#y'all need to stop giving attention to brown people who put white people on a pedestal

[basedhighsenberg]

"They talk big about fighting the government & winning back their freedom, yet never actually do, and wind up photoshopping night vision goggles onto another boogaloo doge"

You talk about how the ladies all love you and about getting a wife, yet they don't, and you never actually do, and you wind up drawing night-vision goggles onto boogaloo apu pepe in MS paint

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

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white knight | lisa

A/N : Hello everyone! I'm finally posting my first ever imagine out here in Tumblr! I'm still new to writing and I hope to get better at it soon.

This idea was inspired by a dream, and I couldn't stop myself from turning it into a Lisa fic, because it just felt right.

Happy reading :)

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Lisa should have returned with her band mates after rehearsals. But instead she chose to stay back and practice more until she was out of breath and one thing led to another, and she landed herself on the ground with a twisted ankle. Luckily you were on your break returning from a café, and you just happened to pass by the Blackpink practice room when you heard a scream. You rushed into the room and saw Lisa from BLACKPINK howling in pain.

"Are you alright miss?" She looked at you and gave you a weak smile. You cursed yourself for your lack of sense, and got down on you knees inspecting her ankle. "I'm sorry for that earlier, but I believe we need to get you to the doctor as soon as possible." She nodded, trying to get up but wasn't able to put pressure on her leg and struggled to stand without being in pain. You felt really bad for the idol, so you did what you thought was right.

You crouched down before her, and asked her to hop on, she seemed hesitant at first, but the way you looked at her made her want to obey you somehow. So without further ado, you walked out of the room carrying Lisa. Thankfully you met her manager, who you knew as a senior because you were an intern, and explained the situation. Immediately y'all made your way to the back of the building after making sure everyone's face was well hidden. She had worn the hood over her cap, to make sure nobody recognizes her.

Once you were out, you lowly whispered. "Please hide your face, we don't want people to know it's you and have them follow us." She nodded and hid her face by your neck, you could feel her breath hit you neck, making goosebumps arise all over your body. She held on to you tightly as you made your way towards the company van. The manager opened the van door, and you carefully put Lisa down, making sure she was comfortable in the seat. By the time you were preparing to leave, Lisa tugged at your sleeves, making you look at her curiously and then the manager.

"Get in Miss L/N, might as well help us a little more. You got inside with Lisa, while the manager sat at the front instructing the driver to get to the hospital soon. The ride was silent, unless the manager asked you questions about how it was working in the company, to which you replied professionally. Lisa had been looking at you the whole time, and you could feel her stare, so you turned to the right to check and caught her staring. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to act cool as if she wasn't caught red-handed. You chuckled, causing her to smile.

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You had somehow made it to the hospital without people knowing and you were relieved. The doctors quickly came to aid, arranging a private room for Lisa. You were standing with the manager, while he was talking to the doctor. Thankfully, it wasn't serious and it would get better if she takes rest and puts ice on them within 2-3hr intervals. The both of you made your way to Lisa's room, the manager informing her that she was free from activities for a while. He left shortly afterwards making a call and with that you were left with Lisa.

She motioned for you to come near and to take a seat, so you did. "How are you feeling?" You asked looking at her wrapped up ankle and then at her. "The pain's alright for now though it hurts if I move it, aside from that it's all good, thank you for carrying me and stuff--" She trails off, looking at you expectantly. You furrow your eyebrows thinking what she meant, then you realize she's asking for you name so you shyly flash her a smile which Lisa finds cute and coos. "Y/N L/N." She nods, saying your name a few times to check how it sounds on her lips, once she's satisfied, she holds out her hand for you. As you return the gesture her smile gets brighter. And you can't help but think how pretty she looks when she smiles, her doe brown eyes stand out making her look like a doll. If you were to be asked to describe Lisa, you would be at a loss of words. Words cannot do justice to her beauty. The more you stare at her the more heat rushes to your cheeks, you internally slap yourself for having these thoughts though you heart doesn't listen.

"Thank you for the help Miss L/N. I would be happy enough to have you in our team. You're really helpful. I must say I was impressed." The manager pats you in your back and you smile thanking him for the kind words, and do a mini dance when he's not looking but Lisa has been watching the whole interaction and chuckles making you hide your face and look everywhere but her and that makes her laugh again.

What a way to woo your crush.

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You're again seated with Lisa at the back as you guys head to drop Lisa at the dorm. This time, Lisa makes small talks with you about her 5 cats. Leo, Luca, Louis, Lily and Lego and you can't stop smiling as she talks about her cats with so much love and adoration. "What about you Y/N, do you have pets?" You nod filling her in about your P/N and how he/she likes doing their favorite pass time. (P/N - PET NAME)

By the time you've finished telling her this one story, you've arrived at the dorm. You feel sad because you were genuinely having fun, though you don't let it show. You get out, waiting to take Lisa by the hand but she just pouts. "Carry me Y/N, my ankle hurts with all the walking I did from the hospital." The manager looks at you with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry to have you do this, but please help us Miss L/N." You see Lisa from the corner of your eye winking at you, and you swear you would have exposed her but then you don't want to be rude infront of your superior so you crouch down, while Lisa hops onto you with a smile. The manager opens the door for you, and waits outside. You walk in with Lisa in your back while she mumbles a genuine thank you and so you hum letting her know it's alright and you're not mad. As you enter the dorm, you spot the other members by the living room, sitting on the couch munching on food. Jennie is the first to spot you and Lisa, and she gets up walking to you, gathering the attention of the other two idols.

"Lisa! What happened? How can you be so careless?" Jennie turns into full mom mode when she notices Lisa's wrapped up ankle. And you try to suppress your laughter finding it cute. Lisa however notices you trying to laugh so she pinches your cheeks, making you whine. Jisoo swats away Lisa's hands from your cheeks, and offers you a smile while you mouth her a thanks. Rosé arranges the cushions for Lisa as you lie her down on the couch.

The girls thank you on behalf of Lisa while you bow and say it's alright. You get ready to leave, but Lisa calls you. "Y/N aren't you forgetting something?" You look back at her and snap your fingers realizing you should tell her the remedy. "Ah yeah, you have to put ice on your ankle within 2-3hr intervals so as to ensure that the swelling doesn't increase." Lisa shakes her head at your obliviousness and takes out her phone, flexing it in front of your face. "You forgot to give me your number. You promised to show me pictures of your P/N." You look at her incredulously while the other members just laugh and make their way to the kitchen to give you both some privacy. You contemplate whether it's professional of you to hand her your number, no it isn't. But the puppy eyes she shoots you makes it harder for you to decline and you hesitantly hand her your phone. She punches her number in, saving it with various emojis.

Lisa🐒🐥🐈🖤💗

You laugh at her choice. She sends a quick text from your phone to herself and saves your number with God knows how many emojis.

Finally, you get up to leave before she pulls you by your hand and kisses your cheeks leaving you flustered. "Uhm I-- You- I- must leave. M-My superior's wait-waiting bye!" You run off, almost stumbling into a wall.

You're falling for her and there's no denying.

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The next day, dispatch and various news channels reveal photos of you carrying Lisa from the building to the van. Some fans share their worries about their favorite idol while some joke about the picture being from a movie scene. Both Knetizens and Fans are curious about the mysterious person, setting the news to trending. You go through a few other articles, until one of them catches your eyes.

BLACKPINK LISA SAVED FROM ANKLE INJURY BY MYSTERIOUS FEMALE. FANS CALL HER THE WHITE KNIGHT!

By the time you've finished reading, you get a message from Lisa.

Thank you my white knight, hope to have your exclusive services limited only for myself. Meet me soon <3 Would love to know more about you 🙈

[kannra21]

Haru Kato x Reader 💗

I'm sad that there's no Haru x reader hcs/scenarios so I wrote smtng to make y'all's day *PS it gets kinda dirty but nothing happens lol*. Hope you enjoy!

It was on a cold cloudy afternoon that y/n decided to go on a little stroll through the nature. She already informed her family about it and took her phone just in case, because let's be honest, who in today's world doesn't have a phone with themselves? She put on her favorite pair of boots and a jacket her mother often complained about. So what if it wasn't thick enough? She loved the jacket and guys would usually give her the looks whenever she crossed paths with them. She loved the attention, that brought her in trouble most of the time.

She entered the snow-covered forest, a place she knew and paths that led to the unknown. However, the curiosity took the best of her so she continued through the branches that lay on the ground and the stones that challenged her. Going for a little adventure wasn't such a bad thing, exploring her surroundings was supposed to be a positive experience. Every once in a while a person grows tired with responsibilities, sometimes people wander around in order to avoid facing the boring part of their lives. It was relaxing and the fresh air cooled away her worries. As much as she appreciated the bird's singing in the distance, y/n put on her headphones and listened to her favorite music. The crunching of snow no longer bothered her and a little penetration through it brought a smile on her face. The place was quiet and peaceful and she loved the way everything looked so much more beautiful thanks to the icicles shining from the pine woods. I mean, holy cow! Sometimes she forgot to just stop and take it all in.

And nothing could ever compare to that awestrucking view on the other side of the hill. The landscape was covered in beautiful combinations of white, blue and black and y/n couldn't help herself but to feel amazed. This was soooo going to end up on her Instagram profile. Her friend would be absolutely devastated upon seeing it, she should be sorry for not joining her when she called and y/n enjoyed every bit of it. She approached and climbed a wrecked tree to catch a better picture, her hands were a little shaky and the cool air sent chills though her body. Mom was always right about everything. Screw it.

She took a step further and, unfortunately, the crust she was standing on was so slippery that her leg moved away and she fell into a trapping pit. Her body hurt a little but otherwise she regained herself, everything seemed to be fine, she was okay and she comforted herself, until she tried to move her left leg but to no avail. She was in so much pain and she felt like screaming. It wasn't fair and the tears started to gather in her eyes. She felt cold and her pants and jacket were soaked from being covered in the snow thanks to the awkward fall.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! What the fuck was the goddamn pit even doing here? It seemed like the freaking hunters forgot to clean after their stupid ass selves. And rangers never reported the losers in the first place. Screw them! Screw them all!... But then she laughed under her breath. Who was she kidding? It was her who was so stupidly clumsily that she couldn't keep her fucking balance. Maybe she messed up her leg for a reason? Was she punished by some higher ass force for her stupid deeds? Of course, she was so goddamn stupid and she hated herself. The pain and the cold never ceased to leave her body and she rubbed her hands together.

And then she remembered something, her phone! She tried to find it somewhere, anywhere around the place but after 5min of thorough searching she concluded that it wasn't there, that it landed somewhere around the pit and y/n felt like loosing all the hope that still remained in her.

Hopeless and disappointed, y/n squeezed into herself and, having no other choice, endured the pain and waited for someone to save her. She yelled and yelled for help in case someone was walking nearby but after so many times of persistently trying to attract someone's attention, she decided to give up because she only grew weaker and colder.

She didn't even know how much the time has passed and she felt so tired that everything she wanted to do was fall asleep but she tried to keep herself awake. She didn't want to pass out just yet. Y/n continued blowing warm air on her hands, hoping to keep herself warm. She often watched on the television how professional survivers kept themselves warm by doing all kinds of exercises. Since y/n couldn't walk, she stretched the rest of her upper body but it didn't feel any better. The more she stretched, the colder she felt. She was also afraid of sweat freezing her skin so she decided to sit like that, pinned to the wall as much as possible to at least keep her back covered.

Fuck her and her fucked ass life. She started to overthink things. How she let her family and her friends down. Everyone who loved and cared for her so dearly will hear about the news, that is, if anyone manages to find her and her dead body lying on the ground all frozen. She replayed her entire life in her head and y/n felt like crying again. She slowly but surely lost all the expectations of returning home alive.

After a while of quiet sobbing she heard someone's steps nearing her place and shouting her name. Y/n grew alert.

"I'm here!! I'm here!! Oh God please help me out please!" she exclaimed desperately.

A guy with light brown hair and golden eyes peered from the corner of the pit. His hair looked somewhat unruly and styled with messy and loose bangs framing his face.

"So you're Y/N! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Well duh Sherlock, how do you think I ended up here? The pit is at least 5m deep! And I rolled down that hill over there!"

Haru flinched, he didn't like the tone of her voice. "Everything is going to be fine, try to calm down and take my hand.", he got to his knees and leaned forward to reach her.

Y/n tried to stand up one more time but the immense pain pierced through her once again and she screamed.

"What happened?!" Haru grew concerned.

"I.. I can't stand on my left leg. It hurts so much."

"Alright, stay where you are. I'll try to-" as Haru was about to turn from leaning from his previous position, his hand slipped and, losing the support, he fell into the pit and groaned in discomfort. Y/n couldn't believe her own eyes. The only person who could help her in this very moment got trapped together with her. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry, she felt like losing her mind.

"Y/n, it isn't as bad as you think. Here, I took my ph-" Haru looked at his phone and noticed that it got broken from falling to the ground full force.

Y/n started sobbing and Haru jumped in surprise. He felt really bad and hugged her to calm her down. "I know you're in pain and I know how harsh it must be to stay down here for such a long time, but everything is going to be okay. Your parents already informed the police and we were searc-"

"My parents called the police?!" y/n shouted in surprise.

"Yes they noticed you've been absent longer than usual so they sent us to search after you."

"Wait. You're a police officer?"

"Yea I'm sorry for not wearing the classic black uniform you people got so used to. Things happened and I-"

"iactuallythinkthatyou'rekindahot"

"What?"

"nevermind"

Haru blushed and y/n tried to change the topic.

"How did you manage to find me?"

"I barely caught your location through your phone so I followed it, but the signal got interrupted every once in a while because we're in the middle of the forest after all so let's say that it was the sheer luck that I managed to find y-"

Y/n started tearing again and Haru panicked "I mean it's not the luck that helped me, you have to believe me! Look, my colleagues are already searching for us so they'll definitely find us!"

"Yes but how long will it take them to do so?"

"..." Haru felt really bad for her, he tried to make her feel better but even he wasn't so sure how to do it. "They're professionals so don't worry. They'll come here soon."

"I hope you're right.." y/n squeezed into herself once again and hid her face between her crossed hands. "Why do I always need to mess everything up? Because of me you ended up trapped as well."

"Please don't blame yourself, I ended up here because of my own clumsiness.. Man I'm such a klutz."

"We're both like walking disasters."

They laughed and Haru continued the conversation to pass the time. He talked about himself and the tragic thing that happened which led him to leave the First Division and join the MCPTF. He also talked about Daisuke and all the things that annoyed him about his partner, but in the end he concluded that he believes that he's not so bad despite his wealthy background.

Y/n fell more in love the further she listened to him. He was so kind, humanistic and just. He always paid attention to other people's needs and risked his life on many occasions to protect others. He's passionate about his work and he's really sympathetic, even towards those who didn't deserve it.

"You're such a nice person Haru. Just like a guardian angel." y/n smiled.

"R-really? I don't hear this often haha!" he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

"It's true. Why are you being so modest? You should appreciate yourself more."

"I think it’s for the best if only one of us has an ego. Because, if I were of the same nature, I don't know how Kambe would react. He is a difficult person."

"I think you're too good for him. Try to give him a taste of his own medicine."

"You want to corrupt me? You're the bad girl type or something?" Haru teased and y/n blushed.

"N-no I just think that you deserve more respect from him." y/n fiddled with her fingers and Haru smiled, he found her little quirks so adorable.

"I think that you're a beautiful person as well, Y/n."

The air between them became tense and they blushed.

"Thank you Haru, I'm glad you think so."

Y/n talked about herself as well, her job, family and friends and how she ended up in the pit in the first place. She tried to stand up again but it still hurt her and she hissed in pain.

"You shouldn't force yourself. Here, take my jacket."

"You want me to put the jacket over a jacket? But what about you? You'll only stay in your shirt."

"I don't mind. My top priority right now is to make sure that you come home safe and sound and in order to do this, I need to keep you warm."

"But-"

"No buts." Haru took off his jacket, wrapped her up, lifted her closer to him and put her into his lap.

"W-w-what are you doing?!!" y/n bonked him on the head and he yelped in pain.

"It's better if you sit on me than on the cold hard floor, you're going to get sick. Besides, I can easily warm you up like this so you don't catch hypothermia."

"Oh.. sorry about that."

"It's okay. Look, I understand how you feel right now but I'm not trying to harm you in any way. I already told you everything about myself and I'm not a weirdo. You can trust me."

"Aight aight." Y/n smiled and shifted closer this time. Haru, being the pure guy he was, probably didn't notice how this position made her feel so she wanted to let him know.

She further adjusted in his lap and leaned completely against him, with Haru's head lying on her left shoulder and taking her hands in his bigger ones, rubbing and warming them up.

The close proximity between them was unreal and Y/n smirked at him from the corner of her face.

"Just so you know, this is a very professional behavior." Haru defended himself and y/n felt like breaking into laughter."

"However you say, Mr. Police officer." she whispered in his ear, lips touching the earlobe with every word she spoke and it took him all self-control in this world not to go wild just from that small gesture.

He succeeded at keeping his cool but he didn't succeed at keeping his cool down there and y/n teased him further until he couldn't sit like this anymore.

"Okay okay I get it. Let me think.. try to change positions." Y/n stood up and sat in front of him this time, legs crossed behind his back and hugging him around the torso.

"Warmer~" y/n hummed in delight.

"Y-y/n.. do you really have to put your legs like this?"

"Whoops my bad." she took her leg and threw it over the other, making them face the same direction. Now she was leaning on his left hand, head lying under his own. It was the posture they were both satisfied with and although he could warm her like this, Haru had other problems.

The strain on his suit pants refused to subdue and y/n's hair felt so soft and smelled so nice to him. He became warmer in the face. What was going on with him?

Y/n could feel how stiff and nervous he was so she lifted her head to look at him but his eyes were averted to the other side.

"Is everything alright? Can I help?"

Haru couldn't help himself but to be honest, otherwise he'd just look like an idiot "It's.. not every day that I hold such a beautiful girl in my lap." He looked red and he was breathing heavily. "I'm sorry.. it's just that-"

She stood up from her previous position and sat between him this time.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly. Y/n took his face in her hands and kissed him carefully which surprised both of them.

What seemed to be a soft passionate exchange soon turned into something rougher, with hands roaming through their bodies and tongues colliding. Haru turned her around and pinned her to the wall.

"This is *sigh* a very bad idea *sigh*".

"Why? Are you seeing someone?"

"No."

"Neither do I." she took him for the collar of his shirt and they made out. Their movements became more frantic and Haru felt a twinge of guilt dawning on him.

"I don't want to hurt you.." he whispered, excitement running through him. "It's hard to suppress myself when I feel like this."

"Why? What do you feel?"

