#or hella drugs or simply 'dying'

[whiskingskin]

Only thing I am ignoring from the new show is the ghoul lore retcon. Needing medicine to not turn feral erases TONS of fun ghoul opportunities [remember the ghoul kid locked in a fridge for 200 years?] And sweeps aside a decade of amazing theories for a, let's be real, painfully simply and boring zombie retcon

[confusednarcissistwrites]

Teenage Dirtbag (K.S.)

While I’m not exactly who you hoped would be writing these requests for you, I hope they are what you were looking for @nonchalantflower and anon 💛 I had so much fun writing for Kyle and would DEFINITELY be interested in writing more parts for this if you guys are interested! Enjoy, my thirsty friends 😘

(arguments, slight physical roughness, smut)

“Don’t forget your lime, sweets!”

You smiled and raised your cup in silent thanks to the girl pouring drinks behind the kitchen counter. It was far too loud to do much else. Music blared as people drunkenly sang karaoke in the living room and the rest were either singing along or trying to yell over the sound trying to hold conversation. You had not been much of a party-goer before Kyle, and you weren’t much of one after either. You sighed, looking into the cup for a moment before shooting back the contents. You briefly wondered why you were even there until a pair of arms wrapped around your middle.

“Y/N!!! Come dance with me pleeeeaaasseeeeee!” That’s right. You’d promised your best friend, Missy, that you’d escort her to this specific party to make sure she didn’t get herself into too much trouble. You knew it was just a lame excuse to get you out of the house, but you figured it couldn’t hurt anything. You allowed her to pull you into the backyard where the band was going strong and hot bodies danced freely in the night air. There was something about it that made you relax a bit. Your body slowly succumbed to the alcohol and began to rock to the music along with everyone else in the crowd. “That’s my girl! Get it babe!” Missy cheered, dancing and laughing easily with you. You let yourself laugh too, feeling yourself untense for what felt like the first time in months. It felt good. The longer you danced, the more you lost track of your surroundings. You closed your eyes and slipped under the music and intoxication.

You were abruptly pulled from this euphoria, however, as the music came to a close and Missy began tugging you back toward the house. “There’s a group starting Seven Minutes in Heaven!” she squealed. You briefly realized this was exactly the trouble you were supposed to be keeping her out of, but she was so excited that you couldn’t find it in your mildly inebriated self to tell her no. You and her brushed past multiple couples making out and someone definitely revisiting their dinner in the bathroom to find a large circle of people gathered in the library upstairs. A tall, blonde jock walked around collecting bits and bobs from each individual in his sweaty hat. You watched Missy pull her earring from her ear excitedly, ready to add it to his collection.

“God, this is so bad,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Just keep it in your pants, that’s all I ask.” She elbowed you sharply in the ribs before placing the earring in.

“You gonna play, toots?” the blonde asked, eyeing you up and down.

You shivered in mild disgust, quickly shaking your head. You were about to make a snide remark when Missy pulled the clip holding your hair up from your head. “Ow! What the hell?”

“You’re playing, and that’s final,” she said, adding your clip to the hat. You huffed, submitting easily. You definitely couldn’t deny that you needed some action.

“Alright, gents! Who’s up first?” the blonde called over the group.

“This guy over here! Total closet monster!” A group of guys started cheering and shouting from the corner of the room. You couldn’t quite see who was the object of their jeering quite yet. “Everyone knows bassists get HELLA pussy! Let’s goooo!!”

That was the first in a series of events that quickly filled your stomach with dread. No. Fucking. Chance. Suddenly, the unfortunate boy was pushed out from the group of shouting teens, confirming your worst fears. You swallowed, looking down and praying he didn’t see you.

“Shit,” Missy whispered in shock, turning to look at you. You grimaced, suddenly feeling a bit ill.

Chants of “Kyle! Kyle! Kyle!” rose from the whole room as the lanky boy you knew every inch of rolled his eyes and reached into the hat. You shivered, praying silently that fate could not possibly be cruel enough to lock you in a closet with your

ex-boyfriend for seven minutes of pure hell.

Fate laughed darkly in your face.

The minute he pulled the clip out, his intoxicated smile fell from his face slightly. He recognized it. Even now.

“That’s the little miss right over there!” The jock pointed to you and his exclamation was followed by a series of cheers and “oh shit”s from people who recognized the situation. You suddenly found yourself pushed to the middle of the room next to him, Missy shouting your name behind you as strangers' hands forced you forward.

“That’s his ex!” someone shouted, making you visibly cringe. The group collectively fell to hushed whispers and quiet laughter.

“Shit.” You finally forced yourself to raise your head, looking over at the boy who’d uttered the syllable and that you were once convinced you were in love with. He was still looking at the clip in his hands, but quickly felt your eyes on him and looked up. He was smirking softly.

Rage ran through you from head to toe in half a second. Who the fuck did he think he was?

“Well, lovers, the closet awaits! No one denies the destiny of the hat!” The more times this blonde opened his mouth, the more you wanted to punch him in the throat.

“The destiny of the hat,” Kyle repeated, clearly amused by the unevolved thought processes of the people around him. Pretentious asshole. He straightened his shoulders and strode over to the closet, seemingly unaffected. You watched in shock and anger, unable to understand how he could possibly think you were going to go through with this. He simply stood inside the doors, looking at you expectantly along with everyone else in the room.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” you muttered, stomping after him. The crowd erupted into cheers and hollers of crude things you’d hate to imagine your mother hearing. Wearing that damned smirk, he pulled the closet doors closed behind you and sealed you both in darkness.

“Seven minutes starting now. Remember kids: make love not war!”

You scoffed, your arms over your chest. “Okay. What the actual fuck are you

trying to prove?”

Kyle shook his head, looking at you in earnest. “What is it, Y/N? Don’t believe in the destiny of the hat?”

“You are a child,” you spat, fury bubbling in your veins. The blissful feeling of the alcohol in your system was long gone, replaced with anxiety and frustration. “Why are you doing this? This isn’t you.”

Now he scoffed. “You never knew who I was, Y/N. You just saw what you wanted to see and were disappointed. Join my little anti-fan club!” He threw his hands in the air, laughing bitterly.

“You’re so full of shit! You’re so busy hating the world and everything in it that you refuse to let people into your life.”

“Yeah, life really dealt me such a stellar hand, don’t you think?”

You fell quiet, so frustrated you couldn’t find words. Tears burned in your eyes and your fists clenched at your sides. You stepped forward, pressing a finger into his chest. “You had me, you asshole. But you pushed me out when you felt yourself start to need someone.”

He exhaled sharply, making you realize how close you had gotten. “Yeah, you’re right,” he replied, his voice suddenly lower and quieter, but still sharper than a double-edged blade. “It’s my fault I needed space to grieve my dying father- my apologies.” His breath hit your face as he over-punctuated every consonant, his hand finding itself holding your chin.

Your eyes went wide as he laid his hands on you, your breath caught in your throat. He noticed instantly, his predatory eyes glancing down at your mouth for a flicker of a moment. You both knew it was all over.

He pushed you roughly back to the other side of the tight closet, his mouth on yours with ravenous intensity. You gasped, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pushing him away. Your wild eyes met his, searching for something to make this make sense. Unable to find it, you tugged him back down to your lips. He growled lowly, his hands sliding under your shirt and firmly holding onto your sides while your hands tangled into his mop of dark curls; old habits die hard. His insatiable lips traveled down your neck to the spot he knew made your knees weak.

“Fuck, Kyle,’ you squeaked, hating how easily you’d given into him. But he had kissed you first. Perhaps the shoe was finally on the other foot. You were pulled from the moment by the sounds of cheering coming from outside the thin closet doors. You’d nearly forgotten you were being listened to by a room full of horny teenagers.

“Plebeians,” Kyle muttered hotly against your skin, unhindered by their antics. His hands slipped in opposite directions, one approaching the waistband of your jeans and the other reaching for the underside of your breast. Your hand quickly grasped his wrist, halting his movements.

His eyes flashed, meeting yours. Despite the darkness, you could see the lust in them. “What is it, princess? Forget what it’s like to be touched by a creature with an IQ higher than 6?”

You locked your jaw, glaring at him while you fought to catch your breath.

“There’s my stubborn girl,” he breathed hotly against your ear as you slowly released your grip on his wrist.

“I’m not your girl,’ you gasped, feeling his cold hand slip into your panties.

“Maybe not. But no one gets you wet like this.” He groaned softly, feeling your slick coat his fingers as he drug his fingertips through your folds. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Mm, and I’m sure you aren’t turned on at all, right?” you jabbed breathlessly, you hand slipping up his shirt to rest against his hot skin.

He visibly shuddered, leaning forward to catch your earlobe between his teeth. “Tease.” His long fingers made slow, tortuous circles on your clit, making you let out a soft cry into the dark closet. “Why don't you find out for yourself?”

His filth made you tremble, fisting his hair and tugging just hard enough to get him to let out a grunt of pleasure. His fingers quickened their pace, the forearm of his opposite side pressed against the wall next to your head as he pressed your bodies together. You reached down to feel his lust pressing adamantly against his fly and could confirm that he wasn’t lying. “Goddamnit.. I’m close,” you confessed, feeling your body betray you. You so desperately didn’t want to give him what he wanted, but his fingers were too persistent and he knew your tells far too well.

A harsh knock on the door struck like a cold splash of water. Kyle quickly pulled his hand from your pants,his damp fingers splayed against your bare stomach. “Alright, kids. Couples counseling is up in 30 seconds. Put on your clothes and get decent… or don’t.” Fucking idiot.

Kyle stepped back, seeming to suddenly come back to himself. Still breathless, you straightened and grabbed hold of his angled jaw. “You are going to finish what you started, or, so help me-“

He grabbed your hand and pressed it against the still-very-present bulge in his jeans. The muscles of his jaw contracted beneath your fingers. “Trust me, pretty girl. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

The door flew open and you quickly pulled your hand from his. Applause greeted you along with momentary blindness from the brightness of the room. Kyle’s hand was around your wrist and pulling you out of the room before you could even fully regain your bearings.

(To be continued?)

[keiths3dart]

Max in the Black Lodge: A Life is Strange / Twin Peaks Crossover.

Part 2

Chloe headed through a gap in the trees, panning her flashlight to either side rather than in front of her. It was this that led to her literally walking straight into the man she had completely failed to notice. Chloe's heart froze and her blood ran like ice. Who the fuck could she have run into in the middle of the woods at night other than Max?

Regaining some measure of composure, she pushed herself away from the man, and brought her flashlight to bear on him. The sharp weathered features of a well built, grey haired native american in a Sheriff's department uniform were illuminated.

The man winced as the beam from Chloe's flashlight dazzled him. He put his hand on Chloes and gently but inexorably lowered the light beam from his face. His companion approached, a younger man but still with hair peppered with gray. He too wore the uniform of the Twin Peaks Sheriff's department. It was he who spoke first;

"Hey Hawk, have we found them?".

"I think so Bobby, according to the descriptions i got from Margaret i think this is Chloe"

"What about the other one? Max?".

"We got seperated, have you seen her?" Chloe blurted out, her head swimming. What were the cops doing out here? Why were they looking for them in particular? and how had they managed to find each other in an enormous forest which stretched all the way into Canada?

The older man, deputy Hawk looked concerned. "when did you become separated?" he asked.

Chloe had to think, she and Max had stuck together for most of the hike up into the hills but as the darkness set in, they'd taken slightly different paths around obstacles and before they had known it, they were no longer in sight of each other. It had almost been like the forest itself had gently and insidiously prised them apart and set them on divergent paths.

"I don't know" she stammered, and it was true, when it came down to it she had no idea how long she and Max had been wandering the woods separately.

Hawk looked at her kindly, an experienced woodsman as well as having a lifelong experience of Twin Peaks and its surroundings gave him an understanding of how strange things could get out here in the woods, especially for the unprepared or unwary. He was just glad that he and Bobby had found the first of the two girls without any harm coming to them.

"Bobby, get onto base and let them know we've located Chloe and she's ok. We're gonna continue on to find Max. And Bobby, make sure Lucy gives Margaret a call".

"Right away Hawk" Deputy Bobby Briggs answered and thumbed the transmit key on his radio.

"We took a call from Margaret, the woman you met in the Diner earlier".

"The one with the Log?".

"Lucy, it's Bobby, are you receiving? over".

"Yes, she told us she'd relayed a message to you and that you'd run off into the woods".

"We've located one of the girls, Chloe".

"Later, her log felt that there was something seriously amiss so she called us at the Sheriff's department".

"Yes, that's the one".

"So me and Bobby came to find you, there are hidden darknesses to this place".

"Yeah, this forest has been giving me the creeps for hours".

"No Lucy, i don't think she's a natural blue".

Bobby had raised his eyes to the heavens in exasperation.

"Im worried about Max, what have we got ourselves into?".

"Lucy, just put it on the damn form as 'Dyed', Tell Harry we're proceeding onwards, and get poor Margaret on the horn and let her know what's going on".

"A lot of things happened here a few years ago Chloe, We need to press on but i'll explain as we go."

Deputy Hawk motioned for Chloe to follow him and he began to tell Chloe about the strange history of Twin Peaks. Bobby followed silently to the rear. He had been a high school senior through the entire episode and it had been a tumultuous and traumatic time for him which he didn't feel like contributing to. He was lost in his own thoughts, heading he knew for the very place his own father Air Force Major Garland Briggs had disappeared from never to be seen again.

So Chloe learned that night about this strange town, about Laura Palmer's murder by her father Leland, Leland's own death, the investigations by FBI Agent Dale Cooper, Dale Cooper's own disappearance, reappearance, disappearance again. About Wyndam Earle, about The Black Lodge and "Bob".

Christ and she'd thought Arcadia Bay was fucked up. Why had Rachel and Frank come to this place? (Apart from Norma Jennings' heavenly Cherry Pie) and why had Rachel disappeared again? On top of it all, where was Max? Please God let her be safe, Chloe couldn't even bear to picture being alone again.

The room was neither cold nor warm, and the sounds of soft Jazz permeated the air, the hypnotic shuffle beat having an almost soporific effect on Max. She looked around to take in her surroundings. A second ago she'd been in the woods at night freezing her nipples off in the autumnal chill of North Washington State and now she was.... Well now she was sure she was tripping, she was in a room. The tiled floor was an eye bending zigzag pattern of black and white and the entire space was ringed with heavy crimson drapes. There were few furnishings. 4 easy chairs, a statue and a small table with a bowl in it.

If it had just been the surroundings and the circumstances, then Max might have been able to not freak out. But it was the fact that the room was not empty that made her wonder why she felt so fucking calm. Why everything seemed to happen slowly and calmly and in silence. An almost cloying serenity when her very soul should be clawing at the back of her head before making a bolt for the nearest exit.

Sitting in the chair in front of her, in a dapper red velvet suit was the oddest little man Max had ever seen, his head swaying in time to the music. To his right sat Rachel Amber, silent and unreacting to Max's presence. She simply sat, a benignly neutral expression on her face, looking over at the occupant of the chair opposite to her, on the dwarf's left.

Mark Jefferson.

Similarly oblivious to Max's arrival, he sat looking over at Rachel and Max's stomach churned with hatred for that despicable man, what he'd done to her in the dark room, what he'd done to Kate and those other poor girls he'd groomed then drugged. And how he'd manipulated Nathan into trying the same thing with Rachel with (Prior to Max's temporal intervention) fatal consequences for them both. How he'd killed Chloe, and Nathan, and Victoria and driven Kate to take her own life. But still Max felt like a puppet in somebody else's show. she still stood there just taking this bizarre scene in. The little man began rubbing his hands.

And laughed, the sound strangely distorted, almost reversed in sound, like the backing to one of The Beatles' more psychedelic studio explorations.

"S'TEL KCOR" The little man clapped his hands once.

"I EVAH DOOG SWEN! TAHT MUG UOY EKIL SI GNIOG OT EMOC KCAB NI ELYTS". He motioned his head towards Rachel.

"S'EHS YM NISUOC, TUB T'NSEOD EHS KOOL TSOMLA YLTCAXE EKIL LEHCAR REBMA?".

Max spoke for the first time since her arrival.

"But it is Rachel Amber. Are you Rachel Amber?"

"I LEEF EKIL I WONK REH, TUB SEMITEMOS YM SMRA DNEB KCAB". Rachel appeared pained as she said this.

"S'EHS DELLIF HTIW STERCES, EREHW ER'EW MORF EHT SDRIB GNIS A YTTERP GNOS, DNA S'EREHT SYAWLA CISUM NI EHT RIA".

The little man sprang from his chair as the music in the room began to not so much get louder but simply permeate Max's consciousness more and began to dance. Backwards. Max became lost and hypnotised by the scene, losing all track of time or reality.

Chloe's chest felt like it was on fire, the two policemen were setting a brisk pace through the woods, Hawk darting his eyes this way and that before deciding on a course. Like a hunter on the scent. Bobby had taken up station towards the rear.

"Christ, i'm hella unfit, i really should quit smoking".

"Just a little further Chloe, i think we are close. can you feel it in the air? like static electricity".

"Hawk" Bobby called out sharply, "is that a light off to the left?".

"Max!" Chloe called out as Hawk veered off to the left to investigate the light. No answer. Not even the hooting of the owls. Their damned racket had been driving Chloe nuts but now she missed their reassuringly natural presence. The watchful, expectant silence of the woods worked on her anxiety like a violent catalyst causing it to well up inside her like a tsunami choking, smothering, cloying and overwhelming. She staggered, her head reeling with every conceivable fear her subconscious could throw in front of her eyes. The strong arms of Officer Briggs caught her before she could topple over completely and Chloe allowed herself to be gently guided forward into the little sycamore ringed clearing Hawk had led them to.

The little clearing with the smouldering campfire. Max's discarded flashlight, still on. Max's bag.

But no Max.

[ajokeformur-ray]

You give me purpose // Joker x Reader // clown lovings

Summary: Nothing is as serious to you as the love which you share with Joker. You do your best to show him each and every day but sometimes, the seriousness of your feelings becomes critical and he’s left stunned. Today is one of those times.

This lil’ daydream has kept me sane the last few days and I wanna share it. This is hella self-indulgent and very definitely self-insert but do I care? Nope. To set the scene, I listened to this - he’s my bias but the other 6 are wreckers skskskk <3333 I love BTS so so much.

Warning for swearing.

Word count: 1, 030.

You came out of the small kitchen clutching a steaming mug of coffee, raising it to your lips even as you walked through into the living room, your steps slow and stable as you made your way back over to the worn sofa, upon which was sat Joker, his legs crossed over at the ankles, his knees bouncing even with how relaxed his posture was.

You stopped dead at the opposite arm of the sofa, your eyes solidly fixed on Joker, who was doing his best to pretend that he was avidly watching the news, which was talking about the most recent riots which had broken out across the grimy, filthy streets of Gotham. 

There was something about Joker at this moment which positively squeezed your heart, so fiercely and so suddenly did those warm tendrils wrap around your soul that you almost dropped your coffee, and with fumbling, quick movements did you set it down on the coffee table; some spilled over the rim of the mug but you paid it no mind. Joker gave up his transparent pretence, then, and gracefully unfurling himself did he come to stand before you, hands tugging nervously at the sides of his red blazer as his green eyes like pins kept you in place even as a smirk started to grow inwards from the very corners of his real thin lips, which now perfectly matched the crimson red one painted upon his angelic face.

