#we're all going to hell and i'm driving the bus

[fanficmaverickpodcast]

10,000 points to @consistentsquash for being the first person to bring this to my attention OMG! I'm gonna go ahead and leave that typo there because it's so damn funny. I'm laughing so hard right now because Snape The Nightcracker sounds like the comic book caped crusader of my dreams. I'm gonna need one of ya'll to write a fic about that STAT please. Can his cape be blue? Please?

For the uninitiated, please note that Perverse_Idyll and Rinsbane's delightful Snarry fic is actually and properly called 'The Nutcracker's Delight.'

My bad, ya'll! Keep on rollin'!

The latest episode of The FanFic Maverick podcast is out! The show is available through the link above and also on Apple Podcast, Google Podcast, Spotify, and iHeartRadio.

ChaosBlue and @danpuff-ao3 combine forces in this episode and let loose on all things Snarry, including reviews on two holiday themed Snarry fics: 'The Nutcracker's Delight' and 'The Christmas Prince.'

Link to 'The Nightcracker's Delight' is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/517881

Link to 'The Christmas Prince' is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27780880

I'll be taking a break from episode drops for the rest of December, but FFM will be back in January of 2023. See ya then!

[octuscle]

Welcome to Overland!

Overland Park in Kansas. I really had to google it first. Where the hell did my father get the idea that I would really study here? I mean, I have offers from Stanford and Cambridge. I'm not going to Overland Park. Kansas! Sure, it might have been a good fit for my dad. My dad is the prototypical corn-fed athlete. He looks dazzling for his 42 years, still a cross so wide that my two younger brothers and I can hide behind it. His mullet is a bit of a show-off, if you ask me. But he seems to go down well with his customers. His car dealership is the biggest in the state. My two younger brothers both have petrol in their blood. They both want to get their MBAs at Overland Park. But I'm much more interested in law. And Harvard would be my dream for that.

Anyway, my father gave me a car for my 18th birthday. A super impractical Dodge RAM. Doesn't suit me at all. And the car came with a gas voucher and a voucher for a mall around the corner. Well, I hope they'll have a Brooks Brothers store. But I'm quietly guessing that they'll only have cowboy boots and plaid shirts… Okay, not to be ungrateful, I'm making the trip to Overland Park in the monster car. I'll also attend his alma mater's orientation event if I absolutely have to. But I'll sign up over my dead body!

The drive to Kansas wasn't so bad. I admit that the car is really huge and comfortable. But the closer I got to the Midwest, the less comfortable I felt. Guys with arms thicker than my legs asked me about the car at gas stations and rest stops. I have no idea how much horsepower it has… I'm not interested either. But here you're obviously only defined by your car. And most of the muscular rednecks here made no secret of the fact that they didn't begrudge me this car. It got even worse when I parked the car in front of the hotel in Overland Park… The valet service looked almost sympathetic when I got out of the car. Tomorrow I'd better take the bus to the information day at the university.

It's incredible how many people are interested in this pathetic campus. It's pretty full in the auditorium. The dean gives a speech that is as boring as the landscape here. And the faculty members either all look like they're coaches of the football team or gardeners on campus. Hillbillies. All of them! The professors introducing each faculty call on the potential juniors who have signed up on the list for that faculty. I didn't put a cross anywhere. All uninteresting for me. And so the auditorium empties out with each professor dragging a train of high school seniors behind him. And at some point, the auditorium is empty. Only three people are still sitting here. A redhead who spends the whole time reading a book. A skinny guy playing with his cell phone and me. I speak to the skinny guy. "No desire to go to Overland Park either?" "Not on your life. I'm not studying thousands of miles from the nearest decent opera." The redhead interjects, "And pretty much everything else you'd call civilization." We laugh and introduce ourselves. Erik, the redhead (how appropriate, I'm not joking), the skinny one is Brayden and I'm Callan. We start talking. Somehow we all have a similar fate. Either our fathers or our brothers studied here. We all have more artistic than sporting interests. We all want to study either in California or New England. Erik suggests that we go out and sit on campus. The weather is nice. It's a good idea. We're sitting in the sun talking when we suddenly hear a voice.

"Hey squad! Finally found you, fam! I've been straight up grinding and hunting all over this place to link up with my homies!" Towards us comes the epitome of everything I loathe about university. An unkempt muscleman, his greasy mullet tamed with a baseball cap on backwards, in a sweaty tank top. Four bottles of beer in his hand. He hands each of us a bottle and says "Yo, yo, yo, what up fam! The name's Ryder, my professor homie spilled the tea that there are three total bros up in here who ain't about that study life, and guess what? Yours truly got the task of keepin' it real with y'all. Haha, I'm the king of slacking off, ain't nobody got time for studying and whatnot. Let's kick back and chill, my dudes!" Ryder stinks of sweat. Disgusting. But somehow also hypnotizing. He opens his bottle and says "Cheers". As if in a trance, we open our bottles and say "cheers".

"Yo, fam, check it out, I'm gonna give you a lit tour of the campus, but not that lame-o typical stuff. Like, forget about the snooze-fest library or whatever. Bro, regular dudes walk in there and walk out looking like they just stepped out of a nerd convention with their thick glasses and wack sweaters. Let's bounce and hit up the real vibes, ya feel me?" Ryder almost chokes with laughter at his own joke, which Erik counters with a fist bump. What the…? "Yo, peep that cafeteria comin' up! It's legit crucial for gettin' in that dank protein intake, ya feel me? And bro, protein is like, the holy grail of gainz. That's the fuel for them epic protein farts, man! Rock on, get that fuel, unleash the beast!" As if on cue, he lets out a fart. Shit, that stinks. Erik laughs. And farts too. Shit, didn't he actually want to study piano? At the conservatory in Boston? Strange behavior for a pianist….

Ryder tells us to wait a minute. He runs into the cafeteria and comes back with four fresh cold bottles of beer. Shit, yes, the beer tastes good. I take a deep swig. And…. BUUUUURP! Ryder and Erik are laughing uproariously. Brayden looks irritated. And I reply ""Yo, it's gonna be, like, forever until those protein farts are unleashed. So, a real dude just gotta let out a mega burp, bro!" Erik and Ryder give me a high five. And Ryder says that he's about to lead us to the source of all protein farts.

You can smell the gym changing rooms before you see them. Erik and I take a deep breath. Brayden holds the sleeve of his jacket in front of his nose. "Yo, bro, it looks like we're getting closer to your second home, huh, Ryder? Watch out for the vibes!" says Erik. Ryder does a double bicep pose and says that Erik can fucking take it. Poor Brayden is standing right next to Ryder. His nose is basically right in the sweaty bush in Ryder's armpit. "Dang, I forgot my gear for the gym! I'm totally itching to pump some iron, man." comes out of his mouth. "Dude, no worries, at our next stop we'll totally score something way cooler for you to rock." says Ryder. "Yo, dude, spit it again - what's your name, pumpin' pal?" Braydon copies Ryder's double bicep pose. I didn't think he had muscles like that. "Yo, my dudes, I'm Beau, like, duh, isn't it obvious? I mean, come on, who else could it be, right? Beau in the hizzouse, representin' like a boss!" The two of them do a chest bump. Erik and I actually look at each other a little enviously. I mean, everyone wants to be best mates with Ryder, the hottest guy on campus.

"Yo, dudes, head to the most lit spot on the whole campus. And watch out! If you think it already smells like sweat and musk, you haven't seen anything yet!" We walk across the student parking lot towards the football field. Past my baby. Ryder raises his eyebrows appreciatively and says that you rarely see cars this cool here. I pose proudly: "Geez, check out this 410 horsepower beast with eight cylinders and 581 Newton meters of torque! My 6.7-liter monster needs that kind of power too. Rocking full leather interior, a massive 12-inch touchscreen infotainment system, and a killer 750-watt sound system with 17 Harman Kardon speakers. Damn, could never roll in a hybrid after this!" Ryder gives me a chest bump too. Shit, I'm in the club!

Erik thaws out when we're finally in the changing rooms of the football stadium. He takes a deep breath. "Yo, peeps! You feelin' me on this? This smell is like pure home vibes, amirite?" he says. Ryder points to the pile of dirty laundry in the corner. "Yo, dudes, wanna toss some balls around? Let's get our sporty vibes on and slay the game with our rad skills! Let's flex our muscles and show off our mad throwing game. Let's get that adrenaline pumping and have a blast on the field. It's gonna be lit, so don't miss out, fam! Let's do this!" He really doesn't have to say that twice. In no time at all, we're undressed and rummaging naked through our clothes for something to pass. Erik deliberately lets his cock swing for a very long time before putting it into an XXL urine and cum yellow jockstrap. Dude, that boy would make horses jealous! And he can impress Ryder. Out onto the pitch and with a well-directed throw he chases the ball the length of the pitch through the goal. Four-chest bump! Shit, we all can't wait to play for the college team!

"Yo homies, any more burning questions for your boy? The sickest crew on campus is definitely mine - Alpha Phi Alpha, baby! Don't stress, you guys are total Alpha bros, so of course you'll get in. If you're down, we're throwing a lit party at the frat house tonight. Crash on the couch if you want, solo, duo, trio… whatever floats your boat. Just remember, never make eye contact, that's like, no homo!" Beau asks where he can get a cold beer now. Rick has a mega boner. And I can't wait to suck him off right away. Unless Ryder beats me to it. Shit, I'm so proud to be a business major at the University of Kansas on the Overland campus. My dad will be even prouder.

"Yo, so you wanna join the sickest crew of all the raddest universities in the damn USA?" I love the information days on campus. Lots of hot fresh meat. And the premium meat belongs to Alpha Phi Alpha, just like us! "Yo, peep this dude with the sickest Mullet ever, that's my bro Beau. And check out the fiery buff dude over there, that's Rick, the top quarterback of the football squad for real. I'm Cletus, and we 'bout to show y'all the raddest spots on campus. But first, in honor of the hottest dude to ever grace this campus, let's crack open a cold one." We take a big sip. And burp "Ryder" loudly!

[whatsorceressisthis]

Hey! We hit 666! That's cuz all us ghoulfuckers are going to hell! Get in, I'll drive the bus! 🤣

Also, I kid. I don't believe in hell, this is a joke. I'm glad we're all freaks!

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

All of sfth's improvized plays described by someone with bad/selective memory (but remembers 90% of the lines they make up) pt. 3

11) Inside the Mysterious Cube

Gay cowboys gay cowboys gay cowboys!! Also, coob legs for both the wife and Bubba!! Why did the wife of the president want coob legs? Honestly, I don't think she knows why either

12) BUS

Something something Magnum O. Puss that's the only thing I can remember at the moment and kind of the only thing that matters. ALSO, BIG DICK 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (and big vagina 1, 2, 3)

13) All Eyes on Nigel

Who's the king? Nigel. It's him. That's all you need to know

14) No! I Always Loved That Caravan!

