#Being nice is so easy when you don’t got a bitch ass bunny in your ear

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF game Vanessa is doing her best to play nice,,

[cdyssey]

Holiday

Summary: Grace and Frankie have a heart-to-heart after 7x03. | AO3 Link

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Grace makes margaritas that night to celebrate Grankiekuh, the new holiday that she and Frankie just made up to celebrate the fact that Frankie doesn’t feel the need to make up holidays to avoid her anymore.

“You just squished our names together and threw the -kuh from Hanukkah at the end,” Grace accuses, chuckling. 

Light.

Playful.

Simply exuberant.

Just an hour ago, she was guzzling martinis on the couch with her ex-husband trying to figure out the quickest way to apologize to Frankie for a twenty-year-old mistake.

And now they’re planning a fake holiday together, and everything is somehow right in a world that also features her current husband sleeping in a jail cell.

“You have to admit—it has a certain ring to it,” Frankie hums determinedly. “We could be the new Shefani, the octogenarian Bennifer!”

“Well, don’t expect me to passionately hold your ass on a speedboat anytime soon,” Grace teases as she carefully measures tequila in a cylinder and then pours a little more than the recommended amount just to be safe.

“Nah,” her partner winks conspiratorially. “Just my hand across a candlelit table will do.”

And so they light a scented candle on the dining room table and drink incredibly boozy margaritas and eventually eat Del Tacos takeout that arrives half-an-hour late because the DoorDash driver couldn’t find the beach house. And Frankie laughs about Grace tearing the poor delivery kid a new one. And Grace quietly admires that Frankie still gives the twerp a twenty dollar tip anyway.

“At least he’s got a stronger constitution than Bugs Bunny,” Frankie snorts as she closes the door on yet another shell shocked human being who has encountered the wrath of Grace Hanson.

“That isn’t an impressively tall bar to surmount,” Grace replies, wrapping a fond arm around Frankie’s shoulders.

They talk, they eat, and then they talk some more when all that’s left at the bottom of the brown paper bag are tortilla chip crumbs. They talk a little bit about everything, really—the surprisingly pleasant weather these past few days, Bud’s apparent penis problem, Robert being useless at the dishes, and how delicious Del Tacos is. 

And between them, talking about everything is certainly not the same as talking about nothing.

Because even if they’re only talking about the weather or the dishes or the abysmal states of their children’s genitalia, it’s because they enjoy each other’s company enough to implicitly understand that it’s nice to just sit together at the end of a long, hard day and hear each other’s voices.

Because the little things are nice sometimes.

The day-to-day minutiae and routine of living with another person.

Sharing space with them.

Being present.

Being kind.

And in experiencing another’s unadulterated kindness, becoming whole.

When Grace gets salsa on the corner of her pink mouth, Frankie reaches over and thumbs it off with a kind of casual intimacy that was hard won between them, fought for and so lovingly, so painstakingly earned. 

They love each other.

They’ve surpassed the point where they constantly have to say it aloud.

I love you, Frankie says when she takes extra care to clean the dishes just the way that Grace prefers—something Robert Hanson never quite learned after forty goddamn years of marriage.

And I love you, Grace replies when she unthinkingly puts Frankie’s phone on charge because she realizes it’s on four percent, and her friend can’t fall asleep until she’s listened to meditative whale noises on YouTube for an hour.

And I love you, Frankie doesn’t say when she extends her palm to Grace and tells her that they should stargaze tonight because “Saturn’s vibin’ in the sky.”

And I love you, Grace replies when she threads their fingers together so snugly that their rings clink and replies—without sarcasm, without judgment, without weight, “Sure.”

And I love you, they tell each other as they slowly stagger their way out onto the deck, Grace assuming the right cushion and Frankie taking the left, arm in arm until the very last moment when it makes more sense for them to let go, to find their own equilibrium as the sea breeze sweeps gentle fingers through their hair.

The sky is star-freckled tonight, blushing purple and inky blue.

In the natural silence that follows, however, the moon and the stars and the supposedly vibin’ planets don’t particularly captivate Grace’s attention for very long, so she finds herself staring at Frankie, who’s staring off into space, her tall features bathed in amber porch light.

Something has shifted in her expression in the few elapsed moments since they’ve been outside, her thin brow furrowed, a frown threatening to tug at her lips where there had once been an easy smile. Her slender hands are clasped below her chin in a gesture that Grace has come to associate with introspective thoughtfulness, tinged with a kind of subtle melancholy that Frankie has always maintained that she detests and tries to consciously avoid. 

“Frankie… are you—?

“We only fought for two hours this time,” Frankie interrupts softly, nodding towards the outdoor dining table where the Hanson-Bergsteins had yet another disastrous brunch together. (At least no one broke a bone or got hit with a wiffle bat this time.) “Ha, that’s a new record if I’ve ever heard of one!"

But the joke doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and Grace’s heart sinks somewhere beneath her ribcage. It throbs in her uncomfortably full stomach. She had naively assumed that three margaritas in a piece, the two of them could just skip the part where they rehash the day’s events and openly reflect upon them—but she should have known.

These emotional reckonings are Frankie’s chosen form of healing.

She’s always processed better aloud.

“Fighting with you is the most uninspired pastime I can think of doing these days,” Grace tells her truthfully. “I’d rather resolve our conflicts in five minutes than five hours, so we can catch Jeopardy! together without sitting on the couch in passive aggressive silence… I think we’ve reached a point in our friendship where we can do that… yeah?”

The question comes out a little more vulnerably than she would have liked.

Open-ended and hesitant, it requests an equally honest answer.

And while she knows that Frankie has no qualms about being emotionally honest, Grace also innately understands that she has chronically shied away from honesty about all matters pertaining to herself. 

(When she initially told Nick that she wanted to redefine their relationship, she couldn’t have even told herself what the hell she meant either. She supposes she wants to have her cake and eat it, too—to be in a relationship with Nick and go home to Frankie. But maybe that means she doesn’t really love Nick, that she’s just using him for the ample entertainment he provides: the romance, the easy companionship, the sex. And maybe, at the heart of that unsettling hypothesis, she’s just as much of a stone cold bitch as everyone around her seems to think. Her husband is in jail, and she doesn’t lose any sleep about it. In fact, in her queen-sized bed in the beach house she shares with Frankie, she’s slept better than she has in all the many elapsed and miserable weeks since she said, “I do.”)

“Of course!” Frankie exclaims, her brows arching in surprise. “You say tom-ay-to, I say tom-ah-to, and then we kiss and passionately makeup. That’s exactly where we are nowadays.”

“Then why do you still look like a kicked puppy?” Grace asks shrewdly, folding her arms across her chest. “Or like Sol after his supposedly well-trained dog shit in his Birkenstocks.”

“Does being marginally tipsy on tequila count as an acceptable answer?”

“Nope.”

“Fine then and damn,” Frankie sighs, waving a defeated hand around the empty air. “But don’t hold it to me if I’m not making sense, Grace. I’m thinking rabbit trails tonight. And not, like, rabbit trails of criminally-tampered-with poop, but circles and other weird thoughts that don’t seem to be heading anywhere.”

“Hey, I'm not going anywhere—I’ve got all the time in the world to listen,” Grace replies easily, and this is love, too, without ever uttering the word.

Twenty years ago, she did everything short of making up a holiday to not spend a single moment alone in a room with Frankie Bergstein.

And now, she's done everything short of divorcing her husband to ensure that they're never apart.

Frankie's eyes briefly widen in pleasant surprise at this seemingly unexpected gesture, her parenthetically enclosed mouth curving into a gentle smile—tender and sweet.

Lord, she’s beautiful, Grace thinks to herself as Frankie mulls on her next words.

She thinks this at least twice a day and chalks it up to passive jealousy that someone can look so radiant without ever really trying, by just simply being herself.

“Mm, okay... so I was just thinking about how my thing might actually be worse than yours… and you killed my son’s beloved rabbit,” Frankie says bluntly.

And so clearly!

Like she already fully believes it.

Grace blinks rapidly, not entirely computing what she just heard.

“How the hell did you come up with that conclusion?” She asks, nonplussed. “Like you said, I killed your kid’s rabbit and lied about it for some twenty-odd years. You and Sol just played an elaborate game of hooky.”

Frankie looks torn on whether to laugh or shake her head in clear exasperation of Grace not getting it.

“But the ethical jury in the sky isn’t in on me creating a religious holiday just to avoid you,” she protests with a half-smile. “Or even worse, admitting that’s the reason after all these years. I hurt you, Grace, and I don’t wanna hand wave that away just so we can watch Jeopardy! in peace. I want to check in with you and make sure you’re really okay.”

Even after many years of slowly but surely becoming acquainted with Frankie’s uncanny sensitivity to her emotions, somehow, it’s always still a pure shock when Grace is met with the unadulterated and unconditional extent anyway. She’s still unlearning Robert’s idea of emotional care, which largely involved having a stockpile of generic gifts to placate her various moods and whims.

And frankly, she’s not the most empathetic woman of the year herself.

I hurt you, Frankie said candidly and made no attempt to defend herself, to excuse her actions.

I hurt you, she declared, and it was an I love you at the exact same time.

Grace can hardly swallow, her throat a hundred emotions thick. 

“Hey now,” she eventually rasps, “don’t go all revisionist on me now. I was so fucking mean to you. We don’t play wiffle ball anymore at waffle-and-wiffle brunches because I hit you with a bat.”

“You told me there was a bee in my hair,” Frankie rubs the back of her head wistfully. 

“There totally was,” she grins painfully, “but the bat was a highly unnecessary measure.”

“Grace!” Frankie groans. “Don’t get me sidetracked. I’m trying to be real with you here—I wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination! I could be shitty to you, too.”

But Grace firmly shakes her head at this, her mouth pressed into a thin line, her rebuttal already locked, loaded, and innately known to be true.

“Not as often as I was to you, and rarely did you instigate because I’d already started it,” she insists, venom in her voice, raw and undeniable self-loathing. “If I’d been you dealing with me… God, maybe I’d have needed to make up a holiday, too…”

And even as she says it, the uneasiness in her stomach suddenly solidifies into sharp clarity and even crueler pain as she realizes what’s really been bothering her these past few days—a burgeoning feeling that she’s every bit as “harsh” and “vindictive” as Robert told the FBI lady she could be, even though she’s sworn she’s changed, even though she's wanted to be better.

God knows she's tried to be.

Because of Frankie.

Or maybe even for her.

The two reasons are interchangeable in her mind.

“I… I wasn’t like you, Frankie,” she eventually continues, glancing away so she doesn’t have to face the other’s expression—fearing confirmation of all her awful feelings, monstrously craving pity she’s sure she doesn't deserves. “Hell, I’m still not like you. The fact that my ideal marriage includes my husband being in jail more or less proves that.”

Grace Hanson doesn’t tip confused delivery boys thirty-percent after botched deliveries.

She doesn’t make up fantastical stories about magically disappearing bunnies for her kids so they believe in themselves.

She rarely apologizes for her mistakes.

And she makes a hell of a lot of mistakes.

“Robert called me harsh and often vindictive,” she chuckles humorlessly. “Well, I guess he’s got my number almost better than anyone.”

The ensuing silence following this proclamation stretches long and thin, like a tightrope strung precariously taut, and Grace is about to cave in to the temptation of looking at Frankie again when all of a sudden—

“Bullshit!” Frankie exclaims ferociously. “That’s a whole lot of bullshit, Grace Hanson.”

“Frankie, don’t defend—“

But she quickly reaches over and tightly curls her palm over Grace’s spiny knuckles, demanding her attention and getting it.

In so many years and throughout the span of them, she has been the only one to ever truly earn it.

Grace turns her head and finds Frankie’s oceanic eyes inches away from her face, storm-like in their intensity, piercing all over.

“Robert doesn’t get to use the present tense with you because he doesn’t live with you anymore,” Frankie insists when she knows she has Grace, when Grace can no more look away than a rabbit can actually disappear in a hat. “He doesn’t get to see you the way I do. And let's be honest here, I'm not sure he ever really has."

“And how do you see me?” Grace can barely breathe, only dimly aware that this is yet another needy question, one that can only engender a frighteningly vulnerable response.

Her heartbeat quickens.

She feels the exact striation of Frankie’s finger that is resting on the quarter of a million dollar wedding ring Nick bought for her in Vegas.

In the semi-lit darkness, Frankie’s sharply hewn cheeks feather themselves sunset pink. 

Grace blindly assumes it’s the humidity.

“As someone worth discovering,” she murmurs, “and by discovering, understanding that you’re a pretty darn amazing person to love beneath all those expertly erected walls.”

Frankie leans forward then and presses a chaste kiss on Grace’s head, quick and habitual, like she’s done it a hundred times before. Her floral perfume wreathes her like a warm embrace. Beneath the perfume, she smells like acrylic paint and sea breeze and strange but rich incense—complex and earthy and full of so many vibrant notes.

Heat rises to Grace’s face.

This must be the humidity, too.

“Some people don’t get that,” Frankie continues, moving back to her own cushion again, “and that’s their loss. They’ve never had to carve a pretty statue outta stone before, have never had to work on a relationship with you over time.” 

“So what you’re saying is that it takes work to love me, huh?” Grace raises a teasing eyebrow, even though she's not exactly sure that this is the appropriate time and place to make a joke. But the alternative to lightly joking is to internalize the words that Frankie just said, to truly contemplate what it means that there's at least one person in this world who'll wait for her—despite her many walls and damn them.

“It takes work to ever love anybody, really,” Frankie shrugs easily. 

It’s an unsurprisingly sage take—Frankie’s always been good at emotions and relationships and all of the other important and dauntingly human stuff—but it’s also one that gets Grace to thinking about Nick again, about his kindness and his persistence and about his dedication to wanting to make things to work.

She’s beginning to get an inkling of what it might mean that she doesn’t want to meet him halfway, kind and persistent and dedicated though the man might be.

That if she had to choose again between husband and home, there would be no contest.

There would be no hesitation.

So perhaps there are two people in the world who would wait for her, but of those two, Grace knows there's only one whom she would invite to stay.

“Happy Grankiekuh, Frankie,” Grace says, leaning her head against her best friend’s shoulder. “I like discovering you, too.”

“Well, you should! I’m a fucking delight.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Ha, never.”

But in the end, Frankie intertwines their hands together, and the silence of this action is its own unmistakable and resonant reply.

I love you.

Grace Hanson is loved.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hi it's me with the suna obsession can I request a male reader x Suna 😩 smut ;) like I saw this headcannon and I need it as a oneshot so like TIMESKIP suna coming home from a hard day at practice and seeing his much smaller lover waiting peacefully extra points if they made dinner and have an apron on with nothing under that's *chef's kiss* and fucks the reader onto the counter or wall? ;) Also if you need to know TIMESKIP suna is 6'3 👌

🌙ok so he's TALL tall🥴😳 (sorry this took so fucking long but 1 - i always struggle with male reader stuff and 2 - a bitch was having issues🥴 hope you still like it tho🥺)

[20:02] The door slams closed harshly, making you jump from your place leaning against the counter. You rush to smooth out the mint green apron over your body as you hear the sound of your boyfriend, Suna's heavy sigh as he enters your shared apartment, dropping his duffel bag at his feet.

He greets you loudly, following your voice after you greet him back while dragging his feet from exhaustion after a long day.

As he approaches, you start having second thoughts. You did this, got ready and cooked his favorite food, because you knew an important game was coming up and, with the coach working them to the bone, you decided to do something nice to allow Suna to unwind.

But you wonder if he'd even be able to enjoy it, with how tired you're sure he must be.

But just as you finish with the food and decide that it'd probably be better to give up on the more daring part of the gift, Suna walks into the kitchen.

"Well, hello to you too." He greets you almost breathlessly, eyes trailing up from your bare legs to the frilly apron barely maintaining your modesty.

By the fiery look in his eyes, you'd bet he's ready to enjoy his surprise.

"H-Hi." You greet back meekly, hand fiddling with the fork on the metal tray at the counter by your side as a means to draw his intimidatingly sharp eyes away from your flushed body. They follow your hand, stepping closer and reaching you in two strides of his seemingly endless legs. He lingers close enough that you feel his breathing on your nose before sneaking a look to the tray you'd previously been toying with.

"Aww, my baby boy cooked my favorite for dinner, did he? How sweet, bunny." Suna speaks in a tone that could only be described as pure sin. Slow, almost a drawl, deep and whispered hotly into the air. You can almost feel the phantom caress of his words on your skin despite him being turned away from you. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you feel your cock twitch softly.

"I wanted to surprise you since I know you've been working so hard lately."

"How sweet of you, bunny." Suna turns to you as he says this, eyes dipping for a moment and easily catching sight of the obvious tent in your apron, before they crawl back up to your shifting eyes and pursed lips.

His eyes seem to burn straight through you with all their unveiled heat and lust. It's intimidating, to say the least. But it is also, very exciting.

"Would you be mad if I had my dessert first?" Suna asks, large hands settling on your hips and gripping them firmly as he pulls you closer. One of his thin hands move to hold your chin, gently raising it towards himself, "I just can't wait to have you, bunny."

Fuck.

His words sent an almost violent shiver down your back while your cock twitched once more. It took everything in you to hold back your needy whimper.

"Bend over baby. Let's see if you've been a good boy."

You do as you're told almost immediately, hesitating only because of slight embarrassment which heated your cheeks.

You hear his appreciative groan as it rumbles through his chest at the sight of you, so obedient and ready. It's not long before his hands are on the back of your thighs, spreading your legs with his to get a good luck at you as you shiver from the coldness of the counter seeping through the apron over your chest.

"So good to me. Always ready to take my cock when I need you to." Suna whispers, placing soft kisses along your spine as his hands hold your hips before one slides between your legs to grip at the plug nestled between your cheeks, amongst a mess of lube that nearly drips down your thighs.

The hand at your hips seems to burn its mark into your skin as it dwarfs your hip, holding you steadily as you start to squirm, desperate for his touch.

He finally removes the toy from you slowly, painfully slow, watching closely as it slides out, glistening in the light while you whimper. Just to tease, because it's Suna, when the toy is nearly out he slides it back in just slightly, chuckling in amusement as you whine while you attempt to push back on his hand, unable to because of his grip.

"Now now bunny, just be patient and I'll give you what you want."

He finally removes the pale blue toy, receiving a whimper from you at the empty feeling that followed. “My pretty bunny.” He whispers lovingly, noticing the way your muscles tensed slightly under the praise, by the pressing of his thumb to your hip. 

“Think you can take me? Not sure this tiny, tiny hole can take my cock.” Suna rasped as he stepped closer, heat spreading over your back from the proximity. He took his hand away from you to unzip his jeans, barely shoving them down before both his hands were on you again. “You think you’re ready, bunny? I need to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes! Yes, I’m ready.” You stuttered eagerly, blushing as he chuckled lowly.

Suna pulled back slightly, spitting into his hand to slick up his cock, pumping himself a few times before lining himself up with your hole. “My cute little bunny, so hungry for my dick, huh? Let’s see if you can handle it.”

He barely gives you time to process his words or to even try to anchor yourself by grabbing onto the counter, before he’s slamming into you, sliding smoothly but still providing a slight stretch that makes you rest your forehead on the cool stone.

Your whimpers rise in volume as he slides in all the way, draping himself over your back to groan right into your ear that makes your cock twitch with how deep it is (clearly meant to tease you) and how it makes his chest vibrate against your back.

Suna’s hands leave your hips to grip your clenched fists, larger hands engulfing yours completely, “My cute little bunny. Always so tight-- and warm-- hmm,” His voice trails off to a moan as you clench around him.

You feel his chest move as he presses himself even closer to you, basically squishing you between his body and the counter as he ruts his hips against your ass, rubbing along that wonderful spot that punches a moan out of your throat while your legs tremble under your own weight.

“Don’t tell me you’re close already baby boy.” He chuckles almost cruelly as his hips snap against yours harder, suddenly. “My sweet baby, always so damn easy.” His hand snakes around your front to wrap around your dick tightly.

A moan turns into a gasp as he does, beginning to pump your length as your torn between chasing the pleasure coming from behind you or in front of you.

“Let go, bunny. Let me hear it.” The moment his thumb presses over the head of your cock, you’re gone, breathing rough, harsh and broken only by relieved moans as you faintly realize that Suna’s leans away from you to get a better angle. The continuous stimulation borders on too much as he throws his head back while snapping his hips with abandon.

“Rin,” You begin breathlessly, looking over your shoulder and meeting his piercing eyes with your nearly tearful ones, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, “come inside me. Please.” You plead so sweetly and Suna is gone immediately with a deep grunt and a few more harsh thrusts.

You relax against the now warm stone as Suna kissed your hair softly, still inside you and oh-

That cute apron is definitely ruined.

[bakugous-bbygirl]

Okay I liked your how BAKUSQUAD would react to singing ddlg okay but how would they react to singing PJ or 3 musketeers all by ppcocaine maybe including hawks and Dabi

~How Bakusquad reacts to you singing 3 Musketeers + Dabi and Hawks~

Ooooo I like this. Also thank you for the ask! I chose 3 musketeers because it had a little more wiggle room with all 7 of them. Although PJ is a equally good song I would be willing to this for PJ but maybe with less characters for my sanity

A bit of background to make this easy: this song has hella bi vibes so if your not into that it’s not a big deal it might just be mentioned once or twice depending on the lyrics

Also slightly 18+ again. Her songs get dirty. Swearing and mentions of weed smoking

Mina

(Sp—, Sp—, Spain, what you doing?)

Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)

I got bitches (You got bitches?)

Haha, ayy, ayy

Tell lil' shorty come here (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Trap bunnie bubbles!

Again Mina is the queen of knowing ppcoacaine.

All you had to say is you have bitches and it’s over with

She pops her head from the kitchen asking if you got bitches

She knows your not serious because your relationship is like, the best.

But it’s still fun to sing

Totally killed the rest of the song together she’s the best hype woman for you

Hawks

Bitch, I still get texts from my ex

You thinkin' that she yours but she movin' to the next (The next)

No bitch can compare, they all think I'm the best (Fuckin' right)

Real witch bitch, put yo' ass in a hex (Voodoo)

Bitch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)

Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check

Call me a nympho 'cause I like good sex (Oh)

But don't be mad when you going through my texts

Fair to say he was slightly caught off guard on how confidently your saying this stuff right next to your boyfriend

At first he thought you seriously got textes from your ex with made the poor bird a little insecure

Once you explain it’s just the lyrics and that you blocked your ex before you guys started dating he’s okay

Handles it pretty calmly and just wants to know the song

You even did little dancing motions like you are really feeling yourself to this song. Damn it’s kinda hot

He doesn’t listen to it as hard as you clearly do but enough to know when it’s gonna happen again

Like a 7/10 hype man and does the background work for you to keep your energy up

Still slightly worried about the ex and sometimes goes through your texts just to make sure

Kirishima

Ayy, ayy, tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil' shorty come here (Come here)

I'm tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble)

Tell me that you want me, that's the shit I always hear (Always hear it)

I got three bitches on me like the three musketeers

Loves the fact your so confident

I mean yeah the song is a little vulgar for you being such a bottom for him

Really curious how you look topping a girl

Wouldn’t mention it but just know he’s thinking it

Would ask how you came across the song in the first place since it’s not what he assumed you listened to while working out with him

You explain your hype playlist is a journey for another day

Overall though: much calm 9/10 because of the one impure thought but again you don’t know that

However next time you are away he’s so thinking about it while getting himself off

You probably look really hot going down on another girl

...okay now he’s questioning if you’d be okay with a threesome. It’s not cheating if everyone is cool right?

Right?