"I.." Haru stopped, his thoughts jumbled inside. "I'm so in love with you and we just met. I mean, it's not like you're a compete stranger since we introduced ourselves and said things about ourselves. You're a beautiful person y/n, and I'm afraid of betraying your trust."

"Haru, there's nothing to be worried about."

"Are you sure about this? Honey this is a big thing."

"Honey huh?" Y/n teased and he hid his face in her neck, embarrassment taking the best of him.

She kissed his hair and hugged him around the neck. "I love you too, Haru. You're the best thing that happened to me."

He took advantage of their position and sucked on her neck, earning a moan from her. As he kissed down her collar bone and she unbuttoned his shirt, they heard someone coughing from above and they froze.

"You're supposed to help a civilian in trouble, Kato-keibu."

Haru stumbled back on the snow in surprise. "I-It's not.. Where were you?! We were waiting for you in ages!"

"HEUSC managed to determine the location despite the signal interference. Seems like you succeeded in finding a nice occupation to fill the time gap."

"It's called body warmth, Kambe."

"I'm sure that body warmth doesn't look like that." Daisuke smirked and Haru looked angry.

"So you're Daisuke Kambe, right?" y/n asked and Daisuke analysed her face with his high tech glasses.

"Yes and you're the person we're searching for. Kato, what are you doing down there besides snogging?"

"Kambe I swear, I slipped awkwardly and fell. Can you grab her with anything to help her get out of here? She sprained her ankle and can't move much."

Daisuke's mechanic hands protruded from his specially-equipped suit and he hoisted them up to the safety.

"Thanks I guess." Haru brushed the snow off of himself and sneezed.

Y/n looked at his unbuttoned shirt and she quickly buttoned it up, blushing from embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, you can take your jacket back."

"No this is staying on you." He turned his back to her and squatted a little. "Get on, you can't walk this far by yourself."

"A-are you sure?" y/n asked worried.

"It's going to be okay." he smiled at her reassuringly and she complied.

Daisuke watched them from behind and thought about Haru's smile, it wasn't the same as when he looked at Suzue for the first time during their Isezaki mission. His partner was in love and he didn't know why but he found the fact pretty entertaining.

[wienerbarnes]

Left for Dead (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 1,803

Warnings: mentions to bombs and mission stuff, mentions to past torture

A/N: a lil two parter! I'm def a shorter writer so I split up reader’s first mission as opposed to posting like a 5k one shot (unless y'all dig that better for the future???) I’m gonna queue the second part to post on Friday idk what time but otherwise we all know id forget... so. enjoy!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

It was finally time for your first mission. The night before, F.R.I.D.A.Y. prompted you with the fact that there would be a briefing this morning at 8 A.M. You’d figured the superheroes weren’t the type to sleep in.

As much as you’d been enjoying the return of your clothes, you figured it’d be safest to keep the black-on-black outfit for these briefings and anything else you’d be involved in. Attention is not necessarily something you’d want to draw on yourself right now.

You finally find the room you’re supposed to be in and find about eighty other agents. A wave of anxiety rushes through you and you feel your stomach churn. You want to look around and find someone you recognize but Sam is the only one you see; you don’t know anybody. You’re scared to talk to new people, to have small talk, you’re scared of what they’ll say to you, if they’ll remember your face from the news.

You see near the front a blonde head of hair - Sharon. You haven’t spoken to her, but she’d be the safest bet, except there’s no empty seat on either side of her. She’s conversing with a woman with ginger hair to her left and a large body with short brown hair occupies the seat to her right - Bucky!

You notice there’s an empty seat next to him and quickly make your way over before your luck diminishes and someone takes it.

Bucky registers somebody take a seat next to him, which surprises him because most of the agents are still a little scared of him after spending seven weeks training with him. He certainly doesn’t treat them like shit, but he doesn’t baby them, either. He almost doesn’t notice it’s you when he glances up; he forgot you’ve changed your look a bit.

The tattoo on your next is covered with makeup, the angry face too much of an identifying feature. He knows you hate it and were planning on getting it covered anyway. You’ve removed all of your piercings and all of the tiny holes remain empty along your ears. You’ve managed to keep the tiny stud in your nose, though. Your hair is a jet black color now and it shines in the light. How has your hair survived that many dye jobs? Stupid rules for this job; no brightly colored hair or large body modifications, excluding tattoos. Draws too much attention.

He can sense your anxiety next to him; your heart is beating a mile a minute and you’re super tense. He wants to say something, do something to make you feel a bit better, put you at ease, but he can’t think of anything before Sam calls the attention of the room.

“Morning, everyone. NCIS has requested our help with finding a bomb on a Navy ship and figuring out the identity of the woman who told them about said bomb,”

Images flash up behind him projecting pictures of said woman, looking scared with a bloodied bandage on her forehead. She has a fluffy pixie-cut style dark hair and pale skin, or perhaps her skin is pale in comparison to the caked blood matted on her head. Her eyes are a bright green with minimal wrinkles adorning the outer corners. She couldn’t be older than thirty-five.

“A citizen driving by saw her wandering about the street next to a forest and when he approached her she claimed she was buried alive and couldn’t provide any information about herself; not her name, age, where she came from, or who buried her. All she kept repeating was something about a bomb on a Navy ship that was going to kill a lot of people.” Sam continues.

“I’ll be sending some of you out to Rock Creek Park to scope out the scene and some of you to Georgetown University Hospital to talk to Jane Doe. You’re dismissed but await further instruction and be prepared to ship out.” Sam finishes and everyone begins to stand, engaging in small conversations as they exit the room.

You begin to stand and follow suit but a metal hand reaches out in front of you to encourage you to take your seat once more. You throw a confused look over at Bucky, but he’s not looking at you. You glance over to Sharon, who’s staring down at her phone, and to Sam who is flicking through the file in his hands. The four of you, you notice, are the only ones still in their seats, and you quickly make the connection that you’re supposed to wait until the rest of the agents leave after a briefing.

Maybe they’re gonna haze you, newbie. You roll your eyes at that little voice as the door shut and hear it lock audibly.

The three of them glance up and stare at you expectantly. You glance between all three of them before you give up on figuring out what exactly they’re waiting for.

“Are you guys gonna haze me?”

Sharon smirks and Bucky full on chuckles at your question as Sam clarifies, “Do you see anything?”

“Oh! Oh, right, right. Uhm… It kind of doesn't work like - um, I’ll try. I’ll try and concentrate.” You excuse, and close your eyes to force yourself into that mindset.

Most of your visions happen unexpectedly and randomly, otherwise you need to put yourself in a kind of entranced state of concentration in order to, essentially, force a vision. Forcing it is usually what causes you to get the most emotional and frazzled, but nothing you can’t handle.

You feel your face heat up at the shyness your abilities are presenting right now; “Um, can we turn the lights off?” You ask quietly.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Sam speaks up.

The lights dim and you try to slow your breathing.

She’s covered in leaves and wet from humidity, the stickiness feeling unbearable on her skin. Her skin? Whose skin is that?

“It-It’s a shallow grave, and - and there’s leaves, um -” All you see and feel is pure confusion. You don’t know anything. “Why is it so shallow? They bury people six feet because - because that’s the depth where animals can’t smell dead, rotting flesh - except - except polar bears because they -” Your rambling is cut short at the sound of Bucky’s soft voice and his warm hand engulfing your shaking, clammy one.

“Sweetheart, try and focus on the Navy ship she was talking about, the bomb on the Navy ship.” He tries to get you back on track.

“Right, right, sorry,” You take a deep, shaky breath in and let out with force to calm yourself a bit.

It’s all quick white flashes, so fast and so bright that can’t see the images in between. All you get are feelings of fear and guilt -

“Do you know if she set the bomb?” A deep voice interrupts.

“Sam,” A feminine one scolds.

“What? There’s only one person that seems to know about this bomb and we’re not going to consider her a suspect?”

“She doesn’t even know who she is,”

“But -”

“She didn’t set the bomb!” You exclaim, everything becoming incredibly overwhelming all at once.

“How do you know?” Bucky asks, his calm demeanor influencing your own as you rub your face to somewhat pull yourself together.

“I - I - I just do! I don’t know! I - I keep seeing bomben hersteller, what - what is that?” You ask.

“That’s bomb fabricator in German.” Bucky translates.

“Okay, let’s stop for a second.” Sharon says, “This is a lot of new information, we should wait and see what evidence and samples come back from the crime scene and see what we can get out of her when the agents interview her at the hospital, maybe her condition’s changed and she remembers something, yeah?” You quickly realize that Sharon is the piece of mind between the dynamic of her and Sam while he strategizes the plans. They work extremely well together.

“Okay, okay. Agent, you did very well. Good job.” Sam praises before leaving to exit the conference room, you assume to go give the agents their orders. Sharon sends you a sweet smile before following Sam out.

You look back at Bucky and he’s already looking at you, smile on his face. “You did really good.” He tells you.

“Thanks.” You respond, feeling a lot calmer.

The two of you are sitting awfully close to each other, you notice, bodies turned to face each other in the rolling chairs you sit in. Bucky’s leaning closer towards you than you are him, his forearm pushing on the armrest and you find yourself pulling your eyes away from his and they travel around his face.

Bucky has beautifully long eyelashes and tiny sunspots and freckles that decorate his skin; skin that’s had over a hundred years of wear. He’s kept his hair short but has been growing out his beard, not to an uncomfortable burly length, but enough to leave quite the dark shadow. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips and your eyes flash down there.

You don’t even remember the last time you kissed someone, let alone someone you actually wanted to kiss, not a kiss that was forced upon you. Is he actually about to fucking kiss me right now?

Panic quickly rises through your body and you clear your throat and look away, “Uh, now what?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I can’t go out on missions or anything, so do I, uh, just wait to be summoned, I guess?” Summoned? Why are you so awkward?

“Pretty much, yeah. I’ll, uh, be sticking around, too. Sometimes for ongoing missions I stick around in one of the spare rooms until the case is over.” He softly tells you, unmoving from how close he’s sitting next to you and voice still low and smooth, not looking away from you. Can he tell how nervous and awkwardly attracted to him you feel right now?

“What about Alpine?” You whisper back.

“What?” His eyes are the ones drifting down to your lips, now. Soft looking lips that look like they could kiss him silly and unconscious.

“Alpine?”

“Oh, uh, she stays with my, uh, my neighbor. This little old lady next door to me.” Great, now I’m thinking about my old lady neighbor. You’re biting that lip now and he thinks he might start drooling when you stand suddenly.

“I, uh, just remembered. I have to… clean! I have to clean up, so. I’ll see you.” You push out before finally exiting the room and making your way down the hallway.

You release a frustrated, “Fuck…” as the elevator doors close in front of you.

Meanwhile, Bucky lets out his own groan of frustration in the conference room, hands pushed against his eyes rubbing harshly, “Fuck…”

[bonzai-bunny]

An Incomplete Guide to Makeup featuring: The Face

So you walk into a Sephora for the first time and are, understandably, a bit lost. There are so many different brands and colors and tools, it’s all quite dizzying. I think, at its best, makeup can be a wonderful tool of artistry and self expression. I won’t get into makeup at its worst tho….

Anyway, I want to go over the basics in a way that hopefully makes sense to those who want to learn. I’m going break this into sections of face, eyebrows, eyes, and lips. And I want to preface this by saying that makeup has no rules! If you want to wear concealer as eyeshadow whomst am I to stop you? This is just a guide of how things are typically done. So let’s get started!

First things first: Skincare! I won’t pretend to be an expert in skincare, but your skin is important. Keep it moisturized with lotion/cream/gel and protected with sunscreen and please, please, please wash your makeup off before you go to bed! If you exfoliate, don’t do it everyday, no matter what Kylie Jenner says. (I can make a separate post for skincare if y'all want more detail.)

Things you typically wear on your face are primer, foundation, concealer, powder (setting and finishing), blush, bronzer, highlighter, and setting spray. You do not have to wear all of these things at once or, any at all if you don’t want to, but some people do. Just know that, unless you want it to move around your face, any liquid or cream product should be set with powder.

Primer 

So you know how if you need to paint a wall, it needs a primer to help it stick to the wall and to protect the wall? Makeup primer works the same way. It protects the skin and helps the foundation stick (more on foundation later), can control oil, and can blur “imperfections” such as some texture and large pores. There are two main types: silicone based and water based. I’m told that matching the primer brand and foundation brand is good because the products are made to work together but I have never tested this myself. I’ve also been told that you should match silicone based primer and foundation and water based primer and foundation.

Silicone based primers: (If you see words ending in -cone,-methicone, or -siloxane in the first few ingredients then the primer is silicone-based). These have a smooth, kind of thick, texture and are good for blurring pores, fine lines, and texture.

Water based primers: (water is probably the first ingredients). These have a watery texture, are light, and are good for dry skin (1).

These are very Your Mileage May Vary on what works for you.

Foundation

If makeup primer is like paint primer, then foundation is the paint. It gives you a blank canvas to work with. This is your base. It evens skin tone and depending on the coverage, covers blemishes, redness, dark spots. Coverage can vary from BB/CC creams (basically sunscreen/lotion with some tint in it and also very difficult to find in darker shades) to super full cover up your past mistakes type coverage. Just like paint, it comes in a spectrum of matte (no shine) to gloss, called radiant or glow, which is all shine. What you want depends on preference and how oily your skin is. For example, if you have really dry skin, a super mattifying foundation might make your skin *too* dry.

This section primarily focuses on liquid, cream, and stick foundations as I don’t and have never worn powder foundation.

Next, we need to talk shades because the whole point of foundation is that it matches your skin. To find a good match you need to know your undertone, which can be a little complicated. Generally, when makeup says it’s “cool toned” they mean pink, reds, and blues. If they say “warm toned” they mean yellows, golds and peaches. Neutral lands somewhere in the middle. It’s not an exact science but this page may help you.

Shade ranges typically go, from lightest to darkest, Fair -> Light -> Medium -> Tan -> Dark -> Deep

Some drugstore* options with good shade ranges are: Maybelline, Nyx, Colourpop, L’Oreal Paris, Covergirl and E.L.F

Some higher end options with good shade ranges are: Nars, Too Faced, Estee Lauder, Fenty, Lancome, and MAC

Tools for foundation

You can use a brush or a sponge (or both!) to apply foundation. I like to apply with a brush and blend with a damp sponge, but that’s just personal preference. :)

(Image: A picture of 5 different types of foundations brushes that are labeled, from left to right “flat/paddle brush.” “stippling/duo-fiber brush,” “flat-top kabuki brush,” “buffing brush,” and “round-top kabuki brush (good for powder foundation).” In between the buffing brush and round-top kabuki, there is a pink, tear drop shaped sponge.)

Drugstore: Morphe, E.L.F, NYX and Real Techniques

High end: Sigma Beauty, MAC, and Sephora Brand

I think I’ll do another post some other time about techniques with each but moving on!

Concealer

Think of concealer like heavy duty foundation. It is thicker and more full coverage than foundation and more for small areas than the full face. Just like foundation, it does vary in the amount of coverage. It can go above or under foundation. There are three ways to use concealer: Spot covering, color correcting, and highlighting and contouring.

Spot covering is what it sounds like, covering small spots that the foundation might not have covered. Typically done with the same color as the foundation.

Color correcting is taking a color and that isn’t your skin tone to “correct” some blemish or darkness. So brief rundown:

Peach: Dark spots on light to medium skin tones Orange: Dark spots on tan to dark skin tones Red: Dark spots on deep skin tones Green: Persistent redness from acne Yellow: Mild redness Pink: Dark circles and overall dullness on light skin tones Purple: Dark circles and overall dullness on dark skin tones (2)

Highlighting and Contouring** 

Popularized by Kim Kardashian. Highlighting is taking a color that is lighter than your skin tone and, well, using it to direct attention to certain parts of your face (or brighten up the under eye area). Common areas to highlight are under eye/above cheek bone/center forehead/chin/bridge of nose. Can also be used under an eyebrow to help shape it. Contouring is taking a color that is darker and cooler than your skin tone and using it to deepen/chisel your features or create the illusion of shadow. Common areas to contour are under the cheekbones, around perimeter of forehead, around the jawline, and the sides of the nose.

You can highlight and contour with foundation or powders, but it’s often done with concealer.

Drugstore: Maybelline, Colourpop, Milani, L’Oreal, NYX

High End: Nars, Too Faced, CoverFX, Makeup Forever

Can be applied with a sponge or a brush, like the few below. They tend to be smaller than foundation brushes because you use less concealer.

(Image: 5 small brushes shown vertically) (3)

Powders

There are two main types of powders, setting powder and finishing powder. 

Setting powder, which may be loose or pressed in a pan, prevents base makeup from moving and can prevent areas of the face from getting oily and breaking up makeup. Often done with translucent powder. Despite its name, MOST white translucent powders are not actually translucent on dark skin tones. It will appear as a grey cast, but you can get “translucent” powders in tan, beige, and yellow. It can be very hard to find good translucent powder.

Drugstore: Maybelline, Morphe

High End: Laura Mercier, Beauty Bakery, and Fenty Beauty

Finishing powder is what it sounds like. You put it on after all of your makeup is done to get it all nice and airbrushed looking. These are typically are loose powder and aren’t really used as much as setting powder. Sometimes finishing and setting powders are used interchangeably (4). At the end of the day it is just powder that goes on your face.

Drugstore: Colourpop, Maybelline, Morphe, NYX

High End: Sephora Brand, MAC, Ben Nye

Setting powder is typically applied with a sponge (damp or not) and pressed into the oiliest parts or parts you want to highlight, called baking.

Finishing powder is typically dusted over the face with a big fluffy brush like this one.

(Image: A black makeup brush with a round, fluffy, white tip that is widest at its top) (5)

Blush!

This, along with lipstick, is probably one of the most well known aspects of makeup. Blush can be powder, cream, or liquid and is used to bring a bit of flush back to the cheeks (or nose for some people). Can be matte or sparkly. Not all blushes work for all people and this largely depends on skin tones. A light pink blush will look grey on me for example. And yes, blush can work on dark skin, it just depends on the color blush.

Drugstore blushes: Colourpop, NYX, Maybelline, Milani, and Morphe

High end blushes: Nars, Makeup Forever, Lancome, MAC and Bobbi Brown

Cream or liquid blush can be applied with fingers or a sponge. Powder blush is applied with a powder brush, which is also the brush above!

Bronzer

Many people confuse bronzing and contouring. The purpose of contouring is to make your face look more chiseled (or snatched as the kids say). Bronzing is to make you look a little more sun kissed and tan. It’s typically a powder (I have never seen a cream or liquid bronzer but I’m sure it exists) and can be matte or sparkly. It’s applied in about the same place as a contouring might be, but softer and more diffused.