"Welcome to Caravan Hutch! Where we buy your caravans :) Come on in! Sell all the caravans you have" "Splendid, do you have it on you?" "Up north? :0" "Yess, our fingers stretch very faar, very faar don't they. Would you be able to drive?" "YEES! Very good at driving, I am, a full set of hands!" "This is Fullset OfHands, he's more than willing to drive!" "Fullset O'Hands! Pleasure to make your acquaintance, hahahahahaaaah!" "Please to make your acquaintance! Yes!" "Mmm. Hhmhmm" "Do you guys like art?" "Aaaaah.." "Is that a yes or a no?" *looks at eachother* "Mmmm.." "Five grand what? GRANDFATHER CLOCKS?! "No, like five thousand, five thousand pounds" "Five thousand WHAT?!" "Pounds" "Oh, I didn't hear!" "(words words) I've got the new Tilimothée Chalamet in it (words words)" *walks towards him * "What do you guys think?" "..I wasn't listening, were you?" "He wants to put our name in the credits.. He thinks we need help.." "For four-five grand, like sponsorship sorta thing" "For four-five grand?" "Four-four-five grand??" "For fourty-five grand?! (Four hundred and forty-five?!)" "No! You give me five grand" "Yes?" "I'll give you a caravan (yes) and I'll put your name in the credits of the film" "Credits of what film?" "The new like, arthouse film (words words)" "Hmm.. A film in our house.." "I've always--" "We're not filming it in your house--" "WAIT!" "I've always wanted to be captured.." *spotlight* "Ah! You have such a pretty face!" "Yeees.. Ever since I got this face I've wanted it on film. It's so recent.. My love slash brother" "*Insert Tom & Luke noises*" "You don't have catering? There's no roles (rolls?) in the film?" "Ouh.." "Ugh!" "We're hungry! D:" "We need to eat! D:" "So hungry! D:" "What do you say? We're quite extra.." "I would love to be back in the ground, mhmhmhmmahahhaahaah.." "We'll do it" "Yes!" "Lots O'Hands!" "Caravan Hutch!" "Hutch!" "Here's the money.." "Are you wearing a bra?" "That's the money, I'm just itchy" (few scenes later) "I resent the description of me as creepy, hahahahaaa--" "You're meant to be going up north!" "I'm on my waay!"

15) Wild, Wet & Worrisome

"HEY! HEY!". I think they're Australian. Also, sirens and a forbidden love story? Hell yeah!!

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[veeluvss]

pizza delivery

reader x team (you are jj’s sister)

based of an edit i saw on tiktok but also lonestar ml <3

>1k

"how about we spend our last night together having some fun darling?" johnny snarled, handing me the phone. "order pizza. you're paying. i want a large pepperoni and fries too. don't forget the garlic mayo," she said nonchalantly, taking a seat behind me. i nodded, fumbling with the phone and making sure he couldn't see the screen.

dialling JJ's number, the phone shook violently in my hand. i was risking a lot.  johnny had his gun in my back. i was only ordering pizza. "hey y/n what's up?" jj answered, voice chirpy. "hi," i tried to keep my voice strong. "i'd like to order a pizza for delivery." she laughed down the phone, "a pizza? i think you've dialed the wrong number!" she laughed. i heard emily's voice in the background. then i heard the phone engage to speaker. "i don't think so," i told my sister. emily spoke then. "she sounds scared." i was petrified. "do you still have the cheesy crust?" i mumbled. "the address? sure." i told them the address, praying the team understood - even if JJ didn't.

jj's pov i felt sick to the stomach. morgan looked to me in the back of the car and began speeding off in that direction. i wanted to throw up. my sister. my baby. "y/n are you in danger?" emily asked, her hand resting on my leg. "is someone there making you feel like you can't speak freely?" morgan added. "that's right," she said.

i gulped, shaking my head. i put my head on emily's shoulder. "morgan drive faster god damn it," emily cursed him. "we understand y/n," morgan said. garcia spoke then but i was shaking with fear. "help us on the way." emily leaned over to the phone. "tell me, how many people are in the apartment?" "would a medium pepperoni be big enough for two people?" she muttered back. her voice wavering. i couldn't listen anymore but i had to.

your pov the gun prodded my back and whimpered. "what are you doing?" johnny snarled. "i asked for a large." "there's one other person with you, is that what i'm hearing?" morgan asked. "yes! that's right!" my voice went up, a glimmer of hope. they were coming. "you're doing great," emily praised me and i wanted to cry. why wasn't JJ speaking? where was she? i needed her to come too. "is the person threatening you armed?" i heard rossi ask. they told me to ask for extra pepperoni and my heart was beating harder. this was taking too long - far too long. "is this person known to you?" emily asked. "mhmm," JJ knows johnny. JJ knows how bad he was with me, no one else does. "a family member? a spouse or an ex?" "the last one," i whimpered, feeling the gun press further into my back. "how long are you going to be?" "we're 8 minutes out," derek told me and my heart plummeted. that was too much time. "ask for peppers if there is somewhere safe you can get to..." emily said. "no! definitely no peppers."

jj's pov. tears were streaming steadily down my face at this point. when garcia told us his name, i whimpered and cowered in my seat. i knew i should have done something about him when i had the chance. "two priors of aggravated assault," garcia said. "she had a permanent restraining order against him." "so this is his third strike, he's not going peacefully," morgan threatened. all i could think about was my sweet little sister, sobbing in my arms at his abuse. why didn't i do something sooner?

your pov "what the hell is taking so long?" johnny groaned, cocking the gun. i gulped. "sorry, they're just really bus-" "then call somewhere else!" he shouted, making me cower. "i'm starving!" i took a deep breath, "listen, i might have to cancel this order. my boyfriends getting kind of mad so.." "listen y/n, we'll be there in less than two minutes with swat." morgan told me and i felt some sort of relief. emily begged me to stay on, asking me to try my hardest and i agreed. i was still waiting to hear my sisters voice. that's the only hope i needed. morgan began asking me questions but suddenly the cloth forced itself around my mouth. i couldn't breath. "nice try, bitch." johnny snarled, snatching the phone from my hand. then, sweet saviour, i heard her. "johnny, where's y/n?" "she's right here," he laughed before hitting me. i groaned and cried. "please," i sobbed. "say hi to your friends," he laughed. i needed JJ. where the fuck was JJ.

jj's pov. "listen johnny," emily said, keeping her cool. i froze hearing her groans in pain. i'd heard them far too many times to know she was hurting. if she made noise, she was in unbearable pain and i needed to hold her. "the cops are already on their way. how this ends is up to you." "this only ends one way!" he shouted down the phone and i flinched. my baby sister. emily began explaining to johnny the situation and i felt so sick. suddenly, we pulled up outside. emily carried on talking, pretending not to know so he'd know. "shut up!" he screamed and i flinched everytime. "please, shut up!" he repeated. "what's going on johnny? talk to me," morgan said, getting into place. prentiss told me the plan and i nodded, quickly wiping my tears. "she ruined it!" johnny snarled. that's what dad used to say. "she always ruins it." "nothing is ruined. we can fix this okay?" rossi said and as we took our positions by the apartment. as soon as the trampoline was up, i shook like a leaf, clinging to emily- watching the window like a hawk. "how? how can we fix this?" i heard him say inside. then emily speak on the headset. "my grandmother always used to say, when a door closes, open a window..." she said. i hid my head in her shoulder. "you have to take a leap... of faith." just then, i saw her flash of blonde hair and voices raise. emily scrambled to the air bag as she scurried off it- taking my sister into her arms. "it's okay y/n." she said. "you're safe now." she then stepped aside and i took my baby sister into my arms. she clung to me the way she did when we were children. "i knew you'd understand," she cried into my shoulder. i only held her tighter, feeling relief and love and anger. my god. what a pizza delivery.

[matthewkniesys]

late night driving - luke hughes

summary: bad weeks at uni mean good boyfriends trying to cheer you up. and luke was the very best boyfriend so of course you two went driving and got ice cream and watched the sunset to cheer you up.

a/n: this is a little fic i wrote from an anons request for luke hughes x zegras sister sneaking out to get ice cream. this takes place once they've started dating but in secret. its purely fluff and its just super cute!! hope you like it 🫶

pairing: luke hughes x zegras sister!reader

warnings: some swearing and talk of anxiety

Honestly, saying you had a shitty week felt like an understatement. You'd been back to Uni for a few weeks and you already felt like you were drowning. You'd been late to class 3 times this week, it rained and you fell into a puddle, one of your profs is horrible, you'd been so anxious everyday and to top everything off, between you and Luke being busy you hadn't gotten to see each other all week.

But it was finally Friday night and you were so excited to curl up on the couch, do nothing but watch shitty sitcoms and not move for hours. You made instant ramen, grabbed a blanket that still smelled like Luke from when he was at your dorm last weekend, and settled in. Your roommate was going out for the night so you had the whole room to yourself.

Your peace was interrupted 5 episodes into your binge. At this point it was 7 o'clock. It was too early for your roommate to be back but too late for someone uninvited to show up. And you sure as hell hadn't invited anyone.

You got off the couch, extremely pissed at the fact that anyone would dare interrupt your quiet Friday night. You feel a little different after you open the door though.

"Hey babe." Says a familiar voice when you open the door.

"Oh my god Luke. How did you know I needed you tonight?" You ask, jumping into your boyfriends arms.

"I always know...plus I could kinda guess from the very aggressive texts you've been sending me all week."

You laugh. "Yeah well my week has been less than perfect that's for sure." You lead Luke into your dorm and the two of you have a seat on your bed.

"Babe, tell me about it. Why was your week so bad?"

"I just- it was one bad event after another. Over and over again. I couldn't catch a break. From falling into a puddle to having coffee spilt on me to having a really shitty professor it felt like nothing was going right. And then I was just so anxious every single day. And I haven't felt this anxious in so long and I just didn't know how to deal with it." You take a deep breath. It feels good to let your feelings out to someone you trust.

Luke rubs your back. "I'm so sorry your week so shitty babe. I'm also sorry I couldn't have been there for you. I should've been I was just bu-"

You cut your boyfriend off. "You don't have to apologise Luke. I get it. Life is busy and you don't always have time."

"But I always want to have time for you. You are so important to me." You sit in silence for a few moments and then it's Luke who speaks first.

"Wanna go grab some ice cream? We could maybe even still have time to catch the sunset."

You smile. Luke always knows what you need. "Yeah, I'd love that." But also where does Jack think you are? He doesn't know we're dating yet and I know he's a little bit overprotective."

"Yeah, um I kinda snuck out. And he's probably blowing up my phone right now but I don't care. I'm an adult and I wanted to come see you." You smile up at Luke while he gets off the bed. You never thought you'd start falling in love with him this fast but yet here you were.

Luke grabs your hand and the two of you run down the hallway out to Luke's car. You hop into the passenger seat and Luke gets in and starts the car. As he's pulling away, he places a gentle hand on your thigh. You look over at him to see he has a content and peaceful smile on his face as he drives. It overbearing to think you have this kind of effect on him.

Luke parks at the curb and hand in hand, you walk into the ice cream shop. It's a cute little retro diner type place that just opened up a few weeks ago.

Luke, being the boring boy he is, orders plain vanilla while you get your favourite. Luke pays and you return to his car.

"Do you wanna go to the overpass and watch the sunset?"

Luke knows that, that's what you want to do so you just smile. On the drive you play music and Luke hums along while you go full out, pretending you're in a music video. He laughs, not quite sure how he was able to land an amazing person like you.