“Y/N, what is it?”

You continued to stare at Joker and you knew not what was on your face but as your vision blurred at the edges did Joker’s smirk fade almost as quickly as it had come, his eyes sharpening as he stepped forward to take the both of your hands in his, his fingers interlocking with yours as he flexed his fingers around yours in silent comfort.

“Y/N, what?” Urgency crept into Joker’s tone as he took another step towards you so that you were almost chest to chest now, his eyes pleading to understand. 

There was nothing you could say. You were feeling and thinking far too much, and with no thought at all did you take your hands out of Joker’s, your movements too fast for either of you to fully register them as you took his face in your hands and tipped his head down slightly so that you could rain erratic heartfelt kisses all over his face, your lips desperate, the moment crucial. Every kiss was punctuated with a verbal declaration as over and over and over again did you leave traces of your love all over Joker’s face, so acute was your need for him to know, to know, that you loved him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you - “ 

Joker’s soft noises of love and of disbelief broke up your kisses, your confessions, and they only fuelled your desire to love him so completely and so thoroughly that he was no longer able to deny your feelings, no, your love for him. This was more than love, you knew, and the things you felt for Joker had always been bigger than you. Ever since the moment you had met did it feel as though you had known and loved him just like this forever. You hadn’t met, no, but instead had your souls simply become re-introduced.

Joker’s slender hands wrapped cleanly around your wrists, his fingers over your pulse as he used your body to ground himself, so caught up in the moment and in what you were doing to him that he wasn’t entirely sure that he was awake, and that what was happening was true and real.

“Joker, Joker, Joker, I love you. My Joker. My Joker.” The last sentence was whispered against his painted skin, greasepaint all you could smell, the white of which was spreading thinly over the palms of your warm hands, the blue and red smeared and smudged into the perfectly imperfect jagged lines of the white which acted as the base for his makeup.

“Mm-hm,” Joker nodded his head, giggling, his words breathless, so shocked by and so in awe of this moment was he as you gave him everything that he deserved and more in a single pocket of time which was only ever to be experienced, known and remembered by the two of you. Private moments like this, carved out of your hectic lives, made everything else more than worth it.  “I’m yours, doll. And you’re mine.” He clutched at you like a lifeline, his breaths irregular and his heart jumping so hard that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest, his own overwhelming love threatening to drown him as he gave up, gave in, to everything that you were stirring within him, to the purpose of your existence, which was loving him just like this, today and every day, for as long as you both would live.

Yours, you thought over and over as you seized his lips with your own in a fiery kiss which quickly made you both dizzy, intoxicated with love which was so potent in the air that it was like a drug to the both of you, your fingers sliding into his dyed green strands as you pulled him impossibly closer to you. Yours, yours, yours.

Your coffee cooled and lay abandoned for the rest of the night, and when you poured it down the sink in the morning with a disgusted wrinkle of your nose at the white skin which had formed across the surface of the precious liquid did you realise all at once that Joker was the only person you would ever waste a single drop of coffee for. There were things that you wouldn’t do to or for anyone in your life, but for Joker... for Joker, you would do them in a heartbeat. He was the exception to your every rule, it seemed.

He really was, for better or for worse, your entire life, and nothing would ever be stronger than all that he was to you: your love, your life, your purpose.

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[poguesofthebau]

heyyy! i wanna request a ship if you would do it! i’m 5’2/5’3 a leo and v quick tempered and impulsive. i do crazy, reckless shit 24/7 and i have a plethora of mental shit going on (atypical anorexia, anxiety, depression, adhd, insomnia ahaha) i would do anything for my friends and always put others before myself! im also hella into trying drugs and drinking bc they let me distract myself from my life. i have a bad home life as well ehehe... sorry for over sharing!!! love you!!

oversharing SCHMOVERSHARING we love the honesty and i hope everything works out well for you soon baby love u the most <3 also u didn’t put in ur description that you’re bi BUT i peeped it in ur bio so i hope this is okay :) 

i ship you with kie!! (honorary mention: jj was your literal twin flame. he was like your platonic, best friend soulmate. you were essentially the same person, and the relationship between you would be unbreakable. all the pogues were family, but jj would be like a literal brother to you, and the fun kind of siblings who are homies and do everything together and hang out and are best friends, ya know? for a bit, people expected you to end up with him, but you and jj were far too similar to be together romantically, a fact you both knew right off the bat.)

kie was constantly trying to save you, and it often pissed you off. in all honesty, i think the first few months of your relationship with kie would be pretty rocky. she’d just want the best for you, offering all the resources she had to try to get you the help you needed, but you could never accept things like that from her. that’s not what you needed her for. all you wanted from kie was for her to do what she’d been doing the entire time you’d known her before dating: caring about you, putting in effort, and listening. however, kie’s mind told her that she should help simply because she knew she could, and combined with how much she wanted you to have everything you deserved, she couldn’t get over the idea. so, when situations like that would happen, it would be like an explosion every time. it would be a sucky time for all of the pogues, with even the clueless boys knowing there was trouble in paradise and realizing it could be the end of the pogues as they knew them. before things could actually fizzle out between you and kiara, though, you were both able to come to your senses on what the miscommunication was all about. after one particularly bad fight, finally looking at it from each other’s point of view made you both realize your mistakes, and once you’d bounced back from that, there was no stopping the two of you.

despite your settling into your relationship with kie, there would still be plenty of times that you pissed each other off. in little ways, like when she replaced the toilet paper roll backwards at the Chateau, or when you forgot a reusable straw and took a plastic one instead. at that point in your relationship, the only time you guys got into actual fights instead of momentary squabbles before kissing the annoyance away, was when you got into a fight. kie would get furious with you one night at the Boneyard when you ended up jumping on rafe’s back as his fist slammed into jj’s cheek again and again, resulting in topper putting his hands on you and directly dragging you into the chaos that had ensued. when she tried to interfere in fights like these, her goal would be to halt the fighting. but you, all you wanted was to get in on the action-- to help jj, not stop him. that little difference really got on kie’s nerves. “do you have a fucking death wish or something? why would you try to do that right now?” she’d scream at you after topper tossed you in front of her feet. after staring down at your hands to inspect your fingers, which had basically bent backwards when topper threw you, a pained expression on your face, you’d glare up at her, noticing the fight dying down behind you. “i stopped them, didn’t i?” she’d roll her eyes angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. you stood, jj coming up and wrapping his arm around you as you dusted yourself off and wiped the sand from your hands. “sick interference there, lyss.” “fuck you, jj,” kie would cut him off, grabbing your hand and ignoring your wince when her fingers lacing into yours sent an ache down your arm, she dragged you across the beach. 

as you walked, you could see the tension leaving kiara’s body, and the grip on your hand gradually loosened until you were even stroking your thumb against the backs of her hands. finally she stopped, apparently having decided you were far enough from the party to talk. she sighed when she looked at you, shaking her head. “you mad?” you’d ask coolly, not letting her let go of your hand as you brushed back a curl with your free one. “i just don’t understand you,” she’d murmur, eyes fluttering shut. “why you do this shit to yourself.” “i’m not doing anything to me, i’m doing something for my friends. my family, kie.” you’d tug gently on her hand, fighting the urge to wince again at the pain in your fingers. she’d open her eyes and stare into yours, searching for something. you tried to show her what you needed her to see, and she finally blinked with another sigh. “please stop getting into these fights, okay? let us handle it. help by not letting yourself get hurt again. i can’t keep seeing you get tossed around like that. i’ll fucking kill topper if he touches you again.” you’d chuckle, nodding and leaning in to press your lips onto hers. she hummed into the kiss, hands in your hair as yours slipped under her shirt and onto her waist. you’d pull her in closer, wrapping your arms around her back as you began to smile. “what?” you’d giggle, pecking her lips. “you just threatened to kill topper over me. i just love you.” she’d move her lips to your neck, kissing softly a few times and giggling at the moan you let out before she replied. “i love you more.”

[tellywoodtrash]

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disclaimer: i quite dislike mahaepisodes. they're too long and stuffed with the drama of like 4 normal episodes, and thus are absolutely exhausting for me to watch at a go. i like my desi show episodes 22 minutes tops, thanks. so i'm kinda grumpy even before starting this.  

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sona it's nice of you to pay for the day for gita and all, but i still don't get how you just sent a person working on the show to some random house to go do decor there....

oh boy. mhatre murdered his sweet wife. god, i had hoped he'd never darken our doorway again.

so nethra just came in here with this terrible news for some "i told you so"-ing? kinda disturbing.

you know when someone's like "best part hai ki tumhara koi lena dena nahi hai........" that it's going to have hella lotsa lena dena with the person here.

lol nethra is a little too optimistic about the law and order in our country, no?

these police officers are not as imposing as they think they are.

i just realised that this is a fake book. coz first off, 10th standard has just one combined textbook for all the three sciences. secondly, majaaal hai jo ncert textbooks are this glossy and attractive and spur students to have even the sliiiiiiiiiightest urge to study from them. #cbseSurvivor #dontAsk #stillNotOverTheTrauma

dr. surgeon approves of efforts put in. dude, don't you know highlighting is the easiest way to waste time and make it look like you're studying when you’re not??? god he must have been one of those sach mein padhaai karne waala types.

DOST/DOCTOR/FAKE BOYFRIEND CAN IDENTIFY BAD MOOD. ASKSJADLAKS HONESTLY ROHIT.

lmaooooooooooo yeah right, mr. death is just a flat line to me. ek patient coma mein chali gayi and you can't handle it, baaaat karte ho.

OK YOU'RE TAKING YOUR FAKE BOYFRIEND DUTIES A LITTLE TOO SRSLY, MATE. THIS IS SOME REAL BOYFRIEND SHIT.

yaaaaaaaaaas, she asked him about raima. and he has some nonsense gyaan that he doesn't really believe. sir, you are simply having a good couple of days coz you're suppressing your real issues with this drama. please go to a real therapist, work on your issues, and genuinely move the fuck on.

her jamaofying rob on him. tooooooooo cute. i love it.

sona musing about what state their relationship will be in when they finish this drama and if they'll still be as close has me so surprised. she has the most sorted head on her shoulders i have ever seen on a character in tellywood. i keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but she keeps pleasantly surprising me!!!!!!!!

idhar the sippy matriarchs are hellbent on acquiring sonakshi as bahu. whether she or rohit want it or not.

omfg. this one's screaming. we had a good few weeks without it and i'd forgotten how unpleasant it was.

this twit just wants the gossip on what sona di did ~this time~. god.

akash toh idhar bhi aa dhamka to snoop on decor. uncle, aapko aaj kal kaam pe nahi jaana kya?

at least he seems to like sona, which.... small mercies.

ughhhhhhhhhhh pariiiiiiii i hate you. you're such a troublemaker. also i know you're just using this as an excuse to call rohan. ugh ugh ugh UGH.

poor tanya. i feel such rage on her behalf, i swear to god.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THESE THREE ARE THE WORST. NOTHING GOOD COMES OF IT WHEN THEY COMBINE THEIR AWFULNESS.

lmaooooooooooooooooooooo rohan's lameass line didn't work on pari. i love it.

oh my god, i hate pari so much.

ok kuch zyaaaaaaada hi buildup.

still can't take this paplu-taplu cop duo seriously.

also this guy’s shoddy pagdi is annoying me. there was literally no need to make him a sikh if you ppl couldn’t do it right.

hahahahahahaha.

oh god ishqbaaaz trauma coming back. *clutches chest*

arre waah, nishi ko "tacky serial actress" ka decor pasand aa gaya?

lol ajit ko idhar kahin pe khada kar do. he's already in the floral theme.

i agree with rohit. it's all too fucking much.

wow nishi defending it to rohit!

i hope this level-headedness of hers comes up again in other situations re: sona too.

i mean, i don't love the look (i like her in simpler stuff like what she did for teejri, than so done up) but i am fully here for rohit's reaction!

haaye what a confidence boost!

snort.

vimmi ke liye toh tyohaar sonakshi ka bday hoga. (guess rohit will join in too from this year....)

lmao rohit pushing pesky little brother away, and him springing right back.

i honestly love ajit the most. cutest little bean ever.

"vimmiji, aapne agar ek baar aur PARVATIJI kaha, toh main aapko PARVATIJI ke yaahan kaam karne bhej doonga."

oh god, sona singing the shirali tune of everyone getting coordinated outfits and theme and all.

"real life mein log kapde repeat kar sakte hain!" and yet, we rarely see YOU in the same outfit more than once?

"jaisa hai tumhara hai." uh no thnx, apna defective maal iske matthe daalne ki koshish mat karo!

god i love these two together.

yeh kya bakwaas music hai????

ma'am, he's a doctor. who cuts into ppl. he needs to look..... not insane. can't have him looking like he's dressed by shirali.

ohhhhhhhhh boy.

he likes this music? really?

good. lord.

OH GOD I AM DYING OF MICHMICHIIIIIIII. OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES IDIOTSSSSSSS.

lmaoooooo, why is he covering his chest?!?!?!?!!

also, don’t think i didn’t see you sneak a look at the goods, sona. i mean, good for you, at least you know what you gotta work with.

nice legs, rohit.

arre sona, khareedne se pehle packaging kholke dekhna kitno ke naseeb mein hota hai? in your own words, “appreciate karne ke bajay kitkit kar rahe ho”????

"AUR KOI TOH NAHI HAI KAMRE MEIN?????" lmaooooooo

oh god.

hein? this ain't no coordinated colours? everyone wearing kuch bhi. there's no match between decor, outfits, each other.... god it's like i'm tripping on acid.

lol aa gaya na line pe.

but also, i'd make this face at pehla waala nazaara. but i realize sab meri tarah awwal number ke tharki nahi hai.

same, mom, same.

..... what is the point of akash's character, really???

fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

oh god. naach gaana. oh lordddddd. like a michmichi punch to my gut.

nononononononono, fwding.

cute.

look at this one basking, all smiley. YOU BEST NOT LET THIS GIRL GO, ROHIT, I SWEAR TO GOD.

OH THANK GOD IMAGINATION THA. PHEWWWWWWW.

i ship this sismance.

panditji se kyun pooch rahe ho? as if his opinion is the one you want rn.

6/10. snort. pehle toh 10/10 tha (esp. without the clothes) but this akad got you -4.

oh boy, who this loud punjabi woman?

lmao i fully relate with nishi.

yeah, nishi's phadda with her is justified.

abbe oh tum dono ke mooh mein dahi jam gayi hai kya? you gonna let her talk to nishi like that??? YK? PUT YO MOM ON A LEASH PLS.

yeah, nishi is 100% right. fuck this saas.

uh hi naren, you're the worst and seem to know nothing about women. this is why your son hates you.

oh boy, more naach gaana. whyyyyyyyyyy????????

lol sona underestimating sippy boys ka dance. sis you just saw one of them. maybe the others are good?

"bedroom mein toh mera dance dekh ke bohut mazza aaya tha....." ASKLDJFDSLKFJLDSKFJLDSKJFLKSDFJ

ROHIT MAY I REMIND YOU, YOU ARE PRETENDING!!!!!!!!! YOU REALLY NEED TO FUCKING STOP.

ohohohohoho challenge.

yk is like FUCK YEAH MY TIME HAS COME, MERE ANDAR KE KALAKAAAAAR KO MAUKA MIL RAHA HAI!!!!!!

abbbbbbe yaaaaaaaar, achche mood ka sayanaaaash karne yeh bhi aa gayi.

after that medical nonsense, i almost welcome the naach gaana.

also sona, there's exactly one doctor sippy boy here. you shoulda been more careful when issuing challenge. marketing types don't give a fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. builders and chefs toh are almost certainly on drugs.

yeah cute and all, but i'm fwding.

awwwwwwwwww yisssssssssssssssssssssss.

oh god, a perfect storm in a teacup situation brewing.

fuckkkkkkkkkk, look at them look at each other with those heart eyes.

ouff too much drama. this why i don't like mahaepisodes.

great. rohit getting called away to attend to raima. NOT GOOD NOT GOOD NOT GOOOOOOOD.

oh godddddddd, let her go, abhi ke abhi haar chadhaana hai aap logon ko???? rohit's not even here!!!

nishi's face. poor thing. this is not her evening.

yk's mom has her nazar on it. pls stay in your lane, aunty.

ok that's huge and tacky and what outfits will it even go with.

yeah i'd be quite hairaan-pareshaan too, if saddled with this monstrosity.

"CRITI HOME" lol what a dumb name.

there is more than just one person in the world in a coma, rohit.

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHITTTTTTTTTT.

nishi's evening is finally looking up. she needed this win, and frankly, i'm kinda glad she got it.

no no no no don't go to see the patient now, there's a critical case at home, go handle thaaaat.

oh god, yelling yelling, so much yelling.

ajit in the bg having oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt moment.

THANK GOD. THAAAAAAAANK GOD.

behen ab toh tu uth hi jaa.

pls god stop yelling. i can't take this shit.

this nishi's saas is also one hungry-for-drama types.

oh no. this is not good.

oh goddddddddddddddddd, suman pls.

lmao nishi.

bless tanya and pooja who look so upset.

and then there's this idiot, jiske thopde pe tharak ke alaava koi expression nahi aata.

oh daaaaaaaaaaaamn, suman rastogi, you are way more masterful than you look.

i'm back to feeling really bad for nishi again. poori family ke saamne bhaanda phod diya.

but also, do i see a little bit of respect in her eyes for suman and the way she played it?????

lol standard desi mom "tu ghar toh chal" warning.

oh god pair choone waala drama mat karo pls.

sigh. poor nishi.

itni jaldi waapas pohunch gaya? aaj nahi hai mumbai ki sadko pe traffic????

oh god shaadi tak baat pohunch gayi hai.

never been this glad to see the police appear.

ok cannot handle thisssssssssss level of drama with the music and closeups. it's grating on my nerves. i’ll need to sleep all of tomorrow to handle this exhaustion.

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kasme vaade toh bade kar rahe ho, but let's see how they hold up after raima wakes up.

oooooooooh i am very interested in this new dynamic!

oh thank god, rohit finally finds out about mhatre. i hope he'll tell nishi and she'll come over on to #teamSona

[darrowsrising]

Tactus "vs." Roque #astrearants

It's not a hate post or anything like that. I respect that people might have other opinions on the matter, but here's mine. You don't have to agree, but don't hate. It's also based mostly in Golden Son.

The reason why I'd rather forgive Tactus and wash the floor, walls and ceiling with Roque's pixiehead is simple, really.

At first in Golden Son, under his mother and brothers constant nagging about him being in the shadow of Reaper, a dying star in the eyes of everyone, but also because it was hard for him to believe Darrow actually wants to be his friend, Tactus becomes the first to socially ostracize Darrow. Eventually, he realises that Darrow really means it and that all of the blood brothers thingy was not Pixie shit. So he goes out of his way to buy back the violin Darrow gifted him and actually starts playing on it instead of getting high and/or fucking Pinks.

After more peer pressure from his family on top of all his insecurities and doubts, he betrays Darrow. How? He simply steals his trump card and gives it back to the Sovereign (Lysander). Although this makes things complicated and hella dangerous for Darrow&co. nobody dies or suffers physically from it, because they escape and hide. (We can't say Quinn is an exception, because no matter what Tactus did, Jackal would have still kill her.)

