#BECCA YOU RAT

[ramp-it-up]

ii Most Wanted Part 11: Till the Day I Die (2)

Bless the Broken Road

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: The wedding, along with the nerves, are here!

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, ANGST, FLUFF. Not much smut at all, sorry. 18 year olds heavy petting, teen hormones, talk of bad dreams, wedding day angst, thoughts of loss, lots of flufffff, 😊.

Sy and Buttercup get married! 👰🏾‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the 11th installment of II Most Wanted. These characters won't quit, so this series will be extended to at least 12 installments, but not for much longer than that. Here are the results from the wedding dress poll .

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Previous part here

May 2004

“We’re both grown ups now, Buttercup.”

Sy’s breath and smooth voice ghosted your ear as he mouthed at your neck and down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts that were threatening to come out of your bra. You shivered, causing him to pull back and check to see if you were cold because you had thrown off your t-shirt. When he saw your lust- dilated eyes, he was lost to your charms.

Sy could tell by your silence that you were in the same zone that he was in; you just couldn’t admit it.  He wondered if it was because you were trying to keep your purity, or that you wanted to give it away so badly that you couldn’t formulate words. He got impossibly harder at the thought of the latter. It was just a week after your birthday and two weeks to prom and Sy was back to begging.

He was so weak for you.

“You’re a good girl, I know it, Buttercup.”

You whimpered and kissed him hard, your lips sucking on his tongue while pulling him on top of you and between your jean-clad legs, making Sy realize that him calling you a good girl ignited something inside you. His heart pounded through his ribcage at your response.

When you parted, gasping for air, he moved again, bending his head to gently bite your nipple through your bra and continuing his assault on your mind as you ground on the bulge in his pants. Sy held your hips in his hands, slowing you down lest you cause him to make a mess in his pants.

The now familiar, alluring coil in your belly had been winding you up for a while and you were on the verge of risking it all to get some relief. You and Sy had been physical for weeks, but kissing and heavy petting was as far as it went. He would never allow you to go down on him, although you could tell he was holding back. 

His chivalry only made you want him more. But something was causing you to hesitate, despite the fact that Sy was delicious torture and temptation personified.

Tonight, however, he was begging. Artfully. And you were on the edge of giving him everything that he, and you, wanted.

“I have protection. We’ll be so careful, Buttercup. Nothing will happen. Except… except I’ll make you feel real good. I promise. Please.”

His hands moved up your torso, grasping your ribcage as he continued his rationale.

“You already know I’m gonna marry you, girl. It’s a done deal.”

You melted at his deep drawl in your ear, and his touch on your skin, but you chuckled at him, giving him pause.

“Sy…You couldn’t decide what you wanted for dinner. How do you know you want to spend the rest of your life with me? We’ve been together, what? Four months?”

Being the new girl sucked, but when your two new besties, Carla and Tiffani, ratted you out to Sy and gave him your number right after the homecoming dance when he broke up with Becca, you were mad. They had no right to tell your secret.

But you were pleasantly surprised and shocked as hell when he actually called you a week later. 

Everyone thought the pairing was odd; you were so different but shared the same heartbeat. You talked for hours about life, the universe, and everything, and you loved rolling through town in the passenger seat of Sy’s 1978 Ford Bronco with the loud muffler, making waves in the wind with your empty hand, your other hand on him. Sometimes you flipped off the haters that loved to talk shit, but mainly you just waved at those who stopped and stared.

You didn’t give a shit, and Sy didn’t either.

That’s why you loved him. People said you were too young, but yes. You were in love with Jake Syverson.

Even though you were lying In the bed of the Bronco with your shirt off, Sy stopped trying to get into your pants, shifted beside you and stared. Cerulean blue orbs held you captive.

“I knew what I wanted you the moment you walked into English class with that Powerpuff Girls shirt on and that scowl on your face. I knew you were mine. Trust me,  Buttercup. I know you feel it too. I’m yours. ‘Til the day I die.”

You shivered as you stared at him. You didn’t trust many people in your life, but if you trusted anyone, it would be Sy. You took a deep breath and searched his face for deception. It wasn’t there. He already had your soul; you were about to give him your body. 

Sy saw the moment you made your decision and was shook. This wasn’t going to be some simple fun in the back of Betty. This was forever. He considered you. The hot, innocent look of desire that made him rock hard also made him feel guilty. He knew what you’d been through and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you. Sy wanted this to be your decision, and you weren’t ready tonight before he sweet talked you. All of a sudden, it just didn’t seem right.  His hand came up and traced your cheek down to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you Buttercup.”

You flushed, and a warm sensation was building in your chest at his gentle whisper.

Is really this what true love felt like?

Before you could respond, Sy pulled you closer, and reached into the backseat for his letterman jacket to cover you from the chilly night air. 

He leaned down and kissed your forehead and nuzzled your hair as he held you close.

“Drivin’ me crazy, but I will wait forever for you, Buttercup.”

You melted into him when you realized that he was pumping the brakes. You soon noticed that he was still semi-hard beneath your thigh, which was thrown across his hips. You reached down to grasp him.

“Poor Sy…”

Sy caught your hand in his and interlaced his fingers with yours instead.

“Prom night?”

You nodded and bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. A low growl emitted from your boyfriend. 

“I must be really in love, ‘cause I just cock-blocked my damn self.”

You shook with laughter as Sy grumbled. He handed you your shirt back and took in what he could of your flesh as you covered up, licking his lips as he memorized you for when he was alone in his room later. 

You grinned at him.

“Maybe so, Captain Syverson.”

He smacked your bottom as you climbed back into the passenger seat. Sy loved it when you called him Captain.

He climbed out of the gate and stepped out into the chilly night to get back to the driver’s seat and took a deep breath, then shook his head as he looked up at the stars. Sy smiled at the thought of his grandmother’s ring.

Suddenly, a plan formed in his mind.

You and he would go to State, you with his ring, a promise, on your finger, and him with his heart on his sleeve. He’d propose with a rock the summer before senior year and marry you the week after college graduation, living happily ever after.

Sy grinned at the perfection of it all as he climbed back into the Bronco and gave you a kiss before he peeled off the Lookout.

—--

Sy woke up with a start the next morning. He looked around confused, not recognizing his surroundings as he tried to wake up fully. He hadn’t had a dream like it in months, since he was newly retired.

But this dream wasn’t about war; in this dream, he’d lost you again. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, regret about so much time was wasted swirling around him. Then he sighed and reached for his phone, finding a treasure trove of pictures of you and your friends. His heart rate calmed and his face cracked into a smile as he discovered that you had messaged him genuine joy. 

No use in mourning the past, Sy thought.

You’d stopped sending pictures around 11:56 pm, because it was your wedding day, you explained, and his heart exploded when he read that. 

You were still his girl, and he was gonna marry you.

He texted you good morning before he put down his phone and stared at the ceiling. 

It was his fucking wedding day.

Sy jumped out of bed and was on the road to Vegas by 6 am.

—-

The next afternoon after a 24 hour whirlwind of pure fun with your friends, you smiled up at the photographer as you carefully adjusted the lace garter around your leg.

You were in love with your dress, your shoes, and especially your hair. Tiffany had been right to encourage you to get a Vegas blowout. You felt like a model. The camera clicked away as you beamed into the lens.

“Beautiful, now let's get a shot with the bridesmaids.”

Carla and Tiffani gathered close and smiled. This intimate ceremony would be the perfect wedding for you and Sy. And that was all that mattered.

After the pictures, you got yourself from your suite to the limo just in time to make the booking at A Little White Wedding Chapel on the other end of the strip. You were serene, and happy that you didn’t need to stuff a monster gown into the car.

During the drive, you looked out of the window and remembered your mother, who had been alive at the time of your first wedding. You allowed yourself a moment of sadness.

Carla leaned over to you.

“We got your back if you want to run.”

You looked back at her and smiled. 

“It’s okay. Sy is who and what I want. I’m good. Really good.”

Tiffany spoke up. 

“Okay. Just remember, we’re always here for you.”

You became even more emotional.

“I know.” 

You smiled at both of them, near tears.

“But you better not make me ruin my makeup, bitches.”

You all laughed, the mood lightened.

—-

Jacob Syverson had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. 

He didn’t think it would come this soon. 

Or all this time later. 

Hell, there was a time that he never thought he’d see you again. 

He’d arrived at the chapel a little early, not wanting to wait to take you as his bride. As he got ready in the groom’s room, he eyed his blue checked sport coat and blue polka dot tie with matching pocket square that he had picked out. He knew that they brought out his eyes. He fiddled with his curls and smoothed down his beard, staring at himself in the mirror, almost in disbelief.

Was this really happening?.