Drugstore bronzers: NYX, Colourpop, Maybelline

High end bronzers: Anastasia Beverly Hills, Nars, Bobbi Brown

Applied with a fluffy powder brush or angle brush or short stipple brush.

(Image, a black brush with a silver hilt and black bristles. The brush is flat on top and angled to the right) (6)

((Note: You can also do a powder contour with that type of brush!))

Highlighter

And here, the shiny champion. 

I don’t know how to describe it other than it’s put on certain spots to make light reflect there. It can be liquid, cream, or powder. Some people want a nice subtle glow. Some people want to look like they’re trying to flag down a plane. It might be put on the cheekbone, under the brow bone, on the tip of the nose or down the nose bridge.

Here is an example of it in use:

(Image, white woman with dark hair in makeup and wearing Stila Glitter and Glow Face Highlighter on her cheek bones, under the brown bone, on the bridge and tip of the nose, in the inner corner of the eye, and on the forehead) 

I find that silvery/white highlighter tends to look washed out on dark skin, but there’s no hard and fast rule on what colors to use. You can go from more traditional colors like gold and silver or you can wear purple or green or blue highlighter. It’s all up to you!

Drugstore highlighters: Physicians Formula, Maybelline, NYX, Colourpop, and ELF

High end highlighters: Anastasia Beverly Hills, Stila, CoverFX, Hourglass, and Laura Geller

If it’s a liquid or cream it might be applied with fingers or a sponge. If it’s a powder, it can be applied with a tapered brush or fan brush like so

(Image, two makeup brushes. One has a round tip that is wider in the middle and slimmer at the top. One has a tip that is shaped like a fan.) (7)

Setting spray

Last but not least! This is spray that helps melt your makeup into your skin/reduce the appearance of powder, and helps your makeup stay put. This is the last step for the face. All you do is just spray it all over your face.

Drugstore: Morphe, E.L.F., Colourpop

High end: Too Faced, Urban Decay, MAC

More parts to come! xx

*I know Colourpop and Morphe are not sold alongside drugstore products but the prices are comparable 

**I can do a post on Highlighting and Contour techniques if anyone wants

[singeramg]

CONGRATS ON 500!!! I'm going to request #7 “Good boy”, for MIKEY please. 😈

Title: Do You Want To Be Good?

Rating: NC-17 (Come on now, y'all know what this is)

Character: Mike (Hellraiser Series) x Y/n

Warnings: Sub! Mike, Domme! Reader, Oral (F/M), Masterbation, Groping, Orgasm Denial

A/n: This was fun and new for me! Thank you for giving and chance and even more thanks for the congrats! Hope this meets your expectations! I may write more for lil Mikey baby in the future.

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“Sexus”

The tiny sound of a buzz, keys you in that the door has been unlocked for you. Your stilettos click across the dark alleyway and up the equally dark steps and pass the doorway. It didn’t look like much out front and that was by design because this was one of the most exclusive places in the city. The club you were attending tonight catered to a very specific crowd and even if you knew about it, it didn’t guarantee you would be let in. Club Noir was strictly for those in the BDSM scene, and a place you frequented once a month. You really hadn’t planned on being here tonight but after a shitty day of high powered men in suits with sexist comments and misplaced hands you really needed to blow off some steam.You were a domme, preferring to expect what you needed rather than beg for someone else to give you pleasure. 

No subbing was not for you. However...wringing the pleasure out of someone else. That was the real fun.The inside of the club was set in dim lighting. Enough to see everything happening, but low enough that you could feel the ambiance and intensity. You pull off your knee length trench coat, handing it to the clerk behind the counter. He tries to make eyes with you but with shaggy blonde hair and deep set brown eyes he is not what you were looking for. However you do smile in his direction.

“Which band for tonight?”

“Black.” The club had a rule of wearing a colored band. It was non- negotiable to not wear one. Each band meant something different. Yellow was Sub, Purple was Switch, Blue was voyeur only, red sets were for couples, and Black was for Dom. There were others if you wanted to get more specific but you weren’t really in for that tonight You could wear more than one band but Black was all you needed. You let the doorman slide your band on your arm, and walk into the main floor of the club, making your way to the bar. 

You knew you had eyes on you, the black dress was skin tight, highlighting everything. The heels made your legs look long, paired with blood red lipstick, you knew you looked ready to eat someone alive. It was a busy night for the club but not so busy you couldn’t spot the regulars. A few you had played with before and a few that had wanted to play but wasn’t worth your time. You ordered a drink, something sweet and fruity in nature despite you being anything but on a night like tonight. One of the main reasons you liked this club was the fact that they never kept the music too loud despite the fact that the whole building belonged to them. It had various rooms and levels all dedicated to the kink of your choice. This was just the beginning of whatever fantasy could take hold of you the minute you walked through the door. 

The dance floor was nearby and you took to sitting on the nearby stool to watch people and how they interacted. It was always a fun part of your night to watch the interactions between people. You were very good at reading body language which was why your eyes were drawn to the other end of the bar that curved the wall. You lock target on a man tall but young. At least younger than you. You look him over from head to toe noting that he hadn’t made much effort on his clothes, a black leather jacket and jeans with a white shirt and clearly he was the type to make sure that every strand of his dark hair was in place. His side profile boasted a strong jawline, cherry lips, and distinctive chin. His height makes you want to pay attention, but you are looking for his band and see it’s dark like yours. 

A pity really, you had considered him for the night.

You let your eyes linger over what could have been for a second longer when the woman he was trying to charm, maybe even came with stands up and pushes him away clearly no longer interested in whatever game he was trying to play. As his lower back hits the edge of the bar he hisses but if you hadn’t been looking at his face you would have missed how he bites his lip and grins briefly in response. It wasn’t from pain but from pleasure. It was that, that made you look at the length of his body over longer than first glance. You note he isn’t carrying himself like a dom. He might have been pretending an air of confidence but in reality he was putting on a show. The fake dominants were always the most fun to break, because when they broke... oh baby they were the most eager to please and judging by babyface over there, watching his ego devolving into nothing would be the best part of your night.

You take another sip of your drink and watch as he lets his guard down for a moment, clearly feeling out of his element but won’t admit it. He folds in on himself and orders another drink. You wait for him to notice you, and once he does look in your direction you smoothly look away. You smirk briefly as he slides into the space next to your stool, leaning on it, pretending to be casual.

“Now what is a beautiful woman such as yourself sitting here all alone?” His voice was deeper than you imagined, but you liked it. You turn to him calmly, coming face to face with a megawatt smile, and a young face looks even younger up close.

“Who says I am alone?”

“The way you look in that dress you shouldn’t be, but I haven’t noticed anyone around you all night, I think it’s because you got the wrong color at the door.” You laugh, the sound hollow and you lean forward, making sure he could see down the front of the dress.

“Oh no I didn’t baby boy, I am very sure of what I asked for however I think you aren’t.”

“Oh no doll face I am a dom through and through. I usually don’t like them strong willed like this, but a little brat is fun to deal with.” You laugh again you can tell it feels like the spider catching the fly. The longer you were in his presence you knew he wasn’t a dom. He just didn’t have a clue he wasn’t.

“What’s your name baby?” You ask swirling your pointed nail around the rim of your half empty drink.

“Mike, but you can call me daddy if you want.” 

“Okay Mikey I have been watching you.” You cut he down from the jump, he needed to understand he was out matched here. 

“I know thats why...” He starts and you cut him off, quickly a stern face on delicate features on your face, always tricking men and women alike into thinking you were innocent until this face came out, and you watch with a brief smirk as he folds internally, wet paper would be stronger than his willpower against you at the moment..Just how you liked them…

“Did I say you could talk yet?” He stops talking almost instantly.

“Sit down Mike.” He goes along and you know you’ve got him hook, line and sinker. You get up from your stool, stepping into his space, legs making room for you. You run your hands up his torso, and then the biceps, pleased with the lean muscle you find there, ending your tour with the hand closest to the crowd on his face and the other back high on his thigh. You turn his face directly toward you, the movement quick and slight enough so that no one but him pays attention to you.

“Mike sweetheart. I watched you, and I promise that everything about you screams Sub. You can try all day to pretend that the leather coat makes you a bad ass dom, all ready to break a young sub, but everything about you called out to me. Even just now the way you swallowed deep, and your heart is racing from just the thoughts alone. I don’t even have to touch you to bet you are rock solid under those jeans.” You bite your lips and move both hands to the front of his belt loops, pulling him slightly, and he lets you get close to his face.

“Maybe you aren’t a full sub, but I can tell already you are one of the best the brat world has to offer... you might want to stop pretending to be a dom.” 

You say looking him directly in the eyes. His blue eyes are boring to yours and you barely want to look away, but you have to and you do just that as you move your lips to his ear. 

“Hmmm...the things I could show you if you only let me. It’s a shame you are insisting that you are a dom. Have a good one Mikey baby.” 

You kiss his cheek, your lipstick not leaving a trace as it was designed not to and you pull away. Downing the rest of the drink in your glass you head for the voyeur area. Saying your mental goodbye to the handsome young boy who you know you could have shown a thing or two. You are walking into the crowd to get to the elevators that will take you to that floor, when you feel someone behind you. You know it’s him. 

You let him yank you into the stairwell just next to the elevators. His large hands are wild, and they hold you close to his raging erection which judging by the feel of things did not seem small. You let him get grabby with you, his hand digging down the front of your dress to paw at whichever breast he could get his hands on, while he kisses at your neck. It was when his free hand started trying to pull your dress up that you pulled away and switch, grabbing at the lapels of his jacket, crushing his lips  on yours and pushing him against the wall. Since he hadn’t been expecting such a show of strength from a girl of your size he wasn’t expecting you to have him moved against the wall and you to begin palming at his cock through his jeans. You know he is giving in when he groans almost pathetically into your mouth. His lips are smooth, satisfying but not overpowering, definitely needing some tips but that came with time.You keep this up for a few minutes before pulling away.

“Come.” One word sentence has him following you to an empty room, secluded for sessions like these. He stands in awe of you and he tries to reach for you but you slap his hand away. 

“Aht Aht ah. None of that. You only get to touch me when I say you can. Is that clear young man?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Oh I like that. Now puppy.... strip for momma.” You say sitting a plush red chair, crossing your legs slowly. Mike wastes no time pulling at his clothes and you chuckle, you can tell he has never been more aroused in his life. With every piece of clothing revealed you are confident in your choice to bring him up here. A young hard body, leading downwards to a dark happy trail that leads to your soon found happiness.  He is big, thick and uncut and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties as you think about how that is going to feel inside of you. You bite your lip and smooth them over with a wet tongue just thinking about it. You have him lay down on the bed and make him watch as you pull off the dress and your clothes slowly. Clad in only your underwear, you crawl up the bed, locking his eyes on yours, you make him watch you slowly engulf him into your mouth, daring him to look away as you take him to the base. His groans are delicious and you pull off slowly.

“Hands behind your head. You touch me and you lose the use of your hands all night. Oh and you don’t cum until I tell you.” 

He does as you say and you begin sucking him as your mouth had been salivating to do since you had pressed against him at the bar. You grip him, jerking him and twisting, messy, running your tongue against the vein in his cock and then working your tongue like he was the only source of moisture. You were in the middle of a deepthroat move, his throat making a choked off sound when you feel his hands in your hair, daring to hold you as he thrusts his hips slowly. You pull back to where his tip is only in your mouth, his subsequent moan makes you laugh and pull off.

“What did I tell you about the hands Mikey.”  You say as you sit moving up so your thighs are cradling his hips, his erection poking your ass. He doesn’t respond so you slap at his face and grab him around the jaw.

“What. Did. I. Say. About. Your. Hands?”

“You said I wouldn’t be able to use them if I touched you.” 

“Exactly and did you listen?”

“No.”

“And now I’ve got to punish you, you will never get it.” You get up from the bed, heading over to the large wardrobe against the wall opposite the bed. You open both sides wide to scare the shit out your would be dom. The look on his face telling you he had no clue what half of the stuff was. You would take it easy on him tonight, he needed to be broken but too much pain play wouldn’t do it. Pulling down the handcuffs from the display and grabbing a vibrator from a drawer but you let him see it and go back over to the bed. Mike lets you handcuff him to the built in handles on the beds headboard. Once finished securing him you go back to the plush leather chair, leaving him with a confused look on your face. 

He watches you take off your panties and sit with your legs wide on the large chair. You slide your hands over your body, wishing you didn’t have to punish him by not using his hands, they slide up your torso to your breasts as you play with sensitive nipples. You hear his breathing pick up and one of your hands slide to your center and being the show of making yourself cum.

“Oh Mikey baby. See what happens when you are a bad boy, momma has to do this all by herself. She can’t make you feel good like she does.” 

You can hear him pulling at the cuffs but he won’t get out. You smirk and start with the toy he didn’t know you had. Moaning and groaning his name all while he was helpless on the bed.

 “Oh how I wish you could fuck me.”

“I can... please.. I can.” He says pulling at the cuffs again.

“I don’t know, only the best puppy gets rewarded. Do you want to earn a reward?” He nods his blue eyes big and pleading as you walk back over to the bed pulling at his hair, his dick twitches in response and dribbles a little pre-cum from the tip. You resist the urge to lick it away with your tongue, instead reaching down and swiping at it with your finger and being it to your lips.

“Mmm...” You moan and Mike’s head drops back helplessly. You can tell he has never been denied this long in his life.

 “I asked you, do you want to earn a reward?”You ask again making it clear he needed to speak.

“Yes. Please momma I’ll do anything, just let me fuck you please.” You can feel yourself drip as you get back into the bed, moving up his chest until you are hovering your cunt over his mouth.

“ Show momma how much you want to make her feel good. Earn your reward.” 

He wastes no time delving into you, you can’t hold back a whimper as he proves to you he was much better at kissing below the belt line, his tongue moving it ways that made you grip at the headboard and get jealous at whoever he had practiced on to learn how to eat pussy correctly, trying to forget as he takes a few moments to suck at your clit and then delve inside with his tongue. 

See you were the one in danger now because tongue game like his had the ability to make you want to keep him forever. 

You slide one hand off the headboard and into his dark hair and you ride on his tongue with his nose bumping against your clit. You grant him some mercy and reach back, stroking his reddened cock, while you think about how you can’t wait to ride that too. He moans into you, the vibrations making your legs shake. When Mike catches you off guard by flicking his tongue against your clit you cry out 

“Oh shit Mike, Fuck!” As you unravel on his face from his unexpected movements.You fall next to him on the large bed, chest heaving and you can hear the smirk in the little bastards voice when he asks you,

“Did I earn it yet?” 

You, still coming down from your orgasm can only say

“Good boy.”And once you gather yourself again, you know that was just the beginning of a very long night for you.

Oh .....Yes you just might have to keep Mike around...

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A/N: Once again I reiterate this was kinda new for me in terms of the woman being the dominate so those of you that more versed send me tips on what you want to see and read, maybe what needs improvement? I am open!

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Now that I have your attention, here are some ways that equestrians can actually respond to the racist nature of the sport and the United States. Reason I'm focusing on horse people specifically is because 1) the majority of people in my life who are staying silent on this issue are horse people and 2) there are suddenly so many brands saying that they're "listening" and "dedicated to making the industry more diverse". I'm glad Janet in marketing knows how to post a black square on Instagram. Next, let's try actually doing something. 1. Accept that your lack of action up until this point is appalling and damn near unforgivable. This post isn't meant to be a 10 step program in how not to be racist, but accountability needs to happen before anything else. I can count on my hands the number of times I've seen a non-White model in an equestrian catalog. It's four. That's how many times I've seen it. Brown skin did not just appear yesterday. Discussions about diversity and representation have been ongoing for years. Your refusal to divert from the status quo is an act of violence. 2. Collect sources that speak to these issues and how they relate to the sport. If you want to better understand what's happening, refer to the people it's happening to. I've spoken about my experiences on here before, but I cannot speak for everyone, especially those who come from different cultural backgrounds. The Young Black Equestrians podcast is a great place to start. I also love Black Reins, and they have exposed me to many new trainers and online resources. Use their interviews to gather information. You're probably going to hear things that make you uncomfortable. Humble yourself, and be empathetic. 3. Start a diversity and inclusion committee/task force/whatever to actually put that information to good use AND MAKE SURE THAT GROUP IS ACTUALLY DIVERSE. There needs to be a diverse, humble, creative, and receptive team that is dedicated fully to promoting diversity, inclusion, and equity in your company. Again, the conversations will get uncomfortable, but being uncomfortable is better than being murdered. 4. Establish and support programs that give funding to those who want to ride but do not have the financial means to do so. Anyone can be poor. There are poor people of every race. Those statements, however, do not discredit the fact that Native Americans, Black Americans, and Hispanic Americans face poverty at higher rates than other races in the United States. If an activity is only available to those with financial means, by default it is going to be very, very White. A great program to look into is the Compton Cowboys, and there are similar stables that specifically work with at risk youth. If you are a trainer with the ability to do so, look into starting a program like this. Scholarships and grants also need to be accessible to everyone, not just those who are already members of nationally recognized organizations. Don't lecture me about "hand outs." I actually care about poor people. 5. Stop equating racism with a lack of education, The South, Conservatives, and Western Riding. Doing this prevents you from holding yourself accountable for casual racism and micro aggression. Look at your own behavior. Look at your language. And then fix it. 6. Care about Black people, like, just half as much as y'all seem to care about horses. Stop sharing the post about the police horse that got hit with a brick. The horse was not the target. The horse is fine. The individual who hit the horse was arrested on sight, much faster than the cops who murdered George Floyd. And last I checked, George Zimmerman is a free man. You can also stop sharing false stories about the horse trailer that was surrounded in Tulsa. There were no horses in the trailer, despite a Facebook post stating that they were burned alive. No canisters were thrown into the trailer, despite another post saying the trailer was bombed. We live in the "fake news" era. Fact check hysterical stories before you share them rapidly.

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◇The Prince and The Punk◇

Paring: College AU!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: You and Ransom never seen eye to eye, during one class in high school you let him know how you really feel and from there it was pranks and bullying all on you. Until you finally went to college, forgetting all about Ransom until you happen to encounter him again, this time at his grandfather's, the famous novelist, Harlan Thrombey. With a research paper that needs to be done to make the grade, are you gonna put up with Ransom's shit?