At the end, Tactus honestly regretted betraying his brother. His real brother, the only one who accepted him as the psycho that he was and saw the better man he could have become. Just like Mickey. Mickey was a slaver. And no, he wasn't nice to his slaves. But Darrow saw something in him and Mickey wanted to become that something. He wanted to be worthy of Darrow's friendship.

Getting back on track, Tactus wanted to be worthy of having Darrow's trust too. He found a place where he belonged, because he was accepted. There were no impossible standards to rise up to. No perfect son, no perfect heir, no perfect Gold, no leader.

And the fact that Lorn au Arcos, thr legendary Rage Knight, regretted that he killed Tactus says a lot.

On the other hand, Roque sold his friends to protect his ideals. His family never gave a fuck about him. His parents didn't raise him. His only real family were his friends and he didn't just betrayed them, he sold them. Roque went behind their backs and gave the Sovereign everything she needed to maintain her reign.

Cassius was fooled into thinking that Darrow massacrated his whole family (it was Octavia), the Jackal turned coats because he couldn't stand that his father would prefer and love a Red over him, but Roque's said motive was love. Love for the Golds he slain while helping Darrow and love for the people dear to him who died because of Darrow.

Now, that doesn't sound right. Darrow feels that Roque's reason was wrong. Why? Because Eo was killed and everything that kept him going for a long time was his love for her memory. And there were many points in his life where he wanted to kill Nero, the Tin Cans fron Lykos, Podginus and everyone else involved in her hanging. But he didn't do it. Because he understood that 1. That won't solve anything at all, and 2. Eo made a choice.

Just like Lea, Quinn and Tactus did. Like Julian did. And their choices led to death when it shouldn't have. The gallows in the mines are really fucked up. What Antonia and Vixus did was fucked up, what Aja did to Quinn was fucked up and the fact that the Passage exists is fucked up. But all of that is not Darrow's fault. Although he feels guilty for every person who died because he wanted a Relovution.

Darrow was tortured, tormented and broken beyond belief and put in a stone box under a table. Lorn was killed. Fitchner was decapitated and put in a box with grapes in his teeth. They murdered kids and old people. Antonia killed her own mother. Adrius killed his father (fuckboy kinda deserved it tho). Many people died because Roque wanted slavery to continue. It wasn't just about getting back at Darrow, it was about his love for his Color too. He has a superiority complex. He can't accept equality between people. No matter how abused beyond repair the Pinks become. No matter how crazy and stuffed with drugs the Violets become. No matter how many Reds starve to death. Gold shall rule upon the others with an Iron Fist.

Tactus wouldn't have given a fuck about Darrow being a Red. If he got the chance to gain glory in Reaper's war, that would have been it. All he wanted and needed.

Yes, Tactus is fucked up. But I prefer him over Roque. Because while Darrow forgave him, I cannot get over such things.

And yes, Tactus had a superiority complex too. Because it was expected from him. His whole family has a superiority complex. They think the Valii-Rath gens are hallmark card to do whatever you want, take whatever you want etc. But Tactus accepting to be led by Darrow (before Lorn killed him) was a turning point for him. He aknowledged that he isn't a capable leader, that he is not as good as Darrow, but yet he follows him, because of those things and more.

Thank you for reading! End of rant.

[sonofadeanwinchester]

The Best Friend

Summary:  Sebastian knocks on your door at three am with some personal issues. Because you're the best friend, you of course, help him out.

Words: 2211

Warnings: swearing (as usual) and a whole lot of Seb Sass

A/N:  I wrote this with as much SASS as possible going through my brain. So, hopefully the sarcasm comes across.

(gif isn’t mine)

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! My immediate reaction to hearing knocking on my door at 3 am was that someone was either a) dying or b) gonna be dying. "Jesus." I whisper as I stumble through my pitch black apartment. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Fuck off." This one was more of a hoarse yell. I fumble with the locks on my door and swing it open, squinting into bright lights and a tall, smiling figure. "What the fuck?"

The figure laughed. "Did I wake you?"

"No, Seb, I was just finishing writing my Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech. Jesus, yes, I was asleep. It's fucking three AM."

My best friend, Sebastian, stood there with a huge smirk on his face. "Oh good, so I can come in."

As he shoved past me I snorted, "sure, come on in. Not like I was going to go back to bed."

He plopped himself down on my couch and sighed. He didn't say anything about why he was here so damn early or-. His voice interrupted my inner monologue.

"So, you're probably wondering why I'm here?" He licked his lips, a nervous tick I've come to know oh so well.

I threw myself onto the space beside him, curling into his side. "It crossed my mind."

He huffed, "well, my dear friend. Sam broke up with me and kicked me out, so ..." His voice trailed off.

I shot up, my fully awake now from the sudden news. "I'm sorry, she what?"

He nodded again, rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. "Broke up with me. As in dumped, as in 'get the fuck out of my apartment'. I believe that's how she worded it."

My jaw went slack. Samantha and Sebastian had been together since freshman year of college. Always together, basically molded together at the hip. "Seb, that su-."

He blew out a breath. "Sucks? Yeah, tell me about it." He cleared his throat, clearly fighting emotions. "So, am I okay to crash here?"

I made a face. "Jesus, did you even have to ask, Sebastian? Of course."

He winked, shot up and bolted down my hallway. "I call dibs on the bedroom."

"Like hell you do!" I shouted half angry half kidding .. I think.

I walk into my bedroom, where my queen sized bed is being fully occupied by a mid-thirty year old puppy. "Sebastian, come ooooon."  He laid flat on his stomach, his face mushed into the pillows, shaking his head violently. I heard a noise, which I'm suspecting was a response of some sort. "What?"

He sat up only few inches so he could speak. "No."

"Fuck you, all that for a no?" I jumped onto my bed and climbed over his clothed body. "I'm sleeping here and you're more than welcome to stay but get under the covers. And stay dressed."

He laughed, crawling off the bed. "I don't sleep dressed."

"Ass naked? I can see why Sam broke up with you."

His face dropped, "(Y/N)..."

I chewed my cheek, "sorry. Too soon. Get in the bed and make me warm, please." Climbing off the bed, he clapped his hands together, bowing and swan diving onto the bed. He chuckled, crawling under the covers and snuggling close to me. "I'm glad you kept your underwear on."

He laughed, whispering into my ear. "Oh, honey, it's only early."

Waking up to someone in my bed was strange to say the least, but to find this someone stretched out completely, his legs swung over me and his body contorted into a impossible position, that was stranger. I tried switching positions, at least rolling over onto my side or to free my arm that was throbbing from being caught in the same position. Craning my neck to glance at the clock, the bright red numbers shining saying it was shortly after nine in the morning. "Saturday."

"Hmm?" Sebastian flipped over onto his stomach freeing me momentarily. His arms curled around my body, pulling me close into his very hot figure.

"Oh my god, you're hot."

He smirked, his eyes still closed. "Why thank you."

"Dammit, Seb. I mean, your skin, the temperature is fucking boiling." I pushed away from him but with no avail. "Seb! Let me go."

He shook his head, "you're warm." His voice whined like a three year old.

"Sebastian, I'm going to suffocate simply from being in your vicinity." I rolled away but his arms curled tighter. I sighed, realizing there was only one way to get free. He hated when I did this but he left me no choice. I reached my hand behind him, feeling around for his hip bone and tickled him.

"Ah!" He sprang out of bed, tripping over his clothes. "What the hell?"

I stood up, my shorts now on the floor and my tank top rolled up under my breasts. "You wouldn't let me go, Sebastian."

He gave me a smug look. "So your only solution was to tickle me? You know I hate that."

I nodded, once. "Yes, that's exactly why I did it. God, you're so clingy when you sleep."

He huffed, "speak for yourself. God, you're arms were all over me throughout the night."

I rolled my eyes, fixing my clothes but I caught his eyes following my every movement, making my stomach do a flip. What the hell? "Probably because I was trying to escape your death grip."

He mocked my eye rolling and running a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna shower." He walked a few steps when he turned. "Is my stuf-."

"Yes, you're stuff is still here from last time you got locked out. It's under the sink in a pink basket."

He winked at me and blew me a kiss. "That's why you're my best friend."

When his form disappeared I sighed. "That's me, the best friend."

Twenty minutes later, Seb entered the kitchen with a fresh pair of pants on and a sweatshirt hanging from his shoulders, his hair dripping wet. "Breakfast?"

I nodded to the table where I had laid out eggs, bacon, toast and a cup of coffee. "One sugar and three milk."

He sighed, "God, you're the best."

I nodded. "So, I have today off but I was planning on doing some errands. I didn't know if you had to work today or-."

He shook his head, "notta for me, my love."

I took a long sip of my coffee. "So, you wanna hang out here while I'm out?"

He shook his head again, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. "I got some stuff I should pick up so I can just tag along with you."

I chewed my lip. "Right, because shopping out in public with Sebastian Stan should be a walk in the park."

He shrugged, stuffing his mouth full of toast. "You'll be fine. I'll wear a cap."

Apparently he thought the cap was going to hide his identity from everyone in New York, well, he was fucking wrong. Every person we passed by either looked up at him, asked him for a photo or screamed/peed themselves. Once we escaped the madness called 'fangirls', I whispered to him. "Well, you were fucking wrong."

He rolled his eyes, sipping his second Starbucks of the day. "Whatever, the cap use to work. It's just because you're here."

"Oh, cause I'm some big time celeb." I mocked, tossing my (y/h/c) hair over my shoulder.

He shook his head, "no." He watched me from the corner of his eye. "You're just beautiful."

"Fuck off." I laughed, tossing my hair again.

He shrugged, "fine don't believe me."

"Okay, I won't." I cleared my throat. "So, I have to go to the drug store for some stuff. You wanna come with or no?"

He shrugged, "I'll tag with."

Buying tampons in front of him shouldn't be weird, right? "Okay, off we go."

"Why are there three hundred different kinds? I mean, they all do the same thing, you know?" Sebastian shook his head, eyeing the multiple brands on tampons on the shelf.

"Yeah, Seb, I do know." I scanned the aisle looking for my usual brand. "Dammit, none here."

"Can't you just get, I don't know, this brand?" He pointed out the cheap, cardboard ones.

"If I wanted to rip a hole in the side of my cervix, sure."

"That's a thing?" His ocean eyes grew wide.

I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. I've never used them myself but I've read horror stories."

"Serious?" He was already pulling out his phone, the google app up. "I can't find anything about that."

"No shit Sherlock, because it ain't real. But they are hella uncomfortable." I winked at him.

He rolled his eyes and slid his phone back into his pocket. "Oh and the actual tampon isn't right, of course, girl logic."

I selected another brand I had used before that didn't feel like it was tearing me in half. "Okay, these will have to do."

He smirked, "good, now onto my errand."

Two aisles down, we stopped in front of the condoms. "Condoms?"

He nodded, "yep."

"Seb, you and Sam just broke up. You sure you wanna be getting action before mending your heart?"

He shot me a glance, "these are for you."

I choked on my spit. "What?"

He nodded again. "These are for you. We are going out tonight to a club my buddy owns and we are getting you some action."

"No we fucking ain't." I scoffed.

His voice raised to my octave, mocking me. "Yes we fucking are."

Three stores later, a stop at a sushi bar and a brand new set of shoes later, we stumble into my apartment carrying arm loads of stuff. "Sebastian, I did not need to get this stuff. I literally went out for tampons."

He shrugged, dropping the bags on the table. "I wanted to pay you back for letting me crash here."

He scoffed, "you don't need to pay me back for anything. You're my best friend, that's what I'm here for."

He rolled his eyes, "just accept the damn gifts, would you?"

"Fine." I grabbed the clothing bags and dragged them to my bedroom, flinging them onto the bed before shutting the door behind me. "You hungry?"

He shook his head, "nah. I have to make a few calls and shoot off a couple of emails though."

I nodded, "consider the hint gotten. I'll be in my room."

He made a face as he dialed a number. "What?"

"You obviously want me out of the room so I'll crash in bedroom until you are finished."

He waved his hand through the air. "Stop acting like a sixteen year old hermit and stay in the room. I'll just be a few minutes."

I flicked on the TV and he shook his head. Okay, so no TV. I turned on the radio a little way. Again, he said no. No fucking radio either. I grabbed a magazine off the table and he gave me a thumbs up. He wants me to stay out here but be completely silent? It was like I was living back home again. "I'm gonna take a shower."

He nodded as someone picked up the other end. "Hey, Ralph!" His voice fainted as I neared the bathroom.

I fell asleep between having a shower and getting changed because the next thing I know, Sebastian is banging on my bedroom door and I'm laying in bed with just underwear and a tank top on. "What?"

He flung open the door, his eyes covered with his hand. "You dressed?"

I shrugged, "enough."

He peeked through the cracks, seeing my less than dressed body. "Not enough."

"Oh Sebastian, stop being a fucking child. I have clothing on."

He shook his head. "No. You have lacy red underwear on and practically a see-through shirt. Not clothing."

"Fine." I huff out as I slip on his jogging pants and a shirt. "Better?"

He shrugged, "I guess so but next time, use your own damn clothing."

"Next time, how about you use your own damn shower?"

"Touche. Now, what are you gonna wear tonight?"

I scanned my hand down my body. "This. Because I'm not going to some lame ass club."

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, you are and it's not lame."

God, he was stubborn. "No, I'm not."

He placed a hand on his hip, jotting it out. "Fuck, (Y/N), get the cute ass of yours into one of those damn dresses."

Cute ass? "What if I don't wanna?" I cocked a brow.

He chewed his lip, shaking his slow. "I'll have to dress you myself then." He threw the navy blue dress at me as he spoke. "Put the damn dress on."

After I dressed myself and done my hair, I walked into the kitchen to find his wearing a pair of black jeans, a black polka dot shirt with his new leather jacket on top. "You clean up well."

He drew his eyes away from his phone and did a double take at me. His eyes grew wide and he smiled. "Beautiful."

I rolled my eyes, twirling like a senior at her high school prom. "Thank you, Mr. Stan."

He pointed a finger up. "Now! To the party."

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'It's a war zone': why is a generation of rappers dying young? | Music | The Guardian

It could seem insensitive, yet Jacob Thureson's moms and dads, Erik and Judy, were actually certainly not also worried when they found out about his latest overdose. It had taken place a number of times currently as well as the 18-year-old rap artist had actually constantly created it out of hospital in one piece. Thureson, that executed under the label Hella Sketchy, was actually one of the surge of emo-influenced snare rappers that arised utilizing the popular music system SoundCloud. He had just recently transferred coming from the family home in Texas to Los Angeles after being authorized to Atlantic Records.

As Erik steered to work, he cycled by means of a mental list of possibilities: a lot more inpatient treatment? Thureson had actually been to rehab, two times. Ketamine therapy?

There would be no further program. Not long after Erik left behind for job, Judy obtained another telephone call. Things were actually really negative, as well as they ought to pertain to the medical facility right now. Fourteen times later, on 27 June 2019, Thureson died.

Numerous younger rap artists have passed away before couple of years. Mac computer Miller perished in 2018 aged 26 after taking in cocaine and also bogus oxycodone including the man-made opioid fentanyl. Lil Squeak died at 21 in 2017-- an accidental fentanyl and Xanax overdose. Extract WRLD passed away late in 2013 after a drug-induced seizure aboard a private plane. It is felt he accepted various Percocet supplements in an effort to conceal them as cops robbed the aircraft. On New Year's Time, an uncommon women fatality: Minnesota rapper Lexii Alijai, the target of however another unexpected fentanyl overdose.

Together with these fatalities by accident, there are the victims of intense unlawful act. Despite being implicated of dreadful misuse by an ex-partner, XXXTentacion delighted in enormous popularity just before being gotten rid of in 2018 aged 20 as he was actually robbed outside a Florida bike car dealership. Pittsburgh rap artist Jimmy Wopo-- proclaimed as the inheritor to local forefathers Wiz Khalifa and Macintosh Miller-- was gotten rid of in a drive-by capturing the exact same day. Pair of full weeks eventually, 21-year-old Canadian rap artist and also Drake tourmate Smoke Dawg was actually eliminated outside a Toronto club. In March 2019, Nipsey Hussle was shot lifeless outside his Los Angeles clothes establishment.

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yet I wan na die," on his 2017 monitor The Brightside. Looking at such lyrics, you might sensibly conclude that these rap artists intended to pass away. Yet while a few of them carried out encounter mental disease and also dependency, their fatality desire was as a lot of an aesthetic as the pink hair and also face tattoos. Why performed the nihilistic position end up being a self-fulfilling revelation, finishing the everyday lives of youthful folks barely out of their adolescents? And what may be performed to prevent it? One complication hinges on the technique these rappers 'jobs have actually constructed along with remarkable velocity. While earlier productions of entertainers may spend years gigging before being spotted, DO-IT-YOURSELF rap celebrities have circumvented the file business's gatekeepers to accumulate wealth and excellence-- typically while still in their adolescents-- leaving all of them battling to adjust to unexpected fame." Peep went coming from having no supervisor to being managed through a large business that takes care of prominent performers, as well as with that said happened more funds as well as even more stress," claims his friend and also collaborator Adam McIlwee, who executes as Wicca Phase Springs Eternal. The rap game isn't like every other industry. There are a considerable amount of weapons and also bullets flying around In a sector that is actually ruthlessly committed to uncovering the popular new point, pastoral treatment could be void. Tape tags often do not look after regarding these rappers." They understand that when they're carried out, the upcoming SoundCloud or Instagram rap artist is responsible for all of them," mentions Calvin Emoticon, a specialist in hip-hop as well as social compensation at Seeker University in New York City. On an also much more negative details, he concerns why Juice WRLD was actually carrying his medicines personally. "I have actually been actually around hip-hop performers, and also the rule of finger is that there is actually a close friend that carries the medications as well as takes the loss," Smiley claims." You ponder: where were his trainers? Where were actually people providing him direction?" The function of control is additionally happening under scrutiny. Peep's mother, Liza Womack, is filing a claim against Very first Gain access to Entertainment, who managed the rap artist. She asserts that they encouraged substance abuse on Lil Peep's ultimate scenic tour, would certainly obtain medicines for him, and also drove the rapper beyond excess of "what a person of his age and maturation level could possibly take care of psychologically, emotionally, as well as physically".( First Get Access To Home entertainment carried out not reply to an ask for comment, yet in a legal submitting possesses mentioned its own negotiations along with Peep were actually" simply of a company attribute as well as certainly not the kind of exclusive connection generating a private task of treatment".) McIlwee claims that Squeak had a fight along with his monitoring not long before he passed away. "I know there was a show he did certainly not wish to participate in for whatever main reason-- as well as [the drug-taking] was him simply presenting the globe he didn't truly care." McIlwee claims that labels and also control need to give performers time to recuperate." If your musician remains in trouble, you possess to come in and mention it is actually opportunity to take a go back or re-evaluate the release routine, the touring," he says. "So the artist may obtain healthy and balanced as well as possess a long profession. That does not take place much, because long careers are boring."

