.

Wanda was enthralled with the reading. "It appears that James and Y/N were carrying out a daring secret romance under the radar of even their fellow Avengers. This reporter, for one, is lucky to have caught them at just the right time. Upon further questioning, the sweet couple admitted it was about time to come out of hiding. We are very excited to find out more about the newest star couple! There are sure to be more updates next week. Entertainment Weekly, Janet Howards."

She rushed over and gave you both a tight hug. "I'm so so happy for you guys!"

"Woah, you really believe them?" Nat asked.

"Come on, Natasha. Let's give them the benefit of the doubt. It's about time some good news rolled around anyway." Steve came over just as Wanda released you from her hug of death. He clapped Bucky on the back. "I knew you still had that old charm in you."

Seeing Steve so grateful to have a glimpse of his old friend back made you feel a little guilty. After all, there was an inevitable break-up that would no doubt make a lot of people upset. And how was poor Wanda going to take it? She was already so elated to find out that you got together.

Sam scoffed. "So right as we got this contest running, all of a sudden you're the 'star couple'? What a lucky boost to your-"

"Scores!" Tony burst in, singing the word. "Now, usually I wouldn't be in such a hurry to check on how you all have no doubt improved society, but the system has informed me that we have some drastic shift in numbers." And with the push of a button, the scores were up.

You couldn't believe it. You jumped up a whole three places, along with Bucky! There were some minor shifts. Wanda beat out Thor, probably thanks to her fun day out with friends yesterday. Clint was out on a mission, but Nat still hasn't upped him quite yet. Vision was stuck last place, but you were sixth! Just below top five. You glanced at Bucky, who gave you a knowing wink.

"So, you believe all this stuff about them dating?" Nat asked innocently enough.

"Listen, I never said I didn't. Enough with the questions already. This is supposed to be a fun competition! Where is your competitive spirit? I'm the one paying for all this stuff anyway," Tony ranted.

"Well, you were the one who initiated the competition-" Vision pointed out.

"You all should be grateful." Tony interrupted.

"It's not like they completely overtook first place," Wanda said.

"Yet," Sam muttered angrily.

"Looks like the rest of you have some catching up to do. Tick tock!" Tony tapped his watch. As swiftly as he came, he left. The room was abuzz with chatter.

"Alright. That is it. I don't believe any of this bull-" Sam cut himself off after Steve gave him a stern look. "I just need more proof. I might not be a love expert, but I think I know what's real. And you two, aren't convincing me of anything."

"You're just upset that I'm going to beat you," Bucky taunted.

"I'd like to see you try," Sam got up from his chair.

You stepped in between them. "Calm down, Sam. This isn't cool."

Sam glared. "Like this entire situation is just so cool, right?"

"That's enough!" Wanda shouted. The whole room froze and looked at her. "I know how to settle this. Bucky and Y/N. To prove your love, you need to kiss!"

You almost choked on the air. "I'm sorry, why again?"

Sam laughed. "So now you're all shy, huh? I'm telling you, they're a hoax."

"You leave her out of this," Bucky demanded, stepping up closer to Sam. You grabbed Bucky's arm and tugged him back. He looked behind, confused.

"Let's just do it, Bucky. They're obviously not going to leave us alone otherwise." You mumble. Bucky looked around the room. Everyone's eyes were trained on you. It was uncomfortable, but it wouldn't stop unless there was a satisfying conclusion to this morning's drama.

"Fine." Bucky wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you before you could even process what was going on. You shut your eyes and tried to relax. It wasn't that hard the way Bucky gave all his emotions into the kiss. He was frustrated and clearly needed to let out some steam before he punched Sam in the face again. You just leaned back and decided that Bucky Barnes, no matter how old he technically was, is still a great kisser.

As he pulled away, you felt a little light-headed. "Woah."

"Woah," Steve repeated. He looked at Sam expectantly.

"Happy now?" Bucky asked, still trying to vaporize Sam with his eyes.

"For now," Sam stared back. You were afraid something might start up again. Quickly grabbing a few muffins from the table, you held Bucky's hand and directed him back to the elevator.

"We're going back upstairs before I have to further embarrass myself in front of the public. Good day," you inform everyone. As the steel doors closed once more, you rubbed your head.

"I'm so sorry, doll," Bucky rubbed his thumb over your hand absentmindedly. "Sam is an annoying pain in the ass."

"It's fine, Bucky." You reassure him similarly by hugging his side. "Just close your eyes and dream about that sweet sweet prize. Sam in a gigantic loser shirt. And hopefully, a giant penthouse suite for me," you chuckle.

You feel the vibrations of Bucky's laughter through the hug. You looked up at him. It was strangely cute how he hunched over a little and smiled until his eyes squinted to thin lines. Although that was the tensest moment you've felt for a while, just laughing it out in the elevator was as real as it could get.