You arrive just in time. The sky is full of oranges, pinks and reds. Luke helps you up onto the hood of his car and two of you cuddle up, eat your ice cream and watch the setting sun.

When the sky is fully dark you get back in and start driving. You assume Luke will drop you back off at your dorm but all of a sudden you realise he's driving the wrong way.

"Luke are you trying to kidnap me? Where are we going?"

He picks up your hand from where it's resting on the console and kisses it.

"I have no clue babe, but I do know I'm not ready to end this night yet so let's keep driving and see where we end up, okay."

You Look at Luke with all the love in the world in your eyes.

"Okay."

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[daily-haley]

Suicidal Bus Ride

I brushed it off once since accidents happen all the time, but now this is concerning. Looking into the rearview mirror at the elderly man who occasionally wears a smile, I can tell something isn't right. I got a chill when I first entered the bus. Not from the freezing air conditioning, but because Driver Joe didn't seem his usual self.

There was never a day where he would allow his emotions to get the better of him. He greeted every customer with a smile and told us to enjoy our day as we left. But today, he hasn't said a word to anyone. I should know, as I'm the second person on the bus today.

The gentleman seated in the back with gray headphones over his ears has his head bobbing all over the place. Usually, he gets off before me, and Joe would walk back to wake him once we arrived at his stop, but neither of those things happened today.

Carefully, I look at the other passengers, seeing if anyone else feels that something is off. Not everyone is familiar to me, but the gentleman wearing the tailored brown suit seated two rows behind me makes me feel at ease.

“Excuse me.” I wave to gather his attention. Once he looks up, I remove the earbuds from my ears. “Can I ask you a question?”

The man nods and slides into the empty seat next to him. I pick up my belongings—just a leather satchel, and join him. “Hi, I'm Fiona.” I give a quick smile.

“Franky.”

“Are you familiar with our driver? Joe?” I try to be as discreet as possible and lower my head out of Joe's sight.

“I am. Why do you ask?”

“The gentleman in the back was supposed to get off two stops ago.”

Franky looks over his shoulder before going back on his phone. “I don't see the problem. What's your concern?”

Something's weird with Joe, jackass! Is what I wanted to blurt out. But everyone on this bus is living their own lives, and Franky just so happens to be the anxious employee who's always late to work.

“Never mind.” I sigh. “Sorry to bother you.” I take my things and return to my seat. Maybe I'm the odd one. Joe's allowed to have a bad day just like everyone else. I put my earbuds back in and look out of the window, waiting for the landmarks that let me know I'm near my stop.

Minutes pass by. Realistically, it's been six. Franky then gets up and draws attention to himself by saying, “Hey man! That was my stop. Why didn't you slow down?”

Joe. The driver. Never apologizes. Not a word comes out of those pale, chapped lips. He keeps his eyes on the road and actually swerves a little too hard to the left, causing Franky to lose balance.

The mother with a young child seated rows in front of me shrieks at the sudden movement, and a glass from the back row smashes onto the floor. Something’s wrong. I get up from my seat and bang on the plexiglass surrounding Joe.

“Hey Joe!” I call his name. “What's the big idea? You're being reckless with your driving, and some people missed their stops!”

Joe never acknowledges me.

“What the hell, man?!” Franky makes his way up front, completely vexed—and rightfully so. “I'm going to report you if you don't stop this bus right now!” he threatens.

Joe doesn't say a word. Instead, he makes a hard turn to the right and opens the door.

My jaw falls slack watching Franky fall out of the doors. His eyes filled with shock and fear. I squeeze my eyes shut hearing the screeching of car tires behind us. I don't know if he's dead or alive, but the hairs along my arms stand tall with chills along my spine.

Joe just killed Franky! He's not right in the mind! I let go of the triangle hand bar and run to the back of the bus, banging on the windows.

The woman with the young child starts screaming bloody murder, and the remaining passengers finally come to their senses, realizing we're all going to die if we stay on this bus.

The guy who had dozed off to sleep is woken by his head banging on the bus’s window.

“Help us get out of here!” I alert him to Joe going crazy, seeing that we need some muscle if we intend to live.

“Hey!” The young man takes off his headphones and charges to the front of the bus, attempting to fight Joe for the wheel.

I don't know if telling the gym bro made things worse for everyone, but Joe drives us onto a ramp. Next thing I know, we're airborne.

Everything that happens next goes by in slow motion. I see my life flashing before my eyes. All of the things I regretted come to mind—the argument I had with my mother last month, missing my younger brother's graduation to get high with my friends—and for the first time in my life, I don't feel invincible.

[lago-morpha]

can all the people I follow stop reblogging that post making fun of people with social anxiety (but don't worry, it's okay because we're making fun of the social anxiety of a Bad Person™!). this shit is DEBILITATING! I cannot answer a phone call from my fucking doctor because I get too anxious to answer! I cannot go to the grocery store on my own because I get anxiety attacks. I cannot get employed because I am too anxious to participate in society. I can't learn to drive because I'm too anxious. I get delusions about strangers finding me so weird and obnoxious they are conspiring to kill me, and that my doctor is leaving the room to laugh at me with the rest of the staff because they all think I'm obnoxious. I get convinced everyone is watching me in public and every laugh is laughing at me and everyone is very intently paying attention to how awkward I'm acting because they plan to hurt me! It makes it really hard to accomplish everyday tasks like buying groceries or seeing a doctor or going to a restaurant, and I can't do anything involving being in public by myself because my anxiety is so bad my brain doesn't know how to deal with it and I get delusional and psychotic!

BUT HA HA IT'S SO FUNNY WHEN PEOPLE CAN'T ANSWER A PHONE CALL ISN'T IT SO FUNNY AREN'T THEY SUCH A LOSER. maybe think for one second how the people with severe social anxiety in your life feel when you throw Bad People™ under the bus for having it, because I sure as hell feel like I'm the next fucking target to have my mental illness made fun of as soon as I disagree with a popular narrative. like really nothing makes me more uncomfortable to talk about my severe social anxiety than those who berate people who can't make a phone call and then proclaim to be a friend to the mentally ill. forget schizophrenics you all can't even handle social anxiety

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Executioner's Song: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: As the newly formed Scarlet Witch, you're not letting anyone get in your way to true power, not even Dean. The power you feel is like no other, and not even Cain is a match for you. Sure is cute to watch him try, though.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean informs Cas they'll meet him in Illinois at a motel where he's at. It's a long drive that you'd rather not be taking with the Winchesters but it's better than stealing a car or being cramped on a bus. Cas takes his time in meeting you and when he does, his eyes immediately look you over. Not only are your clothes different from what you usually wear, but there's something about your demeanor that's different. Not only did Cain kill Tommy but he's killed dozens and left them in unmarked graves off the beaten path.

What the hell is he doing?

"I'm sorry I couldn't bring better news, Dean."

"It's not your fault, Cas," Dean sighs.

Sam gets the sheriff on the phone in regards to the case and Cas looks at you in concern.

"How are you doing?"

"I've honestly never been better," you grin.

Red magic dances around both palms and Cas' entire face falls at this realization.

"You have magic again. That's chaos magic."

"And loving every minute of it," you grin.

"You know why we're hunting Cain, so why are you here?"

"What, like I have to tell you everything I do? Let's not forget who kept a secret agenda when you were working with Crowley, hm?"

"Yes, look how well that turned out. I let the Leviathans loose."

"Yeah, you did," you smirk, "but I'm more dangerous than a Leviathan." You walk closer to Cas and get in his personal space. "Stay out of my way and we won't have a problem."

"Thanks," Sam says and hangs up the phone. "Okay, the sheriff gave me a few more names and some preliminary IDs on the bodies."

"And?"

"It seems to fit Cas' story. I mean, there's no way to tell the relation to Cain, obviously, but he's wiping out entire families, one after another."

"Okay, who's next? Is he done with the Tollivers?"

"I think so. I mean, Leon didn't have any siblings or any other children I can see, and Tommy was never married so I--" Sam continues to look and curses. "Damn it."

"What?"

"Tommy did have a son who lives with his mother in Ohio. Austin Reynolds, twelve years old."

"Is the kid still alive?"

Sam pulls up a Facebook account for the mother where she posts pictures of her and her kid.

"As of an hour ago, yeah. His other updated her status. It's a kid. You don't really think Cain would kill him, do you?"

"Yes, he would," Cas nods.

"There were old men in those graves, Sam, and women. You heard Cas. It's a fire sale. Everyone must go. We gotta get to Ohio."

"Then what? What do you plan on doing?"

"I'll do what I have to do. I'll kill Cain."

"Yes, let's do that. Let's find Cain and kill him," you say with a smile.

All three men look at you weirdly.

"You want to kill Cain to help me?"

"Like I'm doing this for you," you scoff. "Can needs to die and I'm going to help. I'll be in the car."

You grab your jacket and go to the car, leaving the men inside the motel room. Dean waits until the door closes to openly talk about you. He doesn't want you to know that he's still trying to look for the cure for you. Whether or not you want it, you're going to get it. He's not going to let you ruin your life over something like the Mark.

"She's getting worse, Cas. I didn't realize she could have magic. Her soul is gone."

"I didn't see this coming. The effect of the Mark on her must be more powerful than I thought. Let me check on her soul." He raises his hand and passes it over Dean's head, and a white light shines from his palm. "Her soul still isn't ready. Even if there is a sliver of darkness, her magic and the Mark will feed that darkness until her entire soul is black again. We have to keep waiting."

Dean sighs in frustration. He didn't want to hear that news. It's going to be a lot harder to get your soul inside of you now that you have magic. You'll put up a helluva fight for it.

"You know she's not planning anything good, right?"

"Yeah but we have to take her with us or I have a feeling people will die," Sam says. "One problem with killing Cain. How are you going to put him down?"

"Well, there's only one thing that can kill him. The Blade."

"Dean, wielding the Blade against Cain himself... Win or lose, you may never come back from that fight."

"I know," Dean sighs, "but I won't be alone. I don't know what Y/N is planning but she wants Cain dead and having a witch on my side will definitely help. There's only one person who knows where the Blade is."

Dean takes out his phone and calls Crowley.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't--"

"Cain's back," Dean cuts him off. "He's gone dark and I need the Blade."

"Why would I do that for you?"

"Because you have as much reason to want Cain off the board as anyone. Cain has a kill list and you're on it." Sam and Cas stay quiet knowing Dean is lying to him. "What do you say, Crowley? You in?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'll text you the location." Sam, Dean, and Cas finally come out of the motel room and pile into the car. "Surprised you're still here."

"Like I said before, Cain needs to die and I'm just here to provide help. I reckon you'll fuck it up somehow."

You travel to Ohio to the farm you know where Austin is living at. The mother isn't home for unknown reasons but Austin is in the barn to pass the time until it's time to go to bed.

"Is the kid here?" Dean asks.

"He's upstairs inside the barn. He's playing with a basketball," Cas answers.

"Cain will strike soon. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, but soon. When he does..."

"Yeah, I got it," Sam sighs. "You charge in with the Blade with Y/N. What about the kid? We just watch and wait until Cain attacks? I thought this was a rescue mission."

"We save the kid after Cain shows. We know what Cain's after. That's our only advantage. We want to trap Cain, we use it."