There are actually signs that lessons are being actually learned. Giuseppe Zappala of Galactic Records manages Lil Tecca, the 17-year-old SoundCloud wunderkind whose track Ransom money hit No 4 in the United States and also has actually collected greater than 650m plays on Spotify. He has actually found out to check out Tecca's state of minds thoroughly: if the young rapper seems overtired, Zappala is going to remove the timetables. He makes certain that Tecca contends minimum a time off between shows and also scenic tours final no more than five weeks. In some cases he carries chefs while driving to guarantee he is actually consuming well. Sleep is another priority, although there is actually a limit to what Zappala can possibly do, considered that Tecca is a teenager. "There will certainly be actually opportunities when Tec would like to go to the workshop until 8am," Zappala sighs. "I claim: 'That might certainly not make the best sense, considering that you have actually obtained a show tomorrow at 1pm.' It concerns trying to instil routine in him."

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4.804-2.693 4.804-6.298 C22 10.54 19.763 8 16.363 8" > Pinterest Youthful rap artists can deal with merely as much pressure from outside the sector:" The atmospheres where these children happen coming from-- it's not a fairy tale way of living, "claims Taylor Maglin, that found out Wopo and handled him until his fatality." It's a battle area, you recognize? Rivals receive created, adversaries acquire made." He strongly believes that Wopo was actually killed through disaffected members of a competing group, that were actually envious of his excellence. (Wopo was presumably a member of the Mountain District gang 11 Hunnit, as well as was actually name-checked in a police denunciation not long after his death.) XXXTentacion's attorney, David Bogenschutz, mentions the rap artist had" been worried that an individual would certainly kidnap or even eliminate him. He was generating cash as well as notoriety." The day XXXTentacion was actually fired, it is thought he was haunted coming from his financial institution to the motorbike dealer." The rap video game isn't such as any type of various other business," mentions manufacturer Jimmy Duval, that teamed up with XXX. "There are a bunch of guns as well as bullets soaring around." Smiley says that hip-hop's connections along with medicines has altered" definitely ". Earlier ages of rappers utilized medicines as a device to build up wide range, talking about marketing all of them as a means out of destitution, instead of using anesthetics on their own( club weed and alcohol). When excellence got here, drugs were actually utilized as a social signifier: video depicting dining tables sighing with containers of Hennessy and also cocaine-dusted exemplifies. That truth has actually switched to a much more ostentatious kind of glamorisation. You need to perform 24/7, since every little thing has to do with likes, shares as well as awaiting just how lots of fans you possess A transforming point came with the spin of the 2010s, when rapper Juicy J aided popularise healthy, then the medicine of selection in Houston's diced and also turned songs arena. An addicting and also risky concoction of soft drink, goodie and prescribed coughing mixture containing opium, recommendations to lean oozed right into rap: Lil Wayne celebrates it, Youthful Criminal freely drinks it during job interviews, as well as Juice WRLD mentioned he was motivated to try healthy after listening closely to Future. Roddy Ricch's favorite keep track of Package, presently the United States No 1, has an anthemic chorus with a product line regarding consuming slim to" receive idle". Rappers also began striking event drugs like MDMA as well as drug, and also the prescription medicines OxyContin, Xanax and also Percocet. Future commemorates" molly, Perocets" in his 2015 smash Cover-up Off. (" That is actually a horrible combo of medications," says Duval of Disguise Off:" The entire hook is you having a fucking cardiac arrest.") The rap artist Lil Pump presented along with a Xanax-shaped cake to celebrate connecting with 1 million fans on Instagram, an especially brain-dead feat given that fake prescription medicines having fentanyl have been blamed for the 10-fold increase in opioid-related deaths in the United States in between 2013 as well as 2018. A lifestyle of performative excess began to strangle the performance, checked out via the panopticon of social networks, which encourages risk-taking practices, points out : "You need to perform 24/7, since every little thing is about likes, allotments as well as adding up the amount of followers you possess." Thureson uploaded online videos of himself consuming bank on Instagram; when his parents faced him, he claimed it was actually purple Gatorade. "He told me it was actually simply the society," his mum, Judy, says. Peep positioned along with prescribed supplements on his tongue hrs just before he perished.

Braden L Morgan, known as developer Nedarb Nagrom, was Peep's flatmate for three years. He strongly believes Squeak over used medicines to reduce the tensions of touring, which he despised, which hangers-on supplying him medicines made traits worse. "He was definitely good and will okay every thing, thus he would certainly carry out whatever anybody gave him. And also as he received a lot more prominent, more folks intended to be his good friend, so they gave him the stuff much more" He calls Peep's death an awful mishap. "He received unlucky. I believe that if he hadn't passed away, he was mosting likely to loosen up."

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Twitter Pinterest After plenty of deaths, a ruthless comedown."After Peep passed away, a lot of individuals quit partying on a daily basis," claims Morgan. He has actually observed medicine make use of tail off one of the younger rappers he makes; Lil Pump and also Smokepurpp introduced they were stopping Xanax following Squeak's death. "The more youthful youngsters do not do things as a lot, since they find all the crap that occurred in the last few years." For those who carry out still enjoy, drug-testing kits are actually becoming popular. "No person was actually evaluating drugs just before Squeak passed away," says Morgan.

There are actually promising evidence that the rap culture is actually beginning to course-correct. "There's sufficient of a bad taste in everybody's oral cavity that stating, 'go come a molly' does not really feel now," says Duval. The retaliation has been actually rumbling for an even though: J Cole's 2018 diss path 1985 was actually cutting concerning SoundCloud rappers. "They wan na find you wipe, they wan na view you put a tablet/ They wan na view you tattooed coming from your skin to your heels."

As the analgesic cosmetic comes to be less fashionable, rappers are actually becoming more mindful of the notification they are actually delivering to followers. Musicians including Isaiah Rashad, Lucki, Travis Scott and also Danny Brown have actually communicated out regarding prescription medicine dependency. Sacramento rapper Mozzy has recommended his followers to quit lean. Lucki, taken into consideration through some to be actually the father of SoundCloud rap, talks in Freewave 3 concerning his mama finding the impact of bank on his kidneys. Also Lil Xan, conveniently very most high-handed performer within this team, has taken into consideration transforming his name.

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As Miller performed in his most significant hit, it is actually time to lastly start practising some self-care. But the worry ought to not be up to people: as tags as well as control exploit this surge, they have to take more significant duty for performer well-being. "You have to prioritise their health and wellness and also joy and happiness before popular music or even fame," says Zappala. "It is actually hard being a prosperous musician, not recognizing whether the individuals around you possess genuine intentions."

His objectives for Tecca are crystal clear. "I am actually heading to create Tec right into an artist that has a 10, 15-year job," claims Zappala. "When he's 30, he's still heading to be actually appropriate."

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( &&. general information )

full name: charlotte elizabeth fortier

pronunciation: shar-lot

nickname(s) or alias: charlie, char

preferred name: charlie

current age: twenty-one

astrological sign: sagittarius

element: fire

title: miss

label: the halcyon

gender: female

preferred pronouns: she & her

sexual preference: bisexual

romantic preference: biromantic

resides in: princeton, new jersey

current occupation: student

language(s) spoken: english

native language: english

current marital status: single

( &&. background )

reason behind name: charlotte was her maternal grandmother’s first name and elizabeth is her paternal grandmother’s middle name

birth order: she is the youngest of three siblings

ethnicity: caucasian

nationality: american

religion: agnostic

political views: liberal as fuck

financial status: upper middle class

iq: 127

hometown: georgetown, washington, d.c.

( &&. physical appearance )

looks like: phoebe tonkin

height: five feet and ten inches

weight: a hundred and forty pounds

shoe size: eight and a half

figure/build: lean, slightly muscular

hair colour, Dyed?: brunette and no

hair length: medium length

eye colour: hazel

shape of face: square

tattoos: ‘joy’ in scribe on her wrist. a dainty sternum tattoo of two sprigs of lavender

piercings: ears are triple pierced with her cartilage 

birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: n/a

dominant hand: left

if painted, what color are their nails/toenails?: it stays in the gray family, ventures into lavenders sometimes. 

usual style of clothing: hipster skater chic vibes that is most likely hella comfy as well  (lol does that even make sense)

frequently worn jewelry: two personalized rings on her middle finger with her first and middle name on it. a dainty gold necklace with her siblings’ initials on them

what is their speaking style (fast, monotone, loquacious)? insanely loquacious, although there are moments (aka that high life) she’s just insanely mellowed out and talks quite... slow.

describe their scent: she usually smells of citrus???

describe their posture: usually in a slight slouch

( &&. legal information )

birth name: charlotte elizabeth fortier

any speeding tickets?: one from driving in northern virginia (true story. me af. fuck u nova)

have they ever been arrested?: nope

do they have a criminal record?: no

have they committed any violent crimes?: no

property crimes?: no

traffic crimes?: no

( &&. medical information )

blood type: o positive 

date/time of birth: december fifth, 1995 / 2:49 am

place of birth: washington, d.c.

vaginal birth or cesauren section?: vaginal

sex: female

diet: somewhat healthy... not really. hella junk food on occasion

smoker? / Drinker? / Drug User?, Which?: no / yes, socially / yes, mostly marijuana but the occasional psychedelics (shrooms, lsd, etc). 

addictions: none

allergies: none

do they get occasional checkups?: yes

ever broken a bone?: no

hospital visits, what for?: torn acl when used to play soccer in high school

any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: none 

any medication regularly taken: none

( &&. personality )

direct quote from them: “wanna go hang on the rooftop?”

positive traits: independent, understanding, charismatic, adventurous 

negative traits: sarcastic, stubborn, hedonistic

likes: naps, fluffy sweaters, corgis, weed

dislikes: sour candies, breadsticks, roller coasters

fears/phobias: heights

hobbies: crocheting (hit up ya girl for hats and scarves in the winter)

guilty pleasure: watching reality tv aka the challenge

regrets: not telling a certain someone that she loved them

turn ons: being dominated, also the being dominant

turn offs: cockiness, little to no hygiene upkeep

lucky number: 13

pet peeves: when people who just ordered move to the front of the counter when there is a large crowd still waiting for their own food??

their motto: here for a good time not a long time

( &&. favourites )

food: pizza

drink: water

fast food restaurant: five guys

flavour: cherry

word: moist

colour: black

clothing: flannels

accessory: rings

candle scent: the winter candle from bath & body works

store: h&m

instrument: guitar

game: any of the pokemon games minus pokemon go

animal: kangaroo

holiday: christmas, duh

season: winter, also duh

book: milk and honey by rupi kaur 

artist: ella mai

band/group: the eagles

song: take it easy by the eagles

movie/film: 

tv show: the challenge (she’s a slut for reality tv tbh)

sport: baseball

sports team: philadelphia phillies 

school subject: maths

possession: her rings that were given to her by her parents

number: 11

emoji: shady eyes emoji

mythological creature: pegasus

person: @gtglayla​

( &&. skills )

talents: does balancing a spoon on your nose count??? or 

ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: loves driving. will drive if you don’t want to

can they ride a bike?: yes

do they play any sports?: used to play soccer until she tore her acl

anything they’re bad at?: singing and drawing??? 

do they have any combat training? Why?: no, bc no?

( &&. firsts )

childhood memory: being pushed into the pool by her older brother

crush: paisley anderson in the third grade

email address: fluffynutters253@yahoo.com

job: cashier at dairy queen

phone: sidekick

computer: imac

kiss: paisley anderson in the third grade ;)))))) 

love: natalie dent @tfnatalie​

sexual experience: prom in the eleventh grade

( &&. childhood )

best childhood memory?: when she watched her little sister beat up some kid for making fun of her twin. she was going to hold her back, but y’know didn’t want to elbowed in the face

worst childhood memory?: losing her first soccer game. damn, that day was just awful. 

what were they like as a child?: she was really curious, constantly bugging her parents with questions and just won’t stop until she was actually tired. 

any crushes growing up?: several. her first was paisley anderson from the third grade. 

did they know/like their parents?: she absolutely adores her parents

worst influence on them as a kid?: older cousins. they were the ones that taught her what weed was

did they have a lot of friends?: yeah, the girls on her soccer team were her closest friends

were they heavily punished?: not really? her parents were pretty lax about rules.

anything they wish they could cut out?: not really

were they more feminine or masculine?: she was slightly more masculine than feminine

were they an early or late bloomer for puberty?: late bloomer for sure

do they still know any of their childhood friends?: sadly, no

( && this or that )

expensive or inexpensive tastes?: expensive

hygienic or Unhygienic?: hygienic

open-minded or close-minded?: open-minded

introvert or extrovert?: extrovert

optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic

daredevil or cautious?: daredevil

logical or emotional?: emotional

generous or stingy?: generous

polite or rude?: polite

book smart or street smart?: street smart

dominant or submissive?: dominant

popular or loner?: loner

leader or follower?: leader

day or night person?: night

cat or dog person?: dog

closet door open or closed while sleeping?: closed

( &&. family relationships )

father: peter ynes fortier

describe their relationship: she has a great relationship with her father. honestly between her mother and him, she is closer to her dad. he was the one to feed charlie’s curiosity about the world around her. he was also the one to encourage her to do whatever she loved. 

mother: juniper marie scott-fortier

describe their relationship: she simply adores her mom. she was always there for every soccer game that she had. cheered her on through things that charlie didn’t even know that she needed to be cheered on for. she was always so loving and tender, understanding and kind. 

brother: austin wyatt fortier

describe their relationship: her older brother is somewhat of an asshole?? but he’s the kind of person that would risk anything for his family. quite the character actually. he’s off in new york doing his own thing and making sure that no one is messing with his younger sister. and she basically does the same for him... in a less agressive way. 

sisters: chloe anne and cassandra lee fortier 

describe their relationship: the beloved twins of the family. she would say that they’re pretty close. although, they’re still in high school and sometimes... charlie can’t really relate to them??? teenagers man. 

significant other: tba

( &&. other relationships )

best friend: layla evans

childhood friend: tba

enemy: tba

past romances: natalie dent, tba

pets: luna & shadow (her corgis)

roommate(s): tba

( &&. social media )

do they have a Facebook? Twitter? Instagram? Vine? Snapchat? Tinder/Grindr? Tumblr? YouTube?

if so; Name on Facebook: charlotte fortier

twitter handle: @char_fortier

instagram user: @char_fortier

vine user: RIP VINE

snapchat user: charliebitme

name on Tinder: charlotte fortier

tumblr URL: n/a

youTube channel: n/a

( &&. musical tastes )

Theme song: honey by kehlani

Can relate to: she don’t by ella mai

Makes them happy: sunday candy by chance the rapper

Makes them sad: we find love by daniel caesar (actually anything by daniel caesar gets her in her feelings???)

Makes them dance: wannabe by the spice girls

Loves the most: sam smith. literally. 

Describes them: fine by vada

Never gets tired of: ain’t it fun by paramore

Would like to be played at their wedding: best part by daniel caesar

Would like to play at their funeral: promises by jhene aiko

( &&. miscellaneous )

Do they have a fake I.D.?: yes

Are they a virgin?: no

Describe their signature: there are only two distinct letters in her signature, one being c for charlotte and the f for fortier

How long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?: probably not that long. i see her being killed in the first two days or so

Do they travel?: she loves to travel. last summer she went on a cross country road trip with her brothers

One place they would like to live: paris, france

One place they would like to visit: seoul, south korea

Celebrity crush: hayley kiyoko

What can you find in their pockets/wallet/purse: a hair tie / a two dollar bill / two packs of gum, her wallet, random makeup products, and lotion 

Place(s) your character can always be found: rooftop of the pi gamma house, in the library

When does your character like to wake up?: honestly??? noon. 

What’s your character’s morning routine?: wake up, scavenge for breakfast, go take a shower, throw on some clothes and pat on some makeup

What does your character eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner?: usually cereal or some eggos / skips lunch on most days??? but probs might ask someone to go to chipotle or something / dining hall anyone??? 

How does your character spend their free days?: smoking, napping, reading

What’s your character’s bedtime routine?: if she has the time to, she’ll take a bath and do a face mask. but if not, she just takes off her makeup and washes her face. 

What does your character wear to bed?: typically an oversized shirt and just underwear

If your character can’t fall asleep, what are they thinking about?: a shit ton of things. what does her schedule look like tomorrow? what work she has to do? any emails that she has to get back to? all types of shit. random shit too. what are millenials really doing with their time? how effective is the sushi making contraption tube thing?

What has been their greatest achievement?: graduating as one of the valedictorians in high school

What or who is the greatest love of their life?: natalie dent

Most marked characteristic: honesty

How would they like to die?: peacefully and in her sleep

Do they snore?: no

Do they chew their pens/pencils?: no

Can they curl their tongue?: no

Can they whistle?: yes

Do they believe in the supernatural?: no, ghosts aren’t real wth *cue shane impersonation*

Have they ever cheated on anyone?: never

Have they ever been cheated on?: no

Has anyone ever broken their heart?: yes

Have they ever broken anyone’s heart?: no not that she knows of

Are they squeamish?: no

Have they ever killed anyone? Why? How?: no

Have they ever seen anyone die? What happened?: no

Are they a lightweight?: definitely not. 

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GODS AU I MADE WITH PARKER

@theinevitablesense Washington - God of Paternity, Leadership and Time Entire Back Love

Washington is the leader of the Gods. ↳ Having been one of the first two born from nothing ↳ Together, with Martha, he created all life and the major gods ↳ He wanted a happy family, but got a petty, squabbling messes that just makes him sad and tired

Martha Washington - Goddess of Maternity, Children and Space Entire Front Hatred

Martha is a gentle, but firm, goddess. ↳ She was one of the first two born from nothing. ↳ With Washington, created all life and major gods. ↳ Also wanted a happy family, but is happy with her less-than-ideal clan. Looks for the bright side.

John Adams - God of Communication and Compromise Right Hand

No one likes John Adams ↳ The eldest and most powerful of the Washington’s creations ↳ Uses his powers to assert his superiority ↳ Gets pissy when people talk about him behind his back ↳ When pressured, can bring even the most divisive of enemies to reach an agreement

Adams V Hamilton Adams, when he was but a few moments old, invented spoken language and taught it to the Washingtons. When humans were created, Adams taught them the language too, so that way they might be able to communicate with each other. Adams prided himself on this achievement, lauding it above his godly peers. Eventually, Hamilton got fed up with it and claimed that anyone could do what Adams had done, if given the chance. Adams challenged Hamilton to prove his claim, certain the younger god couldn’t. Hamilton, trying to show Adams up, not only created a new language, but created a visual language, writing. Hamilton taught his new language to the humans, proving both languages equally useful. Which is how Hamilton stole Adams’ spotlight and got an extra domain to rule.

Alexander - God of Sun, Writing, and Life Right Arm Quill Hamilton is a salty, jaded bean. ↳ Major Gossip ↳ Messes with Burr at every opportunity ↳ Calls Seabury the God of “Being An Absolute Fuckwad” ↳ Secretly just wants love ↳ Touch-starved and longs for affection ↳ Fights everyone.

Burr - God of Moon, Patience and Death Left Arm Spear

Burr is tired out soul who wants peace. ↳ His job as the god of death exhausts and saddens him. ↳ Doesn’t dislike Hamilton, is just often annoyed by him ↳ Good friends with Jefferson ↳ became one of two gods that Jefferson would speak to after the death of Martha J.