From the moment he saw you when he was 17 years old, he’d wanted you to be his.

And now it was about to happen. 

Sy suddenly couldn’t breathe and he was weak, sweat popping out on his forehead. The tie was too tight. He loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top button of the shirt, hands seemingly a blur in the mirror. He shook his head to clear it, and looked back up into his own eyes long and hard, asking himself if he was really ready to be your husband.

He knew he wanted this, but today he was scared shitless.

—----

The doors of the chapel opened, and you stood around the corner, hidden from view as your friends preceded you down the aisle. You peeked around the corner to catch a glimpse of him at the end of the aisle, and saw a flash of blue at the altar.

There was Sy, so handsome in a blue sportcoat and polka dot pocket square, chuckling and shaking his head at something Carla did as she walked toward him, then he smiled wide at Tiffani. You straightened up when  his eyes found the closing doors, your heart pounded as you hid from his view.

Were you really going to do this?

—----

Sy’s throat went dry as he stared at the doors at the back of the chapel. His hands began to shake causing him to clasp them in front of him as he waited.

In a flash, the doors were open again and there you were a vision in satin and lace, but not a lot of it. The sun shone behind you and he nearly fainted as he admired the view through your dress.

You glowed like an angel.

You paused and the music began. He barely registered the familiar notes of the song because suddenly, his head was swimmy again. 

He took a deep breath and got himself together, staring at you wide eyed as you slowly moved toward him, with that smile on your face.

At that moment, there was only one woman in the world, and you were walking toward him.

—--

The doors of the chapel opened again and you had tunnel vision for Sy at the end of the aisle. Your heart leapt in your throat and you tried to swallow it down when all you could hear were the opening notes of the music you and Sy claimed as your song all those years ago. 

You didn’t realize how much more accurate the lyrics were twenty years later.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

You smiled and paused, eyes having found Sy’s and locked in. You were trembling and took a deep breath before walking toward him. 

—---

It seemed that you moved toward him in slow motion, and Sy felt that he was in a dream, staring at you in disbelief. There you were, all long, flowy hair around your shoulders and that satin baby doll dress with lace trim adorning your curves perfectly. 

Sy gazed at you, taking you in from your cute white toenails in your high heeled sandals up those curvaceous legs and thighs to the short, flowy skirt that swished around the swell of your hips to the fitted waist. He licked his lips as he hallucinated seeing your nipples through the rushed satin bust of the bodice, and almost passed for the third time when one of the lace straps fell down your shoulder. 

The dress was everything, and he was gonna make love to you in it later on.

His eyes moved upwards, reading the name on the gold necklace that was his gift to you, and that was nestled on your chest. Sy looked back up at you smiling knowingly back at him, and suddenly, he was calm although there were tears streaming down his face.

That every long lost dream led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

—---

As you moved, speeding down the aisle it seemed, you realized that you were smiling through your own tears. Sy broke your heart once, but you both were idiot kids in love, and who knows if you would have made it that young anyway?

The way this happened was meant to be, this moment was perfect, and it was now.

—--

I think about the years I spent just passin' through

I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you

But you just smile and take my hand

You've been there, you understand

It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

It seemed like it would take ten more years for you to reach him at the altar and Sy felt a pang of regret at the lost time. But then he remembered that you were walking towards him, right here, right now. You were choosing him. The past was over. It was time to make a new future.

—--

You floated down the aisle, and in no time you were standing beside Sy at the altar, no recognition of how you arrived in this instant bubble between you two. 

Sy stared at you, as if surprised to find you there, then smiled as you wiped his tears away with your fingers.

“Hi,” you whispered, smiling as Sy chuckled and took his pocket square out to dab at your face. 

“You look so handsome.”

Sy smiled, wanting to take you in his arms.

“Hey, Buttercup. You look gorgeous.”

You shivered as his eyes assessed you, your belly flipping as his gaze covered your entire form. You grew warm and wanted to kiss him, but he gave you a look and you decided to behave.

He held his hand out for yours, eyes sparkling.

The electricity that buzzed around you when you were near him was back, and you knew that you wanted this feeling forever. Sy’s patient gaze made you smile wider at how much he loved you. 

In that instant, you knew beyond a doubt.

You stared at him, taking in his face, the woodsy scent of his cologne, how huge he was in front of you. Then you sighed, nodded (to yourself really) and gave Sy your hand, which he held in his and caressed with his thumb. Shivers ran down your spine, yet you managed to stay upright.

—--

And now I'm just a-rollin' home

Into my lover's arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

The officiant cleared their throat and you all looked their way.

“Have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage today?"

Sy answered first, smiled, looked at you and said,  “Yes.”

You smiled back and without hesitation, said, “Yes.”

“Will you love and honor each other as man and wife for the rest of your lives?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Since it is your intention to enter into marriage, join your right hands, and declare your consent before these witnesses.”

Everyone laughed because you were already holding hands. 

You wrote your vows together, so you knew what was coming. But you weren’t ready. The tears started again.

Sy spoke, his voice never wavering.

“I take you Y/N Y/LN  to be my wife. I promise to be with you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to take care of you and to share with you and be straight with you and to always shelter you with my love. I will always come after you and I will always help you to look up when you are feeling down. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.

Until the day I die.”

Your eyes overflowed, but you remained strong.

“I, Y/N Y/LN, take you, Jacob Allen Syverson to be my husband. I promise to be with you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. I promise to care for you and be straight with you and to share with you and to always shelter you with my love. I will not seek to run from you and I will always hold you down while you lift me up. And I will love you and honor you all the days of my life. Until the day I die.”

Sy grinned at you and your stomach flipped with excitement as Carla and Tiffani awwed.

The officiant continued.

“You have declared your consent before these witnesses. What has been joined together, let no man divide. May these rings be a symbol of your true faith in each other, and always remind you of your love.”

You turned to Carla for Sy’s ring, a simple gold band, and you slipped it on his finger. Sy turned to Tiffani and your eyebrow shot up as she reached into a pocket in her dress and handed him a black box. Out came his grandmother’s ring, only now there was another ring that was paired with it, beautifully heavy with diamonds.

Your mouth hinged open in shock.

Sy was grinning at your reaction as he slid the rings onto your finger, pretty pleased with himself you could tell.

“Told you I would marry you with a bigger ring than that. Told you that a long time ago.”

He looked up at you with those baby blues and winked at you as your knees got weak. You looked around at your friends who were obviously in on it.

“Don’t worry, they’re conflict-free.” 

Carla stage whispered and everyone laughed as you shook your head and held your hand up to the light before Sy captured it in his own again. He was feeling like the man at that moment, and you almost forgot there was anyone else in the room as you gazed up at him. Electricity zapped between you, and you were ready to take him down.

The officiant cleared their throat again.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” 

There was a pause as you both looked at them with anticipation. They smiled back, knowing what you wanted.

“You may now kiss your bride!”

Sy let out a whoop and pulled you in for a kiss, taking you into a dip and causing hoots, hollers, and cheers.

“May I now introduce Mr. Jacob and Mrs. Buttercup Syverson!”

You burst out into laughter as Sy led you back down the aisle, fingering the gold name necklace which said ‘Mrs. Buttercup.’

[mothmansbanker]

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap- Prologue

Mammon x Human! Reader

It was a wild night for you. It was only Wednesday and you were dead tired, having to work the next morning for the broadcasting station you recently applied for. Why did you feel so drained? So so tired and ready to drop, yet your roommate didn't care! Instead she dragged you out and about to her coffee shop friend's house 30 ish or so miles out of town and towards the more foresty areas of your small town. So…here you were.

With your head against the hot window that had your skin drenched with humid sweat and a gross icky feeling that made your skin itch adn want to crawl out of. "Hey uh,Gwen. Where exactly are you taking me? This seems..a bit far." You gulped down the gathering spit in your mouth, a feeling of uneasiness washing over you as you sat up a bit more in the passenger seat. The blonde woman glanced over before looking back at the road, a somewhat dorky grin tugging at her lips. "Oh come on, are you really that worried about it? Trust me! I'm not an axe murderer or something." Gwen rolled her eyes as she came to an intersection and singaled right…which lead into an even darker part of the forested area. There did seem to be some light, a small dull glow seemed to coat some of the lower branches of the trees.

The car crept closer to this decently well kept cabin that seemed spacious. Two other cars were parked in the front, the quiet noise filling your head with dred as the leaves crunched under the tires before Gwen parked terribly beside the two other vehicles. "Alright," she clapped her hands together before removing her seat belt and kicking open the car door, "Cmon! Out out. We're just going to head inside that front door kay?" She gave you her usually dorky grin before shutting the car door, heaving out a sigh you unbuckle yourself and take a deep breath in…to mentally prepare. Opening the card door you grab your bag and hurry out, slinging your bag over your shoulder and slamming the door shut. This felt like a bad idea.. Your stomach was rolling in its grave. Clenching and twisting in ways to make you wince. Was this a good idea? Going to a complete strangers house with your roommate to do who knows what! Remember your breathing exercises..