Dabi

Bitch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks)

Fuck a situationship, I'm tryna see that box

Saw her on her Tinder, said she like long walks (Oh the beach)

Runnin' with my phone but bitch who got these locks?

Dumb ho, who bought this motherfuckin' phone?

Yeah, shorty love it 'cause I'm making her moan

Try to find another bitch, get hit in the dome

Yeah, I know I am a queen 'cause I'm sitting on the throne

Man he was smirking his cocky ass off.

You flipping your hair (wether it be long or short I flip my short hair all the time.)

Grinding all in his lap durning the sexual parts

Tapping his temple half way joking and half way threatening him for real about him finding another girl

Also referring to yourself as queen and his crotch as your throne

He just holds your hips and makes you grind again whispering dirty shit in your ear

Oh he took it the most seriously because he knows you’ve had past relationships

This one is just the best.

For sure ended with you “sitting on your throne” you know, just while moving your hips and bouncing

And the next time you go into your playlist you happen to notice that almost all of your songs are gone minus all the ppcocaine songs you have

Cheeky burnt man but two can play at that game

Sero

Hey, gang, NextYoungin

It's Daddy Kaine in this bitch (Ayy)

Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit

Shorty talkin' foreign, yeah, I'm thinking she a Brit

Never stay strapped 'cause my brothers with the shit

Keep talking money 'til they hit you with a lick (Baow)

All yo' shit fake but there's Gucci on my fit

She want bread for the head but no, I'm not a trick (Nah)

Okay you two were just smoking weed and you actually were on the verge of falling asleep

Until you heard this part about to play

You had sat up and starting getting all silly

You didn’t face him while doing it but he could tell you had your eyes closed since you were still a little sleepy

About half way though you had laid back down in his lap admiting you didn’t know the rest and giggling

You guys still finished smoking just he didn’t take it seriously at all since you were high and it was a song

Still wants to hear you do it while your sober just doesn’t take it seriously in the moment

He’s a good and trusting boyfriend and he knows you don’t mean anything behind it

Bakugou

Switchin' up the roles, charge a rack for the flick

Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yup)

Bitch is high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean

Don't try to kiss me, ho, you need some Listerine

Drown in this money, all you see on me is green

I bought her a Perc' and I bought her a bean

Now she blowin' up my phone so I know that she a fiend

Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I'm mean

No, I never need no hoes, I just pass 'em to the team

He’s the king of passing hoes off to his team

Denki was always lonely so it worked for him

When it came to you he didn’t take you as someone who rapped at all or talked about passing hoes off

Just got all grumpy and held you from behind mumbling something about not passing him off

He knows good and well you couldn’t give him up your totally in love he just wants to make sure you know it’s not a choice

He asked why you even like the song if none of it applied to you for real and that earned him a nice bonk to the head

You don’t have to always relate if you just wanna vibe and rap

Mostly just curious how you got into such intense music he liked it deep down inside but no way he’s letting you know that.

Denki

Oh

You got bitches, Nya?

Hell yeah

How many?

Hmm.. three musketeers

Ha! (Da—, da—, damn, what you doing?)

Daddy Kaine and Cocaine

Yeah, Daddy Kaine and Cocaine, huh

He so learned from his mistake last time

Would you call it a mistake? He wouldn’t. But he still made sure to put his game down for you.

He was mostly listening to you the whole time to make sure you wouldn’t climb on top of him and demolish his high score

But since you stayed in your seat he relaxed a bit

He still put his arm around you after losing at his game and gave you a firm make out session making sure if you did have bitches he was the best

Wait no he’s not a bitch

But your not his he wouldn’t call you a bitch?

Let alone his bitch.

Poor baby worked his brain to hard and got totally distracted while kissing you

Zoned out until you bit his lip

He was fine afterwards just got a little Too caught up

Haha thank you guys for reading! Please send in requests anytime this was a lot of fun for me!

[anika-ann]

Attached: Words Lost in Translation Pt.1

Type: (mini)-series,  Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 4200

Summary: There’s a new guy in your history class – a foreign student from Milan, Italy. Handsome, nice enough, pretty smart, actually.

But dammit, you should have known that a guy complimenting the way you say his name will be trouble – Bucky certainly thinks so from the start… and he’s not wrong. Oh boy.

A/N: Attached: Words Lost in Translation is a 3-part addition to the Attached series.

A/N: Many thanks to my lord and saviour @chase-your-dreams-away​ for her help with Italian bits which you’ll find in the fic :-* Seriously, big shout-out for her, she was awesome! Vocabulary at the end if you’re interested.

And many thanks to @wxstedhexrt​ for sending me the link and putting the plot bunny into my head in the first place :-* 

Warnings: smug insistent jerk, harassment(?), swearing, one remark about LBGT+ that could feel insensitive

Story masterlist

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“Uhm… hi. Can I sit here? And uh—this is kinda ridiculous, but could I borrow a pen?”

A very much handsome young man was standing by your seat in the second row, week two of your first semester of master’s at uni, deep brown eyes, naturally tanned skin, relatively tall, his smile a fraction shy but honest.

What else could you have done that what you did?

Even if he wasn’t a relatively cute guy – mind you, you were dating Steve, very happily needless to say – you had no reason to be a bitch to a guy with slight accent you weren’t sure where to place, to a guy who was apparently a tiny bit lost on his first day at Bucky’s class.

“Yeah, sure. Seat all yours,” you smiled encouragingly, sliding him an extra pen on surface of the desk.

His smile widened brilliantly, exposing a set of perfectly narrow and white teeth. A twinkle appeared in his eye and you caught your heart skipping a beat.

Oh. Ah-oh.

“Thank you so much. Something tells me that the prof wouldn’t appreciate me missing the first class of his and not taking notes on the second,” your mystery student grimaced and you chuckled, unable to help yourself.

First of all, yeah, kinda on point.

Second of all, not on point at all, because the said prof was Professor James Barnes. Bucky had a relatively benevolent policy when it came to his classes – yes, he appreciated when his students were paying attention, interacting even, but as long as you weren’t an ass or weren’t making noise (or both), you were fine.

You said so to your new classmate and he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Good to know… but you know what would be even better?” he asked, cocking his head to side curiously – or teasingly, it was hard to tell.

“Oh, what? I guess you need the syllabus too, right? I can-“

A low chuckle erupted from his throat, his eyes glimmering with amusement as his gaze gave you a not-exactly-subtle once-over you weren’t sure how you felt about.

Except you knew exactly how you felt about it, you just knew you shouldn’t feel that way.

“That would probably come in handy too, but I’d rather know the name of my lovely saviour with a pretty smile.”

You found yourself lowering your gaze, heat rising to your cheeks.

Here was a thing – this was most flirting you got in like a year. You adored Steve, you truly did, from the bottom of your heart, he was a dream come true… however, the fact that you two were dating was clear to everyone.

And by everyone, you really meant everyone; considering the scene at your bachelor graduation and the mess around, it appeared that the whole damn city accepted the fact that you were Steve’s and thus no one even considered stepping on his toes.

Which was alright, absolutely, but… girl’s got needs, her ego craves a boost from time to time, even if it’s an appreciative glance from a stranger. Just a teeny-tiny bit of flirting.

No one ever flirted with you anymore.

It was why it was way too easy to fall into the sweet trap as you introduced yourself, lifting you gaze only to see your companion wearing a lop-sided smile. He most definitely liked what he saw.

“Sweet name for a sweet girl. I’m Daniel. I’m here for two semesters. And before you ask, it’s Milano, Italy,” he added quickly with a flash of his teeth again, holding out his hand – and upon having it accepted, he most certainly held it too long and swept his thumb over the back of your hand.

Which was the point when your head started yelling at you to stop this in an instant and draw a line. Yes, it felt amazing to be complimented to, but you had a boyfriend – a fucking dreamy one, no less – and you sure as hell didn’t want to give Daniel (how was his name pronounced again?) the wrong impression.

You retreated your hand with your smile turning tight-lipped, a cold pang of guilt stabbing you in your gut. Served you right.

“Nice to meet you, Daniel,” you said politely, and his expression shifted into one just a fraction patronizing.

“Da-ni­-el. Kinda soft ‘i’. Daniel. You’ll get a hang of it, I’m sure. Once more, please?”

Well, since he said please. “Da-ni-el,” you repeated more from a common curtesy, because honestly, the least you could do was to try to pronounce a name right for a handsome classmate.

Shush it, it doesn’t matter if he’s handsome or not!

Daniel smiled widely, turning his palms up and gesturing towards you. “Perfetto. Amazing. You’re a natural.”

Before you could say thanks, Bucky entered the class and you felt the stab in your insides intensify as his eyes found you unmistakably, as if he had witnessed our interaction with the Italian and was telling you he’d rat you out to Steve if you didn’t stop right now.

Ridiculous – there was nothing to talk about. You were just being nice to the friendly stranger who happened to be in your class and whom you’d be meeting for at least a semester. That was all.

Except you still felt your heart pounding furiously, equally because of the feeling of getting caught doing something wrong and because of enjoying the attention. Fuck.

Okay, fine. You’d tell Steve about this guy on your own as a precaution. It would at least remind you to keep yourself in check, because honestly, you had no desire to get tangled up in some mess. You had no desire to taint the beautiful thing you had with Steve with anything at all, less so for a fling.

Content with yourself, you forced yourself to listen to Bucky’s lecture, taking notes like you were supposed to, determined to ignore Daniel’s presence.

Except Daniel interrupted him twice with questions and remarks about accuracy, drawing attention of the whole class to him and you felt hot in your face for a whole different reason than before – simply hating that someone sitting next to you was, frankly, quickly getting annoying.

And God, you had no idea how much.

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Daniel Gallo was a relatively nice guy –social perhaps a little too much, but cute and open, easy to be friends with.

However, he had one fatal flaw, one you discovered very early on; he was the smuggest asshole you had ever met.

Perhaps it was his need to correct Bucky all the time – mostly failing, because Bucky knew his shit, he was just sparing you the tinniest details, leaving them for you to find in text books.

Maybe it was the fact that Daniel hadn’t given you the pen back, not even asking if he could keep it for the day, which you’d understand despite being protective of your pens; except he carried it around for two weeks, using it in front of you, returning it only upon your curious and slightly sarcastic comment about it.

Most definitely though, it was the fact that he was unbearably insistent on flirting with you – shamelessly – even after you grew so uncomfortable that you blatantly told him you had a boyfriend. He smirked, but backed off for the day, only to continue his advances the next week.

And then Jill, a girl from your year and a sort-of-friend, actually told you that he mentioned you in front of her, saying that you were two growing rather close, if she knew what he meant, and she admitted that she snorted into her latté when hearing it.

“What? What is it?” he had asked.

“I sincerely doubt that,” she claimed she had said, causing him to frown.

“Why? She gay? I don’t think so, I can tell this kind of stuff.”

“No. She’s taken. Very happily, I might add. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Nah. We’ll see about that,” he had replied supposedly and learning that felt like a punch to your stomach, causing you to see red.

You showed him ignorance incarnate the next week, but he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

And then even Bucky noticed and kept casting dirty glares at you both as if you had done the worst crime.

To be honest, after that you did feel dirty; but you didn’t want to make a fuss.

In fact, you hadn’t even told Steve about Daniel besides informing him about the existence of a foreign student in your class.

Partly, shame was to blamed, because you kept wondering if you had done enough; perhaps you should have been more radical, sterner with Daniel to make him stop.

The other part of the reason was that Steve was under tons of pressure because of his academic duties; all professors had to publish an article in a prestige journals dedicated to their area of expertise at least once in two years – university policy – and working on that while teaching several classes was simply taking its toll on him. You really didn’t want to add to his stress.

It wasn’t even a big deal – Daniel was overly social and he probably said shit like the stuff you learned from Jill about other girls too. What was the golden rule? When there’s nothing broken, don’t fix it.

There was nothing. No problem at all.

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Except there was.

That morning, you were zoned out, because Steve snapped at you for not doing the dishes and didn’t bother to apologize till you left the apartment in a foul mood. Then he went to shower you with texts full of apologies, gradually growing into pure cutesy (involving a picture of his puppy eyes) and gifs and stuff and you ended up spending the majority of Bucky’s lecture on your phone.

By Bucky’s policy, that was perfectly okay, because he couldn’t care less if you were smiling like a loon into your phone – hell, if he noticed, he was probably glad, knowing shit had rained down and was now being fixed.

At the end of the class, Daniel graciously offered you his neat notes – and really, they looked amazing –, surprising you rather pleasantly.

“Oh… that’s… that’s very kind of you,” you stuttered, almost rendered speechless. Perhaps you truly were just making a big deal of things, seeing something that wasn’t-

“Anything for my principessa.“

The cloud that had been following you since you left the apartment made its comeback in a second, so fast that you actually felt your stomach drop to your feet.

Oh no, you were not imagining things – after all, Daniel even had a term of fucking endearment for you. And you might not be speaking Italian, but you understood that just fine.

“Perhaps one day she’ll repay me with a dinner date,” he continued with a supposedly charming smile, one you found disgusting at the moment.

You opened your mouth and swiftly closed it when no sound came out, scoffing at your naivety. Of course he wouldn’t give them for free, jackass. You shook your head with a wry smile and packed your untouched pencil case and papers, rising to your feet without another word.

A hand on your wrist stopped you from spinning on your heel and walking away.

“Aspetta, aspetta-” an all-to-familiar voice now whispered as you grinded your teeth and glared at the point of contact, skin on skin. He squeezed your wrist almost gently before letting go. “Wait. Here. Just… take a picture, okay? Where would we be if weren’t nice from time to time…”

You really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction… but you could really use his notes too.

Dammit shit.

“Thank you,” you uttered, obediently taking a photo of the three pages of ridiculously perfect notes. Then, you met his gaze, face torn between stern and grateful. “Just… a reminder: I have a boyfriend.”

Slow smile spread on his lips and in that moment, you wanted to punch him in those perfect teeth of his. “Doesn’t stand in the way of admiring your beauty, does it, la mia ragazza…”

You had no clue what he said, but the la mia hinted you that he called you something his and that sent a surge of white-hot anger through your veins, mixing with humiliation. Your hand actually curled up in a fist, twitching – but instead of giving your piling anger an outlet, you took a deep breath, huffed and stalked away without a word of goodbye.

“See you next week!” Daniel called after you and you gripped the strap of your backpack tighter, squeezing your eyes shut.

That night, you got next to zero sleep, watching Steve’s passed-out form with tears in your eyes.

It was ridiculous, it was nothing and you were doing nothing wrong-- but you couldn’t make yourself to cuddle to Steve’s side despite desperately needing his wordless affirmation that everything was alright.

Just a simple embrace of his was like a promise of a brighter future. With him.

Chuckling wryly into your palm, you wiped at your tears and snuggled to Steve, causing him to stir and hum, his arm circling around you on instinct, a barely-there sloppy kiss to your hair chasing more tears into your eyes along with a watery smile gracing your lips.

Yeah. Everything was going to be fine.

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Nothing was fine.

Daniel was getting handsy if you could call it that. His thigh brushed yours multiple times the next class as he was sitting uncomfortably close and no amount of subtle pushing away (of you and your chair) was helping, so no, there could have been nothing coincidental about that.

You dug your nails into your palm and bit your cheek, but survived the lesson somehow.

Bucky called for you at the end of the class, saving you further interaction with that Italian Satan, allowing you to breathe freely until he addressed the very problem your head was occupied with.

Bucky didn’t like Daniel’s attitude to begin with – which wasn’t surprising, seeing as he was being a prick – but he liked the fact Daniel seemed to be awfully close to you even less if his tone was anything to go by and his eyes screamed accusations and you fucking hated yourself, feeling the tell-tale of incoming tears burning in your eyes.

“I can talk to him, you know. Tell him to back off,” he offered then though, the grey with blue threads of his irises warming when he noticed your state.

The pressure in your gut eased upon learning Steve’s best friend didn’t only blame you and apparently wanted to help rather than presenting you with ‘you made your bed you lie in it’ attitude.

You even charmed a small smile for him, determined to do justice to your word: “Thank you… it’s fine. I’ll deal with him. I can handle one guy who doesn’t take no for an answer.”

And sure you could.

Daniel hugged you goodbye the next class, saying he was planning a get-away with his new friends for a weekend and it might be dangerous – fucking absurd.

With your heart in your throat, you quickly patted his back and twisted from his arms, feeling dirty.

“No kiss for good luck?” he teased, that annoying smug smile on his face and you had to remind yourself that punching him was a terrible idea seeing as you were already walking a fine line dating a professor – who happened to be the best friend of one of your professors.

You didn’t need any problems – and for some reason, you were certain Daniel would make a big fucking deal of it. So no punching it was.

Your resolve crumbled to nothing when a sudden kiss landed on your cheek, the sensation cold like a kiss of the death itself.

Before you could as much as catch your breath which got knocked out of your lungs and not in the good way, your blood pressure skyrocketing along with your pulse to a point where your head began spinning… he was gone.

You gulped, eyes fluttering shut as the world seemed to sway from its place and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a hand grasped your arm.

“Daniel, go fuck yourself-“ you snapped and glared at him- only to meet Bucky’s angry and very much concerned gaze.

“Too bad you didn’t say that about thirty seconds ago. You alright?” the brunet asked you, grip firm yet gentle as he steadied your shaky stance.

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, a little strangled noise. “And I am gonna tell him exactly this the next time I see him.”

“Not good enough for me. You’re not stupid, I know you’re not. But I’m not either,” he remarked, expression gravel. His tone hardened, unlike his eyes that studied you thoroughly, examining your face as if searching for something. “You think I didn’t notice the change of your wardrobe?”

An icy-cold shiver ran an up your spine, causing all your muscles to stiffen.

Fuck. He noticed.

You supposed it wasn’t too hard to see and it was only natural that he kept an eye on you as on his best friend’s girlfriend. Yes, your Tuesday’s outfits suddenly somehow lacked skirts and anything with a deeper neckline than a turtle-neck, simply in hopes to turn Daniel off or at least not to pluck up his interest further; an action that had taken zero effect.

But being called out like this? That stung. It hurt your pride and it hurt by its very nature, because it reminded you how pathetic you were, unable to get rid of a jerk who didn’t take no for an answer – in a public space, with witnesses for god’s sake. It made you feel weak and incompetent.

So you looked Professor Barnes dead in the eye, your lips a thin line, your voice cold as you spoke the only words that made sense at that time:

“I—I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

So what if you stuttered? So what if his brows furrowed with what was a damn patronizing worry? You didn’t care as you gathered your stuff without another word exchanged.

You made a mental note to wear your favourite outfit the next week, forgoing pants and turtle-necks, because you could fucking take care of yourself.

Penny encouraged you, clearly having faith in you too, but she also gently reminded you that you could report him.

As if. Brining more attention to your person was the last thing you needed.

You could do this on your own, thank you very much.

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For all your bravado, you asked a girl you barely knew by name if you could sit next to her and nearly cried when she said yes and another girl seated herself to your other side within two minutes. You even smiled for yourself contentedly, seeing a dawn of a new age.

And then Daniel fucking Gallo walked in and charmed his way to the seat next to you anyway, somehow managing to scare off your original saviour as well.

Well, too bad for him; you had your confidence back along with your outfit that suited you much better and you were going to tell that jerk to fuck off, just like you promised to Bucky and yourself.

“You thought I wasn’t coming today, la mia bella ragazza? I couldn’t bear not seeing you…” he started off again and you eyed him head to toe, causing a smile spread on his face. You had found that smile cute once, the kind of smile you would let a person get away with murder for.

Now it was making you want to commit murder.

“I was hoping actually.”

“Oh, sassy today, are we? What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? He had the audacity to-

You can’t punch him, you can’t punch him, think of the bureaucracy and your future…

What about my satisfaction?

Zip it!

You took a deep breath and watched that asshole take a seat next to you, automatically shuffling his chair closer.

“Daniel, look-“

“Zitta, zitta…” he interrupted you softly, but the manner he spoke with only pissed you off further. Fuck Italian.

“I don’t know what that means and frankly, I don’t care. I’m taken. I said so, several times. So back off,” you hissed, watching your volume despite the prof not being in yet – you didn’t need a scene. You were disgustingly certain Daniel had brought enough attention to you already – in fact, you were shocked Steve hadn’t learned about this yahoo yet with how quickly gossip spread on this university.

And that Bucky hadn’t told him-- God, you hoped Bucky wasn’t saving it for today’s boys night-

To your utter shock and annoyance, Daniel didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, smiling widely as if amused at your antics. “Am I putting doubts in that bella testolina of yours?”

Your blood boiled at such implication… and maybe there was a thin flow of steam coming from your ears too? Because you couldn’t fucking believe this guy, implying such thing-

--okay, you weren’t sure what exactly he said, honestly, but you understood just enough. No doubts. You were perfectly sure he was an asshole you wanted to have nothing to do with.

“No! No way! Jesus- okay. Let’s be clear. Was... this,” you gestured between the two of you in self-explanatory manner, “flattering at first? Yes. But seriously, now you’re just making me uncomfortable.”

As if appealing to his conscience would work…

“Then give in. Just one little dinner,” he insisted, showing a small space between his thumb and forefinger, grinning as if he hadn’t been listening to you at all. “What could it hurt? Who knows, maybe I’ll show you a real good time and you’ll forget all about some boring boyfriend of yours… who I’m not sure he exists actually-“

You inhaled sharply, wheezing in fact, heat of righteous anger flooding your whole body. That fucker-!

“Oh for fuck’s sake-“

You can’t punch him. You. Can. Not. Punch. Him.

You repeated those words to yourself like a magical mantra that was losing its effect, because there was nothing you wanted more. Maybe except for Steve punching him, that would be quite a show… but it was not an option.

For one, Steve, thank heavens, still didn’t know about Daniel’s unwanted advances and for two, chances were that he would show a little less restraint and you wouldn’t blame him one bit. But it would bring a whole new set of trouble, so you had to deal with this alien of a man on your own.

And right now, staring into that stupidly smug face of his, you only saw one possible solution.

“Okay, fine.”

You almost slapped your hand over your mouth as soon as the words left your lips, numbing horror overwhelming your body.

What the fuck did you just do?!

“Yes!” Daniel whisper-yelled, pumping his fist and you noticed that the class was gradually falling silent, probably with Bucky’s approach – but there was still enough chatter going on for you to save the situation somehow.

“-but you have to earn it,” you added in an equally hushed tone.

He cocked his eyebrow, as if smelling your fear that arrived instantly after the rash decision he provoked from you. “I won’t back out from a challenge, bellezza.”

Yeah, I friggin’ bet.

Your mind was racing hundred miles an hour, choosing to ignore the whatever-it-meant petname in favour of the crisis at hand.

“How about… you ask the professor a question-“ Oh Bucky was going to have your head on a stick for that, but hey, he had offered to help you- “-and if he answers wrong, I’ll go to one dinner with you, tonight.”

…that would be alright, right? Just to get rid of him. One dinner so he would get the clue at last. You’d be a hateful bitch, possibly embarrassing him, doing just about anything for him to finally stop making your life a living hell.

Yeah, looking back at the product of your frantic brain, it had been an excellent thinking actually. Go impulsive me!

Hell, tonight was perfect for it, with Steve having a night off with Bucky and you originally planning on studying with Penny. You would tell Steve after, explaining everything—or maybe before? Bucky was your witness that you weren’t exactly an enthusiastic participant in this, surely he would help you explain and would be able to distract Steve-

But really, that was all theoretical, because Daniel would have to catch Bucky off guard first, which was very unlikely. Bucky knew his subject through and through and Daniel’s chances were extremely low anyway.

“Easy-peasy,” Daniel grinned confidently, making you internally roll your eyes at his overconfident ass.