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A..ALL of the oc asks for trolly?? ;v; they look so sweet and i couldnt narrow it down sakjdfh

!!! I presume you mean Tolly!! Thank you so much for asking about him, he’s my precious son and I’ve missed him

I’ll put this under a cut though bc this will get long x)

1. What is their favorite word

Hmm, I’m not sure he’d have one absolute favorite but I think he likes soft words, like ‘bubble’

2. How do they sleep

He has troubles sleeping and gets bothered by disturbances easily, so he wears that, what is it called, that blindfold-like thing to block out light, and earplugs etc. He sleeps better when he’s in company he finds safe, though.

3. Favorite companion

The closest friend he has is Will, and then of course he loves his eventually-to-be-boyfriend Neal :’) Both are his favorites, just in different ways!

4. What secrets do they keep, untold to anyone?

He’s really, really insecure about his body, he has freckles and moles all around his upper body and he’s chubby, both of which he tries to hide by wearing a lot of baggy clothes. (I wanna make clear that I don’t think these are “ugly” features at all personally but, he was bullied about these at one point and he has a really bad complex about being seen now)

5. How do they feel about magic

Huh… I think he finds it interesting and fun, he loves to read fiction and a lot of his favorite books include magic. I think if he played more games or trpgs he’d play mages (or clerics specifically if those are in the game). 

6. How do they feel about killing 

Bad!! Horrible!! Death is something he really mourns a lot, even with people he never knew, and he cannot comprehend killing someone…

7. How do they feel at night, in silence, all alone?

Lonely and scared. He doesn’t like darkness so he usually goes to sleep early. And while he is mostly introverted and has avoidant personality disorder and finds other people usually stressing, he also struggles with being alone a lot as well. So he’ll just listen to calming music and go to sleep before it gets too late.

8. Tell me about them in a modern AU

Well, he practically does live in modern world, perhaps a bit more advanced than ours. He’s currently a college student, he spends a lot of time hanging out with his friend group and often proofreads essays etc for his friends because he’s good at it (both writing them and editing them - everyone keeps getting surprised how strict he is proofing them when he’s usually kind and calm). He reads a lot of books and magazines on his free time and goes to therapy once a week… 

9. What is their favorite meal

Filled bell peppers! He usually makes them without any meat if he’s making them himself but he’ll eat them any way.

10. What guides them

A wish to be a good influence on the lives of others, which he hugely looks reference for from books and other sorts of fiction. He also wants to get better with his mental illness, and he has gotten really far from where he used to be.

11. What hinders them

His own inability to believe in himself, mostly. He wants to get better and understands kind of what he should do but, he just ends up always backing off because he can’t believe in himself.

12. Do they have hidden talents

As mentioned before, he’s really good with academic text, but that’s not so much ‘hidden’ talent as it is just his talent. He’s also pretty good at giving massages, which many don’t know. He also reads… really fast…. and he’s super fast at sorting. He’s also really good at comforting people, although he doesn’t realize it himself.

13. How do they carry themselves

Hmm… He mostly kind of keeps to himself and tries to take as little space as possible. He seems meek and, well, he is too. He tries to stay out of the way, seem small. He fiddles with his fingers a lot and has a bad posture. 

14. What are their vices

He has hard time gathering determination for anything and in turn loses it really quickly. He gives up on things and doesn’t usually try to pursue things even if they make him happy. He doesn’t say when things make him uncomfortable because he’s so afraid of causing any kind of conflict… In fact, he avoids anything that can lead to conflict, even if sometimes they are things he would need to do.

15. What was a turning point in their life

Meeting Will, probably. While they both struggle with their own mental illnesses, they’ve found a lot of comfort in their friendship and the strength to get better respectively. Will was the first one to know of Tolly’s struggles and he helped Tolly find friends.

16. Do they ascribe to any religion

He’s agnostic, for the most part. Religion is something that confuses him since, well, it’s not something easy to understand.

17. How do they react to trauma

Not well… He carries his trauma with him for long, finding it hard to let go of them. Every single hurtful word will haunt his thoughts for many, many years if not forever. He’s trying to learn not to mind them but, any wounds trauma has caused him always returns to echo in his thoughts.

18. What is their relationship to their parents

These days he has good relationship with them. In the past he had a lot of difficulties, his parents were distant and busy which partially caused his AvPD. They also used to be pretty conservative so he felt scared about coming out for a long time. Anyways once he finally got the courage to talk and start therapy, his relations have gotten a lot better, especially with his mother who is a psychiatrist and has actively tried to right the things she did wrong so far. His father is not that good at these things, but he tries his best.

