#who I see and think is going to be the exception in this hellhole of a fandom

[witchbeyondthewall]

Hey I'm starting to think all of you guys, in this fandom, are petty dickheads - nearly without exception.

[edenfenixblogs]

I was having a rough night so I went to my favorite funny website IsMercuryInRetrograde.com

I’m not a huge believer in astrology, but the website only has two pages:

If it’s in retrograde it says yes, which feels weirdly validating.

If it’s not in retrograde it just says “No, something else must be bumming you out,” which always gives me a little chuckle.

Fun silly website. Yay.

Except this time

YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT.

The fact that unless I lock myself in a room with only pre-written or pre-recorded material that I’ve already read or watched and know is safe I CANNOT GO TWELVE FUCKING HOURS WITHOUT HEARING ABOUT THIS FUCKING WAR.

It’s killing me. There are no breaks. I open any website or social media app and it’s an immediate bombardment of info about the war. I go watch a YouTube video and then there’s a fundraiser at the end.

I flip through channels and see news about an antisemitic attack or a bombing in Gaza or Rafah.

I leave notifications on and get a text from a friend who sees a “rape is resistance” sticker on her walk home from school.

I go to look for pride merch and see watermelon merch mixed in as if war is some kind of gay accessory. I look through a fandom tag and see cartoon characters in a kids cartoon drawn with Palestinian flags.

It’s fucking endless. It’s insane. I just wanted a few days without having to think about all of it so I could recharge and I haven’t even been able to go a continuous 12 hour stretch without something or someone shoving the whole thing in my face.

It’s not healthy to live like this. I already have PTSD. And I’m trying with all my might not to retreat fully within myself but this is fucking killing me.

And I am someone who is pro peace and pro ceasefire and pro Palestinian welfare and anti-Likud but also anti-antisemitism. I do nothing but promote interfaith and intercultural organizations devoted to fostering peace. I want this war over.

And yet I’m fucking stuck in this perpetual hellhole of awful news and constant imagery about war and death and antisemitism and Palestinian suffering. And it’s too much. Why can’t I even go 12 hours. It’s killing me.

The fucking mercury in retrograde website‽ YES. SOMETHING ELSE IS BUMMING ME OUT AND ITS YOU.

[itshermocrates]

Some thoughts on Vander and Silco's relationship

I already talked about this when Arcane S1 first came out, but now that the show is over and we got to see a different reality where everyone has a good ending (except for Vi I guess) I want to bring back my Silco x Vander thoughts

So yeah, vanco ?? silder ??? post

Even if in Arcane S1 there’s some sort of parallel between Jinx/Powder and Silco + Vi and Vander, in my eyes those two were made for an old man yaoi story

Now that we have seen Jayvik’s evolution and that glimpse of them together in a “better future”, I realized that Vander and Silco (+ Felicia) could have something similar to what was happening initially with Jayce and Viktor (+ Mel)

Two best friends working together for a common cause, one hopelessly in love with the other while his partner can’t see ―or doesn’t want to recognize― his own feelings. Since I already have a Jayvik analysis in my drafts, I’m going to focus on Silco and Vander

This will be half a theory - half a fic + I also posted this on BlueSky so yeah, if you see it there it was also me lol

[Pinning, Unrequited love and love confessions that go wrong ahead]

I think Silco and Vander were the perfect duo back in their youth, together they had the brains and the strength, using both charm and cold logic to make people eager to follow them. What Silco lacked, Vander was able to provide and vice versa. Together they were the greatest leaders Zaun could ever ask for.

They not only completed each other like two puzzle pieces, but also shared a bond that had been nurtured since childhood. They had been facing hardships and Piltover’s aggressions since they were little kids, so it was natural that the years of friendship brought them impossibly close.

Some even said that they could have entire conversations without exchanging a single word.

At some point Silco developed a crush on Vander, how could he not? Despite his strength and sometimes scary appearance, Vander had always been the big sunshine boy who was looking after him. That urge to protect and take care of others seemed to be part of his very essence, and if someone benefited from this, it was his best friend.

Of course, they needed to fight and get dirty in the deepest hellholes of Zaun, but even when Vander got his knuckles drenched in blood, Silco could only see the kind man with bright eyes and a dream for a better life that Vander truly was.

Silco really thought that this new beginning for them was only possible because Vander was there with him, since when hope seemed completely lost, when the circumstances took another member of their little family, Vander always remained firm in his stance. They would find a way, they would fight back, they would keep pushing forward and they wouldn’t stop until they finally had the future they deserved.

Oh, wasn’t he convincing? Always the beacon in their times of need, who else could lead them out of their misery?

Vander’s kindness was disarming, and his light was so bright that Silco couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He loved him so deeply it made him feel sick, but he could do nothing about it. Vander had been in love with Felicia for almost as long as Silco had loved him, and even if she wasn’t really interested in him, there was no way that man could get over his emotions.

Just like Silco himself couldn’t make his own feelings go away. He pinned for years, forcing himself to hide how he felt so nothing changed between them and he didn’t lose his best friend. He had to protect their friendship, but, above everything else, he had to protect their dream of a free nation for Zaun.

Silco pinned and suffered in silence until he couldn’t take it anymore, until his unrequited love felt like an open wound badly infected, moments away from killing him. Then, and only then, he confessed.

Vander didn’t make a huge deal out of it, he was understanding and visibly confused. It was an awkward situation, but he could be nothing but kind, even as he broke Silco’s heart. Of course, he didn’t feel the same.

Or maybe he did, but he was too blind to see it, too infatuated by the idea of a future with Felicia to give a shot to a real future with him.

Vander had used a very familiar word to excuse his lack of introspection, one that served him as a shield while unknowingly harming Silco as if it had used the sharpest of blades.

“Silco, you’re my brother…”

They used brotherhood a lot to describe their relationship. Their found family, their friends, their allies in the Zaun revolution and even the fucking pilts, they all could see how deeply they cared for each other. And every time that was the reason they assumed to be behind their bond.

No one could ever deny the love in their eyes, the protective gestures, the smiles... It was obvious, but everyone assumed that what they shared was a blood bond. For Silco it was much more than some stupid liquid running through their veins, what they shared had been built over years of companionship, years of pain and struggle, blood was fucking nothing in comparison. Their souls were connected in a way no one could ever imagine or understand.

And Vander knew this. He knew how strong their bond was, but he hadn't really asked himself if what he felt for Silco was something more than brotherhood. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do if it wasn’t the case either, but he didn’t go as far as to truly consider it.

Vander didn't know how to react to Silco's confession, he didn’t want to hurt him or change their world forever. He was happy as they currently were, it was easy to live with Silco as a brother, but he didn’t know what was waiting for them if he ever allowed himself to analyze his own feelings.

Because of this, and completely unaware of the pain he was causing, Vander uttered that seemingly harmless word that Silco couldn’t stand anymore.

Brother.

The softness in his tone didn’t make it any less devastating. The pain in his eyes, as he knew how badly he was breaking Silco's heart, didn’t make it easier to hear.

The countless "I love you"s he pronounced after that, reassuring that even if it was not the same feeling, Silco was still one of the most important people in his life didn’t soothe the agony of his reopened wound.

None of that mattered.

Because he didn't feel the same as Silco.

The same word that once had been forced on them was now stronger than anything he had built together.

Silco didn't want to feel that pain, he couldn't allow it to stay inside his chest, not when it was so profound.

So he decided to leave The Last Drop. It would be only for a couple of days, to distance himself a little from the source of his pain and try to stitch close that damned cut.

During that time, alone and completely heartbroken, he focused on thinking of ways to achieve the goal they had been fighting for since they were teenagers. The Zaunite revolution and Zaun’s independence. He ignored his pain and used all his anger to plan their next move in their fight against Piltover, thinking of new ways to finally defeat their enemy.

It was during those days, blinded by the pain of his aching heart, that he understood they could only win against Piltover if they showed their true nature to the world. He knew by then that they needed to be more aggressive in their methods and destabilize, not only their government, but also their peace.

Let their own people know what monsters they had for leaders.

Let the people of Piltover suffer the same pain they had suffered since the very moment the City of Progress came to be.

The fight had turned into a way for him to forget his own suffering, and in his anguish, provoking pain to others stopped feeling wrong at all if that meant they could get closer to their goal of freedom.

It was at this point where the conflict with Vander started. Suddenly, the word "brothers" didn't quite fit them anymore, it seemed too caring for them. Now it was a word pronounced in a low voice, and when it was Silco the one saying it, his tone could only express disgust. He rolls his eyes as if the word was some sort of sick joke he hated to voice out loud, a reminder of what could never be.

Silco’s pain is a heavy weight preventing them both from going back to what they once had, and seeing this wounded Vander every single time his friend reminded him of his rejection. This, and how differently they started to approach their fight, made them step further and further away from the other.

And when they saw each other during important meetings, Silco threw the word “brother” extremely carelessly, always with the intention to wound Vander instead of calming him and expressing how much he still loved him.

It had turned into a word that neither of them could ever forget, and that would hunt Silco until the end of his days.

It had turned into a word that neither of them could ever forget, and that would hunt Silco until the end of his days.

[There's still a lot of resentment in Silco's expression, and in this scene before saying brother, Silco rolls his eyes. The man was PISSED]

In conclusion, I think "brother" was Silco and Vander's equivalent of Jayvik's "partner" and I bet Viktor was pissed as hell everytime he heard someone reffering to him as Jayce's partner AND JUST THAT, for both scientific pride and his hopeless crush on Jayce Talis.

[scmg11]

KATE BISHOP x READER

Maybe your heart isn’t made of plastic

Summary: Y/N always considered high school an hellhole where you need to fight everyday to survive, especially when Kate Bishop ruled over everything and everyone adored her. Everyone except her. She hated her. So she just tried to lay low and mind her own business, but when a new student arrive at their school, madness follows.

After a revenge plan, everything falling apart and just overall chaos, Y/N hooked up with none other than Kate Bishop. And it just kept happening. The two started hooking up wherever they had the chance and old feelings start to resurface. But would things work out or they would fall apart eventually?

[I got inspired after watching the new Mean Girls movie and after writing a too long oneshot about an original story with Kate, so I decided to create a book.]

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A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

I am here with a brand new book for you! Someone may already know that I got inspired by the new Mean Girls movie and wrote a 27k long oneshot before deciding to create a book and split it into multiple chapters.

This first chapter just go through the movie to introduce chapters and a bit of the background story, but the real story will start in the next chapter, so- STAY TUNED!

I pretty much have the whole book already written so you guys don't have to wait too much for updates (even if I will be busy with updating my Hailee imagines book too).

As always, let me know what you guys think, it's really important your opinion to me ❤️

Oh I almost forgot, this book is pretty much all smut. So read at your own risk 😉.

Sending you guys love ❤️

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Chapter 1

Y/N trudged to her locker on a too sunny Monday morning, almost dragging her feet across the school’s hallways with a big scowl on her face, "morning little flower- damn you are glowing today, sweety. Stop that or you’re gonna lit the whole school on fire."

"Very, very, very funny." Y/N turned around to face her best friend with an unimpressed face and found him wearing a teasing grin as he laid his shoulder on the locker beside hers and crossed his arms, "wow, today you’re screaming gay more than ever." Y/N stated after giving her best friend a once over, taking his rainbow t-shirt in and rolling her eyes, then focusing her attention back in her locker to grab her book for her first class.

"Uh-uh, who the hell peed in your Cheerios this morning?"

"Kate Bishop." Y/N growled under her breath after grabbing her book and accentuated her anger by slamming her locker close harshly. "Speaking of the Devil." Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw Kate Bishop strolling down the hallway alongside her friends with her signature smirk on her lips, catching everyone’s attention as their eyes followed them, including Y/N’s ones.

"Oh hey, Y/N. I’m sorry for earlier. I didn’t see you there." Kate spoke with a clearly, fake apologizing tone and didn’t bother to listen to Y/N’s comeback before resuming her walk to presumably her first class, giggling alongside her friends.

"What a fucking bitch." Y/N shook her head while eyeing the back of Kate’s head, not realizing her best friend was giving her a pitying gaze.

"What did she do, now?"

"She almost ran me over with her car." Y/N turned around to face her best friend with anger boiling under her skin, her hands clenching around her book as she hugged it hard to her chest.

"What a fucking bitch." Y/N laughed when her best friend repeated her words and shook her head, relaxing right away and bumping her shoulder with the side of his bicep. She was too short to aim for his shoulder.

"Thank you Buck. You always know what to say to cheer me up."

"Oh honey, you know I do."

-

"Good morning, I would like to introduce you to our new student. She is moving from Slovenia-."

"Sokovia." The red haired girl corrected the principal with a shy smile, her awkward smile settling back on the class staring at her bored.

"Sokovia. Right, hm- welcome Wendy!"

"Oh, it’s Wanda."

"My apologies, Wanda." The redhead nodded once at the apologetic man before meeting everyone’s eyes with an anxious grimace on her lips, but luckily her new teacher pulled her out of her mercy when no one said a thing for a few moments.

"Okay, Wanda take your seat, let’s start the lesson." The blonde pointed to the only empty seat in the room and the girl immediately sauntered to it to sit down.

"Hey." The redhead smiled politely to two of her classmates staring at her with wide smiles, a little bit uncomfortable with their unrelenting gazes giving her a once over.

"Hello, fresh meat." Bucky was the first to speak up, sending Wanda a friendly wave before the other girl, with green ends on her hair did the same.

"Hey Wendy. Welcome to the jungle that is our school."

-

"Hey- HEY! Are you even listening to me?" Bucky punched Y/N’s shoulder when he noticed the girl was trying to balance a chicken nugget on her nose instead of focusing on him rambling about whatever he was telling her, making the nugget fall onto the ground and finally catching Y/N’s attention.

"Yeah, yeah sure. You were talking about something extremely important." Y/N nodded seriously and completely ignored the nugget falling on the ground and sliding a few feet away from their table, moving her attention on a frowning Bucky instead and pretended to not notice a guy stepping on it.