Or perhaps you had let your annoyance show for real? You couldn’t tell anymore, the adrenaline rush in your veins making certain things too sharp and other dull. For instance, you registered Daniel’s eyes flickering towards the teacher’s stand, his already wide smile growing enough to nearly tear his mouth.

“Even easier when we have a substitute.”

“What,” you blurted out, head snapping to the professor at the front.

A flash of blond hair and a shade darker beard. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes of which you simply knew they had a glint of green in them.

Your heart positively stopped in your chest, your lips parting in mute horror.

“Oh shit.”

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Vocabulary: Perfetto - perfect Principessa – princess Aspetta – wait La mia (bella) ragazza – my (pretty) girl Zitta – shh Bella testolina – pretty head

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Part 2

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Eh, I swear the first idea was giving off less of a harassment vibe. But it gets better, I promise ;)

I apologize to Italians if you find this offensive, but it was in fact not my intention at all for Daniel to be a representation of a whole nation. I figured there are insistent jerks all over the globe. (And I happened to have an Italian real-life template, not gonna lie.)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #424

“got no superspeed, but i’m running this town”

What is the first line in the song you are currently listening to/last listened to? "I’m running out of time; I hope that I can save you somehow.” Are you an easy lay? Not in the slightest. What was the last reason you cried? Life and how inexplicably I'm failing at it. What’s hurting you right now? More like what isn't. Do you remember important dates? Only some. I'm awful with numbers. Do you own anything with the Playboy Bunny on it? No. Do you own a bean bag chair? No. Have you ever played Gamecube? At a friend's house. Have you ever played with toy cars before? Yeah, with my nephew. He LOVES monster trucks. Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Oh, definitely. I loved picking them up as a kid. What is your favorite kind of salad? Just plain 'ole iceberg lettuce with ranch, really. Are you any good at Ping-Pong? Holy hell no, I SUCK. What was/is your high school mascot? A firebird. Can you make cute little animals by folding paper? God no, I'm awful at origami. Like, I have zero concept of how to do it. What kind of music do you like? Various types of metal and rock. Do you like apple juice? Yeah. Do you like to draw? It's funny, like I do love it, but I barely ever do it because I get frustrated when I can't get what's in my head onto paper. What do you put on your french fries? Generally ketchup. How many people can comfortably sleep in your bed? Two. Do you want to have a big family in the future? I don't want kids, just pets. Probably a lot of pets. Is Vegas one of your must-see places? No. Pet rat: yay or nay? I've had multiple pet rats and I adore them. I've come to find I'm not the best at keeping rodents because changing the bedding so much sucks ass, but nevertheless they are fantastic pets for people who don't mind the maintenance. Would you call yourself a writer? Written any stories lately? Yes. I haven't written in a while, though. I just have absolutely zero motivation to RP. Are you good at reading people's body language? I probably overanalyze it, really. Ever threatened somebody and actually went through with it? I don’t threaten people. Does holding newborn babies scare you? Extremely. I feel like they're made of thin glass. Piercings: yay or nay? I LOVE piercings. They add an interesting touch to your appearance and to me just (usually) look super cool. There are very few piercings I don't like. Do you have a collage of pictures in your bedroom? No, but I want to make a motivation board very badly. Favorite Nicholas Cage movie? Ghost Rider. Were video games better in the 1980s, 1990s, or the 2000s? Why? '80s games bore me honestly, but I love some '90s and many 2000s games. I've got to say ultimately newer games win, because of graphics increasing immersion (no, I do not whatsoever believe graphics are everything or always make a better experience), voice acting improving immensely, etc. Have you ever watched The Beverly Hillbillies? Yes! Mom loves it so I used to watch it a lot with her as a kid. I'd still watch it. Did your mother ever sing lullabies to you when you were younger? Yes. Are you ready to get out of this town? I HATE THIS TOOOWN, IT'S SO WASHED UUU-UP, AND ALL MY FRIENDS DON'T GIVE A FUUU-UUUUUCK god hell yes get me the fuck out. Do you know anybody that is pregnant right now? Quite a few. What are you listening to? "Superluv” by Shane Dawson. Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket? No. Does your father have any facial hair? Yes. Did your grandparents teach you anything? My maternal grandmother, the only one I really ever knew, taught me I'm a disappointment, pretty much. And a bitch. Do you want/have a Bachelor’s degree? It'd be nice to have one, but I don't, and I'm not pursuing it again. I've wasted enough of my parents' money. Are you into superheroes? Who’s your favourite? Not seriously, but I enjoy them well enough. I like Spider-Man. What did you have for dinner last night? Mom ordered Mexican. I had two shrimp and cheese quesadillas and rice with cheese. Do you think you look similar to your siblings? No. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? Yeah, it's fun. Do you know your best friend’s middle name? Yes. Are you close to your father? I am. Have you ever had a serious conversation with your dad? Yeah. Would you rather have long or short hair? I enjoy having short hair way more. Who did you go/plan on going with to prom? I went with Jason twice. Have you ever been to a debate and speech tournament? Hell no, and I never would. Arguing makes me cry lmao. Are you someone who enjoys stand-up comedy? Yep. What’s one thing that scares you about living alone and being independent? A lot of things do, but one thing in specific that I fear is that I let the house become cluttered and messy. I'm so shit at cleaning, especially when I'm depressed. It's why my own bedroom isn't even fully decorated, and we've lived here since I wanna say last November. If someone offered you an all-expenses paid trip to one European country, where would you go and why? Germany, 'cuz I enjoy the culture and would love to try some foods and visit places. Have you ever won anything on the lottery? No. Are you interested in the World Cup? I couldn't possibly care less. What’s the longest time you’ve ever been on a plane for? Idk. Do you let your hair dry naturally or do you towel-dry it or blow dry it? I use a towel to dry it some, then let it really get the job done naturally. How many of the Harry Potter books have you read? None. Who last gave you their number? When I posted on Facebook about going on a mental health hiatus, my good friend Alon messaged me her number if I ever needed to talk. I was really thankful. Are you often the last one to understand a joke? Honestly yeah. I'm slow to grasp a lot of things. Your first black eye: Did you give it or get it? Never gotten or given one. Have you ever slept in a tent, indoors or out? Yes to both. Are you mad right now? I'm annoyed, but not mad. Are you allergic to nuts or dairy products? No. Has anyone ever called the cops on you? No. Do you ever actually drink milk alone? Yeah, I love milk. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex? It is EXTREMELY sensitive. What was the last situation to upset you? I'd rather not talk about it. Have you ever had an online argument? I have been heavily active on the Internet since I was like, 11. Maybe younger. I have been in plenty. Are you at risk for any medical issues? A lot of heart problems run in my family. I'm also suspicious I may develop diabetes, which also runs very heavily in my family. What were you doing at 7:00 a.m.? Surprisingly, I was asleep. Do you own a robe? No. What would you consider your life to be? A wreck. What is your favorite mark of punctuation? I like question marks. Who knows your biggest secret? Nobody. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Probably not. How do you know? I just doubt it. I'm so unlikable right now. Could you go a day without eating? I don't think I could. I do not react to stomach pain well, and that includes when I'm hungry. How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None. What’s your favorite drink? Strawberry Sunkist, but I don't allow myself to have it. I will DESTROY a can or five of it. Who was the last person that texted you? My mom. What are you craving? Nothing really right now. What was the first thing you ate today? An everything bagel. What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork. Have you taken any medication today? Yeah, I take some prescription meds in the morning and at night. Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but that'd be cool. Do you know anyone who has diabetes? My mom, for one. Have you ever made a boy cry? Sadly. Who are you talking to? Nobody. Do you think you’ve ruined your chances with someone? Absolutely. Your parents split; would you want to live with your mom or dad? My parents are divorced, and I stayed with Mom. Would you strongly prefer to go out with someone of your own skin color/racial background? I couldn't care less. For you personally, is abortion an option in case of an accidental pregnancy? For others, absolutely. It's your right. For me myself, it's possible, idk. If I was God forbid raped, I probably would have an abortion. If I accidentally got pregnant in a healthy relationship, I'd probably have a "too bad, so sad" outlook where I'd suck it up and go through with the gestation because having sex and risking pregnancy was my own decision. Even if I'm pro-choice, I think I'd feel too guilty aborting, especially with the child being someone's I love. Is it a requirement that you communicate every day with your significant other (via phone, text, in person, whatever)? IF I had an s/o, no. I like to, but sometimes you just want space. Are you fetish-friendly? I'm not gonna lie, some fetishes are just too fucking weird for me. I TRY not to judge, because I doubt you can actually help fetishes, but I inevitably do sometimes. If you're asking would I engage in fetishes because my s/o liked them, possibly, but it would really depend on what it is. Have you ever cosplayed? No. I think cosplay is really cool, though. Do you support the exploration of outer space? If yes, would you consider taking a trip into space, or even to another planet? As creatures who crave knowledge and understanding of our universe, I do support space exploration, but I do NOT believe we should be spending as much money as we do on it. Taking care of the planet we're actually on is far more important imo. I wouldn't personally go to outer space. Is it okay for men to wear makeup? What’s your opinion of male crossdressers? It's totally okay! Guys with makeup can be super attractive. Crossdressers, too. Go for it. You’re in a new relationship and your partner admits that they have had 14 sexual partners. Does that sound like a lot to you? For me personally, yes. I don't even know if I'd date someone with 14 past sexual partners, honestly. I would admittedly question their loyalty. Would you let your children under 13 watch movies with full nudity? No. If someone asked you, “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” would you know the answer right away? I would. What is your opinion concerning strip clubs? Not my scene at all, but so long as you respect the dancers, whatever. You do you.

[alias-b]

sins of my youth. 002

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hello all~ Down the rabbit hole. TW: Teenagers can be the worst. Bullying. Fatphobia. Slut shaming. Cruel boys being cruel boys.

Chapter 2: A Million Dead Stars

   All Evie had to do was wait patiently. For Heather to pop out back and for Billy to swoop in and make his bold move.

   The goofy grin Heather walked back in with did not disappoint. Not at all.

   “Hey, you.” Curls bounced when Evie cocked her head and Heather plopped down with a drink. They tapped red plastic cups.

   “So, I just had an...amazing conversation.”

   “Yeah...?" Evie sang softer. "Pray tell."

   “Just...wow. Billy Hargrove. Him too, huh?”

   “We knew it would happen. He was being way too cool around us at lunch when the guy has been nothing but shitty toward me since moving here. He gave me a ride home, it was obvious. And so…?”

   “Where to start?” Heather put her arm up on the couch and took a long drink, laughing. Pretty in pink girl. “First he brought up Jane Austen. Said they were studying it in English which was a total bluff.”

   “We’re not.” Evie confirmed. “He’s in my second period.”

   "You gave up choir for that specific period with Bowers." Heather recalled more so to herself.

   "No, I just," Evie scrambled, "I just didn't want to do choir anymore. The teacher played favorites. Got sick of it."

   Another longer drink and she went on.

   "So, continue..."

   “He brought up Pride and Prejudice. Which, okay, but Emma is way better.”

   “You’re wrong, but I still love you.” Evie curled up to face her friend. Heather laughed and took her hand, leaned her head on the couch to gather herself in a fit of giggles. 

   “He said Mr. Dancy.”

   “No?” Evie died there. "And I hoped he might learn something."

   “Yes!” Heather smacked at her. Music pumped behind them. Teens roaming and making a mess of the nice mansion. "I felt bad because...I snorted about it. In his face."

   “You know, I’ll give Billy a point. Go on.”

   “Museums. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I love you...but I’d soon jump into a pit of alligators before going to a museum for a date. Bowling or mini golf please.” Heather was chuckling. “Ballpark hot dogs are way better than cheeseburgers. Popcorn over cheese fries and a damn milkshake? Slushies or nothing. I’m lactose intolerant. He was trying to bore me to death or poison me, Eve.”

   Evie broke to laugh again, barely able to speak.

   “I know! That’s why I suggested all of that.”

   “You bitch.” Heather was giggling still into her shoulder. Hands clasped. They broke to drink. “Oh! And campy action adventure movies or rom-coms only for Heather Holloway. I don’t get why you even go for horror, you wouldn’t hurt a fly and you squirm.”

   “He bombed.” Evie covered her eyes, wiped a tear aside. “I almost pity him.”

   “What’s funny is you like all that stuff. I’m not sure if he was faking it well, but he seemed kinda into most of it.”

   “I’ve been running out of ideas when your followers scramble. Sue me, Heath.” Evie pushed up. “I definitely need another drink.”

   “Fine, fine. Hey,” Heather laced their pinkies together, “teen boys are the worst. Thanks for bouncing another off me. Billy’s cute and all, but hell, I have too much on my plate for a boy right now.”

   “Got that right.” Evie weaved between dancing crowds to the punch bowl. Passed some guy puking into a vase and another group cheering on an arm wrestling match. Spooned herself a full cup. Was mid gulp when she turned to a pair of scathing blue eyes. Oh, Billy.

   “You fucking-”

   “I’m going to stop you right there, Hargrove, and walk that a-way.” She gulped again and passed him.

   “You think that shit’s funny?” Billy had a fistful of her jacket collar. Snarling like a mad dog. "She laughed at me."

   The humiliation of it seemed to make Billy the angriest.

   Evie felt that resonate bitterly because he sounded wounded and oblivious to what life threw her way.

   “Funny? Only after the first ten boys.” She shrugged. “Now it’s just sad. I’m not stupid.”

   “I’d say jerking me around is pretty stupid.” Billy was clearly smashed. Smelling of beer and weed. Eyes red to hell. “Maybe you’re so fucking single and miserable, you make sure your friend stays that way too, huh.”

   Billy knew a nerve was plucked at that by the way she stilled to go colder. Brown eyes molten at him.

   “You don’t know me. You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? I think we both know which one of us is miserable. Go show off for the school all you want, you don't fool everyone with those pretty blue eyes.” Evie shoved off him. Wondered if she caught that same frayed nerve.

   "Hey, we got a problem here?" A Hawkins football player towered. Couple of his buddies from other schools that weren't Ridgemont made a barricade between Billy and Evie.

   "I'm talking to Fenny, dickweed. You mind?" Billy spat. Evie huffed and rolled her eyes.

   "You're talking to the girl who kicked Brock Tannen's ass. Show some respect." Another meathead joined in. Evie hid amusement because this was an odd change over the year.

   "Guys, stand down, you really don't have to do this for me." It was...weird. Frankly, Billy looked like he was about to take on all of them.

   The boy in front gave Billy's shoulder a comical brush and they went off like a herd of happy buffalo.

   "The fuck, are you teen royalty somehow?" Hargrove made a face at her tired expression.

   "No, just some lucky idol they keep around. I still get stepped on in the hallway and I pass everyone's love notes for them." Evie sipped. "I don't care that you like Heather, I care that you pretended to be something close to kind with me to get at her."

   "Don't worry, I'm not interesting in being kind to you again." It came out nastier than he meant it too. Alcohol did that to his old man as well. Disgust welled and Billy had nowhere to put it so it flowed out. "No one here gives a shit about what you have to say, Fenny. Don't count on them trying either just because you're some freak they keep around for one sick story. They're all gonna laugh at you."

   Evie blinked a few times. Saw Billy's shoulders sink while they stared into each other, both searching long and hard. Finished her drink in one swig and tossed the cup at his shoes.

   “You fucking insecure asshole, check a mirror in five years and let me know if you like what you see. Not like you even do now, I bet, so enjoy denial. And stay away from me, Hargrove.” She went down the hallway beyond a spiral staircase and almost ran into a huge chest. As if this night couldn't get any worse.

   Fuck.

   Brock Tannen. Poster boy of rich asshole quarterback from their main rival school. Chestnut hair and chiseled good looks covered evil.

   “Fat Fenny. Oh, sorry. Old habit. Evie. Missed you around these parts.” He nursed a can of beer and leaned into the wall. “Go psycho on anyone lately?”

   “The year isn’t over.” She moved to pass him.

   “Look.” He jolted in front of her. “Admittedly, I was a real shithead. I know that now. My folks even got someone for me to talk to. I'm working through all my shit. But, I was an ass to you.”

   “We knew this.” Evie tried to go the other way, but his shoulder blocked her. She caught sight of his chain. A silver playboy bunny charm he loved to show off.

   “Listen, the year is almost up. I want you to know I don’t hold it against you. You went through some shit at home too. Truce?” No response. A beat before his chin lifted. “You never went crying to your slut mother about me. My dad said she sucks the mailman off.”

   "Don't say shit about my mother." Evie was on her toes. Hands clenching.

   "Didn't cry to daddy either, oh...my bad. You can't." Brock's laughter rang sirens around her head. He was begging her to go off again. "Why didn't you tell mommy about me? We almost had fun."

   “You didn’t get far with me if that’s what you mean, you think I’d give you my tears? Just embarrassed that you bat at fat chicks and get turned down. Eat shit, Tannen.” She got around him, staggered away.

   “Maybe I’ll convince you. I just want to be friends. It’s going to be a new year soon.” His voice lingered along the hallways. "Just messing with you cause I like you is all." More chuckles followed.

   Guys like Tannen secretly wanted her. Unobtainable and strange girls who didn’t conform to stupid high school stereotypes, it really pissed people off. Exotic, which was truly the worst word. Evie was easy to fetishize. 

   Billy got over Heather because Evie passed him moments later with his tongue down some Ridgemont girl’s throat.

   The boy was all mouth and hands. Sucked face like a fucking giant squid attacking a ship at sea.

   "Ick. Fucking Cthulhu." She got away from that, drank more to forget.

   Heather pulled her friend into the dancing. Lights blasting all directions. Music pulsed. Couple more drinks and they were stumbling to Heather’s place. Sneaking up the stairs to fall into a queen sized bed.

   “Can’t believe we didn’t wake my parents.” Heather rolled to her front, smudged the pillow with makeup. Evie was on her side snickering. “Hey, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

   “Nothing is wrong.” Brown eyes blinked. Heather nuzzled her pillow and breathed even, searching.

   “You changed last year. After, what happened at home… I know you miss your dad.” Delicate fingertips ran over Evie's arm. Slipped away.

   “He left.”

   Evie remembered coming home from school. He was just gone. Clothes and all. Mona crying at the table. Pictures down. Like he never existed.

   And her mother never really explained why. Just said they had problems and her dad wanted to be with someone else. He never called. Mona cried that day and hasn’t cried since. Evie couldn’t even remember the last thing she said to him. 

   People vanish. They have that power.

   “After...what happened with Tannen. You got all distant with me. I just worry about you a lot.” Heather’s fingers curled into Evie’s sleeve. “Kids are cruel, I don’t understand why. Why they're so mean...”

   “Some people don’t know where to put it when they hate themselves.”

   “I don't think I hate myself. Sometimes I hate that myself isn't enough, you know? Enough to please my parents all the time and enough to help other people out."

   "You're more than enough for me, Heather." Evie heard a sniffle.

   "D-Do you hate yourself?” An airy tone slurred.

   “I don’t know.” Evie sighed. “I’m fine, Heath, I’m happy. I dealt with it.”

   “Happy or pretending to be?” Heather mused, pulling at her hair scrunchie to relieve brown locks. “I just don’t see you a lot, like you’re always with someone else. You never wanted to hang out over the summer.”

   “I’m just busy with stuff, it’s nothing.” Evie peered at the walls plastered in their friendship. Felt every smiling version of herself in those old photographs wince at her lies. Stars exploding in total silence.

   “You’re going to leave Hawkins and sing your songs for people on a stage. You’re going to be world famous and I’ll get to point and say, that’s my best friend.” Heather grinned. “Keep breaking that shell. I can help you.”

   “I’ll try.” Evie scoffed. “You’re so drunk.”

   “I am…” Heather hummed. “Just talk to me, okay? I want you to be so happy again. Like we used to be when we’d go to the park. Play on swing sets.”

   “I won’t shut you out.” She replied as Heather settled, started to snore. “Goodnight, Heath.”

   “M’night.”

** ** **

   Billy was still raging into that night. Stumbled out of a bedroom pulling his tee back on, rooting around for his jacket. Most kids were starting to pass out on floors and couches.

   “Hey, this belong to you?” Brock plucked up leather so Billy snatched it. “Good to see you, Hargrove. You know, they say Hawkins would have finished out the basketball season with the title if you stayed on the team.”

   “They played favorites. Got sick of it.” Billy passed him, lightning a cigarette.

   “Come outside, sit with the guys.” Brock cocked his head, square jaw setting when he smiled.

   “Hey, B.” Tommy was stoned out of his mind. Looked at Billy like he was trying to find him in a haystack. Not with Carol so they must have had some fight. 

   Billy eyed the clear covered pool. Lights played up to touch his face before he plopped into a metal chair. Boys from Hawkins and other schools gathered around a glass table, drinking and shooting the shit. A joint was passed. Mostly rich, sporty types.

   “Hargrove. Hear you’re the Hawkins Keg King. What the hell happened with Harrington?” Brock faked interest, hands clasped.

   “Crashed and burned, man.” Tommy chortled, smacking Billy’s arm.

   “Who?” Just play dumb.

   “Don’t play coy, man, we all know you beat the shit out of him. Knocked the pretty boy down a few pegs.” Brock only grinned there. “So, you’re in the circle now.”

   “Oooh, do I get a medal?” Billy flicked his smoke aside and swiped Tommy’s beer to drink.

   “I like this guy, Hagan.” 

   “We can trust him.” Tommy winked, sitting back.

   “You’re not going to hunt me for sport, are you?” Billy inhaled sharper, unworried. Laughter erupted.

   “It’s funny you say that,” Brock took the floor, “because we are going to let you in on the deepest secret between the high schools. Something that brings all the boys together. Hawkins. Ridgemont. Hill Valley. Bates. We have this little tradition we do between Homecoming and Prom.”

   “Skirt Safari.” Brock’s right hand man chuckled, sucking the joint down. Few boys echoed it with laughter.

   “The hell is that?” Billy drank, shaking his hair out.

   “Some of us guys throw this big dance party. Rent out a nice place in town, pour some good money into a pool.” Brock shrugged. “You take a girl and we vote.”

   “Vote?” Billy puffed. More cruel smiles.

   “Yeah, on which girl is the ugliest beast.” Hyena cackling followed. Billy just stared with his brow raised.

   “Ah...What the fuck is this? Are you joking?”

   “Open season, man.” Another boy chimed in.

   “Walk with me, Hargrove, you have something special about you.” Brock got up, swiped the joint to finish it. Billy looked irritated and followed. Fresh air cleared his head. Behind them, teens chattered. “I think you’ll fit right in here. You live on Cherry Lane, right?”

   “What’s it to you?” Billy chucked the beer aside.

   “Next to that Fenny girl. Kinda cute in her new little outfits if you like something extra to grab onto.” Brock shrugged. Turned from Billy to eye the sky clearing up.

   “Didn’t she beat your ass last year?” A sly grin crossed.

   “Ah, you heard. Rumors have been exaggerated. Just like you and Harrington I’m sure. Getting booted from the team over a tiff.”

   “I left on my own, fuck them.”

   “Fenny had a thing for me and I said no because I was with someone, so she got emotional. Girls are like that. They get attached and upset when we don't give them what they need.” Brock stuffed his hands into his pockets. “She’s untouched, you know, so I heard. Flaunting her shit now and not letting us grab the goods. Asking for it man, but too afraid to follow through. I hate that teasing shit. They say the bookworms are wild in the sack. Bet you that musical girl can sing too.”

   “You obsessed with her now and her little outfits?” That earned Billy a brief heated expression. The boy was more observant than he was given credit for.

   “I just wanted to raise a challenge for you. Get Fenny to go to Skirt Safari as your date. New Years Eve, we’ll give you the address. Kiss her before the clock strikes twelve. She won’t earn you the win, but I’ll bet you money that you can’t get the famous ice queen to go.”