…1…and 2…1…and 2… You were okay for now. Until this was over and you can go back home and become your true slug self. Wrapped in blankets and binging some trashy reality tv. An uneasy feeling filled your stomach like lead as you walked into the crickety cabin, the wooden walls looking rustic and ready to blow down if someone even blew on them. Moss and vines kissed the stone path and the wooden logged walls, the door rickety and thumping against the doorframe slightly from the gusts of wind that pulled and pushed the wooden rectangle. You gulped down that residing fear, trailing behind your roommate who hurried up the three crickety steps and knocked obnoxiously. "BeccaaaaAAAaaaAA! Cmonnnn, open up, bitch." It was obvious Gwen and Becca's relationship was like that. Playful with mean comments and names, but honestly it was probably the best friendship anybody could ask for. Or even want! As you waited there on the first step while Gwen was on the first you could hear a quick patter of footsteps and then a thud and a loud meow that sounded like a smug cat...those smug bastards. Opening the door was a tall woman who looked like she had just woken up. Basket ball shorts, some overly baggy and ratted up shirt that had a cat on it, cozy socks with crocs...which was a crime in your opinion, but you decided to ignore that part. She had her hair in space buns atop her head, a bit damp but neatly placed. You stood there now on the second step watching as the two exchanged hugs and smiles, Gwen motioning you inside as she stepped inside, a overly chunky cat making it's way towards you. At least there was a cat! A orange tabby with no thoughts behind its eyes, eager to flick its tail and rub against your leg as if demanding for treats or pets. A tired smile made its way to your lips as you squat down to rub the cat and give it scratches...before it bit you half way through. Scurrying off to who knows where while you stand back up and look at the nibble mark left upon the crook of your hand.

"So....What are we doing? My plans for tonight were just gonna be to chill maybe..and well a new episode of The Girls is on and I was gonna finish that season-" Your rambling was quickly interrupted by the two other girls laughing, Becca wiping a fake tear from her eye.

"Holy shit, Gwen, you didn't tell me your roomie was a riot! God I love you already." Becca had a smile still on her face, but in a cute dorky way. As she wrapped an arm around your shoulder she brought you in close so you were nose to nose now.

"Listen. You're cute, but you seem VERRYYY boring. Have some fun! Ever try those shitty cringe challenges from middleschool?" Before you could even THINK about answering her question she placed both her manicured hands on your cheeks and squished them, "Gwen and I found one and we wanted to try! buuutttt...we needed a third person! Which is youuuu~ Isn't that fun?" The feeling of being overwhelmed washed over you as you just furrowed your eyebrows and looked confused as she was rambling about some 'spooky challenge' and it probably not going to work. What were they even talking abou- your swirling thoughts were quickly and once again interrupted as she started wrapping a piece of deep green fabric around your eyes.

"Wait- hold on!" Your frustration grew as you tried to get away from Becca's touches and grabs, "You haven't even told me what I'M doing!-" You felt a set of hands on the sides of your face, holding your cheeks as the scent of mint and cigarettes wafted over. "Cmonnn, babes! Just trust us! You trust me right? I'm your best friend!" "Gwen, you're my only friend." Was your only reply as you felt the same frustration, but diluted a little bit now. As the blindfold was snugly tightened against your face and blocking your vision, it felt as if your other sense were heightened. You could hear the slight creaking of the house and the small giggles between the two girls. You could smell the minty and menthol scented breath still of Gwen, and the light airy perfume that Becca wore that reminded you of an old woman at a thrift store. Suddenly you were pushed further into the room, the sound of a rug dragging along the wooden floor was loud in the depths of silence that was cascaded down on you. Shivers spiked along your spine as you tried to be calm, hearing the click and flicker of a lighter somewhere to the side of you as one of the girls sat you down on your knees, locking your knees and elbows together.

Trust them right? Trust Gwen? You knew Gwen since freshman year of highschool..So why shouldn't you trust her? But there was that feeling of doubt and uneasiness planting itself in the pit of your stomach, its seed sprouting and its roots planting itself inside of you more permanently. Your breath quickened as you tried to steady it, panic washing over you as a low hum was heard form the two. Then it began. The softly low mumbling of the two girls as a pouring sound was heard to the left of you, a liquid hitting the cusp of metal. A smell lingered, a burning smell. With a hint of rotten eggs and the smell of some burnt meat... An acidic feeling rose within the back of your throat before a weird smoke began spreading through out the room, filling your nose with a acidic putrid smell that was thick. Scrunching your nose the distinct sound of...a cash register was filling the air for a split moment? Then you heard it. The rough whiny sound of some angry Australian.

"Now which one of you fucking cunts summoned THE Prince of GREED to this SHIT HOLE?!"

[wcbbfics]

WILDFLOWER (pt 2)

summary - sophia and paige had been close friends for a long time but now they both have a secret. sophia is hiding something from paige about her past. and paige is hiding her real feelings for soph.

paige x uconn student

warnings: RAPE, LANGUAGE, SUGGESTIVE, EATING DISORDER, USE OF SLURS!!

authors note: this chapter is a backstory on sophia’s secret.

enter with caution!!

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november 2023- sophia’s point of view

“3, 2, 1,” we all yell in unison. im standing in a circle with 5 girls i dont know and becca my best friend.

I tip the shot glass back into my mouth. the vodka stinging my throat as i swallowed.

“i’m so glad your here” becca says into my ear. the party we’re at smells like sweat and alcohol and the musics base is ratting the entire house.

“me too” i slur out. i am a bit of a light weight when it comes to vodka.

“hey baby” my boyfriend wraps his arms around my waist pulling me into a kiss. he kisses me hard and authoritative.

“babeee” i whine out pushing him off me. but his arms stay wrapped around my waist holding me too him. i can smell the alcohol on his breath as he looks around the party.

“you wanna get out of here” he yells in my ear.

“i think becca is driving me home, she’s our dd”

“i ordered a uber. we’re leaving” he grabs my arm and starts pulling me towards the door.

“noooo” i pull my arm out of his grasp and stumble back into a tall frame.

“woah you good” i turn my body to face the voice. the prettiest blue eyes are focused on mine. she reaches up and grabs my shoulders to settle me. her hands are warm as they linger on my shoulders

“ya im fine” i say holding eye contact

“sophia we’re leaving now” evan grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

the blonde looks at him with disgust. then her eyes shift to me and soften. “do you know him?”

“yes but…”

“sophia come on now” evan yells out interrupting me

the tall pretty girls steps forward and pushes evan off me.

“i don’t think she wants to go with you” she says sternly

“bitch you don’t tell me what my girlfriend wants”

“what the fuck did you just call me” she takes another step forward almost in front of me now.

“it’s fine i’ll go with him” i say to her, walking over to evan.

“are you sure” she says to me with concern

“ya”

evan grabs my waist and we walk out of the frat house. we both get into the uber he order. no one speaks until we get out of the car in front of his dorm.

“what the fuck as that” he spits out at me

“what do you mean.”

“your little girlfriend protecting you”

“I dont even know that girl”

“so your a fag now” he starts walking into his dorm room.

“what, no”

evan turns around and pins me to the door. he starts kissing me. lips already feeling bruised from the intense sucking he is doing.

“get off me” i yell pushing him off me

“you wanna go fuck your girlfriend” he snarls back

i turn to open the door but he grabs me. lifting me up and carrying me to his bed.