"I was trying to ask you- have you seen the new girl? She ran away."

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, stabbing some pasta on her fork and chewing on it, all the while Bucky’s eyes never moved from her, staring at her intently. She bit down on her bottom lip at her stomach churning with pity for the new girl and sighed out with an excessive roll of her eyes when her eyes caught Bucky’s pleading ones, already sitting up from the bench, "alright, let’s go rescue her."

Y/N totally ignored Bucky celebrating with a soft squeal and walked out of the room, knowing he was following her. She flipped some dude off that slammed into her on his way to the cafeteria before making her way towards the bathrooms, where she knew the girl was hiding. They smiled politely at a girl walking out and fled in the bathrooms, Y/N crouching down to look under the stalls to locate the redhead and finding her in the middle one, silently pointing at Bucky with her head, who nodded and knocked gently on the door, "hey- everything okay?" She asked with a slightly worried tone and leaned on the first stall’s frame, waiting for the girl to answer. She took a glance at Bucky and found him checking himself out in the mirror and rolled her eyes good-naturedly with a fond, exasperated smile on her lips.

"Yeah." The stall door opened a few moments later and Wanda, with her tray in her hands, appeared, looking a bit uncomfortable and confused but smiled awkwardly at the two best friends nonetheless.

"Rough first day?"

"I don’t know, should it be? I am not used to this."

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked as she grabbed Wanda���s empty tray and threw it in the trash can, waving Bucky off when he looked at her outraged at her gesture, before crossing her arms and lying her butt on the sink behind her, staring at Wanda curiously.

"I was homeschooled."

"Oh that’s so cool!" Bucky exclaimed with an envy, dreamy glint in his eyes as he stared at Wanda, but when Y/N slapped his arm gently he came back to his senses, "so this means you need two guides to help you deal with this shit hole."

"I guess?" Wanda asked more than stated and Y/N already started to like her. She seemed so naive.

"Let’s go. Your first lesson starts now." Y/N signaled for Wanda to follow her as she was already halfway out of the bathroom, Bucky pushing the redhead to move and then followed the two girls out of the bathroom, strolling back into the cafeteria. "Alright- hm, high school is essentially a jungle where if you don’t know how to survive you will be eat alive for sure. That’s why finding a place to belong to is vital. You can choose from the bitchy theater guys, the horny musicians, the dumb jocks, the stoners and the nerdy science guys. Do you feel like you already belong to one of these groups?" Y/N looked at Wanda expectantly after pointing to all the groups sat in the cafeteria, grimacing when her eyes fell on a nerd picking his nose nonchalantly.

"Not really." Wanda shook her head, her face scrunching up in distress as she assessed all the people in the room before looking at Y/N expectantly, "hey, I can hung out with you guys."

Y/N and Bucky shared a quick glance with wide smiles on their lips and nodded eagerly, "it’s fine by us." Bucky shrugged with a wide, excited smile, patting Wanda’s shoulder gently.

"But we need to warn you, we are too cool for this school. Are you sure you can handle all this popularity?" Y/N joked and was glad Wanda caught on it too as she giggled and nodded. Suddenly the chatter in the cafeteria stopped as its doors opened and three girls entered the room.

"Who are they?"

"Oh no, no, no." Y/N shook her head and turned around, pushing Wanda to do the same.

"Do not look them in their eyes!" Bucky whisper-yelled as he covered his eyes dramatically, but Wanda felt like she was frozen in her spot as she watched the trio stroll to the only empty table in the room.

"They are what we like to call them, the plastics. ‘Cause they’re shiny, fake and hard." Y/N explained, finishing with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. "The one on the left is Cassie Lang, she knows everything about everyone. The one on the right is Natasha Romanoff, her parents are famous scientists. She is so good in martial arts I think she might be a spy or something. And the one in the middle is Kate Bishop. Lacrosse team captain and a state archery champion. She is the Queen Bee. She controls the whole school. Everyone is afraid of her." When Y/N noticed Wanda kept staring at the trio now sitting down, Y/N slapped her gently on her shoulder and whispered, "Wanda, do not look or-."

"Hey, you." A voice echoed around the room as chatter slowly started again, Wanda furrowing her eyebrows and pointing at herself confusedly, "yeah, you. Come here."

"No, Wanda!" Y/N tried to grab Wanda’s arm and stop her from walking towards the black haired girl, but she slipped out of her reach and Y/N cursed under her breath as she watched the redhead walk towards the plastics. "Shit."

-

"What did they tell you?" Y/N asked as soon as Wanda joined them at the cafeteria entrance, the three of them walking down the stairs to go to their shared class after lunch time finished.

"They seem nice. They asked me to sit down with them this week."

"Are you serious?" Y/N asked confused, furrowing her eyebrows and looking at Wanda curiously, stopping in her tracks before she could walk down the stairs.

"Yeah. I don’t know why you two hate them. Kate seems so cool."

"What? No, no, no. Wanda- Kate Bishop is not cool. Kate Bishop is a scum-sucking life ruiner. She is heartless and a master bitch." Y/N nodded firmly when Bucky did the same to her.

"Yeah, Wan. In middle school, Kate told everyone Y/N is-."

"BUCK! Please, let’s move on. I have a plan. You are going to hung out with the plastics and then you’re gonna tell us all the stupid things they say."

"What? You mean spy on them?"

"No. It’s not spying. It’ll be fun!"

"Are you sure? I don’t-." Y/N sighed out imperceptibly and smiled widely at Wanda, leaning her arms on the handrail and then placing her head on them, batting her puppy dog eyes at the redhead.

"You won’t spy on them, we are only going to have fun too." Y/N pushed on and broadened her smile even more, hoping Wanda would give in, which she did a few moments later.

"Okay. I will."

"Yes!" Y/N and Bucky let out in unison to celebrate, before both lifted their hands up to high-five a laughing Wanda. They resumed their walk down the stairs but after a few steps Wanda stopped her friends with worry in her eyes.

"Do you guys have anything with pink I can borrow from you?"

Y/N scoffed outrageously at Wanda and looked at her like she just asked her the most offensive thing in her world, "no."

"Yeah! What shade?" Y/N couldn’t help herself and emit a small snort at Bucky’s enthusiasm, opening their Biology class door and walking in.

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"And I’m telling you- Miss Harkness has a big stick up her ass." Bucky scoffed and grunted, closing his locker forcefully, eliciting a soft chuckle for his best friend.

"She does not. I find her funny."

"Just because you have a bigger stick up your ass." Y/N laughed heartily at Bucky’s comeback, leaning her back and head on the lockers before getting ready to deliver a witty counter back, that, sadly, never left her mouth.

"Why don’t you try to take it out? We won’t have to worry about things catching fire all the time." Kate walked by the two best friends with Cassie and Natasha on her trail, laughing at her own joke and subsequently making Cassie and Natasha join her with loud cackles too.

"Oh yeah. Hold on- do you want me to take yours out first?" Y/N smiled politely at Kate, leveling her with a challenging look and lifting her right eyebrow up a moment later, but the plastic just scoffed and walked away. "Bitch." Y/N murmured as she closed her eyes to calm herself down, but her peace was short lived when Wanda came sauntering towards them with a big smile on her face. "Oh no, too much happiness for this hellish environment."

"Sorry, I just- I met a guy in my Calculus class."

"Wow, calculus. You’re smart." Y/N nodded at Y/N in surprise, lifting herself off the lockers to walk out of school.

"Why are you taking that class? Are you trying to punish yourself for something bad you did?" Bucky asked alarmed, eyeing Wanda like she just grew two heads.

"No, I’m pretty good at math."

"Oh, honey, I’m so sorry for you." Wanda shook her head with a small smile at Bucky and shrugged, "anyway, let’s talk about the juicy stuff- who is he?"

"Travis Jarvis."

"What?! No, that’s a big no." Y/N shook her head alarmed, stopping Wanda before she could keep walking and looking into her eyes in warning. "You need to stay away from him."

"Why?"

"He is Kate’s ex boyfriend." Bucky clarified and Y/N nodded in affirmation, Wanda’s frown only deepening.

"Okay? They broke up, right? I can-."

"No. You can’t do anything. He was her property and you can’t touch what was hers."

"But-."

"No, honey. She will eat you alive. You are the prey and she is the predator."

"The apex predator." Y/N clarified, eyeing Kate talking with Cassie and Natasha in the parking lot.

"You guys are just exaggerating."

"Oh no, we’re not." Bucky shook her head with widened eyes, fear glinting into his irises.

"Someone touched Kate’s lacrosse stick in the locker room last year. That poor girl got transferred. To Europe." Y/N watched Wanda swallow visibly and tried to reassure her, feeling pity at her frightened expression, "if you really want to do this, we will support you, but Kate won’t have to find out." They resumed their walk out of the school but before they reached the big doors, they parted ways to not rise suspicions from the plastics.

-

"And they have this book, this ‘Burn Book’, where they write mean things about all the girls in our school."

"Wait- ooh- ooh- what does it say about me?"

"You- you’re not in it." Wanda lied and looked down at her hands.

"What? Those bitches." Y/N exclaimed outraged, Bucky chuckling from the couch in Y/N’s garage.

"She gave me a pair of shoes for me to wear."

"Oh, show me!" Bucky got up from the couch in a second and pushed Y/N out of the way as he run towards Wanda, making her fall on the couch with a fond, exasperated chuckle.

-

"Hey guys, what are you gonna wear to the Halloween party this Friday?" Wanda asked curiously, catching her two friend’s attention from their textbooks. Like every other Wednesday afternoon, they were studying at Y/N’s house, the only day Wanda would hung out with them since Kate had her archery practice, but that question plagued her mind and prevented her to focus on her homework.

"Nothing. We’re not going." Y/N stated simply, focusing her attention back on her textbook.

"Why?" Y/N sighed quietly under her breath at the question and gave up doing her homework for now.

"Because we’re not invited. The plastics never invite us to parties."

"But screw them, we have so many funny activities Friday night." Bucky smiled and nodded at Y/N, who smirked back at her friend knowingly.

"Don’t look at us that way. We’re not sneaking in their parties. A nerd from the science group sneaked into one of their party once. We don’t actually know what the plastics did to him, but he didn’t show up at school for a month and he refused to tell what happened that night." Y/N shrugged and flipped a page over on her book.

"I claim that he got tied to a chair in Kate’s garage and they frightened him for life." Bucky butted in and lifted his hand up, but then placed it on his chest and looked at Wanda in sympathy, thinking back to that guy.

"But it’s fine. Go to that stupid party. You will tell us what happened on Monday."

-

Y/N and Bucky were in the middle of their scary movies marathon, watching a scary movie they hadn’t had the chance to see yet and chewing on popcorn from time to time. "He is gonna catch her, you see." Y/N stated with a knowing voice as she grabbed a few kettle corns to eat.

"Shhh." Y/N and Bucky had their eyes glued on the screen, waiting for the jump scare to happen but they relaxed as soon the woman in the movie did too, as nothing happened. About 3 seconds passed before the two best friends jumped up in fright when the monster caught the woman in the movie a moment later, before jumping up from the couch again in fear a second later while screaming at the top of their lungs when someone opened abruptly Y/N’s garage door, making Y/N threw the popcorn at them.

"Holy fucking shit! Wanda!"

"Sorry." The redhead closed the garage door and trudged into the room with tears running down her face, sniffling under her breath and looking at her friends in sorrow.

"What happened?" Bucky immediately sat up and guided Wanda, with her makeup now ruined by her tears, on the couch.

"She kissed him. In front of me. She told me she was gonna talk to him for me but then she kissed him." Wanda explained after she calmed down from the hiccups, a few tears escaping her eyes again as she explained to Y/N and Bucky, making the two best friends look at her pitifully.

"That’s who Kate Bishop really is. A fucking egocentric cunt." Y/N stated after Wanda finished speaking, looking in the distance with an anger glint burning behind her eyes.

"Now I see why you hate her so much." Wanda lifted her head up and looked at Y/N in her eyes.

"Because that’s what she always does. When we were in middle school, she told everyone Y/N is-."

"BUCK! Not now."

"No, I know the story. You were in love with Kate and you burned her backpack when she didn’t feel the way." Wanda explained as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, smiling gratefully at Y/N when she offered her a Kleenex. "Thank you."

"That’s what she said? Really?" Y/N asked outraged with fire burning behind her eyes, scoffing and lifting her legs up on the couch to hug them closely when Wanda nodded tentatively.

"That’s not what happened. Let me explain it to you." Bucky sat up and grabbed a box under a drawer and placed it on the coffee table. "With dolls."

"Ugh, Buck, can you not?"

"She deserves to know the truth!" Bucky countered back to Y/N sternly, eyeing Y/N hard and lifted the top of the box only when Y/N sighed out dejected and hugged her knees closer, resigned to listening to Bucky explain the story, "Y/N and Kate used to be best friends in middle school."

"What?"

"I know, right? Shocking! Anyway, they were inseparable. One day, they gave each other these friendship pets and Y/N put this pin on hers to come out to Kate." Bucky pointed to the rainbow pin on the fluffy pet, "Kate was happy Y/N came out to her and put the same pin on hers for support, because- she used to be human." Bucky stated, making Y/N smile at his joke, "a few days later, Kate confessed to Y/N she liked a boy in their class named Kyle. Y/N, of course, supported her- they were best friends. They went to a party and when it was time for the spin the bottle game, Kate was afraid Kyle liked Y/N more, so when he spun the bottle and it landed on Y/N, Kate kissed Y/N in front of everyone abruptly and then brushed it off saying things like ‘I knew she would let me kiss her, because she is a dyke and completely obsessed with me’." Y/N rolled her eyes when Bucky tried to imitate Kate and making the two dolls he had in his hands kiss, but didn’t interrupt him, eyeing Wanda quickly and finding her completely focused on Bucky, "they had a really bad fight and stopped talking. But Kate, the bitch that she is, brought that pet everywhere she went. Y/N heard her making everyone say hi to the pet and call it Sissy Liz, that was a code name for ‘obsessed lesbian’. She was basically making fun of Y/N and everyone knew except Y/N. So during chemistry class she lit that pet on fire to get rid of it. Kate’s backpack caught slightly on fire and Y/N got expelled."