Warnings: language, bullying.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: omgggg this is my first time actually formatting a story for Tumblr and I just hope y'all like it. There's gonna be smut but that's wayyy later and maybe in a mini chapter. Thanks for reading 💖

Chapter 1. The Writing Writer

~Flashback~

You drummed your finger along the desk, pissed off and annoyed as you watch Ransom Drysdale, yes, him. The richest kid in school and the biggest piece of shit you've ever laid your eyes on. He was actually an alright guy, for the most part, but you you see beyond his pretty blonde hair, blue eyes and fake smile. He was made to look like an angel, one of those sculptures you see in Italy. He was flirting with your friend as all three of you sat at a table in science class, he has a girlfriend but almost every girl he flirted with, including you, but you harshly turned that off. 

"Aw come on Lexi, you're so smart, just help me out?" He blinked his ocean blue eyes at her, she giggled and smiled, about to slide her paper over to him until you grabbed her hand.

"Lexi, don't you think Ransom should have been paying attention to the lesson rather than making goo goo eyes at you?" You asked, gritting your teeth.

"Aw Y/n, I can help him out, it's no big deal." She smiled, you loved her, you really did but even she was falling into the spell of Ransom.

"Yeah Y/n. She doesn't mind, but yet," he looked over at you, it sparked more a hatred in you, "yet you, seem to really mind me? What is it? You like me don't you? Want me all to yourself?" 

You sighed, giving him a deadpan expression, "I rather eat razors and then shit them out, you're shitty and annoying and a fake." His smile dropped, Lexi covered her mouth, either in shock or to stifle a laugh. "You act like you're such a king here, having everyone bend to your whim but who are you really? You're a trust fund playboy and I really hope you don't breed, we already have enough shitheads like you in the world."

Everyone in the room was looking at you, clearly you weren't aware of your tone, even the teacher looked shocked.

But Ransom, deep down he should have hated you, but instead, he laughed. He laughed so loud and hard that his was was beet red and tears came down. 

"Wow," he chuckled, catching his breath, "fuck you." 

From then senior year was filled with Ransom knocking books out of your hand, spilling various liquids on you, thankfully it was tea, water or coffee, he even went as far as cling wrapping your car before homecoming started. You paid him no mind though, you were really good at that, ignoring him and going on about your day, your mom always said that children act out when they want attention and that was one thing you would never give him.  He noticed just how much you really didn't care for him, it made him angry, he spent almost every day finding something to inconvenience you and you just brushed him off like dust. 

He cornered you in a back room in the photo lab one day after school, you were cleaning up and helping out when the Jock pushed you in a closet, closing the door behind him. 

"Oh great. My favorite person." You rolled your eyes, "get out of my way, I have stuff to do."

"You're not going anywhere," He growled, he smelled of sweat and dirt, he must have came from training. "You and I need to talk."

You sighed, shifting in the tight space that Ransom took up, "well I'm listening, but hurry up you stink." 

"You're really good at ignoring me, just wondering how and why?"

"You mean how haven't I giving in to your antics? Because you're a child, you act like one and I don't pay attention to boys that act like children," You heard him punch the wall next to you, "just let it go Hugh, sometimes you can't get all the girls to suck you off." 

You smirked and ducked under his arm, opening the closet door to see Ransom's two friends, Sam and James sitting on the desk across from the closet. They made eye contact with and quickly looked away, it was clear that they were uncomfortable with the situation. You packed your bag and left, leaving Ransom in the closet to deal with the fact that you just called him by his first name. 

"You alright in there man? What'd she do, spit on ya?" James called from the desk.

Sam got up and dragged him out, "come on, don't let some chick ruin the rest of your senior year, after this, we got college girls to look at."

"You're right," Ransom laughed, "I can't fucking wait." 

~Present~

After high school, you never saw Ransom, he was basically out of sight, out of mind. College was rolling around and you picked your major of psychology, you were lucky that the town had a college and it was easy to get into. You spent your first few months taking the classes required and studying, your teacher reminded you that the final paper was due months from now, to write a report on a literary author of the time. They assigned everyone an author, when your name came up, you got the author, Harlan Thrombey. The last name rung a bell in your head, but you couldn't tell why. Leaving class you notice many people were in the college colors. Right, football season. You saw some sororities gathered in the parking lot cheering, you didn't want to be part of any of them. You were almost to your car when you remembered why the last name Thrombey sounded so familiar. 

Ransom Drysdale was on the back of a pickup cheering and laughing with other guys in their football jerseys, he soon forgot about you after high school. But through his dark, gold rim glasses, he saw you, the same as ever, he was really shocked to see that you even stayed in town, you were really smart, not that he would admit it. Stepping off the back of the pick up, he made his way towards you, you were walking at a fast pace, trying to get to your car before he could catch up and torment you. Ransom saw you get in your little grey Volkswagen and slam the door, locking it behind you. The engine stalled a few times before it finally came to life. Ransom was just getting to your car when you quickly pulled out, almost hitting him. You paid no attention to the speed until you reached the first green light off campus. Taking a deep breath, you looked in your rear view and chuckled, it was childish, but you were glad to get away.

Thankfully it was Friday and you wouldn't see him until Monday, throwing your bag on the floor, you sat at your desk fuming. If all places, why does Ransom Drysdale have to be in the same college as you? You opened your laptop and began looking up Harlan Thrombey, he thankfully had an email, writing out who you were, the nature of your email and a few other things, you clicked the 'send' button and waited. 

Later that evening while you were reading, your phone pinged, showing you that there was an email from Harlan. He wrote back that he would be glad to have you over to study his work for your research paper and asked if you could come over Saturday. Doing a small dance of happiness in your room, you replied that you'll be there at noon. 

The next morning you wore something that would look rather business casual, most of your clothing was on the darker side so it was easier to match items and stopped in town at the local donut shop before heading to Harlan's. Pulling up you saw a white BMW, the kind that was vintage, it probably ran better than your car double checking your bag once more for your notebook, tablet and charger, you locked your car and walked up to the brick manor. The place was absolutely gorgeous as you took a moment to wonder what the inside would look like. Suddenly two blurs came running up to you barking and sniffing, one was a black lab and the other a German shepherd. They both sat down and looked at the box of donuts you were carrying. 

"Sorry, I didn't get anything for you," you frowned, slowly backing towards the steps, "maybe next time." 

You rung the doorbell and waited, the dogs followed you and waited by you patiently with their tails wagging. A young woman opened the door, she looked about your age with dark brown hair and bright eyes, "you must be y/n," she smiled, the dogs rushing in almost knocking her over, "Harlan told me you were coming, I'm his nurse, Marta." She lead you into the house which wasn't bare in any area, there were decorations on covering the walls, either with paintings, books, it some strange artifacts. You followed her to the library where you saw Harlan, all grey hair but eyes were full of life. 

"Ah, you must be Y/n," he said, turning his attention away from a man that sat in a chair, facing away from you, "I was just talking to my grandson about you, how he should be doing his homework but instead, he's talking of football and girls." 

"It's nice to meet you mr. Thrombey," you smiled, walking over to him, "I brought donuts." 

The man in the chair stood up, "I know that voice," he turned around, same damn smirk on his face like it was permanent, "ah, of course it's you, my favorite person."

God damned Ransom Drysdale.

You looked like a deer in head lights, "what the hell are you doing here?" You asked, taking a step back.

"Visiting my grandpa?" He said, "bring those donuts over here, I'm starving." 

You thought it was a sick joke, but you can see it, the tiny resemblance between Ransom and Harlan. But here you are, trapped in a house with you high school bully. He made his way over to you and opened the box, he was still the same, no respect for personal space. 

"I saw you yesterday, but you left," he took one of the chocolate covered ones, "me and you got a lot of catching up to do." 

[creativityandcrying]

The SSSS: Chapter 4: Monsters,Mice and Media oh my

"Y'all have money for the L right? The Secret Note is a whiles away." Cj asks, looking up from google maps.

"Yessiree! I'll cover for Octo ,since I'm very sure she forgot her wallet." Winston says, glancing over at Octavia, who's patting her pockets and bra anxiously. Looking up at Winston, she gives him a sheepish smile.

"Winniee?" She draws out the nickname, smiling knowingly when Winston rolls his eyes.

"Called it. And I gotchu Wolfie, don't sweat it." He sighs. CJ laughs and pats his shoulder gratefully before getting out their wallet.

"Thanks dude." They say, gently starting to herd everyone into the line. Everyone starts to swipe there cards without much trouble. Other then Winston's card not working correctly, causing Tessa to snicker when Winston silently gets annoyed. Octavia goes through the turnstile then squints at the LED sign near the benches, reading what it says while Tessa goes through the turnstile.Eyes widening Octavia turns back to Cj, who was helping Winston swipe his card.

"Blue line's about to leave!" Octavia says, getting the others attention.

"Shit! Come on!" CJ grabs Winston's card out of his hands and tries swiping it, after a few stressful moments.....

....the card finally works. Winston shoves through the turnstile, grabbing CJ's hand, while Octavia does the same to Tessa, the two immortals speeding through the other people while basically dragging their friends along. Tumbling inside an empty carriage the four friends catch their breath as the doors close after one last warning.

"The fastest way to get to Jay Blvd is to get off at Logan," CJ says, checking the map before sitting down. They lay their legs across four seat, stretching their limbs.

"We have about 15 to 20 minutes till we get there so we have a bit of time to chill the fuck out." CJ checks the map once more before putting their phone away and leaning against an armrest, closing their eyes. Winston plops down and starts watching YouTube, the Irish swearing quietly coming from his phone. Octavia grins before looking around the train car.

"There's always cool stuff people forget on trains to snatch." She mumbles, rubbing her hands together like a cliche Disney villain. Eyes searching the car, they spot something. Skipping over to a row of seats, Octavia reaches under it, her hand grasping something. Pulling out a discarded baseball bat, she glances at the closed eyed CJ, a mischievous smile growing on her face.

"CJ!!" Octavia shouts, "Catch!" She abruptly throws the bat at her friend. CJ's eyes pop open, catching the bat instinctively. Octavia starts laughing at CJ's surprised expression, eyes wide and mouth open. Tessa chuckles at her goblin ways before deciding to lay her head on Winstons lap, feet propped up on a handlebar.

"Get some of that energy out, you look like you're going to bounce off the walls." Winston says with a laugh, taking note of Octavia's sudden fidgeting hands and pacing. She bares a fanged grin before pulling herself up on the higher bars and perching herself on the metal. Gripping the bars Octavia swings herself upside down, years of gymnastics coming into play. A simple hum makes its way out of Octavia, the tune catchy and upbeat.

"Oh that's so coooool~So coooool~My computer can't handle the rendering!! " She then starts to sing, ignoring CJs groans when Winston & Tessa starts to sing along.

"There's nothing I like more than space! So let's blow something up here!" He shout-sings with Tessa, pausing his video to dance in his seat. The three singers look pointedly at CJ, eyes asking the silent question.

"If there was a program for volunteers to go into space ~With like a hundred percent chance of dying from death by space" CJ smiles and starts to sing along.

"~I would be first in line~If they needed brave volunteers~Or stupid volunteers~I would be there so fast!!! " The cart is full of laughter and singing, CJ queuing up more songs through their Bluetooth speaker.

The train conductors voice suddenly buzzes over the intercom, destroying the vibe.

"Please, zzz-zz calm- zzzhzh creature-" The train cart goes silent, the four only now hearing the screams a few carts away.

"You threw off my groove!" Octavia whispers to her self, restraining a smile.

"We're at the brown stop,or at least some the train is. So we need to go '' CJ ignores Octavia and snaps at everyone, grabbing their new bat. They shove Tessa and Winston into the next car, hurrying them. Winston unsheathed his sword from his backpack as he ran from train car to train car, arriving at the train-station first. Octavia is close behind, sliding to a stop next to Winston. Tessa steps behind Winston and Octavia, while CJ steps beside them all, their music still playing.

People are screaming and clamoring, running over each other to get away from the destruction. Winston surveys the platform before pointing his sword at Tessa, getting her attention instantly.

"T! Get People Out of here! Do not get hurt! Keep everyone away from us!" He shouts over the ruckus, before glancing at the other two.

"Octo, CJ! Let's see if we can shut this down quickly." CJ nods seriously and grips their bat. Octavia nods as well, eyes flitting around. A giant rodent creature slashes at the ground, letting loud squeaks and biting benches and pillars with its sharp teeth. Winston adjusts his stance, readying his sword.

Suddenly rushing forward, he takes the large mouse-like monster by surprise. Its furry face gets sliced by a swing of his sword. While its squealing in pain, CJ slides closer and bashes its head, the bat getting spider web like cracks when it makes contact. Gripping it even tighter, CJ ignores the damage done.

"O!" Winston screams, diving in to attack again but not seeing his green haired friend. Tessa immediately tenses at the worried tone but continues to herd people up to the streets, shoving  phones away from the fight.

"I'll get paid so much for this vid!" A teen boy yells, a brace filled grin shining at Tessa.

"You wont get any money if you're dead! Go!" Tessa yells back, pushing the boys phone down and ushers him away.

"Leave! Someone might get killed in this fight and I sure as hell don't want it to be y'all!" She shouts again. The civilians suddenly scatter, running up the stairs. Tess doesn't notice the large wiry tail about to come down near her.

"O!" Winston screams again when he spots the blonde about to be hit with heavy rubble. He smiles in relief when he sees Octavia.

A huge wolf, hulking and covered in bright green fur with eye-catching swirls of neon blue, pink and orange. Purple eyes glowing in anger and white fangs bared, a low growl rumbling from her chest. Razor sharp claws scratch on the tiles loudly as she comes bounding towards her girlfriend, using her large body to shield Tessa from the heavy rubble that rains down. Octavia snarls and growls at the rodent monster before launching onto its tail biting down, drawing blood.

"Hell yea!" CJ lets out an excited whoop, sidestepping to avoid the rubble. Tessa climbs on a mountain of rubble and uses her height to continue to force people to evacuate.

Octavia pounces onto the monsters side, digging her claws into the fur while bright fangs bite into its flesh. The monster trying to shake Octavia off, without much luck.

Winston runs up close, taking advantage of the distraction. He jumps from a bench to its face, raising his sword and stabbing its eye. CJ ignores the painful shrieks and hits the other eye with their bat, the wood splintering and breaking. It squeals in pain before rising onto its hind legs, banging its head on the concrete ceiling, making more stone to rain down. Falling back down to all fours the shrieks get indescribably louder before rushing to soft whimper until its silence.

Octavia unlatches from the rodent and with bared teeth she lets out a furious snarl, fur raised and hind legs positioned to pounce.

"Octavia." Tessa had cleared everyone away from the chaos and was approaching her tensed girlfriend.

"Come on O. '' CJ says calmly, keeping a good distance away from the tensed wolf. Tessa gets close to the ready to attack canine, rubbing behind her ears and leaning her face against Octavia's soft neck.

"It's alright now babe, you can come back." Tessa whispers into her fur, pulling away and placing a hand on Octavia's snout, the neon blue fur soft under her palm. Octavia let out a huff before backing away. She starts to shift back, the fur melting into skin and claws softening into fingernails. Finally its a teenager girl on the ground instead of an animal.

"You good Wolfie?" Winston asks teasingly, wiping his sword off casually before putting it away.

"Frick off playboy." Octavia spits back harshly,the insult softened by her grin. Tessa helps her girlfriend off the ground, hugging her close before slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Wanna just catch the bus? I don't think the L will be running anytime soon." Winston says casually, looking at the disaster around them. CJ barks out a loud belly laugh before patting Winston on his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll pay for the bus." they say, slinging their arms over the girls' shoulders and leading them out into the streets.

[karaxreds]

Angel ( Part One) - Trent Alexander-Arnold

You smiled at the boy on the corner of the crowded livong room as you make your way toward your friend, a giant smile appearing on her face as soon as she notices you.

"You made it!" She smiles widely, pulling you into a bone crushing hug that you gladly returned.

"I promised I would try." You told her, "And I did." You added, once you two pulled away.

"Hello there, Angel." You heard a voice behind, which made your smile grew wider.

"Marcus!" You said excitedly, jumping into your best friends arms.

Marcus has been your best friends ever since you were fourteen, have been neighbours since forever but only started getting along when you two grew a little bit older, in fact you hated him as a kid because he always made fun of you whenever you wore your piggy tails.

Luciana on the other hand, you two met through Marcus, but you two were going ro the same university in Manchester which made you two grew much more closer, sometimes you even gamged up on Marcus whenever you felt like messing with him.

"Glad you could make it." He repeated his girlfriend's words as he pulled away from you, putting an arm around your shoulder and the other around his girl.

"Here comes my favourite girl!" Another voice spoke, approaching the three of you.

"Hello birthday boy." You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Jesse."

"Thank you, Angel." He replied, wrapping his arms around you.

"Do y'all have to call me Angel?" You said, rolling your eyes playfully.

Angel wasn't you real name, it was a nickname they chose for you a few years ago. According to them, you were too sweet and innocent for them "the sweetest person they ever met" they said.

"It's been years babe, you should be used to it by now." Jesse smirked, his arm sneaked around your waist.

"I am, don't worry." You smiled.

You have to admit that you liked that nickname, all your friends now call you Angel, even some members of your family do.

Jesse's arm tightened around your waist when he noticed some boy looking at you a few feet away from you.

"Jess." You said in a warning tone.

Jesse always felt like he had to protect you from other boys, you didn't have an older brother so he felt like he had to step up and pkay that role for you. You loved him for that for sure, but sometimes he would get a bit too carried away.

"Our Angel deserves the best, and he ain't no best." The birthday boy shrugged.

"First of all, that sentence made no sense." You narrowed your eyes, gently removing his arm from your waist. "Second of all, that's your friend too and third of all when are you getting yourself a girl?"

"Are you already tired of me Angel?" He raised an eyebrow, but smirked amyways.

"When am I ever not?"

"Okay, that's rude!" He whined, like a five years old.

"Enough,you two." Marcus said, putting an arm between the two of us. "Get away from her, she's my best friend." He added, pulling you to his side.

"And I am your too, Beans." He looked up at Marcus faking a pout. "We can share her."

"She's not an object to share." Luciana rolled her eyes, pulling you away from the two. "Idiots." She mumbled, as the two continued their childish argument.

"We love a supportive girlfriend." You joked, sending her a wink.

"I know you do." She chuckled lightly,"wanna dance?"

"Let me just grab a drink, Yeah? I need to get rid of all this stress." You told her, Poiting at the small mini bar a few feet away and she just nodded, telling you that she'll be waiting for you.

You walked through the crowd, making sure not to step on anyone and that no one would step on your toes.

You were wearing a simple outfit, not too glittery or anything. Just a small white crop top with straps and a fluffy black skirt stopping a few inches above your knees and your favourite black ankle straps stilletos.

You catch a few guys checking you out on tour way to the bar but you just ignored it, it was no secret that you did attire a lot of male attention but you weren't looking for anyone at the moment.

