#'i had a phase in middle school when i thought i was a woman. but then i didnt like correcting people so i stopped'

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I met my friend House this summer and we immediately vibed, and about half a week into our friendship we friended each other on Pokemon Go, and I noticed that their avatar was a woman but I paid little attention to it because I was more concerned with Pokemon. And at this point I was still under the impression that she was a cis guy. But he said something like "Yeah I really like making and customizing the avatars, it's fun," and my brain didn't make the connection that MAYBE THEY WERE TRYING TO DRAW MY ATTENTION TOWARDS THEIR AVATAR TO KIND OF SUBTLY LET ME KNOW THEY'RE NOT CIS but again I was too concerned with the Pokemen and I can't even remember what I said in response, but later I was looking back and thought HOLY SHIT WAIT I THINK SHE WAS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING and now I know that they're nb.

[guideaus]

i need to interact w some other bigender or genderfluid people so bad, i feel like im gonna go crazy

[ciy0]

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Summary - Why couldn’t you have been the one he met first

Word Count- 1.5k

Content Warning- 18+ Sexual Content and Vulgar Language, Fem! Reader, Obsessed!Mingyu, Toxic/Dark!Mingyu, Mingyu has a fiancé (Yeri), Mingyu Wants Reader, Slight Yandere, Simp!Vernon, Vernon Slander, Failed Blowjob, Performance Issues, Cunnilingus, Immoral Thoughts [no physical cheating but mental cheating…], Surprise Ejaculation

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Mingyu thought he found the one already. Engagement set in stone with his friend for years, Yeri. They’ve been through so much together, their love grew with time until she confessed in college. They knew each other since middle school, growing through all of life’s early phases together and he couldn’t see himself locking down with anyone else for the rest of his life but her. Sure he never got the butterflies, and sure it took him a while to finally propose but he loved her. He knew he did, so why…

So why did time stop for him when Vernon introduced his new acquaintance at a friendly bowling night, Y/n. Why did his breath catch when you bowed to everyone eventually making it to him. Finally seeing your pretty face up close, angelic eyes crinkling as you platonically greeted him having no idea what those lashes were setting off in his heart. Returning yours with a robotic bow of his own, not that you noticed. Innocent head tilting as you turned to Yeri with a “Oh and you must be Yeri! Vernon told me so much about you, congrats on your engagement.” Why didn’t that make him happy as it did for Yeri, as she pulled you in for a hug.

Why did he so desperately try to meet your eyes that whole night despite his fiancé claiming her spot on his lap. Why did envy bloom in his chest when you’d laugh at Vernon’s unfunny jokes and let him casually touch your thigh. Why did he want to swap places with-

“Mingyu?” Yeri called him suddenly taking his attention, “You’re furrowing your brows baby, everything alright? Ready to go home?”

He instantly touched his forehead releasing the tension there, “Haha yeah l-let’s head out,” He airily answered trying to focus back on his fiancé.

The drive home was crickets despite Yeri’s futile attempts at lighting a conversation. Any lead was met with a distracted hum as his eyes focused on the road but let his mind wonder about everything you. She eventually gave up in favor of tapping away on her phone until her next words grabbed his full attention.

“Y/n was so cuteee, Vernon is so down bad, “ She giggled at her own thought.

Mingyu’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, “She’s way too out of his league, he’s trying to hard. When did they even meet anyways…” the last part was moreso mumbled.

Happy she finally found a topic he seemed open to she kept the banter going, “Awww don’t say that, she seemed comfortable with him. You know now his call a few weeks ago makes sense…” she pondered

Mingyu turned to her briefly, “What call?”

She tapped her chin trying to remember exactly, “He had said he needed female advice, there was this new girl that moved in his complex that he wanted to get to know better. And you know Vernon—no game at all lmao so i had gave him some pointers. Looks like it’s working out, never know maybe the next engagement will be theirs,” she joked cheekily not hearing the hateful curse under Mingyu’s breath.

New engagement his ass. A boy like Vernon couldn’t handle all that you are. You were too much woman for him. Your flattering curves, twinkling eyes, bright smile, bright personality—fuck. What could Vernon possible do that he himself couldn’t give to you ten times better-

“Oh and before we left I got her Insta,” Yeri offered absentmindedly as she focused back on her phone, once again missing her fiancés intrigued expression, “ Vernon wanted all of us to follow her, so she feels comfortable in the group. I’ll give it to you once we reach your place.”

He knew he should’ve held some dignity but the second they parked at his complex he made sure to receive your socials before even taking off his seatbelt under the guise of ,”Just in case you forget later babe.” Yeri none the wiser offered before they made their way inside.

Their nighttime routine commenced as normal. Brush teeth, shower, make love then sleep. The first two steps happened seamlessly but the third… the third was proving difficult. Even though Yeri was between his legs trying to get him up with her mouth like a champ he just couldn’t get hard.

He could see the insecure look cross her face and it panged guilt in his chest. “D-Do you need porn?” She nervously asked. But he knew porn wouldn’t make a difference. He never had performance issues in his life, constantly on Yeri like a rabbit but the only thing that had changed was—well you.

In favor of hiding his dark discovery he flipped Yeri over in the bed to eat her out instead. She gasped softly as he pressed her legs back to her sides before licking his lips and diving in.

As she pulled his hair he let his eyes close in a moan at the taste of her until an unsolicited vision of him and you in the same exact position bombarded his mind. He groaned louder against her as the image shot straight to his dick making him rock solid in seconds.

He humped the bed pathetically while lashing at his fiancés clit like a man starved as his imagination ran rampant against his will. Not like he was really trying to stop it, though.

He could envision the swell under your breasts as he slurped you like water, your teary eyes overwhelmed from his hungry tongue. Digging into your flinching hole trying to scoop out all your wetness—wanting to drown in it. He didn’t know what you sounded like—god he wished—but that fucked out expression as he shook his head side to side was doing things to his brain chemistry.

He felt Yeri jerk as she came hard in his mouth. He dutifully swirled and licked her release as much as he could, slowly coming out of his own reverie as she softly pushed his head from sensitivity. Out of breath and eyes dazed he slowly kissed back up her body before landing on her lips.

“Oh my,” she gasped against his, “That was a-amaz-“ her eyes widened, her caressing hand halting at the substance on his abdomen, “ D-did you cum on yourself??”

Fuck—did he? Still catching his breath he looked down to see a mess of thick pearly cum splattered on himself and the bedding near his nether region. There was so fucking much, even as his dick still swung high and mighty against Yeri’s leg, rearing to go for more.

He chose not to respond instead to rub his tip against her folds sending her a cheeky wink, continuing their session under the covers.

By time he was done with her she was off in dream land as he cleaned her twitching body and rested himself besides her. He might’ve gone a bit too far, seeing a side of himself he’d never seen before. So depraved and immoral as he primally grinded orgasm and orgasm out of his fiancé with your beautiful face at the forefront of his mind as guilty fuel. Imagining your plush thighs quaking against his ribs, back arched intoxicatingly in mind numbing pleasure all because of him. Giving all he could give because you deserved it.

Finally somehow managing to calm his racing thoughts he pulled her to him, petting her sleeping body as he reached over for his phone. Eyes squinting at the brightness of it as he peered at it from over her shoulder.

He took this time to scroll through your feed brazenly. Feeling his own self smile warmly at your various selfies and dinner photos where you were simply enjoying life. He brushed his thumb across his screen as if you could feel it too. Feel the love and desire bumbling in his gut as he took a peek further into your life.

It’s so crazy how easily he can see it—a future with you. Can see himself being on the other side of the picture, taking you on cute dates and showering you with affection before bringing you home and fucking your brains out, mind and heart filled with nothing but Mingyu.

It took Yeri so long of one siding pinning and convincing to get Mingyu to commit her and yet here you were doing it all in one night. He couldn’t help but wish he knew you first, if you moved in his complex first, how the person laying in his arms right now could be you. It should be you.

Will be you.

He languidly clicked back to his home page feeling Yeri stir in her sleep, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. He decided to scroll mindlessly instead seeing random posts from friends. Getting bored he refreshed the page one last time before he’d retire for bed himself but one new post appeared running his blood cold, making him grip his phone so hard it was a miracle the screen didn’t shatter. His dark eyes scanned the post, in unbridled rage, pupils shaking at the offensive pixels.

It was Vernon’s post. Two slides. The first showing two hands held on top of his ugly bed sheets. One obviously his and the other— the other sharing your perfectly manicured set that Mingyu already memorized just by a mere glance from earlier that night.

The second slide is what really set him off though. Again it was Vernon in bed, shirt off shamelessly kissing none other than you on the cheek. You in what was probably his shirt, hair a mess, lips puffy, and eyes still slightly damp from suspected intimate activities, but smile still radiating as you clung onto him.

Vernonline: leveled up to boyfriend, love u 💚💚 @y/n_bb

[woniverse-writes]

Hey so I’ve been a huge fan of all your works with Bada and I was wondering if you could do a request for me with bada.

So reader is in BEBE and is born in 1997 which makes her the 2nd oldest in the group but she tends to be almost like the maknae ,always laughing (obviously very serious when it comes to dancing) smiling (not always acting cute it annoys me 🙃) and like how Bada, Lusher, Tatter, Kyma, Minha, Cheche, and Soweon always look at her in like adoration.

Obviously you can change it/interpret how you want too.

And I’m very sorry if it doesn’t make sense

Thanks ☺️

“Sweet Bebe”

bada lee x teammate!reader

summary: being one of the oldest members of your crew typically meant you were supposed to look out for the younger members, which you still do! except everyone seems to be looking out for you more due to your clumsy and energetic personality.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: the first 600-ish words have like- nothing to do with Bada and it's all backstory i'm so sorry lmao, i don't really like how this turned out but i hope you do, not proofread

Typically being one of the oldest members of any team or crew meant you had to carry some sort of authority or responsibility… that was not the case for Y/n. being the second oldest member of the dance crew Bebe, meant absolutely nothing to her on most days. She did happen to take on the motherly role a lot of the time, but more so in a fun, cutely caring for her members type of way. It was almost as if she took care of her members by letting them take care of her. The youngest teammates specifically liked to baby her, getting a kick out of their cute older sister.

Even before it had been decided that the crew would come together for Street Woman Fighter season 2, the girl had been just as lively and attentive to her friends, always making sure to have a positive energy and smile on her face when in the studio.

Y/n and Bada had known each other since the younger was in college. She had begun training under SM in her last year of middle school, focusing on becoming a vocalist at the time, but transitioned into focusing on dance in her second year of high school. Y/n was a part of SM Rookie and had almost debuted with Red Velvet at the same time as Yeri, but ultimately the company decided they only wanted to add one member and thought Yeri was a better fit. When she entered university, she stopped training to be an idol but decided to stick with dance, majoring in performance and choreography. By the time she was 19 she was already choreographing for some big groups. 

Y/n’s first step into the kpop industry was when she worked with Lia Kim on Twice’s “TT”, coming up with the iconic hand gesture herself, but many don’t associate her with the dance since she wasn’t credited at first as a rookie choreographer. By the time she did receive credit, people already knew the choreography as solely Lia Kim’s. But the younger girl wasn’t phased, seeing as she was invited back a little less than a year later to choreograph Twice’s “signal” all by herself.

The young choreographer began to gain even more recognition after working on “Likey”, coming up with three different versions of the dance break and eventually posting all three to her social media accounts. She continued working with Twice and choreographed for “Heart Shaker”, “Candy Pop”, “What is Love”, “Dance the Night Away”, and “Yes or Yes. She secured a position as an in-house choreographer for JYP, specifically Twice at such a young age, and national and international supporters alike were impressed were her skills. What many people didn’t know was that she was invited to choreograph “Red Flavor” by Red Velvet and initially agreed, and choreographed the routine, but SM ended up not using her choreography. The poor girl was really starting to think they had some hidden agenda against her.

Y/n’s popularity was on a gradual upward incline and suddenly boomed when “Fancy” was released, seeing as the song was a turning point for the group. It was also the first time she took on a director position instead of just a choreographer. Y/n was offered the role of creative director on top of main choreographer. Things only continued to get better for her career after she produced the moves and creative brief for “breakthrough”, which caused people to realize the girl was capable of doing more than just cute dances. As soon as “Feel Special” was released, y/n was getting calls left and right, especially from SM.

They offered her the main choreographer position for Red Velvet’s next comeback, “Psycho”. She was skeptical at first due to their lackadaisical behavior when working with her but ultimately agreed since she had nothing else at the time. Y/n submitted her dance, expecting to not hear back after that and be left to assume they went with another choreographer. So when she got a phone call a couple of days later asking her if she’d be able to begin teaching the choreography the following day, the girl just about died on the spot. “Psycho” was released and everyone was OBSESSED with the choreography.