"So when you got home you couldn’t explain why." Wanda finished with a pensive tone, already looking at Y/N in sympathy as all the pieces of the story fell onto place.

"Yeah. And Kate got away with it." Bucky finished with his story and placed everything back in the box, scoffing under his breath.

"I’m so sorry you went through all of that."

"It’s in the past now, Wan. But now you see Kate for who she really is. Now you know she is not your friend. We are your friends. And we’re gonna make her pay."

"That bitch deserves a lesson." Bucky butted in and high-fived Y/N, while Wanda looked at the two confused.

"Yeah, do you want your happy ending with Vis?" Wanda nodded, her eyes already filling up with tears as the image of Kate kissing him in front of her appeared in her mind, "then we’re gonna have a fucking revenge party." Y/N smirked widely at her friends before sprinting to her laptop to start working, while Wanda and Bucky decided to watch a movie. About an hour later she hung a white sheet on the wall, turned on her projector and cleared her throat to grab her friend’s attention. Bucky stopped the movie and both Bucky and Wanda looked over at Y/N’s presentation while Y/N stood beside it with a focused frown on, "so, here’s the plan. We need to take Kate from off her throne. Targeting all the things around her she cares the most. First thing first. Her perfect body." Y/N pointed to the first point on her PowerPoint projection, making both Wanda and Bucky look at her weirdly for how much effort she put on that presentation.

"Wow, talk about dedication." Bucky joked but Y/N waved him off and continued.

"Then putting her best friends against her. And last but not less important, making Vis dump her. Questions?" Y/N looked at her small audience and lifted her right eyebrow up in question, pointing at Bucky, who lifted his hand up.

"You remind me of my first grade teacher. She looked like Satan." Bucky snickered at his own joke and at Y/N staring at him unamused. A few seconds later Y/N grabbed the first thing she had within her reach and threw it at him. "Ohw! Throwing your tubes of paint at me is not nice."

"You should be glad it wasn’t an hammer." Y/N deadpanned with an hard stare directed at Bucky and lifted an eyebrow up defiantly. A few seconds of silence wrapped around them into the garage before the three of them let out loud cackles.

"I have a question." Wanda lifted her hand up after she calmed down and waited for Y/N’s full attention, who nodded after wiping away a few tears that escaped her eyes, "do we have to do these things in succession or-."

"Not really. But I think destroying her perfect image would be the logical thing to do first." Y/N shrugged, turning her head around and staring at the words projected on the sheet as a pensive frown rolled over her features.

"It would definitely make her go mad. Turning her friends against her would definitely come subsequently." Bucky added with a small nod as he leaned back on the couch and stretched his arms over the top of it.

"But how can we do that?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows pensively and stroked her chin gently, wracking her brain for a good idea to start with their plan. The three teenagers spent about 5 minutes thinking in silence, all staring into space and humming from time to time as they discarded a few ideas. Suddenly Y/N sat up from the coffee table and lifted her hand up in victory. "I got it. Okay- this Thursday we have that stupid celebration for her win as the Spring Fling Queen last year. We can start with that."

"Where is the celebration?" Wanda asked, still getting used to all these school activities.

"On the football field." Bucky explained to Wanda when Y/N didn’t answer right away as she stared at the ground, thinking over a plan of action.

"Oh I got it! Oh this will be amazing- we are gonna fucking hit her with hydrants and drench her in front of the whole school. She will be furious." Y/N explained out loud happily, proud for coming up with that idea.

"Oh I would definitely cry in front of everyone." Bucky nodded with fear in his eyes, looking into space as he probably imagined the scene, and Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her friend.

-

"How the fuck is that possible? We splashed water into her fucking face and she transformed into a model? I had my feed full of Kate stroking her boobs with that stupid sexy face. And she even created a new trend. Are you fucking kidding me? Ugh." Y/N punched Bucky’s locker in frustration before leaning her forehead on it, making her best friend gasp at her.

"Hey! Don’t hate on my locker."

"I’m sorry. But our plan had a really shit start. We only made her more popular." Y/N lifted her head up to stare at her best friend in apology before leaning her forehead back on the cold surface with another frustrated groan and closing her eyes to calm her nerves but a rustling sound of paper beside her ear made her lift her head back up and meet Wanda’s eyes instead, eyeing the bar she was eating. "What’s that?"

"Oh, that’s actually my lunch. I need to study before my test, that will be after lunch. I don’t have time to eat so I’m using this bar that my mom used to give to people in need in Sokovia. It helps you ingest all kind of nutrients and vitamins. She gave it to people starving to help them gain weight fast." Y/N was certain that if she was in a cartoon a lightbulb would’ve appeared on top of her head and lighted up as a devilish idea popped into her head.

"Wan, I think you gave us inspiration for step 2 of our plan." Wanda stared at Y/N’s face erupting in a big, mischievous grin and stared at her in confusion, waiting for her to clarify. "You’re gonna make Kate believe these things are used to loose weight in Sokovia instead. In no time she will have to say goodbye to her perfect body."

"Damn girl, I love when you’re such a dick." Bucky chuckled and bumped his shoulder with Y/N’s one, who just shrugged with a fake humble smile before chuckling evilly under her breath.

-

"Holy shit! Kate just bumped into me on her way to class. I was so shocked I didn’t even register her calling me an idiot. Shit- those bars are starting to work." Y/N sat down in her chair in class and sighed when it luckily didn’t start yet, meeting Wanda’s and Bucky’s eyes with her own widened in bewilderment.

"Yeah, I noticed it too this morning in the parking lot." Bucky nodded with a proud smile, winking at Y/N mischievously.

"Yeah. Yesterday she was so pissed-off she yelled at Natasha and Cassie all the time. Cassie is afraid she hadn’t ‘crapped’ in two weeks." Wanda grimaced in worry and recalled how brutal Kate was being with her best friends the days prior.

"Perfect. That’s just perfect. She is starting to crumble!"

-

"Buck stop trying to set me up with that girl in your class. I’m not interested." Y/N repeated for the umpteenth time to her best friend as she closed her locker, groaning in frustration when he tried to protest, again.

"I would be surprised if she is interested in you." Kate scoffed as appeared from behind Y/N and snickered at her own joke, making her three friends that followed her around do the same. Y/N fleetingly met Wanda’s eyes over Cassie’s shoulder before moving her eyes onto Kate, staring at her proudly of her insult. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Well, I guess you definitely need to pull a surprised face. I like to people. You’re not the only one good with her mouth in our school." Y/N countered back cheekily, lifting her eyebrow up in challenge as an evil smirk appeared on her lips. She could swear she saw Kate blush, but her angry brain was definitely pulling jokes on her.

"Pft, bullshit."

"Wanna test it out?" Kate imperceptibly faltered in her stance as she swallowed quickly, but Y/N didn’t notice it.

"Y’know what I think? I think you only like to show off with your mouth. I think you only use it for selling bullshit." And with that Kate walked away, purposefully slamming into Y/N and making her hit her back on the lockers behind her, as her friends followed behind her. Wanda sent an apologetic smile at Y/N as she passed by her before stopping abruptly to prevent to fall into Natasha. The plastics suddenly stopped and Wanda lifted her head up to look what was happening and her heart fell down at her feet when she watched Kate and Travis kiss in front of her. "Hm, hey babe. You should push your hair back like this." Wanda watched as Kate slipped her fingers in Travis’ hair and pulled them back, a gesture that Wanda was sure was overly sexual to spite her, "Wanda, tell him her looks better with his hair pushed back."

Wanda swallowed the jealousy she felt bubbling up in her throat and, after taking a calming breath, spoke up with a blank stare, "you look better with your hair pushed back."

With that Kate walked with Travis, Natasha and Cassie out of the school, while Wanda stayed back to catch up with Y/N and Bucky. "What a fucking cunt." Y/N exclaimed, pulling Wanda’s eyes away from the door Kate and Travis just walked out and nod at her in agreement.

"She’s such an asshole."

"We need to hit harder. Cassie is the next one. We need to put her best friends against her."

"I can’t. She is too fragile." Wanda countered back with a sad expression on her face and Y/N sighed out disappointed.

"Dude, she just forced you to compliment Travis when she knows you like him. We need to hit hard. You will end up with Travis as soon as she is off her throne."

"I’ll end up with Travis as soon as she is off her throne." Wanda repeated with a dreamy expression and Y/N grinned widely at her as she started to give in.

"Yes bitch."

"Okay, let’s do it."

-

"Guys, it worked. Cassie told me a lot of Kate’s secrets. Did you know last year she convinced a girl from the opposite team to not wear her underwear during a game and while they were playing she pushed her pants down and made her flash her intimate parts to thousands of people just to score?"

"That would be something Kate would do, yeah." Bucky nodded after imagining it in his mind, sipping on his tea gently.

"As much as despicable that was, we don’t need it. Anything else we can use against her?"

"She is cheating on Travis. With Ryan Perrick. Every Tuesday and Thursday in the janitor’s closet." Wanda spoke right away, not even thinking about anything else Cassie told her in the school’s bathrooms.

"What? Holy shit, that’s perfect! This way our plan will be over. You’ll see." Y/N grinned mischievously at Wanda as she clicked her cup with Bucky’s one.

"Oh and she also told me Kate is trying a new Japanese or something technique to have perfect skin. I thought it would’ve been useful."

"Yeah, it will definitely will. Buck go get that lard jar in my kitchen. We’re gonna give Kate some new, expensive Italian facial cream." Y/N spoke with a too sweet tone as her eyes lighted up enthusiastically, her best friend running into the kitchen as a snicker left his lips.

-

"The Queen Bee just got dethroned." Y/N stated with a delighted sigh after taking a seat in her History class, looking at Bucky with the same facial expression.

"Yeah."

"That’s what I call a perfect plan. Kate lost all her power." Y/N high-fived Bucky enthusiastically before eyeing Wanda weirdly as she applied lip gloss on her lips. She shrugged it off and smiled once again at the girl, "hey, are you free this weekend? My art exhibition is this Friday."

"This Friday? Oh no, I can’t. I have this thing with my family. We already have tickets. I’m so sorry." Wanda looked remorseful at Y/N for just a moment before she turned back around and continued touching up her makeup happily, looking herself through the small mirror in her hand.

"Yeah, you really look sorry." Y/N eyed Wanda and scoffed, shaking it off and looking at Bucky, who shrugged at her.

"Do you want to watch a movie tonight? We are watching another scary movie. I love watching Y/N pee herself from the fright." Y/N turned around in her seat and punched Bucky on his shoulder, who chuckled happily at his mocking, but Wanda kept staring at herself in her mirror, not looking at their friends once.

"Oh, I can’t tonight. I have plans with Cassie and Nat."

"But the plan is over." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows confused, but Wanda just shrugged as she sat up, Y/N and Bucky looking at her confused.

"I know, but I want to have fun with one last strike. I’ll see you tomorrow. Kisses."

Y/N and Bucky stared at Wanda appalled and watched her walk away, Bucky waving unconvinced at her before shrugging at each other as their professor showed up a moment later.

-

"Oh God."

"You dirty, little liar." Y/N exclaimed as she walked towards Wanda with fury burning behind her eyes.

"I’m sorry! I can explain."

"Explain what? That you forgot to invite us to your party?"

"You know I couldn’t invite you. I had to pretend to be a plastic."

"Hey, hon, this is not pretending anymore. You became a plastic too. Cold, shiny, hard plastic." Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes and went to walk away to join Bucky, waiting on his bike, but stopped and turned around to send a withering glare to Wanda, clearly not over with the conversation yet. "Did you have fun with your new awesome friends? Had some fantastic shots and just had a great overall time with each other’s awesomeness?" Y/N mocked Wanda with an overly sweet tone, watching as a frown appeared on her face, but she couldn’t care less if she hurt her. She was done with her shit.

"Y’know what? You made me do this shit for your own 8th grade personal revenge, do not blame me."

"Ah shit, at least me and Kate know we are mean. You only like to play the victim for your own good."

"You know what?! It’s not my fault you’re like in love with me or something." Bucky gasped loudly as he put his hand on his chest while Y/N froze on her spot with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Oh no, she did not."

"What?! You see, this is the problem with you plastics. You think everyone is in love with you when news flash baby, everyone HATES you. Including Vis, that after dumping Kate, he still doesn’t want you. You are a mean girl, just like Kate. Here." Y/N threw a rolled up paper to Wanda and walked away with a loud scoff, "you can have this. It won a prize."

"And I want my pink shirt back!"

-

The next day Y/N and Bucky strolled into what they couldn’t call a school anymore. People were fighting with papers scattered all over the floor and on the walls. They eyed in disbelief what was unfolding in front of them and dodged a few girls pulling at their hair as they finally arrived at Y/N’s locker, where a paper with a picture with her and Bucky was attached on it. Y/N picked it up with her eyebrows furrowed curiously before anger boiled under her skin at the words written under the picture, "Y/N, the pyro-lez?!"

"Bucky is too gay to function." Bucky read out loud and Y/N gasped outraged.

"Hey! I only can say that." Y/N slammed her hand with the paper on her thigh and assessed the caos that was still taking place in the hallway. Girls in the whole school were fighting. Two of them were slamming another one on the lockers on their right, other two were trying to punch another one in the face, one was trying to bite another girl on her ear. It was a mess. Bucky screeched loudly when a girl got thrown right beside him and he cowered behind Y/N, who rolled her eyes somewhat amused at his behavior. "There she is. The new Queen Bee." Y/N spoke purposefully out loud when Wanda walked beside her and both stared at Wanda hard, narrowing their eyes at her when she tried to wave at them, but the principal’s voice booming over the hallways interrupted her. Y/N noticed a smug Kate Bishop standing beside him with her arms crossed and she instantly knew this was all her fault.