Theodosia and Burr During the early days of humanity, Burr fell in love with a human woman named Theodosia. ↳ When she died, Burr turned her physical body into the stars and scattered them across the night sky, so he might see and be with her forever.

Jefferson - God of Agriculture and Nature Fingers

Jefferson is a pure little bean. Really sheltered and innocent. ↳ Doesn’t know slang (daddy) ↳ Plays with hair when nervous ↳ Hid from Hamilton at first ↳ Wears silky togas

Grows drugs without knowing what they are. (High most of the time)

Death of Martha Jefferson ⇒ Seasons When the world was young, Thomas fell in love with a human woman, who inevitably died. Heartbroken, Thomas shut himself away in his garden. Winter is when the anniversary of her death rolls around and he gets sad. The rest of the time, he manages to distract himself well enough.

Jefferson’s Garden is a Holy Place ↳ No one can die while in the garden. ↳ Laurens cannot enter the garden. ↳ When Martha J was dying, Thomas attempted to save her by bringing her to the garden. ↳ However, she didn’t want to live forever, and was willing to die like humans should. When Thomas turned his back, she walked out and dropped dead before he could stop her.

Legends of Jefferson After losing Martha, Jefferson locked himself away in his garden for millennia, refusing entrance to humans and gods alike. Only his two closest friends, Burr and Madison ever saw him, and soon many humans and some gods began to doubt he even existed. Some claimed the grief of losing Martha caused Jefferson to fade from reality, leaving behind the garden as the only sign he was ever there. Others simply thought Jefferson had abandoned them, and therefore turned their backs on him. It was only once Hamilton happened upon him that people began to realize the God of Nature was not gone or had abandoned them. He was simply very high and very sad the entire time.

Madison - God of Healers, Health and Disease Neck

Madison is a quiet, cold god. ↳ Good friends with Jefferson ↳ Constantly sick ↳ Volunteered to bear the diseases of humanity so that some humans might survive ↳ Secretly loves humanity, though often keeps his distance ↳ Tries to get intoxicated but is unable to get drunk

Madison and Jefferson After Madison took on the illnesses for humans, Jefferson offered to help him find treatments to either cure various diseases or at least alleviate symptoms and pain. The two work together, Jefferson creating plants with different properties and James giving him advice based on what worked and what didn’t. They accidentally created weed together. Even when Jefferson sealed himself away, he let Madison in to continue their work.

Franklin - God of Hearth, Creation Stomach

Franklin is everyone’s grandfather and crazy uncle rolled into one ↳ Born from literal fire ↳ Taught early humans how to harness fire and make tools ↳ Constantly goes down the human world to try out new inventions ↳ It doesn’t always go well ↳ Tries again anyway.

Angelica - Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge Eyes (General Area)

Angelica is smarter than you ↳ Loves her sister goddesses, especially Eliza and Peggy ↳ Hella feminist ↳ Visits Human universities and schools often Swore a vow of celibacy

Angelica v. Humans ↳Angelica is frustrated and annoyed by humans ↳They come to her for advice, and she’s just as likely to point you to another god or lie to you than actually help you out ↳ Eliza tries to get her to be more compassionate, but all Angelica wants to do is learn, read and not be bothered by dumb humans

Jay - God of Judgement and Justice Wrists

John Jay is done with everyone’s shit. ↳ Jay likes going to human courtrooms and watching the proceedings ↳ Very sick

Lee - God of Honor, Deception Left Shoulder Blade

Lee tries his best but always comes up short. ↳ Based on the duality of honor and deception ↳ Lee is either the most virtuous god out there or one of the worst, depending on the day ↳ He oversees human affairs of honor, watching duels and deciding the victor ↳ Liars, manipulators and other conniving individuals also look to him for guidance ↳ Followers of Lee are often very self-centered individuals

Lee v Laurens

Eliza - Goddess of Emotion, Forgiveness and Passion Chest

Eliza just wants everyone to get along, please. ↳ Finds herself cleaning up after the other gods’ mistakes ↳ Healing divides driven between people as a result of godly action ↳ She tries to foster positive relationships between others ↳ Though the friendliest of the gods, often walking among humans openly, when she is crossed bad things happen to those who hurt her. ↳ Her sorrow and anger are just as powerful as her joy and love.

Eliza and Hamilton At one point devoted to each other, Hamilton cheated on Eliza with Mariah, because he’s a hoe and generally slept with everyone at one point. When Hamilton fesses up, Eliza turns from him, leaving him a lonely bitter bean. No one feels bad for him.

James Monroe - God of Information and Prophesy Forehead to Ears

James Monroe is often overlooked, but content to chill. ↳ Hangs out with Angelica a lot ↳ Never answers questions plainly, everything’s in goddamn riddles with this guy ↳ Only tells people as much as he wants to ↳ Chill dude ↳ Either liked or disliked, no in between.

Monroe V. Hamilton After Hamilton’s affair with Mariah, Monroe (having seen this as a prophecy) confronts Hamilton about his actions. Hamilton confesses, but swears Monroe to secrecy. Unfortunately for Hamilton, Monroe had already delivered his prophecy, and the other gods grew suspicious. Hamilton, forced to confess his affair, gets pissed at Monroe, and attempts to go to war. Burr managed to step between the two of them before too much damage was done, but the rift between the two gods has never been mended.

Monroe and Prophecy Being the God of Prophecy, Monroe is gifted with visions of the future. He has always been accurate. When a vision needs to be communicated to humans, Monroe uses human Prophets to speak for him. Monroe has predicted most things, including the apocalypse.

Mariah - Goddess of Seduction, Love and Lust Boob Area idk Chest too?

Mariah doesn’t want to hurt anyone but ends up doing it a lot anyway. ↳ Though often depicted as a seductress, Mariah also rules over all form of love, sexual or not ↳ Honestly has good intentions ↳ Her solutions to problems aren’t always the best ↳ Kind of a sucker for a love story ↳ Despite being the Goddess of Love, Mariah is often the loneliest, searching for her own love.

James v Mariah Once, in her attempt to find herself a companion, she was tricked by a human named James Reynolds. Reynolds lured her into his home, trapped her through some means I haven’t thought up yet, and forced her to marry him. He treated her poorly, abusing her despite her godliness. The other gods searched for her, but is was Burr who found her one night during his travels over Reynolds’ house. Upon being rescued by Burr, Mariah turned Reynolds into a slug.

Friedrich Von Steuben - God of Fertility and Sexuality

Battle Axe

Von Steuben is kind of like that one uncle of yours that isn’t actually related to you but everyone likes him so it’s cool. ↳ Steuben throws the best god parties ↳ Likes to hang out with Lafayette (and his giant harem/party gang) and Franklin ↳ Drinks fire for fun ↳ Doesn’t like pants

Ben Walker Ben Walker was a normal human, just minding his own business, when he happened to run into a disguised Steuben at a festival. The two were instantly taken with one another, but when Steuben brought Ben to one of Lafayette’s parties, Ben was disgusted with the decadence and left. Confused, Steuben pursued Ben, who wanted nothing to do with the gods and their lifestyle. Steuben, determined to win Ben over, promised to give up his partying ways for a year. Steuben courted Ben relentlessly, delivering roses each day to the human man. At the end of the allotted time, Ben had fallen so hopelessly for the god, agreed to join Steuben in the godly realm. Granted immortality, Ben stays by Steuben’s side, though he still disapproves of Laf and his harem.

Lafayette - God of Food, Wine, and Travels Legs Sword

Lafayette’s a good guy as long as you don’t touch his wine or threaten his friends. ↳ Has a giant group of humans, nymphs, other creatures and minor gods that follow him around in a constant party ↳ Likes to crash the houses of the richest humans and take their shit ↳ Has lots of good stories, but is a horrible storyteller ↳ Fell in love with lots of gods, never had his feelings returned ↳ Avoids tough situations (runs away from confrontation, usually consists of people asking for his hand in marriage.)

Lafayette’s Followers Lafayette is always attended by a grab-bag of creatures, humans, and minor gods that follow him around. The group lives in an almost constant state of partying, often drunk or high as well, and sometimes it just becomes an orgy. While with the group, all of Lafayette’s followers are granted temporary immortality, which is only revoked when the person in question leaves. As a result, some of his followers have been around him for centuries.

James Armistead Lafayette A human that travels with Lafayette, James Armistead was a slave to a wealthy but cruel landowner. When Lafayette’s band of merry drunks crashed the landowner’s house for the night, James Armistead was forced by his owner to entertain the group with stories. Lafayette, quite impressed by the man’s skill, mentioned this to the landowner. James Armistead was then offered as payment to get the God and his followers to leave. Offended that another human would be offered as payment, Lafayette turned the landowner and his wife into the first vultures. As an apology, Lafayette offered James Armistead a place in his party as his Official Storyteller. Grateful, James Armistead accepted and took Lafayette’s name as his own last name.

Lafayette and GWash Lafayette adores and loves gwash, above any other god. At the beginning of time, Washington gave Lafayette the sword he chose to be his death weapon. During the apocalypse, Lafayette is sent to kill Washington, as everyone assumes Lafayette might be the best candidate to actually pull it off. It doesn’t work, however, and Lafayette (while happy Washington lives) is devastated. He hands Gwash his sword and is killed on the spot.

Mulligan - God of Spies, Tailors and Weavers

Dagger

Mulligan is an extremely friendly guy for what half of his job is. ↳ Knows how to make just about anything out of yarn, thread and fabric ↳ Hangs out with Martha Washington and sews with her ↳ Doesn’t talk about the other half of his job unless he has to ↳ Has a habit of letting captured spies go free, slipping them away from their captors and back home

Laurens - God of War, Revolution and Righteous Revolt. Half Human // Half God

Gun Laurens is reckless but loyal. ↳ Laurens is a cursed god, forced to ‘die’ everyday, but regenerates pretty quickly. ↳ Really flippant about it. ↳ Does dumb shit because it doesn’t matter if he dies. ↳ Secretly hates it. ↳ When presented with a conflict, Laurens is more likely to take the side of the underdog. ↳ Especially revolutions, it is a rare day when Laurens supports the reigning power.

Laruens’ Birth Laurens was the last of the gods to be born. Washington and Martha, running out of energy to fully form a god, asked Burr to give them a recently deceased human. Using the empty body, the two parent gods used the rest of their power to give life to Laurens, stuffing his Godly soul inside the human body. As a result, Laurens’ very being and his physical body are constantly at war. Laurens is forced to ‘die’ once a day to keep himself whole, but is reborn with each sunrise over the Godly realm.

(I mean,,, unless you can think of a better reason why Laurens has such a shitty existence.)

Laurens and Hamilton Really chill best friends. Laurens and Hamilton occasionally use Laurens’ death curse to do dumb shit, like drop him from as high in the sky as possible to earth. One of the only people that can touch Alex due to his lack of need to keep himself physically safe, Laurens has died a lot from hugging his friend. Though the constant cycle of death upsets them both, they joke around with each other to make it bearable.

Peggy - Goddess of Orphans, Homeless, and Other Forgotten People

Peggy will fight you, whenever, wherever, she’s ready to go. ↳ Like her charges, Peggy is often forgotten by humans, or considered a minor goddess ↳ ↳ Nothing makes her more angry than to be dismissed as ‘unimportant.’ ↳ When people hurt those she’s tasked with protecting, she goes hardcore in her punishments ↳ Can be found in homeless shelters, orphanages and other such places among her people, trying her best to help ↳ There’s too many under her umbrella, though, and her power is often stretched very thin

Seabury - God of Religion, Faith and Priests

Seabury considers himself better than he is. ↳ Only god to have a shrine or statue in every temple, even those not devoted to him ↳ Protects those who devote their lives to service of the gods, no matter which god they choose ↳ Stickler for ceremony ↳ Hates it when the other gods act childish or otherwise ‘tarnish their reputations.’ ↳ Big whiny baby. Actually pretty pacifist comparatively.

Seabury V. Hamilton While King George III was around and doing his false prophet thing, Hamilton and Seabury had an argument about how much harm King George was doing, if any at all. Hamilton shouted at Seabury, threatened war, and Seabury backed down. Humiliated, Seabury decreed that all church proceedings had to take place either at night, in the shade, or indoors. Hamilton just laughed at him and occasionally pokes his head through church windows to mock him.

Philip - God of Poetry, a branch of Hamilton

Philip will roast his dad, but gods help you if you try to do it.

Hamilton’s son, Philip is one of the many Gods Hamilton spawned to take charge of different writing styles. Looks like Laurens because Hamilton wanted his first son to look like his best friend. When humans invented rap, Philip fell in love with the art form. What I’m saying is he rap battles humans. Constantly.

Philip and Hamilton Philip adores his father, but the affair affected him deeply. He sided with Eliza, whom he considers his mom, during the fall out. Since then, their relationship has been healed somewhat, partially due to the Eaker Incident. He will drag Hamilton, but gets highly protective when others do it.

Phillip V Eaker When the news of Hamilton’s affair reached the humans, one young man began to insult Hamilton. Philip took offense to the blasphemous talk, and challenged Eaker to a duel. Though Philip could not die, he agreed he would lose if he took damage that would kill a normal human. Eaker cheated during the duel, however, catching Philip off guard and hitting him in such a way that made Eaker win. Philip, highly upset, turned Eaker into a quill, which Philip uses to write poetry, sometimes about how stupid Eaker was.

Paul Revere, William Dawes, Samuel Prescott and Sybil Ludington - The Four Messenger Gods

REVERE ↳ ↳

WILLIAM ↳ ↳

SAMUEL ↳ ↳

SYBIL ↳ ↳

OTHER NON-HUMAN CREATURES:

Sally Hemmings - The first nymph. Created by Maria in an attempt to make Thomas feel better after Martha J’s death. Upon gaining sentience, she decided to make her own life, and left Thomas behind.

Thomas Paine - Immortal traveler who wanders, telling stories about the Gods

Ben Walker - Immortal Companion to Von Steuben, was once human.

James Armistead Lafayette - Immortal follower of Lafayette, storyteller that travels with Laf’s eternal party.

HUMANS: Martha Jefferson - Pure Human that Thomas fell in love with. Theodosia - Pure Human that Burr fell in love with. Her body became the stars after her death. James Reynolds - Human Asshole that trapped Maria and got his shit kicked in. Eaker - Dumbass Human shit that gets turned into a quill by Philip King George - False Prophet Sam Adams - Human who introduced Laf to brewery Henry Knox - Human warrior that gained Laurens’ favor by leading a tiny army to victory against a larger force.

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS

HAMILTON + BURR

Eclipses are Basically Hamilton messing w/ burr and Burr being DONE. Solstices are the one day of each year when one of them sleeps in. Equinoxes are the two days they are pals. Burr is prophesied to do the impossible by killing Hamilton, and thereby bringing about the apocalypse.

JEFFERSON + HAMILTON

SUNFLOWERS. Thomas made Sunflowers for Alex because Alex was sad humans couldn’t look at him.

JEFFERSON + BURR

Hamilton didn’t believe Jefferson existed for a while, tho Burr knew and Hamilton thought Burr was just fucking with him. Burr and Jefferson hang out because shared dead human girls.

PHILIP + EAKER

Philip and Eaker’s duel is because Eaker was being blasphemous and Philip got offended and ended when Eaker cheated so Philip turned him into a quill.

HOW TO KILL A GOD 101:

Each and every god as a weapon/item special to them that must be used to kill them. It is the only object that can hurt/kill a god and each god has a unique item.

[kingkpop]

1. The popular geek.

BTS (Taehyung & Jungkook )x Reader 

Gender: Male x Female Genre: Highschool au Warning: Drugs, Alcohol. Word count: 5k TPG 2 | TPG 3 Summary: Having a popular older brother is not all that it seems. Hoseok is the popular half of the Jung siblings, he parties, and lives by his own rules. A true bad boy. Y/N is the geek half of the Jung siblings, she loves to organize roleplaying games with her friends and lives by the rules laid out for her. A true goody two shoes. But when Y/N gets mixed up in two of Hoseok’s friends her normal ‘geek’ life start to take an unexpected turn.

Fingers glide over the pink fabric of a fuzzy sweater, trying to smooth out the unwanted wrinkles. Wiggling the brown leather belt a bit more up Y/N gave herself a last look in the mirror to see if anything was out of place. Y/N didn’t care much for her appearance, but she did care if she would be walking around school with a huge stain on her jeans or sweater. She wasn’t ready for that kind of humiliation. “Kids, breakfast!” Her mother yelled from downstairs. “Coming!” Y/N yelled back. Turning away from the mirror she grabbed her black backpack and her red high top converse and began to run down the stairs. “No running down the stairs!” Her mother warned, but by the time she said that Y/N was already downstairs, practically launching herself into the kitchen with a big smile. “Good morning!” She chirped. Her mother who was behind the stove turned around to give her an equally bright smile “morning dear, have you seen your brother on your way down?” By the mentioning of her brother Y/N grimaced “Mom, it’s morning please don’t ruin it.” Y/N’s mother let out a deep sigh as she went back to her frying pan. Taking a seat at the dining table Y/N furrowed as she missed a second person at the table who was usually nose deep in the morning newspaper. “Mom, where's dad?” Her mother gulped at the question, preparing herself for the storm that was about to come. “He left early this morning.” “He-He what? He can’t do that!” Y/N yelled “He was my ride to school? How else am I going to school?” Turning off the fire Y/N’s mother brought the frying pan over to Y/N, sliding the bacon on her plate before taken a few steps back. “Well, you’re brother offered to take you.” And here comes the storm. “Excuse me? He is going to take me?” “You aren’t the only one who’s unhappy about this.” Speaking of the devil. Entering the kitchen in all leather came in Y/N’s brother. “Then why did you agree?” Y/N asked her voice laced with venom. “Because dad pays me hella cash for driving a twerp like you.” Before Y/N could jam her fork inside of her brother their mother stepped in “enough! It’s morning. Now Hoseok, sit down and have breakfast with us.” Hoseok shook his head as he reached out for an apple out of the fruit bowl that was placed in the middle of the table. As he took the apple he “accidentally” hit Y/N across the head. Glaring at him Hoseok simply shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry mom, the teacher asked me if I could come to school early.”

“Teacher? What teacher?” “Ah, just you know. Poetry teacher. She really likes my poetry and wants to ask me about it.” Hoseok explained. “Now let’s go twerp or do you want to walk?” Sucking the air through her nose Y/N quickly grabbed two slices of bread and placed the bacon in between. Hoseok didn’t wait for his sister to walk out the door with him, not that he would willingly do that anyway. Giving her mother a quick hug Y/N dismissed herself with goodbyes.