This was about the time when Bada and Y/n first met. At the end of 2019, SM was having its annual end-of-the-year celebration, inviting all of its artists and staff, including any choreographer who worked in-house or was brought in specifically at any point. Y/n originally intended on not going but ultimately decided she would after realizing it could be a good networking opportunity. 

Y/n wasn’t cocky by any means, but she was confident. The girl was bubbly and charming, so naturally she attracted people, including Bada Lee. the tall dancer approached the younger girl and professionally introduced herself. 

“You’re Y/n L/n, correct?” to which the younger smiled even wider and nodded enthusiastically. Bada couldn’t help but giggle at the girl’s bright energy, liking how it stuck out against the blandness that typically came with business parties. 

“I really love your work. It’s so refreshing, and even your more mature choreographies have this energizing quality to them…” the tall dancer complimented and y/n could feel her face heat up, eyes widening, and mouth falling open. She stammered for a moment, overjoyed with the compliment.

“Thank you so much- I- you don’t understand how much that means to me. Truly, thank you.” her smile was so huge that Bada thought if it got any bigger the poor girl’s face would split open, but the older of the two was simply endeared. They stuck by each other’s sides practically the whole night after that… and they haven’t parted since.

“My sweet angel dearest… can you please sit down?” the Bebe leader jokingly requested as she and her teammates observed their second eldest member bouncing around the room at lightning speed. They all stifled giggles and wore smiles of adoration as they continued to watch Y/n smile and explore their new team space. The girls loved how energetic and bubbly she was, thinking of it as a strength since the rest of them were more chill and reserved. Having y/n around kept the team’s morale high, since she’s always the one to check up on everyone, always first to cheer someone up, and always making sure everyone is taken care of before and after they start practice.

“Unnie- you know I can’t just sit and do nothing while we wait. This is all too exciting!!” which caused Bada to just smile and shake her head. The leader loved all of her crew members but had a specific soft spot for Y/n seeing as she’d known her the longest out of all of the others (and the girl may or may not make her heart flutter).

The monitor lit up and an announcement popped up on the screen. The girls all made a noise of shock, and Y/n quickly ran to seat herself in the empty space left between Bada and Tatter

“Our baby” the blonde patted the older girl’s head endearingly, causing her to giggle

“Noooo, you’re MY baby, hmph” she retorted, wrapping her arms around the other and squeezing her gently while fake pouting. The screen told them they were now allowed to head down to the fight zone and Y/n sprung back up with a small noise of excitement. She and Bada were the first two to lead the group down, the older one smiling softly at her slightly younger teammate who looked around with wide sparkly eyes. Once they were in the center of the dance floor a video began playing.

“Their team was just formed within the last year…they can’t have very good chemistry”

“People only know Bada and Y/n”

“Bada is more popular than her talents”

“Y/n won’t be able to keep up… she’s a good choreographer but she’s too soft for a competition like this” Y/n laughed loudly at this one, not being able to take anyone seriously, especially Mina Myoung who found an issue with everyone. Bada on the other hand was far from amused. The leader glared at the screen until the video ended, then scoffed as she began heading over to their team’s designated seats.

“Unnie, don’t get so worked up- they’re obviously just trying to get a reaction and it’s clearly working, so don’t let them see it…” the second oldest gently comforted the leader with a hand on her shoulder. Y/n had taken her seat right next to Bada, which had become the usual for them. No matter where they went, whether it was just the two of them, all of team Bebe, or even them and some other people; Y/n always found her place next to Bada. Y/n and Bada had become practically inseparable since that night they met.

Bada grabbed the hand that was on her shoulder and gently began stroking the back of it with her thumb, and Y/n’s immediate response was to plop her head down as a replacement. The leader couldn’t help the chuckle that left her at the girl’s reaction, she could practically see her tail wagging if she had one. The other Bebe members loved to call Y/n “baby-unnie” or just “baby” because of how soft and cute she was, but they often called her “puppy” as well due to her energetic and bright personality. It was typically the younger members who called her this, but occasionally Bada would take part in the teasing, loving how flushed the girl’s face got when she specifically called her by those names.

The other crews arrived and of course, Bebe held up their chill, cool-girl image. Even y/n looked intimidating with how pretty she was and how relaxed her smile had become. After all the other videos were played, the teams changed into more relaxed clothing, preparing for the no-respect battles. When they returned the leaders of each crew handed out the ‘no-respect’ stickers to each dancer. While most of Bebe didn’t have any Bada and Y/n were the only two who did, with the leader having two and the second oldest having five.

“I still can’t believe you got that many votes…” Kyma mumbled in astonishment as she watched Lusher and Tatter place the stickers all over their member. Y/n just laughed and shrugged.

“They don’t think I can battle, that’s why- but it’s okay cuz now I get to show everyone how wrong they were…” she calmly and cooly explained, patting Kyma on the head as the other two members finished with the stickers. The battles began and the first dancer called was Redy from 1 Million.

Redy chose Bada as her no-respect dancer due to some personal issue that occurred between the two at some point. The younger dancer did put up a pretty good fight, but Bada was practically untouchable. Y/n was jumping up and down and screaming as loud as possible at her leader, the smile on her face almost painful at this point. 

When Bada finished she cooly headed back over to her team and Y/n pounced on her, wrapping her arms around the older girl's neck. The leader laughed and loosely wrapped her arms around Y/n’s waist, the two staying like that for a few moments until the applause died down. Once it was time to announce the results, Bada headed back to the center while her crew waited patiently behind her. When the judges announced her as the winner of the battle, Y/n was jumping seven feet in the air, rushing to cling to Bada again.

A few more battles went by before Y/n was called for her first one, the challenger being Gooseul from Deep n Dap. The Bebe dancer was a bit shocked, not knowing much of her or the crew besides Mina Myoung. The battle started with the pink-haired dancer- she wasn’t bad, but still very obviously an amateur. Her 40 seconds went back and it was Y/n’s turn. “One Dance” by Drake started playing and the girl immediately got into the vibe. She sensually grooved to the rhythm and naturally hit every beat, creating a dynamic performance. Her facials were completely different than usual- eyes taking on the look of a siren instead of the angel Y/n usually appeared to be. 

“Oh my god- her face totally changed…”

“I knew I was gonna regret picking her…”

“Bebe is really just a team full of dancers that know how to attract women-”

Bada smirked picking up all the little comments she was hearing from around the arena, but ultimately focusing on her girl tearing up the stage in front of her. The battle ended and as soon as she was done dancing, Y/n blinked and was back to her sweet self. Sparkly eyes and a bright smile taking over, the second-oldest Bebe member turned to her members who all embraced her in a giant hug, squeezing her and squishing her face, cooing and awing at her.

“Unnie- how dare you dance like that! You’re just a baby!” Minah joked while holding Y/n’s face in her hands, causing the rest of the team to laugh and tease her. The winner was announced, and when the judges all held up team Bebe’s blue card, the members stormed the stage and cheered on their member once again. When Y/n had to go over to Deep and Dap and place the loser plaque on their board, she made sure to thank Gooseul and shake her hand. She returned to her team and they all made sure to pat her on the head or shoulder, showing their final bits of appreciation for their baby-unnie.

“Isn’t Y/n one of the oldest?” JJ turned to Mina after watching Bebe act affectionately toward her.

“Yeah- it goes Bada then her then the others… why?” the DnD leader questioned.

“She just seems so young… and they all treat her like their baby- I would’ve guessed she was the maknae” the expressive girl seriously remarked in an entertaining matter, genuinely surprised at how old the other dancer actually was.

When Bada and Redlic faced against each other, Y/n was interested to see how it would turn out seeing as Redlic didn’t really seem to be on her game today. The second oldest Bebe member was used to the blonde being a pretty good dancer and decent at improv, so her performances today were really disappointing and confusing. Y/n lost interest after Redlic’s second spin around, but then got all up in Bada’s face putting her hands all over the tall dancer, getting more of a reaction out of her team member than her.

“What was that…” Y/n and Lusher were side-eyeing each other, not liking the interaction at all. the younger of the two being the only one to know about the leader’s and second oldest’s true feelings for each other, was a huge supporter of them- even though everyone else thought she was delusional.

“Unnie how are you not losing your shit right now…” Lusher mumbled, eyes trained on the blonde dancer still all up on Bada. when she didn’t get any response, the younger member looked over and was immediately shocked by the expression Y/n had. An icy glare and condescending smirk took over her features, hinting at the slightest bit of disgust. When Redlic’s turn was over Bada’s music started playing and her body immediately reacted to the beat. She walked around a bit to really get into it, turning to meet her teammates’ gazes briefly. She makes eye contact with Y/n, who has a very serious (and lowkey scary) expression

“Eat her up… or I’ll kill you” The other members struggled not to react to the out-of-character comment and keep up their hype, but Bada was completely unphased. While others only saw the refreshing side of Y/n, Bada got to experience just how serious and sometimes vicious the girl can get (especially when threatened). So instead of having an internal panic like the others, she just smirked slightly and continued to get in the groove.

Bada began dancing hitting every mark and beat, facials on point, and truly getting into the rhythm of the song. It was like the music was inside her with how easily she reacted. Her team’s screams and cheers carried her through the rest of the performance and the second her music ended she circled back around to her team, stopping at Y/n who stood with a satisfied smile. They all stood together as they awaited the results, the leader standing tall and relaxed with her arm draped over the second-oldest member’s shoulders. Y/n stood intimidatingly with her arms crossed, glaring at the other team until Bebe was once again announced as the winner. Her eyes quickly lit up and her smile returned, turning in Bada’s hold to wrap her arms around the older girl’s waist.

“I wasn’t worried at all, but I really hated watching her dance…” she mumbled into the leader’s chest, who just laughed loudly and patted her head before squeezing her tightly. Bada placed the loser plaque onto Mannequeen’s board and calmly strutted back over to her team. She took her place next to Y/n who leaned into her side with a pout, causing the older to roll her eyes and chuckle before wrapping her arm around the younger girl again.

“You’re never this pouty- what’s up?” the leader whispered gently, playing with the ends of the other girl’s hair

“I just don’t like watching people dance with you like that… it’s annoying” Y/n mumbled, still pouting with arms slightly crossed. Bada tried to stifle her laugh and avoid teasing her teammate, but she honestly couldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

“Ayyyye… are you jealous?” the leader tried to tease and get a reaction out of her, hoping to see the younger dancer blush

“Yes! I didn’t like that…” Y/n admitted, not meeting the older girl’s eyes which were now boring into the side of her head. Bada tilted her head, a bit shocked at the statement and how open the younger was being. She was used to Y/n’s honesty, relying on it often, but the girl was never really open about her own feelings. She looked after the team with a gentle, motherly aura, allowing the girls to tease her and baby her in order to feel more relaxed. Y/n never seemed tired or upset when practices were harder than usual, so in all honesty, it was rare to see the girl in a mood like this. Bada knew the pout was mostly for show, but she could tell how serious Y/n was about being jealous. 

“Don’t worry, you’re my only baby…” She squeezed her shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head before looking back toward the next set of dancers who were preparing to battle. Y/n’s eyes went slightly wide as she glanced over to the leader and her pout was broken after seeing the light blush on Bada’s face. She huffed out a soft laugh and snuggled back into the leader’s side, the rest of her team sitting behind them smiling with love and adoration at the two.

permanent taglist: @uwulyn @luvjanexx @randomhoex @1luvkarina

[cottonundiestf]

Plain Jane (Attribute Theft, BE, Altification)

She hated that her parents named her Jane. They didn't know they were signing her up for torture. They didn't know Jane Gray would grown into an exceptionally plain young woman, turning the name she grew up with since childhood into the perfect insult. Plain Jane. Even her nickname couldn't be unique.

The eighteen-year-old finished the gauntlet of social torment that was high school and she didn't see how college was going to be any better. With her dishwater brown hair, stick-like figure, lower-middle class upbringing, and total lack of style, Jane was overlooked at best and teased at worst.

There was a big senior bonfire at the beach for graduates to celebrate their last summer before going off to college and jobs, and for some reason, Jane let her friend Danielle drag her out for one last hurrah.

When she got to the beach, everyone was having fun and barely noticed her arrival. She went to find Dani, but before she could, her eye was drawn to a gold necklace nestled in the cool sand. It had three gold moon charms of different phases, each seemingly missing a stone that should be set in it.

Jane considered looking for the owner of the necklace, but everyone was too busy to give her the time of day anyway, right? Screw it, she deserved one nice thing tonight.

She fastened the necklace around her neck as Dani, one of her only friends at school, found her. She handed Jane a drink so they could reflect on graduation and look ahead to college, an experience Jane still wasn't optimistic about.

"You're being too hard on yourself, Jane. Besides, college is going to be the perfect time to reinvent yourself."