   “Man, this is so fucking stupid.” Billy clearly didn’t fit with this crowd of uppity shits. Heels spun to go.

   “Is three hundred dollars stupid?” Brock watched Billy skid. Blue eyes shifting to see him again. “Ah, I have your attention.”

   “Cash?” Billy could use it. Three hundred would go far for him. Brock Tannen knew that immediately about him.

   “I can show it to you if you like.” Brock displayed his teeth, almost glowing and sharp. “Show us that Hargrove charm and break the unbreakable. If you're the Keg King. Prove it. Let us see you in action.”

   “I take her to the shitty party and you give me three hundred bucks?" Billy asked carefully, eyes darting. "She doesn't have to find out about this vote shit you guys do?”

   “No, not a word from us. I'll even pay your end of the pool as a token. Just an innocent kiss before the ball drops. You don't have to screw her, unless she's your thing. Easy enough?” Brock held out his hand. Billy eyed the campy bunny chain around Tannen’s neck, huffed out his nose.

   Took the offer with a hard expression.

   “Deal.”

** ** **

   Evie rubbed her eyes the next morning and said bye to Heather, raking fingers through curls as she was dropped off. Jacket pulled close while she fumbled for keys and Heather drove off.

   Not even a second after, a blue Camaro was pulling up next door. 

   It was annoying how great Billy looked even with a hangover after a hard night of partying. He stunk of beer and smoke and his hair was ratted, but glowy as always. Evie groaned when he spotted her and got the key in the door.

   “Hey, Evie.” Was that her name he just used? “Hey, wait up.” Boots clicked to hurry toward her house. A stronger hand yanked the front door closed and Billy held his ground there. "Wait a second, I'm trying to talk to you."

   “Aren’t we both too hungover for this?” Already on the defensive. Makeup smeared around her eyes. She turned, applying some chapstick and sighed out. "What?"

   “Look.” Billy pushed his hands into his back pockets, eyes flicking away and back. “It was a dick move. The whole Heather thing.”

   “Yeah.” She waited for him to go on.

   “And I’m…” Sorry? “It was shitty.” He craned down toward her. "The stuff I said, I was fucking wasted."

   "And you're..." She tried to spell the word out with her eyes. Billy blinked innocently.

   "An asshole."

   Evie flattened.

   "Yes, but not what I was...ah, look, it doesn't matter. I was drunk and I jabbed too. And I am...sorry." A shrug before she tried the door again.

   Billy pulled it shut once more like this was a game, earning a sigh of irritation.

   "I'm still talking at you. I was...I am...a shithead." He couldn't wrap his squid tongue around a fucking apology. Christ.

   Evie looked expectantly, leaning in as if more should come.

   Billy sucked at this so he decided to jump right in.

   “I wanted to make it up to you. There’s this dance up in the city. Real bar. Real drinks. New Years Eve bash. Go with me.” It sounded like an order.

   “Go with you?” She blinked in shock. Grew pointed. “Ah, no, Billy.” Evie got her front door open again and pushed by him. Wondered if he was used to rejection in any form. So, she pushed pride aside. “But, Heather thinks you’re cute okay. Just ask her. It’s fine.”

   She got around the door and hid half behind it. Billy’s hand went flat to stop it from shutting.

   “I don’t want to ask Heather, I’m asking you.” He shrugged with big eyes. Bet ladies fell for it. Evie searched him, beyond confused. She hated confusion. It was too much. “You’re single, it’s this or some lame ass high school party.”

   He noted she opened her mouth and decided not to protest the single part. The hesitation was odd.

   "I...I happen to like lame ass high school parties." She stammered out.

   "Oh, sure." He winked.

   "Y-Yeah, I just love them actually because kids our age are very stupid. It's better than public television."

   "Right. Right." He sounded not convinced.

   "And, you're Billy Hargrove so any girl will jump at the chance, just ask-"

   “I’m asking you, Angel. Deal with it.” He lowered his tone and got closer. Flashed a darling smile then bit his lip. Slid that tongue over it. "Don't make me beg. You know I will."

   “You...I… Look, I’m...flattered but, I can’t. I, uh, have a thing.” Her voice trailed off. “Sorry.” The door shut.

   Billy gave this growl low in his throat. 

   “We have time, Fenny, I’m fine asking again.” His voice picked up. Silence. "All you gotta do is nod that pretty head of yours."

   Billy knew she heard it. He turned and dropped the grin when he spotted Max there on the sidewalk, skateboard in hand. Watching.

   "Are you asking Evie out?" She narrowed on him.

   "Mind your fucking business, shitbird." Billy stepped off the porch. "She's going to a party with me."

   "Sounded like she just said no to you."

   Billy swerved to get angry. Remembered a nail bat crashing between his legs. Shut his mouth.

   "Whatever." A puff.

   "She's nice," Max trailed after him, "you should, you know...ask her to something if you... She's cool. Cooler than you."

   He slowed, eyebrow raising.

   "Doesn't matter."

   "It's Saturday." Max explained, red hair catching the sunlight to flame up.

   "I know what day it is, Max, leave me alone." Billy was going up toward their house.

   "She probably said no because you stink so bad."

   "What the fuck?" He wheeled around again, chest puffing.

   Max smirked at him and Billy found himself matching it. Bold little shit.

   "I know what I said. And it's Saturday, that means she'll probably be helping her mom at that salon later. You should shower and show up. Girls like spontaneous stuff, it's thoughtful and you suck at that."

   Billy scrunched at her.

   "Since when do you care about...?"

   "About what?" She shuffled there on the grass. Peered at Neil's car in the driveway. "We're family now whether we like it or not. Which means I'm stuck looking out for you. Right, Billy?" Max dropped her skateboard, popping it up with one foot. "I like Evie and I don't want my brother being a jerk to her. Or anyone."

   Billy scoffed, near amused.

   "Right." He grumbled. Went up and paused to turn once more. "Max."

   "Yeah?" She readied to ride off.

   "Watch the board around my damn car, will you?" Billy heard her snort. "I got shit to do now, stay out of the way."

   "Take a shower and show up. Try asking instead of telling. See what happens." Max rode off with a clatter of wheels on concrete. He only shook his head again. Smiled to himself without thinking before he went in.

   Billy decided to take the advise on all accounts. She'd go with him.

   Certainty crept the more he looked at himself in the mirror and applied his aftershave. Maybe he forced the feeling so often, it was second nature. Fuck, looking at his reflection was never this difficult. Evie's words rang harder this morning.

   He didn't blame her for once.

   All these false fronts Billy showed the world. Old photographs flashing like a million dead stars. That was all we ever saw of them. Somewhere else, Evie heard those same stars dying too. Decayed and twinkling too pretty even still. It sounded almost like a cruel fate.

   A tongue swept over his lips before he tried something new. Eyes averting to speak quietly like someone might hear. Fingers twisting the silver ring about his middle finger.

   "Sorry."

   He resumed fixing his curls. Polished up that Hargrove charm until it shined bright.

   What Evangeline Fenny didn't know couldn't possibly hurt her, Billy reasoned.

   Right?

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Thanks for reading, chat with me if you have time! Tried to push another chp out quick. Imma pass out now XOXO TAGGED: @80sbxtch​ @nottherightseason​ @orxhidshavana​  

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Riddikulus - two

hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers!au

jungkook x reader, side namjin

Word Count: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of sex, language

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The halls of Hogwarts were buzzing with excitement. The first day of classes always made the castle fill with elation. You, however, were hurrying to potions, your favorite course. Seonghwa had dragged you into an empty classroom and had his way with you, and now you were running late, and considerably disheveled. 

“Nice of you to join us,” Professor Slughorn nodded you to the only empty seat in the room. You passed Jimin and gave him a glare, he was supposed to be saving you a seat, yet here you are making your way to the back of the class. When you spotted the red and gold on the robes, you inwardly groaned, but when you were met with an arrogant bunny smile you flicked Jeon off. Sitting down in your seat, you kept your eyes trained on Slughorn. 

“So, how’s Seonghwa doing today?” Jungkook whispered, taking in your fucked out appearance, “Or was it another of the 6 guys you’ve fucked.”

“You’re just jealous that you can’t get your dick wet, Jeon. If you tell my brother or Jin about this you’re dead.”

“Oh, I feel so threatened snake princess.” 

You just rolled your eyes, focusing on Slughorn’s lecture. Jungkook had absolutely tortured you during your first year. He would always lead the Gryffindors in taunting you and would even steal your things and hide them around the castle. The most annoying part about Jungkook was that he was so perfect at everything. He was an extremely talented seeker, he was devilishly handsome, he excelled in (almost) every class, and the entire school idolized him. You think maybe that’s why he tortured you. You never fell for his charms. You glanced at the boy sitting beside you before shaking those thoughts from your head and trying to learn some potions. 

Despite showing up late and not really trying, potions was one of your best subjects. However, it was Jungkook’s worst, a fact that was painfully evident when his potion smelled like rotten eggs by the end of class. He was sticking his tongue out while he read his potion book, and if the smell of his potion wasn’t filling your nose, you might’ve thought he looked handsome. Keyword: might’ve. 

“Help me fix this will you?” He pleaded, his face flushed a light pink as he tried dumping more ingredients in. You slapped his hand away from his cauldron to stop him from making it worse before glancing around. Slughorn was assessing the potions on the other side of the room. Hastily, you added more wormwood, his potion turned the same lilac color yours was currently. 

“Don’t get used to it, I’m not gonna help you pass.”

“Help me study and I won’t tell Namjoon you’re still fucking Seonghwa despite him specifically telling you to stop,” he bargained, another arrogant smirk painted on his face. 

“For a Gryffindor, you sure are a cunning asshole.”

He just chuckled at you, “The hat did almost put me in Slytherin.”

“Thank god that it didn’t.”

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You threw yourself onto the emerald green couch in the Slytherin common room, resting your legs on Jimin and laying your head on Yoongi’s lap with a sigh.

“Today was a bitch,” you groaned, running your hands through your hair to release the tension from your headache. 

“Why?” Jimin asked, rubbing your calf.

“I’m mad at Jimin so Yoongi ask me why my day was a bitch please,” you said, causing Yoongi to laugh and Jimin’s lips form into a pout. 

“Why was your day a bitch, princess? And why are you mad at Jimin now?”

“Well, my day started off great. I got fucked in an empty classroom before potions,” you started, Yoongi groaning at you.

“Oh, is that why you were late?” Jimin asked, looking down at you.

“And I’m assuming that's why you have a giant hickey on your neck?” Yoongi muttered, pushing your hair to the side in order to see the mark more clearly.

“Yeah, so what I fucked Seonghwa again. That's not the point of the story Yoongles. The point is that Jiminie was supposed to save me a seat, but he sat next to the fourth year boy he has been dying to fuck.” 

Yoongi just rolled his eyes at this, giving Jimin a pointed glare. 

“I mean, does he have no loyalty?” you shot a look at him. 

“Princess we aren’t Hufflepuffs, he’s probably been planning on how to sit by him all summer holiday.”

You just stuck my tongue out at Yoongi’s theory, giving Jimin a slight kick to his stomach in annoyance, “I got stuck sitting next to Jeon fucking Jungkook for the rest of the term. And it is all your fault Jiminie.” 

“I’m sorry, I sit with you in every class except potions. I can ask Slughorn to switch us, but he will never agree.”

“Ugh, I know he won’t, and now I’m stuck tutoring the stupid bastard in potions.”

“Why would you agree to that?” Yoongi asked, peering over his book with a quizzical look in his eyes. 

“He threatened to tell Joon about the whole Seonghwa thing.”

“How the hell did he manage to figure it out? The kid’s like missing half his brain cells.”

“She came in looking fucked out,” Jimin answered, “The whole class knew why she was late.”

“Thanks, Jiminie, you make a hoe feel so good.” 

He grinned at you, squeezing your calf, “Cuddle me, I missed you.”

“As much as I would love to, I need to get this Charms essay done,” you sighed, pecking both of your boys on the cheek as you headed out of the common room and towards the library. 

There were a lot of things that you usually didn't mind about Hogwarts that happened to you regularly. However, today was not a good day for you. You were irritated about the Jungkook situation and you were getting strange looks from your actions with Seonghwa in the classroom earlier. So, when there were no empty tables in the library, you kinda lost your cool. You spotted a group of first-year Gryffindors and stalked over to them. 

“Move, now,” You growled,  smirking as they gathered their books and collected their quills, “Courageous my ass.” 

The first years were so easy to take advantage of, especially since you were seen as a big bad Slytherin. You smiled at the thought that your reputation preceded you, especially outside of the school. You sat down, plopping your charms textbook down and opening it. Yes, you were a Slytherin, but you were studious, another fact which people often choose to ignore. It’s easier for the Ravenclaws to hate you if you aren’t similar to them in any way. 

“I should’ve known you’d be here,” Namjoon’s soft voice whispered as he sat at the table across from you. 

“Hi Joonie, how was your first day of classes?” 

“Not as eventful as yours I hear,” Namjoon raised his eyebrows at you, glancing pointedly to the hickey on your neck. You let out an awkward chuckle, dreading the conversation that was going to happen.

“I thought we agreed you would cut it off with him?”

You met your brother’s eyes and sighed, “I’m sorry, Joonie. I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Just promise me you will try to think with your head next time, my ass is so sore from how angry Jin was,” he sighed, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze as you laughed at his antics. He pulled his textbooks out in front of him as he quickly glanced up at you, “Besides, I really don’t want to have to watch Jungkook sulk every time you are around.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Namjoon just looked pointedly at you before nodding his head to a table near the back of the library. You followed his gaze and your eyes were met with the sight of Jungkook quickly looking away. “You might not be a Ravenclaw, but you aren’t dumb bumblebee.”

You scoffed at him, blush dusting your cheeks at his use of your childhood nickname. Definitely not because of catching the eyes of a handsome Gryffindor that you despised. No definitely not because of him.

 “What’s that supposed to mean, Namjoon?”

“Figure it out for yourself princess. Consider it a punishment for the whole Seongwa thing,” Namjoon smiled up at you before diving into his homework, leaving you to your thoughts. You started writing your paper, not being able to shake the pair of eyes that were burning into your neck from across the library.

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Such Horrible Things(6)

Chapter Six: When They Were Fourteen…

Summary: Roman and Remus Hartfield are identical twins, with Roman being only two minutes and fifty-two seconds older than Remus. The two are polar opposites, Roman the loud and boisterous twin who loved Disney and various musicals, and Remus the twin who preferred to keep to himself until he grew close to you and showed his true chaotic nature. But is Remus really the chaotic one? Or is it the brother that people least expect…

Warnings: Unsympathetic Roman, Blood, Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Mildly Unsympathetic Logan and Patton, Implied/Reference to Character Death (In later chapters)

TW For this chapter: Animal cruelty, death mention

AU Type: Human

Ships: Logicality, (Toxic) Roceit (In later chapters), and Dukexiety (In later chapters)

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Roman was bored, hopelessly uttering bored. Most summers for him weren't bored considering he had Remus to torment, but no this summer his twin decided to go to art camp. Their papa tried to convince him to go as well, but Roman wasn't about to go to some stupid camp and get eat up with multiple mosquitos while being surrounded by annoying kids. Roman sighs as he stabs the pointed stick he had through the abdomen of the frog he had pinned down, its guts and blood splattering against the warm rock it was pinned to. If Remus were here, his arm would be in the frog's place. The fourteen-year-old couldn't help but snort in amusement at the thought.

   "Can hear him now, 'Please, Ro let me go! I'll tell!' he's always been such a bitch." Roman mutters as he stabs the frog over and over again, causing more of its blood to paint the rock a dark red.

    This would be something that would chill his papa to the bone, honestly, he didn't understand how a grown man could be so childish. 'I bet he screams like a girl, he does whenever he and dad decide to get freaky.'  Roman chuckles to himself as he drags the stick down, cutting the frog's stomach completely open, watching as its guts spill completely out.

    "Roman! Dinner time kiddo!" His papa calls.

     The teen stares down at the frog's mutilated corpse for a moment, the time ticking away. A smirk forms on Roman's face as he scoops the frog up, ignoring the bloody mess that was becoming of his hands.

     "Coming, papa!"

     Roman stuffs the dead frog into his pocket, he wipes his hands clean on the grass as to not distress his papa about the alarming amount of blood that was gathered on them. He pushes himself up from the ground and runs towards his house, a giddy feeling seeping into his chest, 'This is going to be fun...'

    As Roman stood at the sink, preparing to wash his hands, he took the opportunity to slip the dead frog into the silverware drawer, knowing that his papa was always forgetful when it came to setting the utensils out. Roman chuckles as he quickly closes the drawer back, washing his hands good to get rid of the dirt and leftover blood. Once his hands were cleaned and dried, Roman took his seat at the table where his parents were waiting.

   "So, how was your day today, Roman?" His dad asks.

    "It was okay, little boring without Rem here..."

    "Kiddo, you sure you don't want to join him at camp? I think you would have a lot of fun!" His papa chimes in.

     Roman sneers his nose up, 'What are they trying to do? Get rid of me?'

     "Patton, sweetheart you forgot the silverware again."

     "Shoot! You're right, I'll be right back!"

     A grin forms on Roman's face, he sits up straighter in his chair. Softly he begins to count down, he covers his mouth to muffle his laugh when a high pitched scream comes from the kitchen. He watched as his dad moved away from the table to check on his papa, a sound of disgust tells him that his dad has seen the heavily mutilated frog. Roman couldn't help the small giggle that left his mouth.

    "Roman Winston Hartfield! Did you put this frog in the drawer?"

    "I thought it was something cool, papa! Don't you like it? ...I did it myself."

    The way Roman spoke sent a chill up Patton's spine, he glances over to Logan who looked as equally spooked by their fourteen-year-old. Logan takes a deep breath and steps back into the dining room, he narrows his eyes at Roman.

    "Well, what you did wasn't nice, Roman. You're grounded, now go get that frog out of here and be sure to wash your hands again when you're done."

    Roman's jaw went slack as he stares at his father, 'He can't be serious?'

    "You're grounding me, over a harmless, prank? That's not fair!!"

    "Life isn't fair, Roman, now do as you're told or your grounding will last longer than a week," Logan scolds.

     Roman softly growls under his breath as he stands from the dining room table, he pushes past his father making sure to shove the older man a bit as he does. He grabs the frog, making sure to squeeze a bit more blood out of it, staining the silverware as he does. Roman stomps outside and hurls the dead frog across the backyard.

    "You want to ground me for something stupid? Fine, but I'm going to give you a reason to ground me you ass."

    Roman learned the hard way that cutting something's head off wasn't as easy as television made it out to be. That and all he had was a kitchen knife, but he was able to saw through the rabbit's neck. That morning when he heard his parents mixed screams, Roman smiled and for once it reached his eyes.

   "I don't want to go!!" Roman screams as he tries to pull away from his papa. When Patton tightens his grip, that led to his son screaming even louder. After the bunny incident and various other incidents that Patton really didn't want to talk about right now, he and Logan thought it was best that Roman see a psychiatrist.

  "You don't get a choice, Roman! Now stop fighting!"

   With one final tug, Patton was able to pull Roman into the psychiatrist's office, it was the same doctor that they had Remus seeing. Dr. Emile Picani stares at them with shocked brown eyes. Patton offers him an apologetic smile as he forces Roman to sit in one of the brown leather chairs in front of Emile's oak desk.

  "I'm going to assume this is, Roman?" Emile asks.

  "Yes, sorry he's... He's having a difficult time right now."

  Roman barks out a humorless laugh, catching both adult's attention as he does.

  "More like you and dad are having a difficult time, I told you that I didn't want to fucking be here."

  Patton softly scolds Roman for his language, which only led to the teen rolling his eyes at his papa's weak discipline actions. Emile clears his throat, capturing both of Roman and Patton's attention. He offers Roman a polite smile as he pushes his pink glasses up the bridge of his nose.

 "Well, Roman, it's nice to make your acquaintance. Patton, you can step out now I'd like to have a chat with Roman."

 Patton takes a shaky breath and nods, closing the door behind him as he leaves. Roman huffs and folds his arms over his chest, sliding down into his chair as he glares at the smiling doctors face.

 "So, why don't you tell me a little about yourself Roman?"

  Psychopathic tendencies are what Emile had called it. Roman had been seeing for a good two weeks now, and that was what the good doctor came up with was psychopathic tendencies. Sure, Roman lacked empathy, or a real conscience apparently not having a little voice in your head telling you right from wrong wasn't normal. Roman remembers his papa breaking down into tears, he remembers rolling his eyes at the man's theatrics, he cried as if Roman were dying.

 "Is there any way we can treat it, Dr. Picani? Medicine? Therapy?" His dad asked.

 "There are no known medicine for this no... but group therapy may help. This would give Roman a chance to interact with other people like him, maybe even help him cope with his issue."

  Roman remembered frowning at the idea, hating at having to be around annoying people for two hours, he remembers wanting to throw a fit, yelling at the adults that he didn't need therapy, but he's glad he didn't do that.

 Roman smirks and saunters up to his latest prey, making sure to replace the devious smirk with a soft smile that was similar to his papa's.

 "Hi, I'm Roman Hartfield it's nice to meet you!"

 The boy with a yellow beanie with matching gloves looks at him, his blue and amber eyes look directly into his green ones. The burn mark on the boy's face stood out like a sore thumb, but it didn't ruin his looks in Roman's opinion. The boy smiles back and offers a gloved hand to Roman.

 "I'm Eden Summers! It's nice to meet too, Roman!"

 Roman notices the scars that littered Eden's arms as he shook the boy's hand, he allows his smirk to return.

 'Things just got interesting~.'

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~TAGLIST~: @sparrow-flightninggale @perhaps-im-dave-rolland

A/N: WELL WELL WELL LOOK WHO GOT CAUGHT-  And was led straight to a new victim

Also note! I’m not saying that all diagnosed psychopaths are evil! Roman just turns out to be very violent- 

[mull3ts]

Ok errbody,  it's the peachy family's or neocrackheads group chat's 2nd month anniversary 🍷✨

*insert wine glass clinking coz fuck it*

Peachy family in a nutshell 🍑:

We’re all just Pokemon that type like  t h i s 

LETTUCE BEGIN!

@nct127grass | GRACE! 😎

Oh lord- OK SO gracie sweetie ✨ hello :D aH yEs the first person to litterally type

"hey fam 😎" with that exact emoji

Grace, you've lingered on my blog for a while honestly ahEm ik what u be doin to the point where I can say: I've known abt your existence before the gc. You've honestly made me feel like I'm in middle school again saying "fam" and "dope" so congrats ✨. anYwhOdLeZ you're vv nice and could be one of the nicest people I've ever met 👀. You're always vv supportive and understanding so I thank you for that 🤧 I dAre to say that sometimes, you're like the internet sister i've always wanted 👁💧👄💧👁.

What remindes me of grace: earrings, plushies, sharkies, smuts, more importantly my smuts 😏, asks, anons, cute goth lolita kinda things, bangchan from straykids dont ask, wedding rings

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@sunflowerhae | GWEN! 👼🏻

Hai gwennie :D The time we evolved from ot4 to ot5, thank you for being our pokemon evolution 🤧💫

Gwennnnnn, you just keep it real 💅🏻. The owner of the "👼🏻" emoji 😔✋. Gwen legit, I love you death. (boop period.) (but i wuv all of you to death so,,, 😌). You're the only calm-ish one. And I also feel like you're if not ooper then kinda adventurous with your collabs and ✨jazz✨. And I vibe 🤧. I shant forget when the group chat was so heated on everyone's face 😌. In a summary: I wuv you gwendolyn.