"Using a twelve-year-old as bait? I can't believe what I'm hearing," Sam scoffs.

"Neither can I."

You turn to see Crowley approaching the small group. You immediately see red at seeing his fat smug face. 

"What's the matter, Crowley? Did you suddenly grow a conscience? Too good to put a minor in danger?" Dean asks.

"Don't give a damn about the kid. I'm talking about the risk to us."

"There is no us. You're here for one reason. That's to hand me the Blade."

"Yeah, about that. Seeing as this is shaping up to be one of those two-step capture-then-kill kind of deals, I think your buddies would agree it's better to keep the Blade out of both your hands until we've got Cain sewn up, just to be safe. Now, back to this plan of yours."

You push Sam and Dean out of the way and storm over to Crowley. His eyes widen the second he sees red magic pouring out of your hands. You hold him in place and get all up in his personal space.

"I was lenient with you before but now, I don't give a rat's ass if you die or not. Fuck us over even slightly and I'll destroy you from the inside out. Got it?"

Crowley nods and you remove the hold you have on him. Dean and Sam are so concerned with Austin that you don't care if he is used as bait. Sam thought of the not-so-brilliant plan of having Crowley make an illusion of Austin so that he could get him and his mom out of the state and far from Cain. Everyone agrees to that but you don't care as long as you get Cain's head on a stick.

He's coming soon, you can feel it. He's getting closer with every second that passes. Crowley agrees to get the Blade but he won't hand it over until Cain is trapped. Cas went with Crowley to make sure he wasn't lying about helping.

"So, if this works and we capture Cain, then what?" Sam asks.

You look at the brothers who are talking on the side. You're close enough to hear their conversation.

"We'll cross that bridge when we--if we come to it." Dean pauses. "You know last week, I've always known this job would be the death of me. I knew I'd go out swinging. I'm at peace with that. I just didn't realize the time would come so soon, you know, like right now. I'm scared, Sam."

You groan loudly and turn to the brothers with an emotionless face.

"If you're so scared, go run to Mommy. Or I can give you something to be scared about." You walk over to Dean. "Man up, take that Blade, and ram it into his chest."

"If you have the Mark, why don't you kill him?"

"You know, I would, but watching this Mark destroy you is just too much fun," you smile but then lose it seconds later. "Quit being a baby and do your damn job."

Cain comes an hour later searching for Austin. The illusion Crowley made is inside the barn playing basketball. You, Sam, and Dean are waiting in the shadows. The brothers made a big devil's trap in the middle of the barn and covered it with dirt and hay so that Cain wouldn't be suspicious when he walked in. Cain knocks over something on the ground causing Austin to stop playing ball.

"Is someone there?" Austin asks and looks around the barn.

"Hello, Austin."

Austin turns and sees Cain standing in the doorway of the barn.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to kill you."

Cain pulls a knife from under his coat but Cas jumps in to save the illusion.

"No, you won't."

"You can't stop me."

Cas raises his hand toward Cain with bright blue eyes. Light emanates from his palm at the same time the wind picks up inside the barn. Cain's hair blows back a little but isn't fazed by Cas' powers. Cain points his knife at Cas and flicks it to the right, causing Cas' angel blade to fly out of his hand. He flicks the knife to the left and Cas flies through the air to the other side of the barn, crashing into the side of a pickup truck.

"Don't, please," Austin says flatly.

Cain walks over to Austin and stabs him in the stomach, and Austin disappears in a cloud of purple smoke.

"Illusion spell. That's 18th-century magic." Crowley walks into the barn. "If I had to hazard a guess, Rune of Amaranth."

"Good eye. Something I picked up from my mother," he smirks.

"I know you fear me. I can only assume..." Cain kicks some of the dirt away from the floor to reveal the devil's trap he walked into. "Clever. It won't hold me for long, you know."

"It won't need to."

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[the-offside-rule]

Jude Bellingham (Borussia Dortmund) - When We Were Young

Requested: tumblr

Prompts: "When We Were Young - Adele

Warnings: bit of angst here and there

*IF YOU DONT WANNA READ IT, DONT! DONT COMPLAIN IN MY ASK BOX, OR DMS ABOUT WHY I SHOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS CHILL*

"Why are we here again?" Jude asked as his friend Y/n led him into the library she usually went to in Dortmund. "Were here to buy clothes. Why the hell do you think we're here?" She replied. "No need to be like that. Just asking." Jude mumbled. "I wasn't being like anything. You're just being in a mood as per usual." It wasnt a usual thing. He was in a mood because of his recent breakup eith his last girlfriend of four years. He loved her and he thought they'd be end game, but it wasn't meant to be he supposed. "I'm not in a mood." Jude muttered. "You are. You very much are in a mood."

"Can you just be quick and pick something so we can go?" He asked, his hand clenched in his pockets. "I know what book I need so settle your knickers." She said. "I hope I see someone I know. Means I could sit and talk and annoy you more." Jude gave a sarcastic smile to that statement. "I hope you do too. That way I can go get the bus home and not have you annoying me." She slapped his arm and continued walking. She grabbed the book She needed for college, scanned her library card so she could borrow it and left with her moody teenager of a friend trailing behind her.

"Right, in the car." She said, throwing the book into the back. Y/n looked over to Jude, his face half covered by his jumper and hood, while his hands were shoved into his pockets. "Do you want me to open the door or what?" She asked. "I said I'm getting the bus." He replied. "Get in the car." She repeated. Not a move. "Jude, in the car." He shook his head. "I'm getting the bus."

"Jude! Get in the fucking car! I'm not having this today!" Jude looked at her angrily but quick got into her car, slamming the door behind him. Y/n got in shortly after and looked over worried as he fumbled with his seat belt. "Are you alright?" She asked. "Yeah, just drive." He replied as he clicked his seatbelt into place. She let out an agitated sigh and started her car, beginning to drive. The silence was almost ghostly. The atmosphere was cold and there was a sense of tension. "Right I'm putting on the radio." She said, breaking the silence. Jude on the other hand, didn't say anything. He folded his arms and looked out the window at the grey skies and people walking by in raincoats. "Oh my god, I love this song!" She exclaimed, catching the young brit by surprise.

"And all the girls dream that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner and-" She turned to her friend in the passenger side. "You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you." She sang it passionately. A grin appeared on Judes face as he looked over amused as to why she was singing. "How is this helping me get over my breakup?" Jude asked. "Are you smiling?" He felt his cheeks heat up before he turned and looked out the window. "Oh come on! You'll be fine! She was a cunt anyway." She said. "Not to me she wasn't. Maybe she just didn't like you because she thought you'd steal me away." He said sarcastically. "Imagine. That's fucking stupid. You're not the footballer I'd get with." Jude rolled his eyes. "For the last time, I don't know Pedri or Gavi personally."

"All you'd need to do is shoot them a text on Instagram. That should do the trick Jude! I'd do the same for you!" Jude scoffed. "As if I'd need your help in getting a girlfriend." He replied. "Who's freshly single again?" His lips pressed together inot a flat light, showing his disapproval of her last question. "You've been single longer though." He said smiling over towards her. "Yeah because I choose to be single. You've no choice at the moment." The smile slightly faded. "I did have a girlfriend though." The melancholic feeling set back in as he found himself upset over the breakup yet again. Y/n glanced over to Jude, seeing him sulking again. There was a silence filling the car, a very, very sad silence. "If its any consolation they worst thing she could do is go to Barcelona and fuck Gavi." Jude chuckled and nodded. "Chances of that are slim." He said. "But never zero." She added. "Why did Gavi even come into this conversation? I know you think he's fit but fuck sake." Jude laughed. "I'm right though. He's Spanish, young and oh my god did I mention he's a golden boy?"

"You might've done, yeah." He smiled. "You look so down Jude. I didn't know she meant that much to you." She said. "She did. I liked her a lot." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "But it's over. Doesn't matter anyway." The silence grew in the car once again. "I just liked her is all." Jude repeated again and again. "More than cake pops?" His face scrunched as he thought to himself. "I wouldn't say so, no." The pair laughed together at the answer. "So why don't we just get cake pops, drive around the city and throw on a breakup album?"

"Is this breakup album just Taylor Swift as usual?" He asked. "What else would it be?" She chuckled. "Alright then. We'll do that." After a couple of minutes, she parked and grabbed her purse to get out. "Alright, I'll be back in a sec. Do you want the chocolate ones still? Because they've got white chocolate and raspberry now too." She asked. "Just grab whichever ones. I don't mind." He said. "Alright, be back in a sec."

"Y/n?"

She looked back to a much happier Jude than before. It was almost as though he just got whatever he needed to say and it was a weight off his shoulders. "Thank you." He said. "I'm only buying you cake pops, it's not that deep lad." She joked. "Oh don't be daft! You know what I mean." She nodded and smiled back. "Don't mention it. I'll always be here if you need to talk." She said closing the door. He watched her carefully as she crossed the road into her favourite bakery before he whipped out his phone and opened the matte phone case over his phone to reveal a small faded photo of two kids together. Little did they know back then, that their friendship would lead to getting cakepops as roommates in Dortmund, with plans to listen to Taylor Swift albums until one gets over their breakup, while the other sings and dedicates the love songs to him secretly.

[solace-sylphieee]

For Contents Moving Forward...

The very first post in my tumblr and it ends as my final notice for 时空中的绘旅人 / For All Time / HLR / Lovebrush Chronicles / LBC.

The irony.

But anyway figured I should do here cuz it's going to be quite the long essay from me.

We're now halfway through March, White Day's almost here and so is my 3rd Anniversary Emerald's Wedding Ring Merch.

THAT'S RIGHT

I'm gonna get married with Emerald / Cael and retire for good to enjoy my marri-

...

To hell with that, I really can't bring myself to finish that bs.

But anyway the intention is still there - I am planning to retire from HLR / LBC but before that, I will clear off some of my stuff and I will drop the game as a whole: 1. Retrospring QnAs for the guide account I'm part of: @stshelterpedia 2. Chronological Summary to the game's story (had been requested to do this cuz the event release is now extremely messed up) 3. Claiming all my remaining monthly pack resources

For my followers from Twitter, new and old, I have gone missing from releasing the translation of game news for a long time, and now I feel the need and for the first time, share my thoughts in a very elaborative manner instead.

Sorry for ghosting on you guys for so long and from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the follows all this while, even with me neglecting the translations here and there.

Although I believe many take me as a source of news translation and no more than that, there are still some who I've build relationship with as well throughout the years.

Now onto my retirement from this game and the translation thereof:

Do take note there's going to be some spoilers too -

Work may have been one of the reasons behind it as I've been way too occupied this year comparatively, but the very main factor would be the fact that I've lost my love and passion for this game.

In all honesty, I've stopped reading the Card Stories since Paradise / Eden and Event Stories since Onmyoji Collab. And for my long-time followers, I'm not sure if it's that obvious, but I have stopped fangirling or make any remarks on the game content for years - which I guess is quite the obvious sign from then on.

I loved HLR / LBC for its plot. I loved how plot is the driving force and priority of the game since the beginning. I loved how everything revolves around the plot, including the charaters to Event Stories and Card Stories.

But alas, all of that are past tense for me.