Everyone always said that. But that was easy for Dani to say; she never had a problem standing out. She grew out of a goth look and attitude over the years, but that just left her as some kind of alt rock goddess, with her dyed hair and a collection of tattoos Jane's parents never would have signed off on at such a young age. Even her style was full of bold blacks and vibrant neons that Jane just could never pull off.

Jane wished she could be half as exciting as Dani while Dani seemed drawn to stare at her friend's new accessory. "Woah, that's a really cool necklace. Is it... um... new?"

Dani looked dizzy, her eyes starting to glaze over. "Dani? Dan—woah." The sudden wave of dizziness passed on to Jane, but it wasn't the only thing.

She felt the ripple of goosebumps across her skin as art pieces etched themselves in ink, each tattoo flooding her head with memories of tattoo parlors and songs that inspired them. It wasn't the kind of music Jane listened to, except... well, it was, right? Her and Dani traded songs and bands, sneaking out to underground concerts throughout high school. Dani was even the one to dye Jane's hair a vibrant blue before graduation.

When the sudden wave of memories and pleasure associated with her tattoos subsided, Jane finally looked herself over, realizing she didn't imagine the change. She started to say something to Dani before looking her over again.

She had fewer tattoos and piercings; if Jane had to guess, she had lost about as many tattoos as Jane gained. What's more, her blue hair was now black with a few blue streaks. She was still gorgeous though, which was why Jane was dating her.

Wait. What?

Jane was always your typical straight girl, but that's not what her memories were telling her, and it certainly wasn't what her body thought. All those nights sneaking out weren't just to go to parties. Dani and Jane had their queer awakenings around the same time, and who better to explore that with then your punk rock bestie?

Dani finally came to, seemingly unaware of what changed or the features Jane... well, stole. Unintentionally, but that was absolutely what happened. "Want to get out of here and...?" Dani just grinned.

Jane felt the sudden warmth in her cheeks and... other places. "Yeah, let's—wait. Er, sorry, but not just yet. I... want to go around and talk to a few people first?"

Dani stared at her girlfriend blankly. "...You do?"

Jane laughed weakly, coming up with a lame excuse of wanting to end things on good terms before leaving her hometown in the Fall. Dani accepted the excuse with a kiss and left Jane alone to inspect her necklace.

As expected, this had to be involved somehow. The crescent moon charm had a new sapphire set in it, leaving her with two gemless moons. Assuming she knew what that meant now...

Jane wandered the periphery of the party, looking girls from her graduating class over. She felt a little guilty for what she took from Dani, but she didn't have the same apprehensions about the girls who spent the years ignoring her.

Eventually, she spotted Lily. Everyone knew she was a social butterfly and a huge flirt, and she had the look to back it up. She had the hips, she had the ass, and as every guy on the beach could tell you, she had a perfect pair of breasts. She even had a pretty face to match, proving fate played favorites.

But fate wasn't in charge tonight. "Hey Lily! Good luck next year. Got any plans?"

The redhead looked away from the two guys chatting her up, confused by the introvert's sudden friendliness. "Hey. Um, Jane, right? Thanks! I've got a job lined up, so... er... sorry, that's just a really nice... necklace?"

No one around them seemed to notice, but Lily and Jane were falling into the same daze she put Dani under before as their realities swapped a few key details around.

There was a sudden spark in Jane's heart. Something feisty. She was always an awkward, quiet kid, but that was all over. She was the one who made herself the life of the party wherever she went. She could feel it on her tongue; flirtation was like a second language Jane was fluent in.

Jane's beanpole figure filled out, her hips flaring to accommodate a new bubble butt. Her flat chest swelled, not quite to the perfectly shaped DDs Lily has... had, but to a size where she could feel them weighing on her chest. Lily was never actively antagonistic to Jane, so she was willing to leave her some gentle curves and some perky A cups.

But she did take all she could from that stunning face. Soft freckles, high cheek bones, full lips, and some fuck-me eyes that could make a man unload his wallet.

Which was what made Jane realize what else she took: the new job Lily had lined up. Jane's awkward, unimpressive body was now made to dance and show off, and that meant she was excited for the chance to strip her way through college for some spending money. She even stole Lily's stage name, Lulu. (It wasn't Lily at her most creative, but now it wasn't Lily's at all, so that was fine.)

Lily finally came to, finishing her inspection of the new ruby in Jane's half-moon charm. Her face was so bland now, like a stock character made to fill in the background of a video game. When Jane smiled and excused herself, Lily looked around, unsure of what to do now. The poor thing would acclimate to her new social anxiety in time, and in time, Jane would adjust to the guys who kept offering her drinks.

With one charm left, Jane had an idea of who she'd use it on, but the night was young. She spent some time dancing and teasing guys from her class, reveling in the attention she lacked in her old life. This was almost perfect.

But perfection was Melody Morgan.

"Jane? No fucking way. That can't be Plain Jane."

Interrupting Jane's dancing, a blonde in a teeny bikini glared at her. Melody was your classic rich bitch, with the best toys, the most popular boyfriend, and a pair of fake tits bought by daddy as a graduation gift to add on to her natural beauty. All those blessings and she still chose to spend the last four years tormenting Jane.

The guy Jane was dancing with, Melody's boyfriend, Tristan, looked at her in confusion. "Plain Jane? Are you feeling okay, babe?"

"Hush!" She pulled her fingers across her lips like a zipper, and Tristan's voice cut out like he was muted. "I don't know what kind of trick this is, but... HEY! You took my necklace!"

Jane blinked, realizing what had happened. The charm necklace was Melody's. And with it, there came the realization that Melody's nice things weren't blessings; they were magic.

The realization dawned on her: what if this wasn't the first time Melody used magic to steal the luster from other girls?

"You little twerp. I'm going to turn you into the toad you are, then I'll take my... my neck..."

Melody was so arrogant, she didn't realize she was staring into the charms, falling under the power of a very pissed off Jane.

There was an element of intent with stealing from people, Jane realized. She wanted half of what made Dani so bold. She wanted most of Lily's beauty and allure.

But she wanted everything from Melody. The bitch didn't deserve any of it.

She didn't focus on herself because she wanted to watch Melody. She watched her thighs thin out and her curves flatten. The luster of her blonde hair went dull. The tact Jane used with Lily was gone as every bit of tit the bitch had, real or synthetic, dissolved until Melody's chest was as flat as the rest of her.

Looks weren't all Melody didn't deserve. Memories started vanishing, from her honors classes to her active dating history to the witchy rituals her aunt taught her when she came of age. She looked around at the beach as all the faces became strangers to the witch who was once the most popular girl in her class.

Eventually, the plain, uneducated, outsider came to her senses, looking around only to realize everyone on the beach was acting like she didn't exist. The only person who seemed amused by her was an absolute goddess rocking tattoos and long, shiny blue hair.

The guy behind the bluette bombshell had his hands all over her, disregarding the stick-figure girl. "Who's this, babe?"

The blue-haired witch grinned wickedly, filled with the elitist attitude she stole from a top mean girl. She'd stolen her rival's body, mind, and boyfriend. Dani wasn't a stickler for monogamy, and really, didn't she deserve a boyfriend and a girlfriend?

But that wasn't the only thing she took from her former bully. "I don't know, Tristan. Hey bitch, what's your name?"

It took the mundane young woman a second to even remember. "Oh, um. Jane Morgan?"

That made Jane, now Melody laugh. "Oh, Plain Jane! I knew her once, but she just sort of fell off the face of the Earth. Glad to see you've been up to nothing interesting, but this is actually a closed party."

Melody Gray fiddled with her necklace, the full moon charm now adorned with a brilliant diamond to complete her set. It sat above an almost cartoonishly large chest. Maybe she went a bit overboard, but daddy promised her a boob job, and Melody loved when every guy and girl on the beach couldn't help but stare.

The queen bee of the beach sighed, officially done with Jane. She wasn't a bully anymore; she wasn't anything. She was insignificant, and that was enough for Melody. "Run off and do... well, who cares, right?"

Jane ran off with tears in her eyes, grappling with a sense of loss she couldn't quite explain as she ran off to her unremarkable life. Melody, meanwhile, reveled in her boyfriend groping her as her new memories as the popular it girl and richest witch in town replaced a much less interesting life she was happy to leave behind.

(Thank you to my Sugar Patrons for helping me with another fun poll of suggestions! There was a tie, so that means you get attribute theft AND altification! The model used goes by Riae! Find ways to support me as a Sugar Patron on my Discord!)

[lookismstuff]

Highlights of Ep 482

SPOILERS ALERT

tw: violence, child abuse

"Now I will reveal my darkness. You’re not gonna blame me like a fool and cry. I’m gonna take back what I lost..." - Lucia, "Lunar Phase"

After a series of failed curative attempts, Vin’s mom took him from Seoul to the male shaman in Cheonliang in order to cure his eyes.

The shaman and his team immediately performed the exorcism with goat as sacrifice. Vin’s mom spent a lot for this ritual. Vin’s mom was yelled at for being insincere in her prayers and began praying in earnest.

A little boy was used as the sacrifice in order for Vin to “heal”. He had six fingers in each hand and six toes in each foot. He was stripped naked, tied, and stoned to death.

The villagers treated Vin and his mom with either creepy welcome or open suspicion as to why they left Seoul and came to Cheonliang. Some of them accused Vin’s mom of being a “loose woman” who probably had her son out of wedlock.

Meanwhile, the fraudulent shaman secretly lusted after Vin’s mom.

That night, Vin’s mom woke him up and they both tried to escape the village to no avail. The shaman had stopped the selling of bus tickets in the name of the “Child God” and instructed the ticket seller in advance.

Vin’s mom reported the stoning of the child to the local police station and showed the photo in her phone but instead her phone was taken by the officer on duty, again in the name of the “Child God”.

The bewildered mother and son took a taxi, but even the taxi driver took them back to the Shaman’s house and every other cult follower waited for them there.

From then on Vin and his mom lived in misery and captivity where their every activity was being watched and Vin began calling his life hell.

Not long after, Vin woke up to find his mom dead, hanging from the rafters in his dark room.

After that and since the stoned kid ran away, it was Vin who replaced the stoned kid as the sacrifice totem for the Shaman’s rituals to erase bad luck. He was stripped naked in freezing winter, he was also kicked and mistreated in every possible way.

People came and stare at Vin’s eyes during these (fraudulent) rituals, as he was splashed with animals’ blood to symbolize the driving away of bad luck.

It was then when Vin had his meager meal after a ritual, he met another kid, dark skinned and wrapped up warm. This kid is TAEJIN, the only son of the shaman.

Taejin offered Vin some meal (burger from a certain fast food brand) and was kind to Vin and asked if he felt cold. He even promised to clothe Vin once he became a shaman. Because Vin was his. (Edit: I was mistaken about this earlier. I thought he only meant to save Vin).

Taejin’s life was the opposite of Vin’s because, even though Vin was allowed to go to school, stones were thrown at him and he was called a Monster every day.

Vin tried to stab his polycoria eye once because he was sure it was the source of all of his unhappiness (there’s a photo of his family of three on the table, his parents and him). It’s implied that probably his father was gone (but I’m not sure). Crying in desperation, little Vin wondered what did he do wrong.

Fast forward to Vin’s middle school days where he kept beating people up and grew his hair long to cover his eyes. Kids avoided him in the corridors, whispering that he hated handsome guys because of his inferiority complex.

That day, Vin passed Taejin by in the school corridor but they both said nothing to each other, all traces of their childhood interactions had vanished.

As he pretended to sleep in his classroom, Vin thought he was glad to be alienated, at least nobody came closer.

Rumors reached the school of a monster who lived in a cave in the mountains.

One night, Vin was dragged to work for the shaman again and this time he was stripped naked… and was paraded in the street in front of his schoolmates, while Taejin was sitting far ahead with his shaman father.

From shame and pain, Vin ran away crying to the mountain, begging the Monster of the Cheonliang Mountain to come and kill him instantly.

But a young man came out of the cave, instead of a monster.

This man would in turn become Vin’s future teacher. The King of Cheonliang: YOOK SEONGJI.

[sensei-venus]

Baby Talk- (Hawk x Shy!Chubby!Reader) (1/2)

(Unedited) (Shy!Chubby!Reader, Sam and Miguel are married and have a son, Reader is married to Hawk)

The sound of cooing and garggling filled the new Diaz living room. Sam smiled as Reader giggles at the newest addition to their family. Reader couldn't help but run a finger over the baby boy's cheek, his lightly tan skin peeking out from his swaddle. He whimpered before throwing his hands up in an attempt to flail. Gummy mouth opened with a wide yawn that had both women awe at him.