Y/N wasn’t even a second outside and Hoseok was already honking the horn of his dark green-ish pickup truck. Rolling down the passenger’s window a mop of brown hair popped out “hurry twerp!” Taking a deep breath of encouragement Y/N jumped off the front steps and jogged towards the vehicle. Y/N was about to open up the door but Hoseok began to drive away from her, rolling her eyes she tried once more but Hoseok kept on driving until he wasn’t in the driveway anymore. Raising both of her arms in the air she stared at her brother who was dying of laughter. Taking a deep breath Hoseok opened the passenger's door and nudged his head for his sister to step in. Squinting her eyes Y/N cautiously got into the truck. “Jesus Christ, even a fucking snail is faster than your ass,” Hoseok whined as he grabbed his sister’s arm and reeled her in causing her to yelp. “The fuck?” “Next time don’t be so fucking slow. Now close the door will you?” Letting out a huff of air Y/N slammed her door shut making Hoseok wince. “Hey, be nice to my baby.” “Oh, I thought your baby was the “poetry” teacher. ‘She likes my poetry and wants to ask me about it’” Y/N said in a mocking voice that should represent Hoseok’s voice. “Poetry teacher, seriously? You couldn’t even try and think of the actual term of her profession and since when did you start to take literature?” “Since the teacher got into my pants.” Hoseok smirked, “And it doesn’t matter what I call her, she likes it either way.” Y/N’s face immediately turned into disgust, shaking her head to get rid of images of her brother and her teacher doing it. Hoseok’s laughter filled the car as he reached over and began to press the play button on his car radio. Startled by the loud music Y/N sat up straight her hand grasping at her chest while her head shot towards Hoseok “what the fuck?” Y/N yelled over the music. “Huh what do you say? Can’t hear you!” Hoseok placed a hand next to his ear as he leaned in closer to his sister, that damned smirk never leaving his face. “Turn it down will you?” Hoseok moved back into his seat as he took a sharp breath of air, his lips forming into a pout as if he was wagging his options “Seriously Hoseok?” Y/N cocked him an eyebrow. Taking matters into her own Y/N reached for the car radio and turned it down slightly, she would’ve turned it all the way down but Hoseok had a firm grasp on her wrist. “Listen lil sis, you better not touch my stuff. Dad didn’t pay me for that shit.” Y/N furrowed her brows “wait, dad pays you to drive me to school?” Hoseok chuckled “you think I am willingly driving you around?” Giving his sister a side eye Hoseok let go of her wrist and cranked the volume back up. Hoseok began to hit his steering wheel along the drums of Joan Jett’s Bad Reputation, a song Y/N knew by heart though she wished she didn’t. As the vehicle rode up onto the school’s parking lot Y/N didn’t want to waste another second with her brother. “Yo the fuck?!” Hoseok yelled as he slammed on the brakes, he stared at his sister in disbelieve. He knew she wanted to get out of the truck as fast as possible, heck he even wanted her to get out as fast as possible but he didn’t expect her to jump out of a moving vehicle. “Thanks for driving.” Y/N said with a fake smile and slammed the door shut. “That kid is going to be the death of me one day,” Hoseok mumbled as he tried to find a parking spot, fortunate for him his friends were saving a spot for him. When the familiar green pickup truck came into view three out of four boys began to jump up and down waving frantically to gain Hoseok’s attention which succeeded.

Shutting his door with care Hoseok gave the truck a few pats against the side. “Stay safe my dear, your favourite man will be back soon.” “I still won’t get used to this.” Jungkook grimaced as he watched Hoseok exchange sweet words with his truck. “You and me both.” Yoongi grumbled “Say Hobi if you’re done fucking your truck let’s go. I remembered you have an appointment waiting for you.” Hoseok turned his head towards Yoongi who wore a sly smile. “An appointment?” Jungkook asked looking between Yoongi and Hoseok “Yeah, our little hobi here needs to see that literature teacher.” A sea of oohs erupted boosting Hoseok’s ego even more. “Shit, she is hot as fuck.” Jimin noted as his hands started to indicate the length of her ass “like shit Hobi, you got the jackpot. Hit me up next time.” The group laughed with Hoseok telling Jimin maybe someday. It wasn’t until a certain honey brown haired boy silenced the group “wait, I thought we gathered early because Paul asks us too?” Hoseok walked over to the confused boy and wrapped his arm around him “oh you are so sweet and innocent Taehyung, you really think Paul would be up this early? That man is probably recovering from a hangover now. No dude, we are here for something else.” Hoseok hit Taehyung’s chest a few times before he nodded to Yoongi who pulled his hand out of one of his pockets and revealed brown paper rolled up “you think you have time before your date?” Yoongi asked. “Always dude.” Hoseok smirked as he reached out for the blunt. “I can’t believe my dad ditched me!” Y/N grunted as she slammed her locker shur. “Wow hey calm down, your locker did nothing.” The boy next to her said. Glaring up at the boy Y/N closed her eyes and let out a sigh “you’re right Jin, it’s just so…” Y/N let out a frustrated noise as her fingers curled halfway inwards. “I don’t get it, you’re old enough to get your driver's license. Why don’t you get it?” “And being forced to share the same car my brother uses? Not even for a million I would do that.” Y/N scoffed. “But you can buy your own car with that million.” Jin said as he pointed his index finger at Y/N and cocking her an eyebrow. Y/N’s lips turned into a thin line as she nodded “shit, you’re right.” “Thanks, but I prefer the name Jin.” Within seconds a displeased look fell on Y/N’s face “remind me why do I have to put up with you?” she asked “because I am the cook that brings the goods to our campaigns. For free.” Y/N snapped her fingers “oh yeah, that’s why.” Y/N slung her bag off her shoulder and with the help of Jin began to place her books in the bag. Upon seeing a familiar face Jin dropped the bag causing a few books to spill out of the bag, groaning Y/N glared at Jin who gave an apologetic look in return. The two bent down to grab the books. “My my, someone doesn’t look happy.” A raspy and deep voice said followed with a chuckle. Looking up Y/N was greeted by bleached blond boy his dimples showing as he smiled. “Instead of smiling you could’ve asked ‘hey Y/N, you need help?’ Namjoon.” Y/N spat as she pushed the last book in her bag. “Geez, someone is really angry.”

“Sorry,” Y/N sighed out as she stood back up “it’s just that I had to take a ride with my brother.” Namjoon’s lips parted into a small ‘o’ “is it really bad?” Jin asked.

“Oh it’s the worst.” Namjoon answered, “one time I took a ride home with Y/N and I honestly thought I was going deaf or die.” Jin’s eyebrows raised in surprise “he is a wild driver, I’m still confused as to why he still has his driver’s license.” Y/N said. “Me too.” Namjoon agreed “anyways another topic, the campaign is still on the go right?” Y/N nodded “of course! well...if the others don’t ditch us we will be fine.” “Oh don’t worry, I’ll make them come,” Namjoon said as he cracked his knuckles. Jin immediately stopped him “stop that before you injure yourself.” Namjoon was about to say something to Jin but the screeching of the school bell interrupted him. “Ah shit, I have algebra.” Jin groaned “dude don’t worry, you have me!” Namjoon said as he wrapped his arm around Jin. “Aren’t you two cute.” Y/N said in a mocking voice. “Shut it Y/N.” Namjoon and Jin said in union. Raising her hands in the air Y/N took a few steps back “I’ll see you guys later alright?” “Always!” Jin said as he waved Y/N goodbye. Turning around Y/N had a sudden and disgusting realization. She had literature class.

 Walking into the class Y/N didn’t even make eye contact with her teacher. Y/N really didn’t want to be in a class where her brother could’ve possible fucker her teacher on her table, in fact any table as now marked as a possible scenario which made it even worse for Y/N. Going for a safe option Y/N took a seat in the middle of the class, which she didn’t often do. Normally her seat would be in the front of the class, but she didn’t want to face her teacher at the moment. Setting up her books she could feel light tapping against her shoulder. Turning around Y/N was greeted by a rectangular smile, but that was not the first thing Y/N’s eyes focused on. No, it was the bright red bandana wrapped around Taehyung’s head. “Cool huh?” Taehyung said as he pointed his pencil towards the bandana. “Uh yeah…” Y/N said unsure “Uhm, can I help you with something?” Taehyung shook his head, his smile still remaining. “No, I was just wondering why Hoseok’s little sister changed seats. Don’t you normally sit there?” Taehyung pointed at the front desk that was pressed up against the wall. “I, I just wanted to change. Is that wrong?” Y/N lied, well, sort of lied. She much rather sits in her usual spot but she didn’t want to risk anything. “Nope, Hoseok’s little sister can sit wherever her ass wants to.” Y/N frowned at the remark, she didn’t know what she hated more the fact he referred to her as Hoseok’s sister or that he talked about her ass. Deciding not to say anything Y/N turned around, she was not up to face one of Hoseok’s friends, not today at least. As the class progressed Y/N was with her mind somewhere else. Y/N hadn’t lifted her head once to look at the teacher and that didn’t go by unnoticed. Y/N was one of her favourite students, but she had no tolerance for anyone who didn’t pay attention in class. “Miss Jung?” The teacher asked, but there was no reply. Eyes began to look towards Y/N who seemed to be in her own world. “Miss Jung?” She asked again, but still no reply. Fed up with being ignored the teacher began to walk towards Y/N. Noticing Taehyung gave Y/N’s chair a kick which caused her to flinch. Turning around she glared at Taehyung who moved his eyes upwards, confused Y/N turned back around to meet a displeased look on her teacher’s face. “Miss Jung, do I finally have your attention?” Hearing the stifled chuckles of the class Y/N’s cheeks began to burn red “yes miss.” Y/N mumbled. “Great, now if you will can you please explain the text in front of you.” Without saying a word Y/N obeyed, she didn’t want to upset her teacher even more. What if she told Hoseok about this? Looking at the board the female began to read the text;                                        Why can I still not give up on you?

                                      I hold onto the withered memories

                                                         Is it greed?

“I think this is about someone’s former lover still roams around in their head and hearts. The memories between the two slowly begin to fade away, but the person refuses to let go and asks themselves if what they are doing an act of selfishness is.” Taehyung watched how Y/N explained the lyric, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed and he would be lying if he said that smarts didn’t turn him on. Letting out a breathy chuckle Taehyung shook his head in disbelief, no way that Hoseok’s little sister, someone who plays with figurines with her friends in a basement, would be someone who could turn him on. “Is there something funny Mister Kim?” The teacher asked. “Nothing is wrong Teach, don’t worry your pretty little ass about it,” Taehyung said with a smirk knowing the effect it had on the teacher despite her displeased look. The teacher turned around, not wanting to add fuel to her fire. Sitting back in her chair she looked at the clock hanging above the door and right on time as well as the bell began to screech loudly. Instantly everyone began to pack their backs or grab their stuff and leave quickly, Y/N did the same but she couldn’t even leave her desk as the teacher asked her to stay behind. Apologetic and curious looks were being thrown at Y/N. All Y/N wanted to do right now as to dig a hole for herself. A hand firmly wrapped around her shoulder. Looking up she was greeted by an apologetic looking Taehyung. “Hang in there Hoseok’s little sister.” He said and made a fist as an indication for good luck and left Y/N to be. Carefully walking up to the teacher Y/N cleared her throat “miss, you asked for me?” Craning her head upwards the teacher intertwined her fingers as she leaned forward, showing more cleavage than needed. No wonder her brother wanted her. Y/N had to suppress her face of disgust at the thought. “Yes, Miss Jung I noticed you weren’t here with us today. Why is that?” Y/N wanted to mentally slap herself, she wasn’t the one who would get in trouble that was what her brother was for. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking about a book I read the other day.” Y/N said. It wasn’t a lie nor the truth. The whole time her head as trying to suppress those disgusting images and eventually she tried to think of something else which was the book she finished a couple of days ago. “Ah I see, it must’ve been a good book for it to distract you in my class.” Y/N’s face began to redden of guilt, she didn’t mean to get distracted. “Y-yeah it is.” “May I ask what it is about?” Now Y/N’s face was getting even redder than before “uhm, it’s a really stupid book full of clichés, you probably don’t want to hear it.” “Why not try me?” The teacher said in a suggestive tone which made Y/N flinch ever so slightly the images of her and her brother popping up once again. “Well, uh, it’s about this girl who is sort of a reject. Her sister is really popular but she isn’t, she’s more of the geek out of the two. Without spoiling too much, this rejected geek meets this really popular girl and she introduces her into the world of drugs and alcohol. Suddenly the geek isn’t a geek anymore nor is she a reject, she now is this rising to fame drug addicted who does anything to look cool in front of her crush. You know, the cliché things.” Y/N explained. “Well, that is a bit different from the books you usually read. Normally it’s about fantasy, why the change?” “Uh, one of your students...Kim Namjoon?” Y/N looked at her teacher to see any sign of recognition in her face, but all there was was a blank expression “he introduced me to the book, he said it was really good. And well, since he is sort of a bookworm I trusted him.” “And did you like it?” “Yeah I did.” “Well, that’s enough for me. You won’t get in trouble don’t worry.” The teacher said, “but you will get in trouble if you don’t get to your next class in time.” Looking at the clock Y/N gasped, she had three minutes to get to her next class. Dismissing herself Y/N raced out of the class and took a sharp left, ignoring Taehyung who was on the other side of the door. Pushing himself off the lockers he began to rush after Y/N, his hand reaching out for Y/N’s arm. Surprised Y/N looked at the person who grabbed her. From surprised to confused she stared at Taehyung. “Hey there.” He said giving her his famous smirk. “Uh, hello? Can I help you?” Taehyung chuckled remembering how she said that in class as well “I was just curious how it went, did you get in trouble?” “Is that all why you stopped me?” Taehyung nodded his head “I can’t believe you’re wasting my time on this.” Y/N groaned “no, I did not get in trouble. Now can you let me go?” Taehyung looked disappointed knowing Y/N got off the hook, but then again what did he expect from the goody two shoes side of the Jung siblings? Letting go of Y/N’s arm Taehyung held up the same hand “no, you are free to run to class.” Y/N took a step forward but stopped as she faced Taehyung “shouldn’t you be in class as well?” “I think no one will miss me. Now off you go.” Taehyung shooed Y/N away. “Dude, I don’t get how come your sister is smart?” Taehyung said as he took a deep inhale of the blunt. The second one today. “What are you on about?” Hoseok asked as his body was using one of the metal pillars of the bleachers as support. Normally he wouldn’t need the support, but whatever Yoongi was getting it was strong. The black haired boy was barely functioning which was rare for Yoongi.

Even Jimin and Jungkook were almost out after two puffs, they even called quits. “I mean that she is fucking smart,” Taehyung said. Jungkook laughed as he hit Jimin pointing at Hoseok. That simple gesture caused Jimin to burst into laughter. “The fuck is so funny?” Hoseok chuckled, he couldn’t help it, the two younger ones had contagious laughter. “We think Taehyung is trying to get into your sister’s pants, isn’t like being all brains a big turn on for him?” Jimin laughed. Hoseok’s face fell. Glaring at Taehyung the boy raised his arms up “dude are you seriously going to listen to Jimin?” “Well, Jimin has more brains than you.” Hoseok spat out “don’t you dare fuck my sister, she isn’t even worth your time.” Jimin chuckled at Hoseok’s remark. “Don’t fucking worry okay, I was just wondering why you turned out so fucking stupid.” Hoseok launched forward, his knees hitting the gravel as he grabbed Taehyung by the collar “do you want to fucking do you shit?” Hoseok hissed. “Hey, what’s that smell? What’s going on here?” A voice called out. “Oh shit run!” Jimin said as he pushed Jungkook to the side and began to run away in a drunken matter. Jungkook began to shake Yoongi awake ordering him to run, still drowsy to move Jungkook began to curse. “For fuck sake Yoongi!” Grunting Jungkook threw the smaller boy over his shoulder as he began to run “fucking move!” Jungkook ordered the older boys who took off right after Jungkook. The five boys came to a stop at the back of the school building, their bodies collapsing to the ground as their chest heaved up and down from exhaustion. “How I have the condition of an athlete, but at times like these it feels like I need an inhaler.” Taehyung huffed out in between breaths “beats me, dude.” Hoseok said. “I’m, I’m going to find some water.” Jungkook said as he dropped Yoongi on top of Jimin who grunted in pain “for fuck sake dude.” “Just watch him will you?” Jungkook demanded as he began to jog off. His throat was burning and becoming dryer by the minute and his stomach began to growl out of hunger. Somehow the journey to the school’s cafeteria was like a journey with paths twisting and deforming as they pleased. Jungkook didn’t even recognize where he was anymore. Trying to focus on his surrounding Jungkook walk as steadily as he could, but he could feel his body swaying from side to side.If a teacher would see him he’d be in so much shit. “I don’t know, I think it was those kids smoking again!” Jungkook heard from behind, fuck he was in trouble. Searching around for a window to climb in or a trash can to hide behind Jungkook couldn’t find anything but a few trees and a bench. “Oh!” Jungkook said in surprise as he saw a familiar face sitting on the bench. He must’ve been loud because he gained attention from that person who was watching him with curious eyes. “It’s Hoseok’s little sister, what’s up?” Jungkook chuckled as he maneuvered his way towards Y/N. Despite Y/N being a total geek and her clothing style looked like she came straight from the 80’s, he couldn’t deny how cute she was. Y/N was different from Hoseok both physically and personality wise. She didn’t bother being part of the popular kids nor did the term “geek” bother her. In fact Jungkook can’t really remember what really bothers Y/N, she just seemed so cool with everything. “Oh, Jungkook right?” Y/N asked, of course she knew it was Jungkook. He was in most of her classes, mostly slacking off, so she recognized his face. Besides he was one of Hoseok’s friends. “Yeah, yeah Jungkook.” He said as he stretched out his hand waiting for Y/N to shake it. Giving Jungkook a quizzical look she slowly and unsurely took Jungkook’s hand and shook it. “you read here?” he asked “yeah, it’s qui-” “I think I saw one of them running here.” Jungkook stilled at the voice. Without thinking he launched himself forward, his body took up half of the bench while his head took up Y/N’s lap. Holding her book in the air she looked at Jungkook with much confusion. Placing a finger against his lips Jungkook closed one eye as he made a hushing noise before closing the other eye, not knowing what the do Y/N just sat there. Seconds later two teachers turned around the corner their faces looking red of anger. “Oh Y/N?” One of them said. “Oh, Mr.Ross, what is wrong?” Y/N said trying to sound as normal as possible, but there was nothing normal about the situation. There was a boy in her lap, one of Hoseok’s friends, who by the smell of it was as high as a kite. Mr.Ross noticed the unusual situation as well and before he could get a good look at Jungkook’s face Y/N placed her book on top of his head and placed her finger against her mouth telling Mr.Ross to keep quiet just like Jungkook did to Y/N. Still, a bit confused the teacher nodded as he began to walk back where he came from. “And? Did you find him?” The other teacher asked, “No, just a student of mine.” Mr.Ross said as he glanced back at Y/N who awkwardly waved at him. Great, just add more suspicion Y/N. She thought but fortunately, Mr.Ross and the other teacher left them alone. “Is he gone?” Jungkook asked his voice muffled due to the book on top of his face. “Yeah, you can stop hiding now.” Letting out a relieved sigh Jungkook removed the book from his face “thank god for the teacher’s pet saving my life.” He joked, but he didn’t receive laughter back. Looking up he was met with a frowning face. “Hey you okay?” Jungkook’s face mimicked Y/N’s “I'm not a teacher’s pet.” Y/N mumbled. Feeling guilt washed over him “hey, shit, I’m sorry. I-I I didn’t mean it.” Y/N held up her hand to silence Jungkook “it’s fine.” “Oh, okay.” Jungkook looked away from Y/N letting an awkward silence set in. This was the first time Jungkook was alone with Y/N, normally it would be with her brother but only for a brief moment, but now it was longer than a few seconds and Jungkook didn’t know what to do. With the exception of drugs, alcohol and partying Jungkook and Y/N had much in common. But Jungkook decided to hide his geeky side while Y/N embraced it. There would be times Jungkook stop and imagine how his life would have turned out if he didn’t care for a social status and would’ve been friends with Y/N instead of Hoseok. Would they perhaps be a couple? Would Jungkook be laying on Y/N’s lap like this surrounded by the peaceful sounds of nature? That would be nice.