"Every girl in the gym. NOW!"

-

"Okay, who’s next? Oh Y/N, go on." Y/N smiled at her teacher and walked up the makeshift stage, looking one more time at the paper with the apology she wrote on it and prepared to speak up.

"Oh this will be awesome. Maybe she will lit something on fire." Kate spoke up from the crowd, making everyone laugh at her joke, while Y/N bit the inside of her cheek and balled her paper up, throwing it on the ground.

"Okay, I have some apologies to make I guess. I have a new friend, she is a new student. And I convinced her it would’ve been fun messing up with Kate Bishop’s life. I had her pretend to be friends with her and then she would come to my house after so we could laugh about all the dumb things Kate said. Oh and we gave her some bars that would make her gain weight and then we turned her best friends against her. What else- oh yeah- and then Wanda- oh you know my friend Wanda, right?" Y/N pointed to the redhead on her left, making everyone stare at her a few moments before focusing her attention back on herself, "she told him Kate was cheating on him and then she convinced him to break up with her." The anger appearing on Kate’s face was the peak of Y/N’s week, but she kept going with a proud smirk on her lips, "oh and we switched lard for her face cream." Y/N chuckled softly under her breath, "but then it all went to shit because apparently Wanda is just like Kate Bishop. So the apologies are for me." Y/N flipped the bird to Kate and instead of falling into the crowd like everyone did before her, she hopped down the makeshift stage and walked out of the gym and out of the school, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion when she turned around and noticed everyone else was following her. Well not exactly her, but apparently Kate and Wanda fighting a few feet from her, also walking out of the school. She then exited the school and crossed the road to go to Bucky’s bike and wait for him there. She leaned her butt on his friend’s bike and watched Kate standing in the middle of the street fighting badly with Wanda but after a few moments everyone gasped loudly when they saw some stupid student run Kate over with his car.

-

Luckily Kate only suffered from a back and neck injury, but she was overly fine. Despite that, Y/N had to fight against her guilty feelings. If she didn’t let her hatred for what Kate did to her take over her, Kate wouldn’t have been run over by a car. She knew it was stupid thinking that, but she couldn’t help it. After a long chat with Bucky, he convinced her it wasn’t her fault. None of that was her fault. And luckily Kate was okay. They also stopped talking to Wanda, who went back to being ignored and eat in the bathroom, but the two best friends didn’t gave a shit about her. She was a bitch to them and she deserved it all. After a strangely calm month, the Spring Fling finally rolled over. Y/N had to endure a lot of convincing from Bucky, but after trying for the umpteenth time, she finally gave in and went with him as his plus one. She chose a purple suit that, as Bucky stated ‘hugged her in all the right places’, while Bucky chose a classic black one. "Damn Buck, you almost look straight tonight."

"Bitch, you know I will never be. Here put the flower you so nicely gifted me in my pocket."

"You are supposed to do it to me, not the way around, dude." Y/N reasoned with a chuckle but grabbed the white rose from Bucky’s hands nonetheless and did what he asked her to, before smiling widely when he pulled another white rose from behind his back and placed it in her suit pocket too.

"Let‘s go break some hearts." Y/N laughed heartily at Bucky’s joke and let him pull her out of his house and into his car, jamming to loud songs as they drove towards their school.

"Holy shit."

The party was already in full swing when they entered the gym, now all decorated for the Spring Fling, and Y/N and Bucky stopped at the entrance to take over the room, their eyes watching people dancing on the floor, drinking at the tables or smoking under the bleachers. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Are you kidding me? There’s no way I’m going through this hell without being drunk." Y/N deadpanned with a serious, almost scared face, causing a small laugh to escape Bucky’s lips before he shook his head and pushed her towards the table where punch was on.

-

Wanda, after making up with Bucky, let him lead her to Y/N, finding her dancing with a few guys and girls from the A.V. Club. She watched her a few moments before taking a big, grounding breath and then tapped on Y/N’s shoulder, watching her turn around and noticing she still had the piece of crown she threw at her after winning in her hand, and with an hopeful tone she asked, "so- friends?" She batted her big doe eyes at Y/N and patiently waited for Y/N’s answer.

"I don’t know, are you still a bitch?"

"No." Wanda smiled softly at the girl and immediately shook her head, her gesture making a small grin grow on Y/N’s stoic face too, instantly calming her nerves down.

"Then we’re cool. C’mere." Y/N chuckled and circled her arms around Wanda, hugging her close for a few moments.

"I don’t know how is that possible, but Kate apologized too, in some twisted and confused way in the bathroom." Wanda told Y/N with a still perplexed expression, her mind still reeling from that moment.

"Oh really? I would’ve loved to witness it. Where is Vis?"

"It didn’t workout. He is with a girl from his science class now." Wanda told Y/N with a resigned shrug and Y/N caressed her shoulder gently in apology.

"Oh I’m so sorry." Bucky butted in, caressing Wanda’s shoulder too, who smiled at her friends gratefully.

"It doesn’t matter."

"We can always make up a plan to make him pay." Y/N joked, giggling at Wanda when she widened her eyes and shook her head furiously.

"No, no, no, no. I’m done with revenge."

"That’s fair." Y/N nodded still giggling and circled her arm around Wanda’s shoulders, Bucky hugging her torso from the other side.

"Besides, I already forgot about him. I just want to have fun with my friends tonight."

"That‘s it, bitch. Let’s go have another drink." Y/N smiled widely and pushed them to the table where all the drinks were, but Bucky stopped her and pulled her and Wanda to the dance floor instead.

"It can wait. Let’s go dance now, bitches!"

-

"No! I need to drink. Wanda is your dancing buddy from now on." Y/N chuckled as successfully sneaked away from Bucky’s hands and waved through the sea of people to finally walk towards the table where the spiked punch was, grabbed a red cup to fill and took a sip of the strong drink as she leaned her ass on a random table to catch some breath, not noticing she stopped at the table where Kate was sat in. "Hey." Y/N smiled awkwardly at the black haired girl staring at her just a few feet from her and waved at her with her free hand.

"Oh, hey Y/N!" Kate was definitely high from medications if her hooded eyes were anything to go by, and Y/N still smiled awkwardly at the plastic, watching as she blinked a few times into space before struggling to grab her fancy cup and trying to drink from it, only to huff out in frustration when her collar prevented her to.

Y/N sighed out loud and debated with herself for a few moments if she should help Kate or not. A few moments later she made up her mind. She wasn’t a monster. "Fuck it." Y/N whispered under her breath and sat up, walking over Kate and placing her red cup on the table before grabbing Kate’s glass from her hands and sliding gently between Kate’s slightly open legs to let her drink easily and prevent it to spill on Kate’s dress, "here, let me help you."

Kate stared at Y/N gratefully and drank softly from the cup, never moving her eyes away from Y/N. Y/N suppressed an entertained smile by biting on her bottom lip at Kate rolling her eyes slightly back in delight as she drank, "thank you."

Y/N nodded with a soft smile and stared into Kate’s blue eyes for just a moment then started to move away from her, but she just had the time to move to the side from Kate’s slightly open legs before two hands grabbed her waist and pushed her down, making her sit on Kate’s lap. "O-kay."

Y/N smiled awkwardly down at Kate, who stared back at her with a dopey smile while her arms circled around Y/N’s waist, making her gasp softly under her breath at the sudden gesture. "Hm, you smell nice."

Y/N tapped with the palm of her hand the top of Kate’s glass before moving it on top of Kate’s head and tapped her hair gently when Kate leaned her head as much as her collar allowed her to into Y/N’s neck and breathe her perfume in, an awkward smile stretching over Y/N’s lips, "thanks, I guess?"

"You look nice too. I love purple." Kate leaned her head slightly more into Y/N’s neck and hummed softly as she hugged her tightly.

"Kate, what is this?" Y/N couldn’t help but ask after staying awkwardly into Kate’s arms for a few seconds, staring at her seriously and almost regretted using an harsh tone when she noticed the vulnerability swirling into Kate’s blue eyes when she pulled away to stare into her own Y/E/C irises.

"It’s me missing my best friend. I’m sorry I treated you like shit. I really liked spending time with you."

"Kate, you’re high." Y/N shook her head to prevent her brain to fall for the girl’s games again, putting a metaphorical space between them. She wasn’t going to let Kate fuck her up again.

"Maybe. My pills make me like everyone. Can you believe I said I liked Lili’s dress? And she is wearing orange! Who the fuck likes orange?"

Y/N shook her head and breathed out a small laugh. Kate didn’t change so much. And she somehow loved it. "Are you okay?"

"My back hurts a bit, but with you here with me, I feel better."

"Okay, you are definitely so fucking high." Y/N stated with an amused laugh and looked at Kate when she pulled away to observe people dance distractedly. She found herself getting lost in taking Kate in, from her perfectly styled hair, to her light make up, then moving her eyes down her green dress and appreciating it hugging her body as it was starting to become lean and muscular again. Luckily, before she started ogling at her exposed chest, Kate’s voice pulled her out of her inappropriate daze.

"I wanna dance." Y/N sighed out happily when she moved her eyes away from Kate’s chest a moment before she met her eyes and smiled innocently at her, nodding slightly at her.

"Are you sure you can with-?" Y/N waved her hand around her head and neck to point to Kate’s collar situation, but the black haired girl just nodded slightly at her with the same dopey smile.

"Yeah, dummy. It’s here for a reason." Kate laughed loudly at her own joke that Y/N clearly missed but laughed unconvinced alongside her before widening her eyes comically when Kate patted her butt a few times, "get up, we’re dancing." Y/N sat up slowly as her mind still reeled for Kate’s gesture, so much lost in her head she just let Kate grab her hand and pull her towards the dance floor where Bucky and Wanda were still dancing. What the fuck?

"Look who finally decided to join us again! And she brought fresh meat!" Bucky exclaimed, screeching loudly when Kate went towards him and took his hand to dance. Y/N watched Bucky carefully spun her around before the two started dancing back to back in a someway funny way. It was weird watching Kate so care-free but Y/N liked it nonetheless.

"Y/N! C’mere!" Y/N widened her eyes comically when Kate pulled on her hand and turned her around quickly, making her slam her back on Kate’s front as her arms circled her waist.

"Kate- are you-?"

"Shut up and dance." Y/N swallowed the rest of her question as nodded, before swallowing once again at Kate moving her hips to the rhythm and occasionally hitting Y/N’s butt. Was she really grinding on her?

"Oh fuck it." Y/N exclaimed under her breath at her mind reeling and let herself go on the dance floor for once, thanking the alcohol in her system for that. After a few beats of dancing seductively with Kate, she grabbed Wanda’s hand when she stood in front of her and danced care-freely to the EDM music blasting loudly through the speakers in their gym.

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31st Story

Part 2

TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife

Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙

Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.

He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.

"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.

Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.

It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.

So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.

"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.

"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.

"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.

"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.

"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.

Except it never did.

"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.

The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.

"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.

Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.

He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.

"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.

Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.

Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.

"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.

"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.

"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.

She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.

"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.

But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."

"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.

"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.

"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.

"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.

Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.

But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.

"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.

So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.

"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.

She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.

"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.

They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.

And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.

✨️Break✨️

The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.

That was only the least of it anyway.

"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.

Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"

This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.

"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.

He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.

He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.

He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.

Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.

Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.

"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.

Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."

"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I think you need to rest," she suggested.

And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.

The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.

Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.

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Sheesh, you people keep inspiring me. I wasn’t planning on more than one Primarch kid OC, but that talk about how Perpetuals potentially work got me thinking.

*edited slightly January 16th*

The story is as follows.

In a very familiar galaxy there was a planet called Chanosis. It was pretty much in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and an irradiated hellhole. Not so different from Baal, in some respects, except it wasn’t lucky enough to have a Primarch land there.

Among the barbarians and raiders that infested the place, there were a few ordinary people who dared to fight for the safety of their home villages.

Among them was a woman named Alyena Bathory, who, despite her youth, not quite twenty yet, rallied the people of her home region to work together to get rid of the raider band known as Red Talons.

It was working almost too well. The Talons were driven into a corner, which can have horrific consequences. In this case, a local lord (at least a lord in his own mind) by the name of Stephan Zarev, was highly annoyed by this young upstart girl gaining all that sweet influence.

Zarev proceeded to give information to the Red Talons that allowed them to capture several local children. Threatening to kill them all if Alyena did not surrender within a day.

Alyena did go to the meeting place selected, but she doubted the Talons would stop at one kidnapping. So she had a plan, though she didn’t inform her allies of everything.

As the exchange happened, Alyena showed her defiance until the children were safe. Then, as the leader of the Talons, known only as the Butcher of Dann (after a village he’d razed), was getting annoyed and made to make her kneel, she detonated the surprise she’d hidden. An explosive carefully packed with shrapnel and bits of metal, quite a bit of which had been collected from the ruins of Dann. Where Alyena had been born, only escaping the slaughter by pure luck.

It shredded the Butcher and Alyena both, injuring several of his guards. In the resulting chaos, Alyena’s allies wiped the leaderless Talons out.

This made Alyena something of a local Saint, many people praying to her and spreading her legend.

Which brings us to the present day, where Belisarius Cawl was busy making his usual insults to natural order. This time he had tried to make a clone combining the DNA of Corvus Corax and somehow Trazyn the Infinite Collector. At least in part to see if it was viable.

At first it looked like it would be another failure. Corvus’ DNA was very finicky and hard to use. Let alone mixed with Necrontyr. But this time Cawl had managed to make a body that was perfect for Alyena’s soul. And she took the opportunity to make the stillborn her new body. And for once the new creature grew into a strong woman. Looking quite similar to Alyena, though thanks to Corvus’ genes she was extremely pale. (Think Snow White the Amazon.)

At least she got Corvus’ shadow related powers in the bargain. Even if it came with the associated insecurities.

Even if she’s on the wrong side of the galaxy, Alyena plots to get out of the lab. Somehow.