“Sam he so cute! I can't get over how adorable he is.” Reader’s eyes practical sparkled as she looked down at the baby in Sam’s arms. He was only about two months old now. Reader was so excited after Sam invited her to come over and meet the baby for the first time. With a small smile, she gently held the baby out towards the chubby woman.

“Would you like to hold him?”

Reader flushed a little saying “Oh-um are you sure you want me to hold him? What if I make him cry or upset him-” She babbled for a moment. Her eyes went from Sam to the baby. Sam nodded before slowly laying the boy in her arms. Reader quickly started to grin as she held him in her arms, right in the middle tucked in. He didn't make a peep as she started to rock him back and forth. A new feeling started to bubble in her heart the longer she held him. It was a weird feeling, something that could only be described as love and longing. Moments ticked by and the feeling ate away at her heartstrings.

“So have you talked to Hawk?”

“Hum? About what?”

“About having a baby.” Sam laughed lightly.

Reader sputtered as she stopped rocking the almost completely asleep baby. Warmth radiated all over her body at the statement.

“W-what do you mean a baby? Why would I be talking to him about a baby.” the words seemed to spill from her lips. Sam cocked a brow at her reaction. Crossing her arms she mused “Oh come on Reader, you and Hawk were together for a year now you have been married for two. I know that look, you want a baby. I can see it in your eyes, are you guys trying?” it was a very simple question.

Reader was never one to hide things from her friends and especially such a close one, like Sam. Reader looked over at her “No not really, I mean we….we don't always use protection all the time so there is always a possibility. But we aren't actually trying right now. We have talked about kids before and agreed we both want them one day but it's never gone past that I guess.” her voice slowly cut off as she looked back down at the sleeping baby. Eyes full of wonder and longing now.

Sam felt bad, watching the other girl look so lovingly at her son.

“Maybe you should ask him about it. I don't see why he would have a issue with it. I mean it is Hawk after all.” Sam rolled her eyes. Reader gave her a questioning look.

“Oh come on all I hear from Miguel and Demetri is that he loves kids.” she was met with silence and a dumbfounded look. Reader really did have no idea what she was talking about.

“When we were in school Demetri brought it up once. Back when Hawk was having his ego phase in Cobra Kai and me and Demetri where in Miyagi-do. He told me all kinds of stories about how Hawk always talked about wanting kids when he got older. Apparently, Demetri caught him planning out a whole timeline for kids, he even had baby names picked out.” she laughed a little before carrying on “ Even now though Miguel always comes home telling me about how much he talks about the kids at the dojo. How proud he is of them. About how he can't wait to train his own kids.”

Reader blinks in surprise at the new found information. Hawk did talk about his students at the dojo a lot. But she never heard him mention anything about his kids, about training them in karate. She thought about all of the times he mentioned them in passing. Maybe she overlooked some of the subtle hints he was trying to give her.

Her cheeks started to warm up “Do you really think he wants kids now? It's just that he's never come right out and said anything. You know him, he's not afraid to say what he wants…” she said thinking about how hot-headed and vocal her husband was. If he had something in his mind he would say it with little hesitation. It was just one of his many habits. Suddenly Sam’s hand found Reader’s and gave it a kind tap. Trying to give her a little comfort.

She understood that it was a huge decision, an important conversation. Discussing having a baby was a big step in any relationship no matter where they were. It did my matter where you were in life, having a baby was intense. 

“Please Reader, just ask him. It won't hurt to just ask if he's ready to start trying.”

Reader chewed at her bottom lip but still smiled at the new idea. Sam was right, there was no real harm in asking. The worst thing that could happen was that he would say no and they could just wait to start trying for a while. However, the idea of him now saying no to the idea did hurt her just a little bit. Maybe she really did want to start trying for a baby. So many thoughts started to run through her mind. Suddenly all of her nerves were on edge.

Sam could almost sense the change in her body language. With little thought she chimed in saying “Because I would love for you guys to give this little guy a new playmate. Hopefully in the next year or two, wink wink.” she giggled which helped pick up the mood. Reader gave a laugh at the idea.

Maybe she could work up the nerve to ask her husband if they could start trying for a baby soon.

[insertlovelyperson]

What do you think each Quarry counselor's favourite genre of music would be?

Emma - It’d be a mix of pop, female rappers, and show tunes. When you hit shuffle on her playlist, you never know exactly what you’re gonna get. One of the billboard top 100? Perhaps. The main theme to Interstellar composed by Hans Zimmer? Also very likely.

Nick - “Relaxing Sleep Music, Calm Music, Yoga, Sleep Meditation, Spa, Study Music, Rain Sounds”  as found on YouTube (8 hours long)

Jacob - He’d claim to be a fan of rock music, but then he’d show you his playlist, and it’s all just swag rock.

Kaitlyn - Is actually a fan of rock music. Kind of a ‘rock snob’ as she will only listen to the old bands—scoffs at Jacob’s playlist. I could see her getting pumped to some ACDC, Queen, and Grateful Dead as she gets ready each morning.

Abi - 80s hair metal. One of her parents would play their favorite bands for her growing up, and she just attributes it to some good memories (she thought her mom was going to leave her dad for Jon Bon Jovi and used to cry herself to sleep over it). But I think if you asked her, she’d  lie and say she listens to whatever’s on the radio.

Laura - This woman had an emo phase in middle school. I can FEEL it. I think she’d listen to a lot of alternative music, and a big chunk of her playlist would be all the greats she listened to back in the day (i.e. MCR, early FOB, P!ATD but only the albums Ryan Ross was there for).

Ryan - Like Laura, I think he’d be into some alternative bands, but lean more toward metal and punk (rather than pop-punk). Lana Del Rey would be his secret guilty pleasure. 

Dylan - He’d be into some experimental, indie music. He just looks like the kind of dude to be like, “You listen to music with words in it? Let me put you on to some new shit,” and then just plays you an album of poly-rhythmic synth-jazz where every song is fifteen minutes long, and you just kinda have to nod along so you don’t hurt his feelings.

Max - Country. Or more specifically, CUNTtry. Just a bunch of women singing about how they’re gonna murder their abusive, cheating husbands. It makes him feel powerful.

[jellyishi3s]

Valeria headcanons (cuz I love her.)

TWS: talks of toxic parents/household, misogyny, talk of some sac-religious topics, drugs but nothing explicit, cartel related things, honestly nothing explicit but just talks of violence in general. Idk i think that’s it, I’m sorry if I’ve missed anything. If i did let me know!

I love this women so much lmao. Speaking of love lets talk about familial love and relationship. I’ve seen a lot of people say Valeria has daddy issues… she definitely does not lmao. No but it all honesty, she most definitely has mommy issues. Her and her mom, can never have a genuine conversation without getting into an argument, or they just act civil, which is usually just them ignoring their ever growing problems with each other. Alejandro mentioned Valeria having brothers briefly, now i don’t know how many she has but I’m assuming somewhere between two or three. She loves and hates them. Now pulling some information from my own family(extended) and patterns I see in my own community. Hispanic mothers tend to absolutely baby the men in the family, especially their sons, if they ask to go out on a school night they’ll usually say yes, even when they haven’t done their chores or are failing classes. But as a daughter… no. It’s a no. You’ll actually end up doing their chores and than be told you need to do better in school even though you only got a B. The double standards are crazy sometimes. And this most likely what contributed to Valeria’s strained relationship with her mom. Her relationship with her brother’s are good though, but they do piss her off, mainly because of that double standard. I think she’s either the second oldest or middle child. She loves her dad, and grandma. Daddy’s girl, I think her father definitely was the more laid back parent. He spoiled her and definitely was excited when her mom was pregnant, and they found out it was a girl. She loves her grandma, she sometimes wonders how such a sweet woman could make her mom. Her mom probably saw too much of herself in Valeria, but also so much of what she’s not.

Friends. Valeria to me, seems like she has one maybeee two, really close friends. She did really well in school, always excelled, loved the competition of it all. She did sports in school, probably looked up to her brothers and tried following in their footsteps, she did soccer (football), swim team, cross country, and did boxing even though her parents said it wasn’t lady like. Her best friend since like fourth grade, would come to all her sport meets. They were really close, they were in all the same classes up until high-school, they talked shit about their parents or kids at school, they skipped school, caused trouble; because I just know Valeria probably pranked one or two teachers but in very personal and targeted ways, she never got caught. Honestly her and her best friend, had a homoerotic friendship. Lmao.

I didn’t grow up in Mexico but I visited quite often as a kid, and it’s no surprise that most people there are very catholic. (It’s next too impossible to find tampons sometimes, and you can thank purity culture and religion for that.) Take that in mind. I don’t think she had internalized homophobia, but she genuinely thought of it as a phase of sorts… It was not a phase. Her and her best friend would kind of experiment together, they kissed, made out, lingering touches, but they never went further. Valeria, had kissed a few guys in high school, but when she kissed her friend, it felt right you know? Valeria at some point did fall in love with her best friend, she never admitted to herself until her best friend started dating some mediocre guy. She was low key hurt and honestly jealous. Said mediocre guy and her best friend got married a few years after they graduated high school. Valeria went to the wedding, and while she had convinced herself what they did was just dumb teenage experimentation, she felt very bitter sweet seeing her friend get married to this guy.

Speaking of relationship. Valeria probably dated quite a few guys, but none of them ever made her feel a real type of connection. She also didn’t like a lot of them because didn’t like her taking control, or being so ambitious. (I mentioned Valeria did good in school and was probably the more competitive type; adding onto that she definitely had a passion for politics, and the intricacies off it, I think she wanted to be a politicians, but I bet her mom and brothers kind of just wrote her off about it.) So the men she dated definitely didn’t like how she was so ambitious and dominate both in and outside their relationship and bed. She didn’t take shit from anyone and that included the guys she dated or slept with. if she wanted to be on top or the one in control in bed, and their egos were too fragile for that, she would leave them high dry. Honestly sex with men felt… okay to her. Like she definitely tried to be more submissive and try things they wanted to do… yeah she never finished. Also men’s ego’s and how they viewed her and women were a major deal breaker and turn off, the minuet a guy made misogynistic, comment, that relationship or date ended quick. Honestly for a long time she lied to herself, saying she likes men but just has high standards. Now Maria (Valeria’s actor) said Valeria and Alejandro definitely had something but she also stated she’s not sure if Valeria was in love with Alejandro or she hat plain likes women. Maria also stated the reason why Valeria betrayed the military and became an enforce for La Arana and than became El sin nombre, is because she was treated worse than her male counter parts in the military, so keep that in mind.

Alejandro. Honestly i think Valeria actually did like, or at the very least felt attracted to him. She definitely thought if she was going to date a guy it would be Alejandro. I think both of them had a thing for each other, it was kind of a this weird relationship that was a relationship but also wasn’t confirmed, type of thing. I think what happened was Alejandro seemed like this guy who respected Valeria and her ambitions, and she liked that, she liked how he didn’t mind letting her have control but at some point, Alejandro said or did something, that just reinforced that its really is all men. She wasn’t heartbroken, but she probably felt betrayed in a way. After Alejandro, I think she came to terms that she really just liked women. Her first time with a woman was early on, when she became an enforcer for La Arana. It was this other woman, one of few, and she didn’t really know how to go about asking or telling if she was also into woman. She was honesty and blunt, she straight up just asked the other woman “you into women?” And by Valeria’s surprise. She was and you know what happens from there. She was actually a little nervous to have sex with a woman, just because she never knew how two women did it and because she was coming to terms that she was a lesbian. Valeria’s a quick learner, so she kind of just watched a bunch of porn video’s to get an idea of what to do. After she left her hook ups place, she kind of had like that realization, that she really was attracted to women. Valeria also figured out what it was like to actually enjoy sex. Yeah she got around after that.

Military. Okay so like I stated before, Valeria was probably seen as less than, compared to her male colleagues. But also I think in general throughout her life she was seen as less than her brothers, her class mates, her boyfriends etc… I think she joined the military because it’s a stable job, it makes decent money, but I also think, Valeria thought the military would be about your skills, about your capabilities, she thought it had nothing to do with gender. Oh. Was she wrong. The misogyny, the machismo, the cat calling, the condensation. She tried ignoring it, and just tried to prove herself, but she probably learned pretty quickly, that some guy with half her skill and capabilities would surpass her. The time in the military actually altered her brain chemistry. She was never one for just taking shit from others, and that strengthened and solidified even more. She wasn’t scared to argue or to even get physical with a guy who made a remark. She was probably a little more… idk lenient? With higher commanding officers. But even than sometimes, they’d mansplain or be condescending towards her, she’d just passive aggressively smile at them. Her brothers are in the military and in a way I think, she wanted to prove to her mother she was just as good or better than her brother’s. But when she saw, that a man with half her qualifications were always advance quicker and higher than her, she became an enforcer. Now I’m not an expert on cartels, but cartels have nothing to do if you’re a woman or a man, its about how good at business and how much power you hold. Valeria liked that. She probably became something like a right hand man, or something of higher authority. Now I don’t know what happened for La Arana to essentially fall, but it was probably a mixture of poor business and a lot of paper trails or something. Valeria saw what happened and how it could’ve been prevented. It was most likely already a failing thing, with a mediocre past time. Valeria was steps ahead, she had a plan she ended up convincing most if not all of the enforcers and made a deal with the enforces that were apart of her military unit. She had a plan, she had everything figured out, and she already had people who were helping her build something better. She was smart and and calculating about it all, and that’s why she succeeded. But also I think one thing many look over is her capability to be cruel.