“take off you clothes” he demands

“no im leaving”

evan walks toward me and rips off my shirt and short leaving me exposed to him.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you can think about is me not your little fag girlfriend”

evan grabs my waist and starts taking off his pants. tears are streaming down my face my self worth going with it. he pounds into me over and over my body limp against his. when he’s finally done he throws me out of the dorm with no clothes. then he opens the door and throws my clothes and purse at me. my purse hits me in the face. tears are streaming down my face as dress my self. i walk down the street until i get to my dorm room.

i walk into my perfect room with my bed perfectly made. i glance at myself in the mirror my makeup smudged from my crying. my hair is messy and tangled. i undress and put on my baggiest clothes. slumping into my bed just as i start crying again.

that night would whisper into every moment i had. i never slept i never went out of the house. i basically stopped existing. my grades plummeted, but my weight skyrocketed. the weeks after my soul was broken i would sleep all day and eat all night. only waking if i was interpreted by my phone. evan hasn’t dared to contact me so i knew when my phone started buzzing that it wasn’t him. it was becca. i didn’t answer it. talking to her felt like such a chore and she only called me when she needed something. but i was already awake and it was only 2pm so i got up and went to the bathroom.

i had covered up every mirror in my room. the thought of seeing my broken body was something i could deal with at the moment. but today i was feeling brave. i tore off the sheet covering the bathroom mirror. i looked like a mess. my usual long hair beautiful hair was tangled and frizzy. and my clear skin was breaking out in large ugly spots. i felt disgusting. all i wanted to do was cover up the mirror again and jump back in bed but the only way to move forward was to do things i didnt want to do. So i tore off my dirty clothes and stepped on the scale. my body was always something guys worshiped. i was curvy in the hips and skinny in the waist. guys always told me i had the perfect body. but what i saw was the rolls and dips of the fat that covered every inch of my body. my anxiety peaked as the scale loaded. i had let myself go over these past weeks. and i knew i wouldn’t like the number it will show.

169.00

my stomach dropped. i had really ate that much. my whole life my mother tattooed her hateful words into my mind “a girl should be less than 130.00 pounds”, “a pretty girl should never weigh more than a boy”, “a girl should be petite and skinny”.

and now Evan had hit the button i buried so deep in my heart right in the center. and i spiraled. i tried every diet imaginable. i would work out for 3 hours a day trying to keep my figure small. until i was so skinny that my body couldn’t take it. the holiday were when it hit me hard being in the cold with no one around me. and it wasn’t long until i woke up in a hospital bed. tubes pushing calories into me without my permission. the doctors took away my scales and dressed me in a plastic gown. they shoved tasteless mush into me. forcing me to gain back the weight. i would beg and beg for them to make it stop. but nothing changed. i was moved into a recover center and i stay there for 4 months. i refused to get better. i was finally let out after 10,512,011.5 seconds of hell.

it was a week later when i went to kk party and that moment would change my life for ever.

Thanks for reading!

[kerwinthefrog]

The Boys Incorrect Quotes #7

Butcher: “There’s a kid cabinet and an adult cabinet. We put it in the adult cabinet.”

MM: “Well our teenage son found it.”

Hughie: “I’m 23!”

---

Ashley: “Don’t. Touch.”

Starlight: “It’s fine, he’s just shaking my hand.”

Ashley: “TOO MUCH CONTACT.”

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MM: “Test this.”

Frenchie: (obnoxious slurping) “TOO SALTY! GET A NEW ONE!”

---

Homelander: “Why is it…ZESTY?”

Sage: “It’s called flavor.”

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Sage: “We need a new one! It’s too zEsTy.”

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A-Train: “MADAM PRESIDENT  G E T  D O W N!!!” (tackles Victoria)

Victoria: (shook) “SCENE–”

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Homelander: “What do you want for Christmas, Little Girl?”

Kimiko: (sitting on his lap, baby voice) “I want…to speak to your manager!”

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Ryan: “MOM YOU’RE STILL ON PAROLE, CHILL!”

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Hughie: “What do you want to drink?”

Frenchie: “Mac and cheese!”

Kimiko: “That’s not a drink, Sweetie.”

Frenchie: “Oh. Cheese!”

Kimiko: (deadpan) “He’ll have a water.”

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Frenchie: “THIS ISN’T KRAFT MAC AND CHEESE!” (sobbing)

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Ryan: “What are these?”

Homelander: “Their protein bars. They’re held together by joy and superglue.”

Becca: “This is a brick off the house.”

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Hughie: “That’s racist, Billy.”

Butcher: “They’re only French people.”

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Soldier Boy: “Put your nipples away.”

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Deep: “I want to be burned at the stake for witchcraft.”

Sage: “You’d be burned at the stake for being gay.”

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Frenchie: “Host a hotdog eating contest, make the fee one Costco hotdog, then you pool your savings and buy even more hotdogs.”

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Frenchie: “I’ll buy 30 rats, and for legal reasons, not release them as a senior prank in a small town high school.”

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Sage: “What are you spending $1,000 on?”

Deep: “666 COSTCO HOTDOGS!”

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Butcher: (to Deep) “There are garden gnomes smarter than you.”

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Frenchie: “I’m just in a silly, quirky mood, babes.”

---

Maeve: “Oh I’m not smelling men.”

[wolfiethetiredwolf]

Wheew I haven't posted in a while Whopsie! Get prepared for a barrage of attacks. Ready Gooooo!

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Whew my hands hurt! I hope you guys enjoy my mass collection of attacks!

[phoenixtakaramono]

Sending another ask, because of lack of space: I loved the idea of the Fix-it because billy in it is pretty much steering HL away from his worst impulses, not because HL is automatically a better person when he's in love, but because their association has taught him how to think for himself, how to be more subtle, to not trust Vought uncritically and to gather information when possible before making a decision, and to think through how to present it to the public, instead of depending on PR only

Re: Fix-It AU Threadfic (🔗)

Initially I started this threadfic because I saw a tweet of someone saying how there were no Fix-Its in the 200+ Butchlander fics on AO3 (sorry, my mistake 🙏, someone has reminded me that there is at least one):

At the end of the day, I’m glad I was operating under an erroneous assumption because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered writing this.

The way I’d envisioned it: we start with that Diabolical episode where Homelander had just had his hero debut (~18 y/o), and that’s our future husbands’ first official Meet Cute (/j). Billy, at this juncture, is a young CIA operative (~23 y/o) but he has not met Becca yet. It’s essentially a honeypot/ honeytrap operation—but without the seduction at least not from Billy’s POV; the readers voted for the yandere speedrun option with Homelander planting cameras in Billy’s flat at the Flatiron, haha, so obviously certain things will follow because of that chosen route. It also allows us an opportunity to play with HL’s past as a lab-rat (I’m playing with the possibilities), and have that affect the threadfic.

We then tie in the more important The Boys canon comic events and events from the TV version—and “fix” a couple of the more pivotal disastrous f*ck-ups such as the Cruz Chemical incident (animated show canon) and the crash of Transoceanic Flight 37 (TV canon), etc, with a couple original incidents if I’m feeling up to it.

I love what you wrote about how HL’s not automatically made a better person just because he’s in love. Billy can steer him from his worst impulses to an extent. But at the end of the day, the idea is that whilst it is a Fix-It, and we are rewarding him with Billy as a boyfriend for his “good behavior” (later, so he gets his crush fulfilled), John as The Homelander is still not a very good man. I very much enjoy reading about a psycho narcissistic HL who has an obsessive crush, and I think a lot of people like reading that too. We have Billy as the hot older European young and bright CIA operative whomst HL wishes desperately to impress (gotta give it to a guy who’s infatuated). He one-sidedly envisions William Butcher as his partner-in-crime. William, in the threadfic, represents the CIA, a secret government intelligence agency that has the legitimacy Vought desperately wants—and so far only Homelander’s been given this opportunity. It’s a resource that only he has access to—and it makes him feel ✨special✨ —> William is special —> thus, William can only be his. Homelander doesn’t like to share (in this AU).

The silver lining is this HL, while still objectively awful, haha, is encouraged at his younger age to not be so reliant on Vought—and that impact will carry into his 20s, 30s, and 40s. We are essentially weaning our brainwashed murderous baby from sucking the teat of corporate.

[san-marlenes-version]

💕if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn't matter, let's get to know the person behind the blog!

San:

Hi!!!!

My favourite colour is blue. I have a cat named Oreo that I love so much I hate her. I'm a James kin.

becca:

hello

ill do the same as san ig. my fave colour is green (sage cause im gay like that). i have a cat named tigger and 2 rats named wormy and petey. im an evan kin

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

Raine Callaghan doesn't know what to make of Rebecca Sinclair most days. They had a good relationship once, but that was a long time ago. A death in the family will do that, he supposes.

Rated M for mature themes such as parental death, dysfunctional families, child neglect, implied violence, and minor mentions to the North Irish Troubles.

Other Tags: Kid Fic, Growing Up, Time Skips, Canon Divergence (Alternate Backstory), Tragedy, and Hopeful Ending.

Masterpost | AO3

Chapter 1: Even Though You Haven't Got a Clue

Callaghan Family Home, Belfast - 1981

The familiar rumble of an engine grows closer, the sound immediately recognizable. Ciaran's head snaps up, knowing exactly what car sounds like that, and almost drops the mixing bowl in his hands. Bishop is faster than he is and grabs ahold of the rim, gently pulling it from his fingers, and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

"Go on, Little Knight," she laughs. "And tell him he doesn't get to have cookie dough just 'cause he's early."