You had a hard timw moving on from your last break up, which was over five months ago, but you just wanted to focus on uni at the moment and maybe once you're ready you'll start seeing new people again.

"Hey, Angel." Jamel, Jesse's other best friend greeted you with a giant smile that you immediately returned.

"Hey, Jam." You greeted, "Fancy seeing you here." You said, your voice laced with sarcasm.

"Haha very funny. " He said, rolling hia eyea but a small smile appearing on his face anyway. "Vodka?"

"Nope, I'll just take a beer for now." You said, extending your hand waiting for him to give you your bottle.

You two chatted for a few more minuted until you saw your blonde friend walking toward you with a frown, a hand on her hip.

"I thought you said you're going to dance with me?" She said, sounding like a five years old.

"Sorry, blame it all on him." You shrugged, nodding toward Jamel who was sitting next to you against the bar.

"Well sorry Jam, but I am stealing her for now." She smiled at the boy and grabbed your hand, yanking you toward the dance floor.

"You know that he has a thing for you ,right?" She asked, raising up an eyebrow.

"Jamal?" You frowned, "Of course not, we're just friends."

"He thinks he has a chance with you, babe." The blonde giggled, "I think the only thing stopping him is Jesse."

"I don't see him like that anyway." You grimaced, Jamal was one of Jesse's best friends and you never ever looked at him like that. And you're definetly not looking at him any other way, any time soon.

"Let's just dance,yeah." You told your friend, rushing into the dance floor.

The two of you danced along to the beat of the music, smiling and laughing out loud as you two sang your heart out the lyrics.

A few minutes later you were both joined by Marcus and Jesse, the taller boy stealing his girlfriend away from you while the shorter one danced with you, his hands on your hips.

"Looking good tonight, babe." He smiled, eying you up and down.

And fir the first time ever since you've known him, you felt uncomfortable at the way his was looking at you.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" You chuckled.

"Had a few drinks but I am not there yet." He shook his head, he pulled away from you. He must've felt that you was kinda uncomfortable, but you two continued to dance together anyway.

Half an hour later, you felt like your legs couldn't hold you anymore while the boy next to you was now eying some brunette behind you and you rolled your eyes telling him to go and make a move.

You walked again through the more crowded area now, trying to make it into the bar and grab a drink and maybe found some place to sit.

You were so tired that you didn't see that person coming and you felt your head crash into a hard chest.

You pushed yourself back, shaking your head trying to regain your balance but the person was quick to hold you before you collide into the ground.

"Careful, Love." A thick scouse accent said.

You look up at the person and you felt like the world has stopped moving around you.

You scanned every little detail about him, his curly brown hair, the straight slope of his nose, his perfectly traced jawline showing off his perfectly structured cheekbones.

It took you only a few minutes to recognise the boy, never met him in person before but there was no way you never heard of him.

Trent Alexander-Arnold.

You felt your cheeks heat up when you noticed the smirk on his lips, your face was now crimson red, embarrassed by the fact that you were totally checking him out but you couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his beauty.

"It's okay love, I've been looking at you the same way all night." He whispered into your ear, your heart racing in the process. "I think it's only fair that you look at me the same way."

New mini story haha, hope you'll like it! Posting part two tomorrow as always. Love ya xoxo

[moonstruckbucky]

Prowl [2] | b. hargrove

SUMMARY: Billy doesn’t believe in werewolves.

PAIRING: Werewolf!Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Language, graphic depictions of violence, blood, pain, smut, you’ve been warned

RATING: 18+

NOTES: Wow guys, thanks so much for all the feedback on the last chapter! I’m glad y'all are enjoying this! This chapter is 3.2k words long so grab a cup of tea, cuddle up and enjoy! Honestly this could have gone longer, but I figured you guys would appreciate a part four over a longer chapter ;) As always, feedback is appreciated! Reblogs and comments and replies mostly!

CHAPTER 1 / CHAPTER 2 / CHAPTER 3

chapter two.

The next morning, you woke with a crick in your neck from sleeping in the arm chair. Billy wasn’t on the couch, but you could hear someone digging around in the fridge in the kitchen. Rubbing your eyes, you stood up uneasily, knees wobbling from being cramped on the chair all night.

“Billy?” you asked around a yawn. Your boyfriend was bent at the waist, his entire top half buried in the fridge. “What the hell?”

“Do you have any hamburger?” he asked, shoving aside juice, eggs, and yogurt. He yanked open the vegetable crispers, the sandwich meat drawer, before slamming all of them closed. “I need to go get hamburger.”

“Billy, what the actual fuck? It’s 9 in the morning! Why do you need hamburger?” You were pretty sure your brain was spinning in effort to keep up with him. He barely looked at you as he closed the fridge and headed to the door. You grabbed his arm to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s slow down here, okay? I need to get dressed, and I need to check that wound before we do anything, okay? Then we can go get a real breakfast that isn’t hamburger.”

“Fine,” he grumbled and then he proceeded to pace around the kitchen.

“Can I trust you to stay put?” you asked with an arched eyebrow. The look he gave you was withering, but you were used to his foul moods. His body warmed with the effort of glaring, something he’d never noticed before but didn’t put much thought into now.

You backed away from him, keeping your eyes on him to make sure he didn’t bolt for the door. When he appeased you by dropping heavily into a kitchen chair, you turned and headed down the hall to your bedroom, changing quickly and swiping a brush through your hair.

Billy sat quietly but in annoyance, his knee bouncing as his ravenous hunger put him in an even worse mood. He couldn’t remember being so hungry. And everything was louder—the clock on the wall ticked a loud beat that echoed inside his head, bouncing off his skull like a pinball machine; the faucet was drip drip dripping and he thought he might go crazy; the fridge was humming, a low sound that, to anyone else, would have been barely noticeable, but to Billy, it was as loud as the music he played in his car.

His fingers curled into his jeans, leg jittering more rapidly as his aggravation mounted. He could hear you humming to yourself in your bedroom down the hall, and it stalled his souring mood for a second as he smiled fondly. But then he heard your cat in the living room scratching at his post and he growled deeply in his throat. In the back of his mind, there was a flicker of confusion over his suddenly-acquired sharp hearing, but the annoyance over the offending noises outweighed it.

Billy’s head fell into his hands, fingers tangling in his curly mullet as he willed the sounds to just go away. Then his ears pick up the sounds of your footsteps, your socks soft on the carpet, and there you were again. Eyebrows furrowed, you stepped over to him, kneeling before him.

Any other time, Billy would’ve had an innuendo to go along with the action, but his head felt like it would explode, both from the overload of sounds and from his anger climbing higher.

“Billy?” you asked worriedly, pulling one of his hands out of his hair. “Billy, what is it?”

“Everything,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “I can hear everything. I’m about to rip that fucking faucet out of the sink.”

Confusion muddled your mind as you laid a hand on his collar, bloodied from his wound. The gauze was stained red, but the blood was dry. You peeled off the tape, lifted the gauze off the wound, and felt the color drain from your face.

Billy picked up on the change immediately. You smelled different. Your face was stark white as your eyes, wide and fearful and tremendously confused, stared at his shoulder.

“What? What is it?” he asked, tilting his face to see, but it was futile.

“It’s…. It’s gone,” you mumbled. Billy stood up from the chair, nearly knocking you back on your ass as he did so, and hurried to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

Sure enough, the wound was gone, the skin healed over as if it had never been there to begin with. But his skin and his clothes were still stained deep red, the only evidence that it had, in fact, existed.

“What the fuck?” he whispered, terror eking into his voice despite his better judgement.

“Billy, what the hell is going on? Unless you have some badass immune system, that- you—” You huffed a breath, trying to rein in the panic that was quickly flooding your system.

“I know,” he said, turning to you and grasping your face between his hands. His blue eyes met yours, and in them you could see his panic as well. You took a steadying breath, hands rising to hold onto his as they held your face. “What the hell is happening?”

“I’m not sure, Billy, but we’re going to find out.” Your voice was soft, comforting, because the panic in his eyes was growing. You’d have to be the reasonable one in this situation. “Come on. Let’s go get something to eat and then we’re going to the library.”

Normally Billy would fight you tooth and nail against going to the library, so when he just nodded compliantly and followed you, you knew he was desperate. You drove to the little breakfast diner in town, knuckles white on the steering wheel. You and Billy chose a booth away from the door and away from the few other patrons.

“Okay,” you sighed, reaching into your purse for a pen and sliding a napkin across the table, “let’s make a list of what’s going on, okay? So, first one: rapid healing.”

You wrote it down as the waitress appeared with two mugs, pouring bitter, burnt coffee into both. You fixed yours with hefty amounts of cream and sugar, ignoring Billy’s wince before he prattled off a massive breakfast order to the waitress.

Slightly wide-eyed, she scribbled everything down, repeating the order of sausage, two pancakes, hash browns, toast, three scrambled eggs, and extra bacon, extra crispy. Once she was gone, you wrote down ravenous hunger on the napkin and then, more as an afterthought, improved hearing, as you thought back to his comment in your kitchen.

When the food arrived, Billy drained his coffee in one swallow and tore into his breakfast like a man starved. Your food sat mostly untouched as Billy inhaled his bacon, alternating between chewing and gulping heavily from a tall glass of orange juice. A few of the patrons at the bar sent him and you dirty glances; you hoped your returning expression was apologetic.

“You gonna eat that?” Billy asked around a mouthful of bacon. He then reached over and stabbed your sausage patty and tore off a huge chunk.

“Slow down, Billy,” you hissed, eyes bouncing to the people at the bar. “You’re drawing attention.”

“I can’t help it. I’m so hungry,” he whined, swallowing the bite and draining his orange juice. His plate was completely cleared of food, and he was staring at yours with a pleading expression. With a roll of your eyes, you pushed your half-eaten plate across the table to him, and it was empty in minutes.

“My, we were hungry,” the waitress commented as she appeared to collect your plates. She shot a wary glance over at Billy, whose hands were fidgeting on top of the table. No doubt he was tempted to ask for more food, but you spoke before he could open his mouth.

“Everything was delicious. Can we get the check please?” You smiled sweetly at her, apologizing with your eyes for Billy’s behavior.

She dropped the receipt on the table and you snatched it, glanced at the total, handed her some bills and told her to keep the change. Then you all but dragged Billy out of the diner, glaring half-heartedly at him. His eyes were sweeping up and down the street and then he suddenly winced as a car alarm blared. Your glare softened to a look of sympathy, and you laced your arm through his to lead him to the library.

“I’ll buy you a burger later, okay? Let’s just figure out what the hell is going on with you.”

The library was nearly dead, fortunately. The librarian, a middle-aged recently divorced woman, peered over her glasses at you and Billy, her lips tilting downward. No doubt she knew who he was and did not approve of his being in her library. You smiled tightly at her before leading Billy to the back, sitting him down in a chair while you scoured the shelves. Your first stop was the medical section. Billy frowned at the pile of books in your arms as you hobbled back to the table. He stood and took half the pile from you, and the two of you settled in.

It was two hours later when you slammed your book closed, groaning in frustration. None of the medical textbooks yielded anything of import. None of the symptoms Billy was experiencing matched up with any of the illnesses in the books, and you were close to giving up. Billy was faring no better. His frustration and rage was mounting rapidly, his teeth and fists clenched tightly, even though there wasn’t really a specific reason for his rage.

Until he realized that his mood was feeding off of yours.

He looked across the table at you to see your head in your hands, fingers tugging at the roots of your hair. Forcing himself to calm down, he reached across the table and pulled your hands away from your hair, thumbs stroking gently over your skin. Immediately he felt a change, a slight calmness, as your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I’m at a dead end,” you muttered, voice thick with frustrated tears. Yours eyes met his for just a quick moment before darting away, and Billy frowned. “Are you sure we can’t go to the hospital?”

Billy sighed and gave you a look that had your shoulders dropping further. “Fine. Let me go back to the books then.”

You pulled out the napkin, reading and rereading Billy’s symptoms as you walked up and down the aisles. Somehow in your wanderings, too far deeply into your thoughts, you’d ended up in the Horror fiction section. Your eyes skimmed the titles, not really seeing them, until the cover of one caught your eye and you froze. Spinning on your heel, you went back to Billy, who was leaning his head backwards, staring at the ceiling.

“What did you say it was that bit you?” you asked hurriedly. Billy’s head flopped forward and he shrugged.

“Not sure. It was big, and it looked and sounded like a dog. Why?” He sat up straighter as you whirled on your heel and went back to the Horror section. “Y/N!”

Picking up the novel that had sparked a possibly stupid idea, you cradled it gently as you moved onto the Mythology section, focusing primarily on cryptids. Eyes flitting over the spines, dancing across titles, until your eyes found one that might contain the answer to the question bouncing around in your head. You yanked it off the shelf, along with a few others you found further down the shelf.

Billy jumped when you dropped them onto the desk and slid the first book off the pile. His eyebrows pinched together as he read the title.

“The Book of Werewolves?” he read. “Are you serious?”

“God, I hope not….” you muttered, tucking into the first book.

“You really believe in werewolves.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, with an inflection of disbelief. Your eyes snapped to his.

“You believe in secret government agencies messing around with other dimensions?” you shot back, sufficiently shutting him up.

It was no longer a town secret, what happened at Hawkins Lab in 1984. After the death of Bob Newby, the lab was forced to come clean about both his death and about a girl named Barbara Holland’s. You’d gone to school with Barbara, though you’d belonged to different friend groups, but you and Barbara talked here and there in the classes you shared.

Somehow the notion of werewolves seemed more believable than other worldly dimensions and monsters with petaled visages.

Billy’s knee jittered under the table as the two of you skimmed the pages. Finally, after the fourth hour of sitting in the library with fuck all to go off of, you yelped in happiness.

“Found it! Look at this.” You turned the book around and pointed to a paragraph. “Subjects stated they experienced sudden rage or mood swings, insatiable hunger, improved hearing, and brute strength. Later they claimed they also experienced excruciating headaches and aching pains similar to those of arthritis. Rapid healing was also observed from subjects who had injured themselves or received injury. Billy, this is everything you’ve been experiencing!”

“Yeah,” he began skeptically, “except for the small fact that werewolves don’t exist!”

“They could!” you responded indignantly. “I mean, what else could have bitten you in the woods?”

“A coyote?” He held his hands out in a helpless gesture, and you could only cock an eyebrow.

“A seven-foot coyote?”

Billy groaned and dropped his head backwards. “I know it sounds stupid but….fuck, how can I just all of a sudden believe I was bitten by a werewolf?!”

“Keep your voice down,” you hissed, glancing around the nearly empty library. Billy rolled his eyes as you looked at him again. “Werewolves might not make sense to you, but I for one am not ready to say they don’t exist. Now, I’m going to check these out because if it turns out that werewolves do exist, that means that you are eventually going to turn into one.”

Billy watched the color drain out of your face as he felt himself go faint, as if that realization suddenly came to both of you all at once. Not once did you think that those bitten by werewolves would become them until you said the words aloud, and now that they were out there, you felt a sudden, all-consuming fear for Billy. He was going to become a werewolf.

Billy’s eyes flitted over your face as you calmed yourself down. No sense worrying until there was something to worry over. This could all just be a coincidence right? A horrible, freaky coincidence.

You invited Billy over after the library, holding true to your promise of a burger in exchange for his patience. Billy ended up ordering the biggest burger Benny’s offered, piled high with cheese, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and onion rings. With a side of fries. You got it to go, but Billy tore into the french fries in the car, chewing noisily and grunting every so often. You looked fleetingly at him worriedly, wondering if that insatiable hunger for anything would graduate to a hunger for meat.

You sat at the kitchen table as Billy dumped your food out onto the tablecloth, not even bothering with dinnerware before tearing into his gargantuan burger. Grease dribbled down his chin as he chewed, taking breaks only to sip from the soda he’d gotten. You, on the other hand, handled your burger much less animalistically, one of the werewolf books open beside you. Careful not to get grease on the pages, you dipped a fry in ketchup and chewed slowly, taking in every word about werewolves.

Halfway through your burger, you sat up straight, pushing the burger away and pulling the book closer to your body.

“Billy! Look at this!” He grunted around a mouthful of food and you grimaced at the grease trails on his chin. “Okay, you’re not a total animal yet so please, clean yourself up.”

The look he gave you was highly unimpressed but he swiped a napkin across his face anyways. Tossing the soiled paper down, he scooted his chair closer to you and found the passage you pointed to.

“A werewolf will cease to change when the werewolf that bit him is killed either by silver bullet or by wolfsbane poisoning.”

“Okay….so there’s a cure, but how do we even figure out who bit me? Can’t werewolves go out in sunlight?” Billy asked.

At some point between the library and your kitchen table, Billy had decided to say fuck it and go along with the werewolf theory. It was the only plausible thing to explain the constant pains his stomach was putting him through. Not to mention your faucet was still dripping and he was pretty sure there was a mouse in the cabinet.

“They can…. Wait, did you ever see Silver Bullet? It came out last year,” you said. Billy shook his head, causing you to sigh and drop your shoulders. “Uncultured swine. Anyway, in the movie, Marty meets the werewolf face to face and he sets off a firework that takes out the thing’s eye. Then the next day, his sister goes around to houses under the guise of collecting cans for a drive and she basically rules out anyone who doesn’t have an eye patch. Long story short, they end up discovering its their priest who’s the werewolf and they kill him.”

“Okay, so we should lure this thing out, injure it in some way that’ll be obvious, and they once we know who it is, either shoot him or poison him…. Yeah, yeah that’ll be a piece of cake,” Billy muttered, burrowing his head into his hands. He groaned loudly. “Can you fix the goddamn faucet? It’s driving me insane!”

You tried to ignore the snapping tone of his voice, knowing and understanding that it was a symptom of the bite, but it didn’t stop the slight pang in your heart. You scraped the chair back and walked to the sink, twisting both knobs until they were tight and the dripping stopped. You took a deep breath, dropped your head between your shoulders, and let the gravity of the situation pull you in.

After the events of 1984, you thought the supernatural mumbo jumbo was over and done with. You hadn’t been directly involved, but you knew the ones who were—Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers…. Not to mention Nancy’s and Jonathan’s younger siblings and their friends. Senior year was rough for them, and they were excused often from class to go see the guidance counselor. More than once you caught Nancy or Steve staring with glazed-over eyes out the window, while Jonathan suffered from panic attacks.

Now you were directly involved with the fact that Billy may or may not be a werewolf. You didn’t look up as Billy’s chair scraped backwards on the linoleum floor, but you relaxed into him as he stepped up behind you and wrapped an arm around your chest, the other hand settling on your hip.

“I’m sorry I snapped,” he muttered, kissing your temple with a sigh. “I can’t really control my mood anymore.”