I may have been biased cuz I stopped reading all the side contents, so it's just the impressions I'm getting from the discussions I have with my friend. But for me after Destiny Corridor (DC) iirc? Fan service becomes the driver in this bus.

DC has its own share of service, but I feel the wrmth from deep down. All the nostalgia and warmth, and that's the peak storytelling before its downwards slope for me.

Personally I don't mind fan services, but for me it feels like Event Story has become more and more irrelevant to Main Story, unlike in the past. Card Story is there to build some background story, but since it's more fan servicey now, it's just a stalemate story with barely any development.

At least that's what I feel and my impressions here and there.

Some may wanna ask: "But isn't Empire series the most Main Story relevant Event Story?"

Yeah, it should be, cuz it's almost the deadline (iirc supposedly by 4th year) that Empire Chapter will begin for Main Story and the final route of it marks the end of Season 1.

But the latest one I've read - Tidal-Disruption, Admiral Star / Prefect Luminance side specifically, actually disappointed me a whole lot.

Chosen is written brilliantly to make us fear Maker more, but in juxtaposition Star / Luminance had a great start but a meh ending.

I find that the appeal behind Star / Luminance is that he is interested in MC for how strong she is emotionally and wants to break her, believing she will also be his greatest and most perfect creation cuz his other 'collections' can't withstand his 'molding'. All the revelations is nice and all, then suddenly he becomes so infatuated with MC he accepts his name as Alkaid (THAT DUDE HAS BEEN DENYING AND REJECTING OF SO STRONGLY SINCE HIS APPEARANCE) and play family with MC, imprisoning her and the story went like husband going back home to a lovely wife waiting for him treting his wounds.

I just

??????

DUDE WHERE DID YOUR COLDNESS, INDIFFERENCE WENT?

WHY DID YOU BECOME SO LOVE LORNED?????

I believed he had been better than that but he made my inner Asian Parent Disappointment surge up and I can only shake my head at the end when he decided to just let MC go.

Others let go cuz they are interested to see how far she can go, cuz she's not a threat at all, cuz she's a great piece for their plans, or cuz of their own twisted obssession; but for him it feels like a bad attempt in making him more romanceable.

End of ranting for now else it's gonna be for eternity.

Stories aside, what prompted me to ultimately announce my retirement as a whole is the moment I realise I hadn't logged into the game for 2 days (my birb brain had thought it's only 1 day).

That's right, 2 days and I didn't feel any urgency or frustrations for missing out on the resources. This is as of today, 10 March 2024:

While on the other hand I feel like choking myself for missing my morning grind for another game.

With such comparison, I figure it's high time I check this off with a notice for everyone.

It has been a long journey and I enjoyed the companion of this game that also bring many new encounters for me.

But it is also time for me to bid the game adieu.

Feel free to unfollow me on my Twt if you're not interested in seeing me anymore.

Moving forward, I might begin some other translation project for games I took interest in (time to see if 世界之外 Beyond The World's grip be that strong on me) and I will also share a more elaborative train of thoughts here too.

Thanks for reading all the way here, my DMs in Twt are open for chats, and feel free to interact with me. I will be more than happy to share my thoughts with you too :)

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Three

Wednesday 10:30 PM

September 25, 1996

I was in my room reading when I heard something out on the roof. I set my book down and walked over to my window. I peaked my head out and saw Billy walking across to get to Sidney’s room. “What’cha doin, Romeo?” He jumped a little, spinning around to look at me with wide eyes. “Fuck. yn, what’re you doing here?” he asked. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Well, you see I live here and this is my room. It would have been easier for you to just climb up onto the roof from the other side.”

He looked a little awkward just standing there. “So you going to tell me why you decided to climb into my sister’s bedroom window?” I asked. He looked hesitant to tell me anything. I rolled my eyes, “I'm not going to tell my dad if that’s what you’re worried about.” He relaxed a little after I said that. "I was at home watching TV and I got bored. Thought I'd take a drive and come see Sid." I hummed, "well, have fun. If you were hoping to get laid you know that won't happen." He glared at me and I smiled, closing my window and curtains.

Only a few seconds later I heard Sidney let out a small scream and then dad was knocking on her door. I was so entertained by all this that I had to know what her excuse would be. I walked out into the hall and across the landing. "Yeah, Sid, what's going on in there?" I asked, smirking at her. "Nothing. I didn't scream," she said. "I swear I heard a scream," dad said and she shook her head. He gave her a look but let it go.

"Okay, well, I'm going to bed. I have an early flight in the morning. Remember–" before he could continue we spoke at the same time. "You're staying at the Hilton beside the airport." He nodded his head, "and if you need anything just call me. I've left money for you if you need it. Good night, I love you." He kissed Sidney's forehead then walked over to me and did the same. He walked back down stairs to the guest room, well now his bedroom. I walked over to Sidney before she closed the door. "Romeo, should really be more discreet when trying to sneak in through your window." I winked and walked back to my room.

When I walked back into my room Stu was sitting on my bed. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I asked, quickly closing and locking my door. "You gotta lock your window, babe. Now come here." I rolled my eyes but went over to him.

Thursday 8:00 PM

September 26, 1996

When we got to school the next day there were news vans and new reporters covering the lawn. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered to Sidney. I had taken the bus since Stu called and said he wouldn't be able to pick me up. We looked around and my eyes stopped on one person in particular. Gale fucking Weathers. She decided to take advantage of our mother's death. She took Cotton Weary's side and then wrote a fucking book.

"Did you guys hear?" Sidney and I both jumped. "Jesus, Tatum," I said, putting a hand over my heart. "What's going on?" Sideny asked. "Casey Becker and Steve Orth were murdered last night." We looked at her with wide eyes. "What?!" I shouted. "And not just killed. We're talking splatter movie killed--split open end to end," she said. I felt fucking sick ti my stomach. "Casey Becker? She sits next to me in English," Sid said.

"Not anymore. Her parents found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside," Tatum said. I looked at her and she cringed. "Shit, sorry, yn. I know you guys were friends." I nodded my head, "yeah, kind of I guess. Do they know who did it?" I asked. We walked up the steps to go inside the school. "Fucking clueless–they're interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students , Btaff, janitors."

"They think it's school-related?" Sidney asked as we stopped before going inside. "They don't know. Dewey said this is the worse crime they've ever seen. Even worse than…" Tatum stopped talking. We knew what she was going to say. This was the worst crime they've seen since our mother's murder. "Well, it's bad." We walked into the building after that and headed to class.

Everyone was being called to the office to be questioned by Sheriff Burke. Sidney and I were called at the same time and it was awkward to say the least. After we were allowed to leave we went to one more class before meeting everyone at the fountain. "Hello, beautiful," Stu said, kissing my cheek when I sat between his legs. "What kind of questions did they ask you, guys?" Tatum asked. "They asked if we knew Casey," Sidney told her. "Yeah, they asked when the last time was when I saw her. I told them when she came into the video store around like eight-thirty."

"Yeah. They asked me that too," she said. "Hey, they ask if you like to hunt?" Stu asked Billy. His arms were wrapped around me holding me to him. "Yeah, they did. They ask you?" Billy asked and Stu nodded. "Hunt? Why would they ask you if you like to hunt?" Tatum asked, confused. She popped a grape into her mouth looking between Billy and Stu. She was sitting on the other side of me and Stu right beside Randy. "Cause their bodies were gutted," Randy said.

"Thank you, Randy," Billy said, sitting up more to look at him. "They didn't ask me if I like to hunt,' Tatum pouted a little. "That's 'cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em," Stu said. I turned my head to look at him. "That is so sexist," I told him. "Yeah, the killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct?" Tatum said, rolling her eyes. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing," Randy said, popping something into his mouth.

"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. And the fact is, It takes a man to do something like that," Stu shrugged. "Or a man's mentality," I said. He smirked at me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "How do you... gut someone?" I looked over at Sidney. Her head was looking down at her lap as she played with a loose string. I reached over and grabbed her hand and she squeezed it back. "You take a knife, and you slit 'em from groin to sternum." We looked at Stu in shock and disgust.

"Hey. It's called tact, you fuck-rag," Billy said. "Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" Sidney asked. Fucking low blow, Sid. Sru scoffed out a laugh, tightening his hold on me. "Yeah, for like two seconds," he said. "Before she dumped him for Steve," Randy said. "I thought you dumped her for me?" I asked. I mean sure me and Casey were friends but we weren't that close. Besides she was never really into Stu in the first place. "I did. He's full of shit," Stu said, looking at Randy.

"And are the police aware that you dated the victim?" Randy asked, smirking. "Hey, what are you saying? That I killed her?" Stu asked. There was no way Stu could do that. Why would he? It's not like he had a grudge or anything. And I just can't see him killing a person. "It would certainly improve your high school 'Q', " Randy said. "Stu was with me last night, okay?" I said. Stu kissed my neck, a smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I was."

"Ooh?" Randy says, eyebrows raised. "Was that before or after he sliced and diced?" He asked, leaning over Tatum a little as he stood. "Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tatum asked. Randy sat back down and shrugged, "Working, thank you. And yn was there too," he said. "At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass." I chuckled, "They did. Twice," I said. "I didn't kill anybody," Stu said and I kissed his cheek. "Nobody said you did."

Stu looked over at Billy and smiled, "Thanks, buddy." Yeah there was definitely no way Stu could kill someone. Billy only on the other hand…well i could see him doing something like that with that pent up anger he has. "Besides, it takes a man to do something like that," Randy said, trying to mock Stu. "I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid," Stu told him. "Tell me something—" Randy stood up. "Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? 'Cause I heard they found her liver in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas."

"Randy, you goon-fuck. I'm trying to eat here," Tatum said, throwing a grape at him. "She's getting mad, all right? You better liver alone," Stu said. I rolled my eyes and watched Sidney get up. She kissed Billy and then walked away. "Sid, wait up!" Tatum grabbed her stuff and ran after her. "Liver alone! Li— Ow!" Billy punched Stu in the arm. "Liver. Liver. It was a joke."

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part thirty-five

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Part 34

Groaning out loudly as the heavy fog of unconsciousness began to lift, your eyes slowly flutter open to the of a hospital room.

"Looks like someone's finally awake..." you're greeted by the nurse standing over you with a smile.

"W-What happened...?" you enquire, clutching at your throbbing head.

"You blacked out not long after delivering your daughter" the nurse explains.

"W-Where is she?" you abruptly sit up at the reminder of your child, frantically scanning the empty room.

"Where's Negan? Where's my husband?"

"Now, now... calm down..." the nurse gently presses you down to lay again.

"Your husband is in the nursey, keeping an eye over your daughter while she's being monitored."

"Monitored?" you stare panicked at the nurse's words, "what's wrong with her?!"

"Calm down..." the nurse attempts to sooth you, "there's nothing wrong. We're just making sure everything is fine, seeing that you had no prenatal care."

Feeling a bit more at ease, yet not completely satisfied, "could you get my husband for me please?" you request from the nurse.

"I'm sure he'll come in due time" the nurse responds with a weird smile plastered across her face then as she moves toward your IV drip.

"What are you doing?" you ask when she reaches up to insert a syringe into the bag.