Ciaran doesn't bother waiting to respond. He runs from the kitchen, trailing loose flour behind him like fairy dust. He throws open the front door just in time to see Rook step from his car. He's cut his hair again, waves of black hair falling just short of his chin, just in time for the summer weather rolling in. He smiles brightly when his hazel eyes fall on Ciaran.

"Da!" Ciaran all but shrieks, throwing his arms around his father's legs and burying his face in the denim.

"Hello there, my little knight," Rook says back with a laugh, ruffling Ciaran's hair into an even worse rat’s nest.

Ciaran looks up at his father, smiling so wide it almost makes his face hurt, but he doesn't care. It's been too long since his father was home. Doing important work, he's reassured time and time again. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is he’s home again. "Aunt Bishop says you can't have any cookie dough."

"You and Bishop are making cookies?" Rook scoops Ciaran up, making him squeal in delight. "You shouldn't have told me. Now you'll never stop me."

He breaks out into a maniacal laugh and Ciaran tries to wiggle free of his father's arms. He has to warn Aunt Bishop. His attempts are in vain and Rook presses a kiss to his cheek with a smile and a joyful wrinkle of his nose.

The sound of the passenger door shutting draws Ciaran's attention. A little of his mirth falls as he watches Rebecca stand up, straightening her blouse as she does. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled up in a high, tight bun. When her blue eyes meet Ciaran's hazel, she offers a short nod.

Ciaran doesn't know how to feel about Miss Rebecca. She's a friend of his dad's, sure, and Ciaran knows they love each other, but Ciaran isn't sure why. She always seems so strict. Stuck-up, Aunt Bishop has said before, though Ciaran isn't sure what she's stuck up for. Must be something bad the way Aunt Bishop says it. Ciaran gets the sense he makes her uncomfortable. The first time he'd met her, he had watched every part of her stiffen as though she were turning to stone every time he’d approached her.

Rook sets him back down on the ground, nudging his shoulder towards Rebecca as she makes her way around the car. Ciaran presses his lips together as he watches her. "Hullo, Miss Rebecca."

Rook had told him before that he could just call her Becca, but Ciaran had seen the way she'd pursed her lips like the day he'd dared Aunt Bishop to bite a lemon. He doesn't think she'd like it very much if he called her that. Better to stick to what makes her comfortable. If she is so important to Rook, Ciaran wants her to like him, too.

“Ciaran,” she says in greeting. She’s got a package in her arms. It’s wrapped in shiny paper with a ribbon on top. A present? It isn’t anyone’s birthday, best Ciaran can remember. Then she offers the parcel forward. “I brought you a gift.”

He takes it tentatively from her. “For me?” He frowns. “It’s not my birthday.”

Rook comes over, pressing a kiss to Rebecca’s cheek, and Ciaran watches in wonder as her expression softens. She seems to relax with his touch, all of her tension melting away like snow in the sun, and she nods as Rook whispers something in her ear.

Rebecca returns her attention to Ciaran as Rook makes his way inside the house. There’s a little more warmth than usual in her blue eyes. “I’m aware. I saw them and thought of you.”

She starts making her way to the door and Ciaran stumbles after her to keep up. He hugs the gift to his chest, a smile bubbling onto his face as he thinks of what it might be. Rebecca’s never given him a gift before, not on Christmas or his birthday, and certainly not out of the blue for no reason. But she was thinking of him and that makes him happy.

As they step into the sitting room, Ciaran hurries to leap onto the couch. Rebecca sits primly on the cushion opposite of him, watching him with interest. Ciaran rips into the shiny paper, excitement overtaking the his avoidance of the inevitable chastisement from his father for the mess he’s making as shreds of it fall to the floor.

He flips the lid of the box open, frowning at the contents. It’s a pair of red rain boots, bright and shiny in their cardboard confines. “You bought me shoes,” he says slowly. Is it a prank? Sometimes Aunt Bishop buys him something as a joke, just to watch his face, but Rebecca isn’t laughing the way Aunt Bishop always does before revealing the real gift.

“Last time I was here, I noticed your trainers were quite muddy,” Rebecca explains. “Having a pair of Wellies will keep your other shoes cleaner. I thought you might like the color.”

He should thank her. That’s what you do when people buy you gifts, right? If his father was in the room, he’d cuff Ciaran upside the back of the head for dawdling this long on it. He opens his mouth to say something, but a large crash comes from the kitchen, drawing both his and Rebecca’s attention away from the boots.

Ciaran can hear Aunt Bishop, her voice raised but not yelling loud enough for him to make out the words. His father’s voice is softer, gentler, that tone he uses when he wants to calm someone down. He looks over at Rebecca. She winces and wipes the expression from her face quickly, though the frown still lingers in the corners of her mouth.

“I’ve never heard Aunt Bishop so angry,” he murmurs. He squishes the rubber of the boots between his fingers just to give him something to do.

Rebecca sighs, “I knew he should have told her earlier.”

“Told her what?” Ciaran asks, eyes widening. “Are you and Da keeping secrets? Can I know? Can you tell me?”

Rebecca meets his expectant gaze and sighs. “Ciaran,” she says slowly. “You know I love your father very much, right?”

Ciaran nods, “He loves you, too, you know.”

Rebecca smiles softly, “I do.” Then she looks at him very seriously. She turns away from the kitchen, away from the argument going on behind the closed door, and fully to face him. “Your father and I are getting married.”

Ciaran purses his lips before asking, “So that makes you my new mum, yeah?”

Rebecca swallows heavily. “I suppose it will,” she says and Ciaran starts to feel nervous. He had thought Rebecca is fearless, facing the world with that severe set of her jaw and certainty in her pale eyes. She sounds afraid now.

He reaches out, leaning across the couch to put a hand on hers. She startles, but doesn’t pull away, and looks at him with wide, confused eyes. Ciaran smiles broadly at her, “Don’t worry, Miss Rebecca,” he says. He tries to mimic the tone his father takes when he scrapes his knees. “You’re going to be the best mum I’ve ever had. I know it.” He looks back down at the boots in his lap, wrinkling his nose. “Even if you buy me boots.”

Something flashes across Rebecca’s face and a watery smile crosses her lips. She laughs softly, pulling her hand free from his to ruffle his hair. “Thank you, Ciaran.” She trails her hand down to rest on his cheek as he beams at her. “It means a lot to me that you think so.”

[einsteinsugly]

Early June, 1986. Having It All.

After a long day at work, Hyde kicks off his boots.

Becca is dozing away, and Jackie is getting ready for bed, he knows that much. Jackie does her show right after the crack of dawn, and he heads out right after she gets back at around ten.

"No PR today, doll?"

"Thank God, no." She slips off her heels with relative ease, running her fingers through her loosely permed locks. "But I got another call from Donna about the interview with that Ukrainian guy. You know, the guy who just moved in across from Vic and Maura."

"You mean the guy who lived in Chernobyl?" Jackie nods, and Hyde awkwardly clears his throat. "At least he got the hell out."

After giving him some updates, some welcome and some long-winded and generally unwanted, he shuffles out to a fucking slow rat race. Chilling out at Grooves, tolerating whatever new shit the mainstream music machine has to offer. That bubblegum pop Jackie loves, and worst of all? Hair metal. Motley Crue, Twisted Sister, all that shit.

"Yeah, I learned today that Becca hates Motley Crue." Hyde adds, "She screams at the top of her freakin lungs."

"Good for her." Jackie nods in agreement, with a jovial laugh. "She loves Blondie."

He adds a notable caveat. "And Zeppelin."

But this evening, Jackie rushes into the living room, and Becca is in her mother's arms. In a little Zeppelin shirt, gazing at him with her bright blue eyes.

Jackie kisses his cheek, leaving a red lipstick stain, and Becca clings onto his neck, refusing to let go.

"I can't get her to go to sleep." Jackie dramatically sighs, running her fingers through her loosely permed locks. "She's a night owl, just like you."

"She likes white noise, just like you. Or just noise." Hyde blows a raspberry, and Becca giggles. "Think I should turn on some Zeppelin? Stairway to Heaven?"

"I think you mean Blondie," Jackie competitively proclaims, "Zeppelin won't get her to sleep."

"Neither will Blondie."

"How about Peter Frampton's guitar solo?" Jackie suggests, only half joking, "But really, she likes your voice."

Sensing her cue, he takes a squirmy Becca from Jackie's arms. Becca quickly settles, like a handprint in cement. "I think it's time for bed, kiddo."

Her blue eyes go wide, as her clammy hand awkwardly collides with his face. "Da da."

He smirks, only vaguely attempting to hide his elation. "Did she just say..."

"She did." Jackie interrupts, and Becca rubs her eyes. "I think she's tired."