I think some people forget, just how cruel and violent cartels are. And maybe because, we saw Valeria just shoot and get it over with, so it doesn’t really register but… Unfortunately, she probably has done worse, and she needed too. There’s a few big cartels in Mexico, and if she wants to expand and have respect. She has to prove she’s just as unforgiving as them, so you know, interrogations, probably get a lot messier than what we saw with soap. I think to be able to do those things or to give the okay on t0rture, you definitely have to already have some sadistic tendencies. Like you don’t just randomly abandon a piece of your humanity or morals, that is something you have to accept or come to terms with before even acting on or doing. So Valeria probably had known, or come to terms that she could kill without much remorse. She’s not scared to get her hands dirty, and that’s why she has succeeded, that’s why the men who work for her respect and follow her. I think part of her cruelty is this need to prove and show, that she is better than them, and they can’t deny that. Cruelty is a necessity in cartels, and Valeria, understood that, and probably had little to no qualms about that aspect.

Valeria is honestly the epitome of “I support women’s rights and wrongs.”

Tattoos. Okay so Valeria’s tattoo’s actually tell you a lot about out her. Now I didn’t do super in depth research but this what I did find. So one is she believes/follows Santa Muerte. Which for those who don’t know is considered like the grim reaper, or lady of death. Now it’s not an official religion, or religious figure in Mexico, but she is still consider a saint or deity of sorts for those who believe. Santa mureata is kind of controversial, because many cartel members believe in her, and it gives her this kind of dark or cult like vibe. But like most religions, people have used her as a way of justifications of things or symbol for something that is not accordance to the religion. (Now my grandparents immigrated to the US from Sinaloa, and as a kid I would go there, and Sanata Murete is popular there. My family doesn’t believe in it, but I was taught about it and I’m kind of trying to remember so if I get anything wrong apologies.)

So Santa Muerte is not necessarily bad, she represents the acceptance of death, but also to bless you from dying a painful or violent death, wealth, good health, safe delivering to the after life, healing and probably more but I forget. Now while Santa Murete is often celebrated by those who are lgbtq, in sex work, or just had or have/had struggled throughout their life. Valeria might have it because it’s become some what of a symbol among cartels. Valeria has two Santa muerte tattoo’s, both of them have the initials KW on them, but I couldn’t find anything relating to that, so I’m assuming its an initial for name? Valeria also has a rose tattoo, with shackle on it, now, this is actually a popular tattoo among Russian prisoners. It represents someone who was either incarcerated before 18 and can symbolize rising up from oppressive forces or people. The general consensus I could find about the tattoo that it means to basically rise above oppression. She has a snake tattoo with a dagger stabbing it which can represent triumph, bravery, and over coming demons, or obstacles. She also has two scorpion tattoos, now scorpion’s can symbolize many things. In general they are a symbol of strength. Within Mexican and Cuban gangs and cartels, in particular, the tattoo indicates the wearer is a contract killer or enforcer. Valeria tattoo themes surround, overall strengthen, overcoming oppression or obstacles she has faced in her life. She most likely wears the Santa muerte tattoo as a form of worship in a way, but because she has initials combined with it, she might be of done in a memory of someone. Anyways she looks hot.

Alchol, she loves and hates it. Coming from a Hispanic household, and family in general, I have never met a Hispanic who doesn’t drink, unless they’re alcoholics and in recovery. So she probably drinks, but never to the point where she’s drunk. She likes really anything, but rarely drinks hard liquor though. Beer and wine she likes. Oddly loves cheap wine, and liquor but can’t stand cheap beer. She prefers Modelo’s, reminds her of how her dad would let her sip or try a little, when she was a teenager.

NSFW— I for the life of me can not see this woman, being submissive. Maybe she’ll let you top, but she’s in control, honestly will somehow edge you more than herself. Lmao. She gets off on seeing you cry tbh. I think she can be gentle and sweet and loving in bed, but that’s very intimate to her, so I think you’d have to be her lover. If you’re a random hook up, pfffttt… good luck, you‘ll feel sore, everywhere. Honestly into a lot of rough, and kinky things, she a sadist, and isn’t going to lie about it. Will do aftercare though, 100% even if you are some one night stand. She’s kind of quiet when she does aftercare with a hook up, but with her lover, she’s just going to casually, talk to you, about anything as she cleans you up rubs you with lotion.

She smells like vanillin and sandalwood, just naturally.

I think Valeria likes to dress more gender neutral, very, simple but expensive clothes she can replace. She doesn’t flaunt her money or spend it needlessly. She’s good with money in general. She does spend her money but within reason, and quietly. Probably more of an asset and stocks person.

I think her family knows what she does, but it’s not spoken about, they have very mixed feelings about it. Her mom actually showed her some semblance of actual concern for once. Valeria had VERY mixed feelings about that.

NSFW— one day at church (she’s catholic like canonly) Valeria and this one girl kept like looking at each other, you know where you stare at the person until they catch you looking? Yeah that. After mass, and everyone left, Valeria fucked her in the pews. Valeria had to regrets.

Valeria is honestly confused about how she feels about religion, despite practicing it since she was a kid. She believes in god but hates the church, but yet, still very much goes to church and practices Catholicism. She also knows she can’t atone for her sins but in some way it brings her peace and like some semblance of stability. But she also can’t stand the Catholic Church. She honestly doesn’t know how to feel about it, so she kind of just doesn’t think about it anymore.

Now, she doesn’t hate white people, but she definitely has mixed feelings towards them, since they’ll come to vacation in Mexico, or buy a vacation home for cheap, and than the start of gentrification starts. She has a particular mixed feelings towards white Americans, she knows not all of them believe in the whole build a wall and all Mexicans are criminals, thing, but.. she just can’t help but just feel kind of… annoyed? Not saying she wouldn’t have a white partner, but she definitely would want to know your views for sure.

Her opinions on cartels before she became who she was a grey area. Cartels to her are honestly just another way of making money. She knows how many workers are exploited in Mexico and the US, and for what? To take home maybe 200 dollars, if that, after a ten hour work day? To her drugs are honestly a long term business. For centuries, people have used drugs, of some sort. It makes money, and a lot of it. Now most cartels usually give back to the community, whether its simply a tactic or because they genuinely want to give back, they help the community. Now that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have it’s negatives, or consequences, and domino effect. So it was a mixed bag for Valeria, but she believed, a win is win.

Not everyone likes the cartel and she doesn’t blame them, she’s not the type to kill those who speak ill about her. Now wether you cause problems or not is different.

Had a emo phase in middle/high school

Loves painting her nails, and manicures, hates cuticles with a burning passion.

Had a crusty white dog growing, up. It died when she was in her early twenties, and she’s actually never had a dog since.

She was a weird kid growing up, like she was tomboyish but that’s not weird. She just liked being in the dirt by herself for HOURS, digging up worms or random insects.

She confused v@gina and p3nis. Like she thought her brother’s had v@gina’s and she had a p3nis. She thought this like up until she was 12. Lmao.

History nerd. Also watched Naruto, one piece, and sailor moon a lot growing up. Dressed up as Sasuke one year for Halloween.

Selena, Menudo, and Juan Gabriel. We’re her favorite artist to listen to growing up. Had a crush on Selena and Beyoncé.

Valeria is tough, she can take a hit, she can fight. She was in the military, and a cartel boss, she’s seen something’s, and been through something’s. But she swears to god, nothing gives her more trauma or anxiety than those bounce houses. She was fighting for her life at family gatherings and all the parents did were laugh it off. This is just for some reason a universal experience for Hispanic and Latino children, I literally can not tell you why.

Hitched hiked once.

Has a weird fear of deer?

Her dad keeps her graduation picture in his wallet.

At her communion she drank too much wine, and had to swallow her vomit because of how bad it tasted to her. Also she received ten rosaries, three cross necklaces, two pairs of cross earrings and a cross bracelet. She has them all still.

Had a pet hamster, treated him like it was her child. Named him Julio because she got him in July… Julio is July in Spanish. She was a funny kid growing up.

Wants to get married but doesn’t really want kids. If you really want kids, she’d consider, but she also would have to think about giving the cartel over to someone else. She’s honestly wouldn’t want her child involved or even connected to the cartel so she’d probably leave if you guys decided to have children. Also, its a no to pregnancy for her.

She won’t admit it, but she has very low standards when it comes to women. She just likes women. I think she does prefer chubby girls though, and I’m not saying like oh you have a little tummy, no she like big women, she can’t explain it, she just likes ya’ll. But that doesn’t mean she’s not attracted to other body types, she loves all women bodies, she kind of has this artist and muse thing when she sees women’s bodies.

Valeria watches soap operas with her grandma still.

Omfg this was so long??? Lmao I’m so sorry. Also I’m still trying to figure out my theme and how to do everything so forgive me if it looks ugly. Also pleas forgive my grammar, and punctuation mistakes, English is my first language and I am a disappointment to many English teachers across the world. Funny enough English is my best subject and I have a 98 in my class, so I’m just a contradiction. -jelly 🪼

[demiaroacejolynekujo]

Considering that Viv names many of her girl characters/designs many of her girl characters after AFAB genitalia in some shape or form, or has most of the girls be irredeemable bitches, I'm certain she only thinks about women in an objectifying, terribly misogynistic way. But that's just me.

I've never really noticed her female characters being drawn like that. But you are right about making characters like Stella, Loona, Vaggie, and Verosika being characterized as bitchy. I've heard that Vaggie's character is based on racist stereotypes about Latinas (correct me if I'm wrong) even though Vivziepop herself is Latina.

The whole "she thinks of women in an objectifying, terrible misogynistic way" thing is giving me "pick me"/"I'm not like other girls" vibes. And as someone who had an "I'm not like other girls" phase when I was in late middle school-high school, that sort of mentality is usually deeply rooted in internalized misogyny. I deadass thought I was better than other girls because I like alt music and nerdy things. And to be honest, it basically bled into the "nice girl" and radfem/TERF territory before I was able to snap myself out it sometime before COVID. happened.

But yeah, it is still just strange to me that Vivziepop, a woman, poorly writes female characters.

[royrockstone]

Some of these ig :)

Roman + 😃 , 🐈 , 🎡 , 🎭

Kendall + 📿 , 🧡

Shiv + 🐈 , 😨 , 🌘

I hope I'm doing this right, I usually don't do these hc/ask game things but I just finished honesty and it was delicious so...

(also sorry for making you think about roman being happy)

Roman

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

omg this is tough... ty for apologizing bc this is a hardship...

i think roman thought of logan as the font of all happiness. i think, after logan's gone-- it's not that roman stops being able to feel happy or that the world has gone grey or whatever-- it's more that he can no longer trust the feeling of happiness, if it doesn't come from logan. i think logans death so subtly but completely unmoored him that happiness would start to feel wrong or traitorous.

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

i mean why write a hc in a tumblr post when could've had a dog exists.

buuut i think roman probably shouldn't have a pet because he is just not responsible. BUT he would be capable of lavishing tremendous love on one periodically, if there were one in his life. i could see him being in a semi-sham relationship with a woman where neither of them is at all happy, and delaying the breakup bc she has like. a cute cat.

i can also very clearly imagine roman being incredibly emotional and irrationally angry about his pets. like he told shiv to feed his fish while he was away at military school and then he gets back and he's like "you clearly didn't feed my fish every day they look all pale and sad this is why you'll be a terrible mother"

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

i think he's mostly a passive hobby person. going to the movies, etc. i think active hobbies feel embarrassingly earnest and also middle class to him. i could see an older roman having some kind of rich person conspicuous-consumption based hobby (collecting amusingly ugly but expensive paintings, maybe?)

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

i think a lot about the 'roman wrote a screenplay' throwaway line, and my final judgment is that roman probably has the capability to write cleverly, but lacks all the work ethic and compassion and interest in others that would make a good screenwriter. i am also a 'roman secretly wishes caroline had put him in ballet lessons' truther. i think that's for aesthetic reasons plus the vague sadomasochism of a ballet master with a troublesome student being very gerri-esque and appealing, and i don't think roman would have ever acted on that wish.