19. Do they have siblings

He has an older sibling I haven’t yet defined that much, not even their gender identity;; All I know they’re a lot older than Tolly, something like 8-13 years older. They get along with Tolly but work in an another country so they don’t see a lot.

20. Tell me about their love interests

He gets crushes easily, so he has had a lot. He tends to get crushes on gentle and confident people (or at least people who seem confident, he can’t really recognize faked confidence). His current love interest who’ll in the story become his boyfriend is Neal! Neal is asexual, really calm and quiet and good at taking care of others. Tolly also did have a crush on Will but it didn’t really go anywhere.

21. What sexuality/gender suits them

Tolly is completely homosexual and a cisman!

22. Tell me about their body, are they tall, or smol

Tolly is pretty tall (if I remember correctly he was like 6′4″ - 193cm). As mentioned before, he has a chubby stomach but to the point that he can hide it with big clothes, mostly. His legs especially are long. 

23. What is their combat style and weapon of choice

I’m not sure if he’d ever get into combat… If there’s a possibility of magic then that is his choice, especially healing spells. He’d in any cases rather play support, and not hurt others.

24. Do they have any fears/phobias

Strangers, and other people in general. He’s mostly fine with people he has gotten to know and he has gotten better about this so he’s not constantly scared when he’s out somewhere with people, but he still can’t approach people and will avoid places with a lot of people. Also people yelling or being loud in general makes him uncomfortable. He’s afraid of being hated or being thought of as disgusting or gross and especially being called by those words. He is also really, really uncomfortable with sex scenes with a male-female couple.

25. Do they follow their instinct or hard facts

Mostly he goes by his emotions, so instinct. Logic he can approach well in studies etc, but when it comes to his own life and things that affect him, he goes by what his feelings say.

26. How do they cope with sorrow

He shrivels into his shell, isolates himself from others and cries alone a lot. He used to lock himself up in his room, would hardly sleep, and listen to a lot of music. He also ends up in the cycle of not eating and then binge-eating, repeating this again and again.

27. What makes them burst out laughing

Very few things, he doesn’t really show emotions that strongly. Laughing out loud would gather attention after all and his self-esteem gets in the way too and he feels stupid if he laughs loudly. If he’s at home and watching a comedy show alone or with close friends, he’ll laugh a lot though. Just, often it is quiet and muffled since he covers his mouth when he laughs.

28. Tell me about their grooming routine

He takes a shower every morning and makes sure to dry his hair soon after with a hairdryer. He also lotions his face daily and his body once a week. 

29. What makes them blush

Oh, gosh, many things. He blushes really easily, especially from either embarrassment or being flustered. Being complimented, mocked, making mistakes, seeing his crush, sometimes just talking with his friends… 

30. What makes them cry

Getting mocked or shamed for something, or in general feeling like he’s stupid or has embarrassed himself. He’ll also cry really easily at animal videos that are even a bit emotional

31. Tell me about their aesthetic

Books. A lot of books. Also winter clothes and snow, small and comfy apartments, pictures of the sky.

32. If they had a tumblr, what would they post 

He’d probably mostly use it to reblog things, like pictures he found pretty or things about the books he has read or series he has watched. Not really anything too involved, just nice looking things. Perhaps some occasional pictures of his life, especially study things :>

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Released(20 pt1)

Chris

After my talk with Carlton I feel like I could take some of my own advice. Camila and I are in a good place but I feel left out my kids lives. Hell I don't even know if any of them are passing or failing classes. Well I know Stanley is good she our little genius. I sat tellin my best friend what to do giving him personally advice and I'm only doing half the shit I said. That needs to be fixed.

Pulling up to the elementary school locking my car I walk up into the building. As I knock on the front desk the older rep jumped a little. "Oh you scared me."

"I'm sorry miss Clam you looking nice today." She's worked at this school starting when Mona and Stanley got here.

"Thank you Mr.Washington. What can I do for you?"

"First you can just call me Chris and second call my son for early dismissal."

Grabbing the needed papers she came back. "So what's getting him out hopefully something important."

"Yes ma'am always." I smirk winking sliding back the papers.

She giggled blushing waving me off. I sat waiting for Maurice to come down. Seeing me he smiled ran into my arms.

"Dad what am I doing out of school early?"

Riffing his hair putting him in a headlock I walk us out the school. "We gonna go chill." As we reach the doors a group of little girls called out to him waving. "What's that your fan club?"

"Something like that. A lot of girls like me dad they keep saying Im cute."

"I guess you ok I look way better tho." I let him go.

Before we get in he begged me to take a picture of him.

"Yeah this about to get me hella likes. One time this girl sent me a picture of her in a bra." He snickered as I pull out into the street.

"What how old was she?"

"Sixteen I think but I clowned her called her a pedophile."

See I didn't know this. I gotta step up my parenting now.