"Just something to assist in healing process" she responds, injection the contains then.

"Something's not right..." you begin to slur as the room starts to spin.

"W-What did you give me...? W-Wh... where's my husband and baby...?!" you demand, attempting to grab at the woman but the lose the battle when everything suddenly goes black.

Being abruptly woken up the sound of loud bang; Negan opens eyes his to find a woven bag over his head, pulling it off to find himself along with others inside a bus. Frantically scanning the seats as everyone takes their headcovers, Negan begins internally panicking when realizing you weren't aboard.

The last thing he remembered; was watching as the nurses work on your daughter from outside the nursery room window, keeping an eye over his little girl while they got her cleaned up to go back to your room when suddenly another nurse came rushing toward him, informing him that something was wrong with you. After rushing to your room in a panic to find you still unconscious but ok, he was caught off-guard by heavy blow to the back of the head.

Everything after that was nothing but a black void up until waking up here.

"Is everybody alright?" a concerned Ezekiel calls out and Kelly he begins to recon, realizing then that the children were nowhere to be found, as well as Maggie, Gabriel and Rosita.

While everyone tried to figure out what was going on, they're interrupted by a man dress in complete boarding the bus.

"Goodmorning and welcome..." he addresses all.

"Today, is the first day of a new beginning. The world works when everyone knows their place, your place is at the bottom. All of the resources that we use to bring the old world back into the new, sustain it... it all starts in places like this. You should take comfort in knowing that good people will befit from your labor here. That is your redemption, that is your salvation." Everyone remained eerily quiet, while some silently cried. "The children, they're safe, they're being attended to. Play by the rules; you get to see them again. In order to do that, you must work as one. Here... nobody has a name, because we have no need for them. I'm not going to tell you mine and you will not address each other by yours."

The man then gives instructions for those that points at to exit the back exit of the bus. Once everyone was sorted through, Negan, and Kelly were part of the group left behind.

As the other's fall in, Negan watches the second group drive; wondering what the hell had happened to both you and his daughter. He prayed that the two of you were still safe back at the Commonwealth and not wherever the hell this place was. 

Part 36

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[fruityuncleskeletor]

I'm so sorry if I sound like a cunt right now but I have so much trouble empathising with rich people when they're "sad". And I get it, idol life sounds like it can be a nightmare half the time, but they know what they're signing up to. Most of us will never have this kind of opportunity in life, or even escape poverty with the way the world is. And sure, money can't buy true happiness but it sure as hell eliminates the vast majority of stressors that drive people into deep depression and gives access to all the treatments and meds that improve your condition. Maybe this makes me a horrible person but I'd much rather go through trauma and depression in a mansion being able to feed myself and my loved ones, all my bills paid on time, than struggle with depression as is plus the depression of having to choose between eating or paying rent. He could retire tomorrow and have his life set.

You know what? Your feelings are valid AND justified. I feel the same most of the time. Buuut... There's also a halo effect at work, surrounding celebrities - just because they are attractive and competent in one area, we tend to assume they are ethical people and in our minds, they can do no wrong. Their PR machine definitely works hard to confirm this biased view we hold of them.

My tags on the story video have just as much chance to be projection as they do to be a reflection of his emotions and intentions while posting that video. There was just something so endlessly sad to it - the fact that he is bare-faced and not smiling at all, and how he shifted the focus towards that one lonely insect in that tiny, mostly dry patch of flowers. It made me feel horrible because I forgot all about festival season and favourite bands and it reminded me that the bugs are fewer and fewer, we have no more seasons in Europe and the heat in the cities is making the elderly die in their homes. I have definitely said it before: I too would prefer to weep in a Ferrari than on a fucking bus. And I am a bigger, saltier cunt for thinking how easy it would be for celebrities to be vegan, to not wear fur and leather, to not work with corrupt brands, to tell people to really think it through before having kids they cannot afford to raise - and seeing that none of my faves are engaging in that. Because being famous and rich is more rewarding than being compassionate and using your platform to ACTUALLY change the world for the better by changing the people you touch with your art. But that stance can definitely coexist with compassion towards him. He could be my child, age-wise, and he seems to have a harder and harder time with the demands of celebrity. And even if he's feeling despair at the state of the world while dripped in Louis Vitty from head to toe, he would still get a hug from me. We're all trapped in this hell together and HE is definitely not the one who's keeping you and me poor and making the oceans boil. Oh and by the way: money doesn't buy happiness, but it definitely buys you the freedom you need to search for happiness. I'm definitely struggling right now, and feeling shame about it too. So we're not looking at things from that different of a perspective. By the end of this summer, all my friends will have seen SKZ live somewhere near them and I will feel really poor and left out. I can't even say, "fuck it! I won't have a future anyway, better live it up now" because I am too salty and it costs nothing to have my friends think I'm a fake fan for not traveling to another country and paying one month's paycheck to see men shaking their butts on a tiny-ass stage far away. So not engaging in that kind of sacrifice just to see my current obsession band is all I can afford right now.

[yoon-topias]

Yoontopia | Chapter 5 { Rides and Noods }

⟡ Warnings: Strong language, depression, mental health issues, references to self harm, references to violence, references to sexual assault, manic episodes, smoking, risky behavior, jealousy, smut.

⟡ 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

⟡ Best friend's older brother x OC

⟡ Summary: When a not so normal day turns into falling back into routine with small changes for both Yoongi and Vi.

⟡ 5.5k words

Yoongi Pov:

We saw Lewis one more time, said bye to bubbles from far away since the exhibit was too far before closing. She is holding onto my finger and we're going to the lockers to take out our stuff. She is walking slowly, almost behind me. I wonder what's going on in her head. Did she go too far telling me everything? Is she having memories flash back into her mind? "Hey Vi, you okay?" She hums in response "I'm just tired, I feel drained." I remember when I finally opened up about everything when I started to get help I would be so drained emotionally and physically after group therapy I would just go and lay down in my room and think about being out of there, with her. That's when my utopia expanded more than just daydreams. 

Unlocking the locker and getting out our stuff and going to another locker and putting in the code 0613 she is looking at me confused "What? I knew we would come so I came before, and put ridin’ gear for the night." Always making sure we're both warm,  in the proper clothing I hand her the riding gear I bought for her. Both of us will be clad in all black and mine has neon red going through the stitching and hers purple on the stitching. "You got my gear, Yoon." she lights up her smile being contagious I can’t help but smile. 

"Well I'm not gonna let you go cold am I? Now go change okay? We're gonna have one amazing last ride, cause’ for the party I'm driving Jin's car since you'll be in a dress." She nods her head and stumbles closer to me like a penguin bobbing her head back and forth reaching to pick up her gear, god she looks so good in it.  It is tight and fits all her curves, the roadmap I want to know blindfolded.  When she is wearing what I bought her to be on my bike with me, yeah I can be possessive, but it's just who I'm. What's mine is mine, and she is mine. 

 Walking into the bathroom she has the backpack so she doesn't have to carry her clothes out with her in public, locking the stall, setting my stuff on the door hook so it isn't on the ground. Undoing my jeans,  looking down at myself I have the same scars she does in different forms.. Would she accept me also? Shaking my head,  grabbing my black racing pants with skid protection, sliding them on, buttoning them up, pulling my sweat shirt and hoodie off, folding them up and setting them down. 

My body has one deep scar that no one has seen, not even the one night stands. Always made sure it was dark until I needed to see their body to go to my utopia.  The only time I had a one night stand was when I was in a manic episode hell they felt like a dream more than anything, but I know what I did.  I run my fingers under my ribs where the deepest one is. I was in an episode and couldn't take it anymore and stabbed myself, because the voices told me if I did it would stop. Which of course didn't stop so I continued on my body when Pop came in and saw all the blood and stopped me. I was admitted at that time for two months. Two months away from everyone. I was excluded and that's when I learned I needed to control myself not everyone but for myself. I hurt pops my dad and luckily he wasn't hurt too bad just a few minor cuts.  

"Hey Yoon, you good?" Fuck I got lost in thought again "yeah I'll be out in sec sorry." throwing on my black shirt and my black riding jacket with the red stitching I'm ready to be on the road again. Fuck I need a- no I need pineapple.   

 Coming out of the stall Looking at myself in the mirror I have learned to accept the way I'm, sometimes I don't know who I'm but I know I have come so far from where I was. I found solace in riding. I needed a way to escape from reality and the bike felt like an extension of my body to the road. So many late night rides to escape my own self. Hans learned how to ride to have a way to connect with me since she felt like she lost me also. My bike is my comfort place going down the road seeing the highway lights passing by as I go in and out of cars, feeling the wind, walking on the edge of life and death but having the control of it all and choosing to stay. I sigh. I know what I need. 

I reach into my pocket grabbing my keys, the keychain canister with my own pineapple rather, a pharmaceutical fix. The xan in my hand putting it in my mouth cupping my hand, getting some water from the tap slinging my head back. The cold water rushes down my throat. I can feel the relief before it's even in my bloodstream. It may be prescribed, I shouldn't feel bad for taking it but after everything the last thing I need is an episode. 

Wiping some cold water on my face,  patting it away. Yoongi you can do this, you have been through worse she may be gone for a while but right here right now you're with her. Be strong for her but for yourself too.  I can’t risk falling down again. 

Walking out of the bathroom she is standing there with a lollipop in her mouth, her foot up on the wall and she is looking at the fish tank across from the restrooms. I put all the extra stuff in the locker. I'll come back for it tomorrow as I close the lock, she looks at me. "Oh you're done. Finally." She goes to move but I stop her.  "I need a fix, Vi." Placing my hands on her hips and looking into her eyes.  She blinks at me and bites down on the lollipop and pulls the stick out of her mouth "Was the last one, I guess you're outta luck Yoongs."

She is gonna be the death of me if I'm not already in the pits of hell I'm sure as hell walking in there willingly. "Ya know you're gonna be the end of me Vi." 

"I don't know." she shrugs at me squeezing  her hip and she lets out a sound I have never heard from her, going up to her ear "Did you like that Vi?" I see a light red tint on her cheeks so she likes pain? A masochist? I can get behind that.  "I'm gonna get my fix one way or another." and I tip her head up and lock our lips and she grabs onto the bottom of my jacket tightly.  

Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple. 

I bite on her bottom lip and she parts her lips and we're moving in the sync she is mine in this moment,  it feels fucking amazing. I don't need those cigs as long as I feel like this. She is otherworldly and I don't know how I'm gonna do it without her when I just got her. I give her one more small bite pulling away,  we're both breathing heavy "Now let's go live a little." I grab her hand and lock our fingers. Walking to the doors to go to my bike. It's dark out, the best time for a ride. “But aren’t we living already?” 

“Yes we are but just you wait, Vi.” 

She is by my side and this is all I could ask for. I'm so close to pulling the trigger and risking it all and walking straight into hell, let her consume me but I can't take her down with me also. When we get to my bike, release her hand,  going to her back and unzip the bag, take her helmet out that’s on top. The color purple for me will always be associated with her and that's never changing. Coming around her I let my spare hand run over her hip. I really did pick the right gear for her, looking at her right now I could just sink in a hole. Anytime she was in her gear before I would just not look or only pay attention to her eyes which sometimes was the harder option. 