Kendall

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

im sure he had a TM phase, a Buddhist phase, maybe a Kabbalah phase back when that was a thing, but he also can't help but subordinate any belief he has to his larger belief in, like, The Market, and he lacks the commitment to stick to any one belief about the nature of the universe or his own spiritual practice.

he clearly believes in God, but not in any helpful or constructive way. he needs God in the sense that he needs the domineering presence of a belief in something overwhelmingly bigger than himself, which is why logan was able to be his godhead for a while. but he also clearly wants to believe that sins get punished and expunged, that he can have a clean slate and a clear conscience again, and he's yet to find any force that can really offer him that.

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

kendall is the only sibling who lets people get somewhat close to him, for better or for worse, and that puts people like stewy close enough to see everything that's wrong but never close enough to help him (and maybe stewy just isn't interested enough to attempt to help anymore) when kendall tried to get stewy in bed with waystar, im sure every single one of stewy's instincts were like Do Not Do This and kendall was like "dude. name one good reason why you shouldn't be i the kenny business" and stewy was like "well you have half an eating disorder and an entire coke habit, and your rickety aging family business is held together with debt and duct tape"

(i kind of want to extend my kendall pov chapter from eat what's rotten into a full fic one day, because i like thinking about stewy's view of the roy dysfunction/the collective family ed.)

Shiv

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

im team shiv resents mondale. i think she doesnt even like the image of having a dog-- nothing appeals to her about the christmas card with a big, handsome purebred. i think she internally sentenced herself to doing something nice for tom because she felt bad about something or other and next thing she knew they had a dog. i think shes disgusted by them being dumb, and undiscriminating, and messy. see again couldve had a dog

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

i think shiv is mostly afraid of germs and her father. there's a lot of talk in the show that infantalizes shiv-- the pretend post office story connor tells, 'she sees monsters from piles of laundry on the floor' or whatever, 'he built you a playground and you think it's the world'. and it feels like it's just rank misogyny, and in many ways it is, but also that language suggests something that is true. shiv has a polished adult exterior, and hides it all well, but she is, as much as her brothers, still a petrified child who perpetually thinks she's in trouble with daddy. and i dont think the people around her completely see or acknowledge that, but they are dimly aware of it.

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

insomniac shiv is very close to my heart. i like the idea that she thinks shes stronger than other people because she functions with very little sleep. like she was that person in college who was like 'ive slept five hours in the past three days and im going to a party tonight and ill have my midterm turned in before that'

[filmbyjy]

JAM OUT - seven! a very much needed explaination [written]

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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warnings: light smut but not entirely, I’m just talking about when the fwb situation started.

note: uhh this is different writing because unfortunately I did not save it anywhere before my account got deleted but hey, new writing (sort of)

you would be lying if you say you didn’t create that song for lee heeseung, the man who took your virginity. the same lee heeseung you’ve known since middle school.

yes, you knew heeseung since middle school. it was a shocker but didn’t want to tell anyone you’ve met him since then. so you kept it secret and just simply told everyone you knew him since high school.

one thing you did miss about heeseung’s middle school phase was the fact that he wore cute glasses, it adorned his chubby cheeks. you missed that but by the time high school happened.

lee heeseung was the hot topic of every grade. girls constantly lined up for him but of course heeseung never let you go. you were his one true friend out of everyone. until a little bit later, the boys came into the picture. along with yeji and ryujin. it was all great.

but falling for him was a huge mistake. you told yourself, you were not in love with him. it was impossible. not when he started playing with every girl’s heart! how could like someone so heartless.

and you did. you foolishly fell for lee heeseung. never confessing to him, watching your heartbreak left and right when he ignores you. it was painful.

painful enough for your own brother to notice. which is when jungwon devised a plan, he cant let his sister be sad. never. jake and sunoo became your distraction, all thanks to jungwon. however, you didn’t know. you simply thought they just wanted to be your friend. jungwon cant let you know that, it would break your heart.

first year of college happened and then decelis was formed. becoming a band was out of the ordinary but not exactly. not when you and heeseung were the ones who started this.

of course, in college everyone wanted to loose their virginity and you lost yours. it was all in the courtesy of heeseung. it happened on any fine normal day, one that you and heeseung grew accustomed to in your shared home.

it was warm out so you chose to wear some scandalous short skirt to classes, paired with one of your laciest underwear you had. you clearly underestimated the weather after and you were to lazy to change into something else by the time it started to get colder.

as you laid on your tummy, you moved around a little and your skirt rides up your thighs. you were sure lee heeseung was a pervert because he could clearly see your underwear.

“pull down your skirt, I can see your lacy panties.” heeseung says as he continues to type away on his phone, probably talking to some random hook up for the night.

you yelp, “what the fuck.”

“what? its a normal reaction for a boy to notice a girl’s panties are being shown.”

“uhhh no its not. moreover, you do not see me as a woman.”

“(name), you live with like hormonal boys. I am sure its a normal reaction and what do you mean we don’t see you as a woman?”

“well for one, you definitely do not see me in that light.”

“what do you mean?” heeseung sits up.

“you don’t think I’m worthy enough to be fucked.”

“(name), that’s complete bullshit.”

“then prove it.”

once you uttered those words out from your mouth, heeseung pushes you down onto your mattress. your hands on either side of your head. heeseung’s silver chain dangling just above you. the same silver chain that you gave him in middle school as a birthday present. it’s surprising to see him still wearing it after all these years.

“didn’t take you for a bratty bitch.”

“heeseung, let go.” you struggled under him.

“you wanted me to prove it, baby.” oh how the nickname gave shivers down your spin.

“i didn’t mean it literally.”

“oh really now? why does your body respond to my touch hmm? do you want me that badly?”

“no.”

“its bad to lie, babe.” your heart races a million times worst. heeseung’s eyes dripping with lust as he continues to stare down at you. your body betrays you and you whimper.

“im sorry. please, I need you.” with that, heeseung smirks. he leans down captures your lips.

part of you thought this was bad. friends shouldn’t kiss. it must’ve preoccupied your mind too much that you didn’t kiss heeseung back. he pulls away and looks at you with worry.

“you know, if you dont want this. we don’t have to do it.”

“no, its okay. take my virginity, lee heeseung.”

it was all that took for lee heeseung to actually take your virginity that night.

and apparently, he couldn’t get enough of you because he came back for more. despite not talking about it the day before. which hurt you though you knew it was a one time thing.

“lets become fuck buddies.” he asks on a random day in the living room.

you look around the living room, hoping none of the other boys were around, “what?”

“they aren’t around. I miss your body. you were the best sex partner I ever had.”

“oh so you didn’t miss me.”

“(name), you know what I mean.”

it was silent.

“fine. let’s be fuck buddies.”

there were rules implied in your sex buddy relationship. one, you were loyal to each other and no one could have another sex buddy. it seems as though you’ve underestimated heeseung because clearly, no fuckboy would keep his true words. 2 months later, the rule was long forgotten, heeseung continued to fuck around with other girls whilst fucking you on the occasion.

deep down it hurt you. it got you all mad.

and that’s when you realise…

you were falling for lee heeseung

again.

-

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[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part one {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 14.7k

"But if you play these rubes against one another to the letter of my scheme, the only ones left standing will be ready to fall in line. Only then will you be ready to proceed to the Robotnik Manifesto: Phase Two!"

Stone had read and memorized every word of Robotnik's manifesto and the rest. But it wasn't just a manifesto the doctor left behind, there was something else extremely important...

Stone was raising an eyebrow at the screen when he opened the private file. "Another one?" he muttered to himself. If so, why was it hiding with a firewall more than the other? Stone leaned back in his chair, stretched his hands and cracked his neck. He approached the computer again and tried to decipher the password. Although he expected it to be difficult, but it was the same as the other. But this time, he needed not just a password to enter the file, but also a fingerprint.

'Brilliant...'  thought Stone. It had 3 entries limit and he had to use them well. But which finger was he supposed to scan? And also, would it accept his fingerprint?

Stone took the risk and had the index finger of his right hand scan into the computer. This wasn't it. Next was the middle finger. This wasn't it either. The last entry limit left, and he didn't know what would happen next. This time the risk was big. Should he try one of the fingers of his left hand or one of the other fingers of his right hand?

After a few long seconds of staring at the screen, frowning, he made up his mind. He had the ring finger of his right hand read to the computer. The box that appeared on the screen relieved him. 'ACCESS SUCCESSFUL'

A smile appeared on his face as he opened the only text there, proud of knowing that he was the only person the doctor trusted.

"Stone, if you've made it this far, I'm sure this secret will be safe with you. You must go to the address at the end of the note, as soon as you read this."

Stone paused for a moment and took a quick glance at the address at the end of the text. The address indicated a location in New York. He went back to the line he had left off and continued reading.

"The person living at that address is my biological daughter. Even though no one, including the leeches in the government, knows about her -and she doesn't use my last name- I want you to keep her close and protect her. You must do this before anything else I told you."

Stone froze for a moment. Robotnik had a daughter? Despite working with him for all these years, he never mentioned it before. He was a little taken aback at first, but then he didn't care much. Doctor Robotnik had always been full of surprises.

The small anecdote attached to the end of the note caught his attention. "P.S.: I have no idea what she looks like. Good luck, you'll need it."

Stone wrote down the address on his phone and turned off the computer. Sitting still in the chair, he leaned back and tilted his head back. The doctor's disappearance, the government's distrain of everything, the manifesto, the mysterious girl who shows up out of nowhere... It all seemed too much for a few days, but Stone was confident that with his usual determination, perseverance and success, he could overcome all of them.

Finally the weekend had come. The teacher was putting her computer in her backpack as the students started to leave the classroom noisily. They had emptied the classroom quickly, but dozens of students' voices still echoed from the hallway and the school garden.

The teacher had carried her backpack and walked out of the classroom with tired but hasty steps. When she mingled with the crowd of students, she was barely able to get away from them. She took a deep sigh when she quickened her steps and stood out from the crowd.

As soon as she got to her car, she sighed heavily again. She was more tired than usual this week and all she wanted was to go home and rest with her cat. The young woman remembered that the moment her cat came to her mind, she had to buy him food and she should've stopped by a market before she left.

After a short grocery shopping and the road, she was able to come to her house. It was starting to get dark and getting colder. The cold wind blew towards her as if it had penetrated her bones. She pulled her scarf up to her nose. She hated the cold, as well as too much heat... While grumbling, she had packed the bags in one hand and locked the car.

The inside of the house was darker than the outside, and she sensed immediately that something was wrong. Her cat wasn't at her feet as soon as she opened that door, as he did every evening. She frowned in concern. She placed the bags in her hands at the entrance of the door and started walking with slow and cautious steps.

When she crossed the short hallway in the entrance and reached the living room, she thought she saw a silhouette in the armchair. Her eyes were narrowed, and eyebrows were furrowed. Yes, there was definitely someone sitting in the armchair.

The moment she took another step towards the silhouette, all the lamps in the room were turned on. The woman had let out a small scream at the sudden light and the effect of the stranger. Then she quickly gathered herself and looked at the owner of the silhouette. With a black suit, black shirt, black tie, black coat and black shoes; a charismatic man was sitting in front of her. While she was annoyed at the man breaking into her house with his shoes on, something else caught her attention: her cat, whom she was worried about. Her cat was unharmed and lying in the stranger's lap, snuggled up against him.

"Who are you? And what are your purpose doin' in my house? And also, why is my cat in your lap?!" she asked in a very serious tone.

"Y/N Y/LN, I suppose?"

"How do you know my name?! Answer!" she added, without breaking eye contact, taking the closest object she could find and pointing it at the man. What she was pointing at was a TV remote. Great (!).

"Ms. Y/LN, I'm Agent Stone. I'm your father's, Doctor Robotnik's, assistant and right-hand man. He gave me your name and address, I was assigned to take you out of here. You may be in danger." Stone explained. "And, your cat came into my lap when I walked in and didn't let me move. I think he realizes that I'm not a threat, unlike you think. You can put off the remote."

Y/N blinked a few times as she listened to what the man said, both from the sudden light hurting her eyes and from slight shock.

"Why didn't he come himself and sent his minion?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. For now, she had pushed every other thought aside. Then she threw the remote on the sofa and approached the agent, snatching her cat from his lap. "We'll talk about that later, Sylvester." she said to the black and white furred cat as she set him down on the ground.

Stone had the opportunity to really take a look at Y/N for the first time at that moment. The way she scream, her choice of words and tropes were almost identical with the doctor. Her height and appearance were similar to the doctor, and her face had a reminisce of him but not much. And it was obvious that Y/N had a few traits that she inherited from her mother. He let out slowly the breath he didn't even realize he was holding as the weight on his lap disappeared.

"I don't think you've ever met him before, Ms. Y/LN. And besides, the doctor is not on earth right now."