“It’s okay,” you responded quietly. You leaned your forehead into his cheek, your fingers dancing across the skin of his forearm. “We’re going to figure this out okay? We’re going to fix you.”

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The more you know. (Part 2 of Fear is an illusion *Badboy!Klaus AU*)

Yes, guys, it's finally here! After centuries, I've arrived with the sequel since I was missing badboy!Klaus 😂

Genre: a romcom tbh

SUPER fucking long tbh. I think.

(Second Person Point of View)

"Okay, listen; I'm not saying you aren't capable of marrying Jungkook; I'm just saying it's rather unlikely for you to have a face to face conversation in the first place!" Guy argues, almost walking sideways to look at Amelia. It was a habit of his when arguing; regardless of what he's doing, he needs to face whoever he's arguing with. So, the fact that you were all walking on a sidewalk of a busy street didn't really prevent him from turning his upper body towards her.

"Well, If I were to carry out the ellaborate plan that I've already come up with in my head, I have a good chance of getting at least 2 minutes with him, and scientifically, guys take what? Like 9 seconds to fall in love?" Amelia insists. 

By now, it was perfectly normal for these two to argue about the weirdest things, and you just learned to enjoy it and laugh.

You intervene, possibly keeping the disagreement going, "I don't think that's accurate information, Amelia.."

"Yeah, putting 'scientifically' before it doesn't just make it science, Amelia!" Guy further teases her.

"Why are y'all ganging up on me?!" She huffs, placing her fists on her hips.

You laugh, "We aren-" but before you can finish your sentence, a shop worker cuts you off. You expected it to be one of those 'hey can I have 5 minutes of your time? Cool! How about you donate to save the single-toed-red-nosed-pink-haired wobbly penguins of the saudi deserts; it'll only be 7 thousand dollars a day!' People that you can never escape; Is this the end? Is he gonna talk you to death? Will you be another victim of the never ending advertising violence?? Maybe! But today's not the day; good for you!

"Would you like to try our new unicorn cupcakes? We're handing out a free cupcake for every drink you buy!" You turn towards the man. He stood on one of the few steps that led to the entrance of the shop, displaying a bright smile, as he held a sign with their offer written on it along with the picture of the cupcake.

Regardless of his undeniable beauty, his attractiveness wasn't why you stared too much. It was something else. You'd seen that guy before; you were sure of it! But where?

Before you could pinpoint where you'd seen the man before, your friends cheered in agreement. The blond man chuckles, motioning with his right hand towards the glass doors, "Follow me, then!"

While your friends observed the store in awe, your attention seemed to be focused elsewhere..

The man seemed to draw you in by some strange force; it was like you'd known him before. Perhaps it was just the warm aura surrounding him, or maybe you were exaggerating and you just found him attractive, cuz to be fair, he was. Unable to solve the mystery, you carry on staring at his back till he reaches the counter. His broad shoulders were impossible to miss, and even though his muscular, built body would fit on a Calvin Klein ad, here he was, dressed in a pastel pink button up shirt, paired with light blue jeans and a brown apron. He even had a little, brown handkerchief scarf tied around his neck plus a brown beret, for some fucking reason. You chuckle to yourself as you look at the back of his head, blonde hair peeking from underneath the accessory.

Wait.

"I've waited for it to snow since forever!" You let out a groan of pleasure, staring at the snow flakes as they gently float to the ground, forming a beautiful white cover to coat the streets.

"Would you mind keeping those noises for the bedroom?" Guy fakes a disgusted look.

You playfully slap his arm, but before you could respond, Amelia yells for you to watch out, causing you to jump away from the street in panic. Due to the slippery nature of the snow, your butt collides with the ground, just in time for a guy on a motorcycle to zoom past you.

"Yo, watch where you're going!" You shout, more to show your annoyance than to gain a reaction from the stranger.

The man turns to look at you with a smile, "Sorry, sweetheart, didn't see you there." He yells back.

That smile. That fucking smile and that pretty hair. It's him, isn't it?!   

"Man, you're doing great today! You've brought in like half our customers since morning!" Another male, wearing the same uniform (excluding the questionable beret), pats the blond on the back. "You deserve some type of reward for it!"

The brown-haired male stands behind the counter. "So, you're ordering the offer or?" He props his glasses on the bridge of his nose before pressing some buttons on the screen in front of him. Instead of replying, you could only glare at the blond. Your pants were barely even dry! 

"Yes!" Regardless, Amelia cheers, "I'll have a caramel frappuccino; Guy?" She turns to her left.

"Hmm. I think I'll have that too." He nods with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" Amelia turns to you.

"Oh, um.." Left hand under your chin, you direct your attention away from the jerk and observe the menu in silence, feeling pressured to pick something quickly, considering everyone was waiting for you. "Just hot chocolate, please." You smile at the cashier. 

Everyone's attention was then turned back to the cashier as he recites your orders; however you could still feel a pair of eyes on you. "You left him, huh?" The owner of the lingering gaze muses, leaving you puzzled. 

"Huh?" You turn to face him, unintentionally letting your hand float awkwardly in the air. Taking the position of your hand to his advantage, the man grabs your hand, his fingers taking hold of your ring finger in particular. "What are you-" alarmed and annoyed, you attempt to pull your hand away, but his statement momentarily stole any energy left in you. 

"Your ring. It's gone. You called off the engagement." You almost thought he was unamused, but he lifts his head to stare into your eyes, smirking in the process. "You listened to me." 

"W-what?" That's when you were able to pull your hand out of his grasp, but it merely flew up to your mouth. "..Klaus?" You whispered. The familiar name rolled off your tongue, leaving an aftertaste of nostalgia. 

"Awwhh! You remember me after all! I'm flattered!" He mockingly exaggerates flattery and places his hand on his chest. 

"Who's Klaus?" Guy wonders aloud, earning a response from Amelia. 

"He's (Y/N)'s knight in shining armour." She clasps her fingers together in front of her chest. Leaning closer to Guy, She then proceeds to add her own recollection of the story, as if her previous answer wasn't humiliating enough. "They had a steamy night together in a pool." She smirks. 

"It was just a kiss!" Face burning with embarrassment, you attempt to silence your too-talkative-for-her-own-good friend. 

"I would say it was rather steamy though." Klaus winks. 

"Shut up!" You sputter nonsense, trying to change the subject, "p-plus, what even is this?! Weren't you like a bad boy or a punk or whatever last time I saw you?? Now you're..selling unicorn cupcakes?!" 

"Hey, what's wrong with unicorn cupcakes?!" The male behind the cashier protests. 

"Yeah, at least he's not selling drugs, y'know?" Guy shrugs. 

"What? Bad boys can't earn a living nowadays?" Klaus acts indignant, and for a moment all you could hear is your friends and the staff acting as dramatic as yourself on your particularly difficult period days. 

"W-well..ugh! Just nevermind!" Then another accusation came to mind, "wait! Earlier! It was you on the motorcycle, wasn't it?! I fell over because of you! My jeans are still wet because of you!" 

"That's what she said." Guy mumbles to Amelia, who snickers, leading you to add this to the list of reasons you don't know why you're friends with these two. 

Unlike Guy who tried to keep the joke between the two of them, Amelia ensures you hear hers. "He got you wet twice so far!" They both almost fall over laughing. Do you kill yourself yet? 

Klaus laughs, "You have funny friends." 

"Lucky me." Sarcasm dripping from your words, you sigh. 

"Your drinks." The brown-haired worker pushes your drinks towards you. "And your cupcakes!" He hands each of you a cupcake, adorned with white, pastel pink, and pastel purple icing. On top of the cupcake stood a proud golden cone, representing a unicorn's horn. The glittery wrapping of the cupcakes and the tiny 'pearls' scattered on top added to how cute the dessert look. It was literally too adorable to be eaten. 

"Well, we have some catching up to do, so get your stuff, and we'll go." Klaus takes off his apron and walks past a door that held a Staff Only sign. 

"What? What are you talking about?!" Raise your voice as much as you please, the only response you're getting is dirty looks from other customers. 

"Come on; you wanted to run into him again, didn't you?" Amelia nudges you. "Well, he's right here in front of you; you won't just let him go, will you? You may not get this chance ever again." 

"Amelia, we know where he works; what are you-" She presses her index finger to Guy's lips, cutting off his reasonable assertion. 

"So? Are you gonna take the interesting, fun, Ameliazing option? Or are you gonna be as boring as your friend here?" She glances at Guy at the end of her last question.

"I wasn't really giving her a choice anyway." A voice from behind distracts you and your friends from Amelia's nonsense. 

"Your drink." Klaus, who now looked more similar to the Klaus in your memory, hands you the hot paper cup you hadn't picked up yet. "Let's go." He tilts his head towards the entrance. 

"I'm sorry, what? Where are you going? Your shift hasn't ended yet!" The beret-less worker rushes to stop Klaus. 

"You just said I deserve a reward, didn't you?" Klaus pats the guy (who only now did you notice wore a badge that said manager) on the shoulder before walking towards the entrance of the café. 

"Klaus! Klaus!" No matter how many times he called out, the blond wouldn't budge. "Dammit; he just never listens." He sighs, ruffling his hair in defeat. 

"So? Go after him!" Amelia pushes you forward. She throws her hand over Guy's shoulder, "Guy and I will hang out for a bit; you go have fun with your saviour!" 

"He only gave her advice; I wouldn't clasify him as a 'saviour', like-" Guy's logic was once again cut off by Amelia's louder nonsense; she nudges him and proceeds to kick you outside into the cold arms of the snowy weather. 

"Took you long enough." Your 'saviour' mumbles, swinging his leg over his motorcycle and waving for you to do the same. 

××× 

"You spilled half my drink, and I think I squeezed the flour out of my poor cupcake.." you look down at the tilted horn and what’s left of the pearls. Even the icing was downgraded from a professional's work to a child's free time in the kitchen. 

Klaus sighs, "I work there; I'll make you another." 

"Good. And I ain't payin' for it, just so you know." 

 Klaus face palms, his leather, fingerless gloves in full view, "That drink costs like three dollars but sure. Now can we move on with our date?" 

"When did I ever agree to this being a date?" You cross your arm and look away with pride. 

"I can always just take off with this baby and leave you here." He pats the motorcycle and shrugs, giving you a challenging smirk. 

"Asshole." You mumble. 

He sighs. "Can we just go?" 

After a short pause, Klaus raises an eyebrow" Why are you still holding onto those?" You look down at the deformed paper cup in your hand and the mess that used to be the most beautiful cupcake you'd ever seen. A moment of silence for that brave fallen soldier. 

Or maybe not. Klaus had already snatched the items and placed them on the ground, next to the brick wall that seemed to go on forever. Did he take you to China or something? 

"Let's go; my friend is waiting." You wondered what that meant, and where he was taking you, but with Klaus, you quickly learned not to question him, for his brain was wired differently. He'd decided the best way to cheer a stranger up was to sneak them into a pool. It couldn't be any stranger than that, could it? 

"A barn? Why are you taking me here?" Flashbacks to horror stories you'd read about people getting murdered in such places popped into your head, and even though it was just Klaus, you started thinking of how you don't actually know Klaus. He could literally be a drug dealer, and you wouldn't know. He could be the murderer that kills people in barns! And! Again! You! Wouldn't! Know! Yippiiee.. 

"My friend is waiting inside. Now be quiet; we don't want to alarm anyone that we're here, cuz again, this isn't my property." Klaus pulls you by the arm and stealthily begins walking towards the building, slightly crouching while keeping you both in the shadows. You wonder if you should be crouching too, but it looked rather comical, so you quickly decide against it and walk awkwardly behind him - back prefectly straight - instead. 

His answer left you with more questions than you previously had had. You felt like a child that was just told there were more candy in the big white van... 

Why did you think this was okay? To follow some stranger into an empty area at night like this? It was ridiculously stupid, but here you are. 

When you reached the doors to the barn, he facepalmed. "I forgot about this; I don't have anything on me to use...do you have a bobby pin?"

"Uh, I think so.." You fish through your pockets; you had a habit of forgetting stuff in there, so there was really no telling what you might find. 

"There." You hand him a slightly chapped bobby pin. 

He bends it in some odd shape before turning to stick it into the keyhole of the lock hanging from a chain around the door handles. 

"Not to be that person, but what are you doing?" You bend to peek at his hands as they tinker with the lock. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You couldn't see his face, but you were pretty sure he just rolled his eyes. 

"What? You just walk around sneaking into places in your free time?! How are you not in jail?! You said we were meeting a friend!" His head snaps towards you, eyes glaring daggers at you. 

"Do you want to go to jail? Because you couldn't be any louder than you are right now. I'm not in jail because I'm good at it, unlike some people. And we are meeting a friend; this is my dad's stable if it makes you feel any better. We're not stealing anything. We’re just borrowing it." He shrugs and gets back to work, lock clicking open a moment later. 

"But I don't understand. If it's your dad's, why are we sneaking around?" Klaus pushes the doors open, revealing rows and rows of hourses on each side of you. Why anyone would need that much horses you couldn't understand. 

"I don't talk to him anymore, but that doesn't mean I won't be visiting my friends here. Specifically this one." He pauses next to a black horse with a white patch on its forehead, and said horse immediately nuzzles closer to him, rubbing its head to the side of a very pleased Klaus's face. 

"Why don't you?" The realization of how little you know about Klaus shifted from scaring you to slapping you right across the face with guilt. Last time, you were so upset with the engagement, you didn't even think of asking about what Klaus is like or what his family is like or anything. 

 "He's angry I didn't pursue medicine like he did. He doesn't approve of my studies, so I left." He appeared visibly uncomfortable by the topic, so you tried to shift it a little. 

"What did you pursue?" Even though the stable was dimly lit, nothing could hide the pink tint on his cheeks. 

"Culinary studies." 

 "Oh, that's pretty cool! When are you cooking me something?" You tease, but genuine excitement was clear in your grin and voice. 

"Never. Now, shut up and pick a horse! I'll be taking Thunder here, and since it's your first time, I'd suggest you take-" He bites back whatever he was going to say and resorts to pointing at a beautiful brown horse opposite to Thunder. "That one." 

"What? Don't tell me you named it that one. Also, what makes you think it's my first time?" You puff your chest out, a hand on your hip. 

"It's not?" 

You slump, "It is." 

Klaus shakes his head in disbelief, "Just let me strap down the saddles, and then we can go." 

"You haven't told me its name! I can't just walk around calling it that one. Why do you get a horse named Thunder, and I get a horse named that one?!" You complain for absolutely no reason other than to get on his nerves because it was always funny to see the chill bad boy lose his cool. 

"He has a name, okay? And I'm giving you that one, because it's a gelding, so it's rather gentle and easy to control; Thunder is a mare, so she's pretty aggressive for a beginner. Plus, she tends to not listen to strangers...or to most people to be fair.." He begins strapping down the saddles, stirrups, reins, and a lot of other stuff you don't know the names of. 

You wondered if it was a good idea to tease him while he was placing the things that would keep you on top of the horse and not fall to your death. Oh well.  "What's his name then?" He mumbles something in response, but you couldn't hear a single letter of it. "What?”

"Sparkle! His name is Sparkle! I was 13, okay?!" You could tell he was seconds away from zipping that leather jacket up to his forehead if he could. And for that reason, of course, you burst into laughter. It was the most unexpected thing you could've heard from him yet also the sweetest; sure, the guy works at a place that sells unicorn cupcakes; you probably shouldn't have been that surprised by how soft this is, but still, you couldn't help but want to pinch his cheeks or something. You prefer not to die though, so you keep the thought to yourself. 

"That's so cute! I'll take Sparkle; I love him already!" You giggle. 

"Just shut up." He mutters, cheeks still red (You prefer to think it was because he was blushing and not because of the cold weather). 

"Come on; it's adorable! Turns out you're not as harsh as you want to appear to be." You wiggle your eyebrows at the male that was physically very capable of bashing your brains in with no weapons whatsoever but one that was also too nice to hurt anyone. Well, he does trespass on people's properties, but let's pretend that's not a crime. 

"Remind me why I'm on a date with you?" He hands you the rein strapped to Sparkle. You only giggle in response, following him outside, carefully pulling the horse along. 

"Well, that doesn't feel very sneaky." You mumble. You were both just dragging two grown-ass horses in the middle of an empty landscape coated with layers of snow that gave away the positions of your relatively dark horses and yourselves extra easily. "Plus, is it even safe to ride horses in that snow?" 

"Yeah, they're able to walk on that type of snow just fine." He replies, still dragging Thunder to God knows where. You follow him, asking no questions. 

The only conversations made were between you and Sparkle; it felt kinda one-sided, but you were sure Sparkle was warming up to you. 

Finally, Klaus paused, causing you to excitedly stand next to him, so you could see your destination. Your eyes glint in awe; it was an abandoned beach with several cliffs staring down at the frozen body of water and the white cover surrounding it. 

"It's Thunder and I's favourite place." Klaus beams. "I don't have to tell you, right? No running onto the frozen water; we don't know how stable it is. Plus, horses don't do well on ice." He warns, and it slightly worries you that he speaks as if he'd seen it happen before. You don't ask. 

"Sure." 

"Now, let me give you some instructions." He begins showing you the basics of how to control the horse and assures you the horse won't slip and kill you both. "Easy enough?" 

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can do that." You nod, tingles of anticipation wrapping your whole body. Klaus easily gets on top of Thunder, leaving you to stare at Sparkle, whose stirrup was about chest height to you. That made getting on top of it seem like a bit of a challenge. 

"Um..how do I..?" He'd explained how to do it, but all of that seemed useless as you wondered how you even place your left leg on the stirrup in the first place. 

"Oh, sorry, I forgot I need to hold him for you, since you haven't tried this before." He dismounts and holds the rein for you, looking at you as if he just solved world hunger. He hadn't even solved your how-to-get-on-top-of-a-horse-twice-your-size problem.

He seemed to realize you were still incapable of doing anything after the mini staring contest you had with him. He sighs, shoulders slumping. "Do you always have trouble climbing stuff?" 

"I'll have you know I climb stuff all the time, but excuse me for not having a rich dad that owns an entire stable of horses or for not climbing walls to sneak into pools. I'm pretty sure most people can agree with me!" You huff and place your fists on each side of your hips. 

"Of course." He shakes his head and approaches you. "I'll lift you up by the waist then you do the steps I told you...as well as you can while you're standing on air, I guess...I'll help; just go ahead." He stands behind you and squats down a bit, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you off the floor. The amount of strength this guy has. Does cooking count as a sport?? Cuz damn.

You place your left foot on the stirrup and swing your right leg over the horse while Klaus helps push and steady you on top. 

"You're welcome!" Klaus yells mockingly before walking back to the black horse that stood out beautifully in its pale surroundings. 