[plus-i-miss-you]

Hello, Lina!! I wish you luck and hope you can have lots of fun with your new blog!! How about a request to help you kick off? 👀 Headcanons for t2!Mikoto and Orekoto with a guard gn!reader that tries to keep Mikoto from getting too stressed when interrogating him? Basically, they don't want to push him too hard. After the end of trial 1, I was thinking about how I would have preferred Mikoto and Orekoto over Kotoko as allies if I was a guard, haha.

▷ listening to:

"i won't hurt you, i promise" (gn!reader)

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılıㅤㅤ

♪ note: thank you sm aurora! i hope you like this one! (again. probably came out too cute ahshajaj)

♪ summary: okay, maybe voting a guy with undiagnosed did (and an alter who is extremely protective of him) guilty wasn't a good idea. wishing to make amends and get to know these two better, you try to help these two feel at least a bit safer in this hellhole known as milgram prison.

♪ warnings: mostly none, except there's a description of john trying to make the reader believe that he's the "evil" alter in an attempt to protect mikoto. the reader doesn't believe him though and it's mostly lighthearted. also the reader is kinda supposed to be a "replacement" of es, since they're the reason why mikoto's been voted guilty and there's a mention of.. well, what happened in mikoto's first vd.

mikoto kayano.

♪ "y/n, d-don't get me wrong, i don't mind the attention, but seriously, i'm fine! my head hurts a little bit, but other than that-"

oh, but you know well that this man is not fine at all. you're glad to see that mikoto is doing better after.. well, everything that happened with kotoko and all, but you refuse to leave him alone even for a minute. yes, you're worried about him. why wouldn't you be? voting him guilty was your decision and you're not sure it was the correct one (well, you certainly were shocked after watching his video, haha..) and you're ready to take responsibility for it. you just hope kotoko really won't try to attack him (or anyone, really) again..

♪ you make sure to do everything in your power to help mikoto when he's feeling stressed or anxious and you know that this guy really doesn't like to show how he really feels. but you recognize the signs pretty easily, so no matter how hard he tries, you're already there, asking if he's okay. yes, he's still a prisoner, but that doesn't mean you're just gonna interrogate him until he loses consciousness because of how tired he is. so you try your best to check up on him as often as you possibly can. and no, you have no idea why the other prisoners are saying you have your favorites. 

♪ when you're interrogating him, you tell him that it's okay if he doesn't remember something and he doesn't have to force himself to remember it, especially if it's something that can be traumatic for him. of course, you still try to learn at least some new information, that's your job after all, but you try not to push him too hard. you don't mind if john appears again, but you also want to make sure mikoto himself feels safe. whenever he gets distracted, you gently get him back on track and remind him why he's here and if you notice that he's starting to get visibly anxious, you ask if he needs anything and change the topic and try to go back to the question you had once he calms down.

♪ yes, you feel bad about voting him guilty. maybe it really wasn't the right choice. and when mikoto gives you that lost and confused look, asking why you voted him guilty and feeling like he did something wrong.. yeah, you don't feel so good about it. he looks like a sad puppy when he does it and you refuse to look him in the eyes when it happens. so, uh.. you just try to make it up to him by still letting him do things that make him at least a little bit happy. he can sit in his cell and draw stuff if he wants. you can even take a look if he's okay with that. you can also try to help him start hanging out with the other prisoners again-

"h-hey, y/n.. do you know why everyone's kind of.. i don't wanna sound like i'm blaming them or anything, but is it just me or they're avoiding me for some reason?"

.. ah, about that.

john kayano.

♪ o-okay, now you have to try to get along with this guy. and to your surprise, it wasn't.. that hard? he still doesn't fully trust you, that's for sure. but even though your first meeting didn't go that well (him beating you up and almost killing you in the process, romantic, isn't it?), when you've finally managed to make john trust you and believe that you're not dangerous and you're not planning to hurt mikoto (it took.. a lot of time), he started to act a little bit calmer around you. he's still mad at you, for obvious reasons. he has no idea what you saw in that video, but you still voted mikoto guilty. and he won't forgive you so easily.

♪ whenever you try to learn more about mikoto (or john's?..) crime, john tries really hard to make it seem like he's the one at fault. he's the one to blame, not mikoto. just forgive mikoto already, is that so hard? you really think that guy is capable of murdering someone? and you really don't want to suspect these two, but again, that's your job. and you know well that all prisoners are murderers at least in some way. so when john says that he murdered someone to help mikoto relieve his stress.. it just.. doesn't make any sense. you don't say it out loud though and just say that you're not going to try and figure out which one is innocent and which one is guilty. you're going to judge both of them and you will try your best to be fair, but you're not going to point a finger at one of them and go "you're the bad guy here". not at least before you really do get a confirmation that one of them is the murderer.

♪ john tries to play it cool, doing the whole "tch.. do what you want" thing, but on the inside?? he's LOSING IT. hey. hey. he's the murderer. he's the bad one. he's the evil one. just leave mikoto alone already. however, that's not the only reason why he's kinda going insane. he's just.. not used to being treated like this. what do you mean you see him and mikoto as two different people and treat them as such. why are you so nice to both of them. he's not surprised that mikoto feels safe around you, this guy is way too naive (yes, he means it in an affectionate way), but why does he also feel kind of.. whatever. just remember to forgive mikoto and everything will be fine.

♪ when you hear the infamous "weird noises coming from mikoto's cell", you know well that it's john's doing, so you go pay him a visit. you try to talk to him about whatever that's bothering him, and when he asks just why are you "acting like this" (he's talking about being nice.), you simply say that it's also a part of your job. yes, you're supposed to judge the prisoners, but you don't want anything to happen to them before all three trials are over. he looks at you for a moment, processing your words and says that it sounds like a lie, though you can't hear any anger in his voice, he actually sounds a little confused. you sigh and try to fix his hair that's been messy since the second trial started.

"well, you're not exactly being honest with me either."

[koibitogata]

sage forest mental institution.

chapter 1. pilot Dingy job at a dingy asylum in a dingy town. Everything goes wrong. CW: unfortunately slightly comedic because I can't help myself but it won't always be this way, hopefully 2.8k words

Note: You are referred to as Reader. Y/N is a bit too much of a hassle to type.

You sigh as you're tossed into the back of a car, with the man named Jeff grumbling about how he can't kill you, with Masky admonishing him, Toby ticking away, Hoodie pinning you down, and EJ hanging his head.

You wonder how you got here, and that questioning is so intense you feel your system being choked up with tears, eyes stinging and throat hurting.

So here's how you got here:

You couldn't believe you got the job.

Staring down the asylum on the hill, you thought it was pretty much the typical cliche asylum on a hill. Like, literally, with dark clouds surrounding the cliff it stood on, the sky thundering. Except this time, the sky was a clear blue, contrasting the dark colors of the brutalist-style architecture asylum. You wondered if the walls were a faded greyish-black because it was supposed to be black but the paint faded over time, or if it was originally another color and no one had maintained it for ages. Either way would honestly work, seeing as this asylum was on the outskirts of town, a town that rarely anyone passed, which was ironic, because it was just an hour and a half away from the city. Behind that town was a big patch of forest. Everyone you knew in this town—and you knew everyone—knew not to go into those woods.

And it wasn't as if you were the social type, no. You were pretty friendly, but you didn't consider yourself as someone who would go out of their way to meet others. No, in fact, it was because this town was so small, even the goddamn sheriff was related to you in some way. Your paternal cousin's uncle on his maternal side, yeah yeah, long story that you didn't want to recall. You'd moved into this small decrepit town not because you wanted a romantic getaway from the city or whatever (this place was hardly romantic), but because your place burned down.

Good, you had thought, good riddance of that fucking hellhole where my lifegivers stayed, acting like I was some tenant. Actually, I don't even think a tenant should be treated that way, abused verbally and emotionally.

Barely 3 months had passed after their deaths before that godforsaken house burned down in the suburbs where no one would hear your cries. You recalled having the happiest day of your life when you called 911, and the second happiest day when the half-assed murder investigations finished.

And a week after that day, your house burned down. Crashed and reduced to nothing but ashes. Pretty comical, you'd thought, but then you were out of a place to live.

Sighing, you'd packed whatever stuff you had left after the fire—the clothes on your back, your phone and your precious journal—and hauled ass to the town  on the other side of the city, where your cousin's dog's foster parent's friend or whatever lived.

Really good reason why no one came here, you'd realized, when you reached the town and even the goddamn sign was either burned down or too covered in bird shit to even see the actual sign itself anymore. It's impossible for bird shit and burnt wood to be differentiated, you'd thought, until you met that sign, stared lovingly into its eyes, and immediately fucked off because it was so horridly gross.

You'd knocked on the sheriff's office door, which was in some old-time 1970s building, because you had no clue who to go to in this town. Turns out, the sheriff was more like some village elder than law reinforcement.

"No one tries anything in this town," he'd said with a cigarette in his mouth. "No one." You didn't know if it was because there wasn't enough people in this town for anyone to try anything, or if the sheriff was just incompetent.

No matter. He'd plopped you down on the patio of an abandoned house, whose condition could honestly be way worse. After an entire weekend of spring cleaning the house, you finally had a comfortable (enough) place to live in. It wasn't so bad, you thought.

"There's an asylum behind this town, on the cliff. Sage Forest Mental Institution, or just SF. You can't miss it, it's pretty much visible from everywhere," said the sheriff. Anderson, his nameplate said. "Don't try anything with it. God knows what those teenagers from the city have tried to do in there, but they never came out," he said with a scoff, propelling the smoke in his nose to jet out in a big puff.

You were insane enough to apply for a job at that asylum. Of course, you didn't tell the sheriff. You told no one. None of the, what, twenty people who lived in this town, who'd gathered to welcome the new neighbor. Honestly, it might as well have been called a village at this point. Your fellow town-dwellers were nice, but as you gazed them in their eyes, you noticed something off. Eye contact was noticeably weaker than it was where you previously lived, but you chalked it down to the small population size. Hell, there wasn't even a 7-11. Just a tiny grocery shop. You probably couldn't even get condoms there, which was ironic, because the birth rate would supposedly go up without protection, and thus, population size.

Just as you'd finished contemplating your life choices and the absence of condoms in a small town, you stepped past the threshold of the doorway separating the asylum from the outside world.

Dingy. Horribly dingy, poorly maintained, old building smell. Those words were what came to your mind the moment you were able to take in the inside of the building.

"You the new hire?" A voice so rudely interrupted your admiration for cobwebs on the ceiling. A woman, tanned skin and dark hair, looked at you with an almost impatient aura.

"Uh...yeah. Hi, I'm Reader," you introduced yourself politely with a light chuckle, hoping to lighten the atmosphere, get her to be nicer, anything that could help save your ass from a toxic work environment.

Instead, she rolled her eyes with an "ugh", and droned, "I'm Andrea. Follow me."

Okay, so much for a healthy work environment.

And so you followed her. If you were being honest, you had no idea what to expect. An asylum in a town this remote was one thing, but you didn't know whether to expect many patients, or very few. You also had zero gauge on the employee count, and if the building size was anything to go by, you would've guessed maybe fifty, sixty or so.

But nope, as you walked behind Andrea, you heard nothing but the echoing of your footsteps and your now co-worker muttering angrily about something like why'd they choose me to go all the way out here and useless fucks, the latter of which was very ambiguous as to whom she was referring to. The building had almost no lights, either, and you wondered if there was even water or electricity in this place. Everything was confusing you at this point. But oh well, you thought, you had a steady pay and that was enough.

Begrudgingly, she led you to an unlit back room directly behind what was probably supposed to be a main counter. "This isn't the main building of SF," she started, setting a box down, and as it made contact with the floor, you heard plastics rustling—these were probably meds for the patients. "The main branch is a whole 3 hours away, and for some godforsaken reason," she punctuated with a glare at you, "they sent a measly 5 patients over here and got me aaaall the way over here just to introduce some newbie to their duties," she grumbled. You had no idea whether this was directed to you, or if she was just talking to herself.

She sighed and stood up, facing you. "I won't be here for long. I'm just here to deliver instructions." She fumbled around in the box, causing more plastic to rustle. The noise was almost jarring and you swore you heard it echo off the walls of the empty store room. Again, you thought it was ironic. She pulled out a file from the box and hastily shoved it into your arms. This prompted you to open up the file, and though you couldn't read its contents too well in the darkness, you made something like a table of instructions, timings and diets out.

Just as you thought you'd finally gotten the gist of what you were reading, Andrea snatched it out of your hands and tossed it into the trash below the main counter.

What the fuck?

Your jaw left itself agape. You had no idea, at this point, what you were expecting, what you were currently expecting, and what to expect at all in the future. Why on God's green earth did your weirdly cranky co-worker toss the only instructions you had at all in this dingy place into the trash?

Upon taking in your shocked expression, she sighed and rolled her eyes. Yet another show of begrudgingness. "Look, I know you're new and all and you might have the gusto to work or some shit, but no one is here. No one. You aren't even required to report back to the main branch, I bet no one over there cares and not even the guy in charge of this entire village gives a measly fuck, and the 5 they dragged over here probably creeped out those at the main branch. Look, your job here is, as admin told me, to keep them alive." Upon noticing that your expression was still slack, she decided to oh-so-kindly dumb it down for you. "That is to say, if they die, it's no one's problem."

You wondered how it was possible for your jaw to go even more slack, but it did anyway. But before you could utter any words, oh you had *so many questions*, and so many profanities to cushion those words between, Andrea turned tail and nearly skipped away. You could've sworn she was a ghost, with how quickly she appeared and disappeared.

*What the absolute fuck is that work ethic?

It was actually, legitimately so bad that you drifted over to the main counter, sank into a chair behind it, and buried your face into your hands.

What the fuck just happened? What did she say to me? Why do I know the words she said but not what she said? What is that work ethic? What about the patients you're supposed to take care of and treat with kindness? Did HQ abandon me or something? What the absolute fresh fuck is that work ethic?

You swear you turned into a ghost or something too, because you felt your very soul leave your body.