"What do you mean 'not on earth' ?"

"You can be sure I'll explain the details on the way. But now, I have to get you out of here." said Stone, and stood up and took a step forward.

"I'm not going anywhere. Au revoir! " she said, pointing to the door with one hand.

'A quite similar obstination...'  thought Stone. "Ms. Y/LN, -"

"Don't call me Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Y/LN was my mom!" Y/N snapped at him.

Stone smiled faintly at that. "How would you like me to call you? Would Ms. Robotnik be okay?" he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. It was clear that this was an obvious objection. The only reason that kept her away from this surname was her anger towards her biological father, who had not been with her even once since she was born. Stone must have noticed this because he corrected his sentence and began to speak again.

"Y/N, you're in a potential danger. You must come with me with your cat and everything you need. I promise to ensure your safety."

Y/N stopped and thought for a while. The man before her might have been right, but she wasn't suppose that anyone had thought she might be Doctor Robotnik's daughter. She turned with her shoulders and glanced at her house; a small robot laid on the floor, that she had been working on for months but has failed, coffee tables were also filled with computer, repair tools, and small gadgets. She couldn't give up on any of them.

She sighed deeply and turned back to Stone. He was looking at her without saying anything. This bearded and above-average agent, was asking her to leave behind the things that made her life more bearable. And there was something in his eyes that compelled her to be convinced...

Stone picked up the small metal piece from the coffee table near him and turned to Y/N. "I'm taking you a place that will make it easier for you to complete all of this. All I ask is, come with me and hurry up."

Y/N left the room without saying a word and went to the bedroom. She kept thinking while putting her clothes in her suitcase. Why would had she believe this mysterious agent that showed up out of nowhere? Could she trust him just because he knew her father? Was it possible that she is really in danger? Where was her father, and why had he thought of protecting his daughter after all these years? And most importantly, why did she start to tidy up while all these questions were swirling her mind?

She hesitated for a moment as she zipped up the suitcase. She was going to leave her friends, students, and home. But where? She didn't even know where to go, she unconsciously believed the words of the stranger in her living room.

But her curiosity outweighed her worries. She dragged her suitcase down the hallway and left for the kitchen to pack her cat's belongings in the other small suitcase.

Meantime, Stone was watching the cat, who was unaware of everything. He could've considered this part of his mission accomplished, because Y/N hadn't pushed too hard and caused trouble. Maybe they weren't all that much alike to the doctor, or maybe he just knew how to deal with Robotniks.

When Y/N came into the living room with distracted and confused eyes, she picked up the cat at Stone's feet. "Come on, boy, we're leaving." she said. She looked but didn't seem to see, it was obvious that many things were on her mind.

"Are you okay?" Stone asked in a soothing tone.

"Huh?" Y/N replied. The question she received drew her back to that moment. "To be honest, I was okay until two hours ago. But I have no idea how I'm feeling right now."

"I understand you. Totally. It's hard to let go of the life you're used to, but the only thing that matters right now is -"

"My safety. I know, I know..." Y/N interrupted. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the cat carrier she had dropped on the floor and looked over her shoulder at Stone. "Can you help me carry the suitcases in the hallway to my car?"

"Of course!"

The rain had begun to drizzle. Y/N was focusing at the road with full attention and listening to the agent sitting next to her. She knew her father as much as her dead mother mentioned, mostly in her youth years. What Stone describes him was much more recent. Yes, she knew from the very beginning that her father wasn't ordinary and he was a bit of cracked. But still had a hard time hiding her surprise while listening to Stone. And finally, when Stone read her Robotnik's note about her, her feelings for her father began to take a completely different form. It looked like it would keep her busy in the back of her mind for a while...

They were finally out of New York and Y/N had been driving for hours. She was just driving, not knowing where they were going. She glanced at Stone out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was fiddling with his smartwatch.

"Whe-" Y/N started, but her voice cracked from not speaking for hours. She cleared her throat slightly and spoke again. "Where exactly are we going?"

"Green Hills, Montana."

"A town? Why?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, sorry, I must've missed that detail... The exact location where the doctor disappeared is. And where I'm going to put into practice his manifesto." he explained. On the other hand, he was questioning how he had missed that. He must've been distracted.

"Hmm... Makes sense." she replied, yawning. She got up too early in that morning, very tired during the day, and the clock was approaching midnight.

"I can drive the rest if you want." Stone suggested. Neither his voice nor his face had an expression as if he needed sleep.

"There's two hours left at most, I can bear it." Y/N insisted. Of course, she didn't fully trust an agent she had met only a few hours ago. She could handle, for at least two hours, even if her body told her otherwise.

Stubbornness was definitely a genetic thing with Robotniks, so Stone didn't push it.

After a quiet ride, Y/N decided to stop at a hotel near Green Hills. She was literally unable to awake, she wanted to make their registers and sleep as soon as possible. She had rested her head on the counter for a while while waiting for an empty room at the reception. When Stone saw her in this state, the side of his lip curled slightly upwards.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I kept you waiting. I'm new around here… We have an empty room on the 5th floor with two separate beds." said the receptionist.

"Great, can I have the key now?!" Y/N asked wearily. She looked up from the counter and glared at the receptionist.

"We also have a suite with a king size bed if you -"

"Pass." she interrupted. She had pulled out the key the receptionist was holding out. Stone stopped her as she tried to use her wallet to make the payment.

"I'll take care of it." he said in a soothing tone. "And suitcases too."

Y/N didn't feel energetic enough to object to that. She left him behind and walked towards the elevator. When she reached their room on the 5th floor, she immediately threw herself inside. She sat down on the bed by the wall, took off her boots, threw them on the floor, and lay down. She felt exhausted and hoped to fall asleep quickly.

Y/N was already asleep when Stone took care of everything and came to the room. He had left the cat carrier carefully in a place by the window and opened the carrier's door. Then he left the suitcases next to it.

He straightened up and took off his jacked, placed it on the chair. Before move to the other bed, stretched and yawned. He was extremely tired too, had last slept two nights ago. He had to rest and put aside his plans and thoughts. He took off his shoes and lay on the bed.

He took a deep sigh as he closed his eyes. A busy day awaited him in the morning.

{I'm back with a brand new series and hope you like it! Part two will definitely come but I don't know when...}

[vandcrlylecrybaby]

i still owe money...

name: deryn christine adler

nickname: dare, little bird

pronouns/gender: she/her, cis woman

sexuality: bisexual (preference for women)

birthday: august 2

zodiac sign: leo ☉ | aquarius ☽ | gemini➶  

residence: queens

employment: bartender

mbti: ENTJ

enneagram: type 8w7

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

... to they money i owe

TL;DR:

trigger warnings: death, parental death, dementia, infidelity, alcoholism

deryn adler is the only child of two high school sweethearts. her dad was a middle school principal, and her mom ran this little apothecary shop in brooklyn, which is where deryn spent every second of every day she was allowed to.

when deryn was about ten years old, her mom started to act strange – erratic and forgetful, and occasionally more cruel than anyone who had ever known her thought she was capable of being. no one thought too much of it until she accidentally burned down the apothecary shop and couldn't explain what had happened. they took her to the doctor to find out that at the age of 32, she had early onset dementia. deterioration was pretty fast after that. by the time she died six years later, she had stopped remembering the strangers in her house.

toward the end, deryn's dad started to see someone else. it was, for all intents and purposes, an affair. to deryn, it was the final sign that he gave up on her mom. she still hasn't worked her way to forgiveness for that final betrayal.

she started acting out, and her dad assumed she would grow out of it. she didn't. she's spent the better part of two decades years making her best run at running her own life into the ground.

deryn is currently in the phase of regretting wasting a lot of time being angry at everyone and no one at all. she's coming around to the idea of digging herself out of the hole she turned her life into for the better part of two decades.

she drinks more than she wants to and always more than she intended. she started to humor the idea that she might have a problem sometime in the last year, but she's done nothing about it.

very much a ‘just go with it’ kind of person, even if ‘just going with it’ kind of makes her the architect of her own destruction? big fan of blaming the universe for her problems, even if it’s almost always a three-step trace back to ‘the consequences of her own actions.’

she's a loyal friend, though she doesn't always go about it in the right way. deryn has a strong propensity for making things worse when she tries to help. she burns far more bridges than she builds.

i never thought about love...

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

my life for a ride or die friendship 

equally so for someone who she used to be friends with but they had a fallout

drinking buddies

former friends (would really love someone who got sick of her generally high level of bullshit)

former coworkers (she has worked? kind of everywhere and was equally terrible at them all)

exes/flings

an almost something that felt serious and one/both of them freaked and now it’s super weird

... when i thought about home

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS:

tbd

VIBES:

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[munson-master]

At the Château | Steve Harrington x Reader

Chapter one: So I turn back the time

Summary: You haven’t heard from your family in over two weeks. Worried you return to Hawkins to find your sister dating Billy Hargrove and your family acting…well Strange. Something was wrong and you find yourself needing the help of the monster slayers that you had grown so close to.

Tags: Slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, Holloway!Reader, spoilers canon divergence, AU, takes place some point in season three

Edit: I realized I didn’t post the newer version I had typed out so there are a few new paragraphs 😬

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Stress was a difficult thing to deal with, the effects stress can have on a specific individual can have horrible outcomes.

For you, being home was stressful. Between your emotionally abusive father, your apathetic mother, and your ‘perfect’ sister, it was safe to say some time away was much needed. You had left Hawkins just a couple months prior to help your grandma who was moving to Colorado. You having to stay there for a couple months had your mother in the “my baby’s left the nest” phase even though it was only temporary. If you were being honest, you didn’t really want to go but your grandmother really needed help moving and you were the only one available since you just graduated high school and had no plans for college. You were thankful your parents weren’t pushing you to go to college, the very thought gave you anxiety. You couldn’t imagine knowing what you want for the future enough to move away and go to school for it. Right now, you are just happy to be out of high school and enjoy your time without having to worry about summer projects or high school drama

Or you know the fucking face opening nightmare fuel that killed your best friend.

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Hawkins was always a little off but in recent years with the disappearance and then reappearance of the Byers boy, Hawkins became something more ominous. You remember being distraught at the disappearance of Barb, she was one of the only girls in school that didn’t go out partying every night and you had bonded over the dislike of drinking and socializing. You were pretty close with her, there was this unspoken camaraderie being two of the quieter “nerd” types in your class. You were there to listen to her worries when Nancy started dating Steve Harrington, agreeing with her when she complained that Nancy wasn’t acting the way she used to. You remember turning her down the night she went missing, saying that you would rather eat glass than spend the night “partying” at Steve Harrington’s house with Tommy and Carol. You remember the stab of guilt at the look of disappointment on Barb’s face.

That guilt grew exponentially when she didn’t turn up for school the following day. When she went missing you felt like no one cared except for Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers. Eventually Nancy started to avoid not just you but Steve as well, spending a lot of her time with Jonathan which stung a little but wasn’t completely surprising. Barb had always been the middle woman between the two of you.

When Will Byers turned back up after they found the body in the lake questions began to run through your mind. Who was in the lake then if the Byers kid was alive? Why wasn’t anyone talking about this weird shit that kept happening?

So when you finally decided to confront Nancy and Jonathan you were immensely surprised to see Steve Harrington already at the Byers Household knocking on the door. You held back and listened a bit while they tried to get Steve to leave, only moving forward when Steve forced his way in. You stood at the doorway completely floored at the sight of Nancy pointing a gun at Steve.

“Nancy what the fuck?!” You shouted from the doorway causing both Nancy and Jonathan to whip their heads towards you. Using their surprise you quickly stepped in front of Steve, not really caring about protecting him but just wanting to defuse the situation. Steve took a smal step closer to you, his eyes never leaving the gun. Which soon went from him to being pointed at you. Your hands immediately flew up as you took a step back bumping into Steve slightly.

“Again Nancy WHAT THE FUCK?!?” You were sweating now, your hands trembling just slightly.

“Y/N you and Steve have to leave. NOW.” She was nervously shifting her eyes between the two of you.

“N-Nanc-“

“NOW!!” She took a threatening step forward just as Jonathan shouted about something being here and the lights in the room began to flicker.

Then your world fell apart.

Well, the Byers ceiling did, but with the plaster falling to the floor this monstrosity along with it you felt like you had walked into a horror movie. Steve was screaming and Nancy was shooting and you stood there frozen. You felt Steve’s hand grab yours as he dragged you with him following the other two teens down the hall. You hadn’t screamed. You hadn’t even muttered a sound. You just stared at the abomination that’s face opened with a terrifying screech. You hadn’t said a word as Nancy pushed both you and Steve out. Your feet feeling like you were trapped in cement as you watched Steve run to his car fumbling.