At first, you were extremely tense, trying your best not to fuck up and piss off Sparkle in any way. The horse was gentle enough; you didn't wanna change that. Soon enough, though, you were racing against Klaus, icy wind violently blowing your hair back. The cold air striking your face and entire body felt freeing in some way; you wanted to live in that moment forever, giggling as you try to catch up with the guy that had way more training than you ever did. 

You felt unstoppable- unbreakable. Maybe you were high off speed or weather, but whichever it was, you didn't care; you just wanted to enjoy this sensation to the fullest. 

"Do you wanna stop here for a bit?" Klaus yells, not bothering to slow down (probably fearing you'd take lead for one second before he beats you again). 

"Sure!" You yell back. 

As Klaus gets off, you decide to try and dismount without his help. It didn't seem like a good idea, but you did it anyway. It was going well at first, but then you realized how far the ground really is, causing you to stumble back a bit after violently hitting the ground with your foot, which wouldn't have been a problem if your right foot wasn't still stuck in the stirrup. 

Of course you had to fall onto your back in the most humiliating way possible. "Great. Twice in the same day." You huff, glaring at the sky, not really bothering to get up. 

Klaus clutches his stomach as he doubles over, laughing. It would've been a wonderful view if it weren't for the fact that he was laughing at you. 

You sit up to stare at him, "Come on; it's not that funny!" 

He merely pauses to take a breather and utter out "Whatever you say." Then, immediately, he's back to hysterical laughter. 

Without thinking too much, you find yourself charging at the tall blond, tackling him to the ground. "Now that is funny." You smirk. 

His face mirrors yours- a smirk tugging at his lips. "Now that is hot." He whispers, gently pushing his lips against yours. 

He props himself up on his elbow, keeping his right hand free to get lost in your hair. You place your knees on each side of his torso, hands cupping his face as you take lead of the kiss. 

Klaus sits up, careful not to push you off by accident (now that would be such a mood killer), now placing his left hand on your hip and pulling you closer to him. Both of you snuggle closer to feel as much of each other's warmth as you could. 

"I almost forgot how good that felt." You breathe out with a chuckle after you both break the kiss. Your foreheads were still only centimeters apart, allowing you to admire the details of Klaus's face up close. The way his eyes glint, the thick eyelashes you definitely weren't jealous of, the way his lips pull into a smile when he notices you staring- he was beautiful in so many different ways. 

"Maybe we should do it more often. That way, you can never forget." You wanted to kiss that smug-ass expression right off his gorgeous face. 

"Shut up." You slap his arm playfully and get up. The cold air hitting you hard, now that your mind wasn't focused on kissing an attractive blond. 

"You're cold." Klaus states. 

"I'm oka-" before you could finish, he placed his leather jacket on your shoulders, leaving him with only a long-sleeved shirt. 

"What are you doing?! Do you want to die of hypothermia?! Why aren't you dressed in layers of clothes?! I'm wearing literally my entire closet; why aren't you?!" You place the jacket back on an amused-looking Klaus. "We need to get you somewhere warm; let's go." 

Klaus chuckles but doesn't object. 

"Well, um, a little help here first." You sheepishly turn back to Klaus when you remember your little issue with riding the horse. "Not a word, Klaus!" You warn, knowing he was trying his best not to burst into laughter. 

"I didn't say anything." He raises his hands in defence- a grin still splattered right across his face

The ride back was a lot slower; maybe because neither one of you wanted your time together to end. Both horses walk side by side, allowing you and Klaus to have a normal conversation without yelling.

"Is it okay if I ask you something personal?" Your eyes search his features for any sign of discomfort.

"Sure." He replies with ease.

"Why haven't you tried to fix your relationship with your dad. I mean you can't possibly stop talking to him for something so trivial; he's family."

Klaus sighs, not out of annoyance but more like he hasn't thought of this in a long time. After a few moments of silence, excluding the sound of hooves repeatedly sinking through the crust of snow, his small, vulnerable voice broke the silence, "I'm scared."

He laughs lightly, mockery and insecurity instead of happiness evident in the action. "Ironically." He adds. "I advise you not to be scared, but here I am." 

"Everyone's scared of something. It's what makes us human, isn't it?" You turn your head to give him a smile- a slightly tense one, though, since you weren't used to directing your attention to anything but the horse while riding.

"I guess so."

"But you have to talk to him. Just like you encouraged me to do what I was scared of, I encourage you to do what you're scared of. What's the worst that could happen anyway? He gets mad? You already don't talk. You have nothing to lose."

He stays quiet, only giving a simple nod. It makes you wonder if you should've kept quiet about it after all. Did you make him uncomfortable?

"You're probably right." His sudden reply - though quiet enough - startles you, almost knocking you off the horse.

"This time we should stay in contact then you can tell me how it went." You half joke, still not believing that last time you two idiots actually kissed and enjoyed each other's companies but forgot to mention any method of communication. But here you are, together again.

"Of course." He laughs.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

xxx

Your phone buzzes, signalling a text.

SparKLAUS: guess where I am?

You: not trespassing I hope

SparKLAUS: ha ha very funny

SparKLAUS sent a photo.

You smile in awe at the selfie of himself and three other blonds that looked a lot like him; it would be creepy if you didn't know they were his father and siblings. They were all gathered around a fireplace, dressed in layers of clothing to keep themselves warm- Klaus, being the only one dressed in black. However, upon closer inspection, you could see white and blue peeking from beneath Klaus's leather jacket: a sweater. For once, Klaus was dressed appropriately and not trying to freeze to death.

SparKLAUS: you're late Miss Always On Time

SparKLAUS: we might just eat the cake without you

You: noooo I'm omw!!

SparKLAUS: never heard that one before

You: shut up goldstein 

You grab your purse and rush out the door, eager to meet up with Klaus and his family. Of course, eager to taste his baking for the first time as well.

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Auston Matthews | Something Like Romeo And Juliet

Fun fact: I had written this for English class before I decided I'd post it but not before editing.

Auston’s P.O.V

I stare from afar, with warm ups just starting, there was barely anyone in the stands but from the people already seated only one or two were wearing Maple Leaf jerseys the rest were Red Wings fans. From across my teams zone, where I am currently stretching on the ice, through the glass I spot a beautiful girl. She is wearing a red wings jersey but I don’t care to much about that, captured by her natural beauty as it appears she isn't wearing any make up, her bright blue eyes , golden brown hair flowing down her shoulders in waves, stopping just a couple inches from the top of the red wings logo. After 2 minutes of stretching, staring also, I decide to take a lap around when I notice the rest of my teammates start to pour out onto the ice with 10 minute left in warm ups before the game. Skating around my teams net with a puck on my stick, practicing my dangles and dekes, I lift my eyes to look at her but quickly look away when we catch eyes for a few seconds. I look down at the puck blushing because she was smiling, ‘I hope no one saw that’ I think to myself but when i look back up to see where I am going, I am quickly corrected because I hear someone comment on it.

“Yo, Matts?! What’s got you all red?” I hear Mitch question me.

“Nothing!” I say quickly, passing him the puck, looking down when others, who ever heard what Mitch just said, turn to look at me to see if I really was blushing.

“He’s all red because he was taking a good long look at Dylan Larkin’s cousin, Y/N” comes another voice to the conversation, William, says. I stare at him wide eyed. “I was right behind you the whole time” he explains

“Shit” I mumble “AWWW, Auston has a crush! Auston has a crush!” chants Mitch as he picks up a puck and skates towards the net to shoot it then come back to us to say ”Good luck getting through Dylan if you want to date her cuz” He pauses to laugh to himself a little ”Y'all have this little fight/argument thing going on for how long as this has this been going on for? Years? I think it’s time it’d stop” He stats “Alright! I don't think he will let me so yeah let’s stop talking about it and get back to warm ups!!” I say skating away from the two to set the example. I take a look at the clock and notice only 2 minutes left and curse to myself quietly ”I wasted all my precious warm up time talking to those idiots” I mumble to myself.

Y/N's P.O.V

I have never seen anyone as handsome as him before. From where I am sitting, I see he has a strong stature, well built, very tall. Matthews #34 plays for Toronto, that’s all I know, oh and his beautiful brown eyes that shine in the light, he looks good in a white jersey, I have seen him in pictures wearing a blue jersey when playing at home in Toronto. Dylan, my cousin, has told me a lot about him, how he used to play with him for team USA. Along with telling me he is one of the best and how much he hates him for being one of the best. Maybe I can ask to meet him?

Auston’s P.O.V

The game went by like a blur. No one scored until the second period though in the first some good battles were fought. Red wings scored first in the game but James opens the score for us two minutes after. Then Mitch scores to gain the lead in the game. I scored myself, but in the third period after the Red Wings tied the score. We win the game with a score of 3-2.

Upon arriving to the locker room after hugging congratulating my team for the game, I spot Coach and Red wings head coach, Jeff Bashill, speaking together in the hall, as if they were old buds and not enemies.

By time Coach came to the locker room, I was already changed and showered, my gear packed into its bag making its way to the hallway to a trolley by a equipment staff to be put in the bus but because it’s not here yet it has to wait like I am doing at the moment, I was stuck in my thoughts before Coach got all of our attention so he could talk to us.

“Ok ! Can I have everyone's attention please?!! Sit down it won’t take long. Alright the bus should be here soon so sit tight. First off I want to thank James for putting us on the board, Mitchy for tying it up and Matts for scoring the game winner. Lets not forget Andersen for blocking all shots and to who ever else did so too” he paused so we could clap for our hard played game. "We have the opportunity to attend a party organized by the red wings, some of you know this already but if you don't I used to coach the wings which is why we got invited so clean up nice, we leave tomorrow to go home with a couple days off. Ok! See you on the boys on the bus”. With that everyone resumed to what they were doing before Coach started talking. Still waiting for the bus, I pull out my phone to answer some texts I got before or during the game. “Hey Matts!” I hear Mitch yell to me over the music in the locker room. “Yeah?” I answer him looking up from my phone to see him smirking at me ”With Y/N being Dylan’s cousin she will be there, maybe you could make a move, don't you think?” he pretended to think with his pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin. I blush thinking about an answer “Now that I think about it Larkin never mention a cousin before when we talked , like normal people. I told him almost everything about myself but he has said almost nothing about himself. We almost always made team USA together” I mutter the last part to myself,” bus is here!!” someone yells in the locker room “Finally” almost everyone cheers, excited for the party.

From the rink to wherever the party is taking place it took at least 20 minutes. The bus was quiet, barely anyone saying a word to each other until we got to the party . Everyone was talking now because it was not a house we pulled up to it was a freaking mansion! Once the bus stopped everyone tumbled out of the bus in order to get to the party quicker.

My feet had just barely landed on the ground when I was tackled slightly from the back by an excited Mitch. William not far from him when he pushed passed me to get to the front. “let’s go party!” came from some of the older guys “yeah let’s go” I cheered with some others, smiling I begin walking towards the entrance with the team.

Entering the mansion,  I look around. Amazed with all the details on the ceiling and everything around, everything looked expensive . With my eyes still wandering, they catch sight of Y/N who was stood at the top of the beautifully designed staircase. She was wearing a cream coloured dress with lace, not much showing but just enough, she kept her hair the same as before. Our eyes meet and we share a smile. She begins to descend the stairs while I walk towards her our eyes still connected until a hand on my shoulder turns me around harshly toward them, “Matthews! You don't look at talk to or even think about my cousin! She doesn't need someone like you in her life, only good people deserve her kindness. Go find some other girl to mess with not my cousin! You hear me?! Do you hear me?!!!!” Dylan yells in my face, I take a look at Juliet , the person Dylan is yelling at me about and notice she looks worried but I just smile in away to tell her it’s ok “yes I hear you but I wasn’t planning on breaking her heart or hurting her or even messing around with her like you think i would do with her. I was thinking more of treating her like a queen than what you are thinking. I don't know man but i never thought love at first sight existed until i took a look at her. I’d give her anything she ever wanted in the whole wide world. I’d give up hockey if she wanted me to” Dylan thought over my words, luckily no one really paid attention to what happening. After a whole minute, Dylan looked towards Juliet, still stood on the staircase, I looked also. She was trying to convince Dylan to give me a chance ”Ok I am going to let you date my cousin but one word of you doing something that upsets her, you’re dead” Dylan says after a couple seconds and walks away.

I watch him until Mitch is in my face ”Hey! Go get your girl! He gave you permission.” he laughed at my face as realization took over, I turn quickly to see Y/N begin to turn to go back up occasionally looking over her shoulder to see if I was following, with a smile on her face. I sprint to the stairs and take two at a time to get to her faster.

Once standing next to her at the top of the stairs, she smiles up to me and holds out her hand for me to take into mine. I place my hand into hers and I am mesmerized at how our hands fit like puzzle pieces, her tiny delicate hand is smothered by my giant one. “So” I snap my head up to at the sound of her, like her looks, beautiful voice. “What should we do first?” she asks me as she leads me to what I assume her bedroom “we should get to know each other” I suggest to which she nods her head. Exactly a hour later, many questions and laughs were shared ,now we just stare at each other in silence until she decides to break it “I feel like this is from Romeo and Juliet” she smiles at me “Really? How?” I say surprised “Because of how we got to this moment” she blushes, I smile because I caused it “Well we could call this ‘Something Like Romeo and Juliet’ then” I say  “That sounds perfect” she laughs, I love her laugh and I plan on hearing it for the rest of my life.

[tallulahchanel]

Natalya

Written by Maddison C. Gaines Edited by Meagan Gibson

Following the death of my great-grandmother last year, I got inspired to write a story about a young woman who handles her grief by building a friendship with a dog that her deceased grandmother has left behind. Unfortunately, though, this idea was left without any direction and I decided to discontinue it. However, I still wanted to share a piece what probably could’ve been a nice story.

So without further ado, here’s Natalya.

Morgan sighed in relief as she watched the white Zinfandel fill her wine glass to the brim. She usually would’ve filled it half-way, but she needed a full glass with the day she was having.

“Should you really be drinking that right now?” Alice, her best friend, asked her with concern as she entered the kitchen carrying a plate of half-finished food.

“If you had to deal with those crazy people out there, you would be drinking too,” Morgan answered and took a sip of her wine.

“Trust me, Morgan, I grew up around your family long enough to know that they can be-”

“Howler monkeys?” Morgan interrupted, taking another sip of her wine.

“Actually, I was gonna say Looney Tunes, but whatever works for you.”

Morgan took another sip of her wine as the doors to the kitchen opened. She saw her cousin Abby enter with her husband Jeff, tears streaming from her hazel brown eyes.

“Morgan,” Jeff addressed her, “we’re leaving.”

“Okay,” she said with a nod.

Abby held her arms out towards Morgan for a hug, which she reluctantly accepted after setting her wine glass on the counter.

“I wish it didn't have to take this to get us to come together," Abby said tearfully while rubbing Morgan's back. "Maybe we should try to get together sometime, like dinner or something."

“Awe Abbs,” Morgan said, pulling away with a painted smile on her lips. “I’d like that very much.”

“Me too,” Abby agreed with a nod before leaving the kitchen with Jeff through the side door.

As Morgan turned to retrieve her wine glass, she caught sight of Alice shaking her head in disbelief. “What?” She questioned with a lifted brow of confusion.

“I would like very much to catch dinner or a movie with you Abbs,” Alice mocked her. “Morgan, please, you’re so full of it. You and I both know that you are not interested in spending time with Abby.”

"Alice, there are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year," Morgan began after taking another sip of her wine, "and out of all of those days, how many has Abby used to try to contact me to spend time together?"

Alice furrowed her brows as if she was searching for an answer, but she didn’t have to because Morgan already had one.

“None. I mean, yeah, she calls to let everyone know that she’s throwing a party at her house or that she’s going out of town and needs someone to house-sit so burglars won’t get in. She hardly ever picks up the phone to say, ‘Hey family, let's hang out. Let's do something fun. Why don't we take a spontaneous trip? I'm just calling to make sure you're still alive and healthy.' No, it’s always ‘I need something.’ And now she wants to wait until the day of my grandmother’s funeral to want to make family plans? Puh-lease. I don’t have time for that.”

"Well, you know being a wife and mother can be very time-consuming."

Morgan nodded and took another sip of her wine. “Yes, but if you have time to run your children all over creation and have an affair behind your husband’s back, then you have time to make for the rest of your family.”

“And what makes you think she’s cheating on Jeff?” Alice asked with a lifted brow.

“Who doesn’t know she’s cheating on Jeff? The only one that doesn’t know is Jeff’s dumba-”

“Arf!” Morgan was cut off when Natalya—a Yorkshire terrier her grandmother adopted last year—barked to get her attention, startling Morgan and causing her to spill the second half of her wine on her black dress.

“Natalya!” She scolded the small dog, who responded with a whimper.

Alice giggled as she watched best friend frantically, but futilely, try to dry herself with a paper towel. “You see, even Natalya knows you’re full of it.”

“Dang dog!” Morgan berated. “Why did my granny even bother taking her in?”

“Do we have to go over the story again?”

“If I have to hear one more time about Mary taking pity on a puppy whose mom died on the streets, I will vomit.”

Before Alice could reply, Morgan rushed out of the kitchen in pursuit of her upstairs bedroom. When she turned a corner to where the stairs were, she bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you,” she heard the familiar voice of Roger Jackson Jr. (or RJ, as he’s often referred to) apologize to her.

“Well, you should watch where you’re going next time!” Morgan replied with a frustrated grunt.

He gave her a sympathetic look and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, which she forcefully shrugged off. “How are you holding up Morgan?”

“Let’s see, my grandmother is dead, and her house is full of crying people, who barely did anything for her while she was alive. Gee! I feel like I won the lottery.” Her sarcasm was emphasized by the toothy smile she painted on her face that quickly faded into a scowl.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he sympathized with her, but she wasn’t accepting of it.

“Why are you even here? We broke up after graduation, so you have no actual reason to be here.”

“You know Mary was a comforting source to my family when my father was killed in duty five years ago.”

"Yes. Well, I'm glad she was able to comfort y'all through the loss. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go." She tried to walk away, but RJ grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back.

“Morgan, if you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to call me or Caroline.”

“The day I call you for anything will be the day when-”

“Morgan,” a male voice addressed her, interrupting her.

She looked in the direction of the voice to see Steve—Alice’s husband since prom night of 2012—walking towards her.

“What!” Morgan snapped at him, her voice full of agitation from her family and the day in general.

“Your Uncle Brian and Aunt Pauline are in the driveway quarreling-”

“Quarreling?" She cut him off and began walking toward the front door. "Seriously, Steve, no one in our generation uses that word."