It took you all of 45 minutes to gather your wits, and finally stand up, because holy shit, that work ethic was so bad it literally dealt a blow to your *own* mental health. But no matter, you told yourself. You're here to take care of patients, and damn right will you take care of those patients.

After picking the file up from the trash and dusting it off, you confidently strode down the hall.

It was at this moment that you realized that Andrea had work ethic so abhorrent that she never even showed you where the patients were. This cost you another 5 minutes, which you spent crouched down on the floor sobbing so hard you shed tears, and you had no idea if you were laughing in despair or if you were crying from a really bad joke.

After a hard slap or two to your face, you straightened up. How hard could it be to find 5 goddamn patients? If you're lucky, they'd even be right next to each other!

They were not.

Of course they weren't.

For after what felt like hours of wandering the interior of the building, you finally came across an area where light flooded onto the floor from the window of a cell. Gasping in relief, you damn near ran over to the cell, but then remembered you probably shouldn't make any sudden movements around the insane, and immediately slowed down, increasingly so as you neared the source of the light from the window to your right.

You came to a stop at the window and turned your head to the right.

Right in your face was a Cheshire grin. A blood-red grin, teeth so white it almost rivaled the sun, but oh, this person's eyes.

Unblinking, black irises so dark you could have mistaken them for the pupils themselves, sclera so bright in comparison and yet bloodshot, and eyelids rimmed in black, like a smokey eye makeup look, but dear god, this was DEFINITELY not makeup. His eyes scared the shit out of you, and you felt like you had to physically grab your soul from leaving your body.

Your vision blurred for a moment. The colors white, black and light blue.

"Whoa there, sweetheart. Can't have you fainting on us."

Those words in a raspy voice brought you back to earth.

The person, the person with not-smokey-eye-makeup and a Cheshire grin, was speaking to you. You blinked and your vision refocused. A dark eyebrow was raised at you, rippling near-white skin. You wondered if it was face paint, but then remembered that one could not procure face paint from asylum air in the middle of nowhere.

"Uhh," was your intelligent response. The man—it was clear, from the baritone of his voice—chuckled, eyes still unblinking, though narrowing a little as the chuckle reached his eyes. But he didn't stop chuckling, no, this man doubled over, laughter reaching a crescendo.

"HEY! HEY, YOU SEE THAT, BEN?!" He howled, gripping at his light blue hospital gown.

Who was this Ben?

"Oh, don't worry about it," he chuckled, wiping a tear from his still wide open eye. "I'm gonna kill you anyway."

Huh?

Before you could even dismiss his words as something a crazy person would say, the glass in front of you shattered, and out shot his hand, veiny and as pale as the rest of him. He nearly tore your clothes with the sheer force at which he pulled you forward, hands wrapping around your throat, constricting breath, blood flow, and your senses.

Nails. Your nails, they dug into something. Your hands hurt. Your eyes teared up, and your lungs screamed for air.

Something like a voice sounded behind you, though at this point, your hearing had left you, but you felt your center of gravity lower and something hit your ass hard, followed by your skull.

You regained your senses and gagged, hands around your own throat, eyes tearing up even more now, and your body couldn't decide if it wanted to choke, gasp for air, or throw up. You heaved and heaved, for ages and ages, till your mind grasped reality again.

Yelling. Yelling, from two different voices, from two different directions. The one behind you was named Jeff, apparently, and the newcomer—there was a newcomer?—was called Masky. Or Tim, but just as that name popped up, Jeff's quarrel was cut off, followed by choking sounds. Deja vu, you thought, as you turned around to see another patient in a hospital gown holding Jeff—the one with wide eyes and a scary grin— by the jaw. Or was it his throat?

"Shut the fuck up," Masky or Tim spat viciously. "And stop killing random people. The reason we're still here is because you keep fucking KILLING our keyholders, and then shifting to a new room every goddamn time! What the actual FUCK," he snarled, "is WRONG with you that you can't compre—"

A loud slap, and Masky-not-Tim fell to the ground.

No, it wasn't a slap. It was way too powerful to be one. Perhaps it should be called a blow instead. Whatever it was got him knocked out cold for a whole of 2 seconds—2 seconds that Jeff took to vault over where the glass was supposed to be, and grab ahold of you again, but not before Masky lunged and pulled him down by the neck, sending them both tumbling into the mess of glass shards, a tangle of limbs.

Honestly, you didn't know what to think. Your first instinct was to run, away from Jeff, but your second was to stay and help Masky, your benefactor. Your final, rational thought, was to break them apart, and so you did, but Jeff's flailing caught you in the face.

You blacked out.

chapter 2 is out.

[nevereverthem]

Imagine after sending Ms. Cuddles away that Bonnie developed insomnia which eventually led to Kai becoming Mr. Cuddles 🥰

TVD :

Given the moment this happens, I couldn't get myself to make her lose sleep and end up in Kai's arms as if they didn't mutually stabbed each other not so long ago. Since I kind of try to stick to how the character was written.... before the merge, he doesn't show much empathetic pretty feelings.

So here's my version, with a little twist.

PS : I intended it to be quite short but got carried away. I ended up talking about numerous things before getting to the point, but I hope you'll still enjoy the story.

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May 10th 1994, prison world.

An eclipse. Kai Parker. Bonnie Bennett.

She was chanting a spell that would bring them back to their world.... It stopped abruptly. She's lost her magic. In fact, she's just put her magic in her beloved Miss Cuddles, sending the teddy bear to the 2010's.

Kai's cry resonated through the cave. He walk-rushed right to Bonnie.

_ Where's the stupid bear ?

_ Oh, it's gone. I guess we're stuck here. Forever.

She holds his gaze, whispering.

_ Sorry.

He inhales loudly, an incredulous laugh escaping his mouth.

_ Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie.... You'll regret this.

His psycho smile's been replaced by a menacing expression.

_ I don't think so.

She seems confident, despite being aware of the fact she's locked herself up with a killer. She couldn't let him out of this prison, in the present, murdering more members of his family.

_ You lost your powers. You've doomed us to be stuck here for damn eternity ! You think you had it bad during four months ? Try eighteen years. Alone. 'Cause, I suppose you don't fancy a truce with the enemy around a nice diner.

_ I'd rather die starved and dehydrated under the burning sun than spend one more day with you around.

He huffs in response.

_ Right.... You'll want me back. Somehow. When you've gone insane from the loneliness. No sounds at all, except from yours. Tired of your own voice, you'd rather punch your face than to hear one more syllable come out of your mouth. When you're on the verge of suicide, with no escape from your own mind.... When all of your being craves the only thing left, human company....

He slides a hand in his pocket, pulling out his pager.

_ Beep me ! 555hikai. I'll come and watch the show.

The last thing Bonnie sees is Kai's sadistic grin growing on his face. Then she turns her back, determined to get as far away from him as possible.

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The witch spends several more months in this prison world, going through the routine she had with Damon, now on her own. It seems like Kai didn't bother following her to haunt her days. She's stopped being useful to him after all.

At first she's holding on, hoping Damon got the teddy bear. Her friends will find a way, they'll come and get her out of here. She's counting on them, as they counted on her so many times. She concentrates her thoughts on happy memories with her friends. She counts the days to keep tract of the real time. When supposed-Christmas season comes, she even decorates a tree with garlands and christmas bulbs. Shortly after, she's hit by a wave of angry desperation and burns the tree. Who does she fake happiness for ?

A few more months later, it all becomes unbearable. It's her birthday. She's still in that hellhole. Alone. She's read every book she could find, searched every mystical object. Nothing. No way out. She's been stuck in this place for nearly a year now and she's had enough.

In a last celebration, she finally decides to open the bottle of bourbon Damon and her had made a pact on. After drinking three quarter of the bottle, she walks to the garage, closing the outside door. She starts the car so the carbon monoxide begins filling the room. Then, she slumps down the floor, back against the vehicle.

A camera in hands, she presses the recording button and starts talking.

_ I'm Bonnie Bennett, locked in a time loop in 1994. Elena, Damon, whoever.... Hi. If you find that video, it means you've managed your way in. It means you didnt give up on me....

Tears start gathering in her eyes.

_ I miss you. I miss you so much.... I miss saying hi to strangers, ordering diner in a restaurant, laughing with my friends. Every day with no one to talk to. Going weeks without speaking. The loneliness....

She bumps her head onto the car behind, crying....

_ I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.... I can't.... I promise I tried....

Her sobbing turns into a cough.

_ You know, Kai told me I wouldn't last long. I almost miss him.

She chuckles at her own statement, tears running down her cheeks.

_ You hear that Damon ? I miss that sociopathic murderer. Not that I'd ever forgive his manipulation, the arrow shoot, the chasing, the manhandling.... but I'd settle for a talk. He's the only human left here, wherever he might be. It'd be a hell of a last talk but...

She pauses a second, pondering.

_ I can't let him win. I'm stronger. I know I am.

She immediately stops the video, forcing her body to rise. She stumbles. The gaz has filled her lungs, making her weak. She can't stop coughing, vision blurred. She falls to the floor, desperate to crawl outside....

Suddenly, she hears a door slam open, someone walking in her direction.... Kai !

She makes an effort to look up at him.

He's standing right beside the switch of the garage's door, holding an oxygen mask before his face. He seems.... pained ?

_ You didn't beep me.

Right before she falls into unconsciousness, the door opens, filling the room with fresh air. The last thing she sees is an arm lifting her up the floor and an oxygen mask crashing on her face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's strange in here. All's kinda blurry, green-ish. She doesn't recognise the place she's in.

Two children appear in front of her, coming in her direction. Before she can realise, they both pass through her body before running away.

She's a ghost. Great ! She exhales in exasperation.

She hears knocking behind her. Turning around, she sees a woman opening a door.

_ Malachai ?

Mala.... Kai ?

Bonnie urges to the room. Nobody can see her anyway. She's faced with an unexpected picture.

A little boy's sitting on his bed, brow furrowed, a sad expression on his face.

_ You hate me !

_ No, no my love, I don't hate you.

That's his mother.

_ I already told you. It's safer that way.

_ I just wanna play with my sister.

_ You can't. We don't want you to harm her.

She's stern but soft at the same time. The boy's pleading.

_ I won't ! Please !

_ Malachai, no.

He starts sobbing, tears threatening to run down his face.

He extends his arms, reaching for a hug. The woman cries in pain. It's only a second, but it's enough to hurt her. The moment he hears her pain, young Kai removes his hands, horrified.

_ Mom ?

_ It's okay.

It's faint, but she smiles at him.

Loud stomps are heard in the stairs, the face of a man appearing in the door frame. His father.

The man doesn't say anything. He comes inside the room, wraps his arms around his wife, and carries her outside.

Just before he leaves, he glares at his son, a warning look on his face. Then, he closes the door, the lock clicks. The boy's alone.

He freezes a moment, holding back his tears.

Bonnie stays there, observing him. She can't recognise the emotionless murderer she knows in that little boy standing here, petrified from his own action.

Her train of thoughts is interrupted by shouting coming from downstairs. Little Kai slowly walks to the door, putting his head on the wood, an attempt at eavesdropping. The witch imitates him.

_ See what he did to you ?

_ He didn't mean to.

_ Of course ! Like he didn't mean to siphon his sister last week !

_ He just wanted to play....

_ We almost lost her ! That power, that thing, it kills people ! It's an abomination !

_ I know !.... But he's still our son.

The boy can't hold back anymore, he breaks down, falling to his knees by the door. A flow of tears escapes his eyes, running down to his neck, staining his shirt.

_ Kai....

Bonnie raises a hand, reaching for his cheek. Her hand disappears the moment she touches his skin, sinking through his body. She can't touch anything. Despite facing the man he became, manipulative and vengeful, she can't help but want to wipe away the tears of his younger self....

All of a sudden, the image of the boy fades. It's replaced by short fragments of discussions, people....

She sees it all pass before her eyes. The family reject, locked in his room countless times. The accidental siphonings. The pain. The addiction. The help he never get, learning by himself. Hurt turning into rage. Emotions buried away. Finally d-day. Merge refused. The snap. The killings. The banishment. Flashes of his months trying to find a way out of the prison world. His desperation. The moments he broke everything around him, punching his reflection in the mirror.... Then, all his attempted suicides. As she had just tried. The thing is, he succeeded. He actually did die. Each time. Coming back to life. Each time. Trying to kill himself for years. She saw all those times, all the suicides. Stabbing himself with a knife, throwing himself off a cliff, painkillers overdose, numerous unknown needle injections, shooting an arrow at himself, cutting his arms open with a kitchen knife, car crash, real guillotine in a museum.... She felt them all. She felt them in her body. Excruciating pain, vengeance desire, hurt, rage, fellings, despair.... Then nothing. Void. Just that feeling. They're going to suffer as much as I did.

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Bonnie snaps awake, gasping, jerking in a sitting position. She's panting, trying to catch her own breath.

She looks around. It's the Salvatore house. She's sitting on the couch next to the fireplace. She's actually sitting across someone's lap....

_ Kai !

Eyes wide, she abruptly pushes herself off of him, hands on his chest. Parts of the nightmare she just had make their way through her mind. She freezes, still too stunned to move away. Kai has an arm lazily rested around her waist, a blanket covering them both.

The man hears someone calling his name through his sleep. His eyelids open, watery from a troubled nap. He notices the eyes piercing through his own.

_ Hi ! Awake ?

The witch seems disoriented, wearing a traumatized look on her face. Kai's voice sounds too casual for the position they're in.

_ Oh, yeah, hum.... When I carried you out of the garage and took you here, you started to get all sweaty and cold. The fire and the blanket didn't help. So I figured.... the whole 'body heat' thing.... Well.

Bonnie doesn't respond. She doesn't move either. Kai waves a hand before her face. She doesn't even flinch. Given her lack of responsiveness, the man extends a leg in an attempt at walking away.

She stops him. A hand on his shoulder.

_ That was yours, right ?

The man gives her a confused look.

_ What ?

_ The nightmare... It was yours.