But Hyde is nearly gobsmacked. "You're not gonna ramble on and on about her saying Da Da first?"

"Oh, I will," Jackie exclaims, kissing his cheek, "Later."

[lunarcovehq]

DILAN SELVI (BAHAR ŞAHIN) & LEYLA SELVI (BURCU ÖZBERK) ARE LOOKING FOR...

Connection: Crime Family/The Money

Suggested Name: UTP

Age Range: 28-35

Species: Any species but fae

Suggested FCs: UTP, but some suggestions are Alex Landi, Francois Arnaud, Berk Cankat, Jacob Elordi, Jordan Calloway, Apo Nattawin, Cody Christian, Sinqua Walls, Michael Trevino, Mason Gooding

Connection Description:

The Selvi sisters are criminals/thieves. Your character would be apart of their make shift family and they currently work together on different crimes/heists. Up to plotting how they met and became involved.

For this character they very much met after Dilan and Leyla were on the run together and probably became the first member of the crime family. 

They met when Dilan and Leyla were trying to break into their house vacation house to steal food, art, and etc. They had broke in late at night thinking everyone had left, only to find your character alone in the house. Rather than rat them to the police your character let them take what they came for, then proceed to follow them.

They were a rich teenager bored with their life and the fact their parents never paid them any mind. Rather than stay in a world that bored them, they joined the girls along for their cons and heists. 

Whenever there is legal trouble or anything is needed money wise your character is the one who shows up to bail people out via their connections or cash. They come from old money, but the money is only used when needed. This way your character doesn’t feel used. 

They would be the most attached to the girls overall and probably have followed them everywhere expect for when they are doing things to appease their parents so they fund the lifestyle that your character has (which they likely lied to the parents and said it was a party or gaming lifestyle). They always look out for the girls and make sure they always had food and a place to stay. 

If they have been in Lunar Cove or are just arriving is completely up to you.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Becca & Kourtney is available for DMs on @lunarcovehq !!

[becca-is-not-well]

HI

I'm Becca (as you probably figured out) and my friend said I should make a fanfic Tumblr cuz I wrote some for them.

I'll probably be writing mostly xreader fics, whether platonic or romantic. I will write smut, but preferably nothing too vanilla. I am REALLY exposing myself here. NOTHING NON CON.

This is the only time I'll be fully serious: If I write about heavy subjects (depression, anxiety, SH, etc.), it is simply to let people know they aren't alone and to help them through it. I am not in any way romanticizing it. As someone who has been through all three examples and much more, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I've written things for myself about my comfort characters helping me through shit and it genuinely helped me so much, I would love to do that for someone else.

If you know me in real life... no you don't.

All are platonic OR romantic unless specified otherwise

Who I plan on writing for:

Harry potter:

Golden age

Marauders (especially Sirius my beloved)

Fair warning I HATE Snape his "redemption arc" was BULLSHIT

Good omens:

(Said friend got me hooked)

Aziraphale (platonic)

Crowley (platonic)

Aziraphale & Crowley (ineffable husband's with platonic reader)

Riverdale:

(This is lowkey embarrassing oml)

Sweet Pea

Veronica lodge (love her)

Betty Cooper (PLS RAIL ME)

Jughead Jones (I'm weird. I'm a weirdo.)

Sandman:

My friend got me even more obsessed with this holy heck

Morpheus (my skrunkly baby I love him sm)

Death

Desire (is it getting hot in here??)

Matthew(ONLY PLATONIC WHY WOULD WANT ANYTHING ELSE WITH A LITERAL BIRD THE FUCK)

Lucienne (I need a hug from her)

Hob Gadling

Lab Rats:

(Why is this also embarrassing kskeidhxb)

Chase Davenport (been in love with him for forever)

Adam Davenport

Bree Davenport

The Rookie:

(Is this niche??)

Tim Bradford

Lucy Chen

John Nolan

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester (my baby)

Dean Winchester

Castiel (not my cup of tea but I see it)

Twilight:

Jacob Black

Carlisle Cullen (i love DILFs)

Charlie Swan (again. DILF.)

Jasper Cullen (yes. As in the 👁👄👁 mf)

Emmet Cullen

Rosalie Cullen

Big Time Rush:

(Half of these things feel like a confession)

Logan (LOML)

James

Kendall

Carlos (underrated)

Wizards of Waverly Place

(WHY AM I SO EMBARASSED ABT SO MANY OF THESE)

Justin Russo

Alex russo

Harper Finkle

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Isaac Lahey (UNDERRATED)

Derek Hale

Malia Tate

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

Haymitch Abernathy (I said what I said he's hot fr)

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn (not the Canon mf tho he sucks ass)

Other random people:

Billy Russo (punisher)

Caspian (Narnia)

(I fucking love Ben Barnes)

The Darkling (Shadow and Bone)

Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone)

Spencer Reid (criminal minds) (yes im one of those. Are u surprised?)

Legolas (bAbYy!!) (That's an inside joke)(LOTR/Hobbit)

Clark Kent (smallville)

Mac (MacGyver reboot)

I also like writing poetic type stuff so let me know if u want me to post some of that lol

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Fifteen: Court In Session (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

We walk to tha Manhattan courthouse and find tha ‘Hattan newsies, plus a few from Queens, wait’n outside. I notice they’s also tried to gussie up a bit for tha trial. When they see us, they all leap for joy.

“Becs! You’re safe!”

“You’s alright!”

“No one can take Becca!”

“Spot got ya out ok?”

I grin. “Hey guys. Yeah, I’s fine. You’s all ok?”

“Yeah, but it weren’t tha same without ya last night. We’s had to make up our own bedstories to tell tha kids!” Blink complains.

“Don’t worry. Ya can tell Kenny I’ll be back soon,” I say. “Now c’mon, let’s not keep tha judge wait’n.”

In ten minutes we’re all stand’n in tha courtroom, look’n oudda place more than rats in a beauty parlor. Spot puts his arm near me, try’n to get the oddas to give me space. I give him a grateful, hopeful look.

“All rise, all rise. Court is now in session. Judge E.A. Monahan presiding.”

I still don’t see Jack…

“Are any of you boys,” the judge frowns at me. “And young lady represented by a council?” 

I scrunch my nose. What tha heck is a-?

“No? Good, then things will move along considerably.”

My mouth hangs open. How dare he-!

“Ya honor, I object,” Spot pipes up.

Tha judge gives him an annoyed look. “On what grounds?”

“On tha grounds of Brooklyn, ya Honor.”

Tha fellas burst out laugh’n and I can’t help crack’n up too. I lean ova to Spot: “That mouth of yours is gonna get you’s in trouble!” I mock his warn’n.

“I ain’t worried.”

“I fine each of you five dollars or two weeks’ confinement in the House of Refuge.”

We all stop laugh’n. Five dollas?! I couldn’t make that in a week!

“We ain’t got five dollas!” Blink speaks up.

“We ain’t even got five cents,” Race complains. “Hey, ya Honor, how ‘bout I roll ya for it? Double or noth’n?”

Some laugh, while I clasp a hand ova his big mouth. “Gambl’n ain’t gonna help us here!” I hiss.

“Alright. Move along, move along.”

I can’t believe it- how’s we gonna pay this-?

“I’ll pay the fees, your Honor.”

I look up and see Denton, Les, and David enter. Good, they can help us!

“Where’s Jack?” David asks.

“Don’t know. I-” I gasp. Here comes Jack, be’n led in with handcuffs. I smile a wide, thankful smile.

“Hey fellas!”

“Nice shina, Cowboy!” Race comments. Oh God, it looks bad...

“Ya ok, Becca?” Jack asks.

I nod. “Ya had me worried, Jack! But everything’s gonna be fine-”

“Case of Jack Kelly. Inciting a riot, assault, resisting arrest.” Tha bailiff announces.

And then Satan himself steps into tha room.

“Judge Monahan, I’ll speak for this young man,” Snyder says.

My face falls. No… no!

 “No!” I protest. Spot grabs my hand as a signal to be silent. No… not Jack… He can’t…

“This boy’s real name is Francis Sullivan. His mother’s deceased, and his father is a convict in the state penitentiary. He’s an escapee from the House of Refuge where his original sentence for three months was extended to six months for disruptive behavior. He last tried an attempted escape.”

“Attempted? Last time it wasn’t attempted! Remember Roosevelt, Snyder? Remember tha carriage?” Jack asks angrily.

“Therefore I ask that he be returned to the House of Refuge,” Snyder finishes.

My knees weaken. No…

“What? For my own good, right?” Jack yells at tha judge. “For my own good, and what he kicks back to ya!”

“I ask that the court order his incarceration until the age of twenty-one in hope that we may yet guide him to a useful and productive life.”