"So look I just wanted to spend some time with you I know your mom and I slipped and slowed down on time we spend with you guys and I wanna fix that."

"Is this because uncle Carlton and aunt becca getting a divorce?"

"Nah who said that?"

"Elias told me how they always fighting and his dad don't be home all the time anymore."

I guess these kids are more involved than I thought. Sometimes we adults get so into whatever we got going on we don't bother to check with the kids. If they remain clueless that's great but if they happen to hear something or see something we gotta deal with that. We never really pay attention that these situations could in the long run have an affect on these kids and do some fucked your shit to them mentally or emotionally.

I don't want to be part of my kids having a down fall. As the parent I want them to come to me about any and everything. I was like that with my dad before losing him I told him everything and we were super close because of that. His death had a big toll on me I was so focused on supporting my mom and new sister to deal with my own problems. Eventually I broke down to my mom.

"Don't worry about that no one is getting divorced. They are working on their problem. You wanna get some food or go somewhere?"

"Uh we can go to the academy and play some ball. I gotta show you this one move...drives the girls crazy."

He is my son that shit is clear as day. Going with his idea I take the route to the academy. On the way he plugged in his phone to the AUX turns out he had a lot of music I fucks with. He recorded us rapping to songs and everything. My phone rang through the Bluetooth in the car with my wife calling.

"Hey mom!"

"Im beatin both y'all ass when y'all get home!"

Damn. "Why baby?"

"Don't baby me Christopher why did you take Maurice out of school early!?"

"I wanted to spend time with my son is that so wrong?" He snickered at us recording on his phone.

"It is wrong when you taking him out of school you could've waited until after."

"I know baby you right. But don't be callin acting like a psycho all on my phone woman."

"Nigga shut up you better take care of my son or you gonna deal with me."

Smirking I chuckled. "Why you acting out mama? You need me to-"

"Ah ah don't be nasty go back to your little father son thing. I love you pumpkin!"

He laughed. "Love you to mom!"

"What about daddy?"

She laughed. "I'll call my dad later...be home before dinner."

With that she hung up. "Your mom stay trippin."

"Yeah I know she stay treating me like a baby still."

"Cause you are baby son. She'll lighten up tho don't worry."

We walk into the academy heading straight for the gym. Instead of playing a real one in one game we just shy around. I remember doing this with my old man. He had skills.

"So catch me up on what you got going on." I shot hearing that sweet sound of success.

"Just school...you know I only hang with my family."

"Such a loner why don't you make friends at school?"

"They fake. Everyone either wants to show me some talent they got to get to you or asking for my sisters or mom number. It's annoying so I don't bother being around them anymore than needed." He shot gaining a swish after rolling around the ring.

"Does it bother you that me and your mom are famous?"

"Eh not really except when we go out and those camera people be following us around."

"Ok that's good. Since you a loner I guess that means no girlfriend or anything huh?"

I smirk passing the ball to him after I missed my last shot. He chuckled doing a lay up. "Not really some of the girls be the most fake. I do like this one girl but I don't think she even knows I exist."

"Really? What's her name?"

"Angel...looks like one to. She's got dark chocolate skin and long hair really pretty eyes and on the spelling team."

He done ran down her whole information pack to me. Must be a real special girl. "Well imma give you this little bit of girl advice. If you feel like she don't notice you make yourself known but slightly. Start by saying hi to her when you see her nothing over the top then just gently move into the friend zone get to know her and everything else will fall into place as it should."

"Ok I can do that. I just wanna get a girl like mom so we can be happy like you guys.

Mona

"Oh look at this one....I swear she think she cute." Scroll through Stanley secret musically I chuckled looking for the right now.

We are eating at Olive Garden and I wanted to make everyone laugh. What's funnier than this shit!?

"What the hell was that hair thing? Oh my god I swear she so full of herself." Clare mugged the video until it ends.

"Ay why are we watching her stuff if it's secret for a reason." One of the girls questioned interrupting me and Clare laughs.

"To expose her. Look at this she only made it private so no one can see that I'm so shy so sweet so innocent BS is just a act. She just as much a hoe as any other girl."

They all looked at me shocked.

"Wow Mona."

"What is up with you...that's your sister. You being a sneaking bitch behind her back like y'all ain't grow up together."

"First for the millionth time she is not nor has she ever been my sister-"

"But she your parents daughter tho."

"Bitch only on paper! Everyone so stuck up her ass I swear. Y'all act like she all that but if it wasn't for my parents she'd probably be either in a stank foster home or  laid out on her back somewhere." Clare laughed while the others stared at me.

"Girl ain't nobody stuck up her ass it's called being a friend."