Gwen thingz: tarot cards, the sun, the movie lolita, bright ass crayons, sunflowers, zenon the movie, yellow pencils

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@nanajaems0308 | JUJU!

Part one out of two for accepting them into the gc coz you think your kids know them 😌

Juju, hello :D. You were actually the first person that I talked to oUt of the gc, as in, sending eachother asks but them bAm we got discord 🔥. I've probably had the weirdest convos w you so thanks for accepting my "crackhead nature". and you're sucessfully my bro's favourite niece so congrats ✨ AND WE'VE TALKED AT WINX CLUB AND THE BARBIE MOVIES 😌✋ I FUCKING STAN. pLus you're on your way to becoming a comedic legend 😎 so in a summary: juju you're vv easy to talk to and you're ooper nice and i will deck any dood or woman or anYOne that tries to come @ you

Juju TiNgZ: my laptop 👁👄👁, my lotion 👁👄👁, haircombs, jaemin, seventeen's dino wtf ik , hulahoops, strawberries, the color teal or turquoise

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@kunswifegwen | GWEN/GGTRJ!

Part 2 out of 2 of accepting hoomans into the gc coz you assumes your kids knew them so you added them

GGTRJ HIIIII HOE~sOO idk if you count as my child or in law, but I'll count you as an in law just incase gwen and grace wanna adopt you 👀. anywaySSSsSsSs I distinctly remember having kinda of a awkward convo w you in the gc coz there was just a bunch of exchanges of "fam" and mOviNg oN. I'd be down to virtualy sip wine with you anyway fam 😎 you just give me those "clink clink bitch" sorta vibes. You've only been in the gc for like a month but whatever, wuv ya.

ggtrj tinGz: dilf jeno, pewdiepie, frogs, Lionel Richie, the titanic, Versace, that one juul ad i always see on tiktok, dinosaurs

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@huangvibez | Zainab

oMG hi! Lmao im sorry anywOdLez *iNhALe* an ot4 member 👁💧👄💧👁 hol up im switching tomy laptop coz tumblr's being wonky

oK IM NOW GOING TO MAKE THINGS SHORT SWEET N KINDA SAPPY

HAI ZAINAB you’re vv easy to talk to and I vibe w it. A moment I remember the most abt you is when I told you that Robert Paterson would yell at me if his ketchup packet was 1.4 ounces instead of 1 ounce and when you wanted to see a vampire fic and I told you I had a Jeno one and it still lays in my drafts to this day. Yeehaw wuv ya <3

Zainab tinGz: Zayn Malik idk, big time rush, blue pens, renjun’s shoulders, grapes, hello kitty lunch boxes, soccos, lemons and socks.

@bbjisungg​ | CISSY!

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oK sO,,,,we honestly don’t talk much but lEgiT i really don’t care tho coz I still wuv you thy talented child :D

cissy tiNgZ: grass, trees, basically pLants, bunnies, glitter, the we go up era, gummy bears

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@bbyyangiex2​ | ELIE! 🍄

O heY elie :D sO Imma start off by saying that honestly,,,,you’d be gr8 friends with npc me 😌. She’s like me but only 4 months older than you 🤩. Anywhodlez let’s gOoOooOoo 

oK so elie, you’re vv talented likE IDC WHAT OTHER HOOMANS SAY BUT I THINK YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. Like stop stfu- yOu cAnt cHangE mY minD eLiE yOure dOpe. Anywhodlez, I remember that one time although idk if you’d know but whAtEvEr. When we were dropping pics of ourselves and you suggested that i was like one of those ullzangs? idk, but then I got a pic of one and you didn’t question in so i was kinda sitting there like 👁👄👁 and proceeded to laugh my bOOty off. Dw tho, I still wuv ya sweetie, I wouldn’t question it either tbh ;-;

Elie tiNgZ: WayV, toenails, sprite, boba, matcha boba, any boba, eyeliner, the middle finger, roller skates, Yangyang, orange juice?, a kid that’s able to hold a convo with me even when you pee (if you know you know)

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OK SO mkAy peachy family! Hi it’s just mEeeeEeEeEe so in a summary I wuv you all...alot 💖💖💖

sincerely,

abi your resident milf <3 

[pavlikovskaya]

the secret history live blogged

forever mad that i got spoilered so much on this book.

anyway hello! and welcome to this … shit fest of the secret history by donna tartt aka the biggest letdown of my life

enjoy! i didn’t

ok whaatttt the fuck. he was walked over?? he was packed and squished under ice?? WHAT DID THIS BUNNY GUY DO TO MAKE Y’ALL SO MAD????? istg what the fuck. cruel cruel fate

four against one, i knew y’all were assholes. you sounded like assholes before i even knew what your names were.

i have to say, i’m not a very big fan on the beginning: hello, my name is richard, i am 28, this is my story. makes it sound like he’s in an AA meeting, but i’ll let this one slide.

years at home dispensable like a plastic cup? fictional history and upbringing tales? [*clears throat in relatable*]

my father was mean, my house ugly, my mum didn’t give me attention, must kill someone to cope and serve the aesthetic™ of rejected, unloved child, brooding and mad at the world. got it.

if richard, plain and poor is the one who kills the rich asshole bc he’s a rich asshole, i might relate to him more than i thought.

[*slams book shut*] okay. okay. am i gonna have to google every other phrase in this godforsaken history book or is donna gonna go easy on my ass?

sounds like a university i would love to go to. oh, pardon me, CoLlEgE.

wait, they’d pay him back for the plane if he GOT IN??? and if he didn’t well then what, soz dude, tough luck , such is life, see ya never? makes a lot of sense. should pay him back regardless imo but hey, i had to pay £50 six times to audition at universities who, all six times, rejected me, so.

three days on a bus and arrival at six in the morning? i cannot fathom a worse scenario.

this prof conducts his selection on a personal level rather than on an academic one, said with a note of sarcasm? is he … you know … ?

ahhhh these saucy saucy tea spilling french people, gotta love em. ‘listen, i know i’ve only met you three minutes ago, but i’m bout to spill some serious tea which i must ask you to keep to yourself and never mention for i have some formidable enemies in the literature division, yes, my very own department, but we all actually love each other. you know, in a very shakespearian ‘i shall murder you at the end of the play but for now, let’s make sweet love under the stars as a witch friend of mine who will later murder you watches’ way. all very platonic. but don’t say a word of it.’

who do you think was with morrow when richard came to see him in the lyceum and what were they talking about? GODDAMN IT, this french bastard put me in a gossipy mood.

bunny — short for edmund…….

god, i love a redhead.

richard and me being whipped by francis and his long, flapping black coats, love to see it.

‘pseudo-intellects and teenage decadents abounded and black clouting was de rigueur’ can I enrol ~now~????

francis talks to cats and bunny yells from his window down at the incest twins to stop snogging in the garden. i can’t wait to see which one am I at the end of the book

henry and julian driving off together? do i smell something…. gay?

THEY WRITE WITH FOUNTAIN PENS????? [*flashbacks from my childhood intensify*].

i do not understand most of these references or sentences and if the whole book is like this, i will throw myself out the window in attempted suicide even though i live on the ground floor.

i have absolutely no idea what they’re on about.

hwhat

francis in black cashmere and cigarette smoke brushed past him and almost touched his arm. how bloody delicious is this??

‘give him some flowers and he’ll enrol you.’ ok, julian is definitely the gay prof everyone falls for.

at this stage, i would rater have voted we kill henry, not bunny, but we’ll see.

‘i was tired of being poor.’ [*buys a tie with pictures of men hunting deer on it*] ‘that’s better.’

‘i believe that it is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.’ donna tartt gave me the book and the reason both.

constantly chuckling at the way richard is so completely mesmerised and intimidated by francis to the point that he’ll duck into a doorway to let him pass even though they’re going to the same lesson.

I don’t know how a ‘bostonian voice’ is supposed to sound like so francis will be slightly british in my mind for the rest of the book.

cubitum eamus? cubitum. eamus? CUBITUM?? EAMUS????? OH! GOD! HELP ME! THE SWEET SWEET HOMOEROTIC FORESHADOWING OF IT ALL!!! throwback to when, in a much too similar vein, boris, upon being asked by theo to say something in russian for him, he said ‘fuck you up the ass’. my heart is racing with yearn. i can’t fucking believe i just read this. it’s time to bust out the annotation tabs again.

oh my gooooddd whAt is henry’s problem????? he reminds me slightly of number one from the umbrella academy, but in a meaner, more show-offy, bastardish way that’s supposed to showcase his superior intelligence over all mortals like fuck you, go read harry potter and chill.

‘meke (s.p.) you Wear it’? i take it meke is actually make but what on earth is (s.p.)? google gave me 238 possible definitions for that acronym and, needless to say, i didn’t bother.

i love how donna’s main characters are funny essentially bc they’re bitches towards other people they deem inferior to them in their internal monologues.

if you were drunk and ‘slam-dancing’ at a party, i don’t have to be stuck up or elitist to judge you and hate on you. even less so if you throw your beer in my face.

‘love that jacket, silk, isn’t it?’ ‘yep, my grandfather’s. totally not from that annoying girl in my dorm whose mate your mates beat up at a party last term for shoving camilla and throwing a beer in her face and who probably only gave me the jacket because she wants to fuck me, nope.’

‘let me get that door for you.’ that’s it, that’s the tweet.

when bunny said they should round up the ‘officious fags and burn them at the stake’ i yelled the loudest what the fuck i’ve ever yelled at a book. i can see now why they killed him. and i bet that’s only the tip of the iceberg.

okay, his true colours are starting to show. it’s even more unnerving when i think about the fact that like half of this stuff is supposed to be true.

called it, they’re boning.

i can’t wait until francis locks lips with richard. i am simply tingling for it. i hope he and camilla have a threesome with richard at this country house. oh wait no, they’re all here. eh, maybe another time.

oh, we finally get some juicy inside gossip

if francis and richard don’t fuck in that gorgeous immense library, i will riot.

okay, what’s henry’s deal? he’s nice now? and he’s oddly … interested in/caring towards richard? like who the fuck says ‘i hope you slept well’ without at least a little affection towards them.

AHAHAHAAHA, NOW I GET ALL THOSE MOON LANDING QUESTIONS ON THE TSH RELATED UQIZZES I STUPIDLY TOOK. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL. imagine them lot in present day completely bewildered and confused at the fact that the whole world is in lockdown for some weird fucking reason. this is the funniest shit ever, swear to god.

dogs get heart attacks?

wow they’re being dicks. that shady shit they’re doing’s so fucking rude aajksdhfkfh and to think i had initially thought richard was the ‘leader’ of their group...

okay, they’re either all into bdsm or they’re some odd breed of late vampires who don’t have much of the traits/qualities of ‘classic’ vampires as they have possibly diminished over the centuries as the species was becoming extinct. maybe witches. hm. or occultists. I REALLY DON’T KNOW!!

richard be like ‘what should I tell you?’ well—and this is merely a suggestion—, how about you start with what they’re actually doing when they’re not hanging out with you?????

i can’t wait for bunny to figure/find out richard’s not actually rich and be a dick about it.

two months??? what kind of bonkers winter vacation between terms is that???

is being constantly cold part of the dark academia aestehtic? cos it certainly seems to be.

what the fuck are these (sp)s bunny keeps putting in his letters??

i hope somebody (henry, or maybe francis? as something that would bring them together?) is fake rich too.

ouuuuu here comes the dark, mental stuff.

richard dropped out of drama to study the classics. if we were villains is a group of people studying shakespeare. coincidence? i think not. it is with dread that i think at the possibility that i might like the other more because so far, i can’t say i’m heavily impressed with tsh.

now i’m all for weird, fancy names, but marchbanks is really an odd one. who the fuck looks at their newborn baby and goes ben? nah. tom? no. MARCHBANKS! perfect.

henry winter saves richard from a piping cold winter. ah, don’t bother, i’ll do it myself [*jumps out the window*]

henry dislikes electric lights? smokes cigarettes without filter? reads milton translated into latin ‘just to see if a language with no noun cases could possibly support the structural order he attempts to impose’? can this dude be any more pretentious?

BUNNY! IT’S BUNNY! HE’S FAKE RICH THE BASTARD! ALL THAT ‘oops, forgot my wallet’ BULLSHIT, I THOUGHT IT WAS A TEST FOR RICHARD OR JUST RICH PEOPLE LEECHING OFF OTHERS (why spend yours when you can spend theirs?) BUT NOOOO, HE’S BROOOOKE! AND AN ASSHOLE! WHAT AN ASSHOLE!!! serves him right, the asshole (that gay people being burnt at the stake comment really bothered me despite the fact that i laughed). and not only is he broke and leeching off of henry, he leeches in the most shameless, greedy, extravagant and ignorant way, ordering the most expensive thing on the menu fuck out of here.

ha! he got fat the bastard. found some sugar daddy to sustain you during your last month in italy or what?

this rabbit dude sure has some big balls for a broke ass bitch.

‘let me see your head wound.’ vs ‘your arm.’

‘that sort of tension which i, being rather more disinclined that way than not, am quick to pick up on. i had caught a strong breath of it from francis, a whiff of it at times from julian (…)’ sounds like we got another one boys, a straight dude with the best gaydar in the world. that being said, julian is the fakest bitch in the book so far.

this secrecy is killing the ever-loving shit out of me. argentina one way?? whY

lol if you’re gonna steal his book with the intention of having him come back to the apartment and see all that shit, at least don’t put it in such an obvious place where he couldn’t have possibly missed it. for such a smart guy, you sure are dumb, dude.

francis’ mother be like ‘give that bad boy a kiss from me’ and i’m like HE BETTER.

richard the worst liar. just say your mum called for fuck’s sake! you could get your boyfriend in trouble!

cheesecake cover: ‘please do not steal this, i am on financial aid.’ bunny: [*steals it*] the cheesecake: [*sucks*] me: serves you fucking right, pig.

THINKING ABOUT HIS HANDICAP. I’M YELLING. funniest thing donna tartt ever wrote.

i bet they’re all there sat at the table like nothing happened and weren’t supposed to leave anywhere at all.

called it! motherfuckers.

what the hell is going on. are they a gang of assassins or something?

richard: ‘you killed somebody, didn’t you?’ henry: [*laughs as if it was the most ridiculous idea in the world and how could you possibly suggest such a thing*] yep

bunny: gays are weirdly obsessed with food, don’t you think? also bunny: [*gets excluded from the bacchanal because he couldn’t stop eating*]

okay. i can see now why this book started the whole dark academia aesthetic

aight, that’s all good and great (far from it) but WHERE IS MY FRANCIS CONTENT????

going through the motions of hating and liking henry every other chapter.

everybody: [*burning clothes, cleaning the car, running this way and that to get rid of evidence*] francis: aight y’all imma take a power nap real quick cool? cool

there is hardly anything in the world i hate more than loose-of-tongues. bunny and that bitch ass hely from the little friend. god, i want to sock each and every single one of them in their stupid bloody loud mouths.

i want to know, i really want to know if there are any bunny apologists or … s…. s… [*grits teeth*] stans out there. don’t worry, nothing will happen to you, i just wanna talk.

if it’s henry and richard and not francis and richard,,,,, i will riot.

boy this henry guy smokes a lot…. more than me in my prime.

as if this dude reenacted the murder he wasn’t even present at in the lobby of a hotel just to torture henry. i can’t believe this character is still alive and has been for so long.

FINALLY! one francis moment that indicated there will be no more francis moments…. .

funny that, reading the secret history put something into perspective about the goldfinch for me.

i love how richard just casually throws it in there whenever he happens to mention camilla that he loves her and wants to kiss her and that she’s so beautiful and blah blah blah and then it’s never brought up again ever because he’s constantly going on and on about henry.

wait, don’t tell me it’s happening now, in the middle of the book! that would be most unexpected as there’s a whole entire book following.

henry is such a stone cold bitch, i wonder where they put his heart when they made him, in his ass?

don’t tell me henry went boxer dogs on JULIAN?!?!?! he wouldn’t. … would he?

i don’t know. i get it, obviously, the gravity of the situation, but going as far as killing him to silence him is a bit … extreme in my opinion.

thank you, charles, for being the only voice of reason in this madness.

okay, i understand it’s in richard’s best interest not to be involved, but they called him there to what, make him listen to all this and then send him on his merry way?

charles: well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o’clock, you hardly think of what you’re going to feed the copse for dinner. [*crickets*] francis: hey, how about asparagus?

henry: someone’s coming. quick! act normal! richard: [*turns to inspect the trunk of a tree*] [*footsteps approach*] richard: [*inspection of tree intensifies!!*]

you’re a bit late, bunny, just saying.

and now what the fuck is the rest of the book about? what do we do, let’s run, let’s stay, let’s go to the police, what do we do with him?

i love how richard describes himself as part of the process: we dwelt on it, we convinced ourselves, we devised plans when in reality, he was only there as an attaché, he wasn’t included much, almost at all in the actual planning process of it other than to give his insight on the poison route because henry thought it was his area of expertise so to speak when, really, it wasn’t and then was told about the other plan because they simply thought he should know. even then henry tells him ‘you can go now, if you like’ because there wasn’t anything they sort of needed him for anymore since he wasn’t going to be there, he was just a pair of ears. i like to think he was there in hopes to maybe dissuade them, try to stop them, tell them how mad it is, tell them there’s another way, but he didn’t do much of that either (not that I think he would’ve succeeded anyway, had he tried, henry’s one stubborn motherfucker). he didn’t come up with shit, he wasn’t supposed to even be there, i think, much less contribute in any way. had bunny not told him about the bacchanal, richard would have probably found out about it after it was already done, he was only included for the fucks of it and yet, he talks as if he was right there in the room with them, brainstorming ideas how to kill him. and i get how it only comes from a sense of obvious guilt because he knew about it, he was there and didn’t do anything to stop it, but he’s by far not one to have agreed to the whole thing or condoned it in any way from what he’s told us in book one. he himself says in the very same paragraph that he only watched. he’s very much a dark academia nick carraway type of character and i hate it. because i like him. he deserves better.

i’m pretty sure that the reason that serial killer autobiography you picked up in an airport was bereft of details is because no publishing house would allow such lurid specifications that might shock, disgust, enrage or give ideas to the reader in their book, not because the author is shy, richard, but ok, let’s move on. actually no, let’s not. you can’t expect the autobiography of a killer to only tell you about the murders, especially since in this particular instance, he was caught and went to prison. of course he’s going to tell you more about that than the killings, have you any idea what prison life is like? how much it eats away at your soul? how it crushes your spirit if you have one and how hard it is to get over? the time he spent in jail is going to haunt him forever and after such a long time in there, however long it was, you hardly think about your crime as anything but a huge mistake that was not worth the torment if you’re not a downright psychopath which, since he came out and wrote a book about it, doesn’t seem to be the case here but i guess you’ll find out all about it soon enough.

OH! a francis moment???? could this be it? please dear god may this be it.

it wasn’t, but there’s another one!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

‘it’s fun, i promise you.’ [*dies*]

if this is it, if that’s all, i am not forgiving this book.

‘i tried to pull him out but it was no good; his head lolled back uselessly’ YEAH. BECAUSE HE’S DEAD, RICHARD. [*scoffs*] ‘uselessly’

i wish i held any of my teachers and professors in at least half the high regard henry holds julian. i also wish they were half as competent and passionate about teaching as julian.

I DON’T BELIEVE ‘HE WAS JUST THERE’. IT’S BORIS AND THEO AT 6 AM IN THAT NEW YORK BAR ALL OVER AGAIN. HE’S ONLY SAYING THAT BECAUSE RICHARD WENT ALL ‘YOU’RE NOT HOT’ ON HIS ASS AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE. if they don’t kiss again—

i can’t help but admire the way they communicate sensitive information to each other in ancient greek, they sound like characters from jane austen novels while talking about drugs and saving face from tabloids and gossip, it’s rather amazing.

quite pointless to go through all that trouble to hide the cigarettes and deny having been smoking when the smell will be there no matter what and she’ll know for sure. i swear, all these seemingly smart ass people are actually idiots

my question is why would anyone, drunk or not, for any reason, leave the top down in the rain? why? what possible pleasure could one get from driving in the middle of the rain with rain actually pouring down on them?

isn’t linoleum a bit tacky for a house that looks like it’s been in architectural digest?

why is charles so on edge? why are they all always hiding??? camilla and her late night 3 am phone calls, her secret phone code with henry, charles mysteriously going out for cigarettes so brusquely without a word in the middle of the night and refusing to talk about it, what are they all always hiding?! nobody trusts one another with anything, it’s very annoying, to be honest. aren’t they supposed to be super best friends? you’d think that after a bacchanal and a double homicide, you wouldn’t keep secrets from one another, but i guess not.

ah, shame. was kind of hoping for some sneaky richard/francis basement action, but alas. what’s their ship name anyway, richis?

i just spoilered myself again, twice, by going through the tsh tag on tumblr and then looking for francis/richard fanfics on ao3 and finding out that francis marries? gets with? a girl who’s apparently called fucking priscilla. donna tartt really has a knack for weird fancy names, huh? i’m here for it tbh

richard you fucking snitch! you had one job!!!!!!

why the fuck are they still keeping him in the dark about shit? henry and charles quarrelled and charles is in jail and henry still won’t tell him what’s so bad about it and why he wants richard to handle all this shit instead of him and why bunny’s murder still matters and why why just why are they still using him as their pawn??

seriously, this exchange was about the worst they’ve had so far. he himself knows it: ‘there was a silence during which I felt acutely the hopelessness of ever trying to get to the bottom of anything with henry. he was like a propagandist, routinely withholding information, leaking it only when it served his purposes.’ THEN WALK AWAY. SAY NO. PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN. FUCKING—UGH!!!!!!!

they’re all so shamelessly using him… i can’t read. it’ll kill him, one way or another.

these ungrateful little shits i swear to god. richard bails him out, he’s all thankful and sweet when he wants him to do ‘this one little favour’ of taking him to his francis’ house so he can break in and when richard’s like i don’t have a car, he immediately turns sour and passive aggressive like you know what?! richard hasn’t slept all night and all morning waiting for your ass to go to court cos you were a drunken idiot and decided YET AGAIN that driving in that state is a great idea so he can bail you out and when you are finally out, you start being fussy and then it’s all ‘right. thanks a lot’??? richard doesn’t fucking need this shit! y’all are horrible friends. he’s not your bloody servant. how about you take that stick and privilege out of your asses and start treating him a bit more kindly, huh???

‘henry made me swear not to tell.’ WHAT. WHAT. BITCH, GET THE FUCK OUT.

this is by far the most toxic friendship i’ve ever heard of.

oh wow that kiss was hot. i thought it was just a speculation that they were incestuous with each other, but i-i guess not.

FINALLY it gets interesting. Mr Abernathy spilling some piping hot tea mmm

he literally just said i’d sleep with you if you got drunk enough to let me. oh dear god help me.

oh fuck it got sad. It’s patrick and brad all over again ugh always happens to the best of gays

finally richard my boy starts hating them, as he should. except francis, you’re a dick in that respect. he’s only joking for fuck’s sake, don’t get all butthurt, jesus. sensitive much?

uuuuuu tunts Tunts TUNTS! shit is hitting the fan. henry, henry, henry, our ‘golden boy’. nothing but a crook himself, the motherfucker. i’ve been waiting for this reveal since the beginning of the fucking book. if they gang up on him and kill him, i will never stop laughing.

it’s as if he’s begging to be excluded and hated, i swear. why is he being such a prick? does he love her? is that it? then there are a BILLION other ways to go about it, he doesn’t have to be such a shady bitch!! besides, wasn’t he in cahoots with julian?