“So ordered.” The judge concludes.

“No!” Les screams. I would do tha same, but I’ve lost my voice. All I can do is stare in shock and sadness at Jack, know’n this may be tha last time I see him. When my knees threaten to drop me, Spot props me up. How could this get any worse…

“Your Honor, I have one more request,” Snyder says. “That young girl is supposedly Jack Kelly’s sister, and has been harboring this fugitive. I ask that she be placed in the House of Refuge for five months.”

That’s when Spot clings to me tighter- both for me not fall’n and not go’n over to punch Synder in his schem’n face. He protectively steps in front of me, and the oddas make a barrier to hide me. Me, in tha Refuge? Why don’t they just kill me?

“No!” Jack yells. “I’ll take tha extra five- I’s tha one who took her in. She’s done noth’n wrong.”

“So ordered that Jack Kelly will pay the extra five.”

“Jack, no!” I want to die!

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, Becs. Just look out for yourself.”

“No! No!” I scream as Jack is lead away. Tha fellas begin follow’n Denton to Tibby’s, but I can’t move. I’ve physically lost all sensation in my legs, and Spot’s tha only one keep’n me from fall’n.

“They took him,” I whispa. “They took him…”

“C’mon, Beauty. Ya godda walk,” Spot urges.

I do, slowly. When we reach tha restaurant, we’s just in time to hear that Denton’s quit’n.

“What!?” I bark. “Just ‘cause you’s get’n a fancy new job means you’s just gonna walk out on us?! After what Jack did?!”

“Goodbye, Miss Kelly. Or should I say, goodbye Miss Sullivan.”

Tha name sounds foreign to my ears. Jack had neva told me his real name, and I’d neva asked to know it. Now that I know about it, I’d neva assumed Jack weren’t his real name.

When Denton’s gone, Boots asks: “Becca, you’s gonna explain why Jack and you lied ‘bout your names?”

“No.”

David makes an announcement: “We get Jack out of the Refuge tonight, and from now on we don’t trust anyone but the newsies.”

We all agree, then wanda back out. I keep walk’n ‘til I get to tha riva. I won’t be part of a cause that might go south ‘cause of a goil.

“How to rise from the floor,

When it's not you I'm rising for?

Just do the next right thing….”

I shudda and let tears flow down my face. 

“Should I leave ya be?” I hear behind me.

I hastily wipe my face off. “No, I’s fine. It just like Jack said: I shouldn’t rely on anybody.”

“Beauty, you’s can’t-”

“Stop call’n me that! I told ya I hate that nickname!”

“Well I can’t help call’n a goil ‘beauty’ if that’s what she is!” Spot walk over and lifts my chin up with his cane. “You know why I call ya ‘beauty’? ‘Cause you’s tha prettiest thing I’s seen in this lousy place.”

I roll my eyes, avoid’n eye contact. “Then you ain’t seen much.”

“I’s seen a lot, and trust me- I’s right.” He smirks.

I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had this happen…

“You’s aint too bad yourself,” I reply. “Sorry to take off, but I bedda get back. Kenny and the oddas’ll be wait’n for me.”

“Hate to keep ‘em wait’n. Don’t worry, Beauty. Things’ll get bedda. We’ll win tha strike and make Jack proud.”

“Yeah, we will. Thanks for… you know, last night.” I mess with my hands, not sure how to say this.

“I’s here for you whenever you need me, Beauty. Take care of yourself.”

“See ya, Spot.”

[korvidian]

So I watched Hocus Pocus 2...

(This contains spoilers if you care)

Hocus Pocus 2 is... a very confusing movie in terms of what it's going for. It was way too meta/self referential I think, like I really hate the whole looking into the camera and winking at the audience thing so many sequels do. Like it's all 'ohh sisterhood is the most important thing <3' but also like. They have killed so so many people and done fucked up things over several centuries now? But also we got New Witches who are Good™ now (boring!! I know it's disney but Boo!!!!)

Plot's straightforward enough, but I feel like they really needed the new coven to be likeable ultra good girl witches, so they cut out like all the Satan-granted-magic-powers parts and like. The ending where the Sanderson sisters all disappear into glitter dust after Winnie chooses her sisters over her magic really should have had them all going back into the firy abyss of Hell at least, which they did kind of emerge from at the start

I think Becca and her friends should get to use this skin-bound hell grimoire to do fucked up witch stuff like how do you just go back to American public high school on Monday morning when you could like. Turn conservatives into rats or something?

Also at one point I thought Billy Butcherson was gonna make out with the magic store guy. Thought Disney was gonna pull the 'here's our first™ BISEXUAL™ character™' card with Billy Butcherson or have him be like 'I could hear Salem Pride parades from my grave and realised I could now be an out and proud queer man despite being dead' for like. The few minutes he was on screen before being killed off

Also the magic store guy is like, really the weirdest character here he's fascinating tbh I want to study him like a bug. He straight up tricked a bunch of teen girls for some reason into bringing back witches who he stanned enough to make a candle from the flesh of a hanged man and dedicated his life to for no reason other than he saw them flying around and then dying in a cemetery when he was like 8?

He ran a magic shop out of their old house and held onto their fucked up skin book for 30 years (and made a bunch of copies to sell). Also apparently he knew the legend about the black flame candle needing to be lit by a virgin but didn't hold off on fucking someone so he could light the thing himself? Also couldn't just get pretty much any child he scared in his store to light it as a haha funny scary joke? He thought the Sanderson sisters were misunderstood somehow between all their child eating and boy-to-cat transformation and the whole swearing to destroy Salem etc stuff. This guy is so fucked up I wanted more of him tbh

The witch mother at the start who just... doesn't appear again in the movie, but is the bad CGI red winged blackbird flying around apparently? She looked cool but we learned nothing about her or her time with the Sanderson sisters also thought she was supposed to have died since that seemed very strongly to be the reaction in the first movie? But maybe she faked her death to get away from Winnie idk

Almost feels like they want to make a tv series out of this but I doubt it

The musical numbers and costumes were good and fun at the very least, and I'm glad the original actresses got to ham it up again, they really did do a good job

[los-gatitos]

for becca, a horrid little creacher

chocolate: first kiss was sixth grade w/ a girl yucky

french vanilla: im a whole 16 years

cotton candy: italy, london, boston

strawberry: montenegrin or welsh

coffee: nyx or urban decay tbh

mint chocolate chip: outdoors!

cookie dough: yah i play guitar

rocky road: literally anything by 100 gecs and the isolated vocals of throne by bring me the horizon OH ALSO HAIL TO THE KING luv avenged sevenfold

butter pecan: oh ana by mother mother, any tally hall or tally hall-adjacent tracks

cheesecake: taurus!

toasted coconut: the beach! so many more possibilities

chocolate chip: on this blog i think its one of my witcher wrong quotes

bubblegum: movies! they hold my attention better than books lol

pistachio: anime, againt they hold my attention + i can pick out the vas i recognize

salted caramel: the hobbit trilogy, the secret garden, ponyo, the old guard

birthday cake: howls moving castle, the princess academy, romeo and juliet, ophelia

moose tracks: ouran high school host club, red river, never understand (out of control)

orange sherbet: inuyasha, jojos bizarre adventure, violet evergarden, snow white with the red hair, princess tutu, i have so many more favs i legally cant list them all

peanut butter: im a math gay so

black raspberry: used to have a ball python but he got sick :( so now i just have my cat moonsy

mango: idk when i started it but originally this was a danganronpa wrong quotes blog, i never archived the posts so theyre still up

mocha: cloudy and rainy 🥰🥰

black cherry: forgetful, small, funny, friendly!

neopolitan: being ignored, deadlines, my homelife, slow wifi

raspberry truffle: indie pop, emo, or alternative i cannot choose

chocolate marshmallow: hershey for the fuckin win babes

toffee: steal the old mans bundle or blackjack

lemon custard: not usually but i did have a bagel today

dark chocolate: 😖😖 dont like this

fudge: everything. don’t touch me

peach: good music and hot tea

praline: somehow i still have never read the harry potter books and i never will. support trans women or perish

superman: yes but i overheat rlly easily so i dont own many

cherry: tea! i hate coffee but i will drink straight espresso if necessary

dulce de leche: piano! i tried years ago but it didnt stick

blackberry: many times i live a very comical life

ginger: i want a button that can just kick every conservative off the app. no more conservatives here go back to reddit

blueberry lemon: i dont rlly pay attention to individual blogs oops

almond: ??? i have never seen mean girls and i dont like the assumption that i have

butterscotch: black! i need to repaint them though

cinnamon: yep, though only once and it was by my ex girlfriend

blue moon: haha yeah and i may or may not have a teeny eeny meeney one rn

cappuccino crunch: nah i just pass out at random points of the day

mint: oh one time at this bar this guy was comin up to the second floor and in my general direction he said hey and like a fool i said hi back even though i super didnt know him and he just looked at me Real Weird and walked away. i stuck by the bar the rest of the night and wallowed

brownie batter: i wanna but its so sticky and wet i hate it so much

key lime: at my beach house :((( i miss it

red velvet: yah i fucked my eyesight up real bad back in fifth grade. mine r stylish though

green tea: .......vanilla...