The thought made Jungkook smile ever so slightly.

“Uh, Jungkook?” The boy hummed in response “could you perhaps get off my lap now? Mr.Ross has been gone for a while now.” Jungkook didn’t even realize how weird this was. Jungkook began to flail his legs, struggling to get off Y/N. He didn’t expect to launch himself forward causing him to hit his forehead against Y/N’s forehead. They both groaned in unison, Jungkook falling back onto Y/N’s lap. “Shit, I guess Iron man would’ve done this much smoother.” Jungkook winced his hand pressed against his forehead and covering his eyes. Y/N looked at Jungkook for a second her ears not believing what she just heard. A small fit of laughter escaped her mouth that she quickly covered with her hand. Removing his hand Jungkook looked at the female who was trying her best to hold in her laughter “I'm sorry, I just-pfft.” Y/N pressed her hand even closer to her mouth making her words even more muffled “I never thought you’d be the type of guy to reference Iron man, let alone in this situation.” Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore her mouth releasing a sea of laughter. Jungkook was stunned, this was something new. He was friends with Hoseok for a year now and never in that year has he heard or seen Y/N laugh. Jungkook moved his hand towards his mouth trying to hide his ever growing blush. Shit, he might’ve fallen for her even more.

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Worm Liveblog #35

UPDATE 35: The Schemer

Last time the Undersiders had barely managed to placate Purity and her pals, Tattletale revealed where Aster was. Prior to that the Undersiders almost died because they were seriously outmaneuvered and Grue was still woozy from spilling his blood around the city like a leaky bag of water, courtesy of the fight with Hookwolf, Cricket and That Other Guy. Let’s continue and most likely finish this arc!

Looks like everything has calmed down. The Undersiders go to a building in construction, Tattletale has the keys for all the locks they encounter. There’s a hatch where they go down, and judging by the fact they encounter some of Coil’s soldiers, this may be a hideout. Somehow...I’m a bit disappointed, but that’s because a smelly complex underneath a construction site doesn’t mesh with the image I have of Coil. I had imagined an “evil-looking” building – threatening yet nothing out of common in a city. Oh well. If Coil has stuff and soldiers here, it’s for a reason.

Circus is here, many of Coil’s soldiers are here, and a bunch of people that aren’t soldiers are here too. I wonder if the Travelers are here somewhere too. So, once Coil finishes talking with some people he approaches the Undersiders, gesturing around.

“Once things are set up, some of this will be a base of operations for the Travelers, the rest of this space serving as a place my men can meet before they deploy.”

Ah, right. Coil doesn’t stay here.  So, Grue doesn’t sound happy at all, his body language denotes irritation. It’s explained why when Tattletale informs that the negotiations about joining Coil have taken a turn for the worse.

“We keep getting through these fights by the skin of our teeth.  We’re not up to it.  Just a few days after we helped take down the ABB, a situation that had two of our members facing down Lung and Oni Lee, we were up against the Protectorate, the Wards and Empire Eighty-Eight in the span of forty-eight hours.  Even with your people and your powers to help, we’re not strong enough for this.”

Usually I’d say you as a group surely have Plot Armor and therefore you’ll survive everything, but Mr. Wildbow has shown willingness to put everyone in tough situations and mortal peril more than once, with painful consequences for them. I mean, I’m pretty sure Taylor will stay alive no matter what, but by now I can’t think the rest are guaranteed to survive.

Tattletale shook her head, “We’d rather not, but it depends on what we agree to here and now, in this meeting.  We talked this over for the past week, and I’ll be blunt.  The one person who wasn’t keen on taking your deal changed her mind, but the rest of us now have some serious reservations.  And it’s not just the issue of our safety.”

Yes, I suppose the issue of accidentally making the Undersiders a target for the Empire Eighty-Eight may have soured their mood. But hey, Heckpuppy is now willing to accept the deal, so...if everybody else decides to stay with the arrangement, it’ll be as good as done.

Indeed, that’s part of why they’re not happy with Coil right now. Even Tattletale, who has worked with Coil for a while, has concerns about what’s going on, so if their concerns are settled, then they’ll join. At first, when this proposal was mentioned, I was completely sure there was no way the Undersiders would reject it, that they’d get Heckpuppy to join their side and they’d accept. But now...now I’m not so sure. I guess it depends on what’s going to be said in this chapter.

Coil apologized and I have a hard time believing it’s sincere. Must be because I distrust Coil – he’s a mastermind, after all. You can’t trust their words, intentions and emotions. Turns out he had been working on outing them for a while already, and this was his chance to finally do it. Tattletale’s help was vital to finish gathering the information. And so! It was done. He simply...well...

Coil turned his head, “Yes.  I’ll admit I am not proud of my failure to see the bigger picture, and I assure you, it is not a mistake I am prepared to make again.”

There’s something kinda disappointing about hearing a mastermind not see the bigger picture, but at the same time I doubt he’d have let that stop him. The advantages of revealing E88’s people and destroying them that way were too big, so I bet it was going to happen anyways. Besides, if I understand his power, right, he’d have lived in the timeline/universe that got the best results.

Regent doesn’t want to accept the apology because it’s just that, an apology. Good!  

Coil stopped, and we were forced to stop or we would have walked right into him.  He spoke, “If you accept my deal, I will undertake no plan of this scale without first consulting you, the Travelers and the independent villains that work for me.  It is my hope that you would be able to inform me about any flaws or unintended consequences regarding my schemes.”

...I feel a bit wary about the words ‘plan of this scale’. It’s kind of a vague interpretation, isn’t it? Could mean anything, could mean nothing. It’s not enough to get the Undersiders to work with him, they’re still indecisive, and Skitter even says he can’t pull the ‘Tattletale will know if I lie or hide something’ card because Tattletale isn’t infallible. Yeah, that’s true. We as readers already saw it a few times, and Coil seems to me the kind of person that’d manage to pull the wool over Tattletale’s eyes.

Besides, there’s also the problem about how unsafe they feel, what with the incredibly tough fights the author Coil keeps throwing them into. I swear, if Coil is Mr. Wildbow’s self-insert in some shape or way, I’m going to be hella amused. I like Coil as a villain, and I find interesting he has been directly and indirectly involved in all the big fights so far. It’s thanks to him that the Undersiders have been in deadly danger a few times already.

Anyway, Coil already is planning the next step of his conquest. He knows where Kaiser is hiding, and he wants the Undersiders to defeat him. He seems to have a secret weapon that may help. Not a something, a person, another cape, undoubtedly. Must be really powerful if he’s willing to make her help the Undersiders fight.

Iiiii was wrong, this is not a fighter. It’s a girl, twelve years old or so, and doesn’t seem to be a fighter. Instead Coil asks for some ‘numbers’, offering ‘candy’ in exchange. Hm. So!

“I did. But I want the Undersiders to hear what you say.  Give me a number.  How would they do, without my help?”

“Forty-six point six two three five four percent chance they all come back. Thirty three point seven seven nine zero one percent only some come back.  That’s one question.”

Looks like this girl calculates possibilities, somehow, she sees all the potential outcomes and sees the percentage in her head. Sounds headache-inducing, like all precognitive powers tend to sound. So, following this, it’d mean...twenty-one percent chance of total and complete failure, leaving decimals aside because I don’t want to deal with that. The odds aren’t that bad, but I’m sure the Undersiders won’t want to risk some of them dying.

That aside this sure explains how Coil’s getting so far in his mastermind task! This is the kind of power I’d love to have, honestly – even though I’m aware surely it has many drawbacks. Doesn’t help I’m an indecisive type of person.

The Travelers have better odds of surviving. And if both teams are sent – I mean scenarios where one team is sent, not that they go together – and Coil helps, the odds go down drastically. Oh. That’s...odd. The only way I can see that happening is if Coil’s help ends betraying the Undersiders/Travelers or something like that, because I don’t think they’d be incompetent. Who knows.

Coil calling this girl ‘pet’ is rather creepy.

One last question before she’s given candy. Or...’candy’, because I kind of doubt by now it’s real candy. So, what are the odds the Undersiders return alive if Coil doesn’t help?

“Twelve point three one three three percent-”

That’s a really large change, hm...Coil doesn’t know how to interpret it, chalking it up to an anomaly. Anomaly like what? It’s worth noting that Tattletale is pale...something about this may have given her a nasty impression. Could that be related to the change in probabilities? Because, if she found out something, she could tell the others about it. That could be what’s skewing the results, that new info makes everything change.

Oooor something may have happened where Kaiser is in the minute or so between the first time this was asked, and the second time. Unlikely, but could have happened.

Since Coil now has something to think about, the Undersiders are told to leave. In the way out, Regent comments seeing that girl was surreal – and Skitter is...rather snappy right now. Huh...

“The candy she was asking for was a euphemism for drugs,” I spoke, and saying it aloud made it somehow more real.  I hugged my arms tighter against my body, “He’s keeping her strung out so she’ll cooperate, give him his numbers.”

Aha, I see. I had the feeling it was something like that. That’s rather twisted, and completely unsurprising, somehow. Coil already showed lack of restraint when it’s about executing his plans, he revealed the families of a bunch of capes, putting them into public scrutiny. Keeping a drugged preteen to exploit her power wouldn’t be more excessive or twisted than that.

Something about finding that girl got Skitter in really bad mood, hm...ah. Oh. Well that’s a development! So, I didn’t remember it until now, but the newspapers after the bank robbery had an amber alert on the front page, a missing girl. That girl is this one, Dinah Alcott. What’s more...

“Get it, Regent?” I asked him, “The bank robbery was a distraction for the local capes, so Coil could be sure to get away with taking the kid.  We played a part in that. We made that happen.”

I knew it!I knew that had to be a distraction or something! The bank robbery always seemed kind of odd, and look at that, it really was all a distraction! Coil kidnapped Dinah while the capes were busy with the robbery! And since a way to distract the capes was required for that, I can only guess this Dinah is related to some important person somehow. Maybe to a cape? And that’s why a distraction was necessary? After all, I don’t think a big distraction like the robbery would be needed if Dinah was a random girl from a local school. She has to be important, and not just because of her precognitive powers.

That’s the end of the chapter. I click on the link to the next one and...looks like this arc isn’t over yet. I pressed to the next, just for curiosity, and yeah, what I’ll read now is the final part of this arc, because what comes afterwards is an interlude. Okay, to the final stretch of this arc!

Skitter is rather upset she and her friends were used as a distraction while Coil continued his nefarious schemes – and I can’t blame her, the shock of seeing a twelve-year old girl drugged and forced to serve Coil some probability analysis must have been rather strong. It’s commendable she didn’t demand an explanation or anything once she realized what was going on.

Turns out all this time Tattletale had an idea of what was going on, but she overestimated how bad the situation was. This girl studied in a school near Arcadia, where the Wards usually are. Good reason to need a distraction, yes. She’s the niece of a mayoral candidate, and Tattletale thought Dinah was just...a bargaining chip, nothing else.

“I had a suspicion he got her to cooperate with some sort of incentive.  Figure out she’s unhappy at home, give her a place to stay and some sort of bribe.  Either way, it’s more fitting with his methods to date, and it would have been short term or more benign.  Not so bad.”

So that’s what she thought...and the methods weren’t that different to what Coil usually did, so Tattletale felt nothing off. Hmmm...in that case, does that mean Coil is intensifying his actions? Doing bolder moves, being more ruthless? My, things are looking bleak for the city more and more, if Coil is willing to go to such extremes for his goals.

“Kind of off there,” I said, bitterly.

You said it last chapter, Skitter: Tattletale’s power isn’t perfect. It’s pretty damn good, but it’s not perfect.

Oh, just as I theorized not long ago:

“He’s been around me enough, communicated with me enough, to have an idea of stuff that I won’t necessarily know or think to look for.”

He really can hide information from Tattletale. The Undersiders can’t trust Coil at all, that’s for sure. He’ll have ways to lie to them, to hide information. Even if he tells them plans and asks for consensus, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have other plans. So...yeah, they’re never going to trust Coil. Who would?

Skitter obviously doesn’t like the situation, but it’s not like they can say to Coil ‘hey, go screw yourself, you nutcase’ and walk away, not after seeing Dinah. Hm. Could be a long time before they get a chance to do something about it, and there’s also the problem of Coil’s power. He could skew everything in his favor, if he ever gets the chance.

Grue says they can’t reject Coil because they’re relying on him for a lot of things – among them the money he has to support his sister, the payment is good, after all. I think I once said Grue doesn’t care much about people unless it’s his friends, this here shows it. Dinah? Well that’s too bad. Aisha is higher in his list of priorities. Skitter doesn’t like hearing that. Hm. I hope this doesn’t strain their friendship, it’s sounding like it’d be a major disagreement between them.

Nobody but Skitter feels this animosity with the same intensity she does. Well, maybe they do, but they’re not going to do anything about it, for one reason or another. All Tattletale says is that they’re going to discuss it as a group. Since a unanimous agreement is needed to join Coil, would that mean they won’t, since Skitter is rejecting the deal? Could be.

“That you guys even think it’s negotiable is pretty fucked up,” I replied.  The anger and betrayal I was feeling made my tone harsher, harder.

Villains, Skitter. Despite everything, they’re all villains, and now you are one too. There’s nothing you can do about it, and by now I’m pretty sure Skitter won’t leave the group, so...yeah. She may stick around, but she doesn’t have to like their situation.

Furious, Taylor turns to leave, they were all in the construction lot. When Grue tries to reach her she makes a barrier with her bugs and even considers how she could use them to her advantage in a fight against Grue, but of course the rest isn’t going to just stand there and let it happen. Heckpuppy prepares her dogs – a clear warning for Skitter – so she turns and flees. Well! The team dynamic just got a whole lot more difficult now.

Taylor went back to the loft, where one of Rachel’s dogs is resting. It’s Angelica, the one that got seriously injured by Fog. Not that Taylor cares that much, she cared about it only because Rachel did, so if anything happened to Angelica, Rachel would be devastated. And now...

It was strange to think I was walking away from this: the loft, the dogs, and the others.

...huh? Well, I believe the rest of the team will be able to convince her to stay, but I admit for a moment I thought this really may be it, the moment Taylor will walk away from the Undersiders. It’d be a bit embarrassing that not long after I said she wouldn’t leave them, she actually does.

Before her life was just getting from one day to the other, then after she got her powers she got a new goal. Since then everything Taylor did had a concrete goal in mind: becoming a superhero, betraying the Undersiders, bonding with them...and now she has to leave all that. I don’t think being a hero will be an option anymore, what after everything she has done until now. That door is closed. She can’t leave her father alone and go to another city, that’d be too much – I think, it’s not like she ever considers that course of action. She could try to be a rogue, I guess, or go back to a normal painful life. All in all...yeah, what’s she going to do?

As a memento, maybe, she takes the piece of amber Brian had given her, even taking the time to pad it with her clothes. That’s a significant action. Despite everything she’ll have something to cherish, and I’m not talking about the amber. She had some good times with the Undersiders, in the short time she’s been with them.

Her intention was to leave before the others could catch up to her, but Lisa soon found her. She doesn’t demand Taylor to stay, but I feel she’s trying to subtly convince her to stay, even if Taylor is trying her best to make her leave final.

“Believe it or not, Brian’s as freaked out as you are.  If he’s being weird or out of character, it’s just him defaulting to his core programming, you know what I mean?  Like Bitch getting angry, or you going quiet and wary.”

I shrugged, tied my sweatshirt around my waist, told her, “In hindsight, I don’t think it was that out of character for him.  Part of the reason I’m leaving.”

Frankly...yeah, I don’t think that was out of character. That’s a facet of him. Doesn’t make it any less genuine than the other sides of Brian. I mean, I’m sure Lisa would know if that’s how he’s feeling, but it doesn’t really mean anything. Taylor’s not going to change her mind just like that.

You better not try to rescue Dinah yourself, Taylor. I don’t need precognitive powers to know that’d be a big failure and you’d be likely to die.

Tattletale spoke, “I’m not saying goodbye, because this isn’t.  I’ll resolve this situation with Coil and his captive myself, if I have to, if it means we can have another civil conversation in the near future.  Stay alive, don’t do anything rash, and be open to hearing us out in the future? Surely our friendship is worth doing that much?”

I think Taylor will appreciate Lisa took the time to say that. She really liked the Undersiders, she’ll appreciate Lisa is willing to someday leave this problem behind them and continue their friendship as if nothing had happened. Yeah, Taylor is willing to do that. She doesn’t say it with words, but that nod...that has to mean that, doesn’t it?

Taylor barely manages to get hallway down the stairwell when an air raid siren starts sounding. She hurries to the television to find out what was going on. All there is there was directions to evacuate. Well that’s...cheery. Some big natural disaster coming? Her first thought is that Bakuda is still causing trouble with her bombs. You don’t have to worry about her anymore, Taylor, someday you’ll find that out.

“Then what is it?”  I asked her, though I already had a dark suspicion.  Even the Bakuda’s terrorism campaign against the city hadn’t warranted the sirens, and that left very few possibilities.

Her response was one word, final. “Endbringer.”

...

...well...alright! Endbringer, yeah. That sounds like a big problem. Jeez, in this city big trouble happens one after another, doesn’t it? Brockton Bay looks more and more like a hell to live in. It’s almost a miracle nobody in this story has fainted out of exhaustion.

At some point before Taylor joined the group, the Undersiders had decided to help when this...Endbringer whatever it is...when this situation happened. Must be quite dangerous, that much is obvious. Since Taylor is trying to leave the group she’s under no responsibility to join them, but if she wants too—

“I’ll go.” I didn’t even need to think about it. I would never be able to forgive myself if I walked away, knowing there was something I could have done to help.

Alright, then! And once this has been dealt with, she’s going to return to the Undersiders officially? I’d think so. And that marks the end of the arc, with what’s a clear lead into next arc’s big problem. Endbringer, yeah...

...whatever will happen now won’t be piece of cake.

Next comes an interlude, so I’ll stop here now. Thank you for reading!

Next update: next time

[realvivianjames]

"I don’t understand the stigma against people who are transgender but have never experienced dysphoria." Because it's an ideology (namely, Queer Theory - That's where "Gender is a spectrum" comes from) that pushes it onto people an kids. The ideology is both feminist and marxist (feminism is marxist as well), and it's political - it has zero to do with identity, and everything to do with fucking up norms because they believe are linked to capitalism, so they can bring about socialism/communism

Furthermore, we want healthy society. What someone does, however, should be up to them (as much as possible), and people like that can/are referred to sometimes as "autogynephilies". But y'know, no one has full bodily autonomy. Society is supposed to prevent you from doing dangerous things - against yourself - for example, you can't become someone's slave legally (full bodily autonomy would require that), you can't starve yourself - you'll be force feed, and if you try to commit suicide, you will be locked up and given drugs, whether you like it or not. To transition - and I don't mean socially, or "Look, I wear ___, I'm a girl/boy", but to use hormones/try to get a sex change (which itself isn't possibly biologically, but something similar is), isn't completely safe either, and especially kids may end up regretting all of that - it has happened and will continue to happen. But it's the best treatment currently for trans people. Ask a trans person - not transtrender - if they would take a pill or something that would alleviate their gender dysphoria without transition, and 90% of times you'll probably hear yes. Someone did do that in a way - socially, "Explore life on the other side", and guess what she experienced? Social dysphoria. Gender dysphoria would probably also be a result (something like 20% of intersex individuals experience it due to sex they were 'assigned').