‘i was depressed, i thought if i slept here it might make me feel better.’ that’s so precious tho….. funny, but precious. such child-like innocence in this grown ass intoxicated man, i melt.

clever, luring him out of the playground under the false pretext of a drink when he’s had plenty. think like a drunk

the only consistent, recurring and ever-present elements in donna tartt’s books are the hors d’oeuvres.

it’s so cute how charles needs him, i—

girls be like: watching a film, listening to a podcast, talking on the phone, having dinner, figure painting, filing nails, writing an essay and doing their makeup all at the same time

this so called love he feels for camilla is so unfounded and feeble and just … it seems so out of the fucking blue every single time he mentions it, i can’t read this shit. IT’S SO SEE-THROUGH!!

okay WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST READ. WHAT. THE ACTUAL. MOTHERFUCKING. FUCK. one second he’s ‘i love her so much’ the next he wants to strangle and rape her?????????????? i have zero goddamn words. i am fucking speechless. i don’t think i have ever been this confused at something since i watched the turning. i don’t think you realise quite how done i am with this fucking book at this point.

i think i do hate henry more than bunny and i’m afraid i’ll like if we were villains better.

richard: [*takes sleeping pills*] also richard: [*surprised he can’t keep up with the film he started watching after taking sleeping pills*]

‘look,’ said francis. ‘let’s just go, if we leave now we can be in montreal by dark. nobody will ever find us.’ vs ‘well, i’m not going,’ said boris serenely. ‘fuck that, i’m running away. do you want to come?’

this henry bitch is the most difficult piece of shit i’ve ever fucking encountered. ‘you mean, it’s something you need to tell me in private?’ oh FUCK OFF AND STEP OUTSIDE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. IT’S ONE THING I ASK OF YOU, YOU TWAT.

huh, i thought he was doing this shit on purpose, leaving the page face down on the table so that julian could see it, i thought it was some sick twisted plan of his.

lmao called it. everybody saw through julian’s façade except richard and the others and i completely understand. in a fashion much like julian’s, i think he knew that, he saw it, but just chose to ignore it because the image he posed and richard himself constructed of him in his mind was much more favourable to what he really was. i mean, fuck, who the fuck says ‘i hope we are all ready to leave the phenomenal world and enter into the sublime’ with their whole chest and mean it?

if you think he’s not coming, why sit in silence staring out the window, ignoring everyone and wasting everybody’s time instead of telling them from the very start this piece of information you have on hand that could save everybody a lot of trouble, time and overthinking? why be all mysterious and enigmatic about it? just tell them from the start, you’re not in a film for fuck’s sake……..

charles, one of the four of them (henry, camilla, julian and himself) might be the one i despise the least, almost like had he not been so brutal towards camilla,,,, but i don’t know if i can trust her, that whole scene seemed … staged somehow. i don’t know. i don’t know

didn’t expect henry would turn on julian too though. first real thing he’s done all book.

agatha

christie

writes

good

mysteries.

richard does seem like the type of fellow who would grow up in a household where his dad would strike his mum for no fucking reason.

okay so did henry punch him for that comment or not? what was all that father beating mother bit for?

#boysweekendinthecountry! 🤪 #partytime! #ignoringourproblems! #woooo!!!

oh my fucking god chARLES!!!

yes, henry, great, brilliant, fucking splendid idea to antagonise the man pointing a gun at you.

MY PAUL SMITH SHIRT!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHASFSHDGFDK

i love how absolutely nobody noticed fucking richard BLEEDING RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

‘expected everyone to stop and look at me. no one did.’ and they never will. that’s your whole friendship summed up in two lines. you don’t matter to them, you never did, you’re absolutely unimportant. just a tool, a pawn, a nobody. sorry you had to get shot to realise that.

‘’he shot me.’ somehow, this remark did not elicit the dramatic response i expected. before i had the chance to elaborate—’ ELABORATE WHAT? ELABORATE WHAT?! THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO SAY!! GOD, this hurts to read. this angers me beyond words, but it also fucking hurts so bad…

nothing, not even getting shot can make richard lose his wit

disGUSTING henry and camilla moment. I HATE THEM

oh shit. did not see that coming. well, glad that’s over.

ugh, time to read how francis got hetero married :\

[*chokes*] DUE TO THE VERY EXCELLENT EXCUSE OF HAVING A GUNSHOT WOUND IN THE STOMACH I DIDN’T TAKE MY FRENCH EXAM YAY!!! god, i fucking love Richard.

the thing is, right, i read that line, ‘i managed to get out of taking my french exams the next week’ about three or four times and somehow, the following line or even the words ‘gunshot wound’ never made it to my eyes! i don’t understand how! but i’m completely happy about that given the fact that i spoiler myself on every single book i read by reading ahead like an idiot..

how much do you want to bet that it was the inn keep who called the ambulance and not those fuckers? because of course henry, dead henry’s more important than slowly dying, almost dead but not quite richard.

despite everything, it sounds like he had a nice summer in brooklyn. good for him. god knows he deserved it, the poor guy.

yeah no, fuck henry’s post-mortem hero narrrative.

lol, at least he got a nice car out of it. this book shows me once again that things happen just the way they should happen.

OH MY FUCKING GOD NO. NO. NO. NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT READ. I DO NOT SEE. I REFUSE TO COMPREHEND THIS PIECE OF INFORMATION.

i will not say a WORD on this, much less his letter. i am hurt, i am wounded, i am grieving, my head is full of thots and i cannot speak. i died on this bed.

ugh [*rolls eyes*] this fucking guy again with his sudden, out of my ass declarations of love towards camilla. JUST GIVE IT UP ALREADYYYYYYYY!!! TELL IT TO SOMEONE WHO CARES!!! (francis) i wouldn’t be surprised if she was married or engaged and just didn’t bother to mention it ‘because he never asked’ or some bullshit excuse like that.

I HATE HENRY I HATE HENRY I HATE HENRY I HATE HENRY [*deep breath*] I FUCKING HATE HENRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s telling me about all these people and where they ended up after graduation but not only do i not give a single solitary fuck, i actually don’t know who the fuck he’s talking about?? like who the fuck is bram guernesnesnica? rooney wayne? what the fuck do i care what jack jud and frank did?

the only people i do remotely care about are the professors (the saucy french teacher and the boring, senile dude who wouldn’t shut up and who kept referring to richard as ‘jerry’ in his grad school recommendations letter ahahah that is the content i signed up for, not dumb and dumber’s bar or whatever) and the cat charles left at francis’ country house who lives in a ten fucking room apartment in boston.

love how ionic the whole marion storyline turned out to be. marred another corcoran who looked just like bunny and had a daughter who, despite having her and his mother’s name ended up being nicknamed also bunny. i’m sorry, i just—i have to laugh.

[*slams fists on the table*] THE AGENTS??? YOU’RE GONNA TELL ME ABOUT THE BLOODY FBI AGENTS???!!!!!! CAN THIS BOOK PLEASE JUST FUCKING END ALREADY??????!!!!!!!!

a dream. a dream. if it’s a dream of henry i will personally shoot you and make sure i aim a little higher than your abdomen this time.

[*shoots the book*]

oh, you died and suddenly you have a sense of humour?

‘that information is classified’ [*shoots a torpedo at the book*]

‘are you happy?’ / ‘not very.’ vs ‘are you happy here?’ / ‘not particularly.’

okay. so. final thoughts: fuck this book.

good night

[maliby]

The Panty Bash (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Story Genre: smut, college!au

Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, choking, spanking, sex

Word count: 5.5K

a/n: this fic was inspired by the movie ‘American Pie Presents: The Naked Mile’. And I also wanna give a huge thank you to my friend @def-initely-soul for giving me the mask idea (I put in a cameo just for you bitch <3).

‘The Panty Bash’ is the biggest college party of the year where anything possible can happen. There’s just one simple rule: you can only wear your panties, nothing else.

Each year one sorority house and one fraternity house would be picked randomly and join forces to make the most memorable ‘Panty Bash’ ever. This year it was up to your sorority, Upsilon Sigma Ni, and Beta Tau Sigma’s fraternity to host and you could say you had never been so excited for something in your life.

‘The Panty Bash’ was the perfect opportunity for every college student to just let go of all inhibitions and stress from exams and have fun. Some people are against it, saying that it’s just an excuse for guys to look at girls tits, but you would argue that the more people try to hide female breasts the more stigma is created around them. If guys can show their tiddies why can’t girls? You just say let it all out.

You could even argue that ‘The Panty Bash’ really should just be ‘The Naked Bash’ and get it over with but you weren’t the one to mess with an old tradition like this one. Plus, it’s good to keep something hidden right? It makes it more interesting, you think.

It was on the precise topic of keeping something hidden that you had a shining light bulb moment while planning for the party.

“You want people to wear masks to bash?” Namjoon, one of the brothers of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity and your very good friend asked.

“Yes joonie, think about it. It would be freaking epic! Like, imagine all the people that want to go to the bash but don’t because they are too shy.”

“I don’t think that a simple mask around their eyes would help with the shyness.” There he was, questioning every little thing there was. You knew he was just trying to analyze everything so that it’s the best option possible for the party, but god sometimes you just wished he’d shut up and take it as it was.

“I don’t remember you being such a buzzkill on the night we met.”

You knew you had poked a nerve and that’s exactly what you meant. You two had met on last years bash, and you had such a strong connection that he fucked you from behind in the middle of the dance floor in front of everybody. Of course everyone was too drunk or too involved in their make-out sessions to even fucking notice but still.

After that you got to know each other better and just naturally decided that you were better off as friends, him quickly becoming one of your best friends.

“Funny, I don’t remember you having such a big mouth when I fucked you from behind. Must have been my hand around your neck.”

“Shut up!” You threw him one of the pillows from the sofa you were sitting on, hitting him right in the face.

“Someone got shy now?” He joked as he threw the pillow back at you. “Try wearing a mask, maybe that will help.”

“You know, this is why I never fucked you again, you’re such a pain in the ass!” This time you got up and bluntly attacked him repeatedly with the pillow.

“What did he do this time Y/N?” You recognized the voice as Jungkook’s, one of Namjoon’s fraternity brothers who was also your friend.

“He opened his mouth, as usual.” Thinking you had attacked him enough you calmly went back to your place on the sofa and put the pillow back in its place.

“Damn bro, you should know better than talk bad to Y/N. Death by pillow doesn’t look good on anyone’s grave.” He sat right next to you, a big smile on his cute little handsome face.

“I know how to handle her.” Namjoon winked at you, making you want to throw the pillow back at him but then deciding that he’d gotten what he deserved already.

“Hey Kookie, what do you think about making people wear masks in this year’s bash?” You just knew that he would agree with you because he’s always very excited with new ideas, and you knew he just wouldn’t refuse this one.

“Oh my god, that’s such a good idea! I love it!” He started jumping up and down on the sofa, his cute little bunny teeth exposed by his big smile.

“See I told you joonie! It’s an amazing idea!”

“But I never said it was a bad idea Y/N. I just said that I don’t think a mask would help with the shyness.” He retorted.

“Wait, that’s what you guys were fighting about?” Kookie asked.

“Nevermind that now, what matters is that this is gonna be amazing. Who doesn’t love a little mystery?” You clapped your hands in excitement.

“With a face like that one can see why you’re so excited to put a mask over it. Maybe you’ll get laid for once.” Namjoon joked once again, making your temper rise once more.

“Kim Namjoon I swear to god I’m gonna chop off that poor excuse for a dick and feed it to your fraternity brothers.” You threw him a menacing look.

“Y/N please don’t do that, we already eat enough garbage food.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh so loud you started coughing.

“Jungkook, is that any way to talk about your brother?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m sorry bro, but I’ll always take the pretty lady’s side.” He winked at you, affecting you more than it should have.

Namjoon was right, you needed to get laid and desperately otherwise, you were afraid you were gonna start humping everything like a wild animal in heat. Even your vibrator you had named Brandon wasn’t enough to keep you satisfied anymore - you needed the real deal and fast.

“Traitor,” Namjoon mumbled.

“So…” you continued wanting to get back to the planning of the bash, “where should we host? I talked to my sorority sisters and they suggested our house.”

“Y/N, no offence but your sorority is kind of small. I think it’s best if we did it here in the fraternity.” Namjoon suggested.

Beta Tau Sigma was one of the biggest fraternities around. They got a lot of money due to this little band they put together which they obviously called ‘BTS’. All the girls on campus were starting to go crazy for them and could practically throw their wallets at them. Needless to say that everything they organized was always jam-packed, so you had no doubt the bash would be a major hit.

“Yeah, plus we have that jacuzzi upstairs, people would wanna come just for that. Who doesn’t want to do it in a jacuzzi?” Jungkook added, a devilish smile on his face.

“If you guys don’t mind, that’s fine by me.”

“Not at all. Now we just need to take care of the rest.” Namjoon said.

“Alright. I say you guys take care of alcohol and music, we’ll take care of special activities and decor.”

“What do you mean special activities?” Jungkook asked.

“Just some games to keep the crowd going.” You smirked, already envisioning everything in your mind.

“Games? We’re not twelve Y/N.” Namjoon said, ever so doubtful of all the ideas.

“Well, good thing these games aren’t appropriate for kids then.” You wiggled your eyebrows up and down as you smirked at your friends.

“Ohhh, what are you thinking of you naughty girl?” Kookie asked, your proposal had piqued his interest.

“I’ll tell you guys later. For now, I have to leave, I have a meeting with my sorority sisters about the party.” You got up from the sofa and kissed both boys on the cheek before you made your way to the front door. “Bye bitches.”

“Bye Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before you closed the door.

The day of the bash came and everything looked better than you could ever have imagined. You and the girls decorated everything with fairy lights: walls, ceilings, doors, windows, bushes, everything. You even went as far as to write ‘Panty Bash’ in big letters on a wall using just the lights. Namjoon was against the idea at first, because of course he would be, but even he was awestruck once he saw the final result; the lights made everything look more mystical, which would go perfectly with the masked theme you had going on.

You had big bowls filled with condoms in every room with a big luminous arrow pointing at it so it was easy to find. You even had tiny sample sized lube bottles given out at the entry, not only just for sexual purposes but because some people liked to grease up their bodies so they could show them off. Truth is ‘The Panty Bash’ was a party which, due to the circumstances, involved a lot of sex, so you wanted to at least give everyone good conditions to have an amazing night.

You decided you wanted to look the best you’ve ever looked, not just because you were one of the hosts but because you desperately needed to get some and you’d be damned if you couldn’t get a dick inside you tonight.

You went all out in preparation for the event: you went to the gym nonstop for a week, got a wax, put on some fake tan and went out to buy a simple golden mask and some black lace panties with straps that crisscrossed around your hips and hugged your ass cheeks making them stand out.

There were 4 hours left for the bash to start when you started to get ready. You took a nice bubble bath filled with salts and essential oils and then took care of your hair and makeup. The makeup was simple since you were going to wear a mask, so you just did a winged liner and put on some fake lashes; as for your hair you decided that you just wanted to do some loose waves around your face, laziness getting the best of you at this point.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you noticed that something was missing, so you decided to look through your jewellery box and found exactly what your look was missing - a golden body chain. This was it. If you didn’t get laid tonight then you’d give up on boys and marry your vibrator, Brandon.

“Wooow! Ladies hold tight to your boyfriends! Are you planning to give half of the bash a heart attack girl?” Your sorority sister and roommate Maria said as she left the bathroom, she too all ready for the bash.

“Not really, I want the guy to be conscious and willing.” You said as you put on your long coat.

“Wait, wait, wait. What guy? Is there something you’re not telling me you hoe?” She said as she sprayed herself with her Chanel perfume.

“I don’t know, any guy. I’m kind of desperate right now.”

“You know if you’re that desperate you could always go for Namjoon. I can guarantee you he’d be more than willing to help you out.” She said teasingly as she knew very well that sex between you and Namjoon had been just a one-time thing.

“No way in hell. Not that he isn’t good dick, which believe me he so is, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I’m sure he feels the same.”

“Well, then maybe he’ll help me out,” she winked at you as she put her tongue out. “Well, are you ready to go? The best bash ever is waiting for us.”

“Let’s go ruin them.”

You two wanted to be one of the first people there, just to make sure that everything was good to go, so naturally, when you arrived at the fraternity the place was almost empty, only the Beta Tau Sigma brothers present.

After making your way inside the house you spotted Namjoon pouring himself a drink, already in his black Calvin Klein trunks and a black mask in his hand ready to be put on.

“Damn joonie, bringing out the old CK huh? Ready to make them bitches drool.” You teased, knowing damn well that you and your friend were two of those bitches.

“Wow, you’re early.”

“Ah well you know, we just wanted to make sure everything was good to go.” Your eyes scanned the room just to make sure that everything was alright.

“Everything was fine, right until I saw you two.” He said with a judging look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Asked Maria, a confused expression all over your faces.

“Well, you two are breaking the only rule of the bash, you are wearing huge ass coats.” He pointed at your offensive pieces of clothing as if he was ready to burn them.

“Ahh that. We just didn’t want to leave them in the hangers. I was wondering if you’ll let us put them in your room?”

“Oh sure, give them to me and go pour yourselves a drink.” And just like that judging Namjoon was gone giving way to happy and kind Namjoon.

You started to unbutton your red coat, but as soon as you started to slide it off your arms and exposing your body you heard Namjoon’s cup hit the floor.

“Shi-” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong joonie?” You smirked; this was exactly the type of reaction you were looking for tonight.

“N-nothing. You just look...wow. Both of you.” He was nervous. You could tell because he always started to scratch his head when he was like this.

“Thank you.” Both you and your roommate answered. “You better get your shit together though, you don’t want to receive your guests with a big wet spot on your CK’s.” You added.

“Shut up. Give me those.” He grabbed both your jackets in an attempt to change the subject. “I’ll go put these in my room, make yourselves at home. There are jello shots in the kitchen.”

“You better beat that meat off before you come back down otherwise you won’t be able to handle the night. Just don’t cum on my coat or you already know what’s on the menu for your frat bros.” You screamed before he could get out of view.

“Fuck you!” He yelled back.

“Sorry, once was enough. I’m not gonna let you touch me again.”

Namjoon sighed in defeat, his middle finger being the last thing you saw before he disappeared with your coats.

“I’m gonna hit the jello shots, wanna join me?” Maria asked nonchalantly, the bickering between you and Namjoon being nothing but a normal day for her.

“Sure, let’s get this party started!”

As the night progressed you feared that this year's bash was gonna be stained in your mind forever. One guy started dancing with you, grinding and shit, but as soon as you two started to make out this girl came out of nowhere and started causing a whole scene and calling him a bastard and a cheater (needless to say you got out of there as soon as possible); then, if that wasn’t enough, this other guy was flirting with you when out of nowhere he threw up right next to your right foot.

After all those tragic events you decided that you definitely weren’t drunk enough to be able to handle this, so you made your way to the kitchen to drown yourself in shots. There weren’t many people in there which was perfect because it allowed you to kind of take a mental break from all the events in peace. It wasn’t until you were in your fourth shot that your luck seemed about ready to change.

“Tell me how a pretty lady like you doesn’t have a guy glued to her at all times? ‘Cause I find that extremely hard to believe.” His voice reached you like sweet honey luring you to his trap, and what a fucking trap; those pink swollen lips alone make your knees week, nevermind those abs and that ribcage ‘nevermind’ tattoo.

“Pretty? You can’t even see my whole face with this mask.” You said as you downed another vodka shot, the burn on your throat matching the burn in your pussy.

“That’s true, but if the face is as beautiful as the package then I’m in fucking trouble.”

Heat. Heat was all you were feeling. Like he was a big ass torch, burning you up until you were nothing but just fucking goo at his feet.

“You’re in trouble? What does that make of me with such a handsome smooth talker like you in front of me?”

“Oh…” he bit his lip and made his way closer to you, his hand clearing the way to your ear by trapping your hair behind it, “you are definitely in trouble.”

“Let that be a warning that I’ll ignore.”

He smirked and you were sure he could be sin in the form of a human being. “Want to go dance?”

Goodbye Brandon.

“Sure.”

He grabbed you by your hand and led you to the middle of the big mass of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, really just waiting for an opportunity to fuck each other's brains out.

One thing you had to give props to the frat guys: the music was fucking awesome. It was like it had a pull on every single person at the bash - it certainly had a pull on you and your hot masked pair. In no time your bodies were glued together, his right behind yours providing you with all the delicious friction you were searching for.

His hands travelled all over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His sweet lips sucked on your neck making you wish he was sucking something else entirely. He was starting to get excited, you could feel him poking you at your ass; his hands becoming more and more daring, caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” The masked hunk said to you, his voice trembling with excitement.

You didn’t even answer him, you turned around and started kissing his juicy lips. His naughty hands started wondering once again only to find their place at your butt; the way he was touching you like you were his and nobody else’s made you moan into the kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He asked after a few minutes of your wild makeout session.

“Yes please.”

He grabbed your hand to guide you to the staircase, but you weren’t even halfway through the crowd when you were intercepted by your friend Maria. “Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! The game is about to start, we need you.”

“Fuck.” You were so horny that you totally forgot you had to conduct the game you had prepared. “Hey, can you wait just 5 minutes? I have to conduct this game, it’ll be quick I promise.” You pleaded to your hookup, hoping he would stay and wait for you.

“Sure, I can wait a few more minutes.”

“Thanks.” You kissed him once more as a thank you but it didn’t take long for you to slip back into that sex trance you were in just moments before.

“Ahem, I’m really sorry you horny kids but I really do need her right now.” Maria insisted, and even though you understood her urgency you could almost smack her on the head for delaying your sweet deserved orgasms.

“Of course, I’m sorry. Let’s go.” You and the masked hottie followed Maria to the middle of the kitchen where the big kitchen table was all ready with everything necessary for the game.

The rules to participate were simple, you needed two people: a guy and another guy or girl (depending on your sexual preference); first, one guy would need to be laying on the table and the other player would have to get him hard, then the second player needed to drink a shot to gain a sort of coloured hoop that would then be placed on the first player’s dick. There are 5 hoops and they become smaller and smaller each time so that at the end you end up with a dick pyramid; the team that finishes first wins a key to the special room you prepared with the jacuzzi.

You were so proud of this idea when you first presented it to Namjoon, but now you wish you had never come up with it. You could be on your way to having great sex but instead, you had to conduct a game so some random ass couple could gain the opportunity to hook up in a fucking jacuzzi - lucky bastards.

“So who are the contestants?” You asked your friend Maria.

“It’s Jungkook and a chick named Patricia, Hoseok and Yoongi, and me and Namjoon.” You were shocked at the information your roomie just gave you. You knew they found each other cute, but it was all so casual that you never thought they’d actually hookup.

“Hold up. You and Namjoon you hoe?! Oh my god!” You hugged her, feeling genuinely happy for her.

“Yes! He came to save me from a drunk guy and we just started talking and dancing and you know...he was the one who suggested we play the game actually.”

“Joonie, that fucking show off.” You joked off, still in shock with the events of the night. That’s the bash for ya. “Okay let’s do this, I have a hot guy waiting for me.”

The game wasn’t over in 5 minutes like you had promised your masked hunk (turns out it’s hard for some people to get hard with so many people watching), but after a very tight race your friend Maria pulled through and finished the dick pyramid first. You announced the winners and handed them the key, quickly making your way to Mr. sex on two legs.

“I’m so sorry, I thought it would take less time than what it actually took.” You kissed him once more, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“No, it’s okay. You had your own duties.” He smiled at you and you could almost feel your legs giving out. How could someone be so fucking perfect? And most importantly, where the fuck has he been hiding?

“Ah yes, the very important duty of giving other people the key to a room with a jacuzzi they can fuck in.”

“I do wish you could have stolen that key away so I can make you scream in that jacuzzi, but I guess the old fashioned bed is alright too.” You couldn’t take this anymore, either you’d have him in the next couple of minutes or you were going to fucking explode.