[alt-2077]

David martinez x reader

They ends up getting killed by adam smasher alongside Rebecca [R.I.P you were the GOAT] so when Lucy goes to the moon she sees both David and y/n holding hands while on the moon.

My Moon My Man

chars. david martinez, rebecca, lucy, falco, adam smasher w⚠️. death, blood, guns, sadness, swearing, major spoilers genre. angst, scenario wc. 1.4k note. lucy, y/n, and david are close. love you rebecca and fuck you adam smasher you raggedy ass rat. I wrote this in a different view point but i changed it because it seemed more suitable, so sorry if there's some mistakes. I wish I made it longer as well, my bad.

Becca, You, and Falco hunch behind the car to take cover from the bombardment of Arasaka's military. You grit your teeth, yelling and attempting to return fire to no avail. "Fuck! Where is he?!", you yell, impatiently waiting for the arrival of David.

"These corpo-pricks ever gonna give it a goddamn rest?" Rebecca exclaims while holding her shotgun close to her. "NCPD's joined in on the fun. Settle and get comfy.", you look at Falco in distress, "Do you have any plan on how to get out of this shithole?". Rebecca looks at her gun and says over the loud noise of the firing, "Yeah, I'm startin' to run low on lead..".

A bright red mark lands on surrounds the vehicle that they're taking cover with and some metallic objects fly up to the Cyberskeleton that David has taken host of. "Hey, we made it.", David looks down at down at Rebecca with Lucy in his arms. "Sure took your sweet time, gonkbrain." Becca smirks at David and Falco chuckles, before they both flinch at a bullet nearly hitting them. "Shut the fuck up!" David takes action shooting the artillery of his suit. "David!" David looks down at you and gives you a soft smile before turning to Falco with a serious look. "Falco.", "Yeah?", "I need a favor.", Falco looks a little confused but listens anyway while Rebecca gets Lucy to safety in the back of their vehicle, you're still staying behind with David and Falco.

"No rest at all...", Rebecca grabs her shotgun "Glad you're back safe." Lucy looks at Rebecca in before she states, "For David's and y/n's sake, I mean." Rebecca gives a side look and after hearing those words, she softly smiles but looks to the sky seeing something flying down and Rebecca notices before aiming and yelling "WE'RE HAVING A MOMENT HERE!-- FUCK YO-!". Loud smashing fills the air around them and the glass breaks beneath where Becca was just a moment ago. Lucy's face expresses terror and shock, seeing Adam Smasher walking away from Rebecca's mangled corpse. "REBECCA!" Falco yells in union with your "REBECCA, NO!".

"Son of a-" Falco gets up to draw his gun but was quickly knocked away from Adam and loses his cybernetic arm. You take the chance to run over to Rebecca, kneeling down and staring in disbelief.

David's still on the ground before he triggers his Sandevistan and attempts to attack Smasher but Adam moves out of it. "You have a Sandevistan?!" David says, still in the air after missing Smasher. "A rudimentary implant.", He calmly states while looking up at David in his eyes. "I'm the one you're after, ain't I?!", David yells in determination to destroy Smasher before he dies. "All the same meat to me. I'll slaughter each and every one of you.", "Not unless I zero your ass first!". Cyberpsychosis takes advantage of David's body and Adam finds quick opportunity to slam David into the ground face first. "Out of suppresants?" David's still bleeding from his mouth and nose. "Right on schedule.", Smash's standing with his back turned from David. "No, you don't!", Lucy tries to quickhack Smasher but he somehow manages to resist it. "How did you..?", Lucy suffers some minor circuiting before falling to the ground. Falco smashes through the rubble in the car and picks Lucy up in the back and drives away from the scene, set on getting Lucy away from the tragedy. "Falco... David and y/n's still back there... please..", desperately pleads, "Turn around!". "None leave the slaughterhouse! Not alive!", Smasher aims his arm, ready to fire a rocket but is quickly disrupted by the way the sound of yelling and shots being fired. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!", the voice belonged to you, who was currently shooting Adam in the back with your gun. "I'LL MAKE YOU FUCKING PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO BECCA!", Smasher turns and aims at you, ready to dispose of you for ruining his chance to blow up the vehicle.

Before he could take his shot, a heavy force pulls his arm down to the ground. "Get distracted much?", David's standing up, triggering the magnetic ability that the Cyberskeleton offered. "You..." Resists the force and grabs the Cyberskeleton's arm, "Who are you...", ripping it off, "to challenge me?". "You can't even stand without your antigrav crutches." Smasher taunts and belittles David while smashing the remnants of his Cyberskeleton. "You think you're special because you're scrappy?", Smasher has completely destroyed the Cyberskeleton. "DAVID!", you jump on Adam, trying to remove him from damaging David anymore than he already has. "And the both of you think you can take me down? Don't make me laugh!", Smasher removes and grabs you, throwing you to the ground on top of David. You grunt in pain before trying to quickly get up and attack Adam Smasher once more but was stunned from the shot that has taken form in your stomach. "Y/N!!" David looks in disturbance seeing blood spill from your mouth and stomach. "David...", time slows down as you quietly say, "I love you..", but it was deafened from the ringing ears of David. Despite that, he understood what you said before you hugged him closely. Adam took one more chance to shoot you again, finishing you off.

That was the last thing Lucy saw, her best friend hugging their lover before light covered their bodies and her vision of the view was blocked by a wall Falco passed. "Falco! Turn back!", Lucy yelled in complete distress of what she just witnessed but her demand was ignored. "No can do.", Falco races through barricades to escape the area. "It was David and y/n's final request. If I turn around now, they die for nothing." Lucy looks at him in shock and in absolute doubt of what he was saying. "We already have our reward money. They want us to split it, you and me. They also told me to tell you... Sorry. Wish we all could've gone to the moon together.".

David, covered in blood and limbs missing, looks to the sky. Nothing but rubble cover him and his lovers body. He shuts his eyes, realising that this would be it, this would be the end but at least his lover was with him to the end. It doesn't take long for him start laughing at the events that had happened.

Adam stares at him and his lovers lifeless corpse on top of him. "I had some fun, after all.", Smasher exclaims before saying, "You know, you could prove an interesting construct.". The closest thing of a compliment you could ever receive from him.

"Whatever, choom. Like I give a shit.", David scoffs at him ignoring the amount of pain he's suffering from.

"Oh, well." Adam aims once more but this time at David's head. David, prepared for the inevitable darkness that'll soon cloud his vision, shuts his eyes and thinks of everything he was able to experience while with Maine's crew and everything that lead him up to this point.

Meeting you, Lucy, everyone. The happiness and sadness all of you experienced. From parties and celebrating successful missions to losing members. He was so grateful to have met you.

He opened his eyes once more to look at your face, your eyes were closed with tears and blood covering your cheeks. He sadly stared for a small moment before moving his eyes to the barrel of Adam's implanted gun and smiled once again.

Lucy was seated next to the window on the moon tour bus, staring out and taking in the sights of what space had to offer on this foreign planet.

"Thank you for joining us on today's tour... Experience lunar gravity in a way no braindance can simulate..."

Once the bus had landed, Lucy took the opportunity to sneak away from the crowd and left to explore the more deserted areas of the moon that she had once visited via braindance. The announcer was right, it was nothing like what she experienced. Once walking further from where she had came, she made a stop to look at the rays of the sun, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. She was finally able to see it in person.

"Whoa! Check this!", a voice had creeped into her ears, it sounded like.. David? She looked a little further down, diverting her attention from the rays.

It was.. David and you together.. Close, holding hands, and staring at the scenery in awe.

"I can feel the sun!", David excitingly saying with you lightly smiling and giggling at his enthusiasm.

Lucy stares in bewilderment. You and David turn back to her and smile brightly, both waving at her. She was so happy to see you both again.

Admiring both of your smiles and listening to the sounds of your joy, before you both suddenly disappear from her view.

She drags her hand further down, sadness engulfing her. Standing in the lonesome of the moon's field. She puts her hand down completely, looking down and smiles bitterly but genuine nonetheless. She closes her eyes and moves her face towards the sun, opening her arms and embracing the radiant heat of the sun.

please do not repost my work anywhere. thank you.