For the person I mentioned, look up, "Norah Vincent: Self made man". Look at John Money who came up with modern concept of gender, and thought "Gender is a social construct", and David Reimer, a boy he tried to raise as a girl (and failed). Also look up, if you want to, "Study Challenges Gender Identity". 14 biological boys were raised as girls; 8 ended up declaring themselves as girls (1 wouldn't talk about it). 4 didn't know they were boys. Over 60% rate, compared to around 0.3% in world. And not (what that person says), there aren't more than "male or female genders". Gender isn't social. "Gender is a spectrum" comes from marxist and feminist queer theory; it's political and meant to fuck with norms/gender/everything to bring about socialism/communism. Those "Genders" outside of our western culture (appreciate the irony for a second of people wanting to 'appropriate' it), were mainly to describe individuals who didn't find the standard view of gender, aka men + women, but men + men, aka, homosexuals or bi, which went against the standard notion of men + women. Such as Two Spirit (and pretty much all of the others). Furthermore, sex: "the sum of features by which members of species can be divided into two groups—male and female—that complement each other reproductively." Unless one of them will actually claim, "But there's a tentacle between his legs, not a penis", there isn't a third or fourth, or whatever gender/sex/etc. Intersex is a medical condition;Such people tend to need medical help, and their genitalia might be ambiguous. Intersex is a social construct, in fact, because they still function as either men and women (biologically), they don't have a function of "Both sexes". Even "True hermaphrodites", which have both gonads and ovaries, only have one working or the other - and even if that wasn't the case, by the time they would reach puberty one of them wouldn't function due to hormones. Those with both vagina and a penis, again, onlysuch people tend to need medical help, and their genitalia might be ambiguous. Intersex is a social construct, in fact, because they still function as either men and women (biologically), they don't have a function of "Both sexes". Even "True hermaphrodites", which have both gonads and ovaries, only have one working or the other - and even if that wasn't the case, by the time they would reach puberty one of them wouldn't function due to hormones. Those with both vagina and a penis, again, only have functional one or the other - and when I say functional I mean in reproductive sense. When they can't function fully, they would simply be 'not a fully functioning woman/man'. But we make countless exceptions; we consider females without uterus female; we consider females that can't reproduce female, etc, even though all of it is a definition of 'female' (ours). It's utter nonsense, really. "Gender as expression", again, comes from queer theory (which differs from gender identity). But no one feels like a "woman" or a "man". They're individuals; men and women are our words and categories that describe natural sexual categories and consistent traits of males and females. That's not to say every man or woman will act like this, or that, but that they are likely to - males and females are different, the way their hormones work are different, the way we experience emotion is different, they way we process things is different, even when it comes to IQ we are different.

Now, if someone were to came up with it outside of some insane ideology, then by all means, do w/e the fuck you want; as long you don't try to push it onto people. But don't ask me to accept it, or expect me to lay down while you try to normalize something that has zero to do with science - because there is no such thing as "Gender as a feeling". Gender is not a feeling. Gender is a gender. No one is a gender; they are individuals that match a description of a gender.

I really hate the whole “because communism” explanations that so many people tend to blame these kinds of beliefs on. Every time I hear something about “Marxism” or “The Frankfurt School,” (and I will admit you didn’t say anything about the latter by name) I lose an inkling of respect for the person bringing them up. And it’s not even because I believe that these are fake conspiracies intended to mislead people and push them towards conservatism, but rather because it always becomes a crux that does not actually attack the idea itself, but rather its origin. I’ve always been a fan of the idea that even a broken clock is right twice a day, so any part of your argument that stems from Marxism is completely irrelevant to me.

That said, my own beliefs don’t even arise from the same philosophies as those you are attributing them to: I am staunchly in the camp of posthumanism, especially transhumanism. The biological purpose and function of gender/sex is so far from an important variable to me that is just feels like appeal to pity from a dying out primitive species crying about how “but this is how things have always been!!” I want to evolve passed traditional evolution. I know all of this sounds hella condescending and cringey, but I do not claim to be part of this superspecies that I idolize. The faster we can undo millennia of biological failures, the faster we can move forward as a species that has transcended the clusterfuck that is biological random happen-chance. I don’t trust random mutations to decide the future of the (trans-)human race.

[punkfistfights]

and the beat goes on - chapter 1

Pairings: Cassandra Cain/Stephanie Brown, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand’r/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Conner Kent, Barbara Gordon/Dinah Laurel Lance, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Kara Danvers, Dick Grayson & Barbara Gordon, past Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon, background Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, background Kara Danvers/Cassie Sandsmark, mentioned Artemis Crock/Megan Morse

Characters: Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Wally West, Koriand’r | Kory Anders, Roy Harper, Conner Kent, Megan Morse, Bruce Wayne, Dinah Lance, Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Selina Kyle, Cassie Sandsmark, Diana Prince, Garfield Logan, Rachel Roth | Raven, Victor Stone, Helena Bertinelli, Zinda Blake

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Nonlinear Timeline, One-Shots, Polyamory, Recreational Drug Use, Sexual Content, Queerplatonic Relationship, Race Changes, Japanese!Stephanie, Japanese!Tim, Mexican!Jason, Black!Wally, Afro-Cuban!Barbara, Mental Health Issues, Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, Borderline Personality Disorder, Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mentioned Child Abuse, Neurodivergence, Autistic Character, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Queer Themes, Disabled Character

Summary: The band Bats Out of Hell is one of vast popularity in the United States and UK - but it’s also one that is knee-deep in scandal and has been since its inception, when it was a trio: singer Dick Grayson, guitarist Babs Gordon, and drummer Jason Todd.

After ten years of being together, the band has split and reformed in so many ways but with one constant: Bruce Wayne is its manager and he makes sure it succeeds.

Notes: this is a fucking labor of love, guys. i love this au, i love these characters, and i love the way it’s forming. it’s gonna be a pretty angsty fic at times, but mostly it’ll be just fun!

oh, and everyone’s either queer, a poc, neurodivergent, disabled, or all four (babs). 

{read on ao3}

i. band bonding - part one 

“Stephanie, was it necessary for you to end the show by kissing my daughter and flipping off the paparazzi?” Bruce asked, a grumble to his words. 

Steph shrugged from where she was sprawled across the couch, her head resting on Cass’s stomach with Cass’s long fingers stroking through her newly-dyed blonde curls, and her feet bare and in Tim’s lap. Tim was working on painting them, an almost comically adorable expression of concentration on his face as he focused on her pinkie toe. “Yeah, kinda,” she said. “I’m tired and, more importantly, Cass is tired of them claiming we’re ‘gal pals’, whatever the fuck that means.”

Bruce scowled and it grew as Selina, his wife, and Damian, his son, walked in right as Steph cursed. “How old are you, Stephanie?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know how old I am, boss-man. I’m sorry I was ‘immature’ or whatever.” She smiled lazily as Cass continued to play with her long locks.

Damian shook his little head. “Tt, father, why are you bothering with Fatgirl? She doesn’t care.”

“Fuck you very much, mini-asshole,” Steph said without missing a beat. Cass stopped her ministrations to slap her on the shoulder and, when Steph looked up at her with a pout on her face, arch an eyebrow. “Ugh, I’m sorry, D. You know I love you.”

A strangled laugh escaped Tim’s throat as Damian scowled at her. Dick, Wally, and Duke chose this moment to walk in. “Who do you love, Steph?” Dick asked.

“Baby D. He’s my favorite little asshole,” Steph said, winking at him.

“Steph, darling, perhaps you should stop calling Damian an asshole before Bruce officially loses his shit,” Selina said, not bothering to stifle her amusement. When her husband turned to her, a dark expression on his face, she simply smirked and blew him a kiss.

“Fine, ‘Li,” Steph said, pouting at Selina.

Selina sent her a wink. “Anyway, I came to get you, Bruce. It’s band bonding time and, by unanimous decision, you’re not allowed to be present,” she said, setting her hand on the wide slope of her curvaceous hip.

Bruce looked taken aback. “When was this decided?”

“Last week,” Dick said as he flopped onto the loveseat, pulling Wally down with him. Duke shook his head and laughed as he sat down in a much more sedate manner. “Sorry, B, but you make Wally uncomfy and Steph and Jay get all antagonistic.”

He didn’t look at all sorry.

“Come on, love. You, Damian, and I are going to the theatre and then dinner,” Selina said, dropping her hand from her hip and reaching forward to capture Bruce’s wrist. “I gave Alfie the night off and everything.”

Bruce looked like he was going to protest for a moment, but decided not to. Instead he just shook his head. “Fine,” he said. Try not to cause a scandal.” Steph wasn’t sure if he was addressing Dick or all of them with that last sentence, but she nodded anyways.

“We got you! Go be domestic and shit with your son and wife,” Steph said, lazily saluting him.

Bruce just rolled his eyes again before turning to Duke. “Don’t let things get out of hand.”

“Hey!” Dick exclaimed, an offended look crossing his face. “Why are you telling Duke that? I’m the oldest!”

“And Duke’s the least likely to get into a fight with a member of the paparazzi,” Bruce retorted, sending his adopted-son a look.

No one could argue with that.

After one last narrow-eyed glare at them, Bruce allowed Selina to guide him out of the room and Steph released a bright laugh.

“So,” she began, sitting up but not moving her feet from Tim’s lap, “now that Bruce is gone, let’s have some fun.” She smirked. “I vote...club.”

“Ugh, but clubs mean paparazzi and judgement,” Tim complained.

Duke snorted and rolled his eyes. “Tim, we’re famous. Everything means paparazzi and judgement.”

Wally barked out a laugh and, now that Bruce was gone, relaxed into Dick’s side. “I mean, Duke has a point.”

“Come on guys,” Steph wheedled. “I wanna dance and get wasted.”

Cass made a soft sound. “Steph is right. We should dance.”

Steph sent the group a victorious look. No one would argue when Cass said she wanted something, they all had a soft spot for her (and in turn Cass had a soft spot for Steph and always would).

“Fine,” Dick said, “But I’m gonna call and invite Jay, Kory, and Roy.”

“Only if I get to invite Con!” Tim said.

“Duh. And I’m inviting Babs, Dinah, Kara, and Cassie,” Steph said. “This is gonna be hella.”

“So, let’s go get ready and meet back here in two hours,” Tim said. “Anyone know what club we’re going to?”

“Yeah,” Steph said, grinning. “Helena invited me to hers, so that’s where we’re heading.”

Dick grinned. “Sweet! I’ve been dying to check that place out. ‘Lena always has the best booze!”

[nuzzlepml]

Attracted in Threat

Summary:

Dan is a pastel who is running from a bad person and meets Phil Lester, the only person who can keep him safe for the night.

🎀 "I'm not going to take that," Dan hisses in utter disgust at his so called 'friends'. His friends were making some bad decisions, and it disturbed him. They shouldn't be taking drugs. Dan wasn't into that, his whole life he was taught to do the opposite. "I think I'm going to leave," Dan tells them, hoping they'd snap and beg for him to not leave and that they'll stop. He sighs and walks out of their house, looking back and expecting to see them, but no luck.

🎀 He kept walking, his eyes glued on the path ahead. He just wanted to forget about that, but he glances behind him to see a man. Almost as if he wasn't there, he just sat there and stared into nothing. "Can I help you?" Dan asks in a confused tone, hugging himself. He may be a bit short, but he won't be afraid to pepper spray.

🎀 "Nah, just staring at the road. Don't worry kiddo," the man hisses in a unfriendly tone. Dan doesn't like that, he doesn't like the feeling he's receiving. He notices the man is holding something. He feels something inside him burst as he begins to run full speed. He slides underneath a hole in a fence, running past the small dogs barking at him. He frantically knocks on the door, praying to god that they will answer. He notices the man get closer.

☠️ "What the fuck?" Phil hissed, he sits up from his bed, a tired look. He doesn't bother to put on a shirt and grumpily heads to the front door. He throws the door open and a small boy collapses into his arms, crying frantically. "He's going to hurt me, please! Let me inside!" the boy cries. Phil raises an eyebrow before he notices a figure in the distance run away full speed.

☠️ "Come in," Phil finally says, allowing himself to take pity for once. "Let go of me as well," he says and the boy right away pulls away and blushed. Phil moved away and allows the boy to walk in, his whole body still shaking.

☠️ "What in gods name is going on? Who the fuck are you?" Phil crosses his arms and the boy shivers. "Please don't hurt me. I just came back from a party and that man was there and he had a weapon so I ran and he followed and I entered this yard and all," Dan whispers out.

☠️ "No offense, but your friends are jerks if they didn't go home with you. Or at least walk with you. I mean, it's London and at 12 a clock it's not a good place to be in, specially for you. I know you are probably tough, but people don't care about that. They care about you and looks," Phil tells him.

🎀 "I get it, I'm a complete idiot. Please let me stay here for the night. I'm scared to walk home," Dan murmurs, he knows he just met this guy. He also knows this guy is hella intimidating. Due to all the tattoos scattering his arms and chest and back. He also notices piercings and the dyed blue fringe. But he seemed to have a nice outlook. As if he was someone completely different on the inside. Well, he hoped.

☠️ "I'll let you stay on a couple of conditions. One, your name. Two, your age. Three, do you have a phone to call someone and let them know?" Phil says and crosses his arms. He glances over the pastel boy. He expected someone shy and girly, but instead he gets a fighter almost. Someone not afraid to speak their word. He won't stereotype, and he knows this pastel boy is simply just a boy like anyone else.

🎀 "My name is Dan, I'm 18 years old. I do have a phone but I don't get signal out here. Unless you have wifi. But it's not like anyone worries anyway. Is that okay now?" He asks, unsure if he can stay now. He just wanted to sleep.

☠️ "I don't really have a place to stay. The couch is hard and my bed is well - my bed?" Phil chuckled and ruffles his own hair with a yawn. "We can share? It's not like we are gay or anything," Dan murmurs. Phil raises an eyebrow at Dan. Is he assuming already his sexuality? I mean, even Phil wasn't considering his sexuality or caring.

☠️ "I'm actually pansexual, so don't assume," Phil answers, which shuts Dan up for a moment. "Oh, I'm bisexual so it's okay," he murmurs back. Phil laughs for a moment, "Didn't need to hear that it's okay. I know it's okay," Phil replied.

🎀 "So can we share, pleeeeeeease?" Dan accidentally whines out, earning a raised eyebrow from Phil. "If you start whining then no. My names Phil, by the way," Phil tells him.

🎀 "Phil, can we please just sleep? I'm really tired. I'm also going to cling onto you stranger. Because I'm really scared right now, and it's not getting better," Dan blushed. Did he just admit he's going to cuddle this guy? I mean, he just met him and all. But Dan really wanted those inviting muscled arms around his small body. Why was he imagining that? He just met the guy. "You're a cuddler? Oh, fantastic," Phil says sarcastically and grabs Dan's arm, leading him to the room. Dan flops beside him once Phil is on his side of the bed. He jumps at the slight window tap and lightning.

☠️ "Phil, can you check the window?" Dan whispers quietly. Phil groans before sitting up and peeking into the window blinds. His breath hitched as he sees the man far away, just staring at them. "I need to call the cops," Phil scrambles around for his phone. "Shit, I left it downstairs and the windows are in clear view to him. He'd see me and leave, the point would be usele-," Phil feels something grab onto his waist and cuddle into him in fear, almost suffocating him by how tight Dan was holding him.

🎀 "Phil," Dan begins to cry, "I don't want to die. I don't w - want to leave. Police aren't going to help much," he murmurs into Phil's chest. Phil's breath hitches, why did he pity this boy? He'd be peacefully asleep - alone... he'd be alone right now. Like he always is. Dan cries more, too afraid to speak. Phil takes a deep breath before he has enough gut to wrap his arms around the boy.

☠️ "I know you're scared. Try and sleep, it'll be okay, I promise," Phil swears. He doesn't know why he cares about this boy. Dan takes a deep breath and let's Phil lay back down. Phil feels Dan nuzzle into his neck, which makes shivers appear on him. He didn't know Dan  was that 'soft' guy that everyone loves. He didn't mind it, he just wanted peace. Soon, he feels Dan slowly breath in a pattern which shows he's asleep. Phil finally allows himself to drift to sleep, praying nothing happens.

🎀 Dan's eyes slowly flutter, his eyes lock with the sleeping punk that saved his tail last night. He bites his lip before pulling away from Phil and peeking out the window. The person was gone, and now kids ran around and people walked. He gasped the air he held in from fear and smiled. He looks back at Phil, and nudges him. "Mmph," Phil groans back, still fighting to get up. "Philllllll, wake up," Dan whines and nudges him again. Phil ignored him this time and Dan grunted in frustration. He finally straddles the punk and shakes him, "Philllllllllll, the cliche stalker is gone," he whimpers.

🎀 "Amazing, maybe it's because McDonalds is having a special and he couldn't resist," Phil grunted back finally. Dan giggled at that, he actually liked Phil's humor. He liked Phil in general, letting all of this happen shows how nice Phil really is. "Philllllllllllllllll," Dan whines when he falls back asleep. Dan groans before crossing his arms. "How does your mom wake you up for school? Oh, how old are you by the way?" He asks. Phil finally wakes up, his eyes still low.

☠️ "I'm 22," Phil tells him and attempts to fall back asleep but Dan shakes him again. "You're like that boyfriend that I didn't ask for," Phil huffs in annoyance. Dan laughs at that, "I forgot to tell you that I'm a whiny person," he smirks.

☠️ "So it seems," Phil grunted back. "Philllll," Dan whines again earning a groan in frustration. "What?" He finally answers. "I don't want to leave yet," he murmurs.

🎀 "Okay, good for you," Phil remarks tiredly. "Can I stay a bit?" He asks and Phil grunts back a lazy 'whatever'. Dan completely ignores that he's just straddling the man, but once he realizes he takes advantage of it and cuddles back into Phil. "Philllll, I like your cuddles," he finally admits. "You're a life saver."

☠️ "Mmph, so you've said," Phil answers grumpily. His eyes still shut, simply allowing the pastel boy to cuddle him. Like he actually minds, let's be honest here. "You better  wake up soon, because I'm totally taking you somewhere as a thank you," Dan tells him. Phil grunts, "Might take me awhile." Which makes Dan smile at more time with cuddling the punk that he met yet is amazing at keeping people safe.

🎀 "Admit it, you like cuddles now," Dan says into Phil's neck. Phil grunts and yawns, "From you, there is an exception. Hence why I'm letting you cuddle me right now." Dan smirks at this. Only for him huh? "Only for me? Really now?" Dan remarks.

☠️ "Well, you're the only person actually cuddling me."

The end.

a/n

*I tried writing and actually doing something with my tumblr for once* don’t repost anywhere or claim you wrote thanks.