Now, that's his mouth whose's shut.

_ Kai ? Is this all true ? Or did you manage to feed me false visions ?

His expression's petrified, angry-sad-ish ?

_ How ? You don't have your magic back. I would have felt it. How did you-

_ I take that as a yes.

She doesn't know how it happened, how it's even possible. She must have felt him in her sleep and got into his head. She's not supposed to have her magic back. She's doesn't. But she somehow was able to get through him. All of him.

It surely doesn't feel like he's down to have that conversation. And she clearly needs time to process all she's just witnessed in her sleep. But there's one thing bugging her now. It just popped in her head. She was able to get inside his mind because she's here, alive, thanks to him....

_ How did you know I was in the garage ?

The question is enough to get the man out of his thoughts. He's expression's back to 'normal'.

_ I was watching over you.

_ You were... how ? There's nothing here you can get magic from.

A guilty smile grows on his face.

_ Hiding in a house doesn't require a cloaking spell.

The witch's dumbfounded, her mouth opening in an 'o'. She's also kind of impressed by his discreteness, and a tiny bit scared.

_ Stalker much ?

He fake-gasps, being falsy offended.

_ That stalker just saved your life !

_ Why ? You couldn't just 'enjoy the show' ?

Her quoting him after all these months sort of gives him an ego boost.

_ First, you didn't beep me, meaning you didn't know I was there, so that's no fun. Secondly, dying on your birthday ? Even I know it's pathetic. And exhaust poisoning.... Seriously ?

_ You tried it too. I saw it.

How does she.... Right, 'the nightmare'.

_ For the record, it wasn't on my first attempt.

They suddenly both fall silent. His smile fades, her expression darkens. Even though they're discussing the situation, the touchy subject of suicide affects them both too much to keep arguing.

Also, Kai doesn't know how much she saw and he's certainly not letting himself be vulnerable by slipping out information she doesn't already have.

Despite being physically close at this moment and having an oddly casual conversation with him, Bonnie is far from feeling safe. She wraps her arms around herself.

_ Are you here to kill me ?

Kai chuckles, brows furrowed, mocking her.

_ After I stopped you from doing it yourself ? That would be so evil !.... I like the way you think.

His amused grin reappear on his face. The familiarity of his expression nears reassurance. He adds.

_ I'm not here to kill you. I weirdly got used to 'not harming you'.

She huffs in response, eyeing him incredulously.

_ That's progress.

He can look as sincere as he wants, the witch isn't fooled by his words.

_ You wanted to stay close in case I ever happen to find a way out, am I right ?

_ Guilty ! But I got myself useful. I stopped you from.... You know.

Here we go again... She shakes her head, pushing the thought away.

_ Why ? We have no way out. I'm not getting my magic back.

He shrugs, terrifyingly soft in his words.

_ I still want the company.

_ The company ?

Now she's mad.

_ You shot me with and arrow !

_ You killed me with a pickaxe.

_ You murdered your siblings !

_ You....

He stops. He doesn't feel any remorse, he believes they deserved it. But he can't deny what he's done, nor can he form any excuse she would accept.

_ You know you wouldn't have popped out again like me, right ?

Change of subject ? She wants to argue and force him to explain himself, somehow. That's when she remembers the dream, the memories.... She gives in, answering the question.

_ That was the whole point....

_ Don't do that again. Please.

_ You're concerned about me now ?

He exhales, a stupid look back on his face.

_ Look, I was kinda hoping you would get up and walk out by yourself. You were about to, but then you tripped and that was it.... I couldn't let you die. I mean, if I can't get out of here, I'd rather not lose my main entertainment.

She rolls her eyes at the ceiling. That sounds more like him.

After so much unusual conversation, the witch's mouth feels dry, eyes tired, a crushing headache making its appearance. She closes her eyes, hand on her forehead. Kai notices her discomfort.

_ Hangover ?

_ Ya think ?

He nods in understanding.

_ You drank more than half the bottle of bourbon. By the way, what's their thing with bourbon ? That's, ugh !

He wears a disgusted expression, making a giggle escape from the witch's lips.

_ At least, that knocked me out. I haven't had a good night's sleep for ages.

_ I know.

His statement came out a bit too fast. He's nowhere near shy of a person but the lack of restraint in his talk leaves him with an apologetic look.

_ Did you watch me sleep ?

The accusing tone in her voice is flagrant.

_ Oh, no. Please !.... Okay once ! I was intrigued.

He is unbelievable. She's not surprised, but she'd hopped to have a little intimacy. She doesn't want to think about what else he might have seen. She's not going to ask. Ever.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to block any invasive thought about a certain man spying on a naked Bennett witch....

_ Miss Cuddles.

_ What ?

_ I've had trouble sleeping since I don't have her with me....

_ Whose fault is that ?

He's the one accusing this time.

_ I had my reasons.

Silence. He doesn't bother. The witch's mouth opens wide, letting out a loud yawn.

_ Tired ?

She only nods, slowly shifting towards the man, putting her head back on his chest.

Kai flinches at her movements.

_ What are you doing ?

_ Getting back to sleep.

_ On me ?

_ Yep.

Direct answer, as if there was no problem with that. The man frowns in confusion.

_ I may be a sociopathic murderer, Bon....

She notices him quoting what she's said recording her video a few hours ago.

_ ....but I'm clever enough to know I'm the last person you'd like to willingly cuddle with.

She steps back, looking straight in his eyes.

_ You're right. You're a bad person craving for touch, and I'm desperate. Win-win.

Her blunt logic hits something inside of him.

_ You think that low of me ?

_ Didn't show me much better.

_ Fair enough.

In a silent agreement, she places her head back on his chest, Kai's arms wrapped around her waist in a shy embrace.

_ And from what I've seen, I'm not the only one who could use a hug.

He wants to argue, but then remembers.... She knows. She saw him. Little Kai. 'Right where it hurts', he thinks.

_ Does that mean I've become your new teddy bear ? Am I the brand new Mister Cuddles ?

His voice sounds so excited it's endearing. Bonnie looks up at him. He winks, offering her a stupid grin, which hides much more. She has proof now.

_ Shut up.

She lowers her head, eyes closed.

_ If you promise not to invade my head again.

_ I'll try.

It may be a mistake, a bold move, a dumb experience, call this what you want, but she needs it. Wether it'd be a friend, a complete stranger, or an enemy.... She needs it. Human touch. She's got no magic to be sucked. It's 'safe'. For now....

A few minutes later, she's already fallen asleep.

Kai's watching her, sleeping in his arms, chest heaving at each intake of breath. He thinks about planting a kiss on top of her head, but it's not worth the risk. He doesn't remember the last time he got to hold someone, or the last time someone volunteered to hold him. He's thrown his feelings away a long time ago, but he would be lying if he'd say this didn't make his heart beat faster....

The End.

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Words : 3k ~ how on earth ? When I said I got carried away. 🙄

That took fricking long to write !!

I don't even know if it actually respects the request. >< Sorry ?

Next time, say it if you want me to change Kai's personality a bit. If you want him to have more feelings than in the actual TV show, especially before the merge.

Don't hesitate to tell me your impressions.

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The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

[aihoshiino]

Having read the other ask about Hikaru being at the hospital (im not the same anon btw), I'm not very sure whether to feel reassured that he appeared at the hospital or not...because as you said, he did claim that he didn't go there or do anything, yet it is now shown as clear as day that he did (he was even talking to Ryo in the scene)...so doesn't that mean he was lying out of desperation? Wouldn't the anime simply follow this route and simply show Nino appearing later like in the manga? Unless you mean they might change that because she is already implied to be accomplice to Hikaru already due to the cliff scene

The other thing that still bothers me is that I still don't know if I want to believe the whole narrative of "haha Kamiki evil manipulator" at the age of a middleschooler...but we also don't even know (and probably won't ever know) why he went there to begin with, how he found out, and why with those 2...like I'm fairly certain he knew who Nino was and still revealed it anyway. I get Ryo he maybe didn't, but Nino was Ai's coworker...except if Ryo called her later to come over which feels less possible knowing how long a trip to Miyazaki takes

The reason I kind of perked up when I saw that change was because, like I said in the original post, that combined with the anime moving 109 so much earlier up in the timeline says to me that the anime team feel okay making pretty major structural changes to the story if it means their version of Oshi no Ko flows a little better. The anime is already sort of a second draft of Akasaka's manga and has been tidied up and smoothed out in various places, so seeing them commit to stuff like this now that we actually know what direction the story is going makes me excited and curious to see how the team will choose to handle this stuff later in the story.

Obviously, it could still be dogwater and I don't expect them to outright change the ending or make any especially radical changes, but I do think the anime version of things is going to be a much smoother ride. The team has a lot more time and room to do the kind of editing and patching up that Akasaka should have been afforded the chance to do if the weekly manga industry wasn't such a hellhole.

[archangelween]

Breakups

The breakup in the bookshop in s2 was staged, made to look like a breakup to outsiders while it was actually them confirming their plan to take down HH.

But that's not the only breakup we saw. Were the other ones real, or also staged?

S1

In season one we saw the breakup in St James Park, after they were caught in Edinburgh. Aziraphale is the one who leaves the park first and initiated the breakup in the park. We also see a "breakup" in the 1960s, the too fast scene.

(1) Park, 1862. Crowley initiates, neither protests/both add fuel to the flames, Az leaves. 1941 Crowley returns. The title card is underwater, as in there's more going on than what's on the surface, what's superficially apparent. It's not clear. Hard to fathom.

(2) 1960s. Az initiates, both reaffirm they want to get together, Az leaves.

(3) We also saw the bandstand breakup. Az initiates, Crowley protests, Crowley leaves. Az initiates contact, gets pulled up to heaven. Crowley mourns, because he thinks it's real. Az returns.

That's two in the past, one in the present. Each time they take turns. We don't see the "I lost my best friend", we don't see the "you can't leave", except at the bandstand and subsequent yanking by corporate. We now know the park was after the 1862 hellhole.

Conclusion: I think everything but the bandstand was faked. Two fakes, one real. They were threatened, so they "broke up" publicly to take the heat off. 1960s was the tentative "maybe it's safe now, but we just can't know, it's not a risk I want to take". An assessment of whether it's safe to be publicly together again, and the answer was no.

Further, I think each event here isn't solely fake or real.

(1) Park, that was a real fight, but a fake breakup;

(2) 1960s was a fake fight and fake breakup;

(3) the bandstand was a real fight and a real breakup.

There's ambiguity about what's going on, which is another theme that comes up constantly: who actually knows what's going on? what's the answers? God plays games with the universe, what's written isn't straightforward, god doesn't answer and what she does say isn't an answer.

S2

In season two we saw the breakup in the bookshop, after Azi introduced Jim. Crowley initiated the breakup and he's the one who leaves. In the past we saw Aziraphale lose Crowley to hell for real. At the end, Crowley loses Aziraphale to heaven, not via death but might as well be. He isn't broken up about it like after the bookshop fire. One in the past, two in the present.

(1) Az's backroom. Crowley initiates, Az protests and stays, Crowley leaves. Real fight; not a true breakup, because it wasn't a breakup, it was Crowley not wanting to participate in this particular thing. He still left though, so for purposes here that's a real breakup. This is the ambiguity again: looks like breakup, and he is leaving him high and dry, but it's that particular action/request instead of them breaking up as a whole.

(2) 1827. Crowley initiates, Crowley gets yanked by corporate. Real fight over morality, real breakup.

(3) Metatron hovering. Public breakup, that looks a whole lot like their real breakups. Except they're not stressed out like they were after the real breakups. Fake fight, fake breakup.

So that's two real breakups and one fake one, the opposite of s1. It's an AAB pattern: fake/fake/real for s1, real/real/fake for s2.

The pattern

Three fake breakups. Three real breakups. In the pattern of AAB, both seasons.

So in s3, we'll see the same thing, except it'll be getting together or first times. Because that's what goes hand in hand with "breaking up". Since the previous seasons did fake and real, I think s3 will be about ambiguity--were they really together, or not? That fits the previous seasons too: were those breakups real or fake? There were elements of both in each one, but I think it's the overall goal that matters: for example, the fight over the holy water was real, but them breaking up over it was not. Real fight, fake breakup.

I think it'll be two false starts, or two times they were assumed to be together, and then the real time they got together: AAB.

I think the AAB pattern is the pattern from the music playlists? I haven't heard that anyone figure out what it was. Perhaps this is it. There's many more patterns in the way the show goes too, with the same AAB/set of three. Since there's three seasons, the seasons themselves might follow the pattern. So far we've had two seasons where things aren't fine, so maybe the last is when everything is finally okay.

AAB is a common song form, called the 12 Bar Blues Song Form: "A" refers to the first and second four-bar verse, and "B" is the third four-bar verse. In a 12-bar blues, the first and second lines are repeated, and the third line is a response to them—often with a twist.

Unlike AAA or AABA song forms, which describe the overall structure of the song, AAB describes the structure of an individual verse. AAB is always used as a compound form. 12 bar relates to the number of bars, or measures, in this song form. Almost all Blues music is written in a 4/4 time signature, i.e. there are four beats in every measure or bar with each quarter note (crotchet) being equal to one beat. (source)

What's the four beats within each season? And within each "A"/"B"?