"Fuck you're so gorgeous." I mumbled not meaning to, and she looks up to me. "You're lying, Yoon." 

Looking at her right now under the night sky next to my bike, my escape the extension of myself. Hell at this point she may be an extension of myself in ways the universe won't understand.  "Violet, do you understand what I have told you multiple times before. I love everything about you, your eyes, hair, curves, hips, god your fucking ass I have to stop myself from looking at, personality, fucking everything about you. I would let you drown me and I'd accept my fate. So before you go and say I'm lying, look at yourself because you're lying to yourself Miss pineapple." 

Her head is already tilted up in shock, I place a kiss on her forehead and put her helmet on her. Those eyes stare at me through the shield. They are beautiful. Breathtaking. Enchanting.  If this is the last ride I'm gonna have with her for a while I'm gonna use it until I no longer have it. Shaking her head to make sure it's good can't let habits go away right? 

"Yoongi stop that! I'm gonna be dizzy one day and fly off the back." 

Getting close to her face and looking at her in the eyes "Oh yeah looks like I’ma have to hold onto your thigh the entire time then" 

Turning to get my helmet off her seat, buckling it up, swinging my leg over and turning on my bike to warm up since it's a cold night gotta let the engine warm up before going. I hold my arm around for her and she leans on me to swing herself over. Something about these small things we do mean so much to me it's a thing we only do together. Anyone else doesn't get this from me; she sees another side of me and I'm willing to let down that wall for her.

"Vi my terms tonight, my songs kay?" 

I hear her voice over the in helmet speaker "what my playlist isn't good enough?" 

"Nah I just wanna zone into my songs tonight, feel the connection with you and the road." 

She hum "mhm okays." 

I feel behind me her positioning to get closer to me and as she is I kick the stand up,  put it in gear to go and I turn the throttle makes us move suddenly makes her jolt forward and wrap her arms around me.  

"Min Yoongi you're really tryin to kill me huh?" 

"Who said I'm tryin you kill you when you already took my heart" 

I hit play, on my playlist I play when I'm alone in my thoughts on my late night rides she is gonna hear songs I never have played for her. Music is the only other thing I make a connection with.  

I rev my bike and she has her wrapped around my waist. It is different feeling her like this after today, I look down and I see her gloved hands fingers intertwined holding on ready to go. I rev my bike and reach my arm back to give her thigh a squeeze. "Let's go, wife." 

"Since when am I your wife?" 

"Didn't you hear? We got married not long ago looks like Mrs. Min needs a refresher course." 

Before she can say anything I take off time to go on the highway. I feel the way my bike feels and I'm already feeling lost in the feeling. The beat of the music coursing through my veins her touch. This is everything to me. My brain may be different from others but that's who I'm and I have found my ways to cope.  In other situations I have found ways to distance myself from it all, before I never let myself enjoy riding with her to the extent I feel right now because I knew if I did I would go too far and there would be no returning. Straight into hell I go. 

We're about to go on the ramp to the highway. I'm gonna take the longest way I can tonight, indulge myself in this. I give her a squeeze on her left thigh to give her the indication we're about to turn. She knows we're about to go on the highway so she needs to hold on tighter, thighs gripping me tighter. I'd like to feel them in other ways.  I lean left and I feel her lean with me and as we come out the turn I speed up to merge onto the highway. 

"Hold on."

"You think I haven't done this before? It's not my first time."

"Watch your mouth Vi, bad girls don't get what they want huh?" 

"And what do I want? mhm?" 

"Me." 

She doesn't reply but just squeezes me, I feel her helmet rest on my back. I know I caught her tongue she hasn't seen this side of me, for me in a relationship and a partner I need to be the dominant one for me I feel like I lose a lot of my control with my brain and emotions so I feel the most alive when I'm in control honestly I know we're no where close to that but I hope she is okay with that. 

The highway is empty, it's late and there are very few cars going in and out of the lanes passing by the few cars. My brain feels light, floaty, free I'm free there are no intrusive thoughts it's all gone I feel normal whatever that is.  I smile. This is what I miss out a lot of the time and when I get it, it's euphoric. 

Her body pressed against mine, she could drain everything from me and I’d still choose her every time. It sounds terrible but when you're like me this feeling doesn't come often. I truly don't know how I'm gonna do it without her but if it's not for her it's for myself to prove I have made the progress. I'm okay without her, strong enough. Right?

"Ready for some fun, you know what I’ma do." 

Her fingers tighten and I know it's time I pop the wheel up and lean back. I hear Violet in the speaker scream at the top of her lungs.  

"I love you Min Yoongi." did she just say that while doing this she really wants us dead huh. Grounding,  and slowing down just a little bit reaching my hand back squeezing her thigh. 

"You can't just scream that Vi. My heart can't take it."

"Looks like we gotta toughen you ups big fish, cause’ you're gonna hear it a lot." and she lets out a laugh.  

I give her a squeeze on the right side as we're about to go down a tunnel. "Right tunnel let's light it up" with that we turn right and the only thing in the tunnel is our neon red and purple helmet lights bouncing off the sides of the tunnel. It's just me and her in our own world and I'm not ready to let it go. "This song Yoon, it's amazing, add it to my playlist." She likes my music. This can't get better can it, I have to be dreaming. In my utopia. 

"Yoon can we have a sleepover?" 

"Well if I'm your husband I have to sleep with my wife right?" 

"I guess you're right gotta make sure you're not cheatin'" 

"I would never cheat, but with someone like you I gotta worry if someone stealing you away from me."

I reach my hand back and rub her thigh god what I would do to feel her thigh against my hand her skin, giving her a squeeze. We are about to turn turn off the highway to go to her apartment, as we lean I keep my hand on her thigh just a little bit longer I tell myself. We come to a stop. I don't need to give her a warning because she knows there is a stop sign at the end of the ramp. The only light is us lighting up the road and the red light waiting to turn green. Hell most of the turns she doesn’t need warning we know this city from the back of our hand. 

"It's peaceful tonight, Yoon we should sleep with the blinds open and the window." 

"We can do anything you want, Princess." 

It turns green and I squeeze her to turn and we go down the road into the night. I keep extra clothes at her house yet I'm just the best friend's brother huh? She buys all my favorite snacks and cooks my favorite food. I have my own spot on her bed. Yeah I'm just the best friend's brother. 

Going down the road to her apartments thank god Hana and her picked a safe area I made sure they would be okay alone. When Hana moved out I turned into the phone call away type of thing and anytime Vi was on edge I found myself in her bed with a pillow between us, because she said "No the couch will hurt your back just sleep with me." 

Pulling into my own spot that I have claimed right out front the building that Hans used to have, kick the stand and lift my arm to help her off. She swings her leg over and loses her balance and I pull by her arm to catch her before falling and she falls into my arm. "Careful, Vi can't have you breakin' on me when I just got you." 

She gains her balance,  she is standing in front of me waiting for me to take her helmet off for her. I turn off my bike. At night once the bike is off its pitch black yet all that can be seen is our red and purple against the pavement, swinging my leg over standing in front of her lifting the shield on my helmet tapping her chin. She lifts up and I unbuckle it, pulling it off her head, setting it down behind me. I straighten her hair for her and give her head pats that she is good to go. 

"Yoon! Can I take your helmet offs?" She wants to do what I do for her every time. Cute. 

"Sure let me sit on the bike Kay?"

I sit down on my bike with both my feet to one side, she steps up in between my legs and taps my chin like I always do for her. Yoongi you are doing this to see her smile go along with what she wants, not like I could say no to her anyway.  She is trying to unbuckle it and I see her tongue peek out trying to focus on unbuckling it.  Her brows are crossed, she is so focused that she doesn't even flinch when I place my hands on her hips. I hear the metal click. 

 She did it, took it off and placed it between me and her. She starts to fix my hair for me, her fingers running through my hair and it feels so calming, like when my mom would play with my hair when we were waiting on a room for me in the hospital she was trying to comfort me during the long wait of finding a bed for me many nights.  I'm grateful for the family I have. You know how they say men fall for the woman who reminds them of their mother, yeah she is so much like her. It's like a warm hug anytime I'm around her.  

"Ya done?" She nods her head proud that she did it. Grabbing both our helmets, taking them inside for the night she has the backpack on and we make our way to the door,  she enters in the building code. 134340. *beep* and the door unlocks,  we make our way to the elevator she is on the third floor. “Uh I forgot the code again. They gotta spot changing it every three months for safety. Blah. blah. Blah. Oh! My keys.” she starts to tap her pants 

“Damn it left the backup key in my pants at the aquarium.”

"Well lucky you I have the code memorized, and your spare." and I'm just the best friend's brother rolling my eyes. 

"Mister, did you just roll your eyes at me? You won't get your favorite snacks." she crosses her arms at me and pouts. I'm falling and I can't get back up help . Help me. I look at her and hear the *ding* for the elevator. 

"I didn't mean to please forgive my snack Princess. I need my snackies." 

"If I must." She lifts her head up and walks out the elevator to go to her door. I can't get enough.

 Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple. 

We get to her unit and my keys are in my pocket, but both my hands are currently holding our helmets. "Get my keys from my pocket. Left one Vi" 

She comes up to me and reaches into my left pocket and goes to unlock the door for us, she steps inside and turns on the light. I walked in and set our helmets on the entryway table she had to have that I carried here for Four blocks with her yelling at me "common we got this." 

"You're barely doing anything VI I'm holding it!" 

"Oh yeah, but we got this Yoon! Two more to go!" 

She did have to give me snacks and a back massage for that one.  We get into our night routine, she is in the kitchen making some dinner for us and I go to her room and set out our pajamas we're going to wear, laying them on her small leather sofa. I picked out some black sweat pants and a big navy shirt. She on the other hand will be wearing her purple pajamas gosh she is a child at heart but I love everything about her. 

My job is also to get the bed ready so I fold down the sheet and comforter since she always has to make her bed saying "I don't feel complete without it made in the morning." grabbing my pillow from her side that she of course stole and setting it on my spot,  placing another in the middle a body pillow to separate our halves of the bed.  I walked out and she made us some ramen quick and easy dinner tonight.  

"Your favorite sir." and she takes a bow and moves her left hand over stomach like she is a noble queen or king. "Thank you Princess, as always." going to sit on her couch. It's big, white, and fluffy. It's one of the most cozy couches I have ever been on. I see why she chose it every time I sit on it.  She sits her ramen on the coffee table, runs to go get us some drinks,sets them on the coasters and plops down on the couch and rubs her hands together like she is evil or something. She always gets so excited for food. Pulling my phone out I need to let Jin know I won't be home. 

Me: Hey sleepin at Vi tonight, got something to tell you tomorrow. 

Jin: You got your meds? Do I need to run them by and put them on your bike? Say you gotta check on something? 

Me: Uhh well beat me to it. I told her and Jin you were right as always. I'm rolling my eyes as we speak. She accepted everything, but there's more I need to tell you. I had my rescue took a xan I needed it don’t  have my main. I'll be home in the morning to take it, not staying out all tomorrow promise. 

Jin: SEE. I. TOLD. YOU. She would accept you and not look at you differently you didn't believe. Give me my ten bucks. Pay up. 

Jin: Also good good but if you need I'll run them by if something changes you know I'm a call away. 