See what I'm talking about! Everyone lately is just flipping sides on me choose this...orphan over me! I remember a time where the world revolved around me. It all came tumbling down after the twins came and miss kiss ass started doing just that. While I enjoy my young life she's making bottles, changing diapers, babysitting without pay and a whole bunch other extra shit.

My actual blood birth parents started treating me like a outsider. Stanley gets special treatments for simple everyday thing you suppose to do. I got A's and B's and get a purse while she got straight A's and got a trip to universal! How does that add up it's not fair. I'm being treated like the extra load when really it's her. She's the intruder the outsider the ugly duckling.

"Whatever I'm done talking about that hoe what's the plans for the weekend?" Clare asked.

The other gave bland answers back. "Well we are going to a party...a college party."

They all looked at each other then us.

"You know what I'm out I can't do this anymore. Y'all bitches got problems."

One by one they left leaving just me and Clare. I should probably mention how we started hanging out again. The day Julian caught me and Sam and I told off his little girlfriend Clare over heard and came to my aid. She is the only person who honestly understands how I'm feeling. I know we caught a while back but that's the past and we just moving on working on building our friendship again. This time I won't allow myself to get dragged into Stanley trap.

"Forget them we are gonna have so much fun! You and your older boo then imma get me a little baby. They just jealous."

We paid the rest of the bill of our food and left out. Clare drives even though she's not legally suppose to. I walked into the house and maliki ran up to me.

"Hey stink!"

"Hi! You want cookie Mo?" He waved a Oreo in my face.

"Sure...thank you. Hey momma." Purposely ignoring the other body I hug her.

"Look! They just sent me the cover for IT magazine we're on."

Look at my parents slayin shutting all these other couples down! "Y'all look great."

"Yeah you look beautiful mom."

Cringing I roll my eyes handing back the phone. "Hey mom I got a question just random out the blue here."

"What's up?" She hops onto the counter still looking at her phone.

"Why do you and dad let Stanley address you as parents?"

I notice the other being look my way but just like earlier I ignored her.

"Um what do you mean? She's not gonna call us by our first names that's not how a child addresses their parent."

"That's the thing she's not your actual daughter. I think she should call you Mr and Mrs." I shrug as she frowns at me.

"Mona what the hell is wrong with you?"

"She's what's wrong with me...her being here irks me and I think her time is up."

"Mona! You have no type of authority in this house to say who's time is up."

She scowled me. Seeing how upset she is over some words is crazy! I speak nothing but truth and she's over there ready to have a heart attack.

"I'm uh...gonna go up to my room." She got her things together jogging up the stairs not to long after closing a door.

Chuckling I stopped seeing my Mona still glaring at me. "What?"

"Why would you say some shit like that? Stanley is as much our daughter as you are."

"I really hate when you guys say that. I actually am a mixture of you both I came out of you. She's not your daughter just the charity case you guys took in."

"How can you say something like that? Stanley has been apart of our family long before we adopted her. You two use to be at the hip 24/7 she had your back and you had hers. What's changed since then?"

"I found out who she really is. Her innocence isn't real...bet you didn't know she has a secret triller account."

"Actually I know all about it she shows me a few here and there but I see what this is. So what is it a boy or Clare again?"

"Huh?"

"I went through this had someone new come into my life and change my view in things on people. I was so blind to the truth I let myself hurt people I love. Those who only want the best for me....I'll tell you this now whatever or whoever it is clearly is no good if Stanley is doing whatever she is to make you turn on her like this. Mona I don't want you to make the mistakes I did as a mother my job is to guide you in the right direction and just hope and prey you don't have to experience the feelings I went through."

Coming up she hugs me kissing my cheek. It's been a while since I've felt this type of affection from my mom. If she's not working or busy with the twins I'm pushing her away. I guess I'm just drifting into that part of my teenage years where I feel I'm more independent than I really am.

"Mom I just....I missed this. Lately I feel like the adopted kid."

"I know I'm sorry me and your father have been slacking with the time we spend with you guys. I promise I'm gonna get back on things...in fact why don't we go out this weekend spend some mom daughter time."

Damn now I have to choose between my boyfriend and partying or quality time with my mom.

[captnbarnesrogers]

Ain’t Nobody In The World But You

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Plus Sized!Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark (mentioned)

Warnings: Insecure reader, swearing, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy)

Summary: Based off of a request.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: So I used some pretty harsh words in this one, this is just what I feel when I’m having a bad day… Hopefully those words don’t trigger you. Please send warnings I’ve missed into my ask box. I also listened to ‘You & I’ by John Legend while writing the smut.

You straightened out your top and your pencil skirt, quickly but gently brushing your hair to the left side of your shoulder. You grabbed your lab coat and the file on the bed side table. You stopped for a second to look at your boyfriend, sprawled out and softly snoring your bed, you smiled for a minute and your insecurities started pouring in again. Your smile faded and a blank faced frown came crashing onto your face. You heard him groan out of his sleepy state and opened his eyes to his favourite sight.