“Fuck. Just...wait here. I’ll see what I can do.” You weren’t thinking straight anymore, it was like he was hypnotizing you. He had put that idea in your head and now all you wanted to do was to fuck his brains out in that jacuzzi, so you made your way to your friend Maria and just hoped for the best.

“Maria, don’t hate me but can I please have that key? Mr. sex on legs is talking about making me scream on that jacuzzi and I just...fuck. I need that key, pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at her wishing that she would give in.

“What? Are you crazy? Girl, I love you but there’s no way I’m giving you this key. That jacuzzi is mine, I won it fair and square!”

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to do this but remember your birthday party last year?”

“Fuck.” Realization appeared all over her face as she remembered the events of her last birthday.

“That’s right, you had me go take your drunk ass brother home when I was hitting it off with Jaehyun.”

“It wasn’t that bad.” She defended.

“It wasn’t that bad?! Maria, your brother went to piss in the bushes and actually turned around and pissed all over me.”

“Fine! You win! Here’s the key. Go have amazing sex.” She handed the key to you with a bumped out expression, crossing her arms like a little kid.

“Thank you, I love you.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek to make her feel better and quickly made your way back to your fling.

You and the guy practically ran to the room, making a quick stop by a condom bowl to grab some. As soon as you entered the room you wasted no time, you started making out once more, this time even harder than before. In no time the only piece of clothing on your bodies was sliding down both your legs freeing both your very needy genitals.

You went to remove your mask but he grabbed your arm to stop you. “No, keep it on. The mystery makes this even hotter.”

He was a kinky one, you could tell - you were in for a good time.

“Let’s make use of the price we stole then.” You said, wanting nothing more than just have him in there.

He grabbed your hand and led you to the jacuzzi almost like a pied piper. You were the first one to enter, the warm water feeling almost cold in comparison to your burning skin. When he entered the water and sat right next to you though, a nervous feeling spread all over your body.

“I must confess something,” he was trying to ease your sudden nerves by talking, and you were glad for that, “I’ve been observing you all night.”

“Really?” How could a guy like him been watching you all night and you didn’t even notice? Why did you have to be so freaking clueless all the time?

“Yes. Once I saw you I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I made my way to come and talk to you but you were always busy.” He mentioned in reference to the various failed attempts at getting laid you had tonight, but now that you looked back you’re so fucking glad they were all a bust.

“You could have come and talked to me. That would have saved me having to watch that guy puke at my feet.” You joked, your nerves dissipating a bit.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” His laugh was like a ray of sunshine, and it just made you wonder why the fuck was he so fucking perfect? Maybe he’s a serial killer, you though; there’s got to be something wrong with him.

“But hey, if I had come and talked to you sooner I wouldn’t have you all to myself in this jacuzzi,” he was dangerously close, his lips ready to attack, “and there’s so fucking much I want to do to you in here.”

Suddenly the mood was hot again, and the expectation in you was growing at a rapid pace. “Then do it.”

Your voice was like a command for him to shoot, and oh boy did he shoot you down; his lips were devouring you alive like he was a starved man, his hands were grabbing your thigh and pulling you to straddle him. The way your cunt was pressing down on his hard cock was making you feel so good that you could cum on the spot; it had been so long since you had experienced the real thing that you had almost forgotten how good this felt.

“Get on your knees here.” He looked to the spot right next to him where you were sitting previously showing you exactly where he wanted you to place yourself.

His tone was needy and demanding, and needless to say you quickly obeyed like a well-trained bitch. He got behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding your body so that the water jet would hit your clit just right. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“That’s right baby, let me hear your sweet voice.”

He quickly reached to a table near the jacuzzi where you had left condoms and lube for the winners of the game and squirted some lube to his fingers. He then started sucking on your neck while the hand that was lubricated travelled south and started playing with your pussy lips before his finger penetrated your tiny hole.

“Oh shit baby, yeah just like that.” The pressure of the water combined with his skilful fingers were making you reach your limit faster than ever before, but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Cum all over my fingers baby.” He didn’t even have to say it, almost as soon as he finished his sentence you were already cumming, his free hand securing you tight to his body.

“Hmm daddy...yes.” You screamed, not even realizing the words you were letting spill out of your mouth.

“Daddy huh?” He waited for you to regain all forms of consciousness before he talked, he wanted to be damn sure you knew exactly what you had called him.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” You couldn’t finish your sentence for his hand was quickly wrapped around your neck, restraining your speech.

“Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it baby. I’m your daddy and all of your orgasms belong to me, understand? This pussy…” his fingers started toying with your clit, making you flinch due to overstimulation, “...belongs to me.”

It looked like you had just triggered his dark side, but you didn’t care. You’d take it all if he was willing to give it to you, you just really wanted him at this point. Could your lack of real sexual activity have turned you insane? How could it be that you wanted him so fucking much even though you didn’t even know his name? Was he that powerful or were you just that weak? You didn’t know and you didn’t care in all honesty, all you knew was that at this point if he wanted it, he’d get it. “Yes daddy.”

“Bend over.” He gave another command which you, once again, obeyed with no questions asked.

Anticipation was building as he put the condom on and squirted some more lube on his hand so he could spread it all over his dick. He fully grabbed your ass so he could position himself and slowly entered you until he was completely buried inside you. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

You couldn’t even say anything, all you could do was moan in response. His dick filled you so good that you could cum just like that, no single movement required. But once he started moving your whole body was shook, your eyes seeing stars.

“What a fucking view you’re giving me, look at that fucking ass.” Spank. “So fucking juicy.” Spank. “Makes me want to see what it looks like all rosy and nice just for me.” Spank. Spank. Spank.

“Oh yes daddy.” Nobody had spanked you before in your life, but he’d just made you realize that it was something that turned you on, a lot. He was making you uncover all these hidden fantasies you didn’t even know you had and for that alone, he was already the best sex you ever had in your life.

He was pounding into you right now, water splashing everywhere. “Are you going to cum baby?” Spank. “Are you gonna squeeze that cunt real tight for daddy?” Spank.

“Oh fuck yes.” You were almost there, you could feel it building inside you, that sweet release.

“Then cum.”

You came for the second time tonight, your pussy clutching really tight around his dick like a snake constricting its prey, only you were his prey. You had been his prey since the very beginning of the night: he watched you from afar like a good predator would, and then seduced you with sweet talk and dangerous moves until he finally pulled out his claws and completely destroyed you. And now he was pulling off the condom and cumming all over your red ass cheeks, marking you as his.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” You said as you sat back down in the jacuzzi, his seed being washed away.

“I agree.” His sweet and radiating smile was back on his face making you almost melt away. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“This is a little embarrassing but, I don’t even know your name.” Suddenly he was nervous, the confident guy from before long gone.

Your shyness returned in full force. It was indeed a little embarrassing that you didn’t even know each other's names, but could you blame yourselves? You were so fucking attracted to each other that you didn’t even want to lose time with something as trivial as that.

“I’m Y/N.” Your eyes locked with his, something new and exciting coming through to both of you. “And you?”

“I’m Jimin.”

[mrneighbourlove]

Fall of a Dynasty: Ch 2. Friends in High Places

"... fuck. Fucking shit, damn it all to hell, why. I want to know why." Zizi seldom had a reason to curse. Usually if she did swear, it was for one of three reasons. The first was she was mad and wanted to emphasize her point. The second is if she cut herself using the tolls on the plantation. The third, however, was most rare, was due to Zannah. So, this time, yes, it was due to Zannah, but more importantly, due to the fact that the empress was riding right. To. Her. Stall. And she was covered in soot, blood, and dirt. "Why. Me." The Zemlja wondered if it was too late to pray to Zemlja to make her invisible at will.

Rinku, who was at the house to acquire some vegetable supplies, as well as additionally stay for dinner as it stormed outside, looked up from her steak dinner. “Heeeeey now. There be little ones around. What’s got the mother bear angry?”

Zannah, however, didn’t know or care less who’s house this was. She got off her horse, dragging herself to the front door, all the while collapsing to her knees in the mud once in a while to reach it.

"I sensed the mega-bitch." Zizi replied with an irritated sigh. Now, the ruler of the Empire was banging on her door. All eyes looked to Zizi and she ran a hand down her face. Might as well get it over with quickly. "Stay here. I'll deal with this. Or either I'll get lucky and the ground will hold me hostage."

Rinku frowned, cluing in swearing might be common around the household. “What mega bitch?”

Kahli scowled, moving to secure his younger children away from the door, hell, the first floor.

The Emperor herself, pounded on the door, waiting for whatever peasant lived her to open the damn door.

Yanking open the door, Zizi stood there, not even batting an eye.

"... what?"

Zannah froze like a dear in head lights. This was the last person she wanted to see. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

"I was actually asking my deity why, out of all people, that you have to show up on my doorstep." Zizi said dryly. "So once again, I ask... what? What do you want?"

Fine. No need to stand on ceremony or waste additional time. “Lead me to your sister and brother in law. Right now. I’ve suffered an assassination attempt.”

"Down the street, third left, then go down to your second right, and the castle is right there. Bye." Zizi started to shut the door in Zannah's face, but Manaco stopped her.

"Mom, you know you can't do that."

"I can do whatever the hell I want, you know what that woman did to your father, our family."

"I know that, but... it looks like she needs help."

"She can go kiss Vul'kar's ass for all I care."

"Mom!"

"Look, I'm not being a part of this." Zizi threw her hands up. "Each time she comes around, more shit is stirred up. You want to help her? Then you can. I'm out."

"Mom!" Manaco groaned, exasperatedly, watching his mother stomp off into the kitchen.

“Run off you spineless little—?!” Zannah paused, a part of her trying to recognize the blonde woman step into  view. There was a barrier of time from doing so instantly. “Do I know you?”

Rinku was drying her hands from washing her own dish. Looking at Zannah again she was filled with a lonely sense of nostalgia. “Been a long time Princess.”

That title certainly jogged a memory. “Link? Princess Rinku?”

"Yeah, this is Rinku." Manaco did not wait for permission, he simply swooped Zannah off her feet. "Come on. Let's at least get you tended to before going to see my aunt and uncle. Zarazu would freak if you came into her castle that way."

“What? Young man, what are you-ah! Watch it!”

"Now this I got to see." Urboro started to stand, but Grivy pulled her back down by her shoulder. "Hey! I'm not going to choke her or anything, I just want to see what my brother is going to do."

"He's probably going to play knight in shining armor, like he does for all the ladies." Miku rolled her eyes. "And if you're not going to eat your potatoes, I am."

Grievous was, in a sense, shaking. The Emperor being here, in any state, made her extremely anxious for the near future of her family. “She’s trouble.”

Rinku meanwhile pulled up a chair, and sat comfortably into it as Manaco

set Zannah down. “What happened to you?”

“My Theron agents tried to kill me. They set up an ambush in the Ruto mountain path.”

Rinku nodded to herself, as if trying to recall the memory. “I think I remember. Elite, scary black armoured death squads of your brother. Takes me back to fighting in the war.”

"Therons got you good." Manaco placed the empress on a blanket and looked over Zannah, noticing the blood. "Forgive this, but it has to be done." He took his hands and ripped her dress around her legs, and near her back. "We have to get the material away from the wounds or you would risk infection."

“It’s just a dress Manaco.” Zannah couldn’t feel her leg anymore. Not a good sign.

"... this looks worse than I thought." Manaco observing the gushing blood. "Okay, I think you're going to require some energy transference just to keep you stable. Hold up your hands."

“I can’t do that...” Zannah didn’t shy away, but she spoke in a somber monotone.

"... why not?" Manaco asked, puzzled. "My siblings and I do it all the time if one of them is sick."

“It’s because you’re all Waku. I’m an Ocho. Not all Hasai are alike Manaco. In the same way a Vatra has different abilities than a Munja, I do not have the unique ability your father and his line hold. I can’t absorb fire to heal my wounds.” Zannah sighed, her adrenaline starting to petter out.

Rinku nodded, reading the room. “Anyone here know traditional first aid?”

"Mom... does..." Manaco had to grimace out the words. "I think Dad does too. Let me go check, I think the most qualified for this is Urboro. She's the best with the medicinal plants so she probably knows a bit of healing. I'll be right back."

It didn't take long for Manaco to go and ask his sister.

Which was met by a loud...

"WHAT?! ME?!"

Grievous shook stood between her older half siblings, having become aggressively protective of Urboro in a short time. “No. She doesn’t go near her.”

"Look, I don't like this anymore than you do, Grivy, but someone has to help her or else, Zarazu will not be pleased." Manaco felt like he was stuck in-between a rock and a hard place. "I know my aunt doesn't necessary like Zannah that much either after what she did to Mom, but we have to think of the diplomatic relationships. We don't want to start another war."

"... fine." Urboro relented, having a grouchy expression. "... but Grivy comes with me."

“Gladly.”

As they started to head to the Emperor, Rinku already had one hand on the bolt stuck in her kneecap. “When I pull this out, you might feel some momentary discomfort.” Seeing Urboro come in, the elder woman smiled. “You ready to perform kid?”

"... not at all." Urboro looked a little pale but took a deep breath. "All right. This is... this will be easy. Piece of cake." She slowly bent down and hand her hands ready, Manaco knelt down as well to cauterize the wound. "You stop the bleeding, I'm going to wrap it with aloe."

“I know a thing or two about war wounds. You’ll all do fine. Hey Zannah.”

“What?”

“Look at the bunny.”

Rinku flashed a peace sign, completely throwing Zannah off. It was at that moment she tore the metal bolt cleanly out. The Emperor had a delayed scream as the others got to work.

Manaco used his fire to stop the bleeding as his sister instructed. Then Urboro exhaled slowly and breathed life into small aloe seeds, the plant sprouting from her hand and wrapping around Zannah's leg. It was not the work of a Dusa, but it would have to do until Zannah was at the castle's medical bay.

"... since my magic is green, and she is green, maybe I can share some of my energy. Zemljas have a lot more than Vatras do, anyway."

"Says you."

"Uh-huh, says me."

"They do not.

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

“SHUT UP!” Zannah wretched, her pain at an all time high compared to the last few decades of her life. “God! Your voices are infuriating!”

Rinku cut Zannah’s voice off with a hard tie of bandages around her kneecap. “Now Zannah. I know commoners have never been your cup of tea, but be nicer to the kids who helped patch you together.”

Zannah actually blushed from embarrassment, if ever so lightly. “Oh yes. You’re too kind.”

“Say, I don’t think you’re allowed to blush in front of commoners. Or drip sarcasm with the same toxicity as a viper. Does anyone want to here the first time the Emperor here lost her composure?”

The Emperor hissed between her teeth. “Absolutely not.”

"Look who's talking, you're the one who fucked over our family royally, yes bad pun intended, and we're trying to help your ungrateful ass out." Urboro scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. "Sure, Rinku, let her lose all composure, faint in front of us 'commoners' and have a bitch fit. Go ahead, I'm waiting."

"Urboro..." Manaco groaned. "Will you please be nice for once?"

"Nice is for pushovers. Except for when it comes to Grivy," Urboro fist bumped her half-sister. "She's baby."

“Well. It was during the War of Fire. Zannah was conducting the distraction to allow her killer robot to capture my baby sister Kanisa. Well, we were two teenagers, and I sprung into action to engage her in sword combat.” Rinku methodically nodded, recalling the details and slowly speaking them allowed. “Back then, she was an uptight princess instead of an uptight Emperor. And she was a pretty good fighter too. Keep in mind this was our second duel, and she didn’t have a concept of what innuendos and throwing singles meant.”

“Please don’t...” Zannah hated not being able to go anywhere, or have the right to stop this.

“So here was, pushing me towards a ring of fire, having this aura of seductive power. In my haste, I leaned in to kiss her.”

“You what?!” Grievous couldn’t believe that a warrior would do such a thing. Zannah herself blushed more at the memory.

“That’s right. And in a switch, her energy went from dominate to a flustered and shy school girl. Turns out that at age 16 or 15 I think, she hadn’t had her first kiss.”

Urboro made a retching noise for emphasis that she did not like the idea of kissing Zannah. "I feel sorry for your lips, you must have been washing them so hard, they chapped. I think you had a better match in that hottie you were dancing with the other night. She had huge knockers."

"Urboro, we talked about this."

"You talked about it; doesn't mean I'm going to listen."

“Well, we have our histories. Don’t we Zannah.”

“I suppose we do, Link.”

Both the woman’s eyes locked with each other. In Zannah’s was a monotone angry. In Rinku’s, a regretful pity at the experiences they shared. The family suddenly heard the death cry of a horse outside. Rinku was the first to stand up, calmly walking to the rake, placing her boots on. “You kids stay inside.”

"Trouble already? Damn, they're fast." Manaco once again took Zannah into his arms and then said, "Sis, I'm going to need your help. We have to sneak her through the tunnels so they don't see her."

"Really? I really got to do this? URGH." Urboro crossed her arms with a huff. "And I just did my nails... fine... tell her if she has claustrophobia, she's going to have to suck it up."

"No need. This will be over quickly. One way or another. Just stay here and keep them out if any manage to pass my eye." Rinku patted Manaco and took her sword, throwing a green tunic on.

Rinku stepped outside, ready for action. The storm raged outside, with rain and thunder pounding the senses. Despite this, the Arbiter of the Goddess was aware of her surroundings. It was the flashes of lightning against the shine of their armour that gave them away in the rainy dark. When one launched an arrow, the warrior princess ducked low. There went diplomacy.  

Theron were surrounding the house, drawing closer. They'd kill everyone inside if they could. What they weren't expecting was a green clothed woman to step out. Too bad that there would be no witnesses. One stepped from behind a tree to fire a shot into her head. What he didn't expect was for how fast she'd move.

After ducking, Rinku drew her sword from her sheath, instantly decapitating the first solider with a clean cut. As his body fell down, another drew a shimmering guardian blade. Drops of water sizzled against the blade. Others in turn drew their own weapons. The princess cracked her neck, staring them down as rain trickled down her hood. "Last chance to leave."

With a violent swing, the Theron closest to Rinku tried to cut her in two. Instead, Rinku rolled around him in the mud, and leap into the air, slicing his backside open with a swing. Her blood cut straight through his armour, cutting his spinal cord apart. With a quick motion, she finished the man off by driving the tip of her blade through the back of his neck, piercing his throat. Taking a stance, Rinku held both hands on the hilt of her blade, waiting for the rest of the Theron to draw close. This cold night they faced the Hero of Hyrule.

Manaco managed to grab a blanket to toss over Zannah and followed Urboro out the back door.

"I'll be back soon, Grivy, got to take the package to the castle." She opened up the earth, rivaling a system of tunnels under the earth. "Can't believe I have to use these to transport her of all people."

"Look, we're doing this for Aunt Zarazu, because we don't want war."

"I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Then, she jumped in the hole, and Manaco followed.

Grievous grabbed Urboro by the arm, shaking her head. Where they stupid or just wanting a death wish? "No! You can't go out-LOOK OUT!"

Sure enough, a Theron was waiting. With a launch of an explosive arrow, Grievous had to intercept it with a fire bolt, but the explosion threw her flying backwards. The Theron had the two young adults and Zannah insight, ready to kill them with another arrow, when his visor exploded with glass and blood. His body fell backwards, and Rinku was on the other side, already having another arrow drawn if she needed it. Her breath was a bit raspy, having finished the last of the attackers. The battle was a haze to her regarding time. Short engagements with tough opponents usually were. "Hey. Get back in the damn house."

Not arguing for once, the siblings went back inside the house and waited.

"She told you to wait. You are always in such a hurry." Zizi was not too bothered by the fact that there were Kikai soldiers outside. Their family had been so much, this did not surprise her too much. She sat there with her youngest one, Zaltana, and watched her draw. "Just let Rinku do her thing, then go."

"Don't look at me, it was his idea."

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

Rinku kicked the door open, helping an injured Grievous onto the couch. She had a fresh head wound now from being thrown by the explosion. When Manaco got close, his half siblings punched him in the arm. “Ass! She said to stay inside! I saved your life! All of you actually.”

Rinku shot a quip as she went back outside to check the perimeter further, “She’s not wrong you know.”

"Ow! Hey! Don't make me drop the cargo here!"

"Sorry, Grivy..." Urboro felt sort of guilty when she saw the cut on Grivy's head. "I just really don't like the idea of being anywhere near her."

“There’s trained killers outside. You didn’t even think!”

Zannah chuckled, her head woozy from blood loss. “Your schooling taught you well.”

"Okay, okay, I was dumb and I rushed into getting mega-bitch like Mom said out of our house, I'm sorry, do you forgive me?" Urboro didn't like Grievous being mad at her.

“Shut up." Manaco grumbled under his breath at Zannah. "Or I will drop you."

Grievous took a deep breath in and out to calm her nerves. “Just... think. For me. I don’t want you dead.”

Zannah herself reached up and flicked Manaco in the nose. “You don’t tell your elders to shut up.”

It wouldn't be soon after that Rinku came back in. “Zizi! Kahli!”

The father came down, nodding. “Yes?”

“Dead horse. Eight dead Hasai. No more in the near vicinity. You, kids. With me as back up, you now have my permission to leave. I’m getting on my horse, and you travel under me. I’ll escort from above to the castle.” Rinku immediately took command of the situation. This was survival. “And we’re leaving before more show up. Let’s move out people.”

~

Inside the castle, Leere had lost at chess... again. Ralnor was not going to just 'let' his sister win especially when she wanted such a ridiculous deal. He ran his hand down his face as Leere listed off reasons that it would be beneficial to have... that damn snake so close.

"Leere, I frankly don't care what reason you give me," Ralnor told his sister. "Or even if the deities themselves would kiss me for it, that bastard is not getting a room in the castle."

“Ralnor. He’s not going to have a place to at my wife’s ranch. Why the hell cant he have one here? It’s easier access for him, more luxurious, and he’d blend in with all the monsters that guard the castle in Father’s and Covarog’s service. Yes. He’s a pain. Yes. He can act like an ass. But he’s a friend and a partner. We work with Echidnan kind. We have to give them an ambassadors place in the castle.”

"He can stay in the damn wine cellar for all I care, he's drank half of my collection already." Ralnor was not budging on this issue. "You and I both know that if someone else saw Bonegrinder before it was time to act upon the future plans, something could fall apart. There are others out there who want him dead. And the maids here gossip like it's going out of style. The answer is no. He's safer at the ranch, regardless of whether he stays in the barn, under your bed, or slinks around underneath the floorboard." The prince grumbled. "Besides, the damn monster can teleport, why the hell does he need his own room?"

“Wait. That’s pretty good. We can transform your wine cellar into a pent house for him. Because him trying to eat my cows it more costly to my wife than wine you horde to yourself.” Leere flicked her King piece over. “He’s still an organic being Ralnor. He likes to rest, sleep, snugg- forget that last one.” They both knew Bonegrinder’s snuggles could turn rather pushy. “Ah. Here’s my check. Sunny is carrying a baby. There’s no way he’s going to stay at the ranch and possibly startle her into losing my baby.”

"I was joking, there's no way he can fit into the wine cellar, his ass... coils... body---fuck, whatever you call it, is too big." Ralnor scoffed. "And he would not try to startle your pregnant wife. He's arrogant, a prick, and crazy, but he's not going to purposely frighten a pregnant woman. Bonegrinder is an ass, but he's not that much of one."

“He’s not coming to the ranch. It’s too small. The castle is massive. We could stick him in one of the dozens of towers we have.”

"Sure, sure, we'll room him with Vaati, just so he'll get on the wizard's nerves." Ralnor said sarcastically. "And for the record, I don't want him around my kids either, but we both know that if Ukuri is talking about a snake man singing her bedtime lullabies, that isn't happening. So just wait, I guarantee you, Bonegrinder will be telling your little one all kinds of stories too."