Me: I know thank you Jin and yes I'll give you your ten bucks tomorrow.  Ugh. Night Jin. you and Hobi don't enjoy our apartment too much. 

Putting my phone on the table and grabbing my ramen this girl is already munching and blowing out as she takes more in because she can't wait for it to cool down. "Ahh you burned me noods." 

"Well how about to wait until the noods are colder." 

"Nopes they too good. Nummy." 

I turn on the tv to her favorite show which is of course slice of life anime, fruits basket. 

"Oooo what episode are we watching tonight Yoon?"

"I’ma put on a random one by the looks of it we are now at rewatching it for the tenth time"

I eat on my ramen as she is munching away, laughing at the tv like a kid watching their favorite cartoon. I could never get enough of it. These small mundane things make life seem worth it to me, even with Jin when we cook together or even just lounge watching tv, playing video games, or fishing because he loves it and I don't understand the hype but I do it for him it all makes life seem worth it. Slurping up my last bit of noods. Fuck I'm around her too much huh? She is on the couch still in riding gear knees to her chest intently watching her show after finishing her food. 

I stand up, grab both our bowls, set them in the sink,  go and run her bath and put in her favorite vanilla bubble bath to make sure it's bubbly because "You can't ever have enough bubbles, how am I gonna make a bubble beard." I can picture it now with her pointer finger raised like she is telling me something oh so important, and this woman is a lawyer. Sometimes I can't believe it but I have seen her in the courtroom and she turns it into her own place and makes sure she is known and in charge. She really does have many sides to her and I want them all. 

Walking out of the bathroom she is totally zoned into the show with Tohru and Kyo tension.  I hear a small "Come on tell her to love her." shaking my head and grabbing the remote to turn off and pressing the button and that catches her attention. 

"Yoon! I was about to tell Kyo how he needs to finally confess." 

"Oh yeah? you know what happens. Tell him next time it's time for a Bath after a long day." 

She sighs at me and gets off the couch and starts to run to the tub "you get my clothes?" 

"There on the couch as always" 

I hear a small "Thank yous." As she shuts the door, picking up her house a little bit, she has case papers all over her table, putting them in one stack and collecting all the unopened mail. I see a letter from her dad in jail. I'll have to check on that later, not tonight. She will be in there for while I go grab my clothes,  change in her room. She is used to this routine. I shower in the morning, and her a bubble bath at night. We’re opposites on that. Once I'm all changed I go and lay down on the couch and put on her show. She doesn't need to know I enjoy the show as much as she does.  

I hear the bathroom door lock click. She is done after almost a full episode,  she runs with a towel wrapped in her hair and around her body,  shuts her door to change and once she is done she is running out here with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her like a cape "Yoon! Did you yell at Kyo for me?" 

"You bet your perfect ass Vi, I did." She smiles and wiggles her head a little bit.  She lays on my chest under my arm that is spread out on the couch. She likes to call it her "Pocket." We lay  here watching tv until she can no longer keep her eyes open and I have to force her to go to bed. It's our routine. I love it. 

After watching three episodes she is slowly closing her eyes on and off.  She is about to crash I can tell. I slowly remove my arm from her and go turn the tv off, walk to her room, open the curtain and window since she said she wanted to sleep with them open. I only allow it since she is on the third floor. If she had a bottom unit it would be staying shut for safety. I walk to the living room and put up our cups in the dishwasher, go to shake her "Hey Vi night night time kays?"

"Mhmm sleep out here." 

"No, the couch hurts your back, remember?" 

"I be finesssss Yoongs" she adds emphasis on the ‘s’ 

I pull the blanket off her and pull her by her arms,  she stands up and leans her head on me. "You're never gonna let me sleep on my couch huh?" 

"Nope you won't let me, I won't let you." 

Making our way to her room, I turn off the light and she plops on her bed, snuggles in her soft sheets. This woman has the softest sheets I have ever felt. No wonder she sleeps so well. "Night night Yoonie." she really is like a child when she is tired I swear she sleep talks. 

I make my way to my side and pull the covers and slide into bed. The moon is casting over us and I look and see the stars. Maybe there is another us swimming around in the ocean exploring everything there is to see, when I'm here about to lose her for a while. I can live knowing another me is with her swimming around. Yeah we're fish.  

"Yoon can we move the pillow tonight please? Are you comfortable without it?"

I never thought I would hear those words come from her. It's been so long since we've been this close takes me back to our Sunday morning cuddles before everything changed, until now. Of course I’m comfortable, hell if I get to hold her maybe my head will shut up for once before bed and I won't just lay in the dark thinking.  

"I'll be more than happy to remove my competitor from all these years, Vi." 

She lets out a laugh. It sounds like heaven, moving the pillow out of my way and right when I do she scoots in, wraps an arm around my waist. I haven't been this close to something sleeping, well in forever. Any of  those one-night stands I left right after and since thenI apologized to the girl. I couldn't explain why fully. My brain doesn't think about other people in those situations. My main goal was relief from my own mind. I haven't done it in years and I plan to never let that side of me cave into that hole again. I hear her take a deep breath "You smell like Yoon."

"Maybe cause’ I'm Yoon."

"No way I'm sleepin with my Yoonie."

"Yeah I'm your Yoonie, he's goin nowhere, get some sleep Vi."

She nods her head “Mhm okays.” tightening around me I could get used to this every night, looking at the night sky from the bed is so calming, hearing her breaths in and out I wonder what she dreams of, am I in it like she is in mine? I feel her leg wrap around me. She is out like a light. It's time for me to sleep, I hear her mumbling. God she is so cute, She really is like a kid. "I hope Yoonie likes me, not mad for leavin." I know she is out of it no use in talking to her about what she just said. Last time she was talking about Torhu and Kyo needing to be together. I just give her a squeeze, shut my eyes. I'm gonna savor this moment because I don't know when the next time I'll hold her like this, there is something so intimate about letting someone into your safe zone not for sex or anything more than just sleeping. It's a special thing. I'm not taking this for granted. "I love you more than you know Violet Rose. I'll always be here waiting for you to come up stream needing more water my little fish."placing a kiss on her head drifting off into the night.

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okay okay I'm back with more self indulgent poly coffee au. Last time I said Lucifer fixed up the piano, and there's definitely another scene idea there, but I'm so excited about the Horror night one that I'm skipping the piano scene aksjdj. I even re-read the horror movie night devilgrams for research. Yeahhh, research,,,,(that one line from Mammon where he comments on MC's scared face lives rent free in my head). But I learned Mammon would have nightmares, and Solomon gets really into the plot.

okay so I think it'd be nice if the three of us meet on Wednesdays before I head to the record shop. Solomon brings his homework, but never gets much done, too happy to talk to us instead. Wednesday is the only day I wake up super early, all because I'm looking forward to hanging out for longer with the two of them. It gets me out of bed, but I have shown up looking groggy as hell some days. Record shop is open 11-7:30 Monday through Friday? And 11-9 on Saturday, but closed Sunday. The only reason it closes early is because I take the bus, and that's not something that's fun taking at night. Saturday night I stay at the shop (thinking of a mini storage/break room upstairs where I've set up a sleeping bag). Coffee shop I think is also closed Sunday, but Mon-Friday it's 7-3:30, with Saturday being 7-12 so he can get errands done. And then Sol has classes Mon/Tues/Thurs/Fri.

OKAY ANYWAY, WORLD BUILDING ASIDE, the three of us meeting on our usual Wednesday, and Solomon mentions this movie he wants to see. He says he has extra tickets because the people he planned on asking can't make it, it's a midnight showing on Friday. Says he understands if we can't since we both need to get up early the next day, but wanted to ask. I agree because I think it'd be nice to hang out outside of the coffee shop, and Mammon says he's not one to turn down a free outing. He can run on little sleep anyway, he's got espresso to help.

The three of us trying to figure out the logistics, Solomon saying he'll even pay for rides there and back home if needed. Mammon blurts out "Why don't y'all sleep over after?" and we both turn to look at him. He freezes and turns red, but he's already said it, he can't turn back now. "What? I-I got a car, I'll pick the two of you up, and y'all can stay at my place. T-That way, it's not too far from your shop, and your apartment, right?" "I could walk home from here, I wouldn't want to intrude-" "Yeah, I don't mind taking an uber-" "Walking at night can be dangerous, don't you know!? And you! Getting into a strangers car so late is even worse! I'll drive you both home if that's what ya want, but I don't mind having you two over." Solomon is fighting the urge to make a comment about it being like a date. I'm just happy to not have to wake up as early.

"Yo, why'd you want to go to the midnight showing anyway? Are ya that excited to see it?" "Haha, that's not the main reason. It's a horror movie! A midnight showing would be the most immersive." Cue me and Mammon freezing, giving each other terrified looks. Oh man.

Leading up to the outing date, Mammon and I are researching like crazy, only to find out it's the premiere. So there's no spoilers or ways to prepare. We're going in blind. I'm not one to watch many horror movies, the closest things being Saw, Final Destination (both of which I love), and I think a movie series called Paranormal Activity or something. But I always looked away during scary scenes during that. Yet I'm too stubborn to turn it off because I need to know the ending.

Friday comes, Mammon closes up and tries to take a nap to calm his nerves after stress cleaning to get everything neat for the sleepover. And no one planned it, but everyone has dressed up a little nicer than usual. Mammon's got a lucky watch that was gifted from Lucifer, and an open button up with the sleeves rolled up.

He gets in his car to go pick up Solomon, his heart hammering in his chest because Solomon is wearing a nice button up and maybe a sweater? And wearing cologne?? Please help Mammon, he is panicking, trying to reign it in as Solomon puts his overnight bag in the trunk. His voice cracks as he greets Solomon, and immediately begins driving to pick me up, turning up the music as a distraction.

Not sure what I'd wear, but I've got extra jewelry on because it makes me feel cool. Maybe a mesh shirt and a cardigan?? But I wear perfume, and I'm nervous without any clue why. I've got my wallet and my duffel bag, and snort when Solomon jumps out and opens the passenger door like a gentleman before climbing into the backseat. The drive is slightly tense, all of us nervous until I spot a car with a difference state plate. My friend introduced me to this game, and I instinctively bump Mammon's arm and call out the state, which breaks the tense atmosphere. The three of us fall into comfortable conversation until we reach the movie theater.

okay there's a really funny idea I have for the next part that happens during the actual movie. Solomon is going to be living his best life very soon OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

AHHHH I wanna know about Solomon living his best life!! Lemme guess, he's sitting between you two and something especially scary happens so you're both clinging to him out of fear?!? LOL!

Oh man, both of you guys not liking horror is so cute! I totally get it, I'm not a horror fan at all. I can't watch horror movies because I get so freaked out, I can't sleep for months. Books seem to be no problem, but movies for some reason I can't handle lol.

ANYWAY I also love how Mammon is coming up with reasons why you should both sleep over, that is so sweet - of course he's getting all overprotective! Walking at night! Getting into a stranger's car!! You're gonna give him a conniption!

And ohh Solomon being the gentleman and opening the door for you, that's adorable, too!!

As always, I will be pleased to know what happens next, but of course no pressure & no rush! I'm just enjoying this cute lil love story~