“Where you off to, doll?” He asks groggily before grabbing your hand and pulling him close to you,

“To work.”

“You look incredibly beautiful to be going to work, you don’t have some other guy on the side do you?” You giggled at his joke and gave him a kiss on the cheek,

“If they’re not you, they’re not getting anything, love.” His warm hand pulled you in for a kiss, holding you there with his metal hand gripping on your waist, “I have… to… get to… the of-office.”

“Take the day off, I wanna spend time with my favourite girl.”

“You know I can’t, Buck.” He groaned as you pulled away, leaving him wanting more of you. He stands up and hugs you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck, “Besides, you needed to get up anyway, it’s 8:30 and you were supposed to be training with Natasha at 8:45.”

“She’ll understand my never ending craving for you, doll.” He kisses your neck and you moan, “Stay home, Y/N and I’ll cancel anything I have on as well.” His hands trail down from the valley of your breasts, popping a button open from your blouse before making its way down to your tummy. You pull away quickly,

“I- Uh… I’m late, I gotta go.” You’d never rushed out like that, especially on Bucky. He was your boyfriend. Sure, it hadn’t been that long but you were both really good friends before you were lovers. It wasn’t long after your relationship had started did the insecurities start pouring in. They were worse than before and you didn’t know how to stop them. You were much bigger than he was, in weight, and it showed. It wasn’t even the ‘pretty’ type of big, not like the girls you’d see in the magazines. You were just you. Your tummy bulged out, your thighs stuck together, and your face was rounded out. You pretty much just hated everything about yourself and you didn’t know how he could stand to be around you, let alone, date you. These all led you to think the worst about your boyfriend, about your relationship. Was it just a bet? A joke? Were you an easy rebound girl? You tried to shake out the thought but it didn’t make sense to you, how on earth could he love someone like you? It made you tear up but you fought against it as you entered the building. He belonged to someone like Natasha. Not you.

You greeted everyone with a smile on your face, painfully fake one at that, and you entered your office. You organised the files on your desk, ready to go and give them to Tony but before you could leave, you heard two knocks on your office door. You turned around and through the glass you saw Natasha. You let her in and smiled at her. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her body. It was curvy and voluptuous in all the right places and you’d wished you could have that.

“Hey Y/N you seen Bucky?” She asked, “We’re supposed to be training in five minutes.”

“He woke up late, he said he’ll be here soon.”

“You love birds have a bit of fun this morning?” She smirked, giving you a bit of a giggle as she pointed out your unbuttoned blouse. Your face flushed a crimson red and gave her a nervous chuckle,

“Sorry, I didn’t notice that before,” You quickly buttoned them back up, “and no, he did not get lucky.”

“Has he gotten lucky at all?” You bit your lip and shook your head, no, “Hasn’t it been like eight months?”

“I know- I just… Whenever we start, I freeze up and I don’t know what to do.”

“You freeze up?”

“He makes me nervous, Nat and I don’t want him to see.. this. Me.” You explain gesturing to extra fat on your tummy,

“He loves you, Y/N and we all notice it, he doesn’t want you just for your body, he loves you for you.” You sighed, you wanted to believe her but it just wasn’t sticking,

“How do you keep your figure like that?”

“I’m honestly not so sure myself, Y/N, it might be from all the training.” You nodded and your phone bleeped, indicating you’d received a text message,

“Bucky’s here so if you wanna go and grab him, he’s in the lobby.” She nodded and thanked you before closing your office door, once again leaving you with your thoughts.

The night ended as it always did. You came home to your boyfriend and you both ordered take out, laughing about the stupid stuff you’d done that day. But tonight it was different. You both got into bed, Bucky giving you a quick goodnight kiss, and he drifted off. You waited a couple of minutes to make sure he was really asleep, gently removed his draped arm from your waist and got up, walking yourself into the bathroom. You stood in front of the full length mirror and began to pick out everything you didn’t like. You compared yourself to other girls and started to question his love for you, it was eating you from the inside out and you just broke down. Tears started flowing and you couldn’t stop them. You cried until there were no more tears left to cry. You looked up from your spot and the sun was beginning to rise. You crawled back into bed with Bucky and pretended to sleep just until he started to stretch out of his sleep. You once again got up and began to get ready for work.

You met Bucky in the kitchen who had prepared breakfast for the both of you. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast, alongside some orange juice and coffee. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him from behind.