Steve on the other hand took one look at you and got out of his car and sprinted back. He grabbed your shoulders and gave you a shake.

“Hey hey we gotta go we gotta-“ he was stammering and you finally snapped out of the shock that overtook you.

“Steve…we can’t just leave.”

And that decision left your life changed forever.

You had become part of something much bigger than high school drama or popularity differences. You were there when Steve asked you to come find some demodog in the woods and when Will was possessed by the mind flayer. You had become closer with Nancy both of you finding comfort in each other over the loss of Barb. You spent nights talking about your future plans and current relationship troubles and life seemed to get a little more normal. The monsters in the shadows and the upside down seemed to have passed and the following year when you finally graduated and was asked to help your grandma you felt it would be a pleasant little break from the crazy that was Hawkins. It would be nice to get away from all the strange things happening in your hometown for a bit even if it was only for a little while. You had to admit you would miss the group of friends you had trauma bonded with but it was only a short while.

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The two months had passed relatively quietly. You spoke on the phone with Nancy every other night, with Steve on the weekends. When a month had passed you found yourself looking forward to those weekend calls more than you were willing to admit. Talking to Steve was always easy, he had changed so much from the King Steve you knew in high school. He had grown as a person and when that jerk persona fell away you found yourself considering him as one of your closest friends. You talked about how neither of you felt college was in the cards for your future, how his parents were pressuring him while yours didn’t even seem to know you existed. You talked about his job at Scoops Ahoy, about his coworker Robin, how he thought the two of you would get along despite him hating the idea. How he missed Dustin, how you missed Nancy. But then there were some nights where you talked about nothing at all, telling stories or debating which soda was better, talking about who came into scoops or who you thought would be better in a fight. Talking with Steve became so simple, so easy, it felt as effortless as breathing. You didn’t have to worry about what he thought constantly, didn’t have to pretend to be happy or ok. If you had taken the time to think about it you would find it really all came back to the moment he grabbed your hand and pulled you down Jonathan Byers hallway. The moment he stopped being Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington and became just a scared kid along with you.

You were still really close with Nancy, you could just tell by her phone calls she was having a rough time with the internship and Jonathan. You could hear the exhaustion on her voice, the wariness at not knowing what would be ok to share with you or not. Bless her heart really truly for always thinking of making you feel comfortable but the phone calls were coming less and less and by the time it was supposed to be your last two weeks in Colorado you hadn’t received a call in days.

You had about two weeks left of moving furniture and unpacking before heading home. The two weeks couldn’t come fast enough as you found yourself worrying over not hearing from your mom or dad or sister. That coupled with the fact that Nancy hadn’t been answering your calls either immediately lit a spark of fear deep in your chest. You knew her internship was really draining her, hell you knew exactly how she felt. She and Jonathan had gotten a job at your dad's news company as journalist interns, which you were already worried about. Your dad was kind of a dick when it came to women in the workplace. So when Nancy said she was going to apply, you warned her that he wouldn’t be nice to her just because she was your friend. That he treated you like trash so she should be ready.

Now coming up on almost 14 days of no contact your anxiety was skyrocketing. You couldn’t get in contact with those you were closest too in Hawkins and despite being there when Hopper told them it was over, that the gate was closed, dread began to creep in.

Eventually getting fed up you asked your grandma if she would be ok with you leaving early which she of course agreed to thanking you for all you had done for her. You didn’t want to admit that anxiety was overpowering any other possible reason for the lack of communication. You didn’t think of other possible reasons for Nancy to not answer or your parents. Didn’t think about how the summer came with busier days for your parents and sisters jobs. Didn’t assume it was harmless missed chances and phone calls, maybe if they lived in any other city in the world but no this was Hawkins. Even though you reminded yourself that everything was back to normal, despite yourself you knew deep down something strange was starting back up.

That unwavering trepidation that filled you, the daunting feeling of unease that had your palms sweaty and heart beating, that is what brought you back to Hawkins.

It brought you to now, where you were just pulling up to your home as you spot your sister getting out of the passenger’s side of a car you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t stop the exhale of relief that slipped past your lips at the sight of her. A bit of your concern melting away from the ice that filled your veins as you watched her for a brief moment. Before shutting your car off and pushing the door open with a little too much force. You quickly stepped towards Heather completely disregarding the man getting out of the drivers side of the car.

“Heather!! What the hell?!? I’ve been calling you guys for two weeks why the hell haven’t you answered or called back?” You question her, aggressively poking her in the chest. She slowly blinks at you, expression blank as if she doesn’t recognize you. You can’t read her expression at all and you start to worry.

“Hellooo? Your sister gets back after being gone for two months and you just stand there?? Seriously, what is wrong with you?” You wave your hand in front of her face and immediately a smile begins to form and she opens her arms for a hug.

“Y/N!! Omg you’re home early!” She pulls you into a hug acting as if the weird interaction just now never happened. Your brow furrowed as you awkwardly patted her back.

“Y-yeah you guys weren’t answering and I was worried…” you trailed off as you pulled from the uncomfortable embrace. Just as you took a step back you felt a presence behind you and a hand fell heavily to your shoulder making you jump.

“And who do we have here??” A male voice asks right behind you causing you to tense up as you turn. You come face to face with Billy Hargrove making you tense even more. What the hell was this hotheaded douche doing with your sister?

“Oh I’m so sorry babe this is y/n my little sister! Y/N this is Billy!” Heather cheerfully introduced the two of you and you can’t help but clench your teeth at the nickname she calls the taller man. Since when was she seeing Billy? And she still didn’t say why no one was answering your calls.

Before you can say anything Heather is talking again grabbing your hand and pulling you to the house. “I’m so glad you’re here, we were just about to have dinner with mom and dad.” You don’t even have time to grab your things from the car before Heather is ushering you in with Billy close behind you.

Had you been given the chance to look you would have seen the the house was in a disarray. You would have seen the blood stain on the carpet that was wrinkled, a wine bottle lying on the floor next to it.

But Heather doesn’t give you the chance to look around the home, she pulls you forcefully into the dining room and plops you down in a chair. Your mother walking in from the kitchen catching your attention before your can spot the wine stain on the table cloth, the stale food still left out from the night things went so wrong.

Your mother reacted the same way Heather did when she first sees you. That slow blink before a huge smile and exaggerated welcome homes.

“I..I thought you said mom and dad were waiting?? Where’s dad?” You look around but only see your mother, who joins you at the table just as the other two pull out their own chairs.

“Oh he had to follow up a story at the hospital so he’s running late dear. It must have slipped your dear sisters mind. It’s so good to have you home your father will be so surprised!” Your mother quickly offers up an excuse for his absence. The way they all were acting was weird. Everything in general was weird. It left a sour taste in your mouth and your stomach in knots the way Billy stared at you sending chills down your spine. You didn’t even bother asking them about lack of communication, something was wrong and you knew it.

You waited with baited breath, your eyes dropping to the table which was a disaster. Food rotting and wine spilled everything out of place and your mother just sitting there back straight smiling a huge smile sent alarms blaring in your mind. A lump formed in your throat and you felt the tell tale pinch in your nose as tears welled up.

“M-mom? What’s going on?” You slowly began to push your chair back just as your mother rose from hers, a smile still in place.

“Nothing dear, I just missed you so much! I want a hug. Please baby.” She stepped towards you as you stood quickly, shoulders tense as she wrapped her arms around you from behind. Your one hand went to cautiously pat her on the arm while your other hand gripped a fork you grabbed from the table.

Her grip on you tightened and suddenly you were being dragged backwards her arms going to hold you in a choke hold. You looked around wildly, panicked as both your sister and Billy remained seated not moving an inch to help. You saw a needle in your peripheral and realized your mom was trying to drug you.

‘What the fuck???’It took you a moment to get over the shock before you felt your self stabbing the fork into your moms arm causing her to shriek and throw you away. Your foot slipped on the carpet and you felt yourself fall forward, head colliding with the corner of the table. It didn’t slow you down as you rolled into a crouch adrenaline pumping and took off towards the front door. You hear the sound of the dinner chairs scraping against the floor behind you as both Billy and Heather lurch toward you.

There was blood dripping into your eye as you ripped the door open, having it slam into the wall with a resounding WHAM!

Once outside you ran to your car, started it and peeled out of the driveway. Billy and Heather could both be seen standing menacingly in the doorway through your rear view mirror.

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What the fuck was going on?

You had no idea what it was but something deep down in your gut was telling you that something had gotten to your family. You don’t know why but your mind recalled Will, sweating and screaming in that cabin as Joyce turned the heaters up. God you hoped you were wrong, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the steering wheel blinking back tears, your one eyes stinging at the blood you blinked through. You drove to Nancy’s, then Jonathan’s both not being home. Joyce wasn’t home either and that had your nerves spiking all over again. The last place you want to try was Steve’s but again you were met with silence when you knocked on the door.

You didn’t know what to do…who to ask.

Sitting back in your car you felt a sense of hysterical panic bubble up as your vision swam with unshed tears.

Nancy, Johnathan and Steve weren’t home, Did you call the police? And say what? that your mom, sister, and her shitty boyfriend were acting weird? That your mom had tried to drug you and you were pretty sure they were possessed but a giant shadow demon?

They’d laugh and hang up if not have you committed. You didn’t want to go to your dad's work just in case whatever got your mom and sister got him too. That left you with one option, you had to go to star court and find Steve. You assumed he was at scoops, really more like praying he was working today. Hating the fact that you had to bring him into this mess, but knowing he wouldn’t think you were crazy and would believe you one hundred percent. That you could trust him, that he would help anyway he could.

A plan finally formed: you turned out of Steve’s driveway and made your way to the mall, one hand on the wheel while the other began to wipe the blood that was drying on your face with some wet wipes you had tucked in your glove box. Your heart was still beating five thousand beats per minute, as you pleaded to whatever higher power there was that Steve would be at work, that he wasn’t possessed or whatever the hell was going on in this cursed fucking town.

You needed help.

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A/N: I’m really excited for this story and I plan to make it a long one. I definitely want to work the Russian base scene into it somewhere and it will go all the way into season 4. This will be a slow burn and I haven’t planned everything out but I was excited to start it! I hope it’s well received since I’m still so knew to writing. Any advice or thoughts are greatly appreciated. I still haven’t decided if I wanted to make this a thruple fic with Steve x Reader x Eddie or not we will see.

[vanderlylecrybcby]

i still owe money...

name: deryn christine adler

nickname: dare, little bird

pronouns/gender: she/her, cis woman

sexuality: bisexual (preference for women)

birthday: august 2

zodiac sign: leo ☉ | aquarius ☽ | gemini➶  

residence: south hills

employment: bartender at tric/ part-time cashier at nash's

mbti: ENTJ

enneagram: type 8w7

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

... to they money i owe

TL;DR:

trigger warnings: death, parental death, dementia, infidelity, alcoholism

deryn adler is the only child of two high school sweethearts. her dad was a middle school principal, and her mom ran this little apothecary shop in downtown, which is where deryn spent every second of every day she was allowed to.

when deryn was about ten years old, her mom started to act strange – erratic and forgetful, and occasionally more cruel than anyone who had ever known her thought she was capable of being. no one thought too much of it until she accidentally burned down the apothecary shop and couldn't explain what had happened. they took her to the doctor to find out that at the age of 32, she had early onset dementia. deterioration was pretty fast after that. by the time she died six years later, she had stopped remembering the strangers in her house.

toward the end, deryn's dad started to see someone else. it was, for all intents and purposes, an affair. to deryn, it was the final sign that he gave up on her mom. she still hasn't worked her way to forgiveness for that final betrayal.

she started acting out, and her dad assumed she would grow out of it. she didn't. she's spent the better part of two decades years making her best run at running her own life into the ground.

deryn is currently in the phase of regretting wasting a lot of time being angry at everyone and no one at all. she's coming around to the idea of digging herself out of the hole she turned her life into for the better part of two decades.

she drinks more than she wants to and always more than she intended. she started to humor the idea that she might have a problem sometime in the last year, but she's done nothing about it.

very much a ‘just go with it’ kind of person, even if ‘just going with it’ kind of makes her the architect of her own destruction? big fan of blaming the universe for her problems, even if it’s almost always a three-step trace back to ‘the consequences of her own actions.’

she's a loyal friend, though she doesn't always go about it in the right way. deryn has a strong propensity for making things worse when she tries to help. she burns far more bridges than she builds.

i never thought about love...

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

my life for a ride or die friendship 

equally so for someone who she used to be friends with but they had a fallout

drinking buddies

former friends (would really love someone who got sick of her generally high level of bullshit)

former coworkers (she has worked? kind of everywhere and was equally terrible at them all)

exes/flings

an almost something that felt serious and one/both of them freaked and now it’s super weird

... when i thought about home

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS:

tbd

VIBES:

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