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i’d like to say that i’m an incredibly funny person, but i don’t know how many people would agree. if you do, though, please let me know (i’m pretty sure i have a praise/validation kink of some sorts…)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ my blog

this blog is mainly going to be for my hero academia, specifically for the character shoto todoroki (i’m heavily infatuated with that man, and i have been for over five years now. it’s really unhealthy, but i don’t think i want help anymore.), so if you don’t like him, this may not be the blog for you. however, if persuaded enough, i might write something for some other characters. maybe. if you’re lucky, or if i feel like it—but either way, don’t get your hopes up.

the writing on here will mainly consist of one-shots, little drabbles, or little scenarios i make up (which, again, will pretty much all be around shoto. who’s shocked?). i write fluff, however i may write the occasional smut/lemons—if that term is even still used… is that just a wattpad thing?—if the embarrassment doesn’t catch up to me. you may even see the occasional angst post, but it probably won’t be that common. i like to stay happy, thank you. in any case, just don’t expect consistency from me. writer’s block enjoys holding me captive for a good few months just to release me back into the wild and start the cycle all over again.

anyways, this is getting too long, and tiktok has ruined everyone’s attention spans, i’m sure. so…

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ tl;dr

i write for shoto todoroki from mha, with the exceptions of a few others if i feel up to it, which will probably be extremely rarely. these writings will include one-shots, smut/lemons, scenarios/headcannons, or anything else that i feel motivated enough to write.

i hope you all enjoy this page! i’m open to suggestions too, feel free to submit any specific request in my asks, and i’ll try my best to heed to your wishes! thank you for reading <33

psst… i’m an old lady when it comes to tumblr. i had way too much of a struggle writing this. you may have to bear with.

[aandriskobold]

i love that you’ve logged off of tumblr but reblogged an ask game fhkdhf im dragging your ass back to this hellhole

anyways 7 (because I wanna hear you rant about a certain book hehe) and 17 for the reads in review ask game <3

can't believe u made me log back onto tumblr. you don't want me to write this fic huh.

7. Wasted Potential: Great premise and/or characters but fell down on execution

Skajfhlasfj you got all of this ranting first hand but here goes: I really didn't enjoy the priory of the orange tree. This is one of those fantasy books that is so heavily hyped, and unfortunately did not live up to that hype. i would have DNFed but I wanted to figure out WHY i wasn't enjoying it, which took me abt 2/3rds, and then I was a stubborn motherfucker about the remainder. I didn't know until afterwards that it's supposed to be a feminist retelling of George and the Dragon, which is, i guess, a premise, but it really didn't work in execution for me.

I thought all the characters were very static - no-one really undergoes any character development except niclays, which makes him the most interesting pov character... which isn't a good look when he's the only white man pov and your book is supposed to be giving voices to wlw and poc, who are pretty boring because they're all already good noble honourable strong people and don't GO anywhere. tane could learn to live beyond the loss of the goal she'd been working towards her whole life, or be more affected by her grief and guilt, for example.

i also found the whole religion aspect pretty uninspired. to me there's a really interesting point shannon *almost* makes about how we write history, how we remember things, who controls the narrative, how faith can be challenged and how it can be used to maintain power - but falls short of actually hitting that mark because there is a Correct Narrative and Real True Story that happened so our main character can be right. i think it would have been cool if neither the priory nor virtudom gets it entirely right, because both systems have been manipulated over the years to present the ideology that the people in charge want to. instead it's only really challenging loth's faith, and even then he gets over it extremely quickly. i would have loved to see him struggling more with his faith and the revelation of the lies behind it, and how that affects his relationship with ead, but they're literally fine with each other over the course of about a paragraph. when you consider how long this book is, you know. it's not like there wasn't room for that.

and this is not even getting onto the east/west north/south worldbuilding that's "inspired by real countries but not meant to represent any one in particular". okay. maybe it's just me but i often find myself disappointed by fantasy china representations, but this one was particularly... hmm. not actively bad, just obviously something the author didn't really care about.

also something a little distasteful and shallow about the woman from Fantasy Middle East being obsessed with Fantasy Queen of England, to the point that i have absolutely no impression of what she wants or believes in other than sabran. ead ends up being proved right when she leaves the priory, saves sabran and reunites the west, but it feels like something only justified because we, the reader, know what's going on, and not necessarily actually the right move. Their relationship was not very compelling to me in general, i didn't really care about them getting together or getting back to each other.

overall: a premise that could have worked and clearly something that was meaningful for a lot of people, but lacking the interesting character development and relationship dynamics to really pull it off, and then overexplaining everything (oh, the n k jemisin fan prefers not to have their hand held in fantasy? groundbreaking). i was so relieved when i finally finished this thing, and i LOVE long fantasy books. just not this one rip.

17. New author (either to you, or with a recent debut) you're hoping to read more of?

Honourable mention to both Zen Cho and Anne Leckie, who I read for the first time this year and REALLY want to read more of, but this has to go to Tommy Orange for There There. I was very moved and spellbound by the intertwining stories, the tension, the depth and complexity of characters, the exploration of history both personal and people-wide, the meaning behind the title. It was brilliant, and I can't wait to read the sequel!

[queenofcats17]

17 forrrrr sammy x wally?

Oh, I think I have the perfect idea for this~

17. …to distract.

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Of all the people Sammy had to be stuck in this godforsaken inky hellhole with it just had to be Wally Franks, didn't it?

Contrary to popular belief, Sammy didn't hate Wally, even if he did find the janitor incredibly frustrating at times. While the studio had been running, Wally's presence had been a relatively familiar and comforting one. However, in this new and strange inky world, loud was the last thing you wanted to be. And loud was exactly what Wally was. Sammy had lost count of how many times he'd had to shush the former janitor to keep him from giving away their position to any enemy.

Currently, the two of them were scavenging for supplies in the Heavenly Toys area, which meant Sammy was especially on edge for fear the Ink Demon might suddenly appear. Not to mention they were venturing awfully close to "Alice's" territory, and Sammy knew she would jump at the chance to get her hands on the hearts of two almost perfect looking toons.

"You gotta relax, Sammy!" Wally said as he dug through the piles of plushes, searching for some bacon soup cans. "You're gonna give yourself a heart attack worrying so much!" He paused, frowning slightly. "Can toons even get heart attacks?"

"I would rather not find out," Sammy replied, glancing over his shoulder back at the doorway. "And I worry exactly the right amount for the situation! Our lives are at stake, Wally!"

Wally let out a small sigh. "Alright, yeah, you're right, but you gotta let yourself live a little too! You can't just run on survival forever!"

"I would much rather allow myself to live a little in the safety of the safe house," Sammy grumbled, folding his arms.

"Come ooon!" Wally held up a Boris plush. "Don't you wanna hug one? Just one?"

Sammy paused, scrutinizing the plush. He had been about to say no outright, but it would be nice to hug something something... Did he really want to hug Boris though? But then again, both Bendy and Alice now conjured up bad memories. Boris was the only character who was, for the most part, untainted in his mind. Boris just reminded him of Wally now.

He was wrenched from this thought process, though, by a horrifyingly familiar sound.

The sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Sammy's head immediately snapped in the direction of the doorway where he could see the familiar ink veins creeping closer. Oh God... There were no Miracle Stations nearby. Nowhere for them to hide. Nowhere except one of the back aisles.

He immediately grabbed Wally by his overalls, hauling him into the back aisle, far back enough that the Ink Demon wouldn't see them if he entered the room.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" Wally demanded. "Don't go manhandling me like that!"

"Wally, I need you to shut up," Sammy hissed as the heartbeat sound grew louder.

"Wha-? Why?"

Couldn't Wally hear that sound?!

"Wally, please, I need you to just be quiet," Sammy begged.

The ink veins were creeping into the room. They were almost out of time.

"Is something comin' or someth-" Wally was cut off as Sammy pressed him against the wall and slammed their lips together, silencing the former janitor.

For a moment, Wally was stunned, too surprised to even move. Then, he leaned into it, wrapping his arms around Sammy.

Sammy didn't pull away until the pounding of the heartbeat in his ears was gone, and he could no longer see the ink veins on the walls.

"I'm...sorry about that," he said, a bit out of breath as he removed himself from Wally.

"Why're you sorry?" Wally asked. "That was great!" His tail was wagging more vigorously than Sammy had ever seen it wag before.

Sammy blinked, then sighed. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it at least. I was sure we were going to die there."

"I can think of worse ways to go out," Wally said with a grin.

Sammy rolled his eyes with exasperated fondness. "Let's head back to the house, alright? I think that's enough scavenging for the day."

"Can I get another kiss when we get back?" Wally stumbled a bit following Sammy out of the toy room.

"Only if you ask nicely," Sammy replied. "And if you don't cause any more trouble on the way back."

Wally's grin widened. "I can do that!"

"I would certainly hope so."

At the very least, Sammy now knew he had a guaranteed way to make Wally shut up when they were in danger.

...And he didn't mind doing it either.

[rumbleonthemill]

I'm so fucking disappointed in parts of the HN community, it is just hilarious at this point. I never judged anyone, if you guys want to do stuff, ship, create stories, stick to canon, okay, go ahead. I'm not the one, who should judge anything. if I dislike something, I'll mute the tag, or block the person.

the newest, unnecessary fight I had with someone, who I thought was a friend (after all, we were talking for 3 years at least) had cringe ass accusations featured, such as: p_do (ah, the usual. no, I still don't really draw kids, you can keep your kid characters, I don't give a shit), incest shipper (because they keep thinking I ship two related people...the beta 3 storyline wasn't important for anyone, and now it suddenly is? fuck you, honestly. in addition, the story behind the crack ship I do ship is something different, but you're fucking lazy to pay attention)

I don't know how else to state, other than writing in my posts and tags, that I create my own stories. I create AU's and I draw crack ships. and those have little to NOTHING to do with the canon.

***

but they fail to understand that. they fail to understand that not only THOUSANDS, but millions of people do the same, because they are in FANDOMS. people are accusing me, because "many people said this rumor so it must be true, despite there is zero evidence, but hey, they said it" bitch, that's how rumors and gossips work. and you're a mob, because you fall for shit that a lot of people spread. bruh.

I'm at the point that I don't care. my days are numbered, my $uicide note is written. I don't have fucking time to explain people what I already explained, they're just lazy shits to read ONE post, and understand, how the old community, which I was the part of, worked. the good old community, which was more accepting and open, and nicer.

what is this new community hm? people are whining about floating bushes and nothing is good for them. they want to FORCE others to do the same as them, and kill creativity. and if you're different, then you can die.

***

I don't give a shit about canon, if I do, I make stories about older storylines, but not just about those. nobody can forbid me or anyone else, to make a story about beta 3, then another about something completely non-canon. I'm a creative person, who creates new things. this is how people back then worked in old fandoms. if ANYONE cannot process this statement, then I recommend them to leave me alone.

and also yes, I have a patreon. I didn't really advertise it, since tumblr banned adultcontent (except from lives as I see...and prnbots can still exist, I guess....) and because of stalkers, but they stalk me anyway, because they have no fucking life. I'm trying to make at least a little money, because I cannot find a job in this hellhole country. easier said than done; I want ANY of my criticizing people to come here and find a job! this is fucking eastern Europe, not the west. the stuff I put on my patreon is adult-content, because at age 29, I feel like I'm totally allowed to draw adult men, making love. it's mostly anatomy practices and my ships. in my own au's/stories.

I find it extremely childish, to get harassment because of that. no fucking one has the right to judge me, I'll let all of you know it.

[purplesurveys]

1914

Name something you keep on the nightstand. The microfiber cloth for my glasses so I can clean mine as soon as needed.

What does a man brag about the most? I uh...don't know. I never hang with groups of dudes lol, and the ones I know don't really do a lot of bragging around me.

What's the most you've tipped your waiter or waitress. The highest I give is ₱500 and that's whenever I host a big party (10-15 pax). I leave ₱200 if I was very impressed by the service; otherwise my standard practice is at ₱100.

As a child, what frightened you the most? Cockroaches, because we had flying ones at home. The fear has carried over to this day because I still hate seeing them.

I also didn't like seeing anyone drunk because the men in my family who did never knew how to take care of themselves. It was horrifying watching them stumble and slur their words; physical altercations were the worst thing I had to witness. Among family. So imagine how pissed I felt when I tried alcohol for the first time and learned that drinking has a lot to do with just knowing how to control yourself.

Name a dish you take to a potluck. The ideal option would be pizza but that's what everybody brings, so my go-to has evolved to be Mama Lou's truffle mac and cheese. They're not what anyone would think to be their first choice, and yet everyone goes crazy over them. As a people pleaser, I always want to make sure it's my tray that makes their way to plates the most haha.

What's a popular vacation location? For Filipinos, definitely any of these: Taiwan, Hong Kong, Singapore. I've been to Singapore but have no interest in the other two.

Name a complaint people have about their job. That they are not paid enough for the life they need to sustain.

Name something you put off doing until the weekend. Taking our pets to the vet. The queues are always unpredictable, and the last thing I'd want to happen is to be 5th in line during my lunch break and be stuck on the road three minutes before a 1 PM call. So say if they were due on a Wednesday, I'd just take them that same weekend.

What's a common remedy for a cold? I just let it pass if it's only a cough or cold. Fever is a different story – I'm rarely sick, so when it happens it crashes hard on me. When I get a fever, I usually find myself asking for soup since it's the only thing I'll have the appetite for.

My mom also has this honey ginger tea that she makes me drink 1-2 glasses of. It's nasty, but I do it for her so it doesn't go to waste.

How many scoops of ice cream do you put on an ice cream cone? 2 max and that's pushing it. I'm a slow eater, so it's sure to melt. It's also why I've always preferred having ice cream from a bowl/cup.

Name a type of nut. If I'm having the nut itself, pistachio. In terms of flavor, almond or peanut.

How long is the typical vacation? Anywhere between 2-5 days. Except for the time we were in Bali for 7 days, I've never been on a vacation for longer than a week.

Name a popular athlete. Simone Biles.

At what age should you have children? Whenever you're ready and financially capable. It's different for all.

During high school, what was your worst subject? Chemistry. I feel like my teacher only passed me out of guilt(??); my test scores ranged from 68-89. Never tasted a line of 9 from it lol.

Name a famous Jack. Jack Nicholson.

How many speeding tickets does an average motorist receive? I have no idea. Speeding's not that big of a problem here to begin with because the Philippines is the Traffic Hellhole of the World LOL

Name a profession a kid wants to be when they grow up. Teacher, doctor, princess.

Name a famous TV detective. Sherlock Holmes.

At what age did you get your first kiss? 16.

What month is popular for weddings? Ber months.

Name something people forget when they're in a hurry. Wallet.