“Good morning, princess, how’d you sle-” He turned to catch a glimpse of you and just from that one glimpse, he knew something was wrong. Your eyes weren’t as bright this morning, they were dry and loveless and you sluggishly moved around, which was definitely something you wouldn’t do, “You okay, doll? Did you get any sleep at all? You could’ve woken me up, I would-”

“I slept fine, Bucky.” You gave him a small smile but he knew you, he knew you were lying,

“Okay.. Let’s eat.” He put a cup of coffee in front of you but you stood up from the bar stool you were sitting on,

“I’m uh… I’m actually late.” You lied,

“What? Babe, it’s only eight… It’s Thursday, you don’t get in until nine?”

“Yeah, uhm, Tony called in this morning and wants me to come in early today.” He tried to search for truth in your eyes but you kept looking away, he knew you were lying to him and he was going to find out why, no matter how long it took,

“Okay?”

“I’ll see you when I get home.” You kissed him and walked out the door with an empty stomach and an empty heart.

Bucky went into your shared bedroom and picked up the phone, dialling Tony’s number. Tony couldn’t have asked you to come in because Tony flew to Los Angeles the night before.

You felt so weak for the rest of the day, refusing to eat anything. You heard your tummy rumbling but ignored the sensation, telling yourself that it was just a brain thing. You were just used to eating all the time so your body was craving something and you weren’t going to give into the feeling. If this is what it took to be beautiful, you were going to do it. Bucky deserves to have someone pretty on his arm. Not the fat and disgusting thing you were now. You began to feel a throbbing sensation from your head. You took out the asprin from your drawer and dry swallowed it before going back to work.

You got home to the smell of pasta and the sight of a red covered, set table with wine and gasped. You felt horrible, Bucky had set up this entire thing and you were just going to refuse him. This is for him, Y/N, just tell him you’re not hungry. You thought.

“Hey, doll, how was work?” He kissed your cheek and rubbed your back,

“I-it was fine, same old, same old… W-what’s this?”

“Thought I’d treat my hard working girlfriend with my mom’s special Spaghetti recipe.” You tried so hard, you looked at him as he stared at you with pride in his eyes. Proud of his surprise for you,

“Bucky...”

“Come sit.” You clenched your fists at your sides, trying to control yourself,

“I actually already ate, baby...” His face fell and he stood up from his spot,

“Oh.” You bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry, “Well um, that’s okay, doll… W-we can have it for breakfast tomorrow.” He sent you a small smile, he almost felt embarrassed and he felt so small, did you not like your surprise?

“I’m gonna head off to bed, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, yeah, go for it, I’ll come up in a bit.” He sat back down and watched you walk away before cleaning up all of his efforts.

It continued for the next four days and Bucky began to notice that you weren’t eating or drinking anything, he noticed your under eyes were sunken in and dark, you were pale and almost sickly, and your lips were dry. You were lying about work and getting sleep, if there was any space to lie, you would do it. He was getting annoyed and wanted to confront you about it. If there was something wrong, he wanted to help. Whatever it was, he didn’t want you going through it alone, he loved you truly and wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you. You stepped into your home sluggish and powerless, putting on another fake smile as you walked into the lounge to greet your boyfriend.

“Hey, sweets, how was your day?” You kissed him on the cheek and smiled,

“It was great, how about yours?” You noticed the change in tone,

“Busy.” You called out as you walked away,

“You hungry, Y/N?” He asks, standing up from his spot on the sofa,

“No, I already ate, sweets.” He scoffed at your reply, the same reply he’d been getting for the past four days,

“Really?”

“Y-yes.”

“You’ve been eating before you come home a whole lot lately, Y/N.”

“I didn’t know y-you’d be home.”

“Bullshit, Y/N!”

“James, I don’t know what to tell you, I’ve just been too busy at work!”

“How about the truth, Y/N? Tell me the truth!” He came closer to you, angrily huffing. You saw the concern in his eyes and felt yourself cracking. You walked away from him,

“Y-you wouldn’t understand.” You mumbled, he followed you and pulled you close to him, caressing your cheek,

“Then help me understand, Y/N, I need to understand…” He rests his forehead against yours, “I love you, please- I want to know what’s going on. Your beautiful face is pale and your eyes are dark, Y/N, what’s happening to you?” You began to realise how much this had taken a toll on him too, you were being selfish. You began to feel light headed as a tear fell from your eyes. The last thing you’d heard was your boyfriend’s voice calling your name.

You woke up in a white room, the sound of beeping next to you. A cold hand rested on your weak hand. He stood up when he saw your eyes blinking open, calling out to a nurse and caressing your cheek. The nurse came in and checked your vitals before putting some food in front of you, making you drool.

“I’m gonna need you to eat up, Miss Y/L/N.” You shakily grabbed the sandwich from the tray and began to eat it, “Had you eaten or drank within the last couple of days?”

“No, I- I wasn’t feeling hungry.”