“Your kids are fully grown adult strapping Gerudo women. Your first issue to the stop treating him like the boogie man. He gets a tower here, or he’ll be overwhelmingly annoying to us.”

"He stays at your ranch." Ralnor was not budging. "We're not going to discuss this again, I'm not having a 57 foot snake running around the castle---"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

The prince was interrupted by loud, intense knocking. On the secret tunnel door behind his bookshelf. Irritated, Ralnor hit the switch to move the piece of furniture. "I swear to Hylia, you damn old snake, if that is you listening in on our conversation, I'm going to scale you and make you into a---...?!?! Manaco?! Urboro?! Rinku and---?! ... what the fuck, Zannah?! What are you doing here?!"

"It's uh... long story, Uncle, but can we like, talk later? Mega-bit---Zannah needs medical care."

Leere blinked, surprised by the Emperor’s presence. She was bleeding heavily from her leg, amongst other smaller injuries. It was Rinku, who’s blood covered tunic that worried her, however. “Sis?”

“Leere. Didn’t expect to see you here. But no time for catch up. Ralnor. We can’t seem to find Doctor Boo Boo. And given the high value of our guest, I think our brother should be notified.” Rinku threw her bloody sword onto Ralnor’s floor, becoming too tired to stay up in the middle of the night fighting for her life. And she felt for certain this night was going to become quite the ordeal. If not the near future.

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Crossover with @ridersoftheapocalypse

[lary-the-lizard]

My family raised over a hundred chickens and between 50 to 75 turkeys every year until I was thirteen then my mom bought and cared for 15 hens so we could get their eggs. Every day between the ages of 6 and 11 I went to my cousins to help on their farm. I fed the calves, helped milk the cows and cleaned their cages.

I watched calves being born, I watched my brother stick his entire arm up a cows ass to fertilize her eggs. I learned to give calves medicine using formulas and syringes, I had learned to force a tube down a calves throat when it would refuse to diminish it’s milk after being separated from its mother.

I fed my own families chickens and turkeys every morning before school and checked on those birds twice throughout the day and fed them again before super. I owned some bunnies that I’d breed myself and then raised their litters until they were old enough to sell.

I did all this and still became a vegan.

Small farms like my cousin’s treat animals pretty well. We did our best to never harm them and to give them the most comfortable life we could afford. But every fall, one a day known to my family as butchering day, we got up freakishly early and dressed in our most ugly worn clothes to go kill and de-feather and gut the chickens and turkeys. I’m not critically traumatized by this experience. I was also part of some of my cousin’s butchering days but butchering a pig or cow is very different. I mostly got to cut up and package the meat instead of spilling their intestines and skinning the creatures.

But, a lot of people don’t care about the animal itself when it comes to eating it. While it’s alive we enjoy befriending it, petting it and even saying sweet things to it about how soft its fur or feathers are. I used to claim a chicken out of the dozens and it was my special chicken all the way up to butchering day. I am a slightly more sensitive kid so even after the animal was cooked I would wonder if I was eating my friend tonight or if I did last night or if J would next week. After they’re cut up and packaged they all look the same.

When it comes to milk, the animals aren’t hurt that much. There was the rare occasion an utter would bleed but we would let that teet go until the bleeding stopped but that was more for the milk than the health of the cow.

I became a vegan because I learned that dairy products and meat are unhealthy.

I became vegetarian first because I just live animals. I couldn’t stand the idea of befriending one type of animal and deeming others infurior and soulless. I couldn’t help but see things when I looked in their eyes. Even the creepy ass pigs and chickens. They’re okay eating each other but that’s just nature. We can’t expect human level intelligence from any animal. That doesn’t mean that an animal does care for things or that they fucking deserve to die.

Meat and dairy products contains fats that our bodies can’t process properly. They get stored up, blocked, stuck in our bodies and thus we get fat. We get diabetes and in some cases cancer. We don’t need dairy products or meat for any reason. We have access to everything we need for our nutrition without the healthy risk. Nuts and seeds and grains contain all the protein we need and the calcium. The one thing that is more tricky for vegans to get is b12 and we can still get that from plants.

And our vegan foods aren’t that expensive. Getting our hands on all the nuts and grains and seeds Ian difficult and it doesn’t cost us as much as buying a prime cut of ribs or a nice steak.

Also, it’s not our fault how some quinoa farmers treat their employees. We can buy our quinoa from other places but we don’t expect every person that sells us our food to be as kind as us, though that would be preferable. But if we’re doing this ethical thing than I’d like to shift our focus a little to the meat farmers. They don’t treat their animals well, they don’t meet those animals needs. While in cages. Those animal trip over carcasses and bite each other to having breathing room. They’re fed food that shuts down their organs rather than food that sustains them. They’re pens are dirty which makes it easy to get sick. There is no kindness in that. But wait, these are animals, not humans.

I will always support those of my own species more than those that aren’t. The way the US treats imagrants is horrifying! I don’t stand for it and I do everything I can to make life better for them. That means that I sign petitions, vote in their favor, give money to foundations, organizations and charities that are making changes for the better of imagrants, and buy food ethically farmed and sold. And every vegan I know does the same.

The way that our country treats animals is cruel. We can’t point fingers at every farm and declare that they all are being abusive in how they raise their animals. We can say for sure that animals have been bred for our benefit and many of those traits we benefit from are actually harmful to the animal. We can say that killing an animal is unethical to us. But we can’t make people see from our perspective. Everyone that becomes a vegan gets there on their own.

I hate the way that humans manipulate nature and hurt animals. But I don’t stop to give a sermon to every person I see in the meat aisle. I hate advertisements that condone eating and buying meat. But I can tolerate it because this is the world I live in. I can’t tolerate people shaming vegans and vegetarians. I get that we can be fucking annoying and I think that we need to change the way we advertise. It’s like those Christian billboards forcing hell or heaven on you. But the snide posts we get from non-vegans is disgusting. Just because someone cares passionately about something you don’t does mean that they’re weak pussies that don’t know anything. Some of us didn’t know these things about farmers but that doesn’t justify dragging everyone through the dirt. There are ways to offer information to scared ignorant people that doesn’t dehumanize them. And you don’t know all the reasons a vegan chose they’re lifestyle. So many people assume that all vegans are the same people with the same beliefs and habits. It’s getting to the point in some places that people have come out to their friends and families about becoming a vegan. And I can say that because I am a homosexual.

Vegans are people with big hearts who wish to do good in every way they can. They changed their entire lifestyle to help a cause they see as worthy. We feel things deeply and want to support health and success. We want to see everyone prospering. We get scared if the harm we see happening and sometimes we say things too quickly instead of letting our emotions pass through us first. But we are stupid skinny bitches. Give some respect to the sacrifices we’ve made. What have you given up for a cause that actually changed the way you live your day to day life? What research have you done to justify it? How many perspectives have you looked from so you can care for those outside your community?

[bae-roman]

I know you want to write more about Roman and Bunny so would you elaborate on how would it be once Roman feels comfortable with B and showing her his feelings? you know he has gone trough some shit and that kind of stuff could be kinda hard for him but he knows he loves her and does an effort 💖

Aww, this is such a cute ask lol. 

I feel like he would do a lot of little physical things before actually saying anything to her. 

Compared to Roman, Bunny seemed really affectionate but in general, she  wasn’t great at feelings much either. So Roman was like waiting for Bunny to say something first but she was 1. waiting for him 2. too prideful and 3. afraid of scaring him off again  

That being said, Bunny knew Roman loved her wayyyy before he actually told her. Bunny is a really big believer in actions speaking louder than words so those little things Roman did added up and she felt loved, so it didn’t matter that he didn’t tell her because he showed her. 

Once he got comfortable with the fact that he actually had feelings for her and wanted to really be with her - which was a really hard thing for him to do. I feel like he not only hides his vulnerability  from others, he hides it from his self as well so to even get to the point where he can be okay acknowledging that he’s having these feelings is a really big step. - so when that happened, that’s when he’d start doing those little things like:

→ The sex would be different. They’d still have their normal rough stuff, but more passionate. Sure he always went down on her and kissed her but now he would kiss her down from her lips to her core beforehand, and bury his face into her whenever it was possible. Then once they were finished, they would just lay there together and he would softly rub her back. 

→ Kisses. Everywhere, all the time. He usually only kissed her with the intent of it leading to sex but then he started to kiss her every time he left for work, in the mornings when they just woke up, on the forehead when they were cuddling together, etc. When they went to dinner, he would take her hand in his from across and lay a soft kiss on it, while maintaining eye contact because he knew what that did to her. Even in the middle of the night, when he woke up for whatever reason, he would nudge her to the brink of consciousness just to give her a little peck before they both fell asleep again -  something she began to do to him as well. Basically, all the kisses. 

→ Bunny had a weird obsession with strange foreign movies that Roman absolutely hated, but would watch with her because he would give him that little pout with the puppydog eyes that made her look so cute and sad, he couldn’t say no. I mean he bitched about how stupid the movies were the entire time but, ya know, compromises. 

→ He also started being more protective bc he cared about her so much. Like he started telling her to put her seatbelt on whenever they were driving somewhere (even though she always did so when he started saying that she’d be like??? ok?), he would tell tell her to call him once she got home on the nights she didn’t stay over, and one time she was so tired that she completely forgot, changed and washed her face and just passed out which led to Roman almost breaking down her door not even 30 minutes later.

→ He would send his assistant to bring her her favourite drinks in the morning, touch her back whenever he passed her, flick the tip of her nose and ya just a bunch of small changes that gave Bunny some assurance that like he actually liked her and cared about her as much as she cared about him. 

→ The kicker though, the thing that really made it clear to Bunny that Roman was in deep was when… - so a little bit of quick backstory here, Bunny and Roman met in a bar. He was there with Peter, for whatever reason and Bunny was out with some friends. Roman hit on her and Bunny went with it because hey, he was hot and she was horny so why not. Long story short, they fucked in the alley outside.

Ok, back to the story. An exact year from when they first met, Roman called her and was like “We’re going out tonight, wear something easy for me to take off and be ready by 8″ (definitely how he usually asked her on dates btw) So she did and his secretly romantic ass took her to the same bar and fucked her outside like they did a year ago. 

 Bunny didn’t even put 2 and 2 together until a few days later when she was telling her friend about the bomb ass sex she was getting and her friend would be like “aww, it was your sexaversary” and bunny would be like lmao what? AND THEN REMEMBERS that when she met Roman, she was at the bar celebrating her friend getting a new job and she had now been at that job for a year and like once that clicked bunny melted. She really just though he wanted to fuck her in an alley again and chose that bar bc they had been successful in not getting caught. Like she was SOOO happy and in her head was like “he loooooooooves me” because by this point, she knows Roman and how he is and there was no way in hell he would do that for just some random girl he was seeing so that really like got rid of any insecurities she had about his feelings for her. 

She would be really bad at hiding this btw. Like she would go to his place later that night and hug him for longer than usual and all through dinner, she would have one of those smiley smirks on her face  and stare at him and he would be so confused and ask her what the hell was wrong with her 

*Like this is the look he’d give her

and she of course didn’t tell him because she didn’t want to scare him off or anything. She did, however,  change into a sexy little bunny costume and fuck his brains out that night though. (MAYBE OR MAYBE NOT HOW SHE GOT HER NICK NAME)

Now Roman was different though, while he was really committed to  her and sure of his feelings, he wasn’t really confident about hers. 

Bunny fell for Roman a lot faster than she had fallen for anyone else, and the feelings she had for him surpassed all of her previous relationships by a long shot so even though she knew how she felt she didn’t really know how to express it in a way that wouldn’t make it super obvious. And because she was always pretty affectionate with him, and basically did the same things now that she did earlier, Roman didn’t know for sure how she felt. 

Like he knew she liked him. Bunny was always very upfront and honest so if she didn’t want to be with him, she would leave. This point became very clear to him after she found out about Nadia and still stayed because that would’ve been a perfect way out if she wanted one.  

On most days, he knew she liked him and cared about him but he could get very insecure about that and his beliefs on this were subject to their daily interactions. He really did not believe he was worthy of being loved and that anyone would truly want him so wether or not she loved him wasn’t even something that occurred to him for a long time because in his mind that was something that was never going to happen and the best he could hope for was someone willing to tolerate him and it helped that he had money. 

Anyways, so  if they were watching a movie - during which she normally would lay her head on his shoulder - and on that specific night, she didn’t lay her head on him, the voice inside his head would be like “well, that’s it. She finally caught some sense and isn’t into you anymore. Good for her, she deserves way better anyways” and then once that seed was planted he would search for more little things like that to reinforce that thought and every time she was about to speak he would be like “well, she’s about to break up with me now, it was a good run” 

Bunny would have no idea about any of this at all, like she just slept on her neck weird the night before, or was really into the movie or something and was still 100% into him and their relationship. If she had even an inkling that this was something he was going though, she would’ve told him her feelings SO much sooner.’

 So when Bunny didn’t break up with him that night, he would just send her all the flowers the next morning. For Bunny, whenever Roman  bombarded her with gifts, that was a warning sign for her that something was up. So, she took him to lunch and was like “ok, what’s up with you?” and he would be so defensive and deny that there was anything wrong so vehemently and it would turn into this big fight because his thought process was kind of like ok, fuck it.  She’s going to break up with me anyways might as well abort mission. 

So they would fight and then late that night Bunny would call him, drunk out of her mind from some club she went to with her friends to try to get her mind off of him and his protective instinct would take over and he’d just go get her and bring her to his place and she’d be so happy that he came to get her and when he took her to his place and got her ready for bed, she just scooted over so close to him and kept kissing him and in her cute little slurred voice thanking him for coming to get her. Roman didn’t really know what to do because he was still doing the whole distancing thing so that when she inevitably broke up with him it would be easier, completely oblivious to all the signs that she was so so into him and not planning on breaking up with him in the slightest. 

Bunny basically just plopped herself directly on top of his chest and all sleepy and drunk like whined at Roman to hold her, so he did and she snuggled her face into the crook of his neck.

 When he thought she had passed out, she quickly raised her head, just to make out with him again. Occasionally, she would pause their kisses and told him the following: that he smelt good *kissing* that he had nice lips *kissing* “No Roman, they’re sooooo soft. What chapstick do you use?” *kissing* “Have you ever gotten lip injections?” at this one, Roman had to pull back, gave her a face and let out a heavy sigh, “No Bunny. I have not” *kissing* “If you did, I wouldn’t even judge you” “I don’t have lip injections” “If you did, would you tell me?” “What- why would I- sure.” “ok. thanks” *kissing* “Roman, you’re really pretty” *kissing* “Roman, you smell really good” Roman chuckled, very much entertained by Bunny’s drunken ramblings now.

 He thanked her and went back in to continue their make out session but Bunny pulled away,

 “I need to tell you a secret” 

“Go for it” Roman urged, thinking it would be something else silly 

“No, it’s a super secret” He rolled his eyes and rested his forehead on hers, rubbing the tip of his nose along hers.

 “I like you” she blurted out. 

Roman chuckled again, “You know we’ve been dating for a while, right? I’d hope you liked me” he replied, thinking she meant that she liked him casually, not how she meant it. 

“No Roman, I really really like you….you’re my favourite person.” she confessed, too drunk to care about her pride and concerns about admitting feelings. 

Roman just nodded carefully but on the inside, he swelled with joy, and couldn’t hide a smile spreading on his face despite how hard he tried to keep it in. For some reason, this was what was needed for him to feel somewhat secure in their relationship. Of course, he still had his moments of insecurity in the future but he wasn’t as easily swayed as before. 

While waiting for Roman to say something back - anything at all, Bunny snuggled her face back into his chest. Roman wrongfully assumed she was asleep before whispering back “Me too, Bunny”.

The next morning, Bunny had barely any recollection of the night before. She woke up earlier than Roman and went downstairs to find her phone. She could not remember the details of how she got to Roman’s house and wanted to ensure that her friends had been clued in to where she was and that she hadn’t just taken off in the middle of the night. (She had told them, and 2 of them walked her to Roman’s car when he arrived).

Roman soon met her the kitchen, where she was already making a tea for her and coffee for him. 

“Hey” he mumbled, still half asleep.

“Morning hunny” Bunny gave him his coffee and a quick peck.

“You remember anything from last night?”

Bunny tilted her head to think about it, “umm not really. Just that you took such good care of me”, she smiled, giving him another kiss. 

Roman kissed her back until she pulled away, “Oh wait! ya actually! Something about you getting lip injections?”

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Fictober #4 entry for “I know you didn’t ask for this”

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After being photographed attending the matinee, which Ellis complained about, and going to a dinner that Ellis didn't eat, Felipe had thankfully found peace and quiet for a few precious minutes hiding in a hotel lobby bathroom. Lillian Frost had, thankfully, found out that Ellis was in New York and called to have a meeting with her about her upcoming role opposite Xavier.

This left Felipe alone for the rest of the night and hopefully longer. He splashed water on his face and plotted his next move. He wanted badly to go visit the store where Xavier had met Erika but didn't know how to approach it.

If the photographers, whom he was almost positive Ellis had tipped off, were still around and attempted to follow him, he'd hardly be able to get much insight into the woman his secretly single friend was smitten with. He took a long breath and walked into the lobby slowly. It seemed the vultures had left, and he took it as his cue to follow.

As he crossed the street, he passed by a redheaded woman who'd clearly been crying and what he assumed was her boyfriend who had caused it. The woman was wearing sunglasses even though the lights of the city had replaced the sun an hour or two earlier and he could hear the man saying something about her being too good for “most men.”

Felipe shook his head, remembering himself using lines like that after doing something to make a woman cry. He wanted to tell the woman it was probably true, this jerk in a hoodie didn't deserve her tears, and offer to buy her a drink. Then again, that drink would probably lead to another and maybe even another, ultimately ending the night in a bed together which was the kind of thing he was trying not to do anymore and one of the reasons he was stuck in this arrangement with Ellis to begin with.

Besides, he thought looking up at the giant children's store in front of him, I have far more important things to do tonight, so he kept on walking. Inside he examined every worker on the first floor before heading up the elevator and starting his search up there.

Finding her in a room full of people wasn't going to be easy. He'd heard about Erika many times, but he'd only ever seen one picture. It was a blurry group shot with Xavier and at least one other person. It was somewhere in Brooklyn and they'd taken a picture with a cow on a leash. It came as part of a text that Felipe had of course deleted that raved about an urbanite who turned a pet cow into a creamery business.

Felipe had thought how New Yorkers were weird, but he remembered loving the message because blurry Xavier had looked so happy. So, she was probably weird, or rather eccentric, but everyone was wearing a uniform, so her clothing wasn't going to help give her away.

She drank coffee a lot, he remembered coffee in some of Xavier' stories which meant she might be hyper. Oh, but they'd meet after work so maybe she'd look tired.

She wore glasses sometimes—she'd forgotten them the day Xavier and she went to see a cartoon festival where there was a short in which Felipe voiced a lawn mower that fell in love with a Rake. He remembered the story of how close to the screen they had to sit and how Xavier gushed over how her "squinty eyes and wrinkled nose looked like a cute bunny watching a movie."

The elevator opened and Felipe attempted to find a white girl with light-ish hair (assuming she hadn't dyed it), around thirty who was either wearing glasses or not with a nose of some sort that looked either hyper or sleepy.

"Piece of cake" he mumbled, as he walked towards a table of T-shirts being knocked over and refolded by one of the three workers who fit the description.

"Hi. Excuse me," Felipe started. The glasses-less blond looked up.

"Are you?" she said, almost scowling. "You're Felipe O’Shane. Son of a bitch."

She threw a shirt down.

“That’s not the first time I’ve been greeted that way,” Felipe shined his ample teeth, “but I’m pretty sure we’ve never met.”

"Listen Dreamboat,” She calmed down a bit. “I'm sure you're really nice but I hate you as collateral damage."

People had very strong feelings about Ellis, and it sometimes led people to attack him. Plus, his characters had done some rather horrible things, so it wasn't unheard of that fans lashed out at him for their doings. After a second look at her less angry face, the T-shirt girl looked familiar. Perhaps she was in the picture.

"Are you Erika?"

"That's a no," she tossed her hair. "Why are you asking about Erika? She’s not working today."

"We have a common friend," Felipe smiled and looked at her name tag. "Rachel, that's a nice name."

With that, Rachel started twisting another shirt, as if her name being spoken by his voice had released a venom she needed to wring out of her hands.

"Your friend is an asshole." She snapped her head up so they were eye to eye, her teeth gritted in a smile. "Now please, if you could be so kind as to get the hell out of here before I get my ass fired."

Felipe backed away and jogged down the escalator. It appeared Erika's coworkers weren't nearly as nice as Xavier claimed she was. When he reached the bottom, he saw the tear stained face of the crying girl from earlier talking to one of the men downstairs.

"Well it's inconvenient, Erika, but you need to heal. Thanks for stopping by with a progress report," Felipe heard the man say as he put his arm around the girl. She started to walk toward the door.

"Holy shit," Felipe whispered. "That’s her." Having realized he needed to get her attention, he started calling her name and waving his arms over his head.

He was a semi-well-known actor with his face on buses drawing attention to himself, but he panicked, and it worked. Erika stopped and turned around. When she saw him, he could see her eyes get visibly larger.

"Don't worry, I was going to wait for you right outside, Dave." She hollered back before existing.

When Felipe got outside, she was true to her word, standing just left of the door.

“Hi,” he extended his hand. “I’m Fel-”

"Two months ago my life was sane," she said, tears coming to her eyes again. "I was normal and boring. Strange men weren't coming to my job!”

"I'm so sorry," Felipe handed her a tissue as she pressed on.

“I wasn't eating large meals at four am. I'd watch TV, work, maybe read, but you know what? I liked it. I didn't care that I was coasting through life. I don’t want chaos and I hate, I fucking hate drama. The only reasons I went to acting school at all is because most actors fail, so nobody would be surprised or disappointed in me. And because it’s all fake, even if you succeed nothing is real and nobody knows you, they just think they do but it’s not really you.”

Her eyes were saucers and her face had become a deep scarlett as she reached a hysterical pitch. “But now this isn’t fake, it’s real. This is my life and it’s too much. I want boring.”

“Breathe,” he steadied her shaking frame. “Please?”

Erika nodded between sobs.

“My name is Felipe, Who's Dave?"

Erika started to laugh. "Funny."

Felipe joined in. "But really, who's Dave? I saw you crying with your boyfriend before. Is that Dave?"

This time Erika laughed so hard she started to cough. "It was a code name. I couldn't exactly say Felipe O’Shane, famous actor, currently in theaters everywhere playing the guy who created cell phones."

"Right, I'm an idiot," he said, rubbing his stubble. "But hey you stopped crying." He smiled a toothy grin.

"True," she sighed. "And Blake is not my boyfriend."

"Oh, well I just assume when a girl is crying with a guy, he's the reason."

"Blake's not the reason I was crying, but that's a story for another day."

"Or today, we could get coffee. Xavier tells me you like coffee."

Erika took in a deep breath. That was possibly the worst thing she could hear today.

"Rain check, I'm not feeling up to it today." She put her hand on his arm. "It was nice to meet you and maybe we can talk again some other time."

She turned to walk away before looking back over her shoulder.

"Oh when you talk to Xavier tell him I send my sincere congratulations on the baby."

According to Xavier, he and Erika had only kissed—barely. Felipe stared at her leaving, dumbstruck until he Goggled Xavier's name. Three outlets were reporting a pregnancy rumor.

"Fuck my life," he hit the phone against his head. "I'm gonna kill Ellis."