When Morgan made it outside, she found her Uncle Brian—Mary’s younger and only brother—exchanging angry and hateful words with his wife Pauline. Rolling her eyes, Morgan took it upon herself to intervene at the exact moment when Pauline was going to punch Brian in the face.

“Go ahead,” she warned Pauline with narrowed eyes. Her face and words were enough to stop her aunt in her tracks. “No, go ahead and hit him. I want you to, so I can have the cops over here in a millisecond to take you to jail. The guys at the police station knew my granny very well, and they know that today was her funeral. All it takes is one phone call and they will slap cuffs on you faster than your head could spin. Try me!”

Fortunately for both Morgan and Pauline, Erica—Brian and Pauline’s daughter—chose that exact moment to exit the house. “Morgan, is everything alright?” She inquired of her younger cousin.

Morgan shifted her still narrowed eyes at Erica. “Get your parents away from my granny’s house before one or both of them goes to jail.”

Without hesitation, Erica nodded and gestured for her parents to head to the car, satisfied that neither of them protested. "I'm so sorry," she apologized when her parents were no longer in earshot. "I had hoped they would act rational, considering what today is."

“Don’t apologize,” Morgan reassured her cousin, her voice still conveying frustration, as she folded her arms. “They’re older than both of us, so they should know how to act during times like this.”

“Are you going to be alright? If you need some company, I can come back after I send them home.”

Morgan shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Besides, you already have your hands full dealing with those two crazies.”

Erica giggled and gave her cousin a hug, which she gratefully accepted. “I’ll check on you first thing in the morning, okay?”

“Thank you,” Morgan replied and pulled away from Erica.

Instead of turning to see her cousin, uncle, and aunt off, she entered the house and closed the door behind her. When Morgan glanced into the family room where everyone was crying, eating, and having conversations, she caught sight of RJ kissing Caroline, his wife of eight months, while his hand caressed her seven-month bulging belly. Rolling her eyes, she went into the kitchen to pour herself another full glass of white Zinfandel, forgetting that she needed to clean herself from the first glass.

“Again?” Alice, who was still in the kitchen cleaning dishes and putting food in the fridge, asked when she saw her best friend fill the wine glass to the brim.

“You see me pouring another glass, don’t you?” Morgan said as if it was nothing.

“What happened?”

“Well, for starters,” Morgan began, taking a sip of her wine, “Brian and Pauline are outside acting worse than teenagers, as always.”

Alice rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“I had to threaten Pauline with the police, but Erica took them home. How could they embarrass their daughter like that? I will never know.” Rolling her eyes, she took another sip of her wine. “And then, RJ has the audacity to be cozy with Caroline in the family room.”

“She is his wife,” Alice pointed out to the dismay of Morgan. “On top of that, they’re having their first child. A pregnancy is a very intimate time for a couple.”

“It’s also the time where people like me are disgusted by people like them,” Morgan retorted as she took a large gulp of her wine.

“Are you still upset that things didn’t work out between you two?”

“That was the past Alice. He made his choice, and I made mine.”

“In all fairness, you didn’t give him much of one.”

“Whatever!”

Morgan took her glass and left the kitchen, making her way to the sun-room for some peace and solitude. When she arrived at the double-doors that led into the sun-room, she was disappointed to find Natalya resting in a comfortable ball on the bench, located under the bay window where she and Mary used to have intimate talks. Taking a sip of her wine, she gave the Yorkie a small glare, but Natalya seemed too engrossed in her own world to notice Morgan.

“She loved that dog,” Morgan heard a feminine voice behind her.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face her aunt Linda—Mary’s oldest daughter and Abby’s mother. “Yeah. That was quite obvious from the way the little mutt would always follow her around the house. Not that you were here to notice,” she mumbled the last part before sipping her wine.

Linda gave her a comforting smile. “How are you holding up kiddo?”

“About the same as someone would feel if they lost their best friend, their confidant, and basically the only person in the world who understood them.”

Linda nodded. “I can understand. Her death was a shock to us all.”

“Oh yeah,” Morgan began sarcastically, “it’s shocking that someone with heart problems could die from a heart attack.”

Linda sighed. “Morgan, I understand you’re upset-”

“Yeah right!” She interjected while rolling her eyes and taking another sip of her wine.

“-but please understand that I just lost my mother, and you lost a grandmother. We should be coming together as a family.”

“It’s funny that you want to mention family, Aunt Linda. Where was family when my grandmother was laying on her deathbed, sick as a dog and needed to be driven from one doctor's appointment to another?"

Linda opened her mouth to answer, but Morgan continued before she could utter a syllable.

"I know where I was. I was the one taking her from doctor to doctor, making sure she had and was taking her medications, staying at the hospital with her when she needed surgery time and time again, and hiring a caregiver so I could work to buy groceries and pay her utility and medical bills. Where were you huh?! Not here! Because you were too busy cruising all over the world with your new lover! And if my mother hadn't died of alcoholism, she would be less of a daughter than you! Knowing her as I do, she probably would've killed my granny for the insurance money to feed her habit!"

“Morgan?!” Alice addressed her with concern.

When Morgan's brown eyes locked with the sympathetic ocean blue ones of her best friend, she could feel a lump forming in her throat. She looked around and noticed that she had caught the attention of the guests, who were gawking at the scene she had just made with her aunt. She took a moment to clear her throat before saying, softly at first, “I want everyone to leave.” When no one moved, she raised her voice. “Didn’t any of you hear me?! I said, LEAVE!!!! YOU DON’T HAVE TO GO HOME, BUT YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!!”

Within the next ten minutes, the guest had grabbed their belongings—purses, children, and leftover food—and walked out of the door, neither of them bothering to bid Morgan a goodbye. Morgan didn’t mind, however. She only wanted to see the backs of her family members leave Mary’s house without a thought of returning.

Once they were gone, the house fell silent, the ticking of Mary’s grandfather clock being the only sound.

“I’ll…um…” Alice broke the awkward silence, receiving a stressful frown from Morgan. “I’ll clean the kitchen and Steve can get started in the family room while you go lay down to get some rest. If that’s alright with you?”

Morgan, still fashioning the frown, returned with a nod of permission before walking upstairs to her room.

~~~

Later that night, Morgan sat in her bed with her back to the headboard, staring at her feet as if they may fall off and run away. She had already changed into a pair of flannel pajamas, and Alice collected her wine-stained dress and put it in the washer.

“Morgan?”

She looked up when she heard her best friend address her, and saw Alice carrying a glass of water in one hand while the other one cradled something inside of Alice’s clenched fist.

“These are to help you sleep,” Alice referred to the pills in her hand while walking over to Morgan's nightstand and setting the water glass on there. “You won’t be able to, otherwise.”

Morgan nodded and took the pills from Alice, thinking it was best not to fight her. She took a sip of water and slipped the pills in her mouth, swallowing them. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Alice said before helping Morgan to lie down and tucking her in. “Do you want Steve and I to stay with you, so you won’t be alone?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Morgan answered with a nod, which Alice accepted.

“Alright. But Steve and I are a phone call away. We’ll come right over if we have to. We’re going to set the security alarm before we leave.”

“Thank you.”

Alice tucked some of Morgan’s hair behind her ear and placed a friendly kiss on her forehead. “Sweet dreams suga’.”

“You too,” Morgan said with a smile and closed her eyes.

Alice turned off the lamp on Morgan’s nightstand before turning to leave the room. Upon reaching the door, she was greeted by Natalya, who stretched her fore-paws to touch Alice’s leg. “Well, hello there little Natalya,” she greeted the dog as she picked her up. “Are you off to bed?”

Alice received a lick on her left cheek, causing her to giggle.

"Okay, hun. You take very good care of my Morgan, will you?"

Natalya barked as if to tell Alice that she will do her best.

“That’s all I ask. Now, you get some rest too.” She gave Natalya a small kiss on the forehead before setting the dog down and leaving the house.

Once Alice and Steve were gone, Natalya paced in a circle before walking into Morgan’s room where the young woman was half-asleep. Squatting and stretching her fore-paws to touch the bed, she jumped once, twice, the third time was the charm as her paws made contact with Morgan's semi-conscious form.

“Ugh. Get off me, you mutt,” Morgan whispered in frustration, gently pushing Natalya off with her backhand.

When she did this, Natalya lost her footing and landed on the carpet on her back. She released a whimper as she stood up, the fall not hurting her one bit, before stretching her paws again and jumping onto the bed again after the third try.

“Ugh,” a displeased Morgan released. “Fine, you can stay, but only for tonight.”

Natalya barked as if she understood and made herself comfortable between Morgan’s sheets. She laid on her side and rested her head on the young woman’s chest.

Morgan released an exasperated sigh and gave Natalya a small head rub before falling asleep from the effects of the pills Alice gave her.

Natalya waited a couple of minutes and closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall asleep.

While both human and dog were resting in a peaceful slumber, the moonlight leaked into the room and shined on them.

[artificialqueens]

Glow 3/4 (Biadore/Trixya) - Houdini

A/N: Told y'all I would be back soon! This chapter is probably the longest so far and if you thought the plan was complicated before, just you wait. Thank you so so SO much for everyone that’s kept reading this, there’s only one more part left to go and I’ll be continuing Hey Stranger after that! If you have any requests/feedback/wanna chat, I’ll be over at princess-banana-lady, but for now, enjoy and lemme know where you think this is going. xoxo Houdini

PS: for those of you who are new, this is a soulmate AU where after you and your soulmate exchange I love you’s for the first time, you glow with an aura for a couple seconds.

Adore tilted her head back as the last drops of her third-or was it fourth?- fruity cocktail drained down her throat. Beside her, Trixie shifted anxiously. “Why aren’t they looking?” she hissed under her breath.

Adore took a deep breath and fished the maraschino cherry out of her glass. “Shut the fuck up and go with it,” she replied, pasting a grin onto her face. She waited until Bianca’s head turned towards her before lowering the cherry into Trixie’s mouth, focusing on Trixie’s brown eyes the whole time.

“Get a room!” hollered Kim Chi from across the spacious living room. Courtney nodded and mimed gagging, before tossing a wink at the duo, clearly onto their plan. Bianca merely glanced at Adore before turning her attention back to Raven, who was retelling the story of her and Martin’s fucking yellow light for about the hundredth time. Shit. The night was not going as planned.

Dozens of queens had gathered in Alaska’s sprawling Los Angeles home to celebrate her moving in. The house was something out of a magazine, with high ceilings, windows that took up entire walls, and massive pieces of art everywhere.

Despite seeing her sisters again, and even though they had indulged in the mouth watering canapés and endless cocktails, Adore couldn’t shake her sour mood. After weeks of hinting at a budding relationship between her and Trixie, they had gotten reactions from everyone to Timbuktu and back. Except from the two people that mattered.

No, instead, Katya and Bianca had breezed in together (albeit followed by a grumbling Alyssa), and had stuck together the whole night. Warm hugs and greetings were exchanged, but neither queen had alluded to the newly born #Mattelano.

Trixie let out a sigh, staring at Katya forlornly. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she griped, twisting the hem of her lavender gown anxiously. Green eyes met brown for a moment. “We’ve been here what, an hour? She hasn’t even tried to kiss me yet!”

Adore let out a laugh at Trixie’s whining. She would’ve never thought she would be spending Alaska’s housewarming pining over soulmates with fucking Bambi in drag. She wet her lips and turned to Trixie. “Baby, Katya’s watching you.”

The blonde queen opened her mouth to protest but was stopped by Adore’s raised eyebrow. “She’s being subtle, that’s all. Have you not noticed how she’s been standing by the mirrored column this whole time? How fucking convenient.”

Trixie closed her mouth, a slow smile spreading over her face. Adore leaned towards the blonde conspiratorially. “Maybe we should give her something to look at…”

Trixie let out a squeak and her warm brown eyes widened in alarm as Adore slowly leant in. Adore’s eyes fluttered shut and her heart pounded as she lightly touched her lips to-

“Trixie.”

Hiding a smirk, Adore opened her eyes and snapped her head back. “Katya, hey girl!”

The crimson clad queen shot her a questionable look before turning back to the stammering blonde in front of her. “Trixie, I need to talk to you.”

Trixie’s mouth opened and closed, goldfish style. “Yeah, sure,” she croaked, her voice nearly cracking. Adore put every ounce of effort she had into keeping a straight face as Katya pulled Trixie into one of the hallways. About time.

Rolling back her shoulders, she approached the rest of the queens. Ignoring Fame’s waggling eyebrows, she tapped Bianca on the shoulder.

Every planned word she had flew out of her mouth as she looked into the warm amber eyes in front of her. “Um,”

Um? You’re in front of your fucking soulmate and the only thing you can say is Um? Congrats. Fucking great.

Bianca let out a raspy chuckle as she took in the bundle of nerves that was Adore Delano. “Hey. How’ve you been?”

Adore tried not to tackle Bianca then and there, opting to flick her hair over her shoulders. “I’ve been alright.”

And after a beat

“I really missed you,” she confessed, all bravado she once had now completely gone. Bianca’s eyes crinkled at the corners and the little dimples Adore loved so much appeared yet again. “I missed you too, bitch.”

“ATTENTION BITCHES” boomed Willam from atop a table. “Gather round, gather round.”

Used to Willam’s antics, the other queens congregated around the table. Willam looked over the group before continuing. “So, it’s Alaska’s first night in her new place,” she yelled, pausing for cheers. “And as such, we’re gonna play her favourite game.”

The room filled with cheers, groans, and in Laganja’s case, perky “yes gawds!” as they realized what Willam meant. Alaska grinned devilishly and widened her arms. “Truth or Dare!” she confirmed, drawing out the short phrase.

If Adore had been paying attention to anyone other than Bianca in that moment, she would’ve noticed multiple sets of eyes glancing at her. Perhaps she would’ve seen the long look Alaska exchanged with Alyssa, and the nod Alyssa gave to Detox and Phi Phi. But alas, she didn’t.

Adore ignored the sudden wave of nausea that rolled over her and nabbed a seat beside Courtney. She made eye contact with Bianca, who was seated between Phi Phi, dressed in a beautiful silver gown, and a pink haired Detox, who was clad in some sort of weird white muumuu contraption.

Courtney leaned towards Adore. “You gonna tell Bianca?” she murmured, her lips moving imperceptibly. Adore rolled her eyes and elbowed the Aussie. “Maybe.” she mused. She sat back as the lights dimmed. It was going to be a long night.

**

Meanwhile, Trixie and Katya continued to sit in silence, the only noise in the room being the rustling of Trixie’s dress against Katya’s red cape. Trixie let out a sigh and turned towards Katya.

“Kat-”

“Are you?” Katya blurted. Trixie furrowed her eyebrows. “Am I what?”

Katya let out a sigh. “Adore.” she clarified, staring at the younger queen.

Trixie paused before resting her hand on beside Katya’s. “No,” she replied softly. Katya nodded and looked away. Trixie blinked as she heard Katya doing the deep breaths she had learned in her yoga classes.

She reached out to touch Katya’s shoulder but froze as her friend turned back to her, her eyes steely and resolved.

“Trixie.”  

“Yeah?”

“You know what I’m going to say”

And the longer Trixie gazed into Katya’s eyes, she knew. Whatever had been unsaid between them for months after drag race had stretched out into years. Years of stolen looks and drunken mumbles. They weren’t the same people that had walked into the werk room so long ago. Trixie could finally say she was proud of herself, and Katya, once fragile and doubting, was finally at some sort of peace.

Katya tenderly brushed her hand across Trixie’s face, smiling. Not the perfectly white smile, but the small, secret smile reserved only for her. Trixie’s chest warmed at the thought. For me.

The warmth in her chest faded abruptly as Trixie’s head cleared. Guilt wracked in her chest as the memories of her antics these past weeks flooded her head. Taking a shuddering breath, she squeezed Katya’s hand.

“Wait.”

**

Adore slumped back on the couch, watching Violet shove her tongue down Tatianna’s throat as the group cheered. They had exhausted all the classic questions, making a blushing Fame admit she’d kai kai with Raja and watched with glee as Laganja gave a peturbed Ginger Minj a lap dance.

Violet and Tatianna pulled apart with a horrendous slurping noise and turned their attention to Jinx. Jinx paused for a moment before looking up in defeat. “I’ve got nothing.”

The queens tossed out ideas, all of which were deemed too boring. A throat clearing got their attention. “I have one,” Roxxxy announced smugly. Turning to Willam, she grinned. “I dare you to tell Naomi you love her.”

Eyebrows arched as Willam pondered for a moment. The blonde raised her head. “Hell no.”

Adore let out a tiny sigh of relief. Thank god.

“I think we should all do it.”

WHAT THE FUCK?

Willam tossed her hair and spoke over the murmurs. “We’re not getting older, and at the fucking order this circle’s in it’ll be a goddamn miracle if anyone gets a light.”

She let the group think before letting out a chuckle, eyes sparkling. “Live a little.”

“I’m in.” Jinx conceded.

Raven smirked. “Well I don’t need to-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Manila interrupted. “I’m in”

Adore’s heart leapt to her throat as slowly, each queen agreed.

“Bianca, you in?” Courtney asked, eyebrows raised.

Bianca paused before briefly glancing at Adore. “I’m not getting any younger.”

“Adore?” Jinx asked. Adore took a deep breath, praying she wasn’t blushing. “Party!” she quipped, even though internally, she wanted to be swallowed up by Alaska’s marble floor.

The queens went around the circle exchanging I love you’s. Some were definitely not going to see the light. Others, like Naomi to Kim, were worth waiting a bit after for.

Courtney turned to Adore, expression unreadable.

“I love you.”

Adore swallowed, her heart pounding.

“I love you too.”

Nothing.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned to Jinx. “I love you.”

Bianca shifted in her seat across from Adore, fuming. She thought the worst she would ever feel was after Katrina came along and essentially ruined her entire life. She was wrong. Watching her soulmate say those three magical, painful words to people that weren’t her fucking killed. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or to break something. Possibly both.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Phi Phi turning towards her.

“I love you.”

At least this was mildly funny. There was no way she’d live in My Little Pony matrimony with Phi Phi.

“I love you too.” she rasped, trying not to notice the way Adore’s fists clenched in the corner of her eye.

“I was rooting for that,” deadpanned Kim.

Bianca rolled her eyes and turned towards Detox, trying to ignore Alyssa’s eyes boring a hole into her.

Squinting the dim light, she made eye contact with Detox and let the foreign words roll off her tongue.

“I love you.”

Thank god that’s over.

Exhaling, she glanced back at Adore as Detox replied.

“I love you too.”

There was a brief pause as Bianca saw Adore’s eyes widen and her mouth drop open.

Whipping her head back to Detox amidst gasps, Bianca’s heart stopped and her body went completely numb in horror as she and Detox were surrounded by a bright green light.