“You should eat regularly, Miss Y/L/N, your sugar levels were extremely low and you were dehydrated, you could’ve gone into a coma,” You nodded and finished your food, “She can be discharged today, make sure she eats when she’s supposed to, Mr Barnes.” He shook the nurse’s hand and thanked her. He stayed silent and packed your bag after you ate. The drive home made you feel nervous, he was going to break up with you and everything was going to go to shits. You sneakily wiped away the tear that escaped your right eye. He pulled up to your house and grabbed your bag before walking to your side of the car and opening the car for you. You stepped out and quietly thanked him. There was no reply. He helped you up the stairs and dropped your bag inside the bedroom before closing the door and staying in there. He couldn’t process this. You’d starved yourself and he didn’t know why, he was sure he hadn’t said anything to trigger you, he would never even dare. He loved you and his first priority was keeping you safe which he had obviously failed to do. He walked around the bedroom and out of anger punched the wall that spaced your wardrobe and the bathroom. You knocked on the door and stepped in, seeing that he’d punched the wall with his flesh hand and not his metal one.

“Bucky!” You rushed beside him and took his hand into yours, you sat him down and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom, “Jesus Christ.”

“I just have one question, doll…” He kept still as you applied alcohol on the cut the wall had given him, “why?”

“Why what?”

“You know what.” You sighed, he looked up at you and began to tear up,

“I don’t know, Bucky...”

“You do, you know, you wouldn’t have done it if you didn’t.” You took his face in your hands and rested your forehead on his,

“It wasn’t your fault. Stop blaming yourself.” His hand gripped your wrist, caressing your soft hands, the hands he loved to hold,

“Why, just tell me.” You sat down beside him and sighed,

“You deserve better, you deserve the best and I wanted it to look like I belonged with you.”

“But you do belong with me, what makes you think that you don’t?”

“I’m not pretty, Bucky, I’m ugly and I’m fat, I don’t know how you can love me, I’m so-” He cut your off by crashing his lips on yours and he kissed your tears away,

“I don’t care about that, I love you… I love you so fucking much, every inch, every flaw, I don’t care, I will love you until you ask me not to.”

“I will never and could never ask that of you, you mean everything to me.” He grabbed your hips and set you on top of him, your lips moving against each other. You ground yourself against the tent in his denim pants, you both moan,

“Doll, we can stop if you want...” You shook your head,

“No, I- I’m ready.” He flipped you over on your back and explored your body, his lips trailed along your neck and his hand was unbuttoning your jeans. He slid your jeans down and took off your jumper, leaving you in your bra and panties. His breath hitched at the sight of you, he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. You covered yourself but he gently disconnected your hands from your tummy,

“Don’t ever cover yourself for me, baby girl, you are… incredible.” You blushed and he kissed you all over, making you whimper, “The sounds you make are so addicting.” He quickly sat you up and unclasped your bra. He laid you down as his hand travelled down to your clothed cunt, rubbing your clit. You arched your back and he took your hard nipple into his mouth, you moaned loudly at the contact of his cold metal hand on your heated sex and his warm mouth all over you.

“Bu-Bucky!” He took off your panties and undressed himself too, “I- I need you, please.”

“I love you, sweetheart, just tell me to stop if I’m hurting you, okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered,

“Okay.” He kissed you and slowly pushed himself into you, making you gasp,

“Bucky!” The discomfort faded away soon after he was inside of you,

“You okay, doll? You need a minute?”

“I-I’m fine, please move.”

“You sure?” You nodded and he started to slowly thrusting himself into you, it burned for a minute but pleasure took over when he caught your soft lips on his. This was perfect, he was perfect. You felt so loved, he made you feel loved and you showed him when you wrapped your legs around his hips and kissed him feverishly,

“Faster.” You moaned and he did as you said, moving slightly faster than before, “James, oh god! Fuck!”

“Fuck, doll, you’re so fucking tight, I love you- shit!” He gripped your hips, definitely leaving a bruise when you woke up tomorrow, “Oh, baby girl, you’re so f-fucking perfect.”

“I’m- James I think I’m gonna-”

“Cum, baby, let go.” Your hands tightened in his hair and screamed as you released onto his hard cock, him following soon after you, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He chanted,

“I love you too, Bucky.” Roughly pressing your lips on his as he released inside of you. He rested his forehead on yours and smiled before taking you into his arms and holding you close,

“How are you feeling? Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too bad?” You grabbed his metal hand and placed it upon your cheek,

“It was perfect, Bucky, thank you.”

“Please don’t do that again, okay? Just tell me if you’re ever feeling like that, I’ll remind you just how much I love you.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed your head,

“Don’t apologise, doll, I love you so fucking much and you’re the only girl in my life, you’ll always be in here.” He pointed to his heart, “You’re my one and only girl.”

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